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asterias-record-shop · 10 months
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Hello darling! I was hoping you’d write something I’ve had stuck in my head. Ethan Landry being completely in love/obsessed with the reader so much so that it started back in Woodsboro. Maybe Richie told Ethan his plan and he showed Ethan a picture of the friend group and he thought the reader was pretty. Richie told him that she has a boyfriend but he’d take care of it. And maybe the readers boyfriend wasn’t the best so she didn’t really mind him dying so when she meets Ethan and he’s so nice, it’s as if everything happens for a reason. If you decide to write this, that would be amazing! ❤️❤️
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Ethan Landry x Fem! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Ever since he saw that picture of you, he couldn’t stop fucking thinking about you. He’d find reasons to go where you were after he killed your boyfriend, your favorite coffee shop and bookstore or running into you at the store, he just… can’t get you out of his head, and it all comes together when a young girl trying to sell your school’s newspaper gets your attention.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - violence || foul language & cursing || obsessive! Ethan || timeskips sorry || you’re a journalist now || friends to lovers || loss of virginity (both) || unprotected sex || oral || fingering || marking kink || possessive talk || morning after pill talk ||
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I have waited… 
“S-So… who is she again?”
Richie was so fucking annoyed already. Ethan had been asking question after question about you, especially after he killed your boyfriend. “She’s some kid, dude! Oh my fucking god, you want the picture? Here, take the picture! Her name is Y/N L/N, she goes to the same fucking school those other ones go to, I killed her boyfriend, and now she’s single and ready to mingle!”
He pressed the picture into Ethan’s chest, mumbling in annoyance as he continued walking down the hall. Ethan looks down, his fingers stroking over the picture of your face cropped out of a group picture with Tara and Sam. Richie met you a while ago, while he was still dating Sam, but Ethan hadn’t had the chance - yet.
He quickly went to his room, pulling out his laptop and quickly going to search up your school. It wasn’t surprising you were friends with Sam and Tara, but as soon as he saw you on the main slideshow for the school with the title ‘Our school newspaper’s Editor-In-Chief got a full ride to Blackmore University on a Journalist Scholarship’. How the fuck did you become friends with Sam and Tara while being a journalist?
He clicked on the slideshow, a large picture of you and some other people showing up with links to issues and how to get a subscription and such to the newspaper. What caught his eye though was the Instagram link, quickly clicking it and logging in to actually open it, your face in many of the posts. He clicked on one of the posts, your voice matching you perfectly as you yell out, “Come get our latest issue!”
He inhaled sharply, the tight shirt you were wearing and ripped jeans made a shiver run down his back. He listened to it over and over again, the only thing registering in his mind being come, come, come.
It didn’t take him long to lay back, getting ready to get himself off to the sound of your voice before staring at the caption. ‘Come see us at our monthly fundraiser at the Coffee Bean this Saturday!’
Oh he was definitely going that day, but he was focused on other things right now.
That Saturday, of course he attended. It was pretty full, not overly but enough, and he quickly got a drink before sitting in the corner. He had brought a book he wasn’t going to read, the only reason it was with him was because he was using it to hide his eyes whenever you looked anywhere in his vicinity. You were handing out copies, giggling and smiling with everyone you saw, and by fucks name he couldn’t stop staring at you.
“Hey!” A voice made him jump, looking over at a young girl who offered him a magazine. “You’re in high school, right? My cousin is the chief editor of this thing or whatever, you should read it and buy something!”
“Charlie!” A voice yelled, both of them looking back as you ran over. “That’s rude, you can’t do that!”
“Why not? He’s just sitting there pretending to read a book!” The young girl supposedly named Charlie says, flapping around the magazine as you shake your head.
“Charlie, go drink your frappe!” You take the copy of the magazine as she groans. “Go!”
“Oh! Her boyfriend was just murdered, you should buy it!” Charlie tries to play the guilt card, a smile on her face as you quickly push her away.
“Go!”
“I’m trying to get you sales, Y/N! Oh, hey, do you want a magazine?!” She runs after a bystander making Ethan laugh, a groan falling from your lips in embarrassment.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you whispered, pressing your face into your hands as he laughed even harder. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Ethan smiled at you before offering his hand. “I’m Ethan.”
“I’m Y/N,” you giggled, taking his hand and shaking firmly. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“So… your boyfriend was murdered or was it like… a tactic?” He asked with a smile, knowing full well he was dead.
“Oh no, he’s dead,” you say, eyes widening. “Sorry, I should sound more concerned! I’m not, though, he was an asshole. Do you go to Woodsboro-”
“No,” Ethan says quickly, shaking his head. It could’ve been a lie, you certainly wouldn’t have known that. “I just came to support a pretty girl.” He holds up his coffee, smiling at you.
Normally, he wouldn’t have done that not one bit of him would’ve done that because he’s a fucking pussy, but holding your hand made him confident. You paused as he stared at your face, your eyes flickering down at your hands as you smiled. “Oh yeah? That pretty girl here?”
“She’s real close too,” Ethan smiled widely at you, leaning down to maintain eye contact. “Real close.”
“What did you say your name was again?” You look up at him, biting your lip. “Hm?”
His face turned a bright red as he started to pull his hand away before your fingers moved around him. “Ethan. Ethan Landry.”
Your smile grew. “Well then Ethan Landry,” you tilt your head. “Can I get you another one of those drinks?”
Ethan smiled. “Why don’t I get you a drink instead?”
I know you can see… that you will be mine.
You and Ethan both got into Blackmore University, and while he roomed with Chad, you got your own apartment. You both hadn’t started dating just yet, but he was so close, so so close. He wanted to make you his before the murders started, so that he could… comfort you during the murders. Protect you with everything he had, he was so, so close.
“Y/N, can I talk to you?” Ethan whispered, tugging on your hand while the movie played loudly on the screen, the middle of a sex scene making his stomach twist and his dick hard.
“Hm? Oh yeah!” You paused it, smiling over at him as you raised a brow. “What’s up, E?”
He inhaled shakily, shrugging as he pulled you closer to him. You sighed, hugging him tightly as you laid against his chest. “You know I love you, right?”
You nodded, humming as you looked up at him. “I know, Ethan. I swear… you came at the most perfect, perfect time. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t meet you.”
“Well, we will never have to find out, right?” He smiled down at you, stroking your cheek. “We were made for each other, baby.”
You giggled. “Baby? That’s new.”
Ethan shrugged, leaning down. “You like it?”
You smile, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “I do.”
“Y/N, you… you came into my life at the most perfect time,” he smiled widely, stroking your face as you shifted to lay back. He moved to stay above you, leaning forward to tuck his face into your neck. “I don’t want you to leave… ever. I want to stay by your side forever.”
You gasped as his hands snake around your waist, pulling your body closer to his own as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “You promise? Promise to never leave me?”
You had gotten to the point where Ethan was next to you all the time, he was your support system - he couldn’t leave you. He promised you that, your fingers interlocked in a pinky promise whenever he got into Blackmore and followed you here. He couldn’t leave you, you both needed each other.
“I promise, baby, I promise.”
You looked up at him, moving your hands hooking behind the back of his neck as you pulled him down for a firm kiss. “Were you ever going to get to that part, or were you going to keep talking?”
He smiled, leaning down for another kiss. Your lips were soft and tasted like that cherry chapstick you always seemed to lose - even though he always took it from you - and you bought yourself another one the next time you went to a gas station that sold your favorite chapstick.
He always slipped it on whenever you weren’t looking, throwing it away whenever the layer you put your lips on disappeared.
The taste was addicting though, your taste and the cherry flavor he only subjected you to as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, trying to get as much of your taste in his own mouth. You gasped, back arching as his tongue pushed into the back of your throat, swirling around your own tongue and making mixed saliva gather at the back of your throat.
You choked softly making him pull back, lips shiny and swollen as you swallowed with a clearing of your throat. “St-Still need to breathe, honey.”
He laughs, his hands rubbing your sides. “Sorry. Got a little carried away, didn’t I?”
You nodded before sitting up, Ethan quickly followed as you started pulling at your shirt. He gasped when he saw your pretty bralette, black and lacy with chiffon underneath the only thin material covering your tits. “You did, but it’s okay. I want… I want you, but I’ve never done this before. Have you?”
He goes quiet, unable to answer as he stares at your tits and his hands twitching in anticipation to squeeze and grab at them. You giggled, leaning forward to instead cup his face while your other hand pulled at the hem of his plaid button down that you got him for his birthday one year.
It was easy to pull it off him, his body immediately at your mercy as you pushed him onto his back instead, hovering over his cock before sitting down on him. He groaned loudly, his cock pressing against his pelvis as you leaned forward, rolling your hips into his as his hands held your waist and pulled you closer. He groaned as you leaned down, kissing his lips softly. “Think that’s a no, right?”
He shook his head quickly, staring up at you. “N-No, I’ve never done this before.”
“Sex or seeing a woman naked?”
“I-I… does porn count?” He asked mindlessly, as though it wasn’t the stupidest question in the world, but you laughed as you leaned down with a firm kiss.
“Sure, baby, if you want it to.” You responded, bringing his hands up to your bra as you fixed yourself. “Do you want to take it off?”
He nodded immediately, smiling as you fixed your arms so his hands could slip behind your back and quickly unclasp your bra with a quick flex of his fingers. You giggled as it quickly slipped off, his hands going around the band to finish tugging it off of your body, sitting up to suck at your skin. You gasped as his mouth sucked against your skin, hot and slippery as his tongue dragged over before sucking and digging his teeth into your skin. You gasped as his hands pushed between the both of you, squeezing and cupping your tits as you pressed kisses to his head.
“This something you’ve seen in those pornos, baby? Hm? Playboy magazines?”
He shook his head, grabbing your hips and laying you back against the couch as he stared at your now hickey littered form. “No, honey. This is what I’ve thought about every night for the last year. Thinking about making you mine over and over again.”
You gasped as his hands tugged at your bottoms, slipping into the band of your underwear and pulling them down as you lifted your hips for him to take them off. He stared at the string of arousal that came from your cunt to your underwear, the floral cloth pattern being thrown to the side as he ducked down to press kisses against your thighs.
You gasped as his teeth grazed your skin, his tongue flattening against your cunt making you whine loudly. “Y-You’ve never done this before, right?”
He shakes his head. “No, but I’ll learn. You tell me what feels good.”
You inhaled deeply, nodding as he ran his fingers down your slit, experimenting. He leaned forward, licking down your cunt and letting his nose tap against the hood of your slit and his tongue curl around your clit and his finger push against your entrance. He hummed, watching as your entrance greedily opened up for him, sucking his fingers into you and clamping down almost immediately.
A gasp fell from your lips as he pushed it in knuckle deep, your walls clamping down on him as your thighs spread wider, your hands pushing down as you held the back of his head. He thrusted his finger in and out of you, twisting to push another  finger in and curl them to push into that perfect spot. Your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open as he sucked on your clit, teeth nibbling on the bud before your nails dig into his scalp.
He could feel your walls clamping down on him, the sensitive ring of nerves tightening around the base of his knuckles, his eyes watching as spit gathered against the sensitive bud before spitting against your clit. It must’ve pushed you over the edge, a loud scream leaving your lips as your cunt convulsed around his fingers and your fingers tugged on his hair, thighs shaking as he pulled away from your clit to watch the spit fall down your cunt.
He stared as your pretty cunt convulsed when he pulled his fingers out, a whine leaving your lips as you buck your hips, your entrance fluttering as he sat back. He stared at you, your hazy eyes and your hickey littered form, everything that made you feel good was from him - everything was from him.
“Ethan, do we need a condom?” You whisper, staring up at him as he starts taking off his pants.
“Do you want me to get us one? It’ll take time baby, can you wait that long?” He knew you couldn’t wait that long, there was no way you could wait that long.
“P-Promise you’ll get me a pill?” You whisper, making him nod, smiling down at you as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.
“I promise, baby.”
You gasped as his tip teased your entrance, whimpering as your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to you. “Fuck baby, it hurts. It hurts, it hurts!”
“Did I not stretch you out enough? Do you want me to stop, I can find lube? You have lube, right?” He was asking because he knew damn well that you had vibrators, so you had to have lube too.
“Y-Yeah, bottom drawer in my room, dresser.”
He couldn’t have run faster to your room, quickly digging into your drawer and grabbing the pink tube before running back out. Your fingers were pushed into your cunt, scissoring and thrusting inside of yourself with both hands as you whimpered. “Fucking hell, you never said you were thick and long.”
He laughed as you threw a leg over the couch, sitting in front of you before spitting into his hand and rubbing it up and down his shaft. “Still want the lube?”
“J-Just a bit,” you whisper, staring up at him. “Not too much.”
He quickly opens the lid, squirting some into his hand and the smell of cherries fill his nose. He laughed, smiling. “You’re just a cherry girl, aren’t you?”
You giggle, nodding. “Yeah.”
He spreads it onto his cock, keeping some on his fingers to push it into you. You gasped, whining as he pushed them in a few more times before pulling them out and pushing his tip to your cunt. Your eyes rolled back before snapping his hips forward, wiping them against your clothes on the floor before holding your thighs around his waist.
“Fuck baby, you’re so tight. So fucking tight, you’re perfect for me baby, so perfect. Like you were made for me, remember when you said that? Did you not say we were made for each other?”
You laughed, nodding. “Yes! Yes, I was made for you… and you were made for me. All for me.”
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sahonithereadwolf · 10 months
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Can I tell you about the very queer game I made this Pride?
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In A World That Hates and Fears You, Living Becomes an Act of Rebellion.
Exceptionals is a game inspired by X-Men about and for the spaces and communities marginalized peoples make for themselves. Play as a Geno, one of little less than 0.5% percent of the population that has gone through a mysterious process called Claremont-Simonson mutation, as you try to navigate a world that won’t make room for you. Exceptionals is a game about what the mutant metaphor means to you and the different lenses through which we view it. Punch back and build something of worth together in this narrative tag-driven tabletop role playing game. 🧬Features Open-Ended Character Creation🧬 Mix and Match between (23) open-ended but guided protocols. Answer questions to create high concept and unique super powered characters where the only real limit is your imagination. Get invested in who you make as a whole person, and not just a set of powers. Build a Community 🧬Create a living and dynamic community space full of colorful characters. 🧬 Grow your base as an anchor for other geno and help fill it with the resources they and you need. Understand how your actions effect others and gain trust through the bonds mechanic. It’s a game where you get stronger by growing your community and heal by being part of it.
🧬Comic Book Storytelling 🧬 Play as a creative team of writers and editors working to tell the best version of the story you can over time and storyline-based experience to model changes of the status quo and creative direction. Enjoy panel based action pacing and the ability of characters of all power levels to coexist and carry the same amount of story weight.
🧬Not Pain Tourism 🧬 While Exceptionals offers a number of places to push back, we understand and recognize that the most important part of a punching bag is that you choose to hit it, even if it’s not at all. We recognize not everyone gets to set the issues that the mutant metaphor is used to talk about down when they leave the table and offer many ways to tell stories outside of a lens defined by pain. We also put an emphasis and mechanical weight on the importance of joy and celebration. 📚You can buy the Core Book here:📚 https://bramblewolfgames.itch.io/exceptionals 📚You can buy the Expansions here:📚 https://bramblewolfgames.itch.io/exceptionals-expansion-bundle 📚You can buy the bundle with everything here:📚 https://bramblewolfgames.itch.io/exceptionals-expansion-bundle I didn’t go out with the intent of making this a very queer game. Not explicitly. I started making games because  I got frustrated waiting to feel seen or acknowledged. Another game got me mad about using my peoples stories to be transphobic, to be racist, to be ableist. Nevermind my people have more than two genders traditionally and faced a genocide. That was too much for me. I said this was enough and the quite indignities I suffered to feel included wasn’t worth it. I could do better myself.  So I set out to make a superhero game. I hated just about every comic book game on the market. It never seemed to capture what I did like about big hero comics with high concept storytelling and powers and couldn’t care less on a mechanical or narrative level about who this person was outside the mask. More focused on bashing action figures together and golden age pastiche that doesn’t really reflect the decades of character and genre developments that have happened since then. I later found games that do it better, but I was dissatisfied... I chose x-men for the homies. I’ve always been an x-men fan. A lot of people my age were. My first action figure was one of rogue I got at a garage sale, where she then went on to fight many a play-dough monster. But for many of us it was the first place we were allowed to be heroes. There are no natives on the 90′s x-men team. But I had uncles and older kids all too eager to tell me about Forge and Warpath (I hate that name) and my favorite Dani Moonstar (I ain’t the biggest fan of that name either, but she’s the closest thing mainstream hero comics have to a good NDN).
After that, things just kinda flowed from there. The X-men have such a focus on community. It’s “comics greatest soap opera”. It can be messy, complicated, beautiful and life-affirming all at the same time. They take the time to play basketball, go to the mall, and have birthday parties as they grow. Two of my favorite x-men comics aren’t about fighting at all. One is framed around a sleepover some students have, and another is about a wedding and framed around everyone filming their part of the wedding tape.
So I started thinking about the communities I’ve been a part of. A big core of the game is informed by my time and the people I met in these sort of spaces. As a native, as a queer person, as a disabled person I’ve been both someone who needed them and someone who gave back.
Which suited x-men just fine. X-men has cared about that sort of thing from about X-men #3 with the first appearance of The Blob, establishing it’s tone of sympathy and mutants as a minority analog.
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I just kept going and I didn’t stop. And apparently I did a good job. Someone out there has been using my game as game-therapy and community outreach in a gender health center out in California. I got a lot of kind words for the game too (which is good, because I spent 3 years on it).
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-As featured on; io9/Gizmodo, Kotaku, Listen to Theses Nerds, Team-Up Moves, Yes Indie'd Pod, Team-Up Moves, and The Voice of Dog -#1 Best Seller and Popular on Itch.io in both Analog & RPG Games, Sept 2021
Listen to the Team-Up Moves AP Here!: https://teamupmoves.com/runs/exceptionals "Exceptionals is a beautiful, brilliantly designed superhero RPG. It's truly a masterpiece, and if you haven't checked it out, do yourself a favor." -@PartyOfOnePod
"This thing COOKS, Sahoni doesn't just tap into the queer/minority readings of mutants, but also ties in the weirdness that really gets my mind racing when it comes to X books." -@froondingloom 
"A refreshingly different game, that strikes a good balance between unlimited player freedom and solid guiding handrails. Really gets at the full potential of what the ;mutant outcast heroes' genre should be about: found family, building communities, and lives lived to the fullest despite being lived in defiance." -@guywhowrotethis 
"The whole game oozes love for its inspiration while also going further than they dared...." -@Phoenix24Femme
"Astonishing! Uncanny! All-New! And all other X-Adjectives available. This book gets why one would want to play the Mutant Metaphor in an RPG. It cleverly weaves the power fantasy of powerful individuals with the drive to do good for one's community. It's well-researched, well-written and, well, so much fun to play! This is the superpowered game I've been wanting for a long, long time. I can't wait to tell an Exceptional story of my own!" -@Kokiteno Team-up moves even made a recommended comic reading list. It has some of the best x-men has to offer and then some. It even includes that  New Mutants comic with the sleepover. They read me for filth and I love it.
