#Words by Janessa

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 1 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley is a student at UVA when he falls for the most unexpected girl. But she's the one who can see past his scars and the doors he keeps closed.

Warnings: Angst, swears, mention of sex

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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Bradley tried to roll over in his bed, but he felt the weight of someone draped across him as he tried to remember how much he drank last night. Probably half a case of beer. He had no idea if he had taken Phoebe or someone else to bed. 

He opened one eye against the bright sunlight and pushed the tall blonde off of him. "Phoebe. Wake up." 

She groaned in response, but her naked body rolled off of his enough that he was able to stand up. He pulled on his underwear and wandered out into the hallway in the direction of music blaring from the front bedroom. 

"Turn it the fuck down!" he yelled as he made his way to the disgusting bathroom he shared with Tyson. He really needed to take some time to clean this place up, but he never let Phoebe stay long after she woke up, and none of the other girls ever complained much. 

Bradley splashed some water on his face, looked in the mirror and grimaced. He ran his fingers along the scars smattering his face and neck. The raised, pink flesh was supposedly going to fade over time, but he wasn't so sure he believed the doctors. It all looked virtually the same now in January as it had in July when the incident happened. 

Regardless, he fucking hated looking in the mirror now. He used the toilet and washed his hands without another glance at himself. 

When he made it back to his room, after a quick detour to turn down the stereo, he found Phoebe was up and out of bed. 

She yawned a few times before she pulled on her shirt and then shimmied into her tiny thong. Bradley knew her body like the back of his hand. They'd been fucking since they were freshmen. Now they were both seniors at the University of Virginia, and they were still regularly fucking. He sometimes even called her when he was lonely. She was the closest thing to a girlfriend he had ever had.

"Where the hell are my jeans?" she asked, looking around his room. He picked them up from the foot of his bed and handed them to her. She mumbled something at him and pulled them on. "Are we partying again tonight?" she asked, kissing his scarred cheek as she reached for her phone. 

Bradley had apparently enjoyed more than her company last night, if the condom wrapper next to the bed had anything to say for itself. But he knew Saturday night at his fraternity house would offer him some more variety. "Not sure yet," he told her as she headed for his bedroom door. "I'll call you later."

Phoebe waved goodbye and left the door open, and he dropped back onto his bed. He had a good view of the exterior of his white bedroom door, which was covered in multicolored sharpie. It was a collection of girls' names and phone numbers, little love notes, and the occasional cluster of hearts. But right in the middle in bold, black writing was where Phoebe had written her name. As if she had the right of first refusal on his dick. 

Bradley's phone was just as bad. His contact list was a collection of first names and phone numbers of girls he could barely remember meeting. And it's not that he wasn't picky, but he just really liked girls. And they all seemed to really like him back. Last weekend he got a blowjob from Janessa and he still ended up with Phoebe in his bed for the night. Being with her was just easy for him. It didn't take any work. When one of them wanted it, the other was there. But the minute he felt like putting in a little effort, he could have pretty much whomever he liked. 

So he'd just keep his options open for the evening, feeling like maybe he'd meet someone brand new. 

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You were finally able to admit to yourself that you had a small crush on Jeff. He was obviously cute, and he was studying your major and always made Dean's list. He was friendly and funny, and he never picked on you for hanging out in the library so much. You'd started hoping he would ask you out. 

But he was in a fraternity. Major turn off. He invited you to the frat house every weekend, and after weeks of turning him down, you finally agreed to meet him there on Saturday night. His face had lit up with an adorable smile, and he already claimed you as a beer pong partner. But you knew the place would be swarming with girls, ones who were prettier than you, and more outgoing with bigger boobs. 

Maybe if he was still paying attention to you when there was a parade of other girls present, you should just ask him out yourself. After studying in the library all day, you packed up your books and headed home to get changed. 

Janessa was there, fresh out of the shower and putting makeup on in the kitchen where the light was good. "Are you going to the Beta Gamma house tonight?" you asked her, setting your bag down in the tiny living room of your shared apartment. 

"Yes," she replied, swiping on some mascara. "Got my eye on a few of those Beta boys."

You froze and asked, "Which ones?"

She just laughed. "Don't worry, not your buddy Jeff. He's too skinny and blond. I like 'em tall, dark and handsome."

You let out a sigh of relief. No way you could compete with Janessa for Jeff's attention. No way you could compete with her for any guy's attention. Janessa was what every guy would consider hot. She was simply just the definition of the word. 

You, on the other hand, were lucky to get called cute. If someone noticed you, it was probably because there was no better option around. But that was fine with you, because when guys ended up with a crush on you, it was because they actually liked you. 

"I might ask Jeff out after tonight," you told your roommate, who squealed and started doing your makeup as well. 

"You should! Want me to ask one of the other guys if he's interested in you? He's pretty tight with Tyson and Bradley. Maybe we could have a double date!"

"I mean... I guess if it comes up in conversation?" you replied. "But don't embarrass me, please! I'm awkward enough already."

"Hush, you are not awkward. You are adorable. Now stop moving so I can do your eyes." 

And this is how you ended up arriving at the packed Beta house where the music was blaring and there were six kegs lined up. Janessa led you inside, and you immediately caught sight of Jeff, hanging out with some of the other guys and drinking from a red solo cup.

"Hey!" he called out to you. "You made it! I'll get you a beer." Jeff made his way over to you, all smiles. You expected to feel that little jolt go through your system when he touched your arm, but you were so distracted, you barely noticed him. 

Because Janessa was sidling up between two guys, and the one she had just wrapped her arms around was looking right at you. He was tall with wavy brown hair, and he looked like the kind of guy who would be more than happy to get you into a little trouble. 

"You coming?" Jeff asked, reaching for your hand.

"Mmm, oh, yeah. Sorry." It took you a second to realize you were holding hands with him. It honestly didn't feel as special as you thought it would. You wanted to know more about the guy Janessa was with, but you remembered her words from earlier. He must be one of the guys she was interested in. 

Well, fuck. 

So you focused on Jeff instead. You listened to him ramble about some of your professors, and you got in line for the kegs.

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For a split second, Bradley was tempted to flirt with Janessa again. But then he remembered the terrible blowjob she gave him, and decided he'd rather just find Phoebe later. But then he saw who Janessa walked in with, and he thought maybe there was a third option. You were so cute.

But Jeff walked over to you, acting like you and he were a done deal, and Bradley realized you must have been the girl Jeff knew from class, the one he never stopped talking about. 

"Bradley!" Janessa purred as she flung her arms around him. Her outfit was basically nonexistent, and everywhere he tried to put his hands, he seemed to be touching her skin. 

"What's up, Janessa?" he mumbled. 

But you were looking at him. You made solid eye contact and licked your lips before you wandered off, holding hands with Jeff.

"Hey, who is that girl you come here with?" Bradley asked Janessa, keeping his eyes on you until you rounded the corner and vanished from sight. 

"Oh, that's my roommate, Y/N," she replied, kissing his neck. Bradley pulled away from her. He didn't like when anyone touched his scars. Not even Phoebe. "She's super into Jeff. Has he talked about her at all?"

Of course Jeff had talked about you. According to him, you were smart and funny, and now Bradley knew for a fact that you were also pretty hot. But he decided to lie. "Nope. Not that I know of."

Bradley finished his beer and tossed the cup in the trash, heading off in the direction you went with Jeff. Of course Janessa was immediately on Tyson's crotch, but Bradley really didn't give a shit. He finally caught up to you and Jeff outside near the kegs. Jeff was talking nonstop as he pumped the keg of shitty beer and handed you a cup. 

"Come on man, get her a good beer from the fridge inside," Bradley interjected, just as you were about to take a sip. "This stuff is shit." 

You turned to look at him, lowering the red cup from your pouty lips and raising an eyebrow. "Maybe I prefer this shit," you told him with a smirk. You were wearing some makeup, but less than the other girls. Your jeans were snug, but not tight. Your shirt was just short enough that Bradley could see the inch of skin above your jeans, but only when you shrugged your shoulders. 

Fuck. Jeff draped his arm around your shoulders, and for some reason that really irritated Bradley. So he just smirked right back at you and said, "If you prefer that shit, then I can understand why you're hanging out with Jeff tonight instead of me. There's no accounting for taste."

"Hey!" Jeff complained, but Bradley got you to crack a genuine smile. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to stop from laughing, but your shoulders shook a little bit with amusement. 

You grinned at Bradley and then Jeff as well. "Okay, now I'm a little afraid to admit that I would probably prefer one of the non-shitty beers."

Bradley nodded his head toward the house. "Come with me. I need another one anyway, and then I'll bring you back out to Jeff."

He watched as you extracted yourself from Jeff's arm, which made Bradley smile. He heard you say, "I'll be back," as Bradley guided you inside with his hand gently on your back. 

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You didn't know why you ditched Jeff for this guy you had never met before, but you couldn't seem to help yourself. You didn't even know his name, but you let him lead you back inside the Beta fraternity house, his hand sliding ever lower on your back. 

It was so loud inside, you could feel your whole body vibrating along with the music that was playing. But he kept you moving at a steady pace toward the kitchen where it was a little quieter. 

