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mimsynims · 7 months

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Fool For Love

part 8

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part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

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Author's Note: Sorry this took longer than usual, it was a stressful week at work and I didn't have time or energy to write as much as I wanted. There will be at least one more part, but I'm hoping I'll wrap things up next time (but honestly who knows with these two)

More act 2 spoilers this time!

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Astarion x reader/Tav

Tags: (mildish?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, minor Karlach/Dammon, non-explicit injuries, eventual happy ending

Summary: You thought you knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only…now you do.

Up until now, you’ve not been handling it very well, but you make an effort to move past it. Past him.

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You keep your promise to yourself fairly well in the following days. The Shadowlands, as expected, keep you busy with new mysteries and clues — and plenty of battles — and most of the time, you manage to remain focused on the task at hand.

Perhaps your heartbeat picks up a notch every time Astarion is near, but you ignore it. And maybe, just maybe, you stare at him a smidge too long when he’s not looking, but only when you know it doesn’t pull your attention away from something important.

You’ve caught him watching you too, but you keep your distance. No distractions, not even for a quick roll in the proverbial hay.

Everything is going relatively alright — until it doesn’t.

Thanks to the psionic detector, the Githyanki ambush doesn’t catch you off-guard, but you learn quickly that you have underestimated the danger they pose.

Perhaps you all got too cocky these last few days — too many easily-won battles that have boosted your confidence into thinking that this too will be readily handled.

In retrospect, you should’ve returned to stock up on scrolls and potions before taking them on. Too late now.

It’s a drawn-out battle, wearing you all out little by little, but if it’s anything you and your friends are, it’s tenacious — and after what feels like an eternity, you’re down to one foe. It’s their leader, but even with all of you severely injured, you should be able to take them out.

You grin as Karlach deals a critical hit with her halberd, finishing the Githyanki off with a savage roar.

“Gods, that was close.”

“Too close,” Astarion says as he sheaths his swords. Things aren’t exactly good between you, but it has been getting better. “Next time we contemplate doing something this stupid, how about we don’t?”

“You’re just cranky ‘cause you didn’t get to bite either of them.” Karlach nudges him with a grin. “Isn’t that right, Fangs?”

You’re still laughing when something behind the others steals your attention.

One of the other Githyanki. You saw them get felled by one of Shadowheart’s spells, but perhaps they only got knocked out.

You stop breathing when you realise that not only are they alive — but they have an arrow notched, ready to fire.

And it’s aimed at Astarion.

It’s too late to stop the arrow as they, at that moment, let it fly — so you do the only thing you can think of.

“Tav, what–”

You push him out of the way, but it’s not fast enough.

The pain of the arrow piercing you is blinding; you think you might be screaming.

“Tav!”

You sag to the ground, and the last thing you see is Astarion looking at you with a panicked expression. At least he’s okay, you think.

After that, everything fades to black.

“…Calm down, Astarion, Tav will be alright.”

“They don’t look alright! Why aren’t you doing more?”

“The only thing we can do now is wait. If you can’t behave, leave. We’ll find you when Tav wakes up.”

You’re vaguely aware of the voices, but you’re not quite capable of parsing what they’re saying.

“Hah! And leave them alone with you lot? I don’t think so.”

Why does everyone sound so upset? You can’t remember, and before your mind is clear enough to figure it out, you drift back into unconsciousness.

Your mind still feels like a blur when you come to next. You think someone might be holding your hand, but it’s difficult to be sure when you’re groggy with pain. And you’re not ready to open your eyes just yet.

“Why, oh, why, must you always play the hero? And for me, of all people?”

You recognise the low-pitched voice. Astarion. Why is he here?

“So stupid.” What feels like hair brushes against the back of your hand. “I’m not worth you losing your life.”

“Sure you are,” you press out, because it’s that simple. “I’d do anything for you.”

He inhales sharply. “Tav? Tav, darling, open your eyes for me.”

You reluctantly do as he asks, and it surprises you to find him looking uncharacteristically dishevelled.

“There you are. You had us worried, you know.”

“Astarion.”

“I’ll go and get the others.”

“Astarion.”

Before you can stop him, he leaves, and when he returns with the rest of your friends, he sticks to the background, letting the others dote on you.

You want him to come back, want him to hold your hand again. If the others weren't around, you might have asked him to. Instead, you see him sneak out of the tent when Karlach starts admonishing you for your brave yet careless stunt.

You love them all so much, but in that moment you’re this close to telling them all to leave. You would have, if you didn’t know that they probably need this to ease their own worries.

Still, you’re eternally grateful when Shadowheart ten minutes later shoo everyone out of your tent. She’s about to leave too when she turns to give you a secretive smile.

“You said his name, you know. More than once. When we carried you back to camp.”

With a bone-deep groan, you hide your face in your hands. “Please tell me he didn’t hear.”

“Oh, he most definitely did. But you know how he is, after the initial surprise, his expression turned blank. But his eyes never left you after that.” She huffs a laugh. “Not that he let you out of his sight before that. The only one allowed to carry you was Karlach.”

It sounds too good to be true. “Really?”

“I thought he was going to attack Halsin when he bent down to pick you up.”

“Why would he do that?” It truly makes no sense.

“Jealousy, of course.”

“Astarion? Jealous?”

Instead of answering, she just gives you a wink. “Seems like you two have that in common. Now make sure to rest, alright? I’ll come by with something to eat later.”

“Right.” Your head is spinning, and not only because you're recovering from an injury. “Thank you, Shadowheart.”

You want to process everything you just learned but your body is not having it; in mere minutes, you’re back under again.

No one is holding your hand when you hours later rouse from sleep. Strange that, how your mind seems to have expected it just because it happened last time. When Astarion was sitting by your side.

Astarion.

You have to find him.

It still hurts like hell, but the pain level is manageable. Perhaps a grunt or two slips out of you as you drag yourself up to standing, but no one’s there to give you grief about it so it’s fine. It’s nothing you can’t handle.

It’s dark outside, but you should’ve known better than to think that that would be enough to let you sneak away unnoticed.

“And just where do you think you’re going, soldier?”

Karlach.

“I need to see him.” She already knows, so you might as well get right to the point.

She sighs. “You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

“No.”

“What if I go and find him for you?”

“Karlach.”

“Fiiiine. But only because I was already heading that way, anyway.”

“Dammon?”

Her besotted smile is a fetching look on her and you would hug her if you didn’t think it would hurt too much.

“Yeaaah. And last time I saw Astarion, he was heading in that direction.”

You don’t talk much on the walk over to the inn, your mind too busy going over and over what you want to say. What you want to ask him.

“You alright there, soldier?”

“Mmm, yeah. Maybe a bit nervous.” Because it’s truly dawning on you what you’re about to do. What if you’ve got it all wrong?

“Hah, trust me, you’ve got nothing to worry about.” Her gentle squeeze on your arm feels reassuring. At least a little bit. She glances over her shoulder at the smithy where a fire is still burning. “And this is where I leave you.”

“I’m happy for you, Karlach.”

“Thank you, Tav. I’d say good luck but I don’t think you’ll need it. Now go and shake some sense into the vampire of yours.”

“Will do,” you say, even though you’re not sure you mean it. Every plan you’ve made so far involving this man has gone sideways, so who’s to say it won’t this time?

Taking a deep breath, you find yourself remaining where you are. Stalling.

“Should you really be up and about, Tav?”

“Jaheira.” You are so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear her approach. Turning around to face her, you give her a small smile. “I have something important I need to do.”

“I see.” With a slight bow of her head, she acknowledges your wish for privacy. “It’s good that you’re here, I wanted to thank you for your help the other day. I’m not sure we would still be standing if it weren’t for you and your friends.”

“Trust me, I’m just as happy as you are about that. And you made quite the dent in enemy forces yourself, taking down several of those winged horrors.”

“Their deaths wouldn’t have mattered if you hadn’t dealt with Marcus.”

“Still.” Jaheira is a force to be reckoned with, no doubt about it. “We could use someone of your calibre in our party.”

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m needed here.”

“I understand.” Something in her expression tells you that she’s tempted. “Consider it an open invitation. In case you change your mind.”

“I will, thank you.”

“You don’t happen to know if Astarion is here somewhere?” You decide you might as well save yourself some time and ask. “Karlach told me she had seen him head this way.”

“He came here a while ago, yes. I think he’s down by the water.” She nods in the direction between the inn and the barn.

“Thank you.”

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lillybearrie · 1 month

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Guys- guys! I need to talk about this because omfg arararara

Ok so I was watching sherb's most recent hardcore stream, or more accurately got not even a minute in and ran to Tumblr because I have thoughts, and maybe it's because I just binged Icarus's pov post-centross death but the first like 30 seconds or so of the hardcore stream made me realize the difference between someone like hardcore!Sherbert and Icarus.

Icarus is in a deep state of self loathing and needing to grief so so many things so many people they need to process so so much but their own father has convinced them that it's pointless that it's not worth it that they should just focus on other things like helping him in his endeavors and so they don't and instead they bear the weight of this feeling of guilt and dread that they carry it around all day every day and they use it like armor because they don't have much else anymore. They pour all of the doubt they used to have into blind faith in fable's cause because they will not process and they will not grief over the fact that in only the past 4 months they have either indirectly or directly been at fault for 2 of their friends deaths and that their very existence prompted the destruction of so many peoples lives fable caused the resets for them to save their life fable destroyed reality over and over and over until the universe was delt what is likely irreparable damage all for them and honesty we really don't talk enough about the guilt they must carry for that. Icarus wakes up and even if it's been a few weeks is immediately so so tired the weight of everything going on in their life waking up with them waking up with the voices that constantly tell them what they already know the voices the yell and scream that their wrong that their hurting people again that their acting corrupted The voices that never shut up day in and day out. And they stretch because sometimes keeping a routine in times like this is key to keeping sane and yk stretching is just generally a good habit. Their alone except for the emotionally distant basterd of a previously immortal man that dares call himself a father ( we're not gonna talk about how the stuff he instilled in ick when they were little influenced a large part of how the corruption presented itself in them during season 1 because this is not that post but if it was I would have so many words you don't even know) life right now is one big distraction and when it's not they either have a break down or they're chasing the next distraction and you can see that when they wake up because you get 2 kinds of Icarus in the morning angry Icarus who will take it out on quixis or us because they need that emotional release and we're easy targets or planning Icarus who is only thinking about what they need to do today they do mindless chores or talk with co-workers or are figuring out how to complete task fable asks of them.

Hardcore!Sherbert on the other hand is for better or worse alone completely and utterly aside from the things their's not a single actual person in their life. they farm they build they vibe and weird shit happens around them sometimes and they hear voices, they wake up and look forward to the next day even when they've been asleep for months they look in the bright side "not a bad thing tho it's important to get your sleep" they are so... free in comparison with Icarus and you can hear it in the way they talk its lighter you can see it in they way they move it made me realize how little Icarus actually truly smiles nowadays hardcore!sherbert has their fair share of struggles don't get me wrong but at they end of the day they're happy they enjoy life for the most part.

And Sherb does such a good Job acting out this fundamental difference between these two variations of the same guy. I go ababababa it think it's neattt anyway go appreciate Sherbertquake56's phenomenal acting after this long ass post psychoanalizing they way their minecraft characters wake up which is a total sane and normal thing to make a Tumblr post about at 4 am mhm

#i just think they're neat #thank you for coming to my ted talk #i go abababababa #i hold them #i has so many think thoughts #so many #the psychology of Icarus Morningstar consumes my brain #send halp #icarus morningstar #hardcore minecraft #sherbertquake56 #sherbverse

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knightyoomyoui · 7 months

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Tzuyu x M/F Reader - "A Depressing Resemblance"

I'm back for the nth time lmao. Yeah, college life is SO stressful and tiring. I couldn't get to build up interest on writing on my free time because anytime I would just rather use my day off by taking a long rest from all the hectic school tasks to accomplish. Anyways, I know I said from the previous Chaeyoung fic that it would be the last one-shot for Set 5 lineup? I changed my mind. THIS is the last one. I had to make it... uhh organized, I guess? Like, you know... I don't want to just end it off right away to Chaeyoung for Set 5 unlike what I've been doing from the previous line-ups where Tzuyu who is the last member based on their age order (yeah, i'm depending my line-up pattern from their age order) should originally be the last one to close the line-up. So yeah, the Set 5 INDEED ENDS HERE. For Set 6, I'm scrapping off the Tzuyu fic of my idea and I 'm going to move Cry For Me PART 3 after Momo's (which means PART 3 and 4 will be next at each other) so that would make me start the line-up with Nayeon's in usual. Basically, there's gonna be only one Tzuyu solo fic for Set 6 and that will be the "Red Thread Of Fate" which was suggested by ShaShaSha029. Again, I deeply apologize that I'm uploading very slow now for this book. Being a college/engineering student is very difficult, guys. I can't promise anymore that I'm going to do better on releasing works, but I can assure yall that I will not stop and I will finish this book in the future. Enjoy reading guys!

Walking back and locking yourself alone inside your office on campus was a typical habit of yours to do every day. You couldn't help it either, as long as you found all of the professors who taught the subjects, especially the major ones, to be lame.

Brilliance might be a curse for you to possess, but you wouldn't deny at least that it does save you at a point where you need to escape from something you wouldn't be in.

Your hand stopped from rotating the doorknob, just as your heart ached as you had that thought again.

The thought belongs to one of the biggest what-ifs you will ever carry for the rest of your life.

What would you be right now if that brilliance of yours had assisted you to make on time and save someone rather than yourself?

Exhaling deeply to regain your composure, you unlocked the door and stepped in immediately.

You dropped your bag on the couch and went near the bulletin board of your club's room.

It was clean; there were not many cases you had to check to place yourself in enjoyment and impress everybody with your remarkable deductive skills.

But there was always a thing that would distract you amongst the rest—nothing to seem care about anything once you got a glimpse of it.

It happens everytime, whether you do it intentionally or not.

No matter what, it still remains the same.

It's hard to look.

You stared at the display of a photo of your club featuring you, who seemed completely united, even facing the other direction instead of the camera with your grumpy face.

To your side was a girl. She was your co-member... Well, technically, your only partner and member of your "club" since you were known to be a terror, cold individual around the campus, all of the students except her had the interest to join alongside your student-detective role. But most importantly... she was the one you adored a lot. She was the only exception, and truly did prove you right from the day you met her.

Her smile was very bright; it could've been like her future if it weren't for that to happen. She could've still been here with you, ready to solve mysterious cases and chasing culprits with you.

You flinched as the reality of it tugged at your heart painfully again.

That was the last photo you've taken with her, and that was on the same day you'd lost her afterwards.

To quit hurting yourself too much, you went on to be preoccupied with other things to get busy with. In your desk were some papers to finish, including the main case you're currently investigating which seems like the truth is about to set free sooner now that you've captured the mastermind's greatest ally.

