If The Sun Don’t Rise | Haymitch Abernathy x Reader
Summary: Haymitch Abernathy was a goner the moment you shot an arrow at his head, narrowly missing and instead effectively striking his heart all the same. His sunshine. His songbird. But the sun never sets on the reaping, and songbirds seldom live to see freedom in Panem.
Or
In which you and Haymitch are one great, big tragedy.
Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x Everdeen!reader
Warnings: set during SOTR so, uh, spoilers, reader has a nickname, canon typical violence and death, institutional abuse, alcohol abuse, mental illness, depression, suicidal ideation.
A/N: this is an incredibly impulsive fic so please bear with me. Reader will be written with the implication of being non-white. Largely due to the lack of inclusivity in THG fics, and to the fact that the Everdeen family and Covey are heavily coded as non-white in the books. (RIP movie Burdock and Katniss Everdeen.) However, I will not be specifying any one exact race so everyone is welcome to read!
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Playlist | writing all over the wall
Table of Contents
Part One, House of the Rising Sun
Chapter One | Let Me Rise
Chapter Two | Lost to the Promise Land
Chapter Three | Lessons in Regret
Chapter Four | My Pulse is Clear
Chapter Five | All the Restless People
Chapter Six | No Stranger to the Wind
Part Two, Ain’t No Love in the Heat of the Sun
Chapter Seven | Meet Me at Your Worst
Chapter Eight | Nobody Sings on Empty
Chapter Nine | Leave Me Here on the Other Side
Chapter Ten | Blinded by the Sight
Chapter Eleven | Before the Dawn of Separation
Chapter Twelve | Never Meant to Cause You Any Pain
Summary: You never really noticed Joel before, to you he was just your older neighbor, your friend’s father until one day you realized....huh…he’s hot..
age gap, size difference, bush option, curly/kinky hair option, adult reader, joel is hung, joel is a top, theres a plot i swear, Joel x BIWOC reader,Joel whimpers, Joel moans, Joel is HUNG, Joel is an eater
18+ content
masterlist
A promise to my readers
Your family got to Jackson two years before your neighbors Joel and Ellie did, besides the obvious nothing much stood out about them. At the time you and Ellie were around the same age. Much to her protest Ellie started going to classes at the school in Jackson, as the years went on the two of you got close. So did you parents and Joel. Although your favorite activity together was doing anything to see the vein on his forehead pop out. Other than pulling pranks on him or seeing him in passing in the hallways during sleepovers, you never really noticed him. As time went on Ellie and you left school and got jobs around Jackson. Joel and Ellie did patrol together and you start learning everything about medicine and healing from the doctor on the commune. You loved it all, it was hard work but it felt nice doing good around the commune. You were only 25 and on track to finishing up before 30, fast learner as always Joel had been a carpenter before the outbreak and still does fix things around Jackson whenever he could.
Studying the material was stressing you out so when your parents weren’t home one night, you decided it would be good to take a warm hot bath. It was winter, your dad was on patrol with Tommy and your mom was still at the library helping sort out the massive supply of salvaged books that just came from the latest supply run. There you were, in your bathroom in the tub soaking up the nice hot water, the bubbles on your smooth brown skin, your long (curly/kinky/protective hair style) hair still wet from washing it before filling the tub. It was just what you needed although a nice glass of cherry wine would be great. You got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around yourself and went to the door to go downstairs
“Fuck” you curse under your breathe as you realize the door wont open, stuck from the cold bitter winters of Jackson messing with the wood. You try a few more times and it wont budge and your parents won't be home until much later,you try not to panic but it's hard not to when you're stuck in the bathroom home alone. You look out the window across the street to Joel and Ellie’s place, hoping to catch Ellie before remembering she’s spending the night at DIna’s. About to give up hope before you notice Joel and his horse pulling in. He had been doing repairs around the commune, you’d never normally let him see you like this but desperate times call for desperate measures. You open the window and shout for him.
“MR MILLER!” waving your arm with one hand and holding the towel up with another. “MR MILLER HELP!”
He looks up and shouts “ Y/N ARE YOU OKAY WHATS GOIN ON” his southern drawl thick with worry.
