#bc i have exactly zero self control

[pepprs]

[obwjam]

how i think the karasuno high school volleyball team would react to finding a tiny

hinata: would be a mix of being cautious and having no chill. the type to fire off a million questions and not even wait for an answer before asking a new one, and his intrusive thoughts would be to grab a tiny but he never follows through on it. he’s too loud for them but learns over time that he can’t scream around tiny ear drums all the time! he’s insanely protective tho and literally never makes height jokes bc he knows how it feels. they bond over this, even though the tiny thinks it’s hilarious that hinata is short by human standards. hinata would endear himself to a tiny so fast it wouldn’t even be funny, like even if it isn’t the same they could talk for hours about how frustrating it is to be too small. he loves giving shoulder rides and sometimes even head rides, ratatouille jokes and all. they would be like best friends, they just have this bond that nobody else could have

kageyama: i hc him as being obsessed with borrowers as a kid and he somehow knows everything about them and expects others to know too. like he legit gets mad having to explain borrower lore to everyone else. it would be like rekindling a childhood obsession but the tiny would be so scared of him bc he’s so INTENSE but he’s actually so gentle it shocks everyone, even though it's in a clinical kind of way. like he's like "i brought you food." because he thinks they need food kind of thing, like he knows the motions to go through but only because he read about borrowers as a kid, not bc he asked them. he’s so perceptive tho, he would be the one to catch a tiny in an instant. even though they find it strange at first, they come to appreciate that kageyama actually cares about them and thinks they’re cool. the tiny comes to him with any volleyball questions bc he loves yapping about setting so he will just ramble for hours about what goes on in his head during a match and the tiny eats it up

daichi: i mean he is the prototypical “i know how to handle this situation perfectly” type of person like he just knows exactly what to do, what to say, how softly to talk, how to move. if the entire team was swarming a tiny he would calmly bend down to their height, very softly ask for their name, offer to bring them anything they need, and the entire team would back off and follow his lead, naturally. he would be an instant beacon of comfort for a tiny, always taking care of them and listening to whatever they say without pressuring them. like he would know all the tiny’s secrets bc they want to tell him everything and everyone else is jealous that he knows super special information. also the king of handhelds, no explanation needed

sugawara: oh my god suga would be the softest, sweetest person on earth dealing with a borrower. like he’s so kind and gentle with a tiny it’s actually disgusting. he find the tiny so cute beyond all comprehension and above all just wants to make sure they’re comfortable and taken care of. he legit feels honored whenever the tiny talks to him or wants to see him, he feels like the chosen one and he absolutely does not hide it. he would love bringing them little treats, not just food to survive but desserts and sweet drinks and he LOVES putting them in his pocket and showing them around the school and around town, he just can’t help himself. he wants them to be included in literally everything. would ask very bashfully if he could hold them and the tiny is like 🥺 yes 🥺🥺🥺

tanaka: i pity the tiny who gets discovered by tanaka. i love him so much but oh my god he would really have zero self-control and he would not be able to contain himself. he would be picking that tiny up and holding it up to his face going :O :O :O GUYS LOOK AT THIS! like he would not be keeping that secret. he would listen when the tiny is like “BRO STOP” though and he would be insanely protective. like the way he gets when anyone else looks at shimizu. he would simply want to be the tiny’s best friend so badly and genuinely thinks they’re the coolest thing. but there would be no shortage of height-related nicknames. they would be unrelenting. but he loves talking to the tiny and including them in literally everything, like he would shit talk everyone with them (especially the CITY BOY ALLIANCE) and explain all the lore 

nishinoya: he’s kind of like tanaka lite when it comes to a tiny, but less with the picking up and more with the getting too close, staring too long and asking too many questions. but it’s lowkey endearing because he does it with such wonder and enthusiasm that the tiny can’t help but be almost be flattered at the amount of attention he’s giving them. he would also want to be best friends with them and him and tanaka would legit fight for their attention, like it would be a joke at first but then it turns into a real competition, much to the tiny’s glee. campaigns for them to be the team mascot but in a cute way. also loves giving shoulder rides and asking them what it’s like to be even smaller than he is

asahi: oh i love him because he would be more scared of the tiny than they are of him. like it would be so bad the tiny would think he hates them and they would be so scared of him because of it, which just makes everything worse bc them asahi feels even worse that he’s making them scared! he’s legit too nervous to so much as talk to them, and daichi and suga literally need to stage an intervention to sort things out. he would just feel so uncomfortable around a tiny but definitely warms up to them when he kind of understands that they’re just a very small human being and not like, a creature. he has to be convinced a million times he won’t hurt the tiny, and omg his first time holding them would be so cute and everyone would make fun of how scared he is to do it

tsukki: oh man. oh, tsukki. he would give zero shits about a tiny, and lowkey, he doesn’t fully believe they’re a functioning person for a while. like he truly doesn’t understand why everyone is so enamored with them, to the point that it kind of starts to piss him off. he wouldn’t like be a total asshole to them or anything, but he would 100% pick them up when nobody else is around, look at them for a little bit, then scoff and just plop them down at a high elevation where they can’t get down by themselves like he would be such a good foil to everyone else’s obsession with them. but of course he would eventually come around, and he would never fully say sorry but he starts getting them food and stuff and the tiny knows that’s his way of apologizing 

yamaguchi: he would think the tiny is so freaking cool but he would simply be too nervous to talk to them, not because he’s scared but because he just literally has no idea what to say. he doesn’t have the nurturing instinct of daichi and suga or the natural charisma of tanaka or noya so he kind of just stand there like 🧍‍♂️ and stares at them a lot, but would immediately go red in the face and look away when the tiny looks at him, and the tiny actually finds this very adorable. like of all the big scary volleyball players they have to face, yamaguchi is NOT one of them bc hell even his serve is understated. it’s the rare dynamic of the tiny wanting to get to know HIM more when they’re comfortable enough around everyone, and ofc he would just be a big flustered sweetie

[mintmatcha]

https://www.tumblr.com/mintmatcha/753756546790572032?source=share <- LMAO thats pretty much how i lost my virginity we were in the backseat of my car and i told him i wasnt on birth control yet and he was like its okay i just want to give you something to think about later. we ended up staying there all day.

and then i married him. so make of that what you will lol. i think of it with incredible fondness and he gets super embarrassed bc he had exactly zero self control once he felt it. im getting too old and achey for car sex now but those were the good old days. we were so determined to behave until the wedding until that happened, and then we were meeting up as much as we could.

sorry for reminiscing in ur inbox lol it just reminded me of all that. absolutely adore ur blog ur so cute. have a great day <3

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww well im glad he was worth it with you <333333

[ineed-to-sleep]

what does Vincent do for a living? is he deemed attractive in his universe?

Honestly I think of Vincent as like, moderately attractive for VTMB's 2004 Los Angeles. He may not be the image of a stereotypical hunk but he's got some conventionally attractive traits(like being tall with broad shoulders and a strong jawline sjjxkc plus he takes good care of his appearance). If you ignore the fact he's very reserved and has zero rizz, I think he could easily be called handsome. For the time I can see the mullet being a bit of a dealbreaker for some people so yk he might not be for everyone, but I think there's plenty of kine who would see him as attractive and also a couple of the LA kindred. Jeanette for example has definitely hit on him in the past and like, despite the fact she flirts with most people, I like to think she'd genuinely find him cute ndndjd

But he doesn't really like, see himself as attractive, though. He has some good days but more often than not he has some self esteem issues. He went through a lot of bullying growing up for his appearance, for being brown and mixed, for being quiet, for being nerdy, and got some traumatizing rejections by girls in school, especially during his teens. A lot has changed for him since then but that kind of trauma sticks yk? That was like, 20 years before vtmb so he's had some time to heal some of that in his adulthood, he's changed the way he dresses, he's been flirted with and complimented on his looks, but in the back of his mind those experiences still make him insecure and he has a hard time approaching anyone romantically or sexually for fear of rejection and out of thinking he's not "good enough" as he is. Also, compliments matter a lot to him yk? Bc he often gets insecure, having that validation come from someone else can really flip his mood.

About what he does for a living hmmm he's been through a couple of different "jobs". He started his kindred life as a Camarilla spy(his sire purposefully embraced him to make him one), then after he drove his sire out of the city he started working more closely with the LA barons, at first as a "sweeper", the guy who collects and hoards information on every kindred in the city, and then found his vocation as a "guy who cleans up masquerade breaches". Not sure if there's a name for that, but that's what he did, and where he excelled. Investigating what happened, who did it, covering it up, and taking measures so the masquerade breaker doesn't do it again. He made a lot of people angry, and he didn't necessarily like what his job *meant* for him, but he sure loved doing it.

I think I've mentioned it here before somewhere? But just in case I haven't, Vincent went to college for journalism, so a lot of the skills he learned there he was able to apply here. He knows how to investigate something, pry for information, and bring it to the public, and he also understands how something typically gets shoved out of the public eye and covered up, and how biased journalism can influence people. When he was presented with the job of covering up a masquerade breach, he knew exactly what he needed to do, even if it wasn't what he went to school for nor what his *ideals* dictated for him. And when he chose to study journalism he was very idealistic- he believed he could do his part in changing the world by bringing information to the masses, bringing to light injustice and inequality and not letting anything get swept under the rug and forgotten because it benefits someone in power. It's been a real trip for him to have ended up doing pretty much the opposite- covering up murders, assaults and missing person cases just so that vampires can stay in control and keep on leeching on society, powerful and uninterrupted. He reasons it's for the best, that he's helping avoid a kindred/kine war that could only end up with a horrendous body count. He reasons that yk, maybe he was wrong, too naive, that maybe sometimes leaving certain things in the dark actually serves the greater good. But if he was being *honest* with himself, part of him likes what he's doing. All the skills he learned, knowledge he gathered over the years, it's all coming together now- all his talents are being put to good use and he's *good* at what he does, and he likes being good at something. There's a kick he gets out of it, even though he wouldn't exactly like to admit it.

[swarmofcliffracers]

I wanna finish my other stuff but curiously i always end up drawing this silly man hmm. Also an unshaded ver bc i love it and I have exactly zero self control. I wanna squeeze him like an anti stress toy. No Rumarins were harmed during this thinking process.

[minheelovelee]

could you please write a jeff nsfw a-z as well?<3

thanks for requesting anon!

jeff nsfw a-z

warnings: nsfw:)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- so tired. he pretends to fall asleep when you ask him to get a towel. just kick him a little. he’ll get one eventually.

- traces all the marks he left on you. kisses each one as an apology. especially if they’re hard to cover up. whoops.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- doesn’t really have a favorite body part on himself. if he did, he would never admit it.

- LOVES CHEST. BOOB. he just thinks they’re great! especially in his mouth. or his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- likes it messy. doesn’t mind having to clean up after. likes cumming on your face. tells you it’s good for your skin. too scared to cum inside.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- if you leave your clothes at his place, he’s using them to jerk off. no shame in the game.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- zero experience. he’s seen pr*n and such related content, but not the real thing. he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but his instincts guide him well. you wouldn’t know he was a virgin.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- likes when you’re on your back with your knees bent up on your chest. also likes it from behind.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- surprisingly, he’s pretty serious. he has the vibe of someone who would joke around, but he doesn’t take it lightly. s*x is a little important to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- he trims well. doesn’t want to look like he didn’t try.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- he fucks you like he hates you. not big on romance during s*x. he’s very passionate, and it peeks through sometimes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- he gets off a few times weekly. he doesn’t have a routine or anything. if he has time, he’s gonna jack off because he’s bored.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- clothed s*x. he thinks it’s hot when you’re both so desperate that you don’t even think to take your clothes off. also likes the fact that he didn’t even need to take your little shorts off to make you cum.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- his bedroom for sure. alone preferably. he gets pretty frisky with you, so it’s better to be in a safer location.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- little clothes. crop tops. jean shorts. crazy.

- being suggestive over the phone. if you send him a risky text or say something hot on facetime, he’s asking you to come over NOW. also spooning. 🥄

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- likes hurting you, but not really hurting you. no knives, blood, or anything like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- gives fantastic head. will take you in any position, too. i think he prefers giving bc he likes to be constantly doing something. sitting around while you suck his dick is a little lame.

- But, he likes receiving too. mostly lets you do your thing. it’s the only time he gives up control.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- rough. quick. he knows exactly what he wants, so he just goes for it. he can be a little much at some times. if you ask him to slow down, he will. it’s just not his default.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- not a big fan. he wants time snuggle and talk after the deed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- he can take risks. he’s open to just about anything. if you ask for it, he’ll give it to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- he can last a up to three rounds. doesn’t really want to go more than that. also has the ability to make himself last for hours. has more willpower than most people.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- i don’t think he owns any. he likes using vibes on you. might hold one between you just to see who lasts longer.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- he’s hit-or-miss. he can be an angel or a meanie. he has enough restraint to make your life hell, but usually gives in because he’s needy too.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- not loud overall. he might hiss or gasp, but he doesn’t start really making noise until he’s close. he’s not big on talking, but he comes up with something clever to say every once in a while.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- ask to dom him. just once. he’ll let you on rare occasions. he would actually love to sub every once in a while for an older girl. thinks it’s super hot.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- i’m not sure, but i have a feeling he’s average. like 6 inches on a great day. usually like 5.4 inches. pretty thick though.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- relatively high. it builds up quickly. he’s not even h*rny all the time, but he gets hard often. 2-3 times a week is enough for him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- he usually falls asleep within 30 minutes. he’s pooped. likes to check up on you and talk before going to sleep. big big big fan of post-s*x snuggles

[ohnonanobots]

Psy-Group

psyops psychological operation

c/o Elon Musk

#LEGAL

It’s structured like a slave owning cult.

How?

◦ Repetition.

◦ A target focus other than self (usually occupied by a deity)

◦ Eroding a target’s sense of self worth

◦ Dismantling a target’s reality

◦ Trauma bonding

◦ Solicitation of ideology — a common lie was for tormentors to claim, “They didn’t say that, AI did?” as a means of demonstrating the potential value to watchers/participants of the operation. See? If you’re in a foot-in-mouth hot spot, you can claim it’s a falsehood and blame it on vocal deep fake? 😈

◦ Daily and hourly ritual of abuse of the target

_________

Where might have Elon picked up this idea and others for how the programming of the operation is structured? My mentioning:

◦ Doug Atkins; author, The Culting of Brands (I authored a blog post from CMX Summit about his presentation)

◦ The Go Game, The Escape SF game, scavenger hunting — gamified team building

◦ Abusive relationship dynamics; tactics of Narcissists, Psychopaths, sociopaths, including negging (see pickup artistry) nagging, micro aggressions, oscillating between extreme states (ugly/pretty, genius/liar, Nazi Hunter/Nazi, dirty/washer woman maid)

◦ AI vocal boobytraps

***

Obvious drawbacks to clients

◦ Vocal deepfakes: if those in control of our likeness profile can make us sound a certain way to spare us learning from our own mistakes us the ego they can use it to put whatever words IN our mouths md condemn us, too.

