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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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I have a fluffy thought about skz Hyung line, and was wondering what signs they would show when they’re in love with someone 🥺❤️ like it makes me bust an uwu thinking about them being so sweet with someone

signs stray kids would show when they're in love (hyung line)

genre: fluff + romance

word count: 0.8k

warnings: they're all simps (but yall knew that anyway 😚)

please like and reblog if you enjoy <3

bangchan

he catches himself falling for you when he's smiling like an idiot every time he receives a text from you. his dimples are on full display as he reads the simple, sweet message you sent him

he's a simp and he can't help it

with you, in person, he feels like h can relax with you and let his inner self come to life

constant conversations and speculations and rants about his favourite shows and what happened at work that day and what's the best takeaway food, etc etc... chan is very good at talking, we know this. but he feels like talking with you he is able to express himself fully and be his dorky self <3

will initiate physical contact (shyly, at first.) he's very physically affectionate and even if you're not dating, if you guys are really close friends and he has these intense feelings for you, he can't help but ask you if you're comfortable with him being physically affectionate

and when you say yes, he's bashful about it. will initiate little touches here and there, which seems to brew up an electric kind of tension. and god, does he love it

overall, the main sign that he is in love is the way he looks at you - such genuine admiration in those adoring eyes

minho

he tries to control these light, happy feelings that keep bubbling up when he sees you

but he can't. not for too long

a bashful smile, and a playful side-eye. perfect glares and jeering remarks and oh, how he loves your interactions.

in fact, he lives for them; gushing over them like he's never had a crush before. because he knew deep down this was something much more.

he's a tease - his daring nature and mocking humour mixed with his cute and awkward execution seemed to add to his charm, if that was even humanly possible. he just had it all.

but his wicked games and playful habits don't fool anyone. the tips of his ears turning red and the persistent sparkle in his eyes give him away. he's not fooling anyone.

and despite his somewhat interesting mannerisms, you tend to soften his usual harshness. he would be more sensitive to your thoughts and wants to learn about your opinions on things

he feels like he can talk forever with you because the conversation between you both flows so naturally, which is a realisation that makes his heart skips a beat

he just feels like you get him

changbin

he's subtler than the rest

and for him, 'love' is such a deep emotion. he does fall for someone easily - this someone needs to have something truly special about them in order for binnie to fall for them. after all, he knows and likes a lot of people, being the social butterfly he is

so when he is in love, he's likely to want to be around you a whole lot more

spending most if not all his time with you

inviting you out to meet his friends

he wants you to be involved in his social life, even if you are on the quieter side. he just views you as such an important person in his life that it only makes sense for him to introduce you to those he speaks so highly of

there a times were he catches himself thinking more romantically than he ever thought he would - he's captivated by your laugh, the way it lingers and hangs and ingrains itself in his heart

and soon he is not so subtle with his love for you, finding it so incredibly easy to compliment you on everything you do. he praises you even when you don't deem yourself worthy of praise

he's a very happy man indeed

hyunjin

he has tunnel vision

it seems you are the only one who matters to him. yes, you're the only one he sees in a crowded room. yes, you're the only one whose opinions matter to him

he wants to be close with you and only you - and he actively seeks out that closeness

you fascinate him immensely. your thoughts, feelings, speculations on life, opinions on death - the whole package, that's what he wants to know. so if he asks you questions upon questions, it's because he is interested, and could listen to you talk for ages

enthralled by your beauty, your life, your approach to people around you

maybe he romanticises things too much with his pages of poetry about the pattern in your eyes

or the watercolours he paints, attempting to capture the curves in your face, the tone of your skin he's addicted to, the body he can't help but trail his eyes over when he sees you

but he's frustrated as he writes and paints because he knows it won't be the same. it doesn't capture the perfectness that is you.

skz taglist: @hearts4sungie, @seokshineswiftie, @alyszaen, @jtrstp, @a-wandering-stay, @hyungenie5, @anyamaris, @acciocriativity, @chammak-challokys

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adaptacy · 5 months

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Gale has me in a chokehold, I love his nerdy ass. If you're accepting requests, can I request some angst but then fluff with him? It may just be my own insecure self, but what if his fem Tav still felt insecure and not worthy of him after he spoke to Mystra? Like she tries to smile and nod, but she's actually worried he still has feelings for Mystra?

hiii! so i wanted to actually get to this part before writing for it so i could experience full context instead of just watching a yt vid (200 hrs in the game and i *just* got there... albeit it was with durge tav in an evil playthru (one of like 4 playthrus i've started cause i have no self control), but i got there nonetheless) so sorry for taking a while!! but here you go ^^

Word count: 2k

"Back on mortal soil once more," he exhales, eyes slightly narrowed in a tense discomfort. He doesn't meet your eye, and his lips part in a doubtful smile, as if he isn't sure whether he's awake or experiencing some sort of dream. He blinks, and meets your gaze, his smile dimming – you’re not sure if it’s the result of a forced calmness, or a natural relaxation in his muscles. “I can’t believe I saw her– after all this time,” he nearly chuckles the statement out, and you suppress a cringe, desperately scanning his features for reassurance before you allow yourself to grow unreasonably anxious.

But he seems caught in a state of wonder, his eyes bearing an uncommon light in them – perhaps due to the astral scenery he just returned from, or, more likely, it could be an emotional occurrence. Either way, it stings, and you hate the way your stomach churns, hanging onto what feels like a thinning thread. He’s grown closer and closer to rejecting her, every new discovery being one more small, but necessary, push away from his faith, from any lingering feelings of affection for the goddess.

You couldn’t help but feel as though this was a setback. That, maybe, seeing her again, speaking with her again – maybe it reminded him of a time that you knew he missed. A time that, prior to your relationship with him and a few important facts he’d learned about her, he spoke so incredibly fondly of. He stays quiet, pondering the conversation, and you only feel your fearful anticipation growing more with his silence.

In an effort to break it, you muster up enough courage to speak. “A little intimidating,” you try to chuckle, but it only comes out as a painfully stressed hum, followed shortly by an intense urge to withdraw from the conversation, but you manage to override your anxiety’s desires.

Gale does manage to chuckle, again, nearly effortlessly – especially compared to your own failed attempt. “Powerful, wasn’t it? Magical, just– entirely magical,” he practically swoons, and you force a smile, tearing your gaze away from him. He continues speaking, and usually you’d be keen on listening to his every word, but you can’t help but tune him out. Even so, you can still hear the excitement in his tone, despite refusing to pick up on the words.

You’re not sure how long he continues for, though you know it ends, because you feel fingers on your chin, and he angles your head slightly back towards him, forcing your attention back to him. He’s wearing a frown now, and you blink, pulling your head away from his touch. “Sorry. Just – not feeling well.”

“Not feeling well? Damn it, I knew that meat platter was a foul idea. Tavern hardly held a shine, I’m hesitant to believe their appetizers were truly safe for consumption. We should return to camp.” He nods, lowering his hand and offering it to you, and although you feel bad for not disproving his assumptions, you take his hand and go along with the lie, walking back towards your camp.

It isn’t a very long walk, which is most fortunate; you’re hardly eager to strike up conversation, and had it been any longer of a journey, you’re sure that Gale would question your silence. Eventually, you return, and the area is empty, save for the usual occupants that never really left camp. Everyone else was out either exploring the city, settling down for food, finding entertainment, or bargaining with merchants to pawn off the unnecessary equipment they’d picked up.

Gale didn’t bother making a request or saying anything before immediately leading you to his tent, directing you to sit on one of the few cushions that littered the blue rug on the floor. You did as he asked, and he looked around the camp, focusing more on the area around Shadowheart’s tent, though his search for her was ultimately fruitless, so instead he knelt before you, the back of his hand pressing against your forehead. “Not particularly warm, certainly not alarmingly so – though I’m no medic, I do believe I’ve enough experience to deem you unafflicted by any fever. What are your symptoms?”

“Symptoms?” You repeat, and Gale squints, clicking his tongue.

“Mental fogginess,” he remarks, and you finally shake your head, looking off to the side.

“I’m not sick,” you confess, knowing that he’s bound to ask questions, but deciding you’d rather be honest than have him worry about your physical well-being.

“Now, there’s no reason to hide it. I’m sure that even a divine being would have gotten some strand of illness from that – what was it? A space hamster? And a mighty undercooked one, at that. I’m merely glad you’re still conscious,” he teases, leaning forward and holding your chin, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.

You pull back, shaking your head once more. “I’m serious. I’m not sick. I just – I don’t know,” you sigh, scooting back and frowning. “It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it? All that stuff with Mystra?”

Gale eases back, reading your expression a second time to ensure you weren’t trying to deceive him. Once he’s sure, he lowers himself fully to his knees, and then grabs another cushion for himself to sit on. He thinks over your words, and ultimately nods. “Indeed. Rather unsettling. To now know that the weave I’ve had inside of me for so long is nothing more – and always has been nothing more – than a mystery to me, it’s… unsettling,” he repeats, bending a knee and placing his elbow on it, his thumb running over the hairs on his jaw.

“She’s been lying to you,” you murmur, and Gale eyes you, his expression that of some internal conflict. A conflict you fear you may be losing, even if he’d never admit it to you.

“As sadistic as it may appear, she had her reasons. Reasons we may never grasp or understand, but reasons, I’m sure. It’s no matter. Granting my disease a name does little to change said disease – or the expectations that come along with it. If I please her, if I fulfill her request of me, I will be rid of it. Free. At last. Though her actions may seem tyrannical to most, you must understand that it is quite a generous offer she is granting me,” he explains, his head tilting as he watches your reaction, though you’re putting too much effort into disguising your true concerns for him to pick up on them.

“Are you going to give it to her?” You ask, silently pleading for a denial -- for a firm and unwavering ‘No.’

“Of course. I have to,” he chuckles nervously, and whatever hope may have been contained in your expression quickly fades, and you have to break eye contact with him. “My love, this may be my only means of safety. Of securing a future. Should I refuse her, my very life would be on the line. And the miracles that have kept this orb from rupturing thus far – Mystra’s miracles, might I add – I would be left completely without.” He reaches forward, taking a hold of your hands, and you begrudgingly look back at him. “How could I possibly deny the chance at a future with you? I would be a madman.”

His words ease you, even if the effect is incredibly slight. You squeeze his hands, and he squeezes back, his small smile brimming with hope. It’s a pleasant emotion to see him with – one that you haven’t truly seen before. The closest has been eagerness, such as the kind he displayed when you learned of, and eventually obtained, the very book that caused this meeting with his goddess. “What if she forgives you?” You whisper, your insecurity underlining every syllable, and if you weren’t so afraid, your shame would have surely manifested in the color on your cheeks.

Gale pauses, his eyebrows pushing inward as he processes your words a few times over. “If she forgives me?”

