#am i officially an actual writer now??

[yujinslovr]

there wasn't a lot of g!p chaewon works before but now fics have been popping out. i know her dick is big and she knows how to use it!

don’t force yourself to finish kinktober. thank you for writing regardless even if it was stressing you out. you can just continue writing your ideas on your own pace without time constraints

-🐯 (finally signing off properly instead of just talking about girlcock chae)

I AM LITERALLY THE NUMBER 1 BIG DICK CHAE ENTHUSIAST, EXPECT MORE OF IT !!!

also omg i’m actually gna kiss u☹️💕 (BUT BIG SORRY TO EVERYONE WHO WAS ANTICIPATING MY KINKTOBER ILL DO BETTER NEXT YR😞)

AND OMG MY FIRST ANON😨😨😨

[ninashiki]

I RESPECT YOUR TASTE BUT IF I MAY POLITELY ASK WHY KAZUI. hebores me i cannot lie so i want to understand why ur invested in him

No that's totally fair! Putting this under the cut

Honestly it's mainly that he's relatable! I tend to eat up gaynst if done well, and the overall production of how it was done in Cat (and his T2 voice trial, QnA posts) was fun. I also like that the gaynst happening was with an older man but not tied to romance. The overall bait-and-switch of "you thought he was just some random cheater well Guess What he NEVER cheated he only LONGED TO and she fell/killed herself because he was GAY and CAME OUT TO HER." was so fucking funny at the time too. (I can't remember rn if the accident theory was disproven) Cat is also one of my favorite Milgram songs, I had it on repeat for a long time (while I never listened to Half lol). I really hoped the innocent/forgiven verdict would have dialed up the resentful energy in that song (the eating of the dove bit at the end) and made him realize nothing is wrong with him but sigh of course not, it's obvious in the way Yuno is treated that Milgram is written with conservative Japanese sensibilities in mind. I'm not sure what they're going to do with him now, the self-hating energy is frustrating but not surprising. Hoping he doesn't get assigned a ballad. A decent portion of my love of him was also out of spite, since it was incredibly frustrating to see how people talked about him (even in the English fandom). I hope he got to be loved like a cat before he was summoned to Milgram, otherwise #rip. FWIW I would still completely support him if he was straight, then he'd be more of a Sylvain Gautier character lol. It never made sense to me that he was in Milgram (same with Yuno) so it made me feel strongly about him even if he's a flat character overall.

I am aware that could be considered shallow but the premise of Milgram is pretty shallow anyway. There is no way to ethically judge any of the characters without knowing what the final consequences of doing so are, which could be anything as far as we know such as suffering eternally (ex sending them to hell), head exploding (what happens to them in the novelization iirc), or not reincarnating and getting their soul destroyed/sent to the void (plot of the anime Death Parade which I am leaning towards the most as what they'll go for since it's implied everyone is already dead). I mean maybe some people would want that but I don't really think any of the characters deserve those fates since it's absurdly disproportionate... I would elaborate more if it didn't compel me to write thousands of words 😭 my ideal personal outcome was/is everyone getting forgiven

[sublimati0ns]

daily koss #29: if we only have one shot… better make it count, right?

Since I started on the 18th of February, today marks the one month anniversary of me drawing these wretched old men every day!!! I wanted to make something special for it, so I tried my hand at a comic (even though I am NOT good at comics—dear god, paneling is so unintuitive for me that I ended up wrangling this into a webtoon format just to avoid it).

Despite the increasing level of render and polish on my dailies over the past two weeks, this is the first time I’ve really, actually tried to flex my art muscles and apply my braincells to a piece 😂 Here’s to hoping my work paid off! I have now, officially, moved from low-effort shitposts to real-effort seriousposts 😔

(Also, if you’ve never read a webtoon before, hopefully the long-scroll format wasn’t too jarring! >_<)

A meta aspect I love about KOSS is that Transformers is a multi-timeline franchise: Knock Out and Starscream exist across multiple different continuities, sometimes alongside each other, sometimes not. But they only really ‘work’ in TFP, despite them both having other characters as constants (Breakdown, Megatron). If this were any other world, and they were any other versions of themselves, they might not even have been coworkers—just ships passing in the night.

And yet, the perfect storm of random events led to them being in one thing together, with a compelling dynamic at that (even an entire episode that puts it on blast!!!). Sometimes I think about how, according to the TFP artbook, Knock Out was originally conceived as something of a counterpart to Bumblebee—another fast, pretty car, except a villain this time—but the writers ended up fleshing out his relationship with Starscream the most. I wonder what the thought process behind that was—did the devs find their dynamic fun to play with as well?—and whether the two would get more moments together if Prime wasn’t cancelled…

But I digress! The fact I discovered TFP in the first place is the cherry on top of the serendipity-cake; I never imagined I’d ever get into Transformers, but one impulsive ‘hey, what if we watched the new Transformers movie’ from Lacuna at 3AM in the dead of January changed the trajectory of my life.

I’ve always been really bad at committing to projects for over a month at a time—I often find myself burnt out and restless after only a few days, even. So to still have so much drive and inspiration to create fanworks—for KOSS, of course, but an assortment of other pairings and properties too—is such a novel and exciting experience. My tune may change at a moment’s notice (I can be very fickle), but for now I’m eager to keep scribbling on 🥰I already have something planned for the next week of Daily KOSS hehehe~

Anyway, things referenced in the comic!

G1 cartoon s01e13 “Fire in the Sky”

2019 IDW continuity Tread & Circuits issues 2, 3, and 4

Armada episode 48

TFA s02e03 “Mission Accomplished” and s03e13 “Endgame II”

2005 IDW continuity “Choose Me,” Spotlight: Megatron, and Annual 2017 “Chosen One”

And it’s probably obvious from the art, but I love the juxtaposition of Starscream being tortured by god in every other universe while Knock Out is either happily married or doesn’t exist.

[alatabouleau]

See, and this is why, whenever i see a document in old-print-form under the spirk-tag, I can never tell from first glance whether it's an official source or an old fanfiction, because for the most part - there is little difference.

the undiscovered country script (fifth draft)

@firstofficerkittycat

[celtrist]

Next thing you'll say is he doesn't have a tail

ref to this pic

EDIT: Just to keep things clear I didn't really think about bringing it up but not everyone's gonna click to see the first picture and might be confused. Alastor was stated to know only a little bit of broken French, the reasoning due to being from New Orleans. Speaking standard French is very much not a thing in New Orleans, so he would logically only know French-Creole. This is very different from the standard French language and a large misconception that people from New Orleans speak regular French. So yes, he does speak some French, just not as well as people make him nor would it, in theory, be the regular French that everyone makes him speak [but I wouldn't put it past the writers to not do that research but maybe I have too little faith in them]. I'm not from New Orleans, I visited it once so it's not like I'm an expert. But I HAVE looked into it and just bothering with one Google search will tell you it's not common and you'll even have a special term called "Louisiana French" pop up. With that all said, these were statements made on years past streams and could've been changed in the official series. However, as of right now, the official statement is that he speaks only a little broken French that should technically be French-Creole if they're going by and that he's from New Orleans to know that language. And again, I don't have a lot of faith in writers to do the research into it being Louisiana French rather than regular French, but now I'm rambling lol This is just a bit of context for this comic so people who were curious can understand it a bit more. And it's totally possible I got something wrong, so feel free to point it out when I do. I just like to dig into the nooks and crannies of information for things :3 2nd EDIT: Just for any future reblogs, I did get somethings incorrect in the above (not surprising), so here's some of the corrections I got:

@mangotangerine: "A tiny nitpick - it would likely be Louisiana Creole, which is one of the French-based Creole languages (Haitian Creole is prob the most well known as it has about 10-12 million speakers vs Louisiana Creole which has around 10,000 due to multiple factors but especially legislation in early 1920s outlawing it). Louisiana French is an umbrella term for the various French dialects/etc in the region (e.g., the dialect Cajun French)." (We actually had a whole conversation in the comments of this post and highly suggest looking down there in case you're interested in learning more!)

@alyssumflowers: "I am from New Orleans and a little bit of a language nerd. You're confusing some things here. Cajun French is a dialect of French. My great grandmother spoke it fluently, my grandfather in pieces.

Louisiana Creole is another language entirely. The word "creole" means mixed and a creole language is basically a mixture of two or more languages. Sort of, it's a linguistics thing. Anyways. Louisiana Creole has next to no speakers left and I've had a hard time trying to find somewhere or someone to learn it from because I really want to." (Always great to hear from someone who has more insider knowledge on the subject! So I wanted to give this it's share due as well, hope you can fine somewhere to learn it! /ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡ )

Thank you for the comments! My previous statement still stands about Al probably not speaking normal French, but I wanted these corrections still known and pointed out :3

[hitomisuzuya]

SUZU!!! I wanna say that your writing is so NGHH my go-to scaraspice writers 10/10 Can I request balladeer Scara (Like in the official Genshin universe when he's still in the Fatui) breeding us till he's all sweaty and panting? Like they're trying to see if he can actually produce offspring so they just fuck till they find out one day You're amazing, Suzu. Remember to take breaks and care for yourself! Have a great day/night!! <3

fatui!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. breeding kink. degradation. multiple creampie. feral!scaramouche.

fatui scara has that extra mmm😳 everyone, feel free to listen to animal by magnolia park while reading. and thank you🥺 i am actually terrified of you all losing interest 😅

scaramouche is a man hell bent on one mission. and one mission only.

to fuck a baby inside of you.

he never even gave a shred of thought to such a weak, human need. until he met you. now the thought consumed him. breeding a baby inside of you would be the biggest fuck you to his..creator. abandoned at birth for crying, thought to be inadequate.

it would scream: look at what i did! he could kill two birds with one stone. giving his mother the middle finger, all while taking care of you and fucking you so good until you were dumb and drooling, his cum dripping from your cunt.

how that for inadequacy?!

he wasn't sure how many times his cock ribboned cum inside of you. panting and breathless, he would just reposition you and stuff his cock back inside of you.

flipping you over, he pulled your hips up and smacked your ass before bullying his cock back inside of you from behind. "i promise i'll fucking show her," he groaned, bottoming out with a languid stroke that made your finger nails claw into the sheets, "i'll fuck you so full, your pretty cunt won't be able to hold it all."

his cock made unholy noises squelching in and out of you. you buried your face in the pillows, pushing back against his cock as drool soaked onto the pillow. you'd been stuck in the same blissful cycle for what felt like hours.

your cervix was bound to be bruised, he is fucking you that keep. but you didn't care. the feeling of him devouring you felt too good. he more than made sure you were cumming hard on his cock before filling you. rinse and repeat.

"my lord, please! fuck me harder!" you cried out, breathless from your next orgasm already knotting intensely inside of you. "i can barely breathe!" you managed behind your moans. your overstimulated walls clutched like a glove around his cock.

scaramouche laughed drunkenly hearing you cry out his rightful title as lord. it made his cock pulse harder between your gummy walls. "shh, it's okay, kitten," he purred, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your head up.

outside his tent, he was pretty sure his subordinates could hear how good he was fucking you.

you mewled as your walls squeezed tighter on his cock from the rough treatment. his tongue flicked out along the shell of your ear. "you just keep crying for me like a whore while i fuck you fuller," his hips snapped into yours with a vigor that wasn't going to fade.

his body shuddered in pleasure, wishing he could reach down and caress your stomach, feeling the deep buldge of his cock. he has to be thorough so your belly will swell with child.

he drooled at the thought, smacking his hand across your hair. his bangs clung sweaty to his forehead as he pumped his cock inside of you. his body was burning with the ache to cum inside of you more. "i'll fucking knock you up like i promised. make you my wife. how does that sound, slut?" he moaned, pinching and playing with one of your nipples.

he couldn't believe you and your pretty pussy were tempting him to something as human as marriage. but he never felt so sure of something in his life. he is so fucking in love in hurt. it was almost disgusting to him.

you only moaned louder. "please! please, that's what i want. so so much..." you babbled, reaching down to rub your clit to show how badly you want those things. how badly you want him.

your fierce declaration made his cock spurt cum inside of you, a satisfied groan sounding from him as he curved your back down. he groped around on your stomach, pushing on the buldge.

your orgasm jolted through you, tearing a near scream of pleasure from your throat. your body felt limp, your walls fluttering around his cock as he fucked his cum relentlessly up inside of you. he batted your hand away from your clit.

he delivered a soothing pinch before circling his thumb around the swollen bud. pulling out half way, your toes curled as he slowly pushed himself back in. "another. it isn't enough," he hissed, hastily pulling out and rolling you over onto your back.

you were trembling, and exhausted. lost in a haze of fucked out bliss. you nodded, barely able to sit up and place a few, submissive licks on his mouth. an action that made his cock harder.

you dedicated yourself to pleasing him with every fiber of his being. because he deserves it. he knew he deserved it. that much was evident as he smirked down at you.

rest assured he will have fucked you full five more times before you took that first pregnancy test.