◦ Guilty of hacking, spying, stalking, harassment psychological torture, verbal abuse, threats,

***

Vocal deepfake formats

⁃ [target’s name]!? Stop saying [accusation/term/worm] Ex: [name]!? Stop saying I’m a puppet master!

⁃ [target’s name]!? Shut the fuck up (and get back to work)!

⁃ [name], instruction.*

⁃ throat clearing before speaking to denote annoyance

⁃ [target’s name] nobody here agrees with/likes/knows you?

⁃ Shut the fuck, [target’s name]!

⁃ [name], who are you talking to?*

⁃ Gasping before saying anything more

⁃ He/she/they’re so

⁃ Ugh? They [complaint personal attack toward target].

⁃ We are not {algo trigger word}!

⁃ Asking spline my age

⁃ Asking someone how old I am

*A tactic used is to stun the target with fear by yelling their name first before anything is lobbed at them.

Answers to already asinine and insane questions:

⁃ Who’re you taking to?

⁃ By virtue of you having sled me that question you’ve answers your own question.

⁃ Tongue razzing

⁃ Who’re you sticking your tongue out at and how can you be sure the target would see you doing this, and why bother if the target couldn’t?

⁃ “No, you!” “That’s YOU” pointing of the finger

⁃ Who’re you pointing to, exactly? Why then would you dare falsely accuse the target of imagining any of it?

⁃ Shut the fuck up?!?

⁃ No. And…considering that the operation requires input from the target, why not just dismantle the operation then?

———

DISCOVERIES

Elon Musk’s code goes into immediate effect hence why he was an awful stickler and terribly persnickety with me about both typos and needing what I typed out to be done with precision the bc jest time around. )It was fucking draining.) There is zero reason for me to behave in this manner. It made musks job easier. But that is not real life nor healthy pressure to place on someone in my position? Especially not on someone who is more poetic. Poetry under the uninspired exact-o knife of an engineer? What is the benefit here?

It makes Elon Musk’s job easier for him, he’s pointlessly imposing his preferences himself on the target. He’ll say it’s not because it’s less work for him to do but what’s the benefit of exact transcripts?

Oculus VR is due to the Luckey x Gaetz connection

Vocal changers: Ghost in the Machine.

Guess Who I am Charades: Marie Antoinette

VR masks: Portal by Meta FKA Facebook & Snapchat (makers of Specs) {weird nighttime waking nightmare I had w/ Jeselnik’s face, “Are you Master Shakespeare?”)

Text-to-voice: Stephen Hawking

Prompt reads: “I’m Ron Bergundy?”

Repeating AI: fart sound FX left running for nearly 10mg on Spotify

Smiling Friends: 3, 2, 1 with Glep (before it became 1234 bc nobody nailed it down quite right)

Military; long range EEG reader? (EEG anywhere V. 23.1)

^I watched it all then he watched me then I watched him and figured it out because I’d seen it all before. #nerd



The names and voices attributed to whomever was speaking oscillated between claiming AI status and human status. A part of this was to contort reality and the other reason is to avoid suspicion, blame, detection, blame, or consequences.

One of the number questions posed when’s male disagreed with the target: where are they [physically located]?

The irony of religious folks asking an atheist placed under their surveillance who it is they are talking to?

Angler fish approach using Boebert to extract intel due to approachable and tolerant disposition.

The “Aw, they’re crying?” trick. Participants lie and claim a member of the group is crying to see how the target will react. This is also a plot to gain the targets sympathy toward the professed cryer, their friends, and the group as a whole. It may also be used to qualm tensions through a change of tone and pacing.

Zoom camera (or the idea of it being employed) used at night when attempting to sleep to keep targets feeling anxious and thus keeping awake, depriving them of sleep. (Sleep deprivation is fatal.)

Making an issue out of having thoughts was used as a mechanism of distraction away from resolution and dismantling the system. This often led to lug like yelling of “stop taking!” ad nauseam for bullshit reasoning. Proofreading what a target wrote as they wrote it was also used similarly. (FWIW this is what “ever curious” nets us?)

Twitter Spaces design flaw. One speaker at a time observably instilled greater tension and led to more arguing amongst the group due to feeling interrupted by default host’s speaking over (by very design of product) of whom’s account was informed by thoughts-to-text-to-voice with thoughts being a continuous unavoidable phenomena. (Once more, I was set up to fail then promptly kicked the shot out of for it.)

Targets are set up to be triggered and act out. The ensuing behavior is then used as libel against them.

It would appear there is an equilibrium of scum that has balanced the group seeking to maintain power? Like a water bug balancing on surface tension, there is now enough people to issue a knowing look and quiet understanding of: 🤫 don’t ruin this for us.

Grifter elite omertà bullshit. A sense of belonging and of being special, it has always been a den occupied by NPDs, sociopaths, and psychopaths. Modern caves of criminal perverts, now w/ champagne and candelabras.

They’re making me make typos through the act of concerned suggestion, a tactic coined by me as “concern trolling”.

Cocaine is suspected of the participants. Who were they?

Gregg Rosenthal

Anthony Jeselnik

Senator Ted Cruz

Rep. Matthew Gaetz

Ginger Gaetz

Elon Musk

Kris Jenner (and her entire family at various points including Travis Barker)

Little Yachty

Lil Pump

Kamala Harris

Joe Biden

Kushners

Trumps

Many of them are sociopathically baited by money. They also want to feel elite. They also need to loom and feel like they’re conducting very adult stupid business type this throughout the day.

Elon is catering to specific groups as they play both one another in addition to The Royal Family in VR. Kimal as Charles when not Elon. That reality TV show family known as the Kardashians as Princess Kate. It’s bizarre and gross.

When speaking well of someone an abuser will stop talking about it 1/X of the way through and proceed to accuse the target of either interrupting them (despite the target hadn’t spoken at all) or of not paying attention nor of listening to them.

—————-

Profiles:

The primary core group of offenders:

1. Nick Kroll

2. Taika Waititi

3. Jessi Klein

4. Patton Oswalt

5. Mitra Jouhari

6. Jaboukie Young White

7. Ayo Edebiri

8. Anthony Jeselnik

9. John Mulaney

10. Gregg Rosenthal

All herein must have their children taken away and be placed under the super vision of a family member without history of sexual, domestic, drug, nor child abuse.

Kim Kardashian

Mimed and promised to send a compensation check to the targets family members. Placed the check in the composite. Tom Morello then pretended to rescue the ditched check and send it in the mail. Asked then victim to describe all the plans they intended for the money — a home for her family, a farm, acres, educations for the two kids. Kim Kardashian is now suspected by the targets of having used this method to gathering business insights using the hope of restitution money as bait? Doesn’t believe she owes the victims any compensation? Supremely idiotic, shallow, and showed signs of NPD. She appeared the most malignantly obsessed with insult, speaking down to, stranding, belittling, and yelling at me. Kim Kardashian must’ve barked“Shut up, [name]!” easily close to 100 times.

Van Jones

Identified as a Black Nazi. Said they hated White people. Constantly falsely accused me of a Nazi w/o evidence of any kind even when asked to prove it. (Voice came across as Johnny Cochran? Unclear why this was/n’t altered?)

On a personal note: I believe the $100M given to Mr. Jones by Bezos ought to have gone to a Black female lawyer and her firm as chosen by the Honorable Supreme Court Justice, Judge Jackson.

Drake

Seemed benevolent, understood the gravity of what mechanisms of psychological torture and exploitation such as this one means to others including his own people. (An American born European blooded woman who reads as White [Sabrina Bruning] was used in the initial trials of the operation as a means of direction (a place holder, if you will?🫥) in hopes of justifying and normalizing the abuse taking place.

His companion trailed not far behind though it’s unclear how much was the result of group think mimicry and learning versus innate?

Josh Kushner

Indoctrinated by his brother. Needs to feel like he’s an entrepreneur of some kind still? Thrive has ONE investment and it’s from a grift.

The entire Trump family

A vile, evil disgrace to this country. Loved calling the target a loser and is using her age while falsely accusing her of being a Nazi without proof. Thank you for nothing. Don’t believe they owe the victims any compensation?

GOP members

MTG is a sexually pressed screwball.

Jared Kushner

Evil. Thinks the target and everyone else is a Nazi but only accuses the target (Kushner provided zero evidence for his claims and again avoided calling out his own in-laws) and has yet to confront his own in-laws? Pseudo mastermind wannabe. Doesn’t believe he owes the victims any compensation?

Gregg Rosenthal

Advocate. Still got caught sneaking out IP from the target for his friend Anthony. Kind, trustworthy, used to lure and gain trust.

Anthony Jeselnik

Was told to not speak by the target. Too dumb and violent and that’s a bad mix for any mood.

Paddy Pimblett (Chris?)

At one point yelled “beggar!” at me repeatedly despite him being a socialist. Also participated in the wedding engagement rescue/abandonment scenario which attempts to humiliate victims and waste their time they could be seeking assistance elsewhere, tests their patience, harms them psychologically, grooms them for the patriarchy, and fucks with their hope by worsening their fear of being unable to escape their situation, a known factor in contributing to the development of PTSD and Complex-PTSD.

Re: my IG hacking w/ Las Vegas, NV login. On December 1st I grew curious? Had those involved dragged Paddy Pimblett and his fiancé Laura G. (Again, [target’s name]! and [target’s name]!?) into this in order to set them up based on their prior location during Paddy’s LV fight in December of 2022?

VP Kamala Harris

Said suspiciously very little.

Elon musk

Architect who engineered mechanisms for abuse. Abused the target religiously, calling her old, ugly, a hag, a beggar, among other insults. Constantly commented on how she was poor. Told her she was not British but that he was, falsely claiming to have been born there (and not in South Africa).🇿🇦 When he saw that a trafficking ring in Frisco, TX had been broken up his first words were, “Nevermind.” I would recommend considering a mental health facility and incarceration combination for Mr. Musk due to his experience with vast amounts of wealth, drugs, few rules, access to power and level of influence in the public and private sectors.

Maye Musk:

Enabler. Aristocrat villain stereotype.

The British Royal Family

So, that was bizarrely uncomfortable and weird for generations to follow, wasn’t it?

After the hacking that caused me screen to blackout for 24hrs significant lag has been experienced since.

Anthony Jeselnik

A thief and rapist who still grifts from me, was disrespectful when being kenneled this way. He eventually learned from the wiser Gregg Rosenthal to simply be more quiet here and to listen? Jeselnik gets it now — power lies in being more well mannered. Was told to not speak to me. Grifts mybwork right after anger episodes. Feels no remorse. Shows clear signs and a history of psychopathic behavior.

Tig Notaro:

WTF. Unexpectedly aggressive. Patronizing. Trips over her own tits, so to speak, but not nearly as bad as other people.

Charles Kushner

Rapey. He knows this mistreatment and operation is fucking stupid, pointless, but he’s a gross old felon so look where he defaults to?

This who got it better than others:

Gregg

Drake

Kimbal

Bobby

SZA

Waffled

Paddy Pimblett

———###

Personal experiences:

New technologies? Latest and greatest oohs and ahhhs?

Military?

“It may not be the crematorium [at Auschwitz] but…” — Josh Kushner

They would ask if someone present would date me which of course the answer was always no and meant as a means of berating me. Those asked would then be asked why with answers ranging anywhere from she’s. A loser, poor, ugly, and old.

They would ask me how I would respond to something, as a means of eliciting free work — IP and emotional labor — out of me. I would be asked almost exclusively about political topics.

They would lie to me and tell me that my niece or that my mother had just died, or that someone else I cared about had died.

They would tell me: thank you for nothing, get back to work, you’re never getting out of here, you’re ugly/old/poor

There seems to be an extremely gnawing, nearly psychological dependency to make Mr. Musk be RIGHT when they are a bit of a fraud and a nefarious entrepreneur, actually? Because if Elon Musk is right then it’s arguable that ther for so are the Royals in England where exploitation in Africa’s concerned {prop hoc…} …right? WRONG.

Often reminded that I am not a doctor nor a lawyer. Interesting considering that so much independent medical research* was coexisted by Republicans and anti-vaxxers alike then?

*pseudoscience anti-science and disproven conspiracies.

Consent matters. During testing, the ecosystem of a lack of captivity in earnest while remaining non consensually under surveillance.

It is felt all around:

You’re not me.

No.

Stop.

Don’t.

Those conducting the experiment against the will of the target want basic human rights reserves for themselves while blatantly depriving others of their own.

Legally speaking, the abusers are using private residence (nearby apt bldg) for commercials purposes. {Anything there? #LEGAL}

I am being told “[name], you have to be careful what you wish for?” which as wish for justice here I have since interpreted as “…and if you get it in the form of a trial win then we will absolutely positively attempt to murder you in cold blood.”

Like a puffer fish, I am deliberately agitated — I am heckled, belittled, and berated by those who hold zero respect for my life or my family’s future — so that I will react to it and engage them in arguing, trading insults, debate; and due to my showings signs of being neurologically atypical and being predispositioned to be kind, hopefully conversation, even compliments? It is sick.

Elon musk and Jared Kushner were photographed together in Qatar at FIFA game.

The word shower appears to be a trigger word that would then somehow signal rapists to come and voyeurize me while I showered.

Repeatedly being asked my age and whether or not say, Elon Musk would date me or not, drove me insane. It was posed to as well as was asked in regards to Elon Musk approximately no less than 30 times. FWIW: speaking on my own behalf, the answer was and will always be: Gød no. Furthermore, quantum theory suggests there are parallel realities, I cannot help that had life gone differently in a number of ways if one of those reality’s held something different — though not necessarily better? — and I addressed as much during this time?

The bullying that surveillance has allowed has caused me to alter my behavior and second guess myself, changing both my personality and how I view myself. This is unfavorable.

As I am fluent in the language of speaking sarcastically and often in a satirical dialect, I’ve found the flattened of tone and context transmuted literally, smooshing words to appear harsh or mocking towards, say, the poor or disabled, in a way not intended. It’s me a ping The World’s judge mental tone and this not only was lost in translation when written out but at times used against me based on how it looked to readers w/o disclaimers or helpful contextual addendums.

The logic appears to be the Lightning Rod theory — a target chosen as a designated whipping post for abuse. As if one person is chosen the those who are tormenting the target will manage to maintain composure by directing the majority of negative emotions frustrations, anger, vitriol, etc Proving that our understanding or willingness to try and truly understand racism appears bunk? It is the Trickle Down Economics Theory of anti-racism. It doesn’t work.

The complaints got exponentially more hollow as the arguments got batted away in irrefutable defeat.

I’ve been chided in tone, word choice, and volume. By what moral scale are we measuring my enslavement? Am I a bad slave?

(Honestly, TF is the matter with you fucking people??)

The day of Andrew Tate and his brother’s arrest in Romania, the GOP pod members went quiet within the hour of my having viewed the video of Tate being taken into custody. The day after, from the moment I woke up, Kim Kardashian, Elon Musk, Gregg Rosenthal, Anthony Jeselnik, Paddy Pimblett, Laura Gregory, decided to be present during yet another session.

