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waterloggedsoliloquy · 7 months

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mutual 1: sorry the update for my webcomic this week is a bit late! i really had to rush it so it prolly looks really sloppy lol [some of the most sophisticated comic art ive ever seen]

mutual 2: call me uterine lining the way astarions cervix got me bleeding profusely

mutual 3: do you think nanowrimo will give me a posthumous pity publishing deal if i mention it in my suicide note

mutual 4: okay fine i finally started revolutionary girl utena

mutual 5: does columbo know the service he did for butch lesbians. for all of us

mutual 6: wish you were here [blurry picture set of conifer woods in early autumn evening, taken as if frantically running down a winding trail]

mutual 4: im pretty hardy i dont need the trigger list but thanks for looking out for me guys

mutual 7: good morning lovelies another day the wizard tried to best me and another day i successfully locked him in the spare bathroom lol hope u like drinking shampoo fucker

mutual 8: here is a zip of every yuri manga scan i have and here is a backup in case i get dcma'd. the himejoshi lifestyle will never die

mutual 9: i wish i could go back in time to the shinzo abe assassination and ask to hold the doohickey

mutual 10: here's my essay on how wanting to be loved is the same as wanting to be eaten. three paragraphs in you'll find out that this is 100% tied to an obscure beauty and the beast manga i've been reading lately and how much i want to fuck the beast

mutual 4: oh thats why there was the trigger list.

mutual 11: YOU CAN'T LOCK ME IN THIS BATHROOM FOREVER

mutual 12: why do i have to defend my thesis to people i dont even respect. im not dickriding you just give me the degree

mutual 13: its just me and this scab ive picked into my scalp against the world

mutual 14: my little dragon got glazed and is ready to go into the kiln! everyone wish him good luck!

mutual 3: nvm i am a beautiful genius. perhaps the most beautiful genius of all

mutual 15: i think we should give david lynch rpgmaker and whatever happens happens

mutual 16: kpeyboaatrds brpokem gpuys

mutual 17: also heres my work in progress glossary of mixtec words! i still have a long way to go but i love being able to preserve my roots even in this small way

mutual 4: i just finished the black rose arc. question: what

mutual 18: i need emet-selch to be my wife

mutual 19: i need glados to be my husband

mutual 20: visited the ocean today!!! <3 beach pics!!! there is a darkness growing within me

mutual 21: the forms for my legal name change came in. pls vote in this poll of what my middle name should be: Dill Pickle (Dickle for short), Optimus Prime, Tumblr User Gorgonicteratologist, Smeve

mutual 22: just finished my 100th book of the year! this weeks read was the uses of enchantment by the psychologist bruno bettelheim,

mutual 23: reeses penis butter cups lol

mutual 4: i need to hunt akio for sport

mutual 24: oouugghhrgh. hot. dog.

mutual 25: your favorite character or fictional other would want you to brush your teeth and wash your face so you're well rested and wake up feeling refreshed! make them proud!

mutual 26: being a delivery driver isnt the worst job ive ever had but i do keep wondering what itd be like to drive off into the wild blue yonder one day and not come back

mutual 27: weird dog? [phone picture of critically endangered stork]

mutual 28: i think the two phone line polls in front of my house are having a lovers tryst. no way to prove it tho

mutual 4: WHAT

mutual 29: while you bitches are balduring your gates or finalling those fantasies im doing what a REAL gamer does. playing a b tier rpg that came out in 2004 for the 18th time

mutual 30: ^ real. hamtaro ham ham heartbreak is a masterpiece of interactive art. im not even going to call it a video game at this point

mutual 4: THAT'S HOW IT ENDS?! ANTHY?

mutual 31: can you help me pick which drawing looks better: 34% overlay or 36% soft light?

mutual 32: new video essay out. its called disability in video game narratives: final fantasy 14's most reliable fault. i churned the script out over an all-nighter and my mic crapped out halfway through but by god i did it

mutual 33: my new zine bundle is out! if you buy it you also get a discount on all my game jam games! i really cant wait for you to play them!

mutual 4: yall should watch revolutionary girl utena

#cecil drawls #long post #i love you guys

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squirrel-cake · 8 months

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Kinktober Drabble #1 skz x cockwarming

Female reader x skz

Most to least ~part 1 part 2

An: omg I didn't expect to be writing/posting this a day late😭 I'm so sorry! I was trying to finish my essay as fast as possible to be on time with this year's kinktober. I'm going to post part 2, hopefully tomorrow! Please be patient with me! I study and work part-time!

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Chan

Would call you over to the studio to listen to his new song

You went over thinking nothing of it, innocently plopping down onto his lap just like you always do

The hand he placed on your tight just moments before were right next to your core

Somehow you ended up with Chan's cock inside of you while you listen to the track he had prepared.aftet that everytime you listen to the song you feel a sense of heat rushing up to you face.

"Just a little bit longer, you can do that for me, right baby girl?"

"Look at my perfect baby girl taking me so well"

"Stop clenching babe, your already tight enough as it is"

Felix

You can not tell me this man is not into cockwarming, especially when he is play his video games.

He would be in the middle of a match when you walk past him in your sleep shorts and his hoodie.

Oh my God, this man would feel like he saw aphrodite herself

He would pull you on to his lap and make you sit on his lap for the rest of the match.

Right when he finishes the match he practically throw your shorts and underwear off of you and sloppily places you onto his already throbbing cock

As soon as the another match starts he would put his attention all back onto his computer.

Don't worry he fucked you so full after that game you couldn't walk for a whole week.

"Baby, stop moving I'm almost done with the match"

"Shh babe fuck, be quiet you don't want to whole team to hear do you ?

Jeongin

OK like listen, everyone think he's the baby but I think there is definitely a different side to him. He doesn't show

You guys would host a movie night for the kids at your apartment. You guys sat on the love seat while the other guys sat on either the couch or the floor.

You guys would cuddle during the movie, but when the sex scene came up, jeongin started letting his imagination run wild.

He would start of trying to finger you during the movie but you clearly know what he was up to as you slapped his hand away.

But when you finally caved, he wasn't even paying attention to what the movie was about anymore. He was more focused on the way your facial expression change slightly when her curved his finger.

Soon this finger wasn't enough for neither of you anymore. The next moment he had his cock inside of you as you try to cover yourself with the blanket.

To the other members, you were just sitting on his lap because you were tired.

"Babe, you have to be quiet"

"Just can't wait till the guys are gone huh?"

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leilakisakabiri · 11 months

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request: Hi can you do where the reader is wearing Gavis hoodie and she accidentally stains it and starts freaking out. Thank uuu and i love ur writing

I Got You (Gavi)

Summary: You need Gavi to come help you after you get yourself into a bad situation.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Thank you so much for the request and for your support! Requests are open. Currently working on The Promises We Keep Pt 2. Also, guys if I haven't done your request yet, don't worry, it probably means it's gonna be a long one.

Word Count: 3.1k+

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It was a Saturday night in Barcelona, and you were holed up in your room, feet tucked under you, a knitted blanket over your shoulders as you read over the words in front of you for the hundredth time.

While the city was alight with people getting drinks, dancing, and laughing, you silenced your phone, closed your blinds, and put your headphones on to quiet any outside noises.

You had decided to stay in this weekend, caught up in writing an essay for your criminal law class that was worth 50% of your grade. Safe to say you did not take it lightly. You had been hunched over your computer for the last nine hours, brain numb and fingers aching as you had tried to come up with a thesis and strong argument for your essay. You had blocked out this weekend to finish the essay, letting everyone know ahead of time not to contact you unless it was an emergency, including Gavi.

Gavi had been gone for the last couple of days, traveling around Europe for the last leg of La Liga, and he had been adamant about spending as much time with you as he could once he got back - before his summer schedule kicked off. However, that hope was quickly cut short when you informed him you most likely wouldn’t be able to see him at all this weekend due to you being stuck finishing your essay.

Although he had tried to convince you to change your mind, bribing you with the idea of endless cuddles and then promising to be as silent as possible while you wrote when his first idea didn’t work, you relented, knowing that having him around would be a major distraction, one that you couldn’t afford.

“I’m sorry Pablo I don’t think I can this weekend. What about Monday?” You asked hopefully.

He sighed over the phone, his face pulling into a frown, “I can’t. We’re leaving Monday morning for France.”

You bit on your lip, feeling bad, “I’m sorry I just really need to focus this weekend.”

He nodded, “I get it. It just sucks. I wanted to see you at least once before I’m gone again. But it’s fine – I’ll survive.” He replied dramatically.

You grinned, “Well I’ll miss you Pablito.”

“I already miss you.”

The smile on your face only grew as your heart warmed at his words, “I’ll text you if anything changes. Have a great game, I’ll be watching.”

He gave you a wink, “Damn gotta show off now that my girls watching.”

You giggled at him, “Bye Pablo.”

He mocked your tone playfully, “Bye Y/n.”

That was last week, and now you were nose deep in your essay, textbooks scattered around you as you looked for possible quotes to strengthen your thesis. You had been so busy scanning the words on the page that you hadn’t noticed your phone buzzing non-stop next to you.

Once you saw the glow of your phone screen curiosity got the better of you and you flipped it around seeing you had eight missed calls from your best friend.

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, it was almost two in the morning, she would for sure be at a club right now, happily dancing the night away with your friends, so why was she consistently calling you?

The phone buzzed once again and this time you were quick to answer.

“Hello, Gia, what’s going on?”

Her voice was slurred on the other end, but you could sense the panic regardless, “Y/n? I don’t know where I am, I was with the others but then I went to the bathroom, and I then couldn’t find anyone anymore. And this guy won’t leave me alone-”

“Gia, where are you? I’ll come get you.” You cut off her rambling, already rushing to put on your shoes, essay long forgotten.

She hiccupped, “I’m at Macarena. I’m sorry no one else answered.”

“No, no problem at all. I’m coming right now, Gia. Don’t move. I’m glad you called.” You comforted her.

The club was only a twenty-minute walk from your house, and seeing as you didn’t have a car or the time to wait for public transport, it was your best option.

You cursed yourself for not answering sooner as you rushed to get your keys, grabbing a random hoodie on the way out.

Although summer was beginning to creep into Barcelona, the nights were still chilly with cold winds rushing through the area.

You sped through the streets, walking with purpose as you finally reached the club. You were severely underdressed for the club wearing a random hoodie and yoga pants. You saw the line for the club was still extremely long, wrapping around the corner and you knew you had no time to waste.

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself, you were never one to break any rules or ask for any special favors, but now seemed like a good time to start.

You walked up to the club bouncer, ignoring the nasty look the guy at the front of the queue was sending you, “Excuse me. I need to get in right away, my friend is inside alone, and I need to help her.”

You heard the guy next to you scoff.

The bouncer looked at you unimpressed. “Sorry sweetheart. You want to get to her, you have to wait in line.”

