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got an idea bestie <333. what about dilf jamie having a daughter and the reader babysitts her on days jamie is not home and once she is like cleaning up the mess she made in the kitchen and jamie comes home and they somehow fuck oop.🥰😘💕❣💔❤💖💝💘

hi my love!!! <33 YES. YES. YES. I LOVE THIS.

Burning Desire- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

୨♡୧ warnings: smut! don't read if your uncomfortable!! age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Jamie in his late 30s), sir kink (kind of), i think that's it!

୨♡୧ note: yes the title is a lana reference <3

You never imagined enjoying a job as much as you do being a babysitter for none other than Jamie Bower’s daughter. You also got paid very well, leaving you excited to go to work. It started as a part-time job, but with Jamie’s busy schedule it began to be more full-time. Which of course you didn’t mind! You loved his daughter, Abi, and she loved you too. Everytime you would leave when Jamie came home during the day she would begin to cry, she’d even offer you her pocket money to stay a couple extra hours to play with her. She loved to draw and make music, you knew this came from Jamie. He encouraged her to express herself artistically in every form she could, he even told you his plans to get her a guitar for her next birthday, in which she’ll be turning 9.

It was currently a Thursday night, Jamie had messaged you earlier in the evening explaining that he would probably be home quite late tonight, so he would pay you double for staying the extra hours. You told him he didn’t have to, yet he insisted.

When Jamie was home, you noticed there was something in the air between you two. Once he kissed you goodbye when you left, it was only on the cheek, but it took everything in you not to pull him back in and kiss his lips. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined this multiple times. You would get lost in your daydreams and fantasies about this man, so much that everytime you came face to face with him you couldn’t help but become nervous.

You were on the floor, on your hands and knees, scrubbing away the mess you had accidentally created earlier. You had just cooked Abi’s dinner, and after putting all the leftovers in a glass bowl you went to put it away, but Abi came running in, excited to show you her drawing and made you jump, causing you to drop the bowl and leaving a mess all over the floor. You cleaned most of it, but there were still stains. So once Abi was asleep, you decided to get back down and clean it up.

“Everything okay down there?” You heard a voice ask from behind you, and suddenly you blushed as he had just walked in on you in this position. You quickly rose back to your feet, taking off your cleaning gloves and placing the sponge on the counter.

“Yeah… yeah, I just spilled something on the floor, I wanted to make sure it was properly cleaned.” You answer, trying to maintain eye contact but you were too flustered. He chuckled, telling you it was okay and that the cleaners would have done that in the morning.

He began pouring himself some whiskey, he had asked if you’d like a drink but you had to decline seeing as you had to drive home soon. He tempted you again, saying he would pay for a taxi. And you gave in.

“Just one, though.” You told him as he looked through his cupboard.

“Of course, love. Here, do you like this?” He asks, holding out a bottle of wine you had never heard of before.

“Yes!”

“Wonderful,” he gives you a smile before taking a wine glass out from the cupboard, “so how was Abi today, she’s told me she hasn’t been feeling too well lately?”

“Really? She seemed fine today, she was an angel! And she even drew me something.” You smile, taking the folded up picture from your pocket and laying it on the kitchen table in front of Jamie. “It’s her, you and then me.”

Jamie smiled and praised his daughter’s art skills. She was wonderful especially for her age, and you told him her gifts have obviously been passed on from him. To this, he smiled and set his hand on your waist as you stood beside him. Then you realised the time.

“Oh, I should be heading back now!” You worry about staying too long, especially as Jamie doesn’t have much free time, he must treasure it when he has it.

“Wait! I’ll call you a taxi, sweetheart- and I need to pay you!”

As he stood up, you couldn’t help but take in the way he looked right now. He wore black trousers with a black belt, a white shirt unbuttoned at the top and his sleeves rolled up, revealing his tattoos and expensive pieces of jewellery.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” you say, your eyes drawn back to his arm again. As he came over to you with the money in his hands, he told you he had quite a few more. You hesitated before asking, “can I see them?” You then explained that you had always loved tattoos and wanted a few yourself.

He grinned as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing three- no, four- more. You couldn’t help but reach out to trace your finger along the heart and butterflies tattooed on his chest.

“They’re beautiful.” You say, before finally realising you were probably touching him for longer than you should be. “Shit!” You whispered before pulling yourself away- although you couldn’t pull yourself away as his hand cupped your cheek and pulled him towards you, his soft lips touching yours, you melted into the feeling, your eyes shutting as you leaned back in, your hand pressed on his chest once more.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Jamie says as he finally pulls away for air.

“Me too,” you admit before pulling him back towards you, your lips crashing together again. His tongue slid across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly, allowing him entry. As your tongues tangled, he slid his shirt off and pushed everything on the table to one side before pushing you down onto it, you pulled him down with you.

You both began giggling as your back hit the table, and your kisses became more passionate and hungry. You needed him, you couldn’t keep pretending that this isn’t what you wanted. With his arms either side of you, you managed to slip your top off, leaving you in just your black lace bra and jeans. His eyes widened at the sight, and his mouth began attacking your neck, sucking on the spot that made your breath hitch, before moving down to your breasts, his tongue running along the lace of the bra, and sucking gently on your nipple through the fabric, causing you to moan, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Your hands began moving to his belt, but you couldn’t quite manage to undo it. You sat up slightly to try to reach it better, and Jamie unclasped your bra, leaving the both of you fully exposed from the waist up. With his mouth still playing with your nipples, Jamie’s hands came down to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs. You now wish you wore matching underwear, but you would’ve never expected this to have happened. But your panties were soon gone as his fingers slipped under the waistband, pulling them down your legs and slipping them into his trouser pocket.

He kisses down your body, down your stomach, your pelvis, your thighs, your knees, then he comes back up, spreading your legs as he reaches your thighs. Your back arches in anticipation and he chuckles, one of his hands coming down to your hips to hold you in place as you feel his face between your thighs, his breath on your clit makes your brain go fuzzy as he slides a finger up and down your folds, coating it in your arousal before playing with your clit, leaving you quietly moaning his name, squirming on the table.

As he pushed one of his fingers into you, you gasped and your nails dug into the wood of the table. He then slips another finger into you, smirking at how you clench around him.

“I need you, in me. Now.” You say between breaths.

“Are you sure about that, darling? You can barely take my fingers?”

Your pleading eyes meet his, and he just grins. You were fully exposed in front of him, and he was still half-dressed. You knew just from this that he was going to be in charge. As his fingers continued to stretch you out, his thumb started to stroke your clit, only adding to the pleasure growing in your lower stomach.

Deciding your juices weren’t enough, he leaned down slightly and spat on your pussy, rubbing it into you with his thumb.

This almost sent you over the edge- if it wasn’t for the fact that he removed his hand right before you were about to cum.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighed, “you thought it was gonna be that easy, hm? Turn around for me.”

You do as he says, turning so your tits were pressed against the table- leaving you glad you double cleaned it earlier. Your feet were on the floor, leaving your ass in the air as you arched you back slightly.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asks, his hand caressing your ass as his fingers trailed back down to your wet cunt. “My gorgeous girl.” My. “When I’m done with you, you won’t even be able to think about talking to another man. You’re all mine, aren’t you?” He asks, you hear his belt fall to the ground and the zip of his trousers being undone, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Yes. All yours.” You say, trying to move your ass back enough so he can slip into you.

