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making-you-in-spore · 1 year ago

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TRANS RIGHTS!! TERFS GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG!!!!!!!

we have a source of income again, but if you like my work, donations are always appreciated!

who are you?

i'm just a guy who likes spore [2008]

why do this?

i just really like spore and making creatures in spore. it helps me practice my creature creation abilities.

can you make my oc in spore?

as of right now i do not take requests. i generally find characters and creatures i want to make by them appearing on my dashboard. refer to the Request Beast.

what is in your icon?

captain thunderhide, my main spore space stage captain.

what is peeling?

peeling is when i remove all detail parts from a creature and show the bare sculpt underneath - anything that is not eyes, mouth, hands, feet, or limbs will be removed. it is a tradition around these parts

what are "original spores"?

original spores are spore creations that aren't based on existing media - ocs, copyrighted characters, or otherwise. usually, they're just making things to make them in spore, or are based on simple prompts such as "a plate of spaghetti" or "a penis".

do you use mods?

i exclusively play this game with mods.

can i download the creatures you make?

only if the original creator of the design is okay with it and requests a png. please note that in order to successfully download the creatures, you will need to download every mod used to create them.

i will not always be able to say what mods i use to make something, so it's a gamble if you don't have all of the ones i use.

how do i mod spore/do advanced creature creation like you?

darkedgetv's FAQ is a very good resource to begin. i started there, and it's where i recommend you to start if you're interested in spore modding. it also contains many other mods i have not listed under the cut.

as much as i disagree with the process of using a discord server to contain vital information and resources, the davoonline spore modding community discord is also a good source of resources and mods that even i do not use.

are there any other blogs like yours?

there's a few and ever growing! i refer to this as the ecosystem or the making-you ecosystem.

i have a masterpost of all known individuals in this ecosystem here.

what editor mods do you use?

a lot, so they'll be under the cut.

not mods, but highly recommended for enhanced playing experience

4GB patch - Tutorial - patches spore [and other 32bit programs] to be able to use 4gb of RAM. recommended if playing a highly modded copy, and makes the game more stable.

Reshade & ReSpore - post-processing injector & shader that alters the appearance of spore, giving it more detailed shading and vibrant colors. i use this for gameplay and screenshots. runs on GPU power, so excellent if you have a strong graphics card

HD graphics fix - this doesn't actually seem to work for my copy, but it alters the textures of base spore to be more high-quality.

mods that are absolute must-haves

these mods are ones that i use in almost every creation, and add a lot of QoL to the editors. if i forget a mod in a creature png i post, it will be one of these.

Dark injection - THE spore mod. it's likely a lot of other mods you'll download will mesh well with dark injection. you can turn off whatever you don't want to use through the installer.

Universal Property Enhancer - a library mod that many other mods require

The Smoother - a useful tool for building muscles and smoothing out your creatures' bodies

Enhanced Color Picker - a requirement for super detailed creations, enables hexcode color picking and color wheel selection beyond normal limits of spore

[UPE] Infinite Part Scaling - allows scaling of parts near-infinitely, beyond the limits of the original game

Project Skyncraft - adds new creature skinpaints

Unshackled - adds nodes and limbs for creating custom wings, heads, hands, etc. a little bit unstable, i mostly use this for wings.

Spore Stacker - allows stacking of any part

Subtle Rotations - reduces part rotation snapping

Advanced CE - adds building editor manipulators to the creature editor

Every Part Costs Nothing - self explanatory

Rotate Anything - lets you rotate anything, including feet and hands

Advanced Creature Paint - allows for individual coloring of parts on a creature, like in the building and vehicle editors

Ambient Occlusion Disabler - removes baked-on shadows for creatures

Delta Paints - adds new skinpaints

Valla's Skinpaint Switcheroo - adds duplicates of all vanilla, C&C, and GA creature coat and detail skinpaints into their opposite category

test drive related mods

these mods are not required to download the creatures i post, but are recommended for the test drive.

No More Creature Editor Animations - turns off the animations that play when you add eyes, mouth, feet/hands, etc

Sevan's TF2 editor animations - adds multiple animations from tf2 into the creature test drive.

Mx3's Dance Animations - adds a multitude of dance animations into the creature test drive.

Tenebris's Creature Test Drive Animations - adds many animations from within the game to the creature test drive.

EditorBG - adds extra editor backgrounds

Ramone Kemono's MMD Drag Ball - high-effort dance mod complete with special effects and a reverse engineered camera system

part mods

these mods add parts to the editors.

DroneParts 2017 - adds many mechanical and polygonal parts useful for machine creatures, i like to use it for building clothes and markings.

New Drone Parts - a sequel to droneparts 2017, compatible with the old version. install both at the same time if you want to be able to use creatures from the old droneparts mod.

Himeric Engine - adds horror-themed parts to the creature editor.

Spore Resurrection Next Steps - adds a few parts to the creature editor and several new textures to the building and vehicle editors.

Dinosaur Parts - adds parts based on dinosaurs and other animals. mostly heads.

Strange And Beautiful - a now-discontinued, reuploaded mod that adds unusual and unique parts to the creature editor

Bionicle parts - adds a few bionicle pieces to the creature editor

Little Box Of Horrors - adds many parts with an overall horror theme. some are animated.

Pandora's Toolbox [1.0] - adds a multitude of basic shapes and polygons to build with

Replicant - adds non-textured animating parts and non-animating parts in a separate tab. good for if you want to use hands, limbs, etc without them animating or adding stats

Armoured And Dangerous - adds a few high detail mechanical looking parts.

Delimbiter - increases the amount you can scale limb parts, and allows for more crazy movements of certain limb parts

Valla's Vanilla Style Parts - adds several parts which mimic the vanilla style

Wordsmith 2.1 - adds letters to the creature, building, and vehicle editors

Kaiju parts - adds several parts based on popular kaiju

Organic Help - adds many membrane pieces to the creature editor, for creating wing webbing among other things

Project: Mad Mannequins - adds many human body based parts. and a horse for some reason

A Mouth For All Seasons - adds alternate versions of all vanilla mouths [and all unused cell mouths] with alternate diets

Valla's Captain Badges - adds all space badge models into the captain outfitter and creature editor

Rock On! - adds rock props from spore into the building and creature editors

#not spore

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ghoulishhx · 20 days ago

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we (the voices in my head and I) need part 2 of please don’t go. So much angst omg!!

aaa all the love on pt1 has me so happyy, thank you!! i hope this satisfys the voices in your head until pt 3!!

part 1 - please don't go ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ part 3 - babygirl, i love you

My Masterlist!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Content: angst to the extreme, swearing, characters thoughts displayed with italics

Wordcount: 2k

Tags: @sydneybowbidney @tinyminxie (you two commented wanting part 2 so i thought you may want a tag too!)

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✦ acceptance

It had been two weeks since Frank left you alone in your apartment, ripping your heart out and tossing you to the side as if you were nothing.

It felt as if you were living in a nightmare, you kept pinching yourself trying to wake up, hoping its all your mind playing tricks on you. You hoped you would wake up in his arms as he embraced you, telling you it’s all okay because Frankie's here, kissing your forehead and rubbing the small of your back as the fear washed away.

But no, this is reality. Your new reality.

You swear you experienced all five stages of grief in the time without him,

Denial. There was no way he meant what he said, right? He had to feel something for me, had to care about me even in the slightest, the way he made love to me, the way he held me and peppered kisses on my face telling me how beautiful I am. You mean to say that meant nothing?

Bargaining. Maybe I should call him, try and talk to him, sort this out. Being left in the dark like this, alone not knowing if he was dead or alive is slowly killing me, one call won't hurt.. right?

Depression. The first week hit you like a tonne of bricks, you barely left your apartment, your bed even, taking days and days off of work continuously. His outburst and disappearance hit you like a tonne of bricks, rendering you helplessly and barely able to function.

Acceptance. Yeah fuck that right now, you're not ready for that. Let's skip to:

Anger.

And this is how you're feeling today. How could he do this, after you exposed yourself so intimately in more ways than one, he was the only person to see you fully naked. He held you while you cried and told you he would never leave your side. You fully understand that it may have been far too much to handle in the beginning, knowing about his trauma and how it still affects him. But this was so unlike him to push you so far away, you think now that your relationship seemed to now have been purely transactional. You patch him up for free, no questions asked and then he fucks you until you can't walk as payment.

Was he just fucking using me?

The thought made your stomach churn, anger bubbling and sickness rising. You begin pacing back and forth in your dark and empty bedroom, subduing the urge to pick something up and toss it across the room. That's when you hear it.

tap tap tap

You have GOT to be shitting me

Leaving the room and walking towards the source of the noise, you see him. Sat at the fire escape, the rain pours as it drenches him. You honestly want to just leave him out there, hoping the harsh weather conditions wash him away.

“Lemme in doll, it's fuckin’ freezin’ out here.. Please?”

You sigh as you stomp over to him, opening the lock on the window and turning away instantly as he climbs in. You leave the room, going into the kitchen to grab your first aid kid. Why else would he be here?

He fully steps inside now, removing his soaked boots so as to not mess up any of your rugs or carpet, taking his dripping coat off and hanging it on the nearby dining chair, you take in his form as he turns to face you.

Dark circles are formed under his eyes, his five ‘o’ clock shadow heavily visible under the grown out stubble. You can tell he hasn't been eating properly in the weeks past without you, his cheeks hollow. Your eyes meet his for a second before you look away, there was an unrecognisable emotion displayed in them, one you have never seen before.

He looks down at your hands, noticing the big red medical box. He can't help but chuckle at the gesture,

“ ‘M not here for that sweetheart, I just really needed to see ya.”

“Oh.. okay,” you mumble, surprised. You place the box on the table beside him. “Then why are you here, Frank? Made it pretty clear last time you didn't want to be around me.” you raise your eyebrow as you tilt your head, crossing your arms in front of you.

“That’s why I'm here, actually..” He looks down at his feet, moving one of his hands to the back of his head. “I just wanted to say ‘m sorry, should never have said what I said.”

“Oh, you're sorry?” you laugh, genuinely dumbfounded by his words. “Where was this two weeks ago Frank, you just allowed this much time to pass without a fucking word, I-I didn't even know if you were okay, you could've died on some other person's fucking rooftop and I would never have known.” rage consumes you, all of your pent up emotions you've been harbouring finally spilling out. “I emptied my heart out to you, and you just fucking left me.” you can't fight the tears that are forming over your eyes, your vision blurring.

“I know, I know baby I fucked up. I shouldn't have left it so long, I just.. didn't think you'd wanna see me, after the way I left..” he steps closer to you, reaching out his arms to you, you pull away, making him retreat his gesture as he looks down to the ground. You can tell he genuinely feels terrible, it's evident in his body language.

“You're damn fucking right. Leading me on like you did fucking hurt Frank, I thought we had something.. something good. But you made it pretty goddamn clear you don't want me. You said something along the lines of, you wish I left you to die so you didn't have to go through this.” you turn away, putting your hands over your eyes, not wanting him to see the tears that have bubbled over, the air in the room has suddenly thickened excruciatingly so. You struggle to breathe, your body finally catching up to itself after running on pure adrenaline during your entire interaction with him.

“C'mon.. tell me what I gotta do to make it up to you sweetheart. You want me to go?” he inches closer towards you tentatively, placing his large hand on your shoulder softly as to not startle you. “Just say the words baby and I’ll go, alright? Whatever ya need doll, I'll give ya anything you want.”

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FRANK'S POV

It's been two long fucking weeks. No matter what he does, he can't help but think of you.

He took on extra shifts in his day job, keeping himself busy so his mind does inevitably wonder to you, he would patrol Hell's Kitchen into the early hours of the morning whenever he finished work. He rarely went back to his shitty apartment anymore, the thought of being alone was too daunting. He knew if he allowed himself to think even for a second he would instantly rush back to you. But this is for the best, right? He truly believed he didn't deserve you, your kindness, your compassion, your beauty. He was beneath you, you could have anyone you wanted but you chose him? He felt like it was an insult to yourself, settling for such a broken shell of a man.

Everything reminds him of you, the moment he hears anyone speak your name in public he turns his head frantically, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

He'd find himself walking mindlessly through your neighbourhood late at night, stopping at your house and just staring at it for a while. Watching as your shadow moves through the apartment as you switch your lights off ready for bed.

God how he craved being in that same bed with you, holding you, feeling your soft skin with his calloused. The warmth of your body soothed him, knowing you were safe all tucked up in his arms. But that's over now, he made his decision.

He couldn't help the words that flowed out of his mouth that night, the hurtful things he stated cutting you apart right before his very eyes. Just because he was too much of a pussy to come to terms with his feelings for you, too self absorbed to think about anyone else for a goddamn change.

