#Fluffy and I became a thing on September

[fortheloveofwonderland]

For the milestone blurb, if possible:

🔒 Prison AU…post

🎃 Halloween

😈 Dom! Spencer

😇 Innocence Kink

🦷 Biting Kink….the emoji that came up for me is question mark in a box,so..I took a guess

Spencer and Female Reader, post prison.

Spencer gets dragged to Garcia’s annual Halloween party. He’s not having fun until he meets the reader who is dressed in an innocent costume ( angel,librarian,nun…whatever you choose) and he goes feral. Fluffy smut…biting included.( optional to have Spencer dress up as a character who bites or you can leave it as a kink without costume reference). Happy ending!

Thank you!

I LOVED writing this! Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

NSFW Minors DNI.

Summary - Spencer is sceptical of going along to Garcia’s Halloween party. After his stint in prison, he isn’t feeling exactly sociable. But when a literal angel graces the party, his love of the holiday is restored.

CW - post prison Spencer, vague mentions of prison arc, cocky Spencer, Dom! Spencer, choking, biting, fingering, handjobs, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, protected sex, swearing, general Halloween related stuff, lots of Dracula references (Italics are quotes from Bram Stoker’s Dracula.)

WC - 4.6k

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Once Bitten

Not my gif

If there was one thing that could be said about Spencer Reid it’s that he loves Halloween. 

Love doesn’t even feel like a strong enough word to describe the way he feels as the holiday approaches each year. 

As soon as August gives way to September, Spencer can feel the exhilaration coursing through every single one of his veins. As leaves start to turn from greens to browns and start their descent to earth from the trees, anticipation rumbles through Spencer’s whole body. 

Maybe it was because Halloween was one of the few fond memories from his childhood. With his mothers illness and his fathers abandonment, Spencer took himself trick or treating alone every year. 

But he wasn’t lonely. Far from it. It was probably one of the only times he didn’t feel lonely. 

Having an excuse to dress up, to be a completely different person even if only for one night, appealed to Spencer greatly. For one night only he could just be a normal kid with no sick mother and no abnormally high IQ. 

His love of Halloween stuck with him his whole life. It became a comfort of sorts, one day a year where he could be anyone other than Doctor Spencer Reid. Because sometimes, he wanted to be anyone other than himself. 

On October thirty first he wasn’t a former drug addict. He wasn’t a man who had witnessed the love of his life killed in front of him. He wasn’t the culmination of a lifetime of trauma. 

He was whoever he wanted to be. 

He was released from prison two months before Halloween this year. But his time spent inside was the first thing Spencer didn’t think could be placated by throwing himself into his favourite holiday. 

As early October rolled on with no mention of the holiday from him, his team started to worry. Spencer was known for starting his Halloween talk as early as September and so far he’d yet to bring it up once. 

Garcia’s annual Halloween party rolled around and Spencer had no intention of going this year. He didn’t want to dress up and pretend to be someone else this year, because the trauma he’d sustained in prison wasn’t going to be alleviated by some stupid holiday. 

But Garcia being Garcia didn’t take no for an answer. The whole team were going to be there as well as some of Garcia’s friends and Spencer was categorically not missing out on the fun. 

He’d tried to insist he would only bring everyone down with his presence which made them more concerned about him and more determined to get him to the party. 

Usually he would relish in getting dressed up, spend hours if not days on his costume and take pride in his new persona. 

This year Spencer applied the bear minimum to his Halloween get up. 

He got away with wearing his usual attire, white shirt with a black tie, jacket and slacks and purchased a cheap black cloak he tied around his neck along with donning a set of fangs he clipped to his canines. 

With the final half hearted touch of a little fake blood around his lips, his attempt at Dracula was complete. 

Stepping into Garcia’s apartment it was clear she’d pulled out all the stops. Cobwebs and strings of eyeballs hung from the rafters, bowls in the shapes of pumpkins were filled with candy. 

A large Calderon sat in the kitchen with a hand crafted sign stating “Witches Brew: Drink With Caution” which Luke filled him in was just an extremely alcoholic punch the tech analyst had concocted. 

He filled a plastic skull chalice with a can of soda from the fridge and popped in a couple of eyeball ice cubes. He stuffed a handful of candy in his mouth, finding that chewing was made slightly cumbersome by the fake teeth. 

He sipped his soda, leaning up against the kitchen counter as the festivities continued around him as though he weren’t even there. 

His team members would check in on him every once in a while and he would insist he was fine. 

The truth was, he was far from fine. Even in a room full of people Spencer felt the loneliness wash over him in waves. 

It was easier to be lonely when you were actually alone. It made sense to feel that way when trapped inside his apartment by himself. 

But feeling this isolated in a sea of people seemed pathetic even for Spencer. 

“Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.”

He sighed to himself as the Bram Stoker’s Dracula quote flooded his mind. How apt, he rolled his eyes.

He nursed the same soda for almost two hours, ate a few more pieces of candy and was about ready to call it a night. 

And then the apartment door opened. 

He heard the click of the door even over the music pumping through the room. He was trained to notice minute noises like that and his eyes quickly darted to the direction of the sound. 

Everyone else was too intoxicated by this point to have heard the barely audible clicking of the door as another guest arrived. 

Spencer’s entire body tightened involuntarily. His shoulders snapped back, pulling him up to his full height while his chest puffed out, his legs locked at the knees and his hands, one around and his glass and the other in his pocket, curled tightly. 

He felt his eyes widen and his lip turn up at the corner whilst the air felt like it was being squeezed from his lungs. 

He was staring right at an angel, a literal angel. 

An obscenely tight fitting white dress paired with white knee high boots, angel wings and a halo. 

And goddamn if Spencer didn’t feel like he’d died and gone to heaven. 

He noticed then, aside from the obvious, another part of his anatomy had stiffened just from one glance at the ethereal beauty. 

His skin tingled in anticipation and he decided in that one look, I have to have her. 

Spencer had never felt such an animalistic desire for someone before. He’d never felt this heady kind of lust over someone after just laying eyes on them. 

You had an innocence about you, pure and untarnished from the horrors of the world. You didn’t carry the weight of your burdens around on your shoulders. 

You were almost virginal but Spencer knew by the shortness of your dress and the way it hugged your breasts tightly you were anything but. 

You showcased your body for men to lust over, some of whom you may deem worthy of your attention, others you would ignore. 

You knew exactly how to make men fall hook line and sinker for you. 

And Spencer knew, as he watched you sashay confidently into the room, he would not be leaving this party without having first destroyed you. 

He downed his soda as he observed you. Penelope gave you a large hug and the two of you chatted for a few moments before you were directed towards the kitchen. 

Spencer quickly hurried ahead of you towards the kitchen, hoping for an easy way to strike up a conversation with you over the pouring of drinks. 

He grabbed another soda from the fridge and decanted it into his glass. Years ago Spencer might have needed some liquid courage in order to talk to a woman, least of all one as beautiful as you.

But these days Spencer was more comfortable in his own skin than he’d ever been, it was funny the kinds of things prison put into perspective.

He didn’t need to be the most attractive guy at the party, he just needed to show confidence and you would be putty in his hands. He was sure of it. 

You strolled in and again his whole body tightened. You had this strange effect on him, effectively making his body work of its own accord. 

He watched you ladle out some of Garcia’s witch’s brew into a chalice matching his own. At first it didn’t seem as though you’d even noticed him. 

And then you slowly turned, pushing your wings back from where they were sinking on your shoulder and your eyes met his. 

He knew as he looked into your eyes you were certainly not as innocent as you were dressed. There was a devilish glint in your eyes as you looked him up and down. 

But you were far more innocent than him. 

Oh the things he would do to you. 

“Hi.” You smiled at him, stepping a little closer as his eyes curiously roamed your body. 

He didn’t even try to disguise the fact he was checking you out and you found it incredibly hot. 

“Hi.” He replied, eyes finally landing back on your face. 

“Vampire, huh? Original.” You smirked, bringing your lips to your glass and sipping the potent liquid. 

“About as original as an Angel. At least I’m a monster of sorts. And I’m not just any vampire, I’m Dracula.” 

You narrowed your eyes on him, clearly trying to size him up. 

Your lips pinched together in thought before you smiled again.

“No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.” You recited straight from Dracula, waiting to see how he would respond. 

“Is that what you think?” He stepped even closer and bowed his head toward your ear, his breath fanning across your skin in delicious waves. “The devil may work against us for all he's worth, but God sends us men when we want them.”

You cursed the involuntary shiver that passed up your spine at his words. He hadn’t missed a beat in reciting the line as though he’d planned it all along somehow. 

His large hand ghosted up your arm, sending another shiver up your spine. 

Spencer knew he had you right where he wanted you. He could take you right here and now and he was sure you’d thank him for the privilege. 

But he wanted to have a little more fun first. 

He stepped back again, leaving you reeling from his previous close proximity. 

He knew what he was doing to you. His eyes sparkled with a kind of knowing. He had you and he knew it. You both did. 

But you didn’t want to make it so easy for him. 

“You think just because you can recite Dracula that impresses me?” You cocked an eyebrow at him, trying to keep your voice steady and not give away how turned on you were. 

“I didn’t say that.” His lip curled up. “But I think you should be a little impressed that I turned you on so much without doing a thing.” 

Your cheeks immediately reddened and it was all Spencer needed to see to know he was right. That and the way you pressed your bare thighs together anyway. 

“Cocky son of a bitch.” You scoffed, sipping your drink to try and hide your red face. 

“It would be cocky if I wasn’t right. If I was making assumptions, yes that would be cocky of me. But I’m not making assumptions. I saw the signs, I read the clues. I put the pieces together and I formed a hypothesis.” 

“And what might that be?” The pitching to your voice only added fuel to Spencer’s fire. 

Once again he stepped back close to you, his hand this time ghosting up your back before settling to cup the back of your head.

“You want to sleep with me.” Once again his words caused your body to shudder, even more so when his lips brushed against your earlobe.

When those same lips skimmed your jaw, barely grazing across your skin, a wanton moan floated out your own lips and Spencer knew he had you more so than before. 

“Do you think you’re god's gift to women or something?” You tried to sound indignant but your voice wavered when his lips brushed down across the side of your neck. 

“Not at all. I don’t mean to be cocky or arrogant, I really don’t. But I can’t ignore the way you’re reacting to me. I can’t ignore the way those delicious thighs press together every time I speak, the way your breathing gets heavier when I do this…” he trailed off and swept his lips across your jaw again and as expected your breath caught in your throat. 

Spencer smirked to himself, moving back to your ear where he tucked your hair behind it. 

You were too dumb to speak. You’d never had a man be so straight forward, so bold. Maybe it was because he was older. He knew what he wanted and it was clear he was going to take it. 

You’d let him take you. 

“And don’t try to pretend otherwise, angel. Don’t try to play hard to get because you will be disappointed when I don’t try to chase you. I am all about openness and honesty so I am telling you that I want to skip the games and I want to take you home with me.” He pressed his body against yours for a fleeting moment, but long enough so you could feel he was painfully hard. 

When he stepped back and looked at you, you felt utterly dizzy. This stranger was reducing you to a puddle and you had to try and claw back at least a tiny element of control. 

You downed the witch's brew, ignoring the way his hazel eyes seemed to look through you, deep into your soul.

“Why take me home?” Your eyes danced with mischief. “Penelope has a perfectly good guest room going unused.” 

It was Spencer’s turn to shudder and a shaky breath erupted from his lungs. One simple sentence caused his composure to waver. 

“I thought you were supposed to be an angel?” He raised an eyebrow at you. 

“We all have a little of the devil in us, Spencer.” 

“H-how do you know my name?” He stumbled over his words a little. 

“You think Penelope hasn’t told me about her team? I knew who you were the second I walked in.” You smirked, feeling happy in the knowledge you were regaining some power. 

“Isn’t it fair I know your name then?” 

“Maybe I’ll tell you later. For now you can just call me angel.” You offered your hand to him and he looked at it for a few seconds before dumbly taking it. 

You smiled to yourself as you weaved the two of you through the party towards Penelope’s guest room. 

You closed the door and locked it behind you, staring up at Spencer, waiting for his next move. 

It seemed like you’d frazzled him. You were pleased with that. 

But then as though a light switch had been flicked, Spencer’s eyes turned dark, practically black, as he strolled confidently towards you. 

He pushed you back against the closed door, his large hand finding a home around your throat. He squeezed the tender flesh, feeling your pulse between his fingertips. 

“A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear it.” He hissed the passage at you, pinning you against the door.

You choked a little as he tightened his hold, grinding his hips against yours. 

“Doesn’t Dracula…bite?” You spluttered out as best you could, staring him right in the eyes. 

Spencer smiled a toothy grin, showing off the fangs he’d donned for the night. 

“You want to see how strong these things are?” He flicked one of the clip-ins with his free hand. 

You whimpered a little, short, sharp breaths through your nose helping you to breathe. 

“P-please.” You pressed your thighs together tightly. 

Spencer dropped his hand from your neck and you gasped as you tried to refill your lungs with air. He bowed his head, lips ghosting over the skin at the apex of your neck. 

“Right here?” He breathed against your soft flesh, sending goosebumps flaring all over your body. 

“Hmm.” You hummed. 

He watched you swallow, the way your flesh dipped with the action and it was all the impetus he needed. 

Praying the clip-ins would hold out, he sunk his teeth into your milky skin, moaning viscerally as he did so. 

You gasped at the feeling of his teeth piercing your skin, whether it be his own teeth or the fake canines you had no idea. 

Either way it caused you to fall flush with the door, eyes rolling back in your head as your thighs pushed harder together. 

Spencer swiped his tongue over the fresh wound, a combination of sweat and perfume exploding in his mouth. 

He needed more. 

He angled his mouth downwards and bit down on your collarbone, excerpting more pressure than his first bite. 

He was briefly impressed by the sturdiness of the fangs and that they were able to penetrate your skin so well. 

You yelped and your hands flew to his shoulders, squeezing him tightly. 

