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tobesolonely · 4 years ago

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it’s not christmas ‘til you come home

a/n: hello!! please enjoy this piece from my dad!harry universe! (u dont have to read any of them for it to make sense, but it would be cool if u did! loosely based on it’s not christmas ‘til you come home by norah jones <3 hope you enjoy! thank u to @harryysstyless for beta reading for me!! happy holidays everyone :)

warnings: SMUT, a bit of angst <3 word count: ~5.1k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

December 23rd, 2:00 PM

For as long as you and Harry have been in a relationship, you’ve never not spent a Christmas together.

Before expanding your family, you and he used to hop from party to party every Christmas Eve. Both of you would be absolutely trashed by the time Harry’s driver would drop you off at his house in the early hours of the morning. You’d sleep in until approximately noon, willing your hangovers to go away before finally making it down the stairs and into the kitchen to prepare two steaming cups of coffee. The two of you would then make your way into the living room and exchange gifts (where Harry always went way over the budget you’d set).

Once you had your first child, Allison, your yearly tradition of party hopping and getting so drunk you could hardly put one foot in front of the other was no more. Instead, you and Harry opted for calm nights in, watching Christmas movies and drinking hot cocoa until she eventually grew tired and got carried up to bed. You would wait an hour or so before springing into action, playing Santa and setting out all of the gifts she asked for and then some. Harry never forgot to take a big bite out of the cookie and carrot left out for Santa and his reindeer.

This tradition stayed the same once your second baby, Oliver, was born. Even though he was too young to know what was going on, Harry was still excited to spoil him rotten this year as it was his first Christmas. However, given the current state of the world, you were afraid Harry would not be here for the first time ever.

“Mumma, when’s daddy coming home?” your six-year-old, Ally, asked for what had to be the seventh time that afternoon. “I made him a drawing for his gift ‘nd I can’t wait for him to see it!”

“Let me see what you drew for Daddy, love bug,” you say cheerily, purposefully glossing over her question. Ally proudly holds her drawing up next to her face. She looks up at you with wide eyes, awaiting a compliment from you.

“That’s gorgeous, bug! Daddy’s gonna love it,” you inform her. “Maybe you can stick a lil’ bow on it and set it under the tree for him, hmm?”

“Good idea, Mumma!” Ally runs to the box where you kept all the supplies for gift wrapping, digging around for a pink bow to stick on the corner of her drawing.

While she’s preoccupied with finding the perfect bow to place on her drawing for Harry, you take a quick glance at your phone. He still hadn’t gotten back to you since last night’s quick conversation when he very briefly mentioned he didn’t know if he’d be able to make it home.

He was filming in Los Angeles. You shared your uncertainties about him going before he departed but in the end, this was an opportunity you didn’t want him to miss out on. You read the Los Angeles Times free articles on your phone daily, keeping track of the state of the pandemic in Southern California. You knew it was much worse there than it was at home in London. You feared what you were afraid of was sadly bound to happen— Harry may get stuck in LA.

You didn’t want to say anything to your curious daughter because communication with him had been so sparse. You didn’t know anything for certain yet. But what were you supposed to think? You knew flying nationally wasn’t a good idea at the moment, never mind internationally.

“Hey bug, d’ya think you can watch your brother for a moment? Mumma’s gotta go make a phone call.”

You hear your daughter let out a slightly irritated sigh. “I suppose I can, Mumma.” Ally responds with a voice laced with exasperation. You chuckle slightly under your breath at your overly dramatic (much like her dad) six-year-old and head into the kitchen, quickly dialing your husband’s familiar number.

“Hello?”

You let out a sigh of relief upon hearing Harry’s low, hoarse voice.

“Hi, honey. Just checkin’ in to see how things are going…” you hear shuffling on his end. “It’s December 23rd, you know.”

“I know, love.”

“Did I wake you?”

“Six in tha’ mornin’ here.”

“I’m sorry, H. S’just Allison keeps on askin’ when you’ll be home and ‘m just so worried you won’t make it home on time and you’ll miss Oliver’s first Christmas—“

“Darling,” Harry interrupts your anxiety-fueled ramble. “‘M gonna make it home. Have I ever not been there when I said I would?”

“No,” you say quietly. “I’m just worried, Harry. I hear traveling is going to get very strict because they’re trying to prevent people from going anywhere for Christmas…”

“Fine, then I’ll get my own plane with jus’ me and a pilot. Wear a mask the entire time and whatnot. Yanno I can make that happen if it’s necessary, pet.”

Harry’s calm demeanor about the whole situation brings you a bit of peace. Perhaps you were catastrophizing something that wasn’t as big of a deal as you thought it was a mere two minutes ago. If he wasn’t worried about not making it home, you didn’t see any reason to stress about it— not for one second longer.

“Okay then,” you reply, still a bit wary of his travel plans. “What shall I tell your daughter? She’s drivin’ me up the walls asking where you are every twenty minutes.”

Your husband lets out a breathy laugh, causing you to giggle along with him. “Tell her not to eat up all the Christmas cookies before I get a taste of one.”

December 24th, 8:45 AM

Part of you was hoping you’d wake up on Christmas Eve and Harry would be tucked into bed next to you, plump lips parted, the sound of his snores the only noise in the room. However, you were a rational woman, if nothing else. You knew he wouldn’t be by your side when you woke up.

You make your way down the hall and peek inside your son’s room. He was fast asleep, plump thumb in his mouth. You smile at your sleeping baby and gently close the door behind you, deciding to let him sleep in a bit longer before waking him up to feed him.

Next, you walk to your daughter's room, gently pushing open the door in case she was still sleeping. Instead, you find her sat at her desk, deeply focused on what appeared to be another drawing.

“Good morning, lovebug,” you greet your daughter in a sing-songy voice. “You’re up early. What are you working on?”

“Makin’ a letter for Santa,” she replies, not bothering to look up from what she was doing.

“A letter for Santa?” You start racking your brain for anything you and Harry could’ve possibly forgotten to get for Ally, but you finished your Christmas shopping for your children way back in November.

“Yes,” she answers matter-of-factly. “‘M askin’ him to make sure my Daddy is home by tonight so we can eat cookies together and watch Toy Story, Mumma.”

“I’m sure Santa will make that happen for you,” you reassure her. “You’ve been a very good girl this year, been so helpful with Olly and doin’ so well in school. The least Santa can do is get you whatever you want.” You see her smile as she digs around in her crayon box.

“Can we wait ‘til Daddy gets home to make Santa’s cookies, Mumma?”

“Sure we can, bug,” Ally claps her hands together excitedly, bouncing around in her tiny chair. “Gonna go make some pancakes, does that sound yummy?”

“Can we have chocolate chip pancakes please?”

“Are you askin’ me that because your dad isn’t here to throw a fit about it?” You give her a knowing smile, causing her to giggle.

“Maaaaybe…” Your daughter turns to face you, swinging her legs back and forth.

“If I make your chocolate chip pancakes, you can’t tell your dad. Deal?” You hold up your pinky. Ally gets up and runs to you and you bend down slightly so she can link her finger with yours.

“I pinky promise, Mumma!”

“Our little secret, yeah?” she nods. “Keep an ear out for your brother for me, bug. I’ll be downstairs.”

December 24th, 3:00 PM

“Love? ‘M afraid I got some bad news...”

As soon as Harry’s voice comes through on the other line, you can tell whatever news he’s about to share with you won’t be what you’re wanting to hear.

“What is it?”

It’s silent for what feels like entirely too long. You get up from your position on the couch next to Ally, telling her you’ll be right back. After breakfast, she convinced you to watch Toy Story with her, which quickly turned into a whole Disney movie marathon.

“Not so sure I’ll be able to make it home.”

You’re not sure if it’s his calm tone that bothers you, the fact that you didn’t want him to go to Los Angeles in the first place, or simply the fact that you and your children missed him terribly and haven’t seen him in nearly a month–– but your mood changes from relaxed to undeniably outraged in three seconds flat.

“You’re kidding.” Your tone is sharp, venomous. Harry once again takes a moment before responding, knowing that the current tone of your voice means he’d best proceed with caution.

“‘M not, love. I woke up early and everything to try and get this sorted out, it’s 7 AM so I was gonna try and catch an early flight––”

“I told you I didn’t want you going to LA,” you cut him off, voice rising slightly. “You knew how bad the pandemic was getting there. I told you this would happen.”

“What do you suppose I do then, Y/N?” His tone is becoming equally as sharp. “Y’want me to tell ‘em, “Sorry, I don’t give a fuck about the travel restrictions. My wife wants me home so let's make it happen!” ‘S that what you want me to do?”

“Don’t be a smartass, Harry,” you spit. “I’ll give the phone to your daughter and you can tell her you won’t be home in time for Christmas, then.”

“Y/N…” his tone is calm again. Fearful. “Don’t make me do that.”

“She woke up early to write a letter to Santa to tell him she wants you home by tonight, Harry,” your tone softens as well. “Even Olly has been asking for you. Swear his new favorite word is ‘dada’.” He laughs at this as do you, and the shared tension that was present just minutes ago dissipates.

“Just… lemme try a few more things before I tell her, yeah?”

“Harry, it’s already three here,” you gently remind him. “Even if you do make it home today, she’ll be asleep by the time you’re home. I think you just need to tell her.”

Your husband sighs, knowing you were undeniably correct. “Alright. Give Allison the phone, please.”

December 24th, 8 PM

“Almost time for you to head to bed soon, yeah Allybug?” Your daughter lets out a loud sigh in response, not shifting her gaze from the television to you. Ever since Harry told her he wouldn’t be home in time to eat cookies with her, she’s hardly said a word. She’s never experienced a Christmas Eve without her father so understandably, she was missing him tonight.

You shift Olly, who was falling asleep nursing on your lap, into a different position so you could face your daughter directly. From your new position, you can see just how tired she looks.

“‘M not sleepy, Mumma. Gonna stay up and wait for Daddy,” she informs you of her new plans. “When Daddy is home that’s when it’s time for bed.”

“Ally, remember what Daddy told you on the phone earlier? Santa won’t come unless you go to sleep.”

“I don’t wanna sleep,” she’s quickly starting to grow upset. “Not until Daddy tucks me in!”

You purse your lips, not wanting to argue with your headstrong daughter when your son was so close to drifting off into his nightly milk coma. Turning your attention back to the movie that was quietly playing on the television, you decide to drop it for now and try again later.

December 24th, 9:05 PM

Not more than an hour later, Olly is upstairs in his crib fast asleep whilst Ally is still laying on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, fighting sleep. She was determined to stay up until her father walked through the front door, and you knew getting her to agree to go to bed was going to be a battle and a half.

“You’re not ready to go to bed yet, Ally?” Her eyes fly open once she hears you addressing her.

“Not yet, Mumma. ‘M not sleepy yet.” Her words are a little slurred due to the exhausted state she was in. You hum in response.

“Could’ve sworn your eyes just shut for a minute there,” you pause for a second to see if she’ll look your way. “Must’ve just been my old lady eyes playin’ tricks on me, y’think?”

“I wasn’t sleeping!” She immediately defends herself, frown lines indenting her forehead. “Can we drink more hot chocolate?”

You knew if you wanted your daughter to fall asleep within the hour, another sugar rush wasn’t the best idea. You instead offer her a hot cup of sleepytime tea and she excitedly agrees once you tell her it’s her father’s favorite type of tea to drink at bedtime. You place her down on the kitchen counter while you fill the kettle and wait for it to whistle.

“What are you looking forward to the most from Santa, bug?”

Her eyes light up at your question. “Well, I really want a new bike! ‘Member Mumma? How I asked him for a pink bike? And I also want a cool swing set! Since we haven’t been able to go to the park in so long,” her smile falters and she looks down at her dangling feet. “I want Daddy to come home the mostest, though.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to break in two upon hearing your daughter admit that Harry being home would be the greatest gift of all. “So do I, lovebug. He’ll be here in the mornin’ to watch you and your brother open all the gifts Santa got you though, don’t you worry.”

For everyone’s sake, you hoped that was true.

December 24th, 11:50 PM

Sleep wasn’t coming easy.

You finally got your daughter to bed at around ten o’clock and waited thirty minutes before laying out your children’s gifts. It took much longer than it usually did considering you had to do it all on your own. Harry was usually the one to quickly assemble the larger toys while you laid everything out around the living room.

Despite it taking longer than desired, you were proud that you got it all done without waking your children up. Consequently, that meant you were now left all alone with your thoughts considering you had no more tasks to occupy yourself with.

You kept contemplating calling Harry, but you weren’t sure if he was busy on set or not. Surely he was immersing himself in work to distract himself from the fact he would not be spending Christmas with his family.

Deciding you may need a cup of the sleepytime tea you offered Allison earlier, you quietly get out of bed and open your door, sock-clad feet padding softly against the wooden floors. It’s unnervingly silent in your home–– the tea kettle coming to a boil being the only source of noise. You keep unlocking and re-locking your phone, finally deciding to call your husband to see how he’s spending his day. It goes to automatic voicemail.

You assume the reason for this must be that he’s busy filming on set and set your phone down with a sigh, standing on your tiptoes to retrieve a mug from the cabinet. You mutter a slew of curse words under your breath intended for Harry who always puts the mugs up far too high even though you tell him not to.

Right as you begin pouring the now boiling water into your teacup, the faint jingling of your front door causes you to startle so badly that you nearly drop the kettle on the ground. You try to think back to everything Harry ever told you to do in the event of an intruder but your mind goes blank from fright. Deciding to use the scalding water as your weapon, you slowly creep towards the door, your only plan being to fling the water on whoever it was as soon as they got the door open. As soon as you hear the lock click, you flick the lid open that covers the spout and draw your arm back.

“Shit––”

“Harry?”

Your husband jumps slightly, his eyes blinking rapidly in an effort to adjust to the dark living room. You reach beside him and quickly turn on the light, shakily letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He looks exhausted, his hair is an absolute mess, and his eyes are red from sleep deprivation–– but he’s home. You set the tea kettle down on the coffee table and fling yourself into his arms, breathing in the scent of the man you haven’t seen in a month. He drops his bags at his feet so he can properly embrace you, pulling you into him.

“Merry Christmas, darling,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head and stays like that for a moment saying nothing, just breathing you in. “Missed ya so fuckin’ much.

“How? I thought…” you trail off. “You said that they said…”

Harry laughs quietly. “Remember what I told ya? I said to ‘em, ‘Don’t give a fuck about your travel restrictions! M’wife wants me home.’” You laugh at him, knowing he was far too kind to talk to anyone that way.

“Yeah, okay,” you reply sarcastically. You pull him in for another hug, placing wet kisses along his jawline. “I’m so happy you’re home. The kids are gonna be over the moon, especially Allison.” Harry hums, surveying the room.

“Looks like you did a good job in here, Mrs. Claus. See ya even assembled some toys all by yourself,” he quirks an eyebrow. “Were you jus’ pretendin’ not to know how to do it all these years so I’d be stuck with all the hard labor?”

“Maybe.”

He pulls you back into him, tickling your sides. “My sneaky girl,” he bends down so his lips are level with your neck and sucks gently, causing you to let out a quiet moan. You see his eyes land on the tea kettle that was sitting forgotten on the coffee table. “Making a cuppa? Can I have one? ‘M freezin’.”

“I can think of something else we can do to get you warmed up,” you reach for his hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “If you know what I’m gettin’ at.”

“Hmm…” Harry releases one of his hands from your grip and taps at his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Not too sure I can say I know what you’re sayin’. Maybe you should just tell me?”

You frown. “You’re really gonna make me say it, huh?”

“Y’know I’d give you the entire world if you asked me for it. All you gotta do is tell me what you want from me and it’s yours–– ‘m sure you’ve known that since the first day we met, though.” Harry takes a step back, crossing his arms across his chest. Even in his thick winter coat, you can see the way his biceps flex, and it makes you even more feral for him.

“Fine,” you say quietly, feeling yourself start to grow shy under his intense gaze. “I’m kinda... in the mood.” You say it so softly that it would most likely be inaudible to Harry if he wasn’t standing mere inches away from you. Harry throws his head back in laughter and you quickly shush him, not wanting any of your children to wake up.

“In the mood? C’mon, pet,” he uncrosses his arms and reaches for one of your hands. “Tha’s not tellin’ me what you want from me. Tell me exactly what you want, lovie.”

“You know what I want, H,” you tell him with a hint of annoyance in your voice. “It’s been a month. Yanno I want you to fuck me, why are you makin’ me say it?”

Harry gives you a shit-eating grin. “You jus’ said it. I didn’t make you say anything.”

You roll your eyes at his immaturity, already in the process of lifting your nightshirt (one of his old t-shirts that’s become just a little too tight on him) over your head. “Are we gonna get to it or not? Because if not, I’ll just go back to makin’ myself some tea and call it a night––”

Harry takes half a step towards you and reaches up to cup your face, colliding his lips with yours. His lips are a little chapped and taste of his favorite rose lip balm. You feel your body relaxing into the kiss, knees going weak as he walks you back onto the couch.

“You’ve been eatin’ up all the sugar cookies, haven’t you? Can taste it on ya. Thought those were for Santa,” he’s pulled away from you to examine your face. “A bit naughty of you, wouldn’t ya say?”

“Please stop referring to yourself as Santa when we’re about to have sex, Harry.”

“You’re not bein’ very kind to the person that’s about to go down on you, are you?” He sucks harshly on the valley between your breasts, wanting to be sure a deep-colored bruise will appear on your skin later. “That’s okay. It is Christmas, after all. ‘M in a giving mood.”

“Stop talking and get to it then.”

Harry slides off the couch and onto his knees in between your legs, gently kissing your thighs. “Cute pair of undies–– s’like you knew I was comin’ home tonight.” Before you can respond Harry’s fingers are tugging at the waistband of your underwear, eager to get them off of you. He presses light kisses to your core, mumbling about how much he missed the smell of you and how sweet you tasted.

One hand is resting across your stomach while the other one is in between your folds, spreading you open. You try squeezing your thighs around his head, overwhelmed by the feeling of your husband’s lips around your clit after being away from him for so long, but he removes his hand from your stomach and pushes your thighs back apart.

“Feels so good,” you’re breathless, tangling your fingers in Harry’s hair as his hollowed cheeks begin to suck more roughly on your clit. “Missed you so much. Missed this–– us.”

Harry pauses momentarily to look up at you. “I know, angel. God, do I know.” He attaches his lips back on you, swirling his tongue around your clit as you choke back your moans. The hand that is holding you open moves down to toy at your slit as he wordlessly checks to see if you’re okay with his fingers being in you.

“Please,” you say softly, encouraging his next move. He spits on his index and pointer finger before slowly sliding both of them in you, immediately curling them up. “Oh, Harry. Fuckin’ love when you do tha’...”

“Know you do,” His response is curt, simple. He’s focused on the task at hand–– getting you off. He uses the hand that’s lying across your stomach to rub tight circles on your clit, sensing you’re nearing your orgasm from the way you’re starting to clench around him. “Such a good girl fo’ me, darlin’. Gonna make a mess on my fingers in a second, aren’t you?”

You nod as you try to control your breathing and the loudness of your moans. The last thing you wanted was for your daughter to come down to inspect the source of the noise. “Fuck, Harry.”

“Come on, darlin’,” he gently pinches your clit, causing your body to jolt at the sensation. “Gimme a good one. A lil’ welcome back gift for me, hmm?”

Your hips are bucking up to the rhythm of his fingers slipping in and out of you as your orgasm quickly approaches. “Har, I’m close…” it comes out sounding more like a warning than a statement. He moves the two fingers he has inside of you in a back and forth motion, coaxing your first orgasm out of you.

“Tha’s my girl,” he whispers, not stopping his movements even as your back arches as your first orgasm rolls over you like a giant wave. “Givin’ me a good one jus’ like I knew you would. Jus’ like you always do. M’ sweet girl.” As you’re starting to still, Harry pulls his fingers out of you and holds them up to your mouth, instructing you to suck them clean.

You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can properly lean in to steal a kiss from him and notice a rather sizable tent has formed in his pants. Harry gives you a sheepish grin as he palms himself, hissing from the feel of his palm against his cock.

“Want me to do somethin’ about that?” You scoot over on the couch and pat the spot next to you, signaling for your husband to sit beside you. He lifts himself from his seated position, stretching his legs out a bit before plopping down beside you.

“Are you offerin’ me a blowie?”

“I mean, yeah?”

“Can we skip that an’ you can jus’ ride me instead? Think I’d quite like that.”

“Oh you would, would ya?”

Harry nods and unzips his pants, taking himself out. He licks his hand and gives himself a few pumps. “Still on birth control, I’m assuming?”

You roll your eyes as you move to straddle him. “Only been gone for a month, Harry. Of course ‘m still on it, you goof.”

“Can never be too careful. I don’t think now’s a good time for another lil’ one, do you? Think we should at least celebrate Oliver’s first birthday before we try for another one.” His hands are on his hips as he lines you up over his cock, helping you slowly sink down. You missed the burn of him which was even more intense than it usually was considering it’s been a while since he’s taken you.

“I think you’re right,” you reply. You rest your head on his shoulder while you adjust to the size of him, needing to take a moment to yourself before attempting to move. After a short adjustment period you begin rolling your hips, grinding against him in a way that was also bringing pleasure to your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your last orgasm.

Harry’s eyes are fixated on the way your breasts bounce in front of him, the way your stomach slightly jiggles each time you crash back down onto him. His lips are caught in between his teeth; you’re hoping he doesn’t break any skin so you don’t have to hear him whine about how badly the bruise hurts him later.

“Ridin’ me like your life depends on it,” Harry mutters. “Fuckin’ love takin’ you like this, angel. So fuckin’ deep.”

You simply hum in agreement, brain far too foggy to form a coherent sentence. Harry notices your movements starting to become smaller, lazier, so he puts his hands on your hips and decides to take over. He’s thrusting up into you like you’ll up and run away from him if he doesn’t give it his all. He cups your face with one hand and gently guides you towards him, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your lips.

“Fuck, H,” your eyes are squeezed shut and your wrap your arms around his neck, feeling your second orgasm quickly approaching. “Rub my clit please, almost there.”

Harry’s fingers immediately come down to rub at your slick nub, not faltering his relentless pace in the slightest. “Clench around me again, lovie,” his voice is higher than usual, whiny, and you know your husband is just as close as you are. “Love when you do tha’, jus’ need you to do it one more time.”

You do as he wishes once more, knowing once he cums you’ll be directly behind him. Harry lets out a string of expletives as he releases inside of you, pulling you tightly against his chest as he rides out his orgasm. You continue riding him, not slowly down as you chase your own release next.

“Harry,” you’re in a trance-like state, chanting his name over and over as you bring yourself over the edge. “Harry, fuck!”

“That’s my good girl,” he says quietly, rubbing your back as you rest your head on his shoulder while you catch your breath. You feel him beginning to soften inside of you so you lift yourself off and lay back on the couch, legs still shaking. It’s quiet for a couple of minutes as the two of you reveal in the afterglow of your orgasms, Harry gently running his fingers along your leg.

“Round two in the shower?”

December 25th, 6:42 AM

“Mumma! Santa came and he left lots of toys–– Daddy?”

Harry lets out a dramatic “oof!” as Ally jumps onto him, pulling the covers back. Her eyes are wide and she giggles are Harry pulls her into one of his infamous bear hugs, placing kisses all over his face.

“Mornin’, love bug! What’re you doin’ up so early?”

“It’s Christmas, Daddy! Santa came!” she sits back on her feet, a confused look on her face. “Did Santa bring you on his sleigh last night after me ‘n Olly went to bed?”

“Y’know what? He told me to keep it a secret, but he did,” Allison gasps in response to his news as she processes it, placing a little hand over her mouth. Harry sits up and gets out of bed, scooping her up in the process. “How ‘bout we go make Mum a cuppa before we see what Santa got for you and Olly? Tha’ sound good? Let’s let them sleep for a while longer, hmm?”

As you hear them exit the room you take a second to reflect on how lucky you are to spend another Christmas with you beautiful family before drifting back off into a deep, albeit short, sleep.

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neerasrealm · 4 years ago

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I am enabling you

BAND AU BAND AU. SO GLAD I GET TO WRITE ABT THIS YEEEEEEE i kinda lost motivation towards the end but dfvsdgfhsd its fiiiiine. i got a couple more ideas for this au so...expect a couple more fics?? maybe??