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I hope you play my game too. I hope you like it. I hope you tell queer stories and build community around you. I hope it’s messy, complicated, beautiful and life-affirming all at the same time. Thank you for reading this. Please reblog if you can as well as share it with x-men and rpg fans in your life.
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tf-boi · 14 days
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Ask and you shall receive . . . sorta. Technically still considering myself on hiatus but I wanted to do a quick story since I didn't want to get rusty.
For @m3ch4s7r1k3r~
This will be a Author X Reader story
It was a crowded hotel lobby but you noticed the me sitting in the corner of the lobby. Normally seeing me wearing unbuttoned dress shirts or in some suggestive pose (my editor's idea), today you are shocked to see me with a black baseball cap, with a light blue hoodie, and black joggers.
Building up the courage to walk up to me I noticed you when you when you were maybe a few feet from me. "Uhhh . . . hi?" I muttered, seeing a person approach me in my lazy outfit caught me off guard. I then I noticed the latest copy of my book, a series of TF stories, wrapped in your arms. "Ahh I see" I said with a smile, grabbing your book and signing it. "Thank you for your support . . . Raymond. Here you go! Thanks for reading!" You grab the book back, heart racing, but standing still. After an awkward moment, I speak up. "Would you . . . like to have a seat? I'm waiting on my boyfriend but he won't be here for a while. Would you like to keep me company?"
Nervously you sit down and introduce yourself.
"Nice to me you" I said with a smile on my face.
"Nice to meet you too! I'm a big fan! Your stories are so hot, where do you get the inspiration for them?"
I tilt my head to the side and place my finger on my cheek, trying to think of an answer. As I thought I take a look at you up and down. Examining every detail of you. Finally I spoke. "Well they are mostly based on true events haha".
"True events?" you said confused "Like you have people roleplaying objects?"
I place my hand over my mouth and chuckled "No as in I REALLY transform people." "But how is that possible?" You questioned.
"Well you see I can use magic. My specialty is transformation magic~" I say with a grin.
You look at my with disbelief, it was already hard to believe this thin twink was your favorite author, but now he is saying he is a wizard.
"Don't believe me?" I say leaning towards you.
"W-well its hard to believe? Magic isn't real?"
"Well there are only a handful of us left, and as long as we don't expose ourselves we tend to leave each other be."
"Then why are you telling me?" You say skeptically.
"Well I was just sizing you up just now. . . you look like my ideal subject for my next story. . . interested in being transformed?" I say with a sparkle in my eye, I run my finger down the side of your face.
You were skeptical at first, but eventually you somehow ended up in my hotel room.
"Glad you decided to join me~" I say looking pleased.
"Yeah sure. . .what are you transforming me into?"
"Well its a secret . . . just play along"
"S-sure . . ." you said hesitantly "You'll turn me back right? I mean I have a job and-"
"Don't worry too much! None of the people I transformed stayed transform since I normally use a reverse spell after I am done. . . though I do have some people who ask me to transform them on their free time too . . ." I said staring at my shoes. "Well here we go" I said, putting my index finger in my mouth, coating it with my saliva and pulling it out. I place it in front of you. "Say ahhhhhh"
You stare at the finger, thinking I'm nuts.
"I need some of my DNA in you for this to work. . . I would normally fuck you, but like I said I plan to meet up with my boyfriend later and you know~"
You think to yourself, worse case I have a part of him in me I guess. You opened your mouth and sucked on the finger. "MMmmm" You moaned as you realized how sweet my saliva was. Like the best tasting syrup. "Ahhh ahhhh" I moaned, enjoying you sucking on my finger. After a few moments more, I pull my finger out despite you resisting. "Well well you sure liked that more than I thought you would."
You nodded and suddenly you started feeling a weird sensation in your stomach, like a warm fuzzy feeling. You don't know what it is but you try to contain yourself. "Ahh . . its supposed to work now but you are resisting . . . gotta calm down a bit dear . . . " I said as I sit on your lap and started making out with you. I wrapped my arms around you and stick my tongue in you. We moan in unison as the warm feeling continues to build in your body. But your mind is slowly going blank, losing control with just me playing with your tongue with mine. Eventually you start to go numb and lose feeling in your arms and legs. They feel as if they were shrinking. Eventually you feel me getting on top of you, or that you are getting smaller. Your body heats up and you feel like blacking out as I remove my mouth from yours.
Moments later it gets hard for you to see, everything is dark. You cannot move, but you feel extremely aroused. You hear some rustling as I dig through your clothes. "Here you are" I say as I pick you up.
"Wow it worked!" I say with a proud grin "Oooh, I think I made you a bit bigger than I had planned . . ."
You grow confused, what did I transform you into?
I walk towards the mirror and you see your new form, a giant cock.
"N-no way thats me!" You thought to yourself, unable to talk. I had transformed you into a disembodied cock, a almost perfect replica of your own, except maybe twice or thrice the length and girth.
"You look pretty sexy now!" I said pleased with my work. You sense a bit of lust in my voice. "Well you were such a good kisser. . . maybe I will reward you . . ." I said opening my mouth wide, bigger than what you thought was possible as I started sucking you, the tip disappearing into my maw. "MMmmm MMMmmmm" I moaned, gripping my sheets of the bed. You feel an even hotter sensation as your feel your body grow. Not wanting to lose to your new cock body, I wrapped my arms around your ball sack and let your shaft get inside of me, your tip now going down my throat as I use my tongue and mouth to suck you off. You feel a warm sensation as you realize you have entered my stomach. You feel a knot growing in your new "throat" as I suck you off. You feel yourself salivating in the form of precum leak out of you into my belly. I moaned feeling it fill me up but I know the best was coming. I continue to suck you off and use both hands to stroke the parts of you out of my body. You feel yourself heat up and barely stay conscious, an insane wave of lust and ecstacy wash over you as you are pleasured by my mouth and hands.
You try as hard as you could to hold on, but you feel the knot in throat release, pumps and pumps of cum gushes out of your mouth (tip) of your dick body and into my stomach. "mmmmmmmmMMmmmmm" I moan as my belly fills up with your love juices. As your balls run dry, you feel your body shrink again and slip out of my mouth. I gasp for air as I caress you lovingly. "Well that was a lot of fun~ Glad you came with me now?" I giggled knowing you can't respond. I get up wobbly with a belly inflated with cum. I pat my stomach as I look pregnant now. "I think I got the inspiration to my new story now. Thanks a bunch." I snap my fingers "Reverse!" I shout, but nothing happens. "Hmmm . . . Reverse" I try again, and again, but nothing happens. "Uh oh . . ." I said closing my eyes. After staying silent as I scanned my body I opened my eyes. "Shoot . . . I should have noticed this, but I guess transforming you into a giant cock took most of my magic . . . I don't even have enough magic to use reverse.
You should be panicking but the thought of staying as a cock aroused you. Without me noticing you got hard again thinking about it.
"Its fine its fine, my boyfriend isn't gonna be back for another few hours. . .I'll just take a magic pill and I'll be charged up in an hour." I say as my phone ring, it was my boyfriend. I answered my phone "Hi babe, hows your meeting? uh huh . . . HUH?" I panicked "Your done early and about a block away . . . sure dear. Looking forward to seeing you soon!" I say as I hang up. "Oh crap, babe's gonna kill me . . . he said no more transforming people when he's not around to watch anymore!" I run around and grabbed your clothes, tossing it into my luggage. "Ok what do I do with you . . ." I say looking at your erect form. Too big for my bag, and my boyfriend has to examine every corner of a hotel room before he can relax, so I can't hide you. "Crap crap crap . . . " I thought as my time was running out. "ah . . . guess I have no choice. . ." I said as I pulled out a bottle of lube that I was saving for later. I squeeze some into my hand and use it to lather you up. You moaned in your mind as I thoroughly spread lube all over you for whats to come. After you are covered I opened my ass up and inserted the tip of your body into me. "ahh ahhh" I winced, not being used to being the one taking it. I slowly inserted you, your body throbbing in joy as you are being sucked into my ass. Eventually I get all of your shaft inside of me. On the outside, an imprint of your cock body can be seen. "Ahhh. . . " I said as the last of your cock goes in me. "Thank god for oversize hoodies. . ." I say as I put my hoodie back on. I put my pants on as well and realized this wouldn't work. Your balls made my ass look awkward. I hmphed and sighed. "Sorry love but . . . " I say as I place my hands on your sack. I push as much as I could and eventually your sack and the rest of you enter my ass. My asshole closes sealing you in. I feel you squirm in both joy and fear inside of me. "Ahh ahh you're gonna fuck up my insides if you keep doing that" I said moaning. "I'll just tell him I'm tired and when he's asleep I'll fix you!!!" Suddenly you stopped moving. I thought you calmed down but I felt a warm liquid fill me up again and trying to escape my ass. "Crap you came again?? Stopp!" I moaned as I clenched my ass to keep everything inside of me.
Moments later my boyfriend opened the door and gives me a hug. "Ray Ray I finished early to see you!" He said lovingly, he felt a warm sensation in my belly region. "What's this?" He said puzzled. "Ahh well you know. . . I thought you were gonna take a while longer so I had some fun with my magic. . ."
My boyfriend pouted "Without me?"
"Sorry babe sorry babe, We'll have fun tomorrow. I kinda went overboard and used up my magic for today." I faked a yawn "Actually I'm pretty tired, I think I'll call it a night early. . . "
"Uhhh no?" My boyfriend looked at me "Tonight's the Erotica Awards and you are attending remember?"
"Oh crap. . ." I thought. Tonight was the awards show, thats why we traveled a few cities over and that was why my boyfriend finished work early.
I snap my fingers and my dress shirt expands to be able to fit my new body. "Thats the last time I mess with inflation magic right?" I said with a nervous laugh.
"Oh you~ Hurry up we'll be late."
As I change and get out the door, I rub my belly again "Guess I gotta fix you later . . ." I thought "Well he's still cumming so maybe he'll be fine . . ."
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Dear @faisonsunreve thanks for the tag. This was definitely a time taking task but so much fun to do. A true time travel to your watching history. To my surprise there are three French films and three Tom Hanks films included. 😄
A few comments about certain choices.
Favorite film of all time: The Thief of Bagdad (1940): The jewel of the film is Conrad Veidt’s insane Jaffar dressed up with the turban.
Best script: Some Like It Hot (1959): The story about two antihero musicians trying to make a living and avoiding gangsters by dressing as women and joining a female band and traveling to Miami is still unique to watch.
Favorite poster: The Empire Strikes Back (1980): Memories from the childhood. Darth Vader’s perhaps a little too epic posture promises you an emotional adventure and that promise will be fulfilled.
"I’ll watch it some day": Napoléon (1927): @missholson and I were introduced to this 6-hour biopic of Napoleon and we were stunned by the shots of the twenty-minute triptych sequence, where widescreen panorama is made by projecting multiple-image montages simultaneously on three screens. Blu-ray is waiting on the shelf.
Big personal impact: Elvis (2022): I wasn’t prepared for the narrative where female gaze and male vulnerability are allowed and validated.
You like, but everyone hates: Angels & Demons (2009): Don’t know today’s reception but when it was released the film was heavily criticized by the critics and the audience. I like both this and The Da Vinci Code (2006), but having more convincing characters, plot and hold for the entirety makes it better than the first one.
Underrated: The Ninth Gate (1999): Polanski is a very contradictory director for his sexual abuse charges, therefore it feels shameful to admit liking his films or considering his films to be valued. Many find Gate as a dull thriller. The film doesn’t rely on jump scares or gore but the mystery around the occult books and the things you can’t see. 
"Why do I like this?": Bachelor Party (1984): This is my favourite question of them all. I discussed with @faisonsunreve about on what basis you should answer this and does it reveal your true movie taste. The 80’s crazy comedy is a silly and out-dated genre and that is why the films of this era fascinate me. Bachelor Party is full of lame humor and over-the-top characters. Yet the storyline is versatile and entertaining. Young Tom Hanks embodies the past. 
Great soundtrack: La Cage aux Folles (1978): Ennio Morricone has said first he has to understand the film, the images, the story and the director’s intentions before starting to compose. I would like to know his study for Folles, because the soundtrack has such a humorous, characteristic and warm sound. 
That cinematography: Furiant (2015): I was balancing between Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011) and La double vie de Véronique (1991), but this short film stands out with the way the rural landscapes, the dimly lit rooms and the unspoken moments are visualized (and edited) by the producer, director, writer, cinematographer and editor Ondřej Hudeček.
Criminally overlooked: Angélique film series (1964-68): Yes, you could put almost any Conrad Veidt film here, however I chose this. I have been fond of Angélique films since I was a child. These spectacles tell the story of Angélique in the time of King Louis XIV of France. Romance, adventure, scheming with breathtaking soundtrack and costume design, beautiful Michèle Mercier in the leading role and the flashy way of speaking French offer us an exquisite interpretation from the 60’s. 
Favorite active director: Peter Strickland: I have seen only The Duke of Burgundy (2014) and Flux Gourmet (2022), nevertheless his style of using the aesthetics of Italian genre films and the intimacy he creates is just heartwarming.
Anyone who wants to make their own version, please do and let me know. 📼📀📦🔦
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Wait you write for alter ego????!!!!! Can you do just any headcannons you have for Es I don’t care what they are I just need alter ego content aaaaaaa
Sorry, I’m not usually like this but pretty lady…. Fhhcssdgkcufxrys
Please take all the time you need, and feel free to ignore my request if for whatever reason you’re uncomfortable with it. Have a great day!!
I am so sorry I didn't answer sooner, I just got my ass kicked with school and the all-consuming apathy. But pog, es is here to help me <3 I decided to write a little thing for Es with an S/O who is a writer! I hope you like it!
You are a godsend to Es and she can't even hide it if she tries.
She's read so many books countless times, but eventually they all become boring. Become as dull as the room she's stuck in.
She begins to realize that they all follow the same tropes. And while she likes them, they've become stale and repetitive.
But then she sees a couple sheets of paper stapled together and she reads what can only be described as an unfinished story.
She asks you about it when you return.
When you eventually tell her that "yes that's mine." She looks so... in awe? Like your amazing?
She asks for the rest.
She's intrigued, and how can you say no? Especially to Es.
The answer is you cant
So as you write, she'll become your first reader for any and all books or short stories.
Also she likes being a second pair of eyes as well as an editor. She's really good at English and Grammer.
Sometimes she gets into one of her..."episodes"
This is where she feels like she's going insane again, and needs you by her side.
Tell her short but calming stories, she'll get a hold on herself soon.
To summarize, Es cares for you dearly, and she needs your creative mind by her side.
With all those twists and turns of yours, she can't help but want to read more, trying desperately to read more into your mind.
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Wait, wrong window.
Repeats everything but into the correct window where you’re standing and magnificently introduces myself for the first time.
Hey~🕺🪩
A bit of backstory for this account. (Feel free to skip this and go straight into the intro below):
I made this blog ages ago to try and connect more with self shippers, but I ended up not doing anything with it because I became inactive in the self ship community (at least until now. I might make a separate blog for that later, but right now I’m focusing on some more important things in my life).
So I tried reforming this place into a “I’ll put whatever I want here” sorta thing, but once again became inactive. And now that Instagram (my main platform) has basically been rendered useless because of the tags not working anymore, I need to find a new “main” to talk about my writing and shit. So I’m trying for a third and hopefully final time to reform this blog, and turning it into a writing/oc blog. :b
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🛸 My name is Rosalind B. Sterling, but you can call me Ross or Ros.
🛸 My age is—slowly looks up at the number twenty looming over me. Dear god. It’s coming.
🛸 I’m a college student. Or at least I’m supposed to be. If my school would just make the transfer process a bit easier, I’ll hopefully be able to make it this semester.
🛸 I’m a demibiromantic asexual, and genderfluid. My pronouns are she/he/they 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️
🛸 I’m Puerto Rican, German, and Scottish.
🛸 I’m also neurodivergent.
I mention all this because I want everyone to know that this is this is a safe space for LGBTQ+, POC, disabled people etc, and I love using my experiences as a person from these groups to write diverse casts of characters into my books.
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💜 I'm an author/writer, editor (mostly developmental), artist (mostly cartoonist), and reader who posts illustrations, writing content, book reviews, discussions, thirst traps of sexy characters 💅, and more. See? You get an enjoyable variety of content here ✨
💜 I primarily write adult oriented stories in the genres: crime, comedy, and sci-fi, while mixing in vintage/nostalgic elements from different time eras ranging from the 1920’s to the 2000’s. I also love playing Cupid and slipping in different romantic subplots with varying levels of spice.
💜 You’ll probably see a lot of morally gray characters, cartoon-style humor, a chaotic/meta writing style with 4th wall breaks, and lots of parody/spoofing in my stories.
💜 I’m a planster, and often don’t know what the hell I’m doing when I write. I just shit something out and shape it into something readable with the help of my many betas and editors who still somehow put up with me to this day (I love you guys).
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I like to read what I like write, except not everything I like to write is available in the book world. So at this point, I’ll read anything as long as it holds my attention for more than a few chapters.
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⭐️ Yep!
My debut novel: "Villain vs. Villain and the Revitalization of the Transtemporal Case" is the first book in my illustrated, crime/comedy/sci-fi trilogy. It's currently on Amazon in ebook format, and on Goodreads. But I’m also in the works of getting the paperback out this month as well as the animated-ish book trailer.
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It’s a story about a time travel scandal taking place in 2005. Jonathan, a black market salesman, is on a journey to clear his name and stop his brother from messing with the timeline. Along the way, he teams up with an undercover agent and go on wacky adventures together as they attempt to reach their goals and hopefully put a stop to their dimension’s demise.
⭐️ I also have a few random short stories on my website blog which can be found here, however, I’m highly considering re-working them as they are all unedited, probably full of errors, and I also wrote these anywhere from months to years ago, so I don’t think they properly represent my current writing all that well.
⭐️ Honorable mention to my Webtoon which you can find here. I haven’t posted anything yet, but have plans to do mini comics with the characters of my Villain vs. Villain trilogy as a way to explore ideas and backstories I couldn’t explore in the books themselves.
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Distant screaming.
Too many my friend...too many. But my main WIP right now is book 2 of my Villain vs. Villain trilogy. I also have a 1920's crime/comedy/sapphic romance short story thingamajig I've got in development that I hope to publish next year. I simply don't have the time, money, or energy to publish book 2 next year as I originally planned, so hopefully this short story will fill in that publishing gap until I get my trilogy figured out.
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💙 I love anything Y2K, scene, noir, neon, synthwave, cyberpunk, etc. You name the aesthetic, I probably like it. (I have waaaay too many eclectic interests and styles so I’ll probably look different in every photo, and I’m putting my bets on it that this account won’t have a concise theme either).
💙 I have a shih tzu/writing partner named Dakota who will sometimes appear on my account. (He loves contributing to my drafts by jumping onto my lap and slamming his paws and ass on my keyboard). Also ignore the half destroyed chair he’s sitting on. He’s responsible for said destruction and is proud of it.