“If she calls on you to be her chosen. If you give her the crown, and she excuses your disputes. I want a future with you too, I do. I just… fear a future haunted by her. I want you, exactly as you are.” You inhale, and it’s shaky, but it’s too late to turn back now. “If she forgives you, will you be at her beck and call?”

He smiles again, but it’s nearly a smile of pity. A smile that instills you with a pinch in your throat, daring you to cry. One of his hands slips out of yours, and for a moment, you believe that this is it – that he’ll confess his plans to return to her side, to embrace his faith once more, to leave you behind at the assurance of greener, holier, pastures. But instead, his hand tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and then holds the right side of your face, his hold warm and comforting. “Once I am cured, once all of this is over – the only person I wish to be ‘chosen’ by is you. I confess that, had I not met you, the outcome may be different.”

Despite the small, mildly reassured smile on your face, and your leaning into his palm, you still contain some worry for the future. And so, against the understanding that you should know better than to wonder, you ask “Different how?”

He sighs, squeezing your hand again. “Before the tadpoles, before you, before any of this – I had always believed that I’d never be free of her influence. She occupied my mind much like our little larva pilots do now. To control the weave – to channel and embrace the weave is to embrace Mystra. Pieces of her, at least. Though it’s hard to feel a piece of her and not reflect on a time when I could feel all of her. Had I any choice in the matter, I would remove her completely from my life. But I am no man without my past, and even less of one without the magic that I have been so consistently entwined with. And yet, it’s with you that I feel unburdened by her expectations, by her authority and judgment.” Gale leans forward, and you do too, your forehead against his. His eyes close, and yours do as well, merely enjoying the closeness, and the gentleness in his tone, the comfort that his words bring. “With you I forget my goddess. I forget my past, I forget my flaws, I forget my mistakes. I have a purpose now. One beyond being a vessel. One beyond being a subservient lapdog for the will of a deity.”

When you open your eyes, you find Gale’s open as well, and he watches your lips, debating something. You grant him a moment to think, and he decides to act, pulling you a little closer for a chaste kiss, allowing it to linger before he pulls back once more, the curl of his lips more assured now.

“I would suffer at the hands of her fate a thousand times over if it meant finding you again in just one life. You, dearest, are the one who my heart worships. Even if I speak the tongue of the weave or spin her spells, I know what love truly is – unparalleled, earnest, generous love – because of you, and only you. Should Mystra find herself munificent enough to shell out a fragment of forgiveness for me, she will, quite quickly, understand I have no interest in being her compliant plaything anew. If Elminster is a case that instills any flavor of wariness, I do believe I’d be better off without such an expansive lifespan, and… intense enthrallment in cheese,” he chuckles, pulling a laugh from you as well. When that laugh trails off, he cuts it short with a kiss, this one lasting a little longer than the one prior.

“Just us two, then? After all of this?” You ask when the kiss is broken, and he smirks, shrugging.

“Us two and my Tressym, of course. I promise that she’s much better company than a goddess.”

“Of course. I can certainly live with that."

#gale dekarios #gale dekarios bg3 #gale dekarios x reader #gale baldurs gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #fuck mystra #i hate her so much

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abiiors · 9 months

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three's a party 🍸// george daniel x reader x ross macdonald

a/n: hi. thank you so much to my darlings @bookish-strawberry and @ughgoaway for helping me with some of the scenes!!! this is quite tame compared to some of the others i read for "research" but it is still quite...porny. this note is so long, but i'm just rambling because i'm nervous!!! anyway, here, have this unholy piece of writing with barely any plot

cw: threesome (obv), "good girl" and other feminine words/pronouns, uhhhh...yeah, just. general nastiness.

wc: 3.6k

the pub lights are dim, ambient. people chatter around you in low volume, a friendly humdrum of couples out on date nights and old friends catching up, it’s nice—this place. the food is good, the alcohol is even better; the playlist is just the right mix of sensual and exciting. absolutely perfect for a casual first date.

except for the man in front of you who drones on and on and on about one thing or the other—none of which you have given two shits about in your entire existence. but now you have to sit there and pretend that the local football team—the bulls or the foxes or some other inane animal—are the most riveting conversation you’ve ever had.

you also have to pretend like you haven’t been checking out other people sitting at the bar, laughing and joking and having way more fun than you in general—the group of drunk girls out on a friday night, couples on dates, two men sat at the edge of the bar who haven't stopped glancing your way since you first walked in.

a blond and a brunet, one with a sharp, clean-shaven face, the other with a softer face and a thick, dark beard. one with close-cropped and buzzed hair, the other with long hair tied up. two ends of the spectrum, yet they both have the same aura of je ne sais quoi about them. it’s tempting, distracting. and certainly a million times better than whatever’s happening in front of you.

every time one of them looks over at you, you lower your eyes coyly, pretend to be engrossed in a conversation with your date—nodding along to whatever he’s saying and laughing when he pauses expectantly. it’s truly a testament to his intelligence that he hasn’t caught up to your little game yet.

the blond man looks at you again, intense eyes and a full pink mouth. his eyes linger, lazily staring you from head to toe in your tight black first-date dress. then out the corner of your eye, you watch him mumble something to his friend.

he’s a bit subtle, turning only slightly and checking you out from the corner of his eyes, making sure he doesn’t get caught every time you look over in their general direction.

your date clears his throat.

“so i was thinking we could get one more drink and…take this back to my place?”

well… shit

“i had a lot of fun…” you begin, trying to hide the wince in your words but your date’s face falls as realisation finally dawns. “but i don’t—”

“so you’ve wasted my time then,” he cuts you off, nostrils flaring in anger as he clutches his beer pint harder than necessary.

“excuse me?”

“bitch,” he spits under his breath yet you hear it clearly.

all you can do is roll your eyes at his petulance. the glasses clatter as he stands up abruptly, gathering the attention of a few people nearby. you’re beyond feeling any sort of embarrassment; and why should you? it’s not you making a scene.

“classy,” you mutter, taking a leisurely sip of your aperol spritz.

it’s great, no reason for you to ruin a perfectly good evening for a little bitch baby. in your peripheral vision, the two men snicker. the rational part of your brain knows they’re laughing at an inside joke; nothing to do with you. but your delusional brain can’t stop imagining the two of them listening in on your conversation, smirking at your date’s little temper tantrum. you take your own sweet time finishing your drink after he leaves. he’s already out of your mind before he’s even halfway across the pub. you can finally indulge in your other pursuits after all.

“well, that was a pathetic date."

it's after fifteen minutes when you've sought solace in the first floor balcony of the pub. a few people loiter in the nooks and corners, making out and sneaking quick puffs of cigarettes, some wait for their turn to use the loo. some linger in search of peace.

you focus your attention on the stranger.

his voice is deep, deeper than you would have imagined. there’s a gravelly and rough edge to it that makes his words skitter down your bones. even just the way he walks towards you, slow and leisurely, has you hypnotised and transfixed on him. but you won’t be swayed so easily.

“are you always this straightforward with strangers?”

he comes to a stop a few inches away from you and leans against the railing; his body mirroring yours. his spicy cologne permeates the air around you. it's a struggle to not inhale sharply and get a lungful of it. even in your heels, you’re a good few inches shorter than him.

“no,” he shrugs and the movement makes his arm brush against yours ever so slightly, “i guess you caught my eye.”

you attribute the goosebumps on your arms to the chilly night air even as a small voice in your head reminds you that it’s august.

“george,” he extends a hand. it’s big, rough-looking with callouses all over his palms. either he’s a gym rat with pretty show muscles, or… you can’t exactly place the or. but it leads to quite a few interesting theories.

“your…friend didn’t come out with you?”

the man—george—raises an eyebrow, either at the way you leave his hand hanging in mid-air or at the mention of his friend but he does a rather good job of hiding his surprise. if he even felt any, to begin with.

“why? you’re more interested in my friend?”

a small part of you almost purrs in delight at the tinge of jealousy in his tone. good, possessive men know how to make nights like these into memorable ones. his fingers curl slightly, ready to put the extended hand down. the nicotine stains on them should have put you off a long time ago. instead, you find yourself looking at those fingers; imagining things you really shouldn’t.

“you always answer questions with more questions?” you bite your bottom lip, letting just the hint of a smile ghost over your mouth. let him work to figure out your tone. your intentions.

george chuckles deeply, sucking air between his teeth, and about to say something when you hear the second set of footsteps. these are imperceptibly heavier, almost like you know who it is…

a smirk curls up your mouth as george turns around to look at—

“ross…” he says quietly.

possessive men know how to have wild nights.

possessive men are also…incredibly easy to predict.

george is behind you, pressed up against your naked ass, hard and thick. the only thing that separates you are his cotton brief. it only took you fifteen minutes to decide to take both the men home with you. and judging from the minimum resistance you got from either of them, one thing is clear—this isn’t their first rodeo.

“you feel this, darling?,” george whispers, mouth brushing over the shell of your ear while rolling your nipple softly between his fingers.

it’s a lot of stimulation. it’s the good kind of stimulation, the kind that has your toes curling and your thighs shaking. and if it weren’t for the other man kneeling between your legs, holding you up with his hand on your hips, you would have fallen to your knees a long time ago.

“mm–yes, fuck, it feels good,” you moan, head rolling back to rest against george’s chest. your fingers are tangled up in ross’ hair, long graceful fingers twisting and turning traces of his soft hair between them, guiding him as he licks and sucks your clit until you’re nothing but a wet trembling mess.

ross won’t be outdone so easily. he hums against you, sending vibrations that shoot through your entire body at lightning speed. “is he making you feel better than i am, baby?” he pouts, stopping entirely.

his beard glistens in the ambient lights of the room as he stares at you with intense, blown-out eyes. a whine escapes you, your fingers tighten in his hair—tugging at it harshly and making him groan. it’s so close to your cunt, enough for you feel it but not close enough. you writhe against george, trying to thrust your hips back into ross’ face, trying to get him to continue. but george tsks.

“not before you answer him, baby.” his fingers are back to pinching your nipples; pain and pleasure blending in together in a heady mix. “don’t we deserve to know?”

his voice is gruffer than before, barely restrained—a man so used to commanding people that it rolls off his tongue effortlessly.

ross smirks when you mumble something incoherently, ready to finish what he started but george is not satisfied. “use your words, darling.”

it sends a spark of desperate annoyance through you, clearing the fog in your brain. “ross is better,” you grit out, guiding the man back between your legs smirking at the way george tenses behind you.

for someone who seems so calm and composed he certainly has a competitive streak…

ross grazes his teeth against you, licking it after—almost like a reward for declaring him the winner. you throw a leg over his shoulder, hissing at the way his tongue has better access now, crying out when he swipes his fingers against your folds almost lazily.

you suck in a sharp breath, ready to cry out again but the scream dies in your throat. rather, it’s strangled—literally—by george wrapping his free hand around it, applying pressure to the sides.

