#Like one who actually has spots open that aren't in the middle of when I'm working

[dogboy-dyke]

guhhh

[runariya]

Regarding CCL: I am curious how Y/N and Jungkook actually got to the point of break up. I mean with Jungkook being on the verge of proposing and Y/N on the verge of break-up seems a rather drastic difference on how they viewed their relationship. I would love a drabble on small (or not so small) things that chipped away on Y/N's confidence and just what led to the decision on her end.

The one where JK and OC go camping

warnings: 18+, MDNI, self doubt, mentions of fears/phobias, (short) explicit sexual scene word count: 1.604

a/n: I'm dealing with a headache that just doesn't want to go away, hope there aren't many grammatical errors, the flow is def off

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“That’s so cool!”

No, it’s not. How Jungkook can find rafting in this wild stream cool is beyond you—not only because you’re terrified of water, but also because it screams death.

“I don’t know, Jungkook.” Your voice wavers slightly, unable to hide how much you’re freaking out just watching some strangers rafting in the distance, not far from where you’ve parked your camper near the woods.

It’s one thing to go camping with Jungkook—something he’s been begging you to do for years—clearly not realising that you’re also terrified of wild animals attacking you, of getting injured and not being able to get help quickly enough, or getting robbed because you’re in the middle of nowhere with no signal. The list goes on.

But you didn’t have it in you to say no again—not when he was so enthusiastic when you finally agreed. Seeing him happy is all you really want, even if it comes at the expense of your own comfort.

Jungkook’s sparkly eyes meet yours. You’re both setting up camping chairs outside the camper, though the sight of the rushing water has his attention, his eyes fixed on it as soon as he heard the cheers from the people who are obviously as adventurous as your boyfriend.

“It’s definitely fun!”

It’s not. It won’t be for you, that’s for sure. You hate that he’s trying to add even more adventure to your trip, but you should’ve seen it coming.

That’s just how he is—he doesn’t see that when you agree to meet him halfway, he ends up dragging you all the way to his side without realising it.

“I really can’t do this with you, Jungkook. I’m sorry.”

You try not to let his barely hidden disappointment get to you, but with each time, it’s getting harder.

“Don’t apologise, it’s fine, babe. We’re here to camp, right?”

You just nod, unable to meet his eyes because you know it’s not enough for him.

Later that day, after you’ve both eaten by the makeshift fireplace and you’ve convinced yourself that everything’s fine—that Jungkook really isn’t upset about not going rafting—he talks you into a walk through the woods.

Sure, it’s dangerous, but he’s with you, and you trust him, so you agree, clutching his hand like it’s your only lifeline—and maybe it is.

“This is nice.”

“It is,” and you mean it. It’s peaceful, quiet, and not nearly as terrifying as you’d imagined. You know you tend to exaggerate when it comes to the new things Jungkook wants to try, and you’re lucky he’s as patient with you as he is. “You still know how to get back?”

“Yes, babe, don’t worry,” Jungkook smiles down at you, his thumb stroking the back of your hand, soothing you just a little more. And it works. You let your eyes wander over the low-hanging branches, the squirrels chasing each other, and the tree roots you’re careful not to trip over.

“Woah, what the fuck’s that?” Jungkook lets go of your hand, rushing ahead, leaving you scrambling to keep up so you don’t get lost on your own.

Thankfully, the cave opening he’s spotted isn’t far, though the sight of it isn’t any less concerning.

“We should go in there.”

It’s dark—so black it seems like the purest form of the colour you’ve ever seen. You’re certain that if you reached your hand in, it would disappear forever.

Looking at Jungkook’s profile, your heart sinks. Once again, he’s thrilled to try something reckless and new—full of life and excitement that you’re about to crush.

There’s only so much you can do, and wandering into a cave in the middle of nowhere with no one around to help if things go wrong is not one of them.

“No.” You didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, but dear god, this man has to have some sense of self-preservation left in him.

Jungkook’s head snaps towards you, his lips forming a surprised “oh” at your tone, which you’ve never used before, but you’re done.

“No?”

“No, Jungkook! We can’t do this! For a million reasons, and one of them is that I’m not letting us die in there!”

“It’s not that dang—”

“IT IS!”

Silence. And you think you hear birds scattering in the distance after your outburst.

“Okay.” Jungkook nods, and you feel your heart break a little more at the sight of his disappointment in you. Again.

He takes your hand, squeezing it like he’s trying to tell you it’s okay—but you know it’s not. It never was. 

Will it ever be?

Jungkook leads you back to the camper, the silence between you both now uncharacteristically uncomfortable. And as you reach the campsite, you don’t hesitate to head inside, Jungkook following you without a word.

Turning around to face him, your guilt is eating at you too much. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s really fine, babe. Please don’t worry.”

He smiles—he’s been wearing that small smile even before you apologised—but you can see the hurt in his eyes.

“It’s not. I can see—”

“It is.” With that, Jungkook closes the distance between you both, crashing his lips against yours, sucking not only on your bottom lip, but also sucking the doubt right out of you.

Before you know it, you’re sprawled naked beneath him on the sad excuse of a bed, his hips drilling into you with an intensity that makes your mind shut up and your heart sing. 

Maybe everything’s fine. Maybe you were just overthinking again.

“Fucking girl of my dreams,” Jungkook moans, eyes glued to the place where your bodies connect, his hand gripping your thighs to keep them spread wide over his.

Are you really? You’re not sure anymore. But the way he’s fucking you so good, it feels like it must be true.

“Jungkook,” you cry out as he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, a move he’s perfected for when he’s close and needs you to be too.

“Come for me, babe. Fuck, I need you to come. Now.”

The pace he sets borders on insanity, and as a drop of his sweat lands on your stomach, it’s too much. You come undone around him, moaning so loud that anyone within a three-mile radius could probably hear. As your cunt convulses around his cock, Jungkook thrusts a few more times before finding his release, ropes of thick, hot cum filling the condom as he grunts out his pleasure.

With a final groan, he collapses beside you, discarding the condom before wrapping you in his arms.

“I love you,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, then your forehead as you both settle into your usual sleeping position, too drained to clean up like you usually would when he’s done with you.

“I love you too, Kook. Goodnight.”

“Night, babe,” he mumbles, already half-asleep before the last syllable leaves his swollen lips.

You wake slowly in the middle of the night, feeling utterly cold. But…it’s strange—you never feel cold when Jungkook’s sleeping beside you.

It’s when you turn and find his side of the bed not only empty, but the sheets cold, as if he was never there to begin with, that you realise he’s not just nipped to the toilet but that he’s been gone for a while.

You sit up, pulling the blanket around you as you reach for some nearby clothes, running through all the places he could’ve gone. It doesn’t take long for you to figure out he’s probably gone to the cave, unable to resist the urge to explore it on his own.

You should be angry at him, but all you can think about is that he comes back safe and unharmed. That he doesn’t leave you stranded here. That he returns and everything’s fine again.

Peering out of the small window, you can’t make out much, but the full moon offers just enough light to see the vague shapes of your surroundings.

You can’t help but let your doubts creep back in. If you were just a bit more adventurous, maybe he wouldn’t have gone off in the middle of the night on his own. There’s no way Jungkook truly sees you as his future if he’s doing stuff like this. There’s just no way.

It’s one thing to want to explore, but leaving you alone in the camper, in the woods, in the dead of night, with no signal, no way to defend yourself, and no idea how to drive this massive vehicle is just…

What are you supposed to do? You can’t follow him. You just can’t.

You’re sad, hurt, frightened—not just by what he’s done again and what it means for your relationship, but by what could happen to him out there too.

The minutes tick by, and with each one, your composure slips further, leaving you silently crying, your eyes fixed on the darkness outside, praying for him to return any moment now.

Eventually, you see someone emerge from the woods—it’s him. You quickly wipe your tears, strip off your clothes, and lie back down as if you never got up, hoping he won’t notice.

Through barely opened eyes, you watch as he quietly slips inside, undressing and carefully getting back into bed next to you. You have to focus on breathing evenly, fighting the urge to flinch when his arm drapes over you.

And while he’s asleep again in no time, you lie awake for the rest of the night, tears silently soaking into the sheets, knowing you’ll never be enough.

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Found

You were wandering the streets of Manchester with you group of runaways, looking for a place to set up for the day.

The next moment you felt your arm getting pulled on.

"It is you" Jill said in shock as she held your arm as you stared back with wide eyes at the Dutch football player.

"I can't believe it, everyone looked for you in London" Jill said as you continued to stare back not saying anything.

"Are you okay? Let's go get some food. We need to call Daan and Beth" Jill rambled, the mention of Daan and Beth getting you over your shock as you quickly pulled your arm out of her grasp and took a step back. Feeling guilty at the panic that now took over her face, realizing a second to late as you took off running, hearing her yell after you as you disappeared into the crowd, you group following close behind you.

~

You were hanging out in a park, planning out how your group was going to get money this week

"There's groups of people walking around showing a picture of you. Asking if anyone has see you" one of the older guys was saying

"What?" You thought confused. There is no way, after only a day that Jill had people looking for you.

"They'll give up soon" you said nonchalantly you said closing your eyes and hoping to get a quick nap in to fight the cold you developed over night.

"I don't think so" he said, "they are heading this way" causing you to open your eyes in a panic. I'm not going back into the system.

"I'll catch you guys later at the usual spot" you said getting up and trying to walk away without getting notice. Sparing glances their way to make sure they didn't see you.

"Fuck" you mumbled making eye contact with Millie, taking off at a run when she started for you

"Wait!" Millie yelled

"Come on kid, we aren't going to give up" Rachel yelled

You felt your body slowing down due to lack of food and illness that was wrecking you body, but you pushed yourself to continued running

"Gotcha" Rachel said grabbing you arm and yanking your body into hers as she wrapped your body in her arms to prevent you from running away again.

"Let go you" you stated as you fought in her arms

"Your coming with us for some food and a chat" Rachel said

"Not going"

"Fine, the hard way" Millie said as she threw you over her shoulder, a little concern with how light you were

"Let go of me" you hissed as Millie held you securely.

"Nothing to worry about here. Just returning a runway kid home" Rachel said calmly to by standards who were giving them suspicious looks.

"At least let me walk" you grumbled feeling fatigue starting.

"Don't trust you not to run" Millie said giving you a gentle squeeze. You give up and relaxing into her hold.

"Katie and Mary are the way to get us" Rachel said as Millie continued to hold you.

A few minutes later a car pulled up and Millie placed you in your feet.

"You said you wanted to walk" Rachel said, pointing for you to get in the car. With glare, you followed Millie into the car and took the middle seat as Rachel followed in right behind you

"So what have you been up to?" Mary asked turning to look at you but you only looked away

"They've missed you, you know." Katie said, only causing you to turn to glare out the window. All the women now understanding you didn't want to talk.

The ride to Jill as quick as they parked outside an apartment complex.

"Coming?" Rachel asked as everyone got out of the car but you remained seated.

"Looks like it's my turn to carry you" Mary said reaching into the car and gently pulling you out before throwing you over her shoulder and carrying you into an apartment building.

You heard them knock on the door before it was quickly opened. Mary walking in first and setting you down on couch.

You looked around to several of the lionesses, Manchester, and arsenal players around the apartment who all looked shocked to actually see you.

"You don't look too good" Leah said gently placing a hand to your forehead as she took a seat next to you.

"Minor cold, it will pass" you grumbled moving her hands away.

"Jill, you've got a thermometer?" Kim asked causing Jill to nod and run off to grab it before rushing back.

"Open your mouth" Jill said holding the thermometer in front of you as you just stared back.

"Don't make Millie and I hold you down, because we will" Rachel said causing you to open your mouth for the thermometer and wait for the beep.

"39" Jill said looking over at Leah and Kim

"Symptoms" Kim said looking at you for a straight answer "just answer her" Leah said looking sternly at you.

"Body ache, headache, and kinda a cough" you mumbled.

"I'll be back with medicine" Kim said as you went to protest.

"No" Rachel said causing you to roll your eyes.

"Here is some food" Jill said placing pasta in front of you, causing your mouth to water at the sight of it

"Who cooked it?" You asked causing Jill to give you the really look.

"What? I had to make sure it wasn't someone with no cooking skills, like Leah or you."

"Chole cooked it so your good."

"Thank you chole" you said giving her a genuine smile, "no problem."

You started to slowly eat your food.

"So, is there a reason you kidnapped me and brought me here?" You asked as you ate, causing everyone who was here to go quiet.

"Daan and Beth are coming, aren't they?"

And the looks around the room only confirmed it causing you to nod as you took another bite of food before setting the bowl down on the table.

"No, you'd don't" Millie said as you took off to run, having a good grip on your arm to pull you back to sit on the couch, causing you to glare at her.

"I'm doing this out of love" Millie said as she wrapped an arm around you as Leah placed a hand on your knee to keep you in place.

