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randomfandomimagine · 4 years

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Kind (Jesse Pinkman x Reader)

Characters: Jesse Pinkman

Fandom: Breaking Bad

Tags: Reader Insert, Female Reader

Warnings: Sad, dark, mature, drug mention, swearing, abusive home

Word Count: 1,5k words

Requested by @im-just-star-dust: Hi, could u write about how Jesse finds a girl while at the methheads house from season 2? He befriends her and the little boy, and takes them to his house. Both children are almost mutes, so jesse teaches them how to speak, write and read. The girl trusts jesse since hes the only one whos nice to her other then her brother. The two form a close friendship, and soon a sort of unspoken romance.

A/N: This is my first BB/Jesse writing, yay! I shortened and changed your original request a bit to fit, but I hope you still like! Thank you again for requesting :)

A knock at the door interrupted your crying. Looking at your little brother, you waited and listened. The knocking continued, so you stood from the bed. Trying not to scare him, you smiled and stroked his head.

“Stay here, sweetie” You whispered, to which he only nodded. Honestly, you weren’t expecting him to talk after that long.

Silently leaving the room and closing the door behind you, you stood in the livingroom. A figure moved slowly amongst the mess that was the floor. You were done trying to tidy it up, because the next day you found it worse than when you started.

“Yo!” The man shouted, and you sneakily moved to grab the bat leaning against the door. “Anybody home?”

You noticed he wielded something in his hands before him, so you tried to take him by surprise. Emerging from the shadows, you swung your bat and knocked the gun out of his hands.

“Shit!” He muttered, covering his head once he was left unarmed.

It wasn’t the first time someone broke into your house, and while sometimes they would just get whatever they wanted and run, they had never blatantly called out asking if someone was home.

“Wait, wait!” The young man begged you. “I wasn’t gonna use it! Yo, drop the bat! I’m not gonna hurt you!”

You breathed heavily, but decided to leave off him. Not that you liked hurting people anyway. You backed off, still kicking the gun away from his reach. He didn’t try to retrieve it.

Taking a better look at him, you realized he wasn’t that much older than you. He wore lose clothes and a beanie. His fair blue eyes studied you, and you averted your gaze, uncomfortable with his scrutiny.

“Uh...” He rubbed his shoulder, there where you had hit him. “Your folks home?”

You shook your head, still glancing at the ground. Honestly, you preferred to be home alone. At least that way you could have some peace and quiet. Even if the overwhelming helplessness never left you.

“When will they be back?” The young man tried again, but you only shrugged. “Okay, uh... Yo, what’s your name?”

You didn’t reply, holding on to the bat so tightly that your hands hurt.

“I’m... My name’s Jesse” He awkwardly told you. “Mind if I wait here?”

He got no reply from you, not even a gesture or a glance. Jesse sighed.

“You, uh...” Moving slowly, he reached out to take the bat from your hands. “You won’t need that, I promise”

You whimpered as soon as he came close, so he immediately backed away again. Holding his hands up, he apologized to you.

“Sorry! Keep it if you want, you...” His eyes looked you up and down again. “Jesus...”

When you looked up at him to see what had alarmed him, you saw him taking his hoodie off. When he handed it to you, you were reminded of the clothes you were wearing. Old, tattered and literally falling to pieces.

“Take it” He insisted, still not walking any closer. “It’s okay”

Timorous, you reached out to take it, being careful not to brush your hand against his. You put the hoodie on and found a great comfort in it. It was too big for you, but it was almost new. And it was warm and cozy.

“I’ll just...” He awkwardly fixed his yellow shirt, which was also big and loose. “I’ll sit over there”

You watched him as he went to sit on the couch. Just then, the door to the room opened and your little brother came out. Instinctively, you went to hug him against your stomach.

“Man...” Jesse mumbled with a sigh. “Want me to call someone?”

You could read it in his eyes, the meaning behind his words. He didn’t really want to say it in front of the kid, but... He didn’t mean just someone. The cops. He was already pulling his phone out of his pocket when you loudly whimpered.

He immediately looked up at you, noticing the panicked expression in your face. Pressing your brother tighter against you, you shook your head at Jesse.

“Oh” He muttered, peering at the two of you. “Right... I... Shouldn’t do that, huh?”

You nodded, slightly calmer seeing as he didn’t want you to be apart either. If the cops came, you would be put in a foster’s home. And they would separate you. You didn’t want to leave your brother alone after everything your parents put you through. He was too little anyway.

Gasping, you felt your brother escaping out of your grasp. However, instead of trying to hurt him, Jesse just curiously watched him as he went to turn the TV on.

That stupid knife program was on again, like always. The only thing you could ever watch. Your brother walked to the couch, too naive to be scared of a stranger. Hurrying to protect him, you sat down in the couch and put your brother on your lap. Your arms protectively fell around him.

Jesse, at the other end of the couch, stared at you. With the corner of your eye, you recognized the empathy in his gaze.

“Yo, I, uh...” He began to say. “I just have some stuff to sort out with your folks, and then I’ll go”

Still wary about him, you eyed him carefully. A friendly smile appeared on his face. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw someone genuinely smile, let alone yourself. It was... uplifting.

“I know you don’t even know me, but... You could come with me and I’ll try to help you out” His voice was so kind and gentle that it brought tears to your eyes.

Only bad people had ever come to your house. Thiefs, addicts, dangerous people. Ones that didn’t want anything to do with you, and if they did it was to get a hit. To make a deal with your parents.

“I mean, I get it if you don’t want to” He continued, still keeping the distances. “But man, fu... eff your parents”

You continued to be quiet and check on your brother. He didn’t pay attention to the conversation, absently watching the TV.

“No?” Jesse gently insisted. “That’s okay... I get it”

Tears suddenly welled up in your eyes. You couldn’t exactly tell why, you were just overwhelmed.

“I...” Jesse’s head whipped towards you at the sound of your voice. “Y/N”

“What?”

“Name’s Y/N”

“Yo... Good to meet you, Y/N”

He offered his hand, still bearing a smile. You dared to take it. Gently, he shook your hand. He didn’t hurt you. You tried to hold back your sobs, not wanting to worry your brother. It was difficult, since you had been holding in for literal years. And now that someone showed you a hint of compassion and kindness, you crumbled.

“Hey...” Jesse whispered, gingerly putting a hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay”

You sniffed as silently as you could, being strangely comforted by his hand kindly rubbing your arm.

“Y/N” He softly told you. “How ‘bout I buy you a burger after, huh?”

You gawked at him, the tears freezing in your eyes. Was he really that nice?

“Yeah! As soon as I talk with your folks, I’ll take you and your lil bro to have a bite” He smiled to reassure you. “Whatcha say?”

You nodded your head, feeling excited for the first time in forever. Going out, eating a warm delicious burger. It sounded so good.

“Yeah? Cool” Jesse squeezed your arm before letting go of you, and you found yourself missing his comforting touch. “We’ll just-”

He was interrupted when the door opened. The noise, as usual, brought a pit in your stomach. The loud voices had returned. Jesse tensed up as well.

“Hide in your room, and take the kid” He urged you, kindly tugging at the fabric of the hoodie. “Trust me, c’mon”

Knowing what business your parents got up to, you stood from the couch, carrying your brother. Not entirely sure what would happen, though, you lingered.

“Go, I won’t hurt them, I promise” He nodded his head to the side, and you knew that’s where the gun was left forgotten. “That thing’s empty”

“J-Jesse...” You stuttered, hesitant to leave.

“Wait for me, ‘kay?” He warmly smiled. “I owe you a burger”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, truly hoping he was as kind as he seemed to be.

After all, he had respected your space. Didn’t force you to talk, avoided swearing in front of your brother, gave you his hoodie and even tried to comfort you. You really wanted to believe in his kindness, so you did as he said and returned to your room.

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goldencatchflies · 4 years

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Time In A Bottle

[Read on AO3]

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Derek Morgan/Savannah Hayes, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid (could be read as platonic)

Warning: Spoilers for 12x06 “Eliot’s Pond”

Word Count: 1115

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of alcohol Alcohol, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Hurt Spencer Reid, Sad Spencer Reid, Moreid, again could be read as platonic, Savannah is a supportive girlfriend, because we stan Savannah Hayes in this household, Pining Derek Morgan, im bad at tagging, ://, Song fic, but a very very loose one, :), ANGST!!!, there is a lot of angst here, :))), Ok maybe not that much but a little bit, :))

A/N: Thank you to my bby @mayliia for being an incredible beta! ❤️ ilysm babes!!! ❤️ Takes place after 12x06: Eliot’s Pond

Summary: Hotch leaves. No goodbye, no letter, no nothing. He’s here one day, gone the next. And too many people leaving leaves Spencer running back to the arms of an old friend.

He wakes up- wait, when did he fall asleep? Does it matter? It’s was cold. Obviously. He was sitting shirtless at the window, which is open for some reason. He goes to his kitchen to grab a water bottle, only to step on broken, brown glass. He was already confused, I mean, first he was shirtless, which he only not wore a shirt if he was about to take a shower. Then the window was open... that one is so weird because, given that he’s rarely open the window it should be stuck shut. And now the broken glass on the floor? What in the hell was going on?

