#lc: treat you better

[sanakiras]

TREAT YOU BETTER

PAIRING — lee chan x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 3.7k

SYNOPSIS — your boyfriend of five months has been treating you like hell, and one of your closest friends, lee chan, refuses to let it go on any longer, taking matters into his own hands.

TAGS — college au, best friends to lovers, cheating, explicit sexual content, mutual pining, mentions of reader struggling with low self-esteem, cheesy stuff, yes i did come up with this after accidentally listening to treat you better by shawn mendes, this didn’t turn out as good i hoped it would but oh well!

NOTE — first fic here. he looks so good in the wait m/v so i wanted to write something for him :D my beloved

the slam of the door behind you rings through your ears. you try to wipe your cheeks dry, hoping you don’t look like the tearful mess you are.

your voice feels raw from yelling for the past hour or so. it’s been going like this for the past two months at least twice a week, and you’re exhausted because of it.

as the rain pours, you notice the familiar car driving towards you, bright lights feeling heavy on your eyes. you open the door without hesitation to let yourself sink into the passenger’s seat, taking a few deep breaths, all without looking at the driver.

but the quiet sobs escaping you are enough to give it away.

chan has his one arm leaning on top of the steering wheel, the other gently touching your shoulder to make you look at him, but you refuse.

“i’m fine,” you stutter out, sniffing from the cold, “really.”

of course you’re not fine. both of you are more than aware of the toxicity of the situation. you getting into arguments with your boyfriend several times a week, resulting in you calling chan and staying over at his apartment for a night, only to hear you make it up to the guy the next day when you weren’t even in the wrong to begin with.

“we have a different definition of that, then.”

“it was just an argument. we’ll work it out in a couple hours.”

“it’s not normal.” he says, trying to get it through your thick skull without raising his voice. “it’s not normal, baby.”

you sniff, trying to somehow get rid of the pain beating against your forehead. “he can be so mean, and then… then he’s so sweet again.”

chan wants to rip his hair out of his head. five fucking months of this have passed at this point, and he doesn’t know how much more of it he can take. he’s not sure how to handle the situation the right way, either.

he’s been in love with you for years. years. since sophomore year in high school. it was never his intention to fall in love with you, nor did he think he would, but he did, and god did he fall hard. embarrassingly hard.

nevertheless, he was always too afraid to make a move. too afraid that you’d reject him and he’d be out of your life forever like he was never there in the first place.

but he’s grown up now. third year of university, twenty-two years old, longer hair, a leather jacket and a solid bunch of experiences. some great, some he’d rather forget.

and so five months ago, he’d finally mustered the courage. he was finally going to own up to his feelings and tell you the truth.

only for you to excitedly come up to him, telling him you’re seeing this guy. and it made his heart sink in his chest, but he pushed his feelings to the side for your happiness.

or so he tried.

your boyfriend treats you like shit. he was sweet in the beginning — they always are.

then the cracks in the façade started to show.

it’s not that you don’t see it. you do — but it’s difficult to leave when someone knows just how to keep you where they want you. every time you tell yourself you’re gonna break up with him, he sweet-talks you and says things can be fixed, and that going through a rough patch is normal.

but chan knows better.

he just needs you to know better as well.

it breaks his heart to see his favorite person let herself get hurt like this. he becomes a little more torn with every sob leaving your body, every tear spilling from your eyes.

he gently puts the buds of his fingertips on your chin and jaw, slowly turning your face to him so he can look you in the eye.

the tears are still quietly running down your cheeks, your face numb, now devoid of any emotion, ashamed to have him see you in this state.

“you’re killing yourself like this.” he whispers, voice laced with concern. “he’ll never make you happy.”

you sniff from your breakdown. “maybe it’s me. maybe i just need to stop giving him such a hard time—”

“don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”

“please, chan, just… just go and get me somewhere else. all i need is some breathing space — please.” you beg him.

he wants to scream, wants to tell you to break up with him for good, wants to walk into that damn house and do it himself — but he can’t.

instead, he obliges, driving you to his place.

his cozy one-person apartment feels like the best place in the world to you — the one place where you can get away from everything else.

you watch chan as he locks the door behind him, then leaning against it for a moment as he watches you sit on the armrest of the soft chair. “you okay? want some tea?”

the corners of your lips curl up at the suggestion. he knows you awfully well. “that’d be great.”

his lashes flutter before he nods, kicking his shoes off by the door.

once he’s busy in the kitchen, you bite your lip as you recall the way he softly talked to you in the car, eyes trailing past the curves of his arms and the sharpness of his jawline.

he’s dated more than you have. not much in high school, but definitely during the past three years he’s spent at college. though it doesn’t surprise you. he has such warmth to him, with the beautifully infectious sound of his laughter, that big smile and some of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen.

it wasn’t until recently you began to see him in a different light. whenever you saw him with a new girl, arm around her waist or over her shoulders, you secretly imagined yourself next to him more than once. you can’t believe you didn’t take notice of how handsome he was before.

but you’re too much of a coward to tread over that line of friendship, too much of a coward to see if maybe, just maybe, your feelings are requited.

“wanna stay here for a while?” he asks, hoping you’ll at least spend the night here before you go back to your boyfriend, as you’ve done countless times before.

“yeah. don’t feel like going back yet.” you smile, trying to somewhat make light of the situation.

“then don’t.”

you sigh at his response. “it’s not that easy.”

“why not?”

“because i don’t wanna throw something away the second things get hard.”

“there’s a difference between hard and unbearable. your case is the latter.”

feeling backed into a corner, even though he hardly means to do so, you turn the topic on him. “you’ve had some rough experiences with past girlfriends too and you stuck around.”

god. if only you knew he ended up leaving them because he never enjoyed being with them as much as he enjoyed being with you. “you’d be surprised.” he mutters under his breath, pouring two cups of tea, making yours exactly as he knows you like.

when you stay quiet, he tries to think of a way to get it through your head that you need to break up with your resident ass of a boyfriend.

“can i ask you something?”

“sure.”

“what’s it going to take for you to leave him?”

the question makes you look up before using a tone that almost sounds like you’re scolding him. “chan.”

“i’m serious. he’s treating you like shit. you call me crying every week.”

“it’s just—”

“no, it’s not ‘just a tough time’. you know it isn’t.” he interrupts, jaw clenched tight but voice controlled. he will not yell at you like that piece of trash does. “he’s a controlling, manipulative asshole. it’s not gonna get better. if anything, he’ll just treat you worse in the future.”

“yeah, well, not all of us have people lined up.”

the words have left your mouth before you can comprehend it, leaving you to lower your head in regret. not that it’s any less true. to you, anyway.

“what, and i do?”

“don’t you?”

he’s not sure what baffles him more — you thinking that he’s got girls lined up to date him or you thinking that you don’t have anyone else out there that would be willing to date you.

“what’s this really about?” he sits down on the empty coffee table, facing you directly. “what does my dating life have to do with yours?”

“nothing — it doesn’t. i never said it did.”

“then why the comment about me having people lined up? which i don’t, by the way.”

the answer sits at the tip of your tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to say it without looking away from him. “maybe not. but at least you won’t end up alone. i can’t say the same for myself.”

and there it is. the sole reason you’re still with the guy. your crippling fear of ending up alone, your heavy insecurity that makes you believe no one could possibly want you.

the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt — but he’d rather have you suffer through your first heartbreak than end up with someone who walks all over you like a doormat.

“please don’t take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but if you think that low of yourself, you’re a little stupid.”

the comment makes you snort. “well, it’s certainly fitting.”

he wipes some of your half-dried tears away, his one hand remaining to cup your cheek, an alarmingly intimate gesture.

“aside from the fact that there’s nothing wrong or shameful about ending up alone... i need you to know that you’re worth it. you’re gorgeous and intelligent and—” he halts for a moment, in a way confessing his love for you, not caring how cheesy it sounds, “—you deserve everything you want. ‘cause you’re one in a million.”

fuck, has he always looked at you that lovingly?

his words catch you off-guard for a moment before you press your lips together. “as much as i think it’s sweet of you to say those things, you’re only saying them ‘cause you’re my friend.” you interrupt him, having made up your mind.

after which chan shakes his head, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “i’m saying it because it’s true. any guy would be lucky to have you in his life.”

“i don’t think ‘lucky’ is the term my boyfriend would use.”

“yeah, ‘cause he’s a fucking dick.” he immediately comments, adding the next part with a softer tone. “if you were with me, i sure as shit wouldn’t be acting like that.”

that last sentence catches your attention, and chan realizes what he just said, suddenly very aware he’s treading on thin ice now.

but it had to come out one way or another.

though you seem to be going along with his words, not showing any signs of being uncomfortable with it. “and who’s to say you wouldn’t break my heart?”

he sees the intrigue on your face and decides to lean in closer. “if i broke your heart, i’d be breaking mine as well.”

“i’m not convinced.” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear, and chan feels his heartbeat quicken.

every rational thought going through his mind is thrown out of the window the moment he catches you staring at his lips. it’s enough for him to put his hand on your lower cheek and smash his lips against yours.

he kisses you like he always imagined he would. perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but he’s waited too long for this moment to care.

and you’re kissing him back.

you both get hot from adrenaline and arousal. his hands roam down your hips, but when you start pulling on the collar of his jacket, he finally has it in him to break the kiss.

“are you sure you want this? i don’t want you to feel pressured—”

“i’ve wanted this for so long, chan. take it off, please.”

maybe he should pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. you’re underneath him, lips swollen, gazing at him like he’s your whole world and more.

he leans down again to pick you up, ensuring you’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist so he can carry you to his bedroom.

once he lays you down on the soft bed, you watch him take off his jacket and throw his shirt over his head, leaving him with his chest bare, elastic waistband of his underwear visible.

he’s a dancer in his spare time, but you know he’s been hitting the gym recently as well, and it’s paying off, noticing his bigger biceps and toned abs.

then he chuckles from the way you’re observing him, and that smile — that beautifully big smile is what you fell in love with.

one of many things, really.

you remove your basic long-sleeved shirt, exposing your skin before him, enjoying the way he’s looking at the black bra you’re wearing underneath.

you’re seated at the edge of the bed, at eye-level with his chest, which you kiss softly.

he follows your actions like a hawk, unable to keep his eyes off you. he proceeds to move your hair behind your shoulder, his right hand finding your jaw when he kisses you again, lips trailing down to your neck and collarbone.

his touches are slow and sensual. at the end of the day, it’s your first time together, and you both notice the pressure and tension that comes with it.

you’re both aching to touch each other more already, but it feels so much better like this.

he gently pushes you to lay on your back, hovering over you to kiss down your chest and stomach, smoothly pulling down your skirt before his fingers hook onto the fabric of your lace underwear.

