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changisworld · 7 months ago

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“just try it”

fuckboy!hyunjin x reader

Word count;7,023

Summary: you’re known as quite a timid & closed off person in your college class, the one who studies 24/7 & doesn’t have much interest/ confidence in order to enjoy the usual college life, including having sex. You get partnered up for a project with the known fuckboy of the campus, hyunjin.

MDNI, 18+ only, smut warnings under the cut

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main masterlist here

part 2 here

SMUT WARNINGS: Virginity loss (f rec), slight coercion, kinda manipulative hyune, fingering(f rec). oral (both rec), piv, multiple orgasms, slight needy hyune, slight body worship, nipple sucking, light marking(scratching, hickey), corruption???, mention of blood( It's extremely brief) kinda angsty ending??

"Hyunjin, for the presentation you can go with... y/n!" your lecturer says after scanning the room & you freeze as she says this, making you want the ground to swallow you on the spot. You know Hyunjin & you haven't got a good opinion on him whatsoever.

You give a faint, displeased smile to your teacher before she moves onto sort out other groups for the project & a minute later, the chair beside you is moved & your new partner is now sitting next to you.

"heya, glad to be your partner, don't worry, I'll actually pull my weight sweetie so you won't be doing it on your own." he says with a faint smile, resting his head on his hand as he looks at you.

You stare at him as he says this, honestly in disbelief. You know he is just trying to piss you off as he has asked you to do an essay for him, leaving you with all his notes before running off, not allowing you to even say no. "I don't want you to help me, you'll make us fail. I'll just do it." you say, venom in your voice & hyunjin 'tuts' at this.

"Cmonnn y/n, don't be silly, i'd love to help! You can come to my place at the end of today & we can start." he says as he rips the corner of the piece of paper you were writing on & writing his address on it before sliding it to you & then standing up & resting his hands on the back of your chair as he leans down to you. "See ya later."

He leaves the classroom as the bell goes & you groan, scrunching up the paper he scribbled on & shoving it into your jacket pocket before also leaving.

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You spend your lunchtime in the library, starting a few rough drafts so you can get a better idea of what you want to say as you present, taking the extra couple of minutes to write Hyunjins parts too. You have your headphones on & you're quite honestly in your own little bubble but as you look u from the computer to open your drink, you notice the same annoying guy from earlier, sitting across from you, looking at his phone, not paying you any mind.

"Can I help you?" you question, staring at him with an annoyed lookon your face. "Actually, you can. Stop working without me, I want to help." he responds back, not looking up from his phone as he texts someone. You scoff & roll your eyes as you swivel around in your spinny chair, looking right at him.

"I don't feel like failing because you do jack shit. Just go n i'll do it myself, go admire yourself in the mirror or something & leave me alone." you respond again before turning back to your computer but a second later your chair is being pulled by him so you're facing him again, his phone now on the desk.

"Stop being so weird y/n, I want to pass as much as you do so stop being so stingy. Move, I wanna see what you've wrote." he flashes you a closed mouth smile before lightly pushing your chair, allowing him to now have space for him to also sit. You groan before standing up. "Just take my seat Hyunjin, I'm leaving." You push your seat towards him & begin to leave but you feel him swing his arm out & hook around your waist before pulling you.. onto his lap.

"You're so hard to please, you like this with everyone n everything hm?" he questions as he begins reading what you've written down, grabbing the keyboard & beginning to tweak a few things.

You hate to admit it & glad there are no mirrors anywhere so you don't have to allow yourself to see how much you're blushing. You can't think of anything to say so you just sigh as you watch him type, his arm still around your lower half, him paying no mind to it as he pulls his airpods out & handing you one as he uses the other as he puts a random playlist of his on, your own headphones around your shoulders.

You both stay like this, you being too shy to move & he just simply not caring, he asks for your opinion on certain parts as he types out your opinions.

A minute or so later, you both hear footsteps entering the library but you both don't pay attention, up until the footsteps stop right in front of you, the footsteps belonging to another girl in your class, Lisa. You give her a small smile, trying to be polite despite not really being friends but she ignores you as she pulls Hyunjins airpod out & he flips his head around before looking up at her.

"Ah, hiya Lisa, you alright?" he asks as he now realises the perfume you're wearing, which he likes. "Yup. Wha'cha doing? I thought we were going for lunch together at that new cafe I saw, y/n keeping you prisoner? You're more than capable to do this without Hyunjin today, right? Can you stand up n Jinnie cmon." Lisa replies, trying to sound as if she is joking around but it's obvious she's pissed.

Her words make you remember that you're still sitting on Hyunjins lap & you instantly shoot up but his arm stops you, forcing you back onto him. "Ahh Lisa totally forgot, y/n is helping me get that A so i'm gonna stay, go with Chan or something, I'm busy." he responds, turning the chair you're both sitting on so you're both now facing the computer as he begins typing again.

Lisa scoffs as she has her eyes burning into the back of your head before she slams his airpod back down on the desk & walking out, her paying no mind to the stares from annoyed students she is receiving. "Bitch almost broke my airpod into damn pieces." he murmurs as he reaches out & takes it back & puts it in his ear, not mentioning anything else, which makes you curious.

"Why is she so upset? You can go with her Hyunjin I can really do this on my own." you question, reaching forward to pull your notepad towards you, swatting his hands off the keyboard as you start copying what you've wrote on paper, onto the document. "She's pissed because me n her have been fucking n she can't handle me talking to any other pretty girl. Me n her are nothing so don't stress pretty, I'm available." he jokes as he leans back to let you type & you scoff.

"How can you be fucking her yet you claim to be nothing with her? You're playing with her feelings, it's sad." you respond, annoyance in your tone & Hyunjin just sighs. "I've got a big dick n I like to use it. You'd fuck her too if you had a dick, she's good at sucking it, believe me. She said she wouldn't catch feelings but here we are. I'm tryna pawn her off to Seungmin or Chan but she doesn't take the hint." he says, nonchalantly as his fingers fiddle with the bottom of your shirt, simply twiddling it in between his fingers.

"Why you interested anyway, It's casual sex. Don't you relate? I know you don't party or anything since i woulda seen your pretty face from anywhere but don't you ever hook up with anyone?" He questions, leaning forward as he rests his chin on your shoulder, not failing to miss how you tense up as he does so. You don't respond to him, which give him his answer.

"Ohhh, you a virgin or something? How does someone who looks like you not get around?" he teases, wiggling from side to side in the chair, making you wiggle on him as you huff. "Shut up Hyunjin, oh my god. I just.. have better things to do? I have better things to focus on." you murmur back, cheeks going red again but this time out of embarrassment. He chuckles before letting the subject go, not wanting to pry too much.

You type for a minute or so more as he helps you reword it, suggesting some ideas which actually aren't stupid. This goes on for a few minutes until you hit a stump & both can't agree on what to do. "Just come to mines later, mkay? I know you've kept the paper, Sorry to be the one to break the bad news but I've got to go see someone, so you're gonna need to get off my lap." he says, patting your leg & you shoot up, remembering where you both are & being reminded again you are siting on thee Hyunjins lap.

He packs his stuff up before ruffling his hair up & then walks past you, taking his airpod out of your ear & also your headphones off your shoulders at the same time. You turn around to protest but he speaks before you can get any words out. "I'll take these with me so you have to come later, unless you wanna buy another pair of course, see ya later pretty." he skips away, your teeth clenched & eyebrows frowned as you watch him.

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You reach his apartment later that night after going home to get dressed, now wearing sweatpants & a plain grey tee & you stand at the front door for a minute, trying to talk yourself into knocking on the door but also to try calm your nerves. 'why am I so fucking nervous?' you keep asking yourself. Before you can act on anything however, you feel a tap on your back & it's obviously hyunjin, staring back at you, before moving forward to unlock his door, as he does this you realise the faint smell of a sweet smelling perfume, which makes you roll your eyes.

"You coming in then?" he questions as he kicks off his own shoes, arm still holding the door open for you & you sigh before stepping in, also taking off your shoes.

You follow Hyunjin into his bedroom out of all places as he takes your bag off your back & throws it onto his bed, you take a seat on his desk chair, spinning from side to side as you sit on top of your hands. "Why can't we study in your kitchen hmm? or livingroom?" you question & he flops onto his bed before digging through your bag to grab your books. "My wifi connection is shit everywhere except for my bedroom & bathroom for some reason so unless you wanna spend even longer with me than you want, not that I'd mind, by the way, we gotta do it here." he says, not bothering to look up at you as he grabs a few highlighters & pens from your pencil case, taking the extra few seconds to have a quick dig through the rest of your bag before putting it on the floor.

You scoff as you stand up off the chair & settle down on his bed beside him after realising it will be almost impossible for you to both sit at his desk due to the size of it & the random clutter all over it.

You both begin figuring out what the hell you both need to include for your exam, Hyunjin obviously still randomly trying to flirt with you but you just ignore it. You both actually start making progress, both of you lying on your stomachs across from one another as the mixture of scrap paper, books & laptop is in between the both of you as you both balance yourselves on your elbows.

Every time you both have a quick discussion, however, you can't help but notice how much his eyes wander to the opening of your shirt, showing the top part of your chest, you try to ignore it but you can't help but get a bit flustered by it, which he realises so he doesn't have the shame to stop. "Can you stop trying to stare at my tits? You aren't even being discreet." you scoff, trying to sound stern but your voice pitch raises at the end regardless.

"Can't help it. You're hot n if it's right in front of me, you can't blame me, silly." he quickly responds, nibbling on the end of your pen. "You're such a man slut, you have another girls perfume on you yet you can't contain yourself around someone else not even two hours later, you gross me out." you snap back, reaching out to snatch the now slightly chewed pen from between his pretty lips & wiping it on him before dropping it on the bed.

"Only have the perfume smell because Lisa knew I was gonna be with you later, you jealous or something y/nnnn?" he snarks, reaching out to boop your nose, watching as the tip of your ears go bright red. "Jealous? Don't make me laugh, Hyunjin. I don't care what you n her have going on, believe me." You break eye contact with him, getting flustered from the conversation happening. "Cmonnn, y/n, if you wanna fuck, just say that." he half jokes, picking up the pen again before fiddling it in his hand.

You laugh at his words, honestly not even surprised at what he is saying. "You're so cocky, god. I'd genuinely, rather die." you spit, eyebrows frowned, which makes him hum. "So, you're telling me, If i was to kiss you, you'd actually push me off you?" he queries, pushing the paper & books to the side, nothing separating the two of you anymore.

You open your mouth to mostly yell at him for even saying something so dumb but you don't get any words out as he puts his hand behind your head & leans forward before connecting his lips against yours. You freeze under the touch, not even really knowing what to do since you've never actually kissed anyone either, but you can't help but take notice of how soft his lips are & how they move in a perfect rhythm.

He breaks his lips off yours a few seconds later, but doesn't leave your space, your lips centimetres apart. He again realises how much he is blushing & you hate how composed he looks. "Y/n." he says, in a lower voice. "mhmm?" you instantly reply, your heart racing. "Was that your first kiss?" he questions, the hand behind your head now playing with your hair.

You embarrassingly nod your head & he just smiles. "Well, since we are here, we can redo it, if you want. No pressure." he responds, his voice now sounding more soft. You mentally contemplate for a split second before nodding. "just follow my lead alright, it's easy." he says before leaning back in & kissing you again.

You move your lips against his, remembering to relax your lips so it feels easier & better for Hyunjin. You subconsciously lift your hand to rest it against his cheek but as you do this, he leans further forward & pushes into you with his bodyweight, making it so you are now laying on your back & you can't help but feel your underwear dampen, which gives you even more butterflies.

He moves the hand that was resting on the back of your head & rests it on your cheek instead, caressing it with his thumb as his other hand now rests on your lower stomach before his fingers begin playing with the hem of your shirt & you move your own hand & rest it on top of his that is playing with your shirt.

He keeps the pace of the kiss slow, keeping it enjoyable for the both of you but he can almost hear your heartbeat going at a million miles per hour as he teases you by biting your bottom lip, which makes you let out a small whimper which instantly sends blood to his cock.

You somehow forget to breathe & as he breaks the kiss for the second time, you're breathing a lot heavier as your cheeks are on fire due to how much you're blushing.

"There's no way that was your first kiss, you're so good at it." he remarks, biting his own bottom lip, which you can't help but find extremely hot. His fingers now dig themselves under your shirt, his finger now lightly scratching & caressing the skin of your stomach, making your back arch slightly.

"It was my first time.. I swear." you say back, your voice sounding more blown out & airy than you wanted. "Well, if you want, we can go further. I've already been your first in one thing & I'd be able to actually show you how to feel good.. for your future partners, of course." he says, his voice sounding low again, his fingers not stopping their actions as he still caresses your skin.

"I- that's a huge thing Hyunjin, I want my first time to be with someone who I really care about." you basically whisper back, your nerves making you want to almost vomit, he pouts at your response. "heyyy, I can show you absolutely everything you'll ever need, I'd look after you so well, make you feel amazing, if you'll let me. I know you care for me even a little bit since you've been blushing every time we have spoken today. Not to mention, I've never had a bad review." he responds, elongating the last word to try get his point across.

As he says this, he leans further down & rubs his nose against yours while giving a faint smile, before leaning down & nuzzling his face into your neck , inhaling your sweet vanilla perfume before nibbling on your neck. "I promise. pleaseee.?" he whispers in your ear, his fingers now crawling further up your frame, resting just beneath your tits, which makes your breath hitch. You think for a second, your hand reaching up to caress his long soft hair as you nod your head before mumbling an 'okay' & you can feel him smile against your neck.

He sets himself back up on his elbows, giving you a warm look before leaning back, kissing you again as his fingers now reach up & cup your right tit, to his surprise you're not wearing a bra, which makes him hum. "No bra? Did you expect this, y/n?" he asks, smirk not leaving his face as he starts to brush his fingers over your nipple, making you squirm beneath him. "They're just uncomfortable." you reply, making him chuckle before kissing you again.

He wraps two fingers around your nipple before twiddling it between them, tugging it lightly every once in a while, liking the reactions you give him as he does so, letting small noises escape your lips & get swallowed by him.

This continues for a minute or so before he moves his lips from yours & moves to your jawline, slowly littering kisses down it before moving down to your neck as he removes his hand from your tit to lift your shirt up but you stop him as you sit up & take your shirt completely off, surprising yourself with the random outburst of confidence.

His eyes light up at the sight, your tits being some of, if not the best pair he has ever saw. He smirks at your face, you giving him a faint smile, your eyes filled with lust as you are convinced your panties are now soaked more than they already are. "so pretty, can I taste them?" he asks as he lays down & pulls you so you're now straddling him, your ass now being able to feel his thick hard on.

You nod & he wastes no time at all before pushing on your back, your tits now right above his face before he looks up at you, smiling before he latches his pretty plump lips on your nipple as his fingers begin playing with the other one again & you can't control the yelp you let out at the feeling. You throw your head back as your fingers weave their way through his hair as you lightly tug on it, making him release a few low groans as he continues suckling, spit leaving his lips & wetting your boobs.

