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My entire view of the world is being changed slowly and not foe the better. I don't remember being this cynical or mean.
#im probably gonna change professions#i think im gonna quit my art school#and get into physics instead#and work on a mathematics degree or something#im so tired of working with flimsy artist#emotional artists#I need something stable#something i can count of#like math
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DONT BE LATE | PROFESSER TOM RIDDLE
please enjoy!! do not copy, steal, or use any of my work :))
SUMMARY: y/n is failing professor riddles class so she goes to "speak" with him after class
WARNINGS: SMUT, dub con, Sub!Reader, Dom!tom, Manipulation, Begging, Spitting, choking, fingering, virgin reader, age gap
MINORS DNI!!!
CHARACTERS: Slytherin reader x professer riddle
A/n: this might be confusing but bare with it, reader is 16!!!
you had recently been failing professor riddles class so he had asked you to stay behind so you guys could have a little "chat" about extra credit and other things... as he described it. you were currently on the way to his classroom, it was 8:30 at night, he said this was the only time he wasn't busy.
you were still in your school uniform cause you didn't have time to change out of them you knocked on his classroom door, it immediately opened like he was waiting there for you. "your 30 minutes late y/n." he said looking at you in the eyes which instantly makes you nervous each time "i-im sorry professer, i-i lost track of time" you said while stuttering
he smirks and move to the side so you can enter the room.
it was weird being in the classroom at night, it was quiet and empty "take a sit ms. L/n" he says while taking a sit at his desk. you do the same but on the other side of the desk
"as you know you are failing this class y/n" "im very disappointed in you"
you look down
he then gets up and walks over to the other side of the desk your sitting on hovering over you.
"i-im sorry i-i just b-been" he stopped you before you could finish your sentence by putting his finger to your lips shushing you. you looked up at him confused
"i dont care for your excuses y/n. now get up" he demanded
you looked up at him confused but did it anyway
"now bend over the desk for me"
you looked at him in horror. you were his student and he was your professor
many of the girls in Hogwarts had a crush on professor riddle, i mean come on he was in his mid 20s, handsome, and tall with pale skin, jet black hair, and dark brown eyes.
you had to admit he was quite handsome but this was wrong...
"w-what?"
"dont make me repeat myself" he said with a stern look
"no!, wha- thats disgusting"
you stormed past him towards the door but he grabs your arm, pulls you back, and slams you onto his desk face first
"i told you i dont like repeating myself"
"oww get off of me" you groaned
he lifts up your uniform skirt and pulls down your underwear admiring the view
"p-professor stop" you begged
"keep begging, i like it when they do that"
he spit on his finger and sticks it in you going in and out. you were a moaning mess
"gosh your so tight" "are you a virgin?" he asked while sticking another finger into you
you were a whimpering mess you couldn't even answer his question.
he suddenly pulls his fingers out, you groan loudly "answer the question and i will continue"
"i- uh yea." you said nervously
he then flips you over on your back, takes his belt off, he pulls his pants down then his boxers
your eyes widened at the length of his cock it was probably 7 maybe 8 inches and it wasn't just long it was thick too
"uh professor, that isn't g-gonna fit" you said with fearful eyes
he laughed.
he jerked his length off then lined himself up with your slit and then began to push the tip in
you whimpered and tried to push him off but he kept pushing in
"relax."
he pushed all the way in without warning. you yelped out in pain "shut up." he then stars thrusting into you slowly, you could feel the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot he then starts to speed up. "profesor" you whimpered he then takes it out and pushes it all the way in. you let out a pornography moan you didn't know you could do. you start to feel that feeling in your stomach that your friends always tell you about. "yea you like that slut" he groaned as he came, you soon came right after him he then pulled out and put his boxers and pants back on
you pulled your underwear back up your shaky legs and grabbed your stuff so you could leave. he grabbed your arm
"tomorrow 8:00pm dont be late."
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Thinking about how Vox's identity in Hell is seemingly completely separate from whatever his identity was when he was alive. Like, he has a different name(because there is no way a man from the 50s was named fucking VOX), a different face, different friends, and despite probably being in the same industry, his current job is DEFINITELY not the same one he had when he was alive. Nothing really carried over for him. He is, essentially, a completely different person in Hell from whoever he was when he was alive. Which is already a really interesting thing to explore in a character, but gets even more interesting when you pair it with how little has changed for Alastor. Al seems to be just a pallette swapped version of what he looked like as a human with a slightly worse haircut, has pretty much the exact same profession(serial killer radio host), and is the only character that is confirmed to still hang out with at least one person he knew when he was alive.
They're more then the embodiment of TV vs Radio, they're the embodiment of Change vs Stagnation. Vox keeps changing himself until he becomes borderline unrecognizable, while Alastor is basically a time capsul. I've completely run out of steam because it's like 2:30 AM and I'm basically brain dead, but I still find that dichotomy SO INTERESTING. These two are really interesting.
Edit: Y'all Im 100% gonna make a follow up to this because there is so much that I just can't articulate properly rn that I want to add on to this-
#hazbin hotel#hazbin vox#hazbin alastor#staticradio#late night ramblings#gal overanalyzes random shit
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BEHIND THE CURTAINS OF KNOWING YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE
No one asked for this, but I wanted to see if anyone else has these issues and if so I wanted to let you know that you’re not alone! So hello and welcome to my beautiful literature podcast on things I’ve experienced since knowing who my future spouse is!
For a little context, my future spouse (based on right now and if things go to plan lmao) is an influencer, but they won’t be an influencer by the time we meet, I’ve known about this connection between us for a year now.
I don’t hate the fact that they’re going to be out of influencing by the time we are together, however I don’t like that they’re gonna leave me for hours a day, like what do you mean you have to actually go out and go to work while I’m sad and alone at home?
I personally feel as though it’s one of the most isolating experiences, I feel like I need to be loyal to them although they’re probably not being loyal to me. I feel weird thinking about other people, and I’ve rejected an amount of love offers since, I was in a situationship recently that I ended since I knew that me and this dude would only date to date, and not date to marry. I don’t think I ever want to subject someone to dating me while I know that I’m going to end up with someone else, like I can give times, names, dates, it’s insane. My friends don’t understand it as they think it’s stupid to devote myself to someone who I may not even end up with based on timing (I will, or I’ll die) however I feel I know that I want to end up with this person, so why would I want to ruin that?