“Y/N you alright in there babygirl?” panting from running over and thick with worry
“THE DOOR IS STUCK I- PLEASE” your face goes a bit red from the embarrassment and the cold hitting your face as your heavy breathing is visible in the air.
Joel without second thought grabs his tool bag and runs over, using the spare key he had been given in case of emergencies.
His hurried steps, the heavy boots echo in the empty home as he made his way upstairs and into your room where he knocked on the door.
“Yeah, Mr. Miller I- I just got stuck i was taking a bath-” you hear him clear his throat.
“Oh um i- okay sweetheart um well make yourself decent and i- um i’ll get to working on this door here soon alright honey?” you can hear the awkwardness in his voice
“I- Im decent im decent!” you shout
Joel starts working on the door you stand there shivering a bit from being out of the tub, waiting to be rescued from a stuck door. It felt like forever but eventually he got the door open.
It was like time froze….there he was standing there, sweaty, tools in his hand and panting from prying the door open…….
Woah…..is…is Mr.Miller hot? You stood there wet and nude besides a towel hair dripping wet staring at him, you look him up and down
The salt and pepper of his hair, the aging of his mature skin, the stubble on his face, his tight shirt over his dad bod…..omigod he has a dad bod- Mr.Miller…….when did you get hot?you may not be drooling but lips are definitely getting wet just looking at him, your young hungry eyes dance their way down his body and oh my god…he’s not even hard and he’s- is he hung omigod Mr.Miller is hung you hear him clear his throat and your eyes shoot up
“You alright darlin’?” he says as he covers his eyes with his hand….his large hand..
“Mr. Miller it's okay I’m decent-” you say as you debate dropping your towel as you move towards him and pull his hand away from his eyes, it's so attractive how much of a gentleman he is that southern hospitality used to be so goofy now it's getting you all hot and bothered.
Joel looks down at you, he towers over you, twice your size and twice your age. He’s in his 50’s and you’re only 25.
“Youre in a towel- i- um let me know if you need anything alright- Ellie could be coming home any-” you can't help but notice his mature aged gaze hungrily make their way down your wet nude body with only a towel for modesty, you could practically see him picturing your body naked before he quickly looks up his face a bit flush now
His mature coffee colored eyes meet your young dark chocolate brown eyes both equally hungry
“She’s at dinas for the night”
He pauses for a moment, it's so wrong, your half his age he licks his lips, and clears his throat and adjusts his stance 53 years of southern hospitality, the Texan gentleman inside his mind screaming at him that this is wrong so wrong but he can help but think Christ lord almighty she is beautiful he looks at you up and down, your soft brown skin, your long (curly/kinky/protective hair style) your short stature and beautiful body under that soft fluffy pink towel, his eyes widen slightly as he feels his jeans tighten no no no no down boy down not right now- he thinks trying to mentally soften himself but it's no use when
You drop your towel, you see the huge bulge in his jeans and you decide to just drop your towel
“Mr.Miller…..my parents wont be home for hours and Ellie is staying at Dina’s tonight” you step closer him “and i would love it if you stayed for a drink perhaps or whatever…”
Joel’s eyes roam over your naked form, he grows harder, the hunger of youth and the beauty of a body in it's prime he stammers “I- i- shouldnt really i really-”
“Oh i insist Mr.Miller…..” you step closer “please stay , let me repay your kindness in someway….”
Joel debates in his mind leaving and forgetting this ever happened or satiating the hunger that exists between you two
The hunger of a man seeing a beautiful young woman in her prime, half his age and his size
The hunger of a young woman hungry to learn what he learned about how to satisfy a woman in the 25 years since you were born
“I- I’m too old for you darlin’...” his southern drawl thick with hunger
“I’m okay with that” you say with a smile
“I’m too experienced-” he stammers as he stares at your body
“I’m a fast learner….” you step closer
“I’m too big I might hurt ya” he licks his lips
“I trust you….” you step closer and close the gap between the two of you.
He looks down at you and almost smiles
You get on your toes and he leans down and the two of you kiss passionately, hungry, hot passionate, he lifts you and you wrap your legs around him he takes you over to your bed and throws you onto the mattress as you toss your childhood teddy bears across the room.
