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whalyrae · 10 months

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DANCE WITH ME - CHAPTER 5

“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.”

Summary : All your life, you thought you were a beta, a simple and boring beta. Until everything change. But now that you've presented yourself as an omega, how will you manage to live and hide it from your six friends and best friend, all alphas and all in the same pack? (a/n : I'm a shit for summary I'm so sorry-)

Genre : soulmate au (of course I'm a bitch for this), omegaverse, bangtan alphas au!, omega reader, fluff, angst, eventual smut, polyamory relationships

Status : In process

Word Count : 3k

Warnings : the usual one I guess, like smut, angst, fluff (yeah its a warning for some people ) mention of depression, abusive parents (physically and morally), violence and blood, PTSD, scars, self harm,...

Tag list : @ghostlyworld @kawaiikpoplover268 @scuzmunkie @iamkookiesforyou @00ihatesnaku @stellauniverse @akemiixx01

A/N : AAAH FINALLY ! My exams are finally over... Well tbh I'm not really happy with this chapter but if I listen to my inner voice I'll just delete all my works and never writing again so... Hope you'll like it anyway ! Let me know your impressions here or in my inbox ! And again thank you so much for all thoses likes and shares !! ♥

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Chapter 4 // Chapter 6

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Wooyoung and you were out of breath when you fell on the floor of the dance studio, lying next to him. You turned to each other with mutual grins.

“If we don't get the best grade with this,” you muttered after a few seconds.

"You're taking the words out of my mouth!"

You laughed and straightened up to clap your hands. Wooyoung then turned around, his eyes shining.

“Don't you agree with us Sannie? What did you think?”

It was with enthusiasm that Wooyoung just addressed his boyfriend and alpha, Choi San, student in the same school as both of you, but in second year. The omega thought of calling his boyfriend to have an external opinion on the choreography they had spent the week preparing. The choice of music helped a lot to make their imaginations work, the steps, and the combinations of these had naturally come to both of you.

The deadline was approaching and even if neither you nor he was stressed by the time, you still felt some form of anxiety over the level of performance and the quality of your choreography.

You were lucky (or unlucky, depending on the perspective) to get a preview of what Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok were up to, and you couldn't describe how you felt because these three idiots were the most talented and dammit attractive dancers you knew.

You, too, turned to San, more nervous than your friend. It was the first time you met him in person. As you imagined, he was very impressive, very tall, and very charming.

With his arms crossed against his chest, he nodded, a smile appearing on the corner of his lips.

“Some of my graduating class and even senior year would be unable to do better! There is a very good chemistry between the two of you. You make a very good duo.”

You sighed with relief as Wooyoung jumped into his companion's arms.

Yes, choosing Finesse by Bruno Mars and Cardi B had been a very good idea.

“You know that in my eyes you will always be the best dancer in this school,” added San, hugging Wooyoung, “ah, no offense little y/n!”

“Don't worry,” you answered, laughing and waving your hand, “I'm far from being equal to anyone here in terms of talent,” you continued directly, seeing that your friend was going to intervene with your remark, but you didn’t let him the chance, “And by the way, I'm the same size as Wooyoung, I'm not small!”

You rolled your eyes at their laughs and grabbed your cell phone before lying on the floor again. You got a message from Jimin. He was in another room, busy rehearsing his solo choreography, and wanted to know when you'd be finished rehearsing to join you. Now that you think about it, it's probably been ages since you two spent time together like you used to when you were still in high school.

“By the way Noona,” Wooyoung appeared above you, while you were answering your best friend's message, “have you made any progress on your choreography? Are you still sure of your choice?”

“Hm? I think you just want to know if I choose the music you suggested, am I right?” you asked, arching an eyebrow and chuckling when you saw his innocent expression, “yeah Wooyoung, I chose Sweet but Psycho, I even finished the choreography, I just need to rework it a little and adjust a few things!”

“Really? I'll be curious to see it, can you show it to us?”

You turned to San, your cheeks flushed.

“Mingi is waiting for us Sannie! He is downstairs!” Wooyoung had just received a message, and was already grabbing his stuff, winking at you as you silently thanked him, “Next time!” He turned to you, “By the way Noona, we can give you a ride if you want!”

“Jimin is upstairs, we're planning to go home together, but thanks for offering!”

“Ah, Park Jimin, another talented monster,” San commented with a nod.

You nodded with a groan and straightened up. You accepted the hand of the alpha, “Ah, thank you. It was a pleasure to meet you, San!”

“The pleasure is mutual little y/n,” he winked at you when he saw a pout appear on your face, “Wooyoung will give you my phone number, if you need anything don't hesitate.”

“I'll give it to you by text, be safe, Cardi B!”

You nodded, a little surprised, but smiled at Wooyoung's nickname as you watched them leave, hand in hand. You were happy to meet one of Wooyoung's partners finally. San was a very respectful and pleasant person. You quickly felt comfortable in his presence.

You heard voices outside the dance studio but didn't really pay attention to them, at this time of the day, most of the rooms were still occupied by students. What you didn't know though, was that those voices belonged to Jimin and Wooyoung, who had crossed paths. Jimin greeted the omega, not forgetting to introduce himself to his boyfriend. As usual, Jimin had worn a friendly smile, a cheerful and pleasant tone, as everyone knew him.

However, when San and Wooyoung left him alone in the corridor, his smile disappeared, replaced by a neutral face. He walked into the dance hall, finding you with your back facing him.

"Noona, it's me."

You gasped as you heard the voice of your best friend, who just entered the room. You turned to him, your bag in hand, surprised he came so quickly.

You frowned slightly. Jimin seemed... absent and frustrated. Had something gone wrong during his rehearsal?

“You’re okay?” you asked as you walked towards him, "Did something happen?”

“Ah! Hm... no, not at all! I just ran into Wooyoung and... Choi San? It just surprised me!”

He rubbed the back of his head, a tight smile on his face. You tilted your head to the side, confused by his reaction.

“San is one of Wooyoung's alpha’s,” you explained as you turned on your heels to get your jacket, “I thought I told you he was in a pack with seven other people.”

Jimin nodded silently, which surprised you. Without a word, he walked over to you, and before you could open your mouth, you felt your friend's arms around your waist, clinging to you as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“J-Jimin you…”

You heard him mutter a few words that you didn't really understand. It felt like an eternity passed since your last embrace. It was true that you had been a little physically distant since you discovered you were an omega. You tried to avoid physical contact as subtly as possible, although you didn't always succeed.

When you live with seven people with more than half of them have physical touch as a love language, it’s hard to always find a good excuse to avoid it.

You suffered a lot because just like them, you had always liked these physical marks of affection they had towards you, and inversely, you liked to show them your affection towards them in this way.

As always, your whole being was surrounded by that soft, protective warmth you only felt when they were the origin of it. This feeling was even more powerful when it came to Jimin, your best friend, the most important and precious person in your life.

You couldn't resist wrapping your arms around Jimin's chest, holding him close, and resting your head against his shoulder.

You couldn't fight against it. This was where you felt the safest in the world. Were you felt at your place. In your best friend's arms.

How you missed those moments.

“Hey… Are you sure you're all right, Jimin?”

“You have his smell, I don't like it.”

You straightened your head slightly, surprised by these words. What was he talking about?

“Who…”

“Choi San... I saw you when you took his hand to get up… and his wink…” he paused for a moment before sighing and looking into your eyes, “and… I noticed you were distant recently… you’ll not leaving us, aren’t you? You’ll not leave with them...?”

You had expected everything but this. Jimin always had a jealous and possessive side, he was the one who needed to give and receive affection the most. All this showed a great lack of self-confidence in the young man.

When you were still at school, you heard that his parents had placed him, like you, in a public school reserved for alpha males. Unfortunately, he didn't fit the physical criteria for alphas his age. When most alpha teenagers were already tall and voice-muted, Jimin was short and puffy-faced. His voice hadn't really changed until he was seventeen. Of course, different as he was, although it was not his fault, he was bullied at school.

Like you, dancing had been a refuge that had allowed him to keep his head above water.

This episode of his life had left indelible marks on him. Especially since he had not really been able to benefit from psychological support from his family. His parents thought the harassment was nothing more than teenage squabbling.

They did not approve of his decision to join this dance school. Jimin had to be patient and persuasive to get their permission, against their will. They proclaimed that he would eventually realize that he had no future in this world and that he would come back to the right path or God knows what other nonsense they had come up with, he had stopped listening to them after a while anyway.

You knew the insecurities and lack of trust your best friend had in him. He always had this constant fear of losing and being abandoned by the people he loved.

He and you were the same. You had similar schooling, your families came from the same rich environment, and had the same mentality. You had the same wounds, some of which were still open.

So unsurprisingly, the second you heard his words, the surprise passed, and your gaze softened. You put your two hands on Jimin's cheeks and started caressing them.

“Sorry,” he murmured with a sad pout, “I’m sorry I don't know why I…”

“Don't apologize,” you answered with a little smile, “it's all right…”

“No it’s not.., you don't understand,” he looked away, biting his lip nervously, “it's not all right at all… smelling his scent on you makes me... even though he's an alpha already bound,” he breathed deeply, as if he was trying to control himself, “it's like he's going to take you away from me.”

“Never.” You spoke softly as your thumb caresses his cheeks, “ Listen Jimin, nothing and no one can ever take me away from you,” you whispered, “and if... if his smell bothers you so much, replace it with your own.”

He looked up at you, his lips parted. You couldn’t resist looking down on them, biting yours nervously. Slowly, your eyes moved up to his eyes, your hands still on his soft cheeks. You were so close to him, you could feel his breath gently caressing your lips, making you shiver.

You felt him leaning closer to you, his chest now touching yours. Your lips were close, very close.

No… No, you couldn’t do that to him, nor to your friends, his partners.

You stepped back slightly. You took a long breath and ran a hand through your hair. What were you doing? And what were those words you told him?

It was that warmth again, that smell. Jimin's smell. There was this desire, this desire for him. You couldn’t control yourself. And it wasn't your hormones and your omega side this time, no. Maybe it was the distance you had put between you that amplified and rekindled the feelings you had once repressed when you were still a teenager. Your friendship has always been the most important, more than your feelings.

What were you thinking? Jimin was just your friend, your best friend. And already bonded with other people.

“Y/n you…”

“Ah, excuse me, I’m just saying nonsense,” you lied and chuckled slightly, shaking your head, “this is ridiculous, isn't it? We'd better go, Jin and Hobi must be waiting for you!”

“Don't say that,” he frowned, “this is not ridiculous, and… they're waiting for us. You and me.”

“Yeah, that's what I was saying, let's go!”

°°°

A pout appeared on your face when you heard Wooyoung’s laugh through your phone. you could have sworn you heard another one. Probably Yeosang’s, Wooyoung omega’s partner. He quickly introduced him to you when you called him twenty minutes ago.

After your… moment with Jimin, you both joined Hoseok and Jin who were waiting in their car to come home. You didn’t feel any weird mood between Jimin and you, for your greater relief. But you couldn’t forget what happened.

“I don’t see what’s funny guys!” you told them in an annoyed tone, “What would have happened if I hadn’t stepped back?”

“A Kiss? A long and passionate kiss because you both want it since you know each other. A kiss turning into a hot make-out session and even maybe…” Wooyoung makes a pause, before whispering, “A torrid and desperate fuck. Oh, that made me think that I always wanted to do it in a risky place…”

You sighed loudly not listening to your friend anymore who was rambling. Even if the simple idea of you and Jimin doing any sexual things in a place like a dance studio, when you can get caught at any moment…

You squeeze your thighs together and shook your head, your face was as red as a tomato.

“I… I can’t Woo’!”

“And why? You like him, aren’t you? More than a friend I mean.”

You opened your mouth and then closed it. You passed your hand through your hair and stood up to sit on the ground, your back against your bed and your phone on your knees.

“First he’s my best friend.” You began, hearing both omegas sighing, but you ignored them. “Second, he’s taken. Taken with people who are very close friends… And third, I’m an omega and they don’t know anything about that, things could change between us and I don’t want it…”

“Okay…First, you didn’t answer directly to my question but… I think this is the best one I could have.” Wooyoung smirked. “Second, I don’t see where’s the problem. You also have a crush on them, aren’t you?”

You frowned and stayed silent. You couldn’t deny that you liked every one of them. Really. They were all kind, and funny, you’ve never felt as safe as you do with them. And they were all hot as hell.

“Listen, I wanted to tell you this sooner,” Wooyoung began with a serious and soft voice, “but all the symptoms you describe when you’re with them, it’s not only your omega’s genes.”

“Well, actually it is, a little,” Yeosang added, “but it only works if you are interested in the alphas. Only if you want them sentimentally, and, or physically, both works.”

“When you met San this afternoon, an alpha, when he took your hand, did you feel something?”

“You mean if I had this heat in my body? This feeling of safety, these butterflies in my stomach? If I wanted to kiss him and spend my life in his arms? Of course not! I only have this with… with Jimin and… and with them… Holy shit.”

You heard two laughs and grabbed a pillow to hide your face in. You let yourself fall to the floor with a loud and desperate whimper.

Wooyoung didn’t tell you that he asked his boyfriend to come and see them during their dance practice for this specific purpose. He wanted to let you experience the difference between the feeling of being with someone you’re attracted to, and someone you’re not attracted to. Practice always was more effective than theory.

“Listen, sweetie,” you heard the deep and soft voice of Yeosang after a few seconds, “Just trust your heart. We can’t know how hard it could be for you, that’s true. But if you really love them, if you don’t want to lose them, you need to be honest.”

“And if they don’t accept you as an omega, fuck them! You’ll come live with us! Yunho hyung will like you for sure!”

“I don’t think she needs to think about that, Love. Let’s stay positive, should we?” Yeosang sighs, making you chuckle.

But Yeosang was right. And that’s why you felt so guilty. You knew you needed to be honest with the boys. Plus, with your avoidant behavior towards them, Jimin thought you planned to leave them, which was the last fucking thing you wanted.

Well, for your feelings, everything was confusing until now… You began to understand, thanks to Wooyoung and Yeosang. But the omega part was… still so fucking complicated. Every time you thought about a way to tell, at least, just one of them, you saw your mother’s face again when she knew the truth. You could hear the disgust in her voice again. The fear of experiencing it again paralyzed you to do anything with them.

You heard your stomach growling and you sighed. A bowl of ramyeon first. Yeah, you needed to eat.

°°°

And third, I’m an omega and they don’t know anything about that, things could change between us and I don’t want it.

Jungkook froze in front of your bedroom, his fist still on the door, ready to knock. He just wanted to show you something on his phone when he heard the end of your sentence.

He blinked quickly, and lean his head, confused.

“Noona… is an omega…?”

“What… did you say, Jungkook?”

He gasped when he heard Yoongi’s voice behind him. Seeing the confused look on his younger’s face, Yoongi realized that he, too, had just learned this information.

“Wait hyung, maybe I misunderstood…” Jungkook whispered, walking to him, “But I think I heard…”

“I think we need an emergency pack meeting, Bunny, and now.”

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leupagus · 2 years

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Treads on the Ground

Author: leupagus Chapters: 7/7 (completed) Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Christmas, Aristocracy, Enemies to Lovers, can be read as original fiction Summary:

It's not the best move to burst into his office first thing the next morning and demand, "You're royalty?" with probably a little too much glee in her voice, but Liz couldn't care less. This motherfucker has a coat of arms.

