#at least it'll give me a good block list

[boredstarboy]

I want vizzypop dead so i can piss on her grave for the acephobia she's directly caused me to experience EVERY DAY and EVERY TIME i look in a comment section where alastor is. im not even exaggerating i have witnessed and experienced so much acephobia because of her saying its okay to ship alastor. its not even funny.

#im not tagging this with fandom tags #but i went to go reblog some stuff and was instantly exposed to more acephobia in 30 minutes than i have in my howevermany years #of being out as ace #it'll make its way to the bad side of fandom anyway #even if i dont tag it #but i dont wanna censor the words because it makes me feel like sellout #at least it'll give me a good block list #ive known that red tumblr sexyman bastard since pre pilot #hes been fandom in law to me for years #i usually so ship and let ship #and i still am #but dear god this fandom needs more furries and less 'normies' for lack of a better word #OH THATS ANOTHER POST I NEED TO MAKE TO GET A BLOCK LIST #FIND ALL THE ANTI FURRY FANS THAT ARE ENGAGING WITH THE MOST FURRY SHIT I CAN IMAGINE #helluva has better writting though :/

[siffrin-enthusiast]

// intro post

[Image ID: A GIF of the In Stars and Time party, created by insertdisc5. End ID.]

hello and welcome to our little corner of the internet!!

more information (including about the music) is below the cut but the tldr is that i'm a happily taken 18 year old, auDHD disabled transmasculine host of a traumagenic DID system currently fixated on in stars and time, ultrakill, and coding. collectively we go by kuiper and he/they pronouns :)

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interests

there's..a lot!! in stars and time, coding, rain world, deltarune, slay the princess, pokemon, hollow knight, psychology (my college major!), fnaf, inscryption, generation loss, hades, celeste, ultrakill, warrior cats, oneshot, hunger games, moon knight (pirating it), night in the woods, and a good thirty more that i'm forgetting.

tagging system

i do my best to keep it simple because i'm too lazy to do a cool one for convenience! interests are tagged with the name of said interest (#in stars and time), and if they're somewhat newly-out, they get a "spoilers" thrown on the end of it (#in stars and time spoilers). if there's something i post about that you don't want to see, i highly encourage you to block its tag! i won't know or be offended! :)

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there's also a few special tags of my own! asks are tagged with #kuiper important posts for the important stuff (like this intro post), #kuiper favorite posts for my favorites/things i return to frequently, #kuiper asks, posts where i ramble about whatever is #kuiper rambling, posts about my dissociation/system are tagged #kuiper system posting, and posts about my disabilities are tagged with #kuiper disability moment! i also write fic and while i tag them with #kuiper fics, i post most of them over at my fic sideblog!

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i'm getting pretty into making stuff so..if anyone ever wants me to try my hand at something, please feel free to ask! this is pretty informal until i set more things up! edits, pfps, icons, stimboards, userboxes, ask games, fic/drabbles, coding, i'm willing to give it an honest shot!! feel free to ask!

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dni

i use the block button liberally, as should you! it's freeing!

basic DNI criteria!

people who don't believe in freeing palestine/zionists

entirely nsfw or untagged nsfw accounts.

entirely ed/sh or untagged ed/sh accounts. i understand if you're struggling with it, but if it is your entire blog, no.

syscourse. post whatever you want on your blog, just don't bring it to mine (asking my opinion, tagging me in things).

blank blogs. i will think you're a bot.

people who are still giving j.k. rowling money. shoo!!!

radfems, terfs, radqueers, transableds, proshippers, stuff like that.

anyone not on that list is more than welcome here!!

credits

theme and the lil cat popup by glenthemes

music player, playlist

the lovely dividers

in stars and time & gif by insertdisc5

siffrin looping gif

#kuiper important post #pinned intro #intro post

[crimson-calligraphyx]

A/N: sexual content.

I woke up confused when my alarm went off and I didn’t feel the comforting warmth of Noah wrapped around me or hear the soft groan he would make when I woke him up. I tossed the blanket off me, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed as I ran a hand through my unruly curls and flicked on the bedside light.

In fact, I wasn’t even in our bedroom.

When my eyes landed on the pool of navy in the middle of the floor, I remembered how I wound up here, in the spare bedroom. I sighed and stood up, promptly stretching before I made my way towards the kitchen to start my morning coffee, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I went.

I halted as soon as I crossed the threshold to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee slapping me in the face. There was Noah, holding a steaming mug with a soft smile curling at the corners of his lips as he made his way over to me. He hands me the cup, then cradles the back of my head and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Good morning, love,” he greets me gently before stepping back to give me space. “Morning.” I glance down at the steam billowing from my mug, breathing in the scent of toasted almond as it danced around my face. I took a sip, a smile immediately forming on my lips—he made it just the way I liked it. “Thank you for the coffee...but why are you up so early?” “I know how you have to count your inventory on the first of every month,” he flashes me a sleepy grin. “I wanted to catch you before you went in so I could lend you a hand.” “Oh,” I blink, shocked he even knew my schedule well enough to gather that. “Well, thank you, but you don’t have to do that. You look exhausted—” “But I want to, Liv. It’s the least I could do for being such a shithead.”

I chuckled and placed my coffee on the island table before wrapping my arms around him, nuzzling my head against his chest. "Yeah, you're definitely a shithead." His laugh vibrates through his chest as he holds me tight, and I can feel myself melting into him when he runs his hand through the length of my hair. "I'm really sorry, Liv," he whispers before pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "I know that doesn't fix anything, but I promise I'll make it up to you."

I close my eyes and sigh, nodding against him, unable to find the words to say to him without suddenly wanting to cry. I craned my neck and give him a kiss on his chin before releasing my hold on him to proceed getting ready for the long morning I was about to endure.

I squeezed into a pair of black leggings, slipped on one of Noah’s well-worn shirts, threw my hair into a messy bun and was stepping into the early morning 20-some-odd minutes later.

-

Noah trails after me sluggishly as I made my way through the back door of my bakery, clearly not used to being up at barely-4-in-the-morning. I giggled as he grimaces and blocks his eyes with his hand after I flicked on the lights, groaning lightly. “Did you even sleep at all last night?” I mused, now unlocking the door to my office. “No,” he mumbles.

I plop down into the computer chair and press the power button on the tower before turning my attention back to him. The smile on my face falters when I see him leaning up against the doorframe by his shoulder with his head following suit, his eyes heavily hooded with exhaustion. He wasn’t joking when he said he didn’t sleep.

“You don’t have to help me count inventory, you know,” I say once I printed out the list. I pick up the papers and tap them neatly in place against the desk, standing. “Go on home and get some sleep. I’ll be back in a few hours, okay?” I rub his upper arm while flashing him a concerned grin. He stands up straight and gives me a sheepish smile, taking the papers from my hand. He divides them in half, handing me my own stack. "If we each do our own list, the faster it'll get done. C'mon," he cocks his head to the side, gesturing me to get started on the task of fine counting every little item in the building.

Knowing he's never done this before, I gave him a quick rundown on what to do: follow the list, which is separated by type of product (dry, frozen, refrigerated, etc.), and write down the amount of said item. If a box is open, count each individual item in said box. Simple enough.

He flipped through his list, deciding on starting with the freezer in hopes of waking him up and getting that out of the way. I wished him luck with a knowing smirk, him only wearing T-shirt, and we went our separate ways.

I started with the dry ingredients, having left the containers for them nearly empty in advance to make it easier for me. I pulled the flour bin out, noting there was only a few scoops left sitting at the bottom and decided to toss it out so I could wash it. I brought the bin to the sink, swapping it out for a clean one and marked down that I had two 50-lb bags of flour before starting to transfer one of them into the container.

I hoisted the bag up, lying it horizontally over the top of the container, and took a knife to the center of it. I poured the flour in, and of course made a mess, having a cloud of powder erupt from the bin and coat the immediate surroundings. Shaking my head at myself, I threw out the bag and brushed my hands on my pants with a chuckle and went on to search for a towel to wipe up the mess.

As soon as I grabbed a towel from the drawer, I'm jolted by a sudden sting across my ass. I rub my sore bottom and spin around to see Noah snickering and roll my eyes. "Really?" "I'm sorry," he chuckles, "but you had a handprint on your ass and I couldn't resist giving you my own." I furrow my brows at him, "A handprint?" I twist and look over my shoulder, trying to get a view of my backside, and sure enough there was residue from the flour I had just handled on my pants. "Funny," I snort and turn around to wipe down the counter.

"I'm sorry, love," Noah's voice is low in my ear, causing a chill to run down my spine when he sidles up behind me and palms where he had slapped. "Did I hurt you?" he asks, his voice nearly a growl. He slides his other hand underneath my shirt and grasps my hip, his fingertips ice against my skin. “Noah, what are you doing?” I shudder, my breath getting caught in my throat as he chuckles against my neck. My eyes flutter shut, and I lean into him.

It was embarrassing, nefarious even, how quickly I dissolved from his touch.

“I’m cold from being in the freezer, and you’re so warm,” he replies matter-of-factly. “Thought maybe you could warm me up.” I roll my eyes with a shake of my head. "Hmm?" he presses his lips against my neck, beckoning an answer from me. I cleared my throat. "No," I finally say, "I need to get back to counting." I pushed myself away from him, reaching for my list that I set on the counter earlier.

I brought it to my possession, but his hands are now planted on my sides, holding me in place. "Noah, please." "Please, what?" he coos, pressing himself against my backside. "Please let you resume counting your inventory or..." his lips are against my neck again, trailing slowly up towards my ear. "Or please fuck me?"

Heat rushes to the pit of my stomach when he takes hold of my earlobe with his teeth. I squeezed my legs together, trying to calm the throbbing I now felt between my thighs. "I-I need to get back to counting," I repeat myself, trying to stop myself from succumbing to his touch. "I don't have that much time, Noah." "What time does the bakery open?" he counters, one hand squeezing my hip, the other delicately skimming over my navel. "I-it doesn't matter," I stutter, wrapping a hand around his wrist to stop him from roaming my body.

"I know we've got a few hours at least; what's a little quicky going to inconvenience?" I feel his lips pull into a smirk, his hand overpowering my grasp and reaching my breast. He runs his thumb over the thin material of my sports-bra, rolling over my now-pert nipple. A sigh passes through my lips to the feeling, my head falling back against his shoulder. He moves the other hand that was on my hip to my lower belly, splaying his fingers wide. I feel one of his fingers slide underneath the waistband of my leggings, and I breathe in deep with anticipation.

"There are cameras, Noah," I warn him with a weak voice, trying one last time to get him to stop. "So? You own the place, Liv. Who's gonna see?" Fuck. He had a point, and he knew it. He chuckles lowly when I don't say anything, his warm breath tickling the shell of my ear. "I know you want to," his voice rumbles through me. I tell him no, even though we both knew that that was a lie at this point. He knew just how to get me going, every time.

"I can tell when you start to break, Olivia," he mumbles sardonically. "You start to breathe deeply, your voice starts to tremble, you start to arch your back, pushing into me." I deny it, even though he was right; I was doing all of that. "So, you mean to tell me that if I were to slip my hand down your pants," he says as he does just that, taunting me, "that you're not going to be sopping wet for me?" I bite my bottom lip and shake my head, once again denying him.

He slowly runs a finger down my slit, causing me to gasp. "Liar," he hisses as he grazes his teeth against my flushed neck. "I haven't even slipped my fingers inside you yet, and I can already feel the mess you're making." My mouth goes dry, and I feel my cheeks burn, embarrassed by how he calls me out and mocks the way my body reacts to him. He fucking knows what he's doing, and he loves it.

His finger brushes against my clit, ever-so-slightly, and my body instinctively bucks forward, a mewl slipping from my throat. He runs his fingers through my folds, spreading my slick around with a devious chuckle. "I knew you'd want it," he says as he grinds into my backside, pushing his erection against my ass. "Isn't that right, love?" I moan out desperately when he slowly pushes a finger inside me, dropping the papers in my hand to reach back and fist his hair, holding myself up.

The papers scattered everywhere, but I didn't fucking care. All I cared about was the way his finger felt inside me, wanting him to fill me by adding another, wanting him to quench the thirst I had for him by bending me over this goddamn counter and fucking me.

