#we see the merge tear the doors off so idk

[nyaskitten]

Doc's explanation for the whole Monastery size inconsistency! I love the idea of some of it going further into the mountain...

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

Someone Will Remember Us, Even in Another Time

A large part of this is inspired by the WardenIngoPC AU by @pointvee

Note: This is unfinished and I likely won’t be returning to it. It features scenes out of context, ends abruptly and is littered with placeholders/notes. If that’s a dealbreaker for you, you’re better off skipping this. 

That said, it’s a difficult one to really post about, because I ended up merging what I’d already written in one vein with a separate concept. There’s actually a (mostly) complete outline for this, but it’s legitimately over 9000 words long, and there’s just no way I’m getting it under control.

---

“You are definitely not allowed here.” Emmet said, blunt as ever.

True as that may have been, he didn’t need to say it to the Pokemon’s face.

The Pokemon in question stared down at them with two-toned eyes and blinked, unruffled by the declaration; it stepped forward with one gold-tipped hoof, then the other, intent on the pair of them as it strode nearer.

[…]

“I… suppose the rule states that a trainer can’t have a legendary Pokemon on their team, not that a legendary Pokemon itself can’t battle.”

“Ah.” Emmet said, all flat amusement, “The Air Bune loophole. What a cultured Pokemon.”

[...]

Emmet didn’t react at first, so used to seeing Pokemon charging his direction in a train car that, for just a second, he forgot there was no active Pokemon on his side of the field. It would have been a horrible mistake if Ingo hadn’t already thrown an arm around him and pulled the both of them to the side, turning his back just in time to clear the Pokemon’s path.

Coincidentally, it was this exact motion that [doomed him]. As soon as it drew even with them, the Pokemon seized the collar of his coat in its jaws and kept galloping, tearing the two apart. Emmet had just enough time to lunge forward, but not enough to catch his brother’s outstretched hand.

Before his foot met the floor, they were gone, and he was left alone in an [idk] car.

---

The security footage was simultaneously informative and utterly unhelpful. It showed the Pokemon appear out nowhere on the car prior to theirs and then promptly admit itself through the door. Normally, the ensuing battle would have been fascinating, but right now, Emmet couldn’t care less-- he reviewed it out of obligation, but was patiently waiting for the battle’s end.

He was aware of the depot agents congregating around, leaning closer than he’d prefer in order to parse what was happening onscreen. For now, he let them. Uncomfortable as it may have been, he’d appreciate any confirmation that he wasn’t actually seeing things.

Playback showed the Pokemon wind up and charge; Emmet saw himself stand dumbly in its path until Ingo dragged him away, and then watched-- a seething, passive observer-- as it stole his brother. The angle didn’t offer any new information. It displayed his [lunge] forward, but not the way their hands had just barely grazed each other as the Pokemon fled into a golden light.

This perspective was, however, easier to watch. The content was still terrible, there was no denying that, but the cameras were mounted in such a way that Ingo’s likeness was recorded from the back. When Emmet [reviewed] it, the panic in his twin’s eyes was a product of his memory and nothing more.

“You-- you battled that?” Cameron asked, incredulous.

“Boss Emmet,” Ramses began slowly, on his other side, “Where’s Boss Ingo?”

Emmet was unable to formulate a response, so he didn’t. Instead, he gave a low, frustrated growl.

“Okay.” Said Cloud from further back, “Okay. We-- we’ve gotta call someone, right? Who would know what that…? Lenora? Professor Juniper?”

Isadore, eyes fixed on the frozen screen, said nothing and pulled Cameron back.

Though he was grateful for the breathing room, Emmet couldn’t say as much; in one fluid motion, he rose from his chair and strode out of the security office. It was unheard of for one-- let alone both-- of the Subway Masters to depart from Gear Station unscheduled. Emmet couldn’t find it in himself to care, right now; willingly or not, Ingo had set the precedent, and he’d always looked to his older brother for social cues.

[...]

When he came back, Cameron was in the chair, vacillating between studying the screen and sketching something out on a stray piece of paper. Isadore stood next to him, scrolling through his phone as he tried to figure out what they were looking at. Normally, Emmet would take issue with the distractions. Not today.

“Emmet,” Elesa said slowly, looking at the frame Cameron had decided to use as a reference; it showed the Pokemon in something approaching profile, facing off against [pokemon], “What’s going on here?”

Tersely, he signaled to Cameron, who looked up from his misshapen quadruped and obediently let the footage play out

---

The news got out within three days.

Not the news of Ingo’s abduction, since Emmet had recruited anyone who would listen for three consecutive seconds in that regard-- no, somehow, the security footage leaked, and the reception was unfathomable.

Gear Station had to be shut down within the hour; too many people were crowding around, ignoring safety guidelines and impeding the ongoing investigation. Emmet had been forced to use his entire team and the rogue Chandelure to ensure that no civilians remained on the premises, and even then, people found creative ways to break and enter.

---

And suddenly, there was something new, something different.

The image was of tightly packed dirt, a white stripe visible on the very edge. Centered at the bottom were a pair of [old]-looking shoes.

“--sn’t recording last time, either. I just don’t get it.” There was an exasperated sigh, “You got it to work-- no chance you remember how, is there?” The speaker hissed in a sudden breath, the only noise to fill the silence for a moment.

“I shouldn’t have asked. Sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize.”

“Yeah there is. I know it bothers you, and I was being insensitive.”

“I’m not so easily offended, Miss Akari; the circumstances are nonstandard, and I’m fully aware that it wasn’t your intention.”

The first speaker made a small noise of dissent. The second seemed to take that as a cue to intervene.

“Come on, now, let’s find the source of this malfunction. Perhaps we missed something early on that’s preventing your device from [idk]; you can’t leave the station if your equipment isn’t up to code. Remember, safety f-”

---

The video was focused on a Pokemon, bipedal with light fur and two claws on either paw. It was sitting on something dark-- someone’s lap, based on the fact that there were hands holding onto either set of claws, swaying them side to side the way one might play with an infant.

When the feed began, a man’s voice was already speaking, an indulgent sing-song as he moved the Pokemon’s claws.

“--round the lum berry bush the Aipom chased the Sneasel, the Aipom thought ‘twas all in good fun and--” The hands guided the claws toward one another, clacking them gently together, “--bop goes the Sneasel.”

He stopped shortly thereafter, posture shifting to turn toward the person holding the camera, incidentally showing off the carved wooden band on his wrist. As they spoke, it became immediately obvious it was the same pair from before.

Briefly, they talked about a Pokedex, and then, with the same air of entertainment he’d used on the Pokemon, the man said said, “I see. And this specific aspect of raising Sneasel was vital to your research, was it?”

There was a long silence, and then a resolute, “Yes.”

He chuckled. “Well, if you’ve got what you came for, I won’t keep you any longer-- unless you’d also like to bone up on the mechanics of claw sharpening.”

Though it was phrased like the answer was an obvious no, his tone suggested that it was a legitimate offer. The girl holding the camera hummed in consideration.

“They do the--” She must have gestured off-screen, because she didn’t elaborate further, and the camera bounced with an unseen motion, turning the Pokemon into a pale blur before the focus settled on the ground. “With rocks, right? That’d be good to see, but I’ve gotta run to the Fabled Spring before nightfall. I’ve been waiting forever for a full moon, and figured I’d camp out ahead of time, just so I don’t miss any Clefairy.”

“Ah, you’re wise to stay on schedule, then. Have a safe trip.”

“See ya!”

There was the dizzying blur and buffeted noise of a camera being moved quickly and carelessly, and, after a few seconds, it settled on the girl’s shoes as she walked, presumably looking down at her device.

“Oh shit.” She said, the second word muffled as she clapped a hand over her mouth, “It was recording, wasn’t it? That’s gonna be embarrassing.”

She stopped and turned at the waist, but the visuals stayed consistent as she took a hissing breath, “Welp. Sorry, Ingo.”

---

The camera adjusted as the interior lighting gave way to the sun, and, excited, she gasped, “Oh! Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Slowly, she crept across the dirt roadway, keeping her quarry onscreen. Her movements didn’t go entirely unnoticed-- the man in red from before kept a wary eye on her-- but she kept herself hidden where it counted, which was, admittedly, impressive; the main street was quiet enough that the conversation about ‘plump beans’ registered even from this far away.

Shifting the device to her non-dominant hand, Dawn presumably readied her ammo in one hand and took aim.

Their interaction seemed to end just a beat too soon-- the dark-clothed man tipped his hat and began to turn-- and Dawn panicked. The blur of a snowball [verb] less than a hand’s width from his face, and, running on instinct, he whirled around and boomed, “EMMET!”

The phone clattered to the ground, camera pointing up to where Dawn had abandoned it in an effort to protect her ears. An incredible silence settled over the street. It was broken as, somewhere in the near distance, a Kricketune cried.

As she tested the waters-- uncovering first her right ear, then her left-- Dawn lit up. “Who!?”

There was an awkward cough from off-screen, followed by a rough-sounding, “My apologies, Mister Choy.” and footsteps drawing nearer.

“Miss Akari, […], but you have to understand that throwing objects at passerby is a major safety violation.”

“Uh, sure. Won’t happen again, Ingo, promise.” Dawn said, crossing her heart as if to emphasize her sincerity. As soon as she’d completed the gesture, she wasted no time in launching into, “Who’s Emmet?”

There was a brief pause, “I beg your pardon?”

“That’s what you said when you were busy using Uproar! Do you think they were your partner? Or the man who likes winning?”

“Human.” He said instantly, “He’s human. He’s my…he’s...”

He broke off with a small, pained sound. At the same time, Dawn reached over, past the camera’s field of vision, and seemed to remember its presence; a flash of a grimace stole over her face and she gingerly set a foot over the lens.

“I apologize for my unscheduled departure, but please excuse me.”

After a second, Dawn removed her shoe from the camera. The last thing it picked up before she [picked it up] and stopped the recording was her worried expression.

---

The picture was composed, primarily, of lavender fur. A dozen light purple bodies sprawled out all over the place, varying from [size] to something that could be cupped in the palm of a hand. The Pokemon were unmistakably Sneasel, but no Sneasel like any on record, prior to the Bop Goes the Sneasel video; it was almost like they’d been inverted, the [dark] fur turned light and white claws stained dark. There was another creature at the top, but that was… complicated.

Because the odd Sneasel were sleeping on a person.

From the waist up, he was all pale colors-- a light pink tunic, fair skin, silver hair tied back in a lopsided bun that one baby had sleepily sunk its claws into-- but there was a dark splotch to his side, teeming with [baby] Sneasel. He had one arm wrapped around it, forming a dip so the [babies] couldn’t simply roll out of their bed.

Then there was the presumed Mama Sneasel. Situated at the top of the picture, she was letting the man’s head rest against her body, curled to help contain her young as they dozed on the lone human. Her eyes were closed, head turned to tuck her face against the man’s neck and hands with three massive, razor sharp claws laying lazily on his chest.

The photo was posted alongside two words: For Emmet.

Ten minutes later, there was a continuation. The Pokemon at the top-- not a Sneasel at all, given the size discrepancy and key physiological differences-- was awake this time, her posture slightly different. She’d moved to lay her head on one arm, the other drawn up, idly working through a visible tangle in the man’s hair. The man himself was little better than asleep, but his eyes were cracked open and looking in her general direction. He seemed unbothered by the claw so close to his face.

This, too, was accompanied by a caption.

Wady Sneaswer wuvs her warden.

That would have been the end of it, but it was also followed by another picture-- a return to the candid snapshot style that had begun the entire [?]. Instead of a head-on shot of a horizontal surface, the picture seemed to depict the room itself, from the perspective of someone standing mostly-upright. The large not-Sneasel-- ‘Wady Sneaswer’-- was propped up on one elbow watching amusedly as the man shot upright, one wide-eyed Sneasel clutching his hair. In the foreground, Dawn fled, a blurry grin visible on her face.

The feed went silent.

---

“Akari has been training a Rotom recently.” Ingo said from behind the device, conversational. “It has an interesting habit of changing its form in accordance to the… items she’s obtained from the Ginkgo Guild. I seem to remember that they have a function, but for the life of me, I couldn’t begin to guess at what they are.”

He seemed to be climbing a rocky incline as he spoke, giving a Bronzong a wide, respectful margin as he crossed its path. As he neared the top, he hesitated, distracted.

“It appears Melli is attending to duties elsewhere today.” He murmured. It still echoed back at him. “I mean no disrespect, but perhaps that… makes this simpler.”

“You see, my goal is to observe the Pokemon in its base form. Lady Sneasler’s children have caught the ire of a Rotom in the past, which led me to believe it was a ghost Pokemon-- it’s become quite clear, however, that this is not the case for its altered shapes. [...]”

[...]

“Hey, wait!”

There was a brief scuffle and a high, electric snicker, followed by the phone all but flying out of its owner’s grasp. A hand passed by the lens, scrambling to grab the device.

“This was not at all what I intended! Sir or madam, I must insist that you return that at once.”

[it devolves into him chasing the Rotom for awhile. Eventually he sics Gliscor on it and battles the phone, which comes out unscathed. The racket catches Melli’s attention, however, and he complains out-of-shot.]

Reaching to tilt the brim of his hat down, Ingo dropped the hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Sinnoh, grant me patience.” He successfully whispered, and stooped down to retrieve the phone.

[...]

[username]: If Sinnoh gave him strength, Melli would be dead.

----

“So I got to the Highlands this morning--” Dawn puffed, haphazardly recording a craggy incline full of Bronzor as she ran, “-- and the torches in Wayward Cave were gone. Again. That’s-- that’s a thing. That’s been going on for awhile.”

She stopped talking for a moment, catching her breath and swiftly maneuvering around what looked like a series of grave markers.

“Melli takes them down and-- hff-- Ingo has to put them back up. But then! I heard! The word ‘safety’! From all the way down in the Bolderoll Ravine!” She took a gasping breath, unwilling to sacrifice her speed, and continued, “And if Melli’s about to get his ass kicked, I can’t miss it. I can’t. Hooo. Okay. Just a little farther-- an-- anyway people in our time like battles, yeah? I like them. Ingo likes them. And if this is-- hff-- really happening, I wanna be able to relive it later.”

[...]

“With all due respect,” Ingo said, in tones that subtly suggested the amount due was, in fact, none, “I would vastly prefer we didn’t fight over this. It seems to me that concessions can be made on both our parts; I’m certain I’ve seen Pokemon cohabitate with humans in tunnels far more active than the ones here.”

[,,,]

“That Earthq-- Earth Power Gliscor used! I’ve seen that before-- I didn’t know Pokemon in Hisui could learn it, though!”

There was a low, sleepy “Scorrrr” from the side, and a swishing tail crossed the lens’s path as it filmed a Bronzor giving their backs a dirty look.

“You have? Perhaps that’s where I’m getting it from, then. For some time now, I’ve had the strangest feeling that, once mastered, Earth Power should have a wider range of effect, but none of the Pokemon I’ve observed have demonstrated such an attack. We’ve been working on this for quite some time.” There was a break for a gleeful chirp, and the glimpses of Gliscor’s tail were replaced by a leathery wing as it swooped down. It obstructed a good third of the frame. “Ah, time to roost, is it? Rest well, you’ve earned your [break].”

[...]

Gear Station Official: Of course that’s what he remembers. If Hisuian Gliscor have Mold Breaker, I will not be held accountable for my actions.

[bowieandqueen11]

I’m An Idiot / Richie Tozier Fluff

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Richie x reader (18 years old) where he has had a crush on the reader since the whole IT situation but never acted on it until he hears they are moving to go and attend college and it’s a whole sweet thing where he is outside her house practicing what to say and she hears it through her window or something? Idk if that’s clear or not. Thank you! Also I LOVE your writings! Hope you have a wonderful day/night! 💕 

It’s been so long since I’ve written for Richie holy moly but this is so cute!!

Warning, some strong language!

Reblogs and comments much appreciated!

Richie Tozier couldn’t stop hopping.

When he woke up, shoving his duvet on the floor and grabbing the first Hawaiian shirt laying askew on his desk chair, he was shaking. When he shoved Eddie’s face out of the way as he tripped over him on the way to his door, he was trembling, although Eddie only snorted and rolled over in his sleeping bag to go back to snoring. If he knew that he was actually doing this, if Bill knew, although he was still sprawled out and half falling off the beanbag, that he was finally going to muster up the courage to confess to you before you left the Losers, he would never hear the end of it. When he shut the front door, squeezing his lips together so as not to wake his parents, he was beginning to jump from foot to foot.

‘Come on, Tozier, you fought a child eating clown. You’ve got the high score on every game in the Arcade. Heck, you’ve even made Eddie Spaghetti laugh out loud and spit his milkshake all over Ben’s face. You’re hilarious, you’re a fantastic catch-’

Kicking a can off of the road, he sighed to himself as he passed Derry library, his breath fogging up his glasses in the early modern light.

‘Who are you kidding, you’re just a Loser. She’s totally going to reject you. Shit!’

Crunching over the grass by the school, he finally hopes on his breaking down, creaking bike, and fills the empty streets with the sound of his wheels spinning and his heart thumping with each cycle. The dew shines in the first rays of the rising sun, brightening his sneakers with a glint as his tracks leave their own footprints on the grass - the only path to show that had been there.

He didn’t mean to reach you at sunrise, but he had found himself sleepless last night. He had expected you round at the Losers’ sleepover last night, but you had to phone up late and inform him that you had to start packing. Mike had been the one to find him, just leaning his head against the wall with the phone still hanging limply in his hand. He had to place his hands firmly around his shoulders to pull Richie away, leading him back into the others with a tight grip, but Richie was gone, far away, as if he was disappearing in his grip like a ghost. Eddie was about to say something later that night, but the look of fear, and dejection on Richie’s face when he slipped under his covers and just turned his back to the others, made him stop and just settle down in his freshly pressed sleeping bag.

The morning, thankfully, wasn’t as grey, but soothing lavender and brilliant lander started to break out from behind the clouds, merging behind his raven hair into neon pinks and peaches.

Finally arriving at your house, he dumped his bike on your lawn and ran around to face your bedroom. Little did he know, that you were also awake, still thinking about your phone call last night. Placing your hand on your windowsill, you sigh as you just stop for a moment, ignoring the boxes in the corner of your eye and instead just leaning by your net curtains. 

Behind the glass, and the fabric, was the ever changing art of the sky, and the boy you couldn’t see yet below it, who was desperately trying to put into words the ever exploding feelings in his heart. There was such a feeling of nervousness, of joy, of electricity in the air, a sense that secrets were about to be whispered into the transitory and eternal air, changing and constant and not able to be swallowed in again.

Stopping suddenly, you start to hear a squeaking voice warble out from down below.

‘Y/n, these feelings I have for you are embedded in my - come on, are you five, that sounds so dirty. Even when a clown was trying to turn into a werewolf and eat my fear or whatever, or when we went into that crack house, I was never afraid, because you were with me. I’m scared, that if you go, I’ll vanish as well.’

You reach out towards your curtains and draw them aside softly. You have to blink away the sun for a moment as it comes in and bathes through the square of light in bright gold, warming the wood by your toes and bathing your face. You nearly choke with laughter at the sight of Richie Tozier pacing your garden, gesticulating wildly to himself as he swings about. He stops, nearly skidding as he throws his hands down in defeat.

‘We are two halves, but we make a whole- that’s so cheesy, you sound like Benny boy now.’

‘You’re my real family. You’re the only person who really actually gets me and I-I, shit man, you can’t do a Bill now. I love you. It’s just as simple as that. I love you, and I’m terrified. Damn, Trashmouth, that's not half bad.’

