#or when they uuuuuh you know exist

[starrysharks]

i wonder if white people specifically white progressives realise that black people are only ever seen as their skin color first and foremost

[reikunrei]

me thinking abt my 0.2 followers that are interested in stranger things: hey guys what if i made a casual stranger things chat discord server

[tbposting]

it took a lot of asking but riot finally deigned to discuss the lore of their billion dollar video game franchise

i absolutely called it that riot was going to retcon the Brackern/Hextech connection out of existence, but i didn't call that they'd use Arcane as the excuse to do it with. i thought they'd just quietly retcon it away with the skarner update without offering much explanation.

they say they're going to give seraphine an update to fit the new status of hextech which made me laugh a bit because, like, y'all already retconned her lore to hell and back when it turned out you had severely failed to read the tone of her connection to the brackern and launched her with a story that essentially implies she uses slave labor to be a pop star. I remember fucking marc merrill throwing the writers under the bus on twitter about it like an absolute douchecanoe.

and then, instead of engaging with any of the ways in which seraphine's powers of empathy generation could be incredibly interesting when paired with the brackern narrative that casts them as essentially brutalized victims of colonization for Piltover profit, you just go "uuuuuh, no, wait, she can't hear the brackern actually ha ha ha whoopsie doopsie." like, literally just nerfing her powers, but doing nothing to alleviate the horrible implications. "oh yeah, no, she still uses the enslaved soul of a brutalized species to power her platform, but now she doesn't know she's doing that, which I think we can all agree means the problem is solved."

hopefully they actually give her a new story that engages with her abilities beyond just "she is good at being a pop star" - building on the LoR version of the character, I would hope - but I fear it's more likely they just do the minimum viable edit and just find-delete any reference to consciousness in hex-crystals.

as for skarner himself, well he's Ixtali now so they'll probably still square him up against piltover's colonizing incursions into Ixtal, but more in a "primordial protector of the natural world" kind of way than "lone avenger reclaiming his people's stolen bodies." which, y'know, okay, sure, why not, but I would very much like him to have a more compelling character motivation than "preserve the status quo because nature and balance or something."

my big fear is they'll use the update as an opportunity to make camille a good guy or more sympathetic. like, house ferros made its fortune by selling the souls of a sentient species as batteries, knowingly, and camille was a ideologically committed defender of that decision, and that made her an interesting villain. but they've been humanizing the living hell out of her and i am real worried they're just going to tip straight on over into "oh no the authoritarian enforcer for the bourgeois power structure is sympathetic actually, she's really nice once you get to know her, she's just misguided" and ffffffffff

just... please let camille be evil. let her be a villain, please for the love of god

[wanderlustmagician]

heyheyheyheyhey

uuuuuh

ramble about some weird history fixation of yours

plz <3

Ooooooooo :3 you have said the magic words

I tried answering this from my phone twice and it wiped it. So had to wait on the tablet xD

I've always enjoyed doing research and reading on various bad ass women in history. I find it so fun and fascinating that several different countries can say that they're at their most prolific and successful when they're ruled by a Queen. It's usually the Kings where a lot of the drama is, but even then the Queens are being bad asses behind the scenes.

One area of history I circle back to a lot is Henry VIII and his wives. Mostly his wives, they're honestly the more interesting ones in that trainwreck. Catherine of Aragon was essentially being held hostage after her first husband, Arthur, and Henry's elder brother died suddenly. Arthur is super kind of tragic, to me. A lot of what little records of him remain show a very lonely existence. He didn't really get to be around his family a lot and grew up with a lot of expectations resting on him. He was only 15 when he died. Anyways Henry's father, Henry VII (and don't get me started on the naming thing back then, I do my family's ancestry stuff and it makes me absolutely CRAZY), didn't want to lose a very profitable alliance with what was a united Spain and, if I remember right, also didn't want to return her very expensive dowry. So he just... refused to send her back?? So rude. Anyways, little future Henry VIII spends that time learning the things he didn't get to learn when he was the spare and wooing Catherine. It works. She is successfully wooed.

They're married for 20 years. Two decades. The people LOVE her. She is an A+ Queen according to the people. She's invested in the arts, she's investing creating a culturally diverse court. She sponsors young noble ladies to go learn about the courts, culture, and arts in other ladies countries/courts. Anne Boelin is one these ladies she sponsored. We can get to her another day though. Catherine is emulating her mother, Isabella I of Castille, and her court. Things she learned at her mother's knee growing up. Being from Spain, she was a very devout Catholic as was her daughter, Mary.

Then after many years of being a devoted queen, suffering through the trauma and agony of many miscarriages and children lost young or stillborn, and having to live as a hostage - Henry VIII betrays her by casting away their now formerly shared faith, disavowing their marriage and casting away their daughter, and imprisoning her till she eventually dies. She never gets to go back to Spain, never sees her daughter again, and is forced to die dishonored and alone.

And what's worse, to me, is that Henry VIII loved her, but when it came down to making a choice between his wife and his legacy... he absolutely made the wrong choice and then kept making it. By the time of his death, he'd thrown both away.

I could have kept going but this was getting long and if I started on Anne Boelin, I wouldn't have been able to stop. Henry VIII did Catherine of Aragon dirty, but so did his father and a lot of the people in her life ( I think the only person who was ever on her side was Arthur, her first husband, but he died after like five months... so who knows how long that energy would have lasted.) However, Anne Boelin got done almost worse for how much he loved her versus how he handled the end.

I dunno if this is what you were hoping for but tadaaaa. Thank you for the ask Somer <3

[false-skies]

Tag 9 people you want to know better

Tagged by the lovely @bananapolis !!

Favorite Colors

Honestly, any variation or purple, blue or magenta will do it for me. I am a simple girl

Currently reading: A touch of Darkness By Scarlett St.Clair. I picked it up because I thought the cover was pretty.

Last Song I listened to: Personal Cathedrals by Aly and AJ. Listened to them when I was a kid, and recently rediscovered them a month ago. 

Last Series: uuuuuh show wise, I’ve recently finished spy x family. Starting up the Devil is a Part-timer Season 2. Game wise? Working my way through the mainline Resident Evil Games although I’ve looked at them completely out of order. Currently on the Resident Evil 2002 remake, then will move to RE5

Last Movie: Everything Everywhere All at Once had me crying bc i related to it so much

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: SWEETS. I am a sugar girl through and through. I can easily be bribed with a snickers bar

Currently working on: Commissions and Recovery (i broke my ankle a month ago and have been stuck in the house ever since)

uuuuuuuuuuh this side blog has not been in existence long enough for me to be besties with anyone yet so I don’t have 9 people to tag. I do have some people in mind but i am way too shy to tag em (SCREAMS) 

but this was cute!!

actually you know what. fuck it. we ball. @lovesakusa @chrissie2003 @kagejima @pulchritxde​ @kentoszn​

none of ya’ll are obligated to do this!! i tagged yall cause yall post the good shit™

[skeletonlover69]

after WEEKS of trying i finally had a dream with sans again (u/////////u

ive only dreamnt of him twice, and i was pining really hard for him both times but he either didnt notice or he pretended not to. i mean in one im sure he didnt notice (we were ghost hunting. undyne was there too).

then came a period of weeks where no matter what i did he wouldn't come to me again. its strange cause even if i looked at something for 5 minutes i would end up dreaming about that instead of sans. who im literally thinking of all the time.

so it was frustrating and sad and kinda pathetic ngl. and i ended up thinking he was avoiding me. and i said so, as if talking to him. "youre avoiding me arent you. you really are"

and maybe thats why i ended up seeing him again because i guilt tripped my brain into dreaming about him.

it was funny. and my dreams are always a jumbled mess. but first he was riding an elephant pokemon that does not exist lol. we all were and it was great.

then in another part of the dream he was with me and we were out on the store buying. he tried to take an item that belonged to the cashier (look. he was taking the whole ass credit card terminal alright) and when she drew attention to it he went "oh, this? its our baby." while cradling it in his arms. the bit was SO funny to me and so embarrassing that i ended up snorting and putting my head on his shoulder to hide.

he was really warm

anyways i "woke up" in the dream and he wasnt there anymore but i felt really happy and uuuuuh other things. then i woke up for real and realized i had slept in.

you know what in retrospective maybe its the anti stress medicine im taking

[cassynite]

36 and 37 for Sparrow! And maybe 4 for Crow?

