#i'm so baffled about how he's SO definitive and certain about Next Year

[danthropologie]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NMB_Gs95yoo <- WHAT DOES HE KNOW ⁉️ 🗣️

"will we see you driving next year?" "i want to. i want to so....that's the plan"

[soapssuds]

Sasuke x Hyuga ! Fem ! Reader, first meetings give off certain first impressions.

Warnings | "y/n" will be used, last name will be hyuga, eyes will be described to be white/lavender (since she is a hyuga and will have the byakugan), other appearances will not be described (but she will be roughly the same height as Sasuke), grammatical errors, etc.

Seven year old, Sasuke Uchiha, could only furrow his brow when he was partnered up with a girl for a project.

But much to his surprise, when she sat next to him, she didn't start fawning over him like the rest of the girls in the class would Which made him both happy and worried at the same time.

Maybe she is trying to make herself look cool to get my attention?

He decided not to dwell on the thought further.

"So I was thinking we could focus our project over last week's lesson over the shuriken. What do you think?"

It baffled him even more so when she didn't stutter over her words, bat her eyelashes, or even blush in his direction. She simply started talking about the project.

"Uhh, yeah. That's fine with me."

He watched as she pulled out her notes from her bag from last week and how she gently laid them out in front of them both. They were detailed, alright. Easy to follow, too.

And then she finally looked at him and smiled. His eyes couldn't help but stare into her white irises, hints of lavender etching within them.

"I'm y/n, by the way. I'm happy to be working with you!"

She held out her hand, to which he decided to ignore, "whatever, let's just get this project over with."

He was sure she was just acting this way to get on his good side, and he definitely wasn't having it.

[imawreck]

Pancakes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Original Character

Summary: With the team finally coming to a decision that the girl isn't a huge threat, she's housed in the tower with the rest of the avengers under surveillance. The girl takes the opportunity to finally relax for the first time in centuries.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,637

Bucky-

After the girls'... breakdown, the team decided it was best to leave any attempt to study her until after we knew of her triggers. She was allowed to leave the remains of the holding cell and moved to another housing level of Stark tower. My level.

I don't think Tony did it intentionally, he did say after all, that he didn't want us to have alone time together. But Steve was also present on the same level just another hallway down. Maybe that's why he had set her with us. Steve and I were more capable than any other to dismantle another Super Soldier.

I hadn't spoken to her since that day. The memories from when I was The Winter Soldier had given me a migraine for several days. I had remembered some of the missions I had seen her on, including the garish nightmare when she desperately tried to keep me alive.

My heart plummeted at the image of her crestfallen face.

That was another thing. Since her arrival, I have been more out of focus than I've ever been before. What little I had regained of my emotional well-being had diminished significantly with her arrival. I had all these feelings I couldn't understand, like they weren't mine at all. I didn't know what to do with them. I had talked to Steve about it briefly and he had scrunched his brows and told me that they could be from the memories the Winter Soldier had. Which means in some sense, her and I definitely knew each other. That her and the darkest part of me were familiar.

The next time I saw her in person was her first day on the house floor. She had been in the kitchen staring at the lush furniture and appliances Tony had provided for the residents of the tower. Her face was blank as ever as she made herself familiar with everything. I could tell by the way she scrutinized the fancy coffee maker and microwave that she hadn't been around to see most of the inventive perks of the recent years. She had been thrown into this world right out of her own just like I had.

I had watched her study everything, picking up on how they worked with surprising speed and started making herself breakfast in the process. It was a simple dish of plain eggs and a slice of toast. Nothing like what we had tried to feed her the first few days of her being here. Her movements were practiced as she sat rigid in her chair and took small bites of her meal.

She had sighed when she went in for her second bite, the singular moment I had caught her remotely relaxed, and paused as her ears literally twitched, and inhaled again through her nose. Her shoulders had tensed but then gradually relaxed.

"You can join me at the table, I promise I won't bite."

I had frozen, baffled by her keen senses. I was certain I hadn't made any noise when I had stopped at the end of the hall.

Her voice flitted through the silence again, "You don't have to though, if I make you uncomfortable. It's been a very long time since I've seen you, and you were a lot different than you are now. I'm not even sure what to call you anymore... you have so many names here."

It was strange to hear her meaningful words, words that should've left her lips with a sad draw, come out in a flat analytical tone. Like a machine.

She continued, "If my presence here makes you uncomfortable, I can leave. I've noticed you avoid me." She pushed eggs across her plate and let the silence envelope us once more.

I sighed, pushing off the wall and slowly making my way to the seat beside her. I hesitated before sitting, catching her eyes watching my every move. They glinted in the dim light of the morning like they had in the jet back to the tower, silvered and holographic. I chose not to mention it. "You don't make me uncomfortable, Tony just told me to steer clear of you without someone else around. Just in case."

"Tony is your commander correct? He is an intelligent man. Arrogant, but intelligent." She scooped eggs into her mouth again. The light caught her pearly white teeth as she bit down on the fork. She had fangs. "And the red one, the woman, she's a mind reader. I could feel her trying to shut me down before you... interfered."

I frowned at that. Wanda hadn't mentioned trying to stop her meltdown.

"I should apologize to Doctor Banner, I was quite unpleasant towards him." She shoved the last bite of eggs into her mouth and gracefully hopped- yes, hopped- down from her chair to glide over to the sink. She began to scrub away at her dishes. "Am I permitted beyond this floor... Sergeant?"

I blew out a breath of air, "You can call me Bucky. And yes, if someone is with you."

She eyed me over her shoulder, "But not you I suppose, for security reasons, right? Captain Rogers then." His name rolled off her tongue impossibly flatter than the rest of her sentences. She really didn't care for Steve.

I watched her as she cleaned up, expertly drying and resetting the dishes in their shelves and the silverware back in their respective drawers. She dried her hands on the towel and hung it to dry like she had done it every day of her life. She was a mystery to me.

"Where can I find Doctor Banner? I wish to apologize as soon as possible. I would also like to inform him that I'll be operational within the next two days." She stared at me as she said these things with her shoulders set and her feet confidently planted. She always looked like she was ready to fight at the drop of a hat.

"He won't be in the compound today. Stark has taken him on a business trip of some kind."

Her shoulders dropped a bit, but she shook it off. "Would you please let him know that I wish to speak with him?"

I nodded, and she nodded back. "I need to find Captain Rogers. I do not have clothes apart from the set I arrived in and the hospital garment."

I sighed, "He will probably be down with the others. I'll come with you."

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Ghost - 

The ride down the main level was quiet. Bucky was a quiet natured person, that part of him was obvious and familiar to me. I found comfort in his silent presence. I caught myself relaxing just a fraction and glancing up at his face. He always seemed so calm.

The elevator halted and the doors opened allowing us to step out. I was immediately enveloped in the strong scent of charred food and an unbearably loud argument. Captain Rogers, currently manning the stove, had presumably burned what looked like pancakes sitting in the frying pan. Another member of the team, one I'm not familiar with, was yelling at him for his lack of culinary skills.

"Dammit Rogers, I just wanted some pancakes! How do you not know how to cook pancakes? They've been around since you were born a hundred years ago!" The man threw his hands up and ran one through his buzzed black hair.

"I turned away for two minutes, Sam! How was I supposed to know they would burn that quick?" The captain quickly shut off the stove and scraped the charred chunk of food into the trash can before setting the pan back down with a clank. He turned then, his attention landing on us. He cleared his throat. "Good morning, sorry for the noise."

Bucky scoffed and shook his head. "You never were the best cook. Conveniently, I think our new guest is pretty skilled in the kitchen. I'm sure she could help out if you asked her nicely."

The Captain eyed Bucky, his brow raised. "Really?"

I stepped forward, grabbing the mix and adding in what was left of the box. "How many would you like?"

All three of them took a seat at the bar and told me their respective numbers and I got to work setting the stove to low while mixing the bowl. I could feel their eyes on me as I began to pour out their pancakes and plate them at a perfect golden brown.

Sam spoke up after the final pancake was plated and the syrup was set out on the counter. "Well, I'll be damned. She's been in the freezer longer than you both and she knows how to cook. You guys gotta step up your game." He winked at me, picking up his fork.

They began to eat as I set everything back in its place. Bucky had been watching me with surprising scrutiny. It made my skin crawl. After I was finished, I spoke to the captain. "I am in need of clothes if I am going to stay here. I need an escort to leave the building and I believe if you were to go with me, Mr. Stark would be more comfortable."

He chewed slowly, looking back up at me. He flinched a little as our eyes met and I angled myself away from the lights hoping to make it easier for him. "I'll go as soon as the shops open, it's a little too early to go now. You will have to stay within six feet of me at all times or else you won't be allowed outside of the building again."

I nodded. "Understood."

Bucky stood, walking around to place his dish in the sink next to me. "I'll go with you. The public might be too much for her. Especially if you get flocked like last time."

The captain nodded and went back to eating, the room falling back into comfortable silence.

[misku-nimfa]

Okay, now that finished listening to the Audiobook, here's my review of Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros.

1-this book "cuts away the bullshit and the niceties, revealing whoever you are at your core.” to borrow Yarrow's own words. If explicit death and sex are deal breakers, this isn't the series for you. The vulgarity slices through to make the joy sharper and the anguish deeper.

2-I enjoyed the read for all that certain plot points and character arcs baffled me (more on that in the spoilers section).

3-May just be an app thing, but I want to warn just in case. The copy of the audiobook I was borrowing kept skipping over sex scenes like a prude. So I kept having to undownload and redownload the entire file over and over. Annoying as hell, but a file issue not a story issue.

4-I enjoyed both of the audiobook narrators immensely.

Spoilers below the cut.

Okay spoiler filled rambling

1) details seemed to keep getting changed on me. Like, I could have sworn that Violet started out emphasizing how nobody in the Rider's Quadrant was conscripted, but when Xadien brings up how it was part of his deal she is in awe of his selflessness. Except she also mentioned how she read everything in the execution roll, which should have included the conscription order?

Or the whole deal with Attos. He's her best friend who she always would find trees to go climb at each new place their parents got stationed, he goes against General Sorrengail's wishes to get Violet a way to the Scribe's Quadrant, they were always drawn to each other but the timing never worked out, he's ambitious enough to earn his place in command despite 2nd years almost never reaching the rank he did, he never reacted differently to whatever violet wore until he saw her in rider leathers. Yet he's also the character who can't bring himself to believe in Violet's capabilities, he values rules over Violet's life, he believes in Amber over Violet when Violet accuses Amber of trying to kill her, he fucks with his chances to advance to Wing Leader by his unprofessionalism towards Violet, and so on. Like, sure unreliable narrator and intentional shifts in his character could cover some of this. But damn I'm missing how the beats of the story are leading to these changes. I probably like the "dearest friend becomes fiercest enemy" plot more than most people but I need a clear through line to avoid losing myself in theorizing!

2-worldbuilding. Why the hell is anyone keeping the existence of Venin a secret??? If IRL reactionary politics is anything to go by, it would be easier to convince everyone to whole up behind the wards and defend said wards with their last breath if the general populace knew exactly what they were defending against. Full stop. Even movements like Riorson's would be ground to a hault by civilians lashing out against the threat to their safety. Speaking of Riorson, I get that some of it was emotions being illogical, but Violet knew Xaden was keeping secrets every step of the way. Why was she so determined that she couldn't trust him when that blew up in his face? Pissed he turned out to be a traitor and that her dragons were in on it? Reasonable. But she agreed with his reasoning and his actions once it was all laid out on the table then said her bit about "not trusting him with her heart". Except, when he was pulling his whole "you don't really know me" "you can't fall in love with me" spiels she slammed him down hard with assertions of her knowing the risks and making her own choices? And when the thing he warned her would happen does there's no acknowledgement of that??

Brenan??? I'm trying to allow the next book to have the space it needs to answer this. Because the reveal on the last God damned page is definitely the kind of cliff hanger that could ruin future installments if I don't keep it corralled. But damn it! It's hard!!!

3) I absolutely adored how Yarrows killed off her characters. Alongside the consistent death roll, cruel accidents, and unavoidable tragedy she always gave each new death weight. Gods Liam's end hurt! And right after Violet fell-I was willing to accept her dying and continuing the series from Xadien's POV! She pushed past her limits, saved the days, and there would have been something beautifully tragic if her own death that she had been warding off from Xadien, Barlow, Amber, and so many more came from her own hands instead. Yarrow is by far the author best at making loss satisfying to read that I've come across yet!

4) I adore how she write chronic pain. "Little does he know, I'm almost always in pain. It's pretty much my comfort zone." "I love the days when my body cooperates." and "doing my best to mentally block the pain like I have countless times before. It's usually as easy as building a mental wall around the pulsing torment in my body, then telling myself the pain only exists in that box so I can't feel it, but it isn't working so well this time." Are all such moods each time I had to pause just to squee.

5) The way queer rep was just made the constant background buzz had me grinning ear to ear (yes I am rooting for Rhiannon and Tara to work it out but Rhiannon/Happiness is the true OTP here)

I am definitely going to keep up with this author! ^.^

[destinyc1020]

What do you think about Austin Butler and Kaia Gerbe? I found this Instagram https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cwa_6OqI_Vp/?utm_source=ig_web_button_native_share

Lol... judging from the video link you sent me, I'm assuming you mean what do I think of Austin and Kaia together, vs. what do I think of them individually? 😏

Whew! That's a loaded question Anon lol. I feel like I've already kind of shared my opinion about them on here quite a few times. I'm gonna try to get my thoughts together... Cuz it's a lot to say....

Okay, so first of all... I thought they were a real deal couple at first... But based on some of the things I've been seeing lately, Idk.... Something about them seems a bit contrived and smthg seems off about their rlship. 👀 (Don't hate me! Just being honest)

I'm not really a fan of the age difference (mainly with her being 21...if she were 25 I wouldn't care), but it's whatever at this point. 🙄

I think people tend to forget that Pete Davidson was dating Kaia when she was 17 (UNDERAGE mind you) and he was 26. Nobody seemed to blink an eyelash. Cara Delavigne (sp?) also seemed to be having something going on with Kaia when Kaia was 18 and Cara was about 10 years older than her too. So, like I said, Kaia isn't new to this. But for some reason, with Austin, everyone is crying bloody murder lol.

Either way, I've always been saying that no matter WHO Austin dates next, I just hope she's older than 21. 😒🙄 Cuz THAT is not a good look. I don't even know how they got together. Could have been a setup for all I know. I'm just meh about them tbh. They're a boring couple to me. She's boring I'm sorry lol. 😅

Like I've said before, I've never really taken them all that seriously (maybe some shippers/fans do, but I don't), so maybe that's why I just don't really have much of a strong reaction to them. To me, they just seem like any other couple in Hollywood that dates for a while, and then will more than likely eventually break up lol. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Btw, the lady in that link you sent had a couple of things wrong (Vaustin Aunessa dated for about 8 years.... Austin was 30, not 31, etc), but I got the main gist of the video. And there are tons of videos out there like this, sooo we definitely get the point.

The dating of Kaia aside, I honestly just think (and this is just my honest personal opinion) that a lot of people want to hate on Austin.. 😅🤣

For some reason, the internet has a huge hate boner for this guy, and I just don't get it lol. I just assume he's the internet's perpetual whipping boy at this moment in time, and people just wanna drag him just because it's the "in" thing to do. First it was the Vanessa breakup thing, then it was the Kaia thing, then it was the voice thing, then it's they think he's annoying....Some call him pretentious...or arrogant, etc...

But then, I look at his interviews present AND past, and I'm like: "Are we talking about the same person??" 🥴

Even if you think that someone is annoying, is that any reason to hate someone you don't even know with such a passion lol? 🤔 Idk it just seems a little weird to me. Almost like it's forced or something.

