#w/ whatever traits the author felt like giving him (usually to make him part of a ship or someone's dad or something)

[lord-squiggletits]

Some of ppl's refusal (or inability) to write IDW OP isn't bc of annoyance or cowardice but just bc they like... don't know his personality? Yknow very "only read MTMTE syndrome" that's so common in this fandom.

Maybe it's bc I'm an IDW OP enjoyer/simp but I really don't get what's hard to write about his personality or why ppl feel the need to throw in continuity soup elements with him (while maintaining every other character in the fic meticulously and lovingly accurate to IDW lore). Like dudes IDW OP is already interesting even if you only need him as a side plot or character you just need to know how to write him.

But I guess people trying to write IDW OP and failing/writing an extremely watered down IDW OP is an improvement from not writing him at all and being annoying hating him in every single public space related (or not related) to Optimus, so it's meh

[thepeakyfckingblinders]

The Whore || John Shelby x reader

⤠ MASTERLIST⤟

Anon requested: “11&19 with John boy? cause I miss him “ (I miss him too, my poor heart aches)

Summary:  n.11 & 19 from prompt list: “Please, please, please” + “I’ll burn this fucking place down” Warnings: swearing, a lot of angst, prostitution, nudity, violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of rape, misogynistic talk, graphic description of signs of physical abuse

Author’s notes:

Behind each one of these works there are sleepless nights and something really close to multiple mental breakdowns, so, please, take a minute to send me a message about it, I need actual feedbacks to understand how to improve my skills and grow ♡

So, this request’s been in my mind for ages, and even though I’m not happy with its final part ‘cause it sucks, I’m literally obsessed with this idea, I love it so much that I’ll probably write a long fic about it, right after Contagio, but it will depend on you babes, because, first and froemost, I need to know what you think about this piece. ⤟ IMPORTANT

Please, if you’re a victim of any kind of abuse, talk to someone who can help you, nobody should go through something like that alone.⤟ IMPORTANT 

I edited the gif and added the text, it’s not an actual scene from the show, but I thought it could be a good idea, a small detail that could be added to my works. What do you think about it? Pls, let me hear your opinions babeees ⤟ 

I’m sorry for being this late, but I’ve been really busy in the past days and writing is never just easy, it demands concentration and effort, plus I don’t want you to be disappointed, so I’m always extra accurate while working. I hope this is worth the wait!

If you want to be added to my tag list, please, directly message me

I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also, please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

ENJOY!

Birmingham was somehow silent that night, John noticed the unusually empty streets around him, as his feisty pace easily led him towards a well-known destination, his confident steps resounding in between the damp walls of those sordid blocks made of innumerable overcrowded flats. The unmistakable stench of stagnant urine viciously permeated his nostrils, soon causing a disgusted expression to taint his angelic face, while he avidly took the umpteenth drag of smoke from his Cuban cigar and finally stopped his unceasing walk in front of the most renowned brothel in the entire city. For about three years by then, day after day, his life had been perilously circling the drain: things had got totally out of hand, fate had pitilessly thrown him into profound despair, giving life to an apparently endless spiral of darkness and desolation, which was gradually corroding his fragile self, brutally strangling him, rapaciously plundering each of his already strained vital breaths. And, nevertheless, it was beyond hard to blame him for such catastrophic outcomes, after all, he’d scarcely survived the battlefield, only to find himself with a handful of nothing, left alone to deal with a dead wife and four children to raise on his own, while his guts crawled with excruciating grief and ravenous acrimony for the whole world, having him develop a tendency to self-destruction that was just as concerning as it was well concealed.  As a matter of fact, in spite of his private hell, he still remained a Shelby, and a Shelby wasn’t meant to be soft, nor weak, none of them could afford to succumb to their affliction, never, not for a moment. They had to be invulnerable. 

Or, at least, they had to look invulnerable, for truth was that John was scared, utterly frightened by all those unmerciful changes.  Deep inside he felt like a hopeless, undefended child, forsaken by God and discarded to wander that grim world without any destination other than death and misery, thus his blood boiled with virulence and venom, having his heart clench with blind wrath and his devastated young soul desperately long for sort of any distorted kind of unattached affection. That was basically the main reason why his bed was incessantly warm, or more accurately, warmer than it had always been before, because, needless to say, John Shelby had actually been an authentic ladies’ man since his first cry. His stunning beauty constantly teemed on everyone’s lips in Birmingham, there was not a single woman in the whole town who hadn’t dreamt of sleeping with him at least once in her life. Therefore, John was more than happy to please them all, literally, welcoming them with wide open arms, even during his past marriage; and, on those rare times when no girl went to knock on his door, he had now grown accustomed to seek relief into whorehouses, rather than sleep alone and become an easy prey for his ferocious demons.

So he eventually ended up dropping his smouldering cigar on the uneven asphalt of the most rundown place in Small Heath, “Le Belle Donne”, an Italian house of tolerance, quite dilapidated and about to fall to pieces, but which often happened to have his favourite prostitutes. Indeed, ever since the Peaky Blinders had defeated and subjugated Sabini’s clan, they’d occupied a prominent position among the country, to the point that several other Italian gangs on their territory, including the Changrettas who owned that brothel in particular, had finally given in to the Shelbys. As a direct consequence, to put it simply, John and all his brothers had, in a very real sense, earned the full right to abuse of whatever business the wops held.

“Hey, man!”  Johnny resonantly barked as he entered the hall, maintaining a pretty intimidating attitude and a menacing look on purpose, in order to strike even greater fear in his newest flunky. “C’mon, show me what you got” That rough order cunningly glided onto his lower lip, immediately followed by his hot tongue, while his famished gaze travelled around the room, examining the face of each harlot standing there with meticulous attention, without however finding something that could come anywhere close to seriously rapture him. Robert Turrini, the whoremaster, was a bizarre bloke, for his physical appearance could be probably described as both disturbing and amusing: his revortingly corpulent stomach wobbled and his short legs dangerously stumbled, when he made haste to stand up and accommodate his toughest client. “Mr. Shelby, what an honour and a pleasure to have you back!” Those sycophant words fled his moist and malodorous mouth, and nonetheless, his stubby fingers inexorably betrayed his true thoughts, since they were either nervously torturing each other or, as only alternative, convulsively running through his greasy, mangy bangs. “Please, sir, follow me, these are for yokels and boozers, nothing to do with gentlemen like yourself” Once again, Turrini’s shrill fawning tone relentlessly grated his ears, making clear reference to the bunch of second-rate whores who could be found at the entrance; thus the lame pimp quickly moved, his hand anxiously beckoning John to tread upon his heels, then headed towards an eerily narrow corridor, so scanty that it was almost impossible to cross, if not walking on the bias. The secret lounge was illuminated only in part by a squalid red light creating a gruesome atmosphere, a dull silence tyrannically reigned into that small space, although you were not alone, but practically glued to another girl; both sitting on a minuscle sofa, your elbows touching, still none of you dared emit a single sound. Everything felt like lead upon your papier-mâché ribcage, that horrible sensation forcing your traumatized brain to involuntarily keep counting the seconds until that heinous burden would’ve potentially staved in your sternum, definitively annihilating your splintered heart. As a result, when the ramshackle door opened and a high-pitched squeak scraped your skin, you really thought to be about to die. Your torturer made his entrance, and right after him, another man came in, yet you couldn’t spot his face, since the peak of his cap designedly casted a mysterious shadow on it. “These two right here, they're real young, real fresh” Robert flaunted his goods along with a nefarious grin, rubbing his soiled paws with evident greed. ��Behold the finest offering of flesh and bone on the market” A sadistic snicker repugnantly accompanied his speech, instantly causing John to frown, visibly disgruntled with the way that man deliberately talked about human beings. Luckily, it was a known fact that the middle Shelby was used to treating his women with all due respect: whether he paid them or not, he always made sure they were comfortable with him and never shrank from giving them some good time as well; therefore, a vexed glare was shot in the direction of his gross interlocutor, before his crystalline eyes briefly fluttered around the place, then bumping into your elegant figure almost at once.

Your bloodstream seemed to benumb on the spot as the stranger’s confident stare entangled yours, his rawboned features being now fully displayed, for he had lifted his chin a little in order to properly look at you, and you only, despite Clarissa’s desperate and petulant attempts to get his attention with malicious smiles and ridiculous pet names. Even though your dazed mind had just been ruthlessly brutalized by the sudden, ablaze assault of his glacial irises, a few moments were enough for you to realize how profoundly different he was from all the low-down rats who usually came through that horrible place.

Each sharp, still somehow delicate, trait of his face was brimming with delicious youthfulness, a less keen eye might have even confounded his freshness with actual naivety, but not yours; you were far too clever to make such a coarse mistake. Furthermore, the midnight-blue posh fabric of the classy suit, remarkably folding his majestic body, left gaunt doubt that he was, in all likelihood, a considerably rich man, which was beyond disorientating you, since the price to pay for some tawdry delight in that brothel was outrageously derisory, to say the least. And ultimately, as much as it killed you to conceive it, he was without question one of the most enchanting men you had ever seen, to the point that you found yourself subconsciously wondering the possible reason why a heavenly creature of his kind would’ve needed to buy a miserable hour of dissembled love. 

“There she is” That malleable murmur, filled with longing and gratification, furtively sidled past John’s roseate mouth, as its corners seductively bent upwards and his gaze persevered in its praiseworthy commitment to scrupulously linger your finest shape in sheer adoration. Lace and organdy sublimely merged on the light crimson negligee you were wearing, your immaculate form appeared as a beguiling paradox into his dilated pupils, being your long legs lecherously left exposed, while every inch of your porcelain skin, from your lean neck to your groin, was painstakingly disguised by that unholy material, dark and inscrutable, albeit thin enough to allow him to glimpse the inviting turgidity of your nipples. His breath shuddered in awe when he went back to contemplate your aphrodisiac facial features, flushed cheeks and plump lips having him ache with desire, and then your doe eyes flooded by melancholy, strangling his soul with no mercy, entrenching into his brains the treacherous conviction that, at the end of the day, he would’ve gladly dilapidated his fortune, if only to venerate you from afar. “Oi, sweetheart!” His low voice finally rumbled within the walls of that small space, overwhelmingly vibrating into your abdomen, while you forced yourself to swallow the painful lump obstructing your throat and stand up, promptly responding to his command, aware as you had become that rebelling against your pitiable destiny would’ve served no purpose at all. Holding your client’s hand behind your back, but keeping your head down during the whole route, you silently guided him up the spiral staircase to the best room in the house, like you had previously been instructed by your pimp. His jacket and hat were quickly hung on the apposite coat-rack, leaving his muscular top covered with just his white shirt and blue vest, an alluring grin was flashed in your direction and you detected a libidinous sparkle in his irises, as he healed the rift between you at a slow pace. “What should I call you, sweetheart?” He knowingly used the same flattering pet name once more, whispering that barely audible question into your ear, for he was now behind you: his large hands laid around your waist, gently making your back and his vigorous chest fit together, while his skilled mouth brushed forthwith against your nape, drawing an ardent contrail of ephemeral pecks up until your jaw. “Just y/n” You gasped in response, the marked contrast between his warmth and your bitter cold body, along with crippling dread eating you alive, caused your scrambled stomach to squirm and your eyelids to distressingly shut into a frown. “Well, that’s a pretty good one, I’m John, by the way” A lovely, yet hinted giggle fleetingly filled your ears together with that little compliment; there was no record of mockery in his tone, though, it simply sounded like he wanted to be nice to you, without any aspiration of personal gain, and you almost blushed, caught off guard and no longer used to any form of kindness. Nevertheless, it was a matter of instants before another wet, long kiss was pressed on your jawline, making you startle with evident apprehension and, at a later time, definitively back away from him, as soon as you sensed his touch abandoning your hips only to climb your sides, till he reached for your nightgown’s collar and his fingers began to fiddle with its round buttons. “No, I’ll do it!” You curtly gave notice, as you temporarily lost control of both your speech and actions, placing your hands above his in order to shrug them off, then turning to face him with short breath, your open palms shielding you. “I got it” A noticeably softer voice supplanted your preceding rudeness once you gradually metabolised how much damage your incautious reaction could’ve done.

“Aye, aye, darling, as you wish” But John just chuckled, tenderly humouring you, while his forearms jokingly lift in surrender to your commands, although, truth be told, your strange behaviour had left him a bit bewildered, well-nigh confused. Carefully moving backwards, he cockily made himself comfortable on the edge of the double bed, sitting right in front of you with splayed legs, his yearning stare never deflecting from you, and started to unbutton his waistcoat along with his shirt and undershirt, until his statuesque torso was completely nude, in all its glory, as the moon transpired through the curtains and shed its faint rays on his every contour, superbly enhancing all of his muscles.

