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[happy74827]

Late Night Serenity

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Harvey doesn’t particularly let out his feelings much, so when you get a call in the middle of the night, completely unannounced, it’s safe to say you’re there within a heartbeat.

WC: 1134

Category: Slight Angst, Comfort

I wrote this at 3am after watching an edit... yeah, not my brightest moment. But hey, this beauty came out of it :)

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“Harvey…?” You spoke into the phone, a little concerned as to why he called you at such a late hour. You were already in bed and about to fall asleep.

There was a short silence before he answered, almost as if he was waiting for the right words.

Finally, he replied, and you heard the slight hesitation in his voice, the uncertainty, and the exhaustion.

"Yeah?"

You were instantly on alert, but you made your voice calm and soft so he wouldn't hear your worry. "Is everything okay? Do you need me to come over?"

There was another pause, this one longer than the first. Your worry increased. You sat up, already pulling on a sweater, trying to get ready to go to Harvey's.

"No. No, it's alright. I just wanted to hear your voice. Sorry to wake you."

Your mind raced, trying to decipher Harvey's words and the hidden meaning behind them. His tone wasn't right; it was too quiet and too sad, nothing like the normal cocky, self-assured, sometimes slightly arrogant tone.

"You didn't wake me. Is something wrong, Harvey?"

You heard him sigh, then the sound of a door shutting and the muffled sounds of the city streets. He must have stepped out of his office, maybe gone outside.

"No. Everything is fine; It's okay. Go back to bed."

He didn't sound okay. In fact, he sounded a bit upset, though not like he was angry, more like he was frustrated.

You slipped on your shoes and coat, grabbed your keys and wallet, and quietly opened the door.

"Where are you? Home? I'll meet you there."

"What? No, no, that's not-"

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Wait for me, okay? Don't go anywhere."

You could almost hear him frown through the phone. "I can't ask you to do that. You don't have to.”

"Harvey," you interrupted him again. "I'm coming, alright? See you soon."

You hung up before he could protest more and drove as fast as you could to his apartment.

Once you arrived, you saw that Harvey was waiting for you outside. He looked exhausted and was staring up at the sky, his hands in his pockets. He was still in his work suit but had taken off his tie and jacket, leaving his top few buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up.

"Harvey?"

He jumped slightly and looked over at you. The moment he saw you, he relaxed and gave a half smile, but you could tell he was still worried.

“Hey, Bumblebee,” His nickname for you. You had told him how you hated bees when you were younger and had a fear of being stung, and ever since, he had called you Bumblebee, telling you that you were the cutest little bumblebee. It was definitely meant to be teasing, but somehow, the way he said it was never mean or rude, and you secretly loved it no matter how much you’d deny it.

“What was it? Mike?” You guessed, referring to Harvey's associate, whom he had taken under his wing a while back. Harvey shook his head.

"Jessica, actually."

You raised an eyebrow.

"She found out and wants me to fire him. But I can't, I just can't, not now."

"I’m sorry, Harv, but you knew it was a risk, right? She had to have found out eventually.”

"Yeah, I know, I just thought maybe... maybe I wouldn't have to, and we could figure something out. He’s got so much potential.”

Harvey looked down and sighed. He looked so tired, but you knew his mind was racing, always trying to find a way to fix things. He had been working with Mike for a while now, and even though he would never admit it, you knew Harvey cared about him and had grown attached to his presence.

And when Harvey gets attached, he hates to lose.

Your hands found his arms, and you squeezed gently, trying to reassure him. You had done this plenty of times in the past, and you knew it worked.

"Look at me," you told him, and he did. His dark brown eyes met yours, and you were almost startled by the amount of emotion in them. He was always good at hiding how he felt, but you could see through his mask, and you saw how upset he was.

"You’ll figure it out; you always do. And even if somehow you don't, it's not the end of the world. He could always… you know, actually, go to law school."

Harvey laughed quietly, and the sound warmed your heart. He was finally relaxing, slowly calming down.

"No, that's not an option," he replied.

"Right. I forgot how stubborn you both are."

You smiled, and Harvey smiled back. He had the most wonderful smile, the kind that always made you happy no matter what was happening.

"I'm glad you came," Harvey said, taking a step closer. His hands found your waist, and yours reached up to wrap around his neck. You could feel the warmth from his body through your clothes, and you leaned in, resting your head against his chest.

"Me too. Especially when you’re in a mellow mood," you teased. Harvey chuckled and rubbed your back. “That's rare."

"Hey," Harvey replied, feigning offense. "I'm not always a dick, you know."

"About eighty percent of the time," you grinned, looking up at him. Harvey's smile faded, and his eyes locked on yours, gazing at you with a certain intensity that made your breath catch.

You stared at each other for a few moments, neither one of you moving, until Harvey suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, his hand cupping your cheek and the other wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you against him.

The kiss was slow and sweet but full of all the emotions that neither of you could say. There was no rush, no desperate passion or need, just the two of you together.

After a while, Harvey pulled away but kept his forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

He didn’t say anything, but you knew exactly what he was thinking. You had spent enough time with him to be able to read him perfectly.

Thank you.

Thank you for being here.

Thank you for caring.

Thank you for being mine.

You reached up and kissed his nose.

"Love you," you whispered.

"I know," Harvey replied. His lips turned up into a smirk, and you rolled your eyes, trying to act annoyed but not doing a very good job of it.

“You’re proving my point, Harv.”

Harvey shrugged. "But you love me anyway, right?"

"Unfortunately, yes. I really do."

“Good,” His lips brushed against yours, and his smile was still there, but his eyes were serious. “Glad to know we feel the same way.”

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Playing Favourites II

Arsenal Women x Child!Reader

Summary: You know how to get what you want

Leah kidnaps you again.

Now that she's nearly back from her big knee ouchy she's been driving up to see you lots and more often than not she takes you home with her.

Her teammates are at her house a lot too so you learn how to give them puppy eyes to get what you want.

The most susceptible to this is Alessia.

You're warmed up to her and, when you spot her at the little dinner Leah's brought you to at your favourite Lia's house, you immediately bolt to her.

"Lessi!"

"Bean!"

She lifts you into the air, throwing you up for a moment before catching you again.

"Alessia!" Leah cries from the doorway where she stands with Jen and Kim. "Be careful with her!"

"Lessi's careful!" You insist even though Alessia's put you back down and is hurrying you into the kitchen.

Laura and Vic are standing there, staring at a bowl of pizza dough half in awe, half in confusion.

Lessi drags a chair with her to the countertop and helps you stand on it.

"Alright, bean," She says, forcing a lump of dough into a circle," What do you want on top?"

"Er..." You look over the different options. "This one. This one...And this one!"

"You better not be overfeeding her, Lessi," Leah interrupts as she wanders over," I've got to put her to bed tonight."

"My Nonna always says that the best way to sleep is with a belly of warm food."

"Food, Leah! We're making pizza!" You look so unbelievably excited to have pizza that wasn't from the freezer that Leah can't help but sigh.

"Not too much, bean," She says, dragging a finger over your cheek as you sprinkle more cheese over your pizza," You could get a tummy ache."

You give her an unimpressed look. "We're making pizza, Leah. Don't need to think about my tummy."

Leah shoots a flabbergasted look at Alessia, pointing an accusing finger at her. "You're turning her Italian! I think I preferred it when you two didn't get along!"

"Mummy says just because you don't have friends doesn't mean that I can't," You say, turning back to your pizza and letting Vic help roll up your sleeves.

"Bean!"

You end up with your whole pizza as you sit snug between the better Lia and your Leah. You slap at your sister's fingers and bare your teeth when she tries to grab one of your slices.

"Can I have one, bean?" Lia asks and you stick your tongue out at your Leah and pass one to Lia. "Thank you."

"That's not fair!" Leah complains as you push her away again.

When she reaches for you for the third time you clamber away to Lia's other side and squish between her and Kyra.

Kyra smiles at you and drapes part of the blanket she's using over your legs.

"So, bean," Jen says from across the room," Are you excited to be a mascot tomorrow? Do you know who you're going to walk out with?"

"Er...Don't know."

"You'll need to make a decision soon," Leah reminds you," So I can put you in the right jersey tomorrow."

You still make a noncommittal noise as you survey the assembled girls. You tug at Kyra's shirt.

"If you give me chocolate, then I'll walk with you."

"Oh! Whoa! Wait a minute!" Beth interrupts before Kyra can agree. "I can get you a bigger chocolate bar than Kyra."

You shrug. "I guess I can walk with you."

"A chocolate bar and a milkshake," Katie says, holding her hand up," I think that's a better offer."

The other girls start shouting their own bribes and Leah looks at you with disbelief. You're lapping up the attention, flitting between each girl as they promise you grander and grander things in return for just walking out on the pitch with them.

By the time that the match has circled around and you're dressed up in your Arsenal shirt, it's Lessi who has won with the promise of a chocolate fountain and a whole Happy Meal after the game.

As Leah watches you walk out and glances back at the chocolate fountain waiting to be put in her car, she kind of wishes that you hadn't come out of your shell around Alessia and just stuck to someone like Viv or Lia, who knew not to make such outlandish promises to you.

But, whatever she's promised you, you look especially happy to walk out with Lessi and scamper over to Leah as soon as the game begins, arms raised for her to pick you up and bundle you in a blanket.

Your happy mood dampens quickly though when the girls can't seem to get it together and go one-nil down in the first fifteen minutes. They manage to just about keep another goal out but it's clearly a struggle.

"Hey, Laura," Leah says as soon as the team heads back to the locker room in shame," Do you mind taking the bean to get some snacks?"

You look at her suspiciously. "You don't let me get snacks."

"I don't let you eat chocolate either, bean." Leah ruffles your hair," But somehow you've fine angled your way into a chocolate fountain. Quit while you're ahead." She waves a wad of cash in front of you and you snatch it out of her hand and grab Laura.

While you're both gone, she hurries off to the changing room, slamming the door open. "Get your heads in the fucking game! The bean's in the crowd and I will be damned if you lose in front of her!"

"It's not that easy," Katie scoffs," None of us expected them to put all of their effort in attack."

"Are you professionals or not?!" Leah demands, throwing her hands up in the air in anger," Look, it'll be embarrassing enough losing like this but do you want to make the bean upset? She'll cry. She'll definitely start crying and then she'll tell Mum and Mum will never let us see her again. Is that what you want? To not see the bean again?"

"We get it," Beth grumbles," We'll get it together. You don't need to guilt trip us with your baby sister."

"Good." Leah points her finger at each of them in warning before heading back out to the box again.

You've got a hot dog in your hand and you're sipping at a fizzy drink when she gets back. You smile. "Did you tell them that I'll cry?" You ask.

Leah ruffles your hair. "Make sure you do if they lose."

"Okay," You reply, taking another bite of your hot dog," Do I get a McFlurry at Maccies if I do?"

"You can extort everybody but me," Leah reminds you," Don't forget who taught you to do that."

You look a bit annoyed at that but just moodily take a bite of your hotdog instead of arguing.

As it turns out, you don't really need the waterworks because the girls pull it out with a healthy 2-1 win and you make your way down onto the pitch riding on Leah's shoulders.

"Look at that!" Katie says in triumph as she approaches," Just needed a good old Williamson talk and we were golden."

Leah rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Let's not make that a habit."

"We might need the bean at every match," Jen says, helping you down from your sister's shoulders so you can run off to Alessia and Kyra.

"Ha! Good luck explaining to my Mum where her youngest has run off too."

Katie grins. "I can be very charming."

Leah rolls her eyes again. "Maybe don't use that line with my parents."

#woso x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal x reader #arsenal wfc #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

[mauesartetc]

Redesigning Helluva Beelzebub

Hoo boy, roll up the sleeves for this one.

The Original

In my review of Helluva Boss 108, I mentioned that Beelzebub's character design put me in mind of how some DeviantArt kid's fursona might look. And... Yeah I stand by that statement. The most likely reason I can figure Viv Medrano wanted her to be dog-like was to make a reference to her Die Young music video, which featured an anthro wolf singing a Kesha song (for context, Kesha herself voiced Beelzebub and co-wrote a song for this episode).

But for those who are unaware, Beelzebub's traditional depiction looks nothing like this.

Really the only visual similarities the Helluva version shares with the Infernal Dictionary version are the insect wings, six limbs, and the crown thingy over the head. (At least I think that's a crown-? Kinda hard to tell on both counts.)

Bee's eyes get somewhat more insectoid later in the episode, but that feels like a cop-out. Wow, her eyes and colors changed. Totally a bug demon, right?

They had the same problem in Hazbin Hotel with Katie Killjoy, who's allegedly supposed to be a praying mantis but barely resembles one, even after her transformation.

I understand the desire for fresh takes on old figures, and taking creative liberties so the new interpretation doesn't feel generic. But the changes should at least make sense. By now it's pretty clear Viv couldn't care less about representing Ars Goetia demons faithfully, as demonstrated with Paimon, Andrealphus, and now Beelzebub. You could slap completely different names on these characters and it wouldn't change a thing. I posted this meme a while back but it's never been more relevant:

On top of that, what reason could there possibly be for the design to be this damn complex? Why did she need so many markings on her face? Why did she need so many layers of hair? Why did she need flowing goo for her hair, tail, and body, each requiring dedicated effects animation?

When it comes to a hand-drawn production, less is more. Any superfluous details on a character just make unnecessary work for the animators.

Anyway, here's what Viv has to say about it.

Alright, I'll admit: The lava lamp bit is a little clever. Basically it works as a regular stomach does, but on demonic steroids. But it wouldn't look so much like Viv's making this up as she goes if we'd seen Bee's stomach performing its intended function in the episode. Let her chow down on a giant piece of food (maybe that cotton candy she's been handing out-?) and swallow it, and let Loona (and the audience) see it dissolving in her transparent belly. As a general rule, if it's not shown or explained in the work itself, it's not canon. Like I've said before, Viv: Elaborate on the nuances in the story you're telling, not on social media.

Also, "Her ears are designed after beehives"? Wh...Wha? Ma'am have you ever seen a beehive.

(Hell, even if you told me the ears were inspired by the generic cartoon beehive we're all familiar with, I wouldn't have guessed. There's a difference between being subtle and being vague.)

I can kinda see it in the overall shape, but that's a very specific design inspiration that wasn't clear at all in the design itself. Same with the "animal trainer" thing: I never would have picked up on that if Viv hadn't pointed it out. If a character design doesn't visually convey all the necessary information, it's not a successful design. Show, don't tell. There's a communication breakdown between what Viv's telling us and what Bee's design shows us.

(It's possible she actually meant "Her ears are designed after honeycombs", but even then, each compartment has a specific pentagonal shape that's not coming across at all here.)

I also find it interesting that Bee and Loona have almost the exact same body type. Of course Viv's pretty infamous for samebody syndrome, but it's actually unnerving how similar these two are.

Might this be a reference to Vortex's "type"? Is this foreshadowing a relationship with Loona? Am I overthinking this? Yeah, probably. Viv's demonstrated a clear preference for tall, skinny body types over the years, so it's safer to assume that's the explanation. It's all aesthetics. It ain't that deep. Occam's Razor and all that.

Finally, Bee how the hell does your shirt work.

