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hi 🐰 i’m lisa-marie ( or aristobun if you prefer ) and this is where i post everything i love and like and it is my happy place a good distance away from my roleplay blog ( vegaprose ) which i do love but sometimes need an escape from —— i have a variety of interests so they are scattered all over this blog , but do feel free to follow , i follow almost everyone back 🐇 *bun stomps* you can also access my writing by following ( this link ) if you want to keep up with my stuff .

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Frank had been resting there with her on the sofa of her office for the last three hours, after the brunette spent a good chunk of his free afternoon ranting and rambling on about everything that was out or order and chaotic and too much to deal with.

It hadn’t crossed his mind to move her because he honestly didn’t want to disturb her peaceful state. There was definitely something about her while she slept, he now knew, that made his harsh and overpowering personality soften a little. He had realised in these last three hours just how precious she could be and how angelic she looked as she lay there.

Perhaps some would say it was a foolish thing to do, to allow yourself to fall asleep in the arms of a man like Frank, but she seemingly did not care much about that. If she did, she would not have been so careless—which he knew for a fact because Helene would always put her foot down and berate if there was something off about any particular scenario.

“ Hey, sleepyhead.. “ he greets her as she begins to move on his chest, her head lifting ever so slightly and both eyes now opening to take in her surroundings.

“ Oh my god, I’m sorry, “ she mutters, still in her half asleep state for the most part but rubbing at one of her eyes to open it more easily, realising she must have slept pretty hard.

Frank is only grinning at her when she finally looks up at him, as if she was easy prey in this moment, but she stops any and all thoughts dead in their tracks as she presses a finger to his lips to silence whatever bullshit was about to come out.

“ Save it, “ she says, slowly moving to sit upright and allowing herself a moment to stretch and yawn while turned away.

“ Aww, come on, Hel—you know you love it when I tease, “ he is smirking even more now, leaning forward on the sofa as he turns to get a better look at her with her usually perfect hair all scruffy and her chosen dark eyeshadow smudged.

“ What? “ she asks, looking back at him and wondering what it is he has noticed about her now, because there was always, no matter the situation, something else for him to pick at.

“ Never seen you look so seductive, not gonna lie. I could take you right here on this sofa if you wanted it, “ he bravely admits and her mouth hangs open immediately at the audacity.

“ Oh piss off, Mackey. You know damn well I’m not falling for that or even considering letting it happen, “ she answers, but there is a very obvious tint of red to her cheeks.

As she moved to get up and cross the room back to her desk, he grabs her wrist in a grasp that indicates she couldn’t let go without some sort of struggle between them. Lifting her gaze to meet his own, regardless of the fact she’s blushing and he knows it, she tries to frown and snarl at the same time, but all that comes out is some sort of purring sound.

“ Well, I didn’t know you were so eager, “ he chuckles, grinning because in spite of the fact he knows that is not what she had intended, he seems to have the upperhand either way. “ Just let me kiss you, Helene. If you don’t wanna continue, I’ll stop, “ he adds, his eyes almost pleading with her.

“ I don’t really trust you, even if we’ve been working together for the last two years. I really shouldn’t, at all, “ she is arguing with herself it seems, as much as she is trying to convince him that she believes it to be a very bad idea.

But as she speaks those words, with pauses between them, it appears he is moving closer with every breath she releases and before she is even able to raise her hands or vocally protest, he has taken advantage of the close proximity between them and claimed her lips in what she determines is filled with pure lust and longing, simultaneously.

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when i had her as an assistant to frank in 2014, she dealt with questions in a similar manner to this, which isn't inaccurate because it's probably true, lmao.

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helene embarrassing frank when they travel the city between all the different events he is taking part in. cue frank being an uncomfortable mix of impressed and wanting to shush her.

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'Cause I've been too long in the wind

Too long in the rain

Takin' any comfort that I can

Looking back and longing for the freedom of my chains

And lying in your lovin' arms again

#helene / mackey

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Frank: You know, if someone painted this, they’d call it something corny, like “The Florist in Bloom.” Helene: Frank, it’s late. What are you doing here? Frank: Maybe I just wanted to see you. Is that such a crime? Helene: Depends. Are you here to pick another fight, or is this one of your rare moments of sincerity? Frank: Ouch. No faith in me, huh? Helene: It’s not about faith. It’s about patterns. Frank: Patterns can change. Sometimes they just need... the right person. Helene: And you think that’s me? Frank: I know it is. [ Helene pauses, her hands stilling over the bouquet. She doesn’t look at him. ] Helene: You’re awfully sure of yourself for someone who pretends not to believe in love. Frank: Who said I don’t believe in it? I just don’t believe in the Hallmark version. Love’s messy. It’s raw. It’s... complicated. Helene: And you like complicated, don’t you? Frank: I like you. Complicated or not. [ Helene finally turns to look at him, her expression soft but guarded. ] Helene: You don’t make it easy, Frank. Frank: I know. But I’m here, aren’t I? Even when I don’t know what to say or how to say it... I show up for you. Helene: Showing up isn’t the same as staying. Frank: Helene... [ He steps closer, his voice quieter now. ] Frank: I know I mess things up. I know I overthink, overtalk, over... everything. But when I’m with you, it’s like the noise in my head quiets down. You make me want to stay still. You make me want to stay. That terrifies me, but I don’t want to run from it anymore. [ Helene studies him, her walls starting to crumble. ] Helene: You’re not just saying this because you think it’s what I want to hear? Because I don’t need grand speeches, Frank. I just need... you. The real you. Frank: This is the real me. Flawed, restless, scared out of my mind—but completely yours. [ Helene puts down the bouquet and walks around the counter, stopping just in front of him. ] Helene: If you stay, Frank... if you really mean this, it’s not going to be easy. I’m not perfect either. I have my own chaos. Frank: Good. I don’t trust perfect. Perfect’s boring. [ They share a small laugh, the tension easing. ] Frank: Helene Starling, I don’t need easy. I just need you. [ She searches his eyes, and whatever she sees there makes her smile—a soft, genuine smile that melts the last bit of her hesitation. ] Helene: Then stay. Don’t just say it—prove it. [ Frank steps closer, cupping her face in his hands, his voice barely above a whisper. ] Frank: I’ll prove it every day if I have to. [ He kisses her, slow and tender, the kind of kiss that feels like a promise. When they pull apart, Helene rests her forehead against his, her eyes still closed. ] Helene: You’re impossible. Frank: Yeah, but you love me anyway. Helene: Yeah. I do. [ They stand there for a moment, holding onto each other like the world outside doesn’t exist. The bouquet Helene was working on lies forgotten on the counter, petals scattered like confetti. ]

#helene / mackey #oof #that one hit hard