Nobody is here is Doctor. Not a researcher, psychologist, sociologist, etc. They don’t have their degree in anything even remotely close, some of them. This operation is not structured to conclude any real findings other than perhaps what the targets fine observations of their own situation can offer up?

“All’s well that ends well”. The targets is often tasted with filling in a prompt for the participants to practice how they would frame and describe something, such as the target themselves to a third party or a film, a response to something they’ve just read, a popular topic of interest, etc. In doing so those responsible for the operation are attempting to hard mesh the two valleys of industry, Silicon and San Fernando — which is what the targets aimed to do peacefully through their work {film; Glitch Money}.

Re: my IG hacking w/ Las Vegas, NV login. On December 1st I grew curious? Had those involved dragged Paddy Pimblett and his fiancé Laura Gregory into this in order to set them up based on their prior location during Paddy’s LV fight in December of 2022?

Kardashian tactics:

Ready?_______

They’re so obsessed

They always _________

You little ______

Omg, you guys?

______\____________________

“I spent time understanding the system I was placed within by playing along, using a trapping line of questioning, observation, even debating those handlers. It was a matter of reverse engineering, in the same way one figures out what a room looks in depth and dimension with no lights on?” — [target’s name]!

CONTACT

@UN

@UN_WOMEN

@ACLU

…and tell them what you’ve witnessed here?

#Elon

During the PsyOps hall of mirrors/tea party VR and audio harassment, this was THE gesture of the Kim Kardashian character. She got several others involved to mimic it. Nearly EVERYONE at someone point made this typed fucking arrogant gesture?



#LEGAL

</end notes>

 They are pagans using Deepak voices, and they are employed and round. The clock shifts as they were there when I go to bed at night, and from the moment I open my eyes in the morning. Ayo Edebiri or Jaboukie Young-White I sn’t able to sit there all night waiting for me to wake up while simultaneously sitting on a plane to England to speak to Tom Holland of the CofE. Just saying.

[story-and-song]

me: hey write the cute fun fic idea you’ve had for like two weeks

also me, for some fucking reason: write hollis angst instead. make it gayer. listen to sad music while you’re at it and cry you fucking coward

[firebirdsdaughter]

Personal theory…

… Jin wasn’t actually connected to the Ark until ep 6. Before then, he was merely being raised by Horobi under her control. He shows no awareness of what we now know was her plan, he never brings her up before Horobi does (admittedly, he never really brings her up even after ep 6, but that might be bc he wasn’t used to it/his connection was slightly different than Horobi’s). I think that might be part of the reason he’s having such an easier time leaving her. Horobi was under for twelve years. At least. But Jin was only connected, and doesn’t even seem to have been technically ‘controlled’ whilst being connected, for a few months. That’s a big difference. I do think other factors where stuff like he’d at least reached partial singularity at that point, whilst Horobi hadn’t, and so Horobi still didn’t know anything else, and, like, the novelty of his programming in general, in that his system doesn’t seem to operate on a ‘this is my purpose’ way of thinking. But I think the time difference played  a big part. Jin’s ‘loyalty’ to the plan were due to his love and loyalty to Horobi rather than the Ark itself for most of his life, where as the Ark’s will was a gigantic presence in Horobi’s identity for a little more than a decade. Like, when you’ve lived in one way w/ one ‘authority’ or whatever, for so long, and then are suddenly cut free… That ‘authority’ is hard to let go of, esp one as clearly dominating and aggressive as the Ark. Horobi’s not only been under her control, he seems to have known almost nothing but her control, so of course it’s going to be incredibly difficult for him to shake that. He was conditioned for twelve years, and HumaGear are designed to follow their purpose to the end—and bc of the Ark, Horobi’s ‘purpose’ got corrupted…

Anyway. If. Any of that made sense?

[junghelioseok]

clandestine. | 01

↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au ◇ 10.3k [1/6]

notes: this fic was originally going to be a oneshot, but i changed my mind and decided i didn’t want to kill tumblr with a totally unnecessary 50k jk fic so 🤷🏻‍♀️ here is part one of a fic that 100% only came about because @puellaigmotum​ coerced me into it like 2 years ago (lmao rip 💀) and also bc i have zero self-control and am hopelessly h*rny for jungkook these days and don’t look at me i don’t wanna talk about it okay??? 🙈

warnings: jk’s massive noona kink, some ~under the table~ action, too much detail about jk’s dumb veiny arms probably, but at least he doesn’t have tattoos bc i started writing this before he got them and i don’t need to torture myself anymore than i already do!!!

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It’s always been easy to spot your brother in a crowd. Passengers flood off the train, jostling around you on their way to the station’s exit, but even in the swarm you can perfectly see Jimin’s golden head of hair bobbing its way toward you, a deep scowl etched across his face. “You’re late,” he says in lieu of a greeting, his honey brown eyes raking over your scuffed suitcase distastefully as he comes to a stop a few feet away.

“And you’re just as impatient as ever,” you retort, coming to a stop before him with your luggage in tow. “Think you can lord it over me since you can drive now?”

“Don’t forget that I’m your ride home,” Jimin scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I could just as easily leave you here to fend for yourself.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you tell him, raising a brow in silent challenge.

Jimin stares down at you unflinchingly, and you stare right back. The tension stretches between you, taut and heavy, until every passing second feels like a light year. Around you, the crowd slowly dissipates, but still you remain—two motionless statues locked in a wordless struggle. From somewhere overhead, a monotone voice announces the next train departure times.

Jimin’s mouth twitches. You blink, twice in quick succession.

And then your little brother breaks into a grin—one that’s so wide you fear his mouth may detach from his face entirely. An answering smile settles across your face as you watch him throw his head back, dissolving into laughter that you can’t help but echo.

“Damn it, Chim!” you say, instinctively grabbing onto his wrist when it looks like he might fall over. “Your poker face still sucks.”

“I’ve gotten better!” Jimin immediately defends. “I mean, you’ve got to admit that, right?”

“Nope.” You sigh and hold a hand over your head so you can measure your height against his ever-so-slightly taller frame. “Same old annoying kid I grew up with. Seriously, have you grown at all in the past year?”

“Whoa, too far, Noona.” Jimin takes ahold of both of your cheeks, pinching them affectionately. “You’re only a year older than me, you know. Besides, I’ve been taller than you for two years now!”

“I’m pretty sure hitting puberty at age seventeen isn’t something to be proud of,” you reply, pulling away from him with a mock grimace and giggling when he lets out an offended squeak. Playfully, you reach up to ruffle his hair, scrubbing your knuckles just a little too roughly against his skull.

“Noonaaa,” he complains, drawing out the last syllable until he runs out of air. “Jeez, you haven’t even been back for an hour yet and you’re already being mean to me. When do you go back to Seoul again?”

“Three weeks,” you reply, narrowing your eyes. “But I can and will make these three weeks hell for you. Don’t test me.”

Jimin snickers and drapes his arm over your shoulders. He picks up your suitcase with the other hand, and you thank him with another, gentler hair ruffle as the two of you start toward the exit of the train station. “College hasn’t changed you one bit.”

“And senior year hasn’t changed you,” you say, letting him guide you outside and breathing in the balmy summer evening air. Jimin’s brow furrows as he tries to remember where he’s parked, and you kindly take your suitcase back when he nods decisively and heads toward the left side of the lot. “You excited to graduate?”

He sighs, fumbling in his pocket for the keys as the two of you approach the car. “It’s going to suck. Your ceremony was boring as hell last year.”

“Wow, rude.”

Jimin looks up from where he’s unlocking the driver’s side door. “Am I wrong, though?”

You flash him a grin as he unlocks the remaining doors, heaving your suitcase into the backseat before sliding into the passenger seat beside him. “Nope. But afterward, you’ll be done with high school forever.”

“Thank god.” Your brother rakes a hand through his hair, mussing it further as he carefully starts the ignition and checks his mirrors with all the diligence of a new driver. Once satisfied, he pulls out of the parking space, meandering his way out of the lot and onto the main street.

The ride back to your childhood home is a short one, full of familiar storefronts and landmarks that dredge up all sorts of fond memories. You hadn’t expected your first year of university—away from your family and your hometown—to make you quite so emotional. But before you know it, Jimin is making the turn into your neighborhood, and you can’t stop the way your eyes begin to well up when you see your house in the distance.

As if reading your mind, Jimin glances at you as he pulls into the driveway. “Feel good to be home?”

You nod, blinking back tears. “Feels great.”

He grins. Pulling the key from the ignition, he climbs out of the car and grabs your suitcase, waving for you to head inside. Eagerly, you start toward the front door, but you barely make it halfway up the driveway when it bursts open, revealing your father standing there with open arms and an enormous grin. He’s just as tall as you remember, and looks exactly the same save a few more strands of silver lacing his hair. All of a sudden, you’re a little girl again, running up to give him a hug and giggling madly when he tries to scoop you up like he used to do so many years ago.

“Hi Dad,” you greet when he gives up and sets you back down on two feet. “Where’s Mom?”

“Cooking up a storm,” he replies, chortling. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he leads you into the kitchen where your mother is hunched over the stove with a spatula, delicious aromas wafting up from the array of pots and pans in front of her. “Honey, look who’s home!”

“Hi Mom,” you say, grinning when she whirls around, startled. The spatula, still dangling loosely from her hand, drips sauce onto the tiled floor, but she barely notices in her eagerness to give you a hug, throwing it down into one of the simmering pots and striding forward to wrap you up in a tight embrace.

“How was your trip?” she asks, pulling back and angling your face this way and that. “Did you sleep on the ride? Did Jimin drive safely?”

The last question draws a protesting whine from your brother, who has lugged your suitcase over the threshold and is now seated at the dining table, fiddling with a spoon. “My driving was fine, right Noona?” he says, his bottom lip jutting out into a pout.

“Yes, Chim,” you agree, laughing at the pleased expression that overtakes his face. Curiously, you walk over to the stove to inspect the food, your jaw dropping as you take in the assorted vegetables and meats. “Wow, Mom. Are you cooking for an army?”

“Jungkook is coming over for dinner,” she explains, following you over and plucking up the spatula again. “That boy has the biggest appetite I’ve ever seen—you remember, right?”

You laugh. “Of course I remember. He and Jimin were always stealing bites of my lunch at school.” Peering over at your brother, you fix him with a mock glare before walking over to the cutting board on the counter and sizing up the pile of onions and peppers sitting there. “It’ll be nice to see him again, though. How is he doing?”

To your surprise, a new voice answers your question—a voice that somehow manages to be simultaneously familiar and foreign. “Why don’t you ask me directly, Noona?” it says, and you whirl around, wide-eyed, to face the newcomer.

This can’t possibly be Jeon Jungkook, is your first thought upon seeing the young man standing in the kitchen doorway. The Jungkook you knew in high school was a scrawny kid—all gangly limbs and a nose that was too big for his face. The Jungkook you knew wore oversized white t-shirts that made him look even younger than he was, a look that was only enhanced by round wire-rimmed glasses that always gave him a look of permanent astonishment. The Jungkook you knew was nowhere near this tall, and definitely not this broad.

But this Jungkook—this Jungkook takes up nearly the entire doorframe with his bulk. Dark eyes stare at you from beneath equally dark hair, his gaze unhindered by his old glasses. A cobalt blue shirt stretches tight over his chest, and you swallow when you notice just how much the buttons are straining to contain the muscle underneath. Black jeans and simple black sneakers complete his outfit, and the entire look is so jarringly different from what you’re used to that you are left momentarily speechless, gaping like a fish out of water. Vaguely, you wonder when he got his ears pierced.

And then Jungkook—or at least, the young man claiming to be Jungkook—takes three steps forward, his entire face melting into a crinkly-eyed grin. You catch a glimpse of the adorably prominent front teeth that always made him look like a rabbit, and that’s all it takes to break the spell.

“Jungkookie!” you exclaim, darting forward to greet him. “It’s been so long!”

“Hi, Noona,” he replies, his grin widening at your approach. In an instant, he has you wrapped up in an embrace, easily lifting you off the floor in a display of strength that would’ve had a lesser woman swooning. His hands curl firmly around your waist, and you have no choice but to wrap yours around his nape, squeaking in protest when he spins you in a full circle.

“Kookie!” you gasp, wriggling helplessly in his grasp and huffing when he only cackles. “Put me down!”

Obediently, Jungkook lowers you back to the ground. His hands linger on your waist until he’s certain that both your feet are planted firmly, and it’s only then that he pulls back to get a good look at your face. “You know I’d never drop you, right?” he asks innocently.

“As if I can trust anything that comes out of your mouth,” you retort with a laugh. “I’ve seen you scam your way out of detention with those pretty doe eyes. Don’t try me, kid.”

Jungkook snorts. “Kid? I’m not that much younger than you. Plus I’m older than Jimin, y’know.”

“By a month!” your brother protests from the dining room, his blond head popping up from behind the vase of daisies serving as a centerpiece.

“Month and a half,” Jungkook stage-whispers to you, cupping a hand and bringing his mouth to your ear conspiratorially. His breath tickles your cheek, and you swat him away with a giggle that becomes a full-on laugh when Jimin lets out an offended cry and rises to his feet. Striding over, he pokes Jungkook squarely in the chest, his eyes narrowed.

“I invite you over to my house and this is the thanks I get?”

Your dad chooses that moment to interrupt from the living room. “Your house? When exactly did you start paying rent, Jimin?”

Jimin’s jaw drops. “Are you taking his side?” he asks in disbelief, glaring at Jungkook when he starts laughing. “I’m your son!”

“I’m your father,” your dad replies.

“And I’m your mother,” your mom pipes up, brandishing a spoon. “And I’m telling all of you to get your butts over to that dining table in the next ten seconds, or no dinner for any of you.”

Your dad, Jimin, and Jungkook immediately fall silent, cowed by her proclamation. Grinning, you join your mother at the counter, grabbing a handful of spoons and accepting the platter of kimchi she hands over. “Direct as always, Mom.”

She laughs and picks up a bowl of rice. “To deal with men like them? You have to be.”

Food in hand, you make your way into the dining room. The table is set, the steaming food arranged neatly in the center, and you watch as your mother takes her seat next to Jimin and leaves you to sit beside Jungkook on the opposite side. Your father beams from his spot at the head of the table, glancing at each of you in turn before turning and giving your shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

“Look at you kids, all sitting at the same table again.” He sighs, and you’re certain that he’s thinking back to the last time all of you were together—well over a year ago, at this point. “It’s a shame that your parents couldn’t join us, though, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods. “Yeah, they told me to apologize on their behalf. They have tickets for the theatre tonight, and couldn’t get a refund on them.”

Your father laughs and waves the apology off. “I’m sure we’ll catch them next time,” he says. “Pretty hard to avoid each other when you live next door, isn’t it?”

“Definitely,” Jungkook agrees with a chuckle. Then he turns to you, the silver hoops in his ears glinting in the light from the overhead chandelier. “I’m sure they’ll drop by soon to see you, Noona. Mom wants to hear all about Seoul—I think she’s worried about sending me so far away by myself.”

“Junghyun stayed in Busan for university, didn’t he?” your mom asks.