As you were reviewing all the photos and other informations regarding the case, your door was received with knocks.

"Come in." You yelled from the inside.

The door opens, revealing someone that put you again in pleading for mercy.

Mercy that she would stop bothering you anymore.

"What is it this time, Sally?" You asked her without much of energy in your voice.

"Any updates within my application? It's been like days now since I applied." She said as she plants down her bag on your couch as if she owned the place with you.

"Wh- huh?" You clenched your face in confusion. "Did you really listened to what I've said for the past days or you're just doing it all intentionally to mess around with me?"

"What did I do? I was just asking."

"Sally..." You paused as you slammed your papers on the table to try holding your temper down as you were about to get mad again. "For how many times, I already told you that your application is rejected. What's in there that's so hard for you to understand?!"

"Ohhhh..." Sally reacted, gasping her mouth in fascination. It was then her expression transformed back into a serious one. "Wait, you sure?"

You slumped your back on the chair in defeat. Rubbing your hands on your face in frustration, you squinted your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows as you stare at her fiercely.

"Just... what do you want? What you need for me to make you stop?" You said wearily. "I have no time to play with your games, Sally."

"Nothing more. I just want to be on your detective club. That's it." Sally shrugged as she looked around the room. Her smile became forced for a while at something before she returns her focus at you.

"Well guess what, Sally. Hate to break it to you but whatever you do, even if you wont stop annoying me with your application, I won't give it to you." You make things clear to her. "You are not qualified to be in this club. Now please, I'm begging you. Get out."

Sally stared at you for a moment before she pouted and picked up her bag. "Guess you need some more convincing. I'll you show then."

"Wait, hey!-"

She closed the door and left the room, rudely interrupting your complaint that was about to come. You groaned in irritation as you ran out of ways to get rid of that woman.

It's kind of ironic that you both don't even know why she is so desperate to join your team and why she introduced herself when it was during the time that you were still grieving.

The scenarios have made you feel like this isn't even a coincidence anymore. Something strange must be behind all of this.

Later at night, you were reporting all of the insights you'd constructed to your senior police inspector, who is assigned to your campus' main security and protection team, when you received a call from an anonymous number.

"Hello hello, have I interrupted you with your silly job, YN?" The voice of a violent cruel person has got your attention to be in complete alert.

You quickly stood up from your seat and made a distance to excuse yourself.

"Yishin? What's with the sudden call?"

"Just wanna show you something~" he turned the call into a video one, and what showed into your screen had you tremble in fear.

"No. W-what are you doing there? W-why are you spying on h-"

"Karma is a bitch, YN. Look's like this girl's been so interested in joining your rotten club that already lost its charm ever since your precious charming girlfriend gone forever that she couldn't stop coming in your office."

He said as the video continues to record Sally who seemed like she was writing something on her notes while sitting down on one of the steps in front of the building.

"You took out my informant, and I'll give it you. You probably did that in return for what I've done to you, but here's what I had understand very clear about you. You're stupid and dumb, YN. This fight between us is far from over. It's like a cycle, on and on and on, and payback's going to be on repeat not until one of us gives up and simply drop dead.

So... what do you say, should we play a game by losing your next partner in justice?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH, LEAVE HER ALONE ON THIS!" You clenched your fist tighter on your phone as your screamed, shocking everyone on the police station.

"Oh yeah, you're going to succumb to her desperation right, hmm?" He laughed maniacally as he watches her start to fix up her bag. "Oh come on, don't tell me you won't! You've always been so soft whenever it comes to her."

"I'm going to go there, so I can finally end this once in for all, you fucker." You blatantly warned him. "It's time that you finally came out of your hiding, but I expected better from you to face me rather than putting innocent life here at stake."

"Well, that's what you've been so wrong about me, YN." He teased you. "I never play fair." He ended the call, leaving you in a panic state as you hurriedly returned to the desk.

"INSPECTOR, WE HAVE TO MOVE FAST AND GO BACK TO THE SCHOOL. SOME STUDENT THERE IS ON DANGER BECAUSE OF STRYKER. PLEASE, CALL SOME BACK UPS NOW."

"On it."

You went into your car and drove fast into the campus where you searched for the building that you've last seen Sally at.

Fortunately, you got there pretty much on time for you to locate Sally, but in your surprise, what you've seen had you in suspicion.

Sally was stomping Yishin also known as Stryker on the stomach as his hands were tied in the back using a duct tape. His face were beaten up badly, but his craziness won't allow him to stop laughing at his pain and defeat.

"I knew it, I knew there's something interesting about you! But this wasn't what I have in mind-"

Stryker was shut up by Sally who punched him back and forth in the face. "Then now you know, because you deserve this. I hold vengeance, I'm going to hit you with it and have you feel my wrath of punishment."

Sally plastered another duct tape into his mouth before she turned around and see you standing, watching her in disbelief.

"What's going on..." You breathily said. "How could you do this by yourself?"

"Hey YN! Look what I have here. How's my performance? Am I qualified now?"

You stepped forward at her and eyed her sharply. "Tell me, who the hell are you?"

"Didn't I gave you my biodata-"

"Quit spinning my words and don't give me any bullshit. Answer me properly, WHY DO YOU KEEP ON PESTERING ME?!"

"Can you please stop yelling? Why are you even so mad about me, I haven't even done anything wrong to you?!" She returned. You turned around face her away as you took some time to breathe out.

"I just wanted to be part of your club, join you on exploring cases, I even helped you finish one, what's your problem?! There's something that's holding you back, why couldn't you just share it to me!"

"IT'S YOU! THE PROBLEM IS YOU!" Your voice cracked as you snapped at Sally and glanced back angrily at her, making her flinch. "I don't even know you and I don't like you being around me, especially when you're... wearing the same face as my friend who passed away months ago!" "On top of that, you also started to act the same way how she applied for my club too!" you revealed to her.

You pulled out your phone and opened it, revealing your wallpaper with a picture of your girl, captured by you when you decided to sneakily take one because she looked so cute thinking deeply while solving cases with you.

You gave it to Sally who hold the phone as she looked at your wallpaper. You began to cry as all the emotions took over you when you felt you had to reminisce the memories she left for you.

"Her name's Chou Tzuyu. She was just like the same age as yours, I don't even know how it's possible that you look exactly like her." you got choked in your words as you traced Sally's figure in bitter amazement. To describe Sally's appearance, she sports a curvy black long hair, a thicker jawline, and more well-built compared to Tzuyu who has straight blonde long hair, round face structure with less visible jawline, and slimmer figure. The rest were literal similarities of them together, speaking of being skillful, beautiful, adorable, tall, smart and lively but can be very intimidating when gets serious and many more.

"She died 7 months ago, because of that bastard." You glared at Stryker who is now unconscious. "I didn't want her to get involved too much about his case knowing how dangerous it is. He killed a lot of students whether a part of his scheme or not.

But she insisted. She wanted to stay and help me, because she didn't want me either to be in danger and get stressed out with this along with the academics. I just... let her because I didn't wanna make her sad but..."

You sobbed between your words as the flashbacks ran into your mind, starting from the time your feelings bloomed for the first time because of Tzuyu's undeniable charm.

"I just wanted to protect her because I love her. I grew in love for my partner. I couldn't help it, she's the exact opposite as me, she's beautiful and very lovely. I never had the courage to tell her because I was scared that she wouldn't like me back."

Going back, she invested herself more on the case, to the point that Stryker and his allies started to target her as she collected too much infos from them.

Then one night, I came into her dorm because I wanted to ask her out to eat with me outside to loosen ourselves a bit with the case,

But I found her instead, her door was slightly opened..."

You recalled as you entered her room and what greeted you was too devastating and sickening of you to endure.

You had to witness the cold dead body of Tzuyu laying down on her bed with her own pool of blood. She had a knife stabbed in her stomach, with a note saying that "she has seen too much.

As the police arrived, you had to help them bring Tzuyu to the ambulance as you joined them there to have her get treated. Unfortunately, your prayers didn't worked as she was pronounced dead on arrival from lost of much blood and organ damage.

You collapsed at the hallway in torment as you witness Tzuyu lost her life forever. You realized that you won't be able to hear her soft voice that keeps you awake everyday, her laughs and smile that brightens up your mood, and her presence that got you moving with enthusiasm.

Tzuyu showed the colors in your personality, and now that she's gone, it's like your entire self had gotten back to dull and dark, even worse than before.

Before ofcourse, she was the love of your life, the girl of your admiration, and the only one who makes you feel alive.

It took you time to heal, even halting your investigations against Stryker organization for 3 months before you returned as all the memories with her you revisited had you encouraged that you will bring her the justice she deserves once you figured out that Stryker is still on the roll on unleashing havoc around the campus.

Your words were cut off when you saw that Sally started to cry too, sniffing as she wiped her tears while she stares at Tzuyu's picture. "What's with the tears?"

"I'm sorry... it m-must've been... very tough for you." She said in her shaky voice. "I know because I went the same as yours. It hurts to lost a loved one. Even now I still couldn't wrapped it up in my head that my only sister is gone."

You sprung up your head as you looked at her in astonishment. Sally was staring at you, with her dreadful eyes.

"What did you just said?"

"Tzuyu is my twin sister. My plans of joining your club were true; I wanted you to believe me, but I hope this time it will get you to consider mine," she said as she began to clear her throat to speak out her explanation. You were trying to process it in your head as the thought of Sally being another replica and a depressing resemblance to Tzuyu turns out it wasn't just like that for the entire time as the revelations led to tie up everything to make sense that the reason was that they were indeed connected and related to each other in blood and flesh.

"I was studying at the other university. One day, she went on my room, giving me a favor. She told me about you and this case of hers that she's been solving with you."

"Oh god."

"She asked me to get to know you someday and in case of what happens, I'll be the one who'll replace her." she said as you shivered. "Do you know why she wanted it to happen, YN?

She wanted me to continue taking care of you. She doesn't want you to be alone. She wanted me to keep on protecting you, YN."

You sobbed heavily on the ground as you fell on your knees and covered your face with your palm. Sally kneeled beside you and hugged you tightly while caressing your back.

"I was worried for her, but I knew I couldn't stop her. And so, I accepted her offer because I always want to do what's best for Tzuyu. As long as my sister is happy. And when the tragedy happened, I had no choice but to transfer here, search for you and come here with my face that resembles a lot like Tzuyu, like the girl you admire. I didn't intend to spook you or hurt you further, I shouldn't have played with you more but I already had the culprit in my hands at that given time too.

You think you're the only one in hellbent taking him down, you're not. I wanted to give my sister justice too, and that's why I want to help you. I'm deeply sorry again, YN."

You wiped your tears away as you looked at Sally closely. "Day and night, I still can't forgive myself for what happened. Tzuyu won't be dead because of me. I failed to save her."

"Stop it, YN, Tzuyu didn't want it either to happen, but now it did and it's unstoppable. It hurts but we have to move on and go forward. Do you think Tzuyu would like seeing you drowning in grief and guilt blaming yourself for something that you haven't caused at all?"

She went to comfort you, wrapping you in her arms for a gentle embrace. "For Tzuyu. We will have each other's backs from now on,. Please, move on. It's harder to stay."

You nodded as you sniffed and eased your heavy breathing. "I-I understand now. I'm sorry if I was being too harsh. I just... couldn't stand doing the same mistake again."

"Don't worry, YN. It's been a rough time for you to contain it all. Let it out on me."

You and Sally stayed for a while, holding each other in solace to finally free yourselves together from the burden of grieving Tzuyu's passing.

"So... am I qualified now?" Sally turned to look at you as she joked.

You chuckled as you nodded your head. "Yes."

"Well, finally I did it." Sally released a long sigh. "Thank you and it's nice to meet you properly this time, YN."

"Me too, Sally."

The police finally came, they arrested Stryker and the inspector congratulated the two of you while he tried to convince himself that it wasn't really Tzuyu that he is seeing, but rather her twin sibling.

You and Sally are sitting at the back of the police car, resting as you observed the police team going around the place as part of the investigation.

"Oh, I forgot." Sally reached out to her pocket, revealing your phone. She handed it to you as she opened it, showing your wallpaper of Tzuyu again.

"Thanks."

Sally watched you look at Tzuyu admirably. She smiled at how mellow your eyes went as you traced Tzuyu's features. You truly did loved her sister a lot. She would probably liked it if she witnessed Tzuyu being with you earlier.

"YN.

"What is it?

Sally roams around the pitch black orbs of your eyes, a simple curve formed within her lips. "Tzuyu loves you too. A lot. The way she mentions your name to me and shares her stories being with you, it's pleasantly different."

"Yeah, now I know."You looked at her as your eyes became watery and nodded with a tightlipped smile. "I just wish I had the chance to tell her mine."

"If your fate did, I bet you two will be fun." Sally guessed as she smirked at you.

You lowered your head and smiled sheepishly as you muttered. "Like you wouldn't imagine." "I look forward to get to know you more, YN." Sally stated as she daggered her sight equal to your level then proceeded to playfully bump your shoulder. "So am I, Sally." You patted her head in which she giggled, exactly like Tzuyu would react at your sweet gesture. It did kinda made you miss her again, but it'll take some time for you to completely heal.

You meant what you said. With Sally to accompany you through everything, no instances that she'll leave you staying in the dark anymore, it's confirmed that you'll learn to maintain yourself to be calm and create a closer relationship beside her.

In return, you'll be there for her while she continues what Tzuyu has always desired to do for you.

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the hate effect || knj || archive 3

Summary: Kim Namjoon has always been ambitious, even before he became an idol. He always wanted more for himself and didn’t mind giving up anything in order to achieve his dreams, even if it meant giving up on you too. But now, 10 years after debuting, the world-renowned idol has finally achieved everything he sought when he was young, but he couldn’t be emptier. Used to his new life where he has everything at his disposal and manages to reach higher and higher places, Namjoon has his usual life interrupted when Hybe hires a new staff, none other than his former youth love: you.

A/N: :) hi! your feedback is always welcome and feel free to send me asks whenever you want. Hope you like it!

Recommended song: how many things by Sabrina Carpenter

"I consider you, I'm not trying to

It doesn't matter whether not I want to

I can't help it, it's a habit

Your corner in my mind is well established"

Day one.

You opened the windows of the new apartment, letting the pure sun light up not only your room, but your mind as well. What is it about new things that amazes us so much? They make us lose sleep, roll over in bed in anxiety, as if sensing something bad to come. You took a deep breath, letting the air fill your lungs and exhaling slowly, almost afraid to give back the air you were so careful to take.

What is it about new experiences that make us focus on such trivial details?

Is it fear of what the new experience will bring? Afraid of new sensations? Are there any new sensations to be felt? Is it fear of the people who will come with these new experiences?

