#like any relationship could probably work out if the people in it worked for it?

[strangunddurm]

His

Pairing: Jack Abbot x fem!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: PinV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, masturbation, swearing, dirty talk, possessive, toxic behaviour, oral! fem receiving, oral! male receiving, established relationship.

A/N: First The Pitt fic 🥰

“He was her before he saw anything else in the room”

It was you who fell in love with him first. In lust. Infatuation. He had been watching you over the rim of his glass and all it took was that look, that intensity, to have you preening for him. Presenting in heat, just like he wanted.

It didn’t take a lot for you to follow him home, to his apartment that was more clean and pristine than any apartment you had been in before.

It felt as if you had kissed his mouth before, like you had ran your hands over his body and had his cock in you a thousand times. Familiarity.

The way his fingers stroked your walls, brushing against that sweet spot inside of you was sinful. It made your toes curl, head thrown back as your spine curved, the thought of him being the last thing before your eyes fluttered closed.

It was impossible not to love him. To yearn for him every second of every day until you couldn’t imagine even the smallest fragment of anything else. You would throb for him, a need settled deep in your spine that would never truly go away. Insatiable. Impossible to satisfy. A never ending hunger that consumed you and shaped your entire being.

It had been years since then, that first time that would always be as fresh in your memory as if it happened the day before.

You had been happy since then. Nestled into your own bubble of sweet domesticity that you never wanted to end. That never would end. Just you and him until death would inevitably do you appart.

As you grew together, you learned all about him, the most prevalent one being thatJack enjoyed his privacy. You knew it was simple in his eyes. Keeping his work life separate from his private ensured less tangles, less mess, less probability of something going wrong. He didn’t want things to go wrong with you, couldn’t let it happen. So, it wasn’t that he went out of his way not to talk about you to other people. It was just that others not knowing was better than them knowing. In his eyes. He didn’t think there to be anything wrong with that. People had their quirks.

At first, Jack had been operating on a strict need-to-know basis which included only two people. You and him. And then… he didn’t really know how to get the words out to Robby or anyone that he was dating someone young enough to be anything but appropriate. But he didn’t want appropriate, didn’t care for it. Not if it meant he couldn’t be with you. And now, years later, it had become normal for him to avoid mentioning anything that could even cause people to guess his relationship status. You were so sweet on him that you didn’t mind it at all. You knew his reason for it and you loved how protective he could be of you.

And your little arrangement had been perfect, up until you went out with your friends to the same bar he was at with half the ER department after a too hectic shift that he shouldn’t even have worked. It had been natural for him to accept the last-minute invitation, wanting to unwind with a couple of beers as the weather in Pittsburgh was just a tad too cold to enjoy them stagnant on a bench. However, the last minute plans meant that he was not able to become privy of your own last-minute plans, only exchanging short I-Love-Yous over text before locking his phone and following the heard to a bar a few streets over from the hospital. And now, here he was, hours later, forced to watch some fresh-faced intern try to smooth talk his way into your panties.

Jack had spotted you the second he walked into the Irish bar. It had caused him to pause in his steps just long enough for Robby to notice. He had tapped Jack on the back and teased him about being distracted by all the “pretty ladies”. Jack had of course been distracted by you, but it wasn’t for the reason Robby was thinking. Instead of saying anything, Jack had simply laughed it off and taken his seat that was the furthest out in the booth and just so happened to be in the perfect view of you.

It was all going so well. You were enjoying your time spent with your friends and Jack was trying to appear interested in whatever his colleagues were blabbering about. Trying being the operating word.

It was a surprise that the two of you hadn’t found yourselves in this situation earlier. After all, it wasn’t like you never went out at the same time. You would usually have a system in place where one of you would redirect your separate parties to different bars. But maybe this was worth it. Just for a night. Jack loved watching you. It was his favourite way to pass time, like watching a movie he hoped would never end. And you looked so happy and carefree, not a single worry seemed to weigh you down as you threw your head back and laughed at the world.

Your happiness made Jack happy until that wasteful newbie slid into the empty space by the bar next to you. And, of course, you being ever the polite person that you were, didn’t tell him immediately to fuck off, despite the uncomfortable smile that Jack could clearly see on your face. Your friends had abandoned you for the dance floor so there was nobody to do the telling off for you, unfortunately.

He tried to control himself, he really did. He sat in his seat, hand gripping the bottle tighter and tighter until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Whitaker’s taking your girl.” Robby hadn’t meant anything with it. It was obvious to him that Jack was clearly interested in the woman by the bar, he just didn’t know the entire reason why. Robby enjoyed riling Jack up at times, found it entertaining, so it was natural that he would take this chance to do it as well. Jack would usually take it all in stride with his own sarcastic response. Robby hadn’t expected for Jack to stand up in barley concealed anger and march off toward the pair, half-full beer bottle being knocked over in his haste.

“Hey, man! I was just kidding.” Robby called after him, fumbling to get the bottle up right before the entirety of its content was all over him. Jack pretended not to hear him, not even offering a half-assed apology over his shoulder. Getting you away from the intern was his main priority at that moment. Besides, it’s not like Robby would care after Jack bought him another beer later as an apology.

He knew you saw him coming. Your eyes connected with his over the intern’s shoulder, but you continued whatever unimportant conversation you had as if it was nothing. Jack knew it wasn’t entirely your fault. It was that still-wet-behind-his-ears intern that insisted on staying and talking to you despite your obvious disinterest. Whitaker was oblivious and you were sweet. But did you enjoy playing games with him? You could’ve at least acknowledged his presence in some minor way, didn’t he deserve that at least?

"Dr. Abbot-"

“Beat it.” The worlds flew out of Jack’s mouth before he, himself, could even consciously think about what to say. The intern opened his mouth, no words came out but it was enough for Jack to level him with that typical Jack Abbot glare for him to make himself scarce.

“Didn’t you see me?”

“Hello to you, too.” The smile on your face was sweet and lovely and Jack almost caught himself smiling at you in return. It was so easy for you to make him forget whatever mood he found himself in. Being around you automatically made everything better in his opinion.

“I didn’t know you were going out.”

“Well, you never came home so I assumed you were still busy at work. I sent you a text.” Jack flinched slightly, he had read it but hadn’t had the chance to reply before he was pulled away by an incoming head injury, but he could see that you didn’t hold any resentment against him, it was merely a statement. It wasn’t unusual for Jack to get so lost in the Pitt that he would forget to phone home to you. He always tried to, of course, but minds tend to get lost in whatever overwhelming flow of information they were the recipients of every now and then. It was a quality he sometimes wished he didn’t have.

“Sorry about that, kid.” Jack looked down at you with a tight-lipped smile and a scratch on the back of his head, feeling sheepish.

“No need to apologise. I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself.” You patted his chest affectionately before glancing over his shoulder to where he had been sitting before. Robby was watching the two of you like a hawk with a glee-filled grin on his face. He sent you a wave that would’ve probably caused you to turn the other way and flee if you didn’t already know Jack.

“Your friends are watching us.”

“Are they now?” Jack was completely uninterested in the observation. “What did that guy want?”

“What guy?” You were playing stupid with him.

“Please don’t.” Now wasn’t the time for teasing in Jack’s opinion.

“He wanted to take me home and ‘treat me right’.” Whitaker was definitely more inebriated than he had first thought. You let out a soft giggle as you relayed what the guy had said to you. You hadn’t taken anything of it seriously seeing as you were very much happy with the man you were in a committed relationship with. You just entertained the guy for less than five minutes as you knew Jack had been watching you. Maybe it was an unhealthy aspect of your relationship but you enjoyed seeing Jack get a bit worked up whenever a person would hit on you.

“I hope you told him to fuck off.” Jack’s hand had slowly crept to your hip whilst you had been talking, grabbing a possessive hold of it, urging you just a bit closer to him.

“I didn’t,” If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought that Jack was half wolf at that moment from the almost animal-like growl that tore its way through his chest. “I told him that my boyfriend would tell him that.” So, you weren’t completely out to give him a heart attack.

“Good.” Jack was just about to stoop down and place a kiss on your lips when your hand on his chest and a turn of your head stopped him.

“And just what do you think you are doing?” You tilted your head toward his colleagues to hint at the fact that you were definitely being watched.

“Kissing you?”

“Are you sure you want to do that right now?”

“Definitely.” And kiss you he did. Jack always kissed you like it was the only thing that could keep him from dying, like your kiss and your lips were his saving grace in life. You kissed him back just as eagerly, letting out a delighted moan as he bit down on your bottom lip.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Absolutely.”

You didn’t get far. It’s not like either of you could drive home in the state that you were in and calling a cab to come and pick you up would take too long. Jack was desperate to have you. Seeing another man hitting on you had awoken some animalistic urge inside of him and he was ready to rip the clothes off your back and mount you.

Jack needed to feel your sweet, silky walls wrapped around him as he came deep inside of you. He wanted to mark you up so that every single man, woman, and other in the entire state of Pennsylvania knew that you belonged to him. You were his and no one else's.

There was an alley just behind the bar where you were at. Of course, Jack thought you always deserved better than to be fucked in some back alley, but sometimes you had to do what you had to do. Plus, it was so secluded that not many people knew about it and it wasn’t exactly a place that saw a lot of foot traffic.

Jack pressed you up against one of the brick walls, looming over you as he kissed your cheek, down your neck, sucking very lightly before you delivered a smack to his chest.

“Don’t. I don’t want any visible marks.”

“Too bad.” You let out a sigh of defeat and Jack could almost hear the eye roll that you surely made. You were a stubborn person but so was he. You knew that sometimes he would only listen so much to whatever you were telling him.

The bricks were uncomfortable against your back but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were far too lost in the small ripples of pleasure that were begging to turn to waves.

“Jack...” You breathed out as he hit one of your weak spots with his lips. He nibbled at your skin softly, his moustache and beard tickling your skin in that way you loved.

“I should put a ring on your finger so everyone knows you’re taken.” You let out a laugh over his mutterings. You would love a ring on your finger, but you didn’t need a ring to feel secure in your relationship with Jack. You already knew that it would be the two of you until the very end.

“Maybe a baby in your belly, too. To make it extra clear.” Now that made you moan.

“You’d like that? You want me to fill you up until you can’t take it anymore? You want me to give you a baby?” Your drenched walls clenched around nothing as Jack drove you insane with his words.

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you take my cum, but you have to be good for me. Can you do that?”

“Yes! Please, Jack...” Your hips bucked, seeking any sort of friction to ease the ache in your panties. The throbbing between your legs had steadily grown and had now reached a point where you could not ignore it.

Jack rutted his own hips against yours and you couldn’t help but let out a desperate moan as he rubbed against your clit deliciously.

"You want me to fuck you, sweet girl?"

"Mhmm."

Jack loved hearing you moan for him. He loved hearing the delightful squeals you would emit as he would nip on your breasts or finger you to his knuckle. He couldn’t wait to see himself leak out of you after he came so deep inside of you and fucked you so good that you would feel him for days, if not weeks.

"How badly do you want it?." Jack wanted to hear you beg. He liked hearing it, it made him even harder than he already was when you would plead for his cock.

“So badly. I need you to make me cum on your cock. Please, Jack!” You squealed in shock as he attacked your lips, devouring yours like he was a man starving. Jack was insatiable when it came to you. Biting and pulling and pecking at your lips, trying to sate the need he had for you in any way that he could. His tongue explored your mouth with a delighted moan, and you grew wetter with every wet kiss.

Jack’s hands made quick, steady work on your dress, pushing and pulling at it until it was bunched around your waist just high enough so that he could slip his hand into your panties and finally get a feel of your wet heat.

“So wet for me already, sweetheart?” A lewd grin took over his face as he ran two fingers through your slit. “Are you that desperate?”

Jack dipped his fingers into you just enough so that you could begin to feel a hint of the stretch he could give you, but not enough to please any desire.

“What do you want first? My cock or my mouth?” Waves went straight to your core as you pulled on his dark hair as you tried to not lose yourself to the overwhelming pleasure of it all too soon. How could you possibly decide?

“Anything, I’ll take anything.” You moaned out.

Jack made the decision for you, moving quickly as he dropped to his knees in front of you, not giving a fuck about the ache in his leg after a too-long shift. Didn't care about anything else in that moment except needing to get a taste of you. He was perfectly in height with your cunt, breathing hot air onto it from how close he was. He began by leaving kisses on the inside of your thighs. They were slow kisses, those kinds of kisses that you would still feel, even after his lips left your skin.