[dalishious]

About Davrin's little blurb on the official website for Dragon Age: The Veilguard...

"Though he was raised in a Dalish clan, he craved excitement and adventure. He'd rather make history than reflect on it."

There's actually a lot to unpack about these two sentences.

First off, placing the word "though" in front of being "raised in a Dalish clan", gives such a thing a negative connotation. The word "though" is used in a way that sounds like "despite", as in, somehow wanting excitement and adventure must go against being Dalish. This correlates with sentence that follows. "He'd rather make history than reflect on it." The word "rather" is yet again used to separate Davrin from his Dalish origin. All together, this promotional description of Davrin is insisting that he is "not like other Dalish".

Now, obviously the game is not out yet, so we do not have total confirmation on what the nature of Davrin's relationship to his culture is really like. But there is absolutely something to be said about promoting the character this way, regardless of however he actually turns out in game. There is absolutely something to be said about how, as @/the-eldritch-it-gay put in their tags here, why do writers feel the need to make fantasy minorities hate or distance themselves from their culture? As a selling point?

Maybe this is completely misleading bullshit, maybe it isn't. All we have to go by, is what BioWare chose to say here, and their past track record with elves:

Zevran may talk about his mother in a font way, but he still has the line, "Too many of our kind think we deserve pity simply because we have failed to defend ourselves."

Velanna is one of the two elves we've had who is overtly proud of her culture, yet she is treated like she is unreasonable and too angry because of it.

Merrill too, is proud of being an elf, and of being Dalish. The story punishes her left and right for this, treats her like a child, and in the end she is either ostracized from her clan or they end up dead because... she cared too much?

Fenris has pretty much zero engagement with elven cultures, and spends his time ridiculing Merrill for being proud of hers.

Solas complains about the Dalish from the start, and says plainly that he does not see himself as having anything in common with elves of current time. "Oh, you mean elves" he says, when the Inquisitor asks how he feels about his people; the thought does not even occur to him.

Sera is... Sera is a character who could have been a really interesting examination of overcoming internalized racism, if she was written by someone competent with the subject. Instead, she just cringes at everything "too elfy" through the entire main game, and only has a single line in Trespasser that hints that she may have a personal struggle going on. But it's still left unresolved.

That's a lot a lot of negativity. So of course seeing a suggestion that more is to come with Davrin has people wary and tired.

Let us also consider the fact that Davrin is overtly Black as well, and what that means. Acting as if one must disregard history in order to make it, as his description so claims, is bullshit. It sounds too much like promoting gentrification/assimilation in my opinion; the idea that you cannot keep your culture if you want to be successful.

I also think that it goes even deeper, on a meta level - I think that BioWare is afraid people will not be able to like or relate to Davrin, if he is "too ethnic". I think that BioWare is taking this Black character and instead of questioning how he can best represent marginalized fans - particularly Black fans - they are questioning how to make him more relatable to white fans. And the only answer to that is to, of course, make him seem like he is an exception to marginalization through separating him from his people.

I am still holding onto hope that Davrin will overall be an interesting, well-written character. And I sure as hell will still be defending him from the people who are already hating on him or ignoring him completely because of their racialized biases. But that does not exempt BioWare, and specifically his writer, John Dombrow, from any criticism. This is not about Davrin the character, this is about BioWare the company's handling of Davrin the character. And in that regard, they're not off to a great start with this.

[gunwoo-bh]

The Night Shift - Part 10 [Min Yoongi x f!Reader]

MIN YOONGI x F!READER UniStudent!Yoongi AU SUMMARY: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus’s 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn’t. 18+ MDNI Warnings: swearing, lots of kissing and making out, reader and yoongi are horny, smut (it's light but it's there), breast play, yoongi is so hard so often in this i feel bad, definitely fluff. wc: 8.5k A/N: So, this will mark a shift for the rest of the story and I am excited to explore this. Let me start off by saying that I have never in my life written smut in any way before thus there's definitely room for improvement. I am not gonna be a huge smut writer until I am comfortable but the only way to improve is to write it! If anybody has good tips? Please send in a message! That being said, I am so excited for this chapter and the last few ones! I hope you enjoy this!

THE NIGHT SHIFT

PART 10

TWO MONTHS LATER

Humming to a tune in your head, you're putting your things away and tapping your foot while looking at the clock with a sly smile on your lips. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you bite your lip when you see a text from your boyfriend. 

Boyfriend. 

Yoongi is your boyfriend, and two months in? You’re still amazed at how everything has turned out. 

After agreeing to date, you’d gone on a few more dates before labeling your relationship. It wasn’t a very long conversation, and you had both agreed to it in the midst of a makeout session. Because you did that lots now–making out. 

Waving goodbye to the security guard, you head out of the library right at midnight, and taking a sharp right, you are met with your boyfriend’s slowly approaching figure. He’s removing his headphones as he approaches you, glancing up and breaking into a smile only meant for you. You giggle as you run to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he lifts you. 

Yoongi deposits you back safely on the ground, pulling back and cupping your cheek as he breathes out, “Hey babe..”

The nickname makes your insides flutter. He’s gotten very comfortable with it these last few weeks, and you can be completely honest with yourself and anybody who would ask about the way it makes you feel. 

Giddy. 

“Hi…” You sound so needy when he pulls away from the peck he quickly presses to your lips. “How was work?”

He shrugs, “Quiet, actually. My mom told me to come pick you up even though there was some cleaning left to do…”

You snort, “I think she just wants you outta there.”

“Pfft, ouch, okay.” He grins while staring at you, leaning in to capture your lips in another kiss. “You still wanna come over?”

“What about Hoseok and Namjoon?” 

He hums, close enough that your lips are still touching, “Hoseok is on a date with your friend and Namjoon is staying over at Eunhye’s tonight…”

“Oh..” You’re gleeful at the realization. “Yeah, I still wanna come over.”

He leans back, taking your bag in his hand as you walk back to his apartment. 

It was about a week into officially dating that he invited you over, cooking for you for the first time, and there had been a handful more times since then. You had to swallow your words when Yoongi had proven with ease his culinary skills over a few cozy indoor dates you’d had at his and he had been more than happy to continue using said skills to impress you. 

You’d wanted to spend the nights on some of those date nights when it was getting late and the mood inspired nothing but desires to make out and cuddle with your boyfriend. The only hesitation came from the fact that there was always someone over and both of your lovely friends had been so supportive, yet so playful. The teasing wasn’t bothersome, but it didn’t allow for privacy when you both lived with roommates. 

Holding your hand when you walk up the short flight of stairs to his place, he keys in with you following closely. You love how after he removes his shoes he turns to you to take your jacket off as you remove your shoes. He tells you to wait a moment, disappearing for the briefest moment before returning with a pair of slippers he had bought especially for you. You swear this man surprises you every day. 

You shuffle in, following him as you yawn and move to settle on the couch. 

“D’you want food?”

You pout, “Ramen?”

He grins, “Your way or my way?”

“Yours. Duh.” 

He chuckles, opening cabinets and turning the stove on as you relax. The times you had been over you had become comfortable being in his space. Well, the space he shares with his friends. 

“Oppa?”

He turns around, “Mhm?”

“I’m cold, can I grab a blanket?”

He smirks, “My room, grab a hoodie in there.”

You smile in thanks, wandering over and nudging the door open with your foot. His room is remarkably neat, everything has a purpose and is meant to be where it is. It isn’t your first time in here, having cuddled many times over now while watching a movie on his laptop. You walk to his closet, looking through the many hoodies until you find the light grey one you prefer. 

You’re stepping out of his bedroom when you’re slipping it on and he dives in, catching you by surprise as you yelp and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his chest and directing your face to his without kissing you, yet. 

“Oh my god! You fucking scared me!” You smack his back playfully without much force. 

Yoongi laughs, leaning so close your noses touch, “Not sorry.”

You scoff, “Jerk.”

He swoops in quickly as he kisses you, bending your body back and straightening the both of you up as you exhale deeply when he pulls back.

“Hi.” He’s grinning, so proud of himself. 

“Mhm…” You’re embarrassed at the way your body reacts to his kisses and touches. 

But you don’t have much time to focus on them when he speaks, “I actually have something I wanna run by you…”

You don’t know why that sentence sends dread coursing through your body. Yoongi must sense it with the sudden stiffness in your body because he immediately cups your cheek, features soft and reassuring, “Nothing bad, I swear. Come on, your ramen’s ready. I’ll explain…”

He seems light and that allows some of your concern to slip away as you sit at the table in the living room with your carefully prepared bowl of ramen, a glass of water near it. God, he knows me too well. He sits down across from you with a smaller bowl of his own, claiming he had eaten before he had come to pick you up. 

“Explain away please…” He’s amused by your anxiousness but he spares you any more.

“So,” he leans, “the boys and I have been talking for months now about getting away right after our finals which are coming up…” he trails off, eyes meeting yours, “and because more than half of us have girlfriends now,” you both grin at that, “well, we wanna make it a whole trip and I wanted to ask you if you’d be up to come along?”

He pauses, letting the question sit for a moment, “It’s a cabin, by the way! In case you were worried it was actually camping-camping…”

You laugh at that, “That…wouldn’t have bothered me at all, but thanks for the clarification.”

He keeps watching you, waiting for your answer or for any concerns you might have. He’s nervous, not that you would have noticed until right now as he picks at his nails. “So, I have a couple of questions…”

“Ask away.”

He’s eager to reassure you. 

“For one, how are we divvying this financially? Second, how do we get there? How long? Annnnnd rooming…how will that work?” They’re all pretty straight forward questions. All of which Yoongi has an answer to. He’s only nervous about answering the final one. 

“It’s all split evenly, but it’s cheap ‘cause Seokjin gets a discount. His aunt owns the rental, but none of us want to take it for free. Uh, I’d be borrowing my parents’ car leaving them with the van which they’ve ok’ed. It would be you and I going there. It would be for one week only.” He stops there, pausing as he considers his next few words.

“And,” you start, “rooms?”

He looks up at you, chewing the inside of his cheek, “Well, there’s six of them and we have so many couples now…so, couples get rooms and the two singles share.”

“So, it would be you and me in a room?”

“Mhm. Would that be okay?” He asks.

That's an easy yes. You've more often thought about sharing the bed with him or spending the night over, but you hadn't been in a relationship since your first year of university. Meaning you also hadn't had sex since then either. 

You weren't the most experienced in that field, but you know what you're doing. You never felt like you needed sex to make a relationship work but your ex had different opinions, and feelings. You feared a repeat of that experience, that your lack of need for sexual intimacy would wedge you two apart. Because you did want to have sex with him. 

But Yoongi? You had to give him credit. He’s attentive and very much could read your cues like the back of his favourite book. 

“Yeah,” his shoulders relax, “that would be fine.” 

With a slight raise of his eyebrows he asks, “Really?”

“Mhm.” You confirm with a small smile. 

With relief settling between both of you, he gets his phone out and you do too as you organize everything pre-trip being that this is your first time there but his fourth. He answers a few more of your questions that pop up and before long, your joining the trip is figured out. 

You're helping him wash the dishes when you glance at the stove top clock, “I should probably head home after this…” 

He, too, glances at it really quickly. 

1:34AM 

His gaze shifts to look at you for a solid ten seconds, shutting the water and drying his hands as he leans his hip against the counter, “Do you wanna stay over?”

You snap your head up so fast, “Really?” 

He nods, “It's late…we don't have class tomorrow. Could make a day out of it if you're already here…” 

Yoongi can already tell where your beautiful, overthinking brain goes as he soothes your worries, “I bought a spare toothbrush the other day and you can use some of my clothes to sleep in…” 

You laugh softly, looking down to your feet. You feel him getting closer to you, his hand coming to rest on your cheek when you look up at him from under hooded eyes. 

“Thank you.” 

“Always.” 

He brings you a change of clothes and you use his bedroom to change, smiling to yourself at one of your wishes coming true. Even his smallest pair of sweatpants look huge on you, but as you open the door to let him back in he simply turns and stares. 

There's a smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he's stepping towards you, looking at you in his clothes. 

“Even though these are too big,” you snort, watching him hold in a chuckle as he speaks, “you look way better in ‘em than I ever could have imagined…”

You giggle, standing on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips which he fully leans into, slipping an arm around your waist to press you flush against his body and cupping your jaw with his other hand. He kisses with his entire body, never leaving much space between your bodies. 