Jason wasn’t sure if he could call the room a ‘practice room’. It felt more like a lounge. The walls were checkered with soundproof foam in places, as was the floor. There were also a lot of things hanging up on the walls. Posters of various rock bands and cult classic movies, all framed of course. The room was littered with instruments. Guitars, basses, a keyboard, a drumset, microphones- any instrument one could need, it was there. But there was also a lot of comfy furniture. Bean bags, a couple armchairs that had been dragged out of the trash, and of course, the old reliable sofa. It was stained and the springs were starting to break, but it was comfy, and Jason was quite happy lounging across it. He kicked his foot calmly in time to the beat of the music quietly playing from his boyfriend’s record player. He sighed and glanced over at the boyfriend in question. His name was Zalgo, and he had copper-brown skin and fluffy brown hair that was dyed red at the tips. Tattoos swirled up his arms and another stretched across his neck. He was covered in piercings too. His ears, his nose, a couple on his eyebrows, even a snakebite on his lower lip. His eyes were closed, and he was lounging in a big bean bag, a weed joint clenched between his teeth.

‘’They’re late again.’’ he murmured.

‘’Nnh?’’ the joint flicked upward as Zalgo grunted.

‘’The girls. We were supposed to have a practice session,’’ he looked down at the watch on his wrist. ‘’Twenty minutes ago.’’

‘’Mmmh…’’ Zalgo shifted in the bean bag, then abruptly jumped up in a startlingly quick movement. He stretched and groaned, then pulled the joint out of his mouth, smacking his dry lips. He looked over at Jason. He was wearing contacts again. These ones were golden and bright, and accentuated how...alluring, his gaze could be. His mouth curled up into a small grin. ‘’Just means more time for you and me.’’ he murmured as he walked slowly over to the couch where Jason sat. The redhead smirked at him as he leaned down toward him.

‘’...You’re getting old.’’ Jason murmured before shoving Zalgo’s face away. The other man groaned and swatted at him before breaking into laughs.

‘’I am not! I am just as cool and as sexy as senior year! Girls love me!’’

‘’You’re gay, Zalgo. And almost thirty.’’

‘’Hmph.’’ Zalgo puts his hands on his hips, pouting. Jason looked him over for a long moment. Zalgo had certainly kept his style from highschool. He wore a loose cut black tank top with a metal band’s logo on it. The neck was low, exposing his collar and the necklaces he wore around his neck. He was also wearing black ripped jeans with a studded belt with chains hanging off it. Almost every finger on his hand was decorated with a ring shiny ring. He was attractive, and carried himself with a confident flare only he could pull off. Jason could never pull that off. Showing so much skin, playing with makeup- it wasn’t his thing. He stuck with classic jeans, button-ups and ties with sneakers. Simple, yes, but it worked for him. And somehow Zalgo thought he was handsome enough to have dated him for over ten years. Jason smiled a bit and settled back in his seat.

‘’Do you...want to sit down?’’ he asked slowly. Zalgo looked down at him and grinned. He moved to lay down beside Jason, but the redhead put his hand on his chest and stopped him. ‘’...give me the joint first.’’

Zalgo huffed and rolled his eyes. He handed his boyfriend the joint and lay down, snuggling up against Jason as he took a drag of the joint. He sighed out, smoke blowing from his mouth. Zalgo looked up at him, watching him calmly. He reached up and caressed the other male’s jawline. ‘’...anyone ever tell you you’re fucking beautiful?’’

‘’No, my mother didn’t love me.’’

‘’PFFFFFT-’’ Zalgo wheezed loudly, bursting into loud cackles of amusement. Jason smiled and laughed gently. They were so distracted with just laughing on the couch like a couple of stupid dumb teens that they didn’t hear the front door being opened. They did however, hear it being slammed shut without warning, and it scared Zalgo so bad he fell off the couch with a yelp. The two stared at each other as they heard voices in the front hall downstairs. Zalgo grinned and rolled over onto his stomach, listening intently to the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs toward them. Zalgo skittered across the room and pressed himself against the wall beside the door.

Jason took a drag of the joint and watched the door, which was quickly and violently kicked open.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS UP KYLE?!"

He blew smoke out of his mouth. "Hello Natalie." He greeted calmly. Natalie was a short girl, with long caramel hair and tanned skin. Her eyes were bright and green, and she grinned wide at him. She was dressed in a denim jacket that hung off her shoulders, along with a white Guns N' Roses t-shirt and ripped navy jeans. As she waved her hands excitedly Jason could see the watch around her wrist glint in the light. A birthday gift he'd given her a few years ago.

"There you are!" Zalgo lunged out from behind the door and yanked his niece into a tight bear hug. She squealed and battered her fists against him, making the both of them giggle. Jason glanced over at the door and noticed a girl he'd never seen before, standing there looking around anxiously.

She had curly ginger hair and wore a simple green jacket with denim jeans. She was shorter than Natalie, who was short enough for a seventeen year old already. When she caught Jason's gaze she smiled nervously and waved a bit. Her smile quickly dropped however when she noticed the joint in Jason's hand. He glanced at it, then reached over and snuffed it out in the ashtray on the end table beside him. Zalgo would probably be mad about him wasting good weed later, but he didn't really care.

"This a friend of yours, Natalie?" The redhead asked as he sat up on the couch.

"This is Alice." Said a tall girl as she walked into the room and leaned against the doorway. Her name was Jane, and she was Natalie's girlfriend. She had dark skin, decorated with paler splotches in random places. She wore a long black dress with a leather jacket, fishnet gloves and tights, and platform boots that made a satisfying 'clunk' noise when she walked. Her hair was done up in braids, which were tied up in a pseudo ponytail. And she was also munching on a teacake that she'd definitely stolen from the kitchen. Jason glared at her.

"I told you to ask before taking those, y'know." He muttered. Jane shrugged and watched Natalie stumble out of the tight hug she'd been suffocating in. She turned to Alice with a grin and lunged over, slinging an arm over the smaller girl.

"This is Alice!" She said again. "She's part of the drama club in school. Really good singing voice!" She turned to the ginger girl. "Right? You're an amazing singer!"

"U-Um-" Alice rubbed at her arm anxiously. "I'm not...that good…" she mumbled, her head lowering. Jason softened as he looked at the poor, nervous girl.

"Nice to meet ya, Alice." Zalgo said gently. He walked over and crouched down, holding out his hand for her to shake. Alice stared at his arm.

"Your tattoos are so cool-" she blurted. She immediately slapped her hands over her mouth, wincing. Zalgo chuckled.

"Why thank you! I'm pretty proud of em myself." He said with a warm smile. "So you're Nat's friend?"

"I...guess," Alice rubbed at her arm again. "She uh- she said she wanted me to...join a band…? I-I dunno if I'm really cut out for that…"

Natalie shook her head and clamped her hand down on her shoulder. "Alice, I already told ya, your singing is incredible bro!" She leaned down and grinned at her. "Uncle Zalgo knows eeeverrryyythinggg about music. You just gotta impress him and you're in the band."

Alice looked at Zalgo. "You're...uncle Zalgo…?" She asked quietly, sounding even more scared. Zalgo nodded and stood up.

"Sure am." He gestured over at Jason. "That's Jason, by the way. He has a huge crush on me and sleeps in my bed. It's super embarrassing."

"Hey, you came out to me." Jason growled. Zalgo laughed.

"It's...nice to meet you, sirs." Alice murmured. Jason looked at her and smiled gently. He sat up on the couch so the others could sit down. Zalgo obliged, flopping himself down next to him with a soft grunt. Natalie was quick to join them, sitting on Zalgo's other side while Jane occupied the arm of the chair. That left Alice...standing in front of them. Like she was being judged. It reminded her eerily of an audition.

"How old are ya?" Zalgo asked with the tilt of his head. Alice fidgeted.

"Erm- fifteen." Zalgo looked at Natalie and arched a brow. Alice coughed. "B-But um- I've been singing since I was seven." She added. Zalgo gave a nod.

"Alright...think you can demonstrate?" He asked. Alice glanced away anxiously and he smiled a bit. "C'mon, you can't be any worse than Jason."

"Rude."

"I like Jason's voice." Jane piped up. Jason smiled.

"Thank you, Jane, you're the only person here who shows me any kindness…"

"Hey! I bring home pizza for you!" Zalgo said, pouting.

"You work at Pizza Hut, Zalgo. You get that stuff for free." Jason replied sternly. Alice laughed a little bit at the two of them. Jason turned back to her and smiled.

‘’So what style of music do you do?’’ he asked. Alice’s eyes widened.

‘’Oh- mostly showtunes, broadway stuff.’’ she replied. Jason nodded. She felt a bit more relaxed now. It just….felt like an audition. She’d done those dozens of times before. ‘’I can sing Defying Gravity- from uh- Wicked?’’ she suggested.

‘’Go ahead, girl.’’ Zalgo replied, leaning back on the couch again. Alice nodded and cleared her throat.

‘’Something has changed within me...something is not the same, I’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game,’’ she hadn’t had a chance to warm up, and she winced at how her voice sounded. But when she looked at the others they didn’t seem to notice. ‘’Too late for second guessing, too late to go back to sleep…’’ she took a deep breath, preparing herself for the high notes coming up. ‘’It’s time to trust my instincts...close my eyes...and leap.’’

‘’Stop.’’ Zalgo interrupted her. She stopped and looked at him, afraid. Had she failed the high note? Did her rusty voice really sound that bad…? ‘’You’re amazing girl!’’

‘’Wh-wha-’’

‘’Seriously! You sound like you could be on broadway!’’ Zalgo grinned wide at her as he spoke. Jason nodded in agreement. Nat hopped up off the couch and slung her arm around Alice’s shoulder again.

‘’So is she in?’’

‘’Well of course she’s in!’’ Zalgo stood up and thrust out his hand. ‘’Welcome to the band, Alice.’’

Alice smiled sheepishly and took his hand. ‘’Thanks...what uh- what do I get for being in it?’’

‘’Free music lessons and pop tarts. Plus vibing privileges.’’

‘’V-Vibing privileges…?’’

‘’You’re allowed come over whenever.’’ Jason explained. ‘’Though you probably have better things to do than hang out with two thirty year old men who do nothing but watch Netflix all day.’’

‘’Oh.’’

‘’Oh c’mon, we’re cool!’’ Zalgo pouted at him. ‘’In fact, I can prove it.’’

‘’Please don’t.’’ Jason murmured. Alice watched Zalgo scamper over to the corner of the room and grab one of the instruments. He held it up proudly. It was a red guitar, with two necks and a body cut into jagged shapes. He grinned and held it down to playing height, strolling back over to Alice.

‘’Pretty sweet, huh?’’

‘’Oh my god do you have to show that thing to every guest we get?’’ Jason called irritably. Zalgo shot him a look.

‘’How do you even play that…?’’ Alice asked in amazement. Zalgo smiled.

‘’Lots of practice and quick timing.’’ he replied, strumming a few chords. ‘’What instruments do ya play, girl?’’

‘’Oh uh- I- don’t. I just sing.’’ Alice glanced away nervously as she spoke. Zalgo arched a brow at her, surprised.

‘’I thought she’d be good for backup!’’ Natalie chimed in.

‘’I think she’d be good for my songs,’’ Jane added. ‘’Just like with Jason.’’ Zalgo nodded and looked at the ginger girl for a moment. He turned on his heel and put his beloved guitar down, then moved over to another part of the room and rummaged through a plastic bin he had laying around.

‘’I know just the thing for you then,’’ he murmured. Alice looked surprised, until he stood up again and held up a tambourine. ‘’This is exactly what we’ve been missing, and it’s easy to learn!’’

‘’...oh.’’ Zalgo strode over and handed the tambourine to Alice. She looked at it for a moment, then shook it halfheartedly. He grinned and clasped his hands together.

‘’Perfect!’’

Jason sighed quietly and climbed up off the couch. He dusted his hands off and glanced at Nat and Jane. ‘’You guys hungry?’’ he asked. Zalgo shot him a look.

‘’Wait what happened to practice?’’ he whined. Jason rolled his eyes and walked over to the door.

‘’You already showed off your guitar, Zalgy. And I’m hungry.’’ Jason muttered. ‘’And I’m sure the girls are starving too.’’ he turned and looked at his boyfriend. He knew Zalgo couldn’t say no to him, not when he pulled out that nickname. He eventually sighed.

‘’Fiiiiine.’’

#creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta #writing #jalgo #jason the toymaker #zalgo #zalgo creepypasta #clockwork #clockwork creepypasta #natalie oulette #alice jackson #jane arkensaw #jane the killer #the band au #ask #clowningking

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consumedkings-archive · 4 years ago

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“I am not babying you, I’m showing you I care!” with Elliot and John?

bb!!! thank u thank u thank u <3 it was so nice to write some domestic fluff with these two since they’re always like angst-town nonstop skdjfhskdf. i hope you enjoy!

john/elliot + “i am not babying you, i’m showing you i care!”

words: ??? bruh idk it’s just like. a blurb!!!

warnings: none! just some good, old-fashioned fluff

Elliot was always the one that got sick. She was always coughing, sneezing, fighting off a cold or a headache or muscling through the word of a 24-hour-flu; her immune system was in tatters. This was a universal truth which could not ever be denied by anyone who had spent even five minutes in her presence; yet, no matter how many times John found her popping a tylenol into her mouth or brewing a particularly strong cup of coffee to clear her sinuses, Elliot never got so sick that she had to be trapped in bed.

Which is why, at first, John thought for certain something was really wrong when she wasn’t out of bed before him. She always got out of bed first. The dogs would be a mess all day if she didn’t take them on a run, and she would be a mess all day if she didn’t go on a run. So when eight-thirty rolled around and John shifted to a more comfortable position in bed—pulling Elliot against his chest and burying his face into her neck—he thought very little of it.

Until he did. And then he thought about it a lot. And then a feverish heat seeped through Elliot’s sleep clothes, and she coughed, the sound rattling in her chest like someone had just dropped a bunch of marbles in her rib cage, and then he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

At first, he was concerned. Anyone would be. Elliot was the kind of woman who went, and went and went and went until she absolutely couldn’t anymore (and then went again); she’d never, ever missed a day of work for being sick, and she’d certainly never spent an entire morning bedridden, let alone a whole day. That first day was spent with John frantically going around the house, trying to keep the dogs (and the kids, quite frankly) from sprinting around like maniacs while still making sure that Elliot had everything that she needed.

“You’re hovering,” Elliot said through bleary eyes when he swapped out one cup of tea, half-drank, for a hot one.

“Am not,” John replied. “What’s the point of the tea if it’s not hot?”

“I can get my own tea, John.”

“Well,” he said, and then didn’t elaborate, because she said she could get her own tea, but her hands shook weakly when she lifted the mug to her mouth. “Then I’m going to run downstairs. Jacob is picking up the kids and—”

“Why?” Elliot groaned. “It’s a cold, that’s all.”

“Mommy,” Faye said from the doorway, “why do you sound yucky? Are you going to die?”

“Mommy wouldn’t die from a cold,” Wesley told his sister as he hovered behind her. “People don’t die from colds.”

“That’s not true,” John said. “Plenty of people have died from colds.”

Faye blinked big eyes at him. “So mommy is going to die?”

“That’s—not necessarily what I’m—”

“John,” Elliot said, her voice bridging on a warning, “please.”

“Mommy isn’t dying, but she’s going to kill all of us if we don’t leave her alone,” he told his children, ushering them out of the door and back down the stairs. “Your uncle is coming to pick you up—”

“Yay!”

“Yes, Uncle Jake is your favorite, I know. Take the dogs and be good.”

True to his word, Jacob rolled around, packed Faye and Wesley and the hounds into his truck, and hauled them back off to the mountains; it left the house in blissful, peaceful silence, and by the time John made his way back up the stairs, Elliot had fallen back asleep.

That was the first day of being sick. The second day of being sick—Jacob being more than happy to keep the kids out of their mother’s contagious sphere—Elliot stubbornly stuck to her guns about getting things done herself. Getting her to call out of work was like pulling teeth, but John did it for her and she slept through the majority of the day again.

“John,” she mumbled tiredly, having only just broken her fever as the late afternoon started to turn golden, “can you get me something?”

John glanced up from the book he’d been reading. “Sure, baby,” he said cautiously, as she’d refused to ask him for anything and shrugged off his doting up until now. “What do you need?”

“The drawer on the bedside.”

“Uh-huh.” He stood, opening it. “The only thing in here is your gun.”

“Yeah,” Elliot said. “End me. Put me out of my misery.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, the dramatics,” he sighed, closing the drawer. “Just let me take care of you.”

“No,” she snapped, face flushed and body shivering. “Don’t fucking baby me.”

“I am not babying you,” John insisted, “I’m showing you I care! Now stop being a baby and let me help.”

She stared at him with her brows pulled together, teeth chattering as she pulled the blankets up to her chin again. Elliot looked like she wanted to kick up a bigger fuss, but something had softened her expression, and she looked more sulky than anything.

“Fine,” she said.

“Fine,” John agreed, straightening up. “Now that you’re done agonizing, I’m going to heat up some soup and you’re going to go sit out in the sun, get out of this stuffy room.”

Elliot sighed, closing her eyes in a show of relenting. The next few hours were something close to painless—aside from her rattling cough and her occasional complaint, she quieted her moaning about having to rely on him and let him coddle. Not a lot, just enough that it felt like there was a difference, even a little one; getting her to eat, and drink something other than just water, and be outside for a little while he swapped the sheets on the bed and aired the room out seemed to do wonders for her mood.

When night came, Elliot crawled back into bed laboriously. She rolled over and buried her face into his shoulder and stifled a little sigh.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she murmured, her voice slurring a little as the Nyquil kicked in. “And sorry for being a baby.”

“I can’t believe I got a thank you and a sorry out of you in one go,” John remarked, brushing the hair from her face.

“You’re the sexiest, most handsome, most intelligent, never-does-anything-wrong-and-never-could husband,” Elliot droned, her voice so dry John thought it might catch fire, “and I am but a humble—”

“Okay, fuck!” he laughed. “I was just trying to enjoy my victory.” Pausing, he added, “No thanks required, but you will have to take care of me when I’m sick, you know.”

“I’m used to you being a baby,” Elliot replied slyly, “so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Great.” John turned back to his book. “So glad we’re on the same page.”

It was her turn to laugh, and she draped her arm over his midsection and nuzzled the side of his neck, already in a mood legions better than what she had been in.

After a moment, she murmured, “I will, you know.”

John quirked a brow. “Hm?”

“Take care of you. Even when you’re old and sick and the most fucking annoying.” She paused. “And try to be better about letting you take care of me.”

Leaning over, he planted a kiss on her forehead. “I know,” he said. And then: “But that is nice to hear, since you’ve been sweating germs all over me, I’m probably next.”

“How long does Jacob have the herd?”

“He said to call,” John replied. Jacob would keep the kids as long as he could, even if he liked to act like it was a hassle whenever Elliot or John asked him; he never, ever wanted to bring them back.

“Good,” Elliot said, nosing his jaw affectionately. “Then you’ve got plenty of time to get sick.”

#my writing #lilwritingraven #asks #!!!!!!!!#i love writing elliot being Weak #I LOVE HER HAVING TO LET JOHN HELP HER AROUND #hc? elliot's the biggest baby between the two of them change my mind #ch: elliot honeysett #ch: john seed #ch: faye honeysett-seed #ch: wesley honeysett-seed #love my babies #love that uncle jake wants them around all the time skjdfhasd #fc5 #fc5 ocs #far cry 5 fic #<3 <3

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ladypogue · 4 years ago

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Used to This (part 3)

Summary: Ella starts her first shift at the Wreck. While working a certain blue eyed boy comes in looking for Kie but stays with Ella. The pair hangs out during and after her shift. This is the start of something new.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: the slightest little bit of swearing at the end. but other than that none :)

A/N: hello all! I am still eternally grateful for you if you are reading this story. Sorry for the late update, I’ve been having migraines recently so its been hard to stare at a screen but I’m feeling better so I hope to be back on a normal update schedule again. Also would you guys be interested if I started writing imagines, one shots, blurbs, etc? If so lmk and send requests! I have a few ideas....as always feedback is greatly appreciated. love y’all! :)

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Part 3

Ella woke up excited for the day, today was her first day working at the Wreck as a waitress. Heading downstairs to start on her breakfast, she pulled out her phone to see if JJ had texted her. Slightly disappointed that she didn’t have a text from the boy, she shook off the feeling and carried on with her morning; scrolling through her phone, taking her breakfast upstairs to start getting ready, not wanting to be late for her first day.

Making her way down to the restaurant popular with tourists, 15 minutes early for her shift, she walked through the doors looking for either Kiara or her dad, not quite sure what she was supposed to be doing today. One of the other waitresses showed Ella where she could put her things and gave her an apron, telling her to sit at the bar and Kiara would be out to show her the ropes.

Kie came out from the kitchen greeting Ella and giving her a brief run-down of what her days will look like. Kie then continued to explain that for the day she would just be working register in order to get her used to the computer system. Completely fine with that, Ella smiled and watched intently as Kie showed her how to ring people up and how to open the register drawer when it got stuck, it was old, so the drawer was sometimes sticky. Excited to officially start her day, Ella took her place behind the register while Kiara went back into the kitchen to help her dad. She was prepared for whatever the day may bring, though she was hoping that it would be an easy first day.

The sun shining brightly through the windows of the chateau is what woke JJ as he had passed out on the pull out couch the night before. Pulling the pillow over his head, JJ groaned and rolled back over after checking the time, relieved to realize that he didn’t have to get up for school, not that he went that often anyways. Sleeping in for another few hours, he re-awoke and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. JJ practically lived with John B at the chateau, especially since Big John went missing. He’ll tell anybody that asks that it’s because he doesn’t want John B to get lonely and that his friend shouldn’t have to go through this alone. And while all of that was true, JJ would never admit out loud that it was also because he was avoiding his own problems at home. John B knew about JJ’s homelife, so he graciously accepts the company that his best friend since third grade offers him. It’s nice to know he’s not alone in that house, but also because he knows JJ is safe if he stays with him. Ready to start his day, JJ laced up his boots, grabbed his phone and went outside to wait for Pope so they can go to the Wreck to get food. Looking at his phone he suddenly remembered the girl from last night, Ella. Just thinking about her put a smile on JJ’s face. He opened his contacts, shooting her a quick message.

To Ella: Hey! It’s JJ. Sry I didn’t txt you last night, after cleaning up I went straight to sleep. I wanted to say it was nice meeting u and I hope to see u again. :)

Pressing send, JJ laid back on the hammock letting his mind wander about the girl. What was she like? Did she have any pets? JJ hoped she had a dog. What were her likes and dislikes? Was she single, and if she was would she even go for a guy like JJ? He couldn’t help but imagine her as a part of his life. He pictured them spending the day together at the beach, him teaching her how to surf and her not being good at it so they give up and just swim in the ocean, his arms wrapped around her waist and hers around his neck. Eventually he would get the courage to pull her in for a sweet kiss, imagining how she tastes. He imagines she would taste sweet, her lips soft and her tongue warm.

JJ’s daydream was cut short by the sound of footsteps approaching. He looked up and locked eyes with Pope. Swinging his legs over the edge and standing up, he rubbed his hands together walking towards his friend, “Ready to go?” JJ questioned.

“Yeah, but I told my pops we’d help him with a delivery before we go.” Pope told him while walking away from the chateau. JJ just groaned, wanting to go see Kie and get some food. Checking his phone once more before putting it in his pocket, JJ sighed seeing no response from Ella. It was stupid of him to get his hopes up, a beautiful girl like that giving him the time of day, as if. Shrugging it off, not letting it affect his mood, JJ picked up his pace and caught up with Pope, jumping into conversation, letting the boy’s rambling distract him from the small twinge in his heart at the thought of being rejected.

Back at the Wreck, Ella’s first day was going smooth. She had a few mishaps here and there but that was to be expected and Kiara was always right there to help her. Throughout the lulls in customers, Kiara and Ella got to talking. Having essentially known each other their whole lives, it was amazing how little they knew about each other. However, the conversation flowed seamlessly between the two, and they both could tell that they would end up being good friends.

