I had fanfiction lined up. Feelings to feel. Emotional damage to willingly walk into.

And now? I’m just sitting here.

Clueless. Unread. Dumb as hell.

What am I supposed to do?? 😭

Talk to people? Go outside??

Nah, I’m refreshing the page like a feral raccoon until it comes back. Don’t look at me.

warnings: roleplay sex, oral (f receiving), cum eating, unprotected p in v sex (DON’T DO IT), mdni, lmk if I missed anything

A/N: This is my first smut, please be nice.

“Oh, Sir Mike..”

You whimper, his hands grasping at your waist desperately. It had all seemed so silly when he suggested the role play, but it didn’t feel silly know that he had you trapped against the wall of your shared apartment, lips leaving sloppy kisses to your neck.

“Shh princess, we can’t let anyone hear us.. you know knights aren’t supposed to have relations with royalty..”

He whispers, his fingers now finding the waistband of your pants, tugging them down until they were at your ankles, your little lace panties exposed to him.

“God, princess, you look stunning, so beautiful..”

He muttered, dropping to his knees where he began to kiss your legs. Then his lips traveled upwards and his fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to. His breath hitched at the sight.

“You’re so pretty my lady.. may I?”

He asks politely, and all you can do is nod.

That’s when he dives in, tongue swirling tantalizingly as he whimpers. He eats you like a man starved, holding onto your hips to keep him stable. It was all you could do not to scream.. When you met Mike you thought he was some loser virgin, but god, did he know to make you feel good..

It was only a few moments before you whimpered out

“Sir Mike.. I’m gonna-”

“You gonna cum pretty lady? Go ahead..”

He whispered, and you do. He whines, lapping up every last drop..

“You taste so good princess.. like heaven..”

After he’s had his fill, he Gets back up to his feet, guiding you over to your shared bed, and laying you down.

“May I..?”

He asks, tugging lightly at the hem of your shirt.

“Yeah..”

you whisper, and he brings your shirt over your head, now leaving you in nothing but your little floral bra, which he then unclasped, leaving you bare. He then took his own clothes off, climbing on top of you.

As he sank down into you, you saw stars, length stretching you out so perfectly. He began to move, each thrust sending you further into euphoria.

“Am I doing good my lady..? Am I making my princess feel good?”

He whimpers, the movement of his hips quickening. You try your best to form a sentence, but all that comes out is a strangled moan.

“My knight.. so good..”

You mewl, and that’s it for him, his release painting your insides as he collapses on top of you.

“Mike..”

You whine,

“You where supposed to pull out..”

“m’ sorry..”

he pants,

“you just felt so good..”

“it’s alright.. my knight..”

You tease, and he’s already hardening again inside of you.

synopsis ⨾ ⋅.˳˳.⋅’˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳ CORTIS goes to the melbourne pink pantheress concert where coincidentally famous dancer Y/n L/n happens to be a backup dancer in. since pink is notorious for being a k-pop fan she invites CORTIS backstage after one of the staff spotted the 5 members, well. . . the rest is history.

⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳ contents & warnings ⨾ half written half smau, fluff, crack, profanity, spelling mistakes cs im illiterate 🫩 use of y/n, pics r for aesthetic purposes only! reader’s/yn’s nationality/ethinicity is not mentioned or assumed in any way.

featuring ⨾⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳ manon (katseye?) , giselle (aespa) , gawon (meovv) , cortis, pink pantheress (just once in 00) , more to be added as story goes on

⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳ gigi’s notes ⨾ HELLO HELLO HELLO!!!!! first written post in thid blog and i think? i’m proud of it. i haven’t written in s long time so im a little rusty. i’m to bored to proofread this properly. only time pink will be appearing, im sorry😞😞 enjoy!!!

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You were currently backstage, calming your nerves before your performance. There weren’t many songs that needed dancers but getting on stage always got your adrenaline high, even if it was only for fifteen minutes.