You can't help but begin grinding against him, the sucking noises & your light whimpers filling the room. He switches to the opposite nipple & at the same time, his hand comes to rest on your ass, caressing it & squeezing the flesh, making you arch your back, wanting more.

"Hyune- more, please." you say, swallowing your pride & asking the man beneath you to give you what you now want. He unlatches himself & you look down at him, his lips & chin shiny with his own spit as he helps you grind against him. "Well what is it you want y/n hmm? You're gonna need to tell me if you want anything since I don't know what you can handle, silly." he replies, smirking at you as he wriggles his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants as he now grinds into you too.

"I- fingers or something, please?" you whine, leaning forward to hide your face in the side of his neck, hiding the embarrassment on your face. Despite you not being able to see it, he is smirking as he helps move you so you are laying on your back again & your legs automatically part, your feet planted on the bed as he settles between them, sitting on his legs as he takes his hoodie off, revealing his gorgeous body which you can't take your eyes off of.

"Just giving you a bigger view with a view." he remarks which makes you snap out of it, chuckling to himself as he leans forward to kiss your forehead, making your heart flutter.

He sits back again before putting his hands on your knees, caressing them with his thumbs as he is between your legs. "Can I take these off? They're cute n all but I'm sure your bare legs look a whole lot better." he says as he is looking into your blown out pupils without his own, now fiddling with the drawstrings of your joggers.

"Please." you reply & he doesn't waste any time before helping take them off, you raise your hips for him to make it easier, now leaving you in just your basic, white cotton underwear which makes you hide your face in your arms, shy, but he is quick to swat them away.

"Don't hide your pretty face, there's nothing to be embarrassed of. You're so innocent, my y/nnie." you don't fail to miss the 'my' part & you clench around nothing, letting out a small huff as he lays himself down on your stomach. You set yourself up on your elbows as you look down at him, a bit confused as he admires your clothed core, a small wet patch seeping through the cotton.

He takes a finger & touches your wet patch before taking it to his lips & tasting it, letting out a hum noise as he smiles, not even looking at you as he then peels your panties off your skin too, now leaving you completely bare for him, making you squirm.

He plants some kisses on the inside of your thighs as his finger trails up & down your slit, spreading your wetness around your entire core, making you raise your hips off the bed due to the unfamiliar stimulation but he is quick to push you back down.

"I'm gonna give myself a better taste, alright? Keep your hips down or I'll stop. If you seriously want me to stop or slow down, just say the word yellow, okay?" he asks, fingers stopping their movement. "O-okay, can you just go slow? I don't really know what to expect." you reply, giving him a small, nervous smile, which he nods. "Of course, I was planning on it anyway beautiful, Just lay back f'me." You do as he says & lay back & gasp a second later as you feel the kisses have now moved from just your thighs, a kiss now being placed right on your clit.

He kisses from the top to the bottom of your pussy, listening for your reaction & once he realises it's a good reaction, he begins kitten licking your clit, his index finger still feeling around the outside of your hole, adding extra stimulation. He lets out a low groan & licks the entirety of your core in one motion, making you whine & you try to close your legs on accident but he's quicker & wraps your thighs around his arms, holding them open. "Taste so good, fuck." he murmurs to himself more than to you as he begins speeding up his motions slightly, flicking his tongue back & forth before taking your clit into his mouth, suckling on it, making sure to use plenty of spit, the noises of his lips & the wetness echoing throughout the room, almost as loud as the moans you're now making.

You try your best to not squirm too much but you can't help it & you are moving as much as Hyunjin is allowing you to which isnt much by the way, the sensation being completely new to you in the best way possible. You let out an even louder whine as he uses his teeth to lightly graze against your bud, throwing you towards a high, feeling much stronger than when you brought yourself to orgasms.

Hyunjin takes this opportunity to now slide a finger inside your tight hole which you clench around immediately, making him groan again. He begins to slowly finger you while feeling around for your G-spot which only takes him a few seconds due to his long fingers & he begins rubbing his finger up & down it, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your legs begin to tremble.

"Hyunj- I'm gonna cum, d-dont't stop." you yelp, fisting his clean, grey bedsheets until your knuckles are turning white & who is Hyunjin to deny you? He continues at the exact same pace with his finger but decides to add a second one, stretching you out that bit extra as he continues to suck on your clit, using his tongue to massage it at the same time.

Your orgasm washes over you, it being the most intense thing you've ever felt. Your fingers latch onto his hair & pull on it, pulling a groan out of him as he lets you ride out the first orgasm of the night, his arms having to work harder to actually keep your legs open.

He unlatches himself & slowly pulls his fingers out of you when you've came down from your high, panting heavily as a thin sheen of sweat now coats your face. He sits back up on his legs, caressing the inside of your legs for a moment before crawling up your frame & tapping his now coated fingers on your lips & you understand instantly, opening your lips & he pushes his fingers into your mouth, resting on your tongue as you suck your own juices off them, his eyes not leaving yours for even a second.

He releases his fingers from behind your lips before leaning in & kissing you again, this time worming his tongue past your lips, allowing you to taste yourself even more, making you hum, not expecting to be so turned on by this.

You slither your hand down his pretty chest & even prettier abs before fiddling with the hem of his pants, looking up at him with glossy eyes. "Just gave you heaven n you're wanting more? Aren't you full of surprises." he teases, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek. "I want to, return the favour, well, try to." you reply, fingers moving down to balm the huge tent in his pants, making him jerk his hips forward on instinct.

"Ahhh, you want to suck my cock, jagi? Aren't you too sweet. I'll guide you. Don't be intimidated though." He says before standing up to kick his pants off & taking his underwear off with it too & you now know what he meant by 'don't be intimidated' because he is huge. He is around 7 inches & it slightly curves upward & his balls pretty & full, making your eyes gape open in amazement but also nerves, he laughs at your reaction.

He sits back down on the bed & you take it upon yourself to move & settle down on the floor in front of him, sitting back on your knees as he opens his leg enough so you can settle between them.

"Just take it at the base with a grip that isn't too strong & jerk up & down at a slower pace & then work your way up, you can kinda twist your wrist in a way too. The tip is the most sensitive so make sure to focus on that mkay? Just do what feels right, I like a tiny bit of pain so don't stress if you graze it." he tells you, his hair sticking to his forehead as he looks down at you.

You nod at his words & begin jerking him off the way he instructed & you're clearly doing a good job as he jerks his hips into your hands, biting his bottom lip as you do so. "Make it wet, it feels better." he groans & you let a glob of spit fly past your lips onto his angry red tip, which makes him wince before you lean further forward & lick the bead of precum off his tip, making him groan.

You look up at his reaction as you begin to suckle on the tip of his cock before moving sown to the shaft & littering kisses & quick suckles on it, before repeating the action. Your hand is now wet with the spit you've dropped onto & jerked all over his cock & you you decide to wing it & you put his entire tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue over it & he throws his head back, trying his best to not jerk into your mouth as you work your way down slowly, taking about a quarter of his cock in your mouth as you keep jerking him off.

"You sure this is y-your first time? too good at th-this." he groans out as he gathers your hair out of your face & pulls it into a makeshift ponytail, groaning at the pleasure you're giving him. You try to take further in your mouth but he's quick to pull your head back up so you're not pushing yourself too much, him deeming it as too much to try deepthroat him on your first time.

Spit keeps escaping your lips & you jerk it into his cock, the sloppy noises turning you on impossibly more. You release his cock from your lips to get your breath back & you blow cold air onto his tip which makes his legs tense up as he lurches forward slightly. "You're made for this y/n, i'm convinced. Lay down on the bed for me pretty." he says in a aired out, raspier voice as he helps you stand up anyway & he lays you on your back.

He quickly walks over to the other side o the bed & opens his drawer before pulling out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth before walking back over to you, your legs already spread open enough for him to slot himself between. He puts the condom on & jerks himself off a few times & then drags his cock over your folds a few times, making you buck your hips.

"I've stretched you with my fingers but it's still gonna be a stretch y/n, please tell me to stop if it's too much, you're a smart girl so i'm sure you know it's gonna hurt. You ready?" he questions, his face more serious looking than before as he looks into your eyes, still dragging his cock, it running over your clit. "I know, Just do it, I'll be fine." you respond, your hands resting on your chest.

He gives you a warm smile before he slowly begins to push inside of you & your breath hitches in your chest, trying to not pay much mind to the pain but a few tears leak past your eyes. Hyunjin pauses his movement when he is half inside you, leaning forward to allow you to hold onto him. He plants a few kisses on your jawline before connecting his lips to yours, kissing you slowly as he pushes the rest of the way in, making you yelp into his mouth, his fingers coming up to wipe away your tears despite him not even being able to see them.

Your hands latch around his back as you keep clenching around him, making him groan into your mouth. Once he can sense you're more relaxed due to not clenching as tight as much anymore, he pushes the rest of the way in before pausing again.

"How are you feeling, beautiful? You alright?" he asks you as he moves the hair out of your face then kissing the tip of your nose. "H-i'm fine, just feels weird." you reply, one of your hands coming down to hold onto his muscly arm, relaxing yourself.

"Okay, I'm glad. I'm gonna move now, alright? The pain will pass, pinky swear." he gives you another peck before he sits back up & holds onto the inside of your legs, keeping you open for him as he slowly retracts himself then pumping himself back in, making you let out a small 'mhmmph' sound. He sets an extremely slow pace, not breaking eye contact with you to make sure you're not going through any extra discomfort.

You begin to let out small moans & whimpers after a few minutes, the pleasure now surpassing the pain. Hyunjin scrunches his eyes together as you clench around him, higher pitched moans leaving his lips. "You c-can go faster. Feels good." you tell him, trying to move your hips to get more. "Thought- you'd never ask. Yo're s-so tight y/n, fuck." he groans as he slowly begins to pick up his speed, the lube provided by the condom plus your wetness making it loud, your skin sticking together as he fully thrusts inside you.

"y-you're so beautiful. So good f'me y/nnie. so pe-perfect."" he whines as he sets a quicker rhythm, throwing his head back, trying to not cum on the spot just from the noises leaving your lips.

He brings a hand down to your clit & begins rubbing circles, matching the pace his cock is doing & your back arches off the bed & you shriek from the overstimulation. "G-gonna cum again, t-too much jinnie." you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hand reaches down to try swat his hand away from your clit but he is quick to hold your hand down on your lower stomach, now making you feel his cock moving inside you. "you can take it pretty, Just a little more, o-okay? cum with me." he groans out, not slowing down his pace at all. Your legs keep shaking & your back keeps arching off the bed, unable to even form thoughts, the only words able to leave your mouth being his name.

"c-cuh-cumming hyune." you force out & hyunjin can't help but smirk. He lets go of your hand & leans back down so your chests are connected before nestling himself in your neck before he begins sucking a hickey into your skin, only partially on accident, but you pay no mind.

You begin clenching uncontrollably as you can feel your orgasm bubbling up, your whole body beginning to tingle as his cock is ramming into your G-spot without missing a beat. "Y/nnie p-please don't clench so much, g-gonna cum." You can't stop even if you wanted to though however as your orgasm squirts out of you, spraying directly onto Hyunjins abs, pubic bone, the base of his cock, the bed & a few droplets hitting your lower stomach too, your eyes rolling back into your skull as your fully body shakes, shrieking & gasping uncontrollably.

"Holy shit, y-you're too perfect, squirting on my cock, y/n you'-you're too beautiful, you're n-not real, oh my god." he whines into your neck.Hyunjin basically squeals, his moans are that loud as he bites down on your neck as his own release fills the condom, you being able to feel his cock pulsating inside you.

You both sit in silence for a minute, catching your breaths back, feeling each others chests expanding against the other, his hot breath against your neck as you weave your fingers through his now wet hair.

Once you have both actually came down to earth, he peels himself off of you before peeling the now used condom off his now softening cock & you realise it has a red tint to it despite him trying to hide it from you by throwing it in the bin quickly.

"Did i bleed on your dick Hyunjin? That's so gross I'm so sorry, you could have stopped I wouldn't have cared." you rush out, feeling a deep level of embarrassment but he just tuts in response. "Don't be ridiculous babe, It's normal, doesn't bother me." he replies as he walks over to his drawers, pulling out a pair of boxer shorts & a random tee shirt before handing it to you.

"You can just stay here tonight, I don't really want you tryna get home since it's not stupid to think you're gonna struggle to walk too much, we can go shower soon." He says as he climbs back up his bed, You would protest but you know he is no doubt right. He sits up by his pillows before pulling you into his chest as he kisses the top of your head.

You both stay like this for a while before you both remember your orgasm is still marinating into his bedsheets, he changes them right after he helps you into the shower before joining you.

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It's been a week since Hyunjin took your virginity & you have tried your best to tell yourself it meant nothing to him, because it most likely didn't but you have since caught feelings for him, despite trying absolutely everything not to.

You both still met every day but it was mostly just on campus & you completed your project & obviously got an A but he actually helped so it wasn't just all you, which you deeply appreciate.

Ever since the project was finished, however, he has kept his distance. He doesn't sit anywhere near you & spends his time in lectures teasing the other random girls who fawn over him, which makes your heart burn.

You are just day dreaming when two girls in front of you talking catches your attention, & that's when you find out Hyunjin hooked up with one of them, the day after he was literally your first for everything.

You feel tears begin threatening to leave your eyes so you gather your stuff & leave the room, your lecturer not paying any mind & you begin walking towards the bathroom to try freshen yourself up when Hyunjin walks from the opposite direction & he notices the tears & he stops you by moving your chin so you're looking up at him.

"Why the tears, sweetcheeks? Pretty girls shouldn't cry." he remarks, chewing gum as he looks at you, wiping a tear off your cheek with his thumb. "Doesn't matter Hyunjin, stop bunking & go back to class." you say in a monotone voice. "woahhh, you're calling me Hyunjin again? I liked the name Jinnie a lot more, why've I been demoted hmm?" he teases back & you want nothing more than to punch the gum out his mouth.

"You tell me, do you tell all the other girl you fuck to call you Jinnie too? Like the one you fucked the day after you took my virginity?" you snap back, your voice shaking. He raises his eyebrows, honestly in shock from your words. "Babe, you know what I'm like, we aren't anything that I'm aware of so I'm a free man. If you want anything else, you gotta tell me." he replies, his voice sounding more soft as you actually begin to cry, which he hugs you as you do.

"I just thought you just wanted your cherry popped, y/nnie, I'm sorry for thinking so, mkay? We can get lunch together or something n cheer you up, we can speak about it." he offers & you just nod , leaving his arms as you wipe your tears away.

He gives you a smile before he wraps his arm around your shoulder, walking back the way he had just came from. "You can choose the place, but not too expensive since I'll pay as an apology present."

