#this one took way too gd long

[sennthefern]

ATS CHAPTER NINE IS OUT LETS GOOOO

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Chapters: 9/44 Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Female Shepard/Tali'Zorah nar Rayya

Characters: Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Male Shepard (Mass Effect), Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, Garrus Vakarian, Urdnot Wrex, Kaidan Alenko, Ashley Williams, Liara T'Soni, Jeff "Joker" Moreau

Additional Tags: Tags Contain Spoilers, POV Multiple, Alternate Universe - Twins, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Paragon Shepard (Mass Effect), Renegade Shepard (Mass Effect), Indoctrination Theory (Mass Effect), ME1 is pretty similar but 2 & 3 are very different, Fix-It, Alien Biology, Alien Cultural Differences, Worldbuilding, Earthborn (Mass Effect), Indoctrination (Mass Effect)

#mass effect #fanfic #fic tag: ATS #commander shepard #fshali #this one took way too gd long

[carcarcraziiv2]

I LOVE YOUR JEALOUS APHELIOS AHH. I keep re-reading it!! Can I request a jealous kayn? NSFW or SFW is fine :3

THAT IS SO SWEET, ILYSM FOR TELLING ME THIS <3 <3 <3. Truly, it makes me happy to know people actually ENJOY what I am writing! Gives me a real boost to keep goin', ya know?!

And you literally bet your ass I will, Kayn is my ngjfhdsgjkh just my dirty lil' guy and I love him so gd much.

THIS is going to be NSFW. There will be warnings. I can't NOT do NSFW when I'm doing a jealousy trope. On god though? I had a random urge to make it soft Kayn so.... enjoy :3

P.S. SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG BUT I HOPE YOU LOVE IT <3

18+ MDNI~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~18+ MDNI

TW: Jealousy, violence (literally just a punch), kind of mental illness? (Idk how I honestly classify Rhaast in this AU, but just in case), sex, masked man doing to do (ooo c;).

AS ALWAYS! Enter at your own risk. ILYSM <3

18+ MDNI~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~18+ MDNI

Jealous Kayn

The concert was a success, as per usual. The crowd was dispersing, however a few guys stuck around in the V.I.P area you chose to sit in to support your boyfriend, Kayn.

You chose to help the venue workers begin cleanup duty as you waited for Kayn to come retrieve you. There were round tables scattered about, people having left their empty cups and trash all over the place.

"You don't have to help clean up you know," a friendly young man came over to where you had a trash bag held open, scooping litter into it. "Patrons don't generally stick around for this part. I'm Jack, what's your name?"

"Oh, I don't really mind at all. I travel with the band, so I try to make a habit of helping out," you smile. "I'm y/n, nice to meet you."

"Travel with the band, huh? So do you like help w- whoa! You okay?," Jack starts, before you trip over the bag you're holding in front of you and nearly fall.

Luckily, he was there to catch you so you didn't make any more of a fool of yourself.

Unbeknownst to you though, Kayn had just walked in to fetch you. His eyes widened in shock before his brow furrowed, his features turning to a scowl as he witnessed you in another man's arms.

You hadn't even noticed his presence yet, not until you felt a force lift you up by one of your arms so that you were standing tall again.

"Oh, Kayn! The show was gre-," you don't get to finish your sentence before Kayn is throwing a punch at Jacks face. The only thing you can do in response is drop your mouth open in shock.

"Whoa what the fuck man!," the friendly venue worker shouts, his hand coming up to cup his face. You rush over to him, noticing Kayn about to throw another in his direction. You step in front of Jack just in time for the blow not to hit him, Kayn barely stopping before accidentally hitting you.

"Knock it off, you idiot!" You holler, pushing your boyfriend in his chest. He stumbles back slightly, taken aback by your defense of this man who clearly just had his hands all over you.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you watched his face turn from shocked to a scowl. He was clearly upset at you, but you were too upset with him to give a shit.

"Just go back to the hotel, Kayn. I'll find my own way back." Kayn stood there for a moment, his hands balled into fists as he seemed to study you for a reaction.

When you didn't falter your gaze, he conceded.

"Fine. Have fun with him," he snarled, whipping around and stomping away.

As you rushed back over to Jack to apologize and offer him assistance, you were unaware that Kayn still watched from the shadows of the small hallway in which he came from.

You idiot, Rhaast scolded him. "Shut up," he responded aloud. You let your emotions control the situation, you fool. Now our love is embarrassed and mad at us. Kayn hit himself on the head, then smoothed down his hair. "Fuck, you're right," he sighed. Although he knew he should go apologize to both of you, he felt defeated- disappointed in himself. He was so scared of losing you he made a minor situation worse. Not to mention, Yone was certainly going to hear about the incident from the venue management.

At that point, the only thing he could think to do was follow your order and return to the hotel.

