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soolh1k · 10 months
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Skz ghosting you !
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notes: it's my first time trying to post this type of content, english is not my first language so apologies for any misspelling or grammar. i hope u like it !! :)))
type: text post | narrated text
genre: angst w no fluff
WARNINGS: swearing, a little bit angsty, let me know if you'd like me to tag u :)
Hyung line pt 2 | Maknae line
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༊ Christopher Bang
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dating chan was not easy, the job he has keeps him busy all the time but at the end of the day, he is doing what he loves, so you are happy no matter what, because you love him.
however, it was not the first time that he ghosted you, since he was always busy, he rarely checked his phone and it didn't bother you because you understood it, but little by little that attitude tired you out, no matter how much love him, he was not going to change.
as much as it hurt you, you had to get out of there, not only from the place where you lived together but from that relationship, it was destroying you. You packed up your things, your memories, your feelings and you left that place towards nowhere, thinking that you would feel better but it didn't.
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༊ Lee Minho
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more than angry, you're worried about Minho, it's been 9 days since he ghosted you. you didn't want to bother any of the boys by asking them because you felt it would be a burden.
dealing with minho's attitude was complicated, and you knew it from the beginning but that was one of the thousands reasons why you fell in love with him. Despite the fact that the ghosting has bothered you a little (a lot), you know that things can be solved but there must a clear communication, something that for the moment doesn't exist.
you would have to find a way to be able to talk to him, and at this point you weren't even thinking of giving up, you're going to talk about it, you're going to work things out and after that you'd be mad at him for being a bastard.
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༊ Seo Changbin
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this had never happened and you didn't expect it to happen either, you were very confused because you didn't know if Changbin was upset with you or why he ghosted, but you felt devastated.
you, being a very clever person, made you look ay the smallest details, therefore you didn't find any clues in the last days as to why he has ghosted you.
the only thing you knew is that it was horrible. those days without him were like hell, but you were afraid to text him again, maybe he would get more upset or what if he broke up with you.
you couldn't stop thinking about the odds, leading to misery.
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༊ Hwang Hyunjin
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yes, you know how dramatic this dumbass can be, but nothing really had happened in previous days for he to be acting this way. that was very strange, because when something bothered hyun, he tried to talk about it with you, he always considered that communication is the key point of a relationship.
ironic, isn't it? right now he was ghosting you, for no reason and that made you angry, you just wanted to have a good time with your boyfriend but apparently he was not willing to give you his time.
you didn't know whether to look for him, ignore him too or simply break up with him, even though it didn't seem very convenient, you love him and you would continue loving him for a long time, so you simply decided to wait for him to do something and get you back, and if he didn't, you would give up that beautiful relationship.
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lvmazzy · 1 year
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[11:40 pm] - timestamp!
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warnings: a little dirty talk, implied sex, misspellings, stable relationship, caresses, profanity, demonstration of feelings . . .
gender: timestamp, drabble, very fluff, little smut.
pairing: lee know x fem!reader
word/character count: 3K ( 3674 )
The colliding bodies make you shiver in response. You fall backwards onto the mattress, feeling your chest gasp, along with your slightly ragged breathing. 
Still panting, you feel Minho's fingers tracing senselessly from your arm to your shoulder. Slowly, opening your eyes, you smile in response, giving him a tender look. 
He tucks his head into the curve of your collarbone, making you feel his breath on your skin and as a result laugh. 
"What are you laughing at love?" - he asks still in that position. 
"It tickles." - you say referring to this position. 
"You're hot." 
"Maybe it's because I just had sex with you." - ironically, you retort humorously, causing an amused smile to appear on Minho's lips. 
He starts to let out small giggles that turn into laughter, making it impossible not to smile as well. 
"Hey, you weren't supposed to laugh! I was serious." - you reply in defense. 
"I know baby, I know." - with a silly grin, Minho replies full of love. 
His fingers tracing no meaning on your skin, running from your chin to your waist, he stares at you with love in his eyes.
Lately you've noticed that he's been a little needy, more than usual, even though you've been living together for almost 2 years, that was still a little strange, but you didn't complain. 
"I was wondering, do you think about spending the rest of the future with me?" - Minho asks with sure insecurity in his eyes. 
"But of course I do, you silly boy. Why the question?" 
"Ah, nothing. Just thinking, since we have been together for 3 years, I would like to know if your feelings for me still exist." 
"You're acting strange Min. talking nice words, being affectionate and very needy . . . could it be that the sex has affected you?" - you say standing up a bit and putting your hand on his forehead doing some drama. - You know I love you very, very much, there's no need to be insecure. If I had 1900 lives, I would love you in all of them." 
"How tacky!" 
"Your fault! You wouldn't convince yourself by just saying I love you." 
"And who says I don't?" - Lee Know replies with a smug smile on his lips. He moves closer to you, placing his callused and soft hands on your waist, moving closer for a kiss. The soft touch of lips colliding, along with tongues rolling in harmony, made you glow. No matter how many times he touched you, you would always get that feeling of butterflies in your stomach. A faint moan comes from your lips as he breaks away, breaking the kiss. 
"I'll be right back, I forgot something." - Minho leaves, leaving you confused on the bed.
When you return, he is more nervous than usual and that worries you. 
"Y/N I need to tell you something. Ever since we've been living together for almost two years, it's been on my mind. I am not very good with words, sometimes I can be a shit, and you know that very well. You are the most important person in my life, and I want to spend the rest of my days with you! I love you so much, it hurts. Y/N it's not a fancy, formal or pretty proposal, but will you marry me?" - At this point, tears welled up in your eyes. You looked at the little velvet box with a shiny blue ring inside and it was so beautiful. 
"You corny, of course I do, yes, a thousand times yes!!!". - still sniffling, you say euphorically and laughing, as he places the ring on your finger. Depositing a soft kiss on your lips, you feel on cloud nine. - "Is that why you were so needy these days? 
"Shut up." - laughing, Minho kisses you again, in a gentle and tender way. His hands roam around your waist, pulling you closer. You were his comfort, his safe haven, and nothing was going to change that.
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original by @lvmazzy , i do not accept adaptations, translations and republish!
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mytheoristavenue · 1 year
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TMNT 12 Adult!Donatello x OC 🍋 - Pick Up Lines
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Summary: Terra has always been terrible at dropping hints, and she should have known better than to take Mikey's advice.
Warnings: x OC, NSFW, MDNI, adult!donnie, adult!terra, adult!everyone, 19yo!donnie, 19yo!terra, light smut, mentions of anxiety, dirty humor, bully!donnie
A/N: This revolves around Donnie x Terra (my OC, whom I've never really talked about before.) Just for a little bit of context, I added a bit of background for her! Feel free to skip if you don't feel like reading!
Terra and Tori Phelps are paternal twins living on their own in NYC. Tori is a clepto, which leads to their initial meeting with the turtles. After the ordeal is over, Leo decides that they will keep an eye on the twins, finding too many connections with them and TCRI.
During their time with the turtles, the twins are involved in an accident while investigating an entomologist's lab, the girls are mutated into bugs, Terra an Atlas moth, and Tori a Rhinoceros beetle.
Thanks to Donnie, Terra has cybernetic implants in her wrist and temple, the former injects nutrients into her veins, and the latter that translate thoughts into text to speech, to compensate for her not having a mouth. The downside to this, is that she cannot have thoughts that aren't said out loud.
Terra's nickname is 'TerrorFly', of simply 'Fly' for short, obviously created by Mikey. 'Terror' is a stretched version of her name, which he says would strike fear into her enemy's hearts, making her seem intimidating to compensate for her frailty. The 'Fly' portion was added because, at the time, he mistook her for a butterfly.
Tori's nickname is 'RhinoBeatle'. This comes from the species of her mutation, accidentally misspelled. When corrected, Mikey insisted that it was wordplay, swapping 'beet' for 'beat', because of how tough she was.
Terra could never remember a time where she was able to out right say what she was thinking- that was before the accident. Now she highly valued her private thoughts, considering she didn't have the privilege of having them. Now all her thoughts were known by her friends, and nothing could be done but wait patiently for Don to finish perfecting the retromutagen. Though, as the years passed, she lost hope and became more comfortable with her current state and situation.
In spite of herself, as time flew, she found herself falling deeper and deeper in love with Donatello, someone who, at first seemed to be the bad guy. When they'd first met, she'd even accused him of kidnapping her, and now she simply giggled at the idea. He really was a sweet guy, and she knew it was a misunderstanding, but it was still funny to recall.
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"Can you stop?" Tori huffed, crossing her arms at her sister as she tried to watch television. "If you can't be quiet, go somewhere else."
"Lighten up, mama," Mikey grinned. "Fly can't help that she's down horrendous for Donnie."
"Mikey!" Terra's electronic voice squealed. "No, I'm not! Don't say that!"
"You are, and it's disgustingly obvious." The beetle snarled. "All I ever hear from you is: 'Oh, Donnie looks so hot today!' and 'Oh no, Donnie has to tune my little gizmos today! I'm so nervous!' Gross."
Terra crossed her arms and pouted, stewing in humiliation. "Lay off, ladies, no need to bicker." the turtle soothed, standing up and sitting back down between them, wrapping his arms around them and pulling them in. "It's not a problem, you're just goin' about it all wrong."
"What do you mean?" the moth asked, her antennae twitching with curiosity.
Mikey grinned, lowering his voice and leaning in. "Here's what you're gonna do-"
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Terra tensed as she felt footsteps enter the kitchen behind her as she stirred salt into a pot of boiling water, preparing to add in some pasta for dinner.
"Hey- be careful!" Donnie's voice suddenly shouted sternly, coming behind her to carefully take the pot away. "You know your not supposed to be cooking. What if you hurt yourself? You're so, so delicate, when will you understand that?" he lightly scolded, still dangerously close to her, reaching around her to turn the burner off on the stove.
"Hot, hot, hot, hot-" a robotic voice chanted.
"No shit," he replied with an annoyed sigh. "Did you burn your hand or something?"
Terra quickly shook her head no, steeping aside to let herself calm down a bit. "Sorry, I just wanted to be nice and cook dinner for everyone..."
Don sighed, realizing how overprotective he was being before pinching the bridge of his nose. "No, I'm sorry. Of course you can cook dinner, just let me help you, okay? That way if something happens, I'll already be here."
She nodded in agreeance, pulling down the needed supplies to chop some vegetables while he took over the pasta. As the minutes ticked by, she found the air between them silent as her voice muttered lowly with every passing thought- something he'd become accustomed to and hardly paid any mind.
"Uhm..." she began hesitantly. "A-Are you boiling water? Because y-you're pretty hot?"
He snickered a bit, barely acknowledging the statement. "Really smooth, Mikey teach you that one?"
Her shoulders instantly slumped as tears pricked her overwhelmed eyes. "No." she mumbled, defeated and too bashful to elaborate.
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Donnie walked into the living room to find her reading on the couch, back pressed to the cushions and two pairs of arms in the air to uphold the book. "Lay on your tummy, Terra." he called nonchalantly as he pass her. He got static feedback as a response, the equivalent of an aggerated grumble. "Don't talk back to me! You wanna tear one of her wings, be my guest, but don't come crying to me to fix it."
Terra's blacked out eyes rolled as she begrudgingly fixed her posture, laying back down on her stomach, book laid out in front of her. To her surprise, the terrapin plopped down on the sofa, dangerously close to her, close enough for her antennae to tickle his thighs. Her breathing became heavy as she could tried to quail her overwhelming thoughts as they threatened to become loud enough to be audible. "Oh not this again." he suddenly complained, dramatically tossing his hand toward the book in dismissal before taking it from her.
"What?"
"This manga is so dumb," he scoffed at the pirate themed anime. "I mean, you've got this rubber kid that's got like- what? Two and a half braincells and somehow still manages to make everything work for him? I swear, it makes less sense than that stupid space show Leo likes." He ranted theatrically, irritating the moth.
"I like it!" she protested, snatching it back from him. "It's charming..."
"You would like it," he chuckled as she stewed, crossing her arms and sat up on her legs. "Hey- don't do that, don't pout." She threw her head in the opposite direction with a huff. "Don't be mad at me..." he soothed, gently putting a hand on her head, petting her hair gently. "Please, Fly?" She reluctantly dropped the act, leaning into his touch, something he reveled in.
"Speaking of pirates..." she began nervously, fiddling with the pages of the book. "Are you one?"
"Not last time I checked?"
"B-Because I got some booty for you to find..." Much to her dismay, Donnie broke out tin a fit of hearty laugher, causing her face to heat up exponentially. "Don't laugh! What's funny?"
"You are, Fly." he cooed, giving her a genuine smile, before standing up and whisking himself away to his lab, shaking his head amused.
"But...I don't wanna be funny..."
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"Terra, stop moving." Donnie commanded as she flinched again. "Terra!"
"Sorry!" she squeaked, flinching again. "It hurts, Don."
He sighed a bit, setting his tools down for a moment. "I know it does, but we're almost done, I promise. It'll only hurt a bit longer. Just try to be good and still for me, hmm?" She nodded hesitantly, bracing herself as the connection between her 'feeding brace' and vein was severed. "Very good," he praised, setting the device to the side for cleaning, before pressing a cotton ball to the pinhole in her arm to cease the bleeding and secured it with medical tape.
"Now then, since the nectar storage is empty, I'm gonna assume your full?" he asked, flicking the small glass tube. She nodded in confirmation. "Think you can go the rest of the day with out it?" Another nod made him smile. "Good deal. I'll make sure and reinstall if before bedtime, 'kay?"
"Okay," she replied, glancing around as she sat in her designated chair. "Is it okay if I watch you clean it? I wanna learn how to do it myself."
He thought for a moment before shrugging. "Well, you really can't fully clean it without removing it, and I don't think it's a good idea for you to do that alone. But I suppose if you'd like to keep it a little cleaner in between tune ups, I can show you how."
Minutes passed she watched intently as he showed her how to dip cotton swabs in rubbing alcohol, dragging it along the seems to pick up the dirt in them. "Huh, that's funny." he remarked, hardly paying her any mind as he continued his demonstration.
"What is?"
Nearly everyday for the past week, Terra had dropped some ridiculous pick up line on him, assumingly to make him laugh, as he'd been admittedly very stressed lately, though, today she was even quieter than usual. "No pick up lines today?"
Terra shook her head no, glancing away a tad somberly. "I didn't think you liked them," she sadly confessed, catching his interest.
"What makes you say that? I loved 'em."
The moth quickly glanced back up to him, confused and surprised. "But you always laugh?"
"Well, yeah?" he snickered, setting his tools down. "They're just flirty jokes, Terra. They don't really mean anything." A beat of silence passed as she boiled in her embarrassment. Donnie couldn't help but feel his curiosity grow as to why this seemed to have her so upset. "Why...did you want them to mean something?"
She didn't have to answer for him to connect the dots, he was able to build a conclusion simply to the tune of her translator whirring, operating with no thoughts to communicate. "Terra..." he trailed, taking a deep breath, hoping he hadn't misread any signals. "You shoulda just told me." he smiled a bit, leaning closer to her, reaching out to catch her chin and guide her gaze back to him. "Do you got a little crush on me?"
Her cheeks burned as her eyes widened far enough that he could see the slivers of white beyond her oversized pupils. "W-What?" she squeaked, her text to speech voice mummering thousands more words behind her reaction. "W-Why would you think that?"
"So...if I kissed you, you'd push me away?" he asked, almost coyly, glancing up toward the ceiling, a smirk still playing on his lips. "'Cuz I will if you ask me to." He reveled in the sight of her stirring in a frenzy, a harsh juxtaposition to his cool demeanor. Carefully, while she was distracted, he quickly reached up and switched off he translator with a snicker, before retracting his hand and looking away, dramatically trying to play himself off as innocent.
The mechanical rambling that filling the lab suddenly halted, leaving Terra frozen, gripping at her throat. It merely took her seconds to crack the case as she shot him a harsh glare, telepathically urging him to turn it back on as she struggled to find the switch. "What's the matter?" he teased, laughing at her expense before leaning in again. "Why don't you try and tell me what you want without it, after all, actions speak louder than words."
With a puff in her cheeks, Terra finally had had enough of his bullying, reaching out and squishing Donnie's cheeks together, and crashing her face to his with furrowed brows. He had to admit, it was bit awkward, kissing something that wasn't there, but he was excited by it all the same.
"See?" he chuckled, pulling away a bit, looming over her. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" She begrudgingly shook her head, pouting a bit. "Where else, Fly?"
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Donnie couldn't help but beam up at her as she helped herself to his lap, wings fully unfurled, hair mussed, and face looking as if she might come undone right there on top of him. He skin was decorated with his kisses and bitemarks, none actually harsh enough to hurt. He was having trouble coming to terms with the fact that this all was real, and it was her dough hips in his hands, and it was him she was on top of- it was him taking things form her and giving his own in exchange.