Dating and marrying this person links heavily into my career decisions, I’m working on going into the music industry, it’s so stagnant as I don’t know where to go after writing music, like how do I produce this shit??? So if we don’t end up together, it means I haven’t made it in the industry as I hoped I would.
Even when they do stupid stuff online that I don’t agree with, I feel like I need to be there to support them, like they’ve been semi cancelled a few times in the last 2 years and I’ve stepped back, moved onto something else but then been like “oh damn, my monkeys, my circus 😔” WHICH IS SO???? It’s certainly frustrating, that’s the best way to explain it.
Luckily for me, this bro is lonely, ain’t got no one to share a bed with, waiting for me fr fr lmaooo. But I hate seeing people say stuff about them like “I ship them with X” or saying something inherently out of pocket about them, although I’ll never voice it, it makes me feel so territorial, and I don’t even have the right to do that right now!!
Again back with the influencing stuff, they have a persona, I feel worried because what if I’m only into the person they perform as for their audience, and not their authentic self? And what if they end up feeling the same?? I mean Im assuming not since we’re gonna get married, but still brotherrrr.
Watching their downfall sucks, I feel privileged to be able to check up on this person every now and then since they’re public, but based on our connection and the next 2 years, their career is only taking a downwards turn until they change their profession, and then by then they might hop offline forever and I’ll die until we meet! (I’m very dramatic)
Constantly doubting myself and looking for more confirmation, someone could slap it into my face and I’d still question the authenticity until we are married with 5 kids, 3 cats and a dog (I don’t want 5 kids actually, that was a lie)
I like watching edits of them on TikTok, that’s a pro.
Thank you for entertaining my 3am thoughts!!
#tarot#tarotblr#tarotcommunity#divination#spirituality#future spouse#tarot witch#future#spiritual awakening
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Saaaaaam congratulations on the milestone !!!!!! Looove the new event idea (and now that I’m online just in time for once and not late shellfish id like to join if you don’t mind,,,)
I’ll be asking for me and the resident loser… (narumi)
Our more or less of a tradition goes as: parading around the city and picking a spot to spend our time having a little date of sorts. Then returning home and beginning the food preparations as well as drinks. I’m definitely monitoring his alcohol as his lightweight ass cannot be trusted and I cannot risk any mishaps or accidents in the kitchen on a holiday eve. Me? It’s cocktail after cocktail baby! After a while I’ll grow bored of preparing and it’ll just be 2/3 vodka 1/3 some fruit juice in my favorite glass.
Then once it’s time to get to dining room as guests (friends) come over, it’ll be a drink fitting of the food we prepared served. Then it’s just a jolly mix of eating and drinking and talking and probably some awful karaoke attempts by Kafka and tachibana. Then a little gift exchange and games! Sadly taboo xl and catan are banned on holidays as some of us… (cough cough) get a little too headed. Regular taboo words is fine thankfully. Gen is Not pleased when Hoshina and I are on the same team and have this awfully good in sync…. As the night wears of everyone either goes their way and closer friends or those who we planned for to stay over beforehand stay:3
But the day before this and the following few days is just gen and I lazying around and enjoying the times, pretending life is always like this (save for an urgent last minute call in from our jobs…)
THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY!!! Again congrats!!! Can’t wait to see more stuff from uuuuuuuu 💕🫶
DANYLLL (ˊᗜˋ*)!♡ You have no idea how excited I am to see you coming in here to collect your loser.
Listen Narumi and you is just canon, I'm sorry I dont make the rules I just enforce them. Also, never ever apologize for yapping to me, I could listen to you with stars in my eyes. I love hearing about everyones selfships. I adore seeing the thought and care that goes into them and it just makes me happy. Gives me the opputrunity to shut up every now and then LMAO
I'm just gonna say it, Gen is literally obsessed with you, sorry. Like this man didnt know that he needed anyone in his life until he met you and now he cant imagine his life without you. He can just be authentially himself with you and he couldnt ask for anything else. Man's a certified simp. ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა Enough of my yapping tho I hope you enjoy!
Suprise! A little drabble for you (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.゚
Narumi nuzzled his nose deeper into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your midsection, looking identical to a koala with the way his frame had curled around yours. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system making him sentimental, having been cut off quite some time ago. He watched the side of your face as you spoke, used to his shenanigans that you had become an expert in holding a conversation despite your boyfriend clinging to you. Normally he would whine for your attention, leading to you teasing him about his behavior. But for now he was content, you in his arms, your fingers carding through his hair as you and Rin talked about something. He had tuned it out too focused on taking in your features.
Today had really been the perfect day. He spent the whole day by your side, which given your profession, was a rarity in and of itself. Waking up with you in his arms had already put him in a good mood, then to spend the day together and being joined by your friends? Yeah that’s all he wanted.
He had never been a huge holiday person, growing up with no family he never really saw the fuss about the holidays. Saw it more of a hassle than anything, ringing them in alone and doing nothing special. Now, though? He just hoped he got to spend every one just like this. His home had always been quiet, desolate, cold. It was one of the reasons he detested the winter. But you changed that, you kept him warm. The laughter that filled the room, games being played, songs being sung. It warmed his chest in a way he wasn’t used to. He enjoyed having everyone here (even the bowl cut bastard though he would rather die than admit it.)
He watched you interact, a small smile resting on his lips as he nuzzled deeper into your neck, pressing sweet kisses against your skin. He just wanted it to be like this always and with you by his side he knew he would do anything to keep you right here. Looking up from you his eyes lock with Hoshina’s a smug smile on his features, an obvious dig about how clingy he was being with you. He raised his middle finger to the other man. Okay so maybe he lied, he can leave and then it would be perfect.