Finn startles so badly he almost falls out of his chair, eyes wide for a moment before settling into their normal squinty belligerence. "The correct term is 'aristocrat,'" he says. "And how did you not know this? It's hardly a secret." He still looks shifty, though. More than his usual, default shifty.

"Because the minute you weirdos start talking about dukes and duchesses, I feel like I'm trapped in a shitty off-Broadway production of The Lion In Winter."

It's done! Finally, after almost a month of writing, complaining, and deleting, I have finished this ridiculous fic and can hopefully move on with my life. As I've said before, this story can be read as an original rom-com novel — it's near-impossible to track down the actual show this is based on and 90% of the action happens outside the central premise, anyway. So I really hope you give it a try; and thanks muchly to all the people who already have.

Thanks also to @angryonabus and @whetherwoman, who not only dove into this story sight unseen but offered support, ideas, and their own flavors of genius throughout the process. If you're lucky, you'll make friends with brilliant writers. If you're outrageously lucky, you'll make friends with kind and generous people. I've hit the lottery with these two motherfuckers, let me tell you.

This last chapter was both the hardest and most enjoyable to write — endings usually are — and I'm glad I had many opportunities to showcase Liz and Finn continuing to be their wretched, awful selves:

Finn does move out of his office that afternoon, into his new one a few doors down from Charles on the fourth floor. "It's bigger than yours," he says, leaning against the conference table. "I measured last night. By two and a half square feet."

"There's something very wrong with you," Liz remarks, checking the news alerts that have gone off on her phone in the past half-hour. It's Tuesday and they've just wrapped up the end-of-year meeting with the Comms Team. Liz announced Mia's promotion and Finn's departure — it's tough to say which one people were more jazzed about. "And don't you people use the metric system?"

"'You people?' Don't be offensive, Liz," he chides. "Besides, it doesn't sound as impressive to say 'point two three meters,' does it?" He fiddles with his own phone, then sighs and puts it in his twerpy little phone holster and straightens up. "Anyway. I'd say it was a pleasure working for you, but it was in fact the most horrific four months of my life and I'll be billing you directly for my therapy, as soon as I can find someone who makes house calls."

"You can just say you're going to miss me like a normal person, you know," she tells him. "I'm not going to tell anybody if you have one singular human emotion per day."

"Human emotion is a failing that should be purged from the ranks of Scotland Yard wherever it is found," he says dismissively. "Like corruption or asbestos."

#babylon uk #ficcage of interest #liz garvey/finn kirkwood #two garbage tastes that taste garbage together #london is a modern babylon motherfuckers

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theresthesnitch · 2 years

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can I ask 8, 18 and 19?

Sure you can, Love! Thanks for sending them.

Send me an ask from this list!

8. How often do you reblog/comment on fics that you like?

Nearly everything I read gets a comment or kudos on AO3, sometimes even on rereads. That's not universally true, but it's more true than not.

Reblogs, I'm worse at. If I read a fic because it came across my dash, and I read it there, I reblog it immediately. If it's something I know I love and will be reading, I'll reblog with a TBR tag. If I open it and it takes me two weeks to get to it (because that does happen) I don't reblog, generally. I don't usually seek out a reblog of a fic unless it's active on my dash. (I recognize that I could do better here. Sorry fellow writers!)

18. Do you have a WIP that you keep telling yourself you’ll eventually get back to, but deep down you know that’s probably a lie?

Sigh... Twist of Fate, which I can't tag because I deleted it from AO3 so I could rewrite and repost it. Basic premise was Wolfstar meeting in a club, kissing, but failing to exchange numbers or names, cannot find each other again. Meanwhile, James and Lily (who were there with Sirius and Remus, respectively) meet, date, fall in love, and get engaged, including introducing each other to their best friends.... and the plot revolved around a bunch of near misses with Wolfstar never getting together until.....

It's been a year, almost, since I worked on it, and it only had a handful of followers anyway. I keep promising myself I'll go back and finish it, but alas...

19. Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it’s someone else’s problem now)?

Mostly, I edit them. I do at least a casual read through. I won't post smut without a solid read through, because awkward smut is just uncomfortable. However, sometimes I post with far less editing than I should because I'm just doooooone.

#snitch answers asks #another writer ask game #Twist of Fate

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mhaccunoval · 2 months

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tagged by beloved @sunriseverse to partake in this fic author interview!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

13 at present :thumbs_up: i haven't deleted anything recently (to which there's probably like. 20 of my things if you incorporate abandoned works)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

71,398 apparently... i know that one of my fics is nearly 26k but still. this is more than i expected

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

(1) catch a rare type specimen [166] (2) a mighty nice shine [104] (3) the future is forgiven, so smile [80] (4) i don't know how we're just two men as god has made us [49] (5) how we rise to the height of our halo [34]

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try my best to! but usually i'm only good about it after i've JUST posted a new fic and i'm compulsively checking engagement </3 and i rarely look back at old fic comment threads </333

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i haven't read them in a while but probably sleeping beauty or i'm a wonder... they're both post-PRU and heavy angst for hermann... though i guess i'm a wonder's ending is more Angsty, and sleeping beauty is more Suspenseful

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

wonderful question. i write a lot of happy, or at least neutral with happy leanings, endings. maybe the future is forgiven, so smile, or something??? IDK man

7. Do you write crossovers?

not really... i'm really picky about them. and i'll make jokes with friends about them but i haven't gone through with any of the crossover ideas i really like (though maybe i should finally write something for ed secondhandvhs & i's joke about CIFL x stranger things teeheehee)

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

plenty of it. and i am still laughing about the comment i got on a mighty nice shine... thankfully i've gotten better about not fully taking [the hate] to heart...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

no... i almost wrote smut for the first time with a house fic a couple of months ago but i got nowhere with that fic idea. and a mighty nice shine is the very closest i've gotten to slipping it in but i'm too big of a chicken still (and it's not like i have any ideas stored up for it at present)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of? but that'd be pretty funny if so. mainly because i'm. a Middling creative writer so if you're going to steal MY stuff, then your bar must be low

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

also not that i know of. at least not that i've been told. i would be honored though... like to be able to share my ideas with a wider audience... sniffles and kicks my feet

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not that i remember? i think the closest i got, beloved, was the rob comedy... like i've Workshopped and Bounced Ideas with friends plenty of times but i don't remember a time where we've gone through with writing together

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

low hanging fruit because i don't actually know but i'll gander newmann... like my pacrim hyperfixation (special interest even?) is still a fond period in my life and i still have so many affections for the them

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

ALL OF THEM. like. i'm still sighing i didn't write that hilson smut, as well as sighing i didn't really go through with my Other house ideas (pacrim universe, 'if amber lived' universe, priest chase universe, etc etc). oh and there's two barry ideas i had with ed that i still think would be interesting explorations but haven't picked up in like two years. plus some ted lasso stuff (namely gymnastverse and tattooed roy). and OBVIOUSLY mad i haven't gotten ANYWHERE with any original work WIPs (yes this is a fanfic interview but i stand by the inclusion)

15. What are your writing strengths?

descriptions maybe? IDK i write creatively so infrequently i have no idea. i just know i tend to have fun writing descriptions all flowery and stuff

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

besides the fact that i Never write, i think i have a tendency to be too out of character for my own liking, or at least Worry too much about that prospect. like it's inevitable in some part with writing alternate universes but i'm just too neurotic. and i really need to be married to / tuned into the idea to have a flowing stream of writing, and half the time i just Can't

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i think if you do it and have the translation nearby / easily accessible, it's fine and can add an interesting dimension for like. the character's thinking in that language and/or being in some way immersed in it. but i also say that as someone who has included foreign languages or localized vocabulary then put translations/descriptions as footnotes in the end notes so. i'm biased

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

oh good lord... it was likely on deviantart so. heaven knows. my understanding of warriors or something else i was into through deviantart. and on wattpad it was probably— actually i'm going to have an aneurysm if i continue to think about this

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

there's probably plenty but re-reading this question probably severance or psych. like i haven't watched either recently and i'm more fixated on my own oc-verses at the moment but i would still like to finish my psych drag fic or at least write Something psych. and i should definitely delve into the horrors of severance once season two comes out

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

another low hanging fruit but i always say i'm a wonder. there's just something about that one that still hits. maybe it's in part that i always think of that fic while listening to the song, and. frankly. i should revisit it at some point to see if i could develop it more

[non-obligatory tagging of um um @secondhandvhs, @tiptapricot, & other writer friends]

#mhac.txt #tag game #thank you for the tag beloved!!! i figured i would at least do This game because.#i forgot to do the last one you tagged me in but i wouldn't have had a WIP to share anyway :'#also mentioning the rob comedy makes me want to re-visit That. or at least chew on robert again. my BELOVED #throw him in with my want to have motivation for writing Original Work things

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tentacle-stylograph · 1 year

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WID: W 30 Nov. - T 6 Dec. '22

T 6 Dec 1.31 pm what i’m doing: setting my calendar up for December is this what i want to be doing: yee :') if no, what would i rather be doing: if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: what's my next step:

2.26 pm what i’m doing: ...scrolling old chats with a friend is this what i want to be doing: -sigh- noooooo........ if no, what would i rather be doing: homework. i need to plan out a large drawing. i want to make a digital sketch so it's easy to move parts around and edit them before working on the larger physical version if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: why struggling: i think i got distracted when i went to message myself the paper sketch of the drawing so i could import it to my drawing program. so. just distracted. but my brain is also doing a "oh, you've got this in the BAG. no need to start it yet and fret." which is dumb 'cause it's a big project and it'll take a while and i've still got another class to work on and i'm not even fully enjoying the scrolling thru my friend's messages because i have this project in the back of my head, knowing i need to do it what's my next step: -sigh- i'll set a three minute timer to reblog a very good animation i just rediscovered/check if i've already reblogged it. then i'll--ah. i'll turn on my second laptop and put on a Study with Me in a library and aquatic ambiance

A 3 Dec 12.12 am what i’m doing: removing an image from my desktop; saving it to a personal Pinterest board is this what i want to be doing: sure................. but i really need to get ready for bed. (decided to message a friend a message i've been meaning to send for about a week) if no, what would i rather be doing: same as below. it's just it's tricky right now because i have things all over my bed and it'd be easier for me to organize all that without music being on, but i need the music to keep me going in my momentum. ...okay, deciding right now to *turn on music and keep it on* but probably just clear my bed slower than i would otherwise if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: what's my next step:

12.29 am what i’m doing: got caught clearing off my bed, but i was on my computer for quite a bit in the intervening 18 mins. scrolled on Quora for a bit and i forget what else. a moment of Pinterest while uploading a Quora screenshot, but other than that...? -checks- ...-sigh- don't know. maybe moving things on my bed is this what i want to be doing: keep on plugging along. taking some time, but keep going. if no, what would i rather be doing: if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: what's my next step:

1.24 am what i’m doing: scrolling a blog's 5.0.5. tag for Villainous posts to reblog is this what i want to be doing: -flops on face- -reluctantly:- nooooooooo... if no, what would i rather be doing: SLEEPIIIIIIIING. I'VE BEEN HUNCHED AT MY LAPTOP FOR MAYBE A HALF HOUR BECAUSE I WANTED TO DO SOMETHING QUICK. WHAT WAS IT? I CAN'T TELL YOU if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: just... -sigh- delete a couple things from desktop then turn off laptop and have a little convo with a bud what's my next step:

10.02 pm what i’m doing: looking at some frames of the WoF Carousel MAP is this what i want to be doing: yee :3 just get off comp soon (turning off comp after making this note) (do it) (no don't click any of your bookmarks) (hide the bookmarks bar) (okay done) (no don't go to tumblr. you just need to turn off your laptop. ...okay you can turn on nuclear mode to cover this ten second process if that will help) (yeeeeee i was having the stuck-ness of "i need to do a thing before doing other thing," like when i end up making a gif spam post or send a friend messages with pictures of creatures. and turning on nuclear mode helped with that. now comp OFF) if no, what would i rather be doing: if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: what's my next step:

F 2 Dec 11.34 pm what i’m doing: scrolling tumblr is this what i want to be doing: nooooooooo if no, what would i rather be doing: getting ready for bed. -groans and flops around- if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: don't wannnnnaaaaaaaaaaaa. wanna siiiiiiit. uuuuuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhh what's my next step: uuuuuuuuggggghhhhh. music then change into pj's then music onto headphones >__>

11.53 pm what i’m doing: finally standing up to get on my pj's + checking my messages to see if my trainer replied about tomorrow is this what i want to be doing: yeeeeeee if no, what would i rather be doing: if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: what's my next step:

H 1 Dec 10.38 pm what i’m doing: sitting on toilet scrolling tumblr is this what i want to be doing: uuuuuuuuugh. yes-but-actually-no if no, what would i rather be doing: brushing teeth then sleppin' [sic] if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: what's my next step:

10.56 pm what i’m doing: flossin' mah teeths is this what i want to be doing: yeeee!!! ^v^ if no, what would i rather be doing: if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: what's my next step:

11.15 pm what i’m doing: re-admiring a Villainous AU comic lol is this what i want to be doing: shore! but go to sleep soon. maybe read 'til my next check-in timer if no, what would i rather be doing: if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: what's my next step:

what i’m doing: reading The Invisible Man :3 is this what i want to be doing: yeeeee 😌 if no, what would i rather be doing: if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: what's my next step: time to get to sleep now, though. hum. need to put a pen in--oh, it's already in the car. well, need to put a pen in my backpack. then say prayers and sleep

W 30 Nov 12.01 am what i’m doing: plugging in my phone before going to drink water, change into pj's, put on headphones, then brush teeth is this what i want to be doing: ye :') if no, what would i rather be doing: if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: what's my next step:

12.18 am what i’m doing: brushing my retainer!! :3 is this what i want to be doing: yoyoyoyoyoyo yessir yessir if no, what would i rather be doing: if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: what's my next step:

12.37 am what i’m doing: typing a rough draft message to send to some peeps for help on getting me diagnosed with ADHD is this what i want to be doing: if no, what would i rather be doing: if struggling to do the above, why, and why do i want to do the above in the first place: what's my next step:

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SWIPE - PART ONE

Summary: Swiping on someone means taking a chance on them, and you and Henry take a big chance on each other!

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 6,523

Warning: PG-13 - Cotton Candy Fluff, Angst, Break up, Open Secret, Long Distance Relationship

Inspiration: Something I read.

Author’s Note: Takes please before Sand Castle! I hope you enjoy it! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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Henry felt stupid for downloading the app, who on this planet would believe the real Henry Cavill would have a profile on Tinder.

But, here he was, sitting on his couch in London, starting at his blank profile, they asked about his passions and for photos of him, he added one from his camera roll that he had taken at an after party and never posted on social media and took a selfie, figuring if he added photos that weren't anywhere on the great wide web, it might make his profile look a bit less fake and like someone trying to be a catfish.

He shook his head at the profile, it wanted to know everything, which he figured was understandable. He added music, gaming, dog lover, running, football, board games, military, reading and cooking to his list of passions and interests. Filled Taurus as his Zodiac and a dog for having pets, before giving the job title, a hard stare.

“What do I put?” Henry asked, looking across the couch to Kal. “Movie Star? Actor? Celebrity—no that's not a fucking job title. Ugh, I'll come back to it.” He huffed, skipping and put none for company and Stowe Boarding School in the next blank section, for education.

“Okay, that's a complicated question!” He laughed, shaking his head. “Where am I living?”