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writteninkat · 4 months ago

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What made you fall for these MHA men?

w/ Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kaminari

warnings: none, just some good ol' fluff

a/n: idk man i feel like most people(me) goes straight to the fucking stage and skips the adorable crush stage

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

this man is so fucking smart it turns you to goo

whenever you're having trouble with schoolworks/projects/assignments, you sit yourself next to him just to get the work done fast (and he smells and looks good so plus points ig)

find long math problems difficult? mans will take one look at it and immediately start scribbling. probably witchcraft, you don't know.

one moment you're complaining to mina about how your teacher can suck dick after giving you the assigment, the next katsuki has the answer in a box

chemistry problems? mans has the entire table memorized.

history? which one? japanese? american? french?

ah, he also butts in your conversations whenever you get the date wrong.

yeah he teaches you stuff you're having trouble understanding, but he will yell the entire time.

yeah, he teaches the topics worlds better than the teacher ever could but at the cost of your hearing

seeing his name listed along the top students with high marks has you inspired to do just as better as him

you tried confessing by giving him a love letter and he returned it to you with corrections TT (and a note that said: rewrite this and read it to me in person, then I'll take you out for some ramen)

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

he's the sweetest ever, who wouldn't fall for him?

you're having terrible period cramps? this man will have a 'period aid box' filled with sweets, sanitary products, pain relievers, a heating pad, and more of your favorite things delivered to your door

it's pouring and you forgot your umbrella?

if he has an umbrella: will obv share it with you and doesn't care if half his body gets drenched, what matters is you're dry

no umbrella: takes off his uniform jacket/vest and drapes it over you. you'll end up damp but hey, he tried his best

whenever there's a new place, (restaurant, fair, amusement park, etc.) you're the first one he's asking to join him. and you always go. and he always pays.

hurt yourself? scraped a knee, got a bruise, muscle ache? he has a first aid pouch in his bag just for you

always walks you to class, always struggles with you when doing homework, always brings you your favorite food/drink

problem? he does all of this and will still call you a 'friend'. 'best friend' if you're lucky.

yeah, this adorable boy has no idea all the shit he does has you falling head over heels in love for him

IZUKU MIDORIYA

the way he's so passionate about what he loves, then catches himself being so open about it, then blushes, has you swooning

it was a normal day when you asked him about all might. you ended up listening to him for two hours ranting and sharing

you thought, 'how cute.' and then remembered you had piles of homework to do. and then he offered to help you with them while still talking about all might

he's also incredible passionate about being a hero

the way he talks about keeping the weak and needy safe has your heart clenching

whenever you get hurt during quirk training? he drops everything to take you to the nurse

feel insecure about yourself? he goes on a never ending tangent about how you're enough and how amazing you are

whenever you feel like you aren't gonna reach a goal, he's right there to pump you back up

whenever you tease him about being handsome or cute, he gets all flushed and shy, he makes you wanna just nibble on his cheeks!

problem here? he does that with everyone.

he's an inherintly good person, so you can't blame him for it, you can only blame yourself for thinking you were special to him.

or are you?

SHOTO TODOROKI

you're a yapper. you're running your mouth twenty four-seven. and twenty four hours every day, he listens. quietly.

at first you thought he was just ignoring you, but he brings up what you babbled about from time to time.

you talked about your mom being in the hospital. the next day, your mom's calling you to tell 'your classmate i said thank you for the fruits'.

mmhmm. he gave your mom fruits as a 'get well soon' gift.

shoto listens to every word you say, even when you don't realize you're saying them

"i heard the smoothie at that new diner was good." next day, there's a take out smoothie on your desk

"remind me to get pads tomorrow." your desk is filled with every single kind of sanitary product you could think of, from wings, non wings, long, dry, thick, thin, day, night.

"does anybody have an extra pen-" he places his pencil case on your table.

you don't even have to ask him and he's already working on getting you whatever you want. swoon.

another thing that made you fall? he'll let you do anything to him

class is boring and you wanna draw? he'll give you his hands

wanna practice some hairstyles? his hair is incredibly soft and tame for that.

how about make up looks? wanna practice that? he's sitting cross legged on the floor of your dorm as you brush on whatever color on his face

he's totally fine with letting you do whatever you want. and you wanna know the best part? he only lets you do it.

DENKI KAMINARI

this man cracks you up with no fail

the way denki's so easy to talk to and have fun with makes you feel so safe and secure

he's got every kind of humor in his chamber

dad jokes? "what did the blanket say as it fell off the bed? oh sheet!"

corny jokes? "how many lips does a flower have? tu-lips."

dark humor? "why can't orphans play baseball? cause they don't know where home is!"

yeah- the last one you two whisper to each other during class and get sent out of the room for laughing too loud

you don't remember a day where you spent with him and you weren't laughing. you just feel so light and happy, he's like a drug to you

this dynamic between the both of you confuses people. some look at the both of you and think you're a duo misfit who constantly gets called out during class, and some give you teasing looks

when you started to notice these feelings for him, you couldn't help but grin at the thought of marrying your best friend.

what made you really feel for him though?

when you were sick for a day, your classmates came back to the dorms begging you to fet better quickly cause apparently the room was depressing

even katsuki cursed you out for being sick

apparently denki's mood affected everybody. and that mood was-

"today was tiring without you there." denki sighs, staring at nothing while the heat of his body beside you comforts you completely. it's always like this with him- warm, peaceful, happy.

"awe, did you miss me you big baby?" you tease, poking his side.

denki turns his head towards you, eyes holding a million words he wants to say, but for some reason, can't.

"i did." his eyes trail down your nose and to your lips. "so much."

your lips part, heart about to beat out of your rib cage. your mouth feels dry and you can't help the desire to tell him everything you feel for him- but you can't. you don't wanna risk ruining your friendship.

"yellow," he calls. ever since you laughed at his joke for the first time, he's been calling you yellow. he says your laugh magically brightens the room, the sight of your smile lifting the heaviness on his shoulder. "smile for me?"

and you do.

and he does.

and you know you're extraordinarily, remarkably, so very fucked when it comes to this man.

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kamisama1kiss · 6 months ago

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Larry Johnson { Classmates with equal interests }

This is an old story I made a while back 😝 hope you guys enjoy the small little story I tried to fix to at least readable this time around. Don't worry, requests are being worked on at this very moment 😚🫶

Tapping the pencil on the tan wooden desk as their eyes scanned outside as the rain was booming down as if there was never going to be a tomorrow as leafs waved in the wind as they flew past in a rush, a soft sparkling sound could be heard with the lights being poorly lighting up the old classroom.

The teacher spoke, yet the words fell on deaf ears. Meanwhile, they focused on everything around instead. Their mind as being easily distracted also didn't help much to their displeasure. The class went on when a sentence had finally reached out, shifting to face the teacher listening to her one toned monotone voice.

"In this project you need to partnered up with someone" before she could continue several voices were whispering amongst the students, "Groups have already been chosen, the remaining of class will be used for discussion." Many groans were heard, and a lot of grumpy teenagers' faces were visible in the room.

The only thing that would maybe scare them about this project depended on who they got with it. Maybe it could mostly be because who would wanna be partnered up with 'the quiet kid' huh? Most people.

"Last group is Larry Johnson and {Name} {Last Name}. Group up and talk." Which was the last words heard from her, having moved her focus back at her desk as she schemed at some sort of papers. Clinging on to some sort of hope that they'd survive this project.

While they sat as thoughts ran through their head, a voice interrupted that train as they blinked. Their eyes met with a pair of brown eyes, "Hey {Name}, right?" Long brown hair softly framing his face as a beauty mark placed underneath his right eye, he was pretty decent looking. "Yeah, Larry, correct?" A soft smile creept its way to their lips, trying to keep the awkward tension to minimum.

"Mhm" Keeping a good mood. "How would you like to do the project? I am currently blank myself, " shrugging his shoulder sheepishly with a lazy boyish grin on his face. "Oh yeah. We have had about the nature lately, so we can just keep it simple with that theme? Like sustainability of some sort?"

Looking at him waiting for a response, but he only nodded, seeming as if he didn't mind, "Yeah, that could be an easy topic without too much stress. Chill." He agreed, nodding with tiny lip curl.

"Thinking the same." scribbling down the idea in the book which was used as notes. Facing Larry again with an almost nervous smile, that never actually seemed to have left. Not used to interacting with someone. Complaining? Slightly, but that was before their eyes landed on the big letters on the tan t-shirt he was wearing.

"Sanitys Fall?" They mumbled softly, which he had heard easily enough as a bright smile appeared. "You know them?" he spoke excitedly, which shocked them as it suddenly was a bit louder than before, even seemingly more interested in talking. Happily answering. "Yeah, I do"

Almost as if new life had shot throughout his body, Larry leaned forward as his elbows rested crossed on the desk. The left leg bounced. "Wow, I don't often meet people who even know about them. Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Stopped yapping, waiting for a reply from them. They were speechless for a few seconds before the words poured out like a waterfall. "Really? That's shocking. I've known about them since the first release." Taking a short breath.

"I have had to hide that interest, not every accepted at home." Their expression showed excitement, yet it lingerd a more of an upset filter underneath. Greeted with a rare emotion of no judgedment.

"Fucking that suck man, we can talk about it now? I've got a friend who also likes SF. " He smiled back. His joy could be reminded of a little kid in a candy store. "If it isn't too much of a trouble, I would love to."

"No, no. I dont mind. How about later today? After school." An eye-closed chuckle escaped from him, recreating a similar smile on their own expression. His smile was contaiges.

Pausing for a brief moment, "I am not exactly the most... social person." Rubbing the back of their own hand, the pencil being back on the table. Their expression now faltering for a little. "Don't even worry, Sal is chill with new people."

The bell rang, signalling the end of class. Disappointed, this conversation had to come to an end. Larry had looked at the clock on the beige wall before turning back to them. "Later?" Saying with more of a questionable look, "Yeah.. later." Nodded at him.

Larry stood up with these words, grabbing his red bag, which he had next to him on the floor, which went unnoticed by them, not having seen the bright red bag before now. Their eyes looked around the bag to see all the different designs, which looked mostly hand-made or stuck on there. He was a creative person.

Lifting a hand as to say bye before he left the room before making his way to god knows where. This small, friendly movement made their face heat up the slightest bit, almost not even noticeable. Being left in class smiling to themselves before snapping back and leaving for next class.

#larry johnson x reader #larry johnson #larry face #larry #Johnson #sally face #larry johnson sally face #sally face fanfiction #larry johnson headcanons

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halfsizehellboy · 1 year ago

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oh man okay. more thinking

hot shit do i feel enlightened bc audhd House makes so much sense to me!!! he surrounds himself with chaos and novelty and stimulation but still adheres to things that don't change-- his apartment, when he lives in it, it always set up the same way. it's mentioned he's had the same guitar for many years, as well as numerous medical texts. He uses his same red mug all the time at the hospital (he has a designated hospital mug. it lives at the hospital and he only uses it at the hospital). he is very adamant about his office space-- it only changes drastically for him in season 8. just before he leaves. he and Wilson have a fun schedule-- bowling nights, poker nights, etc-- and he does spontaneous stuff all the time, but he orchestrates it. he enacts enrichment time for his fellows and Wilson. he canonically spaces out during/stops processing conversations all the time because he's thinking. he will forget to do basic things while on cases, and there's that one episode where he stays up all night because he's cooking something. he is the king of "shit i forgot to eat. i forgot to shower and pee. i forgot--"

while im thinking of eating!! he has that bad hunger recognition. he will forgo eating for days for cases, fixations, pain levels. he usually eats off of wilson's plate anyways, and i think wilson mainly eats because he's made it part of routine, and that if he forgets to eat house definitely forgets to eat, and that usually ends badly. i dont think house has any specific avoidances but he does usually go for pizza, or anything wilson's made. he likes fries.

the adhd bit makes him more prone to addiction (it's a real thing) and he does show those behaviors (vicodin, alcohol). he has to have either the puzzles or the substances, taking him off both fucked with him a lot (mayfield and afterwards). in prison he got managed doses of vicodin, and he was getting antsy and desperate for the challenge of a good case towards the end of that arc. he all but jumps on that heat allergy guy, risking his chances of parole multiple times to try and get close. side note, did y'all see his equation scribblings on the wall by his bunk? hes so silly

ive also been thinking like. we see very large-scale self destructive behaviors from nearly everyone in the show but we don't see a lot of self-regulation outside of house's stimming so that means i get to make up my own and project onto wilson.

wilson spends a lot of time masking at work so we don't see him fully let loose and i think that he is a fan of full body movement. he's jumping up and down. he's pacing the apartment and swingin his arms. he sways and rocks in place. at the hospital and places that aren't safe he keeps the stim energy to his hands/fingers, or taps his foot/bounces his leg-- things easy enough for neurotypicals to pass off as nervous energy. he loves to click pens but he only does it when he's alone or with house because he knows that other people find it annoying (house doesn't care, he starts clicking/tapping too and it's like they're drumming together). he and house learned morse code and annoy the ducklings and cuddy with it all the time.

bad times wilson scratches a lot (this is me projecting btw). at his scalp, at his arms, anywhere he can get to; and usually he's self conscious enough to do it where he can hide it under his clothes (house is unaffected and can tell anyways)(usually because he's there trying to help wilson stop scratching)(but if he's not he can still tell and wilson doesn't wanna know how). he also presses/rubs his face a lot (in general and not just bad times wilson), and bad times wilson gets abrasions on his eyelids/cheeks from his sweatshirt when he has a meltdown. i've seen another person talk about this, but i think he absolutely tears his cuticles up. he's managed to stop biting/tearing his nails down to nothing but between vigorous scrubbing for the OR and not liking lotion (sensory bad. i need it for my arms and the backs of my hands sometimes and i always wipe it off of my palms and fingers) his hands are so dry. house makes fun of him but he does carry around a nail file because he's trying to stop picking at his fingers regularly, and limit it to a bad times emergency regulatory behavior.

house fights meltdowns to the death. he hates having them, he hates having to be vulnerable like that (and that's a canonical trauma response). he has held one off through sheer will for an entire week before wilson called out sick for him and made him take a day off. they ended up taking a long weekend to recover. on the occasion they're both melting down at the same time, it's a multiple days affair. wilson will recognize what's happening and try to make sure everything in the apartment is low effort and accessible from the floor because house's meltdowns are more often than not pain response and that means that house stays on the floor. and when wilson is melting /neg he doesn't want to leave house. on a sillier(?) note they have a tally/competition for shortest meltdown (wilson), longest meltdown (house), fastest to meltdown (house), longest amount of time spent holding off a meltdown (house), most efficient meltdown (wilson), and most meltdowns located in the hospital (wilson).

man i'm gonna have to make a fic for this, it's getting wild just on posts

#audhd house #house md #autistic wilson #autism #adhd #tw scratching #tw picking #tw harmful self regulatory behaviors/stimming #sorry if i forget the tws for the other posts i m. tryin real hard :(

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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 1 year ago

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𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ║ Chapter 1 - If the Moon Smiled

| ENDLESS NIGHT | series masterlist | main masterlist | | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!OC/reader, Ellie Williams x platonic!fem!OC/reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 3.7k | CHAPTER WARNINGS: none | CHAPTER SUMMARY: Your next project as Jackson’s Community Coordinator looms on the horizon as you look to start Phase 1. It is your passion project, and one of your two newest residents is the key to getting it off the ground. The only problem is you’ve been asked to hold off until they’re ready for your integration process. How will you fill your time as you wait out the holding period?

