#dabbin

[weedstop]

shatter

[rollinsland]

[lastmurianwarrior]

((If I don't post the Star Force sprites I playfully hashed together at 2am what am I even doing. (Sprite sheets found at: X)

[princess-viola]

This girl can DAB

[finalgirlbee]

i wish they would invent a blunt that didnt taste like bitter asshole

[sspacegodd]

Mister Rogers shared his white privilige with everyone.

[feinv]

John Wick x fem!reader pleaseeee 🥺 angst angst angst

turned out longer than planned. hope u like it bby <3

john wick x female!reader. fluff. angst. mentions of wounds. reader can’t stand up for herself bear with her.

he has been taking more jobs lately, more often than not getting out of bed at an early hour when the sun was just peeking over the horizon, and coming back well past midnight, leaving you all by yourself in the walls of your big mansion.

you were on the couch, legs crossed as you watched him put on his bulletproof vest before packing his body with guns, rifles, and knives. you could already feel the tears threatening to burst, but decided to speak up anyway. “could you stay?”

his head snapped towards you, stopping in his actions, “what?”

“n-not right now i mean…in general. could you stay home more? you are always away…” you explained, fighting everything in you not sound like a fool, whispering the last part more to yourself than him.

his eyes went back to his firearms as he continued getting ready, “you knew what my job was when we started dating. don't act like i blindsided you,” sounding like a harsh statement.

oh. you were taken aback by his serious tone, unsure how to react since he never talked to you like that before. but again, you didn’t really engage in an actual conversation with him this past month, so it was hard to say if he was acting unlike him or exactly like him.

“why are you complaining now?” you flinched at his harsh tone, snapping out of your thoughts, "my work takes up a lot of my time, and you were aware of that,” circling around to get his full magazines, “I can't just drop everything for you,” annoyance dripping from his voice.

your eyes were following his movements, immediately focusing at something else when he looked back at your figure. “i know that. but that doesn’t mean i can’t want more time with you. is that too much to ask for?” you anxiously fidgeted with your fingers, silent tears now streaming down your face.

john felt a tingle of empathy for you, but his anger and defensiveness got the best of him, and he retorted, “don’t guilt trip me for doing my job.”

“can you just…take one or two a week?” your face etched with pain and frustration, voice cracking as that lump in your throat just won’t let go.

“my reputation is on the line here. taking days off isn't practical," he dismissed you, closing the locks of his artillery filled case.

“please, john. just hear me ou-”

“no,” he cut you off spitefully, heading towards the door and muttering “don’t stay up for me,” before slamming it shut, unbearable solitude enveloping you once again.

3:17 am

naturally you would’ve been asleep by now, but you couldn’t stop wetting the pillows after your fight, turning and tossing around in the bed, trying to doze off, but nothing could help.

you heard the tires of his mustang drift against the gravelly porch of your house, followed by the sound of the front door opening, then closing.

you could hear him pouring himself a glass of bourbon and crashing down on a couch with a heavy sigh. having memorized all his routines, you knew he wasn’t the one to drink after job unless he needed a painkiller. and despite him shattering your heart today, it still ached with worry. you got out of the covers and took the first aid kit from the bathroom before slowly making your way to the living area.

you stood there, like an awkward child, contemplating if you should just drop it and leave him like he left you, or following your heart. you settled on the latter. he heard your footsteps before your form came into his vision, craning his neck to acknowledge your presence, dark eyes scanning your body as you approached him, straddling his lap and opening up the kit.

his face was littered with wounds, some not too serious, others cut quite deeply, his once slicked backed hair disheveled with a few strands covered in dried blood.

with a trembling sigh leaving your chest, you started working on cleaning his face, dabbing it gently with alcohol dipped cotton ball.

“told you not to stay up,” he murmured before eliciting a wince at one of the deep cuts. your cheeks were wet again, and you didn’t even know why were you crying anymore. because he was hurting? because he hurt you?

it didn’t matter as his thumb wiped at your soft skin, his deep voice whispering in the dark, “i’m sorry.”

you stayed silent the entire time, refusing to squeal a sound at the fear of making a total clown out of yourself.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’m an idiot,” he continued, his other hand gently caressing your thigh, “don’t cry because of me,” which made you break down completely, stopping your actions and burying your face in his chest.

he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as you weeped, rubbing your back in soothing circles. “i’ll do as you wish. i promise,” he stated in your ear, whispering i love you as you cried yourself to sleep in his strong embrace.

[shelovesplants]

Dabbin away you're life😍🍯💨

[weedstop]

[straightedgestoner420]

Dabbin some Lemon Skunk live rosin this weekend.