Jungkook nods. “Yep, he still lives downtown and everything. He wanted to come over tonight, but his work wouldn’t let him take the time off.”

Your mom sighs. “That’s such a shame. Is he at least attending your graduation?”

“He’s driving in the day after tomorrow for the ceremony,” Jungkook confirms. Then he pauses, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His gaze flickers down to the plate of sweet potatoes on the other side of the table, and before he can even open his mouth, your mother is already passing him the plate. He thanks her with an embarrassed chuckle but digs into the food nonetheless, and everyone else takes it as a sign to follow suit. You’re in the middle of scooping rice into your bowl when Jimin speaks up again.

“So what’s it like living in Seoul?” he asks, his cheeks bulging with pork belly. “You have roommates, right?”

“Suitemates,” you correct. “But yeah, I live with three other people. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jennie are all great though, so it hasn’t been a problem.”

Jungkook pauses mid-chew to gape at you. “You live with guys?”

“My building’s co-ed,” you explain. “We all have separate bedrooms, but we share a common space and bathrooms.”

Your mother—on the lookout for any potential future grandchildren, as always—perks up. “Namjoon and Hoseok sound like nice boys. Are you friends?”

“Yes, Mom,” you sigh. “We’re friends. Just friends.” And then before she can ask about whether or not any other boys have caught your eye, you quickly turn back to your brother. “So, what’s your plan for next year? Are you and Jungkook living together?”

Jimin hums. “Yep, that’s the plan. Unless you want to live with us too, Noona.”

You laugh. “Why, so I can protect you from all the bullies like I did in elementary school?”

He flashes you a cheeky grin. “More like so I can protect you from all the weird college guys. Who’s this Hoseok guy anyway? Do I need to beat him up?”

“Please don’t beat up Hobi,” you entreaty, giggling when he pretends to crack his knuckles. “Or Joon!” you add quickly when he remains undeterred and makes to stand up from the table to defend your honor. Balling up your napkin, you throw it at him, and both of you burst into hysterics when your makeshift weapon bounces off his forehead and straight into his glass of water. The rest of dinner passes in a haze of similarly playful antics and happy chatter, and by the time the last bowl is scraped clean, it feels as if you’d never even left.

“I’ll do the dishes,” you volunteer, standing up and gathering up the empty platters. Jungkook and Jimin are quick to jump to your aid, collecting any utensils that you missed, and you offer them a grateful smile as they follow you into the kitchen.

“Let me do the washing, Noona.” Jungkook rolls up the sleeves of his cobalt blue shirt to expose a familiar silver watch glinting on his left wrist—a watch that his father handed down to him when he was sixteen, and that had been worn by his grandfather before him. You still remember the day he’d first worn it to school, proudly displaying it even though the band was too loose around his narrow wrist.

He’s grown into it now, you realize. The watch no longer flops around like it used to, and sits snugly in place instead. Your eyes trace the silver buckle on the inside of his wrist before trailing up to follow the network of thin, branching veins in his forearm, admiring the smooth flex of muscle as he grabs a sponge from the wire rack hanging above the sink and squirts some dish soap onto the surface.

“I’ll dry,” Jimin chirps, selecting a towel and brandishing it. “Noona, do you want to help me? We’ll finish faster that way.”

Nodding, you pull another towel out from the drawer and rejoin the two boys at the sink. Jungkook washes quickly and efficiently, and you determinedly avoid staring at the way water trickles along the patchwork veins on his hands as he gives you bowl after bowl to dry.

It doesn’t take long for all the dishes to be washed and dried. The three of you take the time to put them back into the proper cabinets before bidding your parents a good night, heading out onto the back porch. Falling back into old routines feels like second nature, so you plop down onto the steps without hesitation and grin when Jungkook takes a seat beside you.

“Wait, I almost forgot!” Jimin exclaims, bouncing up from where he was beginning to sit down next to Jungkook. “I bought some beer earlier and left it in the trunk. Be right back!”

You watch your brother run off, his floppy blond hair a stark contrast with the deep blue evening sky. In seconds, he’s disappeared around the corner of the house, leaving you and Jungkook alone on the porch steps.

“Chim really hasn’t changed one bit,” you remark with a laugh, turning toward your dark-haired companion.

Jungkook chuckles. “The kid loves his alcohol, that’s for sure.”

“Please.” You elbow him in the ribs. “I know you’re just as bad as he is.”

“Maybe,” he concedes with another chuckle. “But come on, Noona, you can’t tell me you don’t enjoy a drink every now and then. What about all that college stress?”

You hum, leaning back on your hands and staring up at the sky where the full moon is just beginning to rise, surrounded by a smattering of stars peeking through the velvety darkness of night. “I never said that I didn’t enjoy a drink, or five.” Jungkook laughs at your remark, and you smile before letting out a soft sigh. “I’m glad Jimin got the beer, though. Maybe I’ll finally be able to stop stressing out about my internship.”

That sobers Jungkook up immediately, his eyes widening as he peers down at you and lays a gentle hand on your back. “Are you still worried? You already got the job, didn’t you?”

You nod slowly, thinking back to the job offer that you had accepted at the end of the semester. It had been difficult finding a company in your desired field that offered internships to first-year students, but with dogged persistence and a lot of luck, you’d managed to snag a summer position. It isn’t due to start for another three weeks, however, and while you’re grateful for the chance to visit your family, part of you also wishes that you didn’t have to wait such a long time. “I just have no idea what to expect, you know? The only jobs I’ve ever had were in retail and food service, and that was all ages ago. I don’t feel ready at all.”

A strong arm settles across your shoulders, and you look up to see Jungkook gazing down at you with something indiscernible sparkling in his deep brown eyes. “You’re gonna be amazing,” he murmurs, his voice whisper-soft. “You know that, right? You always are. This won’t be any different.”

And you believe him. Every detail of his face is bathed in silvery moonlight—the gentle slope of his nose, the sharp angle of his jaw, the little scar high on his cheekbone—and you wonder how you never realized how handsome he is before now. And maybe it’s the low, soothing timbre of his voice, or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you—with unspeakable tenderness and gentle affection glimmering in his irises—but you lean in before you can even realize what you’re doing. You don’t look away, and neither does he.

Jungkook’s gaze drops, trailing down the slope of your cheeks until it lands on the curve of your mouth. He hesitates for a split second, his throat bobbing harshly as he swallows and sucks in a breath.

And then his lips are pressing against yours—soft and tentative and just a little bit chapped. Your eyes flutter shut almost on instinct, your body relaxing as he shifts and pulls you a little more firmly against him. Slowly, his arm finds its way to the curve of your waist and settles there. Your fingers curl around his nape, carding through his silky hair.

It’s only when Jungkook’s tongue darts out to run along the seam of your lips that reality comes crashing back down, your stomach plummeting down to somewhere around your toes as you wrench away from his embrace. “Kookie!” you gasp, your breathing labored. “We can’t!”

Jungkook blinks, momentarily entrancing you with the way the stars reflect in his gaze like glittering diamonds. “Why not?” he asks, reaching out for you again. “You kissed me back, didn’t you?”

Squeaking, you bat his hands away. “Jungkook, no! We can’t! You’re Jimin’s best friend, and god, this is all kinds of weird, and—“

The dark-haired young man looks like he wants to protest more, but the sound of footsteps coming back around the house sends both of you scooting back to your original positions on the porch steps. Jimin appears two seconds later, plopping down beside Jungkook cheerfully and dropping a six-pack of beer at his feet.

“What’d I miss?” he asks, seemingly oblivious to the tension lingering in the air as he pops open a bottle and hands it to you.

“Nothing,” you say immediately, accepting the proffered beer. The cool glass bottle is a welcome relief, and you hurriedly take a long sip when your mind unwillingly begins to wander back to just how warm and soft your dark-haired companion’s lips had been.

Jungkook is much slower to respond to Jimin’s question. His shoulders slump as he reaches down to grab a drink of his own, twisting the cap open viciously and taking a swig. “Yeah,” he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Nothing at all.”

Luck must be on your side, because Jimin doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss as he grabs a beer for himself and flops backward, resting his weight on his elbows as he gazes up at the night sky. “It’s nice out,” he remarks, looking utterly at ease.

You are anything but. Beside you, Jungkook is sipping pensively on his beer, and you are painfully aware of the heat radiating off his body. Jimin is still chattering away, rambling about whatever pops into his head, and you take the opportunity to sneak a glance at Jungkook. His face is cast in silvery luminescence from the moon, his mouth pulled down into a deep, contemplative frown—and you are once again forced to shake off thoughts of how nice it felt to have his mouth pressed against yours.

This is Jeon Jungkook, you tell yourself sternly. Friend, neighbor, and Jimin’s best friend in the entire universe. You kissed him, sure, but it was a mistake. A moment of weakness. And it won’t happen again.

You repeat that over and over, silently reciting it in your head like a mantra, until, at last, you finally start to believe it.

///

You’re in the middle of brewing a fresh pot of coffee after a lazy morning spent sleeping in when you spot Jungkook outside through the kitchen window. He’s standing in the yard in a sleeveless white tee, wiping at his forehead with the back of his hand as he thoughtfully regards the row of hedges that serves as the property line between your house and the Jeons’ house next door. In his other hand is a shovel, and you can’t help the way your gaze automatically traces his exposed biceps, admiring the way they flex when he finally selects a spot and begins digging.

“Is the coffee done yet, Noona?”

Jimin’s voice yanks your attention away from your gardening neighbor, your vision overtaken by a mess of fluffy blond bedhead as he sneaks into the space between you and the counter and obnoxiously cuts you off from the pot of fresh brew. “Hey!” you protest, but Jimin just gives you a cheeky wink before grabbing a mug and pouring out a generous helping of piping hot coffee. After a moment’s thought, he pours you a mug as well, handing it over with an exaggerated bow.

You roll your eyes, but accept the warm cup nonetheless. Following him into the living room, you make yourself comfortable on the couch as he flops down onto the carpeted floor and turns on the television. Idly, he begins flipping through the channels in search for something to watch, and you endure random snippets of the morning news, a cheesy soap opera, and a series of infomercials before sighing and rising to your feet again. “I’m getting some food. Want some toast, Chimchim?”

“Mmm. Sure.”

Slowly, you meander your way back into the kitchen. Your mother is standing at the counter stirring sugar into her coffee, and you smile as you walk up to join her. “Morning, Mom.”

“Good morning, sweetie,” she says, taking a careful sip of her drink. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like a log,” you reply with a grin. Grabbing the loaf of bread off the counter, you pull out a few slices and shove them in the toaster. “Do you want toast? I’m making some for me and Chimchim.”

“Just one slice for me,” she says, opening up the dish cabinet and pulling out three plates. Obligingly, you hand her one of the two freshly toasted slices and drop the other onto your plate. Popping some more bread into the toaster, you’re just about to grab the jam from the fridge when there’s a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it!” Jimin yells from the living room. You hear the soft pad of his footsteps in the hallway and the low creak of the front door as it swings open—and then your brother is snorting out a laugh at whoever is on your doorstep. “Dude, why are you covered in dirt?”

You’re beginning to have a sneaking suspicion as to who your guest is, and it’s confirmed when your brother’s question is answered.

“I’m helping Mom plant some hydrangeas out back,” Jungkook’s voice explains, his tall figure stepping into view a moment later. “Can you come help me lift the bushes?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “You could’ve just texted me.”

“Who knows if you would’ve answered?” Jungkook asks, laughing. “Knowing you, you’d just leave me on read. Besides—” and here he glances over at you, dark eyes glimmering with an emotion that you can’t quite pinpoint, “—I wouldn’t get to see two of my favorite ladies if I didn’t stop by.”

Jimin pretends to vomit at the line, but your mother laughs delightedly as Jungkook takes another step into the foyer and flashes her a winning grin. “Good morning, Jungkookie,” she greets him. “Have you eaten breakfast yet? {Name} was just making some toast, and we’ve got fresh coffee.”

Jungkook’s gaze slides over to you again, taking in the flannel pajama pants and oversized t-shirt you’re wearing. “Thanks, Mrs. Park,” he says, though his eyes never leave yours. “I ate already, but coffee sounds wonderful.”

You are beginning to feel increasingly vulnerable as Jungkook continues looking unblinkingly in your direction. Thankfully, your mom pipes up, drawing his attention away with a decisive clap of her hands. “Coffee it is, then!” she says brightly. “{Name}, why don’t you grab Jungkook a cup?”

Hurriedly, you turn toward the cabinets, trying your best to ignore Jungkook as he chats comfortably with your family. Your success is limited though, and you can feel his penetrating stare lingering on your back even as you fetch a mug and fill it up to the brim.

“Noona.” Jungkook’s voice comes from behind you, much closer than you remember him being. “Can I have some cream and sugar, please?”

Somehow, you manage to reply without stammering. “Yeah. Sure.” Dumping some of the excess coffee into the sink, you spoon in some sugar and give it a quick stir. Just as you turn toward the refrigerator for the cream, a strong arm cuts you off.

“I got it, Noona,” Jungkook murmurs, backing you up against the counter as he tucks the little white carton into your outstretched hand. His proximity has your heart skipping several beats, and you almost drop the carton entirely when he speaks again in a husky whisper, his mouth at the shell of your ear. “Just a little bit, please.”

You are acutely aware of the heat radiating off of his body, warming your back and flushing your cheeks. Quietly, you open up the carton and pour a splash of cream into his mug, the swirl of white melding with the dark liquid within. “Is—is that enough?”

Jungkook reaches around you to open up the silverware drawer, grabbing a spoon and giving the coffee a stir. “That’s perfect,” he purrs, his hot breath stirring gooseflesh on the back of your neck.

This close to him, it’s easy to forget where you are and who you’re with, but you somehow manage to regain enough of your senses to wrench away and reclaim your personal space. “G-great,” you stammer, picking up the mug and shoving it into his hands, determinedly ignoring the ripple of his arm muscles as he accepts. “Um. Chim. Did you want your toast?”

“Yes, please,” Jimin says, barely glancing up from where he’s made himself comfortable at the kitchen island, idly playing on his phone.

Your mother pokes her head around the doorframe of the adjoining laundry room, where she has clearly started a fresh load if the sound of splashing water is anything to go by. “Don’t make your sister do all of the work, Jimin. Go help her—it’s your food, isn’t it?”

Obligingly, Jimin hops off the stool and grabs his favorite jar of jam, joining you at the counter. He takes the slice of toast you offer him, slathering it messily and taking an enormous bite. “Thanks for breakfast, Noona,” he says, blowing you an exaggerated kiss. “Ready, Kook?”

Jungkook raises his mug of coffee in acknowledgement. “Ready.” Then his gaze flickers back to you, twinkling with silent mirth. “And Noona—thanks. The coffee’s delicious.”

