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sporadicbeans82 · 1 month

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Take Care || Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: You interact with a lost child after a match, and Alexia thinks her ovaries may burst.

Warnings: A swear word, a tiny bit of angst if you squint, a little bit of fluff, insinuation of sexual content

Word Count: 3.2k words

You wander up to the barrier, a sharpie in hand. The calls for your name are, as always, nearly overwhelming. The bright Barça colors on flags and shirts and jerseys and hats have you beaming with pride, but they were incredibly distracting.

You were making your rounds around the stadium after your win against Real Madrid, signing peoples’ jerseys and signs and various other items which were thrown rather unceremoniously at you. Your girlfriend, Alexia, was at your side, which probably worked to excite the people further.

Alexia always managed to calm you down after matches, lowering your nerves and the pounding adrenaline which had been coursing through your veins throughout each match. The other woman worked to bring you down despite the screams and cries of your name from the Barcelona fans in the stands. It was unintentional for the most part, but she was aware of the calming effect she had on you. Therefore, after each game she often would take ahold of your wrist and tug you around with her to sign things.

The two of you worked well together, chattering amongst yourselves in a mix of English and Spanish in a way that had become a post-match ritual.

It was, of course, something which you’d missed since Alexia had been injured. Now that she was back, the way that the two of you flowed with each other so well was something that you appreciated even more.

You slid behind her, hands on her hips for just a moment as you leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Voy… I’m going to go over there.”

Usually, Alexia encourages you to speak Spanish. However, you were still new to the language, and new to the team, and it was certainly a work in progress. Halfway through most of your sentences, you seemed to abandon any pretense of the other language.

One of your hands lifted from where they rested comfortingly on Alexia’s body to point at a portion of the stands a few yards away. The woman was protective of you, and as much as she trusted and loved the fans which had stood behind her for years, you knew that they had the tendency to get rowdy. You had seen many of the videos that circulated the internet, of fans being disrespectful and rude towards players.

Therefore, you had a tendency to show and let Alexia know where you’d be– it was a buddy system of sorts for you and your girlfriend.

Alexia nodded, eyes scanning the area before she pressed a kiss against your cheek. As you began to make your way over, you squawked as you felt a hand smacking gently against the back of your head, and heard Alexia’s cheeky laugh from behind you. You resisted the urge to turn and stick your tongue out rather childishly, resigned to smile gently to yourself instead.

Alexia was somewhat of a bully– she was always stealing your stuff and holding it above your head, making you earn it back with a kiss. Or she was sneaking up behind you and mussing up your hair, or smacking your bum as you walked past her. It was something which you were quick to learn that Alexia loved, and had quickly become something that made you laugh no matter the time.

As you made your way over to the other section of the stands, you tried to pick out a few specific fans to interact with. There was someone holding a sign with your name, and you signed that for them with a small smile.

Then, the first item was thrown at you. It was a towel, red and blue in the Barcelona colors, and you were quick to toss the item back. However, another item was thrown your way, and then another.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a few members of security making their ways over. Their hands were waving above their heads in what should have been a universal sign for “stop”. However, their shouts were drowned out by one of the many fans which pushed up against the wall to try to interact with you.

Alexia had taken notice of what was going on as well as one of the fans whose shirt she was signing pointed out your panicked form. She was quick to thank them, handing them back their shirt before running towards you as well.

There was now a flurry of items being slid down the barrier. You caught a phone before it could plummet to its technological death on the ground below, setting it back onto the guardrail for someone to grab when they could. and the cries of your name were, once again, nearly overwhelming.

So much so that you nearly miss the weeping child being pressed harshly up against the barrier.

If you listened closely, you could hear their panicked cries for help that came from the childs’ chattering mouth. Their eyes were closed tightly, hands clutching desperately at the top of the railing as though they were trying to crawl out.

Their dark hair was pulled into two tiny pigtails on the back of their head which, if you’d had the time to take in more, you would have thought was absolutely adorable.

You’re moving quickly, with jilted shouts in a tongue which is not your own, trying arduously to get the fans to move. They were crushing the poor kid, who may have been only three or four years of age.

Five, maybe. No matter the language you used, the fans had been worked up into a frenzy. Thankfully, security had noticed the situation as well and began to hop over the barrier, working at moving the crowd.

As the crowd was pressed back, you took the risk and used your agility to hop the barrier as well, scooping the kid up and into your arms. The child wrapped their small limbs around you, nearly choking you with how hard they grasped at your neck.

“I’ve got you. Tengo te. It’s okay. Está bien. Va a estar bien, cariño.” You work your voice in a soothing manner, much gentler with the way you approach and ease your way over the barrier now that precious cargo is entangled in your arms.

Your Spanish is awful, as bad as Keira’s, and you desperately hope the child can understand that they’re okay over your harsh English accent and your inability to roll your “r’s” despite Alexia’s best attempts at teaching you over the years.

Now that the child was safe, you were able to take in their features a little bit more. They wore a white jersey, one which was the signature of Real Madrid, and their shaking hands clutched tightly at the neckline of your own jersey.

The kid had buried their face into your chest, whimpering out rapid fire Spanish. You had no idea what they were saying, but you didn’t need to know the translations to figure out that the kid was terrified.

You remembered something your mother had used to do when you were scared, and so your hand began to stroke gently at their back. You began to comfort them in what little Spanish you knew, mostly repeating the same basic phrases and humming a little to the tune of the victory soundtrack which was playing throughout the stadium.

You could feel the kid slowly relaxing further into your arms, the shaking grip that the had on your jersey loosening until their hands moved altogether. They pulled away from you, curious brown eyes taking you in.

Her brows furrowed in a stark contrast to the rest of her childishly vulnerable features.

“Estás bien?” You asked, and the girl nodded slowly, although she still looked perplexed.

“Mi papa dice que- you’re shit!” You nearly choked at the sudden English swear words coming from the kids’ mouth. Her accent was, quite literally, all over the place in a way that had you fighting back laughter.

“Is that so?” You asked.

“Sí.” The kid responded, managing to cross her arms over her chest as she leaned back in your arms.

