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lttawnymadison · 5 months

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TGCF Revised Version Afterword by MXTX

Since I kept seeing snippets of this, I wanted to read the whole thing for myself. I'd already bought the book on JJWXC and did an MTL for this. It's so wonderful that she's back and sharing new things and that the revised is finally done! - Tawny --------------------------------------------- The author has something to say:

Seeing the small red clay stove again.

———— Afterword of "Heaven Official's Blessing" 2022

■ Finally done!

Long time no see! It's another afterword starting with "finally." Without further ado, seasoned readers would know that I make substantial revisions. For instance, scenes like the Bai Feng Mountain Hunt and the ending recognition of Sizhui in the serial version of "Mo Dao Zu Shi" were not originally there.

The revisions in "Heaven Official's Blessing" are the most extensive of all my works. It was a huge project, as it is also the longest in terms of length, serialized over eight months. Due to poor health and other reasons, the revision process was interrupted for a long time before I picked it up again, and it sporadically took about five to six months over several years.

In the era of web novels, there are endless new entertainments, and honestly, not many people re-read a story. Plus, some problems in the serialized version are structural and can't be changed, but I still tried my best to address my regrets. After all, when I was serializing it, I was almost always in a feverish and sick state, barely pushing through. Additionally, I often enjoy comparing different versions of my favorite authors' works back and forth, finding pleasure in the process. So, for readers, discovering "Wow, this part has changed!" is like starting a new journey with Easter eggs in a second round.

■ The new revised version includes about 100,000 words of new content!

These 100k words are mainly concentrated in the latter half of Volume 1 and Volume 3, but there are plenty scattered throughout the text. For example, I fulfilled a promise to A-Hua, giving him several new outfits. Seeing A-Hua dressed beautifully in a new hairstyle to meet his gege made me happy.

In terms of the intensity of revisions, personally, I feel it goes like this:

Volume 1 and Volume 2 > Volume 3 > Volume 5 > Volume 4.

Additionally, the new version cuts some redundant words and plots that weren't very meaningful. However, I tried to keep all the original interactions between Hua Lian as complete as possible. If some minor interactions are missing, they weren't deleted but moved around.

■ One day, I suddenly dug out something.

An antique from 2017, a folder called "Heaven Official's Blessing Setting Collection."

Curiously, I opened it and read with interest.

● Comparing the original setting outline and the main text, the highest fidelity is in the main storyline between Hua Cheng and Xie Lian.

A-Hua, restored at a ratio of 1:100.

Hua's character setting is the most detailed, and virtually every point made it into the main text, including details like "ghosts don't like the sun, so Hua Cheng sometimes drapes a red cloth over his head"...

Points not used, listed a few:

As a child:

· After being saved from falling off a city wall, he foolishly followed a parade over and over again, grabbing people to ask, "Who is that? Who is that person?" People told him, "That's the royal son, the future Celestial God, the most outstanding Crown Prince of Xianle Nation ever!"

(This point couldn't be used because in the text A-Hua was held in the Crown Prince's arms after being saved)

· At home, he was often punished to stand or kneel, not given food, and wore old clothes, accused of stealing money. Whenever he argued with his family, he would stubbornly sleep in the Prince's temple overnight.

· Went to Mount Tai Cang to volunteer sweeping red leaves at Huangji Observatory, just to sneak peeks at his future wife happily swinging.

After becoming the ghost king:

· One of his hobbies is buying and building houses everywhere.

· Very protective of his leather boots, would (badly) polish them until they shone.

· To other devout followers of Xie Lian, he said: "You have good taste."

· Secretly prepared many betrothal gifts for his beloved god, wanting to marry him!

The character setting of Xie Lian as a teacher in the serialized version compared to the initial draft, the serialized text subtly differs. The initial draft was more... exquisite and elegant, very serious. The serialized text is more... humorous. I think perhaps because some plot points were tragic, Xie Lian thought he should be happier to make the readers more relaxed, so he drove me to adjust his mental state! But due to the spiritual oppression at that time, the character's depth was not enough, while in the new revised version, I hope he can show a more self-content state on the same core basis.

Excerpts from the unused original setting:

· Super easy-going. Easy-going means: if given fifty bucks, he would happily dress in drag and dance. Accepts haggling. Thirty bucks works. Twenty bucks too!

· The observatory is small, the house is broken, wants to grow flowers. Leaks during rain, so he uses a bucket to catch rainwater.

· Because he can't afford a caretaker, he cleans himself, and also feeds chickens. Chickens eat flowers. Keeps a cat.

· Completely engrossed in discussing serious matters, he unknowingly finished all the broken sweet dumplings!

● Water, Earth, Wind original setting:

The highest fidelity is the main line between Hua Cheng and Xie Lian, followed by the Water, Earth, Wind subplot.

The main conflict hasn't changed. Just... how could the original setting of Water, Earth, Wind be so dark and terrifying!

The character morals in the main text improved a lot, otherwise, the original Black Water would be sheer scheming + murderous! The ending for the Wind Master would have been more tragic.

The Venerable of Empty Words suddenly became an improvised character. It seemed like an ancient fable-like monster, making the main text more interesting than the original setting.

Overall, the formal version is a bit better written than the original draft.

● The unfortunate life of Lang Ying:

Lang Ying? Is there such a character? I don't remember!

Ah? It seems there was such a person, but I don't remember any of his plotlines.

This is most people's feeling towards the character of Lang Ying. It's not a delusion because he barely had any significant plot. In fact, any valuable scenes could have been replaced equivalently, so in the new revised version, I deleted this character.

But, in the 2017 setting collection, I suddenly found that I had actually opened a separate document for Lang Ying, and his role was defined as a "growing-type BOSS!"

I was silent.

And immediately opened the document, curious about my initial setting. A "growing-type BOSS," how did he become someone whose deletion went unnoticed...? (I even don't know how to address him!)

Who knows, perhaps out of excitement, I accidentally pressed the wrong shortcut, and somehow it became irreversible, leaving only an empty document for me to stare in disbelief. The once "growing-type BOSS" has now forever become a mystery!

This is the unfortunate life of the deleted Lang Ying.

· There was another document in the setting collection called "Swordsmith." I opened the document and read it with interest.

I was shocked. Because I completely forgot I had conceived this story. Why didn't I write it?!

Darn.

I know why I didn't write it. This story... it had no ending!

——————— Thus, the magical glimpse into the "Heaven Official's Blessing Setting Collection" concludes!

■ I like men with stories!

Maybe because I watched an outstanding work as a child. It was a memoir, the protagonist in the biography was gentle and affable, and the protagonist in the memories was cold and ruthless. The story was scattered with the poignant fragrance of white plum blossoms amidst bloody and stormy circumstances.

This almost perfect work deeply influenced my aesthetics, leading me to be most interested in the memory parts of characters in various works. Although many viewers prefer the present scenes, often asking when the memories will end, I actually find these intense and painful memories to be the most fascinating!

A story is the history of a character, as well as the key to their personality. A person with a story stands before me like a puzzle. The way to solve this puzzle is to understand their story. Because the biography makes one curious to know more about a character they like, loving them more now because of their past. When serializing "Heaven Official," my greatest pain initially was telling myself, "This time I don't want to write a memory slaughter," deliberately trying to avoid a structure similar to previous works, yet I still hadn't found a better way to express it, resulting in my deep dissatisfaction with the later part of Volume 1. I was also hesitant to fully commit to the memory scenes in Volume 2, and with the heavy mental burden, this part was very painful to write. When revising, looking at Volume 2 was almost unbearable, because I'm the type of person who, as a child, would immediately switch channels when a TV show's protagonist was about to be wrongfully accused or embarrassed. I couldn't help but knock on a friend's door and ask:

Me: Was the author suffering some kind of mental trauma at the time? This negative energy is too horrifying, the protagonist is so pitiful, I really admire anyone who could read through Volume 2 completely.

Friend: Do you even have the right to say that?

But the memory slaughter in Volume 4 was much freer, written in one breath, so the revisions for this volume were also the least.

So, will you still write large segments of memory slaughter?

Um, well, we'll see, haha, hehe...

■ Closing Remarks:

Lastly, I'll address the question some asked me, "Will the new revised 'Heaven Official's Blessing' be more torturous?"

Me: You're talking nonsense. 'Heaven Official's Blessing' is a sweet pampering story, thank you!

Acknowledgments:

Shi Nai'an wrote in the preface to "Water Margin": "On snowy nights, about five or six people listen to my storytelling; on rainy days, about seven or eight; on bright and sunny days, about ten. I read, everyone listens, and we are all happy, with no other thoughts." When I read this as a young person, I was delighted. What divine days! Writing first to entertain oneself, then to entertain others. Self-expression and self-acceptance are certainly primary, but the affection of others is also a significant positive feedback. Thus, first, I thank the steadfast readers who have accompanied me all this time. I've thought about just walking away amidst the noisy disputes; abandoning the account amidst the tumultuous world! It seems not bad. But looking back, I can't bear to leave some truly sincere readers.

I've had authors I liked disappear from the internet, and I always feel like a part of my youth has vanished, a feeling quite distressing, reminiscent of overly grand and harsh things like the tears of the era or the torrent of history. So, I want to accompany my readers as long as possible, hoping that the day of parting comes later. Perhaps I'm not good enough now, but I will strive to be better in the future. Or perhaps you've never truly understood what kind of person I am, or even completely misunderstood me, but as long as you genuinely like my stories, we can sit down and chat.

And, I must mention my friends, who can be described as having the courage of a hero. Long time no see, Teacher Changyang's illustrations are still as beautiful as those of a celestial being, I hope Teacher CAS can go to bed earlier and worry less, and Teacher Kuohao, who despite a heavy workload, still fully honored our agreement. The "Heaven Official's Blessing" radio drama is really fantastic! It reminded me of the original intention of writing this story, and I was very moved. If it weren't for the silent companionship and efforts of these old friends, Mo Xiang Tong Xiu might have stopped writing back in 2016, disappearing from the world of martial arts, and thus, "Heaven Official's Blessing" would not have been born. I look forward to retracing the paths we once walked together when gathering ideas. And many friends who reached out to help and encourage me, thank you for accompanying me through the snowy nights.

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thedarlingdearestdead · 1 year

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Distraction:

Summary: Confined to a room to catch up on paperwork, Anakin's ADHD brain won't let him function. He ends up just trying to distract you.

Warnings: None. Slightly suggestive? Mostly fluff.

Word count: 1,485

Anakin’s heart fell when he walked into the room. He had been sent to the offices over his holo, summoned by his Master. He had hoped it would be training, or a new mission, or maybe even a social call!

The offices were not his favourite place in the temple, so he didn’t go there often. Today they were occupied by a few different Jedi, all working away. It was a mind-numbingly boring place.

And alas, there Obi Wan was, leaning against his desk with an incredibly exasperated, disappointed look on his face. His legs were crossed in front of him and he stood with his usual air of authority and piety. The space was littered in papers.

Anakin swallowed and filled with dread as his Master raised an eyebrow at him. None of those folders had been so much as opened. None of the books read, or forms filled out. The pile was almost comically big.

In Anakin’s defence, he had been busy. But he also remembered his promise to Obi Wan upon taking the role of General in this war. That he would do it properly.

“So your holo is working then?” Obi Wan said, unamused. Obi-Wan crossed his arms and fixed Anakin with a stern gaze. "Anakin, do you have any idea how important these reports are? The Council relies on timely and accurate information to make strategic decisions."

Anakin scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Well, Master, you see... I've been a bit busy with the whole 'saving the galaxy' thing. You know how it is."

Obi-Wan sighed, his exasperation deepening. "Saving the galaxy is indeed important, Anakin, but that doesn't mean you can neglect your responsibilities as a General. This paperwork is part of your duty."

He’s heard it so many times before “I know, Obi Wan.”

"As much as I appreciate your combat skills, you can't solve everything with a lightsaber. The Republic also needs proper administration."

“I know, Obi Wan.”

“You understand?”

“Yes Master.” Replied Anakin, head tilted down slightly, feeling reprimanded and surly.

“Good. Then you won’t mind that I’ve taken you off the Bandomeer run.”

“Wha-what?! You can’t do that!”

“Oh yes I can. You need to maintain all aspects of your responsibilities, otherwise there’s no point to any of it.”

Anakin gaped, feeling utterly betrayed. He had no words as he looked at his Master’s resolute face.

“I’ll be back in a few days, by then I hope you will have caught up.” Obi Wan did not enjoy the dismayed look on his Padawan’s face - ok maybe a little. But really Anakin had to learn this lesson. Lives can be saved by having these sorts of communications and records completed. It was of the utmost importance he got on top of things.

He went over to his still seething Padawan and gestured for him to move behind the desk, to get to work.

Anakin hadn’t noticed before but on the table next to his, you were filling out your own paperwork. You had been uncharacteristically quiet during his exchange with his Master, strangely focused, almost interested, in your papers.

He turned back to Obi Wan, “Do I have to start now?”

“Yes Anakin, sit down next to Y/N and maybe she can show you how a proper Jedi attends his duties.” His Master looked almost smug and Anakin noticed Y/N bite her lip to hide a smile.

Anakin felt thoroughly put out as Obi Wan left. Suddenly overwhelmed in the face of his work, and desperately annoyed he wasn’t to be going on his mission. He hated sitting still, he hated writing, he hated the uncomfortable chairs, the smell of old papers and stale caf.

He leaned back in his seat and let out a groan which made you bristle. He noticed. He ran his hand through his hair. And sighed again loudly to see if you’d say something. You didn’t.

He supposed he should get a move on. He stretched out his long arms, not an easy thing in such a cramped space, he noted. He was about to grab the top piece of paper when he realised he didn’t have a pen. So naturally he started to look for one - and he did so in the most annoying way possible. He opened every single draw in his desk unit, finding nothing. He moved all the stacks of paper from one side of the desk to the other, and then reversed the entire thing.

First, he was stuck doing paperwork instead of going on a mission, and now he couldn't even find a pen to start the tedious task.

He looked helplessly around the room and finally to his right where you were sitting. Your hand was out, eyes still glued to your papers, holding a black pen.

“Thanks” He said, putting on his most charming smile. But you don’t reply, your hand just fall deftly back down to your work.

Anakin couldn't help but feel a little put-out by your lack of response. He was used to getting attention and he didn’t want to do his work. And there was something different about you right now. You were really focused, and he found that strangely attractive.

He cleared his throat and leaned over towards you, trying to peek at your work. "What are you working on?"

You looked up at him, surprised by the sudden intrusion. "Just some mission reports," you replied curtly.

“Same.” He said, gesturing to his pile. The look you send him is utterly unimpressed.

He leaned back in his chair and tried to focus on his work. He couldn’t though. He started tapping the end of his new pen on his work. Trying to get his brain to think, to process the information. His leg was bounding up and down. All in all he was an image of energy and impatience and it make your skin crawl with annoyance.

“Can you stop that?”

Anakin looked at you innocently, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Stop what?" he asked, even though he knew exactly what you were referring to.

Your irritation was growing by the second, and you shot him a pointed glare. "The tapping and the bouncing, Anakin. It's distracting."

He chuckled, clearly unfazed by your annoyance. "Oh, come on, Y/N, it’s part of the process. Besides, I thought Jedi were supposed to be masters of concentration. It shouldn’t stop you from completing your work, surely?”

He was goading you, definitely trying to draw you in and cure his boredom.

You rolled your eyes, determined to stay focused on your task. “You better get started Anakin, you don’t want your master to have to extend your break from active service.”

“Hey! Woah! That’s a bit uncalled for, don’t you think?”

“Do you think he wouldn’t?”

Anakin stilled. He really wouldn’t put it past his Master to do that. After several minutes of futile attempts at focusing, he let out a deep sigh. "I can't do this," he muttered under his breath. He couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness, like he was trapped in this small room with no escape.