“what’d you want me to do, pretty girl?” he asks while getting rid of your panties, looking you in the eye as he does it.

the nickname makes you shiver. “you can do anything you wanna do.”

“wanna eat you out. bet i’m better at it than that motherfucker.”

“not hard to beat when he never does it at all.” you mumble to yourself, but he hears it.

“are you kidding? has he ever even made you cum?”

you just give him a deadpan stare that has a hint of embarrassment to it, which is enough for him to know the answer.

just being aware of how bad that fucker treats you makes him want to prove to you that he can make you feel so, so much better. and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do.

he wastes no time, spreading your legs so his tongue can get to work. you shiver at the feeling of his mouth on you, biting your lower lip to not squeal already from sensitivity.

“no. none of that. i wanna be able to hear every sound you make.” he says after taking your hand away from your mouth. “you can pull on my hair if you like.”

“do you like that?”

“yeah, i enjoy a bit of pain.”

that makes you giggle a bit. “you masochist.”

to which he responds with a gentle pinch to your skin. “keep it in mind for next time, baby.”

fuck — you definitely will.

your hands run through his soft black hair. you’ve locked your legs behind his head, hips bucking up a little every time he hits a spot that feels good, his warm breath and wetness of his mouth on your pussy turning you on like crazy.

chan is pretty sure he’s descending into heaven when he hears you moan his name for the first time. he doesn’t know how many times he’s fucked his fist imagining that sound.

so he adds a finger to the warm and wet mess between your legs, sliding in easily, biting his own lip as he watches your reaction to it. you’ve got your head thrown back, one hand fisting the sheets, the other still holding his locks.

then he moves to a second, and not much later he’s got three of his fingers pumping in and out of you, arching them a little to find the right spot, rubbing and sucking on your clit.

“does that feel good?” he asks, just a bit out of breath, which is nothing compared to the writhing mess that’s you. he keeps messing with the pace, edging you a little every time, making you go crazy.

“please, channie, please let me cum—”

“i will if you answer me, baby.”

you whine, nodding at him desperately. “feels s’good, so fucking good.”

“want me to go faster?”

“please. god—need you inside me so bad.”

even he can resist so much. you’re so good for him, so he increases the pace of his fingers, relishing in the way you start squirming underneath him, trying to push him away and pull him closer all the same.

then you pull on his hair almost violently, making him moan against your pussy as you hit your first climax in a long time.

and he doesn’t stop yet — only once he sees you’ve regained focus does he pull his fingers out of you, sucking on them to savor the taste right before kissing you again, your trembling body aching for him.

he only breaks the kiss to reach for the drawer in his nightstand, grabbing a condom out of it, getting off of you to push off the last pieces of clothing still on him. the realization of the fact that your best friend is about to fuck you after god knows how long finally begins to dawn on you, and it makes your heart beat that much harder.

once he’s slipped the condom on, you move your hands to his neck and shoulders, biting your lip when you feel him push your legs behind his waist.

you gasp when he bottoms out of you for the first time. his head is buried in the crook of your neck as he finds his rhythm, sucking at your sensitive skin, not giving a damn whether he leaves marks on someone that’s technically not even his.

yet.

“do you remember that time we went to senior prom together?” he asks breathily, not slowing down even a little bit. “you were wearing that pretty blue dress. god, i wanted to take you home that night more than anything.”

you remember that. it was just before you two graduated high school together — he looked so dashing in his suit. you’d even imagined kissing him underneath the basketball bleachers like some cliche rom-com.

“so why didn’t you?”

“was too much of a pussy to do it.”

you bring yourself to chuckle inbetween your moans. “that’s a shame. i would’ve let you.”

just knowing that his feelings are reciprocated turns him on. he lifts his head up a little, kissing the front of your neck, your jaw, your cheeks — everything, only halting for a moment when he fucks you just a little faster, watching the way your eyes roll back from pleasure.

your hands run over his strong back as he pushes in and out of you at a steady pace, your lip nearly bleeding from how hard you’re biting it.

he hisses and relishes in the burning feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

“chan—god, harder, please—”

“i know, baby, i know, i got you.” he breathes out, changing up the position by hooking your legs over his shoulders.

it hits the exact right spot when he fucks you again, harder and deeper this time, your hands desperately clinging onto his skin, teeth sinking into your lower lip until they're nearly drawing blood.

beads of sweat roll down his muscular back. he feels you’re getting closer to hitting that release, so he moves one hand down to rub your clit again, aching to see you fall apart underneath him.

“fuck, ’s too much, channie—” you whine, throwing your head back in the pillow for a moment.

but he shakes his head, continuing, knowing you’re close. “you can do it, pretty girl. cum for me again. i wanna feel it.”

and he discovers that begging you works wonders, because it’s enough for you to come undone, clamping on his dick, making it feel so tight that he spills his own release into the condom mere seconds after.

with a layer of sweat on your foreheads, he feels how sensitive you are when he pulls out. he throws the condom in the trashcan, turning his face back to yours and kisses your lips more softly this time.

“how do you feel?”

“a little worn out.” you sigh, proceeding to show a smile. “but better.”

“good. how do you feel about taking a bath?”

“sounds nice.”

chan can’t help himself and leans in to kiss you again. he’s already getting awfully used to this, but one issue remains. “i wanna be with you. i meant everything i said tonight.”

the sentiment warms your heart. he’s always had that effect on you. “i know. i wanna be with you, too.”

he nods, happy with your words. “you go on ahead to the bathroom. i’ll clean things up here.”

“okay.” you tell him, pressing another kiss to his cheek before leaving the bedroom, feeling utterly lovesick.

he shares your feelings — it’s like he’s reliving that exciting feeling of seeing you the first few days after he realized he was in love with you.

there’s something that pulls him out of it, though. a certain vibrating sound. what is that? he thinks to himself.

and after looking around the room, he discovers it’s a phone receiving a call. your phone, to be exact, sitting in the back pocket of the jeans you discarded earlier.

the screen of your cellphone lights up, and he picks up the device, about to let you know someone’s calling — but his voice gets caught in his throat when he notices it’s the asshole who made you cry in the first place.

scoffing to himself, he taps the red button and declines the call.

thank you for reading. x

® SANAKIRAS — do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.

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[sluttywonwoo]

bad enough || lc x f!reader

summary: lee chan isn't the type of guy you usually go for... but you don't know that (based on the song bad enough for you by all time low)

warnings: swearing, angst, smut 18+ (oral f. receiving, kitchen sex, protected sex, degradation, slight dacryphilia)

word count: 3.7k

masterlist + ko-fi

Chan hasn’t texted you in two days, at the advice of his roommate, but he’s starting to think Soonyoung is full of shit. The thing is, you run in Soonyoung’s circle. He knows you way better than Chan does, and according to him this is the way to your heart. If Chan had it his way, he’d be texting you every thought that crosses his mind, answering you immediately instead of leaving you on read for hours... but since he doesn’t, he’s forced to sit around waiting for you to be the one to initiate. 

“She likes guys that treat her like shit,” Soonyoung had explained when Chan first expressed interest in you. 

“What? I don’t know if that’s tr-”

“No, trust me,” he insisted. “Every guy she’s brought around has been a fucking asshole. We hate all of her exes, and I mean all of them. We have a separate group chat just to talk shit about them.”

“They can’t be that bad,” Chan tried.

“The last one stood her up in the pouring rain and she still gave him another chance. I know you like her, Chan, but you’re too much of a nice guy. She’d never go for you.”

It’s supposed to be a compliment but it still hurt to hear that he basically had no chance with you. Especially since he’d had a crush on you for the longest time. 

“I can be a jerk.”

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow. “Are you for real?”

Chan nodded, resolute. “If that’s the kind of guy she likes, that’s the kind of guy I’ll be.”

“Is it really worth all that effort to act like someone you’re not just for some pussy?”

“It’s not just for- I actually like her, Soonyoung. I’m not just trying to get into her pants.”

“And that’s exactly why you’ll never be able to pull this ‘bad boy’ thing off.”

Chan shook his head. “You’re wrong. You’ll see.”

That conversation had brought Chan here, checking his phone every few minutes to see if you had messaged him. It was pathetic and he knew it but he wasn’t sure what else he could do. After bickering back and forth with his roommate, he had to turn around and practically beg him to help coach him on how to win you over. 

So far, Soonyoung’s intel and advice has worked, much to Chan’s surprise. You’ve hung out twice now. It hasn’t escalated to anything more than a kiss goodbye but that’s mostly because Chan’s a coward. You’ve made it clear you want him but he’s been too afraid to act on it. You’ve sexted exactly once when you were a little tipsy and wanted him to come over, but Chan was out that night and Soonyoung forbade him from leaving so that he wouldn’t come across as ‘desperate’. He was forced to tell you all of the things he wanted to do to you while trying not to get hard out in public to help you get off. He was happy to do it, of course, he just wished he could’ve been there with you like you wanted, or at the very least at home in bed so he could jerk off with you. Instead, he blueballed himself all night until he got home and could finally scroll back through your messages and cum all over his hand in the privacy of his own room. 

As much as Chan does want to sleep with you, he also wants to do all of the other things couples do together with you. He wants to take you out on dates, show you his favorite movies, meet your friends, and maybe also bury his head between your thighs and eat you out for hours. Mostly he just misses you. 

Just when he’s about to cave and text you first his phone lights up with a notification from you. It’s a text inviting him over, just what he’s been waiting for. He replies instantly, already knowing Soonyoung would be shaking his head in disappointment if he knew just how whipped Chan was acting. It’s only one deviation, though. One little slip up won’t tip you off that this whole thing’s all an act, right?