The two girls were stood at the counter, giggling with each other, when they heard the bell above the door chime, signaling that it was time to go back to work. Kie grabbed a cloth and went to wipe down tables, preparing for whoever it was that walked in the door. Ella turned ready to great her new customers, when she froze, breath caught in her throat at the sight of JJ Maybank. He had yet to see her as his was searching the floor for Kie, ready to beg her for food. As he scanned the restaurant, his eyes skimmed past the girl standing behind the counter, having to do a double take JJ broke out into a grin once he realized who it was. Ella made eye contact with the blonde, timidly smiling, feeling a blush creep up on her cheeks. She was definitely more nervous, not only over the fact that he was even more attractive in the daylight, but she didn’t have any alcohol in her system to calm her and give her a confidence boost. JJ sauntered over to the counter to talk to the girl who’d been running through his mind while Pope made his way over to the table Kie was currently wiping down.

JJ couldn’t help but admire her natural beauty as she stood there in her uniform with her hair tied up in a messy ponytail, small pieces of her hair framing her face. She wore light makeup, only concealer under her eyes and mascara, but JJ still thought she was beautiful. He didn’t know she worked here, especially since they spent a lot of time at the Wreck as a group, he was sure he would have noticed her, and Kie didn’t mention any new hires. Sitting down in front of her, JJ felt his confidence waiver. She hadn’t responded to his text, so maybe she didn’t want to see him.

“Hi JJ.” She smiled at him lightly, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear, his confidence slowly rising.

“Hey.” He replied simply, “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Today’s my first day.”

“Ahh, well congrats on your first day, I think you’ll like it here.”

“I already do, everyone is super friendly and made me feel welcomed.”

“Well that’s great!”

A silence fell over the two, it wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Ella was debating if she should bring up the fact that JJ never texted her. She didn’t want to seem desperate, but she was also playing into what her friends had planted in her mind, that JJ was only going to use her. She didn’t want to believe her friends, but she kept the wall up around her just in case, not wanting to get hurt. Meanwhile, sitting across from her, JJ’s brain was turning a mile a minute. He was trying to get a read on the girl, but to no avail. She kept herself heavily guarded and only let JJ see what she wanted him to see. It was frustrating. How was he supposed to get to know her if he couldn’t even pick up on subtle things?

“Are you gonna order anything or are you just gonna sit there?” Ella asked curiously, not trying to be rude but also not wanting to get in trouble with Mr. Carrera.

“That all depends, what time do you get off?”

Taken aback by his question, Ella shook her head lightly, “What does that have to do with if you’re going to order or not?”

“Well, if you work for a couple more hours, I’ll order so I’m not sitting here starving.” JJ said, even though he had every intention of just getting the food from Kie, knowing she would bring food out soon enough for the boys.

“I get off in 2 hours.” Ella stated simply, looking back down at her receipts making sure everything is in order.

Just as he was about to reply, Kiara came back over to the pair, ready to scold JJ for undoubtedly flirting with Ella. “JJ Maybank, you better not be harassing my newest employee, we need the help and I don’t need you scaring her off.” Kie half joked but was also half serious, she knew his tendencies and Ella was nice girl who didn’t need corrupted by her flirtatious friend. JJ put his hands up in surrender, “I wasn’t flirting, I promise.” At this Ella felt her heart break a little, of course he wasn’t flirting with her. She was just caught up in her crush, so she was seeing and hearing what she wanted to. Shaking her head and smiling at the two, Ella walked away, going to find anything to keep her busy and away from JJ.

JJ shot Kie a confused look, to which she just shrugged her shoulders. The boy went after Ella, wanting to continue to hang out with her and wanting to make sure they were still good. As he got up, Kie shot him a warning look, reminding him that she was there to work and not hang out. As Ella’s shift starts to wind down, she continues to entertain JJ’s antics while keeping focused on her work. While JJ continues to follow her around like a puppy, Pope and Kie sit in the back at a table just watching the two, bemused. It was weird for them to see JJ act this way, but it warmed their hearts that maybe JJ had a shot at love. They would have to tease him about it later.

Taking her place behind the counter one last time, with JJ sat in front of her on a bar stool, Ella started finishing up her tasks, ready to leave for the night.

“What are you doing after this?” JJ asked, noticing her finishing up and not ready to part ways.

“I was planning on going home and watching Netflix.”

“Would you maybe want to hang out more? I want to continue to get to know you.”

Ella felt her cheeks and neck heat up, agreeing, happy to spend time with the boy not during her work shift.

Clocking out and grabbing her stuff, she waved bye to Kie and Pope. Ella follows closely behind JJ, not sure what he had planned, if anything. JJ leads the two of them down to the beach, kicking off their shoes they start to walk along the warm sand. Falling into conversation easily, the two found a spot and sat down, sitting closer than necessary. In her head, Ella said that it was because it was a starting to get chilly with the breeze and the lack of sun, but really, she knew it was because she wanted to feel his skin on hers.

“So, am I not good enough to receive a text from the notorious JJ Maybank?” Ella joked, nudging her shoulder with JJ’s.

“I did text you. Because you are far more than good enough. You just never responded.” JJ looked at her confusedly, shrugging his shoulders trying to seem unbothered.

Pulling out her phone and going to her messages, she sees a message from an unknown number. Guilt washed through her and she smiled sheepishly at JJ as she added him to her contacts.

“I was at work already so I must not have seen it. And then you showed up, so I didn’t have to wonder if you texted me.”

JJ chuckled, teasing her lightly, “you were looking for my text?”

“I wouldn’t say looking so to say, but I wouldn’t have been upset at seeing your name on my screen.”

Slinging his arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer, he felt his insides warm at the thought of her wanting JJ to text her.

“I was nervous when you didn’t reply that maybe you didn’t want be friends.” JJ replied, mumbling under his breath hoping she didn't hear him.

She had heard him loud and clear. “Of course, I wanna be friends JJ” she smiled up at him, resting her head on his shoulder.

JJ smiled back down at her, happy she wanted to have him as a part of her life. The two continued to get to know each other, telling stories from their past, both cracking up at what the other would share. Neither was sure how things felt so easy, but they weren’t complaining. They were just soaking in everything about each other. Checking the time, Ella realized she had to get home as it was almost midnight and her shift ended almost 4 hours ago. JJ offered to walk her home, stopping outside her front door, he awkwardly shuffled back and forth with his hands in his pockets.

“I guess I’ll see you later then?” JJ asked, hoping that the girl would want to hang out again. Maybe he could bring her around the pogues.

“Sure. Text me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.” Ella said with a soft smile coating her face. JJ returned her smile with an “of course” before he turned around and started his commute back to the chateau.

Ella made her way into her house and up to her room, tip toeing, not wanting to wake her parents. Quietly making her way into her bathroom and taking a shower, Ella couldn’t help but smile to herself as she recounted her evening with the Maybank boy. She wished she could have taken a picture to remember how he looked in the moonlight as they sat by the water. She relinquished in the feeling of his arm around her, wishing it never had to have ended. All Ella wanted to do was text Sophia and Grace and tell them about her date, could she call it date? She didn’t even know; all she knew was she wanted to tell someone about what had happened. Instead she settled for squealing into her pillow and flopping on her bed. Shooting her friends, a text about how her first day went, leaving out the parts about JJ, not ready for them to remind her that he wasn’t good for her. She opened their text thread and sent him a message;

To JJ: Had a really nice time tonight. Thank you for making my first day at work one to remember :)

Pressing send, Ella turned over and fell asleep, hoping to dream about the boy with ocean blue eyes.

JJ walked into the chateau and was greeted by John B sitting on the couch watching some reality show on the TV. Nodding to his friend, he went to the kitchen to grab himself a beer and joined John B on the couch. Upon sitting down, John B smirked at him, just waiting for him to notice. Feeling his gaze, JJ looked over, confused at the look on his face as he brought his beer bottle up to his lips.

“What?” JJ asked incredulously.

“Nothing. Nothing. Just Kie and Pope stopped by, said you went off with the girl from the kegger. Ella was it?” he continued to smirk when he noticed JJ start to blush.

“Shut up. We’re just getting to know each other.”

“Uh huh, ‘getting to know each other’. JJ you have never gotten to know a girl, you’ve always been a love ‘em and leave ‘em type”

“I don’t know man. Somethings just different with her. When she bumped into me, I just felt this almost instant connection with her. Like she was meant to bump into me. I can’t explain, all I know is I enjoy her company.”

John B smiled at his friend, seeing how much Ella already meant to the boy even though they really just met.

“Bring her around some time. If she means that much to you already then I’m sure she’ll mean a lot to us as well.”

“I will. For sure. Just maybe not yet, I don’t even know if she likes me and I don’t need you guys fucking this up for me, at least not more than I’m bound to.” JJ didn’t want to think about his destructive tendencies when it came to relationships. He wasn’t ready to let this one go.

“I’m offended that you think we would fuck this up for you, but I get it. I really do.” John B knew how his friend could get, so he would do everything in his power to make sure that this worked out in his favor, even if that meant postponing meeting the girl that seemed to have captured JJ's heart. He wanted nothing than to see his friend be happy.

“Yeah, yeah. You know I love you guys. I’m gonna go to bed, I’ll see you in the morning” JJ stated before making his way into the guest room before collapsing on the bed. Shooting Ella a text, seeing she already texted him, he grinned to himself.

To Ella: Had a really nice time 2night too :) I got back safe, maybe we could hang tmrw if ur not busy? Just lmk! Good night Ella :)

JJ expected that the girl was probably already in bed so he turned off his light, crawling under the covers, falling asleep while scrolling through his phone, looking forward to the days to come.

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vincent-frankenstein · 6 years ago

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(OTP list)41. "Wait, stay right there- I've got a song for you" with Remile please

me? projecting my insomnia on another helpless fictional character? it’s exactly as likely as you think. no i cannot be stopped.

im sorry this took so longgg but,,, i think it came out pretty good and i had fun writing it so !!! hope u enjoyyy

it was an absolute joy to write this prompt ;3c

It was nearly four A.M., and Emile hadn't slept a wink.

He'd tried, sure. But no amount of chamomile tea and handy breathing techniques could seem to break through the fog of buzzing restlessness that had seeped into his bones. It grated against the exhaustion woven through his mind and kept him up pacing for hours on end. If Remy were there, he'd joke about how he'd rubbed off on him.

He wished Remy was there. He knew insomnia better than the back of his own hand, and he always knew how to help Emile through it. Besides, nothing ever felt quite as bad when he was by Emile's side. He'd make some stupid joke or smile at Emile with those perfect, sparking eyes and everything keeping him awake would vanish. Maybe he should text him —

Something clattered out on the fire escape, and Emile paused, eyes widening. The fire escape creaked and groaned beneath something's weight and Emile whirled around, his sleep-deprived mind instantly conjuring dozens of ideas of what it could be, and as the curtains fluttered in the open breeze he couldn't help but wonder if, by leaving the window opened, he'd sealed his own fate.

Then a figure yanked the curtains back and peered inside, and all his worries disappeared. "Remy?" he whispered, wrapping his blanket tighter around his shoulders as he made his way to the window. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to check on ya, girl!" Remy declared, leaning over the windowsill with a cheerful wink. At Emile's questioning gaze, he rolled his eyes. "What, a guy can't check up on his bestie at four am? What kind of world are we living in?"

"How did you know I was awake?" Emile asked, drawing his knees to his chest and leaning back against the wall. Remy rolled his eyes, swinging his legs over the windowsill to sit beside him.

"I could hear you pacing, hun," he said. Emile winced, biting his lip. He'd hoped his pacing wouldn't wake the Somnuses downstairs.

"Sorry," Emile said.

"Nah, no biggie, girl. I was awake anyway, I have a sleepless reputation to uphold." He shifted on the windowsill to face Emile, concern sparking behind his sunglasses. "But you don't, hun. What's with the late hours?"

"I dunno," Emile said, thankful that the darkness of night hid the way his cheeks darkened under Remy's stare. "Can't stop thinkin', I guess."

"'Bout what?"

"Who knows?" Emile flopped onto his back on the couch, stretching his legs out. Remy snorted, shoving away one of his feet. "The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma, you know."

Remy laughed out loud; the sound nearly made Emile's heart burst with sunshine. "Mood, sponge-babe," Remy joked.

"Actually, that was Patrick."

"Uh, can I make a sassy joke out of 'Patrick?' No. Shut up." Remy stuck his tongue out and Emile kicked at him, already feeling the heavy feeling in his chest begin to lift. Remy yelped as he dodged Emile's kick, bracing himself against the sides of the window. "C'mon, girl, I'm trying to help you here!"

Emile giggled. "Sorry, Rem," he said with a playful shrug. "Insult my cartoon references and you will get kicked."

"Wow, harsh, babe," Remy said in mock offense. "Suffer with your insomnia, then, biatch."

"Nooooo," Emile groaned, reaching towards Remy overdramatically. He opened and closed his fingers a few times to emphasize his drama. "I'm sorry, don't go~! I love you!"

And that's when time stuttered to a stop, if only for a moment. It had slipped out in his exhaustion and it hung in the air between them for either a split second or an eternity. Remy blinked at him owlishly, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

But then he snapped back into normalcy. "Wasn't gonna leave anyway, but thanks for the delicious ego-boost, girl." He grinned and Emile rolled his eyes, letting out a silent breath of relief. It was platonic. They were platonic. It was fine.

"No prob, bob," Emile said with a fond smile. Remy laughed, shaking his head.

"Anygay," he drawled, lounging across the edge of the windowsill, "grab your pillows and jump out the window, babe, I'm boutta yeet your stress the fuck away."

"Wh — what?" Emile sat up, laughter bubbling to the surface.

"What, 'what?' That's pretty self-explanatory, hun. Grab some blankets, too. We're gettin' cozy in the club tonight!"

"Uh," Emile said eloquently. Remy laughed, and fireworks went off in Emile's lungs.

"Come on, Em, we don't have all night!" And with that, he slid off the windowsill and back onto the fire escape, and the curtains fell back into place. Emile sat there for a long, silent moment, before getting up to go grab some pillows.

Remy waited on the fire escape, leaning against the railing with a tiny picnic spread at his feet. He sipped from a cup of Starbucks — and Emile didn't even pause to wonder how he'd gotten Starbucks at four AM, because, come on, this was Remy — and offered Emile a shrug and a quirked brow, a smirk slipping into place. "Ta-da~" he drawled.

"Aw, Rem," Emile said softly. "This is... super —"

"I know, I know —"

"— califragilisticexpialidocious," he finished with a grin.

"That's it, no more time around Roman for you." Remy slid down until he was sitting cross-legged on the ground. "Hand me a blanket stat, girl, we're building a nest."

"Aye, aye, captain!" Emile saluted, and promptly threw a blanket in Remy's face.

"What is up with you 'n Spongebob tonight?" Remy caught the blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders with a dramatic flourish.

Emile laughed, spreading pillows around their tiny picnic to start the nest. "I guess nautical nonsense is just something I wish!" he said with a shrug.

"Wig, okay." Remy set down his Starbucks, and together the two got to work, wrapping piles of blankets around the tiny fire escape into a comfortably warm nest.

Emile settled into place in the center and picked up one of the pastries Remy had brought, wrapping a Winnie-the-pooh blanket around his shoulders. Remy hesitated just before getting comfortable, eyes widening. "Wait, wait, stay right there," he said, getting to his feet in a rush, as if something had occurred to him and he needed to act on it before his confidence failed. "I've got a song for you."

"A song?" Emile's face brightened and he smiled around a mouthful of donut. Remy blushed — actually blushed, Emile noted with a swooping feeling in his chest — and shrugged, only offering a wink before he disappeared back down the stairs.

Emile busied himself readjusting the blankets again and again, trying to keep the fluttering feeling in his chest from bursting out. A song? For him? It was exactly the kind of sweet, romantic gesture he'd daydreamed about, though he'd never admit it. He let out a breath, holding a blanket to his chest.

Remy only took a few moments to return, this time with a guitar in his arms, painted with swirls of color. He'd shoved his sunglasses up onto his head, a rare occurrence — and under his gaze, Emile felt himself melt.

"'Kay," Remy said, dropping down beside Emile. "Prepare yaself, girl, your insomnia's about to be yeeted directly outta here. Get comfy."

He gestured to his side, tilting his head invitingly, and Emile's face grew warm as he leaned into him. The rest of the weight on his chest evaporated instantly when Remy shifted to accommodate his weight, offering him a fond smile.

"Focus on my voice, girl," Remy said. He took a breath and strummed a couple of notes, letting them hang warmly in the chilly morning air. "If I could, begin to be, half of what you think of me..."

Emile recognized the song immediately — of course he did, it was his favorite, his absolute favorite, and Remy had learned it for him. Warmth bloomed in his chest and love blossomed in his smile. Remy's voice was as smooth and warm as the richest coffee and three times as delicious; Emile wanted to drink it all in, as much as he could, forever.

Darkness swirled at the edge of his vision. He yawned, shifting almost subconsciously until he was laying in Remy's lap. As Remy's song came to a close, his final notes hanging in the air, Emile finally drifted off to sleep.

But not before he heard Remy's quiet voice, softly honeyed and as beautiful as the sunrise-colors swirling through the sky.

"I love you, too."

#yeets this outta my hw pile before diving back in #ill post the other prompts as soon as i get them done !!!! hopefully tonight #thank u for the prompt this was so sweet to write #remile #remy sanders #emile picani #celeste's portfolio #joygaytrash

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slashers-baby · 5 years ago

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Ok! So my name is Jackie, I'm actually v v tol (6'0) and I am motherly as all hell. I can be sarcastic, but nobody messes with the people I love. I have dyed my hair so many times, every color of the rainbow, and now it's stuck on pink. I'm thicc, have blue eyes and a huge scar down my spine. I love writing, drawing, and caring for someone. I also enjoy thirsting over slashers.

I know EXACTLY what to do with you...

Jason Voorhees!

SFW:

This man is a GIANT mama’s boy so if you’re motherly, he’ll instantly be drawn to you.

He loves how caring you are and how you stick up for him.

If only you’d been around when he was younger...

He likes your sarcasm but doesn’t always pick up on it so he’ll just turn his head like a dog, showing he doesn’t get it.

He likes that you change your hair colour a lot because you look so pretty in every colour.

He likes that you’re closer to his height because it’s easy to lay a shy little peck on your lips.

This boy is thicc as well so he obviously doesn’t mind your voluptuous body.

He’s a bit emotional so you’ll have to be the one to calm him along side Pamela in his head.

Speaking of Pamela-

She is surprisingly ok with you.

You’re perfect for her little boy and thinks you should be together forever.

He loves your sparkling blue eyes, they are such kind eyes, it makes him feel safe.

He doesn’t mind your scar at all, because this boy is quite messed up from being dead and all and he loves you so much for still loving him all the same.

He’ll take notebooks from all the dead campers he kills and rips out the used pages so he can give it to you to write in.

He likes your drawings. If you draw him and he see’s it he’ll get embarrassed and gush about it but be extremely happy.

He is very protective of you.

He’ll spend as much time possible with you just sitting in a cabin and looking at you.

He loves caring for you as much as you like caring for him.

10/10 will love you forever.

If you ever get thirsty (for him), and he notices, it’ll make him all hot and bothered and flustered.

NSFW

He isn’t a bottom but definitely isn’t a power top.

He’s very quiet so it’ll be a very rough, silent, pounding session.

Is absolutely delighted when you moan for him.

Also has a praising kink so make sure to tell him how good he’s doing.

His fav position is pretty boring, missionary of course, but it’s because he loves to see the faces you make and to hear how loud you scream and moan for him.

He is a natural gentleman so of course he’ll make sure you finish first.

Likes to also pick you up and fuck you mid-air because he’s a strong ass man.

When he comes you’ll hear a low growl followed by a throaty moan.

Will definitely hold you for a while before pulling out and pulling you into his side for cuddles.

He’s got fucking stamina.

He’s also HUNG so god damn, lord have mercy on your poor body when he’s done.

Likes to be kissed afterwards, because, he honestly deserves all the love in the world.

I also see you with...

Brahms Heelshire!

SFW:

He is definitely lacking in the motherly department, so expect to be motherly with him constantly as he likes to be a bit childish sometimes.

He is also a tall man so your height doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

He likes how you change your hair because it’s like customizing a doll’s hair.

He gets a little annoyed at sarcasm but will often end up being sarcastic back.

He loves how protective you are because now at least someone cares enough about him.

Is equally as protective back.

He LOVES how thicc you are because he is a touch starved man so.

Expect groping and touching almost 24/7.

He loves your perfect blue eyes. They’re like windows into a beautiful ocean. So doll like and bright.

He doesn’t mind your scar down your back because it just is another part of you and you are perfection to him. Anyone who dares to say any ill mannered things about it will promptly meet their end.

He’s a creative man all in his own way so when he catches you writing, he’ll be very interested.

He’ll want you to read everything you write and if you don’t he’ll just take a peak when you go to sleep.

He also LOVES your drawings. If you draw random characters or such, he’ll often make little dolls of them and leave them around the estate for you to find.

He loves that you love to care for him because he is super obsessive so he’ll constantly want your attention and care and love.

He needs to constantly be physically around you so....

Be prepared for a very horny man if you’re away for a few hours of the day...

NSFW

He is very touchy.

Like I said t-o-u-c-h s-t-a-r-v-e-d.

You think you’re thirsty?

No, no, no my friend, you have not SEEN thirsty until you’ve met this man’s horniness.

Body hair is a thing so.

When he strips down to get dirty, it’s like a wall of hair.

He fucking loves dirty talk.

Will want to make out with you 24/7

Is very possessive and dominant so be prepared to be ruined.

He’s pretty decent downstairs so you’re gonna be a mess afterwards.

Likes any position as long as he can just pound into you ruthlessly.

Very vocal during sex.

If you moan his name he’ll fucking cum right there and then.

Probably has a Daddy kink tbh.

“You look so hot taking all of me”.

“You’re too pretty not to fuck”.

Boy has stamina so man oh man you will be tired after.

Likes to hold you very closely after you both finish.

Breathes heavily in your ear until he finally calms down and falls asleep with you in his arms.

And there you are my dear I hope you liked it, you know you can just message me if you don’t.

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hobidara · 7 years ago

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Secret Admirer

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genre: fluff

words: 1,578

I walk out of the bathroom with my right hand busily brushing my teeth. A towel draped over my neck, I pick up the remote which was lying on my bed and press the button.

When the curtains open, my eyes widen and the toothbrush almost slips out of my grasp. I quickly close the curtains back.

The sight of Yoongi stretching in his black shirt was such a heartwarming sight, I don't know why.

I run to the bathroom, rinsing my mouth and staring myself in the mirror. I look like a mess but Yoongi didn't see me anyways. I tiptoe towards the window though there is no need to be actually tip toeing. I slightly open the curtain with my index finger and peek inside his room – no sight of Yoongi.

I sigh and go downstairs. When I don't see him, I become sad. When I see him, I can't stand it.

I'm really crazy.

"You are awake. Go buy some milk and bread." Mom demand as soon I place my foot in the dining room. I groan and pick up the money on the table before walking out of the house.

"What's with the face?"

My head shoot up when I hear the familiar voice.

"Hyunwoo oppa!" I squeal and he pulls me into a hug.

"Are you even wearing pants?" he chuckles. I am currently still in the oversized white shirt and it just perfectly hides the shorts underneath. I glare and punch his arm.

"Are you out to buy something?" he asks, nodding at the money in my fist.

I nod sadly and start walking north when I stop and realize that I have no idea where I can even buy milk and bread.

Hyunwoo chuckles and said, "I know the place."

When we reach in front of Yoongi's house, I look up to the bedroom's window. My eyes squint when I see the curtain close. It was slightly opened just now.

I wave it off and go to buy with Hyunwoo.

I sit there staring at the closed curtains as if I could see through them and look at every movements of Yoongi. I am dying to just open the annoying curtains and drool over him but of course, be invisible at the same time.

I open the curtains widely like in movies where the princess wakes up her morning beautifully and opens the curtains wide as the birds sang.

[a/n: like how jin opened the curtains in I need u]

My eyes stop at the male sitting at the edge of his bed with his eyes fixed at his phone.