The Concept

So at this point it seems most logical to lean into the "bee" thing for the redesign, and scrap all the canine elements. As for the blobby hair and tail... yeeeah let's nix those too. We're going for a streamlined version that's easier to animate. And because I ignored the ringmaster look for my redesign of Asmodeus, it only makes sense to do the same for Bee's animal trainer vibe (what little there is) for the sake of consistency. I know this version of Hell has a circus theme with its highest-ranking demons, but there's never been an in-universe explanation for why that is.

Let's look at actual bees, then. A quick peek at Google has informed me that certain insect species have smaller, "simple" eyes (also known as ocelli), in addition to their compound eyes. In bees, this manifests as a triangular grouping of three beady eyes on top of the head.

In her Helluva Boss episode, Bee's full demon form has three eyes, which could be a reference to this triangular arrangement, plus her regular form has two spots on her forehead in addition to the third eye. So it's possible Viv actually did research for something. Pleasantly surprised on that front.

Next, the body. I've noticed that some folks find Bee's skinny body type refreshing, as the sin of gluttony is too often personified with fatness. And that's fair. That's valid. But consider this:

Imagine any Vivziepop character saying that about a chubby person. Imagine the series sending the message that fat people can be sexy too, and that they have worth outside of their appearance, enough for at least one character to consider them girlfriend material. That they're valued and appreciated regardless of this culture's beauty standards (which we know nothing about since the worldbuilding is as thin and flimsy as tissue paper, but whatever). Imagine if this show finally had a fat female character who wasn't relegated to the background. Don't know about y'all, but that would be refreshing to me. And when you take into account all the fat-shaming of a character who isn't even fat, portraying a fat character as attractive would be a nice change of pace for this show.

Now let's talk about clothing. In the episode, Bee's clothes show off a lot of her body, with a cutout crop top and short shorts. We can take a similar approach for the redesign (something that still shows off her chest, belly, and limbs, in keeping with the extroverted "party girl" persona), but that perhaps includes more queenly elements.

The Redesign

Because this is a redesign, many elements were already in place, but I still had to figure out how this character would look as a bee. Here's where the preliminary sketches came in. Lots of trial and error in this process.

Wrestling with this character's face got a lot easier once I realized I could mold it into a pentagonal shape akin to a honeycomb compartment. It took a few tries, but at last, I had a final sketch.

All that was left to do was test out some color combinations.

I tried a few different approaches, but in the end, this is the version I felt worked best.

I used many of the colors from the original, but pushed the orange much harder since orange is the symbolic color of gluttony as a sin. And overall it gives Bee a nice honey-ish look rather than the generic black and yellow we already see on so many bees in cartoons. I thought the colored outlines on her clothing would add a soft, feminine touch, as well.

And just for kicks, here's a quick sketch of her giant form, inspired by the Infernal Dictionary drawing of Beelzebub.

Conclusion

The canon version of this character exists in the form she does for no reason than to stroke her creator's ego. "Hey guys, remember when I animated that Kesha fan video? Remember how cool that was? Wanna see me foist this unnecessarily-complex character design on other animators while I take a victory lap?" I wouldn't mind so much if Viv animated any of this herself, but she didn't. I could almost excuse this if she had no animation experience and didn't know how much work it requires, but she does. The self-aggrandizing entitlement is just off the charts. But a nonsensical design is leagues better than a stolen one, so... brownie points for that, I guess.

#character design #redesign #helluva boss #helluva critical #helluva beelzebub #vivziepop critical #body positivity #long post

[im-the-reader-of-which-you-speak]

Oral Fixation

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader

Summary: You want a kiss. Doesn't matter how, doesn't matter who. Lucky for you, your best friend is there to help.

Word count: ~600

Notes: Fluff. Friends to Friends-That-Kiss. Reader is implied to not smoke. Eddie calls the reader "Princess" and "Sugar." Unaddressed fire hazards.

Your eyes focus on the swirls of smoke hanging above Eddie's bed, drifting from his mouth. A frustrated groan erupts from deep within your chest.

"What's eating you?" Eddie spins towards the source of the noise, eager to irritate you further.

"I want a kiss."

"Alright then," he grins. He makes a show out of puckering his lips and making kissy noises as leans down towards you.

"Eddie no!" Quickly dodging, you push him off. He yanks you back down to him, you two collapse into a mess of giggles.

"Oh am I not good enough for a kiss?"

"Nope. Not as long as you keep smoking these things." You flick the blunt out of his hand. You're freed from his grip as he scrambles to retrieve it from his bedsheets.

"Oh c'mon, you don't love my herbal aroma? Prude." Blunt safely back between his soft lips, he inhales. You make an exaggerated wretch and he rolls his eyes "So who do you want a kiss from then?"

"I dunno. My lips are just like... hungry. I just want it to stop so I can get on with my day and think about something productive."

"An oral fixation." He laughs at you before taking another hit of his blunt, finishing it off and throwing the roach somewhere to be forgotten. "So your waiting for your prince to come and save you? Mr. Right with pearly white teeth and minty fresh breath?"

"God Eds, it's not like I want a relationship right now. I just want a kiss. I guess I don't care who."

"Well I got two lips right here, sugar. Ripe for the taking if any princess who wants them."

At this point you were considering it. Your lips are screaming for attention. That's all you could think about. Burning up inside for any mouth-to-mouth contact. Just a quick little kiss could save you. Just quick eensy weensy little smooch. And what's a peck or two between friends? It's not like you're having sex.

"Hmm" you hum. He had gotten up to change the music. He's in his own world now, biting his lips as he chooses the next record to play. It would just be... scratching an itch. He scratches your back, and you'll scratch his when the time comes. That's what friends do, they help each other.

"Maybe I'll have to take you up on that offer" You announce as he drops the needle. You can hear Pour Some Sugar on Me is what he decided on. "Oh?"

And it'd be quick. Over in an instant. As if you two have never done anything at all.

"Yeah. I need it real bad. Worried it'll kill me if I go one more second without my lips mashed against the closest man."

"Well we can't have that, can we?" He comes to sit right next to you, thigh to thigh. Getting right in your face. You can smell the Mary Jane on his breath. He's looking you right in the eyes, holding an almost... hungry stare. The tingle that was once focused solely on your lips has suddenly engulfed your whole body.

"You serious?" Eddie mutters. Your response is only a tremble.

"Yeah"

In the blink of an eye you two were attached at the lip. It's real, it's too real. But your head is in the clouds, everything is so hazy it still feels like a dream. What must have been only a few seconds feels like a life time. His arms wrap arounds you, soothing the heat in the rest of your body. Your sense of time comes back to you when his lips leave your's. Your body simmers down as the distance grows between you.

You're not sure. Maybe you'll have to try again, for good measure.

"Did that do the trick?" He asks, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader

[elswifee]

Jealousy Jealousy

Warnings: violence, drug!use, alcohol!use, future smut, flirty!ellie, dom!ellie, jealous!ellie, bsf!ellie, nerdy!reader, strong language, sub!reader, f!nger!ng (r!receiving), strap!usage (r!receiving), scissoring, angst.. I guess??

Summary: player ellie finally convinces her bestfriend's, y/n to go to a party after school, when she get jealous of people start looking at her with hungry eyes. Causing a scene, may cost her, her bestfriend.

Part 1 | Part 2

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The sound of your alarm rings through your ears causing you to jump up. The weight of an arm around your waist keeps you down. You turn around to find ellie sleeping softly, her lips slightly parted. Her soft snores making it seem as though she is in a deep sleep. She looks so pretty.

"Ellie, ellie, wake up. We have to get ready for school, c'mon." You lightly rub her arm, causing her to stur. She grunts, mumbling something about not wanting to wake up. You slip out of her arms heading to your restroom to brush your teeth. You spit out the toothpaste and look up, ellie standing behind you in her sweatpants low on her waist, showing the waistband of her black boxers and a baggy black shirt. She leans over you, slightly brushing her front on your ass. She reaches for her toothbrush that you don't mind having in your house along with a few pieces of her clothing in your drawers. You continue to brush your teeth, bending forward to spit and rinse your mouth. The fat slightly showing from the bottom of your shorts. Ellie leans back just a tad bit to check it out before fixing her posture quickly when you come up to wipe your mouth.

Leaving the restroom to go change into some low waisted, bootcut jeans before putting on a dark blue long sleeve shirt that makes your figure look like an hourglass. Ellie walks in as you pull down your shirt, making her way to your drawers looking for something to wear. "How'd you sleep?" You say in a sweet tone. "I slept good actually, just wish you didn't have that alarm so early in the morning, though." She smiles, pulling out her black jeans before putting them on. She pulls on her black tee by the collar and over her head, making her toned abs flex. She settles on her grey long-sleeved shirt, pulling up the sleeves just below the elbow, showing the tattoo on her forearm. She had gotten a new sleeve on her opposite arm.

"Well.. it's good to wake up early, therfore we won't be late and you'll be able to buy me coffe on the way." You smile, putting on your black puffer jacket. "Oh wow, so you're using me now, too?" Ellie laughs. Putting on her jacket and convers. Following you downstairs were you get your keys and your backpack. Stuffing some snacks in for later and handing ellie some too. "Just a little bit" you say making your index and thumb close, just leaving a bit of space between the fingers. "WOW, how could you just admit that so carelessly. Like you for real hurt my feelings, doll." She puts her hand over her heart, acting hurt. You roll your eyes locking the front door. Pulling your jacket closer to your body due to the cold weather.

Climbing onto Ellie's 1967 Ford mustang, you buckle up as ellie round the front of the car to get to the drivers seat.

"I'll get a black coffee,please." You say. Turning on the radio, the Christmas music low as you receive your coffee. You thank ellie before looking at her. You reach over and peck her cheek. She smirks a little blush peeking through. It wasn't a wierd thing to show affection the way you did. It has always been a comfortable friendship you had.

When you finally reach school, ellie walks you to your first class. Her arm thrown over your shoulder keeping you close. As you guys approach the classroom door the warning bell rings, signaling that class is about to start. "Alright, goodbye doll. Don't miss me too much." She hugs you and places a kiss on your head. Walking backwards before shouting,"meet me in the parking lot for dismissal!"

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Your waiting on ellie, sitting down at one of those picnic table outside your school. Listening to music and reading a new book you got, Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas.. yeah a sappich book you're enjoying way too much. Your in the hotel scene.. your so into the book that you don't realize a body next to you. A tap on the shoulder has you jumping. You look to your right, ellie looking at you in adoration. You blush, shutting the book close, before tucking it into your bag. "Hey, doll. What you readin'," That sentence had your heart racing. Your brain was for real going to explode of embarrasment. "Uhh, nothing. Just a new book I got." You state getting up from your spot and walking towards Ellie's car. "Nothing huh? What you hiding, angle?"

All of the sudden you feel your bag being shuffled through. Your heart drops to your ass. You turn around so fast ready to yank back your book. Ellie opens it up to your bookmark, her eyes widen slightly, a smirk coming up to her face. "Wow, I never knew you liked this type of shit. And here I am thinking you're reading some cute romance. You surprise me doll."

A blush creeps up on your cheeks snatching the books aways, keeping it close to your chest. Oh my gosh, that is so embarrassing! You climb into the car. The ride to your house was embarrassing. "If you tell anyone, williams. I will kill you." Your threat just making her smile. You climb out of the car, making your way around it to your front door. "I'll pick you up at 8 later tonight, sweetheart." She winks as she drives off.

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You had just finished your everything shower. You would be lying if you said you weren't nervous. You had no idea what you were going to wear, you were infront of your mirror in a matching black underwear set.

You are roaming around in your closet, when you hear your front door unlock. Ellie walks into your room. Caught off guard when she sees you semi naked. She was dressed in a black button up, sleeves rolled up at the elbow, revealing her tattoos, and some washed out jeans with her convers.

She looked good, a little to good.

"Hey, doll. Why aren't you dressed yet?" Her voice coming out as a rasp. She shamelessly checked you out, the way your lace bra did wonders for your breasts, and your black underwear hugging your ass perfectly. You looked like a goddess. You always tend to surprise her, since you never really show your body like that.

"I don't know what to wear," you let out a wine.

"Why don't you wear that?" She points at a glittery black dress layed out in the pile of clothes. It was tight, well fitted, short, and made your cleavage look amazing. It truly did fit you like a glove. Ellie was mesmerized by the way you looked. You finished your makeup, a little smokey eye made them pop out, you had straightened your silky brown hair. You were applying lipgloss when you realized that ellie hadn't removed her eyes from you for a second, causing butterflies in your stomach.

"Okay I'm ready, let's go." You say wrapping the strap of your heel around your ankle. You were so glad you painted your toes two days before. Black made you look good. You felt good about yourself. You felt yourself smile a little when you realized that you and ellie were sort of matching.

"Alright, let's go." She clears her throat, wrapping an arm around your waist. "You look absolutely ravishing, doll" She whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Oh shit, this is going to be a long night.

#ellie williams angst #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie willams x female reader #ellie willams x you #abby the last of us #abby anderson

[mncxbe]

Platonic Dazai x younger sister! Reader who's sassy

Oh yes this is so sweet I cannot. He would defo be such a sweet/ annoying brother tho. Also this takes place after the Ada finds out that Dazai worked with the Mafia. Enjoy♡♡

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𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ Kunikida's pov to enhance the silly

Kunikida entered the office that Monday morning only to find everyone gathered in a big circle around the couch.

"What the...?" he mumbled to himself as he approached his colleagues, half hoping that Dazai didn't have anything to do with whatever was going on.

But of course he did. The young detective brought you, his little sister, to work with him.

"Isn't she absolutely adorable?" cooed Dazai as he pinched your cheek, causing you to frown.

"What am I, twelve?" you replied in an annoyed voice, rolling your eyes.

Kunikida stopped right next to Dazai, shooting him a death glare.

"I wasn't aware it was 'bring your little sibling at work day', Dazai"

"Aww Kunikida san but she asked me to take her with me. She wanted to see you." he said with a wicked smile.

"I never said that, flat ass" you snapped, a pink blush tinting your cheeks. "I just need help with my Maths homework that's all."

"But I could've helped you"

"As if. You didn't even go to school" you said with a provoking smirk but your brother didn't reply, instead turning to Kunikida.

"So can you help her? I'd be most grateful"

Kunikida looked at you for a brief moment. You looked almost like Dazai: the same wavy chestnut hair and brown eyes, but you were a bit thinner and shorter and your arms weren't covered up by bandages.

"Sure. I guess I could. I have a small window in my schedule and-"

"See little one?" chimed Dazai in as he ruffled your hair "Told you he'd help"

"I'm 17, flat ass. I'm not little anymore" you cried out, causing Ranpo to chuckle.

"Hey my ass is not flat" said your brother in the same tone as yours.

"I'd agree with you but then we'd both be wrong"

"Wow she's a feisty one" spoke Yosano between chuckles "I like her."

Dazai's eyes narrowed playfully upon hearing your remark "Very well then, so be it. If you think you're such a big girl why don't you recite the 26th page of your diary? It's about your crush on-"

All the blood in your face drained when you heard your brother talk and you quickly jumped off the couch, covering his mouth with your hands.

"You wouldn't dare."

He smirked, removing your quivering fingers "Oh I would"

"Then I'll hide your bandages"

"Then I'll take your laptop for a day" he said back

"I'll pour soy sauce in your shoes and wet all your socks every morning" you pressed, a glimmer of mischief in your eyes.

"Then I'll tell your Physics teacher about how you cheated on your finals last year."

