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obsessedwithtwilight · 1 year

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Bear with me because I’ve never written a head cannon before.

Meeting you for the first time even though you’re shy

Edit: I added vampire Bella because someone said I should

Carlisle

- You got into and accident and broke your foot

- He think its cute how you wont make eye contact with him and you mumble

- He instantly feels a connection to you and wonders if you also feel something

- He’s scared that he’s going to scare you

- He wants to make you feel comfortable around him, he wants you to trust him enough and let yourself out

- He admires how you try to be brave even though you’re shy

- You have a stutter? He loves it

- He wants to tell you everything about himself immediately but knows you might run if he does so he stays away from the topic

- He’s mysterious, checking up on you when you don’t know he’s there.

- the night after you left the hospital he stood in your room watching you sleep to make sure you were alright

- He kept watching over you intently until your foot was fully healed, even then he still was there

Esme

- As her eyes land on you she wants to immediately bring you into a tight hug

- She met you while she was helping out at the school

- She asks if you’re lost because you’ve been wandering the halls for the past 15 minutes

- Has the sweetest laugh when you quietly ask her where a class is

- She introduces herself and walks you to the class, speaking to the teacher out in the hall so you don’t get into trouble

- She feels very protective of you, she knew you were special the moment she saw you

- Whenever she’s at the school she’ll stop by one of your classes to say hi

Edward

- He met you on your first day at school, you were both sophomores

- He thought you wouldn’t like him at first because when he first introduced himself you shied away

- He gets to know you at your own pace and by your senior year you’re close friends

- He walks you to all your classes even if you don’t share them

Alice

- She saw you coming and made sure she met you early

- You met at a movie theatre while you were watching your favourite movie

- She sat next to you and after the movie she asked you what you thought about it

- She listened intently as you rambled about your favourite parts, and she laughed when you looked away realizing how loud you were being

- She offered to give you a ride home since you took a bus

- Giving you her number she left, saying she’d love to hang out with you again and that she hopes you become good friends

Jasper

- He immediately noticed you in a room of people, your emotions were so strong he gravitated towards you

- He sat beside you as you waited for a doctors appointment. He was visiting his father.

- He used his gift to calm you down and talked to you

- You wondered why you felt so calm around him

- After your appointment he was still there, waiting for you

- “I hope you don’t mind me waiting for you. You seemed so nervous I just wanted to make sure everything went okay.”

- He gave you his number in case you ever wanted to talk

Rosalie

- You worked at a café across from the salon she went to

- She was a regular, you liked how she always ordered the same thing so you didn’t really need to talk to her

- She compliments you a lot

- She ends up giving you her number, saying how cute you were and how she wants to take you out sometime

- She likes how flustered she makes you

Emmett

- He goes on runs (human runs) past your neighbourhood everyday

- One day it starts raining and he asks if he can stay in your house until it stops

- You reluctantly agree, you end up hitting it off

- You watch your favourite movies and end up having a great time

- It becomes apparent later that he likes you

- You like to call him a big teddy bear

Bella (As a vampire)

- You got into a little trouble with her dad, what did you do? Just a little, teensy weensy crime. Nothing major

- Charlie thought you and Bella would be good friends so he introduced you to her

- She wonders how someone as shy as you could do a crime, even if it was little

- She admires you from afar and when you’re together

- She’ll take you anywhere you want, you remind her of her when she was human and she wants to protect you at all costs

#twilight x reader #the cullens #cullens x reader #carlisle x reader #Esme x reader #Edward x reader #alice x reader #jasper x reader #rosalie x reader #emmett x reader #headcanon #twilight headcanon #meeting you #bella x reader

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enii · 5 months

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🐱❄️💕🐱

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mine-elsh · 2 months

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Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite..♡

#love #writing #love quotes #meeting you #listening #song #first time #first love #favorite #my favorite #thoughts #aesthetic #quotes

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euesworld · 1 year

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"When I met you, there was a small spark in my soul.. an ember that grew into flame, ablaze with a passion to know you. I wanted to be close to you, so close that I could hear your heartbeat.. I saw a smile so beautiful that everything else paled in comparison, and that voice.. music to the soul. I've been trying to write poetry my whole life but when I met you, there it was.. all of the words that had eluded me my whole life. You were the greatest inspiration, art in its purest form.. poetry on the lips of a poet, complete and utter soul porn."

When I met you, I couldn't get you out of my mind.. I still can't - eUë

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mrd0ll · 4 months

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["Oh? You're here? I didn't think, I'd see anyone"]

[FINALLY FINISH THIS OH MY GOD :'D THE BACKGROUND IS SO RAAAH-]

[I will make the outfit reference tomorrow-]

[Husogi belong to me!]

#art #drawing #husogi #oc #Meeting you #<3 #This damn Bamboo-#THIS BACKGROUND #Outfit oc #REFERENCE OC_HUSOGI/ARTDOODLES

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lchufflepuffcorn · 1 year

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Meeting you pt.4

Wanting so much, yet having nothing.

(Not my gif, credits go to its owner/creator)

Author's note:

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Warning: Description of a catatonic state, description of past trauma, exposition to the story, past motherhood, past death.

