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Why Writing Is So Lonely | Rin T.
Hello writers, and anyone else who uses Tumblr on a daily basis like me. (Although I’ve been inactive off and on.) It’s me, Rin, and I wanted to talk about something that I think a lot of us struggle with. Or at least anyone, and everyone who considers themselves writers.
The loneliness that can come with the writing life and being a writer. We spend so much of our time alone. It doesn’t matter if you're using your laptop or scribbling in notebooks. Or pacing around in your living room and muttering dialogue to yourself (which I'm completely guilty of.)
Writing is really a solitary passion, and it hasn't just recently been like that. I'm sure Jane Austen and Edgar Allen Poe dealt with similar feelings. And sometimes that isolation can take a real toll that many of us choose to ignore, both on our creativity, our passion, which I assume is writing in this case, and our mental health.
I’ve been writing for about 4 years now, mostly working on my own little passion projects that I plan on publishing and side hustles, not only for my writing project but also my blog (TheWrite AdviceForWriters). I’m currently knee-deep in 4 different novel drafts that I’m absolutely in love with. However, let me tell you. It can get Very lonely a lot of times. There are days when I feel like I’m the only person in the world who cares about these made-up characters and their fictional problems. The characters I create in my mind are so vivid that they seem like the only individuals who actually care about my passion. (They technically are, considering they are basically my passion.)
It’s so easy to start wondering whether anyone will ever want to read the stories I'm pouring my heart into. The self-doubt I get has been a big part of my writing journey, and sometimes it breaks my heart knowing that I may not please everyone who reads my stories. That I possibly could get the worst reviews out there on my book. If it's not perfect for society. For example, I have been reading and receiving news on Alex Aster and the amount of bad reviews she received for her LightLark novel, and she has had a few times where she’s stated she poured her heart into it. And it's not just Aster who deals with these as a published author; there are many others, and it sometimes scares me.
But you know what? I've come to realize that this loneliness is just part of the writer’s journey. And that it truly is going to be the process of every writer’s journey and career. It’s going to be one of the prominent challenges we have to face if we want to do this crazy, wonderful, painful thing we call writing. And I think it's important we talk about it, especially since I'm a blogger who owns a blog specifically for writers. The biggest reason I chose to create this blog was for this reason and the many other challenges of being a writer.
I definitely will consider this blog post to be a discussion, and if anyone wants to reblog or reply to this blog post and start a conversation, please do so, just so we can support each other and figure out healthy ways to cope.
So, why is writing such a lonely pursit? Well, there are quite a few reasons, especially reasons for each individual writer; however, here are a few key reasons:
The Act Itself is Solitary.
At the end of the day, writing is something we have to do on our own. Sure, we can brainstorm with other writers and friends who write or get feedback from beta readers. Or even develop and edit your manuscript with a professional book editor. But the actual act of putting words on the page is a solo endeavor. We’re the ones doing the typing, the (physical) writing, and the constant racking of our brains to find the perfect word or phrase to put down on paper or the blank page on a screen.
Even when we’re writing collaboratively, there’s still a certain level of isolation involved. I mean, after all, our individual writing process and creative visions have to align for the collaboration to work.
And let’s be real—aligning those things isn't always easy.
I’ve reached out to book editors, more so of developmental editors, which is an editor who guides the writer/author on the actual plot and outline of the novel itself. And they have mentioned the difficulties of needing to align with the creativity of the topic or novel. It isn't easy at all.
I know that for me, my most productive writing sessions happen when I'm alone. And I know for a fact I'm not alone on that.
Having no distractions when it's just me, my thoughts, and the blinking cursor on the screen with a Spotify playlist playing in the background. And while that can be deeply fulfilling and very productive, I will admit it can be incredibly lonely.
It's an Emotionally Draining Process.
Writing isn't just about stringing words together. It's about pouring our hearts and souls onto the page. Were digging into our deepest emotions, our biggest fear, our wildest dreams, our thoughts, our philosophy, I can go on. And that kind of vulnerability can be utterly exhausting.
When I'm in the process of drafting a new novel or the many current projects I'm working on. I often find myself emotionally drained at the end of the day. I've been living and breathing these characters, feeling their joys and pains as my own. describing the actions, words, and emotions these characters do and feel. And then after that, I have to close my laptop, put my pen and notebook away, and try to reenter the “real world"—a world that doesn’t always understand the weight I've been carrying.
It can be so isolating, feeling like the only person who understands the emotional journey of your writing. Knowing what it feels like to create characters and their stories and emotions and personalities just as if they were real humans. Our non-writer friends and family members try their best to be supportive, but unless they experience it firsthand, they cannot fully grasp the depth of what we go through. I can tell when I explain my projects to others who aren't writers, it can sometimes feel like they don't care about what I'm saying to them. Or it can also feel like, my stories are just a synopsis for an underrated movie no one’s ever watched.
It's a Profession of Rejection
I think we all know, writing is a tough gig. It's a tough career and job. Even the most successful authors have had to face their fair share of rejection. The rejections can be received from agents, publishers, readers, or critics. (like I mentioned earlier), and that constant stream of “no’s” can really chip away at our confidence and sense of self-worth. And especially if you're an aspiring author and have not yet published your work. Knowing that rejection is a big part of the career of writing is frightening. Really.
I remember when one of my best friends, who is a writer, who is currently in the process of publishing her book, would send query after query only to receive endless rejections. She told me it felt like the entire world was telling her, “Your writing isn't good enough,” and that can be a pretty lonely and demoralizing place to be. It has made me anxious about getting to the querying phase, as I still haven't begun to query yet.
Even when we start to find some success, the fear of rejection never really goes away. Will readers love our next book as much as the last one? Will readers even like my debut novel? Will the critics tear it apart? I know when I first started writing my first novel project. I rewrote the first chapter. 13 times!! And that’s because of all the questions and doubts I had in mind. It’s enough to make any writer want to crawl into a hole and never come out.
And the thing is, as writers, we often don't have the same support system that people in other professions might have. We don't have coworkers to commiserate with or a boss to reassure us; it’s just us. Our doubts and the eerie silence of an empty inbox. For example, Ana Neu, one of my all-time favorite Author-Tuber's, has dealt with similar struggles. She’s mentioned several times how lonely she feels and how her family doesn't fully understand her love and passion for writing. And I completely agree with her. If you want to listen to more of her, please listen to her podcast and watch her videos on YouTube here.
So, now that I went over the key reasons as to why writing is so lonely, I didn't want to end this post on negativity, that’s why I wanted to list the main strategies that have helped me:
Build a Writer’s Community
One of the best ways to combat the isolation of writing is to surround yourself with other writers. That’s why I found social media to be a gift, not just for the other obvious reasons, but because we get to find writers around the world who enjoy the same things we like. Having that sense of community can be a game changer.
When I first started my Tumblr blog, TheWriteAdviceForWriters, I was really hoping to create that kind of supportive space for writers. I wanted to create a space where anyone who enjoys writing—not just fiction writers, but anyone who finds writing to be a passion of theirs—can share their dreams and struggles with. It's been amazing to connect with so many incredible people who just “get” the unique challenges we face. Being able to share our achievements and share our compassions. It's been vital for my own mental health as a writer, and I hope that it can also be vital for all of you.
And of course, the community is not about venting or seeking validation from others; its about providing feedback, encouragement, and just being able to make friends. Having that makes the lonely parts of the writing process and journey feel a little less lonely.
Prioritize Self-care
It's so easy to get caught up in the work and neglect our well-being. There have been multiple times where I wouldn't take a break from my writing sessions and simply not eat and drink. I wouldn't give myself time to process everything I wrote, and I immediately after would criticize it.
However, I find that self-care is the most important part of combating the isolation that comes with being a writer. For me, that looks like making sure I get enough sleep. You can't process, learn, and remember anything when you don't have enough sleep. During my personal self-care, when I do 45-to 1-hour writing sessions, I usually take a short nap after. Eating nourishing meals and snacks is important, as is making time for the hobbies and activities that bring me joy. I usually like reading books, spending quality time with my family members, and very feisty (and sometimes scary) cat.
3. Cultivate Gratitude
When loneliness starts to creep in, it can be really helpful to shift our mindset and focus on what we are grateful for; this can be really productive and rewarding. Being a writer is a gift; we get to spend our days doing what we love, bringing our creative visions to life and sharing them with people who love literature. Readers are such a big part of being a writer, and they're huge motivations to me.
So, if you can, just take a moment to appreciate the joys of writing. For example, if you have any writing quirks, I personally have to wear bracelets on both of my wrists in order to produce some type of creativity when I write. I'm not sure why it's just something I noticed. I also really love writing my manuscripts physically. I tend to do this when I'm suffering from writer's block, and for some reason my writing style is a lot better.
And don't forget the many other joys of writing, like drafting, and the excitement of sharing your work with others. Having a new idea come to mind that fits perfectly in your plot. Or even a reader or beta reader sharing a comment on your work and giving you encouragement.
Also, please celebrate your wins; it makes writing all too fun, and it's a great way to integrate writing into the real world.
End Note
I wanted to write this post because I know a lot of us deal with feeling lonely; I’ve been feeling that way for quite some time, and I wanted to share it with Tumblr. I feel like each and every one of you all feel the same way. And that’s why I created my Tumblr community; that's the reason I created this blog, and that's the reason I strive to build this into an entire brand.
I want to bring more awareness to writers, we are the people behind the stories, movies, and media that we consume today, and we barely get any credit for our work. I want to make a brand where others who never thought writing to be their passion could actually for once consider “Is writing for me?”
I feel like it's such an underrated yet overrated passion. Yet it's not acknowledged as much.
I hope this post can make you understand that writing is 90% lonely and you are not crazy for thinking so. But, we can use the resources we have today, like social media, to change that and make writing better for the present and the future.
Thank you all for reading. And please, if you are considering joining a community if you haven't already, please join The Write Right Society. We recently met 100 members, and the community is continuing to grow.
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join the tuna team!
ever wanted to join a discord server full of people who share your love for one specific, depressed, hot martial artist with a lot of catholic guilt? do you have other interests such as baldur's gate 3 and musical theatre? if so, the tuna team is the place for you!
the tuna team began with the intention of a server where daredevil writers could unite to share our writing, beta read for each other, and just talk about our favorite blind lawyer/vigilante. since then, it has morphed into a place where we all talk to each other about our lives, share pictures of pets, and scream into the void about everything we love.
the tuna team welcomes anyone of any age (well, any age 18 and over), religion, gender, etc. etc. and we would love to have you! if you want to join, message me your discord username and i'll send you a friend request!
be advised that the server is 18+ and although we love charlie and his characters, we do NOT allow speculation on his personal life. we ask that anyone who joins be respectful of others' pronouns, identity, and boundaries- specifics on this are available upon request!
members of the tuna team:
here is a brief introduction to each current member of the tuna team! i am relatively new to interacting with the DD fandom (i've been a fan since 2022, but only just recently started talking with other fans online) and am frankly stunned that so many cool, talented, amazing writers who i look up to are in this server. everyone in here is inspiring and supportive, and contributes to the great vibe we have going in the server!