You supposed she was repeating words that her parents had taught her, if the white Real Madrid jersey that she was dressed in was anything to go by. The entire situation had become, rather suddenly, comical as you fought to keep your smile and laugh at bay.

“Te gustaría jugar fútbol conmigo?” You knew how to say that, the question coming out rather easily compared to the other ones as you spoke.

The girl gave you the once over, her large eyes incredibly judgemental in a way that had you wondering if you’d stolen her stuffed animal without knowing it.

Finally, she nodded and you set her down. Having been by your side throughout the conversation, Alexia was quick to kick a football over to the girl. You gave the other woman a thankful glance, one which she returned before focusing her gaze on the child again.

The girl practically ignored Alexia, however, in favor of kicking the ball your way. Apparently, the girl was not a huge fan of La Reina, much to your amusement. The girl kept sending scowls towards your girlfriend, kicking the ball much harder towards Alexia than she did to you. Just as Alexia was Blaugrana to her blood, the little girl was Madridista to her core.

Gently, you kicked the ball back. The two of you went on like that for a few moments before she began to try to show off in a way that children would do.

She attempted to kick the ball up, but ended up kicking it in another direction. You jogged to grab the ball, before kicking it back to the kid. The little girl giggled, a smile on her face as the two of you continued kicking the ball.

You weren’t aware of the predicament you were putting your girlfriend in, who stood to the side with her hands on her hips, observing the two of you with a fond smile on her lips.

Alexia had never wanted kids before, but as she watched you interact with the girl in the white jersey of their enemies, she swore her ovaries were going to burst.

The way you were interacting so gently and kindly with the child had her wondering what you would look like in front of your shared house one day, kicking a ball with children of your own. She thought that you would be a good mother one day.

Suddenly, Alexia wanted a future with you, wanted to have a house and children and a life built up around the two of you. She wanted it all, the feelings she felt nearly overpowering her other senses.

She was so distracted that she was barely able to dodge out of the way of the football which was kicked, rather accidentally, at her face. The ball bounced off of her shoulder, and she looked over to you with a little smile on her face. You glanced at her sheepishly, looking apologetic as Alexia kicked the ball back towards you.

The three of you went on like that, keeping the child calm and entertained with the ball while the security team worked hard to locate the child’s parents. It took another few minutes before the security team came back, with two adults trailing after them, both of which were sporting the white Real Madrid jerseys that their child adorned.

As soon as they caught sight of their child, the mother was shouting words in Spanish far too quickly for you to comprehend before she was bounding towards the kid. The kid turned, a large smile on her face as she cried out for her mother. The two embraced, with the mom picking up her kid into her arms and hugging her tightly.

You looked at Alexia, only to realize that the older girl had already been looking at you.

“What?” You questioned, rather confused by the way the blonde woman was gazing at you, as if you’d hung the stars in the sky. Alexia blushed at the prospect of being caught, quick to bite back.

“Nada.” The other woman responded, and you rolled your eyes playfully at her. The look you’d given your girlfriend earned you a gentle smack to your arm, and this time you couldn’t resist sticking your tongue out at her.

“Vuelve a poner tu lengua antes de que yo le dé un mejor uso.” You only managed to grasp a basic understanding of the sentence, enough to know she’d made a comment about your tongue.

A blush coated your cheeks, and you furrowed your brows at her as you tried to figure out just what your girlfriend had said about your tongue. Instead of responding to your gaze, the woman lifted her hand and gently smoothed the crease between your brows with her thumb. You shook your head at her, and Alexia just winked at you.

You knew that the fans in the stands would be having a field day with this interaction, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to care as you gazed upon the most gorgeous woman you’d ever met. You wondered, briefly, how you could have been so lucky to fall in love with someone so good.

“Gracias, muchísimas gracias.” You heard someone say, and glanced over to see the girl and her parents looking at both you and Alexia. You allowed Alexia to respond, as you didn’t know how much you could get by with a response.

“De nada. Ella era muy buena.” Alexia responded, before the small family was escorted away. You noticed the way that the mother had taken ahold of her child’s hand, and smiled gently as the girl was trying to tug away. The little girls’ gaze was curious as she tried to stoop down to grab something from the turf. It was no wonder how the girl had escaped from her parents’ sight in the first place!

Before the family was even out of sight, Alexia was pulling you away and towards the locker rooms.

“What?” You asked, confused at her sudden urgency. Alexia just gave you a look, and you were silenced by the utter yearning in the woman’s eyes.

It took you a few seconds longer to realize why the woman was suddenly looking at you like her next meal, and it was now your turn to blush. Your cheeks were as red as a tomato as Alexia urged you to change quickly, promising that the two of you would shower at home.

Your teammates watched on humorously as you and the other girl were quick to change and leave the locker room. It was no wonder what the two of you were up to. Just as your back disappeared out the entryway, Mapi was passing a bit of money over to a beaming Ingrid, who laughed a little bit as her girlfriend groaned.

The car drive home was utterly insufferable, with Alexia’s large hand covering your thigh and stroking at the skin she could find over your shorts. You resisted the urge to move her hand where you suddenly needed her, concerned with how quickly the woman had gotten you worked up by just simply putting her hand on your thigh.

Alexia, too, was concerned by just how utterly quickly she was melting in the driver’s seat. So much so that she contemplated pulling over right then and there and having her way with you, but she decided against it as she slowly sped up, just a little bit, so that the two of you could get home a bit faster.

You were sure that you’d simply implode if you had to wait any longer. The second that Alexia pulled into the car park, you were fumbling with the seatbelt and the door. Alexia put the car in park and turned it off, deciding that your bags could sit in the car for now in favor of snagging you before you could make your way over to your front door.

You giggled as the girl pulled you into her arm, planting several kisses against the skin of your neck and cheek and forehead– anything that she could reach, really. It was soft, the moment causing your heart to flutter in a way that made you ever more eager to pull the girl into your arms and wreck her in every way that she’d let you.

