#if anyone has any questions feel free to drop them id be happy to discuss

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oh yeah i just realized i never even mentioned on here that i’m a witch now

[illusion-reality-steve]

Coming Soon: Steve AU Ask-a-thon

[ID: a photo of a red and orange galaxy with text. The text reads “illusion-reality-steve.tumblr.com Steve AU Ask-a-thon: March 6 - March 10.” End ID.]

I’ve said that I would get to all of the AU-related asks in my inbox by March.

Well, I’m happy to announce that I’ve finally gone through all those asks, and I’ll be hosting a special blog event called Steve AU ask-a-thon to publish all those asks in the week of March 6!

What is Steve AU ask-a-thon?

Steve AU ask-a-thon is a marathon-like event where I’ll be posting over 60 asks and answers in the span of 5 days. There will be a lot of posts during this week, all related to AUs of the Steve Saga (and some Rainbow Quest)! All posts are short and very quick to read.

What kind of content will be posted during Steve AU ask-a-thon?

Like I said, I’ve finally gone through all the AU-related asks in my inbox, and Steve AU ask-a-thon is basically me queuing all those answered asks in one week.

The ask-a-thon will only feature asks the blog has received before February 2023. This event is not about sending asks during the event for me to answer in real time. The event is about me finally catching up with the asks in my inbox. If I receive any asks during the ask-a-thon, they will be answered sometime after the event, not during.

Is this interactive? How do I participate in the ask-a-thon?

Not interactive. The ask-a-thon only goes over asks already sent to me, not asks sent during the event.

To participate, all you gotta do is sit back, follow my blog, and enjoy my blog posting exceptionally more content than usual.

Usually whenever I do AU-related asks, I’d get follow-up asks to continue the conversation on discussed AUs. Feel free to send follow-up asks after the event if you have something to say. Just understand that the follow-up asks will be addressed after the event, and it might take a while for me to get to them. The frequency of posts will resume to “3 posts a week” after the ask-a-thon.

Why is an ask-a-thon happening?

It’s a fun way to get me to finally clear half of my inbox lol. Plus, the blog is approaching its 1000th post milestone soon, and I thought a big ask-a-thon would be a fun way to celebrate!

What if I don’t want to see anything from the ask-a-thon?

All ask-a-thon posts will be tagged “steve au ask a thon” (no dashes). Feel free to blacklist that tag if you don’t want the ask-a-thon to flood your dashboard.

Conversely, the “steve au ask a thon” is how you can keep track of all the posts for the event. Feel free to follow this tag to keep a closer eye on the ask-a-thon.

You said you would update the AU masterpost whenever you answer AU-related asks. Will you do that?

Yes. It won’t be updated in real time, but my goal is to get the AU masterpost fully updated by end of March 12, the weekend after the ask-a-thon.

Is there a schedule for the ask-a-thon? I want to make sure the ask I’ve sent a long time ago will be a part of the event.

Yes. I’ve added a detailed schedule below the Read More line. It’ll give you details about each day of the ask-a-thon, such as how many posts are scheduled for that day, and the specific asks that’ll be answered on that day. That way, if anyone is worried that they missed a post, or they don’t know when an anticipated ask will come, they can refer to the detailed schedule below.

See you at the ask-a-thon! If you have any questions or concerns, drop an ask! I’ll try to clarify any confusion or concerns.

Steve AU Ask-a-thon Detailed Schedule

Note: this schedule follows Eastern Standard Time (EST). All posts will be released in 10 minute intervals.

Monday, March 6

5pm: 1000th post milestone

5:10pm - 6:50pm: 11 AU ask posts. The themes for these posts are Kingswap, appearance AUs, and a few miscellaneous ones.

Kingswap AU: two appearances

Kingswap AU: power strength

Kingswap AU: chess

Reality Steve on Earth AU

Dark and Plague Steve Saga debut-swap AU

Plague Steve in Blue Steve arc AU

RQ Predictions AU

Sabre in SSO AU

Galaxy Steve in Rainbow’s debut Steve Saga AU

Steve Saga Sanders Sides AU

Light Steve in Void arc Steve Saga AU

Tuesday, March 7

5:00pm - 7:30pm: 15 AU ask posts. All of them are follow-ups for the already discussed AUs below:

Darkness AU

What if Dark Steve was in the Illusion arc instead of Demon Steve

Plague and Galaxy Steve debut-swap AU

Illusion Steve in the Ore World AU

What if Nightmare Steve was in the Illusion arc instead of Demon Steve

United Galaxy Family AU

What if the first Red Steve was in the Illusion arc instead of Demon Steve

What if Nightmare returned in Origin saga AU

What if Rainbow Steve was in the Illusion arc instead of Demon Steve

What if Elemental Steve was in the Illusion arc instead of Demon Steve (2 asks)

What if Plague Steve was in the Illusion arc instead of Demon Steve (2 asks)

What if Light Steve was in the Illusion arc instead of Demon Steve (2 asks)

Wednesday, March 8

5:00pm - 6:40pm: 11 ask posts. The themes for these posts are Reverse Steve and Ancient Yellow King.

Reverse in Elemental and Time arc

Reverse in Shadow Steve arc

Reverse in Illusion arc

Reverse in post-Reality arc

Reverse and Light debut-swap AU

Reverse in 1st Nightmare arc

Ancient Yellow King in Rainbow Town arc

Swap AU

Rainbow Red in TSS

Nightmare and Ancient Yellow King debut-swap AU

Swap AU

Thursday, March 9

5:00pm - 6:40pm: 12 ask posts. The themes for these posts are RRFF, Blue Steve, Nightmare Steve, Rainbow Steve, and Light Steve. There are a few miscellaneous ones too.

Void Monster in RRFF

Physique swap in RRFF

Inverted sibling ages in RRFF

Scientists and black hole

Light Steve in the Blue arc

Nightmare Steve in the Blue arc

Nightmare and Rainbow debut-swap AU

Soul and Corruption in TSS

Rainbow and Light debut-swap AU

Light Steve in the End Crystal arc

Swap AU

Taking Rainbow out of the 1st Nightmare arc

Friday, March 10

5:00pm - 6:50pm: 12 asks posts for the final day of the AU! The first half of posts will be about different miscellaneous AUs, and the last half will be about all asks related to the NRLR swap AU.

Ultra Steve in the Void arc

Dark and Nightmare debut-swap AU

Steve Alignment Reversal AU

Corrupt Steve

Swap AU

Drought AU followup

NRLR AU: redemption and components

NRLR AU: Hypno in the RQ AU

NRLR AU: Evil!Elder Blue’s arc

NRLR AU: title

NRLR AU: power level

NRLR AU: Rainbow, Elemental, and Dark

[spidernerdsblog]

Match made in Hell : Chapter Thirteen

A/N : And this is it the last and final chapter. Kinda sad but mostly happy to finally finish this series. Hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : mature content, kidnapping, blood, violence, murder, death, language

SERIES MASTERLIST

“What? How?” you looked at him with a worrisome face.

“We don’t know yet but we are gonna catch him don’t worry” his hands come up to your shoulders in assurance.

“Then we must go now he might be planning something dangerous to take revenge on us” saying so you were about to rush back to your room to get dressed but Tom caught hold of your hand.

“Y/N stop, you can’t go” 

“Why? You only said we need to catch him” you look at him questioningly.

“By we I meant me and the boys. You are not going anywhere, not in this condition” he speaks softly placing a hand gently over your stomach “you remember what Dr. Martin said, right? No stress and as much rest as possible”

“But-but you don’t understand Tom I can help and I was pregnant the last time we caught him” you argue as Tom reaches his hand out to cup your face with an understanding smile.

“I know love but we weren’t aware of it at that time and I'm thankful that he didn’t do anything bad but not anymore" he caressed your cheek with his thumb "I’m not letting either of you come in harm's way” you were about to say something but he cut you off “please Y/N for this time just let me handle this. I know you’re strong and the most fearless woman I have ever met in my life but for this time for their sake at least stay back” 

You finally gave up hanging your head low with a sigh. He was right with your current situation; it wasn't a wise idea. The risk would be too much and you can’t afford it, not when it’s about the safety of the little ones growing inside you.

“Okay but promise me you’ll be careful and in no circumstance you will risk your life” you place your hand over his on your stomach “we will be waiting for you”

“I promise I’ll be safe” he presses a soft kiss on your forehead “you just take care of yourself. I have told the guards everything and Leslie will also be there” he gives a one last peck on your lips before parting “I’ll be back in no time I promise” he reassures smiling as you nod mirroring his smile.

****

Tom along with with his brothers and Harrison were at their office in Westminster discussing their next move to get hold of Ethan before he makes a move against them.

“Any news?” Tom asks Harrison. 

“Nothing,” he answers with disappointment.

“We searched downtown but found no trace of him,” Harry informs, exchanging glances with Sam.

“How is this even possible? A man escaped but is nowhere to be found?!” Tom groans in  frustration when they are interrupted by William whom Vanessa brought along with her in case he might be able to help track down Ethan with his years of experience with your father's mob.

“Only if the man has never left the place” he elucidates.

“What?” Tom’s brows knit in a frown.

“Has anyone seen him getting out of the house?” William throws the question to his men as they stood there silently with their gazes lowered down at the floor. 

“Answer the question you morons!” Tom barks at them.

“No sir” one of them squeaks out in response as the frown on Tom’s face grows deeper.

“Well then you have your answer Ethan is still in your house hiding maybe seeking for the right opportunity” William remarks.

“Right opportunity for what?” Vanessa questions.

“Y/N..” Tom’s voice comes out shaky as panic washes over his face at the realization “Y/N is all alone in the house. We need to go now!” 

****

You were in your room trying to keep yourself occupied by reading some books on parenting and childbirth to calm your nerves which honestly wasn’t helping much cause you knew how dangerous it is with Ethan escaping and the vipers seeking revenge. Since no one would be informing you about anything you thought it’s best, you take a nap as stressing about it will be useless and in turn be bad for the two little beans inside you. 

You were about to lie down when you heard shuffling noises outside of your room. Your hand instantly reached out to your bedside table, opening the drawer you took out your gun and got off the bed. You carefully tip-toed out of your room, eyes scanning the corridors when you felt someone’s presence behind you. You cocked your gun ready to turn and shoot. 

“I wouldn’t dare to do that” you heard, feeling the muzzle of a gun pressed to the back of your head. 

“Ethan?” you frowned deeply.

“Miss me baby?” his voice dark and full of malice. You went to shove him in the stomach with your elbow but he was quick to catch hold of your hand and twist it back as the gun fell from your grasp on the floor.

“You’re getting clumsy sweetheart” he chuckles tauntingly.

“What do you want?!” you hissed struggling to set free.

“You’ll get to know soon but for now start walking”

“What makes you think I’ll listen to whatever you say?” you grit under your teeth. 

“Well honey news is in the air that you're pretty knocked up right now" he snickers and your throat went dry, he knows "so if you don't do what I say I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to pull the trigger” 

Usually you were tough and it takes a lot to shake you but now it is different. You couldn’t think of fighting back as fear grasped on to your mind and body. You weren’t alone, you had two lives growing inside you and in no way you were going to put their lives in danger so you remained quiet and decided to do exactly what you were told. You slowly walked down the stairs with Ethan behind you holding you by your arm with one hand the other had his gun pointed at the back of your head when Leslie walked out of the kitchen.

“Ma’am!” she gasped in horror and immediately pressed the alarm on the nearby wall to alert the guards outside as she rushed towards you in an attempt to save you.

“Get back or she dies” Ethan threatens, pressing the gun further to your head.

“It’s ok Les just stay where you are” you say calmly. Two of Tom’s men posted at the gate barged in pointing their guns.

“Put down your gun now or you’ll regret it” they threaten, cocking their guns which made Ethan chuckle darkly.

“You really thought I would be so stupid to do this all alone” he snickers when three men dressed in all black rounded them from behind. They pulled out their guns and within seconds several gunshots were fired piercing through their bodies as both of the guards dropped dead.

“Leslie run!” you shout at her. 

“But…” she hesitates.

“Just go or they will kill you!” you tell her as she unwillingly ran to the back of the mansion to get out of the place.

“Yes, run to your boss and tell him that I got his most prized possession and soon I’ll have this whole city within my palms too” he grins wickedly. He then drags you out of the front door to the driveway where two SUV’s were parked.

“C'mon get inside the car” he nudged you as you reluctantly got in the passenger seat while he sat on the driver's seat and starts the car.

“Ethan you don’t wanna do this” you tried to talk some sense into him.

“Oh hell I wanna do it. Today I take back what is rightfully mine. Now shut the fuck up!” he yelled at you while driving and you flinched feeling utterly helpless.

“Tom is on his way he is gonna kill you and if my dad comes to know” you glared at him.

“I don’t care what that bastard wants, he has been using me to take hold of the drug cartel but I was the one who was using him to set up my own gang to take my sweet revenge. Your daddy thinks he owns the vipers, no honey, it's me who gives them the orders” he laughs when his eyes go to the phone in your hands “give me your phone” he orders.

“Why?” you tried to hide it away from him

“Just give it to me dammit!” he snatched it out of your hand and threw it out of the window on the side of the road “now no one will know where you are” he chuckles darkly speeding away through the traffic.

****

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom stormed inside the house to be met with the two dead bodies of his men in a pool of blood.

“Oh God!” V gasped in horror and the boys were left dumbfounded at the scene in front of them..

“Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom called out again desperately.

“Sir!” a very terrified Leslie came running from the back of the house.

“Leslie, where is Y/N? Answer me!” he demanded.

“They took her sir” she broke down into tears as Tom felt the ground slipping from under his feet. 

“Uggh this is all my fault!” he knocks off the glass sculpture kept on the nearby table out of rage.

“Tom, calm down, get yourself together!” Harrison stops him from breaking any other things further.

“How can I stay calm Harrison?! That bastard took her and I wasn’t even there to save her. Now I don’t know where she is or even if she is alive or not” he laments.

“You need to think clearly, Tom. He won’t do anything to her I’m sure not until he gets what he wants” William remarks and just then Tom’s phone rang with an unknown caller id

“Take it I’m sure it’s him” William advised he pressed the call button as Ethan’s face became visible on the scream. 

“Hey Tom, what’s up man?” he says with a smug grin.

“You scum, where is Y/N?! If you lay a finger on her you’re gonna die a very brutal death!” Tom barked.

“Oh don’t worry, she's alright. For now. Say hi to your husband honey” he mocks flipping the camera towards you. Tom’s heart clenched seeing you tied up to a chair. You looked completely exhausted as you somehow lifted your face up to face the camera.

“Y/N…” he croaks a lump growing inside his throat as he fights back his tears after seeing you being treated like this when you should in the comfort of your home. 

“Tom-Tom, don’t agree to what he says it’s a tra-” you tried to warn him but were quickly cut off.

“Okay that’s enough sweetheart”

“Give me my Y/N back!” Tom growled in rage.

“Woah not so fast not until you give me what I want” he remarks with a smug grin.

“What the hell do you want?!”

“Nothing much, just hand over your mob and accept my allegiance only then you'll get your wife back. I’m giving you 12 hours to think Tom after that I’ll empty this gun into her head” he threatens and the call disconnects.

“Hey wait!” Tom yells at the dark screen.

“Let’s go! We don’t have much time” Tom was about to rush out when Harry stopped him

“Wait Tom, are you seriously going to hand over everything?”

“I'm ready to give up everything for Y/N. I don't give a fuck about the mob because that’s the reason behind Y/N, my wife, the mother of children is being held captive in the first place!” he snaps.

“Don’t do anything in a rush you don’t want to strengthen your enemy’s power do you?” William remarks..

“Yes Tom, I agree with William too. You do remember what the Coopers did back then before your dad had to kill them himself?” Harrison reminded him.

“Yes I do but what option do we have?” Tom sighed unable to find a way out

“You have an option” V speaks up

“What?” 

“Ask papa for help” she suggests

“Are you out of your mind?! You’re telling me to ask another enemy of ours for help for whom Y/N was almost going to die!” Tom says disapproving her idea.

“Just listen to me for once all this rivalry between you and our dad is just because of the business. If he comes to know that Y/N is in danger he would certainly help cause he loves his family more than anything” she explains.

“Vanessa is right Tom only Victor can help you. The vipers were his gang after all he will know everything and you also need more men to overpower Ethan” William agrees.

“What do you guys say?” Tom looks at his brothers and Harrison.

“You should call him” they all suggest unanimously. After a little pondering Tom took a deep breath and dialed his number.

“You really have the balls to call us after what you did Holland” Julian quipped.

“Julian you gotta listen to me mate this is important. Ethan escaped” 

“Well it's not our problem that he escaped”

“He has your sister Julian” Tom informs.

“And why would I help you to save her who is the reason we are about to lose the whole drug cartel”

“It wasn’t your sister Julian it was Ethan all along he had been double crossing you and using the vipers to grab hold of the drug cartel behind you back”

“So what? We just don’t care now end the call”

“Jules, wait your sister is pregnant” Tom reveals as Julian perks up at the news.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Julian asks with concern in his voice.

“She is expecting. I know you have had issues but I also know you care for her and so does Mr. Martinez. I know he is listening to this too. It's your daughter sir and if you really want her to stop hating you then help us take down Ethan” Tom’s voice breaks as he pleads with them.

“Dad?” Julian turned to Victor. 

“I'm gonna kill that bastard myself!” Victor mutters standing up from his chair enraged “everyone to get ready and tell them to meet at the Docklands”

****

After searching for almost three hours your father was able to locate you. You were being held in an old factory near Kennington. They drove to that place as fast as they could and stopped a mile ahead to not alert his goons. Carefully they walked over to the place and took down the guards posted outside surrounding the place. Tom along with Harrison and your father and brother entered the building killing anyone who came in their way. The deserted factory echoed with the loud noise of gunshots and you knew that Tom was here to rescue you.

