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[jestersvanity]

Another Friday Night: Patrick Bateman x reader

Oneshot

Warnings/Content warnings: Smut, sex n stuff, major noncon, blood, cutting, virginity loss, Dom! Patrick, he is a psycho, Patrick Bateman being Patrick Bateman yk the classic stuffs

Note: Idk wrote this cus yk why not and I was feeling extra spicy (deranged), only did minor edits so sorry if it's kinda shit. This was very VERY self-indulgent. I tried to leave it gender neutral but it's definitely more fem. Sorry

Summary: uhhhhhhhh yeah

It was about that time of the year where things started ramping up for Pierce & Pierce : Mergers and Acquisitions.

Well not really it's a very grey place to work. You. Well you were just an office runner, no real handling of anything important appart from maybe keeping the pens in stock and making sure there was enough paper in each printer. Making sure the common areas were kept up like restocking kitchen suplies, cups for the water fountain and mediocre coffee station.

The best part of the job was spending the company credit card on snacks and stocking up the snack bar in the "kitchen" area. The kitchen wasn't really a kitchen it resembled a tiny apartments sad excuse for a kitchen but it was missing the stove and oven. Instead replaced with a tiny bench top microwave. Besides the point spending money on cute little snacks and restocking the snack bar was very therapeutic.

You took alot of pride in the "kitchen". I mean there's not much u can take pride in, in this job. You were technically a "secretary" but... It was mainly Jean which took care of the classic secretary jobs.

I'd like to think of it as secondary secretary or on call assistant. Unlike Jean you moved around a lot more whereas she was more glued to her desk replying to emails and phone calls. She was always so polite when she needed me to run some papers to another person. Usually you were last to leave the floor, after Jean leaves for the night you stay back replying to the last lot of emails she didn't get to, usually it was just 5-6 emails with 3 sentence replies.

She's pretty good at getting through the influx of emails everyday but the ones left weren't anything too big so you didn't mind getting the rest done.

Also, you stayed back just in case someone else on ur floor stayed back and needed some errands run.

More often then not its was to pick up food... Again. Half the time you were on coffee runs, lunch runs, another coffee run, another late lunch run, snack runs etc. The snacks run out rather quickly actually. If it wasn't food you would be picking up things from the post office, things from the dry cleaners or once again running a Manila folder to another big grey building down the block. Tonight wasn't so different. You stayed back like usual today there weren't any emails to reply to so you sat at Jeans desk surfing the Web and online shopping.

Tonight Patrick was staying back, you didn't know why it's not like he does anything appart from being a dick. Everytime u passed his office you saw him he reading a magazine in his office or doing a crossword. Everytime he had called you in to run a task it was something useless like throwing a piece of paper from his desk to his trash can in the left corner of his office which he was too lazy to do. He definitely does it just to fuck with you because every time there was a condescending or snarly comment. Of course you would without fail glare daggers at him or reply with an equally snarky and condescending remark.

Scrolling mindlessly for shit you didn't need untill the phone started ringing. It was Bateman. So with a annoyed sigh you picked up "Yes, what." you said impatiently. Honestly you just wanted to go, it was boring and you wanted to use your new artisan bath bomb. Plus it was Friday. "Come here" and then he promptly hung up. What could that prick even want. Getting up with a heavy huff and an attitude walking up to his glass office and pushing open the door.

You stared at him with an expectant look, 3 seconds had passed before he decided to speak. "I need you to carry this" gesturing to the fancy wine and Armani wine glass set that he got gifted today. "seriously... Too weak to carry this your self?". He ignore you putting on his blazer and picking up his breiff case ready to walk out. Bending over to carry his gifts you follow behind him leaving his office.

The elevator ride down was silent and full of tension. What a dickwad you thought. As we got to the ground floor there was a Porsche already waiting. Walking around back to put the wine and glases in the boot suddenly hearing "no I need you to hold on to them in the car, don't want them breaking now do we" he says emphasing the last few words. The driver opens the door for you to get in and shuts it after you give him a slight nod.

Patrick is already seated next to you and staring out the window. God even the way he sits is pretentious. Sooner or later we arrive at his apartment complex. We get out and he waves the driver away. What a dick move, you now had to call your own cab home. After he makes you carry the shit up to his apartment on he makes you call your own cab home??? God what did you ever do to make him hate you so much.

The whole journey you had been glaring at the back of his head trying to burn a hole through his skull. He unlocked his door and opened it up waiting expectantly for you to walk through. You do. As you look around trying to find a table or something to put his stuff down on. At this point your arms were tired and you were exhausted. Not to mention that it was a fucking Friday night. Your eyes landed on his white marble counter top and finally dropping his useless glasses and stupidly expensive wine off. His place was nice but boring as you expected. Clean but a maximalists nightmare.

As the weight left your arms you sighed and went to turn around and leave as you heard a *click* the sound of the door locking.

Did this bafoon straight up forget he just let someone into his apartment??? Walking up to Bateman who was leaning back against his apartment door looking sly. "okay ur stuff-" before you could finish your sentence he had you in a choke hold with a cloth over your nose and mouth. Struggling like a maggot in the beak of a bird, thrashing around untill all went dark.

Blurry white was all you could see. What happened. What the fuck. As your vision came back you sat up slowly. Where. What. You were confused and still trying to figgure out what was happening. Hands shakey reaching up to rub the blurring out of your eyes. Checking yourself for any missing limbs or anything that might indicate what happened. As you explore you feel a thick collar wrapped around your neck. Huh?? Pain shoots through your whole body. In two distinct pulses. As soon as it stopped you hear a chuckle comming from behind you. Turning you see Patrick sat on a chair looking awfully proud of himself. "Patrick..what's going on?" there were tears welling up but you were not going to let them spill.

He hold up a remote with 3 buttons shaking it like a toy in front of a baby tauntingly not saying anything. Pressing one of the 3 buttons with a click that almost echo's in the room. Instantly you feel the pulsing pain shoot through you body again. This time it went on for one second longer but it felt like a minute.

Angry and scared you shouted at him but all that came out was a high pitched pip and air getying caught in your throat. "awww what's wrong? Cat got ya tongue?" he teases walking closer now being over to meet your eye level.

You were on his bed, atleast he had the courtesy of putting you on his bed instead of the hard floors. Gathering your voice back up "Patrick what the fuck?" you manage to snap.

"I would drop the attitude if I were you"

"No Patrick what the actual fu-" pain sears through your limbs once again making you double over onto your side. "Be nice. Or ill shock you till your brain oozes out of your thick fucking skull" Patrick spits out, the dislike apparent in his voice.

As the pain subsides you open you eyes back up eyes landing on the knife he was now holding in his other hand. "Patrick why... Why?" looking up at him as he looms over the edge of the bed, voice no longer as strong or determined but quiet. Putting the knife down oh is side table he grabs a fist full of your hair making you sit up and look him directly in his eyes. "since you think ur so fucking smart why don't you figgure it out" adding a hmmm at the end as to belittle you even more. As if this wasn't already enough.

"what do you want" you whine out eyes casting down. His eyes were piercing straight through you. You didn't want to admit it but something inside you found this oh so very hot.

Letting go of you hair and grabbing his knife back he opens a closet. Watching his movement closely trying to figgure out what he was possibly going to get. He starts to set up a tripod. Oh God what the fuck you think to ur self. Panicking even more if that was even possible.

Adjusting the camera to face you he clicks a few buttons then clears his throat. "Ass up for the camera" in a stern demanding tone. Looking at him questionably to counter he holds up the remote for the shock collar you had on. Almost challenging you. Reluctantly you get on all 4s and arch your back with ur bum facing him and the camera. His footsteps comming closer untill you feel cold sharpness run up the back of ur thigh. Staying silent as he rips you skirt off leaving you in your stockings and a thong. You were still basically dressed but felt so naked and vulnerable. As he threw the now fabric rectangle on the floor he spanks your ass. The stinging making you involuntarily let out a little whimper of confused pleasure. "oh, so your are a little whore" feigning surprise. Hearing something scrape against the bed you try looking for clues as to whats to come next but fail as he strikes you with a whip? Cane? Unknown but it stung. Yelping as the thing made contact. The weight on the bed shifted as he got closer shoving ur face into the blankets "don't move bitch" he whispers into you ear before moving off again. Now you have deduced it was infact a cane and he wasn't going to tap you lightly. Striking your ass with the cane again and again while berating the living hell out of you. It hurt so good as tears soaked into the sheets. You could feel your pussy pulsing but you couldn't let Patrick know that.

"please stop" you were begging him as he kept whipping your cheeks with the cane. "Patrick please it hurts so much" "yeah it's supposed to hurt you dumb cunt" a few strikes later he stops. "stand up" he orders. Mustering up the strength you feel your stiff joints scream as you step onto the floor and straighten you knees and back. He's behind the camera "go have a good look at yourself" gesturing with his head to the mirror.

As you near you see the dark red lines left by the cane. Beads of blood forming at the skin and the skin that did split the blood was smeared by the other smacks all across your cheeks. "you see that" you nod slowly still looking at the carnage of your cheeks. "that's what sacarstic sluts get, I'm not letting you off with just that either" he warns as he roughly grabs you arm dragging you back to the edge of the bed and forcing you into your knees.

You could feel the heat and the pain radiate from your ass as your knees made contact with his carpet. With a hand firmly grasping at you hair and the other one skilfully undoing his belt and fly he pulls down his silk boxers revealing his massive hard cock. "don't just stare open up" yanking your head back so you would be looking up at him. Opening your mouth reluctantly he roughly shoves his cock in. Your hands automatically push against his thighs to no avail. He was so strong all you could do was grip at the fabric of his pants as he kept gagging you. He didn't let you breath and all you could hear was triumphant groans of pleasure comming from him. Your things were pressed together trying to quell the throbbing down stairs. As he pulled his dick out and let you breath he yanked to to your feet and forcefully ripped your shirt off and harshly yanking your bra off as the straps snapped and the claps split. "oh wow would you look at that, you don't know how long I've been wanting to fuck you brainless" as he roughly fondles your chest. His hand making its way up to you neck and then pushing you back onto the bed. "Patrick" you pleaded "Patrick please don't I'm" struggling to get out the words as he tightened his grip around your throat.

All you could do was let out a strangled moan. Finally letting go he sat back onto his knees and spreading your legs so that his cock was right at the entrance of your coochie.

Looking at him with pleading "Pat please don't, please I'm.." "finish ur sentence bitch" as he rest a hand on your inner thigh ready to rip your tights off. "I'm a virgin please don't"

"ur so fucking stupid ur pissing me off you fucking whore" as he rips a hole in your stockings and completely ripping your thong off leaving fabric burn marks on your hips. Without a second he thrust his girthy penis inside. Instinctively you tighten around him yet your legs were trying to push him away. None of your protest did Jackshit. Leaning to the side he grabbed the knife off the night stand again. Pressing his body against yours as he slid the knife up too your throat holding it there as he looked into your eyes while fucking you. All you could do was hold onto his forearm to lessen the pressure of the blade against your throat.

It hurt so bad but he didn't slow down he was pounding into you harder and faster. A shamefully moan every time he trusted into you. "you like my cock you little cum slut? Ofcourse you do u pathetic bitch" "because that's what you are aren't you" he cooes as you moan. He keeps ramming into you harder and faster untill you feel him cum inside of you.

A few final pumps and as he lifts himself up pressing his hand on your chest admiring what a mess you had become. "look at me" you had to fight your mind fog to look at him. "mm pa-" he slaps ur face leaving a sting hand print on your cheek "it's Sir." "slut" he spits out. "sir please no more" pleading with him again now fully exhausted. He just chuckles and walks back over to his camera taking it off the tripod and filming manually. "open up" hitting you leg lightly expecting you to spread them open again. But you didn't hear him still in a daze trying to process what just happened.

One quick shock back to reality quite litteraly you instantly spread open your legs. Kneeling down with his camera he reaches his fingers to display his hard work to the camera. You could feel the warm cum oozing out of your slit. As he kept using his fingers to spread your lips open. Standing back up again. "hands off your tits bitch" he demands. Slowly uuncrossing your arms from your chest you prop yourself up to face him properly with your legs still open. He's filming you. "okay repeat after me, I'm just a hole" "I'm just a hole" you whisper weakly. He drops the camera a bit to look at you and sighs with disappointment "a bit more enthusiasm and smile a bit" tilting his head to the side in sly mockery. "your a slut. Act like one" he states impatiently then lifting the camera back up. "I'm just a hole" this time you exclaimed with more life, surprisingly a smile was easy to muster up.

That sick part of you enjoyed this. "see that's not so hard is it" he teased as he propped the camera back on the tripod. This time he opens the night stand and grabs something. You couldn't quite see. *click* he opens it to reveal a switch blade. Frozen you followed him with your eyes as he sat opposite you. "patric- sir w-what are" squealing as he lunges at you pressing you back down on the bed.