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💙 I currently live in Ohio, and yes, I can confirm first hand that it’s an entrance to the backrooms. The screams from outside keep getting louder too…
💙 Horror is my comfort/self indulgent genre. I would say the same about erotica but I really can’t seem to get into most books I find in that genre for some reason. So I mostly read shitty X reader fics online involving the characters I crush on (who totally aren’t cartoon men in their middle ages).
💙 Music is one of my biggest inspirations for writing. My favorite genres are 2000’s-2010’s pop music, and electro swing. My favorite artists are: Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, Pitbull, Wolfgang Lohr, Swing’it, and more.
💙 I talk…a lot…as you can tell by the length of this blog 🌝
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Welp, that’s all I got for now. I’m still working on reforming this blog, as I said earlier, so there might be a mess of random posts here here as well as an unfinished theme until I figure how the actual hell to use this platform. I sorta wanna post both orginal and fan content like I was doing before, but whenever I dedicate an account to my writing, I feel odd posting anything that’s not OC related. We’ll see what happens.
In the mean time, check my link tree for my other socials, website, and my editing services. If you follow this blog, I’ll most likely follow back because I need friends lmao. No matter your age, the genre you write, where you love etc, come say hi. I really don’t have restrictions on what kind of audience I want since I love everyone and wanna connect with as many writers/artists as I can. Hit up my DM’s too if you wanna chat. I’m always open to have a nice convo.
And with all that being said, welcome to my blog raaahhhh 🦅
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1.02a Wordplay
Director: Wes Craven
Writer: Rockne S. O’Bannon
Cinematographer: Bradford May
Summary:
After pulling a late night to study a new medical supply line that his company is selling, Bill Lowery (Robert Klein) wakes up in an armchair in his living room, tucked in with his study binders by his caring wife, Kathy (Annie Potts). As the family goes through their typical morning routine, Bill finds out that their son, Donnie,  is showing signs of the flu and is mildly confused when his wife says that the doctor filling in for their regular pediatrician is called “Dr. Bumper.” Bill heads to work, but stops to greet his neighbor (Robert Downey), who happily tells Bill that his pet “encyclopedia” successfully gave birth to a litter of nine. At the office, struggling to keep up with his clients and all of the new products he’s meant to hawk, the communication stumbling blocks keep on coming. When Bill heads home for lunch, his wife confirms that he didn’t mishear anything and that the typical word for a midday meal is, in fact, “dinosaur.” Bill tries his hardest to make it through the day, but quicker and quicker his ability to comprehend English degrades. In a single conversation with the office secretary, he goes from “Mr. Lowery” to “Mr. Thunder.” Distressed, he retreats home early but is met with his panicking wife. Donnie’s illness has taken a bad turn and they rush him to the hospital. Bill has to rely entirely on Kathy by this point to communicate with the hospital staff. Bill and Kathy wait desperately to see if their son is going to pull through, while the linguistic barrier that has suddenly cut Bill off from the rest of the world looms in the backs of their minds. Thankfully, Donnie is going to be okay and the Lowerys are able to go home to what is probably the quietest and strangest dinner of their lives. Bill then makes his way to Donnie’s room, where he pulls out a learn-to-read book, mirroring how he ended the previous day, but this time with a more momentous assignment facing him.
Closing Narration: 
“A question trembles in the silence: why did this remarkable thing happen to this perfectly ordinary man? It may not matter why the world shifted so drastically for him. Existence is slippery at the best of times. What does matter is that Bill Lowery isn't ordinary. He's one of us—a man determined to prevail in the world that was, and the world that is, or the world that will be...in the Twilight Zone."
More about Wordplay:
Wordplay started out as an unsolicited script that Rockne S. O’Bannon was shopping around early in his TV writing career. The strength of the script got him the job of Story Editor for the series. And a strong script it was! 
Wordplay has a fantastic build from a mundane occurrence escalating to a preternatural level. The way Philip DeGuere, TZ ‘85’s showrunner described Wordplay was that the story captured a feeling of everyone being in on something that you’re not, and not finding any way out of it. That’s a sound strategy for creating a suspenseful story, but the emphasis on the humanity of the characters involved make Wordplay especially effective. O’Bannon, Craven, and the cast created a lived-in world for the Lowerys. Even though the story is told in such a short amount of time, Bill and Kathy are clearly in tune without any histrionics or romance overselling their care for one another to the viewer. The segment communicates to us how comfortable their domestic situation is through little touches like Kathy covering Bill up when he fell asleep working or the moment when they rush Donnie into the emergency room, and Bill so quickly defers to Kathy when he can’t communicate to the nurse. You feel how much they trust and rely on one another. This is communicated subtly (often not using words, haha!) but the tension of this life being ruined by this sudden-onset aphasia is more deeply felt. Klein is cast against type here, but he truly knocks this performance out of the park.
Wordplay feels like more of a departure from TZ ‘59 than the previous two stories, but the underlying experience that DeGuere pointed out is certainly familiar. Based on that principle, the first original TZ episode that came to mind to pair it with is Mirror Image (S1E21), but I’d love to hear if it evoked any other stories for you! Maybe Sounds and Silences (S5E27), but inverted to be about a likable character in a happy marriage?
Side note, but as someone with auditory processing disorder, I wonder if O’Bannon might also have it, because things like “fasten stepdad” and “Hinge Thunder” pretty precisely capture how I mishear things. It’s not always prisencolinensinainciusol. 
Before seeing this installment, I was already aware of Rockne S. O’Bannon because of Farscape (1999), but it was news to me that he also created Alien Nation (1989) and seaQuest DSV (1993). Like, how was I not aware that so many shows I loved in my childhood were the brainchild of this one guy?! Anyhow, it was very cool to look back at O’Bannon’s start in TV speculative fiction with the knowledge of what a huge creative force he would be in the following decades. I haven’t seen the show O’Bannon is currently working on, Evil (2019), but that also seems very up my alley! If you’ve seen it, let me know what you think! Is it worth checking out?
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Things to do while waiting for that mail from your editor/publisher
Okay, so I sent my editor a summary of what I planned to do with my upcoming project.
She responded a couple of days later with questions. Cool so far. We discussed everthing and I send her a revised summary. Cool Cool again. Then things got inbetween on her side (I started writing anyway. It´s my project after all and they are basically buying the thing as a finished product not one they can make decisions on plotwise). More things got in the way on her side - no definite Go from her/the publisher. Ah, well. New editor takes over to speed things up and discusses the project in her team. That was days ago, the original mail being like a month ago, and now I sit here and .... wait? I would love to just keep going with my "I don´t actually care too much about it all and will do my thing regardless"-attitude but the restlessness took over yesterday and there´s no stopping it.
So, here´s what you can do while you wait:
enjoy the time off (haha, good luck telling your writer brain to chill)
read other peoples shit (yes! go for it! I´d recommend a thick book to keep you occupied for a while or short stories if you can´t decide on what to read)
get away from your desk and go outside (seriously though, do it!)
clean your space (an off-topic thing to focuse on but not too much)
call your writing bestie and rant - then cry - than rant - then hang up and binge a series
find out which tea you really like. take your time, test thoroughly
What NOT TO DOOOOO:
give in to the impulse of starting something new (I´m not talking writing-wise, I am talking life-wise. This is just a matter of a couple of days, okay. It makes no sense to plan a trip around Europe or start a University degree ALTHOUGH researching stuff like that might make your brain feel like you are doing something useful and not wasting time. BUT SERIOUSLY don´t act on it. Don´t buy the cheap second-hand boat and cruise along the North Sea coast to Amsterdam where they have the best bookstores in Europa and arguable the coolest vibe, although let´s be fair in terms of vibe-check France would win. Italy on the other hand wins on "coolest history" like you could fly to Venezia and follow Giacomo Casanovas escape routes from various lovers apartments. don´t ... don´t climb up in the rooms though. There are people living there. Fiorenze: what a city! Rome not so much, but I´m an atheist and yk idk it just doesn´t get me. All three of these countries fall short on cinnamon buns. Seriously. Best cinammon buns are made in Iceland. But I would probably not survive a sailing trip to Iceland. then again Columbus did so... I´ll just check which route he took and
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Writober 22 16 - Blood
Summary: Avery and Moses can get a little messy in a fight. Can Varric still put that in the book, or is he going to need to attach a content warning?
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The nice thing about the Hanged Man was that they didn’t care if you came in covered in blood as long as you weren’t still bleeding.
“Fuck, that was nasty.”
“Of course it was, it was the Wounded Coast.”
Avery rolled her eyes as she hopped off her brother’s shoulders, landing with a hearty thump to the dirty floor below. If the barkeep minded, they didn’t say anything – just kept attempting to clean the same dirty mug. Somewhere a drunk was complaining about the noise, but she couldn’t see them. Out of sight, out of mind.
“I’ll get the drinks. You just tell Varric we made it.”
Moses nodded as he headed off, his footsteps far quieter than hers thanks to the fact he didn’t wear heavy armor and didn’t have something to prove. She watched him go before turning away to head towards the bar and grab something to drink to help numb the pain of another successful adventure.
Pain was meaningless when she got paid for a job well done. Did that make her a masochist? Eh, she could ask Jethann later at work…
The barkeep nodded to her as she approached, still wiping that mug. “Hawke. Thought I heard you drop in.”
She flashed them a fanged grin as she leaned on the bar, careful to make sure the blood didn’t make the dirty top even worse. “Figured I’d drop by to see my dear friend Varric. Just need the usual for me and the big guy.”
It didn’t take long for the mugs to appear and for coin to be exchanged. Avery gave them a wave as she grabbed the mugs and began to carefully carry them through the pub. While she did, she glanced around. A few she recognized from the Rose, but they weren’t particularly notable. She only remembered the names if she had to toss them out multiple times, and even then it didn’t always stick.
She had something of a one track mind, so the minor details didn’t always stick.
Regardless, up the stairs she went to the Hanged Man’s largest room. All things considered, she could understand why Varric didn’t want to hang out with his brother where the dwarves lived in the city. The pub was far more interesting in her opinion, plus he got to hide from his editor. She had never met the man, but whoever they are they didn’t like going into Lowtown too much.
It was probably someone she’d like to fight, but that would wait until Varric finished the next chapter of Hard in Hightown. She was dying to know how it ended.
Varric was at his desk like always as she approached, a stack of papers full of writing pushed off to the side. Moses had taken the chair he fit into, leaving the one that suited her just fine. She handed his mug to him before settling into her chair and taking a deep sip of her drink.
Yep, felt like death – a Hanged Man classic.
“I still have no idea how you can drink that, Hawke.” Varric chuckled as he watched her. “Is a side effect of being a reaver you lose your tastebuds?”
Avery snorted as she put her mug on the nearby table. “No, it’s because I’m Ferelden. Dogs can drink anything.”
Well, she was technically only half-Ferelden… but she hated Leandra so fuck her.
“As long as you didn’t get it for me.” Moses took a sip of his drink as well before putting it aside. He didn’t die, so clearly the barkeep hadn’t screwed that up. “What did you want to talk about, Varric?”
The dwarf was in the midst of scribbling something down. Moses’ words caused him to pick up his head, and for the first time he seemed to realize the state of the two sitting in front of him. His eyebrow quirked as he processed the details, and he glanced from one to the other. Finally, whatever conclusion he came to, he shook his head.
“I’m going to guess none of that blood belongs to either of you.”
The half-elf glanced down at her dirty armor – her breastplate was particularly spattered with blood, and her boots and gloves were positively caked in it. Moses hadn’t fared much better – the blood had soaked deep into his robes, particularly at the edges of his sleeves. Both of them also had blood splashed across their faces like secondary kaddis, but Avery also had some around her mouth.
Also, they kind of stank. Blood was smelly.
“Guess I didn’t notice how much got on me.” Avery nodded her head to Moses. “Little help with that?”
Her adopted brother nodded, and then his eyes glowed a deep red. The tingling started along her hands, her toes, and soon covered the rest of her. This was the point Avery usually closed her eyes, more out of instinct than any real reason. Something about spells just made her feel like doing it, like she thought it would make it work better.
Maybe it did, she never kept her eyes open during magic so what did she know?
When she opened her eyes again, her armor was clean and so were Moses’ robes. The blood was gone from his face, and a quick rub of her cheeks showed that she had fared the same. The only thing left now was her kaddis – no magic could get that shit off.
“You do good work, Moses.” Avery stretched, listening as her armor clinked. “Anyway, no, none of that belonged to us. It got a little messy on the Wounded Coast on the way back, nothing we couldn’t handle of course.”
Varric chuckled at her words, and she watched as he grabbed a new piece of parchment and dipped his quill. “Care to share how that happened?”
“So we’re just here for material.” Moses’ voice was flat, but Avery knew better that she was shit talking. He shrugged in the end and took another sip of his drink before putting it aside once more. Maybe he thought the alcohol would loosen him up.
That, or he was waiting for her to tell the story.
When he didn’t say anything, Avery got the hint. Despite herself, she snorted as she tilted back her mug for a deep drink. Once it was done, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand – somewhere, Leandra was cringing – and smirked.
“Fine, I’ll tell him. You just sit there and look pretty.”
Then she glanced over towards the dwarf, who had his quill poised and ready to go. “Alright, here’s what happened…”
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“Ok, this time I swear, no more chanter’s board missions.”
“You said that last time.”
Yeah, she had… but the money had been good and it hadn’t sounded hard. Who knew that going to get some dude’s grandma’s great grandma’s amulet would put them face first with a fucking cult of cannibals they’d have to fight?
They should put that shit in the fine print or something.
This time, it was just herself, Moses, and their dogs. Everyone else had either been too busy or down with a cold that had been going around Lowtown. Since they were the only two healthy people they trusted for this sort of thing, it had led to them heading out on their own.
Not a big deal, they worked well together.
“You sent that one’s head pretty fucking far, though. I swear it bounced.” Avery suppressed an almost lusty giggle as she adjusted her spot on Moses’ shoulders. Thanks to her position, she could use her elf eyes to her advantage and scan ahead for advance notice of danger. So far, she was just seeing rocks, leaves, and the ocean. Nothing was really piquing her interest, but it was wise to never let your guard down on the Wounded Coast.
Below her, Moses let out a satisfied noise at the praise. “You cut one in half with your shield. Did you sharpen it before we left?”
“You know it!” She chuckled as the dogs barked below. “Sounds like Chewy and Dog had fun too. Looks like they’re going to need a bath later, though. Somebody rolled in dead people and they stink~!”
The offending parties whined at the “b” word, but there was nothing they could do about it. Leandra would throw a fit if the house smelled like corpses, and she liked to make things easier on Orana if possible. Sure, she was going to get soaked… but she could probably use the bath too after the long walk.
That was at least what she told herself to make up for how wet she was later.
“Your dog is a bad in- “Moses stopped moving. “Up ahead… do you see anything?”
Avery cocked an eyebrow as she glanced off into the distance as requested. At first, all she could really see were more rocks and bushes. However, one of them wasn’t moving right. Animals didn’t hide like that, and she saw a flash of metal as something sharp looking poked out of the brush for a moment.
Animals didn’t wear plate mail.
“There’s at least one of them.” She lowered her voice. “Doesn’t look like they’re packing magic. How do you want to go about this, go around or just deal with it?”
Unfortunately for them, they weren’t going to get that decision. The sound of an arrow releasing from a bow caused Avery to pulled out her shield to block the oncoming projectile. Then two more flew, stopped by Moses’ quick barrier. There were at least 3 on the cliffs by her approximation, and who knew how many on the ground.
Talk about getting cocky and walking ass first into an ambush.
Moses’s staff was glowing as Avery stood on her brother’s shoulders, sword unsheathed. At the next sight of movement, she jumped clear from her position and let gravity do the rest. She crash landed hard on the man who had jumped from the bushes, armed with a heavy looking maul and dented, pitted armor.
He didn’t have much use for that maul as she brought him crashing to the ground, breaking his neck. What a pity.
“Alright, I killed this one. Anyone else want to try sneaking up on us?”
There was a growl to Avery’s voice as she cleared the body, sword and shield at the ready. Her answer came with two daggers thrust at her from a hiding space in the cliff wall. One she managed to block, but the other sent out a spray of warm blood as it slid across her right arm. Red began to drip down her armor, spattering her shield, as a woman with two daggers approached.
“Big mistake, asshole.” Avery smirked as she felt the familiar sensation boiling in her stomach, as if her entire body was heating up. “You’re going to regret that.”
Then she was off, faster than before, sword digging deep into the woman’s neck and driving her to the ground. The half-elf pressed hard, blood splashing her armor as she heard the familiar crunching of bone and the wet plop as the head separated from the body. She kicked it towards the cliff, watching as it splashed to the oceans below.
The fish liked eyes, so they’d have fun with that.
Still feeling the battle rage, Avery glanced around and spotted one of the archers behind a tree. Her reaver-aided reflexes powered her over, and soon she was face-to-face with a terrified rogue who dropped their bow.
Something about an angry, activated reaver scared people. Was it the teeth? Or was it the blood lust that called for her to rip people apart with her bare hands?
Nah, it was probably the teeth. They were pretty sick.
“D-Don’t hurt me!” They held up their hands. “I-I’ll tell you everything! Who hired us, who- “
Avery grabbed them by the neck, fingers digging in as she held them high above her head. Their eyes were wide as they tried to pry her claws from their flesh, but it was no use. With a grunt, she swung back and bashed them into the tree, hearing bones break as their body went limp. A crumpled body fell to the ground, blood leaking from puncture wounds in the neck.
Just in case, she crushed their windpipe with a hearty stomp. Never could be too careful with rogues – they played dead.
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Across the field, Moses was locked in a similar battle with the party’s hidden caster. Spells were flying a mile a minute, battering the barriers and sizzling against the rocks. His opponent preferred primal magic, and they had some skill for it. Their fireballs were blazing, and the ice made his fingers ache from the chill.
Plus there was lightning. He hated lightning.
“You must be a fool to think an apostate like you can stand up to me!” the mage laughed as they hurled another spell. “I was recruited from Montsimmard specifically for this mission!”
Moses responded with another blast of his staff. “Didn’t think they let circle mages out for assassinations.”
“Oh, when the target is worth enough they will. You two have made some powerful enemies across the sea.” A barrier stopped his spell before it could hit. “A lot of coin changed hands for this.”
No doubt because he was a circle mage, he wasn’t used to being in the sun. Sweat was already dripping down his brow, which he wiped with his hand. It left a bloody smear as he moved his hand away and returned it to his staff. There was blood there too, either from a caster’s blister bursting or from battle damage.
It was enough.
Moses smirked as he spotted the blood and pulled back for a second. It was easier to do this with his blood, but as long as it was warm and there was enough he could pull it off. If he was smelling it right, his opponent still had an open wound.
The magic tingled in his blood as he ran his finger along a sharp edge of his staff. Blood dripped into a special divot, and then the whole thing glowed red. So did his bleeding hand as he extended it towards his opponent.
“Lay down your arm.”
The mage’s eyes widened as their bleeding hand began to waiver, dropping to their side. It caused the staff in their hands to drop to the ground too, and the barrier wore off thanks to that. They were open for attack now.