He takes his boots and shirt off , his hairy chest and dad bod, “god your hot”
He smiles as he begins to take his belt off , then his pants and his boxers and there it is long thick hard cock, your eyes widen it's the biggest you've ever seen not that you’ve seen many but “damn…christ your huge”
“i warned ya lil girl not too late to back out now”
You shake your head and smile , confirming you want this
“Words honey use em’..”
“Mr.Miller please fuck me”
He tosses his clothes aside, he gets closer and onto the bed, grabs your hair and smirks “open wide for me baby”
You do as your told before he guides your open mouth to take in his thick hard member, guiding your head up and down as he begins to pant and moan
“Fuck you feel good” your full lips wrap around his cock “just start sucking slowly babygirl” you do just that and you hear him whimper and gasp “thats good just like that keep it going honey” you use your tongue to hear him whine and curse under his breathe
“Fuck- christ almighty” the taste of his salty skin and the smell of his desire fills your senses as you take more of his cock in your mouth and you feel his dark curls tickle your nose, he whimpers as you continue to suck and move your lips up and down his erection before he pulls you up to meet his eyes and kisses you with a gentleness this time he cradles your face with a tender touch,
“You did so well honey- lay down it's my turn” you lay down head on pillow as he leans over you and kisses your lips then your neck then goes to your breasts kissing the dark brown nipples sucking on them making you gasp, the heat building between your legs his soft lips trail down your body.
He kisses your hips and shifts himself between your legs putting your legs on his shoulders. He looks at your beautiful lips. Looking at your pussy like he’s seen the gates of heaven.
You look to him awaiting a reaction, youre not a virgin technically but youre no expert either he looks up and senses your nervousness.
“Christ almighty you are beautiful, she’s like seeing heaven” your heart skips a beat and you smile he kisses your thigh, lower and lower the kisses go until he reaches his lil bit of heaven
The feeling of your soft sensitive skin, your dark brown lips (and your soft curly bush if you have one) he takes in the scent of you, your desire, your passion, the scent of your hunger and youth
He whines as he looks at desire like he’s finally receiving what he’s always wanted
He kisses your lips delicately but with an intense hunger
You gasp as his tongue proves his experience, licking your lips as his large hands grip your thighs keeping them open each lick of your lips makes your back arch, moans escape your lips as you whine his name
“Oh my god Mr.Mill-”
“Joel call me joel-”
“Joel yes god yes”
His tongue continues it's attack on your lips sucking on them with expertise as he trails upward towards your clit
Words have fully left your brain and the only thing that is coming out is whines and whimpers, gasps and moans
Your hands grip the sheets as if it's the only thing keeping you from floating away
His lips make their way to your clit and he feasts as if he’s a starved man seeing a meal for the first time in months
Your hand reaches his salt and pepper hair, gripping it tight as you feel the euphoria of experience with every lick of your clit, sucking it like it is going to save his life, the heat builds below and your reaching your climax very soon and he knows it
“Yes yes yes yes yes please god yes joel please” your whines become desperate as do you
Joel smirks as continues your whining and whimpers, moans and gasps as he continues and as your legs start to shake he continues and your hand grips his hair tight as you climax, squirting into his mouth
Your face goes red, your humiliation of squirting but you look to him and he looks at you with desire proud to have gotten you off
“That was something else sweetheart….come’ere” he gets on top of you, leans on his elbow while his other hand roam your body with a yearning for closeness
“Joel please fuck me” he smiles as he teases your wet entrence with his tip
“Were gonna go slow babygirl okay, im- im a very large man and i dont wanna hurt you alright”
You nod , he slips on a condom then he teases your entrance and slips a finger inside then two and flexing them inside making sure you were wet and ready, soft and able to take him, he was not some young inexperienced guy who thinks that tightness is an indicator quality or virtue of a woman, he has had decades of experience and knows how to pleasure a woman very well, once he was sure you were ready and able he slowly slid inside you
You wince,you've never had one this big before. He notices and stops “is everything okay?”