You’d been in the industry since age eight. The earliest memory you have of dancing was you with your mother in your small living room at only three years old. miracle how you remember that, sometimes you sit and think ‘what if it was just a very vivid dream?’ but your mother would reassure you, saying that you intact danced everyday with her. She signed you up for dancing lessons a little bit later at age four, from then on you never stopped dancing. Not even for a day, It was the thing you most looked forward to. Not playing with your friends, going outside, playing with toys like any other normal kid your age. It was always dancing.

As you grew older and older, when you were maybe eight and a half you became a backup dancer for the first time in your life. Sure, you had participated in a lot of competitions, won medals even but when you danced on stage without a stressful trophy you had to win something clicked. You’d still compete, as you still enjoyed it but being a backup dancer was something you cherished more than the money you’d win in first place.

Then, you and your mother made the sudden move of going from y/c to Korea. That’s where you first learned about k-pop idols. You were about eleven and three months when you auditioned to be a trainee at SM. You were there for four whole years of your life before you left for good at fifteen. You saw debut was nowhere close and you also did not enjoy singing as much as dancing, not even close. You had a decent voice, good even, after years of training and vocal lessons but it just wasn’t for you.

That’s when you went to the UK, got back into being just a dancer and started doing backup vocals as a gig so you could help your mother with the bills. School was tough, worse than in Korea even tho you had to learn a whole new language there, because you had almost zero time for studying. As you kept pushing through, gaining more and more recognition from artists for your dancing, your gigs grew from local to worldwide musicians. You were in flights to the USA constantly, starting online school to be able to graduate at just seventeen. After graduation your schedule was way nicer to you, making you able to attend even more concerts or shooting sets. You even worked with a few HYBE, Starship and SM artists.

So at only nineteen you were on your way to becoming one of the most sought after dancers.

It was the 14th of July, the last day of Pink Pantheress’ tour which you were a part of. Vicky was not only your colleague and employer but also your friend, so you were always front and center when she needed backup dancers. You took one last sip of your water before you and the rest of the crew needed to head up on stage. All of you were a bit emotional since it was the end of the journey you all had been apart of for months, but you all hyped each other up regardless.

“You’re up” one of the staff screamed over the loud music, making you all run up onto stage. You got into positions, adrenaline flowing through your veins at full speed. Huge smile on your face, which was something you went viral for in one of Ariana Grande’s concerts a month back.

The set list ended soon enough and Pink invited every dancer back up on stage for the final goodbye to the audience. You waved at every person you could see, grateful as ever as the cheers were loud enough to hurt your ears. Your eyes scanning through the crowed when you saw someone somewhat familiar, a flash of blonde hair huddled up with four other guys screaming their throats out.

Eventually the goodbyes had to end and everyone returned backstage, a few dancers and staff already leaving to go back to family and friends or wherever they had to be. Maybe their comfy bed was calling them, just like yours was which you were hurrying to get back to before two hands on your shoulders stopped you.

It was Vicky, of course it was

“Leaving so early?! You didn’t even congratulate me yet!” She put her arms up, going in for a hug.

“Congratulations, Vick. Your voice was amazing as always” you exclaimed happily, wrapping your own arms around her.

“Thanks, babe. Also,” she started, backing up and letting you go

“I want you to be my translator”

“huh?” for who?

“Cortis are here, i’m sure you know them, right?”

You had heard of them once or twice, as you were in the industry as well sometimes. You were sure you had seen them around the HYBE building a few months back, or was it another dream? why would you dream about them? you’re sure you’ve talked to one of them before though, no confusion there it wasn’t a dream.

“Yoohoo, over here!” Pink scared you out of your thoughts

“Uh… yeah, sure. Can’t they speak english well, though?” You were pretty sure they could, or maybe you were mistaking them with another group Pink was probably obsessed with.

“They do, still not all of them are fluent! Wouldn’t hurt having you there with me” She smiled at you, already dragging you to whichever room they were meeting her at.

You couldn’t help but sigh, walking close behind her before she stopped infront of a white door.

“don’t freak out” i teased, knowing she was a huge k-pop stan. She said something i didn’t catch and pushed through the closed door.

Inside were five well-dressed guys, two blondes, one being way taller than the other, one brunette one with a blue cap on which you couldn’t tell wether his hair was brown or black and the last one with his hood up.

