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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 5 months

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P&C | Ch. 6: You Can Be My Baby For Tonight

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“Okay, that’s going to be an hour,” I say, pressing the power button. Finally, I made eye contact with Jungkook, who was now busy smelling the fabric softener in my basket.

“Hhmm, peaches, that’s why you smell so nice,” he grins softly, meeting my eyes. I hide my flustered state with a giggle and pack up. Hoping that something comes up so he can leave, I ask if he has any plans for tonight. He shakes his head.

“Nope, which reminds me, there's going to be a welcome party at one of the frat houses, you should come,” he says, his doe eyes sparkling under the basement lights. I genuinely try to give it a chance, but the mere thought of another party is making me nauseous.

“Oh no thank you, I really should just stay back and focus on school,” I reply with a soft smile, hoping he would get the hint.

“Come on Mira, it's only the second week. Plus, Jiah and Jimin will be there as well.” Jungkook says, not breaking our eye contact.

“Well, I'll think about it, but thank you again for the invitation. Anyways, why are you so determined to make me go?” I laugh, flipping my hair to the side feeling my ego rise as we speak.

“Have you become obsessed with me already?” I tease.

“Relax Kenough, I want to redeem myself from the last party. That was sleep-deprived Jungkook,” he scoffs, leaning back on the laundry machine.

“Ok ok well, can't wait to see your redemption arc,” I tease, sticking out my tongue as I make my way to the exit door. Jungkook follows behind.

When Jungkook said he didn't have any plans for tonight he really meant it. For the next hour, we just walked around campus and talked about our life before university. He was in a band with Tae and Jimin when they were in high school called, Bulletproof Boys. I had to laugh.

“And you dared to make fun of my shirt?” I cackle, trying to maintain my composure at the goofy name.

“YAH! That was the best option, be glad we didn't go with Tae's idea, The JJV” he quickly scoffs back, stuttering from frustration. I can't help but begin to hiccup from all the laughing.

“JJV? That sounds like a disease … or a cult. Did you guys even want to attract girls or …?” I giggle, looking him dead in the eyes. He pushes me gently before sitting on the bench in front of the dorm building.

“So, have you decided yet?” Jungkook quickly changes the subject as I take a seat beside him. Amid the giggles, I look up at him with confusion.

“Oh, you meant the party? I mean sure, I guess, I'm feeling better now. Anyways, who would want to miss out on the opportunity of seeing a not sleep-deprived Jungkook?” I smile at him, sticking out my tongue.

“Be careful Miraya, you might manifest something,” he leans in, giving me a grin. I pretend to puke and walk to the entrance. Again, Jungkook follows like a puppy, teeth peeking through his soft smile.

7:00 p.m.

Jiah: Hey lovely, are you almost ready? I’ll pick you up in about 15 mins.

I look down at my phone, hair still in rollers as I touch up my makeup. My body tenses up, nerves are at an all-time high. I’m still not 100% sure about going but evidently, it’s too late now. What’s the big deal? It’s just going to be me and Jiah, Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook. Stop it, Mira. I dismiss the tension and quickly fix up my hairdo with a layer of hairspray.

We were at the destination within the next hour, both of us looking great as usual. Jiah wore her new mini silk dress with a sweetheart neckline. Hair in a half-up, half-down style she was giving sexy princess vibes. I was contemplating between two options but decided to go with a black ruffle mini-dress with my knee-high boots, leaving my hair down in soft curls. Borderline looking like I planned on cosplaying someone from Pirates of the Caribbean, but hey, it looked good so who am I to change?

The welcome party was set at a huge frat house. Very surreal as I’ve never seen one in real life, let alone stepped foot into it. After leaving our Uber, I could see the mob of people flowing in through the entrance door lit by bright neon lights. Jiah gives me a reassuring smile as we blend into the madness.

“Hey, girls!” I hear Jimin’s voice waving from across the room. Jiah waves back as we try to make it through the crowd of people, some of whom are already tipsy while others are too busy busting down moves on the dance floor. The whole place smells of alcohol and a mix of every perfume you can think of.

“Hi baby,” Jiah melts into Jimin’s embrace as I say hi to the rest of the guys.

“Hey Flip-flops, don’t you look nice?” I hear Tae’s tease as he salutes a hello. My eyes can’t help but roll, as I giggle at him.

“Hey Tae, you don’t look too shabby yourself,” I grin with a soft smile. We spend some time catching up before I ask about Jungkook’s whereabouts.

“He should be by the food table, said he was going to get us drinks,” Tae replies as I nod and excuse myself before heading to the said place.

It was like looking for Waldo, everyone looked identical under the dim lights. Before heading back to the group with a plate full of various snacks, I’m halted by the feel of a hand on my shoulder.

“Hi Peaches” Jungkook whispers into my ear. My eyes widen as he smiles back, his doe eyes somehow still sparkling.

“Oh, peaches?” I giggle raising my right eyebrow.

“What? Tae can call you flip-flops but you draw the line on peaches?” he grins, leaning back on the table, taking the plates off of my hands. I try to talk back but he is already walking back to the group, looking back at my appalled state.

So far the party was nice, we talked, or should I say gossiped, ate lots of food, and drank. I am not intrigued by the idea of alcohol, but it fits the theme tonight so I let loose. However, from the few instances that I did consume it, I can definitely say I’m a light drinker. The phenomenon proved itself once again, as I found myself swaying on the dance floor after two tequila cocktails. Jiah and Jimin decided to take a breather outside, while Tae was busy playing beer pong with his other buddies.

“Please don’t stop the music … music … music,” I muttered under my breath as Rihana blasted on the speaker. With my hands in the air and eyes closed my body gave into the ambience. Before I could mutter the next lyric I was interrupted by Jungkook’s presence.

“There you are, baby,” he says, his body filling the space between us. His hands pretend to rest on my waistline, cautious to not make actual contact.

“Baby?” I question, looking up at his concentrated face. My eyes are hazed, lids heavy as I try to make out what is happening.

“It was either that or some random stranger disturbing you,” he whispers into my ear, as I feel his lip ring on my skin. I was too drunk to even notice the guy in question, but something about Jungkook’s protective side made me step closer.

“I like baby more than peaches,” I tip-toe, trying to reach his ear, placing my hands on his broad shoulders. Within a split second, my sober consciousness revokes my action, backing away as my gaze lowers to the floor. I try to shake my head before letting out a soft sorry.

Jungkook steps closer and lifts my chin with his index finger and thumb, his eyes meet mine as he lets out a little chuckle.

“You can be my baby for tonight,” he reassures, knowing dam well that he would be dead on a stick if I was sober. However, right now, neither of us protest the tension as our bodies groove with the music. My hands are once again on his shoulders, as he gently pulls me closer by the waist. Eyes locked on each other, the room becomes silent. For a moment, it was just the two of us.

“You look beautiful by the way,” he whispers into my ear as I lean my head on his chest, feeling the fatigue build up. I try to reply with a soft thank you before feeling my heavy lids close. Jungkook’s hold on my body becomes firmer, as I melt into his embrace, the smell of his cologne blending in with my perfume.

Before he could check on my state, Jungkook was interrupted by a bright flash coming from Tae’s phone camera. His boxy smile grows wider when he analyzes the situation on the dance floor. Pocking out his tongue he teases Jungkook with the photo, before taking a sip of water in hopes of sobering up.

“How did this happen?” Tae chuckles, trying to see if I was still awake. His hands inches away from moving some stands of hair out of my face before being interrupted by Jungkook tsk. Tae shakes his head, raises his hands and backs away with a wide smile, rolling his eyes.

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chriscrosswallflower-blog · 1 month

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we're not brave, we're not soldiers - chapter 6

learn to live again

Percy ran in a full out sprint, savoring the blood pumping vigorously in his ears and cool night-time air on his face. It was just after 2 am, but luckily the harpies were well aware of his insomniatic habits and now just left him alone. His nighttime runs seemed to be the only thing that exhausted him enough to possibly sleep after a nightmare.

Almost every part of camp was dark and deserted, save for one light in the infirmary’s on-call room. Percy rolled his eyes fondly before making his way toward the window and smashing his face against it to see inside.

Percy made funny faces for nearly five minutes before Will looked up from the large textbook he was hunched over and let out a loud squeal of alarm. Percy was breathless with laughter by the time Will opened the window.

“The hell are you doing?” Percy could tell that the boy was trying to sound stern but the smile pulling at his lips gave him away.

“Man, I hope you scold your siblings better than that!”

“Did you come up here at the asscrack of night just to make fun of me?” Will said in a huff, moving out of the way as Percy climbed through his window, nearly landing on his head.

“Nah, I was out running and saw you were up too. Whatcha reading?”

“It’s the DSM 5 - unfortunately they haven’t translated it into Greek yet so it’s pretty slow going. I was honestly hoping it’d put me to sleep.”