“You… you’re a blood mage!”
Moses definitely rolled his eyes as he powered up a new attack, blood singing in his veins. “Did your employer not tell you?”
Guess they wanted to cut corners. Talk about shoddy assassination attempts.
Oh well, it didn’t matter. He clenched his fist, feeling both his and his opponent’s blood bubble. For him, it was a comfort – he knew this magic well. For the other man, it was no doubt terrifying. And it was only going to get worst as he clenched tighter, blood dripping down his fist and into his staff.
It was always a sight to blow someone up with blood magic. Luckily, he had his barrier up so the chunks didn’t hit him.
Moses wasn’t finished yet, though. There was more blood on the field now, enough that he had something to work with. He sliced another finger open and let it drip to the ground, mixing his blood with his fallen foe’s. Soon, it began to glow as well, and he glanced around. There was an archer not too far away, definitely within range.
He clenched his fist, and then the gory lance fired. Off in the distance, he heard it collide with the archer and felt the blood splash against his magic. Then they went cold, and there was nothing left but fresh blood.
Just one left.
Luckily, he didn’t have to find that one. A thump of a body drew his attention as Avery reappeared, a woman laying face down on the ground in front of her. She was still breathing, but that didn’t say much.
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“Found her.”
There was still a growl to Avery’s voice as she grabbed the woman by the collar and hauled her up. She was still alive, but trembling. Perhaps that was natural – she was facing a reaver and a blood mage who very much wanted to get home and get paid.
Plus, you know, she’d seen her party be ripped apart, exploded, and impaled with their own blood. It was a little hard for normal mercs to get used to that kind of thing, or so she had been told.
Really, it was embarrassing. Someone should’ve broken the bank on this one.
“You two are monsters!” Her voice trembled. “He said it was just a simple assassination! Nobody was supposed to die!”
Moses’s finger was still bleeding as he approached, glowing red like his eyes as a warning sign. “You were cannon fodder.”
Avery nodded, smirking enough to show her fangs. “Sucks to be you. Now, why don’t you tell us who hired your little gang for amateur hour?”
The archer trembled like a bowl of jelly at the sight of the bloodbath in front of her. No doubt she knew what was coming. Her options were telling them and probably die, run and definitely die, or take a running start into the sea. Either way, she wasn’t walking out of there.
Which option would she pick?
“I-I…” She swallowed hard. “I won’t- “
And then she screamed. Avery was many things, but patient wasn’t one of them. Add in the fact her reaver mode removed some of her self-control, and things got a little crazy. Apparently, today’s crazy involving biting someone in the shoulder.
At least it was better than the neck.
“You’re worse than Dog and Chewy.” Moses didn’t sound too disappointed as he approached, hand glowing as he healed the wound. It was all a show – proof they could keep doing this for as long as possible. They called it healer and biter, and it got rave reviews for information gathering.
Nobody they inflicted it on liked it much, but they usually died after so who cared?
The shivering woman placed a hand over her healed shoulder and tried to back away from her attacker, but she didn’t get far. The dogs were nearby, growling and showing their fangs. One word, and they’d go for it.
Not much room to run.
Her eyes glanced back to Moses. “It… it was Lord Seymour. He had a brother in Kirkwall you two killed for… for…”
Avery supplied it for her. “For abusing his servants and using one in a ritual to try to bring back his wife.”
“Didn’t work, by the way. He just summoned a demon who wore his face like a badly made hat.” Moses shook his head. “Took forever to kill that one.”
And they didn’t even get paid, because Aveline wouldn’t give them money for doing her job for her. Iat was a bit of a sore spot, honestly.
The archer’s eyes widened at this. “No! He said… he said…”
Her eyes filled with tears. “He… lied to us, didn’t he?”
Avery groaned, slapping a bloody hand to her forehead. “Maker’s ass, it really was amateur hour. Where the fuck is Lord Seymour, I’m using his tongue to clean my fucking boots when we’re done here.”
She shot the woman a glare. “I can’t kill an incompetent, doesn’t reflect well on my record. If you get the fuck out of my face in five seconds, maybe you’ll survive the way back to Kirkwall.”
Moses nodded at this, eyes finally losing the glow. “We’ll handle your employer.”
And by handle, he meant tear the fuck apart. It was implied, of course, but it was there.
Their would-be assassin clambered to her feet and sprinted off, no doubt well on her way to facing whatever hell awaited her on the Wounded Coast. With any luck, she wouldn’t tell her employer about this.
Even if she did, they were still coming for him.
The large mage shook his head as he turned to his adopted sister. “You’re getting soft. Last year you would’ve thrown her off the cliff.”
“I know, I’m a regular bleeding heart.” The glow from her eyes was gone now too, and she yawned as she sheathed her sword. Then she glanced around, lip curling. “Fuck, we really made a mess of the place didn’t we?”
She had seen slaughterhouses that looked less gory on processing day, and that was saying something. There were mage bits everywhere, and off in the distance there was a new corpse missing a head. At least the carrion crows would have a fun seek-and-find meal on their hands when they caught the scent.
They were practically humanitarians for all animal kind at this rate.
Avery felt her pants tingle as Moses removed the blood with the last of his bleeding finger. Once that was clear, she hopped onto his shoulders to continue their journey home. There was a new item on their to-do list, and with any luck they’d find a lead when they got back to the city.
It shouldn’t be too hard – Lords usually had big houses with their crests on them. Made it downright easy to find them honestly.
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“And that’s how it happened.”
Varric had filled four pages with notes by the time she had finished He capped his ink well and put them aside so they could dry. With any luck, he’d be able to take the good bits and turn it into something interesting.
Maybe they could get royalties out of it.
“The gore’s a little much for my readers, but I think I can make it work.” He leaned back in his chair. “So, I’m guessing you’re looking for this Lord Seymour next?”
Moses nodded as he finished the last of his drink. “We’ve got a lead to look into thanks to the archer.”
“Not only that, but someone also saw him at the chantry in Hightown. Guess he was praying for his brother’s soul or something.” Avery drained the last of her drink with a long gulp before wiping her mouth on the back of her hand again. “We’re heading there next.”
The dwarf chuckled at this. “So kind of you to stop by to tell me of your adventures before you have more, gives me time to rest my wrist.”
Couldn’t have their favorite writer getting carpal tunnel, now could they?
He watched as the two stood, mugs in hand. “Don’t get too bloody this time, you two. You’ll make them suspicious.”
“I make no promises on the matter, Varric.” Avery waived over her shoulder as they left him behind, depositing their mugs at the door. It was back out into Lowtown they went, a goal in sight and a propensity for violence brewing.
With any luck, he’d be inside his house. Made the screams and blood spatter easier to hide when they were on someone else’s territory.
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2: are you a pantser or plotter?
i am a huge pantser. i really cannot outline bc otherwise i will lose all of my momentum immediately. how i write is basically the equivalent of making a bridge that stretches into a void. i can lay a decent amount of planks before me. i may even have moments of being able to see what's ahead, and knowing where i'm going. but generally, i come to a point where i cannot lay any more planks until i take another step. that's how i write. i can figure out some steps in a scene. i might even be able to know what's coming in the next scene. but, sooner or later, i have to start writing.
3: computer or pen and paper?
yes. i write sequentially on my computer (in google docs, to be exact) but occasionally i write out of sequence scenes on paper. i find that i often brainstorm different scenes before writing them down, but if i want to actually capture those thoughts, i need to put them somewhere outside of my brain. so i write them.
11: books and/or authors who influenced you the most
...thing is, im very, very bad at reading. if i read something, unless i read it ten thousand times, i will not remember any of it. and i don't have the brainpower to read something the first time, much less reread something so much it really influences my writing. i am much more influenced by film and tv rather than books, honestly, since im actually able to finish those. the thing that has influenced me the most in a very surprising way is the breakfast club, specifically allison and andrew's dynamic. the fact that andrew is very clearly seeking allison's attention, being emotionally vulnerable with her (even when she's throwing it right back in his face), and giving her big goofy grins before she's even said a word to him is just. god tier.
16: how many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project?
fun fact, i have never finished a project bc i have only recently been learning how to cope w my adhd, so i have no idea! currently i've been doing two layers of mini-edits before posting my work onto ao3 (once being run through the software hemingway, once being checked in the ao3 text editor.)
22: who is/are your favourite pairing(s) to write?
so far, thorne and birdie in my (yet unposted but definitely on the way) wip acronyms are super fun to write. they're super adorable nerds who are awkward but super cute. can't wait until i have to force them to share a room lol
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Gyldendal Publishers Ante-chamber ,  Copenhagen * -  Morten Schelde , 2001.
Danish. b. 1972-
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* Gyldendal publishers in Copenhagen,  The room I’ve depicted is the famed ante-chamber, where you’d imagine the young authors waiting, sweat in their hands, to meet their editor.
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Head Space
Pairing- Cillian Murphy and Reader- not based on his real life
Part 16 - More here
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The next morning, you woke to the sound of tapping on your door. "Mummy! Mummy! Let me in," Lily shouted. You sat up with a start, naked. "Shit," you breathed out, looking to your right, Cillian was still there.
Shit," you said again. Lily couldn’t see him here."Mummy is coming," you shouted. Cillian groaned, turning over still sleeping.
Diving out of bed, you threw your robe on. Unlocking the door, and quickly closing it again. "Morning my beautiful princess," you smiled at her, stroking her face.
“Hi my bootiful Mummy," she giggled, unable to pronounce beautiful.
"Why did you lock the door, Mummy?" she asked, innocently.
"I must have done it without realising," you lied, "Now come on, we only have twenty minutes,"
Quickly making her breakfast and showering. You crept into the room, to retrieve some clothes. Cillian was awake. "Morning," you whispered, "Sorry, just grab some clothes I'm late for school,"
"Morning," he smiled, "Thought I better stay out of the way,"
"Thanks," you whispered, rushing back out, and grabbing Lily's packed lunch. Making it to the gates just in time, you gave her a hug and made your way back home.
You wouldn't see her now, until after her visit with her Dad. It was going to be a long day. You just hoped it went well, she seemed to be looking forward to it. You tried to remain positive, as you chatted on the way to school about it.
Letting yourself back into the flat, you hoped Cillian was still there. But were met with silence. With a heavy heart you climbed the stairs.
There he was stood in the kitchen, making breakfast. The table set, coffee in the pot, bacon under the grill. "Oh, hey, thought you might be hungry," he smiled. Walking over to kiss you.
"This is a nice surprise," you grinned up at him. "Thought you might have been scared off, by me locking you in the bedroom,"
He shook his head, stroking your cheek. "No, I enjoyed it," he winked, cheekily. Taking off your coat, your phone beeped. Reading the message, your face paled.
“All ok?" Cillian asked, as you sat on the chair.
"Fucking supervised contact, really? You stupid bitch! Call them and tell them she can come to mine,"
It was from Matt, you showed Cillian the message. "Fuck," he breathed out. "Call your solicitor and tell them, or the police," He suggested, as it beeped again.
"Don't fucking ignore me either, you know what happens when you do that,"
"Y/n, this is serious. Call them," he pleaded, taking your hand, trying to comfort you.
"Is it worth it, Cill?" you questioned, "How long will the supervised contact last? Then he will be back, turning up. What if he takes her again?" You could feel your blood pressure rising.
He sat with you, pulling you into his arms. “I have a lawyer, I can get them to deal with this." He suggested, trying to help.
You shook your head, “No, I can’t get you involved is isn’t fair. I will call Tom the solicitor,”
Taking your face on his hands, he kissed you gently. “I am involved, and I want to be. I’m not letting you go, or walking away from this,” He was so caring, always trying to reassure you.
After breakfast, you spoke to Tom who was going to inform the police. There was to be no contact between you and Matt. Everything had to go through the court now.
"I have to go and get Scout," Cillian announced, putting his coat on. "Why don't you come with me?"
You checked the clock, you were off today. And were waiting for your editor to get back to you, on the latest book chapter. So actually had no plans. He could sense you were unsure.
"I will have you home in time for Lily, I promise," taking you into his arms, he kissed you again. And you felt safe, that was all you wanted. To feel safe and loved.
“Ok,” you agreed, “Just let me make myself look a bit more presentable,” you laughed going off to get changed. He had got an Uber to your house, after the pub last night.
His brother had gone and got Scout, taking him back to his house. Cillian had said you would pick up the dog, and go back to his. You put some nice underwear on just in case. Still not sure, if you were both together or not.
Taking a cab, to his brothers you hung back behind him, nervous.
Meeting his family was a big deal. After not being together very long. But with all of the drama your situation brought, it was the least you could do.
As the door opened, Scout went crazy. A man standing before you both, with the same eyes as Cillian. “Hi, you just be Y/n,” he smiled at you, as Cillian fussed over his beloved dog.
“Aw, yeah, Pad, this is Y/n. Y/n, my younger and very irritating brother Paidi,” He shook your hand as you said hello, he seemed very welcoming and friendly.
“Come on, I will make a coffee, get to know each other,” Cillian took your hand leading you through the house.
Try and seem confident, don’t say anything stupid. You told yourself.
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Be My Light- Chapter 6: Truth and Lies
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*Genre: Mafia, angst, slow burn, eventual smut (?)
*Warning: Mentions of violence, death, drugs 
Author’s Note: Hi Everyone! I won’t lie, this chapter was difficult. Not because of the subject but because of the world just seeming to want to test me. But I do hope you like it. We are about to learn some back history of the Mafia families as well as what is expected of our girl from here out. My editor wanted to kill me at the end of this. I hope you enjoy it! it is a bit long but after the wait, I hope it’s fine. How are the boys reading to you guys? Last chapter, we got to meet Hwasa. This time, we get to meet someone a bit less... intense. Once again, thank you to all those who had left me a comment or reblogged this. We have reached close to 1500 hits on AO3. THAT”S MIND BLOWING. Leave me a comment with what you liked. I love interacting with you guys. Love you all. Borahae!!
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                                          Chapter 6: Truth and Lies
Annyeonghaseyo! Bangtan Sonyeondan-imnida
                       You froze. Your suspicions had been confirmed, officially. And it was worse than you expected. These boys were a part of a gang. But not just any gang; they were the most notorious mafia group in all of Central. You couldn’t turn on the television or read a news article without their name coming up. Even your coworkers had mentioned them when discussing some of their patients. You had counted yourself among the lucky few who hadn’t been around any gang activity outside of the hospital. But now, you had placed yourself directly in front of the worst. No wonder Choi was so intent on killing Suga. Then it hit you; based on all you had seen, Choi must have been the head of another gang. Which meant that you ran into the middle of a mafia turf war. You couldn’t have done any worse, could you? The only saving grace you could cling to was that Choi had no way of knowing that it had been you that had called the police and hid Suga from him. Of course, you were the one who blocked him when he infiltrated the hospital. But you were just a nurse doing your job while the hospital was on lock down, doing what any other observant employee would do. Surely, that wouldn’t cause you any trouble, right? In one fell swoop, you had gone from a quiet background character to stuck in the spotlight that was focused on imminent danger. Why was life so unfair? Had you not suffered enough over the past year? Could these boys, who seemed so friendly and sweet, be as brutal and ruthless as the stories claimed?
           You guessed you really couldn’t judge a book by its cover.
           Your mind was buzzing with some much that you hadn’t noticed your breath starting to race or your hands shaking like they were in an earthquake. You only noticed when you felt someone’s hands take yours. RM looked concerned as he tried to assure you everything was fine. You really wanted to believe him. But your mind kept racing. Your professionalism was being put to the ultimate test and you were sure you were failing.
           A chuckle brought your attention from your anxiety-driven imagination back to the men before you. Jimin’s angelic façade had altered with the appearance of a mischievous smirk. “Judging by the look in those pretty eyes, you’ve heard of us,” he remarked as he tilted his head to the side, golden hair spilling across his sharp gaze.
           How is this the same person?
           You had learned that any professional in this line of work knew how to keep a mask of indifference when patients said something shocking. Though, you doubted any of your coworkers had been trapped in a room with seven men who could make you disappear in more ways than you cared to think about. You caught Suga’s eyes, narrowed in a judging way. As if to challenge your earlier statement to him. The logical part of your brain countered that that was when you thought he was just a general punk who ran into trouble. Not a member of a Mafia family.
           However, the combative part of you wanted to wipe that look off of his face.
           “I’d have to be living under a rock to have never heard of you!” Though, you mused, none of you fit how the news describes you. You continued to the group after a calming breath that RM prompted you to take, “But as I told him, when you enter the hospital, what you do on the outside doesn’t matter.”
           “And we appreciate that. We know this is unusual and scary,” RM assured you, “but you don’t need to worry. We are not going to do anything. No funny business. We are just family visiting our brother. Remember what I told you last night? This is a safe place. We’ll make sure that it stays that way. And the only thing relating to our ‘business’ is what we as a group have decided to tell you.”
           “As a group, huh?” Suga fixed RM with a cold stare that spoke volumes. Despite allowing RM to introduce who they really were earlier, he still had some feelings about the situation. “Can you give us a moment, Y/N? There is something we need to discuss, privately.”
           You perked up at his request. As much as your combative side wanted to win, the sensible one came surging back to take control. Despite how nice they were being, they were still dangerous. And you were at your limit for dangerous experiences. You needed to separate yourself. Technically, they had requested you be his nurse so they could talk to you. Since you had done that, you shouldn’t be needed, nor did you want to discuss what RM meant about repayment. And you could live with the unanswered questions if that meant you would be safe. You had to get to Henry. If he truly cared about you, he would not force you into anything if you felt unsafe.
           And Suga had given you an opportunity to escape, whether he meant to or not. And you would be stupid not to take it. You had to think about your safety now. And being in this room with seven incredibly handsome men who claimed to owe you a life debt may not be the safest course.
           “Of course,” you answered, trying to keep your voice even and professional, “that may be best. I feel like you have a lot to talk through. I’ll just step out. Maybe I could make you guys some tea. That should keep me busy so you can talk freely without some stranger hanging around.”
           “I don’t think you’re strange,” V commented, flashing you a big, boxy grin as he looked you up and down.
           RM was still locked with Suga’s gaze. “Thank you, Y/N. That would be nice. We won’t take long.”
           “Oh please, take as long as you need,” you said as you moved towards the door.
           Because I need enough time to run and hide.
           “I’ll go with you, Y/N,” J-Hope said, hopping up from the couch and crossing over to you before you could protest. He pulled the door open for you.
           Well, there went that plan.
           “They don’t need me in here for this,” he continued. “Besides, what kind of gentleman would I be if I allowed you to do all that work after all this?”
           You clenched your jaw and nodded, trying your best to keep your professional mask from slipping and showing your disappointment and fear, and led him from the room.
           Once the door was shut again, you went to start down the hall towards the small kitchenette. You only took one step before you felt him grab hold of your arm, halting you. You turned and saw the smile had disappeared, replaced with something more serious. He pulled you back towards him. What was he doing? Was this why he really went with you, so he could scare you into submission?
