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hannieehaee · 4 months

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18+ / mdi

content: bf!jeonghan x reader, bf'sbestfriend!joshua, established relationship, one sided crush, teasing, jeonghan's a lil shit, smut, mentions of oral (m receiving), vouyerism (kinda), etc.

wc: 609

a/n: i thought abt this concept for a while hehe lmk if u would like a lil drabble about this

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boyfriend!jeonghan who has been aware of joshua's crush on his pretty girlfriend for a while, never really minding it but also being unable to leave that piece of information alone.

jeonghan discreetly teasing joshua about his crush on you by constantly gushing about you in his presence.

from showing him the pretty selfies you send him to going even further by 'accidentally' swiping one too many times and allowing him a glimpse of some of the more risqué pictures you've sent him on lonely nights.

joshua who is usually hard for fluster being caught off guard every single time, always gulping at the sight or mention of anything above pg13 when it came to you.

jeonghan letting you in on his friend's crush and even inciting you to participate in his teasing.

your boyfriend insisting you spontaneously join in any time he hung out with joshua one on one, making joshua a third wheel (but not really).

insisting on taking pictures of you and joshua together under the fake vice of wanting to have a whole collection of pictures of his girlfriend and his best friend together because what could be better than his two favorite people in the same frame ??

leaving the two of you alone for extended periods of time just to imagine his friend's flustered state at being alone with you.

inviting you on tour with them, with you having to share a room with the two of them whenever the members were assigned roommates.

playing around with you at night, supposedly waiting until joshua fell asleep but being fully aware that he could hear your muffled gasps as he took care of you only one bed away from his.

insisting you join the boys at the pool, smirking at his best friend's widened eyes upon seeing you in a tiny swimsuit.

jeonghan consistently getting off on knowing how badly his friend wanted you but couldnt have you.

buying you and joshua matching things such as sweatshirts and phone cases, claiming he also got some for himself but conveniently 'forgetting' them, making it seem like you and joshua were the matching couple.

chuckling to himself whenever you'd take a page from his book and flirt with joshua just to get a reaction out of him.

catching joshua watching you suck him off one night, having pretended to be asleep and closing his eyes right back the moment he made eye contact with jeonghan.

jeonghan smirking at him regardless, playing up his moans for you now knowing for sure he'd been awake every single time.

both joshua and jeonghan being aware of what was happening, with you blissfully unaware as you sucked your boyfriend to completion.

jeonghan cumming harder than ever before, but doing nothing about the situation, simply choosing to shoot his friend a wink before pulling your unaware self into his arms for some sleep.

jeonghan's teasing amping up even more from then on, making you sit on joshua's lap whenever there was no more sitting space, claiming joshuji wouldnt mind.

getting all three of you to hold hands in crowded places, with you in the middle as jeonghan insisted that it was so you wouldnt get separated.

going as far as having the three of you cuddle on the couch as you watched a movie, removing himself from the middle at some point and somehow managing to get the two of you pressed against each other.

jeonghan beginning to realize how much gratification he'd get from seeing you and joshua together, knowing this type of contact from anyone else would anger him, but being content with it if it was his good joshuji.

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keesdarlin · 4 months

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☆// merry and bright (MDNI, 18+)

info! 141 + könig + keegan / fluff, established relationship + gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

prompt! their favorite christmas/holiday activities

notes! i'm not big on christmas usually, but this seemed cute so i thought i would do a little bit of writing for it. hope you enjoy :]

KÖNIG

könig's favorite holiday activity is going to see the lights. he'll take driving through the neighborhood in a car if he has to, but he really likes making a whole night out of it. to him, going to see the lights is an entire event. you'll dress up all warm and stop on the way out to grab some hot chocolate or tea or whatever it is you fancy along with some warm snacks. then you'll find a nice neighborhood, probably packed with all the other people who had the same idea as you, and just walk through it. it's a nice way to just get out for a little bit, to bask in the fresh air and that winter chill. a nice excuse for him to spoil you a little bit with some treats and sugar. he keeps a hand on you so that you don't get swept away in the crowd and is ridiculously attentive to you. asks if you want him to go get you more hot cocoa when your cup empties. pulls you closer into his side when you complain about how cold it is. looks at all the displays that you point out and smiles for every picture. it's all very sweet, really. he just loves seeing the way your eyes shine while you're looking at all of the pretty lights.

GAZ

kyle loves taking you present shopping. he mostly likes it because you like it. window shopping, putting so much care and attention into choosing gifts for someone else, trying to figure out what you want for yourself. it's even more fun when you're doing all of the shopping in one place, preferably the mall. it's convenient and lively and full of energy. the lines are kind of a pain, but it's a little bit less annoying when he has you to talk to. he buys you whatever snacks you want while you're shopping. stopping for lunch is the best because that's prime time for people watching. you guys will just sit in the food court while listening to other people's conversations and commenting on them. makes sure that you're as comfortable as possible before you leave the house -- good shoes, comfortable clothes, hair tie on hand just in case you need it. he brings along band-aids in case you end up getting a blister. he also takes note of things that you like. he can't resist getting you a little gift or two to slip you when you're at home later.

SOAP

soap really likes the parties. really he just likes any excuse to see you all dressed up, especially for a party. add in some alcohol and he's having a great time. in his defense, what's not to like about a good party? music, free food, and some scheduled time to hang out with all of your friends, maybe catch up with some people that you haven't seen in a little while. he likes how clingy you get at parties too, all in the spirit of cuffing season and everything. you guys are basically joined at the hip, you either hanging on his arm or his arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders or waist, keeping you pulled to his side. he likes the whole deal -- the themes, dressing up, having an excuse to dote on you a little extra, the coziness. he's super down to get lost in the moment of course, but he's always paying attention to you as well. all making sure your cup is full, making sure you have a plate of snacks if you're hungry or a sweater if you're cold, making sure you have someone to dance with if you feel like it. the whole event just gets him going.

GHOST

ghost really enjoys the lazy days that the holidays allow for. he just likes having the time to just exist with you. of course he loves planning dates when your busy schedules allow the both of you to see one another, but that can get a little bit high-pressure from time to time. if you're lucky enough that he's home for the holidays when you also happen to have work off, he really prefers to stay in with you. his favorite part is probably getting to sleep in late with you pulled to his chest. there's no risk of him waking up to an empty bed because you had to run off to work or go buy milk before an appointment or whatever else life throws at you. even if he wakes up before you, he can just hold you to his chest and find comfort in the sound of you breathing (and you can do that same. just listen to the beating of his heart as he sleeps beside you). when you are both finally awake, the morning is still slow to start. you stay in bed for another hour or three and take your time convincing each other to get up and start the day. it's usually simon that caves first, getting up and dragging you out of bed along with him. you both trudge to the kitchen, enjoying the coziness of your little apartment as you make tea and scrape together a lazy breakfast. from there you spend the day in your pajamas, cuddling on the couch and watching movies under a few blankets, dozing off and on, occasionally grazing on snacks.

PRICE

price usually enjoys being in the kitchen with you around the holidays. this usually consists of him being your little helper or leaning against the doorframe and rambling while you cook whatever you've set yourself to. he'll stand with you and make jokes or talk about random stuff while you roll out sheets of cookie dough or work on cooking something for dinner. to keep him occupied you'll assign him ingredients to dig through the cabinets for, really just so that you don't have to do it yourself. he'll probably find it with maximum efficiency too just so that you're not left waiting on him. he hands it to you, waits for you to measure it out, and then puts it back so that you're not losing any counter space either. and he's always bugging you for a taste of whatever you're making whether it's cookie dough or soup or whatever, but especially if it's some kind of sweet treat. if you're making cookies, you can guarantee that he'll sneak one off the cooling rack when you're not looking. would absolutely insist on making the most absurd gingerbread house with you (and would probably end up either painting you with frosting or eating it all).

KEEGAN

i'd like to think that keegan's favorite part of christmas is the snow. anything to do with the snow, really. during the first snow of the season, he drags you out to see it. it doesn't matter if you're working or sleeping or what, but cue keegan shaking you as gently as his stifled excitement can muster to come out and see it. if he's not with you when it finally start snowing, he'll call you and leave a short but sweet message about it. he loves playing in it; it's one of the only times he lets his guard down. loves snow angels, building igloos and snow men, having snowball fights, sledding. the whole nine yards. he just has a blast with it. he also teaches you how to make snow creams when you guys have the time for it (firm believer here that keegan would like his snow creams with chocolate chips). sometimes he'll go outside by himself and just sit in the snow for a little bit or stick his hand in it and feel the way it melts on his palms. it helps ground him, helps clear his head. no matter the case, he's more than happy to be able to share it with you.

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czrpenters · 1 year

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sam carpenter nsfw alphabet

pairings: sam carpenter x fem!reader.

masterlist | request rules.

a - aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Sam is the type of girl who will literally do anything for you. Anything. If you wanted a glass of water, she would get up to fetch you some. If you felt hot, she would turn on the AC immediately. Sometimes she would literally exaggerate so much, to the point where you had to make her stay with you instead of going to buy you some water bottles after you've fucked, because you guys' were running out of them.

"But you said you were thirsty, baby..." She would whine like a baby when she couldn't take care of you.

b - bodypart (their favorite part of their partners body)

Sam loves everything about you, so it is pretty hard for her to think about picking a favorite spot on your body. But, if she had to choose, she would say your eyes. She can read you pretty well by then, especially read your eyes; she can tell if you are sad, angry, horny, anxious. Just by looking at them.

c - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She loves your taste more than anything. It's what drives her the most when you're fucking; she mostly wants to make you cum so she can taste it. It's bitter, a little bit sour even, and she would taste you everyday if she could.

d - dirty secret

Sam wil never, ever tell you this, but she would literally die if one day you called her Mommy. It's something that she would only tell you if you were the one that brought it up, otherwise she will carry that secret to the grave with her.

e - experience (how much do they have?)

She definetly has some experience, more than you. Boys, girls, you name it. And your lack of it never was an issue to her; in fact, she loved teaching you everything she knew about sex.

f - favorite position

Every position where she gets to see your face are her favorites. Although, when she's feeling a little bit angrier at the moment, she'll definetly want something where she could slap your ass, or your face. All fours is a must, as well.

g - goofy (how are they in the moment? are they more serious or humorous?)

She takes it very seriously, but not in a bad way. She just gets too focused in making you feel good, and you enjoy that about her. Even in times where she feels rougher, she's always serious.

h - hair (how well groomed they are, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Sam prefers to keep it all trimmed, most of the times she just wax everything off for convenience, as well.

i - intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Really depends on her mood. And depends on you, of course. If you sit on her lap, kiss her slowly and ask nicely, she'll have the most romantic night with you. Candles, music, you name it. Everything that you love, she'll do. You just have to ask. She absolutely needs to know how you're feeling the entire time when you're having these romantic nights. "Is this good?", "Am I hurting you, baby?", "I'm gonna put another one in, okay?". You felt like a princess every damn time.

j - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh, she does it more than she can admit it. I mean, you're a busy girl, she's a busy girl, you both don't always have time to be intimate and that's fine to her. But sometimes it gets harder than she expected, and she literally has to lock herself in the tiny bathroom of the diner she worked at, just to get some relief.

k - kinks (one or more of their kinks)

She likes to play it rough. Bondages, wax play, strap-ons. And slapping. That is her weak spot. Anywhere she can slap you, she will. In your ass, your thigh, your face, especially your pussy. She likes causing you pain, but still worries about you all the time. You both had a safe word that, thankfully, was never used, but still; Sam knew that she could be a little too much when she was horny, and she would hate hurting you in a way that you didn't liked it.

l - location (favorite places to do it)

Sam isn't the number one fan of having sex in public places. She liked making you scream, she enjoyed the privacy. She would only consider if you really, really wanted to; otherwise, no.

m - motivation (what turns them on)

Unironically, you. Anything you do. If you wore a shorter skirt, she was down. If you tied your hair, she got wet. It wasn't hard to get her in the mood, you just pretty much had to exist. But something that really, really gets her going, is when you ask for it. If you got home from work, wanting for Sam to fuck the stress out of you, she will immediately do so. And she will do it like she has a fucking PhD in sex. Or in the middle of sex, when she teases you a little bit just to hear you say "Please". Being in control makes her crazy.

n - no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Honestly, Sam is down to try almost anything, except if it was anything that you didn't want to do. Even if it was something that she personally wanted to try. She would ask you once, and if you said no, she would never bring it up again.

o - oral (preference in giving or recieving, skills, etc.)