“Does it usually?”

“No, but neither does pacing the Apollo cabin.” Percy gave a sympathetic hum.

“Yeah, running doesn’t help me much either, not anymore at least. Isn’t there a medicine that’s supposed to help with that?”

“Yeah, but it just makes my nightmares more vivid and keeps me in them longer. I was hoping that I might find some ideas in these textbooks, but so far no luck.”

The boys sat in companionable, drowsy silence for a while before an idea popped into Percy’s sluggish, sleep deprived brain.

“How would you feel about a late night swim?”

After nearly 20 minutes of convincing, Will finally submitted. When they got to the lake and waded in, Will was surprised to find that his feet didn’t feel wet.. He turned to Percy, who was wearing a self-satisfied grin.

“If you float on your back, it’s basically like one of those fancy sensory deprivation tanks. It’s really soothing, sometimes I fall asleep out here.”

“Why don’t you just sleep out here then?”

“Well the one time I slept out here all night Annabeth tore the camp apart looking for me, so I figure it’s not a good long term solution. It is a good way to calm down so I can sleep though.”

Will treaded water for a few minutes, trying to adjust to the odd feeling of being in the water without getting wet. It almost felt like a light hug with occasional waves. Eventually he took a deep breath before laying back and floating.

“Woah,” Will gasped. It was as though the world had been muffled. Slowly, he relaxed muscles he didn’t even know were tense, his body aching in relief.

Percy grinned, a warm wave of fondness washing over him as he watched the other boy drift. He knew that Will would start to nod off soon so he just treaded water lazily, enjoying the lull of the lake until the younger boy’s breathing was slow and shallow.

“Will?”

He only got a quiet groan in response so he sent a small wave toward his face, making sure he could breathe through it. It felt like someone lightly running their hand across his forehead. Will opened his eyes, blearily looking up at the stars.

The boy’s made their way back to camp, bodies heavy with exhaustion. Will started to make his way back to the infirmary before Percy stopped him and asked if he had been sleeping there too.

“I just don’t want to wake the kids up. I’m usually up and down all night so it’s just better.”

“Well so am I. C’mon,”

And with that, both boys fell asleep just inside the door to the Poseidon cabin, not even making it to Percy’s bed. After that night, Percy kept a cot just for Will in his cabin. Embarrassed, the younger boy tried to sleep in his own cabin when he could, but more nights than not, he ended up at Percy’s. Some nights they would lean into their insomnia, playing board games and goofing off. Some nights they’d go for a long, strenuous run before desperately listening to white noise, begging to fall asleep. They even tried some meditation exercises that Will found in a book about natural medicine. They’d never know if it would work though because Percy couldn’t stop giggling whenever they tried it.

Either way, it was nice to not be alone during those never ending nights.

Though the two didn’t hang out often in the light of day, they tended to playfully orbit each other. Percy was always sneaking in to blow the horn obnoxiously during the Apollo cabin’s music lessons and Will enjoyed startling Percy during arts and crafts, often resulting in a huge mess. One time, when Percy was really engrossed in making a crude painting of the lake, Will startled him so badly that he flung his paint brush, which resulted in a large blue streak on Annabeth’s white t-shirt. The boys would never live that down.

Life was finally finally beginning to be good again. But by the end of the summer, Percy was missing and Camp Halfblood was thrown into chaos yet again.

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#ao3 #fanfic #percabeth #percy and annabeth #percy jackson #pjo #solangelo #will solace #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link

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lets-go-hurt-someone · 3 days

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Due to unforeseen circumstances I lost all 6 of my save files right when patch 6 came out so I had to start from scratch earlier this month to finally see the new ending cinematics. I am definitely late to the party but I finally finished a redemption/spawn run this afternoon and maybe I’m just sleep deprived but Astarion’s sweet relaxed smile watching Durge sleep and then the way they just hand-held their way into the epilogue party together melted my soul to butter and it is living rent free in my head…

I mean… Durge is finally sleeping peacefully and Astarion is finally safe. My beloved semi-reluctant mass murderers got better, guys! No more nightmares for the nightmare lovers ever again. I am absolutely 100% normal and okay about this😭

#belated patch 6 feels #I’m not even gonna get into how embarrassingly sad I was that I actually killed Gortash for once #I need to sleep lol #but I can’t wait to start evil Durge take 2 so it’s done in time for patch 7 evil endings!!!#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #the dark urge #durgestarion #bg3 patch 6 #durge

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fire-fira · 3 months

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20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @linzerj for this, so without further ado:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

On Ao3 I currently have 70 (though that number is going to increase soon), and on ffn (all my oldest stuff) I have 34. (Dear lord I need to eventually move my older stuff to Ao3. Maybe under a secondary pseud at some point... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

201,448

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Looooots of DC stuff, some TMNT, and with my older stuff I also wrote for Sonic, DBZ, Legend of Zelda, FMA, Gargoyles, Peter Pan, and Megaman. (I also have some early-stages fic and plans for Planet of the Apes fics, but I haven't posted any of that yet.)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Head Trauma - One of my earliest Bluepulse OT3 fics. YJA-based; Jaime gets knocked out on a mission and the team gets their first exposure to Khaji Da directly.

Loving an Alien Shouldn't be this Complex - Another Bluepulse OT3. YJA-based; Bart's part in what's intended to be a trilogy of fics about the same circumstances/events. Crushing on Jaime is one thing, but realizing he's crushing on Khaji Da is a whole different ballpark.

If You Think My Truth Is A Lie, You Can Get Bent - Bluepulse OT3 yet again, though background in this case rather than front and center. Mostly YJA-based; Bart is trans, in college, and entirely fed up with an obnoxious classmate who was perfectly fine with him and the fact that he's a guy up until she found out he's trans.

The Weirdness That You Know - Pre-Bluepulse OT3, pre-finding-out-Khaji-Da's-name. YJA-based; During some downtime on base after the events of season 2, Jaime winds up finding out that Bart and Khaji Da are very similar in terms of their sense of humor. The two of them getting along should probably be concerning.

Familia: Not Simple, but Needed - Bluepulse OT3. Mostly YJA-based; What happens when you have a sleep-deprived scarab who stubbornly has stayed awake for about three weeks? Nothing good and nothing the three of them would have ever expected if Khaji Da was coherent enough to think through the consequences of their actions before doing something.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to. Sometimes I wind up replying waaaaaayyyyyy later (when my emotional energy tanks it takes a lot for me to drag myself into talking to people in general, but I try to reply when I'm in a better spot), but if I have my way then I'll eventually reply to everything (unless there's literally nothing else to say).

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would honestly have to be either my Bluepulse OT3 poem I Am Your Loss or my La'gaan-centric fic I Tried To Warn You. I Am Your Loss is focused on Khaji Da outliving Jaime and Bart and all the feelings involved with that, and I Tried To Warn You is an examination of La'gaan's emotionally abusive relationship with M'gann and him coming to terms with the fact that he was manipulated and abused. So yeah. Heavy.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's a tough one. The Name That Calls You Home is one contender, along with Fatherhood Isn't Easy, and Trusting Again Can Be The Hardest Thing. Two of those are focused on family and finding home (TNTCYH and FIE), and two are La'gaan-centric (FIE and TACBTHT). So yay for one of my TMNT AUs and two of my La'gaan fics meeting the mark? (Though all three have some painful circumstances that make the good that much more pronounced. Yeah, that was unintentional.)

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

The only time I've ever gotten any 'hate' was someone trying to be pissy about an old poem series I wrote back in highschool because they didn't feel it was a 'serious poetic work' and was 'amateurish'.

That. On character-based poetry. For freaking Sonic characters. Seriously just-

9. Do you write smut?

Almost never. (I can't say never because I did publish one fic on Ao3, but by a lot of people's standards it's really tame.)

10. Do you write crossovers?

I'm not opposed to crossovers, but I very rarely do. Usually I find my mind playing with multiverse iterations of characters meeting each other, but it's very rare my mind goes to wildly different stories getting a crossover-- in no small part because it usually tends to devolve into a case of 'Wouldn't it be cool if these characters met? Look how cool this character is!' in my head with no real decent plot. (That said, thanks to some old RPs with a friend of mine I am fond of Mass Effect's femshep and Voltron's Allura as a ship. It was a chaotic RP. lol)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

As far as I know, NOPE. If I'm fortunate it'll never happen.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes actually! Both I Tried To Warn You and Unstoppable Until I Break that I know of. (Unfortunately I can't read Chinese, so finding them on the site they're hosted on is difficult for me, but I do know they're there somewhere.) La'gaan keeps winning. lol

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Only one, and it's Devilfish. Beneath the Surface was a fun collaboration between me and onyxdragonx back before tumblr's purge in 2018. I have no idea if he left tumblr entirely, but I'm glad we wrote it.

