#in all seriousness I'm really sorry if you were committed to the fic i know a lot of people were but im going through the incredibly

[autumnalmess]

Hey man sorry I've not posted in a while, it's a funny story actually. I actually got arrested for stealing bread for my sister and her seven starving children. yeah, it was pretty bad. I tried to escape 3 times so yeah I got 19 years, yeah and then I broke my parole and now there's this slutty little man after me, yeah I think he has a crush on me or smt idk

#jean valjean #javert #bro im so sorry i fully ABANDONED that fanfiction #ive become the very thing i sought to destroy #I'll probably go back to it at some point.... #les miserables #victor hugo #les mis #les misposting #valvert #in all seriousness I'm really sorry if you were committed to the fic i know a lot of people were but im going through the incredibly #horrible palaver of completely losing interest in a hyperfixation #who knows maybe one day ill go mental and write all of the rest of it

[footballerimaginess]

Twins | Part 2

Here is my second part of my Twins fic, hope you like it! Part 1 Word Count: 733 Trigger warnings: Mentions pregnancy throughout The last 12 weeks were awful, your first trimester was horrible.

All you felt like you did was sleep, throw up and cry. There was way too many emotions in your body for you to handle. You were exhausted all the time and the hormones were crazy, Kylian never admitted that they were too much but you just knew that's what he was thinking. The sickness was horrendous too, nothing you could do was stopping it. All you could do was lay in bed, Kylian was absolutely perfect the whole time. With his games and media commitments he was away quite often, but he was so caring and you knew he would make the greatest father. "I have some water for you, try and have some crackers or something. I am so sorry that you're feeling like this, I wish I could do something for you or just to take it away" Kylian cooed at you as he softly ran his hands through your messy hair. "It's ok. I will be fine, you best go. I don't want you to be late or get fined" you told him as he nodded and placed a small kiss on your forehead as you tried to snuggle down in the bed whilst he went to training. - As 12 weeks were over, you were told that you would start to feel better. That wasn't happening. The tiredness had slowly disappeared and were starting to feel a little bit better in that way but still had a tired feeling about you. "Hi" you smiled as you were up already and making breakfast. "You seem very happy this morning?" you grinned. "Well we get to see baby Mbappe and I am very excited. I am pretty hungry too" you smiled as you embraced him in a cuddle. "I love you, I am glad you are starting to feel a little better. I know the last few weeks have been seriously tough on you. But seeing you smile and feel yourself again is amazing. Carrying our baby is so special and feels crazy to see" you felt the tears fill up as you stopped yourself from crying. "Oh KyKy, that was emotional. I love you, are you ready for our scan tomorrow?" you asked him as his face lit up. "Of course, I can't wait" he kissed your lips gently as you carried on making the breakfast for the both of you. - Scan day was here, you felt so nervous. "Are you ready?" Kylian smiled as he pulled up to the hospital as you were ready for your 12 week scan as you made your way in. "Hello" you smiled as your midwife ushered you in as you laid on the bed. "How have you been feeling?" the midwife asked as you got ready to scan your stomach. "I'm okay now, feeling tons better. Tiredness was awful too" she nodded as she squeezed the cold gel on your stomach as she scanned your stomach. Kylian looked at the screen with eagle eyes. The midwife put the doppler down as she moved the screen further towards you. "Is everything okay?" You asked as you looked with scared eyes as you could see the screen more clearly now. "Yes, everything is fine. You are having not one baby, two. Twins" the midwife replied with the biggest smile on her face. "TWO?" Kylian remarked as you stared straight at the screen. "Yes sir, twins. Congratulations, I will print some scans out for you" the midwife smiled as she printed lots of scans off for you both. She cleaned her stomach as she handed you the scans as you headed back to the car. "Ky, we are having twins. Two of them" you nervously laughed as you felt like reality was setting in knowing how daunting it was that you were having not one but two babies. "We really are, this is insane. I cannot believe it at all, my mind is going crazy" Kylian laughed as you got in the car. "We need to tell people now" you nodded as you put your hand on your belly. "Two baby Mbappe's are in there" he laughed. "I need a rest after all that news if I'm honest" you laughed as you yawned. "Of course darling, anything you want" he smiled as you headed home before deciding how you were planning to announce the baby.

#kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe x reader #football imagines #football imagine #football x reader #football one shot #football one shots #futbol imagines #futbol imagine #football x you #kylian mbappe x you

[soleilnomoon]

Hi again! Still absolutely adore your Kid fic from your last event 💜 Never got around to asking for a Sanji one, so here I am again😅 But seriously, congrats on over 550 followers!! Love seeing your blog grow, cause you’re really talented and deserve them all and legit can’t wait til you hit 1k+ 🥰

For the event order, may I please ask for a #1 with my boi Sanji, with anmitsu, konpeito, and keylime pie and with honey, please? 🥹 i hate this but need some sanji angst 😭

I also dunno if these three would work particularly well together for a prompt, so you can choose whatever! just really feeling angst and sanji rn and maybe comfort if you’d like 🥰

Thank you for all your works you’ve done so far 💜💜

hiiii omg haha i loved that fic fr (i'm obsessed w that man!!!) also ily for requesting sanji i don't write him nearly enough 🥰️ but thank you sm!! 😭 making me all soft and i am so so sorry this took forever, as u know i am so slow but!!! i had fun tormenting sanji w the angst ngl 💓💓💓💓 also those were great choices for the prompt, i wanted to write more but it would've been 8k words before i finished and who has time for that (i do, but listen... that's besides the point) ✨

2k words, fem reader (honestly gn too now that i think abt it), sfw (SHOCKING i know), 18+ mdni, a lil bit suggestive but nothing wild, angst angst angst city babey, fluff if you squint, also i gave u comfort bc u deserve it bb 💗(and sanji does too); feat. sanji being in denial forever and ever, mutual pining, fake unrequited love, reader is determined and sanji is a coward; also i made myself sad writing this but a good sad bc sanji deserves happiness and i'll fight oda if he doesn't get it i s2g... (if u see grammar mistakes/spelling errors... no u didn't 💗)

“loving each other began this way: threading / loneliness into loneliness / patiently, our hands trembling and precise.” — yehuda amichai

STEP 01:

what does it take to kill a soul? —

a question that’s posed unironically, without a hint of remorse or tact, the words precise and venomous, slicing through the thick veneer that he’s carefully crafted. he’s never been able to answer that question — not at six years old, not twelve or fifteen, and not at twenty-one. his siblings took pleasure in taunting him with seemingly philosophical questions, ones that clamped down onto his thoughts with heavy shackles.

even after he’s extracted himself from that life, he can’t scrub those memories from his mind — no matter how hard he tries. they sit, still raw and bloody, giving rise to unpleasant emotions that make his stomach churn from so many things left unsaid. he never set out to be a pirate, but piracy has given him the sort of freedom that he could only wish for as a child.

it’s with tender hands, with nimble yet graceful fingers, and with a fastidiousness that puts him in a category of his own, that he creates and creates and creates —

he’s told he’s an artist, which only pushes him to work harder, to be better. and when he asks himself why, he doesn’t have an answer. or, rather, the answer he does have only serves as a punishing reminder that he’ll never be good enough. no matter how many times his crew mates thank him — their emphatic, genuine praise a soft, warm breeze against his heart, gentle caresses that he commits to memory — despair still manages to infiltrate, a darkness choking out what little light he has left inside of him.

STEP 02:

how far are you willing to go to reach the truth? —

when you join the crew, he’s unnerved by your presence, which is wholly unlike him. usually, he’s able to put on his façade of the flirtatious cook, one that’s jovial and sociable, that lives to serve and please those around him. his first conversation with you ends in disaster; he spills the drink he tried to pour for you, despite your insistence that you are perfectly capable of pouring your own drink — and he knows it’s not out of malice, but it cuts into him all the same.

he tries again and again, bringing you little treats that you only agree to eating if he sits and eats with you; confusion eats away at his mind, and when he opens his mouth to decline, you pat the seat next to you and he acquiesces. he sits stiffly, at first, unsure of why he always feels on edge around you — an irritating need to impress you in a way he’s never wanted to for others grows stronger by the day.

you think it’s cute that he always seems flustered around you — that he stumbles over his words, refuses to hold eye contact with you for longer than thirty seconds — you also think it’s cute that the false bravado that he puts on for the world, diminishes immediately the second you come close to him. if he’s skittish, it’s because you always catch him staring at you; despite his quick reflexes, his reactions around you are slow but pure — childish, almost.

lately he’s clumsier and scatterbrained, nearly burning dinner when you decide to keep him company. you lean against the countertop, a teasing smile on your face — the same one that that caused him to bump his forehead against the cabinet door earlier — as you prattle on about a dream you had. he can barely keep up, his eyes drifting from the skillet to your face, gliding around the curve of your cheek, dipping lower in a slow descent along your neck.

he blinks repeatedly when he reaches your clavicle, stunned at his restraint; and it’s only when you call his name loudly that he realizes he’s left the heat on for too long.

“are you okay?” you ask when you see that he’s fussing over how best to save the dish, mouth moving as he quietly mutters to himself. he barely registers your voice, as an insidious one whispers harshly into his ears about his perpetual incompetence and lack of talent.

you can see that he’s retreated even further into his mind, a feat that also leaves you frustrated. you want to shake him but refrain and grab his hand instead. he snaps out of whatever stupor that held him captive just moments ago, lips parting as he sighs softly before glancing down at you.

“thank you.”

the words are quiet, but impactful, as he didn’t think he’d be able to get them out. you let go of his hand too soon, but he doesn’t say anything else, choosing to focus on cooking than embarrassing himself again in front of you.

you take his silence as a silent dismissal, but you don’t fight him on it — it’s bitter, that sort of rejection, and you swallow back your argument with great difficulty.

STEP 03:

what’s the difference between cowardice and self-preservation? —

frustration bubbles underneath his skin when he can’t find where he placed his lighter; he runs a hand through his hair and tugs on impulse, accidentally ripping a few strands from his scalp. they swirl and tumble onto the ground, pathetic in a way — just like me, but he never really says that out loud. he doesn’t hear your footsteps, although you did your best to remain as quiet as possible.

a cigarette sits in between his lips, and he has half a mind to toss it over the railing of the ship, but a warmth suddenly appears in front of him in the form of a flame. you found his lighter on the floor earlier and meant to give it to him, but every time you got closer, he found every excuse to leave. you don’t realize the impact you have on him — not really, anyway — because he’s genuinely surprised that you can’t hear the heavy beats of his heart that grow more intolerable the longer he hangs around you.

always afraid of being found out, he opts to keep his distance. it’s easier this way, he tells himself, better. but he doesn’t quite believe that; the evidence is plain as day when his tongue feels like its grown three sizes in the span of seconds, where his words get lost and forgotten. it’s all your fault, he reasons; you who insists on talking candidly with him, who insists on listening to him ramble about his dreams, who absolutely insists on stubbornly tearing down his walls, steadily chipping away without a care in the world. he looks at you as if you are the source of all his problems, but he also looks at you as if you’re the solution.

the intensity behind his stare makes your hands tremble slightly, it’s a miracle you’ve managed to keep yourself composed for this long. you light the end of his cigarette with ease, as if you’ve done this for him hundreds of times —and place the lighter into his pants pocket afterwards. if he wasn’t so used to you getting in his personal space all the time, he’d retreat immediately. the proximity is almost too much for him, but he doesn’t step back; you take that as a good sign and keep him company for a few minutes.

you don’t care for the smell of smoke, but on him it smells good. you almost tell him that, but instead bite down on your lip and keep your comment at bay, nerves getting the best of you as you nearly choke on the possibility that your feelings won’t be reciprocated.

another time, maybe. cheeks flushed, you turn your face to look elsewhere. although, you wonder if there ever will be another time. with him, you never know.

he’s still trying to figure you out and why he feels a different sort of calm around you; it’s alarming and new, drumming up an irrational fear within him. he doesn’t think he’s deserving of your attention or affection, and he’s convinced himself that you don’t harbor any romantic feelings for him. and why would you?

one by one, his thoughts pummel into him, acerbic and overwhelming. he exhales a sliver of smoke and puts the cigarette out. he gives you a quick, apologetic look before telling you goodnight, the smile on his face is melancholic and barely existent. you don’t dare say a word, keep your lips pressed together stubbornly; exasperated and dejected, you don’t know what’s worse — his inability to lower his guard around you for longer than ten minutes, or your inability to stop yourself from trying to carve pieces of yourself to give to him.

maybe if you helped him fill the gaping holes in his heart, he’d truly understand how you feel.