“Yeah joel i- i just need some lube” you reach for your nightstand and grab a bottle and toss it to him, he rubs it along your entrance before gliding in with ease, this time it feels amazing, you gasp
“Omigod” he starts a slow gentle pace at first, the euphoric feeling of his thick hard cock filling you up , hitting every spot as he pumps in and out of you slowly but gently you start moaning his name
“joel omigod joel” as your nails dig into his bicep , your back arches as you moan
“Thats it babygirl thats it say my name sweetheart “ he kisses your neck, sucking on your skin leaving a hickey as a mark of his presence. He picks up the pace and you’ve finally reached heaven. He lowers one hand to rub your clit as he continues his euphoric pace
“Just like that yes omigod yes” joel smiles as he continues doing exactly what he can to make you moan you move your hips along with his you drag your nails up and down his back, marking him like he did you
In this moment you were his and he was yours. You moan his name all other words lost with the pleasure
“Joel oh joel” you moan as he continues rubbing your clit and pleasuring you with his hard cock
You whimper and moan
“You look so beautiful princess, all hot and bothered just for me”
You whine, words lost to pleasure
“Oh my goodness you look like an angel undone”
You moan
“I could fuck you all day babygirl you feel better than heaven around my cock” he moans out
You moan barely making his name out your lips “j-joel”
“Thats it baby thats it say his name i wanna make you so feel so good you're so goddamn beautiful Y/N” he moans your name with desperation and euphoria
“Joel- mmm joel”
“Y/N dear god Y/N” he moans out
The two of you get closer to climax each movement of your hips rife with pleasure and desperation
“Y/N omigod oh oh oh god Y/N” his southern drawl dripping with desire
“Joel- omigod joel i- im close”
“ me too babygirl me too oh god” his movements become desperate
“Y/N oh Y/N” he whimpers your name as he gets closer to his climax is his lips touching your ear his fingers massaging your clit as he glides in and out of you every movement sending a tsunami of pleasure throughout your body before you know it the sheets are soaked with your desire, skin damp with sweat the smell of his desire on his chest hair he climaxes inside you and slowly pulls out of you taking the condom out slowly and tying it off, he gets up and puts his boxers on and heads down stairs
“Joel what are you doin-” after a while he comes up with some snacks and a tall glass of cherry wine he takes a small end table and puts it next to the tub and the tray on top, you hear the tub drain and get filled again,hot steam leaves the bathroom the scent of your bubble bath lingering in the air he comes back and lays next to you, hold you close
“You did so good sweetheart- you were amazing” he strokes your hair and kisses your forehead rubbing your back and holding you there for a moment “you alright? You feel good?”
You nod “yeah Joel that felt amazing you- you are amazing” joel smiles seeing your flushed face
“Good- theres a glass of cherry wine and some snacks for you next to the tub, go pee then get inside the tub and relax you deserve it, i’ll get you a book and a nice warm towel and I’ll change the sheets I’ll do everything princess you just relax babygirl dont worry about a thang” Joel holds you for a moment before lifting you and kissing your lips and forehead before helping you up to your feet and guiding you to the bathroom, he cleans up his tools and goes down the hall while you pee as you wash your hands you hear him come back with a fresh towel and a book and sets it down on the radiator “here it’ll keep warm this way” he cleans up the wet towel from before and gets the sheets soaked with your desire off the bed
You lower yourself in the tub and indulge the warmth and the bubbles as he goes downstairs to clean up the sheets and towel in the basement where the wringer washer is , taking care to clean the towel and sheets with the detergent bar and squeezing the water out before putting it to dry hanging it up. He goes back upstairs to hallway closet down the hall from your room and he grabs new sheets, using a rag he dries up the sheets more and dusts baby powder on the mattress before making your bed again sprinkling baby powder lightly and rubbing it into the sheets for a fresh scent picking up the tossed teddy bear and placing on the pillow when the bed was all done and made taking the condom with him wrapped in a rag in his tool bag for later disposal, he gets dressed again. He goes to check on you already reading with the glass of cherry wine in your hand. You smile when you see him “hey”
“You enjoying yourself?” he approaches with a warm smile looking down at your nude form under the hot bubble bath as you sip cherry wine.
You nod “thanks for saving me and…..making me ….” giggles awkwardly
“It was a pleasure really, your so beautiful you know that, smart and gorgeous” he tilts your chin up to meet his gaze “you are an incredible young woman…..if it's alright i’ll just see myself out you need anything before i go princess?”