He couldn't stop himself from coming to your apartment tonight, his feet moving in your direction subconsciously. Only did he return to his body when he felt his knuckles against the cool glass of your window. He looked in, the soft ember glow of your candles, a sickly reminder of what he's been missing these past two weeks. The warmth of the room being a bitter reminder of the cold words he spat at you the last time he was here. That's when he saw you emerge from your bedroom.

She looks tired, fuck has she been sleeping at all? Her clothes are hanging off of her, probably hasn't eaten much either. His eyes travelled all over your dishevelled form, feeling his chest tightens into a knot knowing he was the cause. The apartment is a fucking mess, she's never usually like this. Always scrubbing every fuckin’ surface everyday. It took every bit of self restraint to not rush to your side, lifting you up into his arms, cradling you into his chest begging for your forgiveness, to tell you that what you were feeling was reciprocated,

He loved you too.

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“Just say the words baby and I’ll go, alright? Whatever ya need doll, I'll give ya anything you want.”

The feel of his rough hand on your shoulder, the pads of his fingers on your skin for the first time in forever soothes the war inside your body. Your breathing stabilises, as you turn back around to meet his gaze.

His hand moves from your shoulder to your face as he rubs small comforting circles on the apple of your cheek with his thumb, once this action would instantly soothe you, now it evokes an entirely different emotion.

The way his body feels on yours sickens you to your stomach, knowing you would never have him again, he didn't feel the same way and that's just something you'd have to learn to live with.

“Just go, Frank.” you shake his touch off of you as you step back. " I love you. We can pretend all we want that it doesn't change anything, but it does. I'm sorry I love you, I wish I fucking didn't.” you sound out in barely a whisper, shocked if he even heard you at all. "It's not fair on either of us. Just leave.”

You close your eyes to try and barricade the tears from falling. Your feeble attempts are rendered useless as the floodgates open, shaking sobs erupt from your core, each tear laced with anger and sorrow. He attempts to approach you once more, his hand reached out to you,

“Baby girl, I lo-”

“Fucking go, Frank.” you cut him off, your volume increasing to a yell as you point to the window behind you. Opening your eyes to look at him as the demand leaves your mouth, letting him know you were dead serious.

“If that's what ya want.” his face is emotionless, his words stark and monotonous. He retreats his outstretched hand, shoving it into his pocket as turns from you, grabbing his belongings, climbing out of the window not even bothering to put his boots back on.

He looks back to you once more, hoping to catch a final glimpse of you, but you're already gone, already having climbed back into your empty bed as you sobbed hard into your pillow.

Acceptance.

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a/n: this fucking hurtt to write i could sob. i wrote this listening to my sad playlist at 6am so LOL. hope you all enjoy, pt3 will definitely be out at some point too, i can't leave this series here with good conscious

my inbox is open!

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softsunnyy · 1 month ago

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🚨; period sex, he starts touching you while you sleep ??, idk, graphic and disgusting descriptions. If you don't like this topic, please don't read it.

divider by @cafekitsune

i feel like Quinn can't control himself, not anymore. He knows the moment is approaching. He notices it in the way your mood worsens with each passing day, and the way your body grows more and more sensitive. He still remembers how you whined a couple of days ago about how much your tits hurt. He knows the day is coming, and he's more than ready to receive his reward for being so patient.

he notices it before you do, because you're still asleep. You're moving so much that it's impossible for him not to notice the small red stain that has pierced your underwear, staining those pajama pants you love so much. Something inside him ignites at the sight, and then he can't help the way his body moves carefully.

first, he touches you over your clothes, making a bigger mess, but feeling your body heat rise. Unconsciously, your body moves, seeking friction, making your ass rub against his bulge.

oh, honey, you're not making it any easier for him.

he slips his hand under your clothes and gently touches your pussy, trying not to wake you up, and taking advantage of the moment when you move a little, giving him a little more space. As if you wanted this. As if you were silently asking for it.

his fingers run through your folds, and a sigh escapes your lips. He has to hold back, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. However, it's when he pulls his hand out that he gives in, seeing the mess you'd made of him even though he'd barely touched you.

his cock throbs, aches, and longs to bury himself in you, listening to the obscene sound of bodies joining together, and your red walls receiving every inch as if he belonged between your legs.

it's when you lie on your back that he decides to take a risk, standing up and settling between your legs, which he gently parted. He then removed your pants and panties, trying not to wake you up, although the air hitting your bare skin made your legs try to close. He had to intervene, opening them once more.

and there it is, the source of his desires, the reason your tits look puffier and more sensitive. The reason your body seems to smell different. The reason you look even more hot than the usual.

he releases his cock quickly, but doesn't insert it right away. He wants to enjoy you, wants to rub his tip between your folds, watching you stain him red, sharing your warmth and wetting his cock so it's even easier for him to get in.

you moan in that soft voice that drives him wild, and your nipples peek out from under that tank top you wear to bed. Today more than ever, he's grateful that you don't wear a bra when you're at home.

it's when he inserts the tip into your sensitive hole that you begin to open your eyes, confused, but feeling how wet you are, and the way your pussy throbs desperately, longing to be touched by your boyfriend, who now looks at you attentively, smiling as he slowly inserts his entire length inside you, drawing a loud moan from you that you couldn't stop.

“Quinn,” you whimpered, surprised, and he didn't give you much time to adjust to his size. He usually does, but now he doesn't have the patience, so he just started moving, watching as every time his cock came out, it came out red, like your walls, which gladly received him, clenched around him as if they didn't want him to come out.

he doesn't care about anything anymore. He needs to keep moving, to see your blood become part of him, as if you're marking him, as if you're joining him in a more intimate and primal way, as if you're giving him something of yourself that's incomparable.

his desire is carnal, it's pure, and he needs to cum inside you, fill you with his cum, and watch how both of you become one, making a mess of your fluids, leaving an unforgettable scene that he'll seek to repeat for every moment of your period. And you can only surrender, feeling the pleasure of his cock breaking you, using you, satisfying himself with your body, with your blood. The sound stuns you, the smell makes you dizzy, but your eyes roll back, lost in the pleasure of feeling his long cock touching the parts that drive you crazy.

maybe it surprised you, maybe you still don't fully understand what's happening, but you wouldn't change a thing. Not when you can have Quinn this crazy about you, wanting to consume you and merge with you in the wildest and most real way possible.

and the idea used to make you nervous before, but if Quinn decides to lick your pussy and devour you right now, you won't deny him. You can't. Not when you know how good it will make you feel, because he knows how to do it.

don't worry. He'll take care of you.

#☀️💞#softsunnyy #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #dark quinn #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes smut #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes one shot #qh43

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goatskickin · 5 months ago

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On the tenth day of GOATmas, my true love sent to me...

...beds! Wood recolors of beds!

I've recolored every bed that EA has created in a pack or expansion that:

1) already had wood recolors

2) didn't have wood recolors, but I felt that wood recolors suited them

For the colors: I am using Dynamite, Depth Charge, Shrapnel, Safety Fuse and Time Bomb by @pooklet, and Nesert and Honey by Io aka @serabiet.

Please check out the Add-On's I've recommended! They are meshes made by community members that will use these textures too. Or, they are bits of CC that go along with these nicely!

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A Luxurious Nights Sleep - beddoubleluxury

notes: sleek and modern, I've used the original wood texture for the main part, and made a new wood texture (sourced from the wood texture provided) for the 'detail' bit. Shine removed.

Recommended Add-On: #1, #2, #3

Baby's Touch Bed - bedsingleclassic

notes: a darling single bed with no plain white canopy recolors, so I made one. Original textures on the wood, shine removed.

Recommended Add-On: #1, #2

Caress of Teak Bed - bedsinglemoderate

notes: not mapped in my most favorite way ever, but it works alright. I don't think that this is the original texture? Shine removed.

Recommended Add-On: #1, #2

Cheap Eazzzzze Morrissey Doublebed - beddoublebasic

notes: NEW wood texture, NO shine, kept the little metal corners on. Both help this very nice mesh look crisp and clean.

Colonial Ironwood Bed - bedcolonial

notes: oh I really have a love/hate relationship with this one. It has a good Comfort score and looks semi-ordinary. But its original textures and mapping are :/ The fabric headboard comes in (I hope) complimentary, muted colors.

Recommended Add-On: #1* *you only NEED the file named 'FAB_MaxisBedByStAjoqueReproductions_SLAVEDEFAULT'. @curiousb slaved the single version of this bed (Bed by St. AjoqueReproducitons) the the double version

Courtly Sleeper Day Dreamer - beddoubledesigner

notes: I quite like this one! Texture taken from one of its original recolors, shine removed.

Recommended Add-On: #1, #2

Craftmeisters Pine Bed - bedsinglevalue

notes: just like its double-wide sister, this one has been much improved with a NEW texture, and no shine.

Dreaming of Olde Bed - beddoublebohemian

notes: you get 2 options! This lovely rattan situation...

...and a big wicker sun!

Recommended add-on: #1*

*the textures do look a little squishy and weird on the single bed and daybed, but that has more do do with the way it's mapped

Fit For Royalty - bedsingleelite

notes: this one is a little unusual because I would not have considered doing it at ALL until I saw @hugelunatic's default for it. I'm going to have to insist that you get it! It's not like you were going to use the goofy original version anyway.

Recommended add-on: #1

Hellacious Headboard Double Bed - beddoublehotel

notes: how does it feel to be a gorgeous bed mesh? I'll bet it feels...Hellacious.

This uses the one 'generic' hotel texture it came with, and then each has a fabric headboard. No shine.

Legendary Bedscalibur/Slumber Saddle Of Sleepnir - beddoublemission - bedsinglemission

notes: the single bed and double bed share a texture, so just the one gif. Uses the texture it came with because I really like it! No shine.

Majestically Medieval Double Bed - beddoublemedieval

notes: mainly the same texture, but it's been given a little facelift with some Witcher3 textures at the top and around the base. No white recolor with this one, I felt that the mesh wasn't suited to it.

Recommended Add-On: #1

Maturely Medieval Single - bedsinglemedieval

notes: same wood texture, shine removed (this one was real shiny)

Murphy Hide Away Bed - beddoublemurphy

notes: ah, it's my favorite TS2 bed that has a very small chance of killing your sim! Same texture, shine removed.

Recommended Add-On: #1

Rough And Comfy Bed - bedsinglecomfy

notes: This bed has a really nice shape but only one recolor. This is mostly the same texture but I changed it a little on the drawers. No shine.

Recommended Add-On: #1

Simple Single - bedsinglesurfer

notes: this did not come with wood recolors originally, but it does now! I snatched them from the Sleepwave 42 bed, as the exaggerated wood grain kind of worked for this shape? I don't know of a CEP for the metal part of the bed though.

Recommended Add-On: #1

Sleepwave 42 - beddoubleatomicage

notes: I looove the shape of this, and I even like the wood grain, so it's the same. The legs don't have a recolorable subset though, unfortunately.

Soma Sleep Well - beddoubleartnouveau

notes: I don't think this bed gets the love it deserves! I wanted preserve some of the 'specialness' of its headboard, so it has this burled wood texture in it. No shine however (this one was quite shiny).

Recommended Add-On: #1

The Double Bed Of Wonderment - beddoublecanopyhotel

notes: can't go wrong with a nice big canopy bed. It has headboards in colors similar those used on 'beddoublehotel'. Original textures because they are good and I like them.

The Ergonomizer - bedsinglehotel

notes: While it has the same shape as beddoublehotel, they don't share a texture. Same colors for the headboard.

The Four Post Bed - beddoublecountry

notes: great country style! same textures, no shine

The Single Bed Ala Mode - bedsinglecountry

notes: and the single version shares textures, nice

Recommended Add-On: #1, #2

Touch Of Teak - beddoubledesigner

notes: I quite like this mesh! Original textures, no shine.

Recommended Add-On: #1, #2, #3

Zenu Meditation Sleeper - beddoubleoriental

notes: about half the original texture, but all of the decorative bits are NEW! I think they are from Witcher 3.

view of the back!

notable exceptions: Flowin Protozoan Single Bed (did not want to, too niche) as well as its double version and More Romantic than You (naw - I never use it)

Download - Sims 2 Beds - Wood Recolors

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Recommended downloads:

#merry goatmas #merry xmas from goat #sims 2 download #ts2 download #ts2 cc #sims 2 cc #sims 2 object recolor

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gatitties · 1 year ago

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HEYYYY I hope ur doing fine!! And that ur having a happy thanksgiving/ Christmas! I got a request for u!! I saw ur rules and saw that you can write for demon slayer too! And i wanted to ask.