It’s too late to worry about that now because he’s already told you he’s coming over. Chan throws on a clean pair of sweats and a black t-shirt, dabbing a little cologne behind his ears for good measure. 

Soonyoung stops him on his way out of the apartment with a suspicious expression. 

“Where are you going at this hour?” he asks.

Mingyu’s over tonight too, just Chan’s luck. From the looks of it, he and Soonyoung are already a couple of beers in, likely debating about something stupid. Both men stare at Chan expectantly and he knows he won’t be able to lie to them so he comes clean. 

Mingyu whistles while Soonyoung just smirks. 

“You’re not taking an overnight bag just in case?” his roommate presses. 

“Uh, all she said was that she wants to hang out. I don’t know if it’s that kind of night.”

“Knowing her, it is,” Mingyu mused. 

It bothers Chan that Mingyu seems to know that about you but it’s really none of his business what kinds of things you talk about with your friends so all he can do is chuckle awkwardly and bid the two good night. 

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Soonyoung calls after him. “And remember to be a dick!”

Your apartment isn’t that far from Chan and Soonyoung’s but it still takes Chan twenty minutes to get there with how slow he’s driving. 

Don’t be too eager, don’t be too eager, he repeats to himself as he slows to a stop at each yellow light instead of blowing through them like he normally would. He doesn’t want to make it seem like he was waiting around for your call (which he was) and dropped everything to go see you (which he did) because he knows that will turn you off and that’s the opposite of what he’s trying to achieve. He needs to make it seem like he’s only coming over because he had nothing else going on even though that’s not the case. 

You open your door on the third knock and immediately usher Chan in, beaming at him, which nearly makes him melt right there on the spot. He kicks off his shoes and leaves them by the rug before following you into the kitchen.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” you exclaim in a hushed whisper. “Sorry it was short-notice, but I’ve just missed hanging out with you.”

Chan tries not to show how happy that makes him and simply shrugs. “Glad to be here.”

“I’ve been thinking about the other night,” you continue before trailing off. 

“The other night?” he asks. 

“Yeah, when we... you know.”

Oh. That other night. The night that you sexted. The night that Chan came more than once to the thought of you getting off to his messages. 

He tries to play it cool, leaning back against your counter and crossing his arms. “Oh yeah? What had you thinking about that?” 

“I was sad that you were tied up and couldn’t come over,” you hum. “I thought maybe you could make it up to me tonight.”

Chan chuckles. “So that’s what this is all about? Just feeling needy?”

He takes a step forward and you take one back in turn. “I-I no, that’s-”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m happy to help.”

He closes the gap between you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close so that he can kiss you. Your lips are just as soft and warm as he remembers and you moan as soon as his tongue swipes across the seam of your mouth. 

There’s not much talking as Chan leads you backwards, helping you jump onto the island once your back meets the cold marble. His hands travel down to the waistband of your pants and he’s tugging at the elastic as a means to ask permission to take them off mere moments later. 

“Wait,” you stop him with a hand to his chest. Panic washes over Chan like he’s just been doused with ice water. Had he done something wrong? Was he moving too fast? You’re quick to assure him that everything’s alright with a squeeze of your hand but you go on to explain, “not here. My roommates are just down the hall asleep. We might wake them up.”

He cocks his head to the side, taking your words as a challenge. “You can’t be quiet?”

Your thighs tighten around Chan’s hips as you whimper and it takes everything in him not to grind forward into you. He maintains his composure, although just barely, and begins to kiss your neck. 

“I can be,” you assure him. 

“Are you sure?” You nod. “Make a sound and I’ll stop, okay?”

You pout but agree to his terms. “Okay.”

And then he’s kneeling on your kitchen floor, helping you out of your pajama pants. He places a hand on each of your thighs and spreads them apart, cursing when he sees the little wet patch on the front of your panties. He presses his finger to it, letting your arousal seep through the material even more. 

You flinch when he touches you.

“Sensitive already?” Chan asks with a smirk. 

You don’t answer. Instead, you push your hips into his hand, silently asking for more. He’s happy to give it to you, rubbing his thumb where he approximates your clit to be. He knows he’s found it when you gasp quietly above him. 

He touches you like that for a while, teasing you until you’re trembling. He doesn’t move on until he’s satisfied with how wet you are which doesn’t take long. You’ve been turned on since you first texted Chan to come over so he barely has to do anything to work you up. 

“Please, Chan,” you whine. 

“Please what?”

You groan in frustration. “Need more. Anything, please.”

“Anything, huh?” he repeats.

You nod, giving him the green light to continue. Rather than taking your panties off, he simply pushes them to the side and leans in close enough to dip his tongue in between your folds.

One of your hands flies to Chan’s hair, the other to your mouth as you bite down on your knuckles to muffle a moan. 

Chan begins to leisurely make out with your cunt, taking his time to savor the way you taste. You’re even sweeter than he anticipated, something he didn’t think possible, and the way you’re reacting to his actions is driving him absolutely crazy. He’s been hard from the second you suggested you wanted to fuck him and having his head buried between your thighs isn’t doing anything to help. He’s half-worried that he’ll cum way too early and embarrass himself, but he can’t focus on that now. Not when you’re grinding your pussy into his face like your life depends on it. 

The closer you get, the tighter your thighs squeeze around Chan’s head. He works his tongue inside of you, nose nudging your clit as he hums against you. 

“C-can I cum?” you ask suddenly, jolting Chan out of his thoughts. 

His eyes widen when they meet yours. You’re asking his permission to cum? He wasn’t expecting that. How did you want him to respond? Was he supposed to be mean? Did you want to be edged? 

Apparently he doesn’t make a decision quickly enough because you’re asking again with even more urgency before he gets the chance to answer. “Fuck, please? I can’t hold it-”

“Go ahead,” Chan mumbles into your cunt, hoping you can understand him.

You must, because you cum immediately after he says it, pushing his head even further into you as you ride it out. Chan happily laps up all of your arousal and then finally pulls away. He could eat you out all night but he has a feeling there’s something more you want from him. 

“How was th-”

You’re kissing him before he can finish his question, having pulled him in by the waistband of his sweats. Chan isn’t complaining in the slightest but he certainly hadn’t been expecting it. It’s a little clumsy at first until he finds his rhythm again, tongue slipping into your mouth so that you can taste yourself.

He’s a little relieved when you push him away to catch your breath because he’s so fucking hard it’s bordering on painful and he could definitely use a break as well. 

“Do you want to keep going?” you ask. There’s a look in your eye he can’t place. 

“Only if you do,” he answers.

“I thought it was obvious.” 

“I didn’t want to assume.”

“Hm, that’s nice,” you say thoughtfully. 

Fuck. That’s the opposite of what Chan wants you to think about him. You don’t seem put off by this, though, and he’s relieved by that. 

You jump down from off the counter and attempt to trade places with him. 

“Let me return the favor,” you offer, kneeling in front of him. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Chan assures you. 

“Are you sure?”’

“Positive.”

You’re quiet as he helps you back onto the counter. He wants to ask you what’s on your mind but you beat him to it. “I didn’t take you for that sort of guy.”

“What sort of guy?”

You shrug noncommittally. “I don’t know. Guys like you, they don’t usually take the time to go down on a girl before having sex with her. And they definitely don’t turn down a blowjob.”

Damn, you were right. Even subconsciously Chan was acting too nice. In his mind, he was doing the bare fucking minimum but apparently even that was too much. 

“Hooking up with someone isn’t fun if they’re not into it,” he points out. “Men who skip foreplay are only screwing themselves over. And as good as I’m sure your mouth feels, I came over with something else in mind.”

It’s the cheesiest goddamn line he’s ever used on a woman but he hopes you buy the fuckboy act anyway. He’s almost positive that you can see right through him, see that the only reason he turned down a blowjob was because he was scared he’d cum too soon and ruin the moment. He’s smirking but it probably doesn’t reach his eyes, and oh god he’s such an idiot-

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Chan almost breathes a sigh of relief but catches himself just before he does. Instead he smiles wider, and brings one of his hands down to squeeze your ass. “Why don’t you let me show you?”

-

Chan finds a condom exactly where you told him he’d find one, in the drawer by the wine bottles. You share the stash with your roommates, you tell him, so there’s plenty of variety for him to choose from. He tears the foil package open with his teeth and rolls the condom on without much fuss before returning to where you’re perched on the counter waiting for him.

“Can I take your shirt off?” he asks you.

“Only if I can take yours off too.”

“I think that sounds like a fair deal.”

You go first, fingers ghosting along the sides of Chan’s body before catching on the hem of his t-shirt. You pull it upwards over his head and place it behind you on the island. Chan does the same to you, taking an extra moment to run his hands along the smooth skin of your breasts. 

“Can’t believe you’ve got me completely naked in my kitchen,” you murmur, leaning in for a kiss. “So dirty. You want me to be caught by my roommates or what?”

“You won’t get caught if you’re quiet,” he reminds you. 

“In theory,” you muse, “they might just wake up for no reason, come out here for some water or something, you know.”

“Well, I’m banking on that not happening,” Chan says as he runs the head of his cock through your folds. You’re still so wet that his dick is easily lubricated but he spits in his hand and pumps it a few times for extra measure. 

You’re teasing him now. “I don’t know, kind of seems like you want to be caught.”

In truth, Chan doesn’t want anyone to see you naked but him. But he can’t let you know that. Having sex in a place you aren’t supposed to is exciting, as is the risk, but that’s as far as the appeal goes for him. 

“If I suddenly develop an exhibition kink, you’ll be the first to know,” he grunts. “Would it make you more comfortable to move to your bedroom?”

“No, here’s fine. I was just giving you a hard time. I’ll fuck you wherever.”

Your words go straight to Chan’s dick and all he can do to keep from saying something he’ll regret is push himself inside of you so that he’s thoroughly distracted. 

“Fuck, you’re big,” you gasp. 

It does wonders for his ego. His knee-jerk reaction is to say something nice back to you but that’s not what an asshole would do so he doesn’t. 

“Thanks,” is what he decides to go with. Stupid. 

