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Hoe tips #2 💗🌟

Hi beautiful ladies, I’m here with more tips from my experiences and to help u with day to day hoeing and health n beauty tips 💜 enjoy ur day

✨- every hoe who drives should have a car ‘kit’ in the glove compartment or somewhere to store:
-backup contraception and condoms (sexual health is 🔑)
-baby wipes
-deodorant
-gum
-tampons
-water bottle
-both spare sexy panties and chill panties
-chill clothes than can double as pj’s (tracksuits, leggings, vest etcetera)
-lotion

✨- use shimmer body lotion to make ur skin n limbs look radiant n a lil sexier than they already do (beautiful hoes come in all shapes n sizes💜) even a cheap one like dove or VS does the trick n ur skin feels soft to touch too

✨- don’t forget to castor oil ur eyebrows every night

✨- be a confident hoe.. Smile more n sit with good posture n u will appear more confident n approachable

✨- warm n wet camomile tea bags help get rid of eye infections n eye bags really well and it works amazingly for tired puffy eyes too lay down for a while and place them on ur closed eyes

✨- WATER n green tea, drink them both (skip the tea if ur caffeine sensitive)

✨- if u self tan like me, get you some exfoliating gloves. Actually everyone get them, they revolutionised my skincare routine n now I don’t need to buy or make body scrubs unless I wanna treat myself on the odd occasion

✨- always wear spf on ur face and under ur makeup even when it’s cloudy

✨- always wash ur face in cool or lukewarm water n avoid doing it in the hot shower as the heat n pressure can upset the skin

✨- as tempting as it is to make it smell like ur shower product for when ur getting head, don’t clean ur coochie with ur shower gel it can upset the pH n cause infections such as thrush and BV as well as parched skin

✨- spray ur pressure points (behind ears, insides of elbows n knees, inner thighs, décolletage, wrists) n ur perfume will linger all day

✨- exfoliate ur lips too! Make ur own white sugar scrub (or buy from LUSH) or use a wet flannel or an old toothbrush n rub very gently

Remus keeping his job
  • ugh like just imagine if Remus was able to keep his job as the Defense teacher
  • him staying and teaching Harry old marauder tricks
  • such as how to avoid patrols
  • at first Remus is all “Harry, be a good student, you have a lot of potential, do your work”
  • but with a little bit of coaxing from Harry he soon is teaching him how Filch can’t see as well with his right eye and what charms go undetected from him to slip past
  • and how Mrs. Norris is a sucker for sugar quills
  • and then Sirius visiting the pair, staying with Remus in his teacher dormitories so he can get to know his godson
  • completely under the radar though, Dumbledore’s cool with it though 
  • He’s introduced as Remus’s dogs, Snuffles of course and he gets plenty of attention from students in between classes, 
  • “OH MERLIN AND AGRIPPA IF THAT ISN’T THE CUTEST DOG I’VE EVER SEEN” Lavender screamed as she runs to hug the dog and Parvati keeps scratching his ears, Remus just chuckles
  • Remus always seems to chuckle when people are very friendly with his dog and the students aren’t quite sure why 
  • Harry and Ron always make fun of him because of it
  • Sirius being used in muggle studies during the typical pets and pet care chapter and showing off all his tricks
  • Remus happy because this is James’ son and merlin he had always wanted to watch him grow up
  • They all walk down to Hagrid’s together for rock cakes and tea sometimes
  • Remus being the best defense teacher anyone’s ever seen
  • the class is interesting and interactive and it’s easily everyone’s favorite class, people who don’t even need the class take it always
  • Dumbledore actually has to move some things around because every student signs up their 7th year even when they don’t have to
  • but its okay because wow look at Remus’s smile
  • he never used to smile this much 
  • Sirius also has a chance to get out of the house, out of grimmauld place away from his screaming mother’s portrait
  • everyone is happy
The Prisoner. Part 2.

Part 1: HERE.


Morning dawned just as the door slammed open, this time jolting Claire awake.

“Up wi’ ye, lass!” Brian barked, his fists knocking rapidly against the thick wood as he waited impatiently. “We dinna have much time, and I will get ye t’ Fort William. Willie, my son, has sent word that yer presence is required.”

He must have ridden hard to make the journey, and get word to his father, Claire thought, dimly. But she didn’t question it, only rose from her temporary dwelling to obey the commands set before her.