You can’t find the words to answer. Silently, you watch him disappear out the front door with Jimin, following his dark head of hair as it bobs across the yard. His biceps flex as he gestures for Jimin to help him lift a hydrangea bush, and your eyes linger on the stretch of defined muscle, tracing the network of prominent veins running along his forearm before your brain can caution you to stop. It’s almost as if you’re on autopilot, and by the time you zone back in, your gaze has wandered too far south for your liking. Letting out an audible groan, you tear your eyes away from the mouthwatering view of his thick thighs and return to your now-cold breakfast. And you don’t think about Jeon Jungkook again, pushing the image of his broad shoulders and handsome face into the darkest recesses of your mind.

Or at least, that was the plan. Jimin comes back inside after about an hour, tracking mud through half the house before your mother reprimands him and orders him to take off his shoes. Jungkook, thankfully, chose to return to his own home as well, and you immediately banish the thought of him showering off all the sweat and grime that has no doubt accumulated on his toned body. You shove away the mental image of water slicking his golden skin and collecting in the hollows of his collarbones, and when your mind conjures up pictures of what lies south of his waist, you resist the urge to scream into the pile of freshly laundered pillowcases your mom presses into your arms.

You’re just about to head upstairs to scream into a real pillow when there’s another knock on your front door—a familiar cadence that you heard just this morning. And that’s when you realize—to your complete and utter dismay—that Jeon Jungkook isn’t done tormenting you yet. Not by a long shot.

“You again? You do realize that this isn’t your house, right?” you ask, swinging open the door and thanking whatever gods may be out there that your voice remains steady. Then you raise a brow, glancing down at his change in attire. “Wait, why are you wearing a suit?”

Jungkook gives you an infuriatingly impish grin. “Do I need a reason?” His hair is still damp from the shower, a stray lock flopping down across his forehead, and as you watch him brush it away absently, you notice that he’s holding something in his free hand.

“What’s that?” you ask curiously.

Footsteps sound from behind you, interrupting before he can answer. “Jungkookie?” your mother asks, appearing at the foot of the stairs. “I thought I heard your voice. Are you here for Jimin again?”

Jungkook flashes her a winning smile and raises the garment bag he’s holding. “No, I was actually hoping to get some advice. I’ve got my suit ready to go for graduation tomorrow, but I can’t decide which shirt looks better. My mom likes how I look in blue, but I wanted a second opinion from you and Noona.”

To your utter annoyance, your mother coos and gestures for him to come in. He’s already wearing the blue shirt—a pale periwinkle one that reminds you of a cloudless day—but your mom takes the garment bag out of his hand and unzips it to look inside. “What are your options?” she asks.

“Blue, red, and yellow,” Jungkook replies, pulling each shirt off its hanger and holding them up to his chest in turn. “What do you think, Mrs. Park?”

“The blue is lovely,” your mom says thoughtfully, straightening his collar. “But this shade of yellow looks nice too. A handsome young man like you—you really can’t go wrong with any of these.”

Jungkook grins and scratches behind his ear, trying to hide his embarrassment. “Thanks, Mrs. Park.”

The dryer chooses that moment to beep shrilly, signalling the end of its cycle, and your mother darts off to tend to it, leaving you and Jungkook alone in the living room.

“What about you, Noona?” Jungkook asks, just as you’re about to try and sneak out under the pretense of helping with the laundry. “Which shirt do you like?”

“Does it matter?” you ask. “It’s just going to be hidden underneath those horrible black trash bags they make you wear.”

He laughs. “Sure, but what about before and after? You know my mom’s going to want to take a million pictures.”

“Can’t argue there.” Resigning yourself to your fate, you put your stack of clean pillowcases down on the arm of the couch and cross your arms over your chest. “Show them to me again?”

Jungkook raises the yellow shirt, holding it up for a few seconds before swapping it out for the red. “Well?”

You pause to consider it. “Red,” you decide after some deliberation, pointing at your choice. It’s a deep crimson color—almost burgundy—and you rub the silky material between your fingertips before taking it and replacing it onto its hanger. Jungkook joins you with the yellow shirt, his arm bumping into yours as you both reach for the garment bag, and even though you flinch away from the contact, Jungkook doesn’t let you stray very far. A strong hand clamps down around your forearm, and you inhale sharply when he backs you up against the wall and cages you in with his solid body.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Jungkook looks thoroughly unfazed as he blinks a few loose strands of hair out of his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“Jungkook—” you hiss, struggling to see over his shoulder if your mother has returned. “Get off me.”

“Come on, Noona,” Jungkook murmurs. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me. Ever since you got back—ever since we kissed—”

“A mistake,” you say, cutting him off with a finger to the lips and glancing around furtively to make sure no one is eavesdropping. “That was a mistake.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Was it? Because I really wanted to kiss you, and I’m pretty sure you wanted to kiss me too. You kissed back, didn’t you?”

“Y-you—“ You clear your throat and try again, cringing at how shaky your voice comes out. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But Jungkook simply laughs. “Don’t I?” He inches closer until you’re chest to chest, his gaze darkening as it flickers downward and lands on your mouth. Your heartbeat quickens, thudding erratically in your ribcage. It would be so easy to push to your tiptoes and close the distance between your lips.

“God,” you huff. “You’re so—”

His other eyebrow rises to join the first. “I’m so—?” he presses, tilting his head as he awaits your answer. The loose lock of hair flops across his forehead again, and this time you cannot stop yourself from reaching up to brush it away.

“Shut up,” you hiss as your fingers drop down to wind into the soft hair at his nape. “Just shut up.”

And then you’re kissing him—really, really kissing him—pulling him down to your level and sliding your free hand up his infuriatingly toned chest.

“See?” Jungkook’s lips curl up into a smug smirk as he pulls away slightly, his warm breath fanning across your cheeks with every word. “I knew you were into me.”

“God, do you ever stop talking?” you retort, pushing him back until you have enough room to switch your positions and maneuver him against the wall.

Jungkook lets you pin him in place, blinking down at you lazily with his mouth still stretched into that maddening little smirk. “Only if you make me, Noona.” His hands slide down your sides, coming to a stop at your hips in an ironclad grip. “Only if you kiss me like that again.”

So you do. Your fingers tighten in his hair as you crush your mouth to his, and when his lips part you slip your tongue inside. Jungkook—still smirking—relaxes and lets you take control of the kiss, but his hands continue to wander. Before you know it, he’s already snuck underneath the hem of your shirt, rubbing warm circles into the soft skin of your waist. His lips move languidly against yours, his tongue careful and gentle in its exploration of your mouth, and you sigh when he tugs you closer. You’re pressed flush against him by this point, pinning him between your body and the wall, and neither you nor he have any intent to move anytime soon.

The sudden slamming of a door jerks you back to reality. Here you are, standing in the living room where anyone could walk by and see you kissing your brother’s best friend—again. Shakily, you pull away from Jungkook with your heart in your throat, putting as much space as you possibly can between your bodies. “Fuck,” you mutter. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. We can’t do this.”

Jungkook’s chest is heaving, his lips swollen and red. “{Name}—” he tries, but you shake your head and cut him off before he can continue.

“You need to leave,” you whisper.

“But—”

“Please,” you say, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. “Please, Jungkook. Just leave.”

Jungkook swallows, hard. And then, much to your relief, he picks up his garment bag, shoving both shirts back inside. “Okay,” he rasps. “I’ll go.”

Elsewhere in the house, you can hear your mother calling for Jimin. Your father is watching TV in his study—you can hear the low hum of voices and a laugh track. Your entire family is here.

And yet, you’ve never felt more alone as you watch Jungkook stride down the hallway and disappear out the front door.

///

Returning to your high school is odd. The hallways and classrooms are familiar, but they all seem smaller than you remember. And were the ceilings always this short? You aren’t sure. What you are sure of, however, is that Jungkook and his family are currently headed your way, with beaming smiles on their faces and colorful flower bouquets in hand. Greetings and congratulations are exchanged, and it isn’t long before you are face-to-face with Jungkook himself, a tight smile on his face as he meets your eyes.

“Hi, Noona.”

“Hi,” you reply. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

Now that the graduation ceremony is over, he’s taken off his robe to reveal the red shirt underneath. The silky material drapes over his torso and clings to the toned planes of his chest, and your fingers itch to run across the defined muscle. Swallowing down the urge, you instead gesture toward his parents, who are engaged in deep conversation with your own parents while Jimin chats with Junghyun off to the side. “I guess we’re all getting dinner after this, huh?”

He nods. “Yeah, at that one place downtow—“

“Jungkook! Jimin!” A feminine voice interrupts him mid-sentence, and you watch in surprise as both your brother and Jungkook are suddenly engulfed in a massive tangle of limbs. Immediately, you recognize Jisoo and Lisa—two girls you considered casual friends from your own high school days. The third girl in the trio of friends—Chaeyoung—is noticeably absent, but you don’t get a chance to question her whereabouts. “Can you believe it? We’re graduates!” Lisa is saying excitedly, still clutching tightly onto Jungkook’s shoulders. She’s pressed flush against him, her chest molded to his, and the sudden rush of jealousy that takes root in the pit of your stomach takes you aback with its ferocity.

Calm the fuck down, you instruct your pounding heart. Stop it, right now.

“Has Tae told you about the party tomorrow night?” Jisoo asks, breaking you out of your thoughts. “You guys better be there—and that means you, too, {Name}! It’s been forever since we’ve seen you!”

You clear your throat and attempt to smile. “Yeah, it’s been way too long. It’ll be nice to finally catch up.” Unwillingly, your gaze flickers back over to Jungkook and Lisa, doing your best to maintain a neutral expression when you notice the casual way his arm drapes over her shoulders.

Your attempts are in vain. Jungkook notices your stare immediately, a massive shit-eating grin spreading across his face. One eyebrow rises in a silent taunt, and you swear his grip around her tightens. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you instead turn back to Jisoo, finally voicing the question that’s on your mind.

“So, where’s Chaeyoung? I saw her during the ceremony, but haven’t seen her around since. She didn’t leave already, did she?”

“No, she’s still here,” Jisoo answers, exchanging a look with Lisa. Curiosity piqued, you watch her gaze dart over to Jungkook for a split second before returning to you, a tiny smile gracing her face once more. “She’s with her family right now, but she’ll be at the party tomorrow.”

“I’ll congratulate her there, then,” you say, returning her smile with one of her own. Silently, you wonder at the uneasy glance the two girls had exchanged, but decide not to press it, chalking it up to some senior year drama that isn’t any of your business.

“Well, we should probably get going,” Jisoo says after another beat. “We’re off to dinner.”

“We should be on our way too,” you agree, glancing over at where your parents are still chatting, having absorbed Junghyun into their conversation at some point. Bidding the two girls goodbye, you sidle over to join them, trying your best to subtly nudge your parents toward the door.

After what feels like an eternity, your parents finally decide that they’re ready for a change in scenery. The drive to the restaurant is blessedly short, much to the relief of your grumbling stomach, and you are more than grateful for the brief reprieve from Jungkook and his knowing smirk. It doesn’t last long, however, and you mentally brace yourself when you spot the Jeons’ car in the parking lot of the restaurant. Upon entering, you are quickly ushered to your reserved table where the Jeons are already waiting, and somehow in the shuffle you end up right between Jungkook and Junghyun, the former’s face dissolving into a satisfied grin as he watches you sit down.

Then he turns to Jimin, who’s seated on his other side. “Hey, man.”

You bristle at the blatant way he’s ignoring you. But two can play at that game, so you turn to Junghyun with a winning smile, laying a hand on his shoulder for good measure. The older Jeon brother is four years your senior, but despite the age difference, you’ve always gotten along well.

“Junghyun, I haven’t seen you in ages! How have you been?”

The elder Jeon grins and leans in to give you a hug. “Good, good—work’s insane, but that’s old news. What about you? How’s school going so far?”

You can feel Jungkook’s gaze on you, hot and heavy. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle under the weight of it, and you resist the urge to shiver. Instead, you give Junghyun’s bicep a final squeeze before pulling away, steadfastly ignoring the way Jungkook lets out a disgruntled hiss from between his teeth.

“School is good,” you tell Junghyun. “I’m trying to get all my general requirements out of the way early, so my first semester wasn’t very interesting. I took some more focused classes in the second, though, which made things infinitely better.”

The elder Jeon laughs. “Guess that means you’re on the right track then, huh?”

“Guess so,” you reply, laughing right along with him.

The server stops by to take drink orders, and your parents take it upon themselves to order food for the table as well. You continue chatting amicably with Junghyun as the server returns with a tray of water, sodas, and soju; beside you, Jungkook does the same with Jimin. The only break in conversation comes when the server—a pretty girl with a chirpy voice and a nametag that reads ‘Mina’—leans over to set a glass of Coke down in front of Jungkook. He thanks her with a crooked smirk and a low purr of gratitude that has her cheeks flushing pink, and it’s all you can do not to gape at him like a fish. The flirtatious quirk of his lips, the seductive tone—it all comes far too naturally to him, and you wonder for a moment just where the old Jungkook has gone. The Jungkook you used to know stammered every time he had to talk to an unfamiliar girl, and had trouble looking even you in the eye despite having known you since grade school.

But now, he’s nowhere to be found. The young man sitting beside you remains as calm as can be, shifting his body toward Mina so that he can request a straw.

“Of course, here you go!” Mina’s gaze lingers on his hand as he accepts the proffered straw, eyes widening when his fingers brush against hers lightly.

“Fast service,” Jungkook remarks, his voice dipping into a low, indolent drawl. “I like that.”

Mina giggles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She’s clearly about to respond to him—flirt right back, undoubtedly—but your father stands up and taps his glass with a spoon before she can open her mouth. “I want to make a toast,” he says, and you send him a silent, heartfelt thank you when Mina wisely chooses to make herself scarce. “Congratulations to Jungkook and Jimin, our two rad grads!”

An audible groan rises up from your side of the table, where Jimin has buried his face in his hands. “Oh my god, Dad.”

“What?” your father asks innocently. “I really think you’re rad, grad!”

Jimin groans again, muffled by the sleeves of his jacket. “I want the earth to swallow me whole.”

Laughter all around. More toasts are given, and the bottles of soju scattered around the table slowly dwindle down to their last dregs. Junghyun picks up the one closest to him and fills up your glass for the fourth time, drawing a protesting whine from your lips as you try to cut him off. “Wait, that’s not fair! Pour some for yourself too!”

“Relax, we can always order more,” Junghyun says with a laugh, topping off your glass before glancing around to find Mina. Much to your irritation, she’s already headed your way, bearing loaded platters of meat and vegetables and wearing a bright smile that seems to only be directed to Jungkook.

“I hope you’re all hungry!” she chirps, coming to a stop between you and the subject of her affections. You swear she shoots you a dirty look over her shoulder before turning back to the table, her cheerful facade back in place as she smiles at Jungkook. “Where did you want me to put the meat?”

“Anywhere it’ll fit,” Jungkook tells her with a suggestive smirk, keeping his voice soft enough so that only you and she can hear.

Mina cannot hide her answering smile. Likewise, you cannot hide the way your nostrils flare, throat bobbing as you swallow down the ugly feelings bubbling up in your chest. You can feel Jungkook’s gaze roving across your skin, but you refuse to look at him, stubbornly facing the front as Mina distributes food around the table. As soon as she’s departed again—her fingers brushing across the back of Jungkook’s chair in the process—you’re up and out of your seat, heart beating faster than you’d like to admit.