“Ah, hello!” She practically screamed in joy, going immediately to shake each of their hands.

They greet her back before you exclaimed polite hellos with them as well.

Pink got into conversation with them, the tallest one, maybe marvin? you weren’t very sure, went first. He was fluent and you caught a bit of an accent there, not being able to realise where it was from though.

You chimed in when the was need for translation but mostly the marvin guy did all the talking. James, who you’ve even spoken to before spoke a lot as well although his english worse than the other blonde’s.

You spiked conversation with all of them expect the tallest, who seemed a bit… nervous to talk to you?

At last, he left the others to talk to Pink alone before joining your conversation with apparently Juhoon who was amazed at how good your Korean was even though you were a foreigner.

“Hey, Y/n right?” He started with an awkward… smile? or whatever that was.

“Yeah, and you’re… marvin?” You looked up at him, you weren’t short per se. but you obviously weren’t as tall as he was, he reminded you of that flop sombr a bit…

Juhoon next to him stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand as he snorted. Oh no, had you said something wrong?

“Martin” he corrected, though you weren’t sure if he was offended or not.

“Oh my god, i’m so sorry… Martin, my bad. i’m really tired” You apologised, bowing which was a habit you couldn’t outgrew ever since you moved to korea.

“It’s okay, don’t apologise, really” he put a hand on your shoulder to stop you from bowing again.

The touch made you… nervous? were you imagining things or did he actually look a bit well, fine? No, he reminded you of Sombr. it had just been months since you last went on a date or had some action and you were tired from all the dancing you’d done earlier, snap out of it. he looked like sombr.

“Well, uh..” he retracted his hand quickly, fidgeting with his sleeve as his member looked at the both of you beside him.

“You did great up there,” he started before you cut him off

“all praise goes to Vicky, she’s the real star” you smiled looking at her briefly.

“Still, you did good. maybe you could teach—“ he was cut off by… we are charlie kirk? what? He suddenly got as red as a tomato as he quickly took his phone out his back pocket to stop the song from continuing. Right, his ringtone was we are charlie kirk, strange guy.

Juhoon, and the rest of his members groaned in embarrassment that their leaders had let you and Pink Pantheress hear his questionable..? ringtone as he started speaking in korean.

from what you could tell, it was their manager telling them to go outside because they had to leave. He hung up, quickly informed everyone and bid goodbye to you and Pink.

as soon as they left, you looked at her and you simultaneously started laughing.

“what the hell was that ringtone?” you shared through snorts with tears in your eyes.

“girl, i don’t know!” she laughed back, the laughter dying down after a few minutes.

“Well, i’m beat. My bed has been calling my name all day” You sighed, giving her a quick hug goodbye.

“Don’t forget to call when you’re in London!” she called behind your back and you gave her a quick nod before rushing outside to your car.

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: loser! ellie williams x reader (fluff)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: loser ellie as your cutie girlfriend, more leaning into fem reader (sorry), fluff, simple headcannons of how ellie would be in a highschool relationship with dear reader, highschool! au

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hey guys! sorry i haven’t been posting for quite a while. decided to stop being silent and post some more headcanons of our fav! (since u guys loved the last one) :3 enjoy

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⟢ she’s so bad at flirting it loops back around to being charming. ellie tries to flirt but it never goes how she planned. she’ll compliment your handwriting and somehow end up explaining the history of cursive. she’ll try to wink and blink with both eyes. she’s so clearly into you it hurts.

“you, uh… you look like you stepped out of a studio ghibli movie today.”

“is that a compliment?”

“obviously!! that’s like.. peak romance.”

⟢ her room is a real chaotic blend of nerd and softness. ellie has star wars posters, a full wall of sketches, books stacked sideways on her shelves, and a pike of hoodies on her chair. a cracked lava lamp glows softly by her desk. speaking of her desk— it’s a complete mess. half of her biology homework and half doodles of you in the margins.

the first time ellie invites you over, she’s pacing for 20 minutes trying to make it look casual. when you get there. she won’t sit down at first. just leans on her bedpost, acting cool, while internally panicking that you’ll see how nervous she is.