Without reprieve, he ogled up at you in pure adoration, devastatingly astonished afresh by your dazzling beauty, eager to feel your afire flesh around his, literally hanging on your every word or move, while a provocative smirk steadily rippled his lips. Still, he kept questioning why a seraphic vision like you was slowly withering away in that authentic hell on heart, adamantly squandering your blush of youth amidst that rabble of unrestrained putridity. It made absolutely no sense, and he couldn’t get rid of that pernicious thought haunting his mind ever since he had first seen you: you looked nervous, extremely defensive, almost paralyzed with fear; you seemed so different from all the whores he’d had before, hence his instincts, however obfuscated with cupidity, were screaming that something was wrong.  And when he watched you turn your back on him again, so to avoid his penetrating gaze as you reluctantly got undressed, it was enough for him to understand that his execrable hunch was right. Nevertheless, by the time his head managed to eventually reconnect to his mouth, it was already too late, the soft textile of your nightdress ineluctably fell to your feet, leaving you naked under his starving leer.

John choked on his own breath; for the very first time, he felt like a fledgling kid at his earliest experience, no matter if nothing could be further form the truth, in some turbid, cryptic way, you were able to make him vulnerable. His craw went hellishly dry while he continued to gape at you in awe, the sinuous curves of your flawless glutes, the meandering line of your superlatively arched back covered in part by your soft hair, your tensed shoulders and your refined legs, everything about you caused his mind to go entirely black, words stifling in his throat. Yet, as soon as you moved to face him and his sight was blessed with the full view of your voluptuous figure, something altered the light in his cerulean eyes, suddenly making it dark and gloomy. His jaw slightly dropped under the weight of that violent dismay: in conjunction, an obnoxious sense of nausea cruelly shot him in the gut and blind anger virulently assailed him, for your front bust was completely martyrized.

“What the hell...” That unmeant babble died in the gelid air, his shocked orbs demarcating the strokes of your damaged silhouette: your neck and collarbone were horridly plastered with several violet fingerprints, as if someone had mercilessly strangled you over and over, greenish bruises with the shape of full palms circled both your arms, there were conspicuous signs of ligature around your tiny wrists. Worse still, his eyelids had to squeeze a little in order to bring into focus the multiple oxblood dots stigmatizing your soft breasts, until he noticed in horror how those round specks were effectively cigarettes burns; all of the oxygen bluntly withdrew from his lungs, when he dwelled on the multiple blue and black marks barbarically desecrating the protuberances of your ribs. But what irremediably drove him over the edge were the two ghastly scars digging stretched grooves in your lower stomach, in parallel with your bulging pelvic bones and down almost to your livid groin.

Prey of that deleterious humiliation, you observed raw disgust contaminating his features and, with no apparent reason, the dormant hatred you had for yourself began to ferment inside your belly. “I-I’m sorry” you forced yourself to swallow your imminent tears, unexpectedly, the awareness of not being able to please him somehow inflicted more suffering on your mangled soul “If I’m not to your taste, y-you can...” The young man quickly stood up and, before you had the chance to finish your nonsensical sentence, he readily grabbed his shirt, approaching you with dispatch, his cold irises burning with an implausible mixture of fury and concern. “I don’t fucking care right now” His voice was unsteady, rolling down his tongue in fatigued panting, as his hands hastened to wrap his shirt around your shoulders, his trembling fingers struggling to put the buttons through the eyelets  “Who did this to you?” In truth, he was talking to himself rather than with you, noticeable impatience worsening his mad tone, yet you persistently steered clear of his inquiring look, more than determined to keep your mouth shut, forasmuch as your dizzy head was already helplessly spinning, along with your heart rabidly hammering against your sore ribcage. You were having a hard time figuring out what was going on, everything around you was so confused, you didn’t even know whether to trust him or not, you only wanted to close your eyes and forget about that lucid nightmare. “I’m not asking you, for fuck’s sake! Tell me who it was!”  That searing order tersely brought you back to reality and cleared how easily his rash temper could reemerge; indeed, all of a sudden, no trace was left of that kind, cheerful boy who earlier that night had succeeded in making you genuinely blush, on the contrary, when he cupped your cheeks and vehemently shook you, in a desperate effort to get your attention, his rough, authoritative command unbendingly hit you, and the sweet child within him ended up being thoroughly smothered by the scary, ruthless gangster that he truly was. That unforeseen contact had your feet automatically stagger backwards, your eyes fell to your tiptoes and your teeth started skewering your lower lip, while your exhausted brain resorted to its last ounce of strength, thereby obligating you to spit out a bit of your sorrow. “Three months ago, the man I once called father sold me to settle one of his debts with the Italians” Your thorax seemed to shrink to the point of absurdity once you became aware that it was essentially the first time you allowed yourself to say it all out loud. However, the presence of that compassionate stranger still represented for you a substantial barrier to surmount, leading your unquiet glance to franticly move from the grime on the floor, to the broken window on your left, anywhere, but never daring to meet his. “ I tried to run away, I swear I did, but they always caught me and-” 

A large knot callously plugged the bottom of your palate, causing you to hesitate for a minute, gently rubbing your own arms, in attempt to comfort yourself . “Robert has a short fuse, he g-gets pretty brutal when you don’t cooperate” Those disenchanted considerations carried an involuntary grin, it was nothing more than a spasm, but hid the unmistakable sign of an imminent cry, and John’s attentive irises certainly did not let it go unnoticed, yet he chose to stay quiet, because the last thing he would’ve wanted in that crucial moment was to scare you even more. “He beat me to death, each time harder than the time before, and then he let those men-... He-e kept me tied to that bed for days to teach me a lesson” Copious tears were now unremittingly streaming down your flushed face, your heart aching with raw affliction, preventing you from breathing properly, one of your palms instinctively went to cover the space between your breasts, in a vain whirl to ease that excruciating grief. “Oh, God” John simply sighed, he was precariously theetering on the verge of tears as well, thick veins untamedly pumped in the proximity of his temples, till his solid shape ruinously keeled over the longest side of the bed, his elbows piercing his own thighs, as he hid behind his clenched fists and finally permitted himself to indulge a couple of muffled sobs. Innumerable atrocities had clouded his eyes and soul during his brief life, he himself was capable of unspeakable acts of cruelty, still, that was absolutely intolerable, hearing your story was taking a terrible toll on him. Try as he might, he couldn’t conceive how somebody could have been so hopelessly evil, to abuse in such a heinous way a defenseless creature as pure as you were. That thought was irretrievably disturbing him, rancorously eroding his bowels, almost depriving him of his sanity.

“U-until I stopped fighting them”  Your last, indescribably anguished whisper struck the fatal blow, it unrelentingly plunged into his chest, sending an unbearable jolt of pain through his poisoned veins. For a brief instant, his expression, together with yours, harshly turned into a mask made of neat despair, as if your synapsis had been ravelled and both of you were enduring the exact same ache, at the exact same moment.

“I’ll fucking kill him!” Then, all at once, something apopletic inside him violently detonated, he berserkly stood up, roughly tripping over the beside table and everything placed on it. “Fucking kill that filthy bastard with my own two hands, bloody hell!” His hoarse yells made your bruised skin cringe and his furious steps covered the whole length of the room in the space of a scant minute; he was literally seething with murderous fits of rage, teeth grinding with irrepressible choler. “No!” your desperate voice erupted afresh and you hurried to reach for him, your hands unconsciously enveloping his cheekbones “Please, please, John, please, stop!” For the first time, his name slipped out of your aching throat in between those pathetic pleads, your wrists forced him to look at you, in attempt to dissuade him from his homicidal purposes; the mere thought of the potential disastrous consequences to his calamitous ire totally asphyxiated you, rampant panic assaulted your frail mind and, soon after, you found yourself hyperventilating and simultaneously rambling a bunch of incoherent words, your fingers gradually tightening their grip on him. “He’s gonna get so angry at me, he’s gonna- he-he’s...” “I’m a fucking Shelby, he does not draw a damn breath unless I say so” He firmly grabbed your chin with just two of his fingers, guiding your depleted pupils to entirely focus on his confident stare, and he growled that undisputable fact a span away from your nose. Petrified by that new awareness, you fell utterly silent, only gawking in his direction, while he put his undershirt back on with ease and rapidly grasped his cap. “Just stay here, do you hear me? Don’t move until I come back” An incandescent kiss was impulsively pressed to your forehead, no other words were spent, before he disappeared behind the door of your private hell. When your persecutor saw his special guest unyieldingly storming towards his desk with a truculent expression exuding fervent disappointment, he jumped on his feet, ready to find a solution to whatever problem had possibly arisen; one thing was sure, he never would’ve guessed what was about to happen. “Mr. Shelby, what’s wron-” John’s fist savagely collided with his jaw, nipping his cloying speech in the bud, without giving Turrini a second to process what was going on, another punch pitilessly smote him, and then another one, and then another, until hot, plenteous blood gushed from his multiple wounds. “You son of a bitch”   Animalistic groans left his rabid maws, sheer hate rushing through his brains, as he violently tossed him to the ground, immediately beginning to kick his torso with all of his brute force. “Mercy! I beg of you, sir, have mercy!” His victim’s prayers and harrowing screams barely titillated his ears, everything he could think about was your tragically marred body, hence an unbridled desire to give him a taste of his own medicine completely took over. “Where was your mercy when you were torturing her?”  Expertely holding his hat in the most efficient way, in a fury, John went down on his sacrificial lamb, promptly disfiguring just one side of his face, in order to take a quite theatrical pause from his wicked work.

“When she was imploring you to stop?”  Robert was now crying out loud, overwhelmed by that merciless agony, reduced to just invoke the glacial scynt of death, since nothing in his entire miserable existence had ever caused him more intense pain, than the coarse perception of a finely sharpened razorblade brutishly lacerating his flesh once more, inch by inch.

“Now bend your ear to this” despite his wrenching laments, John rudely lift him up by seizing the blood stained collar of his jacket “if anyone else but me goes near her fucking room again, I’ll burn this fucking place down!” And with that first, deadly threat the pimp’s head was brutally slammed into the wall, an umpteenth whine of contrition escaping his mouth filled with blood, nevertheless, no time was left for redemption.

“You lay a finger on her again” his skull was doggedly crashed into the bricks once again, a crimson spatter smeared the pale plaster covering them “I will break your neck” John’s knuckles clasped, having his red right hand effectively strenghten its hold on his neck, nearly killing him on the spot. However, fortunately for the whoremaster, Johnny would’ve not put an end to his sufferings, nor he could've simply taken you away, deep inside, he knew he needed to discuss it with his family, first and foremost, with Thomas, for the unstable equilibrium reached by the Peaky Blinder was far too fragile to start a new war against the Italians. Thus, with great difficulty, he forced himself to keep his mind clear and put a lid on his beastly instinct. “From now on, no one of you dirty swines is allowed to even look at her”  Throwing him to the floor, the middle Shelby delivered one last kick straight to his fat abdomen, and disrespectfully spit on him, marking with his salt slaver the end of his brutalized prey’s calvary. “By order of the Peaky Blinders”   As soon as the crackling door snapped open, your heart seemed to explode, your eyelids bolted with pure fear, whilst you pulled your knees closer to your clavicles, an ancient prayer lingering your lips together with heavy breaths, as you prepared for the worst. But the worst never came. “Y/n, hey, calm down. It’s all right” John’s husky voice echoed in your ears, and, you could’ve sworn it, that was, without the slightest doubt, the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Your head abruptly tilted in his direction, an oxymoric mixture of fear and hope twinkling into your watery irises, deep pants still rocking your tiny self. “It’s me, it’s just me” Keeping his arms up to indicate his innocuous purpose, he carefully approached you. Almost immediately, you noticed the several scarlet handprints staining his pale top, eloquent sign that he had tried to wipe his palms on that ivory material as best as he could. Yet, you were so profoundly relieved to see his friendly face, that, to be honest, the sight of fresh blood didn’t upset you at all. It was like you had fallen into a fugue state, every single thing around you was so distant, your numb senses were only able to concentrate on John’s lean silhouette kneeling in front of you. “ No one will hurt you anymore, darling” his hands gently went to caress your thighs, while his worried gaze tirelessly sought yours and he spoke those soft, reassuring words “You need to trust me”. And you did want to put all of your faith in that young man. His delicate flair easily awakened you from that ostensible slumber, building a rousing fire inside your belly; without a thought about your unforeseen actions, you threw your arms around his strong neck, your knees producing a dry sound as they collided with the wooden pavement, still you didn’t care and you held him tight, letting out loud cries and drowning into his muscular chest, finally revelling in the feeling of that warm embrace. Soon, he entangled his callous fingers with your velvety locks, subconsciously narrowing his solid shoulders, as to shield your frangible figure from the outside world. “I'll get you out of here soon, I promise”

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[channydraws]

Fell!bro and Diamond 2~

Some time has gone by after the first encounter of the Boss Monster Prince and a human who fools other monsters into believing she herself is a monster. Walking around the underground for mainly on a whim or perhaps a purpose with the prince. Asriel stopped their movements in front of a ruined statue and turned to the human girl wearing a headband with fake red little horns on it. With his eyes narrow as he looks upon her and spoke up with his usual strict tone.