You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Can't do what?"

"This," he gestured to the pile of paperwork. "I can't focus. I just keep getting distracted."

You let out a small chuckle, but it was void of amusement. "Maybe you should try meditating on it.”

Anakin sighed dramatically, his frustration evident. "Meditating won't help, Y/N. I've tried. I need something... more stimulating."

Your eyes met his, and for a moment, there was a charged silence between you. Anakin's gaze held a hint of mischief, and you couldn't help but feel a tiny bit sorry for him. Despite your annoyance with his antics, he did seem to be suffering somewhat, even if it was his fault.

You tried to maintain your composure, but your heart was racing, and you found it increasingly difficult to focus on your work. "Anakin, we have to finish this paperwork."

Anakin's lips curled into a smirk as he continued to inch closer. "Who says we can't multitask, Y/N?"

Before you could respond, he gently brushed his lips against yours, a soft, lingering kiss that left you breathless. It was a brief moment of stolen passion in the midst of the tedious paperwork, a secret indulgence that neither of you could resist.

When you finally pulled away, your cheeks were flushed, and you couldn't help but smile. "Anakin, we can't do this here."

He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why not?”

“Because you haven’t earnt it yet.”

He looks at you appalled. “No, no, no, no. We are not playing that game. Don’t do that!”

“I’m not doing anything!… Until… you do… your work…” You drag out the words and grin at him wickedly.

He collapses into his chair with a overly dramatic sigh, he makes you laugh.

#star wars #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #star wars fanfiction #clone wars #star wars prequels #star wars anakin

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balestrem · 2 years

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Quiet quitting is one of the most bizarre things to me to be discussed in 2022.

It’s mostly bizarre to me, because of the entitlement older generations have towards younger generations and the ignorance they enforce upon my generation, especially in Germany, where I grew up.

You have older generations, usually the generation of my parents, calling us lazy, unable to work well under pressure, etc. I’d like to give insight into the fact that our school system was designed to recreate a work-like state from the age of six. You go to school, learn stuff, go home, do unpaid labor, called “homework”, which has to be good, otherwise you’re labeled as stupid and unable to keep up and have to repeat a year in school. I partially had a workload of 12 hours per day, not because I was poorly structured, but because I had four school subjects per day, with four different kinds of homework which all required at least 30, if not 90 minutes of investment, to do homework properly. Add to that my dyslexia and you get at least 30 minutes more than others. But even non dyslexic students sat there for hours doing homework. I even had my mother do my homework for me, because the work load was too much. Let that sink in.

Then you have a system that rewards pupils who are never sick, by pointing out how there is one kid in class with the most sick days, as though it is their fault that they get sick. Meanwhile you have underpaid and overworked school staff who cannot handle instances of bullying accordingly, resulting in pupils being more sick, especially mentally due to continuous bullying. You create a place that is literally designed to be hostile to human nature, by forcing people to sit still for multiple hours a day, move during breaks to „prevent health problems“ in the future, but give so much homework that hobbies and personal interests can barely be done, and usually if one performs bad at school they have to quit their hobbies because they need to focus more on school or they have their parents cancel their hobbies for them (if they could afford a hobby to begin with), resulting in more stress, because of less possibilities to destress. Then you have heavy school bags that literally fuck up people‘s backs for life, because they have to carry like 10-20kgs of books and folders per day (this was my reality, I kid you not). Then we had no proper food at our cafeteria (for the first four years we had no cafeteria at all, but had to go to school until 3 or 4pm, with no proper food).

Then you have weird power dynamics with teachers who bully you and abuse their power and give you bad grades, just because they think a person with dyslexia should not get the chance to go to university, thereby giving them bad grades, by not answering any of their questions during exams (also something that happened to me and other students as well). And if it’s not dyslexia there is another aspect that a teacher will hate about you and mock you for and treat you like you’re less than a human being than others.

Then we entered a school system that was changed by graduating one year earlier to go to university sooner in Germany, but the school books were not ready for that so we had to carry two books per subject at times, because the subjects we discussed required two books of two school grades. We had no coherent teachings and had to read a lot of stuff at home, by our selves, because the curriculum to teach us properly was not yet developed. And we were asked to understand it all and there was never time for any questions.

Then we finish with a degree, have terrible payments, cannot afford a reasonable lifestyle and are forced to suck it up. Then we have shortages in almost every area, a pandemic we went through a financial crisis, a war that effects the economy and destabilizes a lot in other countries, we have a climate crisis which no politican seems to take seriously enough to do proper change, basically my generaiton in Germany will not have any rent and no positive prospects for the future. Far right extremism seems to be on the rise world wide.

I had my first burn-out in fourth grade and had to go to therapy, because school life was so tough and nobody did anything. I had a parent at home who created immense pressure and guilt if I failed, who regularly assaulted me verbally.

And now our “generation is just lazy”? That shoe just doesn’t fit.

#2022 #quiet quitting #capitalism #anti capitalism #school #childhood trauma #school life #growing up #exhausting #Stress #personal #education #school system #gen z #gen y #Future #climate crisis #pandemic #economic crisis

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virtuallidol-archive · 2 years

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*GOOFY AHHH TUTUORIAL*

lesson 2: getting started on psds!!

hit "read more" if interested!

** NOT ALL PSDS ARE FILTERS, PSDS ARE USUALLY BASES THAT YOU CAN OPEN UP. PSDS ARE PHOTOSHOP FILES THAT YOU CAN OPEN UP AND EDIT WITH ALL OF THE LAYERS. THIS IS A TUTORIAL FOR A FILTER PSD (aka, making your OWN filters) **

hey there!! welcome to lesson 2. you don't need to tune in on lesson 1 to understand this, because it was just about finding editing programs and finding tutorials and motivation, so if you already know about all of that, you are basically prepared for this lesson.

this is a tutorial for PHOTOPEA, idk if this works anywhere else. also, this is INTENDED FOR A COMPUTER. (ex: dragging and dropping files and all of that stuff)

STEP 1: the first thing you may* see when going into photopea is this screen:

drag any image into the box that says "drop any files here" if you are a noob and don't know how to drag and drop files you can find a tutorial here. anyways, like i was saying drag and drop any image.

now it should look something like this (but instead of the hatsune miku image its the image that you prefer):

STEP 2*****: now that you have your image, look at the symbols at the bottom right corner. you should see this folder image (folder is circled in red)

you should click the folder button. now you have created a folder. this is going to be the filter.

now that you have the folder down, before proceeding further make sure that its HIGHLIGHTED

go a little bit above the corner, and you folder should be highlighted like this

if its not, just click on it.

now that its highlighted go back to that right corner and click this half circle button that i circled in red

once you click it, this should pop up

i usually hit the "selective color button" first

it usually presents you with this:

at the top of the image, you should see the "colors" button, thats the color you are editing. click it and choose the color you want to edit. you can edit how much a certain color is in a color lol. if yk what i mean.

now i spent a little bit of time editing the selective color, and you can see that the image looks a little different. scroll up to the original image on stop one to see what im talking about! you can add many selective colors until your satisfied!

as you can see, i've added another selective color!

now, right below selective color, (back in the half circle menu) you can see "replace color" this is what it looks like (i've already edited it but you get the idea)

you can choose a color to make FUZZY** and after you do that, you can change the hue, saturation, and lightness to your liking.

here is what my miku image looks like after FUZZINESS**, not a big difference but u can still kinda see it.

STEP 3*****: after you've done that, go back to the half circle menu and close to the top but not all the way, you can see "curves". they look like this:

now you can bend them and destroy them to your liking.

(the higher UP you make your curve go, the lighter it gets, the more LOW you make your curve go, the darker it gets. it also does some other stuff too***. just keep on breaking and bending it to your liking.)

now this is what my filter looks like

STEP 4*****: after your done with abusing and breaking lines now go back to half circle menu and find "color balance". it should look like this

its already edited but whatever (everyone thing should start at zero) but just move the circle more towards the color that you want there to be more of. also hit the range thing to effect more then just the shadows.

now heres what it looks like:

the difference is VERY small****, but you can see that theres more green and cyan + blue when you look closer.

Step 5*****: near the curves thing, you should see "brightness/contrast" you should probably hit that. and it should look like this

adjust it to your liking! its already been adjusted in the image as you can see but still.

Step 6*****: now if you hit the half circle button and look a little bit BELOW curves you should see "vibrance" it also has a saturation button but just drag the circle to your liking.

Step 7*****: next is "photofilter" its in the half circle button in the middle. if you want more of a certain color, click on the orange box to change it. here is what it should look like btw:

also the "density" is how much the color effects the image.

step 8: also, near the "photofilter" in that middle row a little bit above it, there is hue/saturation. its pretty explainable what it does, but just adjust the circles to your liking.

i have been editing this for the last hour, i hope atleast ONE person finds this post helpful. if you are currently reading this, thank you! if you used this tutorial, PLEASE send me the PSD you made!! (through the "request" button on my blog or @ me in a post!!) /nf

IF YOU FOUND ANY OF THE * SYMBOLS, THIS IS WHAT THEY ALL MEAN:

.. * i HOPE your photopea looks like that, it SHOULD. if it doesn't look like that your PROBABLY not on photopea.. your probably on some alien website or something. ** I honestly don't know what "fuzziness" means yet so i'm just as confused as you are. *** other stuff being: change of colors, making the image more red (making it look like it took place in hell!) interverting the image, making the colors more gray. **** honestly a lot of the options make the difference very small ***** you don't need to use ALL of these options if you don't WANT TO. i honestly don't use photo filter for most of my edits.

#not an edit #goofy ahh tutorials

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skylarmoon71 · 2 months

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Miguel O'Hara (Across The Spiderverse) - Chapter 2

If he thought he could get out of it, that was almost impossible now with how ecstatic Lyla got.

Typing in the coordinates, he was already jumping through the spiraling portal. His feet landed on a rooftop and he straightened, looking over the city.

“Lyla, pull up her file.”

“You betcha.”

The golden icon of a folder popped up and a number of sheets opened. Miguel’s eyes ran over all that he could, settling on one particular piece of information.

“She’s a counselor at Alchemax.” He muttered.

Lyla nodded.

“Your watch has aligned with the time zone, so she should be getting out in about twenty minutes. Maybe you can catch her.” She snapped away the documents and Miguel pushed ahead to the coordinates. The lab was at least twenty minutes away, so he would cut it close.

Feet hitting each hard surface, he swung, jumped and dodged until he arrived at his destination. When he landed on the building adjacent to Alchemax, he stopped. His gaze dropped down and maybe two minutes later you were walking out the building, ID card hanging off your neck, business suit neat, surprisingly so.

“There she is!!” Lyla pointed excitedly, expecting Miguel to just drop in but he didn’t make a move. He just watched you walk down the street.

“Are we waiting for something?” Lyla asked, confused.

“Yes, we are.”

You stopped at the crosswalk, and his eyes narrowed. Just as the light changed you crossed the road and he was stunned.

“I’m not sure if you understand the concept of a pep talk. You actually have to speak to the person.”

Miguel’s blank expression spoke for itself. Taking off, he was careful, staying at just the right distance that he could see you without making his presence known.

“Are we looking for something?”

“We are. It’s been at least three minutes and she hasn’t crashed into everything in sight.”

Lyla placed a hand under her chin.

“You're right. That’s strange.”

It was. He couldn’t fathom why you seemed almost like a different person here. That’s why he tracked you all the way to what looked like an orphanage. His feet stopped, and this time he dove on a smaller building that was directly next to the building. You seemed completely oblivious to his presence.

His eyes watched you walk right through the gate and the second the children playing outside spotted you, they were laughing and sprinting in your direction. The many bodies crashed right into you and you fell with a laugh of your own as they tackled you in hugs.

His eyes softened at the sight.

“Ms. Reilly, look I grew two inches!” The child exclaimed standing upright.

You finally got to your feet, staring in astonishment.

“Are you kidding me! I’ve only been gone for a week. If you get any bigger you'd be taller than me.” The girl looked proud and you gestured for them to gather over the porch. They all flocked around in a circle as you took a seat, pulling out a book from your handbag.

“What are we reading today?” You asked. You held out the book and the smallest lifted her hand as she read the text.

“I-It says psychology.”

“Very good Anne.” You praise.

She looked proud and the others smiled in her direction with little giggles. You settled back in.

“This is for beginners, it’s a tough read but you guys kept asking so I had to. This is actually the one I started with when I got into my field. Back then I was pretty inexperienced. I made a lot of mistakes as an intern.”

“What, that’s crazy, you’re the best!” You smiled.

“I’m better now, but even adults like me struggle sometimes. Actually I’ve recently joined a club and it’s not going so well. I might have made my boss mad.”

“What did you do?” Another child urged.

“I sort of knocked out one of his colleagues during training. Then I broke some of his tech and lost his really special watch.”

Some of them were laughing, because they were somewhat aware of your clumsy nature.

Miguel couldn’t truly get himself to say much. Lyla was watching with the same level of interest.

“It’s okay, I’m sure he knows you’re just nervous. We still love you even if you’re clumsy Ms. Reilly!”

The statement earned nods of agreement and your lower lip quivered.

“G-Group hug!!” You yelled.

In a matter of seconds they were all rushing and you were once again playfully crushed under them. Miguel’s head turned at the sounds of their laughter.

“Wow, you’re a monster.” Lyla commented.

“How is this my fault!!”

She shrugged, and Miguel’s annoyed expression was planted on his face the entire trip back.

The situation was eye opening. If he felt bad before, he feels worse now. That’s why he’d sent a message for you to check in. He fully expected you to walk into the room suited up, but when he turned you were dressed in sweats and a hoodie.

“I’d like to quit.”

That’s not what he expected at all. He straightened in his spot, now focused. He could see the conflict in your eyes. This was obviously something you’d been thinking about for a while.

“I’m not really cut out for this hero stuff. That day on the bridge was just a fluke. I’m really glad Peter introduced me to everyone but I think it’s better if I stay away from all things hero. It’s only a matter of time before I accidentally do some real damage. If I end up hurting someone I..”

You gulp.

“I’d never be able to forgive myself.”

You’d already come to terms with it. This whole thing must have been a mistake. These abilities, it’s clear they weren’t meant for you. Being a hero was the last thing you should be attempting. You’re just disappointed that it took you so long to see it.

“I’ll drop my watch off in the lab.”

You didn’t want to see anymore of his looks of disappointment. You’d already had your full quota in the last month.

Turning, you walk away.

“So you’re giving up.”

His words caused you to halt in place.

“It didn’t go the way you wanted, so you’re done. If that’s all it takes then you’re probably right, you don’t belong here.”

Spinning around, you’re a bit angry. You couldn’t believe he was saying that after you’d spent the better part of those four weeks getting pummeled just trying to prove yourself.

“I-I’m not giving up because I want to!”

“Another excuse.”

“W-What the hell do you want from me!!”

“I want you to prove to me that this wasn’t a mistake. Every person that has ever come in here was brought here by fate. Those gifts you have could have been given to anyone, but you got it. There’s a reason you did. If you just walk away, then you’re saying that I’m wrong. I’m basically a genius, are you really trying to tell me that I’m wrong.”

His logic didn’t make much sense and he looks pretty pissed, but you can’t help but feel a bit of comfort. He could have just as easily let you walk out, but he’s actually trying to encourage you.

The very same person who lacked faith in you the moment you walked through those doors. You’re not sure if it’s pity, or if he truly believes that you might have potential, but you actually smile, despite the tears that had been threatening to spill. You sniffle, wiping the one that does slip out.

With a nod, you straighten your form as you march right back over to him. Stopping right in front of him, you hold out your hand.

“T-Thank you Mr. O’ Hara, I won’t let you down!”

