Helloooo my lovelyz this is what I will write for and more about me I go by an online name not my real one. I've come to the conclusion of wanting to not live please excuse my page, if you need help please contact 988 it's the best way to get it!
My name is: Ophelia
I go by she/her
Age: 21
I'm usually active around 10pm-7am Est
My favorite color is: Maroon
Favorite song is: When your evil -Voltaire
Favorite drink: Coffee
Favorite movies: The Corpse Bride, Hocus Pocus, Coraline.
Favorite singers: Avril Lavigne, Sabrina Carpenter, Bille Eillish.
DO'S
1. I will write for ANY arcane characters NSFW or SFW either are fine
2. I write for ANY Johnny Depp character or him in general.
3. I haven't written any of the Hamilton cast YET but I'm getting to it.
4. I have four things in my drafts right now BUT my asks are open for certain reasons due to needing ideas etc.
5. I will write for Art the clown and Ghostface now I do know that gore and blood might have to be included due to them being killers, meaning if I write something for them a TW will ALWAYS be my top priority.
6. If you want a special character that I haven't heard of / seen, make sure to specify how they act or look like.
7. I do write wlw, mlm, ff4f ff4m mm4f f4m etc.
8. I do write for ST characters if asked for
9. I also newly write for Hazbin Hotel characters
DON'TS
1. I don't write r@pe never will, same with non-con.
2. If my asks ARE on DON'T come to me saying "Jesus died for you" things I'm not religious.
3. Don't come to me if your a Trump supporter or racist or ANYTHING like that your not allowed on my page.
Johnny Depp and his characters: https://www.tumblr.com/shatteredsoulsandbones/779492426932011008/you-and-jack-are-dating-and-you-two-rarely-get?source=share
Guys, idk why, but I genuinely love Vox/Vincent so much.
(Tags): Mention of killing. In my head, Vincent AND Alastor have blood kinks. (Me too, tho.)
You walked into the studio, new and excited. As you looked around, you saw the "God of Entertainment," Vincent Whittman, who had dark but two different beautiful eyes. You went to shake his hand, almost tripping over air with how excited you were.
"Hi! My name is Y/N. I'm new here."
A small blush crept up on your face. You could feel it flushing.
"Well, hello, Y/N. You're the new writer, I presume?"
His tone was uninterested and mundane.
"Y-yes, sir, I am, and I have been an admirer of your work for a whi—"
He cut you off.
"Save it, princess. I don't know why they hired someone new. I was enough. I can handle it."
His voice was dark, and you didn't know how to feel.
"I'll start writing then, sir..."
You sounded so nervous.
"Then scram and get it done. We don't have all day."
He waved you away as you went to write.
You got to your new office. It was lush and spacious, but overly lonely and quiet. Your shoes clicked as you made your way to the seat that was ready for you. Sitting down, you opened your laptop and got started with the report. You had great vocabulary and punctuation; that's why they hired you.
You worked on it for an hour or two before finishing it. You went to grab coffee before revising it. Your heels clicked on the marble floor on the way to the coffee machine in the break room.
You walked in and saw Vincent swirling his water around, looking down at it.
"Sir?" you asked quietly.
"What do you want, princess?"
His voice was annoyed.
"What are you doing, and are you okay?" you asked quietly, the concern evident in your voice.
"I'm fine. What do you need?"
He softened his tone a little.
"I just came to get coffee since I'm about to revise my writing."
You spoke calmly.
Vincent hummed slightly.
"I will have to revise it with you."
His tone was oddly soft.
"Alright. You can help revise it since you are the boss."
A small smile crept onto your face as you made your coffee.
"Good."
His voice was dark. It was deep, like it held secrets.
Your coffee finished, so you and Vincent walked to your office to revise the writing. Your heels clicked at the same pace his dress shoes did. It was silent, but it was oddly a good silence, not awkward.
You both made it to your office. You sat in your chair, and he sat in the chair in front of your mahogany desk. You turned the laptop screen toward him.
"Go ahead, read it."
You sounded confident.
He nodded and started reading. You tried reading his face, and you couldn't read it no matter how hard you tried. You waited for him to finish. After a while, he finally looked up, unimpressed.
"It'll do. Just put the correct punctuation and whatnot."
"What!? Was it not good enough?!"
You spoke quickly, disappointed.