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

Ngl, it varies by series/franchise and how I'm feeling. I used to be pretty solid in single ships for characters for a long time, but as time has gone by I've drifted more into multi-shipper territory. At the moment though, the one that's eating at my brain the most is Devilfish-- La'gaan/Eddie-- because hell yes for my crack ship.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Maybe it's over-optimistic of me, but I don't look at any of my WIPs as 'abandoned' or as something I'll 'never' complete. Back when I was posting my writing only to ffn I used to joke about my trademarked 'delays of doom'. It's always a case of I will get to said stories eventually and I do work on old things from time to time, but due to shifting interests/life junk/life-junk-that-causes-a-low-creative-battery/etc. it can take me a long time to get back to something.

If I was going to narrow it down to the one that I'm not sure when precisely I'll get back to and is the most likely to take me a while to get back to (more than anything else), then it'd probably have to be an Elfquest fic with Leeta/Cutter/Rayek as endgame. Either that or the Planet of the Apes series kicking around in my head that I haven't quite figured out how to frame yet.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

FEELINGS. Emotions, getting into characters' heads and hitting that emotional gut-punch that makes people feel things.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Aside from my delays-of-doom™️, I can get SO damned wordy. And cerebral. Which isn't always a bad thing if I want my readers to know what's going on in a character's head, but it's a royal pain in the ass if I want to give a decent description of the space characters are in or have actual conversation and events happening while a character is getting lost in their head.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

YES. I WANT. GIVE.

lol Seriously though, while it might be rare for me to write full-blown conversations in a different language, if a character is multilingual then I personally prefer including indications of that with their word choices. Usually that results in an offhand word or several here or there in places where it flows naturally, but unless I'm confident in how things flow with that other language (whatever it is) then I'm unlikely to go for a full on conversation. If I am confident in the translation of what I'm writing and the switch into that other language makes sense for the characters in context then it's highly likely I'll go for it-- albeit with including the hover-over translation thing that Ao3 offers so readers don't have to bounce back-and-forth between where they're at in the story and the translation at the end of the chapter/fic. (Though I don't mind when other authors take that tactic.)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sonic, and though I didn't put any online until 2003, I wrote a whole convoluted series back in middle school and on up into early high school I think (I suspect most of it's lost because it was all on an OLD computer), and even before that I remember a script-styled Sonic fic that I never finished that I was writing back when I was like... 5? ...7? Somewhere in there. Point is my first fandom is from a LONG time ago.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Yeeeeeet another hard one. If I don't cop out with Unstoppable Until I Break and I pull in my older stuff, then I guess it'd have to be Two Sides. It's a Legend of Zelda fic playing with the concept of Zelda and Sheik as simultaneously being and not being the same person, and while I'd probably write it differently now (dear gods I published it back in 2008) I still love the concept and think it's intriguing as hell. Just the very idea of Zelda and Sheik having once been the same person and remembering it in subsequent lives is just... There is a TON of potential there.

Will I ever revisit the idea? Maybe one day. For now, it is what it is.

As for who I'm tagging: @sounddrive, @brightlotusmoon, @radioactive-earthshine, and whoever else would like to do this. n.n

#my fiction #my life #ask game

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thelovelylolly · 2 years

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Hey! I saw you're looking for fluffy comfort requests. About three weeks ago I broke my collarbone in two spots and part of my t1 vertebrae. There's not a whole lot I'm allowed to do with my left arm right now and kind of part of how I've been dealing is imagining a world where Steve is real and helping me out. I always see Steve being described as a total mother hen which I think is fitting. Could you write something where reader gets hurt (whatever kind of injury you want to write) and Steve takes care of them? They can be in a relationship or not. Thanks!

I'll Take Care of You

Summary : While training with Steve, you get injured. Warnings : mention of injury, that's it :) Notes : aw i'm so sorry about your injuries anon! i hope you feel better! enjoy :)

You were the only person who would wake up early enough to train with Steve. He would wake up around 5 am to go on a run then come back to the compound to train at 6. Was it because you had a crush on the captain? No, definitely not...

Yes. It totally was.

Natasha and Tony would tease you about it, but at least you were training, right? The first time you showed up early to the training room, it took Steve off guard. Usually, he'd workout and train by himself to gather his thoughts but then you walked in one morning and now, he looked forward to training with you.

You got up a little late since Sam and Natasha took you out for drinks the night before. When you woke up to your alarm that had been snoozed five times, you were late to training.

You jogged into the training room to see Steve was hitting a punching bag over and over again, with a row of extra punching bags set up. He looked over when the door opened to see you, already in your workout clothes and with your bag over your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to sleep in! I know you wait for me, I'm sorry-"

"It's okay. I know you, Sam and Nat hung out last night, I was expecting you to sleep in," Steve said with a smile.

Why did he have to be so understanding? Why did his smile make your heart skip a beat?

"Well," you said as you placed your bed down, "I guess we should start training, huh?"

"We should, since we missed half an hour of our usual time," Steve teased as he walked over to the sparring ring with you.

You and Steve would do a few rounds of sparring then switch to something else, whatever either of you wanted to do. You were on round three of sparring and the late night tiredness was catching up to you. You went to bed at midnight so you only had little over 6 hours of sleep.

Your hits and strikes were getting a bit sloppy and Steve noticed, simply dodging side to side. Then, you put too much force into a punch and with Steve moving to the side, you went flying forward to the ground. On your way down, you hit your head on one of the ring's posts.

Steve called out your name but the hit to your head made you dizzy and dazed. He was by your side in an instant, picking you up and sitting you down on a nearby bench. "Hey, are you okay?"

"My head hurts," you answered quietly.

"Just keep your eyes open and stay awake, alright? I'll take care of you," he replied, walking over to get a cold water bottle from the stocked fridge. He went back to you, kneeling down and pressing the cold bottle against your head. "What else can I do?"

"Just keep me thinking, ask me questions. That's what you do with head injuries...I think."

"Um, well, what did you, Nat and Sam talk about last night?"

"Nothing special. They kept teasing me, though."

"Teasing you about what?"

"They think I have a crush on you because I train with you."

Steve moved to sit next to you, still holding the bottle to your head. "Oh. Um, if they're wrong, why do you train with me?"

You laughed before wincing in pain a little bit. "They're not wrong, Steve. At first, they were, but not they aren't."

"So you have a crush on me?"

"Yes, Captain, I have a crush on you."

You looked over at Steve. In your sleep deprived and injured state, you just admitted your feelings to Steve. Smooth, real smooth.

Steve smiled at you, the same one that would give you butterflies, before giving you a kiss on your cheek. You immediately blushed as a lovesick smile grew on your face.

"I think you should take me to the medical bay, I'm pretty sure I just hallucinated you giving me a kiss on the cheek," you said, weakly laughing.

"Wasn't a hallucination, but alright doll."

Steve gently took your hand and placed it on the water bottle, making sure you were holding it before he scooped you up in his strong arms. He carried you out of the training room and down the hallways to the medical bay.

You may have hit your head, but you knew you weren't hallucinating. Steve Rogers had given you a kiss, called you doll and carried you to the medical bay.

He really knew how to take care of you.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america x you #captain america fanfiction

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yunarim · 1 year

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. . . loading : real-life otome simulator ☆ - chapter 2

❤︎ prologue ; chapter 1 ❤︎ tags : female reader, reader is yuu, extrovert reader, second-year reader, sfw, fluff, chapter 6 spoilers ❤︎ author's note : english isn't my first language, please make sure to point out mistakes if any! :) you can read this work on ao3 & wattpad ^^!

. . . loading 2nd chapter : 45% (in which Idia just can’t really comprehend extroversion mess and maybe a game session isn’t so game-ish anymore)

Idia can’t sleep.

He has tried closing his eyes countless times, and yet it’s already 3:47 am. What’s the point of being awake now? The sound of Ortho charging on a dock station isn’t disturbing in any way, moreover, usually it even helps. Some people buying aroma candles, Idia himself heard from Vil (another story of how he ended up in a potionology class, flesh-and-blood, but yes, he did heard it in live ) that maintaining sleep schedule is important, and in cases of insomnia he, above all, should visit a doctor, and then he could try drinking herbal teas, and… blah-blah, another normie talks or whatsoever.

For a second Idia thought it would be better if he closed his eyes and saw himself ordering a whole pack of 20+ aroma candles with a huge variety of scents as a cure from insomnia, but of course it won’t happen.