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i feel like if i ever released my notes for CADAVER ppl would really realize how fucking unhinged i was writing that whole thing like. its actually buck wild. Honestly i'll go ahead and post it for funsies cuz I think getting to see the ideas n stuff behind ppl's work is cool, so someone out there will probably appreciate this.
some fun behind the scenes notes about it under the read more if you're interested in a mad man's ranting
my notes about what aspects of Vincent/Cid should stay the same and what parts i felt were fine to mess with.
originally i was gonna lean WAY more into Vincent being a traditional vampire rather than a horrible amalgamation of man and demon, to the point he would just straight up be hunting n whatever. I scrapped that in favor of just making him mostly immortal and can eat/drink regular stuff for fun but wants to feed off of Cid cuz bloodlust and also regular lust
i literally kept rewriting the Vague Overarching plot of Cadaver and then randomly, in the middle of the document put 'Vampire Vincent x Hunter Cid' as if this would fucking mean ANYTHING to me later. I think I was literally half asleep when i put that in. It's hilarious. I don't know why it's there or that far down. Also this was me trying to decide how close to Red Snow I wanted it to be, and originally it was gonna be Pretty Fuckin Close but I scrapped that.
hilarious that "THINGS FOR SURE" first plot point wasnt even fuckin used lmao. Also originally Vin was gonna be turned into a vampire AND THEN had chaos implanted, rather than chaos being the thing to turn him. wack. I dont even remember writing that.
i need yall to know i saw a fucking dragon outfit for fli/ght ri/sing that literally permanently altered the course of Cadaver. I'm not kidding. Someone had a cool dragon outfit preset thing for a deadzone investigator and it inspired me so much I changed Cid's profession to that. Seriously.
im so mad i wasn't able to use that stellar fucking line i cooked up at the bottom, but yall get to see it now. but yeah originally the presentation was gonna Actually Be A Presentation and then i realized 'i dont want to fucking write that, that's boring as shit' so I didn't. also i ended up making rufus way more hands-off cuz i just. dont know his character that well and didnt want to start in the middle of a huge plotfic thats not about him
these are dead ass all my notes for Cadaver. like. that's it. no chapter by chapter set up or plan or anything like that. I literally wrote about 2000 words of rambling notes, went 'yeah thats good enough' and ripped out a 63k word fic in like 3 weeks. i dont know. i dont know. its crazy.
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hi fox! for the OC asks:
21 for Chen'astra and Minisstra, 6 for Fae and Howl, and 25 for Iphis
hi space!! ty for the ask 💛
21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy?
Chen/Ang'dra- Blood- In This Moment
Minnie & Rhynsana- okay admittedly i did not have a song for them (i know. im the song-as-blorbo writer) so i reserve the right to change this answer; im gonna go with another ITM song. im gonna say In The Air Tonight. i just think it's more about the tension, because they can't outright kill each other
6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?
Howl would be a funeral home director, and probably have a little witchy etsy shop on the side
my heart's telling me indie musician and florist for Fae and i can't pick so they're also getting 2 gigs. makes sense for them to have a main job while they're working on their music career
25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?
i think he is a little bit, he doesn't sing all the time but i could see him humming a little tune while doing some menial task. Minnie finds it amusing
oc asks!
#in-fox#c: iphis nydalla#c: minisstra eradia nydalla#c: howl willowstep#c: chena'stra frival#c: faeryl drathir'knif
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Hello! Just a quick question: how did you realise you want to be an attorney (not a law enthusiast or someone interested in pursuing it as a profession, simply a senior in highschool who is a little lost in life)?
hi! first of all — it’s normal to not know what you want to do at your age. your life is gonna take a ton of twists and turns and you’ll look back on this time in the future and be so glad you didn’t have everything figured out.
the short answer is that I realized I actually wanted to be an attorney uh. my third year of law school.
the long answer is this:
i went into college wanting to be a doctor. i was a biology major for the first two years of undergrad. i transferred schools after freshman year. i changed from pre-med to pre-nursing. i failed chemistry three times. my third year of undergrad i changed to a Spanish degree because it was the only thing i had enough credits in to still graduate in four years. i knew i’d probably wind up a teacher, which i wasn’t crazy about, but it was a job, and id be helping people — which was why i wanted to be a doctor in the first place. i took the lsat Junior year at my mothers insistence. “just in case”.
my junior year of college I worked as an assistant manager at a Jamba Juice. it blew — i’d get in at 5 to open the store at 6, then work until my class at noon. on my early morning commute id listen to the news. at the time, the stories about ICE’s family separation policy were just coming out. i was horrified. I wanted to do something.
i took a job as an assistant at an immigration law firm that summer. it was a lot of translation and research at minimum wage. but i got to watch my boss work. and her work was incredible. her clients were incredible. i wanted to be like her. to help people.
i worked my ass off to pull up my grades. i got into law school. i went right after undergrad.
one semester in, i called my father sobbing. i knew it wasn’t right for me. for the first time in my life i felt stupid. there was no way i’d make it through three years of this shit. and even if I somehow managed to graduate, i was going to be a terrible lawyer.
my dad is a doctor. he loves his job. he loves his patients. from what im told, he’s great at what he does.
when I finally managed a coherent sentence, i asked him when he knew that his career was right for him. when he knew he actually wanted to be a doctor. he paused, and then he laughed, and he said, with total sincerity: “my third year of residency.”
for some reason, that made me hang in there. maybe it shouldn’t have. for the first two years of my three year program, I HATED being a lawyer. it was miserable. i hated the people i went to school with, hated the values they had.
i took an internship position the summer after second year at a family law firm, drafting briefs and motions. my third year i worked as a student attorney for the school’s immigration legal aid clinic, representing clients in their deportation proceedings. for the first time, i liked what I was doing. it made sense. it felt right. THAT was when I knew I wanted to be an attorney. when i actually got a chance to do it. not before.
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Hi Stiff!! Kinda wanted to ask since I wanna get into the game but if, in theory, you were to try making a watcher (like yes, those ones) in gw2, which combo of profession + race would work best?
I'm like fully new to it so absolutely willing to learn a difficult profession for the aesthetics, like it looks really fun so I wanna give the game a shot even tho I've been a mainly support and subdps player so I'm very lost ^^;;;
OH MY GOSH OKAY. SO.
I think any race could work for this one but im gonna give you a quick summary of each race so you can pick which one you think would fit the best:
Human- pretty standard. They worship 5 different gods, each god representing a different thing of course. Wisdom, war, beauty, etc.
Norn- bigger humans. They are connected in a way to a spirit. You can pick one of four animal spirits, each of them focusing on something a bit different.
Charr- big war kitties. They are a war based race amd they pick their own families. They grow up in fahrars and then pick their warband and join a legion. Their warband is like their family. Theyre not big softies- being soft is considered weak.
Asura- small but smart. Theyre innovators and scientists and other professions like that. They linda believe they should be the ruling race based on their higher intelect.