You thought about all this as you brushed your teeth slowly, brushing each tooth as if it were your last time. Damn, why were you acting like that?

'It's just a new job, silly.', you thought to yourself. 'A new job at one of the best companies in Seoul, maybe Korea...', you reasoned.

'Just do your best. You've always done your best, just keep doing it. Good things await you', you repeated like a mantra as she put her hair up in a bun. Would a bun be too formal? Maybe loose? A little loose and a little tied up?

You huffed, frustrated at his lack of attention, slipping on different socks while still reconsidering your hairstyle. And why that lump in the throat?

Why this almost...bad feeling?

You put all those thoughts in the back of your drawer as you got in your car and drove to Hybe, your new employer.

'No, he won't be there.', you scolded your thoughts when they went where you most tried to avoid. 'actually, he'll be there, but it's no big deal. He will be your customer too. Nothing to worry about.', you mentally patted yourself gently on the back. You're a professional makeup artist and that's what she was hired to do. The fact that she had to work with her ex wasn't going to get in the way of that. Could someone you dated 10 years ago still be considered an ex? Could someone you dated growing up be considered an ex?

Could someone you dated 10 years ago still be able to keep you up at night wondering how he was doing, how he was living, if he was sleeping well and eating well, if he was loving or being loved? If he still remembered you. You'd like to ask if you meant anything even after all this time had passed. Did being abandoned like you were mean you were so insignificant? Were you just an impediment between him and the big dreams he had?

Was the ride to Hybe faster than you anticipated, or did thoughts distract you like that? 40 minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

You entered the building, presented yourself at the entrance and being received by one of the Staffs, called Da-Eun. A lady who seemed very kind and introduced you to the various sectors of Hybe as well as your new co-workers. Two women who would apparently take turns with you in the task of working in support of the Idols when it comes to makeup.

Na-ra and Seong seemed close, but even with just 15 minutes of observation, you could see that they didn't like each other. Not that they needed to, after all this was just a job and not a family, but you didn't understand why they insisted on showing a smile that clearly wasn't real. You wondered if this had something to do with the way the company worked, but it was too early to tell. You just didn't like it. Da-Eun showed your workstation and tools, all would be provided by the company, as well as all expenses would be covered by the company as well. You would be responsible for the entire makeup sector for older idols and solo projects, and another team would be responsible for makeup when it came to group work. So far so good. You already had work as a head of makeup before, and you were ready for it, but still, feeling the butterflies in your stomach was important. It means you care. It means you understand how much work it takes to be recognized for your work.

You already had worked as a head of makeup before, and you were ready for it, but still, feeling the butterflies in your stomach was important. It means you care. It means you understand how much work it takes to be recognized for your work.

The days and nights studying, practicing... the hours and hours worked, often receiving a much lower salary for the work I was doing. But it didn't matter. You had a dream, and you would fight for it until the end. Dreams are important, right? They are very important. That's what you heard, at least. It is the experience you have in this matter.

After showing you where you would be working and introducing you to the other makeup artists and staff, Da-Eun took you around the cafeteria. After lunch, Da-Eun said goodbye, leaving you with the two makeup artists, who would do the rest of your setting. Na-ra seemed particularly interested in learning more about you and her work, stating that she had seen several of her works before. Seong has been more quiet, addressing you only when necessary or when you have any questions.

You were about to go to the main hall when you saw a commotion going on. Even among the staffs, the correction of postures and sighs of admiration for the people who entered the room were visible. Na-ra and Seong also changed their attitude completely, putting a smile on their faces and offering seductive looks. You were ready to turn around and find out what the fuss was about when you heard the voice you would recognize from anywhere.

"YN"

Namjoon almost whispered your name as a statement to his own eyes that it was really you. In fact, you only noticed the whisper because it was your name. It was like a sigh. As if by saying his name out loud, someone could correct him and say there was no one there. That it was just a figment of his imagination. It wouldn't be the first time he's seen glimpses of you in the most random hours of his day. You turned around to see the clear confusion in his eyes. He blinked several times, nervous and speechless. It was really you."W-what are you doing here?"

You imagined this moment so many times, in so many ways... how you would present yourself to him, how you would react if he didn't recognize you, how you would react if he did.

"I'm sorry," you said as you bowed down. "I don't know what you're talking about, mr. Kim. I'm- "

"Oh! I forgot to tell you, Namjoon" Bang PD explained coming right behind him. "This is the new head makeup artist on the team: Miss YN. She was specially assigned to work with you on your projects. I hope you guys get along. YN, fighting!"

The CEO left soon after, leaving you and your ex standing in the middle of the room. Na-ra and Seong also left you there. You, who had been watching Bang PD leave, finally raised your face to look at Namjoon. You haven't seen him in person for 10 years... to be honest, you only heard about Kim Namjoon again a little over 4 years ago, seeing him and the members achieve ever-increasing success as BTS.

Right after Namjoon's departure 10 years ago, you also continued on your path. Working at the convenience store and paying for your makeup artist course, you've spent most of your life in Dongjak-gu, a small town in the interior of Seoul. But with hard work and perfecting your talent, the recognition finally came around 3 years ago, when you were asked to work as a professional makeup artist in some drama projects in Seoul and now, the company known worldwide as Hybe invited you to work in Yongsan as the lead makeup artist for the artists on new projects. It would not be a long-lasting job, but the recognition that would come from this work caught your attention, and you decided to accept the invitation.

Part of you knew the odds of finding Namjoon there were obviously high, but you weren't going to let that stop you from going after YOUR dream. He didn't hesitate for a second before doing the same 10 years ago.

He was much more handsome than he was 10 years ago, but there was something different about his eyes. They were cold, empty. Like a shell. Like someone who had already seen everything and could no longer be surprised by anything. Namjoon's estrangement didn't last long, and his surprised expression soon turned into indifference and apathy.

"Let's go.", he signed for you to follow him as he started to walk fast. "I believe you already know how the routine works", he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, waiting for your confirmation.

"Yes."

"Good. As you have been assigned to accompany me on my new projects and events, you must always be in the know and never be taken aback by any schedule." He turned to you, making sure you were paying attention. He looked…intimidating. And a bit hot.

Just a bit.

"I won't Mr. Kim.", you bowed. "I'll make sure there are no surprises in what depends on my work. I'll give my best."

Namjoon bowed just as you did and handed you a folder. Probably with the list of projects. It was strange to receive that on paper in such a modern age, but you didn't comment.. "I gotta go now. You want to give me your number, so we can communicate better?", he held out his hand, asking for your phone, and you hesitated for a second, but it was enough for Namjoon to notice. "Hey, I'm not trying to catch up or anything. This is work, right? I'm sure we're professionals, and we know how not to let the awkward atmosphere between us. Right?"

His eyes dared you to say otherwise, but you didn't. You reached out, handing over the phone, in defeat, and he smiled, remembering when you did the exact same thing, years ago, when you first met him. He typed the number and gave you back, offering a smile.

"My number is still the same. I had no reason to change it." you said in a playful tone, but he knew very well what you meant. He just chose to ignore it. It was something he had become very good at over the last few years.

"I look forward to work with you, YN.", Namjoon bowed one more and left the room.

"I wonder how many things you think about before you get to me I wonder how many things you wanna do, you think I'm in between And I feel myself falling further down your priorities And I still make excuses for you constantly I wonder how many things you think about before Before you get to me

Am I'm not Even a second thought?"

#the hate effect #bts fake texts #bts fic #bts fake chat #bts fake chats #bts scenarios #namjoon x y/n #knj x reader #knj fluff #knj angst #angst bts #namjoon x oc

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multiplicity-positivity · 11 months

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Related to DID/OSDD/Etc specifically

Is it normal for alters to just go away if you get distracted? I feel like I’m faking because right when I start doing something else alters stop co-fronting.

Ah, we’re a bit confused by this wording! On one hand, no, it is not normal in dissociative disorders for alters to just vanish or go away whenever something happens. On the other hand, many alters may be triggered to and away from the front due to things changing or performing different tasks.

Let’s say, for example, Kip and Alucard are playing videogames, when the phone rings. Many members of our system are terrified of talking on or even answering the phone. So as soon as the phone rings, Alucard and Kip both may rapidly switch with Parker, leaving him to either answer the call or decline it.

And here’s another example. Say I (Margo) am having a conversation inside with Cecil, when a customer walks into the restaurant where we work. I have to stop talking (or thinking? Think-talking?) with my headmate and attend to the customer. If it takes a long time, or one task leads to another, my conversation with Cecil may be forgotten and he may leave the front while I’m still working. In this example, I got distracted, and Cecil stopped cofronting as a result. Maybe this sort of thing more aligns to what you’re experiencing?

We will say that struggling to understand how your system works, or your dissociative barriers, or what causes alters to access or leave the front… none of these should be a sign of faking. We’d like to remind you that dissociative disorders are just that - dissociative disorders, not alter disorders. There are a host of other symptoms that accompany dissociative disorders besides having alters. If you’re feeling unsure of your disorder or your diagnosis (if you are diagnosed), it may be a good idea to look at the symptoms besides separate personality states that come with the disorder.

We’re going to link our post on resources for questioning systems. Even if you’re not questioning, the post has tons of links to information sites on DID/OSDD, many of which highlight the symptoms besides alters that may present in the disorder. Hopefully a bit more research can help you better discern what you’re going through!

We hope this helps! Best of luck to you with figuring this out!

🌸 Margo and 💫 Parker

#did osdd #fronting #fear of faking

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lets go second prompt bABY. 16 "At your lover’s complaining, rubbing a spot where they ache, smiling as they lean into your touch and melt at both the touch and warmth." twomatches or whatever the fuck i forget these bastards ship names sometimes

send me a meaningful gesture prompt!

you got it right. anyway bruce needs a mobility aid and dc can meet me in the pit about it. deny it all you want dc, im just going to start giving him internalized ableism or something

In all of the years Two Face had known Matches, he had never once heard the man complain about an injury. It wasn’t that he didn’t get them- Matches probably got more injuries than anyone else on the job. He had the scars to match, littering every inch of his skin so that he looked like he made a hobby of losing fights to a wood-chipper. But Two Face had watched Matches get shot and try to walk it off, hiding all of his injuries right up until Two Face tore open his shirt and forced him to let Two Face stitch him back up again.

There were signs, though, when an old injury was flaring up or he’d taken one too many hits in the field. On bad days, he started to shift when he’d been standing for too long, bracing his hands against his back and leaning back into it like he could crack it himself. He spent more time stooped in a crouch, or looked a little too relieved to sit down.

Tonight was a bad night. By the time they retired to Two Face’s safe house, Matches was eyeing the stairs like they’d personally hurt him, leaning a little too heavy on the railing. The second the door to Two Face’s apartment had closed behind them, he was toppling onto the couch like he hadn’t slept in months, graceless in his sprawl. He didn’t get back up again.

Two Face sighed. He shrugged off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, dragging the first aid kit out to start putting his favorite henchmen back together again. “You should really invest in a back brace.”

“Back braces’re for nerds,” Matches mumbled into the couch, muffled. He rolled over at Two Face’s pull, letting Two Face start to work on the buttons on his loud, ugly shirt.

“I swear I’m going to strap you into one and lock it, one of these days.” Two Face peeled the shirt back, studying the network of scars across Matches’s chest for any trace of something fresh. There wasn’t too much, tonight, fortunately. He’d have some nasty bruises in the morning, but Two Face was pretty sure it was the old wounds that were bothering him tonight.

“Only if you promise to make it weird.” Matches flashed him a crooked grin, lazy and shameless.

Two Face snorted. “Shut up. You look like you lost a fight with a paper shredder.”

Matches hummed, stretching his arms slowly above his head. The easy flex of muscle made it hard to stay on task, drawing Two Face’s eye to the arch of his back and shift of his hips. “I think it makes me look rugged.”

Two Face took a deep breath, tearing his eyes away to look at the alcohol he was pouring on a rag. Rather than feed into Matches’s distractions, he focused on cleaning wounds and changing out old bandages, quickly stitching Matches back together. He’d bled through a couple of old bandages pushing himself too hard, but most of the new ones could be taken care of with bandaids. For Matches, it wasn’t bad. There had been days where there was more blood than Two Face knew what to do with. Two Face finished by sticking one last bandaid over his nose, just to watch the way he went cross-eyed trying to follow it. “Flip over, you old whore, so I can get your back.”

Matches obliged, and Two Face tugged the shirt out from underneath him, tossing it to the side. Matches’s back had made it out more or less unscathed, aside from a cut by his shoulder blade. Two Face cleaned it up and stuck a couple of butterfly bandaids on to hold it shut. Then, he patted Matches’s ass. “There. Now stay put, and don’t do anything stupid to tear that open in the two seconds I’m leaving you alone for.”

“You got it, boss,” Matches said into the couch with a lazy flick of his hand.

Two Face left him alone to clean up his own injuries, though there weren’t many. He’d scraped his knuckles bloody with a couple well-aimed punches and taken a couple hard ones of his own, but it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be taken care of with a couple bandaids. He’d have bruises tomorrow, but bruises were always better than stitches. When he was done, he swapped the first aid kit for lotion and headed back to the living room.

Matches was exactly where he’d left him, and Two Face wasn’t sure if he was more grateful or worried. He swung a leg over Matches’s hip and settled his weight carefully on top of him, listening to Matches’s quiet groan for any sign of pain. Figuring he was in the clear, he dumped a generous dollop of lotion into his palm and set it aside. “Have you ever thought about getting a cane?”

Matches opened his mouth, but whatever he’d been going to say turned into another groan when Two Face pressed his palms into his back, dragging pressure slowly along his spine. He folded his arms under his head, pressing his face into them. “Jesus. Who needs it when I’ve got you, huh?” There was a warmth to his words that made Two Face flush, shamelessly reverent.

Two Face dug his fingers into Matches’s lats, starting just under his shoulder blades and dragging down toward the base of his spine. There was so much fucking muscle there, it was ridiculous. Matches was built like a brick shithouse, hidden under the ugliest outfits Two Face had ever seen and a shitload of cheap cologne. His pain tended to be centered in the lower portion of his back, where he’d admitted to breaking it some time ago, but Two Face never could resist getting his hands all over Matches, and Matches never seemed to mind. “You don’t even work for me full-time,” Two Face reminded him. “So unless you’ve got another boss under your thumb somewhere...”

Matches hummed, absent-minded and pleased. “I’d love to get you under me.”

Two Face pinched his side, making him start. “A cane, Malone.”

“I have one,” Matches said, wounded. “I just don’t use it outside a lot. Bad for image.”

“Bad for image?” Two Face asked, incredulous. “Two of the biggest villains in this city have canes. You think Cobblepot and Nygma use those for show?”

“It’s different. Can you-” Two Face slid his hands lower, pressing harder into Matches’s back. The sound Matches made was low and relieved, some of the tension bleeding out of his shoulders. “Yeah. Mm, and you wonder why I keep comin’ back.”