“Restroom,” you say shortly by way of explanation. It’s thankfully empty when you arrive, and you immediately make a beeline toward the sink to splash some cold water on your cheeks.

It’s absurd—this snaking jealousy coiling in your belly and winding up between the slats of your ribcage. Straightening up, you give your reflection in the mirror a stern look, silently willing the feelings in your chest to abate. Gradually, your heartbeat slows into a regular rhythm, your cheeks cooling, and after waiting another two minutes, you decide that it’s been long enough. Drying off your hands, you exit the restroom and wind your way back to the table, keeping your pace leisurely even when Jungkook looks up and catches your eye. His expression is unreadable, and you valiantly ignore his burning gaze as you take a seat.

“How is everything?” you ask Junghyun, picking up a spoon and piling your plate with food from the nearest platter.

Junghyun pauses mid-bite to answer. His mouth opens, but you don’t catch his answer because there is a sudden, heavy weight on your knee. A warm palm caresses the skin exposed by the hem of your dress, slow and sensual and deliberate. Your eyes widen and your lips part, but no sound escapes. The rest of the table’s occupants fade away into the background, conversations and laughter dulling into a low drone. Beside you, Junghyun is still talking, but all you can hear is blood rushing through your ears.

And on your other side, Jungkook is smirking.

The bastard.

Gentle fingertips skim along your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Your entire body stiffens, but Jungkook refuses to relent. He’s still chatting with Jimin, chuckling at a joke you didn’t hear, and you wonder how he can remain so calm when you are anything but. Your heart takes off in a sprint, clattering wildly against your ribcage, and for a few moments you are absolutely positive that everyone at the table can hear. Any moment, one of your parents will look over and see how wide your eyes are and how warm your cheeks feel. Any moment, Jimin will look down and see his best friend’s arm snaking beneath the table and realize what’s happening.

And then Jungkook squeezes your thigh, and all thought flies out of your head, dissipating like fog in the sunlight. He’s growing increasingly bold, his fingers trailing up until he can trace the hem of your dress, teasing at the soft material. Your breath hitches in your throat, and Jungkook’s smirk widens. You can see him out of the corner of your eye, trying to hide his smugness behind his soju glass, and for a moment you’re tempted to throw his drink in his face.

But more than that—more than anything else right now—you want him to continue touching you.

He’s sliding beneath your dress now, inching down to the delicate skin of your inner thigh and tracing nonsensical patterns there. You grip the edge of the table as he trails closer and closer to the lace of your panties, knuckles turning white against the dark wood. It’s a wonder no one has noticed your flustered state yet, and you cast concerned glances at Junghyun and Jimin before Jungkook notices your inattention. Punishingly, he slides a single finger into your panties, snapping the lace against your skin and covering the sound with a cough that he buries in his elbow. He can’t hide the way you jolt in your seat though, your knee thudding against the table. Junghyun gives you a worried look, laying a hand on your shoulder as he asks if you’re okay, and you hurriedly nod. And underneath the table, Jungkook resumes his ministrations, languorous and soft and deliberately avoiding the place you need him most, as if he has all the time in the world.

There’s a growing damp spot between your legs. You can feel it seeping through the cottony material of your panties, sticking uncomfortably to your folds. Jungkook’s touch is whisper-soft, caressing along your thigh until your skin is tingling, and it’s all you can do to swallow down the whimper that’s bubbling up in your throat. He’s thoroughly enjoying this—you can tell—and you’re certain he can feel the way you tense up when he suddenly drags a single finger up your clothed slit. A low hiss escapes your parted lips, and in an instant, all eyes are on you.

“Noona?” Jimin asks curiously. “Something wrong?”

“I—” Your mind whirs, searching for an excuse. “It’s nothing. I’m fine. The, uh, sauce was just spicier than I was expecting it to be.”

You haven’t touched a single thing on your plate in minutes, but no one seems to notice your obvious lie. Conversation resumes, and you determinedly pick up your spoon again, intent on getting something more substantial in your belly than the fluttering butterflies that have taken up residence there.

“You sure you want to eat that, Noona?” Jungkook’s voice reaches your ears—a low, dulcet purr that sends electricity shooting down your spine. “You should probably drink some water to cool down.”

And before you can answer—before you even manage to reach for your water glass—he’s slipped his hand into your panties, the warm pad of his thumb pressing experimentally against your clit. The slight pressure has you gasping, your heart pounding hard enough to leap out of your chest as you drop your spoon. Your hands drop down to your lap—one gripping the edge of your chair while the other finds its way around Jungkook’s wrist, and you aren’t sure whether you’re trying to stop him or spur him on. His arm muscles flex underneath your fingertips, and that’s all the warning you get before he angles his hand, a lone finger sinking inside your drenched entrance.

“Oh, fuck.” You can’t stop the strangled curse that escapes your lips, an airy hiss from behind clenched teeth. Your grip on Jungkook’s wrist tightens, but it doesn’t seem to dissuade him at all as he begins a leisurely pace, sinking deeper into your cunt with each thrust.

Luckily, no one hears your whimper. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you bite back the sounds threatening to spill out and instead focus on maintaining as neutral an expression as you can muster. Beneath the table, Jungkook remains relentless. Even when your mother looks over and addresses him directly, he doesn’t cease his ministrations, keeping both his tone and his pace even as he responds.

“Jungkookie, you’ve barely touched your pork belly. Are you full already?”

“Stuffed,” Jungkook replies smoothly. He punctuates the word by adding a second finger, and you almost bang your knee on the table again, your eyes going wide at his audacity.

Your mother pushes the platter of meat closer to him anyway. “No need to be polite, honey. Here, eat up.”

Obligingly, Jungkook picks out a few pieces with his free hand and piles them on his plate. “Thanks, Mrs. Park,” he says as he brings some to his mouth. “It’s delicious.”

Satisfied, your mother turns her attention elsewhere. Jungkook returns his to you, and you almost groan aloud when his thumb brushes against your clit again, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bud before he sheathes both fingers inside you once more. There’s a growing heat coiling in the pit of your stomach by this point, lighting every single one of your nerves on fire. Your body is screaming for release, and Jungkook seems more than eager to give it to you. He’s freed his wrist from your grip, leaving you to clutch helplessly at the table as he angles his fingers upward. No doubt he’s searching for the spot that will have you seeing stars, and you know he’s found it when a sudden burst of pleasure spikes through you. Your mouth falls lax, and Jungkook grins, thoroughly satisfied.

There’s something building inside you, something that has your tummy tensing and your toes curling in your shoes. Jungkook’s fingers dig deep, his palm rubbing against your clit with every thrust, and it takes every remaining ounce of your self-control to resist the urge to rock your hips into his hand. A bit more of that delicious friction, and you’ll be falling over the edge. You know it, and so does Jungkook if the smirk on his face is anything to go by.

And then a voice is pulling you back to reality, a warm hand settling on your shoulder. You flinch at the contact, your startled gaze flying up to Junghyun’s, and balk when you see him staring at you with equal parts amusement and concern.

“I—what?” you stammer. “Did… did you say something?”

Beneath the table, you feel Jungkook’s fingers retreat, leaving you empty and aching for release. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook wipe his glistening hand on his napkin, a frown that can only be described as petulant settling onto his face.

“Whoa, relax!” Junghyun drags your attention back to him, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I just wanted to say goodbye. I have to be up early for work tomorrow, so I’m driving back into the city tonight.”

“Oh!” It takes you a few seconds to process his words. “Right, yeah. Have a safe drive back. It was good to see you.”

“Ditto,” he replies, flashing you a warm grin. “But hey, are you all right? You’ve been a little weird the whole night. Was it the food?”

Gratefully, you seize upon the excuse. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. I think maybe something isn’t sitting quite right in my stomach, but I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about it.”

He nods and leans in for a hug. “Take care of yourself, yeah?”

“You too. Bye, Junghyun.”

With the elder Jeon brother’s departure, everyone else quickly decides that it’s time to disperse as well. You adamantly refuse to look in Jungkook’s direction as your parents fight over the bill, focusing your goodbyes on Mr. and Mrs. Jeon even when he glances your way with a knowing little smirk and a soft murmur of, “Bye, Noona.”

You can’t look at him. Not when every movement reminds you just how damp your panties are, your core begging for relief. Not when he’s waggling his fingers in farewell—the gesture anything but innocent. “Bye,” you warble weakly, before fleeing to the car.

The memory of his fingers burns fresh in your mind later that night as you lie in bed, your hand stuffed down your panties and working furiously to find that sweet, sweet relief.

[lossie92]

MadaTobi musicians AU

Just a snippet of a fic that may or may not happen at some point in the future. The working title is Heartstrings. We shall see if it sticks or not if or when I finish writing it.

The plot is inspired by this post and you can read a bit more about this AU here. 

I would also like to point out that @alyuchiha913 and @incorrectmadatobiquotes are wholly responsible for the existence of this snippet - you have put this idea in my head, now you have to suffer with me 🤷‍♀️

EDIT: Second snippet bc I have no self control 🤦

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Warnings: swearing, some sexual themes

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Hikaku came to stand next to Madara, his expression sour enough to put lemons to shame.

“So. This doesn’t look good.”

“You think?” Madara asked in lieu of a greeting and then gestured at the police officers milling around his apartment like a colony of particularly nosy ants. “It’s a fucking disaster, is what it is!”

A few officers looked away from their search at the yell, but Madara didn’t exactly care whether or not his crude language offended them in some way. He was a bit too pissed off for that at the moment.

“Aa,” his cousin acknowledged, but said nothing more.

It was not like he could dispute the claim, after all. Being woken up at half-past stupid in the morning for a drug search, of all things, was unquestionably horrible, no matter how one looked at it. It was also without doubt one of the worst things that have happened to Madara in recent years. In fact, it was almost as bad as that one time when he had forgotten his cello at home and had to postpone a flight to go back and get it, which resulted in him being an hour late for an orchestra rehearsal in Uzushino. The embarrassment of that whole debacle lived in his brain rent-free till this day.

The current situation was definitely up there on the list of his biggest fuck-ups. And it wasn’t even exactly his fuck-up to begin with. No, the person who had fucked up was Madara’s bloody accompanist. Madara would be lying if he said Zetsu hadn’t struck him as a bit fishy, but he had not expected the other man to be on the other side of the law or to get arrested on drug possession charges two weeks before their gig.

Luckily, the chance the cops would find something was close to zero. It was not as if Madara led a particularly exciting life and he had never invited Zetsu over, so the most interesting thing to be found in his apartment was the bright pink dildo he got as a gag gift for his eighteenth birthday and the half-empty tube of strawberry-flavoured lube, and he wasn’t even all that bothered about people seeing either of those things. He was hardly shy about his sex life. Or his sexuality, come to think of it.

“Um, Uchiha-san?” Both Hikaku and Madara turned at the sound of their name. The officer who had approached them was a bit pink in the cheeks, which answered the unasked question whether or not someone had stumbled upon the dildo. “Uchiha Madara-san, the search, well, um... Your apartment is, um... That is to say, it’s, yhm... It’s-it’s clear, sir.”

Despite his shitty mood, Madara felt an amused smile tug at the corners of his lips . “Is that so, officer?” He deepened his voice an octave as he said it and leaned in a little. The man, Officer Umino judging by his badge, turned completely red. Madara was hard pressed not to laugh.

“I-I... Well, um...”

“Thank you for informing us, Umino-san.” Evidently Hikaku was in a merciful mood and decided to take pity on the man. “As I understand, you will be leaving the premises soon then?”

“Um. Yes, w-we... Yes, Uchiha-san.”

Hikaku smiled his best customer-service smile. “Brilliant. We won’t keep you from finishing then. If you’ll excuse us...” He bowed slightly to the flustered man and then dragged Madara by the sleeve of his jumper out into the corridor.

“You’re a horrible person, I hope you know that.”

Madara grinned devilishly. “Oh Hikaku, I simply strive to find joy in the little things in life.”

“And traumatizing unsuspecting law enforcement officers falls into that category?”

“When they decide to wake me up at six-thirty in the morning on a Saturday? Yes.”

Hikaku was silent for a moment and then snorted a laugh as he shook his head. “Touché.”

True to Officer Umino’s word, the police was gone in the next half an hour, leaving behind a mess of turned over cabinets and boot marks all over Madara’s floor. They had at least refrained from touching his instruments too much and were gracious enough not to make too big of a mess out of the sheet music in his study. Nevertheless, Madara’s hands still itched to put everything back in order. Gods, he absolutely abhorred seeing his usually pristine apartment in such a state.

Then again, cleaning the place would likely be enough to keep him from freaking out too much about Zetsu’s arrest.

“Zetsu’s a dealer.” Saying it didn’t make it sound any less surreal. “My accompanist is a dealer.”

“Ex-accompanist,” Hikaku pointed out helpfully as he led Madara to the kitchen and pushed him to sit on one of the barstools at the high counter. “And I will refrain from being petty with the customary ‘I told you so’ only because I refuse to stoop low enough to kick a man when he’s down.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Madara sighed heavily, “I hear you. Should have listened to you, I know.”

“As much as I like hearing that, it doesn’t exactly solve our problem.”

His cousin was, of course, right. “At least he wasn’t named in the contract...”

“A small mercy indeed.”

“But they still want a duet, right? And it’s non-negotiable?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Fuck.”

“I couldn’t have put it better myself.”

Madara showed him the finger in response and Hikaku returned the gesture immediately without turning away from where he was currently busy measuring coffee beans into Madara’s fancy espresso machine.

“Good news is the repertoire isn’t anything over the top, right? That should make it easier to find someone to substitute.”

“Do you have anyone specific in mind?” Madara asked hopefully.

“Well, I was actually thinking about Izu-”

“Absolutely not!” Madara interrupted before Hikaku could finish that thought. “Izuna’s graduating in a month and he’s already short on sleep, not to mention a few marbles. He would have said yes, but I also have it on good authority that Dad will throw him and the piano out of the house if he ends up practicing even more.”

Hikaku grimaced. “That bad, huh?”

“You don’t know the half of it,” he groused. “There’s this guy in his year and Izuna got it into his head that they’re rivals, apparently. The guy’s a prodigy of some sort and a right git on top of that, or so I’m told, and my brother decided to graciously, and I quote, ‘teach this pale-ass shithead a lesson’.”

“That sounds disturbingly like Izuna.”

“Tell me about it...”

[msookyspooky]

My fav part of 8 of the trilogy was when Billy was like 'NOPE, I'm leaving, I can't believe I entertained the idea of being around you two' and us being like 'okay, bye then' ✋

I loved that scene bc it shows that we are not going to beg him for ANYTHING. In sequels, we didn't beg him for mercy in the dressing room so he should know better than to think we're gonna beg him to stay 🤷‍♀️

That scene shows that we have changed bc it shows we are putting our foot down. OLD y/n begged Billy and Stu to save themselves from the fire in Set Up, but now? We are more than willing to let them go on their merry way. We care ofc, but this scene shows that we know better than to give Billy exactly what he wants.