He nearly jumps out of his skin when you slide your window open and shout down at him.

‘Trashmouth, are you trying to wake the whole neighbourhood up?’

‘Why the hell are you up? I thought only creeps and nerds were up this early!’

‘Is that why you’re here?’

‘I thought I’d try out my new material on the best clown I know!’

A muscle twitches involuntarily at the corner of his right eye, his mouth forming a rigid grimace as he looks up at your raised eyebrows and slight smirk.

‘How much, exactly, did you hear of my musing?’

He folds his arms over his Freese’s shirt and flowing Hawaiian as he begins to hop from foot to foot again. Never one to keep still, he tries to keep his mind off your answer as you think above him. He tears his head away from your head, as it pops out the side of the window and dangles down at him like an angel floating in a halo of silver above his head, trying not to focus on the way your words would either see the dawn of his hope, or snap his dreams right in two. 

Instead he nudges his glasses a little higher on his nose, as if the thought the midnight rims should pay attention too - silently focusing together. 

‘If it makes you feel any better, I feel the same way too.’

‘W-what?’

‘Would you just get up here before my parents wake up?’

Richie doesn’t waste any time to grab a hold of the ivy climbing on the crumbling bricks, his feet slipping and sliding to try and keep up with his scrabbling as he tears up the side of your house. He’s so quick, you don’t know where he is until his nose bumps against yours, and he nearly collides straight against your mouth, the only thing barring the two of you being his glasses.

‘What did you just say?’

His expression is uncharacteristically serious, and yours is so bright in response. He wonders if you know how much that drives him crazy, how it makes him want to reach out and feel every curve of your skin, but instead he stays hovering a few inches away from your face, waiting for some miracle that his hearing quite hadn’t caught up with.

‘I said, I love you too, you idiot. What a time to tell me.’

‘Y-you love me?’

‘Would you hurry up and kiss me before you fall? Gosh knows you’ve waited about ten years too long.’

He rolls his eyes in that way he does when he's really happy but feeling too macho to show it, before he slightly wets his lips and lets himself fall forwards into your grasp. He melts into you, clumsily, and a little messily, but he manages to steady himself and reach up to cup your cheeks, lips desperate as they capture yours again and again, warm and tasting slightly like cherry, but so needy for you.

‘You’re right, I am an idiot.’ 

[worldwidemochiguy]

Hii! 💜😘 Can I please request another “Made for Each Other” part when Y/n & Tae are going to his work? I’m sure Y/n would be wide-eyed, clinging to him as they drive there & enter the huge, fancy building. Jimin & the rest of the boys would already know who Y/n is & how Tae got her in the first place, but wouldn’t mind b/c they’re Yanderes too (They just give knowing, proud smirks). Tae proposes to Y/n in the bedroom he has a work + kisses & hugs + Y/n is spoiled & happy + always a good girl

(these two requests were kinda similar so I decided to merge them, in response to the proposal bit of the first one I think I’m gonna make that a post in itself so its not included in this one lol sorry 💜, I know I have other inbox messages as well and I promise I will answer them it just takes me a while sorry! xx)

cherry kisses

Pairing: Yandere! Taehyung x reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 3K

Part 1, Part 2 (not necessary to understand this but like idk I just thought you might enjoy them as well)

Masterlist

The sound of an alarm blaring is never the most pleasant way to wake up, but if it is followed by the adorable grumbling and whining of the girl curled up on his chest, Taehyung would happily be woken up the same way for the rest of eternity. Your hand reaches out to smack the bedside table a few times, stubbornly whacking around until you finally knock the persistent clock onto the floor, allowing the room to relapse into contended silence. Taehyung can’t bring himself to care if you’ve broken the clock. You settle yourself back onto his chest with a little sigh, nuzzling into the crook of his jaw, where you’d left an adorable little love-bite the night before. 

Taehyung lazily runs his hands up and down your back, but you refuse to lift your head, still stubbornly pressed into him as if you could sink into his bones to avoid getting up. Taehyung understands how you feel all too well. He could stay with you like this forever, but he has a commitment to his workplace, and he couldn’t say he doesn’t feel a sense of smug excitement at the thought of parading you around so all the office could see how beautiful and perfect you are. And how you belong to him. He feels confident the necklace of mouth-shaped bruises he gave you last night would illustrate that quite clearly. 

“Baby,” Taehyung plants a kiss on your hairline. You shift your weight slightly, but stay quiet. “My love, we have to get up now.” At that, you let out a soft whine and Taehyung allows himself a smile that he’s sure could be described as smitten, if only because no one is there to see him. 

“Don’t want to,” you mumble, and he can sense your nervousness at contradicting him. 

“Are you… saying ‘no’ to me right now, baby?”

“N-no, no,” you stutter, sitting up now as you begin to panic, and Taehyung represses his satisfaction, “I’m not saying no, I just- I wish we could stay here… just the two of us, right? Don’t you want that?” Your insecure questions tug at his heart and he straightens up, causing you to slide downwards on his lap until your torso is resting against his. He gathers you into his arms, cradling your head in his hands as you begin to tear up — thoughts of Taehyung not wanting to stay with you and being displeased with you for your disobedience swirling around in your head, heightening your distress until-

“Y/n,” he says, and your mind goes blank, all your focus directed on him and only him, “You know how much I cherish our alone time together. If I could, I’d get rid of everyone else in the world so that it was just us, together, always.” You smile at the thought and he can’t resist kissing you before continuing, “But I have to go into work. But I’m not letting that keep us apart, remember? I’m taking you with me!” You exhale in relief, because of course, Taehyung had sorted it out and you had gotten worried again like the silly little girl that you are. 

You apologise for your stupidity and he accepts it graciously, asking only that you allow him as many kisses as his heart desires, whenever his heart desires. 

“You can have that anyway, Tae. I’m yours, I always will be.” Had been your response, and then the two of you hadn’t been able to leave the bed for a while, lost in your love for each other, until Taehyung had guides you towards the closet to put on the outfit he had set out for you. When you see the delicate bralette and panties he bought for you, your cheeks flush bright red. Taehyung coos at your adorable reaction and kisses your cheeks.

“You- you want me to wear this?” You stutter out and he chuckles,

“Why else would I have picked it out for you, baby?”

“But… why?”

“Well,” Taehyung steps behind you, looping his arms around your waist and drawing you backwards until your back is pressed against his chest, turning you slightly so you’re facing the mirror “When everyone else looks at you, they will see an innocent girl, dressed up in the clothes her daddy picked for her.” He starts to press kisses against the side of your neck and you feel your breathing stutter slightly, “But when I look at you…” You watch as his eyes darken, his hand running down the side of your body to your thigh where the hem of his shirt which you wore in bed rested, dragging his fingers up slightly.

“When I look at you, I’ll know what’s beneath.” He grips the hemline and tugs it upwards, revealing your naked body in the mirror. He pulls the shirt over your head in one fluid motion. Taehyung’s hands continue perusing your smooth skin, you are now fully resting against his chest, your head tilted backwards against his shoulder to avoid looking at your naked reflection, but he grips your chin and forces your gaze back down. You meet his eyes in the mirror, and he looks almost possessed by lust. You feel heat coiling in your stomach. 

The scent of your arousal — and you know he can smell it by the way his grip tightened after his nose flared — is creating a heady atmosphere in the walk-in closet, and you start to wonder whether you will make it to Taehyung’s office at all. 

As if he can hear your thoughts, Taehyung snaps out of his trance, stepping back slightly.

“Get yourself dressed, baby. I have something important to attend to.” As he finished his statement, both your gazes drift down to the tented material of his pants, and you shoot him an amused expression before he leaves. You hear the shower start up a few moments later, and you don’t have to guess what temperature it is. You are very tempted to join him and help with his problem, but you know you should obey his command for you to get dressed. 

Clad in the fluffiest sweater you have ever worn, as well as an adorable floaty skirt and cute pink pumps, you wander into the kitchen to find Taehyung in a suit, cooking eggs. His eyes scan over you appreciatively and you love the rush you get when you know he is pleased with you. It’s like your body is programmed to submit to him, and you couldn’t be happier. 

Over breakfast you talk about what he expects you to do at the office — not much, basically — and you wash up the dishes for him, relishing the satisfied smile you get as a reward for your actions. 

When he leads you to the door of the apartment, your hand in his, you tense and a whimper escapes your lips. Instantly, he crowds you against the wall, taking your face in his hands and looking deeply into your eyes which had started to swim with tears.

“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice, so soft and concerned for you, only makes you cry more.

“I’m s-scared.”

“Why are you scared? I’m right here, my love, I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you. I’d kill anyone that even laid a finger on you.” His protective words soothe you slightly, and your tears slow.

“I just- it’s been so long since I’ve been outside. What if someone tries to take me away from you? Or they try to touch me? Or-“ 

“Hush, baby.” Taehyung silences you and you drop your head to his shoulder submissively, “Anyone who touches you will lose their hand. I will not allow anyone to take you from me. That will never happen, I swear it.” You release another broken sob into his shoulder. “Do you trust me?” You don’t reply and he lifts your chin with a finger underneath it.

“You have to answer me, baby.” 

“I trust you. I trust you more than I trust myself.” A smile curls along Taehyung’s lips. 

“Good girl.” 

Outside is noisy and busy and distressing and you hold Taehyung’s hand as tight as you can while he leads you to the car. You curl up with him in the backseat while the driver takes you to the office, and you should have guessed the car would be nice since the penthouse was a clear sign Taehyung was rich but you really don’t care about anything other than being as close to Taehyung as possible right now. When the car stops in front of the tallest building you’ve ever seen, he helps you out onto the curb, smiling at the awestruck look on your face. 

Taehyung leads you through marble hallways, past decorative water features and underneath glass chandeliers, and onto a trip on the fanciest elevator you’ve ever rode on. Many workers, all of which are people who carry a dozen files and wear suits that are almost as nice as Taehyung’s, greet him as they pass. Some glance at you, surprised, but most learn not to do that after Taehyung sends them a death glare. One man even says “Good morning” to you, which causes you to whimper and burrow even deeper into Taehyung’s side. Taehyung fires the man on the spot, and calls for security to escort him off the premise which they do immediately. You are amazed at the amount of people under Taehyung’s thumb. You suppose you are one of them, now. 

Once you get to the top floor, there are a lot less people around, something which relaxes you greatly. Taehyung seems happier too, leaning down slightly to place a kiss on your forehead, which you turn into a real kiss by tilting your head up slightly. He hadn’t kissed you since you left home and it really is only his fault that you are so needy now. 

You can only see six other men on the entire floor, each with their own workspace and equally fancy suit. One of them glances up to see Taehyung, and gives him a respectful nod. Taehyung replies with a nod of his own — which surprises you, since he barely acknowledged anyone on the previous floors when they had given him a full bow — and then the man’s gaze slides onto you. He shoots Taehyung an amused smile and stands up, heading towards you both. You tense, expected Taehyung to punch the living daylights out of the man, but a quick glance at his face shows he is feeling nothing other than smug satisfaction. His hand curls around your waist possessively and you sigh into it. 

“This must be the famous Miss y/n. Or, should I say Mrs?” You turn to Taehyung, confused, but his gaze is fixed on the man and he looks almost annoyed at him. 

“Very funny, Jimin.” The stranger, Jimin, snorts and then redirects his gaze at you.

“H-how did you know my name?” You stutter timidly, and Jimin laughs again.

“Oh, Taehyung has told us all about you.” 

“Damn right he has!” You hear another voice holler, and turn to see a man making his way to meet the small but growing group.

“We thought he’d take years to bring you around though. We had a betting pool.” You wait for Taehyung’s growl, but nothing comes.

“Who won?” He asks instead.

“I did.” A low voice echoes through the floor and you don’t bother to try and find the source, knowing that they will be coming over to meet you whether you want to meet them or not. 

“Yoongi always wins. We should know better than to bet against him by now.” The new man, who had teeth which reminded you of a bunny, informed them almost remorsefully. 

“Yoongi” appears in your line of sight and you are slightly surprised. He is shorter than you would’ve expected based on his low voice, but still taller and broader than you. You are starting to feel intimidated by all the men gathering around you, as there are three already, and you can see three more closing in, and you burrow further into Tae’s side. 

“Aw, she’s so cute.” Says yet another man who’s name you don’t know, and Taehyung’s possessive side finally comes out to play in a growl, the vibrations rumbling against your side. You feel almost comforted by the appearance of something you know so well.

“Careful, Hoseok.” Remarks the tall man, the tallest among the group, who exudes an aura of calmness and cultivated intelligence. “Y/n belongs to Taehyung, you should be more considerate.”

“Tae,” you whisper, and he leans down to listen to you as if the entire circle of men won’t be able to hear you. “Who are these people? How do they know me?” Your confusion triggers chuckling to echo through the circle and your cheeks heat up.

“These are my subordinates, baby.” You nod in understanding as the rest of the men make noises of indignation.

“That’s Namjoon,” Taehyung points at the tall man, “that annoying prick is Hoseok” he gestures towards the man who called you cute, who flips him off in reply, “then we have Yoongi, Seokjin and Jeongguk.” The short one, the broad-shouldered one and the bunny-teeth one, you translate in your head, trying to get the names to stick. “And you already know Jimin.”

“Only for like a second longer than the rest of us!” Bunny-teeth — Jeongguk — objects,

“It still counts. I’m obviously her favourite.” Jimin shoots back smugly. Taehyung shoots him a warning glare and Jimin hurries to rectify, “Besides you, of course, Taehyung.”

“And, to answer your other question,” Seokjin butts in, “We know you because Taehyung doesn’t know when to shut up about you, Y/n. Or, should I say, Mrs Y/n.” 

“I already made that joke.” Jimin dismisses Seokjin, who then starts scolding him about something to do with ‘joke-stealing’ and ‘breaking the bro-code’ but you don’t really listen because you’re already wrapped up in Taehyung.

“Why do they keep saying tha-“

“Don’t worry, baby, it’s just a silly joke. They’re idiots.” Taehyung explains as he leads you to what is presumably his section of the floor, the largest part, and you allow yourself to forget it. 

As soon as you’re in the office and sealed away from the rest of Taehyung’s friends, he peppers you with kisses. 

“You did so well, baby,” he praises against the hollow of your throat, “I’m so proud of you. You are such a good girl.” You whimper and go lax in his arms, allowing him to take whatever he wants. “You’ll always be my good little girl. Mine.”

“Always,” you agree, but he doesn’t need you to, you’ll always be his no matter what and the thought makes you feel light and happy, carefree because you know your choices don’t matter, so why make any? Everything will always lead you back to right here, right now, with Taehyung pulling you into his lap, sitting in his office chair and grinding you against him. You moan, absently wondering if the office is soundproof. The thought that it probably isn’t, meaning that all those men can hear Taehyung owning you, unravelling you, makes you moan even loader and roll your hips. 

Taehyung pushes up your sweater to reveal the pretty cherry bralette underneath and he mouths at the fabric, right over your nipple, and the sensation shoots through you like a firework. Taehyung exploits your sensitivity as much as he could, switching to the other nipple while his hand finds its way under your skirt, pushing your panties aside. The thought that he chose this outfit with convenience of access in mind turns you on even more than you thought was possible, and you start begging him to stop teasing you and just fuck you right here. 

“Alright, baby, you think you can take it?” Taehyung pants and you whine, nodding frantically since you’re pretty sure you can’t speak at the moment. He leans in close, until his mouth is pressed against the shell of your ear, making you shiver, and whispers, “Bend over my desk.”

——————————————

You can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed over how loud you were, even once the haze of lust lifts after Taehyung expertly takes you to the brink and then shoves you off several times. The lazy, smug, possessive smirk that greets you every time you look up from the novel you’re reading on the couch to glance at Taehyung makes you feel so deeply happy, you have barely made a start on your book since you keep getting up to kiss Taehyung. He accepts it happily each time, even though he has work of his own to be doing on his state-of-the-art computer. 

The day passes like that, both of you in your own little bubble, frequently bursting it when one of you wants affection and love, which is roughly every 20 minutes. Taehyung knows his productivity must have gone way down, but he doesn’t care at all. He doesn’t care about anything but you, happy in his arms, and what he can do to keep you that way. When they leave the office, Taehyung receives his six friends’ whistling and cat-calling with a prideful smirk, while you bury your flaming cheeks in his shoulder. 

Once you return home, Taehyung orders pizza for the both of you, and you talk about his work and your book over delicious, greasy take-out. After dinner, Taehyung leads you into the bathroom and the two of you have a long, relaxing bath and a few bouts of sex, because a wet, naked Taehyung is impossible to resist, and he wraps you in a warm towel and helps to dry you off. The last thought that flickers through your head after you’re both in bed, Taehyung holding your waist from behind, legs intwined, is how you hope every day is as perfect as this one. You never want Taehyung to let you go. 

[ageofevermore]

1-96

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

it’s a dual sliding door, so usually one sides open. but preferably, both doors are closed. 

(2) Do You Have Freckles?

sometimes in the summer, not often though. 

(3) Can You Whistle?

yes! 

(4) Last Song You Listened To.

well for some reason there’s a guy on my TV singing God Bless The USA

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?

purple

(6) Relationship Status.

single because my favorite omegle guy won’t answer me 

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?

48F / 9C

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?

i woke up wishing i was still asleep

(9) How Many Followers?

835

(10) Zodiac Sign.

Sun: Capricorn, Rising: Aries, Moon: Aquarius 

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour?

brown / hazel 

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?

no

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower?

obviously, i’m not completely insane

(14) What Books Are You Reading?

whatever fucking book my english class assigned...

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

i literally only have a text book by me and opening it is triggering

(16) Favourite Anime?

i don’t watch anime

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of?

my mom...about greys anatomy...but still my mom about christmas and my birthday. i cry alot, but i like REALLY cried about those two topics

(18) Do You Collect Anything?

chapstick, trauma, candles 

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch?

it’s only 10am and i haven’t even thought about breakfast 

(20) Do You Dance In The Car?

yes, and then my mom yells at me because i do nothing “subtly” and the entire car shakes

(21) Favourite Animal?

white siberian tigers, snow leopards, dolphins, and now elephants

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics?

unfortunately. i love gymnastics, but like, i’m not trying to watch men in toboggans and swim caps 

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?

anywhere between 12pm and 3am

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?

no, i never wear makeup because it makes me look more ugly

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

ocean

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?

besides my friends i don’t really have a favorite blog, i stick to my circle and don’t venture very far 

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?

bottled. 

(28) What Makes You Happy?

i couldn’t tell you...

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?

without, but i always start with it on. it never lasts more then two songs.

(31) Dogs Or Cats?

dogs

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be?

a shade of purple from the crayola 200 pack

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.

wii

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?

ocean

(35) Do You Believe In Magic?

hell mothering fucking year i do baby, lets take that train to hogwarts 

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?

its a friends pj crop, so black and white stripped with the central perks logo

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue?

yup

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It?

save money 

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?

my cup 

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?

stranger things ig

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?

no, those assholes scare me, but i’ve grown + released them 

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?

um chile, i would follow my best friend off a cliff with no hesitation

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams?

all the fucking time 

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes?

ITS MY FAVORITE FORM OF TRAVEL 

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry.

the hannah montana movie

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?

peanuts 

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?

one direction 

(48) Are You A Picky Eater?

yes 

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper?

yes, but it takes me forever to fall asleep 

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning?

yea, depends on the day and the level of scardy bitch i feel like being 

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write?

i love both 

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud?

hell yeah, let me feel the beat in my kidneys 

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?

carve pumpkins 

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?

no tears left to cry by ag

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)

fall

(56) What Are You Craving Right Now?

a churro + peppermint mocha frap

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.