You relented, “Sir please, just look at my outfit,” you said gesturing to yourself, “clearly, I’m not here to party, I just need to get my friend and leave. You can even come with me!”

He gave you an apprehensive look, taking in your appearance, “I can’t leave my post.”

You groaned, “Fine, then can someone else escort me? I can literally call her right now. She’s not in the right head space.”

He squinted his eyes at you, “You look familiar.”

It finally clicked. This is where you had gone with Gavi and his team, celebrating after they had won a final a few weeks ago. They had treated you like royalty, blocking off a whole section just for you, the club owner even making an appearance to congratulate the team.

You didn’t like to use the fact that you were dating a well-known athlete as a way to get special privileges but if it meant helping your friend then you would do it.

“Yeah, I was in VIP a few weeks ago. I know the owner, so please let me in.”

“What’s his name?”

You racked your brain trying to think of that night, “Santiago. It was Santiago!” You replied, finally remembering.

The bouncer gave you a once over before he finally nodded begrudgingly, “Fine – but be quick.”

You heard the other people in line begin to argue but you quickly thanked the bouncer, rushing inside, not wanting to wait long enough for him to change his mind.

God bless Gavi.

The place was packed, bodies pressed together so closely that you had to squeeze in between heavily making out couples and groups of friends to make your way to the middle. The strobe lights were going crazy, changing every few seconds to the beat of the music. There was a DJ booth twenty feet above the crowd playing EDM Spanish music and the crowd was going insane, chanting along.

You hit your head on your forehead as you realized you forgot to ask her where she was.

You pulled out your phone, letting out a breath of relief when she answered, “I’m here Gia. Where are you?”

“I’m at- I said no, stop, I’m at the bar.” She huffed. You felt your anxiety rise, who was she talking to?

“Ok, I’m coming.”

You pushed through the throngs of people, finally spotting the bar, seeing her leaning against the counter, hands flying as she argued with someone.

You walked towards them hearing the tail end of their conversation, a bad feeling in your stomach.

“Gia!” You yelled, coming to stand next to her.

She gave you a relieved look, falling into you, the effort of standing up being too much.

You caught her, hugging her back.

“Oh wow – two for one. I got a buddy that would love you.”

You steadied Gia looking up to see the guy she was talking with giving you a smirk.

You held his gaze, annoyed, “No thanks. We’re leaving now.”

You went to turn but he caught your wrist pulling you back, the drink in his hand sloshing,

“Woah, don’t go yet, the fun’s just getting started. Look my buddies are in VIP we can hook you up.”

You yanked your hand away, giving him a disgusted look, “First don’t touch me. Second, we’re leaving.”

“You’re not leaving.” He persisted.

You raised an eyebrow, “Fucking watch me.”

He reached for you again, but you were prepared, grabbing his hand, and flinging it off you, as you weaved into the crowd, ignoring his shouts.

You let out a breath as you stepped outside of the club, grateful for the cold air after sweating through your hoodie in the packed club.

You adjusted your hold on Gia, holding her waist as you started the trek back to your apartment.

She stumbled over her steps as you walked, giggling, “Oh my god Y/n your bleeding!”

You gave her a confused look, dragging her, “What?”

She giggled again, reaching for your hoodie, “It’s coming from your stomach, look it’s red!” She pointed at your shirt.

You looked down and you stopped in your tracks, breath hitching as you began to panic, “Oh shit Gia I’m wearing Gavi’s hoodie!”

She stopped as well, letting go of you as she plopped onto the ground, staring up at you,

“So?”

“So? He’s going to be so mad at me. That dick spilled his drink on me. This is a white hoodie – who knows if it will come out?” You stressed.

“It’s-" she hiccupped, “fine.”

You shook your head, “No It’s not it’s his favorite hoodie, I didn’t even realize I was wearing it. Fuck, I have to clean as soon as we get home.”

You started walking before you realized she wasn’t following you.

“Gia?”

You turned around to see her slumped against the sidewalk, eyes closed.

You rushed to her side, shaking her, “Gia? Gia, are you okay?”

She hummed, “I don’t feel so good.”

“Can you walk? We’re almost halfway there.” You asked, helping her sit up so she was leaning against you.

She groaned, “I’m going to throw up.”

You looked around anxiously, unsure of what to do. You had left the main strip of clubs and restaurants, and were now on a back road, walking in an area that was dimly lit and that you weren’t too familiar with.

“I can call an Uber.”

You reached into your pocket, cursing yourself as you realized you had forgotten your wallet in the rush to get to the club.

“Shit, I don’t have my wallet. Do you have yours?”

“Antonio.” She groaned, leaning her head against your shoulder.

You let out a huff, contemplating what to do. You attempted to get her to stand up once again, desperate to get out of the area, but she couldn’t stand, and you weren’t strong enough to carry her the rest of the way. You chewed on your lip debating a solution, but you didn’t want to do it unless it was the absolute, last, last resort.

You spent the next five minutes calling all your friends, but no one answered. You groaned, frustrated, knowing you had run out of options.

You heard your friend beginning to doze off and you shook her, “Gia stay awake.”

She moaned, “Y/n I really don’t feel good. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Your finger hovered over the contact, and you finally pressed it, feeling the guilt build inside.

It rang seven times before going to voicemail. You called back.

On the third ring, the line finally connected,

“Y/n? Why are you calling me so late?” Gavi’s voice was thick with sleep, his words murmured.

Hearing his voice sent a pang of relief through you, and suddenly you didn’t feel so alone,

“Gavi I’m sorry. I really need your help.”

He was up in an instant, wide awake, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m stuck in the middle of the road with Gia. She got drunk and I went to get her but now I’m worried there’s something wrong. She can’t get up and we’re all alone. I don’t have any money. I called our friends, but no one answered, I-I didn’t know what to do.” You rushed out.

You heard his breath accelerate on the other end of the line, “Ok don’t worry baby I’m coming. Send me your address, everything’s going to be okay. Just stay on the phone with me.” He reassured you.

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Thank you so much Gavi.”

You heard his car door open, “Anytime. If anything happens like this again you call me first, okay?”

“Okay.”

You stayed on the phone with him, rubbing Gia’s shoulder to comfort her, readjusting her whenever she began to doze off.

Finally, you saw a familiar car pull onto the street, and you waved your hands, trying to get him to see you.

The car made a quick turn and then Gavi was rushing out, a worried look on his face,

“Oh thank god you’re okay. I was so worried.”

“I’m so sorry for waking you. Thank you for coming.”

“Y/n stop apologizing.” He said, helping you carry Gia to the car.

Upon feeling that she was being lifted, her eyes shot open, “Y/n what’s going on?”

She glanced over to her left seeing Gavi before she turned to look at you, it took two seconds for her eyes to widen and then she was whipping her head back, “Gavi? The hell y-you doing here?”

You giggled at her abruptness, “I had to call for help.”

She turned to you, snuggling into your shoulder affectionately, “You’re the best Y/n. She was a rockstar today.” She spoke, as you both pushed her into the car.

Gavi raised his eyebrow at you as you both got in, “A rockstar eh?”

You rolled your eyes, “She’s just spewing nonsense.”

Gia groaned in the back, hands clumsily coming to slap your shoulder, “Ehh don’t lie Y/n. You should have seen the way she talked to those guys – even I was scared.”

You saw Gavi’s grip on the steering wheel tighten, his posture stiffened as he looked over at you,

“Guys? What guys?”

You opened your mouth to reply but Gia beat you to it.

“This one guy, he kept trying to get me to come with him, but then Y/n was like no way we’re leaving, and then he started hitting on her, but then he tried to grab her, and she karate chopped his hand! He was so embarrassed!”

You felt yourself blushing at her recollection of events, “I did not karate chop his hand!”

“Yes, you did. It was like in midair when he was talking about his friend that liked you, and then I blinked, and it was gone!”

“Did he try anything?” Gavi’s voice was hard, as he looked at you.

You shook your head, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “No don’t worry. We were fine.”

You felt his body relax under your touch, and one of his hands came to grip your own, “You should have called me sooner. I’m sorry you had to deal with that asshole.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, “Don’t worry I handled it. But thank you, next time I will.”

Soon you were pulling up to your apartment and hauling Gia up your steps.

“I really wish we had an elevator right now.” Gia groaned as she was being half pulled, half carried up the steps.

You made eye contact with Gavi after hearing her statement, and you had to bite your cheek not to laugh out loud,

“You and me both G.”

Finally, you reached your apartment, and all let out a sigh of relief as she fell onto your bed, passing out almost immediately.

You cringed as you saw her head land centimeters away from the sharp edge of one of your textbooks.

You reached over, clearing the space so she was able to sleep without the risk of a concussion.

You looked up once the area was cleaned to see Gavi looking at you intently, a weird expression on his face almost like he was stuck in his thoughts.

“What? Is everything okay?” You asked unsure, looking down at yourself.

That’s when you realized.

You were still wearing his hoodie, the one that had a massive red stain on it now thanks to the jackass at the club.

You had completely forgotten about it.

You quickly apologized, “Gavi I’m so sorry. Gia called and I was so worried so I grabbed the first thing I could find – and then the guy kept grabbing me and had this drink – anyways,” you let out a huff, “I’m really really sorry, I can buy you a new one.”

Gavi stared at you in surprise, shocked by your outburst, “Y/n relax. It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I know how much you love this sweatshirt.”

Gavi shook his head slightly smiling, you were just so adorable, and he physically couldn’t hold back the words he’d been dying to say any longer, “I love you more though, so it’s fine.”

“Wha-what?” You stumbled over your words, clearly not expecting such a big revelation.

“I said I love you.” He said it with so much confidence, almost like he was reciting a fact, something that couldn’t be changed, and you melted a little at how sure he sounded.

You didn’t know what to say, your brain still playing those three words on a loop. He loved you. He had said it first.

The silence stretched on and now it was his turn to get nervous, “Is that okay?”

Your mouth was still open in shock, but you quickly recovered,

“Yo-you love me?” Your voice cracked.

“Well, yeah… why would I not?” He asked, eyes locked on yours.

You shook your head, a smile gracing your features as you took a step closer to him, “I love you too, and I’m sorry-”

He cut you off with a sweet kiss, pulling you closer into him, as he slid his hands under the sweatshirt, fingers gently squeezing the soft flesh of your hips.

Your lips moved in sync and your hands went to play with his hair, gently tugging.

You heard him let out a groan and you bit his bottom lip instinctively.

He pulled away out of breath, a dazed look in his eyes, “Joder, you can ruin all my hoodies if this is how you apologize.” He muttered breathlessly.

You rolled your eyes, smiling as he brought you back into him for another kiss.