He removed the glass shard from his foot, and carefully walked around the broken bottle on the floor to get to the kitchen. His head started ringing. A very very high pitched ring, that made Spencer very very uncomfortable. He mindlessly grabbed an open bottle that rested at his counter, and drank what was left in it. He grabbed the broom, trying to ignore the ringing in his ears, and started sweeping the glass off his carpet.

He rushed to his his bedroom and put on an old Beatles shirt. Wait- a Beatles shirt? Where the hell did he get a Beatles shit from? He tried not to give it some thought and speed walked to the kitchen to get something- some type of medicine to free him of the ringing that had only grown louder. After a while it sort of faded away, and he was back to the empty, freezing apartment, with an unwanted Beatles shirt and mild headache.

He didn’t remember a thing. Mr. Eidetic Memory, didn’t remember a thing that had happened in the last 24 hours. Which only made him even more confused. Wait-hold on- he was sweeping a brown broken bottle off the floor- beer probably. Ok, ok... that’s a start. Maybe he got drunk and blacked out, which could totally explain why he doesn’t remember anything.

The t-shirt, it smells like Morgan. Wait, why does he have Morgan’s shirt. It took him a few second to remember why. A few years ago he spilled coffee on Reid, and, sure Reid had his own go bag with a spare shirt, but accepted Morgan’s form of apology, by letting him land him his shirt. He’d never really wanted to return the shirt, it’s fabric was soft, and it smelled so nice and comforting. Morgan never asked for it back either- he probably forgot though.

Ok, so that explains the shirt, but what about the window? Spencer moves towards it and locked it shut, automatically feeling a little warmer. The air conditioner! It’s been broken for a few weeks. Ok... Spencer laid in his couch in silence, staring at the ceiling. He didn’t really notice he was crying until de felt one of his tears slowly entering his ear, which made him flinch. He wiped his face with the palm of his hand, and ran it through his slightly curly hair. He got up from the couch, and tucked in his- Morgan’s- shirt on his pajama pants. For some reason he felt uncomfortable with it untucked. The memories of the previous day, slowly entering his mind again. The 3 missing kids, the twins from ‘83, Hotch never coming back- HOTCH! Oh no... no no no no no no no.

Spencer felt his legs weakening and fell back down into the couch. Once again he stared at the emptiness of his apartment, this time his wall. He was never seeing him again. Hotch, his mentor, almost like his father, he just left. Like Gideon. Like his “real” dad. They all just left. And all of a sudden Spencer wasn’t sitting in his living room, staring absentmindedly. He was very much standing. In an all-too familiar hallway, knocking on an all-too familiar door. And he could smell the man on the other side of the door, or maybe it was the shirt.

“Reid?” Morgan open the door with a concerned sleepy look.

“Hi” was all Spencer could say, before he broke down crying again, nearly falling, his legs betraying him one more. Luckily Morgan caught him in his arms, and guided him inside. Reid just sat on Morgan’s sofa, knees to his chin, while Morgan made them something to drink. He came back with two mugs, and sat beside Spencer. He placed both mugs on his coffee table, and ran a hand down Reid’s knee.

“He left.” Reid’s voice cracked painfully, given his dry throat, obligating him to drink the tea Derek made them.

“Hotch... He left, Morgan, just like Gideon, my dad... Elle... He left- no warning, no goodbye, no nothing. He was here one day and gone the next.” He continued, full on crying and sniffing. Morgan just sat quietly, and pulled Reid in for a hug.

“Spencer?” Came a sweet and very sleepy voice from the doorway. Oh no, had he woken up Savannah? He hoped not. “Is everything ok?” She asked genuinely concerned. When she looks at Morgan, is when she noticed nothing was ok. She just nodded at the boys, and disappeared behind the door.

“At least you said goodbye.” This made Morgan’s grip on Reid’s arm tighten, and he stoked it up and down, in hopes of comforting him. “At least you said goodbye...” he repeated, whispering, as if trying to comfort himself. Derek took Spencer into his arms and embraced him, making Reid cry even harder. Morgan layes back, bring Reid along with him. He was laying facing upwards, with a crying Dr. Reid on top of him, head laying atop his chest, arms wrapped under the older man’s torso. Morgan ran his hand through Reid’s hair, and they just layer there in silence. It didn’t take long for Spence to fall asleep, but Derek couldn’t even bring himself to close his eyes.

“And do you have any idea how hard the was for me? I wanted to stay so badly, but this isn’t the kind of life for a parent. I had no idea Hotch was just gonna up and leave, but I’m so happy you came here- came to me- for comfort. I’ve missed you so much kid, and if I could go back in time I would just hug you for a bit longer. I would listen to you ramble about your statistics. And I would let you know every dam day how much I appreciate you!” Morgan whispered to him, crying, knowing he was too far into his sleep to hear anything he was saying. He placed soft, tender kisses all over Reid’s forehead, hugging him tight.

“I’d tell you I love you!”