"It was good enough to make it into this job, no? It's fine. Just continue revising it."
You sighed.
"Alright. I'll continue doing it like I was..."
He saw you were disappointed, but he didn't really care. He was a murderer; he shouldn't care. So, he left your office.
You sighed and started revising your writing. After an hour, you finally finished revising it and published it.
You went to Vincent's office, your heels clicking as you walked. When you made it to the door, you knocked.
"Come in."
His voice was cold.
You opened the door.
"I finished revising my writing, sir."
You spoke calmly.
"Good. Is that all you needed?"
"Um, yes, sir, it was. Sorry..."
Your voice sounded apologetic.
"It's okay, dear. You can go home now."
"O-okay, sir."
You left his office and went home. The drive felt a little longer than usual. Once you arrived, you got out of your car, locked it, and went inside your house.
You headed to the kitchen and made food.
While cooking, you heard something, but you ignored it because you always heard strange things in this town. You grabbed your wine and the fresh spaghetti you made and sat down to eat alone.
It was really lonely since you didn't have friends, because most people thought you were weird for wanting a job like the one you had.
You ate while thinking about how Vincent had been oddly friendly in the break room. It was weird, right? Was it something to be worried about? You didn't know. It was too soon into knowing him, so you brushed it off.
After eating and drinking your wine, you put your dishes in the sink to do later.
You went to take a shower. As you turned on the water, your phone rang. You answered it.
"Hello?"
Your voice was timid.
"Hey, Y/N. Tomorrow, I need you to make an appearance at the meetings I have."
His voice was cool.
"Okay, sir."
You didn't ask why. You knew better, especially after seeing those dark eyes.
He hung up, and you stepped into the shower. The water was warm, and the air smelled of lavender and something uniquely you.
You spent about twenty minutes in the shower before stepping out and drying off. You went to your room to change. You grabbed a princess-like blue robe with black feathers and put on your slippers before going to brush your teeth.
You walked to the bathroom and brushed your teeth, the minty taste filling your mouth. You spat, flossed, and then went to bed.
NEXT DAY
The next day, you got to the office exactly on time. You went to Vincent's office and knocked.
"Sir?" you said softly.
"Come in, dear," he replied in a faux-sweet tone.
You walked in and handed him the files for the latest broadcast.
"Thank you, princess."
There was even more fake sweetness in his voice.
"Princess? Why do you keep calling me that?" you asked quietly.
"Because it fits someone as dainty as you."
His voice and expression were both smug.
You glared at him and changed the subject.
"When is the meeting, sir?"
"In an hour. It's important, so don't. Screw. Up."
He spoke sternly.
"Of course, sir. I won't."
You worked until the time came. Then you got up and went with Vincent into the meeting.
You sat near him as he tried making a deal, but the other side got angry and wanted more. Vincent shut them down. The partner became furious, threw the papers down, and stormed out.
Vincent sighed.
"Clean this up, dear."
His voice sounded resigned.
"Yes, sir."
You quickly complied, picking everything up.
After finishing, you went to his office to tell him, but you walked in on him murdering the one who had thrown the papers.
You were shocked and horrified. It was terrifying.
You didn't know what to do, because what could you do?
He was murdering someone, and you didn't want to be next.
"S-sir?"
Your voice shook.
"Don't tell anyone about this, dear, or you're next."
His voice was cold.
"O-of course, sir..."
You left the office.
You felt guilty that you weren't doing anything about it. It almost felt as bad as actually killing the man yourself.
You tried working like normal, but then he came to you. You couldn't see him the same way anymore.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, dear..."
He spoke with faux concern.
"I-I didn't know my favorite celebrity was a murderer..."
You spoke nervously.
"You will get over it, dear. It just takes time... and I'll be with you every step of the way now."
His voice sounded genuinely a little sweet.
You didn't know what you were agreeing to, but it felt like the only way to survive.
"Yes, sir."
You accepted it.
Later that day, you went home. He followed like a stalker. He knew you knew he was there, but you didn't want to die.
Sorry it was so long, guys. I've had a lot going on, and still do, but I'm trying to get this story out.
TW: Not sure, tbh. It's just the plot of the movie, but changed a little, if that makes sense.
Green: Time himself
Red: Queen Of Hearts
Orange: The Mad Hatter
Pink: You
You fell into a wormhole. It felt just like it did when you fell down the rabbit hole, but now you're saving Hatter. You walked around the little place that you landed at. It was filled with clocks and anything and everything related to time. You looked around until you heard someone, and you hid. It was her — the Queen of Hearts.
