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dumplingsfordays · 11 months

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sparks on a cold night

gepard x drunk!reader

summary - drunk reader (who hates gepard) crashes at gepard's place bc they really have nowhere else to go.

cw!: swearing, enemies to lovers, mentions of alcohol + drunkenness, reader wearing a dress, otherwise fluffy :)

note - aaaa gepard brainrot go brr. also tysm for 80 freakin followers this is insanity <33 ily pookies so much y'all are so sweet!! thank you all again soso much for the support and hopefully you enjoy the content <3

and as always, thank you for reading :))

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He just finished signing some paperwork at his desk in his room upstairs when he heard the knocks.

The first was a rather quiet and weak knock, so Gepard didn't hear it, but fortunately the second one was much louder. He then checked his watch. 11:37 PM wasn't really a time when people usually knock on others' doors, so whoever was at the door must've had some important business with him. He hurriedly adjusted his robe around him and walked over to the enterance to his house, looking through the peephole when he stopped in front of it.

This must've been some sort of mistake, he thought, recognizing your face staring right back at him.

But nevertheless he decided to open the door - you looked a little flushed and cold and Gepard couldn't bear to leave a poor soul like yourself shivering in the cold all alone, especially if you needed urgent help, but if you were going to treat him the same way that you did when you delivered paperwork to his office, he was going to shut to door right then and there.

Opening the door, he saw a lazy smile blossom across your face at the sight of his taller figure.

"Heyy -hic- Geppie," you slurred, hiccuping as you spoke. "I know that I -hic- totally hate you and everythin' but I kinda need a bit a help."

Were you drunk?

"You see, I kinda fucked up. I thiiiink that I -hic- had a little teensy tiny bit too much to drink and I locked myself out of -hic- my house."

"And you don't have any spare keys or anything?" asked Gepard, leaning on the doorframe.

"No spare keys s'or anythin'."

As much as Gepard wanted to slam the door in your face for the nasty rumors about him that you whispered in your friends' ears and the hateful, cold stares that you gave him from time to time for absolutely no reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it. You looked, well, almost pathetic. Slightly disheveled hair framed your face like a (slightly neater) bird's nest and your lip gloss was a little smeared on the edges. The chilly night breeze caused a shiver of goosebumps to crawl across your skin and your cheeks to redden even further. You sensed warmth and comfort emanating from Gepard's frame, and subconsciously leaned forward, closer to the pleasant air about him.

You tugged the hem of the black dress that you wore down and crossed your arms, waiting for a reply from the blond man, which he gave in the form of a sigh.

"Alright. But only for one night. And you owe me."

You nodded gratefully, eyes widening and lips stretching into a thankful smile. "Mkay, thanks so much. You're vvvery sweet, y'know?"

Gepard leaned back to let you in, and you daintily stepped inside. The warmth of his figure was also present in his house, which isn't too large but also not too cramped. It's a little dim, because most of the light around this time of night here is produced by candles, but you don't mind - in fact, you really liked it. It was a nice break from the sharp neon lights of the bar and later the uncomfortable haze of the streetlamps. He, like a true gentleman, closed the large oaken door after you and beckoned you to take off your coat, which you gave up with a grateful nod and half-lidded, delirious eyes. Your cheeks glowed a soft pink.

While removing the coat from your shoulders, leaving you in that skimpy black dress that was basically 40% skin, the blond clearly noticed the scent of alcohol emanating from your neck and lips, and it finally settled in his brain that you were only acting this friendly because you were drunk. His earlier suspicion was correct.

He hung up your coat in a closet while you made your way to the fireplace in an adjacent room, the one that just so happened to be Gepard's favorite. Paintings sparingly covered the walls, bookshelves below them contained a gigantic variety of books, and the best part of it all in his opinion was the lit fireplace and the couch in front of it, on which you so happened to snuggle up into a ball.

"Do you want a blanket?" he asked. "You must be rather cold after being outside."

After a couple of seconds you answered, turning your head to meet his gaze.

"Yes -hic- please."

With a small sigh, he grabbed the heaviest quilt that he could find from the closet beside the door and walked back to you. He draped it over your shivering frame and sat down beside you, deciding to abandon his paperwork for now. He could deal with it later anyways.

You were too busy staring at the flickering flames licking against the logs in the fireplace to notice him, but when you felt the couch shift downwards at his weight, you didn't mind - in fact, it was much warmer (thus better) when he was beside you. Gepard, on the other hand, had many more thoughts than you did right now. He was specifically thinking about why you came to him instead of one of your friends' places, and why you were acting so nice to him all of a sudden, so he decided to just ask.

You replied in a low, hushed tone. "Feel like you're more... y'know, reliable."

"Thank you, but wouldn't your friends be? You hate me, after all."

"Hate? When did I -hic- say hate?"

"Well, judging by the fact that you spread rumors about me and glare at me when you bring me paperwork, I'd say you do."

At this you laughed airily, like the tinkle of wind chimes in the breeze. "Noooo, I don't hate you. I'm just a little jealous. Because you're so braaave n strong n responsible. How -hic- could anyone not be jealous?"

You didn't see, of course, but the blond man blushed a little at how you blabbered on about how courageous he was. Never, in all his years working with you, did he ever expect you to confess this.

"I still think you owe me an apology, though," he mentioned, gazing at the fire with you. "For all the dirty looks and everything."

An amused flicker in your eyes told Gepard everything he needed to know. Lips quirking up into a grin, you leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on the apple of his ruddy cheek and then curled up into your previous position on the couch as if nothing happened.

And this time he really, unequivocally, full-on flushed with a previously alien to him mixture of embarrassment, shyness, and self-consciousness.

"What- what was that?" he managed to stammer out.

"My apology," you winked back with that same gorgeous grin. "You -hic- accept it though, right?"

Oh no. No, he couldn't look at you any longer after what you'd done, because then his brain would probably short-circuit and he'd embarrass himself even further by accidentally blurting out how pretty you looked in the amber light of the fire, hair messy, eyes lidded, lips reddened-

No. Any direction but that.

He coughed and cleared his throat.

"Fine," he choked out. After a moment's silence you spoke up.

"Geppie," you started, using his nickname absentmindedly, "what do you think -hic- about me?"

It was probably best to say as little as possible, but Gepard decided against it. If you were this drunk, you probably wouldn't remember anything from this night tomorrow. "I, um... I think that you're, uh, a hard worker. And you're nice to everyone." He almost added 'except for me' but changed his mind. "You're also, um, smart. And funny sometimes. And helpful. So I guess that I think you're a good person overall."

"Aww, -hic- thank you." Your lips turned up into a smile.

Fire is an interesting thing. While it can burn (and probably did the cavemen that first discovered it), it can also evoke a feeling of comfort and perhaps even safety, provided that you're sitting in a large mansion, on a couch, in front of a magnificent white-brick fireplace with a man who, unbeknownst to you, is sort-of starting to warm up to you despite his earlier grudges. It's funny how something as dangerous and potentially lethal as fire can do that.

The same applied to you - you were also realizing that being jealous of someone doesn't automatically give the person permission to insult or gossip about them. Should you admit your mistakes to Gepard out-loud and swear to change like the villain at the end of a kids' storybook? Definitely not. But should you apologize, for real this time, just to make this situation less awkward? Yes.

"Gepard, look. I'm -hic- ssorry that I kinda treated you badly since I started working. Is there anythin' that I can to do make up for it?"

You hear him sigh beside you.

"No, nothing major. But there is one thing."

It was now or never, Gepard thought. Either you're going to hate me or you won't care at all tomorrow morning.

Leaning over to your side of the couch, he reached out a hand to cup your cheek and glided his thumb over the smooth skin. You inhaled sharply but then relaxed - he used this moment to gather himself, and finally, after a brief moment of internal panicking, he kissed you.

He kissed you.

He kissed you, a now much-more-sober-but-still-pretty-drunk-person-who-he'd-hated-up-until-now who looked infinitely prettier with their face illuminated with a soft golden glow emanating from the fireplace and with their lips on his. He felt you jump a little when he finally did it but you settled down again after (and perhaps even leaned in a little). And when you parted, both out of breath and eyes locked on each others', he moved his hands to cradle yours.

"I-I don't know what came over me, I'm sorry, I-"

"No." You tilted your head to the side slightly. "Don't apologize. That was nice."

You were going to be the death of him. Gepard flushed even harder at your statement if that was possible. You? Saying that was nice? He must be in heaven.

"So, um, does that mean that we're, uh..." he trailed off, too embarrassed to say 'dating'.

"Enemies?" you ask. No.

"No, no, um... dating."

"What?"

"Dating."

"Dating?"

"Please don't make me repeat it..."

"I won't! It's just funny seeing you embarrassed."

"Oh, y/n, you-"

"Just kidding! But I think so, yes. Unless you're aiming for, y'know, something different." You jokingly winked at him. "I know you aren't, I'm also kidding on that last part."

Gepard fully turned away from you now, hiding his red-as-a-tomato face in his hands. You, however, had already stopped teasing and slowly pulled his hand-covered face back to you.

"Geppieee," you cooed, "Come on. I'm just joking."

"I'll only forgive you if you accept to be my partner."

"Who said I won't?"

His fingers moved to reveal one eye like a ray of sunshine peering through the clouds.

"So you would?"

"Of course!"

"You really would?" He put his hands back down to grasp yours in a warm embrace and leaned in again, eyes shining a little with relief.

"Yeah, I just said so!"

"Oh, that makes me so unimaginably happy..."

"..."

"Wait, isn't it weird how we hated each other like twenty minutes ago?"

"Oh. Yeah, that's kinda weird, now that you put it like that."

"Hm."

"Hm indeed."

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lovebugdrabbles · 2 months

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Soleli Soleli (Neuvillette/Wriothesley oneshot)

notes: hiii this is the first oneshot on this acc :DD i'm glad its a red and blue pair lmfao. this will be posted on ao3 and linked on this post within the next few days under the same name so if that's more your style feel free to take a look for my acc there !! ty for reading in advance and feel free to point out any mistakes i made as this was written over several late nights lol link and textpost below!

summary: Neuvillette is a tired, tired man (?) and gets home late to an early and (sort of) surprise visit from Wriothesley. Jokes, slight pampering and cuddling ensues.

warnings+tags: no warnings, Established Relationship, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Wriothesley is called ‘wriothes’ a couple times, i pronounced it like ‘writhes’ in my head but it’s up to reader, multiple petnames and nicknames, i pull french out of my ass, Fluff and Humor, Implied Sexual Content,i just made innuendos and jokes, Neuvillette is mentioned to have multiple hearts bc i just watched doctor who also i think its COOL, Implied/Referenced Sex, I need readers to please go into this believing, Wriothesley is in his late 30s early 40s, Oneshot

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The Iudex of Fontaine’s footsteps sounded down the empty street, dimly lit only by the lamp posts. The street was quickly darkening more by the gathering clouds, threatening rain despite his attempts to hold it off.

The day had worn him to the bone and his head ached from reading papers, and proposals, and case files galore, causing thunder to sound in the distance much to his dismay. He looked up to realize his doorstep was only a few yards away, to his exhaustion, it felt like miles. He picked up his pace to close the distance and just as those miles had been crossed in speed-walking steps a few raindrops began to fall onto the cobblestones.

He pushed his key into the door and turned it slowly opening the door after hearing the click of the bolt unlocking, just as the rain began to pick up. He pushed his hair back as he walked through the door of his quarters.

He closed the door and locked it for the night. He released a heavy sigh as he leaned back on the door, closing his eyes and drooping his shoulders in defeat. Once composed, he made his way to the living room, where he sat in the armchair closest to the empty fireplace. He laid back in the chair and glanced at a clock on the mantle.

11:47pm.

God, he was home late. He thought about how he would need to go to bed immediately but something about his exhaustion from the day just made him look to the wall and stare in one spot listening to the ringing silence and rain pattering on the windows softly.

As he sat there he realized the ambiance was periodically broken by a faint rumble, this time, not from the sky but from the bedroom down the small hallway.

He sat straighter in his chair and looked towards the hall. He stood slowly, with a puzzled look now furrowing his brow.

He quickly and silently made his way down the hall, passing the bathroom and home office stepping to the slightly ajar door of his room, now understanding the rumble was something in it. He opened the door slowly and looked to his bed where he found a large figure perfectly comfortable in his sheets and snoring away.

Wriothesley.

He had sent word in one of his letters that he’d be visiting and would be arriving tomorrow morning but, lo and behold, here he was, already having made himself at home.

He was in the pants of his nightclothes and he had commandeered Neuvillette's pillow to wrap his arms around as he lay on his side. He would have looked perfectly tranquil if not for his snoring which sounded just as loud as the heavy machinery back in the fortress.

Neuvillette sighed quietly and watched Wriothesley's chest slowly rise and fall, a soft expression washing over his tired face. There was a slight hitch in Wriothesley’s breathing and Neuvillette tilted his head in curiosity but just the same it continued regularly once again.

Suddenly, Wriothesley sat up like a bat out of hell, practically diving for the bedside table where his vision lay. He stopped when he saw the tall figure unfazed beside the bed, illuminated and silver-lined in the moonlight streaming through the windows.

“Neuvillette,” Wriothesley said breathlessly as his face softened and his shoulders drooped

“You’re early,” Neuvillette said chastely.

There was more silence but it was short-lived as Wriothesley's hand grazed the cool stone of his vision and he was thrust back into the moment.

“Shit. I'm sorry, Neuvi." he pulled his hand away and rubbed his eyes, taking the moment to embarrassedly hide his face "I didn’t even–”

"No, no, I shouldn't have been… staring.” Neuvillette looked away and hesitated to admit he was watching, admiring even. “You looked very peaceful.”

Wriothesley exhaled out his nose and smiled, reaching out a hand to which Neuvillette gladly took and gave a soft squeeze.

“You were watching me?” Wriothesley said teasingly as he squeezed back

Neuvillette cracked a smile “Perhaps I was,” he said as he sat down on the bed next to Wriothesley, sitting perpendicularly “Or perhaps I was just investigating who decided to break into my room?”

Wriothesley chuckled as Neuvillette rested his hand on his

“It’s not breaking in if you said I was welcome anytime and if I have a key.”

Neuvillette rolled his eyes and grabbed a hold of Wriothesley's fingers, giving another soft squeeze and a relieved sigh

"Rough day huh?" Wriothesley asked, giving a squeeze and rubbing his thumb gently on Neuvillette’s hand

"Archons was it ever.” he looked to Wriothesley lamely

Wriothesley smiled sympathetically "You look beat, sweetheart. Why don't you get dressed and come lay down?”

“I feel… beat.” Neuvillette said quietly

Wriothesley chuckled at his wording “You really are tired. Go put on your pajamas, doll.”

Neuvillette rolled his eyes at the man in the bed and stood up, still softly holding on to Wriothesley's hand. Neuvillette feigned to let go as he walked towards the closet but, he knew he couldn't hold on forever. He let Wriothesley’s hand fall but still, Wriothesley smiled softly as he watched Neuvillette disappear into the closet.