[oliwas]

anon its gonna become steril i will rip any type of balls they have

DUDE'S GINNA BE CRYING LIKE A BABY

that guy really such a whinny baby ass cant even mind his own business smh

see them soon enough ranting and doing a fissy fit about how someone has personality and its cool af smh smh

so you are a girl

[a-mayan-joy-has-nuts]

Tagged by @dokurtybitz2 for some tokes. He be dabbin. I’m more whatever’s clever

🤪🎄🔥💨 thanks for not giving up on me🥹🤪 I know caught cold cuz weed wasn’t protecting meh😭🌳 was 20+ days wit out muh love🥹🌳🔥💨🤤

Pre werk out mint cuz GNX gon be bumpin my headphones 🔊🔊🔊

[leadshootingcupid]

*runs into view*

*dabs*

*runs away*

Yer dabbin'... what?

[spicy-picklez]

Rainbow after a Storm(P9)

Includes:

Degradation, teasing, praise kink, using @gwendolinesgf ‘s suggestion of texting at work and @larissaswifey ‘s idea of Larissa taking Y/N out of class.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x 18yo reader (principal x student)

Summary:

Y/N’s first day back in classes doesn’t go so well and Larissa is there to comfort her. However, Larissa isn’t too happy when Y/N leaves a mess behind.

Word Count:

3.8k

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A/N: I’m sorry for making you wait so long for this chapter, last night was a year since my last not alive attempt so my mates and we went out drinking as I was halfway through this chapter. I’m lucky I don’t get hangovers otherwise it would’ve been longer before I finished this.

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The sharp sound of Larissa’s alarm jolts the both of you from your sleep. “Love, can you please shut that persistent fucking thing up?” You groan, turning your face into the pillow, voice groggy from sleep. A chuckle can be heard as she untangles herself from her embrace, rolling over to turn the alarm off. “Morning love.” She wraps her arms back around you, placing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Morning.” You grin as your eyes slowly run over her body, darting from one dark hickey flourishing on her skin to another. “Are you sure I have to go to classes again, my arms feeling ever so sore.” You cheekily grin, trying your luck as she gives you a side-eye. “Give me your arm.” She says, rolling her eyes, a smile pulls at her lips. Obeying her, you lift up your wrist.

“Oh you’re right Y/N, none of the stitches are holding it together anymore, there's blood everywhere and you’re crying out in pain over the fact I've been running my finger over one of the wounds.” She can’t stop the grin spreading over her face as she tries to remain serious. “Huh?” You look down, her finger was indeed running gently over the length of one of your wounds. “Oh… well, it was worth a shot.” She chuckles as her lips find their way to yours, sending electricity through your veins. You grab at her waist, pulling her exposed body closer against your own. “Now come on, up you get.”

She can’t help the chuckle that escapes her as you pout, huffing as you get out of bed. “So mean.” You say, walking over to the bathroom to grab out a bandage and gauze. “Oh absolutely. So cruel.” She says, grabbing her dressing gown and a towel before turning the shower on. “Now, out, I need a shower.”

Indulging her request, you gather your things and walk out the door. “You say that like I haven’t already seen every perfect inch of you, my love.” You say, closing the door after you.

“That doesn’t mean anything. Showers are my private karaoke time.” She responds and you laugh. “I’m well aware, my love.” You reply, remembering her attempt at singing Blu Cantrell’s ‘Hit Em Up Style’ during her shower after you got back from the waterfall yesterday. “Hey, just because I can shapeshift into the singer if I want to, doesn’t mean my true form gets the voice of them.” You let out a chuckle as she starts singing, or rather, attempting to sing the lyrics to Taylor Swift’s iconic “Dress”.

A grin stays plasters on your face throughout her shower, she may not be the best of singers but you still love hearing her voice. You’re fully dressed in your uniform with your arm bandaged by the time the shower turns off. Collapsing lazily over the edge of the couch, your legs hang off the armrest as you scroll through your phone. Fifteen minutes later, she emerges through the door with her hair pinned up and her usual makeup. “Love? You may want to check your neck before you leave the room.” You say, smirking as one of the more prominent hickeys on her body peeks out from her dress’ neckline. Her eyebrow raises before she walks back into the bathroom to check her neck in the mirror. “Y/N you cheeky little minx.”