“you want to be a brat?” he tsks again, “she wants to be a brat, ross.”

ross laughs breathlessly, letting go of you for just a second, “you’re just a sore loser.” he smirks, eyes alight with mirth. there’s a hint of danger in them, not the kind you sense in george—one that comes with a touch of sadism. ross’ brand of danger feels more arrogant. someone who knows what effect he has on people, on women. he’s not a taker. he’s a giver. and right now, he looks at you like he’d give anything to watch you fall apart with his name on your lips.

the almost lack of oxygen has your head spinning, combined with the knot pulled taut in your stomach—it’s almost impossible to stand up, to make your legs hold you up. but that’s what george is here for.

his fingers adapt a rougher pace, pinching and flicking your nipples, matching ross’s movements. your mind feels like it’s torn both ways, fighting hard to keep track of two sensations, two feelings. it’s too much.

a string of curses fall from your lips. “gonna cum,” you plead, struggling against ross, desperately trying to get more and more and so much more. “can i cum, please. please–fuck.”

“what should we do, george?” ross hums, ignoring you entirely. his nails dig into your ass, feeling up the curves and the firm muscles. you are nothing but a toy in his hands, for him to use and control. all your bossiness from before melts away as soon as george snakes a hand around your waist, stroking ross’ head and guiding it the way he wants to.

ross doesn’t resist, he only chuckles, making you cry out pleas once again.

“have you earned it, sweetheart?” george asks, whispery rough voice burrowing on the insides of your skull.

have you?

you nod, or try to at least. it’s hard when your head rests limply on his chest, throat gripped between his hands.

“please, yes. i’ll do what you want, pl–fuck, fuck.”

“whatever we want?”

“whatever yo–you want.”

“go on then,” george pinches your nipple, twisting it between his fingers, “give him a taste.”

he’s barely halfway through the sentence when you scream out incoherently, falling apart as waves after waves of pleasure hit you all at once. everything goes white for a split second, all that remains is intoxicating pleasure. you have no sense of time, of self. only that one man holds you up as the other laps at your folds greedily, licking away every last drop of what you have to offer.

“want a taste?” ross smirks. his voice sounds like it’s coming from somewhere under water. you’re unsure if you can stand up on your own just yet. vestiges of the orgasm course through you, heady and hot. “she’s fucking sweet, george, like honey.”

ross stands up, right in front of you, tall and imposing. and for the first time, you’re between both of them, feeling their sweaty skin on yours, inhaling them greedily.

“open your mouth,” he commands, fingers taking hold of your chin and roughly tilting it up. you know what’s coming as you watch the sinister half-smile on his face. and oh how delightlfully right you are.

the moment you open your mouth for him, ross spits in it; saliva mixed with your slick still coating his tongue.

“good girl,” he whispers, turning your face to george who captures your mouth in a rough kiss. his tongue flicks on the insides of your mouth, searching, tasting you and ross together. he moans, satisfied. “now about that promise…”

“be a good girl and get on all fours”

it’s a shock to you how ross takes charge when he wants to. george doesn’t contradict him, he only watches with vague amusement as you try holding yourself up on shaking arms and legs, drenched in sweat and thighs sticky with your own slick.

your entire body buzzes with adrenaline, shivers racking down your spine, still needy for more and more, still wanting to please the men who have been pleasing you for… what feels like hours now.

“now,” george says, walking up to you and stopping just in front of you, “you can take both of us, can’t you?”

you peer up at george, tall and imposing george who looks at you with such blatant lust that it makes a tiny moan slip out of you. you can, you have been dying to do just that. now you look at him through your eyelashes and through the sweaty hair sticking to your forehead, falling in your eyes.

“yes,” you nod eagerly, “please, yes.”

the men smile, all teeth and hardness and intensity—it’s intoxicating. almost hypnotising, you get on your knees, hand drifting between your legs one more time just to feel the friction again but ross is quicker.

“ah–ah!” he quickly catches your wrist, before it’s even reached past your navel. “that’s our job, darling. all you need to do is get on all fours and look pretty.”

“but she already is so pretty,” george tsks, palming himself through his briefs. his cock is a stark, thick outline that stands out, making you drool. if he already looks so big and delicious then how good would it be to feel him on your tongue and stretching out your mouth?

the moment stretches on—you on all fours, on trembling, shaky limbs, waiting there like a good little slut for either one of these men to fill you up.

george continues to play with himself, fingers dipping in and out of the waistband of his underwear, touching and teasing. until finally he pulls his boxers down. you watch, transfixed as george shamelessly pumps himself in front of you, head thrown back, throaty moans echoing in the room as he slides his fist around his cock. you stare, eager and waiting, almost leaning forward.

behind you, ross is silent. you can almost imagine him staring at the scene in front of him in awe and lust. you try to imagine it from his perspective. your dripping swollen cunt right in front of him growing wetter still the more you watch george.

“don’t tease,” you almost whine, unable to take more of this. you need to know what he tastes like. and you need it now.

“eager, are we?” george asks, walking up to you. “are you not pleasing her enough, ross?” he tuts and ross chuckles; throaty and distracted.

you get little warning before you feel ross sliding a finger up your slit, lazily collecting your wetness and then the tell-tale sound of his tongue lapping it up from his fingers. it’s filthy and disgusting, it makes you arch your back and drives you almost crazy with want.

“i could do better than your hand.” your grin matches george’s who comes to a stop in front of you.

“guess she likes me better, ross.”

ross huffs, “we’ll see.”

before you have the chance to respond, ross draws a hiss of pleasure out of you. his length drags against your cunt, almost between your ass cheeks, sliding just the tip in. no further. red, hot need spears through you. if the men are determined to tease and taunt you then it’s for you to take matters into your own hands.

before george can registers it, you cup a hand around his ass, pulling him forward until his cock practically rests on your face.

a thick vein runs along the side, pulsating, practically inviting you to trace it with your sharp fingernail. you let your tongue swirl over his slit, humming at the salty taste of his precum. george moans as the vibrations of your hum hit. ross moves his hips slowly, almost pulling out before slamming into you fully. the force of it has you choking on george, gagging around him, drooling messily.

“breathe,” he commands softly, stroking your hair. you do as he tells you, relaxing your throat more and letting his weight rest on your tongue.

the sides of your mouth burn from the stretch, black, glittery mascara tears stain your face. and yet all you care about is this, here, now. it’s fullness like you’ve never experienced before, delicious and thick, drawing out gasps and moans from you that mix with his grunts.

“such a perfect girl,” he coos, “isn’t she ross? doesn’t she feel fucking great?”

ross hums behind you, thrusting into you again at a steady pace. shameless need and lust pools in your belly, bleeds through your veins as you trace along george’s cock with your tongue. his fingers remain tangled in your hair, guiding you, commanding you to please him as he wishes.

you hollow our your cheeks, licking and sucking until his hips move in much the same pace as ross’ do.

ross’ hand snakes up your waist, between your legs again, finding your clit again to rub and pinch, to make you whine. each one of his flicks makes you moan around george, sending small hums of pleasure right up his spine. he looks blissed out, head rolling and eyes half-lidded. a surge of pride runs through you at the sight.

ross’ fingers dig into your hips, bruising the soft flesh. twinges of pain intertwine with sparks of pleasure as he pushes in, stretching you out and filling you in.

“taking me so well, sweetheart,” he praises. the term of endearment from his mouth makes your knees weak and your legs tremble but ross holds you up, slamming into you until he bottoms out again and again.

flesh slaps against flesh—rhythmic sounds punctuated by guttural grunts. the position you’re in allows ross to thrust deeper each time, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. if your mouth weren’t otherwise occupied, he would have had you mewling by now. but that doesn’t mean you don’t let out the occasional whimpers as you continue to bob your head up and down george’s dick.

the man is close, you can tell. his cock twitches and spasms in your mouth. he has lost some of his rhythm, hips bucking wildly as he chases his pleasure. you can’t help but caress the base of his cock with your hand, moving it lower to softly squeeze his balls.

“shit–shit,” he curses loudly, “do that again.”

so you oblige, letting your nails graze on the sensitive skin. within seconds, you feel his hold tightening in your hair. george fucks your mouth with wild abandon, careless thrusts—he couldn't care less about the drool dribbling down your chin, about your tear-stained face. the burn around your lips.

“gonna cum, darling, doing so well,” he grounds out. your own body mirrors the feelings as ross continues to thrust faster and faster.

the knot in your stomach tightens, blood pumps through your veins, infused with lightning until the bitter-salty taste of cum fills your mouth. george cums, groaning loudly and shooting spurts of his release down your throat that you lap up hungrily. some of it dribbles down the side of your chin but you don’t swallow just yet. instead, you open your mouth wide open for him to have a look.

“you’re killing me,” he swears, trying to get a grip on himself. only then do you swallow, whining loudly when ross pinches your clit, kneading the bundle of nerves in rough circles.

“go on,” he commands, “cum for us. wanna feel you around me before i fill you up.”

it only takes one more thrust from ross before you’re almost falling down face first from the force of the orgasm that hits you. vaguely you’re aware of ross cumming inside you, of it spilling down your thighs, mixing with your own release. vaguely you’re aware of george falling to his knees in front of you, legs still spasming as he watches you fall apart again and again.

you cry out something unintelligent—perhaps their names, perhaps something else. the world blacks out, until slow, blurred images creep back into your line of sight.

the beginning of the night, the pathetic date is long gone from your mind. right now all you can think of is ecstacy.

and then perhaps a round two.

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oldworldghost · 7 months

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Are requests still open? If yes could we maybe see a jealous P please? Like he’s learning his emotions and he learns he doesn’t like jealousy or something

Jealous Pinocchio! ☆

↳ Hello nonnie! Requests are indeed still open, and I love jealousy prompts >:3 also sorry to everyone who has sent in a request that I haven't answered yet, I have been sick and busy, well, playing the game </3 Under the cut because this is a long boy

➸ Okay so jealousy with Pinocchio obviously depends, much like you said, on how human he is; how much he knows about not only his own emotions, but emotions in general. It's because of this that, at first, there really isn't a lot of instances of jealousy on his part, and what instances there may be are not going to be immediately recognisable as such. And of course this is due to the fact that Pinocchio just doesn’t have a good grasp on his own emotions initially; he knows he’s feeling something and that that something is almost unpleasant, he just doesn’t know what to do with it or even what to call it.

➸ The main way jealousy at first manifests with Pinocchio is a little off putting, almost. You could probably mistake it for a sort of increased protectiveness; when he sees you talking to someone he stands close, glares at the other person or just watches like a hawk for the duration of the conversation. He doesn’t say anything or really do anything and it gets a little creepy. Don’t get me wrong, Pinocchio doesn’t mean it in a bad way whatsoever – he just wants your attention – but to everyone else it looks like he’s waiting for whoever you’re talking to to suddenly attack or something. It’s his eyes that do it, they’re so dead that is just doesn’t inspire any form of ease when it happens. Luckily, these instances are rare and fairly easy to handle. Just give him your attention and he’ll relax. And of course, as he grows this habit of his simmers down and changes.