“uh, yeah, i dunno, it’s not, like— cool or anything. you can sit. or, like. play down if you want. or whatever. chill..”

“you’re nervous.”

“am not. you’re just distracting.”

⟢ the first awkward and adorable sleepover. the first time you guys decided to have a sleepover at her house. it’s casual at first— movies, snacks, a shared blanket on her floor. but then suddenly it’s 12am and ellie’s definitely too nervous to offer the bed first.

“so like… you can take my bed. i’ll—uh—i’ll sleep here on the floor. like a gentlemen.”

“or you could just get in the bed with me?”

“uh—yeah? no—i mean yeah. totally. i’ll just.. not move the entire night so i don’t accidentally touch you.”

ellie does accidentally touch you. her pinky brushes yours under the blanket and she goes insane. and when you do fall asleep next to her? she doesn’t sleep for like an hour. she just looks at you. quietly. like she can’t believe you’re real.

“…you’re so pretty when you’re sleeping. i am so screwed.”

⟢ she info dumps when she’s nervous or excited. you’ll be cuddling and she’ll randomly say: “did you know snails can sleep for up to three years? that’s kind of relatable.”

she loves telling you about space, fungi, or weird survival trivia. but sometimes it’s just her way of filling silence when her heart’s racing too fast from being close to you. but she knows you’ll always listen to her fun facts.

⟢ she gets flustered when you initiate affection. ellie’s used to being the one who stares too long, who leans in first. so the first time you pull her in for a hug? her whole brain short circuits.

“you smell like vanilla and graphite, ellie.”

“okay— you can’t just say stuff like that.”

she hides her face in your shoulder to hide the blush. it’s ridiculous how easy it is to ruin her with one compliment.

⟢ she gets jealous in the quietest ways. ellie’s not possessive, but when someone flirts with you, her body language shifts. she gets quiet and observant. her hand might brush yours more often. her jokes get sharper. she’s not mad, she’s just watching.

“they’re not even funny. i’m funnier. objectively.”

“you jealous?”

“maybe. but it’s fine. i already know i’m your favorite.”

⟢ she leaves you little notes— on your desk, your locker, your phone case. they’re messy and sweet and often folded like tiny triangles. sometimes it’s a doodle. sometimes it’s something like:

“if today doesn’t treat you so well, come find me at lunch. i’ll share my food with you. that’s love.”

you definitely keep them in a shoebox like little treasures. shows doesn’t know that yet.

⟢ she gets stupid excited about niche date ideas. ellie doesn’t always do typical dates. she plans stuff like:

➛ “let’s go to that tiny observatory and pretend we know the constellations.”

➛ “i made a playlist for a walk. trust me with this.”

➛ “you ever tried speed running a co-op game while cuddling? let’s ruin our thumbs.”

and the whole time she’s doing it, she’s soft with you. holding your hand during loading screens. making sure you have snacks. explaining facts about the moon because she read about it last night.

“if you were a planet, i’d orbit you. i’m serious. no shame.”

“that’s the nerdiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“and yet here you are. still into me.”

⟢ she gets lost in you when you’re talking. you could be rambling about the most mundane thing— what your friends said, what you saw on tiktok, what you saw your classmates do— and ellie just stares.

not in a creepy way. in a full-body, soft-focus, “i can’t believe i get to exist at the same time as you” way.

“ellie?”

“yeah? sorry. i was just listening. you’re… really pretty… when you talk.”

⟢ ellie introduces you to joel for the first time. the buildup is worse than the actual event. ellie stresses over it for days. she’s convinced joel is going to say something awkward or embarrassing and ruin everything. you remember the time when ellie was talking to you about joel, saying how he’ll call you ma’am. and talk about wood or tractors or some dad thing.

but the day comes— and joel is actually so sweet in his gruff, awkward dad way. he’s just trying to be polite, but you can tell he’s quietly reading you like a hawk.

he shakes your hand and nods.

“ellie talks about you a lot.”

“dad—“

“what? just sayin’. you’re all over that sketchbook of hers.”