Neuvillette made quick work of his day clothes, throwing his shirt and pants into a hamper and hanging his overcoat. He unbuttoned his spats painstakingly and threw his dress shoes to the side with them.

He threw on a nightgown just long enough to hit his knees and glanced at his reflection in the floor-length mirror as he instinctively brushed the front of the nightgown as if to get rid of invisible crumbs or dirt, before starting for the doorway and peeking out quietly.

Wriothesley was laid on his back, now no longer snoring, just breathing softly, one arm resting over his eyes, the other resting on his waist; Neuvillette’s pillow now discarded and lying in the empty area of the bed.

Neuvillette stepped out quietly to the vanity where a brush and hair ties sat and took a seat on the stool.

Neuvillette carefully removed his barrettes and opened a small box placing it inside next to others similar to them, before grabbing the brush and beginning to detangle his hair. As he combed through his locks behind him he heard Wriothesley inhale deeply. Neuvillette looked behind him in the mirror watching as Wriothesley sat up and swung his legs off the bed before he stood and stretched.

“What are you doing?” Neuvillette asked quietly, turning to face Wriothesley

“I’m helping you,” Wriothesley said, cracking his knuckles as he stepped closer

“You don't have to. I do it every night, it's nothing I'm not accustomed to.” Neuvillette tried to protest

Wriothesley rolled his eyes “Come on, let me help. Just this once? ”

“Fine, fine,” Neuvillette raised his hands defensively brush still in hand

Neuvillette held out the brush to Wriothesley who grabbed it with a soft smile growing on his face. He undid the tie on the end of the silver hair and began to brush the soft strands, carefully minding the horn-like tendrils. There were very few tangles but he was just glad to oblige Neuvillette’s habits and maybe it didn't hurt to get a bit of fun out of it himself.

Wriothesley sat the brush down and began running his fingers through the soft strands and scratching Neuvillette’s scalp. The silver-haired man closed his eyes and shivered as Wriothesley went upwards and back from under his scalp with his fingers.

Mostly for his own enjoyment, Wriothesley made a note to scratch behind Neuvillette’s ears prompting more shivers. Wriothesley chuckled and smirked as he continued, now running his hands through Neuvillette's hair to pick through any knots he made before repeating the process a few times; taking care to scratch gently and slowly.

After a short while, Neuvillette's shoulders were no longer stiffened and his posture had relaxed, allowing him a bit of slouch.

He would have continued playing with his hair for the rest of eternity if he could, gently scratching and massaging occasionally making a new parting to attempt a new style but, he understood it was late and downtrodden-ly picked the brush up to detangle the Iudex’s hair once more so he could braid it.

He counted in his head as he brushed; 1, all the way to 50. 50 brushes in the morning and 50 brushes at night before braiding it. 100 a day at the very least.

Wriothesley brushed his hair a bit more than 50 times and made quick work of Neuvillette's hair, dividing it into 3 and stacking the strands one after the other. He grabbed the ribbon off the vanity and tied a small bow to the end of the braid, satisfied with his work.

He moved Neuvillette's braid over his shoulder and leaned down to press a kiss on the back of Neuvillette's neck. He pressed a few more, and Neuvillette sighed and tilted his head. Wriothesley smirked and pressed a few more softly before moving closer.

“Yknow, the night is still young and I mean, we do have the first half of the day off… we could always…” Wriothesley adjusted to whisper in Neuvillette's ear “...mess around a bit.”

Neuvillette shivered again and chuckled, “Wriothes, while I do enjoy our escapades; I… really am exhausted tonight. I'm sorry, Amour.” Neuvillette turned slightly, “Another time?”

“Of course, doll.” Wriothesley rested his hands on Neuvillette’s shoulders “More energy for next time, anyways right?.” He pressed a kiss to Neuvillette's cheek and looked at him in the mirror with a smirk.

“Are you sure?”

“Sweetheart, if I was truly that desperate I could always read your letters– and y’know, with your particular detail, it's almost as good as the real thing.” Wriothesley waggled his brows and his smirk widened to a grin

Neuvillette gave a playfully unimpressed look and Wriothesley pressed another kiss, this time, to the side of his forehead.

“Let’s lay down before I decide never to send you another letter, hmm?” Neuvillette said patting one of Wriothesley’s hands

“Hey now let’s not go that far.” Wriothesley laughed, pulling away to stretch as Neuvillette stood.

They shuffled towards Neuvillette's bed, Wriothesley settling into his previous spot and very reluctantly handing Neuvillette his pillow back as he settled into his own side of the mattress.

Once they had stopped shifting around, Neuvillette gingerly reached his hand across the small space between them in the bed, wrapping their pinkies to test the waters before softly grasping their hands together.

A cool silence settled over the quiet room.

“If you really wanted to, could we do something quick?” Neuvillette said quietly, looking over to Wriothesley

“Not if you’re tired, sweetheart. There's always another time.” Wriothesley gave Neuvillette's hand a squeeze and turned to look at him with a soft smile.

“Are you sure? You kissed my neck more than a few times. You always kiss my neck when–”

“Yes, Neuvillette.” Wriothesley interjected with another squeeze of his hand, a bit of pink tinging his face at the mortifying thought of one of his tells being known, and one of the more intimate ones at that

The room went quiet after he said that. Wriothesley turned to lay on his side now fully facing Neuvillette who was looking away to the ceiling.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong technically but. it had been a few weeks since we…” Neuvillette hesitated “and couples do cite these types of issues all the time for reasons to disband relationships.” Neuvillette looked away again

“We don't have to do anything just because I'm here,” Wriothesley paused and gave a soft squeeze and smiled “It’s a… non-issue.”

“I understand that but I feel bad saying no. Especially since you’re visiting.”

The clock on the vanity began taunting Wriothesley in the growing silence. tick. tick. Speak. tick. boy. Tick. speak. tick. tick. tick.

Wriothesley reached for Neuvillette’s hand again, taking it in a gentlemanly fashion, ghosting his thumb over the other’s pale knuckles, hesitant to touch the soft skin with his calloused digits. Neuvillette looked back from staring holes into the ceiling.

A question unasked nipped at Wriothesley’s heels and breathed down his neck as Neuvillette stared into him. Wriothesley dreaded the answer to his question but if he didn't ask how could he know?

“Did I do something to make you feel that way?” Wriothesley hesitated

“No.” Neuvillette said, immediately and breathlessly “You’ve done nothing.”

Neuvillette held Wriothesley’s hand with both of his, grasping softly. Wriothesley looked back, his eyes now looking polished and slightly bloodshot, a confused look still pooling in them.

“I think I may be… letting my work get to my head and… I’m sorry.” Neuvillette said dejectedly, “I shouldn't let my work interfere with my personal life.”

“You don't need to apologize. Your job is hard and… it’s a valid fear in some–” Wriothesley hesitated “Relationships… The topic should have been brought up when we started getting more serious, but we never really… said ‘no’ to anything… ”

“I think it was just an oversight. We’re both just," Neuvillette took a long inhale “Exhausted.”

“You’re telling me…” Wriothesley trailed, looking down and softly rubbing Neuvillette’s knuckles, less afraid of the roughness and now just longing to feel Neuvillette “Maybe we'll feel better after some shut-eye?”

“One would hope,” Neuvillette said, quietly watching Wriothesley’s digits smooth over his skin. “Let’s lay down.”

They let go of one another's hands to settle back into the bed. Another silence settled over the room and the clock kept ticking. Neuvillette stretched slowly to interlock their pinkies, testing the waters before jumping in the deep end.

Wriothesley obliged and Neuvillette soon after moved to interlock their fingers to which Wriothesley once again allowed. They stayed there awkwardly waiting for the silence to no longer sting so harshly, but Wriothesley was the first to succumb to the deafening roar growing.

“We don't just have to hold hands...” Wriothesley said quietly “That’s not an innuendo to be clear.” he added

Neuvillette chuckled and Wriothesley relished in the sound, almost physically feeling his pupils turn into anatomically incorrect hearts. He could have sworn the room brightened with that laugh.

“Please, come here,” Neuvillette said, pulling Wriothesley's hand to him and beginning to move closer, Wriothesley, following suit immediately.

At that one sentence, they reached for one another like they were flailing in the sea. Wrapping arms, intertwining and tangling legs, with soft rubs on any piece of exposed skin, just content to once again know the touch of the other.

The salt and pepper-haired man felt his body relax as he clung onto his life jacket in the sea of the bed. He made himself comfortable just above Neuvillette's chest, listening to the soft thumping rhythms. He felt a wave of tiredness sweep over him as he lay there, disappointingly reminding him that he wouldn't be awake to fully enjoy holding onto the Iudex for much longer.

To remedy himself, Wriothesley closed his eyes taking a deep breath, re-familiarizing himself with the familiar scent of faded lavender soap and cologne while he was still awake, giving a soft squeeze of his arms.

“You missed me.” Neuvillette said quietly

Wriothesley chuckled softly and Neuvillette was almost positive he felt his hearts skip a beat like a love-struck schoolgirl, giddy she had made her playground crush laugh.

“I always miss you,” Wriothesley mumbled

“As do I,” Neuvillette said quietly

Wriothesley smiled and nudged Neuvillette, prompting him to softly place a kiss on Wriothesley’s head before settling to rest his chin in Wriothesley's hair. He also took in a deep breath, prompting another laugh from Wriothesley, who was then playfully poked by Neuvillette’s chin.

The clock ticked quietly, now only doing its job rather than patronizing the two of them, the sound of the ticks and the other’s breathing lulling them to sleep for the night.

Hours later, the morning cold seeped into the room making Wriothesley slowly aware of his surroundings and the soft ache in his bones. Their limbs had untangled in the night but Wriothesley could feel Neuvillette had still managed to keep a hold of him, softly grasping his toned arm.

He listened to the soft breathing from the sovereign just inches away from him as he lay in bed, thinking fondly of how Neuvillette always held on somewhere be it, a hand, an arm, his waist, or even his pajamas, and once; his calf.

Satisfied with his observations his eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the soft sunlight streaming through the windows. Glancing around the room, he made note of the clock on the dresser that so agonized him last night and squinted to read the hands of the clock. It was 9-something by the looks of it.

He yawned quietly, stretching his free arm and legs. He gently tried to pull his arm out of Neuvillette’s grasp without waking him but as soon as he began to pull it free, Neuvillette inhaled softly and fluttered his eyes open, grabbing at air.

“It’s just me, doll. You’re fine,” he said quietly, sleep still dripping from his words as he turned over to his side.

He took Neuvillette's hand in a gentlemanly fashion, slowly raising it to press a few kisses to Neuvillette's knuckles with a sleepy grin.

“Good morning,” Neuvillette said softly, sleep still clinging to his vocal cords, blinking a few times, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes.

“Good morning,” Wriothesley said before leisurely pressing another kiss

“Did you sleep well ?” Neuvillette asked, now gaining his bearings

“That was the best sleep I had in weeks…” he said lowering their hands “Seriously.”

Neuvillette’s lips curled to a smile and hummed at the remark.

“I'm inclined to say the same, so much so that… I don't want to get out of bed.” Neuvillette said, pulling his hand away and turning around to scoot closer and be spooned by Wriothesley.

Wriothesley chuckled as he gladly snaked an arm around Neuvillette’s waist, his hand then taking hold of the top of Neuvillette’s hand.

“I'm sure we could make that happen,” Wriothesley said, snuggling closer and closing his eyes again, more than willing to drift back to sleep.

“Hmm… It would be pleasant, but…” Neuvillette paused “I do seem to recall you saying something about more strength for the next ‘escapade’” Neuvillette said nonchalantly, scooting his hips back and into Wriothesley’s pelvis.

Wriothesley’s eyes popped open and he blinked a few times but he regained his foothold and smirked.

“I suppose I did.” he said with a kiss to the back of Neuvillette's neck and a hum “and I recall a few things that you said you’d just love to make good on in those particularly-detailed letters of ours...”

He pressed another smirking kiss to the side of Neuvillette’s neck and Neuvillette grinned as he raised a hand to hold Wriothesley's face as he continued.

“Touché, mon amour,”

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#wriolette fluff fic #wriolette #neuvithesley #wriothesley x neuvillette #genshin impact #genshin impact fanart #wriothesley #neuvillette

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romanarose · 2 years

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Leather and Lace Master list

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!OC

*Completed*

(If you’re here bc I linked this in reference to a group sex fic, my apologies but I linked the wrong one in the initial post. You can find that on my masterlist, the Awakening series. This one has smut but not until latter. Sorry!)

Fic summary: While on a mission in Central America with Benny, Fish and Ironhead, Pope finds a girl tied up in the basement of a drug lord. She won't talk, won't look at him. Him and the girl get separated from the guys, and have to find their way back alone. Can Pope win Laci's trust? What happens to Laci when they get her back to safety?

Lovely lovely mood board created by @welcometostayingawake

Calligraphy by @poeedameronn

I'll have a Spotify playlist here! Comment any songs you think fit the vibe!

Chapter 1: Santiago Garcia finds a girl tied up in a basement. They get separated from his friends, can they make it back okay?

Chapter 2: Santi and Laci walk back to the meet-up point. Santi tries to break the ice, but even his charm struggles to break through to Laci.

Chapter 3: Santi and Benny board a plane back to the US. Santi reflects back on his last day with Laci. Will is being an ass.

Bonus Chapter: Vengo a Cantarle a Mi Amada

Chapter 4: Santi and Laci settle in Santi's home and share a brief, tender moment. Benny and Laci get along. Frankie has a cookout, Will keeps being an ass.

Chapter 5: Laci and Santiago find a special space for them. Santi has a night out with the guys, allowing Laci some much needed independence.

Laci before and after

Bonus chapter: Sick fic

Chapter 6: Benny and Laci spend the day together, must to Santi’s chagrin. Laci and Santi share a special moment.

Bonus chapter: Will’s perspective

Chapter 7: after a day in the park with Frankie and his little girl, Santi and Laci spend the evening in the woods, Laci suddenly very open. After things go further than Santi plans, things escalate.

Chapter 8: Santi makes his round of apologies. Later, Frankie has an emergency and Santi has to take Laci to Will, where Laci, Ben and Will have their own adventure.

Chapter 9: Santi takes Laci to one of Ben's fights. Later, Santi takes Laci on their first real date

Chapter 10: just a lot of smut, fluff, and hurt/comfort. That’s it

Chapter 11: Santi has to leave for a few days with Frankie and Will, leaving Laci with Benny.

Bonus Chapter: Santi’s revenge

Chapter 12: On a cabin trip, antics ensue, and Laci and Santi spend a special night together

Bonus stories

Friendsgiving: Laci and Santi invite the guys over for thanksgiving, and I made it as sweet as pecan pie.

Santiago can’t skate: Santi takes Laci ice skating with the guys, quickly realizes his mistake.