Everyone sitting in an uncomfortable silence until the door open, catching everyone attention. Beth and Daan rushing in and freezing in the door way when they saw you.

There was a beat of stillness as we looked at each other before they were rushing towards me, the others moving out of their way.  You froze at the feeling of happiness at the sight of them but also at the fear of what was to come with them seeing you. "It's you" and " Oh my God" repeated from both of them.  Beth reached you first, taking your face between her hands, a light touch that turned into a fierce grip once she seemed to accept that you were standing in front of her.

"It's really you" Beth said as Daan eyed your reaction as you bit you lips to hold in your emotions as you nodded back.

"You're burning up" Beth said concern as you took a step back from her as Daan took one forward, looking at you closely before looking back at the girls. 

"Kim is picking up medicine for her" Leah said causing Daan to look back at you as you gave her a challenging look back to not touch you. All your walls that you've built since they left you building back up.

"Why don't we give them some space" Leah said, ushering people out of Jill apartment.

"We will be back later" Jill said, "please don't run off before I kid back" she continued as she gave your hand a squeeze as she left

"If you do, Millie and I will find you and carry you back again" Rachel said before shutting the door, leaving you with Beth and Daan.

Once the girls left, you took a moment to really look at the two women in front of you. Not much has physical changed on both women, but you that in the past year that a lot has changed in both of their lives. The same could be said for you and the lifestyle you currently live.

"Why don't we have a seat?" Daan asked once you saw she had finished looking you over.

"How long are you guys going to keep me here?" You asked looking at them as they looked back at you confused.

"What do you mean?" Daan asked.

"I have places to be" you stated vaguely.

"You aren't going anywhere. You're sick and need to rest. Once your better, we will figure a plan for you" Beth said.

"We? I have a plan."

"We aren't letting you back on the streets. You are coming home with one of us" Daan stated.

"No, I'm not"

"Yes, you are" Daan replied sternly as you glared.

"It's been over a year since I've talked to either one of you! You don't get to tell me what to do anymore!"

"You ran away, and we couldn't find you!" Beth said.

"You went on vacations and won the euros, what was I supposed to think? I hung around the system for months and I didn't hear from either of you. I wasn't going to suffer in a crappy foster home forever while you lived you lives without me in it." you replied harshly, watching the hurt reflect on both of their faces.

"We were fighting for custody of you!" Daan exclaimed.

"It didn't feel that way!" You yelled before falling into a coughing fit causing Beth to steady you and gently pat you back and you shoved her hands away, not missing the hurt that flashed across Beth face.

"I'm fine" you said as you felt their concern and worried faces following your movements before sharing a look. Knowing they needed to tell you and the sooner the better, before you managed to run off again.

"What is it?" You demanded.

"What?" Daan asked confused.

"Your faces, I can tell you want to say something. So, what is?"

"We've adopted you" Beth said hesitantly as you stared at them with wide eyes, processing this information.

"You are officially a mead-van de donk" Daan said gently with a small smile.

Your eyes started burning with the tears you were holding back at the mix of emotions that started running though you.

"Seriously?" You whispered, fearing you missed heard them.

"Yes, it's time for you to come home" Beth said.

"You still want me after all of this time?" You asked confused.

"Like we told you before you left. We are never going to stop loving you, no matter what" Daan said holding her hand out for you. Allowing you to take the first step at your pace.

You looked at her hand then back at their faces, debating if you could trust them again. Last time didn't end well but you did miss them. This time would be different you; you are official theirs was repeating in your head as you watched Beth now also hold her hand out to you.

"Please come home" Beth begged, and that was when you let your walls down, rushing into their arms. Relief flooding both women at having you in their arms after what felt like forever.

"We love you so much" Daan said placing a kiss to your forehead, "Kim really needs to get back with that medicine" she continued, not liking how hot your head was.

"So, how'd you decide whose last name went first?" You asked with a smirk as you watched Daan roll her eyes as Beth grinned.

"Finish your food" Daan grumbled, handing you your bowl and directing you sit back on the coach, Beth and Daan sandwiching you in the middle of them.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" you asked, knowing that you were right as she jokingly glared at Beth who was still smiling, "The only way to handle a decision."

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I’m planning on doing a part two, however I’m really struggling on what to write for it. I know I plan on putting who she lives with but any ideas are welcomed!

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what's in a name? || Patrick Verona (TTIHAY) x gn!reader (Modern!College!AU)

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Inspiration: ✨️Patrick Verona✨️

Summary: Patrick Verona is apparently the most intimidating guy on campus. You just want to get by, pass your classes, and get to your actual dreams. When you casually approach him one day and decidedly are not scared of him, Patrick has some questions.

TWs: light language, use of Y/N (only like twice), second person POV (you, yours).

[[A/N: This is basically under the concept that you approach Patrick first, and aren't really as afraid of him as anybody else. He's intrigued. Also this is a college AU, because I am in college and I think it's weird to write about high school lmao. ALSO,,, I know this is incredibly niche and a dead tag, but... I watched the movie recently and was violently possessed to write this. The parasites in me what to continue this universe, but idk. Anyway. Enjoy :)]]

You were exhausted. Totally and completely exhausted.

You'd stayed up all night for your chem quiz, and still, didn't think you did great on it. Which made your day ever so worse. So, when you went to the library, and someone was sitting in the spot you always sat in, you halfway wanted to cry and halfway wanted to rip your hair out. Normally, such a thing wouldn't be a big deal, but today it was. So, with a certainty that rivaled a lawyer in court, you stomped over to the chair.

For a moment, the guy didn't even look at you. He kept staring at his friend, a surprisingly 'metal' dressing guy who was talking avidly about something.

You cleared your throat.

That's when they both looked at you.

You were entirely focused on the one in your seat. A taller guy with built shoulders, curly hair and a sharp jaw. In normal circumstances, you'd probably think he was hot. Today was not normal circumstances.

The man raised an eyebrow.

Okay, so maybe it was a little normal circumstances, but that wasn't relevant.

"What are you doing?"

The man answered, simply -maybe a little confused, "Sitting?"

"That's my spot," you clarified, pointedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry-" the man pretended to start getting up before pausing -speaking sarcastically, "-Oh wait, I've just remembered, this is public property."

Mindlessly noting that he had an accent that you couldn't quite place, you rolled your eyes, "I sit there everyday. Just give me the spot."

"You weren't sitting here all day," he pointed out, "-or else I wouldn't be here."

You pressed your lips together into a thin line, "I was busy failing a chem test, now get up."

His eyes skimmed over your face, thoughtfully, "Do you know who I am?"

"Why-" you sighed out, frustrated, "-would I know who you are?"

Even despite the comment, he did seem familiar somehow but you weren't going to tell him that.

He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, and didn't say anything. You felt like you were going to explode in fiery flames.

You groaned, "Oh my god. There are thousands of seats on campus, just go sit somewhere else."

"Exactly," the man countered, "-why don't you sit somewhere else?"

"Because-" you huffed out a breath, "-that's my spot."

"And why is this spot so important to you?" He shuffled slightly, moving his hands along the cracks of the seat, "-You got something good stashed in 'ere?"

"Dear god," you huffed out a breath in defeat, "-Whatever. Enjoy your seat, asshole."

And with that, you spun on your heel and pulled yourself deeper into the library. Taking a breath in, you pulled yourself into a seat not too far from the original, but you were around the corner so you wouldn't have to look at his stupid face. You soured just at the thought.

You pulled open your chem book, and read through it -trying to figure out which ones you definitely missed, that way you could get the ballpark for what your grade might be. You really needed to know, to make sure your GPA stayed in the range for your dream university.

But, in the middle of it, you heard someone plop into the chair in front of you (it was a group of chairs, like for a group of people if necessary).

Before looking up, you spoke -sharply, "Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

Your eyes shot up at that familiar accent, and you frowned.

"You got the seat," you pointed out, bitterly, "-What the hell do you want now?"

"Your name," he answered simply.

You blinked, (what?) before settling back into your seat and flipping to the next page, "Yeah, no."

The man seemed to move forward, and unwillingly your eyes flickered to him (his curls moving with the motion), "Why not?"

"I don't give my name out to strangers," you retorted -flicking your eyes down to your book, "-especially not assholes."

"Don't know if I can change who I am," he smirked, "-but, I can work on the stranger part."

You frowned, eyeing him particularly, "Seriously, what do you want?"

"I already told you," he replied, fidgeting with something in his hands (you weren't paying attention), "-I'm Patrick, by the way."

"Well," you exhaled, sharply, and ignored his name, "-you're not getting it."

"Well," he repeated with the same sort of grin, "-I'll just have to work on that too, then."

You looked up at him again and squinted at him -trying to read him somehow. All he did was grin at you, a charming kind, of course, that made crinkles on his cheeks. You ignored the flutter in your chest that it gave you and darted your eyes back down to your book.

The next day, you were in better spirits. After studying for an entirely different class, you were pretty sure you aced that test. So, you weren't as pissed, thankfully. Until you went into the library to sit between classes like you always did.

You paused in your step and frowned.

The guy (Patrick, your mind treacherously noted) was sitting by your chair, mindlessly tapping his fingers along the arm of the chair. He wasn't in your chair, thankfully, but still, he was in the one beside it. Pointedly close.

You huffed out a breath, and moved toward the chairs, "What are you doing?"

"Sitting," he repeated.

You raised an eyebrow.

He seemed to take that as a repeat of the question -before saying, confidently (too confidently), "I'm studying for a test."

"You don't seem like the studying type," you retorted, throwing yourself into the chair and pulling out your laptop -realizing it was no use to try and get him to leave.

Patrick pointed out, "You don't even know me."

"And I don't intend to," you replied with ease, flicking your eyes to meet his, "-your point?"

He grinned the same bright one from before, amused maybe. Your heart skipped a beat, so you dropped your eyes back down to your laptop. He, on the other hand, didn't seem to look away.

"What's your major?" He asked, thoughtfully.

"I won't tell you my name," you leveled, scrolling through your online schedule for homework, "-but you think I'll tell you my major?"

"Well," he reasoned, "-a name is much more identifiable, but your major," he shrugged, "-not so much."

You eyed him again for a second, before saying, "What if you just want to look up my classes and hunt me down?"

Patrick smiled again, before asking, "What is your next class?"

"Why?" You ask, pointedly, "-So you can force me into talking to you again?"

"Preferably," he replied, grinning cheekily.

You raised an eyebrow, and bit your lip to pull down a smile that begged to quirk up, "I'm not telling you that either."

"What if I just follow you when you leave?" He questioned, curiously, "-Figure it out myself?"

"And what if I-" you smiled at him -patronizingly, "-call the campus police?"

He raised both eyebrows as if to say 'touché' without saying it out loud. You bit down another smile and moved back to your computer -pulling out your planner and jotting down dates.

"Your pissiness," he suddenly spoke, "-Are you often filled with boiling hatred?"

"No," you sigh out, before shooting him another patronizing smile, "-that's special just for you."

He laughed then, and something warm zinged down to your toes (you ignored it), "Do you seriously not know me?"

"Do you know how many Patricks exist in the world?" you point out, "-No, I don't know you."

"So you do remember my name," he smirked, patting along his lap with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes but didn't say a word.

It ended up like that for the rest of the time, Patrick shooting questions now and then, and you shutting them down. His stupid smirk and low, rumbly, accented voice, you hated that he actually seemed kinda nice -all things considered.

But, as you stood up to leave, you decided on something.

"Literature," you said simply, gathering up everything into your bag.

He paused, shooting up his eyebrows, "What?"

"My next class," you answered, nonchalantly pulling your bag onto your shoulder, "-Intro to Literature."

Patrick grinned, bright and shiny, "Gen Ed?"

"Yeah," you answered, moving to put the last few things in your bag.

"Can I walk you?"

Your eyes snapped to him then, curiously -detailing the rather honest look, before answering solidly, "No."

He burst into laughter then, throwing his head back against the chair -you mindlessly watched his curls fall back with the motion and then snapped your eyes away.

"Same time tomorrow then?" He asked, still laughing a little bit (something in you twinkled).

"Nope," you exhale a breath, ignoring the disappointment that swirled into your chest, "-I'm not on campus tomorrow."

He seemed to falter for a second, "Do you live on campus?"

You raised a solid eyebrow, you really think I'd tell you that?

"Right, yeah, okay," Patrick conceded, holding up his hands in faux surrender, "-What days are you on campus?"

You paused, pressing your lips together, but something in you did it, "Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays."

He grinned a little brighter, "Are you here around the same time on Mondays?"

Something in your chest flipped, but even still, you answered, "That's what you have to figure out. Not me."

And then, you spun on your heel and walked out of the library. His laughter trailed out behind you, and if you had a small little smile on your face at the noise, that was only for you to know.

Monday came, and you woke up early and made your way to campus -the first class of the day was at the crack of dawn. You physically despised it, but so is the schedule of a college student. Plus, you still worked, so the earlier the better for your schedule -didn't mean it didn't suck though.

