#and I still really do like this one haha doesn’t make me actively cringe despite being old so that’s a good sign! 👍

[lugiaabsol]

10 years old……

[yesimwriting]

Crossing lines

General Kirigan/the darkling x reader

Summary: This was requested by my friend @vvsdiamond28 who also writes and has a really good kirigan x reader story up right now! The request was basically for a fic in which the reader is out wandering at night and runs into kirigan while he’s in the banya and then they get to talking and some other stuff before he admits to only trusting the reader and giving her his real name. This gets kinda steamy bc of the request and bc the story called for it lol but it’s not full smut bc i decided that it would be better to do that as a part 2 so that i could add some jealousy tension haha

a/n i think im back?? Ive been working on requests a lot and ive really enjoyed writing regularly again. A small side note, after rewatching revenge of the sith im kinda in the mood to try writing an anakin fic 😭 pls he was my OG fictional crush,, so either send help or a request for him or something, Anyways,, back to this fic--ahh i had fun writing it but i still feel awkward writing steamier stuff so be nice!! 

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Those that wander in the night, lost in uneasy thought--there’s probably a lot that can be said about them. But I can’t think of anything to be said about me. Nothing good comes from walking around a place full of powerful and tense people in the middle of the night. It wouldn’t take much effort to interpret my actions as suspicious, and yet I continue forward. I’m an idiot--just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean I have to wander around campgrounds. My presence is barely tolerated here, I shouldn’t try backstroking in waters I can barely tread. 

But still, I walk, eyes more fixated on the open night sky than anything else. The moon is as full as an overflowing glass, the stars twinkling as if desperate to compete with a light it will never be able to duplicate. I sigh, pressing my lips together. Maybe the stars and I have more in common than I thought. Normally, that would be a good thing. 

Letting out a weary breath, I continue forward, away from the relative safety of the main tents. I’m still on the grounds, I’m approaching the border where the tents of higher ranking officials are. That should make me more nervous, but if anything it almost eases me slightly. 

General Kirigan is not the type to be friendly, and yet our interactions have always been laced with a touch of intimacy I can’t quite explain. We’ve been alone together more and more frequently, and I think that’s how I like him best. It’s strange, but when we’re alone some of his sharpness dulls, leaving space for something I might consider humor or actual personality on anyone else. He probably speaks to many girls like that when they’re alone together--a fact I have to fight to remind myself of--but it’s the closest thing to friendship I have here. Maybe it’s foolish to hold onto that, but I can’t bring myself to release my grip on those sentiments. At least not yet, when the kind moments are still rare and fleeting and no line has been crossed. 

The danger, however, comes from the prospect of not recognizing lines before they’re crossed. Even now, as I walk aimlessly in the night, pacing in hopes of exhausting my thoughts, I’m crossing lines in a much more literal way and even these are ill defined. I must be in new territory now, and even that I can only vaguely recognize because of the strangely humid scent that surrounds this area of the grounds. 

I’m near the banya. I didn’t intend to wander here, but the thought of splashing water on my face is too tempting to pass up on. I move closer, finding a sense of peace in having some direction, even in a small way. 

When the promise of water is only steps away, I begin to regret everything. There’s a figure in the bath. I freeze, ready to attempt to shrink away in hopes of disappearing before I’m caught. This could easily turn extremely awkward even though I technically haven’t done anything. Most people don’t bathe at this hour. Who bathes this late at night? 

I keep my eyes on the individual, trying to make out who they are and how aware they are of their surroundings in the dim light. Pale skin, dark hair--unbelievably attractive torso. My eyes linger there longer than they should. I force my gaze upwards, towards their face as if that can erase my ogling. Embarrassment leaves my face burning--I’m not the ‘ogling’ type, and this person doesn’t even know I’m here. I keep my eyes on them as I step back, taking in unaware features as best I can in the dark. 

I know them--I--Saints, it’s Kirigan. 

Fantastic. Of course he has to be even more impossibly attractive while shirtless and wet. I turn my head upwards sharply, more desperate to not be caught than ever. I would never, ever recover from being caught. Whether he’d tease me or be angry with me, I don’t know. I also don’t know which option I’d prefer. 

I step back again, my gait wider due to my urgency. Snap. The sound of both a twig and my chance of a stealthy escape being shattered. I cringe, craning my neck to the left in a desperate attempt to make it clear that I wasn’t watching him. I take another desperate step, ready to duck behind a nearby tree. Maybe he hasn’t seen me--maybe he’s distracted and assumed that some kind of rabbit or something passed by. He may not actively dislike me, but I’m not sure any semblance of favor he may have for me extends to this situation.

“Y/n.” His tone reveals nothing but his level of certainty. Ignoring him will only make me seem guilty. 

I pause, keeping my gaze off of him. “Yes.” It wasn’t really a question, and yet I still answer it like one. “I was--I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d get some air, and I was walking kind of aimlessly and I ended up here and I didn’t think anyone would be here.” Why do I feel like I’m making this situation worse? “I’m sorry--I’m gonna--I’m going to go now.” This is the kind of embarrassing moment that will come back to me when I’m trying to fall asleep at night. I know it.

“You know the polite thing to do after intruding is to make eye contact.” 

I don’t think my face has ever felt this warm before. At least he doesn’t sound angry, but his voice doesn’t reveal that much. I raise my gaze carefully, turning my head slowly. “I didn’t mean,” I exhale slowly, “It wasn’t my intention to intrude.” 

He straightens slightly at my words, exposing more of his chest. I stay still, eyes trained on his to avoid an accidental lapse. “You could make it up to me by offering conversation.” Kirigan’s tone is deliberate, his words measured and calm. I don’t speak, feeling like I’m being presented a test I don’t understand, but most of our conversations leave me feeling like that. “Only if you’re comfortable.” 

And just like that, I’m backed into a corner. A challenge. To deny him now would be to expose the effect he has on me. My chin raises a fraction of an inch as I take in that assured half-smirk. “Why wouldn’t I be comfortable?” 

Kirigan arches a dark brow, assessing my response. “Then sit,” his voice has not changed, “You want air and I want company.” 

I don’t think anyone that looks as good as he does shirtless has ever had trouble finding company, especially with the smooth way he speaks. Despite this, I step forward to accept his challenge without calling him out on his coyness. Each step is the crossing of another invisible line until I’m near the water’s edge. I make sure to keep my nightgown at a respectable length as I sit down. 

I make a point of extending my legs towards the water while leaning back so that I can’t be easily accused of being a coward. “I feel the need to warn you that I might not make particularly interesting company.”

He angles his head to the side slightly, drawing attention to his jawline and neck. I force my stare to focus on the water. “I’ve never found you uninteresting.” 

There’s something resigned in the way he says this. On instinct, I look up, taking in the slight softening of his features. The release of his usual sternness only adds to his beauty, a fact that I’m already resenting. 

“You may be the only one.” It’s not meant to be a deprecating comment, but I’m not sure my partial laugh softens my bitterness. I hope it does--I’d rather his interest than the interest of my entire unit. 

Kirigan shifts forward, the water moving with him. “Do you think that any coldness you’re experiencing has to do with you?” 

The question has me drawing my eyebrows together. What else could it be? I shrug, “I’ve considered it.” 

He nods once, eyes hardening slightly. “Do you always have trouble sleeping?” 

The personalness of the question shouldn’t surprise me as much as it does. Kirigan seems to only understand boundaries when he’s the one setting them. “Not really.” A partial lie--this time I’m glad I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. “It’s not uncommon for me, but it’s not something I deal with every night.” 

I risk shifting my eyeline when I hear the sound of water moving. Kirigan’s now resting an arm on the rim of the pool, wet skin dangerously close to my ankle and lower calf. “It’s not always easy,” his voice is low now, “Being alone with your thoughts.” 

That’s not the kind of reply I’d expect from him. I blink twice before turning to study his expression. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him seem so tired--so weary and human and in need of something. The line between his eyebrows and the far off quality of his eyes leave me with the strong desire to give whatever it is he needs to him. The urge to reach out, to touch him in hopes of breaking him free from his odd trance leaves my stomach knotted. That line is too clear to cross so recklessly.

I need to chase away the serious atmosphere he’s created. “Is that why you bathe so late at night?” I let myself smile, “To avoid thoughts?” 

“I like the peace of it.” Something akin to amusement touches his words. “And for the record, little dove,” the nickname is pointed and earns him an eyeroll, “The warm water doesn’t exactly chase away thoughts so much as encourages others.” He pauses. “You understand, considering you can barely look at me.”

This is the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened. The suggestive jilt to his words has to be intentional. Damn him. I turn my head, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I can look at you just fine.” 

“And if I were a Heartrender and could hear your heartbeat your pulse would be normal?” The question is teasing, a small smile pulling at his lips. 

The warmth in my face increases, spreading down my neck. Kirigan’s expression remains smug. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.” 

“No?” He leans forward, angling his head so close to me I can faintly feel the warmth of his breath on my lower calf. “I find myself amusing.” 

At least being around him like this is getting easier. I open my mouth, ready to provide some sarcastic comment I haven’t thought out yet. My mouth clamps shut on instinct when I feel his touch on my ankle. The faint contact quickly grows, his fingers brushing up my ankle and calf, leaving drops of cool water across my skin.

“What are you doing?” That’s a--a fair question, right? I’m not sure, rational thought slipping from me more and more with each passing second. 

“Nothing, really,” his reply is quick. “Nervous?” 

There is no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I roll my eyes, fighting against my instinctual fluster. “No,” a full lie, “You’re just getting me wet.” 

“Barely.” When he’s not busy being brooding he’s not much better than an irritating child. He retracts his hand slowly, fingers grazing my skin slowly as he submerges his hand beneath the water. The loss of contact should feel like a victory. It doesn’t. “Y/n,” he shifts closer, back straightening.

There’s an odd seriousness to his demeanor that almost leaves me reeling. “Yes?” 

He beckons me forward. I hesitate, but comply, letting myself shift closer to the water’s edge. Kirgan’s lips part, but no words leave him before he moves his arm, purposefully splashing water over my thighs and bottom of my nightgown. I let out an instinctively annoyed sound. “That is getting you wet.” 

“Kirigan!” My tone is as menacing as I can make it, but he continues to grin. There’s such a lightness to the look I almost forget to be annoyed. Almost. “I should tell the entire Second Army how much of a child you are.” 

My threat does nothing, his smile softening without fading. “They fear me too much for your stories to make a difference.” He says this flatly. “All of them except you.” 

I don’t know if I’m supposed to make something of that comment. A brief moment passes in which I think his eyes come close to softening. Maybe that’s a side effect of seeing the world as you want. Wait...what do I want? Him? No, no, I can’t. 

Okay, he’s objectively attractive and sometimes I think I may see more depth in him than he wants to be capable of. But that doesn’t mean I’m allowed to want anything with him. Even if he was trustworthy enough for me to be with him in any capacity...even casually, it could never happen. Nothing good could come from having relations with the highest ranked general and I doubt he’d ever want me like that. He likes to fluster people and I’m an easy target. I just accept it because being some level of entertainment to him is better than being nothing to everyone. 

“I don’t think there’s much point in fear.” It feels like a fair answer. The fairest answer I can manage, anyways. 

He sighs, the sound heavy. His hand stretches forward cautiously. I watch him and make no attempt to stop him from touching my lower calf. His fingers trace absentmindedly across the skin. “Of course you’d think that.” 

Again, I don’t know what to make of his words. Or his actions. He couldn’t find anything wrong with me just slightly adjusting my position. It’d be a polite way to remind us both of the natural order of things. But then again, someone like him is allowed to be mad about anything. And I’m not sure I want to remind us of our place. 

Actually, I’m completely sure that I want the opposite of that. But admitting that to myself is enough of a risk. I’ve already crossed thousands of tiny lines and what I want will require us to cross a thousand more. 

“I’m a little surprised you’re not reminding me how foolish a notion like that can be.” 

He lets out a tiny breath as he shifts even closer to me. “Maybe I’m enjoying your foolishness.” 

“I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or the opposite.” 

The slightest hint of a smile is visible to me beneath the moon’s glow. There’s something about darkness that adds beauty to things. I wait for him to reply, but instead of speaking his  hand moves further up my leg. I struggle to hide my reaction to his long fingers trailing up my skin.

He’s touched me before, sure. Tiny moments in which he’d push a strand of hair out of my face or wipe at a bit of dirt on my cheekbone. More recently, he had gripped my hip firmly to guide me through a crowd of soldiers. He had been in a hurry, stealing me from a conversation with the only member of my unit that’s been somewhat friendly to me. It wasn’t serious--he had just been rushing me because he only had a minute between meetings and apparently he had too long of a day to not take a moment to speak with me. 

“Are you alright, Dovey?” Normally, the nickname and all of its variations earns him an eyeroll. But everything is a lot less humorous with his hand half up my lower leg, leaving a trail of cool water wherever he touches. 

His fingers press more firmly into my skin. “Yes, I’m fine--it’s just late.” 

“Hm…” Kirigan breathes before tilting his head slightly. “You’re warm.” I stay silent as his hand shifts slightly. “Perhaps too warm.” 

If I’m hot that has absolutely nothing to do with fever. “I’m fine, General, I promise.” 

“Come closer,” he says, “It’ll take me no time to check.” 

...A little too convenient. My nightgown is still embarrassingly damp from the last time I eased tonight. “Please tell me you don’t find me that naive.” 

“Naive? No.” He lifts his hand slightly. “Warm? Yes.” I still don’t trust him. “I’m not going to do anything. I promise.” 

His eyes are dark and the limited lighting of the moon doesn’t offer me much in my analysis, but what I can see makes him seem genuine. “Why do I feel like that’s not the first time you’ve had to say that?” Despite my comment, I move towards him. 

The back of Kirigan’s palm is pressed to my forehead for less than a second. He brushes his hand down the side of my temple, rotating his wrist so that his fingertips can touch my cheek. His hand then continues to move down my jawline and then my neck...and then finally trails down my collarbone. I bite my tongue to avoid exhaling audibly at the contact. 

“Warm,” he concludes with a tsk, and yet he doesn’t withdraw his hand. “Though that could just have to do with the climate.” His thumb slips beneath the sleeve of my nightgown. “Perhaps you could benefit from joining me.” 