Christmas Tree Hunting: Frankie wanted a Christmas tree for Rosie, enlists the guys to help as he reflects on the past.

A Little Game: just some extra LaL smut

Leather and Lace and Daisies: Valentines Day special, Laci shows Santi just how much he means to her

A Reluctant Addition: Laci has a little request.

NSFW Alphabet: Santi and Laci and sex

Laci Learning to Drive: Non-canon

Continue the story with Frankie! Come read Take Your Time to see what Laci and the boys are up too!

Also, if anyone else makes art or a moodboard, I'll put it here as well! Thank y'all so much for your passionate about this fic, I love y'all!!!

When I posted the first chapter I assumed it would get a few likes and that's but not only does this story get interaction, but the people that read it are very passionate about this story, which is more important to me than anything else <3

This amazing mood board by @annautumnsoul 🥹 lots of cute things about it but the picture with Santi and his blue plaid pjs and Laci in her lil pink pjs is so fuvking cute and AAAAHHHH laci with her hand on his tummy 😭😭😭 the coloring is so nice all pastel and soft and girlie like Laci🥰

Art by @poeedameronn

#triple frontier #triple frontier fic #santiago pope garcia #oscar isaac #frankie catfish morales #pedro pascal #benny miller #garrett hedlund #william ironhead miller #charlie hunnam #santiago garcia fluff #santiago garcia hurt comfort #santiago garcia reader #santiago garcia OC #Santiago Garcia x fem!oc

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k-tarotz · 2 months

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hii 💕 i would like to participate in your game 😊

my inicials are CR n my ult is jungkook (bts)

thank you!

11/30

disc.: please note that I am only answering people who have sent their requests in time to have a slot.

slay, I love ‘still with you’

The idol most similar to your future spouse is… Choi Soobin!~

note: this isn’t an appearance reading, but one where I tell the similarities between personality and such. picture is included incase you are bad with names. Soobin is the leader of TXT.

the lovers reversed, seven of wands, queen of wands reversed, two of wands reversed, the empress, knight of cups, seven of coins, eight of coins

Sorry I am anti romantic~ Daranago sipeo jeo meolli, imi neol jjeoneun nae maeumi~ Jageun bulssiro taolla

Jokes aside, one thing Soobin and your spouse have in common is being confused on the matters of heart. What they want, and what they like.. although, they aren’t confused in the same sense. Out of respect, I will not be expanding or channeling anything about their romantic preferences, behaviour or romantic history as it seems like they would be anxious to discuss it themselves. Let alone have other people talk about it. So, for that I apologise for not feeding your curiosity, but I will choose to respect them.

Though, there is still a lot of things here that we can discuss! So don’t be discouraged.

Firstly, they are both incredibly hardworking because they enjoy what they are doing. They find peace in working, and even if they don’t love every second of their job they love multiple things about it! Of course, they don’t have the same job, but both of them may have to interact with other people a lot in order to do their job well. Which they enjoy, especially the conversations that they have to go through in order to form connections! They genuinely love to hear the thoughts and opinions of other people. There’s some sort of joy they get out of knowing more and more about people, they have a really curious mind and enjoy knowing how the mind works. Although they are not necessarily introverts! They have their own limits as well.

Now, one thing about love they are very open about is that they are very loyal people. People might think that they are not because of their appearance or a mistake they made in the past; mainly because of being too friendly or having a poor choice of words while talking about a topic. Not because they are actually disloyal or anything, but because people love to hate on them. When you are viewed as perfect by some there are people who watch your every move that try to pick you apart piece by piece at the very first mistake you make, even if it’s a tiny one. Their “mistake” mostly seems to be being friendly, not liking to exclude anyone and not being judgmental. People often misunderstand them as flirting, when that wasn’t their intention at all. Because of this, they could be more cautious lately.

Also, one thing they hate is players. Now, they don’t seem to mind it if people have one night stands as long as both people agree to it and no one is used. You know, they don’t care when people are honest and straightforward, telling xyz what exactly they want and backing off when the other person doesn’t agree to it. Though, one thing they absolutely despise is unfaithful people that play others. That lie, say romantic things to others and that they are the only one and still have multiple different people in their phone drooling over them.. bc they give them the attention. One of them thinks this behaviour is downright disgusting, and the other one thinks it’s straight up infuriating. I cannot tell which is which, because in this topic their energies are almost identical. It’s not that they already plan on having children but incase they do, they are already nervous for when they start dating. There is like a passionate hatred from both of them surrounding this topic, tbh I respect that.

Aside from that, there is a part of themselves they don’t like to show to people. I don’t know what it is, I just know from the placements of the card that fell out. I do not think it’s malicious, but they prefer to have privacy in a sense that not everyone has to know everything about them. So, there is a side to them that only they know of. It’s most probably only their interests though, they want to enjoy them without any sort of judgement from anyone! Really light hearted and sweet tho.

That’s all! Thank you for participating! 🫶🏻

- Candy

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YOUR STOLL SERIES IS A MARVEL THAT WE SHOULD TREASURE FOREVER

THEY ARE SO FUNNY SILLY AND HAVE GROWN UP SO MUCH I LOVE THEM

THANK U VERY MUCH FOR WRITING THEY ARE MY FAVOURITE AND HOW U DESCRIBE THEIR INTERACTIONS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS IS FANTASTIC

and maybe they do not show it but they so worried about new campers. they welcome everyone in their family with open arms nd its just so nice. like a found family

Do u mind answering some questions? i would like to know about callie. i mean, she is six or so. how did she get to camp? her mom/dad dropped her there and left? a stayr? bc i image that it may be different from the way in which the stoll arrived. does connor feel kind of protective with her? not just because she is a toddler, but also bc he was the same age when he first stepped on camp. And she arrived kind of the middle of the war. What travis and connor make her do when they are in the battle? Does she wake up in the middle of the night terrified bc of nightmares? i mean how a toddler deals with all of that? do travis and connor send everyone back to sleep and take her out to calm her down? i cannot imagine their suffering during and after the war.

i dont know, maybe i just a want a chapter of callie jajajajaj

another one: do travis and katie end together? i hope so bc THEY ARE SO CUTE he is a golden retriever and she is not a black cat, maybe a grey cat. less hyperactive, but still supporting him

THANKS THANKS THANKS FOR ALL THE WRITING YOU ARE AMAZING I LOVE U ❤️

same anon that asked about callie here! I just realized sth: does callie (and other hermes children) really mistake the stolls names or she does it on purpose most times? bc i believe that after some time that u r all day and night with people that look alike, u can say who is who better than others. So I imagine that Callie tries to seem confused and cute so she can change the focus of what is happening (pranks, lies, not the importamt things). I also think that she and the others can identify the brothers even if they dont see their faces. And another question: when does travis let the children get away with lies? cause his lies detector is always turn on and he knows that better than anyone. So he knows they are children and they do not need to be call out all the time and that should feel they fool their authority figure/got away with sth, even if the things are just small ones well, i think thats really everything, thank u!

(I hope you don't mind me just copy/pasting the second part into the first ask)

Thank you for reading the series! It really, really makes me happy! 😊

I know the topics are kind of niche and I wrote them to suit my tastes, so I'm happy to know others like it as well!

i would like to know about callie.

To answer your questions, it's probably not what you want to hear 😣 but I like to picture Callie as a well-adjusted demigod for her age with loving parents who probably wanted her to start her demigod training early because weird things started popping up and they didn’t want to take any risk. I don’t think I had anything tragic planned for her like I did for my other OCs. I was going to write a one-shot for her where she tells the brothers apart by what snacks they like but I got ideas for Lee’s and Michael’s parts and they took years to write that I completely forgot about the cabin 11-snack chapter 😅. It’s more fluff than angst, so I don’t know if you’ll like it. But I like to think Travis and Connor are protective of her, just like they are with the rest of their cabinmates. I don’t think any of the counselors are crazy enough to let anyone under 10 or 9 fight, so I just picture them ordering their younger siblings to hide in their cabins. And those that they think are too scared/too incapable to fight like how I pictured in Clovis-nightmare.

do travis and katie end together?

I'm sorry, but there won't be any chapters with Katie and Travis in a romantic relationship. I probably won’t write Travis or Connor in any romantic/sexual relationship. Mostly because writing romance takes me a long time and also because I like the Will/Travis ship and I headcanon Connor as aroace. Sorry to disappoint.

Friendship and familial relationships are far easier for me to write so that’s why the series is full of the & tags.

does callie (and other hermes children) really mistake the stolls names or she does it on purpose most times?

I like to think most of yearrounders can tell Travis and Connor apart in seconds (except for Clarisse, because I legit don’t think she would hang out with them for any extended period of time), but for the summer-only campers I think it’s harder for them. I never been to summer camp so maybe I’m very wrong, but there’s not many one-on-one interactions with the head counselor unless needed, right? They’re just the people that keep things in order and help out the campers that's struggling to adjust? Especially in a big cabin like Hermes, not every camper will have a close relationship with Travis and Connor to the point they can tell them apart quickly.

But they can always get them back to back and compare the heights easily enough lol 😆

So I imagine that Callie tries to seem confused and cute so she can change the focus of what is happening (pranks, lies, not the importamt things).

I like this so much! It's such a cute picture 😄

when does travis let the children get away with lies?

I like to think Travis and Connor are pretty chill. As long as their cabinmates' antics won't lead to someone dying, then they'll let it be. And in case someone gets super mad and wants to kill them, I'm super sure Travis and Connor got their back 👍

Thank you for the asks! Have a nice day!

#asks

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its-a-hil · 2 years

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okay ask game under the read more doing all of them bc why not i love talking about myself

1) comfort characters going specifically with the ones i dont kin - ringo from penguindrum, mu ye from half, ,,,, ,,, i think that might be it actually im too much of a kinnie for this uwu

2) lighter or matches matches even though im bad at them i just like scraping the thing against the thing with the fear that ill burn my fingers. dont really use them recently though since my family hasnt really lit candles in a long time

3) do i leave the window open at night god no how could i it's too cold out there give me my warm cozy carbon dioxide pls

4) which cryptid do i believe in kraken really anything related to the sea i feel like we have the ground fairly well mapped up but the sea is SO BIG

5) eye color i mean basic brown, but also ive been complimented on them by total strangers multiple times so i just dont fucking get it

6) why did i do that look that particular scene in tales of arise is just so bad i am losing my mind over it help i cant stop seeing it and imagining how much better it could be but they wanted to ship the children in a way that didnt make any fucking sense i just

7) hair ties or scrunchies both! a scrunchie is nice for if i dont want to put effort into it, but if im braiding or even just splitting my hair bilaterally hair ties just work better and feel cleaner (<- all of her scrunchies are different colors and it makes her feel off-balance to use two of them)

8) number of water bottles in my room just the one, stainless steel reusable camelback my beloved <3

9) hot coffee or cold coffee no. give me (filtered) tap water 99% of the time and chai if im in a social situation with my indian friends and that is IT

10) would i slaughter the rich i mean not really it wouldnt fix anything since capitalism isn't a group of people it's a pervasive system i would be down to de-rich the rich though that sounds way more humanizing for all involved parties

11) fav extracurricular activity toss-up between puzzle club and rock climbing cross country and theater are pretty fun too but you need to have a social group in place to really enjoy them (<- has learned this lesson multiple times and yet)

12) what kind of day is it a day where i lose my mind to tales of berseria endgame content apparently

13) last time i ate just now had dinner with parents, we had idli it was great i love idli

14) do i love the smell of earth after it rains not particularly but i do love charting a path on the sidewalk and jumping over puddles while the rain is coming down in droves and i have 4 minutes to get to class

15) am i a parent nah but i'd be happy to be one someday if im allowed to adopt and/or womb transplants and we havent abolished parenthood yet

16) can i drive yes and i dont want to expunge this knowledge from my brain pls #smash your local car

17) farsighted or nearsighted i think im very slightly farsighted but not enough to need glasses so idrc

18) hair products i use nothing special just like shampoo and conditioner i dont blowdry unless absolutely necessary though i just let it drip into my shirt that's more comfy

19) would i paint your nails at a sleepover oh fuck yeah girlie but you have to be ready for me to make mistakes bc i am clumsy as shit and my fine motor control is really lacking sometimes and honestly i would be too scared id fuck something up but i would still do it anyway bc you asked and i am Helpful™ as part of my sense of self which is Definitely healthy i promise you dont need to worry about a thing

20) do i say soda or pop soda this is a very boring question i cant even think of a good way to elaborate on it

21) something ive kept since childhood my yamaha keyboard that's probably older than me and doesnt have a full piano range or pedals but i love it nonetheless

22) what type of person am i ideologically against personality quizzes and boxes next question

23) how do i feel about chilly weather while im in a warm building: ugh it's so cold outside i hate this my skin is dry and the trees are dead it's so gross i need to build a coal power plant to end this while im outside: *exhales to see the puff of water vapor* *swishes my scarf* *smiles at the beauty and resilience of nature*

24) if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing depends how high the rooftop is if it's like more than a couple stories id just be looking out over the world and possibly peoplewatching if that's available if it's just like a house, i'd take in the air and just kinda vibe yknow?

25) perfume / body spray or lotion? i mean lotion my skin will constantly itch horribly if i dont put it own and i have the scars on my thighs to prove it

26) a scenario ive replayed multiple times i did this so often in so many ways throughout middle/high school that i just kinda got burnt out from it and now i really dont like thinking about it sorry before you ask no she was not okay

27) about how many hours of sleep do i get probably about 9 on average but i can function with any amount for a single day if i had enough the day before

28) do i wear a mask of course i do!! i cant when im coerced into certain social situations but i never initiate something like that and i always wear one at my job or on errands plus it's just nice to wear when it's cold out so your lungs dont freeze

29) how do i like my shower water hot like i need to feel a tiny bit of stinging or it just isnt hot enough

30) are there dishes in my room no a few candy bags but anything that touched actual food is in the trash

31) what type of music keeps me grounded changes constantly, pretty much the song ive been listening to recently for a while it was heir of grief (homestuck) but it's slowly moved around to random japanese music along with my general taste

32) do i have a favorite towel nah i just kinda use whatever will stay dry

33) the last adventure ive been on when i went to the japanese arcade and saw a ddr-like game with hatsune miku in it probably

34) is there a song i know every word to by heart sure - a few crane wives songs, but mostly it's japanese songs that i dont know what most of the words mean i just memorized the phonemes

35) whats my timezone eastern standard time in winter, eastern summer time in summer, bc EDT is a horrible acronym that no one ever uses and it's obvious from context

36) how many times have i changed my url none really but also i havent been using tumblr that long anyway if we count twitter i changed it twice - once bc i didnt like my old branding and again bc 'shill' is a bad word to have in your twitter @ when the nft bots are constantly looking for it

37) someone in my life i've known for 10+ years pretty much most of my elementary/middle school friend group we stayed in touch throughout high school and college

38) a soap bar that smells good soap bars are HORRIBLE and if i use them they dry out my skin and i die (see 25)

39) do i use lip balm no im lazy and usually drinking water is enough to keep them more or less moisturized

40) did i have snacks today girl yes and theyre all called chocolate

41) how do i take my coffee this is bullying. i am being cyberbullied right now.