“London, Florida, Los Angeles.” He snorted, before bringing up his phone's keyboard and typed in, the world. “I'm definitely not linking my Instagram to this! Granted, it'll probably help with people not thinking I'm a fake! But the amount of traffic I'd probably get would be insane, and that's not what I want with this profile.” He said, ignoring that field.

But he did add his Spotify to his Tinder, before putting in his gender, sexual orientation and allowing his age and distance to be shown.

“All right, buddy.” Henry sighed, clicking save on his profile, and set his phone down beside him, with an anxious heart. “This is so dumb, no one is going to swipe on me.” He mumbled, chewing on his bottom lip and drumming his fingers on his thighs.

“Fuck it.” He snapped, snatching up his phone and started looking at profiles.

Many of the women he saw in the profiles were very pretty and gorgeous, but either something in their profile turned him off or he just didn't feel a click with them, causing Henry to swipe left on them. He sat on his couch, unaware of the two hours that passed while he checked out profile after profile. He noticed a couple Blue Stars on profiles he looked at, knowing they Super Liked his profile, but felt unease and overly cautious about liking them back.

“I just don't know.” Henry sighed, shaking his head and staring at his phone. “I'm just going to delete it.”

“Seriously!” You yelled, tears dripping down your face. “Now? Now, is when you decide to break up with me!”

“I can't do it!” Your boyfriend of six years screamed back, a vein bulging in his neck. “I can't do this anymore! Keep the fucking flat! Keep the fucking dog too, for all I care! I'm over you and all of this.” He hissed, arms wildly pointing around the living room.

You beat your clenched fists against the sides of your thighs and let out a shrill scream of frustration. “Fine! Then, pack your shit and fuck off!” You huffed, trembling and trying to swallow down your growing influx of tears.

“GET OUT!” You bellowed, stabbing a finger towards the door.

He stared at you for a long time, his brown eyes burning with hateful words and actions he wanted so badly to say to you, but instead, he turned on his heels and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door with such force it rattled the door frame and walls. You choked on your tears for a moment, before turning away and sitting down on the couch, pressing your hands to your damp face as fresh tears washed over you. You felt the nudge of something cold against your arm and a low whine, the dog you and your boyfriend had gotten together a year and half ago came and sat beside you, poking his chilly, black nose against your elbow, concerned.

Rubbing your palms over your face, you looked down at the pup, staring into his spooky, ice blue eyes, he was your baby. He was a Northern Inuit, all silver, except for a faded mask on his head, that was a soft charcoal color between and up his ears and eyes, before fading off just short of his muzzle. You loved his big, satellite dish ears, especially when he was a puppy, even now, they were still just a bit too big for him, and his plush, double-coat, that you honestly didn't mind shed like crazy. It was no wonder that these dogs were so commonly used as wolves in tv shows and movies, they looked a lot like them.

But, your pup was the sweetest marshmallow in the whole world.

“I'm sorry.” You whimpered, your jaw quivering. “I'm so sorry.” Your voice cracked, before you threw your arms around his thick neck and sobbed anew into it.

“You need to get back out there.”

“No, I don't.” You sighed, shaking your head at your best friend, as the two of you sat in a restaurant, having lunch. “I'm over dating. I have my dog and he's the only man I need in my life.” You told her, picking at the plate of food in front of you.

“Besides, no one will want me, Kelly.”

“Well, too bad!” Kelly proclaimed, picking up her phone. “I made you a Tinder profile this morning.”

“You what!?” You barked, shocked. “You did not!”

“I did, and you'll like it!” She grinned, pulling the app up on her phone. “Now, I only filled in the basic stuff I know about you.”

“Which should be more than I know, we've only been friends since we were toddlers.” You countered, rolling your eyes at her.

Kelly gave you a look, before looking back at the app. “Anyway, the only thing left, that I didn't fill in, was the 'about me', which I was sure you would want to fill in yourself.”

“I don't want to fill in any of it, Kelly.” You told her, sighing heavily and took a sip of your ice water.

“Again, too bad.” She replied, sarcastically. “What do you want to put on it?” She pressed, determined not to take no for an answer.

You drew in a deep breath, knowing she wasn't going to give in, and rolled your eyes at her, before holding out your hand for her phone. “I'll type it in myself, thank you very much, my Fairy Tinder God Mother.” You told her, snarkily.

“If I find out you deleted it, I'll put it back up and run that bitch myself!” Kelly threatened, handing her phone over to you. “Have those men showing up at your apartment, like a blind date.”

“I would kill you.” You remarked, focusing on her phone as you tried to think of something to put in the about me that summed you up; short and sweet. “All right there, done.” You sighed, finishing up and passing her the phone back.

“I'll text you the login information, so you can download the app, then we can look at the guys on it and see if there's any good ones.” She said, sending it to you.

“Really, [email protected] and I love hand jobs 45.” You frowned, looking over at her, brow lifted. “That's the email and password you set up for me.”

“Yep!” Kelly grinned, incredibly proud of herself, before sliding into a chair beside you. “Now, let's see who Tinder suggests you match up with.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you really didn't want to do this, but you humored Kelly. “Fine.” You grumbled, going to the matches and frowned at the first match. “God, no! He looks like he has more beauty products in the bathroom than I do.” You groaned, shaking your head at the profile picture.

“And what the fuck is that about me?” Kelly replied, grimacing at it. “'No special snowflakes, not into plague ridden vaginas.' You are so swiping left on that guy.” She said, reaching out to do it for you.

“Oh, well.” You perked up a little bit. “He's cute, he has a great smile and seems to have a really good job and loves dogs.” You said, glancing to Kelly for approval.

“No, he looks like a dude that takes a girl to an expensive restaurant, makes her pay the bill, then ghosts her.” She shook her head, her face twisting with disgust. “Left!”

“Hey!” You protested, trying to stop her, slapping at her hand. “I still wanna swipe right on him!”

“Friends to let friends swipe on ghosts!” Kelly argued, managing to finally get the swipe on him. “Holy crap, look at this!” She giggled, pulling your phone out of your hand. “There's a Superman profile.”

“What's a Superman profile?” You frowned at her, leaning against her to see what she was looking at.

“This is the guy that played Superman, Henry Cavill.” She explained, checking out his profile. “He is such a hunk, I would let the man fuck me silly and break me in half.” She giggled, licking her lips and rubbing her thighs together.

“It's probably fake though, how could a man like that need the help of Tinder?” You asked, doubtful, looking at the profile over her shoulder.

“Probably, but let's have some fun with it.” Kelly grinned, swapping up.

“What, no!” You protested, grabbing at your phone. “You won't let me swipe right on a real profile, but you'll Super Like a fake one. What's the deal, Kelly?” You groaned, shaking your head at her.

“Oh, just have some fun with him, if this poser is going to try and act like a celeb, then why not play along for a bit.” She chuckled, clearly amused by the thought of fooling this guy.

“I don't like it, Kelly. It's not right.” You sighed, looking at the other profiles.

“You're no fun.” Kelly pouted, batting her lashes at you.

Henry didn't even notice the noise of the airport that he was sitting in, his focus on his screen. He had told himself a hundred times that he would delete his Tinder profile, but here he was, a month later, still on and using it. He had swiped right a few women and spoken to a couple of them, even less believed it was truly him they were speaking too. So, in the end, they stopped speaking. One of the women did end up believing in him, but the connection and conversation started to become strange and a bit on the stalker side, so Henry had to block her.

But, while he was sitting there, waiting for his flight, he got the notification that someone had passed him a Super Like. He sighed, readying himself for another possible disastrous encounter, and opened the notification, but paused seeing the four photos belonging to the profile.

“She's beautiful.” Henry mumbled out loud, licking his lips and shifting in his seat, tapping to see more of profile. “Oh!” His mouth dropped open, seeing the about me, gulping. “That's quite something.” He said, biting his lip, and scrolled back up to the photos. “But, there's something about her. There's just something about her.” He mumbled, his thumb hovering to swipe.

“Oh, what the hell.” He grinned, his thumb shifted and swiping up, just as his flight was announced to board.

While standing in line, Henry opened the private messages and thumbs poised above his keyboard, tapping his foot as he tried to come up with something to say to his Match, he didn't want to come off too strong or awkward, he especially didn't want to come off fake.

“It's so much easier meeting people in person.” Henry mumbled, pocketing his phone, feeling intimidated.

Getting on the plane and finding his seat, Henry settled in with Kal, the thoughts of the private message still tugging on his mind. Groaning, he pulled his phone back out and quickly typed in a message before the flight crew started their safety demonstration and all the passengers' cell phones had to be turned off for take off.

Henry: Hi, I'm Henry.

It was simple, polite and to the point, at least Henry felt like it was, as he shut his phone off and put it back into his pocket, resting his hand on Kal's neck, to settle his nerves.

You were sitting at your work desk, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to get your brain flowing on the work on your computer screen, when your phone buzzed loudly on the stack of files next to your elbow.

“Please, Jesus, don't let it be Craig, asking me about the damn report again, or I swear to all that's holy, I will go down to his cubicle and beat him with it.” You growled under your breath, picking up your phone, squeezing your eyes shut as you activated the screen, before looking at the notification. “Oh Jesus.” You gulped, an icy lump of anxiety forming in your chest as you noticed the notification was from Tinder.

Someone had Matched and messaged you.

“Don't be a creep, don't be a creep.” You chanted, opening the notification and felt another blow to your psyche. “You have to be kidding me. I'm going to kill Kelly for doing this to me.” You sighed, reading the message.

Match: Hi, I'm Henry.

“Why, God! Why?” You whined, dropping your phone to your desk and slapping your palms to your face. “Why do I attract the nuts?”

“Because nuts like being in shells.”

You yelped in startled surprise, jumping in your seat and twirling around to face the voice. “Craig, I swear to God, if you sneak up on me again, I'll run over your foot.” You threatened, pressing a hand to your chest.

“Yeah, it's probably not a good thing, with a woman in your condition.” He retorted, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Fuck off.” You hissed, rolling your eyes at him and turning back towards your desk.

“I will, when you give me that report I asked you to finish for me.” Craig answered, glaring at you, hotly.

Rolling your eyes shut and swallowing down the insult you really wanted to spit at him, you turned sideways to the stack of files you had and rifled through them, until you came upon the manila file folder he wanted. “The Lincoln and Monroe case.” You said, handing it back over your shoulder to him, not wanting to see his face, even for the second it took to give him the folder.

“Thank you.” He smiled, smugly, then returned to his cubicle.

“I hope you choke on it.” You mumbled under your breath, then sighed, rubbed your face and turned your phone back over, looking at Henry's message. “When on Tinder, act like Kelly.” You sighed, picking it up.

You: Hey, how's it going?

You stared at your reply for a moment, should you have given him your name back? He gave you his, if he actually was Henry Cavill. But, he could also see your name on your profile, so maybe it didn't matter. If it did, he could simply ask you. Closing the app, you messaged Kelly, sure she would get a real kick out of the Henry Cavill profile swiping up and messaging you.

Kelly: How long are you going to string him along?

You: I don't know, depends on how much of an ass he makes of himself.

Kelly: That should take too long with fakers like these!

You laughed at her comment, knowing she was right, people that cat-fished couldn't help themselves, showing off and causing trouble for the person they try and peg as a victim, but you weren't going to fall for it with this guy, you knew his game.

It wasn't until you were on the way home that you got a reply to your message from Henry, but you decided to wait until you were home to read and reply to it. Setting your bag and keys on the counter and loving on your dog, you made yourself a cup of tea and got comfortable on the couch.

“All right, bud, let's see what this guy's got up his sleeve.” You said, opening Tinder.

Henry: It's going well. I hope you're doing all right. How was your day?

You snorted. “Look at this, Ghost.” You grinned, showing your screen to your dog, as he sat beside you. “Mmhm.” You chuckled, taking a sip of your tea and set it on your side table, beside you.

You: Good to hear. My day went the same it always does, full of legal reports and mountains of file folders. How about yours, Henry?

You tucked your phone between the couch cushions and grabbed the tv remote, flicking the tv on and looking for something to watch, while also waiting to see if you got a reply. Which came a few minutes later.

Henry: Legal reports, you a lawyer or something? As for my day, it's going pretty well. I am a bit tired though, because I had to travel from London to LA for some work.

You: No, I'm a legal researcher for one of the biggest law offices in my area. But, your day does sound a lot better than mine. I would rather be on an airplane, then stuck in a freaking cubicle all day long.

“If he thinks I believe this, he can get wrecked.” You said, looking over at Ghost, who just lifted an uninterested brow at you.

Henry: I wouldn't wish that on anyone, honestly. I saw in your pictures, you have a dog, what is it?

“Oh, he wants to know about you, bud.” You grinned, chuckling.

You: He's a Northern Inuit, almost two years old, called Ghost.

Henry: Ghost? Seems very appropriate by the looks of him.

You: Indeed. I know about your pup, Kal. Haven't seen him on your Tinder though.

You bit your lip, wondering if he would take the bait you set out for him.

There wasn't a message from him for a several long minutes, making you wonder if you had scared him off, but you noticed a new photo uploaded to his profile. Tapping on the photo, you saw it was the Bear, half standing with his front paws on the bottom of a bed, his mouth open and long pink tongue rolled out, like he was smiling at the camera and a clear pair of human legs also showing at the bottom of the photo, like Henry was sitting up against the headboard, when he took the picture.

“Well, I'll be damned.” You choked on your sip of tea, setting your cup down and patting yourself on the chest. “Let's see how easy it is to find this photo, shall we?” You said, doing a reverse search on it, but came up empty. “What do you know, looks like it might be real.” You mumbled, rather surprised and caught off guard.

You: That's absolutely adorable. I would totally steal him from you!

You: I'm kidding. Not really though. Ghost is dying for a brother. Lmao!

Henry: Maybe, when I'm back in the area, Kal and Ghost could have a doggy date?

You bit your lip, staring at his message for a long moment, gulping.

You: Maybe, we can see.

“So, this is the photo he posted, after I mentioned he didn't have a photo of Kal on his Tinder profile last night.” You were telling Kelly during your lunch, the next day. “I did a reverse search on it, and it didn't come up anywhere on the internet and it's not even on his official Instagram.” You told her, finally taking a bite of your lunch that had arrived several minutes before.

“He even suggested a doggy date for Ghost and Kal, when he gets back from LA.” You added, despite your mouth still being full.

“Seriously?” Kelly smiled, setting your phone down, so she could dig into her own food.

“Yeah, part of me thinks it's kinda cute.” You smirked, sipping your water.

“Woman, this dude is a damn catfish, you can't fall for him!” She protested, kicking you in the shin under the table.

“Ouch!” You jerked, rubbing at your leg. “If he's a catfish, how did he get an unreleased photo?” You asked, scowling at her.

“I don't know, but I still don't think it's the real Superman.” She replied, narrowing her eyes at you. “If you fall for this shitter, I'm going to hide your slip on shoes.”

“Ugh! That's horrid!” You retorted, outraged.

“You falling for this guy is horrid!” She said, just as your phone rang. “Is that him!?” She asked, trying to grab your phone before you did.

“Back off, demon!” You barked, smacking her hand with your fork and swiping up your phone. “And yes, it is him.”

Henry: How's the office going?

You: I'm at lunch with my demon at the moment.

Henry: ...Your Demon?

You: My friend Kelly, she's demonic as all get out.