“We are resting here. Make yourself useful and get some rocks here and put them around in a circle.”

The human known as Diamond nods her head but couldn't help but softly ask him a question. “W-why? If we are making our campsite here shouldn't I get wood as well?”

He took a single step towards her as if bringing his authority. “Idiot! My fire is not weak like normal fire. It is magic!”

He stares at her as she looked a little nervous by the tone he was giving her. His eyes rolled as he let out a small sigh. “If you feel like you need something flammable. Then you may do so.”

He crosses his arms as he watches the human look around the area for the objects. Gathering a bunch of rocks and placing them in a circle. As for the flammable materials that was much less successful more so how the prince prevented her from leaving the area as he says it's too dangerous to go out there for such useless things. With the rocks set up perfectly as he instructed he throws a large fireball at the center. The fire filled the entire center as it kept lit without much support and the flame giving off great heat that the human couldn't feel much of a chill in the area they were in.

The two of them sit down on the floor while also being on the opposites sides of the flame. The moment between them was really quiet and Diamond felt a bit awkward with this kind of silence. For the most part, they were walking place to place having something to do along with going into her sketchbook to doodle. But right now it's all quiet save for the dripping of droplets falling onto the broken statue and the crackling of the magical fire. The prince looking at the fire intensely and keeping any hint of him making any noise at a minimum. Diamond looks to the ruined statue, it gave the impression of being very old with all of its cracks and dents. It even seems like some of the damage wasn't actually caused by natural reasoning. She couldn't help but wonder about it and decided to speak up.

“Asriel?”

“What?”

Diamond points at the statue perhaps to help the goat take notice of it. “Can you tell me anything about this statue we're in front of?”

The Boss monster looked up to the girl through the flames and took notice of her arm. Those intense red eyes following her arm to where her hand was pointing at and saw the statue. “...”

Asriel was silent for a time and this time it was a little worrying as Diamond saw his eyes widen slightly. “Asriel?”

Asriel shook his head and went back looking at her through the fire with his composure restored. “Why would you want to know about some stupid statue?”

The human scratched her cheek gently as she was a little nervous that she may have asked the wrong question or maybe she was nervous with him in general.”W-well, we are not doing anything and well... you are the prince of the underground. I thought maybe you would be... Y-you would be a little knowledgeable about many things here.”

“Everything...” He said softly but it was enough for the human to hear.

“...Everything?” She asked with a curious tone

“Everything!”

Diamond lean a little back from his sudden outburst.

“...I know everything. At least everything that can be learned down here. If you really want to know idiot. Then I'll speak my mind about it.” Asriel said as his tone went back to the norm while his eyes kept on her. He saw her nod her head as she held her sketchbook with her free arm.

“I-If you don't mind. I would love to listen to what you have to say.”

“...” He lets out a soft sigh. “From what I've heard was from rumors and legends. Nothing is set in stone beside one thing. The monsters down here used to like the statue as they are the ones who made it.”

“Used too?” She asked wondering what could have happened and surely the prince could tell her the answer.

“Yes, used too. It was before I was born and the first few years the monsters had reach waterfall. Something about an idiot Boss Monster showing kindness. Even if the humans were not so happy with them as they thought it had taken their child. The parents attack and beat the monster to help their child until the child finally got them to stop. The child thank the monster by giving it a music box that is inside the statue. Some have said that if the water stops pouring on it it will play. Guess it's not really resistant. Anyways, that's not important. This kind of thing shown that monsters and humans can co-exist. Heh, for a short time until the humans brutally attack us. Shown us no mercy and thrown us down here with their seven most powerful sorcerers creating the barrier. Something where the only way to pass it is having both a human and monster SOUL or using what equals to seven humans SOULs to destroy it.”

“Happy, I gave you a little more than what you asked for?”

Diamond places one of her fingers to her lips as she thought about it and then another question pop into her mind. “T-thank you... B-but... um... W-why did the monsters make the statue In the first place if humans attacked and put you all down here?”

It took a moment for the prince to answer this question but he came up with a short and simple answer.“...Because of hope.”

“...Hope...?”

“Yes, Hope. Monsters still believe at that time we can still co-exist. That humans wasn't really THAT bad or some nonsense like that. That is why they made the statue. To show and express that hope. Even if the parents of the child attack the boss monster. The humans did learn that the monster was peaceful, that they meant no harm but wanted to help the child as it was raining and alone. They bought the child home as it kept them both dried with an umbrella, he gets attacked, humans forgive him because of the child, the child gives him a stupid music box. The end.”

“Asriel... What happened then?”

“Hope started to fade. Time goes by. Hour after hour, Day after day, week after week, years AFTER years. Even after the monsters had made to new home. Being unable to see the Sun, the sky... all of the things they have seen with humans was gone. They started to think they won't ever make it out and the monsters began to suffer a strangeness to their SOULs. As their hope died so too the other traits of what made up their SOULs. Their flames for Love and compassion were dying out. That in order to survive you have to be strong like the humans and be as brutal as the humans that thrown them down here. Monsters started to think of this one question, that sometimes...”

“... Is kindness really enough? A question that was never answered. A question nobody could answer as their SOULs went through this strange change. It was then my parents ruled more with an iron fist and just like that. The underground changed from that day. The underground that I will be born in and believe for all of my life was how it was. In the end, the monsters lamented the statue and start beating it down. Course, it wasn't long for them to just simply abandon it and allow the water to drip on it.”

He gave a loud huff. “Like the idiots that they are. In the next room, they kept a bunch of umbrellas knowing the statue can still hold it to save it from the rain. Whatever, nobody cares about it anymore. You may now speak human.”

He stared at her as she looked speechless. Maybe he said too much to allow her to process or maybe she is running through a lot of emotions. He allowed her to give herself some time.

“....”

“....Hmm?”

“Asriel, I don't know what to say.”

“Don't say anything idiot.”

“Hmm...So, you mention about the tal-”

Asriel suddenly sharply interrupted her. “Do not ask about!”

She let out a yelp as if she was worried that she hit a rough spot. She was wondering why he spoke ill about the tale the monsters speak of about him and this first fallen child. Maybe she could cheer him up? He looked at the statue pretty intensely. Maybe if she had the music box play that would cheer him up! All she needs to do is grab an umbrella. But as she was getting up he questioned her.

“What are you doing?”

Diamond seemed a little nervous that her idea could be put to end right now. She couldn't let that happen. She had to come up with an excuse. “U-umm, I have to... Uh... I need to... um... do something really quickly!”

“...and how far will you be?”

“....J-just the other room! I just... it's personal...!”

The prince stared at her as he thinks about her words. “...Just make it quick.”

She blushed slightly as her eyes watch the prince looking back to the fire. Whatever he thought about was helpful enough to get him to believe her. Diamond didn't like telling a lie but if it's to help someone then it's okay right? Right!

Carefully the human goes to the next room and her eyes easily took notice of the umbrella that was inside a bucket waiting for someone to pick it up and use them. Strangely there was a blank sign next to it as if someone didn't really want to write it in the first place. With the umbrella in hand, she softly enters back in the statue room. Looking at the goat who did not hear her enter back. She quietly went to the statue and trying to think of where the umbrella goes until she noticed there was a way for it to hold onto the umbrella. As she tries to fiddle with it to get it to fit. The noises she was making got the goat's attention.

“You're back- HEY what are you doing?!” His red eyes widen as she sharply stood up.

The human girl let out a little yelp and as her hand slip downward the umbrella actually went into the hand making it seem like the statue was covering itself from the rain and then as no rain no longer pours upon it. There was a sound. It sounded like a music box was playing inside the statue. As she turned back towards the prince she could see the widen eyes staring it as his ears hears the tune.

“Asriel... I'm sorry, I just thought if I give the statue an umbrella and-”

“Stop.”

She blinks a bit. It was strange how he said it. It was an order and yet she didn't hear that authorization tone of his. It was like his voice was hinting he was getting a little softer on his approach as small as it could be. It was something different coming from him.

“...Fine, if you want to know so badly. Take your seat.”

Diamond stared at him as she was caught off by his word.

“...W-Wait, I...”

“Do you not want to hear what I have to say. If you want me to answer why I called that tale deceitful. You have this chance. I will tell you that and everything else. That is what one does in a campfire... Tell stories. That is what a friendly human told me when I was a flower.”

“...A flower?”

“Diamond. Just sit down.”

The fact he said her name properly and not even calling her an idiot was itself surprising to her. Maybe what she did really helped cheer him up. If he really wants to share she would be happy to listen. She nods her head and sits down where she was before. On the opposite side of him, able to look at him through the fire that was between them.

Asriel started speaking as she took notice of the Human sitting across from.

“It all started when I met the first fallen human, Chara. During this time I was more strict as to put it and the only reason I bought them back to me was because I felt bad for them. Seeing how weak and worthless they seemed, if I let anyone attack them it would make me look bad since I was the one that found them. To skip much ahead my parents decided to keep them after knowing I have bought them back. Seeing their son and a human child becoming friends. It... It did something to their hearts. I think it was that they saw hope again. Their SOULs warming back and that's when what I thought was life from how I was born began to change. Then they told the people and it was then everything I knew had changed... to what it was supposed to be with the monsters. I just... couldn't think that though. It was... It wasn't how I was raised with everyone being so nice, so happy and filled with hope. They were acting so strange but really... they were becoming themselves again at least. At least close to it.”

The prince took a pause as he contemplates his thoughts as he goes back into what he remembers what had happened in the several timelines he experienced. All of those timelines he remembers every single thing he has done. The good and the bad.

“My parents made this Chara out to be like a new family member. It was... I handle it not too well and yet I. Gotten close to them in a different way. I didn't think of them as my sibling but part of me as time went by. Thought of them... her... as something more. I just couldn't really show in the best of ways even when we- ignore that. Anyways, we came to the statue and I wanted to show her this place with her finding an umbrella and doing what you did. That is how I found out about the music box in the first place. It was a... strong memory. We each give each other a heart locket. I had my own way of giving her one. Then...”

“...I don't know. I guess she heard all the suffering my people were under and wanted to be free. That she wanted to help them and came up with a plan. I decline. But, yet she was so damn DETERMINED that behind my back she ate those damn buttercups! I suppose there was a sign after she 'mistakenly' made pie with that stuff which got my father deathly sick. So, I followed the plan as if I was obliged too. If she really wanted to help my people...and with her I just-...”

Asriel closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. “...Nevermind. Anyways, I absorbed her SOUL and felt a sudden rage overcome me as if I knew her pain. That the human above the surface had done awful things to her. With our form I went up to their surface, taking her body with me as she wanted me too. Upon going to the center of the village and placing her empty body on the field of golden flowers. I allow myself to gather our full power to wipe these foolish humans away to payback in kind for what cruel action they had taken upon her. But, she stopped me and I allow myself to be attacked by their weapons. She wanted to free the monsters and yet how I was about to do it wasn't how she wanted things to go. At least, that is what I assumed. I picked up her body and got mortally wounded. I got back home where I died in front of my parents in my father's garden.”

“Unfortunately, this set a trigger. My mother and father's hope had once again been crushed and each one taking it in a different way. Mother became heartbroken while father's rage consumed him. Spreading this crushed hope to the other monsters and enable them to kill any human that falls down here. The monsters didn't just revert back to the way I knew them, now they had a reason to be as cruel with their slightest hope being to where they need to kill humans to use their SOULs to escape. Now here's the part on why I call this tale you have heard is deceitful. Father made up parts that he couldn't fill in. Saying I absorb her SOUL because it was an act to fulfill her dreams of returning back home. That I was showing great kindness that I didn't kill them only to be betrayed by them. They attacked me and that I still wouldn't attack them even with the great power we had. When it was far from it. I'm not an ideal hero, some kind of compassionate creature during then. I just went up there aiming to kill and I was stopped. Saving my people from the barrier and all that was secondary.”

He lets out a soft sigh.

“It doesn't matter. Because after I died I came back because of the Royal scientist and her toying of DETERMINATION. As soon I realized what has happened, what I had become I was filled with only one thing. Rage. I killed her and everyone else. I did not care who. I wanted everyone to die. Then, after I killed them all I wanted to escape that mortal coil and I did. Strangely something primal took a hold of me. That inside me all I could think of was 'I didn't want to die' and then I woke up. I found out that I could come back as long I had the determination to live I could go back to my 'Savepoint'. Every time I killed everyone I would reset and kill them again, and again, and again, and again!”

With a small paused he continued.

“And then with each reset after I started to think. Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this to my people and family? Why am I making them suffer? Each reset I feel myself calming down and being more reasonable... Disliking the pain I was inflicting upon everyone. It wouldn't take many repeats left until I stopped with the thoughts about instead of suffering and killing I would try to... help. It prove more difficult and at times it would bring me that same pain or even dying. These monsters don't take kindness fully as they think it's a trick. It takes time or something to really convince them that it is genuine. I would then stop my resetting and decided to halt everything I was doing. Keeping myself where Chara's body has been laid to rest thanks to my mother. I changed my name to Flowey the Flower because I felt ashamed of my actions... Then, after some time a human fallen onto the pile of golden flowers. She... She looked quite alike Chara and yet they weren't. I greeted them and as I was making introductions and explain things. My mother threw a fireball at me and bought them away calming she was protecting them. She really meant good but... She was overprotective due to what happened. Anyways I would be able to reunite with the human and I told her I would help them by traveling with her.”