“EUGH! CAN NO ONE DO ANYTHING RIGHT AROUND HERE?!” Her yell echoed through the halls.
After that, a man who had a long beard and clocks and timers all over him ran to her. “Y-Yes, my queen?” he said, not really wanting to talk to her.
“I need to use the Chronosphere for a while,” she said in a demanding tone.
He looked shocked. She had just asked for the thing that kept time itself in place.
“No! You cannot have the Chronosphere for any reason. It stays where it is. It is needed to keep time in order.”
“I do not care! I want it now!” Her spoiled brat attitude came out immediately.
“No! I forbid you from taking the Chronosphere!” he said, annoyed with her attempt.
Meanwhile, you heard them fighting. You looked at the H slot where all his timers for people were, and you didn't see Hatter's there. So, you grabbed the Chronosphere and ran with it to when the Red Queen was first going to be crowned. You rolled into it, fell face-flat, then got up and grabbed the Chronosphere to find Hatter and his family.
You ran for a little while, not really paying attention to where you were going, and lucky you — you ran right into Hatter.
“Woah there, love. Where are you off to in such a rush?” His voice was younger and a little brighter.
“HATTER!” You hugged him, but shortly after, you remembered he doesn't know you yet, so you stopped.
“Woah, lovely. H-how do you know my name, dear?”
You panicked for a second. “Oh, um... I just know of your father's hatting business, but, umh, let me introduce myself. My name is Y/N L/N.”
“Ah, okay, deary. Well, we better get to the coronation before it's too late! Come, come.” He grabbed your hand and led you to the coronation of the Red Queen.
You sat there for not very long until the crown would not fit on her head, and Hatter laughed as the crown broke. His father yelled at him, calling him a bunch of names. You saw how hurt he was. The whole room was laughing too, so why only get mad at him, right?
Well, Hatter ran, and she got angry. Her head grew even larger.
You ran after Hatter, but it was too late, so you went to a different timeline with the Chronosphere. But time was of the essence — literally. He had found you, and it was catching up to you, but you pressed on and went to when everyone, including the twins, were little. Even Hatter was little.
You fell into a pile of snow, grabbed the Chronosphere, stuffed it into your dress pocket, and went to spy. You watched them have fun until Hatter spotted you and invited you home due to the cold and because you weren't properly dressed.
“Ma'am, would you like to come in?” Hatter's small voice said.
“Sure,” you agreed to find out more.
And you did, in fact, find out more. You found the little hat, and his dad tried making a hat for you. But you looked at the time and ran as fast as you could to stop the Red Queen from hitting her head, but that backfired because she got even more hurt.
Time came to you after you tried running. “G-G-Give me th-th-the Chronosphere.” He glitched out a multitude of times because of the Chronosphere missing from its place.
“I can't yet!” you exclaimed and went back to the group in Underland, but Underland was crumbling slowly due to your choice. So you rushed to fix it and went to another timeline.
This time, the Red Queen stole the Chronosphere to undo what Mirana had lied about — the crumbs of the tarts. But she made one mistake. Her past self saw her future self, and they turned to stone. The whole palace started turning into stone also, so Mirana took her sister's stone body and went with you.
Hatter found his family while you were busy, but they were small, ant-sized, in an ant farm. But no one would be here soon if you didn't hurry.
You ran as fast as you could. Everyone else turned to stone, and you were about to also, but you placed the Chronosphere back right before you did. But it wasn't enough, it seemed. You still turned to stone.
Then a little spark from the Chronosphere and its base saved it. The stone started retreating — first you, then them, then the others.
Mirana and the Red Queen hugged and made up. Time was impressed, and everyone was surprised they weren't stone anymore, and his family wasn't shrunken anymore either.
“You did it, deary! Thank you!” Hatter sounded happier than ever and hugged you.
“Woah, Hatter, you're welcome.” You smiled.
“You should stay here with us for longer.” He sounded desperate, almost begging.
“Fine. I'll stay only if I get the blueberry scones and tea first.”
“Deal, dear!” He sounded happy.
You smiled, and everyone went back to normal. You lived with Hatter now, and it was comforting.