Can I request a Strawhats x Teen!Tanjiro! Reader? Where the reader is a sweet, compassionate and kind kid. They have a heart of gold and they’re very responsible and respectful!! Though they can get annoyed when someone is rude or being cowardly. But they’re so sweet and encourage others so much!!! They always go around doing chores, cleaning, helping out without needing to be asked. They’re so lovable and cuddly!!! And the crew loves their youngest member!! They’re not afraid to ask for help and they know when to let others handle it without a complaint, always smiling and being gentle and sweet with others!!

Take your time with the request!!! I love your writing sm and I hope u never stop! Please and thanks!!!❤️

─Strawhats x teen!Tanjiro!reader (Platonic)

─Summary: You are the most admirable and educated person on the ship despite being the youngest person, your senses make you stand out in addition to your kindness.

─Warnings: none

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer this, but a lot of things accumulated, I hope you like it and that you had a nice Christmas 😭🫶🏻

─ You are probably the most trustworthy person on the entire ship even if you are the youngest.

─ You are so reliable and kind, you always sit and listen to Nami's problems when she gets irritated, you solve the fights between Sanji and Zoro, you have long talks with Robin about books that she recommends to you…

─ Everyone appreciates your presence because you are reassuring, no matter what problem they are in, you will always make sure that before acting, everyone thinks with their heads, at least almost everyone since it is impossible to stop Luffy's impulses.

─ You practice your sword movements with Zoro, although you have no one who can teach you or guide you better in your breathing methods.

─ Chopper is stressed when you decides to risk your health for the sake of others, which is, most of the time.

─ You are young and you still don't know many things about the world, which is why you are always hanging around the ship, asking random questions in order to learn more, Jinbe is always your trusted source when you don't know about something, Brook and Robin also help because of who are from the elders.

─ You love playing with Luffy, Chopper and Usopp with anything they propose, however you are out of pranks if you know they might bother someone, it's fine if they are innocent pranks.

─ You are willing to help with anything, Franky loves that you are his little helper even though you have no idea about the materials he asks you to give him.

─ When Sanji discovers your good sense of smell, he decides to train you in the kitchen so that you can not only smell danger, but also good food.

─ The first time they saw you hit your head on something they thought you would have a concussion later, however you got up shaking your head to remove the remains of the thing you had broken.

─ Luffy wants to launch you like a missile after seeing that, just to see how many things your hard head can break.

─ Don't worry, Nami will hit him kindly just for thinking about using you as a weapon of destruction.

─ This crew loves you, but seriously, you can't take pity on all your enemies, some will take advantage of your kindness.

─ The least they want is for you to be affected by your gentle personality, they will fight to maintain that warm smile that makes them melt as if you were the sun itself.

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saturnville · 1 year ago

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skin tight, l. hamilton

pairing: he (lewis hamilton) x black best friend oc (anvika dawson) content: in which two friends cross a line people have been waiting for them to cross...and it comes with consequences. warning: angst song: skin tight by ravyn leane, steve lacy an: this is part 2 to "bite." listen as you read if you choose :). wc: 864 tags: the girlies who were hyping me up to post this @boujiestpoet @mauvecherie-writes @saintslewis @greedyjudge2 @vile-harlot @emjayewrites @ggaslyp1 (I'll remove those who don't want to be tagged, please just let me know!)

The urge to relieve herself woke her up the next morning. It was still early; the sun had hardly risen over the horizon, the birds were full of energy, and the screeching tires of rushed vehicles on the highway.

Her body was sore and her mind was exhausted when her eyes opened. There was a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She felt content, satisfied even, from the intimate moments she shared with Lewis the previous evening. She could still feel his lips against hers, his hands on her body and his warmth. She loved it. Yet, there was underlying apprehension about what it meant for their relationship moving forward.

She couldn’t help but think about the first time they met at the Formula One race all those years ago. A chance encounter that started as teasing banter blossomed into something beautiful that she cherished just as much as life itself. Their friendship had been a constant source of support, understanding, and respect, but as she lay next to him, in a position she never thought she’d be in, she couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty,

Anvika groaned softly as she attempted to free herself from his grasp. Her head turned to look at him. She’d fallen asleep beside him many times before. This was different. He held her close this time, his strong arm around her waist and his hand on her breast, squeezing every so often. He looked so peaceful. His lips were slightly parted, his hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and his golden brown skin was raw with remnants of her lipstick smeared across. He was so beautiful.

As she slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Lewis who was still asleep, she couldn’t help but replay the events of the night before. It was exhilarating, freeing, even, to release her inhibitions and give in to the desires that had stirred within her. But now, in the quiet of the morning, reality sunk in.

She had (sort of) slept with the man she called her closest friend. She knew some consequences came with that. Anvika knew they would need to have a conversation about what had happened, but she was unsure of how it would go. Setting boundaries (if they were still present), clarifying their feelings, and ensuring the solidarity of their friendship needed to be addressed. But, as anxiety crashed over her like a tidal wave, she decided to let him sleep and let herself bask in the memory of the previous night.

As Anvika finished in the bathroom, She couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingered in the back of her mind. She hoped their bond was strong enough to withstand what came next, but, as anxiety crashed over her like a tidal wave, she decided to let him sleep and let herself bask in the memory of the previous night.

When she returned to the bed, she saw Lewis on his back, arm thrown over his face to block the smiling sun that danced outside the window. His strong chest was on full display and she couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering. She shook her head and made her way to the bed.

Lewis lowered his arm and turned toward her. His gaze was intense as he beckoned her near. Anvika slid into the bed next to him, tucking herself under his arm. “Good morning.” His voice was low and full of sleep.

“Morning,” she replied. “Sleep well?”

Lewis hummedther of them said anything after that. The hustle and bustle of the city was enough. As Anvika lay on his chest being caressed by his warm hands, her mind began to wander again. What would come of their relationship?

She took in a sharp breath, one that Lewis recognized. So, he spoke before she could, “Later. Just…let me have this moment, okay?” His throat constricted with each word he said. Her stomach churned. He sounded so desperate as if he knew where her mind was going. He needed something to hold onto just in case it was pulled away from him in an instant. The least she could do was give him that…right?

Anvika nodded against his chest, “Okay.”

“Lew, it was the heat of the moment. It can’t happen again.”

That didn’t go over well with him. He was used to flings and one-night stands but she made him feel rejected in more ways than one. Nothing more than someone that she used to let her inhibitions go. His mind was racing. Questions, thoughts, and feelings clouded his mind and he struggled to articulate what he wanted to say.

Her hesitancy was warranted, but Anvika was so opposed to even considering what life would be like as partners that it felt like a slap in the face.

“That’s not true and you know it,” Lewis said after some time, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t try to downplay what happened between us.”

Anvika shook her head and tightened her robe. “I’m not downplaying anything. I’m just saying, we’ve been friends for too long to let something like this change our friendship. I care for you too much.”

The racer scoffed. His head dropped to his hands and he inhaled deeply. He tried to make sense of her logic, but nothing added up. Anvika was a firm believer that good friendships were solid foundations for relationships, yet she wasn’t willing to take the chance with him, the man who knew her like the back of his hand. She told him she loved him, and it was not how she usually did. It was so full of adoration and love. Of course, she thought he was asleep when she said it, and truth be told, he was almost there. But, her sentiment caused his senses to alert and suddenly he felt alive. If all that was true, what was holding her back? Was the possibility of being with him that bad?

“What are you scared of, Anvika?” he asked after some time. She visibly winced at his calling of her full name. That wasn’t common between them. He was her Lew, and she was his Ani. The shift had already begun and it was sickening to her stomach.

She looked taken aback. Her lips parted but nothing came out. She had an answer, she just had no clue how to articulate it. How would she tell him that she was afraid of getting hurt again, that she was angry with herself for teetering the lines of her boundaries, that she was unsure if she was worthy of being the woman on his arm? And most of all, she was scared that if it didn’t work between them she’d lose him forever. Her friend. He meant the most to her.

“I just,” she paused. “It’s risky. And everything would be different.” She didn’t say much after that. Lewis didn’t press her, either. With one nod, he stood to his feet. Her eyes followed him. He gathered his belongings and shoved his hands in his pocket. He made his way toward the door.

“Where are you going?”

The conversation was tense. They were talking in circles and he couldn’t stand it. It was filled with unspoken fears and uncertainties. Lewis’s frustration was palpable as he struggled to understand her hesitancy, and Anvika struggled to grapple with her insecurities and her fear of losing him. A cat-and-mouse game that had grown exhausting.

Lewis didn’t meet her eyes. They reached an impasse as their words fell short and there seemed to be nothing else to say. The divide between them seemed to get wider with each passing minute. With a heavy heart, he said, “I’ll see you around, Ani.”

Anvika watched him go and a sense of loss washed over her. The door closed softly behind him. And just like that, she was alone.

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gifsbysteph · 2 months ago

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🔓 zion moreno in control z — public gif pack.

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beeing1alive · 9 months ago

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hiiii I loveeeee your work!! can you write something for Mikey kinda like that ⬇️

https://www.tumblr.com/beeing1alive/746869598060675073/going-to-a-gang-meeting-with-the-tokyo-revengers?source=share

Thanks for the sweet message~

He was a little surprised at first when you asked him about it, but immediately said yes with joy. What could possibly happen? However, he also had a few conditions for you. You were to sit next to him and he would like to introduce you to the gang so that everyone knew who you belonged to. Nobody would make a fool of you if everyone knew you were the leader's girlfriend. He also promises you that nothing will happen to you if you just stick to him or, in an emergency, to his close friends. After you promised him, he had a few things to tell you a few things, such as that some of the gang members gang members are not necessarily the kind of people you want to have much to do with. A lot of the members are very dangerous, but if you don't want to get into trouble with them, they won't and that the things the gang does are no joke and are much more dangerous than the people.

After everything was sorted out, he was just happy to be able to introduce you to everyone and that you would come with him. Later that evening, he picked you up so that he could take you to the meeting point. A few minutes later you were already sitting on his motorbike, on the direct route to the shrine. When you arrived a few minutes later, he first helped you off his motorbike, took your hand and asked if you were ready. As soon as you say yes, he smiles happily and walks up the large stone steps with you, holding hands. When you arrived at the shrine, your eyes widened as all the Toman members were already gathered and there were several hundred of them. Of course you greeted all the founding members first, they were surprised why you had come along, but delighted nonetheless. When Mikey started the meeting, he turned to you, smiled at you and motioned for you to join him. Suddenly, all eyes were on you and a murmur went through the crowd as you stood next to him, smiling in a friendly manner. He happily introduces you to everyone, the members have never seen him so happy. His gaze darkened and his voice turned colder than an ice storm as he said that anyone who made a fool of you or even laid an unwanted finger on you would be begging for death by the time he was done with them. You could see the fear in the eyes of the members before they all at the same time. 'Yes sir' they shouted. That satisfied Mikey, he sat on the edge of the shrine, looked up into your eyes and tapped himself for you to sit down, which you did and his fingers intertwined directly with yours. He was happy and so were you and in any case he now takes you to his gang meetings more often even if he doesn't like the looks of some of the members, he had talked to them after the meeting and was quite sure that they would never do it again

Note: Hi, yes, I'm here again. Nice to see you or to see you again. I know the post has become a bit long, but I hope you like it anyway and as a little teaser, I will write more again in the near future and also accept more requests. All the love in the world, thanks for reading and maybe see you soon

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wordstome · 1 year ago

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bucca's big masterlist of königs

My beloved @ghouljams has deferred to my expertise of König faces, which made me want to go through and pick my favorite ones. But then I went through my various fanart/könig tags and found so many unmasked König headcanons that I was like hey I should write these down and keep 'em somewhere so I can look at them whenever I'm having a bad day. So here we go!

The first few are my personal favorites, but otherwise they're in no particular order. Be sure to click through to the artists' posts and give them some love :> All artwork has their source embedded. (To the artists: sorry for the tag, I wanted to make it easy for people to click through and find you ;; If you'd like to be removed from this list, please let me know!)

tw for mild body horror and blood

@lettaniko

@floweryanarchy (special shoutout to that handsome-ass Roach. gyatdamn)

@crr0o

@konig-s-hood

@saintmisu

@kathy-ifnt

@no-u-hang-up

@emmaseesghosts (screenshot from tiktok)

clwmeowtan (on tiktok)

@valiants

@bluegiragi

@garbagegrave

@shkretart

@quozacheese

@eyygee

@mustasekittens

@papaver-decervicatus as drawn by @blut-s

@morthern

@cannedmuffins

@namedlunagoddess (this one has a special place in my heart because he looks so exceedingly normal [positive]. I saw this man at the grocery store last week.)