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littlebitoffanfic · 5 years

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Instinct

Fandom: Jeepers Creepers Character: Creeper Relationship: Creeper/reader Request: Do you think you can write one with The Creeper from Jeepers Creepers where the reader is pregnant with ensues a lot of fluff and whispering sweet nothings to one another? Then they go into Labour? Bonus if they're like the Creeper with their own unique skills. If that's too much trouble because you don't know enough about him. Then maybe do it with slashers as headcannons such as Jason, Lizard, Michael Myers, Pennywise? Sorry its a long one, but know i do genuinely enjoy your works. A.N: both? Both. Both is good. You stood on the roof of the old farm house, waiting anxiously. But you had nothing to worry about when you saw your other half fly up and land on the side of the roof. The human he carried struggled in his hand but it was no match for your partner. a soft snarl left his lips as he held the human out to you. You knew what he wanted to know. “Which part?” His growl and movements asked you. You walked closer, sniffing the area. It was a little harder because at this point, your sense of smell was drawn to creeper, but you had to single out what it was you were craving. “Lung. The right one.” You spoke, sure f yourself. Creeper cocked his head to the side, surprised by how precise you were being. Of the two of you, he was the most picky. But since your current change in ‘circumstance’, you had a very particular taste that needed to be satisfied. Even if it was nearly light out and this was a heavily watched area. Creeper then snapped the neck of the human and when the body dropped to the ground, he started to tear the clothes and skin open to retrieve your treat. your hand ran across your stomach, which only showed the faint outline of pregnancy unlike humans. It was more for defence. Creeper babies are conceived during the time you wake to feed. It develops over two sleeps, so takes about 46 years from conception to labour. You had just woke up from the first sleep, and the second was certainly going to be interesting. Neither you nor Creeper knew you had been pregnant when you had went to sleep, lying as your normally did, side by side with your wings protecting you both individually. But now, you would cuddle into Creeper, resting against him as you encased yourself in your own wings as normal, but his wings would enclose you, protect you and his unborn child. that was all you really knew as did Creeper. It was so uncommon for creatures of your time to cross paths, that actually becoming mates and conceived a child. But as Creeper stood up, offering the lung out of the chest of the human, you couldn’t help but smile and take it. The small movement in your womb told you the baby was excited by the smell alone. So you ate. “We must leave.” Creeper walked up to you, streaming you to the edge of the roof as his eyes darted behind you. You were about to stretch out your wings, but you were swept up into Creepers arms as his own wings spread and he jumped off the roof and taking flight, leaving the body on the roof. you giggled, resting your head on his shoulder and kissing his neck. When you first woke and realised you were pregnant, you didn’t know how he would react. It was so unknown to you both. But he had beamed at you, his eyes darting to your stomach with joy. You came to understand why. He was like you. You had always assumed you would be alone for the rest of your long life, unable to find another of your kind in the short time you were awake. So when you had ben drawn to Creeper the first time by his distinct smell, you couldn’t believe your luck. He had welcomed you with open arms, eager to prove himself to this female and gain a mate and companion. He would show you how he could provide for you, take care of you and make you happy. He offered gift he made, humans for you to feast on and anything your heart desires. You were concerned at first, because you had some human blood in your bloodline. Your skin was different than his, not leathery black, but softer and this made it easier for you to fool humans into trusting you. Your hair covered the webbed claws that only went up to your ear. You had learned English over the years and it was your preferred method of communication, so you had been both stunned and impressed with Creeper had opted to learn for you. The first three sleeps, you would return to your own den, but on the fourth, he asked you to stay with him. And you did. That had been nearly a thousand years ago and you had stayed by his side. When you stayed with him, he got more protective of his domain, making sure that no human could enter while you slept. He would position himself in front of you, acting as a small barrier for you. He was more than you could had wished for, in terms of a partner. He was loving and protective as well as being utterly in love with you. He worshiped the ground you walked on and even more so now you had found out about the child growing inside you. “Thank you.” You whispered to him as he landed outside the little cottage that lead down to your den. He simply smiled as he placed you down, his clawed hand passing over your stomach but pausing there for just one moment. “Anything.” He whispered to you lovingly. It was the second last sunrise until you were due to sleep but, for the first time in your life, you wanted to sleep earlier. Creeper had said it might be because the baby would be tired and it must be draining. He started to carry you rather than flying because the pain in your back made it difficult to fly. Creeper guided you into the cottage and down into the basement which lead to the den. “Im sorry you haven’t been able to hunt much with me.” You give him an apologetic look but he shakes his head. “I only wish for you to be happy and healthy.” He smiles, taking your hand and pressing a soft kiss to the skin. You couldn’t help but smile. “You have certainly succeeded.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you kiss his lips. You felt his claws grip at your sides, wrapping around you completely as he kissed you back. you felt a shiver run through his body as he suddenly lifted you up to press you against the wall. “Carful. That’s how we got in this situation in the first place.” You giggled, breaking away for air. His eyes rolled as he placed you back down. You turned your head away as you yawned. “Tired, my love?” He breathed, cupping your cheek as he looked at you with a degree of concern. “a little.” You nod, continuing to the den. As you pushed the door open, you were greeted by the familiar soft glow of candles and the smell of home. “Do you wish to sleep earlier?” He follows you, closing the door over and locking it security. “No, its fine.” You shake your head, going to lie on the bed he had moved down here for you. It allowed you to lie down and stretch your wings out. You allowed your wings to unfold from behind you and, as you sat down on the bed, you spread them out. This meant you could lie down. you closed your eyes, wondering what the next sleep would bring, when you felt a hand resting on your stomach. You opened your eyes to see Creeper crouched at your side, his hand running over your stomach so softly and gently. His eyes were fixated on your stomach, and you understood why. The next time he woke, it would be to a baby. A child of his own. Who he could teach and help grow into a creature like its mother and father? You both had so many questions. How quickly does a child grow? Will they want to leave and establish their own den when they grow older? Will they sleep through the first 23 years or will you need to rise with them? As far as you knew, it was near impossible for you to wake during your sleep. But there was so much you didn’t know, and neither did he. “you are worried.” Creeper looked up at you. “Don’t be.” “Easy for you to say.” You smile as you sit up. Your eyes fell to your stomach, your hands instinctively going over his own. “I just, I don’t know what to expect.” “You can expect that I shall stay with you. And whatever happens, I will face it with you.” Creeper spoke with such love in his voice that it made you look up at him. Tears welled in your eyes as you reach out and cup his cheek in your palm. Creeper moved closer and presses a loving kiss to your lips. -------time skip ---------------- You woke to a pain in your stomach. You groaned, wrapping your wins further around yourself as your eyes fluttered open. Another pain shot through you as you grunted and nearly screamed out. Your hands found your stomach and you could feel the baby moving around, but not like before. you felt tired and sore, bad you needed to breath. It was like the wings around you were suffocating you. But as soon as you started to panic, you felt Creepers wings loosen from around you and becoming more like they were doming you rather than wrapped around you. It gave you enough room to move out from within. But as you started to leave, you saw he was still asleep. Fast asleep. You had little time to process as you felt another pain shoot through your body and you gritted your teeth. You knew exactly what was happening. You were going to give birth. You and Creeper had fell asleep on a nest in the corner of the room. It was large enough for you both individually, and was made of soft furnishing that had been gathered over the years to stand the test of time. But now you needed that bed. Opening your eyes, you saw it was nearly nightfall outside, but the soft glow of the sun was still present. Your eyes fell on the bed, the wooden frame still looking sturdy and the mattress comfy. You managed to crawl over to it and pull yourself up, lying on your back with your wings spread out, ready to fold around yourself if there was a threat. After your sleep, you normally couldn’t move for a few hours, but you had to. You looked back to your mate, only to see his wings wrap back around himself as he would have done normally. He still wasn’t awake. You couldn’t help but wonder how early you were. Would it be dangerous? Did this mean something was wrong. Your voice was too horse to call to him and your foggy brain struggled to even think of a coherent sentence. you spread your legs instinctually as you felt your whole body shake and if felt like someone was setting fire to every nerve ending in your body. You couldn’t smell anything, you couldn’t hear anything and your vision was blurring. The only true sense you had now was the pain that was coursing through your body like a lightning bolt. the baby was coming. All you could do was push in your panicked mode. You hoped your body knew what it was doing and that this was normal. ---------------------time skip -------------- When Creeper woke he immediately noticed that he could no longer feel your weight in his arms or on his chest. He didn’t wait to loosen his limps or stretch out his wings properly. he needed to find you. Retracting his wings back behind him, he sat bolt upright in the nest, his eyes darting around the room. He searched for any sign of you until he smelled something… new to the side. He looked to his right and immediately felt a wave of relief wash over him. There you were, your wings wrapped securely around your body. You always had slept longer than him by a few hours or so. But then he saw a slight movement under your wing and you moved, showing you had awoken. He could sense something new, but he couldn’t figure out what. Until you slowly pulled your wings back, stretching, and he saw the bundle that lay across your torso. Your eyes opened lazily and you looked at him with a soft smile. Creeper moved closer, his eyes locked on the bundle. And it moved. his child. He could see it now. With small wings instinctually wrapped around itself, it lay face down on your chest. Due to the thin nature of its new wings, they were thin and he could see the soft breaths it was taking. Still very much a new born baby, despite the fact you had given birth 2 years ago and you both fell back asleep, it let out a gurgle and its wings moved back and it raised its head, looking around curiously. big, blue eyes, its skin was more like your own rather than the greyish blue of his. He could see the start of the slit in its nose was forming, along with the claws around the outside of its face. Never had he seen something so pure and perfect. “Morning.” You whispered, your voice pulling him up to you. “When?” He breathed, reaching out to the child. The baby let out a soft giggle as he stroked its head ever so gently. “I think a few years ago. I woke up in pain and, well, this happened.” You smiled down at the bundle of joy on your chest. You had fallen back asleep with him cuddling into you, seeming to settle the second your wings wrapped around you both. “And you?” he asked, looking up to you. His eyes showed worry for you, but he relaxed when he saw you smile. “I am fine.” You confirm, wrapping your arms fully around your baby as you sat up so you could draw your wings in behind you. The baby watched your wings and you saw its own wings trying to mirror yours. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you press a kiss to the baby’s head. as soon as your wings were closed, you saw Creepers own come out from behind him and they wrapped around you and the baby. You cuddle into his side, carful that the baby had more than enough room to move as Creepers wings engulfed you. His arms wrapped around you both, as he pressed his forehead against your own and closed his eyes. A sign of affection and love. But then something caught your attention. A scent. Sweet, mouth watering and close by. You pulled back with your eyes closed, trying to focus a little more. Your stomach rumbled as you did and you suddenly felt the hunger rake over your body. “Where?” Creeper asked, knowing exactly what you needed. “A mile north.” You tell him, opening your eyes as he stood. You followed, stretching your legs as you held your baby against your chest. The baby was more than a little excited as it bounced up and down. It was almost like it knew what was happening. Like its instincts had kicked in. You followed Creeper to the door of the cottage while your baby looked about in awe at every little thing. “I’ll be right back.” Creeper turned to you, raising his hand to cup your cheek lovingly. “I know.” You smile, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm. With that he took off into the sky. You little child watched its father go in amazement and you felt its wings fluttering as if trying to commit the movement to memory. You couldn’t help but smile and press a kiss to the top of your baby’s head. Whatever was to come next, at least you could all rely on your instincts.

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yourhappypappypatton · 6 years

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97 logicality please? Ur awesome at writing BTW

#97: It just… hurtsPairing: Platonic LogicalityWord Count: 1123Warnings: Ex boyfriend, crying, feelingsSummary: the breakup has been hard.. just maybe not on the side you were expecting.

It had been a few weeks since Moving On parts 1 and 2 had been filmed, and things had more or less gone back to normal in the mindscape. Roman and Patton seemed to have gotten over the breakup easier and faster than they would have if Thomas hadn’t summoned them and made them talk over everything. Not that he would ever admit it, but that was a relief to Logan. He didn’t know what the more emotional sides would want- or even need- to hear at times such as that.

Despite not understanding the deep feelings that the others are prone to feeling, Logan had noticed a tightness in his chest and a slight exhaustion within himself throughout the past few days. It was odd. It was almost as if logic had been stripped away from himself in nearly infinitesimal sections. He would not notice that the weight was there, replaced by emotion if he was not as incredibly perceptive as he was.

The most frightening part about this newest development is that Logan cried the other night. Late at night, he felt the tightness swell in his chest, and he finally understood what it meant to have to swallow the lump in your throat. It was fascinating, yes, but it was also overwhelming and he could not stop thinking about Thomas’ ex boyfriend. He was stuck in his room, silent tears rolling down his cheeks, said tears blurring his vision. The happy memories of the relationship and the nights spent together running through his head.

Logan stood from his desk, and walked the short distance to his bed. As silly as it may sound, those few steps felt incredibly long. Logan practically collapsed onto his bed, and hugged a pillow close to his chest. The steady stream of tears turned into something larger as he continued to think over the times that used to be. Soon enough, Logan could think of nothing aside from him. He was attempting to repress his sobs and he pressed his face into the pillow, ignoring the way it made his glasses press into his face. The slight pain from hs glasses frames was nice, it was grounding… and above everything else, he wasn’t sure that he could summon enough energy to take them off. Fascinating. Is this truly the kind of turmoil that Patton has to suffer through every day?