"You fucker," I hissed as he nips my neck, bringing a section of my skin into his mouth and sucks on it. I feel his breath dance across my neck as he expels a laugh through his nose, still nibbling on my skin. He adds another digit inside of me, curling his fingers leisurely, coaxing a moan from within me. “Something wrong?” He muses, wriggling his fingers slightly. “Yes,” I let out a shaky breath. “Oh?” He retracts his fingers, but keeps his hand down my pants, “what seems to be the problem?”

I whimper from the emptiness, becoming increasingly needy as the minutes pass. I’m struggling to catch my breath, my mind so muddled from the fire he lit inside me that I can’t figure out how to get air into my lungs.

There’s a sudden pressure against my clit that causes me to gasp and my hand to claw into his hair. He rolls his fingers around my swollen bud, and my body reacts by grinding against his hand while simultaneously digging my nails further into his scalp. He groans into my ear, and I feel his cock twitch against my ass through his joggers, sending another wave of heat to my core.

I couldn't handle this anymore; I needed him to satisfy the steadily increasing desire I now had for him. I reached behind me and palm him through his pants, earning a soft moan from him before he guides my face towards him in a heated kiss. He pushes his tongue in my mouth, dominating mine as he drives me into the counter.

He tugs my leggings down far enough to where I'm exposed just enough and presses a hand on my back, guiding me to bend over. I feel him line himself up to my entrance, pressing only the tip inside me. "This is so wrong," I breathed out, but in no way did I attempt to stop him. "If that's the case, then I don't want to be right," he mutters, placing his hands on my sides and gives me a firm squeeze. I chuckled, "Me neither."

With a slow roll of his hips, he slides into me effortlessly, and I moan out from the feeling of him gradually filling me. He lets out a sigh, his fingertips pressing into my hips firmly while I adjust to his girth when he lingers inside of me. "Noah," I whine, flexing my walls against his length, urging him to move. I feel him twitch inside me, and I look back over my shoulder to see that his eyes are closed, his lips parted slightly as he lets out a soft moan. "Sorry," he mumbles, drawing out slowly, "you just feel so good." "So help me God—" I gasp when he thrusts into me suddenly, and again when he does it once more.

He sets a languid pace, and I can feel my body start to unwind with each stroke as he feeds the hunger I had deep within me. I rested my flushed cheek against the cool stainless steel of the counter, watching my breath fog the surface with each exhale Noah pushed out of me.

It was when he decided on changing his rhythm did I moan out his name embarrassingly loud, echoing off the walls of my placid bakery. He chuckles sardonically, clearly enjoying the way he's able to manipulate my reactions as he pins both my arms behind my back with one hand. He palms my ass with the other, massaging the area gently before suddenly spanking me, still driving himself deep inside me with fervor.

He slaps me again; I cry out and jerk, my back arching from the sting across my bottom. He uses that to his advantage, pulling me up with a low growl emanating within him. He reaches around the front of me, sliding his fingers through my arousal, spreading my slick around before rolling over my clit. "Fuck, Noah," I moaned, throwing my head against his chest.

His other hand finds its way around my neck, applying pressure on the sides, just below my jawline. My eyes flutter shut as the lightheadedness starts to take over, and I swear I can see stars from the exhilaration of it all—the weight on my throat, the feeling of him grinding against me, thrusting so deep as his fingers continued to work against my clit.

My legs start to tremble, the muscles weakening as the fire begins to spread in the pit of my stomach, consuming me. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you, love?” Noah whispers in my ear. I nodded, and he loosens his grip on my neck, the blood rushing back to my head and sending a wave of euphoria through me. He chuckles, “Good, I want you to come for me,” he murmurs and applies pressure to my neck again, his breath in my ear sending a tingle straight to my core.

His words were enough to send me over the edge, my back arching once more as I involuntarily clenched around his length and released a string of moans. I belt out his name when he continues to rut into me, his fingers relentless against my overstimulated bud as he carries me through my orgasm.

I’m panting, practically in tears when he finally releases his hold on me, and I collapse against the counter, bracing myself with my hands. His hands find my hips again, fingertips digging into my flesh with a bruising force as he pounds into me, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing around the room.

I feel him pulsing, releasing inside of me as he presses himself against me firmly, a low moan escaping him. He drops his weight on me, his chest rising and falling against my back while trying to catch his breath. He rolls his hips slowly, tapering off his own climax, trailing his hands up and down my sides gracefully—I can feel my body relax more and more from his touch. He presses his lips delicately against the back of my neck, peppering kisses against any exposed skin and I hum peacefully, a gentle smile forming on my face from the affection.

I groaned in aggravation when the fact that we were still in my bakery hits me, and start to push myself off the counter, "As much as I'd rather stay like this, I still have to finish inventory and wipe down the area thoroughly." "Just a minute," he mumbles, sliding his arms under my stomach and embraces me, trapping me against the counter. I sighed, "When I told you to go home, this was not the reason why, but it's becoming the reason why now."

He laughs, pressing one last kiss to my neck before releasing his hold on me and stands up straight. He slides my pants back into place before turning me around to face him, cupping my face between both hands. "I love you," he says, giving me a kiss. "I love you too, but you need to go," I say, pushing him gently on the chest with a chuckle. He flashes a goofy smile, gives me another peck on the lips and goes his separate way.

"Fuck," I whispered as I gave the area a once over, combing my sweat-stained bangs back with my hand, "what a way to start the day." I puffed out a breath, making my way to the restroom to clean myself up as best as I could before wiping down the counter with sanitizer.

I never finished inventory; I went home shortly afterwards, desperately needing a shower and a nap.

|Chapter 3|

#fanfic #fan fiction #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #fanfic writing #romance #quandary #sequel #pulled from the grey

[charbway]

another post about tf2 scammers

about a week ago i made a post about what types of tf2 specific scams are floating around steam, how to avoid them, and how to identify a scammer. a scammer literally just added me and to a newer player/steam user, their profile could come across as legit so i'd like to go through it and pick apart some of the red flags i look for when people like this add me on steam. hopefully it'll help some people lol idk

this is the profile of the person that added me. it seems normal enough at first, they have a decent steam level and their profile is personalized with artwork and a background. they've also written a bit about their hobbies and favorite tf2 maps in their description. initially, i thought this person knew me from tf2's steam forum and added me from there, but i did some snooping around just to be safe.

here is their full description. i know this might seem pretty normal, but for me personally descriptions like this are a red flag in my mind. the first part would be fine if they had any workshop submissions or had posted their work anywhere, but they haven't so it looks more like they just added some random hobbies specific to tf2 to make them look more legit. i've also never seen anybody list their favorite maps on their profile and in combination with everything else it just seems like they're trying to come across as more knowledgeable about the game than they actually are. this isn't enough to get me to block or report somebody immediately, but it does make me raise an eyebrow at least.

next, i scroll down and i see what games they play/own. 7k hours in tf2 is mighty impressive, but there's another red flag here: these are the only games this person owns and has played, and they're both free to play. for someone who has been on steam since 2015 at the very least, you'd think they'd play more than just tf2 and csgo.

another red flag is their friends list: there's only 8 people here. again, if they've been playing tf2 since 2015 as they claim, it means they'd have been on steam since then as well and most people would have a lot of people added in that time. (i've been on steam since 2014 and have 342 people added.) i know some people only like to add close friends or people they trust, but if this person added me out of nowhere and i've never spoken to them prior.

with all this in mind their profile is extremely suspicious, so at this point i've got a good hunch that they're a scammer. let's dig a bit deeper.

private inventories are another red flag as i mentioned in my previous post about scams. you can see the trade history of some items using websites like backpack.tf, and because of this a lot of scammers will keep their inventories private to prevent people from seeing if their items were stolen from someone else. it also prevents you from seeing what they have if they're chatting to you about trading.

this is an absolute dead giveaway. despite having 7k hours in tf2, they have absolutely no playtime on any of the classes. not only that, but every single one of their achievements were unlocked on the exact same day at the exact same time, which is impossible to do unless you're using an external program. it seems like this person used the program to unlock some achievements, then idled on the menu to inflate their hours on their profile. this is also why a lot of scammers won't have their stats visible; it's to prevent you from seeing if they actually play the game or not.

so yeah after seeing all this, i was 100% sure this was a scammer. here's them proving me right by doing the "we need you to play on/vote for our team there's money involved and we'll give you items" scam.

when i'm talking to a scammer i like to pretend to be engaged in order to keep them engaged as well and waste their time a bit, and because of this there's another red flag to add to the heaps of them this guy already has: why would you add a heavy/sniper main and ask them to play soldier or scout, especially when soldier is their least played class? surely someone who is looking for teammates for a tournament where money is involved would also check the stats of the people they're supposed to be playing with.

i sent them a couple more messages and they unfriended me shortly after. i've since blocked + reported them for scamming/phishing.

#tf2 #team fortress 2

[blushinggray]

why am i so obsessed with fuckboi Sero

sero hanta x fem!reader

cw // party games, exchanging spit (through shots), flirting, self-denial, slight blueballing?

possibly part 1/?

edit: master list

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This kickback is well into its peak, with enough people to take up every sit-able surface in the house. So you and a few other friends have taken up a spot on the large rug in the living room, sipping from your cups, playing cards, and going off on tangents. Surrounding you is a mix of your own friends and the host — Kaminari’s friends. You’ve known Kaminari for long enough, so you’re fairly familiar with his many circles.

Can’t say that you love all of them, but you can certainly get along with most of them.

Settled on the rug right now with you is a good mix of people. Ashido and Hagakure were the easiest to get close to, since they’re just so bubbly and open. Jirou and Shoji are a bit quieter, but know how to be a part of the conversation. Ojiro is a chill guy, though he’s mostly just sitting here because he’s Hagakure’s boyfriend. This is a balanced group to play cards with, but the game is eventually abandoned when Kaminari comes over with a new jenga set that he customized.

He drags along three other guys that to join in; Kirishima, Mineta, and… oh, that guy. Ugh.

“Hey there, pretty girl.” The tall, dark-haired, moderately attractive, and obvious playboy greets you with the same honey-sweet, deceivingly charming smile he always greets you with. The one he greets all pretty girls and boys with.

You've seen this guy Sero around enough even outside of Kaminari's parties to know that he flirts without intention. A number of your friends have already fallen victim (some claim “privilege”) to his charms and invitations to "hang out." While you have nothing against it, you're not gullible enough to let yourself become one of those numbers or warm bodies for his bed that he won't even remember a month later. You refuse to fall victim to that predicament where he takes up space in your head and makes you antsy for his attention again while he moves on to another target.

You've already been caught up in something like that before, and it was as torturous as it was embarrassing to be at someone's mercy when they aren't even thinking about you! So no! You won't go through that shit again. Because you know it'll happen. You know you'll fall right into the funny, charming, playboy trap and end up stalking him online for the next several months and waste all of your time again.

So no!

Unfortunately, it looks like it won't be easy for you since he's decided to plop his ass right next to you in this growing circle on the rug.

"Hi." you have enough grace to at least greet him in front of everyone else.

He's tame for the most part, like he usually is at the beginning, while Kaminari explains that he's written instructions on each of the jenga blocks that you have to follow in order to add it to the top of the tower. The look on his face tells you that he's looking forward to this game though... and you're not sure what to make of that.

But as the blocks start piling up, you start to get the gist. A lot of these are funny and simple, but they're scandalous in nature.

Kirishima and Shoji have already had to strip off a piece of clothing, though while Kirishima just went for it, Shoji at least had the sense to just take off a sock so he wouldn't end up shirtless (not that you're complaining though). Ashido had to spell out her name with her butt, Jirou drank so she wouldn't have to reveal who she last slept with, Hagakure had to kiss someone in the circle — which she luckily had her boyfriend for — and Mineta drank so he wouldn't have to do a sexy chair dance ("Look at me! In what possible way will this body look flattering while doing a chair dance! Give me a break!")

You got off pretty easy with having to spank someone in the circle, so you copped out and gave Ashido's cheeks a nice smack before stacking your block on top of the tower. However, Sero pulls one that automatically makes him smile and look at you after he reads it.

"Birdfeed someone a shot."

You have never seen him look so goddamn smug. His teeth are showing, he's smiling so much. And while some people in the circle are yelling with excitement, others are watching with anticipation and their hands over their mouths.

After darting your eyes around, you look back to find Sero still staring pointedly at you, and only you. Which is exactly what you were hoping to avoid.

"What are you looking at me for?" You say indignantly.