~~moderators~~
vienna @vigilxnte-shit: hi, as you may have noticed, this is me. i'm the owner of the server, i'm mostly here to write, talk about husband!matt, and send pictures of my cat, coconut.
brooklyn @jazerno: brooke is my irl best friend and roommate, as well as coconut's technical legal mother. brooke originally joined to be a moderator, but has since fallen for frank castle, as one tends to do.
mar @mar-thewriter: mar is a very good friend of mine who i met via another server of people i love. mar doesn't talk much here, but is a great moderator who i love dearly.
mads @madschiavelique: mads is the one who made our gorgeous get roles channel and is our coding genius. they are the ones to thank for
~~tunas~~
leg @a-leg-without-fear: leg is hysterical and our resident emoji artist. she has created all of our emoji in the server and also the lovely art featured above, as well as countless other fun works!
yuna @yarrystyleeza: yuna is the sweetest person you will ever meet and fun fact: tuna team comes from her name! yuna always has the best headcanons and her oc, madilyn, is DARLING.
sapph aka sunshine @sunflowersandsapphires: sapph is the mama of our server, she is sunshine incarnate and always has the best writing prompts + blesses our eyes with her pets!
hira aka robin @amphitrite-5: hira is a very soft and kind soul who regularly makes everyone's day with her kind words. she's also one of our best gamers and doesn't like to sleep (though really, none of us do)
via @zomtart: via is the #1 frank castle character defender and i have no choice but to respect that. they're hilarious and we love having them in the server!
i cant find mariam's tumblr: i was scrolling through mariam's messages and literally fighting the urge to laugh in the office. mariam is hysterical and our representative elektra fan.
eclipse @ecxlipse: eclipse is the baby of our server (i think) but has sent us plenty of gorgeous art and wonderful matt headcanons, and they always have the best contributions to our conversations!
crys @what-i-call-men: crys is responsible for several of the best, spiciest headcanons that have come about on the server. they also have sent the best photo of themselves wearing a DD mask.
zena @coxology101: zena is a busy bee and running her own server, but when we do hear from them, we get some of the best thoughts and BTS dardevil pictures.
ivy @catholicguiltboi: ivy is hysterical and has blessed is with photos of their son, yoshi (who i think is a lizard but i am not very smart).
pasta @pastafossa: my jaw dropped when i saw pasta wanted to join. they contribute so much laughter, many great ideas, and the best advice to the server and we are thrilled they're here.
sybil @gracethyomen: brooke and i have spent several nights since the server started laughing in our apartment over something sybil has said. they are genuinely one of the funniest people ever.
shiori @shiorimakibawrites: shiori has blessed us with some of the best matt thoughts time and time again. like pasta, their name is so recognizable to me that i was genuinely shocked when they asked to join, but i'm so grateful they did!
bella @bellaxgiornata: you'll be sick of hearing this but i genuinely could not believe bella wanted to join the server. in my eyes, she is like the taylor swift of the daredevil fandom (and for clarity's sake, that is the highest compliment i can give). in the server she constantly has the best ideas and is always so supportive of everything we all write.
lindsay @shouldbestudying41: much like bella, this is someone who i very much look up to and respect in the daredevil community. having her in the server is a blessing and they are insanely good at time management- i'm incredibly amazed by their ability to juggle so much at one time!
we also have a couple without blogs; aspen and paris. they are good irl friends of mine who don't say much, but are a joy to have in the server anyway :)
divider on top by @sister-lucifer
tuna team art by @a-leg-without-fear
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tagged by @sevenswansmp3 thank youu <3
last song: according to airbuds, the kill by maggie rodgers!
fave color: pale blue/green
currently watching: im on s5 of veep, rewatching she ra with my gf, and i just finished s4 of better call saul with friends yayy
last movie: watched bridget jones’s diary for the first time with my coworker bc we’ve both been on a romcom kick this yr and had such a good time. give me your fave silly romcom reccs pls
sweet/spicy/savory: spicy fs
current obsessions: my new converse! my girlfriend’s cd collection she let me borrow that I have had on rotation in my bedroom speakers all month. rereading the odyssey and the song of achilles for my greek mythology class rn and enjoying it so much. got into sculpting little trinkets for my friends with air-dry clay recently and I looove it. vodka pasta aghhh. also bought very pretty waterhouse postcards I’m excited to send to my gf
last google search: had to redact the three most recent ones so I don’t dox myself BUT my fourth most recent is “SPSS tutorial" for my research lab lol. help me
tagging @the-hot-zone @grlfriends @quimerical @capricornpropaganda @ahotknife @clandystein @froglatte @sapphicpenguin @clubolive @thewrite-of-a-blackbird if any of you want to join in ❣️
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#((Kimblee: Isolation is bad for your health. =] ))#((Zelda: So is...exploding...?))
@regnantlight‘s tags for that thread with @creepiitus keep making me laugh.
Just thought I’d share.
Kimblee how does your brain work.
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twistedstarlitspirits replied to your post: @twistedstarlitspirits: �� and Mal, feel free to...
Would zex be able to smell Mal on Riku? Like magical scent
/ They would absolutely be able to sense Riku. He has a distinct scent.
Maleficent, on the other hand, presents a conundrum. Due to her Fae origins, I am not sure they’d be able to. They just might.
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lordofoblivion:
@tenevaya Ienzo has problem sleeping?
/ They do, and it’s a problem.
They’ve had insomnia due to PTSD since they were a child. What Riku’s doing now? Yeah, Ienzo’s been doing that since before they became a Nobody. Couple that with their illusion magic. After 72 hours, things get fun.
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starter for @thewriter-noah
Old habits die hard. Maybe it was just searching for a sense of normalcy in a situation that was very not normal. Turns out skipping town and then waltzing back in trying to get everyone to spill their guts isn’t the most effective strategy. With the others, she gets it. But The Gang? Don’t they know Freyja is smarter than skipping town when Candy Girl had explicitly told them not to? Even if they assumed she was some selfish fraud that had only pretended to care about them ( which she’s not! ) they should at least acknowledge that’s some mastermind shit.
Oh god, did they think she was behind it all? Surely they would have come down harder if they did. Met her with pitchforks and torches rather than cold shoulders and apathy. Was it kind of a coward move to avoid the conversations she knew would be brutal? People like Zahra that she knew would have not problem calling her out if any of them had thought it even once. Probably, but right now Noah Russell was a sight for sore eyes.
They were friends. Not a business transaction or forced proximity because of Casey and The Gang. Okay, maybe they started like that, but now Freyja would swear he was the annoying and endearing little brother she never had. The age didn’t matter, it was the fact he was Casey’s little brother. Something Freyja’s mind just never shook off when she had mentally intertwined their families.
He’d have the courtesy to soften any blows, right? For old times sake. At the very least, his lashing out would be poetic. “I thought you were deathly allergic to things like this. School spirit and stuff.”
#「 🍑 」 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 » WHAT WILL BECOME OF ME ONCE I’VE LOST MY NOVELTY?#why is this so long????#no proofreading we die like men#if you match length i will leave again
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Zelda Spellman x Fem!Reader x Lilith: Complexities of a Witch
Summary: thewriting-dragon requested “Zelda X Reader X Lilith: Two sassy badass magical milfs and their soft gf who would kill multiple men to see her strong girlfriends just have a moment's peace because they deserve it.”
AO3
A/N: Okay nobody fillet me if certain details for s3 are off. I don’t remember them entirely so I’m going off of the little information I remembered and some youtube clips. That aside, I hope you all enjoy!!
Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix @angel7376
Warning(s): Minor Violence
You could swear that your hair was turning grey. With each passing day, the stress piled on, until you were positive that strands of your hair were turning color. It left you stunned and confused. Zelda had almost a hundred years on you and her hair was perfectly normal. And she dealt with more stress everyday than an entire town would.
“Zelda,” You whined, coming out of the bathroom, “I’m greying.”
Looking up from her book, she scoffed at the dramatics. She marked her place with a finger. Her eyes scanned you from head to toe, narrowed in concentration.
“You most certainly are not,” She finally declared, “I don’t see a single grey hair on your head.”
“Well, you’re missing it, Zee. All of you are stressing me to the point of madness and my hair is starting to reflect it.”
“Oh, hush. Come here.”
You trudged over to her side of the bed, perching next to her as she looked over your strands closely. Her nails lightly scratched at certain areas of your scalp during her examination. Finally, she leant away from you and shook her head.
“One grey strand, Y/N. You’re raising heaven over a single strand?” Zelda rolled her eyes.
“One strand leads to more! Before you know it, I’ll have a head of them.”
“Oh, Y/N, do be reasonable.”
“I am! How have you not gone grey? Sabrina puts you through so much.”
“Oh that’s easy, I stopped caring ages ago.” Zelda said easily, leaning back against the pillows.
You knew as well as she did that it was a lie. She loved Sabrina to a fault, constantly putting up with her antics. You all did. But it seemed she had no intention of continuing the line of conversation. So you resorted to a sure way to get answers; teasing Zelda until she gave up the truth.
“Are you sure that you’re not dyeing your hair and hiding it from us?” You asked innocently, trying to hide your mischievous grin behind a hand.
Zelda sputtered indignantly, attempting to form words, but failing to do so. You couldn’t hold back your laugh at her reaction. She frowned, recognizing your teasing and obviously not feeling very keen on it.
“What have you done to inspire such a frown?” A warm, curious voice said from behind the two of you.
Not aware of another presence in the room, you nearly fell off of the bed in surprise. You leveled a glare at Lilith as she leant against the door. Her look was far too smug for your liking.
“See?” You said, looking at Zelda, “The antics of this family will turn my hair in a week!”
“Lilith, tell her that she’s being entirely too dramatic about this.” Zelda requested.
“I’ll do no such thing,” Lilith responded, clearly enjoying herself, “Even I would struggle to maintain the natural hair color of this body if I were in her position.”
A long, hard stare was aimed at the demoness. She was completely unfazed by it, having become used to far worse looks in Hell. You just grinned triumphantly at Zelda for a few moments. It was very rare that Lilith took your side in matters like these. Zelda and Lilith tended to be of like mind, especially when it would grate on your nerves.