Is this truly the kind of turmoil inside Patton that he decides to bottle up, and hold within himself until it simply becomes too much and he has no choice but to break down? Logan truly wasn’t aware of what strength his fellow side possessed until now… and speaking of his fellow side, Patton was walking up the stairs, humming a simple little tune as he did so. He paused by the logical side’s door, and knocked in a ‘shave and a haircut’ pattern before speaking. “Hey, Lo! I just fixed up some dinner! I was thinking we could just do some simple PB and J tonight, does that sound good to you?” no answer. How peculiar! Logan almost always answered his door. Patton hadn’t even received an affirmative, or even a flippant “One moment, Patton.” Patton furrowed his eyebrows in concern. Maybe a different tactic would be more effective!

“Hey, Lo, if you don’t come quick, Ro might finish off all the strawberry Crofter’s before you can even get a taste of it!” Patton bounced anxiously on his heels as he listened intently… nothing. Patton could feel the smile slip off of his cheeks at the lack of response. Surely, Logan would tell him if something was wrong or if he was taking a nap, right? “Logan? I’m coming in. I’m worried about you.” Patton opened the door, and made a sympathetic whine in the back of his throat as he saw the sight before him.

Logan was facing the door on his side, nose red and running buried in one of his galaxy-pillowcase clad pillows, a steady stream of tears dripping onto the pillow and the comforter below him. Upon seeing Patton, Logan sat up, discarding the pillow as quickly as possible. He sniffed a few times and rubbed his nose harshly before roughly wiping his cheeks free of any tears. He reached underneath his glasses to ensure maximum dryness of face before attempting to speak with Patton. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Good evening, Patton,” he winced at how dry and gravelly his voice sounded. He could give Virgil a run for his money. “How are you fairing?”

Patton didn’t seem to be falling for it. He knelt down by his bed and took Logan’s trembling hands in his own. Logan was determined not to look into Patton’s eyes, sternly keeping them locked onto his lap. “I.. apologise, Patton. I should have warned you before exposing you to such an-” he paused briefly to find the right words “Emotional display. I shall ensure that it doesn’t happen again.”

Logan could hear Patton sigh, and he couldn’t help but agree. He was disappointed in himself, too. He could see a tear hit the lens of his glasses. “Logan, please look at me.” Logan waited a few moments, took a breath, and then met Patton’s eyes. Instead of finding disgust, and disappointment as he was expecting, Logan found nothing but love and understanding in those brown eyes. “Logan, I want it to happen again. Showing your emotions is healthy.”

Logan nearly snorted. “Weren’t you just hiding your own feelings for our sake.”Patton put a finger to his lips with a soft laugh. “We’re not talking about that right now, Lo.” the emotional side suddenly became serious once more. “I want to know what’s wrong. Please, let me in.”

Logan bit his lip and retracted his hands from Patton’s in order to push his glasses up his nose. It helped ground him in a way. “I was… thinking about the recent breakup Thomas and… all of us had to endure, and suddenly I couldn’t stop it from happening. I began to… to cry, Patton. I could not stop thinking about him, and how happy Thomas was with him, and it just… hurts. I haven’t the slightest clue how to make these feelings go away and how to become myself once more.” Patton had moved beside him on the bed and began to rub his back. “Well, Lo, I think the best thing you can do in this situation is just what I told Thomas. One step in front of the other. Soon enough, you’ll go back to your own smart, logical, rational self, but for now,” Patton paused “Don’t be afraid to feel things. I’ll be here every step of the way with you.”

(A/N) HA! I MADE LOGAN FEEL FEELINGS! remember, even if you’re not comfortable with it yet, feeling your feelings is v v v important. Don’t hide what you’re feeling from others. Also, I hope you don’t mind that I made it platonic. I really can’t see Logicality any other way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If you want to send me a prompt, click here!

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im-a-writer--im-in-distress · 6 years

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Salt (Insert-version)

Writer: im-a-writer—im-in-distress.tumblr.com

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Insert with: Theo Raeken

Others: McCall pack

Rating: #NewGirl, #GhostOfDepressiveHolePast

Words: 1800+

Warning(s): new girl; mention of deceased relative.

A/N: 1) This idea of Theo smelling salt started weeks ago, but I couldn’t figure out how to move with it. Then yesterday, I worked out in a little during a 10-hour car-ride to my grandparents’ place. I finished it today, just a little while ago. The initial “salt” concept is the same – (I wanted to portray that no matter what) – but the comic and the pack and all that, that was just stuff that popped up as I wrote. I kind of really like this for a couple reasons, so I’m just going ahead and posting it as is. 2) (I get the feeling there may be a series based off this coming someday.) 3) As always, I tend to write things as an OC-version first and then edit to a reader-insert. But if you’d like to read the OC-insert version, you can find that here.

It was a Tuesday after third period when Theo first smelled salt. On particularly stormy days, an edge of saltiness did hang on the breeze as it rolled in from the sea, but that was miles away. On any normal day, even a chimera like Theo Raeken couldn’t smell it. But that day, a new saltiness appeared.

It clung to the walls of his lungs as he paced through the halls of Beacon Hills High School, stealing his focus. This new scent bothered him. There were plenty of weird things in this town; a new anything never meant something good.

The chimera found himself on edge, a place he never wanted to be. He couldn’t bring himself to care about anything important. Certainly not school, but that didn’t often make his priority list. Not his pack and their constant need for supervision. Not even the newest toy of the McCall pack.

Though at least she peeked his interest.

She was a transfer student from abroad. She’d spent the last few years in Cyprus where her mother worked. Her father was in the military there, but was killed in action last month. That’s when they moved back to the town where her mother grew up. She was friendly and enjoyed playing the piano and couldn’t wait to make a fresh start in California.

Or that’s what she’d said in her introduction speech when she’d first walked into Theo’s class. Then she took the spare seat next to him in the back even though the teacher had directed her to the open desk on the other side of the classroom. She smiled at him, helping herself to his textbook, and then waved the instructor on when she noticed everyone was still staring at her. The balding man straightened his Bill Nye tie and cleared his throat, adding to the uncomfortable aura that tainted the room, and then turned to the chalkboard.

She then turned to Theo and reached a hand across her body towards him. “I’m Y/N.”

He took it, pushing a breath out of his lungs. The scent of salt was back and distracting him. “Theo.”

Y/N smiled and turned back to the lesson. Theo watched her for the rest of the period. She didn’t seem like someone who had just lost her dad. He got the impression perhaps they hadn’t been very close, she and her father. She was bright and friendly and really, really talented with a pen soaked in boredom. Her color-coded notebook that she pulled from her bag had every page covered in many, boxed pictures.

They were more than doodles. Comics, he realized. Over-exaggerated expressions and assets with unfortunate proportions detailed people in her life and moments floating around her. She’d tried to take notes, but her pen had started marking down the balding professor in his fifties with pinched features and a Bill Nye the Science Guy tie that was so long it dragged on the floor. A series of three boxes illustrated how he would trip over it every time he went to move.

Theo snorted to himself at the accuracy of the representation, and Y/N glanced at him. He was sure she would slam the notebook shut and blush or tell him off, but she gave him a simple smile before a new look crossed her face. He went stiff, blinking at her. She tilted her head and gazed at him, not saying anything. She wasn’t quite seeing him; she was just looking at him. He didn’t know what to make of that. Then she returned to her comic and started another box below the previous.

Theo watched her pen trace the lines of a new person on the right side of that new box. It was a male in a tight t-shirt and a cheeky smirk. His proportions were complimentary; someone the artist rather liked, he guessed. He was looking at the empty space beside him with a smug pleasure. Her pen sketched something behind him, peeking up from behind the desk like a fat lightning strike. Motion lines were drawn around it like it was waving back-and-forth. Theo’s brow crinkled at it. Then she drew two fluffy ears atop his head, and she leaned back, pleased, a giant grin aimed his way. Theo’s jaw dropped.

She muffled her laughter in her hand, trying hard not to draw attention to herself. Theo’s eyes bugged out of his head as he grabbed her notebook and held it up to his face, staring at the little figure. He’d been drawn into her comic as a smirking, wolf-eared cartoon!

She was still laughing when he looked at her. She shrugged at him, and took her notebook back from him. He resisted her; having caught her attention, he took a single finger and pointed at her. You next.

A look crossed her eyes, and she laid the notebook back out to fill in the blank space. The girl she drew next to the wolf-boy was different that he thought she’d draw her. Different than he’d draw her. This figure was young, very young, with pigtails and bows and a Sunday School dress. She had paint smudges on her face and tainted fingers holding up a finger-painting in celebration. A wide grin took up half her face, but it didn’t mess up the proportions; it was just a happy kid.

Y/N stared at the comic, clicking her pen on the table for a moment. Then she rocked her head like, Eh, good enough, and handed it to him.

Theo wasn’t sure what he made of this representation. It was her, sure, but so young. Like she was only happy when she was little. Simple kid joy. Theo didn’t know why that bothered him. He traced the lines with his eyes: the pigtails held with bows, the paint on her cheek and fingers, the painting being waved in the air with a giant smile plastered on her face. It was almost comedic, like Y/N was making fun of the situation. Then he realized what the little painting was of.

It was Cyprus.

The island was smudged and shaded in different concentrations as though in different colors, like it was an afterthought. Like an adult brain found a shape in their child’s mess.

But it was there. And it was intentional.

And something sad rose up in Theo’s gut. It had been bugging him all day. The bell had rung not long after that, and Y/N had skittered away with her notebook in hand.