“If you’re looking for an apology, you won’t be getting one. I don’t regret it one bit, my love.” You say as she reemerges at the bathroom door, dabbing an ungodly amount of concealer onto her neck. “I know you don’t but I’m sure you will be writing an apology of some sort with Coach Vlad tonight.” You look at her, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten about your detention. Just because we’re girlfriends now, it does not mean that you get out of detention.” Realisation hits you as you remember the events in which you shot Marilyn’s plant off the table. While you weren’t aiming for it, you do have to admit it was a very nice shot. “In all honesty Riss, I did actually forget about it. After school in the Coach's office like usual?” She shakes her head in exasperation as she turns back into the bathroom. “You hurt my brain sometimes, love. But yes, same time and place.”

Checking your phone, you groan when you see the time. 8.43am. Larissa exits the bathroom, her hickey now slightly less visible. Standing up, you place a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Right well, I have botanical sciences first so I should be going, we're out in the greenhouse today. I would never want to upset my favourite Ms Thornhill.” The sarcasm drips off your voice as you say the last part. “Alright my love. I’ll see you later.” She says, watching you walk out the door.

“Oi Xave!” You call out, seeing the familiar long brown hair peeking above everyone else’s in the courtyard. He turns out and waits for you to catch up, pulling you into a hug. “You smell like Weems, Pebalbs.” Falling into step with him, you can’t help but laugh. “I do live in her room Xave. It’s rather difficult to not smell like her when her entire room is covered in her scent.” The greenhouse comes into view as you say this. “Fair point, I guess.” He shrugs, opening the door for you to walk through.

Taking your seats, Ms Thornhill gives the two of you a gentle smile. Well, it was more directed at Xavier than you. Keeping your bandaged arm under the desk, you rest your head on your hand, propping yourself up on the desk with your right elbow. Wednesday slides into the chair on your left as the bell rings. “Hey Nesie, I know you're not a fan of the whole closeness thing but if you could move your chair closer to mine that’d be great.” You subtly signal at Yoko and Divina sitting behind you, staring at the bandages peeking out from your sleeve, whispering to each other. She glares at them, following their gaze down to your arm and immediately moves her chair closer to yours as Ms Thornhill greets the class.

“Right, who can tell me about the qualities of Scilla Madeirensis or more commonly known as Hyacinths?” Ms Thornhill says, pulling out the gorgeous purple plant and placing it onto the bench. “The entire plant is poisonous, contact with it causes severe discomfort.” Bianca pipes up behind you, her eyes glaring into the back of your head. “The poisonous quality of the plant is what allows it to survive in its hostile environment as no animal can touch it without dying.” You shoot back. “It’s thought to be going extinct in the wild, found mainly on the steep rocky cliffs of Madeira. Clearly it chooses quality over quantity.” Wednesday joins in, also shooting a jab at Bianca.

Ms Thornhill leans against her desk, rubbing her temples. “Girls, girls, girls. Could we please get through one lesson without you attacking each other?” Giving her an innocent smile, you agree. “Of course Ms Thornhill, as soon as the three behind me stop gawking at my arm.”

“Well it’s not my fault you’re a depressed psycho.” Yoko laughs, a sneer on her face. Now she’s done it. One second you’re in your seat, the next, your hand reaches out to grab at Yoko’s shirt as you stand, turning around to face her. Two sets of hands reach out to hold you back. Nesie desperately trying to hold your clenched back from socking Yoko in the face. Xavier just wrapping his arms around your waist and digging his heels in to stop you from going any further. Bianca and Divina desperately try to pull Yoko away from your grasp but you weren’t letting her go that easily.

“ENOUGH.” Ms Thornhill’s sweet demeanour quickly disappears, her eyebrows furrowed together as she slams her hands down on her desk. “Stop commenting on people’s bodies, you don’t know what they’ve been through.” She glares at the three behind you. “And you.” She continues, her narrowed eyes switching to yours. “Principal’s office. Now. I will be sending an email to her to let her know the reasons.” You look at her in shock. “Ms Thornhill, I’ve already missed two classes, I can’t afford to miss another, I’ll fall behind!” You say in protest. “Not my problem Y/N, now grab your things and go.”

The door slams behind you as you walk out, angrily muttering. “Fucking bitch.” You weren’t heading back to the school though, taking a right at the pathway, you head off towards the forest. You stand against a solitary tree, letting yourself slowly fall to the ground as your head falls onto your knees.

Larissa was mindlessly staring at her laptop screen as Marilyn’s notification came through, her heart skipping a beat as she saw your name in the subject line.

From: Marilyn Thornhill

To: Larissa Weems.

Hi Larissa,

Just letting you know that I am sending Y/N to your office. There was an incident involving her, Bianca, Yoko, and Divina, regarding her recent injury. I’ll let you deal with her accordingly.