║ＰＲＥＶＩＯＵＳ ║⋄── •✧• ──⋄║ ＮＥＸＴ ║

✧⋄⋆•✧⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆•⋆⋄── •✧• ──⋄⋆•⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•⋆⋄ ✧ "𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙾𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐." ─ Sʏʟᴠɪᴀ Pʟᴀᴛʜ ✧⋄⋆•✧⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆•⋆⋄── •✧• ──⋄⋆•⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•⋆⋄ ✧

“So that’s, what? Seventy five people roughly? Maybe a hundred if we’re smart about how we use the space?” you estimate. You scan the open, empty building, unsure of its past use. It may have been a small warehouse once upon a time, but you didn’t have much to go on other than the run-down metal framing that felt more like a cage in the noticeably barren space. A few derelict shelves and dingy, rotting wood pallets were the only accents to the vacant building. You scribble a few notes onto your signature clipboard before turning your attention back to your collaborator. “Seventy five? Yeah, I’d wager that. Not sure about the hundred mark. ‘Course I wasn’t exactly a fire marshal in my day,” Tommy joked. His nose crinkled into one cheek as his lopsided smile gathered his features closer. You brighten in reply and survey the space closer.The long neglected building might not be the most glamorous thing you’ve ever seen, but the more projects you saw to completion in Jackson meant fewer top-notch locations and buildings to choose from. You considered it an accomplishment of sorts that you had overseen so many growth initiatives as Jackson’s community coordinator - or was it “resident liaison” that Maria had bestowed as your title? you couldn’t really remember - that the first pick of the bunch for your newest endeavor was this obsolete structure.

It wasn't all bad. The most prominent and inviting element of the space had to be the symmetrical row of towering windows that lined the main walls. Natural light was unparalleled in what it brought to a room, and with Jackson logging so many gray, wintry days, it would provide some much needed figurative and literal shine to the community.

Your mind began to work in the way all of Jackson had come to know and value. Seeing the little pieces scattered and plugging them together until they fit or could be neatly rearranged into something else. You were good with people, but you were even better at seeing the possibilities and potential in them. You wouldn’t call yourself a “fixer” by any means, but you were undeniably effective and influential. Your talents also translated well into projects that cropped up around town. “Don’t reckon I’d exactly wanna have 75 people in here, though,” Tommy remarked. His expression had waned from self-amused to skeptical as he joined you in gauging the condition of the building. It wasn’t abandoned, per se, but it certainly hadn’t received the sort of upkeep needed to make it a viable entertainment space for the community to enjoy. “I know it’s not much to look at now, but we really need to prioritize another space where people can socialize. It’s not a population boom or anything, but Jackson has been growing steadily,” you mention as a reminder of what brought you to this building in the first place. You pause and take a moment to jot down another memo to yourself for later review. “It’s inevitable that we’re gonna end up having to make use of what we can, even if it’s . . let’s just say ‘suboptimal.’” You can tell Tommy isn’t shoulder to shoulder with your idea but doesn’t want to shut you down outright. You decide to double down on your petitioning, knowing he will come around once you can make him see the promise of the space. You do, however, have to remain realistic. “So, 75 people capacity on the lower end of the estimate. That’s not really much more than the Tipsy Bison. Plus, this place needs a lot of work.” “Now that I can attest to,” Tommy agreed. “Definitely some structure work on top of all the obvious updatin’.” Between the two of you, Tommy was definitely the authority on construction limitations and stipulations. You respected Tommy’s merits, professional and personal alike. His past experience with his family contracting business as well as all the work he contributed to Jackson had earned him a well-deserved rapport with everyone. “Still doesn’t solve the space problem, though,” you surmise. You breathe a contemplative sigh, lost in the brainstorming of your latest project. You swept your eyes across the dilapidated bordering on unviable space, landing on the large roller shutter doors lining the back wall. “What does this open up to?” you wonder aloud, making your way towards the exits. It was unlike you to not already know what was beyond the wall, but the thrill of intrigue at all the possibilities that lie in wait placated any qualms you had with yourself for not having explored it already. “Hm, not sure what’s out back. Not a whole lot goin’ on down at this end of town,” Tommy pointed out. “One of the things that makes it such a good spot. Nothing in the way,” you counter as you turned the knob of the rickety door in the far corner of the rear wall. The hinges made a shrill creaking sound as you pulled the door open. It served as an auditory reminder of how much attention and diligence this project would require.

Your eyes adjusted quickly to the sunlight thanks to the copious natural light the windows inside provided. What had once been a smooth, paved terrace was now a splintered mess of concrete spanning about 50 feet from the exit. Clusters of grass shot up between any fissure and littered the entirety of the strip until it converged with an overgrown stretch of brush, weeds, and greenery. A large tree loomed off to the right, the outskirts of the settlement in the distance behind it.

“Yeah, not much goin’ on,” Tommy repeated as he followed behind you.

“It’s perfect,” you breathe. “You’re not bein’ serious.” Tommy’s brows scrunched together so tight they almost joined. He propped his hands on his hips, scrutinizing the unruly field sprawling in front of you both. “Dead serious,” you chirp. “How in the hell-,” Tommy starts to squabble.

“So, the Tipsy Bison has about the same capacity as this building, which doesn’t work because too many people and not enough room is already the problem,” you rattle off without hesitation. You hop along the remaining solid fragments of concrete further onto the lot as you unveil your masterful resolution. “Yeahhhh?” Tommy drawls, still waiting for your proposal to make sense. You held back a grin. Being right is always more fun in the end when you have to work for it.

“So, we have what the Tipsy Bison has - a similar building capacity, but–” you pause for impact –“the Tipsy Bison doesn’t have THIS.” You gesture widely to the surrounding area. Tommy looked back and forth between the overrun spectacle you were proposing to him and to you a few times, searching for something to pin his faith on. His eyes squinted for a moment, looking as though he wanted to say something but thought better of it. Your emphatic smile finally evoked a response.“I’d say it’s a good thing the Tipsy Bison doesn’t have . . this,” he finished, a wrinkle to his nose adding the touch of disdain already present in his voice.

“Tommy,” you fuss. “When have I ever let us down?”

To that he cocks his head to the side and nods. “Can’t argue with that,” he concedes. “Never missed the mark yet.”

After being vetted and approved by Jackson’s leaders about 5 years ago to join the settlement, you took on your current role at Maria’s behest. Adjusting to life here was difficult for many - the reasons were as diverse as they were extensive - and it was an increasing need for someone to act as guide and intermediary for all the new faces cropping up. Within the first day of a newcomer’s arrival, you quickly became the face that embodied Jackson and the second chance at life it offered.

You made short work of getting to know people and pinpoint where they best fit into the enterprise of Jackson. Of course you gleaned any valuable trade or skill they possessed, but many readily volunteered their personal stories: what their life was like when the outbreak happened if they were alive then, what

kind of job did they have, what sort of things motivated them, what they hoped to get out of Jackson and give in return, what sort of things generated or shattered their loyalty, who their family was, how many of them had made it to Jackson with them, where they had come from, if they had an prior experience with other settlements . . . You were a helping hand and an open ear, and people couldn’t seem to help divulge all the things weighing on their minds. You had been told before that you had “kind eyes,” and maybe that, along with your small frame and stature, made you seem like just the right amount of trustworthy and non-threatening confidant. Whatever the case may be, you found that people tended to broadcast their inner worlds to you without much effort on your part. You knew part of letting their guard down so quickly was due to the relief so many felt once inside the safe walls of Jackson: they opened up simply because they could. And Jackson was all the better for it.

Since joining all those years ago, you had taken a pivotal role in orchestrating a successful, thriving community. You were proud to have played a part in the beautiful settlement you called home. Being able to size someone up quickly and with devastating accuracy was an inherent skill you had utilized to its fullest extent, and it was what made you so invaluable. On a personal level, it meant you were never left guessing what someone was thinking or how they might be feeling; even if you didn’t know every gritty detail, you could come up with an adequate assessment. Tommy’s affirmation came as no surprise, but the usually easygoing and agreeable side of him was still on the fence with your proposed venue. “As much as I trust you know what you’re doin’, I really don’t follow.” Tommy studied the unruly greenspace and crumbling concrete underfoot as though if he stared at it long enough it would reveal its hidden potential so readily apparent to you. “We make it an indoor and outdoor spot,” you explain. “Uh. Okay. The indoor I get. Sort of.” He glanced back at the building as though he doubted his own appraisal. “The outdoor . . .,” he trailed off, glancing back outward. “I know it’s not exactly a tropical paradise here, but we can have an outdoor entertainment space regardless. It gets warm enough for long enough that it would be put to good use,” you contested. Tommy starts to debate that assertion, but you continue. “Plus, we can work outdoor firepits or fireplaces into the space to extend and maximize its use.” Tommy shook his head. “I mean, I would love for all of what you’re sayin’ to happen, but we just get too much snow here for it to work.” He isn’t totally off base with his concerns. Jackson got more snow than anywhere you had ever lived, and it was probably why nowhere in the settlement had a dedicated outdoor space for entertainment or socializing. Still, you knew there was a way to make this feasible.

“You know how igloos work?” you asked, making the final lap on your proposition.

“No fuckin’ way,” Tommy howled with laughter.

“Yes fuckin’ way,” you snip back with feigned indignation. “Seriously, think about it,” you urged. “We get enough snow, like you said. And it wouldn’t be year-round use out here, I get it, but with three different spaces we can more than accommodate a good sized crowd. Jackson’s headcount keeps going up, and we gotta get creative sometimes with how we’re going to keep pace with that.” “Three spaces?” Tommy repeats with a puzzled look. “Inside, of course. And then outside, a social firepit hangout . . thing, on the patio, and then converted into igloos over winter,” you summarize. “I can’t believe you’re actually-,” Tommy mutters audibly, a laugh reemerging. “So are you with me or am I gonna have to tell everybody you rejected it?” It’s an empty threat, but Tommy doesn’t want to even consider that sort of a cloud over his head. A resigned sigh marks your victory. “Alright. I surrender,” Tommy says goodnaturedly. “So when do you wanna start this thing?” You are peering up at the flat backing of the building, envisioning the flickering images of an outdoor movie night lighting its expanse. “As soon as we can. Gonna host an outdoor movie night to kick off the summer.” “An outd- What?” Tommy’s thoughts totter, following your line of sight. “Ah, of course. Good thing I was all in from the start.” You shoot him an amused, withering smile but relish in your win nonetheless. “So you wanna put together your team to build this thing or …?” Tommy noticeably perks up with a devilish smile. “My team? No, not quite. Not gonna be headin’ this project up,” he corrects. “What? But you just said-,” you blurt out. He holds up a hand to silence your appeal, and a crinkly-eyed grin tells you that you are in trouble. “I’m not the hombre you want for a project this big,” Tommy says, his words laced with mischief. “But I know just the guy.” You never much liked when the tables were turned, but you sat in silence waiting for Tommy to reveal his mystery man. As if the crinkly-eyed grin was bad enough, the eyebrow that sprung into his forehead assured you that Tommy took pleasure in giving your energy back to you, and you weren’t sure you were ready for whatever he was about to throw at you.

“Have you met my brother yet?” he asked with a deceptively innocent air.

Tommy volunteered himself to break the news to his older brother that he had been assigned as head of the build. You assured Tommy you were more than happy to introduce yourself and the project to his brother, but Tommy insisted. “Don’t worry yourself too much,” he chortled. “You’ll have plenty of chances with this one to put your people skills through the wringer.”

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant by that or why it seemed to bring him so much childish amusement. Tommy was perpetually good-natured and easygoing. It was something that you banked on when you helped him and Maria get together. Tommy’s brother wasn’t his twin brother, but you couldn’t imagine he’d be a massive deviation from the Miller brother you knew.During their short arrival and departure from Jackon several weeks ago, Tommy’s brother and niece flew under your radar as you had been preoccupied trying to orchestrate and implement a sustainable pig and bacon venture.

It had been a sort of pipe dream of Tommy’s, and you knew just about everyone would be thrilled if bacon became a reality. It was the small things people tended to value the most, the things that were so easy to take for granted before the outbreak happened, and bringing them back was well-received and improved morale.

It felt good to bring people happiness in this world that had fallen into complete desolation. Life inside the safety of Jackon’s walls offered something of a safe haven, but so many were well acquainted with the horrors that existed just outside its gates.

When you expressed your disappointment at having missed all the excitement, Tommy reassured you that they would be returning in the coming weeks or months. When they eventually did return, you stopped by Maria and Tommy’s to field any useful information from the pair on Jackson’s two newest residents as well as get up to date with Maria’s pregnancy.

Tommy made the odd request that you postpone the normal introduction phase you had all but mastered over the years. His reasoning was vague, but it was essentially that his brother and niece “needed a little more time to adjust” before your customary acclimation proceedings would be of any use.

Tommy tried to put you more at ease with the atypical initiation by explaining that even though their visit last time had been short, Maria had given them a rundown of everything and situated them in a house that they had since reoccupied. Sensing your remaining misgivings, Tommy added that they had “been through a hell of a lot” in their time away. You were hopeful Maria would help to fill in the gaps to Tommy’s chronicle, but she seemed hesitant to do so.

“They’re just a special situation,” she mollified. “You’ll still have your work cut out for you if you’re at all worried about losing out on a new challenge.”

Maria understood the way you almost gamified the successful transition of a new member. She was always shrewd like that, which is partly what made you apprehensive when you got the distinct feeling Maria didn’t much care for or trust her brother-in-law. She wasn’t as reserved when talking about the teenage girl, noting how she possessed a lot of great qualities. She felt her tongue was a tad sharp for what Jackson was used to, but she would do well if she leaned into her pluck and smarts. Overall she sounded like your typical teenager: combative, aloof, and in serious need of as much love you could pour into them.

Tommy’s brother on the other hand . . . Maria might be a bit firm and exacting in her discernment most of the time, but it was rare that she disliked someone. So far all you had deciphered was that Tommy’s brother was a tough nut to crack.

You didn’t completely agree with the revisions to your welcoming committee routine, but you respected Tommy’s request and kept your distance. You knew he wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t truly compelled to do so. You may not have formally introduced yourself yet, but you acquainted yourself with his brother and niece nonetheless by way of casual observation. You had seen them around town several times, and you watched in fascination each time as they almost orbited around each other with magnetic harmony. Their movements were so subconscious yet so deliberate. It was the sort of osmosis that only came from a deep, immutable connection, and you thought back to Tommy’s vague words about the scope of hardship they had endured together.

It struck you how you and your baby sister Caroline operated in just the same way. You often communicated in an unspoken language only understood by the two of you: the synchronous existence split between two bodies. An inherent bond further forged by the horrors of the outbreak. A tiny pang pierced your chest at the memory of her.You could see just from watching them they had been in isolation for a long time. The pair unconsciously checked in with each other on a regular basis, and after a few days Tommy’s niece had even started to wander a little bit, much to her dad’s umbrage. She was definitely a powerhouse as Maria had alluded to.

Being accustomed to their isolation unfortunately meant they struggled with basic social interaction. Their body language screamed get me out of here any time there were more than 3 people in their vicinity. Even if the world hadn’t gone to hell in a handbasket, you didn’t get the feeling either of them would have been social butterflies in any hypothetical alternate universe.