Aaah thanks so much for the questions!!

36. Tell us something about your OC that doesn't make it onto the page?

Hmmmm. This one's difficult! I talk so much about Sparrow at this point that I'm not sure there's anything I know about her that I haven't already said!

Okay, here's one, though I'm not totally sure I haven't spoken about it before--Sparrow technically does not actually have a celestial "ancestor" in a typical sense. Instead, her aasimar nature comes from her parents' encounter with a Garuda during their travels, who exposed Sparrow's nascently-pregnant mother with celestial energy that gave Sparrow her feathers.

37. Your character has been kidnapped. Who has kidnapped them and how do they escape?

Uuuuuh oh man. Discounting the canonical kidnapping that occurred in Battlebliss? Sparrow's pretty powerful, an angel that's like three and half steps away form demigodhood status by the end of game, so I have a hard time imagining anyone successfully kidnapping her unless it's like, a god.

Pre-canon, if Sparrow gets kidnapped in her life it's probably when she's an adolescent and still existing as Evaethi's body double. Gregoriath's opinions on his family's importance and the likelihood of Evaethi being murdered in retaliation are mostly paranoia, but it is Cheliax, and House Thrune is absolutely the type to actually kidnap or kill someone to make a statement. Sparrow would probably play a terrified, near-silent captive, playing along with any demands and hiding her combat ability, waiting until the moment she can unleash her magic, grab a sword, and get the hell out of dodge, running and hiding from her captors until she could find her way back to familiar territory. At no point would she ask for help and would be wary of anyone who did try to lend her a hand.

4What do they consider to be an unforgivable action? Why?

OOOOH GOOD QUESTION. Main answer: betrayal. If he lets you in his confidence, he has given you a measure of trust that he expects to be treated with the importance it deserves. Like Sparrow, he's hard to truly get close to, but if you manage it and then betray him--either by rejecting the person he is under his masks, working against his ultimate goals, or some combination of the two--he will get. Very angry. Woe betide anyone who turns against that trust and disappoints him so. He will not forgive and he will not forget, and one day you will bear the consequences of your actions.

[leofrith]

Tag 9 people you want to know better

Tagged by @alethiometry 🥰

3 ships: the ones currently most on my mind because it honestly changes from day to day. eivor polycule when? eivor/leofrith, eivor/randvi, eivor/kassandra

1st ever ship: i feel like the first one i ever got relatively invested in was probably abby and jimmy in harper's island, a mini-series that absolutely nobody has ever seen or heard of :')

Last song: maleachi by apparat. on repeat since yesterday.

Last movie: i literally have no idea uuuuuh. i think the last movie i actually sat down and watched was the uncharted movie on the plane ride back from italy and fellas. it was not good. and also very sad if true because that was more than two months ago lmao (i've been watching a lot of tv instead)

Currently reading: laziness does not exist by devin price

Currently watching: the last kingdom, andor, and vikings which i am struggling to finish but i'm already four seasons deep :(

Currently consuming: water. it's 10:30pm and i am dehydrated

Currently craving: i really want a coffee tbh. but once again it is 10:30pm and i am dehydrated

i’m tagging: @deathstars, @niwara, @variantoutcast, @beroyas, @eivorswolfkissed, @orphiceonian, @madhyanas, @jester-mereel, @woahpip (no pressure obviously !!!)

[wildcatofgreen]

"So, tell me, Carol," the old hound found herself back on the couch, motioning for the other dog and the feline to take a seat on a stool or two. She had apparently brought them home from a book signing a couple decades back--an accidental thievery, Carol had guessed? "How many water dragons do you know of right now?"

This left the feline stunned for a moment, standing at her stool instead of sitting. How many? Wasn't Lilac the only one?

Or... maybe this older Milla met Lilac's parents or something. It'd make sense, to be fair--you see your daughter on the news pronounced dead and their only friend is a famous romance novelist, apparently. No wonder she'd met them by now.

Wait, no--that wouldn't work at all. Lilac's parents would have to know what she looked like in the first place, and according to her she was taken as an egg.

Hm...

The feline spoke, timidly, "Uh... I only know about Lilac, ma'am--"

"Oh please, Carol!" The hound gave a hearty chuckle, picking up her cane and pointing it at the cat, "I may be old, but that's no reason to be so polite! Stones--one moment you see authority and you start acting all prissy! "You're just like your sister, you know that?"

!!!

The feline's eyes widened, her hand clutching at her shirt. "S-Sis? Cory? You... you know her?"

"Mhm!" She hummed with a smile, "Once you get to know her, Coral's really not all that--"

"CORAL?!?!?!" Her ears drooped, she stepped back--tripping over the stool and falling on her rear.

"Relax, Carol," the hound waved it her reaction off like it was nothing, "She's not the same Coral you knew--not anymore at least." She sighed, as if to reminiscence. Her gaze locked onto a wall, leaning on her cane, "Things are different here, remember? Therminia and Bakuna didn't exist back when you're from. You two didn't die back then either."

Her expression softened, eyes gazing at the floor.

Right. She shouldn't be so caught up in people knowing that name--not here anyway. Who the hell knows what happened to her in this universe? Especially since Carol...

Eugh. It was so fucking morbid to think about. She hated it. She hated how everything was so different, how all these places and all these people she knew weren't the same.

Everything changed.

All because of her.

...

All because of him. If that bastard never killed her Lyli--

RING RING RING RING RING

RING RING RING RING RING

RING RING RING RI--

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?"

The feline flipped her phone out of her pocket, answering it groggily. Her husband looked on with curiosity, a brow raised.

...

Oh stones it's fucking Zao. What the hell does he want--

The little red panda starts to go on about a certain... incident, involving a green hawk the other day.

Right. She almost forgot about that.

"Uuuuuh-huh. Lemme jus', stop you right there. "You wanna host it, right? You dun't gotta try an' hide it, bro."

And the red panda acts all sheepish, talking like he has no idea what she's talking about, that if she wants it done at the 'Sphere then she can have it done that way, because woah she's the Battlesphere Champion and she gets what she wants and--

"It's too early for this, Zao. Yes, we'll do it at the Battlesphere. We still gotta set up a date an' whatever for it, but--"

Then he's talking about how he already has that stuff settled.

"Bro, come on. Ya can't jus' spring that kind of shit on us like that. It ain't jus' me you're ropin' in now. "Lets like, at least talk about what we're doin' there, alright? Do a 'lil meetin' first 'ta talk about all the logistics an' whatever--then we can get 'ta the--"

Now he's whining. Whining about how boooooooooring it all is.

"Yeah, well--I ain't lettin' another Battlesphere Blitz happen 'ta me, alright? 'Less ya wanna lose two of your most valuable stars, hotshot."