You wanted to be hers, to remind her why you loved her so, and your hands shook as you struggled with the door handle. Finally, Alexia was grabbing both of your wrists with her hand, unlocking the door with her own steadier hand and walking in. She tugged you after her, pressing you up against the wall as she kicked the door open closed with one of her feet.

She pressed against you, a little whimper exiting her parted lips as they skirted upwards against the skin of your neck. She was so warm against you, her hands wandering under your shirt and running along the skin of your sides, causing you to shiver rather pleasantly.

She captured your lips on her own, claiming your bottom lip and sucking on it gently as she slid a thigh between yours. She flexed the muscle there, pressing firmly against you. It was almost too much and, somehow, not enough all at the same time.

“Tan bonita, mi amor.” Alexia uttered against your skin, voice slightly muffled as she pressed another kiss to your lips. You struggled to keep up with her pace, nearly breathless as one of her hands grasped your breast and squeezed. You arched your back, pressing against her even more as your head fell back against the wall with a weak moan falling from your mouth.

Alexia didn’t miss a beat, moving to press even more kisses against your neck. You were thankful for the fact that you were given an off day tomorrow, knowing that you would be showing a few marks from your time with Alexia the next morning.

Her breaths were warm, yours loud as Alexia continued to press passionate kisses against your neck. She sucked against the skin there, soothing it with her tongue before nipping at another piece of your skin with her teeth. Her ministrations drew animalistic noises from you, and you knew you were a pathetic mess beneath her hands.

Then, Alexia was drawing away from you, and you were stunned at the loss of contact. The girls’ eyes surveyed you, dark with lust, before she tapped your legs. Just as you jumped, the girl caught her hands beneath you, and you wrapped your legs around her. She pressed more kisses against your lips as she began to walk towards the bedroom.

The two of you took a few detours, as Alexia pressed you up against a table, a wall, and even your couch. She ravaged your lips and neck, teasing you and making you beg for her before she finally took you to the bedroom.

There, she made sure to show you how you’d made her feel, intent on showing you just how badly she needed you and wanted you all through the night.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #alexia putellas x reader #woso one shot #harper writes

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pinkieglitterheart · 2 years

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Short Prompt

(cw: blood, knife )

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Hero panicked, they frantically looked around the room for a weapon they could use. Grasping at it tightly, they put it Infront of themselves then tried to reason with the other. Maybe if they get him to believe their on his side he'd let them go and they can get back to their teammates.

Villian glared at them. He wasn't giving them a second to think and moved closer in a quick shadow movement Infront of them.

"Please! I gave you want you wanted, don't kill me!" Hero cried out, a tremble in their voice.

He looked at the trembling Hero , villian smiled a little. "Oh I won't be killing you love. You are to important for that~." He said, "I still need you alive."

Hero wasn't sure how to respond but before they could do anything. a deep clawed shadow wrapped around their wrist slipping the knife out and into the hands of villian who chuckled softly. The shadows wrapped around their other hand and tighten around both as the criminal approached them.

"Wait don't-" Hero tried. Then a scream erupted from their throat as the knife was pressed against it. Blood trickling down their neck, they breath heavy then pulled and yanked at the restraints against their arms to try getting out of the shadow claws.

The criminal pressed a finger into their cut. It stung from the touch causing the Hero to flinch away and whimper. They haven't notice the lack of claws around their hands till they were moved to their side and behind them as the Villian ties them together with rope.

He tills their head up so he can look at their eyes, moving his hand to their cheek and smearing the blood over it. Lightly touching it with the tips of his fingers, moving their head to the side studying them.

Hero then put their hands on the Villian's and tried to move the knife away , just only to meet a growl and the blade getting pressed further into their skin cutting deeper. He used his claws to grab their hands stopping any further attempts dead in their trades, pulling them above the Hero's head harshly.

"Ah ah little Hero, I wouldn't do that if I were you~" Villian purred lowly into their ear, making their body involuntarily shiver over.

#writing #writing prompt #villian and hero #villian x hero #pinkie writes #short prompt #writing community #hero x villain prompt #hero x villain community #non-human villian #monster villain #hm tags?#villian #hero #hero x villain #whump #prompt #whump writing #harper writes

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harper44 · 2 years

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Overdrive

Accelerate but make it Karlnap

Part 1: Don't Fall

#karlnap #sapnap #karl jacobs #karlnap fanfiction #fanfic #smut #inspired by accelerate #harper writes

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harpers-ocs · 2 years

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TW - Implied animal harm and train injury

“AND STAY OUT!” The door probably would’ve fallen off of its hinges if it was slammed any harder

The young dark haired man stood still for quite a while. It felt like hours had passed before he finally decided to start moving. ‘I love my mother. I love my mother. My mother is a very nice woman.’ He repeated over and over in his head.

It was getting harder to believe.

The man stopped in his tracks after walking quite a distance once he found a phone box. He inserted the money patiently waited.

‘Hey there, I’m not available right now but if it’s something important I’d appreciate you leaving a message!’

“Stupid bloody time difference.” He muttered under his breath as he waited for the beep “Hey , it’s me again. Sorry for calling you at this hour, I forgot about time differences. Look, I’m heading down the London and I’ll explain when I’m there. See you then.” He put down the phone and sighed “…ok, this is fine. You’ll be fine, you’ve been saving up for a plane ticket… but I can’t walk there.”

The man didn’t hate the train. Quite the opposite really. What he hated was the people on the train. Their constant chatter, their loudness, they way they just stare… it all made him wish he was dead.

He didn’t know how long he walked, but it was getting darker by the time he was actually able to see it.

The floor beneath him creaked as he stepped on it, almost like he was in a horror movie. ‘I’d prefer a horror movie right about now in all honesty.’ He thought. Nobody else was there but the a worker was stood at their post so the man asked for a ticket and was given one. And then, he finally let himself sit down.

‘…alright. Going off to London, sleeping on my best friends couch. Really living the dream here.’

He could feel himself eye roll with his own thoughts.

“Mrow!”

Hm?

A hissing sound.

He looked up but there was nothing.

And then he felt the bite

“OW- what the-“

As he moved his bitten hand away he looked at his side and froze. A cat. Why was he all that surprised? The sounds made sense considering. But reasons unexplainable, this cat intrigued him.