Your confidence has returned and his expression doesn’t truly change, but he reaches over and takes your hand.

“You better not.”

You’re nodding frantically. You mean to pull back your hand, but you apparently forget to open your palm and Miguel is startled at the force applied as his body is yanked and crashes right into your own. You both hit the ground with a groan. Your eyes are closed due to the harsh impact, and when they finally open you practically gape.

Your eyes are wide and Miguel is staring right back at you in shock. His lips are pressed to your own. For a moment neither of you move. Not until he processes the position. He pulls back with a gasp and you look down when you feel pressure on your chest. His large palm is laying on your right boob. You stammer, cheeks immediately turning red.

“Mierda..”

He curses under his breath and instantly he’s upright, clearly at a loss for words. You’re not much better.

“I-I’m sorry!!” You yell.

Another disaster that you’ve caused.

You rush to your feet sprinting out the room. Once you’re gone, Miguel merely stares at his palm, then his hand slowly moves to his lips, licking them experimentally.

“Do you need a minute?”

Lyla’s sudden appearance makes him growl.

“Cállate!”

She just smiles.

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #love #miguelxreader #humor #clumsy #cute #lyla #care #trust #powers #fluff

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sweetlywriting · 1 year

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Johan Liebert x reader

Synopsis-You’re a college student struggling to keep up with the work of your prestigious law school, luckily an intelligent man named Johan Liebert has volunteered to tutor you.

A/N-gn reader, sfw as always, surprisingly no violence for a Johan piece lol, I’ll write another part of people like this.

He seemed very normal, but deep inside he had always struck you as an enigma.

You went to the same college. It was a old and presitigous law school and you were barely passing, having hit the lows of college. That was when you first noticed him. He was first to arrive and last to leave the class. He knew all the answers and was practically invisible. But far more importantly, after school tutoring was required after failing so many classes. You held your head in shame walking to meet your new tutor, not happy to get lectured by one of your pretentious classmates who probably bought their way in.

“You’re Johan right?”

"Yes. I will be tutoring you until the next exams"

He had a smooth coyish voice and a measured smile. There was just something about him that felt affinitic and made you want these quick criminal law study sessions last so much longer. His help really was raising your grades, but that only meant that you’d see him less. So you painstakingly circled D when you knew it was A. And it worked. Your professor shook his head and assigned you another semester worth of tutoring. This time twice a week much to your excitement.

“It seems I’m not quite as effective teacher as I thought I was.” He said sighing.

“No-“ You started to rebuke him only to see that if he knew it was working and you just acting like a school kid over some silly crush, he’d likely stop tutoring you.

“Hm? Is there some other reason for your failure this semester?” He said with a small smile.

You swallowed. Was it that obvious? It was as if he could read your mind but instead of simply telling you, he wanted you to tell him yourself in the most complicated and equally uncomfortable way possible.

“I think it’s just the administrative law that I’m struggling on.” You said with a nervous laugh.

His face flickered through emotions you didn’t recognize but he eventually put his usual smile on and brought out a administrative law textbook. Phew. You had gotten away with it but wouldn’t likely be as lucky next time.

It felt a little silly, but you had started to wear the colors that matched what he had worn to the lectures, and showing up early so you could sit closer to him, and even looked for his name on the club sign up sheets, just to see if you could catch a glimpse of him and his ever mysterious personal life. He was addictive, the way he walked, the way he talked. You had never met someone quite like him.

There was a pop quiz on Friday and some nice senior had luckily tipped you off, so here you were studying with Johan.

While you had failed so you could spend more time with him, you worked hard to get here and certainly didn’t want to get kicked out.

“Administrative law, isn’t something that usually lawyers deal with because they directly challenge a law or order created. Cases like these take a while to get resolved and have a plethora of rules.”

“What type of lawyer do you want to be?” You blurted, interrupting his sentence and tearing his eyes from the textbooks and folders and notes littered on the table.

“Hm?”

“I was just curious I mean you’re proficient in almost all of the different types you could choose whatever you find the most interesting-“

“I don’t want to be a lawyer.”

You blinked dumbly back at him. But before you ask he already responded.

“Can I ask you something?”

“S-sure”

He leaned over the table, hands on both sides of your chair as he casually moved a strand of your hair back and whispered in your ear.

“Have you ever thought of becoming something bigger? Something more . . . unorthodox?”

He slid a folder from underneath the others closer to you and you peered at the hundreds of newspapers clippings, and the crime on each one.

"I hope one day, you can understand.”

His lips grazed your ear for only a second, leaving you in a confused daze.

Perhaps not normal.

#fanfiction #monster anime #monster x reader #johan x reader #johan liebert #Johan #x reader #fanfic #monster fanfic #I love writing for him even if the characterization is hard #he’s a silly guy

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13 - My Life with Charles Xavier

Part 14

Battle of Heart and Mind

Whole heartedly I am amazed at how I wrote this chapter 😢 Yes this is an Erik story but should I keep including more on Addi and Charles???

I am conflicted with this story because I love writing for Charles and Erik both. Anyway please enjoy ❤️

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Months after JFK Assination

Running through the hallway I couldn’t help the grin that crossed my face, carrying a folder in my arms tightly against my chest. I had moved back into the old Xavier mansion after Erik had sacrificed himself to get arrested by members of the Pentagon. Kicking opened the office door I saw Charles in his chair at the desk. “Charles, you won’t believe what news I have for you.”

“It wouldn’t take me long to figure it out. If I wasn’t a gentleman obviously.” Charles chuckled tapping his fingers on the armrests of his wheelchair.

Hugging the folder to my chest I glared at him playfully. “I wasn’t worried you’d go snooping around my mind like a pervert.”

“So what’s in the folder?” He asked with a half smile sensing that I was happy about whatever it was and it had been a while since he had seen me this way.

Laying it in his waiting hands he opened the folder reading the document details out loud even though it was just the two of us in the large mansion. “These are all applications to a school for the gifted. I don’t understand, Addi. We don’t run a school.”

“Not yet you don’t. But you will.” I smiled brightly at him sitting myself up on the edge of his desk.

Charles sat the folder down on his lap lifting his head up to meet my gaze. “I still don’t understand how this is possible. I mean I do want a school to help mutants learn to work in society. How did you manage this?”

“I simply got bored one day and made you a website. I didn’t say the word mutant but if your children have been feeling differently lately. Hank has finished your mind machine so you can check out the parents who have signed their kids up so far. But for the most we can use Cerebro to find people who want help.” I clasped my hands together and kicked my legs back and forth against the wooden desk.

Charles reached forward taking my closet hand in his, his bright baby blue eyes focused on mine where I could see something more running through that mind of his. “You are brilliant, Addi.”

“Thanks, Charles.” I tucked my hair behind my ear with my other hand.

The telepath clicked his tongue squeezing my hand that he was holding when an idea popped into his head. He knew that about her feelings for Erik. But he wouldn’t question her about the day his former friend was arrested, not until she was ready to have the conversation. “Forgive me if I come off as too forward but would you be open to joining me for a drink out tonight?”

“Charles Xavier, are you asking me out on a date tonight?” I chuckled feeling my face turning red at the thought but I didn’t hate the idea at all.

He cleared his throat, cheeks turning red. “I…I am. I completely understand if you aren’t interested. A man in a wheelchair might not appear as the most romantic option-“

“Charles it’s not that.” I jumped down from the desk and moved myself to sit down in his lap. “I've just never actually been on a date before.”

He perked up at hearing those words, moving the joystick on his chair. I wrapped my arms around his neck afraid of falling off his lap. “Then we need to do this properly, Addison.” He rolled us through the mansion stopping in front of the large fireplace where I got off his lap when Hank entered the room.

“Hope this is what you wanted, Charles.” He sat down on a tray that had a bottle of wine, two glasses and some sandwiches we had in the fridge. The fire was burning in the fireplace since it was early January. “Have fun you two.”

I raised a brow at the telepath after our friend left the room. “I thought you said you didn't read people's minds unless they let you.”

“I only merly put the thought into his mind. Wine?” He sent me a teasing look, holding up a glass and opened the bottle of wine.

Taking it from his hand I smiled. “Thanks Professor.”

“God, I guess I will be an actual professor now won't I.” He takes a sip from his glass handing me a sandwich.

Taking some bites out of my sandwich I leaned back on the couch enjoying the warmth provided by the fireplace. I shifted my gaze over to the telepath just silently staring at him. I let my mind wander off yet not to Erik like it had for the first few months. This time it was focusing on Charles. He was absolutely attractive and I did have a thing for accents. “Would it be strange to play a game on a first date?”

“First date huh. Are you insinuating on a second date?” He teased me sitting his wine glass down on the table.

I take a long sip of my drink blushing. “I didn’t mean it like that. I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologize about that, Addi.” He held up his hands clasping them together with a cheeky smile on his face. “As for any games. We can do whatever you want.”

Tapping a finger on my chin I asked the question like I was a child again feeling so silly for playing the game now as adults. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

I thought for a moment. “Tell me a recent embarrassing moment.”

“God's okay let me think…oh so Raven and I were out at a bar for the evening. I was talking with this girl after I bought her a drink when Raven walked up. The woman I bought the drink for sees her and she immediately blurted out "is she your girlfriend?”

I couldn't hold in the laughter. “And what did Raven or you say?”

“Raven bloody played along like I was her boyfriend. She hugged up on me and everything. I was so horrified when the woman was about to leave till Raven blurted out that we were only bluffing. The woman sent me a glare and left the bar while I was so embarrassed the rest of the evening.” He put his face in his free hand, shaking away the memory. “Truth or Dare?”

I smirked feeling bold after taking another long drink from my glass where my head was buzzing a little. “Dare, Xavier.”

“Hmm. I Dare you to do something you've never done before but you wished you'd done it sooner.” He challenged me.

I lifted my gaze up to his baby blues knowing he could read my mind yet all my nervous defenses went out the window. I parted my lips leaning forward to the telepath. He leaned forward closing the gap between the two of us where we finally kissed and I had to say he knew what he was doing compared to me. “Charles…truth or dare.”

“Addi….dare.” Charles whispered, drawing away from the kiss with our noses touching one another.

“I dare you to kiss me again.” He smiled that dorky little grin, closing the gap once more. I scooted closer to him climbing up into his lap deepening the kiss. Charles raised one hand cradling my face to deepen it even more than I thought possible. I wrapped my arms round his neck threading my fingers into his beautiful brown locks of hair.

We remained slowly making out and holding each other in the other's arms until we needed air. I broke the kiss where I yawned, causing Charles to drape a blanket off the back of the couch moving the stuff from the table so we could put our feet there in its place. “Since we are starting a school you and I. Do you have a name for it in your mind?” He asked me laying the blanket over the two of us.

“I was thinking about….Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.” I turned my head back to him where he smiled down at me kissing my forehead. I laid my head back down snuggling into his embrace…and that was the moment I realized I may love both Charles and Erik.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I slowly sat up on the couch of the airplane. Tossing the blanket that had been laid across me I saw the familiar school logo stitched onto the side. Getting to my feet slowly I saw that Hank had put the plane on autopilot so he could sleep while my mother, Erik and Logan were asleep too. “Charles, why are you still awake? We are supposed to be landing at some point.”

“I felt that I should watch over you while you slept. Since you did the same for me after I first took the serum.” He responded to me sitting at the same table he and Erik had talked at a few hours ago.

Brushing my hair out of my face I yawned, still not fully awake yet at the moment. “You didn’t have to watch me. How are you doing?”

“I should be the one asking you that question, love.” He came over when I sat down making room for him on the couch. “How are you and the little one feeling with all the traveling?”

Closing my eyes I put both hands on my large stomach answering him. “It’s a lot. I am more tired than I have been and hungry.”

“You should have stayed back at the house.” He sighed in defeat.

I cut him off shortly, sending him a knowing look. “You’re telling me you would have been able to face Erik all by yourself. I don’t think so. And besides we are the last few of the X-Men, this is our job. To protect those who can’t protect themselves.”

“Speaking of Erik, what did he think when you told him? I am not sure how he would react to a situation like this. I know for myself I would be overjoyed but scared if I say.” He shrugged his shoulders running his fingers through his brown hair that he had let grow long and messy.

Glancing in his direction I clicked my tongue. “He asked questions about the baby. From what I could tell he seemed overwhelmed…possibly happy I hope. What I would give to know what he was thinking.”

“I wouldn’t recommend such pain to anyone. That’s the main reason why I keep taking the serum you know. It’s not just to get the ability to walk back.” He ran his hands down his thighs stopping at his knees slumping his shoulders.

Laying my head on his shoulder we just sat in somewhat comfortable silence. The noise of the plane being the only sound we heard till I broke it whispering up to him when I raised my head. “Charles, can I tell you something?”

“Of course. You never have to ask.” He perked up at hearing those words coming from me.

Intertwining my right hand through his left I let some silence fall between us once more. My kept picturing the night we had our first real fight ever, specially over said baby in my belly now. Charles lowered his gaze to mine in shock and awe when I finally declared to him. “If the baby is a boy the day it's born. I want to name it after you.”

“Addi, it would be my honor. But….did you tell him the whole truth about the pregnancy?” He kissed my forehead grinning from ear to ear, still fighting himself to not just kiss me on the lips like he desperately wants to.

My smile shifted to a small expression. “Finding out your going to be a father after spending years locked away is hard enough. Erik doesn't need to know exactly how many babies I'm carrying in my belly, at least for a little while. Can you read to me please?”

“Alright, I just hope you know what you're doing, Addi.” He reached over the arm of the couch pulling out his favorite book called ‘The Once and Future King’. Snuggling into his chest he draped his other arm over my body with his voice calming me to sleep through the night. “To break forth bloodily, then the past must be obliterated...and a new start made. Let us now start fresh...without remembrance...rather than live forward and backward at the same time.”

Getting up from Charles' bed we had decided to start sharing a room but I still had my own if I needed space for a few minutes. The school had unfortunately been closed due to the war drafts of students and teachers so now it was just us and Hank living here. Running into the bathroom I grabbed onto the side of the toilet puking. “Addi…here, here let me help.”

Charles came running inside walking since he had been taking the serum and taking his power away. He grabs my hair gently, holding it away from my face until I am done. “Ugh…Why does this keep happening to me?”

“I'll go find Hank. He can try and figure out what is making you sick.” Charles rubbed my back leaving me in the bathroom for a few minutes. We walked down together to the lab where he stood outside one of the security door tapping in the code.

Hank had gathered what medical equipment we had. He rolled over a tv and something to check if something inside of the kids was hurting them. He ran about every test we could with me laying on the cold table, Charles holding my hand the whole time. “Charles I'm sorry to say I can't find anything wrong with her.”

“There has to be something, Hank. She’s constantly been getting sick for the past few months now. “ Charles begged his friend.

Hank nodded in understanding, picking up some cold gel and a reader that was connected to the small rolling TV. “Addi, don't freak out. But I have to ask when did you have your last um…period?”

“Oh uh…it's been a couple of weeks why?” I scrunched my nose up trying to recall but it had been a while. All I could remember was the amount of time I had been getting sick all the time.

The beast man replied, turning the tv around so I could see what appeared to be two tiny human beings on the screen. “I am in no way a doctor for this type of situation. But I think you’re pregnant with twins, congrats Addi.

“Erik! Urgh!” Whipping my head around Hank and I both saw Charles throw a chair across the room getting agitated over this. He knew it had to be his old friend after I told him I had gone to see him in the Pentagon that one time.

Placing a hand over my stomach I began to panic feeling a tightening in my chest. I wasn’t cut out for this on my own. Let alone raising two kids on my own. “Charles, I'm sorry. I….I can’t do this on my own.”