Rather than respond to any of the teasing, Zelda turned onto her side, facing away from the two of you with a huff. You laughed silently, shaking the bed with the effort to keep it contained.
“Aw, Zee, I’m sorry.” You tried, leaning your head on her shoulder.
“You certainly are not.”
“Oh but I am, aren’t I, Lilith?”
“Yes, very sorry.” She agreed, though without enough emotion to seem sincere.
“Go to bed, both of you.” Zelda demanded, turning over for just a moment to press a kiss to your lips and glare in Lilith’s direction, before turning the lights off with a snap.
Through the darkness, you heard Lilith scoff at the other witch’s behavior. Though part of you expected her to stay awake in protest, the bed soon dipped with her weight. Her arms wrapped around you and you allowed yourself to fall asleep just like that.
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When you woke up, there was a dreadful absence on both of your sides. Though the blankets were piled on top of you, the chill in the air wormed its way past them. You shook without either of your lovers to keep you warm.
Reaching out blindly, you searched for them with closed eyes. Lilith often took to reading before you woke, perching herself on the bench at the foot of the bed. If stretched fully then you could typically poke her in the back. Nothing met your reach.
You grumbled miserably. If neither witch was in the room, it meant they’d already convened for breakfast. Likely, you had slept longer than intended, and would be sure to hear about it.
Dreading the inevitable teasings and musings of Zelda, you trudged from bed and down the stairs. But no noise followed your descent from the last step. There was no light chatter or laughter from the kitchen. The comforting babbling of the pots and shrieking of the kettle, nowhere to be found.
“Hilda? Zelda, Lilith?” You called, walking into the kitchen.
The area that was so typically warm and busy, was now completely empty. Cold light seeped in through the drawn curtains. A chill went down your spin as you spun around, looking in every part of the room for someone of the Spellman family.
“Sabrina… Ambrose?” You tried helplessly.
No luck.
Timidly, you stepped further into the room. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took in the cobwebs clinging to the chandelier; cobwebs you were positive hadn’t been there previously. Tracing over the table led to a collection of dust on the end of your finger. Everything felt hopelessly, terribly confusing.
A sudden crash to your right put you on high alert, throwing your hands up just in time. But it wasn’t a wild animal or enemy looking back at you, frozen in space. It was Ambrose.
“Ambrose!” You exclaimed, dropping your magical hold to throw your arms around him, “I am so glad to see you.”
“As am I, Auntie, but we can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”
You reeled away from him, confused at his words. What could be safer than your own home? The one you’d all been part of for so long? Zelda had to be around somewhere, she’d never abandon the mortuary. It wasn’t her style.
“Ambrose, you’re talking nonsense. Now where are Zelda and Lilith? I’m sure we can handle whatever Sabrina has cooked up as a family.”
“You don’t understand,” Ambrose said in a severe whisper, “Nowhere is safe. Not even Hell.”
His tone sent a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t hard to throw off the balance of this plane, but it was unheard of for the infernal plane to be affected. And if Hell was dangerous then that meant…
“Where is everyone, Ambrose?” You whispered, fearing the answer, “Where is Zelda? Lilith? Your Aunt Hilda would never let the house become so tattered… are they…”
“You really don’t know what’s going on?” He asked.
“If I knew what was going on I wouldn’t be asking you.”
“They all… I mean, well... The pagans brought the reckoning and very few survived.”
“No,” You shook your head, backing away, “They can’t be gone. Not like this.”
“I’m sorry, Auntie.”
He placed a hand on your arm, squeezing gently. You felt like his words had gutted you and left you hollow. Despite the fine layers of dust and cobwebs, the memories of the house still felt alive around you.
The smell of Zelda’s cigarette smoke lingered on everything. You could practically see her there, newspaper in hand, smoke billowing from behind it. Lilith’s voice rang in your ears, heckling Zelda about something miniscule. It was always like that. Warm, teasing, and comfortable. You would hide a laugh, but Zelda knew you too well.
Your family lingered in every corner.
Another squeeze on your arm brought you back to the present, looking directly at Ambrose. His eyes were full of the sadness that you felt. But his held more reserve, more… acceptance. This was new to you, though it wasn’t to him.
You refused to let yourself cry. Neither Zelda or Lilith would have wanted it, they cared for action. In your heart you knew that all you could do was work with the tools you had. Magic, heart, and Ambrose.
“Alright, now fill me in on these Pagans.” You said.
And fill you in he did. Though nothing could explain how the time had moved without you, how you ended up in the middle without even knowing it. Fortunately, just as the two of you hit a dead end, Sabrina appeared out of nowhere.
The details were fuzzy and you were running on a lot of hope, but you had faith in Sabrina. If not, at least she had her misplaced confidence. You’d go out fighting.
Sabrina was to shift things around in time, to bring back your loved ones. You stood by Zelda’s skeleton in the Mortuary’s basement, hoping that any second she’d become real, as Sabrina united the past, present, and future once more.
You felt the change, but nothing happened next to you. The hope in your heart was slowly waning. It was hard to hold back the emotions, but it seemed not to matter at all, as a rustling next to you became apparent.
Sitting up on the table was Zelda, looking confused and extremely annoyed. Ambrose explained that she’d been shot at the front door. You wanted to make the person pay, but right now you were entirely too happy to see Zelda to care.
“Zelda,” You breathed out, making her look to you, before wrapping your arms around her, “You’re okay.”
“Of course I am. I couldn’t leave you to deal with Sabrina alone, now could I?” She asked.
Her voice was hauty, but you knew she was joking by the sweet tone in her voice. The gentleness you heard only in special moments.
“Speaking of Sabrina, we’re meeting her near the Cain pit. You missed a lot while you were… sleeping.”
You could see that she detested waiting for any answers, but grudgingly let you pull her out to the Cain pit, where a large group of witches were waiting. It was then that she realized why she hadn’t been buried in it. Hilda was still laying in it and had been for far too long.
Her grip tightened on your hand and you squeezed back. You’d spent the last day mourning your entire family, but Hilda had been with Zelda since they were children. The pain there was likely unimaginable.
But you all joined hands, amplifying Zelda’s wishes. Her screams to the sky, calling on Hecate. The pain in her voice rang through you like a shot. If you weren’t present, forming a circle with your sister witches, you could’ve sworn you had been shot. The pain certainly felt similar.
Waiting with bated breath, Zelda called out after her chanting. One hand placed on the dirt of the Cain pit.
“Hildy?” She said brokenly.
Then, to everyone’s relief, a hand broke through the dirt. Zelda grabbed it eagerly. You could feel the tension leave everyone’s body. It made you especially grateful to release their hands.
You watched joyfully as Hilda clawed her way out of the dirt, crouching to help her. The dirt caked under your nails didn’t bother you like it normally would. It was a small price to pay.
After that, the plan was laid out. By Sabrina, no less. All of the witches were in agreement on how the Pagans would be dealt with. With swift, painful justice. It would be far too dangerous to let them live any longer. They would just work their way back into this same situation. The plan would take place as they sacrificed the virgin of their choosing to the Green Man.
There was enough time for everyone to disband and prepare, or rest, in your case. But you couldn’t bear to rest now. You had your entire family back, minus one key person. Lilith. Little was known about what had happened in Hell, or maybe Ambrose wouldn’t tell you much.
You just knew that your heart was aching, longing for the other woman you so deeply loved. A fire, long put out, was burning in your gut. It threatened to overwhelm you. Instead, you vowed to save it for the Pagans.
You would get your life back, no matter what it took.
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The plan had worked perfectly. Sabrina had gone disguised as Robin, Pesta disguised as Ms. Wardwell. Now the Pagans were fleeing. But the big three, the so called ‘Gods’, were frantically packing their things.
Hilda went after Circe, Harvey and Roz went after the gorgon, and that left Pan to you. While the rest of your coven chased the younger Pagans, you elected to confront Pan head-on. Alone. While he loaded his truck, out in the open, you walked up. You did your best to keep your anger at bay when he set his eyes on you.
“What can I do for you, witch?” He snarled.
“You’ve taken something very important from me. I want it back.” You said casually.
The laugh that left his mouth was cold, empty of any humor whatsoever. You wanted to scream, to rip him limb from limb over what he’d done to your family. Your coven. The pain all of them had endured because of them.
“Not likely. I don’t offer kindness to the whores of Satan.”
“You don’t offer kindness to anyone, false God.” You hissed.
His hackles raised then, offended beyond what words could say. Stepping away from his vehicle, he sneered at you, disdain clear in his eyes. Stretching his arms out to either side revealed his true nature beneath the illusion. The true Pan.
“Your Satan is the false God, but I am real, for I am the great God Pan. And my gaze is madness incarnate…” He proclaimed in a haughty tone.
Your clapping stunned him. It was slow and deliberate, fake and insulting. You held no fear as you walked right up to him and stared directly into his eyes.
“I’ve consumed madness before,” You said, a twisted smile spreading on your lips as he stepped back, “And I kept returning for more.”
With a snap of your fingers, the shimmer illusion around him dropped. The one barrier between you and his true form. Your eyes never dropped from his. He attempted to step away from you, but you wouldn’t have it. Then you swung your arm viciously.
“This is for Zelda,” You whispered after burying a blade in his chest, before pulling it out and burying it in his neck, “And that is for Lilith.”
He crumpled to the ground in front of you. As you stood over him, you stared at the wounds you made. Part of you wished that you’d taken more time to make him suffer. But what’s done is done, you can't turn back time.
“Remind me not to get on your bad side.”
Turning, your eyes landed on Lilith and Zelda. It was Lilith who’d spoken, leaning against a tree, her smirk visible even from where you were standing. Your heart jumped in your chest at seeing her alive and well.
“You’re… You’re back.” You said happily, tears in your eyes.
“Of course I am. Now, are you going to give me a proper welcome or not?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
You wasted no time in moving to her and throwing yourself into her arms. At first, you did your best to be mindful of where your hands were. Pan’s blood was all over them and you didn’t want to stain her dress, but she didn’t seem to mind as she took your hands into her’s.
She pulled you into a searing kiss. All your thoughts of revenge faded into nothingness as your lips met hers. Personally, you’d never felt Hellfire, but you would bet that it had nothing on her kiss.
Zelda scoffed from beside the two of you. Without looking at her, you knew without a doubt that her eyes were rolling. It was her trademark at this point.
With no small amount of effort, you pulled away from Lilith’s kiss, extending a hand to Zelda. Letting her annoyance wane for a moment, she took it and kissed you just as aggressively as Lilith had. Though where Zelda had rolled her eyes, Lilith was now watching with dark eyes.
It would have been easy to let the touches descend into something sinfully fun, but that wasn’t what you felt. You were so relieved to have your lovers back safe. Overwhelmingly, you felt nothing but your intense love in this moment.