Sipping on your drink, you wandered back toward the cafeteria -crossing the main connecting area, where everything led to. There was a baseball game going on, not an official one by the looks of it, in the grass. Your eyes hinged on the game for a few seconds, the echoes of laughter shooting toward your ears. It looked fun, but you weren't too invested in being outside for that long. Before you could look away though, your eyes caught on a familiar frame.

Patrick.

His hair was tied back, and he was wearing a pretty bland tank top (just grey), with some typical jeans. With his hair pulled back, you could see his jaw more distinctively -the sharp lines clear from even this far away. (Not that you were looking.) The sun bore down on them but all of the players seemed to be happily distracted. And you kinda were too.

You pursed your lips, for a moment, and looked forward again after a breath, heading toward the cafeteria again confidently.

Before you could get very far, though, you heard a familiar accent.

"Hey!" He yelled, a little distant -footsteps following his voice, "-Hey!"

At first, you weren't sure if he was talking to you, so you kept moving.

"Shit, I don't know what to call you," he called out, breathless and much, much closer.

You spun on your heels with furrowed brows, and met his eyes over a few people's heads. The grin that swallowed his face whole should've been criminal, bright and twinkly and... charming.

Before you could say anything, he was by your side with heavy breaths -assumedly from playing baseball and getting over to you. Leaning over slightly, he leveled out heavy breaths. You were almost concerned enough to offer him water, but he seemed to settle himself before you could.

"Hi," he echoed, "-'Ve been looking for you all morning, what time did you get here?"

You blinked, all morning?

"I get here early, 7, and immediately go to class," you answered, a little blankly (looking for you, looking for you, looking for you).

"Oh," he paused, "-I got here at 8. There's classes at 7?"

"Obviously," you respond, because you did in fact just say it.

"Did you-" Patrick started, before pursing his lips together, "-Are you going to the library now?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "No, I'm going to the cafeteria to eat between classes. Why?"

"I'm actually quite hungry myself," he avoided the question, "-Do you mind if I tag along?"

"What about your game?" You furrowed your eyebrows even further -eyeing him curiously.

"'S just to fill time," he explained, "-It's nothing serious. They're sure to find someone to fill in for me."

You flicker your eyes along his face, trying to read him. What's your prerogative?

After a moment, you come up with nothing and instead, just turn on your heel -leading the way to the cafeteria.

"I'm taking that as a yes, then?" Patrick called out from behind you, catching up and matching your stride with ease (despite you making no move to slow down).

You decidedly don't answer him, and say something focused elsewhere -eyeing him as you walk forward, "Do you always stalk people this much?"

Patrick laughed, catching your eye with his warm brown ones (they were almost sparkly under the sun of the day), "Only the ones that blindly hate me."

You pressed your lips together in a flat line (trying not to give anything away), "I didn't say that I hated you."

His face lit up at the words (and you couldn't decide if you regretted it or not), "Well, you could've convinced me."

You roll your eyes, and keep walking forward, "Not telling you my personal information isn't... hating you."

"I'm not sure not introducing yourself is exactly anything but hatred," he argued back, fluidly.

"I just told you that I don't hate you," you point out, "-so it isn't."

"Does that mean you'll eventually tell me your name?" Patrick asked, curiously.

You turned to him, flicked your eyes over him, and then looked forward again, "Maybe on good behavior."

He burst into laughter, brown eyes set on your face, "You're quite an enigma, you know that?"

"And you're not half the mystery you portray," you fire back, naturally, with the flow of the conversation.

He grinned at that, eyes shining with something you couldn't quite label, "You know, I don't think I've met a person like you. You're fearless in like a-" he motioned with his hands, "-casual way."

"I'm not fearless," you argue, approaching the door to the cafeteria, "-I'm just confident."

"Do they not go hand-in-hand?" Patrick offers, getting to the door before you and promptly holding it open for you -unflinchingly.

Something warm stirs in your stomach at the gesture (and his woodsy scent that brushes your nose as you walk past him), but you ignore it, "You can be certain and still be afraid."

"But knowing you're right doesn't necessarily mean-" Patrick followed you in, matching your stride again, as if it's natural, "-that you're confident."

You furrow your eyebrows, genuinely intrigued, "What do you mean?"

He paused, maybe a little shocked by your attentiveness, "Plenty of people know they're right and still concede to someone else because they don't want to fight it. You-" he pointed at you, "-will fight it."

"Well," you purse your lips, avoiding his eye contact, "-maybe I'm only like this with you."

"You," Patrick paused, "-You're not this fiery ball of rage with anyone else?"

You eye him for a second, before saying flatly, "Maybe."

"All of this seething hatred and impressive indifference just for me?" He grins, the big teeth-showing kind, "-I'm touched really. Because I am special to you in some weird kinda twisted way-"

Before you can stop yourself, you let out a laugh at his words -just a quick one. Barely there.

But you could still see the delight smooth along his face, and just knew he caught it.

"How much of that have you been holding back?" He tilted his head curiously, before continuing to push it, smirking, "-Oh I bet you think I'm hilarious."

Your heart skipped a beat at the smirk, and you simply pressed your lips together and turned on your heel to the food counter. There wasn't even a second before you heard footsteps following you.

"You're not denying it, you know," he called after you, close on your tail.

You peer over the selection of food, eyeing the different items thoughtfully, "But I didn't confirm it either."

"Still not denying it," Patrick hummed, sing-songy.

"You know," you turn to him (mindlessly noting that he is very close), sharply, "-someone can have one good joke and still be unfunny."

He leaned forward slightly, eyes set on yours -challenging, "Then tell me why it came out like you were holding it back?"

You blinked at him, once and then twice, the sudden closeness sent a shock through your brain and the challenging tone of his voice nearly gave you full-body shivers. You can't find words to say, and you can nearly see it processing on Patrick's face (the way that he had made your mind melt for a moment), so you turn to the counter and point at something random for them to pick out for you.

The woman eyes the two of you suspiciously, but still diligently pulls out a to-go plate and piles the... mashed potatoes onto it.

"Oh my god," he finally says after a moment (you ignore it).

You go through a few other items, and the woman gathers them onto the plate. You pay, grab your plate-

"You like me," Patrick retorts, and you're not even looking at him but you can tell he's got a shit-eating grin.

Your brain malfunctions for a moment, but you step toward the tables and fire back (on autopilot), "I won't even tell you my name."

He's hot on your trail, following you diligently, "You're avoiding the question."

You spin to him, and reply -sharply, "You didn't ask a question."

His eyes flicker along your face, taking you in (you want to squirm but you steel yourself in place -your eyes now challenging), and then he grins so bright that you'd need sunglasses in any other scenario.

"Oh, you're really into me," he continues, low, gravelly, accented voice rumbling through your ears.

You screw up your face into something defiant, roll your eyes, and turn back to slide into a table. Patrick follows you like a lost puppy. Well, an incredibly arrogant lost puppy.

"You're still not denying it," he slides into the chair beside you and you hate the way your brain swims at the woodsy smell that brushes your nose.

"'Thought you were hungry," you say, simply (avoiding the question and decidedly not denying).

"It was very obviously a ploy," Patrick chimed back, with natural ease -tilting his head slightly and looking at you with twinkling eyes, "-They had pizza out there for all the players. I've already eaten."

Your fork froze for a millisecond (even still, you were sure he caught it), and after a moment, you pulled it to your lips. Maybe conquering both of your lack of response and the way your mind lit up at the idea of 'he just wanted to see me'.

His smile and eyes seemed to soften slightly, as he leaned his head down to catch your eye and guide it back up to your natural gaze (your heart skipped a beat). His brown eyes were soft and if you were honest, maybe a little affectionate.

"What's your name?" He finally said after a soft few moments.

And just like that, for you, the moment snapped, and you rolled your eyes -turning back to your food.

"Oh, come on," Patrick tried to catch your gaze again, "-Look, I'll tell you. Patrick Verona. That's my name-"

You bit down a smile, as he motioned to you with his hands.

"-Now, your turn, tell me yours."

You raised an eyebrow.

Patrick let out a half-laugh, before leaning forward slightly on the table -not quite a breath away, but certainly closer.

"You're so stubborn," he laughed, "-I'll beg. You want me to beg?"

You can't help but let the smile slip onto your lips then, "Why would you beg for my name?"

"Because I want it," he pointed out, still grinning "-Because I want to know you, and personally, I think it should start with a name."

Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you let your fork hang there on the path to your face. You took a moment, scampered your eyes along his face (dark brown eyes so incredibly soft, curls coming down from where he put them up in individual tendrils). Your resolve was weakening, it was really and truly broken under Patrick Verona's hand.

Stupid pretty boys-

"Y/N," you said finally (quieter than intended), immediately pulling a bite to your mouth.

Patrick blinked, "What?"

"'S my name," you explain -shortly, moving a hand in front of your mouth as you chew, "-Y/N."

His eyes lit up at the words, that stupid charming grin smoothing onto his face as he repeated, softer than expected, "Y/N."

You shove down the fluster that begs to climb up your cheeks at his accented voice saying your name. It's something you'd never really thought about but now that it's said, you probably should've thought about it.

Patrick leaned back in his chair, eyes still set on you. He was still grinning, as he said simply, "Suits you."

You furrow your eyebrows, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He raises his hands in faux surrender, laughing to himself, "Jesus, you're a true ball of rage, you know 'at?"

"I'm not-" you huff out, and take a deep breath in, "-I'm not mad."

"Defensive then," he mends, "-You act as though I'm about to strike any minute."

You pursed your lips, "Whose to say you aren't?"

"Me," Patrick laughs, "-This entire conversation. The way I've acted around you since the beginning-"

"Oh, shut up," you roll your eyes, unable to stop the smile creeping onto your lips, "-you were an asshole once."

He groaned, but something like amusement was twinkling in his eyes, "You are the most stubborn human being on this earth-"

"You took my spot," you interrupt, sturdy.

"-It's public property," Patrick argued back, "-and how was I supposed to know it was yours before I sat in it?"

You paused, for a moment, before saying, "You couldn't. But, you could have given it to me when I asked."

"And then we wouldn't be here," he explained, now fully grinning, "-and wouldn't that just be such a bore."

Your eyes swam over his face a moment, Patrick Verona. And his dumb persistence. And his stupid handsome face-

God.

You let out a long sigh, picking around at your food. Eyes watching the swirl of your fork, you debate a few different things to say. Finally, after a few spare seconds, you made up your mind.

"Yeah," you hum, flickering your eyes up to his, "-it would."

Patrick grinned, big and bright and twinkly (you felt your heart skip a beat in your chest). His eyes, the deep brown that if you weren't careful you could stare at for way too long, were soft but still sort of happy, eager. Definitely eager.

And maybe, just maybe, you could get used to-

"I told you I could work on the 'stranger' thing," he suddenly said, smirking, "-You never should've doubted me."

"What?" You raised an eyebrow, confused.

"You said-" Patrick explained, "-you don't give your name out to strangers. And I said I could work on that part-"

You level a look at him.

"-And look, I did," he continued, before adding with a smirk, "-I have successfully escaped the cavernous barrier, deeper than the ocean I'd say, that walls you off from any poor soul who wishes to know you-"

"You're really pushing it, Verona," you chime back, fiery (but not quite all the way).

"What?" He raised his eyebrows, like he said nothing at all to warrant the reaction, "-You can't tell me that it's not like pulling teeth getting to know you. Or trying to anyway-"

You press your lips onto a flat line, "Wow, you must be a sort of masochist, then?

He faltered for a second, before laughing a little, "Oh absolutely, I chase the high of you ignoring me for 2 hours straight every day."

You rolled your eyes, biting down a smile, "I despise you."

"Better that than indifferent," he responded with ease, "-I prefer you feeling something rather than nothing at all."

"Oh my god-"

It continued like that, a back and forth, as you finish eating your mediocre cafeteria lunch. The silence is sparse but not uncomfortable when Patrick isn't running his mouth, that is. It was nice. Insanely nice. You'd probably never had as much fun on this campus as you did with him, just in general, but...

"Same time Wednesday?" He poses with a cheeky grin, leaning onto one hand against the table -closer to you than before.

You felt something warm swirl into your stomach, as your eyes flickered over his face. He was still smiling, like he wasn't able to stop when he was here with you. And something in you never wanted to see it go away anyway.

So, with a slight head tilt and a brighter grin than what you'd let slip past all day, you repeated.

"Same time Wednesday."

[zxoaii]

Get to Know You

fem! reader x Hiromi Higuruma

Summary: After spending six months as a personal assistant to lawyer Higuruma, he finally decides to get to know you better.

SMUT

WC: 2.6k

Wattpad: _Bolter

[ Y/n ]

My fingers skim through the folders in the filing drawer. I wish he'd listen to me and implement some kind of system... Half the tabs are bent or the names are smudged and illegible.