“He got inside your head when I shouldn't have let him. He freaking killed the president and knocked you up when you went to see him. He…I should be the father not him!” Charles huffed leaning his palms on the nearby table. His hair was a tousled mess and he was trying to control his breathing while I saw tears falling down his face.

I swung my legs over the side of the table running my fingers through my messy blonde hair. “Charles, please don’t make me leave because you don’t like him. I….I need your help. I can’t raise these kids on my own. I can’t….do any of this by myself.”

“Addison ... .I'd never abandon you. You have my word….and my heart.” Charles blinked through tears coming over to me quickly. He slowly wrapped his arms around me and I clung to him crying with some many emotions running throughout my mind. He kissed my hair burying his face there. “I still love you no matter what, Addi Shaw.”

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The Tell pt. 1

Also on AO3

(A Teen Wolf Rewrite)

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader Words: 1,8k

Tags: @venomsvl @celestair

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Y/N was with Derek when he heard about the attack at the video store. He took off in the direction of the store, leaving her behind. She swore, looked around, and started running after him.

When she finally got there, he and Scott were climbing the rusty ladder on the side of the building. Y/N rolled her eyes and climbed after them. Scott said hi to her while Derek stared at her as if he wasn't expecting her to follow him. He then turned to Scott.

"Starting to get it?" He asked, leaning over the edge to look down in a way that didn't make him visible to the people on the ground under them. Scott did the same.

"I get that he is killing people. I don't get why." Scott mumbled. Y/N walked a few steps toward the edge to take a look at the scene.

"I mean, we don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?" Y/N turned to look at Scott.

"Werewolves are predators. Not killers." She said. Derek agreed, not looking away from the people on the street.

"Then why is he a killer?" Scott asked looking at his friend and then at the older werewolf.

"That's what we are going to find out. Y/N, how does this look like from the perspective of a hunter?" Derek turned towards her. The youngest Winchester took a deep breath and stepped away from the edge of the roof.

"It must have been a rogue omega. He killed Laura to get the alpha power, which we already knew. We know that he wants to build a pack, and that's why he bit Scott. But something isn't right here. Why didn't he bite anyone else? I'll need to do some research on my own, maybe I will take Stiles with me because he can get us the police reports. I need to know if there were organs missing or if he is just killing for the fun of it." Y/N looked at her phone, texting Stiles to meet her a few blocks away from the video store.

"You do that. I'm gonna take Scott to the house for a bit. I'll see you later," Derek waved a hand her way and then ran off the roof, Scott following him. Y/N groaned when she realized she will have to climb the ladder down

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The youngest Winchester got to the meeting point at the same time as Stiles parked his jeep on the side of the road. She quickly jumped into the passenger seat and told him to drive to his house. She needed his whiteboard for this.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Stiles asked as they got into his room. He sat on his bed and watched Y/N pace around the room picking different stuff up and then wiping his whiteboard so she had a clean space to work with. She ignored his question and wrote 'THE ALPHA' in capital letters in the middle of it, then drew lines around it and started writing everything they knew already.

"I need you to look in your dad's files to see if there were any bodies found dead with their heart missing in the towns around Beacon Hills." Y/N turned to look at Stiles who was reading the words on the board, looking really interested.

"You think it could be the bad kind? The one you told me about?" He was suddenly up, looking worried. Y/N swallowed and nodded.

"I have a bad feeling. And I need another wolf to talk to about it. Not Derek. And not Scott, Scott hasn't been a werewolf for long." She ran her fingers through her hair.

"I guess we have one more Hale we can visit." He said quietly. Y/N nodded.

"I'll go see him. I need you to go look through the folders. Look for the missing hearts and anything that could be a clue." She quickly dropped the parker on Stiles' table and turned to walk out, but stopped in between the door.

"I don't have a car." She turned back to look at Stiles. He let out a laugh and then motioned for her to follow him.

"Come on, I'll take you there."

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Peter lived on the side of Beacon Hills where Lydia did. The rich part of town. He moved into his house right when he was let out of the hospital after his miraculous recovery. Y/N actually helped him and Derek to pick the place and get him used to being around people again. No one really recognized Peter in town, which saved them a lot of explaining about how the hell he was walking and talking after spending six years in a coma.

Y/N thanked Stiles for the ride and closed the car door. She watched him drive away and then let herself in through the gate. She walked up the stone steps towards the front door and knocked. She didn't have to wait long before Peter opened it, frowning. When he saw her he smirked.

"Ah, Winchester. What can I do for you?" He asked, moving to the side so she could walk in.

"Hi, Peter. Nice to see you too. Are you doing better?" She lifted an eyebrow at him and took off her shoes. She put them on the shoe rack in the huge hallway.

"Did you come over only to ask me how I was doing or do you actually need something?" He led her towards the kitchen.

"Oh, I just wanted to talk." She sat on one of the chairs at the kitchen island and put her phone in front of her.

"Talk? About what? And where is my nephew? Does he still refuse to buy a normal living space and tortures himself by sleeping in the burned-down house?" He pulled out two cups and started the coffee maker.

"Derek is currently at the old house with Scott. And yes, he still lives there. He is way too stubborn to listen to us. Even though it would be safer for him to move somewhere else now that Kate is in town. That woman is a whole new level of crazy. But that's not why I'm here. I need to talk to you about werewolves. And about how they go rogue." Peter turned to look at her.

"Why don't you ask your uncle about it?" He asked and placed one of the full coffee cups in front of her.

"My uncle was in an accident a few days back. I don't really want to bother him now, as I am sure he and my brothers have a lot of stuff to do because the Leviathans are getting all around the USA."

"Yes, I remember you telling me about him being shot. What do you need to know?" Peter sat down on one of the chairs on the other side of the island.

"How does a wolf go rogue?" Y/N asked.

"Depend on the situation. You can be kicked out of the pack, and then if no other pack wants you in, you lose it. You start going more and more feral. That's how omegas are made, but omegas are usually born wolves that go feral. The bitten omegas are more..." Peter stopped talking, thinking about how to say it correctly.

"They're the worst kind, right? The ones that feed on the hearts of humans?" Y/N asked quietly. Peter nodded.

"Yes, they are the worst. I don't know how, but they actually became weak to silver. Us born wolves aren't."

"I know. It is a myth connected to the Argents as they are the oldest line of hunters ever." Y/N agreed. She then pulled her father's journal from the bag she had brought with her.

"Can you look over this to see if there are correct facts?" She pushed the journal towards Peter, who took it in his hands carefully.

"It was my father's and my brothers left it with me just in case I needed it. And I know you know a lot of stuff about the supernatural as you yourself are supernatural. Also, Derek told me you used to have a lot of different bestiaries and other books before..." Y/N didn't finish the sentence when she noticed the pained look on his face.

"Why are you asking me all this? You think the alpha is a bitten wolf?" Peter asked. The girl nodded.

"If it was a born wolf someone would know something. There are not that many of you anymore and my brothers keep tabs on all of the packs with born wolves. They would know if one of them went rogue." Y/N explained.

"Did you tell any of this to Derek?"

"No, are you crazy? You know him. He would go right after the guy and get himself killed in the process." She took a sip of her coffee and watched Peter as he agreed.

"If you are right, and you probably are... We are going to need all the help we can get. Derek is not as strong by himself, your friend Scott still doesn't really know how to have control over his shift, and the sheriff's kid is a skinny human who talks too much. Even with the help of your angel friend, my wolf is not healed fully yet. You are probably the strongest of us right now with your hunter training." Y/N knew what Peter wanted her to do.

"I can't call them here Peter. They have a lot of stuff going on, I told you the Leviathans are everywhere-"

"Y/N, you are creating a pack around yourself. The alpha is going to see you as a threat." Peter said as if it was nothing. Y/N froze in her seat.

"I'm creating a pack around myself? How is that possible? I'm not an alpha, not even a werewolf." The youngest Winchester looked so confused Peter had to laugh.

"It is possible. You have to have the right amount of Spark to pull it off. You are a Winchester. You and your brothers stopped multiple apocalypses. The angels watched over you. You went against multiple gods and came out alive. There is no one else that could do all that."

"So what, I'm an alpha, but not really?" Y/N cringed as she said that. It sounded ridiculous.

"Something like that." Peter shrugged and got up from his chair with her journal in his hands.

"If you'll need me I'll be in the library." With that, he walked away.

"Okay, hold up. You can't just drop that and walk away! Peter!" Y/N yelled as she watched his back disappear up the stairs.

"You son of a bitch." She let out a sigh and put her empty cup in the sink. Her phone buzzed at the same time. She quickly picked it up and looked at the new text. 'There are at least 4 cases where bodies were missing hearts' was all it said.

"Shit." She let out as she grabbed all of her stuff and ran out of the door.

#teen wolf x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #derek hale #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #y/n winchester #winchester!reader #superantural x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #teen wolf rewrite #peter hale #kind of au?#might be different from spn canon #why are there no gifs of the rooftop scene

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𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓮? જ⁀➴

sohee x afab!reader; as “Xen”

( part 1 ⟡ part 2 )

warning/s: cussing

genre: fluff -`♡´- highschool love

word count: 6k words!!

˚₊· ➳❥ description: performing arts club singer!sohee x performing arts club president!reader(xen) | he who admired from afar and he who'd keep you close to his heart, maybe, there could be a sweeter story than this. [note!!: this is connected to the “what's it like to love?” (anton fic) —a backstory to Sohee and Xen | reader will be referred to as Xen!! (!!), Y/n from WILTL will be referred to as Eza!! :3]

People just loved to assume the worst in others, and in their eyes, the sweet and talented Xen was just another overachiever.

You'd beg to differ though. Because unlike them who seemingly have got nothing else to do with their lives, you thrived on having responsibilities. It was the feeling of playing a vital role in school, and in your own classroom. You were a student council representative, the president of the performing arts club, and the class secretary.

You had a lot going for you. During your time in the club, you'd perform recitals for school events and festivities, solo and accompanied. You played the violin, you sang, and you sang like a nightingale.

Many students could recognize you just from your name alone.

“Oh, Xen? she's wonderful, I can't really imagine that girl having any flaws and faults at all.”

Flaws and faults, huh.

You've always thought that you've lived a pretty decent life, you were content. Growing up you helped your friends fight off their troubles, helping them lift the weight off of their shoulders. Your friends did just as much for you, and you loved them. They were the main reason why you'd say: “I'm having a great life.”

Not much was behind it all really. You had your own unique interests, but that's natural to everyone. You had some attitude, but mostly, it's just to be humorous. You for sure would get frustrated at certain people sometimes, especially if they're making your job harder for you or for anyone else.

Was there something missing? perhaps…

“There's a bunch of applicants this year, a bunch of freshmen as expected —a total snoozefest if you ask me.” you scoffed at the club vice president —Keeho— who had just burst in the music room with a thick but humble amount of papers stuffed in one folder.

“The freshmen are adorable.” you uttered as you went through the papers.

“Adorably disrespectful, you mean?” you laughed at his humorous griping. “It's true though. God, I cannot live another day without running into one of those little rascals in the corridors bumping shoulders with me like they own the world!”

“Yeah. Some of them don't respect anyone else but their teachers. Sad, they're very sad.” you shook your head as you spoke.

You were still going through the application forms. You spared each with only less than a minute of your time. You would only be picking thirteen students, having only that many slots available. You would just have to pick a handful that caught your eye, you estimated you would pick more than thirteen, so you would conduct a little interview to see which ones were worth keeping.

“Huh, look. It's a boy from my year level, never seen him before though.” you held this one application form a little closer to your face to evaluate it further.

“Well, it's not like you actually know everyone from your year.” a playful retort escapes Keeho's mouth.

“I do! just by face…” your voice would fade off into the distance as you moved yourself to a nearby chair to sit down.

“Lee So-Hee…”

Keeho gasps loudly making you jump from your seat. “The actress???” he would say in the most dramatic tone ever.

“No! girl, be quiet!” you'd shush him before continuing to read through the form.

Keeho eyed you as you made the same face you would make when you watched him suffer through your antics. You would soon nod as if already approving for this boy to walk right into the club, Keeho would follow your motions but with a suspecting expression on his face —and an amusing one at that.

“He has quite the history of performing. Only a couple of competitions, placed pretty high, championed twice —must be a really good singer.” Keeho scoots over to you, one end of one of the legs of his chair touching the side of your shoe.

“Lemme see.” you hand him the paper. “Hmm. You just want him in because he's cute probably.”

You lightly smack his side as he puckered his lips to create a provoking expression.

“Stop, I'm not like you!”

“Excuse me!?”

After spending twenty-six minutes on creating a list of your picks for the mini-interview, you went to the cafeteria for lunch and met with Eza whilst Keeho wandered off to his group of friends.

“How's the club going?” you hurried to take a bite off your food before answering Eza's question.

“Pretty— good.” you swallowed in between, giving your friend a thumbs-up after.

Seconds later, a boy approaches Eza. He had such a sweet smile, you might've thought he was there to sell you some cookies. The boy stopped near behind Eza, his eyes landing on you. You took the short time before Eza noticed him to observe, needless to say, you knew who he was.

“Oh, Sohee. What's up?” you heard Eza say as you focused on eating your food.

“Your mom…” was all you heard before looking up to see Eza hit him on his side, making him wince in pain.

“What? My mom what?” you almost laughed seeing how Eza widened her eyes as a means to provoke the boy in some way.

“I wasn't finished!” the boy pokes back. “I was gonna say…”

From that, you couldn't really hear anything else other than mumbling that you couldn't make sense of. Eza would chortle after Sohee had whispered something to her —from what you could assume— and they would both look at you wearing smiles of their own, one appeared to be incredibly amused and the other diffident.

“Oh, Xen! This is Sohee, by the way. He's the childhood best friend in my stories, he wanted me to—” Sohee nudges Eza, and she stops speaking. She would continue after lightly biting her bottom lip and clearing a throat. “Anyways, he just transferred here.”

“Oh, is that so?” the boy gave you a timid nod, making you chuckle.

You avert your eyes from Sohee and would be met with Eza who eyed him with a look you couldn't quite comprehend.

“I-I'll go now.” Sohee says before walking away, dropping off the same shy smile before he disappeared from your sight.

Looking back at Eza, she had a grin that you would only see whenever she was going to say something stupid —could be something completely random that would make you laugh or something to tease you, but instead, she says nothing and continues to eat.

Curious, you eyed her until she'd look back at the leery but grinning expression on your face. “What?” she struggled to utter, still yet to finish chewing her food.

“What was that all about?” you playfully prodded.

Eza just shrugged at you with a downturned smile, the movement at the area of her throat indicating she had just swallowed her food.

“He thinks you're cute.”

Your eyes were wide and alive, breathing at an irregular pace as if your nose was stuffy. You continued to eat, not knowing how to respond —or if you should even believe what your friend is saying.

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You were always painfully oblivious to flirting or any signs of a person fancying you. You once had a student athlete who had gone lengths to reach for you. At first, you could barely even believe his confession —and he'd tell you that he only joined the performing arts club because of you. You rejected him, and it went…

“So… is it Keeho?” you raised your brow at the boy in front of you.

“What are you saying?” you asked back and you would watch as he crossed his arms over his chest, a lump appearing on his right cheek as he poked from inside with his tongue.

“You like Keeho, would explain why you're always together.” you almost laughed at his face, but you remain respectful since you weren't that familiar with this boy.

“Uh, yeah, no. We're just close friends —and I don't like anybody.” you eyed his foot that was a few steps ahead from the other, beating on the floor with the front of his shoe rhythmically. “Look, I never even knew that you liked me, I just thought you were… being nice.”

He'd scoff at you and hastily turn his head to the side. “You can't be serious right now.”

When he looked at you again, you would hold a shallow mien as your eyes traced the lines that separated the floor tiles.