“Let’s go home.” You whispered after pulling away, happily dragging both witches back to your safe haven.
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“Look at this,” You urged Zelda over to your side, pointing to your hair, “Right here.”
“You’re calmer about this one, I see.” She said.
“I think I… appreciate them now, more than I hate them.”
“Is that so?”
“I wouldn’t have them if I didn’t care. So I consider it good that I care so much about my family, even if it gives me grey hair.” You admitted, avoiding her eyes as your cheeks burned red.
Zelda was quiet for a few moments and you wondered if you left her speechless for once. But rather than say anything, she placed a sweet kiss upon your lips. Her thumb rubbed over your cheekbone affectionately.
“Having so much love is a remarkable gift.” Zelda murmured, punctuating the statement with another kiss.
You leaned into the rare moment of open, sappy affection. It was nice to spend time like this, reveling in the love of your family. To know how loved you were.
“I walked into a sap fest, I see,” Lilith’s voice came from the doorway, “Hard to believe I’m looking at the same witch who slaughtered a God two days ago.”
She was nursing a glass in her hand, taking a sip as her humorous eyes glanced over the rim. You gave a small laugh. Though she'll tease you endlessly about your ways, she did envy how open you could be with all of it. Love, care, honesty. It’d been completely foreign to her for so long.
“What can I say, sweetheart? I’m just complex like that.”
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𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗥 @thewriter-noah 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧: so... that polaroid huh. except ella’s tipsy and said some cheeky angst for good measure x 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘: noah’s room
This wasn’t exactly new territory for the Russell brothers. They’d been here before. Back when Casey had been the one the finger had been pointed at in an ongoing investigation. Teammates, they’d agreed. Maybe it had been foolish to think Noah wasn’t keeping secrets when he was still harbouring his own. Maybe. The thought ticks over in Casey’s head as he lies restless, tucking his pillow over to reach the cool side for the tenth time. It was normal to be concerned wasn’t it? He doesn’t think Noah is capable of murder. But it doesn’t sit well with him nonetheless. There had been some truth in all of the Candy posts. She’d been right about Sabrina and Mayor Montez. Wrong about Rory and he having a baby. But there was photo evidence of Noah and Lux! Alleged, he can practically hear Zahra’s voice in his ears. It’s easily past midnight when he finally slips out of his room, sick of the lack of sleep and internal debate and he hovers outside Noah’s door trying to muster up the words before they’ve even had the conversation.
Finally, with a breath, knuckles knock on Noah’s door as he waits for an answer - after that condom AOL message it’s the least he can do to save his poor eyes. “Hey,” he calls, hoping to God that the whiskey and hopelessness of the past few hours aren’t evident in his tone. “You up?”
#interactions ft » noah.#i have... actually been possessed by the spirit of reality tv and this is far more dramatic than it needs to be t
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who: teen detectives who are NOT boring @thewriter-noah what: sleuthing at orientation where: the club fair for one (1) hot second lmfao
CCU Orientation was overwhelming to say the least. Even though she was excited to meet new people, and looking forward to all of the craziness that would come with the start of college.... it was a lot. Especially for someone who’d spent the last seven years of her life (more or less) with the same group of people. Small talk usually didn’t bother Rory, she actually enjoyed it, but it was starting to grate on her nerves. Every time she talked to another freshman worrying about whether a professor would be tough, or if they’d make it to bid day, something ugly and acidic twisted in her stomach. A few days ago she’d been worrying about whether her friends would make it off campus alive- whether she would.
Since that night Rory had mostly avoided thinking about their horror scene at CCU, not wanting to associate her new college with the (fake?) Candy Girls’ reign of terror right off the bat. Thankfully, none of the orientation events were scheduled to be in the theater or the library, or by the school at all. None of them would have to force smiles and make friendly conversation at the scene where they’d all been made victims again. The wheels in her brain started turning. No one, would actually be in the library or the theater during orientation... They’d be completely empty. Half a plan clicked into place in her mind- more than enough for her eyes to start scanning the groups of people, trying to find one in particular.
She spotted Noah across the park with surprising ease, and made her way through the crowd. When she was close enough she reached out and squeezed his elbow in greeting. “Hey,” her lips quirked up in a small smile even as she fidgeted with her hands. “I’ve got a maybe-crazy idea.” A quick glance didn’t reveal any obvious eavesdroppers, but Rory lowered her voice anyway. “Do you wanna come check out the library with me? Or the theater maybe? They should be empty, and I want to look-” for clues��sounded too silly to even say out loud. She bit her lip. “To look around, I guess. Second pair of eyes?”
#event 003#if you match length i swear to god i will cry#i have no idea how this got this long#rip how long this is without DOING ANYTHING FOR SO LONG#noah
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who: @thewriter-noah what: pretending like this has been an incredibly long journey thank u all for joining us where: montez auditorium
The Mock Trial was turning out to be a total bummer, but probably not for the reasons most people were expecting. Yeah, Candy Girl showed up with one of her stupid riddles, but being surprised about her rearing her ugly head was so ‘98. Besides, she picked Kitty to be part of her little play. Could she really be completely mad when given such an important role? Maybe not a lead, but she’d still get to take the stand. Except the conversations were all on their missing sorority sister and the stupid riddle! So, Kitty did what was natural when seeking external validation. “Noah! There you are,” she cooed. He'd always been the type to drop everything for her and looked at her in a way that made her feel like the only girl in the room. “I’m, like, totally confused about this whole trail thing. Are we on the same side? Y’know, like a team? You’ll stay close through it, right?”
#「 🍑 」 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 » PICK A PERSONALITY FOR FREE WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE NOBODY.#「 🍑 」 𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋 » DASH INTERACTIONS.
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not so subtle
Happy Mayward Week 2020!
Day 2 - October 5th: Mayward + “Why are you whispering?” + au
Shout out to @eddie-and-richie for giving me the idea for a roommates!au. I added a hint of college!au as well!
John B isn’t stupid, but apparently his friends think he is.
John B never really expected his two best friends and roommates to like each other so much. John B had met Pope in class and instantly felt like Pope would fit right into their little group. He had been right when he brought the other boy around JJ and Kiara. Pope fit right in.
Pope specifically hit it off with JJ. The two evened each other out. Where JJ was wild and impulsive, Pope was calm and thoughtful. John B never really had much luck talking JJ out of his stupid shit, but Pope could talk him out of almost anything. It went the other way too. Pope was always cautious, but JJ could talk him into doing some of his less stupid shit with a smile and a promise of I’ll have your back if anything happens.
It seemed pretty natural when sophomore year came around and they found a small three bedroom off campus. It would save them all money in the long run and Kiara offered to do a majority of the cooking with her family recipes. They split up cleaning among the guys (because Kiara cooked, she didn’t have to clean) and it worked perfectly.
It also made John B realize that maybe Pope and JJ didn’t just like each other as friends, but as something more.
Okay, he may be a bit stupid because he realizes after the first week how obvious it is. They always sit next to each other, knees bumping. JJ and Pope touch each other casually a lot. It’s any excuse they can get. A hand on a shoulder. Patting a knee. They always linger too and John B can practically feel the tension between them.
John B would have to be blind and a complete idiot not to notice the shift his friend’s relationship takes. They are the furthest from subtle as you can get.
Do they really think he doesn’t notice that JJ sneaks out of their room to go to Pope’s? The rooms are literally right next to each other. There was no way he was going to miss that.
It wasn’t just that though. JJ would drag his hand across Pope’s shoulders if he passed him. It wasn’t just knees touching now, but their bodies pressed together sometimes, JJ’s arm draped across the back casually like he thinks he is tricking John B and Kiara.
It was also the looks they shared. If John B wrote poetry, he could describe those looks as something more than just love because there was so much more behind those looks. Love. Adoration. Reassurance. Longing. Desire. It is what made John B realize this wasn’t just sex (something JJ has always been know for), but something much deeper.
John B couldn’t stand it though. He didn’t understand why his two best friends wouldn't be comfortable telling him. Yeah, when they were young, before they even knew Pope, the three had agreed on the no macking rule within the group. This was different though. This wasn’t just macking.
He has enough of it when he walks out of his bedroom (that JJ had been absent from the night before) and finds the two curled up on their couch. He’s never seen JJ so relaxed, even in his sleep, but pressed up against Pope, face in the crook of Pope’s neck, he looks like the textbook definition of relaxed.
The two are in a quiet conversation when John B goes to sneak up behind them, the movie merely noise in the background. John B doesn’t really care what they're discussing as he sneaks up behind the pair. He does catch snippets about going home for Christmas and Pope inviting JJ to spend the holidays with his family.
John B has to pause a moment when he sees JJ’s stunned reaction. John B can’t help his own happiness from bubbling up as JJ looks at Pope with hopeful eyes. Pope reassures JJ that his parents will love him (the doubt is written all over JJ’s face) and he watches as JJ agrees, voice quiet with excitement lacing his words.
It’s almost enough to stop John B from interrupting. Almost.
The two continue their conversation in hushed tones, obviously trying to keep quiet because they think John B is sleeping. He isn’t though and continues his quiet trip to his two friends before he speaks, “why are you whispering?”
He’s never seen two people jump so high. JJ nearly tumbles off the couch as he scurries away from Pope, eyes wide with worry as he meets John B’s teasing gaze. John B is chuckling now as he glances back and forth between the two of them, waiting for an answer.
“Uh-we thought you were asleep,” Pope finally says, voice shaking a bit with nerves. It has a frown tugging down John B’s lips. Did they really think he would have a problem with their relationship? He was happy for his friends. He wishes they would realize that.
“Nah man, my schedule is all thrown off because of my night shifts,” John B answers, hopping over the back of the couch to sit between the pair. They still look a bit shell shocked, but are slowly shifting to sit on the couch properly again. “So, what are we watching?”
“Um, I’m not sure,” JJ mutters, flinching when John B pats his knee. He exchanges a look with Pope, who nods his head. “JB…” John B doesn’t need him to continue.
“Dude, I’ve known for weeks now.” Que the shocked looks. “You guys are not subtle.”
“But-” Pope started, but John B cuts him off.
“Guys, I approve. It’s cool. I’m happy that you’re happy.”
“But what about the no macking rule?” JJ asks, unsure. John B has never seen him so nervous.
“JJ, this isn’t just macking,” John B replies, arm going around JJ’s shoulders to pull him in. He does the same to Pope on the other side.
The words seem to have JJ fumbling a bit nervously as he glances at Pope. John B doesn’t know where they are in their relationship, but probably not at the I love you stage if JJ’s panicked look is anything to go by.