Your face contorted in a pained expression but you still wouldn't back away. "Then... I'll invite you know who (us, the readers, know it's Chuya👀) to dinner at our place."

Your brother opened his mouth to say something but then immediately closed it, a smile rising to his lips. "Alright smart ass, you won. Now go at my desk and do your homework ok?"

With a proud smirk on your face you nodded, taking your tote bag from the couch and languidly making your way to his desk. You opened your English books, turned on your headphones and began working on your assignments; from time to time, you tapped the sleeve of your mechanical pencil in the rhythm of the song you were listening to.

The others went on with their duties too, leaving only Dazai and Kunikida next to the couch.

"She sure is a lot like you, Dazai." said the latter as he arranged his glasses.

"Well, what can I say." replied Dazai. "I tried to keep her away from the Port Mafia as much as I could, you know. To actually give her a chance in life but I guess she did end up a lot like me in some ways." He sighed "I'm really proud of her tho."

Kunikida only chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You know, maybe that's not a bad thing. That's she a lot like you. Plus, despite you she's hardworking."

"Aww Kunukida san did you just compliment me?" With that, Dazai was back to his normal self and the other man frowned, turning on his heels and marching towards his desk.

"I'll help her later with the homework. Go take care of your missions now"

"Suuure Kunikida san" added the brunette. His eyes slid to you again; you'd already written half a page. When you looked up to meet his gaze, you mouthed a silent "What, flat ass?", which made him chuckle. Waving you off, he walked towards the door, his heart swelling with pride and love for you. Dazai never had much of a family, but he sure was happy that you wound up being his little sister.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd headcanons #dazai bsd #dazai x reader #ada bsd #bsd kunikida #poor kunikida

[simplepotatofarmer]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Alienation & Spite

tuesday morning, 8:47 a.m.

characters: technoblade, dream word count: 1,541

I've been in this room before.

The last time, ages ago, it was brief. Techno had practically rushed me out after ringing the bell a few times. That felt like something that had to be done, some stupid ritual that you signed up for the moment you stepped into the cabin. He had come back, a little later, and made sure I wasn't watching as he opened the secret chest in the back of the room.

I knew where it was. I could go over right now and open the chest and take whatever the hell I wanted and Techno wouldn't stop me. It wasn't a secret anymore and that felt...

It felt shitty for no reason. Of course he didn't bother hiding those things anymore. I've been living in his house for months, what was there to hide? But fuck man. He could at least pretend things were normal.

Ugh.

Rolling over, I shoved one of the pillows into my face and resisted the urge to scream. If I did, Techno would hear. He would climb up the ladder and ask if everything was alright and I would lie. I should feel bad for lying; I know he's trying to help but I don't want help, I want to be left alone.

It's easier. No one gets that. No one understands that everything still hurts or that I feel wrong without a potion or that food makes me want to vomit or that I don't want to leave the cabin. I don't even want to leave the room.

Techno calls it wallowing. Maybe he's right. Maybe I don't care.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the sunlight reflecting off the bell and block of emerald. Something about that makes me angry. I've been angry a lot, I guess. It knots in my chest and I want to tear it out. I want to punch something. I want to punch myself. I settle for dragging my nails against my skin until its red and stings. It doesn't calm the anger that's making my eyes water. Without thinking, I throw the pillow across the room, at the bell.

It makes a low chiming sound and I groan.

As expected, a few moments later, Techno pokes his head up, arms resting on the floor. He's worried. I tug my sleeves down over my arms, hiding the scratches. Not that Techno would be mad. That's the problem. He'd understand. He'd say it's okay and it's not.

"Hey, Dream. You rang?"

It was funny and I have to fight the smile.

"No. That—That was an accident."

His eyes slide towards the bell and sees the pillow on the ground.

"Ah."

I don't say anything.

"How about you come downstairs, man? I'll make you some breakfast."

I still don't say anything. I stare at the ceiling.

"C'mon on man."

He talks so softly, the same way he does to his animals and it's another thing I want to be pissed about except I've heard him use the same tone with Phil, with Ranboo or Niki.

So stupid.

I want things to be normal but it is and I'm still mad.

"I'm not hungry," I lie. I'm starving. I want a potion.

"Alright." Techno reaches out and tugs the blanket up over me. He's stretching precariously. "How about we make a deal? I'll leave you alone for a bit but you've gotta promise to come down for dinner."

His words hang in the air a bit and I roll my eyes.

"Or what?"

Techno laughs.

"Or I'll carry your scrawny behind downstairs my dang self," he says.

I believe him.

"God. Fine, Techno."

He laughs again.

“See ya later, Dream.”

His head disappears back downstairs. Already I regret agreeing to his stupid deal. He won’t actually drag me downstairs if I change my mind, I know that. I roll over the other way, facing the ladder. On the bedside table is a bottle of water and Techno’s communicator. Mine is gone and has been since Sam took it. I reach over and grab Techno’s. It’s only 8:47 a.m. Dinner is a long way off.

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I’m worried.

It’s kinda hard not to be worried when you have a man in your bedroom who’ll barely move and barely eat. I don’t mind. Well, I do, just not in the way Dream thinks I do. He thinks I want him out, gone out of my life. I had to fight against his idiotic plan to fake a parting of ways while we were in prison. The only thing I want is—

It’s lame, chat, I know.

I want him to be okay. The first few weeks, he hardly moved because he couldn’t. He wasn’t in any kind of shape. The thought of what happened to him in that cell after I left haunts me. How can you make up for that?

I pull the raw beef out of the ice chest. A good steak is a start. I wouldn’t have made something that required so much chewing a couple months ago but Dream’s jaw had healed. And I know he’s a steak man when he’s not relying on potions or golden apples. I’ve caught him sneaking both after days of refusing food.

Fighting the urge to keep walking over to stand at the bottom of the ladder is the hardest part. I want to go back up and check on him again. He had been quick at pulling his sleeves down but I saw the marks on his arms. If I had said something, it might have made him withdraw even more.

I’ll make him a cake.

I have no idea if he’ll eat it but he might. It’s something to occupy my time and something to do to show him I care. He knows, he’s gotta know by this point but sometimes he lays there like he doesn’t know anything anymore. I don’t blame him. He has that lost look in his eyes every so often and I know he’s pulling away because it’s easier.

I know, I’ve been there. This cabin was built to get away from everything. It took some time to realize I was being a fool. Dream will get there, I’ve got faith in him. He’s been through a lot and he still smiles sometimes.

I’m on autopilot baking. Niki’s recipe is well-worn by this point and I don’t need to have it sitting out but that’s habit, too. It’s a nice reminder. By the time the cake is in the oven, the sun is midpoint in the sky. The beef’s been marinating for awhile. I glance towards the living room and sigh.

Just a quick check, I won’t even go up the ladder.

Standing at the base, I can’t hear anything. That’s probably a good sign. Hopefully, he’s sleeping. Sleep hasn’t been easy for him which means it’s not been great for me, either, and I can sleep through a lot. Except the person next to me lashing out or screaming. It hurts. Not the times he’s hit me on accident but hearing a friend say ‘no’ and ‘please’ and ‘stop’ over and over.

I’ve gotta stop thinking about it. I know Dream’s picked up on my worry and I know sometimes it makes him feel weird. I get it, I do.

By the time the cake is cooled and has a nice layer of green frosting on it, the steaks are also done and the sun is lower in the sky. I pat my pockets, looking for my communicator to check the time, but I must’ve misplaced it again. I make another mental reminder to put a clock somewhere and head over to the ladder.

Dream is pretending to sleep, I can tell.

“Dinner time.”

He opens one eye. I smile. He opens the other and sighs as he props himself up.

“I’m—I’m not hungry.”

It’s the same thing as earlier and it’s still a lie, I know it. I raise an eyebrow and look at him silently. After a moment, a slight tinge of pink is on his cheeks.

Got ‘em.

“Ugh, fine,” he says as he swings his legs out of bed. “You’re so annoying.”

“I know, Dream, I know.” I slide down the ladder and wait for him. When he climbs down, I put my hand out, hovering near his back, just in case. “I’ve made you a real special dinner.”

“What? Why?”

I stop in front of the kitchen table. Some of the icing on the cake has melted a bit but the steaks look good. Dream is next to me. He looks confused. He looks sad. I put my arm around his shoulders. They still feel awfully boney.

“Because it’s your four month anniversary of stayin’ here, man. We’ve gotta celebrate.”

Dream’s voice rises in pitch.

“What?”

I know that tone. He’s struggling not to smile and rolling his eyes. I nudge my nose against the side of his head and pull him a little closer. He doesn’t pull away.

“We’re celebratin’, Dream. I even made you a cake.”

“This is so stupid,” he says but he’s leaning against me and I wrap my arms around him and hug him.

“Let’s eat.”

@sixteenth-day-event

#loyal answers things #technoblade #dreamwastaken #rivals duo #dsmp fanfic #sixteenthdayevent #i tried something very different please be nice ;__; #rivalsblr #dream smp #i did both in one go #implied addiction #i guess??

[pureblisswrites]

A guide to getting kidnapped and escaping 101

Chapter 1: The Schrödinger's Kat

Prologue

"Alright then. If that's what you want." He sighed again before his eyes went dark and he leaned in closer towards you. "I should warn you beforehand though, curiosity killed the cat."

"And satisfaction brought it back." You reply.

Pairing: afab! Psychologist! Reader x Bang Chan

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Crime, mafia au, eventual romance, slow burn, comedy (an attempt was made)

Summary: You are a fairly renowned psychologist and therapist but definitely not renowned enough to be getting kidnapped in the middle of the night. Is it one of your past patients with a criminal record? You don't know what the kidnapper wants but now you finally find out.

This story takes place in the same universe as "A guide to accidental murder and cover up 101" but with a different reader. I suggest you can read that too if these kind of stories are your type. But both can be read as standalones too.

"Going somewhere doc?"

"Um no?" You try to lie. It was like your brain had turned into mush now that you were face to face with this scary unknown man.

He sighed deeply at your poor attempt at lying. "Please follow me." He said to you politely and started going into the direction you had come from. He didn't even turn once to see if you were following or not. You could try to run away but you doubted it would be useful in any way. So your best bet for now was to follow him. You saw as he removed his blood stained gloves swiftly and just dropped them on a table in the hallway, seemingly not bothered at all by the fact that he was staining the table in the process too. After many turns and taking a fucking lift to the 3rd floor, you finally reached the apparent destination as he opened a door and stepped to the side. "After you." He bowed lightly.

You stepped in to see the huge room. From the walls to the furniture, everything was the darkest shade of black. It had a huge glass window through which you could see the view of the city. The room was designed like an office of a rich ceo or something. A black table in the middle. With chairs on both sides. And a bookcase on the wall parallel to the window. It definitely did not have the kind of books you'd read because you could see a thick file with the word 'contracts' stamped on it with red. Another one was labeled as '0325 blueprints' with a black sharpie in messy handwriting.

That was all your eyes could take in before he cleared his throat and gestured for you to sit on a chair and took a seat behind the desk. "I apologise for staining your shirt. I'll have your clothes delivered to you soon." He said while folding his jacket's sleeves till his elbows. And oh his hands are very veiny for some reason.

"Uh... my clothes?" You ask in perplexity. Talking about clothes though, you notice he's wearing a black jacket with a red rose on it over his plain black shirt. You are just grateful his clothes aren't splashed with blood now.

"Oh right. I'm sure you would have many questions." No shit sherlock. "Please ask away whatever you want. I'll try my best to answer as long as the questions are appropriate." Appropriate? What did he think you were gonna question him about? His love life? Egoistical bastard. You wanted to roll your eyes but you would rather not test him for now.

"So... who are you?" The most important question. And the first one you asked your clients, although you had their information files with you. Oh how you wished you could have his information file.

"You can call me Chris." He answered with a slight and what you could only call proud smile. Did this guy really think he gave you a good answer? This was not some introductions meeting, you wanted to know what he did. Guess you'll have to be straight forward with him. Afterall he did say you could ask anything.

"What... work do you do?" You make sure to not say anything he might find offensive. Because you should be worrying about such a thing after seeing him literally splattered with blood.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that. It's... confidential, let's just say." Yeah you kind of knew he wouldn't tell you about him possibly committing murders just yet.

"Fine. Why am I here?"

"To cure me." He says while fidgeting with the two silver chain bracelets he's wearing on his wrists.

"Of what?" You question with furrowed brows.

"Uh I- I think I might be, and I don't know for sure of course, um going crazy." He mumbled nervously, a contradiction from the way he appeared in front of his men.

Now that interested you. Okay so maybe you were writing a potentially illegal research paper on criminals and their psychology but you couldn't agree to this, right? You did have access to talk to a handful of criminals but always under the surveillance of a camera with guards there. You couldn't ask the questions you wanted to. Not without raising suspicions about if you, yourself were a bit crazy. Plus he didn't look too threatening now that he wasn't covered in blood. And what will he even get out of hurting or murdering you? Atleast he wasn't one of the psychopaths whom you had reported to be sent in an asylum and he screamed "I'll kill you one day" and a bunch of other stuff you didn't wish to remember again as he was dragged away by the guards. And it wasn't like this man was hard to look at. Yes pretty privilege and the halo effect were very much really. You were a mere human afterall.

"That still doesn't explain why I'm here." You knew exactly why you were here by now but hearing what he had to say wouldn't hurt.

"Aren't you a doctor specifically for that?" He asked as if you were dumb. Maybe he was thinking you were stupid. Which is great. You don't want him thinking or rather, knowing that you're too smart, too soon.

"So... you need help?" You ask as if you are still confused.

"Whatever way you wanna put it I guess." So he couldn't even accept the fact that he needed help yet. Great.

"And you couldn't come to the hospital I work at like a normal person for that?"

"What do you think?" He raises an eyebrow and you have to accept he looks ridiculously attractive while doing so. Get it together, you scold yourself. "Look I can't tell you what it is that I do. But I think you're smart enough to know it's not something that allows me to just walk into government owned institutions." Oh you knew.

"I don't see how that's my problem? You couldn't find a private therapist or something?" Now this is something you hadn't actually figured out yet. Surely just hiring a private psychologist would be lot easier than whatever he was doing.

"Unfortunately for you and fortuantely for me, I don't settle for anything less than the best. And no private people were as qualified as you." Oh?

"How do you even know that?" You ask, now in actual confusion.

"A friend of mine attended your seminar on psychodynamic theory last year and he was thoroughly impressed by you. He was actually the one who reccomended you." Okay what the fuck? Only top detectives and goverment officers were allowed to attend that event as you had to go through some truly disturbing and stomach churning cases to explain your points. How did he even have friends there?

"How lucky for me." You remark sarcastically.

"I know this might be a difficult situation for you to adjust to and I'm deeply sorry for that. But please understand that there was no other way." He explains while brushing his dark hair out of his face.

"Oh sure, as if you couldn't just, I don't know drop by my home for a few sessions? Why do I have to be held captive to help you!?" Now you have to put your 2 years of being in drama club in high school to good use. You have to let him think you are just so distressed by this situation, as any normal person would be.

"What? No, no. You're not 'held captive' as you put it. I just needed to get you under my protection if I wanted to do this." Just as you think this man can't surprise you anymore, he says something that makes no sense in the image you are trying to put together of him.

"Why?"