(58) What Is Your Gender?

female (she/her)

(59) Coffee Or Tea?

iced coffee / sweet tea

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?

yeah, i have environmental homework and US I homework and Algebra II homework

(61) What Is Your Sexuality?

bruh, idk 

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?

no, that shit’s never made 

(63) Favourite Pokemon?

jigglypuff 

(64) Favourite Social Media?

pintrest 

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?

they’re okay

(66) Do You Get Homesick?

no. i don’t miss thins very easily, i’m away from home for a week and i have no doubt that i could spend the rest of my life without going back. 

(67) Are You A Virgin?

yes sir

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?

idk, some really thick and heavy in hydration set 

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?

sleep in my car, though both options scare me 

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?

i have a strained relationship with my bio dad, but unfortunately i still have to associate myself with him a few times a year 

(71)  Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?

black widow or spiderman 3, but i’m willing to see anything just take me back! 

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?

i’ve never had an ex, but i do wish krystian would stop ignoring me. stupid scotland boys 

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now?

“friends dont lie”

(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest?

green / brown 

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

i loved swinging, but a few years ago it started making me dizzy so i don’t swing very often anymore. but tire swings especially are my shit 

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate?

chicken flavored ramen 

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?

yes 

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?

yeah...because they’re dying and if i have the skills to save them...why wouldn’t i?

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?

honey, i do full virtual high school. we stan a pandemic (we don’t)

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network?

social media stalker is my middle name. not anymore though, i haven’t been asked to find a boy in a while 

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People?

no. i hate it. anxiety city man. 

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.

i don’t wear rings, but i really want to.

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?

closed

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today?

woke up, watched stranger things, made ramen 

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed?

whatever i fall asleep in. 

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.

are beauty and skincare the same? because i don’t own much makeup. 

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person?

i used to be a night person. but this pandemic has hit hard with depression and i’ve become a stay in bed all day person

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.

2048 balls, among us, ball sort puzzle, bubble shooter, bubble sort, color roll 3D, drag n merge, fit and squeeze, hole.io, mario kart, match 3D, nonogram.com, paint the cube, roof rails, solitare, spit, stacky dash, stair run, timber run...

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.

After my moms fiance died, I had a dream that he was able to come see my fifth grade play (he died just before it happened) and when we were walking out he got into the white car from fast and furious (we watched the movies together) and said he would see me again soon, then he drove off...like talk about weird 

(90) Favourite Soda Drink?

rootbeer 

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite?

i like a good clicking sound 

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?

sweats everyday all day 

(93) How Do You Look Right Now?

like a fucking wreck 

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You.

netflix 

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want?

i want a bunch of little symbols, and i think it would be cute if i got a T for my mom, but i can’t tell her that because she might think i’m going soft and exploit my show of affection (jfc why am i like this lmao)

(96) Favourite YouTuber?

colleen ballinger 

[hwanggeum-ashi]

Love At First Peek

➝Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

➝Genre: tooth rotting fluff (don’t blame me for diabetes lmao)

➝Wordcount: 2209

➝Summary: you stalked the nerd so that you can get a free ice cream

You are sitting on the library floor

One book propped open on your lap and rest lying scattered on the ground

You're studying for your upcoming exams.Hence all the books

But they would help only if you were paying attention to them

Coz your whole attention was focused on the boy sitting right across from you

Well not right across coz there's a huge ass bookshelf in between you both

But what is classic book-space-peeping-hole made for right?

You're admiring, no full on staring at him

His soft brown hair which falls over his eyes when he bends his head down

His semi plump lips which he is chewing right now

His long fingers softly holding the pages, just like how you like and not like those animal who just tear the pages off. His fingers glides across the lines he's reading

He's sitting cross legged. His trousers creasing at the folds

But the most cutest thing is how his specs keep sliding down and you can't help but laugh when he sighs for nth time and pushes it back

That's when his eyes meet you

You quickly avert your eyes, flailing your book pages

He's clearly caught you staring

You keep your head down, to scared to lift it up and see what you'll find

After five mins of paranoia, you finally manage to lift your head up only to find him missing from his spot

Your mouth quickly turns into a frown and you decided to gather your books and leave, since you already wasted too much time

Huffing you get up and walk away only to bump into something hard

"Oof!"

"Careful”

You snap your head up immediately regretting coz now you prolly got a nerve pull or something

But it's all worth it

"sorry I wasn't looking"

"here." he hands you the book that had fallen from your hand "it's alright, I should've said something"

Suddenly the proximity of you both dawns upon you and you jump back "I guess, I should go. Thanks"

He smiles at you and steps aside "my pleasure"

You race to your dorm with beating heart and fall face first as soon as you see your bed

You squeal in the pillow, not being able to contain the excitement

But then you sit straight "breath in, breathe out." But then again your face morphs into a stupid smile

Next day you arrive early to the class so there's only a few students there

You scan the classroom coz you know he has this class

How did you know? Duh stalking!

Did you purposely select this class? Ofc not, you're not dumb

Today was the first day of the merger class coz your eco teacher called in sick for a week

So you had to merge with his class

Were you dying? Yes definitely

You see the same brown hair peeking out from the door and you quickly immerse yourself into the  book, pretending to study

With sneaky eyes, you look up to find that he's talking to some guy with all black attire, even his shoes are black. Hot.

But your eyes travel to his lips

How they move when he talks

How soft they look

How kissable they look

You snap out of it when you feel them coming closer

And as per your amazing luck, he spots you "oh!

You're stuck between saying hi, waving or smiling

So you just dumbly mix everything together

To your relief before he could react, the all black boy pulls him to the seat adjacent to yours

Your heart =boom boom

Your brain = malfunctioning

Your brain cell= ded

Your soul= yeeted

You dip your deep enough so that your hair would cover the side of your face

So far so good

Halfway through the class, a pencil rolls down to your side

And as a mother teresa you are, you bend to pick up the pencil

Your hands bumps against a rather beautiful once, Tae's.

But this time you don't pull back coz he doesn't either

You both look up and he gives you smile, you return the gesture

After class you turn into flash and you're outta the class in a second

You Hear voices behind you

A familiar husky, deep voice perks your ears up

"hey man, I'll catch you guys later. Got some work to do" "yeah just be there at . See ya hyung!"

Your heartbeat quickens again

please come talk to me! please come talk to me!

And just by the Lord, there's a tap on your shoulder

Now you know better than to jump him, so you try to turn as graciously as you could

"yes?" yes?! YES?! for real get a grip!

"hi! We uh.. We met at the library? Remember?"

 of fucking course I remember you dumb fool! "oh yeah! Yeah I remember."

"I'm taehyung" he extends his hand and you shake it, giving your name with it.

"so is it fine if I talk to you for a minute?"

 fuck yes!

"yeah, absolutely

"well.." he scratches his hair which messed his specs and you suppress the urge to push them back

"I was wondering if you wanna be uh, you known, my partner for the uh project?"

You stiffen and you swear you can hear the wedding bells going off

"yeah! That will be great!"

He beams at you and you again suppress the urge to kiss him mercilessly

"so... shall we..?"

"don't you need to be going? It's almost five"

The words leave your mouth before you could register what you said

fuck my fucking dumb mouth! He knows! He fucking knows!

He quirked an eyebrow at you but gives you a radiant smile

yep I'm dead

"yeah I gotta be somewhere rn. But we can reschedule?"

You both exchange numbers and go your own ways

You silently thank the universe for not exploding on you

"he knows right? He definitely knows right?" You stuff your mouth with chips as you tell the whole incident to your best friend, who rn is doubling over in laughter

"ofc he knows! Boys always know! Goddamn I'm dying!"

You throw a pillow at her and huff

Next day you're waiting patiently excruciatingly painful for him at the cafe near the campus

You're prolly on your third cup of coffee coz your nerves just won't calm down

he stood me up. He absolutely did!

You hold your head in your hands he knew I was lusting over him!

You were ready to bail, leaving him message saying sorry something came up

But the jingle of the bell marks his arrival

And if you thought you were nervous before? Rn you were definitely bordering into a panic attack

And the damn wedding bells ugh!

 Why won't they stop...idk belling??

He sees you and struts his handsome walk towards you and sits as gracefully like a prince. You felt like a peasant who owns five pigs and a cow

"sorry to keep you waiting! Practice ran late"

Only then you notice that he's a little out of breath he came running!

"that's okay. I only just got here"

"well then you're either super fast or I'm just imagining things coz i see three cups of coffee"

You turn the reddest red of the red unable to say anything

"so.. About the project, Where do we start?"

He takes out his notes and a well maintained diary which had everything written in an organised manner oh my god marry me!

He points out the things to do and you both assign each other duties. After an hour of discussing, your conversation comes to a stop

Turns out you both sucked at holding conversation

he's not interested you shut the voice inside your head

"so.." "so.."

You both say at the same time and burst into giggles

He's just smiling

"you first"  you say coz definitely didn't have anything to say

"I was thinking if.. If you wanted to go somewhere?"

he's asking me on a date?!

He must've read your thoughts but the poor boy looked at your startled expression and got flustered

"uh I mean do you want to go somewhere rn? Since we're done? I mean it's fine if you don't want to-" "yes! I'll go!"

 fuck that came out too strong

"I mean, yeah sounds good"

You both split the bill and head out

You both stroll down the streets and since it's almost Christmas, shops are decorated with lights and candy canes

You talk about random stuff, asking what he wants to do in life and you're quite surprised to hear that he wants to be a singer

Given his choice of subjects you definitely took him for a non med student

"I'm so asking do you to sing" you tease and groans

"I'm not so good yet.." "oh shut up! You're perfect"

You freeze mid walk fuck my fucking mouth!

"uh I mean uh that you'll be perfect! Hey! Is that an  ice cream shop?!"

You point and almost run towards the shop

Tae just smiles behind you and catches up to you

"what flavour do you want?" you ask turning only to see him an inch away from you

You quickly turn back but he doesn't move from his spot

"chocolate" his breath hits the back of your neck and you shiver

"are you cold?" fuck he noticed!

"n-no.. I'm taking brownie fudge"

You both wait for your orders to come up and tae still hasn't moved from his spot.

His breath still fans your neck and there are now horrifyingly visible goosebumps at your arms. Thank god you're wearing a full sleeved shirt. Thank god for winter

Suddenly a bunch of school kids rush in pushing everyone

One of the kid bumps into tae who consequently bumps into you.

He mumbles an apology but it dies down when more kids start entering and causing ruckus

This makes the people standing adjacent to you lose their balance and the bump into you

You shut your eyes but don't feel the body weight

Slowly opening your eyes, you see Tae's arms at both sides of you. His chest pressing against your back.

You're too nervous to move

The shopkeeper rushes the kids out of the shop and everything quiets down

You're again suddenly hyper aware of tae behind you

His body heat radiates off of to you and you suck in a breath when you feel his heart  

thumping

"t-thank you.."

He clears his throat and steps back

You both take your orders and head out suddenly feeling too suffocated in there

"thanks for saving me in there.." You say softly

"it's nothing"

There's a awkward silence and you are racking your brain to make in un-awkward

But tae beats you to it

"it's getting dark.. We should head back to the campus" you say yeah looking up at the sky

The walk back home is pleasant. You both quickly fall back into a nice conversation.

Taehyung laughs his ass off when you accidentally reveal that your best friend had a crush on jungkook and you start panicking

You both reach at the the co-ed hostel

Sign your names and get inside

The boys' floor is on the second and the girls' floor on the first

And there's a door on the stairways to prevent certain activities form happening

You both say your goodbyes at the one last shared staircase

But neither of you moves

Tae breaks the ice first

"it was fun today. I had fun with you"

"me too"

Cue in awkward silence

You're about to turn when he calls "hey! We never made plans for our next meet!"

"oh yeah!" you almost rush towards him but catch yourself the last moment

"the usual?" you ask

"I was thinking a library? I know this big town downtown if you wanna go?"

"yes I would love that"

You both stare at each other for longer than you should

But then he announces that he has to leave and you could swear that you heard dejection in his voice

Tho he says, he has to go, you leave first

You're in your third step when he calls out your name

Again

You turn around and before you could register anything, his lips are on you

You're standing on the last step so you're almost his height

Slowly you take in what's happening

And without you knowing your fingers entangle in his hair

His soft fucking hair

His hands fly up to hold your waist tightly, pulling your against him

He slips in his tongue and you almost moan coz of the feeling

At last sadly he pulls back and you both catch your breaths

A smile tugging at both your lips

"sorry for that. Had to check something"

He says with the same breathlessness as he did at the cafe

"check what?" your voice is croaky

"whether am I in love with you or not"

Your foreheads are touching

Breathes mingling

"did you find your answer?"

"yes"

"and it is?"

"I'm in love with you"

"I'm in love with you too"

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Dead to me

In which Harry does the unthinkable

Warning: Angst

AN: Idk about you but I like the pain

These past three years have been an absolute rollercoaster. It had it's ups, it's loops, and right now it's downs.

It had been building up over a couple months. Harry could be the sweetest enchanting soul and he could be the coldest. Giving even the devil a run for his money. It was what you like to call 'On season'. The season where he was in the studio everyday, and when he wasn't in the studio he was out with mates 'finding inspiration' until the sun came up. The one where only some nights he'd have the gall to send you a 'Don't wait up!' text, instead of just leaving you to stay up and worry until he walked through the front door again. But during 'On season' even when he was home it wasn't much better. He'd either sleep the day away to recover from the nights he went out, or he'd spend them locked in his study going over the soon to be promo schedule bound to drag him away from you as well. Those days he hardly spoke a word to you.

Like everything else in this relationship, part of the blame fell on yourself. It's not like you didn't know what you signed up for. You knew how massive his role was in this world, how important and how hard he had to work to keep his career thriving. How much he meant to people around the world and what they meant to him. It's why during 'On season' you bit your tongue until it sometimes bled to dejectedly leave him be instead of starting a potential argument by asking him to spend some time with you. And perhaps that's where you went wrong because you let it build until it reached your limit.

Tonight started like the many. Harry starting his day in the studio and ending it in a club somewhat drunk. Unsuccessfully sneaking inside at four in the morning to lay down on the sofa to sleep it off, but you were there already up waiting on him. Not that he was even slightly surprised to see you there.

He merely sighed raking his fingers through his short disheveled hair before dropping his keys off and shrugging off his coat. Slurring, "Shit, could've sworn I text you,"

The lack of a genuine apology in his carefree reply had overstimulated the animosity building up inside you and spilling out of your mouth without a second thought. Scoffing, "That would require you to think of someone other than yourself for once. Obviously something you're not capable of,"

You didn't mean that, you swear you didn't but once you started it was impossible to stop. At the sound of your tone he momentarily paused before visibly wilting. With a new type of lag in his step as he approached. The closer he got the better you could see the cold bleary green of his heavily lidded eyes, and the dark circles under them to match.

"Please, please don' fuckin start. I'm tired, you're tired let's just go t' bed and start over tomorrow when-"

"No! Fuck that! All I've been doing is waiting! Waiting for you to take a break, waiting for you to come home, waiting for you to fucking acknowledge that I even exist!" You shout absolutely fed up.

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and it immediately reminds you of the first time you had this argument. Back then the gesture used to calm him down. He looked up afterwards with remorse in his eyes, hurt that he hurt you and it ended in a sincere apology and the most intense love making you've ever had. But now when his hand dropped he looked nothing short of furious. Nostrils flared, lips pressed tight, jaw clenched, and brows pulled tight enough to create the famous crease his fan girls loved so much.

"Alright then, c'mon! Lay your shit on top of the even bigger pile I have on my plate! Hurry up and blame me for everything so I can get to fucking bed already," he seethes through bared teeth.

"Oh come off it, you're not the damn victim here, Harry. If you're really so got damned tired then maybe you should try sleeping at night instead of partying all the damn time!"

Harry flinches at first, that taken aback. He thought you understood more than anyone just what he'd been working so hard toward. So just as quick he becomes really angry, chest heaving and unable to refrain from storming toward you and shouting back, "I've been fucking working! You know good and well networking and being seen is apart of my job. I can't afford to be a damn hermit!"

"Every single night? Really?"

"You don't seem to have a problem with that when the bills come in. Not that you've ever seen one," He glares maliciously.

Now that actually hurt, like taking a punt in the gut hurt. You were left breathless all the same. Gasping, "Harry,"

And yet he still wasn't done. "No if you're gonna attack me for being 'selfish' then I get to defend myself when you're being ungrateful!"

"Ungrateful, are you kidding me? I've made sacrifices just to be here with you Harry! I'm the one that comes running to your every beck and fucking call. Whenever and wherever you're lonely, tour included! When your so called friends bail I'm the only one left to take care of you!" Adrenaline courses through you so intense your hands won't stop trembling.

"Wow, I didn't realize flying out for a fuck was such a big deal. You made those choices to come, I didn't force you! And s' not like you didn't get something in return for it anyway,"

Your heart nearly shattered at how vile he painted that experience. The lowest blow he could ever make. Those memories truly meant the most to you. "And it's not like I asked you buy me shit!" You fumed.

"So you're just gonna ignore this fancy fucking house we live in? As if it wasn't your idea, hmm? The nice cars you drive, the endless flights back and forth for your family because you can't be alone for one damn day, the five star hotels, the fucking trips that I take you on-"

"That's not the point, Harry!" You damn near shriek overwhelmed, tears pouring freely down your cheeks, "I don't care about any of that!"

"You don't care? You don't care and I've been working my ass off for it. Really?" In that moment something snapped inside of Harry, like a switch. His stress and rage merging into one and swelling like a balloon, desperately needing some kind of release.

"Harry you know I—"

"No, I know exactly what you meant! Fuck all this shit right? You don't care?" Harry suddenly goes on a rampage. Starting with the first shelf that you built together when you first moved in, lined with pictures of both of you from milestones over the years. With rabid force you've never seen him use he tosses it over face first. Shattering most if not all the frames on the tiled floor. The shelf itself splitting in half.

Leaving you screaming, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"You're what's wrong with me!" He shouts and then went another shelf. One that contained both of your favorite childhood photos.

"Harry stop!" You plead shielding your eyes as shards of debris fly all over the place.

"I've been working myself so hard! Practically to an early grave for this— for you?!" He began stalking towards the fireplace and your heart stopped. He wouldn't, would he?

As he shows no signs of letting up you panic and desperately beg, "Harry stop! Please don't —" but he doesn't care and you are too late to physically stop him.

The sounds of glass breaking as he swept his hands over the mantle was enough to startle you but there was a crash of one particular item that sent your heart shattering with it.

A container that hadn't even been a year old yet. Your feet carried you over to the mess without your brains comprehension or a single care that Harry's tirade moved on to a different shelf. Nor about the shards of glass that stung both your knees as they tore your skin open or Harry eventually demanding what the hell you were doing. All you registered was the slight cloud of dust resonating in the air and the actual pool of ashes spread about all over the floor.

Ashes that belonged to your father. Just everywhere.

Harry had heard you cry before plenty of times, not that he was proud of it. But there was something eerily disturbing and heart wrenching about the way you were trembling and sobbing uncontrollably now. As upset as he was it made him stop dead in his tracks. He instinctively assumed that you had been hurt given your collapsed positon. Immediately he felt guilty but that multiplied by ten fold once he rushed closer to your side to help.

At first he didn't understand how you could be covered in dirt so suddenly and then the realization set in that it wasn't dirt at all. He fucked up and he fucked up irrevocably.

Hardly even a year ago your father passed from cancer and you had been waiting to scatter his ashes on his birthday. Harry knew that. He just didn't know that you moved him there on the mantle he all too recently destroyed.