"Look so pretty like this," he mumbled under his breath, breaking the silence that the absence of her thoughts had created. He had spent this whole time showering her with praise, and somewhere along the way, she'd stopped reacting to it. she couldn't hear it anymore over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. "Fuck," he cursed, clenching his eyes shut as she rocked against him, feeling the most intense feeling crash against him.
He deduced that the feeling must have been mutual, ash Terra writhed, back bending drastically, and eyes watering with tears threatening to fall. Suddenly, her body fell onto his like a rock on a serene pond, and he caught her, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "Hey," he whispered, prompting her to very sleepily lift her head.
"Are you copper? 'Cuz I feel a spark with you, and that was electric."
A/N: This was very dumb (my entry, not the challenge) and I'm super embarrassed by it, but I promised I'd finish it, so here it is! 😅 Thank you to @thelaundrybitch for tagging me, and thank you to @post-apocalyptic-daydream for letting me participate!
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muppetk · 8 months
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Amazon prime just dropped Red, White and Royal Blue. [note: first part of this is basically spoiler free. I’ll warn before I switch into talking actual details.] I adored the book so it was like GIMME GIMME RIGHT THE HELL NOW. And… I have mixed feelings about it. Really mixed.
If I had never read the book, I would be reasonably happy with this movie. It was about a prince of England falling in love with the First Son of the US. It was fun, it was cute, and my god they did NOT shy away from the gay. If you too have never read the book, go watch and enjoy! (And then grab the book because dear lord it is so much better. And the audiobook reader does an absolutely delightful job.)
If you have read the book before and are excited about the movie…. Take a deep breath and maybe a xanax before watching. I spent a lot of the movie ranting in text to friends. Obviously they’re going to have to simplify a 400 page book down for a two hour movie. But… It’s like someone read the book, who told someone about it, who then told a 3rd person, and the third person told a fourth, etc and around the 7th person on this chain wrote the script. The characters are different and the dialogue was Very Different. They wrote out the American lead’s sister entirely! They deleted the British lead’s sister’s backstory. And they made Alex (American lead)…. Less smart, less competent and a bit more impulsive. And that bugged the shit out of me.
(Side Note: hooooooo Boy did they cast for pretty with Alex. So pretty.)
Like — the basic plot points are there but they’ve shuffled up so many details. And flattened out many of the characters and went full Hollywood on some other things. It felt very Hallmark only I do not recall Hallmark having quite that much in the way of sex scenes.
OH OH OH — AND THERE IS A SMALL POST CREDIT SCENE THAT WAS FUN. DO NOT MISS.
And now for slightly more specifics… so HEAR YE HEAR YE AND BE WARNED, SPOILERS FOLLOW.
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The movie feels like it lobotomized the book. Not entirely. But enough. It’s lost some complexity, which okay I understand.
But in the book … everything was smarter. Alex was brilliant and competent. He’s a young man who’s been in the public eye for years and knows how to handle it. In the movie he flails in front of the camera. And remember that gorgeous, gorgeous epistolary portion? Absolutely butchered. Not removed entirely but exactly one, short historic quote and otherwise could have been written by any two teenagers who missed each other.
And the dialogue… mostly different. Very little that I recognized from the book. THE DIALOGUE IN THE BOOK WAS SO GOOD WHAT WERE THEY THINKING. THEY KEPT LIKE 3-4 LINES.
And then there’s the way the movie sacrificed almost everything female except for the President herself. It *hurts* the way Nora June (I screwed up the name of the sister) was completely erased. Bea still exists but she really doesn’t do much aside from providing some bland support for Henry. They even changed the character of the Queen, Henry’s grandmother, to the King, Henry’s grandfather. (I will cut them a little slack for that though because of who they cast for the King. Who was such a fun surprise I will just tell you to look it up yourself if you really have to know rather than spoil the surprise even though I warned for spoilers) And Henry’s mom isn’t on screen at all, let alone doing the big dramatic stand up to her parent thing.
Like… yay queer rep! Yay bi rep! Yay multi racial rep and BIPOC! But did they have to get rid of most of the strong women? And I think they whitewashed Zara. Whose name I am totally misspelling.
Also. ALSO. WHO THE FUCK KEEPS THE TURKEY SCENE AND GETS RID OF MOST OF THE HILARIOUS OF IT?? WHY WOULDNT THEY KEEP THE AMAZING PANICKED ALEX CALLING HENRY BECAUSE HE THINKS THE TURKEY IS GOING TO KILL HIM? WHY?? Instead he just happens to be on the phone with Henry? In fairness, they shot the scene really well. Some very neat visuals.
SO. if you loved the book, you can enjoy the movie but keep your expectations low. Think of it a little like how Howl’s Moving Castle was totally different in book vs Movie.
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saraa-lancee · 8 months
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If you don't mind, I think I've had a minor Epiphany about Gender and Names and I'm just gonna....
I've honestly really always hated my name. Not like in a visceral way but like. It just doesn't Feel Correct. It's Not Me in a way I can't explain.
I've felt this way since literally forever. As a kid, my brain rationalized it in a few ways.
It's a very popular name-- i was one of many. It was *the* popular name in my cohort until I got to high school. I don't know if that area was just booming with Raechels (and all 100 ways to spell it) or what. I feel like most little kids probably wouldn't love being one of like 10. It brings practical problems (are they talking to me? About me? Am I supposed to respond) but also like. Why does everyone (except for Ben and Ben) else get their own name, I guess. I don't know, I was in elementary school. But i always said I hated my name because it was so popular.
Then, I just hated it because of the way its spelled. I used to get teased about it. I don't think it was outright bullying because it wasn't ever genuinely mean but it still hurts when it happens a lot, y'know. It's technically spelled phonetically but everyone else spells it at least five different ways but mine was the Weird Way that nobody had ever seen. They'd seen Rachel and Racheal and Rachell and Raychel and whatever. But whenever other kids saw my name, they would make fun of how it's spelled. They'd intentionally say it wrong even though they knew I got upset (hell, some people still do that). They would say it wrong and say it wrong and it upset me and tease me for my "name being spelled wrong". (Like, It's not actual bullying but to this day when just about every one asks "is it pronounced Rachel or Rachelle" I flinch and i hate it. It's a professional setting and I was never even *actually* bullied but I still hate it).
Like, it's easy to say well obviously I don't like my name because it's common or it's irritating that everyone misspells or mispronounces my name (I'm side-eyeing you, DMV guy who took four tries to get it right). But at the end of the day, you don't actually really hate your name in those situations-- you hate your name being wrong. The name itself is fine. But for me, I realized recently that the problem wasn't just the irritation-- it was the name itself.
Like, when I think of myself, I've never ever thought my name matched, y'know? It's so hard to explain l but I'm hoping somebody might get it. Like, the name has always felt wrong on my tongue, on my lips. Ever since I was a child I just remember this feeling of "I'm not Raechel".
I went through a brief period recently of "i don't hate it, I just need to reframe it! I share a name with Rachel Carson, someone who was very important in Eagle conservation (something that is important to me)." But then I just really came to the realization that... I don't. I don't because *im not a Raechel*. (Any way you spell it)
I used to collect names (in a non-writer way) as a kid. Names I liked-- names I liked the sound of. Based on nothing, really. Susan. Margo. Carmen. Just characters in books or whatever. And I used to almost... try them on for myself. Whisper them and repeat them in my head and Think of them. But they weren't Right. And it felt a bit frustrating because My Name was Wrong and I couldn't find one that I thought felt better-- like shoe shopping but all they have is half sizes in the wrong direction. So I grew up, went to high school, and it was Whatever. Fuck it.
But now... I think I've always just been Like This and My Name just Didn't Match.
So I collected and tried on Girls Names because I was a Girl (just a bizzare Girl) and maybe I didn't like my name but I'd find one, as you do. As an autistic person, I think it just literally didn't occur to me at the time to consider "boy names" (black and white thinking and all). The concept of "other" or breaking a Labeled Box just didn't occur to me.
But a few months ago (maybe), something just snapped and the name Soren popped into my head. And I haven't been able to ignore it since. There's just... something about it.
At the end of the day, the name Soren has a lot of personal meaning to me, right from childhood. Maybe I'll decide it doesn't fit after all, who knows 🤷 Maybe it doesn't represent All of Me, but it definitely represents a Part of Me. (I don't think that makes any sense either but I digress).
So yeah, I've disliked my name because It's Not Me but I don't hate it because it Represents me. For now, I think I like Soren. I don't know, and I might decide later. I've never even had the courage to do the Starbucks thing (I am working woth social anxiety here) I don't know how I'm going to do this going forward (irl, etc) but for now, I Am Soren in some weird way I was never Raechel.
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For the fanfiction writing asks--
30, 31, 42, 67, 74, & 79
67: (it required specifics) Hot Glue and Drumsticks
OMG THANK YOU FOR ASKING I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD 😘😘😘😘😘😘
30- How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?
Very little to be completely honest 😂 most of the time the only editing i do is just to make sure that there’s no misspelled words but that’s about it, and most of the time i miss a few things and have to fix it after they’re posted :p
31- Do you use a beta reader/editor?
I do not!
To be honest, that’s more of a personal choice though. A few years ago when i used to write in high school i had one but unfortunately they were not someone i could trust and they ended up stealing a lot of my work and reporting it when i finally ended up posting it :/ they ended up deactivating their account a while ago, i cant even remember the name of it but i hope they learned their lesson :p
42- What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?
To be honest with you, i usually hate the titles i come up with 😂 but i think my favorite out of all of them (and technically i didn’t even come up with this) is Adventures In Babysitting
I’m a huge 80’s fan so of course i love all the movies and music and all that from the decade and i was watching the movie with my mom when i came up with the idea for the fic so i just decided to give it the same title!
67- (hot glue and drumsticks) If a fic was titled [insert made up title], what would this story be about/how would you write it?
Ooooh that’s a good one!
For hot glue i think i would make something along the lines of a Hellfire Club fic where reader helps them make costumes for all their DnD characters for a tournament. Let’s face it, those nerds would be all over cosplaying as their characters for tournaments and cons.
Drumsticks would definitely have to be a Gareth fic! Maybe one where he sees you in a music shop looking at the shelves of drumsticks and he’s surprised that there’s a girl who likes to play the drums instead of guitar or one of the more ‘popular’ instruments.
I may have to write these now 🤭
74- Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?
Honestly, one of my favorite fics that i’ve ever written has been Safe.
I know that it’s not something everyone is super comfortable reading, but it was very personal to me to put something like that out there and i wish it got more appreciation, not only because it’s something that i put a lot of effort into but because with this kind of art form i don’t see many people going into the personal and deep aspects of relationships with these characters.
It also took a lot of time for me to write, i started writing it back in September and it was difficult for me just because i had to think back on how i act when i get triggered.
79- Do you have any writing advice you want to share?
Don’t ever stop.
If it’s something that makes you happy, keep at it until you get sick of it.
When i had my old account i was so passionate about writing again and i was heartbroken when it was accidentally deleted.
Every single piece of work that i had on there was completely wiped and though i wasn’t able to save all of it i was able to pick myself back up and with the help of some close friends i had who saved my work i was able to archive about 90% of it.
I wanted to quit right then and there because i didn’t want to start all over on all the hard work i had put into that account but being able to write and have an outlet for my creativity again really helped me. It gave me a hobby that i didn’t feel embarrassed about anymore and i’m glad that so many people love and appreciate all of the work i put out there.
And don’t be embarrassed about writing fanfics!
I know there’s definitely some people out there who think it’s weird that people write fanfiction but if you like to do it and it makes you happy and it’s not hurting anyone then it’s not their problem wether they think it’s weird or not!
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rawralittlerawr · 1 year
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A New Year
A few hours before midnight on New Year's Eve I realized that someone had written a review for my newest story. My very first review!
I had been taking a break from doing much writing or even checking my reports while my wife was home on a staycation, and since I hadn't checked my reports in a few days, when the review was left on the 29th, I hadn't even realized.
Imagine how excited I was though. I decided to go on my reports and save screengrabs of my EOM and EOY numbers so that I wouldn't fall too far behind on my reports. And low and behold, there was a review.
I was excited until I went to the review. Then it felt like my stomach was gonna bottom out.
The first thing that caught my eye was that the person had left a 1-star, 4-word review but had not read a single episode of the story before or after leaving it. (I can see in my reports when someone reads an episode and I had 0 reads that day and for several days leading up to the review and for several days afterwards)
The next thing that caught my eye was that the very first word was a mistake. It was clearly intended to be the word "wasn't" but instead a different word had been autocorrected in its place. Basically, it was clear that they misspelled the word "wasn't" and it autocorrected to a different one. The autocorrected word was so out of the ordinary (and not even close to the word wasn't) that there is absolutely no way the person's device/phone would have autocorrected it to that specific word unless it was a word they use ALL THE TIME.
I know only one person who uses that specific word ALL THE TIME. They literally use it in every single social media post as some stupid signature, in some made-up quote of theirs.
After a ton of digging and speaking to someone else who knows this person better than I...we determined that, most likely, after my former main meta accounts were hacked and disabled in November, and I started using an old account, they realized they could see me on social media again as I did not have them blocked on the ones I'm using again now. It didn't even occur to me to look for and block them since it had been a while since I'd had any problems with them.
All the evidence points to them going on my facebook and clicking the link for one of my stories and leaving a nasty review to try to get at me.
After speaking to this other person, we also realized that it's possible he was the one who hacked my accounts to begin with. He has experience in hacking and has done it before apparently. Which I didn't know about in November. I also found out he'd been trying to harass this other person, this other family member, and had been posting shit that made it clear he had been experiencing manic episodes, which is no excuse. But it felt like another clue, another piece of evidence that he is the culprit.
Am I overreacting? I don't think so. A one-star review can really hurt an author when they don't have any other reviews yet. Especially a new author. And it feels like a punch to the gut to see that damn review every time I look at my story now. For many reasons. But the biggest one is this! It's a reminder that I'll never be 100% free to live my life without having to look over my shoulder as long as he still exists. He's supposedly been "d*ying" of cancer, or of this or that, for several holiday seasons in a row now. But it's hard to trust a single word that comes out of his mouth, so who knows.
***TW***
The person in question is my birth father, who I have not spoken directly to or seen since I was a little girl, FOR GOOD REASON. He is a horribly evil, conniving, manipulative, abusive, person who has over the years, when he gets in a mood, threatened, stalked, harassed, and attempted to cause harm to me and/or other members of my family. The whole reason I haven't seen or spoken to him in so long is because of horrible physical, mental, and s*xual abuse. He is a serial abuser who has never really had to pay for his crimes. It took years for my mom to get herself and my sister and me away from him. And when she finally did, I vowed to never see or speak to him again.
The last time he popped up out of the blue trying to start shit while wallowing in self-pity, and playing the woe is me game, was a few Christmas' ago. Around the holidays always seems to be the worse. And apparently this holiday season was no different, although I didn't realize it until it was too late.
Now I have to either wait until someone else comes along and (hopefully) leaves me a better review, or find someone who is willing to read a few episodes and give me an honest review, that again, will HOPEFULLY be better than 1-star. And honestly, I feel if someone willing to leave a review actually reads the episodes I have so far written, they would find it worthy of more than 1 star.
Is there a chance that it was someone else? There is always a chance! But the chances of someone I don't know and who isn't in any of my vella groups, just coincidently finding that story amongst all the tens of thousands of others, someone just stumbling across it (it's not in the top or featured or anything so it wouldn't have been easy to find without either searching for it specifically OR going to my facebook and clicking on it) seems pretty slim. And then when you factor in that the same person would have to be a reader who is hateful enough to leave a shitty review, without having even read a single episode...well, the chances of it being anyone else just keep going down in my mind. I've seen some pretty scalding, almost ignorant reviews, but most REAL readers wouldn't just leave a review without actually reading any of the story.
I was already experiencing a bit of writer's block before all of that. And all this crap certainly hasn't helped. In addition, I'm caught now between a rock and a hard place. Could I block him again on my social media? Sure I could. I've done it before. BUT - then how am I to know, how am I to have a heads up that he is in a mood, and is starting his shit again if I block him? And because I am using my social media to promote my stories, I can't lock down and make my social media as private as I used to have it, before I started writing again and actually publishing this time. And because of being hacked and disabled and losing my accounts, I am having to tread lightly. The account I'm using now was an old account I had created to make a business page back in the day. And M*ta STILL won't let me create brand new accounts because the hacker left MY phone number and email address on my account even after hacking and changing everything else, like profile name, account profile, friends, etc. They also won't allow me to report that I was hacked or dispute any of what happened or submit proof. So I can't use my personal information to create new accounts, can't report the theft of my old ones...just kinda f*cked all around.
It hasn't been the best start to a new year, and the last three months of 2022 were nothing short of shitty! But I'm trying to press on. No way I'm gonna just sit down and give up. He can kick rocks and get f*cked.