"You don't think I've got people who are just dying to know my secrets that no one else does and the ones you'll get to know soon enough? They can kidnap you and not with the intention of getting... 'help', but with the intention of hurting you, unlike me. And I can't let that happen just because I'm an idiot who thinks there's something wrong with me." As soon as you heard the sentence "that no else does and the ones you'll get to know" your brain was overflowing with serotonin. In a world where everything was already discovered and no one kept secrets from you anymore, this sounded like the best reward you could get after hearing people's mediocre stories about their trust issues because that one boy broke their heart in 5th grade.

"'Think'? I haven't even talked to you that much yet and I already know there's a lot wrong with you. You don't think you can just murder people or do whatever it is that you do and live with a healthy conscience do you?" The fact that he "thought" there was something wrong with him was laughable at the best and sad at the least.

He sighed again. "Right. But I want you to know that I'm not gonna force you to do this. If you don't want to do this, you're free to go. I mean you'll definitely need atleast a month of protection by my men because I know the news of you being here would've already reached to my... rivals, let's just put it that way."

"That reminds me, care to tell me how long have I been here for?"

He looks at his expensive looking watch before answering. "Somewhere between 20 to 22 hours." So it hadn't even been a day yet and his 'rivals' already knew about you being here? Just who was this man? He was like a messily wrapped present flowing wtih intrigue and enigma. So there was only one right answer at this point right?

"Kat and Nemo." You say, finally telling him the decision you made a while ago.

"Huh?"

"My pets. Get them here as soon as you can. They haven't eaten all day today, Oh my God."

"So- wait- does- does that mean you're doing this?" He asks in disbelief.

"No I just want to leave my pets here." You roll your eyes. "Of course, are you really that dense? And while you're at it, get my phone and laptop too." You could finally talk to him freely now that he had said he wouldn't hurt you... you think.

"Oh sorry I just still can't believe you agreed and-" he says incredulously.

"I'm sure we can talk later after you get my pets here." You get up to go to whatever room it was you were in.

"Where are you going?" He questions, standing up too.

"Back to that dungeon." You turn back to look at him.

"It's not a dungeon okay. If you don't like it, you can have another room." He stands right in front you.

"Fine then let me stay in your room." Yes he was hot but that wasn't the reason okay. Atleast not the only one. Maybe you would be able to study him more if you spent more time with him. For research, of course.

"What?" He asked dumbfoundedly. You were sure if he was drinking something right now, he would've choked.

"You heard me."

"Alright then. If that's what you want." He sighed again before his eyes went dark and he leaned in very close towards you. "I should warn you beforehand though, curiosity killed the cat." He whispers to you. So afterall he wasn't as dumb to not figure out your motivations yet. Yeah you didn't really do good in the drama club anyways.

"And satisfaction brought it back." You reply.

"Unfortunately nothing that is killed ever comes back to life." He says as if he's experienced it himself.

"Schrödinger's cat." You reply and watch his brows furrow. Of course he wouldn't know what that means.

"What does that mean?" He squints his eyes.

"Maybe I'll tell you some day." You shrug.

He rolls his eyes at that. "I'll send the contract to your room. Read it before signing." Wow so now you'll have to sign a contract? As if things couldn't get any more weird.

You were willing to do anything to unwrap the messily wrapped present that 'Chris' was. And maybe that was the first mistake you made before making many others that will lead you somwhere you couldn't even imagine yet.

A/N: look who posted finally after a whole month. I'm sorry for being late lol.

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Tags: @scuzmunkie @obeythemasters

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[pasta-in-the-pudding]

I was wondering if you could write a small drabble about the proxies of your choosing with a reader that has a really naturally sad looking face but there not sad at all

(this is smth I have and I always get bothered by it😭)

Resting sad face :(

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Tim

As Tim walks down the stairs to get some breakfast started for himself and some of the younger kids, he notices you sitting on the couch watching t.v. "Good morning, y/n. Want any breakfast? I'm already making some for the kids" He says, rolling up his sleeves and shushing the overly excited children. You look over in his direction "No thank you, I already ate" He frowns at your face, you looked like you were on the brink of tears. He decides not to ask you about it now, because he knows you probably don't want him asking about if you're upset while 4 kids are in the room, so he simply nods and gets started on breakfast.

Once he has all of the kids seated at the table with their respective breakfasts and drinks, he comes to sit next to you on the couch. He rests his elbows on his knees, kind of bent over as he sits. "Hey, you doing ok?" He asks in a low voice, so that the kids don't hear. You tilt your head "Yeah? Why?" His face softens "Oh, that's good to hear. You just looked so sad" You let a small smile creep onto your face. "Yeah, I get that a lot. It's just how my face rests I guess" He nods. "Alright, well in the event that you are ever sad, I'm always open to talk if you would like." You nod and look back over to the t.v. "Thanks, Tim." With that, he stands and pats your back, before heading back over to the dining room to wash the kids dishes.

Toby

It was chore day around the manor, and today you were asked to help Toby carry in the wood he chops for the fireplaces. And so, moving past all of the people with garbage bags, cleaners and large pieces of furniture being moved, you go outside to the front yard. Toby is not too far from the porch, chopping wood just as Slender said he would be. When he sees you approach, he puts his hatchet down and wipes the sweat off his forehead. "Hi, y/n! Did you need something?" He asks, before gasping and dropping his hatchet entirely "What's wrong? Did you come out here to be alone? I'm sorry, i'll leave if you want" He rambles nervously. You furrow your brows in confusion. "What are you talking about? I came out to help you carry in the wood for the fireplaces?"

He is quiet for a moment. "Oh. I just thought- you look so upset??" You chuckle. "No, I'm ok! Anyways, back to the reason i'm out, got any wood for me?" He nods and points to a small pile of chopped up logs. You pick up as many as you can carry and begin to walk back to the manor, before hearing Toby call out to you. "Hey y/n?" You turn around "yeah?" He is quiet again before speaking "I know it's not my business, but it would be ok if you were sad. We're only human" You smile and wave dismissively "I promise I'm not sad, but thanks for your consideration, that's really kind" And with that you turn back to the manor, heading inside to place the logs in the fireplaces.

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[the-fiction-witch]

... I've killed an angel

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader + Jack X Belle (Dodgerfox)

Rating Sweet + SAD!

I stood at my small stall in the Port Victory Street doing some business with the people in town. The sweet sun beat down harshly, as usual, enjoying the pleasant day. 

"Morning  Y/n," I heard,

I glanced up and saw Doctor Jack Dawkins as he headed over to the stall, in his dusty brown shoes, faded brown trousers, washed out and tattered white shirt with strained cuffs on his sleeves poking out his jacket sleeves, his blue textured waistcoat, his straggly green tie tucked into it, his purple patterned jacket and his black velvet hat on his head. He smiled and gave me a wave as he made his way over. 

I blushed hard and adjusted myself, fixing my green cotton dress brushing off some dust and dirt from the day, and pulling my braid of  Y/H/C hair over my shoulder a little. 

"G-Good Morning, Jack," I greeted with a warm smile, 

"You alright?" he asked warmly,

"I'm alright, everything okay with you?"

"Same as usual, You coming to the cat and the bagpipes tonight? I need my back up especially with Darius still sniffing around." 

"I don't know I have a lot of work to do,"

"Aww work's more fun than cards with me is it? Come on  Y/n I need you, Angel," He said as he came close and fixed some of my  Y/H/C hair from my face, "Please," He pouted giving his pouty puppy eyes, 

"Course, how did seven sound?"

"Perfect, I'll see you later then." He said starting on his way but he turned back, "Actually."

"Yes, Jack?" I asked excitedly, 

"I think you know what I'm gonna ask," he smiled wickedly, 

"what do you need?" I jokingly rolled my eyes, 

"You think you could get your hands on some beeswax?"

"Why?" 

"Hey! That happened to the no judgment part of our deal?"

"Alright, I'll see what I can do, when do you need it by?" 

"Whenever you have time  Y/n," he cooed and headed off on his business. 

I blushed and got on with my work making a note of what he wanted. 

I smiled as I headed to the cat and the bagpipes to play cards with Jack, Darius and whoever else was there tonight, I saw Jack waiting outside so I headed over with a smile. 

"Evening Jack,"

"Evening, you seem chipper tonight?"

"I like playing cards with you," I smiled, "Ohh here I found you some," I said handing over the beeswax candles I found for him out of my pocket, 

"Ahh, you are an angel,  Y/n," He smiled happily taking them and adding them to his pockets, kissing my forehead. 

"What do you need them for anyway?"

"Hey, you know our deal. I don't ask how you find stuff you don't ask why I need it." 

"Alright fine, come on let's get going." I encouraged going to head inside but I noticed he was looking, I thought for a moment that he was staring at me and I blushed hard feeling so giddy with joy to see him look at me with such sweet loving eyes, "Ohh, Jack... You're staring?" I giggled,

"Hum? Ohh uhh yeah I uhhh I guess sorry she uhh she's just -" He explained shaking himself out but immediately returning, 

"She?" I asked turning on my heels to see the busy street with various people heading away for the day I saw a sight. 

Across the street, a woman stood in a beautiful impressive red plaid dress, with sweet blonde curls and a lady-like hat and parasol, she walked on the arm of the governor as they went about some business. 

He was looking at her, not at me. 

And I felt my heart shattering to see him looking the way I had always wished for him to look at me, but he didn't look at me. I have been standing and waiting by his side for so long but now he looks at a girl he doesn't even know the name of that he sees briefly across the street. 

"shall we go then?"

"Yeah, Yeah I uhh I'll meet you in there okay," He said as he walked away heading down the street,

"Jack-" I began but he was already gone, 

I sighed and headed in sitting at the table and starting the card game without him, I played a few games wondering and worrying where he was until finally, Jack arrived, "Hey, You finally joining us?"

"Yeah, sorry." He said sitting down beside me and we started a new game, 

"You okay?"

"Yeah, fine." He answered as he took his lucky coin from his pocket and began his usual trick of tossing the coin between his fingers as we plaid, 

"What did you have to do?"

"Nothing  Y/n," he chuckled and we got on with our game, 

"...Alright," I sighed,

I got on with my work at my stall doing my business for the morning,

" Y/n," Jack greeted as he approached,

I smiled widely as I hadn't seen him in a few days odd as I was used to seeing him daily, "Morning Jack,"

"I have a little job for my angel." He smirked leaning on my stall, 

"Oh?"

"I need you to go do a little whisper searching, a little recon, a little digging for me,"

"Digging? around what am I digging? Are you trying to find out Sneed's secrets again? cause I keep telling you he's a very boring man he doesn't have interesting dirt to dig though," I chuckled, 

"No, No not Sneed." He said, "Belle."

"Humm?"

"Lady Belle Fox. I want you to... do a little digging for me."

"For what exactly?"

"I wanna know... What she's like, what she is interested in, her little secrets and such like, Come on your good at this stuff." 

"I will have a dig but why do you-"

"You don't judge that's the deal." He said, "Come on, Please" he pouted,

"Alright, when do you need it by?"

"As soon as possible." He winked, "You're an angel, I'll see you soon." He said before he headed off, 

I didn't like doing this but I knew I wanted to do as Jack had asked me, I snuck my way to the governor's estate in my cloak. I found my way into her room and dug around for information about her but I didn't need to dig for long her room reminded me of Jack's, filled with surgical diagrams, and equipment, Belle's room showed her lack of care for art, for music the often frivolous lady things, she was focused, driven, wrote to surgeons overseas, kept medical journals of her experiments.

... all of it froze me to my core, to think of how she and Jack would be so perfect together. 

How much he would surely love her.

I got what I needed and headed to the hospital where I found Jack in his room waiting for me, 

" Y/n!" He perked up getting to his feet from his bed where he had been laid with his waistcoat and tie gone, "Did you dig?"

"I... I did."

"Well, what can you tell me?"

For a moment I considered lying to him, telling him lies about her to try and convince him to completely stay away from her but I couldn't bear to do so. I told him the truth, I told him everything he wanted to know and he couldn't be happier. He held my arms and kissed my forehead.

"You are an angel." He smiled, "Thank you,  Y/n,"

"You're welcome," I nodded,

"I need to get to work then," he smiled,

"I uhhh I'll let you get on then," I said trying to hide my feelings forcing them away and forcing myself to leave before my pain overflowed.

I got on with my work as usual on my stall, I missed Jack more than anything but I hadn't seen him in weeks now. Not even in passing, but I couldn't bring myself to go and see him especially without a reason to. I felt like... He'd abandoned me. 

When I packed my stall for the day I noticed a book in my box, I was meant to give it to Jack a while back when he asked me to find it for him and I never did give it to him. So I packed up and headed to the hospital book in hand, I went up to his room but I found it empty, so I went to his ward and again found it empty, I checked the theatre but still empty, I was confused wondering if perhaps he was out. But as I wandered the halls and corridors at last I found him, in the morgue cutting open a body, with Belle beside him. She looked beautiful in her black dress their hands connected and bloody as he guided her and aided her, his head inches from her shoulder. 

"Somewhere in there is how we think, and feel," she said, As she watched the surgery they worked on, "And Love,"

"And die,"

"It's so much more than plumbing"

he smiled to her giving her this look of utter devotion, the look I had always wanted, "Oh-  Y/n."

"Hi, Jack,"

"what are you doing here?"

"I uhh I have that book, you were looking for," I said stepping closer fixing my hair and offering him it,

"Ohh! right! course. Sorry, I forgot I even asked you too look for it for me." he laughed, "Thanks." he said, almost cold, No angel, no kiss, nothing. 

"Y-you're welcome," I nodded trying to fight back tears as I turned around and headed out, 

"Right on to the next thing Milady." He said to her, 

I began to walk out and by the time I was at the hospital entryway, I was balling tears flooding down my face and my feet were causing me to run, bursting out the door and quickly finding a wall to try and hyperventilate. 

That's it. 

I've been replaced. 

I had been doing my best to deal with everything, but it wasn't going well, I hadn't seen Jack in ages, he hadn't come to see me at all and I missed him so badly, I knew I couldn't wait anymore I had to go and tell him the truth, tell him how I felt. So I slipped on my cloak and headed through to the hospital I checked his ward, he wasn't there, I checked his room, he wasn't there, I went to check the theatre but the door was locked that's odd? so I went around into the prep room door and thought there to go in that way I stopped short. 

I looked through the prep room glass window into the theatre, and I saw Sneed on the table knocked out for his surgery. Lady Belle on one side of the table, Jack on the other. The surgery hadn't begun yet so I planned to rush in but- 

Before I could even move I saw this moment in slow motion, as they leaned in, leaning over the table and even if it broke my heart into a million pieces I saw as they're lips met and they kissed. 

My mouth fell open and I wanted to scream but no sound came out. 

Tears flooded down my face.

I turned and ran out of the hospital onto the darkening streets, through my tears and broken heart I accepted it, finally and completely. 

He loved her, and I was nothing. 

I went home and I cried for what felt like weeks, unable to even leave my bed. 

Slowly I accepted that I had to get on, make money, and pay my way, even with a shattered heart. I tried to rationalize it by feeling happy, that Jack had found someone he could love so utterly, that he and Belle were happy together, they'd be together in love, get married, have a house with surgical equipment everywhere, little blonde doctor children and live a happy life. Even if that meant I wouldn't get what I wanted, even if I wasn't a part of this life he was to build. 