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Not human at all - Maddy Jane

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1932

(Y/N) was sitting outside of the tiny house Esther and Thade had in Yukon. It looked like a bit of a vacation house made out of fancy rocks and entire tree trunks. Thade liked to remind her that he had made the house himself with what he had under his hand. But (Y/N) pointed out that there were nearly any trees in Yukon. So where had he found it, ‘by all that was above?’

Nevertheless, the house was situated deep in a valley, not too far from Dawson City and Elsa, but still reasonably far to not be disturbed. That way, their unique lifestyle wouldn't trouble the humans, nor would it distract them. They knew all too well the consequences familiarity with humans could lead to if they were not careful.

Like her, Esther and Thade were feeding mostly on animals, which thus why they tried to live as far away from the cities. They’d approached that style of life at the same time (Y/N) did when their family was forcefully disbanded for the good of survival. Like (Y/N), they still maintained good contact with the humans. After all, good lawyers made good friends in times of need, and Thade was a renowned rock researcher in the area, or whatever his profession was called nowadays. He had his name on some book covers on the bookshelf covering part of the living room wall.

Since the grasp of Azaria had released the three of them, Esther and Thade seemed to be well off in their life. They were living like good citizens and thriving on love and fresh animal blood. It warmed (Y/N)'s chest with pride to know that at least two of her hold nests were happy.

Thade had invited the woman and Alice to come to live with them a year ago when he graduated from university. When he'd written it to her, (Y/N) had been ecstatic.

It wasn't the first time, of course, but she was always happy that he could further educate himself. (Y/N) couldn't do it. Going to university was still foreign for women most of the time. She was not married and had no family to back her up in case of trouble (like there would be any), so (Y/N) had let her dream of education fall behind her, like a childish dream never to come true. Instead, every time Thade would terminate a notion. She'd avidly borrow his books to learn, too.

Esther was a stay-at-home wife -for obvious reasons. While it was a little less hard for people of colour to live those years around- as slavery was now officially abolished, it wasn't exactly perfect either. At least now, they'd earn something when they worked. Hence why Thade made friends with successful lawyers in every town they decided to live in for the next decade.

Alice was gone hunting for that afternoon, and while (Y/N) loved her friends, she was glad to have a quiet moment for herself. It had been years since she'd done nothing at all. There were books scattered all around her, but she paid them no mind at that instance. She was too engrossed by the thoughts that ran through her head. The rarity of her thought being louder than the emotions surrounding her was what made her so unaware of the thing happening around her. She didn’t mind the books opening and closing with the rhythm of the breeze. Or the small bushes followed the wind in their movements. The moss was cold and somewhat humid, hence why the woman was sitting on a blanket. She was wearing a long grey dress, and while she couldn't feel the cold, a shawl still cloaked her shoulders. The heaviness of it was always calming, and God knew she needed it right now.

The first of September was always a sad day for (Y/N).

A small melody hovered near (Y/N) as she mindlessly picked on the blanket draped over the moss-covered ground under her—flying with the wind toward the sky as she hummed under her breath. It was an old song she'd remember singing to George when the time would demand it. She couldn’t begin to place words in the air anymore, it had been too long, but she remembered it talked about wishes and horses and beggars*. Her fingers were mindlessly caressing the heavy pin holding the shawl around her shoulders.

(Y/N) was never empty. Part of her was to feel and alter the emotions that people felt. And she preferred that than to be left alone with her feelings. Like everyone, the woman felt like she could have done more with her life. She could have provided better for those who once were around her. She could have saved the triplets Azaria had changed, raised them as her own, (Y/N) could have changed her son, and she could have done many more things. Yet, she didn't. And so, to forget how it felt, she started to work with those who needed it the most.

The sick, the hurt, the young, and the dying. (Y/N) felt like she could do something to help them. It did help her feel better about herself, but never for long. The feeling she had stuck in the back of her throat always came back in the dead of night, lurking until it made her crack.

Alice was adamant about finding Jasper and finding (Y/N)'s mate, yet that wasn't clear if those were two separate souls or just one. It seemed to be for (Y/N), then again, Alice would change her mind every other day with her visions going back and forth. (Y/N) didn't mind not having anyone. It hurt less than knowing they could leave or die. The truth was that she was lonely, of course. Even more so now that she was constantly reminded how beautiful love was with Esther and Thade, yet, she didn't feel the need to search for or meet her destiny. She didn't want other could but wouldn't moments.

"(Y/N)?" Esther's voice took (Y/N) from her daydreaming, and the woman turned promptly in her friend's direction.

Esther was a beautiful woman; her features were still at sixteen by Azaria's fault. She would never see her body become as mature as (Y/N)'s. Yet, there was a spark of intelligence that danced behind her eyes, the kind of intelligence only a very old lady could acquire. The older vampire smiled at her friend and took a seat next to her. (Y/N)'s hair was loose, and the wind was making some strands of it float around her head. Esther showed a ribbon she was holding to the deadly pale woman.

"I found this some time ago. I wanted to give it back to you." Said the eldest. "Do you mind if I braid your hair?" (Y/N) let her take the hair without saying a word.