To give him his due, Brian didn’t drag Claire straight away, instead he brought her to the breakfast table and sat her down.

“Have a dram, and some bread and honey. I dinna want ye to starve afore we get there, aye?” He *was* joking, but behind his jest lay a very serious concern.

True, she hadn’t eaten a decent meal in a while. But she wasn’t likely to fall foul of death just yet.

Sighing, she took a large bite of the fresh bannocks placed in front of her. The warm dough coated her tongue and she closed her eyes as bliss rolled down her throat. From the other side of the table, a feminine cough brought her out of her revelry, causing her to look across the table.

“We’re all worrit, ye ken?” The girl spoke, her eyes wide as she viewed Claire with a sort of apprehensive wonder, “da doesna mean to be short wi’ ye. He kens well enough that yer hurting, that ye’ve been hurt. But we canna leave him, aye?” She explained, worry lacing her words, “he’s our brother. I’m sure ye understand. After all, I did hear yer prayers, and I’m sure father would be grateful fer them.”

Scrapping her chair away from the table, the older girl bowed and exited, her dress sweeping along the floor as she left, “enjoy the honey, Claire. Dinna deprive yerself, ye’ll need yer strength.”

The ride through the Scottish countryside was filled with tension.

Claire rode with Brian as she had done before. He had enough fillies in the stables to accommodate her, but she was a flight risk and he wasn’t about to chance her bolting on him. Not when Jamie’s life was at stake.

The high rise of the east wing tower came into view on the horizon as Claire sought refuge in her mind. Thinking back, she brought to the fore anything of the life she’d had before the garrison had claimed her. She could see her uncle as he collected clams from the beach, he eager eyes intent on locating the biggest and best for her. She remembered the feel of the sand on her feet, the small grains trapping between her toes as she wiggled them in the ocean.

“Claire,” Brian coaxed, his weight shifting as he dismounted and brought her with him, “ye need to come wi’ me now.”

She did as she was bid, opening her eyes as she watched a troop of army men trot towards them. Behind the first group was Jamie. Clad in irons, Randall had him to heel, his shoulder brushing against the horse’s flanks as he tried to keep up with the captain.

Steeling herself, Claire held her hands at her sides, the blood pulsing through them as she stepped forwards.

“I’m glad to see that you are a man of your word, Mr Fraser. Good work.” Randall praised, a dull mockery to his tone.

Claire nearly vomited at the sound of his voice, but she managed –just about– to keep it together as she dipped her chin forwards, looking only at the floor now. She couldn’t –wouldn’t– look *him* in the eyes. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She wouldn’t give him the power.

Tinkling of metal kept her grounded as she imagined the soldiers removing poor Jamie’s bindings. She felt, rather than saw, the breeze as Brian pushed her towards the British. Her ankles almost buckled, but she focused on the feel of the damp long grass as it tickled her bare skin.

Anything to keep her from those dark thoughts. Anything to keep her here, on this hill.

“Claire!” Randall called, the pleasure at her re-capture chilling her to the bone, “five seconds and I take the boy back, you wouldn’t want that –would you?” He cautioned, the warning painfully clear.

Eyes still fixed to the ground, Claire began her steady walk back towards captivity, her legs wobbling as she made her way down the small hill.

Sensing Jamie’s close proximity, she stuck out her pinkie finger, brushing it gently alongside his as they crossed paths, ships passing in the bleak night. Warmth spread through her frozen digits as they met, the silent apology flowing from her to him as she pulled herself together and ended the contact.

Thick fingers gripped her as Randall’s guards attached the irons around her tiny wrists, any larger and they would have slipped clean off. But, unfortunately, they just weren’t big enough, and the solid metal hit her fragile skin, tearing it as the jagged material held her prisoner.

Shutting off everything else, Claire locked herself away. She heard nothing but the soft wisps of the breeze as she was marched, unceremoniously back towards Fort WIlliam, her feet barely touching the floor.

Darkness surrounded her, the inky blackness closing in as every inch of her ached. Her back, shredded as it was, protested as a stray boot came into contact with her much abused skin.

Feeling his wretched touch against her scalp, Claire shied away as the stray locks of her sopping hair were pushed away from her damp forehead.