She looked over at Sony, who gave her the cheekiest grin imaginable.

A groan heard over the phone, followed by a resounding ''FIIIIIIIINE''. Stones, what a baby.

"Great. Awesome. Outstanding. Amazing. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go finish my sleep, thank you."

Click!

Pain in the ass.

She puts her phone away, wrapping her arms around her husband once again.

Sigh.

[abvfluxing]

You would think if youve lived with someone for several years... they would know like uuuuuh when youre gunna need to be able to exist in a certain way.

-___-

[forlornmelody]

Writing Game

Tagged by @alyssalenko Thanks, fran!

Tagging: @ma-sulevin and @pigeontheoneandonly, if you want to play!

How many works do you have on AO3? 44. Though a couple of them are collections of Tumblr ficlets, so the number is higher if you count those seperately.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 183,424. I like to be brief, heh.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

About That Uniform

It's no secret that Artemis Shepard--Hero of the Alliance and Savior of the Citadel--hates Cerberus more than anything in the galaxy. The Illusive Man entrusts Miranda Lawson with the task of securing Shepard's loyalty by any means necessary. But who is seducing who?

2. The Fantabulous Vaction of One Harley Quinn and Her Girlfriend Poison Ivy

Harley's been burning the wick at both ends and Ivy knows just the thing to help. But it takes more than just a change of scenery to get Harley to let go.

3. Traitor Martyr Spy

Against all odds, Cerberus Spy Miranda Lawson and Alliance Marine Artemis Shepard have fallen in love. But Miranda is on the run and Artemis has turned herself in to Alliance custody--and the Reapers will arrive any second. Can these two defy all odds a second time?

4. Trust Exercise

Harley wants to try something new, but Ivy isn't sure her girlfriend is ready to see that part of her.

5. Three Robins Rose Has Kissed and the One Who Kissed Back.

Rose Wilson has a type and it is former protégés of Batman.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? Of course! I know it takes a lot to leave a comment on someone else's work, so I always respond, even if it takes me a while to get to it. Plus, comments always make my day week month year life

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? 

Uuuuuh. There's a lot of contenders for that one. But I imagine it's gonna end up being Traitor, Martyr, Spy. Y'know, when I actually finish the thing. Honestly that's probably why I haven't finished it yet. The pandemic hit and suddenly I needed to cheer myself up, haha.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? Probably The Fantabulous Vacation of One Harley Quinn and Her Girlfriend Poison Ivy, A Valentine for Esteban, and in general, @scifi-ginger and I's Kord Center Mall Fics are on the fluffier side.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the strangest one you’ve written? See aforementioned mall-verse fic. We basically threw our favorite fandoms together in a mall-based AU and it just spiraled from there.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Kinda? I got a really weird, borderline biphobic comment on Not Your Hanar With Tits, which is basicaly an analogue for unicorn hunters.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I mostly write smut, haha. Non-smut is the exception to the rule. Um...mostly queer, often kinky, with lots of feelings included.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I’m aware of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Fics, no, series, yes.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? Oh come on, you know it's panphobic to make me choose! XD I'm currently a sucker for Jayrose, Poisonquinn (more commonly known as Harlivy), and Shenko, among others.

What are your writing strengths? Mmm...I would say angst, writing trauma in a grounded way, queer and queer coded romances. And possibly smut.

What are your writing weaknesses? Finishing a fucking fic, oh my God.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I try to stick with idiomatic phrases, and the limited words I know (usually Spanish.) But other than that I try really hard to avoid relying on Google Translate, as I don't trust it one bit.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Digimon. Yup. Those fics are still on FF.net, if that site still exists.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Spare Parts for Mass Effect, Three Robins for DC Comics, and of course, I have a soft spot for all my Tumblr ficlets.

[lyon-amore]

Spending batteries on options and not saving for calls? Well yes, because I'm weak 🥺😅

We already started with the doubts that are going to make us think about it a lot 🤣

Relationships can be of any kind, right? 🤔 although in this case, I thought of romantic relationships because of Teo

Sometimes I wonder what kind of thoughts you have (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

He remembers!!! 🥺

Well, is there any point in having a friendly relationship with a cat??? Jumin treats Ellie like his daughter so....🤣🤣

It's always good to be inspired by anything~

You never know, you can always find different opinions ☺️

Uuuuuh..... Yeah, yeah....

This map... Teo, honey... What does the existence of God have to do with it??? 🤣

I love it when he encourages us 🥺❤️ he's so cute, please, I'll eat him with kisses!!!

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 05 - Turbatio]

• Turbatio (Latin, confusion)

Pairing: Jimin x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader 

Warnings: confusion, foggy minds, suggestive themes, rough blooddrinking and rough kissing, Jimin is being questionable in his actions, Tae is really sweet though

Wordcount: 6.1k

a/n: jimin should chill

“Hello there ___” Jimin coos sickeningly sweet, chin perked on top of his hands and elbows propped up on the table.

You look up from the papers which you had been reading seconds ago, locking eyes with him.

“Oh? Hey”, you straighten up and fix your hair, “how are you?”

“I am quite alright”, he smiles, showing off his white teeth, “why aren’t you visiting our place anymore? It’s been what feels like weeks since I last saw you.”

“Uhm, I don’t know” you scratch your neck, “I guess there wasn’t really time for it. I’m quite busy with studying lately.”

“But you are still seeing Taehyung, aren’t you?”

“Uuuuuh…”

Of course you are still seeing Taehyung. Oh, you are more than seeing him. You regularly go to brunch together and Taehyung picks you up for classes every morning, kissing you deeply for at least ten minutes before he drives off. He also regularly hangs out with you in your apartment. You do lots of stuff when he comes over. Up until now, you potted plants together, painted on little canvases and watched both your favourite movies. You also made love a few times and one time he even kissed your neck in the hallway where everyone could see and which made your pulse race like crazy. But Jimin doesn’t need to know every detail.

“Yeah, sure, uhm. We are still going on dates if that’s what you want to know.”

“Mhhhm”, he hums and lets his eyes race over your body, “interesting indeed.”

“What’s interesting?” you ask, feeling the need to swallow.

“He hasn’t told me anything. It is like you don’t even exist for him.”

“Oh?” your chest stings, “well, that…I’m sure he has a reason for it.”

“Yes probably.”

Jimin leans back in his chair and crosses his arms in front of his chest. Clearing your throat, you sneak a glance his way. He is watching you intently, chewing on gum rather cockily.

“Are you going to stay here?” you ask him.

“Yes”, he says immediately.

“Uh?” your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “okay, yeah that’s fine. I always love studying with an audience…” you murmur sarcastically, looking back into your papers.

Silence. It is like he isn’t even here. But you know that he is, because you can feel his eyes on you. You shift in your chair uncomfortably. Did he just come here to gawk at you? Is he not going to start studying too? One glance. He hasn’t moved. This is so weird. What does he want from you? Should you ask him or should you just ignore him? One glance. He cocks an eyebrow up at you and smirks. With your eyes widened in shock you look back into your papers.

“Are you going to visit our estate today?” he asks.

“Huh?” your papers lay forgotten.

“I’m free tonight. Why don’t you come over for dinner?”

“I don’t know, I have so much to study for…” you say, scratching your cheek awkwardly.

“I see”, he scoots closer to you with his chair, “that’s quite disappointing to hear”, he reaches out and plays with a strand of your hair before he tugs it behind your ear, “I would love to see that beautiful face of yours”, he rasps.