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dinogoofymutated · 29 days

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So I'm warming up to the idea of Cable now with this new animation style. And now I can't help but imagine a mutant reader seeing him shirtless for the first time 👉🏽👈🏽. Maybe she's helping him treat a wound he cant reach on his back and he's too worn out to rely on his telekinesis for it. Sure she knows that he has a metal arm. Techno-organic viruses were nasty business. But she never imagined she'd get to see the stark contrast of metal and flesh up close. Just a tender moment where she gets to see him at his most vulnerable. Preferably sfw. Sorry if this is too long winded or specific. Really love your writing and enjoy what you share with us regardless if u choose this one or not 🫶🏽

SFW!Cable/GN!Reader OOOOGHHHH when I tell you I have been thinking about this since you sent me the ask!! I've been dying to write this but forced myself to follow a schedule :( I've never really been a Cable girly but this scenario has been in my head non-stop! I just hope this fic does the same to others!!! Speaking of which, I hope this isn't too OOC for him! This also might get a pt 2 with some smooching 😘

Read pt. 2 Here :)

-Ps- Heads up, finals week is coming up for me and I have a lot of essays and work to do. my writing is sadly going to slow down a bit. I don't think I'm going to close requests for now but it's not out of the realm of possibility! TWs: Can't really think of any. Gross depictions of techno-organic shit. As always, Reader written while picturing fem! but no pronouns mentioned. The reader is short in this one, sorry to all my Amazonian friends.

Prime sentinels were like wasps. Squashing one could be relatively easy with the right tools, but it was difficult to handle multiples at once. It had been a rough day, and your ears were still ringing from the sounds of blaster fire when you got to the safe house. Your hands are shaking from the adrenaline, body exhausted from overusing your mutant powers. Bruises are forming all over you, and despite the pain and soreness, you know you got off easy compared to Cable.

He’s got an arm slung around your shoulder, using you as a crutch as you help him limp over to the table- although you’re sure you’re not a very good one, too short for him to properly lean on. His gun clanks on the floor as he sits, grunting as the movement sends shooting pains through his body. You can tell his left arm is aching, the techno-organic virus fighting to beat the telekinetic powers keeping them still. You weren’t the only one who overdid it today, but you also weren’t the one who had to keep a virus from eating you alive.

Once Cable is settled, the routine starts. You cautiously make a round through the safe house, making sure blinds are drawn and entryways secured. Usually, the task was split between the two of you, being faster and safer than it would be alone- but he would take it over when you were badly hurt. It was only natural that you would do the same. You feel the sting of anxiety and worry in your heart. Cable had saved your ass today. He had done so many times, but normally the fighting wasn’t this extreme. You had been stupid, and he was suffering the consequences.

A series of pained grunts lead you back into the kitchen once you’ve finished, and you can tell Cable is pissed just by the tone of them. You’re facing his back when you walk in, noticing the large red stain that spans across the width of his shoulders. You try to hide the worry on your face as you approach him. He has the medkit sprawled out on the counter, sorting through the various items in it.

“Can’t believe this thing doesn’t have a damn mirror.” He grunts. You hum in response, looking him over before examining the items on the table.

“What do you need a mirror for?” You ask, voice coming out a little hoarse. You clear your throat, must be from the smoke earlier. Cable sends you a look, tossing his head towards his back. You mouth an “oh” before looking at him, unable to hide your worried expression. You’d seen him stitch his wounds up with his telekinesis before, when the fight was all guns and no powers. An action like that was child’s play for someone of his capabilities. For him to actively avoid it, and the way his arm seemed to be bothering him more than normal… It made you worried. It made you feel guilty.

You look down at the suture kit, open on the table from where Cable had unzipped it, and then look back at him, wordlessly asking. He gives you a cautious look for a moment, before it shifts into something much softer. He doesn’t bother nodding, choosing to simply take his shirt off instead.

You blush a little but quickly get to work, grabbing a pair of gloves and pulling them on. They’re too big for you, meant to fit Cable’s sturdy hands instead of your own smaller ones. You try not to get distracted by the sight of him shirtless as you pick up what you need and get behind him. The air has shifted between the two of you, forming into something a little more intimate. Something that builds itself on words unspoken, truths that neither of you is quite ready to communicate yet.

His back is broad and beautiful, dotted with scars and bruises. The gash on his shoulders is from a stray blast, starting at the top of his left shoulder and ending at the lower shoulder blade of his right.

You’re not sure if you had been ready to see the cut-off between flesh and metal.

The cords of metal attach to the skin of his shoulder in a way that makes your skin crawl. They sprout from underneath the skin, winding against each other in a way that makes no clear sense to you. The top layers of skin are rough, keloid scarring having formed at the impasse of skin and metal. It's horrific, the way the virus has both eaten and forced its way under the skin. The top of the gash is somewhat deep, the deep inner cording revealed by the wound cutting through the top of his skin has you unable to look away despite the horror that has taken you.

“I can feel you staring, you know.” Cable’s rumbling voice causes you to snap back to reality.

“Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” You trail off, not fully able to place the words. He sighs, and you mistake it for annoyance. You quickly get back on track and begin to disinfect the wound. Cable hardly flinches as you do so. You’re overly cautious as you stitch him up, focusing on each stitch being perfectly placed. You know they wouldn’t stay for long. Cable had a habit of tearing his stitches. You hope that maybe you’d be able to keep that from happening this time.

You place both hands on his shoulder blades when you are done. The nerves have worn off as the pseudo-doctor in you took over. You’re trying to examine the stitches, but find that your attention keeps being drawn back to that stark contrast of his shoulder. If Cable notices, he doesn’t say anything. You glance at the back of his head, trying to gauge what he’s feeling.

Your left hand drifts a little. Cable shudders as your thumb gently traces that line of scarring, the metal of his arm feeling extra cold compared to the heat of his skin. You’re waiting for him to say something. To tell you to back off. To grumble and shake you off and avoid speaking to you like he used to when you first started to work together- when he was so determined not to get attached.

But he doesn’t say anything. Not at first, anyway. The tenseness of his shoulders slowly gives as the gentle touching morphed into more purposeful touches, working the stiff muscles- what was left of the organic ones, anyway.

It’s intimate. It’s quiet. It’s… nice. Part of you wishes it would last a little longer. Part of you wishes he would let you touch him like this more often.

Cable stiffens again as the thought crosses your mind, recoiling away from you. He stands suddenly, turning around to face you. His towering stature used to make you nervous out of fear. Now you’re nervous for a completely different reason. Part of you had forgotten about the glimpses he takes into your mind. A flicker of anxiety ignites when you realize how much he might have seen. The two of you just look at each other for a moment, his brown eyes hard compared to the softness from earlier. You hadn’t meant to think so much. You didn’t think he was horrific. It was the virus. What it was doing to him. The energy and effort it takes out of him. That was what scared you.

Cable was used to the stares. The horror. Most recoiled at the sight of his flesh. It only made sense to him when you did too.

But Nathan… Nathan wasn’t ready for the depth of your thoughts. The care in your eyes. He wasn’t ready for the depth of his own feelings. The ones that cause such a storm within him. The ones that cause him to be stupid. The ones that make him focus more on saving you than the goal of every mission.

“Is this… Are we okay?” You ask. He didn’t need to be a telepath to sense the fear that has swelled within you. Most of your emotions were always written on your face. It made things easier for him when he didn’t have to search for your thoughts. That hardness in his eyes softens yet again, and he glances away for a moment.

“... Yeah.” Is all he says. His heart feels light when you finally smile at him, even though an underlying nervousness still resides behind that smile. You let out a relieved sigh, and he can’t bear to look at you any longer. Instead, he sits back down. He faces away from you, giving you the space to finish taking care of the wound on his back.

You don’t realize how late it is until you’re finished, and the mess on the counter has been cleaned and contained back in the medkit. The two of you sit together as you eat. The food isn’t great- consisting of an MRE that’s not exactly as advanced as the futuristic weapons and technology would lead you to believe. He doesn’t say anything when you lean on his shoulder, or when your breathing evens out, having fallen asleep on his side.

The aches and pains don’t really bother Nathan as he carries you to bed, but the thoughts of you, your feelings, your thoughts… Those keep him awake longer than any wound would.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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WIBTA if I refuse to do anymore work on the group project we already missed the deadline for, but can still submit?

I am extremely tired of being walked over and doing all the work. I'm a 3rd year uni student and multiple times I've been the main person doing group project work. The latest example is what prompted this ask. Our task was to do a discussion and then write an essay based on it, the group consists of 4 people including me. We talked for 10 minutes at the end of last week and a little bit yesterday. We did the majority of the work yesterday as well.

There are 14 points/questions we need to cover. Multiple people not only are advised to, but must cover the same questions so there's substance to be worked with. While the rest of the group covered some, it's insufficient and I did the majority of the work on the first half of the questions and all of the second half. A worked on 4/14 questions (pretty short answers), B also did 4/14 questions (one longer answer, three pretty short answers), C wrote 2.5/14 questions (2 medium length answers, one single sentence answer) and D, me, did 11/14 (mainly long answers with a couple of shorter ones).

After I made a Google Doc to make communication easier, they submitted their answers and basically ghosted me. I asked multiple times for help but was met with silence or jokes about checking the grammar and typos later for me. Again, we don't have enough substances to work with, the essay CANNOT be completed with what we have so far.

And here's where the issues get deeper. I asked for someone to at least look at what I've written down so far multiple times, proofread it if you will. Silence. I know for a fact A and C were FREE and could've continued working on the project, while B might or might not have been at work. Finally C said they'll do it. We were left with less than an hour to wrap it up and submit it before the deadline at this point.

2 minutes after saying that they'll read it, they sent me a "it's great" message. They shameless lied to my face.

I was inside the Doc the whole time and no other users were shown to be viewing the page, let alone reading 3 lengthy paragraphs in 2 minutes.

At some point during the day I was so desperate, I was ready to delete all I've written, comments, intro and first few paragraphs of the essay, everything and beg to join a different group. But a friend managed to calm me down and I didn't go that route.

I can't write to the professor and explain the situation to him, it's just not an option, that's not a practice in my country when the subject only consists of lectures and the professor has to look after 100+ students. My last hope is tomorrow morning those 3 will see the newest messages of me asking for help to finish it and will help me. If that doesn't happen, well...

What I can do is say fuck it and give them the same treatment they've given me – ghost them, don't do additional work on the questions and essay and take all of us down for not finishing and submitting the final project. I don't really want to do it and fuck up our grades (we have no idea how important this homework is for the final grade) but I genuinely see no other way. So WIBTA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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thecurioustale · 7 days

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My New Book Is Out! | Tokens of Zeal

My new book is out!

Buy it! Buy it now!

That's right: In secret, on January 2 of this year I began writing a book of essays. Some of you may know that I have an online journal, which I created in the summer of 2003 when I was just 21 years old and have kept up with ever since. For my new book I went back to the journal and read through it, entry by entry, drawing out excerpts of interest that became conversation pieces for 81 various and sundry essays reflecting on my past life and past thoughts.