To your surprise, Kayn made sure one of the guys stuck around to bring you back, too.

~~~~~

Yone was the one to take you to the hotel, silent for the entire drive until you arrived at your desitination.

"Go make up," he said, unlocking the door. "Kayn's mood will surely get worse after our conversation tomorrow."

"Ugh, thanks for the ride Yone," you sighed, thanking him as you left the vehicle. You entered the hotel, taking the elevator up to the room the two of you were sharing.

Steeling your nerves, you sifted through your pockets for the key card, taking it out and unlocking the door.

You weren't sure what you were expecting upon entry, but it was definitely not what greeted you.

Kayn sat shirtless on the patio, a lit cigarette smoldering in the ash tray, his body glimmering slightly from the moonlight caressing his skin.

And when you looked at his face... you saw it adorning his Rhaast mask.

Whatever edgy pity party shit that he is pulling, I don't care. I am staying in here. You dropped your phone and belongings onto the counter, silently scowling at him until his head slowly turned your direction.

You always liked his Rhaast side. So protective and levelheaded. Although very dominant sometimes, he always made your comfort a priority.

He stood, opened the sliding glass door, entered, then shut it behind him without turning around.

"Y/N," he said plainly, putting his hands in his pockets as he awaited your response.

"Yes?" You said, carelessly sassy with your tone as you looked anywhere other than the sculpted man prowling towards you. "What do you want?"

"You know I'm on your side, little one," Rhaast says as he approaches. You took a step back in unison with each of his until you were undoubtedly trapped between him and the white hotel wall. His body radiated heat that seeped into your skin, and you breathed deep to calm yourself.

"Ka- Rhaast. I don't know what to say. What happened earlier was really fucked up."

"I know, I know. Don't worry- I gave him a piece of my mind. That idiot never treats you right," his hand reaches up, gently caressing your face before lifting your chin to look at him.

You can't help your brow furrowing, lip pouting.

"Kayn doesn't treat me badly... he just read the situation wrong."

Checkmate, asshole. Kayn hisses to Rhaast. In return, he takes off his mask, revealing his wild but soft eyes. The contradiction between the obvious curiosity in his gaze and the demanding flicker of arousal made the muscles in your stomach tighten.

"He almost hit you, do you understand? Know's better than to endanger our love like that," his expression was so pained you could only imagine the war that was waging in his head right now.

"It's okay, love... really," you sighed. "I just didn't want any more violence to happen, and it seemed inevitable unless I intervened the way that I did. I know you- or Kayn- would never hit me. And I always know you treat me right."

Rhaast pouts his lower lip, and you have sudden overwhelming urge to kiss him. It wasn't your intention; you really did want to talk about everything... but you just couldn't stop yourself.

The kiss was tender, soft. He let out a sigh when you did it, almost a whimper- so out of character for him. It was almost as if he was relieved. He knew that you had forgiven him. You didn't feel so trapped between him and the wall anymore when Rhaast's hands gently pulled you closer to him to deepen the kiss.

"Thank you for always protecting me, Rhaast. Kayn, I love you," you smile against his lips, your hands touching his face. He pulls away only for a moment to look you in the eyes before grabbing you around your ass and lifting you up. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bed.

Holding onto the back of his neck, you squirmed in his arms as the he lowered you onto the soft cotton bedding. The bed was cool under the fabric of your clothes, a delicious contradiction to the heat radiating between you and Kayn.

The two of you bite and suck and play amongst each other's lips, your body gradually becoming more and more aroused. When you look back into his eyes, you can tell Kayn has returned.

"I'm sorry, my love, but I can't control myself when it comes to you," he says, a shy but sly smile taking over the canvas of his face. He looks so cheeky, trying to get you to forgive him still even when you're sure he knows your hardly angry anymore.

Now you're just turned on.

"I understand- I can't say I wouldn't have reacted the same way... Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you make it up to me?" You smile back at him, tracing a finger down the soft skin of his muscular bare chest. He tilted his head in response, raising a brow. His body towered over you as the two of you lay there, encompassing you in his thrilling aura.

"You dirty little thing," he cooed before nuzzling his face into your neck, his wet tongue dragging along your skin before placing a soft nibble. You whimpered at the feeling as he continued scraping his teeth along your flesh.

"I would destroy everything for you, my love," his voice is sweet like a summer wind, warm emotions ruffling straight through to your heart. Kayn was everything- the sun, the moon, the stars. In this moment before you share the most intimate of actions, you felt so close to him.

He was being so open after the events that had occurred. You realized perhaps Rhaast was his way of communicating the things he didn't really want to say, and it made you feel warm inside that he was comfortable enough with you to share that side of him.

Your thoughts came to an abrupt stop when Kayn sat up to help you out of your clothes, removing his own swiftly. Your mouth hung open at the sight of him removing the black leather belt from his pants, the corded muscles in his arms flexing as his fingers fumbled with the buckle. When he looked back up at you with a feline gaze, you swore you could see flickers of Rhaast.

He bends, crawling over your squirming frame. The air was thick with tension as he began caressing your body with his large hands. They were rough on your soft skin as he pinched and prodded your nipples, leaning down slowly to suck them one by one.

There was this thing about Kayn- he never stopped watching you. Always looking at your expression, gauging how certain things made you feel. You were so enthralled by the way he looked at you while pleasing you that that alone had your heat rising.

He made his way down your body, peppering kisses and bites as he traveled. Once he reached your front, you hissed in a breath at the first feeling of his tongue on you.

He licked and sucked, his warm tongue caressing everywhere perfectly as he serviced you.

"Fuck, Kayn that feels so good," you moaned, grabbing his hair and tugging- to which he responded with a growl. You knew how that made him feel, and you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you in that moment. Sure, his mouth felt great, but you knew his cock would feel even better.

He almost became feral, you noticed, as he ceased his movements and sat up, grabbing you and pulling your legs towards him so you were at the edge of the bed.

"You drive me fuckin' crazy baby," his voice gravely, he gripped his thick member, stroking it a few times while looking at you through thick lashes. "I'm going to fuck you, now. Show you who you belong to, right my love?"

"Please Kayn, P-Please fuck me now," you whimpered, your cheeks warm and flushed, a hand caressing your front while the other rested idly by your head.

"I love it when you beg. Only for me, baby. Yeah- fuck," he stammered a bit as he pressed his tip to your entrance, watching his dick become engulfed slowly by your hole. "You're always so gods damned tight for me."

The feeling of his dick had your brain melting, your hand stopping for a moment. Kayn noticed, stopped his movements, and gave you a look.

"Did I tell you to stop, love?" All you could do in response between whimpers was shake your head, and you moved your hand back to keep pleasing yourself as he started picking up the pace. "Gooood, good fucking b/g."

He continued his pace, grunting every few seconds in sync with his thrusts. You rolled your eyes back into your head as you felt yourself climb higher and higher. Kayn leaned down and kissed you passionately, biting your lip as he released you.

"Cum for me, love. I'm not going to last much longer with you gripping me like this. He hissed in his breath as you shuddered and cried out, reaching your climax. Your vision blurred, a few tears dripping down your face as you gripped his forearms.

"Fuck baby- Fuck I'm gonna cum," Kayn groans, whipping his head back. "Take my cum baby, that's it, fuuuuuuck." His hips buck against you as he finds his release and lets out shuttering breaths as he slows to a stop.

He pulls out slowly, leaving you feeling empty but content as he pulls you up further onto the bed and collapses onto the plush mattress.

"Maybe I should get jealous more often if this is how the night ends up," he smiles, and you roll your eyes in response.

"Maybe I shouldn't have rewarded you for that behavior," you giggle, and he scoffs. "Next time let's talk about it first, unless the person you're jealous of actually looks like he is doing something bad?"