I bite my tongue to avoid letting out a surprised, embarrassingly enthusiastic squeak. I don’t know what’s gotten into him...maybe it’s the night air and the prospect of being fully alone. I should be strong enough to break whatever spell he’s starting to place on me. But I’m not. I’m really, really not. 

He pulls on the sleeve of my nightgown slightly. “I’m…” 

“Unless you’re nervous?” Another damn challenge. To shy away from this would be to expose myself. He tugs on the sleeve a little more assuredly, exposing my shoulder to the humid night. “Do I make you nervous?” 

His voice comes out a shallow rasp. I feel it straight in my core. “...Not more than you should.” 

“More than I should?” 

Ugh--too honest. I let myself get distracted. It shouldn’t be too difficult to explain what I meant. He knows he’s feared. He wants to be feared. “I’m sure we’re both aware that there are a fair amount of cautionary tales revolving around you.” 

His hand falls next to my lap. Oh? I didn’t expect to miss the contact between us so much. His expression seems to have fallen slightly as well. Was it my response to his question? It felt fair and straightforward without being too blunt. “And you believe every cautionary tale you hear?” 

There’s something stiff about the way he asks the question. His moodiness is making me miss his touchiness even more. At least then I didn’t have to feel like I made a mistake. Did I say something wrong? “Should I?”

“It depends on whether or not you plan on being brave.” 

“I told you...I don’t see much point in fear.” 

“And yet you’re still there.” A bit of humor returns to his voice. “Why is that?” 

Rolling my eyes, I shift forward, letting my legs dip into the water. This is as far as I should let this go. I’ve already lost too much more control. “Better?” He’s strangely tense again, a hint of something bitter playing at the smug look he tries for. “You alright?”

“Of course you’d ask me that.” He says this with a tired sigh. “You can never make things easy.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

He shifts backwards slightly. I can feel the distance between us like I’d feel a pebble in my shoe. “Do you believe all the stories about me?” 

Is he still bothered by that? “I didn’t mean it as literally as you’re taking it. All I meant is that people are intimidated by you, but that’s not a bad thing. It’s the way things have to be, you’re the only Shadow Summoner in existence and the army needs you to be intimidating so that they can act on your guidance.”

“The way things have to be,” he echoes, his voice strangely weighted. “There’s a specific kind of loneliness that comes with being feared by everyone.” 

Oh--I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him feel defeated like that. I reach for his hand without thinking, pulling his fingers towards my lap. “I don’t--I’m not scared of you.” It’s a weak attempt to comfort him, but it’s the only one I can think of. “That probably doesn’t mean anything, but I--” 

His hand turns in my lap, squeezing the exposed part of my thigh. “It means something.” Kirigan’s voice has hardened in a different way. “You’re the only person I’m certain of.” 

Everything in me seems to tighten at that. At the implication of something so personal from someone so closed off. “Kirigan, you don’t have to be as alone as you feel. You talk to me all the time and you do so in a way that makes it easy to forget the cautionary tales.” His hand moves further up my thigh. I fight as I try to remember our usual dynamic. “You’re the only one that talks to me like that.” 

“Have you ever considered that maybe the others refuse to take to you because of the favor I’ve shown you? The instinct to stay away from me is strong enough to extend to those around me.” Kirigan’s hand moves higher up my thigh. “To be near me is to involve solitude.” 

“I don’t care.” The answer leaves me too quickly. “Being near you is worth it.” 

He leans closer before resting his chin on my knee with no hesitation. “Careful, you don’t understand the line you tread.” Kirigan places his hand more firmly between my thighs. “Or perhaps you do...perhaps you know what you want to cross.” 

This time I can’t help the airy sigh that leaves me. Kirigan pushes against my thigh slightly, separating my legs. I feel his breath on my inner thigh before I know what’s going on. I can’t move, I can’t think, I can’t even breathe. That inability to do anything but feel my heart pound against my chest only worsens as I feel his lips press into the inside of my thigh. His lips trail up my skin before his teeth gently sink into the top of my thigh. 

“Is the line you want to cross?” He breathes the question so softly I feel like I’m being coddled. Everything in me feels too hot to think of any kind of coherent response. Kirigan uses his free hand to pull the fabric of my nightgown as high up my thighs as he can from his position below me. “Or maybe this is the line you want to cross?” Kirigan pulls me forward so suddenly I let out a tiny gasp. I’m not fully on the edge of the banya. “Or perhaps this one?” He kisses the skin of my inner thigh gently. Each time I exhale too loudly, his teeth graze my skin. He gets harsher with each passing second. “Lay down.” 

My body listens to him on instinct. How is this happening? How am I this powerless to fight against something that’s so clearly wrong? The sound of water shifting causes my entire body to tense. He’s pulled himself out of the water. Kirigan moves above me instantly, water dripping from his toned chest and dark hair and onto my still damp nightgown. 

Before I can speak, he’s on me completely, his lips pressing against my jaw. He kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin sporadically. He pulls away from me by tracing his tongue across my collar bone. I let out something dangerously close to a moan. “Such pretty, little sounds.” 

“Kirigan--” 

“The only name I want you to hear from your lips is the only name that I’ve not given myself. The only name that holds meaning to me.” 

His lips graze where my skin meets the hem of my now soaked through nightgown. I’m not sure the poor lighting is offering me enough coverage now. There’s no way the thin fabric leaves much to the imagination while being this wet. He kisses up my chest and neck until his lips reach the shell of my ear. 

“Aleksander.” The name is grace in the form of a breath so soft it’s more like I’m feeling the name than actually hearing it. 

He presses his lips against the spot on my neck directly beneath my ear. I exhale into the contact. “Aleksander.” As I test his true name on my tongue, his teeth dig into my skin much more harshly than before. 

I let out a partial squeak at the sudden shift in pace as his hands grip my waist. “Say it again. Say my name again.”

He traces his tongue gingerly over the skin he just aggravated with his teeth before I can speak. The soothing sensation is so much I can barely find my voice. “Aleksander.” 

His hand bunches the bottom of my nightgown, raising the fabric to my hips. “...Say it just like that.” Kirgan’s rough hand slips between the bone of my hip and the fabric of my hip. “Like I’m the only one that knows you like this.”

“Aleksander.” I breathe as he traces invisible patterns into my skin with his lips. “Aleksander.” Each use of his name earns me extra attention--a stronger hold on my hip, a more adamant nip at the base of my neck. I feel my need for him so heavily I swear it’s leaked into my bones. “Aleksander.”

When he pulls away, I fight the urge to whine. The night is still humid, but with the absence of his touch I feel like I’m shivering. He regards me silently for a long moment before shifting his weight again. I feel my heart stall in my chest as his hand softly brushes a strand of hair out of my face. He lets his hand linger there, at the apple of my cheek. The entire world seems to stall as he leans down, his hand cupping the side of my face as his mouth inches closer to mine. 

“I can feel the fluttering of your heart.” 

Any poor defense dies in my throat as his lips meet mine. He gives me no time to think about what’s happening as he presses into me even harder. Kirigan holds my face as his teeth graze against my bottom lip. My mouth opens slightly in surprise, giving him the opportunity he needs to slip his tongue into my mouth. His tongue slowly brushes against mine, coaxing me into total, delirious, compliance. When he starts to pull away, I react, my hands flying forward to grab his hair. He lets me get away with tugging him towards me, prolonging the kiss as he bites my bottom lip. 

One of his hands leaves my face and travels up the hands holding onto his hair. He pulls me off of him easily, pinning both of my wrists above my head with one hand. “Easy,” Kirigan warns, “You’ve been such a good girl, let’s not ruin it before we’ve started.” 

A tiny sigh leaves me. I can feel the pride he takes in that as his hand trails further down my body. His fingers ghost along the hem of my underwear teasingly. 

“Is someone there?” I’ve never damned the voice of a stranger more. 

Panic and dread roll in my stomach. I’m going to get caught like this, with my nightgown bunched at my hips beneath the General Kirigan. An unclothed, wet, General Kirigan. “I’m bathing.” 

Okay...good...Aleksander spoke. Anyone with common sense would run at the thought of invading on Kirgan’s privacy. It’s a good thing that the soldier had the sense to linger behind a thicket of bushes. “Pardon General, but there’s been a crucial development. A new strategy should be thought of as soon as possible.” 

No. No. The thought of losing contact so entirely, of having a moment that should have never happened be ripped from me before it’s even really happened is overwhelming. I feel my lips pull into a pout. Kirigan’s hand adjusts on me, his thumb pressing teasingly over where I’m neediest. I bite my tongue to avoid making an inappropriate noise. 

“Five minutes--I’ll be in the strategy tent in five minutes.” 

“I’ll tell the others, General.”

Great. I hear the stranger disappear, his feet crushing twigs and grass as he leaves us. Aleksander’s attention returns to me quickly. Disappointment swells in my chest as I take in the solemn look that crosses his features. His hand moves to my chin quickly before pulling me into another deep kiss. It’s too short lived. 

“I have to go.” 

Frowning, I lift my hand to trace my fingers up his arm. It’s softer than I should allow myself to be, but it doesn’t really matter anymore. Not when this is probably never going to happen again. “Do you?” I mumble to myself, half joking.

He sighs once, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “No pouting.” 

Now that whatever little bubble we were in has popped, I’m capable of normal feelings. Including shame. “I am n--” 

“Easy, little dove, I’ll remember all of this when I find you again.” 

This...this is going to happen again? “You’re going to find me?” 

“I haven’t yet heard your voice crack on my name as I undo you.” He punctuates the promise with a kiss to my jaw. “Again.” Another kiss. “And again.” Another brush of his lips as he finally pulls away. “And again.” 

My breath catches itself in my throat as he moves off of me entirely. Damn whatever change in the war that’s pulled him away from me so suddenly. I sit up as he stands. I’m not sure where to look now that he’s not in close enough proximity to cloud my thoughts. I should leave as he dresses, but I can’t quite bring myself to. It doesn’t feel safe, not when the man that interrupted us could reappear at any moment. Not when I want to hold onto his presence like this as long as possible. 

 He squeezes my shoulder warmly as he passes before bending down to press one more kiss next to where his hand is. 

“Soon,” he promises again. 

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Okay, but ‘Erase Me’ hits different after the newest episode (lyrics in bold, discussion/analysis in normal text)

What was our home

“Home” it’s an odd word for the sides. Especially with the recent episodes. With tension flowing between all of them with ease, it’s hard to question if they can truly find comfort in on another. Easily represented by none of the sides (other than Logan and Remus) being there throughout Thomas’ day. This isn’t like the other episodes where they’re all having a discussion together about Thomas getting overwhelmed. 

Instead, Thomas feels isolated for most of it, fighting a battle with his mind (mind referring to his intrusive thoughts, his sides, and Logan’s agenda for the day)

Paper not stone

Everything seemed to... change so quickly. They went from Embarrassing Phases with cute Halloween costumes and friendly jokes about cringe and vine directly into SvS and DWIT where Thomas questions if he’s a good person while his mental health quickly declines.

In a similar way, paper is fragile and flimsy, easily ripped apart.

‘Paper not stone’ could also be a way to reference Logan’s agenda for the day. All of it can be discarded and saved for Future Thomas™ since none of it is really set in stone.

A lean-to at most

Logan is nothing to Thomas- or at least he feels that way. He’s only someone who can calm Thomas down. Thomas can ‘lean’ on him, but that’s the most he is.

And when you pulled your half away

I’d like to think half has a few different meanings here. The one I like the most is where “half” represents Thomas’ attention. He’s pulled to Nico, he’s pulled to Remus, he’s pulled to anxiety. 

Logan recognizes this and calms him down. He lets him have breaks and gently guides Thomas back to their schedule once he’s a bit better.

Half could also represent for when he pulls away from Logan and listens to the other sides more. In this episode, he practically listens to everyone but Logan, despite him being the most physically there. He’s listening to his spiraling intrusive thoughts (Virgil’s fear and Remus’ role). He’s listening to his worry about Nico’s feelings for him (Virgil’s fear and Roman’s passion). He’s taking breaks and indulging in what he loves (Janus’ role and Patton’s enjoyment in child-like activities such as disney princess puzzles and dancing to up-beat music)

He might be the side the camera follows around, but he certainly isn’t the main character by far.

Gravity won Like it always does

Logan isn’t winning this battle. Of course he isn’t. He never does. Thomas is pulled down by the figurative gravity of all the other sides, while Logan is left there alone. 

In theory, he grounds Thomas the most, but Thomas also naturally drifts away from him. Using his role as logic for quick comfort before listening to someone else for an actual discussion.

Did I weigh a ton?

Is he weighing Thomas down? Is he making him unhappy? He thought he was good at one point, helping Thomas earn a degree in college and organizing a schedule for him so he could live life comfortably.

Yet the degree is tilted on the wall. The schedule would have been torn up if Thomas was given a paper. 

Would it be easier to just delete Our pages and the plans we made?

Would it be easier for Logan to give up? He certainly isn’t needed, Thomas didn’t listen to Logan the whole day and he was still fine. He made pages of things Thomas needed to do along with the plans that Thomas agreed to. Only for them to be pushed to the side since something grabbed his attention. 

And perhaps Logan saves these plans. He keeps them to help Thomas. Maybe to even create more realistic ones. But perhaps Thomas just won’t listen to him. He should just delete the plans he has. Thomas has always been great at improv. Maybe someone like Roman should take control- he’s been listening to him more than Logan anyway. (Represented through the whole Nico situation)

Erase me So you don't have to face me

Thomas turns away from Logan at the end, leaving him alone in the living room. He’s erasing Logan from his mind, finding an opportunity he wants because he doesn’t need Logan. 

Put me in the ground and mow the daisies

Was mowing the lawn on the list of things Thomas needed to do? Nope. Is Thomas mowing over his ideas for something more exciting anyway? Yep.

Ah, the memory, see how it goes When you

Erase me Erase me

“The memory” is Logan. It represents how he was aware of his own outburst at Remus, he knows he lost control. But maybe he’ll also ‘see how it goes’ when Thomas starts ignoring him even more. Perhaps his eyes will stay orange. Perhaps Orange will just take his place entirely. 

So what will you do With no me for you?

Thomas needs him- right? I mean, there’s no one else to create the schedules and plans... that Thomas doesn’t use. He helped earn Thomas’ degree! The... the degree he doesn’t use. 