He saw Yuu‘s smug face instead. Idia Shroud, true genius, proud eccentric, pro-gamer in all fields (except these stupid otome ones), a grown-up 18 years old adult by now, can’t damn sleep because the one magicless girl is haunting him at night. Oh Sevens, another day, another flop. How the hell could he comprehend what happened today? Oh, the day already passed, it’s night, then it’s yesterday then. Idia despised himself at some rate due to behaving in a normie way. Would be just perfect if he graduated from this shitty college as soon as possible, live with Ortho, play his favorite games everyday, maybe raising a cat or two - Sevens, he just wants a fluffy cute little creature to give his sudden bursts of attention to at least someone (bonus points if it’s meowing instead of talking, so he won’t deal with embarrassing situations). That would be so perfect, so safe and comfortable for him, but fate has other plans stored for him.

Idia bit his lip, leaving another mark comparable to a scratch, and sighed heavily, closing his eyelids in the hope of erasing the image of the girl from his memory. He heard his underclassman once. An Ignihyde - Ignhyde!! - student asked Idia if he could give him advice as a dorm head, and Idia thought he built a strong enough image of him as a dorm leader - unreliable, insecure, uncommunicative, mysterious maybe, but nothing out of character. Idia tried his best, though, giving a nod and convincing himself it was just a small technical problem, but then…

“D-dorm head,” the student mumbled back then, and Idia thought of a quite distinguishing feature of all Ignihyde students - stuttering out of embarrassment. “I have no friends to consult… Can you give me a piece of advice?”

“W-well… Y-yeah, let’s see…” Idia hated being responsible for others. You’ve managed getting accepted into this college somehow, then you would handle the rest too, right? Why ask others? Why communicating? Argh, it was driving him insane.

“Y-you know… I-I… I guess I have a crush on someone…”

Sevens, it was hell. Idia wondered if Hades has ever encountered such a situation? What would he do if he was in Idia’s shoes?

He can’t remember what it was that he told him in response, but two weeks later the student ended up being rejected. Of course he was! Who would want to deal with gloomy, irritable and antisocial students? It was just logical thinking, rationale and just.

Yeah, normies behavior is the worst. He couldn’t believe he was thinking of Yuu when he could be gaming or oh wow sleeping even. Was it his first or second sleep deprived day? He can’t remember.

Idia will be staying in his room as always, but this isn’t helping. Ortho was looking really intimidating when he said he wants Idia’s room to be clean and neat when he and Yuu will be back after classes. So much stress for one shitty day.

For a second he thought of completing the game this night so Yuu will lose and yeah, she’ll complain for some time, maybe kick his ass, but that’s bearable, that would do. He even completed the route Yuu was finishing yesterday, all thanks to her walkthrough though , but then he thought Ortho will be disappointed in him and Idia couldn’t afford keeping his little brother sad.

Well… if he can’t sleep, maybe he can do something productive now?

With that thought he jumped off the bed, sighing and deciding to rearrange his figurines at least, preparing for a long morning full of normies tactics. Isn’t it pitiful?.. He thought, rolling up his sleeves and grabbing monitor wipes.

───◌┈┈───♡⃝───┈┈◌───

“Good morning, brother!ー Huh?”

Ortho turned on automatically, and the image of Idia with the lanky limbs of his sleeping rather uncomfortably on the floor, perfectly neat and clean room remained untouched. Ortho couldn’t analyze the received data for a mere seconds, but then his eyes blinked with a light of joy.

“Hehehe~” Ortho laughed, making Idia lay in a more comfortable position and bringing spare pillows to lay on. “See you soon, big brother!”

Idia woke up a few hours later, finding himself with tangled limbs, his whole body aching from pain. Unpleasant anxiety filled him, as if spreading over the body with viscid ink. He tried to escape his thoughts, accumulating in his head, when he took a look at the pillows around him, smiling and imagining Ortho keeping his precious brother in a cozy comfortable atmosphere.

Luckily for him, there were no dorm heads meeting today, he already could proclaim he’s a deadman because of Yuu coming to his damn room. Geez, was it necessary to ventilate the space or was some basic cleaning enough already? Could he be considered maintaining a healthy lifestyle by now? Argh, he started thinking he was doing it for Ortho, not for the girl who tried to debate him!

Alright, enough worry. He was going to beat her anyway, what would possibly go wrong?

His whole existence, apparently.

───◌┈┈───♡⃝───┈┈◌───

Yuu pulled all-nighter. It was not an unfamiliar thing for her to do, despite all Lilia’s complainings, but it was worth it, or so she thought.

Ortho kept on asking her, how was her school day, wasn’t she tired because according to his tests her state wasn’t a 100% one, but she insisted it was fairly normal. Human beings were still the most complicated creatures, Ortho thought.

Yuu felt some gazes lingered on her silhouette as she walked through endless corridors filled with glowing bluish light. She got used to being watched, but couldn’t help but wonder if it’s okay for her to approach Idia right now? She did not want to make him uncomfortable, even slightest.

“Alright, Yuu! Please have fun, I’ll check on you two later,” Ortho stopped at the massive heavy-looking door, tagging the girl on her sleeve as she wanted to proceed further without any thinking.

“Oh, thank you for showing me the way. See you!”

She hugged him, a smile spreading across her face. She took several deep breaths before knocking. But this, however, was not necessary ー Idia heard and saw her mental preparation on the cameras installed in the corridor, and thought about whether such great courage and determination was really needed to enter the room of a worthless otaku.

“Hello, Idia, it’s me, Yuu!”

“C-c-come in…” Yuu heard him mumbling behind the door, and made her way into his room.

His room was everything she expected, but suspiciously cleaner. Neatly arranged things, consoles, figurines and books with complicated names on its spines made her too stunned to speak.

“Urgh, just sit wherever you’d like…”

“Do you have a spare chair then? I promise I won’t sit close to you so you’re not in an uncomfortable position. Gotta keep a safe distance, you know,” she smiled but Idia didn’t find anything funny.

He does not have a spare chair. Shit.

Panic overwhelmed him at once, causing to tremble a little, and Yuu figured out he actually did not have one. Small “ah!” escaped her lips suddenly, making Idia shift his attention to her.

“I can sit on the floor! I’ll stretch a bit in case I won’t see the monitor.”

“N-no need…”

Suddenly a whole monitor just lost its glow, as if curled into a thin line, to appear right at the level of her face, closer to the floor. She gasped, astonished by the tech development of this world, and made herself comfortable on the floor, minding if it was alright to grab a pillow.

“Thank you, but… How would you look at it yourself?”

It's a nightmare, it's unbearable, he just kept embarrassing himself, worsening the situation with every second!

“I have an idea, if you wouldn’t mind,” Idia glanced at her, trying to cover his pink hair tips in vain. “You can sit beside me on the floor.”

Oh Sevens, he wanted it over already.

He didn’t say anything to her, though, sinking to the floor and pulling his knees to his chest, burrowing. He dropped his chin on the knee bones that were showing through his pants, to which Yuu swallowed vaguely

It was awkward.

“S-shouldn’t you do your extrovert stuff and just… You know…” Idia grabbed a console, stuttering while speaking and totally avoiding her straightforward piercing gaze, when she chuckled suddenly.

“Thank you for asking, dear customer! Today in stock: extroverted monologues which can help you in case you find silence awkward and don’t want to chat yourself, then we have an amazingly wide range of topics for conversation with the ability of further discussion support.”

“Geez, you’re spending too much time with Azul, quit it. You won’t gain anything good from it.”

“Heheh, you know him well! In any case, our service can provide you with another helpful item. Look here.”

Yuu gave him her phone. Apparently there was a 30 seconds-long video in her phone gallery, and he didn’t get what she expected him to do. Giving a small nod, she encouraged him to tap on a play button, and he did accordingly.

Idia recognized the music immediately, a remix of the newest Gakemo song played. It was a MijiU edit, many frames of her fancams flashed before his eyes, cool video effects changed each other with smooth transitions, not to mention pretty decent work on a soundtrack. Yuu picked MijiU finest fancams with the best outfit choices, considering Idia was quite picky with them, and Yuu managed to guess his tastes correctly…

Yuu wanted to ask Idia for his opinion on her edit on which she spent an unholy amount of time during a night she could be sleeping peacefully, but he pressed on the slider, dragging it to the start, and rewatched edit five times in a row, his golden eyes flickering with unconcealed childlike joy.

“U-ugh!” Idia realized he showed too much of his emotions and quickly tried regaining himself, pink hue covering his hair tips. “Did you do it yourself?”

“Yeah, I haven’t done edits since I got isekai-ed into Twisted Wonderland.. I thought of creating a MagiCam acc dedicated to kpop edits, what do you think, heh?”

“Kpop?” Idia asked.

“Ah, yeah, it’s the music genre. K stands for korean, and pop… I guess you have it here. Since Gakemo music sounds similar to one we call kpop in my world, then maybe it is called twst-pop here? Lol,” Yuu chuckled, making silly guesses as Idia rewatched an edit once more.

“I-I suggest you invest into this, sounds pretty cool…” He returned the phone to her. “O-oh, and t-thank you for this edit… You didn’t have to do it…”

“My pleasure! I thought I would cause quite a nuisance by being here, since you didn’t agree wholeheartedly to me coming here in your room. I’m glad you liked it! I’ll make more once I have time.”