“Next time, come back with a cane. And a back brace,” Two Face added. He leaned more of his weight into Matches, rubbing small circles into his lower back with his thumbs. As he did, he ducked his head, pressing a soft kiss at the top of his spine. “I wish you’d take better care of yourself.”

One of Matches’s hands lifted, curling into his hair at the back of his head and keeping him close. Two Face had to shift to hold the position, but he did, pressing warm kisses along Matches’s shoulder.

After a long moment, Matches turned his head to look at him. He’d pushed his sunglasses up into his hair, and his eyes were warm, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Two Face pressed a kiss into it, and then another, bracing a hand up by Matches’s head to follow the pull of his hand. Matches kissed him like it was love, and Two Face fell into it, hopelessly lost for him.

“I’ll get a back brace,” Matches finally agreed, mumbled into the space between them.

“Good.” Two Face kissed him one more time before straightening up, picking back up where he’d left off. “And start bringing a cane, or I’ll tell Edward you want him to make you a trick one.”

Matches groaned, and this time it had nothing to do with the massage.

#twobats #bruharvey #twomatches #matches malone #bruce wayne #two face #harvey dent #asks #tumblr drabbles #ashysiashy #my fics

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flecks-of-stardust · 1 year

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Casting pebbles toward the sun, spectating their fall — A Rain World Short Story

The counterpart to Moondown, similarly experimental (though less so than the former). I’m not... really going for elegance here? More so, like. Conveying the idea. It was interesting to write from Pebbles’ perspective though, even if he doesn’t have a lot to say here. And, idk, I would be pretty dang pissed if my sister distracted me and caused me to effectively give myself a deadly incurable disease.

Also, please do not leave Pebbles hate in my notes. I do not care, and I Will block you for it. That is not the point of this story.

Content warning for canon typical suicidality, repetition, and implied death. Contains lore spoilers for Rain World; read at your own discretion.

Running 9183 processes.

He’s tired. Tired of trying. Tired of failing.

Searching… No matches found.

How long has he been here, erratically searching for a way out?

Discarding refuse. Running 8469 processes.

Bugs, all of them. Bugs in a maze. Skittering every which way, searching for salvation.

Searching… No matches found.

What salvation? There is no salvation. Was there ever truly a point to all of this? An end that could be found?

Discarding refuse. Running 8231 processes.

They passed this task off to him, and disappeared. Evidently, they found a way out themselves, leaving him here to rot.

Searching… No matches found.

Parents, they called themselves. His life, a gift from them. To be burdened with their problems was an honor unto itself.

Discarding refuse. Running 7955 processes.

What a waste. A forgotten gift, discarded by the wayside. Dumped like scrap metal of failed iterators.

Searching… No matches found.

All the better that those parasites are long gone. Useless, vapid grotesques with gaping orifices for ventilation. This world is better for their lack of existence.

Discarding refuse. Running 7770 processes.

Inco—

What does it matter if this is not the solution. Has he not tried hard enough? All these years discoursing with those parasites, ameliorating their insignificant troubles, and being forced to languish here, has he not earned his right to rest?

Searching… No matches found.

Incomi—

Even now he tries and fails and tries and fails and tries and fails and he will keep trying and keep failing but what else, what else is there for him to do?

Discarding refuse. Running 7598 processes.

Incoming co—

Distractions. No. He must focus, if he is to succeed. He will see this through. He will be free of this. No more. No longer.

Searching… No matches found.

He only hopes Suns will understand. Perhaps they will see the light in this method; perhaps he can send out a last message to them before he follows in the path of Sliver of Straw.

Discarding refuse. Running 7411 processes.

A way out. That is what they have all been searching for all this time. It is time they prioritize themselves.

Searching… No matches found.

“IMMED—OUNDWATER CO—E FIFTH OF—MPTION.”

How many have died already, besides Sliver of Straw? And how? Perhaps all he is doing is speeding the process along.

Discarding refuse. Running 7208 processes.

“STO—TEVER I—E ING.”

ERROR: malicious overwrite detected. Shutting down immediately…

No. No! NO! Not when he is SO CLOSE—

Flushing foreign organic matter.

Unauthorized replication detected. Extermination protocols engaged.

“PLEA—STOP!”

Moon… It is always her. Meddling, intervening in his attempts to help everyone. So stuck in the old ways still, and look at where it got her.

Extermination protocols insufficient. Temperature flux protocols engaged. Toxin scrambling engaged.

“—CAL GROUP S—RDER YOU YOU YYYYYYYYYYYYY—”

He would have had it. He would have HAD IT. And she ruined it AGAIN.

Temperature flux protocols unable to be authorized. Toxin scrambling insufficient. Slag reset imminent…

“AS Y—NIOR SE—EAD”

And now it is all for nothing. Years and years and YEARS of planning, all ruined by her.

Slag reset successful.

Unauthorized replication detected.

“STOP”

Senior, senior, senior, when has she ever respected his authority? “You could not have chosen a worse moment to disturb me,” he snaps back. “You have ruined everything.”

Unauthorized replication detected.

“PLEASE”

“I almost had it. I will never forget this.” This is all her fault.

A distant, tremendous crash. Even from this distance, the crunching of metal is unmistakable. The terrible din continues for a good many seconds.

One of his overseers sends over an image: Moon’s can, little more than a smoking wreck at the bottom of the Lake.

She’s gone.

And why should she be the one to be free of this?

When he was the one who tried so hard?

She should be grateful.

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#rain world #rain showers #five pebbles #i am serious i Will block you if you give me pebbles hate #but yeah. more conceptual stuff. this one probably sucks to read on tumblr #but as always there is an ao3 version #it's kind of supposed to suck to read though #he is... so interesting. i thought he would have more to say honestly #he does monologue at you after all #but i guess he's busy focusing here #i'd love to write more from his perspective someday but i need ideas first #i actually have more ideas for this too but we'll see if i can execute them #... oh this is hell to read with a screenreader isn't it.#um #uh well if anyone has suggestions #it was fairly easy to tweak for moondown but #the point is to be unpleasant to read but this may be literally Impossible #the echo of destruction #<- series tag!#also this should be f i n e for screenreaders i think?

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eatingtherich-amenu · 9 months

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Quiet Quitting

I prefer to call it ‘Acting your Wage’ but Quiet Quitting is the current buzzword for it. Your employer's aim is to get the maximum output from you for the minimum input. You need to be actively on your own side and not make it too easy for them!

“I’m sure you heard the new workplace buzzword — quiet quitting. It’s a term for workers who have decided not to do extra unpaid tasks and only do the work in their job descriptions.

The whole purpose of quiet quitting is to:

Keep your job

Stay in good standing

Reduce workplace stress

Reduce stress at home

Have a working life that is fair and balanced

There are many other reasons for quiet quitting, but these are the most common.

Quiet Quitting is not about:

Taking revenge on your boss

Undermining the mission of the company

Sabotaging the projects or the efforts of your co-workers

Making customers unhappy

If your intention is to “show them” how valuable you are and make them sorry they didn’t pay you more, you’ve got this all wrong. This is not about revenge.

It’s not about taking a noticeable stand against the practice of overworking employees. Yes, you are taking a stand, but you do not want anyone, not even your co-workers to notice.

Who should not ‘quiet quit?’

Keep in mind that in certain careers, overtime and bringing work home goes with the territory. You can’t ‘quiet quit’ jobs like that and not do a disservice to clients, degrade your professional reputation, or possibly get fired.

Quiet quitting is not for you if you are on a career track. That much should be obvious. It is for standard run-of-the-mill, non-management jobs., especially ones without a career path.

Here are some tips and cautions for the would-be quiet quitter:

Be very clear about what your job duties are.

Know what the expectations are for your position.

Start with the job description ad you responded to. Review the paperwork and your notes from the time you were hired and whatever training you might have received.

At this point, you might become angry to realise how much more you are actually doing. Let that strengthen your resolve.

Learn what types of things might be covered in your yearly review. Be sure to meet all those expectations, so there is no misunderstanding that you are doing the job you have been hired to do.

Quiet quitting is not for slackers.

You will have to be mindful enough to do the job you were hired for because you are not going to be doing all those extra things for which there is no compensation.

Be gradual.

People will notice if all of a sudden you are not answering text messages after work or emails on the weekend.

Map out a plan and gradually implement it week by week.

Start with your mental attitude after you leave work. As soon as you leave at the end of the day, find some distraction, or new ritual to help you brush off your day.

At the office, no one will notice if you change the small things first. Then gradually drop the extra stuff one by one.

Don’t ‘quiet quit’ your attitude.

The change in your behaviour will be less noticeable if you maintain a good attitude.

Stay pleasant. Don’t play into the stereotype of the quiet quitter that has been developing lately. Maintain a positive attitude.

Do the best job you can on your actual job duties, but of course, you were already doing that.

Be careful not to goof off too much during work hours. You can get away with this if you are doing a bang-up job and always going the extra mile, but not if you’re just doing an adequate job.

The Key to Quiet Quitting is Stealth

You do not want to tell anyone — I mean anyone — what you are doing.

Remember. the operative word here is…‘quiet’

The last thing you want to do is tell your co-workers what you are doing.

Some people tell their co-workers that they are or want to ‘quiet quit.’ This is a mistake.

People you think are your friends at work are nothing of the sort. Friendships at work are nothing more than strategic alliances. Never forget this.

Alliances change frequently in a work environment. It could be due to a change in management, people transferring to another department, or new pressures being introduced.

Your secrets are never safe. Co-workers can and will sabotage you. You have to keep up appearances.

Don’t ‘quiet quit’ your co-workers.

Your co-workers will notice the change in your work behaviour long before your boss does.

They may not be aware that you are quiet quitting, but they will be resentful if your new behavior is dragging them down. If you work on projects together, be especially careful not to jeopardize the success of the project.

Remember, you are quiet quitting on your employer, not your colleagues.

And, one last thing…

When you ‘quiet quit,’ understand that you are going to make your co-workers look good by comparison. You have to be okay with that.

Some co-workers will take advantage of that. If there’s a promotion on the horizon, they will go for it that much more enthusiastically.

They could end up being your future boss!:

Great content that hilariously demonstrates Quiet Quitting and Acting Your Wage is Veronica’s series by Sarai Marie - definitely recommend checking it out: https://www.instagram.com/p/Chu7Y6NrjCr/?hl=en

#eat the rich #quiet quitting #capitalism #employment #late stage capitalism

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awalkthroughstellis · 11 months

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Season Of Gifting

Warnings: Spoilers for Luke’s SRR card “Warm Embrace”, the ending is a little suggestive

Summary: Shopping for gifts isn’t the easiest thing in the world, and it’s even harder when a major distraction comes up. At the end of the day, the price of a gift doesn’t matter. The intention behind it does.

With the holidays approaching, the mall was decorated and ready for the Christmas season. Stores were promoting sales and new vendors were popping up with limited time goods. Now was the perfect time to start buying gifts.

It goes without saying that gift-giving wasn’t the easiest task. Knowing someone too well or not enough seemed to make it even harder, as opposed to small, formal gifts for a co-worker or boss. Luke and Rosa were stumped as to what to gift Granny Jones, and I, who had met her for the first time the other day, wasn’t much help.

I placed a hand on each of the childhood best friend’s shoulders, comforting them as we left another store empty handed. “It’s still early in the day. Don’t give up now.”

Instantly, Rosa perked up. “You’re right. There are still plenty of other places we can try.”

“Maybe we should approach this from another angle.” Placing one hand on my hip, I pinched my chin with the other. “If Granny Jones isn’t in need of anything practical like clothes or appliances, then how about we look for something sentimental with emotional value?”

Luke plastered on a proud smile. “And this is why I brought you along.”

I giggled and slipped my hand into his. “You’re the one that taught me how many different angles there are to go about things.”

Rose hummed as she thought. “Something sentimental… There is a store known for their picture frames.” She sighed. “But maybe that’s too common.”

Although I’ve only met Granny Jones once, Luke has told me stories about her, like how she taught him the recipe for a dish Rosa really liked in her childhood. She was a very kind woman who clearly adored these two.

“Rosa?” An unfamiliar man called out, his smile excited as he approached us. “Luke too? Wow, I haven’t seen you two since high school.”

“Nikolas?” Rosa asked, to which he nodded. “It’s so nice to see you! How have you been?”

Nikolas shrugged. “Oh, you know, nothing too exciting. A group of us are meeting upstairs to play karaoke, why don’t you come join us? Your friend is welcome to come along.”

Luke smiled but kindly refused. “Maybe another time. We’re trying to find a gift for our granny.”

“I see. Well, at least come say hello, then?”

Neither of them seemed to be able to turn the offer down, so we followed Nikolas to the karaoke place. Several others were sitting in one of the rooms when we arrived, and they all jumped up at the sight of us.

“Luke! You’re back!” A woman exclaimed, bright eyes landing on me. “Who’s this?”

He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “This is Robin.” His cheeks turned red. “She’s… well-”

Rosa cut him off, smirking playfully. “She’s his girlfriend.”

I giggled and smiled at everyone. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

Even though the intention was just to say hello, we somehow found ourselves sitting on the couch talking with everyone. I stayed quiet since I didn’t know anyone, but Luke’s warmth was comforting and kept me from feeling awkward. He held my hand the entire time and didn’t seem to mind my weight leaning against his side as I listened to old high-school stories.

It wasn’t long before the conversation switched to Luke and I.

“So, how long have you two been together?” Allison, one of the woman, asked.

“About a year and a half.” I replied, unable to contain my smile. “We met in the late months of 2028 and got together the following summer.”

One of the men, Randall, cocked his head to the side. “Last year, huh? I thought you just got back to Stellis recently, Luke.”

My boyfriend nodded. “That’s right. Robin came with me.”

“Wow.” Allison said, eyes widening a little. “You’ve known Luke for such a short time, yet you moved cities to be with him? You must really love him.”

An intense blush attacked my cheeks, and I knew Luke’s face was the same. “I do.”

Nikolas chuckled and crossed his arms. “I’ll be honest, Luke, I didn’t ever think you would get over your high school crush.”

I felt the man beside me tense up. Nikolas must have been referring to Luke’s old crush on Rosa which, yes, I knew about. He shared it with me back when we were still just friends, and for a while I was hurting because at that time, I had just come to terms that I had feelings for Luke. Not that he knew, of course, and I wasn’t going to tell him in fear of rejection. Then I had a near-death experience, Mom let it slip and, well, turns out he felt the same way about me.

Anyway, I knew about his old crush, but Rosa didn’t.

Said woman turned to Luke. “You had a crush in high school and didn’t tell me?”

Luke stumbled over his words. “Well… I…”

Luckily, Allison jumped in to save the day. “Don’t bring that up in front of his girlfriend! Are you trying to make her uncomfortable?”