42) an app i use frequently besides this one discord, firefox for android, bang dream girls band party, the obs camera app that lets me put hello kitty velvet crowe onstream and pat her head

43) my take on spicy foods they're good! i like them i also like nonspicy foods though it's kinda like with garlic im happy either way

44) if i had a free pass to kill anyone, who i mean who are you a cop but no one i wouldnt be able to kill someone either emotionally or practically i am too clumsy and also i refuse to do that unless someone i care about is immediately in danger and that's the only way i can think of to save them

45) can i remember what happened yesterday yeah i went to work, went rock climbing, came home and fucked around on my puter for a few hours

46) fav holiday film what is a holiday film *thinks* groundhog day and that's my final answer

47) last message i sent "oh sorry any time works for me really" <- setting up a time to go rock climbing with my sister

48) when did i first try an alcoholic beverage summer solstice 2021 (3 months before i turned 21) i had a bottle of angry orchard and it did not make the social interaction any easier to bear

49) can i skip rocks ive done it before but it's been a long time i know the basic mechanics though i could probably get it back in a couple attempts, though i dont think ive ever managed more than like 3 skips

50) can you tag me in random stuff sure but id prefer if you share it as a dm so i can actually like. discuss it with you please if any of my oomfies have read this far and see birdgirl art (or birdboy art im so starved) i NEED to see it

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coffee-latte-sprite · 3 years

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Batboys w/ a writer s/o

Masterlist

Dick Grayson

Thoughts on work

He would like reading what you wrote

He will however complain about 99% is happening

"there's to much dialogue"

"this scene is to long"

"why isn't he dead yet?"

Although, with all of his complaints, he does have GOOD pointers

You rework dialogue and make it better/shorter and you readers like it

"wow, this is so good!! Super realistic!"

"omg, the feels!"

You shortened scenes and make them more meaningful

"wow this scene is great!"

"this scene is so heavy!"

Dick's very helpful on helping you cut out the fluff and bring out your REAL writing

Help on works

Like before, he'll help you on constructive criticism

He will also help you play out scenes

"I don't know if this scene is right."

"well, how about we play it out."

"play it out?"

"yeah, I'll be Drew and you be Ellie, I'll stand here and you stand there"

*you play it out*

"yeah, I would rework that scene Y/N."

He'll also be unknowingly really good at book quotes

*dick says one thing*

"OMG DON'T MOVE! WHERE IS MY JOURNAL, I NEED TO WRITE THAT DOWN!"

"you just told me not to move"

Editing

This boy is a criminology expert, not an English one

He can't edit, edit

Like prepositions, run one sentences, stuff like that

He although, will catch wrong word usage

Like, your or you're

Or, there, their, and they're

He catches that stuff like they are highlighted in the text or something

It amazes you everytime

"wow, you caught all that?"

"yep, what would you do with out me?"

Overall, 8.5/10

Part 2

Jason Todd

Thoughts on works

He will really like your writing

He will want to read every chapter that you finish

"can I read it?"

"no, I'm only half way done."

"okay. . . Can I still read it?"

He'll be very supportive of everything you write

Which makes you doubt yourself sometimes bc of how supportive he is

So you once tested him on your writing by giving him a chapter you barely put effort in

"babe, this is really good but....*goes on full rant on how your writing is good, but you need a break because the quality of recent chapter is not your best*"

So, now, you are ALWAYS happy to give Jason a chapter to read over

Help on works

He is the BEST help on your books

For example, he knows those weird facts

Don't know how to hot wire a car? Jason knows

Don't know how long a person can live with a bullet in them? Jason knows

Don't know how long someone could stand in -23 degree weather? JASON KNOWS

He knows all of that

Sometimes it scares you

"so, if someone fell from the height of two feet, it could cause *some terrifying injury*"

"oh yeah, seen it happen loads of times"

He will also be a great inspiration for characters

Jason's backstory was used for half of your characters

Came from nothing, and did something wonderful

Many of your characters have the same arc

He also has great ideas, that it's insane

4 of your books are just from Jason's late night talks

"Y/N, you know, what if there was a story where a kid was kidnapped and the kid's stuffed animal, monster under their bed, and imaginary friend were the ones to save them. "

"...give me my journal"

Editing

He's a great editor

Knows all of the run ons, verb-noun agreements, ALL of that

He also would never make fun of you for your mistakes

He would silently correct them like they weren't there

He'll also make sure that you are using words correctly

Like making sure that you have the right words dealing with laws, chemicals, and latin

He'll also be a great editor for other languages

Especially since he know like over 30 languages

If one of your characters are bilingual, he'll make sure their dialogues are also correct

Overall, 11/10

Part 2

Tim Drake

Thoughts on works

He will like you work

When he has times to read it, that is

He's a really busy guy, and he doesn't always has time to read your works

He'll feel really bad about that, but you understand

You have to understand

Although, when he does read your works, you always make it really special

It basically turns into "date night" for you two

It's so cute

Help on works

He'll teach you stuff

Like how to write faster

What sites to use to find certain information, without the FBI knocking on your door

He's also a great help on inspiration for characters with addictions

*cough* *coffee* *cough*

You are able to write all steps of addiction with Tim

The need for [substance], the shakes, the withdrawals

Tim was so impressed with your knowledge of addictions that you didn't have the heart to tell him that you were just writing about him last Friday night

Also, a great inspiration with sleep deprived characters

Plus, your readers started seeing a trend of 99% of your characters haveing something related to Tim

Editing

He'll be a great editor to

But, by the time he reads it, it's past the deadline for you story

"I'm so sorry! I was so busy with-"

"i know, that why I had my editor look over it"

*pouting*

"fine, you can look it over to"

"yay!"

He will go so indepth about editing

He'll double check everything your editor has done

He will even find some mistakes they did

Overall, 7/10

Older!Damian Wayne

Thoughts on works

He will enjoy reading your works

He'll keep them on a self in his study and look at them with a smile

When you ask him what he thought about your story, he's honest

Not like, painfully honest, but close

"beloved, I believe that this character is a foil to Mark, it was to obvious for the plot and need to fix it, this is not your best work."

*translation* "i love you, but this plot is to easy to see, give your readers something to be stumped on, you usually do. :)"

Help on works

He's a great help on your stories

When you are writing, he won't bother you, but wordlessly get you what you need

Water

Food

Titus

And, when you are writing and he has nothing to do

He will sit in the room where you are working

He'll either read or draw you

He loves seeing you when you are concentrated

He also inspires characters that have his qualities

Adoration, sarcasm, devotion, great artist vision

Also, he's a great inspiration on character development

No one can rival your work when you write about character development

NO ONE

Editing

He's a good editor

Points out misspellings

Points out typos

But, he's more concerned with the book cover

He's all about aesthetics

And a trend

All of your books are like puzzle pieces on the spins

Like, when you put all your books together on a shelf, they make a picture

It was a big hit with you readers

He's personally designed three of your books and had Alfred the cat be the tie breaker when deciding which cover went with which book

The other brothers and sisters also made one cover as a collected effort

It was really sweet

Didn't have anything to do with the story inside, but it was sweet

Overall, 10/10

Permanent Taglist: @royalmuffinsworld

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theharrowing · 3 years

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Boy Blue 💙

While going through a painful but necessary breakup, you meet someone who is patient, kind, and understanding; everything your last ex was not.

Or is he?

💙 Taehyung x Female Reader + Yoongi x Reader, Jungkook x Reader, Original Female Character x Taehyung x Reader, Taehyung x Yoongi, Namjoon x Reader (kind of), Hoseok x Reader, MxM ships

💙 word count: 89k + a lot of images of text conversations

💙 college au, text message au, strangers to lovers, yandere, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, angst, slow burn, slash, poly, major character injury & death, graphic violence, nsfw, 21+

💙 warnings: 🕊 dead dove 🕊 angst (hurt/comfort, breaking up and moving on, intent of infidelity) yandere (possessiveness, gaslighting, lying, stalking, physical abuse, major & minor character injury and death, gore, blood, torture, dubcon, consent turned non-consenting with use of date rape drugs, trauma response, PTSD, mc is very young and naïve), explicit sexual content (vanilla to rough, daddy kink, breath play/choking, threesomes, oral sex, sex toy, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, first time with same sex person, sex while drunk, dubious consent, sex with gun to head, degrading language - use of slut), some fluff, unresolved/cliffhanger ending.

💙 part 1 of the Rose-Tinted Obsessions series

💙 note: hello, welcome to my first yandere tale. this story is a lot. heed every warning, read individual chapter warnings, and only interact with this content if you are absolutely certain you feel safe to. obviously, i do not condone the behaviors in this story; it is a work of fiction. this fic is extremely contrived and dramatic. we are not here for award winning story telling; think of it like a trashy daytime soap opera and a gore porn horror film had a baby.

💙 also note: the hand in the banner is meant to represent Yoongi. i want to stress that the mc in this fic does not have a lot of relationship experience, nor does she have close family or many friends to depend on. she is an easy target. also! although time stamps are part of the story, sometimes there are going to be time discrepancies on the text messages bc this is very tedious and mistakes happen. pretend you do not notice lol.

💙 all written parts beta read by @neoneunnajimin

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💙 posted oct. 2021 - dec. 2021 & aug. 2022 | read on ao3

INDEX:

Parts with 📱 have images of text conversations. These conversations do not count toward a word count.

1: So you’re avoiding me now | 0 + 📱

2: Tending to a wounded heart | 1.3k + 📱

3: Hello there, boy blue | 1.2k + 📱

4: I owe you a new first date | 2k + 📱

5: I’ll keep you from drowning | 400 + 📱

6: You have a type | 830 + 📱

7: Hey, pretty | 1.6k + 📱

8: People change, bestie | 0 + 📱

9: Your place or mine? | 1.4k + 📱

10: You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you | 2.5k

11: I can see my apartment from here | 580 + 📱

12: To new beginnings | 2.3k + 📱

13: Awe, is TaeTae flustered | 520 + 📱

14: So perfect for me | 2.5k

15: Change of Plans | 2k + 📱

16: I loved you | 1.8k + 📱

17: Dramatic situations call for dramatic measures | 0 + 📱

18: Under one condition | 1.2k + 📱

19: Come here, you naughty little puppies | 1.9k

20: Pretty sus | 520 + 📱

21: A lot to unpack | 1.6k + 📱

22: Stuck in a funk | 720 + 📱

23: Almost 200 proof | 2.2k + 📱

24: Loaded and connected | 1.4k

25: Somewhere I can truly be myself | 950 + 📱

26: Howdy, partner | 1.9k + 📱

27: This is gonna be a long night | 2.3k + 📱

28: See where it goes | 1.1k + 📱

29: The feeling is mutual | 2.4k + 📱

30: Whiplash | 3.2k + 📱

31: Tonight, I'm merely a spectator | 3.6k + 📱

32: It is so nice to meet you again | 3.9k

33: The path to healing | 3.1k

34: Stay alert | 3k + 📱

35: I found something | 1.5k + 📱

36: Try to steady your breathing | 2.1k + 📱

37: Going somewhere? | 2.1k + 📱

38: An interesting turn of events | 2.4k

39: This wasn’t supposed to happen | 3.2k + 📱

40: In the middle of something | 2.3k

41: Drowning in all the chaos | 2.3k

42: Moon rocks | 3k

43: Unwanted but intense feelings | 3.8k + 📱

44: Maybe | 3k

45: Did you miss me? | 3.5k + 📱

Epilogue: I’m going to need you to see this | 3.1k + 📱

and this fic will end not with a bang but with a sharp, sudden intake of oxygen.

see you in the sequel.

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out of the ordinary (chip taylor/reader)

Title: Out Of The Ordinary

Request: no

Couple: Chip Taylor/Fem!Reader

Category: smut/angst

Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrative sex, fingering, oral (fem), sex while someone is injured, breeding kink, groping, praise kink, multiple orgasms, hair pulling), swearing, blood and other bodily fluids, graphic descriptions of violence(!!!!), mentions of sexual acts, 68 Kill Spoilers, mentions of a dead partner, mentions of drugs (unknown), guns and gun violence, talks about kids (in the very far future),

Word Count: 9,562

Summary: Reader works at a hotel where she sees a lot of things out of the ordinary… Including a man running across the parking lot wearing nothing but a small towel around his waist. If only she knew her day was about to get weirder

A/N: day three of what might have been the biggest mistake of my life. But i had fun! Idk how april does it bc i was struggling. Anyways, here is some chip smut. I didn’t edit this too super well, so please pardon any of the editing errors/grammatical issues. The next ones will/are beta’d and edited… thank you so much for sticking with me on this! Tomorrow is something i had a lot of fun writing! Here is the masterlist for 7days 7fics! And here’s my main masterlist! Thank you all for the love and support!

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I wish that even though I lived in a small town, in the middle of butt-fucking nowhere, I would see normal things. You know? Things that happen in small towns in the middle fucking nowhere. But, because it’s in the middle of nowhere, and the highway goes right through the middle of our town, we get a lot of… interesting guests. Which makes my job a little entertaining, sometimes.

Sitting behind a window at a tiny, run-down hotel early morning to mid-afternoon was what I did for a living. 90% of the time I spent my time just sitting there, reading a book/magazine, messing around on my phone, or working on an assignment for my class. That other 10% is checking people in or out of their rooms.

My day was so close to coming to an end. 11:30… I just needed to be here for one more hour, and then I can go home and go to bed. And, surprisingly, nothing weird had happened. It was a successful day, praise the fucking Lord or whoever is watching down.

Until, I jinxed myself…I thought I had hit the one allotted out of the ordinary thing for the day. That was until, as I was finishing up this essay, and I heard something from out in the parking lot. When I looked away from my laptop to investigate. And what I saw was not what I was expecting, at all.

A tall man was running across the parking lot, coming right towards the check-in/out window. Now, you might be wondering why this was out of the ordinary. Well, you see, he was running across the parking lot wearing nothing but a face washcloth around his waist. Let’s just say it left little to nothing to the imagination.

“H-hey! Hi,” he spoke, coming right up to the counter. I was more than happy that there was a counter and window between the two of us. I’m happy he was attractive, in all sense of the words. He was very attractive. “Do… Do you have a phone… That I could borrow?” he asked, looking at me with actual worry and terror in his eyes and face. I stared at him with a raised brow.

“What happened to the one in your room?” I moved away from my laptop and leaned on the counter beside it. He looked over his shoulder at the room he stayed in. I cocked my head to my shoulder and stared at him. “What room number are you?”

“Uh, that… That doesn’t really matter? Um, I’m running late,” he cringed as he looked back at me. I blinked slowly before looking down at the clipboard with the most recent check-ins.

“Sure,” I looked right at the last name and noted the time he checked in, “Mister Delacroix?” I slowly looked back at him.

