#reader stories

{Xavier thorp and Yn} Warnings: kissing and IDK!

summary: Yn falls in the hall on the way to class and … well you’ll find out

AN: My first writing, I hope I did good!

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Ok let’s go!

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Yn was rushing to her classroom as she tripped and fell in the hall. She closed her eyes, waiting for the hard ground to meet her, but instead, she felt a strong arm catch her. Xavier had been passing by; he had caught her. "Are you alright?" he asked in a gentle tone. Yn could only nod, feeling flustered and embarrassed.

Two weeks later, Yn was sitting in Xavier's shed watching him paint. She had finished her work for class and was enjoying the calm atmosphere with him. Suddenly she felt his arms slip around her waist into a warm embrace. Yn gasped softly, feeling his warm breath on her neck.

Xavier nuzzled his face into her neck; his lips found their way up to hers in a kiss. Yn wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning softly into his mouth as their kisses grew deeper.

"I love you," whispered Xavier against Yn's lips.

Eyyyy guess what? I’m writing on the Wattpad :) ...like the nerd I am! hshshshs Like FNAF? I’m writing some FNAF! Like the Dream SMP? I’m writing some stories in it too! like a nerd-

Like yandere? Well, I’ll tell you this...that’s basically all I’m writing hshshshshs don’t ask...

Imma be that bitch that’s fuckin everywere! FNAF, DSMP, original Yandere stories, maybe some Pokemon, original MC stories (not relating to Yandere stuff), some original D&D stuff? Alter egos? Eh? 

What you think? Interested? Feel free to take a look! If you’re not, that’s completely fine! Don’t feel like you’re obligated to follow me or any of my work, I do it for fun anyways.

If you do decide to read my stuff, I hope you enjoy them! I’m not the best writer, but I try! :D https://www.wattpad.com/user/masks_of_many

Hi, darling!

Don’t worry. It isn’t a problem... you know what I thought utterly fascinating about Reader stories? The fact that you free of physical descriptions and can instead focus on emotions/feelings and other aspects.

But I do have a type in mind. Not that very descriptive, but I tend to imagine Reader with a shoulder-length, curly hair. Don’t really think about color... but I think about curly hair. Don’t get me wrong, wavy, straight hair is beautiful as well, but because my hair is curly, I always tend to fancy and imagine characters with curly hair and crazy colors. Right now, my hair is dyed pink. As my natural color is pitch black, it isn’t that pink... but I kinda like it.

I also don’t give much thought to skin color. Sometimes I imagine Reader to be tan, sometimes I imagine her being black and other times white? I think it depends on the scene. I don’t give much thought to body proportions as well, but seeing that I’m more on the short and curvy side, I find it hard to imagine slimmer and taller characters. But hey, if I don’t love a woman like Gwendoline.

Lol! That’s priceless! 🕷? 🐭? Nope it’s a sherlolly kiss! 😂 👏🏻 

i wrote the caretaker and their stars something. i hope your lady enjoys it, i tried to be true to my own heart and of yours

The lady, the glorious star lady offers a hand to her beloved caretaker who rests on bended knee or gives the impression of bending and knees.

the caretaker rises and places a kiss on the hand of their love. the stars lead them in a dance of ages or an age of a dance.

the caretaker is nothing more than the conglomeration of feelings and offerings gifted to them by those lost and seeking advice.

the lady of the stars watches wistfully and lovingly as whispered praises, both the caretaker’s and those of she grants guidance to, fill the infinitely small space around them, making music in which they waltz and tango and swing and simply sway to.

the caretaker murmurs and mutters and shrieks at the tugging feeling, signaling they must leave their beloved’s side and return to the mortal plane to tend to their duties.

although the lady does not really speak with a mouth, for none are truly sure of what her features are or even if she has any, the air thins and thickens and a feeling of calm that clearly states, FRET NOT MY LOVE. SOON YOU WILL RETURN TO ME AND BE IN MY ARMS AGAIN echoes through the space that is not space.

the caretaker bows again, sliding out of her embrace though reluctantly. MY LOVE, I WILL SEE YOU ON THE MORROW. they respond in kind as they begin to melt through the floor of their home where the lady begins her own tasks, humming a melody that is not and will not exist for it would break the hearts of any of those to hear, but an aura of peace and contentment fills their place.

she and her caretaker are happy and in love as much as two ethereally creatures such as themselves can truly be

Like I know it means “your name” so logically I should read it as “Lynn” but my brain just goes “oh, I love you so very deeply your name” or whatever and I can’t trick it to do anything else.