The problem I have right now with "modern feminism" is the fact that some of y'all refuse to see nuance to the point where we're regressing as a society.
I hate bringing up Johnny Depp again and again like this, but it's the prime example. You guys are not immune to falling for propaganda, and it really shows with how Johnny Depp is still treated by many women.
The facts are being severely misrepresented in order to discredit a male victim. There is no "they abused each other", or " they were both toxic to each other". That may be true for some cases, but when said it reference to Johnny Depp it is false.
The misrepresentation I actually want to talk about is how the UK trial is being used as proof that he's guilty, but I don't think many people understand what that trial was.
The first thing I'd like to point out is the judge himself said that he was not convicting anyone, and Johnny was to remain innocent. This is because this case was strictly again The Sun (the magazine that originally posted the allegations). Because the article did not mention Johnny Depp by name, it was essentially written off as "free speech" (I'm aware that Britain's Constitution is different, I'm just making a comparison for my American folks).
Secondly, the nature of the trial was not the same as the trial in Virginia. As stated before, the UK trial was against The Sun, but the Virginia trail was more against Amber Heard. Another big thing to note is that because of this difference, the UK trial did not have a jury, so the ruling was completely up to the judge, who may have been biased. The Virginia trial's verdict was decided on by a jury. Because this was a civil case, in the United States, 9 out of 12 jurors need to agree to reach a consensus. Johnny reached this supermajority during his US trial, despite both parties (Johnny and Amber) having equal time and opportunity to present their case, and cross examination by both team's lawyers.
While the Virginia trial did not charge anyone with anything, this case essentially said that Amber Heard defamed Johnny Depp with her claims of abuse, meaning the jury found her claims to be not real.
Tags: Mention of dead family members and that's abt it.
You woke up next to Hatter, groggy and disoriented because you didn’t remember how the hell you got there. He woke up beside you.
*Deary, are you okay?" he said, his sleepy voice filling the room in a sweet way.
"Y-yeah, I just don’t remember how I got in bed with you… no offence," you said, waking up even more.
He smiled and looked nothing less than understanding. “None taken, Deary.”
You smirked and got up to get ready for whatever the day held. Hatter did the same. You two went to his kitchen to make hat-shaped pancakes for the White Queen, Cheshire Cat, etc. They enjoyed their pancakes with you and Hatter. After breakfast, you two parted ways for a little bit.
Unbeknownst to you, he found a paper hat he’d made for his father when he was younger—burned a little, but still in one piece—and he went madder than mad. His hair turned a sickly grey color, and you didn’t find out until you got back into Underland. The group told you when you returned, and after they told you where he was, you followed their pointing to his house.
He opened the door.
“Deary! If there’s anyone who will believe me, it’s you!” he said, in a tone that worried you.
“Hatter, what are you talking about?” you said worriedly.
“My family! They’re still alive!” He looked so happy to say it; you could tell he truly believed it.
“Hatter, that cannot be possible…” you said sadly.
“No, no, no! I know they’re still alive—I just know it! This right here is proof!” He showed you the burnt paper hat he’d made when he was younger.
“Hatter, what is that?” you said softly.
“Something I made my father when I was younger! It’s proof they’re still alive!” he practically squealed.
“Hatter… your family is gone…” You tried to let him down easy.
His face turned unreadable and his eyes darkened. “You’re not the real Y/N,” he said coldly.
“Hatter, what are you talking about? You’re speaking more nonsense than usual!” you said, worried.
“Get out.” His tone held purpose and unfriendly sharpness.
“Hatter, wa-”
“Out,” he said coldly.
You sighed, realizing it was no use. “Fine…”
"I can't get him to think otherwise.." You said disappointedly
The White Queen spoke up. “Dear, I might have a solution.” She took you to an old grandfather clock. “This clock will take you back in time, but since we’ve all already used it, only you can go, dear.”
You were watching a movie on the couch until you heard someone calling you. Of course, you went to answer it—until you heard a deep voice.
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” the deep voice asked.
“Who is this?” your voice was skeptical.
“No one you know. Now, what’s your favorite scary movie?” the deep voice rang out.
You sighed and assumed it was just some Halloween prank, so you hung up.
The next day, you went to school, but Billy followed you everywhere you went. You didn’t think much of it, because you two were best friends. Sidney wasn’t with him at all today—she seemed distant and distracted.