“Chip,”

“Well, listen, Chop,” I paused my words as I walked over to the door to let him in. I was just happy he didn’t correct me when I called him the wrong name. I could have corrected myself, but I was just annoyed that I’d probably have to take care of the mess in his room.

“The owner’s son texted me, telling me that the people in your room had a rager last night… So, if I have to go clean that room and see cum and piss all over the room, and a coke tray on the counters, I’m charging you double,” I looked up at him as he entered the office. He was a lot taller standing in front of me. I don’t know why I thought he was shorter. Maybe its because he was standing on lower ground and I was inside.

“I… Rager?” He stared at me with a confused crease in his brow. I stared at him before slowly nodding. “Do… Do you know who came over? Do you know who it was?”

“I… Uh, I’ll have to ask the owner’s son. But, by the sounds of it, it was a little rough. I’m surprised you’re still up and walking without a limp,” I chuckled. I slowly looked up and down his body, taking in how he looked. He was slightly muscular, and though he had abs, his tummy was slightly pudgy. Which I could get with. I could appreciate a bit of a tummy on a guy like him.

“Listen,” he started, his words showing more urgency than before. I looked up, away from his body and at his face. It was probably his urgency that got my attention because I definitely almost went a little lower than the towel. “I need to know-Do you have any clothes? This is slightly distracting,” he looked at me. I wasn’t too sure if he was talking distracting for me, or for him. But I do agree, it was very distracting.

“Uhm,” I furrowed my eyebrows as I pulled my stare off him and went to look for the lost and found box, “There’s not much in here, but I’m sure there’s something,” I glanced at him as I placed the box on the counter.

“Right, thanks,” Chip looked at me before going to dig around in the box, “Do you know who came to my room last night?”

“I think… Hold on,” I muttered before rushing to the counter, shuffling some papers to find a random sticky note with some sloppy hand writing, “Christ, I forget he doesn’t speak english,” I shook my head as I stared at the writing. “Some goth chick and her boyfriend, or whatever. Uh, yeah, he told me about it this morning before he left. Like, 6 other people I think,” I swallowed roughly and shook my head, “It sounds like they roughed the place up?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” he looked away from the box for a brief moment. I watched as he pulled out a white and red t-shirt (that was left behind by a group of younger women) and a pair of sweat-shorts. “Great, now I gotta go back to that fucking gas station. Fucking fuck,” he muttered to himself as he dropped the towel to the ground. I widened my eyes and couldn’t help but stare at his ass.

“Gas station?” I asked, keeping my eyes on his body as he turned to face me. That was when I got a view of the full frontal package. I swallowed roughly.

“Are… Are you going to turn around?” he looked at me with nervousness in his eyes as he held the pants and shirt close to his body, lower towards his crotchal region. I smirked, raising an eyebrow and cocking my head to the side.

“Nope,” I looked up at him with a smile. When I noticed that he wasn’t going to move to get dressed, I dropped my shoulders before turning around.

“Which gas station are you talking about?” I asked, looking at the ground. I wasn’t entirely sure why I asked which gas station it was he was talking about. There was just one gas station in the whole town, and I knew he was in a bit of trouble.

From behind me, I could hear Chip muttering strings of profanities to himself. Part of me wondered if he needed help with anything, or if I was just a disposable person in his day. Probably the latter.

“The one down the street,” his voice was low. I wondered what he was thinking about and what his urgency was all about. “You can turn around. Can I use the phone,” he asked as I turned to face him. I looked at him and held back a laugh. Which, in turn, earned a glare from him.

“Yeah, yeah, you have to dial 1 before the number you’re calling,” I went to move the phone closer to him, nearly pushing/pulling everything off the counter.

“Thanks,” he looked over at me before picking up the phone and dialing his number. I watched as he turned away from me. He wasn’t on the phone for very long, and it didn’t sound like it was a good call.

“I… I gotta go. Can I use your car?” Chip asked as he looked out at the only car in the lot. I followed his gaze at my shitty 2001 Saturn. I furrowed my eyebrows before looking back at him.

“I can just give you a ride, you know… And, it’d probably be better if you had a partner with you. That phone call didn’t sound good… At all. And, no one will take you seriously dressed like that,” I nodded at his attire. He looked down at what he was wearing before looking back at me. “Back up just in case? No one will notice I’m gone,” I let out a dry laugh.

“It’ll be dangerous,” he looked at me with worry in his eyes. I shrugged before looking at the ground.

“I could use a little danger in my life,” I laughed before looking back at him, “I’ve been sitting in this stupid office, doing this stupid job since I was 16. The hundreds of people I’ve seen is crazy. This job is boring, I need something risky.” I explained when I noticed he needed more information.

“You could die,” he pointed out. I shrugged like it was no big deal.

“I could die just sitting here. Let me help you,” I stare at him with wide eyes. He looked at the ground and sighed. I could tell he wanted to fight with me, to get me to stay. But I could also tell he really needed help, and really needed to get out of this stupid town and state.

“Fine, you can come. But, you can’t ask any questions,” he pointed at me. I smiled before closing my laptop and grabbing for my car keys.

“Fine, let’s go,” I looked at him before pushing past him and leaving the office.

Chip was close behind me, still muttering to himself. From what I did hear, I heard the number 68,000 and then the word dollars. 68,000 dollars??? And he’s in a shit town like this?! What the fuck? What the fuck am I getting myself into? Fuck, this is a mistake… Fuck.

The ride to the gas station was quiet. Chip must have been thinking of what he was going to say or do when he got there. Let’s just hope it wasn’t Monica there. Bitch is crazy.

“Stay here, I have a feeling what I need isn’t here,” he muttered as he got out of the car. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“W-w-wait, you don’t want me to go with?” I asked as I slipped out of the car too, “Listen, I know the family that owns this gas station. They’re crazy. They’re nuts.”

“I got it. Just… just wait here,” he looked over at me one last time before going in. I stared at the door that he disappeared into before slamming the door shut. I leaned against the side of my car, patiently waiting for Chip to come back out.

I don’t even know how long he was in there for. But, it was a very long time. Worry took over as I began to overthink things. That dumb bitch probably killed him.

My worry melted away once he stepped outside with nothing but shame on his face. I raised an eyebrow, watching as he walked closer to me and my car.

“You look like you saw a ghost or something,” I chuckled as I pushed myself off my car and back around to the drivers’ side of the car.

“No, no it was much worse than a ghost,” he muttered before getting in the car himself. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked towards the doors of the gas station.

“Whatever,” I shook my head before slipping into the car, “Where to now? Monica’s trailer?” I raised an eyebrow as I glanced over at Chip. I watched as he pulled something out of his mouth and wrinkled his nose.

“Yeah, yeah,” he looked over at me before looking around my car.

“Do you have a plan? Or… Or a gun?” I asked as we got closer to the trailer park. He looked at me with a little terror in his eye. No plan or gun? Seriously? Good thing there’s a gun in my glove box. “You can’t go to these guys with just luck, Chip. That’ll get you killed,” I glanced at him as I reached over for the glove box, pulling it open and pulling out the gun.

“What the fuck! Where did that come from?” he asked, watching as I placed the gun on my lap. I glanced at him as I pressed down on the gas, speeding down the highway. “Jesus! Slow down,”

“You’re the one who fucking lost $68,000 to fucking Monica! You go in and get her money-”

“It’s not her-”

“It’s her money now, Chip. Jesus, she stole 3 of my bikes when we were little,” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Chip looked at me again and nodded. “You’re lucky you have help,” I muttered as I kept my eyes on the road.

“You know this bitch?” Chip stared at me. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“She’s my, like, second cousin. My Dad’s niece’s kid,” I shrugged before shaking my head, “She’s a cunt. A fucking cunt,” I scoffed as I remembered my childhood with her. Chip was silent as I pulled into a driveway and parked the car.

“Oh good, looks like there’s a metal baseball bat in the yard,” I smiled at him. Chip looked at me with wide eyes, actual terror sitting in his eyes. I watched as he unbuckled his seatbelt and rested his hand on the latch to my car. He stayed still for a moment before turning to face me. I could tell that there was a moment of hesitation. I don’t blame him, do be honest. I hesitated to bring him here. Taking him here is basically signing his death warrant.

“Stay… Stay here… If I’m not out in an hour… Call the cops,” he looked at me before slipping out of the car. I watched as he walked up the driveway, picking up the metal bat, and walked towards the door. I almost got out of the car and went after him, but I didn’t. I’ll listen to him. He must have a plan worked out if he didn’t need my help yet.

I swallowed roughly, watching him knock on the door and wait for it to swing open. And when it did, a familiar looking guy stepped out of the trailer. It was obvious he was sizing Chip up, mocking him as he spoke. Chip looked over his shoulder at me, silently pleading for help of some sort. I shrugged, pretending like I didn’t understand what he was asking for.

A bell ringing came up the driveway and passed me. A familiar blonde riding a bike rode up the driveway.

“Oh, you again,” Chip spoke out loud at the blonde woman. Amy… Of course. Of course she shows up. She’s probably the one who told him where that bitch, Monica, even lived. I was just happy she didn’t even see me when she rode past me. I didn’t want to be a part of any of that bullshit.

Then he was pulled into the trailer.

“Fuck, this… This isn’t going to be good,” I muttered as I slouched down into my seat in the safety of my car. I wished there was something more that I could do to help him. Because just sitting here for an hour and waiting to call the cops won’t help me or him, specifically Chip. Fucking around with Monica and her… I don’t even know what to call the people she hands out with.

I grabbed for my gun again, pulling out the magazine and looking at how much ammo I had. Just as I put my hand on the handle to get out, a loud bang came from near the trailer, causing me to nearly jump out of my seat. I sat, frozen, paralyzed in my spot, staring at the trailer. They’ve just killed Chip. Or, Chip just killed them

“I don’t know what… What do I do…” I whispered to myself as I stared at the door from the safety of my car. I wasn’t prepared for this at all. What I should have done was follow my own advice to Chip and come up with a secondary plan… I can’t exactly go in there guns blazing… Unless, that’s exactly what I do. They won’t expect Chip to have a partner with him.

Okay, that’s it… That’s my plan… Bust into the trailer, and just go for it… But, I think… Should I wait the hour Chip told me to wait? What if he’s in trouble? Who am I kidding, he’s totally in trouble.

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I just wish I hadn’t fallen asleep. Because, the next thing I knew it was morning and Chip was still in Monica’s trailer. Chip was still in danger.

I quickly fumbled my way out of the back seat and into the front. It was even worse as I rushed to get out of the car, my body nearly falling to the ground. When I was finally out of the car, I recollected myself, hyping myself up as I walked towards the trailer.

I had my gun tucked into the back of my pants as I walked. I didn’t want to be quick, but I also didn’t want to be slow. Chip could be in danger, and it was a little bit my fault. He’d be out of that situation if I hadn’t fallen asleep.

My fist carefully knocked on the door, hoping someone would answer sooner rather than later. When the door flew open, Monica was standing in the door frame, looking down at me with slight disgust.

“We don’t want girl scout cookies,” she looked down at me. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“Good thing I’m not a girl scout, Monica,” I took a deep breath before pulling the gun out from my pants. I lifted it up and pointed it right at her chest. “Where’s Chip,”

“You want him?” Monica asked, cocking a hip as she leaned against the door frame. She wasn’t even bothered by my weapon being pointed at her chest. It was like she was used to it. “He brought you as back up? Oh that poor boy?” she looked down at the gun. I took a deep breath as I stared at her.

She knew I wasn’t going to use it. She knew me well enough to know that I just had this stupid gun for looks, and that I wasn’t going to shoot anyone. But, what she doesn’t know is that I’m not afraid of her anymore. She may have tormented me when we were kids. But I’m taking it all back now.

“Where’s Chip and the money, Monica,” I spoke, my voice low as I spoke. I slowly cocked my gun as I stared at her.

“Oh, you know about the money too?” she asked before looking into the trailer at her friends and, I’d assume, Chip. “Did you hear that? This slut knows about the money,” she spoke, looking at everyone. I swallowed roughly as she looked back at me, “Is she replacing that other slut we killed last night?”

“Just go! Get out of here!” I could hear Chip yell from somewhere in the trailer. Monica stared down at me, watching me as my hands shook with the weapon in hand.

“Too afraid to use that gun?” she mocked in a whiny tone. I blinked slowly as I moved my finger to the trigger. Everything happened so fast, when I opened my eyes, Monica was stumbling back, her hand over stomach where blood was spilling out. Blood was being coughed up as she fell against the couch, looking up at me with wide eyes. “You actually did it,” she coughed, staring at me terror in her eyes.

“I’m not scared of you anymore, Monica,” I spoke as I stepped into the trailer. I smiled as I looked down at her, cocking my gun and pointing it down at her again, “You terrorized me when we were kids… But not anymore… No,” I took a deep breath before as we made eye contact.

“You don’t have to do this,” she whimpered, looking at me, struggling to move as I got closer to her, “Listen, you can take Chip, and… and the money and go… I’ll leave you alone now…”

“Sorry just isn’t going to do it, Monica, not this time… Not ever,” I shook my head, “You can burn in hell for all I care,” I scoffed as I stared at her. Blood was dripping down the sides of her lips as she pleaded with me, but at this point I didn’t care about anything she was saying.

Chip called my name, causing me to look over at him. They really did a number on him. I wonder if they would have gotten this bad had I actually called the cops and did something last night.

My hands and shoulders dropped as I looked at him. I didn’t even bother with the others around me, I’d take care of them after.

Or, so I thought… One of Monica’s friends stood up and charged after me. I stumbled back, fumbling to cock the gun before pulling the trigger at him, getting him right in the head. He fell to the ground with a thud, a slab of meat just on the floor.

“Anyone else?” I looked at the others around me, really feeling my sudden anger and annoyance come through for everyone. The people around me backed away from me. I looked back at Chip, appreciating the way he was looking up at me. Just as I went to my knees to help him, the sound of a shotgun being cocked came from behind me. I froze as the barrel of a gun was pressed right to my head.

“Whatcha doin’ there, Sweet Heart?” a woman’s voice asked from behind me. I took a deep breath as I dropped my gun to the ground. I looked back at Chip and noted how the adoration he had in his eyes slowly turned into terror and fear. “Where’s my money, Chip?” the woman asked. There was a certain fakeness in her words that scared me a bit.

“I… I don’t have it!” Chip shouted as he struggled to stand up. I cringed as Liza pushed the barrel into my head a bit more. I swallowed roughly as I looked at Chip.

“L-liza? H-h-how did you… How did you find me?” Chip exclaimed as he looked past me and at the woman.

“I told you, Chip, I always know where you are,” her fake sweetness really struck a chord in me, pissing me off more than I was before. “Now… Where’s my money?”

Someone from the sidelines jumped to their feet and instantly charged at Liza. It was terrifying how quick Liza was to turn and shoot the gun at the man. I quickly moved away and grabbed my gun from the ground. I felt a little bad for moving behind Chip, using him as a shield from this new woman.