“What is he saying?” Kelly asked, leaning over the table to see your screen.

“Woman, sit down!” You laughed, grinning at her. “What do you care, he's a fake shitter, remember?”

Your phone buzzed and you looked down at your messages, before you busted out laughing. “Okay, Real Superman or not, he's got a great sense of humor.” You giggled, seeing his message about an Amazon sale for Same-Day delivery of Holy Water.

You: That is pure gold!

Henry: You have to do what you have to do. Lol!

“What did he send you?” Kelly asked, seeing you grinning at your phone.

“He sent me an ad for holy water, so I can deal with your demonic butt!” You said, before dipping your fingers into your water glass and flicking droplets into her face. “I just might have to order a case too.” You chuckled, licking your lips.

Henry laughed as he kicked out of his running shoes, returning from his afternoon run and seeing your message. The pair of you had been speaking pretty regularly for the last two weeks and it was going so well, you hadn't gone all creeper, fan girl on him and talking to you was one of the easiest things Henry had ever done in his life. He looked forward to your messages throughout the day, you were usually the first person he spoke to in the morning or the first message he read, as well as the last person or message he sent at night.

He found you to be funny, lighthearted and incredibly intelligent, you clearly loved your dog, which meant a lot to Henry, since he loved Kal just as much, and you didn't seem to mind that he was a big time actor and celebrity, but he did still get the feeling you weren't entirely convinced he was who he said he was; though he couldn't blame you either. Henry respected your caution and even appreciated it, to a point, that you weren't willing to blindly believe he was who he said he was and follow along, it told him a lot.

But, he also wanted to reassure you that he was being truthful with you. He just wasn't entirely sure how to do it, in a way that would cause you to be comfortable. He could be returning home in another two weeks and there was that possible meet up for a doggy play date, you both could take Ghost and Kal to a local dog park, but that worried Henry because he was a celebrity and the possibility of paparazzi being in the area and catching sight of him, then taking photos of the two of you, wasn't something Henry wanted to put you through. Though he did know of a private, indoor dog park he could take the two of you too, he had taken Kal there several times.

There was also the possibility of Face Timing each other or just talking on the phone in general, allowing you to hear his voice. However, asking you to Face Time or talk on the phone made Henry nervous and shy, him asking you on a doggy date had been impulsive.

“What do you think, Kal?” Henry asked, pulling a bottle of Rosemary water out of the mini fridge. “Should I ask her to video call or speak with me on the telephone?” He said, cracking open the white and green bottle, and chugged down the still, Rosemary-infused water. “I want her to trust me, to really trust me, before and if we actually meet in real life.” He sighed, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

His phone vibrated on the small table in his hotel room and Henry bit his lip. “Maybe, just speaking on the phone first, would be easier. Then, if that goes well, we can Face Time and when I get back home, we can meet up for that play date with you and Ghost.” He said, staring at his phone, trying to gather the strength and courage to pick it up and ask if you would swap phone numbers with him.

You: The only place I can run to is my bathroom.

Henry chuckled at your message, before staring at it for a moment longer and answering; I was thinking, but this is totally up to you, if you wanted to talk on the phone? He bit his lip and paced the room, phone clutched in his hand.

It took nearly an hour and a half for your reply to finally come, giving Henry the time to shower and have something to eat. His heart was in his throat as he checked your answer, worried you were going to tell him no or that you didn't want to talk to him anymore.

You: Sure.

“Oh, thank god.” Henry laughed, falling back against the couch cushions, a huge smile on his face. “She said yes, Kal!” He called out to the Akita.

Henry: When's good for you?

You: I get off tomorrow, at four. So, any time after that. If it's good for you.

Henry: How about five-thirty? Give you time to relax and eat dinner.

You: Sounds good.

You and Henry exchanged phone numbers, you even installed WhatsApp to make it easier to interact with him and the two of you started texting there, it gave you and Henry a freedom to chat that the DMs on Tinder didn't, like being able to call each other or send photos and videos, if you liked. The first thing Henry sent you through text message on WhatsApp was a video of Kal getting the zooms around the sitting area of his hotel room, making you chuckle at him.

You: Ghost can do tricks too!

“Ghost, you wanna sing for Kal and Henry?” You asked, getting up and turning on your Bluetooth speaker, then found Ghost's favorite song on your Spotify. “You ready?” You grinned, turning your video feed on the Inuit and hit play on the song.

“Let it rip!”

Henry received the video and felt giddy, pressing play on it, he was met with the song, Great Unknown by the X Ambassadors, and Ghost sitting in front of your phone, his big silver body wiggling as the lyrics streamed out of the speakers and every time there was a pause, Ghost would bark and if they were drawn out, he would howl along; even jumping up on his back legs, like he was doing a little dance. Henry laughed at the video, finding it incredibly cute and felt his heart flutter, when he caught the sound of you laughing a little bit at one point.

“I can't wait to talk to her tomorrow.” He mumbled, playing the video again, as he laid back on the bed. “I bet she has a sweet voice.” He grinned, biting his lip, a dreamy look in his blue eyes.

You chucked your shoes across the room as you entered your flat, your heart thundering in your chest as you dropped your bag on the side table and rushed for the bathroom. Henry was supposed to be calling you at five-thirty. Which was in forty-five minutes! You would have been home sooner, if Craig hadn't been an ass and held you later, so you had to scramble, showering and changing into something more comfortable than your work clothes and tossed something simple together for dinner. You had been intermittently talking to Henry throughout the day, but not as much as most days, since your workload was heavier than usual and Henry was up to something of his own.

You had just managed to finish eating and to load your dinner bowl and fork into the dishwasher, when your phone started to ring, a sudden rush of anxious nausea hitting you. But, you quickly nabbed your phone off the coffee table, took a deep breath as you stared at Henry's caller ID on the screen, then hit answer.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You squeaked, feeling the last of your doubt get pushed out as Henry's soft and deep voice came over the connection. “Did you have a good day?” You asked, grasping to get a hold on yourself.

“I did, for the most part.” Henry replied, smirking, excited that he finally got to hear your voice. “I hope that you did?” He cooed, shifting to get comfortable on the bed.

“It went all right, I suppose.” You sighed, taking a seat on the couch and crossing your legs.

“You sound tired.” He pointed out, his brow pinching with concern. “You all right?” He asked, worried.

“Yeah, I'll be fine, promise.” You chuckled back, shaking your head. “The downfalls of an asshole boss deciding he wants to dump an extra case on me.” You groaned, racking a hand over your face.

“Should he be doing that?” Henry frowned, taking an instant disliking to your boss. “Given, you know?” He mumbled, biting his lip.

You took a deep breath and bit your lip. “It'll be fine. It's nothing I can't deal with. I'm almost done with one of the cases I'm researching for the firm, so it'll blow over.” You tried to reassure him, a lump in your throat, knowing Henry's concern was well placed, but you also wondered why he was even interested in you because of it.

“Anyway, all that's just boring and depressing, what've you been doing all day?” You asked, putting a light and cheery tone in your voice.

Henry laughed, smiling shyly. “I don't know how exciting what I've been doing all day really is.” He admitted, picking at the blanket next to him. “I just met up with my agent about a couple of possible role opportunities and discussed the future of a few roles I'm already tied to.” He explained, resting his head back against the headboard.

“Anything you're excited about?” You asked, hugging a pillow to your chest.

“Maybe.” He sighed, tilting his head as he thought about it. “There's a possible war movie out in Jordan, I've been specifically asked to play a part in. I'd play a Captain in the Special Forces during the 2003 Iraq war.”

“That sounds like it would be a lot of fun.” You replied, propping your feet up on the coffee table and flexing your swollen toes. “If not a tad demanding, it's hot out in the desert.” You chuckled, smirking.

Henry chuckled back at you. “Yeah, it definitely is that.” He agreed, raking a hand through his hair. “And relations aren’t great over there, from what I've heard either. So, it is a tad dangerous, but I do like how the character reads on the script.”

“Well, if they can keep you safe and you like the character, is there anything stopping you from taking it?” You asked, lifting an arm as Ghost came to lay his head on your lap.

“Nope.” He replied, shaking his head. “It doesn't start filming for about a month, and it'll take two or three to film. So, it shouldn't take too much to do.” He said, slowly licking his lips.

“Then, I say go for it.” You said, stroking between Ghost's ears.

“I think I will.” Henry grinned, relaxing against the headboard. “I come home soon.” He said softly, just in case you didn't hear him.

“Do you?” You replied, drawing lazy patterns in Ghost's fur.

“I do.” He answered a little bit louder, before pausing.

You looked down at Ghost and felt your stomach flutter, then felt a shy confidence wash over you. “I think Ghost wants to take Kal up on that Doggy Date.” You said, pressing your lips together and shaking your head, feeling so silly.

You just managed to ask Superman, himself, out.

Henry chuckled, bashfully, grinning like a schoolboy asked out to the dance. “Kal would love that.” He told you, his eyes flickering to the sleeping Bear at the foot of the bed. “We'll be back in a week. We can discuss a good time to meet up, whenever.” He suggested, excited about going out with you.

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed, letting out a soft breath.

Henry was starting to grow worried, and if he was honest, a bit paranoid. He had returned back to home three days ago, and up until then, you and him texted as usual, you had even spoken on the phone again several times. But the night before he returned, he told you good night, like always, but unlike always, you never replied back, you didn't even read his message.

He paced the mews, a million scenarios bubbling over in his mind.

“What if something's happened to her?” He said, ranting at Kal. “She typically walks to The Tube after she gets off work, what if she'd gotten mugged and she's in the hospital. Perhaps her phone's dead, but why the hell would her phone be dead for three days straight. That's ridiculous.”

A sick feeling washed over Henry and his shoulders slowly relaxed.

“Or she's ghosted me.” He sighed, face falling and stopping in place. “I suppose I can't blame her. Being a celebrity is a pain in the ass on a good day, but being associated with one is just as big a pain in the ass, or she sufficiently got me to relax with her enough and she'll be posting everything we talked about online.” He shook his head and slapped his hands against his thighs and began pacing again.

“No, she wouldn't do that! She's not like that, I just—I just feelit. There's something wrong, there must be something wrong. But...”

It suddenly punched Henry square in the brain what was wrong and he felt like a complete moron for not realizing it first, the two of you had never openly spoken about it, it was the quiet acknowledgment, the bombshell in your 'about me' that had almost cause Henry not to swipe up on you.

“I'm such a fucking idiot! Of course, she would be terrified about meeting me like this, talking and texting on the fucking phone is one thing, but meeting in person makes it real and concrete.” He rambled, scrambling to find his phone and dialed your number, half hoping you would answer it, but knew you probably wouldn't.

However, he prayed you would listen to his voicemail.

“Hey, I know I've been messaging you, and you're clearly not reading them, and I know you watched this call ring, and ignored it. But—God, I hope you listen to this.” He paused, licking his lips and carded a shaky hand through his curls, he was about to make a potentially life changing move. “I know why you're ghosting me, and I want you to know that I don't care. If I had cared, I would have never swiped up on you. But I did, because I saw something in you, I feel something with you. I don't know what the hell it is and I want to know what it is. If you would only give me a chance to.” He cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

“But I'm serious, when I tell you, that I don't care that you're pregnant.” He declared, his voice softening. “Another man's baby or not. I just want a chance to prove myself, and that, to you.” He said, his back straightening as he did.

“Please.”

#Henry Cavill #Swipe *Fic*#Viking-Raider Fics #Swipe #Henry Cavill Fics #Cotton Candy Fluff #Fluff #Angsty #Tinder Fic #long distance relationship #Henry Cavill Fandom #Henry Cavill Fanfic #Henry Cavill Fic #Henry Cavill/You #Henry Cavill/Reader #Henry Cavill & You #Henry Cavill & Reader

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drama--universe · 3 years

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Requested by anonymous: Can I request Jiang Cheng x reader, where reader is the last survivor of their sect, who were known for communicating with animals and being very gentle. Reader is on the run from Wen pursuers and gets gravely injured, but then Jiang Cheng saves them. They stay together as Jiang Cheng can relate with their loss of their sect and after the sun shot campaign, they fell in love and marry?

A/N I'm giving Jiang Cheng a dog, fight me. Also, sorry that this is kinda late, my Tumblr crashed and deleted the draft. Also, marriage didn't make it in this image, but I might write a second part to include the marriage later (after I finished the next requests)

Word Count: 1910 words

Your eyes darted around the forest, frown on your face as you heard some rustling behind you. You limped to the nearest tree and leaned against it, trying to hide your body slightly. Only it wasn't a Wen assassin like you had predicted, instead it was a dog. You sighed in relief and slid down the tree bark, glaring at the dog.

"You scared me, sweetie." You called as the dog made its way towards you, sniffing you before licking at one of your wounds. You hissed, pushing the dogs head away.

"That hurts." You spoke before grabbing the name tag on the collar.

'Angel'

"Pretty name for a pretty boy, huh." You commented (after quickly checking) before petting his head. The dog was pretty big, it fur black except for the inside of his ears and a stripe on his chest, which were white. You assumed it was a malamute, judging from the size. It gave a bark and you frowned.

"What is it, boy? I'm aware that I'm hurt, don't worry. I'll live." You said as you looked down at your wounds, the blood still oozing from the wounds. You whined before pressing your hand against it, hissing as it came in contact with the wound. Angel looked down, sniffing at the wound before barking again. You chuckled before frowning as the dog ran off.

"Alone again..." You mumbled, closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the tree. You could hear barking in the background and opened your eyes when you heard leaves rusting once again. You saw Angel dashing towards you, followed by a man clad in purple. Your eyes widen as you get up as quickly as you could, hissing in pain as you did. The man finally noticed you and you froze. There was no way that you could run now, not in you condition. You tried to remember who used purple as their colors. Right, Yunmeng! You knew for a fact that they were just as much against the Wen clan as yours was. That's when you relaxed, knowing you probably didn't have to run. If it did have to happen, then you would probably die.

50/50 chance, worth a try.

The man had already made its way towards you, but his face showed no emotions. Angel on the other hand, had already taken action as she dragged the man towards you by his sleeve. Once close enough, Angel let go and sat next to you, barking once again. The man looked at Angel before looking at you.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice very smooth.

"(Y/n) (L/n) from the (L/n) clan." You explained and he nodded.

"That explains why you are getting along with Angel." He said as Angel walked back to his side, jumping up against him. He looked down, a small smile on his face as he petted the dog. Suddenly, he didn't look as scary as before and rather like someone your age without too much responsibilities. You knew for a fact that he would had a lot of worries now after the massacre of Lotus Pier. It was major news when it spread around, even more when it was found out that only the three siblings, so he was either Wei Wuxian or Jiang Cheng. Then again, of what you had heard about the two brothers he would most likely be Jiang Cheng.

"You're Jiang Cheng, right?" You asked and he looked at you again, his smile gone as he nodded. Your attention on your wounds had disappeared completely as you talked to him and that was a big mistake.

Because you fainted.

When you woke up again, you woke up in an unfamiliar place. The wooden structure was beautiful and the purple sheets and curtains were beautiful. You sat up, looking around the room. It was empty except for the table by the window. You looked down at your body, looking down your collar of your hanfu. Your stomach was wrapped with bandages and when you checked your legs, there were bandages as well. You folded the blanket at the foot of the bed before getting up. You slowly made your way to the window, looking out of it. It was what you assumed was the remains of Lotus Pier. You could see two other buildings and bridges in between them, but everything else was burned, the wood burned black. You were in a room that stood above the water, lotuses surrounding it and you leaned on the window sill, closing your eyes to just relax and take in the fresh air. Then you were suddenly pushed in the back and your eyes opened as you looked back.

