#hopefully my uk mutuals sees this

[beaversatemygrandma]

So. On the 4th of July, while out hunting for a good spot to watch fireworks (I have -75% patriotism rn, i just support random acts of blowing shit up, except the guy setting off fireworks at 12:25am on the 6th. Fuck that guy in particular.) Well, we were listening to the radio and the DJ was like “Billie Joe Armstrong announced he was renouncing his US citizenship and moving to the UK” and started going on about something along the lines of ‘AmErIcA GoOd’ And my dad is like “uh. Okay. Who cares. He moved.’ And I say ‘American Idiot came out like twenty years ago. This isn’t new. He has said fuck america publicly multiple times. Get out while you can.’ At first i was like “Out of the entire world, why the UK? It’s just as bad out there.” Then the great resignation. Holy Fuck. You know, he might be onto something here. This might just be a turn for good.

[helaelaemond]

For your Kinktober, may I please request Billy fucking his ex-girlfriend? They see each other again somewhere (maybe a party with mutual friends). Clothed sex, some dry humping if possible, Billy being possessive. You can make this dark if you want. Thank you, ily ♡

HELAELAEMOND'S KINKTOBER

Pairing:  Billy Washington x ex girlfriend!reader

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: it's the first time you've seen Billy since you've been back in the UK. It's an old friend's engagement party, and the love of your life - the one you lost - is there.

Part of It's All For You Billy!verse - reader and Billy were childhood friends, and on the cusp of adulthood, they took their friendship to a deep and meaningful love. However, as the years went by, reader tried harder and harder to build a better life despite life pushing back, whilst Billy let it overwhelm him. Despite their good relationship, reader wanted more from life than what he could offer, and she took a job overseas that he couldn't follow her to. In the years apart, he found Becky, and things got worse. Much worse. Cransted happened two years ago now, and reader is back in London, ready to continue her better life.

Dry humping, breast worship/nipple play, praise, penetrative sex

Content warning(s): infidelity, rough sex, choking, spitting, dubcon elements, angst

KINK CATEGORIES: Infidelity, clothed sex, possessiveness

Rating: E

Masterlist

"Hey, here she is!"

You laugh in delight as the front door is opened by your old friend Tommy, and he throws his arms around you. "Alright, mate?"

"God, you're a sight for sore eyes! Come on in! Party's started!"

You remember this house. It's where your afterprom happened, ten years ago now. In the front room is where Billy kissed you for the first time. Tommy used to live here with his parents, but they sold it to him a few years ago for a steal, and so it's here that his engagement party is happening. How so much can change. How so much stays the same.

His girlfriend - no, fiancée - is one of your old friends, too, and Sofia greets you. She remarks on how much the Balearics have agreed with you and you laugh at the praise. You hand her the bottle of prosecco you've come armed with and she thanks you cheerful. Together, you go to the kitchen and begin pouring it into plastic flutes. She tasks you with passing them round the guests, many of whom you know from back in the day, and you do it happily.

It's been years since you've seen most of them, but here in this house, in this time of joy, it feels like no time has passed at all. All the faces blur into one after a while. It's nice, but it's also a little overwhelming. Thankfully, most people are gathered in the kitchen and garden, and you slip into the front room for a moment of solitude. Without looking, you close the door and press your forehead against it to take in a deep breath.

"Oh. Um. Hi."

You freeze.

It's him.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Swallowing, you turn around and plaster a stiff smile on your face. "Billy! Hi!"

There's a can of Stella in his hands and he's doing his best to appear relaxed on the sofa, but the way that he taps the top of it gives him away. "How's it going?"

You could die right there, you really could. After everything, he's asking... how it's going? "It's good, it's good!" The sweetness in your voice is sticky. "Just got back, so it's kind of crazy, moving into a new place, you know, but it's exciting!"

"Hmm." He lifts his eyebrows as he nods slightly. "Yeah, heard you were back. Mum told me you stopped by hers looking for me."

You grit your teeth. Hopefully, your smile doesn't turn to a grimace. "I didn't know where else to look. And as you blocked me on everything, there wasn't much else I could do."

"You didn't have to look for me."

"I can go, if my presence is really bothering you." This is not the Billy that you missed - bitter, miserable. This is the one you tried to stop him from becoming. Maybe the old Billy is in there somewhere, but...

"Wait!" Your hand is on the doorknob when he stands up suddenly. "No, don't. I'm sorry. I just... it's a bit much."

"I didn't know you were in here, I swear," you reply softly. "I just needed a moment to myself."

He nods in understanding. "Sit with me. I won't be a dick, I promise."

"Don't make a promise you can't keep." But your words are kinder now, the grimace gone. You sit down on the sofa together, and he offers you his can. You take a grateful sip from it. It's bitter. You haven't had a Stella since you left him. God, the taste makes a whole world rush back. The tears in your eyes are sudden and stinging; you blink them away as best you can.

"I regretted it for a long time, you know?"

"What did you regret, Billy?"

His head is against the back of the sofa and his eyes are closed. The slope of his throat is smooth, the line of his Adam's apple so familiar. Memories of kissing him there flood your mind, making it hard to concentrate. His hair is the same as it always was, dusky blond and soft, flopping over his forehead. How sweet he used to sound when you pulled it.

"Not trying harder for you."

"Oh, Billy-"

"I shouldn't have let you go."

"It's all in the past now."

Licking his lips, he looks over at you. "Is it?"

You nod sadly. "Too much has happened."

"Like what?" And then, he takes the beer from your hand and puts it on the floor, and his knuckles brush your thigh. "Looking at you now feels like before."

You stand up as anger rises in you, sadness, too. "It's a memory you want, not a future."

"No, it's not."

"I know you, Billy. You want something that's easy, and memories are easier than reality."

"Don't be like that."

You face him, standing in front of him, and any softness has left you now. "I know about Becky, Billy. I know about it all."

He looks down. He's not wearing a ring. "I don't wanna talk about that."

The thin grasp on your emotions breaks. "I waited for you! When I left you, I told you that one day, I'd come back, and until then, I'd wait for you! That I'd build a life for myself that you can be a part of if you waited for me, too! And you didn't wait!"

"I wanted to. But-"

"But what?"

"How could I have believed someone better wouldn't come along?"

You blink and straighten up. "You wanted someone better?"

"No!" he says in alarm. "No, I mean someone better for you! God, I mean, look at you! You're... you're everything, and I'm just... just-"

"You were everything to me, Billy. And I waited, I fucking waited. There's been no one since you, not even a date. And yet I come back home after building the life I promised you, to find that you're married and with a kid!"

His eyes are getting red. He licks his lips and nods almost nervously. "Yeah, I'm married. To a woman I don't love, with a kid that's gonna grow up to hate me."

"Is that supposed to make me pity you?"

"I don't need anyone's pity, least of all yours."

With his words ringing in your ears, you turn on your heel and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. He kissed you for the first time in that room. It's not the first time he's broken your heart, though.

Sofia catches you on her way to the loo, and sees the anger in your face. She drags you upstairs into her bedroom, and you tell her about Billy. She comforts you, reassuring you that yes, this is her engagement party, but you're her friend, and she doesn't mind that you need her now.