It’s fur was grey and scraggy but the most captivating thing about that cat was it’s eyes.

Purely yellow with black slits. They had a glow to them.

“…hello?” He muttered before laughing to himself slightly “God… I really have gone bloody mad, talking to a cat!” He sighed, glancing at the cat again. If it was just a cat, then why did it look as if it was listening? “You hungry?” He asked and didn’t wait for an answer. He passed the cat a bread crumb from the sandwich in his bag and smiled as the creature chewed away on it.

“I’m Morgan. Morgan Daes… do you have a name?” The man asked, looking at the cats neck. No collar… must’ve been a stray.

When the cat finished its food, Morgan couldn’t help but notice something in its face. It was as if the cat was grinning, and not a pleasant grin either. Like the Cheshire Cat but evil-er. It looked hungry for more.

He paused, then sighed “Here, have the whole sandwich. I’ll get a snack on the train.”

The cat was more than happy, devouring the meal in front of it. Morgan felt himself smile. He wasn’t the type of person to have such a simple creature as a favourite animal however he did have a certain soft spot for cats. He’d rather have one over a dog, so that probably says plenty.

It felt as if he only had to blink before the cat scurried off. He looked around slightly, the cats fur colour making it hard to see it in the dark.

But all he had to do was look forward to see where it was headed.

The cat was on the tracks. Did that rhyme? It felt like a rhyme. Wait, why was that the first thought in his head? Why does it matter why should he care why does he care why are the thoughts starting. His mind made up things that weren’t real. Were they real? One man can’t predict the future yet the image of what could happen to this cat disturbed him far too much.

“Sir-! Sir, please step back-“

Why was someone telling him to step back? Why, because he had moved of course. Not that he remembered but he had definitely moved.

The cat was still. Was it even real? It looked shocked.

“You should move kitty- move out the way-“

Morgan was one of those men who don’t take their own advice, even at times where he absolutely should.

The last thing he heard was a mix of yelling and horns and screeching. He felt light behind him, but to turn around? Why, that would be silly.

He knows what times the trains come and go

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counting-decades · 2 years

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title: Let the music find you

cw: none needed.

(a note: my writing isn't really great so if it's hard to understand or read something then I apologize.)

summary: Axis is nervous as he is getting ready to go on stage, his manager Emily helps him with the stage and they hear news about a creature attack.

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The screams were loud as the crowd was cheering for the performance of the musician and he was a bit nervous to play. He went to his manager to ask her if he needed to adjust anything like his tie or suit. She grabbed his shoulders gently as she spoke, "you'll do great Axis, I know you well! You're the most famous musician in this town there is so you'll do great!" Emily reassured.

He simled at her warmly, "thank you Emily, I appreciate it a lot! I'm just nervous is all and I'm not sure if they are gonna like me here. this is a new town and all.” Axis said.

"Don't worry," her voice conveyed confidence, "you will have your moment here soon, you just need to do your thing and it will be fine."

Axis nods and sits down to perform the first song, "Ok, ok, okay! Let's start with the first number, Miss America!" The loud crowd cheered as he started his performance with an old classic song from the 80's. He was a good singer and a great dancer and he did it all without any mistake or mistake of his own.

Emily moved to the side, "Axis you're going to be fine!" she smiled as she watched him.

The crowd laughed at his performance and soon he sang the whole show and the crowd loved it. He was charming and his gestures were well-thought out and seemed natural. It was as if he was a seasoned performer in a theater who was familiar with every detail of the stage. The last performance of the night was for the most important of people.

The party was about to begin. Everyone was enjoying the free flowing drinks and their music and dancing and watching the people in the background. The florist place had their tables and chairs all set up and each table had a caterer for food and drink. The crew was waiting for their own cue and their moment to shine.

Emily smiled at the orchestra as they were ready to start their first show.

The orchestra started and each musician got ready and then they started playing their instruments in sync with each other. The instruments and sounds were loud as they played their music for the crowd.

Axis saw that the excited crowd was cheering at them while they played and was confident that they were going to be popular in the next few hours. He was happy and enjoyed the fact that all the hard work that he put into the years was finally paying off. He was a performing musician and he was so happy that people loved him. He was so happy that he could finally perform in front of crowds and have people appreciate him for his talent and not his looks.

The music was mesmerizing and the orchestra played like professionals! When Axis was done playing his songs he went to join the others in the party and drinks.

"That was brilliant, Axis!" Max, the first violinist, praised Axis, "You've really improved a lot with your playing!"

"Thanks, I'm just glad that I can finally play in front of people who appreciate the talent and love for music."

"Hey, I'm sorry if I insulted you," Helena, the violist, said.

"It's ok, really. My talents lie in other areas, not the violin."

"Like what?"

"Well, I'm really not good at getting girls, but I'm good at singing."

"Really? So you sing in the shower?"

"Nah, my voice is so cute!" He chuckled as he smiled at her.

"You're a good musician. I really appreciate what you've done."

"It was my pleasure, thank you."

"Come over here and show me how you really sing" Helena smiled.

Axis stood up and walked to the other side of the room and sat down on a chair. Helena came closer to him and gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek, "I just want you to know that I really do appreciate you as a person, you're amazing and your talent is something I haven't seen before.”

Axis giggled a little and blushed, “aw, thanks!"

"I'm going to change and then join you in the party."

Axis looked at the spot where Helena was standing and waved her over. Helena smiled and walked over to him.

As the party started to get more and more rowdy and more people started to come in, Max, the other violinist, walked to Alex and held his hand, "Are you ready to show everyone what you can really do?"

Axis grinned and nodded, "Yes, let's go!"

When he got home

Axis had a grand time at the party playing music, singing, and drinking with his little crew. They all had a great time so when the night was done they all went home, Axis was wondering if his old friends will come back when he laid down on his bed. He thought for a long time before going to sleep, he was happy tonight. He was having so much fun playing music and singing for people.

A few hours later, he woke up with a big smile on his face.He was thinking about how this is the first time he could truly enjoy himself and just have a good time. He had no responsibilities and no problems.

