#bp au hour wattpad dreamer

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i may have spent the last 4 hours going through all the bp angst aus, bp romance aus and both bp au wattpad dreamer tags but how’s YOUR evening going !

damn u truly had the bloomic 2 experience

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The server is a werewolf pack, who's the alpha that's gonna make mc their mate and how do they do it?

PAIN 

SUFFERING

DEATH,EVEN 

Quest snarls and grabs Nightowl by his neck, throwing him to the floor. Nightowl's eyes light up and he moves as if to lunge back at the alpha.

Toaster places a calm hand on Nightowl's shoulder and the young pup turns with a growl.

"You know how this is going to play out."

Nightowl turns back to Quest, a low rumble in his chest. Quest evenly meets his gaze, unwavering, until Nightowl looks at the floor with a whimper.

Across the room, Xyx glances over at the commotion and picks at his teeth. "Your call, boss."

"That's right. My call."

It's then that they all finally turn to you, and you can't help but shrink back at the intensity of their stares. Quest slowly moves towards where you're seated and crouches at your feet.

"It's alright, angel." He holds his hand out with a warm smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "I've got you."

You can't help but look at Nightowl in that moment. His pained expression is like a knife through your heart. But you've talked about this. He knew. He always knew.

Swallowing, you take Quest's hand and stand with him. He places his large hand on the small of your back and guides you out of the room. When the door shuts behind you, you hear Toaster immediately start to lecture Nightowl.

Quest gently drags his fingers across your back as he pulls you from the door. The hallway is long, winding -- built into the side of the mountain, this hideaway has been perfect for the pack for decades. If only you didn't get lost in it at every turn.

"Where are we going?"

His hand gently slides up past your shoulder blades until it settles on your nape.

"To my room."

He presses gently on your neck and a sigh escapes your lips. Quest can't help the possessive growl that rumbles from his chest as he drops his hand to take yours and pull you towards your future.

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author's note: i had to stop every other sentence to stare at my ceiling and ponder my life choices

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mc gets sold off to the very famous band Blooming Panic by their very bad mother for extra money! they are devastated... but it turns out all the members of the band are interested in them?! HOW WILL THIS COMPLICATED LOVE STORY DEVELOP !!!

thank u for coming and i'll see u later B)

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I'm jk. Let's have a little chat instead.

You may have noticed this hour has gone on for a liiiiiiittle longer than intended. As of writing this post, we're past 6.5k total words for just this hour (LMFAO) which was uhhhhHHHHH not supposed to happen.

But... it also kind of was. I wanted to leave you all with a stupid fun little send-off before I'm out for a bit next month. I really enjoy interacting frequently with this community, so I am genuinely sad to force myself out of it for a short time.

One thing I'd like for y'all to take from this is that writing is supposed to be fun -- it doesn't always have to be "deep" or "introspective" or any of that. Just have fun. Be goofy, be stupid, hit post. That was the energy these past couple days.

Were all of the posts good? No. Were some of them cringe as hell? Absolutely. But was it fun to let myself be cringe and maybe not aim for perfectionism on each post? Definitely.

Keep writing. Like I said before, who give a shit. Write what makes you happy, don't be afraid to post quick drafts, and be fucken free.

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Also jk again of COURSE i'm doing this trope AHAHAHAHA-

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Your mother throws you on the ground in front of the immaculately dressed quartet. "There. You said you had money for me, right?"

One of the men steps over you and hands your mother a suitcase packed to the brim with cash. "All yours, ma'am."

She gleefully takes the case and turns away without a second glance at you. You hear her steps fade into the night and try to hold back your tears. What did I do wrong? Why does this have to happen to me?

One of the men kneels in front of you and lightly smacks your cheek. "Hey. Look at me."

You raise your head and met with the eager grin of -- Nightowl? Is that... is that Nightowl??

You jump to your feet and gawk at the sight in front of you. Nightowl. Quest. Toaster. Xyx. Fuck. Xyx!!!! The four members of your favorite pop boy band -- Blooming Panic.