Tommy’s brother was incredibly protective of his daughter. The few goofy, shy smiles she reserved only for her dad were so pure it almost made your eyes mist over. It was during one of those times you thought you saw the corner of his mouth twitch ever so slightly in response, but you hadn’t seen him unmistakably smile once during your observations.

It was all austere surveillance on his part. His eyes darted as he scoped out Jackson, refusing to settle his sight on any one thing for very long. His daughter was also standoffish, but she carried a perceptible warmth to her that her father lacked. You caught her exchanging more than just a handful of words to the grocer and the canteen worker. Tommy’s brother mostly seemed to communicate in nods and grunts. It was sort of Neanderthal-ish to you, and it was quite comical to observe.

You ended up not minding your little secret spy sessions in lieu of the normal introduction phase. You had a reason to be on the lookout for them, so you didn’t feel too appalled with your newfound hobby of ogling Tommy’s brother. He was incredibly handsome. Even from afar you took in his graying brown hair and beard, his jawline as it clenched whenever his daughter started walking too far from him, the broad build of his shoulders and chest. You thought to yourself if even one corner of his mouth wasn’t so downturned all the time he would probably have every eligible lady in Jackson swarming him. A fleeting thought crossed your mind that you would really love it if you were the one that could make him smile. Your summary of your observations was: they were each other’s everything.

In truth, they reminded you a lot of two feral bonded cats. There was no separating them, and if they even thought that was a possibility, claws out and blood drawn were on the agenda. As the window of postponement drew to an end, you had yet to determine what the exact technique would be for winning them over. You had gotten a moderate sense of who they were, but how well that would hold up once you actually spoke to them wasn’t conclusive.

You were beginning to understand what Tommy and Maria had meant when they told you your work was cut out for you. Your usual gentle but persistent prodding for new residents wasn’t going to cut it with these two. They weren’t going to let their guard down easily, and pushing it on them would only sound the alarm and send them running. You would just have to show them you could be trusted with their integration and let them come to their own conclusions about you.

You knew once all was said and done, your sense of pride at their complete integration would be your biggest achievement yet.

Thank you to everyone who read all of that and is maybe even reading this! I am so happy to finally be posting this fic! I've been working on it for a while now, and I'm really excited for you all to read it. I already have the sequel in progress, and they are both VERY long fics. Oopsie!

As for the chapter title, I love me some Sylvia Plath. She will show up again as a chapter quote or title. What do you make of our EnNi Gal®? She really has no idea what's in store for her. 👀💦 Joel certainly fits the description of "beautiful but annihilating."

Catch ya later,

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#fic: endless night #EnNi #tlou fic #joel miller #pedro pascal

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i guess only the stars would know the truth - chapter three - jason todd x reader

series summary: you transfer into gotham university's journalism program. simultaneously, people are going missing in gotham at record rates. it's only a matter of time before your curiosity gets the best of you.

words: 3.4k

cross-posted on ao3 | series masterlist

In comparison to how early you usually are, you’re running really late.

The first few weeks had lulled you into a false sense of security, and now you’re floundering a little. It’s like your workload has picked up tenfold, so the adjustment period has gotten a little bit longer. You’re not behind, just struggling to keep equilibrium. It’ll pass, you know it will, but you still feel like the epitome of flustered as you speed walk the remaining distance to campus.

You thankfully are only a few minutes late to class, giving Tim a sympathetic smile as you settle in.

“You didn’t really miss anything. She’s about to explain the group project,” Tim whispers in your direction, and you lean in to whisper back.

“Right on time. Thanks.” He nods in reply, and your attention goes back to the professor.

So you sit, willing your beating heart to settle as you listen to the professor outline the parameters of the project. A pitch presentation, which is easy enough. Just a quick turnaround time. That does mean, however, that you’ll a) need a partner and b) need to work on this outside of class.

You’re thankful that you’ve befriended Tim because now you have a built-in partner. You wonder what he’ll suggest for working outside of class. There are plenty of spaces on campus to go, but you wouldn’t exactly have peace and quiet. You’re not exactly ready to offer up your apartment, either, so you’re not in the position to be picky.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Tim slip you a piece of paper. You grab it and slide it closer.

Wanna work together?

You can’t help your grin as you write back a yes!

Tim slides the paper back over so he can scribble for a moment.

My place later ok?

You nod, and he takes that as confirmation enough and wads up the small scrap of paper. You both return to listening to the lecture.

“God can she talk,” you mumble under your breath as you exit the class, Tim trailing behind you. He laughs in agreement, dodging a few people walking in the opposite direction to lead the way.

“No kidding. Alright, follow me. Cars waiting.” He began walking through the sea of people before you could ask any more questions, so you did your best to keep up with him.

When you get to the carpool line, you wonder what kind of car you’re about to get into. What you’re not expecting is Tim to make a beeline for the nicest car in the entire parking lot that had a hired driver sitting in the front seat.

As you began the drive, you realized there was no walking to Tim’s house. It made for a pretty long drive from campus, tucked away from the city.

You also realized that “house” is a complete understatement.

As the car pulls up, you begin to understand why you’re in a goddamn town car. The place is giant; Tim is loaded. Like, more money than god loaded. You’re trying not to stare or let your jaw hang on the floor, but it feels a bit involuntary at this point. You don’t think you’ve ever seen so much wealth in one space. This place rivals the castles you’ve seen on television.

Thankfully, Tim seems to be understanding, giving you a small, tight-lipped smile as the car is put in park. You pause, waiting for Tim to make the first move. He throws open his door and you follow suit, hoping to whatever god out there that you don’t make a total fool of yourself once you go inside.

The thought doesn’t leave you as he opens the door to the… mansion. If you thought the outside was extravagant, the inside is ostentatious. As you follow Tim through the hallways, you note that any one piece of decor in this home would pay off your rent for a good two years.

This is nuts.

“We’re, uh, gonna work in the library. That cool with you?” Tim asks, stopping by a set of shut double doors. You nod, not trusting your voice, and haul open one of the doors. He leads you to a large table surrounded by even larger bookshelves, putting his stuff down before returning to the doors. He props one of them open as you settle in, pulling out your old Macbook to get started.

“You know…” Tim sounds hesitant, and you look up at him, urging him to finish. “It’s okay if this is all… strange to you. I didn’t exactly prep you beforehand.”

A large breath of air escapes you in a dramatic sigh. “Oh, thank fuck. Seriously, dude, I’m not trying to be an asshole or anything, I’ve just never been somewhere this… fancy.”

Tim chuckles, and you can’t help but join him. It doesn’t feel like he’s making fun of you; it feels like he understands where you’re coming from. “No, don’t worry. You’re not being an asshole. I kinda forget you’re new around here, that’s why I didn’t explain anything.” He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he’s about to say next.

“I, uh, was the same way when I got here. I’d never seen anything so… extravagant. It-”

“It’s kinda irritating, isn’t it?” Tim is cut off by another man’s voice, and your head whips up to find the source. An extremely tall, broad-shouldered, gorgeous man stands leaning on the doorway, a cheeky smile on his face. A scar frames his pretty face and striking green eyes, and as your eyes trail further you see long sleeves that cover most of his tanned skin. Jesus, what is in the water at this place? You can’t seem to find your voice, so Tim speaks for you.

“Jason, we’re doing a group project, can you—”

Jason, a cocky smile still plastered on his face, holds up his hands in surrender as he interrupts Tim. “Not here to bug you. Swear. Just came to grab something.” He disappears behind a bookshelf, reappearing only moments later with two books held in one of his pretty, giant hands.

Not like you’re staring, or anything.

“Good to meet you, by the way.” He walks over to the table, extending his free hand out to you. “I’m Jason.” You reach for his hand, shaking it and giving him your name in return. The smile on his face only brightens, your hands refusing to let go.

Tim clears his throat, and you’re both reminded that he is, in fact, in the room with you. You drop Jason’s hand as your face grows hot. If possible, his smile grows.

“See ya later.” Jason waves on his way out, and you secretly hope you run into him again before you leave.

It was hard to focus after that. Tim didn’t say anything further about Jason, so you didn’t ask. Even though you had lots of questions. Eventually, you were able to get into a groove, knocking out a good bit of your project before it got too late. You had another week to get it done, but it was nice to get a chunk of it out of the way ahead of time. Now that it was late, however, you were starving. And your stomach immediately ratted you out by growling obscenely loudly with no warning.

Tim laughs, closing his laptop and pushing it further away from him on the table. “Yeah, it’s probably a good time to call it quits. Let’s go see what Alfred’s cooking.”

You don’t question who Alfred is despite desperately wanting to; you just put your laptop in your bag, throw it over your shoulder, and follow Tim.

He again leads you through the winding hallways of his home, and the further you get, the more you can smell something absolutely delicious cooking in the kitchen.

“Alfred, I—oh.” Tim stops in the doorway of the kitchen, and you have to slam on the breaks behind him so you don’t run into his back. There at the stove stands Jason, stirring something in a ridiculously large steaming pot, something out of a restaurant kitchen. You wonder how many people they need to feed.

“He ran to the store, we’re out of paprika. I don’t know if your friend likes chicken and dumplings, but there’s plenty.”

They both look over at you, and you briefly panic at the attention. When you don’t speak, Tim does for you. “Or we could go to the diner. Your choice.”

“We can stay here. I haven’t had chicken and dumplings in years.”

A grin fights its way onto Jason’s face, and he motions for you to come closer. You slowly shuffle closer to the stove, Tim not far behind you.

“Yeah, this is your thing, right? Tim said you transferred in from down south. Mind stirring for me?”

You grab the wooden spoon from Jason, subtly trying to watch him as he walks over to the pantry. “I mean, cooking isn’t my thing. But southern food definitely is. The lack of gumbo up here is frightening.”

They both snort out a laugh, and you’re suddenly reminded that Tim is still here, sitting on the counter next to the industrial-sized pot you’re stirring. It smells divine—like your grandmother's cooking. Whoever this Alfred is—he’s already a 10 in your book.

“Maybe you could teach me how to make it,” Jason proposes, returning from the pantry with a can of Tony’s and a huge pepper grinder. He moves into your space, hip-bumping yours to urge you just a bit out of the way. You keep stirring as he seasons the food, attempting to gauge Tim’s reaction without him noticing.

Too bad when you look up, Tim’s already looking at you, a small smile on his face. You return it stiffly before refocusing on the task in front of you. You hope whatever’s going through his head is positive.

“Yeah,” you finally find your voice. “That’d be cool. You’re already halfway there, using Tony’s. My grandmother would be proud.” You snort at the idea, and Jason gives you a soft laugh.

“I had a good teacher. Alfred is the best cook I’ve ever met.”

“He’s right,” Tim finally buts in. “Jason might be a good cook, but Alfred taught him everything he knows.”

“All I heard was I’m a good cook. Thanks, Timmo.” The grin on Jason’s face is contagious, you can’t help but return it. Tim even smiles despite himself.

“That compliment doesn’t leave this room. In fact—”

“Alright, boys, if you're going to argue, please do so outside of my kitchen.” An older man cuts Tim off from the doorway, a large paper bag in his hands. You feel Jason move around you as he approaches the man, taking the bag from him and over to the pantry.

“We’re not arguing. Tim finally admitted I’m a good cook.”

“Only thanks to you, Alfred.” Tim admits as he watches Alfred approach you and the stove. “That’s my friend from marketing class,” Tim gives Alfred your name. “We were working on a group project.”

“Pleasure to meet you. I see they put you to work immediately after.” You share a chuckle, and he motions for you to hand over the wooden spoon. You do it easily, and he gives you another warm smile and nods. “You’re free to go.” He jokes.

“It’s all good—I didn't mind.” You say.

Alfred, seemingly holding back a smile, says, “Then why don’t I put you all to work and get you to set the table?”

You follow Tim and Jason into the dining room, but they refuse to let you do any of the work setting the table. The dining room, just like the other rooms you’d seen here, was large and incredibly ornate. A crystal chandelier, a large wooden table that looked big enough for a small army, and more chairs around it than three times your average dining table.

Another thing about a house this big is that sound tends to carry. That’s why you jumped when you heard the front door slam shut. You hear Alfred greet someone, and then footsteps heading for the dining room. When you look over, you see two women standing in the doorway, smiles on their faces.

“Alfred says foods ready. Oh! Tim’s friend!” The blonde makes her way over to you, throwing her arms around you in a hug. “Hi. I’m Steph.” She pulls away to motion at the woman she came in with. “That’s my girlfriend, Meg.”

“Hi. Nice to finally meet you.” Meg says, and the confusion on your face must be evident because she laughed before continuing. “Steph and I have weekly double dates with Tim and Bernard. They tell us everything.”

“Its true. Baby, wait.” Steph says and races to pull out a chair at the table for her girlfriend before sitting beside her. “Nothing but good things about you though. Journalism, right?”

You nod before scanning the table, trying to figure out where to sit. Jason, standing behind one of the chairs, taps on the table at the spot between him and Tim and across from Steph. With the weight of that off your shoulders, you move around the table and answer. “Yeah, it’s a great program. It also seems like I’m in the right city, considering all the stuff that goes down here.”

You sit down and watch as Tim and Jason sit next to you in unison. The latter snorts. “No fucking kidding. It seems like every time I turn on the news shit gets worse.” Jason says, adjusting in his chair.

“You’re not lying.” Meg pipes up. “There’s been I think fourteen disappearances in the span of… what? Two months? I’m not an expert, but that seems like a lot.”

The group murmurs in agreement but no one really knows what to say at that, because she’s right. It’s definitely weird. The lull in conversation is quickly broken by Alfred bustling into the dining room, Dick, and a younger boy in tow.

You’re introduced to the younger boy, Damian, as dinner is served, and find yourself observing the meaningful chaos around you. He doesn’t speak much, but you can’t blame him. There are a few empty seats, and you have a feeling that someone usually fills them, but no one seems upset. Just content at the company they do have.

Jason keeps asking you questions. Whispers, barely discernable even to your own ears. Asking whether or not you like the food, if all of this is too much for you. Despite his rough, cocky exterior, he seems like a genuinely kind soul. You hope you get to see more of him in the future; something about him makes you want more.

After saying your goodbyes to the majority of the group after a long, delicious dinner, it’s just you, Tim, and Jason heading toward the front door.

“I’m gonna go pull the car up.” Tim says, ducking out the front door and shutting it behind him. You watch him go before Jason speaks, commanding your attention.

“Could I, uh—could I get your number?” Despite how big and scary Jason might seem at first glance, you wonder how anyone could ever think that after getting to know him. You’ve only known him for the one evening, but you already feel like you can trust him. There’s something about him that seems magnetizing; his energy is safe, comforting, and inviting. How could you refuse him?

“Yeah. Of course.” You can’t help your grin when he hands you his phone and lets you type in your number. “Text me anytime. I’m never off my phone longer than… well, maybe a lecture.”

It’s his turn to grin as he pockets his phone. “Where there’s a will there’s a way, sweetheart.”

Your stomach flutters, and you wonder when the last time you had butterflies was. High school? Ever? Not like this.

“Oh, there’s a will, so…” You trail off when you hear Tim honk outside. “Later, Jason.”

“See ya, sweetheart.”