STEP 04:

if you had to do it all over again, would you do anything differently? —

sleep evades you after that night, and the night after that, and so forth; it gets so bad that you’re yawning in the middle of the day, falling asleep before you can have a cup of coffee or tea. this does not go unnoticed by the others, and after talking with nami, you feel less out of your element and finally can see the parts of sanji that he wants to keep hidden. her advice is simple: approach slowly and with intent; corner him and don’t let him escape.

you bide your time, full confident that you can find a moment to sit down with him and talk this all out. it doesn’t come easy, but franky mysteriously swaps sanji for the night’s watch — something that should strike you as odd, but it’s a small opening that you take without thinking as you hurriedly climb up to the crow’s nest with a renewed sort of energy.

even with his eyes closed, as he sits lazily on the bench with head tilted back against the wall, he knows it’s you.

“go back to bed,” he says firmly, refusing to look at you.

your stubbornness, unfortunately, wins out. “i’m staying.” at that he sits up, his attention completely on you as his eyes widen at your words. he wants to ask you why, but cowardice wins out — again. as his features soften, a flush crawls along his face, lightly painting his cheeks pink. he closes his eyes again, tries to steady his breathing as he counts backwards, only for his efforts to be obliterated with ease the moment you sit next to him.

as your thigh presses against his, you take his hand and on impulse you trace your fingertip along the lines on his palm. he watches you with a morbid fascination that scares him; but then you start to say things like, “you will live a very long life,” and “you are courageous, and you have a big heart.”

a small part of him wants to pull his hand away, so you won’t say anything else — but he remains put, so still that you almost think he’s stopped breathing. your voice is sweet and disarming, even when you carry on this charade of reading his palm. a belated realization hits him forcefully, making him blink several times; it dawns on him that you’ve always been so kind and gentle with him, even when you teased him. he’s spent all this time overthinking and hiding behind his past, that it never occurred to him that he could have simply let you in. you’ve never given him reason to believe that you’d betray or harm him intentionally.

he takes a deep breath, voice a little uneven, “i—”

you lean in close, adoration dripping onto your words as you interrupt him. “hey, have i told you?” the question glides along his skin, the words seeping into him as you continue, the lilt in your voice a honeyed, melodic spell. “you remind me of starlight and the mysteries of space.” your lips brush against his when you tell him that, and a warmth settles into the middle of his chest, makes it hard to focus. he doesn’t think when he curls his fingers around yours and doesn’t think when heleans down to kiss you — tender yet electrifying all the same.

the move disarms you in a way that doesn’t quite make sense to you, so you simply hum in approval and lean your head against his shoulder. a comfortable silence settles around you both, but you don’t mind that at all; it’s nice, not having to tip-toe around him anymore, and the demons that plagued him for so long don’t seem so intimidating with you by his side.

#fic request #milestone event #500+ followers event #🍭✨🍨sticky & sweet event🧁✨🍭 #one piece angst #one piece fluff #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #sanji angst #sanji fluff #i love sanji a normal amt as u can tell

[thesmutalorian]

Yeah  they made the feral predator way too hot. The credits came on and I immediately went to Ao3 like “let’s see what the girlies have to say about thissssss” 🤭 I saw the original predator almost a decade ago and as much as I liked it, never would of guessed I’d be here now 🙂

 the ooman shit kills me, like why do they have these scary ass aliens saying such silly shit I’m gonna die. 

Turns ouuuuut, I actually have more to sayyyyy, but you don’t have to respond: I feel bad bc I don’t have an Ao3 account so I can never comment, but Gorl if I did, id have a whole essay for every chapter, including reaction images 😤. Ik you aren’t currently writing from Ta'Kesh’s POV (which is perfectly fine lol), but I really appreciated how you did so. The predator POV is so fun to read, they’re just so damn cold and pragmatic and just ALIEN yk? (Ta’kesh makes me laugh bc he’s such a lil psycho lol). At least when done right I think. The dynamic you have set up is really interesting, like I love a good slow burn enemies to friends to lovers, but the cultural differences and species hierarchy sets it up for some really fascinating (JUICY) interactions/character development. I was unfortunate enough to come upon your story very early, there aren’t many other fics that hold up to the standard you set! (Have you read The Devil You Know? One of the only other quality fics I’ve found that seems to accurately portray that sort of dynamic- 10/10 recommend). 

But anyway, the arrogance, the entitlement, just the cold bluntness makes predator fic so engaging to me. When you take a person with that deeply ingrained of a mindset (that’s another aspect I love, the question of whether or not yautjas are innately “predatory” or if it’s largely due to cultural upbringing) and force them to interact with with someone they deem inferior in a way they never have had to before (and there was only ONE BED heheh) I’m eating that shit up with 2 hands like GOOD SOUP!!😤😤😤

 I appreciate it even more with a quality OC and I like Charlie a lot. I really struggle with reader/you fics bc beyond me just being like “lol I would not do that”, I like having an established character to root for :). She has an interesting past that you’ve managed to portray in an appealing and unostentatious way. Reminds me of Rust cohle from True Detective.  I like that she’s very brave, but not to the point of ridiculousness lol. She has her moments where she’s able to act courageously in order to try to survive, but still gets intimidated/scared (extremely valid) sometimes with the big ass scary aliens. Do you have anyone in mind for how she looks?

Some highlights so far:

Greatly enjoyed ta’kesh’s cringe fail lake venture where Charlie showed his ass up while he fucking stands in the background looking like a drowned ass rat ahahah but watching her Commit Violence like 👀

Idk why but aliens using bidets is so fucking funny to me

Kinda living for ta’kesh being a dork and talking to his cat all the time hehe

let me see what the girlies have to sayyyyy 👏🏼 absolutely the correct response. my friend and I stand by that alien v predator could've been entirely more romantic if they were brave enough but 🤪 no cause literallyyyyy when I read ooman I hear it in a baby voice and I canNOT take it seriously, like bless those authors truly but whoever started the ooman precedent.... I just wanna talk 🧍🏻‍♀️ and girly pop ofc I'm gonna respond you took the time to let me know how you feel and I /love/ interaction okay (I think there's a way to comment anon on ao3 with like a guest account or name or something but maybe I'm wrong idk) but either way you take the time I want to show my appreciation

I stopped his POV just cause I felt like I was backtracking and I'm already so slow (rip sorry) but I really do want to come back to it in the future just to have fun revealing his inner workings (cause sometimes I be writing things and giggling like pookie is such a brat and then I remember y'all can't hear the goofy ass voices in my head and you only know the story I show you) but yes yes their differences are gonna play out in so many ways that I just can't wait for 😇 AND YES IVE READ FRIGGY one of the few I made it all the way through and then had to literally have a whole moment to process that there wasn't a second part 😗😗 sick I tell you, sick,, but I completely understand the not being able to read FPOV or self insert because of the "ummm I would never" --- because that's EXACTLY how I started writing 💀😭 I was chatting w my friend and we were like ok but isn't it kinda weird how fast some of these fmc just like... accept the whole ass murder crab men? also--- how do they survive well in space and from there Charlie was born ahahahHA I was like ok but what if I made it realistic for bits (as realistic as scifi can be) and then asked people to suspend their disbelief for the fun bits like the space pond and the tail n shit 🤭🤭

I have a whole board of art for ta'kesh but I've never really stopped to think about Charlie 🧐🧐

YES DROWNED RAT IS SOOOOO RIGHT mans really does have an ego, which, like rightfully earned? but also... must be checked whenever author feels he needs it (all the time 😇)

the bidet was me being like what is something that isn't necessarily commonplace, but feels bougie enough that an advanced society would have it regularly around.... ah yes.... Bidet.

ta'kesh is a cat girl, confirmed

I promise to bring you more good soup in the future 🍲

#ao3 #yautja #answered #close quarters #fanfic

[snootlestheangel]

Soap

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

Gaz

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Ghost

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Price

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Nik

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

Kate

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Soap

12. My headcanon is that he's horrible to live with. There's a lot of evidence in the campaign stories to kinda imply that he's not shy about getting dirty and I feel like that's just cause he is. He just doesn't keep a clean area at home when he's off duty. Part of it might be he doesn't feel pressured by the demands of military living, but idk. He's terrible about cleaning up after himself, hardly does the dishes, doesn't really clean. And I also feel like he's incredibly loud at home. Like he stomps. You cannot tell me this man doesn't stomp everywhere. I'm sorry, I just refuse to believe he wouldn't. He just isn't aware he's being that loud, definitely. And if you were to say something he's definitely taking it seriously and being more conscious of his noise level.

13. 🫡 avid user of the salute emoji. It feels right

Gaz

12. A nerd. He's a big fan of DND. He's the type of gamer to play all the Halo games on the hardest difficulty like it's nothing. Absolutely was the type of kid to get in trouble for staying up late gaming. His mother definitely had a moment where she's complaining about him playing games all the time and he definitely (being the sassy bastard he is) bites back with "at least I'm not doing drugs or committing crimes". Of course one of his sisters calls out the execution thing they witnessed in one of his games. His mom gave up, cause at least he isn't doing drugs.

5. I have no idea tbh.

Ghost

12. You know that trend of girls and stuff being like "my man sleeps like those paintings of a passed out maiden"? Ghost would be one of those guys. Armed draped dramatically over his face and other on his belly. A dramatic sleeper

2. That he's actually so chill. If I'm remembering this correctly, in the comics he's like being really gentle with kids. He called a hostage "love", he's telling terrible dad jokes to his teammate to help him stay sane during a really stressful situation. He's just actually out here vibing

Price

12. I feel like he snacks on the weirdest things but also like they're still perfectly normal things to snack on. Like celery? Good snack, especially dipped in something or with peanut butter. Price? Just monching straight celery. Like apply that to most other snacks and that's Price being weird

1. He's such a cocky piece of shit and I love it. He's intelligent and cunning and dangerous and holy fuck- *I'm gonna stop talking*

Nik

12. Doesn't have any surviving family, but if he did, they'd still be hella close. It just feels like he gets his fierce loyalty from his family. It feels like he's the type of person to be like "we're family, of course I got your back" and it's something he has because he grew up in a family very much like that

22. I love when people really explore the sketchy side of Nik. Like the fact he's got connections that he really shouldn't. I don't really read enough with Nik in it so I don't know what I wouldn't like. There's the obvious and general "diminishing this complex character to a single trait or characteristic and calling it a day" when he's playing a more centric role in the story.

Kate

12. Used to be a heavy smoker, but quit after a while. Started smoking in high school and smoked well into adulthood. Eventually stopped when she realized how it was affecting her health. She occasionally still has a cigarette every now and then but it's more of a test of her self control at this point

15. Her wife! I don't know, but I am fiercely protective of her status as a married woman and her wife!!

#i fucking loved this #even if it took forever #character ask game #snootles answers #snootles's askbox

[newwwwusername]

Community - Jeff & Study Group - Pride Month Prompt 30 : Aromantic

Warning : Arophobia Requested by : Anonymous on my Google Form Request : I'm not sure if you're taking requests for the Pride Month prompt challenge or not, but I really like aromantic!Jeff Winger and I'd like to read a fic about it on the last day of the challenge if possible Pride Month Prompt : Write a fic in which an aromantic character (can be a canon or headcanoned character) is coming out to/being comforted by/otherwise talking about romantic orientation with their friend(s) or queerplatonic partner Headcanon : Alloaro!Jeff

"Guys, I've realized something about myself" Jeff said with a big smile on his face as he entered the study room. The rest of the group looked up at him.

"You are gay" Pierce guessed.

"Uh, no" Jeff shook his head as he set down his bag by the leg of the table and sat down. "I'm... Aromantic"

The room went still.

"Sorry, you're whatnow?" Shirley asked. Everyone else seemed equally confused- Except for Britta, that is.

"I call bullshit" the blonde spoke up. Everyone looked at her. Jeff seemed uncomfortable.

"Um-

"If you're aromantic, what's with all the advances you've been trying to make on me since day one?" she asked.

"I think you're hot and wanted to have sex with you, not a whole relationship" Jeff said and then winced as he realized how that came out. Britta scoffed. "I didn't mean it like that"

"Okay, Jeff" she rolled her eyes. The man looked hurt, which was odd, but seriously who the hell did he think he was? There were people out there who were actually aromantic and here he was flagging the label around because he had commitment iss-

He got up and left the room.

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Abed walked into he and Jeff's dorm room and took in the sad expression on his roommate's face.

"So, what's aromantic?" he asked. Jeff chuckled humorlessly.

"You heard what Britta said" Jeff sighed. "It doesn't matter"

"Britta tends to do surface-level research on a lot of things, but she rarely actually makes an effort to understand them" Abed replied. "I'd like to know what it means to you, since you're the one who this is actually about"

Jeff smiled weakly at his friend before taking a deep breath and giving an explanation.