"Yeah yeah, I know," now it was his turn to roll his eyes, returning to his normal sassy self for a moment before softening again. "I really am sorry, Y/N. I love you."

"I know you are. Oh and by the way, you may want to save the rest of your apologies for your talk with Yone tomorrow..."

"Shit," was all he responded, shaking his head. "Great... Whatever, he'll get over it. He loves me."

"Yeah, so do I Kayn. So do I," you smile, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight my love."

"Goodnight, baby." He responds, and as when you fall asleep you dream of Kayn and Rhaast and the lovely life you share. Even through the ups and downs he will always be your everything.

#Heartsteel x Reader #Heartsteel Kayn x Reader #Kayn x Reader #League of Legends x Reader #League x Reader #LoL x Reader

[kithtaehyung]

sundress season (3tan) | myg

drabble: sundress season | chapter: post-anytime pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime  rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: you’re wearing a what.   warnings: language, his texts might need their own warning, yoongi on the phone, mentions of sexual acts, this gd outfit note: this takes place between 3tan8 and the upcoming 3tan9. if you haven’t read anytime or any of the three tangerines series yet, i highly recommend reading those first! it will make so much more sense lol note 2: again..... this literally happened bc of this post so it’s everyone’s fault lmaooo.. but since the goal was p big, i didn’t wanna slack on this one, so that’s why it took a bit longer to finish. i hope y’all know how much ily ! starting off the bday month with a bang. mood: wet dreamz - j. cole (sry lol i had to)  word count: 4.8k  release date: august 13th, 2022, 2:47pm est

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“No, dude. Outta your league.”

“Fuck you, Chim.”

“I’m just saying.”

“What do you even mean? Hey, Yoong, look at this.”

Barely having paid attention, Yoongi only gets a bright screen shoved into his face before he retreats with a squint. “The fuck? What.”

“Shit, sorry.” His friend lowers the light before showing at a more acceptable distance, the only thing visible a photo of someone with her friends. “The one in the middle. I got a chance, right?” 

It only takes one good look to see that he probably doesn’t. “No.”

“Wow. Both of y’all can fuck off.”

“You asked,” Yoongi points out before taking a sip from his glass, the sounds of multiple conversations bustling around their table. 

It’s surprisingly busy for a Monday night, especially on this side of town. But who knows. Maybe this is their normal; he doesn’t come around here often. 

Besides, he’s only doing what he was told. Upscale hasn’t really been Yoongi’s thing, but Jimin’s newest way of cheering people up is to drag them to high-end, expensive as fuck restaurants. A bit different from inviting them over for drinks and a smoke. 

Tae probably has something to do with this.

Whatever. He’ll deal. Not like he has to eat anything. Frankly, he’ll shock himself if he ends up getting anything other than an overpriced cocktail. “If you really wanna know, just find out on your own.”

“Easy for you to say.”

Beside him, Jimin shrugs. “He’s right, Shiv.” 

“That’s because you both—People just—Look. This shit isn’t easy for me.” 

As soon as Yoongi says “we know” in tandem with Jimin, he huffs into his drink hearing the latter’s laughter. But this dude has been striking out lately, so he decides to soften the blows. “Just chill. You’ve been trying too hard.” 

“Yeah, I know. It’s just been rough since we split up.” There’s a big swig before Shiv continues. “Like if being myself caused that, then—”

“Nah, fuck that.” The thick leather of his chair pushes against him as he leans back. “Don’t let that get to you.”

“Just because she left doesn’t mean it was all you,” Jimin tacks on, bottle limp in a few fingers. “Especially when she dipped out of nowhere.”

True.

Yoongi stares into his glass, unblinking as he peers through the dark amber liquid inside. “Exactly. She’s been wanting out for a minute.”

A scoff is all they get. “Is this your way of cheering me up because…” Shiv’s words fade out, but it isn’t until he says something else that his attention is given

“I fucking love summer.”

Huh.

The hell is he looking at?

When Yoongi turns to look, all boredom and sense leaves his body. And everything else leaves his brain.

Because he spots you. Draped in a dress that feeds every goddamn fantasy he’s had since last week—maybe even longer than that.

Fuck.

Fuck.

What are you doing here? Was he always clutching his drink this hard? Shouldn’t he not be looking this long? Why does he frankly not give a fuck if he is or not?

You have to know how attractive you look right now. There’s no way you walked outta that house thinking anything else. 

And to think he almost stayed home.

Although, Yoongi’s a little regretful that he didn’t. Because seeing you without being able to do anything else has him on the brink. The edge. An edge he’s fucking close to ignoring because your ass looks even better than he imagined it would. 

Goddamn.

You aren’t even doing anything. All you’re doing is waiting to be seated, your entire party talking and occasionally roping you into their conversation. 

And he can only stare. Knowing damn well he shouldn’t.

So damn beau—

“Oh, wait. That’s…” His friend that’s still very much present cuts into his thoughts. “Damn. Wait, that’s her? She looks a lot different now.”

Before Yoongi says anything he’d regret, Jimin goads, “Yeah? Different how?”

“Hot.”

The dark, inward laugh that threatens to spill out of Yoongi’s mouth is potent, his tongue shoving all thoughts and responses into his cheek. 

Yeah, you’ve certainly matured. And sure, you look hot as fuck right now. 

But he guarantees that, above all, it’s your confidence that’s drawing everyone in. 

Calm. Unbothered. Staring right at everyone’s eyes as if they’re the most important people in the room.

You’re gonna be someone someday. 

And it terrifies him.

Suddenly, Yoongi hears your name leave his best friend’s lips, and it’s taking all of him to hope that you don’t hear him fuck you heard him. So damn loud…

But he laughs to himself in the end.

Because after all this time, you’re still so cute, with your looks of shock that are admittedly some of his favorites. 

Especially when he knows the main reason for them. It’s too easy to get a reaction out of you, and he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t fucking love it.

The only thing is: he can’t do anything. Absolutely nothing as you make your way to their table hold up why are you walking over? What the hell are you looking at—

Fucking Park. 

Of course.

“Hi,” you address in a sweep, looking even better up close. 

To Yoongi’s despair, it’s much easier to see how you accessorized yourself. And how well you fill that damn sundress that he still can’t believe you’re wearing. 

Of all the things to see you out in… 

Is there someone out to get him? Is this karma for all the shit he’s thought about? Or the way he had you on the phone last night?

He needs to not think about that, either. Not when he’s already dealing with you in the present. There’s no way he can handle both at the same time, especially since he’s already forcing himself to stay the fuck in his seat. 

At least he gets you tomorrow.

Wait, isn’t your interview tomorrow? Don’t you have work early, too?

Jimin’s compliment cuts through his realizations as it floats above the table, “You look nice.”

“Thank you!” 

“Hello.”

Yoongi gives Shiv a once-over as you turn to greet him, and when you thank the guy for saying you look pretty, he hopes that you don’t face him next.

But you do.

And you give him a greeting that’s much to shy, for his heart does something stupid before he offers his own.

“Didn’t expect to see y’all here,” you comment, thankfully sparking conversation around him instead of with him. 

Which is for the best. He probably shouldn’t stare while thinking about how those nails would feel digging into his back. Or how you would react if he pulled you into a stall, one palm clamped over your mouth while the other can’t decide where to start. 

Another sinful laugh threatens to spill. 

Fuck, how he would ruin you if you let him.

Feigning nonchalance, he takes a slow sip from his glass while his eyes inevitably linger, finally tuning back in when you observe,

“It’s so busy right now.”

“Happy hour. It’s why we’re here,” Jimin responds before pointing at Shiv. “Cheering this guy up.”

“Excuse you?”

God, he can’t do this. Your small, innocent pout is enough to break him down, which should never, ever be the case. 

If you ever pull one of those on him… 

Nope. He doesn’t wanna know.

In a dumb attempt, Yoongi fishes out his phone as you turn to add your own encouragement. Because of course you would. 

“You okay?“

“Yeah. Just a breakup.”

“Oh, damn. I hope you feel better.”

“It’s nothing, sweetheart.”

He pauses.

What did Shiv call you?

The look on your face says it all. Yoongi has to fight his lips from spreading any wider, your sorry attempt to hide your expression way too adorable to ignore.

He’s definitely gonna give you shit for that.