Pretty soon he found himself on his knees cursing and pleading. His hands shaking too now grabbing at broken shards of glass, "Shit! Shit baby, I didn't mean tha'! I didn't know he was there I swear it! Shit. M' so sorry. I'll fix it, I'll get you a new one I promise,"

Your father's death took the hardest toll on you that he's ever seen, and once again it was resurfacing. He broke you.

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Part 2

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Hi 😊 for the system asks how about 🤫: Any Funny System Stories? 🥰: Any Wholesome System Stories? 🎨: Any Hobbies That Everyone In The System Enjoys? - c (The Union)

(Some of this is text convos i’ve had with ex-best mates and some is nsfw cuz funny stories for us generally are rude in nature lol nothing too explicit just weird flirting really) 

we used to make lissie and max dance together and lissie is like "hes an arse but i like to dance so okay" and max is like "fuck off" he dances with her anyway. so like yeah. then we are listening to music and we're like "Dance with lissie" and hes like "no" and so lissie is like "just go back to your lonely tower then, you downer" and hes like "Fine, i will. I will go.. all alone... to my bedroom" like thats hmmm. so once hes gone, lilly is like "Thats an open invitation to you to come to his room to bone" and lissie is like "lol no... wait... is it??" and doll face is like "oh definitely  " and so we send lissie off to find out whether it was in invitation to bone or not. and in our front room we have screens. a main one for the outerworld and some other ones for different rooms in the inner world castle. and so i tap the screen cuz its a little sketchy to use. but anyway, lissie had been upstairs for a while so were worried he killed her  but we see what went on. Lissie went to his room and knocked on the door and he answers. and hes like "I thought you told me to go away." and shes like "Yeah but i didnt think you would and then lilly said you gave me an invitation to join you and bone so.. i just..." and hes like "You came to take me up on my offer to bone?" smirk and shes like "Ugh no. you're an arse and youre rude and obnoxious" and hes like "Oh please go on, im very flattered rn" and shes like "it wasnt a compliment. ugh i hate you." and he like " actually you dont. you like me " and shes like "what no ew" and hes like "You do. i can see it and i understand why. They are all the same downstairs and im not like them" and shes like "Woah, dont you dare say they. they are all individuals" and hes like "Yes. but theyve all got strong morals and good hearts. and youre bored. so you like me" and shes like "ill kick your ass okay. those things are good things to have. youre a jerk" and by now shes like gradually moved closer to be 'intimidating'? and hes like "oh really?" smirkyness and shes like "Yea. youre just so mean and arrogant and you are such a bad person, you need to be--" and hes like "Say it, baby. i dare you." and shes like "..Punished.." and then bam hes practically throwing her on the bed and like ......... so thats when i turned that screen off. so like hilarious in hindsight but at the time. shooketh.

Doll face and lilly integrated (merged into 1 chick) which makes sense because doll face is too emotionally stable but impulsive and lilly is too emotionally unstable but logical. they didnt choose it and it is fairly easy now. or easier. doll face (loved them so much but ) was wayyy too impulsive. always making decisions for the worse but were fun which would have been fine if they actually cared but they didnt. thats okay. they were young. and lilly was lonely and needed to care a little less about her past. and idk. but its deffo for the better. yeah they were family basically anyway so i think shes really happy about it tho sometimes they do look in a mirror like "Wow. now ive got no dick and some small tits". i mean lmao. she really does focus on the small boobs thing. and we're like "they are average 🙂 " and shes like "No. easy for u to say tit-anosaurus rex"

Also, Nate almost called one of our ex-best mates mum’s a milf. 

(ugh going through old messages to mates to see if i can find more funny stories ad accidentally came across trauma ewwww miss me with that shit)

Wholesome... hmmm. we have plenty of sorta funny, interesting stories. Oh actually yes. I know. Okay, so i sorta just am always stalking around the inner world so i see almost everything. But this starts in our front room (like our fronting room but our living room, its genius ik)  we were listening to music (or Nate was) and Fox decided to come dance in the fronting room to the bops and me and Lilly saw them dancing very saucily together 😏 ya know. So we laughed and left. So we're listening to music on the way home and Lilly, Fox and Nate are in the room. And its all chill and then Nate starts flirting with Fox and Fox is all blushing and looking down like "Idk what to do rn" and Lilly and I are laughing and then Fox slightly reciprocated (as a joke probably...) And now Nate jas him basically pinned against a wall. Not physically just like with his intense eye contact. 😂 its hilarious. Lilly is threatening to go get Lissie because she was like "You two dicks aren't going near each other." And Nates like "What gives you the right to declare where my cock goes?" 😂 like wow. And Lilly was like "Oh I'm just going to go get Lissie then" and Nate was like "No no. Don't do that." Cuz Lissie really has the right 😂😂. Nate asked Fox to kiss him and Fox said "No..." 😂 savage but then you make my balls so blue from heathers came on and I'm dead. Fox: Sorry. Its not you. I just can't.. Nate: Okay. You don't have to. Lilly and me: *Sad eye contact cuz we know why Fox doesn't want to kiss anyone* Fox: *Kisses Nate on the cheek* Nate: *Blushes adorably- breaking his bad ass persona* Nate: you know not all sexual stuff involves kissing. Uh. If you don't want it to. Fox: *giggles quietly like a lil twink* I don't want any sex though. As pretty as you are, I just don't want that. Nate: *is absolutely crushed* Yeah. Okay. But I need some cock so imma head out and try to gain some pride. Lilly: I've not built the village in this innerworld yet so.. Idk where you're heading out to. Nate: *sighs so deeply* I'll be in my room then. Stay out. Fox: Sorry. I didn't mean to egg him on at first only to deny him. I just thought it would be fun and then I thought even if it did lead to sex then it wouldn't matter because I don't mind and then I remembered that I did mind and I don't want that. Lilly: *hugs Fox* that's alright. He'll get over it. He's tried it on with all of us atleast once and we're all women. I would've saved Fox from Nate only He didn't look like he wanted to be saved. at this point in time, our innerworld was still being built by lilly so we all were sleeping in one room, with the littles. and i witnessed the sweetest thing. So I was doing the final checks to make sure everyone was in bed and since Nate doesn't want to sleep with the Littles anymore (they can be slightly irritating) I had to go find his room. He's in a tower room. Its not got a bed and it's freezing but hey no loud children. And as I'm about to turn the corner I see Fox knocking on his door after clearly being there for a while debating whether or not to because Nate told us to stay out. Quickly Nate opens the door and immediately as he sees fox, puts his hand on Fox's arm gently (how sweet. Hes not usually gentle) and Fox is all: I'm sorry. I just couldn't kiss you. Just recently with the bad things and the kissing involved in the bad thing. And Nates all: its okay. I shouldn't have put pressure on you like that. I'm so sorry. I understand. And he's hugging him. Like and kissing his head and hes like "Is that alright?" And fox is like "Yeah. Its nice." And squeezes the hug tighter. So sweet honestly. And then Nates like "I know I'm really sexual and that makes you uncomfortable a lot but you know I would never want you to do anything you didn't want to." And fox is all like "I'm just so scared that I'm never going to be able to kiss anyone ever again because I can't get over that time and I really want to forget it." And Nates hugging him really tight and cuz he's taller, he can rest his chin on Fox's head. And im still watching cuz I'm weird and entranced by these confessions. And then Nates like "Do you want to come in?" And Fox is like "No Littles tonight?" And Nates smiling nicely and is like "No I get nightmares and I don't wanna wake them up. And theyre annoying as heck." And fox is like "I know what you mean. Yeah I'll come in." And Nate leads Fox in by his hips gently. *fox and lissie talking bout feelings* Lissie: what's wrong, my sweet? Who hurt you? Fox: *Wiping tears away* no one really. I'm fine. I don't even know why I'm crying. Lissie: Its okay to be sad sometimes. Fox: I'm not sad. I'm nothing. Just numbness. Lissie: that's worse than being sad. Tell me, sweetie. What happened. Fox: I asked Nate to be my boyfriend. I mean, I was kissing him and I didn't get any flashbacks even when I was overthinking and remembering. Nothing and it was so relieving. And I asked him. And he said he had to go for a walk. Lissie: Oh darling. It'll be okay. He loves you. Fox: Does he now? sigh I just love him so much. I love him more than you approve of. I love him so much I don't know what to do. But in not what he needs. He wants physical love and even so, he cant handle commitment. And I know that you don't want us together so you'll get your wish but I need him. Ive never been so relaxed and happy. Lissie: That's true. I've never seen you so happy as recently. I'm glad Nate could bring that to you but I don't approve, no. But if you're going to be together, I will support it. I will encourage happiness, that's a promise I can keep. I'm not disapproving to make it impossible for you to be together, in only disapproving so you have to prove to me that you two can make it. If you two make each other happy, I will be there for you no matter what. Fox: Thank you..... They spoke more but I didn't listen. After strictly avoiding Nate for three days, Fox finally has the courage to face up to him. As the group exit the cozy dining room, Fox weakly holds on to Nate's elbow. Obeying, Nate stares at the ground, clenching his jaw. "I'll start, I suppose." Fox forces out, false confidence strengthening the statement. "I-I'm really sorry that I asked you out. Of course, you wouldn't say yes. That's fine. Completely fine. And I'm really sorry that I made you uncomfortable with me. I really do like you though. Like love really. And even though you don't feel the same... I can't just be your friend. We can keep trying but it will just make us both miserable. We're just lucky the others are giving us time to figure it out instead of just getting rid of us for being dramatic." Fox rants,  getting out of breath and manic toward the end. "I have never heard you say so many words. Are you okay?" Nate smiles charmingly, concerned. "No." Fox answers honestly, a tremble in his voice. Suddenly, Fox is embraced by warm, strong arms. Wriggling further into Nate's warmth, Fox breathes in the boyish scent of Nate. All sharp and smooth. The arms tighten around Fox's shoulders. "I love you too. You know this. I'm sorry that I've been... Not great recently. I just thought we could both use some space. The village... It's the next thing to be built. But I-I don't just want it there for sex. I wouldn't do that to you. I just like the people they're interesting and good friends. You're the one I want. They're nothing compared to the beautiful complexities of you. I hope you'll accept my request to be your boyfriend." Nate excruciatingly slowly spills his soul, hands rubbing the back of Fox's neck how he likes it. Fox freezes, slowly pulling away after a few moments. "You... I'm sorry, what?" Fox whispers, teary eyed. "Please let me be your boyfriend. I'll beg on my knees, I swear. I'm so sorry. I've never been so lonely as I've been without you. Please come back to me." Nate practically sobs, hands reaching up to cover his face. "You actually want to be my boyfriend? What? No... That can't be right... Right? What?" Fox, ever the articulate bean, mutters, completely confused and shocked. "Yes. I want to be your boyfriend. I won't have sex with anyone and I won't hug or touch anyone else I swear. I miss you so much. I hate everyone else so much. I need you." Nate falls to his knees, taking Fox's hand in his and pressed his lips to the soft skin as he rambles, tears falling down his face. "You absolute idiot. You moron. You complete fool." Fox sighs, rambling random tiny insults, before falling to his knees and taking Nate's face in his hands. "I'm so totally in love with you." Fox mumbles, pressing his forehead to Nate's. a couple weeks later: they sang a love song together. 😩 I literally cried. Nate on his guitar and Fox singing. Ive never seen him so relaxed and happy. Ahhh. I wanna cry I'm so excited. 😂😂😂 these boys will be the death of me. theyre both the biggest drama queens and they so gay.

im so sorry that was so long but their relationship created so much drama between us bc we didnt know if it would work out and theyre the most wholesome boys, except nate but well he has his moments. softest boiis uwu. 

Everyone in the system likes to sing and play games and read. Fox mainly likes to write and stuff but Evan is also knows for her nice stories on wattpad lmao. We arent very active, so we dont do much sport but we do like badminton and we used to do a running club. Evan likes baking, where it stressed me tf out. i cant even crack an egg right. only Evan draws really. Our main hobbies are minecraft, eating unhealthy foods and sleeping :) 

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Take My Hand, Don’t Look Back // Part 1

Pairings: Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Slight mention of torturing, probably swearing idk

Part: 1/could be 7 could be 10, depending on how you like it

Summary: As soon as the pen lifts from the black line, Dominic snatches the papers and shoves them back into the briefcase. “Well, I should be off then. As always, it was a pleasure doing business with you,” The fathers shake hands before Dominic reaches the door. He comes to a halt, turning to look at you, the evil smirk still twisted in with his features. “I’ll see you around, Mrs. Holland.”

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Tom stands before the bay window in his large office. His eyes scour the green land awaiting your arrival. He never takes the time to admire his home these days, his day job demands too much of his attention, too much of his time. Now, in his final hours of bachelorhood, he desperately wishes he could lay in the sun, to feel the breeze against his skin, maybe even take a dip into the pool. He can’t remember the last time he had a day or even a moment to himself. Even now, the moment isn’t meant for him.

Tom leans against the mahogany desk, lips pursing in a line. Even after continuing the family’s legacy, he can’t find a way to shake his father’s last task. From a young age, Tom knew his father would put the mob before anything else. Dominic missed countless science fairs, choir concerts, and school musicals just to seal a deal, to make extra millions, to grow his beloved mob. Tom shouldn’t have been surprised when his father signed away his right to love to a stranger.

A door slam pulls Tom away from his tangled thoughts. He steps forward slowly, not wanting you to catch him staring from the second-floor window. He watches you for a moment, taking in your smile, your curious eyes, a seemingly happy woman. In that moment, he knows, you had no idea you were his wife-to-be.

Three knocks rap against the door sending echoes throughout the office. Harrison peaks his head through the small crack he made, “She’s arrived.” Tom doesn’t flinch, he continues to loom his eyes over you, hearing your loud laugh through the glass. He tensed, not quite understanding why the sound of a stranger sent his heart hammering.

“Well,” He sighs, turning to look at his best friend, setting his jaw tight, “Let’s get the bloody thing over with.”

As he descends the grand staircase, questions swirl in his mind. How were you going to react to the deal? How would you react being thrown into mob business? Will you be another girl he gets to walk all over? Could you ever learn to love a cold-blooded criminal?

But most importantly, why does he care?

He decides he doesn’t, now just two rooms away from his bride. Smoke fills the room from the thick cigars held between the fathers’ fingers. Dominic’s laughter vibrates Tom’s chest as he rounds the corner, offering his father a curt nod before taking the empty chair beside you, the woman of his nightmares.

You beam at him, your eyes gleam with excitement as you take in the handsome stranger. His white button-up shirt hugging his arms well, heat flushes to your face as you force yourself to look away.

Your smile almost took his breath away. Almost. He scolds himself, never wanting to become soft. He walked in the room prepared to hate you --and a part of him does. In a few moments, he knows you will too.

Tom was okay with a mutual hatred for one another. He didn’t want to fall for you, he didn’t want to be friends. Roommates that were legally bound to one another worked perfectly fine. He would come and go as he pleased, as would you. Only speaking when you passed in the hallway or at breakfast. He could spend the rest of his life avoiding you without batting an eye.

Tom doesn’t return the gesture; his lips stay in a tight line. His eyes move from yours to his father’s, waiting for him to break the news. As much as Tom already dislikes you and the deal, he wasn’t going to be the one to inform you.

Dominic clears his throat, signifying the end of his and your father’s conversation. Dominic flashes the two young adults a grin. The kind of grin that Tom has seen many times before, the one right before Dominic gets his way, the one where his plan works out. “Y/N, welcome to London!” His gruff voice bounces off the walls of the parlor. You smile back in silence. “We have business we need to discuss,” Dominic begins, “Today is the day two of the greatest mobs on the globe join as one.” Your brows knit together, you glance at your father not understanding. He offers no comfort; his eyes are glued to his hands.

Dominic notices but continues, ready for the contract and marriage licenses to be signed. “Your father is a very powerful man, Y/N. He’s done wonders back in the states just as I have done here in Europe.” Dominic begins his speech. Tom glances at his watch growing impatient, he had work that needed to be done. Dominic pulls a formal paper from the briefcase by his feet, passing it towards you.

At the bottom, your father’s neat signature looped over a thin, black line. Beside it, another signature you can only assume to be Dominic’s. Without reading anymore, you look between the older men searching for an answer they weren’t offering yet. The young man beside you lets out a quiet groan, his fingertips find the bridge of his nose and eyes flutter shut.

“Y/N,” Your father’s voice tears your eyes away from the young man, “I promised your hand in marriage to merge the mobs once I retired.” Your heart sinks. Ten minutes ago, you didn’t even know your father was a mobster, now you’re told you must marry a stranger for a business you don’t even care about?

“Excuse me?” You utter, rage filling every fiber you’re your body contained.

“You are going to marry my son, Tom, to merge our mobs into one. Doing so will make you the most powerful and wealthy couple in the world.” Dominic chooses his words wisely, trying his best to persuade you without a fight. He’d be damned before he let this deal slip through his fingers.

“No,” You laugh at the idiocy radiating from the man. Did they really expect you to hand over your life for money and power? You could care less about either, you wanted to be happy. Back at home with your friends, settled in the new apartment you were leased just last week.

“Listen, lady,” Dominic leaned forward, his breath holds the stench of tobacco that made you recoil. “You father crossed me in ways that can’t be forgiven. Either you sign the contract and marry my son, or,” He flicks the blazer just above his belt, exposing a black gun tucked into his pants. Just the sight sends goosebumps down your arms. “I’ll shoot him, right here, right now with you watching.” You glance to your father, he can’t bring himself to look at you. He gulps, out of fear or guilt, you’re not sure.

You glance between the other seated men. Tom looks disinterested, leaning back in his seat, Dominic’s lips twist into a wicked smile, knowing he has you under his thumb. With shaking hands, you reach for the pen that rests on the small, circular table separating Tom and yourself from the fathers. With one last wary glance between the men, you scribble your name onto one of the documents. Dominic’s smile stretches wider with each pen stroke, passing you the marriage license, already scribbled with Tom’s sloppy signature. As soon as the pen lifts from the black line, Dominic snatches the papers and shoves them back into the briefcase. “Well, I should be off then. As always, it was a pleasure doing business with you,” The fathers shake hands before Dominic reaches the door. He comes to a halt, turning to look at you, the evil smirk still twisted in with his features. “I’ll see you around, Mrs. Holland.”

The sound left a sour taste in your mouth, Tom’s hands clench into fists, both of you refusing to look at one another. Tom shoots up from his seated position and out of the parlor, turning back the way he came to finish work in his office. He needed another project, another man to punish to get his mind off things. He’s sure one of his men could bring a subject within minutes. Tom couldn’t wait to get his hands dirty.

You remain in the chair unable to move. Your arms snake around your torso, hugging yourself. You desperately wish your mother could provide you with comfort, but she had business to attend to back home. With sad eyes, you finally bring yourself to look at your father. You’ve never seen even a tear escape his eyes until now. A single stream of water stains his cheekbones as he stands before you, reaching out for your hand.

“How could you do this to me?” You say once you found yourself wrapped in his arms. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t manage to string together an apology or a joke that could mend your breaking heart. You push him away from you, anger overtaking the deep sorrow you were drowning in. “I’m sure someone can see you to the door.” You hiss, wiping away tears, refusing to seem weak.

“That would be me, ma’am,” A tall boy lingers by the parlor entrance, you don’t want to know how much of the scene he just witnessed. “Sir, right this way.” The handsome blonde jerks his head for your father to follow. Disgusted at even the sight of your father, your eyes stay trained on the floor. He leads your father out of the room, leaving you in the empty space feeling more alone than you’ve ever felt in your life.