You shake your head “no j- No Mr.Miller but lets not tell anyone about this alright?” you wink and he nods in agreement before grabbing his tool bag and leaves the door ajar, closing the bedroom door and you hear his heavy footsteps go downstairs and out the door locking it behind him.
You sit there in the hot tub book in hand, cherry wine on your lips and can't help but smile at the memory of the night events
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⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ heavy make ups , glamorous dresses , short skirts , thick fake lashes , overlining lip bombos , bamboo earrings .
⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ expensive perfumes with strong scents…you will never catch her wearing cheap perfumes or notes that doesn’t match her vibe or outfits .
⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who has duck nails or stilettos with maximalist vibes. fond of charms adorning her nails .
⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who has a dermal on her left cheek and nostril on her right flare. she changed her nostril basic piercing it to some hello kitty one .
⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who is fashionably late because she takes her sweet time choosing her outfit and always changes them at the last minute because “ it doesn’t fit my vibe today ”
⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ juicy couture tracksuit pants with a victoria secret thong hanging on her hips.
⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who’s often called a princess or a doll for being high maintenance and hyper aware when it comes to her appearance .
⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who’s very affectionate and empathetic. can and will spend her money on you if she likes you. she’ll hug and kiss you often to say hi or good bye .
⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who’s perceived as a mean girl while she’s actually pretty sweet , which surprises people .
⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who’s a non labeled queer woman. always answers “ i love people ” whenever she’s asked about her type .
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joel miller ⠀ ⸝⸝⠀ dean winchester ⠀ ⸝⸝⠀ starfire ⠀ ⸝⸝⠀ jason todd ⠀ ⸝⸝⠀andrew ‘pope’ cody ⠀ .
summary · dieter eats his co-star in a field .
tags · spit / drooling / all of the above / oral ( f receiving ) swearing / dieter is an eater / lil bit of manhandling / 3rd person POV ; no use of Y/N / size diff / public sex ( oral ) / set during the bubble / reader is bipoc - curly hair , brown eyes , no other descriptors aside from that / if i missed anything mb / if there r spelling errors , no there arent i tried to proofread
word count · 923
notes · practicing my smut n im getting MUCH better if i do say so myself . this is my submission for the #WIRED4YOU challenge by @chaotic-mystery . i made the deadline by a day , this is a huge win in my adhd book . thank u for having me n i hope u enjoy !! <3
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It begins as visits stemming from the excuse of boredom. He perches himself at the foot of her bed as she adorns herself. Powders, creams, glosses — glitter behind curly lashes, above brown eyes, pink dabbed atop the glowing apples of her cheeks. Dieter watches in awe. An expressive man, he doesn’t care that she sees his eyes widen or his jaw drop. The eager tilt of his head brings the corners of her lips to curl. He couldn’t ask for more.
There is nothing out of place about him in that frilly, satin space. Bathrobe atop ill-fitted, baggy clothing, unruly curls brushed through with gel slick fingers – a mad scientist sort of creature in appearance, sans the science. All madness. To everyone else on set. He’s sweet, she says, harmless, enthused about his KitKat mystery, wide-mouth crying over baby goats, victim to a lack of rhythm, in dancing and in life. How else would he have been allowed past her door?
His pale jade corduroy robe is now a picnic blanket, keeping the grass from dirtying her pristine flesh as Dieter spreads her legs, bends her knees to her chest. Her dress is bundled around her waist. Her panties, lace, baby blue, lay somewhere nearby.
“Keep them here,” he whispers, distracted. She listens, whispers his name. The breeze carries it away. His focus is occupied by what awaits him at the center. He would call it porn perfect, but that would be an injustice, an offense to the smaller, seraphic girl under him. Porn is fake. What he has in front of him couldn’t be more real. Her pussy is heavenly. Sticky. Soft. Squeezing, pulsing, drooling for him. His hands press to her rear thighs, his thumbs stretch out. One pinches her flesh, spreads her delectable cunt to one side. Her toes curl, her frame tenses in anticipation. His other thumb dips in, the pad slips from her entrance to her clit, tracing around it, over it. Eased by the wave of warmth, an ariose, filthy noise comes up from her throat. Dieter is goaded on.
He repeats the motion. Her hips lurch, her thighs jiggle. She huffs. Pretty, pretty, pretty.