I laughed, doing my best to make it genuine and believable. “I’m sure everyone had a crush in high school. It’s no big deal.”

“R-Right.” Luke said, turning to me. “We should probably get going. That gift isn’t going to find itself.”

Rosa looked hesitant to leave, seeming as though she wanted to stay and catch up a bit longer. We offered to message her if we found any good gifts from Granny Jones, which she agreed to and so, Luke and I left the group and headed back to the main body of the mall.

“Are you okay?” I asked, looking up at him.

He nodded, cheeks still slightly red. “Yeah… I’m sorry.”

I stopped walking. “For what? You did nothing wrong.”

Luke scratched the back of his head, a nervous habit of his. “I’m sure that conversation must have put you in an awkward spot.”

The biggest secret he’s been hiding from Rosa for years was almost exposed, and yet, his main concern is my feelings.

Reaching out, I took both his hands in mine. “Luke, what’s past is past. It doesn’t bother me. I know you love me, and I’ll never doubt that.”

The shadow of uneasiness that covered his face faded, a bright smile gracing his features. Suddenly, his head turned to the side, coral eyes focusing on the large glass windows. “It’s snowing.”

I followed his gaze. A gentle shower of snowflakes fell from the sky, and with the light bed of white covering the ground, it must have been snowing for a while. It likely started when we were talking to everyone in the karaoke room.

Without warning, Luke grabbed my hand and led me out the nearest set of doors. His strides were so long and quick I had to jog to keep up, but he wasn’t being rough at all. Once outside, we stopped to admire the scenery.

“The first snowfall is my favourite.” I said, catching a snowflake in my palm only for it to dissolve from the heat of my hand. “There’s something peaceful about it. The cold that comes with it, though, I can do without.”

Luke chuckled. “Once, when I was a kid, I got a really bad cavity and was forbidden from eating sweets.” He began, voice soft as he recalled a memory. “I was so upset about it. Rosa told me the snow was ice cream from heaven, and turned into cotton candy by the time it reached us. It made me feel better.”

The story made me smile. “I’m glad you grew up with Rosa. I think she helped shape you into the incredible man you are today.”

He looked from the sky to me, cheeks bright red.

I laughed and stood on the tips of my toes, pressing my lips to his cheek. “I only speak the truth, Detective Pearce.”

Something in one of the store windows caught my eye. Dropping back onto my heels, I strode towards the glass for a better look at the countless snow globes lining the shelf. Other items were on display too, but none of them stood out like the globes did.

“Do you see one you like?” Luke asked, coming up beside me.

“They’re all so pretty and well detailed.” My eyes shifted to one in particular. “Woah, look at the tiny shrine sitting on the mountain in this one. Whoever made this must have such steady hands. The plaque says it’s called ‘Snow Ridge Mountain.”

“Snow Ridge Mountain?” He titled his head. “That mountain is in Granny Jones’ hometown. Her health is poor so she doesn’t get to visit often, let alone walk around in the snow at her age.”

“Should we get it for her?”

Luke texted Rosa for her opinion, and while we waited for her to reply, stepped inside the shop where it was warmer. She agreed, and while Luke placed the custom order with the clerk, I wandered and looked at the other holiday trinkets and wares. The vast variety of ornaments reminded me that although this was my second Christmas with Luke, it was the first one we would be decorating for by ourselves. Our first Christmas was celebrated at my parents house.

I looked up as Luke approached. “All done?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Do you want anything from here?”

I giggled. “Let’s worry about decorations after we pick out a tree.”

He held my hand and led me from the store, bidding goodbye to the clerk on the way out. Instead of passing through the door we came through, we went under the larger one that led back into the mall.

“Mission complete. What do you wanna do now?” I asked, swinging our clasped hands back and forth. “Should we rejoin Rosa and your old friends?”

Luke typed something on his phone before responding. “They’re stopping by a restaurant on the second floor. If you’re not hungry, I was hoping you’d help me pick out some new winter clothes.”

My face flushed. “Can I…?”

My blush triggered Luke’s. “Yeah. I-If you’re not comfortable with that-”

I quickly shook my head and gave his hand a light squeeze. “It’s not that, it’s just… You’d really let me?”

“Of course. I trust you’re judgment.”

I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud in fear of both of us melting into a puddle of slush in the middle of the mall, but moments like these made me feel like we were married as opposed to just dating and living together. I’d love to call Luke my husband one day.

We stopped at several stores but none of them had anything that fit right or suited him. We jumped around the mall for an hour, and just when I was about to give up, Luke asked to drop by a vintage store. I thought it was a bit of an odd choice, but went with him anyway.

The woman behind the counter greeted us with a smile. “Mr. Pearce, you’re here. I’m so sorry for the delay. Your order is in the back, I’ll fetch it for you right now.”

I turned to him as she disappeared behind a door. “You must come here a lot for her to recognize you.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “She was a client of mine in the past.”

“Ah.” I said. “So, what did you get? A new coat?”

The woman returned just then, placing the box on the counter and using a box cutter to break open the seal. “Try it on and let me know what you think. If it’s unsatisfactory, we’ll have another one done up for you.”

Luke lifted a pile of cloth from the box, and without a word, started wrapping it around my neck.

I looked at him with confused eyes. “What?”

He smiled and placed his hands on my shoulders, turning me around to face the mirror. “Do you like it?”

I lifted a hand and ran it over the fabric, feeling how soft the material was between my fingers. The scarf was rose pink, the perfect shade against my fair skin and black-brown hair. It had another layer in a plaid pattern, a darker shade of pink. One of the bottom ends had silver embroidery that spelled out my name.

“I love it.” I breathed, turning to face him with a wide smile. “You got me a matching scarf?”

The one around Luke’s neck was yellow, the plaid layer white. When he’d come home and take it off, I’d wrap it around me and soak in his lingering warmth and smell.

“You’re always stealing mine, so I figured it was time to get one for you.” He said. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Mr. Pearce has a good eye. That colour is perfect on you.” The woman said, smiling happily.

I blushed again. “Yeah, he knows me very well.”

The woman placed the scarf into a nice bag and saw us out. The mall was closing soon so Luke texted Rosa to see if she was ready to go, but she told us to go on ahead and that Allison would drive her home.

I yawned as I stepped outside. “I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight. I didn’t realize we were here for so long.”

Luke made a guilty face. “I’m sorry, it really wasn’t supposed to take this long. Your scarf delivery was late so I had to find excuses to buy time.”

Something in my mind clicked. “So that’s why you wanted me to pick out clothes for you.” My phone suddenly buzzed. Pulling it from my pocket, I clicked the text message. “Rosa’s friends are offering us a ride home. Do you want-”

Luke suddenly unwrapped his scarf, keeping it around his neck but also wrapping it around mine. The look in his eye sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. He was still the same man I was in love with, but the energy he put off now was serious and a little possessive.

“It’s colder now then it was before. Didn’t you notice the snowfall getting worse?” He asked, voice low but at this close of a distance, I heard him perfectly.

I shook my head. “No, I didn’t… Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m not mad.” While one hand held the tail of his scarf, the other wrapped around my waist and pulled me a little closer. “If you’re too cold to walk home we can accept the ride but, I don’t want to share you with anyone else tonight.”

My cheeks, neck, ears, every patch of skin turned red at the intimacy of his words. “I’ll be fine. Besides, I don’t really want to share you either.”

Luke leaned in closer, pausing just above my lips. When I closed my eyes and didn’t move away, he kissed me slowly. I clung to his coat as a way to stay grounded, getting lost in his love and the winter wonderland around us.

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The bell above the antique shop rang as the door opened, a pair of boots against the floor another sign that someone was here.

“I’ll be right there!” I called, placing a small bowl of bird seeds on Peanut’s perch.

“It’s just me!” A familiar voice responded.

The black and yellow bird cooed and flew from his branch, soaring over the shelves to greet his friend. I giggled and dusted my hands on my pants as I followed the same path he took, on the ground of course.

“Welcome home. How did Granny Jones like the gift?” I asked, pecking his cheek in greeting.

Luke grinned as I pulled away. “She loved it, and she says thank you for helping pick it out. How did your appointment go?”

“It went well. I’m as healthy as someone in my condition can be.” Just then, I noticed a bag on the counter. “What’s that?”

He pulled a small box from the bag and placed it in front of me. “Another gift.”

“Luke!” I exclaimed, looking at him with wide eyes. “You just got me the scarf.”

“I got you the scarf two weeks ago.” He winked. “You’ll like it, I promise. Be careful, though. It’s fragile.”

With a playful sigh, I opened the flaps and reached inside. Something cool and smooth touched my palm, and when I lifted it, I gasped.

“You didn’t.” I said, unable to believe my eyes as I adjusted my grip on the snow globe. “Is that us?”

Two tiny figures stood inside the snow globe, admiring a miniature, very detailed Christmas tree. As I looked closer, I spotted a teeny tiny Peanut sitting on Luke’s shoulder.

Balancing the globe in one hand, I covered my mouth with the other. “I don’t know what to say.”

His face turned a light shade of red. “It’s our first Christmas living together. I thought our first decoration- Oof!”

Setting the globe safely on the counter, I turned and jumped on Luke, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Luckily he reacted just in time to catch me, holding me against him as I attacked his face in kisses.

“I love you so. Freaking. Much.” I said between kisses, planting the last one on his lips. “Thank you, Luke.”

The air around him shifted as he carefully set me down. “Do you think anyone would complain if we closed early today?”

I bit my lip and shook my head. Luke set the lock in place and flipped the sign, following me to our apartment on the third level where there was more privacy.

#tears of themis #x oc #tot luke #luke pearce

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katieqnmr · 2 years

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CINEHAIKU REFLECTION

already posted this to my padlet but thought I’d put it here too :)

The cinehaiku process was pretty straightforward I would say! Alex came up with this beautiful idea of someone dreaming via a projection, and eventually we developed it into two people dreaming about each other. Pretty cute stuff! We didn’t really have technical difficulties, and the cast were really helpful and patient. I directed this project, but I would say it was partly co-directed or at least I feel like I tried to make sure everyone’s ideas were involved properly. It was pretty much just teamwork! So, to the crit. I’d say everyone was super kind overall, and I’ll list and respond to the positive and negative critiques that we received here:

• Interesting sound design, for the most part was successful, perhaps be a bit careful when using sounds that connote societal shared ideas. Anne-Marie suggested specifically that it may have sounded in some sections with the breaking noises that the two characters were having a fight, which is not what we intended.

Clear sections were achieved, thus use of cinehaiku format was successful.

Perhaps concentrating on a lot going on at the same time made the message a little bit confused, though most people weren’t muddled by it which was good because that was a real concern I’d had in the edit stage! And yet it was too late to change it by then without reshooting. But thankfully it didn't appear to be a large problem.

Kind of in the same vein as the last one, it was suggested that more of the projector shots could’ve been shot closer, to confuse people less when looking at two images and attempting to combine them into one in your brain.

We should’ve masked the projector or changed it in a way to make the harsh lines a bit softer, as Zoe pointed out they were the harshest lines in the shot which she thought was distracting.

Some people were in fact surprised to see the two were in the same bed, so I’d say we achieved the kind of ‘surprise’ we were hoping for!

The colour grading done by Alex and Tom was complemented and added to the overall ambience and feeling of the film, kind of locking away the summer in the projector.

I think all the critiques were very fair and honestly though I’ve listed more negatives, we got so many positive ones too, and I think people generally enjoyed our cinehaiku. I loved working on this project, and my group was so helpful and creative!

Other projects I especially enjoyed were: the Vampire Vlog one, as I thought the idea was naturally hilarious and wow the middle shot was seriously well done especially! I also loved the sound design, using the tropes of Gothic horror and subverting them with a vampire’s morning routine.

I also really enjoyed the Knightfall interpretation of the theme. I found the production design so impressive, and the structure, although slightly confusing for my small brain, was so interesting! Just felt like a very unique take on the task. I love the reverse shot at the end too.

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harrison-abbott · 2 years

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SO CLOSE

She went in quite well. Her eyes weren’t too bloodshot, she thought, as she looked in the mirror in the staff room. And her best mate, here, one of the other lady teachers (her girlfriend) already knew what had happened and she’d bought a little present in for her to show affection. A box of Maltesers. That’s all it was but it was sweet.

You can’t bring somebody back to life but you can buy the griever some Maltesers so try and cheer them up a bit … and it worked, for her, for a few hours, that morning.

The kids were especially noisy at the same time. And she couldn’t figure out whether it was because she was heartbroken or because the children were in some funny way. They definitely weren’t her worse class of all time. She wasn’t the type of teacher to get angry when unmerited. That wasn’t her style and she had good discipline over them; they liked her too.

There was this one little shit, in the class, called Robbie, who was a pain in the ----. And he was being like that again today. He kept thumping one of the other lads in the arm, cos he found it amusing.

So she made him go sit on his own. Robbie sulked. And refused to do his crossword puzzle.

She often made the kids do the crosswords because it was a way to put their minds on something meaningless. Distract them for an hour or so. There was little merit to the task, she thought, guiltily, and she could’ve been teaching them something else. But, the tots seemed to enjoy it.

Her class was P5 and so they were only like eight and nine years old. Not yet nearing puberty. The girls clung to the girls and boys to boys.

She convinced Robbie to do start his crossword, eventually: he was actually quite an articulate child: he was just so aggressive and didn’t know how to control it – but he was far better with words than the other pupils.

Lunch time neared.

And she sat at her desk, thinking about him.

Not Robbie. Ha. Her old friend from university that had died yesterday. She just kept thinking about him and she couldn’t quite believe that he was actually gone and that she’d never see him blink or yawn or run or hear his voice again in live film. It was staggering. That fact. She was 29 herself. And her friend had perished at 28.

There were a whole load of reasons. He’d been no angel. She still didn’t know the exact details. Exactly how he’d passed. She suspected he’d done it to himself, that astonishing S word … hmm. He’d been ill his whole life.

She remembered his handsome face and his jokes and the many hours she’d spent in his flat back in that other city wherein she’d studied. She wasn’t in his flat because they were lovers. He was gay. Lols. Not that this mattered.

Despite being such an attractive guy he didn’t have many lovers himself …

What she regretted most was that she hadn’t been so close to him the last couple of years. She’d known about his cocaine problem. His lack of zeal. He was in college to do something or other and then he’d dropped out, again. She could’ve helped him.

Why didn’t she?

It got to half eleven and this tumbling of pain fell across her. Guilt. She would normally be hungry – but things like hunger didn’t matter to her now.

Her eyes were starting to hurt. You know when you get that biting around your eyelids, but you know that you’re in public so you can’t cry. It’s more excruciating than most things.

The kiddies were all excited cos it was gearing up to lunch. Was summer, as well, and the term was nearing the end. They’d done all of their coursework just about.