The ribbon she was holding had once belonged to (Y/N). It was a remnant of clothes someone in the house she’d occupied for years once owned. It was dirty and old and had taken a horrendous yellowish colour, but she still cherished it for so long. (Y/N) had thought it was lost many years ago when she left Germany in a rush during the 14-18 war. It had golden-cream colouring, and just like (Y/N) remembered it, familiar symbols were still embroidered on it with a dark thread.

Esther was feeling serein. For the most part, the empath could feel the warm emotion flow in her otherwise cold body. But there was also a hint of regret that made the feeling as a whole a bit sour. (Y/N) wasn't sure why her friend felt conflicted about braiding her hair, but she didn't ask. Instead, she took a breath slowly. The younger vampire felt the emotions fade from her, and she could sense Esther's hands grow less tense in her hair too.

The two girls met a little less than two months after (Y/N)'s first outing in the world, a good ten years after the woman turned into the thing she was now. Azaria had made (Y/N) move with her to her castle in France as her niece from England. Out in public, Esther was only their beloved maid. The truth was that she was Azaria's second change. Thade, at the time, was passing for (Y/N)'s cousin, as one of their creator's sons, the other being Elliott.

There were also Gabriel and Gregory who lived with them. For a long time, (Y/N) had felt the closest to Gabriel, as he was changed only a couple of years before her. They'd been courting for a time until Azaria sent him away to Greece with Roman, another of Azaria's vampires. Ever since Gabriel and (Y/N) only saw each other once more at Azaria's trial. That had not rekindled their relationship in the sightless. There was something in the death of their creator that broke their connection. (Y/N) preferred not to think about it too much.

Thade and Esther had a lovelier love story, in the younger vampire's idea of a romantic tale. She was not the best to tell the tale of their love, but it made (Y/N) think of it as an epic poem from antic Greece. Her relationship with Gabriel, if you wanted to know about the most extended romance she'd ever remember, resumed with some stolen kisses before a departure. The other two had found themselves in a war, and Thade, utterly infatuated with Esther, had asked Azaria to change her as the first was dying from her wounds. Since that time, they nearly never separated.

"What was that song you used to sing?" Asked Esther, breaking the comfortable silence they sat in, yet again pulling (Y/N) from her thoughts. "The one about the beggars and the wishes?" And so, (Y/N) started to sing the few words she could still remember of the song, her head resting on Esther’s shoulder.

"If turnips were bayonets, I'd wear one by my side."

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Alice liked the perspective of having a family-like Esther and Thade had. Even (Y/N) thought it was a nice thing to have. The three of them fit right in with each other. But Alice still couldn't help noticing the faraway look on (Y/N)'s face when the other two shared a moment. The pixie-like girl couldn't help either with the spike of jealousy that the three vampires made her sometimes feel when they talked to each other about things they lived through. Precisely like a family would. Alice didn't have that.

She didn't remember that.

(Y/N) was always quick to bring Alice back into the conversations, filling her in on the story being told or telling her who they were. The more petite woman was always thankful for that. (Y/N) acted like an older sister to her. When that happened, it was the other two vampires that shared looks Alice couldn't decipher. She guessed it had something to do with (Y/N)'s past. But as (Y/N) didn't really talk about it and Alice never asked either, she didn't know for sure.

What the youngest of the four knew for sure, however, was that the man (Y/N) and she were searching for wouldn't belong to appear, maybe some years still, but nothing too dramatic. And she also knew for a fact that it would bring (Y/N) peace. Alice didn't mind being alone; she knew that there would be someone for her too. And she guessed that she could do something for her friend also, as -as far she knew- both souls were lonely. It was her destiny to match the two lonely souls together, she was sure of it.

They were the first vision she ever saw, after all.

"Alice?" questioned (Y/N).

The youngest of the lot shot her weird reddish-yellow eyes up toward the three others. From the worried look her friend gave her, she realized that (Y/N) must have called her many times before.

"Sorry, what is it?" She asked. Thade spoke before (Y/N) could open her mouth again.

"How was it today?" He was talking about the change of diet. Alice knew that.

Out of the four, she was the one who had the most difficulties sticking to an animal's blood. Not that she wasn't trying her best, it was the smell of human blood while she was hunting that usually messed her up the most. Since they came here to take a little break from humanity -Esther had invited the two about two years earlier- Three humans were dead at her hands.

"Nobody died." A small, embarrassed smile crept on the girl's face.

Thade's face was solemn as he nodded, earning himself a slap behind the head, graciously given by his wife. He then started to laugh, incapable of controlling himself any longer. The other two women straightened up, exchanging glances.

"Be sensible, Thade." Chastised Esther, her teeth clenched.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, shaking her head. She turned again to look at Alice with a kind smile on her lips. "That's good then."

Her right hand was on Alice's arm in a maternal-like move of pride. Alice lowered her gaze to the older woman's hands, where she still aborded a wedding ring. It was a giant sapphire surrounded by tiny diamonds, like a shiny flower. Alice always thought about just how wealthy (Y/N) was before turning out if her husband could afford a gigantic ring of the sort. She met the empath's eyes once more.

Alice wasn't to say that she'd overheard (Y/N) singing to Esther earlier in the afternoon as the smaller girl came back from her hunt. The girl didn't like to feel like she'd intruded on something (Y/N) wasn't ready to share with her.