“Good girl,” he says before stuffing his cock into you in one move. The stretch hurt in a way that felt delicious, he gave you a moment to adjust to his size, his hand running across your back, as if he was trying to take the pain away. “You ready?”

“Fuck yes.” You groaned, feeling him start to move his hips.

You had never been fucked from behind before, but it felt better than you could ever imagine. He hit spots inside you that you had never felt before, causing you to screw your eyes shut and your hands formed into fists. You let out a string of moans, followed by his name, telling him how good he was fucking you and how good his cock felt inside you.

You were pushed to the edge again when his hand reached between your legs and started to play with your clit again. All you could do was whimper beneath him. You feel his hand grip your hair, pulling your back up so it was pressed against his chest as he fucked into you at a pace that caused your legs to tremble.

“You close?” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded your head and he chuckled into the skin of your neck, “then cum for me, sweet girl. Make a mess on my cock and I might just cum in your pretty little cunt, you want that?”

“Yes please.” You whimper, “please sir, need you to- mmm- fill me up.”

At that word, he loses all self control and he’s fucking into you relentlessly. Knowing damn well you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. He feels you cum around his cock, and he fucks you through it, watching as your body tenses under his touch only to relax again and you fall back down onto the table, your back arching as your hips move back towards his.

“Gonna cum in you, okay? Gonna make you all full and warm in your belly, baby.” His hands grip your hips, sure to bruise the skin, as he thrusts slow and deep into you.

“Fuck, just like that, sir. Please..” Your eyes roll back as you feel him cum inside you, making you feel fuzzy again as he fucks into you one last time before stopping completely, his cock still buried deep inside you.

He picks your body up again to hold against his as he places gentle kisses on your neck.

“Thank you.” You whisper, turning to look at him.

“What for, darling?” He chuckles.

“Everything,” you say with a smile, before pressing your lips to his in a delicate kiss.

You forgot for a moment that his cock was still inside of you. As he pulled out, you whimpered at the loss of contact. Jamie slipped his boxers and trousers back on and threw his shirt to you.

“Your clothes are filthy, darling. I’ll have the cleaners wash them for you tomorrow before you go home.” He says with a wink.

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rosy-cheekx · 3 years

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Alone Again, Naturally

Three times Martin should have called for help.

(I twisted my ankle on Sunday and was bummed bc I missed my partner so…this happened…oops.)

Martin’s phone was missing, though he was pretty sure he knew where it was. That thing, that wormy, writhing mass of a woman had it. Destroyed it. His only chance of rescue from this nightmare. Replaying the image of dropping the phone, abandoning it as he ran, would do him no good. His coworkers hadn’t noticed he was missing, or if they had noticed, they hadn’t stopped by. And they shouldn't, of course, it would only put them in danger. But still, it stung a bit, to know that he’d been gone for what, three days now? and no one cared.

He could become a statement from this, Martin realized, his death narrated in Jon’s smooth, clipped voice, and then they would finally learn what happened to that large, oafish researcher who was transferred to the archives with them and disappeared overnight.

Martin sighed through his nose noisily, as if he could expel the dark thoughts with the sound. “Christ, Blackwood. Getting awful morbid there.” Talking to himself had become a staple of his isolation. For one, it drowned out the ever-present knocking on the door and the squelching rustle of the worms. He honestly wasn’t sure whether the sounds were still real or if they had become such a constant that his brain just filled them in anyways.

His voice was the only other sound available to him with his computer not working and his phone gone. His clock radio had played static on every channel, and he had been grateful for the white noise at first. But the longer Martin left the radio on, the sound began to morph from the hissing of dead air to a choir, indecipherable and haunting. There were no words and yet he could understand the message: come home to us. We need you, we miss you, let us show you how much we love you. With us, you’ll never feel lonely again, we promise. Martin had come to, hand on the doorknob to his flat, radio in hand. After that, he had removed all the batteries from anything that could make noise. Since then, he could only trust his own voice; everything else was a trap.

The can opener, unfortunately, had been electric too. He had been so proud of his purchase, a real attempt at adult cooking. (He never seemed to use the manual ones and could never get the grip right.) With the power out, assumedly caused by Prentiss, he had to get creative when it came to “making dinner.” For Martin, this meant sawing open a tin can with a serrated knife, eating it with a fork, and praying no metal shavings were lurking in each mouthful. Tonight’s feast: another can of tinned green beans and the last can of pineapple. He didn’t even like green beans, why had he ever bought these?

Martin gritted himself against the awful sound of metal on metal as he cut into a tin of beans, hissing sharply through his teeth and letting his mind wander. Maybe he could strain the beans? Let them dry? It would probably be better than the wet and soggy mush he was bound to find. Maybe he could put some crackers on them for a crunch? Pretend it’s a bad soup? As he was finishing his indelicate surgery, Martin tipped the can into the sink a little, hoping to strain the bean juice and improve the meal even a little. As he removed the last of the lid, he saw it.

There, in the sink, wiggling its way out of the drain. Another worm. Martin shrieked and jumped back, dropping the can in the sink with a clatter. He grabbed a roll of paper towels and began to stuff them down the sink, plugging up the drain as best he could. For extra measure, he plugged the faucet as well, suddenly terrified of accidentally swallowing one in a glass of water. Once the adrenaline rush had passed, Martin felt it: a stinging in his palm. They must have jumped at him, must have bitten him. It would be over soon, he knew it. He would be like Prentiss, a mass of tiny bodies. He braced himself to feel something, but nothing changed. Martin frowned, chewing on his lip in confusion, and hazarded a glance down to his hand. There was no worm in his palm, nothing wriggling and biting deep into his muscle, just a slice along the flesh of his thumb, dripping blood from where he must have cut himself on the tin can.

Sheepishly, Martin rolled his eyes at his defeatism. Did it hurt like hell? Yes. But he wasn’t going to become a worm monster. Not today. Grabbing a few more sheets of paper towel, Martin hissed in pain as he pressed them to his wound, making his way shakily to the paltry first-aid kit he kept in his bathroom. He was clumsy in his wound care, only able to use one hand to open the kit and the individually wrapped plasters, while the other pooled blood in his palm uselessly. The antiseptic had stung like hell and the plaster was off-center, but eventually, the job was done. Martin had managed.

“See?” He asked himself softly. “All better. We didn’t want the green beans anyways.” Martin was alone, but he would be fine. He could take care of himself.

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Martin’s phone had become less and less useful since his time in the Archives. Sasha and Tim had been distant in the end, their group texts dwindling into occasional messages regarding whether not someone had contacted so-and-so regarding their statement. He and Jon had called and texted quite a bit, before the Unknowing, when Jon had been in China, America, and wherever else Gertrude’s breadcrumbs had led him. But since the explosion, their messages lay at a standstill, a “good luck! come home safe :)” still waiting to be sent to “Jonathan Sims--Boss.” He used to call his mother every week, but the outgoing calls had dwindled as she returned less and less of them, until he received an apologetic voicemail from Steady Waters Care Home a few months ago.

Now, the only messages he received were his work emails and an occasional text from Peter with a request or two regarding The Magnus Institute. Not even spam calls reached him anymore. That was all fine by Martin. He was busy running the institute; he didn’t have time for social calls, even if he wanted any, which he didn’t. Martin had taken to leaving his phone in his work office, knowing he wouldn’t need it outside the building anyways. It was becoming something like a desktop mouse to him in its versatility.