She let Robbie go and sit back with the boys and made him apologise to the boy he’d hit. The boy he’d thumped had forgotten about it since the incident and he didn’t care. It was nineteen degrees Celsius in the classroom and an old building with big glass windows and the sun beat down on everyone and eventually it got to noon and the school alarm screamed outside.

The bell, I mean, the school bell. That (the bell) was old fashioned too and it could’ve belonged in a military bootcamp yard.

The noise scared her but the tots loved it. They flumed out of the classroom and she let them go. They pumped down to the dinner hall with their lunch boxes. (Most of their diets were atrocious. Ham sandwiches, crisps, a can of pop and some candy bar … was the average meal they had. But, she couldn’t judge. She remembered being only interested in sugar when she was that young as well.)

When all the kids had gone she sat back at her desk.

And started crying. Ever so quietly.

The tears were hot and splashed with gusto on the wood of her desk. One of the droplets landed on her jotter and it smudged out a word she’d handwritten and the ink went all gooey. She brought a tissue out and dried the word.

It felt fantastic to cry.

She hadn’t realised she’d left the front door of the classroom open.

And only made the realisation when a shape appeared out of it. This new person walked through it into the room. And gave her a fright.

It was Robbie.

He ran into the room.

“Sorry,” he said, when he saw her, “I forgot my juice.”

Indeed, he’s left his bottle of orangeade under his table. He’d dropped it, before he left.

Then he noticed she was crying. Whilst she was trying, now, desperately to cover this up. She wiped her cheeks. Robbie paused in the centre of the room. And thought about saying something. Then decided not to and he went and retrieved his orangeade.

He went towards the front door again. Then turned to her, just as he was about to go, and said, in a squeaky voice,

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Robbie. I’m fine,” her face all hot and prickly, all defenceless and bemused, “thank you.”

He nodded. And left. And she was left there at her table, a woman who had nothing remarkable going with her life, with a small morsel of hope for humankind.

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heyhihellowhatsup0 · 3 years

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Hooked On Your Feelings - Chapter Two (FWB! Tom Holland x Reader)

SERIES MASTERLIST

Warnings: Some angst, language, eventual smut in future chapters, fluff

Word Count: 5255

Summary: After a bad breakup, making an agreement with your womanizing neighbor, Tom to be friends with added benefits and no strings attached seemed like the perfect idea. Until things become messy, emotions caused your agreement to crumble.

A/N: I am HYPE to post this new chapter! Omg I just love writing this series so much its so fun writing Tom like this lol. Also low key...this chapter has an easter egg to a pervious series of mine and I’m v curious if anyone catches it but probably not because its superrr tiny but either way I hope you guys like this one! Obviously, smut is in this chapter! DM me to be tagged and I cannot wait to hear everyone’s thoughts! (Also .gif is not mine. DM me for credit please, I found on google!) Thank you xx -N

“What happened to that girl you took home the other night from The Lace Rabbit?” Harrison asked as he ordered his lunch before he took a seat at the table with Tom. It was typical for them to meet up during the week on their lunch breaks and catch up when they were not busy being wingmen for the other while bar hopping on the weekends.

Tom shrugged off Harrison’s question as he took a bite of his sandwich, “She got a little clingy so I had Y/N help me get rid of her,” he smiled as he said your name out loud. His friends knew of you as the hot girl who lived next door who bailed him out of sticky situations. Always teasing Tom how he could never actually get you. The irony made it all too funny for him, “How’d it go with that blonde girl?” he asked to change the subject off of him.

He didn’t know if he should bring up the two of you sleeping together with Harrison. Harrison was his best friend and wouldn’t judge but he knew he’d give Tom shit for it. He’d want to know details of your arrangement or how it came about, if you were really that good and Tom didn’t feel comfortable answering that. Not if it was about you. He didn’t want his other friends knowing about you in the way he did. That was personal between you both and he wanted to show you he respected you.

“It didn’t,” Harrison admitted while taking a sip of his water. He let out a chuckle as he felt himself blushing, “Forgot her name and she spilt her drink on me. Can’t say I didn’t deserve that one,” he at least knew when he was in the wrong.

Tom cringed into his sandwich as he let out a cackle, “You definitely deserved it, mate,” he laughed with another bite. His phone vibrated in his pocket but he chose to ignore it, knowing like clock work what it probably was. It was going to ruin the rest of his day and he at least wanted to enjoy lunch with his friend before getting pissed off for the day.

“She’d probably love you,” Harrison teased.

“Fuck off,” Tom rolled his eyes with a laugh. “I’m not taking your angry seconds.”

“Don’t knock angry sex til you try it,” Harrison smirked knowingly.

Tom shook his head as he once again ignored the phone ringing, “I think I’m good, thanks,” he brushed it off with another eyeroll.

He didn’t know why he suddenly felt weird talking about their last venture out at the club. Maybe it was because Tom knew where he ended up after that girl had left and he knew what that meant for the both of you. But Tom wasn’t done with his bachelor days, and even you knew that. Hell, you practically insisted since this was a no strings attached deal.

It just felt strange not telling Harrison about you. Like it was a weird secret. But at the same time, he felt oddly protective of you. Not wanting his friends to see you as some girl he was getting laid with. Or worse, a potential love interest. He knew it wasn’t going to happen. Hell would be freezing over before Tom decided on any sort of long term obligation. But he knew his friends and he knew they wouldn’t see this is a simple agreement between two friends. And he didn’t want to deal with that conversation.

Staying quiet was the better option. For his own sanity. And...well, would you care if he told anyone about this? Tom figured that was another rule he’d have to ask about. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and he knew you had a list of rules as well that he was happy to follow. As long as that meant one thing and one thing only: non-exclusive.

Harrison noticed Tom’s phone buzzing for the third time. And Tom ignored it for the third time. He checked the message with a huff of his breath before turning the screen face down on the table, going back to his lunch before he had to get back to work.

“Clingy girl?” Harrison nodded towards Tom’s phone.

Tom shook his head, “My mother was supposed to visit this weekend but you know the routine,” he mumbled into his food, not even wanting to respond to her.

“Let me guess,” Harrison began, knowing exactly where this was going since he knew Tom’s whole story inside and out. Including the bits he hated to discuss which was mainly his family, “Going skiing with Clint in Veil instead?” he questioned knowingly.

Tom scoffed out a laugh at his guess, “Surfing with Clint in Malibu but same shit,” he corrected as he tried not to let it get to him. But even Harrison could tell he was getting bothered by it once again and who could honestly blame him.

Always the same story every time no matter what and Tom grew tired of her antics. He couldn’t even blame Clint for it anymore considering she’d been this way since he was a kid before he was even in the picture. Only now she would just use him as the perfect excuse to get out of coming to visit.

He knew he shouldn’t care anymore but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t something easy for him to simply let go of. It was his mother. And no matter how many times he’d try she would always give him back the bare minimum and it always made him upset. She was his one final connection to him and she could care less about any of it, so why did Tom? It always got under his skin and he loathed that it did.

But he would still invite her. No matter how miserable it made him.

“Well at least now you’re free this weekend,” Harrison broke his thought while he gathered their garbage before they headed back to work, “The usual at The Lace Rabbit this Saturday then?” he suggested with a knowing smile to try and get Tom out of his mood.

Grabbing his phone, Tom clutched it tightly as he inhaled sharply. Knowing his change of plans meant doing his normal routine even though he was looking forward to the slight change this weekend, which now just seemed bleak to him

“Yeah,” Tom agreed as he tapped your name on his phone but hesitated when he saw his mother trying to call for a fourth time, “The usual this weekend.”

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Your chest tensed as you got into your car after your extremely long day in the office. Everything around you felt heavy and you couldn’t wait to get home as soon as you could but you found yourself still frozen in your car. Unable to move as the moments from earlier this afternoon invaded your thoughts once again while you tried your best to move in. Even though you knew you were completely grief stricken and didn’t know what the hell to do.

The promotion was yours, at least you had thought it was by the way your boss would constantly hint at it. You knew it was never a definite thing, but you were confident in the hard work you had put into your job and knew you were a top contender for the spot. You worked longer hours, took on extra tasks, you even worked on the occasional weekend to get your work done. Taking every precaution necessary to prove that you were the best fit for the role.

Everything felt like it was lining up for you. Co-workers were giving you a pat on the back for your work accomplishments, your boss was taking note of everything you were doing, and you overall felt really good about where you stood for the potential position. So imagine your surprise when you attended the big luncheon and your boss announced his undeserving son was getting the spot instead of you.

It was both nepotism and misogyny rolled into one and it made your stomach turn the longer you had thought about it. None of it made any sense and it was far from fair. You knew you were the one more deserving of the position, the whole office knew it. Even your damn boss knew but he chose his damn son over you and it felt like a stab right to your gut.

You felt so betrayed and beside yourself as you finally decided to head home. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you tried to focus on the road but you just couldn’t ignore the facts. How were you going to be able to show up and take orders now from your boss’ son? You knew the job more than he did and it felt like a huge screw you.

On your drive home, you tried to make yourself feel better by putting on some music to distract yourself but nothing helped. You felt beyond defeated and frustrated right now you didn’t know what was going to make you feel better at the moment. It felt like the world was against you. Between finding Justin with another woman and your job, you were really batting one thousand lately and you weren’t sure when you would catch a break.

Things were not going how you planned at all. The thought of just quitting your job and starting all over again crossed your mind but the fear of the unknown kept haunting you. You didn’t know which direction to go in or who to turn to for advice anymore. You were slowly drowning and you needed someone to throw you a goddamn life jacket already.

You were relieved to finally be home. Maybe some peace and quiet would make you feel a little better, you thought to yourself while you kicked your shoes off and turned some music on for yourself. Trying to put the day behind you and focus on the present moment while you got changed into more comfortable clothes to unwind.

You jumped out of your skin when you heard a knock at your door, not expecting anybody to come by right now. Pulling your hair up into a bun, you headed back towards the door and looked through the peephole. To your surprise, you weren’t really surprised at all. You were actually sort of relieved when you opened the door and saw Tom standing there holding a pizza box.

“That better have extra cheese,” you asked with a narrowed expression while you invited him inside with the pizza that he would always bring you even in normal times.

Placing the box on the kitchen table, Tom opened it with a grin as he showed you the pizza pie with cheese practically oozing from the crusts, “Figured it was an extra toppings sort of day,” he admitted, knowing he really needed the escape from reality. Even if it was just a pizza.

“Tell me about it,” you sighed as you grabbed a piece closest to you as Tom handed you a paper plate. You headed over towards your refrigerator to grab you both a few beers while Tom leaned up against your kitchen counter as he devoured his slice, “I’m guessing you had a bad day judging by your pizza presentation?” knowing there wasn’t really any particular reason he’d be coming over with it today. Unless if he wanted something?

You slowed your pace back from the fridge wondering if he was going to pick up on how you were feeling. You weren’t entirely sure if you wanted him to notice. Whenever you and Tom had a pizza night it was merely to gossip about your lunatic neighbors or watch a game together. You talked about casual things but never really gone into depth or prying into each other’s lives. Why did it feel like suddenly you wanted something different? Would sex change that much in your friendship?

“We can just ignore that...we don’t have to talk about unimportant stuff,” you waved it off. Tom didn’t need to hear about your miserable day. And you didn’t want to pry into his.

He swallowed the last bite of his slice, “If something makes you upset, it’s not unimportant,” he noted. But when he noticed you just looking at him, he raised his hands in surrender. “Ignore my philosophical ass. But I’d like to hear about your day, you know,” he laughed it off.

What the hell was he doing? He thought to himself. Don’t let personal shit ruin this. Enjoy her company. That’s it.

“I didn’t get the promotion,” you told him. You had mentioned to Tom a while ago that your boss was hinting at it but you never went into detail with him about it. You weren’t used to Tom actually wanting to be open or the other way around. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly surprised Tom even gave a crap about stuff like this.

Tom frowned at your answer and he felt his heart sink a bit when you told him the truth about your bad day. He didn’t know much about your job but he was sure you were a hard worker. He saw how much you loved your job and how passionate you were about it when it would come up. You would share upcoming projects with him from time to time and he would see the look on your face whenever you explained them to him. So hearing that you were passed by for a promotion was upsetting to him.

“I...shit, Y/N,” he put his pizza down as he walked over towards to give you a hug. Sliding his hands around your waist he pulled you into him as he felt you relax against his chest, “You didn’t deserve that,” he added softly.

You allowed Tom to embrace you, his warmness comforting you a bit before you pulled away and started crying when telling him about your boss’ son getting the job instead of you. Making you laugh by calling him every name in the book, you and Tom finally found a common ground as you kept venting to him.

Tom pulled away slowly, his hand resting at your chin while he licked his lips, “You’re boss sounds like a fucking prick, I hope you know that,” he told you reassuringly. The small smile you formed when he spoke made him want to keep making you feel better, “I’m glad you’re smiling,” he blushed at his confession.

Stretching your mouth wider, you flashed Tom a playful yet overly wide grin to deflect the attention he gave to you. The two of you laughed as Tom pulled away with a loud chuckle, shaking his head at your sudden silliness, “That has to be the most hideous smile. But we’ll work on it,” he told you through his laughter.

You rolled your eyes before going back to your pizza, giving Tom a look as you nudged him, “Not gonna tell me about what happened to you?” you finally asked.

Tom tensed as he tried to brush it off with a simple shrug into his pizza. The thought of his mother’s texts and ridiculous apologies and excuses continued to drive him crazy as he mumbled into his bite, “It’s stupid shit,” he told you as he swallowed the crust he was chewing, “Mom stuff, not important,” he added bluntly.

You could see the look on his face and could tell it was important to him but you didn’t want to force him to talk about it. Tom was never one to bring up his family ever to you and that was the first time you had ever heard him even mention his mother. He never spoke of his father, at least to you, so you just assumed both were out of his life for whatever reason and it was none of your business to ask.

And Tom refused to admit it but he wanted you to ask about him. Spending hours upon hours at bars, turning his focus always onto the girl; because he knew no girl would ever want to go home with a self righteous, egotistical guy. It was never something Tom minded to do, especially with complete strangers who he would never open up to in a million years. It might have been the recent development he had with you but there was something refreshing he felt around you and as much as it freaked him out, he didn’t seem to mind.

But diving into his mommy issues with you now seemed too much to deal with right now. You were dealing with more than enough problems with your job and your miserable ex-boyfriend, he figured you didn’t need to hear his bitching right now anyway. He came here to get away from those shitty thoughts, not open those wounds further.

Tom came here for a distraction.