"I've just never saw myself in a real relationship with anyone" he explained. "Romantically, I mean. Sex is nice. Friends are nice. But the idea of dating someone just isn't all that compelling to me" he continued. "And it's not just an issue of not wanting to commit"

"Okay" Abed said. Jeff stared at him for a moment.

"Okay?"

"Okay" Abed repeated. "Do you want me to tell Britta that?"

"No, no, I'll do it" Jeff replied before groaning in annoyance. "This whole thing is so dumb..."

"I don't think it's dumb"

"Well, thank you, Abed"

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"Britta, hey" Jeff said meekly as he approached the blonde in the line of the cafe. She rolled her eyes and looked away but didn't tell him to fuck off, so he supposed he could continue. "I want to talk about what happened"

"Are you done pretending to be something your not so you don't have to own up to your bullshit?"

"Britta, I'm not pretending to be anything, I-"

"Right, right" she laughed humorlessly. "Of course. Because big and mighty Jeff Winger never does anything wrong"

"Britta, lis-"

"He'd never treat a woman like an object he can just fuck and then throw out. No, no, cause he's different and special"

"Brit-"

"He's 'aromantic', so it's all perfectly well and good if he-"

"BRITTA!" he shouted and a few people turned in their direction, concerned. Britta's mouth clamped shut as she stared at the agitated man. "Sorry... Sorry, I didn't mean to yell" he apologized. She still said nothing. "I just... Look, I'll buy your breakfast, but please just... Sit and listen to what I have to say?"

"Okay, Jeff" she agreed quietly before pulling out her phone to text him her order as she sat at one of the smaller tables.

He returned a few minutes later with two coffees, a croissant, and the sandwich that Britta had asked for as well. He sat by her at the table and handed her her breakfast before contemplating his next words, grateful that she just remained patient.

"I've never felt... The urge to get romantically involved with people" he explained. "It's not that I have a fear of commitment or anything like that, I just don't want it" he continued. "And yeah, sex is nice. I like having sex with people, but just so long as we're... Friends. The thought of anything becoming more than platonic fuck buddies just... It isn't appealing to me"

"...Jeff-"

"What?"

"I'm sorry" Britta sighed. Jeff's eyes widened. "I mean, I'm sure you can understand why I was on guard, but still... I shouldn't have said those things. If this is how you really feel, then I'm sorry, and I accept you"

"So... Does that mean we can be fuck buddies now?"

"Very funny"

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Jeff walked in for study group with a weak smile on this face. "I'm gonna try this again"

Abed smiled. Britta nodded.

"I am Aromantic" he said, this time with more confidence. In response to the confused looks, he continued. "It just means I don't feel the want or urge to date people. I don't feel that spark, and I'd like for all my relationships to remain platonic"

"Oh, okay" Troy nodded genuinely. "That makes sense"

"Thank you for telling us, Jeff" Shirley smiled.

"This actually makes a lot of sense" Annie laughed lightheartedly.

"Pierce?" Jeff asked, looking at the old man. The man seemed to consider this for a moment before speaking.

"So... You're still gay, right?"

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[transjlawrence]

I'd devour anything hawkmeat-related from you, although I've really been in the mood for dark!Demetri lately 👀 He doesn't get to go apeshit enough in fics!!!

Sorry for the late response, anon!! I've been a little bit busy!!

But tysm for the request!! I had sm fun writing this and I absolutely agree, I think Demetri needs to go way more batshit, both in fics and in the show.

Like let that man lose his cool!!

Anyways, here it is!! I'm not used to writing darker themes, but I really enjoyed writing this one!! I decided to write Cobra! Demetri with some darker themes mixed in!!

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To be honest, Hawk is a little surprised that Demetri actually agreed to give Cobra Kai a chance after everything that had happened. 

He'd definitely been a little suspicious at first, but Demetri had seemed open and ready to commit to Cobra Kai, so Hawk had dropped it.

Anyone who was willing to be loyal to the dojo was cool with Hawk. If you could rock it with the other cobras, who gave a shit about how much of a baby you were in the past? 

Demetri takes the jabs when he first arrives, both verbally and physically. The other cobras have seen him at Miyagi-Do and they want to fuck with him. Want to test his limits to see just how far they can push Demetri. 

(Hawk almost wants to step in when he sees it. Demetri was always more of a crybaby than Hawk was when it came to the karate shit. Always crying to the fucking adults about everything. 

Hawk never cried to the adults about anything after joining Cobra Kai. He toughened himself up, made himself stronger. That was what you were supposed to do.)

Demetri takes it with grace, because he’s Demetri and even though he’s a whining bitch, he’s also somehow managed to fit himself in with the other cobras.

 It’s…weird. 

He ribs them back whenever they make comments about him, silver tongue as sharp as ever. It’s like he’s not even doing it for fun sometimes, like he’s cutting down the other cobras just to cut them down. 

Demetri never does it to Hawk though. Really, it seems like any of the shit Demetri gives the other cobras, he refuses to give to Hawk. 

It kind of pisses Hawk off. What do the other guys have that he doesn't? 

What, does Demetri think he's too soft? He's not. He's not fucking Eli who has to hide behind his sweaters and Demetri to get by. He's Hawk, who's kicked the shit out of people who used to spit in his face. 

He's not soft. And he doesn't need to be treated like he can't take it. 

Hawk tries to rib Demetri a little more after that. Tries to tease him like the rest of the guys do, elbows him just a little too hard to be an accident, demands Demetri be his sparring partner. 

Somehow Hawk feels like Demetri is holding back from him when they spar too. It's like he refuses to give his all and actually meet the challenge. 

Hawk isn't an idiot. He sees the way Demetri puts his all into every other fight he has. He sees the almost feral look Demetri has on his face whenever he spars the other cobras. 

(Demetri making Kyler bleed is a sight he'll never forget. 

Kyler had walked away clutching his nose and swearing after a flying tornado kick to the face. 

Hawk had been impressed as he was pissed. Why wasn’t that him? Why couldn’t that be him? Why did Demetri pull his punches like Hawk was going to fucking break?)

It all comes to a head when Kreese decides he’s going to take them out to the woods for some practice. It’s some kind of capture the flag thing. 

Frankly, Hawk thinks it’s stupid and super un-badass but whatever. Kreese wants them to do it and Hawk’s not going to argue. He probably wants them to do it for a reason, right? Probably something about knowing your enemy and all that bullshit. 

It takes Hawk a while to find who he’s looking for. 

Demetri isn’t even fighting anyone when Hawk finds him, just sitting on some log. 

Seriously? The asshole joins Cobra Kai and figures the best use of his time is to just sit on a fucking log? What the fuck is he doing, contemplating getting his ass kicked? 

Hawk approaches slowly and quietly, one hand flexed out in front of him. He’s going to get Demetri’s flag, he fucking promises that. 

“Did you follow me here?” 

Hawk jumps. 

Shit, has Demetri been watching him? Fucking impossible, the guy’s not even looking at him. 

“No,” Hawk says truthfully. 

He didn’t. He’d just walked far from the group since he hadn’t seen Demetri with any of them. He’d kind of been wondering where he’d gone. Apparently doing fucking nothing. 

Demetri turns around to face Hawk slowly, lazy smile on his face. He looks almost too relaxed right now. Just what kind of game is he playing?

“Y’know, I’d be just like Blofeld if I had a cat right now,” Demetri tells him out of nowhere. 

Hawk blinks a little. 

“I thought you hated those movies,” Hawk replies, because Demetri had. He kept talking about how unrealistic they were or how Sean Connery would always be a better James Bond than Daniel Craig. 

(“He’s classic! You can’t beat the classics,” Demetri had said like he wasn’t a regular consumer of every new season and adaptation of Doctor Who.)

Demetri shrugs, looking off to the side. 

“Not really the point, is it?” Demetri deadpans, causing a sort of prey-like feeling to well up inside Hawk. Which is fucking stupid considering the fact Hawk literally named himself after a bird of a prey, so he has no reason to fear Demetri of all people. 

Hawk doesn’t respond, because he doesn’t owe Demetri’s disrespect an actual response. 

Demetri suddenly stands up, stalking towards him. 

The way he walks is unmistakable. 

It’s the exact type of walk wolves get whenever they’re hunting prey. 

A shiver goes up Hawk’s spine. 

Demetri gets right in his space, using his mere inches of extra height to his advantage. Fuck, he’s way too close. He needs to back the fuck up. 

Hawk puts his hand up, pressing at the grey material of Demetri’s shirt. Demetri grabs his wrist. 

What the fuck? 

“Let go, man,” Hawk growls, glaring. He’s not going to let Demetri fucking intimidate him. 

Demetri only looks amused though, tightening his grip on Hawk’s wrist.

 It only hurts a little. 

Hawk doesn't even think as he throws his free hand forward to punch Demetri in the side, effectively dislodging Hawk from his grip. 

Demetri’s got this look on his face that Hawk has seen only in documentaries. 

It's the kind snakes get when they spot prey in the wild, only instinct and animalistic hunger driving their every move. 

Hawk can't help the way he starts breathing faster. 

Demetri moves toward him and Hawk moves back, fists raised. 

He feels messy, uncoordinated, unprepared. Nothing like the championship fighter he knows he can be. Knows he should be. 

Hawk parries Demetri’s punches as they come, Demetri too fast for him to actually fight back. Someone who was so sloppy just a few months ago should not be this fucking coordinated. 

That’s what Cobra Kai does to people though. It happened to Hawk too. 

He used to be just as sloppy, just as much of a skinny, useless kid. Just as small, unaware of all the power he had inside of him. Everything he could have been doing with his fists to protect himself. 

He shouldn’t be so surprised it happened to Demetri too. 

Hawk only stops walking when he almost slips, whipping his head over his shoulder. 

Behind him, a rocky cliff sits with miles and miles of trees below it. If Hawk were to slip off of it, he probably wouldn’t die. He’d probably just break his arm or get a concussion. Probably both, actually. 

Hawk turns around to face Demetri, who’s only getting closer and closer the more Hawk thinks about his options. Fuck, is Demetri really going to…? No, fuck, wait.

Hawk knows it’s cowardly, but he figures the smartest option right now is to probably run away. Run as fast and as far as he can before he gets pushed over a cliff.

His collar chokes him a bit as Demetri grabs his shirt and drags him to the edge and no, no, no. Shit. Shit, shit, he’s been caught. 

If Hawk fights, he falls. 

Something about the grin on Demetri’s face tells Hawk that he knows that already. 

He holds onto Demetri’s arm tightly. 

Hawk isn’t sure what to do. He’s not even fighting for a stupid fucking flag anymore, he’s fighting to not get seriously fucking injured. So fucking stupid. 

How does he play this in a way that doesn’t land him with a broken arm? Just what the fuck has gotten into Demetri? 

Shit, he has to be smart about this. He has to-

Wait. 

Demetri did always love the old him. The weak him. The one who would rather cry to his mom than actually fucking handle the problem. 

That’s how he’ll get him to let go. 

He’ll be Eli. Loser, stupid Eli. Pathetic, precious Eli. 

“Demetri,” he says softly, stupidly small and weak. “Demetri-”

“You’re not innocent, Eli,” Demetri cuts him off. 

The hair on Hawk’s arms raises. 

Demetri smirks at him, brown hair falling over his forehead. He could really use a haircut or something once they get back into civilization and away from this fucking cliff. 

“I’m not going to fall for you little Eli act,” Demetri tells him. “You can try it on someone else though. I’m sure Kyler would be more than happy to have his little Eli back.”

Hawk’s eyes widen. 

What the fuck is Demetri playing? The fuck is he-

Hawk scrambles to hang onto Demetri’s arm tighter as he lowers Hawk further back, staring up at Demetri.

The trees rustle faintly below. 

Fuck. 

There is a black hole where Hawk’s lungs used to be, no air making its way in or out. The pads of his fingers are sweaty and part of him is worried he may accidentally let go of Demetri in this state. 

He’s being so fucking weak and yet that recognition doesn’t stop the zipping of fear up his spine. 

“I miss Eli,” Demetri sighs out, shaking his head condescendingly. “He was just so nice and kind. So loyal. God, he was perfect until Cobra Kai fucking infected him.” 

Hawk rejects any notion that he was perfect before Cobra Kai. He was ugly and weird and soft, and those are the worst fucking things to be in a school full of teenaged sharks out for blood. 

“Fuck off,” Hawk spits. “Cobra Kai made me stronger, better-”

Hawk yelps as Demetri lets go of more of Hawk’s shirt, leaving him hanging further and further over the cliff. Hawk digs his nails into Demetri’s arm. 

He refuses to go like some fucking worm. 

“Save me the talk,” Demetri tells him, rolling his eyes. “You’re nothing more than a dog that follows orders, a puppet being led around by its strings. You were less pathetic playing DnD in my basement.” 