It was a Thursday, and it was late--Martin’s watch read 11:09. Thursdays were Martin’s days to deliver paperwork to the archives. He could only ever do it at night when he was sure Jon had either gone home (or was asleep at his desk at the very least). Peter Lukas had been working Martin to the bone with all the paperwork he would hand off with a wave of his hand and an “I’ll be back next week Martin. Please don’t call me,” and this week’s stack of statement requests, financial approvals, and quarterly reviews would fall to Martin instead. Who knew running a front for feeding an all-seeing eldritch deity would require so many business expenses?

Martin. Martin knew. He had reviewed and approved each and every one.

It was the week after Halloween, so the list of those eager to give a statement was longer than usual. Hellweek, Tim used to call it, a grin on his face as Jon would frown and shake his head. The stack of folders Martin carried in his arms eclipsed his eyesight as he carefully made his way down the hall, the Lonely silencing his footsteps and the shuffle of his clothing. The elevator was broken this week, thanks to a visit from one of the Fairchilds. Martin clumsily opened the door to the stairwell, turning to the side slightly to see the steps that descended into the basement he knew so well. Cautiously, he began his way down the stairs, arms clutching the stack of paperwork and binders tight to his chest. The basement was eerily silent; even Martin’s muted steps echoed in his ears.

The door to the Archives creaked slightly, and Martin realized his mistake: he hadn’t propped the door. The thin streak of light that painted his way down the steps thinned and faded in time with the slow squeak of the door. The click of the latch sealed his fate: Martin was in the dark. He didn’t mind the dark, in principle, though his new awareness of the Fears heightened his concern considerably. He stepped down slowly, feeling for the steps with his foot as he went.

Halfway down the stairs, Martin heard a soft flutter as a few papers shifted in his stack. He hoisted the pile and tried to readjust it as he stepped once more. The combination of the changes in the balance of the papers and his weight combined were too much for his brain to process at once and he overcompensated on his step, putting his weight down a little too early. Martin felt the rush of adrenaline as he tried to catch himself, hands clutching uselessly at the paperwork in his hands as if it could save him and he felt himself tumble to the ground. Falling sideways, he hit his shoulder hard on the steps, momentum carrying him down the remaining steps to the floor. The loose papers not held in binders and folders scattered in what Martin was sure was every direction.

Martin was frozen on the floor, pain pulsing through his shoulder. He sat up tentatively, patting himself down as he set down what remained of his stack of folders. He wasn’t bleeding, but his ears were ringing and his arm hurt like hell. Listening carefully for the sound of anyone reacting to his presence, he rotated his shoulders carefully, wincing as throbbing radiated up his arm. He must have dislocated it. Patting his legs down, Martin found his phone in his pocket. He must have forgotten to put it on the charger. He...he could call someone, should call someone. His shoulder was dislocated.

He could call Jon.

He pulled up his text messages, the cursor blinking back at him, blinding in the dark. Jon was surely awake, he knew that man’s sleep schedule was worse than his.

good luck! come home safe :)

safe :)

safe.

“Shit.”

He couldn’t call Jon. It would undo everything he and Peter were trying to build up. It was all for Jon anyways, to keep him safe, to keep them all safe. No. He had to do this alone. It was best that way.

Martin sat himself up carefully. He had taken enough first aid courses (rather, he had watched them for free on the internet) to know how to set it back in place and he knew it would not be pleasant. He drew his right knee up, and clumsily unknotted his tie, using it to secure his arm to his knee. Martin closed his eyes tight and leaned away from his knee, rotating his shoulder as he stretched away, wincing in anticipation until he felt the wet pop of his arm slotting back into place. Sparks shot through his vision, his only grounding point in the dark, and he huffed out a cross between a moan and a curse.

He carefully made a fist with his re-set hand, tensing the muscles in his arm. Determining it to be good enough, Martin felt his way to his feet and grabbed the wall to steady himself. He knew there was a light switch somewhere--ah.

The light clicked on and he winced at the sudden change, letting his eyes adjust behind the safety of his lashes. When he opened his eyes again, he surveyed the mess of his paperwork, gathering it methodically. It took him another half hour, back against Tim’s old desk, to resort his files before setting them in the file basket he had installed on the door to the Archivist’s office, the rest going on the desk of Jon himself. He would see them all in the morning. At least Jon was home, resting.

When Martin emerged from the Archives, he glanced down at his watch, wondering if it was too late to hail a cab. He frowned at his watch; the face was cracked, the hands stuck at 11:11. He must have cracked it in his fall. “Make a wish,” Martin mumbled to himself, rolling his eyes. He was pretty sure his wishes were out of reach, hopeless. As long as he would be safe after all this, Martin could sacrifice a few wishes.

——

Martin was on a walk. He had been doing that a lot, since his and Jon’s escape to Scotland. There was something comforting about the long stretches of rolling hills and rocky cliffsides, utterly devoid of menacing fear entities or bosses hellbent on destroying the world. Jon would come with him sometimes, especially in the early days when leaving each other’s presence was challenging to say the least, but Martin sometimes just needed the space. He loved Jon, he knew he did, and Jon did too, but sometimes the presence of another would build up and stifle him, an unbearable heat radiating off of Jon until Martin had to just go for a bit.

It was raining today, a bassy rhythm beating down on Martin’s umbrella as he walked a familiar cliffside path. He could see a rocky beach below him, waves made of roiling ink, more black than blue. The rain was comforting to him, distinguishing this ocean spread before him from the ocean of the Lonely and drowning out any thoughts that passed through Martin’s head. He stepped around a patch especially muddy gravel, glancing down and seeing a ghost of a reflection staring back at him.

Martin had been in a cold place today, withdrawn from the rest of the world. He had felt the fog blossoming over his mind and had known he needed to go for a bit, center himself, remind himself he was real. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither would his sense of self again, though he was making progress. Jon understood that sentiment, perhaps better than anyone else in the world, and had kissed him softly at the doorway, squeezing his hand in an unspoken promise. Martin tensed his own hand in a fist, still feeling the heat of Jon’s calloused palm under his, reveling in the idea that someone loved him the way Jon did, that someone loved him the way Jon did and that Martin loved Jon back. Martin felt his body solidifying under the rain, felt the wind buffet against him rather than pass through him.

Martin was thinking about going home when it happened.

Home, or Daisy’s safehouse, was a humble affair: reinforced windows, minimalist, a few guns hidden in the floorboards, lots of fresh fruits and vegetables from the village down the hill. It had been easy to reassign this place in Martin’s mind as home. He hadn’t felt at home since...well, definitely not since Prentiss. Maybe not before either.

The rain was letting up, and the brolly was forgotten in favor of letting the rain drop down into his hair, sopping his curls and plastering them to his skin. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so content to be in the rain. Things weren’t good, but they were the best they’d been in a while.

The next thing Martin knew he was on the ground, ankle twisted and both shins scraped, blood and dirt mingling on his legs. He tried to stand up and cried out as his ankle immediately gave way, the hope of putting weight on it dashed on the rocks of the beach far below him.

Martin Blackwood crawled to a tree, leaning his back against it, not minding the dirt that was sure to collect on his back and rump. He winced and massaged his ankle, already feeling it begin to swell under his fingertips. With his free hand, a silver scar shining between his forefinger and thumb, he reached for his phone from his jacket pocket, hands shaking as he clumsily dialed the only number in his list of favorites.