As it turned out, he and Y/N didn’t have fifth period together, but seeing her come into the room for sixth surrounded by the McCall pack had something boiling. She hadn’t noticed him yet. But then Lydia did. And the sudden stop in her friend and a crinkle on her nose made Y/N search for the cause. She caught sight of Theo and waved, returning to her search. Lydia yanked her hand down and whispered something to her in a harsh voice, something that Y/N shot her a shocked look for and glanced at Theo with a confused expression.

Theo turned away in his seat. He didn’t need to see any more.

Halfway through class and Theo had found his gaze once again on the new girl. She sat across the room with the McCall pack, Lydia and Stiles sitting in front and beside her respectively, and the kitsune glaring at him from the corner desk. He snarled at her.

Y/N looked uncomfortable. Like she couldn’t breathe. She was stiff and awkward, and Theo could smell the panic from all the way across the room. The McCall pack was oblivious, per usual. Not a clue one they’d claimed as their own was trying not to freak out.

And on top of that, the salt scent was back and stronger than ever. That was worrying him more than it had reason to, and it was all because of this incessant need of his to be close to that girl. It made him crazy that they hadn’t noticed something was wrong; he couldn’t even go investigate the scent and trust they’d watch out for her. His leg was shaking, and he knew all three of that pack could sense his frustration. They kept shooting looks at him.

It was when Y/N shot out of the classroom at the sound of the first bell that Theo realized she hadn’t unpacked anything. She had been sitting on the very edge of her chair, bag in her lap, body made small and tense, eyes glazed over as she focused on staying calm. She hadn’t even taken out a pen to fiddle with.

And that realization made Theo shoot out the classroom door through the McCall pack without even a second glance back when Stiles started cursing at him.

They didn’t try to follow him. They didn’t try to follow Y/N. It irritated him that that annoyed him. He was chasing after some human girl. He had bigger fish to fry.

Theo shook his head and cleared his mind. Students making their last stop at their lockers crowded the halls, but thankfully, that salt scent was much more potent than any human stench. He picked it up passing an adjacent hallway aimed away from the main entrance, and he started after it. It was stronger then, and that wasn’t because there only a few stragglers around him. There was more of it in the air, a thicker stream rushing up his nose. He narrowed his eyes as it got stronger and stronger, his steps faster as he followed it deeper into the emptying halls. He followed it around another corner and then—

It was gone.

Theo sniffed the air; the salt was dimmer now. It was behind him. He turned around and found the stream again. It was dispersing, its source gone now, but there was still a concentration of it near him. He could smell it. And he could… hear it?

The chimera shook himself clear of his tracking instincts. He needed to focus. Then he heard it.

He shoved the door to the empty music room open, and Y/N leapt out of her skin. She whirled around from her place on the piano bench, her hair flying around her and bright, shimmery streaks painting her cheeks.

Theo stared at her as she stared at him, both at a loss of what to do. Her bright eyes sparkled with water, her pale skin tinted with red. The grand black piano casting a large shadow behind her made her look small. And Theo remembered the pigtails in the comic.

Y/N turned away from him, somehow trying to hide the fact that he’d seen her crying. But it didn’t matter. He could smell it clearly. It was her. The salt was from her tears.

He closed the door and came to stand behind her. The saltiness of her scent brought a sadness that chased away the fear of the unknown. It didn’t mean there was a monster. It just meant there was a human girl who was utterly heartbroken.

And he wanted to be around the day she drew a comic of herself that smiled as an adult…

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avecorviidae · 5 years

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Fic: Three - Epilogue

Fandom: Mob Psycho 100 Rating: G Relationship(s): Kageyama Shigeo & Reigen Arataka Word Count: 1901

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After a certain point in one’s teaching career, graduation ceremonies are just plain boring.

Following the disaster that was Salt Mid’s brief flirtation with the 21st century last year, they’d stuck to a traditional ceremony, with speech after speech after speech, and absolutely no pop songs of any kind. Ever. Still, she usually drags Toyoda to the graduation every year, if only because she needs someone who it’s socially acceptable to fall asleep on during the principal’s speech. They both know the drill by now: sit towards the middle of the gymnasium, in the middle of a row, preferably behind some tall and/or chatty parents. Once they’re comfortably seated, they can safely zone out until the scripted speeches about success and school spirit and moving on to do great things have been run dry again, and wake up just in time to watch the graduating class receive their little diplomas. The real fun in this, of course, was the gossip. It’s not that Katsuko doesn’t like her students, or isn’t incredibly proud of them. It’s just that, as a teacher, becoming invested in the lives of teenagers is the only way to stay sane. “Did you have him last year?” Toyoda asks, as a lanky, awkward boy that Katsuko vaguely recognizes stumbles on stage to collect his diploma. She shakes her head. “No, I think he was in Amori’s class.” “Kid sniffs pens.” “What, like a drug thing?” “No, that would’ve made sense! Just, he sniffed them, Kano. Always. During lessons, while he was working, just always… sniffing.” “Weird.”

As sniffer boy is clapped off of the stage, he’s replaced by a petite girl that it takes Katsuko a moment to place, but when she does… “Hey, isn’t she the one who told everyone she dated a high schooler?” Toyoda squints at her. “Did she? I swear I saw her flirting with my first years.” They get so caught up in trying to piece together the tangled mess that is the middle school dating scene that Katsuko almost misses Shigeo’s name being called. The only thing that alerts her is the sole whoop! among the polite clapping that follows him on stage. As subtly as she can, Katsuko turns around in her chair. Sure enough, at the back of the gymnasium, Reigen is standing against a wall with the others who couldn’t get a seat, clapping and grinning with an enthusiasm that seems to be giving other parents secondhand embarrassment.

Shigeo has managed to grab his diploma and shake the hands of most all of the officials in the span of about three seconds, and Katsuko reminds herself to add a tally on the break room whiteboard to Satoh’s secret agent theory from a couple of years ago (“The quiet ones are always the shiftiest, Kano!”). Still, she manages to get a couple of claps in as he scurries off of the stage.

Toyoda always ditches as soon as the ceremony is over, which, frankly, Katsuko doesn’t understand. In her opinion, there’s little point in attending the ceremony itself if you’re not going to stick around for the classroom party afterwards. The only real draw is the promise of more gossip and convenience store cookies, but still. The desks in Sugita Ken’s classroom are pushed around haphazardly, and Katsuko works her way through the maze, past little cliques of students and chittering parents until she finally manages to reach the food table, and the long-awaited cookies. Objectively, it’s not a huge distance from the door to the food, but Katsuko has been cornered by a series of her former students and, of all people, the Kageyamas, so finally getting to the back of the room feels like an accomplishment. She’s surprised that the Kageyamas are sticking around, given that all four of them seem to be incredibly uncomfortable talking to people in general. Of course, the parents had had no trouble thanking her for all her work, gushing about their sons and such, but both of them are mingling with the overly-happy tone and strained smiles of adults who would rather like to be done being adults for the day. Ritsu is far less subtle about his discomfort, fidgeting and tugging on the collar of his dress shirt. Whenever he thinks nobody's looking, his nose scrunches up, glaring mercilessly at the nearest person or object. He seems to be sticking to his parents’ sides, unlike Shigeo, who she’s seen speaking to no less than four other students. All of them were in the telepathy/body improvement club, but still, she thinks it might be a new record. Compared to the rest of the boys in his year, mostly wearing baggy suits, scuffed shoes, and ties that hung down half to their knees, Shigeo is surprisingly sharply dressed. His black suit jacket actually seems, well, calling it tailored would be a stretch, but it actually fits. The matching pants have to have been hemmed, and the collar of his dress shirt is crisply ironed. The only thing that’s not new-looking is the tie, and by this point, the faded pink of the ratty thing is actually familiar. She loses sight of Shigeo when he disappears behind some of the girls’ soccer team trying to take a picture, so she scans the room for Reigen instead. It isn’t difficult.

He’s amassed a decent following in the corner of the room, and looks to be entirely in his element, leaning back casually against the wall and presumably telling stories that are accompanied by extravagant sweeping hand motions that usually make the group burst into obnoxious laughter. She’s seen him twiddle his purple bow tie no less than fifteen times since she arrived.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket.

FROM SATOH: im gonna be able to get over there in 5 mins, is reigen still there TO SATOH: Yep, but I don’t know for how much longer. Until Shigeo leaves, probably. FROM SATOH: listen. katsuko. this is the LAST NIGHT for us to get to the bottom of this TO SATOH: For YOU to get to the bottom of this, you mean? FROM SATOH: not important, listen, katsu, if u see him going to leave, u gotta stop him. talk to him abt idk old rocks or whatever your minor was until i get there TO SATOH: Anthropology, but you were close.

She’s so caught up in looking at her phone that she almost startles when she sees Shigeo in front of her. His telltale nerves are on full display, scuffing one shoe on the linoleum tiles, but he’s smiling softly up at her, and his hands are behind his back, clearly hiding something.

She smiles back at him. “Congratulations, Shigeo! I’m sure everyone’s very proud of you.”