Sylvari- very curious, a new race. They aren't born but awaken fully grown. Their basic knowledge is gathered when theyre growing up in their pod. Some sylvari have a dream which they then follow once awaken, like destiny or smt. They are also connected to the pale tree, who is like their mother.
I think each one could work well.
Now for the profession. I would pick one of these:
Mesmer- they use illusion magic. Mostly dps but can be used as boon support as well. They create clones of themselves to confuse the enemy. Chronomancers, the heart of thorns specialization for this class, also have the ability to "softly" time travel. They can also make portals and help people get over jumping puzzles etc.
Guardian- great support class, but also great dps. They have a lot of supportive abilities and can provide both healing and a boon support. The specialization firebrand also uses spells from books (which looks cool as hell since your character just whips out a book and papers float around you)
Revenant- this one you unlock only if you have the expansion heart of thorns. Revenants use the skills and powers from dead heroes (well, not only heroes but. Yknow) of their world. They are attuned to the mists (a sort of after life lets say) which lore wise i would think fits watchers pretty well. A great dps class but can be used for boon support or the rare healer
A note: each class has 3 specializations. One for each expansion. If you have the expansions you can unlock and use the specializations. Each spec adds a new weapon your class can use and a bunch of new abilities. Its a new way to play the class basically! Also, the expansions are the only thing that require real life money to buy. The rest you can unlock in game or change the in-game money for gems! Gems are the currency you can get for real life money. Some you can trade gems for gold and gold for gems.
So if you decide to buy the expansions, you dont have to pay for anything else. Theres no subscription.
I hope this somewhat makes sense at least.
I personally would probably go with a sylvari mesmer but im biased towards sylvari as theyre my favorite race. And mesmer because i think mesmers are cool.
Anyway i hope you enjoy the game!!!
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its a privilege to be able to have choices of what to do in life, of course. but its fucking scary to choose what your future will be.
someone told me that if i dont know what i want in life, i should find out what i dont want by trying as many different things as i can.
i have tried going to dance academy for one year. im not going to be a dancer.
people tell me i should attend the last year anyway. and sure i dont know what might happen, i might have a massive breakthrough and change my mind. but i dont think im mentally equipped for this profession.
maybe its worth it for other reasons, for my friends and unique experiences living in the city. but on the other hand i could give up my space to someone who is really passionate about this.
if i should do something else i guess i should try the things i wanted the future me to be doing while i was at school.
going to university, bible school, au pairing, backpacking, living abroad somehow, basic military training. but i dont think i ever thought i could really do those things. i feel like all i could actually do is move home to work in the care home and i dont think i want that.
so ill probably end up staying another year although, right now, i really dont want to. it fills me with dread, i feel like i wont be able to handle it.
its too late in the year now to decide anything else for the fall anyway.
thats the problem, i dont want anything enough to actually plan for it, ill just end up wherever i end up.
honestly i cant remember if i ever actually liked dancing or if i just happened to start and simply kept on it because i couldn’t be bothered to quit. maybe ive just lost my joy in dance because of all the pressure.
i really dont feel like im good at dancing. im self conscious of my movements and uncomfortable way more often than before. i dont like to look at myself moving in the mirror and i rarely watch the videos with me in them.
i dont have the passion or the motivation or even the joy from movement anymore.
maybe its time to try something else. but what if i end up wondering for the rest of my life what i could have achieved?
fucking hell its nerve wracking to have your whole future ahead of you.
i mean i do have my entire life to try those things. i have time to waste another year here, trying a little harder to see what will happen.
but there are other resources than time to consider. do i have the mental capacity? i guess, i’ve made it through this year (not very smoothly but i have). and then theres the money, which i will earn this summer. but it kinda sucks to spend all that money if im just going to suffer the whole time.
my mind is spinning so fast my head is gonna fall off one of these days. i need someone to tell me what to think.
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'The unwitting Nerevarine, getting absolutley DEMOLISHED by rats while the late Indoril Nerevar watches disappointedly from the spirit realm' - circa 3E 427
#so i bought morriwind finally#i really love it!#but FUCK is it hard#i grew up on skyrim- so the leveling makes almsot no sense to me#im probably gonna have to start over tbh#pick a class and sign that actually matches my playstyle#poor bard Balna... shes about to have a change in profession#im probably gonna be doing a lot with her btw!!!#she's my nerevarine her names balna windchaser!!! shes a dunmer and shes always really sleepy#poor nerevar really regrets choosing her as his next life 😔
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Diluc cheatingg <333
P.s im trying to make this as gender neutral so sorry if something seems more feminine then masculine or more masculine than feminine idk but im trying lol
Pov:you had noticed diluc was getting more and more distant but you never expected him to dump you for another lover.
Diluc
"The day he left me, was the day that i died.."
It was a rainy day that fell upon the winery, you've been doing commision's all day in the rain
You knew you'd probably be sick the next day if you didn't hurry back
You gave your last commision's to Bennet and he was more then thrilled
You set off to dawn winery
Letting out a long sigh you said "finally at home."
Diluc was usually at the tavern as he's been taking more shifts recently you dont mind much sense it isn't that far so you can always go there to see your lover.
It was so quiet when you walked in although the maids were still there, all they did was stare at you nervously and pitifully yet had a glint of anger that was not at all directed towards you.
Walking up the stairs into your shared bedroom you showered and dressed, turning off the lights and going under the covers to sleep.
You started to hear chatter and realized it was Dilucs voice so you got up out of bed and walked towards where his voice was coming from.
Looking inside the room you saw Diluc and another person.
The person would make you insecure if you had been in the beginning of your relationship with Diluc ,but sense you've been together for years it didn't.
They got up and started getting closer to Diluc
It made your stomach feel like a pit
You watched more thinking to yourself "nothings gonna happen" "its probably just a buisness partner"
Until your supposed lover who cherished you for years and had even talked about marrying you.
He started getting handsy and started kissing them.
You ran to your room and the running made loud steps, you knew they heard when they opened to door to see you running and turning the corner sobbing.
"Shit.." Diluc said loudly while he saw you
The person with him left, they didn't want to be involved in the situation
Running to your shared bedroom you started changing and packing up everything you owned.
Leaving behind the things Diluc bought you and throwing your promise ring hard enough for it to shatter .
Diluc was just in time to see the broken ring and your bags ready to leave.