I almost feel like people have put a certain personality on him that's not even him lol. 😅 Every single thing I've seen of Austin (past or present) he has always seemed to be very nice, respectful, down to earth, kind, humble, maybe a little socially awkward/shy, etc. But NONE of the things people on twitter/online describe him as. So I'm always left very baffled lol. I could see if he were a trouble-maker, an abuser, or talking badly about people, or was engaged in some scandalous things over the years, but the dude literally is just a quiet person who basically works, does his job, and minds his business. 👀

So, he just might have to grow out of this "hate phase" in his career right now. I keep saying on my blog that just about EVERY actor has had a "hate" phase lol.... and it will continue to happen, because people are just weirdos and hateful for no good reason online. 🙄

But these phases don't usually last forever. It will eventually go away one of these days. Anyway, that's my long dissertation...Not sure if that answered your question Anon lol, but that's my honest opinion. 😊

[fenmere]

I sat there, looking down at Tommy for a good few seconds after he said that.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm rethinking my whole premise now," I replied. "Thank you for your input. It's invaluable."

"But... I think it's a good idea?" he sounded worried.

I was already rearranging the pieces on the board, "Yes, you did. And I definitely appreciate that, and you might even be right. But, you've also successfully convinced me to try something else instead, and that's ultimately a good thing."

"I don't think I understand," Tommy said. "It sounds like you're giving me a backhanded compliment."

"OK, let's walk through this," I said, as kindly as possible, moving my queen back into her starting position. This looked like a typical chess board. It was a metaphor. And in more ways than one as I began to explain things. "You're human, right?"

"Yeah?"

"You sound uncertain. It is possible that you are not. And if you're not, I need to know."

"No. No, I'm pretty sure I'm human. I'm just worried about where this is going."

"That's reasonably healthy," I replied. "I'm sorry, I'm going to sound a little blunt about this, even as I try to ease you into the way we dragons look at things, but I think it will benefit you to hear it, OK? And I genuinely do not mean you any malice or ill will."

"OK," he said.

"The world does not work the same way for humans as it does for... literally anybody else," I stated.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, that's less of a significant statement than it sounds. The world works differently for each individual, as well as each set of people. But, in this case, what I mean is that what is a good idea for humans is not necessarily a good idea for dragons, or squirrels, or mimes. For example."

"I suppose that makes sense," he said. "Wait. Mimes?"

"Let's focus on this," I pointed to the chess board. "And again, you make me nervous when you say, 'that makes sense,' but I'll get to that."

"OK?"

"As you know, this is a chess board," I said.

"Yes."

"And you know, because you requested it, that I'm using it in a... I don't have a word I like for this, but you would call it a spiritual or magical purpose. Like divination, but different, more active. A... conversation," I said.

"Yes, OK. Yes. I feel like we covered that when I came to you," he replied.

"That's true, but I'm starting from there. Laying the groundwork for my explanation," I said.

"Got it."

"Typically, when you engage with a chess board, you do so for the purposes of playing a game, right? To compete with what is usually another human, to see who has the best strategy to win? Yes?"

"Yes. Usually, yes."

"I'm a dragon, I don't do that," I told him.

"Oh, and that affects how the magic works?" Tommy asked. "Like, the reason I came to you in the first place is that dragons are known to be better at this, and it's because of that?"

"That's definitely part of it," I said.

"That makes sense," he said.

I visibly cringed.

"Sorry," he added. "I don't know what else to say."

"Well, it's what occasionally follows that sentence that has me on edge," I said.

"Oh. Why?"

I'd been staring down at the chess board, trying to plan out my series of moves, ever since I'd reset it, but now I looked back down at him and studied him for a moment. I was trying to judge just how to say the next few things. I didn't really have a good gauge for him, though.

I know humans way better than most other dragons. I actually like them. I wrote a webcomic for them to read for fifteen whole years, after all, about them. And some of them really liked it.

But they still baffle me, because I'm not human.

"So, the way the universe, or magic as you call it, works," I said, getting back to my original infodump, "is that expectation and perspective are just about as important as intention, if not more so, when it comes to doing just about anything. For instance, as a dragon, I can expect to move a certain size of boulders that you cannot expect to do so. Right?"

"Right, yes. We usually call that physics, though," he said.

I nodded, then gestured at the chess board, "That's why I prefer to use the term 'universe' to describe this, instead of 'magic'. And the fact that you think of this chess board as 'magic' and the boulder as 'physics' is why this chess board will work differently for me than for you."

"Oh!" he nearly shouted. "I get it! I think. Because of that differences, because magi - the universe knows that you are a dragon and that you expect it to work differently from you than for me, it'll work better?"

"No."

"No?" he looked really confused and disappointed.

"Close, but you phrased it all wrong. Well, maybe right for a human understanding, but not mine and not how I'm trying to explain this," I said.

"Huh," he grunted. Then he looked up at me all perplexed. "Something I'm curious about is if you dragons don't play chess to win, how do you use a chess board?"

"OK, this is a long one, too," I said.

"That's fine."

"Promise me that you won't say, 'that makes sense.'"

"O - OK."

"Chess is a human invention," I pointed out. "And it is meant to simulate certain kinds of human interactions by becoming another form of human interactions. But, a chess board is not made from humans (at least, not this one). So, to me (and mind you, this is me, not necessarily other dragons), it is a highly ritualized construct that can act as a bridge between the machinations of humanity, in particular the grand sociological movements of humanity, and the rest of the universe."

"Which is why you can use it to help me find that girl I liked?"

"I'm not actually going to do that for you," I said.

"But I thought -" he blurted, but I halted him with my outward, open palm. Which was about twice the size of his head.

"First of all, I'm a girl," I told him.

"You are? But your beard," he said.

"Dragons have beards. A lot of girls have beards. Anyway, there's a certain solidarity to girlhood that I will not cross, and you don't have an inherent right to access her unless she consents to it."

He pouted, "Then what are you doing for me?"

"Helping you find a girl that consents to you," I said.

"Oh," he sounded disappointed but a little hopeful. Less like it made sense to him, and more like it was maybe acceptable for his goals. Reassuring. "So, the white pieces don't represent her. They represent all girls?"

I slowly shook my head, "That's not how the universe works at all."

"I'm so confused."

"But," I offered. "That's the kind of difference in thinking between us that factors in why you thinking that something is a good idea and that it's the way you'd do it is a huge warning sign to me."

"OK," he said, staring into the space just a few feet in front of him, eyes glazed, holding up a finger and tapping the air. "That makes - I think I can accept that."

"Also," I said.

"Also?"

"When one of you humans does something?"

"Yeah?"

"It often ends in injury or death."

He just stared at me.

"Not all the time. Maybe not even most of the time. It depends on how you look at it. But more often than is comfortable for my taste."

"Is that why faeries actively avoid us?" he asked.

"Yes."

"OK, but then, if anything I do is potentially that dangerous, then why do you even tolerate me coming here to talk to you and seek your help?" he asked.

"Well," I said. "I don't want to hold it against you!"

But, if I was reacting that strongly to "That's the way I'd do it," maybe I still had work to do on that regard.

Hm.

But, you know what I mean, right?

The scariest phrase that can come out of a Human’s mouth is “Makes sense, that’s how i’d do it”

[17caratssi]

Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one | two | three | four Being rejected for the first time doesn't put you off. In fact, your interest in him grows bigger.

You don't remember what happens after you blurt that offering out to Wonwoo. But for sure, Wonwoo rejects you on the spot.

"If you think I was joking, nope. I was serious and it's probably the most serious question I've ever asked in my life,"

"Yeah, sure. The answer is still no. Let me tell you something,"

Your eyes sparkle with hope. Is he going to say that he's not ready yet, and if I work harder, maybe he'll reconsider?

Wonwoo thought he would never have to tell anyone this, but this may be the best.

"I give no shit about anything and being here in this school just makes me sick. I want to quickly graduate so that I can die in peace,"

"And also, I have no plan to be nice to girls who approach me." he finishes what he wanted to say. It sounds cruel, and even some of it isn't what he intended to say, but he just wants to put an end to her.

If she's smart, she would be clear of it.

But you don't care the things Wonwoo spouts. You like him, and your eyes are on him.

"Okay then! I'll try my hardest to charm you," you squeeze your hand in determination. You don't waver from his intense stare and add, "You know, this is my first time confessing to a guy and this is also my first time getting rejected but I'm pretty sure I can make you my boyfriend. I can wait, yes. Even it takes me 10 years, as long as I like you, I will pursue!"

Wonwoo shrugs and turns away. He's not certain of you, and your word kind of stir him a little. In 18 years of life, you are the first person to talk to him in this way and disregard whatever he said.

Since young, Wonwoo limits himself to talking. He pays a lot of attention to his words to avoid unnecessary emotions. However, today, he finally meets his contender.

"My warning remains valid,"

"Alright!"

After school, Wonwoo packs his bag and leaves the class immediately.

Wonwoo has to do part-time for his family. Initially, he wanted to turn down the scholarship, but his mother secretly accepted the offer. All she wants for Wonwoo to continue school and not bury his youth with responsibilities.

With the other five siblings, he couldn't possibly let his old mother do all the work. Therefore, he applies for the empty cashier position nearby his rented house just three kilometres from the school. His part-time job requires him to arrive fast, and since he hasn't gotten his bicycle, Wonwoo has to run to the convenience store.

You followed him from behind, but he is sure fast! You panted all the way to the elevator as you watch him uses the stairs and speeds away.

"Y/N!" Yuran, your childhood best friend, calls your name.

Yuran is the one that introduces you to this school when she was informed that you will return to Korea. She is a year older, and she treats you like a sister since you are the only child. You always love to be around here, and now that you two are in the same school, you will have a friend to rely on.

You wave at her as she jogs toward you.

"How's the first day?"

You contemplate. You are not familiar with Korea, and it seems the people here are so different to Americans. You scratch your head.

"So far, good." You opt for a lie and only remember about Wonwoo. "Oh! My seatmate is handsome," you brag.

"That's all you can think of?" She nudges your arm lightly.

Frankly, 80% of the time, you just admire him.

You realize that his side profile is wonderfully sculpted; the sharp jawline and the distance between his forehead and eyebrows are just right.

You are going to appreciate this beautiful human being while you are alive.

"Yuran-eonnie, come to my house this Saturday," you link your arm around Yuran's, and in an excited voice, you add, "My family is hosting a house-warming party. It's not grand so we invite only close friends. Therefore, you must come!"

Yuran giggles and pat your arm.

"Of course I would come! I miss your mom a lot. Will she cook?"

"HAHA! My dad won't let her cook anymore so we might as well order for the food,"

"Ugh, your dad is still so overprotective. Their love never dies, huh?"

You sigh at the thought of your parents' affection. It's admirable but tiring for me. It's like they feed me dog food every day!"

The two of you burst out laughing. The chat goes on until you come to the gate. Yuran left first, and you wait for your dad to pick you up.

"How's school?"

You beam at your dad and answer truthfully. "Great! I might get a boyfriend soon, though- Why are you laughing?" you whine.

"Nothing, I just hope to meet my son-in-law. I can't wait to lecture him,"

"Dad!!?"

"What? I must tell him that my daughter is the most precious human being and he is obligated to love you for the rest of his life if he wants to marry you!"

"Like how you love mom?"

"Yeah, of course. He better be overflowing with love for you or else,"

You smile. Your dad is always overreacting when it comes to this topic. He has very high expectations of the boys you mention to him, and it scares you since Wonwoo doesn't reciprocate your feeling just yet.

As the car passes the buildings, you recognize Wonwoo, who's running to his destination. You grin and pull your dad's hand.

"Dad, please stop the car!"

The tires screech to halt, and in a blink, you already come out of the car and reach Wonwoo. He pants and is in confusion as to how you manage to chase him. Then, he realizes.

"What do you want?"

You scan him and wipe the beads of perspiration on his face. You flash a happy smile before saying.

"Where's your driver?"

Wonwoo, for a second, almost couldn't identify the person. He is baffled. "W-what?"

"Oh! Jump in, I'll send you home,"

Wonwoo is taken aback. What do you mean by 'Where's your car?' but before he gets to ask you, he's being pulled by force. Plunge into the backseat, Wonwoo's awareness heightens in the presence of someone in the driver seat.

"Where are you going? My dad can drive you there,"

In fact, you're the only person in the car that's jubilant. Your dad is sceptical to Wonwoo, and the same goes for the latter.

"I can walk,"

You quickly stop him from opening the door. "Dad, we can send him to his place, right?"

Your dad looks at the rear-view mirror and hesitates. He eventually gives in and replies.

"Yes, dear," his sight swifts to Wonwoo. "Boy, tell me where you're going?"

Wonwoo grunts lowly and tells the two the direction. Since he isn't going back home and doesn't want anyone to know he's working part-time, he lies.

You keep talking to Wonwoo despite getting no answer. He closes his eyes and clears his mind.

Once arrive, you follow him out.

"I'll excuse you this time because your father is watching. I won't tolerate your behaviour next time!"

The atmosphere at that moment is calm and clear. Though cars are passing by, they make no sound. Hence, you can definitely understand what he meant.

"Don't go running about in the noon, you'll get sick! See you tomorrow at school!"

As a girl, you totally get the meaning of Wonwoo's words. He cuts through your heart with his harsh warning, and you endure it.

Maybe this is my karma since I always leave the people around me. These few foul words from the person I like aren't that bad. I'm willing to be on the receiving end.

You enter the car with your lips stretch to your ears. To avoid getting questioned by your father of Wonwoo's identity, you avert the attention.

"Dad, thank you for taking me in,"

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I've created a schedule for this series- every Wednesday and Saturday, but it also depends on the chapter availability. Since I'm on my semester break, I have more time to write it unless I have writer's block. I accept requests for drabbles, one shot and anything you want me to write ;)

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An Inconvenient Spark

Part I.  Summary: He's a Commander in the Resistance. You are a lowly force-sensitive thief from an equally lowly planet with order defying tendencies. You two under no circumstance get along. Your life take a turn the moment you decide to save his arrogant sorry-ass from certain death. If only you knew saving him would result in joining the Resistance finding not only your purpose in life - but also the biggest oaf-looking asshole in the whole galaxy. If only you could go back in time to that day - you would let him die, just to rid of this incessant headache Ben Solo is giving you. AU.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2k

A/n:  i just needed an angsty, slow burn Ben Solo fic I guess. Go easy on me guys, this is my first time with writing.

Ben Solo woke up with the intent to make that day better than the last one. Last day was - well, it was complicated. It was messy, unnecessary and downright ridiculous.

He still felt his frustration consuming every bit of his body. Yesterday, it had decided to sit on his heart and made a home in it. He didn't know how long he was going to feel it. And he hated the whole situation in each passing moment more.

Still, he forced himself to start the day as a new one. A blank page. Nothing else before the morning.

It would be for the best. For him, and for the whole base, actually. Yes, he decided then - he would do that, he would behave, he would pretend that everything was fine - just for the sake of the people who he led and commanded. And for her Mother - yes, for her he would behave.

When he stepped foot in the command center, the whole place fell silent for a moment.

Great.

Letting out a breath, he scanned the room to find a familiar face. After a second, Lt. Connix appeared next to him, a small smile disappearing from her face the moment her eyes found his.

"She's in her office, Commander. She's waiting for you."

"Thanks" - he muttered out, and went on his way.

When he reached the door of the office, he gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts. He pushed through the entrance, only to find himself face-to-face with her mother’s stern look.

"Commander, it's good to see you. Although, i believe this was due yesterday." - her tone made sure to have an edge in it.

He huffed out a breath in return. His annoyance was coming back in an instant.

"I apologize. I was.. I wasn't in the right state of mind last night and -"

"So I heard." - she replied. "Tell me, son.. what were you thinking? To send off your comrade without a blaster, and then leave her to fend for herself on her own."

Ahhh, right.

He knew this would be a problem. He just had a tiny little hope that his mother would somehow understand. Basically, he did nothing wrong. He just lost his cool for a moment back there. For a couple of moments, really, but that wasn’t important right now.

"We went back to her, she's fine and i didn’t think she'd be stupid enough to not have a blas-.."

"That's enough." - Leia pinched her nose with her delicate fingers and let out a sigh. "Ben.. you need to be smarter than this. I know the two of you had a rocky start, but this whole thing looks like you deliberately tried to leave her to die on that planet." - She was raising her voice now, obviously mad at this whole ordeal. "She's not just your fellow comrade, she's also under your guide." - She let out another long breath. "You have to fix this."

"Fine." - he reluctantly replied.

There were a lot of things Ben Solo learned in his 28 years of his life. One of the many was, that somehow women - and especially his mother - would turn out right in every argument. Every kriffing time.