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raeofgayshine · 3 years
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It’s... funny how
Sometimes you can just be going about your day
Doing the same things as you did earlier
But all of the blue something hits you, and you’re reminded all over again what happened.
And suddenly you’re hurt and upset, just when you thought maybe you were starting to move on and find peace from the pain.
October really has been a month. But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at even just it the same again.
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waitineedaname · 3 years
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"Accidently ending a phone call with your roommate with a casual ‘I love you’ seems like a very good reason to move out"
For benrey @ gordon?
“And can you pick up some oat milk while you’re there? I just realized I’m out.”
“Man, oat milk freaks me out,” Benrey said, pushing their shopping cart towards the dairy section anyway. “Like, do oats even have, uh. Others?”
“Others?” There was a beat of silence as Gordon attempted to figure out exactly what the hell Benrey was talking about. “You mean udders?”
“Yeah. Cow things.”
“Dude, that’s not how oat milk works.” Gordon’s laugh made Benrey’s cheap phone speakers crackle.
“Then how does it work? Huh? Mister scientician?” Benrey propped the phone between their ear and shoulder as they opened the fridge door to grab the brand of oat milk he knew Gordon liked.
“I don’t fucking know! I’m not a goddamn milk scientist.” Even through a phone call, Benrey could hear the smile on Gordon’s face. “They squeeze juice out of the oats or smush them into a paste or something. I don’t know. Stop making me think about how oat milk works, it’s going to make me not want to drink it anymore.”
“Cool, so I’ll buy milk with extra lactose then.”
“You will not, unless you wanna deal with me laying on the couch complaining all afternoon because my stomach hurts.”
“You do that anyway.”
“Fuck off, man.” Gordon’s tone of voice didn’t carry any bite to it. “Alright, I gotta go, I’m almost at the end of the queue to pick Joshie up. I’ll see you back at home, okay?”
“Mhm. Love you, bye.” Benrey hung up and shoved their phone back in their jacket pocket. They unfolded the shopping list and attempted to decipher the mix of their own chicken scratch, Gordon’s doctor handwriting, and the occasional misspelled request for snacks in Joshua’s six year old handwriting. Okay, they had to get those frozen chicken nuggets Joshua liked, another pack of seltzer, a can of black beans since Gordon was planning to cook dinner tonight-
Thinking about Gordon made them suddenly freeze in place as they realized what they’d just done. Did… Did they just say “love you” on the phone with Gordon?
Aw, fuck.
They’d been living with Gordon for a while now. It hadn’t always been an easy thing for either of them. When they’d been freshly respawned, both of them had been jumpy around each other at best, and at worst, they were at each other’s throats trying to kill each other. It took a long time and a lot of uncomfortable conversations for them to get to the point where they could interact without an unbearable amount of tension. From there, they were able to start rebuilding an actual friendship. Turns out, they got along a lot better when they weren’t in mortal danger. Who knew!
Living with Gordon involved a lot of rules, both spoken and unspoken. They involved stuff like “don’t ask weird questions about Gordon’s feet,” “if one of them gets too angry, walk it off instead of actually fighting,” and “no gross body horror in front of Gordon’s son.” It also involved shit like “please for the love of god don’t put empty juice cartons back in the fridge” and “don’t stain the carpets with Sweet Voice, this is a rental and that security deposit is worth getting back.” So far, Benrey hadn’t had too much trouble following the rules. They had been a security guard, after all; following rules was supposed to be their thing. Besides, they were a low price to pay to get to spend time with Gordon.
One of those early unspoken rules, however, had been “keep the flirting to a minimum.” That one had been a little tricky at first, but it had been necessary, especially back when they still weren’t on the best of terms. Benrey learned that when Gordon was already worked up, blowing a kiss did the opposite of diffusing the situation. This was news to Benrey. Who didn’t love a little kiss from their buddies? Lame.
That had been an early rule, though, and one that had kind of faded into the background over time. The longer they lived together, the more physically affectionate they both got, and a little domesticity is only to be expected when you share a household. It was nice. Comfortable.
And then Benrey had to go and say “I love you” on the phone. What the fuck.
That had to be crossing a line, right? Gordon was fine with some handholding and some cuddling and they’d make dinner together once a week, but this had to be pushing it.
Benrey went through the rote motions of buying the rest of their groceries without really paying attention, too busy panicking. There was only one option. They had to move out. This was fine. This was totally fine. They could just crash on Tommy’s couch until they find a place of their own because there was no way this wasn’t going to make Gordon freak the fuck out. As much as they loved fucking with Gordon, they’d learned there was the fun kind of freaking him out and the bad kind of freaking him out. They were fairly certain this fell into the bad category.
By the time that they were walking up to their apartment door, they were already mentally packing up all their things, resigned to their fate. They were so stuck in their own head that Joshua barreling into their legs when they opened the door actually startled them.
“Benny!” Joshua cheered, clinging to their jeans.
“Hey, li’l dude.” Benrey carefully tried to push past the kid without tripping over him on the way to the kitchen. Tragically, that’s where Gordon also happened to be.
“Hey, what took you so long?” Gordon asked, taking some of the grocery bags from them. “I thought you’d gotten lost in Costco again.”
Benrey grunted noncommittally and started putting away groceries instead of answering Gordon. Maybe if they didn’t look at him, they could avoid confronting whatever Gordon’s reaction was. Yeah, definitely, this seemed like a sustainable, reasonable decision to make. Yep.
“Dude.” Gordon’s hand suddenly appeared on their forearm. Benrey stared at it, then looked up at Gordon’s concerned face. “Are you okay?”
“Huh?”
“You’re putting carrots in the utensil drawer.”
Benrey looked down at their hands again. Oh. So they were.
“You’ve been acting weird ever since you got back from the store,” Gordon said, gently taking the carrots away from them. “Did something happen? You wanna talk about it?”
Benrey screwed their mouth up. No, they didn’t want to talk about it, but learning how to talk through things like adults was something they both had agreed to do. That had been a rule introduced by an exasperated Tommy, sick of mediating their bullshit. So, they sighed and looked away while Gordon put the carrots in the vegetable drawer of the fridge. “I was thinking about how I’ve gotta move out.”
“What?” Gordon stood up too fast and smacked his head on the freezer door. He swore loudly, and Benrey reached over to hand him a bag of frozen peas to put on the back of his head. “Thanks. But also, what? Since when are you moving out?”
“Uh, since now?” Benrey said, confused. Shouldn’t it be obvious?
“Why?”
“‘Cause I said I love you on the phone? Dummy? You, uh, a fucking old man got bad brain disease, not remembering things?” They said, defaulting to picking on Gordon to avoid focusing on anything else. Gordon stared blankly at them for a moment, then, against all odds, a grin spread across his face.
“Benrey,” He said, and Benrey decided he didn't like that tone one bit, “Are you embarrassed?”
“Whuh? No.” There was no way they could be embarrassed. That definitely wasn't what was going on here. Nope. Not a bit, “...Maybe.”
“Dude, you don't have to be embarrassed about that.” Gordon laughed. “Do you know how often I've said stupid Freudian slips? I called my sixth grade teacher mom once and wanted to change my name and move to Canada. I've been there.”
“It wasn't, uh… It wasn't too much? Not crossing a line or anything?”
“Nah, man. It was kinda sweet.” Gordon flashed him a smile and finished putting away the last of the groceries.
“Cool.” Benrey relaxed, letting go of the tension that had been building in their shoulders. “That's good ‘cause I was gonna fight you for custody of your Xbox.” Gordon snorted.
“Good fucking luck, you’re too much of a Playstation guy to win that case.”
The evening passed relatively uneventfully from there. Gordon enlisted Benrey’s help in cooking dinner, and Joshua eagerly told them all about the cool dinosaur facts he’d learned in class that day. They went through the easy routine of watching just one episode (which of course always turned into several episodes) of Joshua’s choice of TV, then Benrey helped wash up in the kitchen while Gordon put Josh to bed. Gordon joined them as they finished washing dishes and squeezed Benrey’s shoulder affectionately when they were done.
“Alright, man, I think I’m gonna head to bed early tonight.”
Benrey nodded. “Cool. I’ll be quiet.”
“Don’t worry about it. G’night, dude.”
“Night, Gordon.”
“Oh, and Benrey?” Gordon paused in the doorway of his bedroom and waited until Benrey glanced up at him. Gordon smiled. “Love you too.”
He shut the door before Benrey could respond, leaving Benrey to stare blankly at the door. They let out a groan, careful not to wake Joshua. Oh, Gordon was going to be the death of them.
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tartagliad · 3 years
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Seeing you for the first time pt.2 (ft. Albedo, Xingqiu, Venti, and Razor)
summary: how they react when seeing you for the first time
G/N reader
warning(s): misspellings, grammar mistakes (?), some scenes from windblume festival in Venti's and some from Razor's lore and a little angst ig
fluff!
(A/N: hey there, I'm back..this time I wrote for the other characters, i hope you enjoyed it)
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Albedo:
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You met this boy at Dragonspine
That boy literally spent 24/7 of his life in that place ._.
He was at Starglow Cavern, painting cave structures and some hilichurls
You entered the cave and continued your adventure there (finding the history about the place)
Suddenly, a bunch of hilichurls started to attacked you..
There he saw how calm you are in that position, just swaying your sword back and forth elegantly
He just stands there and didn't realise that you've finished fighting the hilichurls and stared at him
"You know..it's not nice to just stand there and do nothing" you joke
"Oh..uhh sorry, I kinda zoned out.." he blurts
"ahaha, it's alright..i can see it on your face" you said
Albedo is literally stunned by your appearance, your figure, your eyes, everything
"I'm y/n, are you always go to this place?" you asked him
"Oh uhh, yes actually..i always do some research on this place..I'm Albedo btw" he respond
"Ahh I see.." you said, after that you accidentally saw his paintings
There was a painting of hilichurls and sketches of..you fighting?
"uhh are those your drawings?" you asked him
His face flushed because he got caught sketching a portrait of you
"Uh..yeah, you were an interesting...'view' let's just say..so I decided to draw you" he confess
You actually find his drawings beautiful yet pleasing to look at
"Wow..these are beautiful" you speak
The boy is literally out of words ngl, he's used to get some compliments from other people, but somehow..compliments from you made him flustered
"a-ah..w-why thank you.." he said
"Uhm..maybe you could come and join me next time..maybe pickup some materials or sightseeing areas of Dragonspine" he adds
"Of course, I'll go with you" you said
You two always spend time together at the mountains, well.. even though you don't go there everyday..lol
You always helped Albedo on his 'unusual' experiments or even tell him your stories of your adventures
The boy loves your eyes, he literally could get lost in those beautiful pairs..
Even though he painted it or sketches it..the feel is still different compared to looking at it directly
The feel just makes his heart race..<3
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.."
Xingqiu:
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Like Albedo, he always spent most of his time at a certain place, for him..the place is the library
So... you obviously met him there
He was looking for a book that he wants to read since the last couple of months
The book was actually rare that not many people knew or read it..so he's looking for it
You actually borrowed the book from the library and you wanted to returned it
He currently asking the librarian when you suddenly walk to the counter and returned it
"I heard that you want to borrow this book?" you asked
"Oh..yes, I've been wanting to read it for sometime now" he answered
"It's quite rare that people actually read this book though and yet it actually caught your attention" he added
You nodded and smile at him "Yes actually, I was reading a few pages and then I was so in to the book, i have to borrow it"
You both laughed as you leave the library
"My name is Xingqiu btw, may I ask yours?" he asked
"I'm y/n, nice to meet you Xingqiu"
There, you two talked for archons know for how long
You two sometimes switched books from your collections or maybe go out and find some interesting books
Other than reading, Xingqiu enjoys going on adventures with you
Seeing the nature around him makes him feel lighter
He really loves to read books though, but he tries to make you comfortable as much as possible around him
Maybe he'll try to take you out on a stroll around Liyue Harbor or maybe eat at Wanmin Restaurant, depending your mood
Sometimes you guys planning to pull another prank on Chongyun LMAO
He wants to make sure that you're comfortable around him and feel happy around him
All in all, he wants to see you enjoyed his company
"𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘟𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦? 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦..𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦"
Venti:
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You met him at The Windblume Festival
It was your first windblume, so you're still confused about the traditions that happening around
He was in front of the Cathedral finding students for his poetry class
When he saw you, he waved at you and you approached him
"Hey there! New to the festival?" he asked
"Oh yes, I've lived in the city for awhile but i never experienced this festival before.." you answered
"Ehe, allow me to explain it. The Windblume Festival is a Festival in Mondstadt celebrating the thousand winds. Usually, the people of Mondstadt offers windblume to the anemo archon and to their special loved ones" he explains
"The people actually have to take their matters into their own hands, so they don't really have anything to get helped with" he added
"Is that why when I asked if anyone needs help, they say they don't need one?" you asked again
"Hehe, that's right" he says, "Oh, I haven't introduced my self haven't I? ehe, my name is Venti, the most popular bard in town!" he adds
"Your that bard, I've heard great things about you, my name is y/n, I'm just a regular adventurer.." you replied
He shrugged and acts a little nervous when you said that
"So uh.. want me to take you around town and see what people are doing?" he offered
"Sure, that would be nice.." you said
With that you two took a stroll around the town
Seeing people prepare gifts for their loved ones, the atmosphere feels so wholesome
You guys even took a little trip to Windrise, and he even play you a tune or two
You really enjoyed his company and he’s enjoying it too
During the festival, you guys grew closer together, and maybe you guys would perform together in front of the Cathedral
You were really happy that you have someone to enjoy the festival with
Even Venti feels a lot of joy hanging out with you
He wonders that he could be with you for a long time..
Well, whatever he is feeling, he wants to grow more closer to you :3
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.. 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦..𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦? 𝘦𝘩𝘦"
Razor:
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Bless this wolf boy :")
You two met at his habitat, Wolvendom
You were currently adventuring at that place
When you're peacefully strolling around the place, you saw a bunch of wolves dead..
So you rushed to see where it was coming from
There, you saw a boy fighting against an abyss mage, boi... that thing really do like to cause trouble
The boy looked really angry despite the mage killed his wolf packs
You determined to help him and so you did..
After you two defeated the mage..he turned to look at you, "thank you... lupical, dead.." he said
This baby almost cried because he couldn't save all of them, only a few of them that are safe..
"I tried to protect them...but I failed...", he said in a sad tone
You looked at him sympathetically, "aww..it's alright..you tried your best, it's not your fault.." you said to him
He looked really sad and disappointed, but at the same time he felt kinda relieved that someone was there to help him
"Why did you come here..?" he asked, "Oh, I was just adventuring and then I suddenly found you..." you said
"My name is y/n.." you added, "I'm Razor"
"Do you come from here Razor?" you asked again, "yes..I was raised by wolves, Razor has no human family" he said
You were shocked that there's actually someone who is raised by wolves
"I see..." you said, "I think some of your wolf friends got hurt..may i help?" you offered him
Razor nodded and help you as much as he could
"There, that should do it.. they can't move that much for awhile, but they'll be alright.." you said to him
Razor was very grateful that he could find you, maybe he would be doomed if you hadn't come..
"You're strong...can Razor learn from you..?" he asked shyly :")
"Of course, I would be happy to teach you" you say
Razor smiled a little, he wanted to learn from you so that he could protect his lupical if something bad like this would happen
The next day, you came back to Wolvendom and train him
He picked up the lesson pretty quickly, and he now learnt how to use his Vision
You even teach the boy how to write and read loll v:
You came to Wolvendom couple of times, and besides train him, you helped him hunt some meats to eat
You never really force him to come and live at the city, but if he wants to visit it once or twice..you bring him there
Razor is really happy now that he learned new things from you and also has a friend that helped him..
Sometimes he wonders if he could protect you from danger too
He just didn't want to lose you like he loses his other wolf friends
Razor silently swore to him self that he will protect you from any danger that you encounter
Overall, you guys cared about each other and wanted to protect one and other, he just wishes that you'll be saver around him <3
"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘳... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰..𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯..."
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(A/N: AHHH this is not like I wanted in my head...I hope you liked it, leave me some suggestions what I should write next, I still have some couple of ideas, but requests are open...so yeah ANYWAYS- thank you and good day :D)
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MAYBE IT’S CALLED FATE
Prompt: Request, by the ever so lovely @auawdo Thank you so much for your request, pumpkin! I hope you’ll like it
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Word Count: Long
Pairings: Seth Rollins x Reader
Warnings: Angst, smut(implied), cursing
Tag: @marlananicole , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @yungbludjazz360
Notes: This has gained Seth a bigger space in my heart 🥰 Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉
PRESENT DAY
Staring out the big windows that display the snowy weather of Davenport, Iowa. I retraced the journey that lead me here...
FLASHBACK - 8 YEARS AGO
“Y/N? Where are you, babe?”