You move your head away. You look back into your paper, clutching the fabric of your skirt under the table. Why is he touching you like that? Didn’t you just tell him that you and Taehyung are dating?

“Am I flustering you?” he asks, flustering you even more in the process.

“Maybe”, you hide your cheeks behind your hands, “aren’t you Taehyung's best friend?”

“Yes”, he nods his head, “I don’t see how this correlates with our current conversation however.”

“Are you allowed to say such things to the woman he fancies? Or touch her on top of that?”

Jimin laughs, throwing his head back. In this position his neck looks so thick. What would it feel like under your tongue? You freeze up. Shit. What are you thinking? Why is your body reacting like this again? So totally out of control, it is like in that weird dream you had with the green walls and the distorted opera music. 

“Of course I am”, he looks into your eyes with such intensity you rub your legs together without even wanting to, “you wouldn’t be the first woman we share”, he says, voice carrying a seductive rasp.

You almost choke, your eyes growing thrice in size.

“Uhm, excuse me? What?” you squeak, blinking rapidly.

Jimin smirks, leaning closer. Like this you have the perfect view down his low cut button up. His pecs twitch as he moves. There you go again, having to swallow despite not wanting to.

“You know ___”, Jimin lowers his voice, “me and Taehyung have this tradition. Once one of us fancies a woman we take her out on a date and then bring her over to our estate. And then we offer her a nice glass of champagne and well…” he leans closer, playing with the collar of your blouse. His dark eyes are glued to yours, plumb lips curled into a devilish smirk, “…we give her an unforgettable night of love, lust and paradise”, he whispers, hot breath fanning over your neck.

You whine, biting down on the tip of your tongue. The pencil in your fingers almost breaks in your grasp and you are pretty sure that you have soaked your panties by this point. And the worst part is that you don’t even want to react in such a way. You truly don’t and yet you do. This is so weird. 

Jimin leans back, basking in the view of you. He licks over his lips, stroking his thumb over them afterwards with his left brow quirked up. 

“So I was quite surprised to find out that he had offered you our guest room to sleep in”, he says, inspecting imaginary dirt under his perfectly manicured nails.

You open the uppermost button of your blouse, clearing your throat. Water. You reach for your water bottle and take three big gulps, burning up inside and out. Jimin is watching you the entire time, his dark eyes are the only thing following your every move. He leans back in his chair, spreads his legs and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“What did you tell him? I know how you looked at me in the library. Well”, he smirks, “how you are still looking at me.”

You avert your gaze quickly. Shit, he noticed. Stupid body, acting all on its own again. 

“So what did you say to him to make him change his mind?” he asks with slight distaste in his voice. 

“I, I don’t k-know”, you stutter, cursing your voice for being so incredibly hoarse, “I-I d-didn’t even know that you, you guys were planning a threesome with me”, your voice cracked at the word ‘threesome’.

“Interesting”, he says, studying your features with his lips pressed into a thin line. A moment later however they are already curling into a bright smile, “either way I will leave you to your studies now”, he says, clapping into his hands as he gets to his feet. 

"Wha-what?" your head snaps up, confused eyes focused on him. 

He rounds the table until he is right behind you. Your heart might give up in your chest with all that fluttering it is doing. Jimin presses himself against you, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. His body is so incredibly warm against yours, bordering hot. He leans down and rests his hands on each side of your notes, caging you in between his body and the table.

“Mhhm Latin, interesting. I always hated it. Found it way too boring. Have fun though”, he says, “that is if you can even concentrate, now that you are rubbing your legs together like crazy”, he rasps into your hair and dear lord you are shivering uncontrollably. And by that you mean that you are shivering without having control over it. 

He chuckles deeply and straightens up, ghosting his fingers up your arms.

“I will be in the dance studio on the third floor, ninth door to the right if you need me”, he says and he knows exactly what he is doing with his words.

He gives your shoulders one last squeeze and then he is off of you. You turn around, but he had already disappeared from the library.

“What the hell just happened?” you murmur, fanning air to your face. You are literally wet to the point that you fear you might leave a spot on the chair when you stand up. Not even jerking off for two hours gets you that wet. Or making out with Taehyung. You did not want this to happen. Not at all. You don’t even like Jimin in that way. Yes, he was attractive. Very, very attractive. But you did not want to become wet for him right now or ever.

You shake your head and give your cheek a little slap. You can’t let him confuse you like that. You need to study. That is what you came here for. Latin is literally fucking you over and you need to study. You read over three lines and then your mind wanders.

Fucking.

You bite your pencil, fighting your legs from rubbing together again.

So Taehyung brought you to his place to fuck. A threesome. Sex with him and Jimin. How would that have played out? Some double penetration? Spit roasting? Them taking turns?

“No stop, concentrate”, you hiss at yourself, forcing your eyes to focus on the text again, “okay so the present of cedere, let’s see. The present of cedere is formed as followed…”

Or maybe you and Taehyung would have taken turns on Jimin? Or vice versa? Or maybe one of them would have just watched as the other fucked you, touching their own cock at the view. Who would have done what?

“Oh my god! Concentrate!” you exclaim loudly.

A few heads turn your way, angry stares follow. You cringe, growing smaller on your chair.

“Sorry, studies are just so frustrating, am I right?” you say and the heads turn away again.

“Okay ___ you got this, concentrate”, you whisper, basically gawking into your notes, “The present tense of cedere is formed as followed…”

Is Jimin waiting for you? Does he know what he did to you? Is he wearing that devilish smirk of his' as he stares at his own reflection. That night at the estate when he had to realise that sex was out of the question did he… did he touch himself afterwards to get rid of the frustration? Did Taehyung touch himself too, maybe even moaning your name as he did? 

Your head snaps up and you groan in annoyance, rubbing your eyes. What the actual bloody hell is wrong with your brain? You can’t just have such thoughts over your lover’s best friend. You and Taehyung are going so well and you are thinking about sleeping with him and his best friend. Are you insane? You groan again.

“Seriously girl, can you scurry off if you are going to continue being all noisy? I have an exam in like four days and I need to concentrate”, a boy a few tables away from yours spits.

You look around the room, a few silent heads agree with him in a nod. Good job, now everyone hates you. 

“Yeah sorry”, you quickly throw all your stuff in your backbag, “good luck on your exam.”

“Thanks”, he grumbles and looks back into his book.

As much as you hate it, your legs lead you up the stairs to the third floor and then down the corridors to the ninth door on the right. The door is opened, you can see Jimin stretching with his shirt discarded on the floor. He is currently folded in half, touching his shins with the tip of his nose.

He straightens up and looks at you before you even considered knocking.

“Took you longer than I figured”, he says with a cocky smirk on his lips, “do come inside.”

You watch his body, how his muscles in his back tense and relax with every breath he takes and how his silver hair hangs into his eyes all messily. He looks good, of course he does, but he isn’t Taehyung. Taehyung should be the one you are looking at in such ways. Not his best friend.

You halt, grasping the doorframe.

What the hell are you even doing here? You are seeing Taehyung. This isn’t like you. You should just go home. How embarrassing can someone be? Literally running after the first dick offer she gets. You should show some dignity. 

“Actually, now that I think about it. That was a stupid idea. Sorry uhm, bye”, you say and turn around to leave.

Jimin however stops you, having appeared in front of you as if it was magic. You startle and squeak. 

“How did you get here so fast?”

Jimin grabs you by the back of your neck and pushes you into the dance studio. His eyes are heavy in arousal. You squeak and squeal, holding onto his arms for support.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

The door falls closed.

Jimin has you pressed against the mirror in an instant. His fingers are digging into your shoulders, his minty breath is fanning over your face.