I'm not gonna lie, Sam is pretty talented with her mouth, but there was something about having you down on her that really makes her go crazy. She loves how good you're with her, how you know exactly the right spots. And it's funny because she was the one who thought you all of that, she felt like a proud teacher most of the times. She praised you everytime, saying stuff like "You're such a good girl, baby...", "You're a fast learner, huh?".

p - pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Like I've said, it really depends. If she's feeling romantic, slow. If she's feeling angry, rough. And sometimes she would do both at the same time, surprisingly.

q - quickie (their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

She never really enjoyed quickies, to be honest. It was a habit that came with you guys' relationship. Specifically, it came when you both were alone in the house, horsing around, when you said jokingly (enphasis on the joke part) that she couldn't make you cum before Tara got home (which had just texted you saying she was 5 minutes away from the apartment). Like the competitive girl that she is, she took it as a challenge. And spoiler alert: she did make you cum (in 3 minutes).

r - risk (are they okay with experimenting, do they take risks, etc)

Sam is down to try anything, you just needed to ask her. She's just so whipped.

s - stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long they usually last)

For real, she can go for hours. Sometimes she just needs some 5 minute breaks in between rounds, but she can go as long as you want her to. She's there to please you, after all.

t - toys (do they own any? do they use them?)

You guys call it "The Collection". The amount of toys that you guys bought over the years was embarrassingly high. Strap-ons, vibrators, ropes and chains, you name it. The last purchase she made was a bullet vibrator type of thing with a remote controller. She was having way too much fun with that.

u - unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

She only teases you just to hear you plead, because in the back of her mind, she hates to not give you what you want. She loves spoiling you with everything, but she also loved it when you asked for stuff.

v - volume (how loud they are, what kind of noises do they make, etc)

She isn't too loud, she believes. Sometimes, when you guys are alone, she allows herself to be a little bit over the edge, but not always. She prefers to moan for you, and only you. But when it was her turn, she just wanted to make you scream her name. And also, Sam had the filhtiest mouth you'd ever seen, honestly. She would say the nastiest things while you were fucking and that honestly got you more turned on than ever.

w - wild card (random headcanon)

Sam's personal goal, everytime, was to make you cry. She loved making you feel so good, but so good, that it made tears roll down your face.

x - x-ray (what's going on under their clothing)

Sam loves to wear matching underwear, and loves when you do the same.

y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not that high, but also definetly not low. She was a little bit over the middle.

z - ZZZ.. (do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Almost never. She loves watching you sleep. Cuddling you, kissing all over your face, making sure that she didn't stepped over the line with your body. She would only sleep if she knew for sure you were alright.

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#sam carpenter x reader #melissa barrera x reader #scream #scream vi #melissa barrera #sam carpenter #sam carpenter smut #melissa barrera smut #nsfwalphabet

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twstunes · 7 months

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okay this isn't a tierlist it's more of a groupings list

BORING DRESS SHOES CONTAINMENT ZONE

[ Trey, Deuce, Jack, Azul, Jade, Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Trein ]

There's not much to say about most of these except that I don't like them. Yes yes they're functional and fit the personalities of those wearing them. I'll still die on the hill that plain dress shoes are more boring than they are classy >:/

Trey, Deuce, Jack, and Silver all have on penny loafers, which are about as casual as you can get while still counting as formalwear-appropriate. Azul and Jade appear to both have on plain-toe oxfords, which I'm sure they coordinated on. Malleus and Trein also seem to have some variety of oxfords, though Trein might be wearing derbies?

Sebek's in here bc I'm not quite sure what's going on with his shoes. Considering that rectangular portion on the interior sides & the fact he's in Equestrian Club, I wouldn't be surprised if they were jodhpurs? They accomplish the same visual effect as basic dress shoes, though, so in the containment zone he stays.

ZESTY DRESS SHOES

[ Riddle, Floyd, Lilia, Crowley, Crewel, Sam ]

Floyd, Lilia, and Sam make up the milder end of the zest spectrum. Floyd made his own shoes and thus gets a cool-by-default technicality. Lilia's shoes are fairly basic loafers, but the bat engraving and large golden heels are enough to nudge them under the "interesting" umbrella. Sam's shoes aren't really visible under his spats, but he remembered the crucial aesthetic detail of matching his spats w/ his gloves, so he gets a pass.

Riddle's shoes have heart-shaped cap toes and heels so chunky they might as well be wedges; both of these details perfectly fit his heart-themed and undersized ass. Crowley appears to have on derbies w/ extensive lace-patterned embellishments, which feels in-line with his love of fancy little baubles. I'd assumed Crewel was wearing saddle shoes at first glance, but now that I'm looking at them…those are full brogues, I'm pretty sure? (Good walking shoes, thus a good pick for a dog owner.)

BOOT CORNER

[ Rook, Epel ]

Rook is a hunter, and hunters need sturdy shoes that can hold up to long treks through the wilderness (or across campus). These are literally boots you could pick up at any given Tractor Supply. I personally believe Vil hates these shoes but cannot do anything to stop Rook from wearing them. He balances them out with his fancy hat, though, so maybe that's enough to placate Vil?

Epel grew up in Harveston, where I don't think it's possible to wear anything less than boots without getting frostbite most months of the year. Epel's probably been stomping around in these bad boys for A While; the tartan pattern is just unique enough to make it feel more like a hand-me-down than something Vil would buy for him.

ACTUAL SENSIBLE SHOES

[ Cater, Ace, Ruggie, Jamil, Idia, Vargas ]

Cater goes with some stylish slip-ons. They're comfy, they're convenient, and they go with most outfits. This dude would definitely wear the checkered Vans if he could.

I fully believe Ace picked out his shoes based entirely on how they looked. It worked out well in the end tho, bc they're perfect for how active he is. He and Idia are the only ones who don't change into different shoes for PE.

Ruggie, Jamil, and Vargas all have on practical, comfy sneakers, which makes sense considering they're some of the most active people on campus—Ruggie and Jamil are constantly running errands, and Vargas teaches PE all day. I like that Jamil's actually seem a little faded from use, though chances are that's just how they're supposed to look.

Idia, despite being a shut-in, at least has the good sense to put on what appear to be velcro shoes when he goes out. (Choosing velcro over laces is also maybe a safety thing? Easy to get on and off, no laces to come undone and trip over. Very important in a dorm with a lot of expensive tech!)

OUTLIERS

[ Leona, Kalim, Vil, Ortho ]

Leona is well-aware of the standard level of chaos that happens every day at NRC, but that isn't going to stop him from wearing sandals instead of something more protective. Dude wants to be comfy above all else, and frankly, I respect it. Either Crewel hasn't noticed Leona's lack of lab-safe footwear or he's given up on getting the guy to wear closed-toe shoes.

Kalim has on juttis w/ the classic curled/pointed tips. Iirc, curled, pointed tips are startlingly good at reducing the amount of sand that gets into shoes! Seeing as both his home and dorm are in desert environments, these make perfect sense for Kalim's go-to footwear.

Someone at this school full of prettyboys had to put on the heels, and Vil is the only baddie committed to fashion enough to follow through. This pair is undoubtedly custom-made—not just because that's the kind of person Vil is, but because they specifically feature Pomefiore's dorm colors.

Ortho doesn't wear shoes. That's just his body. He also doesn't walk in these bc, according to Idia, "walking is for normies." This foot design is present in all of Ortho's bodies except for his athletic gear, seeing as his athletic gear is the only one meant for walking instead of floating. (Since they're shaped kinda like pincers, I wonder if he can use them for picking things up?)

#if i don't make little charts and lists occasionally i'll die. thank u for your understanding #rip to ppl that reblogged the original version of the post fghjgf i forgot to mention the bats on lilia's shoes.....#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted rambling

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tetrakys · 8 months

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Are we all secretly Argentinian? A brief history of VPN in Beemoov's fandom

Once upon a time, when only High School Life and maybe Eldarya TO were out, players were able to choose their own bank when making a purchase on the games websites. Some banks were extremely cheap compared to others, the cheapest of all being Argentina. This from the perspective of people living in other countries. As an example:

2800 Gold coins were worth 39€ or 49$ or 400 ARS 400 ARS were the equivalent of 27$ in 2016.

So, clearly, anyone given the chance would spend less with such a big discount. And the chance was indeed given, since it was easy to just select another country's bank on the website.

Fast-forward a few years, the option to choose a bank was removed, and people could only use the bank associated to the country they were connecting from. It didn’t take much time for people to realise that it was enough to change IP via a VPN to make the games think you were connecting from Argentina and still access its bank. Additionally, Argentinian's currency was getting more and more devaluated in time and prices were never really adjusted at the bank. So, those 2800 Gold which were worth 400ARS or 27$ in 2016, were now worth 11$ in 2019.

This VPN trick has been around for years now. Not all players were aware of course, and not everyone was comfortable in using a VPN or able to. But still, quite a lot of people were doing so. Some of them even made a business out of it, recharging other people's accounts using a VPN and taking a fee for their "service".

Fast-forward again, to 2022. The VPN trick escalated, the secret was not that much of a secret anymore, especially because people were freely talking about it everywhere, Discord, Facebook, all social media really, even TikTok videos were made explaining how to do it. Very simply, too many people were using it. Consequently, Beemoov worked on it and managed to remove Argentina's bank from most VPNs for people playing from Europe and North America. (NOT South America, as I vaguely remember it was mentioned that they were trying to protect the Argentinians living in nearby countries). This led to a crazy uproar, mostly from the biggest fandom affected, the French one. People were leaving tons of messages on all socials demanding the reinstatement of Argentina, and also sending curses and death threats to Beemoov employees. The most recurrent message was of people outraged that the company had blocked VPNs without telling their players and demanding dialogue and compromise. On the other hand, Beemoov replied that VPNs were never a functionality of the games, and they don't need to discuss it with players.

Approximate translation of Beemoov's official reply (neither French nor English are my mother tongues so feel free to double check):

"Goodmorning. The use of VPN isn't a functionality offered by the game, just like it isn't normal use of the game to circumvent the base tariffs. Thus it's normal and logic that the company would put a stop at this technique. (Without having to communicate it since it's not a functionality of the game that we are retiring or modifying, but the exploitation of a fallacy.) The tariffs that each country pays are established according to their buying power. Of the 2 euros payment that can be done by the players via VPN Argentina, the company only earns a few cents. And with just a few cents it's clearly impossible to cover the costs of the episodes production and business costs in general, pay our employees, and create new content for our players. Under these conditions, it's certain that the company would eventually go bankrupt. (Like many of you wish, but us not that much.) To give you a less abstract example, it's as if someone would accept to see their salary of 1329 euros (minimum wage, for example) drop to 44 euros. Do you think this person would be able to live without any problem? We are sorry if our base tariffs are not convenient for you and we understand that they are not accessible to all of our players, but these are what allow the company to survive and to make new content. Of course like in all free-to-play games you are not obliged to pay and you always have the possibility of playing for free (and this is thanks to the players who pay the normal price)."