Again he lapped his tongue over the new wound before lifting his head to take in his handiwork. 

He’d left behind some fake blood he’d forgotten he’d applied to his mouth and it made the red welts look even more appealing. 

His dick throbbed in his pants as he marvelled at the way he’d marked you. 

“There are darknesses in life and there are lights,” he began reciting as his lips trailed over your jaw again. “And you are one of those lights, the light of all lights.” 

You felt your whole body explode as he finally pressed those lips to yours. 

You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, opening your mouth to allow him access. 

His tongue plunged into your mouth, exploring every inch of it as though his life depended on it. 

You could feel those false teeth crashing against your own and you gave a fleeting thought of how impressive it was that they lasted through all this. 

He kissed you with bruising force, shoving you further back against the door and caging you in. 

One hand rested in your cheek while his other started to wander. 

His fingertips grazed your thigh and you moaned against his mouth. He managed to part your legs with one large hand and then he was moving higher. 

He didn’t have the patience to wait any longer to feel you in some capacity. He moved your panties aside with deft fingers and dove between your legs while kissing the air from your lungs. 

You moaned again as his long, slender digit pressed against your clit.

“Fuck,” he panted against your lips. “You’re so wet.” 

“Can you blame me?” You moaned again as his fingers found a dizzying rhythm. 

You removed one hand from around his neck and your fingers danced down his body and made quick work undoing his slacks. 

He wiggled his hips a little to aid you in getting his pants and underwear off just enough to free his aching cock. 

As soon as his clothing was pushed down to his thighs, you took hold of his shaft and tried to match your rhythm with his. 

Your legs were shaking beneath you as his finger circled your clit with experienced determination. You hoped you were making him feel even half as good as he made you feel. 

Judging by the way his hips were bucking into your hand and the precome already leaking from his head, you assumed you were. 

“Fuck, Spencer.” You mumbled, throwing your head back against the door. 

Spencer took the chance to sink his teeth into your neck again which made you whine and whimper and your legs shake violently. 

“Angel your hand feels so fucking good.” He panted, licking your bite marks. “But I need more. Need more.” 

You agreed wholeheartedly. 

You guided his hand slowly away from your desperate pussy, making you both whine. You gave him a few more strokes before letting go of him. 

You looked at him with dark eyes which he mirrored. His messy curls were even messier somehow and the fake blood smeared across his mouth and onto his stubbly jaw. 

He took you by the hand and led you backwards towards the bed. He sat down on the edge of it before pulling you on top of him. 

He made no show of getting undressed so you didn’t either. It was somehow sexier this way, only getting to see select parts of him. 

You toy with his tie while he fished a condom out of his trouser pocket which still hung around his thighs. 

He located one, quickly ripped the packet with nibble fingers and you watched in awe as he rolled it over his cock. 

Once secured, he grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you down to crash your lips together again. 

He kissed you frantically while you shuffled up his body and positioned him between your legs, moving your panties aside for him. 

He gripped your neck hard, keeping you close and mumbled another Dracula passage against your lips. 

“My life is hers, and I would give the last drop of blood in my body for her."

You had an idea of what he meant by that so as he pressed against you and started sinking into your waiting heat, you moved your lips to his neck and bit him hard. 

He yelped, bucking his hips and entering you roughly which made you whine. But that only spurred Spencer on. 

He slammed up again, filling you up in a way you’d never been filled before. You rocked your hips against his violent thrusts as you loosened his tie and undone the top few buttons of his shirt. 

You gently pressed your lips against his chest, right about his left nipple before quickly sinking your teeth into his flesh. 

“Fuck, you filthy fucking bitch.” He groaned, roughly grabbing your hips and frantically moving you up and down on his cock. 

He was relentless, pounding you as hard as he possibly could. 

When you sat back he saw the tears pricking the corners of your eyes at his harsh intrusion but he could see by the dopey smile on your face how much you were loving it. 

Your halo bounced as he thrust again and again and the noises you were making were so far from angelic. 

Needing more leverage, Spencer suddenly flipped the two of you over, causing you to whimper in confusion. 

He pulled out harshly, making you yelp once more, but he was quick to stand on his feet, pulling you by the thighs to the edge of the bed. 

You stayed on your back and he wrapped your legs around his waist. Moving your panties aside again he suddenly slammed back inside of you. 

You arched your back to meet his thrusts, now he was on his feet he could control the pace a lot better. 

He was unyielding, snapping his hips back just to slam right back inside of you. Each thrust earned him a delicious and sinful moan from your lips. 

“Some fucking angel you are, letting a stranger fuck you this way.” He reached down and wrapped his hand around your throat again. 

You felt dizzy in the best possible way. Spencer tightened his hand on your neck, squeezing hard as you fought for breath whilst he continued fucking you into the mattress. 

Your orgasm completely snuck up on you, you blamed the lack of air circulating in your brain for not realising it was happening until it hit you. 

Spencer clearly noticed by the way you clenched around him and the soft string of strangled moans that left your lips. 

Your face was starting to turn red and tears rolled from your eyes so he let go of your neck and kissed you hard instead. 

You fought to catch your breath and you mumbled incoherently against him. 

He moved his lips to the shell of your ear and whispered another line from Dracula although you didn’t register it, now rendered dumb 

“Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose?"

You simply whimper in response as he pounded into your spent body a few more times. 

More tears rolled down your cheeks and you loudly yelped when he suddenly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and sore. 

He smirked down at you, pupils blown out wide as he quickly discarded the condom. 

He gripped your throat again, using it to pull you to a sitting position on the edge of the bed but decided against choking you again. 

Your wings were bent and ruffled from the activities and your halo was closer to the side of your face than your crown. 

Your dress was ruched up to your hips and your panties were still off at an angle. 

You looked a goddamn mess and Spencer was filled with pride that he’d reduced you to this. 

“Oh angel,.” He started pumping himself pulling you towards his member. “Open wide, I’ll have you at heaven's gates in no time.” 

Your mouth fell open, too dumb to refuse. 

Spencer thrust his cock inside your waiting mouth and you moaned around his shaft. 

He roughly fucked your mouth, hand on the back of your head to manouver you. 

He’d been close when he’d pulled out and your warm, wet mouth around him sent him straight back to the edge. 

He slammed into you a few times before he felt the telltale tightening of his stomach. 

He sheathed himself completely in your mouth as his cock spasmed and you felt his come shoot down your throat. 

You choked a little around him but swallowed everything he had to give. He stayed buried inside your mouth until he was completely spent. 

His legs shook a little as he pulled out, a string of saliva dripping from your lips to the tip of his cock. 

He wiped the dribble from your chin before practically collapsing next to you on the bed. 

Your mascara was running down in streaks from your eyes and he gently rubbed the marks away with the pads of his thumbs. 

“Y/N. I’m Y/N.” You mumbled sleepily. 

“Beautiful, angel.” He kissed your lips before pulling you into his arms. 

You nuzzled into his chest hearing his heart beating frantically beneath your ear. 

“S-should we leave?” You muttered although you didn’t want to go anywhere. 

“I’m sure Garcia won’t mind us staying the night.” He placed a kiss on your messy hair, pulling you closer. 

You hitched a leg up and wrapped it around Spencer’s waist as you sighed in content. 

“O-ok.” You stifled a yawn. 

He looked down at the half sleeping angel in his arms and his heart soared as if it had wings of its own. 

One night was not going to be enough with you, he knew that with startling clarity. 

He was going to hold onto you with everything he had. You were the first ray of sunshine to come into Spencer’s life since prison had cast him into darkness. And he certainly wasn’t going to let that go. 

He couldn’t believe that he’d almost missed out on this party. He’d almost let his misery get in the way of celebrating his favourite holiday. 

His love of Halloween has certainly been reignited tonight, thanks to the angel of a woman who laid in his arms. 

His eyes started to flutter and his mind started to shut off as he gave over to sleep, one last line from Dracula came to pass. 

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and how dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

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🍑 / 🦦 (you pick) but something about married life w/ frank because I think you may need some of this (as do the rest of us)

ok ok so y eah I definitely needed to do this one. I started fluffy and then it got smutty and then it got fluffy again? so here we go…💕

calendar year - frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, unprotected p-in-v (wrap ur shit), mentions of frank’s past, allusions to pregnancy/babies (I know I did another celebration ask w/ this but IT’S DIFFERENT OKAY), you know the drill

✨kay’s 300 follower celebration✨

Frank’s always had a mind for dates. He always has. It was almost helpful, when he was young, when it came to school. History was his favourite subject, and he always got the date of big events right on every single test, without fail.

He was always good at remembering birthdays, anniversaries, important stuff like that. Lisa was born at the end of the summer, August 31st; Frank Jr. at the start of winter, November 21st. Maria was right in the middle, October 18th, and they were married in early spring, April 7th. Those dates loom in the back of his mind now, turn into dark days with every year that passes.

But now, he has new dates, new firsts, a new birthday to remember. Now there’s you.

The first day you met: September 17th.

Your first date: September 31st.

The first time he told you he loved you: December 31st.

The day he asked you to marry him: March 9th.

And the day you became his wife: June 24th.

He can still remember every second of the day he married Maria. The memory of his day with you hasn’t painted over it, but rather set up shop in his brain right beside it, a gallery wall filled with the great loves of his life, memories on a loop that he falls into when the world gets to be too much for him.

With Maria, they did the whole big thing. The church, the dress, the cake, all the people. Mostly her side, but Frank didn’t mind. He was just happy to be around family.

With you, it was just the opposite. Just the two of you in the court house, you in a short white dress that had not so quietly driven him mad, a small bouquet of daisies in your hand. Karen and Matt had played witness for you both, and the whole thing had been over in a span of fifteen minutes, your signatures still wet as the judge smiled at you both and said, “You may now kiss the bride.”

He remembered that part, from before, and now it was something different.

You were on him before he could even blink, flowers cascading down his back as you threw your arms around his neck. Frank could taste your lipstick as he kissed you, unable to stop from grinning into your mouth, big hands spanning your waist as your body collided with his.

Afterwards, when everything had been signed and filed and your marriage certificate was stamped with the New York seal, you had walked down the street hand-in-hand, the sun sinking into the distance and painting the sky a million different colours. He had spun you around the sidewalk, watching the skirt of your dress flare out as you turned beneath his palm, and you grinned back at him, leading him down the pavement and into your new life together.

+

A year has passed in a blink of an eye, and Frank wakes on the morning of June 24th the same way he has since you married him: in your arms. You’re still passed out, head tilted up against your pillow, arms draped around his neck, holding his face against your chest. The corner of his mouth quirks and ever so carefully, he disentangles himself from your grip, sticking his pillow in the gap his absence leaves. He pauses, waits to make sure you’re still sleeping soundly, and pads from the bedroom as quietly as he can.

He was home late last night, and picked up the daisies on his way home, making sure they were the same colour as the ones you’d carried on your wedding day. He stuck them in water the moment he was sure you were already in bed and hid them in one of the closets. Now, he pulls them out, sets them on the kitchen table along with the card scrawled with your name and the little velvet box. He turns the coffee machine on, rubs a hand over his sleep-drenched face, and heads back to the bedroom.

You’re still in exactly the same spot, your hands gripping his pillow like a lifeline, but as he slips back into bed, legs sliding beneath the covers to tangle with yours, you start to stir. “Baby?” you murmur, your voice raspy and sleepy and sending a shock through his body. You push the pillow away, hands searching for him. “Frank?”

“Right here, sweet girl,” he drawls, a hand reaching out to cup your shoulder, pushing you back until you’re flat on the bed, spine pressed into the mattress. It’s perfect, the way he can plant his hand beside your neck, lean up to hover over you, stare down as your eyes slowly blink open.

As Frank watches, the almost-scowl that had appeared when you realized the pillow wasn’t him, is replaced with a beaming smile. “Happy anniversary,” you murmur in that raspy voice, and he can’t stop himself from bending down to kiss the words right out of your mouth.

“My little wife,” he whispers against your lips, knocking your knees apart with his own so he can sink between your legs, slotting his hips into yours. It’s a familiar feeling, a familiar place, but one he never tires of. His kisses trail down the side of your mouth, down your jaw, over your throat. “Happy anniversary.”

“Can’t believe it’s been a whole year,” you say, the rasp in your voice hitching as he grazes his teeth against your neck. “Mr. Castle.”

Frank smiles against your skin, the hand not holding him up moving up to hold your face, fingers sinking into your hair while his thumb follows the curve of your jaw. “Mmm, a whole year, and I’ve been lovin’ every second of it, Mrs. Castle.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really,” he groans, rolling his hips as he says it, jaw going tight as he remembers how little you’d worn to bed last night, how there’s only the thin cotton of his briefs and the thinner cotton of your panties between his cock and your wet heat. “Gonna let me show you how much?”

“Uh-huh,” you whine, one hand sliding up his arm, the other lifting to twine in his hair. He starts to move, trying to inch his way down your body so he can press his tongue into your core, lap up your sweetness until he’s drunk on the taste. But you stop him, tugging at his hair, squeezing his arm. “No, baby, just want you, please.”

“That so?” he asks, releasing your face to slip his hand between your bodies. You follow suit, reaching to shimmy out of your panties while he hooks his fingers into his briefs and pulls them down over his ass. “You gonna take me so good, sweet girl? Don’t even need to be warmed up?”

You shake your head slowly, a sly grin on your face as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, your knees twitching around his ribs, one foot sliding along the outside of his thigh. “Was dreaming about my big, sexy husband,” you quip, and Frank chuckles, leaning his forehead into your collar as he takes himself in hand, already half-hard from the rasp in your voice and the feel of your skin. He pumps himself a few times, dragging the tip through your wetness, the heat making his jaw drop. “I’m ready to go.”

Frank drags his mouth back up to yours as he presses into you, revelling in the way you gasp his name, your feet hooking around his thighs, nails digging into his back as he lowers himself, filling you to the hilt in one fell swoop. It’s always his favourite bit, that first thrust into you, where you’re the warmest, the way he can feel how your body stretches to accommodate his cock, managing to grip him so tightly and so perfectly at the same time. He never gets tired of it. Never could. 