           “Please don’t hurt me,” you found yourself pleading before your brain could process what was happening. “I’m not a fighter but I can bite…”
           You found yourself crashing into his slim chest and his arms wrapping around you in a tight hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. He leaned, heavily, against you. You hadn’t expected that at all. And you found your cheeks growing hot in embarrassment from what you had said. Though, he seemed to ignore it.
           “Thank you,” he said, voice full of emotion and relief.
           You found yourself relaxing and patting his back in acceptance. For a moment, he wasn’t J-Hope of Bangtan. He was just a normal person who was thanking you in a simple but effective way. His embrace was full of so much unspoken gratitude that it was comforting. And you let him hold on for as long as he needed to. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice.
           “I’m sorry,” J-Hope said when he let go and stood up straight, “I’m just really thankful for what you did. When Taehyung called us and told us Choi was at the meeting, I got worried. He’s always had it out for Suga-hyung. And I got jumped by him last month, so I knew what he was capable of. So when Jimin and Taehyung came back with an unconscious Jungkook and no Suga, I feared the worst. Hyung would put himself in the way to save the babies, you see. We just felt so helpless and lost. If I hadn’t been tasked with keeping the two soulmates from having a double panic attack, I would have gone after that bastard, no matter what it meant for me. Suga-hyung is my best friend, my brother, and I would never want anything to hurt him. And when you answered his phone, it was such a relief. I don’t think there’s any way to repay you.”
           You reached out and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. I didn’t do this to be repaid. I’m just happy that I could help.”
           J-Hope pressed his palms against his eyes, trying to keep his emotions from further spilling out. “Sorry, it’s been a rough couple of days. I’ve been so focused on keeping the babies from freaking out that I couldn’t process my own emotions.”
           “It’s fine, really. I see a lot of emotions here so don’t worry about that. It shows how much you care. I’m really sorry about what I said before. I really didn’t mean it.”
           His smile returned as he chuckled softly. “It’s okay, I get it. Being in a gang, it’s a given to have people think the worst. That’s why we only tell people we trust. Just don’t bite me though. I’m not into that. Unless I’m the one doing the biting.” He winked at you, before bursting into a fit of laughter at the shocked look on your face. “I’m kidding! Just trying to lighten the mood.”
           Before your face could get any redder, you hurried down into the kitchenette and started making the tea. J-Hope was quite helpful as he listed off the other’s preferences. Apparently, Suga liked his strong, Jimin and RM loved sugar in theirs, and Jungkook would prefer the juice he saw in the fridge to tea.  You would like to say that you and Amber were as close as could be, but you couldn’t list off her perfect cup of tea the way J-Hope could for six people. They must be closer than you thought. As you set up the cups on a tray, he started telling you a story about when RM had tried to make tea for a sick Jin and left the kettle on for so long that all the water had evaporated and burned a hole in the bottom. With that, you understood why Suga had RM in his phone as ‘God of Destruction’. As he talked, you found yourself relaxing more and more. Which you thought was odd, since the knowledge that they were still a mafia family was still fresh in your mind. There was something about J-Hope that just made it seem unimportant. Maybe that’s where the name ‘Sunshine’ came from.
           Once all the teas were finished, you left the kitchenette and made your way back towards the room with the tray in your hands. J-Hope had tried to take it from you, but you insisted. Though, he did swipe his cup of tea and the bottle of juice before you could stop him. When you stood in front of the door, glad he was there to open it for you, he held up his hand to halt you. The smile had slipped from his face again and he was all seriousness again. He must be worried about what may still be happening in the room. He dropped the bottle into his large pocket, motioned you to stay quiet, and opened the door just enough to not be noticed. The room still felt tense and you could hear them still locked in conversation. Clearly, J-Hope didn’t deem it as private as Suga had and motioned you closer to watch with him.
           “Hyung,” RM pleaded, “I promise that Jin-Hyung and I talked about this all night. And we both believe that it’s the best course of action. Please, try to be understanding.”
           “Why tell her at all? We’ve never felt the need to open up before.”
           “There’s never been a civilian before. Normally, it’s someone who wants to work with us or someone who owes us that are so willing to jump into the line of fire.”
           “I just don’t see the point in telling her anything. Wouldn’t that be safer?”
           “She risked her life to help you. Surely answering some of her questions is a simple start.”
           “Oh, in that case,” Suga said, sarcastically, “by that logic, we should include the doctor who patched me up.”
           “Hyung, I already have something for him. But this is not the same thing.”
           “Then just pay her off like you did when Moonbyul and the others helped Hobi.”
           “And how much is your life worth?!” You saw J-Hope flinch as Jin raised his voice. “You know for a fact that, unlike Hoseok, he was not going to let you leave that building alive. You almost died, you jackass. That girl ran in with no other motive than to help you. And according to Joon, she stood up to Choi when he snuck in under a disguise to finish you, all to protect you before she even knew what you were. She put herself, albeit unknowingly, in the direct line of fire. Unlike when Moonbyul and Shownu stepped in, she gained nothing nor expected it. The very least we can do is to make sure she has the information to help herself if anything comes from her decision.”
           “He’s right,” RM agreed. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t think it was necessary. You didn’t see how Choi had her pinned when I got here last night. And yet she still protected you, when others would have believed him. We don’t need to talk about everything. We’ll just give her the basics and go from there. I’ll handle it. Just trust me.”
           “Hyung,” Jimin piped up, eyes pleading with his elder, “she did what we couldn’t. She got to you and protected you. I think it’s a good idea. Based on her reaction, she had no idea about us until then. Even if she did, she didn’t let anything happen to you. I don’t feel like she’s going to do anything. Our name carries enough of a threat to dissuade her from saying anything if that’s what you’re worried about. We can handle that if it comes to that. But it’s different than before. Please, hyung.”
           “That should do it,” J-Hope whispered to you. “No one can say ‘no’ to Jimin. It’s like a siren song. Especially when he gives you the eyes. Even if hyung is stubborn, he will cave for Jimin.”
           You could believe that; even you could feel the pull of Jimin’s voice imploring Suga to do anything he wanted. It must be nice to have that power to make someone do something with just a bat of an eye or the sweetness of that angelic voice. And as expected, Suga sighed and rolled his eyes, making Jimin smile. “Fine,” he grumbled, “I’m out numbered anyways. I just hope this doesn’t turn out to bite you”
           “It can’t be any worse than running into the middle of a gang war to save your ungrateful self,” V lovingly joked, earning him a sharp glare from the so-called ungrateful one.
           “Moving on,” Suga muttered, shifting the conversation and his attention towards the shadow who remained on the couch. His eyes were locked on the floor, and he was hunched over. He looked miserable. “Jungkook, what’s going on with you? I don’t get a ‘hello’ after all this?”
           The room seemed to hold their breath for the response. J-Hope was hyper focused on the youngest, which gave you the impression that this was not normal shyness, that it bordered on abnormal. The shadow hugged his arms tighter around his body, knees bouncing, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. He was stuck between wanting to speak and wanting to just vanish into his depression. Jin went to go scold the younger for his attitude, but RM held him back. It wasn’t something the eldest needed to interfere with. It was something Suga needed to do. And he was going to figure it out.
           “Listen, I guess you’re upset with me,” Suga continued. “Are you angry that we didn’t finish the mission? Or that I didn’t follow the escape plan? Or could it be that you’re pissed we let Choi get away? Whatever it is that has you acting like the world is over, I apologize.”
           “It’s not that,” he said in a whisper that you had to strain to hear.
           “Then is it because I scared you? It’s not like I planned for that. But I’m sorry. So, please, don’t hate me anymore.”
           Jungkook’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “How could you say that? It’s not you, hyung. I could never hate you.”
           “Then, tell me what it is so I can fix it.”
           “It’s me. I’m the problem,” he admitted, his shoulders sagging from the weight of his own guilt and shame. “If it hadn’t been for me, you wouldn’t be here. If I had been more observant, you wouldn’t have had to jump in front of a bullet for me. When we were running out to the car, we were supposed to stick together. You were already hurt, and I left your side. Jimin-hyung and Taehyung stayed together, took care of each other, and were able to get out safely. But I left you in there. Look what Choi did before she stepped in. I should have done my job and protected you, not some civilian. But I didn’t and you almost died. What good am I? Hyung, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”
           He thinks Suga getting hurt is his fault? Seriously, are they really this dangerous gang if they feel guilt this strongly? Choi didn’t seem to care about anything, you wondered.
           “So, that’s what this is all about,” J-Hope muttered. “When he woke up after Jimin and Tae brought him home, all he wanted to know was what happened to Suga-hyung. Barely conscious, and that’s all he was concerned about. But once Namjoon came back after talking with you, he told us about his injuries. And Jungkook went all quiet. This morning, it took us literally dragging him from his room to see him. I thought he was just in pain but he’s never let that stop him from being with the others. Even downstairs, Namjoon had to lead him up. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have set foot in this room.”
           You remember going through all the messages last night after RM had left. The one labeled, ‘My Favorite’ had asked you for an update and how ‘no one will tell me anything’. After that, that contact name didn’t send any other message as the others had. You concluded that it must have been Jungkook. And once he got his answers, that’s when his guilt started.
           Suga shifted to sit up straighter and reached his good arm out for Jungkook. The youngest stared at the gesture with large, shining eyes. He didn’t look as if he was planning on moving, but Suga was not to be ignored. Slowly, Jungkook stood and moved within arm reach, eyes still down casted like he was preparing for some kind of reprimand. But Suga grabbed the fabric of Jungkook’s hoodie and pulled the youngest into an awkward hug. He held on tight.
           “Don’t talk like that, Jungkook. Knowing the outcome, I wouldn’t change anything. I made you run ahead. I would do anything to make sure he couldn’t get to you, even if it means getting beat up. One of those bastards told me they cornered you in the stairwell. I was worried they would finally get to you. I couldn’t live with that guilt if you didn’t get out. I’m so glad you’re okay. So, don’t keep blaming yourself for this. As long as you are alright, that’s all that matters.”
           It took a moment for his words to sink in, but then, the tension seemed to drop from Jungkook’s body as he clung to his hyung. The feeling in the room changed as the others relaxed. J-Hope’s smile broke out across his face as he watched the scene. And now, you were even more confused about this so-called Mafia. They were closer than most families you saw walking in, they held guilt for their actions, they felt so genuine. Perhaps it wasn’t right to think all stereotypes were true.
           J-Hope, finally, pushed the door open and bounded into the room. “Aww, so cute. I should have brought a camera!”
           Jungkook’s ears glowed a deep red color as he stood up straight and Suga rolled his eyes at his companion. J-Hope flung himself around the youngest and smothered him back down onto the couch, fussing over him and teasing. You followed him into the room and started to pass out the drinks. You had swiped some mild painkillers from the nurse’s station and handed them to Jungkook.  He, shyly, accepted them from you with a soft ‘thank you’ that only made J-Hope laugh even more as he passed him the bottle of juice from his pocket.
           “Alright, enough with the cute stuff,” RM said, gesturing for you to have a seat. “Shall we get down to business? Where shall we begin?”
           “I suppose wherever you feel is best.”
           “Sure. Just let me say what I can assume is obvious; what we talk about in here, stays in here.” You nodded. “Okay, let me ask you a question. Do you know anything about the Great War?” You shook your head. “Almost sixty years ago, there were no Mafia families, no feuding, no wars. The whole country was pretty peaceful if you can believe it. The country was governed by one family with three sons; they became known as the Big Three when the trouble started. The family’s hope was that the sons would work together to keep the country and its citizens in perfect balance. Clearly, that didn’t happen. Each son wanted total control. But they weren’t going to get it just by asking nicely. In hopes to deter the inevitable, they were given a section of the country to manage. You can probably guess how that turned out. The Big Three wanted more and more, so in order to seize, you need an army to prove you were stronger. And that is how the first Mafias were created.”
           “So, it started because of egos?”
           “Isn’t that what all wars start over,” he asked, flashing you a nonchalant smile. “Anyways, the Big Three were stuck in this never-ending loop of skirmishes that all had the same outcome. They all determined that they needed more bodies. But they could only look after so many. So, whomever was deemed the most loyal General got to create their own gang under the big boss. Think like a tree branch that has a bunch of little one splintering off of it.”
           “Is that where you guys come in?”
           “Not necessarily. See, the Big Three didn’t care how they recruited their army. So it wasn’t long before the whole population was either dragged away to be forced into service, threatened with violence, or shot dead. The balance that was desired was destroyed and the country was going down. The Great War did nothing but cause so much pain with no sign of ending. Until some people with enough determination tried to push against the chaos. Civilians and those who ran from the secures joined their own gangs to protect themselves. Eventually, more and more opposed the Big Three, until even some of their own trusted men turned on them. Two of the brothers stepped down and dissolved their empire. But the last was too power hungry.  He became unhinged and implemented more and more devilish methods to break his new recruits as the years when on. What ended his reign was an assassination executed by his youngest and most trusted General, known as Ji.”
           You couldn’t help but notice the distain that crossed everyone’s face at the name.
           “So,” Jin interrupted, “after years and years of pain and death, the Big Three were defeated. But the new problem was that the country had become so used to the Mafia regime, that it couldn’t just fall back into how it was prior to the Big Three’s uprising. The city went into chaos, Mafia families against the unaffiliated gangs against civilians. Ji’s group decided to take on the responsibilities of trying to bring everyone together. In an effort, they gathered the heads of the largest or most powerful families and set down borders and rules to help enforce the safety and bring peace. Like Hallowed Ground, for instance, that way no innocent lives would get hurt.”
           “Then, history decided to repeat itself,” RM continued. “Ji was tired of no one respecting him, despite what he had accomplish or was trying to do. Slowly, he became as ruthless as his maker. No one wanted a second coming of the dark ages, so many of the independent Mafia families started fighting back to protect their territories. Our group started coming together ten years ago and were a main target of Ji and his Royals due to our past dealings. And we, also, made their job as difficult as we could. Soon, we were the head of the Uprising against him. And after a devastating blow against them eight years ago, we led the other families to push the Royals down. After three years, our uprising succeeded, and the Generals all scattered. Ji never left the battle ground.”
           You nodded, letting all of it sink in. “Ok, got it. I mean, I could have guessed they were bad news from the way he cornered me. Makes sense psychos would come from psychos. But why would you willingly walk into somewhere with those guys after fighting them for so long?”
           “Here’s where we get to fill in some gaps about what happened from when the guys left out hideout until now. See, over the last few months, henchmen of the Royals, known as Suits, have been acting up. A week ago, we caught some kid they scared into spying on us to find the location of our hideout. Sadly, the kid was no good against Suga-hyungs surveillance system. After their defeat, the Royals have been hurting for bodies, so they requested a tradeoff: the kid for money. Normally, we would have done the trade on Hallowed Ground. But they insisted their men needed the security of their own turf. Jimin and Taehyung have told us their side. Take it from when you guys split up.”
           “We were trying to get to the back stairwell,” Jungkook continued, his voice stronger than the last time he spoke to you, but his eyes were elsewhere. “I was trying to make way through all the chaos, but one of Choi’s Suits got in my way. He had me so distracted, I never saw Choi aiming at me. Next thing I knew, Hyung had shoved me out of the way and got shot in the shoulder. I was able to get us out and I figured it was best to follow Jimin-hyung and Tahyungie-hyung down through the floors. The Suits were everywhere. I was able to hide us in one of the shops on the second floor trying to figure the best way out. But they were swarming. I wanted to try and lead them away and double back for Suga-hyung, but he pushed me to go. He said he would meet me at the car. So, I started to head towards the fire stairs, but they caught up with me. They blocked me from all sides. The only way out was to bust out the window and jump, and just keep running. I think I lost them after weaving around in the alley ways. I remember making it to the meeting point before everything went dark.”
           “He got a severely sprained ankle from the landing,” Jin listed off, “as well some bruised ribs and deep cuts from the glass. All of them have cuts and bruises. But that is to be expected. Not to mention it could have been worse. Now, what exactly happened to you?”
           “After I made Jungkook leave,” Suga answered, “I tried to just make my way to the exit. I set off a couple traps to distract them. But someone grabbed me from behind. They must have beat me up pretty bad; everything then is still fuzzy. But I remember hearing a gunshot, so I assume that’s when he shot me in the side. And there was a flashing light. But that’s all I remember about until I, somehow, made it to the ground floor. I was bleeding so bad that I kept slipping. I could hear someone behind me, but I kept going. That’s when I noticed her crouching with a crowbar. She actually beat one of the Suits that found us so bad that I’m not sure if he got up again before the police arrived.”
           It was hard not to notice Jimin and Jungkook looking you up and down, trying to imagine you swinging a weapon around to take down a highly trained gang member. “He said some things that really affected me. I’ve never done that before.”
           “We’ll try not to get on your bad side,” Taehyung said with a giggle. “What were you doing there anyway?”
           “I was on my way to the bus stop. I had an early shift and don’t have any other mode of transportation. I knew it wasn’t the best part of town, but it was all I could afford. I have to take the early bus because of how far it is from the hospital. I had just made it when I saw a car speeding away and heard the gun shots. I knew it was stupid. Even when I was in there, hearing all the chaos, I was trying to run away. But when I saw how hurt he was, my protective side took over. I hid us behind a counter when that monster came stalking. And when the cops came swarming in, I kept pressure on the wounds until they got him here for Dr. Na to take over.”
           “What about when Choi came here? How did you stop him? He’s so slimy, he normally gets away with his lies,” J-Hope asked. RM nodded in agreement, wanting to know the answer as well.
           “Oh, he showed me a fake police badge. I think my dad had taught me to see the difference. Speaking of, should I be expecting the real police anytime soon? I’d prefer to be prepared so I don’t forget to omit all this.”
            “Knowing RM,” Suga grumbled with a roll of his eyes, “he made a few calls and pulled some strings. Don’t worry about it.”
           “What do you mean ‘think’ your father taught you,” RM asked over Suga’s comment.
           You let out a sigh, shrugging your shoulders as you contemplated how much to tell them about such a sad part of your past. But since they had shared so much with you, you figured it was fair. “I was involved in a car accident two years ago with my dad. I was the only survivor.”
           Jungkook looked at you with large, sympathetic eyes. “We’re sorry to hear that.”
           You waved him down. “Thanks, but it’s ok. I don’t really have a lot of memories from before. I do get some flashes here and there. But when he showed it to me, I just… knew. I was hoping he’d just go away after I sounded off some legal stuff that any police would understand. I’m really happy you came along when you did.”
           “It was no problem,” RM said. “Though we may have to keep an eye on you just in case.”
           “Oh,” you shook your head, trying to be polite, “that’s not necessary. I’m sure he’ll forget about me. I’m pretty forgettable.”
           “Not from where we’re sitting, you’re not,” Jin commented. “Besides, ensuring you’re safe is the least we can do. We are indebted to you, after all.”
           “No, really, you don’t need to do that. There is really no need to be indebted to me. I just did my job.”
           “Oh, come now,” V said, leaning further into the couch with his arms stretching behind his head, eyes dancing between playfulness and pure seduction. “Surely there is something you want. You know who we are, and what we are capable of. Money is no option. And it would be a pleasure.”
           “I’m fine really.” You could feel your heart racing as his eyes burned through you. “I mean, unless you have some magic way to get my memories back,” you laughed. You noticed them pass a look between each other, and Jimin looked unhappy about it. “Honestly, though, it’s not necessary.”