“Sleep. What we need, though, is sleep.” He unwillingly pulls back, struggling to tear his eyes from your lips.

You pout but concede, removing his hoodie as he washes up. It's weird being here when you usually would be leaving to go home, this is usually the part when you imagine what it would be like to stay. Now, you get to live it. You stand next to the bed, feeling the fabric of the duvet as you glance over your shoulder to him. 

“Which side…?”

He grins, toothbrush in his mouth as he points to the left side of the bed. You feel his eyes on you as you get settled under the sheets and meet his gaze, realizing just how badly you like him. 

You reach over to plug in your phone as you lie back, shutting your eyes and relaxing until your side of the bed dips, startling you when Yoongi sits down. He hovers slightly above you, gazing down affectionately, and leans down to kiss you softly. Instinctively reaching for his cheek, you hold him and pull him further into the kiss as you move up the bed to sit a bit more upright.

The duvet shifts lower on your body, and Yoongi’s hand snakes across your back to flatten against your spine, making you suck in a sharp breath. Your hand on his cheek slips to his shoulder, then down his chest to his hip, earning a hiss from him as he recoils like he’s been burned. Panting loudly, he reaches for your hand and huffs a small laugh.

“Sleep…We definitely should sleep.” You read him carefully, understanding that you are both in the same boat. His pupils are dilated when he’s looking at you, “You okay?”

You nod, shifting softly, “I’m okay.” 

“Okay.” With shaking hands he grabs you and kisses you quickly, standing and looking back at you. “I’ll be a minute, yeah? I’ll be back…”

And as quick as the words leave his mouth he’s out of the bedroom and locking the bathroom door. 

You can’t explain the feeling that bubbles in the pit of your stomach. Arousal is definitely one of them, there is no doubt about that. No, but what you’re feeling right now is something entirely different and you feel the muscles in your face pull into a smile, hiding behind your hand for no reason as you laugh softly.

Pride. 

You are proud that you’ve elicited such a reaction out of him, and you know exactly what situation he’s dealing with in the privacy of the bathroom. You want to make sure he’s not embarrassed or that you’re not feeling any kind of negative way about what happened, but you don’t want to make it too obvious. 

So, you settle under the covers and shut the light on your side. You face his pillow and wait about ten minutes until the sound of a door opening and closing catches your attention. Next, the creaking of his bedroom door opening and closing is what you focus on as she shuffles around to shut lights before sitting on the edge of his bed, his back to you.

He doesn’t take notice of your being awake still when he settles under the covers, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. The lights shining in through his window illuminates his profile as lies still.

“Hey..” you whisper in the darkness, startling him.

“You okay?” 

“I’m fine…” you shift, “what about you?”

He’s silent for a few seconds like he’s considering his next words, “I am now…”

Vague but honest. He turns to face you, lying on his side as you shift closer in search of his warmth. He feels your hesitation, reaching for your waist as he pulls you closer and you hear him grunt when you hook your leg over his hip. He takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers when he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Did I do that?”

He scoffs, “Fuck..”

“Sorry…”

“No, baby, no, don’t say sorry…” He finally looks down to you, his eyes finding yours in the darkness. “If anything, that was exactly what was supposed to happen…”

He’s making light of it, letting the sentence die. 

So, of course, you have to be a little shit.

“Me giving you a hard-on?” 

He squeezes your hip, making you yelp as you smack his side before you both burst out laughing. Yoongi pulls you closer, pressing his lips to yours in a quick succession of kisses. 

“Where did this confidence come from?” He asks.

“You.” You confess. “Being with you…”

He pecks your lips again, “Well, you want me to be honest and say something that will definitely boost that confidence?”

You’re amused, giggling as you nod, “Mhm.”

He scoots closer and there’s no hiding from him as his lips ghost over yours when he locks eyes with you, “You absolutely gave me a hard-on and I had to deal with it…”

Pride. Again. 

You don’t even realize you’re laughing softly until he kisses your cheek, “Oookay, time for bed now…”

Humming, you shift to snuggle closer to him, and finally you shut your eyes. He holds you against him, his lips against your forehead as you both slowly drift off to sleep. 

Is this the moment you realize you’re falling in love with Min Yoongi?

No fucking doubt about it.

TWO WEEKS LATER

“Babe, remind me why we’re leaving earlier than the others again?” 

Yoongi chuckles, leaning in the doorway of your bedroom, “Because we’re the responsible ones.” You snort. “And because we need to make a stop at a grocery store close to the rental to buy a week’s worth of groceries. I’m the cook, and you are my assistant.” 

You snap your head to look at him over your shoulder, a light grin tugging at your parted lips, “I thought Seokjin was…” 

He scoffs, “Oh, he somehow got himself out of that…” 

You roll your eyes, “Oh, that little shit…” 

Things, since that night, have only continued improving between you two. The shyness you once felt dissipating with every new makeout session. And you had plenty. The newness of your relationship is still ever present as you continue to learn more about each other, growing more playful and more passionate. 

Your besties have remarked on the change in you these last few weeks. You’ve been told you’re blooming and it’s shown in the way you dress, and in the way you are with him around your friends. 

The last time Hwayoung and Eunji saw you date somebody, you had changed but not in the positive way you did with Yoongi. You shared absolutely nothing, your ex even refusing to hang out with your friends or for you to meet his friends and in the short eight months together, you became sadder and lonelier. 

But with Yoongi? It’s different. He encourages every part of you without enabling them. Your happiness, your sadness, your courage or your anger. His self-awareness for the complexity of the human emotions allows him to be of great support to you when you continue to learn about yourself. 

You shuffle back to your closet to grab a few extra items, “It’s just one week, but why is my brain telling me I need twenty different outfits?” 

He chuckles, stepping into your room and standing behind you as he places his hands on your hips, “Because you like options. You’re the same with your pens. And your notebooks. And books too. Which reminds me,” he leans his chin on your shoulder, “how many of those did you bring?”

You mouth the air, “...Three.”

He laughs, “You really think you’ll have time to read three books?”

“I’ll have you know, I am a really fast reader!” You turn around and you give him exactly what he wants as he pulls you into him, making you gasp. 

“I highly doubt you’ll have the time to read because I think we’ll be too busy…” 

You know he’s doing this to get a reaction out of you, simply because he’s discovered that between the two of you, the one who has been more daring with physical affection and intimacy is you. 

“Don’t tease.” 

“You know I love it…” he cups your cheek firmly, tugging your face to his as he presses a solid, meaningful kiss. 

He has to know he leaves you breathless with every kiss, “Okay, so, I will kiss you any time but we do have to get going so help me pick two dresses, please?” 

He laughs, letting his grip on your loosen as he walks to stand in front of your closet and without hesitation reaching for the green dress you wore on your first date and a flowery yellow sundress. You quietly take them from him, mouthing a small ‘thanks’ as you turn to your bag and fold them in. 

You zip it up and turn to him, “Okay, I am pretty sure I have everything and if I forget something, I will just have to get it when we stop before we get there…”

“So, I’ll take this to the car and we’re ready to go?” 

“Yeah, I’ll lock up then we can hit the road..” 

Yoongi grabs your two bags, “And Hwayoung and Eunji are riding with…?”

“Hwayoung will be riding with Hoseok and Taehyung and Eunji with Jungkook and Jimin. They’re leaving in an hour or two I think…” You shut your light.

“Cool, pretty much the same as everyone else…” He smiles as he leads the way out, waiting as you lock up. 

You’re just stepping out of the building when he’s closing the trunk, walking to the passenger side to open the door for you. You make sure to plant a quick kiss to his lips before you get in, and he follows suit. 

He turns to you once he’s seatbelted in, “Ready?”

“Ready.”

Grocery shopping with Yoongi is an experience.

One you’d relive for the rest of your life, honestly. 

You drive the cart around as he looks through every aisle, checking off item after item on his phone. He’s so focused and it’s very sweet to see him be this way because this is just mindlessly walking around the store and picking up things, no. Yoongi is very thorough with his list because they consist of every food preference for everyone, including any food allergies. You remember the text you woke up to a few days prior asking about any hated foods or allergies, which made you adore him even more. 

“Yoongi,” he turns to you right away, “what about you?”

“What?”

“Do you have yourself included on that list of yours?” He smiles softly.

“I don’t need to be on that list, because I know what I like and don’t like.” He looks back to the shelf. 

“Well, who takes care of the cook then?” He slows right down, looking back at you. 

He starts smirking, failing to hide his amusement, “What do you mean?”

You dig for your phone in your bag, opening a notes page, “You have a list for everyone. Let me make a list for you. You should have one.” 

He stands there silent for the briefest of moments as he stares at you. You can see an onslaught of emotions going through his eyes, chewing on his lower lip as he sighs. 

“It’s not very long…” 

You shrug, “Doesn’t matter. You should have a list.” 

He sighs, “Walk and list making then?” 

You laugh, “Sir, yes, sir!” You playfully give him a salute, pushing the cart just past him as he stops you as he grabs the back of your neck to bring you to him and your breath catches in your throat. 

“Thank you.” He glances from your eyes to your lips before leaning down to kiss you as you suck in a breath, lips brushing over yours when he pulls back. 

“Always…”

You feel his delight at the state of you, gently tugging you to keep following as you shop. 

Your Yoongi’s food list of likes and dislikes is very small because it seems like he’ll eat almost anything, except ridiculously spicy foods. Claims having grown up with his parents cooking a lot made him adventurous with food. But whenever he sees something he’s not particularly fond of, he makes a point to turn to you and let you know. 

You love how he indulges you in moments like these because it makes you happy. 

When you two are paying, your cart looks like you’re feeding a family of nineteen and it is almost comical even to the cashier. You’re packing everything into bags as Yoongi hands you items. 

Bringing everything into the car is a challenge too, moving both of your bags to the back seat as well as putting anything cold in the cooler you had in the trunk. You’re both exhausted when you’re finished, leaning against the car and laughing. 

“I’ll bring the cart back, can you text everyone and ask where they’re at?” He gently squeezes your hand. 

“I will…”

You get on the phone and message the massive trip group chat that was created.

You [10:14 AM]: We’re about an hour out, just finished shopping for food. Anyone there yet?

You see lots of text bubbles popping up as many of them respond, but what you get out of the texts is that Seokin and his girlfriend have just made it, with the rest soon behind and you two being last. 

You [10:16 AM]: We’re leaving now! See everyone soon! (smiling emoji)

“So?”

You look up to your boyfriend, “Seokjin and Sohee are there already. The others are right behind, so we’ll be the last ones there.”

He nods, smiling at you, “Let’s get going, they’ll probably be hungry by the time we get there…”

“You’ll be wearing your chef hat from the moment you get there…” you tease.

He sighs, “You have no idea…”

Far later that evening you’ve just come out of a shower, a towel tightly wrapped around your body as you glance at your reflection in the mirror. 

Out in the living room you can hear the laughter, the sound of people dancing and drinking. It feels youthful, like what you’ve been missing out on but you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t need a moment to recharge before heading back out. You made it your goal this week to enjoy your youth, to try new things and to get to know your boyfriend’s friends. 

Over the last two months you had gone to more than a handful of hangouts with his group of friends and with all the girlfriends too. You had become friends with everyone but you never were alone one on one with them. Which is why you want to take the opportunity to do that. 

You step out of the ensuite and freeze when you see Yoongi mid-reach in his bag, holding your hand to the towel. Now would not be the moment you’d want him to see you naked for the first time. Not like this, god no. 

“Hey baby…” you softly say, chuckling in mild embarrassment. 

He says nothing though. No, instead his eyes focus on every inch of your skin showing with that flimsy towel covering you. He forgets about whatever he had his hand on in his bag, standing up straight as he looks at you. He gulps visibly, wetting his lips while looking up the length of your legs. 

“My eyes are up here…” You tease but he doesn’t look away.

“I’m aware…” His tone is sharp, his voice just a breath as he finally looks up to your eyes. It reminds you of that one night, the first night you slept over and the reaction you had gotten out of him then.

“Look at me then…” He listens to you, eyes finally meeting yours and you realize then how heavily he’s breathing. “You okay?”

“I really want to kiss you.” 

You start smiling, “What’s stopping you?” He takes one glance at the towel, “Ah.”

Usually you would turn around and get changed, but you boldly walk directly to him and stand there, leaning up and using his shoulder for purchase as you peck his lips. You feel his hands on your waist, shivering when he brings you flush against his chest.

“Needed a recharge?” 

You hum, “Yeah, the shower helped. I’ll be out in a few minutes I swear…” you try to pull away but he pulls you back, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. When he pulls back he removes himself from you.

“I will see you in a moment then?” You’re grinning as he rubs the back of his neck. “Babe, please don’t laugh because yes, you made me horny…I’ll be just fine.”