“You’re so quick to move on, Chippy,” Liza spoke as she looked back at me. I appreciated that Chip actually covered me instead of cowering away like I half expected him to. “First the whore from last night and now her?”

“I’m not a slut or a whore,” I stared at her. She cocked her head as she looked over at me. Yet, again another one of Monica’s people came after us, only to be stopped by a different person, their arm being sliced off in one swift motion. If you blinked you would have missed it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” one of the three girls shouted front he couch. Liza turned to face the person behind her before saying something else.

“What… What do we do, Chip,” I whispered as I tugged gently on his shirt. He looked over his shoulder at me before lifting his finger to his lips. I stared at him for a moment, watching as he thought of a plan. The level of chaos in the building was starting to stress me out. I wasn’t expecting two terrifying people to show up at an already terrifying place.

“Go have fun with that one, Dwayne-y,” Liza pointed towards one of the girls on the couch. The guy looked over at the girl before grabbing her and pushing past Chip and I. I fell against the wall and blacked out for a moment.

When I came too, Liza was standing in front of Chip, talking to him about something. It was eerily quiet in the trailer now, other than Liza and Chip’s voice. My guess was Liza took everyone out. But, why’d she keep me alive? Chip probably bargained for my life. I’m honestly just a bystander in this whole thing, wasn’t I?

“You can let him run away… you can hunt him down, and kill him… Or… Or you can discipline him.. Teach him to heel or whatever he’s supposed to do,” Liza cocked her head as she looked at Chip. I took a deep breath, looking at the ground and noticed the gun on the ground right behind Chip. “So, Chip, what option do you want?” her tone was filled with that sickening sweetness, and it made me want to beat the shit out of her.

“Violet said there’s always another option,” Chip spoke softly as he looked at Liza. I carefully moved and grabbed the gun.

“Oh, she… She did? Well, I don’t see her here… Because she’s dead, Chip,” Liza scoffed. I took a deep and shaky breath before moving around the chair and aiming the gun right at Liza. “Oh, look who’s got the balls now,” Liza looked past Chip and at me. I stared down at her, feeling nervousness in the form of bile rise up my throat. “Are you gonna shoot me? Baby’s gonna sho-” her statement was finished short by a bullet to her head. I closed my eyes and looked down at the ground.

“Jesus Christ!” Chip shouted as Liza’s body fell to the ground. I took a deep breath before looking down at him. “She’s dead!”

“She was going to fucking kill both of us, Chip!” I shouted back, looking at him with wide eyes. Chip looked up at me as he stumbled to his feet.

“Okay, okay,” Chip looked down at me, placing his hand on my shoulder to steady himself. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “$68,000… My clothes, and then we fucking ditch this fucking place,” he pointed towards the door where the creepy man from before dragged a girl. I swallowed roughly as I looked towards the door.

“Here,” I handed him my gun before nodding towards the door. Chip looked down at me, a slight glare in his eyes before he took a step forward. I followed behind him, staying close to his body. He pushed the door open and immediately fired the gun, killing the guy instantly.

“I’m never going to sleep again, holy fucking shit,” I muttered as I looked at the horrors in front of me. He fucking ripped the girl a part.

“Stay here for a minute,” Chip muttered before stepping away from me. He didn’t seem bothered by everything. I was impressed that he was able to step into the room more and move stuff around. One he found what he was looking for he came back beside me.

“Let’s fucking go,” he muttered, holding a shoe box under his arm. I looked at the box as I followed behind him. I could kill him right now, and take that 68grand. I could start a new life on my own…

“Yeah, let’s go,” I looked down at the ground, “Shouldn’t we clean up the place first? Our fingerprints and DNA is all over the place,” I looked around the trailer and at all the dead bodies. Is it bad this didn’t phase me at all?

“You’re right. Hold this,” he muttered as he shoved the box into my hands. I looked down at it with wide eyes before looking back at Chip. He had a bottle of straight whiskey in his hand and was splashing it around the room, going into the other rooms before coming back. “You think this will be enough?” he asked, looking down at me with a certain exhaustion in his eyes. I tried to look past all the injuries he had earned, but it was hard when they covered his whole face.

“Hopefully,” I shoved the box back into his arm before leaving the building. I waited just outside as he lit a lighter and tossed it to the floor, causing the whole building to be engulfed in flames.

“Where to?” Chip asked as we walked back to my car. I looked over my shoulder at the blazing trailer and shrugged.

“Somewhere away from here. But first, we should get you a first aid kit,”

{***}{***}{***}

We drove for a long time. A very long time. I think we both wanted to make sure we were away from Monica’s trailer before we rested for the night. Which also meant we had to wait a long time before Chip could get the proper care he needed. It wasn’t fair to either of us that this was the case at the moment. I wasn’t ever expecting this to be what happened to me the other day when I woke up. I was just happy that after the second day of driving, he was actually okay.

“I’ll go get a room, you stay here,” I looked over at Chip. It looked like he was asleep, which I was expecting, so when he lifted his head and looked over at me I was a little confused.

“No, no let me,” he mumbled as he fought to get his seatbelt undone.

“Chip, you look like you just got out of Fight Club… Let me go get the room,” I placed a hand on his to stop him from moving anymore. He looked up at me with a little bit of terror in his eyes, “I’ll be right back, I promise,” I kept my voice low as I spoke to him.

“Okay, you’re right,” he mumbled before moving his hand away from the buckle. Chip rested his head against the head rest before closing his eyes lightly. I sighed deeply before sliding out of the car and towards the entrance of the hotel lobby.

I kept my voice low the entire time as I spoke to the front desk manager. It was hard when I also looked like I just got out of a war and the manager kept looking at me like that was the case. When they finally handed me the room key, I let out the deepest sigh of relief and returned out to the car.

“We have a room… Two days…” I looked over at Chip as I drove to a parking spot near our room.

“Two days… Nice, nice,” he murmured and nodded. I looked over at him and watched as he slowly unbuckled.

“You go into the room, I’ll grab the food and first aid kit,” I handed him the key before we both got out. Chip nodded before leaving and going towards the room. I made sure to be quick as I grabbed the stuff from the back.

“Should I shower?”

“No, no, let me clean your wounds up first,” I nodded towards the bed. Chip looked over at the bed before going to sit on it. I was relieved when he laid back on the bed like nothing mattered in the world. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

“Are you going to play nurse with me?” he asked, looking at me with a playful smirk on his lips. I laughed and nodded as I approached the bed.

“Unfortunately, I think I’m all you got,” I laughed as I sat on the bed beside him. He sat up and moved closer to him. We were both quiet as I pulled out alcohol wipes and gauze. I looked at his face, trying to figure out where to start. Thankfully the swelling in his eyes went down, but I cracked an ice pack to help.

“This is gonna sting,” I looked at his face as I lifted the wipe to his face. He winced as I began wiping the wounds on his face.

“Are you okay?” I looked up at him as I carefully placed butterfly band-aids and regular band-aids over the wounds. He looked back at me, a certain softness in his eyes. I was happy that he’d probably just need a few band-aids on his face instead of gauze and stitches like I’d thought. We both didn’t want to go to the hospital…

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” he whispered as he tried to not move away from my touch. I frowned looking at his face. “You didn’t have to do this, you know,” he added. I looked down at his hands and nodded.

“Did you want to go to the hospital and tell them the truth?” I raised an eyebrow as I shifted closer to him with an alcohol pad. He cringed as I pressed it to the open wound on his hand. “Sorry,” I cringed as he flinched.

“You’re right, though… I don't think I could make up a believable lie in the hospital,” he looked at me, watching me clean the injuries..

“Was it worth it?” I asked, feeling a small smile grow on my lips. Chip shrugged a bit like he wasn’t too sure what I was talking about.

“Was… Was what worth it?” he asked, trying not to furrow his eyebrows. I laughed lightly and shrugged.

“The 68 grand that you risked your life for, Chip,” I laughed as I grabbed a bandage and picked it open, “Is it okay if the band-aid is pink with butterflies?” I held it up to show him the design. He swallowed roughly before nodding.

“Yeah, it was worth it,” he whispered, causing me to look back at his face. I furrowed my eyebrows when it became my turn to stare at him. “Because if I didn’t lose the $68 thousand... I probably wouldn’t have met you… And you saved my life,”

“Oh please, don’t compare me to Violet,” I laughed and shook my head. I felt a little bad for bringing up his dead friend, but I personally felt like he was comparing me to her. Just a little bit.

“I’m not,” he looked taken aback by my sudden statement. I shrugged, not entirely believing him. He knew that too. I looked at him, noting the cut and bruise across his nose. Who knows how long that was going to take to heal, but I hope it didn’t hurt him too much. “I’m being serious,”

“That makes me feel better,” I smiled as I began cleaning up the first aid kit we had bought when we pulled into a new town, “I should probably let you go your own way, come morning. I don’t want to get in the way of you while you’re trying to flee everything” I laughed as I clicked the first aid kit shut, “I’ll let you have my car,”

“Please stay,” he whispered, watching as I stood and walked across the room. I almost didn’t hear him. But I was preoccupied with my thoughts, trying to figure out how I’d get home if I had given him my car to leave. I was 2 days away from home… That’d be a long way back. “I probably would die if you didn’t come with me,” he added as I turned to face him.

“I’d be pretty useless if I came with. Is your life always like that, Chip?” I asked, placing my fists on my hips. He stayed quiet. “Because if it’s always like that, running from danger and shooting guns…”

“You’ll go back home, I get it. What happened the other day was-”

“I never said that,” I cut him off, “Yeah, what happened the other day was terrifying, Chip. But, I don’t think I’ve ever had such an eventful day in my entire life. I just don’t think I would be able to do that again. That parts gotta go,”

“Consider it gone,” Chip shook his head, watching as I slowly walked back over towards him. I looked down at him, appreciating the way he looked back up at me. “Forgotten. We can… We can buy a house in… In Iowa. Have kids, have a family. Get as far as we can from that place,” he moved his legs and allowed me to stand between them.

“Iowa?” I scoffed, wrinkling my nose at the thought of moving to Iowa. “And… You want to have kids? After everything that happened? You want to bring kids into this world?” I sighed deeply as I looked down at him. I left out the part of how we just met 4 days ago. He doesn’t even know me.

“Yeah, but if you were their mother, I think they’d be pretty safe,” Chip laughed as he reached up to grab my hand. I stared at him, feeling my heart swell in my chest.

“You don’t even know me, Chip,” I laughed lightly. He furrowed his eyebrows before shrugging. “And you already want to have kids with me?”

“I don’t think… I don’t think it matters. You saved my life,” he pointed out. I bit my lower lip as he brushed his thumb across the back of my hand.

“Yeah,” I paused, taking a deep breath as I stared at him, “You saved mine too, Chip,” I smiled at him, “I think Liza might have killed me if it wasn’t for you,” I laughed lightly out my nose. And, it was true. She probably would have killed me after she knocked me out...

“Well, good thing Dwayne was easy enough to take care of,” he returned the laughter, “Can’t believe I dated that bitch,” he sighed as he looked up at me.

“Yeah, I was about to say…” I smiled softly. Chip smiled as he carefully tugged my hand so I would fall forward slightly.

“Kiss me,” he whispered as I braced myself on his shoulder with one hand. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking down at his lips. The cut on his upper lip had thankfully stopped bleeding.

“Is that a good idea,” I pulled my hand off his shoulder and gently held his face. He wrinkled his nose and closed his eyes. “Chip, I’m serious,”

“I am too,” he begged as he looked at me, “I could di-”

“You won’t die tomorrow. You’re safe now,” I smiled softly as I looked at him.

“So, what’s stopping you from kissing me,” he asked, pointing out the fact that there was indeed nothing stopping me from kissing him.

“Why you gotta be like that?” I asked, moving my hand up his face. I carefully brushed the wound on his temple before carding my fingers through his hair.

“Be like what?” Chip asked as I pushed my hand through his hair and rested it on the back of his head.

“You’re so… nice. You’re not like other men, the ones who look at women like objects,” I laughed and shook my head, “You wouldn’t even hurt a fly.”

“You do know I killed, like, bunch of people yesterday,” he asked. I smiled and nodded. He pulled his hand from mine and rested both his hands on my hips. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him.

“Okay, yeah, that’s fair…” I sighed deeply and cocked my head, “You won’t regret it, will you?” I asked, my voice hardly a whisper.

“Regret what? Kissing you?” He asked, his thumbs playing with the hem of my shirt, just barely touching the skin of my hip. I nodded lightly. “Why would I regret kissing you?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time a guy regret kissing me,” I whispered as I looked away from him, “The last guy I dated… He dated me as a joke… It wasn’t till after we… Well, we did a little bit more than kissing, did he tell me that it was all a joke,” I whispered before looking down at the ground.

“Nothing about me asking for a kiss is a joke, I promise,” Chip replied, his voice causing me to look back at him. He lifted a hand and rested it on my shoulder. “We don’t even have to do anything… You don’t have to ki-”

“I do… I do want to kiss you, Chip,” I whispered softly, “I’m just scared, that’s all,” I stared down at him.

“You don’t have to be scared,” he smiled softly, running his hand down my arm before grasping my hand. I swallowed roughly before moving to straddle his legs. He took a sharp breath as I adjusted myself on his legs.

“Sorry,” I cringed as I tried to get off his legs. Chip looked at me before resting his hands on my hips, keeping me in place on his lap.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, bringing a hand back to my face. I stared at him, feeling a small smile grow on my lips.

After a moment of just staring at each other, I moved forward, closing the space between. Our lips connected, and it was the softest, gentlest kiss ever. Although my lips were still dry, his lips felt dry, drier than the sand on the beach. The blood that was on his lips dried slightly, but it didn’t bother me at all.

Chip placed his hand on my lower back, moving me closer to his body. My arms wrapped around his neck, my body willingly moving closer to him as if it couldn’t get enough of him. I could tell that he craved me too, his other hand moving hastily around my body.

“Is this a good idea?” I murmured against his lips. I was careful as I pressed my forehead to his, feeling a small smile tug on my lips. “You’re like… Seriously…” I stopped myself from saying ‘seriously injured’.

“I’m okay. I’m fine with it if… If you’re fine with it,” he whispered, his hands going back to the hem of my shirt. I closed my eyes and let a deep breath of air out my nose. A small smile grew across my lips as his hand finally slipped up my shirt and up to my bra. “Please tell me your fine with it,” his voice wavered slightly with his words. I swallowed roughly and nodded, our noses brushing together as my head moved.

“Yeah, yeah it’s… I’m fine with it…” I nodded, taking a deep breath before opening my eyes, “I’m more than fine with it,” I whispered as I looked at him.

That was when he kissed me again. It was different than before. Because, before it was gentle and soft, like he didn’t want me to melt away. But also it was soft because we both had mild- not so mild injuries, and I knew he didn’t want to hurt me. The differences between this one and that one is, fervent and passionate, it took my breath away.