Agreeing with her would be beneficial. And if he wanted to be honest with himself, a teeny tiny part of him felt guilty.

So, he let her have the last words, let her see how sorry he was - even if it only was an act. He would get scolded a little but then he would forget about the whole deal. Like nothing really happened.

"Good. I expect you to apologize to her." - she chided after a moment.

Ben let out an unwanted growl. "You cannot be serious! I won't apologize to that wench, she deserved to be left on that planet. Maybe this time, she learned something about why it is imperative to follow a simple kriffing order."

"You will apologize, end of discussion." - Leia decided to ignore her son's outburst, knowing well enough that further engaging Ben will only lead them to another heated argument.

His chest heaved. He was seeing red. Why- why should he apologize? He hadn't done anything that bad, really. He just wanted to teach her a lesson about not following his orders. Nothing else. After all, he was her commanding officer, she should be listening to him. He didn’t left her there, he just wanted her to see that she wasn’t the only person who knew how to play this game.

She was a pain in his ass, thats what she was in reality, ever since he first saw her. She - without a doubt - was the most infuriating person he had ever seen in the whole universe. She was reckless, defiant and most importantly, she tended to ignore orders when she saw fit. Well, honestly, that only happened when said order came from him. For everyone else- she was compliant, nice even. And that made him hate her more. She drew him to the fucking wall.  

He was snapped out from his train of though the moment Leia started to speak again.

"And the two of you are grounded for a week. Maybe this will teach you a lesson, too." A moment passed in silence, but Leia wasn't done just yet. "Oh, and please be a dear, and deliver the news to her."

He couldn't  fucking believe this.

***

"WHAT?"

You and Finn were seated in the mess cantina in the morning. The room was empty except for the two of you, everyone else was already busy with their assignments at hand. Life on the Resistance base meant that work started way too early and ended way, way too late.

You however, were back from a mission. From a really bad, tiring one to be specific. The Falcon landed in hanger B late last night, and since nobody assigned any task for you in the morning, you decided to sleep as long as you could.  Hence, the reason you are the only people in the cantina, with Finn sitting across you, both eating the blob that was left behind.

"You heard me right. Kriffing bastard almost left me on that planet this time. Apparently, to teach me a lesson about defying orders." - you grinned. "Can you fucking believe it?"

Finn looked at you in disbelief. "How are you so calm about this?" - he thinned his eyes at you, clearly being suspicious of your state of mind right now. "You.. - you are planning something, aren't you? That's it, right?"

"No, my dear friend. I'm not gonna do a thing about it." - your grin grew wilder. "Someone else will...I hope." - with that, you got back on munching the blob people here called breakfast.

While eating, you thought back to last day's events. The whole thing was - well, avoidable. If only the two of you just knew how to behave when things went awry. You often found yourself thinking about this arrangement. After saving his ass on your home planet, you found yourself in a place where you could choose. Choose about your future, about what you wanted to do with your life. So you left with him and his team to join the Resistance. Acclimation to this whole situation was pretty easy for you, easier than you previously thought. Everyone was welcoming, and very friendly. The realization of you force powers was the cherry on top. As they told you, there were only two of them on the base.

Since your first day, you have been helping them with everything you could. Sometimes with mechanical work, sometimes with piloting, sometimes with missions. Work was easy to find. Peace - not so much. Not really, when a certain Commander is always pestering you with little, incessant jabs and remarks. Not when every time you come up with a wonderful idea he immediately shuts you up. And definitely not when he leaves you on Nar Shaddaa. You huff out a breath at the thought, shaking your head.

This fucking man.

Blob put aside, you and Finn were chatting about nothing, sipping caf when the doors of the cantina opened, and Ben Solo swaggered through. Your gazes locked on each other. You waited for this moment since the morning.

Being on base only for a couple of months wasn't much, but you thought of yourself as a good judge of character. While Ben Solo sometimes was still a mystery to you, her mother wasn’t. You instantly knew how Leia worked. And you had a suspicion that she knew that you knew. Looking at his annoyed face, you realized Leia was playing along. You were baffled at the thought and forced the creeping smile from your face. You needed to savor this moment.

Your commander stopped at your table, face now impassive but the twitching of his left eye and the current energy around him gave his true feelings away. He was angry and annoyed, and at that moment, you were the happiest person in the galaxy. The staring contest  however, was interrupted with Finn's throat clearing.

You put up your sweetest smile you could muster and batted your lashes at him before speaking.

"Commander Solo, are you joining us for breakfast?" - you chirped.

He looked up at the ceiling then, breathing through his nose. You loved him so riled up.

As he realized that he didn't want to spend any more time in your presence than it was necessary - he leered down at you, and started talking.

"No." A beat. "I'm sorry for the mean, awful, accurate things I said and that I almost left you on Nar Shaddaa." - he still managed to be cocky and arrogant, even when apologizing. You couldn't believe it.

"Thank you, Commander. I hope your bruised ego will get well soon from this beautiful apology. Aaaaand, I just hope next time you would be a little more professional." - You couldn't just let him go with a sorry-ass apology like that. He needed a jab. Just a little one. "I mean.. one would think that after saving your life, you would.. I don't know.. not leave me to die on a hostile planet maybe?"

He was getting angrier now, the force around him resonated. While you loved making him angry, you realized this was not the right time to engage in another argument. After last night, you didn’t have the energy to fight, so you decided to let this conversation go as soon as possible. After all, you got what you wanted.

"What more do you want me to say, Princess? I'm sorry, take it or don't, I don't care."

What a jerk.

"Most importantly, both of us are grounded for a week, and for the time being, you're training only with Rey."

Oh. Ohhh.

You could work with that.

A whole week without working with Ben Solo? Last night, on that planet, while you desperately waited for  rescue you could only think about how unlucky you were to be left behind.

Now? Now, you were certain you were the luckiest girl in the galaxy.

Leaving without another word, you again had found yourself with Finn, a shit-eating grin already on your face.

"Why are you so happy about this? Didn't you hear the part you are grounded? For a week." - he looked at you incredulously.

"Oh, Finn. Don't you see? I got myself an apology and a Ben Solo-free week. I really couldn't have hoped for more."

If being mouthy and sarcastic around the Commander always resulted with a week of not seeing him, you would probably just try to sabotage every mission from now on.

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Ok I'm back because I came up with another fic title, and I think this one works perfectly for the current situation! Could I please get a 💡 for the title Winner?

Hi Izzy! I LOVE this title!

Right off the bat, I am getting a Fred x reader enemies to lovers trope. In this, the reader would be a Slytherin on the Quidditch team and her and Fred had always had a I-love-to-hate-you type of relationship. throughout the years that they’ve both been on the Quidditch team, both the reader and Fred would just completely tease each other under the pretense of house rivalry. Neither of them, had ever pulled their punches when I came to gloating on their victories. Even though the two of them complain to their respective teammates of how annoying in infuriating the other person is, deep down they both love riling each other up and they would miss it.

In this fic, I see it taking place during their seventh year in the order of the Phoenix. Of course, Umbridge is in the school and is out to get Fred and his family.  and their seventh year, she has made captain of her Quidditch team and the compare of this between the two of them definitely has amped up. I think the whole scene in the book where Malfoy starts insulting Mrs. Weasley and George and Harry attack Malfoy Wesley to her being really taken aback and disgusted by her seekers comments even though he ended up getting beat up. Despite all the comparing us that she had always had with Fred she knew that his brother and Harry were not in the wrong at all because Malfoy was being a terrible person as per usual. Without thinking about it, she went up to McGrath Nicholas office where she knew that the twins and Harry would be.

When she arrives, Umbridge was already there. I can see her running in through the door without knocking and shouting out in protest that it wasn’t their fault but your seeker’s. I’m bridge will probably make some condescending comments that would be the final straw and the reader would just have some kind of outburst, completely disgusted buy the new headmaster‘s behavior.

Umbridge would say to her if she didn’t approve of her choices then she could say goodbye to being Quidditch Captain.  I can totally see the reader just kind of checking her Quidditch captain pin off and throwing it on the ground saying this line-

“I would rather not play Quidditch at all than win like this.” You sneered at Umbridge with disgust which was a stark contrast to the twisted smile on her face. You ripped off the green and silver pin from your robes, ignoring the sound of threads ripping as you tossed in on the floor at Umbridge’s feet.

I see the reader storming out and going down to a corridor as she let herself cry, remembering how happy she had been when she got the pin that summer and how things had changed so much. She was so busy crying that she didn’t notice Fred come up and lean against the wall next to her.

“I hope you didn’t do that on my account.” Fred said as he casually leaned against the wall besides her.

Suddenly her despair over what had just happened lessened as she look over at him. She ignored the wet tears that had coated her cheeks and rolled her eyes at him. “I never do anything on your account.”

He looked at you with a certain softness that you weren’t used to seeing all these years and you felt your eyes widen as he slid his two thumbs across your cheeks, wiping your wet tears away. The tender touch throwing you off and confusing you beyond compare.

“That’s too bad.” He said nonchalantly. “I was hoping you’d go on a date with me but seeing as you never do anything on my account...” He trailed off as he pushed himself off the wall and began to walk away.

You stood there speechless as your mouth gaped. He had already put a few feet between you by now. You pushed yourself off the wall and walked towards him with urgency. “Hold on a minute! What do you mean a date?” You said exasperated.

“The usual.” He smiled down at you as he saw your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “You and me, the three broomsticks, a butterbeer or two.”

You said nothing in response and only held a baffled look on your face. This expression didn’t perturb Fred, however, not when the blush on your cheeks said otherwise. Without a word from he knew that next Saturday the two of you would very much be on a date.

This was so incredibly extra I’m sorry. If you couldn’t tell I 1) love your fic titles and 2) really really love Fred

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Stay Away, I'm a Beast (fem!werewolf reader x Bill Weasley)

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Words: 5.3k

A/N: I also posted this on AO3 (30/09/19: I noticed I added copy pasted the summary of ‘I’m not my brother!’. So, I added the right summary. Sorry for the inconvenience ^^;)

Summary:

After a terrible night in the Forbidden Forest, you would have to deal with the consequences of that particular night. That might wouldn't sound too bad if you only got in trouble for being somewhere you weren't supposed to be into. However, this night had life-changing consequences. You would have to deal with this for the rest of your life. You kept your distance from your friends and only began hanging out with Chiara Lobosca from time to time. This was enough for your friends to get concerned about you.

BIll Weasley, who was busy with studying for his N.E.W.Ts, suddenly realised how differently you were acting around your friends. Will he figure out what is going on with you? Can he make things at least a little better for you?

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You remembered being scared… Scared for the Beast that was running after you. You kept running and running, praying you be able to get away from it. However, the Beast was faster than you were. It was catching up to you. Before you knew it, the Beast caught you. There was nowhere to go. This time you couldn’t defend yourself against it, knowing it wasn’t on his own. You were outnumbered. You remembered the Beast baring its teeth. You knew exactly where this was going…

The next moment you could feel its teeth tearing through your skin. The pain was unbearable, like your shoulder was burning. You were screaming in agony, desperately wishing for the pain to be gone. The Beast wasn’t done though, it seemed to be ready to take another bite. It probably didn’t care about how much it hurt you. Maybe you were just its little midnight snack.

However, the Beast got away from you when it was hit by something. You weren’t sure what happened next. You knew you had lost your conscious when you were rescued from being eaten by the Beast. Still, it definitely left an impact on you. Something you would have to deal with for the rest of your life.

  Of course, this happened almost two months ago. Your parents were informed about the ‘accident’ and you would have to deal with the consequences. You had to spend an entire week in the Hospital Wing without letting anyone know about the accident. The accident was meant to be kept as a secret, only known by a select group of people, who would be able to help you out. Luckily, you weren’t the only student who had to deal with this ‘problem’.

Still, it meant you would have to lie to everyone else. No one else had been there the night of the accident. Although, your friends were suspicious about what had happened. You just had to lie your way out of there. No one, absolutely no one could know about this. You didn’t want to endanger their lives, so you decided to keep your distance.

Keeping your distance was hard, as you were beginning to feel lonely. The only one you could speak about this was the other student with the same problem. You knew she had the problem for a long time. She was bitten by a Beast too. Although, she had been a lot younger than you were and was more experienced when it came to this ‘problem’.

    “You know, you don’t have to keep a distance from them all the time. It is not like your condition is contagious.”

You were nearby the Forbidden Forest with Chiara Lobosca. Borf, the (were)wolf cub, was wagging its tail while looking at Chiara. She smiled at the cub and petted it.

“I know it’s not contagious… It’s just that…”

“You are afraid they will find out about what happened to you?” Chiara asked, looking up at you.

You nodded. “I’m already afraid people are going to find out about it whenever I dress myself in my dormitory… The scar… It’s quite visible. I mean, Rowan… She would find out something bad has happened if she sees it. I didn’t have a scar like this one before.”

“Well, avoiding your friends is making them suspicious as well. Perhaps it’s better to just act like you used to do. Of course, you might need to retreat yourself when you are feeling worse, but besides that, you could just spend time with them. They don’t necessarily have to find out about it. Unless you want to tell them.”

You quickly shook your head. “I don’t think I can tell them…”

“Well, you always seem to speak highly about your friends, maybe they will understand the situation.” She said, giving you a small smile. “Then again, it’s your own decision. I’d rather not tell people about my condition either.”

    You two just sat nearby the Forest when you noticed a certain guy walking around. You kept watching him for a moment, before you heard some giggling coming from Chiara. You looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

“Do you like him?” She asked you with a grin.

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking slightly surprised.

“Bill Weasley. You seemed to be staring at him.” She said slightly amused. “So, do you have a crush on him?”

You began blushing a bit and then you began fiddling with your fingers. “I have no idea what you are talking about…”

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    “This might be in your O.W.Ls… If you wish to pass your Potions examination, you should probably focus right now. Although, I doubt all of you will be able to pass your exanimation by just focusing…”

    Your focus was particularly poor today. You were feeling a bit off, although, you weren’t surprised about that. It was almost time… The full moon was approaching and you could already feel the effects your condition. Your skin was pale and it looked like you were getting ill.

Rowan had been telling you to go to Madam Pomfrey, buy you refused going there. It was no use to go there anyways.

“Miss Y/L/N. I would appreciate it if you could at least pay some attention to what we are doing in this class.” Professor Snape said when he was standing nearby your table.

“Sorry, Professor.” You said and then you tried to focus once again.

You could hear Merula snickering. “She is definitely one of these students who won’t pass their Potions Examination during their O.W.Ls.”

“Stop it, Snyde.” Rowan said, frowning at Merula.

“Or what, Khanna?”

“Well… You would definitely regret it…” Rowan muttered, not sure what to do about it.

“Miss Khanna, shouldn’t you also pay attention…?” Professor Snape said, glaring at the girl.

“Sorry, Professor.” Rowan said softly, looking down.

Things were pretty quiet after that. The lesson continued on and before you knew it, it was already over.

    You grabbed your stuff and was ready to go to your next class. You noticed Rowan was trying to catch your attention, but you ignored her. You didn’t feel like talking to anyone at the moment. You just wanted to go your DADA class, hoping for this day to be over soon.

“I’m telling you, Y/L/N is losing her touch. Look at how poorly she has been doing in class.”

You looked up, seeing Merula talking to Ismelda and some other Slytherin who was in the same year.

“Maybe she just gave up, you know? She probably decided to show her madness to people instead of trying to be a perfect little student who occasionally gets in trouble. I mean, she doesn’t hang out with the people she used to call ‘her friends’.” Merula smirked. “Maybe they have dumped her after they figured out she is a complete lunatic.”

Okay, that’s it…!

“Shut your mouth, Snyde! You don’t know shit...!” You yelled at her, glaring daggers at her.

She looked at you and then she smirked. “Oh, so you can still talk? I thought you had lost that ability too.” She was definitely mocking you.

“Yes, I can still talk and luckily the things that come out of my mouth are a lot better than the rubbish that comes out of your nasty mouth.” You hissed at her.

“Rubbish? Well, excuse me for pointing out the obvious. You have been alone for a while, Y/L/N. Your friends actually dumped you, didn’t they?”

    Instead of grabbing your wand, you just punched Merula in the face, surprising everyone, especially Merula. You were ready to punch her again when you were held back by someone.