Shigeo looks down at the floor as he mumbles, “Oh, um, thank you, Miss Kano.” She waits patiently as he stares at his feet, biting his lip as he gathers his words. “I wanted to, um, to thank you for… everything, and Shishou helped me a lot to pick it out and plant it, so, uh…” He holds something out from behind his back. “Please accept this from both of us!” As she gently takes the little pot from him, he explains, “It’s a sweet pea plant. Shishou says it means ‘goodbye,’ so… oh! Um, they can grow kind of big, so if you want to, you can plant it in the ground, or a bigger pot, and tie it onto something so that it can grow straight… ours is tied to a yardstick that Shishou found. Yours should flower soon.” The tiny green stalk is bending with the weight of the buds, already splitting down the sides to reveal streaks of white petals. It’s impossible to place the way she’s feeling, the thing in her chest that’s heavy and light all at once, and she thinks, a flower that means goodbye. All she can do is meet his eyes, and she her voice comes out sounding soft and awed when she says, “Thank you, Shigeo. Thank you, for everything.” Shigeo’s hug is too quick for her to reciprocate, just a quick squeeze before he’s stepped away, eyes towards the floor again. He perks up when he hears Reigen calling, “Oi, Mob!” from his corner of the room. Katsuko puts a hand on his shoulder as he moves to leave. “You’ll thank your shishou as well for me, won’t you? And I certainly hope this won’t be the last I see of you. After all, your brother is graduating next year, isn’t he?”

Shigeo nods, and he smiles up at her again, eyes bright. He actually waves a small goodbye as he walks over to Reigen, whose audience has since dispersed. Reigen bends down to say something to him, hand clasped on his shoulder. Satoh Miyu sidles up to her, quickly following her line of sight. “Oh, thank goodness, he’s still here.” She looks at Katsuko. “Katsu, you have a plant.” Katsuko adopts the dry deadpan that’s more or less necessary to be friends with Satoh. “Indeed I do. Shouldn’t you be supervising your own class party?” Satoh waves her off with a small scoff, but doesn’t actually answer the question. Katsuko sees Shigeo walking away from Reigen, and towards his parents and Ritsu, who are all idling near the door in the manner of people who are very ready to leave the party. Reigen, as well, seems to be gearing up to head off. Katsuko points in his direction. “Looks like your window of opportunity is closing to… what are you actually planning?” Satoh looks over at Reigen and hisses, “Shit.” Then, to Katsuko, “I’m going to solve the mystery once and for all, Katsu.” At Katsuko’s blank stare, she leans close and whispers conspiratorially, “The ‘relationship-to-student’ mystery.” Ah, right. She supposed it never had been filled in, had it? The students even updated their information at the beginning of every year, and while Reigen’s phone number had changed once, that little box had still been blank. She follows behind Satoh as she walks towards Reigen, but drifts away to find an inconspicuous eavesdropping spot. This should be interesting. Satoh, chatterbox that she is, makes easy smalltalk, the kind of oh, I’ve heard about you from Shigeo’s teachers, lovely to finally meet you, isn’t this whole ceremony simply lovely, so excited to see them all graduating, bland sort of talk that just disguises the real point of a conversation. Tone still innocuously sweet, Satoh finally asks, “So, I’m just dying to know. How do you know Shigeo?” Reigen’s answer is immediate. “He’s my kid.” The duh is unspoken, but Katsuko can hear it clear as day in his unimpressed tone, and she stifles a laugh. “If you’ll excuse me, Satoh-san, I’ve really gotta get going.” Reigen excuses himself politely and beelines for the exit while Satoh is still floundering a little at the response. He catches her eye as he’s crossing the room, and waves her a quick goodbye before disappearing through the door. Katsuko should probably head home herself, soon. It’s been a long night, and these things always tend to tire her out. Teachers aren’t known for their active party lives. First though, she needs to drop by her classroom and clear the textbooks off of the windowsill. Her little sweet pea flowers are going to need all of the sunlight they can get.

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im-a-writer--im-in-distress · 6 years

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Salt (OC-version)

Writer: im-a-writer—im-in-distress.tumblr.com

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Insert with: Theo Raeken

Others: McCall pack

Rating: #NewGirl, #GhostOfDepressiveHolePast

Words: 1800+

Warning(s): new girl; mention of deceased relative.

Though at least she peeked his interest.

She then turned to Theo and reached a hand across her body towards him. “I’m Colbie.”

He took it, pushing a breath out of his lungs. The scent of salt was back and distracting him. “Theo.”

Colbie smiled and turned back to the lesson. Theo watched her for the rest of the period. She didn’t seem like someone who had just lost her dad. He got the impression perhaps they hadn’t been very close, she and her father. She was bright and friendly and really, really talented with a pen soaked in boredom. Her color-coded notebook that she pulled from her bag had every page covered in many, boxed pictures.

Theo snorted to himself at the accuracy of the representation, and Colbie glanced at him. He was sure she would slam the notebook shut and blush or tell him off, but she gave him a simple smile before a new look crossed her face. He went stiff, blinking at her. She tilted her head and gazed at him, not saying anything. She wasn’t quite seeing him; she was just looking at him. He didn’t know what to make of that. Then she returned to her comic and started another box below the previous.

Colbie stared at the comic, clicking her pen on the table for a moment. Then she rocked her head like, Eh, good enough, and handed it to him.

Theo wasn’t sure what he made of this representation. It was her, sure, but so young. Like she was only happy when she was little. Simple kid joy. Theo didn’t know why that bothered him. He traced the lines with his eyes: the pigtails held with bows, the paint on her cheek and fingers, the painting being waved in the air with a giant smile plastered on her face. It was almost comedic, like Colbie was making fun of the situation. Then he realized what the little painting was of.

It was Cyprus.

The island was smudged and shaded in different concentrations as though in different colors, like it was an afterthought. Like an adult brain found a shape in their child’s mess.

But it was there. And it was intentional.

And something sad rose up in Theo’s gut. It had been bugging him all day. The bell had rung not long after that, and Colbie had skittered away with her notebook in hand.

As it turned out, he and Colbie didn’t have fifth period together, but seeing her come into the room for sixth surrounded by the McCall pack had something boiling. She hadn’t noticed him yet. But then Lydia did. And the sudden stop in her friend and a crinkle on her nose made Colbie search for the cause. She caught sight of Theo and waved, returning to her search. Lydia yanked her hand down and whispered something to her in a harsh voice, something that Colbie shot her a shocked look for and glanced at Theo with a confused expression.

Theo turned away in his seat. He didn’t need to see any more.

Colbie looked uncomfortable. Like she couldn’t breathe. She was stiff and awkward, and Theo could smell the panic from all the way across the room. The McCall pack was oblivious, per usual. Not a clue one they’d claimed as their own was trying not to freak out.

It was when Colbie shot out of the classroom at the sound of the first bell that Theo realized she hadn’t unpacked anything. She had been sitting on the very edge of her chair, bag in her lap, body made small and tense, eyes glazed over as she focused on staying calm. She hadn’t even taken out a pen to fiddle with.

And that realization made Theo shoot out the classroom door through the McCall pack without even a second glance back when Stiles started cursing at him.

They didn’t try to follow him. They didn’t try to follow Colbie. It irritated him that that annoyed him. He was chasing after some human girl. He had bigger fish to fry.

It was gone.

The chimera shook himself clear of his tracking instincts. He needed to focus. Then he heard it.

He shoved the door to the empty music room open, and Colbie leapt out of her skin. She whirled around from her place on the piano bench, her hair flying around her and bright, shimmery streaks painting her cheeks.

Colbie turned away from him, somehow trying to hide the fact that he’d seen her crying. But it didn’t matter. He could smell it clearly. It was her. The salt was from her tears.

And he wanted to be around the day she drew a comic of herself that smiled as an adult…

#imagine #imagines #teen wolf #tw #theo raeken #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf imagines #tw imagine #tw imagines #theo raeken imagine #theo raeken imagines #tholbie (os)