His hands caressed every inch of you that they could reach as before trailing all the way to the edge of your panties and sliding them to the side. He focused on your clit, giving it a quick rub and flick, eliciting another soft whine from you.

“You have such a pretty pussy, honey.” Jack could admire you like this for centuries and still not get enough. He would happily stay on his knees for you until the end of time.

He, rather sweetly, brought your leg over his muscular shoulder so that he could devour your seeping cunt. The obscene sounds of his wet tongue laving through your soaked folds quickly filled the quiet alley, but you could bring yourself to care if a passer-by happened to hear you. Jack’s ministrations on your pussy felt far too good to care about anything else at that moment.

“Fuck, Jack!” Your voice came out as a half whine as the bricks of the building dug into your back while you writhed in euphoria.

“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart. Been waiting for this all day.” Jack mumbled against your clit, sending glorious vibrations through the sensitive flesh. You could feel his tongue slipping into your clench hole, lapping up every single drop of juice that you were kind enough to give him.

“Oh, right there, don’t stop!” Your hands slipped into his hair, tugging at it as your thigh muscles twitched when he sucked on your clit.

“Who does this belong to?” Jack brought his pointer and middle finger to your lower lips, spreading them apart and exposing more of your oh so sensitive clit to his unrelenting mouth.

“You, Jack! Only you.”

Your hips bucked violently as he slid a finger into you. “Your pussy’s so greedy, sweetheart. You want my cock already?”

“I-” You didn’t know what you wanted at that moment. Didn’t care, as long as it brought you pleasure, you would be the grateful recipient of whatever he wanted to give you.

But Jack was determined. He was a man on a mission, practically driven mad by his insatiable hunger for you. Jack loved eating pussy, and it showed in every movement, every lick of his tongue, every suckle of his lips.

“I’m so close, Jack!” You squeaked, chest heaving as you glanced down. Jack’s eyes were shut, his wrist twisting and steadily pumping a finger in and out of you, curling it to graze against your g-spot with every move whilst he suckled and licked your clit.

“Mmm, not yet. One more minute, I’m not done.” Jack slid his finger out before grabbing your thigh firmly with one hand, his wet fingers digging into your flesh as he held your leg still for him. You were squirming, legs shaking as you fought your release.

“Please, Jack! I need to come!” Your whole body was burning, your back arched almost painfully as the pleasure kept building and building, his tongue endlessly flicking your swollen clit.

“Alright, honey, come. Come all over my fucking face,” he growled out. One, two, three more swipes of his tongue over your clit and you finally came. A half-scream barreled through the alley as your legs shook and your hands tightened almost painfully hard in the curls of his hair. Your muscles clench, thighs clamping around his shoulders as he continued sucking, licking, and nibbling over your sensitive flesh.

“Fuck, honey, so good. Such a good girl for me.” He hummed, delivering one last, long and slow lick from your entrance to your pubic bone. He kissed your clit before standing back up, wiping his mouth somewhat clean with the back of his hand as he watched you in bliss.

You were utterly breathless, slumping against the wall as your muscles twitched as the cool air hit your pussy.

Jack barely let you recover before he made quick work on his cargo pants, dropping them down just enough so that he could pull out his painfully hard and leaking cock.

You fell to your knees almost automatically, mouth-watering at the sight of him. You didn’t care about the uncomfortable gravel under your knees, needing to have a taste of him.

Your hands came up to rest on his thick thighs as you lurched forward, taking a hold of his thick shaft. You fisted his length, spreading the small bead of pre-cum over his tip with a thumb when you came to the top. You had always marvelled at the sight of him. He was so impossibly thick, your hand barely being able to wrap around him, but yet he fit so perfectly inside of you.

"Open your mouth."

You eagerly opened your mouth to take him in, letting your lips wrap around his shaft and eagerly took him in your mouth. You moaned at the taste of him and he groaned at the sight of you on your knees. Your eyes were wide and glossy, completely hazed with lust. Your mouth was hot around him, your soft moans slipping out around him.

Jack takes a steady hold on the back of your neck, guiding you firmly as you took him deep in your mouth. As dominant as his hold was on you, he still let you set the pace. You went slowly at first, teasing him as you took him in your mouth for several bobs of your head before increasing your pace. You forced your head down the length of his shaft, making you gag around him as he hit the back of your throat.

Jack had the most beautiful cock you had ever seen. It was long and thick with one perfect vein protruding from the base of it all the way to the tip that always seemed to be glistening with evidence of his arousal. It had just the right curve to reach the place where you needed him the most.

“You’re so fucking cock drunk, aren’t you, honey?”

You moaned in response. Moaned over the salty taste of his precum that set your tastebuds alight, humming in appreciation as you took him even further in your mouth, hand wrapped around the base of him, squeezing and twisting whatever you couldn’t fit. He grew impossibly harder with every suckle of your lips.

Slurping and sucking the way you knew he liked it; your throat welcoming him with each uncontrollable rut of his hips.

“That’s it, right there.” Obscene gulping sounds filled the evening air that surrounded you. Your jaw was aching and globs of saliva were spilling out around the edges of your mouth as Jack rutted into your mouth.

You bobbed your head back and forth, pushing bubbles of dribble farther down his shaft with each drive of your swollen lips.

The throbbing between your legs was almost painful at that point. Your hand travelled down your body to the apex between your thighs to relieve some of the pleasurable pain. But Jack stopped you before you could even slip your fingers into your panties. He grabbed ahold of your arm, pulling you up as softly as he could and swivelling you around as he tutted.

“You know the rules; no touching yourself allowed,” Of course, you knew the rules, but you were just so wet and ready for him that something had to be done. “But you’re just so fucking desperate? Aren’t you? Desperate for me to fuck you in this filthy alley.”

Jack tugged at his cock with one hand while the other pushed at your back so that you would bend over. You were more than happy to comply, hands coming out to brace yourself against the wall and jut your ass out, high up in the air.

His touch was electric as he slid his large hand over your ass, leaving a trail of burning fire in its wake. It tickled your skin as it made its way between your tender thighs, fingers gently sliding through your soaked lips.

Your walls clenched tightly over his teasing; your hips wiggling to try and get him to slip at least a finger into you. Jack knew what you were doing.

Jack dipped two fingers in between your lips, spreading more of your wetness up to your clit.

“You’re always so wet for me.” Jack praised in admiration. “Always so tight.” You could feel the tabs of his fingers dragging through your walls lazily.

Jack slid his fingers out, bringing them up and having a taste of you, suckling your juices off of them.

“Taste so fucking sweet.”

You were just about to beg him to fuck you when he finally slipped the head of his fat cock inside of you. However, he pulled out before you could savour the feeling, and you cried out over the loss.

“You want me? Want me to show you who you belong to?” He cooed before doing it again; sliding the head of his cock in just enough for you to feel the burn as he stretched you out before pulling back out again.

“Yes, please!” Jack was kind to you as he finally let you have it. He finally sheathed himself deep inside of you with one sharp and precise thrust that had you gasping and squeaking.

Jack didn’t give you any time to adjust, not that you really needed it with how wet you were for him. He pulled back before sliding himself back inside of your heat, shuddering at the feeling of your dripping pussy clinging to every inch of him. He didn’t start off slow; instead, he set a rapid pace, balls slapping against your clit with every thrust, but he still made sure that you could feel all of him.

Your pussy gripped Jack’s cock with every deep thrust he gave, missing him for the fraction of the second that he pulled back.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Jack growled behind you, fingers digging into your hips as he drove into you harder. You clamped down on him as he hit that spot that he knew so well.

“Fuck, Jack, I’m gonna come.” You breathed out, tits bouncing with each thrust.

Your words made Jack drive into you even harder and deeper, chasing your high for you.

“Not yet.” Jack knew you were just teetering on the edge of pleasure, he could feel it, but he wanted to prolong it for just a little while longer.

“N-no! Please, Jack!” You whimpered out a plea.

“Please, what?”

Thrust.

“Please, let me come, sir!”

Thrust.

Jackp hummed as if he was thinking it over, teasing you. “Wanna feel that cunt milking me as I shoot that cunt of yours full of cum.” You barely heard him over your moans, but your pussy definitely registered his words as your walls fluttered wildly. “Gonna make sure everybody knows who you belong to.”

You would surely feel him for days, with every step you took, from the force he was fucking into you with. Your mind had gone faint from his quick and sharp thrusts. A feeble whine escapes you and you were sure you would cry if he didn’t let you cum soon.

Jack delivered a quick slap to your left cheek and you hissed from the sting. The burn left behind momentarily distracts you from the building pressure in your stomach.

“You gonna cum for me now, honey?” Jack slammed into, the tip of his member repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside of you. And you came with a whine through white flashes of euphoria when you felt the pads of his fingers drawing tight circles over your aching clit.

Your entire body convulsed in pure rapture and you could hear Jack behind you endlessly muttering fuck as your clenching walls triggered his own sweet release.

He pumped into you lazily a few more times, making sure to milk himself completely dry before withdrawing from you. Your legs were still shaking uncontrollably, toes curled as the last few waves of pleasure rolled over you. You slumped against the wall, face pressed against the cold brick as you tried to catch your breath.

“Fucking hell, Jack.” Sex with Jack was always glorious, but something about this fuck had been extra special.

“I really mean it. I’m going to have to keep fucking you until your belly’s so swollen that everybody can see who you belong to.”

Jack didn't regret a moment of that night. Not even when he saw the shit-eating grin on Robby's face when he sheepishly walked into The Pitt the next day.

"You never told me you like 'em that young."

[imperialtopaz]

Pick A Pile - How will May 2025 unfold for you?

Pile 1 – 👑 Pile 2 – 💁 Pile 3 – 😁 Pile 4 – 🍀 Pile 1 👑 – Song: Headphones On by Addison Rae – “You can’t fix what’s already broken, you just have to let go and be in the moment.” – If you’ve been seeing 333 a lot, that’s a sign. There’s this strong empress type energy around you;think creativity, growth, and feminine support. – This month is all about shifting your focus. Stop looking at what you’ve lost and start thinking about what you want to create in your life. – Put your energy into those creative ideas you’ve been sitting on. Reach out to friends, connect with people who lift you up. – Whatever you do now is going to matter a lot in the months leading up to November. Something big is comingm, like a surprise opportunity you’ve always dreamed of. – I’m getting the vibe of growing up or growing out of a situation you’ve outgrown. You won’t be in the same place you are now in a few months. So if things feel a little stuck right now, just focus on the small steps forward. – I also see this nurturing, motherly energy around you, someone who’s going to help you stay grounded and remind you to appreciate what you already have. If you know this person, try to keep them around because they will help you a lot. – Honestly, you might already have everything you need, you just might not see it clearly yet. Try changing your perspective. Life’s probably better than you think right now.

Pile 2 💁 – The word “treacherous” came through pretty strongly. There might be some kind of unexpected betrayal around you. It kinda feels like not everything has come to light yet… – It might be time for you to take a step back and reevaluate the people in your social circle. – Some folks might see you as someone who “has it all,” and that could be stirring up some jealousy. – That jealousy might lead to drama, rumors, or gossip especially from people who don’t really show their true colors upfront. – If your gut’s been picking up on something weird or off about someone, trust it. Someone’s not being fully honest about their intentions with you. – You may have to let go of people you once believed were solid. That can be painful, especially if it involves grieving the loss of a relationship or friendship. – But in the long run, it’s better to know who’s really in your corner. Keep your energy protected, you’re not wrong for being cautious. Pile 3 😁 – This pile might be feeling kinda.. meh lately like you’ve been stuck in a routine. But deep down you're craving for something more exciting. – At the same time, you might not be the biggest fan of change or stepping outside of what feels familiar. – There’s definitely a theme here around fear of the unknown, not knowing what’s next can be scary, but it’s also where growth happens. – Nothing new is gonna come in if you keep doing the same thing every day. You have to shake things up a bit. – Try something different, try a new makeup, talk to that person, take a risk, start that thing you’ve been thinking about. – Life won’t really start until you do. Pile 4 🍀 – This pile has been putting in work, whether it’s on a project, a skill, or just working on becoming a better version of yourself. There’s definitely an energy of growth and improvement here. – I’m seeing a full-on rebirth, a really positive shift is coming your way. – Travel is also showing up here. It might be to a place you’ve been before, maybe your hometown, an old city, or somewhere from your past There you will see just how much you’ve changed and grown since the last time you were there. – You’re stepping into something new. You’re not stuck anymore. – Someone from your past might pop up too, possibly someone who lives far away and wants to reconnect. – The direction you’re heading in is the right one, and you have spiritual and energetic support backing you up. – Any delays or blocks you were dealing with before? They’re being cleared. Your spirit team is making sure things start falling into place for you. – A possible relocation could be in the cards too..new energy, new place, new you.