@loneghostwolf

@gghalcyon (please check out the post for this one, I love when people give König an extensive backstory)

@sixleggedboar

@itsnghi (this one is so goddamn cute I need to kiss him)

@yuivamponrest He's not dick-out in this one, but I still don't want to accidentally flashbang anyone or get this post marked mature, so I cropped it. Apologies to the artist, and please please click through and check out the full artwork :3

@camrune

@konigsblau

@houseoftroi

@radcowboylad

@doodleebug13

@cerosin-bis

@glitterypirateduck This is a celebrity faceclaim, but I love it so much I have to have it here. (post by GPD here, gif is linked to original source)

@pettycoeurs

no image for this one. truly one of my all time favorite Königs, so it will be a surprise. enjoy.

#könig #konig #könig unmasked #unmasked könig #König faceclaim #könig face claim #könig face #konig unmasked #könig cod #konig cod #cod #call of duty

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webslasherzz · 9 months ago

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♡⠀ ：⠀The Webtatstic Editor Event ⋌

[Pt: The webtastic editor event /End Pt]

⌇ ⠀Premise goes as follows , The theme is based on "Underrated" aesthetics on editblr ! ( By underrated i mean as in not often used or often never used ) . This event is purely for fun ! nobody is forced join and there isnt a prize ( only bc i couldn't think of anything )

Rules:

As long as you don't fall under my dni your okay !

Please keep sources pg , no nsfw stuff

if the edits are eye straining or bright PLEASE tag it as so , as some maybe be hard on the eyes

use the tag #Spideycore so i can see your works !

All kinds of edits are allowed ! layouts , icons , psds , recolors , decor and more !

The event starts on Monday ( 7/22/24 ) and ends on the next monday ( 7/28/24 ) !!

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willalove75 · 2 years ago

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Alcina's New Maid Pt. 15 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: The day starts out rough and emotions run high. After another heart-to-heart with Alcina, Cassandra decides to teach you some self defense moves.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: light angst, fluff

Notes: Part 15!

Click here for the rest of the series

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In the darkness everything is cold yet you're sweating. Fear radiates through your body causing you to tremble. You can feel your heart still breaking in your chest.

"Draga."

The sound of her voice sends another bolt of fear through you. She sounds far away. No matter where you turn all you see is darkness.

"Draga."

Her voice is closer now. Lurking somewhere in the shadows. The sobs you've been desperately holding on to escape your grasp.

"Draga!"

Your eyes open only to be met with a pair of swirling gold irises. Panic sets in and fight or flight takes over.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" You scream as you fumble backwards.

When you don't move away fast enough, you look down to find yourself tangled in bedsheets. Your eyes dart around the room as you take in your surroundings.

Everything is blurry but starts to come into focus. The figure in front of you begins to take shape. The details becoming more defined. Finally, you see Alcina.

Immediately you notice her demeanor, her hand in the air like she recoiled from you, how her lips are parted. Then you see the look in her eyes.

Alcina wakes up when she feels you tossing and turning next to her. She sits up and looks out the window, the sun has just risen. It's still early. Looking over at you, she watches as you begin to thrash. Whimpers and cries escape from your lips. Right away she knew you were having a nightmare.

You let out a scream and startle Alcina.

"Shh, draga, it's okay. It's just a dream." She says, stroking your hair.

"No, please, no!" You mumble.

Alcina tries to comfort you but you fight against her touch. She can tell you're in a deep sleep. She doesn't begin to worry until tears stream down your cheeks and you cry out again.

"NO! PLEASE!" You scream.

"Draga!" Alcina shouts, trying to shake you awake. "Draga!"

You toss and turn in bed, fighting against her.

"Damnit y/n, wake up! Draga!"

Your eyes snap open and meet hers. The look in your eyes is one that is all too familiar to Alcina. A look that countless victims of hers had. The look many maidens have given her. The way someone would look at her right before she ended their life. It was a look of pure terror. It was the way someone would look at her when they were looking at a monster.

Alcina recoils from you as you scream and try to get away. Her heart drops into the pit of her stomach. She knows deep down it wasn't a look you gave her intentionally, that you would never look at her like that. That you were just having a terrible nightmare and you were scared. But the way you looked at her was a reminder of who she really is. A reminder of how the world sees her.

The look Alcina has in her eyes sends your heart plummeting south. You immediately realize you were dreaming, it was just a nightmare. Yet you screamed at her to get away from you. You looked at her with terror in your eyes. You looked at her like she was a monster. She saw it, you can tell she recognized that look. Like she's seen it hundreds of times before - well, she probably has.

More tears stream down your face, you're horrified of what you did.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You sob. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

With your hands covering your face you scoot back on the bed more, putting more distance between you and Alcina.

"Draga mea it's okay, it's okay."

You repeat "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." over and over again like a broken record. The mattress sinks a little and you feel Alcina's arms wrap around you and pull you close. Removing your hands from your face, you grab onto her nightgown and sob into her.

"Shh, it's okay love. Calm down, it's okay."

"No it's not." You cry.

"Yes it is, you were having a nightmare. It's not your fault, it's okay."

Alcina kisses the top of your head and rests her cheek against it. She begins to rock you back and fourth in an attempt to soothe you.

"I'm so sorry. I was so scared, I didn't- I didn't know I was awake. I didn't mean it, I swear Alci I didn't mean it."

"I know my love, I know. It's okay. It's not your fault, okay?"

You nod into her and cry some more. Alcina continues to rock you and whisper to you as she tries to calm you down.

As your cries soften and eventually come to a stop Alcina pulls away and cups your tiny face in her large hands. Wiping away your tears with her thumbs, she looks into your eyes.

"Are you okay draga mea?"

"Yeah," you say with a nod. "I just feel so horrible. I'm so sorry."

Another tear falls and Alcina wipes it away. She leans down and places a kiss on your forehead.

"You have nothing to apologize for, draga. Everything is okay, I am okay. Alright?"

"Are you sure? That look on your face, that look in your eyes, I've never seen you look like that before. You looked so hurt. And it was because of me!" You say as more tears fall.

Alcina shushes you and wipes away your tears.

"It's not your fault love. You were having a nightmare. You didn't know you were awake. It was evident that you were terrified. I was just taken by surprise."

"I hurt you. I saw the look on your face Alcina. The way I screamed and tried to get away from you hurt you."

"It did. But I know you meant no harm, that you were scared. You didn't know what you were doing. It's okay my love, I forgive you. Please don't fret over this."

"Are you sure?"

"I am more than certain."

Alcina takes her hands away from your face and wraps them around you again. You bury your face into her nightgown and hold onto her.

"What were you dreaming of, draga?" You shake your head "No." "Please my love, tell me?"

"I can't."

"Draga please?" Your grip around her tightens and you shake your head again. Alcina takes a deep breath. When she exhales, her breath is shaky. "It was about me, wasn't it?"

Alcina feels your body stiffen in her arms and hears your heartbeat begin to increase. She pulls away and looks into your eyes.

"Please, tell me."

You stare back into her gorgeous gold eyes. There's a somber look in them that makes your heart ache. Her eyes plead with you. Almost as if she doesn't want to know the answer, she needs to know the answer.

"Okay."

Alcina adjusts and sits up against the headboard, holding you close the whole time.

You begin to recall your nightmare. When you tell her she ripped out Stefana's throat with her teeth you hear her smirk. Looking up at her, the corner of her lip is pulled into a small smile.

"If only I was so lucky." She chuckles and kisses you on the head. "Please, continue."

When you tell her how she approached you, how she got in your face and mocked you, she holds you tighter.

"Then you lifted me up by my throat and I was crying. I said that you said you never hurt me and you said 'And you believed me? Silly girl.' then your claws came out. I was begging you to stop, I told you I loved you and-" You start to cry more and you shake your head.

Alcina releases another shaky breath.

"What happened next?" You shake your head again. "Draga, please tell me what happened."

You look up at Alcina and you see tears filing her eyes. Unable to hold her gaze you look down.

"You said 'This is what you get when you love a monster.'" Your voice was like a whisper. As if saying it too loudly was going to make it worse. "Then you slashed at me."

Alcina lifts you in her arms and buries her face into your neck. She cradles the back of your head with one hand and rubs circles across your back with the other. Her hot tears run down your shoulder and you hold her tight.

"I am so sorry draga mea."

"It's not your fault! It was just a stupid dream!"

She sits up and takes a moment to compose herself.

"I know my love, but you had this dream because you're traumatized. And I played a hand in your trauma-"

"You didn't-"

"I did. And for that I am so deeply sorry. I wish I did more to protect you, draga. I failed you, more than once I failed you. I promise I will never do it again. I am never going to let anything happen to you ever again."

She holds you in a protective grip. It's almost possessive. Like you would be in danger if she let you go. Her breathing gets harder and you immediately notice it. Looking up at her, you see a faraway look in her eyes. As if she's looking at some kind of danger in the distance.

Your feelings of guilt and sadness give way to concern when you see how Alcina is reacting. There's something going on inside of her that she's battling and you know it has to do with you.

"Hey." You say, bringing your hand to her cheek. It takes a second for her to snap out of it but her eyes meet yours and soften. "I love you. I love that you want to protect me from anything and everything, but I just don't think it's possible." Her eyebrows furrow, disapproving of what you're saying. "I know you're going to do everything you can to protect me. But I need you to go easy on yourself when you can't. Because there will be times where you can't. Okay?"

"I can't lose you."

"You won't."

"Draga mea you don't understand. I can not lose you. I can not let anything happen to you. I can't. If something happens to you- if I lose you- I- I don't know if I would survive."

Her grip on you tightens and the wheels in your head begin to turn.

"What's going to happen in however many years from now when I grow old and die?"

"I don't want to think about that, I can't. Our time is already so limited my love." You look up at her, unsure of what she means. She lets out a sigh and kisses the top of your head. "Time passes much differently for us because we are immortal. Lifetimes go by in the blink of an eye. I've had many maids grow old and die here and it always happens so quickly. What feels like decades to you only feels like a couple of years to me. That's why our time is limited. Because to me, it is. If something were to happen that makes our time together even shorter it will kill me. I am certain of it."

The way time passes for Alcina and the girls was never something you took into consideration before. When you think about it, the way Alcina and the girls look at humans is similar to how humans look at pets. They can live for years, sometimes even decades, but when they're gone it feels like you only had them for such a short period of time. And then your life goes on without them. Before you know it, you've been without them for longer than you've had them. Even if it hurts - even when it hurts - your life still continues. You understand her fears more now than ever, but that still doesn't change the fact that she can't protect you from everything. Including Mother Miranda - especially Mother Miranda.

"I never thought about that before. The way time passes for you."

"Being immortal changes many things that humans would never even think to consider."

"I'm sorry that I'll be able to get you for my whole life, but you'll only have me for a small part of yours."

A smile pulls at the corners of Alcina's lips. Her eyes glow with love and admiration as she stares into yours.

"That is not something you must ever apologize for, draga."

"I know, but it's not fair."

"Unfortunately, life is not fair. And being immortal doesn't make it any more or less fair."

"I love you, Alcina."

"Și eu te iubesc draga mea."

Alcina leans down and captures your lips with hers, pulling you into a soft kiss.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"The only thing there is to do my love is to enjoy each others company as often as we possibly can. To love each other as much as we can."

"I think I can do that." You say with a smirk.

"I'm sure you can." She teases.

Alcina leans down and kisses you again. When you kiss her back you feel electricity up your spine. You're certain she feels it too by the way she kisses you a little harder. Alcina begins to ball the back of your nightgown up in her hand and you tangle your fingers into her hair. Her tongue glides across your bottom lip and you part them, letting her in.

A moan emerges from the back of your throat into her mouth when your tongues meet. Alcina swallows it with a purr and kisses you harder. She flips you onto your back in one fluid motion and hovers above you. Her lips leave yours and travel down your jaw to your neck leaving soft, wet kisses in their wake. Alcina's hot breath skates across your skin causing you to tighten your grip in her hair. She purrs into your neck as she peppers it with kisses.

"You are so beautiful." She says between kisses. "So perfect."

"And all yours." You pant.

Alcina's lips leave your neck and she hovers above you once more. A look of surprise and adoration residing in her eyes.

"All mine?"

"All yours Alcina. Forever."

Her pupils eclipse her golden irises. Leaving the tiniest ring of gold around them when they blow. Her lips crash into yours and she kisses you with a hunger you've never seen before. Travelling down your jaw, she nips and sucks at your skin until she reaches your pulse point. She swipes her tongue over it and sucks and nips at the spot. You arch your back into her and she slides one of her thick thighs between your legs and presses against you. A groan escapes from your lips and you grind down onto her. Alcina's lips travel down your neck to your collarbones. One of her hands comes to rest on your hip as you roll them into her. Just as Alcina begins to travel down to your sternum you hear a knock at the door. A growl rumbles deep in her chest at the interruption.

"Who is it?" She snaps.

"It's Antonia, my Lady." One of the higher ranking maids. Alcina growls again, the grasp she has on your hip tightens. She goes to speak again but Antonia beats her to it. "I apologize my Lady but Mother Miranda is on the phone."