           “At least, let us take you home tonight. Just to make sure everything is alright,” RM implored. You gave him a nod, though you weren’t really sure how comfortable you were with a gang knowing where you lived, even after all the close conversation and little gestures that you wished changed your mind. “Excellent. Now, is there anything else you’d like to know? Otherwise, I think we need to meet this Doctor Na and hear what he has to say.”
           “Yes,” Jin said, crossing to Suga to examine the bindings. “I’d love to know what his limitations are, so I know how far to push this one’s punishment. Seriously, you are so lucky you got shot in this shoulder and not the one with your mark. It would have been much harder to fix.”
           “Mark?”
           RM rolled up the sleeve of his jacket to show a dark, lined tattoo on the inside of his wrist. It was two trapezoids that looked like a door opening. “Each mafia family has their own insignia. Those a part of the main family always had it somewhere to show their devotion to the family. A lot of the new generations of gangs have opted for a more permanent, discreet way. So many people nowadays have tattoos, so it’s easy to walk around the public and not draw so much attention. We all have one in different places.”
           “Want to play doctor and find mine,” Jimin asked with a devilish wink. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the shade of pink that rushed into your cheeks, or the shy way you tried to look anywhere but at him.
           J-hope elbowed him in the side. “Spoiler alert: it’s on his ribs,” he said, earning him a whine from Jimin as he reverted from the devil back to the large eyed innocent, who was mad his hyung ruined his fun.
           You decided that was the que to go find Doctor Na. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take before one of them made you say something else embarrassing. You excused yourself and made your way back towards the nursed station to locate Henry. To your surprise, he was just stepping off the elevator. Seeing him after the long morning with the notorious gang was like a breath of fresh air. He was normal and safe. You gave him a brief run down, leaving out everything gang related as requested. He gave you a smile and assured you that everything was going to be fine. It was enough to relax you. While he went to check on his patient and talk to the rest, he told you that Jax was going to go over a new schedule with you and there was some paperwork that needed your attention. He promised once he was finished talking with the seven guys, he would find you to check up on you. He was being so considerate. This was what you needed to focus on, not the dangerous, handsome strangers, no matter how nice they seemed.
           Jax had informed you about the change to your schedule; until further notice, you were under contract of Mr. Kim, which one you were not sure, and would be overseeing the care of Suga until they determined your service were no longer needed. You would help with rehabilitation, as well. You would start in the morning and be allowed to leave in the evenings. After he was released, you were to do some inhouse care until Mr. Kim terminated your services. Your pay was being taken care of by Mr. Kim, and it was far more than you were currently receiving. Jax had pulled some strings to get some more help so you wouldn’t need to worry. When you tried to request that you could return to your regular shift and have someone else help the Kim’s, Jax looked at you like you were insane for turning down the amount of money they were offering. Without explaining the real reasons you didn’t want to accept, you just sounded foolish. You wish you could talk to Amber. You felt like you had no other option. Jax had you sign a bunch of different papers, from release forms to nondisclosure agreements. It took a while to read through all of them.
           Once all had been signed and reviewed, you felt so overwhelmed. Half the day was gone, even though it felt like it should be much later after all that. You hoped Henry was finished talking and whatever checkup he needed to do. Maybe he could help you. Or maybe you should take him up on his offer to get you some antianxiety medication in place of your old since he was still looking. Either way, you found yourself heading back up. You needed to do what Henry had tried to tell you before; just try to look for a positive. You tried to focus on your dinner date. It would truly be your first major step forward. Perhaps you could look at that as your reward for putting up with the good-looking mafia. You wondered what he wanted to talk to you about. Was Amber right and he liked you way more than you had actually anticipated? Or were you just getting your hopes up? No. No more self-doubt. There had been enough of that with your ex. Good or bad, this was better than Daniel.
           When you stepped out from the elevator, you walked over to the nurses’ station and filled out some chart information. You had just started when you heard a door open. You leaned over and peered through the glass of the doors that lead to the hall of rooms. Henry had left the room, with RM behind him. Both were having a quiet conversation, but you couldn’t hear anything. He must be whispering to not disturb the other patients. You noticed RM look around before leaning closer to Henry, face serious and lips moving fast. Whatever he was saying seemed to be important. Then, the Mafia leader reached into the pocket of his jacket, and you could see him withdraw something. He dangled it in front of the doctor’s face. It was a small plastic bag filled with a white powder. You watched Henry’s eyes go wide before he loudly exclaimed, ‘is that euphor…’, before RM forced his hand over the doctor’s mouth, looking around wildly. RM was dealing U4-1A? Was he the one spreading it among the city? It was a gang drug. And if they were paying your new salary, their money had to come from somewhere. Your distrust and caution came surging back in. This just proved they couldn’t be what they seemed to be. You waited for Henry to push him away or tell him off. Only, to your horror, to watch him open the bag and examine the powder between his fingers. He lifted his fingers and smelled them, only to look at RM in disbelief.
           If you didn’t know any better, Henry looked happy. He shook the Mafia leader’s hand! He put the bag of drugs in his pocket! Henry was using U4-1A? No way! How could he after all he had witnessed? From where you were, you could make out that Henry had asked if there was any more and RM answering that he would have more soon, as long as he does his job. You felt like the rug just was pulled from under you. Henry, this paragon of perfection, was accepting illegal drugs from a Mafia boss. You weren’t sure who you were angrier at; the members of Bangtan for luring you into liking them when they were the ones behind the number of U4-1A cases that filled the ward, Henry for accepting it with a smile like he wasn’t the one trying to help those cases, or yourself for believing that either party was something to trust after all you had been through? You weren’t going to be able to look at Henry the same way after this. You felt conflicted; You should tell the director and have Henry dealt with. However, Henry was one of the few doctors making progress in the surge of cases. If Henry was removed from the hospital, other doctors wouldn’t be able to take on his load. It would do more harm then good to report him. You had terrible luck. And after this discovery, you were questioning your luck with men, as well.
           “Oh, Y/N.” Henry’s voice broke through your internal struggle as he pushed through the security doors. You noticed him wipe his hands on his coat, as well as the lumpy outline of the baggy in his pocket. That intensified your rage. Then it hit you; if you couldn’t rat him out without hurting others, you could remove yourself from his focus. “How long have you been back?”
           “Long enough,” you answered, curtly, busying yourself with the paperwork so you didn’t have to look at him.
           “I hope it wasn’t too long. I know it can be boring out here.” His sincerity made your heart hurt. “I’ve finished with our patient for now. I know it’s only been a day, but he seems to be healing just well. Mr. Kim has requested some privacy for a bit so they can spend time with their companion. He doesn’t require his next round of medications for a couple of hours, so they said that would be enough. Which means, you will have some free time. You’re welcome to monitor the floor and assist any of the other private nurses, or just hang around. Or, if you like, I get a break in another thirty minutes, and we could get lunch?”  
           “I have paperwork. Besides, I am not hungry.”
           “Oh, okay, that’s fair.” You tried to ignore the disappointment in his voice. He shook it off. “You really are a dedicated worker. Especially, with the circumstances. Everything is overwhelming. I suppose Jax went over the new schedule they set up for you, right? It’s not too bad. You come in at 7:00 am, hang around with the patient, then go home after his evening medications are administered around 8:00 pm. It’s long but it’s consistent. It seems like some of them are going to be hanging around, so you will have someone to conversate with since it seems like our patient isn’t so talkative. But if any of them give you any trouble, you let me know and I will not hesitate to take care of them.”
           “Thank you, Dr. Na. But I can handle them.”
           That seemed to grab his attention more than your cold behavior. He looked at you with such confusion as he closed the gap between you. “Hey, is something wrong? Did something happen? You can talk to me.”
           You refused to look at him as he tried to catch your gaze, knowing the hurt in his eyes would break you. “Nothing’s wrong, Dr. Na. We are at work, so we should just behave a such, don’t you think?”
           “I guess. But, please, talk to me? I’m sorry about all this weirdness. I tried to get you out of this but they didn’t give me a choice. Look, I promise I will make it up to you. I’ll take you to the best restaurant in town on Friday, and you can have whatever you want. I’ll make sure to treat you extra special after all of this. Anything to get that smile back on your pretty face.”
           You stepped away from him. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I will not be able to go with you. Now, if you excuse me,” you tried to move behind the desk, ending the conversation, when he reached out and grasped hold of your hand.
           “Wait, what happened? Please, Y/N, tell me what I have done wrong so I can fix it.”
           You whirled around, eyes flaring with rage. Why couldn’t he just take the hint. “Gee, maybe accepting drugs from a criminal was a wrong step. Did he help you find ‘euphoria’?”
           His eyes went wide as the color drained from his face. “You saw that? I can explain. Please, it’s not what it looks like?”
           “Oh, so it doesn’t look like the head doctor in charge of trying to save the addicts, that are out of their mind with this sex drug, doesn’t have a bag of white powder that was given to him to by a member of a crime syndicate? Because that is exactly what it looks like. No, you don’t get to try and talk your way out of this. I can’t believe you would do this. I really liked you. You were one of the few people who were there for me. How long have you been doing this? Always or after how many patients did you have to see before you got curious? Actually, never mind, I don’t want to know. I may have metaphorically shot myself in the foot and am, now, stuck helping these guys. But you literally have lost all respect for me when you took that and asked for more! Don’t try to talk your way out of this. You know all I’d have to do is scream and someone will come, and everyone will know about you. So, I will tell you how it’s going to happen. I will work with you, professionally. And nothing more; no little conversations outside of patient updates and absolutely interaction outside of that. I will say nothing about this, and you will leave me alone.”
           You didn’t give him time to process before you dropped your finished papers on the desk and leaving through the elevator. Your whole body was shaking from the rage. In the past day and a half, you had lost yourself in emotions you didn’t realize you could have. Emotions you wished you could have unloaded onto your ex after what you had gone through. You needed to get some air and calm down. You wiped some stray tears from the corners of your eyes. It was so hard to see someone you had all but idolized, someone you had been so close to, someone you had could see getting romantically involved with fall so hard. Perhaps this was how it was with Daniel; you couldn’t remember what had drawn you two together in the first place, only that he was there for you. Maybe you weren’t supposed to have a relationship. Your anger was starting to calm into a smoldering emotion in the pit of your stomach as a wave of depression washed over you. You were trapped in a deal you couldn’t remove yourself from, in more possible danger you couldn’t even begin to fathom, and the one positive you thought you have turned out to be rotten. You wanted to see Amber. Perhaps she could talk you out of talking a walk off a short edge.
           The elevator opened on your old floor, still bustling with people as it always had. Since Mr. Kim and his lackeys had requested privacy, who knows what they were really up to, you had time to do whatever. You wanted to see if Amber still had a break around this time and go have a nice talk somewhere. Or you could go hide in the locker rooms and cry out all your frustrations. Thankfully, you caught a glimpse of her messy hair at the desk. You were so distraught that you barely noticed anyone else as you raced over, dropped in the chair next to her, and wrapped your arms around her like a koala.
           “My baby returns to me,” she cheered, hugging you back with all her might. “Girl, you need to dish. What the Pineapple is going on? Jax just redid my whole schedule and won’t tell me anything. I cornered Henry earlier asking about the mysterious Agust Doe since he has disappeared from our computers along with you, but he isn’t talking. Now, I hear that you are not on the shift board and that you’re doing some private care for some V.I.P upstairs. What is going on?”
           “So much is going on. I had to sign a bunch of NDAs and pretty much signed my life away. And I feel like I’m trapped and could really use a hug,” you whined into her shoulder. “I really wish I could tell you everything. What I can say is that the guy I saved has six powerful friends who are paying me more than I make in three years to take care of their friend. But they are so intimidating, and I can’t stay in a room with them for more than a minuet without feeling like I’m going to die. And now I’m concerned that someone’s going to find me and make me pay for just trying to be a decent person. So long story short, I’m not having fun.”
           “Oh, you poor thing,” Amber cooed, letting you whine as much as you needed. “So what you are saying is, I’m going to need to supply you with a bunch of cheap wine to get you to tell me about all the NDA stuff, huh?” You nudged her with your knee, knowing she was kidding but never putting it past her if she really wanted to know. Amber had her ways. “Hey,” she continued, trying to lighten the mood, “just think about that hot date you have with the most perfectly handsome man in the hospital on Friday. That will make all this bad go away.”
           You made a noise before moving away from Amber, the look on your face all telling.
           “What happened,” she asked, all worried that she was about to have hunt someone down, “what did he do? Did he say something bad? Do I have to hide a body?”
           “No,” you moaned, shrugging your shoulders to make it seem less than it was. “Let’s just say I found out something that really changed my mind about dating right now.”
           “What, does he have some freaky fetish?” You set her with a look that made her laugh. “Okay, I’m sorry. No jokes. But I am sorry about that. You seemed so interested. But don’t worry. There are better people out there. We can start friendly and work our way there. And speaking of friendly, you remember Chris, right?”
           Your head shot up. You were so lost in your own misery that you didn’t even realize that Amber had been talking to someone when you walked up to the desk. In front of you, with a polite smile and messy brown hair, was Amber’s friend Chris, Chris with the cute accent. You sunk further into your chair. You had met Christopher Bang once before, briefly, not long enough for him to get a good impression from you. Surely, he had an interesting take on you after all this. Amber had talked about him a few times since you had moved to Central; it hadn’t been the first time she had mentioned him while trying to get you to start dating again.
           “Hey, how you going? Sorry you are having a bad day. From what Amber told me, you’ve had a wicked time, yeah?” Yeah, you mused, his accent is kinda cute.
           “Chris came around to say hi to a friend of his. But no one told him that she got released yesterday. So, we’ve been talking about work and plans to hang out this weekend. Oh, and the new tattoo he wants to add to his sleeve.”
           Oh boy, you rolled your eyes, thinking back to the talk you had with Bangtan, everyone who has a tattoo I’m going to think is part of a gang. Like either of these two would ever do something like that.
           “It’s too bad I missed Sana,” Chris sighed. “I went to the trouble of making all of her favorite foods to cheer her up. It would be a shame to have it go to waste,” he dropped the full bag he carried onto the desk. Your eyes went wide at the delicious smell that radiated from it. Amber pretty much attacked the bag. “Not sure if the hungry one mentioned it, but I work at a restaurant in the inner city with some of my mates. It’s kind of like halfway house for runaways. Our motto is ‘we make stray kids stay’, help give back to the community. Give them a job, a purpose, an avenue for creativity. We do pretty well for ourselves. Maybe when you guys are not too busy, she can bring you by so you can see us at work.”
           You tried to ignore Amber’s coy, pointed look. Seriously, what was with her trying to set you up with her friends? “So thoughtful,” she cheered, “I’m sure your friend won’t mind you sharing this lovely food with the nurses who worked so hard to keep her comfortable. Come on, we’ll show you to the quiet spot where we like to eat and chat. Though, you can’t smoke in here Channie,” she chided with his nickname as she pushed you and Chris along the halls. “I know how you are when you’re relaxing but it is too cold out there to allow your habit.”
           “Oh, no worries. You haven’t heard. I started the patch a few weeks ago.” He rolled up his sleeve to show off the plastic patch stuck to his arm. You remembered Amber mentioning that he had started smoking at a young age because of the intense stress he had been under. And how she had gone all big sister on him in attempts to get him to stop. “Felix and Han have been bugging me about quitting for so long, so I started using the ones you gave me for my birthday this year. One of my regulars thinks he’s got a new brand that is supposed to make you a whole new person.”
           “As long as I don’t have to smell like an ashtray after seeing you anymore, I’m happy,” Amber laughed. “And your future will thank me later. But now, let’s eat.”
              Having lunch with Chris and Amber was definitely a good distraction from all the things swirling in your head. You listened as they chatted about whatever they did in their spare time, just letting their conversation wash over you. By the end of it, after Chris had said goodbye, Amber turned her mothering towards you. She tried to get more out of you about what happened with Henry but you couldn’t bring yourself to talk about it. If Amber knew about the U4-1A, after all she had told you the other day, you would have to bail her out of jail after she jumped Henry. Or worse, she’d figure out that it had something to do with private patient and get herself on their hit list. You brushed her off as best as you could. What you really needed was just to curl up in bed and try and forget everything. Amber became quite insistent about you not going back to your apartment after all the activity down there, pulling on her old rant about just living in her loft. But when you mentioned how your clients were going to drive you home, she all but demanded you have them drop you at her place for safety. And truth be told, it wasn’t the worst idea. Especially since they were being so adamant about not letting you go alone.
           Problem was that you were not willing to get into their car now that you knew they were not just a mafia family, but drug dealers as well. No matter what they said, you wanted nothing to do with them outside of the hospital. When you entered the room to administer the evening rounds of medications, Bangtan had made themselves at home. In your absence, they had brought different pajamas for Suga to wear, a black zip-up hoodie was placed on his shoulders, a different blanket was draped over him, a laptop was resting on the side table, and he had a container of homemade food next to him. Did they just have everything waiting in the car? Jin was fussing at him to eat, all but force feeding him. Jimin and Taehyung were playing music on the laptop, while Jungkook seemed to be engrossed in some mobile game. Ignoring their profession, they had made the cold hospital room seem inviting. RM and J-Hope were talking quietly in the corner of the room. However, you did hear them say that whoever they had watching the building hadn’t seen anything outside to worry about.
           You wore your mask of polite professionalism as they chatted with you while you finished checking up on your patient. He was still as quiet and cold as he was earlier. When no one seemed to have any questions, J-Hope hopped up and declared himself your designated driver for the evening. You tried, again, to tell them how it wasn’t necessary, insisting that if he took you home that the others would be stuck there.
           RM was quick with a response, as if he was sure you would bring that up. “One of us is always going to stay here with Suga-hyung, just in case. Jimin’s going to camp out here tonight. We drove over in two cars this morning. And if we really needed it, one of our men could drive us home. Really, Y/N, it’s okay. Let us do this for you.”
           And that is how you found yourself marching down the hall, bag slung over your shoulder, with J-Hope humming happily next to you. No matter how much happiness he radiated, he couldn’t put you at ease as he had earlier. You didn’t want to be alone in a car with them or have them in your apartment. Sure, you could have him take you to Amber’s, but you didn’t want him to have her on his radar should anything happen. Technically, you could walk to Amber’s. The one downside was that it had turned freezing cold as the sun went down. And, thanks to your private patient, you no longer had a jacket to protect you. As you stepped on to the lobby floor, your long-sleeved undershirt was barely keeping you warm. But you would rather suffer a bit in the cold then put yourself and your friend in anymore danger.
           Then, it hit you.
           “Hey,” you said, coming to a stop, “I forgot my jacket in the locker room. I need to go get it.”
           “Want me to come with you?”
           “No, it’s okay. I’ll be right back. Just wait here,” you gave him a smile before sprinting off back into the depth of the hospital’s halls. Only you weren’t heading to the locker room for a jacket that didn’t exist. You were sneaking out the back ER doors to avoid all the problems. By time he would realize you were gone, you would be half way to the subway that would take you to Amber’s building. By the time you arrived in the morning, you would figure out some excuse to your disappearance and why you were not going to be in a car with them. But for now, it was in your best mental interest to just avoid and escape.