There were things she wasn't ready to share with (Y/N) too.

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"You know between you, who feels emotions and take 'em away, and her, who sees things, I don' know who frithen' me most." Said Thade one day as he and (Y/N) were taking a walk around the propriety. Thade had aborded the 'Alice subject' with the woman more than once in the last month, always saying that exact sentence. (Y/N) didn't know what more she could add at every moment she heard the words.

Everything (Y/N) thought had already been said before.

They'd walked in the valley where he and Esther lived, (Y/N)'s arm wrapped around his. If they had lived in a town, the two of them would have raised questions. Thade wore an old suit of his last used whilst king Charles II was still on the throne in England, and (Y/N) was wearing an old Edwardian dress. They looked like mismatched reenactors. For the two of them, it was just comfortable clothing they'd been used to all of their life before. That and everything else had been used and waited to dry in the sun.

"I still think you should be afraid of Jane more than us." Answered (Y/N) flatly, the conversation would not go much farther than that today. Thade knew it, so he didn't push more on the 'Alice subject.'

"You talk as if I didn't know she's dangerous." Posted Thade, stopping his walk and releasing his hold on the woman's arm to face her.

"I say so because you seem to have forgotten what she's done."

Thade rolled his eyes but retook hold of (Y/N)'s arm. "It was a farce. I apologize if you didn't find it to your taste. You’re rather difficult when it comes to laughing." His amused annoyance didn't escape (Y/N) as her chest felt heavier, and the butterflies in her stomach suddenly retook flight.

"Alice is a nice girl; she wouldn't do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. She doesn't control her vision." started (Y/N) in an ushered tone. "She already feels ostracised when it happens. Try not to make puns about it, would you?"

Thade laughed, but (Y/N) knew he understood. That was how Thade was. Laughing the situation away was his way of making people comfortable. It was also his way of making himself escape uncomfortable moments such as this one.

When the man's laugh finally calmed and silence came back between them, Thade retook (Y/N) arm's with his, walking for a while without saying words. The woman could feel the sturdy grip his loneliness had over his throat, and the dryness of his palate did not make it easier for them to start the conversation (Y/N) knew was the reason for their walk.

"Are you leaving already?" Asked the man, finally.

Thade was old. Older than most monuments. Thade had only been ten years younger than Azaria, after all, and Azaria was already old when she'd turned (Y/N). But even if the man was older than everything the young empath knew, he still looked like a boy. Barely out of his teenage years when the boy turned, his face still reflected the child Thade was. Much like Esther, he looked too young for the curse he had lived with since his rebirth. But as the words left his lips, he appeared to (Y/N) like a lost child, in need of guidance. He seemed to do the age his face was giving and not the thousand-something years he'd roam the earth.

"I am." She said softly, cradling the boy's face gently. Even if he was older than her, it didn't change the fact that she'd been a mother. And his eyes, like his emotions, were screaming to be held. (Y/N) refused to give in to the cold feeling he was radiating; like a gray and gloomy, rainy day personified.

"I don't want you to leave." He whined softly.

"I know."

"Esther is pleased to have you with us again..."

"I know, Thade. But I can't stay." (Y/N)'s tone was final, but her face was still holding a patient smile. It was exactly like dealing with a child. "This is your life, not mine."

Her thumb ran on the boy's face gently. They would probably pass for the untrained eyes of brother and sister. (Y/N) had always been like a second mother to Thade, even when they were with Azaria. That monster never was motherly anyway. Sure, she was generous and manipulative, but nothing more.

"At least, then, think about what I told you. I worry for your safety, Alice’s too. Maybe a man in your rank could help you find better lodgings…" Tried Thade, letting go of her arm and gesticulation wildly.

"I'm perfectly fine on my own!" Cringed the smaller woman, shaking her head. "I don't need you to find me a good suitor."

"I’m most pleased to hear you find yourself comfortable as you are. But I worry still." Argued Thade, a smile etched in his voice even then. (Y/N) couldn't tolerate looking at him. If she'd been alive, her cheeks would have burned a flaming red. "But please, think of it for me. Pete and his girl are good gals. And their friend sounds to be like you a whole lot. Meeting them wouldn’t hurt, and who knows…" Continued her old friend.

The empath shook her head again but stayed silent. Thade sighed, but kept silent, preferring to walk a little more in the dry ground that formed his propriety before turning tails and reaching his house. The subject was changed and not talked about again.

A week later, (Y/N) and Alice were leaving Carroll's house. Alice was fuming and arguing with (Y/N) all the way until they reached near McDame Creek. Then she went silent because of a vision.

''He decided not to go.'' Her tone was calm, but (Y/N) could still feel the fury burning in her lungs. ''Why didn’t you want to meet him?''

''We don’t need anybody to survive.'' Responded (Y/N).

She didn’t want to need anybody to survive. (Y/N) had managed just right on her own before, why couldn’t she anymore? It wasn’t as his times were regressing anyways. Plus, what if she’d agreed to stay, and he’d decided not to go either way? Or what if he truly wasn’t her mate?

(Y/N) knew what: the hopes she’d argued to not be raised would still have deflated. And she preferred to ruin her own chances than let people deceive her into more hurting.