Your hands clap over your mouth and Xyx chuckles. "They recognize us, of course."

Toaster scoffs. "Who wouldn't at this point?"

"W-what do you want with me?" you stammer out.

The last member, Quest, laughs. "That's so cute. I can have them first, right? We agreed?"

Nightowl quickly stands and brushes the dirt off his pants. "Nuh-uh. I was first."

Quest snaps as he remembers and nods. "Oh, right! Sorry, Owl."

"First for what??"

Nightowl winks and takes your arm. "Let's find out, shall we?" ------

author's note: they then proceeded to throw water balloons at onionthief for several hours. nightowl needed someone to carry them for him

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xyx and mc coworkers au and have to go to a conference at a hotel ~but there was only one bed~

"...You're joking."

You close the hotel door, tired as shit and hoping it's not that bad. You two have just come back from the hotel bar. You aren't drunk, but, you're tipsy enough that a warm bed sounds perfect.

"Is there something wrong with the room?"

"Yeah, there's something wrong with the room."

Xyx steps to the side to let you pass by, only to be met with what he was most definitely referring to. The bed. Singular. One.

You glance around -- not even a couch or a sleepable chair nearby.

"Should we call the front desk?"

Xyx shakes his head. "Unlikely they'd be much help. Booked up for the conference, remember?"

Shit. You bite at your lip but tentatively set your bags down. "I can, I mean, we can just-"

"Stop. I'll go find somewhere else to sleep." Xyx checks his watch. "It's barely past ten. I'm sure I can find somewhere nearby."

You grab his arm as he turns. "That's not necessary!!"

He eyes you up and down. "It is. Trust me."

"I mean, can't we just, I don't know, sha-"

"Share??" He laughs. "Me and you?"

You nod lamely. You know it's not great to do, but, you feel too guilty. Besides, nothing would happen. It's not like he's too fond of you anyway.

His expression darkens at your nod, one fist at his side clenching slightly. He takes a step towards you and you let go of his arm.

"You have no idea what you're suggesting, doll."

"H-huh?"

He keeps... he keeps moving towards you? You stumble back until your knees hit the bed and you fall back, catching yourself with your hands. He places his hands on either side of you, leaning far closer than he ever dared to before.

You blink. "W-what are you..."

His eyes fall to your lips and linger there for a second before meeting your stare again. It's then that you notice how disheveled he looks, how nice his tie looks when it's loose like that, how his mussed hair smells faintly like pine, how his breath smells like the rum you two shared. How his eyes pierce through you -- hungry.

"You have no idea what you are suggesting."

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author's note: this was option #2 mars

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almost every wattpad story has that one scene where a guy is bothering the mc so the main boy comes up and says GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER. SHE IS MINE. it is SO BAD and annoying... can i have that scenario with quest or xyx LMFAO

You're out dancing. Briefly left alone on the dance floor while your partner heads to the restroom, you shrug and keep on dancing. The music thrums in your chest and the bodies around you are a mess of color and noise as you move with them. You might have drank just a hair too much, but it's all right. Your boyfriend is here.

A hand slides around your waist and on instinct you lean back into it. "Babyyy..."

Stubble scratches your cheek and you freeze in place. Someone's unwelcome breath hits your ear as the person behind you laughs. "Who left you all alone, hm?" His voice is low and gravely and far too interested in you.

You try to shrug him off you but his hold remains firm, another arm coming to snake around you from the other side. You're now flush against him, and a pit of disgust forms in your stomach as you realize he's trying to sway with you to the loud music.

He shifts back with you and you stumble a little. "F-fuck off, let go!" You can barely manage that out through the panic beginning to restrict your throat.

He nuzzles your hair and kisses the crown of your head. "You know you don't want that."

He's pulling you somewhere, you realize. No, no, no, no!

Your vision goes fuzzy as you feel the first pinpricks of a panic attack. His hands shift on your body and a bubble of vomit threatens to emerge at the sensation. Wrong hands. Wrong hands.