[forsaken-headcanons]

(TW for implied child death !! and body mutation idk. uhh basically the c00lgui did some things. yeah.)

If we're going to start blaming a survivor for being Spectre or for being the reason everyone's there, it's most likely to be 007n7.

NOW HEAR ME OUT PLEASE DON'T BLOW UP MY HOU gunfire sfx

ANYWAY AS I WAS SAYING, if one of the survivors were to be "Spectre", it would most likely be 007n7 for a small list of reasons I've gathered so far.

First off, the survivors and killers. I have a small list of the characters and why he would "forsaken" them.

Noob & Guest 666 - Noob and G666 had an extremely positive friendship back then, which made 007n7 deeply resent them because - how dare the two of them be happy, while he had to suffer in his own guilt for what he had done to Noli? He did some shit and figured out how to fuck with G666's code (I imagine Robloxians are mostly made up of code) and made him what he is in forsaken, hence why G666 mostly has a red-black color palette like his c00lgui (the color palette's definitely a stretch, but whatever </3)

Elliot - This is a really obvious pick. Part of me thinks that he would've let Elliot go if he hadn't pissed him off by banning them from Builder Brothers' Pizza and making c00lkidd extremely emotional and throw a tantrum about it, but I feel like that's just the PizzaBurger shipper in me. If I would be more realistic, he might've just forsaken him out of spite.

The Admins + 1x1x1x1 - Again, really obvious. They tried to supress him and his hacking things yada yada.... He also made Doom a killer out of spite and specifically chose him because... y'know. Doombringer. He is quite literally the bringer of doom??? And he also added 1x1x1x1 to rub more salt in Shedletsky's hypothetical wound.

Taph - Works for the Admins. Also, I feel like at some point, Taph would've demolished 007n7's house because - y'know - falsely terminated, so 007n7 just kept that hate to himself internally because he knew damn well he was gonna get his "revenge" soon.

Two Time & Azure - Similar to Noob and G666, he resents their relationship and how close they were. When he found out that a ritual had been performed and Azure had been sacrificed, he had taken that opportunity and made him into the killer he is in Forsaken, along with sending in Two Time, a way to teach them that no offense goes unpunished.

Guest 1337 - 1337 had a positive and a really happy family. 007n7 envied his joy and decided to take it away from him, just his own was taken away, too. This could explain why Guest was never favored by the "Spectre" and hadn't left him with any tools or items to fend himself with, only his fists and abilities.

Chance - They were always carefree and were surrounded by a BUNCH of people. 007n7, again, envied that. The carefree attitude they always had, their large friend groups, their fame... He had everything, and yet he still had the nerve to let himself be put into dangerous situations for the adrenaline rush. If life-threatening, adrenaline-inducing, scarring experiences was what Chance wanted, 007n7 would give it to them.

Area 51 killers - 007n7 probably had an Area 51 phase as a teen or something. Idk I can't make up anything here except for that.

John Doe & Jane Doe - Again, envy. Seeing their positive marriage had dealt some level of effect on 007n7. He felt envious of the fact the two were happily in love, happily holding a relationship he knew he would never had. The thought of that alone had driven him insane with anger and guilt, corrupting John Doe and leaving Jane Doe only as a mere spectator, never being able to see her own husband face-to-face ever again.

Noli - As a plea of forgiveness. Before he had left Noli for whatever reason, 007n7 knew about Noli's sadistic tendencies and how he used to often torment people with his programs. He had forsaken him as a way to tell him "Hey, I still remember you enjoy this. Please don't ever think I forgot about you." and "I'm sorry for what I did. Here, I'll let you have free will to do whatever you want, as long as it means you'll forgive me."

(This is where the TWs come in !!)

c00lkidd - Had a bit of difficulty figuring out this one without implementing some hcs into it. You know how there was an accident that had something happen to c00lkidd? 007n7 could never forgive himself after that. He spent all night and all day trying to search for kidd, going from town to town, asking locals if they had seen his son, to no avail.

It wasn't until the day he had finally found c00lkidd's body, deep in the woods, dripping in blood. He didn't know what had happened. He didn't know why his son was dead, heartlessly murdered, left in the woods. Driven by guilt, he had tried his best to bring him back to life, tears dripping down his face as he messily fumbled with his son's code, trying to find a way to bring him back warm and into his arms.

All he had ended up doing was disfiguring his own son's body. Arms and legs freakishly longer than a normal 10-year-olds, a wide, sunken smile on his face, and a distorted voice. But it didn't matter. He had brought his son back to life. He knew what he had done was wrong, but he couldn't bring it in himself to undo his craft. Instead, he had opted for sending his son into the crooked world he had crafted, letting him "play" with the survivors and make new friends. After all, all he wanted was the best for his beloved son.

As for 007n7 himself, well...

The one in rounds isn't actually him. It's just a more advanced clone of himself, which is why "he" almost always never smiles, always looks distant or out of it. He had used that puppet multiple times to try to have conversations with his son and former friend, trying to see if they were doing alright in the pocket dimension.

Uhh might add some more on this theory soon <3 my brain is FRIED rn and I still have some homework to do :P

-⛑️🍗 anon

007N7 AS THE SPECTRE AU/THEORY??? WAITT THIS IS LOWKEY PEAK.... we might fw the idea for this actually...

godss the concepts of how everyone got here are so so good!! but trust us when we say we are hunting you down for the potential angst ideas /silly. in tears at c00lkidd's part... 7n7.... 7n7 we don't think that's what your son would've wanted vro 💔💔

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Finally a fellow J Herbert lover😭 can I get 19 and 24 from the established relationship with him please?

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#19. Staring at your lips when you talk. & #24. Giving up their seat to let you sit or pulling you to sit on their lap.

Justin Herbert x black!femreader

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There was a time when Justin Herbert could’ve sworn he was good at keeping his cool.

He’d been trained for pressure since high school—third and long, lights glaring, crowd roaring, game on the line. That was his comfort zone. The chaos never rattled him. He read defenses like open books, stayed calm in collapsing pockets, and shrugged off sacks like they were minor inconveniences.

But none of that prepared him for her.

She’d talk, and he’d forget how to blink.

It didn’t matter what she was saying—something about her day, a funny video she saw, some story from work that he probably should’ve been following. But the second she leaned forward, lip gloss catching the light just right, her voice soft and animated—Justin was gone. Floored. Silent.

Sometimes, he’d catch himself mid-thought, halfway to replying, but completely blank on what she’d actually said.

And when she smiled, like really smiled, he felt it in his chest, like a clean hit right to the heart.

“Babe, are you even listening?” she’d ask, amused, one brow raised.

He'd snap out of it, blushing faintly like he just got flagged for pass interference. “Yeah… yeah, of course.” Total lie. He couldn’t remember the last sentence she said, but he could describe her lip color down to the undertones.

Justin was down bad, no other way to put it. That big, towering quarterback energy meant nothing when she walked into the room.

He was in love. Fully. Helplessly.

And God help him, he couldn’t stop staring at her lips.

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"You're not listening to me again," she said one afternoon, giving him that playful, narrowed look as they sat on the couch. Her legs were curled underneath her, hoodie sleeves pulled past her palms, and her lips—God, those lips—were glistening pink with a hint of shimmer.

Justin blinked like he was waking from a trance, rubbing the back of his neck with a guilty grin. "No, I am. I swear."

She raised an eyebrow. "Then what did I just say?"

His mouth opened. Nothing came out. Not a word. She smirked, shaking her head like she already knew the answer.

He laughed, sheepish and utterly smitten. “Okay, fine. I was distracted.”

“By what?”

He leaned in, low and easy, brushing his thumb over her chin like he couldn’t help himself. “By your lips,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

She rolled her eyes, but the warmth that bloomed in her smile betrayed her. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Probably,” he said, leaning back. “But it’s true.”

It was always like this. The man who stared down defensive ends without blinking somehow couldn’t stop staring at the way her lips moved when she talked. He’d memorize every shade she wore—glossy mauve, honey nude, cherry tint—like it mattered, like it was a detail that could save his life someday.

And it wasn’t just that. Justin had never been a touchy guy—not in public, not really at all. But around her? He couldn’t help himself.

They were at a teammate’s BBQ once, lounging in a yard full of folding chairs and too much beer. She stood nearby, chatting with a group of people she didn’t even know that well, sipping lemonade through a straw with that same devastating gloss on her lips. Justin was seated, half in a conversation, but mostly watching her from across the patio like a man possessed.

When she came over, looking for a spot to sit, he stood up without hesitation.

She blinked. “You don’t have to—”

“Sit,” he interrupted gently, nodding at the chair.

When she hesitated again, he reached out and pulled her down—not onto the chair, but into his lap.

The laughter around them didn’t faze him. Teammates elbowed each other, cracked jokes about the quarterback being “down astronomical,” but Justin didn’t even look up.

She laughed, settling against him with an arm around his shoulders, her cheek brushing his. “You know they’re talking about you, right?”

“I don’t care,” he murmured into her skin.

She looked at him, brows raised.

“I’d give up my seat every time,” he said. “Or just keep you here.”

“Here?” she echoed, smiling.

He nodded. “Exactly here.”

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Later that night, when they were alone again—lights low, music playing soft through a speaker—he pulled her close once more, guiding her onto his lap again without asking. Her head rested against his chest, and he held her like something precious, fingers tracing idle patterns on her thigh.

“Why do you always do that?” she asked, voice quiet now, more curious than teasing.

“What?”

“Pull me into your lap. Give me the chair. Like I’m royalty or something.”

He thought for a second, then kissed the top of her head.

“Because I want you close,” he said simply. “And if I can’t be staring at your lips, I need to at least be holding you.”

She laughed, full and genuine, and he felt it vibrate through him. Like home.

He knew what people saw when they looked at him—NFL star, franchise quarterback, six-foot-six of textbook cool. But that version of him didn’t matter when she was around.

With her, he wasn’t trying to be calm or in control. He wanted to be ridiculous. Soft. A little whipped.

He was all in, no hesitation. Down bad, and loving every second of it.

She shifted slightly in his lap, turning just enough to study him. The room had gone quiet except for the low hum of music and the occasional distant sound of traffic outside the window. Her fingers brushed the edge of his jaw, and he looked up at her, eyes searching, caught between awe and ache.

“You really don’t hear a word I say when I’ve got lip gloss on, huh?” she murmured, amused.

Justin gave a slow, helpless smile. “Not a single one.”

“You poor thing.”

“I’m suffering,” he deadpanned, and it made her laugh again—but softer this time, more thoughtful.

And then, she finally put him out of his misery.

She leaned in, slow and deliberate, giving him just enough time to lose his breath but not enough to recover it. Her lips pressed against his—warm, soft, and slick with the very gloss that had been tormenting him all day. A kiss that wasn’t hurried, wasn’t flashy, but full of something real and quiet and deep. Something that said, I see you. I want you just as bad.

Justin melted into it, hand sliding up to the back of her neck, the other gripping her waist like he never wanted to let go. And maybe he didn’t.

When she finally pulled back, just a few inches, her eyes were soft, her smile knowing.

“There,” she whispered, brushing her thumb over his bottom lip. “Feel better now?”

He nodded, lips parted, a little dazed.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Way better.”

And as she curled against his chest again, both of them sinking into the moment like it was made just for them, Justin knew—no touchdown, no record, no roaring stadium could compare to this.

This was the win.

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Thinking about how after the merge, Lloyd was alone without even knowing if the others were alive. I'd argue he had the most reason to worry about the others because he appeared at the monastery, the others were scattered. So they others could probably rationalise that the others were somwhere random too. Lloyd tho? He was at the monastery. His home, an important place to them all.

Then he finally sees Kai again and gets confirmation that they all might be out there. He's finally not alone again.

AND KAI FUCKING LEAVES.

So Lloyd is alone again.

I think Lloyd's relationship with being alone, being a ninja and being seperated from the ninja is so interesting.

After rebooted the ninja all split up and only Lloyd stayed. He probably felt like he had to stay as a ninja since he was the green (ex gold) ninja. He had to go out of his way to bring back the others.

The next time they split up was looking for Wu after HoT. This time Lloyd once again stayed in the Ninjago city area and continued typical ninja duties. At least this time we know he and Pixal seemed to get pretty close so he wasn't all alone. It's unclear if the others really kept being full on ninja or if they focused more on looking for Wu.