Best wishes,

Marilyn Thornhill.

Many questions run through Larissa’s head as she reads this. What incident? What about her injury? Is Y/N ok? Where is Y/N? She looks out the window, hoping to see you walking into the main school building. Unfortunately, she wasn’t that lucky. Returning to her computer, she types in a reply.

Hi Marilyn,

Thanks for letting me know. What exactly happened?

Larissa Weems,

Principal of Nevermore Academy

She lets her signature autofill as she presses send, pulling out her phone.

You feel your phone vibrate against your leg as the tears freely fall down your face. Wiping them away, you glance at your phone.

L♥️: Are you ok my love?

L♥️: Marilyn mentioned something happened, what's wrong darling?

You: Nothing, I just overreacted.

L♥️: Love, you may go overboard with your reactions but I know you. You’ll only do it if something triggers you. So what’s up?

You: The uniform sleeves don't quite cover my bandages. Yoko, Divina, and Bianca were all gossiping about it. Yoko called me a depressed psycho. I stood up to punch her but Nesie and Xave stopped me.

L♥️: And you’re the one Marilyn chose to send to my office? Where are you by the way?

You: Out near the forest, by the tree thats away from the others.

She grabs her binoculars as she receives your text, looking at the window. Sure enough, she sees you in a ball by the tree.

L♥️: Did you want me to come down?

You: Do you have work to do?

L♥️: Admittedly, yes. But I’d drop it if you need me.

You: While I’d love to see you, you should work. I’ll be ok, love.

L♥️: Ok darling, text me if you need anything. You look delicious in red by the way.

Red? You weren’t wearing- oh. You spread your legs wider, allowing her a better view up your skirt.

You: I thought you’d like them. ;) Didn’t think this would be how you saw them though.

L♥️: You sexy little brat.

You: Go back to work, Riss. If you’re lucky you’ll see them in person later.

L♥️: If I’m lucky? Lets not forget who owns you, darling.

You: That's now how it seemed last night when you were wrapped around my fingers, moaning like a pretty little slut.

L♥️: Don’t get used to it, love. It’ll be you screaming for me soon.

You: We’ll see bubs, now go back to your work.

Both of your cores were hot with desire as you put your phones down. Taking one last look at you, Larissa turns back to her work. Putting in your headphones, you go on Spotify, pressing play on your playlist. COFFIN by PLVTINUM fills your ears as you lean your head back against the tree.

“Cause I’m about to spend a month’s pay on cocaine. Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend, spit in his face. Take a motherfucking nine M to my brain. Put my body in designer, in my coffin.” You softly sing along to the lyrics, your head resting back against the tree.

The bell to end the period makes your eyes fly open. Shit. Quickly getting up, you sprint back onto school grounds, barely making it to fencing in time. The next bell rings as you hurriedly fling open the door. Yoko, Divina, and Bianca all look you up and down with a disapproving look as you head over to Nesie and Xave. “You ok?” They mouth and you nod back in response. “Y/N, glad you could make it, where’s your fencing uniform?” Rubbing your neck, you look back at him. “Sorry coach, I have it here, I just had to sort a few things out with Principal Weems last period.” He stares at you for a few seconds, face expressionless as he tries to find any sign of lying. “Alright just go get dressed. You’ll be fencing with Wednesday.”

You head into the changing rooms, quickly chucking your suit on and walk back out, your mask and sword in hand. “What happened?” Nesie asks as she pulls her mask on, readying up. You do the same as you reply. “Nothing. I didn’t go to her office. I just went and sat by a tree. She just checked up on me over text to make sure I was ok.” Coach Vlad’s voice interrupts any form of response she was going to say as he walks over to start our bout. "Prête, ALLEZ!”

You’d learned to read Wednesday’s fencing quite well, her usually taking the offence as you sit back and wait until she slipped up. However, she’d started to pick up on your tricks too so your fencing matches usually lasted a lot longer than everyone else. You let her try an attack on you, parrying each one. You feint an attack, before lunging forward and making contact with her chest. “Point to Y/N. Reset.”

Breathing heavily, the two of you return to en garde. “Allez!” The sound of metal on metal rings through the room as the two of you go through a series of attacks, you lunge forward but she counter-parries your attempt. Quickly moving back, she pushes you towards the end of the piste. All attempts at regaining your control are parried and your foot finally goes off the strip. “Point to Wednesday. Tie point, reset.” By now, everyone else has finished their bouts and are now standing watching your final match. “Let’s go Y/N.” Nesie teases as the two of you return to your starting points. You can’t help but laugh. “Bring it on, you’re going down.”