His weight and strength being impossible to struggle against. "stay still doll, it's easier if you stay still" he chuckles as the knife nears your face. "pat" you manage to squeak out as he sliced up the corner of your mouth and up your cheek. The warm blood running down the sides of your head and down your neck. You actually started crying now the tears which you held back so long came pouring down mixing with the warm thick blood from your cheeks. He had finished with your other cheek now sitting back. Losening his tie and undoing a few buttons of his shirt. "look at how much prettier you are now" looking at you with admiration for his handy work. Taking off his tie "hands" he said composed like he didn't just mutilate your face, you stretch out your arms to him as he ties your writs up with his tie then strapping it through a slot in his headboard.

Grabbing his switch blade again he drags it up your thigh stopping when he reaches your sternum. Paralized in shock, fear and... Love? Your breaths slow down as he looks back up at you. "it's okay doll, just customising you a bit alright?". Proceeding to slowly carve his name into your torso. Each letter painfullfully deep and deliberately slow. Making you squirm with each slice. The muffled sobs bouncing around the room.

After he pumped 3 more loads into you he flopped onto his back and reaching for the smokes on his side table. Lighting one up puffing away nonchalantly. After he was done, he snuffed the cig putting it out above the I making the the dot above the I in Patrick.

Untying your wrist and you stared at the wall. Making his way to the bathroom and bring back a warm towel he kisses you for the first time tonight on your now dried up bloodied cheek.

Before tenderly wipeing the blood and dried tears off your face. You sat there on the bed not moving but concious just not moving. He got a second warm towel after the first one got drenched in blood to wipe down your torso and the rest of the dried blood off your body. "Get under the covers" his voice now softer. Before heading back to the bathroom to do his night ime routine. Getting under the blankets. Curling up into the fetal position despite the pain of the cuts in your torso screaming to stop. Trying to fall asleep. The lights flicked off and the bed dipped as Patrick got under the covers his warm body pressed up against your battered body. You were divided. You hated him more than ever you were scared, confused, angry, tired and yet your body seemed to move on its own. You sank back into his chest and arm as he pressed a kiss on the back of your neck. He was completely different than who he was 30 mins ago. You couldn't imagine the Patrick you saw in the office doing all that to you. You couldn't imagine the Patrick that cut you up pressing that soft tender kiss he just kissed on the back of your neck. Yet he did.

Note: y'all got the good ending smh I might write a different ending with more smut lol idk.

Lmao

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[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #700: Much Needed Reunion (RWBY)

Inside the Schnee Mantle.......

Nora: Where's Oscar? I wanna see him~

Ren: Oh! (Immediately Gets Nervous) Uhhh....Well.... You see.....A-About Oscar, he's-

Nora: (Happily Singing) I wanna see my baby boi!~

Jaune: (Nervously Opens the Door with Oscar Next to Him) Uhh....Here he comes.

Nora: I wanna see my baby bo- ('GASPS') (Eyes Widened in Complete and Utter Shock as She Sees Oscar Slowly Walks into the Room with Bruises and a Black Eye)

Oscar: Uhhhhhhhh.....(Smiles a bit Awkwardly and Waves at Nora) Long time no se-

Nora: (Immediately Hold her Finger in Front of her, Takes a Long, Deep Breath Before.......) MY. BABY. BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!! (Immediately Rushes Over to Her Baby Boi) What in the flipping pancakes happened to you!?!? (Quickly Examines Oscar's Body) Did someone shoot you with a freaking cannonball or something!? Where in the world did you get that black eye!!!?

Oscar: Nora, I-

Nora: (Place her Hands on Both Side if her Head in Fear) Ohhh gods! I knew it! I knew should've convince Yang to switch sides and let me go with you guys instead, if I knew I had the chance!!!

Oscar: Nora, please. I-

Nora: (Turns to Jaune and Ren with Worry and Anger in her Eyes) What in the ever loving HELL happened to my baby!!!!? You two and little miss fire pants were with him this whole time, right!!?Did some crazy looking Grimm attacked him or something!!!?

Jaune: Well, I mean, you're not completely wrong in that assum-

Ren: (Immediately Hit Jaune on the Shoulder with his Very Own)

Jaune: (Winces in Pain While Rubbing his Shoulder)

Nora: Oh my god! REALLY!!!?

Oscar: Nora!-

Nora: For the love of all things holy.... CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHO WOULD GO AND MASSACRE MY BOIIIII-

Oscar: (Immediately Grab Both of Nora's Hands to) NORA! (Sighs a bit Heavily Once He Finally Got Nora to Calm Down) Listen, I know you're scared, worried, and might have a lot of questions of what happened to me right now, but just....calm down for me, okay? I'm right here.

Nora: (Gently Squeezes Oscar's Hands While Giving him the Most Worried Frown He Has Ever Since on her Face) Then tell me what's going on, Oscar. What happened to you while we were separated?

Oscar: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Explaining Himself) Well....For starters, I was kidnapped by a giant, flying hound like Grimm. Then, once it took me to Salem's lair, I was uhhh......... Beaten up and tortured there.......For a day and a half....by Hazel......

'Silence'

Nora: (Enraged) WHAT!? YOU WERE TORTURED FOR ONE AND A HALF DAYS BY HAZEL!!!!!?

Ren: Nora! (Quickly Went to Nora's Side and Place Both of his Hands onto her Shoulders) Please. Calm yourself.

Jaune: Ren's right. It won't do you any good if you keep stressing yourself out and screaming like this.

Nora: (Sighs While Calming Herself Down) Okay. Okay. I'm sorry! I just.....(Look Up at the Ceiling and Begins to Groan Loudly) ('Uggghhhhh') I'm just soooooo angry right now, you know? First, I've been out of commission for a while and now I found about this!?

Oscar: Wait. So is that's the reason why you have those marks in your arms?

Nora: Oh. Uhh....Yeah..(Giggles a Bit Awkwardly While Blushing a Little) More or less. I'll tell you all about later, sweetie. Right now....(Went Back to Being Angry) Momma wanna rant some more!!

Ren: Nora.

Nora: ('Ugh') Fiiiiine. I'll calm myself down......

Ren: (Smiles Softly While Giving Nora a Kiss on the Cheek) Thank you, dear.

Nora: (Blush a Little) Mmhmm. You're welcome, babe. But I do know one thing. If I EVER see that giant monster again, I will personally pin him to the ground and rip BOTH of legs RIGHT OPEN!

Jaune: (Already Scared Shitless) W-W-What ever happened to you wanting to break legs?

Nora: (Gives Jaune a Deadpinined Look on her Face) Jaune. Honey. We've been through a lot together since the moment we went Haven. I'm already passed that phase.....

Jaune: ('Gulp')

Oscar: Well, you really don't have to worry about Hazel now that you mention him.

Nora: What? (Turns Back to Oscar) Why? What happened to him?

Oscar: He sacrificed himself to stop Salem in her tracks so we could escape from her lair. In a way he.....kinda saved all our lives back there.

Nora: But.....(Gently Squeezes Oscar's Hands Again) He still hurt you.....

Oscar: ('Sigh Heavily') Yeah.....(Looks Down on the Ground) I know.......But...(Slowly Brings his Head Back Up) it is what it-Is?

('Sniff'.....'Sniff')

Oscar: (Starts Getting Worried Once He Sees Nora is Already in Tears as He Squeezes her Hands as Well) Hey hey hey. Nora, what wrong? Why are you crying?

Nora: I-I'm just.....('Sniff') So glad..... Glad to see you again! (Pulls Oscar into a Loving Hug)

Oscar: (Winced a Little in Pain by Nora's Bear Hug) Nora.....

Nora: I don't wanna lose you anymore. I just.....('Sniff') My heart can't take it anymore....('Sniff')

Oscar: Nora, I.....('Sigh') I'm sorry. (Finally Hugs Nora Back) I-I am...so sorry that I keep scaring you and everyone else as of late. I just....('Sigh') Everything just keep happening so fast and-

Nora: I know, honey. ('Sniff') Everything is happening so fast.....('Sniff') (Pulls Oscar Away for a Second) That's why we are going to do our damndest to watch over for now on! (Turns to Jaune and Ren) Right, boys?

Jaune: (Nodded in Agreement) Right.

Ren: (Nodded as Well)

Oscar: ('Sigh') Guys, really. You don't have to do all of that for-

Nora: Yes, we do, Oscar! ('Sniff') We're tired! Tired of seeing you disappear, tired of seeing you getting yourself hurt or almost killed! EVERYTHING! ('Sniff') I'm just.....('Sniff') (Went Back to Hugging Oscar) I want my baby be happy and safe.....

Oscar: Nora......

Jaune: Oscar.

Oscar: (Looks Back Up to Jaune) Hm?

Jaune: Do you wanna know how I feel when ran off in the Atlas base....or when that Hound Grimm took you away from us? I was worried.....scared that....(Tears Begins to Fall Down his Eyes) ('Sniff') none of us were going to see you again. We've already loss Pyrrha a long time ago! I don't wanna lose you too! (Immediately Joins in the Group Hug While Crying Softly Himself)

Oscar: Jaune......

Ren: Oscar, I know each of us may sound overbearing and maybe even overprotective at the moment, but we're only like this because we love you so much and we obly want you be safe. (Joins in the Group Hug) So please.....('Sniff') Let us do this for you....('Sniff') Okay?

Ozpin: (In Oscar's Head) Please let them.

Oscar: ('Sigh') Okay. If.... that's what all of you really want to do, then.....go for it. Just.... don't go overboard, okay?

Jaune: We won't!

Ren: We promise.

Nora: Just believe in us, sweetie, okay!?

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Okay. Okay. I believe you. I just......(A Tear Fell Down From His Eyes) I love you guys too.

Thank you.

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#rwby #oscar pine #nora valkyrie #jaune arc #lie ren #ozpin #yang (mentioned) #hazel (mentioned) #salem (mentioned) #takes place during the recent episode #team jnor #team jnpr #nora is best mom #sweet family moment #lots and lots of fluff here #hurt/comfort

[transsexualhamlet]

sherlock holmes reactions part six (aka me losing my mind over the final problem)

Hi, I am once again reminding you all that I've formed a parasocial relationship with the crackhead detective 👍 This made me overly emotional for the fact that he didnt even die

But like

hhhmmmmmmmm those were certainly an interesting 14 pages

Yeah, I already made a post about how the final problem relates to yuumori's final problem and how incredibly sexy it is but yes now I'd just like to relay to you how absolutely heart brocken i am over this lol I will eventually get to reading the post hiatus stories i just. I haven't emotionally recovered from this yet

Yelling below the cut somehow this reaction feels longer than the story itself. but it's about half cracking jokes and half sobbing so be prepared

I mean, starting off strong with "well yknow since i got married my and sherlock's Very Intimate Relations had to be modified and all but we hadnt seen each other in a while so it was kind of jarring to see him crawling in my second story bedroom window clutching Wounds and closing the shutters absolutely fucking wasted losing his mind over some dude named moriarty"

We've been over this but. Oh my god why are they gay

I just like????? Imagine how fucking bizzare that would be to just see your old homie crawl into your window bleeding on your floor and asking to exit the other way in case he's followed like "hey bro can we Talk i hope you're not busy" WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO, SAY HE IS? Imagine watson just like "no dude I'm fucking busy go get killed"

But legitimately. That's certainly something. And like, I see a lot of books starting like this lmao but. Holmes's stuff usually starts off kind of easily with watson going "yeah so lately ive been Experiencing Sherlock Holmes" and spend 20 minutes on exposition with them having a Conversation but no. mans just fucking escaped a hitman and went directly to his boyfriend's house having apparently Never Before In His Goddamn Life mentioned his actual nemesis to this guy. How the FUCK has watson never heard of him before.

And how sherlock starts talking about it isn't any less funny he's just like "UHHH SO THERE'S THIS GUY. THIS ABSOLUTE MAN. AND HES REALLY IMPRESSIVE I MEAN HES LIKE SUPER FUCKING SMART AND HES LIKE DOING CRIMES????? SO I LIKE. I NOTICED AS I DO BUT HE NOTICED THAT I NOTICED AND I MIGHT HAVE MADE A LITTLE FUCKY WUCKY DUDE CAN YOU HELP ME LIKE. FLEE THE COUNTRY" and watson's like my dear sherlock What The Fuck

Im also loving how he calls moriarty a "mathematical celebrity" awhi;grih;oaewhhta;ioh;iaewh;ii;oewh;eh;rg mans just. ok lol hes a Math Celebrity that had to quit his math teacher job because EVERYONE JUST KNEW HE WAS A CRIME LORD LIKE THEY TOOK ONE LOOK AT HIM AND WENT MANS DEFINITELY HAS BODIES IN HIS BASEMENT I DONT WANT HIM TEACHING HERE

But yeah, it was interesting to see what the big deal about og moriarty was... especially since the deal simply did not deliver. There was not really a big deal. It's like reading the first chapter of a book and immediately skipping to the climax. Everything is so hyped up and clearly having been building for years and you just get like NO CONTEXT. I swear Moriarty wasn't goddamn mentioned any time before this. He's just suddenly the big guy and watson has just never fucking heard shit about this guy.