Jesus this job tests my patience. Oh, wait. I squint to make out the smudged letters. I think this is the right file. Really how am I supposed to tell though?

My heels tap against the floor as I carry the file into Higuruma's office. "Thank you." He's a mess. Papers are strewn all over the room. He has two whiteboards crowding the office, both completely filled out, and papers pinned all over the walls.

Not to mention the hundreds of tapes in stacked boxes behind him. Recordings of his thoughts from past cases.

"Do you need something?"

"It's just... I'm sorry if this is out of line but your office is a mess." He looks around at all of his things. "I guess it is. When I'm in court on Thursday you can work on it."

My mouth drops open at his comment. "Well, I'm not the one who has a problem with it. Are you headed home?" His eyes fall back down to his paper. I swear for a moment they linger on my chest.

"I am." It's half past when I was off. The overtime isn't worth it, I stay because Higuruma is a good guy and deserves the help. Ignore his bipolar mood swings and you have a real decent man in there.

"Want to grab a drink?" He drops his pen and leans back in his chair. I thought for sure he'd be here for a few hours looking through that file. He barely glanced at it.

"A drink?"

He raises his brows at me, testing if I'm actually going to make him repeat himself. "I... Do you know a spot?"

"I was a law student, of course I know a spot." The chair creaks as he stands up from it. Higuruma shuffles things around his desk. Maybe that's his version of organizing his papers.

"You don't usually leave this early." I shouldn't overthink this. Going to get drinks isn't a big deal. "On time? Yeah, I'm taking a break. I need to think... I'm at a loss right now."

His usually neat hair is slightly disheveled from the day. I've noticed when he’s stressed he will run his fingers through his hair. Our sounds are the only ones left in the building except for the janitor.

It's so quiet I swear I can hear him sigh when I bend over to pick my bag up from under my desk. I'm not sure I've ever directly confronted my feelings for Higuruma.

He's a lawyer. A handsome and kind lawyer. What woman wouldn't develop a crush? Still, I doubt he has any room for that in his life. He's always the first in the office and the last to leave.

He lives and breathes for law.

I've been working for him for six months now. I know him from observation. We hardly ever have any kind of personal conversation. He has me go to his home alone to get things for him but I don't even know the first real thing about him.

If you wanted to know the passcode to his garage door I could tell you. I could tell you the way he likes his suits dry cleaned and the liquor he likes to have waiting in his kitchen after being in court.

Don't ask me about his favorite color though. Or the songs he likes. Or even the food he likes. I don't know him like that.

Is he curious about me like that?

We stand together in the middle of the elevator, waiting for the doors to close. Higuruma scrolls on his phone while he waits. "You did get me my pass for my prison visit tomorrow, right?"

"Of course I did. It's in my top drawer."

He nods then looks back down at his phone. My heart thumps in my chest as my mind spirals. It's just a casual thing... Really, look at him. I'm not sure Higuruma could love anything but his career.

I focus on the hum of the elevator as it makes its way down to the lobby. Our arms brush as he slides his phone into his pocket. "You aren't a law student, are you?"

He rolls his sleeves up to his forearms. "Uh... I'm- No, a law student? No, I'm a medical student." Higuruma extends his arm so I can exit first. "I see... That's fine, I was just going to bounce some ideas off of you." We wave goodbye to the security guard.

"You still can. I've learned since I started working for you ."

"Oh yeah?"

I look away to try and lessen the burning in my face. Why is he suddenly so unbearably... Sexy?

The street is busy with people. Chatter and laughter replace the quietness of the office. The city is so much more lively at night. "It's a little bit of a walk." Higuruma stops in front of the parking garage.

"That's ok. The weather is nice." I usually walk to work anyway. Plus I don't know if I could contain myself watching him drive. What's wrong with me?

"Alright." He holds an arm out for me to take. My hesitation earns a response from Higuruma, "There's a lot of people. You should stay close since it's getting darker." Really? Is he serious?

I take his arm, my fingers carefully gripping his bicep. He's muscular. More so than I had initially thought. Higuruma is talking about something. He'll expect a response. Why can't I focus? Oh my god, did someone drug me? Did I wake up lovesick today?

I start to notice the glances from people around us. That never happens when it's just me. I look up at Higuruma, maybe he suddenly grew another head.

He looks down at me, "Is something wrong?" No two heads. He's just that handsome. "Sorry, I just... I'm having trouble focusing."

"Me too."

Is he flirting with me? Higuruma moves on quickly from his comment, back to his ideas for his case. He shoots himself down every time. It seems like just saying it out loud helps him figure it out.

That must be why he loves his tape recorder so much.

Maybe I should try it sometime. It could help me study.

Before I know it I'm sitting down at the bar with Higuruma. People are doing karaoke across the room. They have darts and an unused pool table too.

"Hiromi! I haven't seen you in forever. Who's this pretty lady?" The bartender stops in front of us mid-pour. "This is my assistant, Y/n." His hand falls onto my back gently.

"Hello."

"Hello. We always speculated about the first woman Hiromi would bring to the bar. Figures it's his assistant." The comment goes over my head. Was it a joke or an insult?

The bartender moves to give the drink to someone further down the bar before making his way back to us. "Alright, I know what he wants. What can I get you, madam?" Is this one of his friends? Honestly, I assumed he didn't have any…

"What red wine do you have?"

"Just bring her the most expensive one you have." Higuruma doesn't let his friend answer. "Alright then."

.  .  .

My fingers trace the rim of my glass. Higuruma has been telling stories about his time as a law student. I've learned so much about him.

"I just never knew that you could do it like that so I got totally wasted. Blacked out. Oh god, it was the worst hangover of my life."

He looks up at me from his hunched position. "I like you, Y/n." I smile stupidly at his passing comment. "What?" His laugh is charming. "Nothing... I should head home now."

Higuruma jolts upright. "What? Why?" The crowd has grown denser around us. The bar is so loud now it feels like we're screaming at each other.

"Was it what I said?" His nail digs into the bar nervously. "No, it's just... Well I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." I don't want to kiss you and you not kiss me back.

That's where I feel like going right now.

"Well- I... I-"

His teeth chew on his bottom lip while he thinks. A shuddered sigh passes my lips. I stand to leave. "Thank you for inviting me out. I had a lot of fun tonight. I'll go pay."

We stare at each other for a moment before I start to shoulder my way through the crowd. My underwear is hot with my arousal. I really underestimated how much-

"Do you want me?" The hot air in my ear scares me. If his voice wasn't so familiar I'd assume it was a creep. "If you don't we can be done with this... If you do let me have you for the night."

My eyes search the crowd around us. No one seems to notice or care. Higuruma's breath lingers on the side of my neck. I turn so he can read my lips.

"I want you."

He lets out a breathy sigh, his shoulders relax and I watch as his eyes trace the curve of my lips. "Follow me." He takes my wrist and pulls me through the crowd. We walk away from the door.

Higuruma reaches over the bar for something. The bartender sees and then looks away. We walk further into the building, into a dark hallway.

He grabbed a key. A key that he uses to unlock a door at the end of the hall. It opens to a medium-sized private karaoke room.

Higuruma tosses the key aside. The door shuts behind me when he presses me up against it. The lock clicks then his hand finds the small of my back.

I hungrily pull him in for a kiss. Our mouths clash together desperately. He deepens the kiss as soon as my mouth opens. His tongue works against mine while his hands undo the buttons on my shirt.

My thighs press together to create any friction. Higuruma pulls away for a short moment to breathe before kissing me again. With my shirt undone his hands cup the sides of my jaw.

He tastes like liquor and cigarettes. I can feel his erection against my stomach. Nothing could tear me out of this moment now.

I undo my pants, dropping them to my ankles. The kiss breaks again. This time so he can take in my almost naked body. He looks up at me through hooded eyes.

I wonder if he can see how aroused I am for him right now.

Higuruma starts undressing himself. He starts with his tie, then his shirt, then his belt. They all drop into a pile on the floor. His happy trail forces me to swallow the saliva filling my mouth.

I watch impatiently as he undoes his pants. I'm so acutely aware of every feeling in my body. The ache in my feet from my heels. The throb in my core begging for him. The rhythmic pounding of my heart in my chest. The butterflies circling in my stomach.

Then I'm aware of his hand on my hip. The feeling of the elastic trailing down one side, then the other. "Hiromi..." His name comes out as a desperate plead.

"Fuck, say it again for me love." He guides me around so my palms are pressed flat against the door. "Hiromi, please." I look over my shoulder to see him. His hardened cock stands flat against his stomach.

"Are you sure?" His fingers linger on the clasp of my bra. "Yes, yes, please just do it." My breath hitches as his tip brushes against my bare ass leaving precum behind.

I can hear people laughing and talking outside. What if someone hears us? We aren't far from his office what-

"Oh!" My hand grabs the door handle in a tight fist. Hiromi's length slowly slides into me. He nudges my legs further apart with his knee.

"Fuck you're soaked. You like me this much?" His laugh vibrates against my back as he leans in to kiss me. I bite back pained moans.

His girth hurts so fucking addictively. I shouldn't be so shameless like this. "Good girl, just... Give it a second." It's a beautiful agony waiting for my body to adjust to him.

The wait brings our anticipation to a new peak. We both moan as I finally give in to his size. Hiromi holds my hips steady as he starts rocking his hips back and forth.

My head falls between my shoulders. His rhythm gradually increases. I've never gotten this far in my mind with him. It's heavenly.

The pads of his fingers dig into my skin. Our skin claps together loud enough for only us to hear. His moans are overpowered by all the other noises though.

Not only is his pace swift, but each thrust is rough and deep. My hands press into the door to prevent my head from slamming into it. One of Hiromi's hands slides to my chest.

I moan as he roughly cups my breast. He pulls me back, meeting me somewhere in the middle. His chest is flush against my back. My fingertips just barely remain on the door.

"It was torture not knowing what you felt like for so long." He attacks my exposed neck as I lean my head back onto his shoulder. "People will see if you leave marks."

One of my hands reaches back to hold his head. "Your boss won't care." He pulls away before I can get my fingers in his hair. I return to my position against the door but Higuruma remains leaned over.

His gruff moans consume my mind completely. My legs tremble at all the stimulation. My orgasm rapidly builds up in my stomach. Instead of words, all that leaves my mouth are pathetic cries of pleasure.

Higuruma's cock against my G-spot and his moans in my ear drive me wild. My knees buckle under me, he catches me to hold me upright.

"I'm right there too, princess..." I grab the doorknob again for support. The inside of my thighs are slick with our arousal. "Hiromi-"

His hands grip my skin harshly. My forehead rests against the door as he finishes inside me. Hiromi's cock twitches as his grip loosens.

An unexpected whimper escapes as he pulls himself out of me. "I've made such a mess of you, pretty girl. I'm sorry." I turn to face him, using the door as support.

Some of his hair is plastered to his face with sweat. His cheeks are flushed and his stomach flexes with each heavy breath he takes.

"I didn't know... You could be like that." Hiromi pulls his underwear back up. He wears the same self-assured smile that I see when he knows he's got someone cornered in court.

It makes me want another round.

"I can show you a lot more than that but maybe we should do it somewhere else. Somewhere we can lay down so I can use my mouth for something other than arguing."

He picks up my bra off the ground for me. "If you want, I can go grab my car and pick you up here. We can shower at my place."

Hiromi places a playful wet kiss on my neck. "Well, I shouldn't decline my boss when he's treating me so well..."

Our eyes lock. "Good girl."

[rotdistressxox]

IM CRYING OLS THE AGITO THING IM GONNA MAKE THAT RN 😭😭

but you COOKED with that req🙏 thank you for feeding me, I'm reading abt the ghouls but the ghoullettes catch my eye more.. THEYRE SO PRETTY IM CRYING..might...try and buy a ghoullette mask......

can i ask..for..agito..and..a few other characters of your choice (throw in ghost characters if you want make it a hybrid ask LMFAO) experiencing a soft dom partner who pegs..them.........

—🪡anon

O la la, okay! Rip ur wallet.

I'm actually most likely gonna make a separate post for this for the Ghouls. Look out for that one.

Kengan Men with a Soft Dom S/O

!Nsfw!: Hinted Afab reader (no bodyparts mentioned), M sub, Anal fingering, Pegging

Kanoh Agito

• This dynamic between him and you is something extremely special. One of the strongest fighters alive, weak and on his knees for you.

• Worshipping his body whilst you undress him. Climbing ontop while you describe what you're going to do to him.

• He likes to see you dominate him. Being cared for is so new and nice that he can't live any other way.

• Holding his face as you softly grind on his cock, telling him that you're feeling good and that his body was made for you.

• He knows nothing about sex outside of what you usually do, or the mainstream. You have to explain in detail what it is before even suggesting it.

• Is a little mortified by it, but nonetheless, willing to try pegging.

• It takes a few weeks to loosen him up, slowly fingering him as he clenches around your digits. Trying his best to be strong for you.