“We went on our adventure, meet some people, the human actually able to open up those monster's SOULs and at the end. I took it upon myself to end all of this suffering by absorbing all of the Human Souls and monsters that had gathered. But, I was going way too much and she knew that. She stood her ground even with everything I tried until she helped me open my eyes up. I use the SOULs to simply break the barrier and allowed Frisk to continue on their own with everyone. I felt a little guilty but I was glad that everyone was going to be happy again even if I'm stuck as a flower and I cannot face everyone. Yet the human... Frisk came back to the end of the ruins. Saw me before I was back as a flower. She approached me with a gentle and warm smile. She seemed a bit worried by the look of the expression I was making. We had a nice time together during our adventure. We knew each other more and more. I told her my story and explain who I was before the end. I... I felt I had held the same feeling for her as I did Chara. Then she places her gentle soft hand onto my cheek and-”

The prince stopped himself as he blushed deeply as he didn't want to keep speaking of what came after. Shaking his head to get the thought out of his head.

“Anyways to make the next part short. The timeline reset, the human was different, Chara revealed themselves and told me that everything that they were when we first met was all a lie. That they wanted everything to come to that moment so they can gain immense power to erase everything. I tried to stop them and... Stuff happened. Now, I am here with you.”

His eyes closed as he lets out a sigh. “There, I told you what you needed to know and more as I did not want you left with too many questions. You know more about me and how awful of a creature I am. So, if you want to leave me you can. I would not blame you.”

Diamond stared at him for a bit trying to gather everything he has said. Should she really just leave him because of what he has done or...

The prince did not open his eyes but he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer to him. He believed she was going to take this moment to leave him and then he will be alone. Which would be okay as he is prepared for it. Then his eyes open as he felt something unexpected as he felt a gentle hand onto his head. He looks up as he saw the smiling human-looking downwards towards him. Then the sound of her gentle caring voice can be heard.

“I know the actions you've done m-may never leave you and be forgiven. B-but, you been doing better as a person. I-I mean I saw it myself when you didn't kill those guards and planned not to. Y-you went out of your own way to help me even when you didn't know me so well. I think that deep down you are a really nice person. You are just.... a little complicated about it.” She said with a nervous giggle.

“....”

He seems a bit quiet and a slight blush came to his face. Suddenly he pushes her hand away. “Y-yeah, yeah! J-just don't get all weird on me.”

Diamond saw him give a little embarrassed pout and kept a small smile on her face and turn her head back to where she was sitting until Asriel stopped her. “If you want to sit next time me... I'll allow it this time. Got it, idiot!”

Her eyes blink as she looks to him while being a bit surprised about this development. She couldn't help but have her smile widen as she sits next to him. “O-okay, if you really don't mind.”

“Idiot! I said you can... Or do you want me to say I changed my mind!”

“N-no, no! It's fine...”

“...Hmm...” His eyes looked upon her sketchbook.

“...Y-yes, Asriel?”

“You said you draw right?”

She nods her head. “That's right.”

He reaches his paw towards it. “Let me see what you've made.”

“W-what! W-wait, no.. I-I cannot allow that!” She said with a soft blush coming to her face.

“Why not?! I just want to see what you've made. I made a few drawings when I was younger!”

“...I just cannot show you anything! I-I'm not good and it's embarrassing!”

“...I don't care how you did! I just want to see, you idiot!!”

“I'm not going to show you! Its r-really is embarrassing!”

“I will see what's inside!”

and thus another time with the Boss Monster and the human trying to disguise herself as a monster had passed. With this one ending with the fight overseeing what's in her sketchbook. The prince may just be a little bit too curious. In all, it was a good night as the two got a little more used to each other.

THE END.

[franceslittlenightmare]

 S T A I R W A Y T O H E A V E N.

: — ;Solo # 4 — ; Mid October Two Thousand Ninteen — ;Trigger warning: Mentions of an Eating Disorder — ; Song: Stairway To Heaven By Led Zepplin

— ; Admin Notes: This is Elsa’s current state. After our Royal Pains hiatus I figured we all needed starting points and explanations for our character’s absence. So, Elsa went to treatment for her ED from September to early November. She’s finally returned and basically is trying to get her life back on track. Her personality is still very much the same.

❝There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway to heaven There's a sign on the wall But she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings In a tree by the brook There's a songbird who sings Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiving Ooh, it makes me wonder.❞ Elsa Grimaldi drew in a deep breath of air, pausing for a moment before exhaling. It had only been an hour since she was checked in but time was dragging by. Each excruciating minute after the next burned her up inside. It felt like a fire was raging itself through her body, destroying whatever stood in its path. Since arriving at the Eating Disorders clinic Elsa couldn't help but to notice how everyone kept acting like she was at some world star resort. All of the employees hid the depressing atmosphere with painted on smiles and matching lilac colored outfits, as if they weren't here to watch people literally kill themselves. At the Estate her absence was announced as a "retreat" which pissed the girl off even more. While her self confidence was low and she hated what she saw in the mirror, Elsa was never embarrassed of her Anorexia. It was very much part of herself, ingrained in every essence of her being. So, sugar coating the fact that she was dying infuriated the girl. The disease was a long time best friend, a trait in her personality, she was protective over the thing that had been destroying her body for the last five years. The first weigh in however, was absolutely modifying. As the petite princess entered the sterile white doctors office the smell of alcohol and bleach invaded her senses. The faint smell of the lavender plant in the window made her laugh internally, as if they could cover up the smell of sickness. As the girl was instructed to drop her white robe by a man with a friendly smile she couldn't help but to internally panic. It was something Elsa Grimaldi would never admit but, she was filled with an overwhelming anxiety about stripping off in front of anyone. Outwardly she gave off a confident, almost cocky, persona. But, that was a front, on the inside she was about as small and as fragile as one could be. The only man who had ever seen her fully naked was her ex, Ashton Deutch, and that took a lot of courage. So, the girl could feel the tears that began to prick at her white chocolate orbs. She slowly untied the wrap that held the robe to her small frame. Then, she dropped the piece of clothing. Why did it have to be a man? "Alright Ms.Grimaldi, go ahead and step up onto that scale right there. Once it beeps just hop off, put the robe on and head over to room 203." The man spoke kindly but rather monotone as he went through the motions, staring down at his clipboard. Elsa couldn't look back at him though, she was frozen in fear. This was exactly what she was afraid of, standing on the scale stark naked as she confronted exactly what she was terrified of, herself. Tears begun to fall over her hollowed cheeks as she stood there, staring down at the sleek glass scale, listening to it taunt her. "Is everything alright? I can get a female nurse over here if that's what would make you comfortable-" the man continued, interrupted by the soft voice of Elsa, a contrast to her usual direct tone. “No, I- I’m fine. Just, um.. just one moment please.” She trailed off, her arms wrapped around the thin frame of skin and bones that held her up and barley kept her heart beating. The French girl drew in another deep breath, trying to find the courage to step on the scale. Getting on it meant starting recovery. It meant acknowledging that she was sick. It meant coming to terms with the fact that she was dying. Getting on that scale meant so many things Elsa was afraid to come face. “I promise everything is going to be alright.” The voice spoke out again, softer than before. Elsa nodded once, long locks of chocolate colored hair falling in front of her face as she glanced down to watch her step. Slowly, she stood on the scale, her eyes shutting as she willed her mind to take her away from this current moment. After a few unbearable seconds the man thanked her and handed Elsa back her robe. The initial evaluation wasn’t good, she knew that. Prior to the weigh-in her vitals were also checked and various other minor things. She knew the results were bad just from looking at his expression. Quickly, she dressed again and dipped out of the room to find where she would be staying for the next to weeks before the male nurse could say anything further. After settling into her room, or more like pacing around, Elsa was summoned to a house meeting to hear the rules. Then, it was dinner time. She dreaded it, absolutely despised meal times with every single fiber of her being. Elsa Grimaldi had an addictive personality. When it came to liquor, shopping, men see it once and she was hooked. As a small child Elsa remembered the first Audrey Hepburn movie she watched, then rewatched twenty six times that month- Roman Holiday. It was a movie about a young princess who yearns to experience a normal life and ends up escaping and finding love in an ordinary man. Something about that movie called out to her. Her addictive personality only grew more intense with age. She continued to latch onto and devour the same obsessions. That is until she came face to face with her eating disorder. Food became her newest addiction, the rush and control she felt. But, as the years went on her eating disorder began to control her and run Elsa’s life. So, as she sat in the chair, petite frame rigid and small as she stared down at the plate of food. It started with something small for her first day, tomato soup. Every patient had a specialized meal plan along with their overall treatment plan. Tomato soup was a staple in her diet back in France. So, while the familiarity was comforting it only annoyed the girl more. Slowly, she lifted her spoon, dipping it into the vivid red liquid as she began to stir absentmindedly. The Parisian woman noted how the liquid reminded her of blood, undeniably so. “Elsa-“ The voice broke her out of the trance she was in. “A bite, just one.” The voice repeated, an older female counselor. “I promise you, the road to recovery starts with one bite. I know it’s incredibly difficult, but remember why you’re here, your baby boy.” The girl hated that, she despised it. They used her son as leverage. But, she couldn’t quite be mad. Using the baby as a way to save her life wasn’t exactly criminal. Elsa promised the infant, or promised herself, that she was going to be around to watch Grayson grow up. She would be the mother she never had and unconditionally and fiercely protect the child she had carried and loved for nine months. It wasn’t like the Parisian girl to grow attached to another person. Her deepest longest bonds had been with her brother, her own father and the father of her child. They were all complex, one of those relationships being deemed as toxic by her therapist. Another body she had developed recently was with a man of authority, an Italian man she had no businesses even talking to. Yet, all of her dynamics with men were complicated and took a toll on the girl. So, she wanted to get it right with Grayson, her child. With a deep heaving sigh Elsa lifted up her spoon. Her hand shook slightly as she held the utensil up to her plumped lips. With big Bambi like eyes she glanced up at the personal therapist on her case, the friendly woman giving her a reassuring smile as she nodded once. Carefully, she inched the spoon closer to her mouth, quickly slipping on the red liquid and then pulling the spoon back once more. “Good, that’s good Elsa. Progress is important. Yesterday you were almost in Kidney failure. Today, you’re out of bed and participating. I’m proud of you-“ the woman chided with a friendly smile, gently patting Elsa’s frail shoulder as she stood up to fetch the woman a glass of water and her medicine for the meal; antidepressants and vitamins. As Elsa processed everything she caught her reflection in the spoon. Her wide eyed staring back at her, empty and scared. She didn’t realize what she looked like. She was no longer the fiery woman who hid behind insults, attitude and an ice wall. Her defenses had been stripped down and she was Elsa, that little vulnerable French girl. For the second time that day her eyes began to well up with tears. Silently, she let them fall, holding the spoon as she watched tears adorn her cheeks. She truly saw herself, the person she used to recognize. This was the start of something, Elsa thought to herself. a faint smile dancing across her tired features as she dipped the spoon back into the soup, taking another cautious bite as she began to eat.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #222

“hold your breath, my dear, we’re going under.”