You rush to the car, face warm with excitement, desperate to outrun the sudden rain even if it isn’t possible. Thankfully Tim doesn’t seem to mind when you sit in the passenger seat soaked from the rain.

“Where to?” He asks, and at first, you freeze. You’ve seen where he lives, it’s only… well maybe fair isn’t necessarily the right word. But it feels like you can safely give up your bit of information now that you know his.

Only, the issue is, your place is decidedly not anything like his. And it’s not a bad thing, as your place is pretty damn good for the price, but it’s definitely something you’re beginning to worry about. It’s Tim, though. He’s been very kind to you since the beginning, and there’s no evidence that he’d use this as an excuse to be an asshole. So, you give him your address.

“Oh, cool. Roy lives there. I’ll have to introduce you sometime.” Your nerves settle; you’re so grateful to have met this guy. He puts the car in drive, windshield wipers on full blast as he drives you through the city. It’s a peaceful drive, most of the traffic having already died down by now. You sit in a comfortable silence, occasionally answering whatever questions or comments Tim throws your way.

He drops you off at the front door with a goodbye and a wave, promising to text you when he gets home. As you make your way up and into the stairs to your apartment, you feel your phone buzz. You grab your laptop and plop onto your couch before reading the message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey, it’s Jason. You make it home okay?

You: Sure did! It was really nice meeting u btw

As you wait for him to respond, you save his number on your phone. Loading up your laptop, your mind goes back to what Meg said earlier at dinner. Fourteen people in two months. That’s definitely not normal, even by Gotham’s standards. What the hell is going on here?

When it comes to research, you’ve always found the starting point to be the most difficult. Where do you begin? What do you start with? You figure you need to start somewhere. As you search Gotham missing persons in Google, your phone vibrates.

Jason: I really enjoyed meeting you too. You should come back to the manor soon.

You: Well Tim and I still have that project soooo…

Jason: Perfect.

You: :) Goodnight. Hope u sleep well

Jason: Night, sweetheart. Hope you do too.

And suddenly, the feeling of butterflies returns. You wonder if this is just his personality or if he’s just baseline flirty. You really hope not, you’re not sure your heart can take it. Something about him just makes you want to know more. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that he seems to be a caring, nice, intelligent guy, or if it’s the fact that he’s drop-dead gorgeous. Neither hurts, you’re sure about that.

Before you hit the hay, you’re determined to save a few good articles to begin your research tomorrow. Your professor canceled this Tuesday’s class a week prior, so despite your workload, you’ll have enough time to work on a personal project.

You save a few links into a Word document before adding Gotham Gazette into the search bar. Maybe, if Dick ever came through with that contact, you could ask her to point you in a better direction.

After saving a few seemingly interesting sources, you shut your computer with a yawn. Before moving here, you could stay up until two a.m. no questions asked. Now, you’re lucky to get past 11. You blame all the walking; your hometown was definitely not walkable.

You pour yourself a glass of water from the filtered pitcher in the fridge before moving to your bedroom to put it on your side table. Heading into your bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror before willing yourself to do an abridged version of your nighttime routine. After piling into bed, you heave a deep sigh.

You feel good. Now on the outside, thanks to skincare, but mostly on the inside. Something about being around everyone tonight made you feel welcomed in a way you haven’t since you arrived in Gotham. It had been a rocky (almost) month, but you finally feel like you’ve carved a place out here.

#jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #red hood x you

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novelcain · 2 years ago

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I have a small head cannon now with my version of reader that I wanted to share with you:

She has a lotus pin in her hair due to her association with Quanyin and it has the added bonus of extra protection (like a protection seal)

Just wanted to share, now I’m going back into my hole to finally finish a fic that’s been giving me writers block for two months now.

*gets slapped with writers block in the face*

Gosh darn it….

(By the way any tips on how to overcome writers block?)

That's a pretty interesting idea. Like a lil fashionable talisman~

And good luck with your writing hope you can get through the writers block

As far as tips go, I unfortunately can't help much in the writer's/artist's block since I don't really get it.😬 If anything I just get bursts of laziness where I don't wanna pick up my laptop cause that's too much effort and so end up curled up in my nest scrolling through tiktok all day. But to remedy that, I just force myself to pick up my laptop or @lovesick-ritz will kindly hand it to me so I can get things done.

So here's the tips that I could think of:

Set a designated area or method for writing (ex. I only write on my laptop bc I've assigned it mentally as my preferred place to write)

Make it as easy as possible for you to write (ie. leave the writing tabs open. I personally never have word closed there's always at least my notes tab open but I usually have at least 3 word tabs don't ask me why I'm addicted to keeping tabs open)

Try to get rid of as many distractions as you can like unneeded social media (having a tumblr tab open is always my down fall cause I get distracted by asks)

Since I have adhd and autism complete silence honestly distracts me more than anything so I like to play this 10 hour thunder storm video on YouTube (this also helps with my tinnitus in case anyone else got that)

Another thing I've been told that help is just start writing little notes or just anything at all and maybe that'll spur you into what you want to be writing

Also some random tips if found useful when it comes to writing/drawing:

If you hyperfixate on writing and drawing for long periods of time like I do (like I'm talking about 8 hour sit down don't move sessions) get water and a couple snacks before you start and be sure to stretch at least once an hour

Remember to specifically do full hand stretches to avoid carpal tunnel and writer's/artist's arthritis

Try to get up and walk around as much as possible (if you can as someone with walking issues I know that isn't always easy or even possible)

One thing I like to do to rest my eyes and brain is after a few hours I'll go to Spotify and play a few songs (or in my case one song on repeat I've been particularly obsessed with the Epic sagas since they've come out and have been constant listening to Survive in the Cyclops saga) with your eyes closed. Staring at a screen all day can be harmful to your eyes and brain.

And for drawing with adhd, if you're working on a long piece it can get frustrating to work on one part for long periods of time so keep in mind that if you're start to feel bored or tired with the part that you're working on it's ok to move to a different part. (ie. you've been working on the hair for a while and start to feel understimulated to move to the face or even a completely different area so get that stimulation) It's not like a story where you gotta remember plot points and continuity the whole thing is right there so just work on whatever part catches your fancy. Or hell if you get bored just draw lil scribbles for a second in a corner somewhere until you feel up to going back to the piece.

Please keep in mind while reading these that I by no means have healthy habits. As I stated I hyperfixate on projects and will often neglect my human needs for extremely long periods on accident; however, I am lucky enough to have a very attentive partner that reminds me and encourages me to take care of myself and helps me when I can't. (Love you Ritz. Literally couldn't live without you~ mwah💜)

HOWEVER! Because of this I am extremely used to living with unhealthy habits and have an OBSENE amount of tips for dealing/living with them so if anyone wants some autism/adhd/depression/anxiety (all of which I have kinda extreme forms of) life tips lemme know and I'll write a whole essay for you. Tho again I will say these tips are not cures. These conditions are permanent so these tips would just be ways to make living with them a little easier. (Honestly I might just make that post even if no one asks for it on the off chance that helps even one person)

#skittle answers #isekai'd to the west #isekai'd to the west headcanons #tips for writers #tips for artists #advice #writer's block

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 1 year ago

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Hello darling Em!

Your fluff writing is so cute 😍

I was hoping to put in a request for something sweet with Káno. Y/N has been working very hard on a lot of projects and has not only overworked themselves, but also they feel very gloomy, unaccomplished, and tired. How would Káno react / how would he make Y/N feel better?

Please and thank you! I wanna know your take! 💚💚💚

Imagine Maglor comforting you after overworking yourself

Word count: 1.9K

Tags: Fluff, Maglor being the epitome of comfort ugh

Author's note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I had so much fun writing this little imagine💚🌿 Enjoy!

Today was the day. You had felt it when you had awoken this morning but decided to ignore the sinking feeling of exhaustion. There was simply too much to be done, you couldn’t possibly take a break — Eru forbid if you missed your deadline!

So here you were, hunched over a bunch of papers, trying to decipher the meaning behind the scribblings you had hastily written the night before. But to no avail.

"What were you thinking, Y/N?" You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed exasperatedly. It was late autumn and the harvest festival was upon the Blue Mountains. You had been asked by the neighboring village to kindly open the festivities with a speech commemorating the history of elven customs during harvest season, particularly since everyone knew you had an affinity for history; be it art, music or traditions. It was your duty as a noble of this house to attend events like this and while you enjoyed them more than anyone else in the estate — even your husband, who was known to be the biggest supporter of merry gatherings such as this one — you found yourself regretting to have agreed to this specific occasion. One could say your enthusiasm and eagerness to please were your toxic traits, for they drained you to no end, making you question your entire existence and role in this realm.

It wasn’t like anyone would be mad at you for declining the opening ceremony, however, you simply hadn’t had the strength to say no when they had asked you. Harvest season was a busy one. And now, you were responsible for not only the festivities taking place at your estate but consequently the neighboring village as well. How you were supposed to shoulder all of that, you had no idea. You knew Makalaurë was knee deep in his own affairs, but it frustrated you to no end seeing how he seemed to be able to balance all of his tasks while simultaneously enjoying them. How did he do it? How could he still dance around the corridors of this house, interacting with everyone with that huge smile on his face while you had no capacities to even drink enough water for the day? You felt pressure on your forehead where a frown had formed.

"I don’t have time for this right now.."

Sloppily gathering the indecipherable papers on your desk, determined to start anew — hopefully this time your notes would actually be readable — you accidentally knocked over a stack of books that had been balancing rather dangerously on the right edge of your desk. That was it. The last straw.

Angrily scrunching up and ripping the papers in your hand, you kicked your desk with all your might and a nasty pain shot through your foot. You yelled and the papers went flying, along with your composure. The books were scattered all over the floor, shreds of paper were raining down on you to remind you of your failure, and all you could see were your ink stained hands shaking in front of your eyes before the tears inevitably took over.

Eru. You were a mess. Your entire room was. This entire season had been. You had officially hit the wall head-on. There was nothing more to be done. You could already see the mayor’s face in your head, eyeing you with that disappointed look. How did you ever think you could fit this speech into your schedule? It was quiet for a moment, and you tried your hardest to suppress the tears because you simply did not have the time to be crying right now.

Get it together, Y/N, you’re such a joke.

That was when the door opened and in came Makalaurë, holding his lyre and a book in his hands. He was glowing, about to tell you something wonderful it seemed. But the second he saw the scene in front of him, he clutched the lyre tightly in shock.

"My love, what’s wrong?" He rushed to your side and put down his things, completely focusing on you. His eyes were blue like the sky on a summer’s day, something you hadn’t seen in ages it seemed, for the sky was grey and cloudy today. And it had been yesterday. And the day before that. Eru, you hadn’t left your chambers in almost a week.

"I can’t do it, Laurë," you sobbed, clumsily wiping your eyes with your sleeves. "The festival’s in three days and I can’t even read my own handwriting, and there’s so much to be done- the speech isn’t even halfway done- the decorations for the foyer- a-and the dining area- oh Eru, I’m going to have a meltdown,“ you cried, arms flying around his neck to hold onto him for dear life.

Makalaurë was shocked to see you this hysterical, you had always prided yourself on your hardworking nature and ability to thrive under pressure, but he had feared this day would come. Soon enough, you would have had to realize you had overbooked yourself. He had told you multiple times to always make time in the day to care for yourself so that completing tasks would be easier and more enjoyable, but stubborn how you could be, you had dismissed his advice. He couldn’t blame you, really — you did have an impressive resume so surely, you knew better than him. Not this time though.

"Oh, love…" he sighed, gently kissing the top of your head before cradling your face, eyes scanning over the morbid looking nuances of your skin. When was the last time you had eaten? Or seen sunlight?

He felt horrible for not noticing earlier how exhausted you had been this whole time. Granted, he had been completely immersed in his own duties as the Lord of the House, but that did not excuse him disregarding your wellbeing. Because here you were, arms almost limply around his neck, breathing heavily, the bags underneath your dull, reddened eyes prominent as ever. He needed to get you out of this godforsaken room.

"We are to leave this room immediately," he began and you moved to open your mouth in protest but found yourself too tired to speak up now. He was right and you knew it. Carefully helping you stand up, he guided you around the books on the floor before draping a soft tunic over your shoulders. "Let’s get you something to eat."

You snuggled into the fabric, leaning into his form next to you. You did not know where he was taking you, but the idea of fresh air and food already lifted your spirits in ways you could not have imagined back in your study.

You ended up in the old greenhouse at the far edge of his estate, hidden away in the gardens. The air was humid, it seemed like rain was upon you. Makalaurë lead you inside, towards an upholstered bench where you sat down, immediately pulling your legs up to your chest and closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh air and soothing scents of the plants around you. When you opened them again, he stood in front of you, smiling lovingly before moving to get a blanket from a cabinet next to you, wrapping your body in it.

"I’ll be right back, anything specific you wish to drink?" He asked, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly. You took a second before replying "Some herbal tea, perhaps? I think I need it." That was all he needed to hear before nodding and hastening out of the greenhouse, keen on bringing you whatever it was you desired.

It didn’t take long for your lover to return with a tray of the finest selection of fruits, a vibrantly colored salad, a bowl of steaming pumpkin soup and a cup of your most beloved blend of herbal tea. He took a seat next to you and began feeding you small pieces of fruit first, to encourage your appetite. "You could have told me, Y/N," he scolded you softly, to which you would have looked away sheepishly if it wasn’t for his hand tenderly grasping your chin so that he could feed you a spoon of the delicious soup. When you felt motivated enough, you carefully took the bowl out of his hands and began eating on your own accord. You did not miss him watching you like a hawk, making sure you did not waste a single drop. It was quiet in the greenhouse, except for some birds chirping in the distance.

"I didn’t want to bother you," you spoke, to which he raised his eyebrow. That was a bad excuse and you knew it. "I just- I didn’t want to admit to my failure. So many people were counting on me, how could I possibly decline any of their requests?" The empty bowl in your lap was replaced with the cup of tea. His hands lingered on yours, sweetly caressing your knuckles.

"I understand. But your health and wellbeing are of the utmost importance. You cannot possibly fulfill all of these tasks without taking care of yourself, love. There are many things I admire about you, and your enthusiasm and drive are a big part of that. You are such a determined individual with intentions purer than the lullabies a mother would sing to her child. You put everyone first, and it is my job to remind you not to be too selfless, to give yourself the treatment everyone else receives from you. Look at me," his gaze was warm, concerned and wistful "You are never a burden, understand? I would never play down your abilities, but seeing you so exhausted tells me you need a hand. And you should never feel ashamed to ask for help, especially not from me." Your brows furrowed, and you found yourself fighting the tears yet again because you knew he was right.

"As for the speech, I forbid you to set foot into your study for the rest of today. Tomorrow, we will work on it together, but today is no longer meant for working. Don't even think about it." You nodded quietly, grateful to have him here to ground you. He truly was your rock.

"I already talked to the staff about the dining area and the foyer — they are more than happy to assist with putting the decorations up, seeing as you already sketched most of it out." His arms came around you in an embrace, squeezing you so tightly you almost spilled your tea. With his soft lips meeting your forehead, you closed your eyes and for the first time this week didn’t feel guilty about it. "Thank you, Laurë," you whispered, overwhelmed by his affections and caring soul, "I don’t know what I would do without you."