"Take your pick," he told you when he opened the refrigerator door. Every single shelf was lined with bottles and cans of beer. There were a few bottles of liquor and some different mixers on the door, but you grabbed a bottle of one of your favorite beers and turned to him. 

"Thanks, whatever your name is," you said with another smirk.

"You're welcome, Y/N," he replied, taking the bottle from your hand and opening it with a bottle opener he pulled from a drawer. 

"How do you know my name?" you asked him, slightly surprised. You were not the type of girl who would normally be found here, or at any Greek house on campus. 

He smiled. "You're Janessa's roommate. And Jeff has a crush on you. You're famous by name and reputation."

Your heart was beating faster now as he handed the bottle back to you. His fingertips lingered on yours for a few seconds, and you imagined kissing him. This was the way you expected your body to feel when Jeff touched you, but there was no comparison. 

"Are you planning on telling me your name?" you asked him, taking a sip of beer. 

"Maybe," he replied, selecting a beer of his own. His voice was deep and raspy, and he had a lot of scars on his face and neck. They looked pretty new, but you couldn't help but find them just as attractive as the rest of him. You wanted to touch that long scar that ran along his neck. You wondered what he would do if you did.

"If you won't tell me, then I'll give you a nickname."

He grinned. "This should be good," he said over the loud music. 

You took a long drink of beer and said, "Okay, Beer Boy. How about I head back outside with Jeff where it's quieter? I'll catch you later?"

But he just shook his head. "You want quiet, then you should come upstairs with me. My room is downright peaceful compared to the rest of the house."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You think I was born yesterday, Beer Boy?"

He looked at you, all innocent, wide brown eyes. "No, I would assume you're at least 18 if you're in college. How old are you?"

"I'm 21. But that has nothing to do with the fact that I'm not going upstairs alone with you," you replied.

"We wouldn't be alone," he said, sipping his own beer. "I'm sure Tyson and Janessa are up there doing all sorts of things. But I can take you back outside to your boyfriend if that's what you want."

You rolled your eyes. "Jeff isn't my boyfriend," you told him, raising your voice over the noisy party. You may have been mistaken, but his eyes seemed to light up. 

"Music to my ears," he muttered. "Come upstairs with me. I promise I won't touch you unless you want me to." 

You almost choked on your beer. "You are seriously cocky, Beer Boy."

"You wanna know my name, don't you?" he asked, and you nodded. "Come upstairs with me and I'll tell you."

You eyed him carefully. "And you won't touch me?"

His eyes drifted over your face and down to your chest. "Sadly, no. I won't."

You couldn't contain the laugh that bubbled out of you. This was really quite fun. He was goofy and flirtatious, but he wasn't creeping you out. 

"Okay, but I'm only agreeing so I can learn your name. Then I'm coming right back down here," you told him. 

With a smile, he took your hand and led you out of the kitchen and into the distressingly loud living room. Two hallways later, he was leading you up the stairs to a much quieter second floor. You were pleased to find several other people were hanging out up here as well. 

"What's your name, Beer Boy?" you asked. He responded by lacing his fingers through yours, and you immediately thought about kissing him again.

He stopped in front of a door covered in writing. "I'm Bradley," he told you, pulling you a little closer with your connected hands. 

"Bradley," you repeated. He nodded at you, looking a little apprehensive.

He nudged the door open with his foot, but you didn't move. You just looked at the writing all over his door. Girly handwriting in every color imaginable adorned the white paint. Tessa, Meg, Julie, Kendra, Ebony, Shannon, Luz, Gabby, Willow. The list went on, and so did the phone numbers and scrawled notes. 

"Don't look at that. Please," he muttered. You saw his Adam's apple bob against his long scar as he swallowed hard. His eyes seemed to be pleading with you, so you looked away from the door and into his bedroom. It was actually pretty tidy, and it was lit by his desk lamp with a US Navy emblem on the side. 

"You said you weren't going to touch me," you told him, and he immediately pulled his hand away from yours. 

"I'm sorry," Bradley said right away, looking completely abashed now. 

"That's okay," you told him as you walked past him into his room. The music was distant enough that you could use your normal voice up here. "Is it cool if I look around?"

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He followed you into his room and watched you examining his things. Every few steps, you turned to look at him over your shoulder. Your eyelashes were long, and he loved the curve of your cheek. He was dying to touch your hair, taste your skin and feel you against him. 

Usually he wore his bedroom door like a badge of honor. But when you looked at it, he felt a little embarrassed. Not that you had said anything or looked at him any certain way, but he didn't want you to judge him quite yet. Especially not based on that. 

He took a long drink from his bottle of beer, draining it in the process. He was attracted to you. Like all of you. Jeff had been right; you were funny and smart. But Bradley had no expectations that you would feel the same way about him. However, he would keep you up here as long as you would stay, because somehow he knew, in the back recesses of his mind, that you were giving him an important seal of approval. 

"You have a lot of Navy stuff," you commented, running your fingers along his dad's dog tags.

He nodded when you looked over your shoulder. "I do. It was my dad's."

Bradley wasn't sure if Phoebe even knew his dad had been in the navy. He didn't know why he was telling you. 

"And you have a lot of textbooks," you said as you flipped through his economics notes. 

He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess that tends to happen when you're a student."

You rolled your eyes. "I just meant that you frat bros don't usually study. I have never once seen you in the library before."

Bradley grinned. "You like to hang out in the library?"

"Yeah. So what?" you asked, seemingly used to getting picked on for it. 

"Hey, just because I don't go to the library, that doesn't mean I don't study. I have a 3.85 GPA."

You turned toward him and nodded like you were impressed. "Wow. But you shouldn't say that too loudly, or you may get kicked out of your fraternity."

Bradley shook his head as you turned toward his bed. He was pretty sure he had never had a girl in his room this long with her clothes still on. He was about to suggest grabbing two more beers when your phone rang. 

"It's Jeff," you said casually, ignoring the call. "I should probably go back down and find him."

Bradley just watched you tuck your phone back into your jeans pocket. You took the last sip of your beer and headed for the door. You eyed the names written there before turning back toward him with a small smile. "Maybe I'll see you around?" you asked. 

"I hope so," he told you as you disappeared into the hallway.

And then you were gone. The apprehension he usually felt was creeping back in now. He wondered what you thought about his scars. He hadn't given them any thought while you'd been with him. He couldn't tell if you were outwardly flirting with him, and he knew there was something between you and Jeff, but Bradley definitely wanted to see you again. 

But now he was alone. And he was lonely. So he called Phoebe. Within a few minutes, she was in his room. And after a few minutes more, she was in his bed.  

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Eeek, I hope you like this version of our Bradley! A huge thank you to @mak-32 for helping me with this fic! It's for you, Mak!

PART 2

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Royalty (Predator x Fem!Reader) Part 3

[Previous]

The air in the carriage was thick as you returned home, Yidaar sat ahead of you, as Janessa sat next to him, a scowl on her face the whole ride home. You thought of asking her what was wrong, but the atmosphere she produced in the small enclosed space you currently occupied told you that you should let it lie for now.

With the halt of the carriage, Yidaar exited first, turning to help you down, but before your hands could meet, Janessa slammed the door shut, now the two of you were currently alone in the carriage.

“Janessa?” you gasped, sitting back into your seat, a bit unnerving about the sudden predicament. 

Janessa quickly shoved her face into the space that occupied yours.

“You have some nerve...” she hissed, sitting back down with a huff, “All those investors, their inventions their weapons! You denied every single one of them! For what? Some moral code!?”

Her eyes darted around the room as if she was going crazy.

“I’m sorry...but I’d rather rule by laws and policy, rather then instilling fear into smaller populace that live in the kingdom I rule,” you said, adjusting your crown slightly on your head.

“Think of the money that could lead you to higher power! Me to a nicer rank of lifestyle!” she shouted, “If you would stop thinking about yourself for a minute! Think about the people around you! How would your father feel about his daughter ruling a kingdom by using silly little words rather than asserting your dominance over weaker forces!”

She sat, catching her breath from her tirade of greed and power, her hands smacked the cushions of the seat she sat upon. You felt your stomach move with a bit of unease, seeing that your lady in waiting was unhappy with the freedom you have given her, all the gifts, parties, standing by your side, it meant nothing to her if you didn’t give her even more in the future, a leech, suckling on the breast of your royal wealth.

“Janessa if you are unhappy with the arrangement we currently have, then perhaps you should find employment elsewhere,” you scowled, reaching for the handle to the door.

Yidaar stood outside waiting patiently for you to exit, when he heard the door unlock with an audible click, he quickly turned and bowed to you, reaching his hand out once more to take yours into his, as you stepped down into the soft grass below.

“Yidaar, see that lady Janessa have her items packed, and she be returned to her family, as she is quite unhappy with the life I have provided, she may return to her own.” You said, turning to give her one last look, before turning again and walking back into your palace.

Yidaar looked as you walked off, and then turned his attention back to the carriage where Janessa sat, much like a child who was refused a treat in a store. He pulled his wrist up to his wrist computer, communicating with the other royal guard, alerting them to Janessa's termination, and that she must be escorted from the palace grounds.