“Y/N…! That’s enough…!” You heard a familiar voice say behind you. That was probably the person who was holding you back.

Merula was holding her nose. It was definitely bleeding. “You are freaking crazy!” She said when she began making her way out of the Dungeons.

You were trying to struggle out of the grip of the person who was holding you back. “Let go of me…!”

“Barnaby, we should probably bring her somewhere she can calm down…” Rowan said softly.

So, it was Barnaby who was holding you back?

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best…” He said and then he simply lifted you of the floor. “Sorry, Y/N.”

“I am calm…!” You muttered. “Just let me go.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Rowan mumbled.

Barnaby and Rowan led you somewhere else, making sure you wouldn’t get away this time. They probably wanted to talk to you. Maybe the rest of the group wanted to talk to you as well…

    On your way to wherever Barnaby and Rowan were leading you, Bill walked over to you.

“What is going on?” He asked, looking at you and then he looked at Barnaby and Rowan.

“Uhm… Well… Y/N was acting a little off not too long ago…” Rowan said softly, rubbing the back of her neck a bit.

“Yeah, she punched Merula in the face.” Barnaby said honestly.

“You punched Merula in the face?” Bill asked you, raising an eyebrow at you.

“So what?” You muttered. “I punched Merula in the face. Maybe that was something I have always wanted to do?”

Bill looked slightly baffled by your response.

“You have never done that before though…” Rowan pointed out. “It’s not really like you to do something like that.”

“Rowan is right. It’s more like something I would do when people are saying bad things about my friends.” Barnaby said.

“Well, maybe I have changed.” You muttered. You sounded really bitter towards everyone. “Can you guys let me go now? We have DADA and I’m sure Bill has to do something more important than this too.”

“We thought it would be a good idea to talk to you about this, Y/N… We are just w-”

“There is nothing to talk about.” You cut Rowan off. “Just let me go.”

Barnaby let you go, even though Rowan gave him a look like she was saying ‘what are you doing?’

Once he let go of you, you gave them one last look before you walked away from them again.

Bill watched you walking away, wondering what was going on with you. Maybe he should try to speak with you soon?

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  “Charlie… Have I missed a lot?”

Charlie looked up at his brother and raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“Well… I saw Y/N today. Apparently, she has punched Merula in the face.” Bill said, looking a little concerned. “I could tell Rowan and Barnaby were concerned about her… I know I haven’t been around much, because of my N.E.W.Ts, but it seems like Y/N is acting quite off.”

Charlie frowned a little. “Yeah, she isn’t acting like herself. She hasn’t been acting like herself for almost two months I suppose. You remember when I told you Y/N had disappeared for a week?”

“I remember you telling me that.”

“Ever since she came back, she has been acting differently around us all. At first, she was just a little absent-minded, but later on, she began to avoid us.”

Bill frowned a little. “She is avoiding everyone?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t really talk to us anymore and tends to just walk away from everyone who is approaching her.” Charlie pointed out. “Although, I wouldn’t have expected her to suddenly throw punches.”

“I don’t think anyone would have expected her to do that. Although, Merula does often get under her skin.”

“I suppose so, but she never resorted to violence before.”

    Charlie and Bill both were quiet for a moment. They both seemed to be thinking about this matter.

“Do you think it might have to do something with the Cursed Vaults?” Bill asked.

“It could be…” Charlie mumbled. “But what could have happened?”

“I don’t know… I mean, she doesn’t really show up to the meeting with Professor Rakepick either, much to Rakepick’s dismay.” Bill pointed out.

“That’s right, you both are chosen by Rakepick to be her apprentices.” Charlie mumbled. “She doesn’t show up for these meetings either?”

“Not since…” Bill didn’t even finish his sentence.

“Let me guess, almost two months ago?”

“It does seem to align with each other…” Bill said softly. “She has been acting differently, she doesn’t show up and she is avoiding the people who care about her.”

“Well, the one who I have seen with Y/N from time to time is Chiara Lobosca.”

“You mean the Hufflepuff from your year?”

“Yeah, Y/N seems to be spending some time with her.”

“Maybe we should have a chat with Chiara then.”

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  “Chiara?”

Chiara looked up and noticed two redheads standing nearby her. “Oh, hello. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Well, maybe…” Charlie said softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“We just wanted to ask some things about Y/N.” Bill said

“Oh…” Chiara looked surprised. “Are you sure I’m the right person to ask something about her? I mean, you both are friends with her, right?”

“I don’t think we can ask this herself.” Charlie said honestly. “Also, she might not even want to talk to us since she doesn’t talk to any of us that often anymore…”

“Well… I suppose I can try to answer your questions.” Chiara looked slightly unsure.

“We think you could help us out. You are spending some time with Y/N lately, right?” Bill asked, hoping Chiara could at least give her some answers.

“Yeah, I have spent some time with her lately.” Chiara said honestly.

“Has she ever talked about the Cursed Vaults with you?” Charlie asked.

“No, I don’t recall she did talk about that around me.” She told them.

“Then what did you two talk about…?” Bill asked.

Chiara frowned a little and looked aside. “Look, I understand you want to know if Y/N is all right, but I don’t think it is right if I tell to you the things we have spoken about. She has told me things in confidence, just like I told her things in confidence. It would be bad if I told you about these things…”

    “You are right… That wouldn’t be right.” Bill mumbled softly. “Sorry for asking.”

“It’s all right… I mean, you are just worried about Y/N, right?” Chiara looked up at the two again. “I can tell you this: She is all right, but she needs time.”

“Time to process things?” Charlie asked.

“Yeah, time to process things and find her way again.”

“I suppose that is something we should keep in mind. Thanks, Chiara.” Bill said honestly.

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  Bill had been thinking about you some more. He also thought about the thing Chiara said; you needed time. Something in your life must have changed drastically if you needed time to process everything and find your way again. What could have been so drastic that you felt like you couldn’t rely on your friends anymore. And why were you able to speak to Chiara about things like this? There must be something the two of you had in common.

He knew it was probably better to leave you alone, but he just needed to know… What if you weren’t able to find your way before he graduated from Hogwarts? What if this would get in the way of your friendship with him? He already feared he would miss out a lot because of his N.E.W.Ts, but what if he couldn’t make things up with you? He thought it would be good to clear things between you two first… You might not feel like you were up to it, but he knew it might be good if you had someone else you could turn to as well when you were dealing with some big changes in your life.

    He decided he was going to follow you in secret. His conscious kept telling him it was wrong to do this, but he felt like he had no choice. You weren’t going to tell him yourself. You weren’t going to tell anyone of your friends, he was certain about that. No, this was the only chance he had to figure out what was going on with you.

He noticed you met up with Chiara somewhere in the Corridors. You seemed to look a little less tense when you met up with the other girl.

“Ready for tonight?” She asked you softly.

“As ready as I can be for this.” You mumbled softly.

“We will be fine. It’s not pretty, but at least it won’t be dangerous either.”

Bill wondered what you two were talking about. What was going to happen at night? Why did you and Chiara both look so pale? He wondered… Could he perhaps figure out what is going to happen at night?

“You took all your potions, right?” Chiara asked you.

“Yeah, I haven’t missed one.” You told her honestly.

“Good, then nothing should go wrong tonight.” She told you with a smile.

Potions? Why did you have to take potions? And why would things go wrong if you didn’t…? Bill began thinking about things and one thing came to mind. But… that couldn’t be right, could it? There was no way….

    Bill kept following you two, even when they both went outside. The sun was beginning to set and you seemed to feel uncomfortable.

“Relax… It will be all right. Madam Pomfrey will be here soon… She will show us the way where we will be safe during the night.” Chiara told you honestly.

“Just like the last time…?” You asked her softly.

“Just like the last time.”

So, this has happened before… Bill still hoped he wasn’t right, because if he was…. Well, he wasn’t really sure what he could do.

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  Slowly, the sky turned darker and the bright Full Moon lightened things up a little bit in the darkness. The sounds of howling wolves could be heard in the Forest. Although, it wasn’t the only place where howling could be heard that night… The moment the full moon showed up, you and Chiara both changed. Your arms and legs seemed have grown larger, your hands turned into clawed paws and your head has been lengthening. The transformation turned you into something similar to the Beast that had attacked you.

You weren’t human anymore… You were a Beast. A filthy werewolf as you had heard your mother calling the Beast that had attacked you two months ago. She was devastated you would have to endure something so terrible every month, especially since there was no cure for the condition. You would have to deal with it for the rest of your life. If only you didn’t go to the Forbidden Forest to look for clues during a Full Moon. You should have known better. Now, you would have to deal with the consequences.

Luckily, the Wolfsbane Potions have worked. You had control over your mind. It was somewhat comforting. You weren’t alone either, Chiara was there with you as well. Even though you weren’t really able to speak to each other. You two would most likely sleep the night off, hoping things would be all right the next morning.

    This night, however, was different from the last time you spent in the Shrieking Shack with Chiara. You could swear you saw someone coming into the house from the secret passage. You also heard a soft gasp, like the person’s breath stopped for a moment. After that, you could hear the person quickly turning around, running away as far as they could.

Someone had seen you two… And you weren’t sure what to think got it. Would this person spill your secrets? This wasn’t only your secret, but also Chiara’s secret. Someone might have followed you all day… This would be bad… Very bad!

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  Chiara and you both know someone had followed you last night. You could confirm this when you realized something was left behind by accident last night.

“Maybe I should have suspected something… He wanted to know was going on.” Chiara said softly when you both began making your way to the Hospital Wing.

“He talked to you about me….?” You asked her softly. “Why?”

“Well, your friends are concerned about you… I told you, avoiding them could make them more suspicious about this…”

“I know you have tried to warm, but this…! This is awful…! What am I going to do about this…?” You were slightly panicked about this.

“I’m not sure… All we can do is hope he won’t tell anyone about this. He doesn’t seem like someone who would share something like this with others.”

“But what if he does?” You asked her seriously. “People might send us away from Hogwarts…”

“Would your friend really do something like that? Really, he doesn’t seem like someone who would do something like that… Do you think he would actually tell someone?”

“…. No.” You mumbled softly.

“Then I think we are safe.” She told you honestly.

    “We might have to talk about this with him though.” Chiara said when you two were getting closer to the Castle again. “Just to make sure he really keeps his mouth shut about this.”

“Talk to him…? What if he is too afraid to talk to us…?” You asked.

“We will see about that…” She said softly. “Are you sure he is actually afraid?”

“Who wouldn’t be afraid of a werewolf…?”

“I was thinking…. Maybe you are the one who is afraid to speak to him.” She said seriously, looking at you.

You looked down at your feet and sighed. “Maybe I am…”

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  Bill had been trying to find you, wanting to speak about what he had seen a few nights ago. Although, he had no luck in finding you. He didn’t give up trying though. He would just keep looking around, thinking it shouldn’t be too hard to spot you.

His eyes suddenly landed on another girl, who was standing right in front of him: Chiara.

“Chiara…” He said softly, looking slightly surprised.

“You are looking for Y/N, right?” She asked him, looking quite serious.

He blinked for a moment. “Yes, in a matter of fact, I am looking for her.”

“She is in the Forbidden Forest. You can find her there.” She told him honestly.

“In the Forbidden Forest… All right, I will go looking for her there. Thanks.” He was about to walk away, but Chiara grabbed one of his arms, preventing him from walking away immediately.

“You… You won’t tell anyone about this... Right?” She asked softly, looking down at her feet.

Bill stared at her for a moment. Of course, he shouldn’t be surprised about her asking something like that. This didn’t only concern you. This also concerned her. He didn’t only find out about you, but also about Chiara’s condition. “I won’t tell anyone… I promise.”

“Thank you.” She said when she slowly let go of his arm. “She really likes you, did you know that?”

    “What?”

“Y/N, she seems to really like you…” She told Bill honestly. “She might not want to talk to you, but that’s only because she is ashamed of herself.”

Bill wasn’t really sure what to do with this information.

“You seem to like her a lot as well. You were willing to follow her, not really knowing what was going on…” She said softly. “Good luck.”

Bill watched Chiara walking away before he began making his way to the Forbidden Forest.

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  “Why are you here, Bill…?”

Bill was surprised. You hadn’t even turned around and already knew it was him.

You turned around and looked at him, trying to look as neutral as possible. “Well? What is your reason?”

“I’m here to talk with you.” He said, stepping closer to you.

“Don’t…” You shook your head, stepping a bit back when he got closer to you. “What is there to talk about? You already know what is going on.”

“Just because I know what is going on doesn’t mean there is no reason to talk with you about this.” He seriously, once again trying to get near you.

“Stay away…!” You said, not wanting him to get close to you.

“Why do I have to stay away from you?”

“You have to stay away from me because I’m Beast!” You yelled at him before you turned your back to him. “You have seen it… You have seen what I turn into…”

Bill just kept his eyes on you. He sighed softly and then he tried to get closer to you again. “Yes, I have seen what you turned into, but you aren’t like that all the time, Y/N…”

    “You could have got yourself killed…! You followed Chiara and I when we were getting towards a safe place! You should have never followed us!” You yelled, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. “What if I had no control over myself? What if I killed you by accident?”

“I know it wasn’t my best decision to follow you. I had the assumption you might be one after you Chiara said nothing could go wrong at night because you took all your potions…” Bill said honestly. “But I didn’t want to believe it… I mean, who would assume you two are werewolves?”

“So, you wanted to prove you weren’t right…” You mumbled softly, rubbing your arms a bit. “You must have been terrified your assumption was right after all.”

“I can’t say I wasn’t shocked…”

“Who wouldn’t be?”

“How long have you-”

“Been a filthy werewolf?” You cut him off, still not looking at him. “For two months. I got bitten somewhere around here.”

“So that’s why you have been acting differently.” He said softly and then he got close enough to put a hand on your shoulder.

You flinched when he put his hand on your shoulder and quickly jumped around, facing him when you stepped away from him again. “Don’t touch me…”

    “Y/N, I know you feel like you are a danger to all of us, but I know you won’t hurt us when you are like this.” Bill said softly.

You were trembling slightly. “How can you be so sure about that…? I was ready to hurt Merula not too long ago…”

“That’s where we can all help you… We could help you calm down, pull you away when you are feeling more vulnerable and irritated by things that might not have irritated you if the Full Moon wasn’t nearing.” Bill said softly. He wanted to get closer to you, hoping to offer you some comfort, but he knew you wouldn’t let him.

“I… I don’t want them to know… What if they would look down on me…?” You said softly, looking down at your feet. “W-werewolves are feared and frowned down upon in the Wizarding World… You know that.”

“They might be able to help you out though… I’m sure they will understand if you tell them what happened. It’s not like you wanted to become one.”

“B-but what if they don’t…?” You asked him, tears were rolling down your cheeks. “What if they don’t accept it…?”

“They might need a little time to adjust to the news… Just like you are trying to adapt to this change… Of course, they should be able to adapt to it a lot easier than you can adapt to this.” He said softly. “You don’t have to do this right now. Although, it might be helpful if they do know about this eventually.”

  “Y/N, I want to let you know, even though you are a werewolf, it doesn’t mean I don’t want anything to do with you. I’m not disgusted or scared by what you have become. It wasn’t your fault; you didn’t have a choice. Besides, you are still you.” Bill said honestly. “And I like who you are.”

You looked up at him. Tears were still rolling down your face. “Y…you don’t mind if I’m a werewolf…?” You stepped a little closer to him.

Bill shook his head. “I don’t mind it. Y/N, you are still you and I like you for who you are. Being a werewolf doesn’t completely change that.”

“If everyone was as open minded as you are…” You said, giving him a sad smile.

Bill pulled you into a tight hug. “They might realize not every werewolf is a bad person if they were open minded.”

You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around him as well. His words and his hug were comforting you.

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  “You are almost graduating.” You said when you were sitting nearby the Black Lake with Bill.

“Time has flown by.” Bill said with a smile. “I’m sure going to miss Hogwarts.”

“You will be able to do what you wanted to do. I mean, they definitely could use a good Curse-Breaker like you at Gringotts.” You told him honestly.

“In two years, you could also become one.” Bill said with a small smile.

“I’m not sure they would hire me.” You told him, frowning a little.