"Angel. How are you?~" You crouched down, cupping his head in your hands. Your attention was purely on the dog, unaware of the man that stood in the doorway. Until he cleared his throat, making you look up.

"Oh, hey!" You quickly got up, awkwardly pulling your dress closer to yourself as you watched him walk in.

"I see you're better." "Yes... Thanks for helping me." You spoke and he nodded as Angel crossed back towards him.

"May I ask what happened to you?" "The Wen clan attacked us unexpectedly. I ran off, I'm not sure what happened with everyone else... But I saw the place burn, so most likely...." You trailed off and he seemed to get what you were getting at. As if Angel could sense it, he immediately came to comfort you. You smiled, scratching him softly.

"You can stay here if you want." He spoke, getting back up as he looked at you.

"Feel free to join me for lunch." He then spoke and you smiled, getting up and following him outside with Angel by your side.

That's how your friendship started, although it often seemed one-sided. Jiang Cheng wasn't a very affectionate person and often seemed uncaring, but he showed through small actions. Like how you once mentioned that you liked the smell of lotuses and water lilies that they had by the main hall and 1 week later your room was surrounded by them. Or how you mentioned a certain candy your parents always bought you and the next day there was a package of them on your bed.

But then the Sunshot Campaign happened. Well, it had already happened before, but now you were in the middle of the battle that was supposed to end it. Your sword was in front of you, pointed at a Wen clan member and your back against Jiang Cheng. Now you didn't like killing, something your clan was famously know for, so this position was extremely difficult for you to be in. But it was now them or you and your friends, so you didn't really have a choice at this point.

Your sword hit against the Wen member's before you slashed against their stomach, making them go down and for another to take that place. It seemed endless to you, like you had been fighting for days. Your body ached and your wounds were itching immensely and you were extremely tired. Your eyes were closing themselves by now if it wouldn't be for Jiang Cheng yelling something every now.

You were then suddenly pulled back and turned, facing Jiang Cheng. Your eyes widen before you turned around, blocking someone's attack and pushing them away. This battle continued for at least an hour more before it ended.

When it did, you just wanted to fall down to the floor of exhaustion but you didn't. Instead, you turned to look at Jiang Cheng. He looked tired as well and you walked towards him, tapping his shoulder.

"Jiang Cheng, are you okay?" You asked and he turned to you before collapsing into your arms, revealing the large cut on his back. Your eyes widened as you tried to wake him up, but to no avail. Some guards came to help you and you watched as they carried him away to what you assumed to be for medical help.

You were guided back to the Lanling Jin's abode, but you decided to go search for Jiang Cheng's chamber. You rushed in, noticing that he was already wrapped in bandages as he laid on the bed. You went towards him, sitting on a chair next to the bed and grabbing the wet towel on his head. You replaced it with another one after brushing some of his hair out of his face. And that's what you did for at least an hour more before you quickly went to the kitchen to get some food. When you returned, he was sitting upright and looking.

"You're awake, great!" You exclaimed as you entered once again, putting the food on the table.

"How are you feeling?" You asked and he looked at you, staring before nodding.

"Better, thank you." "Good. You had a small fever, that's what the wet towel was for." You explained before holding your hand against his forehead. He flinched back slightly and you paused, looking for any kind of okay from the man. When he gave you a look, you took it as an okay and gently pressed your hand against his head.

"Well, your fever is gone so that's good." You commented and he nodded, looking at the bandages on his hand and chest.

"Did you-" "No, no, no! You're brother did." You quickly explained, trying to hide your embarrassment. He also seemed embarrassed, his cheeks and ears turning slightly red. You could feel yourself smile slightly as you turned to get the food, picking it up and walking back.

"Eat, get your energy back. You're going to need it in the near future." You explained as you put it down, looking at him with a smile. He took the food, although it seemed much against the idea of eating.

"Wait, why would I need energy soon?" "Well, the Lanling Jin clan insisted on holding this big and fancy party and they want you there." As the word party left your mouth, he groaned loudly.

"Not a party person?" "Not a people person." He replied and you laughed, not being able to stop yourself. He gave you a glare, but you continued to chuckle at him.

"Sorry, I just didn't expect that... Especially not with Wuxian and Yanli as your siblings." You said after you finished chuckling and he gave you yet another glare. You gave a smile in return before getting up.

"I guess I'll leave now." You said, bowing your head but he shook his head. "Stay, I need some company at least." He spoke and you felt yourself smile brighter as you turned back towards him, sitting back down in the chair next to the bed.

20 minutes later, Wei Wuxian burst in as he loudly exclaimed his brothers name before spotting you as you were putting the empty tray back on the table.

"Oh, sister-in-law! How are you?" "Great, thank you." You smiled before you realized what he had called you, but before you could say anything Jiang Cheng threw a pillow at Wuxian.

"Get out! It was quiet here." He groaned before falling back into his pillow. Wuxian whined, but did leave after throwing the pillow back to Jiang Cheng.

"Why did he call me sister-in-law?" You asked and Jiang Cheng looked at you before looking away, his ears once again turning red. You smirked, walking closer to him and basically going for your gut feeling. You then kissed his cheek.

"I'm going to eat dinner now." You said before walking out of the room, leaving a broken Jiang Cheng behind.

"I'm going to marry her..."

#Jiang Cheng #Jiang Cheng x reader #untamed #the untamed #untamed x reader #the untamed x reader #x reader #reader insert #mdzs #mdzs Jiang Cheng #mdzs x reader #mdzs Jiang Cheng x reader

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 2 years

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Aight first of I've just finished reading the drabble you just posted and omg are you an amazing writer i loved it 👏

Could you write a post-fire talk between sun and moon as well? Or your headcanons if you feel like it

I'm really glad you like my writing, gosh it means so much to me :w: I write usually for fnac and such, but it's nice to polish off those skills!! And, this ask really gives me an idea :DD May be long so I'll put the little read more tag or whatever here :3

"...Do you remember what happened.. before the fire?"

It wasn't the question he expected to hear, after everything that just happened. It feels almost ridiculous, and if it weren't for Sun being the one asking him he would of probably laughed in their face. But there's no hint of humor on his face as he stares into the curling flames, holding his knees to his chest.

It unnerves Moon, seeing his bubbly brother so distant. The answer feels obvious, of course he knows what happened before the fire... but the look on his brothers face makes him feel as if he might be wrong. He looks away quickly, staring down at his hands. He doesn't know how to answer, so he doesn't answer at all.

Sun exhales a sigh, turning fully to face his brother. It's not going to be an easy conversation, but it's better to confront it now then push it back to later. No matter how much Sun would like to do that... He slowly, steadily repeats the question, "Moon. What is the last thing you remember, before the fire?"

Said jester shrinks into himself, like a naughty child scared of being scolded. He digs into his memories, trying to pull the foggy thoughts into an explanation, "... Well, I remember that.. You were shutting off for the night. I had tucked you in, and read a book to you. 'Goodnight Moon', right? And then I went out for my patrol..."

Sun nods, fidgeting with the bells tied to his wrist. The day Moon is describing, it happened weeks ago. A feeling of dread starts to pool in his stomach.. is that really the most recent memory he can pull out?...

Moon continues on, gesticulating with his hands while he speaks, "I was at.. oh, I think it was the lobby? There was a women wearing a white rabbit costume," Sun flinched at the words 'white rabbit', "So I went up to her, and told her that the business was closed. I thought that she was just.. I'm not sure, enthusiastic about the franchise, and got stuck after hours by accident."

His memories start to become.. fuzzy, after that. He squints, looking down at his hands, "... There was an error message, I think. It's fuzzy, but the rabbit was gone by the time my vision recovered. I thought I was malfunctioning, so I stopped my route early and went back to the daycare...", he forces himself to make eye contact with his brother, "... the next thing I remember is you, screaming, and the fire on the play structure..."

Sun taps his fingers on his leg, contemplating his options silently. Moon was infected, that much was now clear. Which isn't much of a surprise; The entire restaurant was infected, minus Freddy and himself. But then... what changed? Self preservation would be put at top priority, trying to escape was a natural reaction for all of them; It was in their code.

It wasn't just self preservation, though. Somehow the virus was deleted entirely, without the need for him to go into safe mode beforehand. And that doesn't make any sense.

Moon watches the other silently, squirming nervously in place, emitting a low buzz. He hates not being able to tell how Sun is feeling, he hates seeing Sun look so serious. He feels as if he gave the wrong answer, but he doesn't know what the right one would be. Should he apologize? Why does he feel like he should, he didn't do anything wrong... did he?

Sun cuts off the spiraling in his brothers mind when he finally speaks up, trying to hold himself together despite the conflicting emotions, "Moon, I.. that happened a month ago." Moons eyes widen at that and he pulls back as if he'd been burnt, ".. You got infected, with a virus. Everyone was infected, except me and Freddy... You were, you did... a lot of bad things.. naptime was called off, because I didn't know how you'd react when dealing with the children." the moontime jester visibly deflates, and Sun's heart aches at the sight. He doesn't want to make him feel bad, especially since he doesn't even remember what he did. He hurriedly adds on, "But, you didn't kill anyone! You were just really strict, and a bit violent... but again, you didn't kill anyone!"

"That is a very low bar to clear." he replies dryly, wrapping his arms around himself. He wants to believe it is some sick joke, but Sun would never joke about something like this. He'd been infected with a virus... for a month? What had he done during that time?? How many children did he hurt? Did he hurt SUN?!

Sun quickly tries to calm his brother down, noticing the growing look of panic on his face. Gosh, he's only making things worse! Get to the point, just get to the point! "That's not the only thing I want to ask you about, though." At this, Moon looks back up at his brother, chest producing a low rumbling sound in response to his shaking. Sun takes his hand, gently prying off his iron grip. If he gripped his arm any harder, he would puncture it, "Do you know what made you snap out of the virus. I mean, you were like that for so long, and then suddenly you just.. you stopped. How did you do that?” It comes out almost pleadingly, desperate for something about this situation to make sense. Anything.

Moon cocked his head to the side, a frown on his face. What did make him stop? He digs back into his memories, trying to pin down the commands that had appeared in his vision when the fire first started. They were purple at first, loading some nonsense code with an over abundance of the word “punishment” and “disobedience”. He never got orders like those before. They were suffocating, almost impossible to ignore overriding even the fire alert, and they only stopped when..

when he heard his brother scream...

“I... Okay, I know this sounds... cheesy, and I don’t know if this is the truth or not. I don’t know how it would be, but it’s the only explanation I can think of. Nothing else makes sense. But this doesn’t make much sense either, it’s a stupid explanation, but--”

“What is it?”

“... I think... it was you... The code, the purple strange one, only slowed after I heard you. I could see where the location pointer was, and it said you had a lot of errors.. I ran into the play area, and I saw you on the balcony, and the fire.. and the code stopped entirely. That’s when I jumped up there to get you.”

Sun stares at his brother, face rotating quickly. He overrode the code... for him? But that would mean that..

“... My safety.. was high enough priority, that it canceled out the virus.. that made a group of children’s robots attempt to murder someone.”

...Well when he says it like that it sounds stupid. Moon heats up, shrugging sheepishly. “Eh, like I said, it.. it may not be true. I know it sounds silly, but I can’t think of anything-”

Sun pulls his brother into a hug, cutting him off mid sentence. Moons hands hover over his brothers back, scared that he may hurt him, before he carefully returned the hug.

It feels nice to hug his brother again, after so long... Sun grins up at his brother, flicking the bell on the tip of his hat, “Wow, okay DAD”

Moon grins, laughing softly, and Sun relishes in it. It’s been so long since he heard his brother.. his real brother, laugh.

#this is so wholesome wtf #fnaf fanfic #fnaf security breach #fnaf security breach ending #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf vanny #moondrop #sundrop #sunrise #daycare attendant #gosh i love it #efuebfuebfh my babies #hold softly

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nonbaznary · 2 years

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ao3 tag game ✨

thank you so much @wellbelesbian for tagging me in this! i really liked reading your answers, lol. sorry it took so long to post this, but here it is!!

how many works do you have on ao3?

currently i have 28! i deleted a few last year, unfortunately, but i’ll work this year to get that work count higher 🤲

what’s your total ao3 word count?

31522! weird number but i’ll take it

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

on ao3, five. or, i guess, technically four, because two of them are Carry On Series and Simon Snow & Related Fandoms. the other three are BIG BARF EW EW EW Voltron: Legendary Defender, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. ew. ew. i have this thing- sticking to fandoms for authors and sometimes even works i now hate. anyways, i want to start writing for other fandoms too. i used to do stuff for riordanverse (mainly percy jackson, and i still have some WIPs), miraculous ladybug (not the greatest, but im watching it with my lil sis and its fun to try to fix that shit) and uhh i think it was the dragon prince? and she-ra and carmen sandiego? which were fun. so yeah!

what are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Maybe we just lived between hurting and healing

Gen, m/m, snowbaz

After a whole life of hurting, Simon and Baz finally get to healing. Baz adores it.

4. Of queer weddings and family parties

Gen, m/m, snowbaz

Baz and Simon are loudly queer in family events, especially now that they're engaged.

3. Move, I'm gay

T, gen

Inspired by the tweet: "sobbing at this lil girl at target. dad tries to get her a dress and she just YELLS “no I’m GAY I CAN’T” and her dad just sighs so loudly and goes “no you’re not gay, I’m gay. You’re five.”" Or: bad gay humor is generational, and often unintentional! - for @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire

2. Here, kitty-kitty…

T, gen + m/m, snowbaz

Simon adopts a cat. Baz pretends to hate him. It's probably safer for everyone this way… - for the @carryon-anon-fest

1. (Spend my days) Dreaming 'bout you

Gen, m/m, snowbaz

Life has been amazing for Simon and Baz. Simon can't stop daydreaming about their future together. He has a million questions to ask Baz. That's easier said than done, though. Written for the Carry On Exchange (Baz's Birthday Flash Round!) - for @letraspal

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

yeah, totally! i mean, at least i try to 🥲 im not really active on ao3 (and not always logged in because i forget to check that) but every time i get in i try to check my inbox and answer as much comments as i can, even if theyre just replies. i LOVE feedback on my fics and i think chatting about fics is really cool

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

👁👁👁👁👁 uhhh

ive had some pretty bad angst fics. all hurt, no comfort, definitely no happy endings. a lot of main character deaths and shit like that.