You feel perfect, so tight and warm, and Chan wishes he could tell you that. He’s not sure if that’s what you like to hear during sex, though, so he keeps his mouth shut. What do the guys you usually like say? He wishes he knew. He just wants you to enjoy yourself. 

If Soonyoung knew how in his head Chan was at the mere taste of your pussy he’d be so disappointed. All of his advice gone to waste. God, he shouldn’t be thinking about his roommate while he’s balls deep inside of you. It isn’t helping at all. 

“You can move,” you whisper. It’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it but the desperate little whimpers that follow grab his attention instantly. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please move,” you repeat.

“Okay. Remember, you make a sound and I stop. Got it?”

“Yes, yes, I know. Please just... fuck me already! Been wanting it all night.”

Chan tsks and lifts your chin with a finger. “So fucking needy, I knew it.”

He doesn’t make you wait any longer, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting forward again. It’s slow but it feels so fucking good. Chan doesn’t know how he’s going to last. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close and he buries his head in the crook of your shoulder, nipping at the juncture of your neck softly. 

“God, Chan,” you moan lowly. 

“Baby,” he warns. 

He doesn’t think he’ll be able to stop if you do start to get loud so all he can do is scold you and pretend like he’ll make good on his word and hope that does the trick. God forbid you call his bluff. 

“I know, it’s just... you feel so good. It’s so deep.”

“Shit,” he hisses, hips stuttering forward on their own accord. 

“You can go faster,” you say in his ear. 

So he does. He didn’t account for how loud the sex itself would be. The sound of skin on skin, made worse by just how wet you are... the noise echoes off the cabinets but Chan can’t find it within himself to care. He hopes your roommates are heavy sleepers. 

You sniffle suddenly and Chan’s about to reprimand you for being noisy but then he sees the tears.

“Crying already?” he asks, voice dripping with faux sympathy. 

He doesn’t know where the confidence came from. If any other partner started crying in the middle of sex he’d immediately panic, stop, and ask what’s wrong. But it’s you. 

“C-can’t help it,” you choke out. “Just so good.”

“Yeah? You get a lil cockdrunk and all you can do is cry? So fucked out already?”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod pathetically. “‘M cl-close, Chan.”

It’s simultaneously a relief and a surprise to hear this. It’s a relief because Chan’s on the edge himself and it’s taking everything not to cum right this instant. It���s a surprise because he hasn’t even been fucking you for that long and you’re already on the brink of an orgasm. Chan knows he isn’t bad in bed, but he also never considered himself to be excellent or anything of the sort. You must like him a lot. 

The realization makes Chan’s heart do a somersault in his chest and he has to bite back a smile as he continues slamming into you.

“Gonna cum?” he coos. You nod again. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Panic washes over your features as your body begins to tense with anticipation. “Can I? Please can I cum?”

“Do you think you deserve it?” he whispers. 

“Mhm, I’ve been good! I’ve been so good- please, baby...”

Your begging is what does it for him. Chan groans out a raspy “cum with me, angel,” as he tips over the edge himself, hands gripping your thighs so hard that he’s sure he’ll leave marks behind. 

You’re still weakly fucking yourself through your orgasm when Chan comes down from his. His cock is already feeling sensitive but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t help you ride out your high. He might be playing the part of an asshole but he can’t bring himself to be that mean, especially when you look so pretty when you cum. 

He doesn’t help you get dressed even though he wants to and he doesn’t offer to help you shower off either. He just... picks up his things and leaves, feeling like absolute shit when he does. 

You stop him right as he reaches the door, looking shy for the first time all night. 

“I had a good time,” you say quietly. 

Chan isn’t about to lie to you so he agrees. “Yeah, me too.”

“We should... do it again sometime.”

He pretends to think about it, arguing internally with himself. Shouldn’t he just be honest? Come clean? He hated playing your game. But Soonyoung had been very insistent that he do exactly that. His roommate’s words ring through his head as he stands there in the doorway. 

“Every decent guy that’s ever shown interest in her has been shot down. They usually don’t even score a date with her. It’s not like you have to be a bad person, at least not entirely. You just have to be bad enough. She won’t give you the time of day otherwise.”

Chan sighs, sticking his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Sure, yeah. Maybe. I’ll probably be around.”

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[cerastes]

You enjoy Tekken a lot, is there any reason you don't stream your Ranked games? Asking out of genuine curiosity.

The first half of the answer is that I play Ranked in short bursts. I'll do 3-5 opponents (rematch or not) and then hit Practice Mode or do something else. I don't really do these long Ranked grind sessions. I think they are detrimental to me. It's how I enjoy the game. I can go for hours if I'm playing a friend, but for Ranked, I enter a different head space, and I really don't feel like entertaining a crowd (chat) or interacting with others while I'm playing Ranked because I play seriously there. I like focusing and playing my heart out without feeling the need or want to talk to anyone at all.

Which leads to the other half of the answer: Competitive/Ranked Fighting Game Dreamer.

If you've been to my streams and if I may say so myself, I can laugh at myself just fine. I don't take being blasted by chat bad, in fact, I go along with it. I died to gravity in Soulsborne after first try beating a notoriously difficult boss? Yeah, that's funny. I hype up a cool trick I wanna do and then fuck it up? Yeah, mockery is the natural result. I'm a good sport about these things, and like to use them as springboards for either an immediate laugh or for the next bit. I'm like that with all games and activities in general.

Except fighting games if I'm at the arcade or in a competitive/ranked setting.

Ranked Dreamer has something to prove, basically, because Ranked Dreamer enjoys and respects competitive/ranked gaming, and the thrill and learning that comes with it. Ranked Dreamer is not really about what I previously mentioned. It's not that I go Mr. Hyde or anything and rage; I have a lot of fun and I'm in a good mood the vast majority of the time! But Ranked Dreamer is raised-in-the-arcade-scene Dreamer, that expects people that cast any sort of judgement to know what they are talking about or shut the hell up, and the vast majority of my usual chat doesn't play or watch fighting games. I did a bit of Ranked on stream after my sets with LC when we played, and when I was downloading an opponent (and thus, getting hit a lot) after beating them and rematching, someone said something to the effect of "well now he's getting his ass kicked wwwwwww", which made me immediately want to say "don't you know anything, you reprobate, shut up", which... Is no way to treat anyone! In the moment, it's a natural thing to say, because that's just how it is when people that take something seriously (not even in a pro way, just seriously) will want to say to someone that's obviously a tourist that doesn't know anything about the scene if they start having opinions... But you think about it rationally after the fact, and it's like... No, dude, even then, don't mistreat people, lmao.

So basically, I don't want to mistreat people in the heat of the moment and regret insulting someone who was just having fun in chat and treating it as if it was another one of my mishaps. It's literally a me thing.

A lot of my good Tekken matches (that being matches I feel like I learned something or enjoyed) look like this:

Spoiler alert, but I get ragdolled the first two rounds badly. And that's because I don't know the King-Lili match-up. When you face a match-up you don't know, you have two options: Try and throw your flowcharts and strings and hope it works, OR you can try and download the opponent. You see what works, what doesn't, their habits, and their behavior in offense and defense. You experiment, and test. This involves a lot of getting hit and losing health or even rounds. But you learn a lot more and it helps you grow as a player, it's better in the long run. After those first two rounds, I gather this:

They duck on reaction when I approach -> To deal with King's dangerous grab game -> Use mids to beat crouch.

They literally only flowchart -> They always use the low after the cartwheel -> Launch it with hop kick (well, knee in King's case).

They are impulsive and will want their turn back -> Their wake-up game is aggressive -> oki with d,b3 counter into Leg Lock or backstep/properly spaced d,b3 counter into Leg Lock, depending on frame advantage and distance from downed Lili after knockdown.

It's Lili -> They'll start using Funny Shit on round start -> backstep, deal with it, punish it.

They are bad at breaking Figure Four Leg Lock -> Keep using Figure Four Leg Lock, it works.

And then I start absolutely booty blasting Lili. That's what downloading is! But non-fighting game players don't know that, so they'll see me get blasted (while I'm trying to learn) or rematching an opponent I lost to and then lose again (to learn the match-up more) and start making those comments that, while they'd usually either get a joke on retaliation or simply get ignored if they are not funny enough, will make Ranked Dreamer want to tell them to shut up and reflect on how ignorant they are if they can't even tell that I'm trying to download/learn here, obviously, are your eyes closed or are you just clinically unfunny and one of those "I just like spreading chaos lol" types. Which will then be something I regret because I feel bad when I actually insult people, especially over games.

So, it's just a me thing, but here it is explained in case you wanted a bit more elaboration.

#dreamerwave

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for supposedly stealing all the hats?

Hello! I am currently writing this from the Bad Room, for I have done a crime. At least, people think I did. I swear I'm innocent! I should probably explain what happened.

I am a detective. Second best, in fact! Recently I was asked to join the number one best detective, who I shall call LC to protect his identity, to help choose a sheriff for a county, but when I got there, LC had already chosen this person I will call MM.

I thought "Great! Case closed!" But it turns out that all the hats were recently stolen from the county! So me and LC had to do some investigating, which was mostly just me questioning the townsfolk and helping with their problems and reporting back to him.

After I found a map of the crime scene, the tool used to aid in criminal activity, and the key to the mystery (as well as a delicious meal for LC to enjoy. He is a very hungry boy!), I went over to where the hats were buried and dug them out.

When I got back to the town, I thought LC was going to finally put an end to the mystery and reveal who stole the hats, but then he and MM accused me! He had a picture of me supposedly burying the hats, but that wasn't me at all! There were angry eyebrows drawn on me, and I don't even have eyebrows! LC said that my motive was me being jealous of the town's hats since I myself can't wear one (my head is a weird shape), but I would never do such a thing! LC then sentenced me to one year living in the Bad Room that MM created. I was being treated like a criminal! Crime didn't even exist until now!

I have no ill will towards LC and MM. I don't know why MM framed me of stealing the hats, but I hope that this is all a big misunderstanding, as is the case with most mysteries that I am involved in. And LC is a far better detective than I'll ever be, so it makes sense no one will believe the second best. Still, I sincerely hope that I have not somehow accidentally did anything wrong, which is why I am writing this out. I'm lucky that LC has let me use my laptop in the Bad Room.