After a few moments the boy returns, a welcoming smile stretches across his features. He holds a hand towards you. “I’m Harrison, you must be Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” You wish you could say the same. You hesitantly take his hand giving him a weak shake. When both of your hands fall back to your sides, he clears his throat. “I’ll take you to your room now,”

He leads you down a series of halls. Paintings hang along the clean walls, maids water potted plants on accent tables as you find yourself lost in the grand mansion, even with Harrison guiding you. He reaches for a gold doorknob just as a tall man bursts through the main door holding a struggling man by his neck. Harrison barely bats an eye at them, you assume it was a normal occurrence, one that wouldn’t end well. Just the thought made you feel queasy.

Harrison swings the large, white door open revealing a lavish room. You gasp, never seeing something like it, even in magazines. The thick curtains were pulled back letting sunlight illuminate the room. The balcony door swings slightly along with the wind as if it were beaconing you to stand outside in the warm air. The bed was littered with large pillows, each nightstand occupying fresh flowers. The fire flickered in the fireplace, warming up the room even more than the air creeping in through the open door. As beautiful as it was, you wanted nothing more than to be back home in your own room with your own blankets and knick-knacks.

“Tom wanted you to have the best,” Harrison explains, watching you take in your surroundings. In reality, you could’ve slept in the maids’ quarters and Tom wouldn’t have cared. Harrison was the one who had the maids set up your room. He knew your life would be flipped upside down and didn’t want you to hate your new home completely.

“I’m sure he did,” You scoff. You haven’t said a word to Tom, but you know being here made no difference to his life whatsoever. “It’s nice, thank you.” You correct yourself. Tom wasn’t a person that should be messed with, you didn’t want to start on the wrong foot with him. Who knows what he would do to you.

Harrison shows you around the room, conjoining bathroom and walk-in closet. He teaches you how to work the fireplace, explains your maid’s schedule so you aren’t surprised the following morning when she enters without warning. While he’s speaking you don’t say a word, your mind occupied by other pressing matters.

Across the home, a stranger sits chained to a metal chair in Tom’s work chambers. Tom stares at the metal tools on the rolling table beside him. He thinks for a moment, pondering over ways to inflict pain on the squirming man. The man’s mouth was stuffed with a rag due to his constant blabbering, Tom almost killed him on the spot, but he was too bored and dreaded the thought of officially meeting you.

When Tom was finished with his fun, he threw the bloody tools back onto the try. The metal cuts through the silence as Tom nods to one of his men to dispose of the stranger. When Tom reaches the main floor he hears shuffling in the study. Curious, he follows the quiet sounds, only to find you thumbing through his collection of novels.

“Do you like to read?” The sudden dynamic change in the room startled you, you jump slightly at the question.

“No, just bored,” You shrug, not looking towards him. Instead, you pull out a random book. Nothing about it interested you, you just wanted something to hold so Tom wouldn’t notice your shaking hands.

“How’d they get you to come here?” Tom questions as he leans against the door frame eyeing you. “Since you didn’t know anything about the deal”-

“Why do you care?” You retort. He didn’t deserve to know anything about you, you didn’t want him to know you at all.

“I don’t,” He says coolly, crossing his arms over his chest. You roll your eyes looking back to the thick book in your palms, quickly growing uninterested.

“This was supposed to be my senior trip,” You admit with a huff, “The last family vacation before I start college.” You can hear your father saying those same words to you, but this time, excitement doesn’t follow like it did the first time.

Tom can’t help but feel a pang of sadness for you, no wonder you were so joyful that morning. The trill of being in a new country, staying in a beautiful mansion, only to find out you were getting married against your will. “I’m sorry you’re disappointed,” He offers, half way being honest, half way not caring.

“Whatever,” You shove the novel back into its rightful place and push past him to head back to your room. Tears threaten to spill over your eyes as you turn down unfamiliar halls, you push yourself through the door purposely slamming the wood as hard as you could.

Your back presses against the wall finally allowing yourself to come undone. You choke out muffled sobs through your hands, not wanting any of the workers or Tom to know how broken you feel. You slide to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest as your body shakes with rage, pain, and hate. It was then that you vow never to love your husband, Tom Holland.

Tags: @tmrhollandkay @yourwonderbelle @smexylemony @tryn25 @superfrankie111

A/N: Ahh!! I actually really like how this turned out, I hope you do too! I would love feedback if you have any, feel free to let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the following parts!

[kimtaehyungrykim]

Doctor I Need You: Prolouge

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / to be determined

*Please note that I am not a doctor of any kind.*

*I also apologize for any kind of typos*

Synopsis: It’s your second year being the Head Cardiothoracic surgeon at Serenity Hospital and you’re luck this year sucked. The rivalry between Heartstone Medical Center and Serenity Hospital has been going on for decades. Now they’ve decided to combine the 2 hospitals together making Heartstone Serenity Hospital. Even with the merger the doctors despise each other, they don’t want to work with the other side. When one day a train accident happens, the ER overflows with patients, you have no choice but to work with the attending Trauma surgeon of Heartstone, Dr. Lee Taeyong.

Rating: M

Genre: fluff, smut, angst, idk the whole series covers the whole lot of genres

Characters (and their roles) : can you sense my multi-fandom?

Serenity Hospital

You (Head of Cardiothoracic Surgery)

Dr. Kim Jisoo (Head of General Surgery)

Dr. Kim Seokjin (Jin) (Attending Anesthesiologist)

Park Jinyoung (Nurse)

Sohn Shownu (Scrub Nurse)

Dr. Jeon Wonwoo (5th year Surgical Resident)

Heartstone Medical Center

Dr. Lee Taeyong (Head of Trauma Surgery)

Dr. Nakamoto Yuta (5th year Surgical Resident)

Dr. Kim Taeyeon (Attending Neurosurgeon)

Bae Irene (Scrub Nurse)

Dr. Kim Xiumin (Head of Pediatric surgery)

Dr. Park Leeteuk (Chief of Surgery)

Song(s) to play while reading:

I’m Fine Thank You - Ladies Code

Exodus - Exo

Today was another slow day at Serenity Hospital. It was lunchtime, you sat with your fellow doctors. Not one peep came out of your mouths because none of you knew what to say. Tomorrow, Serenity Hospital and Heartstone Medical Center will merge together to become Heartstone Serenity Hospital. The rivalry between Heartstone and Serenity has been going on for about 8 decades now.

The idea of even being in the same operating room of the doctors of Heartstone makes you gag. But the worst, at least half of the doctors and nurses will be fired to make room for the merger. Today is the day where you find out if you’ll stay in or be cut off.

Dr. Wonwoo broke the silence, “How many residents do you think they’ll keep?”

“Stop worrying Wonwoo, you’ll be fine,” Jisoo assured.

Just then, Jinyoung came running to table. He took a moment to catch his breath, “I heard that most of the attending surgeons will stay but they’re firing half of the nurses and residents.”

“Fuck…” Wonwoo muttered under his breath.

“Who’s dumbass idea was it to merge the 2 hospitals who hate each other together?” Jin asked, “I refuse to work with those hotshots.”

“Agreed.” We all said in unison.

We began eating in silent, feeling uneasy about who might be staying and who might leave.

Sohn Shownu came running in the cafeteria out of breath, “They posted the list! They posted the list!”

Every doctor and nurse ran out of the cafeteria to the medical board looking at the list of doctors and nurses that were staying. Running as fast as you can, you reached the medical board first and scanned the list for your name. The list couldn’t have more than 25 names, after scanning through 10 names, you sighed of relief after seeing ‘Dr. y/l/n y/n - Cardiothoracics’.

You’re relief didn’t last long when all the other doctors and nurses rammed into you trying to find their names as well.

After a couple of minutes every doctor and nurse has seen the list. There were tears of joy and sadness everywhere. You started looking for your friends. You found Jin and Jisoo right away after the sight of both of them awkwardly dancing and celebrating they were on the list. Jinyoung and Shownu were found embracing each other. God these kids are so weird.

Strolling down the hallway you finally found Wonwoo, crying.

“I thought I saw your name on the list,” You were confused.

“I saw my name but it’s strange,” Wonwoo sniffled in confusement, “I don’t understand why so many exceptional residents were cut off and I, an average 5th year resident made it. Somehow I feel as if I don’t deserve it.”