“Alright, horn dog. Get back out there…” you wink at him as you grab your clothes, going back to the ensuite to get dressed. 

You’ve had many moments like these over the last two weeks, his deep very vocal appreciation of you boosting your confidence from zero to a solid eight at least. 

Min Yoongi lives to make you feel good about yourself, in more ways than one.

Your hair is still damp when you walk back out to the living room wearing a comfortable pair of sweatpants and one of Yoongi’s t-shirts. You are makeup free as you say hi to everyone.

“Oh look who’s back!” Hoseok jokes as he sees you. 

“How was that shower?” Sohee asks you. God, she’s so sweet. 

“Amazing, after that morning and all that cooking? Yeah. I could have stayed in there for an hour.” You joke, rounding the couch as Yoongi grabs your hand and tugs you to sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around you as you sit there, listening to the boys telling stories about their last time here. 

You feel the way he’s rubbing your back, using his short nails to gently scratch at it and using his other hand to hold your hand, “Wait, wait…so who nearly drowned?”

“Your boyfriend!” Jimin laughs, sipping his beer. 

You snap your head to Yoongi, “Wait, what?!”

“Okay, okay, let’s be fair and honest here? Someone,” he playfully glares at Taehyung sitting across from you guys, “was trying to use me for a boost and held me under water for waaaay longer!”

“I wanted to win!” Taehyung tries to explain, still obviously appalled that this story is being told.

Yoongi snorts, “We still lost though!” 

You’re holding in your laughter, hiding your face in his neck with one hand buried in his hair. He leans into your touch and you pull back to look at him. He looks at you softly and you’re smiling at him, and right as you’re about to kiss him you get dragged off his lap by your friends and all the girls. 

“Where are we going?!”

You from a few months ago would have never been seen in a swimsuit in a hot tub. You never would have been seen in a swimsuit, period. That shower turned out to be useless…except for maybe that kiss with Yoongi. 

Glancing over your shoulder to the boys still sitting in the living room drinking, you quickly lock eyes with your boyfriend which makes you smile. When you look back to the girl, they’re looking at you as you mouth the air. 

“Oh come on!”

They all start laughing, splashing some water at you as you laugh and protect yourself from the onslaught.

“You are so in love!”

You shush them, “Oh my god, shhhh!” You glance back to make sure the door is shut. “I’m not…there…yet?”

Hwayoung splashes you, “You don’t sound convincing, at all.” 

You throw water back at her, “Oh fuck off!” 

You’re all laughing as Eunhye, Namjoon’s girlfriend, speaks up, “You guys are really cute. I never imagined he was this open.”

“He’s opened up since meeting you. Seokjin remembers the day he first saw you two…” Sohee shares. “The boys have all been cheering you guys on.”

You find that really sweet as you lean into Hwayoung and grab Eunji’s hand, “These girls have been my personal cheerleaders this entire time. I never would have gotten my head outta my ass if it wasn’t for them…”

It feels nice, sitting in this hot tub and having a girl talk. Beforehand all you could do is live vicariously through your friends with their stories of hookups and failed dates, but now you’ve met on some even ground. You all have boyfriends now, at least in various stages of early relationships. 

Eunji grins, “Can you believe we all have boyfriends now?”

You laugh, “Actually? No. I didn’t even think I had enough of a social life to meet anyone. Yet, here I am.”

“Can I be honest? Sohee and I were really happy when we found out that some of the guys were going on dates…gave us hope for more girlfriends.”

“Do your boyfriends, like, update you on all the hot gossip?” Hwayoung asks.

Eunhye laughs, “Yes! They’re the ones most excited to send their boys off to be boyfriends.”

“I mean,” Sohee snorts, “don’t get us wrong, they’ll be the first ones to give them shit but really? They want them to be happy. So, they were cheerleaders for the guys too.” 

You pout, finding the image of Namjoon and Seokjin cheering Yoongi on to be the sweetest thing. You’re glad you both have amazing friends, people who supported you throughout this entire adventure of falling for each other. 

“I think I love him.”

You don’t realize the words leave you until they already have, the weight of the confession slowly sinking in as you look up at the girls’ faces. All their mouths are open, the shock evident on their faces as you mouth the air, trying to rewind the moment, but it’s too late; fooling yourself into thinking you could is useless. They heard you loud and clear. 

“Say what now?” Eunji asks, grabbing your hand under the water.

The realization sits heavy on your chest but there’s no use in denying it anymore, “I think…I think I love him…but it’s crazy, right?”

Eunhye shakes her head, “Not crazy. Sometimes…your heart knows it before your head does, because let's be honest, our brain is usually what stops us from letting us really be in our feelings. Especially when it comes to love.”

You blink slowly, “When did you know you loved Namjoon?” 

Eunhye smiles, the memory of the moment flashes through her eyes in an instant, “Like a month in? I thought we were just high school friends for the longest time because we've known each other that long…but,” she laughs, “but we were always more. He was just braver than I was and asked me out. A month in we were watching a movie at his and I blurted it out. I freaked.”

Everyone laughs softly as she continues, “No, I mean, like I freaked out. I tried explaining it away. But he just laughed and said ‘it's okay I love you too’ and that was it. Loving him was scary but after that? Falling in love with him was so easy.” 

You look to Sohee who tells you her story with Seokjin, “It was slower for us, a bit. Six months or so. He said it after a really nice romantic dinner. He wanted to get the point across that he wasn't kidding.”

You all laugh as you glance back one more time to Yoongi. He hasn't moved from his spot and he's so relaxed. You're paying close attention to the way the butterflies in your belly begin dancing slowly, fluttering along to the palpitations of your heartbeat. Is this what falling in love is? Are you there already? And what about him?

“You didn't think you'd be here, huh?” Eunhye's question catches you off guard. “He kinda snuck his way in…”

She was right. You never really paid attention to guys at school until Yoongi. Probably because of the way he took up space in life. He wasn't loud or obnoxious, no. He was quiet and commanded the space without much force. That's what drew your attention to him. 

“He did…” you smile, fixing the strap of your bathing suit. 

You sit in silence for what feels like way too long before you sigh, realization finally and completely washing over you as you turn to Hwayoung, “I love him. No doubt about it, I love him.”

Without another word all the girls shift and huddle around you, wrapping your up in a group hug. You're all laughing and sniffling tears back, pulling away and just bursting into a stronger fit of laughter. 

A few more moments pass with more stories of falling for the guys, getting to really hear even Eunji and Hwayoung's stance on their feelings. It's new to all of you, too. 

The sliding door catches all of your attention as Namjoon and Yoongi come out with multiple towels, prompting your decision to step out of the hot tub. The rest of the guys follow suit as you, one by one, step out. 

Yoongi is there waiting with an open towel as you let him wrap your up in it, staring up at him as he glances down at you with the gentlest grin pulling at the corner of his lips. 

“You pruning yet?” He asks as you slip your hand out of the cocoon he's created for you, showing him the tip of your fingers. He chuckles as he checks your fingers one by one. “Yup. Pruned.” 

You snort a laugh, “What an observation, babe…” 

He kisses your temple, tugging you inside with a firm arm around your waist. 

Everyone says goodnight and disperses to their designated rooms. 

When the door shuts behind you two, you let the towel slip from your body as you grab your clothes from earlier, “I'm just gonna rinse off and be right…” you let the sentence die when he stands there looking at your body, “...back.”

He sighs, “I know I'm staring and I am not even sorry…” 

His words send heat straight through your body, goosebumps covering every inch of your skin, and you know he sees it happening. While you were shy about your decision initially, you now don't regret wearing the two-piece swimsuit. You can live with him looking at you like this. 

You smile brightly, approaching him, and his hands immediately gather you closer to him. The warmth of his hands rubbing the length of your back, settling at your lower back, makes you gasp when he steals a kiss from your lips. 

You're pulled back just enough that his lips brush yours, and you grin as you push him on the bed, but Yoongi is quicker, tightening his hold on you as he pulls you down with him. You're left straddling him, his hands splayed on your thighs as he more than happily stares up at you. 

This was all part of his plan. 

You place your hands on the mattress on each side of his head, “Sneaky…”

“I got you exactly where I want though…” he grins, hands rubbing up and down your thighs. 

You're both quiet as you stare at one another. It's a vulnerable position for both of you, and you both revel in the power you hold. 

“Hi…” you breathe out, leaning on your elbows and bringing your face closer as your nose touches the tip of his. 

He takes one of your hands on your leg and gathers your hair at the back of your head, pulling you down for a passionately hungry kiss. Your back arches as you press into him, panting against his mouth when he rakes his short nails gently across the expanse of your back. The fabric of his jeans rubs the inside of your thighs deliciously, pulling back suddenly and smiling. 

He looks pleased with himself as he flips your positions, making you laugh while ending up under him with your legs spread and Yoongi between them, pressing into you as he grins and captures your lips. 

Being this close to him, you ached for this these last few weeks.

You hear the strain in his breathing and the groans leaving his lips when he plies yours apart, sighing into your mouth. You squirm under him when his mouth begins travelling down, planting kisses along your jawline. 

He pulls back to look at you, “Is this okay?”

You look down to meet his eyes, and he looks so hungry, so needy for yo,u but like he’s ready to pull away if you tell him to. God, you love him. 

“Yes, more than okay…”

He doesn’t dive back in right away, leaning further down and lying down on you with your legs wrapped around his waist. His chin rests on your sternum, panting with his mouth open as he looks up at you. 

You watch his eyes, taking your hand and running your fingers through his hair, and you smile when he closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. He pushes himself further into you and lifts his head, your hand slipping to his cheek as you bite your lip. 

“Can…” he stops, dropping his forehead to your sternum, “can I take this off?” 

When you’re about to ask him what he means by that, you feel his hands gently tug on the strings of your swimsuit top. You shudder in anticipation, nodding, but he quirks an eyebrow at you. Words, use your words.

“Yes…” 

He awakens once he hears the word, dragging his body against yours and your eyes are glued to his face when he sneaks his hand behind your back and you feel the pull at the strings as your top loosens. You both look at each other when it does, Yoongi checking in one final time as he tugs it off your chest as he tosses it to the ground.

You feel the heat in your cheeks when Yoongi finally gets his first full look at you. He’s reverent about you baring it all under him and he smiles, “Fuck, you’re beautiful…”

Yoongi gently traces the curves of your chest, your head falling back as you whine under his touch. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loudly, arching your back when he squeezes one of your breasts and uses his thumb to flick your nipple over and over, squeezing it as you hiss. 

“Still good?” 

Warmth settles low in your belly, willing to bet that if either of you slipped a hand between your legs there would be a beautiful slippery mess. You bite back a moan as he strokes your chest, making him sigh when you roll your hips. He probably feels you trying to pull your legs close together, but he stops you as he takes his knee and pushes them back apart.

Blindly reaching with your hands, you find his biceps as you dig your nails into his skin when takes your nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it and flicking it gently with the tip of his tongue. 

You don’t think you’ve ever reached this level of arousal before because you’re left staring at the ceiling, focusing solely on the feeling of his mouth on your chest, his knee between your legs and your shared panting. You hate that you split your attention on what he’s doing and on not making too much noise, fearing being heard by the others. 

The wet trail of kisses he leaves on your chest slowly shifts location, dragging his lips down your body as you make eye contact with him. You feel the drag of his hands down your sides as he’s gripping your hips tightly when his fingers tug at the strings of your swimsuit bottom, mouth kissing and licking a path lower and lower. 

“Wait!” 

Your hands shoot out to stop him, panting loudly as you squeeze your eyes tightly shut in frustration at your brain. 

“Wait…”

He listens, staring at you in concern when you look down to him, “Too much? We can stop, it’s okay…” 

“I’m sorry, god, I’m such a bitch for–” 

“Babe, I’m gonna stop you right there, but you’re not a bitch for wanting to stop, okay? I’m glad you knew you could say stop or wait…” he sits back, looking at you. 

Not your body.

You.

“Do you wanna talk about what’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?”

How he manages to make you smile even when you’re feeling silly is a miracle. 

“It’s…” Yoongi playfully glares at you, “stupid…”

“Let me hear it…” he watches the way you slowly drag yourself up the bed, “wait, actually…”

When he gets off the bed, you see the strain in his body from his arousal but he doesn’t complain. You watch him grab your sweatpants and his t-shirt you wore earlier, walking them back to you. He hands them to you and you take them, timidly slipping the shirt on before standing up and sweetheart he is, he turns his back to you as you get changed into the sweatpants. 

You reach for his hand to let him know you’re done, and he smiles nervously as you both sit back down. He refuses to let go of your hand when he scoots closer to you.

“So?”