When Billy appears in the doorway, she stands in front of you protectively. Assuring her it's alright, she reluctantly leaves you to it.

"But if you make her cry," she warns on her way out, "I will castrate you, William."

The use of his proper name makes you smile faintly. But then his gaze is on you and you're alone again, and he locks the door and it makes you shiver.

He locks the door.

He locks the door.

"What more is there possibly to say?" you ask defensively.

"I need you to understand."

"Understand what?"

This time, it's you that's sitting and him who's looming over you. He's so fucking tall, it could kill you. He used to be so heavy atop you, and you used to wonder if he would crush you. What a way to go, you used to think.

"What happened with Becky."

"Why do you want me to understand?"

He looks at you darkly. "You know."

And you do. It sends a thrill through you. "Then talk."

"The day you left, it's like... it's like something died. I knew you'd have this great life, and I'd never be a part of it again, and that killed me. Do you get that? You were the best part of me, and you left."

"I told you I'd come-"

He holds up his hand to silence you, and you hate how easily it works. His hand is so big. It used to wrap so easily around your throat. You swallow.

"So I fucked my way through the next year to forget you. And you know what? Every single girl I got drunk enough to fuck turned into you. I don't know how many of them heard me say your name. Every single one of them had the same colour hair as you, so when I took them from behind, I could imagine you."

It should make you sick. It's warped, but it makes heat bolt between your legs.

"Then Becky came along. Opposite of you. She looks nothing like you, acts nothing like you, too. We hated each other, but loved each other, too. You and me, we... we were stable. Steady. Becky offered something different. We shouldn't have stayed together, and we broke up for a bit, but then... Cransted."

"You don't have to talk about that." Your voice is softer now. "Your mum told me everything."

"No, no, it's good for me to talk about. That's what Lana says. And my therapist." He takes in a deep breath and continues. "I wasn't ready to die. And in that car, so many thoughts were running through my head. Of course, you were one of them."

You look down at your hands in your lap. What can you possibly say to that?

"Me and Becky got married a month after that. I didn't know what else to do with myself, and we were both fucking scared. We weren't careful and she got pregnant."

"You always wanted to be a dad."

"With the right woman, yeah." He sinks to his knees in front of you, and it's impossible not to notice his dark expression.

'You shouldn't talk like that. She's your wife."

"I wish she wasn't."

He rests his forheead on your bare knee. He pushes the skirt of your dress up. It makes your thighs tense. "Don't."

"I'll do whatever I want."

You stand up angrily. You'll leave him here just like you did in the living room, you don't care-

Before you can unlock the door, Billy presses you against it, his face inches from yours. "You didn't want anyone else but me, did you?"

"That's over now."

"No, it's not." He presses his knee between your thighs and you try not to shiver at the pressure.

"Let me go, Billy!" You hit his chest and try to push him away, but he catches your wrists and pins them above your head.

"You belong to me, don't you?"

"I belong to myself!"

"If that's true, why didn't you look for anyone else? It's been years, baby."

God, how much you used to love that pet name. He'd call you his baby girl, his pretty thing, his sweetheart, while you sucked his cock like you needed it to breathe. Even now, it makes you suck in air.

"Because I was waiting. There's nothing to wait for anymore."

"Liar." And then his lips are on your neck. He lifts up his leg, and your hips grind down. It's instintive. It's desperate.

"Fuck you," you whimper.

"That's it," he encourages. "Let me give you what you need."

"I don't need anything from you."

"Hmm. Such an attitude now." One of his large hands easily pins both of yours above your head, and the other wraps around your neck. Slender fingers find their old place against the vein under your skin, and he presses against it until you feel light-headed. Your eyes droop slightly, and he lets go with a smug smile. "That's it, baby. You gonna admit you want this, now?"

"I don't."

"Don't say that," he whispers against your ear. "It makes my dick hard."

Shivers go through you again. You grind harder against his thigh. "You're sick in the head."

"Sick for you."

"What about your wife?"

And then, he kisses you.

It's rough and deep, his tongue on the inside of your teeth, his lips hard and demanding. You both moan, both your hearts are racing. He forgets about the hand keep you in place, and instead, he uses both of his to yank down the neckline of your dress.

"Fuck, look at you." It's uncomfortable for a moment as he pushes your bra down, but you shrug your shoulders free of the straps, and then his hands pull you free and his fingers are squeezing you just like they used to. Your head drops back against the door, and his familiar mouth finds its way over your breast. He kisses your soft skin, biting and licking across the swell of your flesh until his lips find your hard nipple.

"Remember how I used to make you come from this alone?" he murmurs around your breast.

"No," you protest half-heartedly. Of course you remember. Over the years, you've tried to make yourself finish just by playing with your nipples, but it never worked. Not like it worked with him. "Stop it, we can't-"

"We are."

"Billy-"

"Fuck," he grunts. He pulls away his leg from between yours before grabbing your hips and lifting you up. "I need more."

"Please," you beg. Your body responds before you can even think about it, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He bends down his head to suck on your nipple against as he begins thrusting against you. Through your underwear, and his soft trouers, you can feel his hard cock grind against your cunt.

"Oh, my God," he moans. "God, you feel so good, baby."

"We have to stop!" you beg. But your legs are too tight around him. He grinds against you desperately, like a man possesesd.

"Mine. My pretty girl, you're where you belong. Look at me, now."

Dropping your head against the door, you look at him with heavily-lidded eyes. His cheeks are flushed, his forehead damp. His lip twitches as he thrusts against you.

"Open your mouth."

"No."

"Yes."

"No," you hiss.

With one arm still holding you firmly against the door, he grasps your face and presses your cheeks. It hurts so fucking much and it forces your jaw open. He spits into your mouth. Disgusting. You swallow gratefully.

"That's it," he praises lowly. "You're gonna make me come just doing this, baby."

"Don't call me that." Pleasure is mounting in you already. Just from dry humping, like you're teenagers again. But he makes you feel like a virgin again. And him calling you that doesn't help cool your passion.

"Why not?" He stills his thrusts. "Does it make your clit hard?"

It's impossible to hold back your moan. "Let me go."

He obliges - for a moment. Billy lets you go only to set your feet back on the ground, and then he spins you to press your face against the door, and he pushes up your dress. When he can't push your underwear to the side as much as he wants, he yanks it down. When you refuse to comply with taking it off, he just tears it. It leaves red marks on your thighs, the violent action, and you almost come from the senstation alone.

Fuck Billy Washington.

"God, I can smell you," he groans against your ear. "Did you think about me when you touched yourself for all those years apart?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Glancing over your shoulder, you can't hold back a choked moan. He only pushes down his joggers - couldn't even wear a nice pair of jeans for his mates' party, pathetic - enough to free his cock, and it's as perfect as you remember.

He notices how your mouth hangs open at the sight. "You want it in your sweet mouth, baby?"

"No," you whine.

"Do you suck on dildos and think of me?"

"No."

"I think you do," Billy whispers. Into your hair he presses his forehead, and he looks down as he bends you forward. You resist only a little - and then he's there, pushing you open. "Fuck, you're so perfect."

Tears spring in the corner of your eyes from the absolute need he's driving into you, body and soul. He's not yours anymore - but, God, you're still his. "Billy!"