➸ [Honestly though this could be so funny too because like, despite the fact that it’s both unnerving and rare I imagine that everyone would eventually end up catching on to what’s happening and god they have a field day with it. Especially Venigni. He doesn’t mean any harm but seeing Pinocchio look like he’s going to combust on the spot is a little bit funny. Do the rest help enable Venigni and this habit? Maybe, maybe. Eugénie is the main co-conspirator here.]

➸ As Pinocchio changes and becomes more human he settles into his feelings more, he learns and grows to not only feel them but process and identify them. And this, of course, goes for jealousy as well. Through both his own experiences and talking with humans Pinocchio is able to realise that yeah, he’s felt jealousy. That that's what that uncomfortable tightness was. However what is most interesting is that the more human Pinocchio becomes the more jealous he finds himself getting, and on a more regular basis. A part of this is because there is an increasing depth to his character and emotions, so naturally they grow more intense, but the more important part is the growing cause of his jealousy; that being his nature as both puppet and human.

➸ Now I do believe that Pinocchio never had an inherent desire to be human, and that it was something he strove to become because he believed that his father would want him as one, and because as a “special puppet” it would only make sense for him to try and change his nature. And so what Pinocchio was or should be never quite bothered him at first - more just filled him with a sense of confusion – but as he grows more human the more he genuinely wants to be one, and your relationship with him plays a major part in that and his jealousy. You see, Pinocchio wants humanity so he can truly love you, but it is this growing humanity and desire that places the weight of what he really is on him; a puppet and as such not enough.

➸ It is jealousy born of insecurity, the more he tries to change the more his faults become apparent to him. His perceived inability to emote, to understand; the disconnect between himself and you, the gap that Pinocchio wonders if he will ever be able to truly close. He is worried, very much so, about being replaced or cast aside, because if the choice came up between himself and someone fully human, well, why on earth would you chose him? This insecurity is only heightened post game, where – and of course spoilers – Pinocchio has been betrayed by his own father, the person he thought loved him despite his being a puppet. I don’t want to build it up too much, but being told you’re only there to be replaced and that you’re not enough by someone who you trusted has to leave its mark, especially when you share memories with the person you were supposed to be only to realise that they were never enough either. Like, yeah. Ouch!

➸ Of course as Pinocchios’ emotions grow so do the rest of his abilities, including being able to tell what he truly does vs doesn’t like feeling. He could always kind of do it, but now he is able to fully articulate the why of it, and jealousy has landed itself into the category of “I Do Not Like This”. Now that itself is fairly obvious, no one likes being jealous, but the main reason its there for Pinocchio is because it makes him feel bad, almost guilty. To him jealousy indicates a lack of trust in partners, but the kicker is that he does trust you. Despite everything that’s happened Pinocchio places his full trust and faith in you day after day, or at least he thinks he does, and on top of that even if you did end up finding someone better and/or leaving he would have no right to stop you. If you wanted to it would break Pinocchios heart, but he would let go because he would hate to try and control you; to force you into something you don’t want to be in. And so not only does his own jealousy make him feel bad but it confuses him greatly, because Pinocchio knows that he can’t control you and that he can trust you, so why does he still get that sinking feeling when he sees you with someone else? [It’s the unresolved issues, but you didn’t hear that from me]

➸ On a lighter note though, while Pinocchios jealousy is heightened and most frequent post-game it will naturally simmer out, much like how the whole protective-jealousy phase did. That is not to say that it is a fast process, naturally it is slow and time consuming - and that in part is due to simply how many things there are to do now that his father and Simon are dead - but with the support of yourself and a few makeshift therapy session with Gemini and Sophia [i.e. literally just talking about what he’s feeling], it ends up being something that he can handle a fair bit better than before. Still a slow process, but manageable [also PAUSE imagine Gemini on a table and Pinocchio laying on a couch like they’re actually in a therapists office with Sophia taking notes].

➸ Anyway yes, the main thing that helps is through talking to you. It gets to a point – and rather quickly at that – where Pinocchio finds that he just really needs to tell you what he’s feeling. He feels bad about it, of course, but I think what he really needs to be told at first is that it’s just natural. People get jealous even if they don’t want to or mean to and sure maybe not like he does, but that is something that can be worked on. Pinocchio needs support in his own ways and for his own things, even if he might not necessarily want to admit it, but luckily Pinocchio can also a very transparent lover, especially after becoming human.

➸Okay to drag this whole thing on let’s back peddle a teeny bit. How jealousy manifests at the heightened point actually shares similarities with how it initially manifested. However instead of coming off as protective it very obviously comes off as jealousy mixed with something akin to fear, for reasons already discussed. He also develops the habit of just quite literally pulling you away from whoever you’re talking to and taking you somewhere else. Pinocchio does this under the guise of “I’m human now so I want to spend as much time with you as I can to bask in it” but it is very obviously just Not That. Or more not fully that, anyway. It does retain a little bit of the humour it originally had, and yes there’s still a little bit of poking fun and riling him up [especially from Venigni] but that is rare, mainly because it’s kind of also just sad that he feels the need to do it after everything they’ve all been through together. And Pinocchio knows rationally that none of them are going to try and “steal” you off him, for lack of a better word, but that rational thinking just doesn’t help much here. However this is also not the only habit that develops, sometimes Pinocchio will simply avoid you for a little, a sort of self pitying isolation mainly because he doesn’t want you to see him upset or jealous. None of the hotels residents know which one is worse to witness, honestly it might be a tie.

➸ Okay so on an actual actual lighter note [and because we cannot be here all day], once both Pinocchios’ relationship with his humanity is better his jealousy becomes something fairly rare, much like at the start. And by that point Pinocchio has also come to terms with it too, it’s a part of him he can accept and make peace with. After this, a lot of instances of it are just kind of cute. Like I will be absolutely real with you he is playing it up to get your attention; you’re getting puppy dog eyes, pouting, and in private Pinocchio’s going to go on some very light hearted spiel about how you no longer love him, all “woe is me” on you. As a human Pinocchio has grown a rather mischievous and sassy yet still gentlemanly personality and it so fucking shows here. A lot of these instances of jealousy are caused by, you guessed it, Pinocchio not getting enough attention, which is a little funny because by this point he’s very able to be alone by himself for a while. The other instances are people just getting too close [i.e. Venigni and Eugénie] or things of that ilk.

#HELP NONNIE THIS ENDED UP OVER 1.7K I AM SO SORRY SJKKDZFHG #also I am thinking of writing some fucking uh #pinocchio or venigni kink hcs would anyone be interested in either of those #Of course this is all a lot more complex than I have made it out to be but you get the idea #I really don't want to make an analysis here so sdkfjhgsdhf #also if this isn't coherent just do not tell me #lies of p #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #pinocchio #my writing

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vivmaek · 2 years

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SYNASTRY OBSERVATIONS

The Moon making negative aspects with Mercury is one of the largest indicators of mind games being at play. Healthy communication, which is absolutely necessary within a functioning relationship, is often lacking. One may feel overly criticized, and certain topics and conversations may trigger old wounds.

Jupiter Squaring Venus means the couple tends to overspend when together. They both play into each other's self indulgent fantasies. In the moment, these expensive ideas seem great and when played out it does lead to immense amounts of pleasure and luxury. However, when both come back home to their awaited bills, regret and heated arguments begin to set in.

I try not to fear monger within astrology, but please tread carefully if Mars square Mars is spotted. This aspect can indicate extreme power struggles and lots of tension. Domineering tactics may be used to exert control. I’ve seen things get nasty pretty quickly.

Having Venus in the sixth house may indicate working well together within a career. Both make great business partners and tackle the everyday hand in hand. Adopting many pets together or both dedicating themselves to a pet is also commonly seen with this synastry placement.

The Moon making positive aspects with Saturn is one of the best indicators of a healthy long-term relationship. Both individuals approach each other with patience and truly take the time to understand one another on a deeply emotional level. These types of relationships usually aren’t formed until later in life, but they are very much worth the wait.

The Moon making a positive aspect with Pluto indicates a sexual relationship that ilicates deep emotional bonds. Both individuals nourish each other on a soul level and the magnetic attraction is irresistible. This type of relationship is transformative and even if it comes to an end, both will walk away feeling healed.

Mercury making a positive aspect to Neptune indicates an artist-muse relationship. The Mercury person being the artist, and the Neptune person being the Muse. The muse awakens inspiration within the artist. The Neptune person is all the Mercury person can think about. Not in an obsessive or possessive manner, but rather in an effort to intensely understand.

Venus opposite North Node indicates a Romeo and Juliette type romance. These two people are meant to be together, but not during this lifetime.

Having the Sun, Moon, or Ascendent in Libra indicates a lovely relationship that has a natural sense of romance at the forecenter. Even as many years pass, the dinner dates and walks around the park never stop. This couple loves being in love, but most importantly they love being in love with each other. They often see other other as their perfect equal.

A fifth house house stellium feels like teenage love, this placement is usually found between two people experiencing romantic love for the first time. The chase is thrilling and both individuals are going to be the cheesiest versions of themselves around each other.

When someone's Moon falls into another person's third house, the Moon person knows what the house person is thinking about on an intuitive level!

Jupiter in the fourth house indicates having many children; raising a very large and happy family. This could also mean owning multiple homes, all scattered around the world. (This influence will be stronger if Jupiter is also positively aspecting the Sun or Moon)

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inbarfink · 3 months

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Okay, here’s a Thought I had just recently…

So, Iggins. Everyone hates Iggins. He’s designed to be one of the most instantly hateable characters ever featured on a show that’s already famously misanthropic. And this is done by just… making him just an intensely concentrated version of every Obnoxious Gamer Stereotype (and way before they were widespread in mainstream media. ‘Invader Zim’ truly WAS ahead of its time). Simple enough, right?

But there’s actually another dimension to the whole thing.

Because what is it exactly about Iggins that Gaz finds so annoying and loathsome?

Well, it is the fact that he starts long rambling ‘conversations’ despite her obvious lack of interest which are just him talking at her

Is incredibly self-aggrandizing and self-centered

He LITERALLY went 'and then everyone clapped!', this show was a head of it's time, I tell you!

And his delusion of grandeur is his justification for overriding Gaz's desires and taking what is rightfully hers.

And, like.... leaving outside the literal taking of the physical Game Slave.... these are also the primary reasons why she gets angry at Dib.

Iggins is just a more annoying Gamer Dib. He has all of Dib’s negative traits and especially the ones that tend to affect Gaz; the inattentiveness, the self-centeredness, the self-aggrandizing, the assumption that his needs' triumph everybody else. But with Iggins they farther exaggerated, and instead of the Paranormal, Iggins is obsessed with Gaz’s Special Interest.

That kinda makes him the perfect antagonist for Gaz. And also maybe demonstrate that Gaz’s problems with her brother, unlike the Rest of the World, don’t always stem from just him having Weird Interests. If Dib had more normative interests (or at least as normative as Gaz's) but he was still just as much of a self-centered blowhard at her as he usually is - she would still be just as pissed-off at him as usual.