Alcina grabs at the sheets in frustration and hangs her head. If there's any way to absolutely kill the mood, any mention of Mother Miranda will certainly do it.

"I will be out in a moment."

She looks back at you and brings the hand on your hip up to cup your face.

"I'm sorry my love."

"It's okay."

Alcina kisses you once more before she pulls away and gets out of bed. She grabs one of her robes from her armoire and puts it on, tying the sash tightly around her waist. After wrapping a silk scarf around her head and quickly putting on some lipstick and mascara she heads towards the door.

"I have every intention of continuing where we left off later, pet." She says with a wink before opening the door and ducking out.

You lay back in bed for a little while longer with a smile plastered across your face before getting up and getting dressed. Just as you're finishing up, the breakfast bell rings and you head downstairs.

As you walk into the dining room, the three girls appear.

"You're up!" Daniela yells before pulling you into a near bone-crushing hug.

"Dani be careful with her! We don't want her to have any more broken bones!" Bela scolds.

"Sorry," Daniela says, letting go. "I just got excited."

"I know kiddo, it's okay." You say, pulling her into a normal hug.

Bela walks up to you and gives you a hug and Cassandra stands there awkwardly for a second before punching your arm.

"Cass!" Bela scolds.

"I'm glad you're not dead."

"Thanks Cass." You say with a smile.

As the four of you take your seats you notice Alcina hasn't come in yet. You hope her conversation with Mother Miranda isn't still going on, and if it is, you at least hope it's going well.

"Where's mom?" Daniela asks you.

"Mother Miranda called her this morning."

The three girls groan in unison.

"I fucking hate her." Cassandra mumbles.

"Cassandra!" Bela says.

"Oh come on, you don't like her either!" Cassandra argues.

The girls start to yell at each other and Daniela joins in.

"Wait, wait, wait! Chill out you three." You say. "Why don't you guys like her?"

"Because she treats mom like shit." Cassandra deadpans.

"And us." Daniela adds.

"But she's worse with mom." Bela says.

"Way worse." Daniela says.

"And mom just does whatever she asks, even if she doesn't want to! It's so stupid! I don't know why she doesn't just tell her to fuck off." Cassandra says.

"She can't!" Bela says.

"Yes she can!"

They start to argue again and you cut them off.

"Guys, enough, okay? Your mom and Mother Miranda have a complicated relationship. I don't know if it's as simple as her being able to say 'no' to her. I think there's a lot more to it than we know."

"No, mom's just desperate for Miranda's approval for some stupid reason. She wants to be perfect in her eyes. It's pathetic." Cassandra says.

"Mom is NOT pathetic!" Daniela yells.

"Alright, alright. Listen, I get it. I don't know the full reason why she's like that, why she lets Miranda walk all over her. But like I said, I think there's a lot that we don't know about their dynamic. Your mom told me a lot last night about Miranda and the cadou. I think she feels indebted to Miranda for giving her everything, the castle, the business. Mostly for giving her you three. I think there's more to it than we think. So lets just give her a break? Okay?"

The three girls nod in agreement and the maids bring out breakfast.

Alcina never made it to breakfast. After you ate you followed Daniela into the library to read with her.

"Can we finally finish that book we started before you became a recluse?"

"Yes, of course." You say, rolling your eyes at her.

The two of you read for a few hours before Cassandra flies into the library.

"What's up?" You ask.

"I was thinking, you're going to be at that meeting next week, right?"

"Unfortunately."

"Well, from what I can tell, you can't fight for shit. Or fight at all. I've actually never seen you fight before so I'm going to assume you can't fight at all."

"Anyway?"

"Right, anyway, I was thinking of talking to mom about training you a little. Just some basic self defense stuff in case things go sideways so you're not completely defenseless. But I wanted to check with you first and see if you're interested?"

"Actually, that's not a bad idea Cass!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, who knows what's going to happen next week. And you're right, I definitely can't fight. Plus, it'll be good to learn a few things anyway. You never know when you're gonna need self defense."

"Awesome! I'll talk to mom at lunch. If she's at lunch that is. I don't think she's left her study yet."

"Ew." Daniela says.

"Tell me about it." Cassandra says.

"That sounds good to me, we'll talk to her today."

"Alright, I'm gonna go prepare some stuff so we can start right away! See you later!" Cassandra says, bursting with excitement.

"I don't think I've ever seen her that excited before." You say.

"There are very few things that do excite her. Art and fighting are the big two." Daniela says.

"What else is there?"

"Let me revise my last statement: art and fighting are the only two."

"Fair enough." You say with a laugh.

The lunch bells ring just as you're finishing up the book with Daniela. The two of you head into the dining room and find Alcina already seated at the table. You immediately notice her demeanor is off. She's sat back in her chair, has her cigarette holder between her two fingers and looks exhausted and frustrated.

"Mom!" Daniela says as she flies over to her.

"Hello my bug." Alcina says.

Daniela wraps her arms around her mothers neck and kisses her cheek.

"We missed you at breakfast this morning!"

"I know, I apologize for my absence. I only just got off of the phone a few moments ago."

"She kept you on the phone for that long?!" You say.

"Not quite, although she did keep me on the phone well after breakfast. She insisted that I meet with my idiot younger brother before the meeting to come up with a plan of action regarding the hunters. And that this new plan is to be presented at next weeks meeting." She says, pinching the bridge of her nose. "So then I had to call that imbecil and make arrangements to meet. And since I absolutely refuse to step foot in that landfill he calls a home, I had no choice but to invite him to the castle."

"Uncle Heisenberg is coming?!" Cassandra says.

"When?!" Daniela asks.

"In a few days." Alcina says.

"Oh I wonder if he'll make you a weapon y/n!" Cassandra says.

"A weapon?! For what?!"

Cassandra and Daniela exchange looks and look back at their mother.

"Well, about that, I wanted to ask you something! I already talked to y/n about it and she said it was fine!" Alcina glances at you and looks back at her daughter. "I was wondering if you would let me train y/n. I think it's a good idea to teach her some self defense and teach her a few basic fighting techniques." Alcina's lips press into a thin line. "Mom she can't fight to save her life! And if gods forbid something happens and none of us are there to help her, she's super fucked."

"Cassandra! Language!"

"I'm sorry! But it's true!"

Alcina pinches the bridge of her nose and tries to ground herself. After she puts her hand back down she takes a long drag from the cigarette holder and exhales through her nose.

"And you agreed to this?" She asks, looking at you.

"I mean, yeah. It can't hurt Alcina, it'll be good for me to know how to defend myself so I'm not always so, I don't know, defenseless?"

Alcina's eyes shift between you and her daughter for a few moments before landing on Cassandra.

"I presume you came up with a regime, yes?"

"You know it!"

"And what is your plan?"

"Well, if we can start today, I'll teach her the basics. Heel-palm strike, eye strike, knee strike, what to do if she's knocked down and different ways to escape an opponents attack."

Alcina ponders for a moment before looking over at you. You flash her a small smile and she returns the gesture. Although you notice her smile doesn't reach her eyes.

"Alright, fine. I suppose it isn't the worst idea. But please, Cassandra, be careful."

"YES! I will mom I promise! Y/n, can we start after lunch?"

"Uh, yeah, sure! Daniela and I finished the book we were reading and that was really the only thing on my agenda for the day." You say.

"Awesome!"

"So how often are we going to train?"

"Yes, Cassandra, how often are you planning on training?" Alcina asks.

"Well, I was thinking every day. At least until the meeting."

"Every day?!"

"Yeah! You gotta be in tip-top shape in case anything goes sideways!"

"Cass I don't know if I can physically handle every day. We have what? 6 days until the meeting? Give me at least one day off."

"Alright, fine. We will train today and tomorrow, take off the next day when Uncle Heisenberg is here and train for the next three days until the meeting!"

"Please go easy the day before the meeting Cassandra." Alcina says. "I don't want to risk any kind of injury beforehand."

"Okay, then the day before the meeting will just be an easy recap day to go over everything and fine-tune whatever needs it."

"That seems fair, I'm in." You say.

The five of you enjoy lunch and have a pleasant conversation. Alcina is attentive but you can tell something is bothering her.

When the meal ends Cassandra gets up in a hurry.

"Let's go y/n!"

"Where are we going?"

"The armory!"

"I'll meet you there in a minute, okay?"

Cassandra's eyes shift between you and her mother.

"Alright fine, but hurry up, we don't have all day!"

Cassandra, Daniela and Bela buzz out of the room leaving you and Alcina alone.

"Is everything alright, draga?" Alcina asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You say as you climb into her lap. "It's you I'm worried about."

You make yourself comfortable as you straddle one of Alcina's thighs and cup her face in your hands.

"And why is that?"

"I don't know, something about you feels off. What happened with the conversation with Mother Miranda?"

"Quite frankly is was boring. She tends to drone on about things that are of no importance to me."

"But?" You ask and Alcina smirks at you, shaking her head.

"But, she did once again make it clear that she is expecting you to be in attendance at the meeting."

"Ah, there it is."

"I so desperately wish I knew what she wanted with you. It frightens me not knowing her motives. Not knowing what her plans are. If she plans to harm you to get back at me or because she is actually interested in you as a test subject. I have no idea, draga. I really don't."

"I know, it scares me too."

"It does?"

"Yeah, of course it does. Especially now that I know what I know after you told me everything. It's terrifying. She's terrifying. And she has this hold over you and it breaks my heart. I know you can't say no to her, even I don't understand why."

"It's complicated-"

"I know it is, and you don't owe me an explanation. It's just, I see what it does to you. What she does to you. And I hate it and I wish I could make it stop or go away. For your sake, and the girls'." Alcina gives you a look. "The girls are worried about you too Alcina. They were arguing about it over breakfast this morning. They hate that Miranda has this hold over you. They see how she hurts you, how she treats you like garbage and they hate it. They just want you to tell her off and be done with her."

Alcina sighs and runs her hand through your hair, resting it on the back of your head.

"If only it was that simple, draga mea."

"I know, and that's what I told them. That it was more complicated than that and they had to understand that you're doing the best you can."

Alcina says nothing and just looks at you. You watch as her eyes shift as she takes in every detail of your face.

"Where on earth did you come from?" Alcina says under her breath.

"The village?" You say, teasing her.

Alcina laughs and shakes her head.

"You are extraordinary my love."

"So are you Alcina."

Alcina wraps her arms around you and pulls you into her, holding you tight. You wrap your arms around her neck and hug her back.

"I hope you know just how much I love you draga mea."

"I think I have an idea." You say with a giggle. "I hope you know how much I love you too Alci."

"I do, draga, I do."

When she pulls away you bring your hands to her face and pull her in for a kiss. You manage to take her by surprise for a second but she quickly overcomes it and kisses you back.

"You should head to the armory, Cassandra's patience is probably wearing thin."

"She does take after her mother after all." You say with a smirk.

Alcina gives you an offended look accompanied by a small gasp and immediately begins poking your sides.

"NO!" You say as you squirm in her lap.

"Don't think I forgot about your ticklish spot there, draga." She teases, poking you a few more times.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay! I was kidding! Please!" You yell between laughs.

Alcina laughs with you and pulls you in for another kiss when she finishes poking you. When your lips part she lifts you off of her lap and onto the floor.

"Alright draga, go on. We mustn't delay your training any further."

"Okay fine." You say with a smile. "I'll see you at dinner?"

"Yes, I will be there. I promise."

You head up to the armory and find Cassandra pacing the floor.

"Finally! Where the hell have you been?!"

"Sorry! I was talking to your mom-"

"Gross, spare me the details of your love life will you?"

"I didn't even-"

"We're already behind schedule! Lets go."

Cassandra begins teaching you some basic self defense moves. She shows you three basic moves: heel-palm strike, eye strike and knee strike. They're simple enough to learn but Cassandra is meticulous of your stance, your posture, how you extend your arm and leg when you strike, everything. After she feels confident you got the basics of it down, she suggest you using them on her.

"What if I hurt you?" You ask, genuinely concerned.

Cassandra bursts into a fit of laughter. She doubles over and wipes a tear from her eye.

"Oh man, you're kidding right? That was funny."

"Cass I'm serious!"

"Y/n, you can't hurt me, even if you tried. I'm made of flies? Remember? The only thing that can really hurt me is the cold. Aside from that, I'll be fine. Even if you shoot me at point-blank range with a shotgun, I'll just create more flies to fill the hole."

Now you seem to understand why she laughed so hard at what you said.

"Okay, if you say so."

The two of you practice for a few more hours. As you're sparring she teaches you what to do if you get knocked down and how to escape an attack. She spars with you until the dinner bell rings. Much to your surprise the training towards the end got more intense than you thought it would have and by the end of it, you're exhausted. You and Cassandra enter the dining room in between Bela and Daniela and Alcina comes in a minute later.