Bill began frowning as well. You would probably be able to become a good Curse-Breaker if you wanted to become one. As long as you had Wolfsbane Potions, you would be no threat to anyone. “I’m sure if you could convince them-”

“It’s all right, I think I will be able to manage it when I’m going to graduate.” You told him with a small smile. “I think some people might be interested in books about the Cursed Vaults and I think I would be the right person to write about them.”

“Still, I think you make a fine Curse-Breaker.”

“Who knows? Maybe they will be less strict about it when I graduate.” You gave him a small smile. “Really, don’t worry about me.”

    “You know, it’s quite hard for me to not worry about you. After all, you are important to me.” Bill said honestly.

You began blushing a little and rubbed the back of your head. “How often are you going to tell me that?”

He grinned. “Until you don’t need to be reminded of it anymore. I think I might have to tell you every time I see you.”

You rolled your eyes, looking slightly amused. “Well, I hope you won’t get tired of it then.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” Bill winked.

“It’s hard not to worry, because you are important to me as well.” She stuck out your tongue to him, giving him a playful look.

“Are you mocking me?” Bill grinned and then he pulled you closer to him.

“Maybe?” You grinned. “Then again, you are important to me as well.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad you think so.”

“You better keep writing me when you work at Gringotts. I want to know what Egypt and your job are like. Maybe it makes up for the fact I won’t be able to see you as often as I used anymore.”

“As long as you keep me updated on your life here.”

“Of course. We will stay in touch; I will make sure of that.” You gave him a bright smile.

    “Good.” Bill smiled before he changed the topic. “Now, we should probably prepare things for your next transformation. It’s the last time I can help you out. Then someone else has to take charge over it.”

“I bet you have taught Charlie most of the tricks you have used to keep me as calm as possible. I suppose he and Rowan both know what to do when I am being impossible.” You laughed softly.

“I wouldn’t call it impossible, just you being extraordinary hard to figure out.” He winked.

“That’s basically the same thing, Bill.”

“Not to me.”

[milk-is-here]

I was tagged by @ratlyne!! This took a lot of thinking, lmao. Also I'm going to quote from the wiki to help me with this oop so its gonna be kinda structured like an essay paragraph? But im not introducing the quotes im just saying them and explaining and because of that this might be long

Jonathan: "will treat any fellow human with respect unless they prove evil." Along with his trait of being gentlemanly, I am very polite and respect everyone until it comes to light that they're either 1) a bad person or 2) they do something that goes against my moral code or hurt someone close to me. "Jonathan fights for what he believes in, and once he is committed to something, he won't back down until the deed is done" I am very ambitious and I'm very confident in my beliefs and if i hear anyone badmouthing what i believe in i will do my best to either correct them or properly educate them and prove my point. "Jonathan has a mindset where he tries to imagine the consequences his actions would have on other people .... he is gentle and sympathetic" I am a gigantic well of sympathy and understanding and I try my best to make sure what I do doesnt hurt anyone. I've put myself in other people's shoes more times than I can count. Also like jonathan to dio, I have a hard time looking past the good things about someone to realize the bad. I see beauty and goodness in everything, even the tiniest bit, and I tend to latch onto that beauty as a justification for keeping generally bad influences around.

Joseph: although I wont outright act out against authority like joseph, I do have a healthy amount of resentment for it, mostly because I value my freedom and free will to do what I'd like to. Much like Joseph though, I'm very playful and I love to joke around, theres just about nothing I cant joke about even on serious notes. But there is a line, and I will fiercely defend anyone who's been offended by something someones said (within certain parameters) and I cant stand when someone picks on someone while they're down. Also like Joseph, I love to outsmart people, if I can find a quicker and more efficient way of doing things or if I can simple baffle them by predicting their moves, I become a snarky and arrogant person, although I dont stay like that for long. Also I have literally no trouble making friends no matter their background or how they act towards me in the start, I've got friends of all shapes and sizes, all personalities and quirks. I can be a flirt but since I've gotten in my relationship I tend to keep the flirting to just her which is probably my favorite pass time because seeing her get flustered makes me feel proud of myself hehe.

Josuke: given that I'm not too much older than him, I still act very much like a teenager, and I do a lot of the things josuke does. I'm definitely more concerned with what I'll be doing in the next few hours or minutes than I am with my future further down the road, it's much easier to plan a day with my friends than it is to plan for like five years later. As I said back with Jonathan, I'm very kind and polite and I do my best to help everyone, not only because of how I am but because helping people makes me feel very very good about myself and receiving praise or compliments even more so. I also tend to switch between the calm and goofy attitude about things depending on the situation. I know how to have fun, but if the situation needs it I can be as calm and collected as a leader going into a battle they know theyll win.

I just realized I only used quotes for Jonathan and instead just restated things for Joseph and josuke oof also I tend to warp myself to better make allies which isnt exactly healthy? Like I noticeably change depending on who I'm hanging out with, if it's with my gf and our closer friends I feel like that's where I'm the most me? But if I'm with my cousins (who act extremely ghetto, thank God they dont use tumblr) I act just about exactly like them.

ALMOST FORGOT TO TAG OH GOSH

I dunno who all has done this already so I'm just gonna--

@im-hecking-baby @warrior-of-symbolica @dokidoki-tae @animegirl1200

I know it's only four shhhhhh I didnt know who else to tag--

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Second Chances Ch. 20 (Book 1 In the "Chances" Series) *Samoa Joe X OC*

Pairing: Samoa Joe X Female OC

Summary:

Ella Roberts has led a traumatic life.

She witnessed her parents' murders at the age of eighteen, and narrowly escaped death herself, due to the intervention of Joe Seanoa, a close family friend. After she discovers she was the true target the night her parents were killed, she assumes a new identity and runs away with intentions of protecting her family and loved ones. Years later, she is pursued by a mysterious Ukrainian, and soon finds herself right back in the biggest nightmare of her life. Fate brings her back to Joe, and knowing Ella's still in danger, Joe vows to keep her safe. But can he succeed? Or will the danger that still threatens her freeze any second chance they have at a happily-ever-after?

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with TNA. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: None this chapter

Chapter 20

Jacques Fournier—finally satisfied with the fatal toxin he'd concocted—loaded it into a syringe, and placed it in his refrigerator. He had worked for days on the poison and was delighted with its results. It of course wasn't perfect but for such short notice, it would most definitely do. He stared at the rat he'd used as a test subject and grinned at the sight. The large rodent could no longer be recognized as a rat. The poison—similar to an acid—had eaten through the creature's organs as well as his flesh in a matter of seconds. Nothing more than a pool of blood and gore remained. Red would not only die, he would writhe in agony while doing so. And the beauty of it was, an autopsy would be pointless. The stuff wasn't detectable. It would leave any medical examiner completely baffled.

The planning stages of Red Miller's demise fully under way, Fournier began working out other details. One thing was for certain, he would be the one to kill the hit man. So far, everyone he'd hired in his mission to have Ella had failed. He was no longer taking any chances.

If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself, he thought bitterly as he searched online for some disguise ideas. Once he'd ordered some brown contacts, a wig and figured out ways to alter his trim frame, he began hunting down some blueprints to the hospital Red was staying at. He knew he'd need to have his route ingrained in his mind to pull off the kill.

He printed the blueprints out and studied them for a while before shifting his train of thought over to new plans on how to finally get his hands on Ella Roberts.

Patience is key, he thought.

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For over a week, Ella was watched like a hawk. Her loved ones were determined to make sure she ate and slept. Even little Kayla and Jennifer nagged at her to rest when they saw her so much as stand up. She did have to admit, with several days of rest and proper nourishment, she felt a little better. Not to mention, she had a better frame of mind.

They all discussed the note from Fournier. Having momentarily forgotten about the note, Ella was frightened all over again. However, her family managed to assure her that they were all safe. Jeff was also giving the note to the authorities to examine and keep as evidence.

It wasn't easy, but Ella knew she had no other option but to stay with her family. She had no money—yet. Not until her parents' will completed the probate process. She had no job, and while she had inherited her parent's house, her childhood home would not be safe. Fournier would look for her there. For the time being, she had no other choice.

The day finally came when Joe felt she was ready for the next step in their relationship. He informed her of a big surprise he'd planned for her, and asked her to be ready for a date at eight o'clock that night. He'd also instructed her to wait for him in her room.

"But… A date," Ella had asked. "I mean—I'm excited, but how are we going to pull it off with Fournier—"

"Don't worry," Joe cut her off. "It'll be fine, I promise. We're just going to be here at the house. Jeff's going to take Nina and the girls out to eat and to a movie so we can have some alone time. You know I wouldn't do anything to put you in danger."

She'd nodded, with a slight smile. "Yes, I know." Her eyes brightened as she began planning her outfit. "Hmmm… What to wear, what to wear?"

Immediately Joe's mind went into overdrive and he pulled her close to him. "You'd look gorgeous in sackcloth, baby girl."

"Well, I think I can do better than that," she laughed.

"Can't wait," Joe replied, leaning down and brushing his lips over hers. "Love you."

Hearing those words from his mouth was still so surreal to her. She sighed softly, and gazed up at his handsome face. "Love you."

Now, in her bedroom, Ella nervously looked into her mirror and applied the finishing touches to her makeup. He's sure going to a lot of trouble to surprise me, she thought. An overjoyed smile flashed across her face as she spread some sheer lip gloss over her mouth. She looked at her reflection to check out her handy work. The bruises on her face were, at last, all healed and she actually looked like her old self. Except for being paler and—although she had managed to gain some of her weight back—she was still a little too thin.

Leaving her dark hair down because she knew Joe preferred it that way, she fluffed the soft waves and gave herself a last glance before looking at her clock. It's only about five more minutes till Joe comes for me, she realized. I need to get dressed. She hurried over to her closet and began searching for an outfit to wear. Her eyes instantly fell on her favorite dress; a pastel turquoise, knee-length, off-the-shoulder one that hugged her slender frame and flowed out from her hips, swirling around her whenever she turned. The long sleeves were like a second skin on her slender arms. She smiled at the thought of Joe's reaction to the dress, and grabbed it off the hanger. Quickly changing into the soft garment, she then scooped up her silver strappy heels.

No sooner than she'd put the shoes on, there came a knock at the door.

"Ella?"

You could set a clock by him, she thought, chuckling. Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, she walked across the room to her door and opened it.

The two froze, eyeing each other's appearance. Ella was taken aback by the sight of Joe in a pair of black slacks, and a deep sapphire blue dress shirt. The vivid color seemed to enhance the darkness of his hair and eyes.

Joe was also stunned upon seeing Ella in her dress. She literally took his breath away. "Wow…" he finally managed, reaching up and touching her face. "You look like an angel."

A flush stained her cheeks and she smiled at him. "Thank you. And might I add that you look incredibly handsome."

He grinned and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Well, thank you. Now come on. Let's go downstairs." He took her hand and led her down the staircase, and then paused as he looked back at her. "Here, get in front of me, and I'll cover your eyes with a scarf."

"Just don't let me trip and fall," Ella said softly, as Joe tugged her in front of him.

"Never," he spoke softly in her ear as he tied a red silk scarf loosely around her head. Certain she couldn't see, he put his hands on her shoulders and slowly nudged her forward. "I've got you. Just take it slow. I won't let you fall."

After what seemed like several minutes, Ella felt Joe urge her to stop, and then begin untying the scarf. "Ready?"

In the next instant, the scarf came off and she gasped with delight at the sight in front of her. Joe had led her to the patio outside the party room. It was decorated with numerous lit candles. And the white lights from New Year's still adorned the railing. On the table, lay several types of sushi and two beautiful place-settings. Chilling in a bucket of ice was a frosty bottle of sparkling grape juice.

"Oh, my gosh, Joe," Ella cried softly. "It's so beautiful." She struggled to control the instinctive tears burning her eyes.

Joe's black eyes scanned over her, committing to memory the priceless look on her beautiful face. "I wanted this to be special because I remember you saying the stages of our relationship were happening out of order…so, I wanted us to have our first date before we get married, instead of after."

Ella's gaze shot up to his, "What? Married? But—I mean... I know we're planning to get engaged soon, but... There's still plenty of time for us to have many dates."

Joe smiled and winked at her. "Well, it seems your uncle is happy with us being a couple and wants us to marry now. Or as soon as you're ready to. And I am, of course, completely okay with that." He smiled, watching for her reaction. She didn't disappoint.

Ella couldn't stop the happy giggle that bubbled up from her throat.

Joe reached into his pants pocket, and pulled out a black velvet jewelry box. Then he was kneeling down on one knee. He looked up into her face and smiled softly, his dimples appearing. "Giselle Symone Roberts…I hope you'll make my life complete, and marry me. Let me love you in every way, forever."

Ella's hand went to her mouth as Joe opened the black box and revealed a white gold engagement ring. The band was lined with tiny diamonds, and in the center of the ring, was a larger heart-shaped diamond.

"Joe…"

He chuckled, "I'm really hoping you say 'yes' soon. You're kind of leaving me hanging here."

"Oh, my God! Yes! Yes, I'll marry you, Joe—whenever you want!"

With that, Joe pulled the ring free of the box and put it on her left ring finger. "Well, we can't get married when I want, because I want to marry you right this second, and unfortunately there's a waiting period. So, I'm thinking we will get the wedding license applied for tomorrow. And by the time the three-day waiting period is over, it should be right at Valentine's Day. What better way to celebrate the holiday, than to get married?"

"I agree," Ella giggled, as Joe rose back up to his feet and tugged her close against him. She pulled his face down to hers and pressed her mouth against his. "Oh, my God…we're really engaged," she cried happily.

"The only day that will make me happier is the day I make you my wife," Joe replied softly.

Ella nodded happily. "Me too. And also…" she flushed and shyly shifted her gaze downward. "Al-Also the day I give you a baby."

Joe's breath caught in his throat. For whatever reason, he'd not paid much thought to their having children. He was mainly just eager to bind Ella to him in every way possible as well as being concerned for her safety.

Children, he thought wistfully. He loved the idea the more he thought of it. And the thought of having children with Ella was simply…

There's no word, he thought in amazement.

Ella, on the other hand, interpreted his thoughtful silence as a bad sign. "I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have said that. I just thought—"

Joe's finger pressed against her mouth, silencing her words. "Ella, I swear if we were married right at this moment…" He faltered slightly, raw emotion thickening his throat. "I wouldn't hesitate to give you a child," he said, his voice husky. "I can hardly wait to make you a mother."

He watched as her eyes widened and heard a whimper escape her lips. He removed his finger from her mouth, and replaced it with his own mouth. Immediately, his tongue slipped past her lips and tasted the warm sweetness of her mouth. She moaned softly, as she brought her arms up to encircle his neck. He pulled her closer and gripped her slight frame against his, groaning in a mixture of passion and frustration. He placed another soft kiss to her mouth before pulling away. "I want you so bad, honey. But we have to wait. I want you to be completely mine on our wedding night." He said it with more conviction than he felt. Please let the next few days go by quickly, he thought. I don't know how much longer I can wait.

The couple finally managed to clear their heads of the fantasies of their wedding night and shakily sat down at the table to eat their dinner.

}i{}i{}i{}i{

Jacques Fournier checked his reflection in the hospital's bathroom mirror as he went over the plan in his head again. His eyes—now an extremely dark brown thanks to the contacts he had ordered—were a drastic change from his natural, ice-blue ones. His black wig also looked very natural. Of course, for the price he paid for the piece, it should look remarkably natural. He eyed his usually thin figure, making sure the thick padding he wore was not bunched anywhere or that it appeared unbalanced. He had also grown some facial hair. He planned to shave it off as soon as he got home. He would need to get out of the disguise as soon as possible when the deed was done.

Everything has to be perfect, he thought. There's no room for errors.

He adjusted the cop uniform and then ambled out of the bathroom as if he owned the place. He had to act natural, and look as if he belonged there. He had even practiced a southern accent till he had it down perfectly.

Approaching the front desk, he smiled warmly at the volunteer. "Hi, I'm Officer Jacobs," he drawled. "I'm supposed to guard Mark Miller in his room tonight. May I have his room number?"

"Certainly," the older woman answered, as she typed in the information on the computer. "It looks like he's in the prison ward, room 517, officer."

"Thank you," Fournier replied, and headed for the elevators. He looked around him to make sure no one was watching and then darted into the stairwell. He had no wish to be seen on the elevator's surveillance cameras.