“Martin?” Jon’s voice was warm through the tinny speakers. “I hope you’re well.” It was carefully not a question, though Martin caught the notes of careful concern.

“Tch-” Martin sucked air through his teeth. “I fell, Jon. I twisted my ankle, I think? Can’t-ah-can’t walk.”

“Oh. Martin, dear,” Jon’s voice was softer, and Martin could practically see his love’s fingers, itching to do, to fix. “Do you need me to—I can come get you, if you like. I haven’t…I haven't looked. But I can, if you want me to.”

Martin smiled despite himself, hearing Jon’s cautious phrasing. “Please, yes. I’m pretty sure I’m near a picnic park, if you want to drive there and get me? Not sure this is a drivable trail.”

“Did you pass anyone?”

“…no?”

A pause. Martin heard static crackling through the phone. “No one will be there. I Know where you are, Martin. I’ll be there soon.”

Ten minutes and enough ice packs to ease the pain of a full rugby team later, Martin was laying in the back of Jon’s small car, heat blasting on him to dry his now-soaked clothing. There were perks to having an all-knowing partner, it turned out.

Later that evening, Martin was tucked into the couch, his head pleasantly nestled in cushions and his feet in Jon’s lap, who was carefully massaging his feet and ankles, probing for any long-term injuries with his Eyes. A mug of tea grasped between his hands, Martin sighed softly and felt warmth flood his face. He hadn’t been alone this time. He wouldn’t be alone ever again.

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #magnuspod #jon sims #fanfic to a tea #I twisted my ankle a few days ago and was sad my partner couldn’t comfort me #so this blossomed #enjoy!#hurt comfort #TMA fanfic #the magnus archives fanfic

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mar1garden · 4 years

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going batty part 1

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warning: this will be salty. very salty. if you think it’s ooc let me know and i’ll do the best i can to fix it, but the characterization in this show is so shoddy already that there isn’t much i can do. alya salt, adrien salt, lila salt, bustier salt, class salt. this is also my first posted fic!! if u wanna be on the tag list let me know 💙🌹

The first impression Damien had of his new class was that they were loud. Even as he walked up the stairs, he could hear voices in the classroom. It seemed a debate was occurring, though he couldn’t quite make out the two sides. He reached the top of the stairs, but before he could even make a grab for the door handle, the room fell silent. Damien was about to thank whatever deity was watching out for him and silencing the roomful of screaming children he was about to walk into when he heard another voice from inside the room.

“Of course she’s in love with him,” an effeminate voice said matter-of-factly. “But he barely knows she exists. It’s tragic, really. She tells me about it every time she sleeps over- oops!” the voice continued. Damien didn’t know who was speaking, and he didn’t know who they were speaking about, but he knew from their cadence and their confidence in “accidentally” spilling secrets that he couldn’t trust them as far as he could throw them. Damien sighed deeply to think that he was joining a class of liars and idiots as he reluctantly opened the door to the classroom. Once more the class quieted- chaos had broken out once more after the liar mentioned her little tidbit, which he expected had been the goal.

“Ah! Our new student! M. Damocles told me to keep an eye out for you. Would you like to say a few words to the class?” a woman- presumably the teacher, though she did nothing to show it- asked. She smiled expectantly at him as he moved to stand in front of her desk, facing the class.

“I’m Damien. I’m 15 and I’m an exchange student from America. I do not wish to distract myself from my studies during my time here, so please do not try to make friends with me. I’m not interested,” Damien told the class sharply. He walked briskly to the only open seat in the room- back row, next to some girl who smiled gently at him before returning her gaze to the front of the class. Interesting, he mused. By her bright clothes, he had expected bubbliness. Perhaps a high-pitched greeting. A hug, maybe. This was a pleasant surprise, though it was the only one of its kind he had had all week.

On Monday, they had received video evidence of a super villain in Paris. Tim had suspected it was CGI, especially since Paris was visually completely fine when he hacked some security feeds, even though the video clearly showed the Eiffel Tower falling. Bruce had decided that they really ought to at least check before writing it off, and Damien had drawn the short straw.

On Tuesday, Bruce had told him his cover for being in Paris was that he was an exchange student. He wasn’t allowed to be Robin while he was there, as it may put his identity at risk. He wasn’t allowed to leave until he had confirmation that the thing was either a hoax or genuine, unless he was in actual danger.

On Wednesday he packed. He couldn’t take weapons with him, obviously, because airport security may be a joke but he was pretty sure they would catch an actual sword stuffed in his bag. That afternoon he had flown to Paris and gotten settled in.

And now it was Thursday. Damien had learned much about the class very quickly, mainly that it was composed of a liar and some idiots. He had learned his deskmate was quiet. He had learned that he was far enough ahead in the syllabus that he could afford to study people in class.

He hoped the rest of the week was calm. Even if it meant he had to stay longer, he would rather have time to get settled before suffering a villain attack- if the whole thing was real, anyways. He pulled his focus back to the task at hand- assessing the class and finding any useful allies or sources of information. He recognized the girl next to the liar as the Ladyblogger. This meant the Ladyblog was likely an unreliable resource, which he mentally jotted down. That was good to know.

Damien cast a sideways glance at the girl next to him. She was patiently listening to the teacher and obviously tuning out the other students. When Damien bothered to listen, he noticed them gossiping about her. So Marinette was her name, huh?

Every rumor he heard was traced instantly back to the liar, and with each word he noticed the girl next to him tense imperceptibly more. He mentally scoffed. It was clear that she wasn’t going to stand up for herself. How pathetic. She was preferable to the liar or any of the blind idiots, but certainly not by much. So lost in thought was he that he flinched when the bell rang. Where had his restraint gone?

Marinette turned to him once the bell had rung. In a voice clearly pitched down so others wouldn’t hear, she spoke for the first time that day: “You’re Damien, right? I’m Marinette, the class president.” He scoffed slightly. The whole class clearly hated her, and she refused to stand up for herself. How had this mess become class president? As if she hadn’t heard him, she continued: “If you need anything, let me know. Here’s your class schedule and syllabi, and here’s a map of school. If you’d like, I can give you a tour later and explain the multiple purposes of some of the classrooms.” She handed him a short pile of papers and waited, as if she expected a response. When she got none, she nodded and left, and somehow, that made Damien feel worse than he would have if she had scolded him on his lack of a ‘thank you.’

The rest of the day, he remained in the same classes as her. He sat next to her in a majority of them, as she was often the only person with no seat partner. She remained quiet and focused, and she continued to pointedly ignore the other students, though it seemed he was not among their ranks. When he asked any questions, she answered quickly, quietly, and to the best of her ability, which he appreciated. She may be useful yet, if her succinct answers to non-hero questions were any indication of her general temperament. As he thought this, the bell rang for lunch and the class began to pack up. Damien wasn’t sure if he should risk the caf or head off campus, but as he turned to ask Marinette, he noticed that she had frozen in place. Her bag was half packed and resting on the table as she looked in surprise at someone standing at the table.

The boy was blonde and green eyed. He had had the liar hanging off of him, which either meant they were working together or he was a bigger idiot than them all. He smiled condescendingly at Marinette and Damien, then he turned solely to Marinette. “Marinette, may I speak with you real quick? It’ll only take a minute,” the boy asked, though it was clear ‘no’ was not an option. At the girl’s small nod, he turned to Damien. “Do you mind if I steal her for a sec?” he asked. Damien raised an eyebrow.