"How was training girls?" Alcina asks.

"She actually did better than I thought she was gonna. We were able to spar a little at the end. Don't get me wrong, she can still get her ass handed to her-"

"Cassandra, language!" Alcina says.

"Sorry, but, she can at least put up a little bit of a fight now and not just roll over."

You roll your eyes at her and laugh.

"Well I'm glad it was a productive session then." Alcina says. "did you enjoy your first training session draga?"

"I did, but it wiped me out way more than I thought it would. I'm exhausted."

A pout ghosts Alcina's lips for a split second before it disappears.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself my love."

After dinner Alcina walks you up to her chambers. Halfway through your trek she decided to pick you up and carry you the rest of the way. You were so tired and walking so slowly Alcina could only take one step every few seconds. If she walked at even a slow pace she would have been halfway across the castle before you managed to get down a single hallway.

You felt yourself dozing off in her arms but tried to stay awake.

When you finally reach her chambers she opens the door and lays you down on the bed.

"Now don't fall asleep yet draga, I am going to run you a bath. Okay?"

"Okay." You say with a yawn.

The next thing you remember is Alcina waking you up.

"Draga, I wasn't even gone for two minutes." She says with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm so tired."

"Come, lets get you bathed and back into bed."

Alcina carries you into the bathroom and sits you down on the bench. You try and help her take off your clothes but you're pretty sure you just made it more difficult. She lifts you up and places you in the tub. For a moment the warm water wakes you up more but within a few minutes it soothes you so much you nearly fall asleep in the tub.

After your bath Alcina carries you to bed and dresses you in pajamas. The moment your head hits the pillow it's lights out for you. Alcina removes her hat, gloves and jewelry. She takes off her makeup and finishes getting herself ready for bed. You don't even register the mattress sinking as she climbs into bed next to you. The only thing you notice is an arm wrapping around you and feeling her chest against your back.

"Alci?" You barely say.

"Yes my love?"

"I'm sorry I was afraid of you this morning. But I'm really not afraid of you. I love you. I'm sorry." You turn to face Alcina and cuddle into her as closely as you can.

"It's okay my love, I know. You have nothing to be sorry for. But thank you, draga mea." She places a kiss on your head and holds you tight. "I love you so much. Goodnight my sweet girl. I hope your dreams are more pleasant tonight."

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rewh0re · 1 year ago

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THE SOULMATE THEORY ; MIKAGE REO

- wc: 1.1k, aged up characters (like 19-20) doesn't dive into explicit/hardcore smut but is definitely suggestive in some parts so I'd say readers 16 and above may read this, indirect mentions of sexual activities, fluff, reader is called a minx (affectionate), a little bit of that one old greek myth about soulmates, it's true that once you use em dash you can't stop.

a/n: literally got the idea at the doctor's office don't even. REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!! also tagging: @chigirizzz (this is that one reo fic I was telling you about where you asked me to tag you)

The room was dark. The only source of light—though bright but not enough to light up the whole room—was from the digital clock on the bedside table. '12:42,’ it read in bright neon red numbers. It was also quiet, so much so that two pairs of steady breathings could be heard.

One belonged to Reo and the other, to you.

"Are you asleep?" You whisper—soft and delicate—careful as to not wake your lover up if he indeed was asleep but loud enough to let him know of your own sleepless state.

Your eyes have been long adjusted to the darkness and you can make out the silhouette of his face. The length of his nose and his eyelashes, the slight part of his lush lips, his sharp and angular jaw—truly—he was majestic.

"No," his eyes fluttered open and his lips turned upward. His smile, the gentleness of which never failed to make your heart beat ten times faster, which never failed to make your stomach feel all giddy with the butterflies that erupted.

"I was thinking about your face from earlier and the various sounds you made too actually. Sweet as honey to me but I'm afraid Mrs. Tanaka might complain come morning," gentle tone was overruled by mischief. That was Mikage Reo, a gem of a person for a second and a force to be reckoned with the next.

"Please don't oh my god," you covered your face—now tinted with embarrassment—with the comforter you and Reo shared as you whined in protest.

The activities from an hour back rushing into your brain, playing like a movie sequence. As foggy as your mind was earlier, you were surprised that you remembered everything so vividly. You could still feel his rough, calloused and much larger hands tracing every curve of your body as if to memorise its shape. You could feel the lingering kisses on your neck, your shoulder, your chest, the now purple marks left with pride. You would have to cover them before work in the morning. You could hear your own sounds of pleasure and his groans as if to say more, more, more. You could feel it all. You could feel him. Your face flushed a deeper shade of fuchsia as you gulped, trying to get the images out of your head.

"You act like we haven't done this a million times before my love," he laughed slowly, bringing a hand to cover his mouth.

"Come on, look at me. Don't shy away now," he pulled the blanket off of you, removing your hands from your face as he hugged you.

"You're incorrigible, you know that right?" You huffed out in faux annoyance, snuggling against his chest, his arms a veil for your figure.

He laughed then, a laugh full of mischief and adoration and something akin to acknowledgement for your previous statement.

You laid like that, in silence. There was peace that came with the soft lub-dub of your synchronised heartbeats and your gentle breaths.

You were the one to break it first.

"Have you ever heard about that one Greek mythology? about soulmates?" You spoke, your cool fingers tracing gentle and soothing shapes on Reo's bare back which was painted with scratches from your nails.

"Can't say I have. Care to tell me?" He looked for your eyes as he pulled up the slipping comforter before pulling you closer to his chest. His warmth engulfed you whole, a comfortable shield from the much cooler surroundings.

"Well there is this theory," you started, face softening into affection as you laid against Reo's—albeit hard—but comfortable chest.

"It says that when Zeus created humans, he originally created them with two of everything. So two heads, two pairs of both the limbs, you get it. Their souls were one too. Fearing the power that these humans could possess, Zeus split them, including their souls, in half and scattered them around the world. The humans—as we now know them to be—would search far and wide, across oceans and lands to look for their other half. It is said that this other half is your soulmate and you search for them throughout your life," you smiled as you looked up at him, engrossed in your little story.

"Well that's just cruel of Zeus now, isn't it? I mean, what if someone doesn't find their soulmate?" Reo pouted and that made you chuckle a little.

"Maybe. Maybe not. It is just a story at the end of the day and how you decide to perceive a story totally depends on you," you jabbed his chest with your finger.

"I think I've found my other half," he stated with pride.

"Oh? Is that so? I wonder who it could be," you made a face as if you were thinking, tapping your chin with your forefinger.

"Oh I bet you do," in an instant your boyfriend was hugging you tighter than ever, his face buried in the crook between your neck and your shoulder.

His soft kisses were ticklish and they made you giggle. Your fingers further messed up his already tousled hair.

"You want me to say it out loud so bad don't you, you little minx," he whispered in your neck as you hummed in response.

"I think I've found my soulmate in you."

"I also think I've found mine in you Reo," your gentle voice was like ambrosia to his ears. He could drown in it, a bit was never enough.

He trailed kisses down the side of your face, starting from your ear, going down your jaw and finally a little bite on your neck. He licked on it in order to soothe the area. A new addition to the marks he had left earlier.

"Ow Reo!" You playfully smacked his head which forced him to separate from your neck.

"I already have enough marks to cover!" You puffed your cheek, barely hiding the smile that was begging to come up to the surface.

"You'll beg for them again tomorrow," he winked at you.

You could only roll your eyes. What would you even say? Deep in your heart, even you knew that he was right. "What is wrong with you?"

"Just that I'm irrevocably in love with you," he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, shutting his eyes.

"Unfortunately, I happen to love you too."

Teasing glances from your coworkers and friends due to the remnants from the events of the night would be a concern for later. For now, sleep would come easy to you because here you were, with Reo, in his arms. He was your safe haven and you were his and truly, whatever in the world could ever change that?

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maraschinomerry · 1 year ago

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Little Pink Heart

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader, implied Locklyle

Summary: following a fatal Ghost-Touch, Lockwood and reader must figure out how to manage love and life after death

Content: reader's death, ghost!reader, grief, angst, bittersweet, not a happy ending, established relationship

A/N: Please please be aware that this fic has some very heavy content, don't feel obliged to read if you could find it upsetting! That being said, this is as much about exploring the concept of Visitors' sentience that Jonathan Stroud introduced and building on what we saw with Annabel Ward as it is about the angst and the grief. This is dedicated to @bella-rose29 for mentioning the idea of ghost!reader and giving me inspiration (bonus angst: listen to Someone New by Freya Ridings while you read)

Word count: 4.9k (my longest fic yet!)

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear @honey-with-tea (let me know if you want adding or removing!)

The click of the key echoed through the house as you opened the door. Dusk was falling, the fine mist that had settled tinted a soft blue. As much as you didn't want to go inside, you fancied staying out here less.

“Don't linger, darling,” your boyfriend, Anthony, murmured as he passed over the threshold. His hand slipped into yours and he led you in. The house was cold and dim in the fading light, and from the fine layer of dust and lack of personal effects it was clear that it hadn't been inhabited for some time. It was a shame that the owner, who had seemed like a nice enough young woman, had had to move out of her family home, but you couldn't help but be grateful. You and Anthony had only just got your licences, and with no links to any agencies nor desires to join them you'd decided to try and set up your own. That took time, though, and money, and though Anthony had a little equity in his house you'd agreed to take a couple of small, private cases to make up as much as you could. That was how you found yourself here, ready to earn a reasonable sum in exchange for eliminating a lone Type Two. A few jobs like this would help set you up nicely.

The kitchen was slightly warmer than the rest of the house, the west-facing windows having allowed in the last of the sun before it dipped behind the trees in the distance. Together you set up your kit bags on the table - you didn't have much: a few handmade salt bombs, filings and chains, a few flares only in case of emergency (they'd cost far too much to waste) and of course your rapiers. Lockwood pulled something extra from his bag, a small plastic-wrapped packet. Bourbon biscuits.

“You're the best,” you smiled as he opened the packet and offered one to you, which you bit into quickly.

“I know,” he grinned back, brushing a stray crumb from your lip. You blushed.

The owner of the house had provided a floor plan, but her account of the Visitor had been so inconsistent and vague that it was difficult to pinpoint a possible location for the Source. Anthony spread the roll of paper across the table, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, peering over his shoulder at the diagram. There were two floors and a basement, but the latter had been gutted a month ago ready for renovation so there was nothing in there at present.

“Let's start upstairs and work our way back down,” Anthony suggested. “More likely to find something in one of the bedrooms.”

“True, but it's a lot of wasted time if we don't. Why don't we split up and take a floor each?”

His expression soured, and he moved closer, taking your hand again and rubbing small anxious circles above your thumb. “That's smart, but I hate the idea of leaving you on your own.” Even when he didn't agree with your ideas, he always found a way to compliment them. Just one of the things that made you love him all the more.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly. “It won't be for long, and I'll call for you the moment I find anything suspicious.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You leant forward and placed your lips delicately on his. He held you close, your hands on his chest, one of his on your waist and the other fidgeting with your necklace. It was one he'd bought for you, a small pink gemstone in a heart shape on a simple silver chain. His promise to always love and protect you. Not a day had gone by since that you didn't wear it. He nodded at last; he knew he would, he'd do anything you asked of him in a heartbeat. It still worried him not to be by your side, but he trusted that you were a good agent who could handle yourself and that you meant it when you said you'd call for him. His only condition was that if the Source was more likely to be upstairs, that would be where he'd look.

So it was that you found yourself, torch in one hand and the other on your rapier, exploring the ground floor. The silence was oppressive, seeping the confidence from you with every step. Not a ticking clock, not the creaking of the old building settling, not even the residual hum of electricity or plumbing, just the occasional thud from your boyfriend upstairs. Working quickly, you ruled out the dining room and bathroom. That left the lounge. The air smelled musty, and a shiver ran through you as you entered. That was never a good sign. You pulled out your thermometer and watched the temperature drop the further in you went.

“Anthony?” Your voice felt deafening against the quiet of the room, but you knew it hadn't been anywhere near loud enough to travel upstairs. No, this was silly, you could handle this. There were no signs of a spirit yet, for all you knew the change in temperature could be from the wind blowing down the chimney into the empty fireplace. You flicked the torch off, using your now free hand to hold your necklace, grounding yourself as you tuned in and listened. There was nothing at first. You wondered whether Anthony was having more luck upstairs; so far down here had been thoroughly useless. Maybe you should go and check on him. But then you heard it. A tragic, gut-wrenching wail, getting closer.

“Anthony?” you called again, louder this time but as steady as you could. There was movement above. He'd heard. So had the spirit, the wailing definitely nearby now. You pulled out your rapier.

The temperature plummeted.