“You hear that? Tom is here, you’re going to die Ethan” you quipped a knowing smile etched on your face.

“Not so easily” he goes to untie the ropes and pulls you up on your feet pressing his gun against the side of your head.

“Y/N!” Tom barged in.

“Come closer and she dies,” Ethan threatens.

“You might want to reconsider mate” Tom says with a sly smirk

“Why is that?”

“Your sister Meredith, is her name right? And she lives in an apartment near Brixton” he muses “guess what? my brothers happen to be there too” fear washed over Ethan’s face as he realized how the tables have turned and all thanks to your father who knew about his sister and told Tom about her.

“No, keep my sister out of this” he says weakly.

“You left me no choice mate” Tom tsks “it’s over Ethan so let Y/N go and no one gets hurt” he warns him as Ethan removes the gun from your head and lets go of you. You take one quick glance at him and then look at Tom standing in front of you. You immediately strided your way towards him with tears in your eyes but Ethan had something else in his mind. He lifted his gun again and pulled the trigger aiming at your back.

“Y/N!!” Tom shrieked but before the bullet could hit you Victor was on time to pull you in his tight embrace guarding you as the bullet hit him on his right  shoulder. He flinched in pain as you grasped on to his shirt trembling.

“Daddy?” you said weakly glancing up to him with tear filled eyes. 

“It’s ok mija I’m here now. Don’t worry everything is going to be alright” he caresses the back of your head gently as you feel your head spin. The stress was too much for you to handle and you fainted in his arms.

“Go get that motherfucker!” Tom shouted seeing Ethan trying to flee. His men were quick to grab him as Harrison snatched the gun out of his hand and punched him right at his face.

“Jules, take her to the hospital now!” your father instructed. Jules took you from his arms and carried you to the car and immediately left for the hospital.

Tom stalked his way towards Ethan as if he was a prey. He cocked his gun, his gaze stone cold eyes burning with rage. He kicks Ethan on his legs as his knees buckled and he kneeled down on the floor in front of him.

“Tom please let me go I swear I’ll go as far away as possible and never return back” Ethan begs for his mercy.

“You should have thought about it before you decided to shoot Y/N” Tom growled, pressing the gun in between his eyes. But for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. It didn’t feel right to him.

“Tom, what are you waiting for?” Harrison nudged him.

“I-I can’t, Y/N wouldn’t want this” Tom looked at him unsure of what to do “it’s better we hand him over to the police” he suggests.

“If you can’t I will” Victor interrupts and aggressively points his gun at Ethan.

“No Victor, wait!” Tom tried to stop him but it was too late he had already pulled the trigger and Ethan’s lifeless body collapsed on the ground.

“It’s ok Tom nobody gets away after messing with my family” he shrugs when the blaring of the sirens could be heard from a distance.

“Get out of here right now!” Victor says to Tom.

“But..” Tom hesitates.

“Leave or you’ll get caught too” he insists.

“What about you?”

“I think it’s time for me to pay for my crimes” he sighs looking at the gun in his hand with a contemplating smile etched on his face. The screeching of car tires could be heard as the bellowing of the sirens grew louder which was soon followed by the clamoring footsteps of people in tactical boots. 

“Now go to my daughter she needs you” Victor rushes him “and remember to keep her happy and safe or else I’ll hunt you down too” he warns him.

“Will keep that in mind” Tom smirks and walks out of the place.

“Raise your hands where I can see them!” Grace orders and without a single Victor raises his hands in surrender.

“Victor Martinez you are under arrest for embezzlement and several other crimes including hoarding and smuggling of illegal drugs and murders” Grace states pointing her gun at him along with a team of officers behind her. A male officer was quick to handcuff him. Tom watched it whole from a distance as he was led inside the police van before leaving for the hospital.

You woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the EKG. Your eyes slowly adjust to the lighting of the hospital room.

“Tom..Tom” you mumbled half awake.

“Hey, hey I’m right here” Tom quickly gets up from the couch and holds your hands as you sit up.

“Tom what happened?” you ask warily.

“You fainted honey, your blood pressure went low due to all the stress” he informs.

“What about our babies?” your hand goes to your stomach as you look at him with panic stricken eyes “are they ok? Tom, are they safe?” you rambled out of fear.

“Yes darling, they are safe and healthy the doctor’s confirmed” he assures you gently brushing your hair with his hands.

“Oh thank god” you heaved a sigh of relief.

“I think we should thank your dad too cause if he wasn’t there in time you would have got shot” he remarks.

“I know,” you say, staring at your lap.

“Y/N the interpol and police took your father”

“Well that was going to happen some or the other day anyways” you half shrugged.

“But he saved you, saved us”

“I know and that’s the irony for the first time my dad genuinely showed that cared about me and now I will never see him again” you say with regret in your voice.

4 months later….

You were seated in the huge courtroom of the New York State Supreme Court with Tom, Vanessa and your mother by your side as you awaited the jury’s verdict on the charges you, your father and brother have been indicted with. After your father’s arrest the underworld imploded and most of the leaders went into hiding to save their businesses and escape the law. It was a huge issue in the international media too, the trial went on for three months. You had to travel back and forth to appear before the court for the murders you were charged with. 

Though they could never find any proof against you, your dad and your husband made sure of that. Tom had told you that he had requested the families not to testify against you and they had agreed. But you know his way of requesting people very well : it's pointing a gun at their head. If they don’t agree then they are permanently relieved of their life. 

When you said that to him he laughed it off by saying “that’s preposterous! I would never do that” and you gave him ‘not buying it’ look “okay the old me would but I’m a changed man now and as I promised no violence” he clarified. But you knew better and you didn’t mind this time really cause you didn’t want to abandon this beautiful life you finally got and go to jail. 

Moreover in less than two months there will be two new additions to your little family and you don’t want to miss any of it. You knew that you could never get rid of the blood in your hands and so did Tom but this time you are gonna start afresh for those pure little souls that are coming to light up your entire world and remove the darkness that had been clouding your lives.

“The jury have reached a verdict” the judge’s voice echoed through the silent courtroom and Tom places his hand over yours comfortingly giving you a reassuring smile telling you that everything will be ok “and they unanimously find Victor Martinez guilty of the following charges related to extortion, money laundering, murders and illegal smuggling of drugs. He is being sentenced to lifetime imprisonment” the judge declared.

“Also due to lack of evidence the jury declares Julian Martinez and Y/N Holland innocent and free of all charges” he adds and Tom squeezes your hand gently with a soft smile and a relief in his eyes as you look at him mirroring his smile. 

“The court is adjourned for the day” the judge announced and everybody stood up from their seats to walk out of the room one by one. You watched your dad getting handcuffed and being taken away by the officials as your brother followed them to finish the rest of the formalities that needed to be done before they took your father to the prison. For once you wanted to hug him tight and let him know that you loved him even after whatever went down between you. You wanted to let him know that you have forgiven him, you felt bad for your mother too after all he is her husband.

“Don’t worry honey I’ll be fine” she touches your shoulder breaking you out of your thoughts. 

“I’m really sorry mom you don’t deserve this” you sniffled

“It’s ok, Y/N I knew this day was coming soon and how much ever you feel bad a crime is a crime”

“Mom, you can come live with us. I can talk to Tom, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” you offered.

“No sweetie that’s not happening I’m better off here and Jules will be there I will be perfectly ok. You just take care of yourselves”  

“Hello Mrs Martinez” Tom interrupts.

“Hello Tom”

“Honey it’s quite some time you ate anything let’s get you something shall we?” he suggested to you.

“Yeah I’m feeling a little hungry to be honest” you  remarked.

“I know love, let’s go then there’s a nice café right around the corner of the street” he says as Julian joins you three too.

“All formalities are complete, it’s time for us to leave as well” he informs as you walk to him and held his hands.

“Jules please take care of my mother” you ask him with hopeful eyes.

“I will don’t worry” he pulls you in a hug and kisses your forehead “you guys take care too, alright” you nod and go to hug your mom before leaving the place with Tom.

Tom and you slowly walked out of the court and made your way to the café. Upon entering the shop you saw Vanessa already waiting for you as you went and sat down at the table while Tom went to give your orders. You were a little bit out of breath cause being seven months pregnant with twins is no big joke. You get easily tired now. Your stomach has grown round and big in the past few months which makes it difficult for you to bend down. But Tom was always there for you patiently helping you out. He even signed up for birthing and parenting classes so that you are ready for everything.

“Well finally it’s over isn’t it? You got what you wanted” V chimes.

“Yeah kind of” you sigh “is it wrong though that I feel bad for him?”

“Not at all after all he is our father we have the right to feel bad but past is past we gotta move on” you remarks “so how are the little munchkins?”

“Oh they are doing quite well and also not letting their mother sleep with their constant kicking seems like they can’t wait to come out already and so do I. I really want my precious sleep back” you joked.

“Oh sissy for the next two years forget about sleep cause you will be getting none” V snickers.

“Can’t complain though I voluntarily signed up for it” you shake your head smiling as you pull out a file from inside your bag “here” you say handing over the file to her.

“What is this?” V looks at you cluelessly.

“A deal is a deal, open it” you tell her as she opens the file and goes through the papers. Her eyes widened with shock as she finished reading the last page.

“What?! Are you serious?” 

“I told you I’ll give your rightful share in the family so this is it” you stated.

“But you are giving me the rum and diamond business. That’s yours” she emphasized.

“I know but I don’t have the time or interest to run it and I can’t handle the business in New York while staying in London. Moreover, Tom has decided to start a chain of luxury resorts and since I have a management degree I’ll be helping him to expand it” you explain “so I’m entrusting you with our family businesses. Welcome to the family V” you look at her with a proud smile.

“I’ll not disappoint you” she promises.

“I know you won’t”

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If you want to send blurb requests based on the series I'm more than eager to write so send me your ideas. Also suggest me some cute baby names both girl and boy. I was thinking of going with Beatrice or April and Cole or Ben but would like to hear your opinions as well ❤️

[sagemoderocklee]

Prompt list 2, #11 for gaalee!

okay, it’s been ages since i reblogged whatever that prompt list was and i don’t remember what it was and i was only able to find one list of prompts and tbh, i had so much fun writing Gaara drunk for Kado that i’m just gonna roll with the prompt I found because i need a warm-up writing exercise to get me movin today. this is kind of aimless and rambling and not really anything special fyi.

based on the prompt it’s probably obvious, but tw for discussions of alcohol use (past, not shown) and also for insensitive jokes surrounding drunken sex (there wasn’t actually any but kankurou can be an asshole)

things you said when you were drunk

Gaara groaned, rolling over and directly into another body. It was a well-muscled body, because it felt like Gaara had rolled directly into a wall. His mouth tasted foul. Worse than foul. Was there a word for that? He didn’t know, and his brain wasn’t offering up any stronger alternatives at the present moment because it was head was pounding as though someone had taken a sledgehammer to it.

He forced his eyes open, lifting his head to stare at the prone figure at his side. 

“Oh no,” he groaned. What happened? Had he really gotten so trashed at his sister’s wedding that he’d taken a stranger up to his room and--

“Good morning!” The stranger was awake. And very loud.

Gaara groaned in protest, pulling his pillow over his head.

“I am so sorry,” the man dropped his voice. Barely. “Would you like me to order some room service?”

Gaara shook his head beneath the pillow. What he wanted was for his drunken mistake to go away. Far away.

“I am sorry, I could not hear you. What was that?”

“Please,” Gaara begged, voice cracking. “Please, don’t talk. Just... shhhh.”

The man gave a quiet little ‘ah’ of understanding, rising from the bed and shuffling around the room. Gaara changed lifting the pillow up to look at the stranger, who was busy putting a shirt on. Gaara’s face flushed.

“Do you--do you know what happened last night?” he finally asked. He shifted, rising from the bed in a hunched fashion, blankets falling to reveal his rumbled suit.

“Of course! You got very, very drunk and uh, well...” The man flushed, his odd, boyish face turning bright red. He coughed. “You said some.... things. I promise, nothing happened.”

“Then... why are you in my room?”

The man laughed, as loud as he talked. “We are in my room. You were too drunk to tell me what room was yours, and I could not find any of your friends or family to help me. I did not want to leave you all by yourself in your state, but I promise, I was a perfect gentleman.”

His rescuer struck a pose, the most dramatic thumb’s up Gaara had ever seen, and smiled with all his teeth. 

“Are you sure you do not want me to order some room service? I have it on good authority that the free coffee is not particularly good, and I am sure you could use a pick me up.”

Gaara’s stomach turned over. He smacked his lips, his mouth as dry as a desert. Finally, he relented. “I could use some coffee.”

“Perfect! Here.” A menu was thrust into his face, the words blurring for a second. “I was going to order breakfast, too. Feel free to pick out whatever you want.”

“Um... I don’t wanna put you to anymore trouble,” Gaara hedged, though he couldn’t deny he was hungry.

“Nonsense! If it was any trouble, I would not have offered.”

“I can pay you back--”

“Please, think nothing of it.” The man disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, leaving Gaara to look over the menu and wonder about the finer details of the night before.

He could remember the first toast and the second toast clearly, but by the third his memory was fuzzy. He’d always been a lightweight, but he was usually more careful about how much he drank, knowing full well the limits of his tolerance.

The man returned from the bathroom, smiling as though he hadn’t spent the night before partying. How could he be so chipper first thing in the morning?

“Did you decide on what you wanted?”

“I’ll just have a plain omelette.” That should hopefully be gentle on his roiling stomach. “And a coffee. Black with sugar.”

“That sounds like the perfect thing to perk you up!”

Gaara didn’t want to ask, but he had to know. “What exactly happened last night? I mean, I know nothing--nothing happened between us, but I don’t remember even meeting you.”

The man’s expression was caught between open embarrassment and dejection. “Ah, I should have realized you would not remember that. I think you were already quite drunk by the time Naruto-kun introduced us.”

“Naruto? So then you were one of Shikamaru’s guests?” He’d had to assume, given that no one else was in the room with them that this stranger hadn’t been anyone’s plus one. And he certainly didn’t seem like the sort of person his sister would associate with.

“Indeed, I was! Shikamaru-kun and Naruto-kun are very dear friends of mine, and I was overjoyed to hear about Shikamaru-kun’s engagement to Temari-san! She is your sister, right?”

“Um, yeah. How come I’ve never met you before the wedding?”

“I live abroad! I work in the film industry, so I am always traveling back and forth between LA and Japan. Of course, when I got the invitation, I was worried I would not be able to make it, but thankfully, my schedule opened up and here I am!”

Gaara had to wonder if everyone in LA was this upbeat and earnest.

“And can I ask your name?” An embarrassed flush crept up the back of Gaara’s neck, mixed with the guilt of having forgotten everything about the man.

“Rock Lee!” Again, the man gave a thumb’s up, the dramatic flair perfectly suited to a career in film, Gaara thought dryly.

“Rock Lee. Well, Rock Lee, I appreciate you taking care of me last night. I hope I wasn’t too much trouble.”

The embarrassed flush from before returned to Rock Lee’s incredibly expressive face, a dead giveaway that he was leaving out some very important details. He laughed nervously, waving his hands. “N-no! You were no trouble at all, Gaara-san! Just a little too drunk to be left alone!”

“What are you not telling me?” Gaara asked, but Rock Lee had already picked up the phone and dialed room service. Gaara narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t avoid the conversation forever. Gaara was still in his room, after all.

Once their breakfast order had been placed, Rock Lee offered to let Gaara shower while they waited, a clear sign that he was trying to avoid filling Gaara in on all the horrid details from the night’s festivities.

Gaara allowed him to sidestep the issue--a shower did sound nice and perhaps if he let it go, Rock Lee would drop his guard and let something slip.

By the time he got out of the shower, their food had arrived, and Lee had changed into fresh clothes.

“Breakfast!” Rock Lee chimed. “How was your shower? Do you feel rejuvenated?”

Gaara couldn’t fathom the way Lee spoke. He shrugged. “A bit. Food smells good.”

The omelette was perfectly bland, and the coffee sufficiently strong, which went a long way in lifting Gaara’s mood and settling his stomach. He eyed Rock Lee carefully from the corner of his eye as he ate, weighing the best way to get the truth out of him.

“So,” Gaara began when his omelette was almost gone and his head had cleared. “Did you have fun last night? I mean, before you had to babysit me.”

“I did not mind that!” Rock Lee insisted. “And I did have fun! It was so wonderful seeing all my friends again, and to be able to celebrate Shikamaru-kun’s union with your sister!” A tear glistened at the corner of his round eye, caught between his thick lashes.

“Um, yeah. It was great. Really nice ceremony and all.”

“The ceremony was magical!” The tears in his eyes welled, fat drops clamoring to be free from the clutches of his lashes. “I have never seen such a splendid wedding! Well, I have not been to very many weddings. My friends, Neji and Tenten, are getting married next summer--oh, but you probably do not remember them.”

“They don’t sound familiar,” Gaara confirmed.

“Well, Neji is Hinata-san’s cousin--”

“And that is?”

“Naruto-kun’s girlfriend!” Lee said, scandalized. “How could you not know her?”

“Honestly, I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend.” Had she been with him last night? Gaara remembered running into Naruto, but he definitely didn’t remember a woman with him.

“Oh, that is--well, I suppose you and Naruto-kun have not been in touch recently! Because they have been dating for some time now.”

The look on Rock Lee’s face kept Gaara from countering this fact. Clearly, there was trouble in paradise if Naruto had been dating her for ‘some time’ and not told Gaara.

“So,” Gaara quickly searched for a new topic, something that would lead to more concrete answers about the night before. “Naruto dumped me on you, and then ran off with his girlfriend?”

There was a long moment of silence wherein Rock Lee’s expressive face pinched tight, his strange mouth pressed into a line so tight his lips went white. “Actually, he was distracted by Sasuke-kun, but... well that is always how he has been. But I did not mind taking care of you!”