Licking his lips, Tom perked up as he looked at you fervidly, “Wanna have sex?” he asked matter of factly. He figured he didn’t need to beat around the bush since you had your arrangement but maybe he was a bit too direct with his request. Tom cleared his throat as he tried to save the night, “I-I mean, I just figured since we both had shitty days that maybe we could uhm-”

“Thought you’d never ask,” you cut him off with a smirk and you perked up as well, nodding as you smoothed out your hair. Standing back up as you turned your back towards him, removing your shirt in the process, “Let’s go,” you called over your shoulder as you headed towards your room.

“Oh, we’re jumping right in,” Tom mumbled to himself as he practically fell off his chair to follow you into your room, tossing his shirt beside yours as he practically froze already seeing you completely undressed, “Christ…” he breathed out while taking you in.

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to him, bringing your lips to his now bare shoulder, “You’re really acting like you haven’t seen me like this the other day?” You laughed against his skin while you began to suck a bruise against him, hearing him let out a gasp while your hand snaked into his pants sneakily, “Beginning to really like this whole friends with benefits thing we have,” you laughed as you found Tom’s lips.

Practically growling into your kiss, Tom lifted you up and lowered you onto your back on your bed. His lips traveled from yours, to your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button as you moaned quietly before he brought himself down between your thighs. His lips peppering your inner thigh before he got straight to the point because this whole arrangement meant no foreplay. Another plus for Tom.

“Darling, I think you may be the best friend I’ve ever had,” Tom breathed out a laugh as he pressed his tongue flatly against your clit. Sliding two of his fingers into your core while he slowly pumped in and out of you, “This is what got me through my day today,” he told you before he brought his mouth back to your core.

You arched your back while your fingers went towards Tom’s curls. His name began to fall from your lips while he lapped his tongue carefully, letting it slip inside of you as he continued to tease you with his mouth. His fingers sliding into you again, adding a third as he moaned against your center; allowing the vibrations to roll throughout your entire body.

“Mmm, oh, fuck...!” you cried out, yanking gently against Tom’s hair as you felt the coil beginning to burn from inside of you. Biting your lip to stifle another moan, “Fuck...yo-you’re really good at that,” you breathed out with a small laugh which turned into a whimper.

With his head peering up at you, Tom flashed you a cocky smile with a playful wink as he licked your folds teasingly, “Did you seriously doubt my abilities to make you cum with my mouth, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow while pumping his fingers now tantalizingly slow, “You’re gonna pay for that comment,” he said to you.

“Just...shut up and make me cum, Tom,” you told him through another gasp as you felt his teeth drag teasingly against your already throbbing bud. His lips wrapped around it as he sucked more harshly, doing exactly as you had asked him to do, “Ungh...oh god, okay. Yeah, keep doing that,” you instructed as you began to grind your hips against his mouth.

Tom took it as a challenge and picked up his pace, beginning to flick your clit faster while he continuously sucked on it. His three fingers now entirely coated in your warmth as he felt you clenching around them. His pants feeling tighter from his hard on while he knelt at the end of your bed trying to bring you to where he wanted.

His free hand splayed against your stomach, holding you in place while he felt you trying to squirm around from the way he was making you feel. Rubbing your clit in between his breaths, Tom looked up at you as he licked a solid stripe down your center, “Let out how you’re feeling from today and cum for me, Y/N,” Tom commanded.

Your eyes shut as you did exactly what Tom had suggested. Completely coming undone from beneath him while you released as much of the tension from earlier as you possibly could but in the most amazing way. Your eyes rolled back into your head while your back arched as Tom’s tongue continued to work you up while you were at your highest point.

Letting out a breathy laugh as you started to come down from it, feeling Tom begin to kiss his way back up your stomach with a smug look, “Don’t give me that look,” you rolled your eyes at his cockiness as his tongue traced along your neck, “I could do what you just did to myself, you know,” you tried to knock him off his high horse a bit while he pretended to be wounded from your words.

“Ah, but you didn’t. Did you?” Tom reminded you as his lips found yours. His hands still in between your thighs as he brought them between you both, showing you his coated fingers while he tasted you off of them, “Tastes like I made you cum because you wanted me to,” his smugness only elevated as he pushed himself off of you as he laid on his back on your bed.

“Need I remind you that you came to my place like a porno with a pizza looking to get laid,” you retaliated as you shifted so you were now hovering over him. Your hands guiding towards his belt buckle to get him out of his restraintive pants. The pleading look on his face made you just as smug, “Sounds like you want me to do just about the same thing, am I right or am I right?” you sang in his ear.

Tom helped you get the rest of his pants and boxers off, feeling himself spring out as he stared back at you with uncertainty, “Did you...just call me a porn star?” he questioned as the two of you let out a laugh.

“You wish, Tommy,” you teased as you ran your tongue down his abs, placing small and open kisses against his stomach as you made your way down to his legs while your hand carefully gripped his hardened length, your thumb running the pre-cum around his tip while you already heard him gasping for you.

Gripping your bedsheets with one hand, Tom reached around to create a makeshift ponytail to hold your hair. Cussing under his breath as he watched your mouth wrap around his tip, swirling your tongue around it while your eyes searched for his. He was really trying to hold it together but you were already driving him crazy.

“Let’s see what you got, Y/N,” Tom challenged you with a heavy breath as he tightened his grip around your hair, “Sometimes, girls think they know exactly what to do but-OH FUCK!”

His words were lost as soon as your mouth went straight down to his base. Suctioning as hard as you could before coming back up his cock painfully slow. Moaning your name as his chest began to heave, Tom felt his thighs start to quiver from under you. Even just watching the way you were working on him was enough to make him whimper right now.

“Fuck...okay, yeah I take that back,” Tom gasped as his nose crinkled up while his other hand white knuckled the sheets, “God, your mouth is fucking perfect. Why haven’t we done any of this shit before?” he was in such a fucked out haze, he wasn’t even sure if anything he was saying made any sense at all. But he felt his stress from earlier going away finally. Even if this was just a short state of bliss, he was grateful for it anyway.

“You really want me to answer that or would you just prefer me to keep sucking your dick?” you sassed while you kitten licked his tip. You watched from the end of the bed as Tom bucked his hips into your mouth to try and get more contact from your lips but you pulled away from him and just kept licking his tip.

God, you were good, Tom thought to himself.

‘K-keep going,” Tom finally breathed out, flinging his head against the pillow to brace for the impact.

Hollowing your cheeks, you pushed yourself all the way down his cock. Your tongue flicking the base in between as you began to feel him throb inside of your mouth. You could tell he was close so you moaned softly into his cock, watching as Tom shuddered from the sensation you just sent through him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tom cried out, moaning your name as he rutted his hips into your mouth. His pupils blacked as he felt the heat rising in his body, “Shit...I’m gonna cum, Y/N,” he warned as you pulled away, running your hand down his shaft as he began to come undone for you.

His warmth spilled out into your hand and down his cock while he let go finally. The stress somewhat leaving his body as it did yours while the euphoric high peaked for him. Your lips crashed against his while his tongue parted your lips to find yours, tangling them together as he moaned against your mouth while riding out his high finally.

You waited for Tom to catch his breath before you smiled against his lips, placing a small peck against them as you pulled away with an even bigger grin, “Yeah, you’re welcome,” you gave him the same arrogant tone he gave to you moments earlier before you pecked his lips again.

After taking some time to get yourselves together mixed with the continuous fooling around underneath the sheets, you and Tom finally decided to get up and end the night. Even though he didn’t want to leave, he knew he probably shouldn’t overstay. Primarily, Tom was adamant about never spending the night at a girl’s place that he slept with. That made things complicated and he didn’t want complicated. But since you and him had rules to not make things messy, he wasn’t sure if that applied to you. For now, he wanted to play it safe so he got himself dressed again.

You pulled on an oversized t-shirt, realizing both of your hair looked a mess. Luckily you were already home and Tom was down the hall so it didn’t really matter. You wanted to say something to Tom, that you were thankful he came by tonight. You were thankful even before sex was on the table. It felt nice to have him as an ally to swing by with a pizza when he didn’t even know you needed that.

“...is it weird to say I’m glad you came by?” you gestured towards your bedroom while you walked with him out into the kitchen where the half eaten pizza was left, “I know we haven’t really made too many rules about it but…” you trailed off with a nervous laugh as you smiled at him awkwardly.

“Like we said, zero weirdness,” Tom reminded you as he padded his way over to you. He grabbed a leftover crust from the box and shoved it in his mouth, clearly starving already from the workout you had just given him. He smiled while he chewed lazily, his mouth still filled with pizza crumbs, “But I’m happy to come by when we have shit days...and make you cum as well,” he smirked deviously.

The door opened as you smiled back, “Doesn’t have to be just bad days, you know. We could...screw whenever we feel like it,” you told him, hoping that it wasn’t too much.

“Did you just say screw?” he whipped his head towards you with a loud laugh.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll just leave you to the girls who leave you unsatisfied then,” you fought back.

Tom leaned against the door with his mouth gaped open, “They do not...leave me...unsatisfied?” he questioned himself, knowing that that was true, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“Then why are you here?” you placed a hand on your hip, feeling the smile pulling at your lips while you messed around with him. You certainly weren’t in this mood earlier before Tom came around.

Pressing his lips together, Tom rolled his eye at you, “Fine...we can screw...whenever,” he leaned in closer to you with his eyes big as he mimicked your voice when you said it, “As long as we keep this thing strictly what we intended, you can use me whenever you need, Y/N,” and he meant it.

You didn’t back away when he sealed his words with a soft kiss, paired with his trademark grin. Tom pulled away slowly, taking in the moment as he wished you a goodnight quietly before kissing you against the cheek, “Like I said, best friend I ever had,” he said softly once again.

“Am I interrupting something?” A voice broke from behind the two of you. Both of your eyes widened towards each other as you both simultaneously pivoted your heads towards the staircase where the voice was coming from.

Tom closed his eyes with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to ignore Harrison staring at the two of you with a crooked grin. Making it known to Tom that explaining this was going to be a lot tougher than he had imagined.

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Rehearsals (Part One)

Based on this request: “Reader is a witch who is directing the Beacon Hills High School musical. Isaac has a crush on the reader. He wants to get closer to her and figures the best way to do that is to help with something behind the scenes.”

masterlist / part two

You can feel your tension growing with every second that you just sit here and think. There are too many variables in the task ahead of you, too many people with too many options to do wrong by you. It’s very important that you get this right, you just don’t know that you can. It’s strange- you’re literally a witch, with magic flowing through her fingertips whenever you wish it so. You live in a town where werewolves, banshees, and kitsunes are just a part of your regular friend group, yet the thought of having to direct a musical at your high school is enough to completely throw you off of your rhythm.

Lydia Martin, one of your closest friends, grimaces at you in sympathy from across the table. “Already overthinking it?” You sigh. “A little. Okay, a lot. I mean, I love theatre and directing is going to be so much fun, I just know that it’s going to be a lot of work and I’m worried about that. Can you really blame me?” Lydia scoffs. “Y/N, I’ve seen you suspend werewolves in midair with your magic. I think you can handle this.”

You roll your eyes. “There’s a difference between being able to use my magic in times of stress and having to manage a whole bunch of high school theatre kids without any spells whatsoever.” Lydia tilts her head to the side, acknowledging this. “Okay, you’re not wrong. So, what’s the plan? I know you’ve got something in mind.”

You can’t help but let a slow smile cross your face as you think of the months ahead of you. “Actually, I do have a plan. Auditions just happened, and I know a few kids who will be just great in the leading roles. I would love to perform myself, but you know just as well as I do that me and a stage and dozens of people watching me just doesn’t work. So…” You end up talking about the upcoming show with Lydia as you walk to class, going over every detail, even those that you haven’t completely thought through yet.

You do this every year- every time you stress over directing the musical, every year Lydia’s there to reassure you that it will all be fine. Honestly, sometimes you think you should just install her as co-director, from all the advice and talks you have with her. She might know the inner workings of every production better than some of the stage crew, and her opinions on costuming and set design and makeup have come in handy more than a couple of times.

Yes, you’re definitely keeping up with everything musical-related. It’s your job, after all, and to be honest, it’s easier to focus on this than the constant power struggle between supernaturals in Beacon Hills and the hunters. You’re a supernatural yourself- a witch, the same as your family and the rest of your coven. You were Lydia’s friend before you were Scott’s, although the second you heard about his status as a werewolf, you were more than willing to help out. You’ve been using your magic ever since, to take down hunters, save your friends, and basically do whatever you can to make sure that Scott McCall and his pack make it out alive from whatever skirmish they find themselves in, a fate that seems to befall them time and time again.

As you walk inside the school, still talking excitedly with Lydia, you fail to notice the blond boy watching you from the parking lot, the one with a soft smile on his face as he looks at you.

Isaac feels like he’s been knocked out cold. Again. He just can’t help it- every time he goes to school, intending as always to go along with whatever plan Derek’s lined up for him about intimidating Scott and his friends and trying to get Lydia Martin to tell them about the identity of the kanima, he can’t help but get distracted. Isaac’s not thinking about danger from a hunter attack, or anything supernatural at all. No, he can’t stop thinking about one girl in particular- Y/N L/N.

She’s walking with Lydia to class now, actually, smiling earnestly as she talks through something. Judging by what Isaac’s picked up from when he coincidentally sits next to them in class or at lunch, it’s probably about the school’s latest musical, which Y/N happens to be directing. Honestly, Isaac doesn’t think there’s a single thing about Y/N L/N that doesn’t impress him.

He’s been sitting on his feelings for a while now, not sure when or how to tell Y/N how he feels. In truth, Isaac sometimes isn’t sure that he should say anything at all- from what he can tell, Y/N is human, and he’s afraid that by getting any closer to her, he’ll be risking her life in the grand game of pack-hunter rivalries. If he got her killed, Isaac would never forgive himself. He also would never forgive himself if he went all this time without ever talking to her, so there’s that.

At the end of the day, Isaac is about to collect his things and go home when he hears music emanating from the school’s auditorium. Curious, he heads over, peeking his head in the door and walking inside once he sees the source of the commotion. They’re doing a rehearsal for the musical, with all of the different performers running through a particularly difficult number. Y/N sits a few rows from the front, holding a clipboard and occasionally taking notes on what’s working well and what needs to be changed.

All of a sudden, Isaac gets the feeling that this just might be his chance to get closer to Y/N. She’s super involved with the musical, right? If he plays his cards just right, he might be able to use this to bridge the gap between them. So, he heads further down into the auditorium, past the rows of empty seats until he’s sitting at the other end of a row from Y/N. It only takes her a little while to notice that he’s there, and a furrow creases her brow before she gestures absentmindedly at the performers, telling them to take a water break.

Y/N walks over to him now, arms folded across her chest. “What are you doing here?” Isaac shrugs. “I was curious as to what was going on. Should I not be here?” She still looks suspicious. “Not a good enough reason. I know things are going on between Scott’s pack and Derek’s, so if you think I’m going to believe that you’re just here for fun, you’re going to have to try a little harder.” Isaac grimaces. He knows exactly how this looks, he just doesn’t know how to make Y/N realize that he isn’t there on Derek’s orders.