"I wish you could feel how good you feel," he praises with a strained voice. Once he's fully sheathed inside you, he pauses, as if to drink it all in. "So fucking wet for me. So relaxed. You need this, don't you?"

Resting your head on the door, you shake it. "Fuck you."

"Hmm." He bites your ear and then blows into it, making goosebumps rise along your flesh. "Try again, baby."

"Fuck you."

"You want me to stop?"

You don't reply. The only response he gets is your strained breathing. And then, after a long moment, "no."

"Let me hear it."

You shake your head.

"Please," he whispers, nearly shaking from the restraint it takes to not lose control. "Please say those words I've missed. It'll be so good for you, my sweet girl."

Sweet girl. Baby. It's ridiculous, you know, but those names undo you. "Please," you beg. "Fuck me."

And he does.

He fucking does.

The pace he sets is relentless and brutal. He has to clamp his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he pounds into you again and again, pushing you higher and higher. You bite his palm and fingers in an attempt to stay silent, and the pain you cause makes him hiss.

But it doesn't matter. He's buried inside of you, his hands are all over you, and he's here, he's here, he's here. Billy, your Billy.

"Never again," he grunts between thrusts. "Not letting you go."

"Not leaving," you promise against his hand. Tears are rolling down your cheeks from the stinging pleasure of his cock, from how brutally high he's pushing you, from the years of frustration without him.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You," you babble mindlessly. "And you're mine."

"God, yes, I am," he promises.

The sound of your wet skin slapping together fills the bedroom. Downstairs, the thumping bass of the party hides your noises, you hope. He pushes two fingers into your mouth and you suck on them greedily. He gags you on them just for the delight of hearing you choke. Then he runs them, wet from your spit, down to your freed breast, and rolls your nipple between them. Carefully, he pulls on it, and it's a stark contrast to how hard he's fucking your pussy.

"Close," you moan. "Billy, yes, yes, don't stop, please-! Please-!"

His hard and fast pace is so much. He grunts against your ear, and then his nose is in your hair, and he bites your ear. "C'mon, baby, come on my cock!"

"Touch me," you beg.

And then his fingers are crooked around your clit, flicking and squeezing just how you always liked, and it has you higher and higher and tighter and tighter and the feeling won't let up and you're close, so close, there can't be anywhere else to go-!

"Billy! Billy! B-!" Your orgasm crashes over you in waves that spread through your whole body. You're spiralling, falling, writhing with it, your heart racing and pleasure exploding between your thights, up your chest, over your scalp. Your choked noises make your throat raw, the intensity makes your cheeks wet.

With your cunt still clenching and relaxing in increible aftershocks, Billy pulls out just in time to spill. Roughly, he bites your shoulder to keep quiet, but his name is on your lips. You feel him tremble behind you, how his knees are going weak.

You both stand there for a long moment, your back against his chest, his head in the crook of your neck. Slowly, he pulls your dress back down, and he pushes himself back into his trousers. After that, his hands find your waist. You try to pull away, but he won't let you go.

"Stay," he whispers. "With me."

"Billy," you murmur. The reality of what has just happened begins to sink in. "This... can't happen again."

"It will, though."

When you turn to face him, there is no regret in his face. "It can't."

He strokes your hair back from your face in a gesture that feels just as intimate as what just happened. "I won't let you go again."

"You're married."

"I'll leave her."

"You have a child."

"I love you more."

You shake your head. "You don't mean that."

He doesn't smile. 'What if I do?"

"I... you shouldn't. It's wrong."

"Don't care."

"Billy. You can't leave your wife."

"So you're happy to let me cheat on her with you?"

You wince. "This was a mistake."

"The only mistake either of us made was me letting you go. And I'm never, ever, doing that again." His blue eyes are intense, bearing into you as if he's searching your very soul.

"Never?"

He kisses your forehead. "No matter the cost. Never again."

[verndusk]

15 Questions - 15 Mutuals

Thank you so much @freesia-writes for the tag!

I guess this is a good opportunity to introduce myself and give a little bit about me since I never really did, haha. Not intended to be so secretive - but also not used to sharing so much on social media! So the answers to the questions are below!

Were you named after anyone?

Yes! I'd rather not reveal my legal name but I was named after a Polish jouralist, writer, and traveller! When it comes to the name Vern - the story behind that is a little funny, at least to me! I was browsing chickensmoothie.com and noticed a pet with a randomly chosen name "Verndesk" - thought it was cool, but also thought "Verndusk" would sound a lot cooler! And it does, so that's that. :)

When was the last time you cried?

Ah, a few days ago. I was imagning scenarions between my OC's. Specfically the padawan Towa, she survives order 66 but at the cost of her master, as it typically goes. She survives alone for years, living in shame and fear - until she sees one of the clones from her squad who defected. They're my babies, okay? I can get emotional over them... (T⌓T)

Do you have kids?

Nope! I am 19 and can barely take care of myself, no thank you! Though my mother and grandmother had their first child at 20... looks like some family patterns will be broken!

Do you use sarcasm?

Yeah... It's a little counterintuitive for myself since I have a hard time figuring out when other people are sarcastic to me - but I love to dish out some sarcasm. oops.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Is "the vibe" a valid answer? I actually try not to look at people and avoid them when I can, my autistic ass hates (irl) social interaction when it's not needed.

What’s your eye color?

I have slight heterochromia, both my eyes are mostly green, but one is paler than the other - though it's not really noticable unless you look at me closely... it runs in the family actually!

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! I can handle horror okay but I prefer a good resolution at the end.

Any special talents?

I guess that depends on what "special talent" entails? I can move my ears, and bend my fingers up in a funny unnatural way. Does remembering obscure knowledge aboun niche subjects count as a talent?

Where were you born?

Poland!

What are your hobbies?

Art (kind of obvious), cooking, gardening, gaming, and writing!

Have any pets?

My cat Poppy, she's 2 and I love her with all my heart. She's a little bitch but it's not her fault. We got her as a kitten, and my whole family has been smitten by her! She's a void kitty! Fun fact, I named her after the poppy flower because her fur is black like poppy seeds, she wears red collars like poppy flowers, and has green eyes like poppy stems - also born in November (1st), which in the UK is known for it's poppies in rememberance of veterans. :)

What sports do/have you played?

Not many... dyspraxia be damned! But I did enjoy cricket and badmintom at school - I love watching volleyball games from time to time though!

How tall are you?

5''4 :)

Favorite subject at school?

Art, History, Psychology, Criminology! I can't pick just one, honestly!

Dream job?

Psychologist! Planning to go to university after this gap year to study psychology - hopefully become a therapist in the future. I would love to work with younger people especially, since I know that was the age I was most affected by my mental health, and would follow in the footsteps of my own therapist that I had when I was a teenager. I want to be the person my younger self would have needed.

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I don't think I actually have 15 mutuals to tag, so if you see this and are mutuals with @swarovski-yoda (that's my main haha), feel free to also participate! I am very bad at tagging games (especially on twitter) and inbox chains but I do see and appreciate all of them!

[heyidkyay]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Thank you @thousandfourhundreddays for the tag<3

1) Are you named after anyone? My middle name- after my nana, which isn't too interesting but she very much is, so

2) When was the last time you cried? Um yesterday? Watched Beethoven and sobbed like an actual baby lmao, someone else PLS tell me they cried too, that poor doggo:'((

3) Do you have kids? Currently none that I know of, babies are proper cute though I guess

4) Do you use sarcasm a lot? Never.