What's so funny about this whole situation is that I just. Cannot objectively know anything about Moriarty at all because sherlock just... does not go into what this dude's alleged crimes even were, other than. The fact that he like. Does them. He's just really involved in crimes. How? Why? For how long? In what way? For what purpose? NO FUCKING CLUE HE JUST. HE JUST DOES. And there's nothing to really suggest that Moriarty was honestly a really evil guy. They're all like trust me he was just. he was just really bad but show absolutely No examples of being such. The most evil thing we saw Moriarty do personally was call sherlock stupid for letting him get into the apartment. And even then he immediately followed it up with complimenting him lol

yeah, my impression of Moriarty was like. I expected him to be worse, honestly. I expected him to be like a cartoon villain because he was kind of made out to be one and then he's just honestly a really polite and refined guy?? Mans strolls the fuck into 221B like hi shawty and it is Not like yuumori obviously man's holding a gun but like. What the fuck they are just. They have never met before but They Clearly Have and it's. its so weird

Like honestly I don't dislike og moriarty. He's really what william tried to be (and fucking failed, but beside the point) but like. Dude's so powerful and for what. He just walks into the apartment with No Pretense like why sherlock holmes is that a revolver or are you just happy to see me oh my goodness you are a dolt why would you hold the gun that way. disgusting. disgraceful. dreadful. Oh my god. I love him I'm sorry

abngnahhghifeah;iewh and Why does sherlock describe him like that hes like "MANS A REALLY REFINED LIZARD /pos" HIEHIFEHW:HGIHOEWFEEW FOR WHAT. FOR W H A T

baaaaaaaaghhhhhh but likeeeee they went STRAIGHT to "you know what I'm here for" "you know how I'm going to respond" "well then" "yeah" "mhm" "damn well it really do be like that sometimes" "ur really smart by the way" "im fucking aware let's kill each other as we both Thought in our Minds" "yes lets" AHDHDHDHDFS WTF THIS IS INSANE

But damn uh. mutual destruction my beloved this is very different from sherliam but im not. im not. opposed to it tucks hair behind ear

I just. Holy shit they really went "if you destroy me I will ensure that we both go down hand in unlovable hand" "I wouldn't mind that"

Annnnd I just noticed that the actual lines for this part kind of. that kind of happened in chapter 31 when sherlock was like i would Gladly die to take down the lord of crime and william was like. hahahah yeahNO NO NO NO

BUT SERIOUSLY THO IM LOSING MY MIND OVER HOW SHERLOCK SAYS THIS WHOLE THING TO WATSON AND HES LIKE DAMN SHAWTY HES LIKE THE REASON FOR HALF THE CRIME IN THIS CITY BUT HES SO NICE THO??? LIKE I EXPECTED HIM TO BE TOUGH AND EVERTHING NO HES JUST SOME POLITE PROPER UNDERSTANDABLE MAN WHO JUST HAPPENS TO BE VERY DIABOLICAL shawty is having a Crisis

And then watson is like wowww that was cool you wanna spend the night and sherlock is like "UNFORTUNATELY BESTIE I AM BEING FUCKING TRACKED DOWN ID LIKE YOU TO NOT DIE WITH ME"

This bit gave me a Moment Moment because oh my god. Then watson is like "no shut up i'm coming with you i don't care" and i just had to Take A Minute because THEY SWITCHED PLACES AAH SHERLOCK IS TRYING TO KEEP WATSON SAFE NOW AND WATSON IS NOW MORE RECKLESS BC OF HIM AND. AHHHH

Completely random but. How sherlock still refers to 221B as "our rooms" to watson even though watson hasn't lived their in years........ shawty i am emotional.........

SO THEY GODDAMN FLEE THE COUNTRY TOGETHER BC WATSON SAYS THEY HAVE TO STICK TOGETHER AND SHERLOCK HAS A MOMENT WHERE HE'S LIKE YEAH NEVERMIND PLEASE GO HOME WATSON AND WATSON IS JUST LIKE. NO. AND HSERLOCK IS LIKE. DAMN OK I HAVE NEVER HEARD YOU SAY THAT BEFORE

But. Ok as funny as this is. They have this fucking Conversation on the train to switzerland where sherlock is like "I have not lived in vain" and watson is like "YOURE NOT DYING" and hes like "i have not lived in vain. like i said. this will not be a bad way to die" UHHHHHH DAMN SHAWTY

hhhhhh and it just Gets. it. it. it Gets. These fuckers get to switzerland and they stay in a hotel and then leave for reichenbach but watson gets this goddamn letter telling him that hes needed at the hotel to basically save this lady's life. And he doesn't. Like. he doesn't even want to go he's like FUCK IT SHE CAN DIE IM NOT LEAVING YOU but sherlock convinces him to go fULLY KNOWING THE LETTER WAS FUCKING FAKED BY MORIARTY JUST AS A PLOY TO GET HIM ALONE

AND THEN HE JUST. WENT ANYWAY AND WATSON HAD TO WATCH HIM JUST LIKE GODDAMN WALK OFF INTO THE SUNSET LIKE "LITTLE DID I KNOW THIS WOULD BE THE LAST TIME I WOULD SEE HIM BUT IT JUST. IT HAD THAT VIBE YKNOW"

God I just. Wow sherlock really did that huh. He really went and did that. And I went over it in the post about this compared to yuumori but it just RUINED me how watson just. Never saw what happened and there's just so little information about it that all they have is these assumptions and pieces that just suggest that these guys met up, walked up to the goddamn waterfall having a nice civil conversation about how talented and smart they both were at this and how they revealed their methods to each other and complimented them because of course they did

And they just sat up there talking to each other so long and Moriarty legit waited politely or even possibly was the one that suggested he write a letter to watson in which sherlock just went "damn lol moriarty's pretty nice actually anyway uhhhh sorry watson ily ✌" and just like. left it up there in his damn cigarette box

But just like. damn the insinuation that moriarty just sat there and watched while he wrote that entire goddamn letter, sealed it up, and then got up and went alright buddy let's go but it makes no goddamn sense if they wanted to actually kill each other and assure they themselves would survive I could name like 23 different ways they could have managed it so easily and they Didn't. they were really set on mutual destruction huh. There's no way they were even trying to do anything but Die Together at that point and that's Something huh

It absolutely baffles me how they could say that these guys had plummetted like, holding each other tho. Like. ok lol but How Do You Even Know

It was certainly a ride. But the fact that Watson had to actively try to think like Sherlock to figure out what happened in the scene was just. The cherry on top. Especially after they'd consciously started to switch roles in this i just. Damn.

In conclusion uhhhhhhhh gay people real I suppose

#rowan views moriarty #rowan's hyperfixation essays #sherlock holmes #*screams* THIS BOY GOT ME FUCKED UP. FUCKED UP

[authoralexharvey]

30 Questions Tag

Thanks to @magic-is-something-we-create for the tag! Sorry I did it late @-@

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20-ish blogs you want to know better!

1. Name/Nickname: Alex/Sunshine, darling, turkey (by my dad), Cosmina

2. Gender: I’m nonbinary. The specifics are quite nebulous, but. Yeah. They/them pronouns.

3. Star Sign: Aquarius

4. Height: Uhhh I think 5′4 or 5′5

5. Time: 12:25PM

6. Birthday: Mid-February

7. Favorite Band: It’s constantly changing but right now, it’s a tie between Death From Above 1979 and Chase Petra

8. Favorite Solo Artist: Either Halsey or.... Bo Burnham or Mothica

9. Song Stuck Stuck In My Head: All Eyes on Me by Bo Burnham

10. Last Movie: uhhhhhhhhhh I think the last movey I watched was Toy Story 2. Been a few days.

11. Last Show: Phineas and Ferb

12. When I Created This Blog: March of 2020

13. What I Post: Writing (mine and others) and story stuff. Advice, inspo, etc.

14. Last Thing I Googled: Jamba Juice egg bite thingies.

15. Other Blogs: I currently don’t use any of them, but from what I can remember uhhh @cosmina-miki was my witchblr that I doooo want to come back to... and uhhh @fourth-hour​ was my guro blog,,, which I also want to go back to posting on. I also have an old old personal blog, two dead writing blogs, I think I deleted my nsfw one, uhhhhhhhh there was a fandom one, a short-lived positivity blog,,,,, I think that was it aside from a couple of group projects.

16. Do I get asks? Yeah! Sometimes it takes me a long time to answer them, but I still try to.

18: Following: Currently, 89. I need to go through again and thin it out.

17. Why I Chose My URL: I was running out of ideas considering the number of dead but not deleted blogs I have. It’s a play on “space cadet”, a euphemism my best friend and I share when we dissociate too much lol 

21. Lucky Number: 18, 1111, 808......... I think that’s it.

19. Followers: 98!

20. Average Hours Of Sleep: 6 or 7

22. Instruments: I used to play violin, which I really want to get back to, I sort of know how to play a guitar, I have a small kalimba and an ocarina.

23. What Am I Wearing: an oversized dress covered in moons and crystals. It’s laundry day.

24. Dream Job: Game designer. Mayyybe an accountant. I’m good with numbers.

25. Favorite Food: Mac and Cheese

27. Nationality: American

28. Favorite Song: I....cannot choose.

29. Last Book I Read: Alice Isn’t Dead by Joseph Fink and Edge of the Breach by Halo Scot

30. Top 3 Fictional Universes I Would Like To Live In: Oh god no.

K I’m not going to tag 20 people cause that seems so fucking excessive so instead I’m leaving this tag open! Do it if you want.

#alex has the floor #tag games

[the-fiction-witch]

Women Should...

MOVIE: LOVE ACTUALLY AGE UP COUPLE: SAM X READER RATING: CUTE 

I stood having a cigarette before class leaning on the old orange bricks while people passed by. The grey clouds floating gently across the sky my smoke joining them on the simple breeze.

"Hey, baby!!" A Loud Aggressive male voice yelled from the window of a car as it stopped at some traffic lights, it was an old beaten up Corsa at best with a dickhole exhaust all noise with no power and a neon green paint job with black racing stripes he wolf-whistled in my direction and smirked flicking up a pair of sunglasses "How About you smile for me?" I rolled my eyes putting my cigarette out and heading inside "ohh fuck you! you fat fridget bitch!" He yelled before racing off so I sighed heading to class slumping in my seat and groaning.

"You okay?" Sam asks as he sat beside me in his own seat "you seem a little rough"

"I'm fine Sam" I sighed "just dicks"

"Sorry Y/n,"

"Its fine guys are just assholes" I sighed

"They are... I apologise for my gender"

"Thank you" I sighed

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been a little off lately?"

"Fine... Luke dumped me" I sighed

"What?" He asks

"Luke dumped me," I said

"Ohhh I'm sorry y/n," He says "Hey want some chocolate?" he asks waving a chocolate bar towards me

"No thanks Sam" I smiled as we sat doing our work till class was over so we headed down towards the bus stopped until I saw the bunch of cars sitting by the stop shouting at girls there alone on their way home

"Hey y/n? Did you want me to drive you home?" he asks

"Really? Aww thanks sam" I smiled following him to his car.

We sat in sams car heading the long way home having stopped to get some dinner at a drive though sat in the car park in the back of his car eating our food

"Sam, why are you like the only guy who's not a dick?" I asked

"I don't know" he shrugs "Maybe I'm an Alien in disguise"

"It would make sense" I laughed "I hate how guys treat me and in fact treat al girls, there all just dicks! And so much expected out of guys to be manly ad ask the girl the problem is it turns them into dicks" I ranted

"Yeah you have a point y/n," he says

"Women should be allowed to walk around dressed however they want without dick holes catcalling them, and why do girls have to put up with it because if you deny it you're a bitch, why does a girl have to sit and wait for a guy to ask her out why can't she as a guy out? Why does a woman have to sit a wait for a kiss why can't girls just go ahead and kiss a guy if she wants? Why cant a girl lead on for sex?" I rant

"I completely get what you're saying y/n" he explained starting to explain too But I smirked and jumped on him kissing him he kissed back even if he looked a little confused when I pulled away "uhhhhhhhh okay..." He said in shock

"Sorry" I blushed

"Hu- ohh no no it's okay" He blushed sitting up a little more and fixing his hair "Did you maybe waNna.... Keep going?"