“Well, umm. That’s good,” you offer before looking over a shoulder he wants to kiss. “I should go.”

And Yoongi offers a bye along with the others, clenching his jaw when you walk off because what the fuck.

He might damn near groan.

Forget tomorrow. You need to be bent over his couch right fucking now. 

If he were younger, and if you were anyone else, there’s no telling what he would’ve done to you in those bathrooms near the back. Or in his car after he swerved off the road.

But on the same token, there’s another emotion lingering in his chest. Something deeper, fuller, more important than the outright attraction he’s hoping to god isn’t so obvious.

Pride.

How can he have that in someone that isn’t his?

Is that normal? How he feels watching you walk with your chin up and a new sway to your hips?

He’s seen that same walk hundreds—thousands—of times. So why does it seem fresh and brand new when it’s you?

He huffs from his nose before staring into his glass.

Showing you off would be too easy. 

Whoever gets to do that better do it right, and often.

“Was that too much again?”

Yoongi lowers his eyes to his phone before scrolling in his lap. “Sounded fine to me,” he lies.

There’s a tinkle of laughs while the guy laments, “I knew it. I’m so bad at this now.” 

“You wouldn’t’ve gotten that one anyway,” Jimin chides with one more chuckle. “Let’s keep going.”

Yoongi officially checks out when they discuss other potential matches. Because he may or may not have noticed that your table is easily visible, and he may or may not have decided to not leave you alone just yet.

Not like he’s going anywhere soon.

He can’t even stand up if he needed to anyway.

Tonight is supposed to be a fun, celebratory party for Dom. You put on a nice, comfortable dress, and freshened up more than you have in a long time. Feeling great is an understatement.

But seeing Yoongi throws you off in every which way possible and inside you feel like a wreck.

While you’re delighted that he gets to see you done up, you want nothing more than to mount his lap and ride him until he tears you apart.

Because holy fuck, he looks so fine.

It’s decided. You’re sure of it. The universe is testing you and you haven’t studied a single thing.

Did he have to have his hair like that? Did he have to look the most dressed up you’ve ever seen him? Why did he follow this restaurant’s dress code and not opt for a more casual fit instead? 

Just don’t think about it. Any of it. Especially the way his hair would look between your—fuck!

Focus. 

Tonight is for Dom. 

When everyone situates around a multi-table setup, you tell yourself to not be distracted. Yes, there are a bunch of people—most of which you only semi-know—but you still can’t get too sidetracked by his frame in that suit. By the chains on his neck. By the spread of his—

Stop!

Just try to converse. Be social. At least Reia and Yuri are in front of you.

That’s when you feel a vibration.

And you already know who it’s from.

Attempting to appear normal, it’s a wonder you only choke internally when you view what he said.

Yoongi [8:03pm]: Hey sweetheart :)

Goddamn it.

It’s a struggle to not smile like a fool. Admittedly, you didn’t exactly hold back your expression at the stranger’s forthcomingness. Which is exactly why you’re getting this text.

If you weren’t mistaken, you’re also pretty sure you saw Yoongi react. Which was way too attractive in itself, but you don’t wanna give him even more unspoken praise. 

You [8:04pm]: oh my god

You [8:04pm]: was my face that obv

Yoongi [8:05pm]: Lmao

You [8:05pm]: 🥴 

Wait.

Why is he texting you now? Aren’t you both in public? Surrounded by people you know?

Yeah, your brother isn’t here, but Mr. Sweetheart could know him. 

Then again… What does Yoongi have your contact saved as? Is it your name? Something else? Just your number and no name at all? 

There’s still so much you don’t know about him, and it excites you as much as it pains you.

Before you can mull over it more, he keeps the conversation going.

Yoongi [8:07pm]: Afraid he’ll never recover

Well. 

If he’s gonna keep texting… 

Why not lean into it?

You [8:07pm]: damn

A couple minutes go by without anything, and you’re pulled into a discussion. When a few other moments pass with no texts, you assume that’s the end of your thread.

So much for leaning into it. You definitely spoke too soon.

Probably for the best that it’s already over, though. There’s no telling how future texts would go, with the thrill of him being here and looking like sin.

Fuck, he looks handsome.

And quite frankly, you look pretty decent, too. 

Hummingbirds flit about your stomach when you know Yoongi got to see you tonight. Because all the other times he’s seen you, what you’ve worn has mostly been casual. Comfortable. Dalo was the only exception, but you assume neither of you wanna count that night. 

You briefly wonder what he thinks about your dress before a road trip talk materializes.

“I haven’t been on one in awhile,” Reia sighs as she places arms on tablecloth. 

When Yuri agrees before facing you, you already know what she’s gonna suggest. “We should go. It’s summer!”

“I have work,” you groan, frustration pursing your lips. With this interview also hovering over you, there isn’t much thought you can pour into something like that. 

“Boo.”

“No fun!”

“Sorry, y’all.”

Although… You start thinking about how one with—

Another vibration pulses in your lap, and you check to see who it could be. 

Yoongi [8:12pm]: Wdy look so cute for?

What.

Huh?

What is he doing!

The other texts were harmless. What the hell is he thinking sending this?

You [8:12pm]: 😳

You [8:12pm]: be serious

Yoongi [8:12pm]: K

You snort when you see the curt reply, knowing that if it was anyone else, you would’ve been mad as hell. But it’s so him that you can’t help but laugh.

At least he came to his senses quick. Gotta stay safe someho—

Yoongi [8:13pm]: Wdy look so fucking hot for?

Fuck!

Your foot abruptly slides forward, shoe clunking against the middle table leg in your shock. 

Everyone around you doesn’t notice, but Dom eyes you with a cocked brow from the head of the table. How did she know that was you? 

You wave her off before taking a sip of your drink to cool down.

You [8:13pm]: ……..

Yoongi [8:14pm]: :) 

Ass! 

In your haste to just reply and get this over with, you discover that he can make you flounder even over texts. 

You [8:14pm]: don got promoted !!

You [8:15pm]: don*

You [8:15pm]: dom**** fuck

Yoongi [8:16pm]: Lmaooo

Why the hell did you ever respond? 

You don’t know how it’s possible, but just his texts are enough to make you sweat. Beneath your dress, both of your legs slowly shift, your thighs rubbing against each other a bit too often.

If anything, Yoongi certainly knows how to compliment someone.

Distraction comes in the form of servers, getting everyone’s orders and gathering menus. A bit thrown by a potential vibration in your lap, you don’t even remember what you got and you hope to everything that it was a relatively cheap option. 

More conversation sprouts around the table, and you try to listen to what’s happening on either side. Some are talking about work troubles, others are lamenting the down period for sports. But they’re all lively and let you feel included, just like the one that invited them all.

You feel a little bad when you keep checking your phone, but at least they don’t really know you. To them, it would just look like you’re…

What? Talking to someone you like? Someone you may or may not be seeing? 

Where were you going with that?

Glancing down, you do see another text. And its contents affect you just as much as the notification.

Yoongi [8:30pm]: Isn’t your interview tomorrow?

You [8:36pm]: mmhmm. i’m dd🙄

Why are butterflies mingling with the hummingbirds? And why do you feel like smiling like an idiot in front of all these people?

Maybe how last night ended is still staying with you. Because you feel pretty damn good right now, and knowing that you have Yoongi’s attention like this in a public space makes you feel something dangerous. 

There’s another reason why you decided on your outfit today. Since you left that part out, you allow yourself to slide another message up, riding this wave as far as it will go.

You [8:39pm]: but yeah it’s sundress season !

Yoongi [8:39pm]: My favorite :)

You [8:41pm]: ofc it is

Yoongi [8:44pm]: 😊

You [8:45pm]: don’t even 

Yoongi [8:45pm]: Haha

Yoongi [8:50pm]: But I’m serious. You look nice.

That’s where it should end.

A natural close. 

Just say thank you and move on. 

…But what if you do something else?

Be it the thrill of doing this in a public space, or the fact that you want to jump his bones right now, you don’t know. There’s just a tiny flame you see in his words that you want to stoke.

So you do.

You [8:55pm]: how nice

Of course, you sometimes forget who you’re dealing with.

Because your plan completely backfires when his response comes way too quick.

Yoongi [8:56pm]: Meet me in a stall and I’ll tell you

What the fuck!

You can’t even pick at your food. Not when he’s giving you plenty to choke on already.

You [8:56pm]: ???? 

You [8:56pm]: here?(?

He’s not serious, is he? No. 