“Seeing as she’s a human being and therefore not property, I don’t see how you could steal her, but be my guest.” The boy smiled that same smarmy smile at him, and Damien decided that too many unlikeable people disliked the sweet girl next to him. He didn’t want to be among their ranks, and while the girl could do with a bit more spine, she had been nothing but pleasant to him. As the boy maneuvered her away to speak, Damien moved a bit more quietly. It would be easy for his trained ears to overhear, and they should both underestimate him, so it would be simple to eavesdrop.

“Mari, you didn’t say anything to him, did you?” the blond asked, looking searchingly at the girl in question. She sighed in response.

“Is that what this is about? I promise, I didn’t tell him anything. I think he knows she’s lying, and if he asks, I won’t lie to him to protect her, but I haven’t told him anything and he hasn’t asked.” Marinette rolled her eyes at the boy. Damien couldn’t help but notice that her posture, while visibly scared when other students were around, was simply bored when only Blondie was there. The boy had sighed in relief at Marinette’s words, but had quickly tensed back up.

“Wait, if he asks if she’s lying, you’ll just... tell him? Just like that? Mari, you can’t do that! He doesn’t know us, he doesn’t need to know our secrets!” the blond protested. He assumed a superior expression and quickly looked at Marinette in as disappointed a way as he could manage. The aforementioned girl glared at him.

“Agreste, I’m not going to lie. I refuse to do so, especially to try and protect a girl who hates me. Damien is perfectly kind and has been nothing but cordial, I have no reason to deny him information that may affect his time here. I won’t make him listen to some liar thinking it’s the truth.” Marinette ended the conversation there, walking back to the desk quickly and packing her bag before leaving class. Damien took this in with an air of quiet amusedness, though he was touched that she defended him.

Maybe his time here wouldn’t be so impossible after all.

that’s where i’m ending the first part! if you’d like to be tagged in the next part let me know! have a wonderful weekend folks! ~💙🌹

#roserose #maribat #daminette #damien wayne #ml marinette dupain cheng #ml marinette #marinette dupain cheng #ml #mlb #ml salt #adrien salt #adrien agreste #ml adrien #ml adrien agreste #miraculous ladybug #lila salt #bustier salt #going batty

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loveau · 4 years

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college!au seulgi

request: elli!! can u please do a college gf au with seulgi? i think we could all use that cute fluffiness right now 🤧 p.s. thank u for sharing ur wonderful writing ilu 💕

major: business w/ a concentration in human resources management

minor: dance

club: prob vp of the school’s women in business club!!! she joined in the middle of her sophomore year and became vp in junior!

she’s most likely been an RA in her sophomore or junior for the upperclassmen

she was in it for the door decs before realizing she actually liked it lOL

originally was a bio major and was stressed about it, but switched to business after being an RA because she thought it was her calling???

it just fit a lot better and she didn’t have to stand there hunched over her lab work and worry about accidentally breathing in pathogens

she had declared a bio major because the plan was to go to med school if all else fails and she didn’t really know what else to do, so that was a safe option right?

never before had she been so relieved to find out that she actually really liked spending time in her business and management classes and leading her volunteer group and being an RA

she also now has an excuse to dress up super nicely for interviews and such because she had so many outfits in her closet but never got a chance to wear them out

she became so much more at ease and bubbly about it too

no more sitting in lecture halls having to recite the functions of B-cells or whatnot

it also helped to have sat down with her ARD irene who told her she might like business

it was a long process of convincing because most of it was spent trying not to keep gossiping about the other RAs on campus alfsdlknfmsdlgkn

afterwards she quits reslife so she can focus on other stuff and lives in an apartment near campus her senior year

she becomes pretty popular around campus for her happy personality and her calm energy to match, making it so easy to start a conversation with her or just hang out

seulgi will be studying somewhere in a common student area and previous residents or club mates or classmates will wave to her or stop by for a quick chat

she’s also normally p busy tho being the vp of the wib club and also making sure she’s updating her resume and leaving time on the weekends to volunteer at the animal shelter like she loves

and also making sure she isn’t spending too much on online shopping for clothes and oOPS HER FINGER SLIPPED AND NOW SHE HAS LIKE TWO TOPS AND A PAIR OF OVERALLS ON THE WAY

but she often doesn’t have a lot of time to spend with her friends unless they plan it like a MONTH beforehand since she’s been applying and interviewing for countless internships

she was just so excited to find something that she’s super passionate about instead of biology and she kind of overloads herself on that energy akfsldgnskjgn

so of course when her friends invite her to parties or kickbacks she has to decline because she has to make the next powerpoint presentation for the club meeting and also make sure the club’s end of semester dinner is being all squared away

seulgi’s a busybody and enjoys what she does, so much that she doesn’t realize that she keeps overloading her schedule and not giving a lot of time for just herself

which usually means she also spends a lot of time cramming everything at once and might end up passing out at a friend’s place during a study session, in the middle of club meetings, or even in the library late at night

that’s just how she spent her thursday night

she had been setting up a speech for her recruitment and selection class and had been so tired from her club meeting a couple hours before that she ended up falling asleep in the library

it was kind of cute since she had hairs slipping from her bun, some coffee stains on her sweater, ink all over her hand from notes, candy wrappers spread around her area, and her head was tipped back and her mouth wide open as she slept

okay............ not that cute

she was a mess

but it was enough for her to get startled awake by a longboard rolling across the room and hitting her chair leg quite hard

she didn’t know what happened at first and checked around only to find a somewhat empty library save the couple of students also diligently working

her laptop she left open was dead and she cursed because she didn’t save her speech and her phone was below 10%, but it was enough to tell her that it was like 3am in the morning

seulgi only noticed the skateboard because she was going to go to the bathroom to freshen up and almost slipped on it when her foot landed on the top

she caught herself and saw that there was a bottle of water and a granola bar and a note on it

‘hey, you look like you need a little refresher. i also had a spare charger in case you needed it, your laptop has been open the past hour’

sure enough there was a charger but it had been knocked to the floor after she slipped on the longboard

silently, seulgi placed the items on the table with the rest of her stuff and looked around for anyone who would have given her the stuff

except nobody was popping their head up and were all busy

plus they all had chargers with them so she didn’t know who would have given her the treats

nonetheless she opened the water bottle and felt replenished when the water hit her throat

she was so confused????? still?????

she decided to take her trip to the bathroom like she wanted to and maybe she could scope out whoever decided to give her the food and drink while she was at it

subtlety wasn’t exactly her forte either since she was craning her neck around every table and making the other students confused

eventually seulgi makes it to the bathroom and cleans herself up and when she comes back the longboard is gone and her laptop was charged for her and a new note lays on top of it?????

who???????