5) What's the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes I think, smiles are pretty too, or how welcoming they seem?

6) What's your eye colour? Green:))

7) Scary movies or happy endings? Idm scary films, have to be in the mood though, but a happy ending is always preferred

8) Any special talents? Uhhh, oddly flexible? and I play a few instruments too, can also touch nose with tongue if that's impressive at all

9) Where were you born? Uk << why does that look strange to me??

10) What are your hobbies? Hobbieeeess umm I sing, very much into music, I like to bake and sketch sometimes too, also yoga atm

11) Have you any pets? I do, want a farm though. Chickens, cows, goats, the whole lot. Currently, I just a have a couple kittens and a pug

12) What sports do you play / have you played? Wow, none really😅 I mean, I played netball in primary but then spent the majority of secondary skipping pe so.. I like to workout now though, running is something I do every so often too

13) How tall are you? 5'8 always been tall for a girl and it's something that took me a lonngg time to come to terms with, but I'm at peace with it now

14) Favourite subject in school? Art and Music mostly, liked English too but only ever when we were writing, HATED analysing things it always got me so stressed😭

15) Dream job? I'd honestly love to be a performer, struggled a lot with anxiety and being relatively shy all my life though, think I'm at a point now where I want to step out of my comfort zone and try new things so hopefully...

Tags: Fairly new to Tumblr tbh so haven't got any mutuals, (feel free to say hi ig😅) but if you see this and want to do it go ahead and use me as a tag, or just ignore:)!

[acourtcfmuses]

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@burnedchaos I love you a hell of a lot, you put up with sleepless nights to talk to me at times given I’m five hours ahead of you; and I’m sorry that I bug you at times you’re trying to sleep, bu I so enjoy talking to you and gushing about plots or books. We’ve built such an intricate world around our Teen Wolf and our ACOTAR muses, honestly, most of my muses for each of those fandoms wouldn’t exist if if wasn’t for you! You’re super talented and writing with you has made me a better writer and I think you’re stuck with me at this point <3 ___

@headsxwillxroll​ Kira my bestie <3 You’ve been with me since my first dip of the toe into the land of indie mumu and honestly I was terrified of following you because I was so intimidated by how amazing your muses were/are (since some are still with us and some are not). I’m so glad I reached out though, we’ve been pretty inseparable ever since (which given you were directly responsible for a lot of my muses is proven) and became irl besties with talking near constantly and video chats. You have an amazing ability to write such complex backstories for all your OC’s and the thought you put into them shows. <3 ___

@dreamingonthedaily​ LULU <3 this woman right here legit owns a piece of my heart. She is legitimately someone I talk too and video chat with daily. She is one of my best friends and legit like family at this point. You are amazing Lulu, and I think I tell you that on a pretty regular basis. You are a fantastic writer and you have such an amazing imagination and knack for thinking up plots and whenever I write with you I get so excited for your replies and what your muses are going to do next. I know you’re on hiatus at the moment, but I still wanted to write this for you to let you know how much I love and appreciate you <3 ___

@isdeathlystill / @headlessmania / @bonmal / @boogiebcys​ TEA!!!! I think I tell you that I love you every time we interact, So hopefully you know I love you by now (and love you more fyi)! I absolutely love reading all our threads and you are an amazing writer and you are absolutely the sweetest OOC, and I love talking to you about everything from our muses, our ships, life and books (which we have the same taste in) and I can’t wait until you next come to the UK so I can convince you to come hang out with me for a couple of hours <3 ___

@childrenofslumber / @sixbillicnsouls You know how much I love you. I love that you see something that reminds you of our ships, or our muses and send it to me on discord to gush over together; and then when you make new muses, you send me stuff about them. You’re so fun to plot with and interact with and honestly, I think 90% of our ships are headcanoned on discord right down to being married and their kids and I feel so lucky to have such a talented person want to talk to me, and share their muses with me <3 ___

@captainharriington​ We haven’t been following each other all that long, but already absolutely couldn’t imagine not writing with you. You’ve become one of the people that as soon as I see you pop up on my notifications I immediately get excited and need to go see what it is whether it’s an IM, wire reply or an rp reply. I really enjoy the way you write Steve and love all the different verses you have for him. <3 ___

@ofblackskies / @scarsbled / @ofsleepingdragons​ Jenna, my love, you’re probably one of the people I’ve known the longest on this hellsite; from back during my first dip in the indie rp community when I had my wildlingmalia blog and you had your Elijah blog. You’ve always been a fantastic writer and I’m so glad when I made islecaptain that we reconnected. I love chatting to you, whether is fandom based or random life stuff, or pictures of our cats. ___

@wolfintime / @itsbuck​ Krys! You’ve been with me through so many iterations of this blog. From back when you were writing Travelers muses and I was solely a Descendants blog but putting my muses into those verses to write with you! You are such a talented writer and such a sweetheart OOC, you’ve embraced my OC’s wholeheartedly and I’m so grateful to be able to write with you and your muses across both blogs! <3

[dru-reblogs-stuff]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals Tag

Thanks for the tag, @sync-eqm!

Tagging... Anyone that sees this? Still don't have a gen tag list...

Are you named after anyone? My parents say no; my brother likes to say I'm named after a girl he liked at school XD My middle name is hereditary though - my Mum and maternal grandmother have/had the same. I think I may be after another female relative back the chain, but I'm not sure.

When was the last time you cried? What level of tears here? Because I had a medium sprinkle on Wed... Work was a bitch, the blood tide rose, I was exhausted and couldn't cook. I asked the Gent for validation that I wasn't a terrible person, and his response made me cry in relief. Last time full out sobbing? I had a dream about my dad that messed me up to the point of waking the housemate up to sob on her shoulder.

Do you have kids? Not biologically.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I try not to. I know a lot of people who have trouble picking it up, so it's unfair to use it around them.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their hair

What’s your eye colour? Not to sound *~❁special❁~*, but I'm told the colour is 'sea green' - nominally they're blue, but they hue shift towards green sometimes.

Scary movies or happy endings? Neither; bittersweet/ tragic endings

Any special talents? Pretty good sense of direction, pretty good sense of time, apparently I make an excellent cup of tea.