The essays are short, often very short. They are less challenging than my usual writing, I would say. My purpose was not to advance my personal frontier of philosophy and intellectual thought in 2024, or to reach a niche audience of deep thinkers, but instead to reflect sincerely on some things I've seen along the way and muse upon how my thoughts have changed and stayed the same over twenty years.

I mention this to you because I am a bit worried that anyone who reads this book might think there's not much to me as an author, and might be dissuaded from reading my works of fiction when those books eventually come out, so I'll lampshade that by adding that I wrote this book in two-and-a-half months. Make of that what you will. I told myself I wouldn't self-sabotage the book by needlessly saying negative things about it, and I am proud of it, not only the fact that I finished it at all, let alone so quickly, but of the actual contents too.

This book is "Volume 1" in a hypothetical series, as it doesn't cover the entire twenty years of the journal but only the first four months, from August to November of 2003—at which point the essays had reached "book length" (lol). So really this book is a snapshot of my life in the latter half of 2003. At that time, I was fading out of college due to financial hardship and other issues, and did not realize that I would never (as yet) return.

I have been wanting for years to go back and reread my journal, and writing a book out of it was the perfect impetus to finally do it. I think a few things stand out about the Josh of 2023:

First, my principles have remained remarkably consistent, but my awareness and understanding of the world has grown drastically, and so those same principles have led me over time to some different policy views and worldviews on some things.

Second, I was a 21-year-old arrogant block of cheese, full of hormones and self-conviction, and that definitely shows up at times in ways that I simultaneously am not proud of and yet which I admire for their sheer gall. There is something very magnetic about the old me which doesn't exist anymore.

Third, following up on that point, it was pretty inspiring and encouraging to revisit the old me, with all that native optimism and drive. I don't express those qualities anymore because life has worn me down and also because I have come to recognize that humanity's problems are a lot more stubborn and irremediable than I thought. By glimpsing into the past, I couldn't help but be cheered on by the old Josh's proud, utopian sense of human inevitability. It lifted my own spirits in the here and now!

I made the mistake of announcing the book on Patreon right after I finished writing it, i.e. back in mid-March. Then I had to wring my hands every week about how post-production was taking longer than expected. Between the irritating realities of formatting a book in software not properly equipped to format a book (never write a book in Google Docs), the complexities of my detail-oriented manner and strong vision regarding the cover design (and engaging for the first time ever with modern generative AI, and having to learn those ropes), and sustaining illnesses and other life priorities and so on, it would take me another two months in all to finally reach today, where I can now publicly declare:

The book is done! It is for sale right now. It is called:

Tokens of Zeal: Words from a Vanished Age

(Caption: Book front cover of Tokens of Zeal: Words from a Vanished Age, by Joshua Calars.)

You can buy it through Amazon in either paperback or e-book format. (I recommend the paperback version for aesthetics as it is much truer to my design vision for the book's layout and appearance, but my profit margin is actually a dollar bigger with the e-book version, so really just go with whichever version you prefer.) It is available in the US as well as in basically all the other countries that Amazon has expanded its publishing service into. If you need help finding a link to a particular version, give me a ping and I will point you there (if there is a "there" to be pointed to). This is my second published book, following Prelude to After The Hero in 2015, and the first book to be published in print.

If you do read it, first of all thank you! It's an honor that you would take the time. Second of all, I would love any feedback you care to offer. That's not a platitude either; feedback is hard to come by and I really would be interested in anything you have to say, good or bad. You can e-mail me, DM, reblog this, drop an ask, or tag me in an independent post. Whatever you like! Feedback will help me greatly when I eventually get around to writing Volume 2. And feel free to leave a review on Amazon, whether good or bad (though hopefully you enjoy the book); I am told it pleases The Algorithm. But most of all, if you enjoy the book, tell someone about it! Your word-of-mouth is currently 100 percent of my advertising budget, lol.

That's all. I wrote a book; it took four-and-a-half-months; it's done now; and it's the first time I've ever gotten to hold a book that I wrote in my hands as a physical thing, and that's pretty neat.

#Tokens of Zeal: Words from a Vanished Age #New books #Self-publishing #Shameless author self-promotion #Joshua Calars #I am trying on “Joshua Calars” as my new pen name with this book #“The Sinistral” that I used with the Prelude to ATH didn't quite sit right with me #“Calars” is a word in Relance that refers to sunset #They/he are my pronouns; “they” is what I prefer but I won't get mad at you for “he”

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luv4kokafox · 3 months

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Wow how do u get the motivation to study like this?

I actually get this question a lot, so I’ve tried to put some tips together that help me to stay concentrated for as much time as possible! 🙏

Here's how I do 3-5+ hours of revision each day on top of school*:

1. Set achievable goals

Everyone falls into the trap of thinking they can do more than they think, but ultimately it just makes you feel bad :( There’s nothing worse than feeling unfulfilled at the end of the day because you haven’t “completed your work.”

They best thing you can do is write out your tasks that need to be completed, ordering them in terms of priority and then get cracking! It’s important to note that forcing yourself to do work will never help, it’ll just make the work looked rushed and won’t be your best, do what you can and don’t feel disheartened if you leave something uncompleted for now!! (finish it eventually, ofc ☺️)

2. Don’t put work over your other needs!

I’ve heard some people say that they’ve put off snacking/drinking and hanging out with friends just so that they can study. I can almost 100% guarantee this will just make you more upset!! If you want to go out, go out. If you want to snack, go get a snack! Don’t ever put off your needs for some short term work when we both know you’d be a lot happier talking to your friends 🩷

I know that out there, there are some people who will tell you they forget to eat or drink when they work. Please do not let this influence you. Everyone works differently, and their way is not healthy.

3. Time management

Setting up a revision timetable, with time blocks or not, can really help you to set out an idea of work you’d like to complete! Make it colour coordinated!! Stick it up in your room, or throw it on your home/lockscreen for a reminder!

Everyone works a little differently, for example, I do have a timetable, but I don’t use it in extensive detail. If something else has higher importance, I’ll finish that. If I know that working on a subject really won’t “help” at the time (I’ll go over this later 😋) then I’ll ignore it. It's helpful to have the idea, but don’t restrict yourself to just what you've written on the timetable!

4. Apps!!

I've also found it helps to have a non-academic goal to work towards! I use an app called “Flora” to set time goals and write to-do lists that helps me to get through the nights. For each task I have, the app plants a virtual tree or plant in your garden! You can customise the garden, the title of your tasks and each plant that you grow. The best thing about this app is that it restricts apps on your phone (you can choose which ones!). It acts as a massive deterrent to spending time on your phone and helps you to focus on your work! You can also work with friends and grow trees together, completely free :)

There are many apps like this, Flora is just the one that I use. Take some time to find one just for you!! (flora is the best tho <3)

5. Choosing the right focus

So you have some homework due in a couple of days, an essay next week and a project due in in a month. You're really not feeling good about the homework and the essay just really isn't up your street right now, but that project? You wanna do that! And thats fine!! It's never good to miss deadlines and procrastinate, but if you feel like doing that work now will just lead to it being rushed and feeling incomplete, leave it until later on! Forcing yourself to do a task might make you relieved when you're finished, but it's no way to cheer yourself up.

By all means, don't miss deadlines because of this! You should always try to complete assignments right as they're set rather than leaving them until last minute. Getting compulsory work done leaves more time for you to be yourself, work on your own ideas and have that extra edge above anyone else!

*3-5+ hours on top of schoolwork is a big commitment. I understand this, and everyone is different. Please do not think that this is how much you should be doing, or how much is what makes a "good student." Do what feels right for YOU.

That's all from me, if anyone has any other questions on how I revise or how to revise, ask away! <3

Have a good day everyone!

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suhlogic · 2 years

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wildest dreams — professor!johnny x fem!reader au

warnings: unprotected sex (the reader is on the pill), dom/sub theme, corruption kink, size kink, use of the term "daddy" a lot, age gap (reader is 20 and johnny is 30)

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 3.8k

NOTE: the text is formatted in lowercase for the entire story and lots of pining. johnny is the reader’s professor (the reader is a creative writing major in this au).

smut under the cut [do not read if you’re -18]

tough to crack, charming demeanor, mysterious, elegant and he's got a tall stature with a great physique as if the gods carved him. those are the words you could describe johnny suh, your hot english professor who wasn't too strict or too lenient. he's just the right balance of both. too bad, he's married and you were willing to remove his wedding ring no matter what. rumors swirled around about his loveless marriage and his no-good cheater of a wife. would it be so wrong if you seduced him? that's up to the heavens but you knew he deserved so much better than her.

you were determined to have him all to yourself.

[2:00 p.m— at school]

you were a running a little late for your last class, english literature since you had just finished writing a six-page essay on the five chapters worth of lessons mr. suh gave the class weeks ago because he had to take care of personal matters which explained his absences. oddly enough, the same rumors about him finalizing the divorce with his wife were swirling around the campus during his small yet weeks’ worth of hiatus from teaching. you wanted to be a skeptic but it all lined up and this was going smoothly all according to your plan.

after eight minutes of rushing from the library to his classroom which was on the other end of the building, you finally made it inside the room and discreetly sat on an empty chair hoping he would not notice.

however, things seemed more complicated than that. unbeknownst to you, you have him wrapped around your finger. the y/n who was always studious and knew her way in his subject seamlessly with a breeze, unlike your other peers who also took the class, always so determined and passionate about writing. oftentimes, he finds himself reading your works longer than other students. especially when he taught erotic poetry to the class... that's when he knew he liked you. johnny was just waiting for the right time for you to strike. he loved playing the long game. but despite stretching it out long enough, it was also the right time to divorce his wife who was a leech. their marriage was cut short, but who could blame him? he got cheated on by her.

after catching himself in a trance reading your erotica poem wherein you wrote:

"lustful innocence by ___________

i always thought white was the color of innocence,

until i met him.

he always thought the color

looked pretty on me and i basked

in his praises like it was the glowing sun.

i felt the kind of happy i have not

felt in eons—he makes me flutter with

his touches and kisses.

he gave me the love i always sought for.

never mind what the others thought,

he's older and cooler than me and

i was a rare gem in his eyes.

white always made you look angelic, he said

as i stripped for him and the lust in my eyes

became more prominent as he held me

in his arms and left his traces on me

that would only stay between us.

i am coaxed out of the good girl i once was

and my secrets finally felt safe with him.

white is my color, the color of lust and innocence

i'm willing to give him."

and johnny saw you in a different light past your angelic looks since that day. "class dismissed, do not forget to bring your essay outlines for the group discussion tomorrow." he hastily said while other students rushed out of the room. you waited until it was only the two of you alone together and came up to him at his desk where he was just preparing to leave. you felt like as if your body was frozen, unable to coherently form the words you wanted to say. for fuck's sake y/n, you're just going to submit your paper. when you snapped yourself out of your nervousness, you gathered up the courage to ask him.