Even if he was, that would be crossing multiple lines. Texting is already pushing it, but it would be glaringly obvious if the both of you were absent from your tables for too long. 

Yoongi [9:01pm]: I’m kidding 

Yoongi [9:01pm]: But I’d be down

You [9:05pm]: no !!

Yoongi [9:06pm]: You don’t wanna? :((

God.

You hate how much you like this side of him. Or maybe this is just him, and you still can’t believe that you get to witness him in his natural, lethal state.

If you told yourself from a year ago that things would come to this, you wouldn’t have believed it for a second.

But if you also told yourself that you’d grow in ways you didn’t even consider, you wouldn’t have believed that, either.

You [9:10pm]: i do

You [9:10pm]: but i’d rather go home with you..

Looking back, much has changed.

But when you glance over to see him lift his eyes your way, your heartbeat concludes that some things will always stay the same.

You don’t ever think you’ll get over him. 

Which is fine, because you don’t want to.

Yoongi [9:11pm]: You don’t want that lol

Huh.

Of all the responses that he could’ve sent, that certainly wasn’t the choice you were expecting. Cocking a brow at your screen, you respond. 

You [9:12pm]: i do🥺

Yoongi [9:13pm]: Promise you don’t

You [9:13pm]: why not?

What the heck does he—

You hear your name being called, and it takes all of you to not react like you’ve been busted. “Hmm?”

“The party’s this Friday, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“See,” Dom directs to one of her friends. “Busy.” 

A small smile is offered on your end before impatience ropes you back to your phone. You’re sure the song that’s playing above your head is nice, and you can guess that the giggles in front of you are about Rohan. 

But your full attention is on an answer you’re zero percent positive about. 

What the hell does Yoongi mean? And why is he so damn enticing even over texts? 

Yoongi [9:14pm]: Just cus 

Enticing, your ass! 

You [9:15pm]: wow

Yoongi [9:15pm]: :)))

It’s like that, huh… 

This guy is something else. 

Questioning why you started texting him in the first place, you put your phone down to take a few more sips. Because you’re thirsty. Certainly not to cool yourself down. 

Right.

“Damn, where’s our dessert?”

“I was wondering.” 

Now that people mention it, you agree. It’s been quite awhile since you all ordered, and you feel a bit bad that your party is so big. Damn Dominique and her brilliant way of gaining friends and keeping them. 

She looks positively radiant as she tells another work story, and you laugh a little when you know exactly which one it is. 

Not many people can say they had a tough conversation with their CEO and came out unscathed. But when you save your company a bunch of time and money, no one can really do anything except let it slide. 

Well, and promote you. Which is why all of you were invited to a place like this.

What would she tell you to do now? How would she tell you to respond? 

Probably to press the man for an answer. 

Following sound advice that you manufactured, you go back to your device and start typing.

You [9:22pm]: tell me🥺

He probably won’t, given his stupid, short track record. But damn it, you wanna know! 

The only solace you get from minutes of no texts is that you can always hound him tomorrow. You know exactly where to poke him to make him flinch, after all. 

Yoongi [9:27pm]: Can’t. Heading out now :) 

Oh. 

Forget poking.

The both of you are gonna fight.

You [9:29pm]: RUDE???

You [9:30pm]: ok🙄

After you slip your phone back into your bag, you turn just in time to see him walking away with the others. When he playfully shucks Jimin off at the exit, you wonder if it has something to do with you.

You blink.

Why do you feel so… peaceful? Like life is okay and there isn’t anything that can bother you except the man strolling out the door? It’s such a serene feeling that you feel like smiling for no reason.

For the first time in a long while, the sky in your mind is spotless.

Thunderclouds can’t be seen for miles, and there lies an abundance of soft grass and flowers at your toes—a stark difference from the thick, muddy sludge you’ve been trudging through for days. Weeks. Months. 

And something else drapes over you like a warm blanket, a feeling from the night that you kissed under moonlight. Another time Yoongi blatantly disregarded where you were and simply did what he wanted. 

You craft the scene from memory, staring and realizing that those two have no clue what they’ll go through in the coming days. How the uncertainty between them is going to wither and fade, bit by beautiful bit.

And then you leave them alone.

You join the present with newfound tranquility. Everything around you rings clear, from the voices around the table to the clinks of glasses around the restaurant. The summer breeze announces its presence through open windows, and you wonder if it’s been trying to get your attention for awhile now.

Everything’s good.

Observing a decorative clock on the wall you never noticed before, you can’t believe that you’ve been texting Yoongi for over an hour. In public.

If only you could sit next to him next time. Or maybe even… 

A text comes through.

And you figure that things are fine as they are now. 

Yoongi [9:40pm]: So are you 🤕

Shit, you know you’re beaming but you honestly can’t help it. You truly didn’t know he’d like your outfit this much, and this new information makes you feel more than a bit dizzy. 

Suddenly shy, you text back and hope he sees it when not being orbited by his friends.

Dessert finally arrives a couple minutes later, and it isn’t until ten minutes after that when you get a reply.

You [9:42pm]: i wish i knew you liked them. i have a lot.

Yoongi [9:55pm]: Show me sometime 

Ah. 

You intend to. 

You [9:57pm]: if you behave🥴

Yoongi [9:59pm]: Haaaaa

The giggle you let out is the one that gets you caught. 

You raise your eyes to Yuri and Reia, the two of them giving you smug as fuck looks. “Huh.” 

“You’re so gone, dude.”

“I told you!” 

Swatting their comments down, you give them sheepish lips before muttering, “Shut up.” 

“You are!” 

“Why didn’t you invite him!” 

“She wants to keep him to herself, look at her.” 

“Stop!” you playfully grit. “I told you, we aren’t a thing.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“But you’re married?” 

You outright groan through a grin, feeling bashful and elated and giddy all at once as you laugh with them right after. 

“Go on, keep sexting your man.” 

“I’m not!” 

“Sure you aren’t.”

“Uh huh.”

When they mercifully let you go, you chuckle to yourself before texting back your reply, thrums of doves invading your stomach when he immediately responds. 

You [10:05pm]: jk. i will☺️

Yoongi [10:06pm]: Thank fuck

It should be a crime how attracted you are to this man. 

Well, no.

That isn’t the real issue. While attraction and lust are certainly problems, they aren’t the feelings you’re really worried about. 

Yoongi [10:08pm]: Have fun doll

The scarier feelings are the ones you have to sequester to the innermost parts of your heart. Because your finish line seems a bit too much in reach right now, and you don’t wanna trip right before you can cross it. 

You [10:08pm]: see you tomorrow<33

As soon as you click your phone shut, your head shakes with a tiny smile.

Because somehow, seeing him makes you more nervous than your interview does.

And you’re determined to make the most of both.

—

—

—

—

You can’t.

You can’t leave this alone.

What did Yoongi mean? What did he have on his mind?

After everyone’s made their way to the standing bar, you sneak away to lock yourself in a stall. Inhaling, you ring him up, hoping that Jimin or the other guy aren’t around. 

Thankfully, he answers.

“You okay?”

“I wanna know.”

“Huh?”

Your voice comes out in a whisper, even though you know you’re alone. “What you would do. If you could’ve taken me home.”

The soft chuckle on the line makes you weak.

“You’re in the bathroom, huh.”

“Maybe so.”

“Adorable.”

“You’re stalling.”

“Maybe so.”

“Yoo—” 

Suddenly, some people walk through the door, the sounds of the restaurant a lot louder for a few seconds. After perking up, you realize it’s some of Dom’s friends. 

Do you think they’ll care? Would they even know who you’re talking to? 

Have any of them been with Yoongi before? 

It’s that one stupid question that convinces you to keep quiet. 

“Mm. Can’t talk?”

“I—” Your voice is hushed. “Yeah.” 

“Poor baby.”

Ugh! 

You almost think about hanging up on him, but the deep, knowing laugh that strokes your ear renders you useless.

“I’d blow your fuckin’ back out, doll.”

Fuck.

Breaths turn ragged in a second. Vision is somehow blurred.

You weren’t ready. Fucking hell, you were not prepared. 

“Make you sit on my face until you come.”

You almost moan his name, and you have to press a palm against your mouth to keep it in. 

“Is that what the baby girl wants?”

“Yes,” you whisper, impossibly small and undoubtedly hoarse. 

”What was that?”

“I said fuck you,” you grit a tad louder, lowering your phone volume when Yoongi outright laughs through your speaker. 

“Please do. But get your pretty ass back out there.”

Why the fuck is he so perfect? 

Sighing, you shudder out before obliging. “Okay.”

“And good luck tomorrow.”