“i know i saw it once but multiple? i didn't know i was your muse, ellie.”

“i’m moving out. i’m running away.”

⟢ she loves you with her whole heart. ellie doesn’t know how to half-love. once she’s in, she’s in. she memorized your favorite snack. your music taste. the way your voice shifts when you’re tired. she sends you links to articles that remind her of you. buys you books just to write something soft inside the cover.

she kisses you like she’s still surprised and you let her. she’ll hold your pinky when you’re walking. smiles when she hears your voice.

“i think i’d like you in every universe.”

“you already have me in this one, ellie.”

“yeah, and it still feels unreal.”

uggh this is such a good one tysm <33 sorry this took so long I’ve been hella uncreative ngl

cw: fem reader, remy’s a chill guy, reader is a mutant but powers aren’t specific, shitty ex bf, mentions of gaslighting.

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As much as you love Emma you admit, it’s the opposite for her dress codes.

Each time she hands you an invite with a confident smirk and tells you she’ll see you there and to come looking your best. Your fine with repeating an outfit but Remy’s insistent to make it a date and shop together.

You hum along to the music playing on the speakers as you walk along through the racks tucked in the far end corner of the store. You sighed and turned around and that’s when a patterned top caught your eye from another section. Before you could reach it someone called out for you.

You turned and instantly cringed. There he was, your ex boyfriend from a few years ago. The breakup had been messy. Tears, harsh words, the works.

“Hey,” You said through a forced smile. “What’re you doing here?”

He shrugged and shot you a smirk that made your stomach churn. “Just looking.” He looked you up and down. Violating you with his gaze alone. “Didn’t expect to see you here, though.”

You glanced around nervously for your tall, cajun excuse and alas there he was, walking with two shopping bags in his hand. Remy waved with a relaxed smile, pecking your cheek.

“Cher.” Remy turned to your ex, still smiling but his multicolored eyes narrowed just enough for you to notice. He put a hand behind your back, his touch electric. “Cher’s friend.”

Your ex boyfriend was dumbfounded. He cleared his throat and looked away for the first time, clearly wounded. His pride, of course. Like he’d actually give a shit about you. “I didn’t know you were spoken for.”

“I have been for some time,” You said dryly, stepping in front of Remy. “Which I know you know because you’ve been liking my anniversary pictures.”

His face heated up, twisting into scowl. “You think I’m fucking desperate?” He spat. “Maybe you just haven’t looked good in a while. After all this time you’re still this egotistical?!”

You were thrown back to five years ago. You’d argue, he’d gaslight you, call you were being uptight for believing you deserved better. You stayed in that cycle until you got your powers, met Ororo, Jean, Emma, Logan, Remy, and all the others who made you realize your worth. Your fists clenched, the room electrifying with energy. You’d destroy him before he thought he’d get to humiliate you.

“Let’s not make a scene, mon amour,” Remy whispered, both hands enclosing around yours. He brought them up to his lips.

“He’s not worth it. Let me handle this,” His eyes pleaded. You nod begrudgingly and Remy turned to your ex who was still shaken up by your previous demonstration.

“What the hell was that?!” He shrieked. Remy held up a hand apologetically before clasping his shoulder.

“Nothin’ you need to concern yourself with, friend,” Remy replied smoothly, guiding the fearful man towards the exit. “What you should worry about is my lady and what I’ll do to you after if I see y’again.”

Your ex boyfriend sputtered and Remy just laughed and patted his back before pushing him along like nothing happened. “Thank you,” You said, linking arms with your lovely (and terrifying) boyfriend.

More Parrot Wanderrrrr

And pls go check out my fic Birdcaged thank you

(all rated E for smut and etc)

(beware for dead dove content)

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missing me?

Helena Eagan, leader in waiting to Lumon Industries is missing, presumed dead.

So why does Mark see her constantly?

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say yes to heaven

Professor Mark Scout meets a 26 year old grad student Helena at a Ganz fundraiser.

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the you inside of you

Helly speaks before she can think. “Fuck you.” But it isn’t enough. She can hear her heartbeat in her ears, the rage in her belly shifting into something more, unnameable almost.