“Dr. Jeon Wonwoo, don’t you ever say that about yourself again. The world is going to knock you around plenty. You don’t need to be doing it to yourself,” You scolded him.

~~~~~~~~ The Next Day ~~~~~~~~~

Your pager woke you up in after getting 2 hours of sleep in the on call room. Today’s the day the merger’s finally happening. As you got out of bed, you took a look at the page you got, Jisoo paged you to come to the front of the hospital.

When you got there, the sight made you almost vomit. Construction workers were adding “Heartstone” to the hospital sign.

“Oh god, I’m gonna puke,” You gagged.

Jinyoung grabbed your shoulders, “It doesn’t stop here,” he turns you around to the sight of Hearstone doctors and nurses.

“I have to perform surgery with these asses?” You were livid.

“Also did you see the new Chief of surgery?” Jisoo asked, “the true definition of Mr. Pretentious”

“It also seems I have another competitor for Chief Resident too, someone named Nakamoto Yuta?” Wonwoo scoffed.

“I heard there’s another scrub nurse as well. I liked it when I was the favorite scrub nurse.” Shownu pouted.

Dr. Kim Seokjin came up to us, “What the hell are you guys doing? Yes those Heartstone doctors think they own this place but we have patients to serve. If you guys think you’re better doctors than them, then go and treat your patients.”

We all left and went to the ward. Jin is a person we all pick on because he’s so useless, but he sure is a damn good doctor.

Walking into the ER you decided to treat a little girl named Haru. You always liked treating kids.

You greeted her parent, “Hello guys I’m Dr. y/l/n y/n. So what does your child need today?”

“Oh we told that doctor over there already, she’s been having these pains on her back,” Her mother informed you.

“You already told a doctor?” You asked.

“Yeah that’s me,” it was a man’s voice, not one you recognized which could only mean one thing. You turned around to see a doctor from Heartstone. “Your daughter is just experiencing some growing pains, perfectly normal at her age”

“Thank you doctor,” Haru’s father shook the doctor’s hand. You scoffed at the doctor, he looked at you and just scoffed back, you went to find another patient.

Both of you seem to be in a race seeing who can treat more patients. Every time you treated a patient you walked passed him and you both glared into each other’s eyes. Every time he treated a patient he walked past you and very discreetly coughed the number of patients he treated. What an asshole.

After a couple of hours the ER was near empty and the remaining patients were in the process of being treated.

You both were on opposite sides of the room, he glared at you. You could feel the hatred in his eyes, of course none of the Heartstone doctors wanted this merger too. He started walking towards you, when he reached you he went and stood by your side. Both of you stood there in silence with this indescribable tension between you.

He was the first to talk, “So doctor, how many did you get to treat today?”

“10” You hesitantly responded.

The doctor turned his body and came closer to you, too close. You turned around as well and found yourselves in a staring contest, you wanted to scold yourself for thinking that this doctor was so good looking. He then proceed to show a cocky smirk before his mouth came towards your ear.

He whispered, “12. Sorry doctor, I guess you just weren’t fast enough.” You lightly pushed him away.

“Are all Heartstone doctors douchebags like you?’ You cocked a smirk back at him.

“You shouldn’t call me names doctor,” The man looks down at your nametag, “y/n, we might work together soon.”

“I’d rather set myself on fire doctor,” You looked at his name tag, “Taeyong”

Before he could fire back with some sarcastic comment, the ER doors opened with force. Paramedics were rushing in with injured people.

“There was a train crash, multiple casualties and injuries.” One of the paramedics informed you. Doctors came rushing into the ER claiming a person to treat.

Dr. Lee Taeyong seems to be giving orders to the doctors, he’s probably a trauma surgeon. Each doctor seems to be getting into pairs for 1 patient. The Heartstone doctors and Serenity doctors still keeping clear of each other. You looked around and found a patient you were kind of eager to treat, an object through her chest. You ran to the bed and claimed the patient, at the same time you saw him grab it too. Shit. Lee Taeyong grabbed this patient too.

Both of you stared at each other again, waiting for the other person to let go and find another patient until the woman started flatlining. You didn’t care anymore, even though you so desperately don’t want to work with Heartstone doctors, especially this one, you are still a doctor, an exceptional one at that. Taeyong probably had the same thought, you both started wheeling the woman to OR room 3.

[castawxayaway]

hidden yet noticed

 this is the start of a mini series (probably two or three parts) from @ander-herrera 

let me know what you think so far as I’d love to know (as always as your input means a lot to me!) 

GOD I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS WEEK (like stupidly excited as next week its reading festival ie BASTILLE TIME AGAIN BITCHES) !!!!

i’m usually so chilled, idk what is going on with me tonight but I am in some weird mood- hence the rambles. 

prompt list / collection of my writing / requests open *nudge nudge*

part two

Scrolling through my Twitter feed I saw a few new tweets about my music and I can’t help but smile to myself as my few fans like my new song. It’s been hard, trying to break through as an artist without any assistance, I never realised how much I valued the help he gave but, it’s just me now. I close my laptop, leaving the small amount of love alone and returning to getting ready for something more mundane, my job. 

As I get ready I can’t shrug it off, the feeling of being appreciated that I have happily perched on my shoulders. Yet I know I have to, knowing that the feeling wouldn’t grow, much like my dreams of being a recognised artist. Closing my front door I leave my music inside, my piano resigns with my lyrics behind the blinds of the front window whilst I walk away forcing a smile to customers who will never know my name, nor care to. 

After hours of customers merely shrugging their shoulders to the questions I am forced to ask one speaks up, saying something out of the ordinary. “Why’d you cover that pretty face of yours?” Lifting my head up I look straight at them, another older man. I hate stereotyping older men, but sometimes I can’t help to in this shop. 

Part of me wants to show him, let him see what happened underneath the hair that covers my left cheek. “I just do.” There are worse things I could snap to him, but I knew my job is already at risk. My manager hangs by me now, observing me closely as all I want to do is hum a tune that I’ve been working on, or hear it play on the crappy radio station we have in here. 

Turning my back on that place is the best part of my shift and walking the longer route home to just have a sense of solidarity, clear my head from the same words I say to faces that blur together. Mumbling possible lyrics to myself I glance by the broken branches on trees, the dirty puddles the colour of chocolate milk, the lack of animals, of actual life; how odd that I feel at home. I pass through it without a need to hurry, the absence of the living means I can think, if only I had my piano here to just test out a few notes against the lyrics. 

Nearing my little home I embrace the comfort, the warmth from the radiators and knowing a cup of tea would be waiting. I take the cup from my Mum and walk up the stairs, only now pulling my hair out of my face and keeping it that way. At home I didn’t care how I look, in my music I do not care. I only care about my appearance arounds strangers, those who are judgemental even when buying twelve bottles of wine and a six pack of condoms. At home, in my bedroom I can be myself, nothing is a facade. 

I sit down at my desk and scribble some lyrics down, merging a few together into a string that could be a chorus someday. Lifting my laptop open I keep my pen i between my fingers, twiddling with it as I see a single notification on Twitter- no surprise. Lightly I blow on my tea as my fingers move the little cursor to the blue one. 

BASTILLE is now following you. 

My tea seemed to burst through my mouth and decorate my dirty screen. I let it drip down my chin and stain my work jumper, finally a visible stain rather than my tears from my lunch breaks. Raising an eyebrow to my screen I can’t help but question it, is it authentic? It could be a fake account, there are hundreds of those floating around. Second guessing it I hope it would stop my hands from shaking, the pen now resting by my feet whilst my fingers hover over the touchpad unable to force myself to do it, to see the truth behind a mere fantasy. 

The page changed entirely, almost reinventing itself as it appeared. I silently thanked myself for already placing my mug down, not wanting to see a large stain form on my carpet as well as this jumper, not tonight anyway. A small blue tick that changed it all, something that is so insignificant yet miraculous has made my heart race too fast. I can’t remember the last time my little heart had so much life flow through it and into my veins. All I can do is look at it, look at the small banner next to the at; ‘FOLLOWS YOU.’ 

Me. He, or they follow me. A band that I’ve known for years, one I used to listen to with my friend, a single song that played before it happened, before I lost it all. Looking around I fear that it is some form of prank, that my Mum was involved and is looming at my door waiting for me to freak out, but no. Instead of freaking out, screaming in excitement I simply watch the tea stains run down the screen, distorting his latest tweet. 

Unsure how to react I get up, I take my notepad with the lyrics and sit in front of the piano. I practice, I play, I distract myself and relieve myself from any stress, any worry that weighs me down. When I play it goes, it vanishes for an hour or so. As I finish playing I open my eyes again, no more are the dreams where I am on stage, where there is a small crowd in some venue where they are there to see me, someone so new. 

I lift my fingers from the keys, I let out a cough and my Mum starts to clap from the kitchen. “Someday love,” She speaks up, always a similar comment. “you’ll be discovered.” I mouth her response, knowing what was coming and how I’ll respond with the same thank you before departing and going back up the stairs. 

Except this time part of me doesn’t want to go back upstairs knowing what is on my monitor. Sucking it up I ignore the many queries my mind has and place myself back in front of the screen. Yet this time, there is not one, but hundreds of notifications. I blink, then I blink more rapidly in hope that my mind is playing tricks on me.

It’s not. 

Clicking on it faster than I could fathom they all blur back to them, back to Bastille. I see words of admiration, of love and support, but more prominently than the rest collab. 

just found this artist, would love to do a collab with her someday, let us know what you think of her music!

What is happening? 

[ashleybenlove]

Clothes Minded 

Shego kicks Ron into a wall within the first 30 seconds.

“We haven’t stolen a darn thing.” “I’ve stolen the darn thing, Shego. Let’s go.”

In the fight with Shego, Kim’s pants get caught on the stairs and she loses a good part of the pant leg. And it’s a nice ragged tear too. 

“That’s what happens when you buy off the rack.” “I stick with what works.” “Yeah. Season after season after season.” Hehe. The show is calling itself out.

Kim’s over the green haha. 

Shego has the steam hit Kim and we don’t see her and then we see her and for some reason, Kim and Ron are in the operating room with Anne, not at all scrubbed up. GET OUT OF THE OR. 

Also Kim is in a bathrobe. 

Did Kim get any steam burns?

Kim’s mission clothes have been discontinued by Club Banana. Whoops. Even the Smarty Mart knockoffs! Time to start mourning Kim’s classic mission outfit. 

Wade searched 14,000 online retailers for the mission outfit. No dice. How can a black turtleneck crop top NOT EXIST ANYWHERE?? And forest green cargo pants? SIGH.

The battlesuit is being a pain in the ass. Wade couldn’t find the damn thing for 2 hours the previous night. Fuck that thing.

Barkin is right on Kim’s case about her college admissions appt w/ her guidance counselor. Are you her secretary? Nope just her actual guidance counselor. Her previous gc switched careers to professional shrimping. Okay.

Somehow, Kim Possible, in her senior year, hasn’t started any of the stuff she should start in terms of college related things. AM I GLAD THAT’S  BEHIND ME. I was in college (1st year!) when this episode aired. Barkin yells at her. 

Drakken is building a university called International Continental University. That’s a fake-ass school if I ever heard one. It’s like those ones like University of Phoenix and what are the others called? You know what I mean.

It’s actually a SUPER LAIR.

And he has a machine that basically does things to the continents.

HE COMMITTED FRAUD. HE PUT COLLEGE NOT LAIR ON THE GRANT APP AND THE GOVT IS PAYING FOR IT.

Kim’s looking at college paperwork and her mom is in the room doing laundry.

Anne wants her to go to the University of Upperton. And it’s lovely pre-med. HEY, STOP THAT. LET HER CHOOSE WHAT SHE WANTS TO DO.

James gives her a bulky mission outfit that’s more suitable for a spacewalk.

HE THROWS A FOOTBALL AT HER IN THE THING AND PUSHES OUT A THING BLOCKING THE FOOTBALL. JAMES THREW A FOOTBALL AT HIS DAUGHTER. 

There’s a Middleton Magnetic Institute. Kim didn’t know there was one.

Ron gets stuck to the magnet while Kim attempts to fight Shego in this awful outfit.

Monique’s in Kim’s room and she wants to help with the mission outfit. TAKE THE HELP. She clearly knows what she’s talking about.

Anne got Kim a personal interview with the Dean of her alma mater. But she has to take a Kimmunicator call.

Middleton Geological Center. Nice.

Kim driving her car looks great in this scene.

Kim has to deal with Wade and the twins trying to talk to her at the same time. 

The twins gave her a mission outfit. It’s... a mecha? Sort of? 

It makes Drakken and Shego laugh and Shego wants to know where the Fashion Police are. They were in that other episode and that would be so annoying if they showed up for that.

BN scene. Kim’s eating salads. They discuss the clothes thing. Kim calls it mission clothes mojo. Ron’s like that’s not what makes you you and she’s like “Aw, I think I’ll keep you around.”

Kim is frustrated by this whole thing. Poor baby. College admissions vs. mission outfit. 

Ron and Kim go shopping. 

RON LIKES KIM IN A BLONDE WIG. UH. 

Kim visits the Fashionistas in prison (from Fashion Victim) and tries to get help. They design her a mission outfit and Kim loves it. So funny that villains get a say in her “signature mission outfit”. But they try to get her to break them out of prison. HAH. NOPE. One of the Fashionistas destroys the design.

James went to MIST: Middleton Institute of Science and Technology.

Kim’s so annoyed that Barkin’s nagging her.

No college is interested in Ron. 

ALSO THEY’RE ALONE IN HER BEDROOM. IDK why I did that. 

Cuffed jeans. “How over?” “I think I was 12.”

Rufus suddenly leaves. He has plans. idk why I laughed about that.

Ron pouts because he’s “in a funk” and Kim’s like “Bueno Nacho later?” and he’s like “I think I’ll keep you around.” This is less charming than Kim’s because it more or less comes off like HE WAS fishing for her to do something nice for him.

Kim’s touring MIST with her dad and apparently 30 yards away Drakken and Shego are stealing shit. Wade has shenanigans with the fucking battlesuit.

Kim tries that RF-78 as a mission outfit. It’s not great. Kim bounces off the walls. It makes Shego nauseous. “She’s making me more nauseous than usual.”

Ron goes to International Continental University. He gets captured.

Kim’s bummed about the mission outfit sitch.

Drakken is waiting by the door with a baseball bat.

Drakken wants to move the continents. Um. That’s gonna cause tsunamis and shit.

Drakken thinks there would be one time zone. No.

“Oh, good. The next time I’m in Miami, I can walk next door to Morocco and buy a carpet.”

Rufus and Monique team up.

Kim realizes Ron’s been a no show.

Ron points out to Drakken that Pangaea was a thing a long time ago.  

He decides to call his super continent Drakkengaea bc ofc

Ron’s phone is on vibrate and its making him giggle and he’s like “KP, stop calling.” I like that he KNOWS ITS HER. 

Shego answers the phone: “Hey, Kimmy, your boyfriend says not to call him anymore” before hanging up. OMG.

Kim and Wade use the phone to trace where Ron is.

“Good. Glad you’re not letting your fashion disaster take your head out of the game.” “Not when Ron needs me. Mission gear or no mission gear.” CLUTCHES CHEST. 

But Monique and Rufus come with the new mission outfit. It’s purple and black. Short sleeves, but no crop top. It’s not bad. It’s def a little more professional than showing her midriff.

SHEGO EVEN LIKES IT.

The machine is doing the merging continents thing. That big ferris wheel in London goes off its hinges. Whoops.

Drakken did not build the building to seismic standards. WHOOPS.

D&S get out of the building. K&R stuck. But grappling hook. Kim grabs Ron by the waist and they go. Machine breaks.

Kim and Ron run and they hang from a beam.

Montage about college stuff.

Ron applied to a shit ton of colleges. Kim applied to a couple of colleges in Hong Kong, London, and Venice. 

“It’s a small world. I know, I’ve saved it over and over.” CLUTCHES CHEST.

The Fashionistas in the tag bribe a guard. Also Kim’s new mission clothes is their design. UM. YIKES.

[k1tcaliber]

hey i was wondering if i could get a short fic or something regarding merging/bonding sparks with starscream. i read the thing you wrote about it, and idk i'd love to read an actual narrative piece. that poor precious boy is too damaged and needs some good old loving in his soul ~

so uh i know you asked for a “short fic” but

i kind of took it and. ran with it. i’d already had a portion of this written out for the Sparklight AU, so i just...well, finished it.

and it is almost 3500 words long.

below the cut, for...well, the above reason really.

“I…haveno idea what any of this means, Starscream,” she said, opticalridges pressed together in confusion.

Hefrowned – of course she didn’t. She still had a lot to learnabout her new body. Her new life. “Right. Well…it’s simple,really. We just…open up our chestplates and…touch our sparkchambers together.”

“That’sit?” She asked, almost monotone.

Henodded once. “More or less.”

“Moreor less?” She repeated, questioning and confused. “What are youleaving out?”

“Nothing.That’s the process,” he said bluntly, crossing his arms. Therewas a pause, and Sparklight noticed his wings fall a bit before hespoke again. “Oh, alright, there’s…usually some sort of��vowssaid,” he explained, his voice tapering off, volume lowering as tobecome nearly inaudible.

Sheheard it anyway. “Vows? Like…at a wedding?”

Helooked away, frowning deeper. “F-Forget I said anything…it’stoo soon to have this discussion.”

“What?Why? What do you mean, ‘too soon’?” She was deeply confused bynow, and it irritated her. His unwillingness to talk about the thingthat he himself had suggested wasn’t helping either.

“Why?Because you still have a lot to learn before you can make thisdecision. It’s too soon, you have too much to learn still, it wouldbe irresponsible of me to—”

Thelook in her optics grew wild. “What are you talking about? I stillhave a lot to learn? About what? I don’t…I don’t understandanything you’re saying!” She yelled, hands balled up into tightfists, body stiff.

Hisexpression showed shock and a bit of fear for about a second beforehe regained his composure, his optics staring off into the distance –away from hers. “Bonding with someone is…not a decision to betaken lightly. It creates an unbreakable, lifelong bond between thesparks – the very life energy – of two bots, and…our lives arelong, Sparklight. If…” He stopped himself and shook hishead a couple of times. “Never mind that.”

“Stopdoing that!”

Hefinally looked into her optics again, only to be met withexasperation and building tears.

“S-Stopdoing what?”

“That…thatthing where you cut yourself off midsentence and tell me to forgetwhat you were saying! I h-hate it! I’m not stupid,Starscream! Just fucking tell me what you—”

Witha growl and a sneer, he interjected. “Fine. If we were tobond, and you decided a million years from now that maybe I amjust as insufferable as everyone says, you would be stuck bonded tosomeone you hate!” His volume was increasing, and not at a slowrate. “You would never be able to bond with someone youactually love! It would haunt you every single day of yournearly limitless existence, as a reminder of the terrible mistakeyou made as a newspark!”

Aperiod of silence ensued. He was venting hard, clearly affected byhis own words. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights,shaking.

Herelaxed considerably, his expression turning concerned, as herealized his own mistake. Slowly reaching out a hand towards her, hestarted to speak again, this time quietly, as if it would drain someof the volume out of his outburst. “Oh, Primus, no, I’m sorry, Ididn’t…I didn’t mean to—”

Sheslapped his hand away and burst into tears before nearly launchingherself out of her seat on the berth. He watched her nearly stumbleas she ran across the room and into the washroom before lockingherself in – and the whole time, he felt as if he’d been stabbedthrough the spark chamber.

Andhe was angry. Not at her. Never at her. But at himself. Thoughtsswirled around his processor. I can’t do anything right. Ireally am a failure. I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve anyone.I’m a waste.

Hestood up and crossed the room in the opposite direction – towardswhere the table and chairs stood. His last step wasn’t a step –he swung his leg back before kicking forwards, knocking over thechair and sending it skidding a few feet away, its motion disturbingthe table and other chair as well.

Hestood there for a moment, once again venting heavily, his handscurled up into fists as his mind cleared itself out.

Hehadn’t been paying attention to the time, but he realized he didn’tknow how long he’d been standing there or it had been since she’drun away – and he hadn’t heard anything from her at all. Heweighed his options: one, he could sit back down and stew in hisself-hatred until she decided to emerge; or two, he could go check onher now that he’d calmed down.

Thelatter was really the only option.

So,calmly, he crossed the room and knocked on the washroom door.

“Sweetspark?”He called out, making sure he could be heard from behind the door.“Are you alright?”

Therewas a second of silence, and it felt like his energon ran cold.

“Wh-Whatdo you want…” Her voice was weak and lacked much intonation; shewas clearly still upset, but he couldn’t help but sigh in reliefthat she hadn’t done anything drastic.

Hepaused for just a moment, collecting his thoughts – he wanted tosay the right thing. But what that thing was…he didn’t know. Sohe tried it anyway.

“I…wantto see you again. I want to…to say I’m sorry.”

Moresilence came, and he waited. He stayed close to the door, but hewaited. If he called out again, he’d be rushing her. So he took adeep vent and waited for her to make her the decision on her own.

Thedoor slid open and he showed great self-control in not immediatelyrushing forwards and holding her tight to his chestplate. She wasstaring at the ground, her arms crossed in a peculiar fashion – asif she was holding herself.

Heplaced one hand on her shoulder and the other hand on the side of herface, rubbing gently. “I’m so, so sorry, Sparklight. I-I didn’t…Ididn’t mean to do that. I love you. I love you dearly.”

“Il-love you too,” her reply came, shaky and quiet. He opened hismouth to speak again, but she cut him off without even realizing it –by stepping forwards and pressing herself against him. He wrapped hisarms around her, and she managed to uncurl her own arms and embracehim in return.

Hecould have cried. “I’m so, so sorry,” he repeated, in awhisper.

“Iforgive you.” Her response was equally quiet, though morestatic-filled than his was.

Hepaused for a moment. “A-Are you sure?”

Shenodded against him and tightened her grip on him.

Withoutanother word, he picked her up and carried her back over to theberth, then lay down with her and cuddled her tightly.

“Let’s…justforget that whole thing happened, okay?”

“N-No,”she said, extracting her head from its position to look up at him. Hesaw her optics for the first time since she’d run from him – theywere dull from crying, but still as beautiful as ever. “I want…tofinish it.”

Hesighed deeply and pulled her back in. “…How about we just relaxfor a bit first,” he suggested.

Therewas a short pause before she spoke again – most likely weighing heroptions.

“Okay.”

~~ ~

Theysat where they had been before – her near her pillows, he on theopposite corner.

Hesighed, and began. “The reason I wanted you to forget what I saidis that…you’re just too young to make a decision that permanent.You’re so young, and you’ve only been a Cybertronian for fourmonths. You have a lot to learn still – I mean that quiteliterally. You…you’re practically a newspark, but without eventhe basic knowledge libraries.” He looked up at her, his opticsflicking from their place on the berthsheets to meet hers. “Th-Thatisn’t an insult, either, it’s just the truth, I swear.”

Shenodded in understanding. “I know. Compared to you, I’m a baby.But…I am—er, was, anyway—an adult human with plenty ofknowledge and skill. I have the logic and reasoning ability tounderstand anything you tell me – if you tell me everything I needto know. If you don’t tell me anything, or refuse to, then I can’thave the understanding you want me to have.” She paused to collecther chaotic thoughts. “Why did you ask me if I’d heard aboutspark bonding before?”

Heanswered meekly. “Because…I wanted to talk about it with you.”

“Whathappened to change your mind?”

“I…rememberedhow young you are. How much you still don’t know. It…made me feelirresponsible. Like I’d made a mistake.”

“Star…Iknow there’s a lot I still have to learn. But I want to learn itwith you. I want you to teach me. I want you to explainthings to me. I want you to be with me while I learn about you andyour world – my world too, now.”

Hestared at the berthsheets once more, mouth hanging open a tiny bit ashe processed things.

“Soplease…” she started, without allowing him to speak – not thathe’d tried to, yet. “Explain to me one more time what sparkbonding is. Why it’s important. Why you want to do it with me.Please. I need to understand.”

He took a deep vent before starting. “…Very well. I can’t takeback what I’ve said. So…” He paused for just a moment. “Sparkbonding is…a ritual, of sorts, performed between two bots. You andyour partner. It is done by opening the chestplate to reveal thespark chamber, then…touching the spark chambers together. Thesparks will be able to connect through the metal, and…a bond isformed.” Another pause. “You recall that our sparks are our verylife force, yes?”

She nodded. “Of course. That was Lesson One,” she remembered,with a giggle. It was one of the first things she learned about theCybertronian body – before she'd even had one.