He walked to the bathroom to take a shower and when he was done he got dressed and went down to the living room and sat on the couch. Grabbing the remote he turned on tv to watch the news.

"Reporting live, I'm Amber Waybright and this is Andrew Drew. Today we are reporting a monster attack down at city hall!" She beamed. He wasn't surprised about the news since it happened so often, but Axis wondered if those monsters had a club that they were causing a ruckus.

"I'm really hoping the monsters don't ruin my next concert. that would really suck." Axis said sad.

As he hoped the monster wouldn't ruin his day, he went to the refrigerator to get a cookie. He was planning a day out with his friends later so Axis hopes the monster doesn't ruin that either.

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harperpresley · 2 months

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Chapter two of the Graveyard Shift

Alfred arrives at the Ass le Rort and Madeline deals with a missing twin.

#harper writes #hetalia #aph america #hws america #hetalia fanfiction

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kieran-granola · 2 months

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A shitty, 5-second night shot clip of Red Hood in the full suit goes viral: it's him casually walking next to a street cat, pausing to look at it, and meowing once.

When he learns about the video, Jason fully expects to be mercilessly mocked by his friends and family.

What actually happens is much worse.

...Because Tim and Steph band together with Roy to steal his helmet and replace it with a version with cat ears.

#jason todd #tim drake #roy harper #batfam #kieran writes #stephanie brown

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wizardnamensalex · 10 months

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More of my novel cause I’m stuck in an airport

“I wish meds worked.” Her voice is tinged with resignation. She doesn’t deserve that. She deserves to sleep easily.

“I wish it worked too.” She smiles a little. “I…I’ll let you try to sleep. I should unpack a bit.” I stand, grabbing my bags again. She opens her eyes, standing up again.

“Do you need help? That looks heavy.”

“I’m fine.” See, Dirian? I don’t have a crush on her. If I did, I’d be stuttering and fumbling over my words, I’d be blushing like crazy, I would be staring at her, all the stupid things that happen to me when I fall for someone. I don’t have a crush on her, and it’s ridiculous that anyone would suggest that. She’s my friend, first off, and I do not want to lose her friendship. Second, I live with her! If I liked her, that would make this all the more complicated. Yeah, she’s pretty, but lots of people are, and I don’t have crushes on them. I list off a dozen more reasons in my head, trying to ignore my thundering heart as I return to my room. I move down the hallway, stopping at my door to look back at her, expecting her to be at her door. She’s right beside me, and moving closer. “Uhm.” I blush, looking up at her. She smiles softly.

“Hey.” I pause with my hand on the doorknob. “You okay?” She approaches me, touching my arm. It doesn’t mean anything that my stomach flips, I don’t like her that way. I nod.

“Fine.”

“You’re sure?” It’s not the sound of her voice that’s making my hair stand on end, it’s not the closeness of her body that’s making me sweat. It can’t be. I can’t like her like that, it would mess up every plan I have, mess up what we have. I look up at her, nodding again with a small smile. “Well. I didn’t want to say this when Z was around, you know how she can be with vulnerability, but-” She pulls me into a hug.

Shit.

Fuck.

“-I missed you.”

I hate to admit it, but Dirian is right.

I want her.

She lets me go, laughing a bit. “I suppose I’m used to you always being just down the hall, so a couple days without that got me sappy.” She looks away, hands trailing down my arms, sending shivers up my spine until they leave my skin. “Or I’m going to get my period next week, but probably not.” She nudges me. “Night, dandelion.” I don’t even manage to say goodnight to her, wish her well, anything. She walks back to her room, closing the door behind her. I stare at it for a moment, heart hammering around my ribs. I back into my room, dropping my luggage on the floor before dropping my body on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Then I roll over and whisper-scream into my pillow.

#starboy #harper writes #writing #novel #romance #oc #original characters #original writing #get me out of Chicago ohare please

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mostly-funnytwittertweets · 5 months

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#writing #writers #writer #christmas #harper lee #to kill a mockingbird #twitter #tweets #tweet #meme #memes #funny #lol

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mysterycitrus · 3 months

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they make me so deeply insane. i miss this relationship so bad. they’re both so stupid. they both care too much. they both have absolute faith in the other. they’re both passively suicidal. they both make terrible puns. they both have fraught relationships with bruce wayne. they should kiss (again)

#im distracting myself from writing. Again #dickroy #dick grayson #roy harper #dc comics #spokes

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sporadicbeans82 · 1 month

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Crack a Rib || Arsenal Women x Reader

Summary: You play through an injury, and some of your teammates (*ahem* Leah Williamson) aren't very happy with you.

Warnings: A swear word, mention of injury, unedited writing

Word count: 3.4k words

A/N: Wanted to get something out for tonight, and I hope you all enjoy. Thank you for the support on my last fic, I appreciate every single one of you :)

Playing professional football had always been some unattainable dream of yours. However, so had playing for Arsenal, your childhood club, both of which you were doing. You supposed you were achieving all of your dreams at this point, playing beside some of the biggest names that you’d grown up with and looked up to.

When you’d signed for the prestigious team over the Summer transfer window, you’d been extremely nervous. You hadn’t thought you were good enough to be a part of the team, and you’d been fearful that nobody liked you. On top of that, you were one of the younger members on the squad, and you’d been terrified of not fitting in.

However, all of your fears seemed to have been for nought, as you had become a part of the large family in record time. Soon enough, you’d adopt a “younger sister” role alongside Kyra Cooney-Cross and Victoria Pelova. The three of you were always playing pranks on each other and annoying your older teammates.

There were several videos circulating the internet of your various shenanigans, one of which contained you hanging from a metal pull-ups bar as though you were Spiderman, and Kim Little could be heard lecturing you from out of the frame.

As you’d gone to get down, your legs had slipped free of the bar and you’d cascaded down onto the ground with a cacophonous screech. Whoever had been recording– you were pretty sure it had been Kyra, had dropped the phone with how hard she’d been laughing and, as the phone screen cut out to blackness, you could hear Kim still lecturing you.