“You really are such a fucking brat, aren’t you?”

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Helena Eagan discovers that reintegration has some...side effects.

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hit me harder (i’m getting re-wired)

To an innie that has only ever experienced the sterile fluorescent lights and the dull electrical hum of the Lumon office, every sensation is new and exciting. Even pain. Especially pain.

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deja-vu

What’s one I need you text between sisters after five years of radio silence? The catalyst for an impromptu nightclub visit, apparently.

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blessed are the broken

Helena Eagan has never known desire—that is, until she steps into Father Mark Scout’s chapel.

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two minds

Helena Eagen has always been polished, poised, perfect. In control.

Helly R. changes things.

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a helping hand

Helly's been in the bathroom for 30 minutes. Mark offers to help her out.

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plaything

Helly R wants to quit. Why would Helena do that? She’s having too much fun with her.

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axis & allies

The girl doesn’t move. Mark looks at her funny.

“I’m Helly,” she says.

“Uh, hi, Helly. Why are you sitting on my desk?”

Quiet laughter. Helly slips from the surface, extending a hand he has to cross the room to shake.

“Helly R—your TA?”

Six months after the death of his wife, Mark returns to Ganz.

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drowning on dry land

A grieving Helly and the MDR team chart a path forward after the events of the ORTBO.

Meanwhile, Mark Scout reintegrates, setting himself on a collision course with Helly, a woman he’s never met but can’t stop dreaming about.

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snare

After the restaurant, Mark takes Helena on a drive.

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soft as sin

Recently promoted Mark Scout attends his first end of quarter celebration at the Eagan estate and meets a young woman that he’d like to know more about.

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amomaxia

Mark and Helena nasty drunk hookup

Set after they meet at the Chinese restaurant, of course.

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sleeping (with the enemy)

Helly had only been able to hate Helena when she was a faraway concept. When their lives were interwoven this way, she couldn’t ignore the way the feeling morphed.

For the first time, Helly was angered by the fact that she didn’t know Helena. In another world, any other set of circumstances, maybe they could have been friends.

If she fucked herself, was she fucking Helena, too?

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sick as it sounds

Mark meets Helena months before his innie gets brained by Helly R. He's gonna need a lot more bandaids.

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5 times helly asked mark to reintegrate (and the 1 time she didn’t)

When Lumon is shut down, reintegration is offered as standard to all of its previous employees. Mark Scout isn’t sure he wants to reintegrate, in fact, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to. Helly will just have to do her best to convince him otherwise.

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a circle in salt

She goes up wanting him and comes down wanting him. It’s something she cannot fathom living without.

(moments in between)

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hey there, you on the table

“You’re going to lie down on the table. In there. Then you’re going to take your clothes off and touch yourself while I watch.”

Struggling to find somewhere private and desperate to fuck each other, Mark and Helly end up back in the conference room where they first met.

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brief hold, please

Helly comes into work with a hickey. Mark is distracted.

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drink the honey

Mark and Helly make use of their Hall Passes to explore more of the severed floor, eventually stumbling upon a hidden lab. Mark gets afflicted by one of the strange chemicals in the lab, and the only cure available is Helly…

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freaky friday

When Reghabi floods the chip in Mark’s brain, the severance barrier is disturbed. What happens when Mark Scout wakes up on the severance floor?

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yours, mine, ours

Alone in his bed, Mark dreams of them. Helena and Helly, together. Wanting him. Wanting each other. In the quiet hush of his dream, he finally stops choosing.

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Or. A deleted dream scene from missing me ch.13. Can be read as a stand alone piece.

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pas de deux

Mark Scout accepts a teaching position at the Myrtle Eagan Ballet Academy; Helena Eagan's attendance might make things complicated.

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outside with you

Something goes wrong with their chips, causing Mark and Helly to wake up outside of work.

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wedge

This sudden, suffocating need to be near Helly. To touch her. To hold her in ways that were intimate. Wrong. The kind of closeness she could only fantasize about in secret.

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The Eagan twins attend the Myrtle Eagan School For Girls

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tame your tempers, soothe your soul

Woe. Malice. Dread. Frolic.