You chew your lower lip, “Well, to start…that was,” you look at him, “amazing…”

Yoongi nods softly, licking his lips, “Yeah, it was…”

“I just…” he squeezes your hand, “I was not all there the entire time we…” you chuckle, “did that,” he snorts and you smack him.

“Sorry, sorry…” he chuckles. “Keep going…”

You shake your head, “I was…too focused on not making any noise, because I didn’t…want anybody,” you point to the room next to yours, “to hear us, well, me…and I didn’t want our first time to be restricted that way…”

He smiles affectionately at you, licking his lips, “I can understand…”

“I…wanna be free to be for our first time, y’know? I want all my attention on you and with no worries…” You confess. “It didn’t feel that way…I’m sorry…”

He shushes you, “I told you, I don’t wanna hear you apologize.” You open your mouth to protest but he’s quicker. “I’m a big boy…I wouldn’t even deserve to be with you if I couldn’t handle you saying wait or stop…”

Your heart swells, crawling over and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, being dragged on his lap as he simply holds you a while. When you pull back to look at him, he’s smiling softly up at you and he pulls you closer, hips flushed. 

“Baby?” He rasps.

“Mhm?”

He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek sweetly.

“I love you.”

Time suspends. 

The way that it does in clips you take when filming some aesthetic slow motion video on your phone. 

And just like that, you’re swarmed by a wave of emotions as this man cradles your stunned face in his hands and not understanding how his confession settles this uncertainty within you. He has no idea what those three words mean, aside from the obvious. 

“What?” It comes out in a breath, barely loud enough for even him to hear. 

You feel the slouch in his shoulders, Yoongi growing shy as he looks down to his lap. He chances a glance back up to your eyes, looking over your face and reaction as you huff the smallest breath. 

“I…mean it. I do. It’s…it’s quick, I know, but…” he trails off, “I love you.” He shrugs lightly. “You don’t have to say anything back…that’s not why I said it…”

Grabbing his cheeks you make him look at you, “Yoongi,” his eyes widen, “I was literally just talking to the girls about loving you…”

His face brightens the moment the words leave your lips. He’s not smiling fully; no, it’s a muted smile and his eyes shine bright as the meaning of your words clue in. 

“You were?”

“Yeah…” you’re giggling, biting on your lip. “I was.”

“In the hot tub?”

“In the hot tub, yes.” You’re grinning. “Asking them when they knew they loved their boyfriend…to help justify loving you this quick…” You wince like you’ve been delivered a blow, but it’s mild embarrassment from confessing to the girls first your feelings for Yoongi. “But you know what I realized?”

He answers with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Everyone is different. There’s no reason to be embarrassed about how fast I fell for you…” He grabs your hips. “So, yeah, I love you, too.”

He moves in so fast, lips crushing against yours sloppily as he tugs your hips flush against his because the last thing he wants is space between you. You push to force him on his back but he pulls back from you, making you whine in disappointment.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he grabs the back of your head, “you were right about one thing though. As much as I want it and I’m pretty sure you can tell how badly I want it…”

You do. You feel him under you, hard as a rock and probably straining in his jeans. He leans as close as he can, nose to nose and lips to lips, breathing against them.

“The first time I’m inside of you,” you’re lit on fire as he speaks, quivering in his lap, “will not be when you have to hold anything in…” he steals a kiss from you. “So, we can wait…”

“Are you sure?”

He laughs, “Yeah, baby, of course…” he sighs, grunting as he shifts under you. “I am gonna need a shower, okay?”

You giggle, hiding in his neck, “I’m soooorry…”

He’s snickering, “I said stop that…” He taps your hip gently as you swing your leg over and off his lap as you sit back on the bed. He makes sure to press a kiss to your forehead before he pulls back, “I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?”

You never expected things to turn out this way. It almost feels far too easy but you know it hasn’t been. Battling your own brain about your relationship and about your feelings, needing reassurance from him more often than you’d like. But Yoongi was so good to you, giving you that comfort when your insecurities danced all over you. 

You were learning to self soothe when your own head got the best of you. And you had even opened up to Yoongi about your not wanting to rely on others to soothe your fears. You remember laughing when he promised he was not trying to play psychiatrist to you and you believed him. His tips were helping, as difficult as it was to fight against your own intrusive thoughts. 

But right now? Lying in this bed, your body on fire from the earlier ministrations, and your heart happy, pounding against your ribcage, you look back to the door of the bathroom to where your boyfriend is. You hear the shower shut off and it isn’t very long before he comes out, just pulling his shirt on and looking up at you, wet hair dangling in front of his eyes. 

“Hey…”

He looks satisfied, cheeks lightly pink as he grins, “Hey you…” he starts shutting lights off as you follow his movements around the room right until he gets to his side of the bed. 

You’re giddy the entire time, pulling the sheets out to let him slip under them and he immediately reaches for you, pulling you back against his chest. He tucks his legs up against yours, holding your hand as you snuggle in for bed. His chin rests comfortably on your shoulder, kissing the spot behind your ear as you sigh. 

“I’m happy…”

“That’s you do when you’re happy? You sigh?” 

You snort, “It’s a happy sigh, y’know? When you’re just, like, happy and you release the happiness and just…” you force a more exaggerated sigh to leave your lips, prompting a laugh out of him. “Happy sigh.” 

His hand snakes up from your abdomen to grab your cheek, pulling your face to his while pressing his lips to yours. He pulls back, his eyelids heavy as he looks down at you from under his eyelashes, “Happy sigh.” 

You smile, content together.

“Mhm, happy.”

A/N: I would like to thank you for your patience for this chapter and the next few ones! I am so happy this one is out, I have been writing non-stop. These next few last chapters will move faster but there will be a good conclusion to the story. We're getting closer to the end! But it's never the end really haha!

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7th member f! Reader x Katseye (once again, not romantically or is it..?)

⚠��WARNINGS⚠️: I am NOT a good writer, I am NOT a writer to begin with so yeah😔🙏 these are just fun little scenarios of katseye! Reader and the Katz, wholesome stuff yk.

🐈‍⬛️Best of Yn and the Katz 2🐈‍⬛️

~♤Sophia Laforteza● WE GA(Y)MIN'😎 Weverse Live●♧~

You and Sophia wanted to play this new game called Split Fiction, and so you guys decided to go live and enjoy it with Eyekons.

You are about an hour into the gameplay, after a bunch of eardrums bursting (just yours yk how loud Sophia can be) and a LOT of bickering, you guys jump into a portal taking to a fun short side story.

"We're pigs! This is the pig level!" You gasp, Sophia just seems to have registered. "WAIT, WE'RE PIGS!?!" She basically shouts in your left ear. "Oh my g-" your hand shoots up to your assaulted ear as you give the camera a blank but defeated look. Sophia notices and chuckles nervously as she says hurriedly "Sorry sorry sorry"

You both start to mess around in your in-game pig form, hopping around each other until, "I CAN FART GLITTER!" She shouts in excitement, letting out a loud laugh at the discovery of having an ability to fart glitter and rainbows. "WHAT?" you burt out laughing with her at the silliness of it all, "wait, YOU got fart power, and I get THIS?" You say as you activate your own piggy power of being able to extend your body like a coil spring. "Oh jeez, oh you're scary.." She says, cringing her teeth, "first you get the cooler weapon, and now the cooler Piggy power.. Not fair!" You say molding at your lack of luck in the game.

"Yeah, I have rainbow farts, I'm way cooler" She says in a haughty tone with a proud smile, you throw her a playful glare.

Throughout the rest of that side story you guys would not stop laughing at the fart sound that plays everytime Sophia uses her power like two little kindergarteners, "this is so dumb" you say between laughs all the while Sophia is now holding her stomach in laughter, her controller already forgotten on the couch between you two.

{ -#couplegoalsfr

-I feel for yn's left ear😔🙏 }

~♡Megan Skiediel & Jeong Yoonchae● Yoonchae's grad party Vlog on the official Katseye YouTube channel●♤~

Upon Yoonchae's recent graduation, You and the Katz(excluding Yoonchip) decided upon throwing her a little surprise grad party at your home. But for it to be a surprise for her, you guys needed to come up with a diversion plan to somehow get her out of the house for a couple hours for the others to prepare the surprise. So after the cameras started rolling to film your new challenge of "recreating viral tiktoks" and splitting into two teams: Manon & Dani, Lara & Sophia and lastly you, Megan and Yoonchae in one team.

The video cuts to you, and Megan huddled around the camera that Megan was holding, "Okay, so here's the plan." She says and laughs goofily (it's an actual word i can't💀) and roll your eyes at her usual silly self, "SO Yoonchae obviously thinks that we're filming content, right?" She explains as she turns to you "yup!" You answer. "Well, WRONG! We're not filming content. We are actually her distractement?" She says hesitantly "Distractors?" She turns to you again as you try to stiffle your laugh. "Yeah, distractor... right?" She says directly to you. "You mean... distracTION?" You say with a playful tone, a smirk painting your lips. "Oh! Omg how did I forget that-" She bursts out laughing, her laugh contagious that it was inevitable to not join in on it.

"Anyways! We have to distract her. Which I'm really good at" She states confidently. "Ehhhhh I... don't know about that" you say with slightly squinted eyes at her. She gasps faking being hurt. "Well, are YOU good at it then??" As she points an accusatory finger to your chest. "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy" You scoff. "ANYways! We're literally the impostors. " "If Yoonchip finds out we're getting ejected by the rest of the girls so we better not mess this up.."

Yoonchae can be heard saying her bye's to the members inside the house "let's go, guys!" "Oh f-" they had to cut it out...

You three are inside the van taking to your filming location, you decide to interview Yoonchae a little. This time your are holding the camera and pointing at Yoonchae "Give us some ideas of what you're thinking" Megan asks her. "Actually, I don't know." She answers shaking her head "Huh?" You chuckle at the younger member's cluelessness when it came to internet trends "I don't watch TikTok" She whines holding her hat. "Yoonchip, aren't you the youngest here? Istg you're like, physically 17 but mentally 71" you tease her as she snaps her head toward you in offense "Hey! I'm not!" "So how are we gonna win?" Megan says laughing "I don't know" the star of the show answers in a high pitched voice. "Welp" you say as you zoom into her face "Guess we'll figure something out when we get there lol".

You guys made it to the park, where you filmed a bunch of silly but lowkey funny tiktoks you were beat and exhausted. With the three of you resting on a bench, you spot an ice-cream truck "Hey want some ice cream?" You turn to the two girls that look completely drained of energy, but as you say that both of them straighten up from their previous slouched positions at the word "ice-cream" lol these kids. "YES!" The two of them shout simultaneously in enthusiasm, and you giggle at their reaction. The three of you go up to the ice cream truck, and you pay for them. Once you finish paying, you turn to see both of their energy already restored to the max after a single scoop. A small but gentle smile adorns your face. Good, now you can make it back home in high spirits for the surprise awaiting.

{ -the mom in Yn is showing whenever she's with these two istg🥹

-Yoonchae got the best sisters ever, she's in good hands😭💕 }

~♧Manon Bannerman● Manon Weverse live●☆~

It was no news that Yn is Manon's biggest simp, some might say that she is down horrendous. If you thought that you are Manon's biggest fan, wait until Yn walks into that room. So it was just another one of those times in which Manon only exists and Yn relishes in that fact.

In this live, Manon was trying out different hairstyles, testing out which one looks the best. She turns to you for your opinion on yet another look and says somewhat quietly almost sneakily, "How's this one? I don't think it's giving", you take a good look at her, "You literally look phenominal in ANY style, you don't gotta stress it you'll still remain the diva that you are." You respond in a matter of fact tone but with underlying sincerity in it.

"Aww, Ynnnn, you're so sweet, baby." She reaches over, encircling you in her arms in a tight side hug, and she then gives you a little peck on the cheek. You grumble at her actions and try to push her off you gently, known for being the "don't-you-dare-initiate-any-physical-contact-with-me" in the group, but everyone and their mothers know that you secretly like it. "Alright now, ma'am, I know you're fine shyt and can bag anyone with a single bat of your pretty eyelashes, but take me out on a date first, jeez." You say with a hint of smirk in your voice.

"What do you mean, babe? We're already past that stage, don't you think?" She says with that killer smile of hers and that playful look in her eyes,"oooKAYY i'm done" but you obviously couldn't handle when she reciprocates your playful but flirty remarks, and you get shy and escape with a red face. That's just the Ynnon dynamic.

{ -stop edging me bro😔

-valid reaction, I would also run away if Manon looked at me like that

-Yn proving time and time again that she is NOT God's strongest soldier😭 }

~☆Daniela Avanzini● video uploaded by Yn on Weverse●♤~

The video shows you and Dani in a skating park (one of your other friends is taking the video), and it is apparent that you are in the midst of teaching Dani how to stabilize her weight on a skateboard.