It was another normie tactic of hers, don’t fall for it, it’s a trap, Idia thought, finally managing to keep his hair steadily blue as usual, calming his heart as well as pink hair tips.

Idia turned in his computer, a password needed for proceeding. A crazy long combination of digits appeared as black dots.

“Right down up right right down right right up up down down. Rotate, Invert, One revolution,[1]” Yuu hummed as if she was singing an unknown to Idia song, and he glanced at her real quick.

“E-eh?” He was genuinely confused, while the desktop image appeared on the monitor. An anime scenery, similar to something from Hayao Miyazaki’s works, and Yuu thought Idia decided to play it safe, almost revealing her sixth sense and guessing he changed it before she came. She would be okay with anything, considering she wanted to use Changhee[2] pic as her lockscreen, but it was impossible since the idol doesn’t even exist in this world, so she uses Kintoki from Kintama[3] pic instead.

“It’s a song from my world, maybe I should write the lyrics to you, I guess you can relate to it at some rate. I wonder if you have vocaloids in your world too…”

Idia now realized how he sounded to all the normies surrounding him occasionally in this college. Yuu was speaking an alien language, at least it sounded like that to him, but he thought it wasn’t bad… She had her geek side too, it felt… pretty much okay?

The opening scene began to play, and Idia quickly skipped it. He watched it one first time, and so did Yuu, it was enough. The whole menu was redesigned due to a true ending route finally unlocking, four walls ruined as cerulean butterflies enveloped menu buttons, small bell ringing noises escaping from wings flapping. Mysterious atmosphere got Yuu excited as Idia began the game. Yeah, the design was pretty, but the story still hasn’t awakened anything in him.

The main heroine found herself locked in an unknown apartament, the music citing suspense lingering everywhere. Idia observed Yuu‘s side profile quickly, noticing pupils dilating in excitement, and he could understand her bright mood. It’s okay if she finds the game interesting, well, it was decent at least. Not that he wanted to voice his opinion to her, though.

“Y-you know,” Idia interrupted the silence, which wasn’t uncomfortable, but Idia felt stupid speaking so suddenly. Yuu didn’t mind, though, tilting her head to see him better. “Many players get stuck in the first chapter because the difficulty level increases insanely.”

“Mhm, I heard about it. I’m still in no favor of turning the challenge down,” oh, Idia got it, she was persistent as hell.

“T-the game has a database with possible questions on which players need to answer by typing themselves, no options offered…” he continued, as she managed to keep up with his reading pace while he was clicking on his console, her eyes locked on the screen. “It has, like, at least o-one hundred possible questions b-based on your previous walkthrough…”

“Ooh! That’s so innovative!! Twisted Wonderland's AI development is incredible, really.”

“R-right?!” Idia’s voice suddenly became louder, but Yuu only smiled at him, returning him back to earth, him feeling highly embarrassed. “Ughm.”

They continued playing in silence interrupted only by the main heroine’s voice trembling, giving she was scared of being locked up and chatting with an unknown man through her phone. Yuu adjusted herself on the floor, nearly brushing Idia’s shoulder for a mere second, and got him squeaking in fear of being touched. She apologized for being inconsiderate, feeling embarrassment accumulating in her. She got so comfortable that she forgot they weren’t friends, it was a pleasant acquaintance for sure, but nothing more than that, to her regret.

In any case, they proceeded further, and a mysterious man who was chatting with the heroine, threw her into another chat with people she didn’t know. The players knew, though, since the characters were other love interests.

“Aww, look at K[4] being concerned about the heroine,” Yuu mumbled, cupping her face in her hands and smiling.

“Ew, gross, stop,” Idia cringed at her, quickly skipping the whole scene.

“Hey, wait, show me the log, maybe there was something important to the question we’ll get soon!” She protested, considering grabbing his console, but Idia just brushed her off.

“Nah, another normie cringe flirting, set me free, ‘kay? You’ll be in charge of these lame things.”

“I don’t mind, but I still need to see what they’re talking about!! How am I supposed to do it when you’re skipping a whole scene?”

“Chill, I don’t think there was something important.”

“Argh, just how are you so sure!! Yo, give me the console, I’ll check it real quick myself.”

“Woah, normie, get yourself together. Me giving you my console? Not gonna happen.”

And she thought the friendship was about to blossom despite every embarrassing interaction they had today.

She grumbled and furrowed her brows, not impressed by the Idia’s sly grin. He stretched out his hand with the console, making it almost impossible to grab for her. She leaned over, causing Idia to jump out of his place, making him stand, and she did the same. Their height difference hit her hard, giving she was really small next to him. Yuu realized it only now.

Idia was tall. Like, really tall.

“Dude, I highly recommend you to not pick up fights with me!”

“Heh, what’s with your casual confidence, normie?”

“Argh, don’t tell me we’re back to calling me normie!!”

Yuu decided to step closer, grabbing Idia’s shirt and making him scream.

“G-g-g-geez, normie, stay back! Critical damage taken, need a HP recovery item asap…”

Console fell out of his hands, and Yuu managed to grab it in midair somehow, but an unusual sound came from the game, shifting their attention to the screen.

“Shit,” Idia hissed.

There it is. The choice.

❑ :: you won’t be able to proceed without answering the question!

⌜ Why K is the only one who isn’t against of you coming over to a mysterious man? ⌝

✎﹏﹏ Type your answer here

“Urgh!!” Yuu sounded furious. “We skipped this whole scene, how should I know! I don’t even understand what was happening for the last 5 minutes.”

“Chill, I’ll manage, look.”

Idia escaped the game without saving, causing Yuu to frown, but when Idia entered the game again, they continued right where they stopped, the answer window still floating in the middle of the screen.

“What the…” he mumbled. “Wait a bit.”

He opened the browser and showed her a bunch of comments saying one can’t proceed without answering, and even deleting the game isn’t helping. It’s either one managed to guess correctly or one’ll be stuck for god knows how long.

“Guess we’re in this together,” Yuu sighed in disappointment, placing herself on the floor again, when Idia visibly began trembling.

And what was he dragged into even?..

❤︎ notes :

[1] - There's Supposed to Be a Cheat Code for Happiness - Yuzuki Yukari. [2] - Member of kpop group called THE BOYZ [3] - play on words, it's supposed to be Gintama (Gin means silver, while Kin means gold in Japanese) [4] - V from Mystic Messenger reference

This 'true route' feature will have A LOT of references to Mystic Messenger so be prepared hhh

Yuu in this fic is much shorter than Idia.

#twst #twisted wonderland #idia x reader #idia #idia shroud

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silverisafukintrainwreck · 12 days

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i'm bored and sleep deprived, so here i decided to share my danganronpa kins (as in relating to the characters) and why i even kin them! except they get more personal with each one. (i'll get into a bit of a rant for both of these so- be warned and stay safe reading cause dark humor about my trauma is my coping mechanism!)

1: ibuki! i swear she is literally just me. before i even knew what danganronpa was my friends would tell me i reminded them of her. absolutely her entire personality. i can't even begin to explain because iit's literally. everything. i am ibuki's sillyism fr

2: gundham! because i, too, have created a fictional reality and alter ego for myself that i get so engrossed with that i forget it's not. real. and i like to be very dramatic and extra about said alter ego and fantasies.

3: nagisa! ok to be honest my biggest red flag when it comes to this fandom is that i watched udg when i was like twelve and related a little bit too fucking much with the WOH. each of them in some ways, but the only one that still holds up to this day is nagisa. being a younger sibling of someone who is very academically smart when you're completely uninterested in that type of intelligence is a nightmare. the school i currently am enrolled in has an entrance exam. my sister passed one year before me, scoring second place. when i took the exam, i passed first place. not like i had a choice. i needed to be equal or better than her. i was better. but it still wasn't. enough.

4: celeste! picking up from gundham's "living in a fantsay" part, we have actually fulling embracing said fantasy and personality due to absolutely despising normalcy and being boring. this, along with a very important part of her character which i'll explain more in the last kin.

5: mikan! i have already made a post or another about kinning mikan, but here goes again. again on the topic of the not being boring thing, being ignored completely is my biggest fear. i literally rather have people hate my guts and insult me and lash out than them leaving me. i got caught up in a few bad relationships due to this. speaking of which, the smallest crumbles of affection or praise get me head over heels for people. lovebombing works like a charm on me!