Being in good shape he had the few flights of stairs climbed in mere minutes. Then he was on the fifth floor and headed down the long hallway. He reached the room and greeted the officer on duty. "Hey there. I'm supposed to relieve you of duty tonight."

The other cop eyed him for a moment, and Fournier briefly worried he wasn't buying the story. However, he had noticed no one else in the hallway within sight. If he had to, he'd kill the cop too.

Luckily, however, the cop stood from his chair and stretched a little. "Thanks pal. Thought this shift would never end."

"No problem. Enjoy your night."

As the cop walked away, Fournier passed through the open door of the hospital room without touching anything. He looked back out the door and saw the cop stepping into an elevator. Once he heard the door slide shut, he pulled a pair of latex gloves out of his pocket, and tugged them on. Then he closed the room's door and approached Red's sleeping form.

You won't be asleep for long, he thought, as he pulled the enormous poison-filled syringe from his pocket. In the next second, he had the cap off, and had plunged it into the IV port and shot the liquid into the tubing. Then he pulled out a huge syringe filled with saline, to flush the poison through his bloodstream faster. Then, careful to leave no evidence behind, he recapped the needles and then pocketed them.

A few seconds passed and nothing happened. And then suddenly Red's eyes shot open. Fournier darted forward and clamped his hand over his mouth. "This will teach you to lay your hands on what's mine," he hissed. Then Red was screaming into Fournier's hand, but it was all for naught. Jacques grabbed the pillow behind Red's head and pressed it over his face to further muffle the animalistic howls that ripped from the hit man's throat. Red struggled, however he was in such excruciating pain it amounted to no more than writhing around on the bed.

A lot of good fighting me would do anyway, Fournier thought. He's dead now, no matter what.

The evil Frenchman watched as blood began oozing through Red's hospital gown in large torrents. The man's struggles lessened as he bled out and his screams of agony quieted down to mere whimpers, till finally he stilled completely.

Fournier eased away from him and listened at the door for voices out in the hallway. At hearing nothing, he quietly opened the door and peeked out.

All clear.

Pleased with how easy this was going, Fournier darted down the hall and entered the stairwell again. He ran all the way back down to his level in the parking garage and located his vehicle.

Minutes later, he was driving inconspicuously out of the garage and onto the city streets.

}i{}i{}i{}i{

Jeff slowly awoke to the sound of Garth Brooks' Friends In Low Places, and had trouble gaining his senses. It finally occurred to him he was hearing his cell phone's ringtone.

Ugh, he groaned inwardly, you ought to know I finally start getting some decent sleep, and then the phone rings.

"Babe, you want me to get that," Nina asked groggily, turning over to face him.

"No, darlin'. That's okay. I've got it." He reached over to his night table and grabbed the phone, pressing the 'Talk' button. "Hello?"

"Mr. Jarrett?"

"Yes?"

"This is Detective Smith. I'm sorry to wake you so early, but I have some information you need to hear."

"What is it?" Jeff, now wide awake, sat up on the edge of the bed.

"I'm afraid Red Miller has been murdered."

Jeff could not speak at first.

"Mr. Jarrett?"

"He's d-dead?"

Jeff felt Nina sit straight up beside him in the bed. He motioned that he would explain when he got off the phone.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. We're positive it was Fournier, but…"

"'But', what?"

"There's no evidence. Not yet anyway. No fingerprints, no murder weapon, nothing."

"How was Red killed," Jeff asked.

There was a brief silence.

"Detective?"

"We're not exactly sure. An autopsy will have to be performed. All I know is…Red Miller's no longer recognizable as a human being. We got called to the crime scene, and all that's left of him is a pile of flesh, some unrecognizable organs, bones, and a tremendous amount of blood."

"Dear God."

"Yeah."

"What should I tell Ella?"

"Honestly…I don't think you should tell her at all. This isn't something she needs to think about right now. She needs to concentrate on getting well and getting her life back. This could send her right over the edge.

Jeff nodded, "Okay. Uh…Is there something I should…I mean, should I take the family away from here?"

"Well, I can't tell you to go or not go. But I would like to know where you go and how to reach you, if you do leave.

"Well, Joe and Ella are getting married on Valentine's Day. He's going to take her away to—"

"Don't tell me any locations over the phone," Detective Smith cut him off. "And don't tell me where Joe and Ella are going at all."

"Right," Jeff caught himself. "Anyway, just use our cell numbers if you need to reach us." His actual plan was to send Nina and the girls away, but he wasn't going to reveal that over the phone either. He made a mental note to go to the police station and explain the actual situation.

"Okay," Smith said. "I'll let you go now. I'll be in touch."

"Thank you for calling," Jeff replied and hung up. Then he turned to Nina. "Red Miller was killed. I've got to tell Joe. Keep this quiet around Ella, okay?"

Nina nodded, horrified at the newest turn of events as her husband stood from the bed and went to get Joe.

}i{}i{}i{}i{

Ella rode next to Joe in silence as Jeff drove them to the courthouse to obtain their marriage license. She could sense something was wrong. Jeff and Joe seemed very tense, and quiet as well. She'd asked several times if anything was wrong, but Joe simply kissed her and said everything was fine.

She had no choice but to accept his answer, because clearly, Joe and Jeff weren't talking.

Time seemed to fly as they parked in the parking garage, and headed into the building. Within twenty minutes, Ella, and Joe presented their identification, and then Ella signed her portion of the application. She passed the pen over to Joe with a delighted smile on her face.

Joe couldn't help but smile back as he took the pen. He could not let the recent developments regarding Fournier destroy the happiness he and Ella shared. He had to focus on her. He knew their wedding was only a magistrate's ceremony, but he wanted everything else to be perfect. He planned one day to give her a real wedding to make up for their lack of one then. But for now, he had to push aside his worries and focus on making her happy.

Joe was signing his signature when Ella lifted her gaze to the small television playing in the corner of the office. It was on the news and she saw a flash of Fournier's picture along with Red Miller's.

"Mark "Red" Miller was murdered in his hospital room early this morning, shortly after midnight. The cause of death is undetermined at this time, however, the county coroner suspects that a type of acid was put through Miller's IV, due to the condition of his body. Jacques Fournier, the man wanted for the attempted kidnapping of Ella Roberts, is the prime suspect since Miller would testify against Fournier upon his capture and trial."

At Ella's sharp gasp of horror, Jeff and Joe glanced up at the television. With all their attention on the application, they'd not realized the news was on. They instantly realized she had just found out exactly what they'd attempted to hide from her.

"Oh, God… We've got to get her out of here," Jeff uttered. "The media… If she was spotted coming in here…"

"News travels too fast," Joe said softly, hating that Ella had heard about Miller in such a way.

"Oh, my God! You two knew about this," she accused. "When were you going to tell me?"

"Honey, I'm sorry, but probably never," Jeff answered honestly. "You've got enough on your mind right now." He didn't give her a chance to reply, and turned to the clerk. "Are they done here?"

The clerk nodded, "Yes, sir. There is a waiting period of three days, but they will be able to get married after that."

"Thank you."

He and Joe then guided Ella toward the elevator, momentarily ignoring her glares. There would be plenty of time to deal with her wrath.

I just hope she still wants to marry me after all this, Joe thought worriedly.

[universal-kitty]

I'm going through... Girl issues... So I was wondering how you'd imagine your F/O's would react if they found you upset over your time of the month?

   Y’know, this actually lets me to bring up a fun fact I’ve never really gotten to use before.... The fact that sometimes, I have a headcanon about everything. From what they do/use while showering, what modern clothes a certain older-time-period F/O would wear, and so on... Just little details I think up while going about my own day.

   So! While I haven’t thought of this one actively, it’s definitely something that’s cropped up for me. When things hurt, the only thing you can do is think up an F/O to comfort you, right??

   So! For those who I have icons for, we’re gonna get right into how they start comforting when things get to be too much. Sorted into “knows what they’re doing” down to “has no idea, but is trying their best...”

Abe Sapien: He has no idea what’s going on, at first. This is something he has to study, so the first time it happens, he’s a bit behind on the program.

Come the next time, Abe not only completely knows what to do, but even starts to soothe pain better than what most human doctors could provide.

Hard to figure out how he does it, but honestly, who’s complaining?? He’s a savior to those who deal with cramps and his way with words make it easy to just listen to him and not focus on how gross nature can be.

Kurama: You want a sweet boyfriend who’s going to fuss over you until you feel better?? Look no further than the sweetest redhead, Kurama.

When he was forced to get along with humanity by being reborn, Kurama ended up getting attached to his human mother. So that meant learning about ways in which he could help, especially as she gets older. This meant learning even more than he thought would be necessary, but that’s fine. Bound to be useful someday, right?

Sooner than he thought.

But it’s worth it, in it’s own way. He finds it really fulfilling to help his “mate” with such a problem.

Also likes to pride himself on getting used to it and knowing sometimes before even the other does that, oop, you need this now, right? Here you go~

Mordin Solus: He prides himself a scientist, so when the topic of cramps and bleeding comes up, Mordin immediately wants to learn all about it.

I rank him as “helpful”, but sometimes that’s a bit questionable, to be honest. He’s mostly there for research. He will help with the pain, though. Can’t have that!

“But pain is fascinating. Judging by flow, must be to stimulate it. Get it all out. Remarkable.”

He’s a little gross like that, but still lovable. Besides, he likely ends up learning a lot from that, thus making your own period-experience go a lot better.

Thane Krios: Thane’s been around long enough to know that humans bleeding are a thing. Especially in undesirable places in females. Isn’t that life, though? He usually didn’t pay much attention to it.

But now he’s picking up that past slack, recalling things he’s heard and learning things as he goes to help.

It honestly upsets him a little when his Siha is in pain, but feels better knowing that later, she’ll feel better... This wave of pain just needs to pass.

He’s the most understanding of the ones who “don’t get it, but do their best”, honestly. Thane understands that it’s a messy thing and if things get bloody in the process, it’s alright. It’s natural and he’ll help out however he can.

Toshinori Yagi: He’s bleeding, they’re bleeding... It’s a mess. Everyone in this apartment is bleeding in one way or the other. (But his isn’t supposed to be happening naturally, so... She’s the one better off, hah!)

It’s a little...embarrassing, but he’s happy to help. Especially since most people will now call him out for having a girlfriend and that’s just.... Such a nice thing to be constantly reminded of. He’s got a girlfriend. He’s helping his girlfriend by doing this. Nice.

He fusses a lot for the first one, but by the time a year is out, he’s got everything down pat. Remind him of how much better he’s gotten. Watch him be proud of himself. It’s CUTE.

Godot: Speaking of sweet guys doing their best, here’s a Godot. Not as sweet as the others, maybe, but his bittersweetness is still great to have around. (Okay, I’ll try to chill with those lowkey coffee refs.)

...Actually, there’s not much to say on him. He is a really good boyfriend in that he goes out and buys what his girl needs, no problem. Doesn’t bat a lash at it, aside from asking about what brands she prefers. Oh, and does she want snacks? Probably should get a few of those two.

Most of the comfort snacks will probably involve coffee...and by “probably” I mean most certainly. Coffee is love, coffee is life.

Link: He has no idea what he’s doing, but is he going to do his best?? You betcha!!

(Gonna have to write this one in some kinda...modern AU. Cause do Hylians even bleed? What do they do, then, when it happens?? These are questions unanswered.)

It’s pretty frustrating for him at first; he has no idea what he’s doing and his girlfriend is in pain. If there’s anything this reincarnated hero doesn’t like, it’s people in pain that he can’t help.

It’s why he has to learn from example and then slowly gets the idea of how to make it all work. From working with cravings to what brand and type they like best.

It’s no Ganon, but seeing her smile makes him happy, sO--

Tom: He’s a mild bit surprised when he realizes ‘oh shit, my gf is bleeding and that’s natural’... Cause for some reason, it strikes me that Tom would likely not know a lot about this kinda thing.

He does his best and that’s what counts, though.

Also tries playing his bass sometimes. Anything that might distract from the pain of cramps.

This is coming from the possessed guy, but humans are fucking weird.

Tord: He initially tries to play it off like he doesn’t care...but he does. He goes through multiple stages of emotions before deciding that it must suck to bleed like that....but that’s so cool!!! So hardcore!!!!! Bleeding and pain, hell yeah!! How do you make periods into a Red Army motto?

It’s mostly Paul and Patrick who tend to his S/O more than he does, but... Mm, Red Leader business is happening. He’ll be back whenever he feels like it.

...It’s sooner than you think.

He’s so awkward, but he tries. Mostly cuddles by the way of him flopping on top first, and then rolling over when complaints are being muttered into his hoodie.

He actually surrenders it sometimes??? A real treat, coming from him. And it’s always the one he’s been wearing up until that point, so.... Perfect.

Captor Family: I’m gonna use Psii as a placeholder, cause... Honestly, the fam as a whole would more or less treat their S/O the same way, SO..... Yeah.

They’re all confused. Human girls bleed?? Why??? Trolls don’t. Why would humans? What... What?? Makes no sense. Something must’ve gotten lost in translation.

Sollux acts like he doesn’t care (much like Tord), but also will still shove things onto them that they don’t know how HE knows.... Either he snoops or he’s been spying again. ...Letting him off the hook this time...

Mituna does his best. It’s mostly getting things for you, while collabing on snacks, and then he contributes by trying to make you laugh and feel better. It’s...nice. He’s a sweetie~

Psiioniic is the biggest adult of the trio, in the sense that he does what needs to be done and without any of Sollux’s tsuntsun attitude. Is it still a little embarrassing for him? Yes. Does he do it anyways? Of course! Also, being cradled in psionics is a 10/10 experience. Super comforting and also a little tingly.

Sidon: One of the most baffled of this group, Sidon is also the most concerned when his beloved admits to bleeding from time to time. That does not sound good! Do they need a medic...?

Being natural is even harder for him to accept, but he does... Still worries him, though. (He later files it under “More Reasons Why My Beloved is Amazing” and starts using it as another excuse to sing praises, but.... Who’s complaining to that....?)

He does what he can to make things more comfortable. If it’s in his power to do (and usually, it is), then he’ll do it!! (Or ask Link for help, if it’s something harder for him to do alone. Surely the Gerudo could help more??)

Pain will lessen with Zorae doctors on the case and you’ll never feel too bad when Sidon reminds you of how amazing you are.

....Someone please get me a real-life Sidon, I need a do-gooder fish guy in my life--

And to represent the vampires of DiaLovers as a whole... Kanato icon. Cause honestly, if you ever wanted to watch a group of guys usually end up enept because of a monthly thing, welcome to the Sakamaki/Mukami/Tsukinami households.

Kanato is often the worst of them. The scent of blood makes him want to drink, but that kind is bad...and for the moment, he does recognize that he can’t have his fill because of the current situation. It makes him mad and fussy.

He only finds his peace when sitting in the gardens. Keeping them just far enough that he see, but not smell, and singing to himself softly. That’s much better for him.

Kou Mukami also gets pouty, but handles it a lot better. He also actually knows how to help with such issues, which is a relief.

Azusa Mukami is...less talented than Kou, but that’s often why he’ll go to the other for help and advice. He sorta thinks bleeding like that is neat, but... Mm. Also not entirely interested. It’s a confusing thing for him, really.

Carla Tsukinami is the worst of the group... Second only to Kanato, maybe. Gets huffy with the scent of blood in the air, prone to angry fits, and doesn’t know how to help. So it’s bad for awhile. Gotta point him in the right direction and then he’ll start cooling off...

Yeah, that’s the trick, here. Once he feels helpful, then he relaxes. Like.... Jinkies, Carla, calm down. It’s not the end of the world, yanno.

[seenashwrite]

Hey! I was wondering if you could help me out a bit? I'm about to post a one shot, as I was wondering what I put st the top other then how many words and such? I'm just beginning to actually post stories and I want to get things right haha. Sorry if I'm disturbing you or anything!

Oh lovely @spookyphsyco - you have come to the right type-A advice-giver. And you have graciously made this about me, so that I don’t have to. [wink]

Legit apologias if any of what’s below the cut seems patronizing. I’ve tried to inject snark to make it an easier read. I also say sh*t, possibly other blah-blah of a potty-mouthed nature. 