"Defiantly" I smirked pulling him back to kiss me

[heartofsnark]

Black Market Wonderland (Chapter Nine): We’re Covered In Lies and That’s Okay

Notes: I’ve given up on maintaining proper consistent schedules for my fics, but I want to attempt to update at least once every other month for each of my series that are going on rn. I always wanna say thanks for some of the replies/comments on my last chapter that were really supportive and awesome about my disaster of a situation with grad school. I struggle to like respond and be a functional human being, but i read everything and love you all.I will be trying to like alternate posting chapters to each series, monthly. So like, April is Tsun, May will be Dahlia, but uhhhhhhhh every time i try to be consistent, it blows up in my face so that's cool. 

Word Count: 7,152

Warnings: This one is pretty tame, cursing, some pettiness. I introduce a new OC cause i can’t fucking contain myself. 

Missed the last chapter? Link Here!

“Hmmm, I don’t know…” 

“Please,” Anais shakes her clenched fists in a begging motion, “please, please, please!”

The day has passed by easily enough, no snags or major confrontations from the idiots in the penthouse. A nice relaxed day of normal work with Anais clinging to her side, as they teach each other languages. It won’t be long before Tsuneko has to return her to her parent’s room for the evening, they’re walking that direction on the VIP floor.  All it took was mentioning maybe giving the young girl a present for her to start begging excitedly. Of course, Tsuneko already has the small pompompurin coin purse in her pocket, something she won in a crane game, but doesn’t need. 

“Hm, let’s see, maybe we can make it a reward. Do you remember how to sign, ‘hello, my name is Anais’?” 

“Yeah, see,” Anais replies with a big grin and signs the greeting, perfectly. 

“Here, you’ve more than earned it,” Tsuneko tells her, before handing over the little plush coin purse. Her blue eyes sparkle the second she sees it and she hugs it to her cheek. 

“I love it!” 

One of Anais’s hands wraps around Tsuneko’s, the other clutches around her gift, as they walk towards the room. The young girl is practically skipping as they near their destination. 

“Tsuneko,” a familiar masculine voice calls out, Mr. Bucci. 

“Hello, Mr. Bucci,” Tsuneko greets him, Anais hides behind her leg, shy around the strange older man, “Anais, this is Mr. Bucci, he’s a friend of my boss from Italy, why don’t you say hello?” 

“Ciao,” Anais murmurs, still a little awkward, but Mr. Bucci gives her a kind smile. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, say, Tsuneko. I’m sorry to be a bother, but would you mind showing me around the hotel? I’d get lost in a paper bag I’m afraid.” 

“Ah, I’m showing Anais back to her parent’s room at the moment, but if you could wait for just a moment, I can be with you shortly?” Tsuneko offers, even if the room isn’t far away, she wouldn’t feel comfortable just abandoning Anais on the VIP floor alone. 

“I don’t mind at all, go ahead.” 

Tsuneko excuses herself and Anais, leading the girl down the hall down to her parent’s room. She has a quick chat with Esme, about when the family is visiting Puroland, as well as the fact that Tsuneko may have days in the coming week where Ichinomiya will ask her to work outside of the hotel. It’s officially the second week of the bet and she’s expecting him to make a full force effort before the end of it, since he doesn’t seem keen on just giving up. She says her goodbyes to the family for the night and returns to Mr. Bucci in the hallway. 

“Sorry for the wait, sir,” Tsuneko apologizes as they start to walk towards the elevator. 

“It’s no problem at all,” he pauses for a moment, “I’m starting to understand more and more why Eisuke seems so enamored with you. Sweet, cute girl, great cook and good with children.” 

“Mr. Bucci,” her stomach churns at the thought of Ichinomiya’s saccharine fake smile, “you’re far too kind, I’m sure Mr. Ichinomiya isn’t quite as fond of me as you think.” 

“Nonsense, I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

“Uh,” she stutters as they reach the elevator, wanting to escape this conversation, “so, do you think you know exactly what you’re looking to do? I’m sure you’re well acquainted with the casino, but there are also museums, theaters, pools, plenty of restaurants with food from all over. There’s actually an Italian restaurant, people say the food is really authentic, but I wouldn’t really know, personally.” 

“Actually,” he cuts off her rambling, “I was hoping we could have a chat over dinner. I’m sure Eisuke won’t mind.” 

She’s sure he wouldn’t, so long as Tsuneko doesn’t out his bullshit. Her regular rooms are all cleaned for the day, the only thing left on the schedule is cleaning the penthouse. So, it’s not impacting anyone else in the hotel and she tells Ichinomiya she was buttering up Mr. Bucci, he won’t particularly care. 

“Yeah, that should be fine.” 

It’s an awkward elevator ride to the floor with the restaurants, Tsuneko’s arms are folded behind her back to feign some sort of confidence, despite how badly she wants to run. She can’t say for certain what Mr. Bucci wants with her, perhaps just mining her for information about Ichinomiya, but why would he need her for that. There’s a devilish part of her brain that reminds her this would be a chance to out him, to tell Mr. Bucci all about the little game Ichinomiya is playing. 

But she can’t bring herself to do something like that. Ichinomiya is an asshole and all-around garbage excuse for a human being, but his success affects more than just him. If the success of the Tres Spades continues to grow and get more money, the employees continue to prosper and make more money. The Tres Spades isn’t some shitty corporation that pays them minimum wage and no benefits. Tsuneko’s situation is an extreme case, she knows that, despite his piss poor personality, Ichinomiya and the Tres Spades take care of their employees. 

Not to mention, another hotel, means more job opportunities for people who may need them. People who were like her when she applied, desperate and needing a source of income, could have an opportunity to do more than survive. 

Plus, if the hotel expands across the globe, it can help employees in other ways. She thinks of Chisato and Itsuki, the two are basically engaged, but can’t movee beyond that point if they want to because gay marriage isn’t legal in Japan. Chisato has been with the hotel for years and can’t just move to elsewhere without having a job at least as good lined up. If there were more locations, in places where it’s legal, she could have both. So, if the Tres Spades expands…

As much as she hates to sound like a capitalist, helping Ichinomiya really does have ripple effects that help more people. She has to find a balance of not fucking herself over, but not hurting anyone else in the grand scheme of things.  

Tsuneko would message Ichinomiya, to at least let him know why she’ll be late cleaning the penthouse and so he doesn’t suspect she’s going out of her way to ruin things. But the only way she has of contacting him is the pager which is on a speaker and she’s not giving that man her phone number. 

They arrive at the Italian restaurant the Tres Spades has and Tsuneko immediately feels out of place. It’s mostly guests here for a nice dinner, dressed to the nines, while she’s in her maid uniform. The mixture of cleaner products and sweat is still heavy on her skin. 

They’re shown to a table and Tsuneko is trying not to anxiously bounce or move around in her seat. Mr. Bucci orders wine and she gets water, he seems to be beating around the bush, dragging her discomfort out.  Tsuneko forgets what she ordered a moment after she orders it. Mr. Bucci is the dictionary definition of calm, as he takes a sip of his wine, Tsuneko is sick of this. 

“What did you want to talk to me about?” 

He puts his glass down on the table and gives a small chuckle. Mr. Bucci has never struck her a mean or cruel man, but he’s a mob boss. There are so many dangerous places this conversation could go. 

“Cutting right to the chase, are you?” 

“My heart can’t handle doing anything else.” 

“There’s no need to look so scared, relax, eat.” 

She pops an appetizer into her mouth but can’t quite appreciate the taste through her nerves. The attempt seems to appease him to some degree, as he clears his throat to speak again. 

“Carolina has become rather infatuated with Eisuke, despite him having feelings for you.” 

“I don’t think he-”

“Please, humor me,” he puts his hand up to make her shush, “I know Carolina has been taking things out on you, which isn’t right, but she’s always felt her emotions very intensely. If your and Eisuke’s relationship were to go further, it would crush her, and she’d only get nastier with you.”

Is this entire dinner about warning her away from Ichinomiya for Carolina’s sake? Because that’s not an issue. Tsuneko wouldn’t waste her time fighting over a man she liked, let alone one she’s actively trying to avoid.  

“I know it’s asking a lot, but it would be nice if you and Carolina could become friends.” 

“Huh?” 

“I was hoping from the way he acted last time they met, perhaps he had feelings for her as well, but it can’t be helped. If Carolina could see you as more of a friend, less of a rival, I think it would be good for both of you.” 

“Uh,” that’s not what she expected, “if this is all about getting me to make nice with your daughter, I’m not sure there’s much I can do. I’m not exactly the one making it, uh, contentious. And even if I did, I’m not sure if it would make her feel any better about Mr. Ichinomiya.” 

“I know my Carolina can be difficult, but I do think it would help for her to have a friend here.”

“I’m not confident that I’m the best choice for that.” 

“It would mean a lot to me if you tried, maybe a girl’s day for the two of you could be arranged?” 

Tsuneko chews her lip and pokes at her meal, unsure of what to say or do. Her leg bounces beneath the table. Mr. Bucci strikes her as sincere, he genuinely wants the best for his daughter. And Tsuneko can see his point, Carolina doesn't strike her as the type who probably has a lot of female friends. The kind of mentality where Women are competition and men are some sort of prize. Which is exhausting. Both for those around her and surely for her as well.

"If you can get her to agree, I'll be more than happy to spend a day with her."

"Wonderful. I'll let you know when a date is arranged." Mr. Bucci smiles at her and Tsuneko prays Carolina refuses. The meal concludes with Tsuneko trying to hurriedly eat her entree, as to not waste the previously untouched food, and Mr. Bucci insisting on paying. 

Her mind wanders as she makes her way to the penthouse, she thinks of what he said, about believing Ichinomiya might have had feelings for Carolina. Everything he does, especially for business, is intentional. Even the smallest gesture calculated. He doesn’t give soft smiles or too long touches by accident. 

And while Carolina might be the type to misinterpret signals, her father doesn’t seem as apt to do so. Which, makes her wonder, did he lead Carolina on for the deal? Not that she thinks much of him to begin with, but that’s another layer of gross. 

She arrives at the penthouse, seeing a mish mash of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Baba and Kisaki are the only two of the auction managers there, but there’s four women gathered around them. Three she doesn’t know and one, she’s sadly familiar with, the girl who insulted her weight at the event Ichinomiya dragged her to. The women are undoubtedly beautiful, dressed in short seductive dresses. They’re guests, or at least she has to assume so, which sadly means Tsuneko needs to be well behaved. It’s one thing to mouth off to the assholes who bought her, but actual guests of the hotel she has to behave around. 

“Hey, princess,” Baba greets her, a woman with long red hair on his left and another with raven black hair on his right. The girl from the event is next to the red head, while another blonde is practically sitting in Kisaki’s lap. 

The three unfamiliar women give Tsuneko a quick once over but seem to ultimately decide they don’t care about her presence. While the one she’s met before, maintains a sharp cruel gaze. Unlike the other three, she doesn’t even seem to be fawning over the men, almost bored with this. 

“I’m here to clean,” Tsuneko announces with a customer service smile, “would anyone like anything to eat or drink before I start?”  

Kisaki and Baba shoots her confused looks, no doubt taken aback by her kind attitude. However, she can’t risk being inappropriate around actual guests. 

“Make yourself useful and get us some wine,” the familiar woman pipes in, showing off her empty glass like Tsuneko is too stupid to understand otherwise. 

“Of course.” 

She gathers the empty glasses and makes her way to the penthouse kitchen area.  There’s a bottle of fancy red wine on the counter, from whenever they first served it, so she tops off each glass and brings it out to them. 

“So, you let maids up here?” The redhead asks, twirling a crimson lock around her finger. 

“Koro’s special,” Kisaki taunts, despite his sugary sweet smile, and she bites her tongue, only sending him a quick pointed glare. 

“I’m the penthouse maid, Tomori Tsuneko.” 

“I think the dog name suits you more,” the event girl tells her, her eyes sharp. She’s a pretty girl, a shaggy pale blonde bob hair and burnished orange eyes. 

“You’re so mean, Kaede,” the blonde on the arm of Kisaki’s chair gushes out, like it’s cute. 

“If that’s all, I’ll begin cleaning now.” She at least has a name to attach to the mean girl, though she’s not sure how much that will actually help her. 

Tsuneko busies herself with cleaning the lounge, letting the residents become background noise. She manages to catch that Baba is reading the girl’s fortunes with cards. All of them but Kaede, oohing and aweing over it. 

“Hey, pretty lady, come over here,” Baba calls over suddenly as Tsuneko is dusting, every fiber of her being wants to tell him to shush and let her clean. But there are guests, actual guests here. 

“Is there something you need, sir?” She says instead, hoping the sir will somehow get her point across. Yet, Baba is smiling like a damn idiot. 

“Do you wanna have your fortune read?” 

There’s an annoyed twitch behind her eye, she is working. She can see Kisaki gremlin smirking out of her peripheral vision. They’re trying to push her buttons. 

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m working, sir.” 

“Oh, there’s no need to be shy, you know you can always call me Micchy!~” 

He winks at her, three girls giggle, but Kaede still shows no signs of being entertained. Instead, her nose wrinkles. A clatter of glass as she smacks her finger into the stem of her wine glass, knocking it from the table. 