• Then comes the day that you try it. With lube all over the strap on and his legs open, you slowly enter him. He grunts and squeezes his eyes shut.

• "Shhh it's okay, you're doing well. You worked really hard for me and I'm going to reward you for it"

• Slow thrusts through and through. He doesn't like it rough, he finds out.

• He has a verryyy sensitive g-spot. His back arches every time you hit it. It's almost heavenly. His body compulsing as he huffs, muscles flexed, and his mind in ecstasy.

• You don't need to jerk him off while doing it. He can cum hands free, groaning as he tenses up. Tears of pleasure running from the corners of his eyes. His hips twitching as he rides out his climax.

Ohma Tokita

• Yes, despite popular opinion, he knows what sex is. It was always an after thought and wasn't on his mind as much as other people. That was when he wasn't with you, of course.

• Never knew how good it felt to be dominated by somebody else. You're his teacher when it comes to intimacy. What feels good to him, what doesn't, what turns him on.

• He likes to be rewarded with being able to eat you out / you sitting on his face as he goes to town.

• You let him be on top sometimes. You command him to speed up or slow down. He can only cum when you say he can.

• You've brought up the idea of using a strap before, he brushes it off. That, goes in there? Not a chance.

• One time you teased him for being 'scared', and he took that as a challenge. To prepare him, you sit on his face whilst massaging his insides with your middle finger. He grumbled the whole time to cover up his panting.

• Foreplay is very important, you make sure he gets all the attention he needs before you start. You propped his back up on the pillow as you squeezed his thighs. Relaxing him.

• The noise he made when you hit his sweet spot for the first time was priceless.

• He likes it a bit rough, not fast, but rough. Swearing under his breath as your thrusts make his cock dribble with cum.

• Doesn't like out right asking you to peg him, so another way he'll do it is dropping it on you or by you.

Lihito / Ichiro Nakata

• Though he puts on a tough and dominant guy persona, you know who's really in charge. And you let him know.

• He is absolutely pathetic when you have him pinned down in bed. Edging him while calling him your good little fuck toy.

• Is a bit of a brat. You aren't a hard-core dom, but sometimes you have to put him in his place by cuffing him to the bed while he watches you touch yourself.

• "Pegging... Isn't that kinda gay?" You wack him over the head and tell him to not judge it unless he's tried it.

• Is in denial about wanting to try it. He's had multiple wet dreams about you absolutely railing the shit out of him. The dreams keep happening and he can't take it anymore. He fingers himself to the thought of you bending him over and degrading him.

• With a painful boner in his boxers, he asks you to bring out the strap on. You oblige. Towel, laid down. Lube, applied. Dildo, STRAPPED.

• Prefers a bit a Foreplay before going in even though he's mentally and physically prepared. He's on his stomach with his ass up.

• A moaning mess. Likes it when you smack his butt while your thrusts render his mind useless.

Goah Ryuki

• Is a bottom from the get-go. Very submissive but can top if you asked him to.

• Ugh the way he whimpers sends a shock through your body. He likes to be edged, overstimulated, and teased.

• Thigh jobs are his favorite thing ever. The way your muscles tense around his sensitive and raw cock which you already had overstimulated beforehand.

• He actually brought up the idea of Pegging. You let him chose and buy the strap you'll use on him.

• In the time you wait for it to arrive, you have him bent over your lap with a smaller dildo you had kept in safe keeping. He was twitching and moaning so loud you had to cover his mouth so the neighbors wouldn't hear.

• He's so desperate for you to put it in him, you have to hold him down by his hips. Which is a struggle because of his strength.

• There's no going back once you put it inside him. He likes it rough and fast. You'll get a full work out once you're done with him.

A/n: DO YOUR RESEARCH BEFORE YOU TRY ANYTHING WITH YOUR PARTNER, THATS AN ORDER

• Asks you grab his hair and go harder. Your legs are already on fire, but god damn is he hot when he's like this.

[garf-lover96]

picnic one shot with julian >_^

"Come on, darling, you have to keep up!" Julian shouts at me as he trots happily along the path in the middle of the stretching wheat fields. It was a bit of a spontaneous decision to have a picnic dinner, so we had to hurry if we didn't want to wreck our barely-regular eating schedule. Especially since the spot he picked is so far away from the shop...

"Or you could just slow down a little..." I scoff under my breath and promptly almost trip over my feet when the wind messes up my hair again, obscuring my vision. Julian doesn't seem to notice and continues onward... Then I feel Bluebell land on top of my head with a worried screech. "I'm fine, sweetheart, you can keep going... Give him a peck from me though."

I finally start catching up to Julian, just in time to see Bluebell swoop down at him up close, then fly right back up to join Malak in the air. He yelps and his eyes immediately dart back to me.

"Whatever happened to clear communication, Rowan?" he whines at me with a betrayed expression.

"You were running-"

"But I promise the rush will be worth it! Besides, the more tired you get, the better the food will taste."

"Worth it... How is this spot different than any other anyway...?"

"You ask too many questions. Just trust me, ehh?"

He grabs my hand and pulls me along towards a grassier area. Following a small rise in the terrain, we stop on top of a small hill. I set my basket down and take a look around. The wind has already calmed down a little so the whole area looks much more serene. That also means no hair in my mouth when I'll start eating... Julian catches my attention by tapping me on the shoulder.

"Care to help with the blanket?"

We lay the cloth down together. As I stare down to make sure there aren't any folds or creases, Julian already plops down onto it and pulls me along so that I land sideways in his lap.

"Now you can finally rest your poor, weary legs on your favorite pillow in the world."

"...Thank you, Julian." I huff softly and lean against him a little.

"You know I sneaked a bottle of that wine you liked last time...?" he smiles proudly and nuzzles the side of my face, trying to rile me up.

"Briberyyyy, you're so horrible!" I scoff and push him away halfheartedly.

"I can't help it when you're so easy to bribe..."

With one last kiss to my cheek, Julian pulls back a little to reach for our picnic baskets so we can start eating. Time passes by quickly as we munch on our sweet pastries and fresh fruit, washing them down with wine that actually tastes more like juice. As I wipe away some crumbs from my face, Julian turns his head to look behind me. Then he taps the top of my head with his finger.

"You might want to turn around now~"

When I rotate myself in his lap, I squint momentarily before opening my eyes to see a beautiful, vibrant sunset. The sky is clear from clouds so all I see is just vivid reds and yellows melting into the horizon. I didn't even realize it got so late in the first place... I can hear myself take a small gasp.

Then I glance back at Julian, who's batting his eyelashes at me coquettishly. It makes me snicker.

"Fine."

"'Fine' what, dearest?" he tilts his head at me expectantly.

"Fine, it was worth it." I press a tiny grateful kiss to his temple.

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^ biggest picnic fan ever btw

[bogkeep]

grousing about ai art stuff

every time i open twitter (my mistake) there's a new thread on how to spot ai art or ai photos by finding all the mistakes in it, and like obviously this is useful and it's good to watch out because they kEEP SHOWING UP EVERYWHERE AHHH HELL WORLD HELL WORLD, but it's also a little depressing that we're training ourselves to nitpick all kinds of details within a piece of art.

like even before the artifically generated image boom randos on twitter would reply to fully finished illustrations with the most asinine unsolicited advice possible. art's gonna be flawed sometimes! i'll draw someone in a weird pose because of vibes! i'll wing a hand! i don't fucking know what a house actually looks like!!! like yes of course the way a human artist creates flawed art is different from the way an algorithm doesn't actually know what anything looks like because it has no mind. it doesn't know shit. so it's not that it's UNRELIABLE but it's like. it's like... i've been telling myself and others every time i'm struggling to make something look Just Right that actually nobody i going to be staring as hard at my art as i am while making it. if i don't point it out people aren't likely to notice unless they are going through it with a fine toothed comb BUT NOW WE ARE DOING THAT APPARENTLY. WHICH IS ANYONE'S PEROGATIVE AND FAIR ENOUGH! PEOPLE CAN LOOK AT MY ART HOWEVER THEY WANT IT'S FINE

but it's ALSO so depressing to consider having to analyse every single piece of art you come across like that my goddddddd i just wanna enjoy it!! i wanna enjoy art!!!! i mean the main reason i finally stopped going on twitter regularly was during the NFT boom and i got so tired of having to vet every single artist i came across to make sure i wasnt retweeting nft stuff. like that really ruined my previously enjoyable experience of LOOKING AT NICE ART ON MY FEED WITHOUT PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE.

god another thing that happened during the dark nft times was how certain art styles tended to be nfts. and i don't mean the ugly apes and stuff, like of course there's those, but there were a lot of artists who sold their souls to crypto and there was just a certain Vibe to a lot of those styles. like i got a sixth sense for it, i would see a piece of art by an unknown artists and when i checked - yep, that was a crypto guy now. and you know what!!!! i hated that!!!! i hate that it ruined entire art styles for me!! AND NOW ARTIFICIALLY GENERATED IMAGES ARE DOING THE SAME!!!!! like what tends to tip me off is less because i spotted some wonky hand or a weird flap but because the style is a popular one for the ai bros to imitate. you know what i mean right!!!!!! it's kind of how the ai photos look a bit too clean and crisp and smooth in an unsettling way. it just pings the brain a bit.

ULTIMATELY the absolute main method i have for filtering away ai images isn't so much looking for mistakes, but by checking sources. it's the same way i check that i'm not reblogging from reposting accounts Because That's A Thing I Care About Too - if there's no description or the description seems off and i don't recognise the OP, i check the original post/blog to see what's up. if the image gives me a weird vibe, i check where it comes from and who posted it. oftentimes the comments on posts with ai images will point it out - they're not always accurate and there's definitely been times where people are a little too trigger happy to accuse art of being AI... but it can be a good lead or confirm suspicions. on one hand, i don't want to do detective work while im having chill scrolling time, but on the other hand - i already had this habit for other reasons, so it's less disruptive to me than the alternative. it also helps that it's very rare for ai shit to turn up in my tumblr feed. i don't want to keep looking over my shoulder!!

(also for anyone who wants a little bit of optimism in the middle of all this, here's an episode of Better Offline podcast that outlines how it's very unlikely for generative ai to actually get much better. here's the part two also.)

[yeoosaangg]

៹ BABYDOLL || KINKTOBER ─ DAY 12

➛ PAIRING:: HAN JISUNG × FEM!READER

��� NOW PLAYING:: BABYDOLL — ARI ABDUL

⤷ ❝WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER, WISH YOUR TONGUE WOULD LINGER.❞

➛ GENRE:: FWB TO LOVERS, IDOL!AU, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: MASOCHISM, BLOOD KINK, CHOKING, CONSENTED RECORDING, DEGRADATION, DUMBIFICATION, FINGERING, MARKING, OVERSTIMULATION, PRAISE, RIMMING

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

You haven't seen Jisung in a while, so you were a bit surprised when he called you. He was already whiny, asking you to meet him in his studio.

You were in the middle of getting your pussy ate by some random dude, but you couldn't just say no to your baby.

You told him to go faster, squirting all over his face before kicking him out.

When you started messing around with Jisung, you made it clear it wasn't just going to be him. He was perfectly okay with it back then.

Until he fell in love with you.

Now, it breaks his heart everytime he finds out you've been with other men. He wants to be the only one to have your attention.

Not that he'd ever tell you, though. Your arrangement has rules, specifically a "no falling in love" rule. He hates it now, regretting signing the documents.

But he doesn't regret the times he does spend with you. You help release a lot of his stress by feeding into his kinks. You being a domme was perfect for his disgusting fantasies.

You walk through the familiar hallway and find his studio. As soon as you lock the door behind you, he throws himself into your arms.

He kisses all over your face, saying how much he's missed you. You rub circles into his hips to calm him down, fingers slipping under his hoodie.

You kiss his forehead, amused at how giggly he is at your presence.

Y/n: Hey, there pretty baby. I missed you, too.

You had another guy's tongue in your cunt just ten minutes ago... But he doesn't need to know that.

Jisung pulls you onto his chair, sitting on your lap. His legs hand off the side, arms wrapped around your neck.

Y/n: Needy for me, aren't you?

Jisung: Need you so bad. Too much stress.

You kiss his entire face, hands groping his ass. He moans into your mouth, turning to straddle your lap.

He tugs at his clothes, whining when they don't come off. You chuckle, helping him get completely naked.

He tugs at your clothes, big eyes staring at you with such eagerness.

You give him permission to remove your clothes, and he leaves you in only your panties. You question his motives and then realize he's staring at your wet spot.

His face turns into a scowl.

Jisung: Who was it this time?

Y/n: Don't even know his name.

Jisung: Did he fuck you?

Y/n: Nah. Just ate me out.

You know he's jealous. Though, you think it's adorable. What's he gonna do to you, huh? You actually want to see him try.

Jisung: Why do you do this to me, Mistress? Do you secretly hate me?