“Allez.”

The two of you burst into action. She lunges forward, you quickly parrying her attack before she remises. Again you block her attempt before performing an attack of your own. The sound of your blades connecting with each other is clearly heard through the room as she successfully parries your attack, her lunging forward again to try catch you off guard. At this, you quickly duck down under her blade, placing a jab on her chest. “Point to Y/N. Good bout you two.” Taking off your masks, the two of you are covered in sweat as you grin. “I let you win.” She says making you chuckle. “Sure you did Nesie.”

“All of you, go get a drink. We have time for one more bout before you can get changed.” Coach says as you immediately rush for your drink bottle. Xavier and Ajax come up to the two of you as you gulp back your drink. “Nice work you two, you’re always the last to finish.”

Ajax grins. “Yeah well, Nesie knows how to put up a good fight.”

“So did you get in trouble with Principal Weems earlier?” Xavier quips and you shake your head in response, repeating what you said to Nesie earlier. “Didn’t go. I just sat by the edge of the forest, she just texted when she got Ms Thornhill’s email, to make sure I was ok.”

“I wish I was in the Principal’s good book.” Ajax says, annoyedly and you laugh.

“Everyone back in your pairs.” Coach says, using that as his excuse to shut us up. “Everyone sorted?” A chorus of nods and ‘yep’s is returned back to him. "Prête, allez!”

For some, the bouts were over by the time your’s and Nesie’s was just getting interesting. Again, you two were the last to finish. Again, you beat her 2 to 1. She had scored the first point and you got the last two. “Every time I think I’m getting a grasp on your technique you switch it up.” She says, annoyedly as you take your mask off, your hair damp from sweat as is hers. Both of you struggle to regain your breath as you walk into the changing rooms. “Sorry Nesie.” You grin, turning on the shower as she does the same in the next stall. Quickly ridding yourself of sweat, you get back into your uniform as the bell for a 20 minute interval rings. Nesie exits her stall not long after, falling into step with you. Reaching the quad, you see your group already chilling in a circle at one of the tables.

“So how’s it going being back in classes?” Eugene’s question earns a death stare from you. “Jesus Y/N! That bad?” Enid can’t stop the chuckle escaping her. Wednesday sits down beside her, placing a kiss on Enid’s cheek as she does. “I wouldn’t joke about it cara mia, it genuinely isn’t going well.” Her voice is soft as she murmurs this, leaning against Enid’s shoulder. “What happened?” Ajax says, still not fully aware of the previous events of the day.

“Well first off, I had to be here. Larissa’s alarm went off at an ungodly early time and she wouldn’t let me stay in bed to sleep. I’ve also got detention every day this week so that's not too great either. But the main one was in botanical science. Yoko, Divina, and Bianca were making fun of my arm because my sleeves don’t fully cover the bandage. Yoko said I’m a depressed psycho. Naturally, I went to knock her the fuck out but unfortunately, didn’t get that far. Get this, Ms Thornhill said I was the one that had to go to Larissa’s office. Not the cunts that were gossiping about my arm and calling me names.” Your fingers reach up to rub your temples as you say this. You feel your phone in your pocket, reaching in to grab it, you see a new message from Larissa.

L♥️: Are you ok my love? You look stressed. Beautiful, but stressed.

You: Do you make it a habit of watching me at school? Yeah I’m ok darling, don’t worry about me.

Flicking your head back to the others, they’re all smirking. Nesie especially. That’s when you realise the heat that’s spreading over your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you apologise. “I’m sorry, what's going on?”

“Well I was asking what Principal Weems thought of the whole thing but you didn’t appear to hear me because you started smiling at your phone, blushing like a fucking idiot. Has our little Y/N found someone?” Enid says, a grin on her face.

“I- yeah. A girl I met in Jericho the other day.” The lie falls easily from your lips to a collection of gasps from the group, Nesie just continues to smirk, folding her arms over her chest. “Aww Y/N! I’m so happy for you!” Enid’s arms pull you into an unexpected and very excited hug. Carefully extracting yourself from her embrace, you smile. “Thanks Enid.”

L♥️: More so lately than before but yes, I guess I do. You saying don’t worry about me makes me worry about you more because that’s how I know you’re not ok. Now come on, spill love.

You: I just have no motivation because no matter how hard I try to hide my arm, everyone comments or gawks at it. Doesn’t help that I was versing Nesie in fencing so I’m absolutely exhausted, she always puts up a fight.

L♥️: I’m sorry, my love. Is there anything I can do?