“I thought of you, you know,” he taunted, his voice cruel and callous, “all the while I had him here. He wouldn’t talk, stupid boy. He wouldn’t give you up…oh, but I knew he’d seen you. I could tell. I saw the spark of recognition behind his eyes as I showed him your portrait.”

Claire baulked at the image, her heart going out to Jamie Fraser. A man she’d hardly even spoken to who had been willing to suffer on her behalf.

“I offered him the same out as you. Same words. Same offer…same response,” he sighed, his words filled with pleasure at the thought of his little game.

He liked to play.

He liked to win.

But he hadn’t with Claire, and he never would. She would rather die first. Even the most brutal death was better than –that.

“But now I don’t think you get the choice anymore,” he sneered.

Claire curled herself up into a smaller ball, her legs crossed and pulled under her chin in a fruitless attempt at hiding from her fate.

“…and when I do it,” he continued, horror and wretchedness dripping from his tongue, “I shall think of him. Trussed up here, at my mercy. And then once I’m done with you, Claire, I will go back for him.”

Scrunching her nose and squeezing her eyes closed, Claire tried to hold back the relentless agony as it tore through her, the manacles at her wrists chaffing as she twisted her arms across her bleeding knees.

“Leave him alone,” she choked, letting the gloom consume her once more, “you have me, leave him be…”


Murky dusk pulled at her vision as she tried to bury herself back into sleep, quietly begging for a reprieve.

“Claire,” the voice spoke, the tone of it wavering from one sound to another as she battled to remain unconscious.

“Claire, it’s time…”

The subtle change in pitch made her ears prick.

“Sassenach? It’s time, breakfast is done, please…come and eat today.”

She still hadn’t let him touch her, only his fingers against hers, but he was getting closer.

“J-Jamie?” She stuttered, her mouth dry as she squinted one eye open, daring not to hope.

“Aye, Claire, it’s me. Jamie.”

“I’m not–”

“No,” he cut in, eager to calm her frayed nerves.

She remembered.

Sitting upright, Claire stretched out her limbs, cracking a few bones in the process.

“But your father–”

“Doesna ken, Claire,” Jamie interrupted again, his cheeks pinking as she turned, pulling the sheets up to cover her chest as she look over at him timidly.

“What did you do, Jamie?”

“Do ye trust me, Claire?” He began, hope burning behind his eyes as he asked the question.

“Is he coming for me, Jamie?” Claire returned, her heart slamming against her ribcage, its jagged rhythm making her breath come in short sharp pants as her fingers gripped the thick blanket.

“Ye understand, mo chidhe, that he couldna be allowed to live, aye? I couldna let him…” wiping his hand across his lips, Jamie stood, his teeth clenched tight at the mere thought, “I *could not* let him take ye to his bed. To *force* ye to lay wi’ him. He told me, ken? What he would do. To me –to you– and he had to be stopped. For everyone’s sake.”

Claire nodded, her bright blue eyes wide at the implication of his words.

“Will they know it was you?”

“It’s been nigh on a month now, Claire. There has been reports, as always, word travels fast in the highlands –it has too– but no, I havena been implicated. And they think ye deid too.”

“Oh goodness,” she exhaled, her hand hovering over her heart as she tried to breath normally and failed. “But your father still doesn’t know?”

Seeing her distress, Jamie fell at her feet, forgetting his dislike of his touch in an instant as he laid his palms against her covered knees and shaking his head as he did so.

“Nay.”

She didn’t even so much as flinch, for which he was grateful.

“Jamie, what will he say?”

“You leave that to me, aye? But I needed ye to ken that no matter what, ye willna be returning to that man. Ever.”

Claire raised her head, meeting him eye to eye as she took her first clean lungful of air in a while, untainted by the knowledge of Captain Randall and his merciless rampage.

“B-but…you *killed* him?”

“I set the tower alight as he lay in his bed, aye. I made sure he wasna likely to wake either –after I had ye in a safe place, of course.”

Taking his hands in hers, Claire brought his fingers to her lips and kissed them over and over. Slowly, the sorrow diminished, leaving only a great sense of awe and loyalty.

“You took a man’s life, though. For me. I’m n–”

“Nay!” he returned, raising his voice a little too high.

Claire jumped, but didn’t let go as Jamie righted himself, shaking off the rage at the dismissal of her own worth.