Hawk definitely fucking wasn’t, but fucking whatever. 

(He always played a cleric, because he wanted to help. Not like it fucking mattered in the long run.)

Demetri’s eyes go soft at the edges, his free hand coming up to cup Hawk’s cheek. Hawk wants to bite him. Hawk wants to tear his fingers off and spit them back at him. 

He settles for glaring at him. 

“Eli,” Demetri says softly, tone too condescending to even remotely trick Hawk. “Sweet Eli. I miss when you were more than just a dog. But I guess if you can let go of our friendship so easily…”

Demetri tips him further over the edge. 

Hawk digs his nails in harder, trying to still the tremors going through his body. He can’t fucking speak, not able to catch enough breath to fucking do so. 

“...I guess I should too.”

This is it. 

Demetri’s going to let him go. Demetri’s going to let him fall and hurt himself. Demetri’s going to make him feel the exact same pain he did when Hawk broke his arm. 

Hawk clenches his eyes, preparing himself for the fall and the imminent impact of the forest floor. 

But it never comes. 

Hawk peeks an eye open, solid ground beneath his feet once more as Demetri hauls him up. He’s smiling like an idiot, waving around the little flag Hawk had tucked into his belt loop. 

“Kidding,” Demetri sing-songs, turning around. “You’re out.” 

Hawk can only stare blankly after Demetri’s retreating form. It hadn’t even occurred to Hawk to try and take Demetri’s flag, too busy clinging for his fucking life. 

Hawk laughs a little, if only out of pure shock. His hands are still shaking. 

He jogs after Demetri, ready to go meet up with the rest of his teammates to tell them he’s out. They’ll probably be pissed at him but whatever. Who gives a shit. 

(It occurs to Hawk later that Demetri could have let him go with no real consequence. His main goal was Hawk’s flag, not protecting Hawk. 

Fuck, the fucker still went easy on him. 

He’s so going to kill Demetri tomorrow at training.)

#hawkmeat #eli moskowitz #eli hawk moskowitz #demetri alexopoulos #binary bros #asks #requests #tysm for the ask!!! #I really enjoyed writing this concept!!

[zurajanaizurakoda]

Gin is a Dick in Every Sense of the Word

I've fallen headfirst into Ginzura and I didn't have time to make a new account on A03 but I wrote two fics in two days which is nothing short of amazing. I'm putting this here.

Gin is a Dick, in Every Sense of the Word

Explicit, no warnings. Some angst and pining and slight Katsumatsu (Is that the term? With the ramen shop girl) Takes place during the second movie.

Katsura doesn't trust the new leader of the Yorozuya and deicides to take matters into his own hands. Originally it was just "Katsura figures out Gin is Gin and misses him enough he fucks the ugly penis man", but I let him have some real Gin as a treat.

They had been searching for hours with no clues, and even Gin was beginning to get disheartened.  It was hard not to, there was no end to the filthy alleyways and trash festering in the dark corners of the city.  He’d almost sworn he’d been down this specific alleyway when he felt a presence behind his back.  Someone with some skill, he hadn’t heard them approach.  Hand on his bokuto, he whirled around, and found a familiar silhouette.

“Zura?”

The other man glared through his one good eye.  (Was the other eye really bad?  He’d known Katsura and his costumes long enough that it wouldn’t surprise him if the bandages were just for show.  Zura was nothing if not committed to the bit.  “It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura.” It had more bite to it than his usual retort.  “And I still haven’t accepted you, you know.”

“Then it’s good that I don’t care, Zura.”  he turned back around.

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura,” he repeated, “and I still haven’t figured out your motives.  Leader has become a beautiful woman, but she can protect herself better than I could.  Emotionally, though, I fear she’s vulnerable, as is Shinpachi-kun.”  he continued to glare.  “You’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.  Back off.”

“You do a lot of protecting from inside a prison cell, Runaway Kotarou?” he muttered back.  “It’s not like you to let something like prison bars get in your way.”

Katsura edged closer.   “They said you’re Gintoki’s sworn brother.  I’ve known him as long as he’s known himself.  He’s never had any sworn brothers, and definitely not an amanto.”

“So you’ve known him all that time?” Gintoki growled.  “Never off doing your own thing?  Playing tag with the Shinsengumi?  Get over yourself, Zura.  He had his own life.”

He was surprised when a katana embedded itself into the building behind him.  “I knew him better than anyone!  He wouldn’t have kept such a thing from me. “ His eye hardened.  “Don’t think the clothes mean anything.  He left his clothes everywhere.  I have a set at home.  And the bokuto is mail order.  He’s had dozens of them.”

Gin pushed the sword out of the way.  “He told me all about you, Zura.  He said you’re a busybody who can’t keep his nose out on Gin-san’s business.  Don’t you have a ramen lady to not seduce?”

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura, and she’s lying next to her husband, as she would have wanted.”  Katsura replied.  “Another failing on my part.  Don’t change the subject.”

That hit him.  When Zura fell, he fell hard.  He’d probably never so much as touched her hand without paying for his soba, but it was obvious he had been smitten.  The future was not kind to Katsura.  “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need your sympathy.”

Gintoki turned and really looked at him.  “Did you really lose an eye?” he asked, his voice wavering.

“I may not look it, but I was the top rebel in this city.  I had information that the Shinsengumi would kill for.  An eye or two was a small price to pay for their safety.”  He reached up and touched the bandage.  “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

So he still had his ideals.  “But seriously, you’re Runaway Kotaro.  You escape.  You want me to believe you spent five years rotting in a jail cell?”

“What does it matter to you?”  Katsura replied archly.  “I seem to remember you coming for my head personally.”

Gin gulped.  “That was, you know… I panicked.”

Katsura crossed his arms, folding them into his sleeves.  “Panicked?” he repeated.  “I haven’t forgotten you brought Leader and Shinpachi-kun to the execution.  That was dangerous.”

“Dangerous?!”  Gin returned.  “You almost got beheaded!  Why didn’t you fight?”

Katsura sighed, closing his eyes.  “I had reason to believe I would be rescued. Why did it matter so much to you?”

“Mattered to me?!  What about you?!  You think I don’t know you could have taken out all those guards yourself if you wanted to?  What were you doing, letting it just happen?  ‘It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura’.  “That’s what was important?”

“My name is Katsura.”  he replied.  “I don’t remember giving any Amanto permission to call me by any nickname.”

“So it’s because I’m an Amanto?  You didn’t let Gin-san call you that.”

“It never stopped him.”  Katsura’s eye was still closed.  “You know, you sound like him.”

“Do I?”  shit, Zura of all people wasn’t observant enough to see past the disguise was he?  He was an idiot, but he could be smarter than anyone if the mood hit him.  “We were a lot alike.”

“Not just the sound of your voice.”  Katsura clarified, voice wary.  “The way you speak is just like him.  When did you meet him?”

“You don’t believe me.”

“I might, if you give me a proper explanation.”

“You know, after the war.”

“But before you met Leader and Shinpachi-kun?”

Shit, no, he knew too much about them to have met before he met them.  “We first met before them, but we kept in touch.  We spoke often.”

There was a long pause.  “And he really told you I was a busybody who stuck his nose where it didn’t belong?”  Katsura’s good eye was hidden behind his bangs, but he looked like he was about to cry.

“Well, that was, you know…”  Gin backtracked.  “You two knew each other during the war.  Before that, even.  You were friends.  As much brothers as we were.”  Was that what Zura wanted?

“Brothers?”  Katsura snorted.  “Is Gintoki the kind of man that fucks his brothers?”

Shit.  Shit shit shit shit shit.  “He, you know…”  Back then, during the war, it had happened.  Not a lot, but it had definitely happened.  He never thought Zura would speak of it, least of all to a complete stranger.  “He didn’t fuck me, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“You didn’t ask.  I apologize.”  Katsura replied.  His voice was unreadable.

“Are you okay?”  Gin lifted a hand to rest on Katsura’s shoulder, then thought better of it.  “You know, Gin-san could be a real jerk sometimes, but he wasn’t a monster.  I’m sure he cared about you.”

“I was convenient.”  Katsura said.  His shoulders shook slightly.  “I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“Wait, if Gin-san wanted convenient, there were other places to go.  He wouldn’t risk a friendship over convenience.”  Shit shit shit.  Katsura fell hard.  What had he been thinking?  That it was good to be alive after a battle you were sure to die in?  That Katsura was the most beautiful fucking thing at camp?  The breathy way he accepted Gin’s advances, the way he arched into him?  It hadn’t really been love, but it hadn’t been just sex either, not with Zura.  Not with his best friend.  

Zura had never mentioned it afterwards, never shown any inclination to continue what they had started.  But Zura was the king of pining, and when he fell, it was like a dam breaking.  “Listen.  Is that why you were so messed up?  Because of Gin-san?  He wouldn’t want you to be feeling down about him.  He’d want you to be fucking MILFS like nobody’s business. He’d want you to be a stud.”

“What do you know?!”  Zura’s voice cracked, and his shoulders shook roughly.  “What the fuck would you know?!”

Gin faltered.  “I know he wouldn’t want to hurt you.”  he finally offered.  “And if he knew he’d cocked up everything royally, he’d feel terrible.”  There was no response.  “Come on.  Hit me.  It won’t make it better, but it’ll help.  Call me an asshole, tell me I solve all my problems with my dick.  You’re too good to waste away pining after a jerk like Gin-san.”

Katsura was definitely crying, tears trailing from his one good eye.  “What would you know?” he asked again, voice shaking.

This time Gin finally put his hand on the other man’s shoulder.  “You’re right.  I don’t know anything.  I’m an asshole, Zura, I break things I care about.”  He was startled but not really surprised when Zura threw himself into his arms.  “If it helps, cry.  You don’t need to hold it in.”

“He didn’t trust me.”  Katsura sobbed.  “He came to talk about the past.  He must have known I’d go anywhere with him.  All he had to do was speak the word, but instead…”

“He trusted you with his life.”  Gin replied weakly.  “I’m sure he didn’t want you to get involved.”

“I was convenient.”  Katsura repeated tearfully.  That night, just like back at the wars…” 

Shit.

“I knew he wasn’t serious, anymore than he was back then, but we were talking, and then his hands were on me, and then…”  Katsura choked.  “He was gone when I woke up.  He always was.  I never saw him again.  That was the last time I saw him, he was holding me and telling me I was beautiful, just like the old days, and I let him.  I let him use me, and then I let him go.”

Shit.  If he could have gotten alone with his past self, he would have kicked the shit out of him.  Zura was sensitive,  Zura was lonely.  Zura wasn’t some sort of fucking toy to play with.  “I’m so sorry.”

“You smell like him.”

“Does it bother you?  I can let go.”

“No, no.”  Katsura sniffled.  “It’s nice.”

What on earth had he been thinking back then?  Faced with the destruction of the world, he had possibly sought the one safe haven he knew of, Zura, who was always there for him, who never complained, never turned him away.  He’d taken the easy route and given into his most basic urges.

And he’d torn Zura’s heart out.  

Zura’s breath was coming more evenly now, his face buried in Gin’s shirt.  He was still beautiful in this era, a little thinner and weaker, probably from the long prison stay.  Even the bandage, which should have reminded him of Takasugi, just emphasized the lines of his face.

It hadn’t been love back then because Gin hadn’t let it be.  His heart was too guarded, he was too broken.  He’d felt feelings for Zura he couldn’t define, that he’d refused to define.  Even with the whole world crumbling, if he could go back, it would be not to the past of five years ago but to the distant past of the joi wars, to the nights he’d first gone seeking for Zura’s warmth, and stayed.  Ran his hair through the beautiful long hair, kissed the parched and broken lips, let himself wake up next to the man he’d cared so deeply about.  

What would his life be like now, if he had done that?

Katsura shifted.  At first Gin thought he was losing consciousness, but he slipped through Gin’s fingers and fell lightly to his knees.  Gin was still processing the action when he felt fingers reaching for his pants.

Shit.  Shit shit shit.

“No, you don’t want to do this.  You’re sad, and you’re lonely, and, and…”

“Shut up.” Katsura replied.  “I’m here, and you’re here, and I’m convenient.  Let me be useful.”

“No, no no.  This is wrong, Zura, no, Katsura-san-”

“It’s Zura.”  Katsura hissed.  His mouth was dangerously close to Gin’s crotch.

“Zura, then.  You don’t really want to-”

“Shut up!”  Katsura snapped.  “Don’t think I haven’t spent the last five years thinking of what I would do if I met you again.  You owe me this.”  He shifted, pinning Gin against the wall.  His hands finished opening the pants and reached inside.  Regrettably, Gin’s dick was already half hard and firming up by the second.  Katsura freed it from the strawberry boxers and stared at it for a second like he was making a decision.