Chip’s hand on my back fiddled with my bra as he tried to unclasp it. I couldn’t help but laugh as he began to struggle. It was clear he was getting frustrated with the struggle, so when I went to help him, he let out a sigh of relief.

“Sorry,” he muttered as he fought to pull my shirt off. I laughed and shook my head.

“No, it’s okay,” I whispered before lifting my arms in the air. Chip smiled before pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind me. I sucked in a sharp breath as the cool air hit my bare chest. Chip was careful as he pressed his lips back to mine, then on the side of my mouth, before trailing down my neck. It was gentle, and soft, but it was enough for me to notice him sucking soft spots on my skin. My hands went back to his head, carefully pulling at the hair on the back of his head.

My head tilted to the side the further down my neck he went. A small gasp fell from my mouth as he attached his lips to my breast. My fingers gently pulled his hair, causing him to hum lightly. It was hard not to react to him and his touch. I needed him more than I needed air.

“D-don’t stop,” I whispered, my words wavering with each syllable. It was so hard to concentrate on anything as he placed his lips around my nipple. A shiver went down my spine, causing me to arch my back into him more.

Chip stood up, causing me to latch on to him so I wouldn’t fall, before turning around to put me on the bed. I looked up at him, my breathing picking up slightly as he stared down at me. His lower lip was pulled between his teeth as he looked at me.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” I whispered, lifting a hand to his face. He could hear the worry in my words as I spoke, letting his lower lip fall from his mouth. “Your lip is bleeding.” I left out that it was only bleeding a little bit, but it was enough to notice the red.

“It’s fine,” he whispered, bringing his hand to rest on my cheek. His thumb brushed against my lower lip. My body shivered slightly before I opened my mouth slightly. He smirked before slipping his thumb between my lips. I swirled my tongue around his thumb as I stared at him.

“Good girl,” Chip hummed, resting his other hand on the mattress by my head. I swallowed roughly before grabbing his shirt and pulling him down to my face. He moved his thumb from my mouth and looked down at me.

“Please don’t make me ask more than once,” I whispered, releasing my hand from his shirt to lift it to his face. He flinched away slightly as my hand barely touched his face. I could feel my face soften as I looked at him. “I won’t hurt you, Chip. You’re safe now,” I whispered as I moved my hand from his face.

“I know, I know,” he shook his head before lowering his face to mine, lightly pressing his lips to mine. I hummed, wrapping my arms around his neck again. “You won’t have to ask more than once,” he murmured against my lips. He looked down at me before pressing his lips to mine again, slowly kissing down my neck and chest.

Although he was quick to move down my chest, he was slow once he got to my hips.

“Hold on,” he stepped away from me, rushing to the bathroom real quick. I sat up, resting back on my hands, as I waited for him to come back.

“What… What are you doing, Chip?” I asked, my patience starting to wear thin as the seconds ticked by. I swallowed roughly as he stepped back out of the bathroom.

“Cleaning my face a little bit more,” he looked at me with a small smile on his lips. I furrowed my eyebrows as he came back to stand between my legs.

“I-I’m confused,” I looked up at him. Although, I really shouldn’t be confused. I’m the one who said ‘Please don’t make me ask more than once.’ and he obviously wanted it as badly as I did.

“You know,” he smiled as he lifted my hips a little bit before pulling my pants off my body. I suddenly couldn’t control my breathing anymore, and I was left trying to control myself. “Wouldn’t want to get blood everywhere,” he looked up at me as he dropped my pants to the ground.

I stared at him watching as he lowered to his knees between my legs. He was gentle as pressed his lips to the soft skin on my inner thigh. I took a deep breath, trying so hard to regulate my breathing. My elbows and arms gave out, causing me to lie back hard on the bed.

“So beautiful,” Chip whispered before blowing softly at my core. I gasped and pressed my head into the bed beneath me. My hands and fingers got knotted up in his hair again, slowly pulling his head closer to my body.

Chip laughed at me before peppering butterfly kisses over my pussy. I gasped, tugging lightly on his hair. He looked up at me before grasping both of my hands and holding them down on the bed.

“Ch-chip, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I whimpered pulling at his hands. He hummed before licking a stripe right up my cunt. I swear, I couldn’t even breathe. He squeezed my hands as he kept licking at me. After a moment, his lips attached around my clit, sucking softly at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” I cried out as he pulled a hand from one of mine. I didn’t even notice that he pushed a finger into me. My free hand went over my mouth as a moan fell from me. Chip obviously enjoyed that sudden reaction, causing him to moan too. The vibrations from him caused me to moan again.

“ ‘m so close. Please, Chip, so close,” I moved my hand to his hair and pulled on it a lot harder than before. It was like I couldn’t breathe, the wind being knocked from my lungs like I was punched in the gut. “Fuck, Chip,” I moaned, my hips jerking at him. He pulled his hand from mine and placed it firmly on my stomach, holding me down.

“You’re doing so good, Princess,” he murmured against my body. I cried out when he pressed his lips back on me.

My mind went fuzzy and my vision turned white. I could feel my toes curling against the rough, scratchy comforter beneath me. My hands gripped his hair and the blanket so tightly I was sure my knuckles would blanch. And the only thing I could say was his name as I came.

My chest heaved as I tried to breathe. When I opened my eyes, Chip was back over me. He smiled, clearly enjoying what had just happened.

“That was… That was good,” I laughed lightly. Chip returned the laughter before pressing his lips to mine. I hummed following after him as he pulled away from me.

“That was, like, barely the pregame,” Chip laughed as he looked down at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and smiled softly. “If at all the pregame,”

“Well are you going to get started on the actual game or just leave me alone?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow as I stared at him. Chip laughed again before standing up right to rid himself of his jeans. I quickly moved so I was lying up by the pillows.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He asked once he was back over me. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m positive. If I wasn’t… I wouldn’t have let you eat me out the way you did,” I laughed as I brought my hands to his face, “I appreciate you cleaning your face a bit before you did that though. I don’t really want the staph infection or STD,” I laughed harder than I should have. But that in turn caused Chip to glare at me.

“Well, now I don’t think I want to have sex with you,” he looked away from me before sitting up right. I stopped laughing before sitting up to look at him.

“C’mon, Chip, I was just joking.” I moved so I was closer to him, “I’d love to get a STD from you,” I bit back my laughter as I looked at him. He glared at me again.

“Shut up,” he muttered, looking down at the bed. I smiled before lifting a hand to his face.

“You’re the one who wants to fuck the girl you just met 4 days ago,” I pointed out as I moved to straddle his waist. He looked at me as I sat on him. “But, to be fair, I also want to have sex with the guy I met 4 days ago so it’d be a little hypocritical of me to judge you,” I shrugged. I tried really hard not to look at his cock, but it was right there… It was obvious that he was painfully hard. “Use me, Chip,” I swallowed roughly as I looked up at his face. His eyes were scanning my face as his hands were resting on my hips. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin, and I was more than happy to let that happen.

What he did next surprised me. He lifted my hips up so I was hovering over him, before slamming me on his cock. A shout came from my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my face into his shoulder as I tried to breathe properly after the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck,” I panted before looking up at him after a moment. My muscles clenched around him as I slowly got used to his size. Chip pressed his lips to mine before carefully thrusting up into me. My hips slowly moved, meeting him at the perfect spots. His lips hardly left mine, and when they did it was only for a few moments.

“Gonna fill you up,” Chip mumbled as he pressed his lips to my neck, “Gonna put a baby in you,”

“Please! Don’t stop, fuck,” I cried, rolling my hips against his. My mouth opened around his shoulder, my teeth carefully sinking into his skin. “God,” I whined looking back up at him, “Do it, please, do it,”

“Yeah? You like that?” Chip groaned as he brought a hand to my chest. I let out a shaky breath and nodded as he massaged my breast. “Being filled with my cum, carrying my child,” he looked up at me. I pressed my lips together and nodded, feeling myself get closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Chip, please,” I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulling him closer to my face. I pressed my lips to his as he pulled me closer to his body, my chest pressing against his.

My breathing grew raged as he picked up his pace. His hand dropped to where our bodies met, his finger encircling around my clit. I was pushed right to the edge, calling out his name as he called out mine. His hips faltered slightly as he filled me with his essence.

My head dropped to his shoulder and my arms wrapped around his chest. It took a while for either of us to move, the intensity of the moment catching up with us. Although, the last few days in general were catching up with me.

“I gotta clean you up,” Chip finally whispered after a moment. I swallowed roughly before I struggled to get off his lap.

“You really do want to have kids with me,” I laughed as we finally broke a part, “I mean, yeah I want kids too. But not for a while,”

“I told you, we gotta get to Iowa first,” Chip looked over at me as he got off the bed. When he noticed that I was a little nervous about that, he came over to my side, “We don’t have to go to Iowa,”

“No, no, I know… It’s just… The thought of leaving… And going with you. The other day was terrifying, with everything th-What if I just left?”

“I know you're nervous. You have every right to be nervous. If we leave, we can get as far from that place as possible. We can find a safe place and be safe… Together,” he knelt on the ground beside me. I looked down at him and nodded, “Besides, you had the most boring life in that stupid motel,”

“True, true,” I laughed and shook my head, “You’re not going to, like, murder me… Are you?” I looked at him as I carefully grasped his hand.

“No! I wouldn’t do that! After the shit I just said to you with my cock in you? You think I’d kill you?” Chip nearly fell back on the ground, causing me to laugh again. I smiled and nodded.

“Okay, I… I guess if the worst thing you’ll do to me is get me pregnant… Then I think I’m safe.” I looked at him with a small smile, “And that’s not even bad,” I shrugged as I looked at the bed in front of me.

“I won’t murder you if you won’t murder me,” he spoke, lifting his hand and showing me his pinkie. I looked back at him and nodded.

“Promise,” I whispered before interlocking my pinkie with his.

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86 notes • Posted 2021-11-12 20:38:09 GMT

Hey, I've been looking for some good fics of Baron Zemo ad Loki, can u give me some recommendation? off: I love your Jareth fic, when there will be an actualization?

Sure!

Let's begin with the Baron bc he's my all-time baby.

I'm in a deep case of love with Cursed and Call It A Night series of @clints-lucky-arrow, especially the first bc has such a beautiful gothic atmosphere and have dark!Zemo, which I really adore.

There's also the marvellous From Sokovia With Love of @nbraraeaves, I don't have enough words to say how much I love the plot of this one, and here we have another one with a bit of a dark! Baron Zemo *sigh* I just love this man being a lil evil.

@rosemaremembrance and @cazzyimagines have a lot of great stuff too, The Major Arcana Series of @rosemaremembrance it's one of my favourites one-shot series, The Empress was just my death. Scheiße of Cazzy made me blush so hard, oh boy... what that one did to me *blushes again*

@norabrice1701 and @handmaiden-of-mischief have magnificent historical!Zemo fics, Dance Card and The Marriage Game, respectively. I'm sure you are going to like it, bc I read it all in one day, haha

@rumblelibrary has such lovely prompts, really, Lying Kiss destroyed my soul.

Twice of @mypoisonedvine made me get in the professor! vibe, I mean, look at Zemo, he could easily be my German literature professor, easily, love that bastard being all cute.

@mymagicsuitcase did Small Spaces (I couldn't find it, sorry ;-;) and I just can't stop thinking about it. I'm literally dreaming with this, lol

Risks Worth Taking of @hardlyinteresting is so cute, I was all heart eyes when I first read it, I swear it worths every single minute of your time *-*

Tangled In Strings is an underrated fic, and I NEED that people get to know it, @captainofmischief is a wonderful writer and deserves love too

It's time for the God of Mischief

It's been some time I don't actually read a Loki fic, BUT, with the series, I saw myself compelled to go back and rediscover new stories.

So Very Bad is a terrific President! Loki one-shot and it's of @clints-lucky-arrow <3

Sadly, that's the only one I remember, but if I remind more I will send you, I promise

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In Noctem | Father Romero x Demon!Reader | English

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Warnings: Disrespect for Religion, BDSM (Soft), Sex (Explicit), Suffocation (for sexual purposes), Blood, Masturbation (implicit), Oral Sex (afab), Heresy.

Note: Skin, hair and body tone descriptions were purposely vague so that everyone interested can have a turn.

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i am cartwheeling in here and I AM ASKING RESPECTFULLY FOR 13 for rhyne, esteban, and nemis, 11 for miles and arietta, and 17 for mini taruchi >:D

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11. most embarrassing memory?

Arietta

She had this one sleepless night cause she was up making this dress she was really excited to finish. In the morning, she decided to wear it when she went out but turns out, because of her sleep deprivation, she didn't even finish it properly—all the patterns and sequins were wrong, the sleeves and hems were the wrong length, and a few other mistakes. Hell, she even used the wrong colors. So a bunch of people were looking at her dress like 😕😦 At first she thought she did so well they were shocked but then she bumped into Vil who said, “My goodness, Arietta, who made your dress?! I understand people treasure whatever heartfelt is given to them but... are you sure you want to be wearing that in public?” That's when she realized and Vil accompanied her to get some new clothes

Miles

So Miles actually really smart and he knows a lot, right? There was this one time when he was younger (probably 12 or something) and he was reading multiple books at a time. He was also in a book club. They had a meeting about one book and they were supposed to talk about it, but Miles was the first to speak and he mixed it up with another book. They pointed it out and he got flustered so he went on and rambled about how "One book isn't enough for me!" and stuff. He was waving his hands around frantically and knocked a vase over, so he left out of embarrassment. But of course, he moved on and he still reads tons of books at the same time

13. bed time routine?

Rhyne

You know that skincare routine Vil described in Chapter 5? Yeah. She does that then she simply wears one of those masks(?) you put on your eyes then sleeps

Esteban

Also does the skincare routine but instead of sleeping right away, he takes a walk outside for a bit because it helps him relax, especially after a busy day. After that, he goes back to his room and sleeps

Nemis

Makes a small snack, puts it on her bedside table, goes to sleep. She makes the snack bc she sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night and she's hungry. If not, that'll be her breakfast if it isn't stale or. idk if it doesn't taste bad

17. achievement they are the most proud of?

Taruchi

One of the things she's most proud of is the time when she was in sixth grade (or around that grade) and they had this small practice test in math. Her seatmates were the smart ones™ and she was eavesdropping on what scores they got. They were comparing and bragging and all. Little did they know, she got a score higher than all of theirs! And mind you, she was the youngest in the class which only helped to boost her ego. She (and her seatmate who checked it) has never told them this and she thinks it's funnier that way.

#You don't know how hard it was for me to think of Miles's KSNDKSKD #☆ inside taruchi's ask box 💌#☆ a friend!! sol 🕯️#☆ taruchi talks ocs 💭#☆ the rarest seashell: arietta marcurio 🧜‍♀️#☆ the two sided flower: esteban madrigal 🍁#☆ the fanciful lad with a hat: miles ponder 🎩#☆ the picky fashionista: rhynstine feinsince 💄#☆ the hot headed rascal: nemis feinsince 💢#Btw it's your girl's bday tomorrow!!#By that I mean it's my birthday 🤡#taruchi

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Sindria's Prophet #13

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((edited because I figured out to add some more history facts that I think are important))

~POV Sinbad~

"The Kou Empire, huh?"