“Dinna ever say that again, sassenach. Do ye hear?”

Claire nodded, fresh tears falling as she slipped forwards into Jamie’s arms.

Wrapping himself around her, he let her sob openly against him, his shirt and chest soaking up the moisture as she cried.

“Ye are no’ nothing, Claire. Ye hear? Nay, mo Sorcha. You are *everything*.”

FIN.

cont. from here | @captain-cass-andor

Jyn waited hours, every single day for any news about Cassian Andor. In her room she stared at the ceiling, not sure if she should go and visit her friend. She knew it was something he wouldn’t appreciate, her beside him holding his hand. He would want her to go on her missions. Right? It was a question she didn’t like to ask herself, so she just didn’t. 

Every day after her strike team came back to the base after their recon missions she practically ran to the medbay, but not daring to step one foot inside the door. She heard from everyone that he was going to be okay, but that didn’t stop her from worrying about him for what seemed like every second. 

She sat on the durasteel bench plastered on the ship, the long ride back to the base silent as usual. Static then filled the air, her radio seemingly going out of control, she hit it hard to get it to work when she heard the words, “Captain Cassian Andor has been released,” And she couldn’t remember anything else the transmission said.

When her ship landed she was the first one to step out of her ship, desperately searching for a sign of her friend. The only friend she had. Her search ended when she spotted him, his eyes locked on her from across the landing pad. She felt like she could breathe again, she bit her lip, and started pacing towards him. Pushing others out the way she finally felt his arms wrap around her. She didn’t want to let go but she did, remembering the state his ribs was in, but of course he didn’t care.

“Cassi-” She was cut short, his lips crashed upon hers in the middle of the crowded base. Her hands found themselves tangled through his messy hair, her back pressed against the cold stone wall. When they parted her breath seemed to pace itself, and she chuckled lightly.

“That kiss almost felt like you meant it.” She smirked, her hands not separating from his dark hair.

Nemesis AU part 5 (I think?)

The next day, Will was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he and Nico were dating. Actually, legitimately, truthfully dating. Because they wanted to. Because they liked each other.

When he got out of his car that morning and saw Nico waiting for him in the same spot, his stomach did a flip. Nico looked up and smiled at him as he got out of the car and Will couldn’t help but blush. When he got to Nico, Nico took his hand and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “Hey there,” he said, with his own blush coating his cheeks.

It gave Will a bit of whiplash when Nico didn’t let go of his hand when they were inside the building. “Are you okay?” Nico asked with a nervous smile.

“Yeah,” he assured. He lifted their interlocked hands. “It’s just still… a little surreal.”

Nico furrowed his eyebrows and pulled him aside from the crowd of people walking in. “I mean… are you okay with this? Do you want to really date?”

“Yes,” he assured quickly. “Yes, I do. I guess I didn’t realize how much I liked you until you told me you liked me. It made sense then why I felt so bad about breaking it off…. And it made sense why I wasn’t okay with pretending. I didn’t want to like you more than I already did.” He shrugged. “I’m just trying to let it sink in that someone I like actually likes me.”

Nico smiled leaned forward to kiss him gently on the lips. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it sink in.” Will blushed again and looked at his shoes. “Come on, let’s get breakfast.”

He pulled Will down the halls and he noticed a few people do a double take when they saw them. Mainly, everyone shrugged it off, but there were a few people who whispered and nodded at them in question. Will tried not to pay too much attention.

Later, during class, Nico was leaning against him as they watched a video and someone across from Nico whispered, “Hey, so how much homework is he doing for you now to pretend to date you at school?”

Nico sat up and scowled at the guy. “It’s not like that,” he hissed.

“Oh so it’s real all of a sudden?” He snorted. “So what is he still doing your calculus homework?”

“Shove it up your ass, you dick,” Nico said as he flipped him off. He leaned against Will again and took his hand. Will looked down at his desk uncomfortably.

Later, at lunch, Nico’s friends continued to nag him about the sudden relationship. Nico had stood up to go talk to them, but Will could still hear bits and pieces.

“-said he was a nerd,” one said.

“-thought you couldn’t stand him. You-”

“-called him a-”

“Would you all shut up?” Nico snapped loud enough to make even Will jump. “It’s different now,” he said. “Deal with it.”