I quickly get up to get a book and sit down by the window again, pretending to read the book which I don’t even know the name of.

I lean on the window and look at Yoongi from under the strangs of my hair.

He looks so beautiful. My eyes follow to his fingers which are running across the phone screen and his hand holding the phone.

Even his hands look amazing.

I gulp and my hands travel back to his face. What is it on his phone that he is so focused to it?

I sigh and just start actually reading the book in my hands.

I gasp and glare at the door. Why did I even gasp?

I rub my eyes, damn, I fell asleep right there, beside the window.

"Yes?" I answer.

"Your friends are downstairs." Mom says from the other side.

I open the door and mouth, "Friends?"

I am confused. Jaein is on a trip so she can't possibly be right downstairs too. I walk downstairs and almost fall down from the stairs when I see Taehyung and Hoseok standing by the door.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"We heard from Yoongi hyung that you moved. Nice! We can hangout more."

YOONGI TALKED ABOUT ME TO HIS FRIENDS AND I FEEL MYSELF BLUSHING ALL OF A SUDDEN

"Why are you blushing?" Taehyung look at me as if I came from another planet when actually he is the one.

"That's because I just woke up."

What an excuse.

"Anyways," they both lock their arms with mine and squeal, "Lets go!"

"Yah! I'm still in my homewe----" I stop mid-sentence when I see him in a black shirt with another white long sleeve shirt under the black one, paired with black jeans which are ripped at the knees.

[a/n: yoongi's outfit in save me mv]

He looks stunning.

I stir the straw in the glass with my eyes perfectly landing on Yoongi. He is drinking his milk while gazing around the shops.

We are currently at the new mall that just opened like three days ago.

I smile and return my gaze to the glass of milk in front of me. I don't know why I was even stirring it in the first place.

I take a sip and freely let my eyes travel to Yoongi again but this time, our eyes meet.

HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS LOOKING AT ME OMFG WAS HE OH

No, probably not. He was probably looking at the shop behind me. I know my cheeks are heating up but not wanting it to be obvious that I was checking him out, I look at the shop behind him.

After chatting with each other for a while, obviously I wasn't talking to Yoongi – anyone but Yoongi, we walk out of the mall and head towards our homes.

I walk with Taehyung at the front when suddenly, Hoseok asks from the back- "Ina, aren't you cold?"

"Of course I am." I glare "You and Tae just had to drag me out of the house when I was still in my sleep wears."

I am just in an oversized white shirt with black cotton shorts underneath and I'm shivering as fuck but I can still endure it.

"Let's just hire a taxi, then." I hear Yoongi says.

OMG WHY TF IS HE SO CARING

Hoseok decides to sit at the passenger seat so Yoongi, Taehyung and I are going to sit at the back row. Taehyung quickly climbs in which basically means ---

I AM GOING TO SIT BESIDE MIN YOONGI

Am I supposed to thanks Taehyung or what?

I awkwardly close the door and stare outside. With the radio playing Eric Nam's Good For You, my eyes start becoming sleepy.

"WOMANNN!"

"Oh my god, can you stop raping my ears every morning?" I groan and yank his hand away.

"Ew." Taehyung scrunches up his nose. "I HAVE GOOD NEWS HEHEHE"

"Go on." I say opening my locker.

"So yester—what is that?" Taehyung asks mid-sentence when he spots the bread and the milk with a sticky note stuck on its wrap.

"There's also a bread this time." I smile and read the note.

Did you sleep well last night? You look beautiful! I don't need to see you to tell you this because you are always beautiful.

"He's such a candy." I coe and keep the note into my cardigan's pocket.

"You mean cheese."

"No, candy." I shake my head at Taehyung and take out another note and start writing down.

Hey, secret admirer. Thanks for always making me smile with your gifts and notes! I always keep them and you don't need to do these for me. I want to do something back for you but since I don't know who you are, here's a note from me!

"Secret admirer, that is so childish." Taehyung laughs and I kick his shin.

"I hate you so much." I show him a middle finger and close the locker before unwrapping the bread.

[ how do you call that, unwrap? lol im sorry. but u get what I mean, right? ]

"Anyways, I was saying. Last night, you fell asleep on the taxi---"

"I KNOW RIGHT. THAT MUST HAVE BEEN SUCH AN EMBARASSING SIGHT. YOONGI WAS RIGHT BESIDE ME BUT I JUST FALL ASLEEP OMG. DID I DROOL? I DI—"

"Stop panicking." Taehyung flicks my forehead

"You didn't drool. Now, don't interfere because you are going to have the time of your life."

"Um, okay?" I raise my eyebrows in confusion.

"So when you fell asleep, Yoongi put your head on his shoulder and luckily, you didn't drool. He also carried you to your room because your mother was too lazy to carry your fat ass."

I continue staring at him with a poker face.

"You are supposed to be squealing." he frowns.

"As if I would believe you." I roll my eyes and walk ahead.

"I have a picture."

"WHAT" I yell and run back to him. "WHERE WHERE"

He clicks his tongue and takes out his phone in slow motion.

"Cut it out." I groan and stomp my foot impatiently.

He grins at me and shoves the phone screen at my face. I gasp and squeal out loud at the same time when I see the photo.

My head was resting on his shoulder and his head was resting on mine. We look like a couple that would last forever.

"KIM TAEHYUNG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" I scream and wrap my arms around his neck.

He giggles and ruffles my hair. I pull away and pat his head.

"Well done, my son."

#yoongi #suga #bts #imagines #bangtan #jungkook #v #taehyung #jimin #rm #namjoon #jhope #hoseok #jin #fluff #secret admirer

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rebelmeg · 7 years ago

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Let's Get Personal

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? Recently, it's been "Secret Love Song" by Little Mix, "Poison" by Rita Ora, "What Ifs" by Kane Brown and Lauren Alaina, "U and Ur Hand" by P!nk, "Perfect Matchup" by Kenny and London Holland, and The Greatest Showman soundtrack 2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Robert Downey Jr. 3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. “When was the last night or day you took time off?” 4: What do you think about most? Writing. A new idea, a current idea, something I need to jot down, something I need to fix, the one I want to read. 5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? I'm fine, unless you want the time. 6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? Underwear. 7: What’s your strangest talent? Personalizing or adding to things that probably do not need to be personalized. (The beige Calvin Klein purse was BORING so I defiled something expensive to make it more “me”.) 8: Finish the sentence. Girls… are strong; Boys… are allowed to be soft. 9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? Not that I know of. 10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? I'm not an air guitar person, I have a THING about looking stupid and I’m certain that I can’t pull off looking cool doing air guitar. 11: Do you have any strange phobias? Nah, just the regular ones. 12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? Don't think so? 13: What’s your religion? LDS 14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Walking to my car. 15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind, definitely. 16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? I do hate this question. I'll go with Queen, it's the first one that popped into my head. 17: What was the last lie you told? I don't recall. 18: Do you believe in karma? Eh, sorta 19: What does your URL mean? I am and have always been a little bit of a rebel. 20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? Weakness, personal motivation and time management. Strength, creativity. 21: Who is your celebrity crush? RDJ and Sebastian Stan 22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? Yep. 23: How do you vent your anger? Stewing about it, venting to other people. 24: Do you have a collection of anything? Soooo many collections... I collect shot glasses as my travel souvenir. 25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Phone. 26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? For the most part. 27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? Permanent markers on cardboard boxes give me the heebie-jeebie shivers, the sound of a soda pop tab opening a can makes me swoon with happiness. 28: What’s your biggest “what if”? I'm not sure. Maybe what if I'd married someone else (not a desire at all, but something I've wondered about from time to time), my life would be entirely different from what it is now. 29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? No and yes, but not in the traditional sense. 30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. The chair next to me on the right, the child that is being clingy on the left. 31: Smell the air. What do you smell? My house and my perfume. 32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? A casino. 33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? I've never been to the East Coast, so I can't really say. 34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? Oh geez, I don't know. 35: To you, what is the meaning of life? To do your best, be kind, and be happy. 36: Define Art. Life made viewable. 37: Do you believe in luck? Not really. 38: What’s the weather like right now? Rainstorm is heading this way. 39: What time is it? 9:31 am 40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? Yep and yep. Not a big crash, though, minor one. Fixed the alignment! 41: What was the last book you read? Currently reading "Blood Fury" by JR Ward 42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? Don't mind it as long as it's not too strong. 43: Do you have any nicknames? A fair slew. Meg, Megs, Rebel, Mom, Mama, and then standard endearments. 44: What was the last film you saw? Geostorm, I think. 45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? Not sure if this counts as an injury, but I ended up in the hospital with a miscarriage that required surgery. If that doesn't count, I broke my foot falling out of a tree. 46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? Yep! I found one on the grass once during recess as a kid when it was raining, it was close to getting crushed by the other kids playing ball. I held it cupped in my hands so I could show my teacher, its wings dried while I held it, and it flew away while we all watched. 47: Do you have any obsessions right now? Fandom ones, heck yeah. 48: What’s your sexual orientation? Straight. 49: Ever had a rumor spread about you? Probably. 50: Do you believe in magic? Everyday magic, yes. 51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? Yeah. 52: What is your astrological sign? Libra 53: Do you save money or spend it? I spend like it's burning a hole in my pocket. 54: What’s the last thing you purchased? Lunch last week. 55: Love or lust? Love 56: In a relationship? Yes 57: How many relationships have you had? Just one serious one. 58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? Not quite. 59: Where were you yesterday? Home. 60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? My elbow is resting on a pair of my daughter's pink underwear. 61: Are you wearing socks right now? Yep, I love socks. 62: What’s your favorite animal? Bears, penguins, peacocks, owls, dogs. 63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? Being kind and friendly. 64: Where is your best friend? Teaching school. 65: Give me your top 5 favorite blogs on Tumblr. Oh geez, I can't narrow it down to just five! 66: What is your heritage? Mostly British, good mix of other UK and European ancestors, I’m a 2nd generation American. 67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? Watching Gilmore Girls and folding laundry. 68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? Don't think he has one. 69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? Of course. 70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? I hope so. 71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? Save the dog quickly. 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? Yes, everyone. b) What do you do with your remaining days? Be as happy as possible and spend as much time with the people I love as possible. c) Would you be afraid? Heck yes. 73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. A huge part of love IS trust, so love. 74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? Goody Goody by Julie Lavery, it's an upbeat, bouncy song. (Which is funny, because the lyrics tell a sad story) 75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? Nope, I use it as a passcode for stuff sometimes. 76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Humor, taking care of each other. 77: How can I win your heart? Interact with me. 78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? Yep. 79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? To start writing again. 80: What size shoes do you wear? 7 81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? *shrugs* Something nice. 82: What is your favorite word? Popcorn. I love the sound and the visual appearance of the way the letters are arranged. 83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. Love, courage, strength. 84: What is a saying you say a lot? "Best thing ever!" 85: What’s the last song you listened to? "Hey Soul Sister" by Train 86: Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors? Purple! 87: What is your current desktop picture? Shamrocks 88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? I don't know enough to be able to make that decision. Also, too many corrupt world leaders to narrow it down, I think. 89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? I can think of many. 90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? "I am too tired for this nonsense, either sit down and chill or go downstairs and wait until morning." 91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? Time manipulation without accelerated aging. I just want to be able to nap whenever I want and have time to catch up on my Netflix list... 92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? The first time my hubby and I held hands when we were dating. It was perfect and absolutely adorable. 93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? Ugh, I'm not sure, there are two that immediately spring to mind that were pretty awful. 94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? I have no idea. 95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Europe. Anywhere in Europe, but particularly the UK. 96: Do you have any relatives in jail? I don't think so? 97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? I'm sure I did when I was a kid, but not that I can remember. 98: Ever been on a plane? Finally went on one for the first time a couple years ago! 99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? Be kind.

#let's get personal #about me

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jadewritings · 8 years ago

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Searching For My Muse

Author’s Note ~ This idea has been stuck in my head for. So. Long. Enjoy! Oh and I also put my own spin on “Dark Fairies”, hope you like!

Pairing ~ Sam x Blogger!Reader (Sorta)

Word Count ~ 3.2k (I did this all on my own!)

Warnings ~ Graphic scenes, Language, slight smut, dirty talk, fluff, let me know if you see any more

Thank you to @sis-tafics for being my beta!

Hellooo California! Welcome back to Searching for My Muse! Now, as you all know, this blog is dedicated solely to love. I have been getting a lot of questions about my love life, and usually, I wouldn’t talk about it because this blog is for you guys, the people of the world. BUT, since I have gotten well over 300 questions about it, I decided, what the hell?

So I guess we should start off with, do I have a man in my life now? Well dear ladies and gents, I do not. Sure, I’ve flirted with some guys, gone on some dates, but they never really stuck. I will say, I have a crush. I can’t tell you his name but I can tell you that he is gorgeous.

The way his soft, spiky, dark blonde hair rustles in the wind, the way his intense hazel green eyes sparkle with determination. His jawline chiseled, it could slice your eyes just by looking at it. This man is the definition of an angel. If I could get my hands on him… Anyway, back to what I was saying.

Me, being all bark, no bite type of person, I would usually never have the guts to go and talk to him. Thankfully we live nowhere near each other so I’ll never have to worry about it. Another question, I thought it was funny, was if I had gotten any in recent weeks. Well, my dear readers, have you?

In the time it had taken you to write your blog, you had noticed that the cafe you were currently writing in had become less populated. Not that you were complaining, but it’s easier to focus when there’s a light chatter. Since you couldn’t think of anything else to say for your blog, you decided to refill your coffee.

“Excuse me, can I get another espresso please?” you asked the barista, handing them your cup. In the few seconds that you were standing there, you heard the doorbell ring as though someone was opening it.

“Hi, I would like a doppio and a coffee, black, please.”

That voice, it was like from a fairytale. The kind you used to dream of with Dean. You turned around to have your suspicions confirmed. There he was, as handsome as ever, just as you described in your blog. You gulped, quickly grabbing your cup just as the barista handed you it, hopeful that he had not seen you.

A few steps and you would have made it.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

You sighed, slowly turning with your head down so he couldn’t see the bright red blush creeping up on you.

“Hey, Dean. Long time no see.”

“Y/N, I knew it was you! How ya been?”

“Good, good. Just, ah, writing. Doing my own thing I guess.”

“You write? I never knew.”

“Yea, Dean, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

You didn’t mean for that to sound as harsh as it did, but he went to your high school and no matter how hard you tried, he never noticed you. Hard not to resent him even just a little bit.

“Well, it was nice to see you, but I’ve got to go. My brother is waiting outside for me, there’s some family business we have to take care of. We should catch up some time. Here’s my number.”

He took out a pen and grabbed a napkin, scribbling his name and phone number on it just before handing it to you. As quick as he had been there, he was gone. Just like in high school.

Well, guys. I saw the guy of my dreams again. Though it wouldn’t have gone as well as you’d think. God, he’s just like he was in high school; devilishly handsome and mysterious. If you guys ever see someone you secretly love, don’t be afraid to tell them. It’s better to know now than never. See ya in the morning! Goodnight!

You sighed and shut your laptop, rehashing today’s events. It definitely could have gone better. You took out that same napkin and debated whether to actually call him or go to bed, the option to go to bed was outweighing the other. You groaned, tossing the napkin into the bin next to your desk. Sleep was better than delving back into the pool of emotions that Dean Winchester had you swimming in.

It was 4:08 am when you woke to a dry throat in need of some water. Your house is a two story house and your bedroom is to the left when walking up the stairs, at the end of the hall. The wooden stairs are at the end of the hall after you pass the bathroom and guest bedroom. In order to get to the kitchen, you had to go downstairs and to your right is the living room while the kitchen is to the left and the dining room is behind the wall that is consequently a bathroom, is connected to the staircase.

It’s really not complicated, but when you’ve only got three hours of sleep and an empty stomach, it tends to get a bit disorienting. When you finally managed to get to the kitchen and not the living room or dining room, you reached into the fridge and grabbed a water bottle, gulping it down.

What sounded like glass breaking, made you turn around, dropping the half full bottle to the ground, spilling it everywhere. What you saw was something out of a fairytale. Things like this weren’t real, it couldn’t be…

Floating in front of you was a ghostly blue creature. It was tiny and weirdly cute as it floated, staring curiously at you. You stood face to face when curiosity got the better of you, causing you to reach out to it. It turned a fiery red, rushing at you. You couldn’t breathe, almost as though you were drowning. A metallic taste rose up your throat but nothing came out.

You felt it inside you, “playing” with you. Twisting your thoughts and changing you entirely. Your front door flew open, though your vision was darkening quickly, you called out, “Dean?”

The halls twisted and turned, making you feel like it was never ending. You ran and ran from what was chasing you. You could hear it but every time you turned around, nothing was there but a sickeningly, deep, forced growl. It all felt otherworldly.

At the final turn, you saw a white glowing door and ran to it as fast as you could. No matter how much your legs burned and ached, no matter how out of breath you were, and certainly, no matter how much those voices tried to lure you back, you kept going.

It was like a break through when you forced your eyes open against the harsh lights. It all felt like a really bad hangover until your eyes twisted around the room. You were on a bed in the middle of an iron built room, weapons all around, things you’ve never seen before and an iron door. You sat up but the room twisted and you felt all of the contents in your stomach try to escape.

“Hello?”

Your voice was quiet and hoarse. It hurt to speak but you had to find out what happened. What was that thing in your house? Why was Dean there? And more specifically, where were you now?

The door felt cold when you leaned against it. You carefully tapped on the door to see if it would hurt. When it didn’t, the panic set in and you started banging with more force, willing your voice to speak louder, to the point of screaming at the top of your lungs while tears streamed down your face. The door latch moved and the door slowly opened.

In front of you, stood an older man. He was wearing a grey plaid shirt under a green vest and blue jeans along with a hat. He had a bit of pudge to him and a brown beard and blue eyes. He was cautious towards you and held a shaved shotgun but lowered when he had seen your state. You could only imagine what you looked like if it was anywhere near how you felt.

“Where am I? What happened to me? Who are you?”

“Calm down, Darlin. You’re safe. You can come out now, we’ll explain everything when you get something to drink and food in your stomach.”

Something about him felt safe, homey, like a parent protecting their offspring from the world. So, you followed without hesitation. You went up the stairs just outside the room and into a finely furnished home.

Two men stood in the living room when you entered. One looked concerned and the other looked like he was about to explode, a look you recognized from high school. “Dean?”

He looked up, that intensity in his eyes putting you off balance yet again.

“Y/N! You’re okay? Bobby, she’s okay?” he walked over to you and hugged you tightly.

“Yes, boy. Give the girl some space, she’s still weak.”

You had only got a whiff of his scent before he let you go, though it was nice that he wouldn’t leave your side. He finally let out the breath he had been holding in from hearing you scream for hours on end as Bobby got rid of whatever it was overtaking you.

You turned to the man named Bobby. “Thank you. I don’t really know what happened but I could feel you there, helping me. So thank you.”

“You’re welcome. These boys would’ve taken forever.”

You laughed and the tension in the air finally died down. Everyone became more relaxed after that.

“Oh, Y/N, this is my brother Sam.”

You turned, never really noticing the brother but now that you have, he was something different.

He meekly extended his hand to yours, “Hi. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“U-Um, same goes to you.”

You took his hand, and you could have sworn an electric shock went through you but it wasn’t the time to think about stuff like that. You wanted and needed to get to the bottom of what happened, hours earlier.

“Wait, let me get this straight. You’re telling me that, that cute little fairy thing I saw in my house was actually a Dark Fairy? And…Monsters, the things in my nightmares, are very real…awesome.”

Sam sat down next to you on the couch, putting a hand on your leg and one behind your back. You inhaled sharply when the hand on your leg began moving up and down. You knew he was just comforting you and this wasn’t the time to be thinking about such inappropriate things about your high school crush’s brother but you couldn’t just throw his hand off you, that would be rude.

“Uh, I think I’d like to go home now.”

“Y/N, it’s not safe to go home. You’ll be staying here with us. You’re lucky we got the damn thing out when we did.”

“Dean.”

“No Sam, she needs to understand just what is going to happen if she leaves. It’s going to enter you and eat you from the inside out. It won’t feel great either. It’s going to make you feel crazy and make you go insane but not before-”

“Dean!”

“NO, DAMNIT! She was in there screaming bloody murder for days! I’m not going to let that happen again!”

“Wait, Dean. I wasn’t in there for days. I was only in there for a few hours… right?”

Sam turned to you and a look of pity washed over his face. Your gut wrenched, knowing his answer.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

You ran as fast as you could until you found a bathroom in the house. You locked the door behind you and paced back and forth. You cried and cried until you couldn’t. A few minutes after you settled down, there was a knock at the door. It was Sam.

“Just a minute.”

You turned and looked in the mirror. You turned it on and splashed your face, drying it on the towel hanging from the metal rack. Sam was patient in waiting so you took a deep breath and unlocked the door, inviting him in.

“Hey. Look, I know this is hard for you. It’s hard to understand for someone who wasn’t raised into this life, but Dean means well and what he was saying, it’s true. If you go home, there is a high chance that you get attacked again.”

You sighed frustratedly, “Fine. You’ll protect me right, Sam?”

“Of course, Y/N, if that’s what you want.”

Bobby gave you a guest room to sleep in while the boys got the couch downstairs. You didn’t know what time it was before you finally passed out.

The night terrors came quickly. You were back in your house, doomed to repeat the situation over again, each time getting more and more painful. It felt all too real. You could feel the air being sucked out from your body, the atmosphere becoming more and more tight.

You struggled out from under the blanket covers, racing to the door, trying to get out, but ultimately meeting the monster again.

You screamed, for Dean, for Sam, for anyone to help.

“Y/N! Damnit. Sam, we’ve got to help her!”

Bobby did the same ritual he did and you immediately woke, forehead slickened with sweat, heart racing, and tears falling from your chin. You got up from the bed and raced out of the home as fast as you could. You couldn’t take this, you would rather not know about monsters being real than to be at risk of dying young from knowing.

Before you realized where you ran off to, it was too late. No one in sight for miles and forests surrounding your environment. This was not going to be easy.

Dean and Sam raced to the impala, hoping they’d find Y/N. It wasn’t long before they found you walking the streets.

“Dean, I’m fine. I was just a bit scared and ran off. Don’t worry, I’m okay now.”

Dean looked skeptical but took your word for it, for now. Sam sat in the backseat with you, so you decided to start a conversation.

“So Sam, how has dear Dean been since high school?”

You put a hand on his thigh, slowly tracing circles. He cleared his throat and looked quite uncomfortable but you didn’t care, you were doing nothing wrong.

“U-Uh, heh, as well as you’d expect I guess.”

You moved your hand up further, biting your lip as you looked at the road with a smirk playing on your lips. Your hand was placed there, occasionally squeezing, the entire car ride. You could tell Sam was nervous, every few minutes he would clear his throat and wiggle around.

You waited until you got to the bunker and Sam alone to finally push him against the wall, attacking his lips before he could say anything. He was stunned for a moment but slowly started to kiss back. Before he knew it, he was viciously ravaging your mouth with his tongue.

“Mmm, wait, Y/N.”

Sam pulled away from you, gasping for breath. His swollen lips turned you on even more and you went in for another kiss but he pushed you away.

“Y/N! What’s wrong with you? This isn’t you.”

“What are you talking about Sammy? This is exactly what you wanted all along isn’t it? I saw the way you looked when I did this-” you placed your hand on his thigh again, sliding up just as you did before, and palmed his strained erection, “You just can’t wait to pound me into the mattress, fucking me with your hard, thick cock. Yank my hair back while you bend me over and spank me. Mmmm, don’t you want that Sam? I sure do.”

You could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to do just that. Your core ached for it, for that release. But Sam didn’t think the same. He took hold of your arms and moved you out of his way. At this point you had had enough and lunged at him, knocking him to the floor.

“What the hell!”

“You are going to fuck me, right now.”

Before you knew what was happening, things became blurry and all together, black. You were in and out of consciousness. Voices came in pieces, the words a blur in your mind.

“Kum savaltcha… “

Darkness.

“Ar noyang, kun enna, ret augus…”

Darkness again.

“Kkuum doinsha and getta wabasach shul!”