"Alright, looks like you're a goofy" you tell her while she is holding onto your hands outstretched to her for dear life, "are you seriously making fun of me right now, yn??" She says with a small frown and an accusing offended tone. You chuckle at her, "no idiot, goofy is term for a stance, to explain it better it is basically if you put your right foot on the skateboard and the left one goes on the floor." Her face lightens and her frown quickly disappears as you explain, "Oh! Well that's stupid. Why is it called that tf?" You shrug with a smirk "I don't know. Alright, now time to start moving!"

"Don't you DARE let go of me I swear to god Yn I'll murder you if you do" She threatens quickly with a panicked voice as she practically claws onto your arms that she's already holding tightly. "Relax! I'm right here next to you. I won't let go okay? You trust me right?" You reassure her. "Mehh debatable" she says, in one motion you let go of her with a blank expression on your face. "WAIT WAIT IM SORRY HOLD ON TO ME PLEASE" She says in panic, and you instantly hold on to her again "that's right. Now... slowly just keep your eyes forward, feet no too wide apart," you adjust her feet correctly on the board "and push with your left one with small force".

"OKAY! seriously, don't let go of me. I will slip and fall and break my Shakira hips, and no one would want that." You roll your eyes playfully at her dramatics,"Ugh FINEE drama queen." After much reassurance, she FINALLY starts moving the skateboard with you keeping her steady by holding on to her waist and the small of her back, but at one point when you thought that Daniela got the hang of it you decide to sneakily slide your hands off her. And Dani overly concentrated on her board, and balance doesn't even realize it. You turn your head to give the camera a proud smile and thumbs up. You chuckle watching her stray further and further from you on her skateboard, that's when Dani realizes something is amiss. She looks down at her body, then at you a couple meters away from her, "YN-"

And the video ends. Legends say that poor Yn still hasn't heard the end of it from Dani to this day...

{ -"and that's how I met your mom.."

-AWW YN LOOKS SO PROUD OF DANI I CANT😭😭

-WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT YN SKATES????? }

~♧Lara Raj● spill your TEAAA🍵 Lara Weverse Live●♡~

It was just another day at the Rajagopalan household. Lara is in her room on live chatting with Eyekons as they spill their tea and ask for advice on different situations.

" -So if I were to ever have hypothetically done that, even though I don't(🤨)" She chuckles as she reads the comments clocking her lying ahh she spots a comment from you.

-The1&Yn: girl help, my brain can't withstand any more strategic big brain play🫠

" 'Girl help, my brain can't with any more big brain play'" she bursts out laughing after she reads your comment. You see, you wanted to tag along with Lara and go to her house but somehow you got roped up into playing multiple games of Chess with her dad. So Lara chose to go up to her room and go and let you two continue your game, but after you won the first game, Mr. Rajagopalan kept insisting on playing one game after another. It is your 7th game already, and to say your braincells were fried is an understatement so you decided to seek Lara's help because you couldn't find it in you to decline her father's offer to another game. Thing that leads us to our current present, but since Eyekons were unaware of what is going on and what you meant with your comment you send another comment to give a little more clarity to the situation,

-The1&Yn: Chess with the father🚪🚶‍♀️

Lara snickers at your comment, "okay okay, I'll come down to your rescue and bring you up here. One second." Lara stands up from her bed and runs out of frame, her running steps can be heard until silence engulfs the room.

-SO YN WAS HERE ALL ALONG??

-caught in the trap of a bored parent💀

-The1&Yn: man shut up😔...

-LMAOOOOOO

-The1&Yn: MY SAVIOR IS HERE YES

After a minute or two, laughs can be heard getting closer and closer, and then Lara and you pop into frame. "OH MY LORD! Don't get me wrong, I love your dad he's the sweetest, but NEVER AGAIN" you say in an exhausted voice as you flop down on her bed "what can I say, percs of being the Rajagopalans favorite. After me ofc!" Lara states with a shrug and stupid grin on her face, "Yeah yeah wtv" you say with a small smile adorning your face.

[vibelladonna]

𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈… 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 ! ! 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓋𝒾𝓋𝒾

To start off, sorry I haven’t posted any fanfics lately.

Well, other than “Rizz the Wolf” April Fool reaction—look man I was really hyped and I couldn't help myself, I'd like to mention that I’ve got two exams this week and one more after that, so things have been kinda hectic for me as my spring semester is ending soon.

I’ll try to post something this weekend or later.  

Now, about the update on Geo… y’all really blew up my inbox. I was sitting in a chemistry lecture, taking notes on my iPad, when like 30 people inboxed me, saying overall ‘CHECK TWITTER!’ I was so confused, just staring a my screen like, "wtf is going on???" 😭 I legit thought something bad happened, so I checked Twitter all dramatically like I was about to read a scandal.  

First off, I just love seeing updates from @fantasia-kitt. And since y’all were MAYBE waiting for my "official statement"—because apparently, I’m the top writer that actually enjoys writing about Geo (which, fair, I do take almost every request I get)—here it is:  

I admire it ♡. Like deadass, omg.

Seeing Geo as Aroace just makes so much sense, like I already knew funny enough. It fits him perfectly—both personality-wise and character-wise. If there was ever a character who would straight-up say, "I literally do not have the time nor interest in a relationship,"

It’s literally him.

That being said… yeah, I guess this means almost everything I’ve written about Geo so far isn’t exactly accurate. Especially when it comes to writings like [ 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈 ] or [ 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒾 ]—to tell ya'll the truth, I was kinda hated writing those. 

I still lowkey head cannon him into Japanese bondage, Shibari—in a non sexual manner, like he just wanted to learn because he just happens to be interested in it.

Yes, I did a lot of research for them, but to keep it real, I only wrote them for my dearest readers because, at the time, there was barely any NSFW content for Geo, and everyone kept asking for it.

However, at the back of my brain, I already knew it didn’t fit his character, which was my original plan to never write it in the first place. If I’m being honest, I do feel a tiny bit disappointed—not at Geo being Aroace now.

Like, I’m actually hyped about that.

Sidenote—Do you know how rare perfectly written Aroace, aro, or even just ace representation is? 

HARDLY ANYWHERE.

It’s a constant battle trying to explain to people that this is who I am, and half the time, they just don’t get it because no one really talks about it.

So seeing a character like Geo, who actually fits the identity so well, is a huge win. It’s more about the fact that I knew I understood his character so well, but I kept holding myself back and writing him wrong—just to please everyone.

That’s on me, and I’ll never do it again.

So, this short update hits close to home.

Like Fantasia mentioned, "Geo has a special place in my heart since he reflects my own sexuality as well being an Aroace and I thinks this fits him more personality and character-wise." End quote.

And truthfully, same.

As mentioned, I’m asexual—like, if you’ve been on my blog for even five seconds, you’ve probably seen the spade symbols everywhere or my about me pinned post. It’s my way of repping my sexuality—hell, I even wear it as jewelry daily.

Also, a thought: I might be aro too, but I haven’t done a deep dive into that yet. Relationships have never really been my thing, and my priorities have always been my academics and career, so… maybe? Who knows.

Like, I’ll probably sit with it over the summer when I finally have some free time to contemplate my existence properly.

For those who don’t know me personally… let’s see…

if I had to sum up my personality, just picture Dr. Cristina Yang from Grey’s Anatomy or Kyoko Kirigiri from Danganronpa (btw, Kyoko is the only character in that game I care about). That should give you a pretty solid idea of how I operate.

That being said, I’m definitely still writing about Geo.

Don’t get it twisted—I was never gonna stop. I’ll just be going off my own thoughts now, and hopefully, everyone’s cool with that.

But please, for the love of all that is holy, do not ask me to write that Sol and Geo threesome. I was deadass joking in [ 𝒿𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎 ]. Same with Hyugo and Geo x Reader request in a relationship—logically, it just doesn’t click for me to write something like that.

I enjoy writing about Geo—he’s one of my comfort characters (which, mind you, I only have like four on that list). And honestly?

Still my ideal type. I relate to him a lot. Not saying I’d date myself, but when I write him, I often think, "How would I react?"—except I dial up the arrogance, smugness, and overall asshole energy.

And before you ask, "Why the hell would you even want to date someone like that?"—leave me alone. 😭 

Again, dating isn’t exactly high on my priority list.

I just think about it sometimes—mostly because my parents won’t get off my ass about it. They keep saying, “Don’t waste your life just focusing on work,” but like… I genuinely don’t have any desire for it. I just want to enjoy life, make a decent living, and maybe—if anything—consider marriage way down the line.

But if I HAD to pick, it’ll be Geo.

Like in a best friends kind of way. Personally he’ll be so understanding because he too feel this way. I’ll annoy him so much.

The reason why, to me, relationships are just really close friendships with extra steps. If you’re dating someone, shouldn’t they also be your best friend? Deadass my friends call me weird for thinking that way, however I like to see it that way. 

This is why the only piece I actually enjoyed writing was [ 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 ]—ironic isn’t it? I just thought of Geo and me as best friends and converted that into something for whoever was reading.

I always saw it as experiencing romantic and sexual attraction differently than most people. Relationships aren’t one-size-fits-all—they take on different forms depending on the people involved.

With Geo, I was just being transparent about who he is, what his needs and boundaries are, and how that shapes his dynamics with others.

Same goes for real life—your needs, your expectations, their needs, their expectations… It all comes down to communication. 

That’s everything.

And like Geo isn’t heartless now. If you play “Rizz the Wolf”, it just proves how much Geo actually cares about his friends. Like dude, look at how he treats Crowe and Deryl. Sure, he was pissed at Deryl for touching him and just straight-up being goofy, but he still let him do it.

And Crowe? Crowe did so much for Geo. It’s literally in the game’s glossary that Crowe helped him after he got kicked out of high-class society. No wonder Geo wipes Crowe’s face with a napkin. 

Not gonna lie, kinda wish that was me.😗

What I’m getting at is—this all just clicks.

So yeah, Geo not doing romantic relationships?

Officially canon. He doesn’t see the point, doesn’t have the time, and honestly? This just gives me even more material to work with—so stay tuned for the next post ! !

I’ll catch y’all later—thanks for listening to my rambling, my dearest readers. ♤

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Omg Carina hi!!! Congrats on 2k!!! It’s 🧸 anon here (she/her) and you’re so cool for doing this event for us🫶🏻

Like you I’m also studying, last year of nursing if it matters lol, so I completely forgot to check if you answered my request and I just now saw that you did so I’m gonna go read it now! I’m so excited to get my Carina fix🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

I’ll add to the celebration - comment on “You occupy my every thought”? Don’t have anything specific I’m just such a sucker for sunshine/grumpy tropes hehe

Also if you’d like maybe comment on the 14k Remus fic? I forgot its name I’m so sorry but the way you wrote Remus made my heart swoon and it was the first ever fic I read of yours so it’s kind of sentimental too🙃

Side note thank you for sharing so much of your personal life with us it makes me personally feel really connected to the writer and it makes sense why your writing really is poetry🥰 again thank you!!

hi my darling! no, thank YOU for participating in my event<33 and for actually enjoying my yapping lmao, i appreciate you sm! last year of nursing is roughhhh, so feel free to just drop by whenever you're free. my blog will always be here for when you need it 🫂 now, i have already more or less commented on "you occupy my every thought" with these headcanons, but i would love to do the remus one!

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i will COMMENT on "It's Nice To Have A Friend" with remus lupin

carina's 2k celebration

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In this fic, you're Remus' childhood best friend, his favourite person on the planet, and your romance reads very much like two people who are perfectly intertwined and destined for each other

So, after the fic fades to black, I can't really see anything but an endgame fairytale ending

Remus writing home to Hope and Lyall, who have known you since you were a kid and befriended Remus despite his obvious differences:

Dear Mam and Tad,

This may not come as a surprise to you – as it seems it has not been for anyone but me – but if it does, I sincerely hope it is a pleasant one.

I am writing to let you know that Y/N and I's friendship has officially become something more and I am happy to call her my partner.

You remained attached at each other's side for the precious few months you had left at Hogwarts – this time without a spec of anxiety or guilt

I will say, it took a while for you to school all guilt out of Remus though, as his former guilt for daring fall in love with you occasionally transformed into guilt for "letting you love a halfbreed"

But you did what you did best – you kissed it away

You were far from above cradling Remus in your arms until he melted into you, whispering sweet nothings into his hairline

There was a lot of:

"I have loved you unequivocally more or less my whole life, cariad. I am not about to change that now."

"Would you love me any less if I changed? If I became a lycanthrope or a vampire or sick or poor?" "You know I wouldn't."