Have you ever kicked a vending machine? No. Have you ever stayed online for a long time waiting for someone? Ha ha, yeah... I did that for Mini a lot when I was younger. Would you survive in prison? I can almost guarantee I'd find a way to kill myself, no. What is your favorite condiment to go with french fries? Probably ketchup. What do you have a habit of doing when engaging in a conversation with someone? Obsess over if I'm making eye contact correctly. Like the WHOLE time I will be thinking about it. Have you ever lost a pet in a tragic way? How did you cope? I had a lot of childhood cats run over, and that was always hard to see. As for coping, I just... did. What else do you do. Do you have a favorite classical composer? No. Mini skirts, slutty or stylish? Um, what you wear doesn't determine whether or not you're "slutty." They don't bother me. Do you like a partner who is clean cut or rugged? A mix. Pale or tan, which would you rather be? I like pale skin, I just don't like the texture of mine. The negative of pale skin is the fact you can see flaws more clearly. Is walking cats strange? (like walking dogs) No. What about kids on leashes? What do you think about that? That shit is wild. Teach your children better, or keep them in your sights at all times if they have some kind of condition that makes it challenging to teach them properly. How many piercings have you had, BESIDES ears, no one cares. Two. New tats in your near future? Whenever I myself have the money, my next tattoo appointment will be to enhance my Mark tribute one to better the galaxy texture. I love the guy who's done my tats so far, but there are better out there, and I don't feel he achieved my vision. This tattoo is WILD important to me; it has to be perfect. After that, a "new" tattoo probably won't happen until I have a job or I'm gifted money. How about piercings or re-piercings? "In the near future" is the criteria I'm guessing is still relevant? It depends on how quickly I lose enough weight for my collarbones to be clearly prominent to get dermals. I've been fucking stagnated for a year, though, so I don't know when the hell that's happening... Who would you like to hang out with? There's a lot of old friends and acquaintances that fit this. Next new thing you are wanting to try! Idk. Some sort of job I can actually accomplish. Would you ever visit a psychic medium? Definitely not; I don't believe they're legit. Are some days a waste of makeup? Um so idk if you know, author, but people wear makeup for their own satisfaction. If it makes you feel beautiful, then hell no it's not a waste. Do you watch any beauty gurus on YouTube? Okay I fucking adore Jeffree Star y'all. He's a goddamn Mood and inspirational as ALL hell in terms of his determination, work ethic, and open-mindedness. I watch everything he uploads ever, even though I'm not really interested in makeup. It's cool to watch though; it's an art to me. Do you have a PillowPet? No, but omfg. One of my favorite Christmas memories ever is the night my niece, when she was around two or so, was given one (or something like it?) the night before, we turned the lights out, and lit it up so the colorful stars were all over the room. She was absolutely marveling over it. That was the same night my sister revealed she was pregnant with my nephew, actually. That was a great night. Actually felt like a family. Do you have sleep paralysis? Thank FUCK no. Have you ever wanted an ex back, but found out they were dating someone? I've talked about Jason and Ashley before. God that was a bad. Bad. Fuck-ing. Time. Do you like Placebo? I don't listen to them. Has anyone ever carried you to bed? I mean as a kid, yeah. Idr as a teenager or adult. Would you rather have a wiener dog or an Italian greyhound? The greyhound. Dachshunds are precious, but as of semi-recently, I'm personally against breeding pets with damaging/unhealthy traits, and dachshunds are very susceptible to spine issues. Idk if greyhounds have any issues like that. Do your parents buy you most anything you want? Bitch we poor, no. What is the next craft you are going to make? Probably something for Sara for some special event. I don't think that's much of a spoiler, so I don't mind sharing it. Do you learn choreography easily? I was decent when I was a dance student, but no, I can promise you no. My memory is laughable. If you had to choose, would you rather be taller or shorter? Taller, I guess? Idk. Do you believe that Jesus will come back in your lifetime? No, I don't believe he ever will. What color is your winter coat? ... Shit dude, idr. Idk if I even have one, actually. What’s your favorite candy to receive on Halloween? Gimme all ur Reese's cups. Have you ever spent your birthday alone? No. Have you ever had a themed b-day party? I'm sure I did as a kid. Were you afraid of heights as a child? No. I am now tho. Which dollar store is your favorite? Here, Dollar Generals are everywhere and generally the preferred one, I believe. What food gives you diarrhea? Totally serious, most exceptionally "fancy" foods; by that, I assume things with lots of intricate spices and other ingredients. At least severe gas pains are almost guaranteed when I eat out somewhere. Have you ever had a lead role in a play? No. Ha ha man, I remember as an elementary school student though, we had a play where I SO wanted to be Snow White. What is the most fascinating part of nature? Evolution. I don't know how I once didn't believe in it. Would you ever go vegetarian? I am serious about returning to vegetarianism when/if I get to a weight I'm satisfied with (losing weight w/o meat is more difficult than with, particularly for an extremely picky eater). I wish I could be a total vegan, but I know I'm not capable of that. Once you actually learn about slaughterhouses and farm life... no. What berry is your favorite? STRAW!!!!!!!BERRIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is your dream house? Something in the woods with a nice yard/outdoor decor, flowers, wildlife... What was the reason in you crying last? PTSD. Are there any movies in the theater that you’d like to see? The new IT and Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. What do you think of Coca Cola? It's my third-fave soda. What about polar bears? Gorgeous animals. I will R I O T if they go extinct. My best friend(s) are/is... Sara. When do you want to have your first kid? Never. I am faaar from cut out to be a mother. Which stovetop burner do you use the most? I don't cook, so. The times I've made eggs, uh... I think I use the bottom right? Do you use a dishwasher or wash dishes by hand? Ugh, we don't have one. What year did you graduate high school? 2014. Do you carry pepper spray? No, but I should with how paranoid I am. What is your favorite gas station? Sheetz is the way to go down here. What have been some of your best garage sale finds? *shrugs* Idr the last time I went to one. Ever worked two jobs or more at once? Hell no. I wouldn't survive. How often do you check your email? Every day, mainly for school. What would you do if your ex came to you crying? It would depend on who. "The" ex, I don't give a fuck how I feel about him, he's getting a tight-ass hug because seeing him cry is awful, and I will always care about him to a certain degree. Well actually, I'd ask him before hugging; I don't know if he'd be fine with me touching him. Girt would get a big 'ole hug for sure. Juan, Tyler, and Aaron I'd ask if they wanted a hug. I'd definitely ask any of them if they wanted to talk/vent to me about whatever is wrong; I can't stand seeing people cry. What school do you go to, what grade? I'm a super late freshman in college. How do you feel about school? It's been a drastic change in my daily life and thus has caused stress, but nevertheless I'm ecstatic to be back because I'm actually making progress towards going somewhere. Are you still a virgin? So I know it sounds like it makes NO sense w/o details, but seriously, I don't know. We had "cheaty" ways to just barely skirt around it because at the time I was abstinent, but pretty sure at some point it became sex. Do you eat chips or crackers more? Man, I haven't had chips in a loooong time... though I love them, man. We have crackers at the house usually, and I snack on them occasionally. Is your bed next to a wall? Who doesn't have their bed against at least one?? Is your bed next to a window? There's one beside me against the wall. Do you have neat handwriting? I think so. The only thing I don't like is I write SOOOOOOOOOO slow. Would you rather be a singer or a dancer? Dancer. Would you rather be a musician or a painter? Painter. What did your hair look like in high school? Long and normally brown, but sometimes I dyed it black with colored highlights. Favorite flavor of hot chocolate? Normal?? What is your top priority in life? My happiness, probably. Have you ever made a gingerbread house? Yeah. Sucky ones, but they were gingerbread houses, lol. Do you prefer candy corn or conversation hearts? EW both are gross. Skeletons or scarecrows? I'll see you in the Skeleton War, fuckers. Who was the last non-relative woman you spoke to in person? My Writing teacher. What’s a topic you’ve drastically changed your opinion on? I did a TOTAL 180 on LGBT rights, and my former, intense pro-life stance has altered quite a lot to mostly pro-choice. What’s an achievement you hope to see humanity accomplish in your lifetime? Man, a lot... A total ban from plastic and finding an alternative for it would be great, as well as the cure of cancer and H.I.V. Make gay marriage legal worldwide. Make great progress on cleaning the oceans. I could go on and on. Do you know anyone who has a PhD? As far as personally, possibly. Like, obviously my doctors do. How do you feel when you’re the center of attention? *buys that red button that says "no" in various fashions solely for this occasion* Are you and your S/O Facebook official? She doesn't have a FB, but mine does say "in a relationship." Do you know anyone who works as a lawyer? Not that I know well anymore; a former best friend is in the process of becoming one, though. So proud of her. Which would bother you more: being told you’re not likable or being told you’re not sensible? Being told I'm not likable would really hurt. How many bedrooms does your house have? Two. Have you ever had a dream in which you died? Yeah. Does the thought of having wrinkles when you’re older upset you? Not really. Everyone gets them. Do you use Snapchat? No. Do you know anyone who’s struggling with addiction? Yes. What was your first job? And how long did you work there? I was a sales associate at GameStop. I was employed for like two months, but I worked very few days before I crumbled. Where is the last place you were other then where you are right now? School. How do you feel about the last person you kissed? I adore her. Lol, Lawl, Rotfl, Lmao, or Lmfao? (Which you use most) Lmao or lol. Have you/Do you know anyone that grows weed? Not knowingly to me. Do you really care about name brands? Not just for the sake of being a certain name; I do, however, care about the quality of brands, of course, such as taste for foods or being comfortable in clothes. Describe your favorite pair of jeans to me please. I don't have any. When I was actually slim though, I had a pair of maroon skinny jeans with a black dappling texture, and there were holes in them where the fabric was just black, and I loooooved them. Those and my leather boots was A Look. To wash in the shower, do you use a loofa? That's not the technical name for what I use according to Mom when I've called them that, but rather a body sponge or something like that, but it's like the same thing. Have you ever ridden on a horse? Yes, though not at a gallop or anything "real." Just at things like school fairs. Are you polite? I think I'm very polite, honestly. Do you prefer bright or muted colors? Bright, usually. Can you roll your tongue? I used to be able to after practicing all day once with a friend ha ha, but I haven't been able to for a long time. Definitely can't now with snake eyes. Are you a light weight when it comes to alcohol? No, apparently. Which accents can you emulate pretty well? British and country. How loud do you listen to music? Too loud, I know. Are you more awkward talking to people in real life or online? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, real life. I don't think I'm half bad online. Do you bruise easily? So easily that I was tested for anemia or whatever it's called where you bleed easily (the test was negative, thankfully). Despite feeling bruised, though, I usually don't have an actual mark. Have you ever bought pre-ripped jeans? All my jeans were. I hate plain, boring jeans. What are you most likely to spend money on? Tattoos, lol... I genuinely think I'm good with money, I feel because of the financial position I've grown up and lived in, although I have never had a stable source of income, so it's hard to really determine that yet. I'm quite sure I'll be fine, but I really do hope I handle my money well when I do and don't invest all my spendable (as in, not money that I'm saving for emergencies) money into just tats. Have you ever been a complete fangirl/fanboy over anything? Welcome to my life, lol. I'm at an age where it's starting to get embarrassing, but. Idk how to change it. What’s the weirdest way you’ve ever heard somebody die of? *shrug* When was the last time you (dis)liked someone without really knowing them? I dunno. I try to not do that. When was the last time you wore a mask? What did it look like? Hell if I remember. I don't even remember wearing any on Halloween as a child. What comes up on your recommended list on YouTube? Mainly let's plays or music. Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? Hell no, that wouldn't last long. How many true heart breaks have you had in your lifetime? One. Do you have any gay family members? My mom has a gay cousin. Who was the last person to sleep over at your house? Sara. Would you ever get a boob job? No; I don't care enough about them too. I wish they were smaller. I liked mine when I was a healthy weight, so, let's get back to that size, please. What would you think if you found out your ex was gay? Aaron, I think he actually is. Juan, trust me, he's not. Jason couldn't convince me he was gay even if he tried. I very highly doubt he'd be bi/pan, either. Girt, I would be surprised, but not like, immensely. I don't have a clue about Tyler and if he has any gay tendencies/history. Would you ever take someone back if you found out they cheated on you? NO SIR-REE. Do people ever compliment your eyes? Yeah. Would you be upset if you caught your boyfriend looking at porn? I don't know. I used to feel REALLY strongly about porn just being a big 'ole fucking nope, but whatever man, we're sexual animals. Better you take care of urges yourself rather than, you know, raping someone or something. If I personally caught my s/o doing it, idk how I'd feel, but knowing me and my self-esteem, I'd feel I'd probably jump to the whole (if we were serious) "um hi I'm your fckng gf what am I not enough" thought path. I don't think I'd be livid, though. Ask the old Britt, and we would've broken up there, probably. Who’s the last person that hung up on you? *shrug* Do you have a common first name? Yeah. Have you ever been engaged? No. Do you have any tattoos on your arms? Four, currently. They're gonna be covered one day. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else’s property? No. Have you ever been punched? No. What do you usually order from Olive Garden? I will, without fail, get the spicy shrimp fritas and be the happiest human being on Earth. How do you feel about bats? I absolutely adore them. Do you get excited when you learn you have to dress up? Quite the opposite, actually. What brand of hair spray do you use? I don't use it. Do you like it when guys wear hats? I have zero opinion on this. Burger King, McDonald's, or Wendy's? I prefer Wendy's. If you type for awhile, do your fingers start to hurt? No. Are you the type of person who would study for a test for hours? No, I'm not. I generally don't even have to like, intensely study; I tend to learn upon reading things, or in like math, performing the actions just a couple times. "Studying" doesn't tend to work for me; if it gets to that point, it probably won't stick, regardless of how many times I try. Are you a lazy person? I hate admitting just how lazy I am. But I mean again, it also depends on what is at stakes. Does your house have a doorbell? Yes, though I actually don't know if the doorbell works... Favorite album? Ozzy Osbourne's Black Rain. Favorite farm animal? PIGS! Has your Facebook ever been hacked? No. Do you spell gray with an A or an E? I use the American spelling ("gray"). Would you rather get money or gift cards for your birthday? I would be perfectly and entirely happy with purely money for my birthday, because that equals tattoos, lmao. Have you ever spoken to a detective before? No. Have you ever played laser tag? Once on a double-date with Jason and our old roommates/friends. Do you ever share things on Facebook? Almost all I do are share things I support, find funny, find as inspirational or cute, stuff like that. I can confidently say the majority of people I even have as "friends" on there do not care that much about my personal life. Is anyone you’re close to in the hospital right now? I mean, define "close." My grandmother's going through chemo, but we're not like... my definition of particularly "close," though she's close-ish family, so idk. Is your Wifi protected? Of course. What did you have for lunch today? I didn't eat lunch. How often do people write on your Facebook wall? On my birthday, lmao. Does your phone have a cover on it? No. I'd say I want one, but way more than that, I want a new phone. Mine is godawful. What color was your swim suit this year? I mean my most recently-worn is black, but I think it'd probably be too big for me now. I haven't swam in a long time. Do ladders scare you? Yes. Do you have any pictures of you and your friends in your bedroom? No. How do you eat Oreos? I'm one of those people that breaks the cookie to eat the cream first. Who or what sleeps with you? My cat Roman. Do you know anyone with the same name as you? Yes, but spelled differently. Are you pro-life or pro-choice? Honestly, it's become almost embarrassing to say I was ever pro-life. I'm vehemently pro-choice now. What color LED is the display in your car? Okay so Mom's has a rainbow of options, but I think it's currently stuck on... purple? I think? How am I unsure???? I'm in it every day?????????? Who was your first kiss with? Jason, my first "real" boyfriend. What kind of milk do you drink? I'll drink anywhere between skim to whole milk, but I'm not really a fan of skim despite having grown up with it. What aren’t you afraid to stand up for? I'd stand up for gay rights if it killed me. Do you know anybody in the military? Loosely. What was the last hotel you stayed at? I don't have the slightest clue. Do you have any STDs? No. What’s your preferred salad dressing? YO the Olive Garden dressing is b o m b. Do you have a favorite NASCAR driver? No. Who’s your celebrity crush? I'm almost 24 years old ha ha ha hahaha I'm too old for a celebrity crush aha hahaa haa aahha ah hahaaaaaaaaaaaaa- What color is your fridge? Black. Do you know the metric system well enough to live in Canada? No, admittedly. What was the biggest bruise you’ve ever had? Tell me the place (on your body) and the story of it! Idr. If you have Etsy account - show the very last item you added to the favorites. If not - either skip or just visit Etsy and find one thing you like: I think I have one, but I don't use it. I don't feel like looking. What would you do if you knew that you will be single to your very death (even if you’re in a relationship now)? Nothing would change...? My relationship status doesn't alter my goals and such. Are there any exchange students at your school? We have a LOT of foreign students at my school, so I'd assume so. Have you got any half or step siblings? I have three (actually four, but I don't know one tho) half-siblings and technically a step-brother, but I don't see him as a "brother," really. What cars do your siblings drive, if they do drive? My older sister has a red car, and my younger has a... black Kia, I think? It's dark is all I know for sure, and I only know the brand because it's new. I don't live with either or see their cars frequently elsewhere, so idk. What about your parents? Idk what kind my dad drives, but BOY do I know my mom's car, lmao. It's an older white Kia (I think?) with the bumper fuckin zip-tied onto the car bc it was given to us after a dance friend hit a poor deer, lmao. Look, we don't complain, shit was free. Do you like kid’s movies? Yo I do NOT trust you if you claim you like NO "kids' movie." Describe your handbag. I'm actually gonna look it up. (https://sourpussclothingwholesale.files.wordpress.com/2016/08/night-owl-bag.jpg?w=584&h=364) When was the last time you had to take someone home? ME, never. I don't have my license because I'm terrified of driving. Who was it, and where did you take them home from? N/A Have you ever known someone online and then met them in person? Sara Jaaaaaane!!! :'> There are other friends I'd like to meet, too. If so, which website did you meet on? Sara and I met via YouTube when it was actually community-oriented. Have you ever been to the beach? Yeah, multiple times. Have you ever been kicked out of somewhere? Yeah, I guess. She didn't actually like, force me outside, but I had to call my mother to pick me up. Have you ever intentionally trolled? No. Did you get swine flu? No. What is your favorite type of cat? Aesthetically, I find Persians to be way too cute, though I don't support their continued breeding. It's literally abuse to breed animals that deformed. Do you support the LGBTQ community? I'm bisexual, so like- Have you ever eaten a veggie burger? Yeah, the Morningstar brand from Burger King (not the Impossible Burger one). It's genuinely not bad. If you could meet any major political figure, who would it be? I'm not educated enough on like, any, to properly answer this question. If you drink Monster, what is your favorite flavor? N/A Do you own any Webkinz stuffed animals? I was that Bad Bitch(tm) with like,,,, almost all of them back in the day. If so, do you have a Webkinz online account? It exists, but idr the password sobs. If you had/have a Club Penguin account, how old were you when you got it? I would have a character for like two days, not go back on for years, repeat a couple times... but idk how old I was. Do you own any Nintendo video game consoles/handhelds? GameBoys and a DS Lite, yes. What religion were you raised in? Roman Catholicism. Are you still that religion, if you had one? Far from it. What religion/spiritual path intrigues you the most, if any? Buddhism and Wicca. What ancient culture intrigues you the most, if any? Idk. Were/are you a teacher’s pet? Not like, the kind that sucked up to the teacher for their personal benefit, but if you mean just as in the teacher's favorite, yeah. Do you like pink lemonade? Hell yeah man. What’s your favorite U2 song, if you have one? I don't listen to them. Were your parents born in the United States? Yeah. Do women breastfeeding in public make you feel uncomfortable? I want it to be perfectly and violently clear that I fucking despise you if a child being fed fucking offends you. Why or why not? Because women's bodies aren't sexual fucking objects designed for your viewing pleasure. Write an unpopular/offensive opinion of yours here. I’m interested. Buckle up, lads. Seatbelts fastened? Ass properly in the seat? Airbags in place? There are two genders.