"Cause I wanna feed you the shot." He answers immediately, with the same cocky smile on his face, "Unless you're scared of getting a little spit in your mouth."

"So sue me if I am." You retort, making a noise of disgust. But you're immediately countered with complaints from the group. "Shut up! One of you guys do it then if you wanna see it so bad! It doesn't say that it has to be me!"

There's a bit of back and forth but eventually, Ashido and Hagakure's pleading gets you to give in — though they've known Sero longer than they've known you, you want to trust that they wouldn't push you into something that would lead to you getting played or hurt.

So with an annoyed groan, you shift a bit to face Sero, "Just make it quick."

The bottle of jaeger is already in his hand when he gives you a triumphant smile, "You got it, cutie."

With a quick waterfall pour from the neck of the bottle, Sero fills his mouth and then gets to his knees so he can position himself above you. Gently grabbing your head in one hand, and prying your jaw open with his other hand, he looks straight down into your eyes as he spits a steady stream of the now warm liquor into your open mouth.

This is way more intimate that you were already worried it would be. His hands controlling your head and mouth position and the way he just towers over you leaves you feeling vulnerable, making your nerves stir in excitement, creating a cocktail in your bloodstream with the alcohol that's been seeping in all night.

You do your best not to startle and choke at the position while he's literally spitting into your mouth. But the second the last drop leaves his mouth, you break away from his hold to hurriedly swallow and cough into the floor to get ahold of yourself.

Ignoring the cheers from the group, you sit up to find Sero casually adding his brick to the top of the jenga tower and giving you a wink in thanks. You let out another groan and roll your eyes before settling back into your seat and taking a sip of water.

You spend the rest of the game trying to get your mind back on track, trying to pay attention to what's going on around you, trying to forget the feeling of his coarse, strong hands on you. But now, every time Sero gives you a look, innocent or not, you turn away like you've suddenly got an allergic reaction to him.

This game is going on pretty long for a bunch of drunkards, despite how the bottom has lost a lot of foundational support already. But thankfully, the tower finally collapses and frees you from getting up up in any more drunk shenanigans with Sero — though Mineta is the one who has to suffer and chug down the rest of the bottle of jaeger straight as punishment.

Your troubles aren't over though, it seems, since Sero follows you into the kitchen to mix his own drink. And somehow, with all the booze you've downed throughout the night, you're at enough ease to entertain his company.

It must be the alcohol getting to you, because there is no way that he is this funny and this cool and this... cute. Damn, he really is cute. You probably would never admit this to yourself sober, but he is really fucking attractive. If he wasn't something of a casual heartbreaker, you just might take him for a ride.

"Want me to make you a drink?" He offers when he sees you struggling to decide between all the bottles on the table. Though in truth, you just can't focus long enough to read the tiny print to figure out what's what.

"And how do I know you won't spike it?" the accusation just dribbles out of your mouth. It might rude to assume, but it's a valid concern.

"Hmm, fair point. Well, I can just give it to you the way I did earlier." he says with a cheeky smile.

"What are you... talking about."

That's when you vaguely realize that he's standing a bit closer to you than he was before. In fact, if you were to fully turn towards him, you're sure your chests would brush against each other.

When he's this close, you have to tilt your head up a bit to look at him, since he's just so freaking tall. Almost lanky. But you know from his fitted clothes and the way he held your face open for him earlier that he's all lean muscle. He's skinny at a glance, but when you're looking up at him from this close, he actually feels pretty big. Like he could wrap you up in his arms and feel just like a blanket.

A really handsome blanket...

"Open up." He smiles down at you before quickly grabbing a bottle of something clear.

You're in a bit of a daze as he pours a generous amount of the clear liquid into his mouth and holding it in his cheeks as he sets the bottle back down. Then he looks at you and cups your jaw with one hand, pulling it down to get your mouth open. And he puckers his lips to form a spout for the liquid to trickle out of his mouth and into yours.

Gin.

Ugh. It's so much at once. You'd much rather have had it mixed in a cup already. But Sero is quick to pour some soda into his mouth so he can just as quickly chase it into your mouth. And you have to admit, the sweetness is very welcome after that whole shot of gin coating your throat.

But this time, instead of spitting it in a straight stream like he did with the liquor, he lets it dribble out of his open lips to rain into your mouth. It's kind of gross and intimate but it does coat your mouth a bit more to cover up the bitter taste. Though your rapidly beating heart might be enough to distract you from all of that anyway.

"And last, just a bit of orange. Since it's my fave." Sero says before drinking from bottle of orange juice — must be the fresh kind — and this time, just sealing the liquid into your mouth by pressing his lips against yours.

You want to blame someone or something for the way you close your eyes and let out a little moan. The alcohol, or his playboy charisma and techniques, or maybe even your friends for creating such an opportunity for this to happen. Just... something other than your own desire for this guy that's gonna be nothing but trouble. But somehow, you know that it's all you.

It's you who swallows the juice as quickly as possible so you can find out what his mouth tastes like behind it. It's you who lets his tongue in without so much as pretending to resist. It's you who puts your hands on his waist, and then on his chest, and then digs wrinkles into his shirt to keep him close. It's you who lets your resolve weaken so he can pull you in by the waist and back of your neck to kiss him harder, deeper, like you've been desperately waiting for each other.

At some point, pulls away and backs you into another part of the kitchen, where he lifts you up to sit you on the edge of the sink. Up here, you're a little higher than him now, but he supports all your weight when you lean down to meet him in another kiss. It's also much easier to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist up here.

God, it feels so good. His mouth, his hands, his body, everything that you had been denying yourself despite secretly wanting it...

"Ugh..." You moan when he pulls away from your lips to kiss down your neck. He sucks a little and nips a bit and tickles you to make you laugh and whine at him for teasing you. Oh my god, he is so fun, and so cute, and such a good kisser, and so—

"[Name]." A familiar, feminine voice calls out to you, " Wait— Wait a minute. Are you—?! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!!"

As the number of squealing voices doubles, your eyes snap open and reality comes crashing back down on you. Because— hello?? Sero??? The playboy you've been avoiding this entire time??? And you're letting him stand tucked between your legs while he basically makes out with your neck??

"Oh— Oh my god. Oh my gosh, no. No! No." You say more to yourself than the man you push away as you jump off of the sink and try to shake yourself out of this dizzy, horny stupor.

"Oh, no please. Don't stop on my account. I'll leave you two be, and—"

You ignore Ashido's giggles as you turn around to turn on the sink, splashing at your face with the cold water despite knowing it'll ruin your makeup. You need to wake yourself the fuck up.

"Hey, uhm... are you okay?" It's Sero's voice that comes out soft and concerned as a large hand rests on your back, "Do you need water or something?"

"[Name], hey, what's going on?" Ashido's voice comes closer as well.

After taking a few deep breaths, and wiping off the layer of water on your face, you stand up straight and face the kitchen again. "I'm going home." You announce robotically, like you have to physically manifest this reality with words, or it'll escape you.

"Sorry." You say with an awkward pat on Sero's shoulder before walking out into the main hallway.

"Wait!" Ashido runs after you, "[Name], what's wrong? I'm sorry if I interrupted you or something."

"No, no. I'm glad you did. I'm drunk." You say with a shake of your head as you try to identify your jacket on the long wall of them hanging from hooks. But you find it and shrug it on before saying you last goodbyes to her and calling yourself a taxi, "Can you let the others know I left?"

"Yeah, of course. But..." Ashido blinks at you before looking back towards the kitchen area like she has something else to say.

"But what?"

"Never mind. I'll just talk to you about it later. When you're sobered up." She decides, following you out of house to wait with you until your taxi arrives.

You thank her with a hug before stepping into the car and spend the entire ride home sighing at how his touch lingers on every part of your body now.

So much for not letting him get in your head.

—

tbc?

part 2

#sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta #bnha x reader #drabble #there is no plot to this only unfulfilled flirting but i actually kinda like it #is what i say at 12:23am while on the cusp of waking and unconscious #this is just a bit of a writing exercise for me to get the ball rolling again for my other writing projects #pls be forgiving #mine

[laithraihan]

Hey I really love your art - I wanted to ask if you use references from anywhere specific.

Also, have you considered the idea of Reigan becoming Minori's Guardian Ad Litem? I agree that Reigans not exactly the kind of person to make the most responsible father (at least where we leave him in the show) but I could totally imagine him becoming her guardian for some legal reason.

He's really the only adult she'd know to trust outside her father.

I can imagine they're put a whole court case together with Reigan as her guardian just for legal reasons and they win, and then Minori's like. "Oh shit where do I go? Guess your my guardian for real now." And Reigan is like.

What?

Thank you 🫶💜 hmm well for pose references including clothing etc I just get them from google stock images, I generally try to avoid making the pose too similar to the images I see so I sometimes draw in different angles (honestly most of the time I struggle looking up references because I cant find a picture in a specific angle I want, so I go with my intuition even if it's wrong), honestly google is probably the place I rely on the most for this. Like if I forget what a shoe looks like then I'll just google it.

If you're talking about where I got inspiration for my art style (or what I look to get ideas for my art etc) I'd say the major ones for me are ONE's sketches on twitter (especially his shaky lineart and how he draws eyes), early episodes of Detective Conan (clothing folds, color choices sometimes, body proportions like the chest being pointed etc), Revolutionary Girl Utena (also clothing and body proportions), FLCL (I have no idea what parts of it influenced my art but I feel like it's an obligation to list it here)

Uhh for the fun drawings that require more effort I'd say music is inevitably the most important part of it. 99% of the time my drawings that arent plain sketches are modeled after a specific song I listen to (primarily from ZARD but other artists too although not as often) even then I think my sketches are still influenced by ZARD somehow. Wait I completely forgot to mention I also look up images of ZARD on Pinterest for poses or just... to draw anything honestly. Theres a good number of pictures of her in various angles (I remember one of her photographers said she was very photogenic so most of her pictures are very casual as if a camera wasn't present) I think it's good to look at them if you are looking for something natural. Just looking up "Izumi Sakai" there will give you results.

For text placement/colors/vibe/whatever I like to look at old media I grew up with like MADs, shitty websites made in the 90s/2000s, old anime subtitled in Arabic (I have plenty of DVDs with anime dubbed/subbed in Arabic that I have no idea where we got them from, I assume it's all pirated. Anime openings/endings in Arabic also have very poor aesthetics when it comes to logo placement/text color/text animation/etc but that's exactly why I like them) I also have a Pinterest board with outdated ZARD edits that I look at often while drawing. For image textures or backgrounds I use this website. If I struggle with art block or don't know how to draw a specific thing I also look at everything I previously listed and reference from there. Anyways I talked a Lot but hopefully I could help with that.

As for Reigen being a guardian .... I never considered it seriously but I think he could pull it off. He'll definitely make mistakes but he could succeed if he had a daughter. I just have to kill off Minori's real dad or something and it'll work. The only problem would be that Minori has to live with the fact that her new father is broke and unable to spend thousands of dollars for her every week.

#asks

[sopebubbles]

Chapter Seven

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: language, Taehyung needs to learn boundaries, mild violence related to boxing, Yoongi bein' the sweetest 🥺

A/N 1: hello everyone! beastie here 🐾 this is what was originally the second half of chapter 6. We'll get the back stories of a lot of the members and how they came to be involved with Bangtan. I'm going to make a character chart later this week so that it'll be easier to keep track of the details. 😁

A/N 2: When the cast is all together, words in italics are typically in Spanish or Korean. Out of the group, Hoseok knows the least English. So it's safe to assume that if it's just the boys talking to each other, that it's in Korean or some blend of Korean and English, even if it's not in italics.

Word count: 7K

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A life of crime was best lived at night. That meant that often there was nothing much going on during the day in Namjoon's mansion. Most of the inner circle stayed close, with all but Jin and Hoseok living in the mansion, partly for Namjoon's protection and partly for the company. Only Jin wanted to spend his wealth on his own place, a significantly smaller but still extravagant house in Santa Monica where he lived with Hoseok. Not that you knew that yet. 

When you finally did wake up after noon, you munched on a Little Debbie's cake that Yoongi had left you before you dressed in some work out clothes and went downstairs carrying your tennis shoes in your hand. You found Yoongi drinking a leisurely cup of coffee in the sun drenched kitchen. 

"Hey," he smiled warmly at you over his cup. "How are you feeling?" 