“Ah!” Tsuneko flusters and rushes, she catches the glass before it shatters, but red wine drenches the front of her uniform. It soaks and chills through the fabric, making it stick to her. 

“Couldn’t let you slack off for too long,” Kaede tells her, voice hushed and a mean little smirk pulling at her lips. 

The door to the penthouse opens within the next moment, Ichinomiya and Oh entering the lounge. Like moths to a flame, suddenly the four women all flock over to them, abandoning Baba and Kisaki. 

“Eisuke, it’s great to see you again!~” Kaede gushes and he narrows his eyes. 

“We were waiting for you to get here!”

“I didn’t think we’d actually get a chance to meet the king!” 

“You’re even more attractive in person, oh my god!”  

“Are you okay?” Baba asks her, suddenly close and in her personal space. 

“Yeah, better on me than on the linoleum,” she awkwardly tugs at the wet chest of her uniform, cold drops of wine rolling down her cleavage, that Baba’s eyes seem to follow, “nothing got on your cards?” 

“Of all the things for you to be worried about,” Baba looks her in the eyes again and sighs, like he’s dealing with a child. 

“I mean, I could also worry about how you two just got ditched for Ichinomiya,” she teases, voice low, as Baba carefully takes the glass from her hand. He’s being, nice. 

“We’re used to it by now, some girls will do anything to get close to boss.” 

“What’s going on here?” Ichinomiya questions, glaring at the women for a moment, before his eyes land on Tsuneko and her wine-soaked uniform. 

“We just thought, it’d be okay for us to come up here and spend some time with you,” Kaede tells him, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

“I take it, we know who’s to blame for letting you up here,” Oh glares at Baba who just grins. 

“What’s wrong for having some beautiful women here?” 

“Women who find it necessary to throw wine at my staff.” Ichinomiya narrows his eyes at Kaede, he doesn’t even have to wonder who’s to blame. 

“Accidents happen,” Kaede waves it off, “she’ll be fine, why don’t we have a drink, just the two of us?” 

“Get out.” 

“Huh, don’t be ridiculous-”

“I don’t have time for this, get out, now.” 

Slowly and with their heads hanging down, the women leave the penthouse, like they’ve been scolded. Which, she supposes isn’t that far from the truth. 

“Ugh, I can still smell their perfume,” He’s not wrong, the smell of expensive perfume still hangs in the air. 

“Are you sure you should talk to guests like that?” 

“They’re not staying here.” 

“What?” 

“Those women just hang around in the casino, like flies,” Oh explains. 

“God damn it, I was polite for nothing!” 

“It was so funny watching you try to behave yourself.” Kisaki snickers. 

“Oh shut up, now, if you’ll excuse me,” she says and starts to head to the door, wine making her thighs stick together awkwardly. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ichinomiya stops her. 

“I’m gonna go change then come back to clean, the wine didn’t get on anything else, so don’t worry.”

“You’re going to let guests see you like that?” He narrows his eyes at her, and she looks down at the mess on her uniform, not that she needs to, she can feel it sticking to her. 

“Well, it’s not going anywhere on its own.” She flails her arms out, glaring at him, what the hell does he expect?

“I’ll see if Kenzaki can bring you up a change of uniform.” 

“Come on, you can get cleaned up in my bathroom and we’ll get your uniform taken care of,” Baba says, placing a hand on the small of her back as he leads her towards his suite, even though she knows where it is, his hand is welcomed warmth against the chill of the spilled wine.

She steps into his bathroom, familiar with the elaborate set up. The sun is just starting to set, shining orange golden light in through the giant window. 

“There’s bathrobes for you to change into or you can borrow some clothes from me if you’d like.” He winks, because of course he does. 

“I’ll take the bathrobe.” 

He gives a melodramatic pout and she pushes him from the bathroom. The door shut behind him, she takes off her shoes and starts to unbutton her uniform. Her eyes dart between the tub and the shower, immaculate. The idea of relaxing back in a hot soapy bath looking at the sunset out the window, sounds so nice. However, reality is a cruel mistress, and she doesn’t have the luxury of taking her time and relaxing. She’s technically on the clock and she’s better off just taking a shorter shower. 

There’s a bit of relief from the sticky wine, tacky on her skin, when she lets her uniform drop to the floor and peels off her stockings. The worst of the mess is off her, but it’s well soaked through the layers to her skin. She can even feel the residue on her nipples where it’s dripped down and soaked through her bra.  Her underwear joins the pile of clothes and she starts up the shower, steam filling the room. 

She leaves a towel over the stall door and steps under the hot water. There’s an array of the hotel provided items with soft clean neutral scents, but she notices a few of Baba’s products as well. They’re all rose and jasmine scented, floral almost romantic scents. Not that different from her own shampoo, but just slightly stronger. Of course, he drinks rose tea and uses rose soap, like the cheesy schmuck he is. Those thoughts don’t stop her from using it. Tsuneko’s muscles relax as she washes the grime from her skin and hair, not just the wine but the sweat of the day so far.  

The door creaks as she’s massaging soap into her breasts, she jolts, a slick mess of suds and water in the shower stall makes her feet slip. She just manages to burrow her fingers into the towel before she yelps out, her ass hitting the floor. Pain shoots up her tailbone. The door swings open further. 

“Tsuneko!” Baba’s voice jumps an octave as he rushes into the room, whirling around to see her. She scrambles to place the towel, so it covers her chest and groin, though she feels like he probably already got an eyeful in the amount of time it takes her. 

“What the hell are you doing?!” 

“Are you okay, I heard you yell?” 

“Yeah, because you opened the fucking door!” 

“Uh, oh,” realization seems to dawn on him, and he covers his eyes before turning his back to her, “I was going to get your clothes, so we can send them to be cleaned.”  

“You couldn’t have waited?!” 

“The quicker they’re washed the better, you don’t want the stains to set.” 

“Just go!” 

Baba flusters about for a moment before grabbing her pile of wine-soaked clothes and leaving the bathroom. She heaves out a deep sigh, once she hears the door shut behind him. Tsuneko gets back up on her feet, the towel is completely soaked now, so she tosses it aside. Fearful of another interruption, she finishes up as quickly as possible. 

She shuts the shower off and does a quick dry off.  They’re probably still sticky, but she goes to grab her underwear, to find they’re not there.  Great, so not only has Baba seen her naked, but he knows what kind of underwear she wears. And, she’ll be wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath,  around them all. Lovely. 

The bathrobe is clearly meant for an adult man and she doesn’t see any in smaller sizes. It’s soft fluffy white material, she pulls it on, she feels and looks a bit like a marshmallow, but that’s not a complaint. Plus, the excess fabric should make it easier to stay covered. It sags a little low on her shoulders, the sleeves hang over her hands, and the bottom drags across the floor as she leaves the bathroom. 

Baba is just outside the bathroom door and she can’t help the pout that pulls at her face, asshole. He’s smirking in response and her fist is connecting with his side in the next moment. He barely flinches at the strike and she can feel the muscle beneath his shirt. 

“Pull that kind of shit again and I’ll castrate you.” 

“I only had the best of intentions, scouts honor.” He gives a cheesy little smile and scout salute, that she isn’t buying for a second. 

“Hmmph.” 

She lets out a huffy noise as she fixes her still damp bangs and moves towards her stuff that’s on the side table. Baba must have taken them from her pockets when he got her clothes. There are wine stains on some of her sticky note pads and a bit on her phone case, the phone itself doesn’t feel soaked, however. It’s already been scratched all up, she’s not sure how much more it can handle. 

“This is the first time I’ve seen you with your hair down, somehow you just manage to get prettier and prettier.” 

She rolls her eyes at his compliment, despite the heat in her cheeks. It’s sweet and she’s sure he’s right, the only one who’s seen her with her hair down fully was Kisaki when he was fixing it for the event. She twirls a still damp lock of her around her finger. 

“You never lay off with the cheesy shit, do you?” 

“I’m just an honest man.” 

“You walked in on me showering and stole my underwear!” 

“I was honestly trying to help.” 

A heavy sigh escapes her as she puts her phone in the robe pocket and heads to the lounge, hopefully Kenzaki has brought a change of uniform for her. Baba follows after her, Kishi is on one of the couches smoking a cigarette. He managed to miss the chaos, lucky him. 

“What the hell?”

“Don’t ask.” She waves him off, dismissing him and his smoke cloud as she takes a seat. Tsuneko is careful to fold her legs in the chair so she stays cocooned and covered in the robe. 

“One of Boss’s fangirls got a little testy.” 

“There are no spare uniforms in your size, so you’ll have to wait until laundry services washes yours,” Ichinomiya explains to her. 

“So, what I’m hearing is I’m getting overtime pay?” 

Ichinomiya sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, but he doesn’t argue with her. At the very least a bit of extra money in her bank account, but now she’s stuck spending time with them. Last time she was actually sat down with them was when Ichinomiya gave her the confidentiality agreement, before she proposed the bet. She can remember just how tense and rigid she was, now she’s curled up in a robe. 

She fiddles with the edge of the robes sleeve, suddenly aware of the strangely vulnerable position she’s put herself in with them. Hair damp from the shower and still down, not a smudge of makeup, in nothing but an oversized robe. Something about it all seems cozy, comfortable. She curls her knees in a bit closer at the thought, as if providing a bit more protection. 

“Since you’ve got time you want to get your fortune read, now?” Baba offers, smiling. 

“Aren’t you a little old to believe in that kind of shit?” 

“You wound me and so soon after our special moment together in the shower.” 

“Don’t say shit like that!” She reaches out and smacks him with the long sleeves of the robe, it hits his face and he just keeps grinning. 

“Don’t tell me you’re into old men, now, Koro.” 

“He walked in while I was showering!” 

“You really have the worst luck, don’t ya?” 

“You’re telling me. Speaking of shitty luck and women who hate me, Mr. Bucci wants me to spend time with Carolina.” 

“Does he now?” 

“And you actually agreed to that?” 

“What was I supposed to do?” She shoots Oh an incredulous look. 

“I’m not sure that’s the smartest idea, princess.” 

“Mr. Bucci is gonna talk to her about it, best case scenario she refuses and worst case scenario I have to suffer through a day of her snide little insults.” 

“Did you forget they’re mafia members?” 

“And Carolina is jealous of you.” 

“So,” she shrugs at Oh and Baba’s implications, “she’s not gonna do anything crazy.” 

“You can’t let your guard down around people like that.” 

“What’s that suppose to mean, slacker?” 

“Exactly what it sounds like.”

Kishi and Oh are glaring daggers at each other, Oh’s hand starts heading towards where she’s sure his gun is. She tries not to snicker and starts scrolling through her phone again. Ichinomiya clears his throat, stopping the short-lived altercation. 

“Make sure you take your pager.” 

“Why, so you can badger me when you want coffee?” 

“Just do what I say.” 

“Just do what I say,” she mocks him, not bothering to look up from her Instagram feed. Chisato posted a cute selfie, that she gets a glimpse of before her phone is pulled from her hand, “hey!” 

Kisaki has a hold of her phone, he’s perched himself on the arm of the chair she’s sitting in, his smarmy gremlin grin on his face. She doesn’t need him going through her phone, she’s already had one of them see her practically naked today. 

“What are you look- hey,” she grabs her phone and yanks it from his hand, before pushing him off the chair arm. He gives a little yell, before his ass hits the floor. 

“Don’t touch my phone.” 

He shoots her a disgusted look from the floor and she hears the other men snickering. 

“You’re so aggressive,” he says, glaring at her. 

“Do you have something on there you don’t want people to see?” Baba asks, smirking. 

“What is or isn’t on my phone is none of your concern.” 

“You’re not helping yourself.” Ichinomiya isn’t looking up at them, but he’s smirking just the same. 

“You’re not wrong.” She sighs, hiding her phone away back in her pocket. 

There’s a knock, before Kenzaki steps into the lounge, carrying a laundry bag. 

“Tomori’s clothes have been washed.” 

She’s already out of her chair and making a beeline for Kenzaki, plucking the laundry bag from his hand and muttering a thanks before heading towards Baba’s bathroom. Tsuneko double, triple, checks that the door is locked before she starts to change back into her uniform. There is absolutely no signs of the wine on her uniform, the laundry services at the hotel are beyond amazing. Once she’s changed and tucked everything back into her uniform pockets, she’s able to get back to work. Cleaning the lounge and suites doesn’t take her much time at all

Tsuneko returns to her dorm later than average, going through her nighttime routine of caring for Kiyo and preparing for that stupid auction. The only thing unique to the whole process at this point is crossing off days until the end of the bet. It’s the final marker of the whole routine now, the last thing she does before she closes her eyes. 