“Zura, please don’t do this.” 

“You don’t want it?”  Katsura hissed roughly.  “You don’t want me?”

“God, Zura, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.  Not just your mouth, everything.  But this isn’t right.”

“It’s right.”  Zura insisted.  Before Gin could say another word, Zura’s mouth closed over his cock and the world shuddered.

“Fuck, Zura.”

Katsura pulled off for a second.  “That’s the general idea, yes.”  He put his mouth back on Gin.  His mouth was soft and hot, he was perfect and pliant, he was everything Zura always was.  But it was wrong.  He had no right to feel this good, he had no right to touch Zura after all the crap he’d pulled.  But Zura took him in deeper, caving in his cheeks, putting everything into it.  His deep voice was coming in soft grunts, his fingers were gently cradling Gin’s balls.

“Fuck, shit.” he clenched his teeth. “Fuck, Zura.”  his mind was blown free of thoughts, but he happened to glance down and saw Zura, cock disappearing into his perfect mouth, tears still wet on his good eye.  It made his knees go weak.  “Zura, wait.”

Zura pulled off again. “You’re breaking my concentration.  Shut up.”  He moved to take Gin’s cock again but he was stopped.  “Don’t do this now, Gintoki.”

“Listen, let me do this right.  Let me fuck you.  Please, let me fuck you.”

Katsura smiled without opening his eyes.  “Do you have any idea what you look like?  Don’t make me look at you.”

“Against the wall, then.  Please, you have no idea how much I want this…”

“One hole or another, then. Whatever you like.”  Katsura replied.  With a slight grunt he rose to his feet.

“You’re not a fucking hole, Zura.”  Gin hissed.  He pulled the other man in for a rough kiss.

Katsura slapped him playfully.  “Seriously, you look like a giant penis.  Don’t touch me with that face.”  He lifted his yukata and tucked it into his obi.  “No lube, I assume.”  

“I won’t hurt you, Zura.”  He stuck two fingers into Zura’s mouth and his dick twitched when he felt a soft tongue play along his fingers.  He waited until they were thick with saliva and then pulled out, parting Katsura gently.  He took one finger easily, two a little more slowly.  The noises were amazing, whimpers and gasps and deep needy whines barely muffled by a hand. Gin tried to focus on his task.  He’d fucked up everything so badly, he couldn’t fuck this up.  He cupped Zura’s face to pull him in for a kiss and was pushed away.  “Okay, fine, you win, Zura.” he pulled the wart off and stuck it to the wall.  “I don’t even know if it’ll work again if I take it off, but there!  Now you’ll touch me, right?”

Katsura’s eyes watered.  “Look at you, Gintoki. You haven’t changed a bit.” He turned so his back was against the alley wall, lifting his hips to give Gin the best possible access.

“Shut up, just shut up and kiss me you idiot.”  He spat on his fingers and went for a second round of slickening.  Katsura bucked, burying his head in Gin’s shoulder with a needy cry.  Their lips met and their tongues roamed hungrily.  Gin wanted to do everything at once, he let his fingers leave Zura’s ass and grabbed his legs, hoisting them around his waist.  They met for another bruising kiss.  “You ready?” he spit on his palm and used it for a last little bit of lubrication.

“You have no idea, Gintoki.”  

He was slow, slow as he possibly could be, he was already fucking things up literally and metaphorically, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Zura in some filthy alleyway in the middle of a doomed future, but Zura sunk down on him inch by inch until their hips were connected and his vision went dark for a second.  “God you’re tight, Zura, is it okay, does it hurt?  Can I move?”

Zura hissed and sunk his face into the hollow of Gin’s shoulder.  He mumbled something.

“What’s that?”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now, Gintoki!” he yelled into bare skin.

“Can do.”  He thrust, and Zura slid on him, and there was a delicious gasp, and there was nothing in this world anymore but him and Zura and a few feet of wall that supported him.  He fucked hard and deep, a pace that might have been to much for a woman, but Zura rose and fell against him in perfect synchronicity.  He hissed out words like a chant, “You’re perfect, Zura, God, I’m almost there already, you’re so tight, so perfect, you’re doing so well, just like that, keep going-”

Zura’s arms were clamped on his shoulders but kept his legs loose enough to give Gin room to move.  His voice was high, and loud, verging on sobs as he swore, begged and gasped against the pleasure. It was too much, it was too good, there wasn’t a lot he could do that wouldn’t risk dropping the other man but he managed to wind his fingers around Zura’s cock to stroke him off.  Hopefully it wouldn’t be long, he couldn’t last much longer like this, but then he heard a choked sob and felt Zura release into his hand as his body clenched involuntarily around Gin.  That was it, he buried deep and released his seed and fell slowly to his knees, spent in every sense of the term.  Zura was in his lap now, still twitching and gasping and making the most delightful noises, riding off the afterglow, and more than anything Gin wished they had a nice futon so they could just get comfortable.  He buried his face in Zura’s long hair and sighed.  “Was it good for you?”

“Give me a minute.”  Zura mumbled.  

“Better than a blow job?”

“Would you shut up?”  Zura spat.  “I’m trying to make a memory.  You’ll be leaving soon, won’t you?”

Gin sighed into Zura’s shoulder.  “I shouldn’t be in this world.  I’m here to help.  I don’t know what will happen when I find what I’m looking for.”

“I… see.”  Zura said quietly.

Gin sighed again.  “I’m not the Gin of your world, I don’t know him.  I don’t know what he was thinking when he went to you that night before he left.  But I know me, and I know you, and I know it wasn’t just some convenient hole that beckoned to him.  It was you, Zura, it was all you.”

There was a long pause, and then Zura slid off his cock.  “I see.  Thank you.”

“Are you going to be okay?”  Gin asked with genuine sincerity.  “Do I need to carry you somewhere?”

“I’ll be fine.”  Zura answered.  He pulled his hair back and Gin noticed that his bandage had drooped, and there was a considerable scar on his bad eyelid.  

“They really did a number on you.”  He reached out and stroked the scar gently with his thumb.

“I’ve had worse.”  Zura replied simply.  He stood on unsteady legs and began to straighten his clothes.

“Oi, Zura, are you okay?”  Gin asked.  “Give yourself some time.”

“I’ve been fucked up the ass before, Gintoki.  I’ll be fine.”

“But are you really?”

“I promise.”  He stretched his back and smiled down at Gin.  “I’m glad I followed you.”  He pulled something off the wall and stuck it to Gin’s forehead.  “Let’s see if your penis man disguise still works.”

“I’m really just a huge penis, then?”

“Yep.”  Katsura smiled.  “It’s awful.  You should find a mirror or something.”

“No wonder Kagura treated me like that.”

“Leader is Leader.  She does what she wants.”  Zura offered.  “You should go to them.  They’ve missed you terribly.  Everyone has.” His voice wavered slightly.  “You mean a lot to so many people, Gintoki.  Never forget that.”

Gin finally stood up, zipping his pants closed and adjusting his kimono so it looked a little less like he’d been getting busy in an alleyway.  It was bad enough he was making the kids walk around with a giant penis, he didn’t need them knowing the disgusting thing was having sex.  “Hey, Zura?  One more kiss?”

“You’re a dick.”  Zura was carding his long hair back into place.

Gin grabbed him by the hip.  “Then close your eyes and make a memory, eh?”  He wouldn’t, not if Zura didn’t want to, but after a hesitant second Zura closed his eye and tipped up his head.  Despite everything, Gin felt his mouth go a little dry.  Romantic wasn’t his thing, but for Zura…  he dipped his head down and awkwardly pressed his lips to the other man’s.  Not rough like earlier, none of the frenzied passion, just affection.  Zura whimpered softly, leaning into him.  His hands left Zura’s hips and raised to cup his face.  Zura’s arms wrapped around his shoulders.  They’d just finished having sex, but Gin felt his heart churn in a different way, that confusing, lost way he’d always felt back in the day.  It wasn’t so bad after all.  Their lips parted.

“Gintoki…” Zura sighed, long and shaky.  “Thank you.”  he finally said again.

“Stop thanking me.  It’s not something I’m doing because I owe you.”  Zura had his back turned again, and he looked like he was on the verge of tears again.  “Hey, Zura,” Gin said lightly.  “If your Gin is still in this world and I find him, I’ll kick his ass for breaking your heart.  Send him back to you to patch him up.  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Zura turned back, a sad smile on his lips.  “Yeah, I’d like that.”  Gin hesitated.  “Go.  You have things you need to do, Gintoki.  I’ll be on standby if you need me.”  he paused.  “I’m no general.  I have no troops, no honor or bushido.  But for all I’ve lost, I missed being your Zura most.”  The smile on his lips was heavenly.

Gin gritted his teeth.  “I’ll be seeing you then, Zura.”  He realized as he was saying it that it probably wasn’t true, but Zura didn’t call him out on it.  He wouldn’t.  With one last look, Gin ran down the alleyway.  There were still things he needed to do.

—

A lot went through Gin’s head when he met himself, broken and covered in strange runes.  But even as he learned about the dark secrets of this ruined world, he couldn’t help himself.  “You broke Zura’s heart.”  he said accusingly.  “I said I’d bring him back to you.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re used to lying to Zura.” the other Gin said.

Gin felt the anger in his throat.  “What were you thinking?  You know how he is.  Why would you-”

“Why would you?”  the other Gin countered.  “I can smell him on you.  You used him too, didn’t you?  You’re leaving him.  You’re no different than me.”

Gin snarled.  “Tell me he was convenient.  Go ahead, tell me he was available.  You wanted one last hurrah before you lost control of your dick.  Tell me he didn’t mean anything.  I’ll kill you again, you ugly bastard.”

The other Gin sighed.  “What do you think?  Why did we ever go to Zura?  Because he was Zura, and we were Gin-san, and there was something there we couldn’t ignore.  He wasn’t a convenience.  I don’t know what he was, any more than you do.”  He coughed up more blood.  “He’ll be okay.  He’s strong.”

Gin wavered.  “He wasn’t supposed to be strong.  We were supposed to be there to support him.”  He had a thousand things to say, about Zura and whether or not he’d be okay in this dead world, but the other Gin’s words had struck him, and he felt filthy.  He’d used Zura again.

The other Gin smiled weakly.  “You’re about to break his heart again.  Go on, hero, save the day.”

Gin swore and ran off to the roof.  His cowardice followed him.

—

The world was normal again, like nothing had ever happened.  The Yorozuya was doing well, and things were going perfectly.

“Hey, Zura.”

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura.”

“Yeah, I know.”  Gin smiled.  He’s missed the retort.  “Listen, if you want to get with the ramen shop girl, I’ll do anything in my power to help.”

Zura blushed fiercely.  “Don’t be obscene, Gintoki!  I’ve told you, it’s not about her, it’s about the soba!”

“Yeah, yeah.  Sure.”  Gin chuckled.  “But listen, you’re selling yourself short.  You’ve got a lot to offer.  Stop worrying about whether or not you’re good enough.”

“You’re disgusting.  Don’t talk to me.”  Zura huffed, pulling his straw hat down to cover the blush.

Gin watched him for a second.  “Hey, Zura?”

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura.”

“Sure, sure.”  Gin laughed again.  “Before that, can we talk?”

“I told you not to talk to me.”  Zura huffed.

“Not about that.  About the old days.”

Zura glanced at him.  “How unusual for you, Gintoki.  Did something happen?”

“No, nothing like that.  It’s just, there’s some things that I think should have been addressed a long time ago.”

Zura pulled back.  “What happened, Gintoki?  This isn’t like you.”

“Yeah, I know.  Gin-san’s trying something different.  The kids will be staying at Shinpachi’s house for the night, you can come over any time.  A few drinks, a little chat.  Nothing’s changing, I promise.”

For a second, Gin swore the blush was back.  Zura averted his eyes.  “You know I don’t drink.”

“Yeah, I know.  I’ll do the drinking.  You just be there.”  Not too much drinking, whatever happened, he wanted to be present for it.  He had to be.

Zura stared at him, judging his actions.  Finally he spoke again.  “Tonight, then, Gintoki.  I’ll be there.”

“Good man, Zura.”

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura.”

#gintama #ginzura #sakata gintoki #katsura kotarou

[pathfinderofandromeda]

how do you feel about some jerin first date shenanigans??❤️

i'm not gonna lie, i completely lost control of this, but i hope you love it anyways.

there's a lot going on, and it's not necessarily shenanigans, but they do go on a date.

as per usual, the characters have done what they want and i am simply the messenger!

please consider checking out my multi-chap Jerin fic on AO3 if you'd like! username: skyllianspectre <3

(brief trigger warning for canon-typical angst)

It was a cold morning in November when Erin’s phone rang.