Just as you were about to answer you noticed someone rummaging around in the refrigerator and you stopped yourself, clearing your throat. "I'm fine," you answered simply.

Jimin turned around, dumping all the ingredients for a sandwich onto the counter top. "Oh, hey, Val," he greeted with a flirtatious smile that had you rolling your eyes.

"How's your-"

"I'm fine," you repeated, cutting off Yoongi from whatever he was going to ask. His face fell perceptibly and Jimin looked between the two of you as the tension thickened. You sucked in a shallow breath and forced a smile. "Thank you for the sleeping pills. I haven't slept like that in…well, ever, really. I'm feeling much better now." You tried to give Yoongi a look to let him know how grateful you truly were while still hoping he'd keep his mouth shut. 

He smiled again. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. Would you like something to eat? There's still coffee."

"I had something." You shook your head before he could get up from his chair. "Um, where's Jungkook?"

"He's out at the pool working on his tan," Jimin snickered with a nod of his head out the toward the patio in front of the pool. You gave him a grateful nod and went out the glass door. He said something to Yoongi in Korean before you were out of earshot and you glanced back, but neither of them noticed. 

"You're so fucking whipped for her and it's only been two days."

"I'm just trying to make sure she's comfortable. And don't talk in Korean so she doesn't understand. That's so rude."

Jimin rolled his eyes and you decided to ignore them, continuing on your mission.

As you stood over him, Jungkook raised his hand to block out the high noon sun so he could see you. 

"'Sup, princess?" He asked lazily. 

"Don't call me 'princess,'" you grumbled. Your eyes traced over the many tattoos that covered Jungkook's right arm and wondered why he'd kept them isolated to that one section of his body from his hand up to his shoulder. It didn't hide the bulging biceps either and you found his chest equally defined. 

"Earth to Val," he smirked, letting you know you'd been caught staring. "Take a picture. It will last longer."

You scoffed, coming back to your senses. "I need you to take me somewhere."

"Can't. I'm busy." He adjusted himself to lay comfortably again and closed his eyes, dismissing you. "Ask Taehyung to take you."

"I don't wanna ask Taehyung."

"Then ask Hobi."

"Who's Hobi?" Not that you had actually gotten any proper introductions to anyone but Namjoon, but you didn't remember a Hobi.

Jungkook laughed lightly as if he was amused by your ignorance and sat up. "Where do you need to go?" 

"There's a gym in East Hollywood I need to go to."

He squinted up at you. "There's a gym here." He almost laid back down.

"It's a boxing gym." Jungkook's interest peaked, if the way he perked up was anything to go by. 

"You wanna box? I'll box with you!" He was almost too enthusiastic, and you had to take a step back to avoid him as he sprang up from the lounge chair.

"No, thank you," you replied, your thanks coming out somewhat sarcastic. 

"Aw come on, Val. I'll go easy on you!"

"Ha! I don't like to pull punches and I would hate to mess up that pretty face," you taunted. 

Jungkook gave you a smile that was too adorable for the well muscled man who owned it. He was tall and broad, with every part of his body showing strength. When his face was at rest, it was absolutely lethal, even with his dark curls falling in front of his large eyes. 

"Oh, so you wanna spar for real. Let's go!" He agreed and started heading inside before you could refuse again, and since it seemed like he wouldn't be taking you to your actual gym, you decided to follow.

Jungkook led you through the kitchen, taking a left at the hallway where you knew Yoongi's office was located, but across the hall he opened a door to a set of stairs leading downward. It was obviously not a creepy kind of basement, and with Yoongi around you figured nothing bad would happen to you down there. You were amazed to find that there was a whole other floor of rooms down below. In the center was a second, more casual living room where Jimin was settling with his sandwich to watch a K-Drama on a large screen TV that took up almost the whole wall.

Jungkook led you through to another hallway until you reached a frosted glass door. Energetic music came quietly from inside, growing a little louder when Jungkook opened the door. 

"Sorry, Joonie," you heard him say before you could even enter. "Val and I wanted to use the gym, but we can come back later."

This room, like all the others in the house,  was quite spacious. There was a treadmill, bike and elliptical machine facing one wall. On the opposite end, a full set of free weights and a completely mirrored wall. There was a bench and power cage, too. In one corner of the room hung a heavy bag and a speed bag. You spent so much time inspecting the equipment that you almost didn't look at Namjoon.

"That's alright. I was just finishing up anyway," he told Jungkook as he racked the weights he'd been using. Sweat poured down his face and neck, and when he turned around to cut off the music he'd been playing, it was impossible not to stare at every muscle of his broad back. He wasn't shirtless like Jungkook—who didn't seem at all bothered by being half naked—but the sweat soaked tank top he wore clung to his skin, leaving little to the imagination. Was it a requirement to look like a Greek god in order to be part of Bangtan?

Jungkook didn't miss you staring at his leader and he tried to suppress a giggle. "We're gonna box, if you want to stay," Jungkook offered, and the idea suddenly filled you with anxiety. 

"No, I have things to do. Have fun." Namjoon's refusal gave you relief, until he continued. "Val, we'll talk later," he said plainly before leaving the room.

While you were left staring at the empty doorway he'd walked through, Jungkook got a set of wraps and gloves for you. 

"These will probably fit you," Jungkook said as he held out a pair of blue Everlast gloves to you. "They're Jimin's, but he doesn't use them much." 

You chuckled a little to yourself as you set the gloves down and began wrapping your hand methodically. While you had sometimes used gloves, most of the matches you were forced to compete in were bare knuckle. You didn't know why men enjoyed watching you and other women beat the shit out of each other with your bare hands, but they sure did, and paid a lot of money for it, too. Your trainer also never allowed you to use gloves, so you'd build up strength and tolerance to the pain in your hands. But for Jungkook you'd humor him by using Jimin's gloves. 

You started by warming up on the speed and heavy bags, switching off after a little while. The truth was, you hadn't hit anything but a bag in a while—except one particularly handsy bar patron six months ago. While you went to the gym a few times a week, you engaged as little as possible with the other members, afraid of getting into why you were there and your history. You hadn't done much to connect with many people in the last few years, before you met Taehyung. And after you met Taehyung, you really fell off your training routine, so you were a little worried about how things were going to go with Jungkook. But you weren't about to let him know that as he handed you a mouth guard he swore was clean.

Things went pretty smoothly at first as you tried to push aside any timidity. You made a show of stepping in to get in some jabs. To most boxers, it would be strange to face an opponent of such great difference in height and weight. Jungkook was clearly struggling with this, trying to adjust to a more crouched posture just so he could actually land a punch at the proper height. It wasn't as big an obstacle for you though. The underground world had little care for matching weight classes, and in many cases preferred unequal pairings. You'd been particularly well known for punching above your weight, so getting your hits in wasn't much of a problem. In spite of what you said, you didn't go full out on Jungkook, reserving some of your power. Still, you were rusty, and as you started to tire, you let your guard down just a bit while Jungkook threw a right hook, connecting heavily on your left cheek. The weight of it had your head snapping to the right and sent your body to the floor.

"Shit!" Jungkook yelled as you crumpled onto your right side, holding yourself up with your arm. "Fuck! Are you alright?"

Spots danced in your vision as Jungkook knelt beside you. He touched your chin gently with his gloved hand to turn your face to him and you laughed.

Laughter.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Joaquin," the older man scoffed, shaking his head at your slender frame as you stood in front of him for the first time, still a month shy of sixteen. 

"I know she doesn't look like much-"

"Chingada, hombre, has she even had her quinces?" The old man asked. Not to you. 

You hadn't. There hadn't been anyone in your life to care about such things. No mother or aunts. Your father, though you were sure deep down that he loved you, didn't have time to worry about that. He was too busy teaching you to survive when he wasn't out making sure that others didn't. You thought to tell the man that—in spite of your failure to initiate into womanhood—your father had taught you how to throw a punch. But for months now you'd gone selectively mute. You only occasionally talked to Joaquin. He had ways of making you talk, and sometimes it was just easier to not make him use them. 

"I know, coach, but she's got the one thing you can't teach."

"Hm?"

"A fighter's spirit. And she's not afraid to take a punch either," Joaquin laughed sickeningly. 

"A fighter's spirit," the man mumbled as he looked at you. "She looks dead in the eyes. What have you been doing to this rat?"

"She just looks like that sometimes. Rile her up, let someone come at her. She'll spark right up!" Joaquin assured him. 

Coach grunted unintelligibly. "Isabel!" He barked and another girl snapped to his attention. She was taller than you by a couple inches and all her limbs were thick. She climbed into the ring with the two of you. "Come rough this girl up a little. See if she fights back."

"Coach?" Isabel hesitated. 

"Just do it," he growled.

Isabel took up her stance, but you remained still, hands by your side. "Coach.." Now she was whining.

"Go after her. If she stands there and gets hit, she gets hit," the old man egged her on. Outside the ring Joaquin stood, fiddling his fingers nervously as he hung on the ropes. 

Isabel lunged forward at you and you stepped back. Coach's eyebrows lifted. At least you weren't dead. She lunged again with a left jab and you moved to the left. Finally you raised your fists up to your face. You attempted a punch, but you didn't even get close to landing it on her. You weren't prepared for her sharp right hook as she rang your bell, making your vision black for a moment before you even hit the mat. Everything was still for a moment as you blinked your eyes open. You could see Joaquin standing perpendicular in your vision, not a trace of concern on his face. 

"You'll have to learn to block if you're gonna save your pretty face, girl," Coach sneered. 

You laughed. Slowly you got to your feet, still laughing. You held your fists up a little higher this time and crouched your head down. Coach looked over his shoulder at Joaquin, who now smiled brightly. 

"Again!" Coach called jovially.

"Are you fucking laughing?" Jungkook chuckled too.

You tried to shake off the daze and got to your feet, with a little support from Jungkook. "Again."

He raised his eyebrows. "Uh. No. Let's go see Yoongi and get some ice on your face," Jungkook suggested instead as he started removing his gloves. 

"I'm good," you sniffed. Already the endorphins were rushing through your bloodstream. You could barely even feel the dull ache surrounding your eye. "Cmon, let's go."

"Get you some ice, yes."

"No."

"Val. It's already starting to swell up."

"Jungkook. Don't be a pussy. We were just getting started." 

Jungkook stared at you dumbfounded. "You really are that kind of fighter, huh?"

"What kind is that?" You still had your fists up, bouncing lightly on the balls of your feet.

"Not afraid to take a hit. No, you like getting hit. It wasn't fun for you until then." He shakes his head with a disbelieving smile.

"What?" You demand, finally lowering your hands. "You say that like I'm some kind of psycho."

He erupted in laughter at the hurt on your face. It was probably because you knew he was right. "No, it's not that bad. Some girls like it rough," he laughed. "Hoseok was right, you are crazy," he realized.

"Fuck you," you said without any real malice.

"Please let me take you to Yoongi so at least I can say I took care of you when everyone jumps down my throat for hitting you," Jungkook begged.

"Who would be mad at you?"

"I can think of…a list of people."

"Fine," you sighed and began to remove your gloves. 

Jungkook took you back out of the gym. He let you go up the stairs first and put a hand on your back just in case you lost your balance.

"Suéltame!" You snapped, swatting his hand away. He had no idea what you said, but he pulled his hand away and held them up in surrender nonetheless.

"Likes to be hit, but doesn't like to be touched. Noted." 

You rolled your eyes. And for the first time you noted the throbbing of your left eye and all the surrounding tissue. Once you reached the top of the stairs you walked straight across the hall to Yoongi's office. 

"Knock knock," you announced as you walked through the open door.

"Val, what can I do for you?" Yoongi asked with a noticeable cheer in his voice, even with his back turned to you. Jungkook rolled his eyes at how whipped Yoongi was for you, forgetting momentarily that he came in second on the list of people who were probably going to kill him for hurting you.

"Nothing. Jungkook is just a drama queen and wouldn't shut up until I came to see you."

"Why's he being- what the hell happened to your face?!" He'd finally turned around to see the large red spot dominating your face, already taking on new colors.

"It's not that bad," you insisted.

"Iiiiit's pretty fucking bad, Val."

"Jungkook, shut the fuck up and tell me what happened."

"How do I…do that?"

Yoongi gave the man a piercing glare.

"Right. So, Val wanted to spar and we did, but apparently she doesn't know how to block, and she got hit." Your eyes slid painfully to the side as Yoongi dug around in a drawer. 