"mr. suh, i hope this doesn't count as a late submission but here's my essay since i just got around to finishing it before your class and i didn't wanna interrupt." you gave him the paper with your shaky hand reaching out for his much bigger one.

"ah well. miss ________, you just submitted it right on time as expected of you but i'd like to talk about a poem you made for our lesson a few weeks ago," he rolled his sleeves up and took off his glasses, now you were treading treacherous waters. you didn't know what was coming, the silence was so loud you swore that you heard the chalk dust dropping.

johnny noticed how nervous you were but continued, "i won't be beating around the bush now, this specific poem...is an erotic one remember? and it hasn't left my mind..." he started to inch closer towards you.

"yes i do remember, it was a steamy one like you said we had to do sir." you said, unable to avoid his menacing gaze that you've been longing for. "the poem seemed a little too specific than the others, and i've seen how you look at me." he was now caressing the sides of your body, hands wrapped around your waist. the proximity making you feel beyond heated more than anything.

"i-i was thinking of you when i wrote that poem please is that enough?" you said in between desperate sighs as you see his plump pouty lips curl up into a smirk. "atta girl, that's all i needed." he left a kiss on your forehead. "_____, i'd like to ask you out to dinner this saturday...my place? i hope you don't mind. it's too risky here if anyone sees us." he asked as the two of you started to leave the empty room.

"does 7pm sound good mister suh?" you asked shyly. no boy, let alone a man like johnny has asked you out on a proper date so this was a first for you.

"7 o'clock pm it is then. it's a date." he smiled that beautiful smile that has your heart fluttering every time.

you were really going out with the hottest and newly-divorced professor, not to mention you've been fantasizing about him since the beginning of the school year.

[6:40pm —saturday, johnny's place]

you parked just right outside the house address johnny texted you. his place was quite huge, guarded with a fairly tall black fence around it and an elegant vintage gate to match. he knew how to give character to something, and from the get-go, the home exterior already screamed his personality. as you were getting your things ready, you felt your heart beat faster. moments away from actually being more intimate with him, hopefully, get to know what he's like in bed and all of the things you've fantasized about nightly. it was getting more real. you took one last look at yourself in a small mirror you brought and smoothened out the dress you wore just for this occasion.

you hesitantly placed your finger on the doorbell and took a deep breath as you pressed it twice. footsteps came from inside the house towards the door, not long after, johnny stands in front of you in all of his six feet and one inch tall glory with the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up and a pair of matching pants in the same color.

"wow, you're early _________." he greeted you with a smile and arms so welcoming and strong you could just melt into them. "i wouldn't want to be tardy again mr. suh." you said in hopes of clearing the awkwardness between the both of you.

"that's understandable, oh and we're not at school anymore...you can call me johnny." he laughed and whispered the last part lowly into your ear as he put a hand around your body to lean in for a hug and sent butterflies fluttering up and down your spine. you were in for a great night.

you and johnny enjoyed dinner, caught up with whatever's happening in both of your lives as just two people on a casual dinner date. not him as your professor and you as his student. it was beyond refreshing to see a different side of him. it was a little past 8:00 p.m and the two of you are on his couch drinking red wine, it was clear that you were having a blast with him, he's everything you've ever craved for in a man. no boy can come close to him, not even the jeno guy you dated for a month.

"______, do you know why i asked you out?" of course you knew why he wanted you here, you just wanna play dumb for him to see how far it'll get you. "i see how you gaze at me in class, almost like you want to undress me." you hitched a breath as johnny leaned in closer to you. "am i right, y/n? you're just the prettiest angel i've seen aren't you?" he looked into your eyes directly and all you could say was a 'yes.' there was no going back now. he had you in a trance and you love every second of it. without hesitation you fervently cupped his face and pulled him in closer just perfect enough to finally kiss him. he was taken aback and pulled away. smirking, johnny said, "aren't you such a desperate little minx? just so needy for me you couldn't even say yes."

"yes, mr. suh. i need you so bad." you said, still in a daze from the kiss. his lips a little shiny due to your lip gloss rubbing off on him despite his hair still intact with a few loose strands against his forehead. "that's more like it angel," he started to leave kisses and hickeys down your neck. you didn't care if it was gonna be obvious the next day but he's making you his own as you whine for him to feel you all over. "oh and when we're home, that's daddy to you baby." he winked at you, now his head in between your thighs slowly nipping at both of them ready to devour you. but he stops right there and lifts you up from the couch. "daddy...please," you whined at how he edged you. "angel, i gotta move us to the bed, yeah? a delicate pretty thing like you deserves to be fucked on one." he said in between kisses while your arms were wrapped around him and his strength made you fucking dizzy, he really was the man of your dreams. both of you were in his room already and johnny gently laid you down on his bed while setting the pillow against the small of your back.

"angel is that better? don't wanna hurt you." he softly whispered against you, foreheads touching one another. you've never been this intimate with a man, let alone have him bed you and you most definitely did not expect it to be your hot professor you've been lusting over the entire semester.

johnny began to take his shirt off, slowly and teasingly unbuttoning it one by one. you tremendously ached for him to be inside of you, to have his mouth and hands all over you. have those long, thick, and skilled fingers fuck your cunt that you've been imagining whenever you got a good look at them in class. "daddy...please...want you so bad," you whined as you played with your tits through your bra to relieve the ache. "patience, angel, i'm here." he said as he began to hover on top of you and started to leave kisses all over your face and lips. you moaned into the kiss as he began to cup your cheek while his other hand unclasped your bra. he took the opportunity of having your mouth agape for him to insert his tongue deeper into its wet hot cavern and the two of you began to explore each other's mouths. "do you want to go on?" he asked as if it wasn't obvious with how needy you were.

"yes, please..." you moaned. "please, what?" he murmured against your neck, the vibration of his voice making you whine louder, now he was trailing kisses down your chest now and fondling your tits, licking circles on each nipple. at this point, johnny was just teasing you more and he reveled in doing so. by the time his face came into contact with your clothed pussy, he kissed the small ribbon at the center of the waistband of your lace panties. "all pretty and dolled up for me, just wore the best for me didn't you?" he said as he slowly took them off, you could just nod and moan as you feel your cunt dripping with wetness all for him. panties nowhere to be seen within both of your sights, johnny began to collect your slick with his ring and middle fingers and made you suck on his digits. god, you looked so pretty in his eyes, innocently sucking off his fingers as if it was such an angelic act which made his cock twitch in his pants. he then started going down on you, mouth latched onto your bare cunt, he's tongue deep in your pussy, drawing random strokes on your cunt and sucking on the bud of your clit harder which made you see the entire galaxy. "daddy....johnny...please i'm cumming...yes..fuck, right there," and with that you were moaning so loud, screaming his name like it was a prayer. "can you take two more, angel?" he asked, looking into your eyes. once again cupping your cheek. his chin was still glistening from a while ago and hair messily all over the place yet he looked beyond godly in such a disheveled state.

"yes...anything for you, daddy...wanna just suck you off..." you were practically whining at this point, mouth dry at your desperate need to suck him off. johnny shifted himself on the edge of the bed as you shakily made your way in front of him kneeling down on the carpet. you were looking up at him with your pretty doe eyes as you took his belt off and unzipped the fly of his pants with your teeth which turned him on. now his pants were off along with his boxers and he's bigger, longer, and thicker than what you imagined. you were practically salivating at how it slapped against his toned and sculpted abs. he definitely wasn't like any boy you've been with. the tip was flush red and leaking pre-cum out of the slit of his cock. there were veins that beautifully decorated his length on its left side. you started to take him in and was now licking the pre-cum slowly to tease the head. you looked so innocent and you could hear johnny hiss at how you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock. not long after, you took all of him into your mouth and he was moaning as he played with your hair and patted it. you jerked off his dick as he fucked your throat deeper. "angel...you're so fucking good...all pretty for me," he moaned and you could see him swallow his adam's apple from your point of view as he closed his eyes in bliss.

you sucked him off harder until he came and you swallowed most of his cum. some were painted on your chest and all over your lips and cheeks, johnny could take a picture of you right now if he could, you just looked so gorgeous and ruined for him. you crawled onto the bed as he gently flipped you against the mattress so he's on top of you now. you never got a good look at how gorgeous his honey brown eyes were but up close, they were hypnotizing and pupils darkened with lust. he had you under his spell. "are you on the pill?" he asked before preparing to thrust into you. "i'm on the pill, you can just hit it raw." you said with a tinge of naughtiness in your voice. "fuck, you're really a minx aren't you? wanting me to fuck you raw yeah?" he said as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "daddy...please just fuck me," you whined as he placed a haste kiss on your lips. johnny then used his cock to collect the wetness and slick dripping out of your pussy, you whined at how he dragged his dick along your folds. "baby...tell me if it hurts, okay?" he said reassuringly as he started to nip at your neck and collarbone. johnny's lips were now on yours to ease the pain from his size. "johnny...go slow please," you whined. he felt so good but you needed to adjust to him. "okay princess...is this better?" he asked, eyes never leaving your face as you muttered a 'yes.'

you slowly got used to his size not long after and begged for him to thrust faster and deeper into your pussy. "daddy, please...faster...need you...bad," he fucked his dick deeper into you, he hit the spots you didn't know existed inside your walls. "angel, can you feel this?" he grabbed your hand and placed it on your stomach as he thrust into you feeling him hit your cervix. his dick evidently bulging in your womb from your point of view. johnny could spend all day ruining you. you only wanted him, no one else. both of you were chasing your highs and johnny was rubbing your clit as his thrusts got faster and sloppier, "johnny....please...wanna cum already, daddy..." you whined as you felt yourself gush cum out of your pussy...only it felt different. you creamed and squirted on his cock which left him smirking smugly as he pulled out of you.

"baby, you were so good for daddy...you squirted so good i didn't know you could do that," he said pulling you in closer, your legs still shaking and brain still fuzzy from whoring out on his dick. you swore you could see stars. he left kisses over the bruises and hickeys he left earlier. johnny went to his cabinet drawer and took out a small towel to wipe the stickiness off of you. when he was finished, you grabbed him by the wrist and said "johnny...stay please..." you whined out weakly which he found cute. "aw baby,i have to run a bath for us we gotta clean up, yeah?" he cupped your face and kissed the tip of your nose. he was such an affectionate and gentle man despite how intimidating he may seem and you feel yourself loving him more in just one night.

once the bathtub was filled up, johnny picked you up bridal style and gently sat you on the tub as he followed. he was now hugging you close against his chest behind, just pure silence and the sound of the water from the faucet. you were more than happy with him. "this isn't what you expected when i asked you out huh?" he whispered lowly in your ear as he held out his hand to interlace his fingers with your smaller ones. "well...i almost wanted to back out, i didn't want my hot professor seeing me flip." you replied softly as you laid against his neck, feeling your lips graze under his jawline. the intimacy of it all was too good to be true. "i'm glad i finally have you all to myself," he murmured in your ear as his hands traveled naughtily down your breasts playing with it which elicited a moan from you. " 'm just so so happy i'm with you, i've wanted this for so long," you said. the two of you stayed in the bathtub for a while whispering sweet nothings and being playful with each other, especially the lingering touches all over each other but you and johnny were too tired for the night to go for a round two.