#invader zim #iz #zim #gaz membrane #iz gaz #iz gaz membrane #invader zim gaz #gaz iz #gaz invader zim #dib membrane #invader zim dib #iz dib #dib iz #iz dib membrane #iggins

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA the asshole for trying to convince my roommate to break up with her boyfriend?

I (24 NB) live in a small apartment with three other roommates; my boyfriend, my best friend, and her boyfriend (all 24). My bestie and her boyfriend have been dating for over 4 years now, and my bf and I have lived with them for 3 of those years. Her boyfriend, who we will call Sean, has been slowly but surely becoming the problem roommate. In the past he was a fairly unobtrusive roommate, as his intense gaming addiction kept him holed up in the office for days at a time. However, as he has started changing his home behavior post grad school, the remaining 3 of us, bestie included, have begun to find him wildly intolerable. Bestie and Sean own 3 cats together, while my bf and I have 1. My cat is 9 months old and definitely the craziest out of the cats. He spends a lot of time roughhousing with their 3 girl cats, and while he has never broken any skin or caused serious injury of any kind, they definitely yowl and express their displeasure when they aren’t in the mood for play fighting. Sean finds this behavior on the part of my cat to be infuriating. He’s even said out loud to me that my cat makes him “irrationally angry”. He’s the only one of us unemployed but refuses to get a job (as if he did, his parents would no longer support him financially). Due to this, he spends the most time at home with the cats out of any of us. When I have seen him react to the cats fighting, he has screamed, thrown things, and beat his fists against the wall or headboard. It gives me a low level of constant anxiety that when I’m not home he is going to physically injure my cat. While he’s never hurt any of the animals before, and he’s very loving with HIS cats, his angry behavior has only escalated over the 8 months I have had my cat. Because of this I’m growing increasingly uncomfortable with having him in the house. While I would swallow my discomfort about his behavior and wait out our lease if he made my bestie happy, their relationship has also taken a downward spiral over the last 2 years. He’s cheated (though only online), forgotten her birthday, forgotten valentines day, refuses to care for her when she’s sick, and argues with her constantly. They have been in couples therapy for about a month now but after therapy they tend not to talk to each other as each therapy session brings up a huge fight. Her current position on the matter is that she hopes he gets a job out of our commuting range so that he could live with his parents for a while and not bother us anymore; she doesn’t want him in the house and they haven’t slept in the same bed for months. However, she refuses to break up with him because she doesn’t want to fight for custody of their 3 cats. Over the last couple months we discuss her breaking up with him almost daily. My attitude during these conversations has gone from a more sympathetic lean to just constantly flat out telling her that she should break up with him, and that I’m tired of having him in my house. I feel like I may be a total asshole for being so upfront with her about my opinions regarding someone she truly loves and has built a bit of a life with (and Sean has told me that he wants to marry her as soon as they are out of the apartment and he has a job). So AITA for practically begging my roommate to drop her boyfriend?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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zetomato · 5 months

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The three states of QSMP play

I’m back for another neutral take (I know no one can be truly neutral, but I am ignoring my bias here alright? Good? Good.) linked to the QSMP! This time, with various kinds of plays on this server.

So. People talk a lot about “This one is always in RP-mode” and “This one doesn’t RP at all” etc. these days. But let’s break this down a bit, shall we?

Upon my many years of watching Minecraft server RP (aka, like 3 years, not that many but eh, they count), I’ve noticed something interesting in the way players interacted with the story line and their characters. In this analysis, I’ll focus on QSMP since it’s one server where players have said explicitly that they have “Characters” that they play. So let’s jump into this.

The first mode: Out-Of-RP (I’ll call it OORP)

This, despite what’s expected, is the least used by almost everybody on the QSMP (yes, yes, surprising for a few watchers, but let me explain). The OORP mode is one I define as: “When the Content Creator is fully out of game” This includes when anyone leaves their computer to go to the bathroom, when they mute themselves to reassure their chat that they’re doing intense RP and do not actually hate the others, when they talk about when they met in person (In Brazil, Paris, Vegas, etc). This is the mode where the things talked about are not linked at all to what would be happening right at this moment RP-wise.

The second mode: RP

This is what happens 90% of the time for most of the server. They do not have to actively be talking about their Lore, they can be building and talking to their chat about what’s happening, how the eggs are doing, what another character has said to them, etc. I define it as “When the Content Creator is playing their character”. The level of intensity varies between creators, but mostly, it is a very chill play. They sometimes are in that mode while huge Lore is happening and they aren’t super into it at the moment. They could be helping out, but they won’t react much to big events and might even distance themselves from the loudest people in the room. We saw that when BBH showed up with his amnesia RP when they got back to the server post Purgatory and Etoiles went OORP for a moment to say he was too tired to RP but still hang out with Bagi and BBH until he got too exhausted for the high-intensity of the scene and backed off. He was in RP mode when he cracked jokes and asked questions and answered Bagi’s worries, but he was way too exhausted to match the intensity of BBH. We saw that in multiple different exchanges and, yep! That’s RP still! It’s just easier to see the extravagant one when the other is more mellow, even if both are playing their characters.

The third and last mode: LORE

Alright, this one is very easy and yet I wanna describe it to be sure everyone’s on the same page. This one is “When the content creator is fully immersed and playing into his character about the events of the story.”. Now this one is tricky to distinguish from RP for some people/characters. For Philza, for exemple, when he goes into his “LORE Mode”, he changes the camera, the screen, the sounds, etc. Not all of the time, but it’s when it’s most visible. Almost everyone goes into LORE mode when something huge happens (Finding the eggs in Purgatory, meeting an important NPC, having their character Lore revealed, etc.) We saw this often during the Lore drops. When Baghera shared her Background in the federation, when Philza went to the Birdhouse, when Forever and Pac had their Happy Pills arc, when BBH played his grief when the eggs disappeared and when he came out of Purgatory… All of these were and are Lore moments which are easy to spot.

The problem with these is…

No one can watch absolutely everyone on the server. If not for the language barrier (Especially when some players’ translation breaks or when they do not put it on (that’s more of a problem considering the goal of multilingual conversation on the server)), for the sheer time needed to follow that. But this means that people will miss out on character LORE and RP for sure. People who don’t understand French will be lost when the French Content Creators mute themselves to point out something to their chat while speaking French. People who don’t understand Portuguese will be lost when watching Bagi and she starts speaking too fast to get a good translation. People who don’t understand Spanish will be lost when Mariana shows up and forget to properly set his translation after he speaks English for a while. People who don’t understand English will be lost when someone doesn’t set their translation when they start chatting around in English. And it is things that will and have happened. I know more Lore about Etoiles than some friends of mine because I don’t miss anything when he switches to French while in RP. Sometimes it's not a question of trying, it's a question of language barrier!

The real problem is actually when people start defining what constitutes the three modes by the way one or two Content Creators do them. No two have the same RP mode, the same LORE mode. Some are very intense on their RP so they go into LORE very smoothly, some are just as smooth but because both of these are more subtle. This server has a lot of people talking to each other for hours being in RP mode but since they don’t start doing LORE mode (which is more obvious), it passes over some people’s head that they are doing RP.

It’s a bit sad to follow someone for a while, following their POV, knowing how much they put into their character and how much they RP with the content they make. And then get someone who’s way more used to a brighter more obvious RP say that the creator you follow doesn’t do shit. It’s ok and expected to have many kinds! Heck! It’s great that we do! Or else the number of viewers would be lower. This way, people who like more intensive and noticeable RP and chaos can go towards the ones who give them that, and the viewers that prefer a more subtle approach where the big things are actually less noticeable, they can watch exactly that!

I won’t lie, I am enjoying the mellow side more than the energized one. I like to be able to work while I watch a stream, I’m able to when it’s two hours of building, or just people going across the map to find a dungeon. Purgatory, even while watching only one team most of the time, was way too exhausting for me, even if I had fun watching it and gosh every big event was nerve wracking, it was too much for me. I was glad to take a few days break for a while and, I will say it, BBH’s impressive intensive amnesia RP, viewed from Etoiles’ POV I was watching, drained me way faster than anything else. And you know what? That’s great! Because it means that people who love that kind of intensity are getting FED and that’s so cool.

Bottom line

I am begging for people to respect the fact that no two people have the same kind of play and RP. I have absolutely nothing against any personal preference since I know that what I enjoy makes other people fully bored, but words matter. No one out there should be going around saying “This CC’s RP suck! They don’t even do any!” when it just isn’t true. “This CC’s RP is way too subtle for me, I don’t even feel like they do any” THAT is a good take. If I agree or not with it, it doesn’t matter, but people are getting way too comfortable sharing their personal feelings as facts and that is why we slide into toxicity and anger towards each other. I personally don’t vibe with BBH’s more intense RP. And? It’s far from being bad RP, it’s just not my cup of tea!

TL:DR;

There are 3 Modes: Out-Of-RP which is fully meta, RP which is being in-character, and LORE which is being very intensively in character linked to events. No two streamers on the QSMP have the same level of intensity in RP and LORE and that is perfectly fine. Just don’t spread your preferences as if they were facts, it’s what feeds toxic exchanges and it can be fixed really easily by changing how you bring things to the table.

Thanks for taking time to read!

#QSMP #Another Ze rant #It's so easy to see where people start getting angry at each other #I am begging you #I tell kids way too often to use the 'I like' and 'I don't like' when they talk about anything with strong feelings #I do believe Tumblr can be better than Twitter and rant without attacking everyone who like what they don't

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are-you-still-writing-that · 6 months

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Yandere Alphabet: Matsuno Chifuyu

What a cute guy. Strictly loyal and incredible attentive towards his friends. We get introduced to him and know in the same moment, that he would die for his friends. What a guy!