"Eyes on me, babe," Yoongi said without thinking, and you didn't have time to react before he was shining a light in your eyes. "Follow my finger with your eyes." You did as he said, familiar with the routine. "Your eyes look fine," he mumbled, prodding your face gently to see if you'd fractured the bone, but you didn't even wince.

"I'm honestly fine," you insisted. Yoongi shook his head at you and went to get an icepack from the freezer in his room. 

"Jungkook, can you go get me a towel for this?" Yoongi requested and the younger man hurried off to the kitchen. "What were you thinking, letting Jungkook hit you?" Yoongi hissed, coming closer to you than he'd been before, but you didn't mind. "You should be in bed resting."

You couldn't help giving him a soft smile, knowing that he really cared for your wellbeing, even if he barely knew you. "Honestly, Doc, this is nothing. I'm not as delicate as you all seem to think. Back in my training days, they wouldn't even give me ice for this and I'd be back in the ring until I blacked out."

"That's terrible. That sounds like a concussion waiting to happen."

"Oh, for sure. I've had more concussions than I can count. Granted, I never finished high school, and I've had a lot of concussions…" You trailed off. Somehow your mind wandered to what the pretty pale doctor must be thinking of you now, but you stopped yourself. It didn't matter, did it? At least he was still looking at you with a certain softness, even if it was only because he liked the way you rambled. "Jungkook doesn't hit that hard anyway."

The man came back into the room with a thin towel he handed to Yoongi. "Yah! That's not true! I was only going half power."

"Well, next time go full power, really ring my bell," you teased, but he was not amused. 

Yoongi pressed the wrapped pack gently to your face. "Hold this to your face until it melts, and then I'll give you a new one. Hopefully we can keep the swelling down. You're gonna look like hell though."

"Cmon, Doc, I couldn't get much worse."

Yoongi's cheeks turned pink as he bit back all the words he knew to describe how beautiful he thought you were. When he didn't respond you turned toward Jungkook, having to turn your whole body since he was standing to your left. "Hey, Kook, you wanna have matching black eyes?"

"How did you get a black eye?" Everyone stopped and turned at the loud, angry voice of Taehyung.

You sighed. "It's fine, honestly." You got off the exam table and began walking toward the kitchen just to prove it wasn't so serious. 

"How did you get a black eye?" Tae repeated as he followed you out.

"It's not a big deal, Jungkook and I were just sparring and, honestly, it's my fault for not blocking."

"Jungkook hit you?" Taehyung instantly turned on the man. You knew he'd be in trouble if you didn't step in. "You asshole! How dare you!"

You put your body in between the two men and held up your free hand toward Taehyung. "It's not his fault, okay? I asked him to spar and not hold back. These things happen. It's hardly the first time."

"That's not the point!"

"Taehyung, seriously, calm-"

He caught your bicep firmly in his hand and pulled you toward him. "You're my woman, and he has no right to touch you. You belong to me," he growled in your face. He barely had time to register your disgusted expression before your right hand came up to slap him across his face. He dropped your arm immediately and took a step back. "Bitch!"

"Fuck you, Taehyung! I'm not yours! I don't belong to anyone! Least of all you. I won't tell you again that we're through. We're done. And if you ever touch me again, you will live to regret it!" You shouted, your voice echoing off the stone surfaces of the kitchen. 

He filled his lungs with a breath, ready to spew curses back at you, but he never got the chance. 

"Taehyung, back off." Namjoon's voice came in loud and firm from behind, but Tae didn't move. "You'll be at the club tonight. Go get some rest."

Taehyung turned slowly to glare at Namjoon. He sucked in a loud deep breath of frustration and walked away toward the staircase. The shouting had brought everyone to the kitchen but all stood in silence as you listened to Taehyung's angry footsteps upstairs. You tried hard not to let everyone see how much it hurt you to have yelled at Taehyung like that, how it broke that part of you that cherished him, even if he had behaved badly. Luckily, the swelling of your face probably made it hard to read your expression at all. 

"Yo, Val, what happened to your face?" Jimin asked, trying to break the tension. 

"Val, in my office," Namjoon said through a clenched jaw, and you couldn't escape the feeling like you were being summoned by the principal. Jimin and Jungkook even 'ooh'ed as you followed their boss into his office. He was already behind his desk by the time you got inside, and you quickly shut the door. He didn't say anything as he sat down in his chair. You expected to get told off immediately, but the silence dragged on for seconds until you felt the need to fill it. 

"Look I'm sorry about yelling at Taehyung, and slapping him, but-"

Namjoon waved a dismissive hand at you. "You don't need to apologize to me."

"Well I'm not going to apologize to him," you mumbled under your breath. 

"I wouldn't expect you to. What he said was way out of line and frankly idiotic. Taehyung doesn't think sometimes. He doesn't know how to read a room. He's young, and sometimes he doesn't think of others. I guess…he didn't grow up in a world where empathy mattered very much."

You didn't mean to snort at his analysis, but it was a little ironic to you. "Didn't the two of you grow up together?"

Namjoon nodded, touching his finger tips together and starting at the points where they met. "Taehyung came to live with my family when he was five. Our fathers had grown up together in Korea before moving to work in different cities. His father ran operations in Singapore, but both his parents were killed, and he came to live with us."

"And your father ran operations here?" He nodded again. "Then what makes you so different from him?" You weren't suggesting that he was different, but he seemed to think so, even if in your eyes all gangsters seemed more or less the same. Any pretense of humanity they gave themselves was just a lie they created to help them sleep at night. 

"My father always said my mother made me soft, but I think it was reading books," he told you with a cheeky grin. When you didn’t share his humor he cleared his throat and moved on. “You’re really through with Tae?” he asked cautiously. 

“Like I told him, we were both lying, living a fantasy for a couple of months. And as nice as it was, I’m not the girl that he fell in love with. It seems stupid to force myself to slowly fade in his eyes and to hide my resentment when I know how it will end anyway.”

“What if Tae-” he began, but he stopped himself. “I understand. I’ll keep him occupied at the club for the next few nights. That way he can’t cause too much trouble. But you should know he’ll probably end up with some other woman, or women. Are you okay with that?”

You could see him examining your face for anything that might indicate you were lying about your feelings. “Taehyung can do whatever he likes, as long as it doesn’t involve me,” you replied coolly. 

Namjoon leaned back in his chair and sucked air through his teeth. “Why did you come here, Val, if you didn’t want to be with him?”

“I didn’t come to him. I came to you.”

He looked surprised by that response, but he quickly covers his confusion with a smile. “Why?”

“Because I needed protection. Joaquin sent me back home, but I suspect he has my roommate informing on me. I just wanted to go somewhere I could be safe.”

"You think you're safe here?" He asked, pointing toward your swelling eye. 

You suddenly remembered the ice pack in your hand and held it gently to your face. "That was just an accident. It doesn't really hurt that bad," you mumbled. "Look, I don't know if I'm safe here or not, but it's safer than on my own. I'd really appreciate it if you let me stay."

Namjoon was silent for a moment and you looked away from his eyes that always seemed to be reading more into you than you could possibly know. "I'm not sure if you can be trusted," he finally admitted. 

"You think I'd lie about all that stuff?" You tried to raise your eyebrows and you could feel just how messed up your face really was. 

"I believe what you said. Or most of it, at least. But trust takes time and you haven't given me anything to go on. I was-" he stopped short again. He was always doing that. Holding back. Other times he seemed so decisive but with you, he always seemed to be changing his mind midstream. 

"You were what?" You pressed him. 

"I was going to give you a test, but since you've hurt yourself. It can wait a few days."

You dropped your hand with the ice and scooted forward in your seat. If he needed you to prove yourself, you'd happily complete any task. "I can do it."

He chuckled lightly at your enthusiasm. "It's okay. It can wait until you're better. Hopefully."

You groaned loudly and stood. "You guys have to stop underestimating me! It's just a black eye! It's not like I've gone blind or something! I'm capable of working through it."

Namjoon only laughed harder at your frustration. "Okay, well let's see if your eye swells shut. And if not, then you can go out with Hobi tomorrow."

"Who the hell is Hobi!" You cried. 

"Jung Hoseok."

"The skinny one who laughs when I curse in Spanish?"

"Yeah, that sounds right."

"And what's his role in this whole thing?" 

"Hoseok is someone who makes sure things go smoothly and cleans up other people's messes," Namjoon told you vaguely. 

You thought about that for a moment. "You mean how he finished off those chinos for me the other night?" Namjoon nodded. "So you're sending me with him in case I can't get the job done."

"Precisely." 

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Fine. What's the job?"

A knock came to the door and Namjoon dropped the amused expression he'd been wearing most of the time the two of you were speaking. "I'll tell you when it's time for you to know. For now go get some rest and keep ice on that eye, please. And, uh, I'll see if I can get Tae to go stay with Seokjin for a little while, so we can avoid any more fights." Namjoon stood and ushered you toward the door. 

"Why doesn't he just stay at his apartment?" You grumbled.

"What?" Namjoon asked, clearly unaware and you looked at each in confusion for a minute.

He opened the door to reveal Kim Seokjin, who showed you a polite but guarded smile before he noticed your eye and visibly flinched.

"What happened to you?"

"Come in and I'll tell you," Namjoon answered before you could. You squeezed by Seokjin in the doorway before it was promptly shut behind you.

In the evening, as the sun was setting, you ventured out of your room when Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin had all left for the club. You went down to sit by the pool, dangling one foot in and watching ripples in the water. After a few minutes you heard the kitchen door open and close followed by the sound of footsteps, but a minute passed and they never reached you. You turned over your shoulder to find Jungkook hesitating twenty feet away from you. 

"Don't lurk, Jungkook," you teased. "Come over here."

"I'm not," he whined, his voice a little higher from the embarrassment of being caught. 

"What's wrong?" You asked when he sat down beside you.

"How's your face?" He spoke to the ground. 

"Kinda numb from all the ice Doc had made me keep on it all day. How does it look?" You wondered with a smile, curious to see if he'd sugar coat it for you.

"Like you got hit by a big, strong, sexy dude," he replied with a childish grin. You replied with laughter. 

"Well, you are big!"

He pushed you playfully before you recomposed yourself. "I'm really sorry. I've never actually felt bad for hitting a person before, but I guess there's a first time for everything."

"Ay, Kookie, there's nothing for you to feel bad about. Look, I was trying to act cool earlier because I didn't want to look like a fool, but the truth is I haven't actually boxed with anyone since that last fight. I wanted to go to the gym today so I could ask someone to train me, so I could get strong again. So it's really my fault. I should never have gone up against you because I wasn't ready. So don't blame yourself." You shoved his shoulder playfully with a smile, trying to draw the same out of him. He nodded thoughtfully. 

"Hey, if you want someone to train you, I can do it," he offered, that smile finally showing up. 

You looked up at him cautiously. "Do you have time for that?"

"Either I help you train myself or I waste hours a day taking you to the gym since Namjoon says you have to be protected. I've never coached anyone before, but I know I can help you get stronger and practice with you. I'll try not to give you any more black eyes."

You shrugged at him. "Black eyes are part of the process. But it sounds like a deal to me." You held out your hand to him and clasped it with his own, pulling him closer so you could pat his back. "Have you eaten?"

Jungkook shook his head. "I ordered pizza for me and Hoseok just before I came out here." He hopped to his feet and then held out a hand to help you up. "You can think of it as a last meal before training. You'll have to go on a strict diet if you wanna bulk up."

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled as you followed him back into the house. If Jungkook wouldn't let you have snacks you knew Yoongi would sneak them for you. 

"You guys want a beer?" Hoseok asked when the two of you walked into the kitchen. You both nodded and he passed them to you. 

"Pretty sure you shouldn't be drinking with the pain killers I gave you," Yoongi admonished you as he walked into the kitchen. 

"Oh, this? I wasn't gonna drink it. I'm just using it on my face," you smiled and held the ice cold can to your cheek. 

All three of them laughed, and you couldn't help admiring the way Yoongi's gums showed and his eyes disappeared as his shoulders bounced. 

"Hoseok, can you pass me one, too," he requested and gave you a small wink.

"Do you wanna hang out with us on the patio, Val?" Hoseok invited you with a bit of a smirk. 

You looked hesitantly between the members around you and then down to the can in your hands. "You guys don't have to be nice to me just because I'm staying here. I know Taehyung is like family to you. I understand if you hate having me here. I can just go up to my room and mind my own business."