The softer tone was something she had set for Jamie’s number, and hearing it this early made her anxiety spike just a little.

She usually called at night.

Had she been having those dreams again?

“Jamie?” Erin asked warily as she picked up the phone, setting aside the book she’d been reading. “Are you okay?”

On the other end of the line, Jamie’s heart dropped a little when she realized what Erin was thinking.

She’d definitely called her in volatile states before, when the nightmares had gotten too real.

Sometimes she’d have to hear Erin’s voice to calm down, no matter how many times she tried to convince her brain that she knew she was okay.

Luckily, this wasn’t that.

“Yeah! Yeah.” Jamie quickly responded, hoping she could allay Erin’s fears. “I’m okay. Promise. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

Erin let out a breath and took a second to listen to Jamie’s voice, relaxing when she found it steady. “I’m glad. I just...worry.”

“I know.” Jamie answered gently. “I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay.” 

“Are you busy tonight?”

Erin’s shyness crept up on her immediately and her mind blanked.

“What?”

“We should go out. Like a date.” Jamie replied. “I pick you up…take you somewhere nice…”

Erin blushed.

Their relationship was still so new to her, and they’d sparingly seen each other since the hotel.

They were always in groups when they had, and the thought of them being together again, just them, made her a little nervous.

“You don’t have to do all that…” She began. “You could just come over...and we could stay in…” The offer was barely out of her mouth before she realized what it sounded like and tried to backtrack. “...Or something.”

Shit. 

She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been thinking about the way Jamie had kissed her in that hotel room, but that wasn’t what she meant to imply and she didn’t want to make her uncomfortable and -

There was a brief moment of silence between them, then a huff of amusement from Jamie, and Erin could practically feel the other girl’s smirk growing through the phone. 

“Shouldn’t I take a girl to dinner first?”

She was clearly joking, but Erin was embarrassed anyways, glad that Jamie wasn't able to see her fluster.

Instead, she had broken into laughter, the first time Erin had really heard it in the aftermath.

It was contagious and warm, and before she died down, Erin tried her best to commit the sound to memory.

“Seriously though, Erin. I want to.” Jamie spoke again, assuring her. “You’re my girlfriend.”

Oh.

In theory, she knew that was true, but hearing it was…something else.

“I’m your girlfriend?” Erin echoed back, not even realizing she was saying it aloud, and God did Jamie adore her.

“I mean...I hope so. It’s kinda what I was going for.”

Erin smiled to herself, then couldn’t stop smiling at all.

  “I’d really like that…” She nearly whispered. “A date. With you.”

Jamie’s heart fluttered undeniably in her chest. “Six then?” 

Erin, surprising herself, barely hesitated. “I’ll see you then.”

---

When Erin stepped outside of her apartment complex and found Jamie, she couldn’t help but bury her face in her neck.

Every time she saw her was a resounding reminder that they were both alive, and tonight, the near consistent haunt behind Jamie’s eyes seemed a bit further away.

“Hey.” She breathed, wrapping her arms around Erin tightly, and a long minute passed before she let go. “You wanna hop in?”

Erin nodded and shortly, they were on the road.

Jamie didn’t say where they were going, but frankly Erin didn’t care.

She just liked to look at her, liked to know she was there, and maybe, just a little selfishly now, liked to know she was hers, even if she couldn’t quite wrap her head around it.

---

The restaurant Jamie brought her to had a little bit of everything.

It wasn’t overly fancy, nor was it too crowded.

It was small, homey, and it felt like them, and maybe that’s what Erin loved about it.

The hostess was kind and seated them quickly, and while small talk proved difficult thanks to the Du'Met-sized elephant in the room, it felt safe.

“I’ve been wanting to take you here since we got back from Topeka...Which is basically like...forever.” Jamie eventually said casually, and if Erin didn’t already know she was in love with her, she’d probably start right now.

With any other person, she'd care what other people thought if they saw them, care what they may perceive her to be, but after what they’d been through, it felt foolish not to follow the impulse.

She grabbed Jamie's hand across the table, intertwining their fingers, and even though she didn’t know what to say, it didn't matter.

She was comfortable with her, and if that meant figuring everything else out later, she was okay with that.

“I’m just happy to be with you. Wherever that is."

In response, Jamie rubbed her thumb across Erin's palm affectionately, and when their waiter returned with the food they fell into something comfortable, enjoying each others' presence.

Erin occasionally stole from Jamie's plate, delighted by the reaction it elicited, and Jaime would pretend to be annoyed.

They'd joke playfully about anything and everything, and the time passed nearly effortlessly.

When they finally returned to the parking lot, Erin couldn’t help but notice that the world felt lighter.

They walked back toward Jamie’s truck holding hands, and when they were close enough to be shrouded by the surrounding vehicles, Jamie pulled her in, kissing her soft and slow.

The warmth between them was profound in itself, but when they separated, looking each other in the eyes, something clicked.

“I haven’t felt like this before.” Jamie whispered, almost like it was a secret, and it took Erin’s breath away.

They were going to be okay.

#jerin #jamie tiergan #erin keenan #jamie x erin #erin x jamie #the devil in me #tdim #the dark pictures #the dark pictures anthology #tdpa #otp: i think i love you… #fics of andromeda #radio request

[thedawningofthehour]

Ok, I just found out that the supreme court of the OH SO FUCKING GREAT united states just ruled that it is not ok for institutions to take action to level the educational playing field for POC, but that it is ok to discriminate against LGBT+ people right on the last day of Pride month.

I don't live in the states, PERO ESTOY TAN JODIDAMENTE FURIOSA

Mientras tanto voy a soltar una pintoresca linea de insultos con la que espero que se ahogen

MALPARIDOS HIJOS DE REPUTISIMA MADRE ESPERO QUE LOS APALEEN EN LAS CALLES. MALANDROS MAMAGUEVOS CARACULOS.

Also the French are burning down half of France because of a cop killing a 17 year old.

Seriously, if it wasn't for the whole 'let's commit genocide' thing I'd be 1000% on Draxum's side.

If Draxum had omitted that issue and focused on the 'let's end capitalism' issue I'm sure the turtles would have at least considered joining him.

Literally everything in the world is going to hell and I have zero hope that it'll ever get better. Like, my mom's over here talking about how I really should start a retirement fund and most predictions have society collapsing completely before then. I will consider it a win if I'm still alive, honestly.

And it's impossible to get away from. My mother watches the news fucking constantly. She's better than she used to be, but her 'used to be' was 18-20 hours a day of straight news cycle so I can't really sing her praises. All day, she sits and watches the news and scrolls through political twitter on her phone. That's what she does. And then she rags on me for 'not keeping up with the news.' I KEEP UP WITH IT I JUST DO OTHER STUFF BESIDES THAT.

And she doesn't get how it's depressing. She thinks of it like a soap opera. Yes, she logically knows that me and my sister are going to have to live with this hell and says she's upset about that, but I don't think she actually believes it. It's like it isn't real to her.

You know, I dunk on the French language here, but nothing but respect for the French themselves. They're out there absolutely owning everyone else and showing us how a real protest is done. They don't take shit.

I live in Minneapolis. My sister actually lived just a few blocks from where George Floyd was killed at the time, and she shopped at that one Target that got looted. At the time I was working at a family-owned restaurant, and the owner and all her kids were hardcore alt-righters. Only one of them was a conspiracy theorist, (I think the others were literally too dumb to wrap their brains around conspiracy theories-I had to tell one, a woman in her fifties, what temperature to bake a cake at, for example) and when this was all going down he was going on nightly tirades about how the entire city was burning, already burnt to the ground.

And again. We're in Minneapolis. Not the city proper, but if you went outside you could see the city skyline. Very much not on fire.

I'm sure there's French people doing the same song and dance downplaying Merzouk's death and demonizing the protestors-including Macron, which makes me wonder if he's forgotten some key history-but honestly it seems like most people are rightfully enraged. Good for them. The French are being metal af right now and I am here for it. I don't like civil unrest, but I like teenagers getting killed even less.

This ended up just being a ramble about the general state of the world than anything about the fic, sorry. I've been kind of shit mentally the past few days and I think I needed to let some stuff out.

#the one thing i don't approve of with the french protests #they're targeting libraries #like bro #i know they're government buildings but they're the good kind #but seriously i remember getting out of the bank a few years ago to find cops in the parking lot #in the middle of 'investigating' a couple brown kids #you know what my first thought was? #it wasn't “oh geeze what they do” #it wasn't “i hope nothing really bad happened” #it was “oh god i don't want to watch someone die today” #that was my first reaction upon seeing the police #that is the state of things right now

[kimkhimhant]

Genuine question: is twitter (/discord/other fandom circles I don't know about) worse for the "no switching allowed" thing and getting into fights about it than Tumblr? Like how are you running into so many people being awful to you over like a pretty reasonable/tame interpretation of canon/non-existent ship dynamics?? Not meaning to deny your experiences but I personally I haven't seen a huge amount of that on Tumblr or had any real pushback on my own sub/bottom leaning kim fic - I feel a little bit like I've either accidentally been super picky about following chill people and effortlessly dodged all the fandom bullets or you're hanging out with fandom circles that just kinda suck. Sorry the fandom isn't being kind to you of late. I like your stuff and I hope you know you have people in your corner that are excited for whatever you put out there ❤️

hi! so honestly the issue is really just a few people in the fandom – ~3 who have been the most vocal, 2 of them who have had personal issues with me and my characterization & meta posts, and 1 of those 2 who has legitimately bullied me over it, and they've all been people who were active here on tumblr as well as twitter and discord servers, but most of my personal negative experience with that 1 person happened on twitter and discord. and also yeah, in general, twitter is a more hostile environment lol, and people on twitter tend to be loud and proud of everything they hate or disagree with.

it's not so much comments on my fics or whatever, and moreso things that happened in discord discussions or in very targeted posts on twitter and tumblr talking shit about certain portrayals of kim. (including some particularly targeted hate tweets made on days i posted fics, references specific aspects of those fics and talking shit about them lol).

while it may be a pretty small group of people who have been awful, they've been really loud about it and have taken on a superiority complex about their characterization and putting down people who disagree with them, treating them like they're stupid or like they're committing a moral wrong for the way they write kimchay. I have a few friends who have dealt with this and who are seriously considering leaving the fandom entirely because of it.

I haven't publicly talked about the specifics of what happened or with who because i don't think callout culture helps fandom in any way, and also mostly because i'm legitimately scared of what they might do in response. I've had enough of feeling belittled and bullied by them and i don't want to instigate more. (we were originally friends and in small discord servers together, so we interacted a lot, but i do have them blocked here and on twitter now)

I'm really glad that you haven't seen much hostility and that the fandom spaces you occupy have been safe, and i appreciate your support.

i'm sorry i've spent so much time talking about this lately. I was really hurt and seeing other people also hurt over this, and i had been holding these feelings in for months until a recent event made me snap.

anyway, thank you again for your concern and support <3

#benji talks #asks

[whatstheoccasion]

... hi there, everyone.

tw depression, family issues.

hi guys🥲 (gn), i... had a rough couple of months in which i had no time for the blog, or writing in general. i felt so bad for the amazing requests i got because i opened the ask box to gain some inspiration, but i could not. for the life of me. find it, and they were all amazing and that's the worst part: they were situations i was comfortable and under normal circumstances would enjoy writing, but i didn’t... get... anything from them, which was 100% my fault, and with time and place being scarce to write, i finally decided to give up on them.

it's KILLING ME, i'm so sorry but i just can't do it and i didn't want to keep you waiting any longer, i really wanted to come back with them written and done, but only at like, at the beginning of this year, i got a little spare time and i hopped on here and liked a few things and looked the requests once again... and then left again. jesus what i'm tryna say is i'm honestly sorry. ALSO, to the friends i made here: (if you're reading this i'm sorry i like you a lot and i'm sorry i wasn't able to answer you), if you really want to know, i dropped out of my 3rd year in law school.

i'm now trying a new career and balancing work on top of it bc my parents got tired of me changing majors (the FOURTH time i change since 2018 guys TT), i hid it from them for months because i was so ashamed, which only made it worse, so once they found out they kicked me out (they're so valid btw), but then my depression got worse until i found a job and tried to pull my life together. THAT'S A VERY SHORT!! WAY TO PHRASE MY ENTIRE YEAR UNTIL NOW, i refuse to trigger anyone with darker thoughts so yeah, that's the gist of it.

i'm better now though, found a new psychiatrist, i'm getting my drivers license, fixing things with my family, and i'm ready to give this blog another chance.

i hope you can understand, i'm so sorry but also so grateful to you guys, for all this love for my writing, the moments i got on here and read the rbs and comments and they were so good to me it made my day better, seriously. thank you so much.