Chifuyu Matsuno

A gentle soul, that can´t see, that was is he doing might be seen as wrong. He wants to be close to you and he will do whatever he can do achieve that. Relentless. Pushy. I honestly believe, that with him around you will never have a quiet moment to yourself again. Good Luck with him, my dear. And patience. You will need it.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He is a big fan of physical contact and he knows it. He always tends to saddle up to you, to get in any contact with you. Brushing through your hair, fixing your clothes, wiping something of your face. He will gladly take any excuse to get more comfortable with you. Accidentally brushing against your hand only to grasp it tightly a moment later. It doesn´t matter. His hugs are a bit too tight and his contact a bit too insistent, but he laughs any worries away and instead smiles brightly at you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

While he avoids doing something in front of you, you can still tell by his split open knuckles whenever he went out to beat someone half to death for insulting you in any manner. It´s in the way, the blood is still drying and the red speckles don´t quite wash out of his collar. It´s the way his hair is even more dishevelled and bruises are forming on his face. It´s in the way, he leans against you, pride clear, demanding praise anyway.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He isn´t one for mocking you. After all, he genuinely loves you and is delusional enough to believe that you love him just as much as well. While he can get a bit mean sometimes, it´s more in a playful manner, rather than him trying to purposefully trying to hurt you. In general he doesn´t really change from the way he treated you beforehand.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He wants that physical contact and he doesn´t care if you want your space or not. He wants to be close to you, to ouch you, to hug you whenever he is nearby. Chifuyu always wants to have a hand on you or lean against you. But he also wants 100% of your attention always. He will do everything that he can to ensure, that he will get what he wants. No matter what you think.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He is always talking about his days. Most of the time though, he will stick to everyday conversations which might seem meaningless but truly mean the world to him. He enjoys talking to you deeply. Sometimes he will drift off into heavier topics, but will always make sure, that you´re still comfortable with the turn talks with him sometimes take.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Chifuyu gets annoyed. Quickly. He can´t stand it to see you fighting back, when all he wants is to have your affection. He is also can´t understand, why you would do this to him. After all, he would lay his life down for you. He is incredibly loyal to you, and he thought he made this clear for you as well. He just doesn´t understand what is going on, when you fight back

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

While he once told you, that he enjoys playing games with you, he rather meant cards or boardgames, hell even tabletop games. Not whatever this is. He doesn´t like that he has to go and look with you. He can´t stand not knowing where you are. Chifuyu wants to be close to you and spend his time with you. Not waste is searching for you. He´s always open to play games, but please let it be something different.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

At one point you will realize, that you can´t go anywhere any more without him following you. You will realize, that he is everywhere that you are. It will feel like you can´t breathe any more. And no matter what you do, or where you try to go, you will never be able to escape from him either. It´s a realization, that comes slowly, but it comes with the utmost believe that it can´t be anything else.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Something peaceful. Something serene. Something, that could come straight out of a fairytale. He wants to have his own little happily ever after with you. It´s incredibly important to him. He wants to stick with you forever if you let him.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He gets jealous in the same moment, where he realizes that you pay attention to someone other than him. He can´t stand it. In those moments he will become louder and more insistent when touching you. He tries every thing that he can to keep your attention on him. In the end, he will only stop if he is assured that you´re only paying attention to him, though he might leave you alone for a moment to teach the other a bloodier lesson about who is the number one in your heart.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He hangs onto you all the time. Somehow he always manages to keep his hands on you. Clinging to you whenever he has the opportunity. He will also tend to draw your attention towards him, when he suddenly asks about topics that he knows you favour talking about. In total, he makes it clear that he is the centre of your attention, and that he won´t move from that space either.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Chifuyu is slick. He stumbles into you and will start an easy conversation. It will be easy and beautiful to talk with him. After all, he already knows how to entertain you. Here and there, he will make sure, that you know that he pays attention to you and listens to what you say. He is a fan of sending you some funny cat pictures or just talking about your life whenever he can. He becomes first a good friend that you can confide into, then he will become something more.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He is a lot colder and manipulative, than he truly lets on. Around you and others he will play up being a ditz. Just another stupid blond that can´t do anything right. He is an idiot, right? He isn´t. But there is no need for other people to be aware of that. It makes his life also a lot easier. No one expects him to have the insight needed, to have the emotional intelligence to play around with people. No one ever suspects the stupid blond, who can´t stop crying, when it comes to your disappearance.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Crying. Screaming. Outright telling you, that he will hurt himself if you do that again. He never attacks you, but nothing else is safe from him, himself included. Chifuyu looses his patience in that moment and will, in a move that seems thoughtless, threaten everything that you ever hold dear. But never once he touches you. Which is quite jarring considering how he usually hangs onto you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He is someone who smothers you in his affection. You will never know another moment of peace after he comes into your life. Somehow, he is always hanging around you, touching you, or trying to talk to you. With that, he also takes control, slowly everything that he wants becomes part of his. His will somehow eclipsing yours.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Back when he was still pining for his darling, he proved how patient he can truly be. Waiting days, months and weeks to actually get what he wants. Even when he approaches you again, well it would be the first time for you, he proves again how patient he can be. He is careful with his words and actions, willing to be satisfied with the smallest scrapes of affection.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

In the case you dying, he will mourn you forever. Maybe he will fall for someone else again, years down the line, but it´s unlikely, that he will actually move on from loving you. He adored you with every fibre of his easy-loving heart. You leaving him, would cause him to chase after you forever. He will never let you go. It doesn´t matter where you try to go. He will carry your picture with him, in a locket.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He doesn´t really feel any kind of guilt about kidnapping you. For him it was something, that was absolutely necessary. He needed you to be away from all these strange people. He needed you to be safe and far away from others as possible. No matter what you do, he will not regret giving himself the opportunity to become number one in your life.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Chifuyu always was a bit clingy as a child. But over time, it seemed like he slowly grew out of it. Only that he never truly did. He still tended to first idolize people and then follow them with an almost blind loyalty. It´s how he got into his gang, it´s simply part of how he lives his life. This is an aspect, that also shows itself in his love life.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn´t necessarily minds it, if you start to isolate yourself. It only makes his own job so much easier. But seeing you cry and scream, slowly breaks his heart. He hates to see you like this. Chifuyu will try to console you, lowly hushing you, as he rocks the both of you back and forth. You shouldn´t waste your tears like this, don´t worry, he will always stay by your side.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Chifuyu is actually rather harmless for a yandere. He doesn´t really attack or hurt anyone around him. Him lashing out is also rare. He avoids scaring you and because he is so focused on you, he usually doesn´t even takes any note of other people. He is also absolutely besotted with you. In general he is rather laid back, if overly clingy.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He is absolutely besotted with you. Chifuyu would almost do anything for you. Focus on the almost. His kindness and his love has a limit. At one point, even through his rose-tinted glasses he will understand what you are trying to do. You need to be careful with what you ask, otherwise he will realise that something is going on.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

It´s unlikely that he will ever hurt you. There is no clear purpose behind such an action, that he can perceive. It would bring him no further than he wants. He wants your touch, your closeness. He doesn´t want you to flinch away from him. So, hurting you, making you afraid of him, would be extremely counterproductive.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He isn´t at a point where he worships the ground you walk upon, but it gets close to is. Chifuyu simply adores you. He loves everything about you and simply can´t stop thinking about you some days. Here and there something of yours will go missing, and it usually winds up in his possession. He collects little trinkets of yours whenever he can and adores each and every snapshot he can make of you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Oh, that boy can pine. Following after you for months, before he makes his first move. He watches you for what almost seems forever, before he even dares to approach you. It´s even a bit strange for himself, because usually he is just so much more confident, but with you, he really wanted to be sure, that he is well prepared. And he is. Playing the long game for as long as he can, pretending to be a completely normal boy, who is simply enamoured with you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

It will be an accident with him. In his quest to have all your attention to himself, he forgot about a few key things. He isolated you and in the high he felt because of the success, he couldn´t see how your eyes dimmed more and more. In the end, he won´t get any reaction out of you any more, but he will still be estatic because he knows, that he will have you all for himself.

#yandere #yandere chifuyu #yandere alphabet #xreader #tokyo revengers #tokrev #chifuyu matsuno #yandere headcanons #chifuyu headcanons #chifuyu x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokrev

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I just want to add to the last ask, it's so hard to figure out Kar'niss actual alignment because he is given so little space for his own personality to show. He is being used for a cause and his mind was messed with to align with that cause. He was cast out by one horrible cult and before he could go through any phase of self discovery (cause, you know, a cult barely leaves space for that) he was snatched by another cult. It's pretty safe to say that there was no space in his life to ever figure out what HE wants.

Following the Absolute he pretty much has his sense of self entirely tied to that. And it's so tragic. There is no room for anything else and given that nobody bothers to interact with him on a normal level, it's truly all he has left.

I found it quite frustrating that upon meeting him we can't even talk to him in peace without being interrupted by someone else in almost every conversation choice.

He's not treated like a person by anyone really. They say horrible things either straight to him or so loudly that he'd definitely hear it. And those who don't simply are too afraid, like Kansif who can't even look him in the eyes.

And yet, if you talk to him in the few moments where you actually get to do so without being interrupted, there's not a single meanspirited thing coming from his side towards the player.

He's very very mentally ill and disturbed, but he's not a rabid animal that will attack unprovoked.

Every time he gets angry, there's a reason for it that could have been avoided. Like people not listening to what he told them and the 'compliments' you can give him as a Dark Urge aren't really compliments. You can't call someone beautiful and an abomination in the same sentence and expect them to be happy. And when you ask him if you can look at the lantern it's also so ... idk, it's icky. You do it in a way as if you already assume you can. It's like as if someone I just met wants to inspect my phone and assumes it's gonna be fine, I'd also be like wtf?? No?

If we had the option to interact more with him and overall be nicer and more considerate I'm sure some things would play out very differently.

And I think if given the chance he'd have one of the most interesting and emotionally intense romance routes in the game.

There is SO much to unpack. There is so much to work through, but also so much potential for an amazing outcome. Or something deeply tragic. Either way, I'm sure it would leave an impact and it could be great. But his story would need a lot of time to make it work, and it needs to be handled very delicately. He's not like a quick fling you can just write into the game, like for example the drow twins. I can barely imagine anything more cruel than giving him a bit of actual affection and a connection outside of the Absolute and then just leaving him behind and taking it away again.

So I personally think the most we can realistically hope for is a few interactions where we can at least NOT be rude or outright awful to him.

But maybe the devs will surprise us and figure out a way to let us bring him along. I'd honestly be so insanely happy. I really want something good for him. He is one of those characters who feels the least deserving of the fate and treatment he got and it's so heartbreaking.

I love this response, no notes to really add. This sums it up in a solid way. I'll always hope for better options in terms of Kar'niss, side character be damned. We love who we love, can't help that!

Thanks for the response!

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #bg3 #drider #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #answered #This is a great summary I think folks should read

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temporalhiccup · 3 months

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I'm trying to write about this without getting emotional, but it's pretty hard! Hah!

But it's been officially announced so I can finally talk about it! I'm the Lead Designer (damn) on the official Tomb Raider TTRPG (double damn). Shadows of Truth has a public playtest coming up soon, and I'm excited for folks to see what we've been working on!

It's been a wild ride and a fun time, but this is also the biggest challenge I've had to face as a ttrpg designer. Like many indie folks I've drawn inspiration from the media we love (Apocalypse Keys is proudly Hellboy-inspired, among other things!) while still making it our own unique thing.

Tomb Raider has been completely different, in that I have to do my best to translate some awesome video game history into a ttrpg experience. And I gotta be as true to the source material and experience as possible, while still centering what makes ttrpgs great!

Tomb Raider is also a franchise that's been around for almost 30 years and is a HUGE DEAL. It's hard to describe how much of an impact it's made on action-adventure video games, repeatedly! Lara Croft is easily one of the most iconic characters in video games and the genre, and her Adventures include (several) dinosaurs, wild transhuman demonic Atlantean stuff, and apocalypse-inducing artifacts.