A screech, so close you would have felt the breath on your neck had it come from a living being, made you whirl round. Your rapier clattered to the floor. Shit. Stay calm.

“Anthony!” you yelled, not caring how scared you sounded. His footsteps rattled down the stairs. He was so close.

You lunged towards your rapier.

The Visitor lunged towards you.

Lockwood was in the back bedroom when he heard his name. All his senses were immediately on high alert - you were the only person he allowed to call him Anthony, so he always reacted differently to his first name anyway, and under the circumstances hearing it immediately made him fear the worst.

“Y/n?” He crept out onto the landing, slowly pulling out his rapier and listening intently for any more noise. It was moments like these he was grateful not to be a Listener, he could focus on you and not the sounds of the house's history. He was only two steps onto the staircase when his name came again, louder and more panicked. Without a second thought he ran down the stairs, only holding back enough to make sure he didn't fall. His blood ran cold when he heard you scream.

You tried to both duck and spin as your hand came into contact with the hilt of your rapier. The blade sliced upwards, connecting with the Visitor, but it was too late. Its clawing grey hand clutched onto your shoulder moments before it disappeared. You screamed as tendrils of ice shot through you, radiating outwards from the spot. Through the fog of pain that had suddenly engulfed your brain you heard Anthony, close by now, yelling your name. You had to go to him. He'd know what to do. Everything would be okay.

You took one step, then another. Your torso was going numb, your entire arm having already fallen victim to the plasm which was turning your shoulder a violent shade of blue. One more step, and your legs gave out. You just about made out the silhouette of your boyfriend in the doorway, rushing towards you as you slumped to the ground.

“No, no, no, y/n!” Anthony's face swam into view, trying to mask his utter horror for your sake. “It's going to be okay, darling, I'll go and get help.”

The fingers of your good hand twitched towards his and he took it immediately, despite how cold it was. You struggled to focus on him through your tears, and noticed the same in his eyes. “Ant-” Your voice was failing fast.

“Shh, I've got you.” He cradled your head, his own tears mingling with yours on your cheek, but you could barely feel them. Almost everything was numb. The blue had spread across your chest, and the little pink heart stood out starkly against it. “I'm so sorry, my darling,” Lockwood said softly. He choked back a sob as he leant down, placing a kiss into your hair. You wanted to do the same, to speak to him, to do anything.

His face was the last thing you saw before everything went black.

—

You had no idea how much time had passed when your vision returned, a room slowly materialising in front of your eyes. It was a bedroom, filled with knick-knacks and bathed in a warm golden light. It looked familiar, but you hadn't been here when it went dark, you'd been… somewhere else. It was so hard to remember, but you knew there had been a dark, dusty room and a feeling of agonising cold. And a person. There'd been someone there, someone you needed to say something to. Now here you were, everything feeling so normal yet so bizarre; you were still you, still able to move and see and hear, but there was a disconnect between those sensations and reality. Nothing felt real. You looked around again, desperate for answers.

There.

Perched on the edge of the bed was a boy. His crisp white shirt was a stark contrast to his dishevelled dark hair, doleful brown eyes and the deep eyebags beneath. He looked exhausted, like he'd barely slept or eaten. There was something in his hand, balanced carefully on the tips of his fingers: a necklace, with a little pink heart. A spark of recognition bloomed in the back of your mind. That was your necklace. It was important. He had no right to be holding it. You drifted forward. The boy looked so familiar. Oh. The icy feeling rippled through your chest again, and you remembered. He'd been there when that feeling had taken over your body until you couldn't feel anything else. Rage boiled in your veins, and a snarl crept onto your face. But then, as quickly as it started, the anger subsided. He'd not caused it. He'd held you so gently, cried as everything faded. You knew him. You opened your mouth, finally ready to speak.

Lockwood stared at the tiny gemstone in his hand, unsure whether he wanted anything to happen this time. He'd secretly slipped it from you before DEPRAC had arrived, and spent the past few weeks periodically taking it out of the little silver-glass box in his bedside table. Part of him desperately wanted you to come back, to let him see you once more, but the other part knew it would hurt so much. What if you didn't recognise him and turned violent like so many Visitors? What if you didn't because you didn't recognise anything, just hung there as a shadow of your former self? What if you did, and he had to live with putting you back in the case and removing you from his life all over again?

The decision was made for him when a soft golden glow appeared in the corner of his bedroom. There you were. Tears welled in his eyes as the image of you sent him spiralling back to that day: your edges were a little fuzzy but everything else was the same, from your outfit to the scared look in your eye to the dark patch spreading from your shoulder. You looked at him now and he was relieved to watch you processing your surroundings. The person he knew was still in there, you weren't just a hollow shell. Suddenly you snarled and he flinched, fingers twitching towards the silver-glass case.

You moved closer.

You stopped.

Your face fell.

He watched the glimmer of recognition in your eyes, and the tears he'd been holding back spilled out along with all the things he'd wanted to say for months.

“Oh my darling, I'm so sorry. I should never have let this happen, I should have been there for you, and-”

He paused. You were mouthing something. Over and over. Your death loop, he presumed. God, just putting death in the same sentence as you stung.

“I'd give anything to be able to hear you right now,” he said, voice wavering. You stopped, giving him a sad look. The realisation that at the very least you could understand him, even if you couldn't communicate fully, hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Lockwood!” a boy's voice called from outside. You both looked at the door and your anger flared again. The boy on the bed shook his head.

“He's a friend,” he told you reassuringly, before calling back, “One minute, George!” You waited in the corner, puzzled. The boy, Lockwood (you knew that name, didn't you?), gave you an apologetic look. “I'm sorry, y/n, I've got to go. I'll explain soon, I promise.” He dropped the necklace into its little case and clicked it shut, and you watched the world dissolve.

—

You still weren't sure how much time had passed when you found yourself back in that bedroom, but it didn't feel like very long. The last rays of the sunset poked through the gaps around the drawn curtains, the room lit instead by a lamp on the bedside table. The boy, Lockwood, was sitting on the bed again holding your necklace, but this time he looked at you almost immediately. His hair was a little neater, his eyebags more pronounced.

“Hi,” he said quietly. “Sorry if I disturbed you, I don't… really know how this works.”

You knew he couldn't hear you, but you gave your message again anyway.

“Maybe I should see if George knows how to lip-read,” he chuckled wryly. The sound reminded you of home, wherever that was. Things were still hazy, but part of you had a feeling this was it. Here, with this boy. “Which reminds me,” he continued, “I did promise to tell you about him.”

You settled into the space in the corner, allowing Lockwood's low, gentle voice to wash over you. It was incredibly calming. George was his new housemate, he told you, who'd been living here for about a month. It was all very confusing - it had felt like both minutes and years had passed since you were last here and the same before that, but he explained that the other boy had moved into the house in mid-September, and the last time you'd been here was a week ago in late October. Where was all the time going?

“I have no idea whether you experience time when your Source is contained, whether you're aware of what's going on in between or remember things from last time,” he admitted. Source. You knew about those. They were what you'd been looking for that night in that dark old house. A spirit had been tied to it, and you had to seal the Source to get rid of it. But you'd failed and it had found you, and now… your chest tightened at both the memory and the realisation. Nothing felt real because you weren't. You were just a Visitor. You continued to listen numbly as Lockwood kept talking. Not much wonder he'd recoiled when you first appeared, he'd seen what the touch of a ghost had done to you and without knowing you'd almost inflicted the same fate. You vowed in that moment that no matter what, you'd never let that happen.

The next few months saw Lockwood getting you out every chance he got. Bit by bit, he helped restore your memories and did his best to accommodate you even though the two of you couldn't properly communicate. He set up a little daily tear-off calendar on his dresser so you could keep track of how long it had been between visits, and stored his kit bag in the bottom of his wardrobe so you could move more freely around the room. Eventually, you'd come to remember him more. Not just the events from the night you died, but him. Your boyfriend, Anthony. You wanted nothing more than to be close to him, to be a comforting presence, but you knew you couldn't. Not only because you couldn't touch, but because deep down you knew that as much as you treasured being able to keep him in your life (or rather, afterlife), you had to let him go sooner or later and he needed to do the same with you. He'd been followed around by grief since long before you met him, and you hated that you were adding to it. You were just glad to see him slowly improving week by week - his face was a little brighter, and it seemed George was making sure he stayed fed. You'd have to thank the other boy if you ever got chance. Anthony said the two of you would have got along if you'd met in life, and even now George's obsession with the Problem would have made him your biggest fan, but their friendship was too new and besides he wasn't a Listener either so you'd not be able to tell him anything.

“I've got something to show you,” Anthony announced as you materialised one sunny day in late spring. He sat down with a large pink folder and patted the space next to him on the bed. You tilted your head in confusion.

“Come on,” he sighed fondly, “you never had any sense of personal space before, don't start now. Just no hugging.”

You glowed a little brighter and drifted over, your legs disappearing into the mattress until your torso was level with his. Being careful where he positioned his arms, he angled the folder towards you. It was a photo album, labelled in handwriting you recognised as your own. Page by page, he took you through your memories, giving you time to linger on each one: you as a baby, then a toothy toddler with your first pet; your family and childhood friends; Polaroids of your first team in training to become agents. His hands trembled a little as he reached the next section. On the left were four photos: the team you'd transferred to, the one he'd been training with; a slightly blurry action shot of the two of you sparring for the first time; a goofy photo he'd taken of you cartwheeling down a grassy hill after a case; your team all proudly holding their Grade Four licences. On the other side, surrounded by two styles of hand-drawn hearts, was the two of you hugging on the steps of 35 Portland Row, Anthony's lips pressed in a smile against the top of your head. You remembered that sensation well, a frequent occurrence right up until the moment you died. The rest of the album was full of photos of the two of you, ones taken by others and candids you'd snapped of each other. You felt a pang of regret that you'd never get to take any more.

Anthony turned another page. Hold on. You knew for certain there were no more photos. You looked sideways at your boyfriend, and he gave you a bashful smile. Pasted across a double spread was a copy of a certificate from DEPRAC, confirming A.J. Lockwood & Co Investigators as a registered agency. Inspector Barnes, who you vaguely recalled meeting once or twice, had signed as the licensing authority. Anthony and George had put their names down as the founding members. But then underneath that, in Anthony's familiar hand, he had added an extra section. Honorary Member: y/n y/l/n.

He looked at you so lovingly. “We did it, darling.”

You would have reached for his hand if you could.

—

Weeks began to pass before Lockwood got you to visit again. He'd have spent every day with you, but business was good and he owed it to you to make a proper go of it. In the meantime, George talked incessantly about Visitors which gave Lockwood a chance to think about you. Each time he finally got to see you again he'd apologise profusely, and you'd repeat your death loop back to him. He tried so hard to figure out what you were saying - his Sight was good, you were as clear as day and he knew your every quirk and mannerism, but he just couldn't put the movements of your lips to the right sounds.

Everything changed the day he met Lucy Carlyle. From the moment she set foot in his living room, he felt like he was supposed to have met her. The feeling only grew when he gave her the interview tests - plenty of people had passed through, some with better Talents than others, but none had come even close to the Listening abilities of the girl before him. When she spoke of the gentleness she found in his uncle's pen-knife, he knew he had to hire her.

Lucy managed to defy even his high expectations on the Annabel Ward case. He kept his focus on the young woman's spirit hovering at the end of the corridor, rapier levelled in case the details of her aggressive nature were true, but he couldn't help but think of the first day he brought you back and how quickly you'd retreated and shown a level of sentience he'd never expected from a Visitor. Was this poor woman the same? Lucy's eyes were closed, listening intently.

“She's in pain,” she said softly.

“Of course she is, she's dead.”

“No, something's different.”

He was intrigued instantly. “What's different?”

She shushed him. “I can almost…”

Annabel launched forward, sending Lucy crashing through the wooden railing in her attempt to dodge the grasping hand. Déjà vu overwhelmed Lockwood, your pained eyes flashing across his mind as he staggered backwards.

No.

He'd already lived through this once and regretted the outcome every day since. Now was his chance to redeem himself. He sprang towards the ghost, fending her off with his rapier, pulling Lucy from her desperate grip on the picture frame as soon as the coast was clear.

“Did it touch you?” he asked in a panic as she clung to him.

“Course not, I'd be dead.” Didn't he know it. The more she explained how she'd connected with the spirit, the more sure he became. Later, when they experimented with Annabel's necklace and he listened to Lucy describe the scene in such detail, he knew for certain.

“He loves me. You love me, don't you?” Her hand stroked delicately across his cheek, and he fought the urge to lean into the touch. For that brief moment, he could pretend it was you, still with him, saying those words. Perhaps with Lucy's help, it could be.

—

It had been a while. The trees outside Anthony's window were tinted a beautiful copper. You couldn't wait to hear his updates this time.