He returned to Will, but now Will felt uncomfortable. He remembered the teasing and the insults Nico used to throw at him. The condescending looks. And now they were dating? That didn’t make any sense. That had to be some form of Stockholm syndrome….

Will hadn’t changed at all. He was the same person Nico use to laugh at and torment throughout school. The same person Nico would humiliate in class by making him look stupid until Will learned his lesson and shut up. What could have possibly changed in the last month to make Nico feel different? If anything, he had more in his arsenal to torment him with. From the way his mom loved to baby him to the way he’d ramble on and on about books and movies.

“You know, I need to go tell my college advisor something,” he mumbled as he stood.

“I can go with you,” he offered beginning to stand.

Without looking at him, Will motioned for him to stay seated. “It’s fine.”

Nico was smart enough to know something was up. “Will….”

But he didn’t answer. He left the lunchroom and went to the library until the bell rang.

Of course, there was no way to avoid Nico completely. And Will didn’t want to give him that power anyway. So as he walked to his next class, he tried to keep from looking at the ground or huddling into himself. He tried to walk with the confidence Nico always walked with wherever he went.

A hall before his class, a girl stopped him. “Hey, you’re the dude that was doing Nico’s calculus homework right?” Will furrowed his eyebrows. “He told me a while back that your deal thing was almost off. Look, I’m really bad at physics, so if you need a fake girlfriend-”

“Wait, when did he say that?”

“Um, maybe like two weeks ago? My friend asked if you guys were dating and he explained that he didn’t like you, he was just doing it for the homework.” Will felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. “Uh… so is that a no…? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…. I mean did I say something I wasn’t supposed to?”

“No. No,” he said in a tight voice. “No, it’s fine. But I don’t need a fake anything right now. Sorry.” He turned away from her and got to class, feeling a level of anger he’d never felt before. He saw people whispering and glancing at him again in class, and he couldn’t help but snap at them. “What? What are you looking at? What do you want?”

They stammered and looked away quickly. Will felt a gentle hand at his shoulder. “Will, what-?”

Immediately, Will shoved his hand off and took a deep breath. “Don’t,” he said through clenched teeth. “Please, just don’t- don’t touch me or talk to me or anything.”

“What?” Nico asked in surprise. “Why can’t I- What did I do?”

Will ignored him and tried to focus as class began. Nico sat beside him, but kept to himself as Will had requested- or rather demanded. When class ended, Will left without a word to Nico. At least he didn’t have him for the next class. He managed to get through that class without being asked about Nico. And when he was finally dismissed, he walked to the exit quickly, dashing between people, hoping to avoid Nico.

Sadly, his mom wasn’t there yet. He pulled out his phone, desperate to leave before Nico got out there. Then he saw his mom’ text: I got held up at the grocery shop, hon. I’ll be late.

He cursed his bad luck and began pacing back and forth, glancing around for a place to go where Nico wouldn’t see him. But before he could, he heard, “Are you talking to me yet?” He tensed and shut his eyes, willing himself to be home. “Let me just explain something about relationships, Will. When you get mad at the other person, you’re supposed to talk about it. Not ignore them.”

“Or you could tell them to go fuck themselves,” Will suggested under his breath.

Nico turned him around and looked at him with an incredulous look on his face. “Will, what did I do?”

“I’m not talking to you about this here.” He looked around and saw more people glancing at them as they passed by or stood with friends. “Not with all these onlookers.” Nico’s eyes skimmed their surrounding and he frowned.

“Where’s your mom?”

“Stuck at the store.”

Nico looked around again and sighed. “Why don’t we walk to my place? Your mom can get you from there, it’ll be a lot less traffic. And we could talk; no one else gets home till around five.” The idea of being alone with Nico unnerved him. He had this atmosphere about him that made Will’s stomach tighten and his heart beat faster. If he was honest, he didn’t trust himself to be alone with him. He was too intoxicating.

There was no doubt that Nico could kiss him and wipe Will’s memory of the day clean, that as he pulled at his hair Will would forget his arguments and his brain would turn to mush. There was no doubt in his mind that if he was alone with Nico, he’d be too nervous to get a single word out. Because Nico was the boy you read about in books- the bad boy with the bad boy looks and the carefree attitude, the smooth moves and sensual voice. The kind that Will would never in his life have thought to be dating one day. And that fact alone made Will worried about being angry with him.