Pope catches JJ’s eyes though and it is so soft and full of so much love. It makes John B a little sick, but he sees the way JJ’s eyes light up and he refrains from teasing them as Pope says, “ No, it’s definitely not just macking.”
Maybe sitting between them was a bad idea, because they’re both going in for a kiss and John B gives each a little shove as he hops off the couch. “Yeah, good, good. I’m happy for you guys.” They aren’t listening though and John B sighs. What the heck did he just do to himself? At least before they tried to hide all the lovey dovey stuff. “Okay, well, I’m just going to go.”
“Yeah, sure, see you later man.” But JJ isn’t looking at him, blue eyes filled with Love and….something else. Yep. That’s lust. John B hurries out of the room as their lips meet, deciding it may be a better idea to study in the library.
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GROUP ONE - THE BASEMENT. SUCCESS.
PLAYERS:
THE ROMANTIC - Mackenzie Walsh. THE MANNEQUIN - Caria Yildiz. THE WRITER - Noah Russell.
PERKS:
COME HERE, LOVER BOY!: With Mackenzie Walsh in the group, it’s harder to fail! Mac and the Candy Girl’s love affair gained the group an extra advantage during the Puzzle, and gained them a Last Ditch Effort to get out of the room - but only if Caria gave up trying.
MEMORABLE MOMENTS:
-CARIA FRACTURED HER SHOULDER. -THE GANG CHOSE LUCK AND FAILED. -THE GANG USED ALL THREE TRIES IN THEIR PUZZLE AND FAILED - BUT MACKENZIE’S LOVERBOY PERK GAINED THEM AN EXTRA SHOT. THEY ENDED UP SUCCESSFUL, AND FOUND THE KEY TO SAVE THEIR FRIEND. -THEY EVENTUALLY ESCAPED THE ROOM AFTER CARIA GAVE UP TRYING.
The day hadn’t been busy-busy until Mac began setting up with the rest of the band - the perfect time for a Boardwalk employee to approach him! Everything seemed to be going smoothly - at least from Mac’s end - but the employee insists that as the frontman of the band, a cord from the basement must be grabbed for his microphone. Mac doesn’t argue much - there’s no time to argue - he just needs to get back as soon as he can. @romxnticss
The sun has been fixing it’s way over the horizon for what felt like far too long, but somehow the Minute-Makeover booth was still a-buzzing. Curling irons here, Mascara there - but somewhere within the chaos, a Boardwalk worker managed to grab Caria by the shoulder. Her mother was busy with a client, but the Boardwalk worker insisted that paperwork must be retrieved from a clerk in the basement, and it must be retrieved now - lest they pack up the booth ASAP. Caria hardly gets a look at the person - they walk away before any questions can be asked, but apparently it’s important that Caria gets to the basement as soon as she can. @manncquin
A boardwalk employee grabs Noah by the shoulder as he’s walking down Roller Coaster Row - a little shocking, to say the least, but all is explained when the employee mentions Ronnie Russell and his need for Noah’s assistance ASAP. Apparently, there’s some table in the boardwalk basement that he needed to fetch for the booth they were setting up outside of the Main Stage. Don’t know why they asked Noah when they could have asked Casey, but… he better hurry. @thewriter-noah
THE NARRATOR: Reunions were supposed to be pleasant occasions, weren’t they? They were supposed to bring feelings of joy, and nostalgia; you were supposed to forget the awkward haze that had plagued your senior year of high school, and just… pretend like the good old days were actually just that. Good. Absence did make the heart grow fonder and all that, didn’t it? Though, maybe it’s silly to wonder why this little reunion, in the service basement of the Boardwalk, might not be so pleasant. It had only been a week ago that they were all huddled into another basement together, after all. Playing at the whims of a suspected lunatic, and baring their souls - and their tongues - to each other. Not even ‘a Day in Carousel Cove!’ could smooth over that awkward little blip, could it? Still, the three of them made their polite, familiar conversation. Mac laments about being late for his set, and Caria makes some excuse about having to get back to her mother… Noah may or may not be wondering why he’s there at all! But the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking from the far end of the room should be enough to cease all wonder. Jinkies, kiddos! Wonder what’s in store for you this time. NOAH: Noah would be lying if he said, having come down initially to find Mac and Caria in the basement alone hadn't set off some vibes that left him feeling sick to his stomach. While it didn't look like he'd walked in on anything especially scandalous, and their reasoning for being there all seemed legit, thoughts of what had happened between Caria and his brother crowded his mind as he began his search for the table. It wasn't like he'd ever suspected anything between she and Mac but the mistrust had it's way of playing out all sorts of scenarios in his head. At the sound of the door closing he paused as he gave a quick glance up in it's general direction before looking back to see if by chance the other two had left without so much of a word. "Did either of you find what you were looking for?" He asked shortly when he noticed they were both still there, feigning certain his uneasiness was playing tricks on him. THE NARRATOR: Just as Noah speaks, a clock in the corner of the room strikes 7:30pm, as does the watch of a masked figure, just outside the door. It’s time! But for what, exactly?
A moment later, Dean Hargrove’s voice fills the room like a ghostly echo from the stage - welcoming the citizens to the boardwalk, and more... but just as suddenly as his voice appeared, he’s cut off by a voice they don’t quite recognize. A voice that might just damn them all.
CANDY GIRL: “REST IN PEACE TO OUR DEAR OLD LUX, BUT I HAVE NEWS THAT THE CHERRY TIMES IS TOO SCARED TO TELL! THIS WAS NO SUICIDE. LUX WAS MURDERED. THE QUESTION IS - WHICH ONE OF HER FRIENDS DID IT?”
THE NARRATOR: It was hard to imagine a chill didn’t run down the whole of Cherry’s spine at the implication; hard to imagine that her friends weren’t disgusted by it… Or at least acting disgusted.
CANDY GIRL: “AND TO THAT LITTLE GANG! MAKE SURE TO CHECK OUT THE LATEST ISSUE. SOMEONE IS MISSING, AND YOU’RE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO CAN FIND THEM BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE. GOOD LUCK!”
THE NARRATOR: It would have been impressive timing if it weren’t so fucking frightening, but at just that moment, their very own issue of the Cherry Bomb slides beneath the door. It skids to a stop, right at their feet.
The cover is collaged with photos of Lux - the inside? Crime scene photos. There’s no pictures of her body, of course; that would be crude, even for the Candy Girl - kind of - but images of the blood soaked into her carpet. Still pictures of her bedroom, flaunting a life once lived: those are there. A shot of her suicide note, ‘I’m sorry, I love you,’ and all.
And right there, in the middle of the spread, like a centerfold? A note, written in Sharpie - just for our ragtag little slice of the gang.
CANDY GIRL: GET OUT,,, GET OUT, WHEREVER YOU’RE LOCKED!!!! NOT A FAN OF SMALL SPACES?? I’LL STICK YOU IN A BOX. SOMEONE IS MISSING, BUT I WON’T SAY WHO… FIND THE KEY, AND FIND OUT WHO.
BUT WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT! YOU’RE ON THE CLOCK! LET IT RUN OUT, AND THEY’LL STAY IN THE BOX. WILL THE TIDE COME IN? HMM, MAYBE IT WON’T. OR BETTER YET? MAYBE YOUR FRIENDS WILL FLOAT.
THE NARRATOR: Oh...my. Now, that’s a predicament, isn’t it?
I suppose we’re at least lucky that the Candy Girl leaves the rules simple, right? Find a key. Get out of the room, and… Maybe she doesn’t kill one of your friends. Maybe
MAKE A CHOICE: YOU MUST ESCAPE THE ROOM, BUT HOW DO YOU IT? THERE HAS TO BE A KEY SOMEWHERE, SO HOW DO YOU FIND IT? BY LOOKING FOR CLUES [PROBLEM SOLVING] OR BY TEARING THE ROOM APART? [LUCK]
CARIA: Unquestioning dutifulness used to be chief among Caria's virtues, or at least it must have been, looking back. Not dutifulness out of any sort of filial affection but the point still stands: she's always done what's been asked of her. As it was, she barely blinked at the matter of paperwork. It checked out-- usually her mother has people to deal with the administrative side of things but a legal team for a day at the Boardwalk seemed overkill even to the unendingly ostentatious woman. And given the company Caria's ended up in the basement, she's all too happy to stay all the way adrift in her thoughts. Even the click of the door isn't enough to pull her back to reality. What is enough, however, is the unwelcome broadcast.
She's never been good with these kinds of things. Maybe there's a way to look around at the small details and figure things out that way, but unfortunately how good she looked in tweed and faked a British accent had no real correlation to how closely her thinking could mirror Sherlock Holmes'. So, she does what she's only ever really let herself do in her imagination: She starts pulling the room apart haphazardly, hoping something helpful will happen upon her if she's desperate enough.
MAC: In twenty years, Mac had never exactly found himself in any high pressure situations. Perhaps it came from living with a self-proclaimed former hippie, or the fact that it was hard to build any real sort of stress in a record store, but regardless- he never saw himself stuck in the middle of this sort of thing. While his first reaction had been to head for the door the moment he heard Dean Hargrove's voice, still preoccupied with missing Mystic Cherry's set, the realization that they were trapped had slowly but surely sank into his brain. There's a pause as Caria starts tearing things apart, a moment to let his panic sink in, before he's starting on the other side of it, desperate for a way out and to the rest of their friends.
THE NARRATOR: In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to just start tearing the room apart. Mac and Caria look for nearly fifteen minutes - maybe twenty - as the chaos of everyone else’s night unfolds on ground level above them. They’re losing time, and coming up empty - it’s time for a new plan.
The Candy Girl is cunning, and cold, after all. Meticulous. She wouldn’t be the type to just leave something where anyone could find it… Maybe. Looks like they’re playing Mystery Gang on this one.
MAKE A CHOICE: FAILURE. THE GANG HAS SUFFERED A TIME PENALTY DUE TO THIS ACTION. IT WILL NOW BE HARDER TO GET OUT.
THE NARRATOR: Looks like they're going to need clues to get out. Noah stays focused on the sharpie scribbled riddle in the ‘zine while Mac and Caria raid the room for something useful. Not so useful, but strange enough to take note of? A cherry red briefcase, shoved into one of the dusty, storage lockers. Not only that… but maybe there’s actually more to the note than they thought.
MAKE A CHOICE: TRY THE CODE.
NOAH: This was it. The first interaction with the allusive Candy Girl since the night of Lux's funeral but instead of having them all making out with one another she was sending them on some wild goose chase. Noah could barely control the slight trembling in his fingers as he attempted to put the code into the briefcase they'd found. Normally such steady hands with a pen couldn't find peace as he recalled the box that had arrived at his door only a week before. MAKE A CHOICE: WRONG CODE. SORRY.