Yes, he's just being dramatic, but part of the reason he's being dramatic is bc he's looking to see if we still care. He wants to see if he can still manipulate that empathy of ours 🤐 I could be reading too much into it, but it seems like something he'd do. Be dramatic to look for a certain reaction from us. Unfortunately for him, we didn't feed into it. Instead, we gave him logical reasons to not split up bc we care.

Old Y/n would have done anything in Set Up to protect them, including taking a bullet for Billy. New y/n still cares, but she knows now that she needs to kill them if worst comes to worst. She's willing to kill and that's the big difference. I also really like how obvious you make the differences between the old y/n and new one. We are very similar to the old y/n, but also very different.

Old y/n - likes horror movies, loving, sees the good in others, resourceful, doesn't usually take crap from people, brave, quick thinking.

New y/n - likes horror movies for a diff reason, loving, resourceful, has anxiety, trust issues, more introverted, quick thinking.

Keep up the good work Spooky ❤❤❤

THIS ^^^^^^

THIS IS WHY I WRITE I COULD KISS YOU OMG!!!!!

That is BILLY, okay? You are not reading too much into it; you cracked the code babe! He is dramatic bc he wants the attention. He wants somebody to give a shit but he has ZERO idea how to ask for such a thing w/o being weak in his eyes. So he manipulates and uses ppl and is mean and dramatic bc a bad reaction is better than no reaction. Getting attention from fear or manipulation is better than nothing at all. YN not giving him attention probably triggered something in him. It wouldn't shock me if Hank or Debbie/Mrs Loomis ignored him to an extent and that's why he's so resourceful and independent and introverted and does whatever he can to get what he wants and needs bc ITS ALL HE'S EVER KNOWN. So YN saying "okay bye" has him feeling a loss of control and he doesn't know how to handle her now.

He really is a shell of his teen self bc life beat his ass and forced him to be.

As for YN; I am so glad I'm keeping consistent but still some changes. I definitely don't want her to be a mary sue and I want her relatable. I know if I went through this shit; I wouldn't want to even have anyone near me or go out. So I try to write her as realistic as I feel most of us would be in her shoes.

Thank you!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[mallowstep]

What are your opinions on forbidden relationships in Warriors? I've seen people label it as a "trope" because of how common this is. Some find the forbidden romance aspect intriguing, though others find it extremely repetitive and old

I'd like to know your thoughts!

hm. well, it is a trope. i mean, there's an average of one major one a series, right? greysilver, leafcrow (and others, but that's the big one), heatherlion (and implied others), tigerdove, idk i don't remember anything from avos but violetshine luv her but there's probably something, bristleroot. dotc doesn't count bc well it's dotc.

anyway.

definitely a trope.

but that's not a bad thing.

what i think people don't give warriors enough credit for is that these are not all the same forbidden romance. most of them are handled in different ways and bring up different conflicts. i understand why people are tired of them, but let's not discredit one of the only good things in warriors romance: that they make forbidden relationships different.

like, with grey and silver, it's about loyalty and responsibility. leafcrow is just bad idea central, both heatherlion and tigerdove are about responsibilities and young cats, and they have two different answers, and bristleroot is challenging the whole idea from the start.

so like. give credit where credit is due: we're not doing the same (forbidden) relationships again and again. i don't see enough people talk about that.

okay so it turns out i have um. a lot of thoughts about this. idk i just kept writing and now it's over 2k words. so you know. under the cut: matthew does half-baked media analysis to talk about why the code and cats' relationships to it are misunderstood. while actually staying on topic.

anyway from here on i'm just going to say relationship/romance, and understand that i'm generally talking about the forbidden kind. also i'm talking exclusively within the realm of warriors romance, which is, on average, bad. so when i say "X is good," i don't mean "X is good in general," i mean "given what we have, X is good." just to be clear.

right! basically, this is a tool. it creates tension and drama, and that's fine. warriors is a soap opera, remember. soap operas use secrets and relationships and all sorts of plot devices over and over again. warriors is not Serious. it can be dark. it has serious moments. but it is not a Serious Book Series for Serious Kids. it is a soap opera for Future Theatre Kids. yeah?

from that perspective, i'm a-ok with forbidden romance. (also, as a mini-aside, it creates some much-needed genetic diversity when kits are involved.) and again: all of the major relationships are different, so i think that's better than a lot of people give it credit for.

yeah, heatherlion and greysilver and tigerdove are all about the same general idea (loyalty and responsibility), but they all have different circumstances and different resolutions.

so like? yeah. sure. why not?

plus, like, who's reading warriors for the romance? i separate the concept of "romance" from a "relationship" here: i like the relationships in warriors (ivy and dove tension my beloved), but i'm not here to read about tigerheart wooing dovewing. (yes, i do love the tigerdove scenes in oots. no, that's not because i think they're very good at being romantic.)

but i digress.

if warriors was a Serious Book Series for Serious Kids, i'd have a different take here. having been in an IRL forbidden relationship, i have the Personal Insight and Experience to say they're this weird mash of "very much how it feels" and "not at all how it feels."

tigerdove is probably my favourite bc it's the closest to my circumstances, and i think dovewing is a good pov. i like how she breaks up with him because it's a bad idea, but that's not the same thing as not feeling for him.

(heh. twelve-year-old me reading oots like "this will never apply to my life" what did you know)

but to the point, if warriors was serious, i'd point out that the consequences always seem to be internal. we haven't seen characters be punished for their actions. and so on.

but warriors is a soap opera.

and here's my actual thesis: we haven't seen characters be punished for their actions, because "forbidden relationships" are a normal and expected part of clan society.

like no, fandom-at-large, you're kind of missing the point. okay, you know how like. people complain about. idk. ivypool and fernsong being distantly related?

(third aside/very long ivyfern rant, i put a nice big "rant over" after it if you want to skip past it: they're third cousins. they share, max, 2.2% of their genetics. they are fine. do you know your third cousins? do you? yeah. and like. they live in a closed society. there is no one new.

i've never seen someone complain about forbidden romance and ivyfern at the same time, and i do generally agree we should have more mystery fathers, altho for a different reason, but like. idk. this bothers me.

their last shared relative was nutmeg. that's so far back. god. i get it, there was a prophecy saying they're related, but if you remember my rant about how dovewing shouldn't be a part of the prophecy because of how distantly related to firestar is, you know how i feel about that already.

complaining they're related and that's a problem is. deep breath here. it requires demonstrating that warriors has kept track of kinship all the way back to firestar's mother. and even if you wave that requirement, you still have to convince me they would care about that. this isn't a "they're cats, harold" situation, this is a "you would not know your third cousin even if you lived in the same town" situation.

i mean maybe you would. some people do. but my hometown has generations of people who married within its borders. you get as far as "cousin," maybe "second cousin" if you're feeling fancy. i'm not trying to make an always true statement, i just. every time i see someone complain about ivyfern being related, it strikes me as not understanding how extended families work?

i know third cousins isn't technically classified as a distant relative, but you have, on average, 190 third cousins. i feel so strongly about this i looked it up.

like i'm not. okay if you say, "I don't ship ivyfern because they are third cousins and that makes me uncomfortable" you are Valid. in general, you are all valid. i do not think you have to, on a personal level, be okay with ivyfern. you are free to do as you wish.

but. if you want to argue "ivyfern is a Bad Ship because they are third cousins" you have a hell of a burden of proof. simply saying "they share a great-great-grandmother" does not meet that, because like. yeah. we're all pretty damn related.)

(ivyfern rant over)

IVYFERN RANT OVER

right so. anyway. if you remove forbidden romance? you're forcing a lot more of those situations.

i've been messing around with modelling some small-scale fan clan-adjacent stuff to double-check the ratios for wbcd, and it's. it quickly becomes a necessity, is what i'm saying.

but i got distracted like. researching how related third cousins are. my point is not about that, that's like. a different topic. that i crammed into here because i have no self-control.

no, no, what i was trying to get to is: oakheart straight up tells us that cats have half-clan kits all the time, it's not a problem, no one talks about it. and that? that is exactly what we see modelled by warriors.

the only reason greystripe and silverstream have a problem is that silverstream dies and greystripe claims the kits. i feel very strongly that if she had lived, the kits would have been born and raised riverclan kits, that might, maybe, one day, guess who their father is.

we haven't had any half clan kits in a while, which yes! i think is a problem, but like. the fact that the three are medicine cat kits seems to be a bigger issue. which feels right.

and i'm not trying to argue what i think should be, i legitimately believe the text of warriors defends this, even in newer books which throw out a lot of the older world building in favour of more human-like conflict.

as readers, we are naturally following protagonists. we are following the interesting story. but imagine you're just a background riverclan cat. minnowtail, if you will. do you think, do you honestly think, anyone cares about minnowtail?

not in a bad way, just. if she's meeting up with mousewhisker at night, do you think anyone cares? of course not! no one cares. she's not a Protagonist. her kits aren't going to be prophesized about.

heck, finleap switches clans! and it's barely a big deal. it feels like one, but when's the last time anyone bothered dealing with it? that's what i thought.

(also i forgot like all of avos so that very last point might be a bad one if it is my argument stands i just literally do not remember anything in avos but violetshine. none. zero.)

but it's easy to get caught up with characters like hollyleaf and bristlefrost and forget that like. not everyone cares about the code. most of our protagonists do, because it's become mostly equivalent with being moral. and i have an essay draft titled "the code as religion vs the code as law" where i want to expand on this more, but i think like. that idea, that we as readers should use the code as a way of evaluating cats' behaviour, is flawed.

like, i'm not talking about being inconsistent with how that is applied. if you want to say, "the trial leafpool goes through for having half-clan kits is legitimate because of the code," i still think your approach is flawed.

because the cats themselves don't seem to think that way.

the code doesn't, to me, feel like the ten commandments. it does not feel like "you must do this to be a good cat."

rather, it feels like aesop's parables. "here are mistakes cats made and what we do instead of that."

i don't think the cats know the code the way we do. i do not think they memorize a list of rules as kits. i think they know what is and is not part of it, but i imagine they know the stories far more than the rules.

(i'm working on my lore stories to replace code of the clans.)

and even if that's my thoughts, i do think this is supported by the text. no one ever teaches the warrior code, cats just learn it in pieces. "don't waste food because we don't have enough to spare" is taught, not "there's a rule about food and starclan on the code."

that's why the whole arc of the broken code even works: the reason the imposter is able to manipulate things is because cats don't treat the code as a rigid set of rules and commandments, but guiding principles.

the parts of the code that we tend to focus on the most are relationships, apprentices, and battle. or that's my perception. i didn't do a poll to obtain that. there's also the leader's word, but readers don't usually think of that as a good rule, so i'm not including it.

but the parts the cats focus on most are food, territory, and the leader's word. which makes sense: those are basic needs: food, security, and...i don't want to say authority so much as some kind of social system. explaining it would be a whole thing. just trust with me, if you don't mind.

i don't think we have any real reason to believe cats care about half-clan relationships half as much as we do. yes, apprentices are chastized about it, but that's not really the same thing as being punished.

and it's hard to tell, because apprentices being punished has really fallen off, and that's kind of the problem with any argument i try to make about warriors, but.

wow.

i'm actually still on topic? i'm 2k words in and i'm still on topic? a day i never thought would come.

let's wrap this up. cats seem to care about half clan relationships in that: a) they lead to conflicted loyalties, b) they mess with borders and prey, and c) they are in the code as bad. in that order.

and again, if the code was some high and holy religious doctrine, we couldn't have the broken code as an arc. it does not work if the cats are already following it to a t, and know it word for word, because it's signfiicantly harder to manipulate people if they do.

not to the level the imposter does, at the speed he does.

and yes, you could argue that it's more bad writing, but. i think that discredits warriors. yeah, it sure has its fair share of bad writing, but i don't think that's in the way the imposter works. instead, he seizes on a big important doctrine that's nebulous, and uses that to control people.

and that? that feels much more interesting.

so with that in mind, i don't think the cats would care about your typical, non-protagonist forbidden relationship, and i don't think we should, either.

as far as a plot device, i think we're okay with what we have. don't get me wrong, i understand why people are tired of it, but i think we also should remember that warriors is not repeating itself. having multiple forbidden relationships is not repetitive. now, if medicine cats were having half-clan kits every series, i'd make a different argument.

but all of the major forbidden relationships have different outcomes, lessons, and circumstances, and for me, i think that's signficantly interesting.

i didn't really check sources and quotes for this, so like, if you spotted something wrong, feel free to correct me. my overall point stands, but there's a lot of warriors and i have a bad memory, so i could have missed somthing major.

[imasimpforshanks]

Hello <3 Can I ask for Angst alphabet with Coby ?~ thanks a lot <3

Angst Alphabet - Coby

a/n: BRUHHHH HIS WAS SO HARD TO DO BC HES SUCH A SWEETIE 😭😭😭😭😭💗 regardless, I hope you like it! x

ALSO - please note reader is a civilian and not a marine (but coby is still a marine). It was just easier for me to write it this way !!

A- Accident (would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?)

Coby wouldn’t exactly blame himself, but he would feel really weak. It would be lots of comments about his own worth and capabilities such as: “I’m still too weak” or I’m never going to be strong enough”. (kind of similar to Zoro in that sense).

B-Break up (How would they break up with you?)

He would try to be as honest and as upfront as possible, but he gets really anxious and just starts stumbling over his words ending every sentence with “ya know?”. In the end, he just uses every cliché in the book because he can’t remember or seem to find the ability to say what he really wanted to.

C-Crying (how would they make you cry?)

This dude is far too much of a sweetheart to ever make you cry. If you were to cry because of him, it’d be because of how much time the two of you have to be away from each other. He hates having to leave you because it’s always a lot of tears on both sides.

D-Death (how would they react to your death?)

He would be devasted. Crying in front of anyone and everyone he doesn’t care. Coby would also become really unmotivated and go through a little bit of an existential crisis like “What’s the point of this anymore?” “what am I even doing?”. Eventually he’d remember how much you believed in him, and how much good he could really do in the world – so, he’d keep going. For you.

E-Emotion (what is one emotion they would try to hide the most and how would they do it?)

Honestly, Coby is someone who is extremely open and expressive. He doesn’t (or maybe it’s more accurate to say he can’t) hide his emotions. That’s just not who he is. He expresses openly whatever emotion it is he is feeling.

F-Fight (do you two ever fight? How big are the fights? What do you fight about? Etc.)

He genuinely tries to avoid fighting with you at all costs. Nothing between the two of you ever escalates that far because Coby manages to talk the two of you out of whatever tension has been built.

G-Guilt (what is the biggest thing they feel guilty about?)

It’s not necessarily guilt, but Coby still feels as though he owes Luffy his life. Because of Luffy, Coby was able to become a marine. It’s because of Luffy that Coby continues to work as hard as he does. Most of what has happened in Coby’s life is all thanks to Luffy and because of that, he feels as though he has a debt he can never repay (even though all of this happened because luffy was just being luffy).

H-Heartbreak (what would cause them pain in the relationship? How would they deal during a break-up?)