Maybe Logan is useless. Maybe Thomas can’t function without him. Logan doesn’t even want to know at this point.

I know what we said

Logan knows he technically agreed to Thomas leaving and going to Nico, but he can’t help but feel bitter about it.

This bitterness rises when he’s with the other sides. Roman disregards him, “You’ll be fine, Rome didn’t fall in a day.” Logan hasn’t been ignored for more than one day. He isn’t fine. He’s more than what he’s acknowledged as, he quickly responds with emotion filling his mind, “Well, that’s a misquote so-”

Only to get fucking cut off. Again. He isn’t fine. He’s getting ignored and cut off whenever he tries to input something. Then Patton takes control of the conversation. Directing it at Thomas instead of Logan. Taking Roman’s side. Not listening to logic.

But what if I left a thing or two

Logan just needs to stop. He needs to stop talking, leave a plan or two in Thomas’ mind while a side or two keeps him busy for the day. 

We know that you don't seem To think about what you need 'Til you reach to find that you've

Erased me

Imagine telling someone that you really want to do something with them. You both clear out the whole day at an agreed time. Then they want to do something else. You- you suppose it’s fine? You both go there and then you get side-tracked again, and again, and- the day is over. 

They don’t care about what they were supposed to do. Thomas didn’t care about what he was supposed to do. Most of the things he was supposed to do didn’t even directly benefit Logan. They were things he needed to function, things to keep his place nice, not reading a non-fiction book or watching a documentary. They were things Thomas needed. But apparently that wasn’t a good enough reason to listen to logic. 

What the fuck is this? You're crazy, turned around  

Logan is fed up with how Thomas keeps ignoring him. Keeps getting distracted. “Turned around” turned around from the task at hand. 

“What the fuck is this?” could be to Remus. Constantly bothering Thomas, getting him distracted over and over. Going the complete opposite direction of where they should be going. And not listening to him when talked to about it. 

In two weeks time replaced me

Thomas doesn’t need Logan. It’s clear from his daily routine. All he needs is someone to offer the idea of dancing or a puzzle to him and he’s fine again. 

Ah, the memory everybody knows How it goes you just

Erase me

Logan is well-known throughout the mindscape. He’s known as a nerd, a geek, a nobody. Most of the names he could wear with pride, but he’s nobody. Nobody to Thomas and nobody in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps the other sides would be fine with Logan getting “erased.” They seem to regard his name with distaste anyway.

Did me like a bro and tazed me

Logan makes little flashcards for slang and tries to use them. Almost like a child proudly showing a high test score to their parent. He wants so badly to be acknowledged, to be heard, to be cool. 

Fireworks - poof - it's gone, amazing

Thomas is gone. The fireworks went off in his heart and he’s gone. Logan- Logan should be happy for him. It’s amazing as some would call it. He holds the to-do list to his chest as he sinks out. 

New bio, you've gone solo Drawing mustaches on our wedding photo

Nothing is important, not really. It can all be quickly discarded. “New bio” could be talking to Nico and changing a social media bio to dating or something like that.

“You’ve gone solo.” Haha that’s funny. Thomas is practically anything but solo with Logan. The line is said with such anger and bitterness that it’s no wonder why he thinks he means nothing to Thomas.

“Drawing mustaches on our wedding photo” What else is Remus going to ruin for Logan? Drawing on Thomas’ degree with mustaches?

Erase me Erase me Erase me...

Erase me This is us shouting, baby Erase me

Logan is begging, screaming, shouting for someone to acknowledge that he’s being ignored. But he’s being ignored, so they don’t hear him. Of course they don’t hear him.

Do we call the cops now, baby?

Cops is Orange. Take this as you will.

Ah, the memory everybody knows About the brand new home

There’s no distress in this line. Everyone is fine about the idea of Logan leaving to go into a new ‘home.’ He wasn’t important, so why would they worry? Thomas clearly didn’t seem to worry as he ran out of the house, searching for Nico. Thomas didn’t need him in the slightest.

Erase me And you'll never have to face me

Erase something off the to-do list. Erase the signature on the degree. Erase him.

Erase me Option-Command-Escape me And if you feel nothing Guess what I'll wanna be

Huh, I wonder what he wants to be :)

[hajimewhore]

Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader) ➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 1.9k words   ➷✈Part 1, Part 2   ➷Humor, awkwardness involved, if you’re me and I’m you who’s flying the plane?!   ➷Summary: When you woke up at fuck o’clock on a Sunday morning, you cursed yourself for setting an alarm so early on the weekend. Afterwards, you came to realize a few important things: 1. You didn’t set the alarm. 2. Hajime set the alarm. 3. You were in Hajime’s room. 4. Why? 5. Because you ARE Hajime.

A/N: I’m taking forever on this Akaashi fic so I decided to throw this series out here, I hope you enjoy!🥺 Body swap is a trope I find absolutely chaotic and hilarious, so let’s get it! 

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Releasing a deep sigh, you pull your warm comforter over your face to hide the light peaking in from your blinds.

You're almost positive you closed the blinds and pulled the curtain over the prior night, but the thought doesn't sit much longer as you're lulled back into your slumber.

Hearing your alarm blare, a groan scratches at your throat as you smack your bedside desk, missing your phone entirely. Was your voice always this deep when you first wake up? You chalk it up to morning grogginess, deciding not to dwell on it any longer due to the obnoxious ringtone.

Also, did you even set an alarm? The thought sits at the back of your mind as you fiddle blindly for the sleep button.

It's Sunday, why would you even set one so early? How did you fuck that up?

Sitting upright, you blink blearily. Something feels off.

This isn't even your phone. These aren't your covers either...

The Godzilla posters decorating the walls definitely aren't yours, and this most certainly is not your room.

‘Hajime?’

You think looking around. This is definitely Hajime’s room. You hadn’t been in it in awhile, but it’s unmistakable.

You wrack your brain for the missing details, unfortunately coming to no result or explanation.

Why are you in Hajime’s room?! You didn’t drink last night, so there's no explanation for the missing details in your memory for how you wound up in his sheets. Also, he isn’t here currently.

What the hell?

Shoving the covers aside, you immediately notice your... significantly more masculine figure.

“What the fu—AH!”

Your surprisingly gruff voice startles you. Though, it’s not so much your voice, but Hajime’s.

Stumbling out of bed, nearly tripping over your tired legs, you barrel into Hajime's bathroom to check the mirror.

And despite all the clues handed to you, you're still completely stunned to see who's staring back at you in the mirror.

Your childhood best friend, Iwaizumi Hajime.

Cupping your hand over your mouth to stifle a scream, you pace back to the bedroom.

'It's a dream haha. A hyper realistic, very detailed, dream.'

You attempt to convince yourself as you slip back into the sheets, still warm, cursing your subconscious for forcing this abnormal dream onto your unwitting self.

Squeezing your eyes shut, twisting and turning, willing away your current situation, you realize... nothing is happening.

‘God damnit.’

You don't know who's fault this is, but it's probably Tooru's.

If you're Hajime then, yes you're starting to accept this fucked up situation, that that must mean Hajime is...

Shooting back up to a sitting position, you curse at the ache in your abdominal region. Jesus, how hard did Hajime go at practice?

Also, you can't believe you have Hajime’s abs right now.

Throwing on a random t-shirt and pair of sweats, decidedly not thinking about his abs, and how he was sleeping in briefs only, you jogs downstairs like a mad man.

Completely forgoing shoes, you cross the street and use the hidden key stuck in a potted plant to open the front door.

You're positive by now your parents have left for work, and Tooru is more than likely sleeping in after staying up late last night (no doubt pouring over tournament videos), so there's no chance for interruption from either party.

Not that your parents would question Hajime's presence, but you really aren't in the mood for doing small talk with your own parents while pretending to be Hajime.

You head straight up the stairs for your room, swinging the door wide open.

“That’s... me.... augh, this is so weird!”

You run a hand through your hair, almost startled by the different texture. This will definitely take some getting used to. 

...Also, was Hajime’s hair always this soft?

You physically dash that train of thought from your mind, shaking your head. You remind yourself of the task at hand and your current dilemma, crossing the threshold of your room.

You shuffle over to the bed, climbing on top of the covers.

If that’s Hajime, he’s no doubt gonna freak out over seeing himself wake himself up.

Well, you might as well have fun with it.

“Hajime!”

You shake... yourself, watching your eyes blink open.

“Wha—?”

The physical-You blinks awake, catching eyes with physical-Hajime.

“What the f—”

You cover presumably Hajime's mouth (you're mildly hoping there hasn't been an awful three-way swap between you two and Tooru),

"Hajime! Confess to your sins!"

"I— What the fuck?! I haven't done anything! You're— How are you me! I'm me! Why is my voice—"

Hajime is quite clearly panicking and word vomiting his stress. And while it was a little funny at first, you're starting to feel a bit bad.

"Alright alright, before you go full panic, look in the mirror. I know this seems like bullshit, but it’s me!”

You lean back, gesturing to the mirror above the dresser.

Hajime’s eyes furrow, following your gesture before locking eyes with... Your eyes in the mirror.

But that’s definitely him moving like that, lifting his arms, tilting his head. Or rather, your arms, your head, fuck, this is confusing.

“Why the fuck am I you?” after a momentary pause, “What did Oikawa do?” 

Hajime snarls, and it sounds odd coming from your tone.

“I was hoping you’d know the answer to that. I came here as soon as I woke up.”

“Well, this all better be a really fucked up, disgustingly realistic dream I’m having.”

Hajime sighs, rubbing his eyes.

“I really don’t think it is. I already went through that crisis.”

You pout, and Hajime raps you on the forehead.

“Don’t make faces like that with my face, you’re freaking me out!”

“Me? You have the biggest resting bitch face ever! It’s scary on me!”

His expression softens marginally, after a deep frown.

“Well... I guess we should figure out a way to fix this.”

“How’re we gonna do that!?”

You whine, and Hajime cringes at the way it sounded coming out of his mouth.

“No clue. In the mean time, we should try and keep this a secret and attend classes like normal. Also—”

He cuts himself, frowning deeply.

“What?”

“Shittykawa. Volleyball.”

“Aw fuck!”

You groan, falling back into your sheets at the foot of the bed.

“How are we gonna pull that off?!”

“Just talk to Oikawa like I would, and I’m sure I could... do the same.”

You somehow doubt that will work, and you can plainly see Hajime is going to have an issue conversing with Tooru in your mannerisms. Tooru has known the both of you longer than anyone else, and tends to be perceptive in and out of volleyball. Regardless, you have no choice but to have faith in Hajime's plan, even if it is lacking the finer details.

“As far as volleyball...?”

You tilt your head, chewing at your cheek at the thought of club activities in an entirely different body. Hajime rubs his hair, briefly startled by it being... not his hair.

You bring up very valid concerns. He's the ace of his team, you're a middle blocker for the women's team. Neither of you are especially privy to your respective team's plays or teammates.

“I’m sure we’ll catch on fast. We’ll just have to spend today teaching each other everything we need to know. At least we both know how to play, even if it’s different positions.”

He locks eyes with you slumped in the sheets, trying not to picture it as himself laying back in your bed. Realistically, it is him, but it isn't his mind. But now is not the situation whatsoever to be thinking about the suggestiveness of that image, so he shakes the thoughts from his head.

“Mm, guess you’re right. As far as school goes, our class schedule is pretty similar, so we can just study together. How bout we get ready and practice volleyball at the park?”

The unspoken ‘before Tooru wakes up’ hangs off your lips.

“Alright, I’ll get ready.”

He stands from the bed, before freezing and blushing heavily.

“Absolutely not!”

You match his blush, sitting upright in a flash.

“I-I’ll help you get ready! Just keep your eyes closed!”

You cry out, and Hajime turns his nose with a heavy blush.

“Like I’d open them!”

“Better yet—“

You snatch your uniform tie from your bedside table, wrapping it around Hajime’s eyes.

After tying off the makeshift blindfold, you ponder what transgressions you must have committed in your past life to be here undressing yourself as Hajime.

“God, this is so weird.”

You whine, awkwardly tugging your, Hajime’s, clothes off.

“How do you think I feel?!”

He snaps, but there’s less venom in the tone due to the pitch of your voice. There is a classic Hajime ring to it though, and your mildly impressed he pulled that off with your natural voice.

You make quick work of dressing him in athletic wear, not wanting to suffer in the stifling awkwardness any longer than necessary.

He removes the tie from his eyes, averting his gaze with pink still dusting his features.

“...”

“What now?”

You're worried to hear what he’s contemplating, and you certainly don’t like the sheepish, awkward expression stretching across his features.

“I really have to pee.”

“Haaaajiiimeee! Just hold it!”

You turn scarlet, and he glares.

“I can’t hold it forever! And who knows when we’ll be able to turn back. We might as well break the seal now.”

Ordinarily that kind of wording would be humorous, but you can’t find anything funny about the situation you’re currently in. Hajime stomps towards the bathroom, looking not unlike a toddler throwing a tantrum. 

‘Damn, I really look like that?’

♡ ♡ ♡

“I can’t go with you staring at me!”

Hajime growls out, makeshift blindfold back in place. He has an inkling that he’ll be wearing this a lot now, but he can say for certain he never thought he’d be using a blindfold in this manner.

“You can’t even see me!”

“That’s not the point, I know you’re standing there!”

“Ugh, this is so humiliating! Just get it over with!”

You huff, slamming the door shut and flopping unceremoniously onto your bed, shoving your face into the pillows.

You hear the rush of water, good to know he washes his hands, and Hajime steps out of the bathroom feeling.... new, for lack of a better word.

“You’ll have to deal with it too, you know.”

He turns his nose, drying his hands on his pants, cheeks still hot.

“...I already did.”

You huff, and Hajime cries out with indignation at the revelation.

“What the fuck? And you made such a big deal out of—”

“You’re really packing!”

You stick your tongue out, and Hajime moves to legitimately strangle you and make an attempt at your life, not caring if it’s his own body.

“H-Hajime please, I was kidding, I haven’t gone yet, I swear!”

“Whatever!”

Upon closer inspection, you look way less threatening than Hajime ever did, but you hold back the snicker before Hajime can get too pressed about it.

“Let’s just go back to my place and get ready for practice.”

He huffs, trailing out of your room as you follow, relieved he’s calmed a bit.