‘i had to go for the night, sorry about that! don’t worry about the charger, i have another one and i’ll just collect this one when i bump into you again :)’

and just like that seulgi was completely and utterly confused

she stays like that for the next two weeks or so, seeing no sign of anyone with the same longboard and she tries not to pounce at every person she sees riding one to class

it gets so bad that the prez asked if she was okay and getting enough sleep since she was so distracted during her meetings and if she called the caterer for the dinner yet asgGNSGDN

her friends sooyoung and yerim were also trying to use this as an advantage for her to get invited out to “clear her mind” as they say since she’s been so out of it lately

and they’re absolutely elated when seulgi agrees and decides to go because why not?? she’s been so stressed about finding this mystery person because she wanted to properly thank them... but also to get the laptop charger with hello kitty stickers all over it back to its owner

and also did they see she had drool running down her chin bc that was really embarrassing and she just wants to make sure if anyone saw that before she promptly packs her bags a moves to another country

she’s blushing at that don’t point it out or else it’ll get worse amsdlknsg

once they’re actually inside, she can’t help but look for any longboards by the door even though most of the people at the party came by on foot or by someone’s car since the house was relatively close to campus

sooyoung and yerim are basically pushing her further into the house as they chatter excitedly and they’re happy it isn’t a byob type of party

seulgi is basically saying she won’t drink that much because she’ll look after the two and let them go ham... for a bit..

but they’re basically like

“seulgi it’s fridaaaaay it’s fine”

“yeah! besides we know the house owner and can call joohyun if we anything”

and they’re both going “pleeeeeeeeaaaaase” and doing their best to yell it over the loud music

and before seulgi can deny any longer she’s turned to the kitchen that’s been blocked by a foldable table and there’s cup lining it and drinks all over on the counters

but she’s not distracted by the abundance of drinks and people surrounding it.........

she finds you smiling cheekily at her

“what can i get you?”

and seulgi starts sputtering over her words and she REALLY cannot get a single word out because oh my gosh who are you and are you single because UHHHHHHH her brain is going overload

and both sooyoung and yerim are already cackling at seulgi’s stunned silence and giving each other mischievous looks behind seulgi while she malfunctions

meanwhile you’re just drinking it all up with an amused smile and gleam in your eyes and oh god do you HAVE to lean against the counter like that?

seulgi can barely get a word out before you’re laughing a little and turning around to prepare three red solo cups

you pass the cups to sooyoung and yerim and they basically BOLT away to leave seulgi all alone and more importantly alone wITH YOU SOMEONE SAVE HER

you laugh at her red cheeks that shine from the kitchen lights behind you and seulgi is absolutely enamored by you at this moment

“don’t worry, i gave them more fruit juice than i did alcohol. they’ll be fine”

seulgi barely registers this and gapes like a fish to where her friends are dancing and drinking from whatever you prepared them

had she been paying proper attention like she normally does, she’s notice that yes you basically watered down the alcohol with some lemonade

“i know how crazy those two can get after a couple parties with them, so i’m making sure they don’t go overboard”

seulgi only watches as you take her cup and put it under the sink to give her water

she takes it an tries not to get giddy when your fingers brush

inner seulgi facepalms because she’s acting like she has a crush in high school

but she’s never felt this way since she switched majors???

and omg that feeling was so addicting exhibit a when seulgi overloads her schedule and now??? she just met you and can’t get enough already

“thank you” she practically inwardly screams when she realizes how meek she is but you only give her a friendly smile

“yeah! thought you could use a little refresher. i didn’t know if you wanted anything so i didn’t want to give you anything you wouldn’t feel pressured to drink. let me know if you need anything else!”

all seulgi does for the rest of the night is basically hang around the room and watch everyone get kind of crazy and make sure sooyoung and yerim are staying on their feet, but with a second set of eyes she actually feels like she has more freedom

especially since you stopped giving them alcohol and basically have been serving them just juice after they started getting past the bit of tipsiness

eventually seulgi has enough of just standing around and has had enough cups of water (she had maybe 3) to finally talk to you

before she’d been working up the courage to talk to you and had come back with a refilled cup of water but noW???

NOW???

she’s ready

at least she hopes

seulgi’s marching up to you and then sooyoung is at her arm whining and sort of falling over

seulgi manages to catch her and is p disoriented by everything like what is happening is she okay??

and sooyoung is just like

“seulgiiiiiiiii i wanna go hoooome, can we get burgers?”

and before she can ask where yerim went, she suddenly pops up and joins in

“burgers? i heard burgers can we go, i was foooood”

before she knows it she’s dragged out of the house by the two and basically walking them home a couple blocks away

and now seulgi’s bummed that she didn’t get to finally talk to you like she wanted

she doesn’t even know when she’ll be able to see you again since she didn’t get your name at all and she’d be mortified by all the teasing the younger two would give her since they knew how choked up she was if she asks them who you were

she’s even kind of sulking about it and she’s so caught up in it she gets a notification from her phone that she needs to finalize things with the caterer and reserve one of the areas on campus for the club’s dinner and that reminds her she needs to shop

but as she’s on her phone she nearly swerves into somebody and it shocks her enough to bring her back to reality and she moves to apologize to the person and all of a sudden

“oh hey! you again, fancy seeing you!”

and she’s now forgotten everything since she sees you smiling at her

this time she forces herself to find her voice and not embarrass herself and it’s like her interview persona comes in and she’s got that natural confidence oozing in and she beams that pretty smile of hers right back at you

“and you too! i never thought i’d run into you again”

you laugh and all of a sudden you’re like an inch shorter and seulgi looks down and spots that you’d been riding a longboard before almost crashing into her

and she recognizes that longboard with all of the sanrio stickers on it and is that a sicker of your face with some filter on the corner of it???

but she recognizes the longboard since it’s been engraved in her mind and it just clicks for her and suddenly seulgi is scrambling to pull her backpack from behind and you just watch on like

uh r u okay? are you good? pls don’t take out some random textbook and smack me over the head with it

the hello kitty covered charger she’s been saving in her backpack is suddenly thrust into her hands and you think she’s about to stumble her words again like in those anime love confession scenes but she’s almost aggressive with it????

“i’ve been keeping this in my backpack for a few weeks! i didn’t even know what you looked like so i had no clue how to find you, do you know how stressed out you made me? you’ve been on my mind for almost a month!”

she doesn’t even realize how her words sound until you’re responding back in kind with another one of those easy smiles of yours

“sorry, i’ve been meaning to catch you sooner but i’ve so many labs back to back” you look at your phone and bite your lip nervously, something seulgi is a little too focused on “i actually have one in like five minutes, that’s why i almost crashed into you...”

seulgi finally realizes you’re wearing a white lab coat, something you’d worn in preparation since you were already rushing to be on time

your phone is thrust into her hands with the empty contact already loaded up

seulgi quickly types in her number and even snaps a cute profile photo of her and it’s your turn to be stunned by her because wow that was an impromptu photo and hOW DID SHE MAKE IT SO GOOD????

and then seulgi is ushering you off because you have like thREE MINUTES BEFORE LAB and you’re like OH YEAH UH BYE!!!! I’LL CALL YOU????

and she shouts back with a “YOU BETTER!!”

and suddenly seulgi gets a phone call and when she picks up she can hear the wind rushing past the speaker and you’re kind of breathy since you’re reaLLY using those leg muscles to PUSH to that lab

“yEaH so UH i wanted to tell you but i didn’t get the chance since i don’t want to have to do a makeup lab??? bUT UH, i saw one of your dance performances last year and thought you were really cute!!”

seulgi vaguely remembers that because she had done a solo dance for a showcase in the performing arts department and it was basically for the students to show off what they were working on and to her it was just a homework assignment on top of like four labs and a research paper

“oh yeah! i remember that... well not really, i’d been so busy that it all just flew by”

“yeah! that was around the time you were a bio major, right? i’d been meaning to talk to you then, but i wasn’t able to since you switch majors afterwards!”