He keeps his pace slow, every roll of his hips a calculated manoeuvre, focusing on the way the ridge of his pelvis drags against your clit with each pass. He watches your face, pulls back from your kiss just enough to see your eyes roll back, feel your nails drag down his sides. Any other morning, and that would have been the end of his restraint, would have kicked his pace into high gear, chasing his high as well as your own. But today, no, today he needs to unravel you more than usual, needs to hear every hitch in your breath and feel every tense of your muscles.

Frank plants his elbow after a while, digs his hand into your hair and ghosts his mouth over yours. You don’t miss the chance to catch his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging light until you let it go with a pop. He reaches his other hand down, grips your thigh in his palm and hitches it up, your knee moving higher over his hip and changing the angle, letting him dive deeper.

The build-up is intense. It’s shared breaths and whispered strings of curses and admissions of love. I love you so much, Frank. That’s gotta be the top of his list, when you tell him you love him while he’s buried in you, connected to you in the most intimate of ways. You always sound love drunk, your voice like syrup, sweet like honey to his ears.

It’s almost like dominoes, the way he feels your muscles go taut one after another. He can feel it thrumming in your blood, your skin practically trembling against his as you climb higher and higher toward your release. His own orgasm follows yours, two birds on a wire leaping into flight at the same time. Frank watches, eyes glued to your face as your nerves turn to fireworks, your core tightening like a vice around him as you flood his cock, nails digging in so hard you might draw blood, but he doesn’t care. He lives for it.

Lives for you.

A hoarse shout falls out of him as he spills inside you, the final thrust a little harder than the others, pinning you to the bed beneath you, sprawling your hips wide. “My sweet girl,” he grunts out, groaning as he fucks you through both your orgasm and his own, your pussy milking him for everything he’s worth. “My pretty little wife.”

+

An hour later, and you’ve eating breakfast together, fresh coffee in your mugs. You’d gasped at the daisies, cried at his card, and nearly toppled over at the little diamond studs sitting in the velvet box. They’re in your ears already, glinting in the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window.

You had a gift for him too, and good lord, if it didn’t bring him to his knees.

A leather-bound photo album, his name embossed on the cover. And inside, his whole life. Baby pictures — most of which he has no idea where you got — and then…his family. Maria and Lisa and Frank Jr.; a few more pages, and then there you are. The few photos that were snapped on your wedding day, the photo of you and him standing outside of the courthouse right on the last page.

“There are more pages,” you say softly, standing at his shoulder, watching him flip through the book. “More space for memories.”

He goes to flip the book shut, to gather you into his arms, but you stop him.

“Wait. There’s one more, towards the back.”

Brow furrowing, Frank flips the page, and there it is.

A black-and-white sonogram, your name at the top of the photo. He’s seen one before, knows what it means, feels the tears in his eyes before he can stop them. And written beneath it, in your handwriting…

Baby Castle. Arriving December 24th.

Frank’s always had a mind for dates.

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[marthawrites]

Here are my March reads! General thoughts below the cut ♥

The September House: If you watched and enjoyed the first season of American Horror Story "Murder House", I highly recommend this book! I honestly loved this story. From start to end I was hooked. The writing and cadence was really great, I loved the visuals the author created with their descriptions, it was dark, and it was funnier in parts that I was thought it would be. It was a wild ride and I was on for the WHOLE thing!

The War of Two Queens: At this point this story is insane and crazy and the twists NEVER STOP. I say this lovingly - it feels silly at times. BUT at the end of the day I am in love with and obsessed with these stupid characters!! Excited to move onto the next book!

The Only One Left: I have seen this book ALL over the place. After reading the synopsis at the beginning of the year I immediately added it to my TBR. Tbh I wasn't sure what to expect because it's so hyped. I was NOT disappointed though! At all! I loved this story so much. It would be awesome to see it adapted into a movie. If you're on the fence about reading it, or want to read a thriller with well-written characters, this is the book! Crazy twists, turns, beautiful descriptions, and an ending that had me SO emotional!

Behind the Net: I got this baby for $1.99 on a daily audible deal. It was my first hockey (or sports, in general) romance and it was fun read. It had the grumpy + sunshine trope which is honestly SO much fun! The writing was a bit clunky and repetitive for my taste, but for 2 bucks and an entertaining plot I'm not complaining. I probably will not read the next book in this series, but I did enjoy this one. Fair warning though, after the sexual tension breaks it gets preeeetty smutty!

Glint: I fell in LOVE with Rot and his Wrath in this book. I love Lu and she quickly became one of my favorites - as well as Keg LOL. I ate this up and quickly moved on to the third book. By the end of this story I hated Midas. He makes Tamlin look like the worlds best boyfriend EVER

Gleam: WOWOWOWW. I HATE HATE HATE HATE MIDAS. Seriously FUCK this guy. This book made me SO angry and if it weren't for the book club I'm reading it for, I probably wouldn't have finished it. I understand suffering is part of the story - I'm not here for fluffy rainbows and unicorn cotton candy - but DAMN. I was pissed off and emotional for the majority of this book. By the end I was SCREAMING. The end made some of Auren's suffering worth it, but our girl deserves to burn the whole fucking world down

#2024 reading #the september house #the war of two queens #the only one left #behind the net #glint #gleam

[liaromancewriter]

Closure

Premise: When an ex asks Ethan for a second chance, he realizes that the past is best left behind. Set during the beginning of book 2.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine). Feat. Harper Emery Rating/Category: Teen. Fluffy Angst. Words: 1,920

A/N: Submission for @choicesprompts September prompt 2 and for @choices-september-challenge-blog​ Day 18 Dialogue prompt

“This isn’t working for me anymore.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“This was the agreement. This has always been the agreement. Or have you forgotten?”

“I’ve forgotten nothing. But everything is different now.”

Ethan Ramsey sighed in frustration and set the empty wine glass down, gazing at Harper Emery across the kitchen island. 

They’d been having a variation of this argument for the last two days; ever since Harper had told him that she’d accepted the Chief of Medicine position, effectively making her his boss.

He stared at the ceiling hoping for divine wisdom or anything to bring this conversation to an end. But all he got were blind spots from the overhead lights shining into his eyes.

For the last eight years, he and Harper had been engaged in an on-again, off-again relationship. They had mutually agreed to keep it casual in case it interfered with their bigger career ambitions. Now he was calling it off for good because things were different.

Why was Harper pushing back? He thought, baffled at her uncharacteristic stubbornness.

They had fought too hard for their careers for people to gossip about them. It hadn’t mattered when they were residents or when they both became attending physicians within a year of each other. Her becoming Chief meant they weren’t equals anymore.

He had liked Harper when they initially met during one of his second-year residency rotations. She had been a couple of years ahead of him, halfway through her neurosurgery residency, and he respected how confident she was about owning her skills.

They had both been determined to make their mark professionally. That intellectual connection had been a huge turn-on for him. The physical aspect of their relationship, when it followed shortly after, wasn’t bad either.

They enjoyed each other’s company, but the impermanence of their interactions had started to feel old after a while. Lately, their “off” times seemed to last longer than their “on” periods, but neither had complained. He would always value their friendship, but whatever more existed between them was over.

He reached for the jacket he’d tossed on the kitchen stool, shrugged it over his broad shoulders, and headed toward the front door. There was no point rehashing everything for the nth time.

“You’re leaving?” Harper asked incredulously. “We’re still talking!”

“What is there left to say, Harper?” Ethan said objectively, pausing to look back over his shoulder. “We always agreed to keep it casual and convenient. It’s not convenient anymore, not for me. We’ve had a good run, but it’s time to move on.”

Harper followed hurriedly, pushing past him to lean her back against the door, blocking his exit. “What if I tell the board I’ve changed my mind about the Chief role?”

Ethan stiffened, his eyes scanning the desperation on her face. His expression softened, and he framed her face between his hands.

“Harper, you deserve the promotion, and you’re going to kick ass as Chief,” he told her gently. “We always promised each other that our careers came first. Please, don’t put me in the position of watching a doctor I respect greatly to give up everything she worked so hard for because of a man. I can’t be the one who stands in your way. You’d come to resent me for it one day, and so would I.”

Harper sighed and stepped away from the door and him.

“I’m sorry, Ethan,” she said, contrite. “It was unfair of me to put this on you. Of course, you’re right. One of the reasons we worked so well as a couple was because we weren’t really a couple.”

“I care about you,” Ethan said, giving her a half-smile. “We had fun together, and I hope we’ll continue to be friends.”

Harper chuckled. “Sure. Who knows? Maybe I’ll find the Chief role isn’t for me after all.”

Ethan nodded but didn’t respond, not wanting to make promises he couldn’t keep. He kissed her forehead goodbye and walked out of her apartment.

He knew that it was over between them even if Harper stopped being his boss. He was turning thirty-five in a couple of months. At his age, his father had already been busy working two jobs while raising a teenager.

Ethan wasn’t sure he wanted marriage or children. Given everything he'd seen, it was too big a risk to take. He also didn’t want to spend his life searching for something he couldn’t define.

It was better to focus on work, to seek answers to medicine’s biggest mysteries. Unlike people, medicine never let him down.

Two years later…

Ethan smiled at the text from Cassie Valentine and quickly tapped a reply, telling her how much he was looking forward to proving her wrong tonight in bed. He laughed out loud when she replied with “Bring it!” and a hot face emoji.

Cassie seemed to enjoy challenging him at every opportunity; her lips curved in a smile that was equal parts sweet and naughty. He wondered what it said about him that he found her occasional quirkiness endearing and her passion addictive.

“What’s so funny?”

He glanced up as Harper walked over to take the visitor’s chair across from him. He’d been so absorbed in texting that he hadn’t heard the glass doors swish open.

“Nothing,” he said, clearing the gruffness from his throat and putting his phone aside, screen facing down. “What can I do for you, Harper?”

Harper rolled her eyes and shook her head in dismay. “What makes you think I want anything, Ethan? Can’t I visit an old colleague who is also a friend?”

Ethan grinned at the amused exasperation in her voice. He knew he’d tried her patience when she was Chief and throughout their relationship. And yet he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m only thirty-six, Harper. Let’s save the ‘old’ for when I cross forty.”

“Thirty-seven soon, no?” She prodded before continuing, “Forty isn’t as far as you think.”

Before he could protest, she held her hands up to indicate a truce. “Anyway, I didn’t come here to tease you. We haven’t had a chance to chat since you returned from your WHO mission. How are you?”

Ethan hid his confusion behind a neutral mask. Harper knew he wasn’t one for small talk. Still, he decided to indulge her.

“I’m fine. It was a successful mission, and I’m pleased with the outcomes,” he said evenly. “But now I’m back, and one hundred percent focused on the Diagnostics Team. Is that enough for small talk? Now, what do you want?”

Harper sighed at his abrupt tone as much as the question. “Fine, fine. I’ll come out with it since niceties are clearly lost on you.”

Ethan could feel the tips of his ears turn red at the inference, and he threw Harper an abashed look. “My apologies, Harper. That wasn’t very nice of me.”

“It’s fine,” she said, waving away his apology. “It’s who you are. I came to invite you to dinner tonight if that works or tomorrow.”

He was immediately suspicious, wondering why she was acting out of character. “Why?”

“Why not?” she countered. Then she uncrossed her legs and stood up to lean over the desk. “Look, I was hoping to do this over dinner, but….”

She paused, and then her eyes locked on his. “I want you back, Ethan. I’m not your boss anymore, and there’s no reason why we can’t pick up where we left off.”

Ethan stilled as Harper blurted out the words, unable to hide his shock.

“Is it really that much of a surprise?” She asked, noticing the look on his face. “We were good together for eight years, weren’t we?”

“Harper, I…”

He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and saw Cassie and Baz through the glass walls. They were talking and laughing animatedly as they headed toward the team office. He’d forgotten he’d asked them to drop by for a consult and update on a new patient. June wouldn’t be far behind. He caught Baz’s eye and gestured for them to wait.

"I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending they are you,” Harper said when he tuned back in. “I want to try again, but this time make it official. Ethan, are you listening to me?”

“Yes,” he replied absently, watching the considering look enter Cassie’s eyes as her gaze zigzagged between him and Harper.

Ethan came out from behind his desk to stand in front of Harper. His eyes briefly connected with Cassie, and he asked for her patience. He saw her subtle nod before she looked away.

“Harper,” he began, peering intently at her. “I’m seeing someone else and have been for a few months now.”

“I see,” she said, brows furrowing. “Is it serious?”

“Yes, it is,” he admitted more to himself than her. From the moment he met Cassie, it had been serious despite how much he tried to pretend otherwise.

“Do I know her? Does she work at the hospital?” Harper fired off questions.

“You know I dislike discussing my private life,” Ethan said severely, folding his arms across his chest. “We’re keeping our relationship quiet for now, and I’m not at liberty to say more.”

“Not at liberty?” Harper mocked. “What is she, a celebrity? Are you afraid I’ll go running to TMZ?”

“No, of course not,” he said curtly. “But for our own reasons, we want to keep our relationship private until we’re ready to tell our family and friends. It’s still new, and we don’t want to let the world in.”

Harper looked like she wanted to probe more, but his face must have shown his reluctance to continue the conversation.

“Fine, I get the message,” she said, trying to smile to show she was unaffected, but he could see the hurt.

“I’m sorry, Harper,” Ethan said, placing one hand on her arm before letting go. He was mindful of the captive audience outside now that June had joined Cassie and Baz. “I didn’t mean to hurt you with my brusqueness, but you caught me by surprise.”

Harper smiled again, this one full of warmth. “No, I’m sorry. Two years is a long time to wait for someone. I shouldn’t have assumed you were single. I hope we’re still friends after this.”

“Of course,” he said definitely. “We have history, good memories. I have great respect for you.”