“My brother says I’m a handful when I’m drunk,” Gaara goaded. “Says I get really weepy.”

“Not at all! You were perfectly happy to be in my company! You even--” He stopped short, flushing. He cleared his throat. “You were very happy to spend time with me, even if you do not remember.”

Damn. So close.

“Huh. Well, lucky you then. You didn’t drink much, I take it.”

“Actually, I cannot have alcohol at all. It... does not agree with me.”

Gaara snorted derisively. “I don’t think it agrees with me either.”

“True,” Rock Lee said with a laugh. “However, at least you do not cause property damage when you drink.”

Property damage? Gaara’s curiosity was piqued, but as he opened his mouth to ask further questions, his pocket began to vibrate. The caller ID was a photo of Kankurou, and he answered quickly. “Hey.”

“Heyyyyyy,” Kankurou drawled, his tone arch. “How’s my lil brother doin’ today?”

Gaara glared. “Hungover, no thanks to you and Naruto.”

Kankurou guffawed, his laugh echoing loudly through the phone’s speaker. “I’m sorry,” he said after a minute, completely unapologetic.

“No you’re not,” Gaara said.

“You’re right. I’m not. Soooo. What happened with that guy? The bowl-cut? You two were gettin’ pretty cozy, eh?”

Gaara caught Rock Lee’s wide-eyed gaze at that moment, both of them equally red thanks to Kankurou’s carrying voice.

“Unlike some people,” Gaara stated, accusingly, “Rock Lee didn’t abandon me to fend for myself.”

“Oh, I bet,” Kankurou teased.

“Fuck you,” Gaara said, rolling his eyes. “He made sure I was okay. That’s it.”

“So if I go to your room right now, I’m not gonna find that bowl-cut in there?”

“You’re not gonna find me in there, either. I’m in his room.” Not exactly proof solid that nothing happened, at least not in Kankurou’s mind, but Gaara knew his brother. He’d be knocking down Gaara’s door any minute.

Kankurou whistled. “Damn. And you expect me to believe nothing happened?”

“He’s right here. You can ask him yourself.” Gaara put his phone on speaker, holding it between himself and an indignant Rock Lee.

“Oh shi--”

“Hello,” Rock Lee greeted, his tone clipped. “I will have you know that I would never take advantage of someone in their drunken state and I do not appreciate your mockery!”

Gaara sniggered, covering his face with his hand, while the other end was silent.

“Damn, looks like you got yourself a knight in shining armor, huh, lil brother?” Kankurou finally said. “All right. Guess I better leave you to it. Sorry for insulting your character, Bowl-Cut.” Again, Kankurou did not sound even the least bit sorry.

Rock Lee’s huff of indignation made it clear he wasn’t buying Kankurou’s apology.

“Whatever, jackass,” Gaara said. “I’ll see you later.”

He hung up without another word, tossing his phone on the bed.

“Sorry about my brother.”

“That is all right. I know what it must have looked like to others, but I promise I would never do anything untoward!”

“Yeah, I gathered,” Gaara said. “I appreciate it, by the way.”

“Please, do not mention it. Common decency does not need to be rewarded with thanks!”

Gaara eyed his phone thoughtfully, a thought occurring to him. “I suppose that’s fair. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

He snatched his phone from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom again, opening up his photo album. Sure enough, there were countless photos and videos from the night before, including a particularly long one, the thumbnail of which he could see Rock Lee’s shining black bowl-cut.

He pressed play.

“--so cute,” a drunk Gaara slurred, the image shaking as he held his phone and zoomed in on an oblivious Lee sitting with a pair of people he didn’t recognize.

Naruto’s familiar snicker echoed through the video. “You think Gejimayu’s cute?”

“Shhhhh!” Gaara shoved the camera and his free hand directly into Naruto’s face, clamping a hand over his mouth. “He’ll hear you!”

The camera zoomed in on Rock Lee again, his friends rising from the table and disappearing on the crowded dance floor.

“You want me to introduce you?”

“Noooooo,” Gaara said. “No, he’s--he’s so--”

The expression on Naruto’s face was one of comic confusion. He stared back and forth between the camera and Rock Lee, eyebrows high on his forehead. “I don’t know a single person who’s ever looked at Rock Lee and been flustered. You are drunker than I thought.”

“Dick,” Gaara grumbled, training the camera on Rock Lee again. “Oh, shit.”

The video ended, the camera half falling as Gaara fumbled to turn it away from Rock Lee who had caught him filming.

Gaara swiped to the next photo, which was of him and Naruto, both utterly shitfaced. The next item in his album was another video, shorter than the first.

“--dare you to go talk to him!” Naruto was egging Gaara on.

Gaara snickered, even his laughter filled with drunken slurring. “What--what should I say?”

“Tell him you think his eyebrows are sexy,” Naruto laughed.

Gaara swung the camera around so that it focused on Rock Lee over his shoulder.

“You have to come with me,” Gaara begged.

Gaara couldn’t take it anymore and he closed out of the video, his face awash with heat. He wondered if he’d ever actually told Rock Lee his eyebrows were sexy or if he’d done some other embarrassing thing in front of him.

Either way, he was amazed the man hadn’t abandoned him.

When he returned from the bathroom, Rock Lee had gathered up their dishes and was making the bed.

“Are you feeling all right?” he asked, looking up from his task.

“Yeah, I--” He stared at Rock Lee’s face and his thick eyebrows, embarrassment hot in his face. “I hope I didn’t say anything or do anything last night that was um...”

The smile Rock Lee sent his way was filled with fondness, which was strange given how little Gaara remembered from the night before.

“You do not need to worry. Even if you were a bit handsy,” he added, then blushed.

Gaara was mortified, but he couldn’t say he was surprised to by the admission based on what little he’d been able to bring himself to watch on his phone.

“I’m so sorry,” he managed, fighting to find his voice through embarrassment.

“Please do not worry! I did not mean to say that, I was just--I mean--it was fine! Honest! I understand you were drunk, and Naruto-kun probably put you up to it--”

“What? No! He didn’t--I mean, he encouraged me to talk to you because I thought you were cute--”

“Right, when you were drunk--”

“I think you’re cute now!” Gaara said quickly. “I’m just not... good at this stuff.”

A smile worked its way onto Rock Lee’s face, so wide it looked like it hurt. “Really? You--you actually think I am cute?”

Gaara shifted awkwardly. “Yeah, I mean, is that really so surprising?”

Rock Lee laughed. “For me, yes. Most people do not think I am cute.”

“Their loss.” 

“Do you,” Rock Lee began, then stopped, hesitating. “I hope this is not presumptuous of me, but would you want to grab dinner sometime?”

Gaara couldn’t quite believe his luck. He’d have to thank Naruto for foisting him off on Rock Lee, because if he hadn’t, there was no way Gaara would have worked up the nerve to have talked to the man.

“I’d love to,” he finally managed, a smile on his face.

Who knew waking up hungover could end so well?

[sharkb0yinthewat3r]

What was coming out like for you?

For years I was closeted and i really didn’t want to do it. I go back and forth between whether or not I thought it was unnecessary or I told myself it was unnecessary so I wouldn’t have to do it. It was probably a little bit of both.

I knew for a while that at the very least my mom knew since she was the only one dropping hints. But if she did so did everybody else. After I was like truly accepting of myself, I really did buy into the narrative that i didn’t need to do it. On one hand I felt like everyone in my family already knew so there was no need to inform them, there was no need to bring it up out of nowhere unprompted, and it’s just ridiculous that that’s something anyone has to do. I’m more than my sexuality and straight people don’t have to come out.

Anyway this ended up being a really long post feel free to read all of it, but the main takeaway is that coming out was scary. Even when I knew nothing big was going to come of it, there’s just like this anxiety I had and I think it’s normal. Im lucky to live a life where I can be myself freely without having to be concerned about repercussions. I would say me coming out to my friends/just not hiding who I was from them was a great experience. My cousins were so great. My mom and my sister, I guess I wish that those had gone better which is crazy to me because they had known the longest and had so long to prepare and just didn’t have ideal reactions (far from awful but it was kinda just like uhhh ok?) and then my dads is probably my favorite bc that’s how it should be for everyone. It was ultimately very freeing for me but it was also like very uncomfortable for me.

My coming out happened in 4 phases:

1. College freshman year: i was struggling with my sexuality after I got my first crush and wasn’t sure whether or not people would accept me and eventually I told one friend that I lived with and he never treated me differently, I think I told three other friends that were girls, but overall it was extremely difficult to communicate for me. I would say that this was a time in which I was still closeted.

2. I now work on accepting myself and don’t really talk about it with people unless it comes up for the next three years. I’m now in my fourth year of college and join an org where I’m placed on a committee that’s essentially 60% gay males 40% straight males (and girls). My goal when joining was just to be open and let people get to know me. I was still middle ish of the road and sorta wanted to be perceived as straight. I think people just kind of started to assume I was gay and it was like “oh I don’t have to think about telling anyone anything or acting a certain way. I can just be myself” and I kinda just let loose and as we started hanging out and going to parties together I was able to open up and be myself judgement free and it was just so much fun and that’s when I like TRULY accepted myself and I was like life should be like this all the time. I can’t believe I haven’t been doing this. This was more of like a me coming out to myself than anything else and showing myself how enjoyable life can be when you don’t bottle yourself up.

3. Same year (after my first semester) Even though I was very open with my friends at school, this was my first time home for a ‘long break’ and I wasn’t as open with my family. Me and my two female cousins went out for a day together in the city and then ended up at a bar where they were talking about the kind of guys they were into and my one cousin mentions that she’s into older guys and I didn’t say anything and then our other cousin went to the bathroom and I was like btw I’m gay and I only wanted to preface that bc when u said u were into older guys I was like legit same I know exactly what you mean. My other cousin came back from the bathroom and then we laughed about it, but they were the sweetest and most supportive I could’ve wanted. I don’t think I’d ever felt as close with them as I did in that moment. They asked if anyone else knew and I was like well my friends but that’s it and they said they wouldn’t tell anyone and I thanked them.

A few nights later I met my sister out at a bar for her birthday in the city. I was hanging out with her friends (who I knew just not on a real personal level) because she was dancing and making out with some guy. This is actually kinda funny. It was winter and the bar was hot so I tied my jacket around my waist (as I often do bc that’s just typically part of my look, kinda like a staple of mine tbh) and her friend is like “ryán why are you wearing that around your waist, go put it in the coat check” and I was like no thanks like I really don’t mind having it on my waist, I like the way it looks and I honestly don’t wanna pay and she’s like “you have to check it, any girl who walks in here and sees a guy with a jacket around his waist will not want to get with him” and I looked at her and laughed and was like “lol ok well that’s fine because I’m into guys anyway” and she was taken aback like “OH” and I was like lol r u surprised and she was like well your sister just never told me that and I said well idk why she would, like for one I’m not sure why that would be a topic of discussion between the two of you and for two I haven’t told her anyway. She and my sisters other gay friend practically forced me to tell her the entire night and I was like um ok. And then my sister got mad at me for telling them before her and made it all about herself and I was drunk crying running to the bathroom lol and she followed it up with SO MANY questions and was like you gotta tell mom and dad we talk about it all the time. And I was like 1. No I don’t, if they wanna know they can ask me I don’t care 2. That’s kinda fucked up that you guys talk about me and my sexuality all the time behind my back?? 3. If you just said u all know why do I have to tell you. There isn’t really more to the story there, it was her telling me to and me saying no.

4. It is the 2019th summer. Id thought many times about telling my parents I wanted to go to pride and just like ended up saying nothing. Fact of the matter was that I wasn’t proud and honestly even if I wanted to go I didn’t know who I’d go with. My parents are VERY religious and when I was younger I had heard my mom express worry about a girls mother after the girl had come out as a lesbian l o l. Years go by and my mom got me a pamphlet for the lgbt center mixed in with a bunch of other papers when I moved in my freshman dorm, said a lot of encouraging things to me like telling me “you can date anyone you want” and asking me about my love life (this kind of stuff happened between stages 1 and 2). Nothing was explicitly said but I think we both silently acknowledged it. She even asked about one of my gay friends bc I think she thought we mightve been dating (between stage 3 and 4) which we were not and never have hooked up or anything. Honestly I knew they’d be supportive and I knew they weren’t going to kick me out, I just didn’t know how they’d honestly and truly take it. And by the time that I didn’t give a fuck about how anybody “took” the “news” I was aware that they knew and subscribed to all the beliefs that I listed above. If they wanted to know so desperately they could ask me. At this point I wasn’t even trying to hide it. A guy kinda fucked me over right before school was over and I was talking to her on the phone and she was asking how I was and why I sounded meh and I just told her guys suck without trying to get into it. Anyhow picture this, straight pride has just been confirmed for August 2019. Gays are distressed everywhere. Can we not have one thing??? I share a post to my insta story stating something along the lines of “straight pride isn’t necessary and you should be happy you don’t need it. LGBT people need pride because we still don’t have equal rights and people get killed every day for being a part of this community and people get kicked out of their homes for loving someone, etc.” and I guess my mom saw it and was like that was an interesting post on your instagram and I was like lol ok thanks. (She had thought I didn’t think I was safe in my own home and that’s why I wasn’t coming out) And she’s like is there something you want to tell me? And I say is there something you want me to tell you? And she says only if you want to. And I say “what mom do you want me to tell you I’m gay? Like it’s not a secret. I know you know and everybody else knows.” We went on a walk and she said some highly questionable microaggressions but meant with overall support. At this point though like I already accepted myself so I could just roll my eyes and be like lol whatever you don’t get it.

Then my dad comes back and she calls him to the kitchen and is like I think you should tell him now. And i was like gurl what? This is so out of nowhere and so ridiculous. You’re really going to do this after we just had an hourlong discussion on why I didn’t feel the need to come out. And my dad comes in and is like what’s up and I say hey just so you know I’m gay, ok? And he says ok.

[jimlingss]

Jungle Park [7]

Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 7.5 OR Chapter 8

➜ Words: 7.3k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

Marriage seems to be the ultimate goal for many. And she can’t blame those who want it. At least when she constantly faces the most beautiful side of love and matrimony, bouquets of red roses and yellow tulips, long trains of wedding dresses, the tulle of the veil, the glowing smile of both bride and groom radiating happiness.   Yes. Weddings were undoubtedly gorgeous.   “And here...a song dedicated to these love birds.” The band behind her is already beginning and all the guests clap. It’s a pretty easy gig when she can sprout all the cheesiest nonsense and bullshit she wants and they eat it from the palm of her hand. “May their love be everlasting as the stars.”   The woman with the sleek, long, black hair stands at the stage. She parts her lips and sings the first note, the melodic song filling the venue as the bride and groom begin their first dance. It’s another sickening love song of the most delusional lyrics, but she doesn’t care much. By the looks of people’s faces, they’re loving every second of it.   When the song ends and she belts the last note out, microphone pressed to her lips, the audience erupts into claps with melted expressions. “That was amazing. You have a really beautiful voice,” the best man says as he approaches and the band continues playing some background music, others joining the dance floor.   “Thanks.” She sets down the mic and climbs off the stage. “I’d like to say I try.”   He trails after her to the side. “And you’re friends with the bride…?”   “Oh no.” She uncaps a bottle of water and takes a sip, quenching her throat. “I’m just a hired wedding singer.”   “You’re a professional then?” He grins and it’s obvious he’s trying to flirt with her through praise. She’s flattered, but largely unaffected.   “One day, maybe I’ll be.” Her arm extends straight out and the best man shakes her hand with a firm grip. “My name is Jung Sowon.”   “Nice to meet you, Sowon. My name is Sejin.” He smiles and lets go, slipping his hands into his black, dress pants pockets. He kicks the grass once and glances up. “I don’t know if this is okay, but I was wondering if I could get your number. I’d love to hear your lovely voice again.”   “Well, I don’t know about my number, but I can give you a number.” She reaches inside her blazer pocket and pulls out a rectangular piece of white card stock and hands it to him.   Sejin takes the card and frowns, reading the top. “Jung and Park….?”   “That’s my brother’s law firm.” She beams brightly like a ball of sunshine. “He’s a divorce lawyer. Keep it. You might never know when it might come in handy.”   The man is mortified, jaw slack as the card is still held in his hands and he watches the woman saunter away. When the band is on break, she also hands out the business cards like they’re flyers. “Please check out this law firm. Jung Hoseok does matters of divorce. He’s a really good lawyer.”   She bows at the wedding guests and hand them the card as well. Their eyes are always wide, mouths dropping open. She even leaves them on people’s plates and on the tables like they’re wedding favours. “Hello, please take this. Jung Hoseok is a fantastic divorce lawyer.”   Hey...it’s free advertisement. Might as well.   As Sowon weaves between white round tables, a kid accidentally collides into her, face planting right into her legs. The little girl giggles and stares up, pretty hair decorated with a flower headband, pink dress wrinkled from running around — an angel on the outside and a parent’s nightmare on the inside. “Oops, sorry!”   The older woman squats down with a smile, meeting her eyes at the same level. “It’s okay. I actually have a present for you.”   She qurisk her head to the side, apples of her cheeks reddening from the cool breeze. “What is it?”   “This.” She hands her the rectangular card and the child’s brows knit together while her cute lips pout. “This is really important. Give it to your parents, okay? It might help them one day.”   “Okay!” She grins and goes running off.   The wedding singer eventually strolls over to the buffet line and grabs free plates of food without anyone really noticing. She sings a handful more songs afterwards, most being the same old cliché love songs. Things couldn’t get easier or better than this. And after the party’s over, she bids goodbye to the band and packs up her stuff.   At home, Sowon flops on the bed. Her body molds against the mattress, tired and aching bones she didn’t remember having ten years ago after running miles. She’s trying to muster energy to take a shower that’ll wash away the grime on her skin. But before she can launch herself on her feet again, her phone rings beside her head.   It rings and rings and her arm reaches over, grabbing the mobile device. She smiles while reading the caller ID and picks up without another second to spare. “Well, well, well, looks like my little brother finally decided to give his poor, older sister a call. How long has it been, brat?”   “Stop handing out my business card.”   “Oh.” Her tone raises up in pitch from excitement. “Did you get more clients already, Seok?”   “No!” Hoseok whines on the other line and she grins, practically able to hear his pout. “Angry calls are what I’m getting.”   “They’re angry now, but one day, they’ll call and ask for help. I guarantee it.”   “Stop.” He channels his firm voice despite knowing it’s futile. Much to Hoseok’s dismay, any time he’s shown his family his professional side, they cooed at him. Whenever he tried to command his sister, the next second he was being held in a choke hold, and threatening to sue did nothing but gain laughter from the maniac of a witch. Still, he likes to try. “I don’t like getting angry calls or voicemails or spam. Stop giving out my divorce business cards at weddings, you sick freak.”   “Can’t I just boast about you?” She rolls around in the covers of her bed. “I’m so proud of my hot shot baby brother who thinks he’s too good for everyone else.”   There’s a pause.   “I’m begging you.”   “We’ll see.”   //   At the rate he’s going, Hoseok wouldn’t be surprised if his head of hair will all turn gray by age thirty six. Maybe he’ll even start balding. It’s easy to misunderstand that he’s feeling this stressed since he’s constantly drowning in work. But that’s isn’t the case at all. Rather, Hoseok jumps into the ocean of work with open arms. He loves what he does and he thrives in the workplace. In his free time, he works and at work, he works twice as hard. He just loves the feeling of accomplishing his professional goals, of keeping busy, of being able to sleep at night knowing he didn't waste his time and that he did something useful for his future.   Rather, Hoseok’s losing all his hair because of the women in his life.   It would be nicer if they were romantical problems — if he had issues with his love life, significant others, potential lovers or partners. In that way, people would understand him and he’d be able to consult someone with more ease. But the women of his life include: his mother, his sister, the receptionists, Seulgi who’s a paralegal, Sunyi and Naul who are lawyers of his firm, and you.   And each and every one of these people are handfuls.   “In light of some recent issues in the office, I think it would be important to discuss sexual harassment in the workplace.”   You’re standing up stiffly in front of the conference room, conducting your first ever seminar. A slideshow runs behind you, remote in your right hand and thick binder held in your left arm. If it weren’t for the way Inyoung is smiling at you, appreciating your efforts to protect the people in the firm and going this far to address the issues, you would be slick with sweat right now.   Everyone is staring at you, their gazes pinpointed on your face. More importantly, Hoseok’s seat is the farthest, but his stare is the most intense. He looks at you as if you murdered his entire family and he’s seething and ready to enact revenge at your weakest moments. You know that it’s just his concentrated face, but it’s still intimidating and scary. But you never let him nor any of the uncertain thoughts in your head hinder your plans.   You clear your throat, deciding to start right away. For now, it seems like everyone’s relatively engaged. You don’t want to drone on and on and make them bored.   “What is sexual harassment?” You click the remote and the slideshow begins, going to the next slide where there’s some flashing text that draws people’s attention. “It’s any unwanted sexual advances or obscene remarks, including any comments or inappropriate touching, in the workplace.”   The slide changes. For the most part it seems pretty straightforward, but you’re perfectly aware that the boundaries can become murky and it can become hard to tell what is or isn’t sexual harassment. “Let’s go over some examples…”   “Derogatory language would be seen as sexual harassment. Even something as suggestive notes or emails. Invading personal space, any unnecessary physical contacts, demanding hugs are also all examples. Another—” A hand shoots up in the cluster of employees and your mouth shuts. “Alright, we have questions already. Yes?”   Namjoon lowers his hand. “What if it’s consensual?” It’s a genuine inquiry. He’s not trying to give you a hard time. The paralegal’s face remains impassive and his head slightly tilts in curiosity.   “It’s still inappropriate for the workplace. We wouldn’t condone it. Everyone should remain professional in this environment.” You nod and he does too, satisfied with your answer. “Speaking of which, inappropriate staring is also considered—….yes, Taehyung?”   The caramel-haired lawyer smiles and explains, “Sometimes my mind goes on a trip and it looks like I’m staring when I’m not.”   “Uh...well, as long as you don’t have the intention, it should be fine. But try your best to not let that happen, okay?” You continue after the man flashes a thumbs up, “No one should be sharing inappropriate pictures either. Please don’t share nudes in the office.”   Seulgi looks over at Seokjin with a raised eyebrow and you don’t even want to know at this point. You click the remote, changing the slide again.“Sexual jokes are also looked down upon—”   Yoongi raises his hand this time and then he crosses his arms. “Does that include ‘that’s what she said?”   Sunyi rolls her eyes to the back of her skull and you can practically hear the storm of complaints she’ll make to you and the documents you’ll have to fill out. “....yes. Moving on, bragging about sexual endeavours is also improper behaviour. Everyone is here to work, not talk about their personal lives or what they did on the weekend.”   Suddenly, Lisa coughs loudly like she’s choking a chicken bone. The noisy interruption gathers the attention of the room and she eyes Taehyung in particular who remains oblivious, perhaps on purpose.   You continue quickly without prying or publicly humiliating anyone, “Basically if you’re wondering if an action is sexual harassment or not, just ask yourself ‘would I do this in front of my grandma?”   It’s easy enough to understand and you even gain a few amused smiles around the room. “It’s a good rule of thumb for a lot of things. Would you talk badly about someone in front of your grandma? Would you talk about your sex life in front of your grandma? Would you send nudes in front of your grandma? Would you make sexual remarks in front of your grandma? The answer is no, right?”   Your confidence boosts at the bubble of laughter that echoes throughout the group. “Our firm has a strict policy on sexual harassment. We take it very seriously in order to protect everyone and create a safe environment. If you ever feel unsafe, threatened, or uncomfortable, come talk to me, Jimin or Hoseok at any time. There will be absolutely no tolerance for this sort of thing.”   The slide changes again. “And just putting it out there, if there are any office romances, then you need to file with HR. All you need to do is fill out a form and sign. It’s just for the firm to be aware. We are legally obligated to protect every employee here from sexual harassment and hostile work environments.”   After a few more minutes of going over more details and getting the group to watch an old video you found on the internet that explains and reenacts different scenarios, you flicker the conference room lights back on and stand in front, preparing to close the seminar up. “Does anyone have any questions?”   “How about after work?” Jungkook’s voice is soft and shy, and you’re happy that he’s actively participating. “Do these rules apply?”   “....No,” you answer after thinking carefully. Jimin seems to have no problem with your answer, but you can’t exactly tell with Hoseok when he’s still half-staring, half-glaring at you. “You’re free to do whatever you want after work, but please be five hundred meters away from this firm. Don’t do anything on company property.”   Seokjin raises his hand and speaks without being called upon, “So we can’t get it on in this office?”   There’s a few disgusted looks that pass around, mostly from Dahyun and Inyoung who look like they’ve bitten into a sour lemon. On the other hand, Seulgi and Namjoon don’t look too unfazed with his particular inquiry. You can only sigh. “Under no circumstance should you ever engage in any sexual acts inside this office.”   Taehyung’s palm lifts, surprisingly timid. “What happens if you’ve already broken that rule?”   “Ew, gross!” Seulgi’s expression blanches and even Yoongi’s brow lifts, skeptical expression marring his blankness. Jimin scoffs with a laugh and Hoseok groans, rubbing his temples.   “You’re all a bunch of wild animals,” Naul waves him off and looks away.   “Look it wasn’t my fault!” Taehyung tries to defend, feeling like he was somehow put on trial and is at the stand in front of his accusatory colleagues. “I met her at a bar and we got wasted and I was being responsible by not driving! And the office was only a block away, so I decided why not!”   “Oh my god!” Sunyi is screeching and cups her hands over her ears like she can block out the monstrosities she’s hearing. “Oh my god, oh my god.”   “Why are you treating me all like this!” He laughs in disbelief. “I cleaned up the desk after and I personally bought that carpet cleaning solution and I scrubbed the carpets for like an hour—”   “Too much information, dude!” Namjoon interrupts with a loud voice. “We don’t want to know!”   “Oh my god!” Yoongi suddenly bolts up from his seat and turns to the fellow lawyer. His arm extends and his hand quivers as he points to Taehyung’s face, features marred with complete horror. “Is that why my office smelled like that for an entire week?!”   Sunyi bursts out in hysterical laughter. She has to physically grab her stomach as she leans over with giggles streaming infectiously out of her throat. The lawyer is no longer disturbed listening to Taehyung’s sexual endeavors in the office, instead savouring the look on Min Yoongi’s face. “Serves you right! Get a taste of that, Min.”   Suddenly, Taehyung turns to her.   He becomes serious, all traces of humour and mischief escaping from him. Then, her smile falls, and she slowly shakes her head. “No…” The disbelief quickly becomes fear. “No...no, you...didn’t….you...wouldn’t…”   “That stain on your couch—” His timbre is low and vibrates. “—it wasn’t ketchup.”   “Gross! Gross! I can’t believe you would do that in my office! That’s where I work and eat and—! Oh my god, I sleep on that couch sometimes, Taehyung! What’s wrong with you, freak?!”   “Serves you right,” Yoongi mocks her back in a whisper.   Taehyung leans back in his seat and scans the room with his sharp eyes. “You’re making such a big deal out of this like you haven’t done it yourselves when I know for a fact that you have!”   Dahyun looks away. Seulgi shifts uncomfortably. You don’t miss the way Sunyi glances at Yoongi for the shortest of seconds, the both of them gone quiet. But you get distracted when Lisa shouts, “We haven’t!”   “Liar.” He turns to the oldest lawyer on the team, the middle aged woman who is sipping on her beverage and watching the gong show go down. “Come on, Naul. I know you’ve brought your husband here more than twice.”   “I have a bedroom, thank you very much.”   “Jin?”   The man in question dodges. “My secrets will stay as secrets.”   “Okay, fine.” Taehyung holds his hands up like he’s defeated. “Deny all you want, but I bet the only people who haven’t actually done anything in this office is Y/N and like…”   Simultaneously, everyone turns around to the back of the room, looking at Hoseok.   The lawyer is unimpressed, one leg thrown over the other. He looks like a strict judge at a singing competition, hair swept over his brow in a comma motion and in a fitted suit like he’s ready to be broadcasted on national television, but also giving no fucks with what’s being presented before him. “This meeting is over. I hope you all paid attention and learned something, because I’m going to test you all on it.”   Jimin laughs when everyone becomes petrified and he steps in before mass hysteria can spread like wildfire. “He’s joking. There’s no test. But Hoseok’s right. This seminar has gotten a little off topic. It’s time to get back to work, but please take the topic of discussion seriously.”   He continues, doing a beautiful job of wrapping things up, “Any inappropriate behaviour in this firm will not be tolerated by Hoseok nor I. If you have any further questions or concerns, please come talk to Y/N, Hoseok, or me. It’s best to clarify any confusion, so that everyone is on the same page. With that being said, can we give a round of applause to Y/N for doing so well?”   People clap for you, the thundering applauses reverberating and you become sheepish under the attention. “It’s nothing, really. But thank you for listening to what I have to say.”   One by one, employees trickle out of the room. They’re chatting with each other, returning back to your desks and catching up on some work. On his way out, Taehyung grins at you. “That was fun, Y/N.”   You hold your sigh. “Well, I’m glad.”   “Thank you,” Inyoung murmurs as she walks past, modest smile still placed on her lips.   “No problem.”   Jungkook smiles and the rest of them also put in their few compliments and words of appreciation. Jimin is one of the last people and he actually stops. “Good job.”   “I was nervous,” you admit, remote off the laptop still in your sweaty hands.   “Couldn’t tell.” He grins, eyes crinkled into half moons. “It was your first time conducting a meeting, so don’t beat yourself over it. You’ll get better and better as time goes by. Plus, if it weren’t for you, I would have to conduct this seminar myself, so I’m once again thankful for your existence, Y/N.”   “It’s nothing.” Your eyes fall to your feet. “It’s my job.”   “And you’re good at it.”   But for some reason, you seek someone’s praise in particular. You’re thankful for everyone’s positive feedback and their encouraging remarks, but it never feels like quite enough. It’s like you thirst and ache to hear it from someone who is much tougher in nature, who is naturally a critic. Only when you hear from him will you truly be satisfied and you know you’re not being spoon-fed by stretched truths.   So, like the pathetic loser that you are, you hang around. You walk slowly to your laptop, closing the presentation, disconnecting the remote. And when you steal a peek at the corner of the room, Hoseok’s still seated, sending off a text message. It’s excruciating how desperate you are and the way you linger.   Jung Hoseok is the last to leave and when he notices you’re still here, his brow lifts, as if asking if you have something to say. “I’m sorry.” It’s the first thing that pops into your head and spills off your tongue without much warrant. “It got out of control towards the end there.”   “No, it happens. You don’t need to apologize.”   The both of you walk together, exiting and going down the hall. “You...got your car fixed?”   “I did,” the lawyer muses and glances at his watch like he’s late to something. “The battery got drained like I thought it did.”   “That’s good. It would suck if there was something wrong with the engine or the tires. Maintenance on cars can be really bothersome and expensive.”   Lame. It’s so lame how you’re ranting about car maintenance.   But you can’t help the disappointment that leaks into your voice and spills all over your face. You really liked having a friend to go home with. It made time go by faster. And you just hope that he can’t read the look on your face right now. You’re sure you’re not doing a very good job with hiding your emotions.   “Hey, Y/N.”   He looks away from his phone, from his watch, from the end of the hallway to your profile.   “Hmm?”   His voice is soft and gentle, a small smile that expands over his face. “You did well.”   One word from him is all it takes.   Like the idiot that you are, an even bigger smile overwhelms you. “Thanks.”   //   With the seminar complete and the staff handbook well on its way, you decide to take a longer lunch break, hanging out in the lobby of the building and chatting with the security guard. While you’re still working with developing friendships in the office, you’ve become good friends with the older guard. He reminds you of your late grandpa or when you were in elementary school and no one really wanted to hang out with you, so you became close to the class pet goldfish.   You’re standing near the front entrance, sipping on coffee as the guard drinks the cup you bought for him and he tells you about his weekend. He chats about how his son came over for barbecue and his wife made this pineapple pasta dish that was very delicious. And you’re about to respond when you hear a muffled—   “Y/N?”   There’s a woman on the other side of the glass windows, having stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk. She knocks once on the window to get your attention. Her hair is long and sleek, a midnight shade that matches the colour of her irises. Her eyes are wide like a deer in headlights, lashes standing straight up to the sky, sharp jaw dropped.   She stares at you. You stare at her.   And the girl bolts in her high heels towards the doors.   “Do you know her?” The guard asks just to be sure, hitching his thumb over his shoulder.   “Y-yeah….I do…” Your eyes are on the woman’s and you watch as she scrambles inside, taking wide strides towards you. You don’t even bid goodbye to the guard, taking steps to meet the female in the lobby. “Sowon?”   Without letting a squeak slip or another word spoken, her arms open all at once and she embraces your frame, squeezing you tight like a teddy bear. “Oh my god! I missed you so much. Huhuhghgh.” She makes weird sounds as she restrains you with her arms like she’s trying to pick you up, lug you around, giving you a good spin, but she’s not strong enough to.   You can’t help the laughter that bubbles up your throat. “I missed you too.”   The older girl parts away and scans you up and down several times. “How are you? You look great!”   “Thank you.” You’re a bit breathless, finding her presence and everything that’s happened in the span of two minutes overwhelming. “I’m good.”   “What…” She shakes her head like she can’t believe you’re actually here in front of her. “What are you doing here?”   “I work here now.”   “No. Really?”   “Really.”   //   The cafe is quaint in the middle of the afternoon on a workday. The sunlight washes through the glass into the room, painting the surroundings in warm hues. There’s not too many people around, few conversations from customers here and there, but the murmur of sounds are relaxing to your ears.   After already having two coffees for the day, you decide on a blueberry pastry and Sowon gets some kind of latte drink. She sits across from you, still looking at you in awe while you remain a bit uncomfortable under her constant gawking. “I never thought I would see you again.”   “That’s what I thought too.”   “I’m just surprised.” She gives you a soft smile. “And I’m glad that you’re here.”   There’s a slight pause and you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. “I heard Hoseok got into an accident.”   “Did he tell you about it?”   “Yeah.” You hesitate, aware that she’s watching you carefully and with mustered courage, you take a deep breath and sit straighter, looking her dead in the eyes. “I really, really like my job. I’m working as an HR manager in the firm. It’s really fun to help out and tend to all the issues inside the office. I’m enjoying it a lot…”   “And Hoseok’s okay with that?” She holds the cup in her hand, sipping while her eyes are still above the rim, eyeing you carefully.   “He’s the one who hired me,” you tell her. “We’re professional.”   Sowon hums with another smile and puts down her cup on the table. “Understood,” she sing-songs. “I’m just glad you’re doing well.”   “Thank you.” It’s a soft murmur, but with that out of the way, you adjust the attention onto the woman. “How are things going for you?”   “Pretty fantastic actually.”   “Are you still at that magazine writing job?”   “Oh, god no.” She takes a sigh of relief and you’re happy that she’s moved on since she dreaded the job back then. “I’m a wedding singer now.”   You’re pleasantly surprised. “Really?”   “Really. I love it.” There’s a bright grin that spreads into her cheeks, uncanny to her younger brother when he’s in a good mood. “I haven’t been better. Free and happy. And before you ask—” She leans over to whisper while the long strands of her hair cascade down and frame her face. “I dumped Yugyeom. Well, more like he dumped me because he was sleeping with my best friend and preferred her over me because I’m too...boring…” She shrugs. “But I was going to drop that hot potato anyway.”   “I….see...” Any sympathy isn’t necessary since Sowon seems nothing but sincerely happy about it, so you can only bob your head to show you’re listening.   “It’s so nice to see you again,” she muses and means it genuinely. “We should go out for dinner to catch up more. Better yet, you should come home. My parents miss you more than I do—”   “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” You look away unintentionally, nervousness grabbing hold to dictate all your actions. “I mean, isn’t visiting my boss’ parents during my free time a little weird?”   Sowon scoffs, leaning back and crossing her arms. “No. You’re practically my sister, aren’t you? That trumps whatever Hoseok is to you.” You laugh and she eases, glancing at the labels of her paper cup. “But if you have free time...if you feel comfortable...you should visit them. They’re getting old.”   “I’ll try.” You steal a glimpse at the screen of your phone, having felt it vibrate in your pocket.   “I’m keeping you from something, aren’t I?’   “No, not really.” It’s not like you have much to do today. If anything, you were ahead of your own set schedule, but… “I’ve just been gone from the office for a while.”   “If my brother is ever imposing on you or using his title of ‘boss’—” her fingers make air quotations. “—to bother you in any way, then just tell me and I’ll beat some sense into him.”   “Okay.” Your cheeks ache from smiling so widely.   “The kid thinks he’s such a hot shot now that he goes around bullying others without realizing.” A hopeless sigh spills from her lips. “Well, don’t let me hold you up. We should both get going.”   “Oh, aren’t you coming with me?”   “Nah. I was coming over to bother Hoseok, but I found something even better.” She smiles, indicating you. “So, I’m satisfied. I’ll probably head home.”   “Are you sure?”   “Yeha. He wouldn’t want to see me anyways. I know that kid.” She gets up and you both take your belongings, slowly leaving the warm cafe to the colder streets. “Don’t bother telling him I swung by either. Save him that stress.”   “Okay.” Outside of the door, you hug her one last time and she holds onto you, patting your back in steady beats with the palm of her hand.   “Promise me you’ll be okay,” she murmurs gently and you smile against her shoulder   “I’ll be fine.”   “Then don’t be a stranger.” She parts and gazes at you. “Keep in contact with me, alright, brat?”   “Yes.” You giggle, bidding her a final goodbye. Her backside eventually fades off down the street and you’re sorely reminded of her brother whom she resembles so strongly that it shakes you inside.   //   Lost friends. Lost memories. It’s been so long that things begin to resurface despite years of pushing them away. You didn’t realize you missed her so much until you saw her and you begin to ponder about your other friends, the people that you used to be so close to until the life that you were so fond of was ripped away from your grasps. But you’re too afraid to reach out again.   It’s dangerous to play the game of what if. What if things had been different back then. You wonder how much your life could’ve changed. Maybe you would have someone to go home to, maybe you wouldn’t have been so lonely, maybe you would be happier, maybe not.   You really shouldn’t dwell on things that aren’t part of reality. But the encounter with Hoseok’s older sister leaves you reeling and you don’t even realize where you are.   “Y/N?”   “Yes?” Your daydream is broken and you force yourself to focus on the receptionist sitting across the desk from you. “Sorry, I was thinking about something else, but go ahead.”   Dahyun glances behind her to the closed door and then clears her throat. “Does Hoseok hate me?”   Your eyebrow lifts. “Why would you say that?”   “He keeps glaring at me.” She points to both her eyes with her index and middle finger, whispering like he’s a monster who can hear behind solid walls. “Whenever I walk past or he walks past or I knock on his office, he has this glare.”   “No, that’s not it,” you try to explain with a laugh. “That’s what he looks like when he’s concentrated or being serious. Trust me, he doesn’t hate you. Hoseok doesn’t hate anybody. It would take a lot to make him actually mad.”   “Oh, okay.” Dahyun takes a sigh of relief. “I was worried he was upset with me.”   Not long, you get another guest inside your office.   “So last week, there was a file I was working on.” Sunyi is ranting again. For once, it’s not about Yoongi’s loud chewing or how she swears she can hear him trimming his toenails in his office and it’s absolutely disgusting. “And I asked Hoseok if a draft was necessary for the case. It’s more complicated than that, but that’s the basic gist. Anyways, he told me ‘no’, and then today he asks me why the draft wasn't done and that we need it! How ridiculous is that?!”   “Maybe he’s just busy,” you attempt to appease her and expand her empathy. “Things can get pretty hectic. He probably just forgot and got confused.”   “But he always blames others instead of himself. It’s so frustrating!”   “Well, being the boss is tough. There’s a lot for him to juggle. I’m sure this is a misunderstanding.”   “It’s not. He just never admits when he’s wrong.”   “Did he apologize to you?”   There’s a moment of silence. “Well, yeah, after I explained what happened.”   You smile at the lawyer. “He’s a partner of this firm along with Jimin. The both of them have a lot riding on their shoulders and they have to uphold the name of this place. They’re the leaders of this firm. It’s probably difficult to admit their mistakes as the bosses since it would damage their own pride and shake the foundation of this place.”   Sunyi shrugs, mumbling a mere ‘I guess’. But you know she’s thinking about what you’ve said.   There seems plenty of concerns and worries today since you get yet another person sitting in your office, across from your desk. Kim Seokjin is undeniably handsome no matter what he does, though right now you can agree he’s seen better days.   “He keeps micromanaging me! Every time I’m doing something, I feel him hovering over my shoulder and watching the screen of my computer like he’s trying to catch me do something wrong.” He groans, ranting and nagging, shaking his head and pounding his first on your desk, startling you to death. “Do you know how uncomfortable I feel on a daily basis?!”   “He’s probably just doing his rounds. It’s part of the job as boss….”   Your voice goes quiet at the way he looks at you. Seokjin’s arm falls to his side and his frown deepens. He leans over closer until half his body is pressed on the surface of your smooth desk. He looks at you like you’ve gone crazy. “Why are you defending him?”   “What?” You blink. “I’m not.”   “You are.” He tilts his head. “We usually always talk shit on Hoseok. Every. Day.”   You’re beginning to sweat. “Well, it’s not good to talk badly about our bosses.”   “Did he find out?” Jin’s eyes become wide.   “No, no!” You quickly reassure the legal assistant. “What we talk in here is confidential.”   “Then did you get in trouble?”   “No, nothing like that. I’m just….trying to approach it from a different angle….less talking trash...you know?”   “It’s strange,” he says, pouting slightly at how you don’t want to talk smack about Hoseok anymore. “No offence.”   You hum before pulling out your emergency drawer. “Would you like a cookie?”   Kim Seokjin grins, attention like a fish’s and successfully diverted. “Yes, please.”   //   Sometimes it feels more like you’re the complaint department or a counselor than an HR manager. You don’t mind since mediating and conflict resolution has always been your strongest skill set. But it’s difficult when you’re dealing with other people’s problems and no one helps you with yours. You even forget about your own issues. And yet, despite it going against your own mottos and what you were taught, it feels better to just bury those problems and forget them.   There’s nothing like having a problem and pretending it’s not there right in your face.   Ignoring is also part of your skill set.   The knocks on your door break you out of your trance and you lift your head, finding an older woman standing at your doorway. “Do you have a moment, Y/N?” She smiles and you stand.   “Of course! Please take a seat.”   Kye Naul is one of the lawyers of the firm and you’ve haven’t been able to get many interactions with her when the others occupy your time a lot more. You know a few things about her, like how she’s one of the oldest people in the office, probably ten to twenty years older than you, and her sons have grown up and moved out of the house. She’s also the person who’s practiced law for the longest in the firm and both Jimin and Hoseok respect her greatly.   She takes a seat across from the desk and you feel calm, reminded of your own mother’s presence. “I’m sorry. You were about to leave, weren’t you? It’s pretty close to five o’clock right now. I would've stopped by earlier, but I just finished billing five minutes ago.”   “Oh no, it’s completely fine.” You smile. “Trust me, I don’t have anything to do after this, so feel free. I’ll just be at home watching television anyways. What’s the matter?”   It isn’t a lie. Today is your off-day with your part-time job of taxi driving.   “This might be inappropriate and unprofessional,” she prefaces. “It has nothing to do with the firm or the office. It’s about my marriage.”   “It’s okay. Trust me, I’ve heard enough about people’s antics around here and what their odd hobbies are to be surprised or for it to be inappropriate.”   She nods and inhales deeply. “My husband is having a midlife crisis.”   “To put it shortly, we’re going through a rough patch because of it.” There’s a long pause. “He wants to buy a boat, move houses, hell, buy a house boat. He wanted to adopt a kid, a cat, a dog. He even tried convincing me to volunteer in a different continent for six months building mud houses for the elderly.”   She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Have you ever had someone drive you absolutely insane?”   “Yes.” You hold back a laugh, amused at hearing about her husband’s crisis. “I think everyone has at some point.”   “How did you end up tolerating them?”   “I don’t know,” you muse and a slight shrug follows. Someone specific comes to mind as you keep talking. “I guess I just cared so much that it didn’t matter to me if they were insane or completely crazy. I guess that makes me crazy too.”   She exhales another breath and nods. “Love makes people do stupid things.”   “Well…” You’re not sure where it comes from, but it stumbles from your tongue the moment you hear the four-letter word ‘love’. Immediately, you shake your head. “I’m not sure I would call it love.”   “Oh?” Naul’s brow lifts in curiosity. “Then what is it?”   “I don’t know. Definitely not love though.” You nod, so sure of yourself. This certain someone that you have in mind — you don’t love him. “It’s...a blindness.”   “A disease?” The lawyer clarifies, eyes narrowing even more as she carefully watches you.   “Sort of.” You can’t see it any other way. To be completely crazy for someone where you overlook flaws and have to sacrifice yourself. It’s blinding. It’s horrible. It’s painful. “I don’t think love should make you do stupid things. I don’t think that’s love.”   Yet, the older woman only appears more and more amused. “Why do you say that?”   “I can’t see how it’s love if you keep crawling back to someone and they keep hurting you over and over again. It’s just...a bad addiction at that point.” Your original stance in remaining unbiased is hurled out the window as you spill your truest beliefs out loud. The beliefs that formed over many long years from being jagged by someone you held...   “It’s stupid to keep running back to them.” You repeat it in your head several times.   “You’re right,” Naul says simply. “It isn’t love. Or at least, it isn’t just love.”   Her wise eyes are glimmery like they know too much. The lawyer leans closer to you like she’s about to tell a secret. “It’s a selfless love. It’s an unconditional love. That’s why we tolerate them and keep coming back, even when they make us angry to the point we want to throw a lamp across the room. That’s why we don’t kick them out of the house at night and make them sleep on the couch instead. It’s unconditional love.”   The lawyer continues, “Doing crazy things, things you thought you’d never do for anyone, allowing yourself to be vulnerable and accepting them back after getting hurt, that’s okay. It’s powerful to be that selfless. It’s still love, Y/N. It’s okay to feel this way. There’s no need to blame yourself and think it’s a bad addiction. God knows in a relationship patience, tolerance, compromise is required.”   She smiles and when she speaks, it’s less for herself and more for you. “Now, if only unconditional love went both ways, then love wouldn’t have to turn toxic, now, would it? If selfless love was always reciprocated, no one would ever have to hurt.”   “It’s harmful when it doesn’t go both ways and that’s when it needs to be stopped. If it does go both ways and you know that person would tolerate us too and wouldn’t mind being hurt….” She sighs softly. “Well, we just have to ask ourselves if the other person has unconditional love for us as well. Only then will we know that doing all these crazy things is worth it.”   You’re speechless, not sure how to respond. Naul simply gets up from her chair, much calmer than she was when she first walked into the room. She must’ve decided that this was enough to help her, but before she can leave the room or bid a goodnight, you stop her.   “Stay with him,” you say quickly while standing on your feet.   The door is already parted and she turns to look at you. It’s as if your memories are flashing before your eyes and you are actually trying to talk to your past self. It’s as if you are attempting to alter history that cannot be changed. It isn’t Naul who stands in front of you anymore, but someone much different. “Or at least don’t decide anything on your own. Talk to him properly.”   And the lawyer scoffs with a grin. “Of course I’m staying with him. He’s one of those people in my life that I’ll never be able to let go.”   That same evening, Naul comes home to an apartment where her two brain-celled husband is flipping through grocery flyers on the kitchen floor. When he looks up at her, he smiles and tells her that they both ought to take up fishing since it’s apparently beneficial to their health and a very relaxing hobby. For now, he’s given up the idea of building mud houses near the jungle. But he also tells her that he’s already pre-purchased two very expensive fishing rods and by the way he slightly cringes, she knows he’s afraid she’ll become upset.   But the woman simply sighs and leans down, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him silly. When he smiles against her lips, she parts and nods, finding fishing a great idea.   In the meanwhile, you’re still left dwelling on the conversation.   As you return to your empty home with nothing to do, you wonder how stupid you really are, how you keep crawling back, how you keep running for him, hanging onto every single of his words, how you can keep following him like some kind of loyal dog, even after being abandoned and kicked helplessly. More importantly, you wonder how you can never let go.   It isn’t love. Selfless love. Unconditional love. Any of that. You refuse to believe such a thing. You refuse to believe you harbor such feelings.   But — “You did well.” — one word from him is all it takes for everything you’ve known to crumble.