In any case, AITA?

Thank you for reading.

x

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[ask-serendipity-sky]

Are you serious? you think it's no big deal that hybe gave jk a certification but not jm who achieved the number first?

We always ask hybe to treat jm better. Who do you think has been asking to restock lc cds and combining lc versions for months and being completely ignored.

They said hybe is no longer requesting certificates then suddenly they did for jk after years

Hello,

I didn't say that, though. I said that no one made in big deal when Jimin reached platinum in August. Literally no one demanded anything from Hybe. But now that Jk is involved, it became a big deal.

These are my posts:

And who has been doing that? Pjms and Jimin fans. Because I've been doing the same for months.

Hope that helps.

[my-mt-heart]

I think MT pretty much covered what I would have said about TTD, so I'm just going to answer the question from my initial post:

retiredkat said: Question…so do you think Melissa got the short end of the stick when LC returned and negotiated a new contract? Is that why we are seeing so less of a leading actress the last season?

It's not a zero-sum game.

It's no secret TWDU pays/treats their female actors badly. When LC renegotiated her contract prior to S9, she tried to lessen the pay gap to the men, but she got cornered (more or less) and her team made some unfortunate choices in how that was handled. AMC really didn't like how public the conflict got and it reflected in Lauren's ability to land jobs once her other show got a quick cancellation.

Her current contract with AMC was for two seasons and she was expected to be on TWD after Caryl left for NM. Then, due to aging licensing deals and McReedus' new deal, the mothership got canceled. AMC still had to fulfill Lauren's contract terms and they needed someone for the Negan spinoff. They knew, even with JDM's charisma, his character couldn't carry a solo show, but there's no love for LC at AMC. If she'd had leverage, her team would have been able to negotiate a "with" or an "and" billing in the title credits. She's not treated any better than the other female actors and her larger share of screentime in S11 has been out of necessity, to set up Deadx2.

[SF]

Sounds about right for AMC :/ I know some people don’t like that Maggie got so much screentime, but I think the real issue is it didn’t amount to anything. Her dynamic with Negan got stale real quick, and that makes Carol’s lack of screentime even more frustrating. Her character has been around since  the beginning, she earned her spot on the call sheet, and she should have gotten a big story in the last season too, not one that replaces Maggie’s story which Lauren had to fight hard for. I respect her for that. They had no problem giving Daryl plenty to do, though it’s debatable how meaningful it’s been. 

#caryl #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

[jonathankatwhatever]

It’s 5 Sept 2023, and I just realized I have to ‘relearn’ the date format each day, and yet it looks entirely correct. So that’s an I//I: a state before and a state after, which were linked by a series of continuous processes at the physical level but with a gap, a change of position on the O-line I think, which is the moment when the new perspective, the one in which there’s no confusion, like when you’ve fought through a nasty intersection and now you can let her out. That change is what? I’m seeing this as a separation, as the emergence of a Between that pairs the physical self, which I relate to my left hand, to my right hand in the physical self, and thus to the abstract self, the intangible other in each case.

That sentence took a lot of effort. There was substantial resistance to accepting that I could observe something so fleeting as the moment of understanding, as if I haven’t previously built the concept of a Metaphoric Bundle, which now is obvious and which can be equated to a Shard. There is apparently something interesting in the flicker between Hex and gs, because that’s what I’m seeing. Oh right, this is why the flicker of physical to abstract, tangible to intangible, and that’s what draws us tighter. Laced together. That really does make clear this fundamental relationship, which is the reduction of 2IC, and thus of LC to an IC, meaning that conception becomes an MB, can be represented by a Shard, and flickers, which means each existence is constructed D6 to D4-3. And remember, in D-structure, we count D6 to all but the label D7, so there is a Dimensional Enclosure inherent at D13, and that maps to a DE with an inner edge at D12 and an outer edge at D14.

I’ve never had that thought before, and it’s clearly correct. Thinking about it: we’ve made that statement before, but not with this understanding. The difference appears to be the MB because that counts in Alternation over the same grid, meaning it meets with different meanings. Like the basic alternation generates an orthogonal 5Square. (Not sure what notation that should be.) And each of those passes over a 1Space count of 1, then 2gs, then 3, etc., which maps to a 0Space count of multiples of root2.

Didn’t we note earlier that this relates layers of nSquares? This basically is thrusting in my face the following: we have root2 and the ones generated in Alternation, but what about root3? It clearly appears in the 1Space count of 3gs making a 3Square, if you take the side the way we did with Pi and treat it as an Extent which has an orthogonal nSquare. I never imagined that would come up, and here it is. I thought that was a stupid idea, a patch for a better explanation. And now it’s the count of 10gs treated as an Extent, which is true, and that Extent binds yK and xK, which invokes quadrants and all that flicker, which makes it a Boundary, which simplifies to an nSquare. That last part is: Boundary through CR, and nSquare is the 1Space representation. That’s the origin of the diamond images which match fD and HG, as well as gestural writing.

I suddenly see gestural writing work. I’m very happy. We spent a very long time working on that without a clue why it should work. Now it works all the way through to graphology and font design. Lovely.

We’ve touched this idea many times, but not exactly in this form. Relates 1Space to 0Space so each grid square can be said to be in all of the 1Space states, in relation to all the 0Space states, but also separate and distinct as a grid square that contains 0Space. And that gets to D4-3//3-4.

I need to get ready. This is marvelous. I made a sandwich that gave me a slogan: so good you won’t mind wearing it!

Think about the I//I in that: you make a sandwich and you eat, 2 Ends over the act of making a sandwich, touches the final sandwich as a state, then eating as the sandwich disappears. Won’t mind wearing it not only because it tasted good and was messy, but because the messiness was accompanied by joy because the sandwich was best enjoyed by getting messy, by needing to wipe the hands, and be careful about splatter.

Says a lot about Irreducibles. We have a before sandwich and after sandwich. Can’t keep your cake and eat it.

[bigkickguy]

what about chesed and geburah

I'm going to put them at a C for me - in the sense I can see them together and its cool people enjoy them, but they're not that interesting to me. I just don't really like their interactions that we see that much. And you might be thinking 'but bigkickguy, your favorite ruina pairing argues a lot!' I think its more like I can start thinking about them both individually and how they might interact and how it could be more interesting to me specifically. But the story includes not even a hint of that and we just get their teasing stage on Chesed's end - because he's a lonely lonely dude and/or he really finds it fun. And we get the gap of like embarrassment to add some dimension to Gebura's tougher character. I am fairly turned off to the physical chase comedy 'haha this pairing acts like they hate each other but they really actually both care a lot!' sort of deal which doesn't not help haha

I think I can see some cool crunchy interactions for them but most of the time I see them in fanart / fic they are doing more of what they do in game which I think is just not that entertaining for me personally. some crunchiness ideas + spoilers under read more!

Spoilers for LC and Ruina!! I think there could be some interesting comparisons between them both for some more higher emotional stakes interactions. And I eat that emo shit up - so that's what I want to read hakdfjgag I think they're interesting from the view that they don't really share any understanding of each other despite having similar empathy towards others. I just think the blocking point being teasing is often a little silly. One thing I think they share that I didn't see too many people talk about is how they interact with their respective communities. Gebura imo has a pretty strong want to be accepted and participate in a group. She has to agree with them to an extent but we know with Kali that she spent a lot of time fighting alone and hates it. We know she would put up with people who are not pleasant to her or supportive in seemingly any way to feel like she is a part of something. Chesed started on the opposite end of things. He came from a relatively sheltered upbringing in a nest and was Good at what he did. I don't remember his dialogue about it super clearly but I was under the impression he was smart and had resources and probably connections. He likely didn't have a lot of personal ties but its possible he did - I don't remember if he specifies. He ends up giving that all up after getting kidnapped by a stranger and kind of bumbles his way into joining them almost like its a whim. I think they could probably seriously connect with each other over their loneliness. They could probably also have some good emo moments around how they were each treated by their respective groups and how similar they could have been in their isolation despite having very different circumstances. I think Gebura could have some pretty emo feelings about how chesed protected his team better than she did when she made protection her entire identity in LC. Chesed could have some pretty emo moments over criticizing himself taking advantage of her loneliness to get closer to someone when he's not really sure if she wants to be around him or not. like there's potential for some more interesting moments to happen for them! I think in-game they don't show more than like passing attraction... maybe...? I didn't get attraction from either of them but maybe its like - a want to have someone else in your life so much you imagine how being friends with that person would be. I also think them just having a light hearted relationship might be good for them. It's low stakes low stress and kind of something neither of them might get to have outside of their little teasing games? They're both fairly mature characters so it's interesting to have a little silly interaction in their lives. Maybe that's the point! I personally prefer more emo shit though when reading fic so I would still prefer more of how they could have some kind of higher stakes interaction. I like them both as characters and I can see them as a pairing but idk if their interactions are limited to what is talked about in-game I'm not super into them. And from the little bits I have seen most people carry over the in-game dynamic of them as the main dynamic for fan work - so I was just not that invested.

#kickguyreply #ship meme #if i read something or saw some pretty cool thoughts on them i'd probably like them more! #but I have not so they are not super interesting in my mind at the moment

[jimblejamblewritings]

sweet & sour | part 6.

Summary: Y/N L/N. Ex-member of the girl group Lemonade. Ilvermorny was great until everything fell apart between her and her group members. Needing a break, she decides to transfer to Hogwarts.

Warnings: none

Pairing: george wealsey x black!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N I: so many off canon things, so many

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The Halloween Ball was a nightmare for four people in particular. You and Draco realized that you had absolutely nothing in common. By the fourth dance and the third round of punch, you both agreed to go your separate ways and fly solo for the rest of the evening. Cedric was the third person having the worst time ever. Halfway through the dance, Cho broke up with him. He liked being public while she didn’t. George was the last to have a rotten dance. Before he could go find you as he saw you and Malfoy separate, you ran after Cedric once you noticed his slumping shoulders.