Where did that come from?

Y/n: Of course not, baby. Why would you think that?

Jisung: You let other men touch you. Especially on the same day I want you all to myself. Do I not satisfy you enough? Am I too boring?

You frown, cupping his face when he tries to look away. You use your thumbs to wipe the river of tears pooling down his face

Y/n: What is it exactly that you want to tell me? You're spiraling and I need you to reel it back in, Hannie.

His bottom lip trembles as he stares at you with such sad eyes.

Jisung: I'm in love with you. And it hurts me everytime you're with men that aren't me. Why can't you just love me back?

Oh.

It's not that you don't want to love him, you just never thought about him that way.

You're the type of person that needs to be 100% sure that someone's interested in you in order to open up that part of yourself.

Just like now.

Y/n: I'm sorry that I hurt you, but that wasn't my intention. I was not aware you had feelings for me, seeing as our agreement was strictly of us being friends with benefits. That doesn't mean I can't love you one day.

His forehead creases, confusion now adorning his adorable features.

Jisung: What do you mean by that?

Y/n: I'm someone that believes it's unrealistic for someone to be into me. I don't pick up signals as well as others do because I assume it's just a friendly gesture.

He hums, playing with the string of his hoodie.

Y/n: Now that I'm aware of your feelings, I can slowly open up to the possibility of dating you. But it'll take time, Hannie.

Jisung: I'll wait for you, Mistress. I truly don't mind.

You give him a long and passionate kiss, a huge contrast to the hasty and lustful ones you usually give him.

Y/n: How about I take care of you today? Do whatever you want me to do to you, yeah?

Jisung: Really?

Y/n: Yes, babydoll. Anything you want.

He grins in excitement, looking around to see if anything can give him inspiration. He pulls the microphone and starts a brand new recording, pressing the button.

Jisung: Is this okay? Want to listen to it whenever you're not with me.

He's so fucking adorable.

Y/n: Humiliating, isn't it? Listening to yourself fall apart at my touch.

He moans when you grab his cock, pumping it at an agonizingly slow pace.

Jisung: Not at- Fuck! Not at all, Mistress. Love it when you ruin me.

Y/n: Yeah? Then what else do you want me to do other than tease your cock?

He melts in as your hand starts to pump at a faster pace.

Jisung: Carve your name onto me. Brand me as yours.

You bite down on his shoulder, the thought causing such nasty and vile comments to flood your brain.

Y/n: Where, babydoll.

Jisung: My hips. Please, Mistress.

You watch as his cum shoots out, coating your hand and his abdomen. You lick his cum clean of your hand, gathering the rest from his body.

Jisung: That's so hot.

You stand up, placing him on the chair. You take out a small switchblade and chuckle at how his cock twitched at the sight.

Y/n: Want me to lick the blood away, my little painslut?

He moans, nodding his head.

Jisung: Can I touch myself?

Y/n: Go ahead, baby.

He was so desperate to jerk himself off as you start cutting into the flesh of his hipbone. He cries out, loving how you lick the blood off with each letter.

Jisung: A heart too, please.

You chuckle, adding a heart next to your name.

You don't stop licking the blood until it has somewhat stopped.

His cum coats your face and he panics.

Jisung: I'm sorry, Mistress! Just felt so good, didn't mean to cum without permission.

You slap his tender thigh, eliciting a whine from the back of his throat.

Y/n: This is about you, babydoll. No need to apologize. How does my masterpiece look?

He looks down and moans at the sight.

Jisung: Now everyone's gonna know I'm yours.

Y/n: And from now on, I'm yours. No more sleeping around.

Jisung: Good. Now please finger me, Mistress.

You spread his legs, eyebrows raising at the small plug lodge in his ass.

Jisung: Wanted to be ready for you.

You kiss the inside of his thighs, pulling the toy out. He moans at the feeling, choking when you shove three fingers into his tight hole.

Jisung: Fuck! Yes, use me like a whore.

Y/n: Looks like you didn't prep yourself right. Did you do this on purpose?

He nods, screaming when you take his cock in your mouth.

Jisung: So good! Warm and wet.

You deep throat him, fingers opening him up as his eyes roll to the back of his head. He plays with his nipples, his breathing labored.

Jisung: Too much! Feeling lots!

Your fingers hit his prostate, his cum shooting down your throat. His whining and moaning tells you he's severely overstimulated.

You pull your fingers out, only for him to grab your wrist to keep them there. But you slap his hand away and he gasps when you hold his hips down.

Jisung: What- Oh, fuck!

You pull off his cock and start eating him out. Your tongue pushes into his ass so deliciously, his legs start shaking.

Jisung: Can I- Mmm- Can I please pull your hair?

You nod, not withdrawing from rimming his hole.

His hands weave through your hair, pulling you closer to have your tongue as far inside him as you can.

Jisung: So good!

You bring a hand up and pump his cock. He throws his head back and cums hard against his abdomen. Before you pull away, you bite his inner thigh, earning a beautiful whimper.

Jisung: Can I be inside you now?

Y/n: Look at you, sweet pup. So eager for me to use you like a dildo.

Jisung: Mhm! Wanna make Mistress feel good, too.

You push his legs into his chest and smack his ass hard. He whines at the sting, but laughs when the pleasure takes over.

Y/n: Dildos don't speak, mutt. Now sit there, don't move, and let me fuck myself on your cock.

He nods, sitting back on the chair. He tries to be as limp as possible, wanting to please you.

You straddle his lap, not wasting any time and bounce on his cock. You don't hold back your moans, squatting up and down, fondling your own breasts.

Y/n: Such an obedient little puppy, so perfectly trained. You can get all the rewards for being so good.

He holds back from whimpering at your words. Your gummy walls engulf his hard cock so deliciously, he's seeing stars.

Y/n: You can speak and move now, baby.

He screams, his mouth attaching to your left nipple. He uses it like it's his own personal chew toy.

Y/n: Such a whore for my boobs. You'd have them in your mouth all the time if it was allowed, huh?

He whines, bucking his hips up. You yelp in surprise at the way his tip hit your cervix.

Y/n: Be a good boy and fuck your Mistress. Use her like your own personal fleshlight.

He was so dazed, he thought he was halucinating. But when you wrap your hand around his neck, he knew you actually meant it.

Jisung: Anything for you.

He grabs your hips and desperately rams his cock into your begging cunt. He watches the way your eyes roll into the back of your head - he wants more.

He starts marking your neck, hickeys lining up your collarbone in a pretty shade of red.

Your orgasm hits you hard, creaming all over his lower half. He smiles in satisfaction from making you feel just as good as you make him feel.

Jisung: Was that good, Mistress?

Y/n: So fucking good.

You roll your hips, overstimulating the both of you. You just want to keep him forever with the way he makes your pussy scream.

Jisung: So... Another round?

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a/n: *evil laughter* thanks for reading ‹𝟹

[bonzos-number-1-fan]

TMAGP 9 Thoughts: Name Dropping

This one was a big one. I was hoping some of this would happen later if only for my own amusement. Of all the episodes thus far I think there might be have the most foundational elements to the wider narrative in it.

Spoilers for episode 9 below the cut.

We'll start at the start although I don't have much to say about this pre-incident banter. It's mostly stuff that I think is for humour rather than narrative relevance. Such as the questions have a classic 7 point scale, but instead of neutral in the middle neutral is an extreme and trauma is the other one. Dead creatures, blood transfusions, and why? are all similar there. It's fun dialogue but I don't think there is much to say beyond that.

The case itself is a really great one. Might be my favourite so far. It's a Magnus Institute statement, opens with some interesting titbits, is TTRPG related, has a fun hook, and a satisfying conclusion. Hard to fault it anywhere.

So lets get to the fun stuff. The Magnus Institute framing isn't really of interest to me right now. This isn't anything particularly unexpected and doesn't give us any new information about the Institute itself but does hint at some of their methodology. The statement is part of artefact's assessment, and preceding the statement itself the artefact is given some viability ratings. No viability as subject, low as agent, and medium as catalyst. I've seen some people interpreting this as being about the statement giver but as this is the "Statement and Research assessment for artefact CD137" I think that's a misinterpretation. Especially since this post-statement and the statement giver dies. Those terms aren't explained here but if I had to take a stab at it I think subject is probably about further research, agent is it's utility as a weapon, and catalyst is likely related to rituals or avatars. The recommendation is a referral to "referral to Catalytics for Enrichment applicability assessment. "Enrichment" here could be a euphemism for turning someone into an avatar of sorts, or be a little more literal as an actual catalyst for some sort of experiment or ritual. I think the ritual idea is maybe more on the right lines as alchemy is a large motif of this series.

There isn't much to say about the statement itself. The dice could be the same ones mentioned in Episode 4: Taking Notes. That episode wasn't written by Jonny or Alex, while this one was, but I feel that sort of detail is something they'd feel comfortable adding in. Although I think it's more likely that the old man himself was part of the direction.

"Externals Liaison" being "gofer" so far is pretty great, and Nigel Dickerson is a pretty spot on name for that sort of British TV personality. Can't wait to hear about how they eat children.

Alice still being into Sam and jelly of Celia is cute, and it's great to see more of Teddy. I'm pretty sure he's going to play a larger role in all of this than it seems so far. Going to dig through the ruins of the Magnus Institute might also mean that episode 10 will be a no-incident episode too. Those things usually happened at the start and end of seasons for TMA but it seems pretty appropriate for TMP right now.

Overall, great episode.

Bonzo!Bonzo!!Bonzo!!!

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Starting with this post I'm going to include a link to my Google sheet containing all the current cases, their CAT#'s, R#'s, DPHW's, etc. It contains about as much information on each as I think is reasonable, including who narrates it, a link to its episode, and any other relevant notes, as well as headers for incidents we didn't hear. Additionally it also contains the Klaus sheet (German and English) and links to it when a incident matches. It will be updated each episode after the episode is publicly available.

Incident/CAT#R#DPHW Master Sheet

DPHW Theory: 3354 is fairly standard for this sort of thing, I think. I expected H to be a little higher in general but not by a lot. The only very high score we've seen for H involved a lot of compulsion, and the higher scores are harder to escape from than this one seems to be.

Splitting CAT# and R# theories into two separate things now. As you may or may not have seen I wrote a fairly extensive theory on what I think R# means so it makes no real sense to group them.

CAT# Theory: CAT3 is a nice new data point. Not many CAT3's so hopefully this will help elucidate that. But as of yet I don't have a solid theory about how that could work. The other CAT3's were Transformation (Eyes) -/- Trespass, and Transformation (Full) -/- Dysmorphic which have the obvious overlap of transformation but that doesn't have a lot of overlap with Dice (Bone) -/- Fate particularly. There is the subsection of bone here which you could say is linked to the more physical manifestations of those two incidents but the Tria Prima idea I talked about here isn't something I think holds up well. So if CAT3 is something along the lines of the physical I don't think it'll be quite like that.

R# Theory: RB isn't particularly interesting in a general sense. It supports my theory reasonably well and so isn't too surprising. Which means there is little to talk about there. However, I do think it's a really good nail in the coffin for some of my other ideas. Which is encouraging now that I'm thinking about it in very different terms.

Header talk: Dice (Bone) -/- Fate is somewhat interesting. Dice (Bone) is incredibly specific in a way that bothers me. So far sections have been reasonably broad. A violin ends up in Collection, other objects in Agglomeration, Architecture deals with seemingly all buildings, but this section is just for dice? I can't be the only one that thinks that's far more specific than what we've seen before. It's also another very strange crosslink. I'm still not entirely sure what to make of those. I may have mentioned briefly that my current framework for crosslinks is viewing them as vectors. i.e. they're the way in which the supernatural is able to manifest. That holds up with Fate but it's still a bit strange in general terms.