Your relief is short lived however, and a panic washes over you when you think about how you'll have to go through Hajime forcing his clothes onto you.  

[Masterlist] [✈Part 1, Part 2]

[aclosetfan]

“Jeez,” you’re obviously thinking, “what could she possibly say about Blossom that hasn’t already been written about by a fic writer who specializes in either romance, angst, or a cheap combo deal of both genres??? Gonna analyze how she’s not actually perfect? Inherently flawed? Gonna reduce her to a bitch? Gonna tell us how she’s the perfect boss girl? Maybe say she’s awkward? OCD? Stoic? Motherly? All knowing?? That no one but the male character you’ve paired her with can outwit her? That’s all been done. What possible take could you make that is a new refreshing look at Blossom that I haven’t already seen?”

And I’d be like damn, chill, dude. Take a breath. It’s not that deep. I’m not gonna say any of that. Nah, ima do you ya one worse and list all the reasons why Blossom Utonium would be The Most Annoying Sibling anyone could ask for.

Like yes. She’s bossy. And yes. She’s a know-it-all, but everyone already KNOWS that. It’s the OTHER stuff she does that drives her sisters mad.

“Well, I’m the oldest!” “You are not the oldest! We were created simultaneously! You are literally NOT the oldest!” “Well, if we go by the order we were named in, I’m-“ “THAT DOESNT MAKE YOU THE OLDEST!” “Tch. That is such a youngest sibling thing to say, Buttercup.” [temper tantrum that coincidentally proves Blossom’s point]

Blossom’s motto is she’s right 100% of the time, even when she’s wrong. It’s some mightier-then-thou bullshit that has lead her to be on the receiving end of a few wedgies when she was little

She’s the fun-police. No fun allowed! Until, of course, she wants to annoy you, and then everything’s fair game.

she’s a dorky nerd 👏 not in the “she can’t cook, lol” or the “haha Blossom likes to read” but in the “oh so when you said you knew about the Second Bulgarian Empire’s first war with the Latin Empire in the year 1204, you really meant you know about the Second Bulgarian Empire’s first war with the Latin Empire in the year 1204” kind of way and guess who has the privilege of hearing about it at 2am????

Bad jokes. Bad jokes. Bad jokes. She’s got the cheesiest one liners! And the worst part is she always says them right before they start fighting the bad guys

No! Wait! Actually the worst part is the fact that Blossom doesn’t seem to realize the oneliners are so incrediably cheesy they even make the bad guys cringe. So despite her sisters protest, she just keeps doing it because she thinks her word play is so clever.

When Blossom gets laughing, like really laughing, she’s got the ugliest, snortiest laugh that’s so damn funny if her bad pun didn’t make you laugh, you’re certainly laughing now

On her days off from being a superhero, catch my girl numbing her brain with the absolutely worst soap operas the world has ever produced, and after they’re done she makes you sit there and psychoanalyze every scene

She’s a big movie talker but lord forbid you have anything to say during the movie 🙄 she bites your head off

For someone so freaking smart, she sure does fuck up laundry. It’s her least favorite chore. the amount of times the WHOLE family has had to pitch away articles of clothing because something very pink or very red bled through all the whites again is ungodly.

Speaking of clothes, she’s the one that’s always magically finding things “on her side of the closest” so obviously “she thought it was okay to wear” and “really you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

Bathroom hog. Bathroom hog. Bathroom hog. She’s got too much hair not to be, and speaking of hair!!!! It is everywhere! She sheds like a freaking cat. One time Buttercup had a hair in her mouth, pulled it out, and to her horror, kept pulling until the long red strand was safely pinched between her fingers. It left her overdramatically gagging for days.

The epitome of elegance and grace until she falls flat on her face. It seems like on top of all of Townsville, Blossom needs a great deal of saving herself.

“Can you please stop comparing everything to the Bulgarian conflict of 1204?”

Oof you remember that one girl from high school that was just too nice?? Was always so attentive to anyone who was talking to her? A VERY active listener?? And the evil part of you would go “god what the fuck is her problem?” That girl you’re thinking of right now is actually Blossom Utonium.

At the same time, she’ll blackmail the hell out of her sisters when she’s being petty and doesn’t feel like doing a chore or saving the day, leaving them to wonder if the “everything nice” is just one big ruse. Blossom’s always just there for the worst and most embarrassing moments. She caught one of them making out with a movie poster. She caught the other in the closest sobbing to the latest Disney soundtrack. She’s got things in her back pocket that would ruin them

And they don’t have any freaking dirt on her!!?!?!??! It makes them scream!🤬🤬

And no one believes them!! No one believes Buttercup or Bubbles when they (loudly) complain about how awfully annoying Blossom is. No one believes that sweet, nice, mild-mannered Blossom could ever be vindictive, or talkative, or mean. No one! And when BC and Bubs look over at Blossom, after another person has laughed them off, she’s wearing a shit-eating grin, because they all know no one will ever, ever, believe them.

She blows a kiss their way and waves her fingers in hello, but it’s okay, because three seconds later she trips over her own feet and sports a bruise on her forehead the whole rest of the day. (Still BC and Bubs get in trouble for laughing)

The most annoying part about Blossom, though, is that despite it all, somehow, Buttercup and Bubbles love her anyways. What’s a seemingly perfect “older” sister if they don’t bug the shit out of you???

“If you don’t shut up RIGHT NOW and go to sleep, I’ll ship your dead body to Bulgaria, do not push me!”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #404

“death doesn’t answer when i cried for help”

The person you had the strongest feelings for dies, do you care? I'd be fucking devastated. It wouldn't feel real. Is there something you’re happy about at the moment? A few things. I'm still on that high of my APAP mask working, like I'm actually getting some fucking quality sleep, and I think I'm noticing the effects of my TMS therapy finally, too. My PTSD has most notably been much more bearable, and my interests are beginning to spread again. Do you want someone dead? No. Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to? I mean yeah, I think that's pretty normal, even for someone without my issues. Have you ever fed or taken care of a stray animal? Oh, many times. What is something you tend to worry about? My health and future. What is something you do that is unhealthy? Sit at the computer for way too long. I'm absolutely certain my vision is as poor as it is partially because of me endlessly staring at screens. What is something you do that is good for you? I'm not afraid to prioritize my mental health. What last caused you to force a smile? I was watching a Mark video for the first time in a while and was just reminded of how much I love and appreciate that moron. What was the last video game you played? Was it fun? Because you said "video" game, I guess I'll exclude computer ones, in which case I'm pretty sure it was Silent Hill 2. Given it's one of my all-time favorite games, of course I think it's fun. It's one hell of an emotional ride. What is something not many people know about you? The fact I was a dancer for many years would probably surprise people once they have a good idea of me and what I like. What word describes your basic style? Lazy, honestly. I dress for comfort, and given that's usually just pj pants and a tank top... yeah, I don't put much effort into my clothing when I'm going most places. Have you ever been told you were going to Hell? She kinda beat around the bush, but yes. Have you ever wanted to kill yourself? On more than one occasion. If yes, what convinced you not to go through with it? Well, I did OD once, but on the other occasions, it was the fear of the unknown that deterred me. Have you ever rejected a guy, only to have him push the issue by asking “why?” and insisting that you just need to get to know him better? Omg no, thank god. I would NOT handle that well. Is there something that you believe everyone should do and you can’t believe that some people don’t do it (e.g., recycle or go to the dentist regularly)? I didn't know 'til a survey question asked it that there are people who don't brush their tongue when brushing their teeth. Like holy shit dude, there are SO many germs on your tongue, clean that shit. Regarding the last good choice (healthy choice, kind choice, selfless choice, etc.) you made, what was your real motivation behind it? Ummmm the nearest that comes to mind is I guess taking my meds? I mean I do that every single day, but it's still a healthy choice for me. The motivation was because I am very serious about doing what I can for my mental wellbeing. What is something that you have had to practice at to get the hang of it? If you can’t think of anything, that’s okay, what’s something you are currently practicing at and trying to master? I really can't think of something for the first half of the question, but I can tell you that right now I'm attempting to force a routine of applying a therapy technique called "opposite action" into my daily life, where you, well, do the exact opposite of what your depression tells you to not do. It is WAY harder than it sounds, but I'm doing it with reading 30 minutes a day! Have you ever gone to the store to buy something, like a video game, when it came out at midnight? Not to my recollection, no. Regarding the last novel you read, was there a romance included? If so, was it central to the plot? The last novel I finished, yes. It wasn't central to the plot. Have you ever done relaxation meditations or listened to relaxation guides or positive-thinking/healing recordings? No, except in therapy when different therapists wanted me to experiment with it during a session. They just don't work for me. Do you have any interests that are also often shared by children? Yeah. Those are the one I'm especially self-conscious about. there something that could be a solitary activity but you really only like to do it with other people (e.g., watching movies, playing video games, etc.)? Watching movies or TV. Are you satisfied with the interior design or decoration in your home? Or do you think it needs a total home makeover? A makeover would be nice... Is there something that you’d like to own but you can’t find it anywhere? If not, can you a remember a time when you wanted something? Did you ever end up finding it or did you eventually stop wanting it? OKAY SO I actually have seen this custom-made once long after deciding I wanted it, but it was RIDICULOUSLY expensive. There's a location in the Silent Hill games called Heaven's Night, and I'd love love LOVE to commission someone to duplicate the neon pink sign of it to hang in my room. Hopefully one day I could still do it. Who makes you smile the most? Probably my cat, honestly. What piercings do you want/have? I've talked about the piercings I have, but I'll talk about those I want. My #1 is absolutely collarbone dermals, but as I've explained a billion times, I want to lose weight so the bones are more prominent for the sake of contrast; you can't really see my collarbones now, so I just think it'd look pretty dumb and random to just have random piercings somewhere around there with no dimension. I also want way more in my ears, dermals in my back dimples also once I've lost weight, my right nostril for the dozenth time (but this time I'll wear a hoop), and while I'd absolutely adore an undereye microdermal as well, it'd be pointless with glasses. :/ What's your favorite website? KM is my pride and joy and really feels like my online home, so despite using sites like YouTube more, that 'ole RP site has to be my fave. Do you own a fish tank with fish? No. I had fish bowls (AWFUL idea) as a kid, but never tanks Do you like the movie 300? Never seen it. Do you pop your knuckles? NOOOOOOOOOOO. I absolutely hate the sound. It makes me cringe and shiver. Do you have Photoshop? Yes. It comes in the Adobe CC photography bundle I have. Do you use tinypic or photobucket? I used Photobucket back in the day. Now I just upload to imgur. What’s your favourite song from the 1980s? You're talking to someone who adores classic rock/metal, haha. How about the 1990s? There are way too many songs to choose from. Have you won anything recently? No. How often do you make Excel tables? What for? Never. What was the last baby animal you saw in the wild? There was a poor fawn as roadkill on the highway recently. :/ Are you always available or online? Preeeetty much. Do you have dietary restrictions? Or do you just eat what you like? I can eat whatever. Do you prefer gold, silver or steel jewelry? Or no jewelry at all? Steel. I'm allergic to silver, and I think steel is more subtle than gold. Have you been binge-watching any shows lately? If so, what? No. If you dye your hair, do you do it yourself or go to a salon? I do it at a salon. If you have any, do you like your in-laws? I don’t have any. Would it bother you, if your partner had cut contact with their parents? If they had a good reason, no. Have you ever wondered whether you were adopted? As a kid I did because I thought Mom was meaner to me than my siblings, lol. What’s the best physical feeling in the entire universe? ........... This question is a setup lmfao. Have you ever grown a berry bush? No. Have you done something new to your hair recently? No. It's been the same for quite a while. I wanna dye it badly. Do you have bad anxiety? If so, do you take any kind of medication for it? I'm diagnosed with generalized and social anxiety, so yeah. I take Klonopin once and day and Ativan as needed for attacks. One thing you’ve experienced that you thought you never would have? HA, the first thing to come to mind was being noticed by Mark by making a viral (in the community, anyway) gif of he and his doggy. I shit you not, I couldn't sleep for three days lmfao. What was the last thing someone said to you that kept repeating over & over in your head? That I gained fucking seven pounds in two months at my last doctor appointment. I wanted to scream. How often do you have late nights out? Never. I'm a homebody. If you could, would you work from home? Do you think that would make you more or less productive? No. It would absolutely make me less productive. If you had the ability to change the weather, what would you change it to right now? Cool with a nice breeze, mostly clear skies, crisp air... That'd be nice right now. Is there something that you really need to do, but can’t seem to get motivated to do it? I say it all the time: finish decorating my room. It's funny, because I KNOW I'll feel more at home and cozy with my bedroom more personalized. Most disturbing movie you have ever seen? Paranormal Entity. The ending was... a lot. Has a life goal or dream ever come true for you yet? If yes, what is it? If no, do you think you’ll achieve it? Not that I can think of. .-. I hope I can achieve some... Have you ever had food poisoning? No, thank God. What are you listening to? "The Man Who Made a Monster" by Dance With the Dead. Do you think there will be a WWIII? I find it inevitable at some point down humanity's future. People are too hateful for it not to eventually. Has anyone ever asked you if you were emo? Yeah. Has someone ever liked you that you never thought would? Maybe? Idk. In all honesty, can a person be too nice? Yes, in some instances. Has one of your friend’s boyfriends ever tried to cheat on them with you? Yes, when I was around 12. And I let it happen. It's one of my biggest regrets. Is mental abuse really as bad as physical abuse? Of course it is. Emotional abuse can cut just as deep as some physical blows, or even deeper. Do you shop at Sephora for make-up? No. Zelda: Twilight Princess or Ocarina of Time? I'm actually not into TLoZ. Do you own a rosary? I did as a kid growing up in a Catholic Sunday school. If you were homeless, how would you cope? If I had no loved ones in my life and no sign of things getting better, I'm honestly preeetty sure I'd end my life.

[fieryanmitsu]

The Heart-Pounding Sunrise Trek of Bonding | A3! | “Take the Stage” Fanzine

I am very honoured to announce that I am one of the contributors for the recently released A3! Take the Stage Fanzine! It was such a great experience working with so many talented artists and writers! Everyone's pieces turned out AMAZING, and I would highly recommend to check out the full zine! The fanzine can be downloaded for free here!

And, now that the zine has dropped, I'm able to share my piece with you all here! This story is based on the "Campfire Bonds" event and stars Muku and Citron as the focal characters!