The video was, of course, one of many, and you’d seen several different edits that fans had made of you from that singular video. To say that you were soaking in the attention would be a severe understatement, and the original video never failed to make you laugh or smile whenever it happened upon your phone screen.

Throughout your time at Arsenal, you’d developed as both a person and a player. From someone who’d spent a large amount of their time on the bench to becoming a reliable substitute in the second-half of the game, your next goal was to gain a consistent position in the teams’ starting XI.

Now, however, you ran down the field, having been subbed on in the 62nd minute for Beth Mead. The match was against Ashton Villa and the two teams were tied at one point each, much to your disdain. You were determined to be the one who changed the scoreline, and the thought of getting a goal for the team spurred your legs on ever harder.

The roar of the crowd in Meadow Park echoed in your ears, and you quickened your pace as you received the ball from Leah Williamson. The weather hadn’t been in your favor that night, as it featured harsh, cold wind and rain. The pitch, therefore, was slippery and wet, causing you to slip as you pivoted and nearly lost your balance.

You could hear the wind whipping past your ears as you looked up, shifting your hips as you passed the ball over to another of your teammates who was open. Through the haze of rain and wind which pelted you, you could hardly see their face, but you thought that it was Kim Little.

You didn’t get the chance to see the ball go in, as just as the football left the inside of your boot, something collided with your front. The breath was knocked right out of you as you flew backwards, sent right off of your feet.

You swore you heard something crack as pain burst from your abdomen. You landed on your back, rolling once as you quickly attempted to get back up on your feet. Your brain had yet to catch up with what had happened, and you were still intent on scoring the goal that your team needed. You only made it onto one knee before you nearly fell forward from the pain.

Your arms circled your abdomen, breaths coming in wheezing rasps as you let a groan come out from your parted lips. Your chest hurt, and black spots danced before your vision as you desperately tried to blink it away. You hardly caught the voices which surrounded you as someone helped you to lay back onto the ground.

“Hey, you’re alright, take a breath.” You heard someone say– you thought it may have been Leah, but struggled to hear her over the pounding in your head. You felt almost nauseous as you fought to breath through the pain.

Each breath felt like you were being stabbed, but soon you were able to gather enough breath to speak. You focused your words to whoever’s face was leaning over your own– Caitlin Foord.

“Cait- Cait, did we score?” You asked, and you heard a few laughs at the question. Of course, the first thing you’d ask after being bodyslammed by a goalkeeper twice your size was football-related.

“Yeah, yeah we did! Nice pass, kid!” You heard someone else shout, and then heard a gasp.

“Don’t encourage her, Katie.” You heard Kim Little chastise the Irishwoman, and you coughed out a laugh which immediately sent you into another fit of pain. “Holy shit!” You cursed, barely able to get the words out. They came out as a wheeze, and you closed your eyes for a moment. You still had five minutes to go in the game, and however much would be added on in injury time. You knew that, even though your team had scored, Jonas had no subs left to use up.

Ignoring the medical staff member who was trying to assess you, you sat up. Immediately, you felt your ribs decline the movement in a way that had you swaying, although you were just sitting up. You grunted, and heard someone tell you to lay back down. You ignored it, though, as you used your eyes to look at the trainer.

“I’m good.” You said, and the medic gave you a look of utter disbelief.

“You need to be taken off.” They declared, and you were quick to shake your head.

“No, no I’m good. I just needed a moment, I promise,” As if to show off how good you really were, you stood up. The pain was awful, but you found that if you leaned into the pain and allowed your body to adjust to the way it smarted and ached and pinched, you could deal with it. “Seriously, I can continue.”

Your eyes met Leah’s, her blue eyes scrutinizing you as she looked you up and down.

“So… If I were to shove you in the stomach right now, you wouldn’t crumble down in pain?” Leah questioned, and you gave her a wild look.

“Of course I would, that’s a painful thing. Please don’t do that.” You answered, and Leah huffed out a breath. Then, she was giving a look to Kim as if to give her a shot at making you listen to reason.

You were walking away before your captain could get a word out. You made your way over to your position, eyes half-closed and ribs pounding in pain. You hadn’t even seen Villa’s goalkeeper coming and had had no time to brace for the impact of her fists against your ribs. You were sure that you’d cracked one or two, but the consequences of leaving the pitch instead of staying on and playing your role were too great for you.

You weren’t going to let Villa sneak in and draw or win the match. With that mentality in mind, you waited for the referee to start the game up again with a blow of her whistle.

The searing pain in your ribs had you stumbling around on the side of the field, and you could feel more than one watchful pair of eyes on your form. As the match peeled on, your breaths became harsher and harsher, despite the fact that you weren’t moving much.

You were simply glad that the ball never came to you, as it seemed your teammates were entirely too aware of your predicament. You knew that if you’d given Kim the time to lecture you, you probably would have been taken off of the pitch to be assessed. As it stood, however, you were left on.

You were okay until it was time for Arsenal to take a corner. Kyra was at the flag, ready to kick, and you felt someone’s hand on your hip as they marked you. You were in no shape to jump up and connect your head to the ball, and so you were glad to watch as it sailed far over your head and behind you. As you twisted, the pain which accompanied the movement nearly knocked you down onto your ass.

You sighted the football, however, as it ping-ponged between several different players' booted feet. The Villa players were having a hard time clearing their lines, and as the ball was knocked off of Leah’s thigh, it bounced down perfectly at your feet.

Moving purely on adrenaline, you tapped the ball and watched through tunneled vision as the football slid past the goalkeeper’s gloves and into the bottom left portion of the net. That seemed to be it for the Villa players, some of whom dropped to the ground defeatedly.

The crowd around you was loud, and one of your own teammates came to give you a gentle hug around your middle. You grit your teeth to fight off the pain that the action caused you as more of your teammates bunched around, hugging each other.

Normally, the Arsenal women would hug out the celebration. This time, however, their touches were soft, with most of the girls patting your head and uttering soft congratulatory phrases in your direction.