The first and only time Lloyd ever left the others the ONLY time he stopped being a ninja was when Nya became the sea. He completely left and took up a normal low stakes job because he couldn't handle the feeling that he had to be responsible for everyone.

Then with the merge when no one chose to beseperated, Lloyd still stayed at the monastery, being a ninja. He kept protecting the world. Even when Kai appeared and went to find the others, Lloyd stayed to protect Ninjago.

I just think it's so interesting how the others all seem to quit being ninja whenever they feel they need or want to, but it took Lloyd so much to make that same decision. Plus him picking to be just a simple job working person when he did. He didn't start doing fight clubs or teaching or a TV show or even doing a job with other people. He picked a job all by himself.

I honestly believe the others know they don't have to be ninja, sure they started young, but they know it's always their choice.

Lloyd tho? I truly think he believes he has to be a ninja, has to be the legendary green ninja or he's undeserving of the love and family and everything he has. I think Lloyd has a completely different relationship with being a ninja.

I also believe Lloyd sees being alone as like...a punishment I guess? He was alone so much as a kid. He only really started to be loved and cared for when he became the green ninja (of course it isn't true or related but you can see how his brain would tie them together).

Anyway yeah his relationship with being alone and being a ninja are both so different from the others and I truly think we ignore how often people leave Lloyd. How often he's just left behind while others take time to themselves alone.

AND THE WORST PART

I think he's the only damn person who thinks that, I think all that pressure he puts on himself would be immediately dissuaded by any of his loved one's.

But he's the green ninja, the LEGENDARY GREEN NINJA

He is the son of Garmadon, student of THE Master Wu and grandson of the one who made not just spinjitzu but Ninjago as it is known today.

He is descended from Dragons! He holds the power of Oni.

He walks in the footsteps of giants and he truly thinks he has to fill them.

He is both someone who has to be positive, hopefully and eternally good. An individual seen as a symbol of safety and protection to all.

Yet he's also a weapon, a vessel for incredible power and danger. Not even sure of his own abilities most of the time.

He has to be and thinks he has to be so many things, truly he puts too much pressure on himself.

[lazy-ahh]

HI !!!! >:3

Before I proceed with my request, I just wanted to say how much I LOOOOOOOVE your work. It's actually chefs kiss. I CONSTANTLY GIGGLE WHILE READING SHDBJANDKENDJDBD

ANYWHOOOO, I wanted to ask if you could make one where Mark is accompanying the reader in the library since the reader has to do some research for homework, Mark would normally be bored out of his mind but since he's with the reader he's more than happy to be here.

I guess this could work with an established relationship, but its up to you

HOPEFULLY THIS MAKES ANY SENSE LMFAOOO, ANYWAY I LOVE UUUUU !!! >:3

OVERDUE FEELINGS

pairing mark grayson x gender neutral reader

in which you’re just trying to finish your damn homework, but mark keeps being distractingly… mark. (leaning into your space. bumping knees under the library table. accidentally reciting love poems like they’re about you.) it’s fine. you’re fine. (you’re not fine.)

taglist @hhoneylemon , @queermaeda , @yujensstuff , @thebatsgreatestfailure , @roryroro

the library is quiet, the way you like it—just the soft rustle of pages turning and the occasional creak of a chair. sunlight streams through the tall windows, painting golden stripes across the wooden tables. you’re hunched over a thick textbook, scribbling notes with a furrowed brow, when a familiar voice whispers right next to your ear.

"you’ve been staring at that page for, like, ten minutes. either you’re really into 18th-century poetry, or you’re zoning out hard."

you jump, nearly knocking over your highlighter, and turn to see mark grayson leaning over your shoulder, grinning. his dark hair is slightly messy, like he’s just flown in (which, knowing him, he probably has), and his golden viltrumite emblem glints under the library lights.

"mark!" you hiss, swatting his arm lightly, your voice barely above a whisper. the sound still feels too loud in the hushed library, and you glance around nervously, half-expecting a librarian to materialize and scold you. "you can’t just sneak up on people in a library. there are rules."

he flinches a little at the swat—not that it actually hurt him, viltrumite durability and all—but he looks genuinely apologetic as he sinks into the chair beside you. "s-sorry," he mumbles, rubbing his arm like you actually managed to sting him. his cheeks are faintly pink as he leans in closer, voice dropping to a sheepish whisper. "i just... saw you over here and, uh. wanted to say hi?" he fidgets, fingers tapping against the table. "you looked kinda stressed. i thought maybe... i could help? or just. be here. if that’s okay."

there’s something unbearably sweet about the way he’s looking at you—like he’s both desperate to stay and terrified you'll tell him to leave. his knee bumps against yours under the table, and he jerks back like he’s been shocked, muttering a quick "sorry, sorry—" before awkwardly folding his hands in his lap like he doesn’t trust himself not to fidget.

you should probably scold him for distracting you, but the way his fingers nervously drum against his own wrist is weirdly endearing. and the way his eyes keep flicking between you and your textbook, like he’s trying to figure out if he’s actually helping or just getting in the way—it makes your chest feel warm.

for a while, you both settle into a comfortable silence. the library hums softly around you—pages turning, distant typing, the occasional cough. mark rests his chin in his palm, watching as you highlight passages with careful precision. he doesn't seem bored at all, just... content. like there's nowhere else he'd rather be than this quiet corner with you, surrounded by old books and golden afternoon light.

eventually, he scoots his chair closer, the legs scraping softly against the library floor. the movement is tentative at first—just an inch, then another—until his shoulder presses firmly against yours, warm and solid through the fabric of both your sweaters. you can feel the faint rise and fall of his breathing, steady and calming despite the way your own pulse suddenly kicks up at the contact.

he leans in, his temple nearly brushing yours as he follows the lines of text. you catch the faint scent of his shampoo, something clean and subtly sweet, mixed with the crisp paper-smell of old books. it's distracting in the best way, making it hard to concentrate on the words in front of you when all your senses seem hyper-aware of him.

as you turn the page, his focus never wavers. you can practically feel him absorbing each poem alongside you, his quiet intensity making the mundane act of studying feel strangely intimate. then—his finger darts out, sudden but gentle, tapping a verse near the bottom of the page. the tip of his finger hovers there, just barely touching the paper, as if afraid to smudge the ink of something so precious.

"i like that one," he murmurs, voice hushed but earnest.

you follow his gaze to the lines: "i would recognize you in total darkness, not by touch or sound, but by the quiet way my soul settles when you're near. heaven, if held in hands, would wear your face. what is happiness, if not your name written in gold ink upon my ribs?" your breath catches sharply between your ribs, the air suddenly too thick, too warm. it's the kind of verse that curls around your heart and squeezes—painfully tender in its honesty, the sort of devotion that makes your fingertips tingle with the urge to reach out.

your pulse flutters like moth wings against your throat, so loud you’re half-convinced mark can hear it. the words on the page blur for a second as you imagine the poet speaking them—not to some abstract beloved, but to someone real, someone who stole their breath the way mark steals yours. and then, stupidly, impossibly, the voice in your head shifts. it’s not the poet’s anymore. it’s his—rough at the edges but unbearably tender, like he’s reciting the verse just for you, like he means it.

your breath hitches when you notice his thumb brushing the edge of the page, right beneath the most devastating line. the calloused pad of his finger traces the paper so lightly, like he’s afraid to smudge the ink but can’t help touching it anyway. something hot and hopeful coils behind your ribs, tight enough to ache. around you, the library dissolves—the rustle of pages, the distant tap of keyboards, even the sunlight pooling on the table fades into static. all that’s left is the way mark’s holding his breath, the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks as he stares at the words. like if he moves too fast, this moment might collapse. like he wants to live in it forever.

when you glance up, mark's already looking at you with this soft, wondering expression—like he's seeing something precious. your heart skips traitorously as you wonder, just for a second, if he was thinking of you when he pointed it out.

"you’re staring," you point out, fighting a smile.

mark’s entire face goes pink. he opens his mouth, hesitates, then snaps it shut again like he’s mentally scrambling for words. "i—uh. no i’m not," he mumbles, but the way his fingers twist in the fabric of his sweater gives him away. he’s never been a good liar.

when he finally risks a glance back at you, his voice drops to a whisper, half-embarrassed, half-hopeful. "...okay, maybe a little. but only cause you're—y'know. you." your stomach does a traitorous flip as he gestures vaguely in your direction, his fingers sketching clumsy shapes in the air like he's trying to capture everything about you in one motion. you watch his gaze flicker—from the furrow between your brows that always appears when you concentrate, to the way you're currently worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. you freeze mid-bite, suddenly hyper-aware of the habit.

"it's just. nice. watching you do… stuff. like homework. which sounds way creepier out loud, wow—"

you feel your face burn as his words sink in. part of you wants to tease him, another part wants to hide behind your textbook forever, but the warmth blooming behind your ribs wins out. you press your palms flat against the cool table, trying to ground yourself as he drags a hand down his face in mortification.

"ignore me. i'm gonna go melt into the floor now."

a surprised laugh bubbles up before you can stop it—too loud for the quiet library—and you slap a hand over your mouth. the librarian's sharp glare makes you shrink in your seat, but you can't bring yourself to care. you knock your shoe gently against his under the table, biting back a grin when he peeks at you through his fingers.

"too late," you whisper, voice trembling with barely-contained amusement. your chest feels strangely light, like you've swallowed sunlight. "i already saw you being all... weirdly sincere. no take-backs."

mark groans, slumping forward until his forehead hits the edge of your textbook. "this is worse than that time my dad caught me practicing compliments in the mirror," he mutters into the pages.

"wait, you—" you bite your cheek to stop another laugh. "you practiced? for... this?"

his head snaps up, eyes wide. "no! i mean—not just for—okay maybe a little, but—" he makes a strangled noise. "can we pretend i never showed up today? i’ll fly out the window right now. no witnesses."

you catch his sleeve before he can actually bolt. "don’t you dare," you say, softer than you meant to. "i... like your weird sincerity. even if it’s a little embarrassing. you're surprisingly adorable, markus."

mark freezes. his ears are practically glowing. "...yeah?"

"yeah." you let go of his sleeve, fingertips lingering just a second too long against the worn fabric before pulling away. the space between your hand and his on the table suddenly feels charged—just two inches of scratched library wood separating you from the warmth of his skin. you swallow hard. "but if you tell anyone i said that, i'm denying it." your voice wavers slightly, betraying you. not that it matters—william's already made powerpoint presentations about your "heart eyes™" every time mark enters a room, and even your cat seems to give you knowing looks when he visits your house. the only one oblivious is mark himself, currently blinking at you like you've just manifested a life-sized statue of seance dog for him.

his grin cracks wide open—all lopsided sweetness and crinkled eyes, sunlight catching the gold flecks in them. your stomach swoops like you've missed a step going downstairs. "secret's safe with me," he whispers, leaning in so close you catch the faint coffee-and-cinnamon scent of his breath. his pinky finger brushes yours on the table, feather-light. "but only if you let me buy you coffee after this." he clears his throat, suddenly fascinated by a chip in the table's varnish. "as, uh. bribery. for my... continued silence."

"that’s the worst bribery attempt i’ve ever heard."

"is it working?"

you pretend to consider it, tapping your chin with exaggerated thoughtfulness even as your pulse thrums wildly in your wrists. "...maybe." the word comes out suspiciously breathless.

mark's quiet victory fist-pump is absolutely dorky, complete with an under-the-table knee bounce that makes his chair squeak. you press your lips together so hard they tingle, but the grin still escapes—first as a tremor at the corners of your mouth, then as a full-blown smile that makes your cheeks ache. the homework in front of you might as well be written in alien hieroglyphs now; all your brain can process is the way mark's trying (and failing) to smother his own smile against his knuckles, his eyes crinkled with quiet triumph. you're so hopelessly gone for him it should be embarrassing, but right now, with golden library light catching in his lashes, you can't bring yourself to care.

AWWWWW thank you so much for all the love and support man 🥹 not gonna lie, i'm starting to experience that stage where writers start to feel self-doubt about their writing and stuff, but hearing you say all this is definitely very helpful and sweet, so thank you so much mysterious anon! i hope you enjoyed this one-shot <33 1.8k words full of awkward flirty dialogue between mark and reader and i was like sweating and wiping my forehead every 5 minutes as i struggled to think like, 'oh would a person actually say this?' 'does this seem awkward enough but would also work if a dorky cute loser (mark) said this to me?'

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request Dick Grayson/Nightwing falling in love with another vigilant who doesn't work with Batman?