Fast forward again to this year, August 2023. The economic crisis in Argentina has led to high inflation and 22% devaluation of currency. All businesses have had to up their prices, including Beemoov. Those 2800 gold coins that used to be worth 400 ARS ~ 27$ in 2016, and then 11$ in 2019? Are now worth 1.14$. Beemoov has had to up the prices and now these are costed at 6,800 ARS (or 19.43$), an increment of 17 times its original value (but still less than the 2016 dollar equivalent).

Consequently, we have seen now the rest of the fandom, the part that hadn't been affected one year ago, going ballistic. And the same kind of threats and complaints that were posted last year by the European fandom are now posted by the American fandom. One would assume that only the Argentinians are complaining, rightfully so, since they are the ones directly affected. But actually most of the complaints come from people living elsewhere who were either using VPNs for their own benefit or created a business out of it.

(these are from 4 different people I found with just a 5 minutes search, we really live in a capitalist dream lmao)

Additionally, people have been upset about the company's reply. This message has been circulating in several social media, and people wonder if it's true or fake.

I don't know who originally posted so I can't say if it's true or not. (Personally I tend to believe it is.)

(Using Google translate here because I don't know a word of Portuguese, so please correct me if this is wrong.)

"To be fair, Latin America is far from our biggest customer, but that's not the point. Beemoov was forced to take action after numerous abuses by players (and in particular 80% of purchases from Brazil) using VPNs to connect to Argentina and take advantage of this country's poor financial situation to buy APs and other in-game currencies. The few players currently residing in Argentina are unfortunately affected by the situation and we are very sorry, but we could not remain inactive in the face of a fraud of this magnitude that puts the company's sustainability at risk (payment of employees, office rent, work equipment, taxes, creation of new content, etc... Each of these must be paid in euros following the French currency - as we are located in France)."

People have been particularly offended by that "LATAM isn't our biggest customer" which isn't hate, it's a fact. Despite the LATAM fandom being big (second only to France by number of players), the currencies of all the countries involved are worth less than euros, and that's why it can't be the biggest client, it's just math.

Some math below for who is interested, but feel free to skip: For example 1300 gold are costed 200 in mexican pesos which is 10.7 euros. Similarly this same amount of gold is 30BRL in Brazil, which translates to 1.6 euros. Compared, 1300 gold in France are costed 19 euros. (On top of these there are also bank fees and currency exchange fees). This means that, if no one were using VPN, it would take two mexican players for Beemoov to earn the same amount as they earn from a French player. And even more, 12 Brazillian players to pay what they get from one single French player. (Again, I'm not considering bank fees, so these numbers should actually be higher). Of course this is just an example on one single purchase. It's not representative of the whole bank. But with some very hacky math, approximately I think that LATAM doesn't contribute to more than a quarter of Beemoov's revenue (and keep in mind that for the past year LATAM could use Argentina VPN and Europe couldn't). Of course, again, this is veeeery approximate, but I remember Brazil wasn't included in Uncoven, so I think that if they are cutting another bank in the future it might be that one. This is not the case for New Gen of course since we know Brazillian is one of the languages included.

So, where are we now?

VPNs are still being used of course, not Argentina but other countries (mostly Brazil, Turkey, and a few others). I don't think there's any stopping VPNs for good in the old games, but I'm pretty confident the company might've found a way for New Gen.

What do I think of all this?

These up here are facts. Now my personal opinion is that things aren't that black and white. I totally agree with the fact that the company has expenses and needs to pay salaries of their employees etc etc. At the same time it's also true that for whatever business when a product is faulty prices are lowered. Eldarya ANE has not the same quality as the other games, prices should reflect that but they don't. Similarly, some episodes are released very bugged, and people have to replay 3, 4, 5 times to get the illustration they would've been able to get in one playthrough and should be compensated for that. In Moonlight Lovers there was a crazy bug for more than a year, me and the friends I made guides with had to replay each episode at least 5-8 times. I don't even want to try to estimate the amount of money I wasted on that game otherwise I would curl in a ball and cry. The company should've provided compensation to us and all the players who played Moonlight Lovers during that year, but they didn't. So when episodes are bugged and people have to replay many times I see VPNs as morally justified.

But bugs asides, the point is that if VPNs were used only a few times, and only by those players who really would not be able to play otherwise, then nothing would've happened. But as always, when something is abused the "authorities" try to put a stop to it. (Because really it's crazy that a middle-class European via VPN spends only a few cents on each episode and then expects to see more content. This isn't only fraud against the company, but also disrespectful toward the players who pay full price and allow the games to keep existing.)

However, I want to end this post with a positive message, if anyone made it this far it's earned. During my deep dive in the fandom to write this post, I saw that the trolls, the haters, the death and violence threats against Beemoov workers or other players, the wishes to see the company go bankrupt and everyone left without a job, all these came from Europeans and Americans alike. Seeing all these curses and threats in english, french, spanish, brazillian portuguese etc warmed my heart. There is no racism when it comes to hate, humanity sucks everywhere 💕

#beemoov #eldarya #my candy love #mcl #peggy's corner

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markxmelon · 1 year

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Parings: Mafia!Yuta x Innocent!Y/n

Pronouns: She/Her

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst(?), Mafia

Warnings: Curse words, blood, Yuta gets beat up, kidnapping, guns, gang violence, let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 1.3k

The warnings makes it sound more interesting than it is but I hope y’all like it!

Yuta sits on a toilet lid while y/n stood in between his legs, tending to his wounds. Yuta can sense his girlfriend's disappointment. The pout on her face says it all. He knows that she hates his line of work now, but what else can he do? Once you're a part of a mafia, you're in it for life.

When y/n finished adding the bandages, Yuta placed one hand on y/n's waist and the other on her cheek. She leans into the warmth of his hand. Yuta looks in awe at his beautiful love. How was I able to have someone so ethereal to be mine? He thought to himself.

"I'm sorry." He says lightly, "I know I make you so worried about me. If I could leave the crew I would. You know that right?" Y/n nods. Yuta sighs, "How about I make tomorrow about us? I'll order us some take out and we can watch movies and play video games all day. Sounds fun right?" This brings a huge smile to y/n's face. She quietly responds, "I would really like that."

"No, Yuta! You cheated!" Y/n accuses as she threw her controller down. "You cheated on the last game!" Yuta fights back. "NO I DIDN'T!!" "Button mashing is cheating in my book honey!" "Whatever..." Y/n pouts and crosses her arms. Yuta rolls his eyes, "Fine you big baby, I cheated. I'll buy you an ice cream from the convenience store." Y/n cheers with a cute smile on her face. Yuta chuckles at his child like girlfriend.

They left their home in their pajamas, not really caring about who sees them as they walk to the closest store. As soon as they make it into the store, Y/n rushes to the ice cream and almost trips over her own bunny slipper. "Hey! Be careful." Yuta laughs. Y/n thinks deeply about what ice cream to get. She finally chooses the one with vanilla and chocolate swirled together. "Yuta I want this one!" Silence. Y/n turns around confused. "Yuta?" He was no where to be seen. Before she could call out to him again, she feels an intense pain on the back of her head. Within seconds she sees nothing but darkness.

Y/n wakes up in a daze. The back of her head throbbing, but the only thing she's worried about is Yuta. Where is he?

Yuta fights against the ropes that bounded him. "I told you that you can't escape." A man states with an annoyed look on his face. Yuta stops struggling and looks at the man. "Who are you?" No answer. "Why are you doing this?" The man sighs at the question, "Your cute little gang owes me something." "What do they owe you?" "They know exactly what they owe. Maybe them getting a video of their precious member all beaten and tied up would make them work faster to give me what I want." The man gestures to the other men in the room. They move toward Yuta and start to beat him up. They punched him, kicked him, slammed his head to the ground, anything to make him draw blood. Soon the man told his goons to stop. He takes his phone out and starts recording Yuta.

"Poor guy. If only his friends just did what they were told. Tsk tsk tsk. What would make this all stop? Hmmm...oh I know!" The man turns the camera to himself. "Give me what I want or I would hurt him more." The man pauses, "Actually, I don't think I can hurt him more than I already have. New proposition, you have 1 hour to get here before I hurt his precious lady friend." Yuta's pain went numb at the mention of y/n.

"No...please..." He weakly lets out. The man just chuckles. "How cute. She's an adorable girl, isn't she? Her innocent bunny slippers. Would be a shame to see a bruise on such a soft face, huh? Anyways, get here when you can!" He sends the video to Yuta's boss, Taeyong. "See you in an hour, Yuta." The man walks out of the room, his goons following behind.

Yuta doesn't even care that he's going in and out of consciousness. He just wants to know if y/n is okay. Where is she?

Y/n sits with her knees brought up to her chest. She's been trapped in a dark room for who knows how long. She tried to open the door earlier but it was locked. She gave up a while ago and just sat in a corner.

BANG

Y/n jumps. Something just hit the door of the room she's in.

BANG BANG BANG

The door burst open. "Y/n?" "Mark?" "Guys I found y/n!"

The rest of the NCT 127 members, excluding Yuta, show up in the room. Y/n gives the closest member, Mark, a hug. That's when she realizes something. "Where's Yuta?" The members look at each other. "We haven't found him yet...we were kinda hoping you would know where he is." Taeyong answers. "Oh no..." Y/n starts to panic. "Hey don't worry we'll find him!" Taeil reassures her. "Yeah we can split up and look for him. Um...here y/n take this gun and search the hallway." Taeyong says. Without really thinking, y/n snatches the gun from Taeyong's hand then rushes out of the room.

Yuta tries to sit up multiple times, but he's too weak. Come on Yuta...we need to see if y/n is okay... He tries again then falls back down. He groans in pain. He was about to give up when he heard the sweetest sound known to man. "Yuta? Yuta are you in there?" She's okay? She's okay! He musters up all his strength to say, "I'm in here..." "Okay honey hang on!" y/n started to kick the door with all her might. Freaking bunny slippers. With a few more intense kicks, the door burst open. These doors are way too weak. Y/n runs to Yuta. She puts his face in her hands. "I should kill them for hurting you like this." Yuta lets out a weak chuckle. Y/n smiles slightly and starts to untie Yuta's hands and legs. She wraps his arm around her shoulders and her free arm around his waist. "Okay baby let's get out of here.”

Y/n and Yuta walk through many halls trying to find an exit, but no luck. Eventually they saw something. Sadly it wasn't an exit. It was Haechan. The man that caused all of this had his gun pointed at him. The man's goons were on the ground with bullet wounds. His back was faced towards them. Haechan sees the two, but tried not to look at them for long so the man wouldn't notice them. By the way that Yuta was looking at him, y/n knew for sure that that was the man who did this to them. "Where's your group now Haechan? They left without you? How sad. Maybe if you just did what you promised then this wouldn't be happening." The man scowls. "We didn't promise anything!" "Tsk. You really should learn how to keep your word Haechan. Now I'll have to kill you." The man turns the gun's safety off and was about to shoot Haechan when he heard someone speak. "Not on my watch, bitch." Y/n shoots the guy on the back of his head. Yuta and Haechan are in shock. The members came running in that direction after hearing the gunshot. They looked at y/n with wide eyes because she still had her gun raised. She looked so cool.