Vaguely, you hear shouting a few feet away -- but you can't quite make it out through the loud music and your blood pumping in your ears. You realize he's pulled you just a few meters away from a back exit and in a panic you find the willpower to bend and bite at his hand.

"Fuck!" He shouts and rips his hand from your mouth, nearly slamming it against your throat and bringing his lips to your ear with a snarl. "Try that one more time and-"

Your bodies are ripped apart with a loud, sickly thud as something crashes into the man's face. You fall to the floor and someone leaps over you to dive on top of the large man. He starts pummeling the man with his fists, shouting something over and over that you can't quite make out.

A girl crouches next to you as a crowd forms. "You okay, sweetie?"

You shake your head, tears forming as the sound of fists meeting flesh seems to get louder and louder. Someone cuts the music and you hear security get called.

Only then can you hear what the person is saying, and realize who it is.

"Xyx!!!"

You leap to your feet to try pull him off the man, who by now is rather black and blue and trying to block Xyx's fevered punches.

"Piece of fucking shit, you fucking low life degenerate waste of air, touching my fucking partner--"

"Stop! Stop!"

You grab his arm and he whirls, ready to scream at whoever is trying to hold him back. You start -- there's blood red fury in his eyes and his expression is twisted up in an anger you haven't seen before.

At the sight of you, though, his face falls and he stands and yanks you away from the man. He hugs you close to his chest and murmurs absently. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Noise gets louder across the room as security approaches and the girl who helped you touches Xyx's arm and points to a side door. "Go. Don't worry about it."

Xyx lets go of you as if it pains him to do it before gripping your hand and rushing out the door. The moment it's shut behind him he yanks you back into that all-encompassing hug and buries his face in your hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

Is he... crying? Your heart falls and you hug him close. You can't help a cry of your own escaping your lips, and the sound is glass in his ears. -------

author's note: this did not go as intended. anyway stream nobody like u reprise

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fake dating nightowl so his parents get off his back

"Smile!"

Nightowl leans against you, arms wrapped tight as you both wear your brightest smiles. Nightowl's father snaps a quick photo and his mother claps.

"Perfect. Lovely photo, dear."

You pull away from Nightowl and Nightowl mouths "sorry" to you. You shake your head and the two of you turn when his mother clears her throat.

"Alright, you two can run off now. Thank you for obliging us," she says to you, patting your arm as you pass towards Nightowl's room.

"Door open!" Nightowl's dad calls after you two and Nightowl rolls his eyes, leaving the door ajar.

You both sit cross legged in front of his bed and he sighs. "Thanks again. You're really a lifesaver."

"Of course. Anything ya need."

Nightowl leans his head back against the bed and stares at the ceiling. "No, really. You saved me from being set up with one of the worst people I know."

"They aren't that bad, come on."

"I've known them since I was a baby at church. Trust me." He tilts his head 'til it slides to your shoulder. You pat his hair -- it's always so wonderfully fluffy.

"How long do we need to do this?"

"Eh. 'Til college?"

"Oh, that's not very long."

He's quiet for a moment before replying. "It'd be fun if we could do this a little longer, right?"

You comb your fingers through his hair and nod. "Yeah, it'd be fun. I don't mind being pampered by your mom."

"Ha." He laughs dully. "I'm glad one of us is getting pampered by her."

"Ah..." You realize your mistake and wrap your arms around him in a hug. "Sorry. I know."

He hugs you back and you let him bury his head in your shoulder. He does this from time to time -- he's always been a touchy person. You hum and rub his back as the minutes tick by, oblivious to the blush on his face.

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author's note: my freshman year of college, i rode my bike too fast around a corner at 2AM while listening to this remix and crashed face first into the sidewalk. some frat bro across the giant grassy lawn thing saw me and just shouted "AY. YOU GOOD?" I was not good.