Of course, the tall redhead didn’t complain after it got around that Diggory just got dumped. If anything he was more annoyed at Cho who should’ve chosen yesterday or tomorrow to call things off, not now when he was about to ask you to dance. The only thing that made it better was when you sat down next to him for breakfast the next morning.

“Okay, so, it’s a bit away but back home we celebrate Thanksgiving after Halloween.”

“Another holiday, is Christmas not enough?” Lee asked.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’. “Everyone knows you gotta have Thanksgiving and then Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever the last holiday of your choosing is that year. Anyway, Mom and I usually do something but we don’t have fall break so I was thinking what if we do Friendsgiving!”

“Friendsgiving?”

“Thanksgiving but with friends instead of family.”

The Gryffindors agreed to your made up holiday being hosted on the day of a real holiday. You squirmed in your seat with excitement. They listened to you go on about how you never planned a party before only showed up and performed at them. They weren’t sure if that made them nervous or excited about what to expect that night. You started going on about what fall treats people liked when a boy from your House walked up to the table.

“Hey, LC!”

You turned your head like an automatic response. The boy stopped right in front of you.  

“(Y/N).” George suddenly interrupted.

“What?”

Even you looked at him but he didn’t take his eyes off of the student standing at the Gryffindor table.

“You want something from her then you address her properly. Her first name is (Y/N), call her such.”

There was an edge to his voice. It was strange for his friends to hear something that wasn’t a jovial tone come from George. If he was ever mad, usually he sulked. Fred was the loud one. You placed a hand on his shoulder to try and take the edge off of whatever tension just built in the small space around you all.

“What did you want?” You asked the boy.

“Can guys join cheer? Me and my mates w—”

“Yes!” You made him stumble back with how excited you were. “Yes! Absolutely yes, I mean probably not until next semester because the rest of the squad has to approve new additions and you need to learn everything but yes. I have been waiting for boys to join, do you know how much easier stunting is when your base is like a good eight inches taller than you?”

“It’s a breeze?”

“A breeze!”

The boy just nodded and went back to the Hufflepuff table to relay the good news and also eat his own breakfast. You turned back to George.

“What was that about? You and my name.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know what it’s like to be in the spotlight but I know what being overlooked feels like. You’ve been overlooked for LC for years haven’t you?”

That response shook you a bit. You were expecting something teasing from him but it was sincere. George was always compared to Fred and while LC was technically still you, LC was like a twin of sorts. A famous twin that put (Y/N) in the background. You managed to nod at his question.

“When was the last time it was the other way around?”

“Second year, second semester before we blew up worldwide.”

“That’s a long time to not be yourself,” George said.

“Yeah it is,” you muttered.

George’s words made you think for a long time. But he still wasn’t completely correct. While there were parts of you that had been crafted by Ilvermorny’s dual track, LC was still you. Part of that life you wanted back. In a tired daze, you grabbed your phone at two in the morning and made a little post on Wizgram. You hadn’t checked your phone after posting your video in the morning. Your entire getting ready routine was done in silence. Not a single noise really reached your ears until you entered the Great Hall. Cedric waited for you to drop into your seat before saying anything.

“Are you for real? Open rehearsal?”

He held up his phone that was showing your latest Wizgram post. You wanted to get back on stage and perform, make at least one last song. It would never be the same as being in Lemonade but that might be a good thing? You wouldn’t know until you went for it.  

“I want to go back out there, I think. I won’t know until I do but I get scared every time. Maybe just having people watch when it’s not real will help. I like singing around George and I wasn’t even able to do that a few months ago.”

“You’re not stretching yourself too thin?”

“This is still less than what I used to do at Ilvermorny.”

“Alright,” Cedric was a bit skeptical about that. After hearing what all you had to do at Ilvermorny, he didn’t think that schedule was healthy. He was sure that it contributed to the reason your anxiety had gotten so bad.

“Will you come to one?” You chewed on your bottom lip.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll try to come to as many as I can.”

Everyone already knew the rules. They couldn’t distract you. You almost weren’t supposed to know that they were there. Students were encouraged to bring their homework and not even pay too much attention to you. Jim’s patronus, as well as Dr. Susan and your performance director’s patronus were up against the mirrors.

They couldn’t be there in person and most of your rehearsals would be alone but they wanted to help watch your first one. They wanted to make sure you weren’t pushing yourself or that you didn’t have a breakdown. All of them were very excited to potentially get back to work with you.  

“Let’s start with ‘Lights Off, Nox’. You’ve done that song a thousand times,” Your performance director said.

“Okay.”

The music started and your body automatically started moving. You got through half of the first verse before it started— the speeding up of your heart, the ezra sweat. You heard your voice miss a note by a half-step and suddenly stopped moving entirely. You practically slammed the pause button on the remote. Your eyes immediately casted upwards where you knew people were watching.  

“Hey!” Dr. Susan’s voice spoke up. “You’re alright. Okay, (Y/N), you were doing great.”

Your phone chimed and you went over to look at it as you tried to collect your breath. It was a text from Cedric, a picture of him giving you a thumbs up. You set the phone down and started the music again, finishing the first verse before the same thing happened. The music played as you crouched down and tried to calm yourself. Upstairs, with the safety of the muffliato charm cast, the students were talking. No one but a few had realized you had anxiety. They didn’t know it was that bad. Alicia shook her head as she finished her Potions essay.

“I don’t get it, she sounds perfect.”

The first two weeks of rehearsal went like that— you started practicing completely alone without even Jim’s patronus to watch. You had yet to get through the entire chorus. Everyone that went to open rehearsals thought that what they did hear was amazing. They were all sitting in the spectators’ space when the same thing happened as always. George grabbed his stuff and got up.

Your head turned when the door opened. The redhead grabbed your phone.

“Didn’t you say you hate this song anyway? It’s getting on my nerves too… What about ‘Friday Night’?”

He turned the song on, bobbing his head.

“Yeah, this was definitely the best song on the album. How’d it go again? AI posed like this.” He copied the dance pose exactly. “And then you all posed and then you… how do you move your hips like that?”

George started a very poor rendition of your dance and song. You started laughing.

“No, like this.” You showed him.

“This?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Hmm, I think this is how it goes.”

“What about our dance looks like that? You’re not even hitting the right notes.”

“Love, I’m doing perfect… Cause it’s a Friday Night!” He sang off-key.

“Noooo, it’s a high C!” The chorus came back around. “Cause it’s a Friday Night! Two hands in the air for the weekend…”

George slowly stopped moving as you did the rest of the dance and song. He didn’t give you a chance to really think about anything as he picked the next song. Doing the same thing as before and then again when that song ended.  

“How are you dancing and singing at the same time?”

You started performing with him— clearly better. You didn’t stop singing until the dance break.

“Aren’t you a quidditch player?”

“This is not the same.” He breathed out as he awkwardly did a step ball change.

“Or your stamina sucks.”

“My stamina sucks? You remember how long our games can go, right?”

“And yet you can’t get through a three minute song.”

“It’s just cause I’m not familiar with it.”

You stopped. “Then pick a song you know by heart.”

“I’ve been a prankster long enough to know what a setup looks like.”

“No setup.”

“Well, I’m good. Too tired.”

“You’re tired? This wouldn’t even be a third of a concert.”

“Yes, I’m tired.”

You approached him, poking his chest to taunt him some more. He wasn’t falling for it. Just because you could hold a concert didn’t mean that he could. George placed his hands on your shoulders, ready to tell you off when you hugged him.

“Thank you,” you said. “For helping.”

His hands moved from your shoulders to your waist as he hugged you. Upstairs, everyone watched the two of you embrace. They weren’t sure what to make of it. George was a touchy person and you seemed to be very excitable over everything. Was this just a hug or something more? George wanted it to be something more but was too afraid to tell you. You were starting to feel something that was a bit unusual to you for the boy that you were hugging. But you would never say a thing.

It was too hard to figure out where the lines were drawn between you and LC when it came to everything. You didn’t want to try to figure it out when it came to romance. You didn’t want to sit and play games trying to figure out if George liked you or had a celebrity crush on you. And if it was the latter then you didn’t want to be heartbroken.

However, the prospect of heartbrokenness didn’t stop you from pining after George in the confines of your room. The only person who knew was Cedric because your best friend could read you like a book. He gave you looks and constantly teased in a way that no one else caught on but always made heat rush to your face.    

You were laying on top of Cedric as he rubbed your back. You were both tired from the game. It lasted longer than any of the others. Gryffindor kept giving Hufflepuff a run for their money and neither Cedric nor Harry could find the snitch. The older boy laughed to himself as he slumped down against his headboard. Hufflepuff won but you were wrapped up in a Gryffindor sweater all because your crush was on the other team. You didn’t hesitate to put the red jumper on after the game had ended. George on the other hand was ecstatic to see you in it. He didn’t care that you were doing it just to taunt him— he loved seeing you in it.

“Ced?”

“Yes?”

“Not to bring up Cho but when you kissed her for the first time was it good?”

“Yeah, was great. I asked her to the Yule Ball and it was snowing, it was just right.”

You sighed and he looked down.

“I didn’t know there was a wrong answer,” he said. “Aren’t I the heartbroken one anyway?”  

You turned your head to rest your chin on his chest. You blinked and your nose scrunched up when Cedric poked it.

“I want to kiss George.”

“Then kiss George.”

“But what if he doesn’t like me? And my last kiss was really bad,” you muttered the end bit.

Cedric sat you both up. “Just follow his lead. If he turns his head left, you go left too.”

Cedric turned your head as he did. “See, now we’re opposite. And then you’ll get closer.”

“This was the easy part,” you complained.

“Next part’s even easier. He’ll get so close that your lips brush against each other.” His breath fanned over your face. “And then you’ll kiss.”

“How do I know he likes it?”

“Every guy is different. Is that your go to when you hear an answer you don’t like? Pouting?”

“How is that supposed to help me if you’re all different.”

“You’ll feel it. He’ll let you know.”

“What do you do?”

“I get handsy, try to bring her as close to me as possible.”

Cedric grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap. His head tilted right and you went right as well. His hand tilted your chin up and brought you closer.  

“Close your eyes and feel it.”