On the car ride to the NCT 127 safe place, y/n couldn't stop talking about what happened. "Yuta did you see me? The guy was all like 'don't break your promises' and Haechan was like 'wahhh don't shoot me' and I was like 'not on my watch, bitch' and the guy was all like 'ndihnfuinawebbdd'. Yuta I cursed AND shot a man! Didn't I look cool?!" The guys smile at y/n's cute excitement. "Yes darling, I saw." Yuta says with a chuckle. "What a rush! Yuta we'll be like Bonnie and Clyde!" Y/n rambles for the rest of the car ride, making the guys laugh and less tense after what all went down. Yuta stares at his love and can't help but think, that's my bunny slipper hero.

#nct yuta #nakamoto yuta #mafia!yuta #Yuta #yuta x reader #kpop x reader #Kpop #kpop imagines #yuta fluff #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct imagines

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arisunakayama · 1 year

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Hiii so I saw you're doing madcom requests and got an idea

So main 4 headcanons for a convenience store owner reader. Basically they're just the most reliable source for a lot of things, and really chill too. Just wanna sell things and help without a care for their wanted posters or massive organisation. So the S.Q already knows them from buying stuff from the shop, but thet only recently started paying attention to the owner and realised how...nice they were.

You can choose the type of headcanon (like your Pandora's box thing or one-time separate hc's) or if you want to add other characters :) thank you!

Main 4 with Store Owner!Reader or Pandora’s Box! Reader

Imma do both because my ideas are running WILD rn lmao. Plus it gives me a reason to try and write off writer’s and artist’s block. Plus this will be LOOONNNGGG

A/N: PANDORA’S BOX!READER USES GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS, BUT IS FEM PRESENTING. CONVENIENCE STORE!READER IS PURELY GENDER NEUTRAL!

Depending on if you’re a shop owner or the founder/CEO of Pandora’s Box will kind of differentiate the relationship you might have with the Main Four.

For example, if you happen to be a convenience store owner, chances are you’ll be closer to both Sanford and Deimos compared to Hank and 2BDamned.

But you’d probably still retain a good relationship with the both Hank and Doc.

If you were the Founder/CEO of the Pandora’s Box agency, you’d most likely be closer to Doc and Hank while still retaining a good relationship with both Sanford and Deimos.

But nonetheless the four of them would notice how pretty chill and nice you are.

But although in both scenarios you’re still pretty chill and don’t really care for their reputation, the personalities between the two are different between Store Owner!Reader and Pandora’s Box!Reader.

[CONVENIENCE STORE!READER]

If you’re a convenience store owner, chances of you meeting the Main Four are slim.

But hey, you somehow were able to manage that with them coming into your store because of some dead batteries that was inside of some sort of device that they needed to work.

You remembered how they entered your store, Doc looking irritated along with Deimos who was still fiddling with the poor remote.

Meanwhile Sanford looked like he was just ready go back home.

Hank on the other hand looked indifferent, although a bit irked.

Of course you knew who they were, there were wanted posters of them plastered all over the place outside of your store.

But honestly you could care less. A customer is a customer and you of all people knew better than to stick your nose in other people’s business.

Anyways, Doc just ended up grabbing the pack of batteries from the store racks before slamming it down onto the counter in front of you.

Meanwhile you looked behind him, seeing the other three behind him with what looked like whatever they just grabbed around the store.

While you were ringing up their items, Deimos looks at the wanted posters of them that was plastered on the bulletin board.

He points it out. “You know you have the wanted posters of us, right?” You could feel him eye your suspiciously.

“I know. But honestly, it’s really not my business.” You shrug your shoulders while putting the items into a bag, giving it to Doc while he pays you.

The four of them can only stare at you in silence before continuing.

“Look all I’m saying is, I get all types of people passing here and I know how to keep my mouth shut tight.” You lean onto the desk in front of you with a soft smile “Meaning, there’s no reason for me to open them at all.”

They still don’t really trust you, to which you can’t really blame them.

Nevada was a place you couldn’t really be relaxed in. Especially when there were murderers, thieves, cannibals and a whole bunch of unsavory types of people out there.

If it was before missions, they would usually stop by and grab only necessary things.

Though if it was like a camp out due to survey ing a tower/building, then they’d end up grabbing a few more snacks to keep them content.

The ones who you talked to the most would Deimos and Sanford considering how more relaxed they are when it comes to casual conversation

Compared to Doc and Hank, the two of them make you feel a lot more safe.

As for 2BDamned and Hank themselves, it’s more of just business.

But as time goes on between the four of them do end up coming to realization that you genuinely do care about them and their well being.

Not only are you nice to them, but you also aren’t that afraid of them. Which to be honest it a nice change.

Especially when it comes to having a new trustworthy friend.

Good job Reader! You’ve managed to not only get the main four to be your friends, but also guard dogs and attack dogs.

Especially when someone vandalizes or threatens to kill you or steal from you.

[PANDORA’S BOX!READER]

As I’ve mentioned before, you’d most likely strike up a partnership with the main four and the S.Q just to spite the AAHW and it was good to have a powerful ally who wasn’t Phobos or the Auditor.

Most likely you’d be closer due to 2BDamned and Hank just due to professionalism, business related jobs, or etc.

That and Hank’s odd obsession with wanting to constantly spar with you because of wanting to see how fast you could actually avoid him.

Which by the way, you still heavily outweighs him in that skill.

But back onto the topic, 2BDamned would be the one to do all the talking and negotiating. Though there will be times you both do joke around with each other by throwing small jokes.

He genuinely enjoy doing business with you though, seeing how well the two of you compromise with each other.

As for Hank he doesn’t really care about all that stuff. Unless it deals with weaponry, then he’s all for listening and seeing what you have.

As long as he has something he can use to saw, slice, or put holes into whatever gets in his way efficiently , he’ll gladly see what you have.

There was a moment after a while where Doc did have a shortage of supplies and had to tell you that the promised cargo wouldn’t be delivered to your company until they had what they needed.

But to their surprise, mostly Doc’s, you just waved it off and gave them the same amount of shipment to them that you usually trade with them only to tell them to not worry about it, considering your company already had way too much of what they were about to ship to you.

It made Doc skeptical, usually things like this had some sort of motive behind them.

But once he saw the sincerity you had, he was definitely taken back. Hell even Hank was taken back at how generous you were being with them.

Congrats, Reader! You now have the Necromancer and The Boogie Man by your side with semi weak knees

#madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #2bdamned x reader #deimos x reader #sanford x reader

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keerysteacake · 1 year

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Comfort Care On Your Monthly

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄/𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐲𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝.

𝐖𝐂: 𝟏𝐤

𝐀𝐍: 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝! :)

(𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟, 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞)

Steve eyed the small piece of paper in his hand, studying the few words that were on the page.

His eyes drifted upward to the shelf in front of him then back down to the paper then up once more. An array of feminine hygiene products were displayed, the options were all too confusing.

You had written down the brand you liked the most on the piece of paper when Steve insisted that he went to the store for you so you didn't have to leave your bed. He was confident he'd be able to handle picking out what you needed.

Now, standing in the feminine hygiene aisle of the local store, his confidence was fading fast. The idea of buying such products never wavered his masculinity. Some guys would refuse to buy these products for their significant others, but Steve was all too proud to make the trip for you.

Taking a deep breath followed by a long, drawn out sigh, Steve shoved the piece of paper into his front jean pocket and grabbed multiple boxes of pads. He knew what brand to buy, but the poor boy had no idea there would be different options to choose from. Wings, no wings, maxi, what was he suppose to choose? Worried he'd get the wrong thing, Steve opted on buying all the choices that brand had to offer.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Your eyes were glued to the television but you weren't really taking in what was on the screen. The cramping, fatigue, and bloating that goes hand in hand with your monthly was kicking your ass this time around. The lack of motivation to get out of bed or even move was evident by your lack of focus on the tv screen.

The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed through the house. You shifted backwards till your back hit the array of pillows that were placed against your beds headboard.

"I've returned!" Steve announced as he entered your bedroom, brown paper bag in hand and a proud grin plastered on his face. "I found the brand you had written down."

"Oh good." you said softly, sitting up slightly and flashing him a small, tired smile.

Your period had started the night before, conveniently waking you up at 2am with some of the worst cramps imaginable. From that moment on, it was a battle to fall asleep for the rest of the night. Evident by the dark circles under your eyes, you didn't win that battle.

"I didn't expect there to be an endless amount of options to choose from so I grabbed all of them." Steve explained as he poured out the boxes onto the bed for you to view.

There was now enough pads to last you at least three months. You forgot to mention which type you usually got and the inexperience in Steve picking for you made you giggle.

Steve watched you laugh and his heart began to race. "Did I get the right thing?" he asked cautiously.

"You got the right thing and then some babe," you chuckled, a bigger, brighter smile forming on your lips. It made your heart flutter to know he went above and beyond to make sure you had what you needed. "Thank you for getting all this."

The worry quickly vanished from Steve's face as he sighed in relief, absentmindedly running his right hand through his gorgeous hair as if he was brushing away the stressful moment.

"Whatever my girl needs, I'll get it." Steve placed the boxes back into the brown bag and set it on the ground before climbing into your bed.

He carefully maneuvered around you as if you were breakable. Steve was well aware you were in some manner of discomfort and he made it a priority not to somehow make it worse. Moving a couple pillows, Steve replaced them with his own body, sitting directly behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, gently pulling you back till your spine was flush with his chest.

The position brought immediate heat to your cheeks as you fought off the urge to smile like a complete dork. Resting against your boyfriend's chest made for a much better pillow.

You jolted slightly when Steve slowly pushed his hands under the waistband of your sweatpants. His hands glided carefully against your skin, coming to a halt at your waistline just before it dipped down into your private area, using his hands as personal heating pads to sooth any cramps you might have.

Steve's hands were always warm and he'd often cup your cheeks with his hands on cold days to warm your face. This, of course, was always accompanied with kisses. The effort of trying to provide the same warmth in a different way was a welcoming one. Though he was no heating pad, the gesture made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

"Don't you have work in an hour?" you asked, tilting your head to the side slightly so you could see your boyfriend's nearly flawless face.

"I called off, Robin is covering for me. I'll have to pay her back for it but it's worth it to be here with you." Steve answered, looking down at you and smiling.

"Steve..."

"I know, I know, I should work but you had a bad night last night and I just wanna stay here with you. It's fine, I promise." Steve gently rubbed your waistline with his hands as he spoke, concluding the sentence with a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

You knew it was frowned upon when he would call off work on the day of his shift, but you were moved by the effort he was making.

Now fully enveloped in Steve's embrace, you sunk down against his chest and midsection even further. At this point it was as if you two had molded into one single person and it felt perfect. The low volume of the tv and the gentle rhythmic rise and fall of Steve's chest helped subdue all period discomforts and lulled you right into a peaceful slumber.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington gif

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hermannsthumb · 5 months

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omg could we see #62 from the winter prompts list?

62. you’re my college roommate’s sibling/best friend and you’ve come to visit for a week since you’re done school but unlike some people, I have three more finals to study for so kindly fuck off

from winter writing prompts here

stuck on some of my other wips so i'm digging back through my old unfilled winter prompts!! from. well. 2018. can you believe i've been writing fic this long. insane.

enjoy some dumb (sort of?) college boys newmann! I decided to cheat with the prompt a little (a lot) so I could work it to be conceivably not an AU but instead set pre-canon, though I realize it techhhhnically screws around with the newt/herm penpal backstory just a tiny little bit....