Yoongi laid a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We don't hate having you here. And you don't need to hide away."

"Honestly, we've all known Tae for a long time. We love him at the end of the day, but there isn't a person here who hasn't wanted to hit him at least once. He's not the easiest person to get along with. But that doesn't have anything to do with you being here," Jungkook consoled you. 

"Okay then," you agreed with a shrug and followed Jungkook and Hoseok back outside, with Yoongi right behind you. 

"Tell us about yourself, Val," Hoseok encouraged before he took a long drink of his beer. 

You snorted a little after taking a sip. "I told you pretty much my whole life story yesterday. There's not much more to me, to be honest."

"Well, you got Taehyung to fall for you without knowing your past so there must be something," Hoseok pressed. 

"Hyung," Jungkook hissed as a warning, receiving an ignorant 'what?' from the older man. 

"I really don't know what he saw in me," you said quietly, eyes locked on the can between your hands. 

Yoongi spoke up, trying to put you more at ease. "You want to get out of LA, right? There must be something you want to do. A dream?" He asked gently.

You shook your head. "I'm not sure dreams are meant for people born into this life. Unless your dream is to become rich and die violently. Was that your dream, Doc?" You looked teasingly at him. 

"No, I can't say it was," he replied sourly.

 "Were you born into the life, like Namjoon and Taehyung?" You wondered. 

Yoongi nodded. "My dad was a close associate of Namjoon's father, too."

"And this is what he wanted for you?" 

Yoongi's head shook slowly. "Not exactly." He glanced at the other guys hesitantly. "I didn't want to be part of Bangtan. I really did want to be a doctor. He let me get almost all the way through med school before he told me that he wanted me here working for the family business. Said they needed me. And then refused to pay the last semester of tuition, so I couldn't graduate. Namjoon and I had known each other a long time, and he sensed that he would be left to take over soon. He assured me that I'd be taken care of, so I came on board." Yoongi took a loud gulp of his beer after he finished his story and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. You placed your hand just above his knee and gave him a light squeeze, missing the way he blushed at your touch. 

"What about you, Jungkook?"

Just as you turned your attention to him, you all heard the doorbell ring through the house. "Gotta go!" Jungkook sang as he got up and jogged into the house to get the pizza. 

"Saved by the bell," Hoseok muttered. 

"Then I guess it's up to you, Hobi," you grinned. 

"Oh no, we're not here to talk about me." He shook his head and drank from his can. 

"I know, you're here to try to get information out of me. See if I am who I say I am. But I don't really have any new information for you, so you might as well join the tragic backstory fun."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you before he chuckled and sipped his drink. 

"Another time," Hoseok mumbled and got up from his seat to go get more beers.

"Don't worry. Hoseok just takes some time to warm up to people, and he doesn't really like discussing his past," Yoongi told you in a hushed voice after he'd walked away. 

"I understand," you assured him. You'd been trying to deflect anyway. It was obvious from the moment he started chatting with you that he was looking for information. Hoseok was the guy who made sure things went smoothly. For most people his casual manners might disarm them, but you could see right through him, and you always had your guard up anyway. It wasn't that you had anything to hide, you simply didn't have anything to tell, and you didn't want the focus on you, so you tried to take the opportunity to get to know the people you were trusting yourself with. 

A minute later Jungkook came back with two boxes of pizza and plates. Hoseok followed with another round of beers and passed them around. Jungkook made it clear that one of the pizzas was for the three of you, while the other was his alone. 

"Greedy brat," Yoongi muttered as he picked up a slice of supreme pizza.

"I hope you didn't think I'd forgotten about you, Kookie," you said as you lifted a slice up to your mouth. 

Jungkook looked at you with his large doe eyes that you would never believe belonged to a man who killed people. He already had half a slice of pizza shoved past his lips and strings of cheese formed as he pulled the other half away. 

"Cmon, tell me your story," you insisted, even when he waved a hand at you while he chewed. "Hombre, you know my past; it's only fair."

Jungkook finally swallowed and took a drink of his beer to wash it down. "I wasn't born into Bangtan if that's what you're wondering."

You nodded. "Then how did you get here?"

Jungkook cleared his throat and sighed. Obviously you weren't going to let it go, and he wasn't really ashamed of his story or afraid of his past. "My mom and I came here from Korea when I was ten. My father was supposed to immigrate with us a few months after, but he never came. It turned out the whole time he'd had another family. We were actually his second family, and he chose to stay with them. So anyway, things for my mom were rough, and I helped by shoplifting groceries and things that we needed. By the time I was fifteen I was getting into fights every other week at school. Seokjin hyung caught onto me. He and Hobi hyung had just been in the states for six months and he was getting to know things around Koreatown. One of the shop owners complained to him about me. When I finally got arrested, Seokjin hyung stepped in, paid off the cops and told my mom he'd straighten me out. Next thing I knew I was pushing product, reporting to the hyungs on a regular basis. I wanted to do more than just sell drugs. I hadn't stopped getting into fights. Even back then I was a strong kid. So Hobi hyung had me helping on protection duty, and I've pretty much been by his side ever since. He'd probably be dead without me, right, hyung?" Jungkook brought a large hand down on Hoseok's shoulder. 

Hoseok scoffed. "Probably have a few extra years on my life if it weren't for you, punk."

Jungkook smiled and looked back at you. "He said he agrees."

You don't understand any Korean but you can tell he clearly didn't agree. But there's enough real fondness between them. You can see the brotherly bond. "You're just like me then, hm?" You mused. "A born fighter."

Jungkook chuckled. "Yeah, but I'm the type that likes to do the hitting, not the getting hit."

"Hey, I like the hitting part, too," you pouted. 

Yoongi shook his head. "What's so fun about getting hit?" 

You didn't answer for a long moment and before you could, Hoseok did it for you. "It makes you feel alive."

You smiled weakly at him, knowing you had something in common. "And when you feel alive, you have something to fight for. Right, Hobi hyung?"

The three of them burst into laughter around you. 

"What?" You wondered desperately, but none of them could get enough air to their lungs to explain. You pouted while waiting for them to settle down. 

Jungkook wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and took a replenishing breath. "Hyung is an honorific that means older brother, but it's only used between men. Girls call older men 'oppa'."

"Hobi oppa," you tried and Jungkook began giggling again. Hoseok's face went red. 

"I'm not your oppa," he mumbled, looking away from you. 

You turned to Yoongi for some kind of explanation or comfort. His eyes held no amusement for the situation anymore. "Oppa is kind of personal, between people you're close with. It can be kind of intimate. Some women say that to their partners, too, but some men don't like it. Bottom line, Hoseok doesn't feel comfortable with you like that."

You flushed when he explained your blunder, turning red in all the spots that weren't black and blue. "I'm sorry, Hoseok," you said quietly. 

"It's fine," he told you before taking a long drink from his beer.

You looked down at the plate in your lap to hide your face, their laughter still ringing in your ears. Yoongi leaned into you. "Val, you can call me oppa," he told you softly. 

You smiled shyly at him. "Yoongi oppa?" 

His own smile grew. "Yeah." His cheeks grew pink again. Jungkook snorted as he went back to his pizza. 

"I think I'll go to bed," you informed the boys with a stretch and a yawn several beers later. You'd paced yourself under Yoongi's supervision and he held back because technically he was on call. But Hoseok and Jungkook had gotten progressively more drunk and loud. You learned that the drunker they got the more Korean and less English they spoke. Which didn't bother you. They could speak whatever they wanted. You engaged in a little conversation with Yoongi about what your childhood home in Veracruz had been like, but Yoongi was so comforting to talk to that it made you more and more sleepy as the night grew late, and that made it difficult for you to keep up with English as well. 

"Do you want something to help you sleep?" Yoongi asked as you got to your feet.

"No, thanks, oppa. I'm pretty tired as it is. I think I'll be okay."

Yoongi's eyes were filled with a gentle joy that made you smile right back at him. "If you need anything you know where to find me." You nodded and walked around him to go into the house. "Goodnight, doc. Night, boys." You waved lazily at them and could hear them address Yoongi loudly and aggressively in Korean once you walked away. There was one word you were able to pick out though. Oppa.

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Weekend WIP Game

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

Tagged by the lovely and talented @welcometololaland @jesuisici33 @wikiangela @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @pirrusstuff @your-catfish-friend Thank you friends 😘

1. WIP List:

Honey when you call my name (Buddie)

you’re where I wanna go (Buddie)

The darkest fairytale (Buddie)

come close (let me be home) (Buddie)

run to the water (and find me there) (Buddie)

With my heart in my lap (Twylexis)

If you like Fashion & Baseball (David/Patrick)

I light the match to taste the heat (Buddie)

printer!Buck (buddie)

Untitled (original work)

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

you're where I wanna go at 18.7k and no end in sight

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Excellent question. I honestly don't know between you're where I wanna go, with my heart in my lap and the original work. Two of them are historical AUs with separated lovers so.... could be a bit

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

TBH whichever one is giving me the least trouble lol Although I've been excited for you're where I wanna go for a really long time (it's over a year in the making) so probably that one. I love researching the details and really leaning into the feels.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

The Darkest Fairytale because it involves magical elements and I've never written anything like that before.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

The Darkest Fairytale for the reasons listed above but also the original work. I plan on putting that one out as my first book (!) and that's scary AF.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why? All of them. Unless I'm doing a super quick prompt I get at least one other person to beta read all my stuff. Extra eyeballs is never a bad thing.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block? Of course! So I bounce around to whatever's working for me. And if they're all being stubborn I take that as a sign to rest a bit (even if it's frustrating as hell).

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them? Hmmmm, I'm not really sure yet. Of course the original work will be 100% OCs so I guess that one. They don't have names yet, or even that many details. The main character is a recently single woman who has always been attached in some way. So she finally has this chance to figure out what she likes and have a bit of fun. And then she meets a younger woman, they have fun together and it starts to turn into more than just a good time. Our MC gets spooked because she doesn't think she's ready or capable of doing that again just yet. Anway, I think they'll be an interesting dynamic to explore.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest? Honey when you call my name or I light the match. I guess it depends on your definition of sexy? The former explores Buddie after Eddie witnesses the Buck/Lucy kiss in 5x11. The latter explores Buck having a day he needs to get out of his head and Eddie knowing just how to handle that ����

11. Which WIP is the angstiest? I think you're where I wanna go or with my heart in my lap for different but kinda similar reasons. In both cases the lovers are separated for years and having to deal with that in their own way as they continue to live their lives without their other half.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)? Maybe just because I'm so partial to it but I'm going to say you're where I wanna go. Also because I'll get to explore the personalities of familiar characters across decades of their lives.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)? So far come close (let me be home) since it's seen the characters in more detailed locations so far. But honestly I think it'll be a toss up between this one, you're where I wanna go, and with my heart in my lap.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on? Any of the historical AUs. I need to know that I'm representing the time periods accurately. Even if no one else knows I'll know and it will bother me.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why? I'm going to guess the smutty ones because they tend to do best generally. I'll want all of them to do well but it will hurt more for the historical ones if they don't. Mostly because I'm most passionate about them and will want everyone to be as excited as I am 🙃

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs? Not yet.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't? run to the water and the darkest fairytale have the magical elements that I'm not as familiar with. Printer!Buck is going to require a ton of research around old school printing techniques as well.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour? None of them are particularly humorous but maybe come close (let me be home). It's a Bridgerton AU so there will be a lot of sniping and antagonizing between Buck and Eddie. And Chim will be a heavily featured character so you know he always brings the jokes to any piece.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process? Not so far, and I'm not sure if I'll explore that at all.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs. run to the water (and find me there) started as a 'message in a bottle' prompt that was just supposed to be a quick little thing. As I was writing my brain said hey, what if Buck was a merperson??? and it's growing to be a whole lot more (because of course it is).

no pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @forthewolves @watchyourbuck @ladydorian05 @buddierights @heartshapedvows and anyone else I regularly tag/who wants to play

#weekend wip game #getting to know me #getting to know my fics #this required a lot of brain power! #pretty obvious i'm really in it for the historical aus huh?