The game ended just as the ball was kicked back into play, something which you were incredibly grateful for as you folded in half. Your elbows met your knees as you tried to heave in a deep breath despite the protesting ache in your chest.

You felt someone’s hands on your waist, their touch beginning to lead you towards the sidelines.

“C’mon, you stubborn ass. Let’s go get you checked out.” You heard someone utter, and you figured it was Kyra.

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A few hours later found you laid down on Leah Williamson’s couch. You’d showered and now wore one of Leah’s old Arsenal hoodies and a pair of comfortable shorts.

The Lionesses’ captain refused to leave you out of her sight, now that they’d learned you’d broken your ribs and would be out for a couple of weeks due to the injury.

You’d been taken to the hospital to be assessed, as the medics were afraid that one of your ribs could have punctured something important in your body. Leah had insisted on coming with you, stating that you could hardly be trusted on your own. She wasn’t wrong.

Imaging results had confirmed that nothing had been damaged, other than your ribs, of which three had been broken. When you’d gotten your results back, Leah had rolled her eyes at you, and you knew you would have it in for your careless decision to play through your injuries.

You’d been driving for a few minutes when Leah spoke up.

“What you did was idiotic.” Leah said.

You nodded slowly, unsure as to how to approach the conversation. Leah seemed oddly calm as she drove, but you knew she was upset with you anyway.

“I know, but I don’t regret it.” You said, after a few awkward moments of silence.

“You should. You can’t play through pain and injury like that. You could have gotten seriously hurt.” Leah responded, voice having an edge to it now.

“But I didn’t!” You protested, and you heard Leah let out a huff of air.

“Not this time, no. What about next time? What if you had been more seriously injured? Do you have any idea how bad this could have been if one of your ribs had punctured your lungs? Your kidney? A blood vessel? People can die from those injuries, and you just played through it like it was no big deal? What if it had been worse? That was stupid, and you can’t do that or I will have you benched.” Leah’s voice was, somehow, still calm as she ranted, and you forced yourself to calm as well, before you said something that you would regret.

“But I wasn’t hurt that badly. People have played through broken ribs before, Lee. Hell, you would have played on your torn ACL if you could have, and you and I both know it,” you heard Leah start to protest, and cut her off before she could. “No, hear me out. You can’t treat me like a kid, because I’m not. Sure, I’m young, but I’m an adult at the end of the day. I know what I’m doing, and I know when to stop. I’m tough, Leah, you can’t just bench me because you disapprove of that.”

Leah allowed you to finish, and then she allowed the car to fall into silence again. You stared at the clock on the dash in the meantime, watching as one minute ticked by, then two. Finally, Leah spoke.

“You’re right– about being an adult. You are one, of course. You still have a lot to learn, though. We all know that you’re tough, you don’t need to put your health at risk to prove that to any of us. You should have allowed yourself to be taken off,” now, it was your time to try to protest, but a strict glare from Leah shut you up quickly. “You gave us the opportunity to score and get on top, and you should have trusted the team to maintain that lead. You risked your health and safety, and I will never be okay with that. No matter who it is, risking your health over the wellbeing of the team is never worth it. You should have been taken off, and I need you to promise me that you will start taking your health seriously from now on. If you are hurting, you will tell someone, and you will be taken off and checked out properly.”

“Leah-”

“No. Promise me, because we can’t have this happening again. You were hurt, and you could have made the injury more serious by continuing to play. Promise me.” Leah interrupted you, and you sighed. You knew that she was right, and while a part of you yearned to protest, you found yourself going along with it.

“Okay, I promise.” You sighed.

“What do you promise?” Leah prodded you.

“I promise to not risk my health for the team again.”

“Good.” Leah praised you, and you rolled your eyes.

The rest of the drive back to her place was silent. You didn’t even protest when she drove right past your house, knowing that she would be bringing you to hers instead so that she could look after you. This type of bond had developed when Leah had torn her ACL. You’d been by her side and had refused to leave, having played with her on the England Lionesses team.

Even though you’d played for another team, you made sure to check in with Leah throughout her recovery process. You’d dropped by whenever you could, and had sometimes stayed the night. Sure, you were several years younger than the woman, and could be immature at times, but you knew how damaging an injury could be– not just to the body, but to the mind and soul. You’d suffered a broken bone in one of your first professional games, and it had kept you out for several months. Your recovery and the complications which arose within it had been demoralizing, and you probably wouldn’t have made it through without your friends and family by your side.

Because of this, you always made sure to check in with your teammates and friends, especially when you knew that they were struggling or that they’d acquired an injury.

Even throughout your short time at Arsenal, you’d developed a reputation for doing just that. You checked in and hung out with many different members from Arsenal’s “ACL squad” and often made sure to make them smile and laugh with your antics and pranks.

Therefore, it probably shouldn’t have been a surprise that Leah’s house had been ransacked during your short stay at the hospital. Upon opening the door, several of your Arsenal teammates were wandering around the house.

Leah couldn’t bring it upon herself to keep the scowl on her face for long, especially as you two took in the players cuddled together on the various couches and seats in the living room. A movie was playing on Leah’s television– one of the Harry Potter movies, and several bowls of assorted snacks sat on the table.

Lia looked up guiltily at Leah when the two of you walked in, and you knew instantly that the Swiss International player was to blame for this entire thing.

“Welcome home?” Lia greeted, accented voice quiet and, albeit, a little nervous in the face of the grumpy English woman.

Before Leah could get a word out, you grinned.

“Aww, guys you shouldn’t have. I knew you loved me!” You spoke sarcastically, resulting in several different players yelling and laughing.

As you walked further into the room, you saw Kyra and Vic scooting aside, having saved a spot for you to lay down between them. Lia came up to you after you’d laid down between Vic and Kyra, your upper body propped up against Kyra while your legs had been picked up and put in Vic’s lap. The position was about as comfortable as it could have been with broken ribs.

Soon after you’d laid down, Lia was coming to check on you.

“How is your pain?” The girl asked, eyes focused on you in a concerned manner.

“I’m good,” you said, and you were. The pain medication that you’d been given was helping, and you didn’t feel like you were being stabbed in the chest with knives anymore… more like toothpicks.