He looked pale and guilty, not even looking your way , he was trying to profess that he was innocent and it was for a mission to learn more about the abyss , but you listened to none of his bullshit.
readying your bag dropping it out the windows and looking back at him you said "i cannot believe i even loved you". Finally Leaving him behind, crying while you left knowing it was the right thing to do yet it left a stabbing sensation in your heart, you may not have been hurt physically but your pride took a huge blow knowing that the person that you thought reciprocated being madly inlove with, decided to betray you just for a mission.
Diluc running out frantically looking for you as the rain got harder yelling out your name "Y/N! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?" you started running and sobbing not even caring how cold you felt, leaving him and the people you cared about behind.
#diluc x you#diluc angst#genshin diluc#diluc x reader#diluc ragnvindr#y/n#angst no comfort#pt1#genshin impact#genshin angst
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sleeping w two-bit would include? (love ur writing! OwO)
heya birdie! thanks sm for requesting (: you didn't specify if this was sfw or nsfw so i just assumed it was sfw, like you're sleeping beside him lol. thank you, im glad you enjoy my writing! i got inspired to write these kinda spur of the moment thing so sorry if they're not really well written, it's bc i didn't really edit them lmaoo - mae
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Sleeping with Two-bit Hc's (sfw):
° Let's just start off with the fact that Two-bit Matthews is the biggest cuddler out of the whole entire gang and you cannot change my mind!
° Honestly, you're wrapped up in his arms the second you both get into bed.
° Sporadic tickle fights will occur when you both get into bed, and he won't stop until you declare something lame like how he's the best in the entire world. What a loser lmaoo
° He's pretty talkative, so giggle fests are incredibly commonplace when you're both sleepy.
° Did I also mention that Two's an honest to god human radiator? Like I hope you didn't want any covers because he's warm as hell.
° Speaking of covers, he's a blanket snatcher and hogger, it's why you end up sleeping on his back now.
° Buries his big head into the crook of your neck or chest because Two is soft y'all! Try to change my mind!
° His even breathing is like music to your ears, and he looks so comfy and peaceful when he sleeps. Lmaoo you don't actually watch him sleep, you just glance for like a second.
° Spooning is the only valid thing here, and yes, you do attempt to big spoon him and it's wholesome asf. It makes him laugh.
° He holds onto you like a koala bear and you don't mind because it's comfy as hell.
° Oh yeah, if things aren't comfy, expect for Two-bit to like move around a bunch until he's gotten comfy.
° And sometimes he just a big dickhead and moves when things are comfy to get a reaction out of you and istg this one time you got up and were gonna leave.
° "Babe no! Come back!" He choked out between laughs, hauling your ass back into bed with him.
° "You're such an ass, Two! I was comfyyyyyy" honestly you sounded like your world was ending (which it was) …
° Lmaoo he probably Dutch ovens you dhshdgwbahshe
° His sleepy voice though!!! Like who gave this man the right to sound like that???
° Kisses your forehead and temple a lot.
° I swear he can't sleep without having some sort of contact with you.
° Sometimes you wake up and he's grabbed your hand or your ass… It's mainly your ass but we don't talk about that.
° He mumbles in his sleep.
° He also snores like all hell. Like pls shove a pencil up his nose for christ sake!
° Two-bit star fishes like its a profession.
° He takes up all of the room, but he says it's just so he can wake up to you on top of him, ayeeee!
° Honestly, don't expect to get up in the mornings because Two-bit's gonna be snuggling with you for a solid two hours before he even thinks of getting up.
° If you can't sleep, he'll play with your hair for a little while before he messes it up.
° Honestly, he loves messing with you when you sleep. You're no stranger to the shaving cream in your hand, tickled by a feather on your face prank and unfortunately you fall for it every single goddamn time!
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I always have mixed feelings about Jedi!Leia, like, on the one hand, she’d be SO powerful, and that’d be so cool to see. Literally all I wanted as a kid was to see Leia kick some ass w/ the Force, AND SHE COULD. She’s literally the embodiment of protective instincts and justice. But on the other hand, she’d be SO POWERFUL, and Leia is... an angry person. She has every right to be, too, but that kind of thing doesn’t vibe well with ‘partially-trained powerhouse’. But then on the other side of THAT, her NOT using the force feels like denying an important part of who she is and what she could do, and Leia is the sort to do EVERYTHING SHE CAN for those she loves and feels responsible for.
Do you think she’d do the responsible thing (Anakin could never) and more or less give her powers a hard pass, or do you think she’d figure out some way to make them work for her?
There are a lot of ways to channel the force, right?
Jedi Knights are trained in the most obviously badass methods, with the clearest physical impacts. But the jedi order had other branches (and I realize canon's probably a mess about those so good thing im overwhelmingly informed by fanon).
I think wanting to be a jedi knight is similar to wanting to be a firefighter or cop- it's a job that's description involves saveing people and ALSO comes with the chance to kick down a door. That's appealing, and necessary sometimes. But unfortunately not all problems can be solved by breaking a window dramatically with a chair, and fortunately there are other ways to do good.
So we've got medicorps- force healing and using that understanding of the living force to direct medical research.
Exploracorps- these are the jedi who probably use the force most in the way that untrained forcesensitives do, but on purpose. the successful spacers are the ones who listen to their 'instincts' and 'gut feelings' when 'something' tells them to drop out of hyperspace now or approach that stranger over there. There's an energy field that binds the universe together. People who listen to it when it's loud or follow it when its twisting around something are probably going to be more successful in general, and that edge is going to be most OBVIOUS in high risk professions.
We've got agricorps- and kriff as someone whose done hands on conservation and farm work isn't that one dreamy. A trained jedi who can just reach their hands into a layer of soil and over the course of a year speed up nitrogen fertilization and healthy root growth and all those other things that might take a hundred years to make a noticeable impact DAMN. I'm not saying it's as cool as being a knight, backflips and laser swords are objectively cooler but it's definitely as HELPFUL if not way more so.