And so the girls continued their way from McDame to Sandpoint, where they decided to live for a small amount of time.

* If Wishes Were Horses, Beggars Would Ride. Was a song from England, first published between 1605 and 1628, by an unknown songwriter. It’s considered both a nursery rhyme and a proverb, first collected in a Scottish Proverb collection. It suggests that if wishing could make things happen, then even the most destitute people would have everything they wanted.

#Twilight x reader #jasper hale x reader #Jasper Hale Imagine #Jasper Cullen x Reader #Jasper Cullen Imagine #x reader imagine #Twilight romance #Jasper Hale Romance #Jasper Hale slow burn #Twilight Slow Burn #Romance #Slow burn #Serie Meeting you serie #Meeting you #Jasper Hale Serie

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wicked-elfie · 2 years

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Hey Time Swappers and rando Leosagi fans!

The three-part leosagi story continues! And this update is SO SWEET! Very dialogue heavy, this one. Please check it out! Please leave comments, I really love reading them and answering questions! I’m very talkative! Enjoy, babes! <3

#rottmnt #rotmnt #rottmnt movie #time swap au #separate times #fic #leonardo #leo #miyamoto usagi #usagi #leosagi #katanashipping #meeting you #I'm in love with this pairing #plz #it's basically just them flirting lmao

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darkobssessions · 1 year

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April 7th, 2023

I love the people that are like caricatures of themselves when you first meet. They appear soft and blurred, their faces wide with possibility, their edges round like question marks

As the night goes on they fill in more of the blanks, colouring in here and there, filling out here and there, and chiselling out some features as if by the hand of God

The more you talk the more their features take on their stories, lines and dimples shading in, warmth and depth exuding as they pull you in. What starts out as youth matures.

By contrast, those that look the same when you see them and when you meet them. Whole features seem projected as though on a screen, the quality undisputed by your merriment and movement, be wary of them.

Those who do not change upon hearing a story, or whose eyes remain with the same fixed quality, never letting you in, meeting your eyes but not your questing

It's the ones that shift and mold and come into perspective, moor and awn, rise and dip and anchor, then set sail together for new horizons, that have the very best hearts

By the end of the night, they are lined with stories, with the harshness of their weather, near and dear with inkwell eyes, their lips landing strips, their palms open to you, their features twitching with tics

You have journeyed together, you have come to some understanding about human nature, you walk away part lovers somehow, past life knowers, you see they never look the same to you again

They keep evolving, peeling back layer after layer, and their beauty shines more with each passing day. They are not what you expected but they are just what you needed

Beware the features which reflect the light in the very same way day after day, they have been cut off from the undulating tides of life. You want barnacles growing, trust me

#spilled ink #poetry #one of my favourite pieces ever written #poem #meeting you #neurodivergent encounters #my writing

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my-wordy-brain · 2 years

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But what if we never met. My life would be irreplaceably different without you.

#writing prompt #meeting you #my love #my wordy brain

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pocket-size-cthulhu · 1 month

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I'm a cryptid in Stardew valley. I live on the outskirts of town. I disappear for days on end, purchasing daily one-way tickets to the calico desert. Nobody knows where I go while I'm there. Can occasionally be found fishing at random spots throughout town. I am never not running on at least one triple shot espresso. I take the abandoned minecarts to get around and am frequently seen disappearing into the sewers. I carry a sword for some reason. Once every week or two I will stride into your bedroom to deliver you your favorite meal. I'm a self-made millionaire. I attend all the town events and will go to your concert in the next town over. I have donated approximately 2583 items to the local museum and singlehandedly revitalized the town community center. There are rumors I can talk to junimos. I'm friends with the local wizard

#Stardew valley #most common meeting place for me and my girlfriend is level 20 of the mines #I'm so proud of her 🥲#i give her spicy eel that i got from killing monsters in the skull caverns #seriously can you imagine having someone like that in your town lmao

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enii · 11 months

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Meeting you💕

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i23kazu · 5 months

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how i feel when someone reblogs my stuff with a really really nice tag

#[📍regular broadcast!]#the sillies #thank you to everyone who has interacted with me over the past few days HEHEHE #asks will be put off until tonight ; i have 2 more meetings hehe

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euesworld · 1 year

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"Hey darling.. where have you been my whole life? One things for certain, I'm glad you're here now.. I just wish that I had met you earlier. You are beautiful for what it's worth.."

I don't know how or why I met you but I am thankful for it every single day - eUë

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lchufflepuffcorn · 2 years

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Meeting you

Chapter 1 : Shadows were lurking in the night

A Jasper Hale Fanfiction series

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Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four,

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Author's note: Hi :) So this is the very first chapter where something really happens. I hope you'll like it. It was reworked and everything!

Warning: Sexism, slow-burn romance.

Words: 3577

Mr. Loverman - Ricky Montgomery

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1925

Sitting in a park at the last hour of the day as the sun slowly goes under the trees' limit, drowning the world in shadows. (Y/N) was enjoying a book before having to move to a less visible place to exist. She was not one to linger in one place for too long, and it's already been way too long that she'd been sitting on the bench already. While a woman alone in those years was not as strange as when (Y/N) was still a child, it was not yet the norm. And it had been a long while since then.