From the bedroom I heard the loud thump of his duffel bag being tossed on the floor
“Oh, there you are! I’ve been looking for y- Are you ok?” He urgently asks, running to me
“Seth, I need to talk to you”
“Uh Oh, those words are an omen for bad news” He whispered
“Please, seat down” I ask and he oblige
“I have to do this quickly, like a band-aid” I murmur to myself
“What will you have to do it quickly, Y/N?”
“I can’t stay here”
“What do you mean? You don’t want to live in Iowa anymore? That’s ok, we can move to Florida if-“
“No, Seth... I mean, I don’t think we should be together anymore” I whispered with tears in my eyes
“You wanna break up? But why? Have I done something wrong? Because if I did I’m sure we can work it out a-“
“No...”
“You don’t love me anymore?” Seth asked with hurtful eyes
“I do, I do but-“
“I love you too, Y/N. So, end of story!” He huffed
“Seth, I wish there could be an easier way-“
“Why are you doing this? What changed your mind? Did you fell in love with someone else? What is it, Y/N?” Seth screamed
“I don’t think it’s fair ok? Babysitting while I’m injured is not fair to you, having to stay here waiting for you to come home is not fair to me, holding you back from enjoying yourself with other women is not fair to you and wondering if you have been sleeping with other women night after night is not fair to me. So let’s stop it before we hurt each other”
“What? First of all, I don’t babysit you, I TAKE CARE of you because I love you! Second of all I NEVER cheated on you and you know that. I FaceTime you every night until I fall asleep, just so we don’t feel lonely, because I know how hard this can be! I’ve been on your shoes...And for the record, you’re the one who’s hurting me with this breakup bullshit thing”
Seth tugs on his hair from frustration, pacing around the room
“I’m sorry, but is for the best Seth” I caress his beard, memorizing every feature of his face
“These are the painkillers, the stress and the injury speaking not you...It’s not you, right baby?” He asked in despair
“I’ll always love you Seth, you’re an incredible man and someday you’ll find a very lucky girl who deserves you”
“No, I want you! You deserve me” He grabs my suitcase, trying to pull it out of my hand “You’re not leaving, I won’t allow it. You’re not going anywhere” Seth tugs on the suitcase.
“Seth, please don’t do this” I beg
“No” He sobs “Please don’t do this to me, please don’t leave me, Y/N. I need you, I love you, I can’t live without you” Seth grabbed my face softly in his hands “Please tell me that you’re kidding me, that this is a prank...Please Y/N this can’t be true. Tell me you still love me, that we’ll be together! I can’t-“ Seth began to cry uncontrollably
“Shhhh...I’m sorry, baby. You’ll be fine. I promise you, you’ll be ok” I try to comfort him
I laid with him on his bed one last time, enjoying his bearded cheek on my chest one last time. Running my fingers through his hair gently, reassuring him that it will all be fine. When his sobs were replaced by a soft snoring, I stand up from the bed, covering Seth’s body with a blanket. Pecking his lips for the last time, I grabbed my suitcase, slowly closing the bedroom door and leaving behind what it used to be my home.
FLASHBACK - 7 YEARS LATER
The last thing I wished was see him again, the last thing I wanted was to end up in SmackDown with him and of course that God was in his jokester mood today and decided to deliver me this little joke called fate.
“Y/N? I can’t believe it!” Roman ran to me, giving me a bear hug and successfully spinning me around the arena’s hallway.
“Oh Lord, calm down you Samoan beast! Jesus” I laughed loudly
“I didn’t knew you were back! Why didn’t you told me?”
“I didn’t wanted to draw to much attention” I trailed off
“Because of Seth?” Roman asked and I just gave him a sad smile as an answer
“You can’t hide forever, Y/N. You know that, right?”
“I know... I just need a few days”
“Or not” Roman said, pointing with his chin at someone behind me
I felt his presence before I could see him
“Y/N?”
I turn around to meet his gaze, it had a mixture between surprise, pain and...love?
“Hello, Seth”
“Oh my God, it’s been so long” He reaches his arms for a hug but ended up changing his mind “What are you doing here?”
“I needed a job, so” I laughed lightly
“I thought I would never see you again”
“Looks like destiny has other plans” I mumbled
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For the next two weeks I bump into Seth everywhere I go: arena, hotel, gym, convenience store, liquor store, diner, bar, even at a club’s bathroom line! The chemistry between us was still there, awake. Even after all those years my body called for him like some sort of drug. And I would be lying if I said that I didn’t wanted him back, not just for the sex but for everything else.
I’m at the local Starbucks when I meet him again (it’s the fourth time today), I had to put an end to this so I decided to talk to him about everything that happened in the past.
“Sure, we can talk about it” He shyly answered
We chose a hidden bench at the local park to sit down
“Thank you, for agreeing with this”
“It’s fine, Y/N” Seth weakly smiles
“Well, first of all, I would like to apologize to you. For everything I did back then...I wasn’t thinking straight and I don’t know what took ahold of me to have made such a dumb decision”
“And it took you 7 years to realize that?” He asked, sounding hurt and mad at the same time
I shook my head “No, to be honest with you, I regretted my decision when as soon as I got home”
“Why didn’t you called me then?”
“Because I thought you would be angry at me, wouldn’t want to see me or talk to me. The mere thought of you rejecting me was unbearable” I whispered
“And how do you think I felt?” Seth spat “Do you think it was fun for me to wake up and find out you were gone? I called you Y/N, I texted you, I called your brother, your sister, even your mother! I sent you emails, I went to your house, I tried everything I could to get you to talk to me. Just so at least I could get some type of closure, but you never gave me that opportunity. You shut me off, pretended I never existed, erased me from your life and now you expect me to do what? To welcome you back in my arms? To say that I missed you and that I was waiting for you all those years? Is that what you want? For me to stop my life completely just so you can enter it again and ruin it again once you decide you‘ve had enough of me?”
The only thing I could do was to remain silent, I knew Seth and I knew that sooner or later he would end up lashing out and saying everything he always wanted to say for those past 7 years, so I just sat there and took it like a big girl even with the tears rolling down my eyes. Afterall, I was the one who brought that to myself.
“I can’t do that, I gave you too much power the first time and I will not give you the same power again! When you left I hit rock bottom Y/N, my life was partying, booze and pussy. I almost lost my job because of that! Do you know how many nights I spent awake thinking of you? Crying over you? Trying to understand what had I done wrong for you to leave me like that? Do you know how many women I fucked thinking about you? Wishing they were you? Wishing to wake up in the morning and find you laying there by my side? Wishing that it was all a nightmare? Now you come here, 7 years after the shit storm and say that you’re sorry and that the thought of me rejecting you was unbearable so you just left? You know what, Y/N? Fuck you! Fuck you and your shitty apology, I don’t need this bullshit! I’m better without you, now I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want. Without having to worry about their incapacity of having a relationship because of their stupid and childish commitment issues” He stood up and left
And now, by the irony of fate, I’m the one who gets abandoned now.
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I got his message that day in the park, he doesn’t want to talk to me, so I do exactly that. I leave him alone. I never met him at random places anymore after that day.
It has been a month since I came back and any hope I had of settling things with Seth went down the drain.
I’m finishing zipping up my duffel bag when someone knocked on the locker room door
“Yeah? It’s open” I screamed
“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”
My heart stopped when I heard Seth’s voice
“Hi, umm sure. What’s up?” I ask
Seth closed the door behind him
“Can we sit down?” He points to the small leather couch
I nodded, sitting down by his side
“I wanted to apologize to you” He started “The things I said to you that day at the park were unnecessary, I should’ve dealt with it in a better way”
“It’s ok, Seth. We both know I deserved” I weakly smile at him
“No, you didn’t! Even though I was confused and hurt, I didn’t had the right to do that to you. I truly am sorry”
“It’s ok, buddy. Apology accepted” I patted his knee and he holds my hand there
“I’m going to ask you something, but I need you to be completely honest with me, ok?”
“Of course”
“Do you still love me?” He asked and my whole world stopped
I looked down to my feet and honestly answered “I never stopped loving you, Rollins. No matter how hard I tried”
His only response to me was a cheerful grin.
1 YEAR LATER - PRESENT DAY
“What are you doing staring out the window, baby? It’s fucking freezing! Come back to bed” Seth’s arms circle around my waist, trying to pull me back to bed
“I’m enjoying the snowy morning view” I chuckled
“Meh” He scoff “I have something more interesting for you to enjoy if you come back to bed with me” Seth smirked
“What possibly could be nicer than this view”
“Hmmm, I don’t know...maybe something thick and warm that slides in and out of you, maybe?” He bites my neck and I can’t help the little moan that escaped my lips
“That sounds fun” I grab him through his boxers, teasing him
Seth moans “Oh you’re gonna regret that”
He picked me up in his arms right before tossing me back onto his bed....
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Love your Sizeshifter!DreamXD au. How do you think the very first meeting between him and george went. Was he the first human he'd seen up close.
Oooh yes I love this AU too! I actually came up with it months ago, before DreamXD really had much lore, so this AU is mostly headcanons and it doesn’t follow the canon story. I also kinda view my XD as different than the canon DreamXD; when I write DreamXD showing up in other AUs, it’s more like canon, but in this AU it’s different.
It’s not a god like DreamXD is in canon, but it’s a very powerful entity. XD has very little experience with humans; it has interacted a few times with Dream and it has mostly learned their language, but it knows very little about humans. It is also still learning about the overworld and it is very curious.
In this AU, George meets XD much earlier on, right after the war with L’Manberg but before the elections. Actually, Quackity might not have even joined the server at this point. 
(If the enchanting table language is incorrect or misspelled, please blame the translator I used lol also I’m totally making up what the language sounds like. Feel free to translate it if you want, but it’s not necessary to.)
Warnings for body horror (XD is a shapeshifter), spider-like limbs
Word Count: 4,580
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It’s starting to get dark.
George sighs, staring up at the dark oak leaves above him as he fights the urge to close his eyes and just go to sleep right here. Yes, the giant mushroom is surprisingly comfy, but he really should climb down to the ground and make his way back home before mobs start to spawn.
He’s never wandered this far before; actually, he doesn’t know if anyone has been here before. Well, maybe Dream, because Dream often spends days at a time exploring this world. Everyone else, on the other hand, usually just searches the open plains for villages and leaves dark forests like these completely untouched.
He sits up, stretching his arms over his head and letting out a yawn before pushing his goggles up and rubbing at his eyes. He’s exhausted from today; the argument, the whole “running off into the woods” thing, the. . .
Oh, right. The argument.
I’m not changing my mind. Dream and Sapnap are both IDIOTS, and they’re taking all this too seriously.
It’s a war over a tiny piece of land and some music discs, and we technically WON. But now Dream’s being, well, DREAM, and Sapnap’s busy killing people’s pets or something.
Can’t we just go back to how it was before all this chaos? Pranks and messing around with each other, not wars?
George pulls his goggles back down, moving over to the edge of the mushroom as he searches for the vines he’d climbed up to reach the top.
Something moves in the distance.
George stiffens, staring deeper into the shadowy forest as he tries to figure out what he’s seeing. After a second, he takes a shaky step back because it’s coming closer.
It’s hard to make out--he isn’t even sure if it’s fully solid, if he’s being honest, and the shadows almost seem to cling to its form--but it’s definitely nearly as tall as the trees it’s lurking behind.
George slowly reaches down, picking up his shield. The being drifts closer; it doesn’t have any legs, but several clawed limbs slip out from beneath its cloak,
Each of those claws are almost as long as he is tall. His shield won’t do anything to protect him from them, and if he’s being honest, his iron armor will probably be useless as well.
The being has no face, just an endless black void under its hood where its face should be. Several eyes appear, floating in the void of its face and studying him just as intently as he’s studying it.
George considers pulling out his bow, but it’s close enough that he doubts he’d be able to fire before it tore him apart, and that’s assuming he’d even be able to hurt it in the first place.
It blinks with all of its eyes, then rests a clawed hand on the edge of the mushroom as it leans a bit closer. 
∴⍑𝙹 ᔑ∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍? It asks. George flinches, because the words sound like they’re coming from inside his own brain. ᒷ ̇/!¡ꖎᔑ╎リ.
George knows of this language, but he only knows a couple of words, and this being speaks too quickly for him to pick out any. He finds himself desperately wishing that Dream or Bad were here, because they both are rather fluent in this language.
He stammers out a greeting in this language, probably completely butchering the words, but that seems to catch its attention because it leans forward again. He lifts up his shield as he inches back and it reaches for him with a limb, easily plucking the shield out of his grip and tossing it to the side.
Fuck.
“Wait, hold on,” George blurts out, holding up his hands. “I- I don’t understand what you’re asking.”
It squints at him, and then it shrinks, now only a bit taller than an enderman as it hovers by the edge of the mushroom.
Does it understand my language? Or maybe it at least understands that I don’t want any trouble?
He backs up again and it follows, never letting him get more than two blocks away. He’s forced to stop when he reaches the edge of the mushroom; he has no water bucket to break his fall, and it’s too high of a drop to make without getting injured.
“Are these your woods?” George asks. “Am I, uh, trespassing? I’ll leave.”
Some of its. . .tentacles? Limbs? Whatever they are, they twist and become two legs, allowing it to actually stand instead of just hovering. It’s still at least three blocks tall.
Who are you? It says, and George blinks. The words don’t sound natural, but he can actually understand it now, so he takes that as a small victory.
“Um...I’m not really anybody.” He eventually says, not sure if it’s a good idea to give it his name. “And I’ll leave. I wasn’t trying to bother you, I didn’t know you were here.”
It steps closer, and there’s nowhere to go, so he grits his teeth as he waits for it to shove him or claw him or something.
He’s a good fighter, but he’s better at long-range, and he doesn’t think he’d have time to pull his sword out and hit it. It doesn’t even seem fully solid, so a sword might not even do anything.
You’ll leave? It asks. George quickly nods. ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ⍑⚍ᒲᔑリ ᓭ⍑𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ||, ᓭᒷᒷᒲᓭ ╎リℸ ̣ ᒷ∷ᒷᓭℸ ̣ ╎リ⊣.
George swallows. “I don’t know what that means. Um, okay...I’ll go?”
He takes a step to the side, glancing over to the tangled vines he’d used to climb up. It grabs his arm and he freezes.
No, you’re here now. It says, head tilting to the side. There’s something growing over its face , poking out from underneath its hood as the shadows shift, but he isn’t sure what. So you stay.
“Uh...” George tugs on his arm. When he tries to grab onto its wrist, his fingers sink into its ‘skin.’ “No, no, I’m gonna go. It’s gonna be dark soon, don’t wanna bother you.”
Dark? Its face is halfway covered and holy shit, that’s a mask. That matters?
“Yep!” George squeaks, tugging on his arm again. It lets go this time, but it’s more like his arm slips through theirs. “So I need to go!”
But you won’t ever come back. It tilts its head to the side, eyes squinting at him behind the mask growing over the void of its face. ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ꖎ╎ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ꖎᒷ ⍑⚍ᒲᔑリᓭ リᒷ⍊ᒷ∷ ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷ ʖᔑᓵꖌ.
George shakes his head again. “Nope! Don’t worry, I’ll stay out of your woods! I won’t come back if you want me to stay out.”
Yeah, these woods are cool, but they’re DEFINITELY not worth the risk of pissing this powerful being off. I am NOT prepared for this fight.
It bristles, several spider-like limbs growing from its cloak. No. Dark?
“I don’t know what you mean.” George says.
Dark matters? Explain. The mask is fully covering its face now, but it’s a perfectly blank white mask with no eye holes or markings. Curious. Dark matters?
“Yeah? It’s dark. I won’t be able to see when it’s dark.” George takes another careful step to the side. “And mobs spawn.”
It flickers, cloak slowly changing color from shadowy black to...yellow, maybe? Then a limb that’s some strange mix between human and insect stretches out from beneath its cloak and taps the mushroom. A small fire starts there and doesn’t go out, which doesn’t make any sense. It should have gone out after just a few seconds.
Not dark. It says, letting the flames lick at its clawed fingers. Stay here. Explain more.
“Explain what?” George asks, shooting a nervous glance towards the sky. The sun’s about to set. “And I really do need to go so I can get back before it turns night. Just because it’s light here doesn’t mean it’ll be light everywhere else.”
Stay. The eyes not covered by the mask squint at him. Explain more. Why do mobs spawning matter to you?
“They’re dangerous.” Just like you might be. George moves around it, closer to the vines. “Do they not attack you?”
Is it a mob, then? Not like me? I mean, I KNOW it’s not like me. But mobs still attack Bad, and he isn’t human.
Just kill the mobs. It says. Unspawn them. ℸ ̣⍑ᒷ|| ᔑ∷ᒷ ∴ᒷᔑꖌ
“It’s not that easy,” George mutters. “I do kill them. But they can also kill me, if I’m not careful.”
You are easy to kill? It reaches for him and he jerks back, but it doesn’t stop until it pokes his chest a few times with a clawed finger. How easy?
George pales, leaning away. His foot slips off the edge of the mushroom, but the being hooks a long limb around him and pulls him back onto the mushroom before he can fall.