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Harold B. Darrensworth ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

O K A Y so this is from a prompt a while ago when Mark was goofin with this newish character, so consider this a throwback fic! Lets see how people react to him....LET'S DO IT!

They....weren't quite sure what to make of him at first. He seemed to have every single personality trait going for him at once; loud, sporadic, random, and yet he patroned order and lawful conduct, he felt it to be the pinnacle of his purpose in the world. At their first official meeting, Wilford and Dark had seen him themselves so as to not overwhelm him with everybody at once....but as they got talking, they realised that Harold B. Darrensworth would not be a man easily overwhelmed. He was, by definition, overwhelming.

'I must say I am HONOURED to meet you Mr Dark, your work with control and order is ASTOUNDING and inspiring and I endeavour to follow in YOUR example!'

Harold's facial expressions were.....interesting too, sometimes he would be stuck for minutes in a grimace before morphing towards a neutral state of contemplation and sincerity. Meanwhile, the rest of him was so fidgety that it looked like he'd been infected by the jitterbug, he fiddled with his clothes, fingers, hair, he was buzzing with nerves and anticipation all through that first meeting. It had gone quick, Dark was perfectly content since Harold was more than happy to see him as the figure of authority, and Wilford didn't cause too many abnormalities. Those came later. Wilford was intent upon seeing every part of Harold, he knew that the guy MUST have more layers past the ''I am the patron of perfection'' personality. Right now for instance, Wilford was observing the meticulous man dusting around the living room, and occasionally he would mutter under his breath.

'So inadequate.'

'I must make note of this.'

'Potential rotor....'

Wilford was fighting the urge to giggle, he had honestly never seen someone be so concerned by little particulates. Wilford was reclined on the couch, feet up, the epitome of laziness basically. He continued to watch Harold with his pursed lips, narrowed eyes, and unimpressed grumbles, before speaking up with a little air of cheeky sarcasm in his voice.

'Ya want any help over there friend?'

Harold froze, before turning fractionally towards Wilford; he wore an amicable expression as he bowed his head during his reply.

'You are MOST kind Mr Warfstache, but I am quite capable.'

Just like that, he went back to his task. He wasn't one for an extended conversation, he was a one sentence kind of gentleman. He would make his passionate comment, have his input at centre stage like his one minute of fame, then that would be it; it was like Harold allowed himself a conversational allowance. Wilford sat up on the couch, frowning with a hint of curiosity as he spoke.

'Say old boy, do you actually enjoy cleaning and putting things all in their right order?'

Harold stopped his task again, responding with the same angular head tilt as he responded briefly.

'Yes.'

Wilford hummed, then stood and carefully approached the man, speaking once more before he had the chance to refocus on his cleaning.

'If that's the case then why don'tcha smile when you're doing it?'

Harold pursed his lips at the continuous questioning, never before had he met someone with such vivacious vigour and disorder. He looked up at Wilford as he answered in a tone laced with purpose.

'Because, Wilford, smiling is NOT important when it comes to my tasks of ORDER.'

They maintained eye contact, Wilford's gaze was persistent whilst Harold's was guarded and a little nervous; he'd not known Warfstache for long, so he was very very difficult to predict. Harold was frozen in place as Wilford started to circle him, making him feel very much like prey being analysed....to see Wilford being so thoughtful and calculated made Harold feel even more nervous. Especially when he gave Harold a teasing smile.

'I'm willing to bet that there's smile hidden in there somewhere.'

Wilford was not, repeat NOT, going to let this go. Not for anything. The moustached man repressed a chuckle when Harold huffed and folded his arms across his chest resolutely, tryin to look bold and insistent; in reality he kinda looked like a tantruming child.

'It is not IMPORTANT! As I said befo-HEY!'

Wilford was smirking broadly, holding Harold's duster in his hand, quite proud of how effortlessly he'd managed to snatch it. They began to engage in a rather flamboyant game of chase, wherein Harold tried to jump and get his duster back whilst Wilford elaborately pirouetted and leapt away from him, cackling constantly.

'Can't catch meee!'

Every time Harold reached for the duster, he always missed it by an inch or two, which made it even more frustrating; he was so close and yet so far. It didn't help that he was rather short, almost half a foot shorter than the cheeky Warfstache. Harold tried to put his foot down.

'Give me my utensil back NOW!'

Harold glared when Wilford merely giggled.

'Nope, I don't think so! Not until I get a Darrensworth smiiile!'

Harold lunged towards him to try and catch him off guard, but Wilford easily spun out of his way and cheekily fluttered the duster at the side of the man's neck. Harold....let out quite the squeak as his lips twitched for a millisecond.

'H-Hey! You'll get DUST on me!'

Harold put a hand to his neck to rub away the residual....sensations, which Wilford picked up on. His eyes glinted as he brandished the duster and approached Harold, purring deviously.

'I think that's the least of your worries....I know you're tryna keep that smile from me Harold.'

Harold inhaled shakily, eyes flicking between Wilford and the duster as his mind whirled. Wilford was going to make him smile. The mere notion made Harold's usually settled tummy start to flutter with its first butterflies, and Harold's cheeks were turning pink as he felt mischief radiate from Wilford. Harold knew he couldn't no longer be in denial of his quivering lips that ached to stretch....but he wouldn't go down easy, oh no.

'You WON'T win.'

There was a small silence wherein Wilford took in Harold's words....then Wilford smiled, and approach him at speed.

'Challenge accepted.'

Harold's eyes widened as he felt Wilford hoist him over one of his shoulders before he could even take one step of escape, he wriggled about and babbled passionately.

'W-Wilford Warfstache I d-demand y-you put me down this i-instant!'

Harold felt embarrassment bubble inside him when his voice cracked and stuttered, the passion diminishing in favour of nervousness and a very vulnerable resolve. Wilford snickered as he suddenly dropped Harold onto the couch on his back and hurried to straddle his thighs.

'Oh but of course friend!'

Harold had elicited a stream of undignified squeaks and yelps and he squirmed, trying to get out from under Wilford, but it was literally impossible now that Wilford was firmly planted on top of him. Wilford inspected the duster now; it was a deep purple, long in length and the feathers on it were long and stiff.....it was perfect for tickling.

'You may think you're strong now, but I know how to get smiles out of stubborn ones, I've done it with Dark a hundred times....'

Harold gulped.....if THE Darkiplier had succumbed, then there was certainly no hope for him; especially given how sensitive he was to agonising softness. Harold started shaking his head, stammering in a last hope....a non-existent hope.

'Y-You w-won't break me....I w-won't allow it!'

To emphasise his words, Harold decided to cover his mouth with both his hands as he glared up at Wilford....who had to resist the urge to coo at him because honestly he had never seen something so cute and childish in a long time. Harold shivered when Wilford started to push at his hoodie.....exposing his sides, stomach, ribs, oh lord help him.

'Mhm, whatever ya say.'

Harold knew as soon as the feathers touched his skin, this was only going to end with him losing. Wilford was grinning happily as he dusted over Harold's tummy and sides softly, adoring how the toned muscles twitched and how Harold squeaked and went a darker pink in the face.

'W-WILFORD!'