Short version:

Status: Word Count: Category: Rating: Character(s): Pairing(s):Warnings: Author’s Note(s):Overall Summary:

Essentially I put what I like to see, with ever-so-slight, atypical tweaks. Long version/breakdown is after the jump. The ones with stars I think should be exactly where I put them, with the others shuffled however you’d prefer.

* Status:

Complete 

Part ___ of ____

for multi-parts (a.k.a., a mini-series) 

IMO, the ones around 2 or 3 parts; for me, it’s treading on “series” territory after 3

I just stick a ____ after “of” til I’m sure about how many parts

In-Progress 

could stick this after “part __ of ___” thought I find that redundant - this is definitely to be used for series, and which part you’re on should’ve already been noted above, a la “Title: Part __”  

* Word Count:  

I just round up the decimal point if it’s close to/over halfway to the next number, so…. 3,422 could be ”3.4K” or “3.5K”, whatever you like

If you put 3,422 it scares the shit out of people, even though that’ll maybe take 15 minutes to read. Maybe.

* Category: 

A.K.A. - what’s the genre?

The top ones you’ll see are “angst”, “fluff”, “smut”, “crack”, “real person fic/RP/RPF” - confusingly, I also see RPF = “role play fic - advise just type out “real person” and “role play”

I also see “series”, which, whatever - I’d prefer knowing that right off the bat at a glance, hence “status”, that’s up to your pref  

I mostly see Category kick off with either that, or something indicating what’s to come in terms of the life expectancy of your story line, followed with the above genres

Others by life expectancy would/could include:

drabble

imagine

request/”ask”

head canon

Side note: “cannon” = big boom, artillery-style; “canon” is short for canonical, a.k.a. - the official last word on fill-in-the-blank, so for us - the scripts/what we see on the show, Kripke, the writers, the actors, etc.

multi-part

one-shot

alternate universe/AU (which could branch into “AU: Historical”, “AU: Fantasy, “AU: Science Fiction”, etc.)

cross-over

Now, if it’s a cross-over that I want to be a surprise? I don’t mention the title of the movie/book/show If it doesn’t matter? Stick it in the Category (so “Crossover: Brooklyn 99″) plus it’ll also be made clear via the Character(s) category by listing them after the SPN peeps & before the O.C.

I personally don’t use those main five (see above, RE: anal-retentive stubborn mule) as they are too vague for my taste. 

When peeps pass my stuff along or in the rare instances they put me on a rec list, I couldn’t care less when they whip me under one of those or tag it as such, because that’s common parlance that I’m willfully eschewing. I sleep just fine on my fanfic pillow at night.

I use words like “behind-the-scenes canon-compliant”, “mystery”, “introspective”, “melancholia”, “friends-maybe-more”, “family”, “canon-compliant”, “friendship”, “adventure”, “humor”, “parody”, “spoof” - all [IMO] give a clearer idea without spoiling the plot

Special Nash Note regarding a specific pet peeve of mine that you can certainly take or leave, I won’t adore you any less:

Regarding Real Person Fic - the authors who disclaimer the tar out of these Wear. Me. Out. Just own it if you’re gonna do it, no caveats. I more-than-snark/borderline ranted about this here - surprisingly succinctly - should you want to see why

Take home: I find being really specific in your category helps keep your warnings/author’s notes blessedly tight & trimmed, more on that below. 

Rating: 

On this, I essentially use what I see around town, which is “Any”, “Teen & Up” and “18+” - or variations on this.

Nine outta ten, I’m going with “Teen & Up”, because I most always have dense, meaty plots or dry humor that require a fairly well-read person - I’m not being an asshole, it’s for their benefit. They’ll find it boring and/or too complex, it’s not their fault, they just haven’t had enough years on the planet to knock out a lot of books, y’know? 

Character(s): 

I list the not-mines first, and shut it down after maybe three or four, then cap it off with O.C. mention(s)

Sometimes I’ll do a parenthetical - like “Castiel (mentioned)” or “Crowley (briefly)” - because some people hate certain characters but love you or love the plot in general, so if they know someone they don’t like is only gonna be there vaguely, they’ll likely still give it a go

If there’s more - the minor not-yours or minor O.C.s - just put “various” at the end & and move on 

Also nice on multi-parters/series for you to only list the characters that appear in that specific post

I phrase the primary O.C.(s) like: “Female O.C./Reader/You”, something of that ilk.

Negates the need for “Reader Insert” in the categorization, because… well, it’s not how books are arranged online or in stores or in libraries. Perspectives [1st/2nd/3rd] are just that - perspectives - they aren’t genres.

Pairing(s): 

N/A if none, of course

This is one I am completely leaving up to you.

Having said that - dig through other folks’, see what tickles your fancy.

If you dig through mine - I think one I straight up said “Sam x Reader/Female O.C.” because it was an Ask, so the end result was pretty much out there, and on another I put something cheeky like “Endings are better when you don’t know what’s coming.”

And really, aren’t they?  Lookit, I figure if back on your Master Page/Master Post, you’re gonna end up categorizing them by “Angst” with sub-cats a la “Dean x Reader”, etc., may as well blow your wad from the get-go. 

Also remember this is coming from someone who keeps their O.C.s as vague as possible, so that anyone can imagine themselves in the character’s shoes. That’s for reader satisfaction. 

The selfish reason is because I want “Y/N” to die in a horrific fire where it is alive for >65% of the charring. It is so distracting. I’ve now digressed, tangent-style.

Warnings: 

Writing detailed canon? Or an AU that’s cribbing on canon? Whip a little “Spoilers up to Season _″ or what-have-you right out of the gate. 

Otherwise…. okay, biggest over-arching tip:

Things either ARE or they ARE NOT - refrain from going down a huge explanatory road here, a la “Could be considered this, but also could be looked at as that, and there’s sometimes….”

Oh. Sweet. Lord. Bring the chariots & take me now.

There’s a word for this, and it is “dubious”.  

So: “dubious non-consensual situation(s)”; “dubious incestual situation(s)”; etc. 

It’s the formal way of saying “YMMV”, a.k.a. “Your Mileage May Vary”.  I am likely not going to read into the threat of fill-in-the-blank if I’ve not experienced fill-in-the-blank. That’s why it is an “in the eye of the beholder” sort of jam - it’s open to interpretation….

…..but you gotta make sure it is - if Dean and Sam kiss each other with tongue, even once? That is incest. Not dubious. Nope. 

If there’s stuff possibly of concern that you’re not balls-out detailing, the tidy word for that is “allusion”. 

So: “allusion to past sexual trauma”; “allusion to past physical assault”; “allusion to sexual encounters”,etc.

On that last one: again, meaning off-handed comments about rolls-in-the-hay, not anything specific with vivid detailing.

Might want to tack “eventual” in front of these in certain circumstances - more on that in a sec. 

(PS: Writing tip? Shit in the past that made the characters who they are? Leave it there. Allude to it. Unless it is actually happening, no one caaaaaares - we only care about any ripple effects potentially impacting the current story.)

Language - again, things either ARE or they ARE NOT. 

I don’t care if it’s twice or every-other-piece-of-dialogue, or only in a couple of chapters - “mature language” or “coarse language”. Boom. You’re done. Covers cursing and dirty talk and the lot.

Sexy Times - yeah, it may say “smut” under your category/genre, but it doesn’t hurt to toss a clarification or two  

Some folks consider smut “he touched me here” and some folks don’t consider it smut til “he ran his tongue here”. 

I’d go with “graphic sex” or “explicit sex” if you have any wavering on the issue of what to put. But, again: it either is, or it isn’t - if it’s not allusion, then it’s graphic/explicit

Some folks tack on really, really, really specific facets here, where I think a parenthetical would do, and one that covers a gamut, so:

Graphic Sex (anal) this covers digital penetration & toys

Graphic Sex (multiple partners) this covers three-ways and four-ways and… and…. and….

Graphic Sex (kinks) this covers role-playing and toys and voyeurism and… and… and…

Side note: I have noticed that dog-in-heat genre - A/B/O, right? - is listed separately from kinks. Not my jam, so ya got me, I ain’t your gal to consult on this area

I’m not going on - you catch my drift. People who list every type of toy and kink baffle me. Cover the spread, move on, you can always put an asterisk and stick it below the “read more” to be as specific as you like. 

I say this because if a person’s not into “toys” in general? Why on earth would they read on after that warning above.  Also plays into my whole “stories are often better when you don’t know the end” stance. Because they are, dagnabbit. 

Some folks tack on “unprotected sex”, and fine, okay. Would suggest that if you want to add on some sort of advisement of “don’t do that”, “glove up”, “be safe” and what not, you whip an asterisk on there - “unprotected sex*” - and stick it in an Author’s Note post-story, more on those in a sec.

Violence - go with “graphic violence” and “mild-to-moderate violence”

The latter implies TV-level gore/horror, and the former implies movie/cable TV-level. 

If you want, you could quantify it that way - like “show-level violence” or “movie-level violence” (if doing Avengers or Star Trek or whatnot)

Side note: if you’re going for no-holds-barred, Ash Vs. Evil Dead-level action?  Go on & stick “horror” in your category/genre, methinks

Character Death / Major Character Death  

I have never understood this as a warning, seek advisement from someone else on this point. Legit.

That is a major plot point. Why in this world people would want to spoil themselves on major plot points is beyond me. 

Besides, can we stop treating readers like infants? You’ve given an age range/rating. You’ve said there’s violence. You’ve categorized it as angst (or “sorrow” or “mourning” or WHATEVER) and that paints the picture for me, an over-18 adult, one who has heeded the violence and sorrow alerts and has chosen to proceed. YMMV. Nash don’t get it. I’ve gone all tangent-y again. 

Warnings, Part Two - Stories With Two Or More Parts:

So let’s say there’s a kidnap-and-ransom that involves the villain making a threat of raping the captive. But it happens in Chapter Five. 

That “allusion to non-consensual situation” is, of course, told to the reader up front, and here’s the times when you may wanna tack “eventual” on it. 

Then have an “Additional Warnings” or “Chapter Warnings” section on just this chapter post. They chose to read the thing after seeing that broad warning, I know, but it’s still nice to warn them so they aren’t reading it on lunch break at the office or something.

Side note: when doing multi-parters/series, just copy/paste all this stuff on top of each post, then tuck this “extra” note below the overall warning items

Author’s Note(s):   

N/A 

Use this liberally. There should not be a ton to say after you’ve done all that’s above.

The exception here - as in, a “regular appearance” kind of Author’s Note since it doesn’t really fit anywhere else, is an acknowledgment of any editor(s) who may have assisted.

Another to file under “common parlance” - they are called “Beta(s)”/”Beta Reader(s)” around here, even though technically a beta would be someone who’d be your first reader of the final product, post-edit, and pre-publish. [shrugs]

Advise you not wax poetic on their awesomeness - takes up too much space - do your gushing privately, no one cares about your excited feels for that person [sorry-not-sorry] 

Plus it’s kind’ve bizarre - for me, at least - to see effusive praise heaped upon an editor should I read on and find myriad mistakes I’d naturally assume they missed, which brings me to an example of another unneeded note….

…the one post-beta acknowledgment that goes “…so any mistakes below are all mine”.  ????  What, so you had ‘em do all that for you, followed by ignoring the errors they pointed out? Error’s an error. I suspect they mean not altering verbiage or flow or a suggestion of that ilk, but still. Just acknowledge them by their “@” and move on. I digressed.

Regarding challenges - and this is a “Nash Thing” - I advise you don’t put the challenge info here, above the story. 

All it does it lengthen your top note and keep people from the story once they’ve decided to read. I actually went back & re-formatted for this on a lot of my stuff because it made the top part way too long. 

I suggest you put “Author’s Note(s):Post-Story” and lay it out there - the challenge name, whose challenge it is and the prompt. Why?

If you tell readers the prompt - and another “Nash Thing” is that I don’t bold mine - they will subconsciously be on the lookout for it, which takes away the point of the challenge - to seamlessly integrate a random thing

Other “post-story” can be any inspiration you may’ve used - like songs or the details on a cross-over piece. 

For cross-overs, this is a nice place to do a little “Various characters/settings used, verbiage style and minor plot points inspired by Joss Whedon’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer”. 

Plus, you can put links to vid clips or pics of the cast or links to the song or c&p lyrics of the song - whatever. Point is, it doesn’t take up story space so readers can pass it by if they so choose

* Overall Summary: 

My preference is that this is the last thing I see before I start the story, because I’ve seen all the details above, I’m almost sold, and this is what’s going to get me to scroll. Well, initially. First-scroll page-closers are another topic. 

“idk, i’m not good at these/i suck at these/omg these are so hard/i can’t really say”   –  No, no, no, you said plenty. You just told me you write garbage & that I shouldn’t waste my time.

Sometimes these will be a handful of sentences, and I’ve found that when I’m being cheeky on a parody/humorous story, that’s when they tend to be longer - mainly because I’m really trying to drive home that this is not merely “fluff” or “crack”. It’s what I said it was in “Category” - it’s “humor” and/or “parody”. 

Normally: one-to-two short-ish sentences or three quick sentences. 

No really. 

No, really. I don’t care how long the story is. 

Now, the novel-length ones? Maaaaybe a quickie paragraph of, say,4-to-5 brief - BRIEF - sentences for the umbrella. Then - like we were talking about with the chapter specific warnings? - you can delete the “overall” summary or tack on underneath a sentence about the chapter below IF something pertinent should be noted/you’d want to know it if you were the reader.

Am I an asshole if I put examples of mine? Eh. Here you go, and I stuck an example of an atypical A/N below, as well as what my longest looks like. The Mobile Master has pretty much the same descriptors as the story post itself, but none of the rest of this stuff - if the summation grabs ‘em, then they’ll click through for more of the scoop.

A Delicate Desiccation - they’re told about melancholy, but my stories had been out for awhile, so I *did* pop an atypical A/N (because it wasn’t really a warning, per se) on there to tell the regulars that this was a darker piece than they’d be used to; if I told more than I did in that summary - and shit, I give a big ass breadcrumb via the title card, not to mention the wording of the summary - it would wreck the ending.

Top of the World - novel-length, and readers get blips of a summary for each chapter (at least, on AO3, as FFnet doesn’t allow for it). The chapters average 10K. I did not come to play. It’s structured to read like you’re watching a season of behind-the-scenes-canon SPN, I’ve been clear I’m doing it in tandem with the active season(s), so I’m not gonna warn them “SPOILERS!” every chapter. I’m tired. I’m old. My fingers hurt, Spooks. My keyboard’s angry with me.  

Hope this helps! Or at least didn’t give you a headache. You’re ahead of the game already, just by asking the question. I think you rock. And I’m always right about knowing these sorts of things about people.

So sayeth the Nash, so say we all. 

[warnerbro]

can't keep my hands to myself.

Boo: [So Boo's walking. FINALLY. He feels like he can run. He can, but he's supposed to take it easy. RigHT. He's out and about. Buying groceries. Cleaning his parent's house, working on the plants outside. I guess it's summer? Cilla's apparently has been around, and I'm sure they've agreed to hang out, which is what they are doing??? She walks up. There is a grin. Because it never fades okay. And somehow they've never touched upon that last conversation at lunch right? right. But I'm sure like Celine Dion it all came back, and yeah, Boo's totally remember why, how and exactly when he fell in love Cilla all over again. And it's painful, because he knows he should stay away but fight him, he won't. So she's walked up, Boo gives her a ~Hey, and crossed his arms over his chest.]

Cilla: [Cilla's walking a veRY thin line right now, heading over to Boo's parents' place again and again, especially with her fiance not knowing that that's what she's doing, but now that it was the position she'd put herself in, she couldn't imagine wanting to change it. It wasn't like she was doing anything wrong. They were just friends again, that was all. Donnie would freak out over just that, but that didn't make it wrong. Just friends. No big deal, right? None. So, she comes up to the house, and sees Boo, that big grin on his face as usual nowadays, and she gives a soft smile back.] ~Hey back.

Boo: So, i'm gonna need you to change your shoes. [he looks down at her feet.] No holes in my grass. Fresh new, nice grass. [There's a sigh and an ulterior motive. An idea in mind-- because member that one lake? they gOIN.]

Cilla: [She looked down in confusion, then right back up to Boo.] You say that like I bought an extra pair of shoes with me. [GOD THE LAKE I DIE.]