           Slipping out amongst the parked ambulances was easy. Nothing was out of place. You waved at the EMTs sipping their coffees as they said ‘good night’. You wished you had one just to warm your hands. It was colder now than when you had left your apartment. You pulled your arms tight around you as the wind bit against your skin. Just add this to the list of smart things you’ve done recently. You ducked behind a covered alcove of the hospital and sent a quick text to Amber, letting her know you were walking to her loft. You didn’t need to read her reply to know she was yelling at you again for making dumb decisions. It would be fine; once you got to the front side of the building, you’d be able to blend into the crowd so no one would see you, then it was a ten minuet walk to the station, then two stops to Ambers building. You could walk it in your sleep.
           But as you walked past the darkened dumpsters in a not so populated side of the hospital, something grabbed ahold of your hair and yanked you back against a solid body. You couldn’t even let out a scream of surprise before a gloved hand came up clenched your jaw shut.
           “Thought I smelled something pretty. Let’s finish that conversation, little girl.”
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A/N: I just felt like it, this is pretty self-indulgent tbh. also please buy my stickers on etsy. Please. I worked so hard and I'm so scared they're going to flop.
* Yo babe, this guy is like your #1 supporter
* Like there’s two ways he meets you. The first is probably like that romantic “it’s fate” type of way, and the second is one of his brothers sets him up with you
* The first one is sort of romantic- you meet him when you’re still young at some book signing or a poetry reading or something
* And he sits next to you, and you start chatting a little about the author and their work
* “You sound like a writer” Jason says, and you blush a little
* “I guess I am” you’re just starting out though
* “What kinda stuff do you write?” He asks
* “The bad kind”
* He laughs at that
* And there’s this sort of romantic mood over the scene, like he just knows you’re going to be special to him
* But then the reading ends, and he’s waiting for it- to give you his number or to you see again but he never does
* You just get up and leave
* He see’s you again years later, at a charity ball Bruce is forcing him to go to “public appearance is important” and “optics need to be good” or something
* And you’re there, one hand on Dick’s arm, and the other around a flute of champagne
* “Oh, (Y/N)- this is my little brother Jason, Jason this is (Y/N)”
* The hand wrapped around Dick’s arm unfurls to hold his own, Jason can’t take his eyes off of yours
* “Nice to meet you”
* And there’s no familiar glint in your eyes, this isn’t some inside joke-
* You really don’t remember him
* “Nice to meet you too,” Jason says giving you a firm squeeze back
* Your hand is soft
* He can picture it, desperately clutching a pen, flying across a page, and scribbling all the ideas in your mind-
* It feels like a writers hand
* “(Y/N)’s an aspiring writer,” Dick says, and Jason flinches.
* So you are still writing
* “I’m not an aspiring writer, I am a writer”
* Jason doesn’t miss the slight bite in your words, despite your expressionless exterior
* “No I mean like a real writer- a published writer”
* “I am a published writer” you sigh, and Jason guesses you’re exasperated
* “Oh really where at?” Dick asks, and Jason almost wants to strangle his brother. Here’s the person of his dreams, and Dick had the stupid dumb luck to date them first- only to say all the wrong things.
* But before you can answer Dick’s eyes light up as they hover over the bar-
* Then out of nowhere, he grabs your champagne flute away from you
* “You’re running low huh?” The flute is mostly full, Jason notices. “I’ll get you another”
* And then he’s gone, leaving just you and Jason
* “I’m going to take a wild stab here, and say you’re not dating my brother”
* You shake your head with a small smile
* “This would be pretty sad if we were,” you say, picking up a champagne flute from a nearby server
* Jason mirrors the motion
* “Dick said he wanted to make an ex jealous, it’s a mutually beneficial situation”
* You motion to the bar, and sure enough Dick’s chatting up a familiar redhead Jason knows all too well
* “What do you get out of this?” The question is punctuated with a sip of champagne and your lips quirk into a small smile
* “I’ve never been to an event like this,” your eyes sweep the room- marble columns and men with shiny cuff links and tuxedos and women in polished gowns
* It’s like something out of a tv show
* “I thought it might be good for my writing” you shrug, your editor is always saying that you need more romantic elements in your work
* “Well you don’t need Dick for that,” Jason takes a sip of his champagne “I’m right here”
* You grin, and Jason has to pinch himself to snap out of the way you dazzle him
* “What a gentleman,” you say, still smiling, though it’s dimmed
* “Anything to support the arts”
* Elsewhere at the bar-
* “Do you think they’re hitting it off?” Barbara asks, and Dick grins
* “Of course they are, they’re a writer- Jason loves to read, it’s a match made in heaven”
* Barbara rolls her eyes, but she’ll admit, you guys look good together
* Things move fast after that, the way they always seem to when people are happy
* First dates at the pier
* Second dates watching bad movies and smuggling wine into a movie theatre
* Third dates where you do nothing but kiss
* Bookstore trips, late nights where you do nothing but dream
* Jason knows you’re getting close when you open up to him about your art
* “I’ve had this idea in my head for months now but it just won’t come out”
* And you’re taking such a huge chance talking about this- how many times have you been told to quit while you’re ahead, or ridiculed, treated as an annoyance, or even laughed at for opening up about your work.
* So the pure joy Jason shows when you speak to him about it makes your heart skip
* “Tell me about it, what kind of a story is it?”
* And this is such a vulnerable moment for both of you- but Jason makes it seem like it’s the most normal thing in the world, like this is how it should have been with everyone before
* And honestly it’s healing
* This dork will buy any magazine or journal you’re printed in and ask you to sign it
* If it’s web-only, he’ll print out your story on high-quality paper and ask you to sign that
* “You know you didn’t have to buy one, I have like 12 contributor copies,” you say hiding your smile as you indulge him by signing the cover
* “I just happened to see it-”
* He didn’t just ‘happen to see it’ he preordered this copy a month ago
* “Besides I like supporting your work”
* And no ones ever loved you like this, so you hide your smile behind your hand
* “Anything to support the art right?”
* “Exactly,” he says with a grin
* If you write a book and add his name to the dedications/acknowledgments he’ll straight-up start crying
* “Jason-“
* You’re a little concerned, you didn’t even write anything mushy just ‘For Jason, my number one supporter’
* When he finally shows his face from behind his hand he’s smiling so wide with the brightest blush on his face
* “This is my favorite book,” he says hugging the copy to his chest
* And you just smile
* He buys two books, one to make notes in and the other to keep in a shadow box
* Speaking of books-
* If you guys live together you have a lot
* Like seriously almost TOO many
* Have you guys seen that tik tok of the girl whose parents are professors and they have a whole house just COVERED in books- like even the bathroom
* Yeah
* That’s your house!!
* Well, probably apartment, but yeah
* You have a “guest bedroom”
* But really it’s a library with a bed in the middle
* Your living room has every wall covered in bookshelves and one small empty spot so he could mount the television
* It makes perfect sense- one bookshelf Is yours, one is for reference material, one is to keep all the stuff you get published, one bookshelf is for Jason, another is for shared classics, another is books you guys share with signed books in it, another is just a display case really
* And so on
* “Do you ever think we have too many books?” You ask Jason one night over cups of chamomile tea
* He looks up from the book in his lap, reading glasses slipping down
* “I think we’re the only people who have the correct amount of books”
* You grin
* “Yeah I think so too”
* He would totally show up to all your readings and book signings
* Your manager/agent might start to get worried
* “You don’t think he’s a stalker do you?”
* “Nah that’s just my boyfriend” you say with a smile, blowing a kiss in his direction
* Just- supportive Jason who loves that you were born to tell stories
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Writer's Block Cont. (AnderPerry ficlet)
Continuation of Writer's Block
It was a breezy evening downtown and Todd hasn't been at the Coffee Shop since he'd kissed Neil. For obvious reasons, this made the coffee shop barista extremely worried.
"Why the long face?" Charlie asked. He propped himself by the counter beside his brooding friend. Charlie was one of Neil's best friends and the actual manager/owner of the coffee shop (this way he could play his saxophone every Friday night without any objections).
"Todd... He hasn't been here in three days, Charlie, and he's almost always here." Neil buried his face more onto the linoleum counter.
"Oh Todd, ah yes, your big time author-crush-person." Charlie recalls Neil always gushing about him during his break time. He always insisted making all of Todd's orders too. "I mean, today could just be another busy day for him. I'm sure he doesn't necessarily have a reason not to go here." He chuckled.
Neil fell silent.
"... Neiiiilll? What did you do?" Charlie glares at his direction. "Why do you think Todd Anderson wouldn't go here for three days straight?"
Neil fiddled with his thumbs. "I-- I may have... maybe- uh... k-kissed him last weekend."
"YOU WHAT?!" Charlie blurted out, alarming some of the customers and their other barista, Meeks. Unlike Charlie, Meeks was already aware of this situation but he didn't exactly want to stop making his latte art at the moment.
"SHHHH, pipe it down, Charlie- I... Okay, so the other day uh..." Neil huffed before pulling Charlie into the back office to talk more privately-- naturally leaving Meeks in charge.
"Details, Perry, I. NEED. DETAILS." Charlie shook Neil by his shoulders.
"Okay, okay! I'm getting to it-" Neil rattled Charlie off of him. "So- The other day when I was closing up shop for you, Todd was the only one left and- well, long story short- He needed kissing experience for his book and I gave it to him and now I think it was a mistake and he is most likely avoiding me." Neil buried his face into his hands this time. He whined as Charlie comforts him with a pat on his slouched back.
"Neil- Come on! I'm sure he's just shy and all. Hey maybe you gave him the wrong phone number- remember that time when you sent me the wrong one-"
"OH MY GOD-- THAT'S IT-" Neil face-palmed.
"What?"
"I FORGOT TO GIVE HIM MY NUMBER--" Neil sounded both relieved and hysterical. "Of course he wouldn't just come back here- He couldn't just... talk to me in person after what I did- and- and..." Neil sunk to the floor.
Charlie looked down at his distraught friend. "Who am I kidding, Charlie... I ruined it... The one time I got to meet my favorite author and I blew it by kissing him."
"You sure that's blowing it? I'd say it was the best thing you could possibly get from any famous-person-interaction." Charlie smiled, trying to pick up Neil from the ground.
"Just let me die in peace." Neil says to the cold floor. "That kiss might've been the first and last time I ever got to know Todd Anderson in person and I didn't even ask about his other books. He probably thinks I'm just a floozy."
Just as Charlie was about to complain about Neil's focus on Todd's writing than Todd's kiss, someone knocks on the door.
Meeks opens the door to see Neil lifting his head from the floor with tears in his eyes while Charlie is grabbing his arm.
"Uh.. Neil, there's a guy looking for you. He said his name's Todd Ander-"
Neil instantly perks up and immediately bolts to the counter.
When Neil arrives by the cash register, he sees the same dark-blonde author he kissed mere days ago. Todd had eye bags yet his expression was one of breathless excitement. Still beautiful to Neil's eyes.
"T-Todd..." Neil greeted him.
"Neil... When... When do you get off work?" Todd asked fervently yet it was polite to Neil's eyes. "I... I need to talk to you about something."
Just as Neil was about to say 'Around 10pm' Charlie appears from behind him.
"Thank you for your work, Mr. Perry! I see you're done with your shift for the day! I'll see you tomorrow!" Charlie beamed, making quick eye contact with both Neil and Todd. Neil picked up on what Charlie implied and immediately took off his apron.
After a short while, Todd guided Neil to his car parked right outside the coffee shop. "D-Do you mind going with me to my apartment?"
It was a non-question for Neil. As much as he wanted to scream from the rooftops and YAWP in excitement, he kept his composure and followed Todd. "Sure, I'd love to."
The drive to Todd's apartment was silent and short. Todd lived incredibly close to the coffee shop and this fact made Neil grow even more fanboy-y. Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god.
He wanted to respect Todd's privacy so he purposefully didn't take note of the floor number or the apartment number before he entered Todd's home. (In turn, he kept his eyes on Todd the whole time).
As they entered the apartment, Neil could only stare at how neat Todd's living space was. It wasn't exactly neat as it was mostly barren. The most "decoration" you could find was Todd's various bookshelves. A good portion of the area was his own books while the rest were a plethora of Classics and collections of multiple pieces of literature. Todd was a well-read author after all.
"D-did you want anything to drink? Unfortunately the coffee I have here isn't as good as the ones you make so-"
"Wait, Todd... I'm- I'm sorry for what I did... If I made you feel uncomfortable. I- I was worried the past few days-"
"Huh, What- You're sorry?" Todd, bewildered by Neil's apology, let out a chuckle. "Neil, if anything, you helped me, remember?"
Neil looked at him with an intrigued look.
Just then, Todd took Neil's hand and led him to his office. Unlike his perfectly neat living room and kitchen area, Todd's office was a chaotic room full of papers and notebooks. In the back part facing away from the windows was a desk with a computer, multiple stacks of papers (and paper balls), and emptied out paper cups marked on the inside with coffee stains.
"Our little uh- field research actually got me out of my writer's block and I've been writing my book like crazy for the past three days." Todd confessed. "I'm basically almost done with it."
"Wait- Three days?" Neil wheezed. He didn't think Todd could get even more impressive than he already was. "My kiss got you to finish your newest book in three days?!"
"Well... yeah-" Todd scratched the back of his head in humility. "Can't say I've ever done that before. It'll need a shitload of editing and proof reading perhaps, but it's mostly done. Thanks to you."
Neil didn't know how to respond to Todd's words. Neil's favorite author, the person he's been following for several years now, was inspired by his kiss, and finished an entire book in THREE DAYS.
"Todd- I... F-from my kiss?"
"Yes. Well of course it was also the caffeine, but yeah mostly your kiss. I just wanted to personally thank you for getting me through one of my toughest works yet." Todd sat by his desk, pulling up some of the papers he already printed.
Neil walked up to his side, staring at the tentative manuscript- one Todd's editor has yet to even see. (Cameron was not gonna have an easy time).
"Did you want to read it?" Todd asked, instantly making Neil swoon.
"Todd, you're gonna kill me- OF COURSE I'D LOVE TO READ IT-" Neil gushed, looking at both the papers and a blushing Todd.
Neil held the loosely bound papers in his hands, then back at Todd who looked incredibly proud of himself and yet still very reserved.
Neil couldn't tell if he was looking at Todd as an author anymore by how close he was this time. Their arms were brushing against each other, the sound and smell of papers filled the room, Todd was so close.
Neil carefully places the manuscript down by the table. "Before I read it... do you mind if... If I asked you something?"
Todd blinked a couple of times before nodding. "S-sure."
"Do... Do you think it's weird that I... kissed you? I know I said I was helping you for research but... I think a part of me did it because I really liked you. And I'm not sure if it's because I really admire you for your work or if I think you were as beautiful that night as you are now."
Todd looked at him, flustered and speechless. "Y-you sure do know exactly what you want to say..."
"Yeah- I'm sorry."
"And I'm envious of that." Todd responded. Not that Neil needed another reason to gush, but Todd being envious of him is another strike for Neil's humility.
"Usually, when I write my books-- the surrealist ones, they're usually the ones so weird and detached from reality, I usually didn't need to put myself into the protagonists' shoes. But with this book, a book where it's a journey of romance and discovery, I didn't think I'd ever find the right words to describe how the character felt, let alone myself."
"So my kiss gave you existential clarity?" Neil chuckled softly.
"For a short while, yes. I'm all out of it, currently. It's been a draining past few days." Todd leaned back by his office chair.
Neil smirked at him with allurement. "I mean, I'm here. I wouldn't mind giving you a refresher."
Todd raised his eyes at him, blushing even more. "I-"
"I'm just kidding- relax. I'll only kiss you when you want me to. If you ever need anymore field research, that is. I wouldn't mind being your primary source."
Todd bit his lip, gazing upon Neil as he sat over his desk nonchalantly.
"W-what if... say, I wanted a kiss for other reasons?" Todd's voice was like a mumble.
"Excuse me?" Neil felt like he was playing the most intense game of chess with their interaction.
"Like, what if- I thought you looked really handsome right now and I wanted to kiss you, is that a good enough reason to ask for a kiss?"
Neil was enthralled by this interaction. Was it Todd being forward? Or was it his lack of sleep making him this way.
"I... Yes... That's a great reason, actually."
"So... to answer your question earlier: I didn't think it's weird that you kissed me because, right now, another kiss wouldn't seem to bad. And this time, I won't need it for a book."
Todd stood up to meet Neil at eye level, catching him by surprise.
"You're still gonna have to credit me for that book- do you know about royalties-" Neil joked before Todd planted a kiss on him.
Their second kiss was full of small bits of laughter before it turned into something more. It was no longer about Todd's lack of experience or motivation to write, nor was it Neil's admiration as a fan anymore. It was in their second kiss they realized the person they were kissing would be someone to rid them of their woes and inspire them for the rest of their lives.
Aside from that, Todd's career as an author had a new component to it, the skill to garner inspiration in the form of kisses from Neil Perry.
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Light Up The Dark
Part 1 | June
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pairing: bartender!tom x famous!reader
warnings: some smut +18 (in this particular chapter it’s nothing TOO explicit, but miniors be aware), swear words?, drinking, let me know if anything else!
words: 4.9 k
summary: y/n is a famous horror writer. Her books are on the lips of the people and her face is on all the magazine covers of promising young people.
She has just moved to Los Angeles, the city of celebrities and luxury, when she starts to get a writer's block as she starts writing her newest book. A way to distract herself and seek inspiration leads her to have her destiny mapped out with a simple waiter named Tom who has a delicious british accent.
What happens when her inspiration comes back only after she spends a night with him and she only manages to write after being in the company of that guy she just met? Maybe he'll become her newest addiction.
a/n: english it’s not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistake! this is a series i started writing a while ago, i hope y’all enjoy :) the reader it’s from brazil here, but you can replace from any country you want lol And obv i’m not from LA and never been there, so if i say something out of reality it’s bc of that 😂
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"June arrived at the restaurant, sat down near the bar and looked around vaguely. The strange people's faces made her think better and maybe drink a shot of tequila too.
She opened his folder with the horrifying photos of the mysterious case. She felt sick to her stomach.
People said that by then she should have been used to see this kind of thing, but that was repulsive.
She wish the nightmare she had the night before was a way to solve that puzzle, but believing in the afterlife now wouldn't help her... If...If..."
- Damn it... - Y/n slammed her fist on the table. - Writer's block sucks. - She said and took the last sip of her tea.
It s been a week since she couldn't write anything. She would write maybe two paragraphs, maybe even three if she got lucky, but she always ended up erasing it, because she always turned into something meaningless or too cliche.
Damn the time she had promised to deliver something to her editor by the end of the month. But she hadn't counted on the lack of ideas when she agreed to that.
She got up from her chair in frustration and crossed her arms, pacing, as if her creativity had gone out for a walk and she was waiting impatiently for it to come back.
Why had she agreed to write a new book in the first place? She didn't need money. Their previous four books were already making huge profits, and they were going to make a new television series based on one of them.