6: the character who i hate relating to the most, kokichi. he used to be of my least favorite characters in the franchise. i couldn't figure out for the life of me why. recently i finally did. he remind me of ALL the worst parts about myself. it's probably self-explanatory what exactly i'm talking about, but it goes so deep that i can't even bring myself to talk about it in a silly tumblr post!

wow. that went a LOT deeper than i expected :D i think i'll shut up for a week after this

#danganronpa #ibuki mioda #gundham tanaka #nagisa shingetsu #celestia ludenberg #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #mikan tsumiki #z=47.vnt #z=47.txt #ughhhhhhhhhhhhh i hate thinking why did i do this

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Star Trek: DS9 characters x male reader

Scenarios based on oneliners, and quotes from my old, discarded fanfics… Part 2

{My original lines will be a different colour and no, I’m not giving you any of the original context–]

[All of these can be perceived as romantic, platonic, or familial etc, etc, everything is up to you.]

🚫female-aligned people DNI🚫

[If any of these are out of character, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing ;-;]

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1 -

*Y/N was hired as an expert for a mission on Bajor.*

Sisko: “So, how much do the Bajorans know about this place?”

Y/N: “What do you mean?”

Sisko: “Well, this. How much does the average Bajoran know about it?”

Y/N: “To the average Bajoran, this is just a unit in school. Maybe a big project at the end of the year.”

Sisko: “What about you? How much do you know about the origins and history of these caves?”

Y/N: “Sir… I’m an archeologist. It’s kinda my job to know my history.”

2 -

*Y/N is Bajoran and fought in the Resistance during the Cardassian occupation.*

Kira: “I didn’t know you fought back then.”

Y/N: “There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”

Dax: “So, about that one battle. How did you live?”

Kira: “Last I heard from that battle, no one survived.”

Y/N: “Well, I’m alive, aren’t I?”

Dax: “Then how did you do it?”

Y/N: “Well, a guy stole my gun and I spent half the battle killing Cardassians with a rock until I stole a sword.”

Kira: “You did what?--”

3 -

*Nog, Jake, and Y/N just hanging out like the bros they are, watching old movies.*

Jake: “These old movies have really bad character development.”

*Y/N and Nog groaning because Jake’s said this three separate times.*

Jake: “What?”

Y/N: “You’re a nerd, Jake.”

Nog: “We know you’re a writer, you don’t have to shove it in our faces.”

Jake: “Well, the writers should be better at their jobs!”

*At the same time.*

Nog: “Humans.”

Y/N: “Men.”

Jake and Nog: “... Y/N, you’re a man–”

Y/N: “I said what I said.”

4 -

*Y/N and Bashir during a mission in space. Their shuttle had been attacked and Y/N is tending to Bashir’s wounds in the shuttle.*

Bashir: “You don’t have to do that, you know? I am a doctor.”

Y/N: “Shut up. People who take care of others still need help.”

Bashir: “Ow!”

Y/N: “I know, I know. Sheesh. This cut is really deep and the bloody thing that would fix it exploded with the replicator. Why did we put the medkit back there?”

Bashir: “It’s fine, Y/N. I can do it myself. Stop worrying about me.”

Y/N: “Well, I do worry so shut up.”

Bashir: “Your ankle is twisted and you won’t let me look at it. Why are you helping me when I should help you first?”

Y/N: “This wound will get infected if I don’t clean it. Which is what I’m doing, so suck it up.”

Bashir: “Ow! Leave it alone. I can deal with an infection.”

Y/N: “If you wanted to die, you could have just said.”

5 -

*Y/N (Bajoran officer) meeting Dukat and Damar for the first time.*

Dukat: “Ah, you must be the man that spoke to us over communications.”

Y/N: “I am.”

Damar: “Are you going to take us to our quarters?”

Y/N: “You once ran this station, I think you know where the quarters are.”

Dukat: “Now, now, Lieutenant–”

Y/N: “I’m sorry, I can’t chat much right now. I have to get back to work.”

*Y/N glares at each of them and walks away. Kira sees him in a hallway and walks with him.*

Kira: “What did you think of them? Every time I see either of them, especially on this station, I want to kick them.”

Y/N: “... I’ve got a hitlist now. They’re on it.”

Kira: “Y/N–”

6 -

*Y/N and Garak, high on sleep deprivation and lying on the floor.*

Garak: “What goes on in that head of yours?”

Y/N: “Like usually?”

Garak: “Yes. Sometimes you can be very silly and casual and other times, I wonder if you have as much of a dark past as I do.”

Y/N: “I wonder about that too.”

Garak: “About yourself?”

Y/N: “Yeah.”

Garak: “... Can you elaborate?”

Y/N: “No.”

Garak: “Fine, then.”

*Silence.*

Garak: “Y/N?”

Y/N: “Yeah?”

Garak: “You once said that you thought you could never achieve anything… Yet, you have achieved a higher understanding of how you live your life.”

Y/N: “And?”

Garak: “Surely that’s a significant achievement as of in itself.”

Y/N: “So?”

Garak: “Well… How did you do it? How do you live your life?”

Y/N: “What do you mean?”

Garak: “You always succeed and then deny yourself any rewards.”

Y/N: “The feeling of victory is more valuable to me than human rewards.”

Garak: “... No wonder you’re broke.”

7 -

*Kasidy takes Jake and Y/N on a freighter ride.*

Jake: “Kasdiy! Slow down!”

Kasidy: “Why don’t you have some fun? You’re kids, you need to let loose before it’s too late.”

Y/N: “I’d rather not risk my safety, thanks.”

Jake: “Don’t you think you’re going a little too fast?”

Kasidy: “No.”

Jake: “I feel sick.”

Kasidy: “You can’t be motion sick from this.”

Jake: “Oh, I can be.”

Y/N: “I agree. I’ve almost thrown up three times.”

Kasidy: “Tsk, really, you guys?”

8 -

*Dax and Y/N sneaking around the station late at night.*

Dax: “This is the best idea you’ve ever had.”

Y/N: “And I’ve had some really good ideas.”

*For further context: Thes two idiots decided it would be great if they broke into Quarks to steal a bottle of alcohol.*

Dax: “Sh!”

Y/N: “I know, I know… I got it!”

Dax: “Ok, let’s get out of here.”

Y/N: “Odo is going to kill me if he finds me here, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

Dax: “Didn’t you get caught for breaking into Garak’s to try on clothes last week?”

Y/N: “Yes. I was bored and it was 3 am.”

Dax: “Wish I had been there.”

9 -

*Y/N’s first time on the station, specifically the Promenade. Y/N’s sitting with Quark, looking around.*

Quark: “How are you finding DS9 so far?”

Y/N: “Kinda grey. I think it needs something but I like the Promenade.”

Quark: “That’s why all the shops have bright signs. It’s good for attracting customers AND it brightens the place up a bit.”

*Insert a comfortable silence as Y/N marvels at the place.*

Y/N: “Wow, this place has a good fucking vibe--”

Odo, *appearing out of nowhere*: “No swearing on the Promenade.”

Quark and Y/N: “?????”

10 -

*Y/N has a thing for Bashir, but won’t admit it.*

O’Brien: “Come on, Y/N. It’s obvious.”

Y/N: “What is?”

O’Brien: “You are.”

Y/N: “No, I’m not. No one can read me.”

O’Brien: “Yeah, not in a million years, mate.”

Y/N: “Miles–”

O’Brien: “There he is. Now, go up to him and say something.”

Y/N: “... No.”

O’Brien: “Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

Y/N: “Wait–”

O’Brien: “HEY, JULIAN!”

Y/N: “Don’t!”

Bashir: “What’s up?”

O’Brien: “Y/N’s had something on his mind for a while and I think it’s time he tells you.”

Y/N, *through gritted teeth to O’Brien*: “You’re gonna find yourself crawling out of this with a beat-up ass if you don’t shut the hell up.”

Bashir: “??”

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lovecrafts-iranon · 2 years

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Screenshotting because I think it would sound weird to reply directly to the post with this.

I am consistently way less tired as an adult than I was as a teen.

I had a strong internal clock as a teen that made me always want to stay up until 3 am and then sleep until noon. Every single day I would wake up at 6 am for school dead tired from having stayed up (not staying up for any specific reason, just reading or even laying in bed failing to sleep) extremely late. I'd go through school in a haze of tiredness. As soon as I got home I would want to nap but my mom would yell at me if she caught me. I remember a bunch of times adjusting my laptop for homework so it would hide my sleeping face. And that's if I wasn't dragged into some kind of errand or activity or monitored closely to be sure I was doing homework. Around 8 pm I would suddenly feel awake and alert, sometimes running and jumping around the house for no reason, and that would last until I could finally get myself to sleep. I remember showing my mom and teachers and principals studies on how teens naturally wake up later and end up learning better and getting higher grades when school starts later. I remember arranging my schedule the couple of times I was able to make sure my free period was the first period so I could get some sleep early in the day. Blinking and shaking my head and doing whatever I could not to fall asleep in class.