The limb disappears underneath its cloak but it quickly reaches forward with another, poking at his arms. Like a dolphin?
“Um. . .I’m harder to kill than a dolphin,” George whispers, pulling his arms away. “I, uh, I’m very hard to kill. And I’ll leave. So you don’t need to kill me.”
Mobs can kill you, mobs are hard for you to kill. So you cannot be hard to kill. But mobs are EASY to kill? The fire still hasn’t gone out. It is very close to him, even though it isn’t touching him. Just kill them? Not hard.
“I do kill them, and they aren’t hard for me to kill unless there’s a lot of them.” George looks at the vines, but he’s nervous about climbing down while it’s still close enough to grab him. “And it’s getting dark, so...I’m gonna go now.”
It just stands there. He climbs down the vines as quickly as he can manage, trying to ignore the being as it watches him. Once he reaches the ground, he looks up and flinches when it changes and becomes a lot more like a spider, its extra limbs helping it climb off the mushroom and drop down next to him before returning to how it looked a minute ago.
George backs away, arms coming up instinctively, but it doesn’t make any moves to attack him. When he starts to walk in the direction he’s pretty sure home is, it follows.
After a minute, he shivers, glancing back over his shoulder. It’s still right there. 
“Goodbye,” he repeats, hoping that it gets the message. I’m leaving, you don’t need to follow me to make sure I leave your woods.
It moves in front of him, gliding backwards across the forest floor. Hello.
George squints. “Uh, hello?”
Mobs. Its limbs twitch underneath its cloak. Explain their danger? Are you a mob? You die like they do?
What am I supposed to SAY? George leans away. “No, I’m not a mob.”
Based on the way it’s talking about mobs, it’s not one. So what is it? Is it looking for an easy target, or making sure I’m not a threat? What are the right answers here?
Should I act tough, so it doesn’t want to risk attacking me? Or weak, so it doesn’t feel threatened somehow?
Curious. Can you not just kill them? With your limbs? It pokes several limbs out from its cloak, using one to reach for George’s arm and another grabbing at his sword. With this? Little green could.
George lets out a startled sound, but it doesn’t release him until it’s done studying him. It then hovers in front of him, clearly waiting for an answer.
“I can kill them with my sword, yes. And my bow.” George slowly reaches for his bow, watching its reaction carefully.
It doesn’t stop him, just watches as he pulls out his bow. When he pulls on the string, testing it, it reaches for the bow and tugs it out of his hands.
He yelps, reaching for the bow, and it lets him grab onto it but doesn’t let him take it back. It holds onto the bow with one hand and grows several little insect limbs from its arm, using those to pluck the string of the bow a few times.
Like a skeleton. It plucks the bow a few more times, then lets him take it back. You can use it well?
“Yes, I’m really good with a bow.” George can’t help the smug grin that slips onto his face. “Much better than a skeleton.”
Its extra limbs retract and it tilts its head. It has one hole on its mask now, like a left eyehole, but it’s oddly shaped and not quite even. Show, explain.
“Okay?” George slowly loads an arrow, aiming it at a nearby giant mushroom and trying to ignore the being as it drifts behind him to watch over his shoulder.
He takes a few breaths and fires, hitting one of the white spots almost perfectly in the center. He’s about to turn around to see the being’s reaction when limbs suddenly wrap around him, one of them easily tugging the bow out of his hands.
The being holds the bow, rotating it and studying it and pulling on the string. It keeps a limb loosely draped over his shoulder and George stays completely still, hardly daring to breathe. 
Is it curious? I think it’s curious, but maybe it thinks I’m a threat? Is it going to kill me?
The limb pulls him a bit closer and he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. He jumps when it shoves the bow into his hands. Explain.
“Explain...explain h-how I use the bow?” He asks. “It’s the same as when a skeleton uses a bow? Not really any different.”
You made it go right where you wanted it to. Skeletons are bad at that. It hands him an arrow. Is that one of my arrows? I didn’t feel it take one. Where did it get the arrow? Explain. Curious.
“I aimed?” George lifts up the bow; it lets him go, but it’s still way too close as it looms over him and studies his movements. “I can choose where to shoot. Skeletons aren’t smart enough for that, they just shoot almost randomly.”
He pulls the string back; his elbow bumps against it and he freezes, but it doesn’t seem to care. “I don’t really know how to explain aiming. . .but I choose where to shoot? I think about how much the arrow will drop after I fire, then aim higher to make up for that. Then I shoot.”
George shoots, hits pretty close to the first arrow. He decides it’s not worth retrieving them. I REALLY need to go. “There you go, I explained it. Goodbye.”
He starts walking again. It doesn’t grab him, but it’s still following him.
Maybe it’s bored? It keeps saying it’s curious. 
It. . .doesn’t seem like it means any harm, hopefully, aside from the general spookiness and the fact that it asked how easy it would be to kill me.
George frowns. He doesn’t exactly want it following him back, because it’s definitely still dangerous, even if it’s not aggressive. He doesn’t want to put anyone in danger.
“Uh...I’m going to my home. You stay in your home. Okay?” George points deeper into the woods. “Stay here.”
Not home. It looks like it’s taller again. It has a second eyehole now, but this one’s all messed up, practically crossed-out. More like someone carved an ‘x’ into its mask with a knife or something. ⍑⚍ᒲᔑリᓭ ⍑ᔑ⍊ᒷ リᒷ⍊ᒷ∷ ᓭᒷᒷリ ⍑𝙹ᒲᒷ. Curious about your home, want to see.
"Um. . .sorry, you can't come to my home." George shakes his head, moving away when it drifts closer. "No, no, you need to stay. Stop following me."
Want to explore, to learn. Curious about this world. Curious about you. It grabs onto his wrist, its limb suddenly way too long. Show? Explain? Stay? Can give you things.
George pulls his arm free, taking another step away. "I don't- what? Explain what? And what do you mean when you say you can give me things?"
Can give you many things. Look! Its cloak rustles; a limb reaches out, holding dozens of arrows in its claws. Look! For you!
George hesitantly reaches for them. Unlike his arrows, which are often made in a hurry, these ones are perfectly crafted. "Where did you get these?"
Got them. Out comes another limb, holding a bow. A third limb reaches out and starts a small fire on the ground, lighting up the slowly darkening clearing. Bow? Do you want another bow?
"Um. . .I don't need another one." The limb curls around the bow, crushing it and snapping it in half as it retreats back underneath its cloak. "But really, where did you get these?"
Got them. It repeats, moving closer. Show your home? Will give you things for your home!
George nearly takes it up on its offer, but he hesitates. "I- you can't. I don't think that's a good idea."
Other people will DEFINITELY be scared of it. It doesn't seem aggressive, but. . .it's too risky. Can't risk it lashing out at someone.
Maybe in the future. Maybe I can bring some of my friends over to meet it? If I decide to come back, of course.
Bad probably wouldn't provoke it. Dream. . .hopefully wouldn't, unless it threatened one of us. Sapnap’s probably a bad idea for now.
Okay, then you stay. It moves around to block his path, limbs coming out and gently pushing him back. This isn’t home, but! Can still show and give you things here!
George shakes his head again, stepping around it. "No, I can't stay. Goodbye. I have to get back before it gets-"
Lava appears, right in front of him. He shrieks and leaps back, just barely avoiding sticking his foot into it, and it disappears so quickly he almost wonders if he imagined it.
Stay. Look, see? Stuff! It holds out a handful of lava, ‘skin’ sizzling and dripping before turning to vapor and reforming. You stay.
“Oh my god.” George rubs at his chestplate with a hand, feeling like it’s too tight all of a sudden as he struggles to catch his breath. “Don’t do that! That could’ve been really bad.”
Okay? It offers the lava to him again. Take it now? Not dark?
“I can’t touch that.” George steps away to keep it from dripping onto his boots. “Put it away, I’ll get hurt.”
It tilts its hand, letting the lava drip through its fingers and onto the ground, where it slowly starts to cool and solidify. Hurt? Explain.
Oh dear. “Hurt? Injuries? Getting hurt can kill me.” George frowns. Does it not feel pain, then? “The lava is very hot, it would hurt me a lot.”
What hurts? Hot things hurt? It sticks its claws into the fire it had created earlier, almost playing with the flames. Fire is hot too, yes? Do cold things hurt? Is void cold? What else is cold?
“Uh...ice is cold. Water can be cold. Cold things only hurt if they’re really cold.” George swallows. “The void...I don’t really know, actually.”
I've respawned, but never actually DIED. That means I've only ever touched the void, but I’ve never actually been in it.
Sapnap hasn't been in it, and I don't think Dream has, either. Bad has, I think? But that's not something I ever asked about.
Can give you that! It grabs onto his arm, hand still slightly warm from the lava. Can show you!
Everything starts to slip away. It's vaguely like stepping into a Nether portal, except instead of feeling warm, it's just empty. All he can feel are the fingers holding onto his arm as the world starts to blur.
He screeches, shoving at the hand and trying to pull away so it can’t drag him along with it. Everything snaps back into reality and it hits him suddenly enough that his knees go weak and he has to sit down, pressing his forehead against the dirt as he gasps for air.
What? It moves closer, several insect limbs curling around his chest and lifting him up and off the ground. He shivers, clinging to its cloak because it's something solid even though he desperately wishes his feet were back on the ground. What? What? Explain! Hello?
"Don't-" He chokes out, opening his eyes and staring at the ground, several blocks below him. "I can't go there. I-It will kill me."
It sets him down, but it keeps a limb curled around his arm and he's honestly thankful for the extra support. Cold? Hurt?
"Yes, both of those." He lets out a shaky breath. "So please don't ever do that again."
Okay. No cold for you, no hurt for you, no void for you? Okay. It holds onto his arm, almost like it's holding his hand as it carefully guides him deeper into the forest. Look, look! Hot!
It has taken him to a lava pool. He squints, leaning closer, and it pushes him away from the edge before stepping in.
George stiffens, but the lava doesn't seem to bother it, even though flames start to cling to its cloak. It reaches under the lava with one hand, searching around before pulling out a handful of gravel and flint and setting it near George's feet.
Look! It pokes at the pile of gravel, seeming to almost play with it for a moment before offering it to George. Take it, take it.
George takes it. It's warm, and he's not really sure what to do with it, so he tucks it away into his inventory. The being pokes at the pouch he stuck the gravel into before getting distracted by the lava again.
It stretches a limb out from underneath its cloak, somehow pouring a large handful of water onto the lava and creating some obsidian.
George frowns. It better not be creating a Nether portal, I don't want to go there right now.
It. . .doesn’t really seem to be building anything, though, just creating a layer of obsidian. Once it’s done, it reaches forward and easily claws a chunk of obsidian free before handing that to George like it hasn't just done the impossible.
Holy shit, are its claws sharper and stronger than diamond tools?
It grabs George's arm, carefully tugging him over until he’s standing on the obsidian. Then it steps out of the lava, not caring that it's dripping the hot liquid everywhere, and presses down on George's shoulders until he sits.
See? Hot! Not dark! It taps the obsidian with its claws. The obsidian's sitting on top of the pool of lava, so it's warmer to sit here than to sit on the ground next to the pool. Hot, yes? Not cold?
"Yeah, it's hot. A good hot, not too hot. Thank you." George squints up at the sky, but it's hard to see through the trees. How long until sunset? "What was the gravel for?"
For you! It pokes at his pouches again, squinting through the eyehole of its mask as it studies him. Just for you. Just because. Why?
Does it even know what a Nether portal is, I wonder? George decides not to ask, because he doesn't want it to demand to know how to make one. He doesn't have time for that. Maybe another time, if I come back.
George stands up, brushing off his legs before taking a few steps away. "I need to go now. Thank you for warming me up, but it's getting dark, mobs will spawn. Goodbye."
It grows in size slightly and reaches for him, holding him tightly and carrying him back over to the lava. George fights the urge to squirm so it doesn’t accidentally drop him. Stay. Not dark!
"It's not dark here, but it'll be dark everywhere else!" George crosses his arms when it sets him down. "I could get hurt going back if I wait any longer."
Dream and Sapnap are probably worried sick.
Stay, don't go back. It pokes his arm. Stay. Stay.
"I'm sorry, I have to go." George walks away; it comes along, hovering next to him as he makes his way through the woods.
Can give you things! It reaches under its cloak, pulling out arrows and gravel and obsidian and logs and offering them all to him. Stay!
"I can't." George gently pushes its limbs away, refusing to take any of the gifts. "I'm sorry. But I'll come back later, okay? Promise."
He doesn't really feel hesitant about coming back, anymore. Maybe because it seems so upset about him leaving. Maybe because it's not trapping him, even though it clearly could. It doesn't want him to go but it's not forcing him to stay.
You will? Its limbs go back underneath its cloak and it shrinks down until it's his height; he hadn't realized it was still growing taller. Give title? Words to call you, to tell you apart from other humans?
"Huh? Um, do you mean my name? It's George." George takes a step away, and this time, it doesn't follow. "What's your name?"
It hovers there in silence for a moment, like it's thinking. Can give you a name when you come back?
Oh, okay. It wants to make sure I come back.
"That’s fair. I'll come back later, then. Bye!" He lifts up his hand in a wave; it steps forward and pokes his hand, then reaches under its cloak and starts to offer him a handful of lava before changing its mind and tossing it to the side.
What about the dark? It asks; George pulls out a torch and lights it with his flint-and-steel. The being hums, poking the torch before moving away.
When he leaves for real, it doesn't follow him, which is honestly a bit of a surprise. His journey home is rather uneventful; he drops his torch once when a spider startles him, but oddly enough, it doesn't go out. 
Sapnap and Dream are worried sick when he gets back, of course, even though they're trying to pretend like they weren’t. George can see that Dream had started to armor up, like he was planning to search for George in the middle of the night.
When they ask him where he was, he tells them that he’d gone deep into the woods. He doesn’t tell them about the being, and they seem to believe that he told the whole story, because they don’t question him any further.
He has several reasons for keeping the being a secret. Mostly it’s because he knows that they’d go searching for it, even if he asked them not to; Dream especially would, because he always gets curious about new things in the world. They’d probably end up pissing it off and getting into a fight with it, and even if they didn’t. . .well, George kinda likes having a potential friend that isn’t tangled up in all the chaos of the server. He doesn’t particularly want them trying to convince the being to join their side.
This being. . .George honestly wants to just keep it to himself, honestly. At least until he knows a bit more about it. He’ll probably introduce it to his friends later, but for now, it’ll be his secret.
I’ll go back to visit it soon. Hopefully it’ll still be interested in befriending me.
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I love writing XD, so this was lots of fun to work on! Thanks for the ask <3
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julie-thefatones · 3 years
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Ghost of You || Luke X Reader || Part 1
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Hello everyone!! welcome to my first Fanfic pretty much.... im really nervous about posting it, and really hope you guys like it! Im going to warn you that there are some punctuation mistakes, and probably some misspelled words, and run on sentences... but nobodies perfect eh? lol anyways Enjoy! please let me know what you think, I am already writing part 2 so if this goes well ill post that soon :)
A/N: Your best friends with Julie, since the stamp was removed from the boys they are able to be seen by lifers at choice and can touch lifers at choice, but are still ghosts. You and Luke grow closer and closer starting to go from friends to more than that and everyone starts to notice, it just takes a little longer for you two to figure it out.
Word Count: 2,352
First day of school is always hard, especially senior year.... big deal or its supposed to be. You have always had a hard time with school because it was just hard for you to focus, you were always thinking about what you would rather be doing like painting, singing, taking a walk, and most recently learning guitar which Luke had been more than happy to help you with. Luke, Luke Patterson he was a member of your best friend Julies ghost band, Julie and The Phantoms, which included members Luke, Reggie, Alex, and of course Julie. You always knew they existed but it wasn't until recently that you were really able to get to know them your self because until recently only Julie could see them. Ever since they had that curse of a stamp removed from them, they pretty much can choose whenever they want to be seen or touch anything. It has been nice, because now you can really be apart of your best friends new world, you also got to make 3 new really fun and funny friends, they were just as chaotic as you and Julie. You and Luke really clicked from the moment you and him were able to actually see each other, well he has always been able to see you, but this way was much better. Since you and Luke hung out all the time, you found your self spending hours with him a day. In fact thats where you were before school, was with Luke, you guys had this little place by a lake you loved to hang out at, which caused you to be late for your first day.
So deep in your thoughts you didn't even realize you made it to your locker until you heard the all so familiar tone of your best friend calling out your name as she approached your locker "y/n!!! I didn't even see you pull in" Julie said as she now rested against the lockers next to you "Hey Jules! sorry I over slept and was late" Julie rolled her eyes "On your first day! man you really setting the bar high this year" she said laughing at you, You laugh too at the obvious sarcastic tone in her voice "alright, alright!! ms setting the bar high, we better get to class" you say punching Julie playfully in the arm before heading down the hallway to class.