now i am going to try and take things slow, but i'm also excited... so yyeah, not to sound like one of those ao3 authors that comeback once a year because their house set on fire and they commited arson and are now writing from prison, but yeah (they're also so valid btw).

anyways, thank you for reading up 'till here if you did, i hope you're having a great night and start of the week! i'm now writing some full blown fics and a few drabbles, all for one piece except for one tokyorev fic, but they're nowhere near done– it will take some time, but i hope you can enjoy it once they're out (one of them is my baby btw), and i also just miss reading fics, so i'll be rb fics a lot more now, don't be surprised if you see me on the tl these days.

anyways! bye, and i'm sorry, and thank you so much again, 💗

#tw: depressive thoughts #tw depression #cw depression #anyways dont get scared! #was gonna do a tag rant but they only allow 30 tags and i had a whole ass essay #thank u if u read but if youre not bothered: basically im sorry that i cant write any requests (even if its been almost a year -10 months!) #since i opened them #but i do not want to keep anyone waiting anymore #also im starting to write again but its very slow #but i will be on this blog commenting and rbling #so yeah. also thank you so much for your support #likes and reblogs and comments i love and appreciate them aml #all #thank you #and see you around :-)

[boxwinebaddie]

i feel like you should know that your fanfics have single-handedly kept me interested in south park for so longhhsjsjs. i get that ao3 email saying u updated and its like christmas morning its insane. anywyas I LOVE UR FICS <<3333

hi my friend :) thank you for this qtpie ask message ily <3

( sorry this is a long message it's mostly just me figuring stuff out in my brain, my journey writing sp fic, etc. which is very therapeutic. )

i promise i have not been ignoring you, i have just been waiting for a really bummer day to respond to all my really cute and kind anons and unfortunately, today is that day, but lucky for me, i have your warm and effervescent energy to help defrost me <333

that really means a lot to me! and especially because...okay...small confession time. i realize this is kind of phony baloney of me, but i am not as deeply immersed in south park knowledge as most people.

booooo!!! tomato, tomato! throw her in the stoackades! >:o

i watched the show growing up, gleaned episodes here and there, but i got interested in sp ( boo, ik, ik! ) through tiktok and specifically fell in love with the base concepts for stan/kyle with very little knowledge of canon and the side characters. ( i just don't really like interacting in fandoms...drama and stuff like that gives me The Ick. )

and when i made pep!stan and kyle i went...almost completely off vibes and characterizations i thought would fit, flying by the seat of my pants, completely blind...so the fact that so many people thought they were accurate was...very special to me considering i really came in knowing jackshit nothing about sp.

( girl boss moment? )

i still kinda know jackshit abt sp...im sorry guys...

im going rogue skdjlaksjdlksajd

now, obviously, presently, i am doing a lot more research bc i'm worried they're becoming too off base, atm i'm working on deep diving jimmy, and i am still kinda curious about craig and tweek because my portrayal of them in RM is purely almost comic effect and kind of...flat. but they seem like cool character concepts.

uncle nina confession 2 is im scared of creek and writing creek rip…it’s my largest insecurity as a sp fanfic writer

if u can even call me that as mysterion imposter nina!!!

for characters like bebe and kenny tho idk if they’re just in my wheel house as far as side characters go ( i am the chaotic y2k princess party girl friend ) but i also feel strong abt them…kennys background in canon is still complicated AF to me tho…im detangling that web

my point is that i guess i am seriously humbled and honored that my sp fics have kept your interested in sp for so long considering i feel like such a south park imposter! a fake! fraud if you will!

( also, could you guys tell, be honest sklakhd )

but i'm glad that they still feel tied to the show you know and love <3 even if they arent totally accurate to the sp canon, i feel committed to telling you guys a story with good characters and strong plot, so im glad that you are attached to my portrayals of stan and kyle and the world i loosely adapted from the show in both fics. <3

one last secret is my sp hyperfixation really wanes in and out ( i think its due a lot in part to the stress peppermint caused me ) and on bad days i want to quit cold turkey because of the dead tag/how long itll take me to get my fics where i want them to be, but seeing messages like this in my box ( the same way you might feel when i update ) really, really inspire me to come back and keep writing. <3333

so i just want you to know that today's bummer day, you make me want to write and i hope to get you that email update soon my friend.

I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU!!! TYSM FOR READING, PETAL!

-uncle nina, whose heart is so full

p.s. im also glad that u like them enough to be willing to wait for them and still get excited for them, that makes me soooo eeee <333

#im sorry if i sound depressed in this #i am unfortunately #but no literally im a style girlie but not really a sp girlie which is my biggest cringe #but also feels like my biggest virture that that did not stop my fics from resonating with you all #you guys pull me out of the slump everytime #ur positivity ur light its really really validating #thank you for reading you keep me writing #i try to keep it interesting over here haha #i care a lot about writing good stories that are happy and sad and action packed and real and lovely and detailed #the fact that my updates make u feel that happy...seriously rn my computer is open for u rn #also not to be like that but also for having almost no sp knowledge...y my intuition kinda go crazy #we stan neurosis galaxy creative writing brain uncle nina

[stopisa]

worse before it gets better ch.1

[ ushijima wakatoshi x reader ]

summary - everything was going great but all it takes is one day to ruin it all. trust lost in love struggles to heal.

• cw: suggestive and foul language, cheating

• a/n: finally uploading this baddie! this is my first multi-chapter fic so ofc it had to be my main boy ushi. this is a slow burn fic so give the romance and smut time, it will come! also, a big shoutout to @kazuha-fuck-me-please for beta reading, thank you!

• pls give this love on ao3

• chapter 2

“Pieces of shit,” you mumble to yourself as your eyes skim over the email for what may be the 10th time. The library job you had on campus let you go due to making room in the budget for renovations but the email made it out to be way worse. Claiming that, “we are too overstaffed” and that you showed “more interest in other obligations besides the betterment of the library”. Yeah no shit, you had a scholarship to maintain and a relationship you’d really like to keep. Who knew a campus job would expect that level of commitment? 

Sure there were days where you had to cancel shifts when the workload from your courses would get to be too much, but at the very least you’d let your boss know no less than 24 hours in advance if you couldn’t work. 

There goes the extra money you so desperately relied on for off-campus food, savings, and textbooks. School isn’t cheap, and your worst fear besides failing is having financial insecurity after graduating.  

The feeling was finally settling in that you’d need to look for another job to help cover the costs that you told your parent(s) you could handle, establishing some kind of financial independence. 

On top of that, one of your courses was absolutely kicking your ass, especially after scoring a 71 on your first paper of the semester. With all of these emotions piling up, your mind is so overwhelmed that it felt like it could burst any minute. A strong gust of wind pulls away the tears that were forming at the corners of your eyes.

So much for having a good Friday. 

Burying your face into your scarf, you pick up your pace, quickly walking towards your boyfriend’s dorm. 

Upon arriving at his door with a tag that reads “Eita”, you softly knock and step back, waiting for him to answer. There are two muffled voices, you can hear his voice get louder as he approaches the door. Opening it, he greets you with a soft smile, “Hey pretty girl,” noticing your red, puffy eyes, he steps aside for you to walk in. “What’s wrong?” Silently walking past him, removing your shoes, coat, scarf, and bag before throwing yourself onto his bed. 

“Shitty day?”  chimes in Tendou, slouching in the beanbag by Semi’s desk. 

“How could you tell?” you mumble sarcastically as you keep your face buried in the pillow.

Semi hums as he closes the door behind him, walking to join you on the bed. Sitting on the edge by your feet, he rests a hand on your leg. 

“Talk to me.” He says with a voice smooth like honey.

You shift your body to face him, “Stupid fucking philosophy professor gave me a 71, claiming that I was “too brief” on my analysis of Nihilism and I also have no job now.”

Semi’s eyebrows raise, “Geez, I’m sorry, babe,” He shifts his eyes to Tendou before shifting them back to you, “Anyway I can help?”

Now in a sitting position, you pull your legs to your chest and let out a deep sigh, “No no, it’s fine. I’ll just have to look for another job but, at this point in the semester, I'm sure all the work study jobs are taken.”

Taking a hit from his dab pen, Tendou slowly blows the smoke before clearing his throat to speak, “I would offer for you to come work at the bakery down the road with me but they’re only looking for full-time people.”

“Thanks, but my schedule definitely wouldn’t work with that,” you reply.

Semi rubs his chin and proceeds to think out loud,  “Yeah and the bar that I play at won’t hire anyone under 21. So that’s not an option.” 

“Guys, seriously - yeah the situation sucks, but I’m sure I’ll get over it. In college, there’s always a way to make money.”

“Drugs?!” 

“OnlyFans?!” 

They yell in unison. Their answers make you giggle, making you feel just a little less shitty than before you entered the room.

“I’m not completely opposed to either of those ideas,” you play along.

“Ahhhh, y/n, c’mon, you wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” “ whines Semi.

“I’m joking, I won’t. After all, I have a reputation to maintain.”

Sighing in relief, Semi scoots back, resting his body against the wall. Tilting his head up, his mind starts to wander while you and Tendou continue the conversation. He will admit that starting an OnlyFans and seeing you in the most intimate way on camera does sound kinda hot. But that won’t be happening anytime soon considering you two haven’t even gone as far as making out and dry humping. It was getting a bit old at this point.

“Hey Semi-Sem,” Tendou interrupts his roommate’s little fantasy; Semi really hopes the blue LED lights in their room don’t reveal the growing redness in his face.

“I’m gonna go meet up with some other friends in the dining hall, I’ll see you later tonight.” He gets up, walking over to the bed to give you a light fist bump, “Let me know if you’re still down to start your own little narcotics business.” He winks before walking out the door.

Semi shifts to lie next to you, wiggling until his head is in your lap. “You’re not serious about the drugs or OnlyFans, right?” he mumbles.

You snort, “God no, Ei. I told you how I was raised. Curfew was always 8 pm, parent(s) always had to know everything about my friends if I ever wanted to hang out with them. Hell, I didn’t even have my first kiss until my freshman year of college. What makes you think I would actually do either of those?”

“‘Dunno. You already know how normalized that shit is.” He closes his eyes while you run your fingers through his hair. 

“Just because it’s normalized doesn’t mean I’ll do it.”

“We’ve been dating for 5 months and haven’t even had sex yet.”

“I know, I know…Just don’t pressure me into it yet. I’ll come around eventually.”

“I won’t. Just putting it out there,” he replies.

He was right. Anytime you two would get into deep make-out sessions, he’d always try to further things with you, but every time you would back out. It’s not that you weren’t comfortable with him, you just weren’t confident in your abilities overall. You know Semi has had his fair share of girlfriends, him being a part-time musician and all. You totally understand why. Who wouldn’t throw themselves at a hot guy with a septum piercing that plays guitar?

“Well, I have a big assignment to finish for my music tech class. You’re welcome to stay here and take all the time you need.” Semi says as he removes his head from your lap and hops off the bed. 

Surprised by the change in subject, your eyes shift down to your lap, “Thank you, but it’s the weekend, I thought we could go out tonight and maybe see a movie. Could you do it tomorrow?” you hesitantly ask in hopes he would make just a little bit of time for you.

“Sorry, babe. It’s due at 11:59pm, plus you know I like to have Saturdays free for rehearsing. Raincheck for next week?”

You sigh in defeat, the outing with him would’ve really helped get your mind off the stress eating away at your brain. Settling on closing your eyes for a couple of minutes, you lie down on your side, facing the wall, and let the soft clicks of the keyboard fade away.

A few minutes turned into 2 hours of napping. You wake up to Semi still typing away. Picking up your phone, you check the time only to see it’s almost 9pm. Deciding on heading back to your dorm, you sit up and slide off the bed, making your way over to Semi. 

Draping your arms over his shoulders, you lean down to peck his cheek. 

“I think I’m gonna head out. Let me know if your schedule ever frees up.” Allowing the tiniest bit of bitterness to slip into your tone. 

“Alright babe, sounds good,” he replies, not even looking up from his computer.

You quickly lay a peck on his head before removing yourself, getting your stuff, and leaving.

Leaving Semi’s dorm building you’re hit with a cold gust of wind, you pull your jacket closer to your body and quicken your pace as you trek across campus towards your dorm building. From the corner of your eye, you see a tall figure jogging. As they pass, you recognize it’s Tendou’s good friend Ushijiko? Ushijimu? Ushijima? Yeah, that sounds about right. You’ve seen him a handful of times by Tendou’s side, only exchanging a “Hello” or an “I’m Fine” when you’ve greeted him, a man of very few words you suppose. Tendou has also mentioned that the individual is always occupied with volleyball practice and conditioning which also explains why you don’t see him a lot. Jogging past you, you can’t help but have your gaze linger for a bit too long admiring his physique despite the loose tracksuit he sports. 