But both Dick and the vigilant worked multiple times in the past together and know eachother identities!

Flying through the air with the greatest of ease, only now without a daring trapeze.

Dick leapt from rooftop to rooftop. A slow night for the city but still keeping an eye out, as all good crime fighters did. There was a reason ‘vigilant’ was the first part of ‘vigilante’. He landed on the flat top of a building. Able to look out over the Blüdhaven city skyline for a moment before he heard commotion in an alleyway.

Of course, Dick went to go check it out, only to find 3 men in the fight of their lives with another hero. “Hey there sexy. Need a hand?”

[Y/N] turned to look over their shoulder and gave Dick a smirk. “Why? You’re gonna actually come down here and get your hands dirty?” They teased in between punching one goons lights out.

Dick just smiled wistfully and leaned over the fire escape to watch them work.

The superhero community was small; though it seemed like everyone was trying to make a name for themselves these days. At their level it was a pretty tight knit group though and Dick & [Y/N] had known each other for years. They were close. When he was going to strike it out on his own, or hang up his wings (so to speak), [Y/N] was one of the few people he called to talk it over. After a while their relationship changed from friendly to romantic. They didn’t date. Neither one of them had the time. But they would go out once in a while and hook up. That seemed to be enough for the both of them right now.

Once the last guy was down and cuffed, Dick came down. “That seemed to go well enough. What were they going anyway?” [Y/N] walked over to a van parked next to an exterior wall. Opening the back to reveal that the criminals had cut through the van and the main wall to steal the warehouse contents out the back. “Hn. Good plan honestly.”

“It was pretty sound.” [Y/N] agreed. “Except for, you know, the sound.” It probably had to be very loud, Dick assumed.

“Want me to help take them in?”

“What? And let you get all the credit?” [Y/N] teased.

Dick held up his hands. “What?? I would never.” It felt good to laugh and joke. So much of their lives was not about any of that. “You gonna be out much later?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“I thought maybe we could have breakfast.” Dinner dates were for civilians. Vigilante heroes who were up until 4:00 in the morning met up for breakfast.

[Y/N] looked at him for a moment then asked, “get breakfast or come over for breakfast?”

Dick blushed. Running his fingers through his hair. “Come over.”

[Y/N] smiled at him. And since no one else was in the alley (or at least no one else conscious) they leaned in quick to give him a kiss. “I’ll head over after I book these guys. Assuming nothing else happens between now & later.”

“It’s a date.”

Dick then left back up the rooftops and surveyed the city further as he went back home. Luckily it was a quiet night, so hopefully [Y/N] would be coming over soon. He just hoped he had eggs.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Heesu in Class 2: A personal reminder why I watch queer media

As always I am super late to the party

I recently binged Heesu in Class 2, and I've read a lot of posts about it on here, both positive and negative.

All I need to say or will say has probably already been said in the posts I'm going to reference (notes at the end), but I still wanted to make this post because I watched the series on a whim, but it hit really close to home.

Before we go any further, some things that I need to point out: I have not read the webtoon (I started it after watching the show) and this post is going to have personal takes that might not resonate with everyone. Also, this is only my second meta analysis post, and I haven't watched very many BLs to truly comment on the nature of BL or queer media of a particular kind (though I try to maintain diversity in what I watch), so if I say something incorrect, I'm always open to constructive criticism.

Firstly, as a queer person who'd been in high school not so long ago, I could really relate to the characters and the narrative.

I had an unrequited crush on a really close friend. I never confessed. To this day, I think about the what ifs. Using Heesu's words, I had used up all my feelings for her so I got over her, but maybe confessing when I had the chance would have given me the closure too.

So when I saw that the story started with Heesu having feelings for his best friend that might or might not be returned, I was instantly hooked.

Secondly, the narrative is much more than it seems, and every single scene has a purpose, a meaning, a layer that might just go unseen if you don't know to look for it.

The het narratives are important. Did it frustrate me? To no end. Did I actually consider for a short period to put this show on hold? Heck yeah. Did I finally understand why the het narrative was important to highlight the queer one? Yes.

Let us take the het plot lines one by one.

Chan Yeong and Ji Yu. The most important, the most highlighted. This is a very common story in high school. Girl likes boy, boy likes her back, and they date. I had a lot of friends with boyfriends in school (I attended an all girls school) and I see even more het couples in college. Every single time, it reminds me of what I cannot have. I can't be too close with my partner (if I were to have one), I cannot publicly show affection that goes beyond friendship, I cannot sleep on their shoulders, I cannot laugh over lunch together, I cannot go on dates. That was the same for this show. In Class 2 bolds and underlines het privilege, putting it side by side with the internal struggles Heesu has to go through.

Ho Sik. How het people can be open with their affections, but also how beauty standards play out. One girl thought he was ugly even though he worked really hard to make her a whole ass scarf, while another girl found him cute enough to pursue him even from afar.

Hee Sin. Her repeated confessions. I relate from experience when she says that when she has feelings for someone she can't help but confess, and even if she faces rejection, and dramatically mopes around till her next crush, it helps her move forward. Quite a while after I had feelings for them and even gotten over them, I confessed to a few people. Fortunately, all of them took it in stride, one of them told me she used to have a crush on me too, one was really happy and wanted to know more even though I told her my feelings for her were very short-lived, and the third person is still my friend. And confessing to people does make them happy. Unfortunately, not a lot of queer people have the freedom or confidence to do it. There are just so many things that could go wrong. Especially when the person you like is a close friend, it's incredibly hard. But in the end, her confession gets her a boyfriend, one who was in a relationship at that too. Miracles do happen.

Hee Jae. Her arc shows how easily a comfortable relationship can shift into a toxic one. I don't know how to put what I think about this relationship into words, but it's explained really well in @soypim's post (notes, reference #8).

Hee Jeong. Her story tells us to jump, to take the leap, to prioritize one's own self and dreams. Initially she was afraid to go abroad and study even when she wanted to; this fear may have stemmed from worry about her siblings (also an arc about eldest daughters), or fear from going to live in a completely unknown milieu. But Heesu's words act as a catalyst, and she is ready to take this step. Through her relationship, Heesu is also shown how a friendship doesn't have to end when one person confesses, that despite being in a relationship and breaking up and not seeing each other in a long time, Hee Jeong was still friends with her partner/best friend.

And finally, let's talk about the queer narrative.

I loved the conflict resolution. I loved how Heesu got to be angry at Seung Won. I've seen a lot of BLs, especially Thai BLs, where the lead just sort of forgives the romantic lead for playing with their feelings, and I really do not like that. I love that they cleared that, that Seung Won actually confessed, loud and clear.

They might not have kissed, but boy do I love them.

Personally, I think the scene where Heesu confesses to Chan Yeong is very realistic. I have been lucky to have queer or ally classmates, but I have seen when an indirect reference to a person not being heterosexual confused someone, and they didn't really even understand how it could be. Chan Yeong's parental pressures and expectations were also very relatable, as an Asian only child.

When Chan Yeong called Heesu to the tennis court and hit him with balls, I understood where he was coming from. I'm glad he took the time to process what he'd been told and very clearly told his friend his actual thoughts on the matter. I was glad to realize he values their friendship more than Heesu had given him credit for.

How Heesu in Class 2 was a personal reminder why I watch queer media. I feel like after watching all the BLs I have, I developed certain expectations from what I want from a 'BL'. This show reminded me that at the end of the day, I'm just another queer person searching for queer narratives not only for catharsis through fictional characters, but also to hold on to hope about queer stories. This show reminded me of my high school days and every moment was so real. I lived this show, I could see it unfolding in real time, and that made me really giddy. I want to watch more shows like these.

Finally, some moments that stuck with me in no particular order:

When Heesu saw Hee Jeong coming in late and told her to do what she wanted to, that he'd always support her.

When Heesu came out to Hee Sin. Hee Sin was visibly trying to come up with the best reply, but she handled it well.

When Heesu learns Sweong Won has two moms and he thinks "at least he won't hate me for who I am" I almost cried.

The tennis court scene.

The hand holding scene. I absolutely adored it. I want more scenes of boys giggling over holding hands.

Notes and references Posts that inspired this one (so sorry for the long list of tags 😭):

@alien-ally (post)

@bengiyo (post)

@dramalove247 (post 1 & post 2)

@jackandjoker (post)

@lurkingshan (post)

@nabi-unveiled (post)

@neuroticbookworm (post)

@soypim (post)

@wanderlust-in-my-soul (post)

and this critique by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

MY GOD this took me so long (I've been here for almost 3 hours) my eyes are dead my laptop is cursing me out.

Anygays, I really hoped y'all liked and enjoyed this!

If you read all the way till here thank you so much I love you <3

Remember to hydrate and eat properly, and here's a cupcake for you 🧁

[ellie11x-x]

I WANNA DO THIS TOO

Fav Char.: “Leo because I love a ‘cocky but actually insecure’ char.(plus Ben Schwartz) 😝”

Least Fav Char: “Probably the Leader Kraang bc the shit he did to the turtles js wasn’t right man…Plus he sounds like one of those people you would see in a smoking commercial. “I’ve been smoking since I was 13” ahh.”

Char I Think is Attractive: “Leo and Casey. What can I say?- Like Father Like Son?!?!? (iykyk)”

Favorite Villain: “Big Mama or Draxum because one- Big Mama is a diva and two- Dramux has a cute relationship with Mikey as he gets character development.”

Least Favorite Villain: “Repo Mantis or the Crab things because they kinda just make me annoyed. Not sure why but you can see where I’m coming from.”

Favorite Duo: “Magnet/Leader Duo ORRRR Disaster Twins. DT is just iconic as everyone in the ROTTMNT fandom knows. So that’s self explanatory. Yet Magnet/Leader Duo have so much character development in the movie that I can’t not love them. I love seeing their dynamic change as Leo becomes leader and they slowly gain respect for each other. Anywayyyy I think my close third would be PB&J/Arts and Crafts because Donnie and Mikey are just…

HWIRHEKAGSHAJAGHAHEHA…

together- y’know?”

Favorite Ship: “LEOSAGI AND RAPHONA. I KNOW NEITHER OF THEM ARE CANON IN RISE BUT STILL. Leosagi isn’t even canon in any universe…but shhh…LISTEN LISTEN MY CHILD. Samurai Rabbit (Yuichi Usagi’s show on Netflix) was made in 2022 and he (Usagi) is 16 there. WELLLLL the rise movie was also made in 2022 and Leo is roughly 16-17. IT COULD WORK GUYS PLEASE. Anyway enough about gays, Raphona in 2012 is just adorable…so like…sue me- tf?”

Why I like ROTTMNT: “So it started when I first watched the Sonic movie when it came out. I liked Sonic’s voice but was too young to even under anything tbh. So recently about a year ago I had broken up with my boyfriend and went home early the day after. (7th grade was rough bro…) I was bored and found a show called “Ducktales” on Disney Plus. I remembered seeing it in extended day at school and was like ‘meh sure I’ll watch this’…I heard Dewey’s voice and finally decided to look it up. OMG IT WAS SONIC. It took me about another two months (so around that summer, June-July-August 2024) for me to see ROTTMNT. I was told myself ‘I’ll check this out I suppose’. So…that’s how it started. I watched the first episode (which was funny because my sister wanted to watch the movie first) and was instantly hooked. I’m actually glad I watched all 2 seasons of the show before watching the movie because it shows you the dynamic between Leo and Raph before Leo was leader. Then I branched off to TMNT 2012, Mutant Mayhem/TOTTMNT, and the Bay-verse Movies. Now it’s pretty much my #1 fandom I’m in (and the longest) which I’m proud of. I’ve gotten 3 of my friends to watch ROTTMNT and even MY TEACHER. I love this franchise so much…AND DON’T FORGET…

OCTOBER 6TH 2026 MUTANT MAYHEM MOVIE 2!!!!

Anyhow, enough ranting. THAT’S MY BACKSTORY TO JOINING THE ROTTMNT FANDOM.”

Taggies!!: @reesessnickers @bettertwin1 @bagels-and-cream-cheese333

(I honestly don’t know a lot of ppl lmao.)

Calling all ROTTMNT fans

Hi i'm new and I've been seeing these on Tumblr, so I thought to do one :) Btw tag your Rottmnt friends to do this to!

Favorite Character and 1 reason why: (Mine is Donnie because he's funny XD)

Least Favorite Character and 1 reason why: (Mine is the Leader of the Kraang bc of what he did to Leo..)