MAC: Mac wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to know what was inside the briefcase, though his fear of whats inside soon turns into a fear of not being able to get inside as he watches Noah struggle. Quietly he takes the briefcase into his own shaking hands, inputting 2-1-3-4. MAKE A CHOICE: WRONG CODE. SORRY.
CARIA: Caria frowns and puts in 3421.
MAKE A CHOICE: WRONG CODE.
NOAH: Noah took the box again and worked the numbers until they read 3-1-4-2.
MAKE A CHOICE: SUCCESS.
THE NARRATOR: The briefcase pops open and reveals a coppery key. Someone should probably try it in the door!
NOAH: Hearing the sound of the briefcase pop open came with a strange sense of relief as Noah pulled the key from the briefcase. "Jesus.." He whispered mostly to himself as he glanced back at Mac and Caria and made a point of dad jogging over to the door. The adrenaline still racing through his veins as he tried the key in the door.
THE NARRATOR: The key doesn’t even turn, and just like that… defeat rings through the room all over again. Wait, unless -
MAKE A CHOICE: TURN THE KEY OVER AND TRY IT THE OTHER WAY? [LUCK - HIGH RISK, HIGH REWARD]
NOAH: Noah paused, contemplating as he felt the key unwilling to move and made the decision to pull it back out of the door. "It's no fuckin good. They're toying with us. This isn't going to let us out." He said frustration thick in his voice as he shot a look to both Mac and Caria. "Any other hints we missed?"
THE NARRATOR: The sound of the clock ticking in the corner of the room is almost ominous as it continues on in it’s effort; keeping a steady beat to their struggle. They have to get out, or someone gets hurt… They have to beat the clock, but how long did they have exactly? And beyond that - how long would they be stuck down here until somebody found them?
Maybe the door wasn’t so sturdy. It seemed old enough: they could try to break it down. There’s windows - high up, but windows nonetheless. They could climb it, if they needed to.
And if desperation really struck? Well, they could always scream for help.
MAKE A CHOICE: HOW WILL YOU GET OUT? BREAK DOWN THE DOOR [STRENGTH], CLIMB THROUGH A WINDOW [FIGHTER], OR SCREAM FOR HELP [CHARISMA.]
CARIA: Caria gives a dubious look to her companions but seems to gather some kind of resolve. "If I could just get up through the window, I could get us out," she reasons with an uncommon amount of confidence to her voice, "Can you hoist me?" And then she tries to climb up with the others' help.
THE NARRATOR: If only Cherry High’s gym teacher could see Caria now! To coach her through the proper hand holding technique they had all learned during rock-climbing week. It’s a noble effort as she makes it halfway up the wall, but as a shelf tips forward, Caria topples backward. In the blink of an eye, she’s on her back in the middle of the room - a loud crack sounding from her shoulder.That’s definitely broken.
The other two crowd their Caria, trying to comfort her - promising they’d get her help as soon as they could. But it’s no use. Nobody knows where to find them; nobody can hear them. And nobody is coming for them.
MAKE A CHOICE: YOU'VE FAILED YOUR PLOT EVENT.
CANDY GIRL: But wait! Who is that handsome boy in the back? Mackenzie Walsh Looks like my favorite boy has another shot. Let’s go, Lover Boy!
THE NARRATOR: Seriously? Fine! They had only been in here for a half an hour - maybe a little more - but somehow it felt like centuries. They were beaten, and broken down… They had fallen right into the Candy Girl’s trap, and like mice in a lab, there was no escape. Maybe. They could always keep screaming for help - but then again, what was the use?
MAKE A CHOICE: LOOKS LIKE YOU GOOFED IT - BUT YOU HAVE A SECOND SHOT. DO YOU ADMIT DEFEAT [SELFISHNESS] OR DO YOU KEEP TRYING TO SCREAM? [LUCK HIGH RISK - HIGH REWARD]
CARIA: There was no point, was there? Some tiny part of Caria insisted it wasn't, and yet it had to be. Her shoulder wasn't even what bothered her most. Even if she could get out (but what reason did she have to have ever hoped she could pull off some heroics?) it was undeniable that whoever was in that box never knew or liked her to the level she hoped. Probably, they blamed her for her relationship with Harvey falling apart, for Casey feeling hurt, for Lux dying. They were not her friends. They were unlikely to even like her that much Caria, who had been unintentionally tearing down others left and right, fostering nothing but ill-will. She felt humiliated, which was bad enough on its own but doubly so heaped in a pile in front of Noah, who probably hated her, and Mac, who probably would shortly.
Why was she even doing this? How could she go back to the group day after day and pretend she belonged? Even if she swallowed her pride and went through the motions for the sake of retaining her place among them, Candy Girl knew the truth, which meant maybe others knew the truth, which meant she would have to sit there as the villain pushing others to suicide. She's crying. Of course she is. Messy, gasping sobs, as though she's been held too long underwater. "I can't do this. Let's not do this. I can't-" she tries to utter while struggling to breath through her crying, "No more."
THE NARRATOR: Maybe it was wrong to just sit down and let it happen to them, but what were they supposed to do? They were beaten down and broken… they had tried so hard, and failed. Why not just say, fuck it?
Half an hour goes by that feels like an eternity. Their friend quietly crying in pain; anxiety on high. Mac trying not to cry, himself.
But the sound of footsteps from down the hall piques their interest. The sound of their voices all mix in one as they call out for help, and only a minute later is someone turning a key into the door lock.
MAKE A CHOICE: SUCCESS. YOU'VE ESCAPED… BUT ONLY BECAUSE THE CANDY GIRL GAVE MAC A SECOND CHANCE. YOU WON’T BE SO LUCKY NEXT TIME.
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So anyways heres the idea: the reader has a scheduled date with dick/roy/any guy you want in a few days. The reader is "best friends" with Jason and she has no idea how romantic relationships work (shes the typical innocent and virgin girl sorry if its corny but you can revise it if you want), and Jason teaches her how to kiss then things got intimate- til he teaches her foreplay and s*x.
Service (Jason Todd x Reader) (NSFW)
A/N: So I indeed changed a few things, anon. Hope you don’t mind and that you’ll like anyway. And thank you for your patience.
Warning: Fluff, Language and SMUT!
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“I want you to have sex with me.”Jason almost choked on his pizza. Eyes widened, the slice in his hand, mouth still full with some crumbs and tomato sauce around the lips, he stared at you wondering if he had heard right. “You want me to do what?” “I want you to have sex with me.” You repeated a bit too casually to his taste. He put down the slice in the box and wiped his mouth with his hand, thinking about what he could say or even think, still unsettled by how weird you – and your demand – were.
You were best friends. Always have been. Even back in the days when he was living on his own and was stealing tires in the street, you were there. And you had never truly left him since or given up on him despite all his attempts to push you away. You had been there, with him, through everything, good or bad. You even had been his first kiss as he had been yours when you were what? 14 or 15? Teenagers with raging hormones craving touch more than anything else and so curious to discover such an intimate sensation. It had been very awkward and not really great. A predictable result considering how wild he was back in the days and how sweet you were. The wary pessimistic reckless boy meeting the hopeless romantic girl next door. He had tried something passionate. You had tried something softer. He had tried something with his tongue. So sloppy. And you had frozen. What the hell was he doing? But you were both keeping a good memory of this moment. You were actually laughing about it today. And you would never go back in time and change it.
However, this sudden insane … request? He wasn’t sure you would ever laugh about it someday if he were to accept. On the contrary, he was quite sure he would definitely lose you.
“You’re crazy.” He just said with a forced chuckle. That wasn’t funny at all. You both agreed on that. “No, I’m not. I really thought about this. I’m sure this is what I want”“ Wait, weren’t you dating that dumbass Wally West?” “ We broke up, yesterday.” You confessed with a sad look on your face. “ So you want comforting sex? It’s even worse.” You rolled your eyes. You didn’t want this at all. “ You didn’t hear me, Jay. Please …” “No no no, Y/N. It won’t happen” He cut you short, shaking his head like crazy as if you had asked euthanasia or something as bad. He was so uncomfortable you suddenly regretted putting this conversation on the table. And yet, when you had thought about it, imagined it and repeated it in your head to make sure to sound confident enough you were sure it would end up with you getting what you wanted. “ I can’t believe you’re asking me this.” He said, still stupefied. “Calm down, Jay. It’s not that terrible and you didn’t even listen to the reason why I wanted us to have sex.”
That word made him instantly shiver. No, he couldn’t think about doing that kind of stuff with you. He couldn’t think about you and him naked in a same bed, doing it, languorously or roughly, you on all fours, moaning his name and … Damn it. Jason quickly seized his beer and took a big gulp, hoping this obscene image of you and him would drown in alcohol. It didn’t. Instead it became clearer and way more vivid.
“ I’m a virgin.” You said with a stupid ounce of shame in your voice.
He almost choked again. Clearly you wanted him to die tonight. But a virgin? You? He thought you had lost your V card a while ago to some guy in high school. After all, even if you could be quite insecure and rather discreet and a bit naive, you were beautiful, smart and funny. “ Okay, so let me rephrase. You not just want me to have sex with you, you want me to take your virginity.” You nodded. That’s exactly what you wanted: Jason to be your first. “Consider it as a service.” His eyes widened. “A service? Changing a light bulb is a service, picking you up when your car is at the mechanic is a service. But popping your cherry? It’s not a service, Y/N.” He almost screamed. “ A favour then” He sighed, took his face between his hands and mumbled something you didn’t get. “I don’t hear you.” He removed his hands. “Why me?” He said this in a way you wondered if he was imploring God or something or if he was talking to you. You answered anyway. “Because you’re certainly the best relationship I’ve ever had with a guy. Who did you want me to ask?” “ I don’t know … your boyfriend maybe.” A logical answer. And you would have done so if you had trusted a man as much as you trusted Jason. And that’s what you told him.“ I can’t trust a man enough to do that. Every time I get the chance to do it I freak out. I’m scared to regret. I’m scared to do it wrong. I’m scared to be ridiculous. Damn, you know how insecure I am, Jay.” He shrugged. You didn’t sound so insecure right now. “ … But when I imagine myself doing it with you…”“ You imagined what?” He stopped you right there. “ Oh, like you never imagined yourself humping me at least once in your life.”
He did, quite a few times, especially when he was a teenager. Puberty certainly. He even had jerked off thinking about you when you were basically the only girl he was close to. But he had regretted it every single time because he didn’t want to see you in a sexual lustful way. Your friendship was so pure – and you were so pure too - and he cherished your relationship too much to ruin it with dirty thoughts of you.