Harold's cry was slightly muffled by his hands, but it didn't mask Harold's desperation. Yes. He was already desperate. His chest was quivering and dimples were showing on his cheeks as the devilishly light sensations awakened his ultra-sensitive nerves. It tickled. It tickled BAD. Wilford just got happier by the second at this discovery.

'Yes oh ticklish one?'

He teased, eyes glittering with amusement as Harold let out a soft whine from his throat, and gasping as Wilford ran the duster up and down his ribs...those giggles were building even more.

'P-Please d-don't tickle me p-plehehease!'

And there they were. Wilford listened with utter joy, they had  higher pitch to them but they had a smooth tone rather than a jumpy one. To Wilford, they were complete heaven, so unfortunately for Harold....Wilford wanted MORE. He kept the duster at work, wiggling it into the dips of Harold's sides as he purred.

'But I still haven't seen your illustrious smile yet! And you look like you're having fun, I never knew someone could have such sweet giggles hidden inside them!'

Harold was flustered beyond belief at the teasing compliments....mainly because he wasn't used to being complimented at all. All he'd really known and understood was critique and discipline, so this new playfulness was giving him new tingles and shivers that he'd never experienced before.

'S-Stahahap w-wihith the kihihindness!! Ihihit's mahahaking mehe e-ehembaharrassed!'

His naivety to all this also meant that he had no qualms of talking about his embarrassment, which Wilford found most endearing as he replied in an affectionate, crooning tone of voice.

'I merely speak the truth my friend! You simply have the prettiest most ticklish giggles that I've ever heard! Kitchy kitchy coo!'

Wilford's efforts were rewarded with squeals as Harold tried to curl up his body, the duster now running back and forth along his waist which produced the most delectable cackles; and Wilford could see Harold's arms twitching as they resisted the urge to bat at Wilford's torment.

'AHH! DOHOHON'T TEHEASE MEHE Y-YOU MEHENACE!'

The babyish, playful, informal childish tone of voice Wilford used just made Harold want to curl up and hide, it was all so flustering. He couldn't believe it. Why was THIS so flustering? Harold just didn't understand. Whenever Wilford smirked, winked, chuckled, teased, tickled.....he couldn't remember a time when he'd felt so small and weak and vulnerable....and yet, it was not an unpleasant experience; that is, despite his natural fighting instincts. After his little cry, Wilford narrowed his eyes at him and spoke in a shiver-inducing, threatening tone.

'Why now how rude....it seems I'll have to take drastic measures.'

Before Harold could even reply....his hands had flown from covering his mouth, any thought of pride gone, as he tried to grab at Wilford with a new vigour. Why? Well, Wilford had wanted to try something experimental, just to gauge the reaction of the man; he'd shoved the duster into the bowel of one of his hips and began to spin and wiggle it with reckless abandon. Though even Wilford couldn't have foreseen Harold's magnificent shriek.

'AAAAAHHHH NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE PLEASEPLEASE OHOHOHO NAHAHAAA!!' 

His laughter was deep and rumbling and constant, except for when it was interrupted by the occasional echoing snort, which Wilford couldn't help but giggle fondly at.

'Wowie, a dashing smile AND adorable snorts?! This is more than I could ever have hoped for!'

Harold was hitting out with crinkled eyes and a dimpled grin plastered on his face as he bucked to try and dislodge the tool, but Wilford was experienced and frankly VERY talented at this. Harold felt jolts of energy surge through his pelvis and up his spine which only added to his laughter, which lacked any trace of decorum; oh yeah, Wilford was definitely victorious here.

'IHIHIHI'M NAHAHAT AHAHADOHORABLE!!'

Harold yelled, but swiftly shrunk back at Wilford's sharp laugh, and quivered under the man's affectionate, amused eyes.

'Heh, I don't think you're in a position to question me, do you?'

Wilford soon sneered through his speech, whilst simultaneously running the duster over his waist...before slipping it in to torment his other vulnerable hip dip. This time even more ruthlessly. Harold was literally thumping the couch in ticklish agony as he cried out, definitely sounding like a man who was reaching the end of his tether.

'I'MSARRYI'MSARRY FOHOHOHORGIHIHIVE MEHEHEHEEE!!'

Harold....didn't look like Harold. I mean, he still looked like himself....but his classic self had just been entirely jostled out of its shell! His hair that usually had shape was mussed and matted and haphazard, his complexion was blotched with blushing, and his voice was constantly changing pitches sporadically rather than in the controlled manner that Harold normally spoke. At that point, Wilford withdrew the duster as he mused.

'Mmmm, I suppooose I can forgive ya for your disrespect.'

Harold gratefully caught his breath as he hugged his own waist and hips, curling up as he kept on smiling; both from residual mirth, and actual happiness. He glanced up at the moustached man, whispering warily as he eyed him.

'D-Does th-that mean....you w-will give m-me mercy? Y-You got what you wanted, I-I s-smiled, plus even more....'

Wilford grinned at how Harold was so intent upon reasoning with him, and he stroked the feathers of the duster whilst he pretended to ponder in thought. He was done, but he liked the thought of teasing Harold just a liiiittle bit more.

'You bring up fair points my good man, but after all that I can't deny a little EXTRA more would be rather fun!'

Harold's heart pounded in his chest, and his eyes widened at the thought of Wilford wanting to tickle him MORE, even after all of that! He ignored the voice in his head tempting him to point out Wilford's abnormal grammar, since he knew that would only lead to punishment. He looked up at Wilford imploring, shivery and trembling as he whispered.

'P-Please Mr W-Warfstache, I-I can't t-take any m-more!'

Wilford couldn't help but feel a spark of pity for the poor guy, he smiled kindly and patted his shoulder to reassure him as he replied.

'Don't worry, I know limits when I see em. Pfff, I don't think I've ever met anyone so feather sensitive before!'

Harold immediately hid his face in his hands with an embarrassed whine, making Wilford chuckle as he subtly stopped straddling him, and now sat on the edge of the couch. Harold felt more butterflies fluttering in his system, but managed to refocus when he felt a nudge to his leg.

'Alright cutie, let's make I deal. I swear that I will not tickle you anymore today AND I'll keep this our little secret. But. I have two conditions.'

Harold listened carefully, and so far he found those terms pretty good so far. He slowly revealed his red face, and looked at Wilford with curious eyes as he queried.

'Wh-What are the conditions?'

Wilford smirked softly, leaning in a little as he spoke.

'One: After today, anytime and anywhere, as long as we're alone, I am permitted to tickle the ever loving decorum outta ya...'

Harold gulped and shivered, already having half a mind not to agree....until Wilford put forward his next condition.

'-and two: go get another duster so I can help ya clean dammit, it's literally painful watching ya do it all by yourself!'

Harold blinked a few times....very nearly in shock. Wilford.....wanted to help him? Wanted to help him CLEAN and organise? His mouth was wide open as he looked at Wilford, and it was when he saw Wilford roll his eyes amusedly that he managed to come out of his daze and babble his happy reply.

'W-Wow, goodness me YES I a-agree to this deal! Wilford you are VERY ingenious and intelligent!'

Wilford felt his cheeks go pink at the sudden compliments, he most certainly had not expected such things from Harold. Wilford forced down his gentle embarrassment with a little head shake and a boyish grin, deciding to give Harold a shove as he exclaimed playfully.

'Well c'mon Mr Law and Order, get to it!'

He playfully wiggled the current feather duster in the air teasingly, which made Harold giggle, jump to his feet, and dart off towards the supply closet. Wilford smiled as he watched.....yeah. Harold may have started fixing his hair and un-creasing his clothes as he ran, but Wilford knew that he'd brought a little bit of disorder. Just as it should be.

THHEEE END WOO HOPE YA LIKE IT GUYS LUV YOUS XXX 

[ortizroger]

Ex Comes Back After 8 Months Best Diy Ideas

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How Do You Get An Ex Back

[park-thatasshere]

PLATA O PLOMO | 01

‘No one wanted to cross them. They were dealing with big boy issues. These kids didn’t have time to fight with words behind one another's backs or on SNS’, no these kids fought with bullets.’

Featuring: ot7 (bts) Genre: Smut/Angst/Crack Word Count: 1.8k Trigger Warnings: drug abuse, gun violence, violence, swearing, death

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A/N: Ok so I’ve wanted to write a gang au series for a really long time and have put it off in fear that I won’t be able to uphold the quality. I never get tired of gang bts and I really want to share my take on it. Feedback is encouraged!

It was a jungle of sorts. One filled with the roaring of car engines, walls of concrete towering over every inch of land, varying in shape and size, but menacing all the same. The sirens’ song was white noise to the people. You yourself had grown accustomed to the redundant whirs sounding throughout your neighborhood.

The catcalls that followed you on your trek down the street, were nothing more than a reminder. You didn’t work the usual nine to five your parents would have been proud of. Your hours varied with each client. You were a self made escort, arm candy for well to do men and women on occasion. Your duties weren’t fulfilled until your clients were fully satisfied.

Tonight was no different. You’d been mistaken as a streetwalker more times than you’d care to remember and the soles of your feet felt like they were nearly shaved down to nothing with every step you took in your stilettos. But it was all for the sake of your future, you could deal with this just a little longer, you were halfway there.

Once your apartment came into view you silently prayed to whatever higher power was up there giving you the strength to make it home in one piece. You looked up to the sky only to see clouds were blocking the otherwise ominous moon and you grew jealous of how it was able to be hidden away from the imperfections of this rundown world from time to time. Pulling yourself from your thoughts you turn into the concave where your home resided. Nearly doubling over when you see a figure hidden in the shadows.

“Babygirl, when do you plan to take me on as a client? I can be very promising.” Jimin steps out into the light. You noticeably flinch at the sound of his voice.

“When you stop trying to negotiate prices with me.”

“Sounds to me you’re afraid you’ll get sprung off the feel of my co-”

“Come on Jimin,” both you and Jimin look up to see V “y’know Namjoon doesn’t like when we hang around longer than needed, besides I’ve already finished collecting.” V gestures to the paper bag crumpled up under his arm, thumb striking the dial of his lighter continually until he gets a light.

He carefully shields the fire from the slight breeze and moves the flame to the dangling cigarette in between his lips. V was always saving you from the unnecessary banter Jimin always tried to carry out, hoping that maybe he’d be able to get a taste of what he’s been hearing so many great things about before Jimin got his greedy hands on you.

With a huff of resignation Jimin pushes himself off the wall, “Maybe another time then, goodnight sweetness.” Jimin blows you a quick kiss before he is running to catch up with V. You watch as their backs disappear around the corner and head inside your apartment.

You wake up to violent banging on your front door and jump up to switch your light on and rush to the living room. You glance out the window to see that the sun still hasn’t made its uniform appearance and infer that it’s early in the morning. With adrenaline rushing through you, you don’t even think to look through the peephole before your swinging the door open to let them in.

Jimin and another man you’d never seen before come rushing in carrying a boy no older than twenty in their arms. His hair is matted to his head with sweat, face contorted in pain as he gnaws on his bottom lip to keep a scream from bubbling up his throat.

A few other men come rushing into your apartment with not so much as a ‘can I come in’. They are all covered in blood and your eyes skim each of them to find the source, finding them all sporting various contusions blooming on their bodies. You look back over to the boy Jimin is carrying and see he has a large bloodstain on his thigh.

“Put him on the couch.” They both nod and do as they’re told while you run to the bathroom to get your first aid kit. Coming to sit at the end of the couch to closely inspect the open wound you see the slight gleam of the bullet. “It’s lodged pretty shallow in his rectus femoris, I can take it out if you want but I have no way of numbing it so it might-”

“Just get this shit out of me!” He all but whispers into the small space and it rattles your thoughts, making you get right to work.

You sterilize the metal tongs and cautiously dig them into his flesh, willing the embedded bullet free. He screams out in excruciating pain causing everyone else in the room to flinch, until the pain becomes too agonizing and he passes out.

Once you remove the bullet from his thigh you move to stitch up the wound. You carefully thread the needle in an attempt to be as delicate as possible. You’d only seen this done on medical shows that barely treaded on any medical concepts or in demonstrations on dummies, never in the flesh.

“Can you hurry the fuck up!?” One of the men scoffs from behind you, visibly shaken at the scene. You pay the room a quick glance, skimming over everyone in the room. He seems to be the only one who is showing any sort of reaction.

“Jhope chill,” Jimin throws a glare his way, “She’s doing the best she can.”

“H-how could this happen?” Jhope sinks down onto the ground, hands gripping at his roots. A man with a thin build takes a spot beside him, rubbing the back of his head in a comforting manner.

You don’t let the atmosphere around you affect your efforts and after cleaning and bandaging the wound you leave him there to rest.

You wipe away the sweat built up on your forehead and look over to see Jimin smirking to himself. This infuriated you to no end. Who did he think he was, waltzing into your home with his posse thinking he was the shit.

“What the fuck Jimin!?” You run up to him, shoving him into the wall and he bursts into laughter eyeing you up and down.

“I didn’t think such a casual look could be so sexy ___.” His eyes are trained on your underwear peeking from underneath your shirt. You look down to realize you lacked bottoms and ran back to your room to put some on. Once the initial awkwardness had simmered you felt it time to get answers.