Where were you born? SW UK

What are your hobbies? Vidya games, TTRPG, writing, '''media consumption''', making graphics, travel

Have you any pets? Nope. Unless plants count? Fuck it, I'm telling you about my plants. * Bird of Paradise - I've had this since it was a wee babby. It's 17y/o now, sadly never flowered, but lives quite happily in its massive white pot and occasionally causes problems by being Huge and In The Bloody Way. * 'Alo Vera - I had a small Aloe and tried to pot it on but it died. So Sister In Law gave me one of hers. I water it when I remember and in the meantime it pretends to be a triffid. * Blueberry Bush - Mum got this for my birthday 2 years ago. It was brilliant the first year, but I went on holiday during the really hot weather last year and it didn't give many berries. Fresh bluebs for breakfast is amazing though. * Winter Heather - This came from someone my Mum works with. No one wanted the poor thing so I took it in. It's very pretty. * Strawbs - It was like 50p last year. I thought it wouldn't survive but I got a few berries off it. Last summer was not kind to it either. It's still got greenery so hopefully it'll fruit again this year. * Dianthus - Another one bought last summer, because I said Fuck It, I Want Flowers. The petunia didn't last, but surprisingly the dianthus is still growing well. * Sammy the Littlest Cactus III - A tiny cactus I bought 5 years ago for my office. It's doing really well, but it needs potting on and I'm a bit afraid to... because guess what happened to Sammy I and II? * Spiky mcWTF - A zebra plant I adopted when its person left our company. I'm surprised it survived because it got left in the office during lockdown and was over-watered by the Boss. Also needs potting out... * Amarilys - technically this one is the Housemate's but it lives on my desk and I look after it. Very pretty. Hopefully it flowers this year, it might need some plant feed though.

What sports do you play/have played? I used to swim competitively and I also use to kayak. I still enjoy sea swimming in the summer and medium hikes. But I never was and am not still very sporty.

How tall are you? Allegedly Average at 5'4" / 1.63m

Favourite subject in school? Geography.

Dream job? IDK. I used to say I wanted to be a librarian or a coder. Working as a H&S assistant was really fulfilling. Now... Travel writer?

[internetgothmom]

Hi,

I’m a 21 year old UK student who has two months to finish my dissertations (and a lot of other work). I’m also a submissive switch, and have started to realise who I am and how I best function partly through that. I had a sideblog where I reblogged a kink/nsfw things, but was too nervous to really interact with the blogs I liked (such as yours!).

I really want to do good work, I’m really interested in it, but I have lack of support and structure to help me. What I want is someone to, well, have control where I can’t order myself about. Set out my task/s for the day, hold me to them, punish/reward as they see fit. And, well, I’m 21, not the most confident person, but why not try and look for someone online who might be interested in that relationship? Perhaps it could be a fun project for them, and it could be amazing for me.

I’ve created an actual blog (with nothing but some inoffensive sfw posts on there rn) and I’d like to talk to some dommes here about doing this for this next month or so. But, as I’ve said, I’ve barely interacted with anyone in the kinkscene. I don’t have any mutuals or connections there, and I’m worried about how to ask people in a way that’s respectful and comfortable. And the clock is ticking; I only have so much time before the end of my uni deadlines.

So, I guess I’m asking you how to safely connect and communicate with someone here about this proposal(?), and if you could point me to anyone who might be interested in it. Urgh, see, even asking that feels weird. Is this weird? I thought it was a good idea. I keep telling myself “why not?” but I’ve never asked anyone online (or offline haha) for something like this so… yeah. Any help would be appreciated.

Thank you, Seb :)

It’s been three days since you sent this, so hopefully my answer is still useful. (Sorry, I don’t check this blog as much!)

I recommend befriending a domme as a human being before asking them to domme you. Get to know them on a friendship level. Send them asks about themselves (non-sexual ones!!!) and get to know them, then move to DMs. I can’t think of a single domme I know who takes subs on for any reason without getting to know them first!

Beyond that, @emo-mmy is fairly close in age to you and also a student. Perhaps she’d be interested? But if she’s not, don’t push it. Dommes don’t owe you domming just because you want it

[unfcrgives]

"i want to be a novelist. i want to throw away my gun. all I want in my hands are a pen and a paper."

indie, private rp blog for bungou stray dogs' oda sakunosuke. written by ventium, 25+, she/her. no thoughts, only curry.

please read the rules below the cut!

i. hi, i’m ventium! 29yo, she/her, french native living in the uk. relatively new to all things bsd despite a superpower dedicated to powering through wiki pages and having bingewatched the show - i'll probably get some things wrong, hopefully get a couple of things right along the way.

ii. mutuals only blog, minors please don’t interact. english is not my first language, and i like to think i’m a chill writing partner. again, we’re here to have fun, not put pressure on ourselves. also worth noting that this will be a slow blog: expect a few days at least between replies, as i have a phd to finish and my main writing priority is my genshin impact blog.

iii. racists, lgbt+phobists, ableists, proshippers etc etc don’t interact.

iv. blog is multiship and may practice mains and exclusive based on writing partners’ rules and preferences. i have no strong feelings on the matter yet, but this may be subject to change. shipping is great and i love it, but i will also keep it to chemistry-only. naturally, odasaku is an adult, and will not be shipped with minors.

v. heavy topics and nsfw to be expected due to the nature of the lore and characters. i will tag everything i can think of accordingly, using the tag format trigger name tw. i have no particular triggers myself, but have made the decision that i would not have sexual assault or abuse of any kind on this blog - i don’t see the point, and it’s a triggering matter for many people, therefore, it won’t be present here.

vi. if we are mutuals, i definitely want to write with you. don’t be shy! memes never expire and can be sent at any point in time, my dms are always open, and discord is available on request for mutuals.

vii. i am autistic and my social batteries run out quickly - thank you in advance for your patience!

viii. here is a quick breakdown of the verses i am open to writing:

VERSE / ONE MAN ARMY (canon compliant) - oda sakunosuke is a young hitman, renowned for his talents with guns and his ruthlessness. he briefly winds up in prison after killing a man who tried to frame him for a murder he did not commit, helps fukuzawa yukichi with an investigation, and eventually breaks out of jail. he puts an end to his hitman career after a fateful encounter with natsume souseki. age app. 14-16.

VERSE / POSTMAN (canon compliant) - oda sakunosuke works as a postman of a very particular kind, while learning the craft of fiction writing. he delivers particularly dangerous packages by day and writes by night. one day discovers a very strange dying cat on his doorstep. shenanigans ensue. quite his job to join port mafia. age app. 16-20.

VERSE / DARK ERA (canon compliant) - oda sakunosuke works as a lowly member of port mafia, doing all the odd jobs nobody else really wants to do, having vowed to never take another life despite his evident proficiency with firearms. regularly meets up with his two best friends at the lupin's. adopts five orphans. gets betrayed. attracts the attention of the wrong man. loses his orphans. kills again. is killed in return. this verse stops with odasaku's canon death at gide's hands. age app. 20-23.

VERSE / NO REST FOR THE WICKED (canon divergent) - oda sakunosuke miraculously survives his duel with gide. devastated and ruined by the children's deaths and having disavowed his promise to never kill again, sinks into a deep and resentful depression. resumes his work at port mafia once his injuries heal. eventually deserts port mafia. alas, one does not simply walk out of port mafia. age app. 23-27 (present day).

VERSE / BEAST (canon complivergent??) - oda sakunosuke is a member of the armed detectives agency. he is unaware that he lives in an alternate reality maintained by his best friend, the only one in which he actually gets to live. age 27 (present day, adapted from the beast spin off).

[youcantwaitforsnow]

12.27.22

[ky-the-squiddy]

*Private* Hi there, I hope you're doing well and having a good day. I was wondering if you could help me by boosting my donation post for me? I'm so sorry if I'm bothering you and I completely understand if you can't or don't want to help. No worries, thank you. Take care and happy holidays 💖❤️

Sorry, I won't be boosting your post, and I'm going to be posting this publically so that both you and other people can see my reasoning behind it, come to their own conclusions, and hopefully learn something from all this.

