Study Materials (Prodigal Son)
Martin Whitly x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged
Summary: Martin loves your singing voice. How convenient that it helps you study.
CW: Martin Whitly. that's it, that's the warning. (also fluff)
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It had started out innocently enough. You’d written to The Surgeon in hopes of getting some answers for your dissertation for University. You’d not expected a reply back, never mind an invitation to go and see him.
You’d left the letter on your bedside for about a month before deciding to bite the proverbial bullet and go to see him. You’d seen pictures of him online, of course. Knew as much about him as was relatively accessible online, but being able to meet him? To speak with him directly? Well, you’d be a fool to pass that opportunity up.
So you’d gone to see him. He was charming, almost soft? He’d answered some of your questions and deflected others. He was guarded but had seemed genuinely interested in your studies and degree.
“The human mind,” he’d said conspiratorially. “It’s quite the marvel.”
Quite the marvel indeed.
You’d gone back a second time because you’d thought of some more questions that would be great for your paper.
The third was to follow up on some of his answers that you’d forgotten to take all the notes down for.
And after that, well, you’d realised after quite some time that you were making up excuses to see him. Anything under the sun that seemed at least a vaguely reasonable excuse was used to get yourself time during his visitation.
And eventually, you just went because you wanted to. Taking in your notes and studying while making idle conversation, cracking jokes about classes and professors and sometimes just sitting in contented silence until visitation hours ran out.
On this particular day, you were reading and re-reading the same paragraphs of study materials. They were just not sinking in. Martin had the radio on softly and was singing quietly under his breath. You let your mind focus on that as you tried to read the materials one more time.
You got a little further this time and were actually making decent progress when Martin spoke up suddenly.
“That sounds lovely, my dear. I didn’t know you could sing!”
Your cheeks pinked immediately. You hadn’t even realised you’d been singing. You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, making sure not to paint yourself with your highlighter.
“Oh- yeah, only sometimes. Just can’t help it when the song is good, you know?”
Martin gives you one of his signature warm smiles.
“I understand, sweetheart. You really are very good,” he tilts his head thoughtfully. “It’s quite nice to hear a friendly voice in here. The radio only gets you so far.”
You note that Martin has a hopeful gleam in his eyes. Oh, he enjoyed it. Like, actually wants you to sing some more kind of enjoyed it. Your cheeks blush a little darker.
“Is that a request, Martin?”
The man in question hums invitingly.
“If you’d be so kind,” he says, trying not to let the hope bleed through too much.
You chuckle and go back to your readings. You won’t be able to sing if you’re not focussing on something else. Particularly if he’s paying attention solely to you.
You clear your throat and highlight a passage, adding in your annotations. Quietly at first, you start to sing along with the radio.
You find with the highlighting and the singing, the information soaks into your brain faster, and as you become more engrossed in the readings, you completely forget Martin is even there listening to you.
If you’d paid attention, you would have noticed the way Martin gave you a look of pure adoration. You would have noticed the way he closed his eyes and sighed with relief, letting the words wash over him.
And thus, a new studying tradition was born. Whenever you visited Martin in his cell with your textbooks and highlighters, he would brighten considerably. You fell into the routine and eventually, Martin started asking for requests- which you fulfilled if you knew the songs.
You could both get very used to this.
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if sunwoo told me to come get my dessert best fucking believe i’ll be on my knees faster than the speed of light HE IS SO HOT
and when you're too impatient trying to get down on your knees in front of him, attempting to unzip his pants he grabs your wrists and goes "tsk tsk tsk, what do we say?"
and you look up at him with your pretty doe eyes and respond "...please? 🥺"
and he'll reply "good girl" while letting you continue with what you were doing
and once his cock springs out from his underwear, he's gotta tap it on your lips and say "now open..."
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the thing about the thing is that any klaus ship makes more sense than kl*roline and those people have to act like that to compensate. and i do mean literally any klaus ship.
the originals edition? klaurora ate. would've done great things if not for elijah. klamille? ain't everyone's cup of tea but it still makes more sense for klaus to have an interest in her than that other blonde girl at the very LEAST from a psychology aspect and to get at marcel and kieran. klayley? even if the only thing they Ever did was hate fuck, it still would've been more in character. klaus and lucien, klaus and genevieve, all of them make at least some sense from a narrative point of view.
tvd? klaus and elena? would've been a dark and twisty ass romance, but would've been great to witness. klaus and bonnie? not only would it have been eagerly accepted, but it was WANTED by the actors too. klaus and katherine? c'mon. (if you come to me about 'he killed her family!!' i'm sorry but i do not care they would've been so fucking funny). klaus and stefan.
even in the fucking BOOKS, klaus and vivianne were so, so much better. it's just.
like i'm SORRY but no matter what other ship it is kl*roline falls flat. he liked her because why? he has a weird complex about his sister and he wanted to assert dominance over tyler. there was literally no other reason for that man to give a shit about her.
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you won't download a hair off curseforge because idf but you'll still use an hp computer and eat mcdonalds. lolok. performative ass.
I have an asus and no actually! I don't eat at mcdonalds! :) hope that cleared things up for you! weird nasty ass.
like goddamn not actively using a website that supports the IDF is such an easy thing to choose to do, idk why you're so irate over it? if you wanna use it go ahead. personally I'm not about to. no I can't realistically boycott every single pro-israel brand but holy fuck dude I can at least do this one small super easy thing.
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