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Fandom: Sofia The First Characters: Cedric, Sofia, others mentioned Relationship: Cedric/reader Request: Sofia the First request Reader is an elf who has grown up with Roland and Cedric. When she developed her magical ability she was forced to leave and learn with her own people. Years later she returns as a teacher for the princes and princesses. She can tame and speak to animals. Upon returning she is greeted warmly by the royal family but Cedric is cold to her when he finds out she is back. No matter what she does Cedric refuses to speak to her. When Sofia finds out that not only is our reader in love with Cedric but Cedric is very much in love in the reader as well. So Sofia comes up with a plan to bring them together. Her and the others decorate Cedric's tower with roses and other flowers, and get Baileywick to bring some champagne as well. Sofia gets Wormwood to even help and lure the reader to the tower. This would lead into a NSFW scene eventually. Cedric would walk into his tower to find everything and would follow rose petals to him bathroom where he would find a very unclothed reader in the large bathtub, hidden with lots of bubbles. I would leave the rest up to you but I can see them both in the tub and it leading to a very sweet and loving scene in the bedroom ;) then at the end Sofia would see the two of them holding hands in the hallway before giggling as the kiss :) Walking through the large hallways, you tried and failed at holding your grin to yourself. The guards must have thought you were crazy but you didn’t care. You were too excited to see your old friends. You had grown up with Cedric and Roland, although you had to admit you were closer to Cedric than to the young prince. but as you grew older and your powers matured, you were forced to leave. The heads of a magic society for elves had come and told you when you were 11 years old that it was compulsory that you attend classes for your magic. The only thing was, those classes were far away from your home. You had cried over the decision for days, unable to believe you were being ripped from your home. Cedric had come to you other night before you left. “Don’t go!” He begged, the hurt in his eyes obvious. You were the only true friend he felt he had, the only one who never saw his mistakes and flaws. You had been the one to stop Roland being cruel to Cedric and many others in fact. You were both kneeling in front of each other in your bedroom. “I have to.” You sniffed, wiping your eyes with your sleeves. “Otherwise, they’ll banish me and I wont be allowed anywhere.” With that thought, fresh tears came on and you wrapped your arms around yourself. “But… isn’t there a way?” Cedric wrapped his arms around you. “No, they said everyone in an Elf family must go.” You hiccupped half way through but Cedric still understood you. “Well, you can come into my family!” Cedric blurted out, desperate to find any way to keep you. “And how would I do that?” you pulled back, not taking him seriously. “You could marry me. Then you would have my last name. And I would be the greatest sorcerer in the land so they wouldn’t dare take you from my side!” Cedric took your hands in his, gripping them. “Oh, Cedric.” You giggled despite the tears, but your smile soon faded. “Im going to miss you.” Cedric looked down at your hands and you had seen the tears in his eyes but what he did next surprised you. He leaned down and, at the same time, raised your hands. His lips touched the back of your right hand for a moment before hot tears slid down his nose and fell onto the back of your hand. That night, Cedric had said his goodbyes to you and you both knew it was best that way. Your farewell party was one person short but you understood. You would have had to be dragged by your ankles the next morning if Cedric had been there. As time had tolled on, you never forgot either Cedric or Roland but you couldn’t bring yourself to return. When you were finished with school, you were put straight into work and work for an elf was scarce and far between. You worked 2 jobs for pennies. The first as a trainer of animals and the second selling positions. That was until 2 weeks ago. You had received a letter and nearly fell out your seat when you saw Rolands name. He wrote about a ‘business proposal’, asking if you would like to come work for the king who just so happened to be Roland. He offered you double what both your jobs combined paid along with accommodation in the castle. How could you say no? You had heard through rumours that Cedric worked for Roland as well, as their fathers had. you were snapped from your thoughts by the guard turning to you sharply. “The royal family are in the main hall. They wish to meet you before you retire to your chambers for the night.” He told you, smiling kindly. “Yes, I would love to.” You returned the smile and continued to follow him. You only had a small bag with you as your other luggage had arrived a few days before you. You approached a large, grand door with beautiful woodcarvings around it and knew where you were. The guard opened the door first and stepped inside, holding it open for you. “Your majesties, Lady [f/n] [l/n].” He announced, rather grandly. You could get used to being introduced like that. But the second you stepped into the room, you were distracted. Roland sat on his throne, the same one his father had sat on when you were younger. He had grown up just as you had always thought he would. To one side were 3 people. One was a beautiful woman with chocolate brown hair and wearing a lavished pink dress. The other 2 were children who were obviously twins, a boy and a girl with blonde hair. The girl was scowling slightly, as if trying to decide whether she disliked you or she felt above you. She wore a dress similar to the woman except it was yellow. The boy had on a green jacket with a trousers that were a shade darker. But to Rolands other side was a girl. She looked the same age as the other 2 but she looked different. She had light brown hair and a small but sweet smile on her lips. Her eyes were kind and she wore a purple dress. She looked like the woman while the 2 other children looked like Roland. Roland rose from his throne and descended the couple of steps to meet you as you walked towards him. “Your majesty.” You smiled, curtsying and bowing your head out of respect. “Now, I’ll be having none of that from you, old friend.” He chuckled and as you straighten up, he wrapped his arms around you. You returned the hug, always dazed by the memorised that were flooding back to you. “let me introduce you to my family.” He said as you both pulled back. You glanced over his shoulder and were surprised to see all of the others had followed Roland. “This is my wife, Queen Miranda.” He gestured to the woman with the brown hair who was smiling. “We’ve heard so much about you.” She chuckled. “And these are my children, James and Amber and Mirandas daughter, Sofia.” Roland gestured to each child as he said their name. “nice to meet you.” You smiled, crouching down to their level. “My names [y/n]. I’ll be teaching you magic.” “We are so excited!” Sofia was nearing hopping from one foot to the other as James nodded. After a very warm welcome from the royal family, you were allowed to retire to your chambers for the night. You were shattered and couldn’t wait to get to bed, that was until you turned a corner and saw a man walking down the hallway towards you. He didn’t notice you as he seemed to be scowling at the floor as he walked. He was a little taller than you and wore a long, deep purple cloak with a dark yellow bow tie. His hair was black apart from the small area at the front of his head which was white. “Cedric?” Your voice said his name before you could stop yourself. As his name rolled off your tongue, the man jumped and looked up. His mouth dropped open slightly when he saw you. It was him! Your heart jumped into your throat as you both stared at each other. But then he seemed to realise something and suddenly turned away from you, storming down the hallway and away from you. You didn’t fully register what had happened but by the time he had turned the corner and vanished. Maybe he hadn’t recognised you? Or maybe it was just the shock of it all? You didn’t know. But what you did know was you were tired and Cedric would be about tomorrow. So you went to your room. ----------------timeskip------------------ Something was really wrong. Cedric hadn’t came anywhere near you. You saw him from a distance but never closer than 100 yards. Cedric, from what you found out from the children, was normal distance and rather resentful. you were curious. How had the sweet boy grown up into someone like this? It was nearly 4pm on a Friday, which meant the children were a little rowdier than normal. Your classes ran 11am-5pm on Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays to allow them time for their other responsibilities. You had a room in the back of the castle. It’s a cosy room with a couple of rows of desks with your main desk sitting up front. “miss [l/n]?” Sofia asked, kneeling in her chair with her hand up. You were sitting at your desk, lazily marking some papers. But your mind was a hundred miles away. Well, a lot less. Only just down a few corridors. To cedric. “Yes?” You smiled at her but you had a feeling she wasn’t going to ask you about work. “father said you knew him when you were children!” James was bouncing on his seat and from the look in his, Sofia and Ambers eyes, they had been waiting to ask you questions on his for a while. “Yes, I was very close friends when we were young.” You nodded, getting up and walking around your desk to lean on the other side. “And you knew Mr Cedric?” Sofia asked. “Yes, we were very close.” You smiled, trying to hide the pain in your voice. “Really?” Sofia looked intrigued. “Yes, in fact, I remembered he once asked me to marry him.” You giggled fondly, looking down. “That doesn’t sound like him.” Amber raised an eyebrow. “he was very sweet when we were children.” You shrugged your shoulders but quickly realised you were thinking too much about this. “right, I think that’s enough for today.” You pushed yourself up off the desk and walked around, feeling a blush rising to your cheeks. You heard the three children gathering their things and the scrapping of chairs. you turned back to them and smiling, bidding the two twins goodbye. Sofia held back, her little mind working hard. “Is everything okay, sofia?” You asked, crouching down so you were the same height as her. “I was just wondering about you and Cedric.” She tilted her head to one side. “What do you mean?” You asked, “Well, hes been a lot sadder since you came. But you were close friends when you were younger.” It was more a statement than a question. “Some times people change, my dear.” You smiled sadly at her. “But you still like him?” She asked. “Of course.” Sofia watched you very casually. Despite her youth, she was intelligent and understood adults more than most. She saw the way you spoke about Cedric. She saw how happy you were when he came into the room and how sad you got when he avoided you. But, above all, she saw how Cedric looked at you when you weren’t looking. “Do you love him?” She suddenly asked, instantly noticing your widened eyes and sharp intake of breath. After a moment of debating in your mind, you knew she would have already worked out the answer. “very much.” You answered. Sofia looked past you and seemed to see something you couldn’t. She saw Cedric, standing outside the room, his eyes glued to your back and his mouth open. He took a deep breath and started to walk into the room when you stood up. “Sofia, its been a long time. Hes obviously change. And it doesn’t matter about my old feelings.” You said. Sofia saw the sorrow in your eyes but her attention was pulled to look behind you. She saw Cedric pause then turned and moved quickly out of sight. Sofias little mind was now going faster than a train as she quickly said ‘goodbye’ to you and ran out the room. She went in search of Clover who she found in her room. “We need to help them!” She vowed, her little mind conjuring up a plan. -----------timeskip ----------------- You were sitting in your chambers, a book out on your lap till you heard a tapping at your window. It made you jump as you sat up straight. It was late at night, close to 10.30 pm and you were in your nightwear. A long, beautiful silk nightgown. Pulling on a cardigan, you walked over to your window and pulled open the curtains. You were greeted