A character you think is attractive(Can skip if you don't have one): (Mine is DONNIE >:))

Favorite Villain: (Mine is Kendra, or Big Mama)

Least Favorite Villain: (Mine is same as my least fav character)

Favorite Duo: (Mine is DISASTER TWINS)

Favorite Ship: (None tbh)

2 reasons why you like Rottmnt :3: (Mine is because it's a genuinely funny show, the humor in it is great, and the characters are so well done.)

Your tags: (Mine: @donniecrazy20, @geese-ball, @mycomars, @tonystarkwasrobbed, @ihateitallsomerandomguy, @yourlocalmia, @sockkllyy, @strawberryswirl4321)

[arottenlust]

cuz im pretty when i cry (the inspiration)

everything started with that edit. i don’t know what it was, but something about it was hard to look away from. ive rewatched it like a hundred times at this point. the song and the smile on his face inspired the first iteration of this story.

spoilers for the series below (kind of? It kinda fucks w the immersion i think. Idk its spoilerish to me)

one where youre desperate for any crumb of his affection, desperate to have your affections returned, and sukuna is willing and happy to enable your sickness. it grew from there to it instead being a misunderstanding of sorts- sukuna is showing his love and dedication the only way he knows how, with action instead of words. you, used to the very hot and cold and emotionally abusive environment you grew up in, don’t know how to pick up on this. it leads to you slowly falling apart more and more, miserably obsessed with keeping your place beside him, lashing out at any perceived obstacles, despite the fact that sukuna never planned to leave, would never want to. And, blinded by your seemingly easygoing nature and the fact that he quite enjoys your increasingly psychotic behavior, knowing that it stems from your love for him, sukuna doesn’t notice anything is amiss until the cracks begin to splinter and break you apart.

I didn’t plan to make you yandere esque, but it seems that the more twisted parts of me leaked into the story. Oops?

im not sure about including smut. I think i might but im still on the fence about that one…. I probably will tho

it has a happy ending. I didn’t want to give it one, I wanted it to just be a sad, horrifically desperate, story, but this route seemed a little more interesting to write. I think I’ll probably write a different version in the future, one where sukuna really doesn’t care.

the relationship is unhealthy in the sense that a well adjusted person wouldn’t frame their entire life around another person the way you do in this story. i.e youre a yandere. in your head, sukuna could keep you locked up and treat you like his dog-servant-thing, and you’d be happy because you’d be the sole object of his attention. (While u may be unaware) He feels the same in reverse, and he wouldn’t do that anyways, because he’s obsessed and he values you more than you value yourself. That’s why it’s unhealthy. And also because you tweak out if he talks to other people at all with anything on his face other than complete and utter indifference…. but hey! You’re working on it. Basically, It’s written um, romantically? Not super heart breaking and depressing. just putting that out there because I get really unbearable hurt when i read unhealthy -> very sad fics instead of unhealthy -> very in love and reciprocated fics

dykwim?

ugh. I’ll need to write a prequel or something. I want you all to see the way you go from normal and unattached to fighting the urge to stick cameras in his room and huff his underwear. You’re so weird. Stop fantasizing about killing the people he talks to, they dont even exist!

i originally planned to make it as gender neutral as i could but a lot of the scenarios don’t make sense if youre not fem, so that’s that. if that changes throughout the course of writing out the series, i shall let you all know.

also. should i make a playlist?

[sevgilimsatoru]

Error 410 Author's Note (Updated!)

Hi! So, as I said before this is the author's note for the Error 410 fanfic. There are a lot of things that will be included in this note. But I will divide it into sections so it's easier for everyone (including myself)

This is very important in terms of the story, please read it. And this is the full thing. I have added the things which were left to include.

You can scroll down and read whichever part you are most interested in or read all of it, it depends on what you prefer.

Writing in Error 410

The Error 410 was written as a self- indulgent fanfic. I didn't expect anyone other than @ittybittyfanblog to read this story so all this support is appreciated. I feel like you all will get tired of hearing it but I'm so thankful to everyone who reads my stories. And I love you all. It really does make my day knowing that people like my work.

I started this series on 11th of April and it ended on 1st of May. If I hadn't taken that week long break, I feel like it would've ended earlier. And there are so many people who like my posts and read this story. It's unbelievable so thank you again.

I'd say my style of writing is mostly spontaneous, I do plan things but in the end what I will write, add or remove from the story is just based on what is going through my mind at that moment.

There were a lot of things that I wanted to flesh out and add which I couldn't exactly because of the reason I just stated and I will try to do better on this aspect.

But I'll probably try and flesh it out more in spin off series.

Non MC Reader

I never did give much thought to the Non Mc Reader because it was a self indulgent fic, she is very much based on me and my personal experiences.

I've had crushes and obsessions over fictional characters but at the end of the day, I could never fully find comfort in those fictional characters because a part of mind was always telling me that it wasn't real and the comfort I want is never gonna be given to me. That's why I always wanted to keep this feeling of detachment between them slowly turning into affection though I'm not sure if I was properly able to portray it.

Non MC Reader's looks

I do have a certain image of her in my mind which is the Non Mc Reader being underweight.

Of course it doesn't matter. You can imagine her looking any way you want when you read the story.

I have seen a lot of fanarts with MC and official arts. They are always so perfectly skinny. Chubby MC fanarts are rare and very adorable, I love them. But there is absolutely no representation for being underweight.

It is something I want to see represented more.

Non MC Reader's Backstory

Non MC Reader's Backstory isn't something I have thought about but I can give you a few things I kept in mind while writing her.

Non MC Reader doesn't really have a great relationship with her parents. She loves them and they love her and care for her but things still aren't working out.

She comes from a background where sex is a very hushed topic and as a woman, having sexual urges would always be very looked down upon which is the reason for her disgust towards being hypersexual.

Hypersexuality

 Hypersexuality referred to as compulsive sexual behavior or sex addiction. It describes an intense focus on sexual fantasies, urges or behaviors that are difficult to control and cause distress.

It's a condition characterized by an excessive amount of time spent on sexual thoughts and activities, often to the point of neglecting other important areas of life. 

Why was it included?

I feel like there are going to be people who aren't exactly sure why the Non MC reader was written to be Hypersexual in the fanfic.

There are a few reasons for it :-

Basically lack of representation.

The sexualization of this behavior.

I have said this before but hypersexuality is a very hush topic even in safe spaces for victims. There is this ideology of a 'perfect victim' which is someone docile and terrified, is repulsed by sex and the idea of it but there are people who are on the other side of spectrum.

They aren't given any recognition or comfort because they don't fit in this idea of how victims should act. Because of it, they are often shunned out and made to feel disgusted with themselves.

Hypersexuality being the way for the brain to cope is also a way for a person to fall into the pattern of self-triggering which isn't healthy at all.

The sexualization of being Hypersexual pisses me off the most because no, it's not sexy. It's not hot and it's not something for you to fetishize about. It's something that ruins people's lives, makes them feel disgusted with themselves and their body.

It has and continues to be a problem for me every single second of everyday and it's annoying, really annoying.

How does it feel being Hypersexual?

The best way I can describe it is by thinking of it as an itch. An itch that doesn't go away, no matter how many times you scratch it. It's always there and you want to scratch it but you can't do it every single second of your day and if you keep doing it, the skin will eventually get red and it'll start to hurt.

It's there and you just want to keep indulging it. It's starts with just one and then you just keep doing it for hours and in the end, you just feel so dirty and disgusting and guilty.

The only thing that actually seems to have some sort of value is your body.

The feeling is good but when that feeling goes away- all you can feel is guilt, anger, exhaustion. I mean how much can you indulge in this when you have college or a job or whatever that includes being around other people?

And if you are not around other people and bored then the urge gets stronger.

One more thing that I have heard and experienced is the sort of fear of sexual relationships. I know it's very ironic to be hypersexual and being scared of having sex.

There is always this fear in your mind that you are nothing more than how attractive your body is or how "useful" you are, how attractive you are.

And this fear leads to thought like "what if they don't find you attractive?" or "what if sex is all they want from you and then they are going to leave," at the back of your mind , when you do really like someone romantically.

It's so hard to be sexually active with your partner because it is something you think about a lot and want to do but it's also something you are scared to do because of those thoughts.

Still this is just my personal experience, I'm sure it's different for others.

Caleb

The passage between The Love and Deepspace world and the reader's world.

The passage between these two worlds is something I have thought about and what I was able to come up with was that there are two one-way passages between their worlds. One to leave the world and one to enter. I call them Promethean Passages.

So, let's just say the promethean passage to leave the world of Love and Deep space is Passage (1) and the promethean passage to enter the world of Love and Deep space is Passage (2)

The passage (1) is very hard to find, it has a fixed location in the world of Love and Deep space while the passage (2) is easier to find in the world of Love and Deepspace compared to passage (1) the location they appear is often random, and it is unclear how long they stay in one spot.

You can't go back if you enter one of those passages or tunnels and if something goes wrong, you are stuck there until your body ceases to exist.

I had planned to include it but I wasn't able to so that's why I think it's better to say it here.

As for how and where those tunnels are usually located, it'll be explained more in the spin off.

Caleb's evol

There was a part of me that wanted to keep Caleb's evol in reader's world but there are certain changes that happen to the people's bodies or abilities traveling through those Promethean Passages. As for the reason why the happens, it's in the fun facts.

He doesn't have his evol in reader's world and Caleb had to get used it. Because something like controlling gravity tends to come in handy a lot and he had learn to not depend on that anymore during the time he was studying to become a pilot in reader's world.

Potential self awareness in the other characters in Caleb's universe?

It is a reasonable thing to think that the other characters might become self aware because of the information they received from Caleb but I believe it was sort of different in this specific scenario.

When Caleb went to talk to MC, let's see it from her perspective. You have a friend you grew up with and love.

For a while now, he has been acting strange and you are sure he isn't mentally stable and then he comes to your house after months of not talking and tells you that he has a girlfriend in another universe and wants your help to travel to where his girlfriend is.

MC was really concerned for his mental state at that point. She talked to Sylus about this and he was able to find one of the Promethean Passages through his connections but it wasn't the one that Caleb wanted.

So, to answer your question, I do think it was start for MC and Sylus to be self aware but because Caleb is a very integral part of that world, when he left- his universe basically collapsed since a very important piece was suddenly missing.

That information was the start of a very important and enlightening knowledge and I'm sure Sylus would've tried to study more about Promethean Passages, even try talk Caleb about his mysterious girlfriend.

But unfortunately for Sylus and MC in Caleb's world, they weren't given enough time to really understand everything to the point Caleb did.

Caleb's metal arm/ prosthetic arm

Before I talk about it, I did want to include a prosthetic arm for Caleb in this fanfic and there are a few reasons why I didn't.

First of all, I don't want to represent something in my work that I do not have full knowledge upon or haven't experienced myself. I believe that fake and wrong representation is more harmful than no representation and maybe it is controversial to have that opinion.

But if I'm going to include and represent something in my work, I want to know and understand it fully. I don't want to half ass it or include it just for the sake of inclusion.

I did research on prosthetic arms and the type of prosthetic that Caleb has is known as Shoulder Disarticulation Prosthesis

Shoulder Disarticulation Prosthesis is relatively rare, while upper limb amputations are not uncommon, amputations occurring at the shoulder, including shoulder disarticulation and forequarter amputation, are less frequent.

The prosthesis for Shoulder Disarticulation do exist but they are not as common or available as the prosthetics for other amputations. The only prosthesis that I found even remotely similar to Caleb's prosthetic is from Prosthetic Innovations, LLC

The thing I was most confused about was if Caleb should keep the metal arm he already has or get a new one when he travels to the reader's world.

The new prosthetic arm wouldn't obviously be as technically advanced as the one Caleb has and a shoulder disarticulation prosthesis can range from $60,000 to $70,000 or even higher and Caleb wouldn't have the means to afford it for years.

And if he were to travel to reader's world with his prosthetic arm then neither of them would have the means for any update or repair of his metal/prosthetic arm which would make things really hard.

So, I decided against it in the end. I hope you all can understand my reasons and I will learn more about prosthetics so that I can include proper representation in my work.

FUN FACTS

Promethean Passages is something I named after the characteristics of one of the titans; Prometheus.

I read his greek myth (I don't know why) and what I personally believe is that his myth basically tells us that to have a prize you always have to sacrifice something in return and I really wanted to include that in my story.

Error 410 also known as a 410 Gone error is an HTTP status code, it means that the requested resource is permanently unavailable on your server and it has been intentionally removed.

I wanted the title to fit the story and the theme, I hope I did a good enough job.