In another part of the palace, you had already made your way back to your chambers, a nice tower room, plenty of window space as the sun shines into your room. You sniffled, as the weight of losing one of your closest friends, the shame of providing someone so much who demanded more hitting you like a sack of bricks. You took off your shoes, and then your skirt, leaving you in your undergarments onesie as you collapsed into your plush bed. You brought the large silk pillow to your face, turning to look out the window as small tears rolled down your cheeks, wetting the cloth below.

After a bit, you could hear the soft tapping of someone at your door.

“Yes?” you perked up, turning to the door, “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” the voice of Yidaar responded, “May I come in?”

You thought for a moment, quickly taking the blanket over your person.

“Yes, come in.” you replied, watching as the large door opened, and the large yautja guard came in.

“Are you well, my lady?” he asked, standing at attention at the end of your bed.

“I am fine Yidaar, thank you for asking,” you said, looking up at him.

He seemed to stand for a moment, as the air in the room thickened, the awkward tension between the two of you, Yidaar fidgeted behind his back as he looked down at your small frame in your bed.

“My lady...” he coughed, “Are you clothed....?”

You blushed slightly, your face heating up at his question.

“I am..in my undergarments...” you replied, adjusting the blanket, allowing your ankle to slide out of the bed.

Yidaar looked down at your small foot, a growl coming from his chest. 

Slowly, Yidaars large hand reached down, to grasp the blanket that covered your body, slowly, he began to tug at the blanket, your grip on it slowly released, allowing it to slowly slide down your torso, slowly revealing you in your undergarments to Yidaar’s masked eyes.

He slowly began to lead down, as the blanket began to touch the floor, he reached up to his face, unplugging the cords that connected his mask to his equipment, he slowly took it off, and laid the mask onto the floor softly, as his large body began to creak the bed now that he knelt down on it.

“Pardon...my lady...you are just so radiant...” he purred, crawling over you.

You looked up at him, your face burning hot, as his mandibles moved slowly, he began to lower himself down to you, your legs wrapping around his large waist, Now using his elbows to hold himself up, he hovered over you, burying his face into your neck, he began to purr, his large hands grazing your sides, he began to tug at your underwear.

“Yidaar....it is...my first...” you mumbles, touching his chest with your hands

“Would you have me?” he asked, as he began to pull the strings of his loincloth

“It would mean so much to me, if you would take me Yidaar...” you whispered, cupping his cheek into your hand, motioning for him to look you in the eyes.

He clicked, as he pressed his lips to yours, a groan coming from his chest as he kissed you passionately.

You moaned into his mouth, as he ripped the underwear from your body, tossing the small cloth to the side, he adjusts himself, pulling away from your mouth as he sat up and took off his chest plate, dropping it to the ground with a thud.

He pulled his member out, and gave it a stroke, the size by the looks of it, sent shivers down your spine, afraid of how it was going to fit...

“Are you ready my lady...?” he purred, giving himself another stroke

Before  you could respond, the door to your chambers opened swiftly, Yidaar quickly tucked and rolled onto the ground, grapping his mask, and rolling under your head. You were shocked by how quickly he had managed to do that. The blanket was thrown back onto the bed by an invisible force, and your attention turned back to the door as you covered yourself. It was your father the King.

“Father!” You exclaimed, pulling the blanket over yourself, “What brings you here?”

“My darling, I heard of Janessa’s termination, I have only come to see if you are well. I can understand the feeling of betrayal from one you held close,” your father said, sitting on the edge of your bed, looking around your room for a moment.

“I am well father, do believe I have done it in the best interests of our kingdom.” you replied, as you  watched heavy invisible footprints walk across your carpet and into the hall.

Your father looks around a bit puzzled.

“Where is Yidaar? I was hoping to apologize for...earlier...” he stammered

Before you could respond, Yidaar walked back into the room, fully dressed.

“I am here Lord,” he stood straight and tall in the same room as your father.

“Yidaar my boy! No hard feelings for earlier, correct?” your father smiled, taking Yidaar’s large hand into his own, giving it a good shake, a pat on the shoulder to go along with it.

“Your jokes always amuse me your highness” Yidaar chirped, giving you a side glace.

“Good good...Well I hope you two are excited for the royal hunting trip” your father chuckled, adjusting his large fur coat that hung off his body loosely.

Your mind sprang a bit at the mention of the hunting trip.

“Isn’t that till next month?” you asked, looking at your father and back at Yidaar.

“Yes...But I am afraid that my condition...well..” your father pauses, “I just wish to have a special memory for you to remember me by.”

The grim shadow that hung over the room stung you like a beehive. 

“I understand father...” you mumbled, feeling the dread overcoming your body.

Your father gave your foot a squeeze, and waved goodbye to Yidaar as he walked out of the room. 

Yidaar turned back to you.

“Are you alright my lady?” he asked, slowly walked around the bed, standing by your side.

“I...I...” you stammered, your voice breaking at the thought of the time you will no longer have your father in your life.

You felt the tears rain down as your blanket became soaked with your tears.

Soon you felt the large embrace of Yidaar cradling you in his arms as you wept into his chest.

The next day, you were dressed in warm clothing, your (hair type hair) was let loose, and you were taken by Yidaar to your royal horse, the reigns in his hand as he lead you with the hunting party deep into the forest.

“I have never been hunting before Yidaar, is it fun?” you ask, looking to the side, I would say look down, but we all know Yidaar is tall enough you can just look over and his head is there.

“My people hunt the most dangerous game for honor and glory, humans hunt for sport, fun...I would be lying it there weren’t time where I found it enjoyable.”

You smiled, looking at the large trees that surrounded the large hunting party.

Soon the King signaled with his fist in the air, that they have found the campsite.

“My men! Ready your weapons! Let the servants set up camp, let the men take up arms and find a magnificent beast to bring back for supper!”

You sighed, as Yidaar lifted you off your horse, setting you on the ground. You watched most of the men grab their weapons and follow your father blindly into the forest to hunt.

“I wish I could follow...” you grumbled, kicking at the dirt slightly as Yidaar grabbed your bags off the horses side pouches.

“Perhaps...If you allow it, we can capture something together?” Yidaar said, walking over to a small clearing, placing your bags down.

“That would be lovely!” you cheered, walking over to him.

After a bit, Yidaar had managed to set up your large tent, and he waited outside for you to change into your tight jumpsuit.

“Yidaar, may you help with the zipper?” you called from within the tent.

“Of course!” he exclaimed, walking in.

You could feel him tug the zipper, and hear it zip.

“I meant to close...”

“Oh my mistake...”

Now that you  were properly dressed, Yidaar reached to his side pocket, pulling out a small stick, he pressed a button, making sure you were watching, it extends

“This is my combistick” he explains, “from my people”

“It is beautiful” you said, looking at in awe

Together he lead you to the forest, he seemed to become a different being whilst the two of you walked, taking in the scents of nature as the two of you walked. After a bit, he puts his hand ahead of you signaling you to stop. He puts his finger to the area where his lips would be, telling you to hush. He points ahead, a small rabbit sat in a clear, munching away on some vegetation.

He raises his stick above his head, and reels back to fire it, your heart pumped as he pointed the weapon to the small animal. He fired ahead, striking it down in a single hit. He walked ahead, grabbing the small corpse and holding it above his head, he roared into the sky.

Back at the palace, a disgraced Janessa stood outside the gates, cloaked, she seemed to be speaking to someone who stood rather tall next to her.

“I want her gone, she has embarrassed this kingdom enough,” she growled

A familiar clicking noise could be heard.

“This is a large task...you better have payment for something like this...”

“I’ll give you half now, half later when I am on the throne...”

Janessa looks up to the tower where your bedroom would be.

“I will frame that useless guard for her death...”

#predator #yautja #yautja x reader #predator x reader

[hiswordsarekisses]

“The Hebrew word for wait actually means “to be intertwined.” It’s like a 3-legged race. You tie up you and your partners legs together, and then you have to get in sync with one another.

That’s what “wait” is in Hebrew, You get in sync with God. And He goes up with you, and you feel when He pauses and you pause - you feel when He runs, and you run. And it’s those who intertwine - who wait - who tie their life up with God - that renew their strength.

Waiting isn't us sitting and waiting for Him to move, but it's us tethering ourselves to Him, and trusting that His pace, His timing, His ways are best.

In the waiting there is another layer of intimacy with Him that we wouldn't have experienced otherwise.

May we allow the waiting season to be one where we completely surrender and wrap ourselves around Him- the only one who truly satisfies.

~ Janessa Wait

[delicatemystic]

Barbie Fun Fact

The meaning of the name of the 12 Dancing Princesses. "Oldest to youngest, where's yours Ashlyn?"

Ashlyn: The meaning of Ashlyn is: "dream", of English and Irish origin.

Blair: Meaning: Plain; meadow; field; battlefield. Blair is a gender-neutral Scottish name meaning.

Courtney: Derived from the French name Courtenay and the Latin word curtus—meaning short—Courtney translates to “short nose.”

Delia: Of German origin, Delia means Pleasant; Of the nobility. Noble. 

Edeline: The origin is Teutonic: Noble and full of good humor, it also means "she who came from Eden"

Fallon: Meaning: superior or descended from a ruler. Fallon is a gender-neutral name of Irish origin. But, Fallon is also a pun on the word "fallen", as Fallon is the most passionate, it would be Fal (fallen) lon (love) fallen in love.