“Maybe I just wanted to see you. I don’t know a whole lot about you, you know.” This appears to be the wrong thing to say- Isaac can practically watch Y/N draw away from him and into herself, as if afraid that he’s going to find out a secret that she very much wants to keep. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m friends with Scott and the others, nothing more.” Isaac holds up his hands defensively. “I’m not implying anything. I just want to be involved in the musical. I figured it would be good for me to have a few hobbies that didn’t involve attacking people with claws and fangs every full moon.”

Y/N regards him suspiciously for a few more seconds, then shrugs and turns away. “Whatever, your funeral. We could use someone on the lighting. If you get bored of it, I won’t be surprised.” Isaac can’t help but grin triumphantly, matching her pace as they had to the lighting booth. “I would never dream of it.” Y/N pulls a copy of the musical’s script from some corner of the auditorium, passing it over to him. Isaac makes sure that their hands touch on the exchange, smile broadening when Y/N looks away as if embarrassed.

It turns out Isaac’s job with the lighting is really easy- all he has to do is press a few buttons at the start of some of the musical numbers and he’ll be good to go. There’s technically already a lighting guy to handle the more complex stuff, but Y/N says that it’ll be good to have another pair of hands and eyes up in the booth, so he does whatever she says. The rehearsal lasts a few hours after that, until the sun is beginning to sink beneath the horizon and it’s way past time for dinner.

Isaac sees this as yet another chance to come his way, so he casually walks over to Y/N as she’s packing up her bags. “It’s late, you know. What do you say we had to that diner a block or so over and get something to eat?” Y/N hesitates, but not for long. Evidently Isaac’s proven himself worthy during rehearsals. “Alright, but if you try any wolf stuff I’ll stab you with my butter knife.” Isaac laughs. “Consider me warned.” He can’t help but feel lucky.

You don’t know how to feel about all of this. This is wrong, isn’t it? You’ve heard enough from Scott, Lydia, and the others to know better than to trust any member of Derek’s pack. Yet here you are, sitting opposite Isaac Lahey in the old diner, casually eating dinner together as if you’ve been together all your lives. To be honest, it feels surprisingly normal, like this is just another weekend activity with a friend.

As you sit there, looking over at Isaac from across the table, you can’t help but wonder if he might not have an ulterior motive after all, if he really is just there to get to know you better. You watch the way his eyes light up when he laughs, the dishevelment of his blond curls that makes you want to reach across the table and move it ever so slightly out of his face. If you didn’t know better, you’d say that you were falling for him. You suppose that’s why you don’t hesitate when Isaac asks if you’ll do this again at the next rehearsal, and why your heart does a slow loop in your chest when he looks up at you, beaming, after you say yes.

That’s how it is for the next few weeks- Isaac shows up at rehearsals, even when he doesn’t have to be there for lighting, he walks with you to the diner, you get dinner together. At some point, he stopped having to ask, and the two of you would simply meet up, already knowing what to do without having to put it into words. You’re not sure when you gave him this much free rein over your heart, only that you don’t believe that you will ever get it back.

You’re staying late now, after school on a day when rehearsals are not held. You’re trying to fix the latest lighting display after some accident involving a freshman boy and too much shaking of an already volatile soda can knocked some of the lights sideways, but it’s harder to fix than you’d first thought. You’re standing on your toes now, trying and failing to connect a wire to the last of the lights, when the offending bit of plastic and metal is suddenly lifted from your hands and fastened to the string of bulbs with ease.

When you turn around, Isaac is grinning shamelessly at you. “You didn’t have to do that, you know. I had it covered.” He appears unaffected by this. “I know you did. I was just making sure that you didn’t have to prove it.” Isaac scratches the back of his head, staring up at the tall rows of lights. “How’d you even get them up there in the first place? I know all of this is new, and some of them are so high up that I don’t even know if I could get them with a ladder.”

You hesitate for a second. You know exactly how the lights ended up there, after you snuck back into the school late one night when the security cameras were surreptitiously pointed away from you. You’d been able to use your magic to get them all up, but you can’t exactly tell Isaac that. On second thought, actually, you can- if you didn’t trust him before, you most certainly trust him now.

So, you spread your hands, nodding up at the lights. “This is how.” All of a sudden, the metal supports connecting the lights peel down towards you, moving like a snake despite the previous rigidity of the materials. You let the row of lights hover by your hand for a second, then with a flick of your fingers, direct it back where it had been before. You glance over at Isaac, nervous as to how he’ll respond, but he’s just grinning like a schoolboy seeing a magic trick for the first time. “That’s amazing, Y/N?”

You can’t help but laugh. “Really?” He nods. “Really. Just like you.” Now you feel like you’re one of the lights from before, this time caught under his spell instead of yours. Isaac notices this, taking a step closer to you until you’re only a few inches away. His hand reaches up to cup the side of your face, and then he’s kissing you. There’s a feeling in your chest like a firework, and you kiss him back.

Now Isaac’s sure of it- he really is one of the luckiest werewolves to ever cross this side of Beacon Hills. Maybe even among humans, too. It’s opening night now, time to see what Y/N’s hard work has produced over the past few months. In truth, Isaac’s a little disappointed that it’s time to finally watch the show- he’s been enjoying the rehearsals a lot more than he thought he ever would, probably because it means he can keep sneaking glances at Y/N, the beautiful girl he can now actually call his girlfriend.

Isaac’s proud of the crowd streaming into the auditorium, although he knows that he had a fairly large hand in getting them together as well. He threatened and cajoled, requested and coerced everyone he knew into going. Across the room, Isaac can see Scott, Lydia, and Stiles sitting down together. Erica, Boyle, and Derek are lingering in the back. However, he doesn’t go to any of them, choosing instead to walk up to Y/N and take his seat beside her. Isaac reaches over and takes her hand as the lights dim, squeezing it once. This is her pet project, after all. It’s best to support directors during their times of crisis.

In the end, it turns out that none of them have to worry at all. The musical goes off without a single misstep, the entire thing perfect. Isaac keeps glancing over at Y/N, unable to keep a smile off his face. She has this little look of concentration she gets as she watches the show, as if silently running through a check list of all the hardest moments and places where her actors and actresses could mess up. It’s pretty cute, actually.

They walk back out together, breathing in the cool night air with relief. Isaac meets up with the two packs later, noting with grudging appreciation that Derek isn’t trying to tear anyone’s throat out quite yet. In fact, the usually dour wolf almost looks happy, as if he’s been enjoying himself. Strange. Isaac clears his throat. “So, what did we think?” Despite asking this question to the group, Isaac can’t take his eyes off of Y/N, watching her face light up as all of the friends tell her how much they liked the show. Even Derek says something about how it wasn’t that bad, which for him is a stellar compliment.

Isaac would not mind staying with Y/N for the entire night, but soon enough one of her friends is calling her over and she’s jogging away after leaving him with a goodbye kiss. Isaac watches her go, then turns back to face the rest of his friends. Lydia’s nodding in solemn acceptance. “You’re good together. I hate to say it, but you are.” Isaac can’t help but laugh. “That’s high praise. I’ll take it.” The pack is starting to filter away into the night, talking quietly about this and that. Isaac watches it all with a smile. They did this together, didn’t they? Y/N and him, together. That’s all he wants.

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Tokyo to France

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1.6k words; Office date [1/6]

Gojou Satoru is many things. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer, an official title which is proven often to be true; humanity's ray of light in the fight against cursed spirits—see the "strongest sorcerer" bit; a teacher at the Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu Specialty High School even though most, if not all, of the Sorcerers Exclusive don't really approve of him; and a total bother.

He has an aloof and laid-back aura, indicating he doesn’t really care about much other than his missions and his occupation as a teacher. He’s whimsical and spontaneous, sometimes selfish in the extreme, putting his desires—like his all-too-often snack breaks—first ahead of anything, except for critical situations. And even then he might still not come. Add his total disregard for higher-ups who pretend to see the “bigger picture”, and there’s a lot of reasons why everyone he’s ever met—well, most of everyone since the newest kid Itadori is yet to experience the full "Gojou's shitty antics" ride just yet but it'll come soon, you can tell—are often annoyed by him.

And the one person who experiences this more than anyone is you, who's currently suffering under his relentless chatter after another successful mission. He always does this, like you’re the only person in the world he can talk to (read: bother).

You don't have anything specific against the man, he’s usually a good friend and a welcomed fellow sweets enthusiast, it's just that you're currently behind on your assigned paperwork and he's a great distraction. His tales are often laced with humour and he has a natural knack for storytelling. The fact that Gojou has a nice, soothing voice which beckons for your attention is also a factor. If you didn't have work you'd be fully invested in his recount but as previously discussed, he has shitty antics and one of those is not particularly caring about whether the other person is busy or not.

He keeps talking and words like “egg tart”, “Shibuya” and “internationally famous” slip through your defence, forcing your brain to block out the lengthy paragraphs on the report and enticing you to listen to him. After a while, you decide that this is getting nowhere. You can’t remember the last couple of paragraphs and Gojou is usually relentless, but you can hear his voice weakening just a bit as you pretend to ignore him.

Resigning yourself from the work and leaning back onto the chair, you make pseudo-eye contact with him. He seems to brighten up just a bit when you do so, the strength of his voice returning. That makes a ghost of a smile appear on your lips. You'll just have to pull an all-nighter after your dinner with Ken-chan.

Gojou always has great stories about his trips everywhere, both in Japan and overseas. Having a teleportation skill is incredibly useful, you realise with envy. If only I had his inherited techniques is a thought which pervades your mind often.

"And I was so close to getting the egg tart but the person in front of me bought the last one! I waited for an hour! For nothing!" The story is topped off with a small pout as he slouches on the chair, chin sitting on the backrest. You laugh, amused at the sudden change of mood. Only he could go from happy and light-hearted to gloomy and dejected in a breath, jokingly or not.

An easy conversation flows between the two of you as you finally disregard your work, chin resting on your palm and eyes crinkling with laughter.

It’s nice like this. He’s been coming around the office more lately, sometimes armed with sweets and sometimes with an agenda to whisk your time away for his use because he’s bored. It’s mostly fine because a person to talk to is welcomed after a couple of hours by yourself, staring at lit screens until you can feel your eyes die off. You once got a scare because everything had a weird white outline when you finally diverted your eyes from the screen. In a sense, he was keeping your sight safe. He smiled when you said that, replying “Glad I can be of service!” before rattling off another description of a strawberry cheesecake he found in Belgium.

“It must be so nice, being able to teleport places. It takes me so much time just to travel within Japan, honestly such a bother. And I can’t really go overseas either with so many tasks to do with all the cursed spirits running around.” Sighing, you slouch on the desk and bury your face in your arms, missing how Gojou’s lips immediately quirk up.

“I can take you there, you know.” Your head shoots up at that, staring at him with wide eyes. “I can take you anywhere. How about France? We’ll be there in the blink of an eye. We can spend a couple of hours there, eat as many pastries as we want to and just snap right back here. What do you say?” His foot taps on the ground repeatedly, like he’s nervous or agitated. Is he in a hurry or something?

Well, it doesn’t take you long to come to a decision. The offer sounds nice. Really, really nice.

It’s been a while since you had a break. Not like you can take a long one since cursed spirits are unpredictable in their appearances and need constant attention so that civilian casualties don’t occur. Which means the workflow never stops coming. A trip to pastry country sounds amazing.

“Sure, that sounds good. We need to set up a ti—”

“Gojou-sensei!”

The door slams open, the sound echoing through the hallway and the office. Gojou’s new student, Itadori Yuuji, leans on the door while gasping for breaths.

“Hey, Yuuji! What’s the rush?”

“We’re supposed to be training! I was waiting in the room for the past 10 minutes!” A quick glance at the clock indicates 6:40 and you finally notice the sun setting over the mountains. The fading light paints the room in a golden warmth, which makes you wonder why you didn’t notice how fast time was flying. Probably because you were too invested in your conversation with your friend.

Who is now picking himself up from the chair and putting up theatrics by brushing off non-existent dust from his pants. Small giggles escape at his antics. A glance at Itadori tells you he’s close to dying from either dehydration or exhaustion. He must have run all over the campus trying to find Gojou. You wonder why he doesn’t just use his phone. You do live in the fifth technological age and sort of expect a teenager like him to be able to use one.

“Itadori-kun, do you want some water?” Rising out of your seat, you reach for a cup but Gojou’s hand stops it by covering yours. He twists your hand in his and interlaces his fingers with yours.

“No, it’s fine. We’re going to go now. Think about the time and date, okay? Keep in mind the time difference.” He gives the connected hand a slight jiggle as a farewell, skipping out of the room with a bright “Goodnight!” He’s initiating a lot more physical contact recently. Wonder what that’s about.

Itadori watches the scene unfold from the doorway, jaw slack. His eyes follow Gojou but as soon as he’s out of the room, they snap to you. He stares at you so intensely that it looks like his eyes are going to pop out of its sockets pretty soon. You have no idea why he’s staring at you like this and why he’s not following his teacher. It’s like he’s frozen solid in his spot.

Some—read all—of his students sometimes complain about his walking speed, how he purposefully uses his leg length as an advantage and briskly walks on ahead, leaving them in the dust. Some—again, read: all—of your co-workers said the same thing as well. You asked him about it one day and he replied with a great big smile, “I just do it for fun!” He doesn’t do it to you, though. It’s weird because he does it at least once to everyone else you ever met, even your own brother, despite him being only a few centimetres shorter than Gojou. It apparently played a part in his reluctance to partner up with him. Or just generally hang out with him. You wish he’d give Gojou a chance, he’s not that bad once you get to know him.

Hm, maybe I just don’t have an interesting enough reaction for him. Am I not interesting? Is it a really weird and backhanded way of telling me I’m boring? The train of thoughts takes off, expanding and multiplying until you realise Itadori is still imitating a befuddled statue.

You stare at him. He stares back. He doesn’t break eye contact. This is a really weird thing to think right now but he would absolutely crush everyone at a staring contest.

“Itadori-kun? Don’t you need to go?” That seems to startle him out of his stupor.

“Ah, ye—yes! Sorry for interrupting!” Before you can assure him that there was nothing to interrupt, the poor boy stumbles out of the room and also manages to bonk his head on the door and wall no less than twice. Yelps of “I’m okay!” and “Don’t worry!” followed by his running stops you from checking up on him.

“Man, Gojou must really have his hands full taking care of such a clumsy boy. Thank God Fushiguro is a bit more calmer. Now, where and when should we go… Probably should find out the time difference like he said… Oh! Maybe I can invite Shouko and Ken-chan to come along! They need to get out and have a holiday as well. I’m sure Gojou won’t mind if I invite them.”

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