So why writing another one? Maybe because, she had been having too many nightmares lately. Many family and friends told her to see a psychologist, see if she didn't have some hidden trauma. But looking for a psychologist? Admitting your weaknesses and personal things to a stranger? Never. That would be horrifying.
Writing helped. Transferring his fears to pages was hers gift. When she wrote she didn't have nightmares, didn't see things, wasn't sad. It was like a drug, a calming medicine.
Maybe fame was also making her restless lately. She hated being the spotlight, being the magazine cover of promising young people. She hated to see her name highlighted. But she loved having readers, yes. She loved when someone felt good reading her books or in the good sense of the word: terrified by her stories.
At the height of her 25 years, he never thought her books would become famous at that point. She had always enjoyed writing since she was a child, but working with it was just an unattainable dream. Until, at age 19, she quit her hideous job as a hotel receptionist and decided to publish her first story.
Obviously there were many rejections, until a publisher agreed to publish their work. From then on, her books became more and more known. They called her the new horror genius, the mystery queen, and sometimes even "Stephen King's lost daughter."
She didn't think it was all that. But she accepted the descriptions gladly. No wonder her books didn't come out of the top spot on the best sellers.
Another thing that motivated her to continue with that story, was a phrase from her own idol mentioned, Stephen King: "good stories are those that stay in the head for a long time". And God only knew how that story had been with her for far too long. She always wanted to put it down on paper, so here she was trying to put into words what her head brought up as random thoughts.
But now she was having one of his first creative blocks. Obviously she had already had it with previous books, but nothing as frustrating as this one. She had been trying hard for days, which was exhausting.
She looked at the clock on the wall: 11pm. Who knows if she took another break before starting writing again? Maybe it would help to come up with more ideas.
She thought about watching a show or movie, but he wasn't in the mood. She looked at her long polka dot pajamas under her favorite warm robe and snorted. Go out? On a Thursday night? On a cold night? No way.
But what if it helped her have more writing material? Watching people on the street really helped. If June, the character in her book, was in a bar, maybe if she went to one too it would help to have something to build on.
Writers did it all the time. Describe places that already existed, situations similar to which they lived. So, it wouldn't be new. Maybe she'd even put the location in her tribute if helped she got out of her creative block.
She took a deep breath and went to take a shower. It was decided, she would go out. She put on her best jeans, a Ramones T-shirt with a leather jacket. It wasn't a fancy outfit, but she didn't intend to go somewhere fancy anyway. Her stylist would have been dying to see her now, but she didn't care one bit.
She went out pressing the bottom of the elevator. Y/n had lived on the top floor of a building for 2 months, right in downtown Los Angeles. Sometimes she didn't even know why she chose to live there, she hated the big city and what came with it: paparazzi, celebrities, crazy people who feel superior, wealth and luxury. She came from a humble family, so she always felt like an outsider.
Y/n arrived downstairs and left the condominium calling a taxi that was passing in the street just in time. She walked in and closed the door, crossing her arms, trying to ward off the cold.
- Good night miss, where are you going? - the driver asked looking at her in the rearview mirror.
- Good night... Actually I don't know, do you have any suggestions for a bar around here?- she asked looking out the window. She didn't even bother to look for suggestions for places nearby.
- Well, it depends on what you're looking for... Something luxurious or something fun? - He said and a smiled played on the corer of her mouth. Luxurious was the opposite of fun indeed.
- Something fun, of course.
- So, I suggest the new Seven Devils bar, it's less than 20 minutes from here... - he said.
- Interesting name... Could be. - She said shrugging.
- The name is kinda creepy, but the place is cozy and welcoming, I went once. - the driver said starting and entering the street that was practically empty for being a weekday.
- Cool... - Y/n said looking at the city lights through the window.
After nearly twenty minutes the taxi stopped in front of what appeared to be a small door with a security guard in front of it. The neon sign indicated the name of the place, it seemed a mysterious place for those who passed by without knowing it.
- Thanks. - Y/n said handing the driver the money.
- You're not the Y/n Y/l/n? I didn't want to say anything, but I'm a fan of you, I love your books, they help me pass the time while I wait for passengers. - the driver asked turning a little with one of the Y/n books in his hand. - Could you sign this for me?
- Sure! - Y/n spoke excitedly taking the book from his hand and leaving a message along with her signature. - Thanks for the tip of the place. Have a good night... - She said opening the door.
- No, thank you, have a good night miss. -he said and she smiled closing the door and the taxi left leaving her alone looking at the door in front of her.
She approached the security guard who wished her good night, giving her room to enter, after she showed her ID. Y/n entered a little afraid of what she would find. The door behind her closed and she looked around. It was really cozy as the taxi driver said, it had a part with several tables, which were a little empty and a bar with stools around. The place had a good atmosphere, one of those that people go there to meet and chat with friends, in the background there was a kind of pop song that she wasn't sure if she knew or not.
He slowly approached the bar and sat down on one of the stools. A woman with several tattoos appeared behind the counter and came to serve her.
- Good night! How can I serve you?- she asked with a smile.
- Good night... Hm... Maybe a martini? - Y/n said taking a look at the drinks on the shelf behind the attendant.
- Okay, I'll be back with your order, anything else?
- That's it for now, thanks. - She replied smiling and the attendant walked away.
Y/n kept looking around, watching people, maybe looking for some inspiration. Something that would turn the key in his mind. Many who were there were in groups of friends and were talking animatedly, laughing. Some young and some older, in suits and ties, perhaps coming out of work.
Until one guy in particular caught her attention. He wore the black uniform with the name of the place, with an apron tied around the waist of the same color, and was picking up some glasses from some empty tables. He had dark brown hair slicked back and eyes the same color, very expressive and large. A boy's face from the outside, but on the inside had a mysterious and confident air.
He balanced a tray full of things with an greatest skill in one hand and smiled at some people, he seemed charming because everytime he left a table he left people whispering and giggling embarrassed behind his back.
He walked over and entered the bar placing the tray behind the counter, came close to the other attendant who already had the Y/n martini ready and she could hear him talking, soon realizing he had a perfect accent.
- Sally, you can leave it to me, go take your break. Whose martini is it?- he asked taking a look around.
- Oh thank you, my feet are killing me. It's the girl over there. -she said indicating Y/n with her head and he looked at her, making Y/n realize that she was staring at him for too long, so she looked away embarrassed.
- Okay. - he said looking at where Y/n was sitting and stopped in front of her with the glass. - Good night miss, here is your order. - He spoke with a british accent. Only at that moment did Y/n realize that his accent was well loaded and God only knows how much she loved that accent.
- Oh yes, thank you very much. - She said raising her eyes to look at him and smiled then he blinked with one of his eyes and gave her one more look, before going to deliver another order to a man who was sitting a few benches away.
Y/n felt a shiver all of a sudden, that boy had made her legs a little weak and she didn't really know why. I mean, he was handsome, very handsome and he had a special charm, but it wasn't that much, was it? Maybe it was because it had been a while since she'd dated anyone. When was the last time? Two months ago? Since she had moved in she hadn't gone out with anyone, she had locked herself in her apartment and was writing like crazy. She didn't have time to go out, not even with her friends when she was working on a new book. Which brought them dissatisfaction from time to time, not just because she didn't hang around with them, but because she didn't even go out on one-night stands.
She never been the one that going out with a guy just for sex, she had to have some good first dates and maybe she would take him to see her apartment or go to his apartment. Friends of hers thought she was too old in her spirit, but what can he do? If she couldn't be bad girl once in a while. For a moment she thought, "For this english guy I would be" but shook her head away from the thoughts. She went back to analyzing him, dammit why did he have to be so fit? She could see that the T-shirt he was wearing highlighted his muscles that were only left to her imagination, she found herself biting her lip a bit and snatching her martini off the counter, taking a big sip.
The attendant approached again, drying some glasses with a towel, and took one more look in her direction where she looked away quickly making him smirk. He stopped in front of her again, bracing her arms on the counter, making her swallow hard. He didn't know why she was so nervous, he was just a guy, no biggie.
- I like the shirt. - He pointed with a smile, which made her think he had a beautiful and endearing smile. She looked down and then looked at him smiling too.
- Thank you... Ramones is everything... - she said and drank the last sip of her drink placing the empty glass in front of her right after. - Can you serve one more?
- Sure...- he said, still smiling, took the bottle and filled his glass again. - Trying to distract yourself on a thursday night?
- Yeah... you could say yes... - she said taking another sip. - Have you worked here for a long time?
- In fact, it's been almost six months since I moved to the United States and I've been working here for four months. -he said putting the towel that was in his hand on his shoulder.
- Hm... You're from London?
- I am, wow how did you find out? - he asked raising an eyebrow playfully and she smiled.
- Yeah, your accent really doesn't give out anything ... - she said and he gave a low laugh making her have more goose bumps.
- You also have a different accent, have you lived here for a long time? - he didn't know who she was, which was good. But it also wasn't like she was recognized all the time, despite her face being on magazine covers, she was still a writer, so she was only recognized by those who liked to read or who vaguely remembered her face.
- I was born in Brazil actually, but I've lived here for years, lived in another city for almost five years and now I've decided to come to Los Angeles two months ago...
- I see ... - he said organizing some drinks that were on the counter. - Do you like it here?
- More or less... It's a busy city, isn't it?
- Yeah, it's not for anyone. - He said shrugging. - I like it, I like the rush, but the glamor part really isn't me. - the attendant said and she smiled.
- You're right... I mean, I don't like the glam too much either... - She looked away at her nails.
- What do you work with? - he asked and she looked at him again.
- I'm a writer...
- Nice! What do you write? - He asked curious looking at her with attention.
- I write horror and thriller books.
- Interesting... I would never read, actually I'm not much of a reader anyway, but I wouldn't, because I'm terrified of those things. - He said crossing his arms and she laughed.
- Oh, it's not that terrifying, it's just stories. - She said leaning her elbows on the counter.
- Still, I prefer to have my good night's sleep intact. - He said and she laughed making him smile looking at her.
When she was about to say something, a customer signaled for him and he excused himself going towards the man who was furthest away.
Y/n sighed. She still didn't have any new ideas about her story, but she was entertained by that conversation. She liked not being recognized, she liked him not being interested in her books, for a moment she felt oblivious to anything, liked feeling disconnected from her world.
He returned shortly after and they started talking again. They talked about bands, movies, superficial celebrities and even politics (an important topic in Y/n's vision, who was very firm with her ideas, thankfully he had passed the test). She found out that he was the same age as her and that he moved to the US to look for something that would give him money or a perspective on life, ended up getting that job and intended to stay until he found a different area. The hours passed and they kept finding subjects to give their opinion or questions to ask each other.
- Did you go to college? - she asked after a while.
- No, I don't think I'm smart enough for that, or have the patience. What about you?
- Everyone is smart enough. I started going to business school, but I dropped out when my books started to pay off...
- Wow, your books should give you a good amount of money to be able to drop out of college and dedicate yourself to them...
- Yeah... You could say that. - She shrugged.
- You know looking at you closer like that...- he said getting a little closer and she held her breath for a moment. - I've seen you somewhere...
- Really? - She said raising her eyebrow and drinking from a straw, now with a different drink.
- I don't know, you're not strange to me... - he said putting his hand on his face thoughtfully.
- Well, I hope it's from somewhere nice. - She smiled and he smiled back looking at her. - Do you have a girlfriend or are you married? - Y/n asked and regretted a little, what was she thinking? He wasn't married, as he didn't have a ring on his finger as she'd noticed. But what was her intention by asking that question? She didn't even know, she just knew it had escaped her.
- Neither darling. - He replied smiling a little mischievously and she felt butterflies with the way he called her by that nickname and with that accent. - How about you?
- Neither ... - She replied avoiding looking at him, those eyes hypnotized her and she didn't like to feel at his mercy of a guy she had just met. She took the cell phone disguising but paid attention to the time. - My God, it's already 2:00 in the morning! I completely missed the time.
- I think the company ended up distracting you. - He said still not taking his eyes off her and she felt her cheeks heat up.
- Yeah, the chat was really good... But I have to go... - she said getting up.
- If you wait I can take you home, I'm already leaving, the bar is already closing. - he said and Y/n looked around seeing that some waiters were already collecting some things from the tables.
She thought for a moment, take a ride home with him? It didn't make sense, she had just met him, but at the same time she had enjoyed talking to him so much. He didn't seem like a bad person, but even so you would never know for sure. At the same time she never took any chances, why not let that pretty boy take her home? Finally, she thought: you know what? Screw this.
-Erm, ok...- She shrugged. - I'll go to the cashier to pay and wait for you outside?
- No need to pay darling, it's on me. - He spoke winking and she smiled.
- Oh no, I'll pay no problem...
- Your company has paid off your debt, it's ok. - He replied and she took a deep breath rolling her eyes.
- If you insist...- she said giving up.
He came out from behind the counter and motioned for her to follow him, arriving at the front door where the security was.
- Tuwaine, you can let her pass, it's on me. - He told the big guy and he looked at the english man, sawing his eyes suspiciously and smiling right away. Making Y/n laugh inside.
- Meet you outside? It will only take a few minutes - the attendant said and she nodded, leaving in the cold night.
She leaned against the door with her thoughts. She had come here just to get inspiration and to have her creative back, but she was coming home with an english guy. She didn't even recognize herself anymore, but to say she wasn't anxious (in a good way) was a lie.
She was lost in her thought, until minutes later he came out wearing a denim jacket, which made him look even more handsome.
- Let's go? - He said and she followed him to an old car parked right in front of the bar.
He opened the door for her to get in and she thanked him by sitting in the passenger seat, pulling on her seat belt as he closed the door. He sat down next to her right away, also putting on his belt.
- Hey, before we go: I didn't ask for your name! If you're going to take me home at least I have to know that- she asked realizing that she didn't even know that yet and he looked towards her smiling.
- Tom Holland. - He said stretching his hand. - Nice to meet you.
- Y/n Y/l/n- she said, squeezing his hand. And you can't deny that she felt butterflies in her stomach as she felt her skin on hers.
- Your name is not strange to me, I must have read it in one of your books in some shop window. - He said starting and leaving with the car.
- Yeah, who knows ... - she said and he turned on the radio leaving the volume low.
They were exchanging a few words until she indicated that they had arrived at the building where she lived. Tom parked and looked up in a daze.
- Wow, you really have money... - he said and she took off her belt turning towards him.
- A little bit...- she replied crossing her arms. - Well, thank you so much for the ride...
- You're welcome darling. - He said turning his eyes to her. Again that nickname that sounded perfect on his lips.
She turned around, but when she was about to open the door, she turned back to Tom, who was leaning with one hand on the steering wheel and watching her with attention. The next words escaped her again and she was afraid she'd regret it.
- Tom, do you want to come in? - She spoke still holding the door and the boy smiled.
- Sure ... - he said taking the key from the ignition and she shook her head slightly leaving.
He followed her and they entered the building. Tom looked at everything admired which made Y/n smile a little to herself. They entered the elevator and she pressed the penthouse button causing him to raise an eyebrow.
- You really must be a great writer. - he said and she laughed.
He leaned his back against the elevator wall, putting his hands in his pocket and looking her up and down, making her shy. He kept looking at her and it was making her nervous.
They were silent until the elevator opened after a while and they got out. Y/n put a password on the door and it swung open with a small click, she took held the latch and motioned for Tom to enter.
After the two of them entered she closed the door again behind her and watched Tom standing further on, looking around.
- Nice apartment...- he finally said.
- Thank you... - She leaned against the table at the entrance. She didn't know what to do next, maybe it had been a bad idea to bring him here. Why was she so impulsive that night? -Tom, I don't know why I invite you in, sorry...-she said a little nervous looking at her feet. He turned towards her, approaching and stopping in front of her.
- Are you sure you don't know? - He asked and she raised her head, seeing those brown eyes. She bit her bottom lip watching him closely. Damn he knew how to hypnotize her. He took another step and placed a hand on either side of her on the table, cornering her - Your body says otherwise, love... - he said softly feeling her breath hitch slowly and approaching his face to hers, alternating the look of your eyes to her lips. Y/n found another nickname that was perfect when he say.
He finally closed the distance by pressing his lips to hers. His lips were soft and warm, as if they were meant to be kissed. She returned the kiss willingly and when she laced her fingers in his neck, he licked her lower lip slowly asking for passage in which she opened them letting his tongue explore her mouth.
His hands gripped her waist and roamed her body greedily. As he kissed her, he caught her from behind her legs and sat her down on the entrance table, biting her bottom lip shortly after, provoking a low moan from her. He smiled against her lips and trailed kisses to her neck, attacking her skin with desire, making her throw her head back a little.
She grabbed his hair and pulled him back so she could kiss him. Which he gladly reciprocate. His kiss was urgent, but without being rude, he tasted like mint, making her want him even more.
His fingers found the button of her pants and he undid them quickly pulling them out, tossing them aside. When he came back he took her calf and kissed her leg up to her thighs, making her sigh. He moved up the kisses until he caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it up a little, kissing her stomach as well. Y/n didn't know what to do but feel goose bumps with every touch he gave. He then hiked up her shirt and she lifted her arms where he pulled her off, tossing along with her pants that were also on the floor.
She was just wearing her underwear in front of him, it made her a little excited and embarrassed at the same time, but the way he looked at her made her feel confident. He went back to kissing her body, this time kissing each covered breast in turn and reaching for the back of her bra and opening it. She helped him out tosiing to the side and he stood between her legs just watching her for a second, making her feel her cheeks heat up.
- Perfect... - he said with a low voice, as it was for himself and bent down to her breasts kissing each one of her nipples and then sucking them deliciously. Y/n moaned and bit her lip to keep her moans from getting louder, tangling her fingers in his hair again. He looked into her eyes for a few seconds and smiled slightly lowering his kisses to where she wanted him most.
He reached the hem of her panties and pulled them out slowly, kneeling between her legs and she looked at him with expectation. He returned the look and gave that smirk again.
- Look at you darling.... - That damn nickname. - Extremely wet and I haven't even touched you yet... - he said approaching and devouring her right away making her throw her head back with pleasure, biting her lips again to not sound so pathetic with her moans that insisted in wanting get out. - Oh, please don't drown out those wonderful sounds you make, I want to hear how good I'm making you feel. - He said in a husky tone, returning to his task after and she parted her lips letting her moans spread through the apartment.
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Y/n woke up the other day in her bed. She didn't even know how she got there, she just had flashes of the night before and how good she felt in each moment. She stretched and looked to the side seeing she was alone. She got up and put on a robe who was on the side of the bed.
After going to the bathroom and doing her morning hygiene routine she walked around the apartment looking around to see if Tom was somewhere else in the house, but found nothing. Which was understandable, it wasn't like she expected him to stay there and have breakfast with her and all.
She arrived in the kitchen and made black coffee and lean against the countertop. What that simple waiter had done to her was ridiculous, in a good sense, she felt great and kept remembering that accent that was stuck in her mind. He had consumed her in a way she had never imagined it she could be.
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Taking a deep breath she set down turning her notebook on. Then opened her book and started writing.
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