Genevieve: Of Celtic origin, Genevieve means "white and soft woman", "woman white as the foam of the sea"; "woman of good origins".

Hadley: Hadley is a gender-neutral name of British origin, meaning “heather meadow."

Isla: The name also has Spanish origins, as the word Isla means “island” in Spanish.

Janessa: Originates in Hebrew and means "God is Gracious", in addition to a little of African origin portraying the goddess Iemanjá.

Kathleen: Born from the Greek-inspired Catherine, meaning pure.

Lacey: Originally a Norman surname based on a place name (Lassy) , meaning 'braid'.

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[lymoncat]

Levi x reader: you have a panic attack

kk so i decided to write this cuz I’ve been having a ton of panic attacks lately and ig I just wanted to write out my own comfort

You sit in the corner of your dark room, crying, shaking, it’s hard to breathe, the knot in your stomach tightens the anxiety too much to bare. After what feels like hours of crying (it was only a few minutes) you feel a hand on your shoulder “what happened y/n?” You recognize the voice to be the one and only captain Levi, you were embarrassed to be seen like this so you don’t respond he has never been good with words so he hesitates but pulls you to his chest as he gently strokes your hair trying to comfort you. “Everything will be okay, trust me…” he tries to gently soothe you as you continue to cry you listen to his heartbeat and his gentle voice which surprised you due to his normal cold tone, it calms you. “It breaks me to see you like this, normally I wouldn’t care if it were another person but your special, seeing you sad, I hate it, I hate it with every fiber of my being. You showed me light in the darkest of times, looking forward to seeing your bright smile everyday, it’s all worth it” you were surprised by his words, you’ve been crushing on the cold captain for quite some time now hearing these words makes your face heat up, a blush spreads across your face, glad that he can’t see you in this dark, he continues to speak. “You give me a reason to wake up in this shitty world, the world isn’t quite so hellish with you in it.” He pulls away and looks at you. “Your also the only one who can clean properly, and make decent tea” he hooks a finger under your chin making you look at him “I love you y/n don’t ever forget it” you’re shocked at his statement he loved you?! You pinched yourself to make sure this was real your thoughts stop all at once as you feel his lips on yours in a soft kiss. He then kisses your cheeks, forehead, nose, tears, and back to your lips “I love you brat” “I love you too captain” “it’s Levi to you” “Levi…” his name rolls off your tongue effortlessly “now what happened, you didn’t have a panic attack for no reason” “j- jean and eren were yelling and being loud” “I’ll kill those brats” “you don’t need to” “Tch-“

and I can’t think anymore cuz I tend to have terrible writers block but it’s fine… it’s not… my life is chaos but ANYWAYS imma go chill with my kitten her name is Janessa, I named her after one of my staff at Havenwood academy, when I went to treatment…

This is my baby, Janessa. She’s about 2 months I got her after my other cat died, Maggy was hit by a car in the road I miss her a lot but I’m not replacing her, I’m simply making a little more room in my heart for Janessa. Have a great day/night remember that you are perfect the way you are and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise ❤️💕💖 and btw sorry that it’s super short…

#I’m too lazy for tags but I’ll try… #Levi x reader #aot x reader #Comfort #levi comfort #Fluff? #panic attack #jean and eren being idiots #Crying #and Mah cat

[starstruckodysseys]

i’m about to say a bunch of crazy words and we’re all going to be cool about it. okay

mallapalooza she kills monsters au. HEAR ME OUT. hear me out. mostly bc im thinking about vanessa and the “me? i… get to save the princess” line bc GAY. anyway.

janessa isn’t exactly average, but she also isn’t the one getting trapped in cursed malls and forming gay bear weddings and all that. of course, she doesn’t find out about all this until vanessa gets into a car crash, and janessa later finds her diaries. in the process, she meets her twin’s best friends in the world, the only ones who were there on that special night. together, they start to relive that night, before realizing that vanessa’s ghost is still among them, and that she still has some sort of unfinished business.

the story changes, from there. janessa finds out more about her sister than she thought possible. (she’s not a homophobe. she’s just confused about polyamory. it’s still the 90s.) she battles monsters and learns a little more about what it means to be human. does she use that knowledge for good? it’s janessa, so probably not, but that isn’t relevant right now.

it turns out vanessa’s soul still lingers in the mall, leftover from the janitor’s ring when they were initially cursed. they throw another bear wedding, probably, because they don’t usually have other plans. there’s four of them, this time. like there always should have been. janessa gets closure. tyler, dylan, and brittany get to see their girl one last time.

vanessa gets one last adventure. like she always would have wanted.

#sorry. the brainrot is consuming me #i don’t know what possessed me to write this. help #do i tag this??? #this post is for no one but me #i said skm au but it’s very loosely based on skm #reese’s pieces #sure. that’s fine #i just need this somewhere bc my brain won’t stop

[shadowedvales]

Sometimes, just sometimes, she wished Wednesday weren't so blunt. At the core of it, the roots binding their relationship, she'd never want a single hair on her head to change, but the words she spoke so effortlessly, the remarks of death and time faded... she doesn't think she could bare it. She sought support and was met with plain honesty instead. Child has no terror of the concept itself, instilled by an overwhelming knowledge of the gloom that existed within the crust of the earth. Simmering darkness plaguing from the womb to present day. She knew Wednesday coped with her own version of that, seething below a tough exterior that Jane was lucky enough to witness in quaint moments.

"I know. I only, um..." Responded tightly, an intention to finish her trail of thought cut short, eclipsing sadness burrowing to the point that she barely knew what to say. I do not want to picture my life without you, went unsaid; those big emotive eyes of hers did the talking. When her friend continued, Janessa's concern descended, heart beating less hard. A pocket of fascination revealed itself in the stretch of her lips, head tilting to the side while watching the book carefully taken off the shelf. It was a story she once attempted to read, but certain aspects and themes felt a little too close to home. Only the first four chapters had been devoured. (The text itself much too difficult to understand, also.) "Wow... it is so pretty." Murmured beneath a small gasp, surprised at the sentimental value her friend presented.

She reached forward, fingers light and nimble hovering over the flower, afraid to properly touch it in fear it'd shatter under given force. She took charge despite apprehension, lightly brushing against the wilted gift. It felt worn and dry. Confusion practically dripped, and her hand fell like it'd been burnt, prepared to question why such a thing was deemed worthy to keep. Wednesday never failed to surprise her, even now, after all their time together. Unpredictability tied up in a perfect black ribbon.

"That is..." She jumped back an inch when the pages slammed shut, a smile gathering on her features. "That is a very nice way to think." Still sorrowful, a lingering curse of what Wednesday endured, a thought with the power to permanently wound. For now they'd make do with granted time, time shared in an unlikely partnership which initially began through a devious plan. Demise became a flavoured scent in both girls' lives, sometimes faint, oftentimes blearing; for now it was hidden deep where it need not be touched. Growing beam turned upwards and outwards, consistently bright was Janessa's soul in her company, nourishing the body into striking warmth. At this, the hour of mirth and curiousity, another thought swam about in that old, rickety head of hers.

"I do not know what I would be remembered by. If there would be a trace." It wasn't a depressing notion, nor a seek for some fraction of sympathy, but a genuine thought breaking free from enclosed confinements. "But you..." She looked away lest her cheeks tinge red, never sure how her friend might react to positive endearments. "I do not think any-one could forget you. Ever. You are too special."

continued from here. @miercolaes

#nevermore academy‚ the anonymous ones. — in character. #miercolaes. #HELLO #THE GIRLS ARE BACKKK! #also your meme response was actually beautiful i just HAD to continue it.

[miercolaes]

okay. so i have been thinking about you in general for a while now, but the fact that it’s nye (well, nyd for me! i’m living in the future!!) prompted me to finally message you. you are one of my favourite people on this silly little site, and i really, really mean that. your writing is spectacular, your posts about wednesday are always so passionate and detailed, and i just really really adore everything you’re doing with her. and that you’ve kept it up even after the wednesday rpc died. i am so glad you didn’t die with it!! i’ll never forget the day you messaged me about being affiliates, because when the message popped up on my phone, i was literally watching jenna ortega in a show on television. in that. exact moment. and seeing her made me think of you, and i remember thinking to myself ‘when this is over, i’m going to pluck up the courage and ask veronica if she’d like to be affiliates.’ but you beat me to it! i know we don’t get to write or chat heaps these days, (and that’s purely on me bc i have been so slack lately), but i hope you know that i treasure every single conversation, every single thread we’ve ever written. you’re such a special person, and i’m so so lucky to know you. you’re so talented, thoughtful and kind, and i!!! i hope that 2024 is everything you hope it will be, and more!

as always, i'm going to put a uno reverse on you and i'm afraid i might have to use the read more function.

frankie my beloved! words can't even begin to describe how grateful i am for you being part of my silly life. believe it or not, it's been almost a year since we've became mutuals on this hellsite (it was 20th january, according to my previous blog) and honestly? i have no idea when the time has passed. but i want you to know that i treasure you and any of our interactions so much, be it ic or ooc.