BUT none of these are still up, so i’ll go with one that is and i actually remember- recently, (I'll shut my mouth) I'll let you go, which is my least read and interacted fic ever (i mean, FAIR) a nicodemus & fiona fic from when he was Turned. yknow, the nice stuff

have you ever received hate on a fic?

no, i dont think so? not that i recall. ive had people whod send me like . personal hate? but still loved my fanfiction and told me so lol. but i dont think ive ever gotten hate on a fic. if i have, i completely forgot about it, or just straight up never saw it

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

not really? ive experienced and tried to get into it some little time ago but its not really my sort of thing. guess its still too awkward and embarrassing for my developing queer little brain. a few friends keep reminding me to try my hand at that because we do have fun talking about it lol, and im curious to see how itd turn out. and id definitely like to try to write some fics with more of a hint of seggsual stuff and not feel like crap for it!

have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope! (or not that i know of…)

have you ever had a fic translated?

ive been asked if people could translate my fics to spanish (and one in english when i wrote more in portuguese) but ive never actually seen my translated fics posted? 🤔 im fairly sure someone sent me, like, in DMs, a translation of one of my fics, but i dont think it ever saw the light of day

what’s your all-time favourite ship?

i dont really do those! i mean, that definitely are some ships that i will treasure for a long time, but i dont really choose all-time favourites for basically anything fandom-related. my taste changes very often, so thats not reallt a thing for me fkkdkdkd right now, its snowbaz, obviously (snowshaz is also starting to grow a lot in my lil polyamlm heart)

have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have! i used to do that ALL THE TIME when i first got into fanfiction, but lately not so much. i miss it though, it was such fun, and it helped me get even more ideas for fics. we'd have groupchats for fics, and sometimes even go like RPG-wise to develop scenes / dialogue. when i stopped co-writing often, i would still pitch in with a few chapters / scenes for my friends’ fics, and they’d do the same for mine. i loved it, and i think the readers thought it was fun too!, but i stopped writing frequently altogether so its harder to do that, i guess. maybe now that im getting back into writing in general i’ll get back into that too. also, renée and i are planning to co-write something soon, so !!

what’s a wip you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

wow, so many of my WIPs fit into this... my post break up art teacher simon fic. my band au. full like the moon, which is an exes-to-friends-to-lovers thing i think i posted the prologue to. the watford drama society au. most of my longfics, probably. lol

i have a bunch of fics that i might not even actually start writing. like, self indulgent fics that arent coherent at all and dont make any fucking sense. fics that are basically just a few random scenes splashed together and left aside. i like them, but... eh

what are your writing strengths?

queer stuff. angst angst and angst, i guess. people usually say im good with humor, and dialogues, so these!

what are your writing weaknesses?

as it probably became clear, if it wasnt already obvious; long fics! planning, actually writing a BUNCH of shit, and getting to the end. endings, in general, aren’t really my jam

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fics?

i like it! dont really have a problem with the concept in general, but i do think its decent to leave the translations in the notes (or make it really, really obvious from context if possible)

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter, i think! i discovered fanfiction with harry potter, more specifically the marauders fandom, bc i used to look things up about them and only fanworks wouldve touched the subject 🥲 so thats what started my interest in fic

what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this is a hard one, because all my current favorites are still WIPs ✨✨✨ as in, do you want me (dead)? and my golden AU, mostly. but im really fond of And if you have nightmares, we’ll dance on the bed. i loved writing it, i love baz and penny’s relationship, and i think people should pay more attention to penelope’s trauma, because it's definitely there. it felt good to adress it. also note how literally all of these are named afted songs / lyrics LMAOOOO

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Gateway Drug | Part Eighty-Five [PT. 1]

Part Eighty-Five [PT. 2]

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NIKKI

My lawyer looks completely unimpressed with my lack of shoes, shirt, and dignity as he leans back in his chair behind his desk, rubbing his temples.

"It doesn't work like that, Nikki, I'm afraid." He informs me finally, sitting up and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his desk.

"I was declared dead for two minutes. I died. My wife's technically a widow."

"You can't annul a four year marriage on the basis of 'I died for two minutes.' Some cases of actual death, it can take an act of congress for widow or widower to have an annulment for a marriage where their spouse is no longer alive, legitimately." He explains and I roll my eyes.

"So, what, I just get some divorce papers or something?"

"Unless I declare mental incapacity given that you went through a traumatic series of events within the last twenty-four hours and this could possibly be a very serious lapse in judgement." He argues and I stare at him.

"Stop pulling my dick."

"I'm not 'pulling your dick.' I just don't want you to make this decision and then regret it when your head clears."

I managed to wear him down and by the next morning, he left the papers by Tommy's door after Vince mentioned to me that Viv stayed over there with Tommy and Heather.

When I get home, Karen opens the door and looks at me, wide eyed and confused.

"H-Hey?" She says as I push past her and go to the phone, opting to change my answering machine.

"Hey, it's Nikki." I say. "I'm not here because I'm dead."

Karen just looks at me, astounded, and I go to my room, slamming the door.

I was good and tired and glutton for punishment because I got home that night and loaded up the biggest shot of smack I could muster and pulled the trigger.

I wake up with a sharp pain in the crook of my arm, a needle still in my skin as blood trails my forearm to collect in my palm...Jesus fucking Christ, I've officially lost it.

I take the needle out and force myself up to trudge to the living room to check my messages.

Things like, "You're an asshole," and "that's not funny," tend to be the common theme.

I guess I need to change my answering machine.

I comb through to see if I have anything from Viv.

Now would be a good time to hear her bitch me out for almost making her kill herself--because, lets face it, she's gonna blame it on me, anyway.

Nothing's found, though.

"Fuck, Vivian." I sigh out, sitting on the carpet in the living room, rubbing my forehead as a new message comes on…

"You fucker, you would be the one to fucking OD and die and then get up right after and file for divorce as if she doesn't have enough shit going on, already."

I furrow my brows at the voice.

"Axl the Twat?" I say aloud, confused, as he finishes with, "fuck you, you fucking fuck."

He hangs up and I raise my brows.

Did I die and wake up in a parallel universe? Axl defending Vivian?

Is this hell?

It cuts to the last message.

"Hey, umm...I don't know if you'll get this or not or if…" Vanity. "...I don't know what's going on but I heard something terrible on the radio and I suppose it was true--well, kind of, um…" she sighs. "We're not together anymore and I get that I just hope you're o--"

"Fuck that." I grumble, hitting delete.

I fall back and I look up at myself.

It's fucked that I bought this fucking house for Viv, and she's not even staying in it anymore.

I feel like I promised her so much and haven't given a damn thing to her except reasons to want to throw herself off of balconies.

I look down at my arm, dried blood still on my skin.

I'm fucking tired of this shit.

I let my complete exhaustion of being sick fuel me to dig through everything I own and throw out all of my rigs, any other drugs in my path, and even pour everything to get drunk off of down the sink--even the fucking cooking-wine.

Vivian's somewhere catching the holy spirit, probably, just sensing I'm finally fucking done.

Or she's somewhere in tears over me finally taking the final step to end our relationship.

I feel like it's dead in every way aside from legal.

Whisky's laying by the door, whining when I step over him to go throw the big garbage bag out.

I'd get down there and whine for her, too, but I know this is what needs to be done.

Our entire relationship has just been one giant clusterfuck, and I don't want to put her through the bullshit of having to try to forgive me and trust me, again.

I think I've already stolen enough of her peace of mind.

She'll be happier with Duff, anyway. He's a good guy. A hell of a lot more suited for her than I am.

My hand rubs the back of my neck and I realize I'm still wearing the small crucifix of her's.

I'm tempted not to give it back.

I just sigh and throw the trash out and get back in the house, getting in the shower.

When I get out, I ruffle a towel through my hair, seeing the light blinking on my answering machine.

I go over and try to keep myself from getting too excited at the thought of it being Viv before I hit play on my messages.

"Nikki, it's Doc. I know you feel like horseshit right about now but I need you to come down to the office at 5:00p.m., we're getting you guys together because we need to talk. See you then--preferebly kinda sober and coherent."

Turns out I'll have my ass chewed by Doc before Viv, after all.

I know he came down to the hospital and tore Slash and the guys new ones while I was unconscious.

I'm digging in my garbage for a couple pills to dull down my future shakes that I just know are gonna be coming before sundown.

Despite being not in shape to fucking drive anywhere, I still go because I know if I don't go, Doc will come here and I don't need him here.

It's morbid walking into the office to see Vince, Tommy, and Mick sitting and waiting for me while Doc sits behind his desk.

"Fuck me." I complain out loud, dreading what Doc's about to go on about.

"Sit." Doc tells me and I plop down beside Tommy, sighing, and Doc waits a minute before saying, "I canceled the European tour."

"What?" Vince asks and Mick furrows his brows.

"What the fuck, Doc--"

"--Shut the fuck up and listen." He cuts me off while Tommy nervously shakes his leg. "If you bastards go to Europe, one of you will come back in a body bag. And I'm not gonna be the fucking manager that runs Mötley Crüe into the ground." He states harshly.

"That's a fucking first." I laugh out, meanly, and Doc glares at me. "Guess dead rockstars don't make as much money as alive ones, huh? I coulda told ya that after Razzle--"

"--Nikki." Mick states.

"Where's my wife?" I snap next.

"Oh, the one you so stupidly filed for divorce from without giving me a heads up first? Probably with her friends that haven't put her through the ringer and fucked her over time and time again." He states.

"I didn't know I needed permission to make decisions in my personal life--that have nothing to do with Mötley Crüe."

"Are you two just gonna argue or are we gonna actually talk about why we're here because I have things to do." Vince grumbles.

"Tommy came to me and told me he's thinking about rehab." Doc tells us and I glance at Tommy, who's avoiding looking at anybody. "I'm not taking Mötley Crüe on tour again, in a studio, whatever, until you guys get your act together."

We all look at each other, exhaling, and I rub my lips together.

"Fine." Vince sighs, and Doc looks at Tommy.

He nods.

"Nikki?" Doc asks and I just stare at him.

The guys are gone in a few minutes, leaving just me and Doc and I stand up.

"I wanna see Viv." I tell Doc as he digs through some files, and he looks up and blinks from behind his desk,

"She said she's not seeing you until you get help." Doc states.

"She says that but I bet I could find her tonight and still get her under me in less than three minutes."

"Assuming she's not still under Duff." Doc says and I tense up. "You think I didn't notice how questionably close they got on tour?" He adds.

"She's going through a crisis." I reply.

"Can't imagine why." He mumbles.

"Just tell me where she's at, Doc." I snap.

"You look like shit. You need to go home and get some fuckin' rest because you're all checking in tomorrow afternoon." He adds.

"I'm not going anywhere until I see my wife."

"You mean the wife you filed for divorce from?" He questions and I roll my jaw. "Your wife is resting. You should, too."

1981

I fumble for my key to the apartment, cussing under my breath when I can't get the door opened.

"Motherfucker." I hiss, finally getting it unlocked and shoving it open…

I slam it shut and toss my keys across the room, hearing Tommy and Vince's room door creak open.

Vivian crosses her arms, a scowl on her face, her hair tousled from sleep.

"Could you be any louder?" She snaps, shutting the door behind her, going to the kitchen.

My eyes run up and down her long legs as she heads that way, only in one of Tommy's t-shirts and panties.

Fuck. Me.

I go to grab the bottle of Jack on the counter, taking a sip as she gulps some water down, a droplet escaping the glass as she drinks, rolling down her chin to her neck and I watch it, my burning throat getting dry as I try to pull myself together, my prick starting to push against my pants.

Damnit.

It's like the sane part of myself is trying to slap the hopelessly horny part of me.

She's fucking evil, dude, fuck off, I tell myself.

She's hot.

You hate each other.

I wonder what weird shit she's into in bed.

She's a bitch. You know she's a bitch. Leave her alone.

Oh, I forgot she's supposedly a virgin.

Go to bed, dumbfuck. GO TO BED.

That means I get to watch her experience stuff for the first time.

I end up chuckling, amused at the thought of seeing her pretty eyes roll in her head as pleasure bombards her for the first time.

"What?" She snaps, and I realize I've been staring at her.

I'm about to answer until I get caught up at the sight of her nipples peering through her shirt...fuck me.

"Nikki," she shoves at my shoulder, making me take my eyes off of her chest.

She just scoffs.

"Go touch yourself in the bathroom or something. Jesus." She puts the glass down and walks past me to go back to Tommy's room.

See? Evil.

I ignore the voice of reason and I catch her wrist and stop her, yanking her closer to me.

She looks like a deer in headlights for a minute before I'm grabbing at her hair closest to her neck and pulling her to me, kissing her.

It's a pretty clean kiss, no tongue, no mess, just testing the waters.

She doesn't push me away or beat me up like I always thought she would do, instead, when I pull away for a moment, she takes a breath, wide eyed, before grabbing me by my jacket, pulling me back in.

I'm surprised but I don't let it get in the way, taking lead a little to guide her.

For someone who's never been kissed before (again, allegedly) she's not awful at it like I expected--well, I didn't expect her to be awful because she's never kissed anybody, I expected her to be awful because she's so mean to me.

Her hands push my jacket off my shoulders and I push my tongue past her lips, coaxing a quiet moan from her.

Holy shit.

My hands go to her ass and she grasps at my hair as I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me.

Just to see if we're on a standard starting basis of common interests, I lift one of my hands and bring it back down, not too hard, but hard enough, and she hums, fucking biting my bottom lip and grinding into me a couple times.

I have to keep from creaming my pants just by her moving against me.

You're being stupid, I tell myself, but I can't bring myself to leave her alone now.

She's been the forbidden fruit or whatever for months now and I just gotta have it.

I take her to my room and kick the door shut with my foot, taking her to the shitty mattress on the floor.

I drop her onto it, seeing her in the glow of streetlights.

"Take your shirt off." I say, lowly, and she rubs her lips together and slowly pulls it over her head, her bare chest exposed and my dick's practically throbbing at this point.

I take her crucifix in my hand, and she looks down at it as I lick my lips.

She unfastens it and throws it aside.

I lean down and kiss her again, trailing down her neck, my tongue against her skin and she gasps out a sharp breath, her hands pulling at my shirt.

I take it off and she's sitting up and running her palms over my shoulders, down my chest, and I grasp her around her throat, pushing her back to the mattress and I feel a little shiver go up her spine.

My tongue circles one of her nipples and she lets out bated breaths as I take it between my teeth.

She moans, loudly, and I move my hand to her mouth.

"Shh!" I say. "You're gonna wake them up." I add and she nods.

I do the same to her other breast, with my hand over her mouth, but then I get an idea.

A glorious, completely selfish idea.

I take my hand off of her mouth and smirk before kissing the middle of her chest, one of her top ribs, biting into it, hard, making her scratch at my shoulder while covering her own mouth as a sharp moan is forced from her.

I run my tongue over the bite mark and continue down her stomach, stopping at the top of her panties, glancing at her.

She's still breathing heavy, hands covering her chest, tilting her head to see me.

I run my hand over her clothed core, a little noise coming from her throat, feeling a big wet spot over her cunt.

She lifts her hips and starts pulling them down and I take them and discard them, running my fingertips up the inside of her thigh before I rub my thumb around her clit that's slickened wet.

Her hands jolt to mine between her legs, her back arching, trying her hardest not to be loud.

I tug her to the edge of the mattress, and grab one of her hands, replacing mine with it before I'm looming over her for a moment. "Touch yourself." I tell her, my lips brushing against hers and I can tell she's blushing under the dark of the room. "C'mon, it's hot, just do what feels good." I add, my lips pressing against hers for a moment before I feel her hand move, a delicate gasp coming from her and I pull my lips from hers to watch her face.

Her eyes close, her head tilts back while her other hand tangles in her hair.

I stand up to take my pants off, grabbing at my painfully hard cock when she bucks her hips against her frail fingers.

"Nikki," she says, eyes still shut, head back, and I rub my hands down my face.

We haven't even fucked yet and I can already tell she's gonna make me a fucking idiot.

I get my pants off and run my thumb over my tip and get some precum on it, leaning down and holding it up to her lips.

"Hold your tongue out," I tell her and she opens her eyes and looks at me, before doing as I say.