The next day at work isn’t quite as entertaining, Anais is enjoying Puroland with her family. Meaning, Tsuneko is left to her own usual routine. The first part of her shift passes by calmly and she gets to go enjoy lunch on time. Sakiko is eating a later lunch, Chisato and Itsuki got their lunch breaks to match up and are having a more romantic venture. So, Tsuneko decides to go out grab a quick bite during her break. Chisato already warned her that the gossip about Tsuneko working in the penthouse is only getting worse, so she’d rather have some distance between herself and her coworkers for a moment. 

After filling her stomach with hamburger steak and catching up on Monster Lovers during her solo lunch, she’s headed back to the hotel. There’s a soft breeze blowing through as she reaches the backlot, just as a group of unfamiliar men venture through the back door. What are they doing? It’s always something at this fucking hotel. 

“Excuse me, sirs!” She yells out as she starts sprinting after them, whatever reason they’re here, she plans on finding out. They don’t stop or respond out of earshot as she starts into the hotel. A glimpse of their back as they venture down the stairs, down to the basement level, she yells again. No response as they continue towards the sub-basement level, Wonderland. 

“Hey!” Her voice jumps up another three octaves as she rushes down the final set of stairs. There are even more unfamiliar men there, a line forming out of Wonderland door. Men shoot her confused looks. It’s all random men of all ages and appearances, though, most don’t seem too pleasant. 

She stomps and pushes her way through, all of the men shooting her dirty looks as she elbows her way through the crowd. Finally, she manages to make it into Wonderland. The Hatter is at the table across from one of the men, who have flooded the room.  He has a notebook open before him and is scribbling notes, like he’s interviewing them. 

“What are your hobbies?”

“Horse races, dog races, poker, pachinko.” Some man tells the Hatter in a gruff voice. 

“Oh, so you’re a gambling man then. How much would you say you usually bet at once?”

“Everything I have at the moment.”

“You like high stakes bets then!”

“I borrow money from friends sometimes, tell ‘em I’ll pay them back with interest.”

“Have you paid any of these friends back?”

“Not yet.” 

“Alright then. Next, please,” he calls another strange man forward to take the other’s place, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“Hey.”  

“I have several questions I’d like to ask you; do you live nearby?” 

“About thirty minutes by train, I guess.” 

“Yes, that’s a very fine distance; what are your hobbies?” 

“Afternoon naps.’

“Pffff,” she scoffs, making both the man and the Hatter looks up at her. 

“Alice! Where have you been?” The Hatter shoots her a bright smile, while the man is glaring. He barely looks old enough to drink, so if he’s trying to look scary, it’s not going to work for him. 

“I just got back from my lunch break, what is all of this?” She gestures to the crowd of men. 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Not in the slightest.” 

“I’m having auditions for the new March Hare and Dormouse.” 

He’s not seriously letting strangers back in here, so soon after being robbed. 

“And where exactly did you find these men?” 

“I put an advertisement up on the website craigslist.” 

“What?” Her eyes grow wide, that’s so dangerous, people have been killed from doing stupid shit like this. 

“The online world is dull compared to Wonderland, but it’s very convenient.” 

“No way, nope,” she shakes her head emphatically, “you’re not doing this.” 

She pulls a chair from the table and climbs to stand on it, drawing attention to herself as well as seeing over the crowd of strangers. 

 “Alice, what are you doing?” 

“Hey,” she calls out, “I’m sorry, but you all need to go! The position is closed, there is no job, sorry for the trouble, you gotta get out of here!” 

“Alice!” The Hatter’s yell cuts through the disappointed grumbles of the men, she’s never seen him so angry, “please, do not act selfishly like that!” 

“Selfishly!?” 

“They all came out to be interviewed and you’re being rude!” 

“I’ll show you rude, everybody get the fuck out!” She stomps her foot down on the chair for emphasis. 

The Hatter is glaring at her as the men slowly make their way out of Wonderland. She needs to call Kenzaki and let him know, in case any of them get wise ideas about venturing through the hotel and causing trouble. Tsuneko hops down from the chair as the last man meanders out, grumbling under his breath about how good the pay was and she shuts the door behind him. 

“Why did you interfere?” The Hatter is glaring with a heavy, childish pout. 

“Because that was beyond stupid, that’s why!” 

“I must find a new March Hare and Dormouse! You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”

“That’s not the point, I don’t give a shit about the hare and mouse!” 

“Did you forget how lovely our parties were?” His face falls from anger to sorrow, unable to quite meet her eyes. 

“Did you forget that you were robbed like, two days ago?!” 

“Of course not!” 

“And what, you thought you should just have more strangers here?” 

He bites his lip and doesn’t meet her eyes, brow furrowing. 

“Do you have any idea how reckless that was? Any of those men could have robbed you or worse! Did you even think about that? Huh, what if I came down here and found you fucking dead, ‘cause you let anyone with a pulse and internet just waltz on in.” 

“I-”

“And what about everyone else here? What if one of them decided to go do something to a guest or one of the workers? For fucks sakes, even if those men weren’t bad, what if they found out about the auctions? What do you think Ichinomiya and them would do to keep them quiet?!” 

“I-”

“You could have gotten yourself and someone else killed, you can’t do this shit!”

His butt hits the ground with a thump, he’s plopped on the ground and pulled his knees to his chest, hiding his pouting face there. Watching an actual seven-year-old child felt less like babysitting. She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, getting her phone from her pocket then punching in Kenzaki’s number. 

“Hey, yeah, it’s Tomori. We’ve had an issue in the tearoom with security, everyone is safe, and nothing is taken. But I think it might be good to keep an eye out for any strange characters.”  

Kenzaki assures her it’s taken care of and she hangs up, looking over to see the Hatter still hasn’t budged from his new spot on the floor. She sighs, she knows he wants his dream Wonderland tea party, but he can’t sacrifice his own or someone else’s safety for that. Tsuneko chews her lip, the March Hare and Dormouse didn’t do much, other than arrange furniture. She can do that; god knows the pair of them weren’t conversationalists. 

Most of her plushies are licensed characters as are most of the ones in her crane games, so they probably won’t work for him. She does a few searches for dormouse and hare plushies, it takes her a few moments to find ones cute enough to add to her cart. Tsuneko sits on the floor next to the Hatter who’s still pouting. 

“I just wanted to have our tea parties again,” he mumbles against his knees. 

“I know, sweetie, but hey, how about these?” She nudges her phone against his knee, getting his attention. He finally looks up, eyes soft with unshed tears and biting at his lip before looking at the phone. 

“Oh…” 

“Would that work, having stuffed animals instead?” 

“Would you be happy with that?” 

“Well, yeah. I mean let’s be honest, the March Hare and Dormouse weren’t exactly shining conversationalists. All I care about is that you’re safe.” 

“That’s good then,” he says with a soft smile. 

“Okay, I’ll order them and the tea party will be complete before you know it.” She pats her hand on his back, hoping the gesture can convey even just a bit of comfort. He seems to relax under her touch. 

The door rattles open and all that comfort is useless as Ichinomiya steps into the room, no doubt Kenzaki informed him of the situation. The Hatter visibly curls into himself as the CEO’s harsh gaze lands on him. 

“What happened?” He doesn’t ask for, so much as demand an answer. 

“I-” The Hatter stumbles over his words and stalls, that shy soft-spoken boy shining through the façade. She squeezes his shoulder tight. 

“There was a little issue, he let in a few strangers…but they’re gone now.’

“You let strangers in, again?” 

“Um…”

“I already ripped him a new one. You know why it was wrong, right Mads?”

He nods his head, hat nearly falling over from the force of it. 

“And you’re not gonna do it again, right?” 

Another nod. 

“See, it’s fixed, I just wanted to make sure Kenzaki knew what happened, just in case.”

“I can’t have just anyone coming down here.” 

“He knows, he knows.” 

“He can talk for himself.” 

“Not with you scaring him, he can’t.” 

“Is this going to happen again?”

“No, I won’t do it again…” The Hatter mumbles out a response. 

“I’m holding you to that.” There’s a subtle threatening edge to his words, like a father threatening to ground his son. 

“He knows, go, go,” she tries to shoo him off like a fly, earning a glare, “I’ll make you coffee when I clean the penthouse later.”

“Obviously.” He sneers and gives another stern look towards the Hatter before finally taking his leave. 

She spends a few more minutes with the Hatter, ensuring he’s feeling better before she goes back to work. Her shift passes by with her on edge, looking out for any of the men from the Hatter’s auditions. None of them seem to have spread out to the hotel or taken up causing trouble, so she’s able to finish up work with little trouble. Other than a moment of annoyance when she makes Ichinomiya his precious coffee. 

“You guys wanna get drinks?” Chisato asks as they’re leaving the locker room. 

“You sure that’s a great idea with little miss pervert here?” Sakiko points a thumb in Tsuneko’s direction, a hint of pink in her cheeks. 

“I’m not up for it anyway, so don’t worry.” She playfully shoves her as they leave out the back entrance. With the stress of the Hatter’s little auditions, this is the kind of night meant for cozy pajamas and ferret cuddles. 

Chisato and Sakiko wave a bye to Tsuneko as they venture off towards the bar, her towards the dorms. Her steps halt, who’s outside the dorms? It’s a younger man, mess of auburn hair and green gold eyes, leaning against the building. A moment passes by before she realizes where she’s seen him before, he was one of the men interviewing with the Hatter. What on earth is he still doing here?

“Hey!” She yells out as she marches over towards the guy. 

“You really do yell a lot, don’t you?” He comments, raising an eyebrow at her. 

“What are you still doing here? I told you to go home.” 

“And why would I do that?” 

“’Cause there’s literally no reason for you to be here.” 

“What’s the deal with the dude in the basement?” He asks suddenly and it’s like ice water’s been dumped on her. Of course, there had to be one person who stuck it out to ask questions. 

“That’s none of your business.”

“Alice, was it?” 

“Tsuneko, now go home.”

“I’m Hachirou, look, if I can’t make a buck off of this, I at least wanna know what the hell is going on,” he pleads as she’s opening the door to the complex. 

“Go home and stop answering craigslist ads, it’s dangerous.” 

With that she disappears into the complex, heading to her own dorm. Once there, she peeks out the window, watching as Hachirou finally takes his leave. She clutches her good luck charm and hopes that will be the end of it, for his sake more than her own. 

#kbtbb kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #eisuke ichinomiya #soryu oh #mamoru kishi #mitsunari baba #ota kisaki #rhion hatter #tsuneko tomori #black market wonderland

[hazbin-hotel-aesthetics-quotes]

uhhhhHhhh Mimzy and Sir Pentious? It’s strange but I think it would be cute

C: Not a bad ship

We do not know what Mimzy’s character is, but I can see her and Sir Pentious together. Yeah, it’s weird, but I imagine Mimzy as a gold digger. And Sir Pentious, even if he is ridiculous in a comic sense, must have a fair amount of money. I mean, building an armed zeppeling with ray guns and all is not cheap.And I’m pretty sure he would be willing to pay for a pretty girl like Mimzy.

(Sorry for the late reply, with Valentine’s Day and the weekend I had very little time to answer the asks!)

#hazbin hotel pairing

[jocelynships]

i wanna hear about your ocs!!!! tell me about them please??? :3c (dreamy-skies-station)

@dreamy-skies-station

OKAY WOW UH I WASN’T ACTUALLY EXPECTING ANYONE TO ASK ABOUT MY OCs AJKSDHDSJKSF OKAY UHHHHHHHH

I’LL JUST TALK ABOUT WHO I GOT REFS FOR THIS ART IS OLD AS FUCK I APOLOGIZE I’M GONNA MAKE LIKE… ACTUAL REFS FOR THESE DUDES SOON I’LL DO THIS UNDER THE CUT BC THIS GOT LONG AS FUCK

Okay, I’m a hoe for 80s shit, idk if you all know this or not, but behind Marvel, I’m in LOVE with 1980s hair bands (bands like Poison, Bon Jovi, Motley Crue, KISS was a hairband in the 80s just look at them in the 80s after they take off the makeup it’s CRAZY AF) and I had this idea for a story with an immortal monster hunter, and I thought it would be funny if she was fairly young immortal, so I figured in the late 70s/early 80s she’d get smacked with those powers of immortality. And I thought it would be even funnier if she was running around with a hairband made up of 4 human guys who have no fuckin’ idea what any of this supernatural shit is, but run with it bc she’s their friend

I have like… a lot for this story I’m not gonna get into everything, but the supernatural creatures aren’t just limited to monsters, but also fantasy creatures too so like *shrugs* I’M WORLD BUILDING LIKE CRAZY WITH THIS SHIT

So first off, we got Roxanne Watson. She’s fiercely bisexual and can kick major ass. She got her immortal powers at 26, somewhere in the late 70s I’m thinking, so she’s fairly young. I’m thinking about the funny shit I can pull whenever another character asks her about past stuff. All Roxanne can tell you is how the Beatles took over the world in the 60s and about how she snuck into KISS concerts when she was in her 20s.