now i gotta admit it's lowkey hilarious how that specific conversation went down. and i'm here to say : GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE. otherwise, i can't phantom how we both thought of the same thing at the same time. i can assure you i am not some kind of mind reader, the only tricks i can pull (and poorly, at best, may i add) are ones with cards. therefore, the only valid explanation is that we have great minds that maybe share one brain cell.

joke's aside, this is now my time to tell you something i've been meaning to for a while now. i've admired you and everything you do for that matter ever since i found your janessa blog. and btw, in my mind your janessa is an oc. like, i know i follow many other wonderful people writing eleven / jane, but i swear my brain can't comprehend that it's the same character. and particularly your version of janessa is something else. you got me to the point i actually think stranger things' el birth name is janessa. still baffled that it isn't. but i only know of janessa, written by the one and only frankie. i am so glad i gathered the courage to ask you to be affiliates because, first and foremost, you helped me a lot when it came to understanding how my own version of wednesday works. but wait, there's more!!! i hope you won't take this the wrong way, and hopefully i'll phrase it accordingly, but i was and still kind of am intimidated by you and what you do writing - wise. not in a im afraid of interacting with you, but moreso i am in awe at everything you do. i can see you put a lot of thought in janessa and what comes out is just too beautiful to be true (and it is true??). you're a bloody brilliant writer and tbh you inspire me to delve deeper into my own characters. i adore everything you do, but even if you weren't, who you are seals the deal. you're an amazing friend and icb this hellsite made it possible that i got to meet you.

it doesn't matter when you respond to me. it doesn't matter what you do with your blogs. because no matter what, as long as you'll have me, your local cryptid, i will follow you into the infernal pit and back. while it's true that i love wednesday and janessa interacting, i treasure the vero and frankie ones more. no matter how frequent it is. i'm glad i've met you. and you won't be getting rid of me easily (this is a direct and immediate threat btw). whether we'll pull a mind reading again or just chill, i'm looking forward to it all. i love you and your brand and i'm glad you too survived the stranger things purge that keeps on coming and going lmao

#shadowedvales #♱ saved.

[genevievebarbie]

Barbie Fan Theories : Queen Isabella's Death (12DP)

We all know how Queen Isabella from Barbie Princess Charm School died. But what about Queen Isabella from Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses? Alright, alright, I know you're confused, so let's just get on with it.

This article will be divided into 4 parts , just like the 'Delia and Edeline Dilemma' article.

How do fans normally think Queen Isabella died?

Proof from canon that she did NOT die that way

Conclusion

How do fans normally think Queen Isabella died?

If you ever ask any barbie fan (or even anyone who just watched the film) they would simply say : "Queen Isabella died while giving birth to Lacey," and you'll say, "Yeah, makes sense. It's not easy giving birth to 12 daughters."

2. Proof from canon that she did NOT die that way.

You probably remember the scene in Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses where Lacey drops the bucket of leaves in the garden and runs away. Seeing this, Genevieve goes to comfort her and says, "You probably don't remember, but Mother always told us, big or small, there's a difference only you can make." This is the dialogue which introduces us to the film's quote "There's a difference only you can make." Most fans just focus on the quote (in bold) itself. However, if you notice a little before that quote, you can Genevieve uses the word 'remember' . This shows that clearly, Janessa, Kathleen and Lacey were definitely born when they heard their mother say it, but were too young to remember anything. In addition to that, Genevieve also uses the word 'always', indicating that the triplets have heard the word many times, so it isn't possible that their mother died shortly after giving birth.

3. Conclusion.

I think it's pretty safe to say that Queen Isabella did not die after giving birth to the triplets. So please, don't blame Lacey. Isabella clearly died because of some unknown reason, leaving Randolph a widow. Perhaps an illness? Poison? Murder? Perhaps, she didn't even die, but merely disappeared, and everybody assumed her dead?

#Barbie #barbie movies #barbie 12 dancing princesses #barbie in the 12 dancing princesses #queen isabella #this is my new headcanon #barbie fanfiction #endless love #Barbie theory

[shadowedvales-a]

Janessa quickly discovered the book shop owner himself was far easier to follow than his flaming friend who tended to express one thing, but clearly meant another. He was a violent summer rainstorm exploding into cloud bursts, but dispensed over the fields to quench flowers of their dramatic thirst. Something so loud about him, with a sizzling, comforted quiet to aid. Akin to the anticipation of a new book she'd nestle under a warm blanket alongside: she mightn't understand it completely, though found the journey rather pleasant. The rational part of her brain was well aware of the fact, as he proclaimed so passionately, killing is wrong. The offer stood behind that furrowed gaze she bore so sufficiently, the mask of (sometimes frazzled) interpretations due to an upbringing betwixt two so different yet the same. The girl near shrugged beneath Crowley's excessive remarks that her suggestion is to be utterly avoided; she nodded to assure comprehension dawned for the point he attempted to get across.

Further questioning lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she noted her vowed guarantee first and foremost. Jane said, "Yes. I understand." Frequent vocabulary presenting; so much of this world crammed inside her head, it appeared a tad more muddled than she'd prefer. Perhaps she simply had some wires crossed up there. Still, the neck tilted just so, as it seemed her word on the situation wasn't quite concluded. "If it's not on, then what do you do? When someone is bad, or— or mean. How do you make them stop?" If you aren't going to kill them, goes unsaid, but the air of her tone otherwise provided it. Curiousity harboured in the pit of her stomach, scattered increments merely needed to arrange themselves properly so she could plaster the knowledge, home it safe and sound for next time. Next time, so she wouldn't immediately default towards an idea involving a headstone and bodies six feet below.

continued from here. @n1atruc

#good omens verse tbd. #n1atruc. #HELLOOOOOOO #god it's been so long since we have written together it's insanity. #thinkin about jane picking up so many traits from the both of them snfjkasf. #we need to develop this verse way more ma'am.

[roosterforme]

Old Habits Die Hard Part 5 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Your embarrassment lingers, while Bradley's past finds a new way to interrupt his pursuit of you.

Warnings: Angst, swears, maybe some fluff

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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Bradley barely made it back to the house and into his bedroom before he was jerking off. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he groaned, reaching for some tissues just in time. You were too much. It was unbelievable. He had never had to work this hard for a girl before. He had never had to get himself off this many times before sealing the deal before. He was either losing his touch, or you were different. 

But as he went to flush the tissues down the toilet and saw his bedroom door on the way, he knew it was the latter. And by this point, Jeff must know you were Bradley's Sugar and that he wasn't going to give you up without a fight. 

He collapsed back onto his bed and couldn't stop thinking about you. He had walked you to your final class with a semi that was definitely evident to you. It didn't matter though; you had been embarrassed by what happened in the study room, even though it was actually unbelievably sexy. Bradley had seen a lot, but no girl had ever reacted to him quite like that before. Now he was thinking about wedging that door closed next week and fucking you right on the study table.

Jeff had been right, you were a nice girl. But now Bradley knew you could also get a little dirty. This was a combination he had never had before. His cock jumped again in anticipation. 

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You were so embarrassed, you wanted to die. You had orgasmed from rubbing yourself against Bradley in the study room, and then you had to go to class. It was bad enough that he walked you there when all you wanted to do was jump him in the middle of the sidewalk, but then you couldn't stop thinking about him while your professor lectured. 

It was a combination of everything with him. He had the prettiest brown eyes and soft, wavy hair. His voice made you wet, and he smelled so good you wanted to rub yourself against him all the time. And you got carried away. You bet Phoebe never did anything so needy before. 

By the time Friday evening rolled around, you were still too embarrassed to even fathom going to the party. If Janessa was ever home instead of being glued to Tyson's mouth, you might have asked her for some advice. 

But you had to go. You had already promised Bradley you would be there, and he'd probably just come find you if you didn't show. He had also been texting you nonstop. So you changed into your tightest jeans and your lowest cut shirt and pulled your hair back. 

"Oh my God!" you gasped when you looked in the mirror to touch up your makeup. The hickey Bradley left on your neck was darker today, and it was so noticeable, you sighed in relief that you had worn your hair down to class earlier.

You snapped a quick selfie of your neck with your head posed in an appealing way and sent it to him with the caption Do you think anyone noticed this today?

He wrote back almost immediately while you were fixing your mascara. 

I hope so, Sugar. When you come hang out with me tonight, everyone is gonna know who gave you that mark. And don't you dare cover it up. 

You whimpered just reading the text. Knowing you, you'd probably embarrass yourself again tonight by rubbing yourself on him in front of his fraternity brothers or something. You couldn't believe he was even still texting you. But you really did want to go to the party, because you wanted to see him, and you were curious about the state of his bedroom door. 

He had told you he painted his door just for you, but were there some other names up there now as well? Were more girls trying to get his attention? You'd be tempted to scribble them out if there were. 

You strolled to the Beta house, almost reaching the front porch by the time you realized you were going to have to deal with Jeff at some point. 

"Shit," you muttered to yourself. You were glancing around, hoping to see Janessa, but you had no luck. You were about to text Bradley and ask where he was, but you smiled and took off in the direction of the kitchen. 

When you looked inside, he was there, sitting on the counter and smiling at you in his backwards cap. 