Firstly, there is currently a massive wave of scam artists and spam bots on tumblr invading people's inboxes with messages exactly like this. I've already had three in the past few weeks that were clear and obvious scams, so they just got deleted and the user blocked. If you are a genuine person in need, this is the absolute worst method of gaining attention.

And there is the strong possibility of you being genuine! Your blog has lots of posts on it scattered neatly on a near-daily basis, dating all the way back to May last year, and with a more-or-less consistent (as far as tumblr goes) themeing to them. You've made a number of original posts, mostly text, and they're a good mix of fandom, personal complaining about tumblr, and requests for money. Your highly inconsistent tagging, however, did send up a red flag, as it seems to be mostly no tags on 90% of posts, and then occasionally copying the tags of the person you reblogged from. Which could indicate a bot copy-pasting things, or it could just be xkit's 'keep original tags on reblogs' function. Many of your reblogs also all seem to have a timestamp of under 15 minutes from the person you reblogged it from, which again is a red flag as it could indicate a bot using tumblr's Post Date function to backdate reblogs, or it could just mean that you don't tend to scroll too far down your dash. There's also the fact that you do actually have a number of posts on your blog from 2015 before a 5-year-gap, which isn't a red flag? But it isn't not a red flag either.

Apologies if all these observations sound pretty clinical, but this is the sort of thing that people should be looking for when trying to spot fake blogs fishing for donations.

Secondly, and making this statement clearly on my blog is a major reason I'm posting this ask publicly, I do not reblog personal donation posts. Basically ever. I do not reblog them whether they're for medical needs, housing, pets, bills, or anything, and I certainly don't reblog them for strangers.

I will occasionally signal boost commission posts for friends or mutuals, or I'll reblog funding posts for cool projects, and very occasionally I'll help spread 'a major disaster has happened/is happening and here's how you can help the people involved' post that may happen to include donation links, but I do not reblog personal donation posts.

I am saying this as someone who knows what it's like to be flat-fucking-broke for years at a time. As someone who had their entire meagre savings completely wiped last year by the UK government. As someone who has anxiety attacks when I see the total at the end of my grocery bill every month. It is because of these things that I avoid those posts to the best of my (and blacklist's) ability.

Genuine or no, I'm sorry that you're in a shitty enough situation that you feel begging for funds on tumblr from strangers is your only real option. If you haven't already, I recommend checking out Copperbadge's fundraising primer, and filling out the Radio Free Monday form linked in the sidebar. You're much more likely to find help there than by sending out random and worrying asks.

[dykeonvenus]

the anonymity on radblr makes me sad too. i want to show my face and be outspoken and known by my beloved mutuals, make real friendships, but im so fucking scared of the witch hunt. like its 2022 and i'm out here acting like a character in the Crucible fearing unjust prosection by a lynch mob (aka being labelled witch/"t*rf", condemned or cancelled or whatever). it makes me so fucking sad and i wish i was braver but i dont want to lose friends. i'm not a bad person, i'm not even transphobic, but my friends (as in, people who i have grown up with and are as close as family - not people i can just get rid of and make new friends to replace) who are liberal, would suddenly see me as evil.

I find this incredibly relatable anon, you've put this perfectly. I'm certainly experiencing the conflict between wanting to take more action to strengthen relationships with radfems and hopefully find more women like us and the knowledge that 'outing' myself as a 'evil terf' has already cost me friendships.

If any UK based (or from anywhere really) radfems want to reach out and network, it would be great to hear from you :)

[ghostiicle]

I feel like I should do this, so here we go!

I’ve been using tumblr for a while, but never made an account for some reason, but I finally did so yay. I am more active elsewhere though which probably explains it.

Welcome to Studio-Inkwell. I’m Alice, but you can call me Alice, Cala or Bonbon, even Inkwell if you like. I don’t mind at all.

I am a Demi-girl (as decided on recently) and I use she/them pronouns, but I’m fine with any or make it easier for everyone. I am in fact not an adult, I’m in my younger teen years. If that makes you uncomfortable I’m sorry about that, but don’t worry, I know all about personal space and opinions etc.

I’m mainly active on my Popjam (it’s a kids app so you may not have heard of it) as _BangersAndMash_, with my 5.7K* followers, who I am grateful for. I also have Wattpad and Instagram. Also devianart but I never use that.

Although I am an introvert, I’d love to chat and make friends/become mutuals with you, so feel free to chat! Even ask for my discord if you’d like.

I spend my free time drawing and writing, aswell as watching cartoons, despite how my friends think I’m too old for them (I still enjoy them!). I’m hoping it be an animator or author when I ‘grow up’, or something alike.

My current fandoms include Batim, Cuphead, Mandalorian, Poppy Playtime, Empires, Afterlife and Dream SMP, Villainous (a Mexican cartoon) and maybe Mha. I am obsessed with vintage horror and I love making AUs of my favourite cartoons, specifically angst and drama-filled ones.

I speak a little Japanese and French, but English is my first language as I live in England. I have also caught onto the American wordings due to my best friend being American English, so I can answer clearly for all of us hopefully. I can also make out some Mexican sentences, as I watch Villanous. -It’s a Mexican cartoon, you can’t watch it in US or UK but you can find clips on YouTube, I suggest watching it if you like villain protagonists.

All art, including pfps, you see on this acc are mine unless stated otherwise. I think that’s all! Please be respectful!

🌈 Stay Safe 🌈

[tolerateit]

sorry to jump in but I also take psych!

I'm in my second year and we don't really have major/minors in the UK but honestly one of the reasons I took psych was because of the career options! I plan on going into educational psychology currently and like most psychology specific jobs it requires further study but like that last ask said there's so much you can do with it even if you don't want to do psych! I figured if I changed my mind on what I wanted to do psych would be a pretty good "base" to go off since a lot of jobs do value it especially like hr/marketing or even more social work type stuff! I feel like especially with the ✨pandemic✨ and increased awareness of looking after mental health in work settings hopefully there would be more demand for it as well!

honestly I think it's a shame a lot of people still seem to view it as less valuable than some other subjects because I feel like it teaches a lot of useful skills from understanding stats and science down to just learning how to communicate and understanding how other people experience things or even just understanding ourselves!

sorry this is kind of just a ramble but it brings me great joy to come across other people doing the same subject!

omg please don't apologize i love finding and talking to mutuals/people here who are also psych majors!! I agree with you, taking up psych becomes a very easy decision when you know where you want to go with the degree and yess on the skepticism about its credibility as a field! it's such an important subject especially right now (and i can totally see job opportunities + demand for psych booming due to the pandemic) and it is really disheartening to see so many people disregard it as a career/academic choice

[escapewithbts]

Secrets in a Foreign Language (Part Four) - Jungkook

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A few weeks later you entered Jungkook’s apartment with your heart feeling full. You had felt so lonely these beginning months in this new country of South Korea but seeing Jungkook every week had become a sort of comfort, especially now that you knew the feeling was mutual. Once you had gotten the awkwardness of questioning why the place was already clean whenever you got there, you used the time to just hang out with each other. You got along so unbelievably well and frequently had to remind yourself he was literally one of the most famous people in the world right now. It often blew your mind. Maybe it was because his face was all over the city, the tv, the grocery store, maybe because wherever you went you heard his singing voice in songs, or speaking voice in interviews, but the concept of fame was just something you had never thought about; the media giving celebrities an almost unrealistic and ethereal standard to look up to. But that was just it. Idols were people, too. Regular human beings, just like yourself. Jungkook was your living proof. And you really liked that about him.