It’s not the interview you’re worried about anymore. While you feel prepared for that, you don’t feel ready for what’s to come after it in the slightest. “I’m more nervous to see you.”

For some reason, Yoongi chuckles again. And you don’t have a damn clue know why. 

“Don’t say that.”

Why not? “It’s true.”

“Always so cute.”

Well, you figure you’ll find out either way tomorrow. 

Maybe you’ll think of some preemptive revenge, as well. 

“Bye, babe.”

“See you soon.”

Everything goes silent again, only the ambiance of the bar and the music in the speakers accommodating the space. 

When you stare at your dark screen, you realize a few things. 

One, you’re alone again. Two, you call him babe way too easily. 

And three? 

Whether in secret or not.

You’re seeing someone. 

For real. 

And it’s Min fucking Yoongi.

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tbc. 

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A/N: DID YALL SEE HIS SELFIES TODAY?? HOW TF DID HE KNOW HE’D LOOK FANCY.. anyways, i dunno what else i can say other than this is hopefully a part that was worth waiting for! i’m just glad i could swing it between anytime and 3tan9. did i expect for it to be this big? no lol. but i figured that i would spoil y’all. it’s bday month! i’m feeling pretty good, what can i say skfjlshf but seriously, i love you all so much and i hope this was okay! A/N 2: this is not the end of sundress scenarios >:))) so stay ready  ++ feedback box: ⇥ of course, any reblogs/comments/messages are appreciated! ⇥ for the ones that are too shy to reblog with a review, comment on this, or send a message, i went ahead and made another anonymous form where you can send in what you think! ⇥ no emails collected, no need to put in a username. it’s literally just a comment dropbox :D feedback can be as short/sweet or as long as you’d like! ⇥ here! ++ ⇥ masterlist

#HI HELLO ITS HERE #bts #bts fic #bts imagines #bts reactions #yoongi #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts fanfic #bangtanbathhouse #bangtansorciere #houseofddaeng #btshoneyhive #*ryenfictalk #*ryenwrites #*latest #3tan8.5 #oh my goodness i hope this was worth it LOL

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☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

OH GOSH YEAH THERE IS it's called 'without grace, without understanding' (thanks wrinkle in time) and it's a reimagining of the training arc with roy and jamie in season 3

this got a little long so it is..... under a cut lsdfkjs.

update: 'a little long' this is basically a fic in itself lmfao WHOOPSIES. i guess i may as well actually tag it, enjoy... whatever this is.

started off with me thinking about the myriad of ways that could've been a fascinating plot to use to explore those two characters' trajectories and their relationship to themselves and each other and this sport. roy's lack of trust in himself and his conviction that he ruins things.

and it's like... thinking about how roy's approach is uh. a bit much sometimes and jamie particularly doesn't necessarily react super well to that and has a tendency to take things the wrong way even when they are well delivered, and thinking about roy's concerns this season about his coaching skills. that he's REALLY worried about being a good coach. and the stuff in season 2, where he was worried he was Ruining Phoebe somehow, just.

and there's the jamie of it all. him trying to hard to be better, to do better, not sure how to make it work. how to make it happen. how to be as good as zava, be better than zava. still trying to deserve the second chance he's been given. still a brat a lot of the time bc he is who he is but also trying so hard to be good. be cooperative. be a team player. Work Hard Enough.

so you get into the actual training of it, right. they're working together one on one, and roy is pushing him. hard. and i looked at that and went. okay this is supposed to be humorous but also what if we took it seriously. what if roy pushed him TOO hard and jamie just let him because he’d do basically whatever roy told him to and thinks he’s supposed to shut up and not whine and Be Good. and this somehow ends up pushing jamie so hard he’s just completely exhausted or hurt somehow and roy is absolutely horrified by this. and is like NOPE i cant do this i shouldn’t be doing this and doesn’t really communicate to jamie why he’s calling it off. he just does it. so jamie thinks he’s done something wrong and roy thinks he’s protecting jamie by (freaking out and) walking away and it’s a MESS they gotta sort out.

somewhere in there there's a thing with roy and the coaches or the diamond dogs as a whole, right. after he's walked away from training jamie one on one and their relationship is extremely strained bc roy is spiralling beyond proportion like Oh Fuck, Oh Gd, I Was Ruining Him, I Was Hurting Him and jamie is like He's Done With Me He Don't Want Fuck-All To Do With Me. so things are... weird. they're not really talking. they're both upset and hating it. but roy sort of. he doesn't stop coaching jamie again at all, but he does sort of. he pulls back. he goes stiff and distant and doesn't engage. he doesn't ice him out like in s2 but he's not. there. either.

and so they're talking and he's like. (in his mind the training is like. paused. they're Taking A Break.) but he's like. i need to talk to you about jamie. and the others are like... yeah, sure seems like it! and roy just admits. i don’t know how to train him. what i know how to do isn’t working. what worked on me isn’t working (ted/beard/someone voice maybe it perhaps Didn’t Work On You in a good way, but-) so What Do I Do.

which gives ted the opportunity to pay it forward with some advice and just - positive reinforcement. maybe try approaching this differently. he’s destroying himself trying to make you happy, make you proud, do good in your eyes. he idolizes you, not sure how AWARE of that you are, but he does. still. maybe try using that - tell him what he’s doing right.

(and that's the fuck of it all right is like. there's this part of roy that's been wondering if he's a bad coach for the opposite reason, too. he's been wondering if he's been too soft on jamie, and maybe that was the problem. it was something that was gnawing at him, before jamie worked himself sick/hurt and he realized his approach was massively backfiring, that like... maybe he was a bad coach because he couldn't be harsh enough. but he couldn't just. he couldn't stomach being like the coaches he'd had, he just couldn't do it. and then that happened, and obviously that wasn't it, but it was in there somewhere)

but so he talks a bit about that there, like, it comes up somehow - the coaches he had when he was young. when he was a kid and when he was coming up. he talks about how he was trained and they’re like right okay sure and how do you feel about those coaches now? how did they make you feel about yourself? is that how you want jamie to feel about you? is that how you want to know he feels when you talk to him?

he doesn't. he doesn't want jamie to feel like that about him, to feel like that when looking at him. because roy respected those coaches and wanted them to be impressed with him but he was afraid of them too. and he never thought for a minute that he ever lived up to their expectations. and fuck, gd, he never, ever wants that for jamie.

and that's the point ted and beard and company sort of gently make to him too like.

and so it's like. he trusts you. he looks up to you. he'd do anything you asked him to. that's good, that helps, but it means you gotta be careful too, y'know?

so he has to figure out a new approach. and it's like. roy doesn't need a personality transplant, don't get me wrong. he's never gonna be ted and he doesn't need to be. that's not the goal here. it's about figuring out how to be tough without being mean, right? and maybe a little about figuring out how to let himself soften.

(especially since half the time it’s his own younger self he’s hollering at imo. and so treating jamie better sort of asks him to realize he should’ve been treated better too. Be Kinder To Him And In Doing So Give Your Own 24 Year Old Self Some Gentleness And Grace.)

so roy offers to resume training with him after some other stuff happens etc, this is the part i have less thought through lmao.

(there's a subplot also with isaac and captain stuff and figuring out there's something up with jamie and not knowing what and trying to piece it together. love that too.)

and there's a scene in the end, right, where we get this whole... they've sorted things out, they're resuming training again, roy has extracted a promise from jamie to Speak The Fuck Up if things aren't going well, and he's promised to be less of a hardass generally, and then there's a bit where he like. apologizes for ever having been that hard on jamie in the first place and not thinking about whether that was the right approach.

and jamie just... he shrugs. he's not affected by this. "gotta make sure i don’t go soft, yeah?" and roy is like. no. absolutely not. stop right there.