"Were you looking for me?" he asked softly as you made your way toward him. 

You could feel a warmth heating your cheeks. "That depends. Were you waiting here for me?"

"Of course I was, Sugar. Missed you," he said, jumping down as you approached him. 

Cautiously, you eased your hands up his chest and around his neck. You watched his unguarded eyes as a genuine smile touched his lips. 

"You really missed me?" you asked, running your fingers along his neck.

He responded by grabbing your hips and kissing you. You moaned as he turned you so your backside was against the kitchen counter. He had you gently pinned there, but his kisses were unhurried and lingering, every little nip and nibble going right to your core. 

His fingers felt strong through the denim fabric as he held you in place. And when you reached your fingers up into his hair and knocked his hat on the floor, he didn't stop kissing you until you gasped.

"I don't know, Sugar. You tell me," he whispered, running the tip of his nose along your hickey and making you giggle. "Does it seem like I missed you?"

You smiled as he gently kissed along the mark he'd made on your neck the previous day. "Yeah, it seems that way, Beer Boy. Shocking, considering I embarrassed myself like that yesterday," you whispered. 

Bradley examined your face with a smirk. "That poor kid. He's probably still thinking about your legs and your soft moans. His dick's probably been hard since he interrupted us. Never gonna feel satisfied again."

"Bradley!" you whined, burying your face against his chest. "Stop, I'm still mortified!"

He chuckled deep in his chest, and it was such a pleasant sound, you burrowed in deeper. "Sugar, that was so hot yesterday, I'm considering begging you to do it again. I already couldn't stop thinking about you, and that just made it a hundred times worse."

You bit your lip and looked up at him, and you just knew your cheeks must have been bright pink. "I can't stop thinking about you either," you told him. 

He nodded his head before kissing you once more and then he picked up his hat. 

"That's just the way I like it," he told you, putting his hat on your head and leading you out into the party. 

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Bradley received a few curious looks as he led you through the house, holding your hand in his. People were used to seeing him with Phoebe or other girls wearing barely any clothing. They were not in fact used to seeing him with someone like you, and the fact that he'd put his hat on your head felt a little like he was claiming you in a way that was unlike him.

But every time you looked at him, he thought maybe he liked being this way. He liked working for and earning your attention. He liked you. He liked that you had your hair pulled up and everyone could see your hickey. 

When he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your cheek, about to suggest he take you upstairs, he ran into Tyson. He watched Janessa's eyes go wide as she immediately pulled you away from Bradley and started whispering to you.

You looked at him over your shoulder and smiled, and Bradley considered dragging you upstairs like a caveman. 

"I'll grab us some drinks," he told you, and with a sigh, he doubled back to the kitchen with Tyson. 

"Wow, dude. Does Jeff know about this?" Tyson asked him as he rooted around in the refrigerator. 

Bradley snorted. "I'm not exactly trying to hide anything."

"No. You definitely aren't." Tyson opened a can of beer while Bradley grabbed two bottles of the kind he knew you liked. He knew better than to start drinking anything stronger. "You and Phoebe off again?"

Even just the mention of her name irritated Bradley. "Yeah. For good."

Tyson just nodded his head. "That's cool. Phoebe's mean." Bradley laughed a little bit as Tyson asked, "You know Jeff is going to freak out, right?"

Bradley distracted himself by grabbing the bottle opener from the drawer and putting it in his pocket. "Jeff has been fucking freaking out since July, when I got his best friend kicked out of Beta. So why should this be any different?"

"Hey, I'm on your side man. Chase was a dick, and he had it coming. But Jeff is used to being the top dog around here. Best grades, Dean's list and all that shit." 

That was the thing about Jeff; Bradley made Dean's list too, but he never made a big deal out of it. He never talked about his scholarships, or how scared he had been that he'd get kicked out of school before his senior year for fighting. If he didn't graduate from UVA on time and without debt, he was absolutely fucked.  

But Bradley honestly didn't care what anyone else thought about you and him. He was certain he'd be better for you than Jeff. "Then I guess this will take some getting used to for him." He turned and left the kitchen before Tyson could say anything else. 

As Bradley approached you from behind, he saw the mark on your neck again. Gorgeous. He automatically kissed you there, startling you and making you giggle. 

"Beer Boy! You scared me," you told him over the music. Janessa was looking between the two of you, openly curious as he kissed your neck. Bradley wondered what you had told your roommate. Just looking at Janessa, he was almost surprised he had ever been interested in her. Thankfully she was completely distracted by Tyson now, because Bradley didn't want any loose ends. 

He kissed his way up to your ear and whispered, "Wanna go upstairs?"

You turned to look at him, and the subtle nod and trusting look you gave him had his heart rate speeding up. "Let's go," you told him, heading for the stairs with Bradley at your heels.

"Enjoy his big dick," Janessa whispered to you, but Bradley heard it so clearly, he had no doubt you did too. You froze in place and shot a confused look at Janessa before looking back at him.

Bradley let his head tip back as he stared at the ceiling and took a deep breath. "Thanks a lot, Janessa," he muttered, terrified to look at your face again.

"What? It was just a blowjob. Chill out," Janessa said, but she was already on her way over to where Tyson was playing flip cup. 

Bradley exhaled deeply and chanced a look at your face. Now you looked a little bit concerned, and he wished he had no knowledge of Janessa's godawful oral sex capabilities.  

"When did that happen?" you asked softly. Oh fuck, you looked like you might cry. "This week?" 

"Fuck. No. Not this week, Sugar. That was before I met you. And it was just one time. And nothing more." 

You nodded your head, pouting at him. "Oh. I just didn't know that Janessa was on your roster."

Bradley shifted the beer bottles to his left hand and reached for you with his right. "I don't have a roster anymore," he said, his voice rough to his own ears.

You examined his face. He could just tell he was going to blow it with you. No way you'd want to be embarrassed by him. Re-painting his door was one thing, but actually being good enough was another thing entirely. And now he knew he had no chance with you tonight. 

"You wanna go hang out in the living room?" he asked. "Or I can walk you home, make sure you get there safely."

Your brow scrunched up. "I thought we were going upstairs."

"Yeah, okay. We can still go upstairs. We can... drink these beers and talk."

"Sounds good," you said, taking his hand again and heading to his room.

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You were in way over your head now. This was bad. Bradley was bad for you, and you still wanted him. You were still going to his bedroom, and seemingly nothing was going to stop you from doing whatever he wanted. 

You had been wondering where Jeff was, feeling a little apprehensive about him seeing you with Bradley. Everything felt like red flag after red flag cropping up in your path, but as soon as you saw that Bradley's door was just as you had left it, you felt more at ease. 

Bradley watched you skirt around the edge of his room and flip through his English 400 composition notebook. "Is one of those for me?" you finally asked him, nodding toward the beers he was still holding.

"Uh, yeah," he replied, retrieving a bottle opener from his pocket. "Learned the hard way that you shouldn't open beers for girls if they don't see you doing it. I opened six beers last year and then I had to drink them all."

You laughed and he looked up to meet your eyes. "Yeah, some guys are creepy. Don't ever give girls open drinks."

"Never again. And those weren't the good beers either, they were shit ones that I had to force down."

"That would have been fun to watch," you said as you took a sip. "So why do you let me drink the good beers?"

Bradley smiled at you. "Because you're cute. And at first it was kind of fun to irritate Jeff. But now it's because you can have anything you want, Sugar."

You rolled your eyes and tried not to grin. "Is it okay if I sit on your bed?" you asked, swallowing against the nervous feeling creeping up inside you.

"Of course," he whispered. "Anything you want."

"You can sit too, Beer Boy."

And so he did. Right next to you, so your thigh was touching his. You sipped your beer silently, unsure about how to proceed with him. Bradley had gotten you so fucking horny yesterday, you came in his lap while you were both fully clothed. When you showed up to the party tonight, he had kissed you right away. He had kissed you in front of his friends. But now you felt apprehensive, and it was hard to pinpoint what would make things better. 

Just as you were about to ask him to walk you home, he said, "The thing about you is... you're different. And I'm not sure what to do."

You turned to look at him as he peeled the label off of his beer. "I'm different?"

Bradley stayed focused on peeling as he said, "No.... you're not different. Better, maybe? I'm not sure. I think... maybe I'm different now. Like, I have been for months. And I've been trying to force myself to be the same, because it seems easier. I guess. That probably doesn't make any sense."  He downed the rest of his beer in one go and set the empty on his bookshelf before he looked at you. 

"It kind of makes sense," you told him as you set your bottle down as well. "I tried to force myself to keep liking Jeff even though I knew I liked you better as soon as I met you," you told him with a soft laugh. 

He smiled sadly at you. "Look, Sugar, I can't change what happened with Janessa, even though I wish I could. I didn't even know you were her roommate then. And... I mean, I know it's obvious how girls see me now. And I know it's not always flattering. I'm... an easy option."

You were nowhere near as experienced as he was, but you didn't see him in an unflattering way. Bradley did everything better than Jeff did. He was funnier, sweeter, more honest, he kissed you better, he only touched you when you welcomed it. You ran your hand up his thigh, and you heard his breath catch. "I can only think of flattering things, Beer Boy."