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To be honest Newt’s probably paying more for year-round university housing then he would be in rent at an actual apartment at this point, but details like that get a little screwy when you start college significantly before your eighteenth birthday and grow up on campus. His dorm holds more sentimental value than his childhood home at this point. I mean, it technically is his childhood home. Newt did try the spring of his twenty-first birthday to finally move out, but he spent exactly two minutes poking through a Cambridge housing group on Facebook before it made him want to die and he gave up. At least this way he doesn't have to buy new furniture.

He has enough good will left with administration despite all the shit he's pulled to leverage certain things like that in his favor, and he struck a deal to keep his dorm in exchange for letting campus housing utilize it as an actual dorm from time to time. (Which is to say, Newt is kind of broke and needs to save money from his stipend every now and then for, you know, groceries, so he can grit his teeth and deal with a roommate when the time comes.)

His roommate at the moment is a German exchange student (maybe one or two years younger than Newt) who’s currently enrolled in a year-long study abroad program to mess around with electrical engineering—interesting enough guy with just enough neuroses and weird family issues to make Newt feel like the most well-adjusted twentysomething in the world. It's a great ego boost.

Anyway, it’s convenient. There are like three Dunks of varying quality to choose from at any given moment, and Newt only has to walk ten minutes max to any lecture hall to give class. This is especially nice on stupidly cold and snowy days like today where even a ten minute walk feels like too much.

The door to Newt’s dorm is slightly ajar when he finally gets home. In normal circumstances this would make Newt pause and think for a few seconds before stomping inside—rules of horror movies or whatever—because if his roommate is anything, it’s particular with things like that. Shoes off at the door, dishes left in the sink on a firm one-day-max limit, doors very much locked when they leave to protect all their super important possessions from being stolen, like the refurbished Playstation 2 Newt got off eBay or the Brita filter Newt also got off eBay. Very luxurious stuff.

But Newt’s cold and hungry, so he stomps inside anyway. He does kick his boots off, though—just because some people decided to stop following the dorm rules doesn’t mean Newt will—and makes sure to click the door shut behind him carefully. “Hey, dude, you home?” he calls down the hallway. Nothing. His roommate, Bastien, is usually in class at this time of the day, but finals have turned their schedules upside down, so who knows. He wiggles out of his winter coat and hangs it next to an unfamiliar green parka on the wall hooks (maybe Bastien went on a shopping spree?) and tries a second time. “Uh, you know you left the door open?”

Newt's glasses are splattered with melted snow, and he dries them on the hem of his sweater as he fumbles with the door to their room—and is more than a little surprised when he sees the blurry shape of Bastien sitting primly on the edge of his bed, smoothing out his clothing like he’s just woken up from a nap. His bed as in Newt’s bed. Newt startles backwards. “Oh,” he says. “Um. Hey?” Has he fucked up? Are they having a roommate talk about something? …Preceded by Bastien inexplicably taking a nap in his bed?

He pushes his glasses back on. The dark-haired blur on his bed comes into focus, and though the sharp angles, bad haircut, and vaguely sickly pale flush are reminiscent of Newt’s roommate, everything else about him is different, from the brown eyes to the wide frown. It’s a Gottlieb, no question, but which one Newt’s not sure. He knows there are at least three more of them, a concept which has always struck fear into Newt’s heart each time Bastien alludes to having siblings. “Hello,” the guy on Newt’s bed says. He nods. Very proper. “You’re Newton.”

“…Yeah?” Newt says.

The mysterious Gottlieb is kind of hot, which is the worst part. The whole stern professor look he’s rocking—big glasses, knit sweatervest, slightly too-big loafers—is doing him plenty of favors. Normal circumstances, Newt thinks again, coming home to a hot nerd lounging in your bed? It might almost make him believe in a higher power. It’s taking a significant amount of effort to not start flirting. Then again, he is in Newt's bed, and has been clearly been sleeping in Newt's bed, which feels like a flirtation in and of itself.

“Hermann Gottlieb,” the professor-dude says. He gets to his feet with the aid of a cane, which he’d hooked on one of Newt’s bedposts and offers a hand out to Newt like they’re both eighty years old. Mildly bewildered, Newt takes it. He's treated to a firm handshake. “I assume my brother told you to expect me? I let myself in. I hope that’s not too rude of me, but it was rather cold out.”

“Uh,” Newt says again. He’s a lot more…British than Newt expected. Very posh BBC-miniseries about posh English people with large country estates. Especially compared to Bastien, whose first language is clearly German and is very much not British—it’s just not exactly what Newt was expecting. “I mean—he didn’t totally tell me you were coming. Or, at all.” Hermann drops his hand. “I guess he could’ve mentioned it and I just forgot.” This is probably what happened. Newt’s been a little busy lately.

He decides to address the elephant in the room next, the bed thing, and determine if it was a deliberate choice or not. Maybe Bastien has made Newt out to be so irresistible in whatever he’s reported back to the Gottlieb family that Hermann decided to try his luck. This is definitely not the case, but Newt can pretend. “You’re on my bed,” he continues, and points across the room. “Bastien’s is that one.”

“Oh,” Hermann says. He looks mortified in a properly stiff-lipped way and almost trips over himself to cross the tiny dorm room, and for a split second Newt sees a different Hermann behind the dress shoes and exaggerated formalities: an awkward twentysomething probably barely older than Newt playing dress-up to be taken seriously. The belt he’s cinched to the last notch around the oversized waist of his tweed pants is stiff and cracked in places. Bastien mentioned once that one of his brothers is a math whiz who’s followed an accelerated academic path not entirely unlike Newt’s, and Newt suddenly has a strong hunch he’s looking right at him. “I’m—I’m very sorry. I didn’t realize. My flight only just got in, and the time zones—I was a bit tired.”

“No worries, man,” Newt says. He tosses his tote bag onto the Hermann-sized indentation in his bedspread and kicks his docs off one at a time, while across the room Hermann twists the handle of his cane between his hands. “You want some coffee or something? Bastien is usually out until late on Thursdays, so it might just be us for a while, sorry.” He pulls the sweatshirt he’d slung on his desk chair that morning down over his head and straightens out his glasses.

The offer for coffee is a somewhat-pitying lifeline Newt is decent enough to throw out, which he has a feeling both of them understand. Hermann seizes it desperately. “Coffee would be nice,” he says.

He trails after Newt into the kitchen. Apartment-style or not, it’s still a campus dorm, and the kitchen space is cozy at best and cramped at worst. Hermann plasters himself against a row of cabinets in a heroic effort to stay out of Newt’s way as Newt dumps some coffee grounds and water into his cheap pot and digs two mugs out of the cupboard. They avoid making eye contact at all costs while it percolates. “We have, like,” Newt gestures vaguely at the doorway, “a couch? If you wanted to sit? And not stand here?”

“I don’t mind,” Hermann says.

Newt kind of minds, but whatever, he can deal. He pours soy milk into one mug in preparation and offers some to Hermann, who shakes his head. The coffee drips slowly into the pot. Newt thinks about the stack of ungraded finals tucked into a binder in his tote bag, the other stack waiting on his desk, and the final final he still has to proofread and send off to Copytech for, like, seventy copies by tomorrow. “So, Hermann,” Newt says, and tries to think of a polite way to ask why exactly are you in my apartment during finals week? Does the guy not also have finals in England or wherever? “Are you just visiting your bro for fun, or…?”

Hermann’s face twists with a sour expression. “For a week,” he says. “Not all that willingly. I’m in town for a conference and I won’t have my hotel room until tomorrow morning. Bastien offered to let me use his couch for the night.” He adds hesitantly, “I’m due to give a presentation on Tuesday.”

A lecture: almost definitely the math whiz, then, unless overachieving is a family trait. Newt will circle back to that later. He’s not exactly a math expert, but you kinda can’t really pick up that many STEM doctorates without having at least a basic (or, you know, decently advanced) understanding of, uh, everything about math, and he’s keen to hear what Hermann plans to lecture on. “I’ll try to stay out of your hair,” Hermann adds quickly. “I know you’re busy with final exams and whatnot.”

“Ugh, no kidding,” Newt says. The coffee finally finishes with a few rattling huffs, and Newt carefully pours it into their mugs and shoves the less-chipped one over to Hermann. “I still have another left to go,” he continues. “I got stuck with three whole sections this semester, it sucks. I think they just wanted to get back at me for—well, um, I caused a minor fire in the lab last year and they had to evacuate a few buildings, and I put it out right away because I'm the king of lab safety, but whatever, everyone lost their shit anyway. It’s going to take me forever to grade everything.”

Hermann frowns at him, and Newt wonders exactly how much Bastien has shared about his American roommate—or in this case how little. “Not a student,” he explains. “Dr. Geiszler, technically, but do not call me that. I managed to convince the biology department head to convince student life to let me keep living on campus after I—well, I guess I technically graduated undergrad a while ago. After I wrapped up my first PhD?”

“Ah,” Hermann says, and the edges of his sharp cheekbones going the faintest shade of pink. “I’d assumed—Bastien didn’t mention that, is all.” His eyes flick over Newt twice, scrutinizing him and lingering on his oversized hoodie, a DIY screen-print job bearing the latest logo for Newt’s band that he tried valiantly to sell at their last show. “First PhD? Exactly how old are you?”

“Twenty-two,” Newt says. “I skipped a grade. Or ten. Would not recommend it. Anyway, Hermann, you’re some sort of super-genius, right? You were doing calculus in your crib or something?”

If Newt’s right about which brother Hermann is, that means—compared to the rest of his family—Bastien has alluded to Hermann’s existence in all but name three whole times. By familial standards Newt can only assume that means they’re practically BFFs and probably send each other birthday cards every year. If possible Hermann might be even more reserved than Bastien, though, and it’s making Newt want very badly to prod him a little more just to see what happens. Get him to poke his head out of his shell or something. “That’s pretty impressive, you know,” he adds.

Hermann flushes pink for real this time, obviously pleased with the compliment, and Newt’s equally pleased to see him hold his head a little higher. They’re getting somewhere. “It’s not precisely that dramatic,” Hermann says. “But, yes, er—I started university at a rather young age. Comparatively. Before that, my father sent me abroad when I was eight for my schooling. I’d shown a knack, I suppose, for mathematics, and…”

Abroad—Newt guesses that explains the different accent. Not unlike Newt himself. He wonders if Hermann’s family ribs him for the lapses in his German the way Newt’s family does (America is rotting your brain, Newt!), though maybe somewhat less gently. “And?”

“I’ll finish my doctorate in the spring,” Hermann finishes, with a small smile.

“Dr. Gottlieb,” Newt says. “Nice. I like the sound of that.”

Hermann suddenly spills a large amount of coffee down the front of his sweater. He doesn’t seem to notice, though his ears (which stick out just a little) do go red, so Newt doesn’t say anything.

It’s unfortunate how cute Hermann is. Newt briefly debates the ethics of hitting on your roommate’s hot British brother and whether or not it breaches some sort of sacred roommate code. On the one hand, Hermann is only here for a week, so it’s not like they can get up to too much, and Bastien himself will be packing everything back up for Germany in like, six months tops when his study abroad program ends in the spring anyway. And besides, it’s not like Newt and Bastien are tight or anything like that. On the other hand—I mean, that would be weird, right? You can’t just hit on your roommate’s hot British brother, especially not when he's sleeping on your couch for the night.