“Xen, I would never bring someone breakfast everyday just because I'm being nice, I would never compliment you on every little thing just cause I'm being nice —no one would ever pretend to care about the most trivial things you babble about, just cause they're being nice.” his irky tone got to you, causing your brows to knit together.

“Did you expect me to just change my mind with what you said? Are you hearing yourself?” he would only scoff at you again, aggravating the growing ire reflected on your face.

“Never mind. I'm not coming back to the club. You're not worth it.” he turns his back at you and walks away with a galling noise from every step he takes.

You consider this moment pivotal. It was the first time you've felt so agitated, so perturbed because of a stupid boy. The situation made you think about how dense you could be and how oblivious you are to basic signs of attraction. It made you think, and think, and think.

How much did I miss?

The probable circumstance of you being so clueless towards others' affectionate efforts constantly blocked your train of thought, always being met with a dangerous cliff of unwanted emotions.

You thought about the other men in your life who have treated you nicer than what you'd expect from a man.

You thought about Keeho. Even if it seemed as if your understanding of bonding was pulling a knife against each other's throats, you two clicked in an instant, acquiring the keys to each other's intellect the moment you met. It was admittedly cringey —and in some ways disgusting— to think that your current closest male friend had a thing for you, but your mind dipped itself into a messy whirlpool, unable to get out until the waters calmed.

“Okay, so, I have a guy friend—” Keeho released an exaggerated gasp that surprised you and stopped you from finishing your sentence.

“You have other guy friends?” you were confused as to why he reacted that way, because what was his business with you having guy friends?

Is he jealous? Is he threatened? Does he like me— your mind had the most outrageous thoughts. Looking back at this sour memory, you realized that it was just Keeho being Keeho. He always had a knack for being so sarcastic like you were to him too.

Then a second thought. Sungchan —that one senior that complimented you top to bottom, surface level then to your very soul, you were honestly rethinking your whole life and asked yourself a gazillion times over and over if you liked him.

He was two years ahead of you, and he was a student athlete too, but unlike that jerk who called your interests that you value most as trivial, Sungchan was rather sentimental. It got to a point where you'd forget that he was a guy and would talk to him like one of your girl friends. You gave him the nickname 'tough cookie', and you remembered that he had a custom made keychain with that nickname imprinted on it and you would always see it during their football matches since he had it attached to the zipper of his gym bag.

“Why 'tough cookie'?” he had his arms crossed, head tilted as he looked at you with his doe eyes, lips forming a small pout as he waited for you to answer his question.

You froze for a moment, your eyes wandering around his figure —around where you shouldn't be looking.

“Xen?” you shook your head away from your anomalous thoughts after hearing his low and sweet sugared voice— “You okay?”

You cleared your throat. The question was simple, and the answer was even simpler. He was kind, warm-hearted, contrary to his gigantic stature. He was quite the guy.

Sungchan would leave the next year and you still had no idea if your mind was playing games with you or if you actually started seeing Sungchan in a different way. “Ugh!” a bitter taste was left in your tongue. He was nice enough to compliment your voice or the way your fingers delicately moved along the notes with your violin after the recitals where he'd watch, lend you his umbrella when you left yours at home or had lost it, walk you home when you finished practice late—

“He walked you home?” enter, Eza.

You consider her your opposite in this situation. The ignorant and the delusional —she's the delusional one if you couldn't already tell. Eza has been around since freshman year, but it wasn't until mid-second year that you two would become inseparable. You two became friends through a reading assignment, she'd muster up all her courage to ask you about the full instructions given, unsure what to do after reading the passage. You're demure, and her constant praise left your mouth agape and your cheeks flushed.

“Don't treat me like a celebrity, I could be just as trashy as everyone else.” —would prove to be true with every passing day.

Eventually, like every pair of highschoolers, you two would share each other's deepest secrets, the most embarrassing stories from your childhood and recently, family troubles, school troubles and love troubles —you'd hate to label them boy troubles.

“So you're saying he used to walk you home?” you shrugged at Eza who had such a distressed face. “Wha— wait, you didn't even, like, I don't know, suspect?”

You shrugged again. “I don't know. I liked to think of him as a big brother, that's all.”

Eza sighed, crossing her arms and tilting her head, the same posture as Sungchan in your memories, everything was on point apart from her eyebrows that were nearly touching. “Well, can't blame you. But honestly, you're perfect.”

“Don't think so.” you shook your head as you looked down on your physics assignment.

“Assuming you're thinking about what could be wrong with you, but you know what I say? your imperfections make you perfect.” Eza took a sip from her canned coffee before speaking again. “Wouldn't be surprised if half of this school had a crush on you.”

You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes at her as you shook your head again.

“Half of the school —except teachers and staff, that would be weird a-f.” you two would end up laughing together.

“That's so cliche of you Eza.” you chuckled. “But thank you.”

This would subside your thoughts of Sungchan, just for a while before you'd spend the rest of school hours sighing like it's a full time job because you were struggling to focus on anything.

It's been another year without him. He would never be brought up by Eza, Keeho, or any of your friends, but your mind would scoury the memories of him you had buried deep whenever you were put in such situations.

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And here it was again.

“Stop messing around.” you chuckled and this would finally break a laugh out of Eza who struggled to take another bite of her food.

“It's true!” she exhaled through her laughter.

You looked at her, piercing through her soul thinking what could be so funny that made her cackle uncontrollably like a chicken early in the morning. “The hell…”

She would suddenly stop and look at you, and in a serious tone would say, “He just whispered to me that—” she looks around the cafeteria, “Never mind.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “Wow, you're so…”

You would end up bickering, and by the end of lunch you would give up on coercing and she would grow tired of poking at you and you two would just laugh it off in class.

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Your finger tapped on the table as you patiently waited for the applicants you have chosen for the mini-interview to show up. It was the next day and you had some independent time before the actual start of your classes. You were done with all the juniors and were moving up to the folks around your year level.

You leaned back to your seat and glanced at the clock. Fifteen minutes, you had approximately fifteen minutes before you could stand up and tidy up the room, gather your things and take off for your first class of the day.

You grabbed your phone that laid flat on its screen next to the application forms that laid before you and started typing out a message to be forwarded to the rest of the applicants yet to be interviewed that their time would be moved to lunch time, when suddenly, you hear a knock at the wide and welcoming door that you had left open.

“Sorry, I'm pretty sure I'm late.” was all he said, only showing half of himself and hiding the other behind the wall.

“No, no, it's okay. Sohee, right?” you smiled at him, urging him to come in and take a seat.

He stood, unmoved for five —no, eight seconds, you counted. Suddenly you started taking notice of things you had never bothered to even think of. His cheeks were rosy, but very subtly so that it blended in well with his skin —Adorable —you thought, smiling even more now.

He sat down on the seat across from you. You leaned in a bit, resting your elbows on the table. “What's your main motivation for joining this club —there's no wrong answers, and I'll be judgment free, go ahead.”

You. —Sohee gulped, his smitten self was, thankfully, enough to hold him back from his thoughts and start pouring everything out. Okay, control yourself, you got this, “I love to sing and I'm really looking forward to performing here.” —with you —he bit his bottom lip as he suppressed a smile.

However, your soft chuckle would make him lose his sanity for a mere second, blushing and smiling timidly.

You noticed it all, you just thought he was adorable, harmless. “Well, that makes sense. Your application form speaks for itself. Anyways, I'll be seeing you this Thursday. We'll be opening for the sportsfest the week after next, so, see ya Sohee!”

You extended your arm to him for a handshake which he gladly took. He would walk out first, having his little victory hops, slamming his fists into the air, and he would stop when he heard your soft giggles. You walked past him, waving goodbye as you headed to your homeroom.

“Shit.” he mumbled to himself, all hot-faced and startled.

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You and Eza got into a call just an hour after getting home. You were 'studying' for the biology test the next day.

“Oh my God, did you hear that a bunch of top-athletes from universities will visit tomorrow? oh wait, I think they said Friday.” you couldn't help but crack up at Eza's sudden eager sharing.

“Yeah? and is that a part of the parasympathetic or the sympathetic region?” you teased her off of her dithering that kept her away from the sole objective of your video call.

“Umm, I think so…” you bursted out laughing, your head going off-frame on Eza's phone screen. “I mean —GOD YEAH I'LL STUDY.”

Laughter filled the speakers of your phones, and even with Eza's brief moment of bringing herself —and you— back to concentration, she'd come around to recounting everything she's been hearing around class and the school grounds.

“I think they were invited to coach or something, well anyways, it wouldn't hurt anyone to eat lunch at the gymnasium, right?” with raised eyebrows, you looked at your friend as if she had eaten a roach.

She'd guffaw at the look on your face, not stopping as you spoke. “What happened to 'boy-break'? You had just gotten over that Jung-idiot.”

Eza's laughter would be cut short, and soon you would be the one laughing when you saw her straight, but menacing face —not really menacing, but more of an attempt to be. “What happened to not bringing up the past? Girl, I'm over it, just stop bringing it up! literally, disgusting.” Eza shook herself, allowing the imaginary dust of her past relationship to fall off her shoulders.

“Okay! sorry!” you laughed. “But are you seriously gonna be eating lunch in the gymnasium? it's gonna smell like sweat, you're gonna want to throw up without even touching your food.”

“Ha! Nothing a cologne can't fix!” you would give Eza the same look you had given her when she had first brought up her otherworldly idea, and you two would laugh it all out at the end.

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It was a typical Thursday, nothing special really, same amount of schoolwork, a couple of tests waiting to dawn on you by next week, and projects, some solo work and some group work in the mix. It was the end of the day, you were staying back for your two-hour practice.

You sat on your favorite stool, practicing with your violin, not minding the other sound that filled the room —it was mostly just Sohee's singing, he practiced as he listened to the original song whilst you and the others practiced the instrumentals simultaneously.

Sohee would repeat and repeat until he got the notes and the riffs exactly like how it was as he heard it. If he was being honest, he only took long because he couldn't keep his eyes off of you —well technically he did for a few times when you looked close enough to his direction— and the way your knowing hands moved to the rhythm of the song as you played your instrument. He'd find himself re-adjusting the well-putted and untouched collar of his uniform when he saw your figure approaching him from the corner of his eye.

“Hi Sohee! how are you finding practice?” you popped a question as soon as you reach a respectable distance where you'd be able to hear him.

“Pretty good!” you could hear the excitement despite the slight shakiness of his voice, shaky, because it was at the end of his tongue, just compliment her, just do it. —he pushed himself hard but just couldn't get it out.

“Well, you should take a break, everyone else is on break right now —or if you want, I can help you with whatever you need help with.” your inviting smile blocked off the synapses of his brain and he could only give you a nod as he gave you the same shy smile he had from the interview.

You dragged a stool nearby and sat at the same spot where you stood from Sohee. You started munching on the small packet of jellies as you waited for him to start again. He looked at you for a moment, but you had your head down, focused on getting the lemon flavored jellies in the mix. He chuckled, hearing this, your fingers would stop digging for a while and his voice would fill the room, strong like a big symphony, but as beautiful as the moon shining against the river.

It was your first time actually hearing him sing, no other sounds, just his pure voice drowning out the song playing out of his phone speakers that he sang along to. You were mesmerized —but this would be the first time you'd be enticed by someone you barely knew or shared any interactions or memories with. This was for sure something you will carry in your pocket for a long time.

By the end of it, everyone gave him a round of applause, including you. You admired, not only the sound of his angelic voice, but the way he closed his eyes, deep in song. The song itself was not that deep, but he somehow made it sound like it was. It's the opening song for the sportsfest and it's really just a generic song about being passionate and aiming high for your dreams— yada-yada and all that stuff.

You were relieved to see that he was truly the performer as he made out to be in his application form. “That. Was. Incredible.”

“Thank you.” he would say in a chuckle as his hand made its way to his nape.

You two would give each other a small smile, and Keeho would give you a suspecting look from the other side of the room.

Throughout the rest of practice, things would proceed as they normally would —if you ignored the fact that Keeho, who sat right beside you, kept nudging you and asking, “What was that all about?” and you tried to ignore him by almost hitting the corner of his eye with your bow as you fixed your posture, preparing yourself to play. You were successful with keeping him off your back, but best believe he would bombard you with messages later on.

At the end of practice, when everyone started to leave one by one, you noticed that Sohee was still sitting on the sofa with earplugs on, presumably listening to the song he was practicing, and he just listened, tapping the ground with his foot in the same rhythm as the song.

You sat yourself next to him. His muscles would stiffen when it sensed your presence next to him a lot closer than the previous times. He hurriedly turned off the music that blocked off his ears and turned his attention to you, with not much as facing your general direction.

“We're about to close off the music room, if it's possible, you should walk with Keeho and I on the way home, it'll only be a few more minutes until the sky's completely dark.” Sohee could only briskly nod. “Alrighty, I'll just go get my stuff.”

Sohee watched you almost hop off the sofa as you went to grab your belongings urging himself to get his things fixed as well.

The three of you walked to the bus stop together, as promised. Keeho would be the first to depart from the three of you, and you who sat on the seat in front of Sohee's, would move next to him where Keeho had sat before he left.

He was startled at first, but would assuage his jitters when he saw that you had your headphones on —assuming you didn't hear him mumble a little “shit.” when you sat down.

You just sat, tapping on your thighs to the music you were listening to. Sohee caught a glimpse of what you were listening to, Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars. He smiled to himself. He loves Bruno Mars, maybe, so did you.

He started thinking of ways to converse with you, even just for a short time before any of you got out of the bus. You saw him take a deep breath, and when he faced you, he'd be flustered to see your winsome image —the corners of your lips rising up to your cheeks to form soft, little punctures at each end, and your eyes that smiled along at him as your lashes bounced with every tenuous blink. This little moment poked into the walls of his consciousness.

“I love Bruno Mars.” —was all he could exude as he gazed down your enchanting aura.

“Me too!” he felt like exploding when he heard your giggle, loud and clear tickling his ears.

He gulped and looked down on his shoes for a brief moment, before facing you again, his smile a lot less prominent but maintaining the softness in his eyes. “I know you hear this a lot, but you're a very awesome person.”

You perked up from your seat, the gleam in your eyes shining its light onto him. “Thank you, Sohee.” you mellowly utter.

You two would talk more about your music preferences, some things about school, and he would tell you how and when he met Eza, it was short but sweet. He would get off the bus before you and he'd leave you a cheeky smile and a small wave as he got off.

Enthused, he walked the rest of the way home, trying his best to abate his glee. Anyone who saw him might've thought he just won the lottery. Well, he truly just can't wait to go back to school.

That school is not bad after all, not at all.

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There was something about Sohee that made his eventual friends stick to him. It was probably because he is just how you would expect him to be, bubbly on some occasions, he's quite the humorous guy and would subject you to some light teasing —or worse— when he knows you're comfortable with him, and most of all, he was just an excellent listener.

“Dude, Anton, you should just confess to Eza, it's been what —two years now?” Sohee's focus was with the basketball game in the arcade that only he and his friends occupied at that time.

“I don't know.” you heard Anton reply faintly.

“Well you should do something, anyways, how about you Sohee? Are you into anyone? or are you already seeing someone?” Seunghan jested at Sohee, poking him lightly as he tried to get an answer from him.

“Xen. I like Xen.” your name fell off his mouth and left such an ardent scent, and the smile only you could grant him, he wore it like a lip balm.

“Who doesn't honestly?” Seunghan's chuckle would be followed by a cough. “Well, I heard she and Sungchan had a thing and a bald eagle told me that Sungchan had come to visit the school.”

“Wow, could've just said 'Anton told me' and not call me a bald eagle.” Seunghan laughed at Anton, but Sohee was still focused, this time, not at his noticeably high score or the timer daring to run out,

“Who even is that guy?” he mumbles in a volume he thought his friends wouldn't be able to hear.