When all was said and done and you finally regained full consciousness, the harsh light hit your eyes in a hurry. Blurry figures were placed at your left and right, carefully resting your arms on their shoulders.

“Sam? Dean?”

Once again your voice was hoarse and barely audible.

“Shhh, it’s okay. It’s all over.”

Your back hit the soft comforter as they laid you down. Sam pulled the covers over your body, moving your hair and kissing your forehead softly. They both turned to leave when you reached out and grabbed Sam’s wrist.

“Sam..please…stay with me?”

“…Of course, Y/N.”

Dean gently smiled and left the room, shutting the door behind him, while you moved over so Sam could climb in with you. When he settled, you rested your head on his chest along with your hand. He wrapped his arm around you tightly, like he never wanted to let go.

“Sam?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I.. I remember… what I did. I said things I shouldn’t have and I… did things.. I shouldn’t have.”

“That wasn’t you. That was the thing controlling you. You don’t have to apologize.”

“I remember, when I ran. I got lost in the forest, so I sat near a tree and cried. I remember hearing something, like a buzzing and the next thing I know, everything’s black. I could feel my body moving but I couldn’t see anything. It all came to me in pieces. It…It used me for it’s own pleasures.”

Sam rubbed his thumb up and down your back, it gave you comfort. Tears you hadn’t realized were there, spilled onto his shirt. You looked up at him, wanting to apologize a million times over, but you both just looked into each other’s eyes. He wiped away the tears, his hand lingering on your cheek. You leaned into it, the warmth giving you comfort, and lightly kissed it.

Sam grabbed your face and pulled you into him. The last kiss was hunger filled, lust filled, but this one, this one was gentle and loving. You put your feelings into it, letting him know just how much you truly cared.

Well guys, turns out the one I thought was the one, wasn’t actually the one. It was his brother! I had a crazy week and I’m sorry I sort of ditched ya’ll for a little bit but, things are back to normal. Well, things will never be normal again. This blog started out as a little blog about how a girl wanted to find love and turned into a big advice column. Thank you guys so much for sticking around, but I think it’s time to end this chapter of my life and start a new one. I guess you could say, I’ve found my muse.

#sam winchester x reader #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #sam x reader #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom #supernatural au #spn fanfic #spn fandom #Spn au #spn one shot

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chikotos · 8 years ago

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speaking of That my mom is finally recognizing that when I say “i dont feel good” it doesnt mean i have a cold or sth its that Uh, im probably experiencing suicidal thoughts and cant express it well (or at least smth along those lines) and my house has been dirty cuz i havent cleaned in a while or i cant keep it clean and she n my sister cleaned an area and i repeatedly told her not to bc shes always using my sister to do things im not adequate enough to do on time and its rlly not fair to her even if she doesnt realize it cuz like shes only 12 & we dont ever even talk so she shouldnt have to take care of someone 5 years older than her.. and i was gonna clean but I basically slept all day so i could just clean alone at night when I feel safe to walk around the house . i wasnt even tired idk why i slept but now im eerily awake and maybe will be umless i force myself to sleep

its so lonely here and thats only hit me like this year cuz all the time before I would go through periods of hanging out after school maybe.. twice a year? and only hanging out with one person whod have many friends but theyd b my only friend which is a problem i tend to have. but it jst got to the point where im realizing, i think cuz i was in my schools drama program n exposed to lots of friendships, that im jst like ,really fucking lonely. Which is unfortunate because ive always been such an internal person at home and have been able to work creatively but thats all like leaving me? art doesnt make me happy anymore because i dislike my art so much and havent had a platform to share it in so long and i guess I thrive on other ppls opinions of it? and I definitely cant write anymore. I havent been able to zone in on an interest in MONTHS and thats left me creatively drained, a lot.

I think im starting to rlly, RLLY redirect my complete attention from interests to ppl (which always ends well am i right lads) and it isnt fair to ppl who like, have others and need space and time etc or Uh, dont even know me. but its like a switch like , I can either be creative or i can feel loved and Boy Howdy, do i need both,

its just weird cuz im the only one in my family thats emoitonal like this and I think thats why i feel so isolated. like im not exxagerating when I say my dad has 0 friends tht arent family. my mom has work friends she will hang out with maybe 4 times a year not for work, but shes always complaining abt social situations which I can understand. maybe my siblings r like that too but my sisters young n focuses on minecraft n stuff n hangs out w friends more than me n we barely know each other so its not like id know, maybe my half brother is but whens the last time hes wanted to talk to me right. like i cry all the time and all it does is make my dad angry at memfor being incompetent and make my mom think its her fault and my sister confused and jst takes up everyones time

and its jst all v strange. like i was kinda raised 2 not have friends, inadvertantly i guess. i can remember my mom trying to make me feel better about something along the lines of u can b okay w/out friends if u have family but she jst told me friends dont matter and im never gonna talk to ppl i meet at my age as an adult, so it stuck w/ me and i started to make moral judgements on ppl on small things we could talk out like say, they use homophobic language sometimes but im sure theyd respect me enough to stop, but id make those judgements before we could befriend each other n take a chance, kinda to protect myself from attachments? but later in life ive found ppl who dont do stuff like that, and thats when i focus in on them im an unfair way to them and they r the only person/group of ppl in my life, etc etc and idk how to stop because im so scared of hanging out w/ most ppl alone i guess? but ill still be here, thinking about like example (namedrop bc he doesnt have me tumblr anyways) my friend jacob tht never hung out w/ me outside of school but i fuccin loved that kid n he just stopped talking to me over the summer n ignored my text i send first day of summer and now we see each other and talk briefly but its like he wont let us be friends anymore and smth like this always happens and its So

and tbh how can i expect it to not happen when i limit myself so much n they will have plenty of other close close friends when i dont? and i think ive gotten better but idk anymore.

and uh, unrelated. I think my dog ive had for 12 years may have to end up being put down this year. hes got cataracts in both eyes and skin diseases and back problems and teeth problems (hes inbred) and hes losing his hearing too and for the past two weeks hes been peeing everywhere and we can let him out but he cant climb stairs anymore n he has to walk them to get to our yard and im the only one w/ the patience to pick him up (hes only 8 pounds) n put him in the yard bc my parents will jst scream at him n my sister doesnt like dogs and hes got seperation issues w me and whines when he cant be in my room which is the farthest from the door out n stuff. and its like rlly stressful my mom will scream at him in front of my sister n brother n me and the other day she said my dad grabbed him by the neck and threw him out on the concrete cuz he peed inside and hes so tiny that thats just gonna make everyting worse and its notmlike i can stop them bc why would anyone listen to me and hed prob b fine for s few more years if he lived in a patient house with ppl who would take him to the vet but theyre prob gonna put him down early snd its gonna b so weird w/out him

when i showered earlier i took s razor with me w/ the intent to cut my thighs, and i did a little, but i never ever draw blood wnd its strange. why am i given these urges when im so fucking terrified of blood. itll still leave marks n stuff but it makes me feel weak ? n ill bruise myself up instead but its never the same. and im such an advocate for help w self harm but i cant for myself. its like i subconsciously want 2 get caught ? idk. i did throw my razor away though and the others i have r rusty and im not THAT much of a dumbass so i dont have options to self harm anymore unless i get new ones. lifehack

and uh lol, having no schedule n it being summer my eating habits r SHIT. it always hurts to eat p much, its at different times n most of the time i just snck only or i dont eat for hours n see black spots n stuff. and when i dont eat its not a body image thing (im nt rlly happy w my nody but its not sth not eating will help with) its cuz i dknt wanna go upstairs for food where my dad is n the snacks r downstairs so its easier, or cuz i forget or cuz i like, want to punish myself? but im too lazy to self harm. its weird

n since ive stopped id’ing as ace officially my internalized lesbophobia has gotten so much worse . im so repressed and lost ans sad, nothinng rly makes sense? I either fall in love w/ anyone who flirts with me or i focus on someone who ill never fucking talk to or see again and imagine countless scenarios n set myself up to b sad. i seek validation from ppl on it but nothhing comes out right or i just cant say it, because other than when i make myself the butt of gay jokes i just cant sven get the words out of my throat that im gay cuz im jst so ashamed and disgusted with myself. ive been looking at pictures of guys lately cuz ive been trying to force myself to like them. back when i thought i was pan it always felt safer bc i could always just love a cis guy or whatever and everything would b okay for my family ykno. and its such a shameful thing for me bc my irl friends who im out to, most see me as v confident abt it at least a little bc im loud abt it u kno, and make all sorts of jokes, and i jst know so many would b surprised or like sad abt that

i want to stop liking girls so much. like holy shit. i have so many straight girl friends and i hate it when they flirt with me because lik, none r my type so i feel nothing but then i feel like i shiuld then feel like No i shouldnt then feel like i shouldnt even be around them bc im a gross disgusting creepo dyke predator. n they always use the excuse of me having a gf so its fine id never hit on them well like, now im single so i have to be DOUBLE careful not to b affectionate w them as im w all my friends and itsssssssssssssmjshfjhdjfhsjdhjshdjshdjhsjdhsjhdjshdk

and i like, think abt this girl alot n yea its romantic even thomwe never fucking talked n rlly i do that w lots of girls and its making me lose out on friendships bc i wanna b their friends somehow bc i think theyre very cool n stuff but i cant stop hodling on to stupid daydreams n idealizations i get to distract me when im sad n its jst stupid like i know its dumb but guess whos boutta keeeeeeppppp doin it??!!!!! boy!!!

and i try so damn hard to talk feeling out, n talk abt who im attracted to n stuff w ppl, n i try so hard to gush but i cant cuz smth comes outta my mouth and then i cant speak past that and no one ends up rlly knowing how i feel, bc ANY time i talk abt anytingngay related abt me its what happens. and i listen to others talking abt tht stuff and i jsut get so god damn JEALOUS bc idk how to express myself

all these inadequacies n shit is making it rlly hard to see how,im gonna b on my own n its always been like this. at TWELVE YEARS OLD i came to fhe fucking conclusion that i was just gonna kill myself when i turned 18 so i didnt have to deal with all this and i was OKAY WITH IT and i just went through life knowing that and hiding it and so rarely questioning my inevitable suicide as a childc so instead of dealing with all that n my problems n getting better i let myself get worse cuz uh, fuck it right

idk its all just occured to me how im not a fully functioning human being, in seberal if not all aspects of my life, its weird. now that I actively want to live and realize i uh Kinda have to simce ill b the legal guardian of my brother its all very scary

sorr i was all over the place and all the typos i didnt mean anyof them n im not crytyping like, i cried a bit but i jst hate typing kn thsi shitty tablet keyboard, n dont wanna spellcheck. if u read through comgratulations also please dont message me abt like the self harm junk n my dog n stuff like, whatever ur abt to say. I Know my guy

time to go uhhhhhhhhhhh daydream about impossible gay shit with guilt in the back of my mind

#personal #animal abuse/#self harm/#other stuff probably i guess #nya #its long uhh full disclosure i sjt wanted to feel like i was talkin 2 someone nyall can ignore this

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these are actually hella fucking cute y’all

I’m answering all of these because as previously stated I have a real thing for filling stuff out. I like being asked questions it’s fun, keeps my brain workin’ :D

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More milk. And I never drink it at the end. I can’t, I’ll get sick. I can’t drink milk, and if I have cereal too often I’ll get sick. But it’s just not right if there isn’t lots of milk D’: 2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? NOOOOOOOOOOO DDDDD: 3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Anything? I think there’s a Mythology book around here somewhere with a peanut M&M’s wrapper in it.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? I don’t put anything in tea, and I’ll drink black coffee, but sometimes I put creamer in it. If it’s available. I like peppermint mocha best yum :D

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Nope! I think it’s pretty nice, actually. It’s one ofthe few things I actually like about myself lol. I hate my body and my acne but I think my nose, eyes, and smile are decent. I had braces so my teeth are straight. I didn’t wear my top retainer though so there’s a small gap, but it doesn’t bother me. Except when I eat apples. The skin always gets stuck >:( My teeth could be whiter, and they’re small and square looking, but I think my smile is alright.

6: do you keep plants? No, but I want to. I just can’t keep up with that stuff. And my room faces a very shaded yard so sunlight really doesn’t come in.

7: do you name your plants? I totally would! 8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? I prefer to draw with pencil/colored pencil, charcoal, and I’m trying to use inking pens. I suck at painting lol. I did just get a tablet, though, and Autodesk Sketchbook. So that’s been fun to play with. 9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? Oh yeah. I would love to be able to sing really well. So far I can do a decent Marilyn Monroe impression lol. My favorite thing to sing along to is No Doubt. I love Gwen’s voice. It’s a good exercise too, all the vibrato and crazy patterns she does. I also like to sing Heart, too. My boyfriend says I sound pretty good, but I still won’t let anyone else hear me lol. Even though he’s a musician and probably knows what he’s talking about, I still don’t think it’s that great haha 10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Yes.

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? Hmm I can’t think of any that don’t require a long explanation lol. Well okay, how about this. I didn’t ever really drink until I turned 21 (almost exactly a year ago, January 17!), and then when we’d hag out with friends and I’d get drunk, I’d start going up to people whispering “Hey. I’ve never been drunk before” in their ear lol. Like ever time it happened (which wasn’t all that much, I’m still not a huge drinker). It got to the point that now if I drink, everyone goes “Watch out for Robyn, she’s getting drunk for the first time!”

12: what’s your favorite planet? Uranus ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Hehe uhm Jupiter, because it’s full of gas, like me? I’ve honestly never really thought about this. I think Neptune is the prettiest, and I like the idea that humans may be able to live on Mars. ~Sailor Pluto is my favorite Sailor Scout. :D

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? A mess hahahahahahahahahaaha. She has three cats and I have a dog. We both have depression, anxiety, BPD, OCD, and ADHD. (fun fact, our diagnoses are identical. We both have PTSD as well). But we love doing crafts and not cleaning our rooms, so I imagine there would be glitter, scrap fabric, pencil shavings, and wadded up paper everywhere. Among the pet hair, of course! 15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! 99% of the solar system’s mass is the sun! (shit!) 16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? S P A G H E T T I

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? Uhm well I’ve literally had every color lol. But right now, I’m having a lot of trouble getting red to stick to the lengths, it keeps fading to brown immediately. My hair is very damaged so it’s not too cooperative at this point :/

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. Uhm ok so I have IBS pretty bad, right? My friends and I went to Denny’s one night. We came back to one friend’s house, and I needed to fart (Sorry, this is gonna be gross lol). So as my friend Nick was coming up the stairs, I stuck my butt out and farted on his chest area. Only I didn’t fart. I pooped on him. HAHA and now everyone laughs at me because I shit on the bass player! The best part was I ran to the bathroom and I had my boyfriend get my spare undies from the car (gotta have those when you got that Irritable Bowel), and when I went back downstairs, Nick had no idea what had happened lololololol 19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? Nopeee 20: what’s your favorite eye color? I mean as far as what I find attractive, brown. Big brown eyes. On guys and girls. But especially guys. Girls with light eyes can still be cute but I think dark eyed men are just the best <3 That’s not to say there aren’t also some attractive men with light eyes (points to Bradley Cooper, Chris Hemsworth, Conrad Veidt, J o n a t h a n J o e s t a r). 21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. My smiley backpack! I just started really using it about a year ago, but I got it when I was like 3. so it’s around 19 years old. I actually just ripped one of the straps out partially last night, and I gotta sew it (thanks for the reminder!). It’s about a foot in diameter, and it’s just a giant yellow circle with a simple black smile and eyes and two straps. 22: are you a morning person? If by morning person you mean I stay up all night and am awake still when morning comes. Though I was up from Thursday evening to last night with no sleep, so I slept all last night and have been up since 6:30 this morning. 23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Well since I’m pathetic and I don’t have a job and the Kent State University won’t let me have Financial Aid (due to dropping my classes last semester because of HEALTH ISSUES, wtf), every day is like that. I hate it, actually. I do nothing but sleep. I stare at my computer for hours, scroll tumblr and Facebook, get out drawing supplies and then stare at the paper and cry, lay in bed and cry, cry and cry ;u; 24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? My boyfriend, Mr. Alexander Tortorella. He’s been one of my best friends since 2010, and my boyfriend for a little over 2 years. Also my two closest friends, Taylor, who I’ve been best buds with for over ten years (we even got tattoos together) and my friend Ryanne who I mentioned before (the one with all the problems like me lol). 25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? No where, I’ve never broken into anyplace. Other than my car once because I locked the keys in it lol. 26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? I actually have these flat slip on clogs that have like a brown sweater fabric that I got in 2006. I wear them pretty much all fall/winter if I’m just running to the store or to someone’s house. If there’s no snow, of course lol. I also have Converse I got in 2007 that have the British flag on them, and The Who’s logo on the tongue. there’s smiley faces drawn on the rubber at the toe, and along the side banding one one of them are lyrics to “What a Catch Donnie” by Fall Out Boy.

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? I love regular bubblegum’s taste but it doesn’t last long enough to bother. 28: sunrise or sunset? Sunset 29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Uhh…? My friends aren’t really “cute” people hahahahaha. I mean Taylor has called me “Bobert” for years and that’s funny lol 30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? Yeah this one time when I was little I floated too far on a raft in Lake Erie and thought I was gonna end up in dying lol. I mean compared to other things that have happened in my life that really isn’t anything too bad, but the fear I felt at the time was so immense. 31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I love socks! Cool socks. I’ve got Marvel hero socks, whale socks, Star Wars socks, Sailor Moon socks, Winnie the Pooh sicks, sailboat socks, and funky pattern socks. I hate sleeping in socks though. I also have a collection of black dress socks from marching band haha 32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. I got naked and chased a friend down the street when I was 17. That was my one experience being drunk before I was 21 lol 33: what’s your fave pastry? Friggin Oreo Poptarts. They count. 34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? Little Pooh! And Big Pooh! I have a like 2 and a half foot sitting Pooh Bear and a small one. I dragged them both everywhere when I was little. I still slept with the small one until I was like 16. But it’s so worn and falling apart, I needed to switch to a larger version to cuddle lol. Now I just kinda cuddle whatever teddy bear or stuffed animal I grab haha 35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? Yes, but I don’t really have them. I do have some super cool Norman Rockwell notecards. And I have rainbow pens I use to color coordinate notes. I’’l freaking rip a page out and re-write everything if i mess up. 36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? Well I’m currently listening to “Fly” by Sugar Ray and I’d say that’s doin’ it pretty well :D 37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? Yeah so have you seen a tornado’s aftermath? 38: tell us about your pet peeves! People who chew their nails (Glares at Alex, even though he’s not here). Girls who talk all hood, and act dumb for attention, then get offended when you don’t take them seriously. 39: what color do you wear the most? Black lol 40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? I wear a ring everyday, I only take it off to shower. Alex has one too. They’re silver bands, and they have the coordinates to our high school engraved in them (that’s where we met). One has the latitude, one the longitude. Inside mine it says “Alex”, his says “Robyn”. 41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? White Oleander by Janet Fitch. 42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! I just like Starbucks. I’m a white girl. Sue me. 43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Alex 44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? əʇndɯoɔ ʇou səop 45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Oh, no. I overthink everything 46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. I can’t just do this on the spot!!! The other day a friend asked if I was going into the medical field, because I was really nursing my beer lol 47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? BEANS. All beans. Fuck beans. 48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Yep, spiders. 49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? The last CD I bought I think was Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge by My Chemical Romance. I’ve had every word of it memorized for like 10 years, but I never actually owned a hard copy. The last record I bought was probably Houses of the Holy by Led Zeppelin. *note; as I was moving on to the next question, the song “Houses of the Holy” came on my iTunes o.O (though let it be noted as well that the song “Houses of the Holy” is actually on the album “Physical Graffiti). 50: what’s an odd thing you collect? Souls. And old empty bottles. Like empty pop bottles. Not so much anymore, but I have a ton of them in my room that I use as decoration 51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? Pretty much anything from Def Leppard’s Pyromania or Van Halen’s 1984 reminds me of my dad because those are his favorite albums (and 2 of mine) 52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? I mean the salt guy is funny? I’ve really been slacking in the dank meme area lately. I am truly ashamed. 53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? I have only seen Beetlejuice of those (I knowwww), and I like it, but the heavy late 80′s asthetic creeps me out a bit. Not the stuff that’s supposed to be creepy, but all the black and white checkerboard and stripes, bright colors, and things like that lol 54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My dog, because I wouldn’t let her have her bone back (it was bed time!) 55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? We don’t need to discuss that. Once again; I have BPD. That should tell you plenty. 56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Not being an asshole. That’s about it. 57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? I mean I do sometimes, other times I just listen and enjoy it. My friend Nick did a project for school (he’s a music production major) where he mixed the original tracks differently, and he made the bass and snare more prevalent and now the original sounds empty to me hahaha 58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? Lol what??? I mean I drink wine more than anything, but I probably drink more vodka than anyone else too lol. Most of them just smoke that reefer to be honest. Alex and I don’t, he doesn’t drink either. And I rarely drink vodka. But no one else ever does lol 59: what’s your favorite myth? The brown sound lol. The idea that there is a decibel so low that if you hear it, you’ll poop yourself! They proved it to be false on Mythbusters, though. 60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I used to write poetry a lot. I actually was published in a national anthology of selected student poets in 9th grade. I have trouble being creative anymore, though. I like Thoreau and Walt Whitman. We studied them in 11th grade. 61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? I’ve never really given a gag gift. Though one time I wrapped a robe I got my sister in a series of boxes and duct tape just to mess with her :D I wouldn’t say I’ve ever received anything “stupid”. 62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Nope. I like apple juice, though. Orange juice makes me sick. Acid reflux issues. 63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? OOOOHHHHHH Gotta be in alphabetical order. Though currently my books are strewn across my floor, mixed in with clothes, my Sailor Moon VHS collection, shoes, makeup, blah blah blah 64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Really light grey. Ohio is bland and gross. 65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? My friend Taylor. she doesn’t live very close so I don’t ever see her anymore :’( 66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? I have a few I made over the summer. My favorite is just a bunch of daisies. I love daisies <3 67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Lol indifferent. That’s what today looks like, and pretty much everyday around here. 68: what’s winter like where you live? Well when I was younger, it was snowy and bright and fun. Now it barely snows, and it’s always gloomy and muddy and gross. My basement flooded a couple days ago because it rained so hard. 69: what are your favorite board games? MONOPOLYYYY. I got a Dogopoly for Christmas hehe. I like Sorry and Clue a lot too. 70: have you ever used a ouija board? Nope

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? Green tea, and the youthberry/ wild orangeblosson tea from Teavanna 72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? yeah pretty much. And I still always tell myself I won’t forget shit, and then I do. 73: what are some of your worst habits? Smoking cigarettes, sleeping too much, drinking pop instead of water, picking my nose lol. I’m twitchy and fidgety but that’s just the OCD and ADHD. 74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Uhhhhhhhhh “Big fat faggot”. (that’s actually how he would describe himself, he likes going up to people and saying “I’m REALLY gay”) 75: tell us about your pets! I have my darling baby Mae Mae, she’s around 9(??) she’a a black mutt that looks like a bear/wolf lol. I got her from the Humane Society. Then there’s Bellatrix, who my mom got from the HS. She’s a brindle boxer, almost 4 years old. We have a 7 month old kitten named Hosta. My mom found her in the hosta bushes outside this summer, so we named her after the flowers lol. We also have a guinea pig, of my sister’s, named Alfie. He’s about 2? 76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? I could use a shower. 77: pink or yellow lemonade? Pink <3

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? I thought they were cute in Despicable Me, but it’s gotten way out of hand. 79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? Alex once bought me ice cream and flowers and made a sign that said “sorry for being a douche”. I don’t even remember what he did wrong, it was cute :3 80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? Well a few months before we moved in, I painted them purple. Then I decided that was boring like a couple weeks before we moved, and I got tihs cool 70s-looking (or even 30s really) floral wallpaper with like gold and pewter flowers and I put it on two walls. I painted the one wall orange, the tiny bit around the closet sage green, and the area around the door with chalkboard paint. Then I got mad one day about a year later and went and bought light green and covered the orange. I still don’t really know why lol. 81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. Dude what? I don’t stare at anyone’s eyes? 82: are/were you good in school? HAHAHAHHA. I got suspended for mooning someone. That’s all you need to know. 83: what’s some of your favorite album art? Queen’s News of the World has a sweet cover. Def Leppard’s High N’ Dry, Smashing Pumpkins’ Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, Aphex Twin’s “Windowlicker” single, of course. Green Day’s Dookie, Dio’s Holy Diver. There are aa TON but you know. I’m getting sick of typing lol 84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? I’m planning on getting a lot lol. Currently a Ginger Rogers close-up on my forearm. I have a Pooh sketch on my side, “You’re braver than you believe” (Pooh quote) written in my friend’s handwriting on my right shoulder, and “There’s still time to change the road you’re on” on my right foot (”Stairways to Heaven” lyrics). 85: do you read comics? what are your faves? Yes, Marvel, Infinity Gauntlet is my favorite. (not including manga because I’m ready to be done with this lol) 86: do you like concept albums? which ones? Yeah, they’re cool! Currently I’ve been listening to To Pimp a Butterfly a lot, actually. 87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Star Wars (original 3), Back to the Future, A Clockwork Orange, Metropolis 88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? A R T D E C O, art nouveau 89: are you close to your parents? My mother. I don’t talk to my father much. He was abusive to me, he’s an alcoholic. 90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. I don’t really have any? I don’t live cities very much. 91: where do you plan on traveling this year? I’m going to North Carolina for a wedding, that’s about all I can think of. Probably going camping. 92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? CHEESE ME BABY 93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? Well I’m mostly just at home doing nothing so it’s just kinda down and pushed back out of my face. But when I go somewhere it’s usually something pinup-y or 2 buns on top of my head. 94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? Taylor’s was December 29. But mine is Tuesday! :DDD 95: what are your plans for this weekend? Alex has a show tonight, so there’s that. 96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? ”Remind me tomorrow” 97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? Don’t know, I’ve never taken one of those tests. I’ve started to, but I can’t really answer the questions right. My answer can go either way, my mood is always changing. I don’t believe it’s easy to pin down a BPD patient’s type. I’m a Capricorn, and I’m not really into Harry Potter. My IQ is pretty high though, lol. I’m proud of that. It’s the one thing I have haha. 98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? I don’t remember, but I know I whined the entire time because I’m out of shape lol 99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Uhhhh. My brain isn’t functioning at a very deep emotional level right now lol I can’t think of any? I guess “Blown Away” by Carrie Underwood, it reminds me of my father. 100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Neither. I don’t want to change the way things are now. Sure, I’d love to tell myself “Don’t gain twice your body weight” and “don’t drop our of high school or college” but like, Butterfly Effect. I know somehow that would make it so I never reconnect with Alex, or I end up dating someone I wasn’t happy with, or what if somehow I got in a car wreck and died as a result of something stupid? And I don’t want to see the future. What happens happens and I don’t want to live in anticipation.