Darkness did not bother her as much as it did others. There was rarely something worse than what she was lurking about in the nighttime. Therefore, (Y/N) didn't usually bother with what people thought of her. She would sit wherever she liked, and that would be it. As a result, not many people came to bother her while reading her book when the sun started to come down from his throne up high.

That led to how right now, (Y/N) was still sitting on her bench, at nearly nine in the afternoon, reading a book with only the streetlight's help. She did not need any light to read. Her eyes were better than those of most humans. However, she'd smelled a man lurking in the park some thirty minutes earlier and felt his gaze on her multiple times since then. A policeman, she'd figured. His emotions weren't powered by adrenaline but more by worry. He'd walked in circles for some time before he decided to approach her.

She closed her book as he did so. The woman couldn’t decide if it was because the policeman grew courageous -or foolish- enough to walk up to her. It was irritating, yet, amusement washed through her as he stood mere centimetres away from her. The officer's worry came to the woman in a wave that met her like water met your feet at the beach. It washed over her, bringing everything she felt to a second plan. He stopped in front of her, not speaking for a while as if he was assessing her. While she didn't need to breathe, the fresh air in her lungs -the air (Y/N) took in to speak- gave her a light-headed feeling that cleared her thoughts from the anxiety that was shaking her to her core. But the iron smell coming from the man-made her throat ache painfully, and the venom started pooling in her mouth.

She'd have to go hunting in the next few days, or the thirst would take control of her actions.

"Miss, you should head home, the streets... The streets ain't safe at this time a-night." He said with a smile, offering the woman a hand to help her back to her feet. "Do your Da know where you are?"

(Y/N) was good at ignoring the pain the iron-like smell of blood gave her. And so, she ignored the burning ache that made her mind scream for violence and the sudden over-spill of venom that drenched her mouth before she spoke. Instead, the seemingly young woman smiled in the policeman's direction, accepting his hand. That way, her covered fingers would not be cold against his skin. She directed her attention to the worry he was radiating, like small needles piercing through her lungs.

"I live just across the street, officer. I appreciate your kindness." Then, as he didn't make any move to leave her, (Y/N) added: "I'll head home now." She was careful not to show too many teeth in her smile, as it always made the humans uncomfortable. And she knew that the sombre time of twilight was accentuating her features in ways she didn’t always appreciate.

Seemingly satisfied with her answer, the policeman tipped his hat in her direction and turned to continue his round. (Y/N) rolled her eyes toward the star's illuminated sky. She patted the green just-under-the-knees-length dress she wore for the day to clean it from the dust it might have collected before walking in the direction she gave the policeman. His wariness was still clinging to the back of her neck, and she couldn't shake it off her. (Y/N) closed her eyes, concentrating on something else for a while—the wind on her cheeks or the overly-sweet smell of flowers bordering the road. Anything really to try and overcome the emptiness burning in her belly. And the buzzing irritation coming from the building she was sensing rolled over her shoulder.

The woman was lodging in an all-girl house, paying about ten dollars a month. It was expensive, especially for the room she had, but everything was expensive since the war. Most of the girls (Y/N) lived with were either nurses or girls from the street. She was a teacher. Fresh out of university, seemingly naïve and full of dreams, (Y/N) taught small children from age five to twelve in a private school. Soon she'll have to move out and change the town, but it was calm and lovely for the moment.

(Y/N) liked children for their creativity and their open mind. They didn't ask many questions about why she was so pale, why she was so cold, why her eyes were a weird shade of yellow, or why she looked about their older sisters' age. They all were too busy learning and playing around. Sure, sometimes older boys -the older brothers- tame everywhere and asked about her, trying to make her leave with them. Some even peeving for her to court them, but the woman never gave in.

She didn't like mingling with humans more than was necessary. After all, it was already harder enough to teach -most days- with her condition. (Y/N) didn't want to get in trouble. She'd seen once what power and human could do together. In her experience, it seemed to always end in ashes. Esther liked to remind her that humans were quick to pass on, and there was still a new one to take their place, but it didn’t calm the grief in (Y/N)’s mind.

The lodging-house had strict rules. No men were allowed inside. Every girl was to be asleep -or at least in their rooms, for the tenth hour of the night. (Y/N) was paying an extra dollar, so the house's matron would turn a blind eye to her nocturnal whereabouts. She'd said that the war had made her insomniac to win herself some pity points. And it wasn't a lie per se. The war had messed her up bad enough to give her living nightmares. Not that the matron needed to know about her inability to sleep anyways. The burning sensation in her throat had nothing to do with the emotions people in the building were feeling. (Y/N) could only sigh. It was nearly eleven at night now, and she was already inside. The woman figured she could stay inside for today. Hunting would have to wait until the next day.

(Y/N) removed her gloves before leaving the lodging-house hall and entering the corridor leading to the rooms. The heavy, gloomy miasma of jealousy and envy made the woman uneasy about staying, at first. It wasn’t unusual for her to sense those emotions, but the constant weight of it was harder to ignore, a little more with each passing day. She knew why the other women felt like that. Toward each other, toward her. It matters in the end. Something was always better in someone else than in yourself.