The other woman nodded slowly. Then, Lia was lifting your jumper and placing a pack of ice on your skin, the ice wrapped by a thin towel to avoid putting it on your bare skin. You still jumped and groaned, causing pain to arc through the rest of your body like wildfire.

“Lia, don’t break her- oh, wait, she’s already broken!” Kyra couldn’t help but joke. If you’d been able, you would have elbowed the girl. As it was, someone else threw popcorn at the Aussie instead.

“Hey!” You heard Kyra shout as popcorn bounced off of her forehead.

Lia uttered an apology to you for causing you pain before stroking back some of the hair from your eyes. Then, the woman pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you smiled at her.

The Swiss woman made her way back to her spot next to Leah.

That was how you spent the rest of your night, bundled up and taken care of between Vic and Kyra. Later, Caitlin and Katie made an appearance, bringing even more snacks, and after that Laura, Lotte, Emily, and Alessia made an appearance as well.

Soon enough, the entire house was occupied by the entire team. The Arsenal women filled the area with laughs as they played board games and threw popcorn at each other, cuddled up and tired after the match.

You and Kyra and Vic would get up to your old antics, giggling and creating even more inside jokes– most of them revolving around your newly broken ribs.

The entire team would end up having a sleepover, and while Leah pretended to protest, you (and everyone else) could tell that it was just what she needed after the intense day that everyone had had.

You knew that the next few weeks would be a struggle as you recovered from your broken ribs. However, just like before, you were sure that you would be okay because every single person in the room would be by your side throughout your journey.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso one shot #woso imagine #arsenal wfc #awfc x reader #harper writes

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pinkieglitterheart · 1 year

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Meeting the demon | short story

Summery: Aden has noticed a demon in the shadows of his house and ends up talking to it. Still baffled to see one so up close for the first time that he has trouble trying to form words,

but when a sound comes from outside and the demon reminds them of why it appeared in front of him. They have to stop his uncle from getting himself into more trouble and from getting himself killed.

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Made this a couple of months ago and currently still trying to work on it. It's taking me a good while to figure out the rest of the form though for it. It'll be fine to reblog in the state it's in as it'll take me a while . under a read more cause it's long

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Aden looked over to the demon, looking at their form from the top down to the sharp features lining their face, fur imitating hair from the sides going down to the floor. The dark fur barely touches the ground as it slides with its movements as it went in circles around the human. Its tail moving back and forth before it found a stop Infront of him.

The demon looked down at him as it leaned onto its clawed hand with a hum. It waited for the blue haired human to speak, wanting him to acknowledge it's presents or the fact someone was missing.

He stared at it eyes wide. It was a surprise for a demon to actually be Infront of him and not something his uncle made up like he thought. His dad did talk about them existing and that making a deal with one was dangerous as it broken his uncle in ways just for immortality.

Aden didn't believe such a thing of course as there wasn't such a thing as demons. But, right there in front of him was such a creature!

It noted his staring, putting a claw onto it's leg as a grin spread over it's features. Sharp teeth pulling into a smile. Looking back to him as it leaned forward a tad and looked at him with it's red eyes.

He was curious about how it was so abnormally tall? How did his uncle even require one in the first place? Father said it's not easy to ever find one in the wild. And how the hell did it get in his house in the damn first place?? He was convinced he had locked the doors from any intruders getting inside!

Then again, he lets his uncle live in one of the spare bedrooms after he found him in a trash can. Though come to think of it. How hadn't he noticed the gem hanging from his neck or most injuries he saw him have were gone in a instant? Or the fact that when the ruby gem was glowing, his uncle's eyes would too in a similar red color.

The demon sighed. "He's just gonna not talk to me is he?" it grumbed under it's breath, not liking that the human was plain ignoring it's dark presents as It's grin falters. Watching the human think is fun and all the demon though.

But, it had stuff to do. Like keeping someone alive. So It snapped its fingers in front of the human's face a few times trying to get his attention and snapping him out of the trance he seemed to be in.

They stared at each other before either of them saying anything. It broke the silent between them. "Didn't think humans stare more then talk!" it laughed.

Aden blinked a couple of times shaking his head and hands. He didn't think he was staring to long at it or that he hasn't said a word to the demon in hours. Was he just staring at it? What was he looking at to make himself look so long? He didn't have a clue. He thought he would of said something by now after seeing it in the dark room.

So he glanced over them again as he tried to figured what it was that got his attention glued to them. First was the long arms. They had reached to the ground almost touching it. Then was its hands, With claws big and long with black covering its hands and climbing up to it's elbows in ruff patches. It's neck was longer, ruff texture with a scaliy look to it and a similar ruff texture was present on its long torso.

It seems to have caught that he was still staring at him, Then noticed that it was staring back at him with wide grin on its face.

He felt his face and ears suddenly heat up. Looking off to the side he scoffed with a cough. 'Its staring at me.' He thought as he shoved his hands into quickly into his pockets before strolling over to it. 'And its the one to have a problem with ME? Its doing the same shit! hows that not similar? ` He mentally yelled.

He got up close to the demon's face and growled at it. "Got a problem with that!" Aden hissed as leaned closer to it, standing on the tips of his boots.

The demon's smile faltered for a bit before returning as it patted the top of the human's head. Aden made a couple baffled confused noises at that.

"Oh not at all," It cheered with a toothy grin. "I just find it cute is all!" it said with a giggle.

Unsure how to feel about the compliment. He moved back, shaking his head and thrusting his arms to his side.

"I'm not cute!" he screamed back to it, his face a shade darker. The demon giving only a soft chuckle in return. Aden glared up then crossed his arms over his chest, looking off to the side grumbing with a scoff.

"What do you want anyways?" He asked with a annoyed huff.

It pondered the question for a bit, thinking of why it showed itself to him in the first place then remembering why.

"I need your help with something," it started. "Robert escaped and I feel like he's gonna get himself killed again like the last few times."

#harper writes #harper ocs #oc #original character #counting decades (series)#cd robert wilson #cd aden wilson #cd characters

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