Please enjoy~!

THE HEART-POUNDING SUNRISE TREK OF BONDING

THEME: “Campfire Bonds” event

CHARACTERS: Muku Sakisaka, Citron, Sakuya Sakuma, Masumi Usui, Tsuzuru Minagi, Itaru Chigasaki, Tenma Sumeragi, Yuki Rurikawa, Misumi Ikaruga, Kazunari Miyoshi & Izumi Tachibana

My fanfic masterpost: Here

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Muku stared intensely at his phone as he checked for the umpteenth time that he had set his alarm properly. Seeing that the numbers really did read ‘3:00am’, he locked his phone and placed it beside his pillow. 

“Ugh. I swear I can still taste the tabasco in my mouth even though I brushed my teeth,” Tenma groaned as he entered the tent.

“Did anyone get a normal chocolate for the s’mores?” asked Kazunari, looking up from his phone. 

“Izumi liked hers!” Misumi chimed in.

“That’s just because she’s a crazy Currian! No one would normally like a curry-flavoured chocolate,” Yuki snapped back.

“Anyway, everyone’s here, right? I’m gonna turn off the lights,” Tenma announced. “We have to get up early tomorrow, so we should sleep now.”

A flurry of mumbled goodnights flew around the tent as their leader turned off the lamp. Before long, the air was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and light snoring. 

However, sleep continued to elude Muku as he stared fretfully at the ceiling of the tent—his brain whirring with his anxieties. Though the Summer Troupe’s first two plays had gone well, deep down, Muku felt that he had barely squeaked by with his performances. He knew that he was still the weakest link, and was terrified of dragging everyone else down. 

Just once, Muku wished he could give back to the ones who continually helped him so much. But, he didn’t even have any special skills—like Yuki or Kazunari—that he could put to use for the Summer Troupe or the Mankai Company. 

So, when Izumi had first announced this training camp, Muku had immediately volunteered to be one of the organizers, even though he had never taken on such a role before. At the time, it had seemed like the perfect opportunity to prove himself and be helpful to the others. Surely, even someone as untalented as him could manage to do this much.

Inspired by a scene out of a shoujo manga, Muku had manically researched to formulate a grand plan. First, they would strengthen their bonds as they hiked side-by-side through bountiful nature. Then, they would share a heart-racing special moment together as the rising sun etched its image into their memories. Plus, with the fresh mountain air, he was sure they would get more mileage out of their vocal exercises. 

However, when they had gathered to discuss the itinerary, his excitement had quickly been extinguished when his plan had been met with unenthusiastic faces. Some of the Company members hadn’t seemed interested in witnessing the sunrise, and many others had groaned about the early start time. 

After the meeting, Citron had clapped him on the shoulders, looked him in the eyes with a mysterious, all-knowing smile and said: “Do not worry, Muku! Your idea is most wonderful! Everyone will be super duper happy when they see the sun grating them! I will make sure of it—trust me!”

Though his brain continued to worry and fret, Muku clung to the words and reassuring grin that the Zahran man had given him that day and allowed the darkness to finally lull him to sleep…

The next morning, with much struggle—along with Citron banging some pots and pans together—the two organizers managed to wake up their fellow troupe members and line them up outside of their tents. Though, they may as well have still been laying in their sleeping bags. Masumi was draped on top of Tsuzuru’s back, fast asleep. Itaru was crouched on the ground, muttering to himself with a half-dead expression on his face. Even the ever-chipper Kazunari had his chin propped on Misumi’s shoulder, both of them nodding off despite being on their feet.

Citron came to stand beside Muku and nudged him gently. With a gulp, the pink-haired boy mustered all of his courage and stood up as straight and tall as he could manage.

“G-Good morning, everyone! Thanks for waking up so early to join us for the first item on our itinerary today: the ‘Heart-Pounding Sunrise Trek of Bonding!’” Muku announced. “I know that it’s silly to want to follow someone who’s more annoying than the itchiest bite from a mosquito that arrived earlier than the usual mosquito season—”

“Muku, literally no one said that,” Yuki interrupted with a sigh. “Just lead the way.”

“O-Oh right! S-Sorry!” Muku responded, snapping out of his rant. “P-please follow me and watch your step!”

As Muku led the way to the forest trail, with the others shuffling groggily behind him, he couldn’t help but cringe as he heard someone yawn loudly and another person let out a groan.

“Ugh, this sucks…” 

“Masumi, stop it! The Director wouldn’t be happy to hear you say that,” Sakuya protested in a hushed tone. “Look! She’s enjoying herself, so you should copy her.”

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all… Muku thought to himself, worrying at his bottom lip.

“Muku, why don’t you tell everyone about the path?” Citron suddenly said from behind him. “Did you not do lots of the research?”

“Really, Mukkun?” Kazunari asked, perking up and looking more awake than earlier. 

“O-Oh, yes! Apparently, this path dates back to the Sengoku era. Monks used it as part of a pilgrimage route and this campsite actually used to be an aesthetic training ground,” Muku explained.

“That’s actually really cool,” Tsuzuru remarked. “Who knew that there was so much history in a place like this!”

“Ah! That signpost there marks the quarter-way point! We can take a quick rest here!” Muku explained, noticing that they had lost a few members. 

“I-I can’t go on…” Itaru wheezed as he finally caught up to the others several minutes later.

“C’mon Itaru, we’re almost there! You can do it!” Izumi chirped encouragingly, passing the salaryman a bottle of water.

“It’s okay, Itaru! You will soon have your senses delighted by a surprise up ahead! Tell them about it, Muku,” Citron implored.

“Y-Yes! Ummm… Just down this path is a beautiful waterfall that the monks used as part of their training,” Muku responded, taking the older man’s cue. “I… I actually purposely picked this path because it would take us by the waterfall. Legend says that, if you make a wish there, your deepest desires will come true! So, I thought that you would really like to see that, Itaru! Maybe it’ll help with your next gacha pull in your games!!”

“Seriously? Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.”

Muku felt his heart flutter as the others started chattering excitedly about what wishes they would make. With this renewed vigour, their group continued on their hike, making a stop at the wish-granting waterfall on the way. 

Then, almost an hour after they had left their campsite, Muku spotted the sign marking their final destination.

“We’re here, everyone!”

There was a collective sigh of relief as the members of the Mankai Company cleared the last steps and planted their feet on the plateau. However, their mutters quickly died in their throats as they came face-to-face with the view before them. A forest of trees spread out endlessly ahead, surrounded on both sides by jagged cliffs. The sun peeked above the horizon of the valley and the sky was dyed a gorgeous blend of soft oranges, pinks and straggling blues.

“Amazing!” Sakuya breathed softly. “This is beautiful, Muku!”

“Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe it!!” Kazunari added, immediately taking out his phone.

“You did good, Muku. Here’s a triangle!” Misumi said with a smile, handing the pink-haired boy a smooth and shiny triangular-shaped rock.

“Yeah… It made waking up worth it,” Masumi murmured, showing a rare smile.

“This was great, Muku. Thanks for planning this for us,” Tenma said, punching him lightly in the arm.

“Yeah, seriously! I’m so glad that someone was able to plan a normal activity for this training camp. Unlike a certain someone’s crazy ‘Russian Roulette S’mores’ idea,” Tsuzuru said with a sigh, throwing a baleful glare at Citron.

“Oh, Tsuzuru! You wound me! I put so much thought into making an unforgiveable event for everyone!”

“I think you mean ‘unforgettable’,” Itaru piped in.

“Look here, it’s not ‘Russian Roulette’ if all of the options are weird!” Tsuzuru exclaimed in exasperation.

“No kidding! I can’t believe I had to eat that awful wasabi chocolate because of you! I thought my mouth was on fire!” Yuki added, jabbing a finger into Citron’s chest angrily. “You’re lucky this sunrise made up for that atrocious game!”

As Citron dramatically crumpled to the ground from Yuki’s attack, a hand clutched over his heart, he turned his head towards Muku and shot him a wink.

At that moment, Muku felt a rush of warmth surge out of his chest and envelope the rest of his body. As he suppressed the tears prickling behind his eyes, Muku thought that he could now truly understand the meaning behind all of those times his shojo manga had compared someone’s smile to the brightness of the sun.

Writing this story was such a fun challenge for me! I had to work with a word count restriction, but I also wanted to make sure I somehow included every other character from the event — so it was definitely a juggling act, haha! It was also my first time writing about both Muku and Citron, so that was a new challenge in itself. Especially since I wanted to make sure I did two of my favourite characters justice!! In the end, I'm really happy I had the opportunity to write this and am so thankful that I was able to be part of this zine! Again, do check out the full zine if you have a chance!|

As always, thank you for reading and feel free to leave a comment if you have any thoughts!! Any reblogs are always appreciated!!

-Anmitsu

[georgesdamnton]

ok, uve roasted the amrev, can you roast the engrev??

CAN I?? JOKES ON YOU IM AN EXPERT ON 17TH CENTURY ENGLAND BITCH HAHA

If you want a more focused roast like individuals, parliaments, parties, etc, you're gonna have to send a different ask cus this is a vague infodump of my grievances with the commonwealth.

Warning: digression ahead.

Firstly, I've never heard anyone refer to the republic as "engrev" and I'm shook. The only time I've heard people even use the word revolution is for the Glorious """Revolution""", and I've written 2 separate papers on why that doesn't count as a revolution in any way, so don't get me started on that. I'm assuming by "engrev" you mean the no-more-king part, like frev and amrev does.

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So which part of "engrev" (it's growing on me ngl) was stupid and lame? Most of it. No offence. Wait I'm the English person here why am I no offence-ing you? Yes offence. England sucks. Stupid clown country. A key part of "engrev" is that the British parliament sucked and still sucks. Full of morons since 1215. Our government is, and always has been, a joke. So since we hate the monarchy, we are pro-republic, autocracy is a terrible system and we actively fight it: we don't have an engrev fave. Both sides are embarrassing.

The main criticism of the engrev is the following: WE'RE STILL STUCK WITH THE FUCKING ROYAL FAMILY ITS 2020 AND THEY STILL HAVENT FUCKED OFF WHAT THE FUCK GO AWAY YOU PARASITIC INCESTUOUS BUNCH OF GHOULS

It didn't stick!! I will say this, however, Charles II was a boss-ass bitch and if he wants to come back anytime he's welcome to. To sum him up: religious freedom and getting shitfaaaced~. Now there's a cause I can get behind. Also pretending to be a scientist. Which I do a lot. Respect. He also tried his best to work with parliament, despite it being filled with talking penis's, so kudos my guy. But ultimately he was still a king (not a scientist) so like. Sad face. But the reason he came back, bringing the monarchy with him since we removed his dad's head from his body thereby rendering him unable to be king, or be alive, was that parliament SUCKED. Mainly, they couldn't get anything done. You see, only men were allowed in parliament at this time, and if you know anything about British men, you'll know this means they're all useless and stupid and likely ugly. And you know something? I don't blame Charles II for bringing back the monarchy either because what is Lord Protector if not king but without the small amount of sex appeal being king might bring? They deadass offered Olly C the throne as if that didn't completely defeat the point of getting rid of the king in the first place. Sure ya boi had the sense to be like "that's.. probably.... Not.. a great idea......" but then they basically stuck a sticky label on the crown that said "Not A King" and ran with that instead. Thanks guys. Bunch o' bitches. Tbf though, Olly C rocking up like "not a king, a protector ;)))" (The thought of Olly C doing a winky face make me kinda ill. Sorry.) is kinda the same as Napoleon rocking up like "not a king, an emperor ;)))" except Olly C was fucking repressed, though at least he didn't pretend to be hot like one Mr Boner Heart. No matter how hard David simped, we know Napoleon's dick was tiny and his hairline tragic. Same way we know that Marat wasn't a twink in any capacity. But obviously we appreciate the effort, Mr David. Even if your taste in men is embarrassing, your work is lovely.

But honestly, dare I say it, the engrev walked so frev could run. The Cordeliers club took a lot from the English republicans, particularly John Locke, and not to be childish but WE CUT OFF OUR KINGS HEAD FIIIIRST~ NA-NA-NA-NA-NA~ We had the right idea in deciding that a king couldn't just ignore his duty to his people. Putting forward ideas that democracy should have a bigger role in the state and that the monarch's powers should be limited and that they should answer to the people not the other way around was pretty sexy of us actually. But it stopped there. The commonwealth was poorly managed and execution gets a 2/10. We flopped. And then we immediately brought back the monarchy! And kept them! For 360 years! How cringe is that!!

I think timing had something to do with it though. The 17th century was a weird time for everyone really. You think if they tried to pull frev with Louis XIV it would've been as cool? "Hey, you, king man, stop screwing us" "Haha no" and that's frev 1689 edition. Don't fuck with the sun king is all I'm saying. Wait omg call that a.. sunburn, amirite ladies? That wasn't really a burn in any way but I thought of the joke and.. someone say something mean about Louis XIV! I wanna use my sunburn joke! And idk enough about him! He was mean to protestants? Haha take that Louis you protestant-hater! Ha! Idk what I'm doing. Uhhhh right England! England is terrible. Engrev was also terrible. I mean, at least they tried. And the political thinking/theory was pretty sexy. But ultimately a flop. Thanks a lot Cromwell. Lord Protector more like.. Lord.. Bitch. More like.... Lord Spectre?? Lord Erector? Haha erector. Haha. Penis. Haha. Basically he was lame. I don't like him.

SO IN SUMMARY: British parliament is consistently terrible at everything, engrev was a flop but we committed regicide first so haha suck my dick, Charles II was a sexy mf, David needs to stop simping for funky looking dudes since he obviously wishes they were dark-haired twinks (ANTOINE IS RIGHT THERE DUDE), I'm a little scared of Louis XIV, Cromwell was a lameass loser, I didn't proofread this, and I'm keeping the term engrev I love it.

Also I once saw someone who shipped Robespierre and Cromwell and that really messed me up for a few months I won't lie to you like that's next-level fucked up dude

[journeysintowebcomics]

Worm Liveblog #19

UPDATE 19: Everyone’s Enemy

Last time Arc 4 had ended. Taylor was rather injured, but she managed to give a serious blow to Bakuda’s pride. Not long after that, Bakuda’s plan to activate lots of explosives around the city distracted the capes long enough for her to help Lung escape imprisonment, so now he’s back into the story – maybe. At least Taylor is okay and back at home despite being hurt, and Dad Hebert suspects nothing. It was now time for an interlude, so let’s get going!