He wasn’t in the living room nor the kitchen when you got there this time.

 “Kook?” you called out, using the nickname you had begun to refer to him by.

You went further into the home, down the hallway towards the bedrooms. As you got closer to the master and peered inside, you saw the adjoining bathroom door open and could hear the sound of the shower running.

Ah. So that’s where Jungkook was.

You retreated back into the living area, helped yourself to a bottle of water from the fridge and decided to sit on the couch while you waited for him to return.

And he did just that.

You were browsing Instagram on your phone when his voice startled you.

“Hey, (y/n)!”

You took a swig from the water bottle right as you looked up to respond to him, immediately choking on the liquid as you did so, for Jungkook had appeared in the room in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, his glistening upper half on complete display.

You learned early on that one of Jungkook’s hobbies was working out, but damn you never thought you would be a witness to all the hard work he put in. The pictures of his abs on the internet were definitely not photoshopped, an eight pack clearly visible on his abdomen. Prominent pecs, and muscular upper arms, the right one covered by a whole sleeve of tattoos. Oh my god, the tattoos. Holy shit. You had seen some of them from the days where he wore short sleeves around you, but now they were all on display, and they were just as beautiful as you had imagined.

The pants he wore were sitting low, (dangerously low) on his narrow waist, deep chiseled v shaped muscles along his hips; you attempted not to think about where they ended.

Finally, you looked up at his face. His dark hair was still wet from the shower, it was pushed back from his forehead. He had a blush on his pale cheeks, but a smirk on his thin lips, clearly aware of how flustered you had become. You cleared your throat and looked away in embarrassment, suddenly feeling guilty for staring at your friend like he was a piece of meat. But he was just so damn attractive, and you were only human, and it had been so long since you had seen a man shirtless, let alone naked… oh god, no, you were not going to go there, not with Jungkook like this in the room with you. Focus, focus on anything else.

“How-how are you today?” you stuttered.

Smooth.

Jungkook strolled over to the kitchen island and grabbed an oversized black shirt that was laying on the back of the stool. Fortunately (or was it unfortunately?) for you, he pulled it up over his head and let it fall at his sides before shaking his damp and messy hair. Then he smiled at you and walked over to the large couch, taking a seat right next to you. The smell of a masculine body wash and fabric softener wafted into your nose, instantly making you want to curl into his side and rest against him. You swallowed hard, trying to shake those thoughts from your mind.

It was just because he smelled nice, right?

“I’m good. We shot an episode of Run! BTS this morning and we were running around a lot,” he chuckled to himself, “it was fun, but I felt gross after. Sorry for being in the shower when you were here.”

You shook your head.

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you were. I wouldn’t want to hang out with you if you were stinky.”

You plugged you nose and made a grossed-out face at him and he laughed, running a hand through his hair.

“Well then hopefully I smell okay now.”

Ah if only he knew.

Jungkook grabbed the tv remote from the coffee table and handed it to you.

“You pick what we watch today.”

You shrugged and turned on the tv.

“Okay.”

You didn’t immediately go to a streaming app, you wanted to see what kind of things were on live tv at the moment. You secretly loved watching shows with commercials because while they were on it gave you and Jungkook a chance to talk more.

As you scrolled through the channels you weren’t hopeful for anything exciting as it was 2pm on a Tuesday afternoon after all.  

But suddenly, something caught your attention. The mention of Jungkook’s name. You paused your channel changing for a second to listen.

It looked like a trashy show, much like TMZ in the United States, where random people seemed to think they had the right to gossip about celebrities.

 “…Jungkook of BTS and idol soloist Kim Cho-hee are still going strong it seems.” One of the reporters commented.

“Yes, did you see that picture of them cuddling close at the restaurant they frequent in Gangnam? Sources say they were there for hours!”

A picture of the two of them popped up on the screen, sitting close in a corner of a dimly lit restaurant booth.  

“I even heard they shared a kiss when he dropped her off at her place!”

With that you felt your stomach flip and your face get hot.

Uh oh.

Oh no.

Did you perhaps feel... jealous?

Fuck.

“You think they’ll get married? Be together forever?”

They all laughed.

“(y/n) …” Jungkook mumbled from next to you.

“… way too young, but only time will tell!”

“(y/n),” Jungkook repeated while shaking your shoulder gently, startling you out of your thoughts and snapping your attention away from the screen, “do you mind… um, changing it?”

You fiddled with the remote in your now sweaty hands.

“Oh, sorry, no, um, I’m sorry.”

You complied with his request and moved to the next channel, something about wild animals native to the continent of Asia.

There was silence from Jungkook, and you didn’t dare look at him, your heart pounding inside your chest. It felt awkward now, like the elephant that had been in the room throughout your whole friendship, or whatever this was, was now making an unavoidable appearance. You were debating in your head whether you should finally ask him about it all when he spoke up first.

  “We’ve never kissed,” he started quietly.

You ran a hand through your hair, realizing you did not want to hear about it after all. You wanted to stay in this state of naïve bliss.

 “Jungkook…” you trailed off.

Plus, no matter how curious you were it still wasn’t your business.

He placed his hand on your arm surprisingly, making you look up into his worried looking eyes.

“Please, I really would like to talk to someone about it and since you-you already know it’s not real, and no one else really does- “

“Do your members?” you interrupted him.

He shook his head and looked down.

“No, they think it’s real.”

You took a deep breath, now even more shocked he had trusted you so easily with such seemingly confidential information those many weeks ago.

You closed your eyes tightly, the question you’ve been dying to ask on the tip of your tongue.

 “So can I ask... why? Why you’re in a fake relationship with her?”

He let out a sigh and looked down at the ground.

 “It’s complicated. Cho-hee has, um, she’s not known for being the kindest person, er, idol in the industry. She doesn’t have the best um, I’m not sure of the word in English…” he paused to pull out his phone’s translator app, “…repu-reputation is the word in English,” he sighed again, “So obviously as BTS, we’ve been very successful recently, and our managers are great at making sure our reputation stays good. So, her company contacted mine, her company has a lot more media influence in Asia, and asked if one of our members pretends to date her and help boost her reputation, they will help get BTS more attention in the Asia countries,” he paused and hesitantly peered up at you, “so… yeah, that’s basically the small explanation.”

You stared at him in both shock and confusion, so many follow up questions flooding your brain.

 “BTS doesn’t have enough media coverage in Asia?” was the first one to come out of your mouth.

“Well, not necessarily,” Jungkook replied, “but the K-pop competition is a lot bigger in countries like China and Japan because it has been around for so long here and there, unlike in areas like North America and Europe. You know, people in America or the UK or other non-Asian countries might instantly think of BTS when you say ‘K-pop’ these days, right? But here it can be different. Any other act could appear at any moment and take that spotlight, and Cho-hee’s company has more ties and relationships in Asia, more than our company HYBE, because they’ve been around a lot longer.”