“ah, bio as well?”

she hears your voice echo and she knows you’ve entered the building by now

relief floods her system that she didn’t keep you too long

“nah, i’m a chem major. it translates pretty well to mixing drinks, huh?”

instead of getting embarrassed and recounting that previous experience at the party, seulgi’s business confidence is suRGING and i mean IT IS LARGO and she’s like

“i can’t really say. you’ve only made me water, so i’ll have to see another time?”

at this point you’re absolutely vibrating with excitement at the proposal of a date and you quickly accept

and that’S WHAT HAPPENED BUT YOU SPENT IT OVER A HOMEMADE DINNER WITH WINE AND SEULGI COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE IMPRESSED?!?!?!?!?

you’d cooked it all and brought it to her apartment since you said your housemates were hosting some study session so you just offered to bring it all over

she’s also shocked you managed to find time to do all of this given the busy stem major life and how she was struggling before

but she’s also mentioning that giving her one cup of wine doesn’t mean that’s mixing up a drink so you’ll have to do this again

and it happens aGAIN when you’re at a restaurant this time and it’s a pretty nice one near campus and y’all are just chatting away about seulgi’s women in business club dinner and she invites you to be her plus one aSDFKNSLF sHE MAY HAVE BEEN TOO SHY TO SAY DATE BUT YOU GOT THE MESSAGE

bUT AT THE SAME TIME the restaurant is the one making the drinks, so you’ll have to have her over again and mix something up

and sooyoung and yerim and just so distraught lIKE GO OUT ALREADY

and seulgi’s like we are?????? WE ARE????? WE ARE GOING ON DATES AND STUFF

but they just groan out and are about to storm up to in the middle of a lab and just hand seulgi over like

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JUST CALL HER YOUR GIRLFRIEND ALREADY

when you finally do it’s funny because it’s at another party that sooyoung and yerim invite her to and you’re there mixing it up again but she didn’t realize that the first party where she met you was your house????

she’s hanging out with you in the kitchen and you’ve made her a cup of something sweet and seulgi has to admit that it is pretty good

and you just wink at her saying that your chemistry skills are actually pretty good

BUT THE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU IS EVEN BETTER HEHEHE

and you’re totally not just hanging out in the kitchen away from the sweaty dancing crowd and sticky floor you’re having your housemates clean up since you’re the drink master

and yOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT STEALING KISSES FROM EACH OTHER WHILE SEULGI’S SITTING ON THE COUNTER AND YOU’RE PRETENDING TO REACH AROUND HER FOR A BOTTLE BUT NO INSTEAD YOU’RE REACHING FOR HER WAIST AND HOLDING HER CLOSE AS YOU KISS HER AND NOW YOU’RE SMILING AGAINST EACH OTHER’S LIPS

you spend late nights in the library together now and you’re also most of seulgi’s impulse control when it comes to making plans and doing stuff

mainly because you’re telling her that no-no do not force yourself to go to that resume workshop you’ve been to them enough times to LEAD those

and then she gets all excited like REALLY DO YOU THINK THEY’D LET ME?!?!?!

and you’re like no stOP WE’RE STAYING IN FOR A MOVIE NIGHT AND WATCHING CARS 2

but it’s also funny to see seulgi falling asleep against your shoulder and her mouth is hanging wide open and you’ve set so many pictures of her like that as your homescreen and been yelled at too many times to change it

and when you do change it, it’s just a different picture of her in that position from a different day

she likes to run through her speeches and presentations with you and you find it so cool that she’s so poised when doing that BUt she gets so shy when she wants a kiss but doesn’t want to say so and SHE KNOWS you know she wants a kiss

you’re constantly doing her buns for her since you’ve had some practice keeping your own hair out of your face for labs but also getting tips from other girls in your labs and lectures and when they find out the reason why they’re just like pLS YOU TWO GET MARRIED

but the closest they can see the two of you dress up together is when seulgi decides to wear her business clothes out on a date and you’ve gotten stuff to match her and now you’re basically a ceo power couple walking around campus to go return some books to the library

you sitting in on her meetings and watching with lovestruck eyes as she basically spends the good half of it also staring right back at you and when they’re in discussion or activities she just clings to your side and cuddles you

you teach her how to longboard and she’s still a little wobbly but it’s SO CUTE when she’s fearfully holding onto your hands and staring down at her feet and shouting at you to NOT LET GO AT ANY COST

eventually she gives up on that and buys a pair of rollerblades instead so you can just pull her around while she hangs onto your backpack strings while you move on the longboard

BUT WHAT MAKES EVERYONE JEALOUS???

you hold her hand instead :)

she’s just laughing and giggling and being all around smiley when your hands are linked and you’re rolling around campus with her in tow

you even go to all of her dance events as well!!!

she’s been able to put a lot more effort into them since switching majors, but especially since you manage to keep her rooted and not going off doing so many things at once

she also wants to make sure she looks good for you

when does she not though??

y’all are literally tooth rotting sweet for each other

it’s the absolute cutest thing and you totally didn’t put a sticker of her sleeping face with her mouth open on your longboard........ and on your charger...... and the laptop........ and hers.... -q- zzZZZ

#elli writes #red velvet #seulgi #red velvet scenarios #red velvet imagines #red velvet fluff #seulgi scenarios #seulgi imagines #seulgi fluff #seulgi x reader #fluff #neutral pronouns #college au #faves

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kentonramsey · 3 years

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Living With My Mum Again Made Me Realise Our Styles Are Really Similar

Earlier in the year, I would have described my style as no-frills; rock band tees, jeans and black boots were my work uniform. Then the pandemic hit.

I currently live with my mum and I’m working from home at the moment. Over the past few months, I’ve realised that we’ve been dressing very similarly. We’ve even been swapping clothes. Just like my mum, cosy chic has become my go-to garb, with silk shirts and cute tops taking precedence over fading T-shirts, especially when I have lots of professional Zoom meetings pencilled in and I want to feel a little more put-together. Closer to the weekend, comfy knitted co-ords and snug sweaters take over as my hectic schedule winds down. I’ve even rediscovered the joy of playing with makeup again. Although there’s hardly anywhere to wear it, smoky eyes, winged liner and ‘90s-inspired nude lips is my current go-to look.

As a makeup obsessive herself, my mum approves. But when it comes to my sartorial choices, she’s opinionated. If it doesn’t suit me, she’ll tell me. And if she wouldn’t wear it herself, I’ll know about it. Over the course of a week, I captured all of my WFH outfits on the instax SQUARE SQ1, asking my mum’s opinion on everything in the process. Here’s what happened…

Monday

My mum would never be seen in pyjama bottoms past 7am, even if she has nowhere to be. She’s almost always straight into a pair of skinny jeans and I think she’s on to something. After all, I need to retrain myself to start wearing actual clothes in preparation for when things become a bit more normal, whatever normal means these days. As I pull on my trusty pair of blue mom jeans, I realise how great it is to feel somewhat presentable and I serve my faded PJ bottoms their notice. My mum’s signature style is jeans and a nice top and considering I’m in back-to-back Zoom calls today, I opt for this structured, polka dot number, which is cute but not too dressy. My mum adores it but she tells me off for not ordering a second one for her. Oops.

Tuesday

My mum has been trying to give me her collection of vintage silk shirts for years but I’ve always politely declined, thinking they wouldn’t suit me. That said, seeing her ace them around the house, tucked into jeans or worn over floaty trews, has inspired me to expand my WFH regalia, starting with this pyjama-esque printed version. As I watch the instax photo develop, I’m sold, and I think, Could it be…I look chic? Like an actual adult? I realise I should have listened to her a long time ago and consider donating all of my band tees, which only make me look like a moody teen. From now on, my wardrobe will consist of silk shirts and only silk shirts.