As you sat in class, you started to feel really bad about lying to Julie about the real reason you were late to school today, you just didn't know how to explain how much you and Luke have been hanging out with out her asking a million questions, but its not like it was a big deal. Trying to get out of your head you try to focus on Mr. Berty who was describing the different factors of algebra which you never understood anyway, so you just write notes in hopes that when you study it later you'll understand it.... which never happens either. As you're writing notes you notice something in the window, in the corner of your eye, not really thinking anything of it until you notice that the thing is jumping up and down and no one else is noticing which could only mean one thing. You look to the side and you see Luke in his orange beanie and Rush tank top jumping up and down waving his arms in order to get your attention with the biggest smile on his face, you laugh to your self, and then realizing he must want something, looking at the clock you realized you still had 40 mins left in this class *Oh my gosh! for real its only been 20 minutes!* you thought to yourself; quickly looking from the clock to the window where Luke was still jumping, you raise your hand "Yes ms. Y/L/N" you bring your hand down faster than you want to, slightly hurting it on the desk "May I use the restroom please?" you ask hesitantly, eager to know what Luke wants, Mr. Berty sighed with annoyance "If you really need to, I suppose, but make it fast ms. Y/L/N" you stand up a little to excited "Thank you mr. Berty" you said as you scurried out the door.
When you made it outside Luke stopped jumping, but his smile remained. You loved his smile, it was contagious, you noticed you were smiling too "Luke! what are you doing here" you said punching his arm playfully, he laughed and grabbed his arm pretending that the punch hurt him "Wow the abuse Y/N" with a smirk he continued "Someone help!!! im being abused someone help!!!" you roll your eyes and smack your hand over his mouth "Not that anyone can hear you, but shut up! that did not hurt" you say with a small laugh, as he is laughing underneath your hand "What are you doing here Luke?" you say with your hand still on his mouth, you feel his smile grow bigger underneath your hand "Well, Y/N, Im here because I got something for you!! but you have to come with me to get it" he said with pure excitement, still with your hand on his mouth, then he licked your hand to get it off, you pull away in knee jerk reaction, he smiled "Sorry! as much as I love your hand on my mouth we need to go!" he said eagerly, you laughed and rolled your eyes "Luke, you do realize im at school right?" he grabbed your hand pulling you across the school field "Yeah! but if you really cared about that, you wouldn't have come outside would you" he said, still with the biggest smile on his face, you rolled your eyes even more and gave in knowing he was right "Alright! but where are you taking me" you exclaimed, speeding up to be side by side with him instead of him dragging you, he looked at you, and bit his lip still excited "aha! you'll just have to wait and see" he said and you both smiled. As you kept walking you realized never Luke never let go of your hand from when he was dragging you..... not that it meant anything, it felt nice though.
It took about 15 mins to walk to you and Lukes usual spot by the lake, still holding hands you approached the tree you guys likes to sit by, or sit in depending on if you wanted to climb, which about 90% of the time Luke did.. also doesn't help he can just teleport up there if he wants to, where as you had to do it the hard way while he just laugh at you trying to climb up. This time Luke wasn't going up the tree, he let go of your hand, which kind of made you sad, but then you saw the look on Lukes face, which was pure excitement "Stay right here Y/N!" he said firmly grasping your shoulders to make sure you stayed in place, as he hopped over to the tree "CLOSE YOUR EYES!" he yelled from behind the tree grabbing something, but you obeyed closing your eyes and before you knew it he was in front of you, you could feel it "Alright, you can open" he said softly, you opened your eyes, and there Luke was with the same smile, holding an acoustic guitar, you could tell it was a nice one, just from the shine on it and how pretty the strings looked, you didn't even realize your mouth was wide open until Luke laughed "Ya like it?" he exclaimed, and you just looked at it "Is that for me?" you asked shocked and excited, Luke laughed "Is that for me?" Luke mocked you "Yeah its for you! ya dork" he continued as he hopped over around you, to get behind you so he could place the guitar in front of you for you to hold, you could feel his arms brush against you... which you like as much as the hand holding but, a little more ... again it didn't mean anything, he was just a friend... and Julies band mate. Luke continued talking taking you out of your trance "Ya never answered me though, do you like it" He said still behind you, but now you were holding the guitar, you just looked at it in awe "Where did you get this Luke? How did you get this?" you asked still in shock, Luke just laughed "Don't worry about that!" he said with a mischievous tone, and then you got worried "Luke you didn't ?!... you didn't steal this right!" you asked with actual concern, you wouldn't put it past him, he just laughed and in a teasing tone said "Ouch! you think I would do that Y/N.... Im not that bad!" and then he continued but more serious this time "No! I didn't steal it, Since I have this new found power of choosing when to be seen and stuff, I picked up a small job at the music store downtown, thought why not earn some money.... and then when you asked me to teach you how to play guitar, I wanted to get you your own.... sooooo I have been saving up ever since" he said in a soft tone and then you felt him come closer to you from behind, but now he was putting his hands on the guitar softly playing a melody, while pretty much holding you, as he played the melody you could feel his breath on your neck.... you guys have never been this physically close before, right before you got to lost into your thought Luke continued talking "You! still haven't answered the question though!!! do you like it??" he exclaimed with a teasing tone once again, which caused you to laugh, and you turned around in his arms making the current position pretty much a hug but Lukes holding a guitar "Of course I like it you dork!!" you said excited and continued "This is the nicest thing anyone has done for me...." you looked into his eyes and with a soft tone said "Thank you" he smiled, a soft smile, and his whole face became soft as he relaxed the guitar down by both your sides and looked deeper into your eyes "Of course...." he said softly, both of you just looking deeper into each others eyes, you felt some kind of connection, and you felt like you both were getting closer and closer to each other and then a voice came from behind both of you, causing both of you to shake out of the trance you both shared "Hey! Y/N! Luke! what are you guys doing out here?
You and Luke both jump, moving away from each other as you see Reggie come out of the trees eating a meatball sub. You and Luke look at each other confused as crap as to why Reggie was there and how he knew about it "Hey Reg!" Luke said a little nervous putting his hand behind his head messing with this beanie, you looked flustered flashing your eyes from Luke to Reggie and back to Luke who continued talking "the real question is what are you doing out here buddy?" and Reggie just chuckled a little, while taking another bite off his sandwich "Well, I went to the school to see Kayla like I always do, we like to eat lunch together, then I saw you two run off and thought I would follow" Reggie said with a full mouth, you and Luke shared a look "So you have been here the whole time?" you asked, wondering how you guys didn't notice Reggie was behind you guys the whole time, Reggie smiled a meatball smile since his mouth was still full and he answered "Yeah!! but I wanted to eat my sandwich so I decided to sit down in those trees and eat it" Luke looked at Reggie with a confused look "But Reg, isn't that your sandwich?" Luke asked still confused, and Reggie looked at him, again with a meatball smile "No! this was supposed to be Kaylas sandwich but since I didn't see her, because I followed you guys... I decided to eat it!" You and Luke laughed and Luke stepped forward patting Reggie on the shoulder "Kayla is one lucky girl Reg!" Luke said teasing Reggie, you laughed in response, and then Reggie went back to his initial question "So what are you guys doing out here?" he asked taking yet another bite of the sandwich, in which Luke got nervous again and answered Reggie with a slightly nervous tone "Hey! shouldn't you be getting back to the school, Kayla is gonna be wondering where your at bud" Reggie stopped chewing and his eyes grew big and he looked at Luke "Youre right! awww man, im gonna have to go get another sandwich" Reggie answered in a high pitched nervous tone "Ill see ya guys later!" Reggie said while running away nearly tripping over his own feet. You and Luke sighed and looked at each other, Luke smiled "Well should we get you back to school as well?" Luke asked you with a soft tone added with a light chuckle at the end, you nodded "Yeah, Lunch is gonna be starting soon and Julie is gonna be wondering where I went" you responded, and then looked at your guitar and looked back at Luke "I love my guitar Luke, I really love it!" you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug, he responded by wrapping his arms around your wait pulling you in tighter, when you guys released from the hug you shared another look, quickly shaking it off with Luke responding "I cant wait to teach you some more chords on it!" he said back to his excited state from when you first got there, skipping forward grabbing your hand again as you guys walked back to school together.
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unsupervisedpanda · 3 years
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Late night panic attacks
Liam Dunbar x Reader
Summary: Your brother begins to avoid you and you are left all alone. You are hurt and want anything to feel okay. In an attempt and out of anger you run out into the woods with no means of communication. And you are in danger.
You are y/n Stilinski. Your older brother was obviously Stiles. You were pretty similar. Thing is he seemed to be avoiding you. A lot.
It bothered you. You had tried talking to Scott but he told you not to worry about it. That it wasn't anything to worry about.
You called Allison but she didn't answer and neither did Lydia. You were sick of being ignored. You even called your dad. All he said is he was busy with work. That's why you're here. Sitting on your bed crying into your pillow.
In a last ditch effort you decided you'd try Liam. Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz!
"Hello?"
"Liam! Hey." You were glad he answered.
"Y/n? Hey! Um this is sorta a bad time. Can I call you back?" You were slightly surprised but it's Liam.
"O-oh. Of course! I'll talk to you later then?" You stammered a little.
" Sounds great. Alright. Talk to you later." You hung up.
You then decided to try Stiles. He wasn't home and neither was anyone else. You were a little paranoid.
Bzz- the person you are trying to reach is unava- you hung up.
He sent you straight to voicemail. You threw your phone across the room. You were sick of being alone. Decidedly you grabbed your f/c hoodie/jacket and stormed down the stairs and out of the house. Little did you know your phone was ringing off the hook. And there was no one to answer.
"Damn it!" Stiles yelled slamming his fist into the steering wheel.
Scott and Liam watched in shock as the usually cool headed and sarcastic Stiles freaked out. He was calling you over and over. They had all realized you may be a target and that you were all alone. Alone. That's all Stiles could think.
You, little sister were all alone and he left you vulnerable. You had no idea about the supernatural world. You didn't know you could be in danger. You didn't know your brother was calling you. And Stiles didn't know that you were not only all alone but also all alone in the woods. Stiles pushed on the gas and sped towards his house.
You were pretty deep into the woods by now. It was colder then you gave it credit for so you pulled your hoodie/jacket closer around you. To be honest with yourself the cold felt nice. Calming. You looked up and the moon shown down on you. Your only source of light considering you accidentally left your phone at home.
You looked ahead again. You continued walking but soon stopped as you heard rustling. A squirrel? Or maybe a rabbit? You thought. Hoping it wasn't a person who wanted you dead, you continued. You were almost to the clear, crisp river when something pounced on you. You flipped around to see the culprit. It wasn't anyone you knew. They growled at you as if they were a wolf or something.
They had long hair on their face and sharp fangs and claws. You screamed terrified. You fought against the thing on top of you. His claws dug into you arms as he straddled you. You continued to struggle. Looking for anything to attack the attacker. You saw a rock not to far. Running on adrenaline you pushed the asshole off and grabbed the rock bashing it on his head. You quickly turned to run when he grabbed you and threw you into a tree.
You heard your bones crack. You screamed. Loud. All of your breath left you as you nearly blacked out. You whimpered begging for someone to save you. For this creep to go away or to end your suffering. Then it happened. You felt your throat tighten and lungs shrink.
"Help."
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Stiles, Scott, and Liam had looked through the whole house. They had found your phone and keys, but no you. They all walked outside confused. Scott listened carefully. Listening for anything. It was silent for a while. That was until he heard a terrified scream. He and Liam both looked at each other and ran. Fast. They ran towards your scream. Stiles followed terrified of what they might find. Sprinting through the trees they followed every sound that sounded like you. Even your soft whimpers.
You panted out of breath.
"S-stop! Don't come n-near m-me!" You tried to breathe but it was getting harder and harder.
You knew why. A panic attack. You tried to sit up. Tried to calm down. The person only grew closer and closer until he picked you up choking you against the tree.
"L-let me GO!" You kicked and screamed.
Pain covered your back and ribs. Your lungs burning for air. Soon everything was fading out.
"Y/n!!"
Someone yelled. Someone familiar. You felt yourself falling to the ground gasping for air. Grasping for anything to hold. Soon someone was holding you. Gripping you gently.
"Y/n c'mon! Look at me. Focus on me!" You looked up still panicked.
Liam sat in front of you. You stared into his icy blue orbs. Stared at his lips. Pulled on his arms. Anything you could. Nothing worked though. Nothing was working. Soon you'd black out, not from getting strangled, but rather a panic attack.
Liam noticed you were slowly losing consciousness. He had to do something. Fast. He quickly pulled your face towards his and kissed you. You were shocked but kissed back. You slowly felt yourself calm down and melt into his embrace. Stiles quickly ran over to the two of you when he finally caught up. His little sister was in Liam's arms. You seemed content there. He quickly checked you over for any major injuries or blood. He found nothing he could see, but he had a feeling you had a couple broken ribs and a concussion. Scott had taken care of the werewolf that attacked you. Liam picked you up as you couldn't get up yourself and they all headed toward the Jeep to take you to miss McCall.
You woke up with an IV and your middle wrapped in many, many wraps. You also had a glass of water and some pain killers next to you. You quickly took them and then searched the room for your phone. Once you found it you called Stiles. Bzz-
"Y/n!?" Stiles had quickly picked up.
He didn't care if he was in class.
" S-stiles! W-where are y-you?" You hiccupped.
You needed your brother. Now. You cried and sniffled over the phone.
" Oh y/n I'll be there soon! I love you." He quickly hung up and ran out of class, but not before he grabbed Liam and dragged him to the Jeep. Scott obviously following. They all arrived at the hospital you immediately grabbing onto Stiles. Liam watched you and smiled. Scott watching the siblings as well.
"I was soooo scared. And mad. I was definitely mad! You Stiles better explain! A Fucking dog person-"
"Werewolf" Scott interjected.
" Werewolf tried to kill me! And you weren't there! And you weren't answering any of my calls. Neither was Lydia or Allison! Scott barely even texted me back and at least Liam actually answered and was considerate! You just left me all alone and what if you didn't find me! I would be dead!" You exclaimed heaving.
Stiles and Scott both looked down obviously feeling bad.
"Y/n I'm so so so sorry! I didn't mean to I just didn't want you getting hurt and the werewolf that attacked you was one we were hunting down. He attacked you because you're a weakness of ours. We didn't want to involve you. I mean obviously now you are involved but we didn't want you to be and-" Stiles rambled on and on.
A/n
You just smiled. When he was done you told Liam to come over and grabbed him by his shirt pulling him down on to your lips.
"That's a thanks for helping me. By the way I think you're pretty cute. Wanna go out?" You smirked as Liam blushed.
You sure were confident but he blamed it on the pain killers.
"Sure. I'd love to, y/n." He smiled.
I hope you enjoyed 💕 Sorry for any misspelling or grammar mistakes but hey it's a story! Bye my unsupervised critters 🐾💞
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Salt & Snow - Chapter 6
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Ships: Ned Stark x Reader, Brandon Stark x Reader (?)
Summary: Ned finally returns to his childhood home, to the happiness of his siblings and Y/N ... though she’s also beside herself with nerves. As it turns out, the two of them are awkward teenagers.
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“That’s the last of it, milord.” The servant tightened the leather straps on the wooden trunk, ensuring they were secure. Once satisfied, he nodded to the guide that would be taking the young Lord Stark down the mountain. The man was withered, but he expertly steered his mules, or so they said. Ned hadn’t realized how many possessions he’d collected in his years in the Eyrie, and felt bad for making the beasts carry so much.
The old mountain guide said it was fine, and it wouldn’t unbalance them. “You worry about stayin’ on that mule, milord. When’s the last time you descended?”
He thought about it. “Four years, mayhaps more.”
“Aye, it’s much the same. It’s still spring, it will warm quickly as we go down.” The old man guided him to one of the mules, a shaggy, dark brown one with long ears. Ned thought it was cute in an ugly way, and climbed up. He kept his eyes forward, ignoring how the Eyrie hung above them. He remembered the first time he climbed up here, terrified he’d fall the entire way, and then afraid the Eyrie would somehow fall from the sky and plummet to the ground.
I’ll be the one doing the plummeting, if this beast missteps. Ned was mostly, probably confident that wouldn’t happen. He wondered what sort of mule they gave Robert, the beast of a man. He couldn’t imagine his friend sitting quietly for the better part of the day. That thought made him smile a little, and sigh. Robert left a month ago, and now it was his turn. It was a bittersweet goodbye to Robert and then to Lord Arryn. The first month I couldn’t stop thinking about Winterfell, how I wanted to go back. It hurts to leave now.
It hurt, but it was time to go. He wanted to see his family again, to see Winterfell, and the godswood, and Wintertown and the forest surrounding them. He’d smell pines and fresh earth again — gods know the Eyrie sorely lacked in both — and the animals that ran through those woods. He wondered what had changed, what was the same.