“Perish, I’m afraid," he replied, his chest rumbling with a hearty laugh, sending comforting vibrations throughout your body. So you remained, in each others arms. It didn’t take long for the rain to arrive, and soon enough, the pitter-patter of each little droplet contributed to a soothing symphony sounding on the glass walls around you. The last thing you perceived was Makalaurë's beautiful voice humming an innocent memory to greet the rain, feeling thankful and relaxed at last.

#maglor #makalaurë #maglor x reader #maglor imagine #request

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kitkatyes · 1 year ago

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Whumptober 2023 Masterlist!

Yippie! (I've gone mildly insane) Anyway, I thought I might as well go through and link all my fics for whumptober in one post so see below for all those goodies

I've quite literally linked every single fic I wrote over the course of the month in here as well as their descriptions so this is a long post (I think I kinda broke Tumblr when writing this out so oops-) Just make sure you heed the tags on ao3 when you're reading- some things get a little graphic and all that jazz

But if you wanna go through the list without all my nonsense, then you can take a look at the series link below:

Without further adieu, lets begin!

Operation: Jest

There's a note on Phoenix's desk… "Meet me in my office at 14:00! Please don't set anything on fire while you're waiting… - Your Handler"

They really hoped they weren't in trouble

Prompt: Safety Net

Keep it Cool

The mission had gone mostly to plan. Phoenix was still in one piece, all they had to do now was make it back to Agency headquarters

Prompt: Thermometer

Operation: Settling Dust

All good EOD agents should know that if their mission is going exactly to plan, there's something up Phoenix really should have listened to their gut

Prompt: Debris - Start of a miniseries

Search and Rescue

"Their eyes slid shut as someone wearing a familiar uniform appeared in front of them." Mason could only watch his monitor in horror as a Zoraxis operative dragged his Agent out of the rubble

Prompt: Recording but it can also be seen as made to watch- This one is also a continuation of the previous day

Come and Go Out My Mind

Paid time off is very hard to come by at the Agency. Sure, Phoenix has had plenty of medical leave but having time to spend with themself was practically unheard of. Let's just hope they'll get to enjoy it.

Prompt: Alleyway - Part of a twoshot

So the Blade Pierces Through Me

“Hey, bossman,” The agent began, “I’m gonna take them to the hospital– the Agency’s too far away.” Phoenix fades into consciousness

Prompt: Overcrowded ER - This one is a continuation of day 6 (Search and Rescue)

Thirty-Two

Phoenix smiled sombrely as they disconnected the generator from the elevator, ignoring their Handler's pleas. Their stomach dropped as the elevator fell.

Prompt: Mistaken identity

Lost Without You

It was a routine mission: Get in, get the files, get out. With their luck, it decidedly wasn't.

Prompt: Standard - Start of another miniseries

Loose Stones

"The blearing of an alarm broke through their thoughts, jerking at the sudden noise. Looks like they didn’t have the time to think things through. Phoenix ran."

Prompt: Animal trap - Also a continuation of the prior day

Operation: Losing Sleep

Phoenix scribbled crude stick figures in the back of their notebook as they shifted uncomfortably in their seat for the 15th time that hour. Occasionally, they looked up at the small door they were tasked with surveying. God, stakeout suck

Prompt: "I'm up, I'm up!"

Steady-

Phoenix’s mouth opened in a silent scream as tears pricked the edges of their vision. The three above them conversed, the words seemingly foreign to the Agent. A hard boot kicked at them as they were lulled into a fitful state of unconsciousness.

Prompt: Feaver - Also a continuation of day 11 (Loose Stones)

Operation: With The Fishes

Great! Phoenix gets the pleasure of infiltrating a fishing boat. They can already smell the fish

Prompt: Flare

Assumptions

So what if Phoenix gets hurt during a mission? They'd be fine, they always were

Prompt: "I'm fine"

Code: Red

Phoenix smiled as they knocked at the door of their Handler's office, eagerly awaiting his somewhat sullen response. Listen, they were bored.

Prompt: "Don't go where I can't follow"

Trust..?

Phoenix felt tense, listening to the constant 'tick, tock' of the clock. They couldn't help but keep surveying the room as their fingers ran across the bandages that circled their neck.

Prompt: Touch aversion - Also a continuation of day 7 (Come and Go Out My Mind)

Decline

Artificial wind rushed past them as they felt their stomach drop, arms flailing uselessly at their sides. Through lidded eyes, Phoenix noted the shocked expression of their Handler before they landed with a loud ‘crunch’.

Alternate prompt: Aftermath of failure - continuation of day 16 (Code: Red)

Keeping You Company

The constant beep of a heart monitor echoed throughout the room. Mason found himself in the doorframe, a bundle of flowers in his arms.

Prompt: Floral bouquet

Lights Out

They were in an oddly-shaped elevator- it felt familiar. They couldn't do anything as they felt the cables snap under some unseen force, plummeting Phoenix woke up in a cold sweat

Prompt: Blanket

Rue

Mason nervously adjusted his tie as he paced the hospital's waiting room. He knew, logically, Phoenix would be okay, but he needed to see it himself.

Prompt: "Don't move" - Also a continuation of day 8 (So the Blade Pierces Through Me)

Fragmentary

Phoenix thumbed the makeshift license in their hands, eyeing the Agency-issued car. Well, they just hoped it wouldn't explode- but they didn't exactly have the best track record

Prompt: Vehicular accident - be mindful of ieytd 3 spoilers

Stalkers Tango

Phoenix hummed to themself as they bustled around their kitchen, cleaning up the mess they'd made while cooking. They got to work cleaning the dishes

Prompt: Stalking

Doing Everything so Manically

With nimble hands, they grabbed their keycard before leaving the room. If they were quick, they’d be able to escape before anyone realised anything was wrong. Let's just hope their luck won’t run out now.

Alternate prompt: Miscommunication - Continuation of day 13 (Steady-)

Still Standing in the Rain

Phoenix smiled to themself as they looked out the window, eying the bleak grey of the clouds. If they were lucky, it'd start to rain soon.

Prompt: Storm

Set the Stage Aglow

Phoenix usually loves long-term undercover missions but every now and again, it really drains them. They find themself sitting on the edge of a stage.

Prompt: Seeing double

Ember

Phoenix ran their fingers along the edge of the briefcase, occasionally flicking one of the latches. The nuclear codes were safe- they'd get it to the Agency in one piece

Prompt: Matches

Split Decision

Phoenix finally has a day off after God knows how long. They just want to watch a movie

Prompt: "You'll have to go through me"

Take it Back to the Start

Phoenix visits the place where they grew up

Prompt: Troubled past resurfacing

Split the World in Two

Following the events of project [REDACTED]

Prompt: Bridal carry - be wary of ieytd 3 spoilers and the start of a twoshot

Before I Burn Out

Phoenix needs to really stop waking up in places they don't recognise- Now that they think about it, why does their head hurt so much?

Prompt: "Take it easy" - continuation of the day before and some minor ieytd 3 spoilers

#whumptober 2023 #fanfiction #literally everything I wrote for the month #ieytd #i expect you to die #agent phoenix #the handler #john juniper #roxanna prism #long post #very long post #god fucking help me #I went insane making this post-#this took me far too long to make #I literally couldn't save this as a draft

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chipthekeeper · 6 months ago

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Answer the Questions and Tag 5 Fanfic Authors

thanks for the tag @quarantineddreamer!!

1. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

blame my father tbh. when i was a wee lad upset with the ending of a book he told me "write a different one" and it stuck. i didn't actually do it but 15 years or so later i was suddenly filling in gaps

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

an oddly complicated question. officially, three i guess. star wars, top gun, and one i will not speak of. i have also written for wheel of time but have not finished nor posted. one day.....

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

if we ignore the first time (we will) just four-ish

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

definitely write. as discussed recently, i have this problem where i think my stuff is pure garbage when i read other people's work. or the opposite problem arises and my editor mind makes me mean

5. What is one way you’ve improved as a writer?

oh god uhhh......i've tried to get better at figurative language and description and just stuff that doesn't come naturally. idk. i don't think i've been all that successful at improving anything specifically but i know when i read old stuff i cringe more than when i read recent stuff, so something must have happened

6. What’s the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

i can never remember specifically anything weird, i just tend to have stacks of star wars books at hand to make sure i have "facts" correct. although for the top gun fic i was researching like. parts of airplanes? it always feels more weird to research real world things lmao

7. What’s your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

i live for 1. play by play of the lines you liked and what you thought about them 2. very long keysmash in caps lock

8. What’s the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

i'm not very fringey. non-toxic lesbians (by my interpretation) i suppose, that doesn't seem to be popular faskldfkasjkdj

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

same as B, smut. i feel like i almost got there lol but it's just.....idk i get very sweaty about it

10. What is the easiest type?

nothing anymore it seems! but my style leans to angst with a happy ending

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

in the shower. or anywhere really but the shower is where anything useful happens. and google docs unfortunately. though things tend to originate in notes app scribbles before getting there

12. What is something you’ve been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

kind of anything not ship-centered i think. i just sort of don't really trust myself with characters outside the two that i really focus in on for something. which is stupid but that's just how my brain works

13. What made you choose your username?

originally it was chippingthegoalkeeper, in honor of a world cup goal that changed my life. but since my blog moved away from soccer for the most part i've shortened it. i think the brand is strong though at this point

this was fun! i feel like i'm the last person to do this so no tags from me (unless you wanna do it in which i'll tag you in like it's wrestling)

#glad this was done today when i'm feeling even a little bit confident again #me #my writing

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flimflamfandom · 1 year ago

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Room Mates (vignette)

Ivy Pepper stared at the wall in her dorm room, and grumbled as she wiped the chalk off with cloth. “You’re lucky I took a picture of this, Helen, or my homework would be RUINED!”

“You’re lucky I even let you write up there in the first place!”

Ivy furiously scribbled down notes from her notebook, after VERY quickly getting some fi;m developed. She grumbled to herself as she worked. “Stupid Helen...bet she can’t even SPELL Nodal!”

Ivy had been working hard at a few problems her projective geometry teacher had given her, all to do with Self space dual curves. She HAD been working the math on the wall and writing the shapes onto graph lined paper. But Helen, the STODGY WENCH SHE WAS, had demanded she wash the wall off. So, she was back to work, trying to get her numbers down.

Helen looked over her shoulder at her work. “That Y should be negative.” “I know it should be negative.” “Then why didn’t you write down that it was negative?” “Because I KNOW it’s supposed to be! You already bungled my process once!” “...is this really about that boy?” Ivy scoffed. “What? No. I don’t care WHAT you think about him. But I DO care that now I have to waste notebook pages like some sort of PHILISTINE!” “Yeesh, what is it with you and the chalk anyway!?” “The boys won’t let me into the workrooms! You know how boys are.” Ivy sighed. “Mathematics is a woman’s world and here they are, traipsing around like they own the place because every other science BeLoNgS to them.” She grumbled. “Makes me wanna hurl ‘em through a window.”

Helen shrugged. “I never knew anyone considered Math a girl thing.” “Sure, Emmy Noether?” “...who?” “The woman who figured out Commutative rings?” “...whats?” Ivy sighed, and opened up another sheet of notebook paper. “Commutative rings,” She said. “Are any ring in which multiplication is commutative.” She wrote a few things down. “So AB=BA for any B or A value.” “...You lost me at rings, actually, where do rings come in?” Helen turned her head to one side. “It’s a nonempty set with 2 operations and fulfilling certain requirements!” She began to write something down. “Here’s what you need for a ring.”

She hastily wrote, her tongue out, her eyes determined. Until she came up with...

1) If a∈R and b∈R, then a⊕b∈R.

(2) a⊕(b⊕c) = (a⊕b)⊕c

(3) a⊕b=b⊕a

(4) There is an element 0R in R such that a⊕0R=a , ∀a∈R .

(5) For each a ∈ R, the equation a⊕0R=a , ∀a∈R . a ⊕ x = 0R has a solution in R.

(6) If a∈R, and b∈R, then ab∈R.

(7) a⊗(b⊗c) = (a⊗b)⊗c.

(8) a⊗(b⊕c) = (a⊗b)⊕(b⊗c)

...the rules for rings.

“...wow. That’s...a bit much, don’t you think?” “It’s not SO bad. It’s basic algebraic structuring, Helen! The building blocks of math!” “...sure it is.” Helen nodded slowly. “Oh, c’mon, don’t tell me you aren’t able to follow this! You’re smart as a whip!” “I look at stars and make charts out of them, Ivy. The math I know about is geometry and-” “Well, if it’s geometry you’re after, take a look at my homework!” “Not THAT sorta geometry!” Helen said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I need some fresh air...you math people are bonkers.” Ivy crossed her arms and looked as she left. “Well, sure, go on and leave us mathematicians for your scientific breakthroughs and easy headlines! But when you need to calculate the trajectory of an asteroid, DON’T COME CRYING TO ME!” “I won’t!” Helen waved. She shut the door. Ivy grumbled.

Later that night, Ivy was still hard at work, and Helen came back in, with a few things. Looked like a brown paper bag of things. She looked over. “Still working?” “Mhm.” “Damn...Professor Holly really IS a jerk, huh?” “Yeah...I work better on chalk.” She said. “I guess I just...visualize it better.” “...” Helen handed her a small chalkboard. “It’s not the wall. But it’s there.” She smiled. “I also got you a coke. It’ll help you finish.” “...” Ivy smiled, warmly. “Thanks, Helen...sorry about earlier.” “It’s no trouble...so, self space dual curves, huh?” “Yep.” “How do those work?” “...I’m glad you asked...”

#Lackadaisy #ivy pepper #Lackadaisy Cats #Flimflam vignettes

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xbittersweetnightshadex · 1 month ago

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October 2024 Update

Hello, darlings! A new update has been posted to my website, including a glorious ramble/rant about social media, culture, and scheduling. I've also possibly found a way to automate posts across platforms so I don't have to sell my soul to the internet every single day just to get my work seen - so, if you're seeing this post anywhere outside of Tumblr and it's a little wonky, that's why.

Anywhoodle, you can read the update either on my blog directly (where you can also subscribe if you want to receive them in the future via email - no spam :p) or right here on Tumblr under the cut ('cause I don't wanna clog your feed, either). 🦇☕🖤

❝Hello, darlings. Since my last update, I have made the decision to rethink how I approach my updates. Previously, I’d had everything broken down into chunks. This time, I’ve revisited my to-do list by combining everything on my backlog and breaking them all down into their smallest microtask. Why? Well, because I’m a glutton for punishment, I suppose, but also because I was interested in seeing how big my workload actually is, morsel-by-morsel. This brings me to a total of – *drumroll* – 1,692 total tasks. No, I’m not kidding. And no, I’m not open to critique. It’s a backlog of dreams I’ve put off for far too long now for reasons we don’t need to get into in an update post. Now, off you go to bask in the glory of the numbers:

Project Updates

Now, I want to reiterate that this includes literally every microtask I have scribbles in my backlog, so perhaps it’s not quite as intimidating as you think. Still, it’s work, and some bars may spring forward faster than others, at least until I can afford to hire a personal assistant to help even out the workload a little bit. And speaking of finances, I’d like to note – in celebration – that this is my first month as a full-time business owner in the green, which is very exciting. I haven’t been this ahead since my former success crumbled under the weight (or, more accurately, the algorithm changes) of the pandemic. Still, to be fair, before then it was more of a hobby than a full-time gig – so woooooo. 🍾🎉 Moving on.