Feel free to talk to me about any of this stuff! I welcome friends, I’m lonely haha

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in celebration for kish’s birthday i’m rereading the annotated version of the original illu so here it is for ya’ll!!

Includes my annotations from the stream and all the mistakes i made when i was twelve. its horrible. you are welcome

tw for furry bashing (i actually love furries i just hate myself)

Prologue (cara literally wrote that monologue from the hangover about being a lone wolf

at the bottom of the page)

The name Illusien has a history. A special name, on Glacitoria. It means Illumination. The name has always been given to a young woman; never a man or boy. The woman would receive her powers on her 16tth birthday; from that moment on, she became the light of Glacitoria. The name was only given every 110 years. The name was a promise, a promise of life. She would live 100 years (????), then ten more years later, she would be reborn. Each time a different woman, a different power, a brighter light. Each reincarnation stronger than the last. The ruler of all, lover of all, protector, savior, queen……….

Chapter 1: Illusien

The bright sun shone in her eyes. She winced and squinted as she got up and closed the curtains. Amber slowly opened her eyes. She looked around the room searching from her stuff. Tommorrow (aces thats literally how i spelled it) would be her 16th birthday. She couldn’t stand waiting. When all Glacitorian’s turn 16, they can have their genes tested, giving them the ability to obtain their powers, and move into the above ground planet with a real sun and sky. The artificial sky and sun we so annoying to Amber. She slipped downstairs and ran out the front door. "It’s so dirty down here,“ she thought (kill me). "All you can smell is dirt. I wonder if Alex is awake.” (still kill me) Her brown hair glowed red in the sunlight, her freckles lit up her face and her green eyes, murky green and swamplike, shone in the artificial sun. (this is so homoerotic i was so gay) She wondered what it would be like above ground. She hoped it would be much more lovely than this. The thought of only having to be underground for 24 more hours was unbearable. She walked on back to the orphanage. Living in an orphange (FUCKING HELL KATIE CORRECTED THIS TO ORPHANGE) was not odd because after your 16th birthday you were sent up. But, there were in fact squibs (robbed terminology from harry potter), whose (I CANT BELIEVE I USED THE RIGHT FORM OF WHOSE) genes did not match anything but human DNA. So they were not able to go above and were doomed to live underground. Most children did not know their parents. Being so excited, Amber did not know what time it was. She looked at the clock. It was 9:30 pm. And then she drifted to sleep. (LEGENDARY)

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Amber woke up. Happy birthday to me, she thought. She stood up and looked around her room. Lauren was still asleep. (who the fuck is lauren) Wearily, she quietly walked out of the room. She slipped downstairs. Andrea, the squib owner, caretaker, was waiting for her. "Are you ready Amber,“ she asked. "Yes and no, and Andrea?” "Yes Amber,“ "Is Alex comming?” "Yes, Celia is bringing him,“ And they left.

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Amber looked at Alex, her twin brother. He had her hair, but not her face nor eyes. He looked nothing like her. (he was ugly) Knowing soon they would pass into the real Glacitoria, was hard. (not this shit again. ALSO RANDOM COMMA FTW) It was a heavy weight. Soon, they reached a large cave. Andrea and Celia stopped. "We cannot go any farther,” said Andrea. "You must complete the journey,“ this time the voice was from Celia. (??????) Amber hugged Andrea good-bye. Alex walked on. They entered the cave. this cave was dingy and weathered. There was a trickle of water running down through the cave. Amber and Alex kept on and the water grew stronger. "I see light!” Amber exclaimed. They crawled out. It was loud. The rumbling of voices filled the air. (WHERE DO THESE PEOPLE GO. THEY LITERALLY ARE IN THE WOODS ALONE FOR MONTHS OK) They walked towards a door-like arch. "Name.“ A short man boomed from a window (HOW DOES SHE KNOW HES SHORT) "Age.” "Sixteen.“ "Today?” "Today.“ He told her to step into the arch. She did so. A green light flashed around her. (Daisy??? is that you………??) She saw a tail pop out on her back and felt ears sprout on her head. Her hair turned dark red and she felt a warmth. A spark. It landed on her finger tips and went inside her. Pop! (pop yep. i used the word pop. sound effects. slay.) A green (surprise) outfit surrounded her. Black gloves popped (ugh) on her hands. A whisper. More whispers. Then she started to float down, the light drifted away. The whispers ceased. The dwarf (NOW HES A DWARF APPARENTLY) seemed to be in a daze. But one word stayed on her mind. Illusien.

Chapter 2: The Newest Light

"I’m afraid I’m gonig to have to tell you,” the dwarf (ah…continuity) said, “you’re goig to start to forget who you are. Then you will become someone new.” (DEMENTIA) "Sir,“ said the girl (???? transition????) "does this have anything to do with that word, Illusien, I believe it was?” "I’m afraid it does,“ the (very afraid) dwarf said in reply. "That is now your name. You are the new light for Glacitoria.” It stuck in her head like chewing gum on a desk. ( i like this analogy katie said it was stupid) “You are the newest light for Glacitoria.” She had heard that name before. Illusien. She thanked him and left. She hadn’t seen her brother (bother was accurate tbh) cross through. Her fox ears and tail twitched. (it pains me to write that.) She stood up. Maybe her brother was a squib. The beauty of Glacitoria is more than I would ever imagined, with undisturbed nature, the girl thought, much better than underground. The fresh air smelled and tasted good to Illusien. She closed her green, cat-like (shes a fox tho) eyes to take a deep breath. She felt herself bump into something. (SPOILER: IT KISH) She opened her eyes and looked up. The soft hazel eyes that looked back at her calmed her. His dark hair gleamed in the sunlight (moonlight was written over this but im so confused) Real sun(moon)light, she thought, no artifical stuff. He looked at her with his soft gaze. (hes actually batshit and a brat haha) It made her want to melt. She couldn’t look away. "H-hi-um i-urr,“ she stammered. (ATTRACTIVE) "Hello, my name is Mikish,” he said (awkwardly) cooly. “You can call me Kish.” "Hi, my name is Am–I mean Illusien (theres a little :) next to illusien),“ Illusien said. (cause…we needed…to…hear…her…name…again…) "You know, you’re a legend,.” Kish replied, “( I ca nt believe i ha ve to ty pe this) A (ew) beautiful one at that,” he said looking her dead in the eyes. She blushed. (cause thats what u do when a guy is creeping on you) Wait! Mikish, she thought, the words suddenly creeping into her head; he’s a legend himself! "You know,“ said she (why), "your a legend too.” "Really? I wondered why they acted all weird when I went through two years ago!“ he said sarcastically. (ive used all my exclaimation points for the rest of my life and its only page like 6) She laughed. She couldn’t help it. (ew ew ewewewwe WHY DO I HAVE TO TYPE THIS) He was so (…………………) handsome, he made her (???? what is) want to sing Amazing Grace at the top of her lungs. (?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????) "You tell my story (??),” Kish said, “And I’ll tell you yours.” (I love how there is always a break in the dialogue)

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As Kish told her of her past, she watched him. All of his movents (?) so perfect, so smooth, so natural (i would fuckin hope so). He was a work of art. She looked into his hazel eyes. They were so beautiful. He must be an angel, she thought. Only an angel could be so beautiful. (evan peters is actually weirdly attractive but lol) Suddenly (obligatory anime faint) she was feeling super dizzy. "Are you okay?!“ exclaimed Kish. "Kish…” (jfc) She closed her eyes and fainted. (why) (actually theres a reason but i didnt do this for that reason unfortunately)

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(I do not want to type this part like no why WHY WHY DID I WRITE THIS. I LET PEOPLE READ THIS) It was dark. Illusien could hear the crackling of fire. She rolled over. Kish! Where was Kish? Kish came through the trees, carrying firewood. (another little :) ) "Well, you’re finally awake!“ Kish said. "What happened?” asked Illusien, rubbing her head. "You fainted!“ (he said mockingly as he laughed at her. he kept laughing. what a fucking idiot) Oh no! (please dont make me do this) (this is literally right out of tokyo mew mew a la mode) I (plz) fainted in front of this (no plz) cute guy? (sigh) say it isnt so!

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The fire was warm. Kish (sorry i changed POVs. now its in Kish’s pov????) looked up at her. She saw him and he averted his gaze. Her tail twitched as she sat across from him. She pulled her hair back into (god fucking damn it. why why why why why why) ribboned (no) pigtails. Her bangs and (rolls eyes into the abyss) frames (anime hair sugoii desu) hung down. Her swamplike eyes lit up in the firelight. His looked gray in the light. It made him look more handsome (so beautiful everyones so beautiful and white). If that was possible. (ew) "Illusien.” "Yes, Kish?“ (addressing one another by name so that the deer arent confused) "You should get some rest. I’ll show you around in the morning. Don’t worry. (oh no here we go with the white boy bull shit) I’ll always be around to protect you. Always. (haha nope)” The words hung in her ears. (which ones) She smiled. "Good night kish.“ "Good night, my light.” (next to it “awwwww how sweet” more like barf)

Chapter 3: Kish

“Good morning! ( :) )” "Whaa!! (oh my god) Oh, kish!“ "Get up we must get going.” "Kish (it looks like kush right here) what are you talking about? You sound worried!“ "I’ll tell you when we get there.” "Okay. I trust you.“ (yoU ARE TOO TRUSTING) –

Her dark red hair bounced as they treaded through the woods. Her orange red ears stood straight up and her eyes on Kish. The evergreen forest around her sent chills up her spine. She decided to follow behind Kish closer. She heard a stick crack. (ACTION) "Kish! Get down!” "What?!“ "Someone’s following us.” They laid down behind a large log. Kish, she thought, where is he? (hes a fast little fucker apparently) Kish was gone. She heard a crack. Kish shot an arrow at their attacker. (apparently hes ann excellent marksman) Illusien got up. She looked older now. (is this really the time for this) She didn’t think as she used to. (its been one fucking day) She walked over to Mikish, who was standing over the body. (who he killed with one shot. with a normal bow and arrow) He picked up an amulet. “This belongs to Xalador (lmfao),” he thought. “This is what I feared!”

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“Kish are we there yet? ( :) )” "Almost.“ They stopped at a stream with a great water fall crashing down. (streams dont get great waterfalls…..like…no. just nope). It’s beautiful, thought Illusien, like nothing ive every seen! "We’re here, Illusien.” "Now tell me what we’re doing.“ –

"We are in danger. Mostly you. Do you know who Xalador is?” "No.“ (why the fuck. she doesnt know anything shit head) "He is a sorcerer (?). His power is greater than mine and has the ability to drain the power from you. That’s what he wants. Your power. He wants to destroy you

once and for all. If you are destroyed in your youth and not before your 100 years are up the light of Glacitoria will be extinguished forever.” (???????? okay whatever) Illusien looked into his gray eyes. They had looked hazel the night before. His hair wasnt as dark either. It was sandyish. (jfc) He looked at her with piercing eyes. (as piercing as an awkward 15 year old virgins eyes can be) She knew he was serious.

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As she sat listening she had an eerie feeling as the words seemed to creep into her head:

“Mikish, the controller of mind (originally his power was water). King of all. Caretaker of Illusien. Always born two years earlier. He would follow Illusien through her journey.

Forever, until his destruction.” (too trusting)

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They picked berries until the sun started to fade. They found their way back as it was almost sunset. Kish went to find firewood. (after sunset probably hes an idiot) Illusien (being a fucking furry) started to play with a mouse. She got bored and killed it. (a symptom of both psychopathy and being a furry) She was about to eat it (?>>>????? fuckin furry) when Kish came back. Kish was going to find some stones to start a fire with. He tried to strike a fire

with stones. (but he fuckin sucks so here we are) Illusien snapped her fingers and the logs burst into flames. (showy littl e cunt) Kish looked at her. (he does that a lottttT) She smiled, proud of herself. She looked at him. She shivered. "Good night Kish.“ "Good night Illusien.” Chapter 4: “What do we do?” (slay me already okay. also this chapter is literally 1 page front and back. thats it)

Illusien woke up. Kish wasn’t there. (this is a reoccuring theme) "Kish?!“ (immediate panic. someone help her) Kish was sitting on the cliff by the water fall. (okay so i have no idea why this is her immediate thought) "I wonder if I can fly or float or something like Kish,” she thought. (HOW DO WE KNOW HE FLIES??? THIS IS THE FIRST EXAMPLE AND LITERALLY NO ONE SAW HIM DO IT) She concentrated. The she floated up. She opened her eyes and flew foward slowly. She tapped down gently beside Kish. (nice to know she magically learned how to fly and is instantly incredible at it) "Kish?“ "Yes, Illusien,” (get ready for it. PREPARE YOUR SELF) “What do we do?” —

(OH GOD. OH GOD YES OH YES LMFAO YES) "Lord?“ "Yes, Malaki?” "We’ve located her.“ "Good. (fave fav e fave) Destroy her not. Lead her to me.” "Lord, what shall we do about the boy?“ ”(THIS IS MY FAVORITE LINE) Bring to me him. I want to see the light leave their eyes.“ (?????????????? im like what cause thats not right but ok) —

Illusien waited for a reply from Kish. It was hard for Kish to say what to do. He did want to go through with it. (with what i m) Kish thought a moment and then realized it had to be done. "Illusien, we have to kill Xalador. If he doesn’t die, we surely will and the whole world will be under his control for all eternity. (i m laughing so hard rn)” Kish couldn’t look her in the eyes. He knew it was dangerous. But so was the rest of her life. One mistake and all of Glacitoria will be gone forever, he thought. Or at least as we know it. "Okay. But one question. How do we kill him?“ (illusien asking the important questions)

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(wtf is this and why did i change povs and shit) All of her past lives, thought Kish,she has defeated her enemies. Throughout all her reincarations she hasn’t failed. But what if this time, she doesn’t suceed??

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Illusien looked around. Crack. Another crack. Something was out there. A dark shadow. It came closer. Then everything went black. (THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR A NARCOLEPTIC EPISODE)

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Chapter 5: Captivity (?)

Kish woke up. He looked around. Illusien was gone. "Illusien!” No answer. He waitied, she didn’t come back. He started on his way. He decided to fly up to see where was. No movement. He couldn’t see anything in the dense forest. He realized he had to track her, (this was good until this point right her) or lose her forever. (F ucKin)

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Illusien startled. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Kish, she thought. She opened her eyes. She was not by the stream anymore. (THE WRITING IS SO LIGHT RIGHT HERE JFC) Illusien felt the tears well up in her eyes. (shes a cryer unfortunately)She didn’t know where she was. A figure appeared in front of her. He smelled charred. (HE SMELLED OF BURNING FLESH. WHAT A FUCKING GREAT DESCRIPTION 12 YR OL D ME BYE) And dingy. (nice. a real man) He leaned down and gave her a hand. (like a real anime gentleman) When she stood her green eyes met his equally murky eyes. His dark hair blew in the wind (fuck) as he looked down at her. (wait i lied this is my favorite line) He didn’t look like a kidnapper. "Hello.“ He said with a (totally sugoi) bow. (who the fuck does this little shit think he is.) ("I just met you and this is crazy. But i just kidnapped you. so fuck me maybe”) Illusien though for a moment, then said, “Hello.” though “why did you kidnap me” would have been more appropriate. (narcolepsy man) His murky eyes glistened (ANIME). Suddenly, she (sighhh) felt weak in the knees. She couldn’t move, she couldnt run, she couldnt (fucking stop making run on sentences?) do anything. (its the GHB in your system, honey. hes a creep.) He was (no good god why did) even more handsome that Kish. (not rly tbh) He was hypnotising. Finally, he spoke up. (did they just stare at each other for like 2 minutes bc) "My name is Luke. I have saved you.“

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"My lord, we have lost her.” "Well, then Malaki, find HER!“ "Lord Xalador.: "Yes Jesse” "Malaki you tell him.“ (pussy) "Lord, we think she has found the boy.” "Do NOT (underlined very heavily) let them get away!!“ (they already…ok) —

Illusien sat across from Luke. It was all confusing to her. (you are too trusting. he could be anyone. he could be a serial killer. a rapist. i mean. you faint all the time. you need to g et away) The journey had not yet begun (what mother fuckin journey are you prattling about) and where was Kish? "I have saved you” From what? She took a bite of the delicious (why was i such a fuckin weeb) rice cake, it was delicious (SLAY Me). Then she looked at Luke. (she looked at look is what i wrote the first time lmao) He stood. She stood too. "Luke?“ (she always addressed people by their name like theres someone else there) "Yes?” "What have you saved me from?“ (DRUMFUCKInrOLL) "Mikish.” "Mikish?“ "Yes. You must not believe him. He is a deciever!” (did i just watch spy kids 3) "Kish?“ Illusien said. "He just doesn’t seem the type.” (what exactly is the type? since….theyre decieving you???) "Oh but he is. He works for Xalador!“ (zaxbys he works at zaxbys) "What can you tell me about Xalador ?( :D)” "He is new to Glacitoria. Very young. In the four months you have been in Glacitoria he have been rising, plotting your downfall.“ (it has literally been like 3 days max. MAX) "Why was I chosen?” "You will find out. Illusien, you are the light. You are our queen, and our savior. Now, you should be worried about destroying Xalador.“ (he dont know. cryptic little shi.t) Illusien looked up. She didn’t remember who she was anymore. (??) She turned to face Luke, who was standing behind her. "Luke, I don’t know who to trust, anymore.” "You can trust me.“ "Well. That’s exactly what Kish said.” (SASS)

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Lord Xalador stood. He was ready to destroy all surrounding him. "Malaki (i cant wait till i ge t to the glorious mispelling of his name), why is it the simple things I ask of you and Jesse, never get done!“ "Sir, we try our best.” "Your best is not suitable!“ (wreckd) "Lord, may we add that–” "Jesse, fetch me Mikish.“ —

Illusien looked up (she does that a fuckin lot) throught the trees. The tall oak she was under glistened with dew. "You can trust me.” Can I really trust him? she pondered. Is he right about Kish? Luke walked around the tree to where Illusien was sitting. He looked at her. She caught his gaze and he looked away. (ahh. romance.) "Illusien?“ "Yes?” He reached around his neck. He took off his necklace. It had a ruby on the end. "I want you to have this.“ (white boy gift) "Your pendant?” (fuckin wait for it) "No. My promise. ( :) )“

Chapter 6: Lessons

She let her hair down. (god damn it) She brushed through it. (katies annotation on the page: "WHERE IN THE HELL DID SHE GET A BRUSH?”) Luke, it bounced through her head, Luke. (new hotter boy instant crush) She clutched the pendant with one hand. She closed her eyes. (was this it? was this the boy she was going to give her virginity to? was this love? she had his necklace, a part of him, a symbol of his affection. theyd only known each other a day, and he hadnt even asked her to be his girlfriend….but still…the necklace had to mean something….right????) She looked over at Luke. He was still sleeping. She stood, put out the fire, and went to sleep. Luke opened his eyes (like a fuckin creeper), snapped his fingers and the log burst back into flames. (WHHHHAAAT)

— (HOLY SHIT THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD AND I LOVE THIS PART BYE) The sun shone through the trees. Kish was on his way to Xalador’s castle. He was upset with himself. He thought, why did I let her get away? Lord, oh god, the Lord will probably kill me, I wasn’t (best spelling mistake ever) supposeded to let her go. He shook his head. I didn’t want to bring her in the first place. (!!!!) No use fighting emotions now. He couldn’t believe he let himself fall in love with her. (in 3 days nonetheless. impressive) He looked up, the castle was just up ahead. He took a deep breath and pushed her out of his head for a moment, and headed inside. (this isnt the part i thought it was)

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“So who is this Xalador guy any ways? I mean seriously, no one will tell me anything.” "When the time comes, you will know.“ (this guy is useless. he aint know shit from dirt) "Why does everyone keep saying that?” (because i was twelve and hadn’t actually come up with anything yet. i literally sat in my prealgebra class and wrote you) "Because it’s true. You will know the horrible truth when the time comes,“ he paused, "and that is a promise.” (grOSS LITTLE SHIT STOP SAYING THAT) Illusien looked away. (b-baka!!) She knew he would keep his promise. She clutched her necklace, closed her eyes, and turned to face him. "What about my brother?“ —

"Mikish, your late.” (a wizard is never late, frodo baggins. nor is he early. he arrives precisely when he means to) "Yes, my lord, I know, I apologize.“ ("I brought starbucks tho.” “You asshole! I only drink coffee from joe muggs! the cafe inside books a million!! sarah is my favorite barista!1” “OH NO SORRY MY LORD”) "Where is the girl?“ (he asked, stroking his hairless face. he was a dark lord. why could he not grow facial hair.) "Lord, you must understand, I, I…I lost her. She was kidnapped in the night.” "Useless! Everyone of you. Malaki, Jesse, and you, of all people, Mikish I trusted you to bring her to me!“ "My lord! I really, please I beg of you, one more chance.” "Fine, Mikish. Get out of my sight.“

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"Your brother, made it through, that’s true. But I say with a heavy heart, I cannot tell you what has happened to him.” There was a brief silence between them. She (surprise) looked up at him. "Teach me. Teach me to control my powers, Luke. I know you have the power of fire just like me. So teach me.“ He hesitated, "Okay Illusien, I promise.” (shuuuuut uppppp) —

(OKAY I LOVE THIS PART LMAO) How could I be so stupid? Kish kicked a tree. I can’t believe I did this. (from this point on katie is writing the scene and im helpingokay sorry. this is us together.) She probobly is sitting with the rebel boy, and he is telling her who i really am. He pulled at his hair in frustration. Lord Xalador expected Kish to bring Illusien to him. How did Xalador talk me into this? If only I’d known……… (katie wrote: “how much of a slut she is…..” jfc man we were so brutal to this poor narcoleptic furry) Luke looked at Illusien. Her breathing was soft and light. She looked so much beautiful when she slept. (lmfao im dying rn so much beautiful) She was peaceful. The questioning look on her face was gone. (im always so confused by the weird out of context things katie wrote. like wtf was she talking about.) He could see the damage Kish had done. (da…mag..e…??/) She stirred slightly. He wondered what she dreamt about. Kish had put through her head so many lies. Luke could see she didn’t want to believe him about Kish. (reasonable…since she doesn’t even know you dude.) Her gentle nature was greater than he had ever seen. (oh not this fucking bullshit again comE ON) Her radiance and beauty were equal to her personality. (nonexistant??? cause really shes kind of like a brick.) (katie wrote: “bullshit! :)”) Illusien shivered in her sleep. He walked over and covered her with his blanket. She calmed. He wouldn’t need it anyway because he wouldn’t be sleeping anyway. (…..what he gonna do bc,) Kish would be on his way to find her at anytime and he had to be alert. (right. cause kish is the biggest threat in the whole forest. im laughing too har d omg)

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Kish wandered through the forest. He couldn’t find her. It’s no use, he thought, the rebel boy has probably taken her out of the woods by now any way. (neg. also THE REBEL BOY WHY DID WE CALL HIM THAT IM GONNA PEE.) Kish was confused. He wanted to be with her but he wanted her to be safe. (be…with…her……..youve known her like 4 days, kiddo. you just…want…other things ok) He knew this was impossible, but he couldn’t think clearly anymore. The other night he had read into her thoughts. He implanted false thoughts and sensed where she was. (sensed where she was?? ok katie PLEASE explain this to me i do not understand your reasoning behind this.) HE COULD DO THAT AGAIN!!! DUH!!!! (i dont think m y commentary is necessary on this lmao) The answer was right there! But did he want to put her in jeporady? (thats how its spelled) (katie loved loved loved the word jeopardy) As soon as they were together again, she would be in trouble. (understatement of the generation. TROUBLE. HA. more like mildly mortal peril) If he could just decide! Thoughts kept whirling through his head. If he sacrificed her safety for his pleasure (WOW. WOW. WOW. THATS HIGHLY INNAPPROPRIATE WORDING FOR A TWELVE YEAR OLD. WOWZA) he would be a jerk. If he didn’t look for her, he would be killed. Maybe they just weren’t meant to be………….