“What the hell happened?” You scan each one of them waiting for someone to speak up.

The one that seemed to be the most put together of the bunch stood up and began to explain. “We got into a little altercation with some guys at a party and shots were fired. Jimin told us he knew someone near here who was a doctor.”

You send a halfhearted glare over to Jimin, who only chuckles. “It’s true isn’t it? I saw you a few times leaving school. You were leaving the medical building if I recall?” He looks up in mock thought tapping his chin thoughtfully.

“How would you know where the-”

“I go to school there.” He smiles triumphantly.

“Correction.” The collected one of the bunch interjected, “He used to go to school there, but he had to leave in order to-”

“Ok Namjoon enough with the synopses on my schooling.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively pushing himself off the wall and over to you. “How bout we take this time to get down to business babygirl?”

“Not this again Jimin, besides shouldn’t you like, you know introduce me to your friends?” You gesture to the several men in your living room.

“Jhope, Suga, Jin, Namjoon, you already know V, and the kid on the couch right there is Jungkook.” They all give you some sort of acknowledgement when they hear their name.

“Look Jimin, I did everything I could for your friend, but you guys should really take him to the-”

“No can do.” Namjoon intervenes, taking a few steps closer to you. He steps out into the light of the small living room, giving you a better look at his face. He was tall and lean with sharp eyes that held a much older light than he himself was.

Actually all the men surrounding you were very attractive, each having a distinct trait about them that would have any sane women dropping to her knees in seconds. You guessed you weren’t sane. At least not sane enough to throw it back for hoodlums, not that you had room to judge, seeing as you grew up on the same side of the tracks as each of them.

Lord only knows where you would have ended up had you hung out with the wrong crowd. A crowd that even authority figures turned a blind eye to. No one wanted to cross them. They were dealing with big boy issues. These kids didn’t have time to fight with words behind one another's backs or on SNS’, no these kids fought with bullets. It was quite unnerving to be surround by so many dangerous people with so many lives under their belts.

You never dwelled on the fact that Jimin or V were apart of one on the most lethal gangs in Seoul. Part of you didn’t want to believe that someone so vivacious and his quiet partner were fiends of the underground.

Deep down you saw the signs. The steel peeking from underneath their shirts, sometimes on their way home from ‘collecting’ you noticed the brown paper bag soaked in red, leaving droplets on the asphalt as they went about their day. You just chose to ignore them, maybe for your own peace of mind.

“W-well, you all can’t stay here. I’ll keep an eye out for him while he rests but this can’t be a regular arrangement. If you need medical attention go seek it at a hospital, or don’t. He can bleed out for all I care, and don’t think this shit is free either, I got-”

Namjoon motions to Jin who, in turn, throws down two rolls of cash on the table. “Will that be enough?”

He doesn’t let you answer as he motions for the rest of the boys to follow him out. You reach over to pick up the money, thumbing through the bills curiously.

You don’t even realize Jimin is the last to leave. He sneaks up behind you, arms gripping onto your hips as he pulls you back into his chest. His lips graze over the shell of your ear, whispering gently.

“There’s more where that came from babygirl.”

You’re completely caught off guard, left a stuttering mess, watching his form disappear behind the door.

[7fics]

super mushy fluffy markson. they make a bet on who cries first at their wedding.

warnings: brief mention of something sexual…but it’s still fluff

author: Kay

word count: 1.9k

a/n: Hi all! What better way to introduce myself here than with a fluffy Markson fill that makes me never want to write angst again! Hope you enjoy :)

“There’s absolutely no way it would be me!”

Mark was shocked at Jackson’s accusation, both of them lounging across their king sized bed, a movie playing softly in the background as Mark placed his notepad next to him. Per Jackson’s suggestion, they were working on their vows for their impending nuptials, both spread out far enough so neither could accuse the other of peeking.

“That’s what you think,” Jackson giggled, moving from lying on his stomach to a cross-legged position. “But as soon as you see the double doors open and me standing there like an angel, you’ll find it hard to keep those tears back.”

“Give me a break,” Mark shook his head, laughing at the idea that he would be the one to crack. “If anyone cries first, it will be you. There’s no contest!”

“Are you saying I’m soft?” Jackson held his hand to his heart, acting as if Mark didn’t know every single detail about him, including where he would land on the emotional sensitivity scale.

“I’m saying that you have an established track record,” Mark explained, smiling as he leaned his head on his hand. “But if you really believe it would be me…”

Jackson didn’t miss the devilish smirk on his fiancé’s face, the ‘go ahead and try me’ personality trait that always drew him in working its magic again. If he went back on his word, Jackson would be labeled a liar (playfully, of course) and Mark would never let him live it down, so why not double down on his stance? Mark, on the other hand, felt like he had a better grip on reality than his partner, willing to test him to see how far he would take his outlandish claim, hoping his charms would fool Jackson into thinking he had it in the bag.

“Let’s make a bet,” the older suggested, flipping to a fresh page in his notebook away from his outline of his vows. “Whoever cries first at our wedding ceremony loses.”

“What counts as ‘crying?’” Jackson asked, his face a little more serious as he realized what he was about to agree to. Mark cackled, holding his stomach as his eyes scrunched up, grabbing his pen before starting to write.

“Any amount of tears shed,” he giggled, writing down an informal agreement on the page.

“Do the tears have to come out of our eyes to count?” Jackson asked, Mark giggling even more but knowing the blond was completely serious, nodding as he wrote more.

“Yes,” Mark grinned, outlining everything they discussed. “Tears must actually leave eyes to count.”

“Okay,” Jackson sighed, looking intimidated by the simple task of holding back his emotions. “What does the winner get?”

“Hmm…,” Mark thought to himself, thinking of all the rewards he would enjoy most, especially ones that would drive Jackson crazy. While it may have been anyone’s dream to ask anything of their significant other, it was harder for Mark as Jackson would already do anything he requested, going to the ends of the earth even when it wasn’t necessary to put a smile on Mark’s face. In fact, there was really only one thing Jackson ever seemed sensitive about giving into, and Mark figured it was the perfect opportunity to push Jackson even further into committing to the small wager, a mischievous grin tugging at his mouth.

“Whoever wins gets to top on our wedding night,” Mark suggested casually, watching as Jackson paled at the offer, visibly gulping down his pride. “Unless you are too scared to lose that chance…”

“No!” Jackson exclaimed, hands waving all around as if he was trying to distract the other from his visible fretting. “That’s fine, I’ll be fine!”

“Whatever you say,” Mark giggled, finishing up the handwritten contract by including their agreed-upon “prize,” leaving blank spaces for both him and Jackson to sign and accept. After jotting down his signature, Jackson ripped the pen from Mark’s hand, hesitating before scribbling his name down next, giggling and tossing the pen down once he finished. Swinging his legs off the edge of the bed, the blond stretched and let out a small yawn.

“Gonna shower before bed,” he smiled, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Mark’s lips. “Don’t miss me too much.”

Giggling and swatting Jackson’s ass playfully as he walked away and into their en suite, Mark sighed happily, leaning back against the headboard and reviewing the childish contract they had both accepted. Little playful moments were a signature of their entire relationship, Mark never feeling more comfortable than when he was with the other, laughing so hard he thought his stomach would burst, body convulsing with every giggle.

It was only then that he noticed how Jackson and signed his name, the awkward hesitation he tried to hide before writing suddenly making sense to Mark as he read the rushed pen strokes that made his heart flutter.

Jackson Tuan

***

Mark had nearly forgotten about the bet until he was on his way to the church, traveling by car with his family. He hadn’t seen Jackson since they parted at the hotel the night before, noticing how hard the younger had already been trying to reel back his usual wide range of emotions, practicing his hardest to win it all. While it was somewhat about the prize for Mark, he mostly wanted to taste victory, knowing Jackson felt the same, his competitive nature rooted in his athletic past always flaring up when challenged. As his father parked the car, Mark received a one line text, grinning at his screen as he read it to himself.

You’re going down.

And then, a moment later:

Oh and I love you ;)

Walking inside and to his own separate room to get ready, Mark began to change, his family helping where they could, making sure he didn’t miss a step. It all seemed to surreal that this was finally happening: he was about to stand at the altar and wait for Jackson, the person he loved most, the one he considered his soulmate, and they would leave together joined as one, brought together by love and complete loyalty. It was silly how quick he had fallen for Jackson, even though the younger would always say he fell first (and at a more rapid speed, of course), their two paths aligning like stars, guiding them to each other at the perfect time. Things hadn’t always been easy, but they made it work, communicating and staying open to each other because what they had was true but so rare, knowing it could vanish in an instant if they weren’t careful to nurture their growth together.

The weight of their relationship and the significance of the day began to wear on Mark, his father adjusting his tie and pocket square as Mark’s trembling fingers were no longer up to the task. Remembering his neatly folded page of vows, he slipped the small note into his pocket, his family assuring him three times that the ring was safe, letting Mark take a deep breath. If it wasn’t for the amount of nerves based on him wanting everything to go perfectly, he could see how one could slip into hysterics, thinking of all of the amazing events that brought him here, tears prickling behind his eyelids. Blinking them back, Mark swallowed, closing his eyes as he began to mumble comforting words to ease him into the ceremony.

The peace was only temporary as there was a panicked knock at the door, Mark’s mother answering it as Jaebum, his best man, rushed in, looking directly at Mark with an urgent look on his face.

“Mark! It’s Jackson!” He rushed out, hand quickly gripping Mark’s wrist. “It’s an emergency!”

“W-what?” Mark’s eyes went wide, an unsettling feeling rising to his chest as his head began to sift through the catalog of wedding day disasters he tried to hard to avoid remembering. “What’s the matter?”

“No time to explain!” Jaebum tugged Mark along, the groom-to-be shrugging in his family’s direction as the taller man dragged him hurriedly down a series of hallways, landing in front of a door marked with Jackson’s name, barging in without a second to waste. He finally let go of Mark’s wrist as he marched ahead leaving the panicked man to straighten himself out and take another calming breath before following, silently praying that everything was okay, feet picking up pace as he followed Jaebum through another doorway, hearing a slight murmur of sobs, Mark’s heart falling into his stomach. Jinyoung, Jackson’s best man, was suddenly at Jaebum’s side, whispering something into his ear that made him laugh quietly to himself, motioning to Mark to come over.

“He’s in the bathroom and he won’t come out,” Jinyoung explained, rubbing his left temple with his fingers. “I tried my best, but he won’t listen to me.”

“So, you called me?” Mark asked, Jinyoung nodding and showing him to the door.

“He’s going to be your problem for the rest of your life,” Jinyoung joked, a small smile on his face. “Might as well start now.”

Taking a moment before knocking gently, Mark waited for Jackson to say anything in response, forehead leaning against the door.

“Jackson,” he said simply, hoping it was enough to let him inside. “It’s me. Can I come in?”

One cleared throat and a series of sniffles later, Jackson finally replied, voice small from behind the door.

“I guess.”

Opening the door and taking a step inside so he could close it behind him, Mark finally got a good look at the other man, butt on the edge of the single chair in the small space, head resting in his hands. Mark didn’t know what was happening or why he wasn’t listening to what Jaebum nor Jinyoung were trying to do to help, but it was clear he was the one who had to clean up this mess before their guests were waiting for everything to start, sighing as he placed his hand on Jackson’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Mark asked gently, unsure of the response he would get from the simple question.

“N-no,” Jackson sighed, sniffling once again and lifting his head, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m not.”

“Talk to me,” Mark soothed, taking one of Jackson’s hands into his own, caressing it softly the way it always calmed him down in the past. “What’s the matter?”

Using his free hand, Jackson continued to wipe away whatever was left of the moisture around his eyes, sighing and composing himself before he could look in Mark’s direction. Once their eyes met, he let out another low sigh, bottom lip pouting out.

“You won,” he resigned, hanging his head in defeat. “You won the bet.”

“I did?” Mark asked, eyebrows raised at the easy confession Jackson offered. “But the wedding hasn’t even started…”

“You honestly believe I won’t cry again as soon as we’re up there if I’m a blubbering mess even thinking about it?” Jackson finally smiled, laughing to ease the mood. “Do you even know me at all?”

“Hey, I was trying to give you a chance to prove me wrong…,” Mark chuckled, reaching out to wipe a stray tear from Jackson’s cheek. “But I do love winning.”

“I know,” Jackson smiled a little brighter, taking a tissue from the box on the sink, clearing the rest of his tears away. “I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“It’s okay,” Mark smiled, hand resting on Jackson’s thigh in a habit of comfort. “I’m just happy you weren’t having second thoughts.”

“Me? Second thoughts?” Jackson was laughing at his usual volume at that point, assuring to their friends outside that everything was going to be okay. “You’re crazy!”

“Absolutely,” Mark giggled, pulling Jackson into a soft lip lock, hand wrapped around the back of his neck before pulling away gently. “But only for you.”