A smile slowly appeared on his face – her laugh was a powerfulthing, to him. “Right. Well...when you bond your spark withanother, it creates...a link, between you and your partner. You'llstart being able to sense their emotions. It's...” He paused again,the smile falling back off his face. He noticed hers fell too. “It'sa major decision. It's irreversible. You...if you bond with me,you'll be bonded to me for life. A bond only dissolves when one ofthe sparks goes out.” His volume was lowering, and he didn't knowif he meant to do that or not. “I love you, Sparklight. I've neverbeen more sure of anything in my life, and I've lived a very longtime.”

He looked up at her, not having realized that his gaze had evenlowered, and he could practically see the gears turning in her brain.

Suddenly, she looked up, a confused, inquisitive expression on herface. “Starscream, are...are you asking me to marry you?”

His exhaust fans went up a couple of notches. “Ah—well...I guessthat would be the human termfor it...”

“Yes.”

It took him a couple of seconds forher statement to process, andwhen it did, hisoptics opened as wide as they could, and he turned to look at her.“What?”

She leaned forwards, tears buildingup in her optics as she took his hands in hers.

“Yes, Starscream. I will.”

“A-Are you sure?! This is—youhave millions of years ahead of you, and—don't make—”

“I did this for you. I went fromhaving a hundred-year lifespan to a hundred million-yearlifespan because I wanted tobe with you. I want tobe with you. I gave up everything I knew and loved because I knew Iloved you more.”

He had no words. For once, his mindwas quiet inside. But his spark was overflowing, whirling in hischest with the repeated realization that he is loved, that he isworth something to someone.

“...Star?”

Her sudden quietinterjection pulled him out of the daze he was in, and he felt herlift a hand to his face and sweep her thumb across his cheek –removing a tear he hadn't realized was there. He looked at her andhis vision was blurred – more evidence that he'd started cryingwithout realizing it.

In the span of about three seconds,he freed his hands from hers and lunged forwards, onearm around her and the other hand on the back of her head, and pulledher in close, theirfaceplates meeting with a slight clang,their lips meeting in a kiss. Her yell of surprise at suddenly beingpulled forwards was cut off by their lips connecting.

Itwas only a few seconds until they pulled apart. He started shaking,his wings held low, and Sparklight wrapped her arms around him,guiding him into an embrace, his head coming to rest on her shoulderas he let go and allowed himself to cry.

“I know,” she whisperedsoothingly, rubbing his back. “I know. It's going to be alright,Star. You're going to be alright. We'regoing to be alright.”

~ ~ ~

It only took a minute or so for himto finish. He lifted himself off of her, hiccupingas he wiped his face with his hand.

“No, don't do that...”Sparklight half-whispered quickly, before snatching up a fistful ofblanket and using it to clean him up. “You could scratchsomething.”

He gave a half-hearted chuckle andsmiled. “You care too much about me.”

“I could nevercare too much about you.” She smiled back at him as she spoke,finishing her self-appointed task.

“...So...you really want to...tobond with me?” He actually looked timid– a very rare occurrence.

“Yes,” she responded calmly. “Ido. I would give myself to you over and—”

He held up a hand to stop her.“Please, sweetspark, take it easy, I'm an old bot, I can't handlethis much emotion.”

She gave a small chuckle, butnodded. “Alright, alright. I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. Now, we have...a coupleof things to work out.”

Her optical ridges drew low and shecocked her head. “Like what?”

“Well, a date, for one.”

“We can just...do it, at any time,right?”

He nodded. “Well, yes,but...there's a bit of a snag, with that. It's best if both partnersare as close to emotional baseline as possible, or...or else, itmight...it could—”

“What? What's the problem?”

He sighed, once again casting hisgaze towards the mattress beneath them. “If something goes wrongduring the process, the bond could...fracture. A fractured bondis...”

“You don't need to tell me aboutthat, Starscream. At least, not right now. I'm not worried about it.”

“Okay. I'm just...” He paused,thinking about how to phrase his thought. “...Nervous,” hefinally admitted.

“So am I, love, but...honestly,what are the chances of something going wrong?”

“...Not very high. Notnon-existent, not in the slightest, but...the chance is rather low.I...I still want to wait a while before doing it.”

“Of course. What were youthinking?”

“One week from now, measured inhuman time. At night, before recharging.”

“Why a week?”

“It gives us both time to thinkabout it,” he explained. It frustrated her slightly, but...she knewhe had a point. “I don't want to jump into something, and...I don'twant to push you into anything.”

She opened her mouth to retort, buthe held up a hand. “I know. You want to do it. But...I just don'tfeel like making this decision on the same day you learned about itfor the first time is a good idea.”

She looked somehow disappointed, butalso understanding. “...You're right. So, one week, then?”

He smiled warmly, placing a hand onher cheek. “One week.”

~ ~ ~

The lights were dim, and Starscreamsat himself neatly on a chair close to the berth while Sparklightstayed where she was, a fewfeet away.

“Are you sure you're ready forthis?” He asked, his brightly glowing optics piercing through thedim light.

She nodded once. “Yes. I'm ready,Starscream.” She didn't wait for him to beckon her forwards beforewalking up to him herself.

Silently, he helped get her settledon his lap, facing him, chestplates nearly touching.

“Do you want to go first?”

She shook her head. Despite knowingexactly what she was going to say, she still wanted to know if sheneeded to adjust anything to sound...well, not like an idiot.

“Okay.” He took a deep ventbefore starting.

“Sparklight. When I met you, I waslost. It stings to admit it, but I was just...floating along, with noreal purpose. I was resigned to my fate, I was resigned to the factthat I would either die alone on this rock entire galaxiesaway from home, or I would spend the rest of my life being beaten byMegatron. You came along andchanged everything. Even as atiny organic creature, you made an immeasurable impact on my life. Isaw the light shining inside you. You gave up everything so that Imay be blessed with your presence formillions and millions of years, and I will be grateful until the daymy spark goes out. I love you, Sparklight. Open up your spark to me,so we may never be separatedagain.”

Fighting back her tears, she took aslow, deep vent of her own to calm herself.

“Starscream. BeforeI met you...I, too, was lost. My life had no direction, no vibrance,no light. We met by sheer coincidence, and when you asked me to comewith you – to help you – I went. I learned that the help youneeded from me wasn't the help you'd asked for. And as it turns out,I needed your help as well. I willingly left behind everythingbecause you mean so much to me. I would rather have you than all ofthe material possessions on Earth. IfI had to do it all over again, I wouldn't do a single thingdifferently. Everything I do for you, you do for me. We're strongertogether. I love you, Starscream. Open up your spark to me...so wemay never be separated again.”

A moment of silence followed, andtheir chestplates slid open, nearly in perfect unison. The area wasilluminated by the soft blue glow of their sparks through theirchambers – one layer of metal was just not enough to contain thelight emitted.

And then he pulled her the lastcouple of inches in, embracingher tightly.

Their spark chambers met, and energyimmediately began to arc between the metal surfaces. Their opticsclosed and their venting became slow but heavy andslightly labored as theirconsciousnesses combined. It felt like they were both floating, freedof their bodies and reduced to their sparks, inside a cloud, combinedinto one being. They couldtell what the other was feeling, and they both knewthat the other was experiencing the most intense, divine sensationthey'd ever felt.

Suddenly, a thought entered hermind. She didn't hear him speak it, but she knew he sent it.

Are you alright?

Yes, she sent back. Areyou?

Yes.

And that was it – no more words were necessary. Just feelings. Andthey were more than content to sit there bathing in the light oftheir combined love for a while.

Getting tired.

The message decoded itself to him. He began to give off concern, andhe felt an apologetic wave.

Don't be, he said, sendingover reassurance as well. We can stop.

A pause.

Are you sure?

Of course. Don't strain yourself.

Another pause.

Please.

And that was all it took – theypulled apart, the energy stopped arcing, their venting began to ease,and they quickly slid their chestplates shut once more sothat they could lean against each other and recover. It was astrenuous affair – but well worth it.

“Well...” he started, ventingstill labored. “Shall we...go lay down?”

She nodded against him. “Uh-huh.”

Nearly effortlessly, he stood up andhefted her into the air before carrying her the short distance to theberth and laying her down before getting in next to her.

Everything was different now. Theyknew it, yet the words to describe it continued to evade them.

But they both knew that the lovethey shared was stronger than it was before...and it was mostcertainly stronger than their fear.

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Eclipsed Chapter 13

Idk what this chapter is, but it's been so long and I needed to post something so... here it is. Let me know if you think I'm pacing it too fast, or the characterisation is off? I was worried about both whilst writing this. Also, the pace will slow down a lot after this, with the next two or three chapters being continuations of one another, along the course of the same week. No more ungodly time jumps, I promise...

Thank you for your constant patience and support for this fic, I promise I won't give up on it until it is finished, but I honestly have no idea when I will update again. I had the rest of it planned out chapter by chapter, but due to the strange way this one turned out, everything else has been thrown off and I don't really know what to do now. This fic might end up being longer than I imagined, or maybe even a little bit short. I always wanted to stop at around 20 chapters, but we'll see.

Thanks again!!

Maybe This Time, Two Wrongs Make it Right

“He's a stubborn one... it's kind of cute.” The woman identified as Black-widow grinned, fisting Sting's hair and letting her tongue dart out to lick underneath his ear. He shivered at the intrusion, but could not pull away due to the restrains of the snake. “Maybe I'll be the one to take him first.” She hummed.

The only one who had not spoke yet – a man just slightly shorter than Adder – grabbed her wrist and pulled her away.

“Not now, Widow-nee. We have to wait for the order from Master first.” His mask was white, with a red St. Andrew's cross stretching from the top of his eyebrow to the tip of his bottom lip, encompassing the left side of his face. His voice was deep, menacingly so, but his presence was soothing. If his sister was like a graze – stinging and upleasant – then he was the cool balm applied to ease the ache. Sting wasn't sure if he should trust this feeling or not, instead assessing what he knew about the group.

Adder was the leader, and most likely the strongest. He uses shadow magic, but isn't the type to command his friends. Probably weaker in hand-to-hand combat, and relies on his team to finish what he starts.

Bandit is his closest ally, and their magic complements each other. Can use binding snakes and possibly some other form of magic, likely to be something serpent related. Should not be underestimated.

Black-widow does not seem to have any special skills or weapons that make her especially dangerous, unless being insane could be counted. Judging by the manic way she moved, Sting thought it might have to. Her magic is unknown, and her status among the group is unclear. His guard should be up around her at all times, as she is volatile and unpredictable.

Her brother is the most calm and seemingly the least threatening. His name is unknown, as his is status among the group and his magic type. Although he appears placid, the lack of information makes him the most dangerous.

Sting takes a deep, shuddering breath through his nose before he meets their gaze again, each one individually. They all stared back, clearly waiting for what he would do next. If only Sting had though that far. Pushing himself up with his knee, Sting wobbles to his feet, the snake fighting to keeping him down. He needed to free himself from the binds before he can do anything more, but that would involve challenging Bandit one-on-one. If he tried that the other three would intervene, and he would not be able to take on all of them without his magic. First, he needed to divide them.

With a deep growl in his throat, Sting rushes forward and tackles Black-widow. She hisses, her nails digging into his back, no doubt drawing blood. Her hand fumbles in her pocket, producing a round pouch filled with liquid the same colours as her mask. The other three move in unison, and as Bandit draws near Sting swipes his leg out. Bandit barely dodges, his step faltering as he crashes into the large industrial waste bin.

That small gap in concentration is all Sting needs. He tears his arms out with the complete force of a dragon, and the binding snake explodes into a mess of red shards. The one around his mouth is still in tact, and Sting claws at it until it's writhing in his palms. He throws the snake, still in one complete piece, at Adder, and it circles his wrist gladly.

“Holy dragon's roar!” A simple attack that would not deplete much of his magic. It would allow him to assess the abilities of Black-widow and her brother, and give his body time to recover physically from their previous attacks. They all wince against the onslaught of light, Adder's cape is torn and Black-widow's neck stained with blood.

“Bandit!” Adder roared, and immediately the snake drops, slithering across the ground and up Bandit's leg. The four form a circle around Sting, eyeing him up with more of a fearsome glint to their eyes. For a minute, Sting was almost glad that he could not see their full features; it was clear that it was a small step from contempt to murderous rage among this group, and he knew with certainty that he had crossed that threshold.

“Here, Widow-nee.” The nameless brother passes his sister a small capsule, that she takes and gladly swallows. The blood from her neck starts to trickle upwards, towards the wound Sting had caused, and his mask makes sense to Sting. A red cross. He was a healer! Or at least, healing was one of the magics that he possessed. Remembering the fight he had witnessed between the god slayer from Lamia Scale and the dragon slayer from Fairy Tail at the Grand Magic Games, Sting knew better than to underestimate healers.

“Thank you, brother Hunter.” The small ball is still in her hands, and she hurls it at Sting. There's an explosion of pink and blue smoke, and Sting blinks in confusion.

It takes a moment before the pain hits him.

The pink smoke is like fire across his skin, and the blue smoke seeps into the wounds, making them crackle and hiss in the same way salt would. Sting screams in agony, his flesh bubbling in grotesque red welts. He falls to his knees, vomit rising his throat as the smell of his flesh reaches him.

“The pink extracts your sins, and the blue purifies. You must have been particularly bad for it have such an affect, you naughty boy.” She laughs, and Sting lurches forward in a blind rage, reason lost on him in the throes of pain.

The shadows seem to merge with the blanks in his vision, and suddenly Sting is engulfed in them. No matter how much light he produces, they never fully dissipate the shadows, and Sting feels like he is drowning in them, losing his will and his consciousness. He bites his lip hard, tasting the metallic of his own blood. It grounds him, reminds him that he is alive and has to keep on fighting.

He doesn't have a chance.

“Shadow dragon's unholy chasm!”

The shadows that surround Sting now were different; warm and comforting, they protected as much as they offended, holding back the enemy and keeping Sting safe. It was obvious who they belonged to, and Sting felt relief and confusion in equal measures. Although he was glad of Rogue's intervention, he could not comprehend how Rogue had found him, how Rogue was always able to find him.

Once the fog of shadows had cleared slightly, Sting could see Adder and Bandit were unconscious, Black-widow pressed against the wall and Hunter grappling at the shadows around his throat that held him in place. Rogue was at the centre of the chaos, his forehead bleeding, mouth open and panting heavily.

“Sting...” His scarlet eyes, so ferocious when directed at the enemy, were filled with affection for him. Sting leant into Rogue and sighed in content, his wounds almost forgotten as the intense euphoria of winning a fight flooded his system. Rogue helped him to the end of the alley, jaw clenched and eyes still blazing with fury. A car was waiting, engine still humming. Sting eyed Rogue warily before jumping the passenger seat.

“Sting-sama!” Yukino's brown eyes were wide, her face pale. Sting reeled in shock.

“Yukino? What the hell are you doing here?” He asks incredulously.

“It's a long story... Rogue-sama was given the car from Rufus-sama to complete a job in the next city, and he wanted us to accompany him. We were coming to look for you when Rogue-sama caught the trail of your scent, and we found you here.”

“Right...” Sting trails off as he catches a glimpse of Rogue from the window. He's staring into the alley, nostrils flared and eyes villainous. He was so quiet, people often forgot how powerful Rogue could become, especially with the right incentive. Sting imagined that his life being in danger was just that.

The door to the driver side slams, and Rogue's grip on the wheel is almost criminal. He hanks the car into gear and slams his feet onto the pedals, jolting everyone forward. Sting puts his seat-belt on.

“Rogue...”

"Talk to me, Sting." Rogue growled. Sting recoiled from the noise, not used to seeing his friend this passionately furious outside of battle.

"W-what?"

"Talk to me, distract me, do anything to prevent me from going back there and ripping those bastards to pieces!" Rogue slammed his hand down on the steering wheel, nostrils flaring and eyes shining a dangerous shade of red.

Yukino rested her hand gently on Rogue's forearm, and Sting watched the medicinal touch of the calming woman take affect on Rogue. He slumped in the seat, still breathing hard but brow far less furrowed.

"We didn't even get a glimpse of their faces." Sting reasoned quietly.

"Never underestimate the nose of a dragon."

Yukino laughed, but Rogue remained rigid. Sting saw it then, as clearly as the sun rose in the morning sky; the difference between Rogue and Yukino's love. How he was blind to it before, Sting did not know. But it was obvious to him now, and everything else- the men, his friends, this vehicle- fell away as he contemplated the two most important people in his life.

Rogue loved completely and ardently, without consideration of his own well-being. He would die for Sting, and he would kill for him. His life was pure, bred through years of friendship and passion which burnt so hot, Sting was still afraid to touch it.

On the other hand, Yukino's love was innocent. She would not die for Sting, but she was prepared to live for him, and had willingly given up so much in her life just to stay by his side. She was caring and nurturing to the extent where Sting almost considered her to be motherly, and he had to much to be grateful for that she had provided for him. He did not think he would ever truly repay her.

However, that did not change the fact that her love was incomplete. They both shared a secret, one which they had only spoken aloud once in their whole relationship. That secret was the reason why Sting's words bubbled in his throat and toppled out, and he allowed them to do so with ease.

"You really do love me, don't you Rogue?" Sting didn't mean to phrase it as a question, but still Rogue answered.

"Of course I do." He glanced to Sting from the corner of his eye, not as flustered or bashful as Sting had expected him to be, in fact Rogue was nothing except honest. It was Sting who found himself flushed and embarrassed.

“Rogue-sama, could you maybe drop me off at the edge of this street?” Yukino's voice seems to startle Rogue, and Sting realises that Rogue had forgotten her presence in the backseat.

“Yukino, I didn't mean-”

“It's okay, Rogue-sama. I understand.” She smiles sweetly, because she is Yukino and Sting knows she she would never respond in any other way. He feels guilty all of a sudden, as though he has betrayed her trust. Although that was ridiculous; she understands their arrangement as well as he does.

The car rolls to a halt. A thick, tense air settles between the three, and Sting can't work out why, but it makes him feel queasy.

“I'll call Fairy Tail and them to send Wendy-chan to your apartment, Rogue-sama. Make sure that Sting-sama is there for the rest of today. I'll also contact the army and make sure that the group of criminals are taken away.” With one final smile at Rogue and a deft kiss pressed to Sting's forehead, Yukino pushes open the car door and hops out gracefully

The door hasn't even clicked shut before Rogue groans, doubling forward and resting his head on the steering wheel, black hair covering the majority of his pale features. “I completely forgot that you two were dating. I'm so sorry, Sting.”

Sting laughs, earning a concerned look from Rogue. “I asked the question, didn't I? You did nothing wrong, Rogue. Thank you for answering so honestly.” Sting reaches over and rests his hand tentatively on the tense curve of Rogue's knee. Rogue looks shocked and averts his gaze, but says nothing to encourage or reprimand Sting.

Rogue's apartment was only three streets away now, and the streets seemed to get busier the closer they got. For someone to shy, it had never made sense for Rogue to live in the middle of the town.

They park the car and walk up the few steps that lead to Rogue's home. He unlocks the door and they go inside, not a syllable passing between them. Sting had visited Rogue almost every day for years, and was startled by the sudden realisation that the apprehension he was feeling was nothing more than nerves. Their relationship was shifting, and Sting wasn't sure what to or what it meant. But it was definitely different, there was no denying it. He had never felt nervous around Rogue before, not without reason.

“Do you need to bathe your wounds?” Rogue's voice cut through Sting's thoughts, and he jumps at the unintentionally intrusion.

“No! Yes! They... they do need to be washed. Sorry for the bother.” Sting looked to the left and to the right, anywhere but at Rogue's half-amused smirk.

Rogue opens the door to the kitchen, leaving Sting in the hallway.

“I'll get the hot water.”

“Yes!”

“You can move into the living room, if you want.”

“Yes!”

Mentally, Sting was reeling. He was acting no better than a school child around their first love! That fact alone was enough to send his heart into a dizzying frenzy. He kicked off his shoes and made his way into the main living area, where he sits straight, tense, waiting for Rogue to return.

It doesn't take long for Rogue to enter with a basin full of water, some medicinal remedies, a flannel and a towel. Sting feels a strange sense of dejavu to the night Rogue had found him in the bar, but he does not say anything. That was not an especially good night for either of them

“Sting, your shirt...” Rogue places the items on the table, and Sting nods stiffly.

“Right.” He pulls his shirt over his head, but the movement causes pain to shoot down his back, which is prolonged when his hair snags in his earring, and the garment becomes trapped.

“May I?”

Before Sting can respond in the affirmative or negative, Rogue's long, pale fingers, are already working the knot from Sting's hair, and it isn't long before his shirt finds itself on the floor. The cool air of Rogue's apartment against his bare chest causes his muscles to quiver and nipples to harden, and Sting prays to every god and goddess in the sky that Rogue does not notice. He does, of course, and his cheeks flush drastically, eyes gazing adamantly at the basin of water and nothing else. Rogue wets the cloth and wrings the excess from it. It's only when he starts to rub the warmth over Sting's skin that Sting realises something.

“Rogue, since when can you drive? Actually, since when can either of us stand to be in any kind of vehicle?” It was so obvious – blindingly so, in fact – that Sting feels like an idiot for not noticing sooner.

“Rufus started to give me lessons just after I came out of the hospital, and I took my test last month. He remembered that we suffer from motion sickness, so he had a magical barrier sealed around the car which invoked the spell of Troia for the people inside. That's why he lets me take his car on longer jobs, because that way we won't have to take the train.”

Last month... his best friend had been driving for over a month, and he didn't know a thing about it. Sting wasn't sure what that said about him, but he didn't think it was anything good.

“What made you want to learn?” Sting's voice hitched as Rogue ran the cloth over a particularly sore welt on his forearm. Rogue's look is apologetic, and he applies some ointment onto that patch directly before wringing out the cloth once again.

“Well, you suffer more with the motion sickness than I do, and I thought that if I knew how to drive it would make taking jobs easier for us, especially since Rufus guaranteed that we would not get travel sick.” Rogue's tone is bashful, a strand of hair twisting onto his forehead. When he reaches out to rub at Sting's shoulder, Sting grabs his wrist in protest. Rogue glances up, obviously worried that his reason was overstepping a line, but Sting's gaze is soft, and Rogue's body visibly relaxes.

Sting's hand moves to cradle Rogue's cheek, the other tucking the unruly strand of hair back behind his ear. His finger swipes affectionately over the scar on Rogue's nose, and Sting can't ignore the delicate way his heart hammers when Rogue's lips part and his eyes flutter shut.

“You do so much for me, Rogue. I don't think I'll ever deserve you.”

There's no hesitation in Sting's actions. He leans his face down and presses a small, deft kiss onto Rogue's forehead, so softly that he questions whether he even did it at all. But he knows that he did when Rogue's eyes fly open, wide and uncertain, brow tensed and mouth agape.

“Sting...” It's a question, and a prayer, and an exclamation of love. When Rogue whispers Sting's name, it's everything Sting hoped a lover would be; warm and adoring, tinged slightly with dormant desire. Sting shifts from the seat and onto the floor next to Rogue, both on their knees.

“I promised you that I would think about your feelings and give you a proper answer, and I think I'm ready for that now.”

Rogue nods, eyes closing again. His throat bobs, jaw clenches, whole body prepared to take the brute force of Sting's rejection. So when Sting clasps his hands around Rogue's and presses their foreheads together, the shocked gasp that tears itself from Rogue's parted lips is almost surreal.