Well this is a rather unusual point of view I can’t say I expected. This is Brutus, one of Rachel’s dogs. Yeah! That’s bound to be interesting, if anything because it’s likely to be different from all other intermissions in some ways. Hey, at least I can be sure the character his intermission is about isn’t going to turn out to be less than savory unlike every other intermission character sans Dad Hebert, eh? Haha!

The narration is straight to the point and focusing on actions, rather fitting for a dog, I’d say. Short sentences, usually describing through senses instead of describing the environment like Mr. Wildbow usually does. It’s a good change of pace. Besides, looks like this is a chance to evaluate how Rachel is doing these days.

Master is hurt and hurting.  Brutus knows this.  When she bends down, she is moving more slowly, she is making little sounds as she makes bigger movements like bending down and standing up.  She smells like dried blood and stress and sweat in ways she usually doesn’t.

Well these days have been rather active, that’s for sure. The fight with Taylor, the bank robbery that involved clashing against the Wards...there’s more than enough chances for Rachel to get hurt and stressed. It may be a while before she’s physically prepared for intense activities, but I don’t need to know her any better to be aware she’s not going to let something like pain stop her. Rachel is an interesting character, I hope that through this intermission I can learn a bit more about her and how she ticks.

Usually Rachel takes all her dogs to walk, but she’s taking only Brutus this time. What’s more, looks like this isn’t a simple walk with the dog. Oh, I see where this is going! Marvelous, there are answers to come! Where was Rachel all this time? I still doubt she was doing something like betraying the rest of the Undersiders, but it’s still something worth knowing.

There’s an errand to be done. Out of her own volition or following someone’s orders? Rachel moves to leave when someone stops her. “Bitch, hold up,” speaks the scentless man.  Scentless man makes Brutus nervous because he is big but he has no smell.  But he is Master’s alpha so Master stops and listens. For a moment I thought it was the big boss of the Undersiders, and that Rachel was secretly in contact with him. Then I realized it made no sense that the benefactor would be hanging around in the Undersiders’ hideout just like that, hah. So this must be Brian. It’s at this point I realize I’m wrong and this is actually later – at least that’s what looks like now. Scentless man...it must be strange for an animal that someone has no scent. It’s a nice touch to note that.

Apparently whatever Rachel is going to do now is something Grue is not aware of, even though she says she’s going out for ‘work’. Really? That’s doubtful! If the leader doesn’t know about it then it’s likely it isn’t work. Brian shows concern for Rachel. “You were in pretty rough shape when I found you with Über and Leet’s henchmen, and those guys from the ABB.” Okay, confirmed, this was later. “When I found you, one of them had you tied to the ceiling by your wrists and was using you as a punching bag.” No wonder she’s hurt right now, jeez! At least the dog was okay.

Because Mr. Wildbow apparently thought I wasn’t wrong enough times, he proceeds to hit another assumption I had made. The dog Rachel had taken with her hadn’t even been Brutus. Whooops. Uh, in my defense, that’s something anyone would have forgotten, right? Those are the problems of not reading a lot of Worm at once!

“I fucked up. I was bored, restless, figured I’d walk Angelica and see if I could meet you guys where the money was.  Someone recognized me and tailed me.  I was stupid, I took my licks for it.  I’m fine now, we have the money, all is well.”

All is well, she says. Like hell all is well. I don’t know, I feel something is off about that. I can’t even say what, but it just feels like there’s something strange about this.

Because Brian knows that to stop Rachel from going out he’d need to do some serious restraining and nobody’s got time for that, he just tells her to be careful and go if she wants. With some luck nobody will recognize her this time. Mr. Wildbow continues writing stuff you’d expect a dog to do, yeah. Lots of sniffing around, remembering the master before Rachel, more sniffing around.

Looks like they arrived to where they have to stay for a moment because Rachel stops and makes Brutus stop, not too long after that a little girl comes by. One poke in eye. ...welp. This is bound to get ugly, Rachel isn’t going to just stand around while one of her dogs get poked in the eyes and gets its fur pulled – or maybe she’s a bit more patient with kids than I thought, because that’s what she does, even when Brutus is clearly getting upset about this rough treatment.

A woman arrives, apparently related to this girl. ““Aren’t they cute?”  Another laugh.” I’m cringing so hard here. I really don’t think Rachel is amused at all, lady, and indeed, she’s far from amused. May I advise to go away now, woman?

Well this is a bit of a rough scene to read, mainly because Rachel knows very well what to do to make them very afraid. Like for example, order Brutus to hold the girl from the arm and not let go until Rachel is finished talking.

Then Master tells big female, “He’s an abused dog, you know.  Before I owned him, he was mistreated.  Until he hurt someone so badly they needed amputation.  I rescued him before he was put down.  And you just let your kid walk up to him and start clawing at him.  Do you understand what could have happened?  That he could have killed or maimed your fucking mouthbreather of a child?”

Let’s see...hmmm...so, the narration before mentioned that someone had tried to sneak through the basement of Brutus’ former master. That must be the person that ended needing amputation. Must have been a rather savage attack, yikes.

Well I can’t say I approve Rachel’s extreme method, but it certainly was rather irresponsible to simply let a child go touch dogs just like that! And it sounds like it wasn’t just a few seconds of touching, it was way more than that. Still...that girl is going to have a serious phobia of dogs, that’s for sure.

The walk continues and they get to a place where the emphasized characteristics is that it smells like fear and rage. How cheery. Brutus is checked and taken inside, more fear and rage, he’s placed in a room away from Rachel where there’s another dog. A dog fight, perhaps? Hard to believe that from Rachel. A training session? It’s mentioned the other dog is bigger and that it smells of blood and more rage. Then Brutus feels it.  Master is making Brutus stronger and it hurts but it’s a good hurt. There we go, it’s certainly training of some type, and just undergoing the effects of Rachel’s power is enough for the other dog to cower. That was...less bloody than I expected it to be.

Brutus pretty much breaks through the barriers that delineate the room, getting to Rachel and immediately getting the order to guard the door, where people are trying to get through. And that’s where it hits me. I get it now. Hoh, well, how about that, I asked to see more of what makes Rachel tick and my wish was accepted. This is the very core of Rachel’s affection for dogs. How many times was it said that harming dogs made Rachel seriously pissed off? And here we are:

She’s dismantling a dog fighting ring. Excellent choice of situation, Mr. Wildbow.

Brutus is quick to attack, although he makes sure not to harm that much. He’s biting arms and legs, knocking people over and being generally rough. Everyone here is an easy target, they’re not capes or even henchmen, so there’s really no obstacle for Brutus here. It doesn’t take long for everyone to be afraid. Master shouts, “No more!”  and it is word for the people and not for Brutus. I’m pretty sure if they tried to do something like this again Rachel would find out and return. They won’t try again, not after seeing something like this.

Rachel takes a cage with a dog inside, taking it outside and putting it in a car. Another dog for her? Maybe. While Brutus guards the cars, Rachel returns inside, taking more cages with dogs and putting all of them inside the car. Must be one enormous car, because I seriously doubt a dog fighting ring use lots of small dogs in their fights.

When Rachel takes too long inside, Brutus goes to find her and finds her near cages. Here, read this:

Master is kneeling beside cages and dogs inside smell like blood and poo.  But dogs aren’t angry, aren’t moving.  Brutus nuzzles master with nose and lies down beside Master and Master wraps her arms around Brutus’ neck.  Master hugs Brutus tight for very long time.  Brutus knows it is a long time because Brutus stops being big and becomes smaller than Master.

Well that’s grim. Par for the course for Worm, yeah.

I did learn more about what makes her tick. I’m grateful for that chance. After a very long while. Rachel returns to the car and departs, taking all the dogs with her. Where to, I don’t know, because I really doubt she’s going to have a whole army of dogs at her beck and call, and she really doesn’t strike me as someone who’d leave the dogs with someone. I wish the intermission didn’t end here...but it does. That was a doozy of an intermission, filled with Rachel’s emotions. She was angry, she was saddened...those are primal emotions everyone can relate to. Not everyone may feel the same intense love for dogs she does, but everyone should be able to relate to her reactions and emotions. It was also humanizing, the first insight I had about Rachel as a character, beyond the scenes where she fought and where she antagonized Taylor, that is. Overall this intermission was a good choice from Mr. Wildbow. I liked it.

Arc 5 is starting now. It’s called...’Hive’. I once again am not sure what the significance of the word may be. To this day I’m still clueless as to how ‘Shell’ related to the events of Arc 4. Hm...if anyone knows, may I hear it?

The place was nondescript. No, they’re not in the white room of the Matrix, it’s nondescript in the sense that it’s meant to be unnoticeable. A pub, it seems to be according to the sign. Looks like Taylor and the rest of the group are arriving here, she says ‘we’, and since she’s calling everyone by their cape names, this isn’t anything fun-related. Well, not that I think Taylor’s preferences for places to hang out in is at depressing pubs!

It has been a week since the incident with Bakuda, and Taylor was visited by her new friends a few times while she rested. At one point they had even brought Alec and Bitch, and I’d been very relieved my dad hadn’t been home at the time. Hah! Somehow I don’t think Rachel went there willingly. It’s good Dad Hebert wasn’t there. Also, funny that you use ‘Bitch’ instead of her name despite calling everyone else by their names, Taylor. Guess Taylor isn’t very fond of Rachel – no surprise there. Wonder if they’ll get along at some point?

Taylor already found out her villain name is Skitter, and since it’d be a hassle to fight that, she just accepts it. It must suck to get your name chosen for you, but hey, it could have been worse, like Maggot.

This is a meeting between villains, and the people who come in are...weeeeell... Kaiser came through the door with a girl on each arm, blondes with measurements like Playboy models. Hello, Max, how are things going lately? He’s not alone, the blondes are dressed like Valkyries and rather intimidating, to boot. What’s more, Purity comes right after that. Hmmm...I don’t think that, if Max is the benefactor, he’d reveal himself like this. I mean, he stayed away from their sight and ears for so long, talking only with Tattetale. Or maaaaaaybe...you know, Grue is the leader of the group, but the benefactor doesn’t talk to him. If Max is the benefactor, he may prefer to talk to Tattetale, or something like that. Not that this is a confirmation in any way that Max is the boss, I may be getting ahead of myself again!

Purity is glowing like she’s trying to be seen from space despite being indoors. I couldn’t look in her direction without getting spots in my eyes, and my mask had tinted lenses designed to reduce glare. Maybe you could get Grue to form a ball of darkness around her head, how rude of her to blind the people she’s meeting right now.

The rest of Kaiser’s important warriors are here as well, with names such as Krieg, Night, Fog and Hookwolf, and Taylor was aware that they all had separated. Guess Kaiser hadn’t been kidding at all when he announced he was getting things all together again.

There’s a bit of exposition about Kaiser, things a reader may have suspected by then. His white supremacist agenda, the strength of his group...Purity gets a few words of exposition too, mostly about her strength. Sounds like she’s generally a...hmmmm...bit of a generic cape, with strength and flight. Other than that she can shine brightly.

...well, this is starting to be a heavy arc. Coil entered after Empire Eighty Eight, all the more conspicuous because he was alone. Who? No idea, but apparently it’s another important villain in the city, a mastermind without much muscle, both literally and metaphorically. Very fearsome, though. His costume sounds rather creepy, and his powers are a mystery even to Tattetale.

Another villain enters. This is turning out to be a villain reunion. I doubt Taylor ever thought she’d find herself in a situation like this one. Faultline. I knew of her from my research. No word about her powers or what she does in her crime life.

Oh my god, so many names...I’m going to have a hard time remembering who belongs to what group unless I take notes, and knowing me, I’m not going to remember even if I take notes. Oh well, better try anyways.

Faultline and Tattetale have some sort of rivalry, much to Tattetale’s displeasure, all because Faultline is smarter than her. Hah! That’s good grounds for a rivalry. I’m immediately interested in Faultline on grounds of this possibly being a fun thing to watch.

“Faultline’s crew does anything short of murder.  You can say her personality sucks, you can say her powers suck, but I’ll admit she’s very good at finding hidden strengths in the people that work for her.”

Is that so? Huh...curious that murder is the one thing they don’t do; I wonder if there’s a reason for that.

More villains keep pouring in. What’s going on here?

Another group arrived, and it was like you could see a wave of distaste wash over the faces in the room.  I had seen references on the web and news articles about these guys, but they weren’t the sort you took pictures of.  Skidmark, Moist, Squealer.  Two guys and a girl, the lot of them proving that capes weren’t necessarily attractive, successful or immune to the influences of substance abuse.  Hardcore addicts and dealers who happened to have superpowers.

Somehow the thought capes like them existed never crossed my mind. Wow. Even their cape names have this aura of...unpleasantness, so to say. And indeed, nobody seems happy. When Skidmark approaches, Kaiser kicks away the chair to try to force them to sit far from them – and I think there’d be many other chairs kicked if those three try to sit with other groups.

“You can sit in a booth because you and your team are pathetic, deranged losers that aren’t worth talking to.  The people at this table?  I don’t like them, but I’ll listen to them.  That isn’t the case with you.”

Oh, I get it. So, it seems this whole thing was organized by the Undersiders – or by their boss, maybe? I suppose the boss may have some clout the Undersiders don’t, whoever he is, but everyone here must be willing to listen to the Undersiders despite their opinions. If I had to guess...then that may mean this is going to be about Bakuda and the ABB. “Not even counting the events of a week ago, he knows about the ABB and he can share that information with the rest of us.” Yep, I hit the bullseye. Thanks, Faultline. I suppose that causing explosions everywhere may have enraged everyone – including the villains.

Skidmark and his team are sent away to another booth, the deaf waitress comes to serve some people, and – oh damn, more characters are arriving. I can’t juggle all these names and descriptions. Well, everyone who’s entering now don’t have names – except for their leader, one who goes by the name of Trickster. They’re...nomads, and thought what was going on was interesting. “We’ve been to similar places.  I can guess.  No fighting, no powers, no trying to bait others into causing trouble, or everyone else in the room puts aside all other grievances to put you down.” You hear that, Purity? No powers. At least reduce your light a little bit!