His lips brushed against yours before closing the gap completely. His hand left your chin and held the other side of your waist.

“Slower,” Cedric muttered against your lips. “There you go.”

His tongue ran along your bottom lip. You hesitantly opened your mouth— this was where it started to go wrong last time and Marc blabbed to the whole damn school. Your tongue faltered a bit, making Cedric’s tongue retreat back to his own mouth as he chuckled while continuing the kiss.

His hands snaked down lower and he tried again after squeezing your ass. You gasped and relaxed, letting him take control. You both pulled apart when air was necessary. Cedric ran his thumb over your bottom lip that was a bit swollen and wet. You both slumped back into your initial positions with him against the headboard and your head on his chest.

“See, snogging’s not that hard. Just needed a bit of work, don’t be so shy about it. Unless George is into that. Some guys are into that. Some also like it when you take most of the control.”

You shook your head as best as you could while pressed against him. “I’d rather just do what you just did. I don’t think I want to take control… tongue, you know.”

“You weren’t bad once you relaxed. I think— did you say his name was Marc, yeah— I think he just didn’t know how to snog a girl.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem. And if the bloke doesn’t want to snog you, you know where to find me.”

You hit his chest. “You don’t sound that heartbroken if you just offered to be a fuck buddy.”

“Ah ah. You offered that, I just said snogging.”

“Oh, whatever, Ced.”  

He smiled as you tried not to laugh but stay serious, failing miserably. He went back to slowly rubbing your back as you both listened to the rain. Eventually, you’d have to get up for dinner but you were both tired enough to skip and just sleep.

(Part 7)...

#george weasley x reader #george weasley x black!reader

[wibblyparfait]

normally i'd wait to post doodles n just do it all in one go but. ysee ive been having Ilis brainrot and i need to ramble abt all the lil factoids thatve formed since the last time i yelled abt them 🏃‍♂️ SHDBDB

(aka OC Rambles under the cut BUT otherwise. enjoy the manager treating Ilis to some better ego for once. theyd still rather wear the Rudolta suit cuz They R Making A Statement BUT yk!!! kinda swag to have some better drip every so often!!! or at least their Sephirot seems to think so <3 SHFJDJFB!!!!!!!)

HI. ITS ALL UNHINGED RAMBLES FROM HERE. 

Hes an orphan!! which. shouldnt b surprising cuz The City Sure Is A Fuck but!!! at least in his orphanage he had two mom figures as his caretakers 👍!!!!!

Said orphanage was p well off for a while so thats how he. could afford a fuck-it expense like a tail augment but ofc that status couldnt rly last + he just!!! wanted to repay his moms for taking care of him so!!!! into Abnorm Capitalism he goes!!!!! 

Honestly?? just vibing for the most part. Yea sure its hellish being in a place where u can die anytime from wack ass monsters but!!! being on the resident Everything Is Fine And Ok In Welfare team + on Talk To The Abnorms To Keep Them Happy duty w Attachment work does wonders for this silly extroverted mfer :) 

Now no one tell him that cuz of the whole time fuckery inside the facility hes probably died a million times from all sorts of usual LobCorp deaths and that all his hard work might b for naught since his moms + the orphanage mightve been fucked over by Usual City Happenings while hes been away oops- 

Its fine!! Everything’s fine!!! Ilis is living their best life as stated earlier!!!! maybe a little too good of a life since theyre a lil too eager to help sometimes and just Asserts Assistance more often than not but!!! hey it works out for his coworkers so >:)!!!! 

(the only thing the Manager wont let him assert assistance on is working with Alephs but. lets b real thats a blessing cuz Ilis would teach Blue Star how to do a lil boogie/J AKJHGHGFDJD) 

ACTUALLY SPEAKING OF OTHER CURSED THINGS im so sorry he doesnt like strong coffee </3 sacrilege to the Welfare team i know/J (re: dw ik Chesed’s rly chill abt coffee dislikers but despite being a Chesed-kisser he’ll have an americano (aka coffee-flavored water/J) at best and prefers fizzy drinks otherwise 😩 DFKGJHFD) 

And while im thinking abt ops on Sephirah. ngl Ilis woulda loved to work with either Disciplinary or Training at first since!!! those departments line up w/ how he feels most helpful (re: taking care of abnorms b4 they can do harm + teaching ppl w protocols) BUT he was transferred to Briah b4 he could properly meet Hod and is still too much of a coward to properly face abnorms on the front line (+ now thinks he would get vaporized by Gebura for that/J) so. whoops 🤷

ITS OK ENDING UP IN WELFARE TURNED OUT RLY WELL AS MENTIONED EARLIER. HES DOING GREAT THERE N WOULDNT RLY WANNA SWITCH DEPARTMENTS NOW ANYWAY >:)) 

and now. the part where i get even more unhinged over incoherent OCxCanon thoughts (why is their ship name Chilis why is their ship name Chilis why is th-/JJ/LH DFKGJFD) 

Honest to god theyre both hopeless workaholics what the fuck. but also at least Ilis refuses to let Chesed cover some of his work and goes to take his mug back to the breakroom whenever hes done dminking/brings him some more coffee as soon as hes back from Sephirah meetings n whatnot ✨ and whenever Ilis is inevitably lying face-down on the ground after a long day’s work + avoiding abnorms breaching left and right Chesed needs no other excuse to let him rest in a safe room and offer a warm drink of choice to help ease the exhaustion :)

(pre-core suppression there prolly isnt much for Chesed to do anyway + It Is Not Fun Possibly Watching This One Nugget That Never Stops Trying To Lend A Hand To Anyone And You Included Die Over And Over In How Many Loops but. shh post-suppression he can finally let himself get attached proper and let Ilis support him and his new resolve Not Just Cuz It Apparently Makes Ilis Happy To Help And He Might As Well Keep His Employees Happy However He Can but also cuz everything he does is appreciated in general 🥺) 

(meanwhile jumpcut to Ilis generally having his shit together and being the emotional support in LC despite his Chaotic Workaholism Tendencies until he finds out afterwards + possibly in Ruina that. gestures to the point abt his moms and the orphanage. but shh thats for future me to figure out i havent gotten that far yet KFDGJD) 

ACTUALLY WAIT SPEAKING OF RUINA u know how the assistant librarians have to get used to using actual weapons instead of the ego ones?? stares at Ilis possibly getting physically stronger. stares at him Looking At His BF With Affectionate Ill Intent. get carried 4head >:) 

(lets b real Ilis has prolly been waiting to Commit Carry cuz. he rly looked at a marketable box and went “yeah thats friendshaped i wonder if i can pick that up like a cat” KFDGFKDJ)

in general can u tell Ilis is the more outwardly affectionate one?? even if tables get turned he just starts vibrating in place like JFHFDKGHDKJ!!!!!!!!! (<- Happi.) hes just like that <3 (tho tbf Chesed doesnt rly seem like the type to get flustered and esp not once hes living his somewhat-best-life in Ruina but shh let Ilis get :)!!!! whenever his affections and unprompted favors r accepted in stride 😌 KFJFGFD)

actually wait while im still thinking abt Ruina it must b weird seeing Ilis w/o the Void Dream gift BUT that is also a problem for future me 👍

IN THE MEANTIME BACK TO UNHINGED SILLIES Ilis is the type to talk to abnorms hes working with like. Fragment of the Universe could say some incoherent mindmelting shit and theyd just b there scribbling important notes into their clipboard while also going “right thats exactly what ive been saying :O”/JJJ DFGKHFDKJ

also if it wasnt obvious Ilis’ tail is prehensile. as an augmentation it prolly has some combat functionality but for the most part he either uses it to drag coworkers away during serious emergencies or have it wag for him during silly moments KJHFGF

Double Also. theres no actual reason he covers his eye (for now perhaps.) its just. style yk 😌 JFJDHGKDF

AND WITH THAT. FINALLY IVE RAMBLED ALL MY THOUGHTS SOMEWHERE. GOODBYE GOODNIGHT I WILL CONTINUE TO BE UNNORMAL ONCE I CAN DOODLE MORE WHEN IM NOT INCREDIBLY BUSY IRL FDFHGFKJ

#Lobotomy Corporation OC #OC Art #Original Character #Parf2023 #i. spent like 2 hours typing all this what the fuck why do i have so many thoughts/JJ DKGFJK

[hw2rosewar]

Helix Waltz 2: The Burning Roses CBT - Vince CG Story

(MTL) Translation:

Lilia Claupio: This tea party hosted by Duchess Richelieu is very grand!

LC: A pink rose on the table. I heard this is a new species cultivated by a gardener of a count’s family. He only gives it to some officials.

Luna Rewis: These little desserts are delicious too. Lady Claupio, would you like to try them?

LC: No, I have to keep an eye on my weight, so I can’t eat too many sweets. Besides, no matter how rich or exquisite the food is, the focal point of tea parties is still the tea and small talk...

LR: Hmm... Is that lady in the green dress on the balcony Miss Rovella? What is she doing there alone?

Kalia Rovella: Today’s assortment of desserts is remarkable! All the ones I like are here: coffee cake rolls, strawberry pudding, caramel muffins, and cherry blossom and green tea fruit tarts!

K: And of course my favorite chocolate mousse cake!

K: I just took one bite. Mm! It’s as delicious as I imagined. I’m so happy...

LC: ...

LR: So she’s here for the desserts.

LC: While the other ladies are drinking tea gracefully, she’s the one eating voraciously.

LC: There is no noble lady to be seen. Why did the Duchess invite her? Forget it, she’s from the countryside and hasn’t seen much of the world.

K: What should I eat next? Oh, this fruit tart!

LC: ...Isn’t she eating too much? ...How does she not feel any sense of guilt after devouring all that sugar?!

K: Ah, I really like the skill of this pastry chef. Some of these desserts are even better than those made by Miss Margarita... No, I can’t say that. She’ll be sad if she heard me just now.

Vince: ...

V: Miss Rovella, your black tea from the southern region has some milk and honey, as you like it. I have also prepared some lemon slices. Add them when needed.

K: Thank you, Mr. Vince. I didn’t expect you to remember my preferences for drinking tea.

V: Mm... It’s because you always smile when you drink a cup of sweetened black tea.