by Woodworm the raven. You had seen him perched on Cedrics shoulder and, now that you thought about it, you don’t think you had ever seen the two apart. You pulled the window up and the raven flew into the room. He flew around in a circle a couple of times and then to the door, where he tapped his beak on the door a couple of times. Frowning, you walked over and opened the door for him. He flew out and hovered outside. Was he waiting for you? Curiously, you stepped outside and closed the door over. It was obvious he wanted you to follow him. You started to walk, following the raven as he lead you across the castle. You tried to remembered where you had come from but failed after the 8th or 9th turn. You didn’t stop until you came to the bottom of a set of stairs. But it wasn’t just a plain set of stairs. all up the steps was deep red petals. Your eyes widen as you looked up to the raven as he flew up to perch on a wooden beam. He didn’t seem to want to continue with you. You carefully started to climb the stairs, your eyes following the petals. Who had done this? It must have been specifically for you or why would Woodworm have come to you? Woodworm. Was it Cedric? Your heart started to beat hard as you came to a door. You pushed the door open to come into a chamber just like yours, at least in size. There was the same sized bed and a desk. But there was books that cluttered every flat surface and on the floor. There was a number of bottles, both filled and empty around. before you could fully decide whos room this was, you noticed the door to the bathroom was opened slightly and a light, warm glow came from inside. The petals lead into the room so you decided to follow it. Like your bathroom, there was a grand bath that was sunken into the floor so you had to climb down into it. The bath itself was deep enough to stand in and still be covered up to your shoulders, but there was a rim that ran around the edge of the tub for sitting. There was a number of candles that had been lit around the bath. The bath was drawn and filled with bubbles. As you stepped inside, the warmth hit you and you wanted nothing more than to shed your clothes and jump in. It looked so warm and inviting. Stepping inside, you slowly took off your cardigan as you walked further inside looking around. You pulled your hair up into a loose bun with a number of loose strands that fell around your face to keep the majority of your hair dry. Once you were sure no one was looking, you slid out of your gown and undergarments and left them in a pile at the side before sliding into the water. It was blissful! Your eyes fell shut as you leaned against the rim on the bath. The bath was very deep and came up to your shoulders. The bubbles smelled lovely and you felt like you could sleep in here. You were facing the door in case someone came in. There was a towel to your right so you were sure you would be fine. Your mind wondered to Cedric. Had he really done this for you? But speak of the devil and he shall appear. You heard a small gasp from the door and your eyes flew open. There, standing in the middle of the door with his mouth open was Cedric. “[y/n]?” He stuttered out, his hair falling in front of his eyes and he pushed his back. “Cedric?” You replied, suddenly realising that if he was surprised you were here, it wasn’t him who organised this. You sat up slightly, unaware of the water lowering to just cover your chest. But, once you did, you covered your breasts with one hand but you were thankful that the bubbles seemed to cover you. “I-i-Im sorry.” He started to back away, which caught you off guard. he hadn’t told you to get out, even though this must have been his bathroom and possibly his room. “Would you like to join me?” You suddenly asked, the words slipping past your lips before you could stop them. Cedric froze, his minds racing as he looked at you. You saw it in his eyes that he really did want to. You closed your eyes and twisted around so you were sitting more to the centre of the bath. You Your back was now to Cedric and you wondered if he was going to join you. You heard the sound of rustling of clothes and the padding of barefoot on the bathroom floor until you felt the water moved as someone climbed into the bath. You were only waiting an extra few seconds to make sure he was okay when you were surprised to feel a pair of hands touching your sides delicately. Your eyes opened just as you felt hot breath on your shoulder then a soft pair of lips. You let out a gasp that turned into a soft moan as Cedric stared to kiss your shoulder and neck. you felt him pull away slightly and you turned to glance over your shoulder at him. His cheeks were bright red and his eyes glazed over with lust. He leaned down, only an inch away from your lips when he stopped. You closed the distance and kissed him, nearly unable to believe this was happening. The kiss was passionate and you felt your head spinning. You felt your own lust building and you wanted nothing more than to realise it. You reached your hand between your legs, gently touching your swollen clit. You let out a moan against his lips as his hands pulled you closer. “Cedric.” You moaned against his lips, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. “I heard you.” Cedric suddenly said. He saw the confusion in your eyes and decided to continue with a deep breath. “When you were speaking to the children.” Your eyes widened as you sat up, your hand pulling away from your core so you could twist around to face him. You ducked a little further under the water as you right hand came up, crossed over your front to start rubbing your left shoulder. “it is okay.” Cedric smiled. He reached over and took your right hand, his eyes filled with hope. “I-I fell the same.” “But, the last few weeks since ive been here. You haven’t spoken to me once. You keep avoiding me.” You shake your head slightly as if you were trying to shake out his lies from your mind. You saw him shrink back slightly, embarrassed by his actions maybe? “You came back. And you were so beautiful, kind and gentle. You haven’t changed a bit. But I have. I am not the same boy you grew up with. I wanted to believe you had, I told myself you would have changed and you wouldn’t want to be my friend, let alone anything more. If you had not reciprocated my feelings, it would have been easier is you weren’t the same as I once knew you. But you were. You were everything I remembered and more. And I just couldn’t face you. You were my light and you still are. But one thing never changed. I have always loved you, even as a boy, I loved you.” You stated at him, wide-eyed. He saw this and took your widened eyes as disbelief. Ducking his head, he raised your hand to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand like he had done all those years ago. You stared as he looked up at you, his mouth barley leaving your hand so you could still feel his hot breath on your skin. “I still love you.” He whispered, loud enough for you to hear him. Your heart jumped out of your body as you blinked rapidly, barley able to believe it. you moved quickly, wrapping both your arms around him and kissing him deeply. You didn’t care that your bare body pressed against his own. Nor did you care if the whole kingdom knew you loved him. his arms wrapped around your waist as the two of you sunk a little further underwater. Cedrics mind was racing. He could feel your breasts pressed against his chest. He was here, holding you naked. Nothing more perfect could have come to his mind as he pulled you closer. He felt himself harden under the water, barely able to contain himself anymore as he allowed himself to finally succumb to his desires in the hope you would feel the same. You could feel him, pressed up against you, his member rubbing against your stomach as your own lust grew. You gently pushed him back to the ledge and the two of you hopped up. You instantly straddled him, not breaking the kiss as you felt him against your core. The water came down passed your breast and allowed Cedric to view them, slightly covered in bubbles, when you pulled away from the kiss. His hands trailed up to gently cup and squeeze them, both his and your breath hitching as he did so. You let out a breathy moan as your eyes rolled shut. You felt Cedric lean forward and he started to kiss along your collar bone and back. “Cedric?” You breathed, feeling how he shuddered with pleasure as you said his name so you took this as a acknowledgement. “May-may we go through to the bedroom?” You asked. “Of course.” He pulled away and you moved off him. You stepped up onto the step to climb out when you noticed Cedric was still, frozen like ice. The water was now down to your knees, exposing your fully naked body to him. His mouth dropped open and if there wasn’t lust in his eyes before, it definitely was now. You decided to continue and elegantly climbed out the bath, walking to the door with as extra sway in your hips as you walked. You reached up and pulled your hair down, allowing it seductively fall across your wet, naked body. You glanced over your shoulder. “Are you coming?” You asked, pouting out your lower lip slightly. Cedric jumped to life and clamped out the tub. You smiled as he came up behind you. “I am not worthy.” He mumbled, his hand reaching out to move your hair to the side and kiss your neck. You closed your eyes, loving his words. You twisted in his arms, and wrapped your arm around his neck to pull him into the bedroom. The two of you fell back onto the bed, your passion for this man unable to be swayed by anything in the world. It felt like you were destined to love him. No matter what. Your legs were spread and Cedric between them. He quickly lined himself up with your entrance, his eyes seemed to be glued to your body but looked up to your face as he thrust inside you. He watched your face contorted with pleasure as you gasped. “Oh Cedric!” You cried out as she started to move inside you at a rather steady speed. “[y/n].” Cedric whispered, his eyes darting across your body . Your body responded to his as the two of you moved in perfect harmony. It felt natural to be like this with him and you were very aware how easily you had fallen into bed with him. But you didn’t care. He was worshipping you unlike anything you have ever experienced in your life. No one ever looked at you with even a 10th of the adoration that he had. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he moved in the most pleasurable way. His hair hung down, slightly covering his eyes as his cheeks were red. You loved the way he looked like this and, judging by how rapidly he was looking across your whole body, he felt the same. You rolled your hips against his and you heard him let out a groan. His speed started to increase as his hands gripped at your hips. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten. From everything that happened in the bath, the way he looked at you and the way he was staring at you and moving inside you, you couldn’t control your body. “Cedric, i-i-I-“ you tried to say just as your orgasm hit you like a train. your body writhed under his, your walls tightening in the most pleasurable way. Cedric couldn’t deny himself the pleasure any more. He came inside you, spilling his seed deep into you as your walls massaged him. Cedric only just managed to collapse next to you, his heart hammering in his chest much like your own. You cuddled closer to him. From the heat of the bath plus the love-making, the two of you were boiling so didn’t get under the covers immediately. You lay on his chest and felt Cedric playing idly with your hair. “Stay tonight?” Cedric muttered, a little fear in his voice. You nodded, looking up at him lovingly. -----------------time skip------------ You sneaked back to your chambers in the early morning. Cedric and you had spoken most of the night and it was clear you would both have to get used to sneaking between the two rooms. But now, you didn’t mind it as you walked in the garden with Cedric hand in hand. It was the early evening and the sun was offering a beautiful sunset that was bright and beautiful. Neither of you noticed the purple dressed princess and her animal friends peaking at you from behind a bush. “He looks sooo happy when hes with her!” Sofia smiled, impressed that her plan worked. “Yeah, he really does.” Clover agreed. Cedric raised your hand and pressed a kiss to it. It was a small thing, but it meant the world to you. Just like you meant the world to him. It was like magic.

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