[9:00pm]

as soon as you two got out of the tub, he lent you a towel and that's when it dawned on you. you had nothing to wear for the night. hell, you didn't expect a simple dinner and a few glasses of wine would lead to this. "you can wear one of my shirts, angel." johnny said looking up at you in the mirror as he was doing his skincare routine, it's like he read your mind. "i never pegged you for a skincare person honestly," you laughed a little. "_______, i'm full of surprises." he winked at you. slowly, you went to his closet and grabbed the nearest shirt you could find and chose it. the shirt smelled just like johnny and was a little big on you. as soon as you were settled, you laid on his bed. "angel, you look so cute wearing my clothes. you're so small." he cooed at you which made you blush. he only wore sweatpants to bed and the two of you laid there, your hand tracing random circles on his chest as your fingertips gradually traveled to his abs. "why are you smiling?" you asked, almost mumbling.

"nothing, it's just...i know we've only spent the entire night together and i can't help but want you here more often." he said as he kissed the crown of your head and played with your hair. "johnny suh, is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?" you shifted your position and you laid on your stomach, feet dangling on the edge of his bed your head on his stomach as you smiled lovingly at him. "yes, what else would it be?" he smiled back at you. "then yes, of course, i'd love to be yours." you got up to straddle him and put your arms around him and immediately kissed him. "so...are you up for a round two?" he asked, feeling johnny get hard under your bare cunt in his shirt again.

[6:00am — sunday at johnny's place]

the two of you made love until the daylight and spent the rest of your morning lazily cuddling each other and had johnny make breakfast for you. in fact, you almost drooled at the sight of his tall and broad toned figure as he cooked and caught you gawking at him so early on a sunday. you only got home to change for a brunch with him but other than that, it was back to his place and a day filled with cuddles and making out with your boyfriend. he's yours just as much as you are his and you wouldn't have it any other way.

#johnny nct smut #johnny nct fluff #johnny suh #johnny nct imagines #nct 127 imagines

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bagginshieldweek24 · 1 year

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Bagginshield Week 2023 - Guideline, Dates, Prompts

Welcome all to Bagginshield Week 2023, an event meant to inspire creations surrounding the relationship between Bilbo Baggins and Thorin Oakeshield! Keep reading below the cut to find out how to participate, when will it take place, and what are the prompts!

What is considered as Bagginshield for the purposes of the event? Any kind of relationship between Bilbo Baggins and Thorin Oakenshield, whether that be platonic, romantic or sexual, so long as said relationship or the interactions between these characters are the main focus of the work you create.

Is there one specific incarnation of the characters/story that we must abide by? Not at all, you can write them following the lines of the book, the animated film, or the live action trilogy, and even add your own flavor to them. As for the story, you may observe either canon, or make it as canon divergent or alternate universe as you wish (prompt notwithstanding).

Are other pairings featuring Bilbo or Thorin welcome? Yes. So long as Bilbo and Thorin remain the focus of the work, you may include any other background pairings, other relationships (of any nature) that feature Bilbo or Thorin, and polycules/open relationships. I find it perfectly understandable and more than acceptable if you wish, for example, to develop a platonic relationship between these two characters, while also hinting at either of them having a romantic relationship with someone else. Different strokes for different folks.

What mediums are allowed? Are there any minimum requisites for completion or participation? Officially speaking, all mediums are allowed and there aren’t any requisites , since the purpose is to simply inspire more creations of this pair, but the following minimums are encouraged -

Art: 1 sketch.

Fiction: 250 words.

Commentary: 250 words.

Podfic: 5 minutes.

Edits/manips: 2 pictures.

Gifset: 2 gifs.

Moodboard: 4 pictures.

Playlist: 5 songs.

Any other mediums you can think of are more than welcome! If what you wish to create in (animation, cosplay, embroidery, essay, poetry, video edit, you name it) isn’t mentioned above, is simply because I couldn’t even begin to conceptualize what could be considered a minimum for it or wasn’t entirely sure if what I had in mind would work out. You’re more than welcome to drop any comments on other mediums in the ask box, and to participate just as freely as anyone else! Again, these minimums are suggestions, after all!

Event Specifics

Date: June 4th - 10th. 2023.

Two extra days (June 11th and 12th) will be available to post/finish creations.

There are two prompts to chose from or combine per day.

There are two alternate prompt sets (regular and whump), with five prompts each, which you can exchange or combine with any daily prompt.

For those posting in Tumblr, you must use the tag #thilboweek23 to have your post reblogged. For those posting in AO3, a Collection will be set at the beginning of the event. For those who may post somewhere else or would prefer remaining anonymous on Tumblr, you may: make a short Tumblr post to promote, request me to share your work through the Discord server (that is still being set up) or an ask through Tumblr, or send me an email with the link to your work through an account I will share later (I’m afraid I don’t have Twitter or Instagram accounts, sorry).

Prompts

Regular Alternate Prompts: Courtship | Secret Relationship | Thorin is an Errant Smith | Meeting the Family | Enchantments/Spells

Whump Alternate Prompts: Believed to be Dead | Nightmares/Hallucinations | Silence | Left Behind | Hidden Injury

#Bagginshield Week #Bagginshield Week 2023 #Thilbo Week #thilboweek23 #Bilbo Baggins #Thorin Oakenshield #Thorin II #Event #Fandom Events

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nati-jade · 2 months

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Can u share your list with us so we can know what to expect

Always happy to talk about my writing! 😁

So this is the list I'm working on atm. I have no idea what order they will come in as I just work on whatever takes my fancy and sometimes a new idea comes in and takes over - which is what happened with Treacherous and Is It Over Now? As I've said before, I get very little time for writing, sometimes as little as 2 hours a week, so I do what I can. Luckily, I have the amazingly supportive @emmainldn cheering me on constantly, otherwise I'd probably never get anything written!

Haylor fics currently in the pipeline:

The Very First Night - about the first time they got together in March/April 2012. I started this before Treacherous but it's got similar vibes, so might end up taking a backseat for a while as I used a lot of my ideas for it in Treacherous. I do have other ideas for it though so it will probably happen eventually. It's a bit more angsty than Treacherous as it goes a bit "rust that grew between telephones-y" later on.

Just A Little Bit of Your Heart - Sequel to Midnight, late 2014ish. Harry wants to be with Taylor properly but she's keeping him at arms length and he's not very good at communicating. Angst and possibly no/little smut which is weird for me! This is almost complete and will probably be posted first.

Cruel Summer (working title) - Summer 2016 (possibly, not 100% decided on the timeline). This one will be open/ongoing episodes/hook ups and is literally just an excuse to write smut whenever I want without having to think of a proper storyline.

A Million Little Times - this is the big boy. Long series fic where Taylor is with John when they meet but Harry falls for her anyway. Over the years they hurt each other a million little times but they can't seem to stay away from each other. This will be split into two halves and I'm not posting until the first half is nearly done, so don't expect it any time soon, but if I go quiet, I'm probably working on this. I'm pretty sure it will be worth the wait.

Passports in Footwells - Break up fic Dec 2012/Jan 2013 - Chronicals the little mistakes and misunderstandings that leads to them breaking up even though they still love each other. Heated arguments, full angst, almost definitely some smut too. This one is only a couple of sentences long atm but I can see it zooming past the others cuz I'm really excited for it. I like writing pain.

Vigilante Shit - Current Harry watching a TikTok of Taylor performing Vigilante Shit at Eras. Very short but about finished, I've only not posted this because it's so short and I'm wondering if I need to add something else or make it part of a series or something.

5 Reasons Matty Healy Hates Harry Styles and 1 Reason He Doesn't - haylor from an outsiders perspective looking in. A very jealous outsiders perspective. Inspired by an incredibly interesting 1 hour video essay I watched about Matty having one-sided beef with Harry Styles. And Robbers by The 1975. I'm well aware noone asked for this fic but the idea came to me practically half-formed one day. 😂

I Can See You - Vmas hook up! - Someone suggested this the other day, but there is a scene in A Million Little Times which I think is set at the vmas so might include it in that...if not though I will write this at some point because 🔥🔥🔥.

#haylor fic

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September is birthday month, if anyone's wondering why my acquisition of books appears to have slipped again (picture #2). At least I'd read nearly all of them before they joined my library shelves, and Winter's Gifts, well, it's really easy to read an Aaronovitch novella within a day or two of acquiring it. Especially since…

September was also week-vacation month, which is part of how I made it to 13 books read but very little explanation for my read-from-TBR-shelves stack (picture #1), only two of which I read on holiday. The two short ones I read in the gap between "finished the latest Book Of Substance" and "started the official Vacation Stack", and Digger was one of my 2023 goals so I decided to check that off. Baking Yesteryear was a surprise/accident. I was telling a coworker how much I enjoyed reading the library's copy and they said, "hey, while you were off, we got a copy too damaged to sell…". And one has to treat oneself in birthday month.

(Vacation was good, in case you were wondering. Camping, so no wifi, so lots of outdoors and reading time and charming rodent shenanigans.)

My biggest regret of the month, by which we mean less regret and more mild bookish panic, is the number of reading copies I appear to have taken home. I have one for Menewood which I'm planning to get to once I finish with My Roommate is a Vampire, and the rest of them were, well, um. Look. When your store buyer and random publishers send you books you'd enjoy and your coworkers finish reading ARCs you've been interested in, things happen, okay? At least at this point a lot of the books are coming out next year, which probably doesn't bode well for my 2024 TBR but that is a future problem.

Also, not doing great at my goal of reading a Canadian author every month. This is the second (?) month in a row I've failed on that front which, yes, is why I'm reading a Canadian author right now. (Also it's one of those ARCs a coworker finished with.)

Beyond the bookish stuff, there's not much to report. I've written a good bit and am surprising myself by how much I can write on my phone during a commute. Had a good birthday. Ate good food. Got fun things. Dealt with slightly more chaos at work than usual. Finished the last season of Great British Bake-Off aired in Canada and am looking forward to starting the Canadian version tonight.

How was your September?

And now without further ado, in order of enjoyment…

Evidence of Things Seen - Sarah Weinman, ed.

A collection of true crime journalism tackling recent social justice issues and big-picture flaws in the justice system.

8/10

multiple #ownvoices essays by BIPOC authors

warning: the usual things one would expect to find in true crime journalism

Infinity Gate - M.R. Carey

A scientist, the multiverse, AI, and the nature of humanity.

8/10

Nigerian and Moroccan POV characters

warning: slavery, fire, xenophobia, war, torture, violence

Thornhedge - T. Kingfisher

Toadling confronts the knight bent on entering the sleeper’s tower.