“Hello?” Nico asked, regaining his attention.

“I don’t know,” he muttered. Nico sighed.

Before he could talk again, someone said, “Hey, Solace! What’s the price for you to write my research paper?” Nico and Will both turned to see a guy miming a blow job before laughing with his friends.

At first, Will just wanted to turn away and walk home. Then he noticed the furious look on Nico’s face and his hands clenched into fists at his hands. Nico started for the guy and before Will could protest, Nico had him by the shirt and swung at his face. Everyone who was looking made a collective gasping sound and winced. Blood began trickling from the guy’s nose as Nico sneered at him.

“If you or anyone else tries to make fun of my boyfriend again, you’ll get worse than a bloody fucking nose, got it?” He shoved the guy back and returned to Will, taking his hand and pulling him away from the crowd.

They walked in silence down the street as Will processed his shock. Nico took him down another street and stopped at a house with a wide overgrown front lawn. He checked the mail like he always did when Will and his mom dropped him off. Then he went to the front door, gesturing for Will to follow.

Nervously, Will did. He sent his mom a quick text to let her know where he was and gulped as the door shut behind him. “Do you want anything to drink?” Nico asked as he stretched his hand out. Will shook his head. “Will you please talk to me? What did I do?”

Will looked at the floor again. “Nico… you’re the guy who used to make fun of me. Who used to laugh at me and mock me with your friends. I don’t get how that changed all of a sudden. I mean just two weeks ago you told someone you didn’t like me. And everyone knows I agreed to do your math homework-”

“Jesus, enough with the stupid calculus homework!” Nico snapped. Will looked up in surprise. “Yes, Will, this started as a simple agreement. I was supposed to hold your hand at dismissal and as you walked into school, and let your mom think I was your boyfriend in exchange for you doing my math homework for the rest of the year. But that changed. Don’t you get that?”

“When?” Will insisted. “When did you go from thinking I was just some nerdy, stupid, dense, blond Mama’s boy to thinking… whatever you think now?” He looked into Nico’s eyes, which were narrowed as he listened, his lips pursed into a line. In a softer, more worried voice, Will asked, “How do you go from not being able to stand me to wanting to date me, from insulting me to defending me from people who treat me the way you used to?”

Nico stepped forward and took his hands slowly. “I got to know you,” he whispered. “When I started having to hang out with you, I realized that you weren’t just a show off repeating what you’ve read in a book. You have original thoughts that you’ve thought through enough to make valid arguments. For once, I felt like I was being challenged mentally and it took me by surprise.

“You would talk to me about these books or movies you love and… you’d get this look on your face. Your eyes light up, and you start talking with your hands a bunch, and you make it seem like getting me to understand the story is the most important thing to do. You’re not a nerd, you’re passionate. And it’s incredible to watch and listen to.

“I didn’t realize how much I liked you until you said we were going to stop pretending soon. I realized I didn’t want to stop seeing you every day, I didn’t want to stop talking about all these different things with you, I didn’t want to stop going to dinner every Friday. Not just because your mom is an amazing cook, but because I liked being with you.” His hands came up to Will’s face, and Will looked into his eyes, so brown they were almost black. “I was wrong, Will. I was so wrong, and so is everyone else who teases you. You never stand up for yourself. And I just… got so pissed off at that guy.”

He stepped closer, his hands resting against the wall Will had pressed himself against. “As for what I think now? I think you are a very complex, insightful, beautiful person.” His lips brushed against Will’s cheek.

He managed a nervous chuckle before choking out, “Beautiful?”

Nico nodded and his hands trailed down his arms until he intertwined their hands. He raised them up just over his head. “Yes, beautiful. From those freckles that dust your face, your resplendent blue eyes, sandy hair, and long nimble hands to your laugh, your voice, your kindness, and understanding. Every part of you is beautiful, Will Solace. You are an incredible person.” Will’s breaths were short and fast as Nico spoke against his very sensitive skin. “Don’t forget that I’m not the only one who suddenly felt different. You used to hate me, remember?”

Will shook his head. “Nuh-uh. I hate the way you were with me. I hated the Nico that made fun of me. You’re different now….” Nico brushed their noses together and hummed. “Please stop teasing me,” Will begged in a single breath.