So, the time for civilized discussion has started, and the subject is the ABB. I wonder if Lung knows about this...maybe he does. This is kind of a big thing, all these villains gathering in one place. The ABB is starting to get a bit too big for their britches, seizing territories from other groups and overall causing a lot of trouble. Capes, the military, the police, they’re all gathering to fight them, and everyone is in trouble because it’s hard to be criminals when you have so many forces of order gathering in the city.

Stopping this all isn’t as simple as just killing Bakuda, there’s also the problem about the many bombs she has rigged to explode once she dies. Things to point: the bombs will explode once her heart stops beating. Hoh, if only there was a way to keep her heart beating despite she being dead...oh well. These are a bunch of villains with powers I bet I can’t even begin to imagine, I’m sure they’ll think of something.

For information purposes, Grue gives everyone a copy of the video Bakuda made, it doesn’t include the Undersiders’ weaknesses and escape, but it’ll at least show a bit of what Bakuda is capable of. I hope that has more than the show she made that included the kid melting into goop, because if I remember right, that was sent to the media too. Maybe it has some of the part where Bakuda chased the Undersiders. “So,” Coil let the word hang in the air as he cracked each of the knuckles on his right hand individually, “We’re in agreement?  The ABB cannot be allowed to continue operating.” It’s not going to be easy, that’s obvious, but for the purposes of increasing their chances and effectivity, all criminal activity except the most vital stuff will be stopped. City-wide truces will be in effect. The authorities will be contacted and informed about these agreements.

Faultline’s team of mercenaries aren’t going to get involved unless they’re paid, and Coil is the one who will pay. Everyone is satisfied with the agreements, and handshakes are done. Well that was...rather quick! And concise. Almost no talking. It doesn’t mean everything’s going smoothly, though. Tattetale has something to tell to Skitter: “Aside from Grue and maybe Faultline, everyone’s already plotting how they can use this situation to their advantage, or fuck over the others.” Figures. Who’d have guessed a lot of villains would be thinking about what they’ll gain from all this? And here I had thought they’d all follow honor codes and pinky swears. Also sarcasm.

I turned back to the scene, the villains sitting around the table.  It dawned on me just how much sheer destructive potential was gathered in the room.

This could get complicated.

Understatement of the week, Skitter. I think Brockton Bay would be lucky to be in one piece by the time this arc is over. This is going to be fun.

Hah! Okay, this was a promising start of an arc. I’ll continue next time.

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Wrapped Around; pt. 2.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 3990 words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: wow I’m so bad at updating, I’m so sorry ahahah. This is a small portion bc I needed to split up what I’ve already written and I’m not sure when I’ll finish the actual part 3 bc I have mid-terms next week! I feel super bad for making y’all wait so... this is roughly (4000/11000 words i’ve written). It ain’t much but ya know don’t hate me pls haha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Previously...

You run your hands up and down your neck in horror as you see matching dark marks on your neck. What are these? Who did this? Just what the fuck happened last night? Did fucking Jimin— Son of a bitch.

You run to your door, pulling it open hurriedly just so you can catch him but Jimin had made a quick escape.

You slam the door shut, searching instead for your phone. You call him once, twice and he doesn’t pick up… which is odd since he’s practically glued to his phone like all the time. You let out an annoyed groan and settled on texting him instead, fingers furiously tapping at the screen as you typed out your message.

[1:09] You: Jimin what the fuck happened last night?

[1:09] You: how am I even going to hide these marks?

[1:09] You: why couldn’t you just keep your nasty mouth to yourself?

[1:10] You: answer me asshole

[1:10] You: I know you’re reading these

[1:10] You: you’re on your damn phone all the time when we’re doing the quizzes

You wait 5, 10, 15 minutes and there’s still no reply. You go to the bathroom for a quick shower and run to your phone immediately after getting dressed and still no reply. You examine the marks once again and you rest your head on the wall, grumbling at yourself for having too much alcohol the night before.

Even with a scarf, you couldn’t cover the marks that ran all the way to your jawline. You apply a generous amount of foundation and concealer, hoping to hide the petals of blue and purple but you could still see a hint of colour even after slathering on what seems like almost half the bottle of foundation onto your neck. Frustrated, you simply shove the last of your belongings into your bag and make your way to the library.

The throbbing headache you had made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the books you had in front of you. Despite sleeping till 1 pm, you still felt exhausted and you promise yourself to never have that much alcohol again. You sigh, this was starting to sound like what you used to tell yourself every week last semester.

After finishing the last section of your lab report, you allow yourself to take a quick 20-minute nap because honestly you could barely keep your eyes open anyway. You check your phone again, you’re still waiting on Jimin’s reply but your lock screen still comes up blank. Placing your phone to the side, you sink down comfortably into your chair and rest your head on your arms. You will your mind to remember the events of last night but the moment you shut your eyes, you simply drift to sleep.

Your night comes back to you in the form of tiny flashes, simple snippets, each one making you regret the night more and more. The short flashbacks are not in order and it isn’t enough for you to build a coherent timeline of what was your exciting Friday night but they were truly enough to make you feel like flinging yourself across the room.

Drink, bitches!!!

You remember challenging your friend to a drinking contest, downing way too many shots of tequila. You’re surprised you hadn’t thrown up at all or perhaps you did and you didn’t remember. If that’s the case then good, at least you had one less reason to hate yourself for going overboard last night.

Fuck, Y/N I love it when you wear this dress

You remember the god awful dance contest you had with Taehyung which ended with the both of you practically dry humping each other on the dancefloor. You cringe at that memory and mentally add tequila to the list of drinks to never drink again. Your hand absentmindedly runs over the marks on your neck. So that’s who gave you these. You lightly rest your forehead on the table, the feeling of pure embarrassment running through your body. It’s alright, you hope Taehyung doesn’t remember any of this. Even if he does, the both of you will do what you guys always do, pretend it never happened.

You’re too drunk, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into

You remember straddling Jimin, nipping harshly at his neck as your hands ran down the expanse of his body. You remember trying to unbuckle his belt and him stopping you. Oh God. You shake your head furiously, trying to forget the rest of it and now you wished you hadn’t tried to remember what had happened last night at all.

You check your phone, going through your camera roll to delete at least 50 blurry pictures (most of which are just pictures of your feet or the floor to be honest) of last night, wanting absolutely no reminders of the train wreck that you were. You stop scrolling midway when you remember the texts you sent Jimin just a few hours ago and you repeatedly hit your head on the table in frustration after reading what you had sent him.

Jimin is never going to let you live this one down, you know he isn’t… so, you send him a few more texts hoping that he would turn a blind eye to the events of last night. Basically, you were hoping for a miracle.

[3:27] You: nvm I think I rmb what happened last night

[3:27] You: im… sorry

[3:27] You: let’s just pretend last night didn’t happen

[3:27] You: yeah?

[3:27] You: yeah

[3:28] You: thanks

[3:28] You: u da best

You put away your phone partly because you needed to get back to studying but mostly because this time you’re dreading to see his reply. Systematically, you work down your to-do list, slowly ticking things off as you completed each assignment. 

When you tick of the final task, you look up to see that the sun was already setting. You gather your belongings, pushing them into your bag as you mentally pat yourself on the back for getting all that work done despite the killer hangover you were experiencing at the moment.

Walking back to your residence hall, you pull out your phone and your heart drops when Jimin’s name graces your lock screen. You tap on the message notification hesitantly, not really wanting to know what his reply was because knowing him, it’s probably some smart ass comment.

[3:42] Jimin: apology not accepted asshole

[3:42] Jimin: what am I going to do about the marks on my neck hmm?

[3:42] Jimin: and no, I want to discuss last night

[3:42] Jimin: because man

[3:42] Jimin: didn’t know you were that into me nerd

You practically snort aloud when you read his reply. Ugh, this cocky son of a bitch.

[6:30] You: wow

[6:30] You: im not into you doucheface

[6:31] You: I was drunk

You type the rest of your message with one hand as you pull open the door to your residence hall, pausing in the lobby to fully type out a message to defend yourself.

“You know, they say drunk actions are sober thoughts.”

You jump in shock upon hearing Jimin’s voice and he laughs as he skips down the last few steps of the stairs. What kind of luck was this? To get back at exactly the same time he was leaving? It was like the universe just wanted to watch you die from embarrassment. You clear your throat and push your phone into your pocket, trying to appear indifferent… as if seeing him in front of you didn’t make you feel like hiding in a hole.

“Who said that?” You snort. “I call bullshit… so yeah no, not into you.”

“That’s funny,” He laughs, standing in front of you with his arms crossed, staring down at you. “You tried unbuckling my pants… twice… I would say that meant you pretty much wanted me.”

Your cheeks heat up upon hearing the sentence. You’re very aware of what had happened last night but hearing him say it out loud just made it worse.

“I was drunk,” You sigh. “You know drunk? As in was not thinking straight? Anyway, I’m not me when I’ve had tequila okay?”

“Excuses, excuses,” He says dismissively. “You don’t have to—“

“Look can we just stop talking about this, please?” You ask, gaze fixed on the floor because you don’t think you can look him in the face right now.

“No,” He smiles.

You groan in annoyance, gaze still fixed downwards as you choose to walk past him and through the set of doors that led to the rooms on the first floor of your dorm. Jimin follows closely behind you, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable this situation was for you.

“Aw nerd,” He giggles. “Are you feeling down? Because I can feel you up,” He smirks.

“Gross,” You say as you roll your eyes at him. “Do girls actually respond to that?”

“Yes they do, thank you very much,” He answers snobbishly. “Don’t worry nerd, I’ve got one that’s more your style.”

“And what exactly is my style?”

He clears his throat, a devious smirk on his face and you already know you’re not going to enjoy this at all.

“Can I be your enzyme? Because my active site is dying for a chemical reaction.”

“Christ, that was horrible,” You scoff, shaking your head in distaste.

“Maybe you’d like something more specific?”

“Nope, please just don’t,” You say putting your index finger to his lips to make him stop.

“I wish I was the enzyme helicase so I can unzip your genes.”

You purse your lips, trying not to let your smile show but Jimin knows better. He wags his eyebrows at you and you bring your hand up to your mouth, adding an awkward cough because you didn’t want him to think this was actually working.

“Oh my god, I’m going to barf,” You say, feigning disgust. “I’m just— yeah no,” You say with finality as you begin to walk away from him.

“I’m not done yet! Come back here!” You hear him shout, his heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway as he tries to catch up and you pick up speed, hoping to reach your door soon.

He chases after you, holding you in a light headlock when he reaches you and you giggle as you try to get him to release you.

“Jimin, stop!” You say between laughs as you claw at his arms. “I don’t want to hear another one.”

“But I saved the best one for last!” He laughs in return and you cover your ears with your hands, hoping to spare yourself from another one of his cringe-worthy lines.

He giggles, using his free hand, he pulls your hand away from your ear so he could whisper his final line.

“If I was an endoplasmic reticulum? How would you want me? Rough or smooth?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh but you can’t help it this time. He stares at your face and you look away, biting down on your lip harder in an effort to hold in your laughs as best as you can.

Your stifled laughs comes out in the form of cute snorts instead and you burst out in laughter soon after along with Jimin. He releases you in favour of wiping his own tears of laughter away and the two of you stand there, cracking up again each time the laughter starts to die out.

“Okay, not gonna lie but that one was pretty smart,” You say, laughing through your nose. “Is this what you do with your intro bio knowledge? Make greasy ass pick-up lines?”

He nods proudly, smiling down at you suggestively and you scowl at him.

“Anyway, I hope to God you don’t actually use those lines because they were atrocious.”

“Don’t lie nerd… You liked them and you know it,” He winks.

“Did not.”

“Did too!”

At this point, you’ve had enough so you only roll your eyes at him. You were simply too lazy to argue with him so you wave your hand at him dismissively as you begin to walk away. He smiles to himself, taking large steps to catch up to you.

“So…” He begins. “Smooth or rough? You didn’t answer,” He says with a smug look on his face.

You stop in your tracks and Jimin bumps into you lightly. He wags his eyebrows at you again when you turn to face him, amused that his tactics were working on you. You smile innocently before you step closer towards him, inching forward at an achingly slow pace. Two can play this game. Why should he have all the fun?

You hum and furrow your eyebrows slightly, pretending that you were actually thinking about the answer to his question. Jimin’s smirk widens, he didn’t think you’d actually tell him but if you were going to, he sure didn’t mind. You rest your body on his slightly, resting one hand on his shoulder while letting your index finger trail suggestively down the middle of his chest. You look up to see that smug smile of his suddenly disappear and you let the edges of your lips curl up into a smirk.

His eyes were now wide and lips pulled taut as he watched your every move with interest. You laugh internally at the sight. Who knew he’d be this easy to mess with? You move closer and you see Jimin still completely, his hands twitching nervously at his side.

He watches as you tilted your head to the side, your cheek barely touching his. He opens his mouth to say something, to ask you what you were doing but he felt his mind go completely blank when your fingers curled around the side of his neck softly.

You felt him shiver as your lips ghost the shell of his ear and you smirked, knowing full well that you had rendered him speechless. You hover above his ear, watching him grow increasingly impatient and confused.

Just when Jimin finally got his brain to build a coherent sentence, he feels your hot breath against his ear as you whisper your answer.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You ask before you pull away to wink at him.

You almost laugh at the expression on his face and you wonder if this is what you had looked like earlier in the day when he had said the same thing to you. You walk away from him, fully expecting him to run up to you to reply with a witty comment but when you turn back, you see him standing there, completely stunned and you laugh once again. Looks like the resident playboy wasn’t as suave as everyone made him out to be.

“I’ll see you around,” You say, waving him goodbye and you see him wave his middle finger at you with a sarcastic smile on his face. You smile, returning the gesture towards him before you disappear into your room. 

In the comfort of your room, you pat yourself on your back, a large smile on your face. Rendering Jimin speechless was truly a feat considering how he’d never stop talking once the sleazy part of him decides to appear. You smiled to yourself, it felt good to finally put him in his place, to give him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe he’d think twice before he tried anything on you again.

Physics, physics, physics. The bane of your existence. Your mind drifts in and out of lecture and you focus just in time to catch your lecturer writing down a new formula on the board. You’re not sure why you choose to sit in the first few rows if you never really pay attention to the lecture anyway. Actually, you’re not sure why you even choose to attend this lecture in the first place if you gained nothing out of it in general. Perhaps it made you feel better, like attending a boring lecture in itself was already an accomplishment.