“That’s not the point, [Y/N].” “I just want you to teach me a few things. Like foreplay and some positions.” His eyes widened. He was dreaming right? Right? “What? I’m not desirable enough?” You asked with a broken voice when you saw how quiet he was. “ Of course you are. Don’t be ridiculous. You’re certainly the hottest girl I know.” He confessed without even looking at you, not used to be that complimentary. “ Then what is it?” You asked as you put your hand on his thigh. He stiffened, rebuked by the weird shiver he suddenly felt in his lower stomach, and pushed you away. “This isn’t you. My best friend would never want this. This is not what you want. You’re a romantic one” You sighed annoyed. “Trust me, [Y/N]. If I were a fucking misogynist bastard I would fuck you without an ounce of hesitation. But I care about you and I care about our friendship. I don’t want to screw everything up.” “Lamest pun ever.” You smiled lightly, hoping it would lighten the atmosphere a little.“That was not intended.” He smiled back. You sighed, resigned. You would not get what you want “You’re such a respectable nice guy, Jason Todd.” He scratched his head, flattered. “Nah, I’m a bad boy” “ You know what? Forget I just asked.” “ I will.”
He didn’t. It haunted him all night. Alone in his bed, he couldn’t help but think about it, think about you, think about your body and … He sighed and cursed when he spotted a bulge under the sheets. He was hard. “Fuck.” Yeah, “fuck”. That was the only word he had in mind right now. And so he did what he hadn’t done in a long time. He did what young Jason did when he was a boarder at Ma Gunn’s. He put his hand under the sheets and in his boxers and grabbed his length. “This is wrong.” He said to himself when he started jerking himself off slowly and silently. “This is so fucking wrong.” But it was so good as well. Eyes closed, he quickened his pace little by little, spreading the pre-cum on his shaft, until he was a panting mess. “Fuck, [Y/N].” He could see you in his mind. He could see your hand instead of his, moving up and down, down and up his shaft and …
The door creaked. In a flash, he removed his hand, pulled up the covers and closed his eyes. A rather teenage behaviour but a reflex before all. “Jay?” He heard you whisper but he didn’t reply.
You came closer to his bed and sat on the edge to look at him in silence. He had sweat on his forehead and his eyes were shut tightly. “You’re okay?” You said as you brushed his hair away from his face. He slowly opened his big blue eyes and pretended to be sleepy. “Yeah.” “ I heard you talking and moaning. I thought you were having another nightmare. Sorry I woke you up.” “ It’s okay. You can go back to bed now.” He didn’t sound so well to you. “You’re sure?” He nodded. He definitely looked uncomfortable and had that hint of lie in his eyes that you knew all too well to your taste. “Move.” You said as you tried to lie down next to him under the covers. “ No!” He rapidly sat up to grab the covers and held them tight. “ It’s okay Jay.” You tried to reassure him as you pulled the sheets. “It’s not the first time we sleep in the same bed and like we said, the previous conversation is for…gotten.”
You had seen it. Right here under the covers. And despite your tries, you couldn’t help but staring at it. “You … you are…” You pointed out at his bulge and he was suddenly so ashamed.“ Yeah.” He immediately covered himself. “ Well. I guess it’s natural for a man to wake up with a …” You did a weird movement with your hand and gulped. “At least, that’s what I heard … not that I … know much.” You wanted to slap yourself. You wanted to sew your eyelids even. Why were your eyes attracted by his …manhood? Why were you attracted by … Aaaargh. Even your thoughts were a complete mess right now and you could feel a weird sensation in your lower stomach, like a knot or something. “ I was thinking of you, actually.” You shivered and squeezed your thighs and desperately tried to focus on Jason’s face again but he was looking at you the same way you were looking at him, with lust and desire. “ Were you…” You mimicked a hand job. The self-confidence you had shown early on that night was completely gone right now. “ Yeah.” You stayed quiet, trying to calm yourself because you could hear your heart pounding like crazy in your chest right now. “I know it’s disgusting and all and I shouldn’t think of you that way especially after the lecture I gave you earlier” He continued. “But, I couldn’t … I was thinking about our conversation and …” He was just like you, completely lost and even ashamed. “Fuck, how much I want you right now.”“ Then show me what you want me to do.” You whispered, blushing. “ You would do me that service?” He asked, genuinely shocked. “ It’s more like a favour, don’t you think?”
He smirked and removed the covers. The way you looked again at his bulge made him grin. Wait till you see what’s underneath the fabric, doll. You quickly glanced at his face and he noticed how red your cheeks were. You looked so shy and hesitating it was so cute. It made him chuckle a bit and he caressed your burning face. “It’s okay.” He briefly looked down towards his manhood and you followed his eyes. You understood the message and you slowly approached your hand. Delicately, you placed it on his bulge, feeling it through his boxers, and you instantly shivered. It was so hard and … huge and … You exhaled. You were feeling so hot right now because of the excitement mixed to this unavoidable apprehension. You caressed him very slowly, unconsciously trying to gauge his length. You could do this. Yeah. That was all right.At least that’s what you were telling yourself.
Jason suddenly put his hand on yours and it made you slightly jumped, pulling you out from your thoughts. “Relax… Here.” He pulled down his boxers slowly and, with widened eyes, you watched his cock spring free, already hard. Holy sh…It was not just huge. It was fucking massive and thick and veinous and … oh my fucking god, what were you doing? “ Don’t worry” Jason said as he placed few strands of your hair behind your ear to see your beautiful face. “Just take it in your hand. I’ll help you.” You discreetly gulped but obeyed.
It was weird, a bit heavy, wet and sticky. “It’s pre-cum” He said when he saw your face. You had never heard about this before but you decided to move your hand up and down, anyway. You frowned, concentrated on what you were doing and strangely focused on the sensation of his cock in your hand. “Tighten your grip a bit more … like this.” Jason squeezed your hand around his shaft and began to give you another pace, a bit quicker and firmer. “And don’t be scared to go faster. You won’t tear it away.” He chuckled but you didn’t. You continued the way he told you and he lied on his back. When he sighed and moaned you understood you were maybe not doing so bad. You felt an immediate pride that made you smile and instinctively started twisting your hand a bit. “Yeah. That’s nice.” He whispered, panting. “Now touch my balls with your …” He didn’t have time to finish his sentence that you were already caressing them. “Exactly like that.” He was definitely enjoying this. You were a good learner. “ Y/N”
It sent shivers in your entire body. So electrifying. You wanted to hear it again. Instinctively, you bent over and put your lips on the tip of his cock. Jason immediately jolted. He hadn’t see that one coming but it liked it anyway. He smirked and crossed his hands behind his head to watch you.
You finally took the tip in your mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. The taste of his pre-cum was weird and a bit disgusting. It was bitter and quite sticky but it soon disappeared and Jason seemed to enjoy your lips around him. “Take it deeper” He asked, a bit frustrated.You did as he said and welcomed his length in your mouth, certainly too deeply because you gagged a bit. It made Jason chuckle though. “Easy, doll.” “Don’t mock me” You growled, a bit annoyed that he was finding this situation funny. “I’m not. You’re just so cute” He admitted with a grin. “ I’m sure that’s not the kind of thing guys usually think when they have sex.”
Jason shook his head, amused and at the same time exasperated by your disappointment. “ Come here.” He gestured you to straddle him. So you knelt on the bed and came to sit on him. “No, not here.” He winked and grabbed your ass in his hands.Your eyes widened. “You want me to …” You couldn’t even say it. “ Yes, sit on my face, sweetheart.” Those words made you immediately shiver and you felt a new tension in your lower stomach. Still you manage to place yourself above Jason’s head.
He put your shorts and panties aside and without forewarning started kissing your slit. You immediately moaned and took hold of his hair to stay still and again, he chuckled with pride before kissing you one more time. “You’re so wet. You’re aware of that?” You whimpered and bit your lower lip. “Is that the kind of things you want to hear?” You nodded. He slapped your ass as a response. “I didn’t hear.” “ Yes.” You squealed “You like when I talk dirty to you like that?” He licked you, sucking your juices loudly and you squealed, definitely unused to that kind of pleasure. “Yes” You admitted with a high-pitched voice. Jason grabbed your thighs and started sucking your clit and lips more greedily. The sensation was divine. He was divine. “Holy sh… aaaah.” You screamed when you felt his tongue entering you. “You taste so good, Y/N. Better than I imagined.” “ Fuck me now, Jay.” You begged as you could tell you were about to explode. “Please fuck me now. I want you.”
He pushed you flat on the mattress and removed your shorts and panties. He sucked his fingers as he stared at you right in the eye. Damn those eyes, so blue, so pretty and so filled with lust. Then he went to caress your folds again, making you moan and even yell when he put a finger inside of you. “Take your tank top off while I finger fuck you.” “ That’s not what I meant by ‘fuck me’.” You confessed, frustrated “ I’m just preparing the ground, love. Trust me you’ll need it” You sighed, took off your top as he said and threw it on the ground. “How impatient you are.” Jason declared with a smile. “Maybe you should wait more.” “ What? No! ” You protested. “Oh yeah” He laughed as he plunged a new finger inside of you. You cursed as he began curling them and moving them in and out of you to stretch out your entrance. “Does that hurt?” “ Not for now.” “ Good.” He bent over and began sucking your nipples. You let your head sink into the pillow. Damn that was good. He grabbed one of you breast in his hand and kept on sucking while his other hand was still pleasuring you between your legs. When he bit your nipple you jolted. “Ouch.” He smirked “You’re such a sadist!” You shouted. “Do I bite your nipples?” “ You could”
He didn’t need to say it twice you pushed him on his back and began kissing his hairless chest. His skin was so soft and so warm. You allowed yourself to caress it with your fingertips. Jason was so muscular and his abs were to die for. How come had you never truly realised how desirable and arousing than son of a bitch was? As you had told him, you licked his pectorals and bit his nipple. “Ouch that hurts” He mocked and you glared at him. “That’s right laugh.” He laughed again and so did you. However, he growled when you bit harder. “ Oops, have I hurt you?”
And, unexpectedly, what was supposed to be a serious stressful moment became a funny arousing game. And you were so glad for it as you were glad you had chosen Jason to be your first. Okay, some people would definitely find it – you – crazy or call you a horny desperate bitch but you were sure that you would not regret your choice tomorrow or in a few years contrary to some other girls.
“Okay, lie down.” He said as he caressed your cheek. You obeyed and watched as he opened your legs wide and knelt between them. He took his cock in his hand and started jerking it off a bit to make it a bit harder you supposed. “If it hurts to much, you tell me and we stop, okay?” “ Okay.” You nodded as you breathed in and out deeply. A game, right? You were beginning to change your mind.