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WATTPAD CLICHE??? IT'S MY TIME!!! YANDERE NIGHTOWL LMFAOOOO

"Ngh..." Nightowl clutches the scratched and bent photo to his chest -- it's you. You're laughing at a coffee shop, your face lighting up in that exact way that makes his brain vibrate and his chest tighten. He glances at it over and over, as if he believed that looking way for too long would erase you from his memory.

"So fucking perfect."

You murmur something in your sleep and Nightowl cranes his head back to see if you have awoken yet. No such luck. But the way the sun hits your face... ohhhh. Ohhhhh.

He delicately places the photo back in his box full of pictures you don't know were taken. As he carefully pulls himself back up onto the bed, he can't help his hands immediately grasping at any skin he cansee -- your arm, your back, your cheek. He gently traces his fingers and sighs when you shiver in your sleep at the touch.

"Sleep as long as you'd like, cutie." He dips down to kiss your cheeks, cradling your chin as if you were made of porcelain.

You shift and the headboard creaks -- looks like you got wrapped up in your restraints a bit without thinking. Nightowl tsks and reaches up to untangle your hand. How the heck did you manage that, darling?

After, he sits back to once again admire his handiwork -- your wrist tied to the bedpost. He chose your favorite color for the rope, remember? And it looks so lovely against your soft skin.

You murmur something and Nightowl lays at your side, pulling you in and wrapping the covers tightly around the two of you. The sedatives will wear off soon, but don't worry -- he knows how bad those last ones tasted. He's got some better ones now. Only the best for you.

He snuggles his face into your neck.

Mine. All mine.

-------- author's note: bet you thought this was over. unfortunately for you i was merely distracted by my need to live in a capitalist society

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robo, my lord, can you give us a taste of detective!mc trying to catch mob boss!quest 🙇?

"Gotta be faster than that, sweetheart."

Your gun is knocked from your grip before you can turn and two strong hands grab you and shove you against the rough brick wall. His breath is warm on the back of your neck as he chuckles.

"Let go, asshole."

He shoves you harder against the wall in response, the rough surface scratching your skin and his hands bruising your arms. "Be a little nicer, angel."

You jerk back against him and he laughs. "That all you got? After all this time?"

"Fuck you."

"Is that an invitation?"

You stomp at his foot and he pushes into you even harder.

"Go ahead. Do it again."

Your body starts to feel a little too warm against the cool wall. He leans in close so his lips are a hair's width away from the shell of your ear, and you instinctively try to shrink away -- unsuccessfully.

"Follow me again. And I will kill you."

"You-"

"I'm not playing, angel." He dips and presses his lips to your jaw.

Voice shout from around the corner and Quest lifts and turns his head. "I'm here," he calls.

He pulls you back from the wall and shoves you down the alley.

"Go. Now." ----

authors note: so today i had to go to work instead of working from home. the worst part is that they only have monster at the office instead of red bull. i had to choke my daily 2 cans down but it was not the same. it was not the same.

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apartment neighbors au: mc and nightowl get stuck in their apartment buildings elevator together

"Ah, shit."

Nightowl bangs his fist on the door and you scowl. "That's not going to help anything."

"I know, I knowwwww." He groans and turns to face you. "When did they say they'd get here?"

"Thirty minutes? I think?"

"Well. I guess it could be worse." He settles cross-legged on the floor and leans up against the cool metal wall. "Come on. Sit."

No. This could not be worse. You? Trapped in an enclosed space with your neighbor crush?

This is a nightmare.

"Sit? That carpet is disgusting."

He shrugs with a yawn. "Suit yourself." God. Why is that yawn cute?

You two are quiet for a couple minutes, idly checking your phones or staring at the strange carpet patterns that you aren't sure are intentional or accidents along the way. It's sort of disgusting, but... fascinating as well.

You can't help it, though -- you keep sneaking glances at Owl. He's got a loose tank-top on, and some stupidly comfortable looking sweatpants. And flip flops? Isn't it winter?