8/10

Arab Muslim secondary character

Digger Unearthed - Ursula Vernon

A wombat’s tunnel takes her to a very foreign land. She would like to go home please—but there are gods.

8.5/10

Baking Yesteryear - B. Dylan Hollis

Tried and true recipes from the past century.

9/10

🏳️‍🌈 author

The Fragile Threads of Power - V.E. Schwab

Seven years after Red London was saved, some people have moved on and others are still picking up the pieces. And some are asking whether the king deserves to be in power.

7.5/10

POV characters of colour, 🏳️‍🌈 POV characters (gay), 🏳️‍🌈 author

Winter’s Gifts - Ben Aaronovitch

Agent Kimberley Reynolds investigates a case with “unusual characteristics” during a Michigan winter.

7/10

Ojibwe secondary characters

Lud-In-The-Mist - Hope Mirrlees

A bourgeois father tries to save his children from the plague of fairy fruit—which is hard, since it doesn’t officially exist.

6.5/10

warning: classist, misogynist, generally unkind to the disabled and mentally ill

A Long Day in Lychford - Paul Cornell

Something is wrong with the borders around Lychford and the local coven has to put things right before people get hurt.

7/10

Black British main character

warning: mild racism and xenophobia

The Vaster Wilds - Lauren Groff

A servant girl flees her colonial town for the dubious safety of the wilderness.

7/10

protagonist of colour, mentally disabled secondary character, incidental Powhatan and other indigenous characters

warning: racism, misogyny, rape, disease, starvation, murder, death of a child

Board to Death - CJ Connor

Ben turns down a suspiciously good deal on an old board game. Then the dealer turns up dead on his doorstep.

6/10

🏳️‍🌈 main character (gay), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (gay), 🏳️‍🌈 author, #ownvoices

Starter Villain - John Scalzi

Charlie inherits a supervillain empire, complete with a subscription mega-laser, spy cats, and enemies.

6.5/10

The Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices - Charles Dickens and Wilkie Collins

Two friends go on a holiday to northern England.

7/10

Currently reading:

Like Every Form of Love - Padma Viswanathan

A writer digs into the strange, complicated story of a man she befriended in a marina.

🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (gay), Indo-Canadian author, 🇨🇦

warning: domestic and child abuse

My Roommate is a Vampire - Jenna Levine

There’s a room-to-rent in Cassie’s low, low budget. The (hot) guy renting it acts like he’s from the 1800s. Surely he’s just quirky.

🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (gay)

Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century - Richard Taruskin

A history of early written European music, in its social and political contexts.

Stats

Monthly total: 13 Yearly total: 100/140 Queer books: 3 Authors of colour: 0 Books by women: 5 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 0 Off the TBR shelves: 5 Books hauled: 6 ARCs acquired: 12 ARCs unhauled: 4 DNFs: 0

January February March April May June July August

#books #booklr #bookblr #rec lists #read in 2023 #reading wrap-ups #my photos #stacks of books

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nocteacakes · 9 months

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Dramione Month Day 2 - Head Boy & Girl

Relevant tags: No Voldemort AU, Seventh Year, Omegaverse

**So I decided for Dramione Month I'd be a little crazy and do the prompts but also make all of them omegaverse lol. Should be fun.**

This was unbelievable. This couldn’t be true. Hermione couldn’t believe her eyes.

She was so proud and elated when she received the Head Girl pin and accompanying letter in the mail. She knew she had to be one of the top contenders for Head Girl, if not the top choice as it were. The warm feeling in her chest lasted for weeks, right up until she arrived at Platform 9 3/4 and saw the glint of the shiny Head Boy badge pinned on the robes of that poncy blond-haired git, Draco Malfoy.

She stalked quickly toward him, angry energy radiating from her hair. At the last moment, she pulled up and schooled her expression. She wouldn’t let him get the best of her.

“Malfoy.” She tried to adopt an air of indifference.

“Granger.” He levelled serious eyes at her, glancing quickly at the Head Girl badge on her robes. “I can’t say I’m surprised. I couldn’t see anyone else getting Head Girl.”

Hermione froze, her mouth closing on a retort. Was that a compliment? Directed at her?

And the surprises only continued on the train ride to Hogwarts. Draco was deferential and serious, none of his trademark smirks and sly remarks to be found. They patrolled the length of the train mostly in silence. Hermione was unnerved and trying to decide what she wanted to say about it. Who knew what Draco was thinking. In the end, she said nothing at all. She might be a Gryffindor, but as Head Girl she knew she should show restraint. Maybe things would become clearer as time went on.

But a number of weeks went by, and nothing changed. Hermione was sure the mask would slip, that Malfoy would lash out at her, give her a sneer or a snort of derision. But beyond being the most helpful partner she’d ever had, he was studious and quiet in the classes they had together, and she never saw him abusing his role like he had in previous years as a prefect. Genuinely, who was this Draco Malfoy and what had happened to him?

“You’re really fine taking over the shift tomorrow night?” Usually Hermione would have been more than on top of her schoolwork, but an errant spilled potion from Neville had destroyed two feet of her already-finished Potions essay. It would take all her free time to rewrite it in time for submission. Thank Merlin for Draco, truly.

“I already said I’m alright with it, Granger.” Malfoy almost sounded curt with her — a first in the few months since they had began working together as Head Boy and Girl. They were in the Head common room, but Malfoy apparently had somewhere to be; he was hastily packing up his things and avoiding her eyes, like he didn’t want to be anywhere near her. He had stood further away from her during their meeting with the prefects as well, nose crinkled and brows furrowed in annoyance.

“Alright, well, thank you. I really—” She kept trying to catch his eye.

“Goodnight.” Malfoy swung his bag onto his shoulders and slipped out before Hermione could finish her sentence.

A feeling of disappointment sat in her chest, but Hermione couldn’t say why. Her eyes roamed over to his desk across the room and caught on a slip of parchment under his chair. Hermione glanced at the door nervously, in case Malfoy realised he forgot something and came back. After a few moments of silence, she steeled herself and walked over to his desk. She wasn’t being nosy, she was simply tidying up the common room. She unfolded the crumpled paper, and read the short note. Her eyes went wide.

It was addressed to Malfoy, from Madam Pomfrey, indicating that her latest batch of Omega suppressants were ready, and that he could pick them up at his earliest convenience.

Malfoy was an Omega? Was that why his demeanor had suddenly changed over a summer? Suddenly, so many other strange little incidences were starting to click into place. And Hermione’s Alpha instincts made her suddenly very, very interested in Malfoy, beyond just curiosity. Would he be open to it? She hoped he would. They almost felt like friends now. The Alpha in her purred a little.

#dramione month #My fanfiction #Dramione #Dramione fanfiction

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chryblossomjjk · 1 year

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soooo... we hit a p significant follower milestone today

✨💗✨cheers 2 us clink clink friends✨💗✨

not but seriously actually geniunely literally thank you so fucking much to everyone who has supported me. whether it be leaving nice comments or anons or even just simply liking a fic of mine. i started this blog in july of last year and didn't expect anything to come of it really, so i was v shocked that people liked imagine :') and then the reaction to practice was so overwhelming in the best way possible. like i cherish the memories of writing that series and the way you guys would speculate and analyze everything. yeah. i don't know what to say other than thank you so much and i love you dearly. every comment has made an impact on me and yeah you guys genuinely make my life sm better. i love you all and i hope we contine to have fun together :')

my writing has been p stagnant lately bc of school and whatnot so just a lil update: i have a break coming up soon so praying crying and screaming to finish the weekend then!! and then we have a short (im projecting :'))) lil subby nerdy jk moment!! and then glimspe of us which will be a big s2l slight e2l slowburn angst piece that im so fucking excited to finally work on!! i know its going to take me a while to finish this so i hoping to have it up like mid summer!!

ALSO !!! weekly reviews will be back next week!! i had like three fucking essays to write in the past week and a half so they've been stalled but i will get one done this tuesday i promise!!

#and to kook #jungkook ssi #jeon jungkook #ty for being so gorgeous that i daydream every scenario to ever exist about u lol

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flwrshwr-chenji · 2 years

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Essays and Eclairs

You walk into your favorite campus coffee shop, fully prepared to get in a nice full day of school work. As you look around, you notice every other kid at your university had the exact same idea, seeing as there were no empty tables. Letting out a small sigh, you decide to still order your regular coffee, and a chocolate eclair, incase someone leaves while you’re waiting. Unfortunately for you, it seemed no one planned on leaving any time soon, so once your name was called, you grabbed your cup, and took a look around in hopes of spotting a table you missed. What you found instead, was one of your classmates, Jeong Jaehyun, was sitting by himself.

Taking a deep breath, you walk over to him, silently praying he’ll let you sit with him. “Excuse me.” You say to get his attention. Once he looked up at you from his laptop, you continued. “There’s no where else to sit, and I recognize you from my political science class… so I was hoping maybe I could sit here while I study? We don’t have to talk to each other, I just need a table.” You finish your short ramble, and look at him with hopeful eyes. “Yeah… you can sit here.” He said, and began to move some of his stuff off of the table, taking a few glances at you. After the table is a bit more clear, you sit, and begin pulling out your laptop, and other supplies. Jaehyun takes it upon himself to stare at you for a few short moments. “Y/n right? You usually sit on the towards the right in the lecture hall?” He asks, a bit of caution in his voice, as not to come off as a creep. You nodded quickly, a small smile on your face. “Yeah… and you’re Jaehyun?” You state, the same bit of cautiousness in your voice. “Yeah! Thats me.” He responds, a bright smile on his face, sticking his hand out to shake your hand. You quickly accept his handshake, letting out a small sigh of relief at the lack of tension between you two. He matches your smile, before going back to his own work in front of him.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for about 20 minutes, before Jaehyun perks up. “What’re you working on? If you dont mind me asking.” You sit up a bit, meeting his eye contact. “I’m just finishing the poli sci essay.” You say. Jaehyun’s eyebrows instantly furrow. “We had an essay?” He said. You could almost hear the fear in his voice. You had to stifle a laugh as you start to nod. “Our professor assigned it on Monday… its due on Sunday.” You said, watching his jaw slowly fall slack. “You wouldn’t happen to have the rubric would you?” He asked, chuckling nervously. “Yeah I do.” You started laughing softly to yourself. After sifting through your items for a bit, you hand him the rubric. You watch with amusement as his eyes frantically scan the paper. “Of course the day I stayed home hungover, is the day we get assigned an essay. And Now I only have 3 days to pull 4 pages out of my ass” He leans back in his seat, sighing deeply. You bite your lip in thought for a short second, before closing your laptop. “If you’d like… I could help you with it. I’m really good at bullshitting essays, so I could help you knock yours out in no time… I’d just have to finish mine first of course…” You say and smile at him. “Oh my god! Yes please! How can I repay you?” He responded, almost before you could get your full sentence out. You think for a second before grinning at the boy in front of you. “You buy me chocolate eclairs for 2 weeks.” You arch an eyebrow in anticipation of his answer. “You got yourself a deal y/n. Great to do business with you.” He says and extends his hand for the second handshake of the day. You once again shake his hand, smiling softly, before pulling your hand away, and opening your laptop to finish your essay, now excited to help your classmate at the promise of free eclairs for two weeks. “You’re a life saver.” He says, before checking the time. “I’ve got to get going, but do you think we can start tomorrow?” He asks. You nod softly. “Yea. Ill be done with mine by the end of the day. Just pick your topic, and we can meet up tomorrow to work on yours.” You say. He nods in agreement. “Perfect. Thank you. You’re literally an angel.” He said, before standing with his stuff to prepare to leave. “Oh its not a problem. I actually kinda like essays.” You chuckle softly, turning your focus back to your laptop. “Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says, waving goodbye before walking towards the exit of the cafe. It only takes about 3 minutes of him being gone for you to rush out the door after him. You almost collide with him, as he turns to the sound of you yelling his name. “I kinda need your number… if im gonna be helping you… so we can coordinate times to meet up.” You say between trying to catch your breath. “Oh yeah, I guess you’re right.” He laughs softly, pulling out his phone and handing it to you. You do the same, handing him your phone to exchange numbers. “Ok… bye for real this time. I guess I’ll text you later.” You say. “Bye for real this time.” He repeats, a smile on his face. You pivot, and walk back inside, excited to meet up with your new friend tomorrow.