“It wasn’t a stupid idea. You are exactly where you are supposed to be”, he says, kissing you roughly then and your mind goes blank, fingers desperately trying to find their home in his hair. Do you want to push him away or pull him closer? He is kissing you so deeply that you can’t decide.

A sting. He bit your lip. Hard. So hard in fact that you can taste your own blood. It clears your mind. You whimper and try to pull away. His fingers on your neck keep you from it, nails bruising your skin in the shape of crescent moons. The kiss breaks because he wanted it so, swollen lips covered in your blood.

“Fuck you’re so sweet”, he growls, panting heavily, “it’s like you are asking to be eaten.”

“W-what?” you stutter.

Jimin forces your legs open with his knee and presses it against your core. You gasp for air, eyes widening in surprise.

“You like that?” he rasps, twisting his fingers in your hair to tilt your head back.

It stings. Do you like it or not? So much is happening at once that you don’t know if you like it or not. Are you having a dream again?

“I asked you if you like it” he growls and rubs his knees back and forth.

“I- oh-“ you gasp and shiver, “hah, ah.”

“Mhm of course you do”, he smirks, “look at you gasping for air. That’s what you get for choosing Taehyung over me.”

“W-what?” you only hear half of what he is saying, grasping his chest for dear life.

“I bet he hasn’t even tasted you yet”, Jimin scoffs in distaste, “that’s what I get when I allow him to roam free….”

“What? J-Jimin”, your knees buckle, “w-what are you saying?”

“He is such a bloody bore. What fun does he see in taking his time? He could have had you gasping on his knee a million times already, but of course he is taking the boring route.”

Are you pushing him away or pulling him closer? Why do you feel like you are doing both of it at the same time. 

“Jimin”, you groan.

“Yeah, now you want to moan my name. Now that you finally see what you could have had for weeks if only you had picked me”, he spits, grinding his knee against you quickly. You must give it to him, you can feel every muscle in that damn thigh.

“You know he is a real dick too, keeping you from me as if you were his’”, he growls, “you aren’t, you’re ours.”

“What?” you gasp, feeling breathless. Did he actually just say that or were you mistaken?

Jimin kisses you in answer, eliciting a surprised whimper from you. Your back hurts from being pressed so tightly against the mirror, your core aches from his knee and your lips are pulsating as he continues sucking and biting them. You hate it. You hate how good he kisses.

Jimin growls, teeth clashing with yours as he forces his tongue inside your mouth. It seems that he basically wants to merge with you, judging by how deep his tongue goes. It forces a whimper out of you, knees buckling.

The kiss breaks, Jimin twists your hair painfully. Even more blood covers his lips. Did he bite you again? Is that why your lower lip is aching like that? How sharp are his teeth?

“You’ll forget about this once you leave this room”, he grumbles.

“What?” you blink in confusion, “w-why?”

“Because I tell you so”, he spits before he clicks his tongue, “obviously. Tae’s going to kill me if he finds out I tasted his girl before he did.”

“I’m sorry? W-what?” you gasp.

“Forget that too”, he says, “this right here and now? Will never happen. You hear me?”

“I d-don’t understand” you stutter, head going all fuzzy. It’s like in that weird library dream you had. You feel so dizzy all of a sudden. You sway back and forth, vision going blurry.

He leaves you no time to protest and then he already has your blouse ripped open. You can hear how your buttons land on the floor somewhere far away from you. You whimper, wiggling now that the cold air is on your skin. It all happens so fast, you can’t even really process it and then Jimin is kissing you again, dragging his hungry tongue up your torso. It feels hot on your skin, wet and like burning temptation.

A deep moan rattles in his chest, his lips connect with your collarbone.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet. You’re so goddamn sweet”, he pants, lapping at your neck with an eager tongue.

“Jimin oh god”, you moan, feeling as if electricity was coursing through you. You drag your fingers up his undercut and twist his hair, eliciting a deep moan from him.

Jimin lifts his head, hooded eyes landing on your lips. Are you eyes deceiving you or are there weird dark spots on his cheeks? Like veins. Black veins.

“You look delicious right now”, he rasps, eyes flitting to your neck, “look how pretty your neck is....” he hushes, grabbing your chin to force your head to the side.

You gasp, eyes fluttering.

“Stay still”, it almost sounded like an order and to your surprise your body stays completely still all on its own.

“H-how did you do that?” you stutter, trying to focus your eyes but failing miserably.

He is moving closer and closer, licking his lips in the process.

“I want to taste straight from the source, just a little”, he rasps, pulling your head to the side even more.

“What are you saying?”

“Taste”, he whispers, his hot breath is fanning over your skin.

“Jimin you-“, your voice cracks in a surprise gasp, “-ouch that stings. Jimin what are you doing? Hey! Get off of me!”

Did he just magically grow more muscles? Why can’t you move away from him anymore?

“Stop sucking on my neck! W-what are you doing? Stop!” you squeak, pushing at his chest but to no avail.

Jimin growls, twisting your hair to the point that it hurts. Your eyes flutter in pain, your brows furrow. His sucking becomes rougher and rougher.

“Please this isn’t funny anymore”, you say, having to laugh in panic.

Jimin growls and the pain grows.

“Ouch, ah, ouch”, you whimper, “this h-hurts. J-Jimin please stop, t-this hurts so much.”

“What the hell?” someone says, he is hidden behind Jimin.

A pause.

“Hey you fucking asshole what are you doing?”

Jimin is off your neck in an instant, hissing in anger. You are too dizzy to even realise what had just happened. All you can see through your blurry vision is a man dressed in purple push at Jimin with such force the latter falls to the ground and hits his head.

“Touch her again and I will kick your teeth in!”

The purple man turns to you, stepping closer. His face becomes clear.

“Hoseok?” you croak.

“Hey, are you okay? Here take my jumper”, he says, taking it off and handing it to you in such an angle your crotch is covered.

That is right. You are still in your underwear.

“Oh my god you-“

“Actually here, take my shorts too”, he says, pulling them out of his sports bag.

“Fuck, oh god fuck. No, this didn’t just happen. No, oh my god”, you are so close to tears that your voice is all shaky.

“Just get dressed, I didn’t see anything”, he mumbles before he turns away from you.

He runs over to Jimin before the latter can get up, slamming his foot on his chest.

“You think you’re being real fucking funny? You are staying down there, it’s where you belong”, he barks, forcing the air out of Jimin's lungs.

“I’ll kill you. Let go of me, I’ll bloody kill you”, Jimin snarls.

Hoseok forces him down again, “stay down, I’m not joking”, he warns.

Jimin's head collides with the floor again with such intensity it makes him groan.

You put on the clothes in the time the two were fighting, now staring at your blood covered neck in the mirror. Your fingers are shaking as you touch the wound.

“You bit my neck. What the hell?” you gasp.

It burns, making you hiss.

“Ouch”, you turn to Jimin, “what the hell is your problem?”

Jimin cackles in answer, trying to get up but Hoseok kicks him to the ground again. Thump. At this rate his skull will crack.

“Stay. Down”, Hoseok growls with his voice deep in anger.

Hoseok turns his attention to you, “let’s leave. You go first, I’ll be with you soon.”

“W-what?”

“Just do as you’re told, please”, he says, pushing Jimin down again.

“F-fine”, you stutter, pressing your hand to your neck now that you feel new blood spill out of it, “holy shit that dude just bit my neck.”

Just out of the door. Quick, quick, quick.

You stop, blinking rapidly.

“Where am I?”