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Illusien stirred. She slowly opened her eyes. It was morning. (WILL LUKE BE THERE.) She looked down and realized that Luke had given her his blanket in the night. The fire had long since gone out. She wondered where Luke was. She hadn’t seen him since last night. (OH NO) As hard as the truth is to realize, Illusien said to herself, I’m starting to believe Luke. (under what basis? you’ve hardly spoken to the guy, and the only thing you really know about him is that he’s kinda cute and he smells bad. he told you that the last guy you were with was the bad guy but you didn’t really have any stock yourself that made it fit and you have absolutely no reference that can tell you if thE MAN WHO KIDNAPPED YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT IS TELLING YOU THE TRUTH) (like sorry that birdman jr told you no flamingos when it came to kish but like you dont really know either of these guys) I mean, if kish was really that worried about me, wouldn’t he come looking for me? (girl) And waht about when I brought up the subject of Xalador? He spoke hesitantly and always seemed to be hiding something. (did he??) Luke, wouldn’t lie to me, would he? (YOU DONT KNOW THAT.) Luke, she was starting to fall for him. (YOUVE DECIDED THIS IN LESS THAN 3 PAGES) He was handsome and charming. (not the word i would use) But still, she still was getting over how Kish had built up her trust and was going to turn her over to the “Lord Xalador”. (but still she still) She sensed Luke in the near distance, heading back. (her furry senses were tingling) Illusien quickly made sure her hair was in place, her ears neat, her tail shiny, and that she had nothing on her face. (picturing her grooming herself was the least attractive thing and im sure luke is not into furries either…however…..birdman jr) Luke approached her. “Good morning.” "Good morning, Luke,“ she blushed. "I assume you’re ready for your lessons today.” Lessons! Shoot! (shoot. shoot. i said shoot) I had forgotten about those. Of course I’m not ready! But I can’t let him know that!! (katie wrote most of this scene lmao)“Okay, first, Illusien, you need to stand on that rock.” "Okay, now what?“ "Incenerate that tree!!!” (god) "What? OH!“ She snapped her fingers and pointed at the tree. "It didn’t work, Luke.” "You have to concentrate Illusien.“ She tried again. She thought only of what she was doing. (thats kind of shitty??/ like you have super powers but theyre INCREDIBLY difficult to use. like if you get mildly distracted they don’t work anymore) She snapped her fingers and the tree bust into blue flames. (i wrote that the flames were blue bc blue/white is REALLY HOT FIRE. but….then katie picked up after this paragraph.) "Luke, why did it burst into BLUE flames?” "Because the tree posed no threat to you. Your powers are enhanced when you are angry or scared. I am also holding back your power. (HOW IS HE DOING THAT. THATS SO FUCKING RANDOM) If I didn’t, you would probobly set the whole forest on fire.“ She gave him a questioning look. (ME TOO ILLU. What he’s describing as what he’s doing: holding back your power, sounds an awful lot like xalador’s power. because xalador drains the power from others. If Luke has the ability to siphon off her power, that would most definitely point to an ulterior motive in this plot. so thanks for making shit up katie. congrats on being 12) "Illusien, your power is so great, so powerful, that you have enough to light Glacitoria. So, you could easily set fire to this forest. Your powers need to be controlled. This is what I’m trying to teach you.” She nodded and hopped off the rock. "As long as you are with me Luke, I think I’ll be just fine.“ (my face right now. just imagine it. like ew no stop jfc) Illusien stared deep into Luke’s eyes (fidskfvcmdcx vfv) . Luke took her hand. (hand is darkened and underlined like 13 times and im so disappointed in katie rn. i trusted her) (thank god i write the next tiny little section)

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Kish’s anger was getting worse. There was nothing to hold him back. He hated Xalador, but he knew this is what Xalador wanted, but he felt he must find her. (OOPS. NOT FINGER HER OMFG.) (ALSO THAT SENTENCE MADE NO SENSE) The conseqences were great, but he wanted to be with her more than l fe (thats what it says??) itself, and nothing was about to stop him. (oh gross, me. wtg. thats just. no. save me from myself)

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Luke (was is scratched out) is incredible! He has taught me to control and use my powers. (literally no he didnt. you stood on a rock and he talked about how you were so stupid that you were going to burn the whole world down. which is actually probably right) But what would I do without him, she throught. (IM PISSING @ THROUGHT) I’m just taking a quick break, but still. I wonder how he knew where I was the other night. (a little thing called stalking..?) Never mind that. (NEVERMIND THAT???? YES MIND THAT. YES MIND THAT WITH EVERY FIBER OF YOUR BEING) Oh Luke’s calling me. I wonder what I’ll have to do now. Oh well as long as I’m with him. I know I’m safe. (YOU DONT KNOW THAT YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT. I REALLY WANT TO HOLD YOU AND TEACH YOU SELF DEFENSE. AND IDK TEACH YOU ANYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING OKAY IM A CONCERNED MOMMY)

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Luke looked at Illusien. (he couldn’t believe she was this niave. It was far too easy to get her alone. Insert creepy thoughts here bc that hair is not the scariest thing about him ok) She seemed ready to start again. "Okay, Illusien, stand on the rock again.” Illusien stood upon the rock. (fun fact, this whole thing still takes place in my old back yard in my head bye) "All right, now concentrate, (NO NO NONONONONOONNOONNOONONNONNNNOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOO) (WHY WAS I SUCH A FUCKIKNG IDIOT. THIS IS THE MOST EMBARASSING THIHNG WHY DO I HGAVE TOT TYPE IT) think a feeling, a wonderful feeling, a time or place or thing that makes you feel such a way. Let it fill you. Now fly.“ (JUST KIDDING. LUKE IS ACTUALLY PETER FUCKING PAN GOOD BYE) She did as he said. She let it fill her. She started to rise. Up higher and higher. She was flying!

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Kish was still looking for Illusien. He looked up. Illusien, he thought. Now’s my chance! "Illusien!” —

Illusien opened her eyes, she was falling. The ground was getting closer. (I LITERALLY JUST REALIZED THAT I WROTE THIS EXACT FUCKING SCENE IN VIOLETS THING A YEAR LATER THATS HOW ROMANTIC AND GREAT I THOUGHT IT WAS. BYE) She closed her eyes and braced herself. She felt something catch her and break her fall. She opened one eye. Luke, had caught her. (unnecessary commas FTW) She blinked. "Luke,“ her cheeks flushed. (WHY DOES THE TOP OF LITERALLY ALMOST EVERY SINGLE PAGE JUST HAVE "Ichigo” WRITTEN THERE.) Luke let her down. (she was grateful for that. She would have been much more grateful, however, if Luke would take a god forsaken bath. He smelled so rancid as their bodies pressed against one another. It was off putting.) Illusien stared deep into his eyes. Luke pulled her into a kiss. They were so close she could feel his heart beat. (wow) It was long and slow. (cool) Illusien finally pulled away at the sound of a rustling in the bushes.

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Kish stepped out of the bushes. (Sniveling, he tried to look like he hadn’t started to cry, but his eyes were telling all sorts of tales, brimming over with salty liquid. Not tears. They most definitely were not tears. He wasn’t crying.) He had a look of anger on his face. (But it wasn’t anything more than a facade. He was hurt, hurt right down to his core.) Luke stepped out in front of Illusien. "You stay away from her, Mikish! You’ve done enough damage already!“ (He clenched his jaw, his hatred of Luke allowing him a new strength. His voice came out in a growl, his loathing dripping out the way an angry dog drools, throwing its barks directly at what’s pissing it off.) "Fool. (the best insult in the world) You don’t know who you’re messing with, Rebel. Now step aside, Rebel, she’s mine.” "No. I won’t. You’re selfish and evil ways won’t prevail. (oh god why did i) Eat fire! (eat. fir re. good by ee. RIP in piss @ me) Luke shot a fireball at Kish. Kish stood. (aflame. He was aflame, burning alive in his own homosexuality) (seriously tho he just stands up like nah u cant burn me bitch ) "I see. But this won’t be the last you see of me. Illusien, I’ll be waiting.“ (thats…it?? wow way to be a man mikish) He took one, longing look at Illusien. She was staring at him with a blank look, her cheeks still flushed from kissing Luke. He shook his head and walked away. He could feel the both of their gazes on him. He just kept on walking. (oh, bae.)

— Chapter 7: Love and HATE

"Luke, ” "Illusien, we have to be careful now.“ "I know, I just don’t know what to do.” Her tears stained her cheeks. (are they ink bc thats not how that works.) Luke put his arms around her. "I just worry for your safety, Luke.“ — (YES MORE ANGRY KISH HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIT) I should have known! Kish hit his head with his hand. How could I be so stupid? She doesn’t love me; she loves the rebel. He kicked himself. She’d either be his or die at the hand of Xalador. He would take care of the rebel himself. Oh, how he hated the rebel. He envied him for stealing her heart before he had a chance. Before…….(oops! wait)… Before……….. (before kish was able to lose his virginity?? is that what we’re getting at bc………….. lol)

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Luke could’t believe what had just happened. He and Illusien finally had a moment to themselves, what he had be wanting for such a long time, and he couldn’t enjoy it. (you have literally been alone together this whole time i’m/) Mikish had ruined everything. They had to move on. Mikish would surely tell Lord Xalador their whereabouts. He hated to see the tears in Illusiens eyes. The look of terror on her face had startled him. He would do anything for her, even sacrifice himself. (plz do. right now) Her beautiful face had been twisted with fear and he kept replaying in his mind. He was (god fucking damn it) truly in love with Illusien. (do they live on a planet where love is just constant and always in your face bc) He had never been this way toward anyone else. Now that Kish had been angered (Aangered. lmfao), he would be attacking Illusien’s thoughts more often. (WHY DID I NOT DEVELOP ON THIS. okay its very important to note JUST HOW OVER POWERED KISH IS. Kish literally has the ability to read peoples mind/change their thoughts/manipulate them/possess peoples minds/detatch his own soul from him body. BU T THATS NEVER COVERED. KISH LITERALLY IS SO FUCKING POWERFUL) And Luke could not see this happen to her anymore. Illusien gentle touched her fingers to her lips. She couldn’t believe Luke had kissed her. (good fucking god no this is some bull) She rememebered seeing Kish and his anger and jealosly (scratched out and corrected to jeluosly and then jealosy. are either of those correct even ) and the hatred in his eyes. His words would haunt her forever. She flushed at the thought of Mikish. (what) Luke was right. Kish is just a deciever. What was I thinking trusting him? He was just thinking of himself. She hated Kish. (wow) There were not many she hated. (IM HOWLING RN LMAO) She leaned against the tree. Still in shock over what had just happened. (thats not a sentence.) She needed Luke more than she knew. (ew good lord, abraham help little me. some force go back in time and just delete this sentence from existence.) (top of the page reads: “KATHERINE JANE PARR LUVVS THIS BLUE PEN!!!!”) An eerie feeling crept over her. She stood motionless. "Luke?“ (OH FUCK WHERE IS HE) Silence. "Luke?” (UH Oh) Silence. She (FUCKING HELL THIS TYPO IM LAUGHING SO HARD) turened around. A dark figure appeared behind her. (i hope its luke) "(man fuck 12 year old me) How dare you deny me. Illusien, (MAN FUCK 12 YEAR OLD ME) oh yes, you shall now have to choose between me and death!“ (bye im dead) "Kish?” She backed up. “Luke! Help!” (damn it) (this scene is so) He darted at her. She flew up. She shot a burst of flames at Kish. Luke appeared below her. He shot a burst as well. (this aint a scene) (its a goddamn cry for help) "Go back to the shadows Mikish.“ (didnt i already say this shit? it was stupid the first time) "Not without her, Rebel.” (why did we call him that its not cool) "She’s not going anywhere.“ (why dont we let the lady decide?) "Then I’ll kill you.” (WHOOOOAAAAAA. WHOAAA. DUDE CHILL.) Illusien stepped out in front of Luke. “You will not Kish. (why nottttttt its turkey season) I don’t plan on going anywhere with you anytime soon.” The tears poured down her face as she said this. (bitch y u cryin) "I’m not going with out you Illusien!“ (normally this would be when he became a weird 3rd wheel companion and they became his parents lmao but) "I’m not going with you, I plan on staying with Luke.” "I could make you (ew wwww ui dont wanna type this part) b(ereeewwwww) my (fjkldsadhfldjfkldjfkdjkfjdk) pup (py he sai d puppy) pet if I wanted to.“ "But you won’t. So if you would kindly leave.” (WHOA. FIRE QUEEN ICE COLD SIR) "This isn’t the end. I will never surrender.“ (im so glad i learned how to write dialogue) And he left. Illusien dropped to her knees. Luke picked her up in his (sighs forever) strong arms. He carried her back to the campsite. (thank god this sce ne is over)

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Luke laid Illusien down. He looked at her. (way to be a creep. just stare at her. im sure she doesnt mind) He knew it was hard for her. Her first battle, it must have been rough. I’m starting to worry about her though. (random shift into first person ok) She’s scared of what will happen next. I can honestly say I don’t blame her. (this next part was written so light that i thought the chapter was over) He kissed her gently on the lips. She smiled back at him. She dropped her head and fell unconscious. (SLAY ME) (BURY ME IN SATIN) (NARCOLEPTIC FURRY MAN) He covered up. (a gentleman) They could move in the morning. She needed to sleep. Her first battle would be the worst. (I HIGHLY FUCKING DOUBT THAT. THERE WERE LIKE 3 MOVES MADE???? i mean like yeah the first gym leader is harder to beat but like then you get a solid team going an shit but like the elite four??? ok)

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Kish stomped off. (surprise) If only he could lure the rebel and Illusien somewhere towards the castle. Or at least get them away from each other. But Illusien wasn’t ready fight yet and Killing the rebel with her alive would cause her to hate him, although she already did. (what is happening) He sat down. He had to come up with a plan. Just what would he do? (who knows man)

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"Jesse, has he found them again?” "Yes my lord. He had told us where they are.“ (how ???HOW YALL BITCHES AINT GOT PHONES????????????????????? TELL MEE. like i just came up with a way literally right now but i was 12 so) "Good. If Kish has fought them–” "He has.“ (imagine Xaladors face at being interrupted. imagine the angry egg salad) "Then she will be weak. She will have to rejuvinate the entire night.” (ooooohhhhhhhhh so tough to do??? like go to sleep shes really good at that) "Yes sir, that is correct.“ "Malaki, send some troops (this is where the random troll army comes in???) in. I want to capture her while she’s weak.”

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Illusien opened her eyes. She was feeling better. Luke was sitting by the fire. (INCREDIBLE. HALFWAY THROUGH THE NOVEL WE SEE SOME INCREDIBLE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. LUKE IS THERE WHEN SHE WAKES UP FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER.) She stood. She walked over to Luke. She sat next to him. (good sweet bagel bread wtf is this bullshit why ) "Luke we have to do something soon.“ (damn not even a good morning) "I know. But I don’t want to lose you.” (bitch aint no one said shit about losing no one?? chill) "Luke, you won’t. And that is MY promise.“ (deep fry me and put chocolate sauce on me because im so fucking done)

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(this whole next page is scratched out. who knows what it holds but im gonna decipher it) Luke looked at Illusien. she was worried and knew they had to move soon. He looked into her murky green eyes, then looked away. (jfc man. youre so pathetic) "If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself.” "And I’d never blame you, Luke. I love you.“ (BYE FELICIA. IM DONE WITH U) He pulled her close. she buried her face in his chest. She looked up at him. "We have to kill him soon.” (NOW WE’RE TALKING. THIS IS WAHT I CARE ABOUT GIRL) Illusien looked at Luke. (they do that so much) (also looked at look. ive always done that so muc h lmao) She held her breath. "I know we’ll head there soon. Just not yet. You’re not ready.“ "Luke will I ever be read? Of course I won’t. But I know what I must do and I intend to do it.” She pulled away from Luke. "At least rest the night you’ll need your strenghth (lmao). Promise me this.“ Her cheeks flushed. "Fine, but we’ll head tomorrow.” Luke pulled her into another kiss and her flush disappeared. She didn’t pull away. He broke away and kissed her forehead. “Good night.” Chapter 8: Destiny’s light

(at the the top of this page i wrote: “IM CHECKING OUT AT 11:30!!!!!” and katie wrote underneath it: “YOU GAY CRACK MONKEY” good lord) “Illusien must die now. Jesse, I cannot wait any longer. Malaki’s troups (is that the correct spelling i dont think so) should have found them by now.” "Yes, my lord, we understand.“ "Hurry, we don’t have all night.” — “Luke I can’t sleep anymore.” "It’s alright then. Just sleep as much as you can.“ (when the narcoleptic furry cant sleep) (this whole part is scratched out, but as the rules say, i have to type it) Illusien scooted closer to Luke. (lol no wonder. Katie wrote like this whole page) He looked away. "Illusien.” "Yes, Luke?“ "Maybe it’s best if we…..” "Yes?“ "Nevermind, Illusien. It isn’t right.” (is he askin to fuck bc) "Okay…..“ She gave him a quesitoning look. He shook his head. (HE WAS) Illusien took his hand. He brushed it off and got up. ("That’s not helping my boner, Illu.”) "What is wrong, Luke?“ "Nothing.” "Don’t say that. I know something is wrong. You don’t brush me away from you for no reason.“ (???? im lost af tbh.) "Alright, it’s just that I keep thinking that you and me together are bring Mikish here. He seems to be drawn to us.” "I don’t think so. It’s just his jealousy of you.“ (okay so disregard everything in that blurb because it makes no sense) "I just can’t help feeling you know if he’s watching our every move.” (??? what does this even mean or say) ` "I know I get the same feeling.“ She looked at him dead in the eyes. (notice she didn’t look him dead in the eyes. she was dead in the eye in this sentence. amazing what one word can change) "And that’s why I seek your comfort.” (they fuckin yall) —

Why did I tell them where they are? Kish felt like a total idiot. Now she will die. This massacre of my own heart, killing itself and all others in its path. (THERE I AM. LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL METAPHOR. I WAS IN THERE SOMEHWERE) Hot tears streamed down his angry face. He hated her, he loved her. He hated the rebel, the rebel loved her, she loved the rebel back. He hated himself. (man this is good. of course i could write angst) He looked to the sky. A cloudy night. Ugly, he said to himself, just like the rest of this world, all of the world, (especially Luke. Goddamn that fucker was ugly), except her.

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Illusien sat away from Luke. She closed her eyes. She turned away from him. After their conversation she could bear to look at him. She knew he was trying to protect her but of ocurse she wished they didn’t have to worry about each other’s safety. (healthy relationships normally don’t have that element) Illusien wiped the tears from her eyes. If Luke hadn’t saved her she would be dead. But of course, now he pushed her away. The tears came again. (GIRL YOU DONT NEED A MAN. MAYBE A HOSPICE NURSE, BUT NOT SPECIFICALLY A MAN) She heard a nose. (not a noise. a nose) Then a rustling in the bushes. She looked, the movement stopped. (this part is so ?/?) Her hair had grown long. She picked at it. The rustling resumed. (the fuck was that about lulu. why was that a necessary detail @ 12 yr oldme) Luke stood. Illusien looked at him. (THIS PART IS SO WTF WHY DID I DO THIS BECAUSE IT AINT MAKE A LICK OF SENSE) Then thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands (thats a v big jump in numbers) of Malaki’s troups poured in.

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“My lord, I have good news.” "What is it Jesse?“ "Malaki has found them and the ambush is in process as we speak.” (UHM HOW DOES HE KNOW HOMIE) "Good. Tell Malaki to kill no one. Bring them all to me.“

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Illusien let out a scream as she was quickly aprehended. It all seemed like it was in slow motion to Luke. (this is my favorite part) "ILLUSIEN!!!!!” He fought the troups. He made his way to Illusien. He was in arms reach of her hand. He went for it, but just grazed her fingers. "I’m sorry,“ he called back. He looked at the face of the one holding her. Maliki himself. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MALIKI) The scar across his face contrasted her beauty. He was pulled away. Tears stained his eyes. (inky ass tears) He was trampled, and that was the last thing he saw, troll feet. — “Illusien.” She blinked awake. "Illusien.“ Her dream faded. She was alone. (yet another kink coming guys. i do not disappoint.) The rusty bars gave away her location. Xalador’s dungeon. A gruff voice mumbled behind her. (and to the end of the line we have <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3) (And here, I blatantly stole shit from Aladdin, a movie that Im not even fond of) She turned. An old man (????/??) sat behind her. He saw the tears on her face. (i wish yall could see my face right now because i am looking so concerned for this b) "What’s the matter with you?” "I just want to see them one last time.“ (girl chill dont be laying it all on this brother. YOU AINT KNOW HIM) "Who?” "Luke and my brother.“ "Ah the love of your life and the brother you miss dearly.” (yeah, martha stewart we don’t need your commentary) "Yes.“ "Well, I can’t promise you’ll see this Luke person again, but you will see your brother again.” Then he seemed to disappear. She was once again alone. (WHERE DID HE GO. WHAT HAPPENED. WHAT SIGNIFICANCE DID THAT HOLD)

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“Lord, she’s in the castle dungeons." "Good job, Malaki. Now resume your post.” (which is?) "Yes, sir.“ "Jesse, go check on our other prisoner. He might like to see Mikish,” he said with an evil smile. (THE TRIFECTA)

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Luke woke to a great darkness. The silence was eerie and there was little light. (theres little light in this story anyway. as in little hope that its ever going to get better.) (I JUST REALIZED WHAT PART THIS IS AND IM GOING TO VOMIT) A red crystal appeared in the distance. It light up the darkness. There seemed to be no ground. He seemed to be floating between life and death. (how does that seem exactly) A slight humming noise accompanied the crystal. It was growling (i think i meant growing) closer. A sound was comming from the crystal, getting louder as it grew closer. A heartbeat. It grew closer and closer until it shattered. The beating still growing louder and louder. then he realized it was the beating (blehgggg) of (ew) her broken heart. (????/ she aight actually.)