Newt has over a hundred final exams to grade, and a suitcase to pack for his own trip (albeit one that’s a maybe-thirty minute ride on the commuter rail) out to his dad’s for the break. He kinda wants to hit on Hermann.

He’s going to hit on Hermann.

“Sooooo,” he begins, “you got any plans, or—?”

And it’s then that Hermann’s cell phone begins to buzz in his pocket. “Ah,” Hermann says. “One moment—apologies.” He pulls out a battered flip phone that looks like it’s been passed down from at least two other people and squints at the screen. “My brother,” he explains, “at last. He’s finishing up at the library and wants to meet for dinner.”

“Oh, right,” Newt says. “Of course. Duh.”

Hermann closes his phone slowly and hazards a small, but considering, glance at Newt, and Newt has a fleeting suspicion he’s not the only one weighing the pros and cons of risky flirting. He might just be flattering himself, though. “…Would you like to join us?” Hermann says. “I’m sure Bastien wouldn’t mind. It might be…” He works his jaw a few times. It’s incredibly cute. He’s clean-shaven in a way Newt hasn’t managed to be since he turned seventeen (the Geiszlerian curse of thick facial hair whether you want it or not), and it makes him look even more like a weird kid trying very hard to be an adult. “Fun.”

It's a bad idea. Hermann’s only here for a week, and he’ll clearly be busy with his conference and his big talk and all that, and then they’ll be back on opposite sides of the Atlantic probably forever—Newt would just be setting himself up for heartbreak. And six months of awkwardly dodging his roommate, which is possibly worse. Ugh. Being responsible sucks. “I shouldn’t,” he finally sighs. “I have to finish—”

“—your finals. Of course,” Hermann says. “Yes, of course, I’m sorry. I forgot. I’ll let you be.” He sets his mug on the counter by the sink. “Thank you for the coffee.”

“Sure, dude,” Newt says.

Hermann works his jaw again, chewing at his lower lip, and then says so quickly Newt almost misses it “If you’re around next Tuesday, perhaps you would like to see my talk?”

Newt tries very hard to be chill. “Yeah, totally,” he says. “That would be awesome. I think I can make it.”

Hermann nods solemnly. “Excellent. I’ll ask Bastien to give you the details later.”

He finally begins to dot at the coffee stain on his sweater with a handkerchief he pulls from a different pocket, and Newt squeezes past him to rinse their mugs out. (No dishes in the sink overnight.) His elbow brushes against Hermann’s as he dries them with a dishtowel. Hermann makes no effort to move away from him, and this close he smells like stale cigarette smoke. Newt can imagine him standing out in the rain in a dreary English landscape somewhere, maybe in the oversized coat he saw hanging by the door, scowling and crushing cigarette filters beneath his cane.

There’s something strangely magnetic about Hermann.

“Hey, listen,” Newt says. He dries his hands off on his pants. Hermann looks at him, abandoning his efforts to clean himself up. “You wanna swap emails or anything…? Maybe we could talk. Collaborate on, uh, something.” He has absolutely zero idea of Hermann’s subfield so he doesn’t know exactly what they’ll collaborate on just yet, but he’ll think of something. Make some notes during the Tuesday lecture. Newt has three PhDs and counting, he can come up with an excuse to talk to a cute boy, okay, he’s not twelve. He’d ask for Hermann’s number like a normal human being if he could dream of affording the international texting rate.

Hermann gives him another stiff nod and the shadow of a smile, which Newt hopes means an enthusiastic yes, Newt, I’d love to be your penpal!, so Newt fishes a pad of paper and a pencil out from the kitchen junk drawer and they take turns printing their emails out as neatly as possible. Hermann folds the slip of paper with Newt’s in half and slips it into his top pocket. “It was very good to meet you, Dr. Geiszler,” Hermann says, and he offers Newt a parting handshake.

What the hell, Newt thinks, and takes it.

It takes ten months and a split in reality at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean for Hermann to get around to emailing Newt. Newt expects they’ll have a lot to collaborate on in the near future.

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imjeralee · 1 year

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hi! ♥ i would like to request hc's or a prompt for how Nanami be would be as a co-worker - lover/husband! He's just the perfect partner! You may feel free to approach it however you like but in case you need a little more specifics...how would Nanami subtly show interest in you at work, how would he ask you out, and how would a domestic life with him look like. Ofc, if its too long, I'll be happy with whichever you choose to work with. Thank you so much! I hope you have fun!

Hi anon! Thank you so much for the request. I tried to incorporate as much as I can but I feel like this has the capacity for more, so I guess this is To be continued lol.

Please see below!

Nanami is the no-nonsense, straight-laced, strict-faced coworker at work who has a perfect attendance record and every secretary has a crush on him and deliberately make excuses to go to the pantry whenever he is there just to ‘conveniently’ stumble across him but they’ll just discover that he’ll exchange a few short words with them before returning to his desk.

He’s really formal with you too, polite and right to the point. You probably wouldn’t want to stumble in his presence with your words but just because he’s stoic doesn’t mean he is unkind

He’s the coworker who leaves late at night but turns up earlier than everyone else in the morning. His work ethic is insane. He’s the model, loyal employee of the company!

But you also feel like he’s hiding a secretly sexy side of him too (you often catch yourself daydreaming of him loosening his tie, slicking his hair back with his hand, sweeping all the things off his desk before he throws you on top of it and making out)

You can definitely depend on him to get help and get your work done on time if you're really struggling

If he was interested in you, you’d notice that he’d help you more compared to anyone else - even if you didn't need help

He’d pass by your desk often and you’ll talk. I don’t think Nanami is the kind for small talk, but when he talks, it will be something important so you’ll have these conversations which are meaningful and you’ll find out more about him and he will find out more about you *coughshortinformalmarriageinterviewcough*

He would ask you out without you even realizing/thinking about it. It could be something work related but it’ll just be the two of you - something special which you have with each other and no-one else, like heading downstairs during your break times to check out what's for sale in the company's cafeteria or the new bakery that opened across the street, or to buy coffee together. It becomes a routine and then he will ask if you’re free during the weekend to go out

He would straight up tell you what his opinion of you is, and that he thinks a marriage with you would be the most logical thing to do in order to survive in this system of capitalism and with your combined salaries you can definitely sustain a small one-bedroom flat together and comfortably live within your means despite the rising costs of living as long as you don’t go on any unplanned holidays that’s over budget

Domestic life with Nanami would be pretty neat - literally. Ratio daddy is a clean freak and does not like messes. Don’t be a slob and you’ll be fine

On weekends, you do grocery shopping together. Nanami will carry the bigger/heavier bag. Always.

I feel like he is a minimalist for some reason… your home will be simple, zen, spacious with walls of light colors such as white, ochre, ivory.

He is really caring and a darn good husbando, expect breakfast in bed and if you’re tired or your back hurts, he’ll make you coffee and/or offer to give you a massage. Nanami treats those he cares for with utmost respect

He also wouldn’t mind cooking dinner but will try to wean you off getting takeout

When you’re both finished work and come home, you’d both snuggle on the couch in front of the TV with Nanami’s arm around your shoulder as you sleep with your head on his shoulder. He’ll be considerate and keep quiet then carry you to the room

As you both rush for work in the morning, he’ll fuss and preen over you for a few moments before heading out.

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zerobaseonefics · 1 year

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winning is not always coming first ㅡ mun junghyun

mun junghyun x reader

requested : comforting mun junghyun after the elimination.

genre : fluff, just a little bit of angst.

words : 1,016.

warning : mention of food!!

it was midnight when mun junghyun was walking through the alley of the convenient store near where you lived. he looked at the products they bought, picking some of them to satisfy his hunger.

even on the outside, anyone could have felt the weight of his own thoughts on his shoulders. the elimination was yesterday, and the episode wasn't aired yet, so he had to make sure no one recognized him. the hood of his sweat shirt was on, a black cap hiding his face a bit more. his mother insisted on him wearing a mask too, but he just shrugged. wasn't it too much? people wouldn't recognize him, he wasn't popular enough, he thought.

junghyun decided he choose enough things to buy, making his way to the checkout to pay. there was no one in the shop, except for him and the cashier. at least, that's what he thought, because when he put his purchase on the table for the cashier to check them, some more products were added by hands well known to him.

he turned his face to find you on his side, taking out your credit card to pay your food and his. while the cashier was putting all of those in a bag, you turned to junghyun and smiled to him without a word. you crossed your right arm with junghyun's left arm, your other arm taking the bag full of your purchase. he sighed. right, if someone could recognize if from afar, it's surely his best friend. you.

"i didn't except you to come here that fast", he said while you gently dragged him to the corner of the store where you could eat.

"of course i'd come fast! it's been a while since i saw you."

"you didn't have to pay, you know."

"shh."

you made him sit on one of the chairs. he watch you as you took the food out of the bag. he admired that smile still on your face, while you were opening the bag of his favorite chips, before giving it to him.

"are you not gonna talk about it ?" he asked.

"about what ? oh, that's true! you're blonde now! to be honest when i saw that on tv i kinda laughed because you really looked like an idol and-"

"i'm talking about the fact i'm eliminated."

"oh, that."

you were still standing next to him while he was sat, not looking at you anymore.

"i thought you wouldn't want to talk about it. you know, i always have to shake you for you to talk about your feelings. but i figured it'd be better if i wait for you to be ready."

"i don't know. i also felt like i wanted to keep it to myself this time. but, i kinda want to talk about it."

he was facing the table, so he didn't see you sneakily going behind him. your arms made their way around his torso as you hugged him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"well, now that i'm here i can listen to whatever you want to tell me about."

he was glad you couldn't see his face in this position, otherwise, you would have see is red cheeks and discover the feelings he had for you.

"are you... disappointed in me?" he asked.

"why would i be?"

"you were so happy when i told you i was going to that show, and you were sure i was going to win. when they said i was eliminated, i was afraid you won't see my skills in a great light."

"winning is not always coming first, you know? i don't think you exactly lost."

"coming first is the literal definition of winning, y/n..."

"no, it's not. winning is gaining something, progressing, relating to any kind of victory. you were able to perform in front of your first fans twice, you made friends, you met people you admired, you've gotten better... you won, in a way."

"so you're not disappointed in me?"

"are you disappointed in yourself?"

junghyun didn't reply. you held him thigher as he felt his heart skipping a bit. yes, he surely missed his "best friend". still holding him with one arm, your free hand went to grab his.

"i'm not disappointed in you, okay? i'll never be. i'm proud of you, you did so well. i hope you'll grow into realizing you did very good and you gained the heart of many people. plus, it's probably not going to stop, right?" you're not giving up on your dreams?"

he shook his head to tell you he won't give up.

"right! you better not, okay? you have to debut and make me meet lee seunghwan" you said jokingly. suddenly, he turned to face you, making you let go of him.

"lee seunghwan??"

"lee seunghwan!" you replied cheerfully.

"you... like him? i mean, was he your first pick?"

"isn't he hot?"

junghyun opened a box of biscuits, throwing one in your mouth to make you shut up.

"i'll never let you talk to seunghwan. dumbass."

you ate the biscuit, before sitting next to him.

"why?"

"i'm supposed to be your favorite!"

"i never said he was."

"well, i'm surely more good loking than him."

"hm, not sure about that. let me take a look at your face, it's been a while."

you took out his hood, then his cap, putting it on the table. gently, your hand went to his chin, examining his face. a smirk slowly crept to your face as you saw the embarassement on his. he was silent.

"hm. it's true you're good looking."

your hand went to ruffle his hair, making him complain.

"and the blonde is making you even more handsome."

he scoffed, putting his cap and his hood back on his head.