[xxrainbow-princessxx]

Know Your Worth - Isabella x Drake

A quick little story with an unlikely pairing. Sometimes friendship can mean more than anything else. - tagging a few friends who I think may like this. It might be a little rusty after a year of no writing lol! @drakewalkerfantasy @the-everlasting-dream @cora-nova ❤️

[[More]]

Isabella slammed shut her laptop, sighing heavily as the Cordonian press announced the beginning of Leo‘s Social Season. She could feel her stomach drop as she read the headlines that the Crown Prince would have to make his decision at the year long event to choose his future wife and Queen - even the bookies had the known eligible noble ladies ranked for the country to bet on who would be their next Queen. “Ugh...” she groaned, “I could do with a drink...” Whilst calling for a car, Isabella picked up her black leather coat, scarf and matching baker boy hat asking the driver to take her to a quiet bar in Cordonia. Isabella needed something to take her mind off of what was happening. The driver drove through the streets of the Capitol, going further downtown than Isabella had exploded before pulling up in front of an old tavern styled bar. He looked back into the mirror as he caught her gaze, “Hey sweetheart, are you...” Isabella nodded quietly towards him, politely paying his fare, “Yes, thank you...” before tipping him appropriately she opened the car door.

As soon as the heels of her black knee high boots touched the pavement, the bouncer at the door straightened up. His broad frame was intimidating as he groaned, “ID please...” and Isabella reached into her purse to give him her college ID. The bouncer scanned it before passing it back to her, “No college ID’s... passport and driver’s licence only!” Isabella didn’t ever bring her official documents with her just in case. She looked at the bouncer puzzled, “... but why?...” his mood did not change as he tapped the sign behind him, “Management rules!” causing Isabella to frown. Her brow knitted together as she became more frustrated, “What if you don’t have a passport? That’s hardly fair?” The bouncer was starting to get weary of her questions, standing over the door, “Miss... if you don’t have the right...” Isabella’s accent always became a lot stronger as she got worked up as she shouted back “fine!”

She felt someone push passed her, almost knocking her over in her stiletto boots barking back, “Watch it!” The male in the long woollen dark grey coat turned towards her as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. His eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed upon the petite brunette barely recognising her, “Bella is that?...” Isabella’s chocolate and honey speckled eyes lit up as she smiled warmly, “Hey Walker...” Drake nodded towards the bouncer as he glanced back at Isabella, “Hey Theo... it’s alright she’s with me...” Theo nodded in reply, moving to the side to allow Isabella to enter. As Drake took off his coat, he found a booth for them to talk away from the few patrons already there. As Isabella looked around, familiarising herself with the surroundings, brow raised as he began to question her, “What the hell are you doing in a place like this?”

Isabella didn’t answer his question as she rummaged through her handbag taking out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. She tapped the packet off of the table, taking one into her mouth and lighting it. Upon taking a drag she passed them across to Drake, enjoying those first few puffs that calmed her nerves but Drake was persistent, “Y’know it’s not safe you...” tapping her cigarette into the tray, Isabella snarled, “I’m not a fucking moron nor a china doll, so don’t treat me like one!” Drake shrugged his shoulders as his attention turned to the bar raising his index and middle finger to order. Isabella’s mouth twisted to the left as she studied Drake’s expression; he seemed troubled. “I could ask you the same thing Walker... could you not be in College?”

Drake grunted as the bottle of whiskey was set down in front of him along with two glasses. As he slid the glass down towards the petite brunette, Drake mumbled, “You’re being a right Royal pain in the ass right now...” pouring two fingers of whiskey into each glass, Drake’s cheek twitched holding back a smirk, “Think you can handle this?” Isabella’s eyes flared towards him, those little honey flicks flickered in the light as she blinked. She swiped the glass from under her nose and threw it back. This is what she came here for. She closed her eyes as the warm liquid burned her throat tasting the smokiness and cinnamon aftertaste before setting the glass back on the table with a ‘clink’. Drake followed suit, pouring each other another drink until he cleared his throat, “So are you gonna tell me why I find you trying to get into an old dive bar and not some exclusive club exercising that Royal title of yours?”

Isabella rolled her eyes as she clicking her tongue in the process, “Sometimes Drake... you just want to be free... do what you want, when you want with no one barking orders at you...” she began to sigh, “... and I figured a place like this isn’t going to care that Leo’s social season has begun, so I don’t have to hear about it everywhere I go...” Drake nodded, “I hear ya...” Drake knew exactly where she was coming from and didn’t want to push any further. The Leo/Isabella set up was going to hurt someone and Drake always knew, it would hurt Isabella more than Leo. As long as his dick was wet, he didn’t care. Isabella watched as he picked up his glass, swirling the golden yellow laid around, almost staring into it - getting lost momentarily before he downed it in one go. Drake was troubled, Isabella could sense the tension he held in his shoulders. He was stiff and looked tired; obviously the trip back from the States was catching up with him.