which is when roy then makes the very specific point that like. when they talk about jamie’s performance on the pitch and how he should approach it sometimes he needs to be a prick, and he needs to worry about being permissive or passive or whatever else, but even if they have to bust out a thesaurus they will not be referring to him as soft. we will not be using that language here. do you understand me?

which... jamie. doesn't, really. he's like ??? and tries to brush it off at first like pshh that’s just the same thing “don’t want to be noncommittal or passive on the pitch ain’t that just the same thing as soft just more letters” and roy is like no. no it’s not. there’s implications in- in calling someone soft that there ain’t in there, and even if it is, so what. that’s a word that’s been used to hurt you. right? and jamie’s just kinda sullenly silent and roy goes right. which is why im not fucking using it. that’s the fucking point im trying to make here. if i can help it im not gonna fucking hurt you because i really don’t want to.

which y'know. is a lot. it's a lot for both of them. but they figure it out.

i’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while tbh but keep being like no that’s excessive- that’s dramatic- whatever this arc is gonna turn into it doesn’t NEED to turn into an angsty character/dynamic study- but honestly who cares. why not have fun with it. why not get into some of the vast unexplored potential here. maybe one day i will.

#gav gab #gav answers #ask box games #MAY TRY TO WRITE THIS ONE DAY STILL IDK #jamie tartt #roy kent #abuse implied

[kittenintheden]

took me way too long to figure out that Astarion is just a cat. he’s just a lil chaos gremlin cat. whenever you interact with actual cats, he always approves when you show them proper deference and tell them how pretty and ferocious they are. he doesn’t give a shit if you help them or whatever, but if you’re like “what a majestic creature you are” he loves it.

he hates being touched unless he decides he wants it. he likes to play with his food. violence is delightful as long as you keep it fun. he preens for compliments. grooms himself meticulously. his moral compass is dictated by what feels good in the moment and whether or not it’ll serve him a treat. he manipulates you for gain. when he starts actually liking you he’s like “the fuck is this.”

he’s just a gd cat and if you treat him like one then eventually you’ll be his person. like. how did it take me this long. jeez.

#bg3 astarion #bg3 #baulders gate 3 #he’s just a fucking cat

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Bottle You Up

K.C. Cooper x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, some coarse language

In which reader is down with the flu and K.C. takes care of her.

I gave up on this halfway but I got mad at myself for that and wanted to finish it somehow 💀

KC🩵: Hey, babe. Are you up? I’m about to leave for school. [delivered 7:10a.m.]

KC🩵: Want me to pick you up? [delivered 7:14a.m.]

You hear your phone buzzing on the nightstand, but you felt too out of it to pick it up to check it.

KC🩵: I’m worried. [delivered 7:18a.m.]

KC🩵: Is everything okay? [delivered 7:18a.m.]

Groaning, you blindly reached for the device and squinted to look at the screen. Sighing when you realised who it was, you still responded to the texts anyway. Otherwise she’ll never stop texting and you’ll never be able to go back to sleep.

y/n: All good, just feeling a little under the weather. Have a gd day at sch love u

Tossing your phone aside, you wrapped yourself under the covers tightly, feeling a chill. After way too much tossing and turning, you finally got comfortable enough to fall back asleep and allow your body to rest. You weren’t sure hoe much time has gone by but you did wake up to someone yelling at you from the front door.

“y/l/n! Yo! You can’t must text me that the. expect me to do nothing?!”

It was K.C.. You fell out of bed, forcing yourself to get up and peek through your window. Evidently, she spots you looking and gestured for you to come and get the door to let her in. Groaning with each step you took, you eventually reached the door and pulled it open. “Finally.” She sighs, entering your house.

“What’s the matter with you? Why won’t you just tell me what was bothering you?”

“What?” You asked shakily, finding her words a little harsher than usual.

“You just text me that you were feeling under the weather, then what? You were expecting me to leave you alone? Not a chance.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Well, right now, you look like death.”

“Good, ‘cause I feel like it.” You grumbled, trudging over to the couch and collapsing onto it. She walks over to you and felt your forehead, “Let me guess— you didn’t take any meds for it?”

You didn’t even respond. So, she just went ahead and to grab you the meds from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, along with a glass of water. “Take this, I’ll go make you some soup.”

You swallowed harshly at her mention of food, reaching out to take the pill and glass. “No.” You murmured, holding the pull in your mouth meanwhile. “What do you mean, no? It’s one o’clock in the afternoon. You need to eat something.”

You swallowed the pill then said, “No.”

“Babe.” She sighs, taking the glass from you and set it down on the coffee table.

“You don’t get it.” You choked on a sob, “My head hurts so bad I feel like I might throw up even if I just move the slightest bit.”

K.C.’s gaze softened as she held your hands in her own, “I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry, I was just so worried because we weren’t hearing from you at all. I’m sorry, I just need to calm…down. What can I do to make you feel better?”

You shrug, sniffling. “I dunno.” You laid your head in her lap, “Sorry. I should’ve…”

“No, no. Don’t apologise for that. You’re not feeling well, you did the right thing by resting up.” She says, her fingers started combing through your knotted hair, “Close your eyes and just rest.”

“I feel like shit.” You muttered.

“The trashcan’s right beside us. And I’m right here, alright? Don’t worry.” She promised.

With her palm on your stomach, the warmth soothes the ache, allowing you a bit more rest while waiting for the pill to take effect. “You’re alright, love. You’re alright.” She coaxed, watching you doze off under her comforting touch.

Your sleep didn’t last too long however, since you were hit with a pang of nausea the moment your eyes opened up again. K.C. gets the trashcan to you right away, allowing you to spill the contents of your stomach into it. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. Just let it out, don’t think about anything else, don’t look at it.”

Completely exhausted and freezing all you could do was listen to her talking to you. She got rid of whatever was in the trash can then returned to your side. She sees you curled up in the fetal position on the couch under your blanket. “Still cold?”

You nodded, mumbling unclearly.

“I’ll turn the heat up a little.” She does and then came back so you could snuggle with her.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You told her.

“You’re not. Don’t ever think that you are bothering me, alright?” She says.

“Don’t get too close though.”

“Too late, I don’t get sick that easy anyway.” She grins, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “You know, sometimes I wish I could just bottle you up and keep you safe in my pocket.”

You giggle, “What?”

“Yeah, you know? After fighting bad guys with my family for so many years, this world is freaking terrifying. And you’re my girlfriend, I would love to be able to protect you from all the bad things.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” You cracked a smile.

She mirrors your smile, “I’m serious, though. Wish I could protect you from everything bad. It just sucks to see you sick and I can’t really do anything about it.”

“I know, I appreciate the thought but you can’t really do that.” You chuckled lightly.

“One can dream, right?” K.C. shrugs, laughing as she held onto your hand and gave it a squeeze.

“You can also give me cuddles.” You looked up at her with a cheeky gaze.

“That I can do.” K.C. nodded, “I see the meds have kicked in. That’s good.”

“They have indeed.” You traced your fingers all over the back of her hand mindlessly.

“I’m glad.”

#zendaya #x reader #reader insert #female reader #kc cooper #kc undercover #wlw fluff #sickfic #lgbtqia #queer #drabble

[biitchcakes]

THE SPIDER-WOMAN && THE SHROUD .

(** Fair warning, this is a bit of a long post due to pictures**) To start off, the way they first encounter each other is just so perfect ⸺ Max just flat out VULCAN NERVE PINCHES her while she's at her receptionist job. And the fact it works. It's Spider-Woman's weakness and that's simply just hilarious to me.

Then after meeting each other properly ( he breaks into her house while she's in the shower ), he stays the night on her couch. In the morning, she wakes up to find him cooking her some breakfast. . . 🥺🥺

❝ Ms. Drew ❞ just tickles me coming from him idc.

I Love The Way They FLIRT.

❝ If you're embarrassed to hold hands ⸺ ❞ actually teasing her rn. Can't believe he took her hand after using it to blast someone please.

AND IT !! WORKS !!! This is what she's thinking in that moment.

No comment really this is cute af ❤️

Read this as you will :))) U ask me, it's because he would Blush A Lil. Also I just. . . ❝ Mr. Shroud ❞ ❝ Ms. Spider ❞ 😌🖤

