jackie 🪽

they\them | enby futch lesbian | writer + artist side blog: nuclearreactor4

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the mailbox is never locked! mail your letter and i'll respond when i can

any personal asks should be mailed to my side blog: nuclearreactor4

i will not accept any requests for the following: smut/nsfw (yet), anything to do with character or media i don't know/like, anything romantic with men, if dont like a request, i simply won't do it. although i doubt i will encounter any requests i won't do, as i am not a judgemental person, so don't be shy!

i block freely, and liberally

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Happy

chapter two ; Hear the Train Rumble

synopsis: you're bored of The Gardens, but a new client is in your books, will she give you the excitement you want?

contents: brothel worker!reader x sevika, descriptons of sex work, reader heavily suggested to be a lesbian, might get suggestive in future chapters

author note: another short chapter.... truly dont know where to take this

wc: 379

The bed underneath you is supple and the room around you smells softly sweet as you lay on your covers reading and waiting as for the hands of the clock to tick. The pages of the book captivate you intensely so that you don't notice of the echo of boots thumping and click of the door opening. 

A smoky smooth voice calls your name from the doorway making your eyes finally part from the pages to look at the woman through your kicking feet and take her in. She wears a large red piece of cloth, something like a scarf, over a cropped top and trousers that hang low on her hips. She effortlessly shows off a beautifully muscular midsection and bulging arms as she looks at you with eyes like the calm right before a storm, it almost makes you angry.

You sit up, snapping the tome shut, and scoot to the edge of the bed before the woman can call your name again in that horribly beautiful tune, "Sevika, right? I've heard a lot about you." you state, looking up at her from the cushion of your raised knee while you trace invisible patterns on the blanket beneath you.

"All good things I hope." she chuckles, going to sit down on the bed beside you.

But you stand right as she does and you stride to your desk to grab the personal contract from earlier, "Of course not." you reply, a bored tone evident in your tone. "I've mostly heard about the blood on your hands, but I'm sure there are more positive things in the wind of gossip." you added, digging around the desk for the paper. "Either way it's not like I believe the nonsense people love to spread."

You walk back to the bed, stopping in between Sevika's open legs and hold the piece of paper by your thumb and index, "Look at this."

"You tryin' to sign my soul away Missy?" she snaps back, accompanied with a lifted curve of her brow, then snatches the piece of paper out of your hand.

Her eyes dart along the page, a sly smirk slowly forming on her face. Your eyes bore into her cheeks. She gradually raises her eyes to yours, "You got a pen?"

[herbvrntletters]

i fear this is th e end.

so goodbye.

[acewasnthere01]

Youre a hypocritical lying horrid shit friend who stirs bullshit for your own pleasure. Genuinely get the fuck off the internet and seek help. You're very obviously not okay mentally yet you continue to make accounts and try again. We know what you did and how disgusting you acted to your boyfriend. Dont be vague about shit and start taking accountability. Grow the fuck up you're 17.

[herbvrntletters]

i fear this is th e end.

so goodbye.

[nuclearwastee]

bruh yk ur wrong youre a fucking liar. we know you lied about what aj was doing, we know that your talking shit about everybody, including me even when it was in YOUR rules to not go talk shit behind people backs you hypocrite. yeah we all saw the dms, we all know you use character ai to make bots, we all know that youre baeholic. i was in that server for less than a WEEK and you started talking shit about things that someone else shared in confidence. nicole you need some professional help you need to get off the internet and stop messing people up.

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it actually kinda pisses me off when i say in an authors note "lmk if you want more" then no one comments anything 😭😭😭😭 i am not saying that shit for fun im SERIOUS

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Happy

chapter one ; Tea and Cookies

synopsis: you're bored of The Gardens, but a new client is in your books, will she give you the excitement you want?

contents: brothel worker!reader x sevika, descriptons of sex work, reader heavily suggested to be a lesbian, might get suggestive in future chapters

author note: the cost of being unmedicated and having creative hobbies: you dont finish jack shit. someone sell me some adderall or something please

and btw this is the brothel room layout im decribing (with a few changes). use this for reference as you read. also this is a small chapter cause im testing the waters. lmk if you want more

wc: 272

The Gardens are like a greenhouse. Perfectly curated and maintained for the delicate flowers inside, but do any of those flowers ever wish to know the beauty of the wild?

 You've been working at The Gardens for years. 

There's really nothing wrong with what you do, Babette is unbelievably kind, you've discovered so much about yourself as time passed, the friends, allies, and money you come by are unbelievably vast, you like what you do, even more since you started only taking women, you're even somewhat popular! And yet, somehow, it's still so, so lonely. 

You wake up, doll up, leave to go to The Gardens, change, and wait for your appointments. It has gotten so boring over the years, so repetitive. You can't help but be like the delicate flower stretching its stem towards the misted window wondering how the wind tastes. But still, you sit, looking over your log book for the appointments for the day, it's not like you really want to leave.

It's the late afternoon, and your first appointment is in 2 hours. A new client. You sit at your vanity in your favorite lingerie, so you can hopefully cheer yourself up before the busy hour starts. You are then suddenly are reminded of the personal contracts, that hold no legal standing of course, that a friend suggested to get to know new clients, and to step left of your vanity towards the set of tall drawers and open the third, seeing the stack of blank contracts. You smile to yourself, hopefully this client will bring you the excitement you so desperately need.

[nuclearwastee]

i am actually so sick of writing about cowboys im putting how to grow a bluebonnet back in the fridge for later and making another meal.

ive been writing this for WEEKKKSSS im tired of it omfg

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