Along with the quotes at the beginnings of the chapters, they were written to symbolize the feelings or the theme of the specific chapter. If some of you like re-read my fanfic, I hope those quotes were something fun to read.

END

Okay, that's all the questions I have gotten about this fic and I'm writing a spin off along with a few other stories or drabbles. I hope you like those and again, thank you all for reading my work. I really appreciate it. Have a nice day!

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[yandere-fics]

♡ Pauline's Sister Is Terrified Of Her ♡

(Pauline gets to be happy this ending.)

You learned early on the scariest thing someone could be was a true Rhune. When you were younger you'd had a rocky relationship with your parents while you'd completely adored your older sister but you learned the hard way they were both awful and to be feared. Your parents didn't like Pauline in the slightest, she refused to give in and be a true Rhune and so to punish her they refused to let her be around you, you didn't understand why not being around you had been their punishment at the time but you learned later on they knew Pauline was obsessed with you, they weren't trying to protect you from your sister who they said could harm you like they always told you growing up, they were just dangling you over her head and if she behaved herself well enough and gave into that true Rhune nature then she could have you.

To this goal they'd told you all sorts of things about your sister, that she was a Rhune without any of the proper instincts that were supposed to control and propel your family forward, that without someone to obsess over she lacked any restraint, that nothing would hold her back from killing and maiming people but you couldn't believe that, she'd never hurt anyone, especially not you. She could be clumsy when you were younger but you were under the belief that was entirely harmless. They said all Rhune's usually found their obsession at a very young age and so the fact she hadn't found one meant she was a dangerous anomaly who couldn't be allowed to spend time with you or she might not be able to form a bond with someone outside the family later. They said you were the exception because you had none of the tendencies so it was okay for you to not act like one of them but that if she kept bottling up these urges then she'd do something drastic. Still everything they tried to tell you just went in one ear and out the other because you didn't like your parents very much, hated the idea of these base instincts your family had so if anything, them telling you that she wasn't like a real Rhune only made you trust and want to be near your sister even further. Your nanny kept a close eye on you, all she'd been told was that your sister was dangerous for you to be near so she thought she was protecting you until you could be the proper heir of the household at which point she could brag about raising you, even with her being determined though you still managed to sneak off for a few minutes here and there with Pauline who was always excited to give you a sweet treat she'd picked up even if she said you looked like an idiot while you ate it.

It was that first nanny who hated Pauline the most, she didn't stick around very long, likely due to a threat from Pauline though you weren't entirely sure because your parents also probably didn't like how she assumed you'd be heir when the clear heir was Pauline, as soon as she embraced her nature. That first nanny always used to demand to know if you'd been anywhere near your sister if you disappeared from site for a second or smack snacks out of your little hands no matter how you insisted it didn't come from Pauline, you couldn't possibly know she wouldn't poison your snacks, that's how people who did curses worked. It seemed far fetched that your sister would be so jealous of your magic that she would curse you to be unable to use magic so much so that you never even considered the possibility she might take away your magic just to keep you closer to her which was the much larger threat.

The fear everyone expected you to feel for her just never existed in your head, not until you were older, old enough to finally have your very own magic tutor and you drove straight into magic, neglecting to visit your sister. You'd been strictly forbidden from attending the academy with Pauline despite her being in only advanced classes and being older than you by a couple years which you suspected had been the thing that triggered Pauline. Her parents weren't allowing her to hang around you and now they were denying her something she'd been excited for since you started learning magic. It made her so mad to see you being without her that she decided you shouldn't even have magic if you were going to use it to avoiding spending time with her. You remembered you'd been so sad after she'd stomped into your tutoring session to try to drag you out to hang out, one final attempt to let you make it right before she did what she was planning on doing, before just cursing you to lose all magic when you refused. She'd tried to comfort you afterwards by forcing you to eat all the nice snacks she'd been saving up for the both of you in the time you hadn't been spending with her but it really was what began the rift between the both of you. Harmless moments like her gripping your arm too hard as she pulled you into her room to cuddle at night when your nanny took a rare day off or overfeeding you because she was so excited to share her snacks though got rewritten in your head later as her having an all consuming desire to possess you and hurting you in her rush to have you by her side. It was the day you realized she was more of a true Rhune that you had ever thought.

Your parents had been so proud after that incident that they'd eased the ban on her spending time with you but you no longer had any desire to be around her, she was scary to you. You'd also realized then that your parents were just dangling you over her head like a carrot on a stick to get her to behave how they wanted.

The next big incident that drove you to fear her was with your nanny. Your nanny had been making you a food that you didn't like and Pauline had been secretly following you around the manor waiting for a chance to apologize and make her idiot hang out with her again heard. She'd been so outraged the maid wouldn't listen to what you wanted and cursed the maid to leave the manor and never return before dragging you to her room to eat what she'd made the servants get for both of you instead while you tried your best to protest. The disturbing time was cut off with news that Pauline's curse had actually made the nanny so afraid of the manor that she'd run into the woods just to get away and was mauled by wolves, thankfully being saved by a knight who thought it was weird she was running through the forest instead of taking a carriage out. Your parents had been a bit peeved by that incident, apparently your nanny had to be paid off an exorbitant amount so to punish her this time they declared you'd be moved into the annex which was the final incident that cemented your fear for her.

You might have gotten over the magic incident eventually and even the nanny one didn't scare you as much because she had been sort of mean, you just needed some time away from Pauline and you truly would have forgotten it but Pauline wasn't going to allow that. When she saw your parents escorting you towards the annex she had completely freaked out, cursing them to fall down onto their knees if they went anywhere near you while cursing you to have to stay near her, curses which she claimed she couldn't remove but you knew she just didn't want to. To make matters worse, while you were already scared of her from her forcing you to hang out with her, she locked you in her room with he for a whole month while trying to make you like her again, chaining you in her room because she didn't want to risk trying another curse to make you stuck in her bedroom. She'd been clumsy with the cuff too though and it had dug into your ankle, permanently scarring it and making you unable to put too much pressure on that foot. It was only after she saw the ankle bleeding because you'd been trying to get it off that she cleaned your wound and left you go back to your new bedroom which was across the hall from hers. She also had her parents get you a new nanny so she could apologize to you. It wasn't enough to make you want to forgive her but you had no choice but to always be somewhat near her which you think completely delighted her and your parents who had finally recognized her as the true Rhune heir. You couldn't forgive them either, they used to to coax her into being everything they wanted.

She did seem to feel some semblance of shame after that month though, at the very least enough to no longer pull you into her room for snack time or try to make you sleep in her room with her but she still harassed you near constantly because as she put it, you were the cutest idiot so you were hers to bully, no one else's. It scared you how much she felt she owned you, of course you weren't scared of her killing you because Rhune's never killed their obsessions but you were scared about what might set her off and cause another big incident. You found yourself walking on thin ice around her, in your eyes she was a bomb who never thought anything through before exploding everywhere, she hadn't given it a single second of a thought before any of her curse, what if she worsened your curse or even hurt your leg by mistake again, she could even poison your food to keep you reliant on her, she hadn't in the past but in the past you believed she shared no Rhune traits so you wouldn't allow yourself to be taken off guard again if she turned out to be exactly like your ancestors. You'd even taken to researching the ways the past Rhunes said they subdued their darlings just so you could be prepared for any possibilities, a Rhune could do anything for or to their obsession just to keep them, you were not taking chance when your sister was possibly the stronger curser in the entire kingdom. You watched your every move when you were around her though the curse radius had expanded ever so slightly and you never ate what didn't come from your nanny or the gifts your parents set in front of your bedroom once a week. They also left you books and dresses and really anything you wanted to apologize for how they treated you, you think they felt remorse after not being able to see you in years. You knew it couldn't have come from Pauline though, she was forceful when she gave you things because she said she wanted to see the look on your cute idiot face. Since she'd let you attend academy with her, though you had no magic still, she'd shoved lunch at you only to glare when you told her you grabbed the lunch they offered at the academy or your nanny had sent you with something because you'd specially asked. Pauline would always storm off after telling you that you didn't need a nanny now that you were an adult. You agreed with that but you didn't want to let her go yet, it made a very easy buffer between you and Pauline if you kept the nanny on staff. You would have to let her go soon though, you were pretty sure Pauline would kill her soon if you didn't.

"Hey idiot, snack time." You couldn't really understand while she was so hung up on snack time with you, you supposed it was probably just because it's what you used to do when you were really close but it felt like she was treating you like a child when she dragged you away from your friends so you could go eat cake or cookies with her. She also always snatched your cane away and made you walk with her escorting you when she dragged you away, trapping you because she knew you were useless without your cane. She really should have felt ashamed because she was the reason your leg hurt so much to begin with.

"Oh uhm, no thank you, my friend brought snacks. Thanks though!" You usually made your friends carry snacks just so you'd have a reason to ignore her. Plus you wanted to get in more time with your friends before you had to leave the academy for good. Pauline was going to graduate soon and since you couldn't be away from her, you had no choice but to drop out, even if she took over the academy you wouldn't be able to keep attending when she had to stay in place in her office, your situation only worked now cause your classes were perfectly thought out so you'd stay within the range of each other.

"They probably like aren't even as good, idiot." She stormed off to go have her hissy fit somewhere else while you breathed a sigh of relief at not having to sit in a room with her pretending you aren't scared of her.

She didn't take that well, it seemed to be the straw that broke the camels back on her being denied her lover. You heard shrieking that night and so against your better judgement you started walking towards where your parents were, the direction Pauline had gone in, she'd probably widened the radius so she could go see your parents. Instead you found them dead of poison, she'd shoved it down their throats while cursing them to be unable to do anything but scream. You wanted to run really, but you were frozen in place just watching you kill them and position them like they'd just taken their own lives before looking up at you.

"Idiot, you should be in bed. Like come on, I'll take you back to bed." She yanked you away from the scene, frowning when you started panicking. you were panicking because you realized she was going to take you to her room, not yours. Since the chain incident her room had been terrifying to you and you weren't sure you'd be able to handle spending a night in there with her, especially after she just killed your parents. "Stop struggling, I'm not like going to hurt you, that would be totally stupid of me."

"P-please let me go to my room." She tsked and continued into her room anyways, setting you on her bed and laying next to you.

"I just like want to cuddle, stop being a total dumbass and let me cuddle you or whatever." You stopped moving not wanting to piss her off any further, finally relaxing into her arms oddly enough, despite your fear of her. "I love you idiot, don't forget it or I'll like hurt you."

No one questioned her on your parents dying, either they just were idiots who didn't know or she was powerful enough for them to look the other way. Either way it was scary she could just kill people and get away with it, you suspected she might have done something to your poor nanny who had acted as a buffer to protect you all of these year. You were not the biggest fan of your parents but they were better you were sure, they'd been leaving you all of those things so it must have been out of guilt. At least you thought they were the ones leaving you all of those things until you kept receiving those same snack boxes on the nightstand for you to wake up to while Pauline was in her office… and for your birthday you received the same types of gifts you always received but from Pauline. You weren't likely to get a straight answer from her though unless you softened her up first so as much as it disgusted you, you went into her office to ask and sat on her lap while you did.

"Uhm Paulie?" She stared at you in shock, first you got on her lap willingly but then you called her Paulie like you used to when you were younger, felt like a miracle to her when it had been an uphill battle to take care of you and be your good big sister since she'd cursed you that first time. You obviously had something you wanted but even then it felt like a miracle to have you finally asking her for things again when you hadn't in years.

"Yes, my cute idiot?" She felt embarrassed every time she admitted she found you cute but if you could put aside your fear and sit on her lap then she could admit that she loved you and found you cute.

"H-have you been giving me all those snacks I found outside my door?" She frowned, she thought it had been obvious, her parents wouldn't care enough to ever give you things so she'd been giving you those because she thought you'd fear things from her less if it didn't come directly from her hands. Suddenly it made sense to her why you took them, you probably wouldn't have if you knew they were from her.

"Who else would, idiot?" She flicked you on the forehead before correcting herself, her parents were at fault for you being scared of her, she couldn't take it out on you. Suddenly you were starting to be a lot less scared of Pauline, turns out she could be less forceful when she wanted to.

"C-can we start hanging out again?" You were still scared of her but… you think you had enough time to get over everything that went on in the past. She blushed before nodding and calling you an idiot under her breath again. It felt nice to start letting go of your fear towards her.

[werewolf-biter]

Vexen Character Analysis Week Day 7-Connections and Interactions with the rest of Organization XIII

This was actually the first one I came up with for this week, but I held off on it to make sure I didn’t run out of ideas. Vexen/Even is in a unique position of having shared a scene with or is in some way connected to every other member of the original Organization. In this last post for the analysis week, I want to take a closer look at them.