Nico leaned in and kissed him, his hands tightening around Will’s. He pulled one hand away and used it to press Will closer to him. Will felt him bite his lip and his thoughts melted into an incomprehensive puddle. He couldn’t think of anything except for Nico and his lips and his velvety voice telling him he was beautiful.

The sound of a car honk made them pull apart for breath, their bodies still pressed together. “That must be my mom,” Will whispered, afraid to break the trance they had fallen into.

“Listen,” Nico said urgently. “We have a rough past. But things are different now, okay? People at school are stupid, and they don’t understand anything. Don’t let them get to you. Okay?” Will nodded and Nico kissed him once more before taking his hand and leading him to the door.

Problications

*OOOOMGGGGG ;;;;A;;;;!!! sorry for taking an eternity and a half to update!!! As many of you know i went to Japan in august and then got back..updated and then work and school started all at once ;; as the Holidays are upon us now, work has taken over my life and the school semester is ending, I have had less and less time to update! ;;^;; I’m sorry everyone!!! 

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but look at them stretch marks and that awesome StarxRae bonding going on *_* !!! <3 much love went into this page! I hope you can stay tuned for more if you still like me! Sorry for keeping you wait ;O; OTL 

Part 1: Ready or Not
Part 2: Welcome to Motherhood
Part 3: It’s a Surprise
Part 4: Trial of the Trimesters
Part 5: Safe and Sound
Part 6: Wish you were Here
Part 7: Celebration
Part 8: Preparing the Nest
Part 9: Fears
Part 10: Fears Calmed
Part 11: An Omen
Part 12: No Choice
Part 13: Pulse
Part 14: Vulnerability
Part 15: It’s time
Part 16: Admission
Part 17: –

Always (continued)

“No really? I didn’t know.”

“Me and John have been broken up for almost a week now. He wanted me to help him study for an upcoming test and I accepted because he pays me $25 a lesson. And you know, my family needs the money. So I go over and I help him. But then he starts talking about how much he misses us and I didn’t want to hear it so I got up to leave. He grabs my arm and says to hear him out. I sit back down annoyed and then he attacks me.“ I pause to look at Jug’s expression. He looks a bit mad. I swallowed and continued.

“He starts to kiss me and feel all over me. I push him off and he smacks me saying I needed this. He bites my lip and I manage to knee him in a place that shouldn’t be kneed and I ran off. I couldn’t call my mom because I told her I was gonna help him study and might crash at his place or Veronica’s so she could make a bit more money.” I finished, tears rolling down my cheeks.

He caught one with his thumb and pulled me into a hug.

“I’ll have Archie talk to him. That is not right for him to disrespect you like that.” he said, soothing my hair.

“I was scared Juggie. I thought I was-” I cried. He shushed me and rubbed my back.

“It’s okay. Why did your mom agree to let you go?” he said, resting his cheek on my head.

“It’s like I said, Jug. We need all the money we can get. She would have never let me go if she knew what John was going to do. I’m so glad I broke up with him though. But imagine if I didn’t hurt him. I could have been-” I cried a little harder and he rocked me, giving me a kiss on my forehead.

“Hey, I’m here now. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” he whispered. I looked up at him and he cleaned my tears.

“Thanks Juggie.” I said smiling and kissed his cheek slowly. “You’ll always be here for me?” I asked, resting my head on his chest.

“Always.” he said, placing a blanket on top of us.

“That’s good to know…Good night.” I yawned, holding my hand out.

“Goodnight.” he said, smiling and kissing my forehead. He intertwined our fingers together and rested his head on mine.

He always knew holding someone’s hand was a way to calm me down, but I just wanted to hold his hand because I started to fall for Jughead. Ever since John and I broke up, Jughead always made me smile. And made me feel happy…. Just like I am now, in his arms.

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Ainsley: Well what the hell was that?! Are you okay 41?

41: Oh yeah, I should go get these done… 

41:See you around! 

Ash: Hey wait! 

Ainsley: We weren’t supposed to know…

Ainsley: So we went out with a map and looked for the address RL seemed so obsessed with. Then we bumped into-

41: Him.

Ainsley: He seemed pretty upset…

Ainsley: But Ash recognized him.

Ainsley: So we split up and searched the neighborhood for the other two. When we couldn’t find them, we re-grouped at the grocers.