“Oh, well, he only used to be the star athlete of this school, could've been Anton— Ow!” Seunghan would hit Anton back before he got to continue. “He's a great guy. Everybody loves him, the teachers, the students, probably Xen —and probably to a degree we have no business of knowing.”

Seunghan talked about this guy like how he would talk about his idols or one of his favorite superheroes. It would take him some time before realizing that Sohee had gone completely silent.

“Hey dude, I don't actually know if they're together, but, you're great too bro, just in a different way.” Sohee spaced out, he could still explicitly hear for his friends' yapping and feel Seunghan's arm over his shoulder, but all he could think about is you and this guy.

It was true that Sohee had joined the performing arts club to perform, showcase his singing. His love for singing was yet to be matched, but his motivations lie with you.

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Your school would hold an orientation program every first day of school, for the freshmen and for the transferees. Since Sohee was a transferee, he was required to be there. He asked Eza to accompany him throughout the program, and the rest of the day so he could hopefully know the building a little better, know the right staircases and the right turns and where the cleanest restrooms are. The program was all 'blah, blah, blah' to him and he was sure he didn't miss much at all, but then you showed up.

His eyes were locked on you when he saw your hair flowing with the wind as you walked to the center stage. Your singing was just as beautiful as your face and your delicate movements. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, the sight of you is something he thought he would only see on TV or envision in his mind whenever he read a book about fictional but utterly sensational things. Sensational, that's what you were. Everyone had adoring eyes, and Sohee was no exception —maybe that his adoration was particularly a lot stronger than everyone else's.

He would hear your name out of one of the seniors who mc'd the program, it was beautiful that he'd subconsciously repeat it for himself, “Xen…”

Eza nudged at him, “That's my best friend. I've told you about her before.” she says, almost as if she was bragging.

When he had first heard about you, he didn't believe it. A singer who plays the violin, is an active student leader and graduated valedictorian in her elementary school, while also being one of the top students in her highschool? Impossible —he thought. But he was seeing you right there, with that smile that he wished he could see up close.

He would see you again the next week, taking a peep in the music room. He saw you with your violin, you were only playing around, but nonetheless, the sound was beautiful, you are beautiful. Sohee would walk off sooner than he wanted, but he wouldn't forget to snatch an application form from the small table right next to the door of the music room.

He thought before that maybe you and Keeho might've had something going on since you two seemed to be together often, “She and Keeho are president and vice president of the club, and yeah, they're two pretty best friends.” —Eza refutes his thoughts as soon as he brings them up. “You don't have much to worry about, Xen doesn't like anyone from what she's told me.”

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Now he was starting to doubt Eza's words. Who is Sungchan? why's he never heard of him before? and if he truly was coming back, even if just for a while, what would he want with you then?

“Xen's birthday is up—”

“What does she like? What should I get her?” Sohee cuts his friend off through his phone's microphone.

Him and Eza got into a call that Friday night after he had hung out with his friends in the arcade.

“Damn girl, chill. We're going out, you should definitely come along —and before you cut me off again, the best gift would be something… sentimental? you can't really give her anything grand or expensive, she doesn't like those things.” Eza was still eating her dinner, but her spoon remained still as she waited for Sohee to respond.

“How do I even…” he was lost, trying to think of the many things he could give you.

“How about a song?”

“Huh?”

“A song. I don't know, maybe you can give her a handmade card with a qr code or something and put the song in there —but like, it would be you singing her favorite song.” Sohee had his eyes on the empty space on his bed beside him.

His fingers toyed with the fabric, thinking about your favorite song. Maybe it's Locked Out of Heaven, no? —he questioned himself.

“It's Talking to the Moon, her favorite song.” Sohee would immediately snap out of his trance once he heard Eza.

“Oh, thanks.” he was mumbling again, still deep in his thoughts wondering how he would do it, and most of all, how you'd react to it.

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eternalglitch · 2 years

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Any tips on writing characters?? I’m currently writing a fic and I’m struggling anytime it’s not Mikey or Leo. I tried to write Donnie but it’s just… something’s not right. In my opinion, you did BRILLIANTLY with writing characters!! So yeah if you have any tips I’d be very happy to hear! -Sherbet

Part of the answer is simple practice and study. Particularly reading a lot of books with protagonists that behave in ways you personally would never.

I find that people tend to behave all the same; they have a primary want(s) and they try and accomplish that. The rest is just their particular ways of expressing those wants, their likes and dislikes, what kind of weight they put on different things when making choices, and so on and so forth.

I can't really use Donnie as an example because Donnie is actually the closest character to my actual personality, and is thus the easiest character to write for me. So for this example... let's go hard mode, let's say I'm doing a chapter with Big Mama. (My nemesis in writing. I love her but writing her makes me SWEAT.)

First up, her core. I'd assess that she wants wealth followed by power/control. Most moves she makes are to gain one of those. Either she directly gets monetary benefits in an interaction, or she gains power or the upper hand over someone. It's also good to note less important preferences, like food or clothing or TV shows, if you know them. The character might reference them or think about them.

Next up, how direct or indirect of a character is she? Extremely indirect. She'll say a lot of things, but there tends to be layers underneath what she is saying that is what she actually means unless she is in a position where she already has power and can demand something. She'll also straight up lie (or, at least, tell everything BUT the truth.)

She's also quick to follow logic and is rather intelligent. This will help in judging how she can respond to OTHER characters and if she will catch onto other people's emotions and if they are telling the truth.

After that, I'll note how past experiences might influence her; perhaps she's a bit more wary of leaving herself open to sabotage from Draxum, or maybe she has underlying anger that Splinter ran from her. People take notes from what they have experienced and that will reflect in their decision making processes.

Now, the hard part for particularly this character. Physical body behavior and speech patterns that instantly clue in the reader that this is that specific character. Watch for any common tells. Big Mama leans back on desks and walls a lot. She'll cross her arms as a more closed-off character. She has "siren eyes" particularly around Splinter. And she has very specific speaking patterns and made up words in her dialogue that I have a screenshot folder for whenever I am trying to write her for reference.

I also change the actual writing depending on who is narrating. Donnie's POV will be more factual. He'll take in more details of the surroundings, give more details about technology he is using. Mikey will be more interested in facial expressions. If I was in a Big Mama POV, it would ALSO be facial expressions but with an undertone of "how do I use this against them?" as well as where people are standing in case a fight breaks out. Donnie's tech might catch her eye and be given far more details than if, say, Leo or Raph was narrating. They would just note he has tech and move on.

So... yeah! That's my "break down a character" process I kind of go through mentally when starting to write a new character. Hopefully something in here helped!

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almost-correct-quotes · 1 year

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awkward love and seeing stars

reverie audios, cyril x listener

tags: no warnings, fluff/humor, altair friendly, current time, 800~ wordcount

AN: title from yes (or no) by bug hunter. fully inspired by a one-off line from a roman audio

Cyril’s hunched over, messing with the password-protected lock. It’s embarrassing enough, forgetting the code, he doesn’t want to have to ask Roman to let him into his lab. Besides, it’s late, he might end up waking up the inventor. Cyril might be a bit of an ass, but he’s not going to deprive someone of sleep just because he left something in their space.

He’s focused on trying to bypass the code when he gets nearly startled out of his skin.

“Hey there.”

Whipping around, he splutters, “You- wh- why-”

“Take your time.”

His menace of a partner is grinning like the cat that caught the canary, clearly very pleased with themself to have caught him this off guard.

“Why did you sneak up on me like that like a- a creep?” He’s reminded thoroughly of the time they broke into his office to watch him sleep. Yeah, he has good taste.

“I saw you struggling with the lock. Watched that for a while, decided to take pity on you,” they say with a smile.

“Well, as far as I know, you’ve no reason to know the code. Wait, you’ve been watching me all this time?”

“Not long,” they grin, echoing their past self. “And I don’t need to know the code. Move?”

He complies. It’s not as if he was having much luck by himself, might as well let them try. His pride was already wounded enough when they snuck up on him.

He’s… honestly not sure what they did, beside for fiddle with it for a few seconds and press their ear to the lock, but it works. They push the door open with a self-satisfied smile, doing a dramatic half-bow as they gesture for Cyril to enter. What a loser, Cyril thinks affectionately.

“How did you- why do you-” he says, floored. Knowing they can pick locks is different than seeing them do it in person.

“‘Cause it’s useful. Clearly,” they say with a little laugh.

They follow Cyril into the lab.

“Why’d you need to get into here, anyway? ‘S past working hours.”

Ignoring their question, Cyril responds, “It’s Roman — that time-traveler I told you about? — his lab.”

“I gathered from the, uh. What is all this?”

“I told you he was eccentric. He’s an inventor. I don’t know what most of this is, to be honest. I just need to find my- thing. That I left in here.”

Cyril does a light search of the lab while pointedly ignoring their interest in what it is he forgot.

“...You probably shouldn’t touch any of the machines. I don’t think Roman would make anything dangerous — on purpose — but knowing you, it’d blow up somehow.”

They huff a laugh. “You need help? Again?”

“No, I can find it.”

“What’re you even looking for?” They’re sitting on the corner of the table, resting back on their palms as they watch him search.

“It’s personal.”

They back off the topic in an instant with a familiar puppy-dog pout. At the look on their face, he relents, “Hmph. Fine. It’s some notes, a few pages, says ‘to burn’ on the top. Fell out of my folder earlier.”

“I take it you didn't burn them?” they laugh, “Wait, I think I saw that when we came in!”

They vault off the table. By the time he’s done taking in the completely normal way they move, they’re stalking back to him with the papers in hand.

And- oh, shit, they’re reading it.

“Bit less formal than your usual work, isn’t it?”

‘Annoyingly eye-catching’ had never fit them better than now, grinning at him as if they just found out he’d hung the stars. Cyril could swear that their eyes are glowing slightly, the way they do when they’re harnessing magic or feeling particularly strong emotions.

“I didn´t think you´d- anyone would ever read it,” he mutters, more than a bit flustered.

“Well, I dunno about other senior researchers,” they grin, “but I´d rate this pretty highly.”

“You´re gonna lord that promotion over my head forever, aren´t you?”

“Only ´til you catch up to me,” they smirk, before looking back down at the notes.

Eventually, their eyes become fixed on one line.

“‘Not yet’?” they glance back up at him.

“They’re from before- well, just before, really.”

Setting the papers down, they rest their arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his forehead. The easy intimacy in it leaves him reeling.

They pull their head back, gazing into his eyes. “You were an extraordinary showcase of repression, you know?”

“Of course I know- also, you hypocrite!”

“I was very aware of my feelings from- well, from nearly the start. Just didn’t act on ‘em- maybe you’ve got a point there, love.”

‘Love’. Oh, he’s gone for them.

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popcornforone · 1 year

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The Speed of Silence

Mr Ben Fan Fic

I didn’t plan on going back to Mr Ben for a while. The SNL hype had dropped & I was in deep writing some other drafts I had on going. & then @alwaysdjarin tagged me in someone’s twitter post going write a scenario based on a certain idea a moot had. Here I am 12 days later publishing it.

I don’t like to big up my work but there’s a paragraph in here that I wrote & when I reread it I was like damn I wrote that. Also yes I know the book shelf picture is Rockford but it was part of the inspiration for this, so I wanted to include it.

Synopsis: Mr Ben is rumoured every year to be dating the popular girls at university, so why would he ever look at you. But then a few chance meeting & a late night study session in the library, make you both think about making those rumours true.

Word count: 5,700

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!college professors student relationship (but you are not his student) protected PIV sex, public sex, swearing, pining, unrequited love, choking & muffling, rough, teasing flirting kissing. Eventual established relationship.

All feed back as always is welcome peoples… thanks for the read. It’s really appreciated

10pm the clocks slowly tocks past, headphones on, another coffee poured, in the university library trying to write you appendix for your art portfolio your handing in tomorrow. You knew when you looked all these artists & photographers up for inspiration you should have written down who inspired you. But no it’s now 10pm & you’re missing 8 references to submit along with your sight & sound presentation.

You know full well you don’t need the references though. Your photographs you have of traffic moving at night almost leaping out the page at you & your puddle reflection of what life should be like in the city instead for he chaos it is, speak for themselves. No matter who walks past your screen at the moment even if they don’t do the subject for your degree, just stops & does a double take. Your creation is the talk of the university be it pupils & staff or teaches.

But there’s one who’s taken a particular interest. He not your teacher. He teaches Philosophy about 5 class rooms away but he shares an office with your art & photography professor Jane. You are often popping in the office to book additional time or ask to use the larger printer. It was once when you were waiting for Jane to bring some resources back that he came in & started a conversation with you.

“So your little miss photoshop?” He says as he saw you waiting for her to return. “That I am professor, Jane has just gone to get something for me that I don’t have the funds to print off, I’ll be out of your office in 5minutes.” “Ooooh no…” he says with a slight smirk as he pops his bag on the back of the door “I’ve heard so much about this art, I want to see it what makes it so special, why is yours the talk of the campus”. He adjusts his large framed dark glasses. LIt’s nothing really I…” “you can’t say that without letting me judge it, please•”he waves a hand as he pours his coffee & casually leans against the back wall “I’m most intrigued”.

His eyes sparkle at you. You’re not sure there’s a brown rich enough to ever try & replicate those on any art software, they are unforgettable once you’ve made eye contact. Which you just have. It’s for all of a passing second but you’re lost, so so lost in them. You’re never getting out of this trance ever. He must see you blush as he very quickly moves away from leaning & fidgets. You go to your carry folder & produce 4 drafts of your work in progress, about The Speed of Silence & start to explain what it means & why you’ve done it. He stands there nodding hanging on every word you say agreeing & asking your different techniques. He really in engaged in your art & is mesmerised by it, like you with him.

He lowers his hand to ask a question & your hand brushed over his sending chills down your spine, it’s just the slightest feather touch but it’s enough to make you want more. He then takes his hand & rests it on top of yours. You both freeze & gulp, both unsure what to do next. “Professor i…” “shhhh it’s okay I think we…” he’s edged in your personal space, his head slowly drawing close to you, when You both hear the door click & Jane humming to herself so you break the look & return to showing him your art. “Ahhh here you are my sweet, sorry the lift was broken that’s why it took a while. Oooh Ben you’re here. Help me sort these out for her so she can take what she needs” & I pause in a fluster. My breath caught in my throat, my palms sweating instantly. This isn’t just some professor, this is Mr Ben!

Mr Ben every year at university, there is a rumour he’s dating a popular blonde student. It’s kind of mythology, & he goes along with the joke & plays up to it. But no one has ever actually seen him with a partner inside or outside of campus. If he is dating the blonde from the football team as she claims he is, or the brunet from drama he’s hiding it well. He’s not dating Jane, you all met her wife on the field trip to the Andy Warhol museum. But here you are standing in Bens shared office having just had a genuine moment with the man most men & women on campus would give an arm to do… & you did it without even realising.

You’re snapped out of your trance by the voice of Jane eventually “just because your art works at so many rates per second, doesnt mean you can slow down & daydreaming to” “sorry miss I just had a random though & my mind wondered” “maybe if you’ve got a wandering mind, you should sit in on a philosophy class?” Ben asks with a smile on his face that makes you feel weak. He’s biting his pencil & looking at you suggestively “…I…I… I really should get going” you sigh once you’ve taken what you need from Jane & your portfolio is back into your art folder. “It was lovely to meet you professor…” “it’s Mr Ben but please just call me Ben” he extends his hand which you take & shake. Large & firm & also just the right feel to it. It’s only once you get back to your room that you realise in your art portfolio & resources, that Ben had slipped his business card in there, with his office number & email.