Jason opened the drawer next to his bed and took a condom. Predictable man. “You want to put it?” “I’d rather like you to do it.” You admitted, scared to do it wrong or to rip it up. “ Sure, no problem.” He smiled and tore up the wrapping with his teeth. You looked at him as he put the condom, trying to learn how to do it, just in case you might need to do it someday. Then he tapped your pussy with his cock before brushing the entrance with the tip. “You’re ready?” You nodded, not entirely sure you were and a bit scared.
You felt Jason entering you slowly, gently and oh so softly. He was very caring and considerate but it hurt nevertheless. It hurt so bad. It hurt like a bitch. It hurt so much the pain made you instantly and instinctively clench your walls (which made everything worse) and grit your teeth as you cried out. Why did he have to be so fucking big? And why did it have to hurt like that? When Jason heard your pain, he stopped moving. He never wanted to hurt you and when he noticed he was barely inside of you, he immediately worried. “I’m sorry.” You shook your head. It wasn’t his fault. In fact, he couldn’t be better than he already was. “ Don’t be. I’m okay.” You breathed in very deeply again and Jason pushed himself a bit more inside of you. You blocked a whimper in your throat and dug your nails in his back. You dug them so deep, Jason actually hissed but you didn’t notice and he didn’t care. You were so tight, too tight even. That was not normal and it wasn’t what he had expected at all when he had imagined taking your virginity. So, he touched your clit hoping it would help you relax but it didn’t. It was as if you could only focus on the pain.“ Shall we stop?” He asked“ No!” You cried out quickly, begging him to stay as you felt him slightly pull out. You didn’t want to stop. Not now that you were so close. “Please no.” He sighed. He couldn’t stand seeing you like that. “I’m gonna relax. Really. Give me just a minute and…”
He cut you short with an unexpected kiss. He hadn’t kissed you in years. Actually he hadn’t kissed you since that day when you had both shared your catastrophic first kiss in Ma Gunn’s old cellar. It was weird, feeling his lips on yours again. It was weird but undoubtedly pleasant. They were softer than in your memories. He was actually softer than in your memories. He was not the wild rushed little boy anymore or maybe was he and he was just holding back for you. You let yourself enjoy that kiss and responded by pressing your lips against his in return to deepen it. You even tickle his with your tongue to ask him if you could do the thing he had badly done years ago. It made him chuckle as he remembered his past clumsiness as well and opened his mouth to caress your tongue with his. “It is way better than in my memory.”“ I was about to say the same thing.” And you kissed again and again and the delicate softness turned into a burning passion. This passion invaded you and you forgot the pain between your legs for an instant. You only remembered it when Jason finally slid entirely inside of you. You gasped and held on to his back. The pain had been rather vivid and had paralyzed you as if you had been thunder struck but you could feel it fading little by little as time was passing. Jason stayed still for a while, his body against yours, his lips kissing your neck, waiting for you to tell him to continue and to accustom to his size. When you finally kissed his shoulder he straightened up a bit and gazed at you. He had never looked at you like that.“ You’re good?” “ Yeah.” You gulped slightly and adjusted yourself beneath him. “ Don’t forget. You tell me when you want me to stop.”
You nodded and he started moving slowly in you. The first moves left you breathless and you closed your eyes to focus on something else than the pain. Hopefully for you, Jason was very sweet and soft and definitely far from selfish. You were actually sure he was taking no real pleasure in what he was doing right now.
The pain didn’t really last and soon you started feeling a pain-mixed pleasure building inside of you. It made you moan. “Jay.” It delighted Jason who instantly smiled.“ You like it?” He dared ask. “ Yes.” You mumbled between two moans. “Go a bit quicker, please” He smirked and quickened his pace little by little to see how much you could take.
Turned out you could take a lot judging by how strong his thrusts were right now. He was sweating and panting, enjoying you and your body like a drug addict would enjoy his meth. “Fuck, Y/N” He growled.“ Jason.” You said like an echo. “ You have no idea how good you are, baby.” He managed to say as he kept pounding you. “ You’re so tight and wet.” His low voice sent shivers in your entire body and you moaned louder than before. “Man, you do like when I talk dirty.”“ You have no idea.” You admitted. “ Do you want to change position?” He said as he suddenly stopped. “Sure.” He pulled out of you and asked you to go on all four. You did as he said and you felt him brush your entrance like the first time. He grinded against you for a few seconds and then he finally penetrated you again, this time more easily than the first time, even though it made you grit your teeth again.
Feeling how deep he was took your breath away a couple of times when he started thrusting in and out of you again. “Damn, Jason.” You cried out in the pillow. “ Too deep, doll?” He asked worried. You shook your head even if yes he was. But you wanted him to have a great time. “No, keep going.” He did as you told and grabbed your hips to keep you in place. His thrusts were rather frantic and you could feel his balls slapping occasionally your clit. He was rough but you were sure he was holding back. “Harder.” You begged. “ You’re sure?” He frowned, definitely surprised by your request. “ Yes. Fuck me harder.” You mewled as you put your fingers on your clit to massage it. “ Y/N. I’m not fucking you.”
You gasped and looked over your shoulder to look at him. You smiled, thankful that he was so perfect and so caring. “And now it’s about you, not about me.” You didn’t deserve him.
He made you lie down on your stomach and lied on you back still you. One small kiss on your shoulder and he was moving again in and out of you, in a languorous slow pleasant way. “It’s very nice.” You confessed. “ Good. I’m glad.” He grinned and, without stopping, kissed your cheek but you caught his lips instead. His eyes widened a bit, definitely surprised, but he ended deepening your kiss despite it and as he did he put his fingers on your clit to rub it on. “I want you to cum, doll.” You moaned and let yourself go to his expert touch. Soon you felt cloud nine getting closer. You buried your face in the pillow and cried out when you felt all the pleasure exploding in your body. “Jason. Aaaah” You clenched you walls and felt your juices spreading around Jason’s cock. “That’s it.” Jason said to encourage you. Your muscles tensed as well. Oh my god, what a divine sensation. You sank immediately into the mattress after that. You were like on a soft fluffy cloud. So relaxed. It was amazing.
Jason pulled out of you, kissed your back and lied down next to you. You looked at him, unable to move and terribly exhausted. He was smiling. “ No regrets?” “ No” You whispered. “Except that I wish you would have cum as well” “ Oh, you know I might need another service soon.” He joked. “ I guess I’ll be glad to help.”
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@pertrahe replied to this post: /Ya know; that makes me wonder what he thinks when Olivier says 'You want it you can have it, it would be better in your hands then my brother's.' When annoucing him her 'heir'. Because, despite it coming out as a jest, she's dead serious at that time ( or else she wouldn't have even said it to alex ). Thus -- indirectly.... complamenting him... |8
LISTEN.
THERE IS SO MUCH GOING ON WITH THIS SCENE.
And because I rambled, I’m putting my fully reply under a cut.
Before I analyze it, I’m going to jump back to Chapter 67: Burgeoning Borders in the manga. This is where the Elric brothers loop Olivier in on what’s going on. We learn a few things from her response to all this. For reference:
For one, we learn that the Eastern troops trained with the North. We didn’t know that before. Second, we learn that Olivier respects Hawkeye and Havoc. Her decision to help partly comes from that fact alone. Third, we see her opinion of Mustang, and that she aims to become Fuhrer as well. She describes him as a rival, which, coming from Olivier, is a sign of respect.
She could’ve left it at “His downfall would please me” and said nothing else. She could’ve done what most people do with Mustang: write him off as a young punk who isn’t worth his rank. But, Olivier has not only trained with him when he was stationed in the East, but she knows he served with her brother, Alex, in Ishval. One of them left the battlefield in disgrace, and the other was heralded as a hero for providing a quick end to the war. One stayed and fought while the other left.
That reason alone is why she favors Mustang over her brother. Despite his misgivings about the war, he stayed. Not only that, but he decided he was going to do something about the military corruption. I think Olivier might be one of the only people who doesn’t see Mustang as just some young punk who was promoted too quickly. Though, she probably can’t stand how quickly he ascended through the ranks. She sees what he’s trying to do because she’s working towards the same goal.
Let’s skip ahead to Chapter 84: Shadow of the Pursuer where we see the two of them interact. They exchange their version of pleasantries before Roy says the following: “The Armstrong family is great indeed. The size of this mansion is incredible. A company of troops... no, even a battalion might fit in there.”
These two have different approaches on how to become Fuhrer, but they’re both expert strategists. Roy saying that to Olivier is his way of telling her that he knows what she’s planning. He knows she plans to use the mansion as a base of operations for the Briggs troops. We can assume he knows this due to General Grumman (and how he got that information to Roy in the first place). I also like to think that, if he were in her shoes, he’d use a similar strategy.
Olivier doesn’t miss a beat. She replies to Mustang right away and tells him that she wants him to have the mansion. This exchange is telling on both their parts.
Olivier: Since you like it so much, if something happens to me, I want you to have it. After all, this mansion won’t fit inside a coffin. Roy: Aren’t you going to give it to your brother? Olivier: Given the choice between Alex and you, I slightly prefer handing it over to you. Roy: Then, ma’am, I’m honored by your trust, no matter how slight.
First things first, this speaks to the point I made earlier about how I believe she views Roy’s involvement in Ishval. He stayed compared to her brother, and thus earned her respect. Second, Roy doesn’t object any further. Olivier is a Major General from an esteemed family, and he’s not going to question her.
I truly believe he’s honored that she trusts him of all people. That she can see through his ruse that has just about everyone else fooled. It’s not that she doesn’t trust her brother. When the two of them fight together, we see that she does trust and believe in him. It’s because Mustang is a like-minded individual with a similar goal to her.
He also knows a compliment when he hears one, and he knows Olivier isn’t the type to bluff. He is fully aware that she’s serious. To me, I think he’s incredibly honored and probably a little taken aback. He doesn’t say it aloud, but he trusts Olivier a great deal. It’s not just because she comes from a well-respected family and clearly earned her rank. It’s not just because she’s also an expert strategist and an excellent leader.
She made sure the Elric brothers were safe under her watch--and she listened to them. At the end of the day, that is what matters to Roy: keeping those boys safe and making sure they can achieve their goal.
Can you tell I have a lot of feelings about the Olivier and Roy dynamic and the parallels we see with them? Because I have so many.
#pertrahe#thewriter; meta#thewriter; post#thewriter; conversation#[ me: struggles to do replies#also me: spits out 800+ words of fma analysis#this is my life y'all ]
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darkheartedprince replied to your post: “How long will it take for Riku to realize he is...
//listen. my son can’t be hot and super smart. He’s gotta have some flaws aaaaand is lowkey stupid
/ This is why Riku was my first favorite Kingdom Hearts character.
I love him so much.
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