Boo: Well I'll just have to carry you then. [because when isn't he carrying Cilla at this point?]

Cilla: [And, as I'm sure it has multiple times in these past few months, her face heats up.] You're supposed to ~take it easy~, Boo.

Boo: [he shakes that big head of his,] Nope. Don't believe in that. Plus, I'm sure I could run a mile right now. But I did have some plans in mind. [ ... for us.......... to hang out.... only.... no other ideas... i swear. ]

Cilla: [She doesn't care, she still feels concern. Like, geez, dude. R E S T.] Plans, huh~? [There is a /hint/ of innuendo in her voice, but honestly, she doesn't mean for it to be that way.] Alright, then. Just don't hurt yourself.

Boo: [So he makes her cover her eyes the whole way fyi, though I'm sure she's been here reCENTLY WITH DONNIE IRPRIp, and I don't know how they get there. maybe cil just walks like a normal person, maybe boo carries her, maybe they take a car because i'm sure it's not actually walking distance but either way Cilla has a blindfold okay. And they arrive because fastFORWARD. ]

Cilla: [Her eyes are still covered I'm presuming, and she's getting this air of deja vu, because this has totally happened before, and she's being lead by Boo, I suppose. She has an idea of what this might be, because, okay, Boo. I see you. But not really, I'm blindfolded.] Can I take this off now?

Boo: HOld, on. Just a minute, Cil. [ so he hurrieS AND CIRCLES THE CAR, OPENS HER DOOR.] now. [REMOVES THE BLINDFOLD. AND LET'S SAY THERE IS A NICE SUNSET LAKE In FRONT OF HER GDI.]

Cilla: [The blindfold drops, and YUP, it's the lake. Good deja vu instincts. She gets this REALLy big smile on her face, because, no, she probably hasn't been here in awhile. Take that. Then she turns her smile from the pretty sunset, back to Boo.] You dweeb.

Boo: [car door slam.] Says the one who was just wearing a blindfold...............................

Cilla: [And she's just gonna INFORM HIM of the fact that it's been awhile.] I haven't been here in ages.

Boo: [So i'm gonna say they are walking towards now? he picks at some plants along the way sure.] Before I moved back home, I would have said the same thing. [ NEW YEARS EVE ] I had forgotten how great it is. How pretty the sky gets, when you're gone for so long you just lose a certain appreciation for some things [THINGS AND YA MAYBE HE MEAN SPEOPLE. OR ONE SPECIFIC ONE WHO IS RIGHT NEXT TO HIM MHM.]

Cilla: Yeah, it's gorgeous. [And she's nodding in agreement with him, and though Parrish sees that double meaning, Cilla does not.] It's like practically nothing's changed. Like, all this time, and it all feels-- looks the same.

Boo: [did i mention he's carrying a blanket, because he is. and they are gonna sit. okay. well he does at least. he leaves room for her. let's watch the sunset k. he nods at her words, though, I'm sure he disagrees to much of an extent. Things are completely changed. And somewhere along all of that time spent away from Cilla and the lake, it's almost too much of a memory that once was. It's something he definitely wants back, but he doesn't press.] It feels the same... [he agREES to tHA TFINE.]

Cilla: [Yup. And that's really all she meant. That it feels the same, but she backtracked on herself yikes. So, she takes a seat on the blanket, almost wearily, because, sitting on a blanket at sunset together? Yikes again. There she is, looking at the pretty sunset, contemplating what the hap is fuckening. She's gonna contemplate and enjoy the view. Sorry bro.]

Boo: [fine we can do silence. we can do painful silence. Because Boo can just sit on with her while contemplating ALL of his horrible life choices especially where they all started... which was ThanKSGIVING A LONG TIME AGO.]

Cilla: [Cilla is now growing tense under thIS WEIGHTY SILENCE, because silences... never good, man. Sometimes worse than screaming. Yup. She shifts a little uncomfortably, throwing a side-glance at Boo who doesn't really seem all that fazed by the fact that they are /just sitting there/. 12 years ago this would have been no problem; normal even. Now it spoke volumes more-- because was he in the middle of thinking too hard too? Geez. More silence growing on.]

Boo: [he feels said side glance, k, he chooses to ignore it for awhile, as his eyes are pressed on the sunset in front of him, but he's having his quiet time. Contemplation runs wild, because yes, he is thinking way too hard, as I'm sure he has been since he tore his god damned acl, and so finally addressing Cilla's side glace he speaks.] What..? [there's a half smile half laughter because stop being weird]

Cilla: [She's torn away from her hap fuckenings because of Boo's voice, and so she turns to him, shifting yet again so she's angled towards him fully.] I'm just-- thinking. I don't know.

Boo: Oh. [he sighs a little too contently because nothign can ruin this moment for him. okay. he's happy. watching the sunset with his old best friend.] Penny for your thoughts?

Cilla: [She sighs, not so contently, because she's SO LIKE, WTF TO EVERYTHING, AND SHE CAN'T GET OVER IT.] I... don't know, Boo. I don't know. I'm thinking about too much. I don't know.

Boo: So... stop thinking? [ya because life's so easy when you're boo warner.]

Cilla: [Nothing but a straight up look of 'are you joking'?]

Boo: [he laughs.] Fine. [retract because bad advise.] What are you thinking about?

Cilla: [She pauses. What exactly does she want to divulge about her thoughts? Geez.] I don't know. This. Right now. Everything. I don't know.

Boo: [it doesn't occur to him, any one of her thoughts. They do not occur to him, because all this time it was one sided. His resurfacing memories-- it was just his guilt, his regret all coming back.] I... [hopefully it was.] I feel it too. [ he picks at some grass at the edge of the blanket I'ms ure.]

Cilla: ... What do you feel? [that's what you get. just that.]

Boo: Just... Memories. [there's a shrug.] That's it. [downcast look. he goes quiet because that's what you get.]

Cilla: [She sighs, because she thought maybe she was getting somewhere as far as him explaining why she was suddenly someone he wanted to see after all of this time, but, of course. No dice. So, maybe she needed to be more straightforward?] Boo... It's not like it was. That's-- clear. What-- What changed? [she didn't even look at him asking this question. I'm sure the sun's down by this point. I guess, so like, harder to see facial expressions now.]

Boo: ["What's changed?"] Ha. [There's a chuckle, a silent one, and maybe only air comes out of his mouth, as that question completely baffles him.] I think that's the thing. [he stares off into the sunset, as I'm sure they are avoiding eye contact.] Nothing ever changed for me, Cilla.

Cilla: [She shakes her head at that, too quickly. Way too quickly, like she's trying to press the escape button on the metaphorical computer of life, yes.] No, don't... Don't say that. You--... [she paused, taking in a breath. and suddenly she became much more serious. more allie on a dock in the rain kind of serious.] Then why? Why didn't you try to fight for me? Why didn't you say something-- other than-- other than how much you couldn't stand me. I know I didn't make it easy, but--... but that didn't change anything for me either! [we are the epitome of allie rn.]

Boo: You didn't make it easy??? You didn't make it easy? Ha. You made it really god damn hard, Cilla! [gives her an ARE YOU SERIOUS look because?!?] You'd made up your mind about me based off of one stupid mistake. [hands in his hair old boo warner is coming because omg he's gonna puLL HIS HAIR OUT ALL OVER AGAIn.]

Cilla: You don't have to remind me of the things I did. I remember. And I know all the things I said, and I know all the things I did, Boo, but... Just because I said one thing, it didn't mean that it was over for me. And it wasn't. It wasn't over for me! And I waited for you for /so long/. But now it's-- [she glances down at her engagement ring and then back to Boo.] it's too late. [she shrugs, probably holding back patented Cilla tears.]

Boo: Well guess what, Princess, it wasn't over for me, either. [deADPAn.] If that wasn't completely obvious. No matter what you did, no matter how much I tried to... No matter which Rocket got in the way...[ his weight on his now shakey palms bcs hearing this is, let's be completely honest, is music to Boo's ears. Not her tears-- though, he sure was used to them by now, but GDI, that was all he needed to hear for what was to come next.] It's not too late. [ shaking his HEAD BCS NOPE, and just to show her that is completely undeniably not over, he's gonna grab that stupid pretty face of hers and kiss those god damn lips.]

Cilla: [The back of Cilla's mind was screaming, but there was an even louder screaming coming from the front of her mind, blocking the things in the back that were saying 'stop while you're ahead'. Because, honestly, all she'd wanted to hear all these years were those words coming from him. She was ready to respond, but before she could realize what was going on, Boo was kissing her. And as much as she wanted to tell herself that she should stop, she couldn't. She just pressed further into him, because it'd been 12 years too long, man.]

Boo: [HERE WE GO AGAIN. With his hands in Cilla's hair there is some much kissing going on. and on a blanket, in front of the lake and the sun is going down. She's pressed all to close, and his heart is beating so hard and loud in his chest, that the only way to silence it, was too pull her closer. Yes, he'd die happy, there, and then, rolling around on a blanket and kissing the love of his life RIP.]

Cilla: [THERE IS BLANKET ROLLING AND SO MANY KISSING, and yes, all thoughts except for the ones about book warmer are all gone from her mind, just like that. She's weak, swooning even. But, nope. We can't continue this here. Because book warmer needs to do some lifting in this situation. SO. She pulls back, almost a mirror from Christmas, minus the snow. But that same ~look~ is there.] Take me back to your house.

Boo: [and as much as Boo wants to go on, as much as he wanted to continue everything good that was going on there on that goddamn blanket. He doesn't. All he needed was that one kiss to prove Cilla was right, and he got it, right? And maybe that oNE just so happened to turn into more than a kiss, and maybe she WAS looking at him with those big beautiful eyes, so just like normal old Cilla Dodgeson always had-- she left him breathless, weak, and completely under her spell. Huffing for air, and trying to still his heart, he nodded. So he stopped. He shook his head, he pulled away, and let out an inaudible groan and himself sure. He stared at her. His lips on a raging fire because they had been deprived of something so great, but rose to his feet, and held out his hand for her. like come on let's go find a kitchen table instead.]

Cilla: [So, without another word, she grabbed his hand and stood from the blanket. Logic, at this point, is all but turned off for Cilla, as it tended to do when it came to *coughcough* physicality with Boo Warner. So, she waited for him to lead the way, breathin all heavy, and all excited for the kitchen table. Yup.]

Boo: [So he leads her to the car, holding her hand all the way there. He stop to open the car door for her, but I'm just gonna say before letting her step in he gives her one more kiss. just becAUSE HE CAN. So the car ride I'm sure is going to be painfully silent, and so they arrive back home. Boo pulls into the drive way, and ya he's going to sit there and stare at her again. Keys out of the ignition. He sighs and plants them eyes on her, and gives her a look, like are we doing this.]

Cilla: [She doesn't ALLOW herself to turn her thinking back on, even while she's just sitting in the car. That would be far too dangerous. But, when the car stops, and Boo just looks at her, she reads that unspoken question, and with the biggest sigh, she says nothing, but she just grabs him by the shirt and pulls him towards her, pressing lips together, and holding that kiss for at least twelve long, hard seconds. Then she pulls back, raising an eyebrow like, 'dOES THAT ANSWER YOUR QUESTION']

Boo: [Boo Warner had never felt so in over his head in his life, that was until Cilla kissed him once more. Just as a car ride was easy to calm him, there were her lips to remind him of everything he had missed out on. And as cruel that reminder happened in a car of all places, the look in her eyes sealed his fate. So she pulled away, and he pulled on the car door handle, and he was out in a matter of seconds, because there was no more waiting. they weren't kids anymore, there wasn't time to waste. He had a lady to kiss, even more, so when he circled back around the car to meet her, he pressed his lips so hard against hers, that sure she was raised up, and sure he was definitely lifting her up and it wasn't BEFORE LONG UNTIL makING OUT against the car got old, so there they go ACROSS THE ThreSHOLD OF HTE WARMER RESIDENCE, and torn acl? NOPE, against, the car, against the front doorway, and YEP.]

Cilla: [Again, everything seemed to be calling back to when they were teenagers. The car, the way she felt, the way she was being lifted up into Boo's arms, the fear that something was going to interrupt them. Everything was the same. She was no longer in control. Every action was a reaction to Boo, and yup, she was against a doorway. Was she now trying to get clothes off? You guessed it. Difficult, given she's pressed against a door. But she's trying with all of her might to get some form of clothing off. Oooooooh boy.]

Boo: [Where were his clothes? Mostly gone, yep. Her's? Surely, some were being ripped off now? And where were they? It was hard to keep track from all the bumping into furniture, and into hallways and out of them. There weren't words to express 1. how passionately, 2. how carefully, and 3. how intensely that boy-- or rather full grown man was handling that lady. There were too many emotions boiling over and he'd be cruel to stiffle any of it from that woman, so he didn't. With every kiss, with every touch, with every breath, he made sure that she was aware of how exactly he was feeling, felt, and would always feel. As there were so many emotions for her in the past- he'd admired her, he loved her, he hated her, but in every moment of his life, he'd always just wanted her. He was thankful that there on that kitchen table she was giving herself to him, or rather-- just her clothing, sh, in returen and surely if she wanted to she could take his heart and lock it away in that old locket of hers, seal it shut, and toss away the key. Just like their first time, just like every other time they had spent together with their bodies entwined it would never be enough to fully express how much that wonderful human being meant to him. So he placed careful nibbles at the nape of her neck as the wooden table served as a pillow to his head, I GUESS>]

Cilla: [Her head was swimming. With what? Too many things, and all of them about how she was feeling in this moment. Emotionally, that is. (Though...) She couldn't keep track of where they were, where various pieces of clothing had fallen, when the last time she took a breath in was... She was lost; one hundred percent, completely lost. And, really, it all felt too much like a dream. (One that she'd had-- too many time over the past 12 years.) But it had to be real. It had to. Because while it felt like a dream, it also felt too /real/ to not be reality. The dreams never felt like this; never had this much pure emotion. Because, suddenly, she was sixteen again, and every touch Boo gave felt like the first one all over again, and it was like she was floating. Because, everything made her remember just /how much/ it had never been over, or would ever be over. It made her realize that this was an inevitability. So, when his lips moved to her neck, giving her a chance to speak, though completely breathless, here we go--] I want to make you-- forget you've ever /ever/-- been with anybody else. It's just me.

Boo: [She spoke, and her words sent tingles up his spine. TINGLES. HELP. BUT Little did she know that it was already just her. Or it would be, from now until he was old and dead. Nail in the coffin, as he nodded, because, Princess, go on, and make me forget, k. so in between breaths his lips found their way back to hers, and his hands surely pinned hers against that stupid dumb kitchen table-- until finally he scooped her back up in his arms and they were moving again, and headiNG toWARDS THE BEDROOM. with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, help bye. ican't]

Cilla: [Ups-a-daisy she goes, wrapped up around him again in a lovely quick trip to the bedroom, with lots of kisses along the way. Then she's on a bed, and now that she's not pinned down somewhere, she's going to take this opportunity to roll herself on top, and this is where the forgetting starts, because boy howdy, she's not a little sixteen year old anymore, damn it. She is a GROWN-ASS WOMAN, and she knows what she's doing. So, her hands are going to his hair, and her lips are going to his neck. And forget chaste pecks, son. That's not happening here. Nope. The goal here is to leave Cilla marks. M a n y Cilla marks. This is her territory. Deal with it.]

Boo: [So, sure, there they went, crashing down into the soft mattress, or rather-- there went Boo. He was joined,of course, and in her natural state, Cilla Dodgeson was driving Boo Warner completely insane. Mark after each and every mark, he grew restless, and it probably showed as his fingers were completely tangled in her hair. So he dealt with it. Yeah, because he had to, but it wasn't for long, as he was determined to rip the remaining clothes off of that woman. And once they were, he kissed her once more. It was a peck of a kiss, and he pulled away to catch his breath, but somewhere in between, his eyes landed on hers, and even more so, it all came flooding back. The memories. That feeling inside of him, that juvenille, young feeling of complete happiness-- the one feeling he'd lost so long ago, when he lost her. It came back. So he stared for as long as patience allowed, until he finally kissed her, tenderly as he pressed her closer to him and definitely rolling them over and definitely bye]