When the bell rings and the professor rushes through his closing remarks, you finally snap back to reality. The sound of collective rustling urges you to begin packing your belongings too and so you do, dropping things into your bag at a snail like pace. As you put away your stationary slowly, you see Jimin making his way down the row to where you were sitting out of the corner of your eye.

“Nerd, can I see your notes later I—“

“Oh hey guys!” Jinyoung, one of the guys in your discussion section greets. His smile quickly fades and he narrows his eyes before pointing at the both of you. “Wait, hold up…” He says as he scrutinizes the marks on your neck and you tug your turtleneck higher, trying to hide them. “Ayy, looks like the both of you finally did it,” He laughs and you look over to see that Jimin hadn’t even bothered to wear a scarf to shield his neck from prying eyes.

“Oh my god, no,” You laugh as you wave your hands about in disagreement. “It’s really not what you think.”

“She’s right,” Jimin says, nodding and you exhale a sigh of relief, glad that he hadn’t decided to say anything stupid this time. “Whatever you think happened… think the same but 10x kinkier,” He smirks.

Son of a bitch

“Wait, what??”

“Nice!” Jinyoung exclaims as he nods approvingly. You watch as Jinyoung fist bumps Jimin and holds out his hand to high five you. You smack it away immediately.

“No! what the hell Jimin? Stop telling lies!”

“Lies?” He asks. “So are you saying this isn’t your handiwork?” He questions while pointing to the marks on his neck.

“I-I… ok fine yes that was me but this wasn’t you and—“

“No way,” Jinyoung interrupts, eyes wide and mouth agape, completely amazed. “So it was a threesome?”

Jimin merely winks and the boy high fives him. You put your hand in the way, attempting to stop them and Jimin is practically snorting at how flustered you looked at this moment.

“No, that’s not—“ You begin, trying hard to deny his statement but you stop mid-sentence, deciding instead to just sink into your seat because it wasn’t worth your time to try and disprove Jimin’s statement. You lick your lips in frustration and scoff at the situation, choosing only to continue packing your bag before walking out of the lecture hall. Jimin calls you by his endearing nickname for you but you ignore him, adjusting the straps on your backpack before turning around to leave.

Jimin chases after you, tugging you backwards by your bag just before you reach the exit of the lecture hall.

“Look, I’m sorry nerd,” He frowns. “It was just a joke, Jinyoung knows that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You say dismissively.

He turns you around to peer at your face and you simply frown at him.

“I mean it though, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know,” You sigh. “I’m not upset… it’s just been a long day and I’m just being moody, sorry.”

“No, I mean I—“

“Listen, I have to go right now,” You interrupt as you glance at your phone to look at the time. “I’ll see you around yeah?” You say as you begin walking away from him. He hears you shout another quick sorry and he’s left standing there, feeling bad about how he had probably made your day worse.

Jimin doesn’t see you for the rest of the week and the weekend too. He feels horrible and he’s worried that he’d totally blown it with that stupid joke. He sends you a few texts to apologize again for it but you reply with smileys telling him it’s totally fine and that you really were just having a bad day that day. Over text, he can’t tell if you’re lying like you always do when you say ‘I’m fine’.

[4:37] You: Hey, I can’t make it to quiz night tomorrow because I have a group project ):

[4:37] You: But I’ve done the quiz and I sent you the answers through email

[4:37] You: At least attempt it yourself before looking at the answers yeah?

[4:42] Jimin: Lame… ditch the group project

[4:42] Jimin: You know I’m more fun to hang out with

[4:42] Jimin: Jk but thanks for the answers and yeah of course I’ll attempt the quiz myself first

[4:43] Jimin: Who do you think I am?

[4:43] You: You’re Jimin which means you’d try to get away with doing the least amount of work possible

[4:43] Jimin: Rude

[4:43] Jimin: Completely untrue

[4:43] Jimin: I’m quite possibly the most studious person you know

[4:45] You: Sure, whatever you say haha

[4:45] Jimin: It’s true ok

[4:45] Jimin: But seriously thanks for the answers

Jimin’s thumbs hover over the enter button as he contemplates sending out his next few sentences. He didn’t want you to think he was too concerned about you, because he wasn’t or at least that’s what he told himself.

Sighing, he locks his screen and sets down his phone. He looks away for a second then exhales a frustrated huff before picking it back up immediately to send the messages anyway.

[4:48] Jimin: Also nerd

[4:48] Jimin: You sure you’re alright?

[4:48] Jimin: Don’t work yourself too hard yeah?

[4:49] You: Haha I’m fine doucheface, don’t worry

I’m fine

He sighs as he reads those two words.

I’m fine, you’d always say when he asked if you were alright but he knew that you weren’t. You weren’t taking care of yourself, he could see that clearly. You had shed a few pounds since the beginning of the semester and the eye bags under your eyes seemed to grow darker with every time he saw you. He often hears you shift uncomfortably in your sleep, whining to yourself under your breath and he holds you tighter hoping that somehow he could help lull you to sleep but he knows that doesn’t work. You needed to talk it out but you always brushed him away. You never wanted to talk about the state of your mental health, that you had made clear to him. You had shot down every attempt Jimin had made at asking you about how you were truly feeling so, he only nods understandingly and bites back the comments that were waiting on the tip of his tongue.

The second week comes around and before he could catch you at the end of lecture, you disappear out of the hall. Never mind, I’ll see her at discussion, he tells himself but you never showed. He shouldn’t be this worried. He really shouldn’t be concerned when you’ve told him multiple times now that you were alright but he can’t seem to shake off the feeling of uneasiness that sat uncomfortably at the bottom of his chest when he thought about you.

He takes longer naps in your room, hoping to catch you when you come back from your classes but he never finds you there. He even decided to do his homework in your room, falling asleep after watching the latest episode of that Netflix show that the both of you usually watched together. He didn’t quite enjoy the episode even though it was as exhilarating as the others. It just didn’t feel quite right… watching it without you.

In the morning, he wakes up to find that you hadn’t returned to your room and he frowns to himself because you had probably slept over at the library again. He wonders if he should search the library for you later and drag you back to your room. If you continued like this, you would probably crash and burn before the end of the semester.

For someone who was just a friend quiz partner, he definitely worried about you a bit too much. God, he hated how you occupied most of his thoughts half the time. He pushed himself hard at training that day, wanting his mind to stop worrying about you but as soon as he steps out of the boathouse, his mind drifted back to the thought of you. To put it quite frankly, he misses you and that was a problem because he really shouldn’t be. You were meant to be someone he’d use to get good grades and if all went according to plan, you were going to be a simple hump and dump but hell, he hadn’t even slept with you yet and he was already so hung up on you.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: love my bio nerd jokes pls. took a lot of brain power to incorporate them. p.s: this is like 100% unedited, forgive me. FORGIVE ME.

[f1uffy-turtle]

Fanfic Writer Asks

[SOURCE: criminal-minds-fanfiction: Most of the writer ask posts I come across are only like ten or so questions long so I thought I’d try to make a longer one because we like talking about our writing! Feel free to reblog!]

I got this from @wickedobsessed101 and copied and pasted the questions so I can fit my own answers too. You can find the post I got from them here.

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction? I started around 2011, so I was around 13 years old at the time.

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one? I am currently writing for The Owl House fandom, but I am intending on broadening my scope to She-Ra as well as Lord of the Rings, Zelda, and ATLA bc gay fantasy brain go brrr.

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer. I prefer to write original characters myself. Y/N stuff is not exactly my forte. It gives me more control as to how I know the characters will act depending on their own characterization and backstory.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for? I actually really prefer to write really tense stuff, despite my misleading username. I live for the conflict of the moment and it does lean into some pretty angsty stuff sometimes. I mean, look at Soul Bound. However, I also do like writing light-hearted comedies as well as some fluff whenever I can get around to it. My heart yearns and so too must the romantic tension.

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi-chaptered stories, which would it be and why? I really only have one that is published, but it is definitely the one that I do like the most. Soul Bound was originally a story that was going to stand on its own. It was set in a world that I created meticulously from the ground up, taking inspirations from Lord of the Rings, Legend of Zelda, ATLA among other things. I do have other multi-chapter projects in the works that I absolutely love, however out of my published babies, it's SB 100%.

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why? The Legion of Lenny Faces was a crack fic that I just posted for funsies. I wouldn't mind getting rid of that.

7) When is your preferred time to write? Since I am starting to work again, I'm thinking about starting work on my writing around 2PM. It's normally around that time that I start anyway, so it works out.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from? Movies, music, sometimes even my own songs that I write. Inspiration really comes from anywhere that hits me. However, it hits especially hard whenever I make a playlist for a particular mood that I want a story to have.

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote? In Soul Bound, my current favorite scene that I have written was the scene in the chapter Confrontations with the scene between Amity and Odalia. I essentially channeled everything I ever wanted to say to my abuser into Amity's words and it was the most cathartic thing that I ever wrote.

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?In The Bean that I wrote for April Fools, while it definitely is a crack fic, I still wanted it to read like an Owl House episode or at least an Owl House short. However, I did think of an alternate ending in mind where the bean just kept on multiplying until it flooded the entirety of the BI. However, That would mean by those rules, duplicating all non-living things on the isles.

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it? I split an entire chapter into two pieces and rewrote another one just because of criticisms that made complete sense to me. In all honesty, I did blame the burnout, however all of that and the small break I did take helped a lot to reinvigorate my love for this story that I am writing.

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why? Skara. 100%, she is babey and I love her.

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why? Gonna be honest, while I love King as a character, I don't exactly like writing him. I feel like if I wrote him as more of an active part of the story, it would detract entirely from the whole thing. Second would be my OC, Robert Almade solely because I feel like he can be much more fleshed out, but also because there are parts of his character that I did write that just don't make complete sense to me. This should be worked out later.

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories. For Soul Bound, I literally asked a Discord server for ideas because all the titles I did think of were shit XD. However, I recently came up with the title for my Skarlow punk band AU, Skara and the Wallflower, based on the book/movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower as well as band names in general.

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names? I normally think about the themes the character embodies and how they may change and grow throughout the story, and then I translate specific keywords into different languages and trim them in a way that sound like a name.

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?[Ask me about a specific story]

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.“Oh, sure! Protect me from him, but let Amity take the brunt of it and possibly die? What if she is dead, Eda? What if I can’t see her again?”

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them? I'd rather not talk about it.

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to? Possibly I may have one for Skara and the Wallflower if I feel up to it, however Soul Bound is going to be a one-and-done deal.

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently? Yes!

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire? @lunanight2012 @quirkquartz @descendantofthesparrow

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it? Any story that I haven't published.

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence? I do listen to music just to set in the general mood and once I get going, I can go either with or without it.

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes? I can write smut. However I don't ever feel comfortable publishing smut. It really just isn't for me.

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story? YES! I ABSOLUTELY HAVE!!!! SO MANY TEARS BECAUSE OF THE ANGST!!!

26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write? This most recent chapter was actually the hardest to write because I was already so scared when writing Scrying of the Soul that when I started writing this one, I didn't know how to settle down with this whole thing. I knew Luz needed to process her trauma before I introduced the ghost, but exactly how I felt like I had trouble with.

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow? I have a varied mix of ways I outline. Yes, I do have a list of bullet points about what major plot points go where, but really that's all that comes together before I start writing. Soul Bound is completely plotted out in the very broad strokes, but the rest is just improvisation.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction? That writing would be the single most fun thing that I have ever done and to be fair while I do want my stories to be the best they can be, just the fact that I'm getting them out there makes me happy.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like? Gonna be honest, my one-shots don't get a lot of love, but it is entirely understandable.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at? Ya know, Imma just say a song title that I wrote that many people love that I've grown to just not like. Ticking Time Away.

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec, not the answerer)Yeah, sure!

32) Are any of your characters based on real people? The way I characterize Odalia is based on a mix of what is already established. That and a heavy doseage of my abuser and their mindset. Which is kind of why it felt cathardic writing that scene in Conflicts.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten? Honestly, whenever I make a revision and it is heavily praised by either a reader if I edited an already published chapter or a beta reader if I had revised a particular scene they didn't like. I thrive off of any good critique and it makes me want to do better.

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten? I mean there are people who wouldn’t read just because what I wrote was a ghost fic, but tbh it wasn't even that harsh.

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest? I normally share with other writers when I'm really excited so I can bounce ideas off of them, however specific story elements I keep close to my chest because that part feels like my personal touch moreso than the general idea.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s? HAHA NICE TRY BEYOTCH YOU JUST HAVE TO READ IT!! (Other than the fact that Amity does get her body back, but that's already been promised.)

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written? The BEAN

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name them. I would honestly be willing to collab with anybody from the Good Witch Society on Discord. As well as my partner which we already talked about quite a few ideas that we had for stories.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person? So, I do love writing inner monologue, however if I was ever staying in one character's perspective, it would just feel way too limiting. I prefer third person omniscient so I can at least give the reader insight into what's going on in everybody's heads.

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?IRL, yeah. But I have established that I am using this to exercise my own writing skills.

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written? Emira I would actually consider a minor character in the grand scope of my story, however I absolutely adore writing her.

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx.I write my own songs and to be completely fair, it was really spontaneous in Soul Bound, but I found out a plot point that could definitely weave in extremely well within the story.

Skara and the Wallflower being a punk band AU will definitely be a songfic with all original songs.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it? Actually, nobody has ever really guessed a plot twist yet.

44) What is the last line you wrote? This really can't be good.

45) What spurs you on during the writing process? I already really adore the stories that I write and my goals are to write them and get them out there. I think about how the characters react and how things can go wrong in a way that makes sense.

46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?[Ask me for a specific story]

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about?[Ask me]

48) What’s your favourite trope to write? Friends to Lovers, hands down.

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about? To be completely honest, the first fic I read was a Zelda fic. I forgot what most of the plot was about, but it did involve Link and Zelda going into Termina and meeting up with this original character who did everything he can to fuck with the both of them. It's very vague, but I absolutely loved it and I never remembered it updating.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why? I'd have to cave and say angst. I like to have conflict in my stories, but I never like to have it be complete brooding. Just some light trauma, you know?

If you wanna read my stories, they’re all right here: F1uffyTurtle