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Hello Bird. V here. I did in fact see that and my jaw has never hit the floor faster. LIKE IM SORRRYYYY???

SOMETHING WAS ALTERED IN MEEEE THIS WEEKS EPISODE WENT SO HARD IN SO MANY WAYS

#will is SUCH a milf. GAWD #hi v

Would you like to see a picture of my dog?

omg

yes

#buzz #hi v

i luv u x3

HI HIII luv u too <33 :333

#i assume this iz my luvly emo bae #hi v #<33

the lionel messi monstercocking agenda

#hi v

Yo. . . Kiryu-chan!!! 💬

V oh my GOD ok hold on ill answer your ask and then ill shove my y0 thoughts under the cut since im pretty sure youre the only one who’s going to read it anyway hehe

a quote that i’m proud of is probably going to be this line of akechi talking about his feelings for akira in my fic blinding lights:

“I don’t know if what I’m feeling towards him is love. It’s possible. But just as possible as that is a simple, unencumbered infatuation towards him, an unhindered obsession.”

It’s pretty good! It captures everything that i believe akechi feels for akira in a few succinct sentences, and im proud of it because ive often rambled a lot during my writing (which im sure you can tell given the length of my asks lmfao) so the fact that it’s so concise and comprehensive makes me very happy

anyway its yakuza 0 time under the cut <333

#hi v #ask #asks #yakuza 0

prompt: alt/frat rhink cool thnx byeeee

ok v i will write the alt/frat rhink we’ve been talking about for like 3 days now

Rhett wasn’t even sure why he came to the party, but Stevie had insisted that the frat guys wanted them there. As in they wanted Chase and Mike and Stevie there, and Rhett just happened to be in the friend group. Still, he’d probably walk to the ends of the earth to make his friends happy, so he threw on an old band shirt, fluffed up his hair a little, threw on his chucks, and on he went.

By the time they walked across campus, it was already getting pretty late. The guys let them in no problem, one of them (Josh? Was that his name?) even giving Rhett a pat on the back as he passed. The party seemed to be in full swing. It was no doubt the first rage-r of the year, now that everyone was back to campus.

Rhett took his time getting acquainted with the alcohol, looking over everything in the coolers before picking a beer at random. If it tasted like shit, he could just pawn it off on one of his friends. Except when he went to pop the cap off, some jackass already had his hand around the neck of the bottle.

“Trust me, you don’t want that one,” Mr. Hot Pink Polo said. Rhett was taken aback, and honestly kind of insulted. Mr. Hot Pink Polo did not let go of the bottle. So, Rhett tugged on it just to see that sharp smile fall off of his face.

Rhett could feel the tension and he did not like it. He didn’t like the way Mr. Hot Pink Polo stood with his hip cocked or that his breath smelled fruity and sweet like he’d eaten an orange and not chugged ten beers in an hour. He looked like a recruit, about his age, his dark hair just a little bit too long as the waves in his bangs fell in his face. Rhett thought it would look better pushed back, just a tad.

He looked like trouble and a complete ass with the way his polo clung to his shoulders and his chest hair peeked out from the top. And don’t even get Rhett started on the color. It hurt his eyes. And his canines looked like they could rip into anything, sharp and dangerous. Good thing he didn’t have a thing for teeth or else he would be all over this…guy whose eyes were very bright and kind even if his posture suggested otherwise.

Mr. Hot Pink Polo, MHPP for short, had a full on toothy smirk stuck on his face now, like he accepted a challenge that Rhett didn’t know he was offering. MHPP’s eyes raked up and down Rhett’s tall frame as he leaned back against the closest item, a fridge. He cocked his head, squinted a little, and shot Rhett a closed-lips smile.

Rhett felt himself tense considerably. He still hasn’t let go of the beer.

“Let me get you a drink,” MHPP said, all confidence, all smooth-talker casual. And Rhett did not feel a thing, except annoyance maybe.

He checked out Rhett again, subtle as a gun. His bottom lip was in between his teeth now, but the corner of his mouth was still tilted up like he was holding in a giggle. If Rhett were a weaker man, he might have given in. But he didn’t deal with this type of guy. No, MHPP was a dime a dozen around here. Even with his long legs and the way his skinny jeans complimented his hips so well.

“Hard pass.” He yanked one more time on the bottle, and Mr. Hot Pink Polo finally let go.

“C’mon, smallpools, I promise I’ll make it worth a Million Bucks.”

Rhett couldn’t help the little noise that came out, startled. He glanced at his shirt and then to MHPP, eyebrows raised. At the cocky expression on his face, Rhett twisted the cap off of his beer and took a big swig.

It was more difficult than he expected to not choke on the horribly acrid taste in his mouth. He hid the look of disgust on his face by walking away, careful to not let the beer bubble out of his nose with his gag.

From behind him, he heard a delighted laugh, followed by a “Told you!”