I got on with work at my stall when I saw a sight that... even after this time still brought me such pain, Jack walking arm in arm with Belle down the street he barely noticed me the two walking past like I was nothing, just another market girl. But he stopped,

" Y/n?"

"Hi Doctor Dawkins," I answered part of me hoping he wouldn't have to stop, 

"Hi, Sorry I haven't seen you Everything has been so busy at the hospital."

"That's alright,"

 "You know I uhh I'm going out for cards tonight, if you wanna come?"

"No, I uhhh... I'm busy tonight."

"Oh, Really? you never miss cards come on."

"I really can't I'm sorry,"

"Shame. Alright then. But as I see you I do have a little job for you."

"Ohh I uhh I don't do that sort of thing anymore."

"wh-what?" he chuckled,

"I don't do that sort of thing anymore Doctor."

"You don't?"

"Jack we should be going we have to be back at the hospital for Mr Martin's amputation," Belle spoke up,

"Yes, just one second." he told her, "You really don't do it anymore? but it's always been your little job? You're my angel? and what's all this doctor stuff? what's going on with you?" 

"Y-You should really get going."

"...Alright, we're not done talking about this." He says the two heading off, 

I had hoped it was over, that he would simply forget. But I saw as they walked away heading to the hospital, I saw a black carriage the horses going crazy, the carriage heading through the town on a course. But I couldn't let it happen I bolted across the market and shoved Jack and Belle out of the way hearing them both complain as they hit the dirt. And I screamed as my body hit the carriage and the earth. 

" Y/n!" I rushed over as the carriage hurried off, I picked her up in my arms seeing her bloody and her body broken, her green dress stained with her blood and the muck of the carriage wheels, her  Y/H/C hair cascading around her, her pale skin even more so than usual, her Y/C/E eyes looking up to the meet the blue sky. " Y/n,  Y/n," I muttered,

"she- she pushed us out the way," Belle spoke up as she came close,

"She pushed us... she saved us..." I muttered already tears welling up, "Get a cart we have to get her to the hospital now!"

She nodded and quickly fetched one so I picked  Y/n up and carried her in setting her in the back, 

"You're gonna be okay, it's all okay, I'm gonna fix you, It's all gonna be okay angel I promise," I told her, 

She couldn't speak, she could barely look at me, we rushed her to the hospital and into the theatre where both Belle and I worked attempting to piece back together her mangled body being careful not to damage her further having given her a decent dose of morphia to dull the pain, 

"Jack..." Belle spoke up as she held  Y/n's neck and shoulder her pale skin purple, red and swelling by the moment, and I knew what the issue was,

"No. No. say it isn't so."

"... If we don't the bone will continue to pinch her jugular-"

"and it'll kill her." 

"But if we reset it-"

"We have a fifty-fifty chance we miss nicking the jugular which if we nick... she bleeds out and dies." I finished and she nodded, 

"what do we do?"

"...I... I don't know." 

"If we do nick it... can we sew it with surgery?"

"Not the jugular if we nick it she has two minutes maybe before she bleeds out or drowns in her blood. I'm fast I'm not that fast. not on sewing a jugular." I explained, 

"I-I'll give you a moment," she said heading out leaving  Y/n and me alone,

" Y/n,  Y/n.  Y/n angel please, please just open your eyes for me." I pleased her holding her head in my hands, she heard me and slowly opened her eyes staring at me with those Y/C/E orbs her breath harsh as she could barely deal with the pain. " Y/n, There is something we have to do, if I don't do it you'll die, but if I do... it's a coin toss if you'll survive. I-I can't make this decision on my own. I don't want to rush you but uhh time is an element here,"

"Jack..." her voice breathy her hand came to stroke my cheek, "I loved you."

"wh-what?"

"I loved you, from the first moment we met. I never was an odd job girl... I just did whatever you asked me no matter how foolish."

"You- You did that for me?"

"I did. Becuase I loved you, and I wanted to do whatever you asked to try... and make you look at me." she gasped, 

"If you loved me why have you been so distant?"

"Becuase I watched you fall for her."

My heart broke as she told me,

"I watched you fall for her, Love her, I watched her take up the place I dreamt of, I saw you look at her how I always wanted you to look at me."

"why didn't you tell me? if you had just told me we-"

"What?"

"We could have been together, I love you of course I love you, I've always loved you. You're  Y/n. My  Y/n. My odd job girl. My sweet sweet compainion, My Y/C/E eyes siren, My card partner. My- My angel." I explained through my tears, "If you had just told me we could... we could have been together."

"It's too late."

"It's not too late-"

"But I'm not her." she gasped, "and I can't replace her in your heart."

"But I love you..."

"And you love her, but you can't love us both." she said, "and you'd be happier with her-"

"You don't know that, you don't know that I wouldn't be a million times happier with you." 

"I can't make you choose between us, that isn't fair." she said, "...like this moment, there is nothing you can do, no choice you can make, without the risk of hurting one of us." 

"I don't want to hurt you, or her."

"I'm not making you. I'm letting you be happy."

"You can't make this decision for me."

"Please, Jack... Just let me go... you can't let me live in a world where I will never have the man I love,"

"what if I choose you? what if I pick you? We can get married, have a house, a family everything you've ever wanted, if I made you feel loved, if I told you how much I love my angel for the rest of our days,"

"Then that's not fair to her is it?"

"She's a lady she has a thousand suitors."

"But there not you. She's perfect. I knew that the moment I met her you couldn't give her up for me Jack."

"what if I want to. What if I want to give her up, to be with you?"

"I will not have her broken heart on my hands," she gasped, "I know that in this world I can't have what I want."

"I want you to have what you want. I want to love you, I want to be with you."

"Jack, please... don't make this harder." she pleaded, "let me go please, let me go and I'll be happy to know you're happy."

"You cannot ask this of me." I pleaded between tears, " Y/n, please. Angel. I love you, and I am a doctor both are reasons I can't just let you die in my arms."

"Please Jack," she begged, "Go, be with her, build a life with her, give her everything she has ever wanted, I ask only... for one kiss, and for you to hold me and look at me as I go, like I'm the only girl in the world."

"I-I will." I nodded even if it broke me apart, I held her close and kissed her sweet lips as I did I felt this horrible agony as I felt a firework a feeling I had never felt before, Belle might be perfect on paper but  Y/n gives me a spark I can't feel with anyone else. But it was too late. As I kissed her I did as she asked and I purposely reset the bone making sure I nicked her jugular immediately seeing the pain wash over her, watching her skin turn red the agnory in her eyes. I counted the seconds as I kissed her again, I stroked her cheek and I looked into her sweet eyes with the look of the purest and sweetest love I could give her, I looked at her as if we were all that mattered, all that existed. And she was all that I wanted. "I love you, I have always loved you, My sweet  Y/n, My Angel. I love you now. And I will love you until I am on the ground beside you." I whispered to her, "I will find you, in the next life, and I will show you all the love I should have given you in this one," as I watched the life leave her eyes and I held her in my arms, as I saw her into the next life. 

As soon as her heart stopped, I felt this agony, this crippling pain like my own heart was ripping apart, tears flooded down my face as I kissed her one final time her lips cold and the spark... gone. 

"Jack?" Belle spoke up as she had returned, she had seen what I had done and heard what I had said to  Y/n, her eyes teary. "What have you done," she whispered, 

"... I've killed an angel," I answered, 

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[xomakara]

The Highlights of Romance

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Chapter length - 2,132 words A/N - saving the smut for the next chapter lolol. Oral (female receiving/male giving) in this chapter though.

Chapter 008 - Getting Off

"Fuck." You ran a hand through your hair. Ever since you've shared kisses with Mark, it was getting harder to contain your raging libido. The mere thought of him alone sent tingles down your spine. Every single touch he gave you brought an electric shock to your system.

"I'm never going to finish writing at this pace. Shit." You muttered, sighing. You occupied a table at the cafe you and Mark went to and took another sip of coffee, closing your eyes. "Guess I'd better try and come up with something new..."

"Hey Y/N." The familiar voice broke your train of thought.

You cracked one eye open to see an excited smile plastered on Mark's face. He had an adorable glint in his eyes as he looked at you, causing your stomach to flip upside down.

"Hi." You managed to squeak out, your throat suddenly dry. Mark slid on the chair from across you, his hand reaching for yours.

You took hold of his hand, giving him a warm smile. After sharing a few kisses, breathless ones at that, your heart was filled with joy whenever you saw him. It was obvious that you were falling for him quickly. Maybe even faster than you imagined. As much as you wanted to deny it, you knew that there was something between you both.

"Did you miss me?" Mark lightly chuckled, causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

"Maybe..." You shrugged, smiling widely.

Mark leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. "Good."

Your eyes fluttered shut as you responded to his kiss.

Slowly sliding away, he grinned, gazing at you. "Now tell me what you have in mind."

"Hmm..." You hummed, fiddling with the edge of your notebook. "Nothing...My mind is still throwing a blank."

"Let me see what you have written so far." Mark grabbed your notebook and read through the first few paragraphs. "Hmm...were you thinking of writing a sexy scene? This whole kissing scene looks good and all..."

You bit your lower lip as you watched him read through your notebook. "So...you don't have any ideas?"

Mark gazed at you, fingers entwined with yours. "I might have something up my sleeve..."

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's something that I haven't tried yet." Mark grinned mischievously, tapping his chin. "But I think it'll be worth trying out."

You stared at him curiously. "Try out what?"

Mark flashed you a charming smile. "Can't tell you that, can I?"

You blinked, before letting out a laugh. "I guess not..."

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough." Mark laughed lightly, leaning in towards you. "But first, let's finish our coffee. Then, I can show you what I have planned."

"Okay." You smiled, sipping your coffee while talking about your day.

Moments later, you both reconvened to Mark's apartment. He sat on the couch, stretching his arm along the backrest, facing you.

"So, here's what I have in mind..." Mark explained, leaning forward, planting his elbows on his knees. "Let me help you get off."

"Wh-what?" You blinked, confused.

Mark grabbed your hand to pull you towards him. Leaning in closer, he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You heard me. Let me help you get off." He breathed, making you heave a deep sigh. "I'm guessing you haven't been progressing with your work because of your sex drive, am I right?"

You huffed out a breath. "Yeah, you could say that."

"Well then, I'll do my best to satisfy your needs." Mark smirked, running his hands along your thighs. "And trust me, I can definitely help with that."

"Are you sure?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do, Mark. I know when we agreed on this, sex wouldn't be our priority, but-"

"Stop." Mark placed a finger on your lips. "Just stop worrying about things. Just relax, alright? I want to do this."

You nodded, looking up at him. "Alright..."

Mark smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Come here."

When you got closer, Mark wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. His lips pressed against your own, kissing you gently. You let out a soft moan, your arms wrapping around his neck. His hands began to roam up and down your back, sending chills down your spine. Slowly, he slid his hands under your shirt, tracing your skin. Your lips parted slightly, moaning louder when he caressed your breasts.

You arched your back slightly, pressing your chest against his. A jolt of pleasure coursed through your body as his hands brushed against your nipples. Before you could react, he started to unbutton your jeans, allowing his hand to slip inside.

Mark's eyes widened as he felt how wet you already were. God, you weren't wearing a bra today. Of course he would feel how aroused you were!

"H-how are you so wet already?" He stammered, looking at you in confusion.

"I've been like this ever since we started kissing." You replied with a grin, turning to look at him. "Don't blame me if I have wet panties."

"Jesus..." Mark cursed, resting his forehead against yours. "There's really no stopping this now, is there?"

"No." You laughed softly, tilting your head towards him. "Why don't you start by taking my jeans off?"

Mark's lips parted, staring at you in disbelief. "You...you want me to...?"

"Mark...You're the one who wanted to help me..." You whispered, running your hands up and down his arms. "Take my jeans off."

With trembling hands, Mark took your jeans off, revealing your bare ass. A slight gasp escaped his lips as he saw your wetness leaking from your pussy. Quickly, he lowered himself onto his knees, wrapping his hand around your leg.

"Mmm..." You moaned, watching him move his hand up and down your leg.

"Is this okay?" Mark asked, concern clear in his voice. "If it isn't, just tell me and I'll stop. I just wanted to make sure that this is something you wanted."

"Yes." You smiled, leaning in towards him. "What happened to all that confidence from earlier? Are you afraid that you won't be able to please me?"

Mark chuckled, rubbing your thigh. "You are more sexually experienced than me. So, yeah, I'm worried."

"Don't be. I trust you." You assured him. "Besides, the best way to learn is by doing, right?"

"Right." Mark replied, squeezing your leg affectionately. "Here goes nothing."

Mark slowly lowered himself down, placing his mouth on your inner thigh. He teased you with light kisses and nibbles, causing you to squirm. Your legs spread wider apart as you leaned back against the couch, enjoying every second of Mark teasing you.

"Mmm...Mark...mmm..." You mumbled, licking your lips. "Please...mmm..."

"Do you want me to go further?" Mark whispered, his lips grazing against your thigh.

"Yes, Mark. Yes." You whimpered, grinding yourself against his face.

Mark closed his eyes as you slid your hand between your legs, moving them over your clit. He didn't say anything else, he simply continued his action, gently sucking your clit into his mouth. You let out a moan, bucking your hips into his face, your hands moving higher to wrap around his head.

Mark gasped as you increased the pressure, keeping his lips on your clit, sucking it into his mouth, while stroking it. The feeling was almost indescribable. You always enjoyed oral sex, but the fact that Mark was doing this to you caused an intense sensation that you never felt before.

His fingers dipped into your pussy, tracing your wet folds. You held his hair tighter as he continued to lick and suck your sensitive clit. Your breathing became heavier as Mark continued, moving his fingers in and out of your pussy. Every time he did that, you let out a moan, arching your back further, seeking more pleasure.

"Mark..." You whimpered, tightening your grip on his hair. "Mmm, fuck yes!"

Mark sucked harder, moving his fingers faster, going deeper. The pleasure was unlike anything you've ever felt. Every touch felt electrifying and caused your whole body to tense. With every moan and groan, your walls clenched tightly around his fingers, pulsating each time. You couldn't control it anymore; you came, climaxing loudly as you released the tension.

Mark kept licking your clit, making you keep orgasming. Over and over again, you cried out, pushing your hips into his face, coating his face and lips in your own juices. Never in your life has anyone made you cum like this. Never in your life had you squirted like this either. Even though you were exhausted, you felt amazing. You couldn't help but wonder why no one ever made you feel like this before.

"Ahh..." You finally came to your senses, looking down at Mark, smiling sheepishly.

He wiped his lips clean, grinning at you. "That was..." He paused for a moment. "...unexpected."

"I thought so too." You giggled, patting his cheek playfully.

"Glad I didn't disappoint you." Mark said with a wink.

"I'm sorry if I squirted all over your face." You mumbled. "That's the first time that ever happened to me."

"It's fine. It was hot as hell anyway." Mark replied, rubbing your leg affectionately. "Plus, I happen to love the taste of your pussy."

"Fuck, you're so hot when speak dirty." You sighed, closing your eyes as he rubbed your leg. "I can't wait until we try other stuff."

Mark nodded, slowly removing his hand from your leg. "I'm glad to hear that." He replied, kissing your forehead. "Did that help relieve some stress?"

You opened your eyes, peeking at Mark through your eyelashes.