[johannestevans]

so important for the twink who's been lusting over his middle-aged oblivious het work colleague to finally just break and he like Hey real quick can I suck your cock

and colleague, who's never received a BJ or tbh a compliment before, including from his ex wife, to be like. huh?

like I'm just thinking and average looking guy who's a little too into his work and isn't great at charming people, he's blunt and a little bland

doesn't feel great about his appearance bc he's not too tall and he's stocky and pudgy and he's not got the big chiseled jaw

meanwhile this twink is. fucking salivating at the DILF supreme with his big strong hands and his weighted body and his hairy chest and his thick thighs and the way his eyes crinkle at the edges when he smiles

and the colleague is like but??? aren't you very gorgeous? by gay guy standards? can't you, um. do better? bc even women aren't particularly attracted to me, at least, they've never said

and the twink is like. ok well they're insane, open your jeans

idk im thinking about the particular het culture where autistic guys especially get overlooked dating wise anyway, but also some cishet women just never compliment their partners' appearances even just to say "looking handsome!" bc they think feeling attractive is for women only

and then you have. twink.

who's just a little drunk and/or stoned and horny and is just like Please, based on the rest of the package here, I'm assuming your dick is great

and the guy is like there is??? no package available

and twink like???? you have nice hair, your eyes are gorgeous and you have that cute crinkle and the dimples, you have strong shoulders and I've watched you lift stuff, you could definitely lift ME, and you're hairy which is HOT and you've got great legs

is your lap comfy

and colleague blustering and red faced but it doesn't occur to him to refuse when the twink gestures to his lap, and he's WARM and his hands are sliding down his neck and his thumbs are on his jaw, and colleague isn't attracted to guys but… this is NICE

esp twink kissing him and colleague trying to kiss back and twink being like EW stop that stop that right now what the fuck.

and colleague like oh I'm so sorry fuck i--

and twink all, kiss like i show you, don't be so liberal with the tongue

and they're kissing and it… it actually feels NICE? it feels good? especially bc the twink is grinding down in his lap and colleague is like 😳😳😳 bc he's hard and also he's 44 and just got Educated in Kissing Properly which he didn't know you could even do wrong

twink getting to his knees and colleague trying to be like oh no no you don't have to--

and twink like, i absolutely have to do this and might die if i don't. are you okay with killing me

and colleague like. I'm. I'm pretty sure you won't die from not sucking me off

and the twink like, alan, you didn't even know which month was pride month, so why would you be that confident about me sucking dick and whether i would die or not

and colleague just

twink on his knees and colleague who's never considered himself much of a stud and sometimes has a hard time getting off absolutely losing his mind

because the twink is doing things with his mouth and tongue and HANDS he's never imagined

and he's tugging at his balls and twisting his grip a bit on the base of his cock and dragging his tongue against this one really sensitive spot on the side of his cock head and just

liquefying his brains

esp if they finish and the twink is like that was great

and goes home

and colleague is just like. that was mind blowing but am i a bad person if I'm not gay but I want to do that again? shouldn't i blow him back? to be polite???

and being so nervous and shy about wanting to invite the twink for more casual sex, but every time the twink suggests it he's like YES YES ABSOLUTELY and then is anxious he's too eager and that it's disrespectful or unkind

MEANWHILE the twink keeps saying he's such a daddy and that he's cute and hot and handsome and that's amazing but also the sex is so… affirming and NICE

the first time sex hasn't been stressful for felt like a chore

and the twink won't let him suck him off bc he's like. no babe I know you want to reciprocate but this is an acquired taste and in my expert opinion it's not for you

so he tries to fuck the twink as vigorously as possible when they try anal

and the. the benefit of his ED is that his stamina means fucking harder for. longer

than the twink expected

and the twink just fucking dizzy and mindless with cock after like oh my god????? you ruined me? do it agajn!?

I'm just obsessed with the dynamic of the twink who's. a lot more confident and experienced, but also very much at home with casual sex between friends

whereas the colleague is having a moderate identity crisis

because he's still not gay! he's pretty sure he's not attracted to men, including this one! but the sex is really good? does that make him a bad person, shouldn't he let the twink KNOW?

and he does and the twink is like… yeah? duh? would you like to try prostate stimulation

you don't have to but i think you'd like it

and colleague is all like, you… fuck me?

and the twink falling over laughing like, ME? top? top YOU? oh no we're great friends but I'm too lazy. no i meant I'd finger you while sucking you off

and the colleague just lying there after, dazed and starry-eyed, like. maybe we should get married

and the twink just like. Alan how has your ex wife not taught you to be more discerning about proposals? also i am NOT the marrying kind

anyway i think it would be good if the twink started introducing him to hot chicks he knows, that will top as well as bottom and that also just? Will make a man feel good?

esp if Alan is just embarrassingly smitten and goes OTT on flowers and gifts and she's like 😳

and i think the ideal for this is the colleague kind of clearing his throat at his wedding like. uh. i invited. i invited a guy. for you. he's just come out and he's like 45 and he's--

the twink is like, alan, please, say no more. point him and the coat closet out in that order

the twink, drunk, after, sitting in the lap of his new conquest: this is dave he's the sacrifice Alan made at the altar of my bussy in exchange for my services

Alan: this is a very unorthodox wedding toast

twink: HAPPINESS TO THE BRIDE AND GROOM

[pastafossa]

Dear pasta

Do you have any wood carving tips for beginners?

I bought a bunch of wood and a couple of knives and idk what to do

BOY DO I. And I'm in a good spot for it because I have FOUR carvings of the same design in various stages of completion to assist.

I'm going to also put this behind a cut so that anyone who's like br br pasta it's just wood wood is boring NO IT'S NOT IT'S AMAZING isn't forced scroll by. Although I'm keeping the first tip in the open because IT IS VERY IMPORTANT.

TIPS FROM SIX YEARS OF CARVING/INJURIES/VISITS WITH MY CARVING TEACHER.

First, get yourself a pair of no cut gloves if you haven't already. I use these! They're cheap and they WILL save you a trip to the ER. Take it from someone who carved without them once and slipped with their knife and basically cut themselves down to the bone in their hand. 7 stitches and one bitchin scar later, I now never carve without gloves.

OK. So when starting, you're going to have your wood in of three forms: a blank (a small block of wood), a cut out (a blank that's been cut by a bandsaw into a basic shape), or a rough out (a cutout that's had most excess cut away and just needs details and final shaping). I don't know obviously which you have, but a LOT of people starting out aren't aware that when you're learning you can often purchase cutouts that make things easier (Hummul for example has a lot!). You can still carve from a blank, though! It'll just take a bit longer. Here's a picture with the 3 stages of my sea serpent design, and the first sea serpent I ever made that I carved from a blank, so you can see what I meam (coils are different on 3 just cause I felt like it, so ignore that).

When starting, try to stick to more simple designs so you don't get overwhelmed. Think smaller, basic shapes, usually made of something like basswood which is a nice soft wood (easy to cut). My teacher for example starts everyone on basswood rubber ducky shapes! So there's no complex details, and more abstract shapes. These are three of the carvings I made that first week of my class as an example (the little face is called a wood spirit and you can find a lot of guides for them on youtube, they're very popular!)

There is a basic process here that we can see with the sea serpents again! Step 1 you trace your design. Step 2, you're removing the large or small chunks of excess (this is where some use a bandsaw if accessible). Step 3 is rounding and shaping. And step 4 is adding details and finishing. If you're not sure about shapes, consider using some basic outlines from online! I've even used toys to give me a basic shape!

GRAINS: when you first begin to cut, you're going to want to cut with the grain as much as possible. Wood carves far more easily when your knife moves with the grain than against it. There will be points where you have no choice (this is why basswood is a popular wood for beginners and experts alike - little grain, very soft), but try as best you can to go with it. You'll feel it when you cut with it - it'll be a lot easier, but depending on the wood, you can also see it! The bottom wood has an easy to see grain, the top one a bit harder (also note the difference between the band saw lines - perfectly straight and up and down - and the actual grain - left to right, more wavy, nature hates straight lines), and the middle you'll have to look closely to see. If you've got pretty natural grains, most carvers stain or seal them without paint. Basswood's got borderline no visible grain so is almost always painted (see duck above). You'll likely develop a preference as time goes on, too!

If you're carving from a straight up wood blank, try to make your design fit the shape as closely as possible. This will minimize the amount of excess wood you have to cut off! Especially since your first step is removing what doesn't belong before you start curving and rounding (there's also pencil marks on the top, so I know what I'm carving on all sides).

SHARPEN SHARPEN SHARPEN. If you've got a good knife, it likely came pre sharpened, which is great and can serve you for quite a while, especially if you're cutting softer woods! But you're also going to need to sharpen your knife regularly - I'm working on a very hard walnut dolphin atm and I'm sharpening every 20 minutes or so cause it wears the blade down. To sharpen, you use a strop. There are additional guides for that and places to buy one, but if you're handy you can make one. My teacher's (and mine) is literally strips of cork board covered in compound, and glued to two sides of a wood paddle. Very cheap. 😂 If you need tips on sharpening, let me know!

If you're going to use a natural finish on your wood (i.e. anything but basswood), you'll want to sand after carving and before sealing! Start with 80 grit, then move to 120 grit, and finish with 240. Note: as you start to sand, you'll see lots of little spots appear! You want to sand those away!

MOST SEALANTS ARE TOXIC TO BREATHE, DO IT OUTSIDE OR WEAR A MASK! If you want to avoid that, seal with something like Tried and True Original Finish or try carving wood you paint instead, since you basically carve, skip sanding, and paint with watered down acrylics!

Lastly, the way I hold my knife when carving: I use my thumb against the non-cutting edge to 'push' the knife in a hingeing motion (I'll see if I can make a gif for it at some point). It takes some strain off your hands and lends more strength to the knife for harder or quick cuts. You can also cut VERY fast once you get this down, and my teacher's approved it as a valid technique.

I hope these help! I love love LOVE carving and wish there were more classes around for people to take! Fortunately there are a lot of youtube vids and guides but SO much of it is really just practice. It's also an incredibly soothing hobby. I love sitting in front of a movie or series or listening to a podcast/audio book while I just sit and cut away. And remember, if you have a blank and get into it and start to feel overwhelmed, there are plenty of cutouts and roughouts you can try instead that mean all you need to work on is shaping and detailing! Let me know if you have any other questions!

[cross-armageddon]

One more PJO x PRSK post before hiatus

Like I mentioned before - I'm going away for a few days and I won't have access to my tablet, so no doodling anything. I will be able to reply to asks, although it might take some time. I will also schedule a post about Prima Vista, so you know I'm still alive

I will be back doing silly stuff afterwards!!

Niigo (1/2)

(a friend of mine started praising that I put mi🅱️uki and kanada together, but in reality i just simply had an idea for both of them, good my friend's happy tho)

I did already mention some Kanade shenanigans, like the fact she regularly goes out of the camp to visit her human dad. She makes a huge sacrifice going out, with her sensitivity making her light-headed all the time, but hey, that's why she always has someone to accompany her.

She can fight a little, but yeah, it's pretty difficult for her. Instead she works with people higher rank than her during nighttime. It's either simple watch patrol or she practices tending to wounds. A LOT of campers dislike being admitted to her, because... Well, being tended to by a child of a god of death isn't a good sign, despite Kanade being the cutest awkward creature ever created on this planet and actually being pretty decent in patching up wounds. Her gemstone searching powers aren't really much of importance to her - if she ever uses that, it's mostly for negotiations (she's not affected by a curse like Hazel) or for distraction (the classic "throw a coin" situation, but it's eith literally any shiny rock ever).

If you want to ask how she wasn't exploited for that power - the gems don't appear next to her for no reason, she summons them willingly. Simply saying, nobody knew about it, not even her, that is until she found out.

Now, Mizuki.

What did I mean by transformation powers?

Mizuki is naturally talented with making costumes and applying makeup, to the point that they can easily appear as someone else.

Makeup they apply can easily make the optical illusion of having a different face, nose or even eye shape. They can either create a whole fake identity on the spot or imitate someone else, which is a pretty scary ability, but quite fitting. They can get perceived as a whole different person based of their appearance at the moment.

They can pretend to be anyone, but they definitely prefer to imitate girls more often (self explanatory). Appearing as Ena is a pretty successful prank on the real Ena (also Akito, but he quickly figures it out, since Mizuki can't speak when imitating someone - their voice doesn't change).

Also I already mentioned it, but imagine the Aphrodite claim going like this

Aphrodite trans beam (/hj, the closet may be glass, but Mizuki hasnt actually came out YET. On another hand, I like the idea of Aphrodite affirming her children's gender identities while claiming them as hers.)

Also, Mizuki was probably one of the first ones from the cast to get admitted to their respective camp. So yeah, no way of anyone else really knowing, besides the ones who canonically know, like Rui.

Now, a very interesting thing I designed for them - their needle cushion they have on their wrist.

Mizuki can fight with a normal weapon, but those "sewing" needles (not actually for sewing) are their secondary secret weapon.

From the cushion's backside, there's an opening where they can put any liquid inside. After closing it, they can wear the cushion on their wrist and push the needles into it to let them soak in whatever liquid is inside. It could be centaur blood, it could be something to paralyze someone overtime, whatever non-lethal thing - or actual deadly poison. Although the last one is only for real battles and never for practice, wouldn't wanna accidentally kill a campmate.

The needles work against monsters AND demigods, so that's fun! Don't fuck with Mizuki!

Anyways that was all for the post, I'm gonna be back in a few days, but I will post the next Prima Vista event story in the middle of my vacations okay bye

[helluva-world-innit]

Late to the party but finally making an entrance is Envy Ring!