"Shhh, none of that. None of that, my sweet boy."

"You're just Remus to me."

Because of his particular situation, Remus had to become closer with certain members of Hogwarts staff than most other students would – particularly Pomfrey, Dumbledore and McGonagall

And I believe all of them would often share looks at how obvious the love blooming between these young students was

I have always had a particular moment in mind for when Pomfrey first noticed your connection in second year

It was the first time Remus got injured enough during a full moon to stay at the infirmary overnight, at a time where none of his dormmates knew

You, on the other hand...

Pomfrey opened the door to her office chambers right by the entrance to the infirmary at the frantic knocking. A sigh was already brewing on her lips at whatever piece of work must be waiting for her outside the wooden door this early.

She flung it open only to nearly hit your reddened, almost teary face.

"Madam Pomfrey," you squeaked in that youngin voice it seems all students spouted at that age. "Is Remus here?"

The concern was evident on your face, etched into your every furrow that were much deeper than a child should have. "I'm afraid I cannot answer that, Miss L/N," she said, not without sympathy. Patient confidentiality and all.

"Please," you whispered. "I know he's here, it was a full moon. Please can I go see him."

Unable to do anything else in the face of such youthful misery, and having heard in passing from Dumbledore before that "the Ravenclaw girl knows", she merely gestured in the direction of Remus' overnight bed.

A "thank you!" had barely made it past your lips before you walked away so quickly it could rival someone running – a loophole you had already found to the "no running in the halls" rule, surely.

Pomfrey followed to see you fling yourself to the floor beside Remus' bed, not even sparing the time to drag one of the nearby chairs closer to sit more comfortably. Your knees were on the cold floor, your hands scrambling to find his laying limp and bandaged on the white linen, but when you did, your touch turned almost painfully gentle.

"Rem? Remmy, cariad, it's me. Hi, hi, it's me." Your voice was soft, a gentle waking of the boy who should technically still be sleeping. It was clear you couldn't help yourself.

Remus' heavy eyelids fluttered open and the look in them once they found you, soft and at home, a stark contrast to how she found him the night before, struck Pomfrey right in the chest.

Oh, she had thought. This is going to be one of the lovestories I remember.

Thus, when she saw you two walking hand in hand as you passed the infirmary one of the last months of your 7th year, smiling widely and waving at her, she felt nothing short of contentment and warmth

Finally

Similarly with McGonagall and Dumbledore:

At the end of breakfast, there was nothing left to do but discreetly watch the students as they began preparing for the rest of their days, gaining an overview of what the dynamics were like at the moment and if they were all alright.

McGonagall's eyes were gliding over the Gryffindor table, not at all deterred by the splotch of blue that represented you in the midst of Potter and Co. She had grown more than used to you as an honorary member.

What did catch her attention, though, was when you got up and out of your seat, hoisting your bag over your shoulder to head off to a class you didn't share with the rest of them – right before you left, Remus caught your hand and pulled you down to him for a sweet kiss.

Not the forehead kisses she had seen before, not to the hand. No, he was smiling against your lips.

She arched an amused brow at the scene, glancing sideways to look at Dumbledore who was smiling into his plate.

"Yes," he said simply. "I saw."

She had to hide her smile behind her glass as she brought it up to drink. A silent toast.

All three of them would be invited to the wedding – which I don't think would be too far off after graduation

I imagine you got married the same year as Marlene and Dorcas; a big year of love for your friendgroup

Make no mistake, Sirius would be officiating it

This moment is definitely referenced in Remus' vows to you during the wedding:

“Should I ask you formally to be my girlfriend, or are we just skipping straight to marriage?” he whispered against your lips.

Remus felt almost wolfish when you barked a loud laugh, throwing your head back and tightening your hold on him instinctively. “I think girlfriend’s enough for now, yeah cariad?”

“If you insist.” He kissed you through his grin, realising that this was all he wanted to do now.

"I suggested it already the first day we became official, and even that was too late – I have always been yours and it is my utmost honour to have you always be mine."

Not a single dry eye in the room

James would specifically be crying into Hope's arms

Which Sirius would laugh at until he was a few more drinks in, at which point he would do the same with Effie

(Lily took pictures of both instances with her muggle camera, and they were some of the first in the wedding album)

Should there be an Order of the Phoenix (with a happy ending for all), you and Remus would act as the parental couple beside James, Sirius and Lily

And if you eventually make Remus secure enough in himself and his lycanthropy that he would dare have some puppies? Well, the more the merrier with this lot

The cheesiest, loveliest happily ever after you could desire 🤍

[anakinstwinklebunny]

new hayden fan nonnie again, i am ready to officially join the fam (if you’ll have me)! may i be 🐮 anon?

also i have a fic request! would you be open to writing one where nerdy!anakin meeting his favorite book author who happens to be reader? or anakin could be the book author and the reader is the fan? either sounds cute to me, have fun with it!

thank you, bunny!!

- 🐮

PAIRING: writer!nerd!anakin x f!reader/ nerd!anakin x f!writer!reader

Author's note: OFC YOU CAN POOKIE!! and that's such a cute emoji 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (couldn't help myself and made two scenarios you mentioned)

𝓕𝓛𝓤𝓕𝓕 ❦

You weren’t nervous.

Nope. Not at all.

Just because you were about to meet the ANAKIN SKYWALKER, the actual author of your favorite book series—the one whose words had ruined you, rebuilt you, and left you obsessing over every single character, every emotion described on the paper—did not mean you had to freak out.

Except, you were totally freaking out.

Fingers clutched his book against your chest as if it may shield you from crushing your nerves adrenaline, while you stood in line, shifting on your feet, trying not to think about the fact that in a few minutes, you’d be face-to-face with him.

And then suddenly— way too soon—it was your turn.

You stepped forward, heart pounding. Hands sweating

He looked up.

Oh.

You were not prepared for how pretty he was in real life.

The grainy black-and-white author photo in the book didn’t do him justice—those messy curls framed his face in a way that made your stomach flip, glasses sat slightly crooked on his nose, and his sweater sleeves were pushed up, exposing lean forearms dusted with veins running up his body

God really took his time creating him.

He blinked at you, pushing his glasses up with two fingers. “Hi.”

His voice was soft, a little hesitant, like he wasn’t really used to this—like he didn’t know the power, the impact he had.

You swallowed, barely keeping your composure. “H-Hi,” you managed, setting his, well..yours, book down in front of him. “I—um—I love your books. A lot. Like, I might have reread them too many times.”

A soft flush crept up his neck. He ducked his head, scribbling something in the book. “That’s—uh—thank you. That means a lot. Really.”

Your heart clenched. He was adorable.

You leaned forward slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I have to know—how did you come up with him?” You tapped the book cover, referring to the broody, tortured love interest that had single-handedly ruined your life. “Because I swear, he haunts my dreams.”

Anakin let out a breathy laugh, looking up at you with this disgustingly-twisting-gut eyes “Uh—he just… appeared, I guess.” He smiled sheepishly. “You’re actually, um, not the first person to say that.”

You grinned. “Well, he’s perfect. And kind of my biggest crush.”

His pen froze mid-signature.

Oh my gosh..what have you done?

He cleared his throat, fumbling slightly as he handed the book back to you. “That’s—uh—good to know.”

You peeked at what he’d written, expecting just a simple signature. But beneath his name, a small note made your breath hitch and your lips to crack in a small, nervous smile:

«To the girl with excellent taste—if you ever want to discuss my characters over coffee, let me know.»

Your head snapped up. He was already looking at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Your stomach flipped.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER had planned this day for weeks. Checked the bookstore’s event schedule at least a dozen times. He had to make sure he was on the right time, the right day, wore the right clothes for this occasion. For weeks he had practiced what he’d say in the mirror, only to stammer like an idiot each time. But now that he was here, standing in line, gripping a hardcover copy of your book so tightly his knuckles were white—he felt like he might pass out.

The line moved too quickly. One second, he was behind a group of fans, and the next—

“Next, please!”

His breath caught in his throat.

Sitting behind the table, a warm, inviting smile on your lips painted your face as you reached for his book. “Hi,” you greeted, voice soft, smooth, the same voice he’d listened to in countless interviews. “What’s your name?”

He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

God.

You were even prettier in real life.

“I—uh, it’s Anakin,” he managed, adjusting his glasses like it would somehow fix the fact that he was a mess. “I—wow, okay, sorry, I just—uh, I love your books. Like, a lot.”

A soft laugh left you, and his heart nearly stopped, did a flip, hit his insides and went back to its place.

“That’s really sweet. Thank you, Anakin.” You took the book from his shaking hands and flipped to the title page. Gosh, you said his name in the most sweetest way possible. Was it how heaven felt like? “Do you want me to write anything specific?”

“Uh, um—” He cursed himself for being so awkward, so nervous. He was a grown man for Force’s sake. “I—your characters. The way you write them. It’s like they’re real.” He pushed his glasses up again, desperate to say something intelligent but it made no sense in the sudden conversation. “I feel like I know them. Like they’ve… changed me.”

Your pen stilled. Slowly, you lifted your gaze to meet his.

For a second, he panicked—had he said too much? Sounded too intense? Was it too weird? But then, your expression softened

“That’s probably the best thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Anakin swore his heart exploded.

You smiled, scribbling something inside his book before sliding it back to him. “I’m really glad my stories meant something to you, Anakin.”

He stared at the book, at your signature, but what was the most important was the small note beneath it:

«To Anakin—thank you for feeling my words the way they were meant to be felt.»

His throat went dry.

Before he could even think, the words slipped out. “Would you—” He swallowed hard. “Would you ever want to talk about writing? Over coffee? Or tea—if you like tea, that’s totally fine, I—”

Your lips twitched. “Are you asking me out?”

His face burned. “I—uh—”

But then you grinned.

Oh.

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Maybe at the end of the day this was a story worth writing, too.

[jingyichickenwings]

This is less of a Deep Cut and more of a case of schadenfreude, but I love when various members of a creative team are messy in public about their high budget group project. Reality TV for nerds. It speaks to a profound lack of media training or fucks given. You guys realize that future employers can Google you, right? Unintentionally hilarious.

Linke and Yee were told in no uncertain terms that their season 1 storyboard was shit, so they hired Overton, who hired half a dozen actual writers, and they did basically a full overhaul. The script was objectively much better. But this was Linke's baby, and several years later you still see signs that he is Big Mad that he didn't get his way, and that he doesn't know or care about what actually became season 1 canon. I'm sorry that your Jewish stereotype villain didn't get to be a pedophile, I guess? Idk. Yes, yes, I am sure your version of Svengali is really innovative. Maybe someday, buddy.

Meanwhile they start writing season 2 in early 2020, while the season 1 air date isn't until November of 2021. So, they don't have public feedback on the script yet, just, yanno, actual writing professionals. Anyway, according to Overton, they needed to fire the non-management part of the writing team because of the pandemic?! Lmao babygirl you do your best and I respect commitment to the official PR excuse but nobody sensible believes this. Netflix writers average 110k/year, and you needed six or so from season 1. That is not a big part of the overall budget. Also, y'all could have saved money with Zoom meetings.

So the very thing that saved the season 1 script got line-itemed "because of the pandemic". That sounds like an extremely convenient excuse for Linke to be like, no, fuck you all, we are going back to Plan A, the rough draft of season 2 based on his shitty version of season 1. Honey. That ship has sailed. You already lost this argument.

So presumably some combination of Linke/Yee/Riot/Netflix was like, it's important that we have at least one actual grown adult writer on staff. So Overton gets to keep her job.

Now, I want to preface this by saying that season 2 would have been even worse without Overton. That being said, there is a reason they needed a deeper bench of writing staff. Overton and Linke over-connect with the characters Caitlyn and Jayce respectively, to a degree that they frequently forgot to evaluate how other characters would likely behave in certain situations. It led to contrivances, plot holes, etc. There is a lot I could add here but tbh go read any of the meta already out there.

In addition to the Mary Sue type behavior, Overton thought it would be Neat to make the writing more like Avengers, like multiverse time travel fuckery is a shiny beach pebble and not narrative napalm. What in the ADHD was she thinking? Even if they had the run time to world build enough for this, there was nothing in season 1 to even suggest this as an option. And let's be fucking honest, multiverse a lot of why Marvel is on a downward spiral. If Viktor can go to Build-A-Bear Workshop and 3-D print a million Jayces, why should I give a shit about his kill count? He can just be kind, rewind, and try again. Actions are decoupled from consequences.