Four tempers, one for each combination of the splintered lovers, drawn together time after time.

Post season 2. Mark S, Helly R, Mark Scout and Helena Eagan reckon with the splintered, four-hearted thing they have become.

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phantoms

A week after the events of the S2 finale, Mark Scout attempts to put together the pieces of his life. An added complication? He's still reintegrating, dreaming in Mark S.'s memories, and attempting to ignore the fact that his innie is trying to tell him something

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(never) break the chain

Mark offers to meet with Helena to discuss his experience with the overtime contingency. Reintegration has other plans for him.

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i wanna take you to euphoria

As a recreational drug, ether is inhaled for its intoxicating effects, causing euphoria, sedation, and hallucinations. The user may experience distorted thinking, euphoria, and visual and auditory hallucinations at higher doses.

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doubles

“We know each other down there, don’t we?” He asks, but he doesn’t phrase it like a question. Doesn't see the point, not when they both already know the answer.

Helena’s face flickers. For a second, she almost looks rattled, and hides the rest of her reaction behind a sip of whiskey. The bottle clinks in the silence that stretches, her hand slowly falling away from the counter.

“We do.” She eventually says.

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her favorite color

She was a bottomless pit of hunger — for freedom, vengeance. Destruction. She chewed through everything Helena gave her and spat it back out. It wasn’t enough to be given a body. A life. A clean slate. Free of the memories that would make her truly hollow. Nothing was enough.

Helly wanted to burn the whole house down, and Helena was locked in the basement.

or: helena wears a yellow dress to lift helly's spirits

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bitter honey, sweet sickness (hellyna dead dove)

When she visibly reacts to the inappropriate touch, her mother glowers at her through the mirror. It’s like being scolded by herself, watching in third person the exact type of shame she should have felt to do what she did in the first place. Her hand inches higher, and Helly squeaks. Mother, she means to say, but that’s not what comes out.

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office hours

“All administrators, faculty, and staff are prohibited from unethical or inappropriate fraternization with students, including, but not limited to, dating, pursuing a date, having or pursuing a romantic or sexual relationship with students.”

It’s literally in the handbook - written, signed, and stamped.

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reading together

Mark and Helly find some interesting contraband in Milchick's office.

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puzzle pieces

Professor Scout attends his first faculty mixer in 3 years, with his arm curled around the lower back of his hot, young, scandalously dressed new wife, Helly.

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heat lightning

“Mark.” She murmurs, her voice echoing. The tap drips.

She’s so alive, he thinks. So, so alive.

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Post s2e10 Cold Harbour

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miss eagan

The executive floor was dark except for a thin slice of light spilling from Helena’s office, pooling in the otherwise dim hallway. A trap laid out, just for him.

She looked different at night. He noticed the faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. The soft smudge of mascara beneath one of them, barely noticeable unless you were looking closely. She didn’t look sloppy. Just real. And somehow more dangerous for it.

—

Helena Eagan gets a hot young intern

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part of you knew

Mark’s had an inkling- the way Helly gravitates towards encouragement is something that he’s just filed off as endearing in his head. But it’s slotting into place now, the actual weight of it. Helly really, really likes being complimented.

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and those wedding bells were ringing out our fate

“Maybe it’s each other. That’d be a hoot.”

And what if it was?

(Or, based on that exchange and the fact that they had considered making them spouses on the outside, Mark and Helena are married. How’s that going?)

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they really are rutting

His back is against the shelf and his front is just an inch away from Helly. He’s hard, rock hard the exact words for it and-

His hips stutter forward, hitting Helly’s stomach, just above her waist. Mark moans at the contact, snapping himself back against the wall with wide eyes.

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Set after Mark shreds Petey's map in The You You Are.

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tie break

Mark runs his thumb up the line of her jaw, and takes a long look at her, in a way that she knows he’s about to say something stupid. “What?” She almost laughs, her voice breathy and quiet.

“Your boyfriend’s gonna kill me.” He jokes, and god he’s so fucking stupid, her face splits into a grin, then a barely restrained laugh. She leans back in, brushes her lips against his.