Anyways, she dates the lead singer of the hairband I’ll talk about in a bit, but since he’s not immortal they have to break up (she actually runs away in the late 90s bc she can’t deal with the fact the people she cares about are getting older and will die one day, she has a huge crisis over it and Does Not handle it well), but she ends up with a pretty vampire lady who’s a bit of a reckless dumbass but she’s lovable. Roxanne said Bisexual Rights everyone.

But anyways, Roxanne has a lot of inner turmoil about being immortal. She’s not able to see her family again, her friends are all going to grow old and die one day, it’s just super depressing man. So when she runs and goes off the grid for like 20 years she goes from being pretty upbeat to being closed off and all that. But she gets pulled back into the scene by a young girl destined to become an immortal herself (the kid’s name is Maddie, when I draw her I’ll post about her) and the pretty vampire lady who’s name I have not decided yet. I’m thinking maybe Janet or Lita for her name. Also they team up with the older Pyromanaics to kick some ass bc there’s an evil immortal dude trying to like… kill everyone.

AND NOW ONTO THESE GLAMMY ROCKSTAR BOYS WHO I MADE TOO PRETTY FOR MY OWN FUCKING GOOD 

These are The Pyromaniacs! I literally just came up with them on a whim but I am in love with these boys. They’re all dumbasses. Except Phoenix. He’s the only one with a brain cell. Also Ash is supposed to be a hairy dude, because holy fucking shit look at hair band dudes. THEY ARE HAIRY.

Anyways, let me tell you about each of them, from left to right:

Jax Embers, the drummer. He’s the cute, innocent one, the one everyone fawns over. He’s also the youngest and can be a bit impulsive and energetic. But you gotta love him. Literal ray of sunshine.

Phoenix Ryder, the guitarist. He’s the only one with a working brain cell. He’s pretty laid back and quiet, doesn’t say too much. He’s Mysterious™️. Doesn’t really like the spotlight, but doesn’t mind some attention from cute guy or gal (he said bisexual rights too)

Ash Arson, lead singer. He’s a bit of a show-off and appears to be really cocky on stage, but in reality he’s a nice guy, pretty humble too despite being an idiot at time. He’s just doing what he loves. Never wears a shirt bc that was A Thing with the lead singers of a 1980s hairband.

Harley Blaze, the bassist. He has absolutely No Chill. He’s ready to throw down like… 24/7. He fights with Ash a lot because Ash is a dumbass and likes to start shit with Harley. But he’s not a bad guy. He once jumped into a crowd to beat up a creep messing with a 16 year old girl at a concert bc that’s a big no no. His real name is Harley Davidson for shits and giggles.

OKAY SO LIKE THAT WAS A LOT BUT THE PYROMANIACS ARE MY BOYS AND I LOVE THEM A LOT! Also I made all five of these dorks too pretty for my own good and my bisexual ass is crying because I wanna smooch my own characters, but there’s nothing stopping me from doing so.

Ash is supposed to be the heartthrob of the group, but almost everyone I’ve shown these to really like Harley for some reason?? Idk, but I support them. He’s a grumpy bitch (he chills out as he gets older tho)

So yeah, they formed in the late 70s, and at their first performance gig Roxanne got her powers and they were freaking out because some magic shit just happened and now there was a girl passed out and no one else around. I should mention the evil immortal dude attacked and murdered another immortal who was looking for Roxanne so… chaos. Roxanne chased him off tho, but tried to save the other immortal who was dying. So instead, the dying immortal just gave Roxanne her powers and… yeah. Sorry, this is a mess lol I’m TIRED it was a long day.

They also show up as older guys later on in the story since the story actually takes place in like modern days, and I have to work on designing their Old Men looks but I have some ideas. 

There’s a few other characters such as Maddie and Pretty Vampire Lady, and then the evil immortal and the main three immortals who are in charge of the other immortals but… I haven’t developed them as much yet. Well, Maddie has a pretty solid backstory and stuff, I just need to design her.

So if you want to know more about Roxanne and the Pyromaniacs feel free to message me! Also none of them are straight just saying. So like. If you wanna smooch Roxanne or one of the guys, be my guest dude. I support you!

#asks #dreamy-skies-station #joce’s ocs #<- i’ll use that tag for my ocs from here on out

[acornrising]

'#Ask Me About My Opinions On Comic Books' As someone who doesn't read comic books, what's the difference between Marvel and DC/your opinion on either?

Ah! Sorry for the late response, I was at work all day and then I went to see a free screening of Little Nemo in Slumberland! (on the subject of comics....)

Anyway, the difference between Marvel and DC is... they're different companies. I guess you could make the argument that Marvel is more consistently political in its work, and that it has a history of being more 'mature' in that sense, but that's not as true nowadays, I don't think. Most all comics are political these days, politics sells, and more importantly, comics have long since been a commentary on society so how ‘political’ they are depends on how tuned in you are to the current state of affairs. 

There's also the sort of. Rule of thumb that's cropped up in regards to their movies: DC can't to live action for shit, but it does make consistently KILLER animated series/movies. Marvel makes mostly Okay animation, with a few Really Good ones in there, but DC quietly releases consistent STUNNERS in terms of animated media (Or at least. They release consistently stunning Batman animated media. Superman is the quintessential superhero but we all know who is bringing home DC's fucking bacon. Also Justice League, Justice League animated movies are surprisingly great. The animated series was too, but like. Really DC had like a solid decade of winning animated superhero TV series between the 90s and mid-00′s and we don't Appreciate that enough.).

But in general, there isn't really a clear difference between the two. They're both giants in their field, and their field is the American Superhero Genre (and various smaller genres who are graciously funded by the bread and butter of Superheroes. That is starting to change tho, non-super comics are starting to pick up real traction, we are in a GOLDEN age of indie comic book storytelling.). DC has the Justice League, Wonder Woman, Batman, Superman, Marvel has the Avengers, Captain America, Iron Man, Captain Marvel (? (What a nightmare, so DC pulled a stunt way back when and made up a character, Captain Marvel, like 30 years before Marvel the company came to be, but then Marvel made their own Captain Marvels and it was a fucking mess, so eventually he got rebranded as Shazam, but like, his older incarnations still go by Captain Marvel, so uhhhhhhhh yeah I don't actually know who the Big Girls are in Marvel and I only know who their Captain Marvel is because 1. Movie 2. This convoluted nightmare of copyright)).

Anyway, like I said, of the Big Two I am quite decidedly a DC girl, and really, it just comes down to 'I enjoy their characters more.' I tried, I just. Never really got invested. Marvel movies, they sure happened. Other than like, the XMen, I do have a soft spot for them, ESPECIALLY Nightcrawler. I'm not saying they're Bad Characters or Bad Franchises or that people who like them have Bad Taste, just that they just ring my bell. I like my Batman Rogues, I like my Shadowpact, I like my Sandman and Dreaming (Vertigo but like, Vertigo is just DC's edgy pseudonym yannow? Which apparently they're getting rid of which is fucking weird.). I like my Wonder Woman. I won't get into the many, many side characters I love because we'll be here all day (I will give you one: Detective Chimp. Detective Chimp is finally getting utilized again in Justice League Dark and I'm so so happy, I recommend reading it except don't because like four issues in they pull some BULLSHIT where they cross the lines, and they have a mini event but they don't clearly MARK it as a mini event, and to even begin to understand what's going on you have to go out and find the other issues which are also not clearly listed in the series itself, and basically, to understand what's happening, you need to stop at issue #3, then go find the Wonder Woman/Justice League Dark crossover, then read issue 56 of Wonder Woman, THEN read issue 4 of JLD, then read issue 57 of Wonder Woman, then find the Justice League Dark/Wonder Woman crossover yes it is DIFFERENT THAN THE WONDER WOMAN/JUSTICE LEAGUE DARK CROSSOVER, THEY ARE BOTH MARKED #1. It's a nightmare. Comics are bad, don't do them, they'll break your fucking heart.)

#not fr #Anonymous

[tieflingboi]

Regressuary Day 1

PROMPT:  A and B are playing C walks in and is very confused.

A blanket fort was a loose term, it didn’t nearly describe the complete extravagance that was this interconnected channels and chasms of blankets that Molly had built.

They had insisted to Jester that they strip the house of its blankets and turn the living room into a fort kingdom and Jester hardly needed convincing. The two had spent the better half of the day building then playing in the fort. They both sat in the largest cavern in the blanket city, dolls scattered around them. The best part of the blanket idea, Molly thought to themself, was that the two could play in there and none of the others realised.

Bau had arrived home an hour ago and upon seeing the blankets had only responded with a “Are you guys fucking? Because if you are you better clean up the fucking mess.”

“We’re not fucking Bau!” Jester had laughed as she shared a conspiratorial look with Molly.

“‘’Kay.” and with that Bau had gone upstairs. A blanket fort, while not something they did often, wasn’t exactly off brand for Molly and Jester, so this really was perfect. Molly could be little in the fort and no one except Jester would know!

It wasn’t that Molly was afraid of the others knowing, they trusted them all, but honestly, they didn’t think they could deal with the constant teasing that would come from Bau and Nott.

Caleb didn’t like kids so he wouldn’t judge but he wouldn’t want to interact with Molly when they were little and Fjord, probably would be awkward but kind, Yasha, well Yasha would be stoic but she knew Molly since before they had a name so when she got back from wherever she was on assignment Molly would probably tell her. It was Bau and Nott they worried about. But that didn’t matter now, because Molly was in a fort and nothing bad can happen when you're in a fort!

They were quietly voicing the woeful monologue of the pink teifling doll, her life was a tragedy it seemed, first she had been late to work and now a shark had bitten her legs off. IT truly was a tale that rivalled that of Romeo and Juliet. Jester giggled “Oh gosh what a sad life she has!” They opened thier mouth to respond but snapped it shut when the front door opened.

“Hallo is anyone- uhhhhh what?” Caleb was home.

“Good Afternoon Caleb! Molly and me made a blanket fort!” Jester chirped, her hand stretching out and ruffling Mollymauks hairs gently.

“Oh, I see.” Caleb was silent for a moment, clearly thinking. “Would it be okay if I joined you? I don't want to intrude but- “

“You can come in Caleb but we’re not fucking if that's what you think we’re doing!”

A series of choking noise seemed to be strangled out of Caleb's lungs, “No, Scheiße, no I did not think that. I… I am just tired and wanted to be able to have a conversation while being able to see you.”

“Oh” Jester hummed thoughtfully, She looked at Mollymauk questioningly, they just stared back, they trusted Jester to make the right choice, she was smart and Mollymauk was too small to think of all the things you need to think off with these kinds of things. “Yeah! You can come in Caleb its okay just don't knock anything over~”

“Ja.”

There was a sound of muffled groaning and shuffling as Caleb crawled into and through the entry tunnel into the main area. Finally, he sat crosslegged next to Molly, breathing heavily. It seemed to take him a a minute to notice the dolls scattered across the floor as well as the one in Molly's hand, now firmly placed in their lap.

“Are those Notts old dolls?” Caleb asked softly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah.”

“You’re playing with dolls?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Why not?” Jester jumped in picking up one of her own dolls and lightly tossing it at Caleb, who still managed to fumble, “do you want to play with us?”

“Uhhhhhhhh…” Caleb's eyes darted around, clearly very confused. Molly watched as the man's hands fluttered anxiously as his sides, then one arm reaching up to unconsciously scratch across his forearm as he normally did when distressed. Caleb didn’t like not knowing things, Molly knew, and Calen clearly had no idea what was going on.

“Sometimes I’m small.”

“Waz?”  fingers still twitched as if electricity flowed beneath the skin.

Molly hummed, slowly piecing together the right words, words are hard. “I never got to be a kid because I woke up only a little bit ago. Jesters idea. Sometimes I’m small and I get to do things like forts and dollies and cookies and not having to think.” Caleb didn’t like kids a lot, Molly knew, they brought their pinky finger to their mouth and nibbled on it anxiously, “sorry.”

“Liebling.” Calebs voice was soft, “There is nothing to be sorry for.” He shared a look with Jester that Molly would later register as a ‘we need to have a very long talk later’ but for now they only smiled, Caleb wasn’t upset, that's good.

“What were you playing? I am afraid I am not good at these kinds of games but I am happy to watch.”

Yeah, nothing bad can happen in a blanket fort.