"That is going to make things risky."

With all of the Generals caught up with what happened in Balbadd, they needed to start planning for King Sinbad's trip to the Kou Empire, as well as catching him up with everything that had happened in Sindria while he was gone.

"LadY YamuRAI H AA AA A" A yell came from the hallway accompanied by the sounds of running.

((Sinbad is hidden on the left. There's a hint of him poking out.))

A panting magician gave apologies for disturbing their meeting and ran to the head of Sindria's magicians. "I wish I knew you were here so I didn't search the tower first~" Then he started explaining about some magical proof. Most of his words sounded like gibberish to the rest, but it was clear that he had made some kind of break though.

Yam jumped out of her seat. "How did you finally figure it out?! Who figured it out?!" She whipped her head to her King, "Sorry your majesty," and then looked back to the other magician.

"It was the work of the Prophet!” the magician answered. "We were talking about her illness and she pulled out scrolls that- you just have to read them for yourself!”

Mori had said that she had written other scrolls before she started coping down Fate. This must have been what she was working on.

Both magicians bowed out to go test out this new information. Before they could leave, Sinbad ended the meeting; there was no way he was going to wait to learn what other information Mori had blessed them with. Ja'far followed as did a few of the other Generals.

When they got into the court yard, the doctors that had been sent to take care of Mori were already pushing their supply cart back to their main building. The magician that had stayed behind spotted them and raised two scrolls up triumphantly. "She let me take the scrolls!"

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News of the scrolls written by a Prophet spread throughout the Black Libra Tower within an hour. Yamuraiha and the doctors explained their significance to King Sinbad.

If even a fraction of the theories in the scrolls proved true it would completely changed their understanding of how illnesses work. If Mori wasn't sick she would undoubtedly be swarmed with questions and demands for proof. According to the magicians, nothing in the scrolls went against any known information. Instead, they gave explanations to why certain things that had been attempted in the past had failed. What she wrote about 'cells' was what really caught the eyes of the white magicians and doctors. As an example, according to Mori's writing there were blood types and most couldn't mix; that would explain why most past attempts at blood transfusions had failed.

The 2nd scroll showed a break down of even smaller particles, and how the structures of different particles made up everything. This was going to bring alchemic magic to a whole new era. Sure, such things would most likely be limited to high magicians, group efforts, and the Magi, but it looked possible now. A lot of common magic of the current day took extreme amounts of magoi in the past because they hadn't found the right formula yet. Mori's writing -if true- could easily be used as a guide to finding the right order of commands for many spells.

And even more than that, Mori had said that she had even more information to share; she had just ran out of scrolls and ink.

Mori's presence in Sindria, and everything that went with it were Fate and the Rukh's guidance. King Sinbad could see it -the future he wanted.

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~POV Mori~

In Sindria's Palace there is a Great Bell. It is rung during celebrations, and to signify the King returning home like it did earlier that day, but it's main use was to ring every 2 hours to tell everyone the time since clocks weren't invented yet. So even though I was a sick person trying to rest during the day, I was woken up by the Great Bell every 2 hours... which of course is also situated right on top of the guest tower.

For obvious reasons, I was awake again.

I wish I knew how the others responded to the scrolls. I really wanted to know Yam's opinion most. Those scrolls basically gave away the secret to Yunan's signature alchemy magic.

I still had the first scroll I had worked on -the one on the science behind blimps-, and the last science scroll I had started. That one was on DNA, and reproductive systems. It was the last one I started in Balbadd. I hadn't started working on it until sunrise on my 2nd sleepless night and it showed; there were missing words everywhere, many incomplete sentences, and I couldn't stay in topic.

These mistakes were too great to fix with an ink knife. Editing was going be super annoying and time consuming since I couldn't work digitally. I'd have to physically cut up the first draft to put everything in the right order before making the next one.

Wait- Did this world have scissors???

Back home the first evolution of shears that could be labeled as scissors was in Roman barber shops in the last hundred years or so before Rome fell. China would spontaneous also create something akin to scissors not long after. Reim and the Kou Empire seemed to line up with Rome and ancient China for the most part, so I tend to use them to place the time period, but the dress Princess Dunya wears is centuries off and throws all historical accuracy questions out the window. Rome was long gone by the time boning was added to women's undergarments, and that dress had all the signs of boned corsetry.

Fuck it. I'll ask for scissors and if they don't have them I'll just invent them myself. I had been drafting professionally for the past 4 years. That may have been for microelectronics, but it uses all the same skills; I could do this. I needed to get a ruler -or at least a straight edge- and a drafting compass which they probably have based on the look of maps in the series, and pencils, or at least colored inks if they had them. I probably needed to reinvent the French curve(stencil tool used in art & drafting)...

Since I was struggling to fall back asleep I moved to the table and pulled out my test scroll. It was full of random marks and some of my early drawing attempts that I used to practice with the dip pen -it's also where I wrote down the dreams from the Rukh. I'd write the list of things I needed, rip the section out of the scroll, and pass the list to someone who could get me what I was asking for. I added some living necessities too like sleep wear and a comb.

The maids that came to give me dinner, and next dose of medicine were not pleased that I wasn't in bed -I was an important guest who was sick after all. And I wasn't pleased to have to drink more of that bitter medicine, but we can't have nice things all the time, now can we?

My voices was strained but I managed to communicate enough. I gave them my list, and laundry (the clothes I wore on the boat) before they left. They'd get me the things the next day. I was instructed to sleep until someone brings me breakfast the next day... which is what I was going to do anyway since the sun was practically gone. I might be a bit of a workaholic but I'm not going to let myself pull an accidental all-nighter when I know I'm still sick. I'm far more self aware than that.

And besides, the Great Bell didn't ring at night.

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Maids brought my breakfast (& meds) the next morning and let me know that my clothes would be cleaned and dry by the end of the day. I guess they didn't use magic for everything.

They also gave me all of the drafting and inking supplies I asked for except for scissors. In one of the omakes Sinbad was shown cutting his hair with a knife as a part of his normal grooming. I had hoped he was just old fashioned.

For the greater good and the future of my own hair care, I drafted up detailed designs for a few different types of basic scissors. They wouldn't look fancy, but hopefully I had put enough of a detailed explanation on everything for the smith to figure out what I was asking. Steel wasn't developed until the middle ages and some of the counties of this world matched that so I hoped

that God and anime were on my side. I really wanted scissors that would be a good quality.

And if that didn't work I'd just have to get used to using knives and bladed rollers like a regular person.

The Great Bell rung for 10 am. There were at least another 2 hours before someone would show up, to give lunch, that I could ask to take my draft for the scissors to a black Smith.

I should be resting as a sick person. I should be more exhausted and in pain as a sick person. What was making me recover this quickly?

I still didn't feel like laying back down, so I decided to start drafting up the materials and equipment for proving everything I had written in the scrolls I gave the previous day.

Globally, micro-organisms, viruses, and bacteria were not really accept or proved until the late 1800's. Since Magi seems to take place some time around our 100AD-1300, and Yunan hinting at chemical compounds was seen as shocking by Yam, I knew that my bio scrolls were probably causing an uproar in the Black Libra Tower. I refused to use actual people or wait for an outbreak to prove it like how it happened in history -like how John Snow proved it when finding the cause of cholera outbreaks in 1848 and 1854 England. No, I needed to show how to prove these things in a lab, and to do that I was going to need to explain how to keep samples and invent a way to see microorganisms.

First was for a glass petri dish and other containers for samples. I'd need at least 3 -preferably more. I know glass works have been around since BC, and that this world had glass windows in some scenes, but I worried about the quality of the glass contaminating the experiments. I was going to have to boil them beforehand to sterilize them anyway.

Gosh I wish I had access to nonporous, air tight containers, and a temperature controlled environment. The heat and humidity of Sindria could easily mess everything up.

Wait... I suddenly remembered a scene from the Magnostadt arc when they showed how a sample was being stored. They already had good enough glass. I knew there were magic bio experiments but I had no idea how they worked.

With the realization that I was getting ahead myself, I switched to writing about how to use the scientific method to test for germs. It was basically the bread in a bag test to teach young children about germs but with petri dishes. I also wrote about how to analyze samples with a microscope to see micro organisms so I was going to have to figure that out next.

Lunch came as the perfect break.

Just thinking about reinventing this thing made me nervous. I knew magnifying glasses existed in ancient Rome, but they would be nothing like what I was used to. I had to explain how light moves and made multiple diagrams showing how concave and convex lenses affect light as well as the material of the lens. I ended up also showing how to make a telescope even though I knew Yam already had one.

Magicians were the only ones shown with glasses. Maybe now the rest of the world could have them too.

4 o'clock came and so did 3 doctors and a magician. It was less than yesterday, but still more than necessary to treat or analyze one person. I only recognized one of the doctors from the previous day. All of the new faces looked nervous. None of them looked young by any measure, so I really doubted this was their first time treating someone.

They weren't happy to see me at the table and made me return to my bed -their loss.

The doctor from the previous day was the one doing most of the talking. "Your recovery is amazing. You will most likely be better in another 3 days at this rate if not sooner. It's practically a miracle."

I smiled. "It's pretty shocking for me too." As long as I spoke quietly and kept my comments short, I found I could talk again for a bit.

The doctor was silent for a moment before changing the subject. "I know you need rest, but would you be willing to answer a few questions about those scrolls from yesterday?

The 3 other men looked expectant. This was why they were here.

"I don't mind as long as you don't make me talk too much."

Then came the question I was expecting since I had first made the scrolls. "I know you are a Prophet and the information came from your visions but is there any way you can prove what you wrote?"

I pointed to the table with the scroll I had started earlier. "I can't prove it with the current equipment I have, so I've been drafting up the needed equipment and processes for proving it."

They all turned to look at where I was pointing.

I added, "It's not done, but you're welcome to read what I have so far."

I was thanked as they went to the table they had called me away from when they entered.

'He called it 'visions?' Really?' I had to ask Sinbad later what he was telling his people about me so I could keep the story straight.

The magician confirmed for the others what I wrote about light bending. There was magic to do that, but not everyone is a magician. I had just invented a way for non-magicians to bend light.

Just wait until I show them a prism that can split light into colors. Or teach them how light is perceived in the eye. Or even better, show them the double slit experiment that proves that light is a particle not just a wave... Did they know light was a wave yet?

"Lady Prophet."

I was pulled out of my thoughts.

"You said this isn't finished and there is plenty of space in this scroll for more, but would you let us take this back to the tower so we can get started?"

I wanted to say 'no.' I was still coming up with things to add to it, but I also knew that holding things back because I wanted to save paper was a fool's game. Besides, I could always add more to it later.

I nodded and they thanked me before making me promise not to leave my bed. They were grateful for this new scroll but not at the expense of my health -they were doctors after all.

And then they left.

It was probably about 5pm if my internal clock was on schedule, so I had about an hour before the next ring of the Bell.

Even if I wasn't a man of my word, I would have lost the motivation to work with my current project taken from me while I was still in the middle of making it.

So, I did the thing I grew up doing when I was bedridden from illness: I looked out the window. From the bed I could only see the tops of the buildings on the other side of the courtyard. The Tower that was just poking in from the left had to be the Black Libra Tower.

The waves in Sindria were calmer yet stronger than those in Balbadd. It was probably due to Sinbad's influence. He brought stability and security to his people. I could understand why so many chose to follow him or ally with him. But I knew where all this would lead. As he obtains more power and influence he will stop being able to see himself from the pedestal that he and everyone else put him on; his greed will make him blind to the wants and needs of others, and like a middle aged parent that isn't ready for their child to leave the nest he will take out his frustration on the world that was moving on without him. When Sinbad dies at the end of the manga, Drakon realizes that they all put too much on Sinbad's shoulders.

To change Fate, I was going to have to make sure I never put him on that pedestal nor rely on him for much. And I was going to have to convince the 8 Generals to do the same -or at least to start pulling more of the weight.

The 6 o'clock Bell came faster than I expected, as well as my dinner not long after. They brought my clean laundry, a sleeping gown, and some other common clothes and things for my convenience.

I would have preferred something much shorter for the night gown since I hate having a lot of extra fabric around my legs when I already have blankets. I was not going to risk being walked in on by doctors or whoever when sleeping naked, so I would make do for now.

There was no way King Sinbad wasn't going to reward me for those scrolls. If it was some kind of treasure I'd sell it and buy a new wardrobe for myself that actually suited me, and if the reward was a request then I would ask that he pay for everything directly.

The light coming in my windows changed, and I watched my 2nd sunset in Sindria.

When Sinbad found this island 10 years ago, he completely terraformed it. He didn't get rid of all of the vegetation that was here, but he did break down one of the sides to allow for easier access by boat. The side he carved out faced northish towards all of the other known countries, so no boat would have a reason to circle the island. It was a decision that would benefit the merchants and make it easier to defend.

It also meant that my windows faced west, so I could watch the Sun set every day. I couldn't help but see that as a blessing and a curse. Sure not getting the sunrise meant I'd need to put more effort into

waking up in the morning but that wasn't the part I was worried about.

See- The thing is... I have synesthesia (having 2 or more senses overlapping). I see sounds, letters, and numbers as colors and textures. I have it mild enough that I can normally block it out so it's not too distracting (thank God because music is a main stim), but sometimes I'll hear something and get overwhelmed by how it looks.

Each letter and number is a color. So every voice can make every color, but language, pitch, tone, and accent all affect the colors and textures I see from a person's voice like a filter. There have definitely been some people that I struggled to give my full attention to when I first met them because I was entranced by how their voice looked. The more I hear a person's voice the more I'm able to move its visuals to the background so I can focus -desensitizing myself to it.

Luckily, Sinbad's voice is normally not so distracting that I stop paying attention. Since it's like a merger of every voice actor I've heard play him (All the characters I had met so far were like this.) I'm already desensitized. The similarities across all of the VAs meant that his voice looked like a sunset -full of deep purples and magentas, and bright reds, peach, and gold, and with a smooth and flowing texture like painting in acrylic with a wet brush -like a painting of the last moments of a sunset.

His voice was as pretty as he was.

I hadn't actually gotten to see or hear him for a whole day. But I'd get to look at his voice's equivalent every day while living under his protection.

It was frustrating to admit -I barely knew him as a real person- yet I couldn't deny that I missed him. I feel asleep watching the sun set.

((I wasn't going to write about my synesthesia, but this is my fanfic and I thought it might be fun to reference the colors peoples voices make when the characters talk. I'm not going to paint every VA and head cannon, but I will describe them as I go. Ja'far's Japanese and English VAs have voices that look very different so finding the middle ground is proving tricky.

Also, anyone who noticed that the purple I see in Sinbad's voice is the same as the purple I've been using for the illustrations and comics is super smart and cool.))

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