"Where were you going like that?" The words slip out before you can stop them and Nightowl blinks at you.

"Like what?"

"Er, well, you know..." you gesture to his outfit and he looks down then back at you.

"I'm dressed!!!!!!"

"Barely!!!"

"Barely??" He scoffs with a laugh. "Cutie, this is more than what I wear on the daily. This is dressed for me."

He stares at you as he says that -- why? What? He cocks his head to the side and you shrink back a bit on instinct.

"Stop looking at me."

"Are you blushing? Why are you blushing??"

He studies you as he stands and you can't help but stammer what's surely nonsense to his ears. He ignores it, stepping over 'til he's just a breath away and leaning against the wall.

"Why are you always staring at me, hm?"

"H-huh?" Your brain short-circuits. Oh my god. Fuck. Fuck me!!

"I see it. Every time." He winks and crosses his arms. "Any reason you'd need to study me so much?"

"No! I mean. I don't. I don't stare." You choke out the words and he grins.

Please god get me OUT OF THIS ELEVATOR.

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May we have perhaps LIs in an enemies to lovers type troupe? I know it's joked about in Quests route briefly- but I'm intrigued to see how it would be with the others (*cough*Toast*cough*) ah sorry still recovering from my fever got smth in my throat there-

"Idiot."

"Idiot?"

You cross your arms at the person seated across from you, clicking at their computer.

"Please explain how I am the idiot here."

They snort. "You shouldn't even need to ask that question."

"I don't have to deal with this." You stand and grab your backpack. "You can fail this project on your own."

It's then that they turn to look at you. "Really. Just like that, you're giving up?"

"Yes. I'm 'giving up'." You roll your eyes and leave the library. What a fucking asshole.

You're barely down the library steps before you hear that annoyingly low voice call out behind you. "Hey!"

You pause. "What?" You stare out past the main lawn, not bothering to turn around.

Footsteps behind you, then your project partner is at your side. You crane your neck to look up at him.

"Please come back inside."

"You are literally the worst person I've ever worked with in my life-"

"I know." Their mouth thins into a line and they rub their arm.

That gives you pause. "You know."

"Yeah."

He turns his gaze to the lawn, thinking god knows what. You can't help but study his face -- his stupid, tired, beautiful face.

"I'm... sorry." You open your mouth in shock and he quickly continues. "Yeah. Ha ha. 'I'm sorry'. I get it. But I am."

His eyes flit back to yours. "I've gone a little overboard lately. Sorry."

You blink. You weren't expecting to ever receive an apology from them. "Okay... thanks."

He nods and looks back at the lawn, tapping his fingers on his coat. "Yeah."

You two are silent for a moment. You've never had a moment of peace with him, until now. What gives? Why is he relenting?

As if reading your thoughts, he clears his throat. "I just thought that you deserve a break. For once."

You don't reply. ------

author's note: have u tried that celsius energy drink brand? the like, healthy thing? anyway i'm never drinking that ever again

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Flower shop and Tattoo parlor AU, a classic. Who would work at the florist's and who would work at the tattoo parlor? How would you meet each RO in this meet cute scenario?

You bought this shop just a couple weeks ago, signed your name and all that. It was incredibly exciting -- finally, a place of your own to grow your floral business. It's what you've always wanted to do, after all.

Theeeee downside?

The location.

You pull up in your car in front of the shop and park with a loud exhale. That tattoo parlor next door is an absolute eyesore, full of loud, clashing colors and what will likely be seen as offensive pictography by some customers through the glass.

"It's fine," you murmur to yourself for the nth time. "It's fine."

Focus on the shop! My shop!

You exit and start unloading your car. Nobody is here to help you today, so you've kept it light. Stacking a couple boxes of plastic planters, you maneuver your way to the door and shimmy your key in the lock. And turn.

Or, well, try to turn is more like it. It doesn't budge. You scowl, turning it harder.

"Effective."

A voice comes from behind you. No doubt it's one of the tattoo artists next door out for a smoke break -- you can smell it already.