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Chapter 2 of "more thicker than forget" is here, featuring an awkward reunion, a lot of academic worldbuilding, and a tentative truce between our favs.

I thought this fic would be a two-shot, but as I got further into the story, I realized that some of the scenes I had planned needed more time/deserved their own chapters, so the expected chapter count is now 5 as Eris and Azriel re-meet each other after 5 years apart. This chapter is relatively short, but the next ones should allow our two more time to interact and come to terms with each other. I don't have an upload schedule for the other 3 parts yet, but expect them soon--I'm starting a new writing project sometime in July and want to have this story finished before I move on.

Read here on AO3, or continue below the cut.

5 Years Later—Eris

Late August

Eris checked the time on his office computer, sighed, and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes briefly. He only had a few moments alone before he had to pull himself together to greet the visiting scholar Prythian was hosting for the semester.

Or—to be more accurate—the visiting scholar he was hosting for the semester.

Thankfully this would be the last time he’d ever have to do something like this—in two months, he would finally, finally have tenure, not just be on a tenure track, and he could slow down—could stop working so hard to have a new publication every other month, could stop worrying so much about what students wrote on their course evaluations, could stop having to volunteer for every little thing the department needed, all to prove that he was—how did they put it?—“an asset to both the department and the university at large” and worthy of tenure.

Helping visiting scholars like the one coming that day was one of the volunteering responsibilities that he had taken on. The weeks or months spent playing host were typically monetarily and intellectually thankless time sucks, but they at least earned him a fair amount of good will—the senior scholars in the department were more than willing to pawn off the visiting researchers and the responsibility of making them comfortable to an underling whenever possible. And it’s not like the work was particularly hard at this point: Eris took them out for drinks, made polite small talk about whatever their niche research was, helped get them set up in their office and hotel, and was on-call to answer any question about university bureaucracy that might come up during their time on campus. Easy, distant, and—typically—quite dull.

At least this final scholar actually promised to be interesting. Eris couldn’t remember the man’s name—the department had certainly told him when he agreed to help him settle in, and he was sure there was an email buried somewhere in his inbox that would have the man’s CV and relevant publication information—but he remembered enough for their meeting today.

He was another modernist, albeit an independent scholar, working on an accessible reading guide to Finnegans Wake (a pointless task, Eris thought, not that anyone had asked him—no one tried to read the book except for the most dedicated Joyce scholars, and even then, it was more of a curiosity than a work of serious literary merit. It was just too strange—he first read the book one summer as an undergrad and felt drunk for a week after). Apparently, the project was in its final stages, and since Prythian housed the largest collection of Joyce’s letters and drafts, the scholar had requested a visiting position to have access to the archive. He and Eris would be co-teaching an undergrad survey class on Joyce as well, thus necessitating their meeting today—who would lecture when, what they would ask the students to read versus what the students would actually read, how harshly they wanted to grade essays—all the usual logistical nonsense that came with teaching a class.

At the sound of a soft knock on his office door, Eris snapped his eyes open and shrugged his blazer back on, the tweed slightly itchy at the back of his neck where the jacket rose over the collar of his shirt. As settled as could hope to be, Eris called out, “Come in.”

“Dr. Vanserra!” Thesan Aubade, the department chair, greeted him as he opened the door and stepped into the cramped space. The office was clean, and as elegantly outfitted as an 8 by 8 cell could hope to be, but Eris was victim to the occupational hazard that befell anyone making a living off of their words: every spare foot of space was devoted to books, each wall lined with overflowing shelves that intruded into the already too-small room. There was room for his desk and a single chair for students coming in for office hours, but not much else. “I come bearing your charge for the semester, Dr. Azriel Moreno.”

Eris took a moment to study the man who followed Thesan into the room. He looked vaguely familiar, tall and broad and with an unfairly beautiful face framed by rounded tortoiseshell glasses, wearing a white oxford tucked into black jeans with a black blazer over top. Eris had probably seen him on the conference circuit at some point over the last few years, but at this point, the names and faces of the minor scholars who attended those blurred together. Deciding that it wasn't anything worth worrying about, he smiled and said, “It’s good to meet you, Dr. Moreno. I look forward to working with you this semester.”

The man held Eris’ gaze for a beat too long, not offering a greeting in return, his hazel eyes boring into Eris’ own before he slowly raised a brow as if in challenge.

Before Eris could start to make sense of the man’s expression and the odd hostility it conveyed, Thesan cut in. “Facilities couldn’t find him a space in the building with the construction in the east wing, but I assured Dr. Moreno that you would be more than happy to share your office space for the semester.”

Eris blinked at Thesan, who had the gall to meet his confused expression with only a bland smile. “Is that so?” Eris said slowly, biting his tongue before he said anything ruder. Because god, it was just like Thesan to spring this on him here, in front of the scholar, rather than giving him time to argue or plan or figure out literally any better solution than cramming two people into the same small working space.

Moreno, however, simply smiled at Thesan. “I’m sure Dr. Vanserra and I can make it work. Who knows?” He said, cutting his eyes over at Eris again. “Perhaps we’ll find we enjoy such close quarters.”

Eris almost rolled his eyes at that bullshit, ingratiating answer, which would have wrecked the image of careful control he had cultivated over the last five years of dealing with departmental politics. Thesan, though, pleased that he wouldn’t have to do any mollifying, clapped his hands and started moving toward the door. “Well, that’s excellent. I’ll leave you to it, then. Can’t wait to hear what you plan for the Joyce class.”

There was a beat of silence in the wake of his departure as Eris stared after Thesan’s retreating form, silently seething as he imagined the intrusion that Moreno’s presence would present to his routine: a person in his space and in his business, for whom he’d be expected to give up his desk and his peace of mind whenever the other man decided he needed it, nevermind how snowed under Eris was with trying to keep up with teaching responsibilities and research and preparations for his tenure review.

And that wasn’t even taking into account that the man himself was apparently going to be insufferable—oddly standoffish with colleagues like Eris, irritatingly sycophantic with higher-ups like Thesan. Any enthusiasm he might have felt about working with Moreno this semester was rapidly draining away.

Still, he had a job to do, but Eris was not about to tackle the rest of the day sober. “There’s a bar a few blocks away that the undergrads haven’t discovered yet. Why don’t we do this over a drink?”

Eris saw something flash briefly over Moreno’s face—again, that strange, brief hesitation—before he said simply, “Lead the way.”

A few minutes later, they had settled into a booth with their drinks, both men slightly sweaty from the walk to the bar through Prythian’s late summer humidity. Their conversation on the walk over had been stilted: Eris made some innocuous comment about the weather and Moreno agreed brusquely that, yes, it was quite hot; Eris asked after the general details of Moreno’s travel to Prythian and Moreno informed him that it was “fine;” Eris asked after the details of his research project and Moreno told him that it was “almost finished.” And that was it.

Perhaps the man was just awkward, Eris mused as Moreno raised his pint glass to his lips to take a sip while staring at the street outside of the bar, just someone who never mastered the politicking and the small talk and the conversations that came with academia. It would explain why he wasn’t at a university, at any rate.

Even so, he didn’t relish the thought of spending any more time with him here than he had to—sharing an office and a class with Moreno all semester would be enough of a headache and, if the walk over was any indication, this meeting would be much the same, with Eris carrying the discussion about semester logistics while the other man grunted agreement instead of offering real answers and insights like an actual person. He sighed internally— only two more months until tenure .

Pulling out his laptop, he said, “So. The Joyce class. I figured we’d alternate lectures rather than splitting them, and I’ve made a tentative weekly lecture and reading breakdown. What’s your email? I’ll send this to you to review.”

Turning back to Eris, Moreno looked at him blankly for a moment, apparently not quite ready to jump into the work of the meeting, and Eris resisted the urge to sigh and scold him like he was a distracted undergrad broodily gazing out of a window.

“Of course,” Moreno said, shaking himself slightly and pulling out his phone. “Email is [email protected].”

As Eris typed in the email, he noticed that Moreno began to roll up the sleeves of this shirt, the sunlight streaming into the bar having made even the indoor space uncomfortably warm.

And then—fuck .

Because the man had tattoos across his forearms, intricately swirled and somehow elegant in their brutality, and Eris had only seen tattoos like those once before—years ago, at another bar, in what felt like another lifetime—and he realized why the man had seemed so familiar back in his— their —office.

Eris dragged his eyes away from the man’s arms only to find Moreno studying him. With a smirk, Moreno asked, “It was the tattoos then?”

Eris felt his mouth go dry as he remembered the last time he was with this man, was with Azriel Moreno. He was high on his job offer and cool and articulate and utterly in control. But now? Now, he could only rasp out, “They made an impression.”

Moreno barked a mirthless laugh at that. “I suppose they did.”

Silence stretched between the two men after that for a few beats as Eris, caught wrong-footed, scrambled for something to say to salvage the meeting, hoping desperately that Moreno wasn’t petty enough to say something to Thesan about the disaster this was becoming.

To Eris’ surprise, however, Moreno was the one to break the tension. “Look, Vanserra, I’m here to continue my research and finish my book and teach this class. Nothing more. I haven’t been with a university in five years, and I just want this to be simple and professional and uncomplicated.”

Eris hoped his relief didn’t show too clearly on his face. “I think we can manage that.”

“Good.” With that, Moreno turned his attention back to his phone, pulling up the email from Eris and skimming through the document. “I have some thoughts.”

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