You attempt to shake the thought from your head, reminding yourself of the happy relationship your in. Mostly happy. Kinda happy. 

After 15 minutes of walking, you arrive at your dorm building, warmth embracing you as soon as your body gets under the mountain of blankets on your bed. You pull out your phone, checking for any notifications. Nothing. You hesitate as to whether or not you send Semi a goodnight message. Deciding not to bother him, you set your phone on the nightstand, turning over onto your side and allowing the warm yellow glow of the fairy lights on the walls to lull you to sleep, putting the frustration of the day behind you. 

Zzzt. Zzzt. Zzzt. The buzzing of your phone wakes you up, seeing the name “Tendou” on the screen you swipe to pick up.

“Hello?” you say with sleep in your voice.

An energetic tone on the other end replies, “Hey! Mornin’ sleepy head, wanna grab some breakfast?”

The digital clock on your desk reads “9:12 am”, damn, almost slept 12 hours. 

“Yeah, sure, gimme like 20 minutes?”

“Of course! I’ll meet you downstairs in front of your building.”

Walking outside, the sun meets your eyes like a blinding light, but the mix with the cool air makes it pleasant. 

“You ready?” Tendou says getting up from the bench next to the entrance.

You nod and proceed to walk with him a few blocks to the bakery cafe he works at.

The smell of warm, fresh croissants and ground coffee hit your nose and it leaves you in a trance. Putting your orders in at the register, Tendou quickly pulls out his wallet to pay, insisting it’s “on him”. Not complaining about free off-campus food, you allow him to.

“Um, thank you. I really appreciate it but what’s the occasion?” you question.

“Let’s just enjoy our breakfast.” he replies with upturned eyebrows, a tinge of worry in his eyes.

Finishing your delicious meal, you clear your throat to get Tendou’s attention as he licks the residue from the chocolate croissant off his fingers. 

“So, it seems like you wanted to talk about something,”

He perks up and shifts in his seat, looking down at the table, fingers fidgeting. “There was another girl in our room last night. I recognized her from Semi’s music tech class,”

A chill goes down your spine and your eyes go wide. But trying to remain positive you refrain from thinking the worst.

He glances at your face and purses his lips, taking a moment before speaking again.

“He said that he invited her over to work on the assignment that was due last night cause she needed help. Didn’t think much of it ‘til I went to go throw something away and saw a used condom in the trash. I called bullshit immediately.” 

It was worse than you thought. You begin to feel tears prick at your eyes. Throat goes dry and lips quiver, you can’t help but let a few tears run down your face.

“Fuck..ah, I’m sorry, look you had the right to know, that shit isn’t cool. I didn’t wanna start anything at that moment but I’ll make sure that fucker knows what he did, I swear𑁋”

“It’s okay, Tendou. Thank you for telling me. It might not seem like it but your honesty is helping more than anything right now.” You respond while wiping some tears with the sleeve of your jacket.

He gives you a soft smile and stands up, offering you his arm, “C’mon, let's get out of here.”

While walking your mind is racing, sure the relationship wasn’t particularly long but it still meant something to you. You just can’t fathom the fact that he didn’t feel the same. How long had it been? Why didn’t he just tell you? From yesterday until now, why had everything just been going downhill? Anger fills you, tuning out Tendou’s one-sided conversation. 

“I need to talk to him,” you say aloud.

Tendou perks up, “Maybe you should wait ‘til you have a clear head. Take some time.”

You look at him with rage in your eyes, “No. Why should I give him any kind of courtesy? He fucked me over. I cared about him, Tendou. Fuck. I actually thought experiencing something new would fucking go well. I wanted it to work. If he wanted to fuck some other bitch he should’ve just said so. God, why am I so fucking stupid?!” 

Tendou opens his mouth to say something but closes it. He places a hand on your shoulder, and leads you into your building, the silence in the elevator felt like sirens. Your shaking hands made it difficult to insert your keycard, missing the reader 3 times. Tendou took the card from your hand and did it for you. 

You walk into the room, eyes on the ground, then lift your head to meet his face,  “Breakfast was great, thank you for being a friend.”

In response, he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back and ruffling your hair. “Anytime, buddy. If you need anything, please feel free to message me whenever. I’m sorry this shit happened to you, I’m gonna try to avoid Semi for the rest of the weekend, probably go hang out in Ushijima’s room.”

Right, you had forgotten for a second that he was best friends with the athlete. You give him a nod, “Have fun with that. I’ll message you when I decide to talk to him.”

“Sounds good. Just remember to be the bigger person, don’t stoop down to his level. I’ll see ya around, okay?” He opens the door to step out. 

“Okay.” You two exchange a fist bump before he walks down the hall.

Closing the door, you take in a deep breath and change out of your clothes, getting comfy with sweatpants and fuzzy socks. You grab your laptop and some snacks, making your way into your bed and setting up for an anime marathon. 

Halfway through your first episode, there’s a knock at your door. Frustrated by the interruption, you slide out of your bed, making your way to the door. You open it to reveal Semi’s face with a lopsided smile. Your stomach drops.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

networks: @enchantedforest-network @bitchcraftinc

#🖋.writing #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #semi eita x reader #except he cheats #ahahahaha #self insert #fanfic #fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 #multi chapter #reader insert

[lamelycool]

Complex Conclusions

Data Soong & Geordi La Forge

Summary: (a fic HEAVILY inspired of the episode Eye of the Beholder) Data contemplates suicide and the reasoning behind it. Geordi does his best to explain.

Tw: talk of suicide and suicidal thoughts

"Geordi, may I ask you a possibly triggering question?"

"Oh um, sure you can Data. What's on your mind?" Geordi glances over his shoulder as he continues to do calibrations.

"Have you ever contemplated suicide? "

Geordi pauses and turns to Data. "Oh, wow okay. One of those heavy talks..." Geordi huffs out a breathy chuckle then continues, "Well um no, I've never... at least not seriously. Life gets hard sometimes. Especially growing up blind. But I have too much to live for. I could never can't even think about it. Why do you ask? Is everything alright?" Geordi asks with concern.

"I am simply trying to understand the subject better. Specifically, why would someone choose to willing terminate their life?"

Geordi pauses and thinks carefully of his to respond. How to explain in a way Data would understand? And how to explain it at all really? Why couldn't Data ask someone like Deanna or Beverly, someone more experienced... Just the duties of a best friend to a curious android though he supposed.

"Well uh Data, I don't really know. I mean there are many reasons someone might choose to. But I suppose it is overall to 'fix' something they believe is wrong or a problem? The best conclusion they see? I- I don't know Data it's complicated..."

"A conclusion? The conclusion being that death is the best solution?" Data tilts his head then nods. "Ah, I believe that I understand. I have been in a similar situation myself."

This grabs Geordi's full attention and he quickly turns to face Data and asks in shock, "Really?"

"Yes. My first months after being activated were a difficult time. And there were many problems that occurred with me becoming more sentient."

"Because of your nural nets forming? " Geordi offers.

"Yes, as I learned and acquired more skills my newly developed nural pathways took over less complex pathways. The process was very dissorienting. "

"I'd bet... "

"And as my systems grew in complexity, it became increasingly difficult to integrate new pathways into my neural net... I came to the conclusion it would be safer and easier to shut myself down and start again. In a way it would've been suicide. "

"Oh Data... What did you decide to do?"

"I decided against doing so and gained a new outlook. I decided to face my problems as challenges to be overcome. Not as 'road blocks' that stop me."

"That's a good way to look at it Data. Was that... was that the only time? The only time you thought of...committing?" Geordi inquiries cautiously.

"I have on three other occasions. That being when I first lost someone to death, when encounterimg a being that altered my thoughts, and during academy."

"Academy? Starfleet Academy? Why?"

"Yes Starfleet Academy. In academy I was learning how to interact with others properly. But my fellow students did not tend to like me because of my android nature. And the few who were kind tended to view me simply as an intricate piece of machinery that they wished to study. Not as a person or friend. It was overall a... confusing and isolating experience. Because while I cannot feel lonely or hurt, it is still not a situation I would wish to be in."

"That's terrible Data I'm sorry. You don't deserve that you are as much a person as anyone else is. Hell you're the kindest person I know!" Geordi exclaims angry that anyone could treat Data so poorly. It always makes him upset when people treat Data like he is not a person, just a computer, like he's less than.

"If I may ask... Did you contemplate then because of any particular event during Academy or? "

"Indeed. I was uncomfortable yes, but not enough to contemplate suicide. I did so after being in a situation which conflicted with my code. I was in a way ordered to do so. In fact it was the event that caused me to be able to choose to disobey. That if following a order is harmful or goes against my moral code I will not follow said order not matter from who. "

"That's terrible! Did you tell someone? Did you report it? How could someone say something so... so... so cruel?! Who said that? Never mind I don't wanna know. I'd have to have a word or two with the jerk...telling my friend to off himself... What a dick. " Gerodi rants angrily trailing off into murmuring.

"It is alright Geordi. And no I did not. I did not wish to risk their career simply because of their views. Aswell as in the end they did teach me a lesson which caused me to develope further. They taught me further free thought, that not all people are kind, and that not all think the same way I do morally."

"Yah... But still no has the right to talk you in such a way okay? You are no less a person than anyone else. Hell, you're one of the best people I know! Kind, loyal, helpful, and hardworking. Not to mention a great friend."

"Thank you Geordi... You are a great friend to me aswell. I'm sorry Geordi, I must pologize. "

"Apologize? What for?"

"I do not believe that I have expressed how grateful I am for you Geordi. You are in a lot of ways my first friend. And you have become more than that. You are very dear to me. My closest friend. My best friend. "

"Data... ", tears begin pool in Geordi's eyes and he out stretches his arms, "come here buddy!"

Data leans forward into Geordi's embrace and they hug tightly. Their hug is as tight as their bond with one another. They are the best of friends, brothers, and much more. Their bond is just too complex to explain with words. So simply they are more.

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[jadedrrose]

Hi Heather<3, how are you doing?

Let me ask you something since you are the only one i dare to ask so.. yess😭

What do you think about minors interacting in these adult things, ik it's bad and not a good thing but yk what i mean right?? However we give the warnings, minors are always there tho. Btw Im 18 since last February. But before that, i knew about these things for a long time and i once read a fic with some major characters and the writing is bad. I thought it's cringe so i stopped reading.That was 2 years ago so since i was 16 tbh. I hate to admit it but I've been reading some adult manwha/manga for like 1 year or else im not sure. I'm definitely not a minor rn but whenever i saw the creator's warning, the "minors do not interact!", i feel like im committing a crime lol. I asked you because i thought everyone has a phase like this or am i the only one?? May be im a criminal lmao.

I'm sorry if my English isn't good enough.

I’m doing good!! Kinda tired today but that’s me always lol

My thing with it is, I can’t really stop anyone from doing anything lol. What I’m more concerned about is kids who are like 11-14 finding it (because I did when I was that age), and it just kinda gives them a very unrealistic idea about these things, can make them more vulnerable to stuff, etc. Like high schoolers do those things irl, and I’m very aware of it due to the fact I’ve not once in my life had a bf and everyone around me was bragging about not being a virgin anymore. So while I’m like, they shouldn’t interact with adult content, it’s also probably very unlikely that they have no idea what it is at that point in their life. Or even more likely they’re the one with irl experience while they’re reading something written by a virgin (me).

And honestly, I’d rather find out someone is reading fake things about their favorite characters instead of having a porn addiction (at any age really, though I would shut it down either way if it was a younger teen.)

Idk, maybe that’s a controversial opinion to have, but it’s the most realistic one I think? Everyone’s gonna do what they wanna do. And I’m not gonna sit here and lie and say I was a perfect little angel and avoided all smut fics until I turned 18 lol. BUT, I never once interacted with anyone, or talked about it with anyone other than my friend (who is a literal day older than me). And I seriously doubt everyone on this app can say that they did avoid it until 18.

Another thing that does bother me though are the minors on tiktok posting about those things. I have 13-16 year old girls arguing in my comment section over who likes Law more, and almost all of their usernames are something like “Law’s slut”, “Law’s mommy/milf wife”. Tbh I might be more concerned about those people than anyone stumbling into fics. Getting into full blown arguments over a fictional character is VERY unhealthy and just looks ridiculous to anyone else.

Anyway… I’m only 19 so even now I sometimes feel like I’m not old enough for it, but really I feel like I’m not old enough for literally anything. And the fact that people who don’t know me irl assume I’m 15 is… making it worse 😭 I think I need an obvious tattoo or something LMAO.

But I’m glad you were comfortable enough to ask me about it! I know sometimes I may scream angrily into the void on here but I do want everyone to feel welcome and have fun on my blog! So thank you <3

#ask things lol