You thought for a second before responding.

“So, you’re telling me… her company helps keep BTS relevant throughout Asia, in exchange for you pretending to date her in order to convince the media she’s a good person and keep her out of trouble?”

Your head was absolutely spinning at all this new information.

Jungkook nodded.

Your eyes went wide as you stared off into space in disbelief.

“Wow… I-I don’t know what to say…”

Jungkook buried his face in his hands and then ran them through his hair.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do it. She has that reputation for a reason. We get along fine, but she’s just so… controlling? Controlling is the word, yes? Sometimes I think she forgets we aren’t actually together.”

You frowned at him sympathetically.

“And what if,” he continued, biting his lip nervously, “what if I meet someone I do want to be with. What then? I can’t be with them?”

Your eyes met at that moment and you felt yourself catch your breath in your throat, you heart feeling like it did a somersault.

You looked away quickly.

“Yeah I don’t know. That certainly does makes things… complicated…”

Jungkook hummed in agreement.

There was a pause as you sighed.

“God I’m… really sorry, Kook, that you have to be a part of all this.”

There was a silence between you two. He just fiddled with his fingers in his lap.

Finally he said softly,

“Me, too. I’m sorry you have to be a part of it, too.”

You cocked your head in confusion.

 “What? Me? Because I know your relationship isn’t legitimate? You don’t have to worry about me, you know I won’t tell anyone about the two of you or- “

He cut you off.

 “Not just that,” he paused and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

You allowed yourself to take in his handsome face from this up close: his smooth skin, the mole on the bridge of his nose, the deep scar on his left cheek. He was just so exquisite; and when he opened his big brown eyes to meet yours, he looked more nervous than ever.

And when he began to speak you suddenly understood why.

 “It’s also because I… I like you, (y/n). I’m really… starting to like you. As more than a friend or-or someone I just hang out with one day a week,” his face turning red as he went on, “And if you don’t feel the same way I under-”

But before he could finish you placed one hand on the side of his neck and the other on his cheek as you leaned into him and pressed your lips against his in a tender kiss. He relaxed into you and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you close, practically sitting you on his lap. You finally let his comforting scent completely engulf you, running your hands through his soft hair and nibbling on his bottom lip.

 Oh, yes.

This certainly made things very complicated indeed.

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Sims 2 Law Enforcement Career Default Replacement - Fuck the Police Edition (Maxis Match. Ish.)

With thanks to @moocha-muses for testing, chance card ideas, and providing the kick in the ass necessary to make me complete it.

And while I have your attention, remember to support Black Lives Matter and donate to your local bail/legal/mutual aid fund.

UPDATE 15-Jun-2020: the LTW memory icon wasn’t updated, because EA made this whole thing out of bloated, rotten spaghetti code that doesn’t make any sense. I’ve updated the main file to fix this, but if you’ve already downloaded, just put this little file into your downloads and that should cover it.

Under a cut because holy shit I’m a verbose little fucker.

This is a default replacement for the Base Game Law Enforcement careers, both teen/elder and adult, renamed and remade into Emergency Services. Only the Captain Hero level remains; everything else has been changed to firefighters, social workers, and the like. Yes, I’m aware that firefighters don’t usually become social workers in real life, but concert pianists don’t usually become rock gods and that’s default Maxis behavior so nyah.

I did my best to keep it Maxis Match-y, meaning that the salaries and promotion requirements are roughly equivalent to those of other careers, and the style tends toward goofy. There are brand new descriptions for 12 levels (3 teen + all adult except Captain Hero), with chance cards that hopefully capture the same feeling as the vanilla ones. The icons for the career and the associated LTW have been changed to a firefighter’s bugle. Uniforms and carpools have been changed (no new ones, just using existing game materials) to make sense. (The social work level doesn’t use the existing social worker uniform due to the lack of a male version, and I couldn’t figure out how to make the firetruck show up as a carpool, but they’re still close enough.)

This DR should not conflict with existing mods other than other replacements for the career. (If you have replacements for cars or outfits used in this mod, it’ll automatically pick them up.) I think it should work with Midge’s Playable Cops, but it’ll look kind of weird. But I guess if you’re getting a “fuck the cops” mod, you don’t want playable cops anyway. (No, I will not be making a playable social workers/firefighters mod.)

MAKE SURE ANY EXISTING SIMS IN THE LAW ENFORCEMENT CAREER ARE HOME BEFORE YOU PUT THIS IN. Since I changed the hours of some of the levels, your sims could be stuck at work for a very long time unless you reset them. You don’t want that.

LTW behavior has been left alone, so it’ll pick up whatever your game already uses (family or popularity in the vanilla game). The fingerprint scanner is still the reward, and it still attaches to the bio and psych majors. I will likely mod this at some point as part of a career/major overhaul. (ETA: 20 years.)

The forecast predicts a 100% chance of typos, so let me know if you catch those (or, worse, errors), and I’ll fix them. I will not, however, be making new versions with different levels, although if you want to use mine as a base, you can, and I’ll be happy to explain the process. Additionally, I’ve only done string replacements for US and UK English (and the UK is just US pasted over - sorry, Brits), but if you’d like to translate to your language, let me know and we can figure it out.

Drop both files into your Downloads folder, as usual, and that should change every Law Enforcement-related thing to Emergency Services, except one: the LTW UI text. To change that, you’ll have to mod your game files. Here’s how:

1) Go to your Program Files> EA Games> [latest EP]> TSData> Res> Text folder. 2) Make a backup of the Wants file. Put it somewhere safe. MAKE THE BACKUP. Make multiple backups, even! BACK IT UP. 3) [If you already know your computer allows you to mod within the game files, skip this. Mine doesn't, so I have to do this.] Make a working copy of the Wants file. This should be different from your backup. Seriously. Always have a backup. 4) Open your working copy in SimPE. 5) Sort by name or by instance and find Become Super hero [instance 0x00000B63 (2915)]. 6) Click it. 7) From the drop-down menu, select your language. 8) Go to 0x0003 (3). 9) In the "String" box, change both instances of Law Enforcement to Emergency Services. 10) Click "Commit File". The name in the Resource List should now be italicized. 11) Save. The italics should go away. 12) If you made a working copy, exit and paste that into the folder. You'll need admin privileges for this; if Windows asks for them, allow it. 13) Open the file in the Text folder and confirm that the changes stuck - depending on the finickiness of your system, it may take some fiddling. 14) Once confirmed, load your game to ensure it worked. If you broke the file, the game should crash during loading. Put in your backup and try again. 15) If you didn't make a backup, here's one that should be M&G/UC compatible. (If you have a different configuration, let me know and I'll see if I can't track it down for you.)

In addition, I have a complete-but-untested edit to change level 10 of Intelligence to International Super Spy, and a half-complete edit of Slacker to fix the classism and general yuck. Let me know if you’re interested in those, or if you have ideas for other careers that needed to be decrapified (Military and Criminal in particular). Or heck, if you’re interested in the total career/major overhaul I’m working on to fix a million weird problems, let me know, and maybe I’ll get it done before the heat death of the universe!

And, without further ado,

DOWNLOAD LAW ENFORCEMENT TO EMERGENCY SERVICES DEFAULT REPLACEMENT