“The truth is: I don't love you the way that you love me. But, Rogue, I think that I possibly could. Intimacy, it scares me, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to get better. I want to try, Rogue. I want to be there for you in the same way you are for me.”

“Sting... what are you saying? Please, don't talk in riddles. Tell me honestly what you want and where we stand.” Rogue's voice was tight, pained, like he didn't want to expect too much just to be disappointed.

“I'm not saying that we should date, just that we should spend some time together in more obviously non-friendly ways. I want to go on dates with you, Rogue. I want to hold your hand and spend time in your house like I used to. I just... I want to be with you, like we used to be, but different. Not dating... but not friends.” A frown lined Sting's forehead as he realises the incoherency of his words. Nonetheless, the smile that blooms from Rogue's features is breathtaking, and Sting pulls him into an embrace without thinking. The hot flush of Rogue's breath against his bare neck is pleasant, and Sting smiles into Rogue's loose ponytail.

“Shit!” Rogue jerks away, face contorting into a feature of pure horror.

Immediately, Sting panics. “What's wrong?”

“What about Yukino?”

Sting scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, a toothy grin threatening his lips. “She... kinda loves someone else.”

Rogue blinks once, twice, thrice, before a venemous glare takes a hold of him, and he pushes Sting against the settee. “You're telling me that you've been dating for months, knowing full well that it was never going to last between you?”

“Well, she thought that she was too insecure to be in a relationship, and I wanted to see if I could overcome my issues with intimacy, so it was really more of a mutually beneficial partnership than a real relationship, although I do love her very much.”

Huffing, Rogue folds his arms and sticks out his bottom lip. Sting laughs airily. “I don't really understand why you're mad about this, honestly.”

He sighs, rubbing a small circle into his temple. “I'm just frustrated. I've been avoiding you because I didn't especially want to spend time with you and your girlfriend, and it turns out you were never serious about her in the first place.”

Sting bumps their shoulders together, placing his arm loosely around Rogue's shoulder, who shyly reaches up to link their hands together. Sting squeezes happily, the grin he had tried so hard to suppress finally taking over.

“I just have to help Yukino get the person of her dreams now, that's all. Still, it worked out okay in the end.”

Rogue looks from their interlocked fingers, to Sting's naked chest, to his toothy, carefree smile.

“Yeah... it did.”

[worldofsurvivorcomoros-blog]

VERONICA’S JURY QUESTIONS

okay, so i wanna start this off by saying that i really do love the both of you a lot and i had so much fun playing with the both of you <3 secondly, i didn’t 100% show just how genuinely upset i was when i was voted out because i wanted to be nice and non dramatic and what not BUT since we did tribal so early in the day i had time to wipe my tears, get over the sadness i felt, and then let my sadness fester into petty bitter extraness. so with that being said i know i promised regan my vote already but that’s off the table so i can i have some sort of leverage to get y’all to answer/do my three part questions/demands. which i know y’all weren’t wondering but in spirit of being petty i specifically chose 3 parts because i got 3rd place. hehe.

PART ONE – ROP! because i was in the final 3 with y’all, i didn’t get a ROP from either of you and so i want one now, and yes flattery will get you everywhere but i want a genuine 100% honest thoughts about me and memories in the game and whatnot shit which should be simple enough and like it doesn’t HAVE to be at least 300 words….but it’d be nice :////

PART TWO – POEM! i want a poem written about me and i want it to rhyme preferably not half assed and in good length but this one is very iffy just because if its super short but really good then it will be okay and i just wanna smile and or nod my head in agreement so do with that what you will

PART THREE – QUESTIONS! just so i’m not a completE troll in my jury statement/question thing i will ask some genuine questions about your game play and etc.

–– REGAN

1. you said time and time again that you wanted to see me in the f2 with you and you always talked about loyalty between us. if you would have won the final immunity, would you have taken me?

2. you’re possibly the most emotional player i’ve ever encountered……..ever. why should i give you my vote when you let your feelings cloud your judgement and actions in game?

3. what would you say are the strengths and weaknesses in andrew’s gameplay?

–– ANDREW

1. ok so forgive me bc u already know i don’t know much about survivor, but explain to me in detail about your specific strategic side of your gameplay because from how i see it the only truly 100% strategic thing (and not just social) you did was use the sapphire idol, and even that didn’t go as you planned, so to me as of right now i only see your entire gameplay as – talk to everyone and then rely on winning comps or youre out

2. as you said in your speech, you had it easy pre-merge because you were always on the winning tribe, but i still don’t see why i should vote for someone who only really had to play and do heavy gameplay towards the middle to end versus regan who didn’t have the cushion of immunity pre-merge and had to work her way to the end. can you explain to me why i should still vote for you although you didn’t work as hard as regan?

3. why didn’t you tell me you were voting me out in pms like i had asked you the night before :///

IN CONCLUSION –– i really do love you both as people and a large part of why comoros is my favorite survivor game i’ve played is due to you both and i don’t make any promises to not make half joking/half genuine bitter comments about this game (esp to u andrew) but i wish you both the best of luck and i will be voting based on responses to my question/statements and to others and from what i know about each of your gameplays and hopefully YALL don’t hate me after this extra ass mess that i had to do bc like if i’m not gonna win or get the runner up spot then i’m gonna have fun and being the bitter bitch that i am

ROP: You were my closest ally in this game and you know that. I felt like karen and andrew were on the top of our alliance and we were on the bottom so I'm glad you and I flipped it was the right move. And thank you so much for listening to me in the karen vote. Means a lot because without you I could not have done it. It would've went to rocks. it changed our games for the better.

Poem: I hope I won't lose your vote because of what I wrote. The fact that you're mad makes me really sad. Remember before you went you promised me your vote is that really what you meant?? I cannot write well, I'm sorry writing a good poem to you would take a spell. I really think you will keep your word I hope, or else I don't know how to cope.

Questions 

1) yes I would have taken you. If that meant I would have lost 9-0 (or something idk I'm bad at counting) then that really sucks. But when I tell people I'm sticking with them I will. I was very loyal to you and daisy and I only voted daisy out because I had to choose. I hoped to win immunity so it would be us 2 like we always planned. I felt that we were on a more equal playing field and plus I wanted to see you at the end with me

2) I'm sorry that I was Emotional I guess my feelings do affect my game a lot. but nothing anyone said to me or did to me personally affected who I was voting out. Karen was always extremely kind to me and I have zero reason to hate her. same with daisy. but I had to vote them both out. I did what was best for my game. so why I would say emotional things, I wouldn't act on it. or  else my game would've gone differently and Luke would've gone earlier because I was upset by things said by him. Veronica I may have been mad at you due to another game but I didn't let that affect my final 2 with you despite saying it might. you were always someone I wanted to be loyal to.

3) Strengths: -Very good physically. tried so hard in every challenge like he even brought his laptop to class in order to win final 4 immunity. that's commitment -Commitment. as I mentioned before he never gave up even though after Karen's vote he may have felt dead in the water. he tried to convince us to keep him and also never gave up on immunity and had an immunity streak going until the end. -Loyalty: he was extremely loyal. I don't think that until the final 4 he was planning on voting out you me or karen. he wanted it to be us 4 in the final 4 and it hurt him that Karen left. like emotionally not his game play really.

RoP - Whew I really hate what I ended up doing to you in this game. And I don’t think any amount of apologizing will be able to make it better. But I am glad that you still want to continue this friendship because I very much do as well. When we both first saw we were not only in this game together but on the SAME TRIBE, it was hilarious. We were both freaking out and made sure we were gonna have each other’s back. You were not only an awesome ally, but an awesome friend to have as well. Like I told Daisy in her RoP, it’s become more difficult lately for me to kind new people I could really befriend in games because it’s the same people playing a lot of the time. And while we were friends already, this game helped out a lot. We were always so excited in PMs together, and honestly one of my favorite memories of this game is gonna be the call we did for the checkers challenge where we just kept cracking jokes about the mess that was happening. I loved playing with you and getting closer to you this game, and I really look forward to continuing the friendship. Thank you for being the ally and friend that you were, even though I ended up doing what I did at the very end. Ily mom <3

Poem -

Veronica, my mom You are the bomb diggity. Yes With a goodnight streak You make everyone weak Memes for days Queen of the gays Lady Gaga who?_Veronica_

Roses are red Veronica is our queen Her messages will light up any laptop screen She won Mystic Falls And we march down the halls Chanting so strong queen? Veronica

Mother of Sinnoh Queen of Comoros How we love her so Veronica

1 The talking to a lot of people aspect of my game was to open the doors for me to implement the strategies I wanted. You won’t know how people are voting and you can’t get people to vote the way you want them to without talking to them. And that’s what I had to do. A big part of this game was making sure people voted the way I wanted them to, because this was a game of split votes. At least at the merge. There was so much that could’ve gone wrong with the Sapphire Idol play (which ended up benefitting me anyway) and all of the other votes up to Drew’s elimination due to his idol. So split votes had to be implemented. And with a split vote comes a lot of talking and pushing different agendas onto people as to convince them to vote a certain way. Get this person to vote person number 1 for one reason and get another person to vote person 2 for this reason. If you want an example of a plan other than the Sapphire Idol, we could move to Drew’s vote out. This required getting Luke on our side, making sure that Daisy would be on board for the vote, and getting the alliances together to split the votes the way we wanted them to. It also required the convincing of Drew that Luke was the one going home so that he would not only protect Luke but make himself vulnerable to be voted out. There’s so much that goes into these plans that I spent a lot of time working out the necessary voting distributions that I wanted to go down. And I’d say I had a good success rate overall. Through working with alliances and talking to various people separately, a lot of my strategy ended up working.

2 I understand the dilemma of not wanting to vote someone who as safe all of pre-merge. However, that’s something that was very much out of my control. It’s very circumstantial how the tribal immunity wins play out, and you fight to win those as to see another couple days in the game. So, I’m hoping that isn’t something that devalues or discredits my game. And like I said in my opening statement, I used that time to make the necessary social bonds I needed to in order to get me to the end. I know that Regan had to go to some tribals, but what I had heard from during the swap is that Regan was never really in any danger. From what I had gathered, Karen, Drew, and Regan were going to be too tight-knit to be broken pre-merge, and they stayed together throughout all of the pre-merge. So I’m hoping this doesn’t discredit my game, especially because people like Daisy and Chris, who played good and respectable games up to their eliminations, could have potentially faced the same criticism as well had either or both of them made it to the end.

3 I honestly, truly had no figured out what I was doing that night. I dunno how much you believe that, but it’s the truth. You and Regan as well as the hosts all knew that night I was very overwhelmed with irl situations, and I really kinda just won the immunity, stayed online for a little bit, and logged out to clear my mind from not only this game but what was giving me anxiety irl as well. This isn’t something to make you pity me or feel bad for me, it’s just the truth that I was already very overwhelmed that night, and when things like that happen I always tell myself and other people to get offline for a bit if it means you’ll be calmer. So, when I woke up late the next morning and made my decision, I went to you guys in the chat, waited for you both to be present, and revealed it to you both. And that’s all the 100% truth.

[survivoremathia]

Ep. 8 - "I'm Fully Ready to Amass an Army" - Matthew

http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158417598191/announcement

http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158440201536/merge-tribe-name-and-buff-announcement

http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158440315206/reward-2-survivor-auction

RYAN PALMER

So my wonderful alliance, The Fam, is not something I plan on being a part of for very much longer rn. The Jay vote was handled completely wrong. I mean....I'm not upset it was him...but the way we did it....no. First of all I was told we were voting Jay not asked. In fact...Trevor just stated "I'm voting for Jay." What the fuck. That's not how alliances work. And then we didn't tell Isaac or David. And during this Trevor told me that Scott was voting for Isaac but clearly Owen knew he was getting that vote. I'm over it. I talked and apologized to David and Isaac about it last night and basically threw Trevor under the bus to them. Then we merged! And I told Matt about everything. He seems to really like J.D. and Ali so I am fine with working with them if comes to it. Matt really is my #1 ally at this point so I hope things work out. I am sure Trevor/Owen/Lydia will be pissed at me but this is just a game so it's not personal....I just don't like they way Trevor is playing rn.

LOGAN

Okay so full rundown of merge! I think I'm in a bad position right now, but I really want to have a F2 with Duncan. I think between my sunshiney personality and duncan being duncan we could probably get there? Maybe? Idk. Still scared of trevor, but maybe people will see me as less of a threat now that the other bangladesh peeps are gone. RIP rob and eddie, you are missed. 

DUNCAN

Oh my god they killed Jay! That's literally so sad :'( Jay mom wasn't lying when she said this was going to be an intense season. It's already been filled with tears, but now that we've merged, here comes the blood. I don't think I'm on the top of anyone's hit lists, but I'm not in a safe spot  rn so I could  be an easy peasy merge boot. But just happy to be here at the end of the day. Making merge every Athena game? nNut!! Now I have to get through 10/11 more votes....................party! I know Samuel trusts me bc I have him that idol and spit shined his ass the last tribal. Logan and I are kind of at a weird place. We trust each other more than other people but we need to find a fucking home or else we're gonna be get our torches snuffed back to back. As for merging with the other tribe? I'm so relieved to be back with Owen. Like thank the fucking lord there's someone who I can trust again bc all these players are dangerous as get out. I'm a lamb in a pack of wolves. The gag is I'm a wolf in a lamb costume. What I need to do is just law low for a couple rounds while not taking any power position and just strengthen bonds with my tribe mates. Idc who the vote is as long as I can make sure the vote isn't for me and I'm not next on the to go list. I want to do a f3 with Owen and Trevor bc they'll always be a threat as a duo before me, Owen had my back, and I can't get Owen to ever vote out Trevor so why not just work with him? Right? Ummm other things to say? I'm so glad I got the merge tribe name! Oizys! The goddess of misery and anxiety! Everything I've been feeling since this game has begun :-) although it's been stressful I've had a good time bc of how intense this season is. And if I win it, it will be definitely earned. Getting to the end in monuriki was kind of like a cake walk I'm not gonna lie. Getting to the end in motu? Emotionally draining? But with idol help it was manageable to get to the end. This time? Nothing could have prepared me for this. Like, this is so much more intense. It's not only a new ballpark, it's an entirely new game altogether. With merge happening the game has been reset and we'll see if I can play slither or sheep my way into some group. 

TREVOR

https://youtu.be/EwI-sf7ATD0

DAVID

Im here to step it up! I hate all of my alliance for making me not vote with them but also i have no one else I care about so i HAVE to stick with them those BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways MERGE ITS HERE I DID IT MOM. I still dont have Scott added so theres that

MATTHEW

Merge time! So, a 13 person merge with a 5-4-4 original tribe split is hot as hell and I'm proud of us as a cast for being so messy that we've kept the numbers super even. With the swaps and drama that's been going down, it's really difficult to judge at this point where exactly the lines are going to be drawn for the rest of this game. Numbers wise, people who have had bad blood previously are going to have to kiss and make up just to survive which is GLORIOUS for me, especially because I'm already working on becoming BFFs with Logan again after we found ourselves on opposite sides during the first NuOthrys vote. Duncan still seems to be difficult, however, because we don't even talk but I already hear he's doing things that are contrary to what I want to happen in this game and it's just a whole lotta yikes. As of right now, there's one person that sticks out like a sore thumb as a huge target, and that's my old pal Trevor. I absolutely adore Trevor, we were really close a long time ago and I still view him as an absolute sweetheart and great person, but he apparently hasn't been doing himself any favors in this game. Obviously, he has some major connections; a boyfriend for starters, and a BFF in Lydia. Even though that's only a small three, it's the same sort of fear I had about the Bangladesh trio. When you have a group of people who are so close, they basically function as one vote, which is really hella scary down the line because if you needed to flip someone it's not happening. I don't think it would be absolutely necessary to split them up this early, but Trevor has gone to the labyrinth like every single round. I know he knows about the coveted Door #9, which I've had my eye on since literally round 2 of this game, and it really scares me that he could have a whole lot of advantages that I don't know about. Another thing is that I've been able to meet back up with Ryan, my original closest ally on the starting tribes. According to him, Trevor lead the Jay blindside and left a lot of people uncomfortable. Apparently, he's also been making alliances left and right with basically everybody. I don't doubt this at all, especially because Trevor told me the night we merged that he wanted to bring Sam and I into his majority. That's awesome because it keeps his target off of me and sorta lets me know what he's planning, but it also sketches me out that he's playing so hard. I definitely think he will be able to shoot himself in the foot eventually, but I kinda view Trevor as an easy target that I can use to build trust with other people. When you make a big move, it really bonds people together, which is why I always trusted in The Hydra alliance of myself/Sam/JD/Ali. If we make another big move by dethroning Trevor, I can continue to solidify bonds with a much larger group of people. Anyway, the auction throws even MORE items into the game, because it's not like we already have an ENTIRE ROOM IN THE LABYRINTH where anyone can willy nilly pick up unlimited extra votes at any time right? I've been perusing my options here, but I've been tempted this entire time to bid on what Trevor is bidding on to prevent him from going to the labyrinth. I don't think this is the smartest idea for me because it exposes my hand very early and also would prevent me from going to the labyrinth and getting my hands on whatever is behind Door #9. My best course of action is just to be vigilant when results are posted and beat Trevor to the punch. The current plan of action is to weaken Trevor in any way possible and go in for the kill. I'm fully ready to amass an army to take him down that I can hopefully ride out for a few rounds. I'm definitely going to be putting myself out there, but with Trevor is gone, these people are going to need a shield. And I'm just going to be the shield that they can trust for a while.

OWEN

Lmao so there's a SECRET SECRET on this tribe behind the ninth torch door and I have a big feeling that everyone knows about it. So it's literally become a race to the labyrinth. I've already taken two major L's tonight with the auction items I got being useless and/or disadvantageous SO!!!! Hopefully I can get to that damn door first. [9:00:07 PM] Jay Berghuis (Emathia Host): The labyrinth is now open and I am getting off the train. [9:00:09 PM] Owen: Can I go to the labyrinth pls It literally took me two seconds so fingers crosst huh! Update: Fuck my life. I hate my luck in this game. I'm sixth. Anyways.... This merge of 13? W H E W. Once again, this game has been some kind of amalgamation of seriously weird relationships. There's Trevor, Ryan, and Lydia which is probably my closest like "collective" alliance here. But then there's Matt and David who are other tie-ins to Ryan since the four of us had an alliance too. But then there's Sam, who I want to work with, but I can tell he trusts Trevor more than me, which makes sense since they started together. AND THEN DUNCAN SOMEHOW HAS TO FIT INTO ALL OF THIS because at the beginning of the game I swore allegiance to him, but he has never fit into the other plans or groups I've made?? And then there are the newbies, Ali and JD. I really wanted to start this game with newbies on my side. I REALLY wanted to get to play with new people. And I really do like Ali. But Ali/JD are already doing what Sam says I'm pretty sure, and like.... They want to work with Trevor which probably includes me but as a fifth or sixth? Idk. And then there's like Logan/Isaac/Scott who I think are probably the most on the outs. It's strange because the pairing of Sam/Trevor has attachments to Ali/JD/Duncan and Lydia/Ryan/myself, with Matt falling somewhere in there too. It's a huge shit show orgy of alliances and I don't like it because it's not fun. I don't know why but I'm really not having fun. I know too many people in this game and not in a good way. I don't feel like I can truly do what I want because I have to keep in mind a balancing act with so many other relationships. I don't want to screw Trevor, I don't want to screw Duncan. I don't know. The whole Sam and Trevor thing makes it harder too. And I'd like to think I have Duncan as a number one, I probably do, but I can't be sure whether Duncan will think I'm lying or not. So what I need to do for a bit is just, let things be as they are. There are still 13 people in this game. I've proved in the past that I'm willing to make a move, I'm willing to flip a script, I'm willing to go against a majority. I've done it all. But like... This is a true Greek God-like family where the family tree gets all fucked up cause people can't keep their penises in their pants!!!!!!!!!!!! So I'll let the Gods eat each other's heads, fuck each others wives, swallow each other's children, do all that shit, and at the end of the day hopefully I'll be here in a few rounds to look at all of the pieces left and pick up the ones I want. Until then, my short-term goals are miniscule: don't get voted out, and keep Duncan safe. I literally have no luck in this game. I can't rely on an idol or any other power. I get the same damn message FOUR TIMES in a row. And two seconds wasn't fast enough to get anything else out of it. So :) Let them use their powers on each other and maybe they'll forget about me when they think about all the other people doing shit! Whew!

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I cannot believe the shit Ali tells me???? Like Trevor and I are talking and Trevor's telling me all this stuff that Ali said about the labyrinth and everything and like sadfkhfjd Ali literally told me all this too and we've been talking for less than 24 hours. It's like... Good because information, bad because everyone else gets the same info?? But now he's trapped in the labyrinth so I guess he can't spill all the tea anymore!!!! oOPS! And JD.... JD. I love this girl because she doesn't quite understand.... And I want to be friends with her too I'm cryin fksjddhfsjd these newbies are something else huh!

LOGAN

SO. THANK YOU MATT FUCKING SUMMERS. Matt comes to me before labyrinth opened and he goes "So there's this locked door that opens post-merge that both Trevor and I know about." And I FUCKING WENT IN THE DOOR CUZ I GOT FIRST PICK. AND GUESS WHO HAS AN EXTRA VOTE?

http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158455510956/immunity-challenge

JD

Sooooo, I've really not good with auctions. I mean, that really isn't a surprise i guess. But all well. My alliance got some stuff and that's what matters... Partly Because it can still benefit me and partly because now i know what a lot of people got/ what it does

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I feel... Much bad. Like i feel so stupid for questioning Trevor. This is way your not supposed to talk to anyone outside the game about the game. I shouldn't question him really because him really because i feel like him and Lydia both want to take me or and or Ali to the final. 'i helped carry a newbie with me, while protecting myself' they'll have another thing coming though if that's their plan. 

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Omg ALI!! I'll come for you! We'll find out..... After tribal though~ it sucks because i cant communicate with my closet partner. So i just hope he's okay with what I do for tribal... Even though it's all basically the same as we've been playing.

http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158512844281/announcement

ALI

https://youtu.be/Odf-Lk8GHIo

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Can I just apologise for chewing gum in my last video confessional? It sounds super distracting and annoying- sowwy! :)

TREVOR

https://youtu.be/HaJC-MgoVqU