"Sugar," he whispered, pleading with you in some way.

"Did you paint your door just for me?" you asked, turning to face him.

He shook his head and licked his lips. "No. I painted it for myself, too."

You leaned in and kissed him, accidentally knocking his hat off of your own head this time. You caught him off guard, and it took a few seconds for him to return your affection, but when he did, he took your breath away. 

"Sugar," he whispered against your lips, his mouth soft yet firm against yours as he pulled you onto his lap. It was like the study room, but also completely different. This time you were really alone, and could have done anything you wanted with him, but his lips were more indulgent this time. He was working you up in a different way. 

He rubbed his parted lips along your neck, stroking your collarbone with his tongue. You rocked your hips against him once, and immediately you were on your back with him on top of you. A startled laugh escaped your lips as Bradley sat up and tossed your shoes across the room followed by his, and then he was on top of you again. 

"Just to be clear, I don't think we should sleep together tonight," he told you softly before stroking up your sides with his thumbs and kissing your cleavage. 

Your broken moan was so loud, you watched a satisfied grin spread across his face. "So you're just going to tease me then?" you asked, your voice already sounding ragged. "Tease me and send me home?"

"No." Bradley kissed the tops of your breasts, and his flushed cheeks had you squirming underneath him. "I'm going to show you how sweet you are, and then I'm going to walk you home."

"Fuck," you whined as he worked his lips and tongue against all of your exposed skin. Everything he did felt good, and you were so wet and ready for more. But he never put his hands under your clothing and never said anything more than Sugar.

You were limp and needy and barely able to reciprocate when his lips returned to yours. You could feel that he was hard where his erection pressed against your thigh. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him to your core, rubbing yourself against him there. 

"Bradley," you whined, knowing you didn't want a repeat of the library scenario, but you couldn't help yourself. 

"You're not making my plans easy for me," he ground out. "So fucking hot."

He placed three firm kisses along your jaw and then wrenched himself out of your grasp. You could see how long and hard he was through his pants, and he adjusted himself as he sat up between your thighs. He just stared at you where you were propped up on your elbows, his eyes subtly moving along your face and your body. 

When your breathing started to even out, you smiled at him and sat up. He collected you in his arms and held you for a while, letting you kiss and touch his scars. 

He finally asked, "Will you let me walk you home?"

"Yes."

Bradley helped you put your shoes on and he gave you one of his sweatshirts to wear. It was huge on you, and you melted a tiny bit as he cuffed the sleeves for you. Then he kissed you against the wall in the hallway for so long, you thought maybe he was going to change his mind and let you take him back to his bed. 

"It's so late, Sugar," he told you, taking your hand and walking down the stairs. The blaring music assaulted your senses once more as you both wove your way through the bodies and spilled drinks. 

You'd been wondering where Jeff was earlier, and when you saw him making out with a girl from your biology lab, you felt nothing. Bradley glanced back at you, gauging your reaction, but you just smiled at him. 

"Let's go," he told you, and soon you were out in the cool, night air with his arm wrapped around you and his gorgeous voice in your ears. 

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Thanks for loving this FratBaby! Thanks @mak-32 for everything with this fic! This one's for you, Mak!

PART 6

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[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Greta Onieogou.

full name: Chloe Sonya Nwokobia.

nickname(s) / goes by: Chloe.

pronouns & gender: she/her, cis woman.

sexuality: bisexual.

birth date: June 24, 1991.

birth place: Alexandria, VA.

arrival to merrock: arrived one year ago in May, 2022.

housing: downtown.

occupation: youth program coordinator and organizer.

work place: Community Center.

family: Daniel (father), Henry (older brother).

relationship status: single.

PERSONALITY

There is no one in this world more sociable than Chloe Nwokobia, which is something she grew into as she has gotten older. She’s the kind of person who would make friends with a tree if you gave her the opportunity. She loves going out, having a good time and making new friends. One of the reason she loves meeting new people? She’s fascinated by them - where they come from, who they are, what they do, what their life story, all of it. She likes knowing everyone’s business but isn’t the type to pass it along. For the most part, she’s one of the most optimistic person you’ll ever come across. For her, life’s too short to be sad. When it comes to Chloe, it’s all or nothing. She’s there for you until the end, but the moment you turn your back on her, you’re on her list until further notice. There’s no boundaries when it comes to the people she cares for in her life. For Chloe, being around good people is all that matters. She’s not afraid to speak her mind or give her opinion. She likes thinking outside of the box and finding solutions to things. She’s trying to find herself and figure out what her next steps are in life. And honestly, if Merrock had superlatives for the residents, Chloe would most likely be known as the woman who smiles too much.

WRITTEN BY: Janessa (she/her) est.

BACKGROUND / BIO

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of parental death, emotional parental neglect.

She was born on a summer night during June, in a town called Alexandria, Virginia. The town is nestled somewhere along the Potomac river and would never be anything other than a location on her birth certificate. She came into the world to two parents who couldn’t wait to welcome their daughter. However, she never got a chance to know her mother as she died due to complications during childbirth. Her father might not have blamed Chloe for her mother’s death but she could see something in his eyes as she grew to look more and more like the woman she saw in photographs. There was a sadness, a longing and an expectation. Almost like he was waiting to see if she would be worth the sacrifice. She could feel that pressure long before she could put into words what it was.

When Chloe was around eight years old, her family moved to the city of Berkeley, California as her father got a new job as a college professor. Chloe took solace in school – the hours away from a home that permanently felt sad. That never changed even if her reasoning did. Education offered her a chance to prove herself. That she was worth the sacrifice her mother made for her. She pushed herself to excel academically. Nothing but the best was good enough for her. No one was harder on Chloe than herself and it started to show. Chloe sacrificed a social life and those teen experiences that she saw her peers enjoying. That could all wait, she decided early on, even if she wavered a couple of times. But it was worth it when a combination of stellar grades and her performance on her SATs earned her a partial academic scholarship to Cornell University. She saw the pride on her father’s face when she told him, even if he told her that going to school in Berkeley was a more practical choice. If only he knew the real power he’d had over her growing up, how his lack of doting had created this tightly wound person fearing his disapproval. Chloe didn’t care about his opinion on this particular matter. She would deal with the consequences of loans later. She knew that she wanted to go to an out-of-state school more than she wanted anything else. So she went and got a real taste of freedom.

But college was like a blur – she studied and she studied, exams, extra work, and before long she graduated summa cum laude from Cornell University with a degree in environment and sustainability. It wasn’t long before she found herself applying to graduate school in New York City. Her master’s was in her grasp. Her aptitude for collaboration and passion for the environment impressed her professors. But more importantly, the progress reports she sent back to her father were what really mattered. The praise, the heralding of her having a bright future. It was all she could have hoped for. But still, she felt like something was missing.

She didn’t count on meeting Barry. He was a legacy from old money – legal and political connections in Chicago – studying law at Columbia and had hopes of a political future. He had big dreams, bigger than she had ever dared to dream. It was inspiring and being around him made her want to be better. Their relationship was one of mutual encouragement and lofty ambitions. They both knew what they wanted and their visions aligned. They wanted the same things. And he wanted her. They were still dating by the time she finished her program at Columbia and he asked her to stay with him while he finished school. She happily agreed and she spent a year bouncing between odd jobs before securing a position at Brown and Caldwell. She worked hard. She went above and beyond to prove that she was capable and that she had something that made her stand out from the other employees hoping to move ahead. It took up more time than she thought it would but she shined professionally.

Chloe’s relationship with Barry was much like it always was. He continued law school at Columbia and both of their demanding schedules didn’t leave much time for one another, but they figured that it was only temporary. She was comfortable even as the passion she once felt dimmed. It seemed like a side effect of getting older and being with him for three, four and then five years. He proposed on their five year anniversary. Of course, she accepted because that’s what you’re supposed to do after all that time, right? It only took a few weeks before the excitement started to wane. She started thinking about the life she would have with Barry and she felt… unsure. She couldn’t put it into words but she wasn’t rushing to plan her dream wedding. She kept claiming work was the reason, which was half the truth. The engineering firm was planning to expand and she hoped that it would lead to a promotion she had been working towards for years.

Spoiler alert: she didn’t get the promotion. Feeling defeated with her career and the lack of passion in her relationship, she decided she needed space from The Big Apple. She told Barry that she had gotten the job, telling him that the job was out-of-state, making up the little lie so she could get out of the city. Barry, equally as ambitious as she was, understood what it would mean for her. They agreed to break off the engagement, looking at the separation as a chance to find themselves again. She felt a sense of relief at the distance; at the chance to figure out what went wrong and why her engagement ring didn’t feel the way she thought it would.

Not wanting to hear those three words ‘I told you so’ from her father, she knew deep down that she couldn’t go back home until she figured out her next steps in life. After searching online for jobs that suited her interests, she stumbled upon The Vinyl Hub. She thought the timing worked out perfectly and she jumped at the opportunity, finding housing in a Brownstone within Merrock’s historical downtown. Moving to Merrock was the first time she wasn’t reliant on anyone else but herself and she welcomed the independence, despite the adjustment. It was the first time she felt truly in control of her own life.