Isabella tucked her hair behind her left ear as she politely smiled, “You know you aren’t going to find an answer at the bottom of that glass... I know Liam is finding it tough...” her eyes softened as she looked directly at Drake, “Is that why you’re home?” Drakes began to laugh, “Is it that obvious huh?” Isabella took another drag of her cigarette as she nodded, “... Just a little...” Drake reached out grabbing the cigarettes and clipper, lighting up and watching him this turn, Isabella resaved across the table, placing her hand on his, “He’ll be ok Drake...” he felt her warmth as her thumb caressed the top of his hand bringing a barely there smile to his face, “Thanks... but...” as Drake sighed, Isabella moved her hand away, “College was a good run... but I’m back now so it should get better...” Isabella began to nod as she took the bottle of whiskey and filled their glasses once more.

As the evening moved forward, the pair began to laugh and joke whilst drowning their sorrows in alcohol- bonding over childhood memories. Drake sniggered as he remembered one summer that Isabella stayed with Maxwell and Bertrand. “Do you remember the time you walked up and punched Beaumont in the face because he wouldn’t let you play polo because you were a girl?” Drake began to laugh louder, “That was a beautiful day!” They talked about Drake’s football scholarship and discussing the upcoming World Cup fixtures. Isabella lifted her glass giggling, “Papa tried to buy Maradona... even made him an honorary citizenship to play for Laurentia... but FIFA wasn’t too happy and blocked it... papa never recovered from the rejection - it was worse than a breakup! In my country, football is even more important than religion!” And by the end of the evening... both of them just a little more tipsy than they should have been - Drake and Isabella felt a lot better than they had a few hours before hand. It was fate that brought them together and there and then - they needed each other.

A weight had been temporarily lifted from their shoulders as the pair walked arm and arm back through the Cordonian capitol towards Isabella’s townhouse. Drake insisted he walk her home and the both of them giggled and laughed together as they stumbled towards her front door. They were comfortable with each other and for once - the normality of it all, albeit simple was all they needed. Isabella’s bright beaming smile began to paint across her face as she looked up towards Drake with those kohl lined eyes of hers. She began to see him in a completely different light; his broad shoulders, messy dark chestnut hair and those eyes... those intense dark hazelnut brown eyes would make anyone melt and behind them was a gentle softness that very few would have the pleasure to experience. Her accent slowly rolled off her tongue as her nose scrunched a little whilst she laughed, “I’m really glad I bumped into you tonight...” Drake awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair as his gaze never left the Laurentian Princess.

Normally he wouldn’t have had a chance, he wasn’t a Prince, he had nothing to offer her but as the petite brunette stood in front of him biting down on her lip and with a little liquid courage - Drake leaned down placing his hands on either side of her face placing a kiss upon her supple, soft lips. He felt Isabella smile against him as her arms wrapped around his neck until he took a step back. Drake watched as her long eyes lashes fluttered wondering why he stopped and Drake realised what had happened. Getting angry with himself, he gritted his teeth, “Shit... sorry! I shouldn’t have...Fuck...” Isabella sighed, her smile never faltering as she rubbed his arm, “Hey... it’s ok... I get it...” before she kissed his cheek gently. “I gotta...” she walked back towards the door as Drake stood there, hands shoved into his jean pockets. Isabella looked over her shoulder as he still stood there waiting, making sure she got home safe. she couldn’t help but grin warmly towards him quietly cooing, “Thank you...” before closing the door behind her.

A few weeks had passed and Isabella had returned home from Cordonia. After some deliberation, she decided to send Drake a little present as a ‘no hard feelings’ truce. As Bastien handed Drake the letter, he opened it and enclosed were two tickets to the World Cup held in Germany that summer. His brow raised as he questioned the tickets, “How the?!” The tickets weren’t due for release for a few months until he removed the letter which explained everything.

‘Drake,

I hope that everything is starting to get back to normal. I’ve been able to get you some tickets to the next World Cup in Germany for the first game- America v Spain. I hope that they are to your satisfaction - I thought for once you might enjoy a relatively normal seat amongst the crowd. Sorry that I cannot agree with your preference in team, but I will be happy knowing that you will enjoy this present as a thank you for being so kind to me over the years. Your loyalty is remarkable and your selflessness admirable but you deserve your own happiness! I truly hope you do find what truly makes you happy. You’re a great guy and any girl would be lucky to be with you... next time, don’t let her walk away! Always remember that your worth is measured in how you present yourself, not by the life you were born into.

All my love

Isabella’

Drake hid that letter for years - either he nor Isabella ever mentioned it ever to anyone. The letter never saw the day of light until one night after spending time with Riley, Drake’s conscious was torn. How could he love the woman that his best friend had fallen for again. Rummaging through a set of documents, Drake found the partially torn letter and the stubs from the World Cup he attended, reading through it once more. If someone like her could see him for who he truly was - maybe Riley could too and he could have that life he truly wanted and for once felt like he deserved.

[yuureighostcop-blog]

Rules

1. This blog is:

Semi-Selective: Everyone is welcome to follow, however I might be a bit choosy about follows back (it’s not you, I promise, just me being careful). I’d rather RP with mutuals (easier for me to keep track of replies, nothing more), though IM and Inbox are open for anyone, so feel free to drop by.

Multiship: I’m shipping trash and open to any sort of relationship, from platonic to romantic. Muse is bisexual and of age, therefore romantic shipping will only happen with other 20+ muses (so no shipping with any of the high schoolers in canon) and in the off-chance I say no to a ship, DO NOT try and force it; I can guarantee I won’t do the same. Pre-established relationships are okay too, we can talk about it.

Multiverse: Interactions with different muses are to be considered to take place in a different verse unless discussed between muns. Same goes for shipping, so there will be no cheating involved (it’s a big no-no for me and makes me really uncomfortable, so don’t even ask).

Multimuse-Friendly: If you have a multimuse blog, feel free to interact, just make sure to specify which one of your muses you want to use, especially if we’ve just started interacting.

Sideblog-Friendly: I’m perfectly alright RPing with sideblogs; you can reblog my promo (tag At Your Service! [Self Promo]) so I know where to find you, just please send me a message / IM from your main blog if I follow you so I know it’s you.

OC-Friendly: Pretty self-explanatory, if your muse is an OC and you want to interact, you’ll be more than welcome. No Mary Sues or Gary Stus though, please (I had a bad experience in this regard). Also, I’d rather if you had a decent bio page so I know as much as I can about your OC, and I’m perfectly fine if your OC is related to a canon character.

AU-Friendly: Your muse is an AU/Canon Divergent version of a canon muse? Fine by me, as long as you have a bio page where you explain said AU/canon divergence so I have an idea about what’s different from canon.

Crossover-Friendly: Your muse belongs to a different fandom? That’s perfectly fine! Though be forewarned that I might not follow back quickly (or at all) if it’s a fandom I’m not familiar with, unless we’ve been friends for a while (like, from before I joined the BNHA fandom), you have a BNHA AU or I see potential for interactions. It’s mostly to keep my dash clean and for my own comfort, nothing against you, so please don’t feel bad.  For fandoms I’m familiar with, see rule #20.

NSFW-Friendly: Given the nature of the series, NSFW elements like gore, violence, body horror, etc. might be present but will be tagged accordingly. Both mun and muse are 20+ so smut might be present as well, although it’ll always be under ‘read more’ and tagged accordingly as Not For The Weak Of Heart [NSFW]. I’ll only RP smut with 20+ muses and 18+ muns, and only if the mun in question is comfortable with it.

2. I'd rather not RP with muns under 18. It’s not you, I promise, just me being uncomfortable with it due to past experience. They’re still welcome to ask RP/HC-related things if they’re curious, but at least for the time being I’d rather keep interactions with underage muns to a minimum for my own comfort. Thank you for your understanding and patience.

3. No godmodding (controlling my muse yourself) and no metagaming (using knowledge of someone’s muse that a character has no way of knowing).

4. If you don’t follow me back when I follow you but are still willing to RP, send me an ask or IM or tag me in a random starter to break the ice. I usually don’t approach blogs I follow if they don’t follow back for fear of bothering.

5. I’m open to RP via IM and Discord as well, so if we’re mutuals, feel free to ask for my Discord-ID (though I might be selective with giving it).

6. I don’t care about reply length, just write whatever you feel like. I’m perfectly okay with one-liners, para, multi-para and drabble-length replies, whichever floats your boat, as long as you give me something to work with for my own reply.

7. Don’t reblog OOC posts, Rules, Headcanons or threads you’re not taking part to. Seriously, it’s annoying as hell so. Please. Don’t. Do. It!

8. Feel free to tag me in dash games (no seriously, I love those so the more the merrier) and, if we’re mutuals, random starters as well.

9. Triggers might be present given the nature od the series and the people the muse might interact with, but will be tagged accordingly as TW: Trigger (ex. TW: Blood), even if mentioned (in which case it’ll be tagged as TW: Trigger Mention), just to be safe. If you want me to tag a specific trigger, just let me know. I don’t have any triggers myself, but please tag cheating (in a relationship), animal abuse, torture, rape/non-con and eye-related gore, as they’re topics which make me uncomfortable.

10. I'm more than happy to turn asks into threads, as long as we’re mutuals. I don’t mind either reblogging said ask or starting on a different post, whichever you prefer.

11. Spoilers might be present, though they’ll be tagged accordingly as Cheaters Never Prosper [Spoilers]. In general, I’ll tag spoilers from the Internship Arc onward (let me know if you want me to tag earlier spoilers too).

12. I don’t really like to RP angst. Hurt/comfort is okay, though, and my go-to type of thread. Other things I prefer avoiding are dub/non-con, gore, and torture. Mentions are fine, but not graphic RP. Also, don't kill off Rei, please.

13. No hounding / pressuring for replies / answers. I won’t do the same with my RP partners and ask the same courtesy from them. If I haven’t replied in a while, you’re welcome to ask me (gently) via IM. Chances are I’m busy with real life (I’m an university student on my last year), my phone doesn’t work or I need more time to come up with a proper reply. I’m either very fast or slow af, with rare bouts of in-between, according to my mood or how busy I am with real life.

14. Please keep drama, discourse and anon hate away from me. I’m here to have fun and relax, so don’t try and get me involved in stuff like this (it’s lowkey triggering for me so please respect it). Much appreciated.

15. Don’t be rude. I’m a very kind, considerate individual, I always do my best not to disrespect other people and I hate it when people disrespect me. I’ll gladly accept critiques as long as there’s a good, well-explained reason behind them, but gratuitous rudeness is a big no-no. If you’ve got something to tell me, do so in private.

16. I don’t accept M!A (Magic Anons) so don’t send them in unless I request it by writing a post or reblogging a meme (which will happen rarely, if ever). M.A. sent without prompting will be deleted on sight. 

17. I won’t take part in or join affiliated RP groups. Last time I did it wasn’t a pleasant experience so I’d rather steer away from it for the time being. My activity might be spotty due to IRL stuff so I don’t wanna feel pressured to be active at all time. 

18. No need to send in passwords, I know it can make some people anxious. I myself have no problem sending them in if requested, and in any case I always make sure to read the rules before following/interacting, so I assume you did the same. 

19. For PSAs, look for the Tips To Survive [PSA] tag.

20. Regarding crossovers, here’s some of the series I’m into and know very/decently well:

Persona Series

Ace Attorney

Yuri!!! On Ice

Fairy Tail

Pokémon games

Harry Potter

Artemis Fowl

Marvel Cinematic Universe

X-Men Movies

Danganronpa

Ouran High School Host Club

Villainous / Villanos

Saint Seiya (Classic Series, Lost Canvas, Hades, Soul of Gold)

Time Hollow

Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Fruits Basket

Mystery Skulls Animated

[prosecutorsoffice]

Rules

1. This blog is:

Semi-Selective: Everyone is welcome to follow, however I might be a bit choosy about follows back. IM and Inbox are open for anyone though, so feel free to drop by.

Multiship: I’m open to any sort of relationship, from platonic to romantic. If you’re interested in shipping, ask away. In the off-chance I say no to a ship, please DO NOT try and force it. Also, respect the muses' sexuality (see Profile).

Multiverse: Interactions with different muses are to be considered to take place in a different verse unless the muse is interacting with more than one muse belonging to the same mun or to a multiship blog. Same goes for shipping, so there will be no cheating involved.

OC-friendly: Pretty self-explanatory, if your muse is an OC and you want to interact, you’ll be more than welcome. No Mary Sues or Gary Stus though, please (I had a bad experience in this regard).

Crossover-friendly: Your muse belongs to a different fandom? That’s perfectly fine! It might take a little longer to follow back if I’m not familiar with the fandom in question, but if there’s interest in interacting just go with it and follow! See rule #21 for series I know pretty/decently well.

NOT Ship-Exclusive: When starting a ship, I won’t expect you to be exclusive in that regard. You’re free to ship with whoever you want to. It’s fun to see how differently a muse interact with the same individual roleplayed by someone else.

3. OOC posts will be tagged Court Is Adjourned [OOC], IC posts will be tagged Court Is In Session [IC].

4. Mun is 21+ and open to roleplay smut, which will be tagged as Compromising Evidence [NSFW] and put under ‘read more’ if necessary. However, I will only do so if the other mun is 18+ (or whatever the age of majority is in their country) and comfortable with it as well. If you're not, that's perfectly fine too, just let me know.

5. No godmodding (controlling the other mun’s muse yourself) unless we both discussed the plot of the thread via IM beforehand and you know how my muse would act in that specific situation.

6. No metagaming (using knowledge of someone’s muse that a character has no way of knowing) outside of dash commentaries (tagged Recess [Dash Commentary]).

7. Like mentioned above, IM and inbox are open for anyone, be it for plotting, memes, asking random questions or just chatting and getting to know each other.

8. Speaking of IM, I’m open to RPing via IM and Discord as well. If we’re mutuals, feel free to ask for my Discord-ID.

9. I don’t care about reply length, just write whatever you feel like. I’m perfectly okay with one-liners, para, multi-para and drabble-length replies, whichever floats your boat.

10. Don’t reblog OOC posts (tagged Court Is Adjurned [OOC] and/or Judge Jury Executioner [Mun]), Rules (tagged By The Book [Rules]), Headcanons (tagged Admissible Evidence [Headcanons]), or threads you’re not taking part to. Seriously, it’s annoying as hell so. Please. Don’t. Do. It!

11. Please let me know if you want to drop a thread we’re doing, and at the same time I will let you know if I want to drop a thread we’re doing as well.

12. Triggers might be present and will be tagged accordingly as TW: (ex. TW: Blood). Trigger warnings will be tagged even if mentioned, just to be safe. If you want me to tag a specific trigger, just let me know.

13. I’m more than happy to turn asks into threads. I don’t mind if you reblog the ask too, but if it bothers you just let me know.

14. Spoilers will be tagged as Affidavit [Spoilers].

15. I don’t really like to RP angst that much, although I don’t mind it once in a while. Hurt/comfort is okay, though, and my go-to type of thread. Other things I prefer avoiding are dub/non-con, gore and vore.

16. No hounding / pressuring for replies / answers. I won’t do the same with my RP partners and ask the same courtesy from them. If I haven’t replied for a while, you’re welcome to ask me (gently) via IM. Chances are I’m busy with real life (I’m an university student on my last year), my computer/phone don’t work or I need more time to come up with a proper reply.

17. I’m up to interacting with duplicates. I love multiverse mayhem! XD

18. When sending memes, always specify the muse, unless it's a question for me, the mun. If you don't specify the muse, I'll ignore the question. If you want me to pick a muse, say so please.

19. I'm not a meme source, so if you're not gonna send a meme before reblogging it from my blog, please reblog it from the source instead. The only exception to the rule is when the source no longer exists, in which case you can reblog a meme without sending it first.

20. Please keep drama and anon hate away from me. I’m here to have fun. Much appreciated ^^

21. Regarding crossovers, here’s some of the fandoms / series I’m into and know very/decently well:

Persona games, including any spin-off game such as Dancing All Night or Arena and Arena Ultimax

Pokémon games

Harry Potter

Fairy Tail

Artemis Fowl

Danganronpa

Ouran High School Host Club

Ghost Trick

Villainous / Villanos.

22. For PSAs, look for the Amicus Curiae [PSA] tag.

[kaisoo-anti-blacklist-blog]

F.A.Q

Welcome to the Kaisoo Anti Blacklist F.A.Q! In this post I will answer the most popular questions about this blog and how it will function. Please read the information below before sending me any asks. If you have read the following in its entirety and have any additional questions feel free to send me a dm or an ask and I will be happy to answer them! ^.^

Q:What is the main goal/purpose of this blog? The purpose of this blog is to protect both new and old Kaisoo shippers and supporters on tumblr from bullying and harassment as well as weed out all the fake kaisoo supporters. A lot of times those who ship kaisoo endure various forms of harrassment which makes it difficult to enjoy and support kaisoo peacefully. By compiling toxic antis into one database, it makes it easier to decide who to avoid/block.

Q: What is a 'Kaisoo Anti'? A Kaisoo anti is a person who: -Is against the idea of shipping/supporting Kaisoo   -Mocks, bullies and harasses those that do -Uses kaisoo for their own popularity but does not actually support/like them and/or the shippers, i.e a “Fake shipper” A lot of times they are seen telling supporters to "stop fetishing gay couples" and assume that most shippers and supporters are "fetishizing two men" "delusional" or straight white b*tches". They target only kaisoo supporters and shippers, regardless of all the other pairings that exist in Kpop. Q: What is a fake shipper? A fake shipper is someone who appears to like/support kaisoo but says rude things to/about shippers and/or about Jongin and/or Kyungsoo themselves. Many times these people gif kaisoo, write fanfics with kaisoo as the main pairing and create kaisoo fanart, but when asked if they ship kaisoo they say "Yeah, but Im not delulu like other shippers". In other situations the person is an anti of either Jongin, Kyungsoo, or both, yet still appears to "ship" kaisoo.