You didn’t email him for 2 weeks & you actively asked Jane in her classes for supplies or support. You wanted to avoid Ben for as long as you could, hoping you had dreamed up the meeting & the stolen moments you had shared. He had filled your dreams since that precious glance & you didn’t want to fall further under his charm. Avoiding him you thought would help but it’s just made it worse. However fate lead to your paths crossing, not at campus but at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You were in the gift shop looking at post cards scanning for ideas for your silent part of your art, when he walked past & turned back almost doing a double take as he went to leave”miss photoshop what a pleasant surprise, what brings you to the met on this wet winter afternoon?” He leans next to the display as he engages in conversation with you. His coat looks warm & cozy even if a little damp due to the rain, but his hair is in pristine place & his glasses are either missing or replaced with contacts making those eyes even larger “I need something for the silence part of my project sir, but I’m having a hard time picking it, so I came to watch people look at art in silence to see if that gave me inspiration but it hasn’t”

“That’s a shame” he says “let me buy you a coffee & we can people watch together if you want” “I’m sorry what professor?” You say in shock “it’s just Ben,” he offers his hand “I encourage all my students at least once a month to go people watch & come up with pretend story’s for who people might be that walk past them, it’s like a window to their own soul as they try to guess others.” “Did you just quote Man Ray?” You ask “because then I’ll take you up on that coffee & we can talk art & photography while we people watch.” The smile on Bens face is infectious. Gone is that moody professor who people gossip about. The person in front of you now is a man & clearly at least a friend, you both have a connection with the other. “I’m happy to talk art & people watch, it would be an honour.”

You start off people watching in silence sipping coffee unsure what to say to each other or about the people. The tension is palpable. & then someone with a Star Wars bag walks past you & you ask Ben “rebel, sith or jedi?” & that’s all it takes. For the next hour you both sit there talking about where all these people are going & what’s happening with their lives, sipping coffee & laughing. It’s only when his phone rings & it’s on loud that people shhh you both & he answers it. “Sorry, I have to go” he says. “But this has been fun, much better to sit here & talk with someone else & people watch than do it on your own” he says as he stands & you notice how tall & long he is. “thank you for the coffee Ben, as much as this was fun, it didn’t provide the spark I need for the silence I need for my project.” “Maybe inspiration will hit you a different way.” He replied & grabs your hands to help you up, almost pulling you into his chest. You can feel as your hand is wrapped around his wrist that his pulse has spiked. You both stand in silence for a few minutes & then shuffle awkwardly unsure what to both do next. At the end of the day you might not be his student but he’s still a professor at your college. You, against everything your body & heart are screaming out for more, decide not to act on your own needs & wants.

You both head outside the museum & it’s still raining. “Do you want to share a cab?” Ben asks in a friendly way “thanks Ben but I’m off to a friends now, i’ll get the subway but I’m sure we will bump back into each other soon” you blush trying to hide his affect on you. “Have it your way I’ll see you soon, I hope you work out your project” he waves a friendly good bye & goes to get in the taxi but he’s still distracted by your big smile & doesn’t see where he puts his foot. “bollocks” Ben shouts. He stepped in a deep puddle before shrugging at you & then gets into the taxi which speeds off. But in that reflection you see in the puddle from the ripples, the grey sky & lights of the city reflect back to you. The madness of the city being so calm & reflective in one tiny puddle. Ben has given you the inspiration for the other half of your project without even trying.

You don’t go to your friends, you head straight for the high line, one of your favourite places in New York & you start taking picture of the rain falling, the puddles forming & slow silent reflections gleaming back at you. It’s almost to perfect the mixture of architecture, nature & photography. It’s too good to be true. You don’t care that you are drenched to the bone & will be sick for 3 days in the next week, this is the perfect calming yang to your traffics ying. It going to look phenomenal.

You have every week since then gone to a different museum to see if Ben is there to people watch with, & you’ve also been popping into the office to discus your art with Jane, talking to Ben a few times. You’ve not yet told him he’s part of your inspiration for this, you will do before the presentation at the end of term. But you & Ben now have a close friendly relationship. He says hi when he sees you walking about & you have slight giggles & little jokes with each other. All harmless fun, but there are still moments when your eyes meet that you can’t deny to yourself, that you would like to be who the rumours are about. He always asks about your art & has asked Jane who it’s all going for you too. You hope he puts in this much dedication with his actual students.

10 days ago however your world crumbled. There was a rumour Ben was dating a student in the first year. As someone in their final year, you’ve heard all these story’s before & know they aren’t true. But you heart just feels like it’s shattered. Everything you had hoped for that you might have one day with Ben has gone. You remember this is just everyone’s fantasy & it won’t be happening to you any time soon. The student is what he’s always rumoured to go for, athletic, bit ditsy, blonde & stick thin. Not someone with blue streaks through their black hair, a squishy nose who could probably eat that girl as she’s so skinny for diner. You are heart broken from the relationship you’d secretly wanted more from, even though you hadn’t been brave enough to act on it. You bury your head into your art & try to not think about it at all.

You’ve seen Ben since this day & been nice to him, but you just feel a little lost. It is just a fantasy, everyone wants for Mr Ben to be there’s. To have a few stolen moments but you were sure it might slightly happen to you but it hasn’t. So you’ve plowed on with & burrowed your head in your art portfolios & are now just hours away from your deadline in the library, referencing as much as you can ready to hand in your appendix in the morning. It’s only when your music pauses in your ears, that you realise someone is sat in the chair next to you, with their own cup of coffee. You can tell from the hand on your music player alone, exactly who it is.

“Ben” you say not having to whisper at 10pm, as you remove your headphones. There’s all of 8 students in here all with their own headphones in. “It’s late what are you doing here?” You ask. You’re startled but also instantly calm that he is here & he is looking so handsome. The tie he is often seen wearing isn’t on, the glasses dark frame matching his dark black shirt & his selves are rolled up. He looks at you with genuine concern & affection in hope to help you with whatever it is you are doing. “Late night study group with my second years, 6 of them just haven’t understood the last 3 essays I’ve asked them to write or read, so we did a coffee & cake night. I think 4 of them have finally got it though, I always think it helps to share the problem, no matter what it is.” Ben takes your hand, that large thumb trailing over your knuckles, what you wish you could do with that thumb. “So I was walking past & thought I’d pop in to see who was in the library this late, & who do I see…you, little miss photoshop, with your head in a pile of books & websites, not actually creating. Is everything okay?” He ask, your eyes meeting & you do everything you can to look back at your work from this handsome distraction, but he lifts his hand to the side of your face to turn you back to face him as he softly whispers “seriously, your amazing, your perfect, I’ll do anything”.

That’s all it takes. You lean in touching his face in return & tentatively take his lips with your own. He’s a-gasp, shocked at your advanced. He can feel all the butterfly’s you have felt for the last few months since you met him. You’re electrified & then you very quickly break away from your embrace & look back at your laptop & not at Ben, but you can still feel him on your lips & how he made you feel like you were going at a million miles an hour but also completely still much like your photographs. “Shit” you mumbled “Ben I…” you don’t get a chance to apologise, Ben has turned your face back towards him & is engaging in the next kiss. He’s hungry like he’s waited for this for ages, like he’s willing to break all the rules to have a few stolen moments with you but he wishes he could have more. Your of age & an adult & not his actual student, he’s not that much older than you. He wants this but he has so many conflicting things going on in his mind right now, as do you. But you are both desperate for each others touch. This kiss is the best you have ever had. No man or woman has ever made you feel this good from just one kiss.

“Sorry” he says “I just had to be sure I wasn’t dreaming”. His words come out breathy as he pants. “I should go…””No!” You shout & realise it was quite loud for a library even when there is no one really here. “Please stay, your presence calmed me when I realised it was you” Bens half way out of his chair unsure if he should sit back down or go home. He wants to stay & distract you from your appendix, In so many ways. It’s all he thought about since he met you. Those few stolen moments in his office, your little smirk at the museum, the way your hands are so expressive when you talk. He noticed every single detail & he is desperate to make a go of this. He looks in your eyes & he can see the same desire & longing being directed back to him. He has to make the choice for the both of you.

“Grab your laptop & books & come with me” he states,”there’s better wifi else where in the library, it will make attaching your appendix faster & then we can talk”. Ben goes to pick up his mug & yours & raises an eyebrow at you. You know deep down that this isn’t going to be studying, you know you’re actually going to be the girl the university gossips about & if it’s true or not. “Okay Ben, I’m almost there though I’ve got 8more…” But Bens hand doesn’t go for your mug & you are interrupted. His large hand strokes across your chin before his thumb that you have often wondered what it would feel like, traces over your lips. You gasp & instantly become aroused. It’s so flat & soft & it make you want to suck it & beg for some of his other fingers else where. “Ben” you moan as his hand moves away. You hit save & collect you items putting them in your 2 bags & grab his hand, while making sure no one is watching you sneak off with a professor.

Ben doesn’t even check, he wants you & he needs you. The second your hand entwines with his, he is off at a speed your art is. He take you to the back of the library which is dimly lit & is where all the media & art books are. “Oooh you actually wanted to help Ben, I didn’t realise.” You feel a little flat thinking Ben has no intention of doing anything other than be a professor at this moment. But the second both your bags are on the table between the two rows of bookshelves, Ben is hoovering over you. Eyes filled with desire, his breathing is short, & you can feel his wanting of you radiating from every inch of his body. He doesn’t need to say a word. You cup his face & kiss him deeply as he pushes you against a chair at the table. Those large hands of his, twisting your hair, before one moves down your back to rest just on your waist, so you can be pushed further into him. You never want to break this kiss. The way your body is responding to his, is magnetic. The way you moan & groan just from a simple deep kiss, one filled with all the lustful dreams you have ever had about Ben, just taking over your mouth & making you want more. You know you’re aroused, your pleasure is screaming for him to touch you even more. Ben is also trying so hard not to just cum in his trouser right now, he needs you to relieve his own pressure as he grows harder.

“I don’t know what happening” you eventually mumble as he starts to kiss your neck “but I’m happy it is” you both say at the same time & then both have a little giggle before his eyes meet yours again. “If you’re not comfortable with this…” Ben starts but you squeeze his arse through jeans which makes him yelp. “So we did have a moment when we first met then?” You ask him “oooh yes & I’ve been trying to work out since that moment if I would be in trouble for asking you on a date, your not my student, I’ve never asked any student out before or even kissed them, even if they have since left” this makes your heart flutter. All the myths about Ben are false, he’s squeaky clean & is a moral teacher to be looked up to. No affairs with any students at all, & then you remember why he’s saying this all to you. You’re about to become his exception to the rule & you really don’t care. You’re going to be the hearsay.

“Well technically we have been on a date at the museum…” “that doesn’t count” Ben replies “& for half of it we sat there in silence & it was a chance meeting” he lowers his head to whisper in your ear seductively “however if you’d have got in my taxi, it might have been another story” he peppers kisses down your neck “no it was destiny for your to leave without me. Where did you think I got my reflection art idea from Ben?” He pauses his kisses for 2 seconds as he goes “really?” Your shy nod through your blushes are as hot as the next kiss he gives you. It’s so powerful that he pushes you into the book case, which creaks. “Ben” you moan at his sudden movement from the table. “This is so intense, I…I” “shhh baby shhhh” his lips are still searching for yours & your chin, as his hands move to your hips, which are desperate for friction.

“I…I…I need you Ben, I need you & im not sure my body will allow me to wait to get back to my room or your place, maybe your office or…” but you her the clink of his belt being undone as he moves a hand so it’s leaning over you holding the book case “baby, I don’t think I can make it to my office. I wish wed had this moment sooner, so I could have taken you out on a date first. I wish I had known, I wish I had” “the signs were all there Ben” you moan back at him as you undo his fly, the zip sound wrong but so erotic “are you happy you want to do this?” You ask & your hands move to your leggins & knickers to roll them down in a second “im the man, I should be asking you?” He responds in a soft tone. “Are you sure?” He asks & his face for a nano second has turned serious asking for your consent. “Yes Ben I want this, I want you” is your clear response Consenting to his pleasure as you step out of both your leggins & knickers & he reaches into his back pocket to produce a condom. “Yes baby, I promise we will do this properly another time” he rolls his jeans & briefs down to just below his knees & you see him cover his impressive length with the protection.

Ben edges closer to you & starts to raise your dress ready for a clear & swift entrance inside you. “You… you are okay with this… this isn’t your first time?” Ben asks suddenly very much aware he’s about to have sex with a student in the university’s library & not everyone has had sex before “Ben I’d have been even more hesitant if it was, & I’m on the pill” is your response. A small smirk creeps across his face before his lips lock with yours & he pushes hard against you & the shelving. He teases you slightly before he pushing inside you. You moan loudly, he’s girthy & much larger than you have had before. It pinches & pushes all the air out of your lungs. “Beeeennnnn” you growl, feeling so full & satisfied already, desperate for more movement.

Ben doesn’t say a word. He just sighs & thrusts again & you whimper. Your mouth & jaw go slack at the most relaxed but also most sexy feeling you have ever experienced in the world. He lifts your right leg to wrap it around him for a better & more enjoyable for the both of you, his hand gripping your thigh firmly. This hand then moves up your body & towards your mound with the next couple of thrusts, before his thumb, that large thumb that was trailing across your lips, flicks at your bud, you instantly clamp around his cock & moan loudly “yessss Ben” & his other hand covers your mouth “shhhh baby we don’t want to get in trouble now do we, be quiet girl & we can have some fun” & his hips really start to move.

Who’d have thought Ben was so adventurous in not only wanting to have sex with a student, but to do it at 11pm at night, not just in public but in the library where he works & you study. He has thought about you & how your body would feel for months now, when you had sex. But here he is, his length pulsing inside your core making you want to make the most erotic noises in the world, as he drills into you, with his hand over your mouth “shhhhh baby we don’t want to get in trouble do we, save the moaning for another night” he says as he movements become larger & the book case starts to creak that he’s pushed you against harder.

Crash! the first book falls from the shelf with an almighty thump from how fast he is pushing you into the unit. It’s not even a small book. It’s Hockneys complete appendix of British culture. It’s a coffee table book. So if he is thrusting that hard at this early stage, how much faster is he going to go? Your eye glances down at it but then return back to those large dark Carmel’s that are dilating with every second , every pulse & every want he has to make you feel even more of a woman than you already are. He’s so large, he’s making you gasp for every breath. He is giving this all he’s got. “I know you want to moan my love, but keep it down okay” he removed his hand from your mouth, but not before he allows you to suck his thumb. “Ben oh Ben oh baby yes” I whisper trying to not sound so needy & desperate.

He moves with an impressive rhythm. The book case creaking & the occasional book hitting the floor is louder than your collective moans & panting. You feel every thrust inside you making you want so much more. Bens lips move from your face to your neck, sucking & pecking away at it. His hand is now towering over you for balance as he goes & he breathes heavier. Such a large hand capable you now know of many naughty things you can both explore. Your own hands are digging into his hips & shoulders as you try not to scream from pleasure. “Yes Ben” are the hushed tones coming from your mouth “baby oh baby,you’re so good” he replies back. Every time he thinks you are moaning too much, he slows down slightly & he kisses you back on the lips, to remind you to stay silent. The moan he makes as he pulls away & speeds up again is louder than the noise you were previously making.

“Fuck ooh yes, so close, you feel so good…” you’ve reached the point of no return, as these breathy high pitched words leave your mouth. His hips blistering into you, he’s almost there too. He grabs you around the throat which makes you gasp & also shuts you up. It’s not firm but you did not have Ben down for doing that. “Shhh baby, we’ll get in trouble”. He mumbles as 2 more large books fall out of the shelving “don’t…care…” you just about manage to get out before your rendered speechless by the next 3 thrusts that hit the spot & you let go. Your orgasm spiralling through your body. Ben lips shhh you as you go to scream yes. You bite into his bottom lip to try & keep your cry of pleasure down. He’s sent you over the edge. Bens rhythm falls out of sink & the deep shallow growl his voice makes into your mouth, happens as he fills the condom with him own cum. Slowly he stops his movements, & eventually the books stop falling & the shelving once again becomes silent.