Xemnas-While they never directly interact, there are still some things worth noting. They once were co-workers as apprentices, but this completely changed when they formed the Organization. Vexen is shown seeing him as his boss, but it’s not clear just how much he actually respects him. Sometimes Vexen is characterized as being under his thumb, while other times he seems to have little concern about Xemnas’s authority, as he has twice gone against the plans of the Organization. Xemnas doesn’t seem to care about Vexen on any level deeper than research. He may even actively try to avoid him going off that one 2FM cutscene, although that may just be Vexen’s arrogance talking.

Xigbar- He is the one with the least to be said about. They were co-workers and that’s it. They are never seen interacting and nothing is said in-game that would give an idea on their feelings about each other.

Xaldin/Dilan-Another Radiant Garden co-worker. Not much to say here either as they don’t interact. Dilan was probably worried when Even went missing and that’s all I got.

Lexaeus/Aeleus-Continuing with the apprentices, but unlike the last three there’s a lot more to actually say here. Lexaeus, Vexen and Zexion are shown to still share the fairly close bond they had as Somebodies. Lexaeus seems to be one of the only people Vexen has genuine respect for. Aeleus also seems to show concern over Even’s disappearance. Even seems to value him as a fellow apprentice and doesn’t seem to talk with him in an overly formal way. He seems to be closer to Aeleus then he does Dilan, although that partly do to how things shook out game appearance-wise. It’s also worth noting that Vexen, Lexaeus and Zexion tend to be grouped together in supplementary content.

Zexion/Ienzo-Out of all the Org members, Zexion is easily the one he is closest to. This comes from the fact that he is for all intents and purposes Ienzo’s dad. While Ansem and Even both share the role of father figure, Ienzo’s Character File makes it clear Even did most of the actual work. Ienzo describes him as a stern but loving figure who could sometimes be a bit strict, but still deeply cared for him. It’s clear from the scene in BBS that Even does care a lot about Ienzo. Unfortunately, becoming Nobodies put a damper on this. They both become a lot harsher to each other. It’s not completely gone though as Zexion gets pretty upset over Vexen being killed. Demyx also mentions them as an example of people in the Org who are friends, so they may be a bit more cordial off-screen. Ienzo is clearly the person most upset over Even’s disappearance. It’s not a stretch to read what he says in KH3 as him being scared that he may have lost Even permanently that time. Once they’re both back as apprentices they seem to have patched their relationship up.

Saïx/Isa- I feel like Saïx and him have by far the strangest interactions as it goes from Saïx having him killed to being comrades in betraying the Real Org. It’s a bit tricky to judge how they feel from the scene they share as it is clearly meant to be an act put on to prevent the Org from figuring out what they’re doing. It’s possible they bear no Ill will towards each other as they both seem to have taken a stance of “Yeah I really messed up when I was Nobody”. There’s also the pre-fall of Radiant Garden stuff, like Subject X and the darkness experiments, but it does seem like Isa trusts him, so that doesn’t seem to be something he holds against Even.

Axel/Lea- This one is a bit tricky to analyze because, to be honest, Axel is kind of all over the place as a character. He doesn’t seem to like Vexen all that much in CoM, although his actions there were part of a job Saïx gave him. It’s possible he regrets them due to just how many problems Vexen (and Zexion) being dead causes in Days. I have no clue how he feels after his re-completion, does he still dislike him or did saving Roxas and Xion make him change his tune, who knows. I don’t want to be too harsh here as there were likely outside factors contributing to how Axel’s writing ended up in KH3. As for Vexen, he doesn’t like him and the game directly states that, so no ambiguity here. Even still may not like Lea much once he becomes a Somebody again. He brings it up in a conversation in KH3, but as I’ll mention in the Saïx section that scene shouldn’t be taken at face value. Some of the stuff Vexen says when talking to Org members in KH3 has also been shown to not be how he actually feels. Anywho, this has kind of just been a long winded way to say who knows.

Demyx-This one’s fun because there’s some neat details to look at! Obviously, they have their scene together, where Demyx sees Vexen as a stuck up bore and Vexen sees Demyx as annoying, but Vexen’s Character File gives some extra context to this. In there Vexen talks about how someone being dumb doesn’t prevent them from being wise in their own way, with Demyx being used as an example. It seems that Vexen does appreciate him in his own way, even if he finds him a bit much.

Luxord-Luxord just thinks of Vexen as that researcher guy who sucks up to Xemnas. Nothing in the one scene they share really gives anything to work with on how Vexen feels about Luxord, so I can’t really say something on that.

Marluxia/Lauriam-They absolutely despise each other as Nobodies. This almost certainly comes from the fact they were butting heads over who was in charge of Castle Oblivion. Strangely enough I don’t think they’d dislike each other as Somebodies though. Looking at their Character Files shows them to be in fairly similar positions in their feelings post-recompletion. They both wax about their feelings towards their actions and thoughts as Nobodies and have an almost disconnect between their Somebody and Nobody. After his recompletion, Lauriam’s goal is to work out his memories and Radiant Garden is the best place to go for something like that. I feel they would both hold feelings of regret in that situation. This is getting a bit too speculative, so I’ll end this by saying I think they could have a really neat conversation.

Larxene/Elrena -She doesn’t like him and he doesn’t like her. Interestingly, nothing about this seems to be personal, she just doesn’t like most people in general and he sees everyone as beneath him. They were never going to get along, even if they met under the best of circumstances.

Roxas- Roxas would probably have mixed feelings on Even. On one hand, he’s the guy who gave him a less than fun lesson on how to do recon, on the other hand Even played a huge role in bringing not only him but also Xion and Namine back. The recon lesson wasn’t the worse lesson he had, but it definitely wasn’t the best either. By the end of the lesson, Vexen seemed to think Roxas had some promise at doing recon, so he likely has at least some respect for him, well as much respect as someone as arrogant as Vexen can give anyway. Even also felt like it was his responsibility to make things right by giving Roxas a vessel, so he does feel some amount of care. Maybe some of his good will towards Ventus transferred over to Roxas.

Xion- They may not have any on-screen interactions, but they are characters who are deeply connected. Xion knows him only as the person who created her, but doesn’t know much more besides that as she never got to meet him. She doesn’t ever talk about him, but going off of what we know she likely sees him as a curious figure whose presence looms over her life. Even does seem to care about her and feels a great sense of responsibility as the person who brought her into the world. Going off of the secret files in KH3, he remembered her when no else did. He also put his life on the line to make sure she was able to live a full life. It seems like he has a deep regret for the suffering she had to endure as part of the Organization from both the perspective of a scientist with an obligation to help others and as someone who had a responsibly to watch over her. I hope they do interact at some point in canon as it would be such an interesting scene.

So ends my little week dedicated to doing some fun little bits of analysis of my favorite character. I had a lot of fun doing it and I hope people enjoy reading it. I plan to do a bonus day, but it will just be little things.

Day 1 <3 Day 2 <3 Day 3 <3 Day 4 <3 Day 5 <3 Day 6 <3 Bonus

[salivapleth]

I used to take a lot of baths because I thought I could drown myself out from the reality without actually ever drowning. One time my ex walked into the bathroom and saw me laying face down in the tub. It’s my favorite way to take a bath. To bathe in my bath water, but then flip around, and blow bubbles out of my nose until I can’t breathe any more. I know my limits. I have boundaries. I’m really big on boundaries. I talked today to this girl I’m dating about having hard boundaries. I wouldn’t drown myself. I want to die, but I don’t actually want to die. I would come up for air before I died. The ultimate feeling is when it’s humming and it’s nuked which is what I like to say. Nuked and it’s not really that rewarding. Should it be? I think a lot about my relationship with sex. A lot of people have similar relationships. I’m compared to Simone Weil for some reason. I know the reason. Abstaining as a means of self-preservation or for the greater good of the world. I talk to Rebecca and she tells me we are becoming like the French. All anyone cares about is fucking. I don’t understand why everyone loves fucking so much. I guess that’s all we have and it’s free unless you’re obsessed with the $1000 seated vibrator that’s called something I can’t recall. Is it the pegasus? I don’t know. My poly roommates from Bushwick tried to get me to use theirs all of the time and I kindly declined. Not once. Not twice. Probably 4 times. They were kind to me, they really cared about whether or not I could practice sex, they offered to let me practice sex with them quite often. I always said no, I’m okay. No thanks. I’m okay. One of my favorite parts of living with them was the scene that my roommate would set up for his tinder dates. I’ll paint it for you. We had color changing lights, but every single recessed light fixture had the option to have it’s own color, so he would do a nice mix of red and blue, so, the apartment would have a purple hue. He would put on chill anime lo-fi hip hop beats to work and study to, and then he’d walk across the street (Myrtle Avenue) and come back. One time a girl spoke to me about A Clockwork Orange. I cant remember many of the others. There was one time the fire alarm went off in our apartment when my roommates were having a threesome. They were using wax candles. I walked out of my room past the Funko pop display to see what was going on. Suddenly, 3 people were in the hallway, naked, trying to reset the fire alarm. Her hair had caught on fire. 

[coralhoneyrose]

i stole this idea from a post you reblogged but, do you have any "deleted scenes" from your fics? stuff you really wanted to include but just couldn't find the right place for?

I do, yes! Or like...sort of?

Basically, I have a "passage graveyard" where individual lines, passages or chunks of scenes that I couldn't find a way to work in all go to rest, but I would say it's fairly rare for an ENTIRE scene to get written out and cut. Usually I realize part way in that it's not gonna work for whatever reason and hop ship there. But probably more often the 'deleted scenes' are scenes that DID wind up in the main fic but took a slightly different direction than I initially planned, or where I had two competing ideas for how to execute something and wrote them both out and then obviously could only use one.

Occasionally I'll go fishing through the graveyard and find a line or two that can be repurposed somewhere else, which is always a nice surprise! But most of them are specific enough to what's going on that they're unlikely to see the light of day.

Not sure if you have interest in reading any of them, but here's a few random scrapped bits from various parts of PtLY. This first one would have been somewhere around chapter 11:

“You’re still wearing your dress from the tea earlier,” Chrom observes. Robin smiles ruefully. “I didn’t have a moment to come back and change until just now. Lord Dorian insisted on best three out of five.” It takes conscious effort for Chrom to keep his expression from slipping into a frown. “He insisted, did he?” Robin shrugs. “I didn’t mind. It was nice to have a new opponent.” “Was it a fun match, then?” “Oh yes, he’s a formidable foe," she answers. "I’d say he plays a bit better than you but not quite as well as Virion.” Now Chrom scowls outright. It’s silly to be so bothered by it; he plays a passable enough game, but it’s not like he’s ever invested much effort into mastering chess. Still, if Lord Dorian plays so much better than him, Robin will have scarce reason to keep up their own games together. Chrom doesn’t want to relinquish even that much to this man.

From early in chapter 12:

It’s alarming realizing the last morning he need duel with such feelings has already passed. He’s going to confess to her the truth of his heart, and if Robin loves him as he does her—and if she loves him enough to want to be with him—then waking with her in his arms will no longer fill him with bittersweet yearning. He’ll be able to hold her as close as he wants and cover every inch of her in kisses. It’s a frightening crossroads to be standing at. One way or another their fake relationship is drawing to a close. It’s only a matter of if a real one will take its place.

From Chapter 6, in Chrom's room after Frederick leaves:

“You’re going to have to get used to it, you know,” Robin continues. She keeps her voice light but her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes anymore. “This sort of thing comes with the territory of being engaged and sharing a room. No matter what we do, people are going to make assumptions. Are you sure you want me to stay here if it means dealing with that?” Chrom doesn’t hesitate in his answer. “Of course I’m sure. Embarrassed or not, I’d much rather have you stay here. Your safety is far more important to me than any damned notions of propriety.” Confoundingly, Robin flushes more over this admission than anything Frederick said to them.

Last one for now, from...either chapter 2 or 4 I think?:

Loving Robin came effortlessly to him—it was hard to pinpoint when, precisely, it began when it seemed so intrinsically interlaced with knowing her at all. It was a talent he’d accidentally honed through endless practice—every moment at her side a whetstone that sharpened his adoration further. It came so naturally to him that he had no idea how to stop doing it now that it posed a very real risk of unraveling everything.

[stillfruit]

i love not knowing if i'll ever be healthy again i love all of the time i've used to move my body become nothing i love spending my adulthood wasting away year after year for various reasons baby!