#Age Regression #regressuary #ageregression fic #little!molly #mollymauk tealeaf #caregiver!jester #jester lavorre #confused af!caleb #caleb widogast #autistic caleb #no editing we die like men

[machudson]

any of the Kids? (tanrine,logan, sorrel n kirsikka too)

already did tanrine so ill do the others! also i fucked up the formatting horribly partway through so sorry if that still has any effects

logan

favorite thing about them: uhhhhhhhh…… idk now that i think abt it im not the biggest fan of canon him? i do appreciate that we have At Least One chub/fat character but also like. the bar feels so low lolleast favorite thing about them: i dont like how hes treated like a Pure Lil Kid like tanrine is………….. like he LITERALLY watched clementine nearly die (and at the hand of someone close to him too). and then presumably within a year of that his mom drowned. he stays up too late playing video games on the regular and just gdhkjsgjfshljhfaldskjsha he gives off such Depression Vibes but hes NOT and it infuriates me. hes the fucking epitome of depressed teenager. but tammys just like :^) the only mental issues of any kind that anyone has are body issues :^) like… please……………… he may be physically soft but he is not an uwu boy.favorite line: “I’M PERFECTLY FINE AND OK!”brOTP: cosmo (gamer bros) bella (Big Sister) jonquil (kidsquad and ps eventually Get Close and they have the solidarity of oldest in each group + Same Trauma)OTP: the rest of the kidsquad i guess? also this is very lowkey and hypothetical but angelo….. i hc logan as 17 and that angelo just turned 18 at the time of him dropping the mask so imo theyre not rly that far apart agewisenOTP: remember back in like spring/early summer 2016 when people jokingly shipped him and whinter for a bit? that was bad dontrandom headcanon: really into mechanics/engineering!!!!! in school au hes def in a robotics clubunpopular opinion: already said this up in least fav but hes bepression. also i feel like hes Kind Of An Asshole? not intentionally hes just beyond the point of giving a shit.also this is more like… serious but i really do not like the thing with his halloween costume being a werewolf. like. i dont wanna go too into depth but its…………………… NOT GOOD song i associate with them: superfast jellyfish - gorillaz, generation why - conan grayfavorite picture of them: ive got a COUPLE. first one is his process of emotions of Marian Gay. also not pictured here cause its big but the snowing pic and also the komala pic and his yawn on first match pg 4

sorrel

favorite thing about them: i appreciate having some pure, genuine, raw, unadulterated anger. least favorite thing about them: CONSTANTLY USED AS COMIC RELIEF. like GOD give my boy a rest and some character development Pleasefavorite line: he doesnt really. have. any. :’) brOTP: JONQUIL + the other two sj members…. also bella. she rly sees herself in him. she too was once an angry teen. OTP: tanrine tbh….. logan and kirsikka too ofcnOTP: DAISY!!!!!!!! and you know. anyone over 18. side note he def has Baby Gay crushes on jonquil and/or cosmo but Thats Not Something To Actually Shiprandom headcanon: re:above hes bi because bi teenagers! we are everywhere! also like .. when basically his only friends are Those Three? like. unpopular opinion: it feels like the only content we get of him is ship content, making fun of his height, and [SCREAMS]. like. please. actually as far as tammys male characters go? their height seems to largely correlate with the quality of content they get…. and as sorrel is the shortest. he doesnt get jack shit.song i associate with them: gonna go far kid - the offspring (DONT @ ME), pardon my freedom - !!!, baby’s on fire - die antwoordfavorite picture of them: THE STYLE TESTS SHE DID W HIM TWO OR SO YEARS AGO? GODLIKE

kirsikka

favorite thing about them: HMMMM…… im glad we have weeb representation. shes just out there. living her Best Life. enjoying some gotdamn Content. hell yeah least favorite thing about them: IDK i guess just how…. little content we get of her? also like tanrine and daisy she appears to have the Awful character trait of shipping other people. stop thatfavorite line: SHE DOESNT HAVE MANY RIP…. “dont fall asleep there are still two seasons left”brOTP: bella and [REDACTED]…. wait i jsut realized ive listed bella for all four KidSquad members as brotp. she really is Big Sister Energy. also weve never seen her interacting with logan? let them be The FriendsOTP: the other three kidsquad members, [REDACTED] if a certain theory of mine turns out to be wrong, and depending on ages, merry (rd) in bup!nOTP: idk just. anyone over 18. shes babey. random headcanon: i dont think this is too patreon-y to say? since vadelma more or less seems to b gemstone themed, assuming kirsikka has a similar power, hear me out………… geode eye hole.unpopular opinion: idk if this is so much an unpopular opinion but ???? ive been hoping for quite a while that we get a plotline thing for her and that never happened. just now i was going through stuff related to her on the cct blog and “she has not expressed any interest in trying to battle again. As far as her family knows” hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm please tammy. pleasesong i associate with them: ahhhhhh idk… since i do all my playlists by a number system and its not rly clear where she fits into that as a side character….. i dont have a playlist for her…… i guess strawberry blonde - mitski tho? also this is way more ship related but lollipop - mika. and obligatory caramelldansenfavorite picture of them:

(that second one is from her sketching on stream. sadly that version of the page didnt end up being the final one :( still adorable tho)

#im sorry i dont have that much for sorrel or kirsikka :( we dont see them enough #tt #ask meme #sammy i will get to yours EVENTUALLY. sorry this took so long rip but im having dinner w a friend and im leaving in half an hour so i dont #anonymous #asks #AGH MY TAG #i dont have time to start any more :( #ramblins #cause Three In One

[kvlpa-moved-blog]

uhhhhhhhh so I’ve thought about it a bit and I’m..... gonna be taking a full hiatus from here for. About a month? Yeah, till the end of August. Things have been Really Not Good irl lately and I just don’t have the energy to be here right now. I’m sorry, and if anyone wants to unfollow or drop threads, I understand - I just ask that if you unfollow you softblock, and if you wanna drop a thread just shoot me an IM - even if I’m not logged in/don’t respond that way I’ll at least know when I come back.

Again, I’m sorry, but. I just. Gotta step away right now.

#»» 「 ooc 」 #»» 「 tbd 」 #mobile. #ill queue this up a few times and mix it in with the other shit thats in there #but yeah i just. things arent good right now. im sorry. od go into details but honestly youve all probably heard it before #and who wants to listen to me complainlike really #i am gonna be logging out tbh ill be on my personal if im on tumblr at all #so ill. see you guys either in discord or when i come back

[the-fiction-witch]

First

TV SHOW: GAME OF THRONES  COUPLE: WHITEY WINN X READER RATING: CUTE + KINDA SMUT

NORMALFIC

I hummed my little tune as I stood making cookies looking out my kitchen window down the dusty La belle streets, I stopped my tune a moment when I heard a funny noise outside my window I heard my dog spot sit up in his bed listening too I'm sure if there's anything odd he will find it so I took a batch of cookies out the oven sitting them on my windowsil to cool for a while, and going over to do other things until suddenly- Spot starts barking loudly at the window I turned and saw a familiar mess of hair drop below my window so I went outside with spot going around to my window to see Whitey ducked under my window looking spooked with a cookie in his hand spot instantly ran to him jumping on him and licking his face "AHH hello yes hello spot" he laughs trying to make the dog stop "shhh quiet, you'll give me away" he says "Too late" I smile and he noticed me standing up from the ground "Ohh hi y/n..." H blushed I saw his eyes glance to his right a moment before he tried to run off in that direction luckily before he even got three steps away I grabbed onto his gunbelt so he couldn't get any further "What where you doing under my window whitey Winn?" I ask "Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh..." He blushed "nothin'." He says "Nothing?" I ask making him look at me his eyes looked at mine a deep red blush flooding his cheeks before he looked at his feet "I was... Checkin' for, spiders?" He says unsure of himself "Where you?" I ask starring at him and he cracked "I'm sorry I'm sorry I was stealin' cookies, just stop lookin' at me like that" he blushed "Alright, you can have that one cookie now run along back to the office" I laugh "Thanks y/n, but uhh I did actually come over to uhh ask ya somethin'" he smiled fiddling with his fingers "Ohh? Go on then" I smirk crossing my arms "Would ya like to uhh come down the river tonight? With me?" He offered "ya know have a nice little walk down and have a little stroll we could take spot up for a wa-" he began "Shhh!" I told him "spot knows that word" I laugh "Ohh well, did ya wanna go?" He asks blushing hard holding his hand on the back of his neck a little "Sure, come over at four" I smile giving his cheek a kiss and going back inside.

I smiled fixing my little ties on my dress up tight when there was a knock at my door and spot barked "Who is it?" I ask "It's uhh it's me y/n" I heard whiteys voice smile "Ohh come on in whitey" I yelled and I heard the door open and close spot jumping and trying to play with him "Whoa whoa hey spot" he laughs "I'll be out in a minute whitey" I smiled "Ohh uhh sure, take ya time y/n" he blushed I could hear him talking and playing with spot while he waited for me as soon as I was done I came out from behind my screen and saw whitey stood looking much cleaner then normal like he had actually had a bath today a very rare thing for Mr Winn his hair clean and brushed too, he even smelt clean a even rarer thing for whitey his clothes clearly been cleaned as well all sitting as perfect as he could get them with his gun belts gone and his little brown leather jacket on "Hey" I smile "Hey, you uh ya look beautiful" he blushed "Aww thanks whitey" I laugh "Ohh uhh here, I brought ya some flowers" he smiled handing me a little bunch of daises "Awww whitey there beautiful, thank you" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss and going to put them in some water "Ya welcome" he blushed "You didn't have to do all this you know, where just taking spot for a wonder" I laugh "I know, I just uhh kinda thought of this like a uhh like a date even of we are just takin' spot for a walk" he smiled and I giggled as spot jumped on him pushing whitey to the floor barking and jumping very excited giving whitey a little kisses "I did warn you he knew that word" I laugh "Shit I forgot" he laughed "Spot down" I laugh and spot came over to me s I got my Jacket on "come on then whitey" I laugh helping him up a moment and going to get spot ready "here your stronger then I am" I smile handing whitey the lead He nodded and we headed off towards the little river "He's strong, I don't know how ya do it all alone y/n" He laughs "You get used to it, you develop strong arms and hands" I smile holding onto his arm "Uhhhhhh yeah" he blushed once we got down to the river we let spot run around and play and we sat by the river bank chatting till I yawned resting my head on his shoulder "Hey" I smile "Hey, ya okay?" He asks and I nod "Whitey?" I ask "Yeah?" he asks turning a little to see me I smiled glancing at his lips he blushed hard glancing at mine too so I moved forward gently pressing my lips to his he smiled into the kiss quickly kissing me back our lips moved together perfectly like they where made to kiss each other I gently moved a hand around his neck and the other to sit on his chest he moved to have one on my waist the other hand on the ground to keep himself up till I pulled back he was blushing a bright red smiling widely almost laughing nervously "How was that?" I ask "Uhhhhhhhh good" he stuttered "Good?" I ask "Really really really good" he laughs "sorry y/n I uhh I have no frame of reference" he blushed "How so?" I ask "Well..." He smiles nervously "that was my first kiss" he shrugs "Did you like it?" I ask "Of course I did, it was amazin'" he smiled "Did you enjoy yourself?" I ask "Very very much, I've been waitin' for forever to get to kiss ya" he smiled taking my hand "Good" I smile giving his lips another little kiss "so that was your first kiss whitey" I laugh "funny I was your first kiss" I smile "I always wanted ya to be" he blushed "So...if I was your first kiss? Does that mean you've never... You know" I smirk "Never what?" He asks "Never, you know" I smirk running my hand down his leg "Ohhh uhhh no" he blushed "just on my own" he blushed "Did you want me too?" I ask him and he froze "I uhh well I uhhh I umm" he stuttered struggling to look at me before at last he nodded "not like now though" he says "Why not?" I ask "There's stuff I wanna do first, like maybe have a second date darlin'" he laughs "Okay save for next week" I smile giving his cheek a kiss "isn't there anything else you wanna do?" I ask after a while "Well...I wouldn't apose to another kiss?" He asks "Of course you wouldn't" I smirk giving his lips another soft kiss he smiled happily kissing me back till we both moved back "anything else?" I ask "Well I uhh... Could I maybe?" He stuttered holding his hands just infront on my chest "Really?" I ask "It's okay if ya don't wanna" he says moving his hands away quickly I laughed giving him a kiss and taking his hand giving each a kiss and letting him put his hands on my chest "whoa ..." He blushed "they uhhh... They feel nice" he blushed lightly gropeing them though my dress "Nice?" I ask "Very very very nice... amazin' actually" he blushed so I smiled giving his lips a kiss and moving his hands away as I got up "Come on we need to get home" I smile and he nodded holding my hand as we called spot and began the walk home.

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[pumpkan]

6, 17, 22, 46

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? If i was to simplify it? Blonde ladies and dark haired men <3 Though my tastes have changed a bit lately. I do like a mature gentleman ;)

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Theres probs bacteria in a whole bunch of places. Intelligent life though? Yeah, but really far away. The odds we'll ever meet them are so low

22. Where would you like to travel?

England (to meet friends!!!!), Ireland, Japan... mmm maybe somewhere in africa, though I don't know much about it, aside that its crazy beautiful and huge and diverse

46. What are you paranoid about?

uhhhhhhhh running into highschool friends. if any of you are reading uhh sorry. its just been too long and im weird now

#pumpkablah #i love you lassie!!!!!! #wanna go to england and visit you!!!!