She took a small breath, rolling her shoulders to make them seem less tense than they were, and blinked a couple of times to implant the movement as natural to her body. ‘Practice makes perfect, had always said Azaria, and (Y/N) liked to make a good performance.

(Y/N) could hear the matron's angry steps on the staircase's wood floor. The suffocating feeling of rage and jealousy and emptiness flowed through the woman, overwhelming her like a raging sea would an unprepared boat before she could classify the emotion as if they were information taken from a book. The woman could hear the matron closing the door of the house above the lodging house behind her as she made her way down. With each approaching step, (Y/N) could also feel the irritation she was feeling, hugging her ribcage in a tight iron-like grip, jealousy making her dead heart drop to her heels. The woman placed a surprised expression on her face and redied her jumps for when the matron would barge in the hallway. When (Y/N) turned around, she met the matron's blood-blotched face in anger and she dropped her head in a kind and respectful curtsy.

Mrs. Gordon was a woman in her late forty or early fifties. She was well-rounded and small—her form indicating the bearing of a trail of children in her prime years. But now, the smiling face had gone. A pinched mouth and piercing eyes were in its place that tried to read the information inside your skull every second—searching to catch you in a lie.

"I arranged so that your sister could sleep in your room for the time being. But she'll have to pay for her stay. It's not a whorehouse here." (Y/N)'s brows raised for a quarter of a second, too fast for the matron to see, at her assumption. But, of course, it wasn't called a whorehouse. However, God only knew what kind of things some girls did when the matron wasn't listening.

But what, sister? Thought the woman. Nervously, her now bare fingers met the ancient and heavy-looking golden locket shining at her neck as she started to fiddle with it. Still, she nodded, putting on a thankful face. She didn't have any plans with Esther, and Thade had yet to send her a letter about his whereabouts.

(Y/N) could try, but she couldn't see who was passing for her sister at this hour, so late at night, in this day and age. She didn't know many people, let alone women, with the same condition as her.

Anger rose in the woman's chest from the pit of her stomach until it burned in her cheeks, yet no blood rushed to her face. Contrarily to the matron, standing in front of her, whose cheeks were now a dark red. The matron's eyes were dark with fury. "Should it happen again, I would like you to be like every girl living under this house and tell me beforehand."

(Y/N)'s hand went to her head as she removed the pin that held her small hat attached to her hair. The updo was still tightly tied together, but the little green hat was all dirty from her walk from the school ground to the park. Leaves and small branches had caught it with the wind, leaving little trinkets of their passage there.

"Of course, Mrs. Gordon. It won't happen again." (Y/N) promised, flashing a kind smile to the woman before her. She passed her on the staircase to make her way to her room, and soon enough, the anger she was feeling was replaced by a strangling excitement.

It was refreshing, nearly cold in her insides. Contrasting wildly with how stuffy (Y/N) was feeling seconds ago with Mrs. Gordon. The lump in her throat was making it hard to breathe, or would make it hard if she'd need it. But at the same time, she felt like a swarm of bees had taken her brain hostage. Her hand could only turn the golden door handle from the red-painted door of her room before something cool caught her hand and pulled her inside. The door closed harshly behind her. The blur surrounding (Y/N) was the only sign of how fast everything was.

"I'm so glad I finally got to meet you!" A feminine voice whispered the words in her ear. Shock throbbed throughout (Y/N)'s body, rippling on her nerves like water disrupted by a rock.

The girl who hugged her was not letting go, and her emotions came crashing into the other woman's body, hard. A feeling of unconditional love overcame (Y/N); hot between her ribs, she tugged the girl closer to her dead heart. The girl before her was seemingly floating in a pool of happiness and comfort. (Y/N)'s head was swimming in dizziness she hadn't felt since she was still a human. Or at least, she didn’t remember feeling it in the after. Yet, even if she didn't know who the girl was, she let her out of her arms begrudgingly.

A warm feeling in the pit of her stomach made her uncomfortable. It was as if she should know the girl standing in front of her. Yet the fact that she could place her as someone she recognized brought the homesick feeling of being empty and in unknown territories more present.

Even if she didn't need it, (Y/N) gasped. The overwhelming emotions still held her calm with the breath of air she took. The younger girl in front of her wore a bashful smile as they separated.

The twinkling of her eyes made something burn with comforting flames in (Y/N)'s stomach. And the waves of uneasiness returned, colliding into her even harder.

"I'm sorry to be this improper. I'm Alice." A hand extended in front of (Y/N).

The woman assessed the one standing in front of her. They were nearly the same height. (Y/N) was about three inches taller than Alice. The younger woman had her dark brown hair cut short, pale like death herself, and her eyes were blood red, unlike (Y/N)'s, who had golden eyes.

"I'm..."

"(Y/N), I know." Giggled Alice. "I saw you months ago." (Y/N) frowned again. Her marble-like face went from calm to bother, like an ancient statue suddenly taking life, unmovable and fixed in a serious expression while she integrated all the information. The soft furrow of her brows and the pout of her mouth cooled the usual warmth of her face. Her hand loosened the grip she had on the other girl's hand.

Saw her, had they met before? She asked precisely that.

"Oh, no. I'm like you, see. Well, not exactly like you, but I too have a... gift." So said Alice, a crooked smile tugging on her lips as she played with the hem of her dress.