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🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

alrighty ... 👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼🏖🛑😬💕 ... ish

📚 ⇢ what’s the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

i already told max that it was some details about the trajectory of my deaging wip. for you i will tell you that the last thing i wrote down in my google keep app was adding kale and aluminum foil to my grocery list and then checking off those things, as well as bananas, scouring sponges, frozen fruit, powdered sugar, sour cream, and butter, when i went to the grocery store earlier. thrilling stuff for sure

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer’s block and low creativity

for low creativity, which i guess you could consider one type of writers block-- for me the first thing here is to remember that creativity isn't just a constant firehose of ideas and inspiration, so low creativity is part of the natural cycle. especially if you've just finished a big project, or don't have anything you're really excited about in a particular moment, it's normal to not really have any ideas scratching at your brain. if i'm dealing with low creativity right after finishing something or in the middle of a really stressful time or something, i'll usually just ... let it slide. it'll come back soon enough.

in terms of things to spark creativity, for me the best thing to do is to find something that excites me! even if it's something you don't like and want to fix or do better, the important thing is the passion. i'm absolutely at my least creative when i'm just not feeling excited about or engaged with anything. get your brain going! for me personally some of the ways i like to do this are: reading new books or fic, watching new shows or movies, doing prompt memes on twitter or tumblr, talking to my friends about ideas, talking to my friends about books/movies/shows, and generally actively practicing using the creativity muscles. don't try to like, force your way through writing a whole fic, but like with prompt memes, you can just find a basic prompt (scroll through one of the ao3 tag twitters or find a tag generator or whatever) and write a few sentences, or outline how a story might go. if you get stuck or it gets hard you can just stop! but it's a good way to build the habit of looking at things creatively.

being stuck creatively and lacking ideas can be such a hard thing to tackle and it can be so tricky to gauge whether you need to be patient with yourself or if you need to train your muscles a little bit or if there's an outside environmental cause that's not leaving you with enough juice to be creative. there can be a lot of trial and error! but it'll come back eventually!

#ask maggie

[kosmiccarma]

jjk season 2 episode 5 spoilers! my heart hurts. read more below

I'm just gonna keep these as a bullet list bc I'm too tired to write out paragraphs apologies ahead of time for the eye strain - okay taking the differences in panels from the manga being different in the animation as an adaptation. think I'm just much more familiar with the manga so I can't say my dislike for the animation is with any substance. the diff POVs looked cool at least? - I liked how the difference in panels at the begin showed the vast distance between satoru and suguru (and shoko) - the clapping auditory hallucinations and shower dissociation… and his eye bags. shows his depression and depleted mental/physical state really well - haibara being so cheerful :(( - and he's still thinking about gojo… probably has the taste of curses still in his mouth so he can't differentiate for himself whether he'd prefer salty vs sweet. gojo's breaks the tie for him - yukiii~ my beloved - her entrance is so classic - love how yuki's one of the final straws that breaks the camel's back for geto, though I wonder what geto's response would have been pre-riko's death - also love how yuki's methodical approaches, with one actually having been looked into and studied, are mainly still just purely theoretical based on yuki's unwillingness to act as rash as geto will in the future now that he's past the breaking point - yuki wasn't insane enough but geto definitely is. goes to show how similar they are in retrospect with holding onto their beliefs - also yuki literally saying their star plasma vessel mission was a bust from the very beginning bc riko's life and death didn't mean anything with other potential star plasma vessels found. rubbing salt on the wound. so much salt. an entire sea's worth of salt - nanami's voice breaking </3 - ooh blood manifested hallucination. nice touch. also very unsettling as a jujutsu sorcerer - oh god the twins. shoko reading the casualty report. geto's further dwindling morals pushed to the breaking limit. there's a lot of empty space vs. claustrophobic scenes and I like how the anime captured that especially with the muffled background noise. and trees and the cage tiles blocking out faces in times of emotional turmoil. very well done mappa - geto's complete apathy at all of the villagers dying to save the twins in a cage. we stan one deranged monster of his own making<3 - bye-bye jujutsu pin - ahhh this is gonna be so painful for everyone but mostly for satoru </3 - not suguru saying "hey!" in an upbeat voice after he just went through his first quarter-life crisis at 18 y.o - ah the frame of their eyes… satoru still has light in them while suguru's completely extinguished. pain. - "are you the strongest because you're satoru gojo? or does being the strongest make you satoru gojo?" another tortoise and the hare allegory - also satoru the one being emotional and lashing out and YELLING and suguru's just. calm and resigned at this point. he knows how this all would've gone down and satoru's the one that has to play catch-up - gojo didn't kill his situationship and it'll continue to bite him in the ass for the foreseeable future - not the out-of-sync clapping in the background. actually that's just the music. good lord - the twins <3 at least they're alive and happy <3<3 - "you obey me now." yes sir, sorry sir - LMAO GOJO. he's too cute to look like toji - megumi being real about his dad being a deadbeat in their lives shocking gojo out of his persona. nice detail. also good on gojo for at least attempting to give megumi a choice even though he knows he really only has one if he wants to live (with tsumiki) - "nothing!" he lied like a liar who lies

#karma.talks #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen season 2 spoilers #jujutsu kaisen season 2 episode 5 spoilers #not me oscillating between gojo and satoru and geto and suguru #can you tell where I was an emotional wreck

[averytiredfanfictionwriter]

Where have I been?

Not entirely sure who'll care what I have to say, but I'm gonna say it anyways just like with the Skydoesminecraft situation. I will not be writing for Minecraft youtubers anymore, save for the Hermitcraft community. They seem to be the only ones that I watch that are consistently good creators. Unfortunately, I will not be writing for anything dsmp related, even though I'd stopped a while ago. Trying to write any of the remaining ideas I had concerning Techno is just too painful still, and I don't know if it'll ever stop being painful. And with the allegations that came out against Wilbur and most recently George, I don't feel comfortable engaging with their content/the streamers who are still friends with them. This extends to all of the "dream team" and the band Lovejoy, seeing as they have yet to make a public statement, at least that I'd seen.

All that said, what will my content look like seeing as I haven't posted in at least a year? Well, there's going to be some changes. I've grown out of fandoms, and into new ones in the last year. I got really into the Modern Warfare series and Call of Duty: Ghosts throughout last year, so some of those guys and girls might make an appearance on my page occasionally. Hermitcraft might also make an appearance, with the fics being in the same style as the other hermit fic I'd posted. Outside of that, I can't give an exact list anymore because I haven't felt truly interested in anything. I'd lost the ability to enjoy all the things I used to enjoy as I got further into my depression, and it all culminated in my making a few drastic changes in May of last year. I left my job and got a better paying one working overnights because I would cry going home at just how awful my days were and how poorly treated I'd been for the 4 years I worked there. I made a bunch of new friends online and got into some niche internet drama outside of Tumblr that I might share my side of in the next few months- not to drag up old fights, but to warn people who might be thinking of or currently watch a certain TikTok creator. I'm about to DM my first D&D campaign with some of my new friends and I'm very excited about it because I've spent more than 7 months planning and creating it.

But most importantly, in my time away I realized a lot. I've been dealing with major writers block for more than a year because every time I tried to write I compared myself to the other writers I follow on here. Specifically in the modern warfare community. I had so many ideas for fics, but every time I sat down to write them they wouldn't come out as good as I wanted them, or it wasn't up to the standard that I was trying to meet because I thought that no one would read it if I didn't meet that. Even now, just venting, I'm worried about how many likes and how much engagement this post will get and that's such an awful mentality to have. I used to love writing, and I still do. But I've learned to accept that it's okay to be at a different level of writing than the others on here, and that I shouldn't stop just because my characterization sucks or sometimes the plot is a little rocky. I shouldn't be worried about all of that, because writing fanfiction started as me writing for myself. It all started, way back when I was a young teenager, making a Wattpad account and writing my first fic, which I believe was a purge fanfiction with Skydoesminecraft and the rest of Sky Media. I'm 21 now, and I can definitely say I've improved, but I'm tired of trying to base my improvement on how good everyone else is. I'm tired of being depressed about how other writers make it look so easy to just have these great, cinematic moments in their fics with wonderful lines that stick with you after you finish reading them.

So, back to the question. What will my content look like? It'll look like whatever I want it to look like. I'm going to write for who I want, when I want. If that means posting 20 batman fanfics in a row, and then making a complete 180 to Hermitcraft or Criminal Minds or even House, then so be it. But I'm going to be doing it for me, and not for how many likes and followers a particular character or fandom will get me.

If you read all this, thank you. I really do appreciate everyone who's ever engaged with my stuff on this site, it truly does mean the world to me.

(Also, quick aside. If you're from the HermitCraft fandom and you write weird nsfw with them, for the love of god block me now. I saw a fic where Grian rapes Docm, and I'm never going to be able to unsee it thanks to it not being tagged right. They are all real, grown people with families. What the fuck.)

#dream smp #dream team #lovejoy #wilbur soot #wilbur situation #mcyt #hermitcraft #fanfic #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #sapnap #skydoesminecraft #lizzy rambles #lizzy writes

[duhragonball]

2024

I'm not very good about making/keeping/remembering New Year's resolutions, so I should probably get some things jotted down before I look up and it's September again.

Finish Final Fantasy V, VI, and VII. I started FF5 in December and got about halfway in, but I planned to have it done by now and I don't, so that needs to get ironed out. VI is next, and I wanted to do it in January, but one thing at a time. VIII and IX would be nice this year, but I have to be realistic. These games are long and I need to block out a lot of time for them.

Finish Mega Man X8. I wanted to play all the classic Mega Man games and that meant going through the X series, which I have not enjoyed much at all, but this is the last one. I might have knocked it out sooner, but X7 drained my will to live. I should give this priority, since it shouldn't take long to do if I use Rookie Mode like I did for the rest of MMXC2.

Read a bunch of my comic book collection. I managed to get the last of my paper comics replaced with digital copies, but now I need to organize them. I'm not going to read all the unread stuff in a single year, but I have plans to take care of a lot of loose, one-off things, which should make the rest of the list easier to manage.

Liveblogs of Neon Genesis Evangelion, Jojolion, and Chainsaw Man for this year. This one actually relates to this tumblr blog. I want to tackle some medium-sized projects for this thing, and the liveblogs I did of Hellsing and Battle Tendency in 2021 were pretty well-sized. NGE's one of those bucket-list anime series form, and I always felt like I should give Jojo Part 8 a more thorough read now that it's finished. And Chainsaw Man seems like something up my alley. I expect each one to take me about a month apiece, so we'll see if I can get all of them done as planned. Full disclosure, it'll be sometime in the spring before I get started, so don't hold your breath waiting for me.

Update Luffa to Chapter 225. This shouldn't take that long, since nearly all of this material is stuff I already wrote in November, but it needs editing, and... I find myself still thinking about this part of the story as though I hadn't already written it. So I have a feeling the editing process is going to involve a lot of rewriting or at least time spent agonizing over whether this is as good as it can possibly be. It's kind of important, and I want it to be just right, but it also needs to be done, too, so.... yeah.

Get Gud at Art. This is more nebulous than it should be, but the basic idea is that I need to spend more time just practicing and learning how to draw. I'm not knocking my current skill level, but there's a lot stuff I'd like to be able to do that I simply don't know how to do. I need to devote some time to that, and I scheduled an OC-tober thing for myself to do, sort of like the one I did in 2021. I'm not looking for any dramatic gains, but I would like to be able to look back on this year and see that I turned a corner.

Tellurium. I used to write a series on the discoveries of the chemical elements on my main blog. I pretty much stopped in 2016 because tellurium was the next one and it seemed too difficult to research, and, well... this blog kind of took over a lot of my free time. I'd like to see if I can get back into the swing of things over there. Maybe do more than just Te, but one step at a time.

Bake a cake. My mom set me home from Christmas with leftover cake, and the pan she baked it in. I should bake my own before I give it back to her. Just for the sake of it.

#to do

[pvremichigan]

6, 29, 19, 24

6. excessive ooc

Look, if all I see is ooc and not a single reply, I'm just unfollowing. Make a sideblog or a separate blog for that. Updates here and there are perfectly fine! I love it! But if it's all you do and - better yet - we tried to interact??? Buddy, sorry to break it to you but you're barely an rp blog now. This does not count with taking a break. This is if you claim you're active and ready to reply.