And then educorps and diplocorps right? That last one might be fandom so let's talk educorps- how do you use the force to teach? If i could read a kids mind to understand what they didn't understand sure maybe it would be creepy but it would honestly be more helpful and less fucked up then all the impacts of repeated testing! Do you have any idea how much less stressful your education would have been if you never had to take a test because your teacher just KNEW what you were struggling with and partnered you with another student and overt the course of a conversation it all clicked into place? If you could just clear the bad vibes out of a classroom with a wave of your hand when something scary happened in the community, allowing children in low income areas to critically think and learn without the interference of a prolonged stress response, thus giving them the opportunity to excel in the way their core world peers do? Karking one generation of psychically enhanced education, just doing that alone, could lift a planet out of institutional poverty.
And then diplomacy, politics. I'm not sure if this a cadet branch of the jedi order or LITERALLY their primary role prior to disenfranchisement and conscription. Either way it's leia's chosen profession pre and post original trilogy, and I'm gonna say she could ABSOLUTELY be doing that as a trained jedi.
Well as trained as any jedi can be at that point in the timeline.
There's one really good au out there about crechemaster anakin. And honestly? If you have severe trauma and anger issues, your culture should probs be encouraging you towards pursuing a career that does not include violence. Maybe before their numbers were depleted and conflicts became increasingly violent, the most volatile jedi were encouraged as far from physical ass kicking as possible, not out of exclusion, but because it's only going to make their problems worse, while creating brand new problems for everyone else. The tendency of the culture I live in to encourage people with violent tendencies to become cops and soldiers has CAUSED SOME ISSUES FOR EVERYONE, INCLUDING THE COPS AND SOLDIERS. Look there's no such thing as a rule that's perfect for everyone but as far as healthy outlets for agression go, vulnerable people in high risk situations are really low on the list.
Yeah so jedi leia would probably be taught how to Not accidently on purpose kill people with her brain by willing their spaceships to crash into asteroids or screwing with their blasters in a firefight so they consistently miss, or all the other ways she unintentionally but gleefully force murdered people in the original trilogy.
And then she'd be taught to use her skywalker-bullshit-level powers for politics.
And holy SHIT.
Do you know how many problems are caused by miscommunication? In international security theory, rational actors pretty much ONLY go to war because of unavoidable communication errors. If you could have a trusted neutral party guaranteeing treaties with demonstable magic SO much less military spending would happen. I'm sorry but that is LITERALLY how the vatican became a political powerhouse. As it lost its credibility, so many wars happened. So many.
And that's just one of the big most clear cut things.
Domestic politics? Government reform? Jedi politicians would be INSANE. I - look.
When a policy workgroup is trying to make a change in a democratic society they genuinely try to use mind tricks. Fearmongering is the easiest- imagine if the nra was able to put a little force suggestion behind the idea that criminals were trying to break into your home and murder your family and if you give up your gun then only criminals will have guns. You're already scared- and now there's a supernatural element pushing it along.
On the other side of the political spectrum, again, the most successful campaigns uh, also involve fear, the left is just less good at structuring the entire argument in those terms (shame is the more common go to). Pushing the fear that anyone could get sick and lose everything, even you. You could get cancer and lose your job and then you wouldn't have insurance so that's why EVERYONE needs government health insurance. Shaming anyone who does racist shit publically was so effective that racist people started getting so quiet that they accidentally raised way less racist children.
A jedi would be unbelievably effective with the 'negative' emotion public outreach, but that might be darkside stuff. 'righteous' emotion driven social change does happen sometimes, compassion is at start of most human rights movements.
Tho not going to lie anger and shame is kindof what keeps those movements going so...
Jedi Politician Leia using vaapad to reshape the galaxy?
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May I request something anything fluffy with male reader with Sero and/or Kenma if u want to od just one of them pls Sero im desperate for him QAQ
Okokokso I was GONNA do drabbles, but I kinda went a little over board with them, so they’re kinda mini fics?? Like they aren’t as long as my usual fics but it’s longer that what people call a Drabble? I’m def proud of them so pls pls enjoy
Seros is under the cut, and kenmas is under seros !
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Sero x reader - Interesting
⚠️warnings - none
Pronouns - male, he/him
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First days of school were always kinda rough.
No one knew anyone, nor what anyone’s quirk was. You had power until someone found out you had a stupid quirk-or no quirk at all. It was an unfair hierarchy yet to be overthrown.
“Ne ne-Mina-Chan, right?” A soft spoken, (h/c) boy piped up as he walked towards Minas seat. Even if he was on the softer side, that wouldn’t stop him from making a friend or two.
Mina chuckled and gave (y/n) a short, animated, description of her quirk. It was acid apparently, and had nothing to do with her looks.
Sero absentmindedly followed (y/n) around the classroom as he asked people what their quirk was. He was hoping he’d miss him. He didn’t want someone to comment on how he got into the hero course with a boring quirk like hi-
“You’re Sero-kun, right?”
Seros blood ran cold. He shifted in his seat to face the boy standing beside him, arms resting on the back of his chair. He was awfully close, and his hard, but soft gaze seemed to make him melt into his seat. He didn’t know why though. It was probably due to the fact that he was about to disappoint him with his quirk.
“Yeah...that’s me alright. What can I do you for?” Sero jabbed a fist into his chest, trying to seem as cool as possible to make up for everything else. (Y/n) smiled.
“I was wondering, since I saw something kinda bulking out of your elbow sleeves. What’s you quirk, Sero-Chan?”
Damn, already with the ‘Chan’? The black haired boy gulped and pulled up his sleeve. “Well-I can shoot tape out of my elbows. It’s nothing interesting, I know...I’ve heard it plenty of times...”
Sero ripped a small piece of tape off from his elbows, and stuck it onto (y/n’s) blazer. He hadn’t met his eyes yet, fully expecting him to be disappointed or underwhelmed. Instead, he felt a finger lift his chin up to face the boy standing in front of him.
“I think your plenty interesting, Sero-chan.”
It was only now that Sero seemed to notice how the morning, sleepy light flooded into the classroom, making (y/n) glisten and glow like an angel infront of him. His finger was still on his chin, but he was harboring a soft, clad smile, full of genuine interest and kindness.
The raven haired boy broke out from his trance when (y/n) peeled off the tape from his button up and stuck it tentatively onto Seros nose. He flinched slightly, before his cheeks burned a pinkish color and (y/n) ruffled his soft, black hair.
“I’ll see you later, yeah? Let’s eat lunch together.” And with that, (y/n) walked away, probably to ask the boy with the glasses what his quirk was. Or maybe the girl with the earphone jack ears.