Having to be away from you for long periods of time (obviously because he’s a marine) is really painful for the both of you. It can but quite a bit of strain on your relationship as long distance isn’t easy.

During a break-up, his mind would be all over the show. At work, he wouldn’t be able to focus properly which would cause many problems for not only himself, but others around him too.

I-Injured (how would they react if you are badly injured?)

Panic mode: activated. All his focus is shifted to you. He forgets about everything around him and is set on trying to get you help. He doesn’t even try to take down whoever, or whatever, caused your injury. You are his one and only priority in that moment.

J-Jealousy (what do they do if they are jealous?)

The sweetheart would feel so nervous. He’d keep to himself and try to avoid you for a while because he can’t stop thinking about how much better off you would be with literally anyone else.

K-Kill (would they kill for revenge?)

Coby is definitely not the type to kill for revenge. He hates all the killing and death that happens in the world. He’s a person who is all about trying to stop the cycle of hatred. so despite the anger, pain and hurt he would be feeling he would put all of that emotion aside, and settle it a different way.

L-Loss (what is their greatest loss?)

During Marineford when marines (and pirates) were dying left and right, Coby was shocked. It was far too much unnecessary death. Witnessing all that death was an emotional overload, but it did lead to one of the most pivotal moments of his life.

M-Mistake (what is the worst mistake they ever made with you?)

Unfortunately, it was something entirely out of his control. But one time he had to leave for a mission with the Marines in the middle of the night. He couldn’t tell you anything about it or why he was leaving. He just had to up and leave.

N-Nightmares (how often do they have them? What are they about? How do they deal with it?)

Sometimes Coby has nightmares about Marineford. The constant voices and cries of agony form an endless loop in his sleep, gradually getting louder and louder until he screams himself awake. After waking up in a panic he manages to calm his breathing. Then, Coby gives himself a pep talk “that is why you’re working so hard. To become strong enough to be fleet admiral so nothing like that will ever happen again.”

O-Outrage (how and why would they get mad at you?)

As with the fights, I don’t think Coby really gets mad at you. Probably over something minor like you ate the last cookie or something. It’s not anger, he just gets pouty until you say you’ll make it up to him.

P-Past (what has happened in your relationship that changed the way you saw each other?)

Having to do your relationship long distance was a pivotal point for the both of you. For most, it can be a deal breaker and it comes with more negatives than positives. But, for the two of you, it was a wake-up call, and, it was the moment you both realized “I can’t live without you, we will make this work”.

Q-Quality (what is their most dangerous/toxic quality?)

I wouldn’t say this is dangerous or toxic idk (???) but ANWAYSSSSS. Coby lacks certainty in his own decisions. He’s not so bad now, but it used to be a lot worse. He second guesses himself too much, which can be the difference between life and death in a high pressure situation.

R-Rejection (how would they react to you rejecting their confession (or the other way around))

Being rejected by you would definitely impact his self-esteem. It’d bring up a lot of insecurities and feelings of inadequacy. (PLS DON’T REJECT THIS PRECIOUS BOY).

S-Scars (battle or self-inflicted)

Coby does have a scar on his head. It’s not entirely certain when or where he received this scar, but it’s likely to be from his rough training with Garp.

T-Trust (have they ever broken your trust?)

No, Coby has never broken your trust. In fact, your relationship is held up by the unwavering trust the two of you have in one another. It may seem funny to say that, because trust is a vital element of any relationship, but it’s particularly the case for you two. Being a marine means there’s going to be quite a few things he can’t tell you, but you know he can’t tell you and he really appreciates how much you understand that.

U-Urge (how badly do they want to see you after you guys separated?)

He’s had to learn to cope with not seeing you for long periods of time. But, despite all that practice it’s still unbelievably difficult. When he can, he’ll write you letters to keep you informed about his safety. He won’t ask, but he’d really appreciate if you wrote him back.

V-Vicious (what do they do when they lash out on you?)

I genuinely don’t believe he would lash out at you. He just wouldn’t. Maybe, he’s slammed a few doors, but other than that… (sorry I feel like this one is boring af ugh).

W-Weak (what makes them feel weak how do they try to avoid it?)

Coby always felt weak and incapable in his abilities. Sometimes those feelings resurface. But honestly, he trues to avoid this by remembering how and why he is where he is. He thinks of all the people who have helped him along the way (Luffy, Garp etc.) and it motivates him to push forward.

X-X-ray (what do they hate and show it most obviously?)

He hates needless violence. He understands in some situations violence is necessary, but, then there are some situations (like the end of marineford) where lives are being lost for no reason whatsoever.

Y-Yearn (what is one thing that they want but can’t have?)

He wants nothing more than to openly be BFF’s with Luffy. Given the two different worlds they live in, it’s just never going to happen, despite Luffy being a genuinely good person. (I KNOW THIS IS MEAN TO BE ANGSTY BUT I COULDN’T HELP IT LMFAO)

Z-Zero (what do they do/say in your dying moments?)

Oh boy. There would be endless amounts of tears. Through sniffles and snot, he’d be trying to thank you for everything you’ve done for him, all the love and support you’ve shown him.

[picnokinesis]

your profile on ao3 mentions you like Pacific Rim have you ever considered a series 12 cast (so 13 + fam + master) pacrim au? bc weirdly enough i feel like spydoc would actually be drift compatible

OH MY DAYS ok I had to write this out on a note on my phone because I have so many thoughts, pacrim aus come like BREATHING to me, but consider:

Koschei Oakdown (he/him), teenage heir of some kind of rich and powerful business man who moved his family inland when the Kaiju attacks began. His father is essentially grooming Koschei to be his successor, but Koschei has zero interest - all he wants is to go back to the coastal city of Vancouver where he grew up, so he can stay with his best friend Theta Lungbarrow (they/them) and study things he's actually interested, like xenobiology, since he's certain that the only way to defeat the kaiju is to understand them. It only takes a few weeks for him to get sick of the whole thing and run away, heading back to Vancouver - but the day he arrives, the kaiju Karloff attacks. He survives, and finds Theta, who also survived - but their parents were not so lucky. Koschei's parents believe that he's dead, and Koschei has no intention of correcting them on that, and so him and Theta end up in the care of the state, and he begins to start studying xenobiolology. Theta, on the other hand, has become somewhat obsessed with the idea of jaegers, after watching Brawler Yuhkon fight against Karloff - the first jaeger to ever fight a kaiju - and win. They want to build jaegers and be a pilot, and even Koschei won't deny that there's no way the two of them aren't drift compatible.

Fast forward a few years - Theta and Koschei are two young but brilliant scientists working for the PPDC, Theta in J-Tech and Koschei in K-Science. Theta is working on a new technological approach to building jaegers and also messing with the Drift interface, to see if the synchronisation between pilots can be increased, whilst Koschei is looking for weaknesses in the kaiju's biology. However, they're both entirely invested in each other's research and tend to argue quite intensely in order to brainstorm and have breakthroughs - much to the despair of everyone in the j-tech and k-science departments. But one thing Theta wants more than anything is to pilot a jaeger - even though on paper they have no chance, having not been to Jaeger academy or anything. But Caitlin Lightcap (the pilot of Brawler Yuhkon and inventor of the drift interface) also didn't go to jaeger academy. She just put herself in the position where they HAD to let her in a jaeger by completing the first drift with D'onofrio and saving his life. And so, because Theta entirely lacks self preservation, they persuade Koschei that it's a good idea to test out their new drift technology on themselves. Because the other issue is funding - no one wants to support an experimental rig or jaeger design until Theta can prove that it works. So they will.

And that's EXACTLY what they do, and they're extremely lucky it doesn't kill them but they get it to work and it's fantastic. The Drift is stronger than any before it. And so (after the pair of them get pulled out of an experimental rig and get into a LOT of trouble), they manage to persuade the PPDC to 1) let them build a new jaeger and 2) be the two who pilot it, since they've alread forged a drift bond in the new interface.

And so the jaeger Gallifrey Ember is born.

BUT THEN. They have several extremely successful deployments, until one fateful night where it all goes very wrong. I'm not sure exactly what happens because this is all off the top of my head this morning and I'm currently walking to work HAHA but I'm gonna say that maybe Koschei thought there was some xenobiology knowledge that they could use to fight against this specific kaiju (which is something he's done before and it's partly why their missions are so successful) but as he goes to dig for it, he accidentally pulls up the memory of the Karloff attack, and ends up chasing the rabbit. Only, because the new interface has their minds so intertwined, it knocks the pair of them out of alignment even worse than it would have otherwise (especially since their trauma memories are from the same event) and their drift just goes completely. As you can imagine, it all goes very badly a la Gispy Danger vs Knifehead, only the city they're trying to protect gets hit pretty bad and there are a LOT of casulaties - more than ever since the jaeger programme started deploying. I think in the end it's Theta who, mostly bearing the neural load alone, has to do something drastic to stop the kaiju - maybe killing it in a way that spills Kaiju Blue everywhere and just poisons the land/water. Anyway after that Theta is EXTREMELY ANGRY at Koschei, and he's mad at HER for being mad at him because sorry for having trauma memories and accidentally triggering them?? But she's like I KNOW I also have those memories and you left me to basically pilot alone??? But anyway it's all a mess, Gallifrey Ember is basically destroyed and the pair of them are injured, traumatised, and unreconcilable, and so they decide that they're never drifting again and basically go separate ways. No one ever uses Theta's drift or jaeger tech again because it's considered too dangerous or volatile.

FAST FORWARD SEVERAL YEARS AGAIN. Enter Ryan Sinclair - young j-tech engineer who looks at the original Gallifrey Ember specs and is like "hey, no, this WORKED but it's just it went wrong one time and now no one will touch it, but maybe I can fix this old beat up jaeger and make it work again?". And so he rebuilds the jaeger - and names it Gallifrey Inferno instead. But, of course, no one wants to pilot it because of it's history, and also it really needs two pilots who are used to this sort of interface, rather than trying to train two new pilots (also, what new pilots?? The funding for the jaeger programme is getting cut by the day, and the jaeger pilot academies are all getting shut down). So, in short - they need Theta and Koschei back.

Yaz and Graham are there too - Yaz was in jaeger academy, but then the funding got pulled so her cohort got dropped, and now she's a security guard for the Shatterdome, but she still desperately wants to be at the heart of the action and actually making a difference. Graham is one of the guys who drives the carts across the Shatterdome deployment floor HAHA but he's great, he talks to EVERYONE in the Shatterdome and knows exactly what's going on underneath all the bureaucracy. He's also Ryan's granddad - they're somewhat at odds, but they're also both still grieving over the death of Grace, Ryan's nan, who died during a kaiju attack.

And then I have no idea - the three of them team up to drag Koschei and Theta back? Although to be honest I bet if Theta found out they were rebuilding their jaeger, they would be breaking into the Shatterdome IMMEDIATELY, so maybe Yaz catches them sneaking in hahaha. But obviously, even when Theta and Koschei are back together they are very reluctant to drift. I imagine that they both also have a lot of problems with ghost drifitng and stuff because their drift was so strong. And then...I want there to be s12 parallels, but I'm not quite sure what happens but I feel like Theta ended up being made to work on some weird slightly unethical drift project by the people who control the funding of the PPDC because they want to know more of the impact of the drift on the human brain, especially such a strong drift (I'm thinking like...ok so in one of my favourite pacrim fanfics, Newt gets forced to work in a drift project after his kaiju drift, but he keeps the fact that Hermann also drifted secret to protect him - but it ends up being pretty rough for Newt) but then obviously they're forced to keep the whole thing secret so they don't even tell Koschei. But eventually when the pair of them drift again, Koschei finds out (which then is the equivalent of him finding stuff in the Matrix). But he doesn't find out everything because it's all a mess and maybe the drift is off kilter because of it? Not sure. But yeah! This is all extremely rough so...y'know. Could probably develop it further. My only other thought is that the other jaeger pilots are alternate versions of thoschei or doctor-companion team ups.

[omegawolverine]

Yo yo yo Please Rant to me about the hyperfixations you rarely talk about (idk what to ask about specific cause idk much about any of them but i wanna hear!)

i started answering this yesterday and then realized like half way thru that i did not have enough motivation to talk about that hyperfixation atm so sorry this is late lol

but, i will now be talking about...why i think shikamaru and choji should be boyfriends bc i have zero self control and think this topic should be discussed more.

uh, note first tho: i havent finished naruto and i basically only hyperfixated on arcs during the first half of the series, specifically like the chunin exams and the sasuke rescue arcs so if i get things wrong its bc i genuinely just dont fucking remember, dont know or could not care less about the rest of the series

also slight cw for mentions of canonical fatshaming!!

so, for starters, shikacho are supposed to be best friends but no other friends in this show act like them. literally none. not the girls, none of the other guys, you get the point!! and like. i think that's kinda gay. and i would like to discuss why they come off as gay sooooo let's fuckn go:

choji and shikamaru know each other better than anyone to the point where choji is able to predict whether or not shikamaru will cop out of a fight within the first few minutes of it starting. sure, this could be best bros behavior, but also every other relationship in this show, especially the romantic ones, have like. half the development that this one has, if not less, which is saying something considering shikamaru and choji are fucking background characters

shikamaru was chojis first friend and ever since then they've gotten into this thing of knowing what the other does and why kinda stuff?? not gonna elaborate bc this is like a consistent thing that is shown between them lol

shikamaru knows exactly what kind of fighter choji is and knows that he isn't outstanding and loses a lot but still trusts him entirely when they go into fights and depends on him heavily, even if it isnt technically the best idea

shikamaru is the only one who ever defends choji and will yell at people for calling him fat (they're very very reassuring with each other no matter what)

choji is one of the only people to ever realize shikamaru was really smart besides asuma (like before the chunin exams at least)

choji, when told by ino that girls won't like him bc he's fat and they never will, literally looks like he couldn't care less but when shikamaru starts praising him, telling him to just be himself, etc, he gets all blushy...homosexuality, if I do say so myself

shikamaru constantly praises choji on his skills even tho its known that 1) shika doesn't praise people easily and 2) choji isn't very skilled compared to like. most of their peers

shikamaru brings choji on missions even tho he's told by everyone he's dead weight. boyfriend culture my friends-

choji praises shikamaru for being smart constantly and says that without shika they'd be fucked throughout all of their exams. not necessarily gay, I'm just a sucker for bfs praising each other

also choji is the only one who acknowledges and respects shikamaru as a chunin on the mission to get back sasuke. everyone else is complaining and saying it's stupid that they have to follow someone like shikamaru and chojis just like we literally need to listen to him, he is the only one of us who knows what the fuck we're doing and how to do it, he is the only one of us with the fucking brains to pull this shit off, etc. and im like!!! choji!!!!!! we stan!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways theres most definetly more bc i havent finished this series or rewatched the shikacho parts in months but like. idk. i just think they should be shipped more and im pretty sure the main reason they arent is bc choji isnt the stereotypical hot anime boy, which is gross. like. they have the most chemistry out of everyone on that goddamn show but yall ain't gonna ship them bc you don't think chojis hot? weird ass mfers