Harper watched him curiously. “Even before we called it off the last time, something had changed, hadn’t it?”

He hesitated and then nodded. “Yes. I don’t know what, but I knew I wasn’t happy with the status quo.”

“I understand,” she said and stepped back, straightening her coat. “I’ll let you get back to it. See you around, Ethan.”

Ethan watched Harper stride through the sliding doors, stop to exchange words with the team and laugh at something Baz said before waving them goodbye.

The team filed into the office and took their seats at the conference table. But Ethan remained where he was, staring at Harper’s retreating back until it disappeared from sight.

He turned away and saw Cassie watching him discreetly, a knowing look in her eyes. Ethan wondered if she was jealous and how he should handle it. And then she smiled, and he knew she understood.

He’d said goodbye to someone who’d been important to him once and gained closure to move on to the next phase of his life. He wasn’t afraid to take a risk, not anymore. Whatever happened next would certainly be an adventure.

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[maryangel0908]

Paw Prints on My Heart: A Journey of Getting My First Day

by Mary Angeline T. Dalangin

Even if my parents had talked about getting me a puppy, I never actually thought that they were going to. A couple weeks later before my dad went back to work abroad, he surprised me with the best news ever - I was getting a puppy! From that moment, I couldn’t hide what I felt and imagined immediately about the endless games with my first puppy. It was like my heart started to dance because of the happiness I felt at that time. 

It was August 2012, and my family and I went to SM City. It became my favorite place because of how I was so excited to buy things for my first-ever puppy! My parents gave me the freedom to pick out all sorts of cool stuff like the squeaky toys that made the funniest noises that every puppy would love, a leash, and a very comfortable bed that would make my first puppy sleep like he’s in a fluffy cloud. Every purchase of things for him felt like I was meeting a new best friend that I would cherish forever.

The long-awaited finally arrived! It was September 2012 when we went to Danao to pick up my first-ever puppy. When my family and I got there, there was a tiny crate in the corner, and I immediately went up closer to check. I met a tiny ball of fur with eyes sparkling with happiness. I remembered he jumped right into my arms and that was the time that I knew that we were meant to be for each other. I named him Buddy because at the time I just finished watching a movie called Air Bud and I wanted to name my first dog Buddy. From that moment, he became a part of the family. 

As I was trying to get to know Buddy, I got to see him do zoomies and his morning walks every day. I was having so much time spending time with him and that was one of the best moments in my life. Every afternoon, we always go to the park near our village to get some fresh air and to meet with other dogs from our neighborhood that became Buddy’s friends. 

It was December 2012, my first Christmas with him. It was so much fun because our relatives got to meet him and I can tell that he was so happy too. As it hit midnight on December 25, he was quite scared of the fireworks displayed in our neighborhood and as a first-time pet owner, I searched for what to do and immediately comforted him by staying by his side. 

Things took a turn when Budyy got sick. He wasn’t his usual playful self. As his owner, I was really worried and couldn’t stop thinking about it. It felt like the day lost its sunshine without his morning zoomies and his happy barks. 

My family and I rushed him to the vet and I noticed that my tears welled up in my eyes as the doctors took him away from me. I got his collar in my hand like it is now my lucky charm. 

August 2013, I got the best news ever! Buddy came home and I saw him wagging his tail. I immediately hugged him and I started crying because of happiness. From that moment, I promised him to make our moments together memorable and to cherish them. 

A few months passed by, and that worried feeling returned. It was January 2014 and another trip to the vet happened. When we arrived at the veterinary hospital, the doctors tried checking up on him and left me confused about what Buddy’s condition was. A few hours later, the doctors announced that he was now in a better place. Saying goodbye to your best friend was the hardest thing to ever do. As I was holding his paws, I started crying inside the hospital and felt like my heart was breaking into a million pieces. 

As my mom was trying to comfort me, I couldn’t stop thinking about the times I spent time together with him. I will forever miss his zoomies, his morning walks, and his meet-ups with his other friends in the park near our village. 

We buried him in our backyard, I was crying as he was lying down there lifeless. The falling leaves of the trees from our backyard mingled with my tears. This is a happy and sad memory of the amazing love we shared. I will never forget him. 

#dog #cute #new puppy #paw patrol

[virgilisspidey]

My art journey in the start of pandemic til now through the eyes of how i draw my persona Nari

Very first iteration of the Nari sona lol

(ew boobs)

I used to draw on paper and trace it on ibispaint and color. I used to shade with black. Pretty much looks shitty and the colors clash a lot, i dont know how to do color combos yet. This was around February of 2021

Thus is where the whole arm warmers thing cane from!!

And the start of ne figuring out my identity!!

I also drew this on paper i think, and it's the start of my thin line art style. My sona usually copies what my hair looked like currently and this was the time where my hair was pretty short, but long enough to look girly.

The skin tone was fixed too

This was June 2021

This one had my real name in it so i had to edit lol.

This was the start of me drawing on my phone full time, i think. No more drawing on paper ans tracing it. This was legitimately drawn digitally.

i think i only ever mentioned it once or twice but i only draw with my fingers btw. A stylus and an art tablet is expensive so i only have mt fingers and phone.

This is also the start of the appearance of the signature striped hoodie as well as the return of the purple hair

This was in August 2021

I think this was also fully drawn digitally

Also the first appearance of the bat and the choker, as well as the purple bangs. And also the bandage on cheek (that i somehow forget sometimes)

The colors were definitely darker.

Not much to say about this. Tho i didn't like the way i did the blush.

Also cut my hair during this time for the first time ans changed my sona accordingly.

Made in September 2021

From here on out its all drawn digitally

Fully digital again and the start of a more stylized version of my hair.

This is the start of the fluffy hair era.

Not much to say here. Tried a new pose, it sucked, colors are still the same.

This was made in November 2021

Full body this time

Nari starts to look like a little shit. This is honestly where the smug cat personality came from, and i startes to sign my art using the name Nari too.

Still pretty much wonky with the anatomy but i'm proud!!

The hoodie became a croptop but i dont follow it lol, it's still a normal hoodie in some art.

Added stripes to the sleeves too.

The short remains plus differenr colored socks!!

This was January 2022

The era of the thick line art art style

This was also one of the drawings that featured fluffu hair Nari.

I deviated from the usual hoodie and gave them some new clothes since i drew them alongside two other ocs.

The story that my sona Nari is in requires them to have an eyepatch since red eyes aren't really that natural lol.

Still have that smug cat smirk.

This was August 2022

This is the latest drawing of Nari before i stopped using them as a sona and actually using one that looks closer to me. Nari is back to being an oc now but they're still my mascot.

I forgot the bandage here lol, but that cat grin is still there. I also added my beauty mark!!

This is January 2023

Lately my sona is just this funny little thing:

It looks more closer to what i actually look like irl.

I started drawing myself with my glasses more too, which i think i got in like 2022-ish.

I started feelong a bit jealous that my other artist friends had a cute style so i started making this little thing when j got bored during pur chemistry subject and it just stuck.

So this is my actual sona now, but i still use Nari from time to time and also took the name Nari as a pseudonym online.

The name cane from me misspelling the word Ocarina with Ocnarina, so you can see me use that name throughout my art journey.

Not really comfortable sharing my actual name yet tho, but it does start with an R since the people on my header (art made by a friend) is called the Toys R Us trio since out names start with an R lol.

As for my username, i used tumblr before to look at Sanders Sides art. It came from Virgil lol.

Virgil was confirmed to be connected with spiders and i thought

Virgil is spidey

And that stuck.

Plus he's purple lol, i love purple.

Anyways that's all

#my art #ART BACKSTORY LMAOO???

[dreamkitsworld]

How old are apprentices? 

Very light spoilers with warrior name and protagonist reveals.

How old are apprentices? 

What I mean here, is how old are the characters in relation to human ages. Because there are several ways you can go about figuring this out. 

I’m getting this out of the way now. There are a lot of charts comparing human ages to cats, like this one from Pumpkin Pet Insurance, that shows that at 6 months old, cats are roughly 10 and at 12 months they’re 15. In my experience with cats, this is fine. A one year old cat tends to go through a moody teen phase that they seem to age out of by the time they’re 2, and this goes along with the chart nicely.  

I’m setting aside the real cat ages charts, though. I think that that they’re really not helpful in figuring out ages of these characters. The cats in Warriors really don’t resemble their real-life counterparts at all, and I don’t think that Warriors is sending out child soldiers here. 

Instead we’re going to solve this puzzle by talking about a super exciting topic… Marketing in the book industry! 

If you're feeling impatient you can jump right to Tl;dr at the end.

Marketing and Children’s Literature

Warriors is marketed as a middle grade book series, but what does that mean? 

First, you need to understand that until very recently, children’s literature was all under one umbrella. Also, there were very few teen books running around. Teen Librarian Toolbox has a good info graphic about the history of YA literature, and how it became a branch of its own. This was a slow progression, but I feel pretty confident that YA didn’t come to full maturity until the early 2000s. For context, Into the Wild was released in September of 2003. This was right as Harry Potter was becoming seriously popular, and just before the really big boom series of the 2000s. As someone who was 13 in 2003, I’m telling you from experience the teen fantasy section was sparse at my local library. From 2003-2010 the section really exploded into a lot of different books, but in 2003 specifically there wasn’t a lot going on.

In publishing, and writing, marketing is absolutely everything. You need to identify a target audience, so that bookstores and libraries know where to put the book. Warriors came out kind of in the middle of the Redwallseries being published. In the 1980s, when it was first released, it was marketed as Children’s Literature. Warriors has a lot in common with Redwall, enough that the two series would be targeting the same audience. Redwall was Children’s Literature, which by the time Warriors was released in 2003 has split into Middle Grade and YA. 

So, if you’re a marketing director and you’re publishing books in the early 2000s, your options are publishing a book aimed at the same demographics as an already established series in a genre that was more established, or taking a risk on the new YA field. The obvious choice is to go with the first option. 

 So, how do you know if a book is middle grade? 

The Novelry has a great article that discusses how to tell if a book is for the YA or Middle Grade crowds. If you scroll down and take a look at the chart they made, Warriors is a very interesting series. Let’s take a look at some stats. 

Criteria 1: Word Count

Middle Grade books are 30k-50k words

YA: 50k-75k words

The Prophecies Begin: Average of 70,627 words across the whole arc

Point for YA. 

Criteria 2: Romance

Middle Grade: Romance is light and fluffy. Some crushes and first kisses. 

YA: Range of possible relationships, explicit sex is often off screen. Complex romance is possible, including cheating and forbidden love.

I think it’s obvious The Prophecies Begin have a lot of messy romantic things going on. It does still skirt around the issue of sex, but it was 2003. 

Another point for YA. 

Criteria 3: Violence

Middle Grade: Vague, limited violence that isn’t too graphic. 

YA: Well, yeah. YA can get dark. 

I think it’s obvious Warriors falls into the YA category here as well. 

In all 3 cases, Warriors is clearly a YA book. But, it’s not marketed that way. They can get away with this because… 

The Characters are Cats

I once had the opportunity of meeting Tui Sutherland at a literary convention I had attended, and during her panel and my conversation with her afterward, she talked about her Wings of Fire series. She commented that one reason Wings of Fire was able to do the things it did, was because the characters aren’t human. This is a really important detail, because of a 4th criterion I purposefully left out. 

Criteria 4: Age of Characters

The general rule of thumb is that kids read up. Meaning that they like to read books about characters that are slightly older than themselves. If your target audience is age 10, then you need characters who are 12. If you are aiming for 14, your characters need to be 16-18. 

Tui Sutherland’s point about Wings of Fire was that age didn’t matter because her characters were dragons, and so didn’t need to follow the normal rules of character ages. 

At a different convention, I had the opportunity to see Tamora Pierce in a panel discussion, and she made a really interesting comment about her own Tortall series. Back in the 80s, as I mentioned earlier, there was only children’s literature. You didn’t have the same marketing divides. Her character Alana, who at the start of The Song of the Lioness quartet was 10, was free to grow up through the series without having issues. She also could include some heavier themes, because there wasn’t a hard line between ages yet. Pierce during the panel mentioned that Song of the Lioness couldn’t have been written today as-is because of the new marketing landscape. Harry Potter kind of slipped into the same category, since the series started in the early 1990s. 

The point is, the other criteria don’t actually matter that much. At least, not when compared to age. The age of the characters drives the rest of the book, and forces it to fall in line with the other criteria I discussed above. 

But, like Wings of Fire, Warrior exists outside of the normal rules because the characters aren’t human. Warriors is basically a YA series that is masquerading as Middle Grade so they could snag the Redwallreaders and have a safe market to sell books. It’s a loophole in marketing.

Which brings us back to the original question…

How Old Are Apprentices? 

Tl;dr: I’m pretty confident that apprentices are about 13-14 years old in human terms.

In order to be convincing middle grade books, the characters need to start their journeys at the correct middle grade ages. The content of the books is clearly edging into territory that is not suitable for young readers (think age 8), so they’re really trying to target the 11-14 crowd. Since kids read up, the characters in the beginning need to match that expectation. 

Which is why every new arc has an apprentice floating around in the first books. It’s the character designed to draw in the middle grade readers. They’ve also, if you’ve noticed, had protagonist point of view characters shared with very young warriors. 

Hmmmm?!

Yeah, that’s to catch the YA crowd. I think that young warriors are something like 17-18 years old.  