Sero knew that he were probably just being nice, but he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit special. He felt the genuine admiration flow from his voice as he smiled warmly at him, and complimented him.
He peeled the piece of white tape from his nose, holding it close to his face for a long minute. He chose to ignore the pounding, fluttery feeling in his chest as he stuck the piece of tape onto the edge of his table.
That single, offhanded compliment was how the ever-plain, flushed, Sero hanta, became hooked.
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Kenma x reader - I Like You
⚠️warnings - weepy kenma, none
Pronouns - male, he/him
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Quiet was always kinda nice, especially for Kenma. Not so much (y/n) though.
Kenma sat propped up against his pillow, playing on his tv with the controller resting on his lap. (Y/n) sat across from him, sprawled out on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. When Kenma said he wanted (y/n) to come over, he expected them to yknow...actually hangout together.
After another minute of deafening silence, with the occasional ring of kenmas video game, (y/n) decided he could take no more. He wanted cuddles, damnit.
“...say, Kenma,” (y/n) heard a pause chime in Kenmas game, taking that as his cue to continue.
“Do you love me?”
There was more silence, before the pudding head looked away bashfully. “Mm...you already know it, right....”
“Well...yes,” (y/n) looked at Kenma, holding a neutral expression. “But I wanna hear your say it.”
There was more silence, before (y/n) took matters into his own hands. He hoisted Kenmas arm up, earning a small yelp, and crawled on top of him, holding his own body weight with his arms as to not crush his boyfriend. He then tucked his arms in between both their chests nimbly once he knew both of them were comfortable.
(Y/n) forced Kenma to look at him, but he shifted his head to the side, slightly whipping his hair onto the boys face. Kenmas hands, having discarded the game controller long ago, brought his hands to wrap around the boys torso in front of him, even if he wasn’t looking at him. (Y/n) eyed his arms gently.
“Y’know...with physical body language and stuff, you have proof you’re liked,” Kenma held his head to the side, but he listened intently at his boyfriends soft words. “It’s super easy to understand.”
“It can be convenient at times, but you can also immediately understand people’s change of feelings. It’s very scary.”
(Y/n) laid his head on Kenmas shoulder, humming quietly before going on with his rant. “But-I told you countless times that I like you properly.”
Kenmas blush deepened with everytime he recalled (y/n) randomly professing his love for him, whether it be on the court, smiling and dicking around like an idiot, or more calmly when he’s walking home with him and Kuroo.
(Y/n) lifted his head to look at Kenma with a heart wrenching smile.
“I do that, because saying ‘I like you’ to the guy I like, makes me super happy!”
He untucked an arm from underneath him and touched Kenmas face scarcely. “Don’t you think that?”
Kenma finally faced (y/n), gripping the arm holding his cheek with furrowed brows and a blush. While he did face (y/n), he didn’t look at him, opting to take interest in a patch of dust just outside his window.
They stayed like that for awhile, until Kenma brought his gaze up the the boy on top of him, who was look at him patiently, with soft, kind eyes.
“I...” Kenmas flushed face couldn’t be any redder. “I like you...”
Kenma kept repeating those words, in various ways such as “I like you so much” or “I..I like you, (y/n)”. He kept at it until his mouth ran dry, all the moisture draining and expelling itself in the form of tears brinking at the corners of his eyes. They taunted him like flames licking at the corners of his pretty face, threatening to spill, if Kenmas throat had not closed up and let him say “I like you” one more time.
Panic hit (y/n) like a truck as he spazzed out on top of his weepy boyfriend. “A-ah! Wait no no no no-I didn’t mean that I was like-mad at you or anything! I was just ranting and stuff oh god-“
He wrapped his arms around kenmas neck, nuzzing into his side with tears forming in his own eyes. “Kenmaaaaa, aaaah Kenma-chan I’m shooo showwyyy!”
Kenma dried his eyes. It was silent again, with the sound of sniffles echoing across the quiet room. Kenma shifted once more, to face his boyfriend, and wrap his arms around him, forgetting about his game or his tear stained face entirely.
“Tears make me tired...” he mumbled, drawing the boy closer. “I want cuddles.”
(Y/n), now happy again, obliged and wrapped his arms and legs around him. The quiet background music of kenmas game played in a non irritating loop, eventually lulling the two boys to sleep.
Hm. I guess (y/n) got his cuddles after all.
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Subterfuge (Baxter x Reader)
Description: You’re the new medical examiner. Like most medical examiners, you’re a little... different.
Notes: aghhhh im caught in so many lies with my family and friends that im gonna fucking break down but if i tell anyone the truth im gonna get my ass beat on several different levels WC: 1.7k
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The latex gloves on your hands did little to stay the cold blood, staining up the skintight material that clung to your sweat. This wasn't the first time you had your hands wrist-deep in organs, but it was the first corpse who had a bullet in his eye, and the first time you were completely alone.
Your years as an assistant were finished, and now you were a full-on doctor––a medical examiner, to be specific. A coroner. The one who deals with the dead. Not a particularly charming profession, but far more interesting, and far more safe than most others.
There was one problem, though––the policemen. You were never a timid person, but some of them just got to you, itched beneath your skin and sped your heart. Why that was hadn't yet been identified, so instead you focused on something you understood; the human body. The stiffness of refrigerated muscle, the stench of uncleaned organs, a mask chafing against your cheeks. The heat of a bright light on your neck.
The man below you was a particularly unfortunate man. Died young, was never quite fully healthy, and had few friends and family. His method of death was what caught the eye of one of the detectives, though it seemed cut-and-dry to you. There were no struggle marks, puncture wounds, bruises, or even scars on his body. Only the bullet hole. He had to have done it himself. Still, it wasn't your job to question the detectives––only to bring them the information you gather.
"How's he lookin'?" Asked a man from behind you, the quiet hinges of the door swinging shut as he entered. You shot up, eyes instantly meeting his.
"Haven't gotten far. About through the small intestine," you said, gesturing to the different jars and plastic boxes categorized with the man's organs. The nearest to you was the lungs. You noted the scrunch in the man's nose with mild amusement.
"Gotten the bullet out yet?"
"Oh, yeah. Already sent it up for ballistics," you said with a curt, polite smile.
He remained silent after that, watching you work from the safe, mostly smell-free area of your desk. With his back leant on the table, he crossed his arms with intent eyes.