You turn left and right, back and forth. That’s not the library. You were in the library. How did you get here? 

“What just happened?”

You look down at your body. Sports clothes? Your hands are covered in blood.

“What the hell?”

You were just studying and now you are here.

“Go on, let’s leave.”

“Who?” you squeak and do a little jump.

“Hoseok? What the hell don’t sneak up on me like that”, you hiss.

Hoseok studies your features, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“W-why am I here?” you stutter, “and why are my hands covered in blood?”

“Oh no…”

“What?”

“Nothing, just…”, he clears his throat, “…this isn’t blood. You idiot just touched freshly painted wood.”

“What? No? I’m pretty sure this is blood-“, you say and want to smell it.

“No!” Hoseok stops you, pulling your hands to him and wiping them on his shirt, “it’s just paint, believe me.”

“W-what?”

“Forget it”, he grins shyly, “you ready for our workout though?”

“Workout? What workout?”

“This won’t work”, he gives your arm a little friendly pad, “don’t act like you can’t remember our workout, come on ___ weak move.”

“Our workout? Hoseok what workout?”

“Wow okay now I am offended”, Hoseok laughs as if hurt, draping his arm across your shoulder, “it’s the workout we talked about, remember?”

“Uhm, uuuh…” there, somewhere far away in your brain a distant memory of a past conversation with Hoseok lingers, “it must have been late when we talked about that…”

Hoseok continues pushing you down the hallway, laughing nervously, “it was very late yep. But you said what you said, so no take backs.”

You have reached the stairs now. Hoseok leads you down, looking over his shoulder every now and then. Fuck your neck hurts like crazy. Did you strain it or something? You go to touch it but before you can Hoseok locks his fingers with yours and pulls your hand across his waist.

“You know I’ve been thinking we could do some running today. There is a park close by which is perfect for getting moving”, he says, pressing himself closer so he could hold onto your other arm.

“Geez, are you trying to squeeze me to death or something?” you hiss.

“I love cuddles”, he states, making you laugh in nervousness.

“Okay? And what the hell should I do with this information?”

“I don’t know. But here”, he hands you a silver bottle, “drink this. It’s electrolytes, they’re good for your body.”

“Why are you so weird today?” you ask, eyeing him with suspicion.

“Drink it please”, he stresses, even going so far as to open the bottle for you.

“Oh my god, fine. Geez you’re so weird”, you hiss, accepting the drink.

It burns like fire, you fear your throat is getting scratched open by glass shards.

“What the actual fuck? Did you put battery acid in this?” you hiss, sticking your tongue out to get it to cool down again.

“Battery acid? Wait what? Let me taste”, he says. He takes one sip and hisses.

“Oh god ew. Far too many electrolytes, this tastes like ass”, he grunts, sneaking a glance to your neck. It almost seems as if he exhales in relief, but that could be your eyes playing tricks on you. “Sorry for almost poisoning you. I think I got the ratio wrong.”

“You are weirding me out”, you say, eyeing him with suspicious eyes.

At least the burning in your throat made the aching in your neck stop.

“Yeah ha”, he chuckles nervously, “we just need to go down that path then we are at the park.”

“Did you just change the topic?”

“Huh?” he blinks in confusion, loosening the grip he has around you, “no uhm, I was just…thinking. How about we play some badminton instead?”

“Badminton?” you blink in confusion, “Hoseok what is going on?”

“N-nothing you’re the weird one”, he stutters.

“Hoseok!”

He stays silent.

“Hoseok?”

Silence.

“Hello?”

Silence. He takes a sip of the electrolytes again, doing so without showing any signs of discomfort.

“Hobi?”

Nothing. He goes to close the bottle but ends up spilling it all over your neck and shoulder.

“What the fuck?” you squeal, pushing yourself off of him, “why did you do that?”

“I am so sorry! Oh my god I am so stupid”, he exclaims, pulling out a tissue, “let me clean you please”, he says and starts rubbing at your neck aggressively.

“Hoseok! What are you doing? Hey? Get-“, you slap his hand away, “-of me. What the hell?”

He quickly hides the tissue in his bag, eyes glued to your neck. Why does he look so relieved when you are basically soaked in electrolytes?

“What’s your problem?” you spit, “why are you so weird?”

“I-I”, he stutters, scratching the back of his neck, “I need to poop!” he exclaims.

“What?”

“Yeah”, he laughs nervously, “I didn’t want to tell you, but I needed to take a shit for the last ten minutes and I didn’t wanna tell you.”

“What are you on about?”

“Pooping. Yeah, I need to poop”, he laughs nervously, “and so should you. So uhm… please stay here and poop.”

You don’t even know what you should answer him, blinking in confusion.

“So uhm…let’s go poop. Haha, yeah poop”, he says, taking careful steps back.

“Are you having a stroke, Hoseok?”

“No”, he laughs nervously, “just really need to shit, so please uhm stay here okay?”

And with that he turns around and runs back to the university.

“What the actual crap is happening? Am I dreaming again?” you mumble. You go and pinch your own arm. It hurts. So you aren’t dreaming. You touch the unfamiliar clothes on your torso.

“Am I having a stroke?”

All you remember is being in the library and studying Latin and now you are here in the middle of a park and wearing sports clothes, which don’t even belong to you.

“Holy fuck”, you pant, running in circles, “what is happening? Oh my fucking god what is happening to me?”

You touch your neck. It doesn’t hurt anymore. You smell your fingers. They smell like that tacky sweet drink Hoseok poured all over you. Wait a minute. Why do your fingers smell sweet when the drink tasted like actual battery acid? How is that possible?

“Oh my god, I’m losing my mind”, you have to gag in panic, stumbling from side to side, “I am actually losing my mind.”

Maybe there were drugs in Hoseok's drink. Maybe that is why you feel both high, drunk and mad at the same time.

“What did you do? Remember ___ remember!”

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. The pacing makes your racing heartbeat easier to bear.

“Okay so I studied and then….” a pain in your head, “…someone came to talk…who was it?”

Your pain grows to almost unbearable strength.

“Ah, shit, ah god it hurts”, you groan, curling in on yourself with your hands pressed to your temples.

“___?” a baritone voice calls your name.

You whip around.

"Taehyung?" 

His face is filled with worry in an instant. 

"What happened to you?" he asks, stepping closer to cup your face. He is turning it left and right softly, like he was inspecting it, "my sweetest, what happened?"

“I-I" you stutter and swallow the lump in your throat, "what are you doing here?” you ask, studying him from head to toe. He is dressed in sportswear, dark hair held out of his face by a headband. There is a sheer layer of sweat on his forehead and his breathing is sped up, he must have been running.

“I could ask you the same question. Didn’t you tell me that you were busy with your studies today?” he answers you, touching your neck gently. 

“I did…” you look down at your body again, “…you’ll call me crazy, but I was in the library studying Latin then I…blinked and all of a sudden I was in front of a dance studio wearing gym clothes.”

"A dance studio?" 

"Yes a-and I have no recollection of, of getting there." 

Taehyung squints his eyes at you in confusion. He takes a step closer and breathes in.

“Did you just smell me?” you ask, taking a quick whiff of yourself in case you were smelly.

“That is indeed peculiar”, he ignores your question, “are you sure that you are feeling well?”

“Honestly I don’t know”, you groan, “I don’t even know whose clothes I’m wearing. Or where all my stuff went”, you hide your face behind your hands, “am I actually losing my mind?”

“___ shall I take you to a doctor?” he asks worriedly, placing his hand on your upper arm.