41: Straight away, we saw the guy we weren’t looking for. So we panicked-

Ainsley: Which is pretty fucking appropriate, considering it was RL. 

Ainsley: Then someone tripped over Ash…


To be continued 

Meeting the Witch

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The King was more than ready to take on the woman if she attempted anything. He grinned widely, his hands reaching for the daggers as he glared at the one who dared to stand before him. 

“Dielia!” 

He recalled that voice. the grin widened and he lifted his eyebrows at the woman blocking him. Turning to the look at the Witch, the King moved his hands away from his daggers and as soon as she called out for the Ratz to bow, he turned to look at the one she called Dielia. 

Once they were all on their knees, the King walked toward Ana. Still slender, but gaining more of his appearance more and more each day, the Rat King extended his arms out to Ana. “You thought me dead, didn’t you, my little Witch?” 

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Harry scoffed, not having any other possible objections to the doctor’s suggestion. He didn’t want to see what the results were, every time he thought he had a shot of getting out of that fucking asylum, the tests said otherwise.

“Then please doc, enlighten me.” Harry smiled and leaned back in his chair, and put his feet upon the doctor’s desk. 

“Before you open that folder though,” Harry interrupted, “Have I been a good patient? One of your favorites? You’re my favorite doctor, Crane.” He stalled.

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did someone say pillow talk

YOU KNOW I DID FIONA, YOU KNOW I DID i feel like from the way rob reacted to charity making those innuendos it was actually the one morning they really didn’t do any hanky panky? And it just makes me emotional to picture them spending their last day’s morning together in bed, all sleepy and warm, catching up with each other and softly laughing, cuddling up, being in love, kissing gently and lingering, holding each other and thinking this could be the last time I’m holding him for a long time but neither one of them saying it, neither one of them wanting to break the beautiful intimate positive happy calm of the morning

Chapter 1

When I closed my eyes, I imagined his warm body heating my bed, lying beside me, with his arms wrapped around me. I found myself asleep in moments, forgetting that it was just me, alone in my room. while I slept, I dreamt.

I’m at school. It must be lunch because many people are sitting in the front of the building, but none of them are leaving. I walk towards a boy who I’ve seen in the hallway before. I don’t think I ever learned his name. I sit next to him and say something to him, smiling. I can’t hear what I’m saying and I can’t hear his responses. The sound of our voices is muted. I lean in and kiss him, and he kisses back. We’re making out? We stop, and the boy picks me up a begins to carry me away from the school. Suddenly, the big metal door of the school explodes open.

“What’s going one here?” the boy holding me turns and I can see my boyfriend Michael running down the front steps of the school. His voice, unlike the others, is clear and loud. fear rushes through my body and my eyes widen. The boy drops me and I run towards Michael. As I get closer, I can see that he’s definitely on something. At first, it seems as though he’s just drunk, a possible, and very viable option, but it becomes more apparent by his repeating of questions and incoherent sentences that it’s something much more powerful.

“Michael, look at me. Look at me!” His eyes keep straying over my shoulder, almost as if he’s forgetting that we’re talking. Finally, he makes eye contact and smiles, like he didn’t see me standing there before. “Michael, you’re intoxicated, you know that?” The lights behind his face dim just a bit and he seems to remember what he just saw. He says my name, just once; in just a whisper. “Michael, I love you.” I’ve never said it as anything but a response before. I’ve never just come out and said it. This comes out stern, almost angry. When Michael says nothing, I shake my head and usher him towards the edge of the stairs. Several yards away, some kids in my class are playing baseball in teams. While we make our way toward the bottom step, repeatedly tell him we need to sit down.

We get to the stairs and I look at him. He’s a mess. He’s sweating, his eyes are dilated, and he looks tired. I kiss him on the lips and realize that they are slick and sticky with the remnants of whatever it was he was taking. The solution also leaves him with a sweet but pungent smell of sugar and chemicals. I sit between his legs with my knees under his thigh, clutched close to his chest. I can hear his heartbeat when I put my head down, and it makes me feel a little better. The sticky sweet solution has dripped down his neck and onto his shirt, making it sticky too, but I almost don’t notice. We sit silently watching the game for about twenty minutes, and it seems like he doesn’t even remember what I’ve done, but he still seems stiff, and a bit hostile. It might just be the drugs. After a few minutes, I get up the courage to ask the question.

“What was it?”