Nowadays I have a night shift job so I'm definitely not following my body's natural inclinations but I feel fine. I usually get nine hours of sleep a day and feel well rested when I wake up. There were a couple of years when this wasn't true but now I've gotten used to it and I'm less tired than ever. And if I stay up late one day I can make myself get to bed earlier the next to make up for it, something I could not do as a teen. The lack of constant sleep deprivation is one of the greatest things about being an adult.

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vizthedatum · 1 year

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One of the college admission essays I wrote in 2007... or "how I downplayed the amount of trauma I was going through and masked so fucking hard to get into college"

The inhabitants of this Earth revolve themselves around certain procedures, schedules, and mannerisms that are unique to them, but are they so unique? Perhaps, we simply mimic or take inspiration from other lives, add our own personal touch, and call them our own, but a certain consistency is apparent in everyone's routine. In my case, I'm not so fortunate.

On an average day, I wake up at 5:50 AM, bang my head on the wall adjacent to the closet, and get ready for the long day in front of me. During the school year, I diligently attend school with a few minor complaints and learn how and what to study for the betterment of my education. While I involve myself in school and the work that pertains to it, I look for outlets that will help distract me from my schoolwork. These outlets are my extracurricular activities. I've been involved in orchestral work, which concerns my violin playing, academic teams (such as math team, future problem solving, and quiz bowl to name a few), and volunteering. This is simply an overview of my daily schedule, while quite frankly, this average day is not quite accurate.

As I began my freshman year of high school, I found that my "average day" was slowly changing. Though I kept up with my schoolwork and activities, I constantly felt deprived of energy. At least once a week, I would get an almost unbearable migraine and would have to lie down until it got better. The only reason why I survived my first term of high school was because I only had 2 academic subjects, Math and French. That term I was involved in the Pitt orchestra for our fall school musical, Oklahoma. Practices would run up to 6:00 each day, and after my mom picked me up and dropped me off home, I'd collapse on our living room couch for 2-3 hours.

Freshman year wasn't so bad though, because I'd try and keep my headaches under control as well as trying to keep myself healthy so that I could function. When sophomore year began, I had a fail-proof plan to succeed in school as well as taking the necessary rest I needed to keep focused. Everything drastically changed when on September 19th, 2005, my father suffered an almost fatal stroke. For a week, he was in a coma. I also remember that the Friday of that particular week, I had an AP European History test. I didn't study. North Memorial Hospital became my second home. I would go there after school every day and sometimes, stay overnight. For months and even today, I couldn't sleep at night. I did my homework during class and in passing time. Not only had everything gone out of control but my mind had as well. My grades got worse than usual, and I didn't care what happened around me. Nevertheless, I tried to make it to school every day even though my work output was of low quality. My father stayed in stroke rehabilitation for the rest of the 2005 year before finally being discharged from the hospital. Even though, he was discharged, he was half paralyzed, and his speech was severely impaired. Three times a week, he would go to the hospital for therapy, and most times, I would come too. During that year, I felt really empty and alone. I felt that my dad was going to drop dead and I would never see him again. I felt like I would collapse into tears every few minutes, and I did so a few times in the school stairwell. Then again, I felt guilty for feeling alone and helpless. My friends surrounded me with a protective coat of support, and my aunt and uncle helped us resettle into our new lives. Furthermore, my mother and my brother needed me. While I managed to go to school every day, my brother couldn't as my mother took him with her to take care of my father.

As if it weren't hard enough, when my father became sick, he lost his job. We were a family of four who depended on a sole financial provider, my father. We also lived in an apartment for which we had to pay a monthly rent. We then had to live off of Social Security, which was not so sufficient for the room and board of our whole family plus gas bills. It was very difficult especially since I tried to continue all of the activities I was involved in at school.

My father resumed going to work in the summer of 2006, but he mostly worked from home. When I started 11th grade, things were somewhat better. Whatever happened in the past was horrific to think about, and every day I would be reminded of it. My headaches also started getting worse. Second term of 11th grade was especially hard for me, because it seemed like I acquired every flu/cold in existence. Third term was even harder because I began experiencing sharp pains in my lower left abdomen. It turned out I had an enlarged ovarian cyst. For months after that, I experienced the same pain for unknown reasons. My headaches became migraines, and I found my body limiting my actions such as going to school. I was determined to not let that bring me down. My grades did suffer a little bit, but I took the responsibility to teach myself the subjects I signed up to take.

The summer before my senior year was a happy time for me. My migraines were getting worse, but I was getting treated for it. Though I wasn't getting any relief and felt guilty because of the waste of money all this was turning out to be, I spent my summer making myself happy with who I was. I hung out with my friends, happily taught swimming, and volunteered as much as I could.

Senior year started, and quite frankly, I was really excited. I was signed up for really great classes with teachers that I knew and trusted. The not so exciting part was that I didn't even get to fully enjoy it; I missed more than half of the first term. Every week, my mom rushes me to doctor after doctor to find an absolute cure so I can go back to my life. I recently got put on two new medications, and I hope they'll help. Meanwhile, I'm going to keep on keeping my commitments to school (even if I don't always attend), learning, and the activities that make me happy and build my character.

So many things I didn't say:

my ongoing suicidality and depression

the physical and mental abuse from my parents

the physical and mental abuse from my high school boyfriend

everyone disbelieving my pain

the abuse from my doctors

my PCOS, undiagnosed endometriosis, undiagnosed bladder pain

the absolute brutality of what it takes to get into college when you're poor

my undiagnosed anxiety disorder and PTSD

#college essay #i was only seventeen #harm #abuse #high school #college admissions #migraines #pain #doctors #doctor #prose #essay

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gideongriddle · 1 year

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fave reads of the past year (2022)

kind of a wild one!!! three books i read because i had to review them in my top nine, nice mix of 2022 releases and older stuff, big wins in my october spooky reading era, and most importantly, i never stopped thinking about melanthe from the second i started reading for my lady's heart.

in the order that i read them:

for my lady's heart by laura kinsale unspeakably grateful to @chelsebooks on tiktok for starting me on my vintage historical romance journey with this beauty. medieval knight/lady with very sexy repression, devotion and revilement intertwined, political shenanigans, and one of the hottest romance heroines of all time

calling for a blanket dance by oscar hokeath one of the most moving depictions of how a community shapes a single person's life that i've ever encountered and how complicated but worthwhile it is to break cycles of violence. every narrator was totally arresting

transgender history: the roots of today's revolution by susan stryker such a smartly organized and profoundly accessible overview of the transgender experience in the u.s. a nice personal reminder of how affirming it feels to read about the queer past!!

last exit by max gladstone gladstone hive never loses. a rip-roaring urban fantasy that so so smartly interrogates the corrosiveness of the american cowboy ideology. made me cry about the possibility of making a better world than the one we live in (complimentary)

the sleeping car porter by suzette mayr fast-paced but richly detailed historical fiction about a queer Black man working on a train in 1929. the most visceral depiction of fatigue and the surreality of sleep deprivation i've ever read

i keep my exoskeletons to myself by marisa crane i need everyone and their mom to read this when it comes out in jan 2023. speculative fiction about queer family and grief and the failure of punitive justice with a striking poetic sensibility. maybe my favorite child character in fiction that i've read recently??? invites deep thought about abolition and what it means to resist the state by loving and protecting others

burnt offerings by robert marasco absolute banger of a horror novel. 99% creeping dread (complimentary), with the kind of 70s pulp prose that i just love. excellent entry in the hungry house genre and a very fun exploration of anxieties around stay-at-home moms feeling stifled by their role

carrie by stephen king hot take but this guy is kind of a good writer!!! i live in a society so i knew the broad strokes of the story but i didn't realize there were epistolatory elements—we love lil experiments in form!!! honestly felt more like a tragedy than a horror novel—there's such a dreadful sense of inevitability throughout, even as you can see glimpses of a world in which carrie could be happy and protected from cruelty and violence

even though i knew the end by c.l. polk honestly???? huge win for gay ppl who were raised catholic, anyone fixated on barbara stanwyck in double indemnity, and those who have a fake good version of the cw's supernatural that lives in their head (me)

i've read 64 books total (just shy of my goal of 69!!!), only 6 of which i had included in my list of 2022 releases i was most excited, so the clown nose stays on for the foreseeable future.

books i am most excited kick off 2023 with:

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow by gabrielle zevin (my irl book club's january pick). zevin's YA novel elsewhere freaked my bean as a teen, and i'm thrilled to finally read the book that literally every outlet has included on their best of 2022 list

the city we became & the world we make by n.k. jemison (got halfway through the first book and purchased the second during my december trip to nyc). handshake meme between this duology and dimension 20's the unsleeping city and the dnd game i'm in rn. it's about places being made of people and what it means to resist commodification!!! very close to home while living in austin in this economy!!!