Suddenly, Ned recalled a letter where Y/N described the repairs on one of the towers, the old one that was slowly crumbling. That made him remember the last one he sent, and he covered his face with a groan.
“Doing well, milord?” The guide asked, looking back. “Don’t look down.”
Ned merely nodded, glad the guide and the other servants were too busy navigating to notice his stupid face. Why had he written that? Why did he send it? She must be think he was an utter fool. She hadn’t even sent anything back yet.
No, letters are slow to the Eyrie, and I’m leaving, besides — perhaps it was lost.
The thought of Lord Arryn receiving it and sending it back was mortifying, even if the man would never read it. For days Ned’s mind had been racing about Robert’s departure, his own journey, and the stupid words he wrote down. He’d repeated them so many times in his head, hoping he was misremembering.
He groaned and laid his head on the neck of the mule. It smelled awful, but he stayed there. Y/N must have thought him a complete fool, how would he face her once he came home? It would be a long, long journey.
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What in the seven hells did he mean by that?
Y/N stared at the words, her eyes running over them, which was a pointless act. She’d memorized these lines in particular, able to recall them in spite of her attempts to keep busy. She hadn’t responded, because how could she? Anytime she sat down and began to dab her quill, the butterflies battered against her stomach. She’d set her quill on the page, watching the ink soak into the paper, but Y/N only managed a few sentences before fumbling, misspelling a word, dripping ink everywhere and just giving up. She’d thrown several pages into the fire already.
I’m being ridiculous, I’m overthinking. Aren’t I? Hasn’t he always said kind things to me? Why is this different?
A week ago, Y/N dug through her box of letters saved over the years, hoping to assure herself. That was a mistake. She read through things she’d forgotten, phrases she remembered, looked over the little drawings he attempted, and her butterflies became relentless. She had to put the letters away and spent the entire day flustered and distracted.
She rubbed at her face and sighed heavily. She put the letter out of sight, knowing it wouldn’t be out of mind for a while. She ought to stop procrastinating, to send something back already; it’d been almost three weeks. Or was it four? She’d been procrastinating with everything imaginable — long boring books, needlework, studying maps, playing music, even riding.
I have to answer eventually. I really am thinking too much. Just write something safe! Something boring!
Instead of doing that, Y/N left her room and looked for something to do. Perhaps if she could talk about her feelings it would help, but she couldn’t. Not even to Lyanna. Her friend had stopped reading the letters, preferring to send her own, and Y/N was sure they weren’t as frequent… That, and she couldn’t imagine letting anyone read what she wrote or drew now.
Is it strange, how often we write? Has anyone noticed?  A little voice nagged at Y/N. She and Ned were well past the age of innocent friendly correspondence. She didn’t speak much about it, secretly worried she’d be told to stop. The idea of getting “caught” wasn’t pleasant, but the idea of stopping was worse. The correspondence had become a comfort, a way to raise her spirits, warmth and confidence in her heart. She understood how some would find that emotion improper.
A servant hurried past Y/N, nearly hitting her and knocking her right out of her thoughts. The boy called an apology and kept running. In the great hall, she saw half a dozen men moving boxes, and one of the elder servants giving them orders. Savory smells came from the kitchen, and peaking inside, Y/N saw the cooks and their girls busy chopping and stewing.
She tried to recall the last time Winterfell was this abuzz. The death of Lady Stark cast a dreary curtain over the castle, and while it was gradually lifting, a feast still felt out of place. Brandon was away again, but there was never a big to-do for his return.
“Found you!” Lyanna called to her, and Y/N jumped. It was absurd how much she’d been lost in her head as of late. She was glad Lyanna didn’t tease her; instead, the girl asked, “Why is everyone so restless today?”
“I was just thinking that. Did you see the kitchens? I can’t imagine why we’d need so much sausage and stew.”
“They’re making dessert, too! I’d ask my father, but I can’t find him anywere.” As they talked, Lyanna and Y/N walked outside to one of the many yards inside Winterfell’s walls. Just like inside, there was a flurry of activity, things being moved and cleaned. Lyanna said half the horses had been taken, perhaps on a hunt for fresh stag. A sudden thought struck her, and she turned on her heels to face Y/N, nearly knocking the girl over in the process. “Y/N, what if… what if my father finally decided—?”
“He didn’t,” Y/N replied instantly. “He would tell you, Lyanna. It won’t be a surprise. Maybe something happened and he’s gathering some bannermen on short notice; maybe it’s about Brandon’s wedding. He has been gone for the better part of a month.”
“That’s all true,” Lyanna said, although she didn’t sound comforted. “Perhaps Father is entertaining some ladies for him. Oh, gods, we’ll have to make smalltalk with them…”
They sat on one of the many carts strewn about the yard, following the activity. Predictably, Y/N’s mind wandered to Ned, and she kept her sigh from escaping. She glanced at Lyanna, half-listening to her friend chatter about a hedge knight that visited months ago. He showed off some jousting in the yard for their amusement, and Lyanna was still enamored. Y/N’s thoughts were wholly preoccupied with the terrifying idea of telling her about the letters, the ones that had gradually become far less proper and more personal.
Suddenly Lyanna asked, “Did you have any plans today?”
“I have a feeling if I did, you’d pull me away.” Y/N said. “Why?”
“Do you still have your old brown cloak?”
Those grey eyes were gleaming with some sort of mischief. Perhaps it was the restlessness of the people around them, or her own anxious thoughts… but rather than steer away from trouble, Y/N turned toward it.
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There were small collections of cottages directly outside the walls of Winterfell, mostly farmers and butchers who directly served the castle, and offered board to travelers during the large feasts. But if someone really wanted to find something interesting, they’d go to Wintertown. These were the more prosperous smallfolk, the merchants, innkeeps, blacksmiths, and so on. There was even a small sept, although most Northern townspeople had little use for it. Y/N had come here only a dozen times; to go, she and Lyanna would need an escort, and Brandon wasn’t eager to follow two silly girls around.
As far as they were concerned, the matter of an escort was silly now that they were women. Lyanna had no fear as she put on an old cotton dress and her grey cloak, while Y/N wore her brown and black dress she saved for riding and a deep blue cloak. Y/N tucked her pearl and jewelry away, and Lyanna pulled her own dark brown hair out of its braid until it was all around her shoulders, wild and free. The girls snuck quietly out into the yard, avoiding servants and guards, then drew their hoods up once they reached the gates. They waited, then Y/N pointed. Three sworn guards were distracted with a complaining merchant, and they slipped past the gate.
Once outside, they kept their hoods up, but giggled to one another. After walking a mile, they came across a farmer on the way to Wintertown, and asked if they could ride in his cart. The old man squinted at them, trying to focus his gaze.
“Are ye girls the swineherder’s daughters? Jeyne and … Milly, was it?”
“That’s our names. Can you take us to town?” Lyanna asked, putting on a false voice. When the old man agreed, she grinned so broadly, Y/N had to nudge her and give her a warning look. They hopped into the back of the cart and chatted while it swayed and hobbled along. The last time, it was an hour of walking before a cart passed by.
It’s good to see her like this, happy again. Y/N thought, glancing to her friend as Lyanna chatted. It’s been a dreary six moons. Or has it been longer?
Lyanna hadn’t been herself the whole time. Since her mother died, everything was bleaker. For the first moon, she just wanted to stay inside. After that she’d go out riding for hours at a time, and for once, Lord Stark didn’t scold her for it. Sometimes she’d rage, pick fights with Brandon or a guardman’s boy. Sometimes she’d just stay in bed. Those days were always the bad ones, Y/N knew, and she’d stay with her, writing or drawing or doing needlework while Lyanna laid there.
They’d get far worse than a scolding if they were caught at this game, but she just wanted Lyanna to be happy again. Wintertown was in sight, and they thanked the old man and hopped off his cart, too excited to wait for his mules to take them any farther. Y/N took Lyanna’s arm so they’d at least stay together, and they were off.
Just like the last time they visited, the town was buzzing. Thoughts of Ned’s words and Lyanna’s sadness quickly faded in the back of Y/N’s mind as they followed whatever interested them. A girl half their height was herding a group of sheep through the middle of a wide street, a woman was selling bolts of impossibly colorful fabric and thread, a blacksmith was loudly working on a sword. The girls watched all of it.
“Wait!” Y/N patted Lyanna’s arm excitedly, distracting her from the molten-hot red sword and the hammer that was beating down on it. “Do you see that?” She pointed.
Lyanna squinted. “That stall over there?”
“Yes, let’s hurry! Maybe he still has some!”
“What are you talking about?” Lyanna laughed, but followed along. She quickly realized why Y/N was so excited: There was a variety of colorful, fresh vegetables, but more importantly… fruit.
“You buying?” The man asked warily, mistaking them for the lowborn girls they were dressed as. Back in their bedchamber, Y/N had to remind Lyanna to tuck away her direwolf pin. “I’m selling, not giving. You girls got coin?”
Y/N ignored his tone and asked, “Are these from White Harbor? My father worked the docks.”
“That so? He on one of the merman’s ships, or the ray’s?”
“The manta ray, at the Whitetide docks.”
The man grinned, showing some missing teeth. He nodded his head like he was familiar with this mystery sailor. “Aye, with Lord Caspian’s fleet? His ships are good ones. These fruit come all the way from Dorne and the Arbor, but they’re still fresh.”
Y/N could see that. Her heart was racing at the sight of peaches, oranges, limes, figs… of course, Lyanna’s eyes went straight to the lemons. She giggled and shook her head. “They’re better when they’re baked in cakes. Have you had an orange before?”
“Never. Let’s get some. Four, if we could?” Lyanna asked the man, and he handed them over. Four was all he had, and Y/N paid, feeling a little sorry for taking so many. She wondered if the common folk could afford fruits. This cold preserved them well.
They walked around the market idly, more interested in the treats they just acquired. Y/N taught Lyanna how to peel the orange and the wolf-girl was delighted with how sweet and juicy they were. “This is wonderful! Why aren’t we baking these into cakes?”
“I suppose someone tried, and it didn’t work out well,” Y/N mused. “My mother liked to squeeze them into her water, or she’d just drink the juice itself. When you preserve the peels and dry them, you can scatter them amongst your things to make them smell good.” She thought about her mother’s hugs, and her favorite parlor, and the strong smell of citrus and exotic flowers that permeated both. She was a Northern woman, but took to the wonders of Dorne and Essos and the Reach, little treasures brought in on her husband’s ships. It was how her father courted her: With baskets of fruit, tropical flowers, strings of pearls and giant conch shells. Y/N smiled, remembering how her mother lit up when she told her about it.
“I can promise you, my little pearl, one day you will have such kindnesses paid by someone who truly adores you.”
“You know so many things. All I know is passable dancing, and horses.” Lyanna said, breaking Y/N’s reverie, of which she was grateful for. The Stark girl rubbed at her chin where some juices at dribbled, and Y/N handed her a handkerchief.
“You know swords and lances well.”
“Aye, but I’m not allowed to use them.” Lyanna frowned, but it didn’t look like her mood was lowering. She eagerly bit into a second orange instead. Y/N sighed and put the handkerchief back into her reticule.
“Can I have the peels?” She asked.
“Are you going to put them into my riding boots?”
“Gods, I’d need a bushel to mask that scent.”
Lyanna didn’t want to throw her precious orange, so she settled for lunging and chasing Y/N instead. Y/N shrieked and ran, glad for the headstart: Lyanna had to chew and swallow her orange pieces properly before tearing after her. Lyanna’s old dress was short enough that she didn’t have to pull up the skirts, but Y/N had the lighter cloak. She shrieked again as Lyanna grasped for it, but missed. “I’ll get you for that!” The girl hollered. “Come back, Y/N!”
They laughed and chased each other around the town like children, and no one cared. Some older women noticed and scowled, and a few children laughed and followed for a while, but no one stopped them. No one grabbed their ears and admonished them for the messy hair, dirty clothes and sticky orange-flavored fingers. They were little girls again, not proper ladies of five and ten, daughters of Stark and Caspian.
Y/N stopped suddenly, then yelped as Lyanna tackled her to the ground. She squirmed and coughed. “Lyanna! You’ll kill me!”
“Don’t start fights you can’t finish!” Lyanna responded. She realized Y/N was still winded and moved off her. “Oh, are you hurt?”
“No,” Y/N sat up and blinked the dust out of her eyes. Satisfied, Lyanna flicked an orange peel at her. Y/N picked it off her lap and ate it. Lyanna made a face, like Y/N just ate the peel of a lemon — then she remembered she saw her friend do that, too.
“Do you hear that?” Y/N asked. It was the entire reason she stopped. Both girls kept still and listened. They were on the edge of Wintertown, their game taking them to the very end of it. Out here was a few modest homes and small gardens, a crumbling wall, and the road leading to Winterfell.
“Horses,” Lyanna said. She listened. “Several of them, moving at once. It’s probably a retinue.”
“Is it Brandon? I can’t recall when he was supposed to come home.”
“It would be bad for Brandon to find us like this and tell father,” Lyanna said, but she laughed. She was like her old self today. Suddenly, she said, “Oh. We should have saved an orange for Ben.”
“But not Brandon?”
“His Lordliness can get fruit whenever he wants. He can ride to the Reach and pick it himself.” Lyanna scoffed. She stood up, pulled Y/N to her feet and they both dusted their dresses and cloaks off. The horses were closer now, easy to hear without them staying quiet. It had to be Brandon, or a nearby lord. It was too much commotion for farmers bringing food.
The girls walked to the crumbling wall and crouched down, eager to peek at the banners. They weren’t foolish enough to openly stare, even if this was Wintertown, they weren’t entirely safe. Y/N had a vague thought that Lyanna might have a dagger in her boot, but that wasn’t real protection. She kicked herself for not bringing something of her own, even if she had no idea how to use it.
“They’re taking their time,” Lyanna muttered. “Has to be a lord. A lordling wouldn’t bring so many wagons, and a merchant wouldn’t be so slow. If it is Brandon, let’s throw rocks.”
“Let’s not.”
“Fine, a single rock. I won’t hit his horse, she deserves better. It could always be Ser Roderick, or the Pooles. Maybe even Cerwyn —”
Y/N pulled her back, lower against the stone wall. “Shh.”
Two horses passed, carrying modestly protected Northern guards. Then four more guards followed, dressed in different leather and armor. Y/N squinted, not recognizing the arms on their surcoats. It wasn’t anyone sworn to House Stark. Then, what they wanted: The banners.
One man held a direwolf, and another one held a blue falcon. Lyanna shot up, and Y/N stumbled, as she was still holding onto her.
Then she looked up, and jumped to her feet just as Lyanna had. They both stared.
It was Brandon, as they guessed, and someone else. They rode ahead, followed by a few more men, one of them a fully-armored knight who wore the crest of a sky-blue and white falcon.
“Ned!!”
Lyanna was gone. She tore across a small field to the road, and the guards stopped all at once, their hands flying to their hips. That action snapped Y/N to attention, but she could only stand and stare. She watched the boy — no, young man — beside Brandon turn in his saddle, and his grey eyes lit up with surprise and happiness.
Y/N thought someone was sitting on her chest, then something was trying to get out of it. She was choked up, the world was spinning, and she could barely hear the words Lyanna, Ned and Brandon were all saying. Lyanna nearly jumped up on the horse, but Ned swiftly dismounted. He only had a moment before he was being strangled in a hug.
Brandon got down from his horse and said something to the guards. The horses shook their heads at the commotion but Lyanna shouted again, and two of the knights laughed, and Y/N was still.
Then Ned looked up over his sister’s head, and met eyes with her. Y/N took a step forward, then another. She forgot she was wearing an old dress, a cloak that was now dirty from running about, that her hair was out of a normally tamed and styled braid. Ned held out his hand, as though she was close and not ten or fifteen feet away.
Y/N shyly walked down the field to the road, trying not to look at the guards, or Brandon. Lyanna pulled away from Ned and grabbed her arm, pulling her the last two feet. “What are you doing, Y/N? Come over here!”
She was pushed in front of him. He was different in some ways, but not many. Brandon towered above him and Lyanna was just a little shorter. Y/N smiled at that, but quickly looked to her hands, which smelled of oranges and still had a little stickiness on them.
“It’s good to see you again,” Y/N could only say. She thought of all the clever and interesting words she sent before, and how they were failing her horribly now. Her mind scrambled for something to say, something she had written before, something good, but it was all jumbled.
She didn’t look at Ned as he replied, “It’s good to see you too, Y/N.”
It was quiet, like they were the only ones, but that was quickly interrupted. Brandon was beside them, loudly teasing, “It’s Lady Y/N, brother. I thought the South was supposed to teach you all those stuffy manners.”
“She’s always been Y/N to us,” Lyanna rolled her eyes. “More importantly, were you and father keeping this a secret?”
Her brother replied with a small smile. “Yes, it… it was supposed to be a surprise. I never imagined we’d meet you here.”