To prove my point, here are the main point of view characters by arc: 

Arc Two (The New Prophecy)

Apprentices : Squirrelpaw, Leafpaw

Young Warriors: Brambleclaw, Stormfur

Arc Three (Power of Three)

Apprentices: Lionpaw, Jaypaw, Hollypaw

Arc Four (Omen of the Stars)

Apprentices: Dovepaw, Ivypaw

Young Warriors: Jayfeather, Lionblaze, Flametail

Arc Five (A Vision of Shadows)

Apprentices: Alderpaw*, Violetpaw, Twigpaw

Young Warriors: Alderheart

Arc Six (Broken Code)

Apprentices: Shadowpaw, Rootpaw

Young Warriors: Bristlefrost

There are only two notable exceptions of the series starting with both apprentices and older cats, and that’s Power of Three and A Vision of Shadows. Power of Three is a bit unique in that I think it was attempting to do a sort of soft reboot with a new cast of characters and get new readers. A Vision of Shadows is kind of interesting, because most of Alderheart’s characters arc is actually in book one of that arc. After that he serves as the young warrior. I actually think that this is a 5 book arc with a prequel. The arc really gets going in book 2 with Violetkit and Twigkit. 

In The Broken Code, Shadowpaw and Bristlefrost start the series as either nearly warrior age or already a warrior-age. Shadowpaw’s siblings are both warriors at the start of this arc. 

The fact that these are cats, allows them to age up into adults. With a normal human character, this just wouldn’t happen. And not just because of the time skip issues, because as we see with Song of the Lioness, a series can allow the characters to grow and even have children of their own. As Tamora Pierce and Tui Sutherland pointed out, today’s marketing landscape just doesn’t allow for human stories like this now. And that’s a shame, because I think we’re losing out on some great stories due to these arbitrary marketing rules. 

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[elflock-magician]

"September Second" - Yugioh Fanfic

Summary - Ryou was compltetely indifferent to his birthday. As far as he was concerned, he was nothing to celebrate. However, his friends seem to think otherwise. 

Notes - Fluffy, very very minor hurt/comfort, somewhat Slice of Life?

Ryou never exactly celebrated his birthday. When his mother and sister were alive to insist on it, and his Dad cared enough to attend, he enjoyed celebrating it. But since none of those things were true since roughly around Ryou’s tenth birthday, he stopped bothering with any kind of celebration. His birthday became nothing more than a reminder that time was indeed passing. And Ryou was okay with that. As far as he was concerned, he was nothing special, a burden if anything. He didn’t deserve any kind of celebration. 

September second was treated like any other day, quite frankly. Ryou woke up bright and early, as he usually did. Ryou sat in front of the mirror, sitting at his vanity. He was gently brushing through his long hair.

“I need to go and get more hair product later… Ah, I’ll pick up some apples and cook apple pie again! Yes, that would be lovely.” Ryou thought to himself. He didn’t say it out loud, instead opting to just repeat it to himself in his head. He wasn’t a very talky person anyways. He glanced over at the rabbit skull he kept propped on his desk. But something felt off.

“I know I’m missing something, am I not?” He said to the rabbit skull. Of course, the skull didn’t reply. Not that Ryou expected it to. He had found the skull in his backyard once, and figured he should keep it company. But yes, it became clear Ryou was forgetting something. Ah, it wasn’t a big deal. He was very organized. He’d check his planner. 

Ryou continued with his usual morning routine. Ryou wasn’t the best with fashion so he tended to wear the same blue and white striped shirt every day. He was feeling pretty refreshed that day. Ah! Right, his planner. Ryou set his messenger bag that he used for just about everything down on the kitchen table as he prepared to leave for errands. He took out his planner and opened it to the most recent page. 

“Oh.” Ryou exhaled under his breath. It was the second of September. Ryou’s birthday. He had almost forgotten. Almost. It wasn’t usual that Ryou forgot things like that. He remembered all of his friends' birthdays. But his birthday was something he tried to ignore. Tried to act indifferent to. Ryou stared blankly down at the bolded letters that read ‘September Second.’ 

The thought of his birthday made Ryou almost sick. How every birthday, less and less of his loved ones would be present in his life. How every birthday, he only saw how much of a burden he thought himself to be. The day was nothing to him, nothing but a shining reminder of his mistakes in life. Of his failures in life. Of the parts of himself that he hated. 

He remembered the last birthday, a long time ago, when he had bothered to acknowledge the date. He just stood at the door, hoping, and waiting for a card from his father. Not because he actually cared that much about celebrating his birthday, but rather because he wanted to prove that his father still cared about him. That his father still thought about him. That he was more than just a burden.

He didn’t a receive a card that year. Nor any other years following.

“Ah. Nothing to make a fuss over.” Ryou thought to himself as he looked at the date, “It’s just another day, after all.” He added. Well, hopefully it was. Hopefully nothing bad happened. Hopefully nothing devastatingly awful. Hopefully–

Ryou carefully looked at what was listed under the date. He smiled slightly to himself as his eyes read over the words.

‘Meet with Tea and Tristan at the market at 9am. Visit Joey at the Cafe at noon.’ 

It comforted Ryou to know some people cared to include him. He slid his planner back into his bag. He tried to stay indifferent to the date, but even then, it was never quite far from mind. Always in the back of his mind. Ryou could hear his own thoughts echoing. The thoughts of his deceased family, his father who had chosen to part ways with him, everything he had lost. And his mistakes. Echoing over and over in his head like a broken record player.

But despite his dread and despite his internal turmoil, Ryou stepped out of his apartment. He had a little list of errands to run. He planned to take care of them at the market before meeting with Tristan and Tea. Ryou hummed a tune as he stepped out of the apartment building and walked down the sidewalk. It was fairly nice weather, as it was just beginning to edge on the start of fall.

His eyebrows slightly narrowed as he stepped into the market. It was so unbelievably loud with so many people there. So, Ryou reached into his messenger bag and put on his headphones. Ryou looked fairly cute, like the kind of person you’d expect to be listening to something cute and upbeat. But no, he was listening to a Screamo song. Ryou smiled peacefully as he listened, all while picking out apples for his apple pie. He didn’t need all that many, but it was good to have a spare or two extra. He placed the two in the bag and went ahead and checked out. “That all?” The cashier asked offhandedly as they rang up the apples. “Y-Yes, please and thank you.” Ryou replied and smiled, handing the cashier a bundle of one dollar bills. He already had the rest of the ingredients back home. The cashier nodded before handing the bag back to Ryou, who smiled. “Have a good day.” Ryou said before accepting the bag and smiling. “Yeah.” The cashier murmured, not paying attention. Ryou went ahead and walked out of the shop. Alright, that was one of his errands marked off. 

But then, suddenly–

“Hey Ryou, guess who!~” The voice of Tea called out from behind Ryou, as she covered Ryou’s eyes from behind. “W-Wah!” Ryou called out, significantly startled that his eyes were suddenly covered. “C’mon Tea, don’t scare the poor guy to death.” Tristan said offhandedly. “A-Ah, greetings Tea, Tristan.” Ryou greeted as Tea finally removed her hands. He turned around to be facing them. He was happy to be greeted by the familiar faces of his friends.

“Hey, glad you could make it, bud.” Tristan said. “Yeah! It’s great to see you!” Tea called out with her usual confident pep and cheer. “Oh hey, what’s the apples for?” She asked and glanced down at the bag in Ryou’s hands.

“I was running some errands before you arrived. I’m planning on baking some apple pie later today.” Ryou explained. Tristan silently smiled with excitement. Ryou was a great baker. He had baked for them a few times and they knew that very well. Tea glanced over at Tristan. The two of them exchanged glances. Tristan because he was hungry, and Tea because she actually had a plan. 

Tea and Tristan hadn’t just coincidentally invited Ryou out that day. They were purposely trying to keep him busy for a little bit. For what reason? They wanted it to be a surprise.

“Oh hey! I have a good idea!” Tea said and smiled. “Hm? What is it?” Ryou hummed in response and tilted his head. “Since we’re all here together, we can bake it together!” She offered excitedly. 

“Oh my! That is quite the idea,” Ryou began. A smile quickly found its way on Ryou’s face. “That sounds just lovely! Absolutely dapper.” He replied. Tristan giggled a bit. “Heheh… Dapper…” He repeated under his breath and giggled again like a child at Ryou’s vocabulary.

-

The group of three had returned back to Ryou’s apartment, which was not far away at all. Ryou’s apartment was always empty, save for Ryou, so they never really had to worry about letting his parents know. “I’ll start pre-heating the oven and getting the plates ready!” Tea said enthusiastically, taking on the little challenge as the three walked through the door. “Mhm.” Ryou nodded in agreement as he followed closely behind, reaching and getting some of the ingredients from the cabinet.

“Ryou, I dunno if I’ll ever get used to your house decor…” Tristan murmured as he stayed close to Tea as they walked into the apartment. Ryou had a lot of animal skulls hung, and several candles across the house. 

“Oh, I understand. It’s not quite for everyone.” Ryou replied and smiled, in his hands a sharp, thick knife, which he was using to cut the apples. “Gah! Careful with that!” Tristan called out at that. Ryou couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Tristan, quit shivering in your timbers and pour the flower.” Tea insisted, “Chop chop,” She ordered.

In the back of Ryou’s mind, there was a worry that he was burdening them. That they didn’t want to do this. That they were just pitying him. And one day they were going to abandon him. But at the same time, another voice said not to think of himself like that. The voices argued in the back of his mind, Ryou trying to silence the both of them, as he then started working on the pie crust.

“Hey, Ryou,” Tea began,

Ryou was snapped out of his thoughts. “Oh, yes?” He replied, “Thanks for letting us help you and all. We’re glad to get to spend time with you.” Tea said. Bakura’s eyes ever-so-slightly widened. Then he blushed a slight pink color,

“O-Oh, you’re quite welcome. Your company means a lot to me as well.” He replied.

“Anywho,” Tristan spoke up, “We should bring some for Joey and Yugi at the Cafe when we go.” He said. “Oh yeah! Joey has been working himself to the bone at that new job.” Tea commented.

“That sounds like a positively splendid idea!” Ryou agreed. The voices in the back of his head both went silent. And Ryou felt in the moment. It was his birthday. And yet people were still in his life. And they cared about him. He could barely fathom why. But he knew it. He knew it. For as long as he could remember, each time his birthday would come by each year, it seemed like one or sometimes even more people would be gone from his life. He remembered right before he transferred to Domino High when everyone he cared about was either dead or hated him. But it was different now. Very different.

-

Eventually, the apple pie finished cooking. It came out pretty good. Smelt good as well. “C’mon guysss, can I at least have a little bite??” Tristan asked as he stared at the almost expertly baked pie. “It’s bad manners to have some before everyone else.” Tea replied. “Mhm. I’d suppose it’s better to wait so you can share with Joey and Yugi. They’re at the Cafe by now, yes?” Ryou asked. Tea nodded. “Yeah, so let’s get going!” Tea called out happily. They left the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind them, Tea carrying the pie so that it wouldn’t get dropped. The Cafe was farther than the market, so they decided to just call a cab and take that to the Cafe. And they got there just a little bit past noon. “You know, Tea, you are quite the expert planner.” Ryou commented as they approached the Cafe. Tea had been the one to plan the day. From meeting up at the market at that certain time, to going to the Cafe to visit Joey during his shift.

“Awe, thanks Ryou!” Tea thanked and smiled. “Now, speaking of, it’s noon exactly! We should hurry.” She added before grabbing Ryou by the shoulders and driving him forward.

“O-Oh!” Ryou called out. “Okay?” He said. Tea, urging Ryou forward, followed by Tristan, entered the Cafe.

“Happy birthday Ryou!” Joey, Yugi, Tristan, and Tea called out in unison as Ryou entered the cafe. One of the booths had a little bit of festive confetti on the table, and a little banner above it that read ‘Happy Birthday!!’ in a cheery font.

Joey was wearing his uniform, making it clear that Joey had been able to plan this because of his job. And Yugi, standing next to Joey, was smiling. In his hands was a small mini-cake that looked to be chocolate, being decorated with black frosting, white spider-webs, and crimson roses of frosting. Very fitting to Ryou’s interest.

Ryou stood wide-eyed. Ryou knew he should say something. But he couldn’t help but stand there with a goofy smile on his face like an idiot.

“Happy birthday, pal! Congrats, ya made it another year!” Joey said and slung his arm around Ryou. “Mhm! Happy birthday!” Yugi agreed and approached. 

Ryou could only stare for a moment. The very thought– that they went out of their way to go through this for him. They didn’t have to do it. But they did it anyway. “Y-You all…!” Ryou called out as he smiled, tears very obviously in his eyes. “Woah, Ro-Ro, you good?” Joey asked and tilted his head at Ryou’s joyfully tearful reaction. He hadn’t remembered the last one had ever even bothered with a simple ‘happy birthday’ card. They went out of their way to show how much they care.

“Thank you all so much!” Ryou called out, biting his lip to try and bite back tears. It would be rather embarrassing to break out into tears like that. 

“Well, we know you don’t really have many people to be with on your birthday. So we really wanted to make you feel special.” Tristan said, his prior statement referring to Ryou’s lack of family. “Oh, well, yes, that is true. I appreciate the thought.” Ryou replied weakly, keeping something of a genuinely joyful smile. Tristan suddenly realized how he had said it. It could have easily been interpreted as mocking. “Oh shoot! Sorry man, I didn’t mean to– y’know– bring all that up!” Tristan said and shook his hands in a surrendering motion. Tea groaned, “Tristan!” She shouted in a scolding way before hitting Tristan over the head. “Gah!” He called out in pain as the hit landed. “What Tristan meant to say is that you’re our friend and we’re happy to spend your birthday with you.” Tea said.The group went ahead and shared the apple pie and cake, spending the rest of the afternoon together. Joey was still getting ordered around. It was a fun turn of tables for Tea, when the roles had once been opposite, with her doing the waitress job. But all that Ryou could think about was how, for once, he was glad it was his birthday.

Note - Happy Birthday to the silliest guy ever Ryou Bakura!! Sorry I'm 2 days late lol. Also this is my frist Yugioh fic so sorry if it's ooc-

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#5

Came across this. 👀

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#4

So um. Random thoughts.

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#3

*pops head up from vent*

I Don’t Know Him is a vague precursor to the General and the Nowhere King’s relations by showcasing two individuals who are embittered towards one another and have a shared history that they would much rather bury altogether - by extension making Zulius and Splendib a semi-foil to the latter two, as they were able to mend their relationship, while the human and elk’s relations became unsalvageable (though, of course, both cases’ relations are different, with Z and S being bitter exes and the General and Nowhere King being two halves of the same person).