Anyway, moving back to the topic at hand of the Arcane team. Apparently, Overton, Linke and Yee only half-wrote season 2?! Linke said something about how they "extensively collaborated with Fortiche on the story"? Which, it's not inherently a bad idea to get creative feedback from your art team, but ummm, maybe the writers and Fortiche should have worked to a point of agreement on basic story beats. Based on a lot of what Fortiche has said, the art for season 2 passive aggressively advances what they wanted the writing to be against Linke's wishes. They literally have just been straight up disagreeing with Linke and getting paid for it. Which, to be fair, I respect the sheer pettiness! Linke can't write his own damn show but wants to slow down the very expensive art team? When the actual writers that got fired "because of the pandemic" would have caught a lot of the season 2 issues?

So post airing of season 2, Overton is all about that girlboss copaganda, Linke is having multiple public meltdowns and getting fired by Riot(?), and multiple voice actors and artists at Fortiche are being like "yeah, we actually wanted something else so there are now multiple competing narratives for season 2". Which is hilarious. The way in which the show is messy is the same way in which the creators are messy. These bitches are a cautionary tale about hubris and the need to engage in team-building.

(EDIT MARCH 11: the fired rumors seem to be old/inaccurate, see comments for details)

[ot3]

have u read the homestuck epilogues? what do u think of them if u have? and do u have thoughts on june egbert

when the epilogues originally dropped, i read candy but i did not go on to read meat because the experience of being a homestuck fan at the release of the epilogues was a pretty miserable and i saw no reason to prolong it.

i did not categorically hate everything the epilogues were attempting to do but i think they are fundamentally and irredeemably flawed for one extremely big reason: you can not release something as the official continuation of a work while also insisting it is not a piece of the canon. it felt like they wanted to have their cake and eat it too in a way that completely undermined the entire work. they released it with faux-ao3 tagging/styling, but weren't brave enough to actually release is on ao3. it had to be elevated Above fanwork, but if you got too upset about it they could always just point out 'well we said it wasn't canon' to deflect legitimate criticism. plain and simple, it all felt like cowardice. release something intentionally designed to provoke and antagonize a dedicated fanbase and then retreat to twitter to complain about how nobody can understand and appreciate REAL, SERIOUS, QUEER ADULT CHARACTER WRITING. but like. real, serious queer adult character writing still needs to be good and I'm not sure the homestuck epilogues Were that. having characters you know to be 100% fictional and are now being written by a brand new set of people pretty much look at the camera and say "if you think my character writing is OOC it's only because you don't respect my interiority as a human being" rang extremely fucking hollow to me.

i think it should be obvious to anyone who has been following me for any amount of time that i don't want or need sanitized and saccharine character writing to be pleased and my issue was not that the epilogues were dark, it was that they felt confused and contrived.

being a homestuck fan took up all of the formative years of my life, without exaggeration. it was the main thing i was into from ages 14-21 and has been incomparably important to me. so it's next to impossible for me to separate my feelings about my epilogues from what it felt like to be a homestuck fan during the absolute clusterfuck of these things dropping, especially since i haven't revisited them since. one event in particular that really soured me was an official homestuck team member who i was decently good friends with asking me to delete tweets i made criticizing some aspects of the epilogues. i found to be an extremely unprofessional to do as someone who is on the payroll of an IP speaking to a fan of that work, regardless of whatever terms we may have been on. additionally, i found the way she + the epilogues writers responded to criticism of the epilogues from the pretty significant demographic of teen fans on twitter to be at best condescending and at worst actively cruel.

it felt like a bunch of people who wrote shock fiction about a beloved cast of characters - something they were fully within their right to do, to be clear - but then could not handle the extremely predictable reception to it. my eventual homestuck reread is penciled in for 2029 and if i can bring myself to [re]read the epilogues at that time, im going to. we will see how my feelings change then

as for june egbert: love her, but this is once again soured by the way post-mspa era homestuck treats the concept of canonicity. john egbert is my number one favorite fictional character of all time. if you tell me "great news, she's a girl now" i am in fact overjoyed by that. i think its something that adds a lot of texture to the character. but i don't like people treating it like it's canon when it just simply isn't. i don't think you get points for portraying a transfem character until you have actually... portrayed a transfem character. i do not keep up with hs2 for reasons that are probably pretty obvious so i'm not sure if anything has changed, but to the best of my knowledge june egbert is not yet canonical there either. it's very frustrating.

but you see what i mean about canonicity: ignore the fact that we haven't discussed june egbert's gender in a single actual piece of fiction. the toblerone says she's real so she is! ignore the fact that the homestuck epilogues are official works that were on the shelves at barnes and fucking noble, they're "beyond canon" because weve put AO3 headers on. it feels like lategame homestuck treats canonicity like a switch it can flip completely independent of the works they are making, in whatever way is convenient for them. if the HS2 team (shoutout to floral, one of the best to ever do it and nobody deserves to be writing homestuck more than them) ever does get around to making june egbert canon, i will be standing by to pop bottles.

[adventures-in-mangaland]

Even More Dead Boy Detectives Fic Recs

I've discovered some amazing new authors since my last post! And writers I've already recced have published more great stories So here's another fic rec post!

Who? You mean your teammate in the Codependency World Cup? (series) by RoseGanymede95

I couldn't chose! They're all great! Basically a series of Edwin and Charles through the years and on cases pre-show. It scratches that adjusting-to-being-dead/newly-escaped-from-Hell itch and the authors writing is magic! It also fleshes out a really interesting conflict in the payneland dynamic: Charles' drive to protect Edwin at all costs clashing with Edwin's guilt over putting Charles at risk/depriving him of some ideal afterlife. Parts one and four also introduces Constantine/Johanna and part three revolves around an absolutely gut-wrenching temporary break-up. 😢

In Hell I'll Be in Good Company by laylabinx

Charles rescuing Edwin from Hell does not go smoothly. Just. Bucketloads of Trauma for both of them. And for you, the Reader. It's so good though!

your fangs in my neck (like an anchor like a vow) by shadowquill17

Vampire Edwin AU! It's great because it combines the (homo)eroticism of vampiric feeding with Charles' whole bisexual crisis and post-confession Edwin worrying about making Charles uncomfortable. Also Charles is some kind of demigod/immortal agent of divine vengeance which is an AMAZING detail and I desperately want to see some fanart!

The same author's ongoing story to the pain is also excellent though very angsty (cw temporary character death). I'm anxiously waiting for an update!

To Memory Now I Can't Recall by engineering_madonna

This is an amnesia fic and the most recent in an established relationship series. The first two installments feature the boys getting together and navigating their new relationship, so pulling the old 'character A forgets their whole romantic relationship with character B' trope hits especially hard! The whole series is lovely, but I am WEAK for temporary-amnesia.

Lemonade & Sunrises by paraph

A Quiet Place AU! The boys are alive, but they're the only ones. Very bleak but in a way that makes me want more!

1999 au (series) by websters_lieb

The boys figure their shit out in the 90s. Also, Edwin gets to read Maurice and queer theory. The cases in both stories are compelling and the author's writing and characterisation of the boys are excellent.

I also recommend offer me that deathless death which is about the boys' first meeting, Charles' funeral and the birth of the agency.

if I could reach the stars (i'd give them all to you) by ObsessedWithFandom

Charles falls first, Edwin falls harder. This is an AU of the author's excellent Charles' bisexual awakening fic, which I also highly recommend. It has lovely OCs and Charles having a sweet little friendship/romance with the boy he saved in canon, which actually makes his death a whole lot more tragic.

Came up from that lake of fire by ghostinthelibrary

Charles and Edwin get caught escaping Hell and promise to capture a demon-eating ghost called The Deathless in exchange for their freedom. With the added twist that they get to be alive again! An exciting case, high stakes and all the alive-again culture shocks and emotional/interpersonal drama you could ask for.

gig officially gigged by laiqualaurelote

Band AU! It shouldn't work but it does. Which might also be an in-universe review for the band tbh. Idk, I loved Edwin's massive obscure musical instruments and Charles being his unpaid roadie. Peak Found Family Feels.

No Rehearsing It, No Reversing It by DontOffendTheBees

Charles overthinks being in love with Edwin, my beloved. This time with increasingly flimsy pretexts for why they NEED to kiss. Just perfect Idiots in Love, no notes.

The Case of David Bowie's Made up Sexuality by williamvapespeare

The agency attempt to help a living lesbian couple deal with a haunting. Meanwhile, Charles struggles through his bisexual (re)awakening. With bonus past (living) Charles no-homo-ing himself to the nth degree. Pure of heart, dumb of ass, indeed.

The lamps are going out by CasiHuman

Vengeful Spirit Edwin AU! Has some interesting ghost lore and Edwin being convinced his touch is painful to Charles (love that trope!). Also features some of the author's adorable/hilarious fanart at the end.

just frame the halves (and call them brothers) by Anonymous

Crystal stumbles upon the ghost of Edwin's older brother, who hires the agency to free him and his platoon from the battleground they've been haunting. Case fic with interesting details about Edwin's family life and an awkward as hell family reunion.

the case of the very long ferry ride by obsceme

Sex pollen but with skin hunger, so it's more touching turned making out and hand jobs in a bathroom. Interesting use of ghost lore and it's cute and well written.

Form 239, Schedule L by sanctuary_for_all

Charles Rowland's Love Language is Acts of Service: The Fic. So many feels! Plus Afterlife worldbuilding and some quality Night Nurse rep.

don't go sharing your devotions (lay all your love on me) by Hephanna

The boys and Crystal accidentally summon an alternate universe version of Charles. He's very... handsy. Charles being jealous of himself is objectively hilarious and it looks like it could be heading towards throuple territory. Possibly even a foursome, if alternate Edwin figures out parallel universe travel. Which he probably will.

Still a Better Lovestory by Vamillepudding

Hanahaki disease! Charles is on the case but Edwin's being weirdly uncooperative about his own curse. I loved the worldbuilding (there's a whole sisterhood of washerwomen!) and the angst, plus the writing is excellent.

The author has also written Eternal Sunshine, in which Edwin is cursed to feel no love of any kind. It makes for an interesting character study, contrasting cursed Edwin, his public reserve and his actual personality.

[meanbossart]

I'm not sure if it's been asked before but first of all your writing skills are just incredible🤌 After reading "A Novel Experience" it was like scratching an itch that I couldn't quite reach after years of reading burnout. In summary I was genuinely interested in how have you improved and developed your writing skills? Like honestly your writing is so addictive and captivating that (respectfully) there just has to be some kind of exposure to expression through literature, or perhaps you are just simply into reading. (That's a lot of yap and sorry if it's personal in a way or another. Also thank you for inspiring me and other people alike, you are a phenomenal artist 🙏)

Oh, thank you! I am beyond flattered and I truly appreciate that you enjoy my writing so much. To be honest I am actually very dissatisfied with my work for about half of A Novel Experience - when I started it, I had no audience, I just wrote and posted the first chapter as an epilogue for the game since the canonical ending felt pretty abrupt (we didn't have the official epilogue with the extended dialogue or Wither's party back then).

Then, I just felt like I had more to say, so I kept writing and by chapter 4-5 I had this huge story plotted out. I wrote a lot of those early chapters very quickly, and often while a little drunk, and considered them rough outlines rather than a finished work. When the story and my art began picking up traction I started to put more effort into my style and presentation, which is why chapters take a LOT longer to write nowadays - but I can confidently say that I am very proud of everything that came after The Compound.

I'm not really a reader, I'd be surprised if I read more than 30 books in my entire 28 years of life, and frankly I only started to enjoy fantasy very recently through admiring many of the fromsoft games from afar, and of course by finally playing Baldur's Gate 3.

One thing I will say is that the fictional books I've read that really stuck with me - and that I would consider to have influenced the way I write - have all had very unorthodox styles. Blindness by Jose Saramago is page after page of overwhelming walls of texts that read like a slowing-down clock or an agonizingly tight turning of screws; Blood Meridian is a nearly incoherent babble written by a man who outgrew the need or patience for commas or proper sentence separation, who knowingly disregarded grammar for the sake of feel. The Consumer is a collection of borderline pornographic and horrible, horrible stories where every character is abstracted into a wider social phenomenon, point of view is irrelevant and there is no line between narrative, dissertation, or poem.

Unlike the aforementioned works and their authors, I'm not talented (or crazy) enough as a writer to COMPLETELY forego construction and grammar, but I do feel perfectly confident in prioritizing feeling and flow over what is "correct" and experimenting with text in the same way I would on a drawing. I don't think any of this makes me good at it, but hopefully it makes it interesting or unique enough to stand out. It also means that, despite disliking those first few chapters, I don't really mind having them out there, since my purpose with them was to just have fun and try to capture "a vibe" rather than show myself off as some sort of wordsmith.

Well then, I've definitely outyapped you so we're even now. Hopefully this was interesting in the slightest!