You drop your boxes to the sidewalk and turn, hands on your hips. "Can I help you?"

The man's lip quirks just a bit but he shakes his head, pulling his cigarette up for another drag. He's leaning against the railing just outside the shop, long pink hair tied in a loose braid. Intricate rose and thorn tattoos wrap around his arms and peek up his neck over his dark shirt. Tacky.

He adjusts his glasses and cocks his head. "Have we met before?"

"No, I don't think so," you say, not really listening. Why isn't your key working?

"You bought this place?"

"Yes, I did." You turn and try the key again, shifting your weight against the door with the turn. Nothing.

"... You sure you bought this place?"

"Ha. Ha."

He chuckles behind you and you tuck the key away with a groan. Maybe I grabbed the wrong key somehow?

The man clears his throat. "Hey, uh, we might have a spare for you somewhere in the back. The old owner used to lock himself out from time to time."

"Really?" You turn and beam at him, and he nods.

"Y-yeah, here, uh, one second. You can wait out here, no need to come in." He squashes out the remnants of his cigarette and ducks inside the parlor.

"Hm," you murmur. "He's not so bad."

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author's note: i gave up on my work for the day so i am back. ahhh, we love a successful failure

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apocalypse au? who would sacrifice themselves for you and who would die first ;;;

"Stop!!" You lunge forward, but Nightowl is quick to wrap you in his arms and hold you back.

Xyx looks at you across the room. His eyes are sunken into his skull by now, and his hair is thinner than it ever should have been. That half-lidded stare he gives you is something you won't be able to forget for a long, long time.

"Don't let them go, Owl."

Screams ricochet around the alleyway just outside the door. Nightowl tries to pull you towards the back exit, but you aren't making it easy for him. You bite and claw and thrash in his arms as Xyx just stares with his bat by the front door.

"No!!!" You scream -- it's gargly, desperate, and raw. There's nothing beautiful about this moment. Nightowl cries but grips you tighter to his chest as you struggle in his hold.

"Please, we have to go-"

"I am not leaving him here!!!"

"You think I want to leave him here?? Fuck, please-"

"No! No, no, no, no-"

Xyx's eyes soften. "Love."

You freeze, and your eyes lock with his. Time seems to extend a little longer than it should as your chest heaves against Nightowl's arms and the bat dangles loosely at Xyx's side. Xyx's lips curl just slightly as he stares at you, seeming to almost memorize your features.

Something bangs on the door outside and it snaps you out of that final, calm moment. Xyx picks up his bat and nods to Owl.

"Take them. Now."

"No, no, no, no!!!!!!"

Owl drags you out, screaming, as Xyx opens the front door and raises his bat.

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mc and toasty, secret forbidden secretary/ceo romance

"Schedule?"

You tab over to their calendar and shake your head. "No good -- you have meetings until late tonight."

Toaster slumps against your desk with a sigh. "It's already past six. Can't you let me off a little early?"

"Me? Let you off?"

A tired smile graces his face as he leans over you, his loose hair falling from his bun. "Oh, please. Even if I sent you home early, you'd stay."

"W-why would I do that?"

His breath touches your ear as he somehow finds a way to get even closer to you. "I don't know. Maybe you were hoping for a little more of-"

The door slams open across the office and Toaster leaps to his feet. "O-oh, hey. Forget something?" He tries to hide the small blush on his cheeks as he adjusts his tie.

"Did you?"

Toaster frowns, meets your confused gaze, then the two of you turn at once to that flooded calendar.

"... Oh, my god. Sir I am so sorry -"

"Shit!"

"Yeah, 'shit!'"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

His colleague lets the door slam shut behind him as he leaves -- no doubt he'll be waiting down in his car for the CEO. You quickly help toaster gather his laptop and notes as you rush from the office.

In the lobby below, you take Toaster's hand before they can push open the entrance. They turn to you with a questioning look.

"I'm sorry. I really should have caught that." You're trying to not stare at the floor, but it's hard. You really should know better than this with his calendar.