*ducks back down*

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#2

Headcannons: The Collector and Physical Touch

Some things I randomly thought up about what the Collector’s relationship to physical touch might be if they got back their body + possibly a face turn.

Aka: It’s almost 7 in the morning and I’m touch-starved and kinda-sorta projecting that onto an immortal GNC cosmic shadow gremlin who hasn’t been able to touch anything for several centuries (also I wanted to do something wholesome to brace myself for the looming S2 finale).

We already know they’re very physically expressive, and this expands when he’s able to touch things again. Textures fascinate the guy, and they will get the urge to run around touching e v e r y t h i n g, especially when understimulated. Like… if you know Amphibia, think Sprig in Hop ‘Til You Drop. That’s them.

Gentle physical affection just does them innn, especially in regards to being held - though he’s slow to admit this. If you spoon them with some subtle thumb rubs to go along with it, that’s just- *chef kiss*

Skritches. This guy is a giant cat in some ways. Skritch the back of his neck and they will fall into a snuggly trance.

(This one is 100% projecting) If he knows someone, he’ll sometimes greet them with playful head-bonks, usually in the shoulder.

Since they really don’t like being alone, the people around him tend to give him physical affection as a brief, wordless gesture of “I’m still here” which they really appreciate. He can also get really physically clingy at times.

If you give him something really soft and cushiony to hold, like a fleece blanket or a large stuffed animal or a really fluffy pillow, they will like. melt into it with their entire body, trying to absorb as much physical contact as he can. These also help ground them when they need it.

Stress relief? Two more words: bubble wrap. He also likes crushing packing peanuts.

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Been havin’… thoughts.

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 For our last celebratory TENPAM anniversary post, I thought I'd do some character history. As you've seen, Lily's been around the longest, and I got Savvy worked out in math class the year before I started NPAM. Besides Lily's sporadically appearing parents, the first character I came up with for the strip was actually the Grub Guy.

A greasy looking fellow who has the monopoly on all pop-up shops, typically selling Grub but also seen slinging coffee, sweets, squid, stuff, and milkshakes, among other things. Over the years, we've learned that his name is Mike, he has a twin (or perhaps any number of identical siblings all with one-syllable M names), and his mom is the manager of the local grocery store. She looks just like him but with a bit more hair. Though the Grub Guy doesn't show up in the comic too often, I still think his totally blank face and superhuman franchise abilities are hilarious. The Grub guy debuted on July 13, 2013.

Just after Mike the Grub guy, Champ arrives on the scene! Everyone in his family is named after plants (his given name is Basil). When I was designing him, I was trying to go for a breezy, casual beach style. I accidentally completely designed (the yet-unnamed) Tyler, but it wasn't the right look for Champ. I pivoted at the last moment, adding the trademark hat and worn out jeans. You can see it on the far right above. Funnily enough, year later when I went back to figure out Champ's real hair, it looks a lot like those swoopy ones I started out with on the left! Champ debuted on July 23, 2013

Another side character, Bike Shorts Guy, showed up a month later! I think he's really funny in a very bizarre and inexplicable way. His main traits are his good posture and his hobby of hunting wild pastries. He has never been seen on a bike. I don't think he's been featured recently, but he always makes me laugh. Bike Shorts Guy debuted on August 31, 2013

Tyler came next. That early Champ design stayed in my mind, and so our sensitive artist showed up on the scene. He and Savvy became unlikely friends. Imagine, he could've been named Hamlet.

Tyler debuted on September 10, 2013

In eighth and ninth grade I went to school online. Eventually, every school subject had a main representative character, a sport/hobby, and a sidekick. (That's what happens when you spend two years at home and it's just you and your gel pens and workbooks). Zo was my science girl, with a bonus human, Nelly the assistant. Their pet friend was a plain cat named Kitty. Looks familiar…

(The lines under their eyes are safety goggles. My mom thought they were mustaches.)

Though I risked following the formula of every ensemble-cast comic, NPAM got its own fluffy friend, the precocious cat Herriman! He's named for George Herriman, creator of the historically iconic Krazy Kat comic. I fooled around with markings, whiskers, and noses, but ultimately made him very plain, just like Kitty. Herriman debuted January 6, 2014

I tossed out an anti-joke right around the time I was graduating high school. It was intentionally unfunny. I figured it was just a silly one-off sort of thing. I was... very wrong. Early on, I returned to the Slug every Saturday because they were an easy way to whip out that last comic as I drew them in sets of six week to week. To this day, the Slug is definitely my most popular character. The Slug debuted May 29, 2014

I had plenty of characters, so I didn't feel moved to make another until over a year later. I developed Sera Sophia and Dart at the same time, knowing they'd be best buddies, but Sera Sophia snuck into the comic a bit earlier. I wanted her to have that sort of earthy hippy fairy look. (It's pretty common around where I grew up.) Though this was way before I decided to literally make her part fairy! Sera Sophia debuted on July 6, 2015

I posit that Dart was always around the NPAM world, living his merboy life happily unobserved by the NPAM audience. Savvy, who knows all the living creatures on land and sea, has known him for ages. But she's very discreet, and never told any of the humans about him. Dart and Sera Sophia hit it off instantly, as Sera Sophia is very accepting of unusual (magical) phenomena. Dart debuted July 27, 2015

And that's our main cast! Savvy retired in 2020, and other characters have come and gone (anyone remember Kai, the Japanese fish?). This concludes our TENPAM celebration. I'd like to thank all of YOU, readers, for your continued support and kind words. I'm glad that this silly ol' comic can brighten your days. Ever onward we go!

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[darkleysgarden]

A Period of Pain

Written September 12th (Posted November 12th)

Warnings: Not really any

Pairing: Belphegor and Beelzebub

Type: Hurt/Comfort | Fluff

Words: 1370

Summary: Belphegor is trans and is having his period. Beel makes sure his twin is as comfy as possible in the mean time.

Belphie slowly awoke, mind and body still fuzzy. While he was unbelievably comfortable, he rolled over to snuggle into his bed even further.

That's when he felt it.

Down his legs, and soaking his sheet was a thick sticky substance.

He sat up in alarm, immediately regretting it as his head pounded greatly. He grimaced, squeezing his eyes shut, letting the moment of pain pass.

But, it didn't pass. In fact, there was more pain then he first realized. His back was twisted up in all sorts of awful ways, his head still pounded, it felt like he was being stabbed repeatedly down there, and of course his stomach was super bloated. And that's failing to mention the immense naesua that overtook him.

He threw off his covers, staring down at the large puddle of blood that he was laying in.

Tears started to run down his face at the sight. Why him? He had started his period with of course, no warning.

He hugged himself, panicking, not sure what to do.

Luckily, it was dark. He didn't think that his head could handle much light at the moment.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked over at his twins bed, a sob breaking out as he noticed that he wasn't there.

Observing more around him, he noticed from the light under the door that it must be around breakfast.

Belphegor was allowed to sleep in in the morning, much to Beel's dismay, insisting he had the most important meal of the day. Belphie always made it on time, just two minutes before he would be late. And, he got extra sleep, meaning he'd be less likely to cause trouble for those around him. It was a win-win!

But, today, he wished that he hadn't. Then he would've been able to take care of this mess with the help of his twin.

He pushed his blankets off of the bed, grimacing at the sheer amount of blood that soaked his sheet.

He pulled his legs up to his chest, flinching at the disgusting squelching noise it made.

What was he supposed to do? He wasn't a problem solver! And of course he had no idea what to do- he didn't do anything, ever. That's kind of his whole thing!

All of a sudden, another sound became evident against his sobs. The doorknob turned as the door was flung open. Beel ran in, clearly sensing his twins pain.

Belphie grimaced at the light, causing Beel to shut the door quickly, he ran over to the younger's side, "Belphie what's the matter? I could feel your pain," He whispered, careful not to hurt him further.

He whimpered, "Blood...."

"What!? Are you injured!?!?" Belphie flinched at the intensity, "Sorry.... are you injured?"

He didn't have to wait for a response, as a quick scan of the bed and where the blood sat on both it and Belphie, he figured out what was going on very quickly.

Wasting no time, he scooped Belphie up in his arms. It hurt his head a bit, the jostling, but he was grateful for Beelzebub's help, "What pajamas do you want?"

He thought for a moment, deciding only after a long train of thought, "The fluffy cow ones."

Beel nodded, placing him down in the bathroom.

Belphegor turned on the lights, blinking to adjust his eyes. His head hurt like a bitch, the light not helping the growing migraine. He grabbed out a small basket stationed underneath the sink, hidden behind the two wooden doors.

The basket had pass and tampons of varying sizes, his flow was completely unpredictable, so he always needed to be prepared for the small and the large.

The door cracked open, Beel haphazardly sliding in the pair of pajamas he had requested.

Perhaps white wasn't the best color for the occasion, but they were his comfiest pair.

He removed all of his clothing, cleaning off slower than he'd wanted to. His ever present pain as well as his sloth looming over him did not quicken the process in the slightest.

Belphie put on his fresh pair of underwear, fixing the pair with the needed pad. He put in the biggest size of tampon he had, realizing from this morning how heavy the flow would be. He tried his best to ignore the pain of putting it in. The harsh texture of the tampon grazing against his already painful, sensitive flesh creating a dangerous concoction of agony.

He slowly dressed in his fresh pajamas, snuggling into them slightly at the clean soft fabric. Much better then the cold, wet, and sticky feeling from earlier.

He picked up his blood soaked clothes, opening the door and turning out the lights.

Belphie stepped back into their shared room, finding Beel stripping the last of his bedding. He was also now wearing a different set of clothing, the last definitely had gotten soaked with blood, something Belphie now felt bad about.

Upon noticing the younger, Beel walked over with a small smile, guiding him over to his fluffy bed. Sadly, Beel's bed was never very clean, as it was filled with crumbs. But, Belphie was known for making the best of any sleeping spot, or lack ther of, so he cuddled into the soft blankets anyway.

Beel had taken his dirty sheet, blanket, and clothing, as well has his own, moving out of the room to wash them.

Instead of being welcomed into a comfortable sleep, pain overwhelmed his entire body.

He clutched his stomach tightly, breath catching in his throat as tears clumped up in the corner of his eyes.

A painful cramp had exploded over his entire form, capturing him as prisoner to the suffering.

He pressed harder, searching for some semblance of relief, gaining absolutely nothing. If anything, it was getting worse. He sobbed, choking on his own air.

Why was he cursed? He didn't even want this stupid female body, and yet he was stuck with all the downsides. Usually, woman would be fine with having their periods, knowing that they'd be happy to get a baby down the line. But Belphie? He never wanted that. He never wanted to be a girl. But here he was.

He screamed in pain, curling tightly in on himself, pressing his arms against his uterus with as much force as his exhausted body could muster.

Pained noises continued to escape his mouth, hoping that Beel would get back fast.

Tears soaked the pillow underneath him, almost reminding him of the blood from earlier.

Beel was back, rushing in front of him, crouching down to his level, "Belphie, can you hear me?"

Belphegor nodded, "What can I do to help?"

Beel sounded almost frantic as he spoke, Belphie was just glad he was willing to help, "Med...I.. ci..ne.." He shakily raised one arm away from his pained stomach, pointing towards his side table on the other side of the room.

Instantly, Beelzebub grabbed the medicine, pulling out a pill and offering it to the younger. As Belphie took it, Beel looked around for some water, only to notice that Belphie had already dry swallowed it, that desperate for pain relief.

Regardless, Beel got the water. Medicine is more effective if taken with water, after all.

Belphie hurriedly chugged down his water, curling back in on himself afterwards, anxiously awaiting the relief.

In the mean time, Beel lifted the covers and laid next to him, much to Belphie's confusion, "Don't you have school?"

Beelzebub shook his head, "I explained the situation to Lucifer. He said we could take the day off."

That made Belphie happy. Glad that Lucifer at least had a teensy tiny little small bit of kindness in his heart. Though, he did flush, wondering what exactly Beel had told the oldest about him.

Happily, Belphie turned over to cuddle in Beel's arms. He tucked his head underneath his twins chin, closing his eyes, trying to fall asleep even with the pain.

He let out a small sigh, finally content despite his exhausting morning and current pain.

Only then did he realize his mistake of drinking a ton of water on his period, "Um... Beel, can you move. I need to pee-"

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Betrayal

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader, Some Avengers & Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 8.1K (I’M NOT SORRY)

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, nyctophobia (Fear of the dark), Claustrophobia (fear of small spaces), Angsty writing. Captain America: Civil War rewrite

Author’s Note: Do you guys know how long I’ve been working on this fic and I’ve had so many problems with it? I almost deleted it like ten million times of the course of several months. But I finally finished it and I hope that it is something that you guys enjoy (or not cause its angsty). 

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122 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

#4

17!elijah/reader - make me cry babe I know u can

Unwilling Sacrifice

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2366

Warnings: Character Death, Sibling fights, small mentions of blood, betrayal

Author’s Note: I feel like I could have made this worse. It's still angst, but it still works. So hopefully you guys enjoy the hurt that comes with this one.

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137 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#3

Change of Fate

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Jackson Kenner x Reader, Klaus Mikaelson x Platonic!Reader, Mentions of Elijah Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall

Request:  I have a request if you're up for it, and considering it's me you probably won't be surprised. Can I get a Jackson story where the reader is a tribrid who was turned by Klaus back in Mystic Falls (was a wolf/witch and Klaus turned her but she kept her powers) Klaus and the reader became really close friends (no sire bond) and he trusts her so when he finds out about the baby he calls her to come to NOLA to help so she comes. She meets Jackson and love and fluff ensue. Plus anything else you add❤ - @mrs-maximoff-kenner

Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: A bit of angst, but I swear it has a bit of fluff towards the end. 