L♥️: I don’t think I’ve seen you fencing but I’ve heard so many things about it. I can imagine you’d be going for a while against Wednesday.

You: No detention? 🤔

L♥️: Nice try love but no.

You: Goddamn it.

You: Was worth a shot right?

L♥️: Sure it was darling.

The rest of the day dragged on. Although your friends helped you hide your arm from everyone, it was incredibly hard when you didn’t have them. The countless wide-eyed stares followed by not so hushed whispers about the fact that you’re a freak, or you wanna die. Truth be told, since moving into Larissa’s quarters, you hadn’t had a single thought about hurting yourself but those comments definitely brought back some unpleasant feelings. You open the door to Coach Vlad’s office as the bell rang to end the school day.

“Ah Y/N. You’ll be writing an apology to Ms Thornhill. It needs to be at least a page long and explain why your actions were dangerous and unacceptable.” He says, handing you a couple of sheets of refill paper and a pen.

“Yeah great whatever.” Taking the paper and pen from him, you slump down in the corner of the room, putting in your headphones and grabbing a book to press on. You had only written a few sentences before the door opened. Assuming it was just another student, you didn’t avert your gaze from your letter until you heard the familiar soft voice that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Sorry about the interruption Vlad but there’s been a change of plans. Y/N needs to help sort out a mess she left me to deal with earlier today.” She says, giving Coach a smile. You just look up at her confused, what mess? You left everything where you’d found it when you left this morning. “Y/N, off you go.” The minute those words leave Coach’s mouth, you’re already walking out the door, not waiting for him to change his mind.

“Riss, what mess?” You say, hurriedly trying to keep up with her long brisk stride as she walks through the corridors. She doesn’t say anything, just increases her speed. The minute you enter her office, she shuts the door, locking it as she slams your back up against it, her hand around your throat. Gently kissing down your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you, she pauses.

“The mess you left me with is me. I couldn’t focus on anything but you since you spread your gorgeous legs down at the tree. Now you’re going to be a good little toy and let me fix it.”

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[justfangirlstuffs]

Not Defective

Wearing a mask to impress others is beyond exhausting. Thankfully, you aren't completely alone in this endeavor.

You x Sun (Agent Dawn)

Why am I here? That was the question you'd been asking yourself multiple times now. The question you asked yourself while you had a grin plastered on your face and sweetness injected into your tone. It was your mask for the night, and it was one of the more exhausting roles you had to play.

If there was one thing life had taught you, it was how to mask. How to pretend. Out in the 'real world', life was a stage and everyone was playing a role. And if you didn't play along, you were booted off the stage, blacklisted, and scorned. So, ironically, there was very little real when it came to the 'real world'.

You were currently busy trying to win over some elites whom the agency were looking to make backers. Originally, you weren't supposed to be at the forefront of this adventure, yet, inevitably you had caught someone's attention and now they would not leave you alone. No matter how many times you tried to politely excuse yourself, or pass along the hint that you just were not interested, this guy would not let up.

No, you did not want to take a cruise on his most recently bought yacht, seriously, what the absolute hell, and if you had to remove his hand from your hip one more time you might just stab it with one of the serving forks. However, you reminded yourself, it was not polite to punch this guy in the face, or spill your drink on him, or use his throat as a stress toy. No, no, you were blending in with 'polite society'. Your job was to smile and play the game, no matter how exhausting it was. No matter how you felt like downing wine glass after wine glass just so you didn't have to be mentally present for any of this.

“I feel like I've shared my entire life story with you,” the barnacle of a person said with a laugh that sounded so fake.

Damn near, you thought. It was a credit to your acting skills that you had faked being interested in any of it.

He sidled close to you, invading your personal space for what must have been the dozenth time. “I'd much like to get to know you.”

And there again was the hand, okay. Fork. Stab. Where is a fork so you could stab... no, no, violence is not polite, no matter how gratifying it would be right now. You just wanted out. You wanted out. Please, someone, anyone...

“There you are, darling! So sorry to keep you waiting.”

Your heart gave a small skip as you were gently but effectively, pulled away from the offending party and against a much more familiar and far more comfortable person. You gazed up at Agent Dawn, cheeks heating but the relief that flooded you was overwhelming.

“Ah, you two... know each other?” The man said, looking both dumbstruck and a little emasculated. Good.

“Yes,” you said, taking the line Dawn had cast you and wrapping your arm around his waist. “The two of us are very close.”