“If you’re not gonna eat me—”
Her impatience cannot be denied. Not when it manifests as a pout, a glimmer of disappointment in her eyes that simply cannot mark the conclusion of this intensely coveted moment. This lucky strike. Dieter shakes his head frantically, delicately kisses her inner thighs in wordless apology, carving a path to her neediest spot. No hesitation, no pause to fill his lungs with air, he licks a long, slow strip over her slit — from her entrance, over her folds, to her clit, and then down again. She trembles, moans, no longer gripping her legs to her chest. Ample thighs drop to his shoulders. He circles his arms under them, folds his hands at her belly and lifts her into his mouth. Needy, desperate. Working her body effortlessly.
His level of skill should be startling.
It isn’t.
Dieter groans, the sound sends shivers through her, her spine arches. He has lowered himself from his knees to his stomach, his front stained grassy green, covered in dirt. It could not matter less, for her fingers have sunken into his hair, acrylic nails scraping his scalp, little hands grasping, tugging, struggling for something — anything to hold her from her undoing. He slobbers, drags his tongue flat over her folds, moaning nearly as loud as her. His plush lips close down on her clit amidst a sloppy kiss, and suck. Heat surges through her. She cries out, yanks at his hair.
“Dieter — fuck — almost…”
He comes up for air. She whines, as though he had betrayed her. He gasps his breaths, smirks, trails his lips along her thighs, messy, trailing saliva. A heartbeat goes by, and he is on her once more. His tongue slips inside, as deep as humanly possible. His nose molds to her clit. Where any other man would move his head, Dieter moves her, rocking her hips against his mouth. Each subtle tug to her body is marked by a sap-like mewl. Lustful, and beautifully so. The rhythm itself is steady. He is anything but. His eyes are all that is visible of him. Dark, drunk, set directly on her angelic countenance, witnessing it morph into depravity.
When she cums, he groans, laps harder and harder. She quivers on his tongue. Her body melts within his hold, he lowers it down, back upon the velvety material of his robe. His beard drips with spit and spend alike. His lips do not leave her, lavish kisses to her thighs, her belly, the spill of her breasts above her neckline, her throat, her jaw, her chin. Her lush lower lip is caught in her teeth. He wants it between his own, so he takes it, sucks it into his mouth and bites, tugging away. A squeak is all he receives. Her fingers tumble from his hair, arms circling his neck. The action is gentle, he noses at her jaw in response, tucks loose curls behind her ears.
“That was… good,” she coos. He grins, bright. His eyes are sparkling, he hovers over her, waiting for her attention. She cups his chin with one pretty hand, and mirrors his expression. A simper. A kiss. “Something on your mind?”
He inhales to speak — in true Dieter fashion, his words could never be predicted, “Before we leave the hotel tomorrow, can I have your autograph?” He stops, glances down at the painful bulge in his pants. “And can I be inside you? Please?”
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ppl mad that black and readers of color want more inclusive work. like I'm about to start putting she fluffed her TIGHT COILS and brushed against YOUR BROWN SKIN. like be so fr. yall think white is the default and that's the issue.
idk if yall notice but the media for black lesbians and black queer people is LIMITED. but ik yall don't read nothing but shitty writing so ofc you wouldn't know.
the adventures of a working class femme who befriends a fellow writer, a boisterous family, and a bewitching second eldest son
y/n:
bipoc, she/her, afab, nonbinary, queer, working class, of immigrant parents
word count: 513
story context: everything in s1 and s2 of the tv series is canon for this story except for the s2 epilogue with the bridgertons. this story takes place leading up to and into the 1815 season.
writing timeline: may 17, 2022 - january 2, 2023
a/n: this story is complete. the author is publishing scenes episodically to make reading of i hate accidents more accessible. they are also delighted by and proud of the story she wrote and would like to share it once (or many times) again~
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“benedict has been making more appearances as of late,” penelope remarks.
the three of you all look up—you and pen from your writing, eloise from her reading—to see benedict entering through the doors and heading towards the other side of the drawing room. he looks over at you— at you all and offers a smile before he plops himself down onto a chaise and begins to draw.
“yes, it is strange,” eloise considers to the two of you. “for so long he had been moping about, locked away in his bedchamber aside from mealtime or the occasional visit to the drawing room. he’s even picked up his charcoal again.”