“There's a sadness, but so much love too. She feels very kind.” That wasn't Anthony's voice. Something was wrong. There was a girl sitting beside him on the bed, holding a little pink heart on a chain. Your necklace. You grew defensive, preparing to strike.

The boy looked up and saw you glaring. “It's okay, darling.” The girl followed his gaze. “Lucy, this is y/n, my late girlfriend. Y/n, this is our new associate, Lucy. She's a Listener.” Ah. Finally. You settled back down and took in the girl properly. She was pretty, with a warm brunette bob and a blue jumper which made her eyes pop. She smiled up at you, a genuine friendly smile.

“Nice to meet you,” she said sweetly. Anthony gave her an encouraging nod. You noticed that he seemed a little nervous, but there was also a calmness to him that had been missing for the past year. If that was Lucy's influence, then she was alright in your eyes.

Anthony spoke to you again. “She's brilliant, connected with a Visitor on our last case and I thought maybe she could finally help us figure out what you've been trying to say.” You nodded in agreement, and the girl closed her hand around the necklace.

You weren't sure whether you were in Lucy's head or whether she was in yours. The two of you blended into one as she ventured into your memories. Anthony's room melted away around you, sending you back to that cold dark room. You bristled.

“It's a bit different having her in the room with us,” Lucy murmured, eyes closed. “Let me know if either of you need me to stop.”

Anthony glanced at you, flickering slightly but still present and unagitated. “We're okay, go on.”

Meticulously, she described what you were both experiencing, or in your case reliving. It was hard knowing you were getting closer to the agony all over again, but it was important for your boyfriend to finally have a chance for answers and closure, so you kept the inevitable moving along.

“Anthony?” Lucy said softly, the same way you had. By the look on his face, it seemed he was realising now what you had at the time - that you'd tried to call him and hadn't been loud enough, that if only you'd tried again straight away, maybe you'd still be alive. “Anthony?” she called again. “Anthony!” You heard your own scream echo in your mind, felt the cold grasping your shoulder. The boy reached out and gripped Lucy's free hand, never taking his eyes off you. The gesture was supportive for her, but meant for you too. A tear rolled down his cheek. Lucy's breathing was shallow.

“It hurts,” she gasped, “and she's scared.”

“I should have been there quicker.” His voice was shaking with emotion, barely able to get the words out.

“No, there's no anger. She knew you were coming, and having you there through the end was a comfort.”

Anthony swallowed thickly. “Her death loop. Can you hear it?”

She opened her eyes and watched you as you spoke, the words spilling from her lips a second after.

“It's okay. It's not your fault.”

The boy broke down, his sobs rattling through the small room. Lucy held out her arms and he folded into them. She threw you an apologetic glance, and you said it again to her. “It's okay. It's not your fault.”

They were still hugging when, with his and your permission, Lucy gently slipped your necklace back into its case.

—

Now that the secret was out, you really did become an honorary member of the agency. Sure, you couldn't exactly contribute to the cases, but other than that the whole team treated you as one of their own. Anthony always waited for your opinion on big decisions, which you could make quite apparent with how happy or angry your energy was. George was absolutely fascinated by you, and took every opportunity to quiz the others on your awareness of various things and how you reacted to his experiments. Lucy often got you out on her own to have another girl to talk to. In return, of course, she'd fill you in on any gossip they came across or funny things that happened on cases that the boys were too embarrassed to tell you about. Through it all, you watched the three of them grow into a little family. Anthony and Lucy especially had clicked with each other; they reminded you of how you and he had been. That realisation filled you with a mixture of relief and melancholy. You loved Anthony so much, all you wanted was for him to be happy, but you'd be lying if you didn't wish it was you putting the light back in his eyes.

He sat you down shortly after New Year. His face was sombre but hopeful, and he fidgeted with his ring. Part of you could already tell what was coming.

“I don't really know how to say this,” he began hesitantly, “but after everything we've been through, you deserve to hear it.” You waited patiently for him to find the words he needed. Really, you had all the time in the world.

After a few moments, he spoke again. “I promised to always love you, and I will still keep that promise until the day I die…” But. There had to be a but. “...but I really care about Lucy too, and I just-” He didn't need to finish the sentence. And technically he was single. And he stood a chance of having a life with her. And she wasn't going to keep him tied to his past and his grief.

“It's okay.” Now he knew what your death loop was, he could tell what you'd said, and the way you'd limited it to just those words was a reminder of how remarkably well you understood everything that was happening. How you were as close to being a person as you could be, how it wasn't close enough.

“Promise?”

You touched the hollow of your neck, where the outline of a little sparkling heart sat against the darkness.

He nodded in understanding and reached for the silver-glass case. “Thank you, darling.”

“It's okay.”

It's not your fault.

#lockwood & co #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #fem!reader #ghost!reader #angst #lockwood and co fic

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I still hate you… but less.

4:35 PM

It was only 4:35 PM when the principal's verdict had hit us like a bolt from the blue. After the heated argument with the unbearable Jenna Ortega, we were forced to stay at school for an extra two hours. But the worst part? It wasn't just for one day; it was for an entire week.

"I want to die," I sighed. My elbow rested on the desk, my head propped up by my hand as I watched the clock tick away the time.

Our Science teacher shot us a stern look. "Absolute silence, please. I'll be back at the end of detention," he warned, making it clear that any infractions would lead to further penalties. "If you attempt to escape, the detention will be extended by a week, and if you argue, another hour... understood?"

"Mmm-hmm," I muttered with boredom, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"Miss Ortega, did you understand?" the teacher turned his attention to the source of my frustration.

Jenna was sitting three desks away, her back against the wall, and from my vantage point, I could only see her profile. Ortega had her legs up on the table and earphones in her ears. It was as if she had erected an invisible wall between us, a clear sign of our tension.

"Ortega!" the teacher scolded with annoyance.

Jenna removed her earphones. "Yes, I understood," she replied through gritted teeth, clearly fed up.

"And remove your feet from the table," the teacher added with exasperation.

Jenna complied, and the teacher gave us one final glance before leaving the room.

I decided to pass the time by pulling out my notebook from my backpack, along with a pencil, and started drawing whatever came to mind. The punishment felt endless, and I needed something to distract myself.

As I drew, I scrutinized Jenna's profile more closely. She was clearly ignoring me, with earphones in her ears and a body posture that sent a clear message: she didn't want to talk at all.

My attention focused on her face, noting her upturned nose, heart-shaped lips, and slightly hollowed cheeks. But what struck me the most were her eyes. They were a deep brown, with long lashes framing them perfectly. They were physically flawless, and they captured the attention of anyone who gazed upon them.

My pencil began moving on the paper almost instinctively, creating lines and shadows that took shape. The graphite flowed on the page, delineating every detail of her brown eyes. Each individual eyelash seemed to come to life, capturing the imaginary light reflecting in her real eyes. It was as if I was trying to capture not only the physical appearance of her eyes but also the essence of what they might hide behind that distant expression.

I stuck out my tongue with a slight smile as I continued to draw, this time focusing on Jenna's eyebrows. She raised an eyebrow with confusion and shot me a glare, clearly feeling my gaze on her.

I increased the pressure on the pencil, creating heavy and precise lines as I outlined the curves of Jenna's eyebrows.

"What a pain," Jenna muttered and then stretched, yawning slightly.

In that motion, she lifted her hoodie slightly, revealing her perfectly flat stomach. I felt a bit embarrassed and quickly averted my gaze, my cheeks flushed, continuing to draw while only looking at my notebook. I had gotten the sketch I wanted, and now I wanted to fully concentrate on my work, trying to ignore the distractions around me. The tension between us was still palpable, but at least my drawing was taking shape as I desired.

This bitch has some nice facial features, despite being so insufferable I thought with a wry smile.

Her beauty was undeniable, even though her attitude was anything but amiable. It was a contradictory thought, but at least it helped me focus on my work and set aside the tensions.

"I must say I was wrong; you don't draw that badly," a voice murmured beside me.

"What do you want, Ortega?" I asked with a sigh, not in the mood for an argument.

Jenna had placed her hands on my desk, her head close to mine as she closely examined the contents of my notebook. Her breath was very close to my ear, her hair gracefully falling over her shoulders.

"Nothing from you, just the least I can do is see how you draw, considering that my eyes are on that notebook," she confessed in a bored tone.

The desire to draw faded.

Jenna, with a quick movement, sat in the desk next to mine. "Not drawing anymore?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"No, I feel a terrible presence by my side... very annoying, I must say," I muttered with faux irony.

Jenna burst into laughter.

"I don't understand why you've become so unbearable, you know?" I asked sincerely. "I remember that we were very close friends as children," I mumbled distractedly, smiling at the memory.

Flashback:

I was a little child using colored pencils, trying my best to color a car printed on a piece of paper.

"Wow, you're really amazing!" a voice came from my right, and I smiled when I saw a girl looking at my drawing.

That girl was completely covered in marker stains and seemed quite clumsy. "Can you teach me?" she asked with bright eyes. "Of course," I muttered absentmindedly, and the girl sat down next to me.

"I'm Jenna," the girl said with a big smile. "Y/N," I returned the smile. "I'm sure you and I will become great friends," she confessed, clumsily coloring the sheet.

"The best!" she added quickly, sticking out her tongue and running it over her lower lip.

"We're friends because I'm helping you draw?" I asked, intrigued and a bit confused.

She tilted her head to the side, looking at me curiously. "Isn't that what friends do?" she innocently asked.

End of the flashback.

The reminiscence of those happy moments with Jenna filled me with warmth, but at the same time, it made me feel the sadness of time passed and friendships lost. It was a missing puzzle piece that I had forgotten, and now I held it in my hands, hoping it could help resolve the current situation between us.

Jenna's fingers snapped in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Everything okay, weirdo?" she asked with a small smile.

"Yeah, pain in the neck," I muttered absentmindedly.

"Ugh... what can I say? Those were good times," she smiled, eliciting a faint smile from me.

"Do you remember the times we used to play Romeo and Juliet?" Jenna asked with a smile on her lips.

I chuckled, nodding. "How could I forget? You dressed me up as a prince and said we had to get married," I confessed, making Jenna blush.

"And that time I broke my arm falling from the tree?" she asked, amused.

"I'm sorry about that, it's my fault the ball ended up there," I admitted, remembering the moment when Jenna had tried to catch the ball thrown too high, ending up falling and breaking her arm.

"We were friends... for how long? 7 years?" I asked uncertainly.

"7 years and 4 months," Jenna murmured, surprising me.

"Can you explain why you've become like this?" I asked curiously.

Her smile faded. She crossed her arms around herself, almost embarrassed. "Do you really not remember?" she asked in a whisper.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"No," I honestly replied.

"And if I tell you... 'monkey arms'?" she asked, making a grimace.

I widened my eyes in realization.

I couldn't believe it... Jenna had become so unbearable because of a comment I made when we were 12 years old. We were in the gym, ready for our physical education class.

"Hey, Jen," I called my best friend.

Jenna turned toward my direction, looking at me with a smile on her face and bright eyes.

"Tell me," she asked, adjusting her short-sleeved shirt.

"Have you heard the new song 'Dance Monkey'?" I asked, barely holding back my laughter.

"Yes?" she asked unsurely.

"With those arms, it's definitely your song," I exclaimed, making the girls in the locker room burst into laughter.

I was clearly joking. But Jenna looked at me with flushed cheeks and teary eyes, grabbed her hoodie, and rushed out of the locker room. That moment of light teasing had a much deeper impact than I could have ever imagined.

"Oh, crap," I looked at Jenna with wide eyes, incredulous.

"You made my life impossible because of a comment from when we were kids?" I asked, unable to believe it.

Jenna shrugged without thinking, looking at me with narrowed eyes. "Because of you, I'm still afraid to wear short sleeves," she confessed.

I analyzed her outfit again: an oversized hoodie that completely covered her arms.

"Damn... Jen, I was just joking! I didn't mean to cause all this drama," I muttered absentmindedly, taking her hand to uncover her arm.

"What are you doing?" she asked in panic.

"Showing that you look amazing regardless," I muttered absentmindedly, trying to address her insecurities.

Jenna blushed, and she seemed almost on the verge of a panic attack. "See?" I asked with a nervous smile.

I ran my fingers along her arm, feeling like a complete idiot for making this girl feel bad for years. I had never thought that such a joke could ruin a friendship.

Jenna broke free from my grasp and got up from the desk, seeing that the science teacher had returned to the classroom, ending our punishment.

"See you tomorrow, loser," Jenna muttered, a small smile on her lips.

In the end, now I knew why Jenna detested me so much. In the end, the responsible, clueless idiot was just me.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday addams x reader #miércoles addams #wednesday x you #bully #hate this #enemy to lovers

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