But Lara to me, especially since the 2013 game, has been a truly amazing and conflicted heroine. The last three games that grounded her and made her vulnerable, while still creating intense experiences, really hooked me. I really wanted to honor the journey of Tomb Raider and make a really fun and thrilling ttrpg for folks.

But anyone who knows me, knows that anti-colonial design is in all my games. It's just who I am, and it's not something I consciously did at first. It wasn't even until I started designing ttrpgs, in my 30s, that I realized how important my personal decolonization process was, and a lot of that has helped me discover new aspects of my identity (including being a transmasculine person).

So, I don't need to tell you that a franchise called Tomb Raider has some colonial implications, right?

As development goes on, folks have asked me "How is the game anti-colonial?" or "How are you addressing the colonialism?" I want to start off by saying as a team we conceptualized what that could mean while still being true to the franchise. But since then, as Lead Designer, I've had to make hundreds of decisions that are reflected in countless design and structural choices. I can point to dozens of mechanics and things and describe how this is my personal attempt to present anti-colonial gaming, and I'm grateful for the help our team of consultants and playtesters in guiding me.

It's kind of wild, but in chasing after and reaching for anti-colonial design, I've had to figure out how to implement great tech from other designers, but also come up with lots of new stuff too. There's some really cool Adventure design stuff that is really hard to pull off in a PbtA framework where you play to find out. (Arguably, PbtA itself has a lot of anti-colonial play about it compared to mainstream ttrpgs and it's one of the reasons we used PbtA as a design framework but that's a whole other conversation)

I'm really so grateful for the support from the team! It's hard to feel like I'm good enough and can measure up to Evil Hat's faith in me, but they've been incredibly supportive and open, and it's been stellar. Crystal Dynamics has also been amazing to work with, especially because it was important to me that while we honor how awesome Tomb Raider is, we don't downplay the difficult truths of colonialism and its ongoing effects. And they were so incredibly on board for that! It's so rare for a marginalized person like me to be granted an opportunity like this, and I am determined to give it my all.

We've built a team that's been amazing to collaborate with, and @ostrichmonkey-games has been doing incredible work alongside me. I'm really proud of what we're doing as a team! I can't wait for folks to see it come together.

You can also check out the Polygon (!!!) article about the game, which gives you a sense of some of the cool mechanics at play!

I know it's easy to write off an IP ttrpg based on a really big franchise (and for good reasons, unfortunately). But I really do think we're doing something special here! I hope y'all will give the game a chance and check it out when the public playtest starts up!

#omg ive been working on this forever #this game in its open playtest form is ALREADY BIGGER THAN APOCALYPSE KEYS GOOD GOD #the initial playtests have also been crazy good fun but also like super cathartic for my colonial feelings #am i still allowed to label this as indie ttrpgs #do i want to walk into that conversation #can you believe the tomb raider ttrpg is happening?!

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How would the assassin boys (and eclipse) react to a kiss on the hand? I know men did it to women as a polite greeting and y/n is a female in you're fic but I'm curious and felt the need to ask.

Another question! How would the boys react to some very obvious flirting? Nothing too intense, just out in the open kinda flirts.

Greeting women with a kiss on the hand varies from culture to culture, especially with royalty. In the AU's case, the Princess (and the Queen) only accepts chivalry in that manner from male nobles. If you're a common folk or are not made known as a noble of sorts then coming so closely to the Princess in that way is rude and can even be punishable. Bowing is done as the safest and another respectable way to greet royalty!

Sun and Moon, being the assassins that they are known as, can't come in such contact with you, the Princess. They're aware of that (though it does not mean that they're right, wink wink). Eclipse is also another assassin, but that also doesn't mean he's not recognized as anything else. More information will be given on those as the chapters progress.

I'm assuming that the first question means that the Princess herself initiates the kiss on the hand as a greeting. Her way of breaking the norms, shall we say.

Sun: He'd take a short moment to process what you just did, mentally questioning why you did what you did before throwing in a sly tease. "My, Your Highness, you sure do know how to make an assassin feel like royalty~". After which, he'd bow as a greeting in response and as a way to hide his warming face. (The whirring coming from his body doesn't help).

Moon: After the type of conversation you first shared with this assassin during your birthday masquerade (See, Chapter 1), Moon was delighted to be surprised by you again. "You're truly an unpredictable character, Princess. I find that most appealing about you." He'd then excuse himself because albeit his body does not let him whir as often like Sun's there's still heat coming from within (an equivalent to blushing, ofc). He doesn't really get flustered in a way that he can't hide when it's just small gestures like these.

Edit: I meant to put that Moon's body doesn't always whir! There are moments where that happens but it's sporadic and depends on the amount of energy he has left within the day to restrain it.

Eclipse: "I suppose you hope for me to wear a crown and a dress now too, Princess?", he'd say before smirking with the glint of his violet and white eyes. (Spoilers: he would if it'd amuse you but only when you two are alone. His reputation would be ruined if anyone finds out haha!).

As for the flirting— I think there's already been plenty of moments with that in the fic so far. Just light ones, nothing too intense nor too direct either. Although they lean more towards moments of banter than straight up advances but here's their reactions nonetheless!

Sun: I imagine Sun's flirting with you like a game of catch. You throw one at him, he throws another back. A game of back and forth playful flirting until one finally gives up and gives in or inevitably flusters themself or the other.

Moon: Unlike Sun, flirting with Moon is... How should I put this— like throwing a ball against the wall. The ball may come back, of course, but you're the only one who ever strongly initiates the toss because the Assassin himself is a brick wall who's struggling to throw a counterflirt that isn't a miss. I'm not saying he's stone cold, quite the opposite actually, but he gets shy. Really shy. And quiet. Thanks to his overheating servos.

Eclipse: Flirting with Eclipse is as simple as accidentally throwing that ball on to a tall tree. You'll never get it back so easily, just like your resolve after he just swept you off your feet with that smoothness he carries in his words. How does a robot talk so enticingly? You're almost convinced that he's using magic to be able to do that and it's not because of his programming.

#food #majestic oppositions #oh analogies i adore you #anyway! thank you for the question #this got long hehehe (pos)#flirting

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my favourite part

what he loves most about you

seokjin: embarrassed easily; his favourite part of flaunting his confidence would just have to be your reaction to it. in public, you'd simply turn around pretending you didn't know him and give him a slap on his back. seeing your face turn red would bring a smile on his face. being an introvert himself, he never forced you to do something out of your comfort zone although he'd encourage you to.

yoongi: attentive listener; one of the first things he noticed when you first started living together was whenever he'd get home late at night he'd always find you awake. once he'd get into bed with you, you'd snuggle up close to him. with your body caged in his warm and comforting hold, you'd ask him about how his day went. you were always someone he could have a deep conversation with or someone he'd feel comfortable enough to rant to. he always appreciated it knowing that someone was all ears for his words even if it was the simplest thing ever.

hoseok: inability to hold your laughter; spending time with him meant never ending laughter. one thing the both of you had in common would be struggling to keep yourself together whenever one of you would hear or do something funny especially in public. as embarrassing as you look, he found it so endearing just seeing you fighting an intense battle to not laugh trying to regain your composure.

namjoon: adoration of the small things in life; he always found it adorable, you were always so invested in everything you'd see and experience. there was always something in the way your eyes would light up when your fingers would graze against the chips at the bottom of the McDonald's bag. it could even be as simple the way your cheeks lifted and edges of your lips curved every time a child would wave back to you in public.

jimin: ("text me when you get home"); he found it extremely generous. he'd come over to your apartment at around 7pm and stay there until midnight. you always told him to leave earlier than 12am knowing the streets outside weren't always the safest place, however, he'd always refuse. his excuse would be because he wanted to spend more time with you. so when he'd leave, you'd kiss him goodbye and told him to notify you once he gets home. it was a small act but he truly adored how much you had cared about his safety.

taehyung: patience; when you had confessed to him, he was a bit stunned, not really knowing what to say but remained respectful of it. it's not that he was scared, he just didn't want to regret anything. the guy wasn't always 100% honest when it came to his expressing his feelings at the start and you were aware of this and understood him well which he had appreciated a lot. once he was fully sure of his feelings, he confessed and the both of you had made it official.

jungkook: skills in random things; it was one of the reasons why he fell in love with you at first. it was on the field on sports' day when you had led your team to victory winning the 400m track race, he found it attractive - the number of things you could do and were good at. from the kitchen to the sports field, he thought it was so cool. you were one of those very few people who had made him think that he should up his game a little bit.

sorry if there were any errors, english isn't my first language

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itstheghostofmypast · 11 months

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Calling Backup

Choi San x (F)Reader

Genre: slight angst+fluff

Picture Credits- to rightful pic owner

A/N: currently in my Ateez delulu phase...only thing helping me cope with the stress of exams. Not like I have a list of requests to complete either🥸🤡 (not proof read)

Please enjoy

San had never been so confused before, at least not to this intensity, before him stood a sobbing Mingi and his very own girlfriend, clutching onto what looked like Mingi's phone. Now, during morning hours, or during their time at the company, especially in the practice room, between these mirror-cladded walls, she was their assistant media manager, not his girlfriend.

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The first time they were introduced to her had left him speechless. Never in a million years had he thought he would have seen her again, the same person he went to school with, the same person he went to class with and the very same person who he had tried to call by calling 119. Yes, that very person stood before them, coyly smiling at them and giving a slight bow after her introduction. It was clear as crystal to two people about the effect she had on him, although she seemed oblivious to it, Wooyoung (naturally), and Seonghwa. The latter male gave no reaction when their giant little boy almost choked on air when their eyes met, though Wooyoung had realised that he had hit the jackpot of 'messing with San'. From asking Y/N personal questions about her life to her casual likes and dislikes, only to get a reaction out of San. On a particular evening, after a concert had gone great, the team had decided to settle in their rented hut's living room, all gathered around the coffee table with an empty bottle of soju- symbolising their tipsy state.

San had decided to sit in between Wooyoung Mingi, for across him, he could get a clear view of the person he has been most afraid to talk to for the past four months.

Sure, she had realised this was the same Choi San she had been classmates with, but his shy behaviour and lack of conversation made her think that he probably wanted to keep a safe distance, for its not like the two had kept in contact after school, that and he had never really talked to her in class back then too. So to ensure he was perfectly comfortable around her, she'd usually ask general light-hearted questions (if needed) and stuff about work. So during their little game of torture, he could see how she sat across him on the couch, squinting at her laptop, did he mention she was a university student as well and how oh so much that made him fall harder for her? Ever since his teens she had never once ceased to amaze him, from the way she would be so attentive in class to her grades, to her unphased persona, especially when she'd hear gossip about her or anyone else. He truly appreciated how she chose to talk to people, rather than believing what she heard. So, why was he staring at her and not talking to her? Simple. Even though he looks like a total hottie now, San is very much sure he is nothing more than the little nerd he was back then, deep down inside, hence, not talking to her meant he'd look cool and mysterious-

"Sannie!" He yelped at the sharp pain of Wooyong smacking his back, "Truth or dare?" He frowned at his best friend and then at the bottle that was aimed at him, when had they begun playing? Little did he know, someone else had been watching them too, peaking from behind her laptop, from time to time, sneaking glances at the blonde.