It was a simple dress, a decade older and too big for the girl. As if she'd gotten it from a hand-me-down boutique. The dress seemed well-worn already, and the colour had faded a little. If (Y/N)squinted, she could see a hole in the left sleeve; Alice had stuck her thumb in it.

(Y/N) would have thought Alice was from the little people, a fae or something in the like of it if she didn't know better. Alice had hesitated on the word gift as if she wasn't sure it was the proper term to use. (Y/N) nodded, forcing a smile on her lips, and gestured toward the small table her room was graced with, placed between her bed and the large window. Alice smiled brightly, taking the seat she was offered before continuing her monologue.

"My gift is to see the future or at least a glimpse of what could happen if someone chose to do a certain action."

Again, (Y/N) nodded. She wasn't sure to understand what the more petite girl wanted to say, but she tried her best, and for that, (Y/N) was not going to discredit her. She could see that the short-haired girl struggled to put in words what she was capable of doing, and the woman thought about how she would explain her capabilities. Not as eloquently as Alice, that was for sure.

The woman undid her hair from the severe bun she had worn all day until this ungodly hour into the night. The ancient-looking, heavy golden pin that held it throughout the day came to rest on the table where both girls sat. It'd been a gift many years ago, and (Y/N) held on to it religiously. Alice was talking fast, so fast that (Y/N) wasn't sure she understood every word.

"How did you find me?" She asked, finally. Her finger ran through her hair to make sure any remaining knots would leave, letting the brown-ish locks cascade on her shoulders, covering the front of her dress.

While she lived like a human, she wasn't exactly the most out-going person there was. Not only because she was relatively new in the United States and didn't know many people, but also because of what she was. And still, tension was still holding the world by the scruff of the neck. Nobody was as trustful toward strangers since the war.

The woman had difficulty figuring out just what had given her out for Alice to find her. It did seem like Alice had followed her for a while. But how had she found her location in the first place? Even if the small, fae-like girl had the gift of prophecy, that didn't make (Y/N) any more tricky for any other enemies to find her too. Had she any enemies? Had she done anything to make some enemies?

Alice seemed to see the other girl's concerns because a heaviness settled inside her, just on top of her lungs. (Y/N) could feel it too, and she took in a sharp breath. The sadness was a quick passing emotion and was soon replaced by sheepish guilt. The feeling of a feather slowly floating down inside of (Y/N)’s brain overtook her worries.

"In my visions, you're always surrounded by small children, so I figured you worked in a school or as a nanny. I looked for signs that would tell me where you lived. Then, when I saw the name of the town, I took a train." The girl was decent enough to feel remorse about that last thing. It made (Y/N) giggle. Alice looked like someone's little sister, sneaking around to see who her older sibling would run around with.

She reminded her of Eliott.

(Y/N)'s ring ornate hand came to play with the locket once again. She took in Alice's appearance. Passing the unmistakable vampire look and her petite frame, Alice -(Y/N) decided- was more beautiful than cute. She had a sharp look in her eyes, and her body was slim. Her hairs were cut unevenly, almost as if they had been forced over her by someone. Over her black dress, definitely too big for her, Alice wore a shawl covering her neck in the same fashion (Y/N) covered her left arm's wrist. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to own any jewels or make-up, so her face did look deadly pale, and she had no way of covering it.

Both girls talked in low voices until the sun made the sky look like a blood-soaked painting. (Y/N) learned what brought Alice to her near the end of the night. She saw that her future was intertwined with hers in one way or another. While they -well, mostly Alice- talked, the other woman decided something about the smaller one. She resembled a pixie. Her sweet but chaotic energy was refreshing in those after-war times when everybody was exceptionally sad.

"I should prepare for my day now..." said (Y/N) while glancing at the sky from the window. She felt Alice's sadness, but she made it look like there was nothing. Yet, the bittersweet taste that lasted on her tongue lingered. "We'll see each other tonight again?"

The question left (Y/N)'s lips before she could stop it, with the face Alice gave her and the sudden burst of butterflies in her stomach, the woman wasn't too sad about it.

"Can you show me where you hunt?" Asked Alice, her eyes full of stars. The other girl was taken aback. In Montana, the town of Kalispell was small, and while the forest was close by, (Y/N) had never hunted with people since she started feeding on animals instead of humans. And it had been years since she started doing so. She preferred to hunt alone and have her peace of mind.

The idea came to her when she heard her creator speaking about the letters. She was exchanging with a member of the Volturi who discovered it possible to survive by feeding on animals. While the process did not entice Azaria, (Y/N) was thrilled to find the new. But, of course, this was all before Azaria's fall.

(Y/N)'s eyes met Alice's once more.

"If you want to, I'm not against it." The small pixie-like girl smiled and opened the door of (Y/N)'s room.

"I'll meet you this afternoon after your classes then?" The young woman nodded, smiling gently as the smaller one skipped down the stairs. She flashed past Mrs. Gordon, who shot her a glare before eyes (Y/N), waiting at the top of the stairs. The angry look the matron gave her was significantly less than the emotion the woman felt. (Y/N) could swear she would die a second time by all the stuffiness she felt in her chest.

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