Now, with Chloe truly finding herself and her footing in Merrock, she decided to quit her job as a sales clerk at the Vinyl Hub and pursued a full-time job in coordinating youth events and programs at the Community Center. Along with Merrock Earth Club, she assists and organizes other enrichment programs at the Community Center, encouraging the youth of Merrock to participate in recreational games, recreational sports and educational activities offered at the Community Center. These days, she's pretty content when she's spending time with her friends, hanging out with her cat, and educating those in Merrock about the environment.

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[b4didea]

i'm not judging. i just don't understand this place.

❛ well , i can't really say i blame you , kid. ❜ the word kid isn't used in a demeaning way , more of an endearing one. hands are on her hips as she lets out a breath , ❛ i was a little younger than you when i met the doctor . . . the whole space box . . . time travel stuff . . . i thought it was rubbish! ❜ a pause , a small smile growing from the slight giggle she allowed to escape. ❛ -but i was still so intrigued & i waited YEARS for him to come back to me . . . & then he did. ❜ she states , ❛ -even then i had doubts. mostly out of fear. but the doctor helped me understand it . . . understand HIM. ❜ another pause , ❛ i think he could help you understand too . . . if you let him. ❜

there's a hand offered towards @janessaives , ❛ now you may not share my fears. but there's a whole universe out there & imagining that as an adult myself is hard to fathom. being with the doctor is like that sometimes too. ❜ her smile falters a bit , ❛ but it's worth it. even when it feels like it isn't. ❜

#𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌. › AMY POND. #hope this is okay!! let me know if you'd like something different though ! #janessaives

[thechangeling]

Thaís' List

I know this technically isn't a fanfiction but I was having lesbian feelings lol. Enjoy.

A list of reasons why I, Thaís Pedroso can not stand Janessa Williams. (I am NOT being petty. I am right. You will see)

1.  She owns a stupidly loud motorcycle.

2. Her annoyingly perfect bouncy shampoo commercial hair.

3. She always has to have the last word.

4. She's impatient and impulsive.

5. She dresses like such a stereotypical vampire it's almost offensive.

6. Practically every second word out of her mouth is a swear word.

7. She calls me Angel.

8. She's so stubborn.

8. Her obnoxiously perfect smile, which always  makes me feel weird and tingly inside.

9. She always steals my food even though SHE DOESN'T NEED TO EAT UGHHH

10. Her complete and utter disregard for the rules.

11. She's always staring at me.

12.  Her eyes are obnoxiously beautiful.

13. She's.. ridiculously brave. She'll always put herself in the line of fire to protect her friends.

14. Unfortunately she's actually really good at making me laugh. She has a wicked sense of humor.

15. She is excellent at reading me.

16. Sometimes she just disappears for hours and it always makes me feel uncomfortable not knowing where she is.

17. She has the most beautiful singing voice.

18. She always tells me to be careful everytime I leave to go on missions, even though I've told her I know what I'm doing.

19. Her skin is really soft.

20. She never sleeps and she won't tell me why.

21. I can tell that something is bothering her, but she just lies and says that it's nothing.

22. She makes me worry about her.

23. She wrote a song for me... and it made me cry.

24. She apparently stayed with me in the infirmary after I got hurt, but left before I woke up.

25. She took me to see local street art because she knew I would like it.

25. I can't fall asleep unless she sings to me.

26. Ok this is rapidly becoming a list about why I actually can stand her.

27. And maybe that's what terrifies me.

28. She smells so good. How is that even possible? She's technically dead.

29. I'm afraid of what this means. Of what this says about me, because she doesn't scare me.

30. She doesn't scare me at all.

31. I think I love her.

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#twp #tsc #thaís pedroso #janessa is my oc #janessa williams #fae's headcannons

[ofthejs]

𝐅𝑶𝐔𝑹𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝑹𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝑯𝐄 𝐌𝑬𝐀𝑫𝑶𝐖: 𝑨𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑.

“with each flicker of his spirit, he breathed life into the dormant embers of hope, scattering sparks of resilience across the dimly lit landscape.”

️️ ️️

Him.

⠀ ⠀ Name️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ : Jarelio Archer Tan

⠀ ⠀ Nickname️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ : Jarel, Iyo

⠀ ⠀ Birth️️date ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ : December 8th, 2002

⠀ ⠀ Birthplace ️️ ️️ ️️ : Surabaya, Indonesia

⠀ ⠀ Location️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ : Bali, Indonesia

⠀ ⠀ Nationality️️ ️️ : Indonesian

⠀ ⠀ Ethnicity ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ : Chinese Indonesian

⠀ ⠀ Language ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ : Bahasa Indonesia

⠀ ⠀ MBTI ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️: ENFP

⠀ ⠀ Zodiac️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ : Sagittarius

⠀ ⠀ Belief️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ : Moeslim

Physical Traits.

⠀ ⠀ Body Type ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️: Ectomorph

⠀ ⠀ Complexion ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ : Fair

⠀ ⠀ Eye Color️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ : Dark Brown

⠀ ⠀ Hair Color ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️: Depends on the mood

⠀ ⠀ Height️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ : 1.81

Chronicles.

⠀ ⠀ Almamater ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ : Universitas Udayana

⠀ ⠀ Major ️️ ️️ ️️⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ️️ : Informatics, Faculty of Math & Science

Jarelio’s childhood was marked by the void left by the absence of a mother figure, a void that was compounded by the limited affection he received from his father. Growing up without the nurturing presence of a mother, Jarelio found solace in the warm embrace of his older siblings. They became more than just siblings to him; they became his protectors, his confidants, and his source of unconditional love. In their care, he found a sense of belonging and security, a refuge from the hardships and uncertainties that surrounded him. As the youngest member of the family, Jarelio looked up to his siblings with admiration and awe. They served as role models, guiding him through the maze of life and teaching him invaluable lessons along the way. From the simplest tasks to the weightiest decisions, they were there to lend a helping hand, offering words of wisdom and encouragement. They nurtured his dreams and encouraged him to reach for the stars, instilling in him the belief that he was capable of achieving greatness.

After completing high school, Jarelio faced a pivotal decision about his future. Inspired by his brother, Jevarien’s footsteps, he chose to join him in Bali for college. The vibrant island offered new possibilities and a chance to pursue his passion for informatics. With determination in his heart, Jarelio enrolled in Universitas Udayana, eager to embark on this new chapter of his life. Balancing his studies with practical experience, Jarelio often lent a helping hand to Jevarien on various projects. Not only did this allow him to contribute to their shared goals, but it also provided him with some extra pocket money. He discovered the joy of learning and applying his knowledge in real-world scenarios, fueling his enthusiasm for his chosen field.

Jarelio possessed a mischievous nature that occasionally led to playful antics. However, he always maintained a sense of boundaries, ensuring that his actions didn’t cause major trouble or headaches for those around him. Despite his occasional stubbornness, Jarelio held a deep respect for his sister, Janessa, her strong presence and unwavering support commanded his attention and loyalty. Outside of their home, Jarelio exuded a cool and composed demeanor, but when surrounded by his beloved siblings, a transformation occurred. He became talkative and animated, especially when he engaged in storytelling sessions with Jessara. The more Jessara expressed her exasperation at his abundance of stories, the more Jarelio’s enthusiasm seemed to grow. It was a bond that brought them closer, with each tale strengthening their connection.

in the remarkable portrayal of Jarelio Archer, Park Sunghoon breathes life into the character.

️️ ️️

[shadowedvales]

@acceptedrisk, you know, you can tell me things if you need to.

the amount of curiosity coursing through her cold body was almost alarming; occasionally reaching an extent where it forged into something overwhelming, too. a thousand years she had been lost in strangling silence, stuck in an impermeable darkness where hours of the day merged together in one, non-linear structure. complete chaos beat inside the head and heart— until the light finally hit and ironically her life found reason. that overwhelming nature first began in the shape of a loud, albeit kind band of ghosts who all meant well: exceedingly proved in the way they handled themselves around her. soft but not condescending. always encouraging but never pressuring. to put it lightly, her emotions were complicated; unsure how to express bellowing mountains of words, all compiled in messy, erratic thoughts... (whether they'd even form sense if she tried was another story completely.) with the newest addition to their house, however, she discovered it actually was a little bit easier. perhaps it wasn't so terrible being a mere echo of yourself. especially when you're more alive than you ever were, back when drawing poisoned breaths. there is no harp of misery plucked, no child stained in prophecy or expectation. she is janessa ives and nothing less. she tugged a deep breath inwards, eyes cast down while carefully crafting the planned response; then glanced back up, briefly pausing before continuing.

“thank you, max.” she felt the same, hoping the girl would come to her if the desire ever struck. jane still struggled to grasp how this strange part of the world functioned, but knew by now that good prevailed beneath the surface. thanks to newfound trust, patches of personal history started being spoken aloud. “it can be hard. to ex-plane what i feel. make them understand.” she shrugged lazily, not thinking it too big a deal; she could acknowledge things were getting better, due solely to present company. “sometimes i do want to speak about… large feelings. from here.” she gestured to her chest with her pointed index finger, jabbing twice for emphasis. “but i do not really know how. i think i am still learning.”

#acceptedrisk. #ic. #button house. #queue.