"are you flirting with me, y/n?"

"i don't know if we can be just friends now that you're blonde..." you said half joking. he laughed, making you feel relieved that he finally felt better.

"then i'll work hard to debut so you won't look at seunghwan anymore."

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armysantiny · 1 year

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-[seokjin; soft bf headcanon

The way I was moments away from calling this a soft husband headcanon

It would have the same meaning either way and you know it

Seokjin is husband material. Period

But yes! You and Seokjin <3

The two of you met while out shopping

Seokjin had wanted to buy something for his desk, and you very conveniently had something very similar in your basket

So he musters up the courage to ask you what aisle you found it, and he kinda expected the conversation to die there, you know?

But being the angel that you are ofc, you offered to show him exactly where the aisle was

Seokjin will remember this (insert LiS music here)

A conversation on what the two of you prefer heads to games – somehow, don’t ask me – and numbers get exchanged

You’re the first to make the initial text, wishing him well and that’s the start of a great friendship between the two of you

Once you start dropping by each other’s house, y’all are spending every fortnight having a drama and movie marathon, swapping location and catering duties accordingly

...you both decide that Seokjin’s ‘tv nights’ are better lol

Have you seen that man in the kitchen? My point exactly

Although he does let you bring the snacks

How nice :D

Eventually, all of Seokjin’s playful charm starts hitting you a little more than usual

Your confession is straight up out of a book and guess what? Your feelings are returned! Huzzah!

Welcome to the wonderful world of receiving morning my love <3 texts followed by several pet names of Jin’s choosing

Dotes on you constantly. There is not a day without this man giving you forehead kisses at every possible moment

He drapes his arms over you and does that penguin-waddle thing whenever you’re around to visit

It gets worse (/jk) when you take that step to move in lol – he drops all of his weight on you and gets comfy

Those tv nights? Yeah – that’s date night now

Seokjin is so ridiculously fond of hearing your excitement when you both get down to planning a night out together

Absolutely loves dressing to the nines and acting like you’re both royalty

Does he want to record your laugh he jokes with you in the car? Yes. Yes he does

Takes candid pictures of you with you’re waiting for your meal and makes them his screensavers

His home background is the both of you, of course~

As much as he loves his regular, planned dates with you, Seokjin is a sucker for unplanned ones where you wander the high street together

You find some of your favourite couple pieces on those days out

When he gets to meet your friends, they take to him immediately—

He takes care of everyone and you love him for it

Another one for the if you don’t keep him, we’ll take him#

Seokjin is regularly invited to group outings – he’s basically part of the group now

Adored by your family. Absolutely loved, I tell you <3

He’s the perfect son-in-law and already has all the aunties fawning over him

Fishing? Yep, that’s every uncle and dad ever convinced that he is The One

Enjoy the ensuing when are you going to get married? brand of questions now~

Seokjin’s not shy of the odd display of PDA, but he’s not here making out with you in broad daylight

That’s saved for the comfort of your own home lol

Dotes out forehead and hand kisses when you’re walking together

Holds your hand and even swings it when he wants to see that pretty smile of yours

You forgot your coat and it’s getting cold?

“Here, wear mine love.”

Even – and especially – when you’re drowning in it

Immediately starts cooing over how cute you look in his coat

Plays with your coat paws as you’re holding hands and he’s a blushing mess

He’s whipped for you, what else? :D

Very much hides the fact that he’s fantasized about marrying you and being able to call himself your husband

Please marry this man—

He’s on his knees for you (sometimes literally)

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ariainstars · 1 year

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The Genius of Georgette Heyer

Georgette Heyer, an Englishwoman who lived from 1902 to 1974, is one of my favourite novelists, and I often reread her books or at least some parts of her books just to retire into an agreeable world. She wrote historical novels and thrillers, but I must admit I don’t like these very much. To me, Heyer’s genius was giving a breath of fresh air to the overworn genre of romance novels set in the English Regency era. (Although some of these Heyer novels like These Old Shades or The Convenient Marriage are set during High Rococo.)

In my opinion Heyer is highly underrated, standing in the shade of the more known Jane Austen or the Brontë sisters, books women most relate to when they want to read historical romance novels; Barbara Cartland is also more known, an author whose works are too saccharine for my taste.

Austen’s or the Brontë sister’s novels are not actually romances although they are often described as such; they are accurate portrayals of the society the authors lived in, romantic attachments playing a major role of course, but the focus is on the importance of family and society framing them and influencing them, for good or for bad.

I always found myself drawn to Heyer’s stories, long before I fell in love for the first time myself; the average romance novels get on my nerves. Now, and after having experienced love more than once, I can say that I wholly share Heyer’s approach that no matter how much in love you are has no influence on whether you and the object of your interest fit together.

The common trope in romances is “love conquers all”, which I personally dislike because it strips the protagonists of having their own mind and their own agenda. “Love” makes the choice for them; they don’t consciously choose to be with this person or other. Alternatively, the protagonists are “meant for each other” but “star-crossed”, i.e. circumstances or their own folly (or both) prevent them from being together, in which case the novel is framed as a tragedy and we are expected to cry buckets over it.

This is fortunately not the case in Heyer’s romance novels. Like Cartland, she writes of an England that was long gone before she was born, of course in a romanticized way. A lot of her stories mirror how the do’s and don’ts of those times, in particular in the upper class, influenced their lives and made it very difficult to navigate society.

Georgette Heyer’s genius is her capacity to imbue old tropes with new elements, and most importantly, to detach herself from the adage “love is all you need”. Without being sarcastic, she is at her best (in my opinion) when she weaves stories about people who realize that being in “love” is not that important at all. Her romances do end well, yet not due to the influence of a higher power but because the couples involved had the chance to realize who is the right partner for them to spend the rest of their lives with. Her heroines are usually headstrong, independent and reasonable; they may act on a whim or following their heart, but it is when they listen to reason - or are pushed to do so - that they finally get their happy ending.

Warning: spoilers ahead.

The Cinderella Trope

Arabella, and also Friday’s Child and The Convenient Marriage deal with the subject of a poor, or at least modest-living, female from a good family being launched into London’s high society by a strike of good fortune. In the latter two novels, this includes for them the chance to buy a heap of beautiful new clothes, strongly reminding of the Cinderella trope.

But Heyer would not be who she is if the novels would not be original in their own way: Arabella, far from being a modest, kind girl, pretends to be a rich heiress in order to “show his place” to a man who believed she wanted to ensnare him due to his wealth; Hero from Friday’s Child and Horatia from The Convenient Marriage both do not end but begin the story through marriage, and the plot unfolds as they slowly realize (and their respective spouses, too) that they have married the right person after all.

Finding Love in an Unexpected Place

In The Convenient Marriage, the Earl of Rule is ready to marry a certain girl to make a match, arranged years earlier, with a poor but very aristocratic family; it is on meeting her younger sister that he realizes “he does want to ally himself with the family”, to put it in his words.

In The Quiet Gentleman, as he has to deal with conspiracies and attempted murder, the protagonist Gervase Frant learns to put his trust in a female he first found dull, and who is not aristocratic the way he is.

In Sylvester or The Wicked Uncle, the Duke of Salford is at first disappointed by Phoebe, the girl his mother and her friend had chosen for him, and she doesn’t like him any better; they have to live through a number of adventures, together with friends and family, until they realize that they fit together perfectly.

In Sprig Muslin, Sir Gareth Ludlow overcomes his grief over his lost fiancé due to being responsible for Amanda, a girl of similar temper, and getting the chance to compare her to Lady Hester, a shy, unremarkable woman whom he liked but did not appreciate enough before. A beloved theme of Heyer’s romances is brought up here, too: having the same sense of humour shows to be indicative for two people fitting together.

In Charity Girl, notorious bachelor Viscount Desford gets involved both with a very beautiful girl named Lucasta and another, quite helpless damsel named Cherry, but none of them turn out to be right; instead, he finally realizes that Henrietta, an old friend of his, whom he had not wanted to marry years earlier, is the right mate for him after all.

In Faro’s Daughter, Mr Ravenscar gets interested in Deborah, a girl who works in a gaming house, which makes her free game to all men who visit it although she is a decent girl and only wants to earn a living for herself and the aunt who owns to place. A parallel is made through the protagonist’s niece Arabella, forever being in love with one guy or another but then refraining at the last moment. Finally, her uncle gives her a sound advice: that only if she will meet a man whom she will be ready to introduce to her family, she will know that he is the right man.

In False Colours, twin brothers Kit and Evelyn literally switch their places, one of them finding the right girl in the process by getting to know his brother’s prospected bride.

In The Foundling, the Duke of Sale is all but pushed to make an offer for Harriet, a girl he likes but is not in love with; but as he lives through some adventures and meets Belinda, who is very beautiful but also superficial, he learns to appreciate his future bride better and to realize that he would not want to be married to anyone else.

The Wrong Match

In An Infamous Army, Lady Worth wants to match up Colonel Charles Audley with Lucy, but then has to find out that the sweet, innocent-looking damsel is already secretly married, and that the temperamental Lady Barbara whom she had not liked for him is exactly what he needs since she has courage and straightforwardness.

Not Falling in Love at All

In A Civil Contract, Viscount Lynton, heir of an impoverished family, marries the shy and average-looking Jenny, the daughter of a rich, vulgar merchant to keep his family out of debt; she loves him but is aware of the fact that he does not requite her feelings, since he secretly loves Julia, a beautiful woman who does not have much money of her own. It is only as the plot thickens, the woman he loves marries another man and his wife gives him a son that he realizes “his Jenny” is the best wife he could have found.

Falling Out of Love

In Friday’s Child, Lord Sheringham believes to be in love with Isabella, an acclaimed beauty, until he has lived for a while with Hero, the young woman he had married on a whim. “Bella with her airs and graces, her moods and her sharp tongue! No, thank you!”

Isabella on the other hand was about to contrive a brilliant match, but good sense makes her refuse it after all. “When I thought how my life would be, that I would have to spend the rest of my life with him… oh, I could not!”

In The Grand Sophy, Cecilia is besotted with Augustus, a very romantic but unreliable young man. After a trying period spent nursing her small sister, who was critically ill, she finally realizes that the less romantic but more worthy Lord Charlbury who had offered for her in the first place is a much better partner for her.

In Cotillon, Kitty enters a fake engagement to teach a lesson to Jack, the man she is in love with; but when she comes to London for a while and learns more about him and the world, she slowly realizes that she was in love with a figment of her imagination, and that Freddy, the man she is engaged to, is a much better person.

“He seemed like all the heroes in the book, but I soon found that he is not like them at all.” “No. I’m afraid I ain’t either.” “Of course not! No one is.”

Heyer’s chief oeuvre in this respect is in my opinion Bath Tangle, where Serena and Lord Rotherham, both hot-tempered protagonists get engaged to someone much gentler than them, only for them to realize that they would not be happy with them. The heroine’s fiancé Hector gives her up amicably, having also found a much better life partner.

“You are a grander creature than I even imagined.” “And you are the kindest and best of men, but not my love!”

The “Pride and Prejudice” Trope

The themes of Jane Austen’s famous novel is upended in Faro’s Daughter, where it is the man who has a strong prejudice against the girl, whom he inevitably believes to be a scheming, money-grabbing minx because she earns her living in a gaming house. The girl on the other hand has strong personal pride and would never accept money from anyone, or accept marrying or becoming the mistress of a man for whom she doesn’t care. Far from declaring his devotion to her, the man insults the woman repeatedly, before he finally realizes his mistake and also that she is the right mate for him.