At the end of the day, Stu asked you, Billy, Tatum, and Sidney to a party he was throwing at his house. You agreed to come since you really had nothing else to do. You walked home to get ready, making sure to at least look presentable. You looked for your keys, grabbed them, and drove off.
On the way there, you could’ve sworn you felt someone watching you. It was a feeling you’d never felt before—and didn’t want to feel again. It was weird, but you pushed the thoughts back, convincing yourself you were just being paranoid.
You got to Stu’s house and knocked on the door. Billy answered, smiling at you. You gave him a friendly smile back, not at all thinking he was a killer. You looked over at Stu and smiled at him too. You would’ve never guessed he was going to kill Tatum tonight.
You grabbed a beer and sat on the couch with Billy. Stu was in the other room, where Randy was telling people about how to survive horror movies. Stu walked through the doorway, turned to Randy, and said in a mocking tone, “I’ll be right back!” before leaving to do something.
A couple minutes later, Tatum went to get more drinks from the basement. Little did she know her last breath would be under a garage door, being chased by the very person she loved.
The killer went behind her. At first, she thought it was just a prank by one of the partygoers. It wasn’t, but she didn’t know that yet. She turned to the killer.
“Please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface! I want to be in the sequel!” she said in a mocking tone.
The killer stabbed her. She tried running, but she didn’t make it. She reached the garage, but the killer pressed the garage door button, crushing her ribs. You could hear the agony in her screams. It was horrible, yet no one heard her—they were too busy partying upstairs.
The next day rolled around, and no one asked why Tatum wasn’t at school. The only one who knew she hadn’t come home was Dewey, her sheriff brother. He went to check out Stu Macher’s house, and lo and behold, there was Tatum’s dead body, rotting slowly. Flies and maggots surrounded her. Dewey was horrified.
He went to the school and asked Gale Weathers to interview the people who were at the party. She did and filed a crime report. During the interviews, everyone denied involvement.
After school, you walked home, but you felt like something—or someone—was watching you. You weren’t sure if it was paranoia or just the fear of a killer on the loose. Still, you continued home. You went inside, locked the door, and walked to your room.
Once there, you were about to change clothes when you felt like someone was watching you. You shut the windows, hoping it would help, then changed into shorts and an oversized hoodie.
You walked to the kitchen for a snack, still feeling that eerie presence. Looking out the window, you saw the killer. You screamed and ran to the nearest bathroom, locking and barricading the door. Terrified, you watched as the killer burst through, knife in hand.
He knocked you out.
You woke up hours later, tied to a chair. Strangely, you weren’t hurt—or dead. You had never heard of Ghostface sparing his victims, but you were slightly relieved.
The killer walked toward you, his voice no longer concealed by the changer.
“Well, well, well… I finally caught up to my lovely,” the killer said.
You recognized the voice immediately. Billy Loomis—your friend’s boyfriend.
“Billy,” you whispered softly.
“Correct.” Billy took off the mask, smirking with an obsessive look in his eyes.
“Why?” you asked.
“You were always out of reach for me. You came around when I was already dating Sidney, so she became my problem. I wanted to kill her, but it would’ve been too obvious, since I’m with her 24/7.” His tone held no remorse or regret.
“You killed people! You killed my best friend!” you yelled, anger filling your body and soul.
“I didn’t kill Tatum. Stu did.” He smiled.
“W-what?” you managed to stutter out. “Stu is working with you?”
“Yeah, he is.” Billy’s eyes glowed with obsession.
“You’re crazy!” you screamed.
"You're right I take pride in being crazy" he smirked, his expression never changing.
“Billy… why did you do it?” you asked softly.
“Sidney’s slut of a mother made my parents get a divorce. And because… I’m killing everyone near you that isn’t me.” His smile was eerie.
“What about Stu?”
“He knows better than to go against my rules,” Billy said coldly.
"Why me?" Your voice went cold.
He smirked, mocking your tone. “Because, dear, you’re my project. I fell in love with you the first day you came to this school. But I was dating Sidney, and I needed her for my plan. I couldn’t have broken up with her—that would’ve been stupid.”
You sighed, knowing he had a point.
“You’re smart for a killer.”
“You wanna join me?” he smirked.
“…Sure,” you said, not knowing what you were getting yourself into.
Tags: Light kissing, mention of public execution, cuddling.