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Kish was in pieces. He had been called to see Lord Xalador again. He knew that they had found Illusien and the rebel boy. (scratched out bc i was literally about to PUT IN ANOTHER GUY BECAUSE LULULUKE WASNT WORKING: “He had never even found the chosen boy”) He himself had failed his task. As soon as Xalador released him, Malaki would kill Kish. Either way, he was dead. Now, he had to make a decision; to run or face his fears.

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Illusien sat alone. She kept thinking about how she would die and never see Luke or her brother again. "Amber?“ "That name sounds familiar.” "Amber is that you?“ "I don’t know you! I don’t know any Ambers!” (poor narcoleptic furry with amnesia) Then she saw the face, the familiar face, but then it disappeared. she cried. (surprise) The tears came without control. Then she stopped, a glimmer of hope. She felt it come over her. She would see her brother again and she would see Luke. She didn’t know how, but she would.

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Luke’s dream faded. (look at my amazing dictation that definitely never repeats itself.) His breathing was heavy. (he had a good dream apparently lmao) Sweat rolled down his face. He saw the bars. He had been captured. What about Illusien? (written in my secret code with katie that we used through middle school is this guys name: jake, its spelled star-of-david, comma, backward k, e with a tilda over it. nice) She couldn’t be dead yet! He remembered his dream. Then he rememebered how he had treated her. (dude shut up. that was like the newlywed version of an argument and im not even sure why you started it) "Lord, let her be alive!“ Footsteps echoed throughout the dungeons. He sat up straight. The solemn face that looked back at him was none other than (the bae) Jesse. "You all set?” "No.“ "Tough luck.” "Tell me.“ "Tell you what?” Luke grabbed Jesse by the collar of his shirt. (i guess through the bars) "You know what I mean Jesse.“ "Oh! The girl. Yes. She’s alive. Not for much longer though.” (sass) "My brother, you’re making a huge MISTAKE. I can’t believe you w—“ (katie was like "whore amiright” and i was like “would do this???”) "Jesse, the guest is here.“ Kish walked in. He didn’t show any emotion on his face. Luke walked away to the other side of the cell. "Now Kish, you realize my brother is here on your account.” "Yes I do.“ "Well I’ll leave you two alone to talk.” Jesse walked away. More footsteps sounded, then a door closed. "Look rebel, I didn’t want to hurt her. But you on the other hand–“ "It’s your fault. She’ll DIE because of you. Your selfish ways have once again left another to die. If she dies, we all die. Me AND you.” Kish looked away. Kish said nothing more and turned and left. Luke knew he had to save Illusien soon or they would both perish.

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Illusien startled. The clanking of metal and the jingle of keys. "The time has come.“

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Jesse came back. This time he unlocked the door. Then pulled Lukes arms around his back. (that sounds way different than its meant. it sounds like he made luke hug him) "I’m sorry, Luke, but now is your time.”

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(sexual tension oooooo) Malaki forcibly pulled Illusien out. (more kink from me. im so fucking sorry im so sorry) He pulled her against him. “My, my, what a beautiful girl in such an ugly dungeon.” (KATIE ACTUALLY WROTE THAT DIALOGUE LMAO) "It’s people like you that put me in this position.“ (SASS FROM LULU) Malaki slapped her across the face. Her cheek grew red. A sly smile ran across his scarred face. The anger seared inside her. She felt the flames enclose her. Everything came naturally. (NEVER HIT SOMEONE FOR NO REASON DICK HEAD) She sent all her force at him. He was knocked down. He laughed. (he fire proof too??? this some bullshit) Her grabbed her once again and took her out of the cell. (you aint run or nothing lulu????) Chapter 9: Betrayal

Luke had seen and heard what Malaki had done to Illusien. (goddamn it shut up) Thankfully, she was alive, when she passed by him he was relieved. But, then again, Malaki was so cruel to her. (CRUEL MALIKI) Luke was drug along behind her. Being so close to her was hard for Luke. (why? can u not control ur bonerz?) He thought back on what he had said. Mikish was the least of their problems now. He walked on. Being held by Jesse was one of the worst experiences. His own brother was leading him and the most beautiful woman he had ever met (is that really an important detail at this point in the plot????) to their death. (their singular death. they are one) He stood strong and fought the tears (lmao be a man fight those tears birdman jr) for he feared her life more than his. (noble tbh)

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Illusien walked with her head down. How had Malaki absorbed her attack? (tbh i wanna know) She was scared. (A FUCKING UNDERSTATEMENT SHE IS ABOUT TO DIE TO SAY SHE IS ONLY SCARED IS A BUNCH OF B-O-L-O-G-N-A: bullSHIT) She daren’t look at Luke. (bye. kill me) The pain she felt inside was more than she had ever felt. She loved Luke more than anyone or anything. (please get counselling illu im concerned) She (oh god this is tHE WORST SENTENCE IN THE WHOLE THING) left a trail of tears (like the one native americans were murdered on hell yeah) as she walked. She said nothing. No sound could be heard but the sound of footsteps on the stone ground. The came to an arch. It was golden, studded with precision. The jewels glimmered. Past and through the arch, sat a shadowy figure sat on a throne. Xalador, Illusien knew right away. This moment she had dreaded for so long was now happening. She caught Luke’s gaze. She looked at him with longingness. (please) "I’m sorry, Illusien.“

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Finally the moment is here, the moment of my triumph. Xalador grinned. He would soon rule all. He saw (weesnaw) them walk in. He felt another energy as strong as Illusien. Where was it coming from? (where tho)

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Kish stood next to Lord Xalador. He looked at Illusien but he said nothing. Luke looked upon him hatefully. Xalador sighed dreamfully. "Thank you, Mikish, for making all this possible.” He saw Illusien’s gaze shift to Kish and back again. Kish said nothing and just stood attentively.

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Illusien directed her eyes in the direction of the shadowed Xalador. Why was he holding back his identity? The moonlight was shining through the glass in the roof in the center of the room. They stopped under the light. Illusien looked up, a full moon. Jesse and Malaki walked away to let them stand. Neither Luke or Illusien had enough courage to move at this point. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang through the room. "Well, well, well, this is Illusien? What a disgrace. A puny girl, what an opponent. But then again, looks are decieving.“ Illusien let out a laugh. Xalador stood. He took a few steps. Then stopped. "Mikish, follow me.” Mikish did so, obviously in fear for his life. Xalador resumed his leisurely walk. Growing closer and closer to Illusien. He finally stopped. She could see his face. She then knew why he had hidden his identity. "Hello, sister.“ A cold shimmery wave was sent down her spine. "Hello, Alex.” The fear inside her was overtaken by her anger. Hot tears streamed down her face. “Tell me why.”

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“You, that’s why. Ever since our birth you’ve been better at everything. That’s why when you passed through the arch, and you became the most powerful being on Glacitoria something had to be done. (he h8 u) "So I created an army and moved into this abandoned caste, rightfully yours, of course. I sent Mikish after you,” Kish looked down in shame. “And sent men and trolls (TROLLS THO WHY TROLLS) after you. And now you are mine to dispose of.” He had a look of pure glee on his face. (the original shitlord)

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Luke looked at Illusien. The truth was hard for her to grasp. He had never seen such a look on her face before. Fear had disappeared from her face and anger seared inside of her. He had been silent for too long. He had been still too long. It was too much to bear. "So you became a tyrant because your own flesh and blood–who would never do anything to hurt you–is a little better than you?“ (PREACH LUCANTHROS) (wait i made that joke too early) He walked over to Illusien, "What guts that takes.” Luke grasped Illusien’s arms. "Who’s the wimp?“ (nice)

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(in parenthesis katie wrote: something about illusien remembering childhood here? GENIUS!!! nah tbh) Kish watched them. Illusien was soon to be dead and it would devastate him. He saw Xalador move closer. He could feel Illusien’s pulse quicken. Luke stood up to him, why couldn’t he? He ran in front of Illusien. He blocked her the best he could. "Kish, get out of the way,” Luke said. "No,“ said Mikish. "What are you doing?” "Saving your life.“

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Illusien was dumbstruck. There she was ready to die, when the reason she was here, decided to save her life. "Get out of my way Mikish.” "No.“ (thats so funny to me "do the dishes” “no” “get out my way” “no”) (“get out me car” “no” “get off me train” “i cant”) "I will kill you too if I must.“ "Then do it.” Xalador grabbed Mikish at the base of his neck. Mikish struggled. The blue bolts of electricity that shot from Xalador’s hands were blinding. Illusien looked away. She heard a loud thump. She opened her eyes. There Kish was lying on the floor, pale, face down. Dead. (im crying tbh im sorry im weak) Suddenly he came after Illusien. Luke jumped in front of her. Xalador knocked him across the room. "Luke!!“

– (this part is so stupid) There was darkness. It seemed to Luke there was no ground. The silence around him sent chills up and down his spine. A red crystal in the distance slowly crept toward him. The beating of a heart gradually getting louder: The crystal and the heart beat growing closer and closer. Whispers: LUCANTHROS. lucanthros LUCANTHROS (THATS WHAT LUKE IS SHORT FOR APPARENTLY GUYS. PLEASE BEAT ME UP) (katie wrote: "this is gay. no”) Realize your strength, your power. Save her, let destiny take it’s path. Let fate decide this battle’s outcome. Do not leave her alone. Take your place as king. (shes right. its pretty homo and not in a good way)

(okay tbh im laughing because kish is way more powerful than all these fuckers. he should be king without illu bye)

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Luke stood. Xalador had cornered Illusien. The anger seared from him. (illu you can fly and you have fire powers please do something. do not make this pussy save you) Xalador didn’t look away. "Xalador, put her down.“ "Who are you to tell me what to do?” "Lucanthros, and I’m ready to take back what’s mine.“ "Oh, ha, another being of ‘power’,” Xalador snickered. “It’s like having your cake and eating it too.” (plz explain what i meant to me) Luke sent a bolt of flame at him. (A BOLT OF FLAME???? “zip ur lip like a padlock”) Xalador sent a blue jolt (looking for new words to use obviously. im digging in the trenches trying to create some variety up in this bitch) of electricity at him. This carried on, never touching. Illusien could do nothing she just sat there.( like a fucking pussy ass bitch will you plz get the fuck up and aCTUALLY DO SOMETHING YOURE ONLY THE MOST POWERFUL FUCKING THING ON THIS GODDAMN SHIT PLANET WILL YOU PLEASE FIGHT FOR ONCE) She stood to try and help. (FINALLY DUMB CUNT) Malaki grabbed her from behind. (im so fucking done with this damsel nonsense. ive had it up to my meatballs.) Let alone watching this horrible fight she was now being held by an ugly moron. She turned to face him. "Malaki, put me down.“ "No” (NO PUNCTUATION. JUST NO) "Okay then.“ She kicked him in the (dick plz say in the dick) knee (dammit) as hard as she could. He dropped to his knees. She punched him hard in the mouth (only really succeeding in nearly breaking her hand and getting her hand cut up by his teeth im sure) then grabbed his knife and stabbed him through the heart. (DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO STAB SOMEONE ILLU. ITS REALLY FUCKING HARD) She wiped the blood on his shirt and grabbed the knife and pulled it out. Malaki’s breathing turned to gasps for air. Then he became silent. Illusien turned. She thought back on what she had done. (it literally just happened. you need to) She shook it off. She had to help Luke. (HONEY YOU NEED TO HELP YOURSELF MAMA *demyx voice* RUN RUN AWAY)

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Luke was dodging Xalador’s attacks the best he could. His strength was depleting. He sent one last blast at Xalador. He gasped for air. Xalador was closing in on him. Closer and closer yet. (kill him alex) Xalador stopped. His eyes went blank. He fell limp to the floor. Malaki’s knife stuck out of his back. (thats it? literally that is so weak.YOU HAVE FUCKING FIRE POWERS. YOU GUYS COULD HAVE ROASTED HIS ASS LIKE CHARLIE SHEEN) Illusien wept into her hands. Luke ran over to comfort her. "Why? I killed them, I killed them both.” (you are the worst character i have ever made) Illusien wept harder, “I spent all this time looking for him, and he just wanted to kill me.” (bitch you were not looking very carefully. you were busy wandering in the woods pointing out woodland creatures and trying to find the D where ever you could get it tbh. smh) "I’m sorry. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you.“ (BECAUSE YOU FUCKING KNEW THAT SHE WOULDNT BELIEVE YOU. AND IF SHE DID SHE WOULD NEVER HAVE FOLLOWED YOU, SHE WOULD HAVE NEVER FOUGHT HIM. SHE WOULD HAVE HIDDEN.) (ITS A FUCKED UP SITUATION LUKE BIRD) "It’s alright. (IT IS NOT) I just can’t believe I killed him.” Luke put his arms around her. She opened her eyes. Kish! She broke away from Luke. Kish, he was dead. (THATS ALSO A FUCKED UP SITUATION) She held him close to her. She let him down and sat there. Luke sat next to her. He took her hand.

— (I JUST ABOUT PISSED MY PANTS THIS PART IS WAY TOO FUNNY WHY) Jesse walked back into the room. He realized what he just missed. (like did he go get some popcorn??) There were three bodies on the floor. Only one of them was suppose to be dead. (…that means they were going to kill Kish anyway…thats really) He grabbed his knife from his hip. He started on his way to Luke. Luke stood and caught his hand. (dude) "What now, Jesse?“ "Why aren’t you dead?” (“cause we won duh”) (this part please help me) “Cause I’m smart like that.” (i) "Oh really? Well I’ll show you smart.“ "Stop Jesse you don’t know what you’re doing.” (that is the most monotone sentence) "I know pretty damn (KATIE SCRIBBLED DAMN ALL THE WAY OUT) well what I’m doing. Taking care of the problem in my life!“ (jesse. this literally did not work half a second ago. chil l) Jesse dove at Luke, he dodged. (hes fuckin untouchable.) (SPEAKING OF WHICH I LITERALLY NEVER ELABORATED ON WHY MALAKI WAS COMPLETELY IMMUNE TO FIRE) "Trust me you have no idea what your doing.” "I know what I’m doing so just give up!“ "No.” (lmao) "Fine, I’ll kill you both. And don’t argue with me. Since I’m the only one left, you’ll either (??/?) become my slaves (????? dude chill a sec) or die, your choice.“ "As welcoming as that sounds, no thank you. We don’t do evil.” Illusien said with a smirk. (bitch you gotta go.) "No body asked you bitch.“ (WOW JESSUP I NEED TO WASH UR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP) Jesse pointed at her. (ok what pointing going to do cause you cant do anything unless bitches asleep) Luke shot him an evil look. "I’ll give you ten seconds to get out of here. As long as you stay in a hole and leave everyone alone, we won’t have a problem. 1, 2, 3…” Jesse made a sour face. Then turned to leave (????? man you give up way too easy) but Luke grabbed him from behind. (incEST) "I actually have a better idea.“

Chapter 10: Secret Emotions

(why did i write this chapter is actually the title) (jessup immediately makes me angry lmao) I can see why Luke loves her. You can see all of her emotions plainly. She’s beautiful and sees the good in people even when there is none. (NAME ONE INSTANCE PLEASE JESSUP) She even hesitated to killl Malaki (no she didnt) and Xalador when they only wanted to see her die slowly and painfully. Of course she loves HIM. (she actually knows him better than you so yeah that acTUALLY MAKES MORE SENSE THAN HER LOVING YOU DUMB ASS) She would never love me. (cause you’ve been a little shit so far) How I envy Luke. And how did I end up here?! Seriously, the dungeon? I hate Luke. He has everything I never could have. Including her. (you NEED TO TAKE A CHILL PILL AND RE-EVALUATE)

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Illusien looked up at Luke. (she had literally been sucking his dick for like an hour. when was he going to finish) (im sorry) (SHE LOOKS AT HIM ALL THE TIME) She wanted to sleep and never wake up. She had killed two men. (wow) One of which had been her own brother. She looked at her hands. They were blood stained. She didn’t feel like crying anymore. You know, she never even cared that much about Alex. (ARE YOU SURE?) But still, even so, it was like killing herself inside. (emo narcoleptic furry) Malaki deserved what he got tho. (preach) Jesse was in the dungeons. She was sort of glad Luke hadn’t killed him. (why) Sure she had killed Malaki and Xalador, but she had watched them and Kish die and she didn’t want to see anyone else. "So I created an army and moved into this abandoned castle, rightfully yours of course,” she remembered that. Xalador had said that in his monologue. (BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL IM PISSING) "So this castle is mine? Oh, I’m sorry ours?“ (im making a stinky face right now this is so unnecessary i did not sign up for this) "Yes. You can kick me out whenever you want…..” (plz stop) She pushed him, “Shut up!” He laughed. (his laughter echoed through the halls. the dead bodies did not laugh.) "Like I could ever get rid of you.“ She gave a playful smile. "Oh and your highness, what do we do with the bodies?” (totally a question you ask in a playful, flirtatious manner.) "Give them a proper burial, at least Kish anyway,“ she paused. "And don’t call me that!” (this is all katie get ready lmao) (this was written in the dark by the light of my alarm clock after my parents told us to go the fuck to sleep) "Did you love him?“ (BUT DID YOU DIE?) "I thought I did, but i could never love somebody who decieved me and lied straight to my face.”1 "He loved you, Illusien. Very much. I could see it written all over his face everytime he looked at you.“ "I know I saw that too.” "To be honest with you, I was worried. When I first rescued you, I could see the fear in your eyes when I told you Kish was an imposter. You didn’t want to believe me. (well duh) I saw the look in your eyes when I said his name. The same look as when you look at me now.“ (how quaint) (recycled love) "It was hard for me but….” "Let me finish please? (IMMA LET YOU FINISH BUT. KISH WAS THE BEST LOVER BOY OF ALL TIME. JS) The moment I saw you, I knew I loved you. (ew?) At first, I thought you wouldn’t love me back because of Kish. You thought you owed him something when in reality he owed you his life. (OH SO HE DESERVED TO DIE. THATS WHAT YOU JUST SAID. THIS IS SUCH A DICK CONVO) The day when you had flying lessons with me and you fell, he saw your face when I kissed you. Sorry, but your facial expressions give everything away. (get ready for a katie-ism) Your face is a whiteboard of emotions. (the fuck that mean) He realized what was happening and he resorted to anger.“ "I felt guilty because I kissed you in front of his eyes. He was so angry, it scared me.” "It scared me too. I think the kiss is what drove him to tell Xalador where we were. I could see that he later regretted his decision. He hated me but couldn’t do anything about it. If he killed me, you would be in jeporady. (lmao) If he took you away from me, you would be taken to Lord Xalador. He was torn between you and Xalador. The only reason he served Xalador was so he could live. He only wanted to live, to see you. Kish was a complex person. (???) It was too bad that he misleaded you. But now I’m here to love and protect you (from nothing now lmao) and nothing can stop that.“ He looked at her. Her face was distorted with tears. (NOT A GOOD WORD TO USE WOW) She looked up at Luke. "That was so sweet, Luke.” (NO IT WASNT)

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Luke saw the tears in Illusien’s green eyes. He didn’t aim for this. Now was supposed to be a happy time for the both of them. (uh no its not.) But now, he made Illusien cry. Come on stupid, think! he thought. "I’m sorry Illusien. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I–I….“ she stopped him. "Don’t be Luke.” He stopped talking. She seemed to bend reality with her beauty. (NOT A GOOD TIME FOR THIS) They stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed forever. (quit) "May I Illusien?“ (may you what) "Yes Luke” And they kissed. (ew) Luke looked at Illusien’s face. All her emotions showed on her face. She was relaxed now. He held on to the back of her head. (THAT SOUNDS REALLY VIOLENT LIKE HES GRIPPING HER BY HER HAIR) She broke off as if she had remembered something. "What about your brother, Jesse? (“I’m gonna make torture porn with him and sell it online”) Where is he going to go now?“ She looked worried. He wondered why. "For all I care he can rot in the dungeon.” "Well we have to go down to him.“ "Why?” "Just because he is evil, doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve any mercy. He is your brother after all.“ "That’s one thing I hate but, love about you, you can see the good in everyone, even my brother.”

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Jesse was listening. He could hear every word they were saying. "Well I choose to see good things and not bad,“ she said with a flip of her hair. Luke gave her a sly smile. "Let’s at least check on him.” "Fine.“ Jesse sat as if he knew nothing. (how do you do that) The door opened. Footsteps sounded. "Okay, we’ve checked on him. Let’s go.” "No, please, Luke, you promised.“ "Fine.” They walked to him. "How you doing Jesse?“ "Horrible.” "So sorry,“ said Luke. "Let’s go please.” "Stop nagging.“ "Jesse I’m very sorry your down here. But, it’s your ch–” Illusien grabbed Luke without turning around to pull him back. “–ildish actions that caused this.” "Jesse, I really don’t want to talk to you at this moment,“ Luke let the words escape from his mouth. "Too bad,” Jesse looked at Illusien, “I’m sorry, it’s just that I really think I can be good now (lmao me tbh) let me out?” Illusien scooted closer to Luke. “Not on your life, sport.”

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Luke put a protective arm around Illusien. She smiled up at him. Oh come on, Jesse thought, do they have to do all this in front me? Are they just torturing me before they kill me? (me too jesse. me too) "All right Luke, I’m going to look around the castle. You STAY HERE and TALK to your brother.“ Luke opened his mouth to say something. "Please, Luke?” Illusien motioned to Luke to talk while she was gone. Without another word, she walked out of the room. Jesse watched her go. (dat ass ma) So beautiful, he thought. Jesse was rammed against the wall. (howd luke get inside the cell) He looked at who rammed him. (cause it could be anyone else only bird man is there) Luke was holding him against the wall. "Don’t get your hopes up, Jesse. Your heart will get broken faster than you can say 'I’m sorrry.’ (yes with 3 rs) Besides, Illusien is mine. I love her and she loves me. It’s odd. When we were growing up all the other girls liked you. (all the other girls had eyes, luke) But the one girl that actually matters likes me and NOT you.“ He paused a moment. "I wonder why.” "I don’t care what you say,“ Jesse spat. "I can have anything and anyone I want. (katie really grossly mischaracterizes him) If they don’t cooperate, I’ll MAKE them. I’m far more powerful than Xalador ever was, and you know it.” (thats not true by a long shot sport) "I know for a fact that if you had half of the brains he had, you would know that you can’t MAKE someone love you.“ "I can if I want to.” "Well obviously you must NOT have the brains. Perhaps I judged you too fairly.“ (you simple) "You know that this isn’t a game Luke. You can cheat. And I promise you if you play fair you’ll come in last.” Luke turned to go. "And Luke, you might want to watch Illusien’s back. Just a fair warning.“ Luke started back toward Jesse but stopped himself. Luke shook his head and walked upstairs.

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Illusien was worried. She had been heading downstairs when she had heard what Jesse said to Luke. She quickly ran up the stairs. Luke came up soon afterwards. "What’s the matter with you?” "Nothing, its nothing!“ "It’s something. I know something’s wrong.” "I’m just worried thats all. I’m going up to my room. I’m beat.“ "Your room?” "Yeah it jas my name on it.“ She walked up stairs and turned the key in the lock. She took out the key and walked into the room. It was beautiful, light blue walls were decked with tapestries. She saw the bed. She crawled in. She didn’t care what it felt like. She was bushed.

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Luke turned down the corridor. He saw Illusien’s room. He reached to turn the door knob, but then changed his mind. He walked to the next corridor. Another room sat. He opened the door. He saw Illusien sleeping. (????????????????????????????????) He closed the door lightly and went down the next corridor and finally found an empty room. Once he got in, he sat on the bed and lit the candle besides the bed. He buried his head in his hands. What was he going to do about Jesse? What if he carried out his threat? Illusien must have heard him. She sounded worried. Then again she had a pretty hard day. He blew out the candle and went to sleep.

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Illusien sat at Kish’s grave. She was silent. Luke came and sat next to her and put his arm around her. "Thank you , Kish. You brought her to me, and now she’s safe. You finally got it right.”

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