Author’s Note: Morgan I want to apologize that this has taken sooo long to write and post for you. And I know this isn’t as fluffy as you were probably hoping for, but I do hope it is to your liking. Happy reading

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152 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

#2

H my god can I please request “9. You knew? You knew and you did nothing to help?” With Elijah? I need to feel something and I think your writing + this will do the heartbreaking trick :-)

Broken

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Readers

Word Count: 1684

Warnings: Mentions and description of torture, blood and gore, canon typical violence, betrayal and angst.

Author’s Note: I did a thing. I don't know if I fully like the thing, but I did. You'll see what I mean. But it does work 😅 Also, the gif I made. It's shitty but I did it ❤️

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191 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

*chants* Bucky, Bucky, Bucky

18. Just pretend we’re okay, just for tonight, just for show. I’ll be gone by sunrise.

(Pretty please)

Compromised

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 5873

Warnings: Betrayal, weapon usage/violence, angst galore. Canon timeline doesn't exist to make this fic work.

Author’s Note: Okay, hear me out before this one gets started. I'm sorry (That's a lie) for whatever pain comes from this one. But I also couldn't help myself and added a second prompt because it JUST FIT PERFECTLY and I couldn't help myself. I added prompt 10. You started this. The least you can do is finish ripping my heart out by telling the damn truth. The beginning of this fic is a bit misleading. Do not jump to conclusions! Also, I want to say that I'm still getting used to writing for Bucky, so any constructive critiques are welcome. Please note that Make it Angsty Requests are now closed. I'm posting them after the fact cause I fail at posting things in a timely manner. The divider is by the lovely @firefly-graphics ♥

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195 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

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[chishiyas-wig]

How did you het into fic writing? What inspires you to write? what is your favorite type of fic? (fluff,angst etc.) What's your favorite fic that you've read?

finally, someone asked about my writing! also heres my ao3 account if anyone wants to read my fics

How did I get into writing?

it was the normal story of "ooh i love fics but the kind of fic i wanna read doesn't exist so hey i'll just write my own fic! how hard can it be lol"

My Writing Life

well, i wrote my first fic last year january since there were fics i was looking for but could not find

i got a fanfiction.net account was super nervous because i had no idea how to write or how the site worked

i wrote a chapter of a fic (the ENTIRE fic was cringy and visibly written by someone who had very less experience in writing) and published it, hoping maybe peeps would like my fic

once i wrote that one chapter, i began writing chapters for other stories

so basically, in february (2021) i had 5 fics that i was writing all at once

which was clearly a mistake since i couldn't even finish those fics! i only finished writing one fic and left all the other fics

by the time it was june (2021) i had given up all interest in writing since i became way too busy with other things, i learned just how hard writing was

i decided i would just stick to reading for a while

i wrote my first toh fic in september (2021) and published it on AO3 after having basically given up on fanfiction.net (once i got an ao3 account in june (2021) fanfiction.net just seemed to get kinda old)

i didn't really write much until i started writing a toh x amphibia fic (Nerds With Birds) this march

in april, i started missing writing and decided to write more fics after a lil sudden boost of motivation

from there on i just started writing a lot more

(random but i have written over 55k+ words in a year (which is honestly pretty less))

i have written about 20 fics i think? im pretty sure i've written more, just haven't published them yet

What inspires me to write?

reading other's fics inspire me a lot! that, and looking at random stuff (i can look at a feather and be like "oh, that gives me and idea for a fic")

What's my favourite type of fic? (fic genre)

it honestly depends on my mood lol

if i'm feeling sad, i'll either go for a fluffy fic (to make to me feel better) or an angsty fic (in hopes of finding a fic where the character has similar issues like me)

but if i had to choose, my favourite type of fic genre would be comedy/humor

some of you (aka my ancient followers who have been following me since last year march) know how much i love comedy

like, if i write anything, i will add a lil humor to it

it's the only genre i'm good at writing

shitty comedy 

What’s my favourite fic I’ve read?

ooh how do i choose

i don’t think i really have a fav fic

(random fact; i have read AT LEAST 2k fics)

anyways, thanks for sending this ask! really liked answering this

#ask #asks #uriahcantdraw #vick's writing life #vick's random stuff #random #fics #fanfiction #ty for the ask #<3

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oh yeah her hair’s a fluffy cloud round her head and i love it! it really suits her as well

how did you get into writing if you don’t mind me asking? absolutely love your writing <3

im excited for all things festive now omg :))

Yes yes yes x prettiest hair

I was always good at essays and stuff but never really thought about writing creatively until I started reading fan fiction around august/September last year. In December I tried writing my own big boy fanfic and got like 10 chapters done but never thought about posting it, but then in like mid Jan I wrote a Remus lupin fic on a whim and thought, feck it, let’s post it. Then around March I properly started taking requests and it became something I do everyday! Thank you so much for reading! I’m glad you enjoy them x

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Love Within a Forlorn World: Falling in Love

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of depression. Other than that, just fluffy fluff.

Word Count: 3,142

Chapter Summary: A reflection of all the ups & downs over the past 7 months of living together as your new relationship settles in naturally.

A/N: Quite a bit is covered in this chapter, I also changed the first meeting from early September to early June because I realized that the way I was progressing the story wasn’t matching the timeline in my head 😬 (I prefer couples having longer times together before things advance but that’s the nice thing about fiction, we can embellish lol) so hopefully things aren’t too confusing. & I hope this chapter holds up to the rest because I had some writers block from being stressed this week lol.

And as usual, if you want some music to go along, during the first part listen to “Hate To See Your Heartbreak” by Paramore & “Better With You” by This Wild Life. Enjoy 😉

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You & Wanda slipped into this new chapter so naturally, like it should’ve been this way the whole time.

In the same way you made making Wanda her coffee every morning a routine, now waking up every morning to her face becomes routine. & every time she brushes strands of your hair behind your ear so she can get a clearer look at you. & in return you press a kiss to her forehead. Both of you with dreamy lingering smiles just dissolving in the delicate moment.

Reluctant to let go of the rose colored world you built within those sheets, you still somehow painstakingly force yourselves out of bed every day. Leaving you no choice but to face the reality that dwells outside of Wanda’s arms.

But that’s the thing about Wanda. She somehow makes this catastrophic world seem bearable. & the new phase you find yourselves in is a harmonious thrill, muffling the outside world with the beautiful blend of chords that send shivers down your spine.

Wanda is there, always there, for all the good & all the bad. A comforting ostinato, steadying you. Mixed within are the most alluring melodies dressed as surprise kisses & subtle ways of expressing love without actually uttering the words. The comfort of her company soothes you out of any anxiety.

Although the daily schedule doesn’t change much, every ordinary activity becomes that much more electrifying now that she was yours. Your typical movie nights now consist of one of you playing with the others hand, cuddled up close, & the occasional make out session when one of you just couldn’t focus on the screen long enough to care about what it was showing.

As the weeks go by you got to see the walls Wanda put up drop away one by one like flower petals. Each one floats away to let you see her clearer & with every new view you became more infatuated. Learning her was your greatest prize. Even the ugly parts.

Like when she’d become so clouded by her own frustration or the two of you would disagree on something & get short with each other.

When the weight of the world & the absence of everyone & everything she’s lost got too heavy. Or when the guilt of abandoning her place with the Avengers would wash over her & she’d feel like it was her responsibility to do something to save the world. A level of pressure she had no business placing on herself & you’d just have to witness her eyes get darker as they closed.

So dark at times that she would barely eat. On a few occasions you’d find yourself knelt down in front of her as she sits on the bed, her legs over the edge & her head slumped down, finding it hard to get out of bed. With one of your hands on her thigh & the other caressing her cheek, you’d reassure her that she is not to blame for her losses. That she’s a good person. That yes, it’s gonna hurt but she’s alive & that’s enough.

You tell her she’s strong enough to get through everything because you’ve seen it. You’d lean forward, placing a chaste kiss on her lips, then press your forehead against hers & whisper “you’ve got me & I’m not going anywhere.” Hoping she feels at least a fraction of the devotion you feel for her, a fraction of the devotion she’s given you whenever you were at your lowest points.

But you weren’t perfect either. Your world exists primarily within the square footage of this home & the surrounding landscape because any venture into the decaying city streets was literally taking your life in your hands. The burden lays heavy & it gets to you, even after almost 5 years of it, it doesn’t get easier.

You weren’t Wanda, you had no powers, no training, no idea of what these things were capable of. The fear that you wouldn’t survive if you were faced with the enemy tears you up inside. That terrifying thought looms in the back of your mind constantly & as a result, sometimes you get irritable & take it out on the one you care about most.

Yet even the fights, even the hardships, it just means the bond is strengthening. It means you’re seeing new parts of each other but still never seeing it as a reason to leave. No matter how tense things got, Wanda still told you her mantra that she’ll hold you through it all. & you always made sure she felt worthy of being here. Neither of you were too proud to not apologize when you were wrong or to communicate rather than stew in private. You still fell asleep every night to “goodnight detka”’s & woke up every morning to “good morning sweetheart”’s.

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Now, it was late afternoon & you were in the bathroom fresh out of the shower. The aged house didn’t have the best ventilation which caused steam from your hot shower to fill the room in a hazy glow & misting the mirror into a foggy blur.

After throwing on a tank top & your sweatpants, you opened the already cracked door a little more to let the steam out faster before reaching forward & wiping at the mirror to make yourself come into focus. Grabbing for your comb you start running it through your damp hair in careful sweeps.

Wanda was on her way upstairs to get something from her room when she sees you through the doorway. An enchanting scene. She smiles to herself then sneaks up to the bathroom door, finding her previous task irrelevant now & knocks three gentle knocks with just the knuckle of her index finger.

Instinctively, you open the door for her & give her a welcoming smile.

“Hi beautiful” Wanda says with her body leaned up against the doorframe, taking you in. Her eyes graze over you in admiration which causes you to blush. “Hi” is all you can muster under her adoring gaze. A few seconds pass before you collect yourself, mustering a peaceful “come in”.

Wanda thrusts herself off the doorframe & walks toward you. Silently placing her hand on the side of your waist, then proceeding to slip her arms around it & position herself behind you in a hugging embrace. Dropping her chin onto your shoulder, she looks at you through the reflection.

“You are so pretty.”

She said it so straightforwardly yet it was laced with a sense of awe, like it was just the most obvious thing in the world but she was still just as stricken by your beauty as she was the first time she laid eyes on you.

Then she places a sweet kiss to the skin where her chin just was.

Melting at her cuteness you twist your body slightly to face her, her arms never letting go. Placing your hand on her cheek you kiss her in thanks. It was so nice to feel adored.

Returning back to your previous position you continue, “but I’m nothing compared to you.”

Wanda just shakes her head in disagreement.

Throughout the time you’ve known Wanda it become increasingly clear that she doesn’t view herself as the amazing, gorgeous, thoughtful ... the list goes on, person that she is. Lost in all her insecurities she can’t see the wonder in herself that you see. You’ll do anything to make her see it, to make her feel it.

“I’m enthralled by you.” You keep going, trying to make her blush like she always does to you. “Completely bewitched by the Scarlet Witch!”

That gets a chuckle out of her & you smile at the victory. Becoming more serious, you rest your head on hers, still looking at yourselves in the mirror & say “I mean it.”

Wanda just kisses your cheek, let’s it last a few seconds. Then kisses it again. Then kisses it again, speeding up the kisses as she transitions from appreciative to playful. You grin at her childish antics, starting to giggle along with her. Her kisses start to pepper all around the side of your face, your temple, nibbling at your earlobe, pecking behind your ear & you feel the butterflies in your stomach multiply with every one.

Leaning forward to reach for your phone that was on the vanity, Wanda remains attached. You slide the screen over so the camera can come up, suddenly thinking back to your box of photos. All the people you loved preserved inside. You didn’t have hardly enough photos of Wanda.

Too consumed by her own nonsense, Wanda doesn’t notice you taking the photo of the two of you in the mirrors reflection. Allowing it to remain perfectly candid. Capturing a precious moment in time.

You caught her off guard when you beat her to the punch & stole a kiss from her lips as they were headed for your temple.

You took another photo.

“Look in the mirror” you whisper to her. She does what you ask, only then becoming aware of your camera. Smiling at the thoughtfulness, Wanda hugs you tighter & gives the camera the cutest smile.

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Shortly after, Wanda retreats back downstairs to let you finish up.

Once you’re done you walk down the steps expecting to see Wanda within view but are met with an empty living room & kitchen. Eager to find out where she was you called out for her.

“Wanda?”

“I’m back here!” Following the sound of her voice, you end up in the back storage room where you keep all your non-perishable food, survival gear & whatever else was left from the previous owners.

“Miss me already?” She jokes while keeping her eyes on the shelves, evaluating the supplies. You giggle, “obviously.” In response she sends you a quick close lipped smile & you patter into the somewhat confined space.

You sit yourself down on a storage bin, content in the quiet that found it’s way back into the room. Nothing but the sound of items shuffling whenever Wanda moved them. Happy to just watch her focus.

“We’re gonna have to go into town soon.” She says breaking the silence as she writes a list on a small notepad. “We need more food & some supplies to get us through the winter.”

You hated the thought of going back out there even though you knew it was necessary. You & Wanda had only gone back into town a couple times since that day she found you in a panic. Luckily never having an issue. “In & out, right?” you ask, needing her certainty to appease you. “As always.” She says sweetly.

That was good enough for now.

The silence briefly blankets the room again until your eyes scan across a box labeled X-mas Decorations. You get up, walking over to the box, crouch down & pull it out.

“Babe, look!” You turn the label her way when she looks over at you. “More archaic shit!” flashing her an excited smile. Wanda laughs at your choice of words.

“Christmas is in a few days, we should decorate.” You add. Opening the cardboard box your nose scrunches at the mildew smell.

“That’d be nice” Wanda answers simply.

All her time here & she never noticed that box. Although, the idea of dressing the house in vibrant colors & cheerful decorations about happy days & cherishing your family didn’t seem right to Wanda anyway considering.