"Yeah, it helped." You breathed, tilting your head towards him. "Thanks for everything, Mark."

Mark pulled you closer, hugging you tightly. "Anytime."

The words suddenly seemed to flow through your mind after what happened with Mark earlier. Your fingers danced about the keyboard, the scene of the main characters flashing across your mind. The moment where they would take things to the next level, exploring each other's bodies. You smiled, wondering if you'd ever get to experience something like that with Mark. Something more than just him eating you out or making you cum with his fingers.

Maybe even something like actual fucking.

You hummed quietly to yourself, rereading your previous chapters. All you could see were images of the main couple finding romance together. Of her seducing him in a dimly lit room, using her skills as an actress to entice him into wanting her. Him pleasuring her with his tongue, her pussy clenching his dick as she found pleasure with every stroke.

Your imagination ran wild, getting excited by the idea of the two of them having sex. You had a lot of ideas, but you wanted to hear what Mark thought first.

Sighing, you stood up, walking towards the kitchen. It was getting late, so maybe you should prepare dinner. After putting away the dishes, you walked towards the bedroom, slipping into bed. For a moment, you thought about falling asleep, but then the sound of the doorbell broke through your thoughts.

Rolling out of bed, you put on your robe and went downstairs to open the door. Your heart fluttered when you saw Mark standing outside, dressed casually. Even though it wasn't freezing outside, he still wore a hoodie and a beanie.

"Hey." He greeted you, leaning against the doorway. "Did I wake you up?"

You shook your head. "I was laying in bed. What's up?"

"I need to talk to you about something." Mark replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know that we talked about this before, but..."

"Go ahead, Mark." You encouraged him, closing the door behind you.

Mark stepped forward, resting his hands on your shoulders. "Okay, so...can we..."

Before he could finish, you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Of course we can." You answered, returning his kiss with full force.

Mark grinned as he pushed you backwards, locking the door behind him. "I couldn't get what happened out of my mind, you know." He spoke against your lips.

"Hmmm...You eating me out...making me come...I bet that turned you on." You moaned, grinding yourself against him.

"God, yes." Mark moaned, his hand roaming up and down your thighs. "But the thing that really got me thinking was..."

He moved his lips to your neck, sucking lightly on your skin.

"I think we should do this." Mark whispered in your ear, giving you goosebumps. "See what happens when we actually have sex."

"Mmm..." You murmured, biting your lip. You took his hand in yours, placing them on your breast. "I thought you'd never ask."

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[cutetinyartist]

G/T July Day 3: Impulsive

[For this prompt I did a short fic + illustration of Bowuigi!!]

Synopsis: When Princess Peach sets up Bowser and Luigi on a Blind-Date (after they've so obviously been hitting it off whenever Luigi visits Bowser in his Prison Chambers), the romantic atmosphere leads to an impulsive embrace...

Characters:

Luigi, Tiny!Bowser and Toad (tho he's barely in it- Also, these are the Movie Versions of the characters and this takes place a few months after the Movie~)

Word-Count: 1,138

Bowser eagerly adjusted his little white bowtie as he stood on the nicely decorated table (that to him was now approximately a third of the size of his former throne-room). When a few Toads had entered his prison chambers a few hours prior and told him to prepare for a date, he truly thought the Princess was finally willing to give him a chance! Although, there was another human who'd been on his mind a lot more over the past few months...

...

Luigi fidgeted nervously as he approached the fancy restaurant. The Princess had told him just a day ago that she was setting him up on a Blind-Date with, "a guy I just KNOW you'll love, even if it seems strange at first!" He honestly wasn't 100% sure what she'd meant by that, but he trusted her word.

"Hey, Luigi! You're just in time!" Toad enthusiastically greeted him at the door, wearing a uniform typical of a waiter in this sort of establishment, "If you'll just follow me I'll show you to your table! This place is normally super busy right now, buuut the Princess made sure it'd be empty especially for you and your Date!" Toad wittered on as he led Luigi across the restaurant...

The plumber felt his knees go weak as his gaze landed on the table and he locked eyes with the King Koopa, looking just as shell-shocked as he did.

"So! I'll just leave your menus here, I'll be back shortly for your order aaand I'll leave you two to your date!" Toad couldn't hide his shit-eating grin as he practically dragged Luigi into his chair before hurrying away to the kitchen.

"LUIGI? YOU'RE my date??" Bowser growled, feeling a fiery blaze in his stomach (even though at this size he was unable to actually breathe any flames). He had to crane his neck to even see the gangly plumber's blushing face, towering above him.

"B-Bowser! Hey!" He could only stammer, "I- uh- h-how have you been? Um, y-y'know, since I last saw you... yesterday..." He trailed off, seeing Bowser's unimpressed facial expression.

"JUST BECAUSE YOU VISIT ME ALMOST EVERY DAY DOESN'T MEAN I- THAT I'M-" He sighed angrily, "Was this your idea?"

"What? No! I-I mean- I HAVE thought about m-maybe asking you out a few times, I guess-"

"You- you have? Really?" His tough facade cracked slightly, and he tried to ignore the butterflies he briefly felt at that confession.

Luigi nodded, at a sudden loss for words. There was something so cute about how the tiny Bowser's demeanour had shifted, he thought to himself.

"Huh, nobody's ever wanted to ask me out..." Bowser thought, noticing the soulful sincerity in Luigi's sky-blue eyes, "I suppose I could at least indulge him a little, just for tonight..."

...

Once the initial shock had worn off, and the two had settled down and eaten their meals (Luigi had just gone for spaghetti, whereas Bowser had managed to devour an entire steak), the conversation was flowing just the same as it would when Luigi would normally visit Bowser.

"Those stupid Toads didn't even give me a chair!" Bowser grumbled, getting a bit fed up with sitting on the table's wooden surface. He'd been sat beside a wine-glass that was about twice his height, sipping his drink out of a shot-glass instead.

"Y-you know- if you're uncomfortable sitting there- maaaybe I- I could-" Luigi gestured vaguely with his palm, "I mean- if you want-"

Bowser rolled his eyes with a smirk, waltzing over to the sheepish giant and tugging at his sleeve impatiently, "Alright then, Weegee, lemme up."

The plumber let out a bashful giggle before lowering his hand for the Koopa to clamber onto. He just managed to suppress an "Aww," at just how tiny Bowser actually was, fitting so perfectly into the palm of his hand. He couldn't help but to admire every one of his intimidating spikes and scales, knowing how easily he could still use them to do some damage... Though, it was endearing to him how those harsh features contrasted greatly against his soft ruby hair and the softer side of his personality.

Bowser smirked again at how flustered Luigi got just by holding him. He had to admit that the blush painted across his face, just barely concealed by that cute moustache, was adorable. Plus there was just something so sweet about the fact that Luigi had gone to all the effort of wearing a pine green tuxedo (complete with a charming green bowtie and 'L' cufflinks), but had still worn his signature hat over his fluffy hair! He'd also put on the most subtle nude makeup around his shimmering blue eyes. Eyes that looked at Bowser with a sense of love that the Koopa had never truly felt before...

"It's kinda funny how you- how you towered over me before, but now I can do this!" Luigi chuckled, earning a light scowl from Bowser, "Can't say I've ever been on a date like this!"

A very noticeable blush crossed Bowser's face at that word, "Well, I can't say I've ever even BEEN on a Date. But..." By this point his tough facade had dissipated completely, "You've been a pretty great date, Weegee. I guess... love really does make a guy come out of his shell."

Luigi's entire face felt like it was burning up as, without really thinking, he impulsively leant in for a kiss. His heart was racing as his lips collided with Bowser's entire face, embracing him with nothing but pure love. Soft piano music played gently from the speakers somewhere above the two, adding to the romantic atmosphere. Bowser was honestly surprised that Luigi had made the first move, but he was so enamoured with the timid giant that he instantaneously reciprocated the passionate smooch, leaning into the plush lips and stroking his chin with clawed fingers. As the two leant even more into it, they realised just how much they'd been wanting it-

"DESSERT!" Toad suddenly burst into the scene, completely startling the duo. He seemed entirely unphased by their embrace as he delivered the sweet treats (a Chilli Chocolate Cake and a Strawberry Cheesecake).

"Oh! Um! Thanks!!" Luigi let out an anxious chuckle, still holding Bowser close to his face, "It- it looks really good!"

"Heh, you talking about the dessert or your boyfriend?" Toad teased as he walked away, internally super excited that the Princess' idea had actually worked! He chuckled as his question was met with a growl from Bowser and a yelp from Luigi, "Enjoy the food, Lovebirds!"

"Boyfriends..." Bowser muttered, making Luigi's heart skip a beat, "Huh... I could get used to that," He smiled, earning yet another surprised yelp from Luigi.

"Same here!" He grinned from ear to ear, already about to lean in for another impulsive smooch...

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[heyidkyay]

I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Five

A/n: Two updates in a day?? I honestly couldn't help myself, this series is practically writing itself at this point.. Going to start on the next part soon x

Thank you to everyone who msged and enjoying this btw, it means a whole lot!!:)

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

Masterlist

--

Matty was waiting outside the bathroom for me once I’d finally managed to pull myself together. 

I probably looked a right state, having had to wash off the majority of my makeup in the sink, eyes still puffy and red from crying. He still smiled though when he saw me, kicking off the wall to pad on over.

“You alright?”

I shot him a sarky sort of look that likely said a thousand words.

“Yeah okay, stupid of me to ask.” He backtracked with a breathy chuckle. “You need anything else then? Just started lashing it down, so I don’t think that cab of yours will be coming anytime soon.”

With a glance over my shoulder at one of the hallway’s large arched windows I saw that he was right. Perfect way to end my birthday I supposed. 

“A change of clothes?” I answered him with a wry smile, suddenly feeling far too overdressed. He dropped his chin at me.

“'Course. Hoodie and joggers do you fine?”

I was quick to nod at him and was gifted a bright grin in turn before Matty started to lead me towards his bedroom.

“So, how much did you hear?” I found myself asking him as we wandered inside, him heading straight towards the dresser whilst I took a seat on his bed, glancing about.

“Not much, mostly just the end.” He told me honestly, riffling through a drawer.

Matty’s room wasn’t what you’d first expect upon meeting him. He had this sort of chaotic messy kind of vibe you either loved or hated, but his bedroom was a total contrast to that. He was a total contrast to that, really.

It had light colour-washed walls with pretty sconces that warmed the room’s entirety, even with the rain pouring it down outside. His bed was neatly made, lined with light soft linens and a plethora of heavy blankets. 

His chest of drawers was the only place of clutter, it was where his songbook resided alongside a bitten down pencil and pen. He kept a stash box up there too, beside the tv for nights when he couldn’t sleep, as well as a couple of other miscellaneous items. I smiled at the photo he had framed of us all. 

“Here.” Matty said as he tossed me a bundle of clothes. I peered down at them and grinned at the large tour hoodie he’d found for me, alongside a soft long-sleeved tee and a pair of trackies.

“Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes at my manners, “Just get changed then come find us, yeah? Reckon Carls might be passed out by the time you get there though, so don’t hold out any hope for her singing you a happy birthday.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “You wouldn’t dare.”

Matty’s amused laugh merely carried him out of the room though and he shut the door behind him. 

I released a loud sigh as the quiet engulfed me once more and contemplated just following Carly’s supposed lead, falling back into the comforting cocoon that was Matty’s sheets. 

It truly was a hard task getting myself to move again.

—

“Now, I know you said you didn’t want any fuss-”

“What she actually said was, that if we sung her a happy birthday she’d string us up by our balls and leave us to the pigeons.”

“Yes, thank you, Ross.” Matty quipped with a hefty huff, swatting Ross’ big head away from the cake he was currently holding. Five lit candles taking up the middle. “Anyway, happy birthday, love. Hope you get everything you wish for.” He added as he held it out towards me, prompting me to blow out the rapidly dwindling wicks.

I swallowed and tried for a smile, one that I found I could actually muster surrounded by all of my closest mates. I took a second to look around at them. At Adam and Carly who were smiling happily, the latter tucked up under the arm of her husband, eyes bleary with sleep. Then towards a grinning Ross, who seemed overly eager to tuck into the iced dessert. I reckoned we were both hoping for a gooey chocolatey centre. And back to where Matty, my current favourite of the lot, was beaming, face lit up by the flickering flames.

I chuckled quietly to myself.

Then finally there was George, who was slumped slightly in his seat, elbows sat on his knees, wearing a tiny smile whilst he watched the rest of us almost from the outskirts.

Even with everything that had happened between the pair of us earlier, I couldn’t find it in me to not want him there. It had always been the five of us, six now with Carly. And I really didn’t want to look back on this moment, my first proper birthday celebration in years, and not have him there.

He glanced towards me then too, as though he'd felt my stare, his eyes full of an odd mixture of emotions. I offered him a hesitant smile and tried not to pay attention to the way my stomach whirled at the sight of the one I received in return.

I closed my eyes as I leant in. Taking a deep breath before making my birthday wish.

Laughing lightly, I reopened them, listening and watching on as they all whopped loudly around me, clapping heartily in cheer. I snorted when Matty almost dropped the cake on its top, him scowling at Ross who had bounded a little too close, and in that moment I’d never felt so incredibly wanted.

—

I stood by the front door now, saying my final goodbyes to the last remaining two. Adam and Carly had left a little while earlier, once the rain had died down somewhat, wanting to get back home before Carly conked out on the settee. We’d all shared a few hugs and kisses then, making promises to get together again as soon as possible before they’d jumped in the awaiting cab.

Ross and George had stuck around for a while longer, sharing a joint between us and finishing off the round of beers that had just been brought in. We spent that time reminiscing, reliving the old days. Which had been a little tough at first but also wonderful at the same time. During it, George and I had shared more than a few too many fond looks for my heart to handle.

I blinked now that it was just him and I stood in the entryway. Ross out in the driveway, trying to spot their Uber in the dark. I peered up at George, but he was already looking back. Something that hadn’t seemed to have changed in the time we’d been apart. His eyes darted between mine in the dim light.

“You'll be alright?” He questioned and immediately I knew what he was referring to. We knew each other best after all. 

I nodded, toeing the door's sill plate. “I’ll be okay. I’m that tired, I don’t think I’ll have much time to think about it, about her.”

He gave a faint hum in return. “She said anything then?”

My gaze was stuck on the floor tiles I was mapping out with my foot. I shrugged a shoulder, “Not that I know of. Sent a card in the post earlier this week, haven’t opened it.”

It surprised me when his hand found mine then, it slipped right into place as though it had never even left. I inhaled sharply and looked up. He gave a hesitant smile, eyebrows knitted.

“She never deserved you.”

It’s what he'd always told me, whenever the past played on my mind. Whenever something got dredged up or another holiday passed us by.

“Still hurts though.”

He drew me in for another hug, this one more natural than the last we'd shared. Under no scrutiny from the others.

I let him hide me from the world for a long moment.

He still smelt the same. I'd noticed it earlier, so I knew that he was still using the same aftershave I’d always bought him. It made me wonder if it was the same bottle I’d gotten him, or if he’d had to go out and buy a new one himself. If he’d thought of me whilst doing it.

Ross called out for him then, the car was here, and I had to advert my eyes away as we pulled apart. 

George threw a reply over his shoulder, whilst his hand took mine once more before he finally had to go.