🖤 Dezy Delaceur, LLC: This category, at this point, will more or less overlap with other brands, as I’ve lumped my books, courses, and uncategorizable work into it. There are also things like social media and marketing plans in this category, as well as menial things like, “Organize your disgusting bird nest of notes” and “Optimize your websites for SEO and backend cleanliness”. I’m not going to share any of the social media updates in this space today, though, as I have a whole dedicated rant on that I’m saving for the end of this article in its own dedicated section.

❤️ Luxe Gothique Boutique: My beloved boutique is unofficially up and running again over here on its own official website. I still need to flesh out the Home page, the About page, and all relevant policies pages. I’m still in the process of getting everything there is to offer from the Classique Collection up and available, but much of it, you will notice, is already available. As the only name in luxury dark fashion and decor, I am very excited and confident in the future of this brand. I am also exploring the possibility of more clothing and decor options than are currently available, as well as looking into options for designing my own jewelry, statuary, faux flower bouquets, and more – all manufactured as on-demand as possible to prevent waste and minimize costs while fleshing out this massive undertaking of mine.

💜 The Witchy Housewife: For my fans of “woo-woo”, I’m working on getting into a good flow of publishing articles again. I recently shared an article about something I call realmwalking, which I haven’t shared on social media just yet because I’ve been slacking. I’ve also been working on artwork for the website to replace all those janky placeholders. I have a ton of new stock in now, too – crystals, candles, kits, the works. I’m organizing everything to resume making my own blends again soon, as well. For real this time, since I’m a little bit more comfortable investing funds this time. I’ll have some new services coming soon, as well, and more to come on my convenient little Digital Grimoire. You can find all of that over on the website here. I made a fun little commercial recently, too. Have a l’il peek:

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💚 Dezydration: I finished my vtuber 2d persona model, as I think I mentioned in my last update. I’ve got a ton of footage in my pocket that I just need to brainstorm on a little bit for my new video format, then I’ve got some backdrop artwork to wrap up. In other news, the art shop is officially open again over here, with both physical products and YCH (Your Character Here) commissions available. You can also find my pricing for artwork and writing commissions under the Services tab here. Finally, I’m organizing my concept notes and initial outline notes for my first web comic, A Little Town Called Lorauvial. You can except to see some major updates in that department in the coming months.

💙 Nightshade’s Auralcraft: And also for my fellow woo-wooheads, work continues with my subliminal affirmation audios. But for everyone else, there’s my ambience work. I’ve released a few new ambience mixes on the YouTube channel, including an Ancient Greek music mix, a nostalgic Y2K Disney Channel Halloween commercial mix, and a couple of Animal Crossing mixes. When I’m not listening to music or affirmations, sometimes an ambience mix is nice. It’s also nice to be able to bring the outside in sometimes.

🔒 Secret Projects: Obviously, I don’t want to say too much about this, because it’s still a secret, but I am using a tiny bit of free time at my leisure to work on this. All I can say right now is that it is something that could benefit the community, it is super nostalgic, and there are ducks involved.

A Rant on Social Media & Scheduling

Last time we chatted, I talked about social media, and since then I’ve been working really hard to get into a good rhythm with it. It’s overwhelming, and I keep getting bogged down by the idea that you need to be on every single platform to get any amount of reach. Some people say some platforms, others say others, and then you’ve got the issue of algorithms that murder the average person’s visibility before spitting on its grave. (This is not an exaggeration.) I’ve also been trying out Bluesky recently

To be honest, most of social media feels pretty lifeless these days. On the one hand, places like Tumblr and Bluesky have the faintest glow of optimism. There is a very subtle feeling of that old world charm which is completely absent from the platforms which used to dominate it – Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and so on. People are not really peopling like they used to. There are like three forms of content that have a chokehold on social media right now: Overposted memes, porn, and unnecessary discourse. I made a very tongue-in-cheek video about this very culture like 5 years ago, and it’s somehow gotten more relevant.

Anyway, I’m still thinking about these things. About people and social media and marketing and how to get my work out there. I think the things I make and do are really good, but it’s just difficult to get it seen while still being authentic. I just want to make and do things that are important to me. I don’t want to make clickbait or SEO-optimized baby-spoonfuls of meaningless content for the chronically brainfried. Then to have to start the whole process over for a million different platforms? Meh. I frequently wonder how many of my friends even get shown my work – and out of those that do, how many just scroll past it because it isn’t an overposted meme, porn, or unnecessary discourse. And there’s a lot to be said for this, but perhaps the most important is that we’ve become a very depressed bunch, but many are just fine continuing to contribute to the very things causing us to be so depressed. I miss Skype. I miss people.

And that’s just the cultural end of things. Time management is an issue, too. When I’m not working or taking care of other high-priority responsibilities, I don’t have the energy for doom scrolling or trying to explain myself. Our phones and our communication are not what they used to be. We can’t pick up our phones to take a little break, because we risk getting sucked into a feed of meaningless slop content. And we can’t respond to friends with free flowing, meaningful conversation that has no beginning and no end like we used to, because that isn’t enough; you’re supposed to tick each person’s unique boxes, and if you don’t tick those boxes, it means you “don’t care enough”. You have to shut your soul off. You have to put your social needs and comfort levels aside. You have to forget about your life outside of your phone. And that’s just… Difficult to do lately. I don’t want to be on my phone. I want to be outside. I want to be exercising. I want to be making a warm meal. I want to be listening to music and just existing.

So, that’s where we are now. I saw a post on Facebook recently that said, “Reminder that your friends still love you. Everyone is just very tired.” And that post says a lot. I think people forget this, mostly because of the cultural void we’ve carved into our hearts over the past near-decade. Which is where I put a pause on the frustrated rambling, step back, and pop on my favorite pair of rose-tinted glasses again. It’s this perspective that keeps me going, even and especially when I start to feel very alone.

And Regarding Life. . .

I’m getting into a new space soon, right as we step into my favorite time of year, which I am very excited about. I look forward to having more room to paint, to write, and to pour candle wax in. The place I’m moving to also has some really nice amenities. I think it will take a lot of stress off of me. Little by little, I will complete my passion projects. Little by little, I will come around to a good work-life balance. Little by little, I will build up what was worn down, just as I have many times before.

For now, I will wrap up for the evening. I will take some time to play with my new paint medium, to take a nice hot shower, and to watch something spooky – which means unless you are subscribed to the blog here (which you can do below), you will not be aware of this update until sometime tomorrow. So, until I see you again for the next update, lots of love and all that jazz.❞

#dezy speaks #updates #ddarticleshare #Youtube

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slopefruit · 1 year ago

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(I love my new bedrooooooom)

home from work and had my little broke bougie shower featuring my santal 33 shampoo sample from gabby and sample of aēsop amazing facial cleanser. popped a eucalyptus shower steamer in, scrubbed down with co mingle by lush, and some bar soap from a local company in Georgia. splashed some aēsop bitter orange toner on my face and slathered myself in brazil nut body butter.

took a little hit of some fruity pebbles opened up the curtains to let the sun stream in and getting cozy.

reading a tree grows in Brooklyn— started it yesterday. It’s good. I love the slice of life from a kid’s perspective in early 20th century New York. Reminds me a bit of the heart is a lonely hunter, which I really savored reading last year and have been wanting something that scratches a similar itch.

got this journal dark green journal from Yoseka Stationary yesterday and I lovvvee it. The binding is gorgeous and the paper is really nice as well. I also bought my first fountain pen and I’m so into it, I don’t wanna go back. Really effortless glide on the page and a super thin line, nice for tiny drawings as well. Im looking for any excuse to scribble in this new notebook while also having my regular perfectionist anxiety about what I put in it. The intention was that this would be a general messy notebook with no rhyme or reason, so I need to let it be that and not be fuckin weird about it lmao.

making my way through the May recs list from the ladies at nymphet alumni pod… starting with the vanity fair Caroline Calloway interview which is just the kind of juicy girl grifter internet drama shit that I want to pig out on. In the last few days I’ve fallen madly and autistically into the world or fragrance and have decided that a history lesson is in order so over to YouTube for my independent research project…..

Where the perfume romance began… sat stoned and sipped my zero proof “aperol spritz” and cracked open these testers I bought on a whim recently… and omg Slumberhouse’s Kiste perfume had me drooling and wetting myself, it’s this rich sticky peachy tobacco smell like a summer night fucking outside by the fire or something. Sexy and juicy and warm with this waxy honey nose and a spicy patchouli note at the bottom. I love looking at the fragrance profiles on Fragrantica.com, the colors that go along with the main accords are really pleasing in the way that they match the colors I experience in the scent— for Kiste it’s those sunset shades, like a ripe peach, plus the warm brown of honey and dry tobacco.

kk Byeeeeeee

#sunday #diary #books #perfume

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sm-baby · 2 years ago

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Water Falls

QUICK POSEIDON FICLET BECAUSE I WANNA SHOW YALL HOW THE MAN IS DOIN IN PRESENT DAY-- I am going to draw this and I'm making it yall's problem

Word count: 1,392 words 7,371 characters

I made this in under like 3 hours don't expect things to make sense, BYYEEE (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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“ You say that your work life and private life are different?”

“ Marcus and Poseidon are two separate people to me. But ultimately I don't mind! We all make personas with different people and situations we interact with, It's part of maturing! I've been Poseidon for as long as I remember.”

“ And when was the last time you were Marcus?”

“ Well … I'm Marcus when I'm around… The Queen? “

“ Shouldn't you be Poseidon with The Queen?”

“ I mean yes, she is technically work, but… I still want to form a personal connection with her, you know? I don't blame myself for that. “

“ You want to be Marcus, but you also have to be Poseidon?”

“ I guess? “

“ Interesting. But I'm more so asking when was the last time you were only Marcus? When was the last time you told somebody your deepest secrets, someone you allowed yourself to be vulnerable to?”

“ Only my uncle, honestly. I think no matter how hard I try to be Poseidon with him, I just can't help but be Marcus. ”

“ And how often do you see him?”

“ … Once a month. “

With that, the therapist scribbled down notes on his pad. At the end of the 50 minutes the doctor provided his blue patient with an assignment: During days when he is not needed at work, he should spend time by himself in his own home.

Poseidon frowned at the idea. He didn't like the thought of losing the various luxuries being a coven head gave. The riches, the servants, all the materials he can have to build and plan out anything that he wanted--...

Though, maybe he had not minded that last part as much. Admittedly inventing had not been as fun as it used to be as a child.

He and his therapist had spoken about this lightly in a session already. With-- all of his ideas having to go through certain qualifications, approvals, meetings, and him having to prove why this invention should exist, it tired him. He didn't look forward to the blueprints as much as he did making little scribbles as a child. Sometimes he just wanted to create something without having to justify why. Sometimes he just wanted to play.

When your most beloved thing turns into your profession, there's a part of you that will lose sight of why you wanted to commit to it in the first place. Poseidon had noticed it when he disassociated in a meeting about a project that could help the masses. An invention was being pitched to him and he couldn't care less.

What Poseidon disliked the most about the assignment is that-- in order to feel more of Marcus, he had to leave behind everything work related to, work.

And by that, it meant that he had to leave his underwater base, and go back home.

Poseidon looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing the clothes of the average blue coven witch, with a warm coat on top. The base was to be closed for a couple of days and non-essential servants were sent home until Poseidon was back.

With a carriage of his belongings for the weekend, Poseidon left the underwater base through a tunnel and a horse with his horseshoes.

The Poseidon base had become his home ever since he was given the rank of a coven head. He'd consider it more home than the house he neglected back in his old village. It was a different house from his uncle; a house that he had gotten himself once he was independent enough to leave home. He would send servants to clean it every other month so it wouldn't look like it was abandoned, but he hadn't seen it for almost a century.

It was so much less native than his uncle's but it was far from his rich life as a coven head. In the base, he'd eat plentiful food almost every day. On days when he's not pompously seated at a table where servants awaited him, he'd feed in his room away from the eyes of everyone else.

It was almost like a completely new town to him. All the people that he remembered at that point had died. The village itself has gone through plenty of renovations, he was surprised that it wasn’t populated enough to be considered a city! So many things happened at the span of two centuries..

Even the market place was crowded. It was so much more filled than he remembered. Asking the butcher for chicken and having him weigh it before paying was strange to Poseidon. He had not done that in the longest time, but… in a way it was homey. It came naturally to him.

He had been doing things like this as a child when his uncle sent him to do chores. He couldn’t help but stop his tracks at a fruit stand as he remembered it being his favorite thing to get. The feeling of an apple that he could almost immediately snack on, was infinitely more pleasant to touch than raw meat.

The man scanned the stand blankly trying to come off as just another patron picking up fruit, but in his head memories were flowing in. The nice stranger that managed the stand was no longer the one running it. Rather, it was a young woman in charge. The stand looked the same sans a couple upgrades, and it had a name at the top. If he had to guess, she must have been a descendant who carried out the family business.

He didn’t know how to feel about that. He was happy that the owner found the the business successful enough to pass it down to more generations, but it only reminded him how almost everything can change. There was nothing to remember fondly as everything was different

Poseidon opened the door to the house. The curtains were closed and everything was dark.

The light from the door frame was the only thing illuminating the room; his shadow stood as still as he did. He was afraid to step into the darkness though he knew that was the thing he came here for. He could almost hear the gossip from the other witches there. Someone finally came to inhabit the house. The house where a cleaning crew was sent to every month or so.

They stared at him as he close the door.

The old resident placed the groceries down on the old dusty dining table. He chuckled grimly. He’s come to a realization that he has to clean the place himself. That would take more than a day but he felt that it would be an experience worth writing about.

Lights now turned on, coat sprailed on the couch, his blue sleeves were rolled up to his elbow as he washed his hands before preparing the chicken. He remembered making dinner with his uncle when he was a young boy. He remembered how lonely it was to do it on his own the first time he moved out. Now he was a man with plenty more experience and years of wisdom, and yet he somehow felt as lonely as he did back then.

Looking up after using the sink, Marcus realized… he hasn’t… smiled… ever since he came back.

Is this what Marcus was like..?

He leaned on the counter down to his elbows as his hands covered his face. This was how Marcus was like, wasn’t it… he remembered why he wasn’t him all that often. He remembered why he put off coming here for the longest time.

The fact that he wasn’t smiling wasn’t the thing that itched at him. One could argue that he wasn’t smiling because he was simply unhappy but that wasn’t the case.

The reason why he wasn’t smiling was because he had no one else to fake it to. And now in the mirror, seeing how unhappy he was, he couldn’t help but feel the most himself in what he saw.

That was Marcus.

That was who he was running from.

Marcus felt like he knew it for the longest time, but it was always at the back of his head. He was lonely. And nothing else could distract him from that.

#Water falls #Poseidon #writing #fuckingggg Poseidon in a trenchcoat pog pog pog

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