the stars undying by emery robin (just got from my library hold list). queer space opera adaptation of cleopatra's life???? i'm often skeptical of shakespearian adaptations bc i feel like they often flatten the plays but a friend loved and blurbed this one so curiosity has gotten the better of me. also i am not immune to dyke marc antony

the spear cuts through water by simon jimenez (i need to pick up the copy i ordered from bookwoman today or tomorrow). stories about stories??? on MY tbr??? it's more likely than you think

fingers crossed for 69 books FOR REAL in 2023, a lil more nonfiction, and more restraint re: buying books so i can make more headway on the enormous pile of books by my bed

#book blogging on main #sincerely making this post was one of the most satisfying ways to say goodbye to this year

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blackhallow · 1 year

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please share your nobamaki headcanons🤲🏼🤲🏼

CHRIST where do i even start. i feel like most of my hcs for them i've written already like nobara stealing maki's clothes all the time mmmm trying to think of some i haven't put in fics yet. okay uhh this may be messy but i am slightly sleep deprived soooo :) :)

i like to think when nobara is comfortable she overshares. all the time. about everything. and maki finds it really endearing and likes how fast she gets to know her bc of this. maki's never been as open, so she admires this a little and tries to be like that too

canonically nobara is kind of sort of a nerd (has been playing smash bros since she was 6 and still brags about it to this day, randomly drops yu yu hakusho references ((this may be gege projecting his love for togashi's works but shh)) plus spends her days off reading manga on the couch according to that one audio drama i found ages ago. may not be canon but let's pretend it is) so i think she rants about games or manga she likes and maki is ???? but listens to her regardless and becomes invested in the storylines just by the way nobara talks about them lmao

ik smooth maki is kinda the norm but i love the idea of clueless!maki. so much. completely oblivious to flirting, hints go over her head all the time. but in an infuriating type of way not even endearingly djdofjsjc. nobara is probably the first girl she spends so much time with, and nobara is A Lot so maki is very useless xjwpxnfjd

that being said, maki being effortlessly charming is definitely a thing, she ends up doing really sweet things without even realizing she's doing them.

mmm this is getting long omg. i'll finish with just. at first they don't really have a lot in common in terms of what they like and dislike, hobbies, habits, etc, so bonding was not always so easy?? i think they were a bit awkward with each other until realizing they do have a lot in common in terms of how they ended up in jujutsu high, how they both kinda escaped bad situations. of course, it's not totally the same, but they Understand each other much better after talking about that :) :)

#omg i miss them... so much #this really reminded me how much i love them </3 my girls fr #tyyy anon for the ask #sorry if none of this was what you wanted aidnalxja #if you want more specific hcs lmk :) :)#although this is kinda mmmmm like i said most of my hcs are already in fics or in fics i'm working on so dhdoajx yea #eventually they will All be out there #including the adhd!nobara / autistic!maki fic of my dreams but i'm not sure i'm ready to project that much just yet lmao #answered

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the-light-of-stars · 2 years

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some random oc questions for you

what they get on a sandwich

favorite genre of music

worst date they’ve been on

how much sleep they get on average

pollen allergies?

thoughts on rainy weather

bbbbdbbd sorry for the late reply!!! i didnt know at all what OCs to do these for so i'll just do each question for a different OC ndnnd

1. what do they get on a sandwich? hmm i think Em gets salad (the ruffly one, apparently that one's named lollo bianco), arugula and maybe spinach leaves, carrot and cucumber, pumpkin seeds (in the bread) and some kind of sauce...probably something with honey in it. i think she doesnt like tomatoes

2. favorite genre of music: i am. SO bad at music genres. i have a music style in my head but no idea what thats called. anyways Cynthia's favorite type of music is ...you know that type of music that could play in a club but also could play in a movie while the cool but very morally dubious protagonist struts down a neon light lit hallway. you know. girlboss music. specifically i think Cynthia would probably listen to a lot of queer artists of whatever that genre is called

3. Worst date they were on? for Charlotte...a date with a uni classmate that was just insufferable and so full of himself. just a real Patrick Bateman but presumably with less murder. how did she end up on this date? they were supposed to do a group project together and met in a cafe to discuss things, but instead of focusing on the project the guy treated it as a date.

4. how much sleep do they get on average? I'm not actually sure how much sleep Will gets...they seem like the type to not sleep a lot but theyre also very vain so it could go either way...actually i think that pre-corporate pr vigilante Will didnt sleep enough but also didnt sleep too little, average 'person thats kinda constantly stressed' sleeping hours, while during corporate-pr vigilante Will has a better sleep schedule at first because they get really vain and don't want to look sleep deprived. however their sleep schedule keeps getting worse as their health declines and their stress increases so at some point its actually way worse than before the whole pr guy thing

5. pollen allergies? Jess doesnt have pollen allergies but someone he dated for a while did which had prompted him to start carrying extra tissues and other stuff helping with that around. he and pollen person stopped dating at some point but he still made it a habit to carry the things around with him anyways in case someone he knows or runs into may need it

6. thoughts on rainy weather? Mirage is of two minds when it comes to rainy weather..they do enjoy rain aesthetically, and prefer rainy weather to sunny when it comes to the mood of it all, but rain conceptually does not jive with their love for eccentric and unique outfits, since the water would naturally be bad for the fabrics and the structural integrity of the outfit itself, and it would be hard to find a raincoat or umbrella able to properly protect their outfits and costumes from the watery onslaught. they probably have come up with outfits that do work with the rain though. performance art in a way

#thanks again for the ask this was so fun!!!!!!!#and sorry for replying so late i had no brain energy for who knows how long lmao #ask

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imarawbu · 12 days

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I had a realization today. Men will never understand what it's like to have and take care of children. They don't have to grow the baby, they don't feel the baby's consciousness inside them, they never have to give birth or recover from birth. For them, parenthood consists of getting off and several months later a wiggly crying baby. No emotional connection, no love, absolutely nothing. I remember before my daughter was born reading stuff online in the pregnancy group and other related FB groups I was in about fathers not connecting to their kids until they are much older, usually 3-4 years old and can talk and do things before they can form any connection with them. Men want the pride of producing offspring and yet have no ability to bond with that same offspring.

Women should just stop having babies with men.

I don't really care, if you come from a loving stable family, this is true regardless. My dad was always a better father than he was a husband. I would not call him a great father, he has since tried to make up for things and the way he treated me as a kid and teenager but my mother, as bad and uncaring as she is, was more emotionally invested than my dad ever was. We lived with my mother when my parents separated. I was 10, my brother was 6. We visited my dad only on weekends for a couple hours which consisted of me doing household chores and my brother helping my dad outside or putting stuff together. My dad wasn't able to handle us for very long.

My ex-husband, wanted to have kids with me at some point when we didn't live in the US. I had grown up not wanting kids (and not wanting to ever get married) both reasons because I didn't want to turn out like my parents. He eventually convinced me that having kids would be ok. I did accidentally get pregnant and he told me he could "smell it" and told me to get and abortion or he would rip it out of me. I refused. I miscarried soon after due to working multiple jobs, dealing with his drug addicted abuse, being the head of the household, and sleep deprived. If the baby had lived, they would have turned 5 this year.

My husband, we had agreed to having kids in maybe 5 years or so after we got married. In 2022, F's wife was pregnant and he asked me if I was interested in having a kid. I said ok. I was pretty delusional. My husband has many nieces and nephews, who I thought he was very good with. I thought he would love having kids and that having kids would strengthen our marriage, etc. When I got pregnant, it was the day before our honeymoon when I got a positive test. The entire honeymoon was hard to enjoy, he didn't believe I was actually pregnant. The honeymoon was a three country trip over the course of three weeks. After the first week in the first country, I was exhausted and tired all the time. He called me lazy all the time, tried to force me to eat, (morning sickness made it impossible for me to want to eat anything), I had a fair amount of hormones going on so I was emotional, as there were some stressful things that happened, and of course he was not understanding. This only got worse as the honeymoon went on. I felt my experience for Umrah ( going to Mecca) was ruined because of this. When we were in his home country and eventually meeting his parents his behavior got way worse. Long story short, he only got worse over time and was very unaffected about having a kid and saw all my concerns and me trying to teach him stuff as a joke. I knew he wouldn't be a helper or be spending as much time as he could with the baby, but I thought he'd be better than this. Two maybe three months after she was born, he started threatening to abandon us and now he's not stupid like his eldest brother who is in a bad/failed marriage and won't divorce her before their kid. He won't fall for that and will just leave. He still threatens this. That he will go home, sell the house so we will have no support and be homeless. But he's mentioned that "oh it's so sad that I am trying to ruin my daughter's life by making her grow up without a father." And maybe he will send a few hundred dollars here and there for child support.

Imagine if I remarried. This man would take on a kid who's not his and wants more kids. What kind of life would my daughter have, those kids have because men are incapable of connecting or understanding what it's like to be a parent and have kids.

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