“Happy birthday, Birdie.” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek and squeezing my hand. Then he was gone. Disappearing down the gravelled driveway and into the dark.

The wind rippled around me then, forcing me to step back inside and shut the door, but still I couldn’t quite seem to catch my breath. 

—

Matty was attempting to tidy the bombsite we’d made of his house when I found him. I paused in the doorway to simply watch him for a minute and grinned lazily when he glanced up, catching me. 

“Heading off to bed, need any help in here?”

Matty looked around at the room only to then shake his head, waving me off. “Nah, you’re all good. Might need a hand or two in the morning though.”

“Don’t even have to ask.” I assured him, my smile tired as I propped my body up against the doorframe. “Fry up too?”

He hummed happily at the sound of our post-hangover ritual. “First one up has to order." He grinned, then jerked his head over at me, "Go on, head up.”

“Alright, night, and thank you for today, Matty.”

“Don’t mention it, darling. Glad you had a good time.” 

“Love you.” I murmured still. 

He spared me a warm smile. “Love you too, birthday girl.”

I had to chuckle.

“Not my birthday anymore!” I called out to him as I started my retreat, smiling softly at the faint laugh I heard echo behind me.

And as I wandered through the rest of the quiet house and up into the guest bedroom I’d since claimed as my own, I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of the hoodie I wore. It was early morning now, so I guessed that the timer I’d set on all my notifications must’ve have ended hours ago.

I tugged it free before crawling under the sheets, too tired and still a little too drunk to bother with the faff of getting myself ready for bed. With the table lamp dimmed, I settled, tugging the duvet up under my chin. 

It was then that my breath got caught in my throat. Taken aback, I peered down at my phone screen, seeing the most recent message I’d received.

G💋: 

Hope you had a good day, Birdie  You looked so happy

I sat up slightly, staring blankly at the message that had just come through whilst I toyed with my bottom lip. 

The last text he’d sent me was over six months ago now, one I hadn’t even bothered replying to. A simple 'sorry'. 

I could only swallow down the sudden anxiety I felt when those forsaken bubbles popped up at the bottom of the screen, a couple more messages shortly followed. 

Was wondering if we could meet, tmw maybe? Want to talk again, explain it all properly Tonight made me realise so much

Fuck. I squeezed my eyes closed. All the tiredness I’d just been feeling eradicated by the mere thought of seeing him again, so soon.

Another buzz.

The screen had since dimmed but I could still make out the last text that had come through. My eyes welled. 

Sleep tight, Birdie x

I threw my phone down by the foot of the bed and groaned into my pillow, not even giving myself the chance to reply.

Still, I tossed and I turned all night.

—

“Wow, dead sexy.” Matty welcomed sarcastically, smirking at me from behind his coffee mug as I trodded into the kitchen the next morning. “Tell me, this look you’re going for, is it avant-garde or a grunge kind of chic?”

I gave him a tightlipped smile, rubbing at my bleary eyes before scowling.

“Ha ha. Hilarious. But this is actually what running on zero sleep looks like.” I retorted as I sunk into the bar stool opposite him. “Fucking hanging too.”

He snorted and so I glared up at him.

“How’re you so chipper anyway? You drank more than me.”

Matty shrugged at me with a smug smile, “Yeah but I wasn’t the one throwing back vodka shots with Ross at two am.”

I winced, I’d sort of forgotten about that. I currently had much more pressing things on my mind.

I slumped across the island and let out an annoying groan. Matty combed the hair that had fallen from out of my face as he proceeded to chuckle.

“Breakfast’s on its way.” He reassured me, then pushed a tall glass of water as well as two paracetamol across the counter.

Thank the world for small mercies.

“Want a brew?”

I raised my head at Matty's question and smiled up at him when he stood, “You’re the best.”

“It's what they all say.”

I rolled my eyes in retort, fingers finding my phone again, just as they had been doing ever since it had woken me up with its constant ringing this morning.

When Matty puttered back over, he raised a brow at me in question and pushed a warm mug in my direction. 

With a sigh, I put the phone down and cupped it in my hands. “Thank you.”

“Welcome. So you gonna tell me what’s got you all wound up now? Feels like I might have to talk you off a ledge here.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Nah not just yet, but hold out hope- my hero. Today feels like it’ll be a tough one.”

“Why, what’s happening today?”

I toyed with the rim of the mug, watching as the steam danced up and over its edge. “Just, George messaged me after he left last night.”

“Right…” Matty drawled out, “And that’s a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily.” I shook my head, then shrugged again. “I don’t know. He just said he wants to talk, properly.”

“And you don’t?” He asked me, watching or waiting for my reaction.

I inhaled slowly, pulling away from the cup to rub at my face. “I’m just so confused. I don’t want to fight with him. But I don’t want to lose him all over again.”

Matty’s expression was understanding but I was relieved when he walked around to give me a much needed hug. He rocked us slightly, left and right, my face buried in his shoulder.

“I think you should meet him.” He murmured above my head, “It’ll do you both some good. Might even be able to sort shit out.”

We parted and I looked back at him from under a furrowed brow. “And if we don’t, then what?”

Matty sighed, “Then we cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Part six>

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Scarlet Begonias - M!Han x Reader

Chapter 2

MDNI - 18+

A/N: Back at it again because yall liked the first part. POV is different. Also, the reader is unnamed, I don't really know how I'll navigate that in the future but oh well. All I have so far has avoided it but idk. Anyways, have more of my ridiculous shit.

I blinked at Han, matching his previously confused expression. 'Excuse me, what did you say?' I unintentionally challenged him. Which really just encouraged him, as he stepped closer.

'I said that you have an attitude. Am I wrong?' I narrowed my eyes at him, shaking my head. How was that supposed to be a compliment? How was that supposed to make me feel good? He stepped closer still, all the while I idly pet Chewie. He stopped right in front of me, and I couldn't help but wonder if this guy was a serial killer or something and I was dumb enough to go to his house. Maybe he was gunna chop me up and feed me to Chewie-

'Look, I don't normally like girls like this. It's a simple fuck and they're gone. It's easier that way. For some reason, I want you to look at my vinyl collection. So, if you're inclined to follow me..' I just gaped at him, he was unbelievable. Why did I like that? It was like he matched me, toe to toe, and it was a matter of who would submit to the other's sass first. Bastard man... Either way, I followed him to the other room. God, this house was way bigger than it looked on the outside.

'Alright, fine. If you check your tone, I'll consider looking at your vinyl collection.' Han stopped dead in his tracks as I said that, whipping around to point at himself.

'Me? I need to check my tone? Look, little lady, I don't take too kindly to demands and orders in my own home... but I guess if I gotta, I'll tone it down.' I smiled softly at him, his face lit by dim lamps he left on before he went out. Either he was forgetful, or he left lights on for Chewie. If it was the latter, I'd be inclined to say that was endearing and sweet.

'Thank you.' I said it sweetly, looking up at him with best sweet face I could make, which really just caused him to roll his eyes. Han couldn't help but move out of my way, apparently. Because I let myself into the den, and he followed behind. I was so acutely aware of his presence behind me, it was unfair that he existed with such an energy that it made the hairs stand up on my neck.

'What do you like?' His voice was soft. Like he didn't let many people here and he was unsure of how to proceed. I shrugged, turning to look at him. He was much closer than I anticipated. He was close enough to appreciate how much bigger than me he was. I found myself forgetting what he even said, like the only thoughts I had was how his hair looked brushed back in a carefree way and how his beard looked scratchy enough to drive me crazy. With a deep inhale, I shook my head.

'Anything. I'm not being facetious, I genuinely like at least one song from any genre. Show me your favorite.' Whatever it was about that statement made him chuckle and tilt his head. I wished I could read his mind, desperately. He was such an enigma. Who was he? I found myself wanting to know everything from the time he wakes up to his favorite Ben and Jerry's flavor.. who would he vote for in the upcoming election? What was his go to drink on a hot summer's day? I swallowed back any questions as I watched him bend at the hips to scan his collection, I could see his back clearly through his shirt. The muscles along his spine, the curve of his body.. I mean, I still would thank Levi's for those jeans, they were made for him and his ass and thighs. I shook myself out of it as he stood, turning to face me. I read the sleeve he held up.

'The Mamas and the Papas? Really?' I laughed softly, shaking my head in disbelief. No one ever listened to them. I was so "different" for liking any of their music.

'Absolutely, California Dreamin' is one of the greatest songs ever.' He stepped to the record player, dropping the twelve inch vinyl on the turntable. I smiled, if hearts appeared in my eyes, I wouldn't be surprised. He fiddled with the tonearm until he got it to California Dreamin'. I was surprised to see him move subtly but gracefully to the music. I couldn't help but sway with him. It got to the verse I knew he loved the song for, who didn't love this verse. He came closer, dropping to his knees. I had the feeling he'd never be on his knees for anyone but himself.. but damn it, if he didn't look pretty on them.

Stopped into a church

I passed along the way

Well I got down on my knees-

'And I began to pray.'  He finished the line with this rasp that I couldn't begin to describe but if I wasn't slightly turned on before, I was now. God, what a showboat.

You know the preacher likes the cold

He knows I'm gunna stay

Han stood, giving me this entirely tempting smile. 'Yeah, you like them, but do you like them like that?' I could hear the instruments in the background as he stepped closer. He leaned down, holy shit he was going to kiss me?, but he pulled away. 'Wanna smoke?' God damn it. I nodded, trying to keep my cool.

'Yeah.. yeah I'll smoke.' He nodded, beelining for the couch. He dropped down, his long legs bent at the knees, they stood off the couch. He was too lanky for this couch. I hesitantly sat next to him, completely interested in how he rolled a joint. It seemed practiced, methodical. Rolling tray, grinder, grind some flower, grab a paper.. two mountains and a valley, twist, twist, twist, smooth.. but when it came to sealing the paper, he knew what he was doing. Oh, lord. His tongue left his lips, delicately but deliberately licking the adhesive before rolling one last time to seal it. He behaved like he had no idea, like he was so clueless to what he just did. There was a slight glint in his eye, as he passed me the joint, that was absolutely gorgeous and devious. He knew, in some compacity, what he was doing and the effect. How unfair, he was so simply enticing. No effort. He rolled a fucking joint, that shouldn't be as erotic as it was.

'You get the first toke.' God, he even spoke like a man out of time.. I grabbed it, taking the lighter he offered. The joint nearly slipped from my lips as his fingers brushed mine ever so subtly. I quickly lit the joint, inhaling deeply. Was this going to benefit him or me? Either way, I was eager to find out. My hand held out the joint to him, it was rolled perfectly, if I was honest. It was like a surgeon at work; no scars, no long lasting damage, just perfectly executed. He took it, French inhaling as he did. He told me 'gets you higher, promise.' I already knew that, but I'd humor him. He passed it back to me, and I french inhaled, feeling the smoke leave my mouth and burn my nostrils. I tried not to cough or let my eyes water, but he saw. I felt his hand on my back and I swear, it burned. I could feel how warm he was, it sent tingles down my spine. I shook my head slowly.

'Don't push yourself on my behalf, sweetheart.' He said it so soft, like he actually cared. I was too busy coughing then trying not to cough to really pay attention. I pressed myself against the back of the couch, I closed my eyes, seeing stars. I leaned my head against the back of it, because, fuck.. the world was spinning.

'You okay?' I tried to nod but I was so fucking high I couldn't feel anything. There was a disconnect from my brain to my body, all I knew was that I was coughing and my lungs burned. I felt him grab my wrists pulling them above my head.

'Keep your arms up, baby. Helps your lungs expand. Remember, you're breathing. You can breathe.. in and out. Breathe with me.' I struggled to follow his instructions, but even the bare minimum made me feel better. I managed a soft nod, breathing in with him then exhaled as he did. Rinse and repeat. Fuck, I was high. Too high. 'I'm sorry. I should've warned you. You probably think I did this on purpose. I didn't. Tell me when you want to leave and I'll get you home. Safe and sound.' I shook my head, breathing deeply and normally. He let my wrists go and I fought against myself to seek out that same warmth. I looked at him with half lidded eyes, shaking my head again.

'I'm okay, I'm good.' He smiled in response. He flicked the ashes onto the rolling tray, hitting it again. His drags off of things were heavenly. Like he was made to smoke. He was made to inhale and exhale delightful whisps of carbon dioxide. He was probably no good for me... but he had done nothing but be considerate and kind, regardless of his sarcasm and wit. Inevitably, I knew I had to check the time. I had class in the morning and I didn't want to start slacking now that it was my last semester of my senior year. He saw me check and looked away for a brief moment.

'You wanna go?' No. I don't. Not really.

'I have class in the morning..' I said the words softer than I expected, I really didn't want to leave. Han was cool, he smoked me out no questions asked.

'Ah, shit. I forgot. You a senior?' I nodded quickly, meeting his gaze. Was he always this close or am I just high? 'So, you're twenty..two?' I heard him ask, of course he should ask. It's the right thing to do.

'Twenty-two. Turning twenty-three. You?' He smiled softly, looking away.

'Too old for you, sweetheart.'

'That's not an answer.'

'Alright. I'm thirty-three.' I watched him with a sickenly interested gaze. He wasn't too old, eleven years was completely normal.. right? 'You shouldn't be thinking any of those thoughts, sweetheart. There's plenty of nice college boys out there for you.' I scoffed at the idea of it.

'I've had plenty of boyfriends and flings in my four years at college. They all suck. They're stupid and think they know everything.' That gets a real laugh out of him and all of a sudden, I want to make him laugh every day. It was such a nice laugh, not obnoxious.. just nice.

'What, I'm not stupid and think I know everything?' I wasn't sure if I was being tested by him or if he wanted a real answer.

'You don't seem stupid. You've only given the impression you know everything, not that you actually know everything. That's much better.'

'Is it? How's that?'

'Well, it's better to give the impression that you know things, rather than saying that you do. You don't say, you just do. I like that.' He nods with a thoughtful expression.

'What are you doing tomorrow?' That was sudden. I tried to think of something clever but all I could say was the obvious.

'Class.' I shrugged at my lame response. My eyes felt dry and itchy.

'Well.. what about after class?' I looked away, staring at my feet. Did he want to do something with me? I wasn't prepared for that.

'I.. nothing, really. Just... nothing.'

'You wanna get lunch?' Oh. He did want to do something. Shit. I could feel my heart race. I nodded, still looking at my feet. His carpet was so ugly, I could only describe it as brorange. Brown and orange. 'Okay, when is your class over?'

'I'm completely free around three.'

'Okay, I'll pick you up. Do you want me to take you home?'

'I don't wanna go, but I should.' He nodded, standing. Han held his hand out to help me off the couch. His hand dwarfed mine and he pulled me nearly into his chest. I had to place my hand on it and he smiled, I steadied myself with a blush. Fuck, he had a strong chest. I felt his hand grab my waist to help me keep my balance. This was.. dangerous territory, I should've moved away. I really should've, but I was glued to the spot.

'Thank you.' I blushed even more seeing him look down at me like that. There was just something about the way he looked at me. Like I was all that he wanted. He looked hungry.

'Oh, ain't nothin'. Don't worry.' He reluctantly let go, stepping back. He looked over at Chewie, who had been sleeping on the otherside of the room on a slightly too small bed. He whistled at him and Chewie stood, stretching for a long moment. 'Wanna come with, boy? Do you mind?' He asked me, I was slightly taken aback by the consideration. I shook my head, smiling at him.