"You're the new medical examiner, aren't you?" He asked after a particularly wet squelching sound came from your working fingers.
"Yes sir," you said, nodding. "Started yesterday."
"Oh, this must be new for you then."
"I've done autopsies before, but this is the first time on my own, yes," you admitted with a tinge of embarrassment. It was the truth, that this was new, but he didn't have to mention it.
"Well then, welcome to the team," he chuckled. "My name's Baxter."
"(L/N). Pleasure to meet you."
"You as well. I'd shake your hand, but," he trailed off as the both of you turned to your bloodied gloves.
"Don't worry," you said, a grin spreading across your face. "I'll give you a raincheck on that."
He hummed, uncrossing his arms and legs as he began to saunter over to you. For the most part, you could easily ignore his eye, stuck between your concentrated expression and steady hands. Having teams of professors and doctors looking over your shoulder for exams had prepared you well.
"Find anything curious?" He finally asked.
"Not really," you mumbled, gently cutting open the flesh of the stomach. "Not yet. There aren't any cuts or contusions of any notable kind. Only wound I could find was the bullet hole and an infected bruise on his toe. I'll be sending blood, stomach, and stool samples up to Peters soon, I'm sure you'll know more then."
As you took the samples out of the victim's stomach, Baxter circled the brightly lit table, stopping when he reached the feet. There he knelt, scanning the pale blue skin.
"How do you suppose he got this?"
"Haven't gotten there yet, but I'd assume he bashed it against some furniture," you said. He eyed you curiously but remained quiet for a moment.
"Looks like a puncture wound," he said slowly, contemplating his words carefully before he spoke.
"Give me a moment, sir," you said with a huff, sealing up the stomach tubes and setting them on the tray beside you.
Since you were the only doctor present, you had to hold the stomach walls open yourself, which kept you busy for a good two minutes before you could look at Baxter's little pointer. To your immense relief he waited patiently for you to finish sewing and setting away your tools, before shuffling to the side to make room for you at the end of the table.
As he noticed, there was a small, dark spot beneath his big toe's nail. Digging into your white coat pocket, you pulled out your magnifier glass and set it up close to the cold skin.
"Could be right," you said softly, focused more on your sight than your tongue. You raised a gloved hand, pulling at the wound, pushing on the bruise till the hole widened.
"Needle mark?"
"That's what I was thinking," you said, shoving your magnifier glass back in your pocket. "Good eye, Baxter. I'll tell Peters to check his blood for any trace drugs."
You circled back around to your spot on the table, sorting through the six tube samples before lifting the case into your arms. Noticing your small stumble over your feet, he rushed over to join you, taking the case from you.
"I can take this up for you," he offered, his wide, grey eyes set strictly upon you. The sudden closeness had your words stammering and stuttering.
"Um – y- yeah, thank you," you said with a smile, your chest tight as he left. Only when the door shut behind him did you breathe again, turning back to the patient beneath you.
Hopefully, when you got the chance to meet the rest of the officers, you wouldn't slip up like that––messing up in front of one person was enough, and Baxter already felt like a very strange person, so probably would mind your oddness the least. The others would be less forgiving, or at least that's what you assumed. Most of the police you'd met in your life had been incredibly straight-cut, diamonds-up-the-ass kind of people.
"What a strange lad," you commented to your patient. "I should bake him some cookies."
The rest of the autopsy took three hours, full of rotting stenches and labelled gizzards. Your thirty-minute break was reduced to ten as the victims of a bar shootout came in, the three bodies riddled with bullet holes, leaving the cause of death obvious to anyone who stopped by. You didn't see Baxter again that day––not until it was done, and you were wrapped back in your personal coat, heading towards the elevator.
He caught the door before it could close in front of you, and as you rushed in with full hands you hurriedly thanked him. A bell dinged and the door shut, leaving the two of you alone in the enclosed space, the buzzing florescent light buffering between you.
"Did you hear about the shootout?" You asked when it became clear to you that this was a slow elevator.
"Yeah," he nodded, "I got a call and stopped by, but... they were already gone, and the, um.. the others were dead."
"Well, if they weren't then, they are now," you said, once again ignoring his questioning eye. "I had to put their brains in some jars."
To your surprise, he chuckled, brushing the hair off his face and readjusting his perfect posture.
"You know, usually it takes some time before new people start making jokes about the dead," he said, grinning as he looked at you out of the side of his eye.
"I'm a fast learner and a natural comedian. Mother always was disappointed in my career choice... wanted me to be a court jester," you teased with your own giggle, heart beating rapidly at the prospect of someone pretty enjoying your company.
"You do well in both careers. Do – do you need some help with that?" He asked, noticing your struggle with the varied bags in your arms.
"I think I can do it," you said, huffing as you tried to hoist the plastic back onto you. Before you could help it two of them slipped, nearly falling but halted when Baxter caught them mid-air.
"What do you have in here?" He asked, his brow furrowed as he tried to glance inside.
"Clothes," you said after a mumble of a 'thank you'. "One of the women here had a lot of clothes to get rid of and, well, I need some. And I'm sure one of my roommates could use them, too."
"Oh. Do you have a car?"
"You could call it that."
"I'll help you carry these there, then," he said, taking another bag off your shoulder. The loss of stress on your muscles left you relieved, and you sighed happily.
"Thank you, sir."
You tried to contain your smile as you led him through the parking lot, slipping between the empty spaces to get to your tiny vehicle. Legally it wasn't even a car––actually, you'd built it from the basis of a golf cart, slowly adding and changing features until it drove and looked essentially like a car. Hard work, but you'd been doing it since you stole it in the 7th grade.
Rarely did you ever get along with people, and so Baxter's politeness had sparked a delight in you that brought a ceaseless smile. When you took the bags from him, you thanked him again, attempting to hold a conversation while shoving the bags into the back of your car. He chuckled at your strained words, but eventually helped you when he got over his amusement.
"It was nice to meet you today, and thank you, again," you said once the backdoor was slammed shut beneath yours and Baxter's combined strength.
"Pleasure to meet you, as well. Drive safe now," he said, shaking your hand with a grin.
"Oh I will," you assured him, laughing. You clambered into the driver's seat, shutting the door but leaning out the open window. "If I don't I'll have you on my ass."
"You know it!" He said as he walked away, his bright laugh echoing in the mostly-empty parking lot.
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