“again?” you inquire, averting your gaze from the artist to your friend. “had he stopped prior?”
“he had entirely put it down after—” eloise sighs. whatever memory she has recounted, it does not seem to be a pleasant one. you look to penelope; you sense that she shares a similar sentiment by the sad look in her eyes. you are curious but you choose not to press.
“it has been quite some time since he’s last drawn. but now, whenever i see him, whether in his bedchamber or the billiards room or some other room in the house, he’s drawing. he frequently arrives to mealtime with charcoal stained fingers—much to the chagrin of mama and anthony.”
you all laugh. benedict looks up at you three, and from here you can tell he wears a curious expression, no doubt wondering what you are laughing about. when he exaggeratedly arches an eyebrow, eloise just makes a face at him. benedict rolls his eyes, smiling, and for the briefest moment, you feel as though he is looking at you. but you’ve always had an active imagination. when you blink, he has returned to his drawing, a smile still on his lips.
“i wonder what has changed?” eloise softly says, still looking at benedict. for all her fire and spirit, you see how deeply she cares for her second eldest brother.
“perhaps he has found a muse,” penelope poses rather than queries. you shift your gaze from eloise to penelope, and you’re curious about her expression. she seems... delighted? benedict finding his passion for art again does sound delightful; you know firsthand how difficult it is to pick yourself up from a slump. but that’s not what she seems delighted by. she just looks at you. with a soft smile. why? what does benedict have anything to do with you?
you feel your cheeks and the tips of your ears flood with warmth. you don’t know why, but penelope’s expression unnerves you, in a pleasant sensational way.
you clear your throat.
“i am happy for him,” you say, returning to your quill and folded quarto, haphazardly writing down whatever words come to your mind.
ocean. charcoal. smile. flutters.
shit.
it is not until what feels like an uncharacteristically long moment later that you hear penelope resume her writing and eloise resume her reading. you try not to imagine what they could have silently exchanged with your gaze averted.
𝄆 ⚘ ✸ I.ii ✸ ⚘ 𝄇
the beginning : the between : the ball ✸ the links
↪ eren/cabbage | she/they | old af (95’ baby 😭) black afab amateur writer who focuses on the black reader experience ✨| no. 1 sanemi & toji stan but enjin, narumi & chobei are working their way in there | just a sad lil kaiju who’s probably high 🍃
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┊ ➶ currently reading: kagurabachi!
┊ ➶ listening to: kingslayer by bring me the horizon & BABYMETAL
┊ ➶ currently playing: resident evil requiem (grace’s part is so nerve wracking for what tho??)
┊ ➶ who ima slut for: oscar isaac, jack o’connell, may calaway, anna diop, bucky “buck nasty” barnes 😈, jason todd, wolverine, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA 🍃 , so’lek, shinji hirako, DILUC, chobei aza, dante sparda, gen narumi, toji fushiguro (I’m actually megumi’s mom), enjin ☂️, halsin ✨, gyro zeppeli 🍕
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┊ ➶ inbox status: closed for requests atm but open to talk! (also not opposed to being convinced to write something here and there 👀)
honkai star rail- kafka, adventurine, boothill, dan heng, jing yuan, mydei, phainon, luocha, sunday, ashveil, ruan mei
zenless zone zero- manato komano, lucia, von lycaon, seth lowell, hugo vlad, harumasa asaba, severian lowell
other misc. fandoms
┊ ➶ what I will write:
nsfw/smut (ask first!)
alternate universes/AUs
character x character/character x reader/character x oc
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r*pe/non-con (HARD no)
sibling complex/pro-shipping/underaged smut/p*dophilia/age play/l*li-con (don’t ask me to age them up either)
certain kinks (pls ask first)
incest/pseudo incest
medical/body horror
any real life people (I’m fine writing for the characters they play but I absolutely will not write for any real life people, it’s way too weird/invasive to me)
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I really want to make a discord server where BIPOC fiction writers can talk and share stuff. No specific fandom, no limitation of writing style or themes and tropes, just a server where you can talk to, learn from and discover other BIPOC writers.
Even if its small, I might do it because there's so many people on here I never knew existed and their writing is amazing.