'Go ahead, he's cute, he can tag along.'

'Am I cute?' He asked back, how do I say 'You're the hottest man I've ever met in my entire life and I would fuck you right now' without sounding crazy?

'You're alright.' I gave him a teasing smile, he grinned back.

'You're cute when you blush. I like that.' Huh? I'm fairly certain my brain shut down. No, I think I just heard the windows error noise over and over in my head.

'That's sweet of you, Han.' I looked anywhere but him as he hooked Chewie's leash to his collar. He gave me that look again.

'I like the way you say my name..' a shiver ran down my spine. I felt hot, like I was going to spontaneously combust on the spot. I didn't say anything as we went to the door. That didn't have to mean anything, people can say that, sometimes a voice sounds nice saying certain words. I kept telling myself that, because there's certainly no way he thinks I'm attractive in the same magnitude I think he's attractive.. Han opened the door for me, I caught his gaze for a brief moment, it was always intense. His brows pulled together slightly in a way that made him look confused, like he didn't know why I stopped and stared at him. Like he didn't know what he was doing to me, I refused to believe that for a fraction of a second. I just stepped out the doorway and across the porch as he shut the door behind himself. 'Y'allright?' That was the second time tonight he had asked and this time I had to lie.

'Yeah, sorry.. just stoned out of my gourd.' I was high, but how do you tell someone you just met that you're completely enamored with him? You don't or else you look insane. I just open his gate and we step out to the sidewalk. It's dark now, darker than before, if that was even possible. The walk was mostly silent, both of us high enough to enjoy the silence. His boots sounded louder on the pavement than when we walked together earlier, I watched his steps. He walked with this purposeful swagger. The way he carried himself was carefree, loose.. but he had such intention behind his movements. He didn't even stop walking when he took out a cigarette and lit it. He flicked the zippo shut with a clink before pocketing it again. I could see my apartment in the distance, I already worried about saying goodbye. Our shoulders bumped for half a second, I fought the urge to flinch, he was strong and broad.. that made it incredibly hard to ignore bumping into him. The simplest of actions brought out the most violent reactions. Teases, hints, whispers of what his body was capable of. What he was capable of. I tried to not think about his arms pulling me close, what it would be like to grip them for dear life.. I was a goner.

'Right here, yeah?' He pointed with his fingers again, I stared at the cigarette perched between them. I hadn't wanted a cigarette in a long time, but looking at his cigarette made me want to smoke with a new found fervor. My tongue swiped across my lips as I looked where he pointed.

'Y-yeah.. Can I get a drag before you go?' He gave me that crooked grin, his eyes flashed with amusement.

'Sure, little lady.' He passed me the cigarette and I put it to my lips. Immediately I tasted him on the filter, my eyes fluttered at the thought of tasting him for real. Made my knees weak and my heart flutter in that way when you're anxiously excited for something. It felt like right before the big drop on some absurd coaster at a theme park. It felt dangerous, but it couldn't really be all that bad. My fingers trembled as the warm smoke scorched my lungs in that familiar way. It reminded me of summer nights with my friends, before we all split for college. I don't even know what half of them are up to now. I handed it back to him, exhaling deeply. His hands were so so enticing as his fingers plucked the cigarette from mine. His fingertips were rough, I tried to imagine them on my thighs or mine stomach, all the soft, sensitive parts of me.

'I'll call you tomorrow.' The way he said it made me believe him. He'd call and we'd get lunch tomorrow afternoon. I smiled up at him and he took a step closer. He was magnetic, I matched the step closer.

'Sounds like a date- a plan. Sounds like a plan.' I blushed again, looking away. He moved his hand to my chin, tilting my face back to him. It felt electric, amazing, he had this way of controlling the situation. His fingers lit my skin desperately, my nerve endings had gone haywire. He shook his head, his smile fading softly as he leaned closer.

'It can be a date.' His voice was low, it was only us on this dark street. No reason to not whisper. I couldn't breathe, I died and went to some sick and twisted version of heaven. He leaned in slowly, inching painfully closer, painfully slow.

'What are you doing?' I rushed the words out, they were soft and shaky. 'I think you're making a mistake.'

He shook his head slightly, briefly flashing that smile as he chuckled. 'Trust me, I'm a nice man.' I blinked at him, completely pliable to his advances.

'Yeah, but-' He cut me off, his plush lips pressed to mine. It was slow, gentle, not what I expected him to kiss like. His scruff was just the right amount of scratchy against my face, I instinctively held his face. I couldn't think, there were no thoughts, no coherent ones. My brain went silent the second I felt his hands grip my waist. I exhaled into the kiss and he got hungier. His kisses grew in passion, like he was starving and I'd keep him fed and alive for another day. He tugged me closer, our hips pressed into each other which gave me enough for my imagination to run wild with. He pulled away, unfortunately. I wanted to die the second he did. He wasn't far away from my lips and I could close the gap, did he want me to? I would, oh, I would for him. I hesitantly brushed my lips against his, which he returned softly.

'I.. uh.. that was.. I- wow.' I ran a hand through my hair, trying to get the wrinkles in my brain to work, form words to make sentences but shit. Nothing happened.

'Did I kiss you stupid?' He teases softly, that made me roll my eyes so hard I swear I saw the brain that wasn't working right.

'Shut up. I'll see you tomorrow, maybe.' I pulled away, petting Chewie, who had just been sitting patiently. 'Bye, Chewie.'

'Maybe? Darlin', I'll be seein' ya.' I look back for a moment and I see him grinning wide, he's the cat that caught the mouse.

'You better not leave me hanging. Goodnight, Han.'

'Goodnight, sweetheart.'

-

The apartment wasn't dark when I opened the door. In fact, my whole friend group sat around the living room as I walked in. They were all looking at me, God, I was too high for this shit. They all looked worried. Great.

'Where have you been?' Sofia, who was the overbearing mom friend of the group asked. She even looked like a mom, legs crossed, arms crossed, sat in a chair wearing a robe. God damn. I shook my head, waving her off.

'Out. I left the party, went on a walk.' They were not buying it. In fact, they looked even more angry.

Aubrey followed me with her eyes, they were narrowed and suspicious. 'This didn't have anything to do with that older guy at the party? You both left at almost the same time, if I recall correctly.' Aubrey was always unnecessarily wary and cautious. She was under the impression I was up to no good. We definitely had a more strained friendship than everyone else. I clenched my jaw, shaking my head.

'Are we playing twenty fuckin' questions here?' I didn't want to snap, but these people dragged me to a party I didn't want to be at, then got mad I left and made my own fun. 'Look, I don't get on your asses about frat hopping, so don't get on my case if I don't want to do that.' That really set them off. Really the dynamic here barely worked, we had to be friends because we were roommates in this college campus apartment. We had no choice but to be friends or else it'll be mutually assured destruction. No roommates, no college, no degree, all because some girls couldn't get along? Pretty common occurrence, apparently, you'd be surprised.

'We're not playing twenty questions, we were worried!' Jaime was always the mediator, she always smoothed shit out one way or another. Quite the pacifist. She was the easiest one to get along with and arguably the only one I'd confidently call my friend.

'If you were so worried, how come no one called?' I held my phone up, checking to confirm that there were no calls.

'Please, you reek of weed. Where were you, with that drug dealer? God, he's fucking weird and so are you for even talking to him.' That hurt. Thanks, Aubrey. I couldn't help it, I pointed at her, nearly seething.

'I don't judge you for fucking frat row, don't judge me for the company I keep.' This was going so well, it was amazing. Honestly, it couldn't be better. I had already considered moving out, asking my parents for help, anything. This year had been really hard because of the messy roommate-frenemies situation, it was literally September. I graduate in winter, this was my last semester. 'I'm going to bed.' I left them all in the living room looking like fish, bulging eyes and open mouths. I refrained from slamming my door, but I muttered the whole time I got ready for bed.

Who did they think they were? They give attention to smarmy dudes who literally only want one thing. Shit, Helena got dumped by one guy because his friend group all dumped their girlfriends. Come to think of it, Helena didn't say anything during that whole tiff. Not surprising, she was the least involved in the drama that was five young women trapped in an apartment together. I'm fairly certain they all were the mean girl at their high school, which was the exact person who gave me hell in high school. What's mind boggling is that shit doesn't end in high school, apparently.

I laid in bed, staring at my phone. It was late. I could call my mom tomorrow and just cry to her but then I would be infantilized and that would make me feel worse. I was just about to close my phone and just go to bed when I got a notification. A text, no one texts me. Well, not a lot. It wasn't any of my roommates, trying to lick my wounds and suck up.

'You up?'

I assumed it was Han, but numbers get passed around in college like a digital STD. I waited, not responding.

'It's Han.' ThankGod.

'Yeah.'

'Thinking of me?;)'

'No.'

'Ouch.'

'My roommates gave me shit. Not in the mood.'

'Want me to beat them up?'

'🙄No, Han, they're stupid college girls. And I hate them. But no acts of violence.'

'Yeah, I don't beat up girls.'

'Good to know.'

'What if I cheered you up?'

'How?'

'Idk you tell me. You're the one bummed out.'

'A kiss would be nice.'

'💋'

'Duuuuuumb goodNIGHT Han.'

'Dream of me, will ya?'

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help it when I blushed. God, he was infuriating but so charming and dare I say cute? I closed my phone, turning the light out and preparing to fall into a dreamland my weed soaked brain conjured up.

-

I wasn't prepared when I woke up. Not for the day, not for school.. not for life, at this point. The apartment was empty because all the girls had morning classes that started at eight. Dummies, nine o'clocks were where it was at. I stretched, grabbing my phone, checking my notifications. Han texted me. Wow.

'Good morning, cutie. Still on for 3? I hope so. Also Chewie says hi.' He had attached a photo of Chewie spread out on his bed, looking ridiculously comfortable. I couldn't blame him, sleeping next to Han was probably delightful. I didn't respond immediately because I was a bit shocked that he had texted me so early and so soon. That wasn't like a guy would normally do. Well, not college guys... Han was grown. Mature.. okay well, not mature. Just.. older. He knew what he wanted, clearly he didn't want to play games. I just got ready for school, trying to push him from my brain until after class. My first class was three hours of dull. The professor lectured on and on, it was sleep inducing. It should be called melatonin 102 and not advanced calculus. I suffered through it, then I had class at one, it was much shorter and more interesting. By the end of class I forgot that I had to text Han back. I muttered a quick 'fuck' under my breath and texted him. Nice thing about college, they didn't really care if you had to send a text in class.

'Yeah, sorry, was busy with class.'

'Aren't you still in class?'

'Maybe.'

'Naughty.'

I hid my face for a few seconds, recovering before I faced my classmates, like they knew what Han just texted me. The class finished twenty minutes later and I scurried out of it. I wanted to go drop my stuff off and change. When I got back to the apartment, it was still empty. thank you, Jesus. I was still bitter about last night. I didn't feel like facing them again. I changed quickly, pulling on a hoodie but keeping my jeans and chucks on. Han texted me again.

'Where am I snagging you, sweet thing?'

'Are you always going to call me stuff like that?'

'Until you ask me to stop. Want me to stop?'

'... no.'

'Okay then where am I getting you?'

'Same place you dropped me off, I'll be outside.'

'You got it.'

I literally ran out there, Han was a two minute drive down the street. I waited on the sidewalk, contemplating what I was even doing? This man had me totally interested, but I couldn't read his vibe. Was he interested? Was this a sick game he played? I hadn't heard any rumors about him, which inevitably the girls would've tacked on last night. They knew everything about everyone every time. I wasn't sure they weren't psyops. All I knew about Han was that he was hot, made me feel alive, and that he was really, really cool. He pulled up in a Chevy Bel Air, which promptly dropped my jaw. I knew enough about cars from my dad and grandfather to know that this was a cool car. I immediately opened the door and dropped into the car.

'You drive a Bel Air?'

'You know cars?'

'I know enough, enough to know that this is a bitchin' car. Damn.' The look he gave me was best described as cartoon heart eyes. He had this dumb smile on his face, he shook himself out of it after a second.

'Lord, you're gunna kill me, girl.'

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Helpless part 15, every single warning should be listed on this one

Warning/taking abt sh

Warning/taking about rape

Warning/underage drinking/smoking

Warning/talks about suicide

I think that's all but I'm not sure

Annaneth was standing behind the door, "Oh, hey. What are you doing here?"

"I was bored and also Kayla's looking for you."

"Why?"

"She forced Will to take the day off but he said you still have half a day in the infirmary so she's plotting to kidnap you."

"Course she is, um...Annabeth."

"Yeah?"

"Do you...know how to do eyeliner?" Nico asked fiddling with his fingers.

"Yup."

"Can you teach me?"

"Sure, let me guess Piper gave it to you?"

"How did you...?"

"I have my ways." Annabeth grinned before walking inside, "Why does it smell like smoke in here?" Nico ignored the question and handed her the eyeliner, "The first one easy enough, just getting the second one to match is annoying."

"Alright." Nico half whispered before being half pushed on the bed. Annabeth knelt down in front of him and started drawing a line.

"Nico stop moving so much, I'm on the verge of messing up."

"Shit sorry."

"I mean you'll be the victim."

"I guess so." The son of Hades laughed,

"I'll show you how to do it yourself in the mirror, anything else you want me to show you?"

"Honestly half the things in the box I have no clue how to use."

"Lucky for you I have nothing to do today."

"Thanks Annabeth." The two got up, walking towards the mirror but Annabeth tripped over something. "Are you alright?!" he asked kneeling down beside her,

"Yeah I'm fine, just what's this?" She asked not waiting for a response before lifting up the floorboard, the box had been left open and unlocked. "Nico what's this about?" The daughter of Athena sifted though the box seeing everything Nico had desperately tried to hide, oh shit, he thought to himself. "Nico why do you have alcohol and cigarettes hidden under your floorboards?" Tears fell from his eyes, his breathing was short.

"Please don't tell anyone." He curled up. Annabeth grabbed his shaking hand,

"I won't." She pulled him forward into a hug, stroking his hair.

"It... helps- me cope." Annabeth tightened the hug letting the small boy cry into her shoulder.

"It's not healthy but I won't judge, it's better than what I did. But how much?"

"Not that often, I'm... better than I was a couple years ago."

"When did this...?"

"I was maybe twelve, it was the only thing that made me feel okay. Then... something happened and... well I-I wasn't so keen on not being drunk or high while I was alone." She ran her fingers through his hair.

"Do you want to tell me or not?"

"What did you do to cope?" Nico asked desperately trying to change the topic, she rolled up her sleeve.

"After Percy went missing and when we all thought he died, I... almost jumped once."

"Do you want to tell me?"

"He'd been missing for so long, practically no hope in finding him. I was depressed and half dead, thought I would finish it off."

"What made you stop?"

"Someone else was there, for the same reason I was. We talked each other out of it, I'm so happy we could save each other."

"Who?"

"I'll let them tell you that story if they want to."

"It was around a year ago, after the battle of Manhattan. Got drunk and high, I was walking around trying to not feel anything. I could barely walk, got stabbed with a needle, woke up an hour later. Well I think you can put two and two together. Anyways can you please teach me to do makeup now? It scares me."

"Ghost king scared of doing makeup, sure let's go. But I'll be making sure you're okay and not getting addicted."

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This and the last chapter we're meant to be one lmao

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