“And why are you two here?” Brandon crossed his arms. His good humor quickly left, as if he just took in their location and their clothes. He looked at Lyanna, then Y/N, and kept his attention on the latter. “Did you sneak out without a guard? Do you know how dangerous that can be? And why are you dressed like that?”
Y/N self-consciously pulled at her cloak as he questioned them, remembering the state she was in. Brandon’s words didn’t bother her, it was the realization that Ned hadn’t seen her in years, and this is what he saw as soon as he came back. Didn’t I have silly daydreams of him seeing me in the gown I made, or a new one? Why am I even thinking about that?
She was glad Lyanna and Brandon got into a little spat, to hide her embarrassment. She stepped behind Lyanna, half to shield herself, half to put some distance between her and Ned. She was steadily being overcome with an urge to hug him — wouldn’t that be natural? He was home now, but … it wasn’t that simple. So, she kept at Lyanna’s side, redirecting her attention on calming her friend.
“When I tell father about this, he’ll have words to say, especially since tonight he wants to hold a feast —”
“— If you tell him, I’ll tell about all that extra time you spend at the Rills!”
“It’s my job as heir to visit our bannermen and listen to their grievances!”
“Oh, yes, the pretty Ryswell daughters have much to say, I’m sure —”
Brandon went red and was ready to retort hotly, when Ned cleared his throat. He inclined his head to the men around them, all visibly impatient. Ned himself had some of that energy as he said, “Let’s go home.”
The way he said it, how could anyone continue to argue? Brandon stopped at once, knowing it had been years since his little brother had seen Winterfell properly. He patted him affectionately on the back, and Lyanna beamed. Y/N met eyes with Ned again, and they both turned away.
Brandon took his horse’s bridle. “Whose riding with whomst?”
“I’ll ride with Ned!” Lyanna blurted excitedly, and disappointment shot through Y/N so quickly, she felt a little sick. Don’t be stupid. That’s her brother, and she’ll just quarrel with Brandon, besides.
Brandon offered her a hand and easily swept her up on his horse. He asked if she was comfortable before swinging up himself, settling in like it was as easy as sitting in a chair. The problem is he put her in front, so his arms were loosely around her as he gathered his reins. Nervous as she was around these beasts, Y/N almost preferred riding behind him, although that was not always considered proper for a lady. Y/N had to hold onto him, especially with how far up she was. Brandon had a fine old destrier, once a great warhorse, still mighty and tall in her old age. She was perfect for taking him around the North, but Y/N thought she was entirely too big.
Lyanna happily settled in behind Ned instead of in front of him. Again, Y/N met his eyes. He had expressions that said so much, especially since he himself said little. She couldn’t read this one, though. Brandon called out, “Move on!” and the small escort went on the road. Y/N was thankful for the easy pace, and the steady gait of the destrier.
Her nervousness slowly settled as the four of them made conversation, with the Vale knight occasionally speaking up. Before long, the walls of Winterfell appeared before them, the proud white banners flying above. Ned looked up at the direwolf, and Y/N could swear some fatigue just melted right off him. The gates opened, and the guards keeping their station happily called to the boys, not noticing the state Lord Stark’s daughter and his ward were in. By the time their escort entered the yard, several servants, men-at-arms and children had come to see Ned come home.
Benjen pushed through all of them, eagerly running at his older brother. There was no shortage of hugs as Lyanna, Benjen and Ned reunited, while Brandon helped Y/N off the horse. Unlike his oldest brother, Benjen hadn’t developed an avoidance to his sister and her companion. He was only two years younger than them, and looked hurt as he said, “You all met him without me!”
“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Ned said again. “I crossed Brandon on the road by chance, and then these two—”
“Isn’t it a wonderful coincidence?” Lyanna grinned. She was still standing close to Ned, all but hanging off him. Y/N allowed Benjen to squeeze past her to get to Ned.
While the three chattered, Y/N asked Brandon, “You truly didn’t know? Where were you coming from?”
“Returning from the Karstarks. Father didn’t tell me a thing.”
Lyanna and Benjen began dragging Ned to the great hall, and now servants and guards started gathering, having realized who he was and all were eager to see him. Y/N smiled, pleased he was so missed… and only slightly glad he was moving further from her. She was anxious of what would happen if they were in a small group again, or worse, alone. She almost wanted to stay behind, but Brandon called to her, lingering back so she could catch up.
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Being alone happened far sooner than Y/N anticipated.
The next morning, she stepped carefully through the snow, watching for roots just slightly sticking out. The sun was beginning to peak over the stone walls, helping her navigate the quiet yard. This route wasn’t yet familiar to her. She’d only made it recently, and often without Lyanna. Her friend wanted to mourn in quiet.
Y/N descended into the crypts. She shuddered instantly, feeling a far stronger cold take hold of her. Her footsteps echoed off the stone and she walked steadily toward her destination, passing statues of long dead Lord Starks and their sons.
Lady Lyarra did not have a sculpted sepulcher, but she had a beautiful tomb and marker for her bones. Y/N held her reticule close, bringing it to her nose so she could smell the crisp, dried oranges and give herself peace of mind. She hadn’t even visited her own family’s crypt.
She gasped as the shadows shuddered, nearly dropping the dried peels. The torches were scattered about, some not lit, making the shadows grow and recede with every second. She heard something just a few feet away.
Y/N bit down a curse as Ned came into view, the shadows circling around him. He blinked at her, his grey eyes almost looking black in the limited light.
“Y/N?”
“Y-You scared me,” She shuddered. “I didn’t — I didn’t think there would be anyone here.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I…” Y/N paused. She couldn’t seem to steady her heart, not with Ned looking directly at her. He was so much taller than before. She turned away. “I wanted to pay my respects. To give a gift.”
He didn’t respond right away. Y/N thought of the letters, of the reassurances, the kindnesses she sent him when he finally heard the news of his mother’s passing.
Why was it failing her now? She squeezed the fabric bag between her fingers.
“You brought something for her?” Ned asked quietly. “Could I see?”
Y/N nodded. She stepped closer, but not enough to feel any warmth from him. The cold of the crypt was cooling her nerves. “Orange peels. I dried them. They… they smell nice.”
She felt foolish, but he smiled. It was slight, but it was there.
“This way.” He said. He took a torch off the wall and led her deeper in. Y/N forgot how far it truly was. The Starks had been dying for centuries, and soon they would have to dig deeper into the cave to make space for the future generations. Lyarra was buried next to her parents, neither of who had a statue either.
There were fresh blue roses on the grave, and older, smaller blossoms that had begun to dry and decay. Y/N recalled Benjen brought those. She arranged the orange peels neatly, happy with the fragrance they gave off in addition to the roses. Ned must have brought those.
She quietly prayed, and Ned kept quiet beside her, perhaps joining her, perhaps not. When she finished, her hands fell to her side. Her cold, bare fingers brushed with Ned’s, and she felt the soft wool of his gloves. His finger hooked around one of her’s, and she curled it.
“Ned, I don’t presume to know your feelings, but I can only imagine how much you must hurt. If I could only help — if you were only right here, instead of far away —”
“When I home come, I want to see you, and do all the things we said we would do. I want to watch you paint, and dance, and maybe ride a horse — because I know Lyanna will make us — but most of all, I want to hear your voice.”
Y/N felt her throat was dry, but she stayed put, wondering if her heartbeat could be heard bouncing off the walls. She knew if she looked at him, even with a glance, she’d lose all composure and just run away.
She almost did that, when a loud noise made them both jump nearly two feet apart. Ned instantly took her hand back to push her behind him, then touched his sword. He grasped the hilt and lifted it just an inch out of the scabbard.
“Gods!” Y/N let out a hard breath. The skinny orange cat that knocked the unlit brazier over. It didn’t have coal in it, but it still made a terrible racket. The cat hissed and ran back into the shadows.
“I see he’s still here,” Ned mumbled. He set his sword back, and his shoulders were still tight. “Damned creature.”
“He gets lost down here so often. If he were kinder, I’d carry him out.”
“If it’s the same orange cat from when I was a boy, he’d rather freeze to death than be touched for even a moment.”
Silly smiles graced their faces, in spite of where they were, in spite of why they came in the first place. Ned nervously touched the hilt of his sword. “Shall we return?”
As they stepped out of the crypt, Y/N had to lift her skirts to climb the stairs easier. Ned offered his hand, and she took it for the last few steps. He didn’t immediately let go, and she didn’t comment on it. Instead she asked, “Did they make you learn those manners in the South?”
“There’s all sorts of manners and noble bearing they expect. It’s exhausting,” Ned admitted with a shy expression, and Y/N couldn’t help but imagine him trying some sort of silly, formal dance she’d heard about.
“Give me an example.”
He stared at their connected hands, his ears and cheeks slowly growing redder. Y/N didn’t pull away, even if her own body was threatening to explode with nerves and heat.
She expected him to kiss her hand, like she’d hear the other girls gossip about. She felt his warm lips against her fingers, through her thin gloves, and it made her jolt. Some of his brown hair brushed against her arm. I might well and truly die now.
Ned coughed and hastily turned away from her, utterly embarrassed at his own behavior. “Th-that’s what Lord Arryn… what Lord Arryn said to do when … when meeting a lady…”
“Are you kissing other ladies?” She couldn’t help it. She giggled, the warmth in her chest bubbling up to her lips. Her hand felt like it was on fire. “Should I be jealous, Ned?”
Ned covered his face with his hands, and she laughed. She covered her own face to settle her silly, foolish giddiness. “Of course not,” He grumbled. “You’re the only one I ever spoke to, besides.”
“Oh, you must have talked to some in the Eyrie.”
“Some.” Ned’s grey eyes glanced to her. She met his gaze, and they held it as he continued, “Though I kept wishing you were there.”
Y/N had to look away again. She couldn’t giggle, her throat was stuck, her chest hurt and she hated how tongue-tied she was. She never imagined it would be this hard — whatever this was —
“What in the seven hells are you both doing?”
Looking through her fingers, Y/N watched Brandon saunter up to them. The older Stark tilted his head to his brother.
Ned could only manage to suspiciously avoid looking at him. Brandon glanced between them, and Y/N felt like she had done something wrong. She quickly said, “We were visiting the crypt to pay our respects.”
Brandon’s face fell, and he said little else. Y/N understood it would be time for breakfast soon, and the morning sun had long broken over the tall stone walls. The three of them walked back to the keep together, Brandon pointedly putting himself between Y/N and Ned.
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DEAR ADULT READERS/CREATORS,
18+ (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)
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^ see that? there is absolutely no way you missed that disclaimer if you understand the proper way to read english. but, let’s say you did miss it... here’s this message;
if you are under the age of 18, do not interact with 18+ adult accounts, or content.
there. hopefully you got the memo. if not, then i guess, one day, you’ll have the great opportunity to be featured in this brand new series of exposing, purging, and reporting minors! i mean... yay you?
disclaimer!; do not send any unnecessary hate to any of these people! it does not solve anything, and it could get you in trouble. just report, and block. thanks.
featured today, we have (drumroll please)... @/matching-with-my-demons!
warning: this post is very long!
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alright, so i don’t actually know for sure if he’s necessarily a minor, but i do know that he’s been lying his age, and many, many other details about his life, leading to him getting caught by yours truly.
from this point forward, i will be reciting a briefed account of what exactly happened from a collective point of view of all of the victims involved.
I. beginning.
so, (and i think all of the people involved can agree,) this person is a flirt. automatically. just giving everyone pet names, talking about doing stuff with us, role playing with us, you know. nothing too extreme. i wasn’t suspicious of him at this point. i mean, i was sure he was 18+. to be fair, he did mention that he was 21 turning 22. why wouldn’t we believe him? he was speaking like an adult.
II. little lies & suspicion.
now, i’m not saying that this is impossible, but at multiple times during our conversations, he’d mentioned that he was was fluent in seven languages. seven. it’s not entirely impossible, but you’d think that if english wasn’t someone’s first (of many) languages, they’d have some sort of accent, right?
not only that, but he stated that he was six years old when he moved to america from japan, and he hasn’t moved since. i know, i know, yeah, cool he knows a lot of languages, and he’s a foreigner. yadda, yadda. get to the point.
he said that he was of asian descent, and that his parents were both japanese, and they lived in japan their whole lives. where the hell is he learning all of these extra languages at the young age of 21?
if japanese is his first language, we can cut out the time needed to become fluent in it. next, i’m ignoring english, as he would’ve had from the age of 6 to 21 to become fluent in it, but somehow he claimed he wasn’t? (let’s not mention the obvious fake misspellings and misunderstandings of simple words.) how on earth would he have become fluent in (at least) five other languages in middle school-high school?
OTHER LITTLE LIES N DETAILS
- he claimed that he was a 6’7, 21 year old (cis) male.
- said he was a stripper, bartender, and a sex worker (we’ll come back to that later).
- sent a picture of “his” chest, but it was 100% from google or some shit.
- (not judging anyone who does) he said that his body count was 74, but literally no one asked?
- he texted us when he “got another body” tf? we don’t care. carry on, i guess. (said he went on for like 7 rounds but... what?)
- talked about getting a vibrator stuck in his ass n his roommate had to get it out for him, but once again, nobody asked. °-°
- said he could bench 200 lbs. not impressive, just thought it was worth mentioning.
- said he had the same birthday as bakugou, which, okay.. (4/20)
- he made multiple channels in the server where he could roleplay with certain people, which, i, and a couple other people never used.
III. the voice chat.
after a while of all of us messing around, the conversation started to get heated, and some of us were teasing him, including me. we decided to get on voice chat (his idea), and he started talking into the mic. all of us were very confused, as he did not at all sound like a giant of a grown man.
but, despite this, we all warily continued, until he left the call. when he left, everyone who was participating voiced their current concerns, and laughed out our nervousness. that is, until he re-joined and everyone muted. he continued doing what he was doing until he “broke character”, stating he was a voice actor and it was hard to keep up that voice because it hurt his throat. i would’ve believed him if he didn’t sound the exact same as he did when he was “in character”.
after that, we were a lot more concerned and on edge about his identity, and i started to focus more on the shit he was telling us, hoping to find out who the fuck this person really was. i stopped interacting with him in a nsfw way, and mostly observed what he was saying, just watching from the sidelines.
II. the pictures.
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not only do the skin colors just not match up, the hands in each picture are totally different people. even if you take into account the lighting differences, the undertones should still be the same. these pictures are fake.
if you look at the fingers, you can see that the ones on the right are flatter, and shorter. if the hand on the left were to hold that phone, it would wrap all the way around the device.
from a common sense standpoint, we know that our palms are always lighter than our skin tone. the fact that the hand on the left is still darker, proves that these are different people. (not that we needed proof.)
also, if this guy is so muscular, why can he only bench 200lbs? and why is his wrist so skinny?
+ to me, the phone, (right image) and the quality of the picture, looks like a black iphone 4s. from what i can see, at least. meaning, if i’m correct, that picture is majorly outdated.
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for both pictures, he flipped the image so that we wouldn’t be able to find it by just by reverse image searching. luckily, one of the people involved was able to figure that out, and told me immediately.
III. ID check.
like i said before, a lot of us were starting to get really suspicious, but at this point, i thought i was the only one that was sketched out, so i issued another ID check.
(be sure to click on the pictures. one of them is really long. also, when reading, read the date and times that messages are sent. i was trying to lighten the mood and be nice, but it was honestly so offensive that he thought i was legitimately dumb.)
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so, obviously, these ID’s are fake. not only are the pictures the exact same, but the backgrounds are the same, the outfits are the same, the names are totally fake, and just, wow. i don’t really know how he thought that was gonna slip past me.
after i called both him, and @/yourmajesty-theking out, he went into his own discord and started ranting to some of the other people involved that he was freaking out because he didn’t have his ID.
remember how i said that he mentioned he was a stripper/bartender/sex worker? why the fuck don’t you have your ID on you if you claimed you were at work that day? you can’t get in without it. °-° just- everything he was saying didn’t come together cleanly. the timeline is all sorts of fucked up.
you can’t drive without an ID, how are you getting to work? you can’t get into a strip club without an ID, how are you getting in? you can’t serve alcohol without and ID, how are you a bartender? you can’t get an apartment without an ID, how are you living with a roommate?
he told us that he moved to america with his PARENTS, and somehow his grandmother is in america now? when did that happen? if you’re gonna lie, at least make it believable.
IV. conclusion.
anyway, do what you want with this information. the people in the discord all agreed that based off his voice and the evidence, that he couldn’t have been older than 15, and at most, 16.
though he hasn’t deactivated his account, the last time he was active was april 7, 2021 at 12:39am (EST) he claims he lives in cali, so i don’t know what time that is there.
thanks for reading. i’m sure i missed a lot of stuff, but for now, this is all i could put together. also, lmk if there are any spelling errors. i’m too tired to check.
like i said, if i get any hate for calling out a minor, you will be blocked/reported, and i will not hesitate to turn anons off for the time being. besides, saying dumb shit doesn’t affect me. just makes me laugh.
- bum <3
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