“So close there's not much room for a third, I'm afraid,” Dawn said with a little shrug and a friendly grin that was just a touch sharper than usual. “Better luck next time, friend.” The friend was very sardonic, a bit of salt in the wound.

The man's face turned beet red. Pride thoroughly run through, he skulked off. You released a long breath, relaxing against Dawn's side. You felt his fingers gently squeeze your shoulders as he looked down at you.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

“Fine, I just...” You trailed off, your throat closing up. Shit, not now. You could feel yourself shutting down. You took deep breaths, forcing yourself to keep from hyperventilating.

Agent Dawn must have sensed your distress because he took your arm and, looking much like a gentleman escorting you so as to keep others from noticing your breakdown, he guided you away from the party to an outside area. The cool evening air was a welcoming relief and you took several deep breaths. Your body was shaking and you had to bite back a few tears.

“Ahaha, wow, sorry,” you apologized, dabbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. “Gosh, this is embarrassing. You must think me silly or something.”

“Now why would I think that?” Dawn asked, pulling out a black pocket handkerchief and offering it to you.

You accepted it with a mumbled 'thank you'. “I've never been good with stuff like this. Yet, it seems to come so easily for everyone else. I feel like such an alien most days. Like... something with me is broken, or I wasn't made right, you know? Defective.”

“I don't believe that,” Dawn said, leaning down so he was at eye level with you. “Not for one second. I've seen you in your element, and you're brilliant. You have talents others don't. What you bring to the world, and this agency, no one else can. And if you continue speaking badly about my dearest friend, I may have to punish you.” He said that last line with a playful wink.

You gave a small snort, which bubbled over into a laugh. It was incredible how quickly at ease he could make you feel. How he was able to make your world-ending issues seem so small and laughably insignificant. Or maybe he just made you stronger, more capable of dealing with them. Either way, you felt better, like you'd been pulled away from a deep hole that you would have had a time crawling back out of otherwise.

“Do you want me to take you home?” he offered.

You shook your head. “No, I'll see this through. Just... could you stay with me?”

“I'll be by your side the rest of the night,” he promised. “At least until you get sick of me.”

You grinned at that. “Not gonna happen.” You held out his handkerchief. “Did you need this back?”

He placed a hand on yours, gently curling your fingers over the scented cloth. “Why don't you hang onto that for me, hm?”

Your face heated but you didn't refuse. The two of you rejoined the party, and with Dawn by your side, the night was significantly more bearable. Your smiles felt far less forced because he was right there, making your world brighter, much like the sun did.

(I blame @clxckwork-sun-n-moon for this. Another fanwork from Accidentally Undercover AU by @lavenoon) The brain rot they give me is just all-consuming I swear tg.

[puppyie-innit]

t-wordtober day 7: Teachin

The soft light of a late evenin’ streamed through the cracked windows of the livin’ room, castin’ a warm glow over the small space where Puppy was settlin’ down with her canvas. The room was already speckled with paint from their past projects, but today felt especially chaotic. Puppy sat on the floor, already smeared in various shades of blues, reds, and greens, her fingers stained from head to toe.

Dino stood off to the side, watchin’ her intently, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. His patience was wearin’ thin, though the fondness in his eyes never faded. She’d been at it for over an hour, and he couldn’t help but notice how much of the paint was endin’ up on her rather than the canvas.

“Puppy,” Dino sighed, rubbin’ the back of his neck. “You know the paint’s supposed to go on the canvas, not… you.”

Puppy didn’t even look up. She was focused, a little too focused, dippin’ her brush into the bright yellow and makin’ wild, broad strokes. Paint splattered everywhere, includin’ onto her shirt and even her face. A drop of red landed on the tip of her nose, but she paid it no mind.

Dino groaned softly, movin’ to the corner where he had neatly stacked the washcloths, all ready for the inevitable mess. He grabbed one and approached her cautiously.

“You’re a paintin’ disaster, y’know that?” he teased, kneelin’ beside her and dabbin’ at the paint on her cheek. Puppy squirmed away with a little huff, her attention still firmly on the canvas in front of her.

“I’m tryin’ to teach you that you can paint without gettin’ it all over yourself,” Dino said, a bit more insistent this time. “But if you keep ignorin’ me, I’m gonna have to step in.”

Puppy, still refusin’ to respond, continued draggin’ the brush along the canvas, completely absorbed in her creative chaos. Dino sighed, sittin’ back on his heels as he watched her. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how determined she was to ignore him.

“Alright, if you’re not gonna listen,” Dino started, a hint of mischief slippin’ into his voice, “I guess I’ll just have to paint too.”