He pulls hand from the door and gently lifts your chin. You're met with their warm, comforting expression.

"It's okay. Really. Things happen." They kiss your cheek and bring their hand back to the door handle. "Come over tonight."

"But, your meetings -"

"After that, dummy." He winks and leans in one more time to sneak a more lingering kiss. "We'll have you make up for that mistake then."

He leaves before you can manage a reply. His colleague is shouting from the car as he rushes over, but all he can think about is how he can't believe he managed to get those words out of his mouth. Holy fucking shit.

These meetings couldn't end sooner.

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xyx and mc… but they’re both rival assassins who keep trying to off one another but can’t bc they’re too evenly matched. Banter and sexual tension through the roof!!!

"Ahhh, ha ha. Always a pleasure."

You lunge with your knife but he dodges effortlessly, allowing you to slam into the wall with a hiss.

"Not even saying hello?"

You roll your eyes and sheath your weapon. Eyebrow cocked, you turn and he gives you a shit-eating grin. "Yes. Hello."

"What's on the docket tonight?" He pretends to pull out a pad of paper from his pocket and flips through imaginary pages. "Hmmm... yes... knives... and oh, what's this?"

"Can we skip the games this time?"

"Ah darling, but this is a vital piece of information."

"Do tell."

He points to the imaginary paper and frowns. "It says 'T-R-A-P'. What's that mean?"

"Idiot. Do you mean tr-"

You barely manage to notice the red dot on your chest before you duck and roll behind the large pillar. A shot rings through the empty night and your heart races as it pierces the wall you were once in front of.

"Ahhh! They're fast!"

"Asshole," you spit.

Xyx laughs and you warily check around you. No other windows. Good.

"Who'd you bring with you, huh? Need a friend to take me down?"

Xyx laughs, low and bitter. "You're more of a headache than expected, doll. What can I say?"

You unsheath your knife again and close your eyes as you try to steady your breath. Footsteps, listen for footsteps.

Two quick light taps and you leap to your feet, grabbing Xyx by his throat as he runs at you and slamming him into the hard floor below. He coughs out a laugh and groans. "A bit rough, dear."

"Mm."

You hold the knife to his throat and he hisses as it breaks skin, eyes narrowing.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't slit your throat right now and end this."

He winks and shifts beneath you. You start as his hands lift to your hips. "I can give you a reason, sweetheart."

You scowl and dig the knife in a little more as his fingers grip your hips tighter. He grins devilishly. "Go on. Do it."

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author's note: do u wanna know how u get better at writing? u read what u want to know how to write and u just let yourself write. endlessly. cringe is cringe. be free. who give a shit

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A classic trope! Nightowl is stuck with an absolutely wasted mc after a night of drinking. How would he handle that situation?

Fuck. Me.

You're walking back at night -- or moreso, trying to walk back home. You're leaning heavily against your best friend, laughing and jeering and totally ignorant to the red hue on the tips of his ears.

"Whaaaaaaaaaat, come on!! Why not? They were totally into you!!"

Nightowl grabs your arm as you stumble over your own feet and sighs. "For the millionth time, I wasn't interested in them!"

You roll your eyes. "I have no idea why. They were fucking gorgeous."

"So how about you ask them out, then?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmaybe I will!!"

You giggle and lean your head against his shoulder. It is not easy to walk with your head on his shoulder, but Owl is not about to stop this from happening. His heart picks up a bit as you intertwine your hand with his and lift it to look at his nails.

"Chipping."

"H-huh?"

"Nail polish. Chipping."

"Oh." He extends his fingers a bit and nods. "You're right."

"Is that why you dint wanna talk to themmmm? Embarrassed?" You scoff and shove yourself off of him. "I mean I would be embarrassed tooooo."

"Oh, fuck you."

You laugh and Nightowl wishes he could bottle that sound.

"You. You have to not say that. Like that."

"Say what?"

"'Fuck you'. Don't say that."