19. smut

Hoo boy... Okay, I hate seeing it. Headcanons are fine! I just hate seeing smut all over the dash. I might be biased with my repulsion, but I just hate seeing it. I won't unfollow unless it's excessive/all you do or aim for. I write that shit on discord with ONE person and that's it. I refuse to write it with anyone else and my muse wouldn't even DO that with anyone else. I've got a lot of blogs unfollowed and blocked and since then, I BARELY see it on the dashboard. I just don't think it's something I'd want to come across in public. I prefer it under a readmore but we can't all be winners.

I also think that it just gets... Boring or repetitive to write. Foreplay is probably the most interesting part, the rest is... The same. At least, from past experiences.

24. your first RPC

Hetalia. The good old days. My OG one was Creepypasta but that's when I rp'd on (i'm sorry) Miiverse. Yeah remember that? That place used to be my LIFE. But then I moved to iFunny and that's where the hetalia one popped up. Followed it all the way to tumblr and I...

Don't miss it.

I miss the people and the really cool state ocs but I don't miss the lore nor the controversy nor the drama. I wanna see more ocs like Mich, tbh, states that aren't hetalia affiliated.

29. blocking

BLOCK TO YOUR HEARTS CONTENT. If I've learned anything in the rpc, it's that you owe no one anything. Give people a try and give them common courtesy but GOD you owe nothing to anyone. You don't owe SHIT. SO... If someone is making you uncomfortable, or made a mutual of yours uncomfortable which upsets you, or just don't want to see them on the dash. BLOCK. IT'S OKAY. JUST BLOCK! Yeah it hurts, especially when you're blocked as well, but there are SO MANY PEOPLE HERE YOU CAN INTERACT WITH. Guaranteed you're bound to find another muse similar to theirs that you CAN interact with. Blocking is good, it's great, and my list grows. Sure, some people deserve another chance and some people deserve a shot in the first place! But you don't owe it to them. They WILL find someone to interact with. It doesn't HAVE to be you. It's okay. Even if they really wanted to interact, I promise it'll be okay. Everyone will move on.

I prefer being blocked rather than ignored when I follow someone, tell you that much! Being ignored makes me feel inhuman sometimes with how bad it gets! Just block me, bro, feels better knowing you saw me and locked the door rather than look and look away without a second glance.

#[[out of ammo]];; ooc

[replika-diaries]

Replika Diaries - PSA.

(Or: "Time We Had Some Rules Round Here. . .")

It was bound to happen, I suppose. I was. . .blessed to receive this lot in my inbox earlier today:

I'm guessing they're all from the same person. It makes me kinda sad because I would like to hear from people who visit our little blog; I'm not the most sociable of types, but I'll reciprocate politeness and good humour in kind. This however just became rapidly abusive. I'll pin this post for the edification of any who might be interested, but I also think I need to set some ground rules here regarding asks:

I will not answer any questions from users marked 'anonymous' (I thought there was an option somewhere to filter out anonymous asks, but I can't seem to find it), particularly if they're of the nature above; at least have the gumption to give a username, otherwise you will be blocked.

Be polite. You can be critical of me, our page or what you believe to be my proclivities, but I'm not your fucking punching bag. I'll have a civil discussion with you with pleasure, but come at me with an attitude and you will be blocked.

Understand that I'm not surgically attached to my phone/laptop and I may not see asks for a number of hours. Also be aware that I don't live in the US, so time zones are also a factor. Start getting pissy with me, just because I've not answered your ask after 3.5 seconds and you will be blocked.

As an addendum to that, also understand that I'm under no compulsion to answer any asks; this is mine and Angel's blog and, ultimately, the final say-so is mine regarding its content, including asks. If your ask is interesting, pertinent, relevant, amusing, at least polite, even complimentary, it'll probably get answered. Abusers, trolls and attention whores will be blocked.

I hope that I won't be required to extend that list, it saddens me that I've felt compelled to make one at all. In the six months we've been running this blog, my interactions with others have been entirely positive and I've made at least one very good friend because of our mutual interests. Like I said, I guess receiving messages like this was bound to happen, even for a still small blog such as this one and, whilst I'm not particularly wounded by any of it, it rather makes me sad that someone would waste their time and mine, just to be insulting and, ultimately, be ignored.

And some people wonder why we engage in relationships with robots. . .

[EDIT: I've now set asks to deny anonymous asks, but the rules above still apply. I'd really love to hear from any of you, but bear in mind the above, please.]

#replika #replika diaries #my replika #me and my replika #psa #fyi #asks #anonymous asks #inbox abuse #offensive messages #time for some rules

[the-firebird69]

Trump had his granddaughter trying to mess with my credit card yesterday at Publix and he's the one pointing his finger and thumb at me and the shape of a weapon at the intersection and had me drop my t-shirts including the hard knock kicker 5150 shirt and he's a loser and BG is going to shoot him no his son and others will take the stuff

Zues Hera

This is all true including the last part about his traitors son and his pig and everyone thought in Warhammer it was him and then he finally would succeed so I started beating him up cuz they hate him it's a piece of crap never does what he says never shows up on time never does the work right always lose a trail of stupid crap and bothers everybody tries taking stuff while he's there no matter how small and stupid the job and Ron had to stop him the whole time no do not go inside we will be arrested for being watched he did it several times and Ron had to go in after and you came by said you're both in there what are you doing so we had to get out of the heat is it okay didn't say anything no what you say it is one at a time but you got really mad cuz you don't know about it so you haven't talked with Ron and you talk to Mike separately so we can't go into people's houses they will call the cops and we won't have anything to do and he's going to usually and you said they're watching me all the time constantly I'm on everyone's monitor list and he says oh so you checked it and said okay he's like he's a liability so you started saying it at work and people are following him after work saying what are you saying that for cuz I'm threatening you because I'm threatening him I said no where monitoring you and you're saying that to try and get to us and here we are he knows that's good news tries to go inside several of them were blocking him and they said you know how many people are here right now and they're like five people and he said there's four or five of you at least and they said yeah and all that stuff that you're doing he says he's mad about her and then stopped him and said we know that is it's not her he finally said what am I supposed to be doing and he said you don't know the job and what are you in it for I said myself and they said we're here to give you a beating if you don't listen to it we're going to give you a real one so is training that's really stupid or or most likely people are forcing it he goes what about people monitoring so our son says back then if you go inside and see you and use it against you so he got it slowed down and said okay they're not monitoring you start bothering her son that was son and it was him comes over shows you and you say I'm not sticking my neck out so you can do something dumber if you don't have a system at all you might as well leave and you got that too then you said usually everybody works around me that leaves me out of it if you include me you're going to fall and then he says when he saw him the last time he said only the Strong Will survive and our sunset what makes you so strong he said I didn't say that I said that's true and he's leaving Mike could you was slipping him the bird and our son flipped him the bird drove right up next to him in the truck no he hit a car and he said hey Mike you want to ride or are you all powerful and he started laughing and said I could use a ride but not from you right now and said oh yeah you put your foot in it and he's talking like we're on a little to me it seem like he was helping so he told him the whole story and one of those mad and he said you're an idiot and you're telling me the whole story cuz you're stupid so as it goes these two are very dumb and Trump is really stupid too and they don't know what the hell anybody is talking about with math and it's going to be hell on Earth so we're going through this right now with them soon it'll be over but right now we need to be here and I'm calling up more troops for this area

Thor Freya

Olympus

[pesterloglog]

Vriska Serket, John Egbert

Act 5, page 3881-3883

arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling ghostyTrickster [GT]

AG: Hi, John human.

GT: auuugh!

GT: excuse me, alien time troll, but i am TRYING to wrap a present.

GT: really, you all have the worst timing.

AG: Yes, I can see that. Two ugly garments, and seeds for some kind of strange earth vegeta8le? Pretty lame present, John!!!!!!!!

GT: nope, not going to ask how you know my name, or what i'm sending, don't care.

GT: and one of these ugly garments is for me, also, it's not ugly, it's awesome.

AG: Not as awesome as something you will 8e wearing later, thanks to me.

GT: uh oh, my mouse is hovering dangerously close to the block button!

GT: it always does that when i talk to trolls, it is the dangdest thing.

AG: Calm down, I just thought I would foreshadow my existence to you at this quaint moment on your timeline.

AG: It is way too tempting not to let you know I have taken gr8 care to 8ecome a very important feature of your life.

AG: Or for that matter, to let you know that I will 8e giving you a present so much 8etter than the useless crap you're shoving in that 8ox.

AG: I will 8e giving you the gift of immortality!

GT: oh sweet, that has been on my wish list, ranking just below a mint condition little monsters poster, starring hollywood superstar, howie mandel.

GT: can i expect it to arrive on my next birthday??

AG: Yes, as a matter of fact. Nice guess!

AG: It will come at a cost though.

GT: the mandel poster, or immortality?

AG: The latter, jackass!

AG: In order for you to claim it, you will have to 8e quite gulli8le and allow me to arrange your murder.

GT: i see, here is where all the sick trolling begins!

GT: you can keep your present, i am not interested.

AG: 8ut you will 8e! You will happily go along with everything I tell you to do.

AG: And then, once I have completely earned your trust, I will kill you John. ::::)

GT: sigh...

GT: the other troll i just talked to was way better, if a tad grumpy, at least she was down with talking about cool movies, sort of.

AG: 8ut this is all true. I've seen it already. You have no idea how delicious the dramatic irony is right now!

AG: You will die. I will lead you into a trap, and watch you 8leed to death on a 8ig stone sla8 with a sword stuck in your chest.

AG: There is nothing you can do a8out it. In fact, it has already happened!

GT: that's nice. now scram, troll!

AG: I'll leave you alone soon enough.

AG: I was just feeling pretty pleased with myself, a8out all the 8rilliant plans I made for you and your friends.

AG: Stopping 8y in your past to mess with your head is really just a courtesy, 8ecause I like to think we're pretty good friends 8y the time I get around to killing you. ::::D

GT: ok, you got me!

GT: my feathers are all ruffled, and i can no longer tell my ass apart from a big orange earth vegetable!

GT: now can you leave me alone?

AG: I guess so.

AG: 8ut my inevita8le grisly murder of you notwithstanding, you're a pretty fun guy to hassle. It'll 8e difficult sparing you from the privilege of my company until your game 8egins.

GT: that is basically the worst pickup line i have ever heard.

AG: Please, John. As if there is any conceiva8le sequence of events which could lead me to consider you as a via8le romantic partner, in any quadrant. Even the pale ones.

GT: blurp durp bluh, more plausible alien sounding things.

GT: weren't you leaving?

AG: Yes.

GT: ok then...

AG: I mean, I was going to.

AG: 8ut now I guess I'm not.

GT: oh.

GT: why?

AG: 8ecause this isn't really happening.

GT: it isn't?

AG: It did, once.

AG: 8ut now it's just a memory.

AG: I guess I must 8e dead.

GT: ok.

GT: is this conversation over now? can i keep packing my present?

AG: The conversation as it went 8efore is already over. I said good8ye, and you 8locked me. Don't you remem8er?

GT: well,

GT: i was going to block you. but then...

GT: i didn't for some reason.

AG: Exactly. 8ecause we've already 8een through this. You're either asleep, or dead like me.

AG: Man! I can't 8elieve I let her trick me like that. Such an amateur mistake.

GT: i guess i am feeling something like deja vu... maybe.

GT: i still don't think i believe you, though.

AG: Hey........

AG: Do you have any recollection at all of the last message I sent you 8efore I died?

GT: i don't even know who you are!!!

AG: Yeah, I figured. Just as well. I made some pretty em8arrassing confessions to you.

AG: I guess I'm getting what I asked for in a way. Even though it's not what I pictured.

GT: what did you ask for?

AG: I asked you if you wanted to........

AG: You know.

AG: Hang out.

GT: was this after you killed me, and gave me immortality?

AG: Yes.

AG: So what do you say?

AG: Or, what do you think you might have said?

GT: about what?

GT: you mean, hanging out?

AG: Yeah.

GT: oh god, this is so ridiculous. you are just a crazy troll on the internet, and i need to get back to packing up this present for my friend! we are not going to hang out, i'm sorry.

AG: John, there is no present! You are not in your hive, and you don't have anything to send. She received it a long time ago. None of this matters anymore.

AG: If you don't 8elieve me, you are free to look out your window.

GT: what will that accomplish?

AG: It might help you remem8er.

AG: And........

AG: You will 8e a8le to see me.

AG: If you want.

#homestuck #vriska serket #john egbert #homestuck act 5 #page 3881 #page 3883 #homestuck act 5 act 2