Q: What do you consider to be bullying/harrassment? If you are receiving unwarranted abuse from an Anti because you ship/support Kaisoo, that is bullying and harassment. It includes (but is not limited to): -Using threatening language (i.e. "Go choke", "Die" "kill yourself" "I want to kill all shippers" etc.) -Using ableist language (i.e. "Youre dumb" "You all are idiots" "Retards") -Using racist language (i.e. "white b*tch" "Black kaisoo shippers r in the sunken place") -Insults (i.e "youre so gross" "disgusting" "trash" "b*tch") -Mockery and the use of copypasta with kaisoo related posts -False accusations of fetishization And so on. These are the most common forms of bullying among antis. Bullying comes in many different forms but this is just a general idea of what I consider to fit the definition. Q: I have some receipts Id like to submit, but I want to remain anonymous. Is that possible? Yes! All kaisoo supporters who send receipts, whether the bullying was directed toward they themselves or another kaisoo supporter, will remain anonymous. The only names that will be shown are those doing the bullying/harassing. Keep in mind that, with the intuitiveness of those on the internet, it still may be possible for your identity to be revealed if, for example, someone were to figure out it was a certain user partaking in discourse. If this is to happen, just know that my blog would not be behind this. All identities are guaranteed to remain anonymous, minus those of the antis. ^.^ Q: I have some receipts Id like to submit, but I DONT want to be anonymous. While the bravery is noble, unfortunately I will refuse your request to not be anonymous. This is a space created to protect shippers and supporters and help them to feel like they can enjoy kaisoo happily. If you would rather have your identity revealed I encourage you to take matters into your own hands and message your bully directly. :) Q: The person I want to submit is not a tumblr user, but are well known among kaisoo shippers for being an anti/fake shipper. Can I still submit their name? Weeding out antis mainly on tumblr is what I'd like to focus on, but feel free to submit names of other well known antis and they could still be posted depending on the circumstances. Q: When will my submission be posted? Will I be personally notified? Because I am running this blog alone and need time to look through receipts and confirm information, submissions will be posted every Tuesday and Thursday. Due to the large amounts that may be received, personal notification will not be possible. Please continue to check the blog to see if your submission has been posted! Q: I submitted receipts about someone a while ago, and they were never posted. Why? Before submitting, always be sure to check that your receipts fall within the "Submission Guidelines". It is important that there is clear and true evidence of bullying, harrassment or means of fake shipping. Read the submission guidlines here. Q: I dont have receipts about this particular person but know from past experience that they are an anti. Can I still submit their name? Feel free to still submit their name! I can always do research and if I find clear evidence of them being an anti  they will be posted to the blog. Q: I am being bullied/harassed by a fellow kaisoo supporter. What should I do? As long as you are also a kaisoo supporter and your submission falls within the guidelines, send away! Q: How do I know I can trust you enough to keep me anonymous? I am also a Kaisoo supporter that has endured lots of bullying and harassment as well as seeing it from others, so I would never want a fellow supporter to have to go through this. I am all about protecting everyone and weeding out these abusive people who have nothing better to do. But if this is not means enough to trust me, feel free to use the Anonymous asks instead and they will be published this way. Keep in mind that evidence is needed before posting someone as an anti on the blog, and usually that evidence can be sent a lot easier through messaging rather than asks, but because I want all supporters to feel comfortable with me, I will allow asks as well. :) Q: Isnt it a bit hypocritical to call out all these people on a dummy blog? Why not reveal your identity? The reason that I am staying anonymous is because I need to be able to go back and look at the evidence of bullying and harassment myself to confirm it and share it on this blog. Most antis response to this blog will be to block me from seeing what they post, and if I reveal my personal blog (and my third invisible blog) then I will have no way of confirming what is truly going on. This is also why being sure that your receipts fall in line with the guidelines is also crucial. In the event that antis have blocked me from all 3 blogs, I will have only your receipts to go off of. Of course I trust my fellow supporters, but as someone trying to do the right thing I must always make sure Ive got a the facts/proof. Q:This is a website where anyone can post what they want. Why make a page like this when supporters can just block antis? Supporters can indeed block the antis as they come to them. But by compiling a list of all of the most common antis into one place like this, it helps older and newer kaisoo supporters know who to block before the bullying begins. Think of it as staying one step ahead. Q: Arent you worried about this creating more drama and starting a war? This seems so unnecessary...its just shipping! It may create drama with me and the antis themselves but Im sure that most shippers/supporters just want to be able to go in the tag and talk about Kaisoo in peace. I feel that this is long over-due, however I will reconsider keeping the blog if the majority of supporters oppose to it. Q: Some of the people featured here are well known artists/fanfic writers. Their reputation is ruined! Keep in mind that if they are featured on this blog it means that they were harassing or bullying someone solely for shipping/supporting kaisoo, or that they are a fake shipper/supporter. I did not ruin their reputation, they did. Q: I feel that my name should not be on the blog and that there was a misunderstanding. I want it removed! Sometimes intentions are lost or misinterpreted. If you feel that you are on this blog in error, feel free to send me a DM and we can discuss it. If you can supply solid and clear proof that you werent bullying/harassing a supporter or that you arent a fake supporter, your name will be removed immediately. Q: I support/ship a different couple and am being bullied/harassed for it. Am I able to submit receipts? While I have nothing against other ships and understand that other pairings come with antis as well, I mainly want to focus on Kaisoo related antis as I myself support Kaisoo and considering how kaisoo supporters receive the largest amount of hate and bullying. -----> I hope that I have answered most of the questions you all have about this blog! If you have additional questions or concerns, feel free to drop a private message to me anytime. :) -Admin X

[brxknqce-blog]

Rules

1. This blog is:

Semi-Selective: Everyone is welcome to follow, however I might be a bit choosy about whom to follow back. IM and inbox are openfor everyone though, so feel free to drop by.

Multiship: I’m a shipping whore and open to any sort of relationship, from platonic to romantic. If you’re interested in shipping, ask away. In the off-chance I say no to a ship, please DO NOT try and force a ship. In Canon Verses, romantic relationships will be exclusively with Akira Kurusu / Persona 5 Protagonist muses, both male and female. With the way I write him, I can’t really see this muse falling for anyone else but Akira in those verses. Regarding platonic relationships and AU Verses, however, consider this blog multiship. I headcanon my muse as homosexual, so romantic ship will occur only with other male muses (the only exception are fem!Akira muses).

Multiverse: Interactions with different muses tak place in a different verse, unless it’s agreed between muns to have a group RPs in which multiple muses interact with each other in the same verse, or the mun has a multimuse blog or various rp blogs and wants to have their muses interact with mine in the same verse. Same goes with shipping, each ship takes place in a different verse, so there’sno cheating involved.

OC-Friendly: OCs and Self-Insert muses are more than welcome! There’s an entire verse dedicated to Persona OCs, so if you want to join the party, feel free to, you’ll be welcomes with open arms!

Crossover-Friendly: Muses from diffeent fandoms are more than welcome here as well. I might take a little longer to follow back in case I’m not familiar with the fandom it comes from (see rule #20 for fandoms I’m familiar with). Like above, there is an entire verse for Crossover characters, especially if you have a Persona 5 AU verse.

NOT Ship-Exclusive: If we ship our muses together, you’re not obliged to be exclusive with me, especially given my muse being an AU. You’re free to ship with whoever you want to, and that includes other Goro muses. It’s fun to see how differently a muse interact with the same individual roleplayed by someone else. 

2. I’m 21+ and open to RP smut, which will be tagged and put under ‘read more’ if necessary, as long as the other mun is at least 18+ and comfortable with it as well. At the same time, I’m more thanokay if you’re not comfortable with smut, just let me know.

3. If I say no to a ship, please don’t try and force said ship on me.

4. I’m not much comfortable with teenage/adult romantic relationships. There might be exception to this rule if our muses seem to have good chemistry, but by default my muse’s relationships with adult muses will be strictly platonic. Even in case it were to become a romantic ship, I’d rather the age different be no more than 10 years between our muses.

5. No godmodding (controlling my muse yourself) unless we both discussed the plot of the thread/RP via IM beforehand and you know how my muse would act in that specific situation.

6. No metagaming (using knowledge of someone’s muse that a character has no way of knowing) outside of dash commentaries.

7. Do not reblog my OOC posts, Rules, About, Verses, Headcanons, Tag Dump etc. or threads you’re not involved into. Seriously, it's annoying as hell, so do. Not. Do. It!

8. IM and inbox are open for anyone, be it for plotting, asking random questions IC or OOC or just chatting and getting to know each other. I love to plot and chat via IM/Discord and will not hesitate randomly popping into your IM/inbox. You have been duly warned ^^

9. Speaking of which, I’m okay with RPing via Tumblr IM and Discord as well. If we’re mutuals, feel free to ask for my Discord-ID. It’s easier to reach me there than on Tumblr.

10. I don’t care about reply length, just write whatever you feel like. Mun is perfectly okay with one-liners, para, multi-para and drabble-length replies, whichever floats your boat.

11. When you reply to a thread/RP, please tag it with this blog URL if you can so I can be notified when you reply, since she happened to have lost threads because either her or her RP partner missed each other’s reply.

12. Please let me know if you want to drop a thread or RP, and at the same time I will let you know if I want to drop a thread or RP.

13. Triggers will surely be present given the game rating, the muse and the setting of this blog and will be tagged accordingly as ‘tw:’ (ex. tw: blood). Trigger warnings will be tagged even if mentioned. If you have a specific trigger you’d like to have tagged, just ask away.

14. Speaking of triggers, I don’t really have any, although I get uncomfortable about topics like divorce, child abuse/neglect and domestic violence. They’re not triggers for me, but I’d be grateful if you could still tag them for me.Thank you in advance.

15. I’m also not really comfortable RPing angst. Hurt/comfort is okay and my go-to type of thread, but angst isn’t really my cup of tea. Given the blog’s contents, it might be present, but I’ll tend to keep it down to a minimun unless I really feel it and the thread calls for it.

16. I’m always happy to turn asks into threads, so feel free to let me know if you’d like to turn a specific ask into one.

17. This is not a spoiler-free blog, given it takes place after one of the game’s endings and reveals major endgame spoilers, and spoilers will be left untagged unless they’re in regard to another fandom. To avoid non-Persona spoilers, look for the rivers in the desert [spoilers] tag.

18. No hounding/pressuring for replies/answers. I won’t do the same with you and asks the same courtesy from you. If I haven’t replied for a while, you’re welcome to ask me via IM. Chances are I’m busy with real life (I’m an university student currently finishing my last batch of exams necessary to get my degree), my computer/phone don’t work, I need more time to come up with a proper reply or I’m working on my other RP blogs. If you don’t find me there, you’ll surely find me over at my personal blog, @delphine-le-dauphin.

19. I’m up to interacting with duplicates, so if you’re another Goro mun and want to interact, you’ll be welcomed with open arms. I love multiverse mayhem XD

20. Regarding crossovers, here’s some of the fandoms I’m into and know very/decently well:

Harry Potter

Pokemon (mainly games)

Other Persona games (including spin-offs such as Arena/Arena Ultimax and Dancing All Night)

Ace Attorney (the whole series, including Investigations, except for Phoenix Wright vs Professor Layton)

Fairy Tail

Naruto

Artemis Fowl

Danganronpa

Ouran High School Host Club

X-Men Movies

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Lollipop Chainsaw

Ace Attorney (this one I’m still getting acquainted to though)

21. I headcanon my muse as an abuse survivor that went through various forms of abuse (emotional, physical, sexual...) in his backstory, so be warned that there might be mentions of rape / sexual assault, child abuse / neglect and bullying, always tagged as explained in rule #13, but never explicit scenes, as I myself don’t like writing / RPing such scenes.

22. For more rules / psas, look for the oasis in a singer land [psa] tag.

[nxllificr]

Rules

1. This is a sideblog, follows back will come from @blazc-ignitixn.

2. This blog is:

Semi-Selective: Everyone is welcome to follow, however I might be a bit choosy about follows back (it’s not you, I promise, just me being careful). I’d rather RP with mutuals (easier for me to keep track of replies, nothing more), though IM and Inbox are open for anyone, so feel free to drop by.

Multiship: I’m shipping trash and open to any sort of relationship, from platonic to romantic. Muse is bisexual and of age, therefore romantic shipping will only happen with muses close to his age (let's say from 18 to early-late twenties) and in the off-chance I say no to a ship, DO NOT try and force it; I can guarantee I won’t do the same. Pre-established relationships are okay too, we can talk about it.

Multiverse: Interactions with different muses are to be considered to take place in a different verse unless discussed between muns. Same goes for shipping, so there will be no cheating involved (it’s a big no-no for me and makes me really uncomfortable, so don’t even ask).

Multimuse-Friendly: If you have a multimuse blog, feel free to interact, just make sure to specify which one of your muses you want to use, especially if we’ve just started interacting.

Sideblog-Friendly: I’m perfectly alright RPing with sideblogs; you can reblog my promo (tag Have You Seen This Person? [Self Promo]) so I know where to find you, just please send me a message / IM from your main blog if I follow you so I know it’s you.

OC-Friendly: Pretty self-explanatory, if your muse is an OC and you want to interact, you’ll be more than welcome. No Mary Sues or Gary Stus though, please (I had a bad experience in this regard). Also, I’d rather if you had a decent bio page so I know as much as I can about your OC, and I’m perfectly fine if your OC is related to a canon character.

AU-Friendly: Your muse is an AU/Canon Divergent version of a canon muse? Fine by me, as long as you have a bio page where you explain said AU/canon divergence so I have an idea about what’s different from canon.

Crossover-Friendly: Your muse belongs to a different fandom? That’s perfectly fine! Though be forewarned that I might not follow back quickly (or at all) if it’s a fandom I’m not familiar with, unless we’ve been friends for a while (like, from before I joined the BNHA fandom), you have a BNHA AU or I see potential for interactions. It’s mostly to keep my dash clean and for my own comfort, nothing against you, so please don’t feel bad. For fandoms I’m familiar with, see rule #21

NSFW-Friendly: Given the nature of the series, NSFW elements like gore, violence, etc. might be present but will be tagged accordingly. Both mun and muse are 18+ so smut might be present as well, although it’ll be under ‘read more’ when possible and tagged accordingly as Not For The Weak Of Heart [NSFW]. I’ll only RP smut with 18+ muses and muns, and only if the mun in question is comfortable with it.

3. I accept interactions with underage muns, but the relationship between our muses will remain strictly platonic. I don’t feel confortable writing romantic ships with underage muns due to past experience. Platonic ships are more than welcome though. Thank you for your understanding and patience.

4. No godmodding (controlling my muse yourself) and no metagaming (using knowledge of someone’s muse that a character has no way of knowing).

5. If you don’t follow me back when I follow you but are still willing to RP, send me an ask or IM or tag me in a random starter to break the ice. I usually don’t approach blogs I follow if they don’t follow back for fear of bothering.

6. I’m open to RP via IM and Discord as well, so if we’re mutuals, feel free to ask for my Discord-ID (though I might be selective with giving it).

7. I don’t care about reply length, just write whatever you feel like. I’m perfectly okay with one-liners, para, multi-para and drabble-length replies, whichever floats your boat, as long as you give me something to work with for my own reply.

8. Don’t reblog OOC posts, Rules, Headcanons or threads you’re not taking part to. Seriously, it’s annoying as hell so. Please. Don’t. Do. It!

9. Feel free to tag me in dash games (no seriously, I love those so the more the merrier) and, if we’re mutuals, random starters as well.

10. Triggers might be present given the nature of the series (Setsuno’s backstory does include depression and attempted suicide) and the people the muse might interact with, but will be tagged accordingly as TW: Trigger (ex. TW: Blood), even if mentioned (in which case it’ll be tagged as TW: Trigger Mention), just to be safe. If you want me to tag a specific trigger, just let me know. I don’t have any triggers myself, but please tag cheating (in a relationship), animal abuse, torture, rape/non-con and eye-related gore, as they’re topics which make me uncomfortable.

11. I’m more than happy to turn asks into threads, as long as we’re mutuals. I don’t mind either reblogging said ask or starting on a different post, whichever you prefer.

12. Spoilers will be present, though they’ll be tagged accordingly as Cheaters Never Prosper [Spoilers]. In general, I’ll tag spoilers after the Internship Arc onward.

13. I don’t really like to RP angst. Hurt/comfort is okay, though, and my go-to type of thread. Other things I prefer avoiding are dub/non-con, gore, and torture. Mentions are fine, but not graphic RP.

14. No hounding / pressuring for replies / answers. I won’t do the same with my RP partners and ask the same courtesy from them. If I haven’t replied in a while, you’re welcome to ask me (gently) via IM. Chances are I’m busy with real life (I’m an university student on my last year), my phone doesn’t work or I need more time to come up with a proper reply. I’m either very fast or slow af, with rare bouts of in-between, according to my mood or how busy I am with real life.

15. Please keep drama, discourse and anon hate away from me. I’m here to have fun and relax, so don’t try and get me involved in stuff like this (it’s lowkey triggering for me so please respect it). Much appreciated.

16. Don’t be rude. I’m a very kind, considerate individual, I always do my best not to disrespect other people and I hate it when people disrespect me. I’ll gladly accept critiques as long as there’s a good, well-explained reason behind them, but gratuitous rudeness is a big no-no. If you’ve got something to tell me, do so in private.