Nightowl nudges your shoulder affectionately before placing a hand on your lower back to keep you steady as you walked. "Sorry. I'm joking."

"GaaaaaaHHHHHHHHH THAAAAT's THE PROBLEM!!!" Before he can blink, you've grabbed his shirt collar and yanked him in so his nose bumps yours.

"H-hey-!"

"So you don't like them." You take a step forward and Nightowl is forced to take a step back in response. "You don't ever like anyone."

You keep walking until Nightowl's back is forced up against a wall, just outside of the streetlight. He swallows as his gaze flits between the two of your lidded eyes. "What's wrong with that?"

"So who is it?? Why aren't you dating around anymore, huh?? WHO IS ITTTTTTT????" You whine and shake him drunkenly.

He takes your wrists in his hands to stop you and you let go of his shirt with a whine. "What are you getting at? I'm able to not date, you know?" He's trying to keep his voice even and steady, and he really hopes you're too drunk to notice the number you're doing on him.

You scrunch your face up and wrench your hands free. "Nothing. Ugh!"

You stomp over towards the street and Nightowl moves to follow you but you hold your hand up and shake your head as you walk.

"No. I'm gonna throw up. Vom time."

"Ah."

He watches as you bend over the street and release an entire night of bad decisions into the gutter.

Ah, yep. That's the one.

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author's note: my cat is like. laying down between my keyboard and my monitor. she keeps rolling onto my keyboard and ruining my prose. bless her heart

[robobarbie]

quest is a mafia boss forced into an arranged marriage w mc… little does mc know that there’s more than one side to him

It's quiet in the cold kitchen. 3AM, that sort of liminal hour where you aren't sure if you're still on this plane or temporarily trapped in another world.

Quest is bathed in soft glow from the dying light above -- someone ought to fix that soon. He smooths out some fraying ends on the bandages around his arms. You remember exactly how he got those wounds last week. You swallow.

You stand and his eyes flick up. "Sit."

You clench your jaw but obey. "I just wanted to get some water."

"I'll get it for you." You watch in confusion as he stands and does just that -- glass, ice cubes, water, then back to you, hand extended and eyebrow raised. "Take it."

You gingerly do. "I can get my own water, Quest." He's been like this ever since the attack.

"No."

"Why are you so worried? There's guards everywhere, and you're here, with me, right here-"

"I just -- I just need you to listen to me, okay?" he asks, more haggard than you're used to seeing him. Usually after these conflicts, he's brushing them off and jumping right to the next territory they'll claim.

Your father's territory was his easiest win. Sell you off to the second largest mafia in town, merge the two groups -- instant city domination. Now Quest was just picking off all the gangs that still stubbornly stood against them.

"We got intel. The Luccheses." He sits back across from you and crosses his arms. "They've decided to start targeting you. Last week was just luck that they didn't get you."

It'd been a surprise attack. You had been sleeping in bed when the manor was attacked -- but they'd selected your room first instead of the typical targets. You were lucky that Quest had decided to take you that night. If he hadn't been there... well. It wouldn't have been pretty.

"I'm sorry about your arms," you say, gesturing to his bandages.

"It's not your fault. I'm glad you aren't hurt."

You remember how surprised you were by the speed he leaped to protect you, letting the knives carve his flesh without a single wince as he held you behind him.

You shake your head to rid yourself of the memory. "I'm sure my father wouldn't cut ties with you if I died. There's no need to go this far."

"I don't care about your father."

You cock your head to the side, not fully understanding. He averts his gaze.

"I can't... see you hurt. I need you to stay in my sight. Please."

"You can't...? Why?" You don't matter to him. You never have. You were just something to gain power and use to pass the time. That's how it's always been.

He clenches his jaw. "Please stop asking questions. Just listen to me. Okay?"

You consider it for a moment, lean back in your chair, and nod.

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authors note: no beta read we die like men is an amazing strategy for churning out content at lightning speeds. i understand the fanfic writers now