I'm sure you can see similarities between it and Greed which Levi is less than pleased about. Mammon swears he's just trying to give Hell's denizens a lively, entertaining place to spend their Souls/jewels and exploit their Sinners, not copying Envy's bright and alluring aesthetic. To be fair to him, Envy's light is largely bioluminescence whereas Greed must rely on the soul energy that flows into and around Hell from Sloth Ring (we'll get to that house of horrors when we get there). As such, Envy and Wrath Rings are the only ones to have natural light (biolum and lava). Go figure. Green is the main color here though it's not allowing me to photograph it properly. The windows in the palace are actually light green, not white. My gel pens did not want to cooperate and I think I gave up at that point too. Anyhoo, coral reefs were defs an inspiration for this place. As well as the deep sea and fish just being fish.

As is the case in the open Earth ocean...everything in Envy can and will fucking kill you (yes, that is a giant crab). From the flora to the fauna to the fucking ROCKS to the crushing pressure and scathing shade thrown by the Ringmaster or their Overseers, Delta and Ray, everything is designed to leave you bleeding for the sharks here. Even the few landmasses that dot the massive Ring aren't safe. Above the waves live horse-sized creatures that look like pelicans under an x-ray machine. The bone skimmers, as they are known, are notorious for attacking and eating any demons that come too far up to the surface. The rare tourist spot or transport station above the water have to have hounds patrolling around the clock to keep the hellish birds at bay. Naturally, everything is more expensive in Envy proper, where only those who can breathe the sulfuric water of Hell may dwell for any length of time. It is a place of privilege, beauty, and attitude. All of which has been cultivated by its Ringmaster, Leviathan (that big ol' tentacled thing by the palace? that's him playing peekaboo; like an iceberg, we just see the tip).

There is a natural current of soul energy that courses through Envy (crevice, bottom left-ish). Here is where many of the higher echelon of Envy live and work since it's a well-spring of power and very bright here. Named the Ring of Influence, it runs around the entire Ring like a smaller separate ring of Hell itself. The Ars Goetia who live here may as well be gods the lower hellborn are always vying for the attention of and Sinners know no peace if they happen to become entangled in the tendrils of this privileged and isolated kingdom. They form an entirely unique enslaved underclass here and Envy is the biggest generator of Broken Sinners in Hell as a result (we'll get to the Broken later too). The housing and such you can see in the background up there are where the middle-class worker bees live mostly. Also the occasional poor Hellborn or Sinner that would rather die (again?) than fall into the Ring of Influence where life could very well be worse for them depending who gobbles them up. It's like whalefall, I guess.

Now, the tubes. So Hell's got these elevators, right? Hell-evators, if you will. Well, most Rings hide or blend them in to the environment. Not Envy Ring. Demons can see exactly what part of Envy Ring they're traveling to or through thanks to the reinforced glass of the Hell-evators here. Naughty demons even break them sometimes as illustrated above. They have the tech to build a new one and do so, no problem. The general mindset here is 'yeah, we know you want what we have but you could never pull it off like us so die mad' even if every Envy citizen is a literal fish out of water in any other Ring they might travel to. Sure, they're someone that matters there, but would anyone in Gluttony give a shit? Or Pride? Hard to say.

Leviathan is cold, calculating and about the only being stronger than Lucifer in Hell. What stops these two from coming to blows like how Satan and Luci did all those millennia ago to decide who would rule Hell is Levi likes being behind the scenes. Anything that keeps God's attention off them and the prophecy to kill them and serve them up like sashimi to humanity is *chef's kiss*. While they question the decisions their king makes, they still have a frightful amount of respect and love for Lucifer and Satan...just not really anyone else. Including Charlie. Especially not Asmodeus, who is the youngest of the Sins by far.

Notable characters from this Ring are Nifty, Chaz and his family, Verosika, Alessio/the majority of Crimson's gang still, and Baxter. The Overseers of this Ring are the aforementioned eel twins, Delta and Ray. Also planning on doing a map view of this Ring later so I can paint a better picture of where everything is in relation to each other.

Up Next (though who knows when): Sloth Ring!

[dusk-army-blog]

Incident

Ever since the incident, I've come to dread the colors. You would, too, if everything was grayscale and a splash of red or a yellow glow meant something was amiss. I don't really remember what things looked like before; yes, there were colorful signs and clothes, but the city has always been kind of gray. I'll look at a shop on the way to work and a part of me knows, "That OPEN sign is neon blue," even though what I see is dull as stone. So, when a person walks by, highlighted in red, when I don't need to remind myself what color something is supposed to be, that's when the dread kicks in. Because it means that it's time to do my job. Being dead sucks.

I... don't remember how it happened. Not exactly. The memories are clear enough before the incident. I stopped by the convenience store on my way home from school. Lots of students were there that day, crowded into a tiny building with a broken air conditioner. I wanted ice cream, but they were out. Settled on cold bottle of cola instead. Anything to beat the heat. The bus wasn't running; I think there was an accident somewhere on the route. Just as well. Who'd want to be crammed into a metal box crawling across the pavement in the middle of summer?

Besides, I had a friend that worked for public works department, so I could take a few shortcuts that weren't available to most people. Turn down an alley, unlock a door to an abandoned construction zone, and voila, three blocks of junk instead of six blocks of traffic. I took shortcuts like that one all the time, but... Well, next thing I knew, I was watching my own funeral. Mom crying. Friends wondering if they could have changed something.

I tried to retrace my steps a few times, to figure out what happened. Best I can come up with is this: there's a factory right next to the shortcut, one of those ugly things from the industrial revolution. There was a plan to tear it down, but no money to do it with. High winds, maybe a bird landing in the wrong spot, whatever the exact reason, some bricks fell off one of the smoke stacks. Clonked me right in the head. Probably. I can't exactly ask, you know? There's no guy in a hood to come tell you it's your time, no angel with a little book recording when and how you died. Really, I wasn't even sure I was dead until I met Gramps.

Actually, I guess I've been lying here. Just a bit. I'm not alive but, technically, I could be deader than I am. At least, that's what Gramps told me. Never got to meet him when I was alive, but I saw pictures so I knew who he was. Big muscles for such an old guy, from a lifetime of work in a steel mill. And, even after death, there's still work to be done, and huge labor shortage for it. Those colors I mentioned, the ones I can still see. They're some kind of interference between the living and the dead, usually vengeful spirits or something like that. Red ones aren't so bad. They're usually angry, kinda stupid even. Easy enough to deal with. But the blue ones? Don't get me started on the blue ones. Being dead sucks, blue glows fill me with terror. But, at least I get to hunt ghosts for an unliving.

[littlestsnicket]

tagged by @virginian-wolfsnake (thank you :) i still have a bunch of your fic open in tabs to re-read)

Fanfic writer 20 questions

how many fics do you have on ao3?

110 (that's not as many as it seems, i've written a lot of drabbles and have had my account since 2014)

2. what is your ao3 word count?

65,046 (see, not actually that much writing)

3. how many fandoms do you write for and what are they?

according to my ao3 stats, lots. slightly more than i can fit on my phone screen at once, lots. that i've written more than a few fics for an would consider writing in again if the mood struck me: community, doctor who, a series of unfortunate events, twin peaks, the witcher. (there's also a decent amount of marvel comic related fic, but i don't really see myself going back to that.)

4. what are your top five fic by kudos?

mending what's not quite broken: post season 2 witcher fic exploring geralt and ciri and jaskier and yennefer's relationship dynamic. it started as me being pissy about fanon takes on several things and ended up being a heartfelt exploration of unrequited love and that being ok, actually. it is also almost 4 times longer than anything else i have written. anyway, it's probably the thing i am most proud of, so it's cool it's at the top of the kudos list.

it's all fun and games: community fic where annie and abed have sex for the first time as themselves (in the sense that the fic implies that they very regularly have sex with each other while pretending to be other people). platonic soulmates with benefits ftw.

uncooperative sobering up: community fic exploring troy's feelings about abed and the emotional fallout of mixology certification.

(take your time) coming home: community fic set in a slight au where troy goes back to greendale near the end of season 6. it's mostly about the things that stay the same when it seems like everything has changed.

long distance confessionals: community fic set post season 6, where jeff calls abed in the middle of the night to have a small mental breakdown. (i regret not putting slightly more effort into this fic title, otherwise it's a solid fic.)

(you have to go down like 15 spots to get to asoue fic, which is not intellectually surprising cause teeny tiny fandom that i joined late, but i feel like i got such good responses to my asoue fic? i guess comments from people who's usernames i recognize feels better than kudos.)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

most of the time. i like to let people know how i felt about their comment, even if it's just a quick thanks!

6. what is the fic you've written that had the angstiest ending?

that's an interesting question. i usually aim to end my fic on a reasonably optimistic note. probably scraps of paper concealed in handshakes (lemony and beatrice and bertrand pass notes after lemony fakes his death) or audible capital letters (yennefer and jaskier have a very silly conversation about science). they are both, overall, quite silly, but they both end with me going 'hey, remember the awful thing that is going to canonically happen next?!?'

7. do you write crossovers?

generally no, but i am very proud of the one i wrote, where dale cooper visits the snicketverse: iron filings drawn to a magnet

8. have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

not really? i have gotten a few comments where my response was 'i'm not sure why you felt the need to tell me that' but nothing i would actually classify as hate.

9. do you write smut? if so what kind?

uh, sure. i have written a handful of fics with 'on screen' sex. i wouldn't really classify them as smut though. i feel a bit bad, because i read a lot of smut and would like to give back to the smut reading community. i just... i don't like sharing things that aren't as good as i feel i can personally make them, and it's very awkward to put that much thought into sex (for me at least), so unless it's furthering some thematic point, i'm probably not going to manage to write it.

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i noticed, at least.

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

no. i had one of my drabbles podficced though, and that was incredibly exciting! i don't think i crossposted that. maybe i should? cuase it's really good! i've never interacted with the person that did it outside of the comment they made asking for permission and me commenting on the podfic that i was very excited that they had done it. i don't know what the etiquette for this is. someone also drew fanart for one of my atwq fics, i should have added a link to the story at the time, but i did not, so it's lost to the lack of thorough tagging on my tumblr...

12. have you ever co-written a fic?

no. i'm pretty sure my writing process is so erratic and undisciplined (i don't even write drabbles in order) that this would be impossible. i do really enjoy bouncing ideas off my beta reader though.

13. what is your all time favorite ship?

oh. this is so hard. uh... i think the doctor and the master. they can have the sex positive asexual vibe that i love so much (like, even when you write it romantically, they're intellectual rivals and friends first). and the lovers to enemies vibe. and the you make me question myself at my very core vibe. and the no one will ever understand me as much as you do (and i hate you for it) vibe.

14. what is a work in progress that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

well, all of my asoue and witcher wips (and the disastrous twin peaks cooper and caroline in pittsburgh story) are things i am definitely totally 100 percent going to finish writing one day.

back when i was still writing community fic, i started writing always a girl!abed nadir fic, and it's a bunch of disconnected scenes jumping around at least 4 seasons of the show, and i am never going to write something of that scope, probably not for anything, definitely not for that. i am seriously considering cleaning it up a bit and just posting them as ficlets though. they parallel the actual show pretty closely so they don't need a ton of context.

15. what are your writing strengths?

being concise and having every word mean something. i hope, at least. i spent enough time writing drabbles, obsessing over that sort of thing to get the word count that i hope it carries into my longer stuff.

maybe willingness to go back to the source material? i think of fic as having an interconnected conversation with the source material and fandom at large, so my fic tends to have some sort of thesis (at least in my head) so i hope that results in my work being interesting.

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

setting. in fic, you can mostly give the reader hints to remind them of the shared setting that already lives in both of your heads. but then sometimes you need to be in a new place, and HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH OF IT TO DESCRIBE?!? is it even important at all? i usually lean on the side of less is more, but is it?!?!

it does not help that i picture things very vividly when i'm reading, but it's based on vibes and my brain being highly associative and sometimes flat out ignores the description that is actually in the text. so on the one hand, i want the reader to see what i'm seeing, but on the other, description of setting doesn't matter much to me as a reader, so it's very confusing.

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

personally, i find it frustrating unless i can easily understand it from context or my lack of understanding is meaningful in some way. but, especially if you--the writer--are a polyglot, why not?

i would personally be uncomfortable trusting google translate, and it would have to be really important to what i was trying to achieve to go through the process of asking a real person.

18. what is the first fandom you ever wrote for?

doctor who, i think? that's certainly the first thing i posted on ao3, and i think all of the messing about with writing i did before that was original fiction. oh. technically, i was in a harry potter roleplaying community back in... 2006? i was mostly a spectator and find the process of role playing to be quite boring. (another reason--although i acknowledge it is somewhat different--that i wouldn't co-write fic.)

19. what's you favorite fic you've ever written?

aaaaah... this is really hard. this probably isn't even true, but I'm going to go with Someone lost to both of us. it just... achieves so many of the things i wanted to achieve with it, and i wrote it in like an hour and did approximately no editing, so i'm always a bit staggered when i reread it and have no notes.

20. who do you tag?

oh no... it's taken me so long to do this i can't remember who has already been tagged.

@valdomarx, @kuwdora, @olivia-calidamn but only if you want, of course!