17. I don’t accept M!A (Magic Anons) so don’t send them in unless I request it by writing a post or reblogging a meme (which will happen rarely, if ever). M.A. sent without prompting will be deleted on sight.

18. No need to send in passwords, I know it can make some people anxious. I myself have no problem sending them in if requested, and in any case I always make sure to read the rules before following/interacting, so I assume you did the same. If you feel like it, and only if you do, send me an ask with ‘Everyone Runs’, as more of an ice-breaker than anything.

19. For PSAs, look for the Survival Of The Fittest [PSA] tag.

20. Regarding crossovers, here’s some of the series I’m into and know very/decently well:

Persona Series

Ace Attorney

Yuri!!! On Ice

Fairy Tail

Pokémon games

Harry Potter

Artemis Fowl

Marvel Cinematic Universe

X-Men Movies

Ouran High School Host Club

Villainous / Villanos

Saint Seiya (Classic Series, Lost Canvas, Hades, Soul of Gold)

Time Hollow

Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Fruits Basket

Mystery Skulls Animated

[katanaoftruth-a]

Rules

1. This is a sideblog, follows/follows back will be from @blindjustixe.

2. This blog is:

Semi-Selective: Everyone is welcome to follow, however I might be a bit choosy about follows back. IM and Inbox are open for anyone though, so feel free to drop by.

Multiship: I’m shipping trash and open to any sort of relationship, from platonic to romantic. However, romantic relationship will be possible with Sakura as an adult. If you’re interested in shipping, ask away. In the off-chance I say no to a ship, please DO NOT try and force a ship.

Multiverse: Interactions with different muses are to be considered to take place in a different verse unless the muse is interacting with more than one muse belonging to the same mun or to a multimuse blog. Same goes for shipping, so there will be no cheating involved (it’s a big no-no fore me, so don’t even ask me).

OC-friendly: Pretty self-explanatory, if your muse is an OC and you want to interact, you’ll be more than welcome. No Mary Sues or Gary Stus though, please (I had a bad experience in this regard).

Crossover-friendly: Your muse belongs to a different fandom? That’s perfectly fine! It might take a little longer to follow back if I’m not familiar with the fandom in question, but if there’s interest in interacting just go with it and follow! See rule #19 for series I know pretty/decently well.

3. OOC posts will be tagged Court Is Adjourned [OOC], IC posts will be tagged Court Is In Session [IC].

4. Mun is of age (21+), the muse is not in most cases though. Not safe for work and suggestive themes might be present and will be tagged with Compromising Evidence [NSFW], but there will be no smut otherwise.

5. No godmodding (controlling the other mun’s muse yourself) unless we both discussed the plot of the thread via IM beforehand and you know how my muse would act in that specific situation.

6. No metagaming (using knowledge of someone’s muse that a character has no way of knowing) outside of dash commentaries (tagged Recess [Dash Commentary]).

7. Like mentioned above, IM and inbox are open for anyone, be it for plotting, asking random questions or just chatting and getting to know each other.

8. Speaking of IM, I’m open to RPing via IM and Discord as well. If we’re mutual, feel free to ask for my Discord-ID.

9. I don’t care about reply length, just write whatever you feel like. I’m perfectly okay with one-liners, para, multi-para and drabble-length replies, whichever floats your boat.

10. Don’t reblog OOC posts (tagged Court Is Adjurned [OOC] and/or Judge Jury Executioner [Mun]), Rules (tagged By The Book [Rules]), Headcanons (tagged Admissible Evidence [Headcanons]), or threads you’re not taking part to. Seriously, it’s annoying as hell so. Please. Don’t. Do. It!

11. Please let me know if you want to drop a thread we’re doing, and at the same time I will let you know if I want to drop a thread we’re doing as well.

12. Triggers might be present and will be tagged accordingly as TW: (ex. TW: Blood). Trigger warnings will be tagged even if mentioned, just to be safe. If you want me to tag a specific trigger, just let me know.

13. I’m more than happy to turn asks into threads. I don’t mind if you reblog the ask too, but if it bothers you just let me know.

14. Spoilers will be tagged as Affidavit [Spoilers].

15. I don’t really like to RP angst that much, although I don’t mind it once in a while. Hurt/comfort is okay, though, and my go-to type of thread. Other things I prefer avoiding are dub/non-con, gore and vore. 

16. No hounding / pressuring for replies / answers. I won’t do the same with my RP partners and ask the same courtesy from them. If I haven’t replied for a while, you’re welcome to ask me (gently) via IM. Chances are I’m busy with real life (I’m an university student on my last year), my phone don’t work or I need more time to come up with a proper reply.

17. Please keep drama and anon hate away from me. I’m here to have fun. Much appreciated ^^

18. For PSAs, look for the Amicus Curiae [PSA] tag.

19. Regarding crossovers, here’s some of the series I’m into and know very/decently well:

Persona Series (Persona 2: Innocent Sin, Persona 3 FES, P3P, Persona 4, Persona 5, Persona 4 Arena, Persona 4 Arena Ultimax, Persona 4 Dancing All Night)

Yuri!!! On Ice

Pokémon games

Harry Potter

Artemis Fowl

Danganronpa

Ouran High School Host Club

Villainous / Villanos

Saint Seiya (Classic Series, Lost Canvas, Hades, Soul of Gold)

Bones

CSI (Las Vegas, Miami, New York)

Leverage

Castle

Criminal Minds

20. In general, have fun! :D

[littlecrowthief-blog]

Rules

1. This blog is:

Semi-Selective: Everyone is welcome to follow, however I might be a bit choosy about follows back. IM and Inbox are open for anyone though, so feel free to drop by.

Multiship: I’m a shipping whore and open to any sort of relationship, from platonic to romantic. If you’re interested in shipping, ask away. In the off-chance I say no to a ship, please DO NOT try and force a ship. 

Multiverse: Interactions with different muses are to be considered to take place in a different verse unless the muse is interacting with more than one muse belonging to the same mun or to a multiship blog. Same goes for shipping, so there will be no cheating involved.

OC-friendly: Pretty self-explanatory, if your muse is an OC and you want to interact, you’ll be more than welcome. No Mary Sues or Gary Stus though, please (I had a bad experience in this regard ^^;).

Crossover-friendly: Your muse belongs to a different fandom? That’s perfectly fine! It might take a little longer to follow back if I’m not familiar with the fandom in question, but if there’s interest in interacting just go with it and follow! See rule #18 for fandoms I know pretty/decently well.

NOT Ship-Exclusive: When starting a ship, the mun won’t expect you to be exclusive in that regard. You’re free to ship with whoever you want to. It’s fun to see how differently a muse interact with the same individual roleplayed by someone else.

3. OOC posts will be tagged Out Of Heist [OOC], IC posts will be tagged Heist On [IC].

4. Mun is 21+ and open to roleplay smut, which will be tagged as Compromising Evidence [NSFW] and put under ‘read more’ if necessary. However, I will only do so if the other mun is 18+ (or whatever the age of majority is in their country) and comfortable with it as well. If you’re not, that’s perfectly fine too, just let me know. 

5. No godmodding (controlling my muse yourself) unless we both discussed the plot of the thread via IM beforehand and you know how my muse would act in that specific situation.

6. No metagaming (using knowledge of someone’s muse that a character has no way of knowing) outside of dash commentaries (tagged Recess [Dash Commentary]).

7. Like mentioned above, IM and inbox are open for anyone, be it for plotting, asking random questions or just chatting and getting to know each other.

8. Speaking of IM, I’m open to RPing via IM and Discord as well. If we’re mutual, feel free to ask for my Discord-ID.

9. I don’t care about reply length, just write whatever you feel like. I’m perfectly okay with one-liners, para, multi-para and drabble-length replies, whichever floats your boat.

10. Don’t reblog OOC posts (tagged Out Of Heist [OOC]), Rules (tagged Sometimes They’re Meant To Be Broken [Rules]), Headcanons (tagged Stolen Truths [Headcanons]), or threads you’re not taking part to. Seriously, it’s annoying as hell so. Please. Don’t. Do. It!

11. Please let me know if you want to drop a thread we’re doing, and at the same time I will let you know if I want to drop a threadwe’re doing as well.

12. Triggers might be present and will be tagged accordingly as TW: (ex. TW: Blood). Trigger warnings will be tagged even if mentioned, just to be safe. If you want me to tag a specific trigger, just let me know.

13. I’m more than happy to turn asks into threads. I don’t mind if you reblog the ask too, but if it bothers you just let me know.

14. Spoilers will be tagged as In The Dark Of The Night [Spoilers].

15. I don’t really like to RP angst that much, although I don’t mind it once in a while. Hurt/comfort is okay, though, and my go-to type of thread. Other things I prefer avoiding are dub/non-con, gore and vore.

16. No hounding/pressuring for replies/answers. I won’t do the same with my RP partners and ask the same courtesy from them. If I haven’t replied for a while, you’re welcome to ask me (gently) via IM. Chances are I’m busy with real life (I’m an university student on my last year), my computer/phone don’t work or I need more time to come up with a proper reply.

17. I’m up to interacting with duplicates. I love multiverse mayhem! XD

18. Regarding crossovers, here’s some of the fandoms / series I’m into and know very/decently well:

Persona games, including any spin-off game such as Dancing All Night or Arena and Arena Ultimax

Pokémon games

Harry Potter

Fairy Tail

Artemis Fowl

Danganronpa

Ouran High School Host Club

Ghost Trick

Villanos / Villainous

19. Please keep drama and anon hate away from me. I’m here to have fun. Much appreciated ^^

20. For PSAs, look for the Promise Notebook [PSA] tag.

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Rules

1. This blog is:

Semi-Selective: Everyone is welcome to follow, however mun might be a bit choosy about follows back. IM and Inbox are open for anyone though, so feel free to drop by.

Multiship: Mun is a shipping whore and open to any sort of relationship, from platonic to romantic. If you’re interested in shipping, ask away. The muse, however, is strictly homosexual and will only form romantic relationships with other male muses. In the off-chance the mun says no to a ship, please DO NOT try and force a ship.

Multiverse: Interactions with different muses are to be considered to take place in a different verse unless the muse is interacting with more than one muse belonging to the same mun or to a multiship blog. Same goes for shipping, so there will be no cheating involved.

OC-friendly: Pretty self-explanatory, if your muse is an OC and you want to interact, you’ll be more than welcome. No Mary Sues or Gary Stus though, please (mun had a bad experience in this regard ^^;).

Crossover-friendly: Your muse belongs to a different fandom? That’s perfectly fine! It might take a little longer to follow back if mun isn’t familiar with the fandom in question, but if there’s interest in interacting just go with it and follow! See rule #18 for fandoms the mun is into.

2. Mun is 21+ and open to roleplay smut, which will be tagged as ‘nsfw’ and put under ‘read more’ if necessary. However, the mun will only do so if the other mun is 18+ as well, and before doing so, she would like to get to know the other mun via IM so that both muns can be comfortable while doing so.

3. While accounted as 17 in his profile, the muse will more often than not be already 18 already (not counting the off-chance a thread take place before his birthday in canon, June 2nd), therefore within the age of consent according to the Japanese law. Romantic relationship with adult muses might be considered, although rarely. Intergenerational friendships with adult muses are always welcome though.

4. In any case, the muse will always start off with a crush on the Persona 5 Protagonist, although whether it’ll last, bloom, develop or die is to be discussed with the other mun.

5. No godmodding (controlling the other mun’s muse yourself) unless both muns discussed the plot of the thread/RP via IM beforehand and you know how the other muse would act in that specific situation.

6. No metagaming (using knowledge of someone’s muse that a character has no way of knowing) outside of dash commentaries.

7. Like mentioned before, IM and inbox are open for anyone, be it for plotting, asking random questions or just chatting and getting to know each other. Mun loves to plot and chat via IM/Discord and will not hesitate randomly popping into your IM/inbox. You have been duly warned ^^

8. Speaking of IM, mun is open to RPing via IM and Discord as well. Just ask if you want her Discord-ID.

9. I don’t care about reply length, just write whatever you feel like. I’m perfectly okay with one-liners, para, multi-para and drabble-length replies, whichever floats your boat.

10. Please let me know if you want to drop a thread or RP, and at the same time the mun will let the other mun know if she wants to drop a thread or RP.

11. Triggers will be present given the game rating and will be tagged accordingly as ‘tw:’ (ex. tw: blood). Trigger warnings will be tagged even if mentioned. If you have a specific trigger you’d like to have tagged, just ask away.

12. I’m always more than happy to turn asks into threads.

13. Spoilers will be tagged as classified [spoilers]

14. I don’t really like to RP angst, although there are exceptions, especially considering the muse in question. Hurt/comfort is okay, though.

15. No hounding/pressuring for replies/answers. Mun won’t do the same with her RP partners and asks the same courtesy from them. If mun hasn’t replied for a while, you’re welcome to ask her via IM. Chances are she’s busy with real life, her computer/phone don’t work or she needs more time to come up with a proper reply.

17. Regarding crossovers, here’s some of the fandom the mun is into and knows very/decently well:

Harry Potter

Pokemon (mainly games)

Other Persona games (including spin-offs such as Arena/Arena Ultimax and Dancing All Night)

Fairy Tail

Naruto

Artemis Fowl

Danganronpa (mostly the first two games plus Despair Girls)

Ouran High School Host Club

X-Men Movies

Lollipop Chainsaw

18. Don’t reblog Rules, Verses, Profile, Headcanons or any RP threads if you’re a personal blog. Also, don’t reblog RP threads if you’re not involved into said RP.

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Rules

1. This blog is:

Semi-Selective: Everyone is welcome to follow, however I might be a bit choosy about follows back. IM and Inbox are open for anyone though, so feel free to drop by.

Multiship: I’m a shipping whore and open to any sort of relationship, from platonic to romantic. If you’re interested in shipping, ask away. In the off-chance I say no to a ship, please DO NOT try and force a ship.

Multiverse: Interactions with different muses are to be considered to take place in a different verse unless the muse is interacting with more than one muse belonging to the same mun or to a multiship blog. Same goes for shipping, so there will be no cheating involved.

OC-friendly: Pretty self-explanatory, if your muse is an OC and you want to interact, you’ll be more than welcome. No Mary Sues or Gary Stus though, please (I had a bad experience in this regard ^^;).

Crossover-friendly: Your muse belongs to a different fandom? That’s perfectly fine! It might take a little longer to follow back if I’m not familiar with the fandom in question, but if there’s interest in interacting just go with it and follow! See rule #18 for fandoms I’m into.

NOT Ship-Exclusive: When starting a ship, the mun won’t expect you to be exclusive in that regard. You’re free to ship with whoever you want to. It’s fun to see how differently a muse interact with the same individual roleplayed by someone else.

3. Mun is 21+ and open to roleplay smut, which will be tagged as ‘nsfw’ and put under ‘read more’ if necessary. However, I will only do so if the other mun is 18+, and before doing so, she would like to get to know the other mun via IM so that both muns can be comfortable while doing so.

4. Romantic relationship will only occur with other teenaged muses, as I’m a bit uncomfortable writing adult/teenage relationships. Intergenerational relationships are very much welcome though.

5. No godmodding (controlling the other mun’s muse yourself) unless both muns discussed the plot of the thread/RP via IM beforehand and you know how the other muse would act in that specific situation.

6. No metagaming (using knowledge of someone’s muse that a character has no way of knowing) outside of dash commentaries.

7. Like mentioned before, IM and inbox are open for anyone, be it for plotting, asking random questions or just chatting and getting to know each other. I love to plot and chat via IM/Discord and won’t hesitate randomly popping into your IM/inbox. You have been duly warned ^^

8. Speaking of IM, I’m open to RPing via IM and Discord as well.Since I have various blogs, I may not always be available via Tumblr IM, while I’m on basically always on Discord, so if you have it too, feel free to ask for my Discord-ID ^^

9. I don’t care about reply length, just write whatever you feel like. I’m perfectly okay with one-liners, para, multi-para and drabble-length replies, whichever floats your boat.

10. Don’t reblog OOC posts, Rules, Headcanons, or threads you’re not taking part to.

11. Please let me know if you want to drop a thread or RP, and at the same time I will let the other mun know if I wants to drop a thread or RP.

12. Triggers will be present and will be tagged accordingly as ‘tw:’ (ex. tw: blood). Trigger warnings will be tagged even if mentioned, just to be safe. If you have a specific trigger you want me to tag, don’t hesitate and let me know. As for me, I ask you to tag domestic abuse, divorce and break-ups, child abuse/neglect and animal cruelty. They’re not triggers (I basically have none), but topics I’m uncomfortable about, so please do tag them. Thank you.

13. I’m more than happy to turn asks into threads.

14. Spoilers about New Danganronpa V3 (and the Danganronpa series in general) will be present, given the muse’s role in canon, so if you want to avoid them, look for the watch out for death traps! [spoilers] tag.

15. I don’t like really like to RP angst (I’m more of a hurt/comfort rper), although, given the nature of the game, I know this will be the case, but please do give me a fair warning if you want out thread to go angsty. Things I will never RP are gore and abuse (be it sexual, physical, emotional, domastic, etc.). Mentions of it are okay, but nothing too specific, on my part at least.

16. No hounding/pressuring for replies/answers. I won’t do the same with my RP partners and ask the same courtesy from them. If I haven’t replied for a while, you’re welcome to ask me (gently) via IM. Chances are I’m busy with real life, my computer/phone don’t work or I need more time to come up with a proper reply.

17. I’m is up to interacting with duplicates. I love multiverse mayhem! XD

18. Regarding crossovers, here’s some of the fandoms I’m into and know very/decently well:

Harry Potter

Pokemon (mainly games)

Persona games (including spin-offs such as Arena/Arena Ultimax and Dancing All Night)

Fairy Tail

Naruto

Artemis Fowl

Ouran High School Host Club

X-Men Movies

Lollipop Chainsaw

PSA tag: daily announcements [psa]