V: A genuine smile free of impurities. It is more touching than mere flattery and reminds me of your preferences.

K: Hmm...

V: What’s the matter, Miss Rovella? Is the tea still bitter? I see you’re eating one of the desserts on the table. Since bitter tea can relieve exhaustion, I didn’t add too much milk and honey to it.

K: No, Mr. Vince, your tea suits my taste very well. I just think you’re really considerate and kind.

K: You take care of every guest, notice their discomfort, and serve them in a timely manner. You’re really admirable.

V: As a servant, I’m just doing my duty. But Miss Rovella... you don’t need to speak so respectfully to an Oseland servant.

K: Why? You respect me, so I should treat you in the same way.

V: ...It’s too precious for me and too easy to lose. Still, you have my gratitude. You are sincere and kind. I am honored to serve a noble lady like you.

K: I feel the same way. Thank you for always taking care of me. I’m really happy today. I can drink the tea you made and eat these exquisite desserts, although I don’t have the candy I ate at the last tea party here...

V: Candy?

K: Mm-hmm, they were colorful candies. I remember there was peanut, mulberry, all kinds of flavors. They’re really delicious. I can’t find anything similar in any candy store in the capital...

K: I thought I’d have them again today... But I didn’t. It’s fine, these sweets are great too.

V: Is that so? I have some left. Here, you may take them.

K: Oh, thank you. Hmm, raspberry flavor. I didn’t have it last time.

V: These candies were made by an Oseland servant based on what was available in his hometown. If you’d like, I will ask him to prepare more of them for next time.

K: Really? I won’t take it for free. I’ll pay him!

V: Personally, I don’t think he needs compensation.

K: What makes you say that?

V: He makes delicious candy in hopes others will be happy when they eat it, but also to remember his hometown. It has nothing to do with money.

V: If he knew there was a lovely lady who liked what he did, he’d be very satisfied and make more candies for her.

K: Then he should consider opening a candy store! Make more people happy! If he runs into any financial problems, I’ll find a way to help him!

V: Perhaps there will be such a day in the future. But for now, he still wants to do his current job well.

V: ...Hold still, please.

K: What is it?

V: There’s... some leftover icing on your mouth. I’ll wipe it off for you.

K: Icing?! It must have been from the cake I just ate. I’m sorry for being an embarrassment...

V: No, seeing you enjoy yourself is enough.

V: In addition, these desserts have been prepared by me. I’m glad someone is having a good time.

T/N: Done via machine translation. Translations are not 100% accurate.

#helix waltz #helix waltz 2 #helix waltz 2 rose war #helix waltz game #helix waltz 2 the burning roses

[exyglass]

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Just wanna start with i am fine just sad I forgot how i got onto Remilia's videos again but I was watching highlight gameplay of her thresh, I remember watching lots of her thresh plays years and years ago. She inspired me to try him out as I never really played tank supports. I felt a kinship with her as she was also a support main and trans. I liked her voice, it was really soothing and she just seemed really well real. I miss her, she was the first woman to play in the LCS and it's awesome that it was a trans woman. I just feel so bad bc she was overall treated like absolute shit by the community, just constant bullying and harassment. She was treated poorly by her family too and was hurt deeply by a bunch of awful things her grandma said to her on the christmas before Remilia's passing. She just felt so hopeless in her last days and it's heartbreaking to watch her last stream. I'm listening to this song called lived and died alone//Shamir and if there is an afterlife, I want Remilia to know that there she was always beautiful, and deserved all the love and care life has to offer. I'm sorry that life failed you, I do hope you're in a better world now. Rest in peace angel.

#rip to all departed trans women #You'll always be in my heart #you are all angels to me #personal #remilia league #maria creveling #ask to tag #i just need a good cry and sleep

[jiminsass-istant]

I wish you'd shut the fuck about your opinions because they're shit. Hybe chose one member to break into the US industry because it will benefit all members? Please. We all know only JK will get fans and those fans won't give a dime about other BTS members and JK will be seen as the only breakout star of the group, the Harry Styles who was "just too good" and "worked so hard for his success" and "the one who always had that X factor". People are already repeatedly sprouting this bullshit, nobody cares about the other members and how advantaged JK was or how his records were manufactured

But I know y'all don't give a fuck about that, but don't pretend as if you care about Jimin (having his first name as your username and your profile picture being of him, please) because you're nothing but a company stan and you clearly care about jk more. What a fucking joke

Ignoring your harsh words because I can 🤷 it's good practice for the corporate environment i work in.

First of all, I did say that the US market won't accept a whole group and 1 pop star who is pushed is more likely to succeed. Your Harry Styles analogy is right on point. Harry Styles, Justin Timberlake etc etc. Infact i did say the exact thing, JK is getting remixes, playlists, radio play and ads that even BTS didn't get as a group. It's like you are saying my words back to me, just more aggressively, lol. You want me so bad.

Company stan? I clearly pointed out where Hybe went wrong. Already mentioned that Hybe is moving like a big corporation now, only caring for revenue, rather than the artists themselves. Even pointed out how Hybe underestimated other members ( aka Jimin). Genuinely curious, did you not get the point of that post?

Again, here you are talking about me being Jimin anti. I clearly even said how Golden doesn't have depth and a good concept and it's hard for people to feel connected to it. Face is definitely superior, as is Indigo and DDay. Do you want me to hate on JK and talk about company sabotage of Jimin entire day? Don't we all know about the way Face and LC were treated? By charts and company both.

I haven't even watched all of JK's promos and I still wouldn't call myself a hater.

Please do not expect me to roll with everything solo fans say or do. Go read my pinned. Or better...block me and move on. It's free.

[lazyenthusiastinternet]

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[amicidomenicani]

Question Dear Father Angelo Bellon My name is… and I am a…. I am writing to you about some aspects that are not clear to me about the desire for success and the search for material goods. Let me explain myself better. I often feel a strong "drive" for career advancement in my work environment, which is aimed, in part, at gratifying my work commitment, and in part, at satisfying my professional ambitions. At the same time, but without particular emphasis, I also think about the economic aspects that would allow me to afford more "luxury goods". Please consider that I am married with a child, so the "luxury goods" I am referring to are mainly for the (material) well-being of my family. These aspects bother me very much because I feel that they are inconsistent with the teachings of Our Lord. On the other hand, I wonder how it is possible to help our sick Society by occupying lower positions that may not allow us to address certain "operative" issues first-hand. I do not hide from you that all this causes me a certain discomfort because, as I view things, my longing for a "career" is linked to the possibility of bringing the Word of Christ to places that have often totally forgotten it. Could you enlighten me on this? Thanks  Answer from the priest Dear friend, 1. The desire to progress in life and never feel completely satisfied is something that comes from our nature. I could say that it is a desire that the Lord has placed inside us. From the very first lines of his Confessions, St. Augustine writes: "It is you who stimulate our heart to delight in your praise, because you have made us for you, and our heart has no rest until it rests in you" (Confessions, I , 1, 1). 2. As a result of original sin we are also inclined to evil. So, unfortunately, it happens that we put the desire to grow even to the benefit of our flaws or ambitions. 3. Hence the need to correct our desires: to progress not for ourselves, but to make the most of the talents that the Lord has given us for the benefit of our neighbors and to introduce the light of the Gospel everywhere. As you can see, it is not a matter of extinguishing our desires, but of directing them well and bringing them to maximum fruition. 4. To make evil inclinations inoperative, it is necessary to practice the opposite virtues: to practice generosity towards the poor, to accept even the humblest services in our houses, to treat subordinates as if they were our superiors (they are representatives of God for us), mortification of the senses to cooperate with Christ to the redemption of the world. We should desire more and more to be the first in generosity, the first in humility, the first in treating everyone well, the first in mortifications and penances, the first in cooperating with Christ for the redemption of the world, the first in prayer, etc ... 5. St. Thomas says that the virtue opposite to ambition is magnanimity, which is always turned to the common and divine good. Therefore, we should not seek anything for ourselves, but for God, that is, in order for God to live in everyone, and for our neighbor. 6. Those with a big heart do not work hard because they want to feel superior to others. These people are not envious or arrogant, do not make the others feel their moral, intellectual or social superiority. They do not speak harshly or in a condescending tone. Someone who is magnanimous does not make the others feel that they are owe him something. Even when he does a lot, he knows that everything is a gift from God: "When you have done all that has been ordered to you, say: we are poor (useless) servants" (Lc 17:10). 7. It's a relentless fight. Many have understood that they cannot do without regular and frequent confession. It is not easy to be magnanimous. It is not easy to always have the mind turned towards the common and divine good. But it is on this ground that we gain holiness for the present life and greatness for our eternal future before

God. I remember you in prayer and I bless you. Father Angelo

[ask-serendipity-sky]

I can’t wrap my head around how jk is thriving under the same company that is neglecting/ mistreating jm. If they are a couple then how could he accept all of this massive push while watching his bf’s success get downplayed and suppressed? Not only that but the way he talked during his promo period was just so arrogant and cocky, he was talking as if he’s the only one deserving of such success which is just??? I don’t have a problem with hype pushing jk to the western marked like that but i have a problem with how they handled jimin’s promotions and all the issues with splitting his streams and deleting sales and not restocking the CDs, not to mention the complete silence after his number one and the shady articles! Their first priority was to get a number one for jk instead of keeping lc stable. Jk also only got motivated to work after jm got a number one which rubbed me the wrong way because i know how competitive he is. That’s what made me stop believing in jikook. I could never imagine watching my partner’s success be halted like that so that i can get bigger and better things.

Hi anon,

And your thoughts are valid since we don't know the thought process behind Jk's decision or Jimin's decision.

Saying that it's done for love seems incredibly dumb to me because Jimin is the one who hasn't gotten anything from this.

I don't have a problem with Jk getting pushed in the west, or a problem with Jk's choice of words. I only have a problem with the way Jimin has been treated, the way Jimin is viewed as the one to beat by everyone, and the way people downplay and romanticize what is happening.

This is something that I can't comprehend but I think that with time, we will know because things have a direction already but nothing is moving yet.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

#skyasks #jimin #sabotage