THE END WAS RUSHED
Purple: Cheshire cat
Orange: Tarrent High Top
Pink: Reader
Red: Queen of hearts
Blue: The white queen
You don't know what happened, but somehow you fell down a rabbit hole while following a white rabbit. You walk through the strange place and see a cat smiling at you. He introduced himself as the Cheshire Cat.
“Y/N, is that you? My, my, you’ve grown.”
You didn’t know how he knew your name, but you paid no mind.
“Where am I?” you asked, confused.
“Wonderland,” the Cheshire Cat responded with a condescending tone.
“How do I leave?” you questioned.
“You don’t,” the Cheshire Cat responded back. “Just venture the place,” he said, smirking.
“Can I get directions to the nearest non-cat?” you smirked.
“Ah, of course, I forgot how much sass you have,” the Cheshire Cat rolled his eyes. “Turn left twice and right five, and horizontally six times,” he said as he disappeared.
“How am I going to remember all that?!” you yelled to no one.
You decided to just walk until you found someone. You walked what felt like hours until you saw someone with a high hat drinking tea.
“Hello?” you said slowly.
His head snapped up excitedly. “Y/N, you’re back!!”
His voice rang out. You walked slowly to him and decided to sit down next to him, and he hugged you.
“How’s my lovely woman doing?” he asked curiously.
“I’m fine... um, what’s your name again?” you said, not remembering him at all, due to the last time you saw him he was young—and so were you.
“Hatter. Mad Hatter, to be exact, love,” he gave a smile that screamed insanity.
“Nice to see you again, Hatter,” you said in a faux knowing tone, since you barely remembered him.
“You don’t remember, do ya, love?” He looked into your eyes.
“Yeah... I don’t. I’m sorry...” you said apologetically.
“It’s okay, dear,” he said, sounding disappointed but still deciding to go along with it. “Would you like some tea?” He wanted to lighten the mood a little.
“Sure!” you exclaimed with happiness, eager to try the tea.
He poured you some and handed you a scone. “Dig in, deary,” his tone happy, bordering on insane.
You drank it, and it was honestly amazing—your taste buds had never tasted anything better.
“This is good, Hatter!” you exclaimed.
“Thank you, dear. I made it myself,” his voice was calm. “Try the scone, it tastes just as well.”
You nodded and took a bite, and it really did taste just as well. You weren’t sure how, but it was literally amazing!
“You’re right, Hatter, it really is!”
He nodded, already knowing it was good. Suddenly, you started to feel dizzy and everything went dark.
A couple of hours later, you woke up in a strange hat-shaped house. You knew whose house you were in just by the sheer insanity of the design.
“Hatter?...” you said, weary of what was to come next.
Hatter came and looked relieved that you were awake.
“My dear, you fell unconscious. Are you nauseous?” he asked gently, his insane demeanor softening.
“N-No, I’m fine, just a little dizzy... d-did you poison me?” you asked suspiciously.
“Dear, I would never. I probably just picked up a bad scone,” he sounded genuine enough.
“Maybe...” you said, not quite believing him yet.
“I assure you, deary, I didn’t do it on pur—” before he could continue, the White Queen burst through his door.
“She’s coming for Y/N! Hide her!” Miranna said quickly and frighteningly.
Hatter immediately ushered you out of the house, but the Red Queen was right there. Her guards knocked you and Hatter out.
Hours later, you woke up and saw yourself in a red dress with a Queen of Hearts card on it. You saw Hatter about to get publicly executed. You tried to scream, but nothing came out. All you could do was watch.
But before he got executed, he disappeared—leaving only his hat flying around. You instantly knew it was the Cheshire Cat.
A couple of minutes later, Cheshire Cat’s head popped out of Hatter’s hat. He winked at you as he disappeared again—taking you with him.
You got put in the same room with Hatter.
“Deary?” he said softly.
“Yes, Hatter?” you said quietly.
“If you could do anything, would you have done anything?”
“Yeah, I would...” you said softly.
He went to your face, your noses brushing against each other.
“Really, deary?..”
“Yes, Hatter...” you whispered softly.
He kissed you gently. You were shocked at first, until you kissed him back. The kiss went on for a while until he pulled away and smiled.
“You’re a good kisser, dear,” he said.
You stayed silent, not knowing what to say.
He chuckled at your silence as he brought you back to his home, and the two of you fell asleep cuddling in his bed.