But now, with you, it seemed okay. Like it was less about the guilt that would come from enjoying herself when the ones she loved are gone & more about enjoying the life she still has with the one she lo- ... cares deeply for. Painfully aware that these moments aren’t promised so she should enjoy them while she has them.

“Wait” you spoke, a sudden awareness struck you as you thought about Wanda’s Sokovian heritage. “Do you celebrate Christmas?”

Wanda found your perceptiveness thoughtful. “I’m Jewish but we kind of celebrated Christmas too. It was just more of a secular celebration for us, probably like most people.” Wrapping up her task, she continues. “We celebrated what comes with the Christmas spirit just not the religious part.”

Realizing how that sounded she lets out a little burst of air from her nose, giggling, & clarifies, “I know the whole reason Christmas is even a thing is because of Christianity but you know what I mean” you nodded your head, smiling & she continued. “Anyway, it doesn’t really matter because after my parents died, Pietro & I lost connection with religion all together. You tend to lose faith when something like that happens to you & ever since then I just went about the holidays mindlessly.”

You look at her with sympathetic eyes. It wasn’t fair. Such a beautiful, wholesome person shouldn’t have to bare the horror that she has. “I’m sorry” comes out of your mouth so tenderly. You know no words can repair that kind of damage but the look you both shared just then says more than anything you could’ve spoken.

Walking over to you she tilts her head & smiles for you. “All I know is something brought us together & that’s worth celebrating.” She pecks your cheek but before she can fully pull away you reach up to the side of her face & bring her head to you, making her stay for a few more seconds, cheek against cheek. As much as she didn’t want to linger on the subject, you wanted her to know that you truly cared. Allowing that physical act of affection express that to her.

You let go, the two of you sharing one final look on the topic. Wanda appreciated your sentiment.

One her eyes peeled away from you & down to the box, she notices another box out of the corner of her eye. Dropping down to it, she draws it out from under the last shelf & picks it up, grinning at you. Your smile grows & she nods her head towards the door, signaling you to follow her out. You picked up your box & trailed behind her to the living room.

You set the boxes on the floor, both of you kneeled down on opposite sides of your box & dug through it. Inside were two sets of colored lights, each coiled up for easy unraveling, & as expected, an assortment of vintage decorations. Some were cute, others were .... clearly from the era of good design recession.

Even though the lights looked like regular modern string lights, you expected them to not work seeing as they were unused for at least 5 years. But you plugged them in anyway, taken aback when their glow illuminated the night time atmosphere.

You & Wanda both looked at each other in surprise. “How in the fuck do these still work.” You laughed in disbelief. “Must be a Christmas miracle” Wanda laughs along.

The next couple hours are spent finding places to put the artifacts. Wanting to completely envelop yourselves in the Christmas spirit, you found a vinyl in that trustee stack that was filled with classic Christmas hits from a variety of artists.

While Wanda places some tacky Rudolf/Snowman mix sculpture on the end table, you stood on the other side of the room placing the record on the turntable. “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” crackles through & you start dancing idiotically towards Wanda. Making sure to accentuate the beat. The most adorable laugh escapes Wanda’s lips as she watches you.

Slowly you move towards her, reaching for her, you take both of her hands, interlocking your fingers & start pulling them back & forth mid air on beat with the snare hit. Singing along to the song in a dramatic way, humorously trying to mimic Brenda Lee’s voice.

Wanda can barely keep it together, her grin is so big her cheeks are starting to hurt. As the two of you move around the living room she bumps into the lights strewn across the floor. Looking down, she reaches for them & picks them up.

While you continue with your shenanigans, Wanda unlatched one hand from yours & repositions the other to life it in the air, allowing you to spin around under it. As you spin, she carefully wraps the Christmas lights around you as the saxophone solo swings through the speakers.

Completely immersed in the joyfulness of the moment, Wanda’s hit with a wave of serenity. In that moment she knew.

She loves you.

Not in the way she’s “loved you” this whole time. Not in the way people throw it around because they think they should in dark times. She was truly in love with you.

She hadn’t felt alive in years. & then suddenly, one summer evening you appeared & the rest was history. She relearned what it was like to feel cared for & to care for in return. No one got to her like you.

“I love you.” Drips out of Wanda’s mouth in the most gentle way possible, finally letting out what she knew for months. What she probably knew even from that moment at the kitchen table back when she invited you in & she got her first good look at you.

The music had slid into the sultry voice of Frank Sinatra singing “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” when you heard her words.

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession. Everything from the last 7 months flips through your mind like photographs.

The first night when Wanda graciously let you in. The playful moments like the other day when you both bundled up & went out in the snow because Wanda wanted to show you this spot in the woods.

It was a kept away sanctuary where a beautiful stream slithered around trees trunks. It’s water ran off rocks in a meditative flow, then proceeded on down through the second level. Icicles adorned the sides of the mini waterfall like jewelry & for a moment you felt like you did before the world turned apocalyptic.

All the laughs, the tears, the the warm embraces & the passionate nights where you were both so intoxicated by the feeling of each other.

You knew you loved her too. Hidden deep down you knew since that night she slow danced with you in this exact spot. Because it wasn’t just the last month of you two being a couple, it was 7 months of bonding through everything within close quarters.

No matter what this god forsaken world inflicted on you two, it was you & her, together.

Your face slowly melts into a loving smile, & you respond, “I love you” before wrapping your arms around her neck & pulling her in for a kiss.

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Chapter 5: Emergency Alert

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[cookiescraze]

Sinner - Chapter 1

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff, SFW, Jungkook-centric, Fantasy AU, School AU, Richboy!Jungkook

Intro, Ch1, Ch2, Ch3 (To be continued)

Light peaked through the light beige velvet curtains, illuminating the large room where a young man of 18 slept peacefully under the luxurious, white, fluffy duvet. His brunette hair was tousled flatteringly in his sleep, a soft pout forming as he breathed in deep sleep. His Derek Rose silk pajama set that was worth $3,400, was scrunched up, exposing a sliver of his torso.

"Young Master?" A muffled voice called out from behind the enormous mahogany door.

The polite voice dissipated into nothing in the vast bedroom space, not even nudging the sleeping boy in the slightest. A knock was heard before the door was slightly opened by an intimidated man in his fifties. The man was dressed in his white uniform, indicating that he was the butler of the house.

"Young Master?" He called out once again, a slight tremor in his voice in fear of angering the sleeping boy.

At the slight disturbance, the boy whined softly before turning to face plant in his soft pillows in an attempt to block out the blinding light and other disturbances.

Taking small, hesitant steps, the butler reluctantly called out once again. "Young Master?"

At this, the sleeping boy groaned angrily as he slowly pried his eyes open, a distinct frown plastered on his face as he threw daggers at the poor man in front of him.

"What?" He snapped at the terrorised man, who feared to even look at the boy.

"It is time to go to school…" His voice visibly trembled in fear of the master.

"So? I'm not going today." He mumbles, ready to go back to sleep.

"The thing is… your parents are here today." He dropped the bomb.

There was utter silence in the room as the young boy registered the butler's words.

"WHAT?!!" The boy sprung up on his bed, eyes wide open in horror. "Why didn't you tell me before?!" The man tyrannised the butler as he scrambled off the bed in hurry, cursing as his eyes laid on the time, before rushing off into the bathroom.

The butler softly snickered at his behaviour, finding it adorable, a pleasant contrast to his stone-cold behaviour.

***

"I'm sorry… Guardian Angel?" Y/n clarified in disbelief, as she raised an eyebrow at her situation, glaring profusely at her sister.

"His name is Jeon Jungkook, aged 18, born to the parents of Jeon Hyuk and Kim Somin on 1st September 2002." The white angel recited off in a monotonous tone.

"Huh? But I-" She was brutally ignored by the angel.

"Studying in Yongsan School of Seoul, in his final year." As the angel came to a stop, Y/n was utterly confused.

"But what do I have to do?" The angel look up with a stoic expression, his eyes burning gold as he stared directly at you.

"Lies and torture will arise and lead astray. He shall not sway for you to repay." He decreed.

***

He swung his bag on his shoulder before heading downstairs, preparing himself for the encounter with his parents. As he begrudgingly trudged down the marble stairs, the silhouettes of his parents came into his vision. However, the presence of a third individual caused him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion as he tried to decipher who was visiting. At the sound of his footsteps, the voices became more hushed as they spotted him coming down in his uniform.

"Jungkook, good morning." His mother greeted him emotionlessly.

"Morning." He mumbled in response, before bowing slightly at the visitor who was wearing a branded grey suit with documents spread all over the glass table.

Jungkook merely reaches out for an apple on the dining table before walking towards the entrance, not wanting to stay with his parents any longer. However, as he reached for the solid bronze door handle, he was abruptly halted.

"Jungkook," His dad sternly called out. "Don't think you're off the hook. I heard from your teachers."

Jungkook merely rolled his eyes in annoyance before opening the door and walking off, not bothering to continue the conversation. He could hear his father's grumbles of exasperation, but he could only storm off.

"After meeting for the first time in 4 months, that's the only thing he could talk about?!" Jungkook questioned in disbelief before walking towards his black Bentley, where a driver stood with the door open for him.

***

"Oof! This school is expensive!" Y/n muttered to herself as she ogled at the school as she walked through the corridors that were filled with students wearing high-quality uniforms while carrying books and laptops in their hands.

Her eyes skimmed through the students, desperately trying to spot Jeon Jungkook in the corridor. As her vision fell on a tall young man by his locker, a wide smile erupted on her face as she quickly made her way to the individual, stopping just before him, to greet him joyfully.

"Hello!" Y/n waved excitedly.

Jungkook merely looked beside the locker to see a young girl of 16 or 17 that was way too energetic for the morning. He raised an eyebrow when he realised that in the place of the school uniform, she was wearing plain, worn-out jeans and a white blouse with puffed-up shoulders. Maybe a new student?

"Hello?" He reluctantly greeted back, a frown climbing onto his face at the disturbance as he slammed the locker close, turning towards the young girl.

"My name is Y/n." She held out a hand for a handshake, which he very hesitantly took.

Her cold hands were contrasting greatly to his warmth, almost sending a shiver down his spine.

"Jungkook!" A voice startled the duo as Jungkook turned his head towards the source of the voice, only to see a blonde-haired boy rushing towards him with a bright smile.

However, the world came crashing down when he saw the blonde-headed boy lean on the locker harshly… where the girl was standing. Jungkook widened his eyes in horror as he saw the young girl dissipate into thin air before reforming again beside the blonde-haired boy with an annoyed frown.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" He screamed out in horror, skin as pale as snow, his loud voice echoing through the corridors.

***

"Mr. Jeon, pleasant to see you in the morning itself. What did you do again?" The Headmistress greeted sarcastically, before looking at the middle-aged teacher that was fuming.

"This student screamed out loud in the middle of the corridor, disturbing everyone!"

"Ahh… what's your excuse this time?" The headmistress, not even surprised, questioned Jungkook, already used to his annoying antics.

"I was just too shocked by your beauty." He smoothly replied, earning an eye roll of the headmistress.

"Jungkook…" She intimidating warned him.

"I just saw a bee." He nonchalantly replied, causing the teacher to almost explode from anger.

"Do this once again, and you'll get a detention." The headmistress merely replied.

"T-that's it?! He disturbed a very important internal exam for my students!" The teacher exclaimed, baffled as to why he didn't get any punishment.

"It is a very common reaction to a bee. This will act as a warning for him to prevent such disturbing actions in the future." The headmistress declared before turning back to her computer.

"Ugh!" The teacher groaned in annoyance before stomping out of the office, forcing a concealed chuckle out of Jungkook.

"See you later!" Jungkook waved goodbye to the headmistress before exiting the room as well.

"I hope not." The headmistress merely replied.

Jungkook smirked at his smooth skills as he headed out of the office, only to be startled at the presence of the same young girl leaning against the wall.

"Ahhh! You're the ghost!" He exclaimed in fear.

As the young girl took a step closer, he stepped back in horror and alarm, before he took off running in the opposite direction, making Y/n roll her eyes at the extra exercise the boy was making her do. Poor Jungkook was scarred for his life, running as fast as he could through the corridors. Y/n merely groaned and she ran behind the young boy.

"Jungkook! I won't do anything to you!"

"H-how do you know my name?!" Jungkook questioned in fear and terror, picking up his speed even more.

His black school shoes thudded against the tiled floor of the school corridor that was rather empty due to the ongoing classes.

Y/n simply teleported in front of Jungkook who widened his eyes comically before fainting in fright.

***

He groaned softly as he slowly fluttered his eyes open, the white light blinding him immediately.

"Jungkook! You're awake!" A deep voice exclaimed in delight.

"Taehyung?" His voice was rough and deep as his unfocused eyes settled on the figure that sat beside him, who was undoubtedly Taehyung. "Where am I?"

"You're just in the school's infirmary. I was just ditching my classes when I saw you running through the halls like a mad man before suddenly fainting. What on Earth happened?!"

"What? Didn't you see the girl chasing me?" He groaned as he pried his eyes open, his vision becoming slightly clearer.

"Dude, what are you talking about? No one was chasing you." Taehyung nonchalantly brushed off Jungkook's comment.

As Jungkook's vision finally focused, he gasped audibly at the presence of the young girl that was looking at him with worry. At this, Y/n merely smiled before bringing a finger to her mouth, indicating him to keep her presence a secret. Jungkook, with an alarmed expression, visibly gulped in fear.

"You're acting all strange, I'll get you some water from outside." Jungkook whimpered when Taehyung stood up from his seat as he went outside, leaving the duo all alone.

"W-what do you w-want from me?" He timidly questioned, scared for his life. Truth be told, he was on the verge of crying and pissing his pants.

"I'm not here to hurt you…" Y/n spoke with a smile, glad to finally converse with him.

"I'm your... Guardian Angel."

Intro, Ch1, Ch2, Ch3 (To be continued)

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