“I don’t know, oh god Taehyung I feel like I’m going insane”, you pant, shivering now that you can’t pace up and down anymore.

“You are worrying me.”

“Same”, you laugh hysterically, “I am worrying myself too.”

Taehyung furrows his brows, watching you pace up and down in front of him. He reaches for you again, holding you still with his hands on your upper arms.

“Calm down”, he says sternly and to your surprise your racing pulse calms down.

“How did you do that?” you gasp.

“Allow me to take you to a doctor, please”, he ignores your question.

“I was told to wait here though”, you murmur.

“By whom?”

“Hoseok, apparently he and I were meant to meet up for a work out”, you look up at Taehyung in desperation, “I have no recollection of it”, you confess in a whisper, eyes filling with tears.

“Oh ___”, Taehyung begins caressing your arm, “let’s sit down for a while, shall we?”

“Y-yeah okay”, you say and allow him to lead you to a bench.

You haven’t even realised how much your legs were shaking until you tried to sit down.

Taehyung pulls your hair away from your neck. You don’t notice how he lets his eyes linger on the red stains or how his brows furrow in anger. You are too busy staring at the gravel with lifeless eyes. Are you actually losing your mind?

“When was the last time you had a good night's sleep?” Taehyung asks then, rubbing little circles on your upper back.

“I don’t know. I haven’t really slept well lately.”

“Are you stressed because of your lectures?”

You nod your head, sighing loudly.

“I have two exams this week and next week I have this stupid paper in botany and on top of that, Latin fucks me over big times. I am a bundle of stress.”

“I understand”, Taehyung gives the back of your head a gentle pat, “maybe that is why you are having all those confusing timeslips. My sweetest, you are delusional in sleep deprivation, you should sleep and not wander around campus.”

“But…I was fine this morning. I felt well rested and clear in my mind. You know that I did, you saw how I was today. I was fine”, you say and look at him, “and now I feel so dizzy and my neck aches too”, you groan, touching it to massage it, “urgh what the fuck is happening to me?”

“Darling, please go to sleep. You are starting to worry me”, Taehyung insists, voice stern.

“Don’t you think it's weird too?” you lock eyes with him, “I swear I’m not crazy, but holy cow I’ve felt insane ever since I set foot into this stupid university.”

“Of course it is peculiar, but I promise you a good night's sleep will solve everything”, he goes and cups your cheek, “you are stressed and tired. Go home and sleep and I promise you once you are rested you will have all the answers you need.”

His words calm you down immensely. You feel assured. Maybe you actually are delusional in sleep deprivation. It is like magic really, how well his words work on you. As if he is controlling your mind in the gentlest of ways.

“You really think that it will help me?”

“Yes darling”, he assures you with a soft smile, “tomorrow everything will be clear to you.”

You sigh, leaning into his touch, “god you’re probably right”, you close your eyes and sigh, “I think a long sleep would do me good.”

You open your eyes and send him a shy grin.

“I know you were in the middle of a run, but could you maybe drive me home?”

“Of course my sweetest, I would love to drive you home”, he says and stands up. He holds your hand to help you stand up, keeping his fingers intertwined with yours afterwards.

You walked two steps when Hoseok appears in front of you and by his side Seokjin is panting. Taehyung pulls you closer, placing his hand on your lower back afterwards.

“What is he doing here?” Hoseok spits, eyeing Taehyung with distaste.

“I could ask you the same question. Why did you abandon her when she is clearly distraught?” Taehyung hisses, sneaking a glance at your neck.

“Spare me the fake worry”, Seokjin growls, making himself big in front of Taehyung, “let go of her. We can take it from here.”

“Now, now my friends. I have everything under control. I was in the midst of taking ___ home, wasn’t I ___?”

They all look at you.

“Yeah he was”, you nod your head, “I need sleep before I actually lose my mind. Taehyung told me that I need to and he is right. I’m sorry Hobi, can we work out another time? I feel really weird today.” 

Hoseok looks at Taehyung with dark eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Of course, we can”, he forces a smile to his lips, “please sleep a lot.”

“I will”, you assure him, placing your hand on Taehyung's stomach, “can we leave?”

“Yes my darling, let us leave.”

Seokjin grabs Taehyung's arm before you could leave however, moving close.

“You told her to, didn’t you?” he hisses.

“You know the answer, she was frightened. I had to”, Taehyung hisses back, “let go of my arm, will you?”

Seokjin scoffs and pushes Taehyung's arm away.

“I have my eyes on you Kim Taehyung”, he growls.

“Taehyung, what is he talking about?” you ask, confusion only growing.

“Nothing”, he assures you, pushing you gently, “come now, let’s not waste any more time here.”

“Y-yeah o-okay”, you stutter, staring at the path.

This is all so confusing.

[anthea-writes]

Hi!! Could I request headcanons of what would include dating Dark Choco Cookie??? Please and thank you <3

Sure thing! Ty for requesting, this may have a bit of uuuuuh, sadge things to put it someway??? but yeah, I hope you enjoy it!

When you first met he was a bit diatant and cold about everything, but after a while he really really started to enjoy your existence in general.

He loves to practice with you even though he might feel like he's hurting you, you keep going. You sometimes win because he keeps worrying too much.

He gives you flowers once in a while, he doesn't know how to express himself very much, but he still does his best to show you how much he loves you.

Since he's been left before by his family he's scared you will do the same to him, so he always tries to not be too carefree around you.

You try to show to him as much as possible that you will always stay by his side, he is stilla bit scared about it.

Whenever he feels too insecure he has an anxiety attack, you worry a lot about him but you can't do much. When he starts calming down he always hugs you and starts apologizing.

Sometimes when he hugs you you either let him lay doy or you just try to comfort him by caressing his hair.

Sometimes when having any anxiety or panic attacks he starts to scratch his scar making it sometimes get very irritated, the only way to stop him is holding his hands and giving slight kisses on it.

He has a very strong problem of insomnia so whenever he can't sleep you always make him cuddle with you. He sleeps easier that way and you can make him sleep a lot more.

He thinks that you hate him because of what happened between him and Dark Cacao, but you are always trying to help fix things, which has been a very hard thing to do.

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Any recommendations or tips will always be taken!

[darethshirl]

17 things about me

this is kinda late but I was tagged by so many people I now have to do this 😂 thank you for the tag, @rosella-writes, @melisusthewee, @noire-pandora, @musetta3, @queenaeducan, @morganlefaye79 ! I’m tagging @roguelioness, @rakshadow, @cleverblackcat and anyone else who wants to do this!

Name: kat

Age: 31

Height: 1.55cm/5′1

Zodiac sign: taurus (and according to some I apparently act like it too lmao)

Where do you call home? greece!

Any tattoos or piercings? nope and nope

Last song you listened to? Blood In The Wine by AURORA

Last movie you watched? The Last Duel! I remember being unimpressed during the first 15 minutes and wanting to turn it off, but I’m very glad I didn’t because wow that was actually a really good movie! I absolutely love the Rashomon storytelling style, also Jodie Comer was spectacular (and Matt Damon unrecognisable, damn!) good quality all around

Last book or fanfic you read? Beautiful World, Where Are You? by Sally Rooney. as expected of this author her style was unique and a breath of fresh air, and I found myself engrossed by the poor emotionally maladjusted people of the novel :’) I don’t know if I’d recommend it to everyone cause it really is an unusual style, but personally I loved it. also I’m currently reading The Mask Of Mirrors by M.A.Carric which is a more traditional Fantasy Novel TM. so far I’m finding it well-written with some juicy-big worldbuilding 👀

as for fanfics uuuuuh wow I haven’t really read any in a while 😅 I think the last one was Notes on a Nondescript Vegetable, a Master and Commander fic I stumbled upon while browsing the yuletide collection. I know nothing about the movie but the fic was very enjoyable with some excellent prose

Do you collect anything? grudges 😂

Morning person or night owl? MIDNIGHT owl thank you very much.