"Um... I'm kinda tired today so...truth!" He said all smug, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at their leader who shook his head in response, ready to ask him some dumb question. Before he could, Wooyoung cut him off, "My dear San~ I got one for you."

He was singing, which meant they were all doomed, at least San was, though he shook off the feeling and giggled, "Truth. Hit me with anything." Slapping his hand on the table that vibrated under the impact.

"Oh, I will~" Wooyong who was next to him got up and changed his place, sitting across from San, blocking his view of Y/N.

"Hey-"

"Wanna see your face when I ask you."

He cut off the blonde, ignoring the raised eyebrows he had received from his leader, "San, truth time, what was the name of your crush whose number you tried to take from 119".

At that very moment, Y/N sat up straight, closing her laptop, suddenly interested in the game. Hey, if she still knew that person, maybe she can get the two together or something, not that she had any right to, but maybe who knows.

San looked paler than the moon, staring right at Wooyoung then eyes darting to Seonghwa who cleared his throat. His mouth had gone dry and his palms were clammy, an unpleasant feeling settling in the pit of his stomach, unsure of what to do or say, before he let out a nervous chuckle, "On second thought, I'll go with dare-"

"NO", Mingy shoved him slightly, "Be a man and spill, we wanna know too!"

"Yeah, what kind of brother hides stuff like this!" Yunho placed his hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt.

"Maybe we shouldn't pester him," Seonghwa interjected, only to be ignored.

Hongjoong, who would usually pick up the hints the eldest would drop quickly, was too engrossed in the situation.

Eyes darting around the room, he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, "Seriously, guys, I'm sure she doesn't even like me now so, why bother-"

"Was it Boram, she was really pretty- oh or EunJi, she was super popular too?"

All heads turned to the new voice, Y/N who was looking directly at San, who wanted the Earth to swallow him whole.

"I know for a fact that EunJi did have a crush on you too- oh wait what about Hyun Joo, she was your partner in science too right?" At the back of her mind, she knew she should've stopped, but she just wanted to know, all of the girls she mentioned were great people and San was a great guy! So, why was setting them up an issue- it not like she liked him or something... He never really spoke to her back in school too so...

He frowned at the attempt and interjection, only to stare at the table then glance back up at her, "No." A curt, small, no, enough for her to get a hint, of not being liked, of shutting up, which is exactly, why when her phone rang she thanked God she had a good excuse to leave the room.

There was silence once Y/N had left to attend to the phone call. For a good minute, no one said anything until Wooyoung sighed and reached to spin the bottle again, only for San to grab it and glare at him, receiving a "What?"

"You know what."

"No, I don't."

"Why did you ask me that?"

"I don't know, felt like it."

"YOU FELT LIKE IT?"

"WHAT DOES IR MATTER ITS JUST A QUESTION?!"

"BECAUSE IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS."

Slamming his hand on the table Hongjoong silenced them, "Yah! It's just a game, Wooyoung don't ask stupid questions, San don't over react. It's late anyway, we should go to bed-"

Seonghwa just sighed, shaking his head as he begun to clean up the mess, the rest slowly leaving the room. He hadn't heard Y/N walk in again, until she grabbed a paper cup he was reaching for, earning a smile from her and a gentle, "You can go to sleep too, don't worry I'll clean this up."

"Are you sure?"

"Yup, I have work to do anyway, so I'll be up for a while."

With that she spent almost an hour cleaning up the mess and decided to get back to work, to not think about how San had responded to her. She did cross a line though, they were never really friends, so who was she to ask him or suggest, especially when he had said he was tired. It was her fault, thus she had decided to apologise to him in the morning.

Another hour in and it was aready two in the morning, deciding to give up on the project, she closed the laptop screen and decided to grab a cup of water on her way to her room, to sleep, she had to be quiet since she was sharing it with the other staff members.

What she did not expect was to find San standing in the kitchen, staring right at her. Bowing slightly, she mumbled a, "I uh...came for water?"

Nodding he grabbed a water bottle and handed it to her, averting his gaze, which made her realise he was still mad at her. Thanking him as she took it from him she cleared her throat, "I...I'm sorry I interupted your game, it wasnt my place to say anything, especially since we...havent really been more than classmates. I just um.." she looked at the floor, trying to open the stupid bottle that was filled to the brim, "All those girls were like super smart and pretty, everyone liked them too so i thought...yeah."

"You're smarter...and prettier." Her eyes widened at his statement, looking up at him, only to realise he had moved a bit closer. Reaching for the bottle, he gently took it from her, twisting the cap open without spilling a drop and handing it back to her as he sighed.

She was still staring at him in disbelief, not a word processing anymore, why would he say that? What did that even mean???

"I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier...I just um...didn't really know how to handle the situation and-" he started only to be interrupted by her again.

"Its okay- please I...thank you for the compliments, but I um..I'm the one who should be apologising for saying that, again, you had every right to be angry. You don't have to tell anyone if you dont want to and-"

"It was you."

Once again he was greeted with silence as she gazed up at him, causing him to sigh, "I uh...didn't know how to say it I mean...I didn't really want to get rejected straight up, in front of everyone, so I...yes, but I- I know we can't be like that but Seonghwa hyung told me how I need to process this better. You're entitled to your own feelings and...I respect that...though I...really eould like to be your friend.' he smiled at her before nodding, "I guess ...that would be enough too."

She watched him talk on, and on, her brain on buffer mode, only nodding at the end, as he walked away. It was only when dhe heard his bedroom door click close, that she realised what he had said to her.

San closed the door quietly, making sure he didn't wake up the other two members he was sharing with. He had laid down on the make shift mattress, staring up at the ceiling, a sort of melancholic atmosphere settling around him as he laughed at the irony called his life, rejecting himself for his own crush, just so he couldn't hear her do it. At the end of it all, nothing had changed, he was still the scared, scrawny, boy, too afraid to approach her, to talk to her. He wasn't expecting to bump into her in the kitchen, but her apology made him crack, he never planned on confessing, even though Seonghwa was right, he prayed he hadn't made things worse between the two.

The door slamming open causing him to jump up into sitting position, Mingi yelping and falling off the bed as Seonghwa sat up and turned on the lamp, only to stare at Y/N standing at the door, staring- no, glaring right at...San.

"Um...Y/N?" Seonghwa asked, before looking over to see if he should help Mingi.

San was so confused, but that confusion was soon replaced with pain as the plastic bottle of water came in contact with his head.

"Ow- What the-"

"YOU MORON!", She hissed, marching into the room and grabbing the nearest object, which happened to he a pillow, slapping him with it. Again and again, "YOU DON'T JUST GIVE A SPEECH AND LEAVE- I- HOW COULD YOU? WHAT ARE YOU, DUMB? STUPID?", She yelled, only for him to grab the pillow and throw it away, yelling back, "ARE YOU MAD?"

"No, IM F***ING FURIOUS, YOU BIG IDIOT"She was pulled back by Hongjoong, who had now entered the room with, "Y/N, calm down what's wrong-"

"What's wrong?", Pulling away from him she pointed at San, "This bafoon is whats wrong!"

"Well, he is dumb." Wooyoung interjected only to be shunned down by her glare, "AND YOU KNEW TOO." She hissed at him before turning to San who was now standing next to HongJoong, "What did I even do, if you don't like me, I'm not holding it against you-"

"Holding it against - " inhaling she pinched the bridge of her nose before exhaling, "idiot. You are nothing more than an idiot- I just... You know, I thought maybe you'd matured and grown smarter, but no, puberty did it's job and common sense just left the building."

"What is the point-"

"THE POINT? CHOI SAN YOU WANT TO KNOW THE POINT?"she slapped his chest causing him to wince, "WHY WOULD YOU CALL FOR MY NUMBER, WHEN I LIVED RIGHT NEXT DOOR?"

That statement had led the whole room to drop dead silent. All eyes landing on the genius who looked like he had been hit with the most brain shattering information.

"I literally lived next door, went to school on the same bus as you and-" she gasped, "I had no date for prom I- i can't believe it, I was a single loser at prom becaude of you, I thought it was because I was a nerd, thats why you ignored my hints, if I'd known you were an idiot, i would've confessed to you first."

Yeosang snorted, as everyone turned to look at him and he raised his hands, "I'm sorry, but this is a complete, play stupid games, win stupid prizes moment."

"San." Hongjoong looked at the baffled boy, who just stood there, staring at his feet, "Is this true? Did she really live next door?'

"...." He glanced at HongJoong and nodded, earning a groan from all of them.

"Talk about being your worst enemy" was all Mingi said before snuggling back into bed, not caring about what they were going to do next.

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San learned two things that day,

1)He was an idiot.

2)He loved someone who was as bad at expressing herself, as he was.

So, when he saw Mingi just sobbing, he wanted to ask what had happened but the way she held onto hks phone forcef him to stop. He had been dating her for four months now, he had learnt how she'd take matters in her own hands, even if it meant being a b****. Though thats the first thing he had noticed about her in school too, the confidence was not only brave but also stupid, yet strong enough for him to find attractive.

"Say it."

"No!" He yelled back only for her to raise an eyebrow, "Fine, I'll read more-"

"NO."

"Then SAY IT."

"Fine! I HAVE A NICE NATURAL SMILE." Mingi yelled at her.

"AND!?"

"I'll smile more in my selfies! okay! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!"to he honest he wasn't crying out of frustration, but because for the past week HongJoong and Y/N had been trying to convince Mingi to smile more, explaining how his insecurity was invalid, since he had one of the nicest smiled they'd seen. Y/N just said a smile makes everyone look pretty, and had posted a picture for him, of him smiling, and today she hsd decided to read the postive and some thirsty comments left by fans, leading the baby to break down.

"Yup, here you go." She handed him to phone as he snatched it from her, marching out of the room as he paused to stare at San, "Your ideal type is weird.' before leavint the room.

"Do I even ask?" He chuckled, placing his bagpack on the bench, staring at her approach him shrugging in return, "I just feel like you're all more drama than one should actually be."

"Oh, is that so?" Quirking a brow at her he watched her unzip his bag to take out her laptop. "Very much so." Glancing at him she winked at him, "now, if you excuse me, I have work to do."

"No spending time with me?" He pouted, only to earn a snort, "Would've liked to see highschool San say this to me."

"I'm sure you would have, you psycho."

"Your psycho." She corrected, earning a hearty laugh from him as she sat next to him, opening her laptop, staring at their reflection at the black screen, liking how thibgs had turned out- she still had to thank Wooyoung for that day.

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