The pad of my thumb rubs it over her tongue and she lets out a satisfied sigh, looking up at me as I lick her spit off my thumb.

I get back up on my feet for a moment and she gets up and crawls to the foot of the bed, her eyes on my prick, hunger in her eyes…

Nice try, evil bitch, you're not stealing my soul by sucking it through my dick.

I grab her hair and make her look at me.

"Lay down." I tell her and doesn't argue, eyes still ravenous…

I kiss up her kneecap to her thigh, sliding up and up until--

"Oh, fuck!" She whimpers out when my tongue swirls her clit around, getting the first taste of Saint Viv.

My eyes are the ones to roll back, now.

Holy shit.

It's good because she's Satan and needs something to trap you with, that little voice comes back.

Her hands find my hair, her lips find my name and if I don't get ahold of myself, I'll be finding God based on this experience alone.

Apparently she's finding him right now because all she can muster out is, "oh, God."

I find a good rhythm with my tongue, her pussy starting to grind against my face as teasing, little sultry moans flutter through the room.

After a minute I feel her body tense up, and I pat myself on the back as she comes, my tongue lapping at her entrance to get drunk off of her, my hands running over her stomach and thighs.

Vivian claims we just went right into sex without doing anything aside from making out before hand but I distinctly remember going down on her. She must've blacked out once she realized we were about to fool around or something but I remember that happening because it was something I'd dreamed up doing ever since I met her, creepy but honest.

I pry myself from her to grab a rubber behind the head of the mattress, the both of us pulling ourselves up there.

I get it on and turn over, getting on top of her.

She's already hooking her legs around me before I even line myself up with her.

She looks like she's high or drunk, eyes nearly shut, her lip between her teeth, her head tilted slightly, exposing her neck.

I lean down and kiss her neck, her skin damp with sweat and she sighs.

I rub my tip against her opening and she closes her eyes.

I push into her, having to coach myself through because fuck her pussy is tight, and she winces, her mouth opening but nothing coming out. I'm about to ask her if she's alright when she speaks first.

"Take it off." She tells me.

"What?"

"The condom, take it off."

"Are you trying to trap me or something?" I snap at her.

"I wanna feel you." She tells me softly, and I guess it's kinda sweet, or primal, whatever.

I pull out of her and take the condom off, dropping it by the bed before I'm pushing back into her.

We both moan, and I can feel her body stretching to accommodate my entrance, her face showing pain.

I pullout again, but before I can get out completely, she pulls me back in with her legs, letting out a high pitched breath.

More of her juices coat over my cock.

"Fuck, Vivian," I say it, thrusting into her again and she wraps her arms around my back, hugging me to her, and my lips find hers as I push into her again, and again, roughly, the feeling of heaven washing over me each time I go back inside her.

I make her take every inch, forcing myself to fit the last inch and a half despite her body not having room, and she writhes underneath me.

"I think I'm bleeding." She tells me breathlessly and I think she wants me to back off or get off her, but when I go to, she says, "No, keep going, it feels good."

The look on her face is a clear indication that she's into it.

I'm kind of shocked that churchy Vivian is into the same shit I'm into, and I grab her throat, again, and kiss her, our tongues moving together.

"I wanna get on top next." She tells me through moans.

"Why?" I ask.

"I wanna see it." She says and I furrow my brows for a second before I catch on.

I'm rolling off of her and onto my back, my hands running up her thighs and waist when she gets on top of me, and I grab myself as she straddles me, pushing it against her before my hands pull her down onto me.

She screws her eyes shut, as she sinks down to the hilt, her thighs shaking, and I hit her ass cheek as hard as I can and she gets so tight around me I can't pull out until she relaxes.

"You can't do that shit." I tell her harshly, biting back my urge to go ahead and come, and she relaxes a little more as my hands hold at her waist, guiding her movements since she's never done this before.

"Does it feel good?" I ask her, her little moans and whimpers getting me even more hot and bothered.

"Yes," she nods, tipping her head back. "So good."

I look between us, clear view of her pussy taking it, and I sigh.

"It looks good, too." I tell her and she leans down over me, her forehead against my chest as she watches me fuck her for a moment before looking at me, kissing me sloppily, her chest pressing against mine making her sigh when her nipples brush against my skin.

When she pulls away, I'm sticking two fingers in her mouth, taking her by surprise but she starts sucking on them in a second, and I force them down her throat, making her gag, as I start pounding into her, making her nearly shriek out but I gag her with my hand around her throat.

"You're so pretty." I tell her, spit all down her chin from choking on my fingers, eyes nearly shut, my hand around her throat, and I glance down between us, licking my lips. "That pussy's pretty, too." I add and she cries out when my other hand starts rubbing at her clit.

I take my hand from her throat and she gasps for air.

"Nikki, I'm--"

She can't finish.

I roll onto her again, getting on my knees and lift her hips, continuing to hammer into her roughly and her eyes go to the back of her head, as her cum soaks the both of us.

Why the fuck didn't she tell me she can come like that?

I feel myself reaching my own end and go to pull out but she tugs me onto her, kissing me, her legs snaking around me.

At first I don't think she realizes I'm about to blow my kids everywhere, then when I try to pullout, she says, "do it in me, I've heard it feels good."

I look at her like she's crazy because it's something I'd never expect her to say.

"Please, Nikki, let me have it."

I don't have time to argue because I'm finishing with a grunt and a satisfied smile at the sight of tears of pleasure in her eyes before her lids screw shut, her mouth open as a moan leaves her, her body sparking off with shivers.

I let her have it.

"You're a slut." I tell her, thrusting into her a couple more times and she hums at my words.

"Shut up." She says next and I kiss her one last time before rolling off of her.

She pulls the covers over her chest and closes her eyes, tired, and I watch her for a moment.

Okay, she may not be a slut, but I know she's gonna be able to get away with murder and I'm gonna let her because she's fucking Vivian.

I ran myself into my own grave, but heroin and Vivian were major catalysts, but I know I was a catalyst for her own rock bottom, too. We were just too fucking young to know better, I guess. We fell in love and got hooked on playing house without actually stopping to think what all it would look like. Of course, neither of us expected me to be on smack, neither of us expected me to reach the level of stupidity that I reached with Vanity, and neither of us expected her to be conceiving a lovechild while I was next door dying, and I certainly didn't expect to file for divorce first, if at all. I remember that first night together in that shitty apartment got me hooked on her. Not just sex, I actually started listening to what she had to say after that, and wanting to have conversations, and hangout...I fell in love and she made it easy for me to. It was like boiling a frog. Things got worse and worse slowly overtime until BAM! I had Vanity, crack, and junk, and Vivian had Duff and a secret savings account she didn't think our lawyer would get record of. I was pissed, but I knew it was my fault.

All of it was.

I had promised her the world and instead stole everything from her like a life-sucking demon.

She wasn't the evil, manipulative bitch.

I was.

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We are not just friends —Part 14

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually)

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.

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"We haven't spoken on a while, I hurtled him, he was in love with me and I told him all that awful shit," Sofia answered Mandy when she asked if she's been talking to Chris. "Never apologized properly and basically broke up over a text. It's okay though, it's the best for him."

Mandy stayed quiet for a bit, looking at the road ahead while she drove to a doctor's appointment, there were going to get the baby's gender and she was going to keep the secret and go the whole baby reveal the gender.

"I think he's seeing someone," Mandy told her and Sofia blinked.

"Oh,"

"He's coming over this weekend, to the party."

"Oh,"

"Say something more than oh?"

"I don't know what to say, alright. I can deal with it, I'm a big girl." Sofia said as her hands just started sweating out of nervousness.

"Sure, looks like it. Big girl fucking sweating," Amanda pointed out and Sofia gives her a look.

"Thanks for letting me know though," She said and sigh. "I'm getting so fucking drunk, I love you but I'm gonna be hammered enough for people to avoid me."

"You can deal with whatever you want to, baby. I'm giving you a free pass," Amanda told her. "Dad still pretty stingy about me pregnant, so he's probably gonna be there drinking with you."

"He's excited, but he still sees you as your little girl, I mean, he probably it's picturing Luke cumming inside you." She laughed as Amanda hit her.

"You're fucking disguising, ugh!" She punches her in her arm and her leg and then laughed. "It's probably true,"

They laughed together and after they leave the appointment Sofia couldn't stop crying when she saw the little peanut moving inside of her best friend.

"Oh my fucking God, I'm so fucking emotional," She was sobbing as they climbed the car once again.

"Don't you dare to fucking say it," Amanda threaten her as she started the car. "Don't, don't. Or yes, oh my fucking God tell me—" She turned to look at her.

"You made me promise, I can't—you tell me this was gonna happen." Sofia laughed as she wipes her tears. "It's only two days, you'll be fine," She waves her off.

"Two days, I can do that. Yes, sure. I can."

~~~

She hasn't really had time to sat down and process what Mandy had told her in the car, Chris coming and he's seeing someone, that she thinks he's seeing someone.

She was sitting cross-legged on the fluffy carpet as she eyed her cellphone, old messages between them still there and she types a

—Hey Chris, heard you're back

She didn't press send, it was just sitting there. Staring back at her, bold black letters getting bigger.

"I shouldn't, God I shouldn't." She said to herself and grabbed her phone and deleted the text, reading the last text he sent.

—I'm doing good, Sof, thanks for asking.

God, that was cold and made her cry, I deserve it. She never went around to answer him, he never texted something else, that was two months ago.

"What I'm doing?" She asked herself she read and still re-read the text. "He's seeing someone,"

With a sigh she let her cellphone on the carpet and get on dressing herself for the party, it was the engagement party slash gender reveal, so it was a huge thing. Everyone was coming, friends, family.

She started drinking while getting ready, she was officially living alone for the past month because Mandy was living with her soon to be husband as she should be and she was pregnant, closer to her parents and Luke's family. Everything was going so great for everyone else and she felt like shit for the past four-month, depressed was an understatement.

Still, she made the party just in time. Carrying the cake she made with the stupid pink or blue gender reveal. Heels clicking on the floor as she made way between the people, stopping every two seconds saying hello to someone.

It was draining, she wasn't in the mood to speak with everyone. Her hands were sweating as she played with the hem of her pretty pink bodycon dress and locked herself in the mirror, stressed, depressed, and about to see the guy you broke his heart and know she's probably in love with him.

"Fuck my life," She mutter at herself in the mirror and grabbed the beer she was nursing, officially she was tipsy.

More people were coming in and the place was slowly but steady was getting crowded, music was playing on the background. Sofia spotted Amanda and Luke, speaking with people kissing and hugging each other. She couldn't help but smile, they so deserve each other.

"Holy shit," She heard a voice, and a pair of hands slide on her waist and pulled her back. "You look fucking gorgeous, never knew that pink was your color." It was Scott, placing a kiss on her cheek as she laughed.

"Never used it, guess is a special occasion," She smiles posing at the same time. "I'm so glad you could make it,"

"I told you I'll be here,"

"Yeah, he's here isn't he?" Sofia asked and Scott changed his face for a second.

"He is but he didn't come alone," Scott said as Sofia looked at him. "I was very vocal that he shouldn't come with her because it wasn't fair to you and it's very recent but she was supposed to go back to LA this afternoon but her flight got delayed for tomorrow morning—"

Sofía ears were ringing as Scott keep explaining how Chris came with another woman, this is it—whatever little figment of hope that maybe Chris felt something for her still was light on fire, destroy. It was gone.

"Okay," Sofia said looking at him. "It's fine I don't care." She shrugged, she did care, she obviously did care. "You want a drink?, I need a drink and there are these little things," Sofia made a gesture. "They're tiny but delicious."

Scott was amazed at the state of denial she had quickly reach, of course, he was going to play along. This wasn't the time to get her to talk.

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It was hard for not seeing her in the crowd, little pink dress running around always with a drink in her hand. Chris felt his stomach turn around all the time he catches sight of her.

"Hey maaaan," He heard Luke's voice calling him and Chris smile, giving each other a hug. "Mandy is mad as hell, you prepare yourself." Luke laughed and Chris sigh.

Oh he knew, he knew.

"Yeah, I gather she'll be…" Chris said and looked at the girl beside him that was mingling like a pro, chatting with people.

"Chris!," Mandy said with a smile appearing from nowhere, the smile was there but the murderous look couldn't be hidden.

"Hey Mand, looking good as ever," He embraces her and she whispered on his ear. "I'm going to fucking kill you," She laughed and grabbed his arms.

Chris grabbed her hand and walked her to a little more private part, they needed to talk this out.

"I didn't want to bring her, she wasn't even supposed to be here. I'm sorry," Chris said and Mandy looked at him.

"I understand that I do. And it's okay, you don't wanna be an asshole she probably doesn't deserve that but," She took a breath." but not long ago you were crying in my fucking couch of how much you love that girl over there that's barely holding it together since all of this exploded, crying at every stupid thing and dealing with her guilt,"

"She broke out with me over text, Amanda. Basically told me that I wasn't important enough, didn't want to talk things out. She ended it,"

"She's in love with you. Sofia is in love with you and she doesn't know how to approach you to talk things out. She's awkward because she wants to do things right by you, dude." Amanda explained and Chris put both hands on his head, "And them me being pregnant, getting married and I moved out. I know she's happy for me and it's rooting for me but there's a lot of change," Amanda said wiping her tears. "I know she feels left out and now you showed up to my engagement party with someone else while my best friend is literally trying to get it together."

"Baby, we gotta keep going," Luke appeared, and Amanda sigh, walking away with her fiancé.

~~~

Both are idiots, you guys agree?

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damn-behzinga · 5 years

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Toxic

Will's Friend Otis pt 2

Will Lenney Centric

part 1

summary- a look through social media as Will deals with his mental health

warnings- swearing, ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION, my terrible writing, toxic "fans"

Instagram ● @/willneisalpha

[A video of Will on the XO podcast from almost a year ago. He says, "Yeah my flat doesn't allow dog's." And then it shows a more recent clip of him saying, "So I got a dog recently."]

willneisalpha So we gonna brush over this? Also he got Otis really suddenly like no warning or hints? wtf

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georgeisdaddy ikr I was sh00k for like 20000 hours

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alexisgaylolzor Does it matter though?

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● @/willsbigwilly

[A series of photos of Will and Otis posted only a few days after the original one. The photo is of Will holding Otis like a baby that was originally posted on his story. It's the same one except zoomed in on Otis' collar. The last photo has a massive circle round part of the tag.]

willsbigwilly does the collar say 'ESA' on it? that means emotional support animal? is Will alright?

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jasmine I hope he's okay :( the idea of him needing an ESA makes me upset

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It had already been a tense day for Will, with his newest post causing an array of suspicion from his fans, he was on the verge of a panic attack.

He had debated whether to delete the post but that would raise more suspicion. He couldn't do that.

Otis had one hundred percent attention on his owner and, yet, Will didn't calm down.

Will also had several meetings today which meant he had to venture outside and face the busy streets. Despite all her best efforts, Gee couldn't stop Will from leaving the house. These meetings were important, Will could not miss them.

So, although she wasn't surprised that he had one, Gee was horrified to see pictures and videos of Will having a panic attack online.

Fans were already speculating that Will was hiding something, so this really made them worry. Gee noticed some 'fans' were becoming impatient and angry, demanding to know what was going on. Angry tweets and posts were flooding in to not only Will, but Gee and their entire friend group. Otis' "ESA" collar now caused more drama and confusion.