Are you an optimist, a pessimist, or a realist? pessimist, baby 👌

A quote you live by? "It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness; that is life." by Jean-Luc Picard of Star Trek fame. yeah he’s just a fictional character but that line definitely helped me a lot with my perfectionism, and I regularly repeat it to myself in daily life

Are you an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? such an introvert that I skirt misanthropy levels

Do you believe in an afterlife? absolutely not, what a horrifying concept. just let me stop existing in peace lmao

A weird or fun fact about yourself: I learned how to read when I was five, by transcribing a kid’s booklet into our (then brand new) computer in msDOS. I honestly have no idea why I did this! I’m guessing I kept pestering my parents cause I wanted to “play” with the computer, and they told me to do this to shut me up? 😂 anyway it really feels like one day I was transcribing words I didn’t understand, and then woke up the next day being magically able to read. I can’t explain it!! 😂

oh also I learned how to write before I went to school cause my parents bought me those Tracing the Alphabet kid books, but for some reason I could write IN CAPITALS ONLY 😂 I was actually very resistant to changing it when I went to actual school, my teacher had to have a talk with me haha!

If you could have coffee with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be? well I know it’s going to be an author of some kind, but there are so many to choose from that I can’t decide! on a whim I’m gonna go with China Mieville, he seems like a dude with a truly fascinating brain 👀

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Breakdown

MLB fanfiction. Marichat

Part 3/8

“What do you mean he transformed and left, Tikki?!” Marinette yelled. “He was right here detransformed?” She was staring at her qwami with eyes wide open.

“Calm down, Marinette.” Tikki landed at the desk in front of her. “He must have detransforemed falling asleep, unconsciously.”

“He was sleeping here?! In my room? Where? Don’t tell me... uuuuuh. If Adrien would finds out that some guy was sleeping in my bed, what would he think of me?! Tikki, how did this even happen?”

Marinette woke up this morning with a very good mood. She took a shower, singing and smiling, until she remembered Chat Noir visiting her yesterday.

He was so confused and lost and maybe even angry with Ladybug, which is — her again. She newer saw him like that before. Being scared something bad could happen to him, even an acuma, she just couldn’t let him go.

She invited him in, preparing herself to be as good and understanding friend for him as possible. Instead it seemed like after they held each other at the balcony, his mood changed. So all the evening they were joking, and laughing, and drinking hot chocolate, and playing video games together, until she might have fallen asleep while watching some comedy with Chat Noir.

And now Tikki just told her that Chat was sleeping with her. In her bed. Till the morning?!

“Marinette, you fell asleep, he carried you to the bed, and... He probably just fell asleep too.” Tikki concluded.

“How can you fall asleep standing?!” Marinette couldn’t keep calm. “This is a disaster!”

“I agree,” Mulo squeaked, “Complete disaster, we had to stay in the box all night long.”

“At least Plagg could join us!” Sass said.

“Yeah, it was great to see Plagg!” “Yeah, Plagg!” The other qwamis join the buzz.

“It was kind of a sweet view,” Tikki added, “You two hugging each other in your sleep.” She teased.

“Tikki!” Marinette yelled again. “Ohhh, I’ll die of embarrassment!”

**

Adrian was going through his usual Saturday routine like through a cloud, without really seeing anything around. His mind was far from his father’s mention. Lost in a sweet chamomile sent, giving him pinching feeling in the chest.

Adrian didn’t remember if he felt this way before. The feeling of acceptance and certainty, that he felt yesterday. Suddenly nothing was messy in his life anymore, he was sure now things would work out somehow. Next to this girl he felt calm and strong, even in his weakness. He felt whole.

And it was Marinette. Not Ladybug, who never accepted his feelings, who placed a hundred walls between then, who had rules and rules, and rules, and rules again. Of course she was a guardian and had to protect the miraculous box and herself. But he felt like she almost never let him in, not even emotionally.

But Marinette was total opposite of this. She’d accepted him without knowing who he was under the musk, without asking much. She’d let him be there, and was there for him. Wow. Maybe it was just long deprivation of emotional contact — which was almost equal to Adrian’s normal life, but this girl let him feel... himself. Like he finally existed.

He was almost thankful to Nino telling him about his secret identity, thankful to Ladybug for making this mistake — if it was one — the important part was that it led Adrian to that balcony, to this incredible feeling.

Adrian smiled at the memory of Marinette’s hair on a pillow. Her sleepy smile. How she was in his arms. Sleeping... And he ran away, like a cat after stilling a piece of sausage... What she must be thinking of him!.. After she’d let him in, supported him... ohh he must go there as soon as possible and talk to her!

But he couldn’t come to her as Adrian... and tell he’d spent this night in her bed, ‘ups, sorry, my bad’... Well, she was asleep, she doesn’t even know it. When he brought her to the bed she was so warm and cozy... He just set next to her for a few minutes before leaving... and then he woke up at 5 am, wrapped in her arms, happy and alive.

He had to go as Chat Noir. Yeah. To thank her. That’s it. Just for this.

**

Marinette herd a slight knock at her window.

She stood up, organizing her thoughts fast. So, Chat Noir is back. A) She is not suppose to know he left so late (or early in the morning). B) She wasn’t suppose to know he was his civilian self while sleeping next to her. C) She wasn’t suppose to know he even was in her bed all night! So, now, how do we play it?

“Hey Kitty,” She smiled at him tensely, opening the window. “How was your day?”

“Much better then the previous one, thanks to you!” he smiled back, not hiding a gentle look at his face. “What’s you’re up to tonight, Princess?”

“I was just.. reviewing some old designs,” She said districted, not being able to classify this new warmth in her stomach, caused by him tender voice.

Chat Noir always was flirting with her as Ladybug, and it was easy for her to block his playful burst.

But now, after their yesterday’s closeness, the fact that he let her in, let her feel his pain, allowed her to fight it with him, she felt... unprotected... from this warm feeling inside, unprotected from him.

He was one of the closest people for her, as her partner and as her friend. As Ladybug she trusted him as much as she trusted probably only Alya. She never had any romantic feelings for him, altho she considered once or twice that if it wasn’t for Adrian’s existence, she would probably be head over hills for this playful disaster. Especially after she saw his sensitive side as Marinette.

But she wasn’t prepared to feel what she felt right now. Then, there still was Adrian, love of her life. Even she already agreed to herself that any relationships won’t be possible in her life now anyway. Until they defeat Shadowmoth. The role of the guardian was eating all of her time and strength.

And yet this sneaky cat somehow found the was into her space.

“How... How do you feel?” She asked finally, swallowing. She was fighting this feeling of being too comfortable next to Chat Noir, when he came closer and stood behind her next to the desc with her papers on it.

She could feel how close he was without looking back. He was close. She could feel her blouse came in contact with his body. But it wasn’t his closeness that troubled her. Where was her defensing instinct?! If Chat Noir would come close to her like this on the patrol, he’d be already flying down the building. Well, maybe not that rude, but she’d find the way for him to back off.

What was happening to her now? Was it unconscious body reaction due to last night spent in a close physical contact with him? She didn’t know. But this unfamiliar feeling growing in her solar plexus area troubled her mind very much.

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