At this, Puppy froze for a split second, her eyes flickerin’ to him but quickly dartin’ back to her work. She didn’t think he’d actually follow through.

But Dino had made up his mind. If she wasn’t gonna let him clean her up, he’d just make her messier—his way.

Without another word, Dino dipped one of the brushes into a jar of blue paint and tapped it on her arm. The cool wetness made her flinch, and her eyes darted over to him, this time stayin’ locked on his for a moment. A challenge flashed in her gaze, but she didn’t say anythin’.

“Oh, I’m just gettin’ started,” Dino teased, dippin’ the brush again and drawin’ a little circle on her other arm.

Puppy wrinkled her nose, stiflin’ a giggle, but she quickly turned back to her canvas. She was tryin’ to pretend he wasn’t there, tryin’ to stay in her zone, but Dino wasn’t havin’ it.

He switched to a paintbrush loaded with red and swirled it across her forearm in big loops. “You know, Puppy, it’s okay to admit you’re havin’ fun bein’ a mess.”

A tiny smile tugged at Puppy’s lips, though she still didn’t respond. She just kept paintin’, even as Dino started addin’ more and more doodles to her arms and shoulders.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Dino said, a grin stretchin’ across his face. “You’re gonna keep ignorin’ me, huh?”

Puppy hummed softly, lost in her art, but the hint of laughter in her eyes gave her away. She wasn’t totally unaffected, and Dino could see it.

Dino, determined now, decided to take it a step further. He dipped his brush into a mix of pink and orange paint and gently lifted the hem of her shirt, exposin’ her tummy. He could feel Puppy tense up, her body squirmy but not protestin’.

“Let’s see… this canvas here looks like it needs some attention,” Dino said in a mock-serious tone, his brush hoverin’ just above her stomach.

Puppy finally broke, lettin’ out a burst of giggles as the cool bristles made contact with her soft skin. “D-Dino!” she squealed, twistin’ away, but Dino was quick, paintin’ squiggly lines and doodles all over her tummy.

“Oh no, you’re not gettin’ away that easy,” Dino chuckled, his hand firmly on her side to keep her still. “You’re my canvas now, Puppy.”

Her laughter filled the room as Dino drew little stars, circles, and other silly shapes across her skin, takin’ full advantage of the fact that she couldn’t escape.

Puppy tried to wriggle free, but Dino’s grip was gentle yet firm. “You’re gonna be the most colorful masterpiece I’ve ever made,” he said, his voice light and playful.

At this point, Puppy’s canvas had long been forgotten. Her giggles echoed off the walls, her body writhin’ as Dino continued his playful art session.

The only time she managed to catch her breath was when Dino paused to switch colors. And that’s when he dropped it—the one word that always got a reaction.

“You know, Puppy,” Dino began slowly, as if contemplatin’ somethin’ serious. “After all this, you’re definitely gonna need a bath.”

Puppy immediately growled, her laughter dyin’ down as she shot him a glare. Dino grinned, amused at how quickly her mood shifted at the mere mention of a bath.

“Okay, okay,” Dino said, laughin’ softly. “No bath… for now.” He winked at her, pickin’ up another brush. “But I’m not done paintin’ you yet.”

By the time Dino was satisfied with his “masterpiece,” Puppy was completely covered in random doodles and swirls. Her arms, legs, even her face were dotted with bright colors. She looked like a walkin’ rainbow, and Dino couldn’t help but admire his work with a proud smile.

But the excitement had finally worn Puppy out. She was sprawled out on the floor, her giggles havin’ faded into soft, sleepy breaths. Her eyelids drooped, and her tiny hands rested beside her, still clutchin’ a paintbrush.

Dino chuckled, kneelin’ beside her and wipin’ some stray paint from her cheek. “Guess I wore you out, huh?” he murmured, his voice soft now.

He glanced at the pile of washcloths in the corner and sighed. She’d fallen asleep in the middle of a colorful mess, but at least now he could clean her up… quietly.

Carefully, Dino dipped one of the washcloths in some warm water and began wipin’ away the paint from her face and arms. He worked slowly, tryin’ not to wake her, though she stirred a little when he gently wiped at her tummy.

“Shh,” Dino whispered, smilin’ to himself as he cleaned the last bits of paint from her skin. “You can stay my little rainbow for tonight.”

Once she was mostly clean, he wrapped her in a soft blanket and carried her to the couch, lettin' her sleep peacefully in the warmth of the late afternoon sun.

With that, Dino leaned back, lookin’ down at his peacefully sleepin’ Puppy. She might’ve been a mess, but she was his mess, and that was all that mattered.