The Beauty and the Beast Trope

In Black Sheep, the protagonists Abby and Fanny are aunt and niece, both at the same time in love with two members of the Calverleigh family who both have a bad reputation; but while Beauty (the niece) has to realize that the man she had fallen for was only after her fortune, non-Beauty (the not quite so pretty, but intelligent aunt) realizes that the uncommon Miles who gives nothing on society’s standards does care for people, and that he is the broad-minded, worldly-wise partner she exactly needs.

In Venetia, the person falling out of love is a Edward Yardley, a sidekick, who really ends up being disillusioned; but the story had made it abundantly clear that he had been a fool all along to believe that he and the protagonist would suit. Venetia, the Beauty, has to find out that she cannot tame the Beast Lord Damerel, and that she wouldn’t want to do it additionally. The Beast is not a bad man but someone who does not fit in with society; which makes him ideal for her since she does not, either.

This trope is brought to a climax in Lady of Quality, where the protagonist Annis, who never felt the slightest interest in the gentlemen she met, on getting to know the rude but protective and straightforward Oliver finally gets to fall in love, despite the fact that they argue frequently. At one time she muses that “Surely kindred spirits did not quarrel?” only to then add mentally, with a little self-irony, “How mawkish!”

If you are tired of Jane Austens’ prim heroines and the Brontë sister’s drama, I invite you: give Georgette Heyer a try. Her novels are entertaining but neither flat nor sentimental, and I always find new layers and aspects in them when I reread them after a few years. Her heroes of course live in an idealized world, but it’s just what you might need after a hard day’s work. 😊

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bleeding-star-heart · 7 months

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A non-comphrensive list of rewrite ideas for DA:2's ending

So, I've talked about DA:2's ending, and while how it just manages to make sense from an in-universe perspective, it absolutely doesn't from a writer's. And part of me suspects that the reason for that is because DA:2 was a very rushed product. One that, in my opinion, could have benefited from a little more time in the metaphorical oven. Here is a list of things I would do differently regarding the ending. This is more of a brainstorm than anything; not all of these ideas are going to go together.

First and simplest: get rid of the Chantry explosion altogether. It's a waste of animation. It requires the audience to buy the absurd notion that a man who CHOOSES to provide free medical care to the homeless-and it was expressly HIS idea to do so-would just shrug off the deaths of multiple civilians.

A better idea would be to focus Act 3 on Meredith Stannard. As a tyrannical military leader with extreme views and NO respect for civil authority, she is the PERFECT antagonist.

Perhaps Meredith feels that Elthina is an obstacle to her gaining power. Maybe she believes that Elthina's "moderate" views equate to being under the control of blood mages. Maybe she's decided that would be a very convenient narrative to spin.

Either way, it is time for Elthina to go. So, step one, she kidnaps Anders. As an apostate, he can serve both as hit man AND fall guy.

Except in this scenario, Anders does not actually want to assassinate Elthina. Mainly because he believes that doing so will only make mages look bad. (We are ignoring what Justice feels).

Now, owing to player agency, what goes down can vary. The player should have the choice of whether or not to rescue Anders, and, if they choose to rescue him, dialogue options should given them a number of choices on HOW, exactly, they wish to intervene.

But the gist of the situation is: thanks to Anders's refusal, Meredith ends up killing the Grand Cleric herself.

This ends up creating commentary on how reactionaries, ironically, end up attacking the very systems that privilege them, if they believe it helps them maintain that privilege.

But if we MUST keep the Chantry explosion for some reason, then under no circumstances should Anders be responsible.

We could tie it to the previous idea and, thanks to a certain combination of player choices, have Meredith be responsible.

Or the Chantry explosion is simply an accident. Maybe it is the result of an attempt to STOP Meredith; a tragic consequence of the fighting.

But again, I am not a fan of the explosion. So, going back to an ending WITHOUT the explosion, perhaps we switch tactics and make ELTHINA the Act 3 antagonist.

Not very orthodox, no. But there is a growing, very popular alternative interpretation of Elthina as a calculating, manipulative politician.

One that could serve to make her an excellent twist villain. Perhaps Elthina grows tired of Meredith's antics. Maybe Meredith is too much of an embarrassment, makes Elthina look weak to the other Chantry leaders.

So Elthina decides it's time to kill Meredith. After which Meredith is replaced with a more compliant knight-commander, one who will not stir the pot so much. Thus, restoring the status quo.

But the problem is, Mother Petrice, like a cockroach, has managed to survive the incident with the Qunari. And she can't leave well enough alone.

So SHE decides to kidnap Anders, and frame him for Meredith's murder. Only problem is, Mother Petrice's frame-up is so laughable it ends up exonerating Anders to anyone with two brain cells.

Thus, the players are forced to choose between three factions: Mother Petrice's faction of fanatical templars (who obviously lack the necessary brain cells), Orsino and Elthina's "moderate" faction, or a third faction, one belonging to Anders and the mage rights' activists.

These are just my ideas. Feel free to chime in with your own. So long as they don't involve Anders blowing up the chantry.

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tigermark · 10 months

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extra sweet •ू♡ lee taeyong

- pairing : taeyong x gn!reader

- synopsis : before spending the night with taeyong, you head to the convenient store to by snacks!!

- genre : fluff, like 2 seconds of angst

- contains : established relationship, food, cuddling, watching a scary movie

- a/n : shalala is SO GOODDDDD oh my gosh taeyong is absolutely adorable i love this guy!!! anyway, i hope you enjoy and make sure to stream shalala 😛

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you basically spent the whole day with taeyong, and it was time for you to head home. however, it was very clear that he wanted you to stay. every time you got ready to leave he'd interrupt you with a 'wait but...' and some excuse so you'd have to stay a few extra minutes.

halfway to the door, you were stopped by taeyong who had grabbed your forearm.

"one more kiss?" he says, lips pouty.

you nod, and he pulls you close, connecting your lips. one hand finds its way to your waist, the other combing through your hair. he pulls away, pecking you one last time before he allows you to escape his grasp.

you continue towards the door, looking over your shoulder before opening the door. taeyong's lips have a very pronounced pout, all red and puffy from the endless kisses over the last few hours.

that's when you break.

you run towards him, dropping your belongings somewhere along the way. your arms wrap around him in a bear hug, swaying him side to side.

"i'll spend the night, i know you want me to," you whisper into the back of his neck.

a huge smile creeps onto his face, and all he wants to do is just cheer like he won a nobel prize.

"can we watch that new horror movie on netflix? i heard its really good," he asks excitedly, playing with the hairs on the back of your neck.

you pull away from the hug to look him in the eyes. "taeyong, when have you ever sat through a horror movie without screaming your head off?"

he breaks the eye contact, staring at the floor. "like never.. but, i'll man up, i can power through!" he says determined.

you give him a look that says 'i don't believe that for a second, but alright' and nod slowly.

"well, if we're gonna watch a movie we need snacks. do you have any?"

he turns towards the kitchen. "we can go check, i don't think i do though."

you both walk to the kitchen to his snack cabinet, and open it to see a few protein bars, trail mix, and sugar free jello.

"gross, let's just go buy some stuff yeah?" you suggest, looking towards his direction.

he nods, closing the cabinet as you get ready to leave.

"ready?" you ask as he finishes tying his shoelace.

"yup, let's go!!" he says enthusiastically.

the whole walk to the store you held hands. holding hands with taeyong was something else entirely. he made you feel comforted, and 10x closer than you were. his thumb caresses, giggles when you swung your hands, and unnecessarily hard squeezes were more than lovely.

"you think they'll finally have those chips we tried that one time? i guess they're so good that they're always sold out..." he asks, not expecting an actual answer.

"hmm, maybe. i went here a few nights ago and they did, but you know how fast things fly off the shelves," you respond, attempting to be as useful as possible.

upon arriving to the store, taeyong pretty much dragged you to the chip isle. "yn, yn look!! they do have them!!" he says, overjoyed.

"ohmygod we need to buy them!!" you respond, sharing his excitement.

he nods eagerly, shoving two bags into the basket he grabbed on the way in. he wanders down the aisles, you following closely behind.

"what candy do you want?" he asks, looking at you.

"hmm.. how about some chocolate? i'll let you choose which one," you respond.

he smiles at you, reviewing the selection of chocolate they have. he grabs his favorite, the one you knew he would grab, and puts it in the basket along with the chips.

"i have some soda at my apartment, so unless you want anything else we can check out," he says, turning to face you. he sees you eyeing a bag of gummies on the shelf. you grab them, and they get placed in the basket with the other array of snacks.

you make your way to the cash register, and place your basket on the counter.

after making some small talk with the cashier and watching them scan everything, taeyong pays and you're on your way.

"are there any movies you had in mind? you know, in case we do chicken out," you ask, aware of the possibilities.

"not really, but we can always look," he answers, looking down at your hand in his. "i usually just watch some funny youtube videos to calm me down."

you nod at his suggestion, trying not to laugh at the image in your head of taeyong cuddled up on his couch watching something funny after screaming to a jumpscare. you accidentally let out a little giggle, causing taeyong to look in your direction.

"what's so funny?" he asks innocently.

"nothing," you say between laughs.

"no, c'mon tell me!" he pushes.

"it's just the idea of you watching some stupid cat video compilation after a scary movie is so funny to me," you say before bursting out into laughter.

he whines, squeezing your hand tighter. "stop making fun of me! it actually helps, just wait and see!"

you nod through your laughs, and the rest of your walk home is filled with your occasional giggles and taeyong defending himself.

upon arriving back at taeyong's house, you place your bags next to the couch and get some drinks before settling onto the couch.

he turns on the tv and opens netflix, searching for the movie. he pauses to read the movie description, and you hear him let out a shaky breath before pressing play.

the start of the movie pulls you in, and you're more interested than you thought you'd be. taeyong, however, is on edge the whole time. even when there is just a quick camera change you can feel him jump and scoot closer to you.

the actual horror part of the movie starts with a simple jumpscare, and taeyong pretty much screeches. he jumps into your arms, burying his head in your neck. you wrap your arms around him to comfort him, trying your absolute best to not laugh at him.

"is it over..?" he asks, voice shaky.

"well i paused it so unless you wanna finish it yeah," you respond, nodding in the direction of the tv.

"i feel bad ruining this," he rests his head on your shoulder, face turned towards your neck. "i don't wanna move though."

he kisses the skin on your neck closest to his lips, keeping his lips puckered against you. when you trace small shapes on his upper back, you feel him smile. he pulls away from your neck, meeting your eyes.

"can we just watch those kitten videos now..?" he murmurs.

"of course we can," you smile, grabbing the remote to open youtube.

taeyong turns around on your lap, sitting himself in between your legs. you type 'funny cat videos' into the youtube search, clicking on the first result.

you wrap your arms around taeyong's waist, your head resting on his shoulder. you both giggle at the video every now and then, slowly getting tired.

after about an hour of watching stupid youtube videos, you and taeyong are both on the verge of falling asleep.

"c'mon, let's go to sleep.." he says, tiredness lacing his voice.

you nod sleepily, and you let taeyong guide you to his bedroom. his smell travles through the air, making his room seem even more comfortable than it already was.

you both head into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare together. you put on some of taeyong's clothes to sleep in that he gave to you, and collapse into bed.

taeyong follows you shortly after, tangling your bodies together in a lazy cuddle. his head finds its way to your chest, and you go to play with his hair immediately while taeyong slowly caresses your skin.

it doesn't take very long for the both of you to fall asleep, finding comfort in each other's warmth.

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