Wednesday

My mum’s knitwear collection is seriously impressive and mine comes in a close second. I never usually wear pastels or bright colours but I’ve noticed that donning something other than black has a distinct effect on my mood, so I take a leaf out of my mum’s multicoloured wardrobe. Today we both accidentally go for baby pink but an eyeshadow palette explosion (beauty editor problems) means I have to change halfway through the day. I team this red rollneck jumper with slouchy checked trousers and my mum approves after I teach her the art of the French tuck. She now French tucks everything.

Thursday

My mum and I are both a tiny 5ft but we’re all over the oversized trend, specifically button-down shirts. I’d never usually go for something this colour but the baby blue cord sways me and looks super cute over a crop top, striking the perfect balance between professional and casual on a day when I have lots of virtual catch-ups. The next day, I notice the shirt missing from the laundry basket. I hunt it down only to find it folded away in my mum’s wardrobe. It looks like she’s claimed this one…

Friday

Dress down Friday is still a thing when you’re working from home so I reach for a knitted matching rollneck and trousers, with my mum’s approval. Loungewear usually doesn’t make it onto her fashion radar but since being at home more, she’s loving the laid-back look. Her exact thoughts? “Cute! You look like an influencer!” I’ll take that. I order her the same outfit on next-day delivery and she ends up helping me do a full-on photoshoot with the instax, which is the most fun we’ve had all week.

If I’ve learned anything this past week, it’s that mums know best. Mine lived through all the fashion crimes of the ‘80s and emerged with a sophisticated sense of style. Spending so much time together during the pandemic has shown that we are more similar than I thought when it comes to our attire. And that I should definitely be raiding her wardrobe more…

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thelazyperfection-blog · 6 years

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&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;Move It Monday #4 + Robbie Burns 8k Recap&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;

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Move It Monday #4 + Robbie Burns 8k Recap

Whew! Last week I was sure it was going to be an awesome week and then the week dragged on and on and on and WOULD NOT END! My workouts went well and the week ended with my first race of 2018, so let’s do a quick recap of the week before I do a long recap of my race!

Monday, January 22: Abs + Band work at home | I’ve been avoiding specific core work which is not a good plan, so I set aside a day to force myself to do it.

Tuesday, January 23: 8.53km total + back/bicep strength training | This was a speedwork run with 2 x 10:00 in the middle but I accidentally deleted the run instead of saving it, leaving me to recall the total distance but no paces. Oops!

Wednesday, January 24: 3km running + 20 min spinning | I slept in because I was so exhausted and almost did no part of my scheduled 8km easy run. After work, Anson dragged me to the gym with him. My workout was short and I still felt exhausted but I didn’t regret doing something over nothing!

Thursday, January 25: 45 min spinning + shoulder workout | I am trying to do more spinning because I actually really enjoy it and it’s a good cross training activity!

Friday, January 26: 7.60km total | I did this run on the treadmill with 5 x 3:00 @ 6:20 in the middle.

Saturday, January 27: REST DAY

Sunday, January 28: Robbie Burns 8k written about below

In December I was advised to add the Robbie Burns 8k to my calendar since it is basically the first race of the year. It would be a good test of my fitness, so I agreed. My sister ended up getting me an entry for Christmas which turned out to be a good thing, because as the race got closer the less I wanted to do it. Since she paid for it, I felt like I couldn’t back out!

I’ve really only been back to consistent running for less than 2 months and my runs have all been very slow. I have also been working really hard at eating better and doing strength training and cross-training. The extra working out has made a lot of my runs feel more tired that I would like, but I need to keep focusing on getting into overall shape instead of feeling bad about my slower running. (at least that’s what I think!!)

As the race got closer I started to freak out a little as I realized what a realistic time goal for myself was for 8k. I tried to remember that the initial goal that I gave to Michelle, my run coach, which was just to run the entire thing. I didn’t run an entire race in 2017 without walking and needed to make myself not walk and ignore the time!

I spent the days before the race trying to figure out what to wear! It was going to be above zero and I was told shorts was the way to go. I was going to borrow compression socks from Kate to test out (spoiler alert: I am now obsessed and want all the pairs!) and eventually decided on a thin long sleeve and shorts to go with the socks.

When I left the house at 6 am on Sunday and saw frost covering the porch and car, I immediately started questioning my shorts decision, but it was too late! Anson dropped me off at Maria’s place and then we gathered Cathy and Kate before heading to Burlington.

The race starts and finishes right outside of a high school which is amazing because you can stay inside until the very last second! We gathered our race kits, pinned on bibs, said hi to other people we knew and hit the bathroom multiple times.

Michelle and Maria had gone outside to do a warm-up before the race and came in saying how hot it was. Michelle told me to get my long sleeve off because I was going to be too hot. I swapped it for a tank top and then borrowed armbands from Michelle. I pinned my bib onto my tank, ate half a vanilla ben GU and headed outside 5 minutes before the start.

I crossed the start line going too fast and tried to slow down. I always go out too fast and I definitely ran the first kilometre faster than I should’ve. I forced myself to slow down and ignore the people I knew who were running ahead of me. My goal was to not walk and I kept reminding myself of that!

I ditched my dollar store gloves around the 1k mark and struggled through the next couple km’s. I just wanted to walk! My legs were fine, but my brain was telling me “who cares!”

It was then that I decided I needed to watch my pace. I knew that if I wanted to not walk I needed to just go slow and steady so I aimed to run it in under 55 minutes. (As soon as I focused on having a steady run and forgot about how fast other people are, my mental state improved. One of these days I will get my mental game right!)

I knew I needed to hit halfway in about 27 minutes to make sure I finished okay and I hit 4k at exactly 26:55 and my arm sleeves came off then! I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I ran in shorts and a tank beside people who looked prepared for a blizzard. How were they not dying of heat exhaustion?!

As we turned the corner just after 6km there was a fairly decent hill. I kept myself trudging up that hill and my leg started feeling weird. As I got right to the top I slowed down and took about 5 slow steps while stretching my leg. I guess that means I didn’t run the entire race, but those steps weren’t me quitting so I’m not counting them! My leg went back to normal and I kept running.

I rounded the corner to the finish and sped up to cross in 54:12. I was surprised by how much energy I had and in hindsight, I probably could’ve gone a lot faster during that race. Cathy was there at the finish taking pictures (almost all the pics in this post are hers!) and I loved getting to see so many friends on the sidelines!

We headed inside to get our bags, some snacks, and listen to the awards. Maria got an age category award and she and Leanne both got OMA (Ontario Masters) medals as well! It is so fun to see your friends rock their races and I’m pretty proud to be part of such a supportive, loving group!

After we left, we headed to Starbucks for more coffee before heading home. It was a lovely day and a great race that I would totally recommend!

As I thought about my own race later I realized that in spite of my very slow finish time, I was pleased. I had no idea what to expect from myself so I played it safe. I probably could’ve worked harder and finished faster, but I didn’t want to go out too fast and crash and burn so I opted for a slow and steady pace. I talked myself out of walking and didn’t allow myself to wallow about my time after the race like I have done in the past. All these things are a win for me and I am excited to continue training. Next up: NYC half marathon in March.

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