You wrap your arms around Bens neck as you both open your eyes which you’d both closed while cuming. His eyes less filled with passion now but still so handsome & so dark & mesmerising. Panting & sighing happening between you both. His hand cups you cheek “you have the most beautiful eyes” you eventually manage to say to Ben & a small grin covers your face in your afterglow. “No I don’t” Ben replies “yours eclipse anyone’s with beauty, they really are the window to the soul” You bring his face into yours for another deep kiss, one full of hope & wanting more than this. Your hand goes up into his hair to caress his head as you make out continues.

“We need to clean this up” Ben say when you eventually break from your embrace & he shimmy’s his briefs & trousers back on after tying off his condom. “We don’t want to piss of the library team do we” you quickly put the books back between you & make sure everything is in as a correct place as possible. “Am I really the puddle inspiration?” Ben asks inquisitively as he adjusts his glasses. The glance from your eyes of pure love tells Ben the truth without you saying a word & he walks up to you & kisses you. “So I’m guessing tonight we created our own version of The Speed of Silence?” You muster once the kiss is over, never wanting to be far apart from those lips again. “You could say that” Ben smiles.

For the next month campus is full of gossip. There are rumours that there was sex in the library & that people heard books crashing & that no one been able to find that Hockney book since, but no one’s taken it out. As someone who doesn’t usually contribute & look like they pay attention to the rumours you find all this funny & really what you want to do, is tell people how right & wrong they are. No one has worked out the it was Ben or you or the both of you. You’ve had sneaky sex since, once in his lecture room when you did sit in on a class & twice in the art supply cupboard, but he’s yet to take you on that date he promised. Maybe all the rumours about Ben being a one off passionate lover were true.

However on the night of art & photography show case, things moved. You stand there explaining to your fellow student’s, alumni & teachers about your project when you hear a voice from behind you. “Why puddles?” Ben says & you turn around & you both beam at each other “whatever caused you to think of that must have had a really deep & meaningful impact on you” “yes it did professor…” you wink at him & Ben turns red & try’s to concentrate on the rest of your talk. Moving uneasily desperate for more.

Once the group you were talking to leaves, Ben slides in behind you “congratulations little miss photoshop, you are the talk of the campus, in more ways than one” His hand slips into yours, that large thumb tracing across your knuckles. “So are you Ben” I glance up towards his face. “I wish this was something more thorough, if I’m honest” you sound a little bit down despite this being your night to shine.

“& it will be” is Bens quick response & his eyes gesture to his bag, which he opens & you gasp. He has the missing Hockey book inside it. “Should we go return this, have a repeat performance & then I can take you out for dinner?” Ben ask. Eyes wide & seductive looking into your soul, once again making everything fly past so fast in your mind but also freezes you in time. You hand trails across his chin. “Took you long enough to ask Ben” He waits for someone to walk past before he kisses your forehead, & then takes your hand. “Your art speaks for itself, let’s go now & give the campus some real gossip to talk about” & Ben leads you out of the exhibition & back to the library, for your own private viewing.

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 6 months

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weekly tag wednesday

tagged by: @samantitheos and @mybrainismelted

Weekly Tag Wednesday - Firsts!

Name: Lem

Age: 32

First Pet? We had an array of different dogs and animals before, but the one I remember solidly as the first one with a name that was there longer than a month was a black pug, her official name was Julianna Opal, why? We got Juliana from the movie Quest for Camelot, and Opal was my brother and dad's birthstone. But her name that stuck was Ding based on the dinging her tags made on her food bowl.

First Word? I think to my mother's dismay it was dada. BUT mom tells this good story about the first time I said fuck. I was about three and she was heavily pregnant with my brother, we were playing with barbies on the floor and i just casually slip a "fuck" between whatever barbie babble I was doing, She calmly asks ("I knew I had to be calm because you were three and if I made a scene you'd say fuck everywhere knowing it was bad because you were a little shit") "where did you hear that word honey?" Thinking I'd say my dad. my reply? "From yooooou"

First Celebrity Crush? oh hell, the only one coming to mind is Adrien Brody, which I know was in middle school because I would print pictures of him off in the school library and keep them in a special folder to look at through the day when class was lame. (no shame)

First IRL Crush? His name was Tommy, starting at least in kindergarten to when he moved in third grade. He promised me a kiss once we both turned 18 too, which he never fulfilled.

First kiss? His name was Marty, we hid in the big tunnel on the playground in first grade and the entire memory is blurry, but I remember that little kiss. Now first KIIIIISS i was 16 and we were watching Tarzan at my house and he just leaned over and kissed me during the opening song, before Tarzan's parents died.

First Car? fuuuuck I loved that thing. a 1991 grand marquis mercury. BEST BOAT ever

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents? I moved in with my best friend (still my best friend) and my boyfriend at the time, into a trailer, three bed two bath, big ass kitchen, I loved the shower/bath it was huuuge.

First time on a plane? Never been on one.

First cellphone? a tracfone

First concert? Fallout Boy right before the pandemic.

First Foreign country you visited? Never been to one.

First sport you ever played? soccer when I was four or five.

First career aspiration? National Geographic photographer

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow". Middle School, wrote a four composition book length book about a girl who fell in love with a werewolf then got kidnapped by the evil werewolf creator and taken to his evil castle in the artic, where she started learning spells and when her beloved came to rescue her she helped kick ass.

Cringingly i tried to read through it and edit it a few years ago and I was APPALLED that I ASKED my 7th grade english teacher to read it and edit my grammar and spelling.

I swear to fuck she and the other teachers must have had discussions about it because they ALL made some comment about my book here and there and asked to be mentioned when I published my first one.

THERE WERE MAKEOUT SCENES

THERE WAS DISNEY SONG INSERTS

SHE THOUGHT JCPENNY WAS A HIGH END FASHION STORE

THE MALE LOVE INTEREST (THE WEREWOLF) HAD NEVER HAD MCDONALDS IN HIS TWENTIES AND SHE INTRODUCED IT TO HIM LIKE IT WAS AMBROSIA AND HONEY

god the flashbacks

I'll tag @witchboywitchboywitchboy @suzy-queued @ian-galagher

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afticxs · 2 months

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TWILIGHT GEARS chapter four

michael had trouble catching up to you with your quick and eager footsteps. he watched as you turned around infront of a door and waited for him to catch up.

“okay, what you’re about to see is..” you trailed off, trying to find a word to describe it. michael piped up for you fucked? but you cringed at the usage of such profanity, “messed up.”

your dad hated using curse words around you. you heard him all the time when he rambled in his office about a failed project, but he didn’t want to raise a daughter who cussed all the time.

the boy smirked, “hit me.”

you tilted your head, blinking a couple times, “um.. what?”

“it’s an expression,” he deadpanned, “show me what’s in there.”

nodding, your hand twisted the key in the lock and michael watched as you pushed open the door. you stepped aside for him to enter first and he obliged, striding in and looking around.

“it’s.. a study room,” he blinked, not looking particularly impressed. you studied how his neck stretched as his head rotated and suddenly his eyes were on yours.

“yes, but there things in here that’s messed up,” you explained, walking past michael and moving the chair so you could get to the drawer. he went back to analysing his surroundings while you went for the file.

would he think you were just as much as a freak as he thought your dad was if you told him? all the doubts were settling in as your trembling hand froze in the air.

you had to take your free hand and wrap it around your wrist to attempt to soothe your nerves. clearing your throat, you asked michael, “would.. would you think differently of me if i showed you this?”

“are you going to pull out a murder weapon and gut me?” the boy joked, turning to you. alarmed, you shook your head frantically, “then no, i won’t.”

taking a deep breath in and out, you opened the drawer and took the file out in swift motion. you held it out to michael who took it and followed your actions as you sat on the floor, cross legged.

he mirrored your form as he read through the file. you could tell when he looked at the pictures, his eyes widening while his fingers picked at the small squares. michael’s eyes drifted down the page, sympathy swirling in his eyes. he then looked back up at the layered pictures, picking the one of your heart from under the top one and the paperclip.

michael’s eyes scanned it multiple times, like he was trying to somewhat get used to what he was seeing. you watched as he put it down, closing the file.

“wow,” he breathed, looking at your solemn gaze, “how are you alive?”

truth be told, michael was interested in how this worked. your heart was being pumped by machinery to keep it functioning. not only that, but everything about you was a mystery. not even your ‘dad’ knew much.

your exhale turned into a short laugh of relief, he didn’t think you were weird!

“i.. i don’t know..” your head turned, “i tried to log into his computer for something or anything that might tell me more than the file but, i don’t know the password.”

“have you tried password?” michael asked, humorously, standing up and extending his hand to help you up. you took it, nodding, “i did.”

the boy looked around again, “maybe your dad hid a clue somewhere in the room.. maybe he wanted this to be a game.”

you huffed, crossing your arms, “it’s not a very fun one..”

“good thing i’m here to play it with you,” michael smirked, brushing his fingers along your dad’s desk. there was another folder of just paperwork on there. flipping it open, michael flicked through he stack of papers like you would to a book, “have you gone through his paperwork?”

shaking your head, you looked over michael’s shoulder as he moved the papers aside one at a time. you watched as he split the papers in half and gave you a side to look through.

taking a seat back on the floor, you looked through his documents. a lot of them were just paperwork for the emergency room he worked at. however, you noticed a few papers in the stack that were addressed to a street in germany.

you recognised it well.

your dad got his medical degree in heidelberg back in 1970 and then came to america for better opportunities. income wasn’t the best after a world war, even with a hefty workload.

you read through it, it was fairly innocent. just a few scrapped letters to old friends and teachers back in his home country. this one was addressed to the university itself, so you guessed it was to an old teacher. you managed to translate it, catching the work mrs a few times in there.

“definitely to a teacher..” you mumbled, moving the paper to the side.

“fuck..” michael grumbled, swinging in the chair like a stroppy child. you turned around as the boy waved the page in the air. tilting your head, you asked michael what was wrong.

“what’s wrong is this language!” michael grunted, making you chuckle. you extended your hand, “it’s german. my dad’s not from here.”

you watched as michael clicked his tongue, “ah.”

“pass them,” you requested, “my dad taught me how to read it.”

in total, there were eight rough copies of letters that were written in your father’s native language. you skimmed over them briefly before sighing, your back slouching in defeat. not noting the rustling behind you, you groaned, “we’re not going to find anything!”

once you buried your face in your hands, michael hummed, “y/n, there’s a sticky note here that i can’t read.”

perking up, you eagerly asked for it. it got passed to you and you looked at it.

“schau dir die fetten zahlen an, mein herz,” you copied just above a whisper. michael raised a brow, “what does that mean?”

“look at the bold numbers, my heart..” you reiterated in english this time. you smiled, “my dad called me his heart a lot, ‘was a harmless nickname.”

you gathered the letters and scanned each of them for numbers. michael had dropped down next to you, examining your progress.

your brows tightened, “where are the numbers?”

in your peripheral vision, you saw michael turn to you like you were slightly dumb. his finger stretched to the top right corners to each of the eight pages, “the dates. i think i saw a bold three in there.”

you smiled, thanking him and looking at all of the dates. there were, infact, bold numbers. you gasped, gathering a three, an eight, two ones, a two, a zero, and a nine.

“so, what is that then?” michael tutted, rolling his eyes but you shushed him, “can you, uh, get me the file please, the one about me?”

“uh, yeah.. yes i can,” michael leant back and stretched his arm up to the desk, patting around for the file before snatching it off.

handing it to you, you smirked, “it’s the date on the file.”

standing up once more, you placed yourself in the chair and tapped in the password. you squealed, clapping your hands, “michael, we did it!”

smiling at you, he nodded, “you did most of it.”

now, it was michael’s turn to watch from over your shoulder. to him, it was a fairly boring discovery because nothing was in it. apart from another secret message in green.

suchen sie im bücherregal in der mittleren reihe nach vhs-massetten..

“look for vhs tapes on the bookshelf for me please,” you asked sweetly, looking at michael, “middle row.”

“gotcha boss,” he winked as he did earlier, moving to the front of the shelf, “erm, it’s just books?”

you glared at him, “actually move them, they aren’t going to be in plain sight.”

“right, right! sorry..” michael rubbed his neck, raising his spare hand to move the books. dull plastic on wood caught his attention as he pulled the book off of the shelf. there were perfectly shaped rectangles to make room for the tapes. he pulled a few more times, only coming out with three.

you thanked him, slipping the first one in. long story short, your heart itself was fragile, it can’t handle intense emotions. it was explaining how you weren’t his to take, he stole you from your place in the morgue, restarted your heart and made it look like you were a patient. before long, he stole you from your room and covered up his tracks. at first you were an experiment to prove that his ideas weren’t a lost cause, however with time he grew to love you like his own child. in the last thirty seconds, your dad mentioned looking down in the basement for more information because he didn’t believe that he would still be alive to tell you himself. but he doubts he would’ve said anything anyways. it seemed fairly recent.

the second tape included his paranoia. it was clearly dark when your dad talked about prying eyes in an oddly complicated yet poetic way. how karma was barking at him, ready to bite him at any given moment. how a stranger with a weird vibe to him struck up a conversation about mechanics. something about creating life. it felt like he knew and was out to get his daughter, meaning you. your father was erratic, his accent becoming thicker with each stressed word. it ended abruptly.

the third was a much older one with an immediate close up of your cut through chest. you and michael both jerked away, you covering your eyes and michael exclaiming multiple disgusted oh god!’s

it was a really short clip, just heavy breathing, a lot of blood and soft crying in the background. it finished with your dad saying that he couldn’t do it.

when the tape ejected, the two of you looked at the label on it. it said i did it. you looked at each other, completely grossed out.

“fuck, fuck..” michael dragged a hand down his face, “your dad is insane!”

you looked at michael, appalled and saddened, your mouth open and your eyes watering, “n-no.. i, i don’t..! he’s not bad.. i don’t get it..”

you just looked defeatedly at michael as he listed things on his fingers, “he’s a criminal, he’s mentally unstable, and he thinks he’s frankenstein! oh my god, what have i gotten myself into..”

he regretted saying his words out loud, seeing how you burst into tears again. you were exactly like a small child. but he didn’t dislike you for it, it made you human. proved that you were.

“shit, i’m sorry,” michael apologised profusely, “i keep making you cry, i’m so sorry.”

this is what you do michael, you fuck everyone up!

“no, it’s understandable,” you sniffled, “god, i wouldn’t want to deal with someone else’s problem if it was this..”

“y/n, i’m not going anywhere,” michael confirmed, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, “it’s fucked, messed up. you pre-warned me and i came in here because i want to help you, not for my benefit, for yours!”

he pulled you in for an embrace. the two of you remained like that for a few seconds before you pulled away. after thanking him, you shut the computer down.

“are you okay now?” michael asked, squeezing your shoulder with care. you shrugged, “could be worse..”

he chuckled, mindlessly wiping a stray tear from your puffy and irritated face, “okay enough to look in the basement?”

you nodded, standing up and gesturing for michael to follow. the basement door was next to the study. you weren’t told necessarily to not go down there, but it gave you the creeps im general, so you chose to avoid it.

michael opened the door for you both and automatically, you grabbed onto his shirt. you muttered how you were scared of the room and never went down into it, so michael happily let you cling to him as you both walked past a point of no return.

#fnaf au #michael afton #michael afton x reader #five nights at freddy's #william afton #fnaf #⚙️ — twilight gears #supernatural #steampunk #dark academia

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