Will spiraled when he got home. Becoming quiet and ignoring everyone. He tried to stay of social media but his Twitter hadn't been this active since his last video blew up.

American Idiot @/losermajorwannabe

just saw @/willne having a panic attack????? what the fuck? not a big fan but jeez man leave it for your home 👀

[Video Attachment: The video is zoomed in on Will crying as some random person helps him alongside Otis. The person behind the camera is snickering meaning the camera shakes bit it's still clearly Will.]

replying to @/losermajorwannabe

Sub 2 WillNE @/memetimez

How about you stop being so fucking disrespectful and take down this post? If Will wanted to talk about it he would've? ???

replying to @/losermajorwannabe

Lucy Stans Dan @/lucylastname

He could've told us? Is that why he suddenly got Otis? Is that why he's been acting off? SO! MANY! QUESTIONS!

"Hey Will we still up for filming today?" Alex's chirpy voice beamed loudly as he walked into Will's bedroom with Otis bounding in behind him.

Will rolled over to look at Alex and felt an ice cold dread travel down his spine. "Sorry, mate, I'm just not feeling it today?" His voice came out in a questioning tone.

"Wanna talk about it?" Alex asked and Otis jumped on the bed and wondered over to Will to nudge him up.

Will sighed as Alex sat at the edge of his bed.

"I dunno why! I've tried getting up, made my bed, cleaned up shit that was left out everywhere, fed Otis. And- for some fucking reason- everything feels wrong and I'm so tired and the idea of staying locked in my room forever seems so appealing!" It was true. Will did everything as normal, even posted some photos on social media but, for whatever reason, Will felt wrong. Tears ran out of Will's eyes as he explained. "I have tried to do shit today, I promise!"

Alex quickly reached foreward and engulfed his friend in a hug.

Alex rested a hand on the back of Will's head pulled him into his neck. As if he was protecting him, maybe looking after him. "Is this about what happened the other day? Because I can assure you that was not your fault."

"It's not that- it's probably adding to it but it's mainly my stupid head and my stupid, shitty thoughts!" Will went to claw at his forehead.

Alex quickly grabbed Will's hand and pulled it down. "None of that mate, c'mon. You've been doing so well." He whispered as Otis licked Will's cheek.

Will sobbed out a "I'm sorry!" as Alex stroked through Will's knotty hair.

"No need to say sorry!" Alex muttered. "How about you have a shower and I'll make a plan on we'll get through this." Will nodded and Alex helped him up and walked him to the shower.

"Do you mind leaving the door unlocked?" Will shot Alex a look.

"What you gonna do?" Will chuckled. "Nonse on me?"

"Oh fuck off!" Alex groaned. "Just in case you need Otis or me or something!" Will suddenly tensed.

"I'm not a baby!" He growled.

Alex raised his hands in defence. "Never said you were, mate! It's just in case!"

Will felt his cheeks warm up and he glanced away, snatching the towel that hang from Alex's hands.

Alex waited until he heard the water start running before he looked at the tweets. Disgust flooded through him. How dare these people, these 'fans' that Will like this? He realised Will had two options at this point.

"You can either tell them or ignore it!" Alex said as Will thew on a hoodie.

"I can't tell them mate!" Will exclaimed. "They will freak out and I don't want that!"

"It's either that or they get pissed off that your keeping secrets." Gee leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed. "It doesn't have to be a big thing? Just a tweet or something?"

"They're gonna pity me." Will groaned head in hands. "How can I deal with that?"

"They're gonna support you no matter what." Alex sighed, squatting down and placing his hands on Will's knees.

"I'm so scared." Will whimpered, curling in on himself. Gee almost cried, he looked so small. She rested a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay to be scared." She whispered, scared to break or hurt him. "But you'll feel so much better once you tell them."

Will nodded and looked up at them. "I'll make a video." He mumbled, slowly unfolding himself. "Not now. When I feel a tad better."

"Of course." Alex smiled.

They sat in silence for a bit, the only noise being quiet sniffles coming from Will.

"I might," Will's voice was croaky as he spoke. "I might go stay with my parents for a bit? I dunno, might just get away for a bit."

Alex and Gee nodded.

"Of course, love." Alex smiled softly. "Whatever you need to get better."

"Can I have a few minutes please?" Will mumbled, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Of course. We'll be outside." Gee smiled and walked out the room alongside Alex.

Will let out a soft sigh and stood up, reaching for his phone. His shaking hands clicked on his mum's contact and put his phone to his ear.

"Hello dear, you alright?"

"Mum?" Will croaked out before the flood gates opened.

"Oh honey, what's up?"

"I want to come home!" Will cried.

"It's okay, honey, you're okay. Can you tell me why?"

"Everything is so hard! I want to get away!" Will's sobs were becoming more erratic. "I want to go home!"

"Breathe for a second, okay?"

"It's so hard."

"I know dear. Can you breathe in for four seconds? Hold for six. Out for eight. Can you do that?"

"Y- yes."

"You're doing brilliant, sweetheart.. Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Alright, darling, how about you come home tomorrow? We'll have a nice day together? And you can go back to your flat whenever you want."

"Okay. I love you." Will said quietly.

"I love you too."

That night Gee helped Will pack, making him pack a week's worth of clothes alongside a pillow because "It's a little reminder of home!". Will also had a mini mental breakdown when he realised that he hadn't pre-filmed videos. 'Mini mental breakdown' was Will setting his equipment up whilst tears streamed down his face and repeated "I'm a fuck up, should've thought about this." over and over again. Gee had to tell Will that he had already made two videos and that she could put together bloopers for him. She then told him to get Otis' energy out to distract him. This meant Will would run around the flat with Otis and throwing toys for Otis to fetch. Gee finished packing for Will and then stared at his empty room. She wiped away her tears before they could fall. She was going to miss him, she couldn't imagine how his closer friends were feeling.

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fire-fanboy-trash · 5 years

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Chapter 2

Tag list: @sadcat5555 @meisamyth @thebluehearted @sharky-g @10th-no-name-person @rachelclutch @pma-girl

TW: -m͎ṳ̝̻̻̆ͫ̔ř̫͔̜̙͆d͇̻e̺r̥̼͚̪ -g̙̼͓̝͛̍ͥe͍͌̌̐ṅͩ͋̇d̥e̦̲̹̱rͧ͐̔ ̹̻͔̉͑ͦ̊ḟ̜ͦl̈ͬú̬ͮi̦͈d̓̏ --̎̊ͦ̏b̗͛l͇͇ͪ̾̿o̻̠͙o͈̒̄d̺̬̯̣

(I can't post chapters everyday I just mentally can't. I will post a chapter weekly maybe 2 weekly if I feel like it)

Jameson ran out of the house. Slam. He hid in the bushes. Only sound he could heard for the past few minutes was birds chirping from the nearby trees. He stood up but then he heard a sudden creak and SLAM. That was the front door being shut quickly he dunked back down into the bushes. He saw someone walking threw the grass wearing black stiletto boots. Those were Marvin's favorite shoes. He couldn't help but wonder how he walked in those or could fight in them. But he could. He knew he had to get away from the corrupted magician. Although he had no idea how he would get away. "Come out I know you're near. " He devised a plan. Before he begin step one of his plan he realized it was flawed. He could escape that way but that would leave seven year Sam alone at the house with Marvin. Once again all he heard was chirp chirp. He stood up and crept to the right side of the house. He opened the window and leapt into Chase's bedroom. Swoosh. He gagged it reeks of alcohol and pot.

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He walked over and opened the door desperate to get away from the horrible smell. The hallway was empty which was a relief. Sam's room is upstairs. He sprinted out of the narrow hallway and into the living room. He was about to walk up the stairs when. "I guess I'll check inside" He sprinted up the stairs as fast as possible. He made it before the front door opened. Slam. He slowly walked over and hid himself behind a wall so the menace creeping around downstairs didn't notice him. Then he rushed into Sam's room. There they were asleep still. Click click click cliCK. Terrified he picked up Sam and opened the window. clICK. The sounds of Sitleto boots going upstairs was nearing closer. He set Sam on the roof just outside their window. He began to climb onto the roof as well then someone grabbed his shoulder. He was petrified. He stood their frozen looking out at Sam.

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He turned around it was anti. He was still fearful especially since he was probably on Marvin's side. "ỳ̹͖̚ō̏u͕̳ͩͫr͈̓ ͧͨg̹̞o͍̮ͮin̻̯g͉͚ ͗tͦh͍͆r̻̘̓ȯ͔̆ǔ̗͙̚g̬͈h͔͇͌ ͩt̳͔h͈͌e ̟̫wị̲n͙̤dͬ͗ŏͥw̘̒͋ͅ,͎ ̤̍̔o̯ḥ̐ ͩyȯu̅r͚̤̃ ̝̥́ͯt͈̳r̼̂̌ŷ̗̀i̭n̲̻ǵ̱̀ ̄to̝̠ ͔̺͌ͭe̙̔s͔ͪͩc̤a͔̓pe̮͌ͯ ͙͖ͤ͌ṁ̤̖ar͒͐ͅͅv̭͍̐̈" ⱧɆⱧɆ! His glitchy insane cackling sent shivers down his spine. " ł̍'ⱠⱠ͐ ̈ⱧɆ̌Ⱡͬ₱͊ ̔ɎØ̇Ʉ̓ ฿̇Ʉͤ₮̌ ̉Ɏ̆ØɄ Ø₩̄Ɇ ̅₥Ɇ̓ " So anti shoved JJ through the window. He fell on the roof next to Sam. Anti pointed a knife at him " " Ø̃₩͂Ɇͯ ₥ͤɆ ". JJ nodded and ran along the roof carrying Sam. Anti put the knife away. "You're not JJ"!! "₦ͯØ̅₱Ɇ". Furious the magician slammed his Siltletto boot into the glitchy demons foot. Anti pulled out his knife. His eyes glistening black with rage. Marvin made the mistake of lunging at the glitch. He didn't get stabbed instead he felt sharp teeth bite into his flesh. "Ouch so you bite me". He looked at the now dizzy magician and waited. THUD. He collapsed causing blood to splatter all over the floor and walls.anti watched with delight the blood slowly drip down the wall. He touched it, it was pleasing to him how warm and fresh it felt and was. He used his blade as a spoon and started to consume it like ice cream. He made a snow angel in the blood puddle."łĐͫłͯØ̃₮ ₥̓Ɏ ₮ɆͩɆ₮ͪⱧ̍ ͮ₳̽ⱤɆ ͊₱̂Ø͛ł̂₴Øͬ₦ØɄ₴̿" Then teleported behind JJ covered in the magician's blood. He was now dripping blood all over the roof

" ₩̆ⱧͩɆ̓Ɽ̽Ɇ̌ ₳ⱤɆ ̒Ɏ́ØɄ ₲̚Ø͗ł₦₲ " ?!?

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"ɎØ̑Ʉ'ⱤɆ̎ ₴ͨ₳̚₣͑Ɇ ₦Ø₩ ͦ฿Ʉ₮ ͩĐØͪ ͊Ɽ̆Ɇ₥͂Ɇ͛₥͂฿ɆͦⱤͮ ɎØ̍Ʉͥ Øͤ₩Ɇ ͒₥Ɇ̅" Anti was petty like that he helps you with one thing it could be extremely simple and you owe him. He sighed.

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"ỏk let's͂ g̐o to ̎mͣy̓ ͬro̿omͩ. I'veͤ hͨad tͣhis̀ plͪa̾n͐ ͣfor͛ ̀aͮ ̄w͗hi̎le͆ ̊b̂ut͂ ̑I̐ wͨan̍t͋ sōmeone eͯlse̾ t͊o hel̂ṗ. ̅le̿t's ͨsͧtart̀ ͥpacki̚n̐g. we̿ ͫarē g̾oͪingͩ o͆n aͯ lit̎t̒l̐e tr̈́i̔pͦ to̚ Cͨalͤiforn͐ía ̊tȍ ̽sͤěe the̓ ͭip̋lͤierš. ͦI̽'ͪlͥl̔ b̉rin̈g ͒ăll̽ ͐the̽ ̎wèa̋p̋o͂n̿s,ͮ yo̒u packͨ ̏cͭlot̆hͤe͛s,̋ a b͒r̎us͂h ̅whatevͭer ͤȳōu ͛wan͋t t̓o͋ b̉rin͒g̓ ͤa̒lön̉g͑. th̃eÿ́ arͤen't expec̔t̅in̔g̀ ͪwh̊ât̀'͐s ̅co͌ming ̀t͒he̓ỉr ̉ŵaỷ.ͧ wͯë ͒wïll lͪe͛avͣe̐ t͒o͛mͥorrͯow, ̏yöu'll͑ take̒ ͤa̽ ͬpl̍an͊eͤ an̊d ̎I'll ̇tėle̓po͑r̚t͛ wi͌t̊ĥ aͭll ͗thͭe ̽we̓ǎpo̽ns. Iͫ'̑ll mee̎t̚ uͯp wi̽th yoü at ͮṫh͊e ͧairpoͦrt. ̔". JJ looked at Sam. "d͋on'̓t̔ ͧworr̾y I a̔lrͬe͐âdy k̄n̆ow ẇherě ̋Sa͌m ̐w̑il̊l̇ ̎be ̂tͫhat͂'̔s s̄afe ͗a̓nd͐ ͊not̃ a͌lo̽neͯ.ͣ ͭ". JJ is extremely nervous he didn't sleep that night. He packed his bags, ate dinner, and lay in bed staring at the ceiling. What was he thinking anti could have planned anything. But one things for sure it destructive and against the law. He must've eventually fell asleep because he was awoken by a pillow being thrown at his face. "geẗ u͒p̀ ̅yͮoͨü'̇ve̽ go͗t ͮa̓ plaͬnͧe ̌to ͩc͐atchͣ" He got on the plane.

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The glitch looked at Sam. "c͌omͩe aľońg ̂S͐a̍m̆ y̑ou'͑re ͆p̅art ͦoͭf ̏ťhë́ ͤpl̓a̎n as ̊wͤeͨl̋l" He teleported them to California. Of course they'd get there before JJ. This was on purpose he had to teach Sam what to do. He knew many ipliers found kids adorable, so a little seven year old would be the perfect distraction. "what are̅ ̊ẙou̒ tód́a̚yͤ ̌a b̑oy ͌or͒ a giͪr̚l? ̂" "A girl".he found it strange, Sam is gender fluid and if they lean more towards one gender they transform and become that gender. Sometimes however they feel in between and are genderless. Also they can become a flying green eye. What a strange thing jack created. "lͦeͩt's ͨgo͋ shͧopͮpi̒n̋g fͣor͗ d̈́r̚ess̒es̀, b͗ow̾s,̄ ͌aňd́ ḧ́airͧ ti͂es͒" After many boring hours they had multiple outfits for the girly girl. Also boy clothes in case she changes to a boy during this skeme. "I want pigtails" Anti put pigtails in her hair. "okͤ t̓oͮ t͂ḧe͑ a̅irp̽o͋rt,̎ aͫfteͯr͑ ͪal͑l ̋tho̓se͂ ̑hͣouͣrs̆ ̔sͭh̀op͊p͊īng JJ s̿h̄ouͫl͂d ͪbeͧ tͭh̑e͆rè." We start tomorrow.

((I'm quite anxious when it comes to my writing,so I don't do it often. Is it bad?? I might delete idk. Yes I HC Sam that way))

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