Literally INSISTS on taking her out for steak and wine !!! Could have suggested anything else but that's the first dinner he thinks of. ( truly tragic they didn't draw them out to dinner and there's a time skip instead 😔 ).

While they are waiting for their targets, he listens to her and tries to Ease Her Woes for over an hour. . .

❝ See you in the dark, babe. ❞ GIGGLING !!! Needs someone just as melodramatic as her.

One of those SHIELD agents, for the record, is Jerry LOL.

I MEAN COME ON.

A long time later, when Jessica basically fkin dies, she requests Magnus wipes the memories of those who knew her. They all remember her in some form, though vaguely, distantly. . . But Max just KNOWS. . .

:') 🥹

Look, I gotta include the bit below bc I love the way he gd throws himself off the roof without second thought because he sensed her ghost.

❝ anyway she was gone by the time the lovesick fool saved himself ⸺ ❞

I mean ⸺

After a hellish battle with Morgan Le Fay, he and the rest of the present Avengers are able to help save Jessica Drew's life. And there he is. . . Holding Her Hand. . .

Below is unfortunately the last time they are seen together for a looong time ( fkin 1984 to 2023 !! 😭 ). And it's just so damn adorable.

Her powers are gone at this time, they start to come back at a later date. Yet still such confidence in her !! Love him !!

Dr. Strange is watching this whole thing from afar, and the comment he makes about them, I ⸺

ME TF TOO STEPHEN !!!

The most recent time they've been together was pretty Bare Bones flirtation wise :(((( given the Dire Situation™️.

But we do have this. . .

It's just so soft. . .

#LONG POST CW #thank u for coming to my tedtalk #this is just a guide on how to flirt with jess basically #marvel give me what i want #HOOK EM UP FOR VALENTINES DAY FOR ME THANKS #what's the point of this idk #i was Feeling It i needed to Rant About He #consider it a foil to the shitty bf posts hJDGKS #speaking of i still have to finish the one for david anyway #also u ask me #max and jess have that like #cosmic spiritual link or whatever that jerry wanted so bad from her #this is going under her ch study tag #considering like i said this is indeed Flirting With Jessica 101 #( c h . s t u d y . ) #( c o m i c s . ) #( w i s h l i s t . ) #i want a shroud so bad :(( #( m a x c o l e r i d g e . )

[kyogre-blue]

OK, onto SS choice and the timeskip!

Due to when they let you save, I've actually played into the very start of the war phase, so I'll just say it here. I was kind of disappointed by how limp-wristed the whole Edelgard situation is? I expected some more "join me and we shall rule Fodlan" kind of thing, but Edelgard is very neutral and almost disinterested about it. Oh, you're not joining her? Oh well.

The Byleth relationship with Claude is rather detached because he has so little stakes in Fodlan and keeps hiding his actual background and motives for so long, but like the tradeoff is that they have no actual beef or conflict and just cooperate well. I kind of thought Edelgard would be more emotionally charged in some way and she... isn't really? Post timeskip, they go through the motions of starting a sword fight, but then just kinda... stop and... part ways... Not sure if Edelgard's rather under-played delivery is part of the issue. I'm not saying her voice actress is bad, but she doesn't really sell the character imo.

Anyway, I am as ever unimpressed by Edelgard.

Live blogging notes:

Edelgard going to Enbarr to be crowned is a secret.

Man, her dad looks very ill. The implication of her dialogue is that it's because of the "burden of the throne" but eeeeeh

Normally, the archbishop should act as a witness to the ceremony, though iirc the original JP script just had "bishop"...?

"By the covenant between the red blood and the white sword"

Man... Both Hubert in their support and Ionius IX here frame it as Edelgard being "stolen away to the Kingdom" but like, no, her mom took her there? And from what I understand, Edelgard was perfectly fine there. The real issue was when Thales posing as Arundel brought her back. But it seems that Edelgard doesn't actually remember that stuff, so are they purposefully lying to her?

It seems like Ionius IX saw his children experimented on. Edelgard mentions seeing him clench his fists until they bled.

Edelgard's first act: putting Duke Aegir in his place and basically imprisoning him in the palace (?)

Ionius IX and Edelgard both keep referring to how the fate of Fodlan is in her hands now, which is kind of lol given that she's technically only taking over one of three countries in Fodlan.

Oh, interesting. In GD (and I believe BL), you fight the Flame Emperor in the Tomb and then break their mask, revealing Edelgard. But here, Edelgard walks in as herself from the beginning and willingly reveals her identity.

Her wehehe evil henchguy states clearly that they're here to take the Crest Stones, and also the bones. Oh boy!

It's interesting that Edelgard can't just order her classmates to stand down. She's their Emperor, so by disobeying her, they're functionally all traitors. In general, I'm surprised we do battle with her initially and only choose whether to side with her after being ordered to kill her directly.

Despite what I kind of expected, Edelgard never really tries to recruit you and isn't at all surprised that you stand against her. Ngl, I expected a "join me and we can rule the galaxy together" pitch. Kinda disappointed...

Yeah, all the BE kids are like "so what if she's the Emperor, we're just gonna do our own thing" but without actually confronting what they're doing. (Update: Hubert at least obliquely threatens Ferdinand if you attack him, with "you have people you care about in the empire, right? think about what'll happen to them if you stand with the Church")

Edelgard's big speech is like "Church wants to rule Fodlan!" and "Church split up the empire to make kingdom and alliance, all to set us against each other" which, I cannot emphasize enough, doesn't really come across as an issue when there's no major history of conflict between the nations. The only actual post-independence conflict was the Hrym-Ordelia business which barely gets mentioned and is also the Empire's own fault... The gold and extravagance thing is just nonsense too.

Oh, lmao. Seteth says that Edelgard "demanded her own father relinquish the throne" but like... I was at her coronation. They either got lazy copy-pasting dialogue from other routes or assumed you'd totes side with her if you saw that scene.

The tone Rhea and Seteth take in regard to the "progenitor god" is a bit weird because Rhea in particular fluctuates between clearly considering Sothis her mother and her loss as a very personal one, and speaking of Sothis as her goddess and a much more detached authority figure.

Ferdinand says that half of the six big noble families declared support for Edelgard. Hubert's dad was assassinated, Bernie's dad is under house arrest and his wife is siding with Edelgard in his stead, and Ferdie's dad his been stripped of his PM position, his rank, and his lands.

Huh, a bunch of the church units auto-recruited.

You can recruit Hilda here, though I don't have enough of... probably axe ranks.

Dimitri has mysteriously come to the conclusion that Edelgard is responsible for Duscur. The month before, his explore dialogue was about how he hasn't been sleeping.

Anyway, time to kill off some children. I want no one coming to the promise day.

It is unexpectedly hard. Normal mode is so easy you have to be trying to lose on purpose, and even then it's hard to do.

The battle starts with the enemy already within the walls (Outer Wall on the map location). The Church is holding out for reinforcements that come in through the left and right entrances, but they are first taken by Imperial forces (Death Knight on the left, Hubert on the right), which have to be cleared out.

There are "Onagers" (basically catapults) that archers can use to fire in the town and "Fire Orbs" that mages can use next to the monastery inner walls.

There are two Winged Demonic Beasts with the Imperial forces. They have creepy masks and hold "Pointy Art(ificial) Crest Stones" which are "artificial Crest Stones with a distorted shape, produced in the Empire." They have enormous wings that are even a barrier ability (lol) and are noted as being very swift.

Rhea's class is Archbishop, she's using the Sword of Seiros (which is also mentioned in the class description lol) and Seiros Shield (interesting point: halves monster damage). She's got A in sword, reason, faith, and leadership, B in fists, but nothing in axes or bows, and only a D in lances. Her abilities include Sacred Power (gives boost to allies and lowers damage taken) and Charm. Walking buff point, I see.

After we repel them, Edelgard sends in the reserve troops and signals Arundel (Thales). (He comes in with more Demonic Beasts and also attacks Byleth and Rhea with dark magic... in his real form lmao, wonder if anyone noticed how their commander changed out for another dude somewhere along the line.)

I saw this before, but why does Claude fight with a sword in cutscenes? Sword here and sword in the Fort Mercius scene against Nader too. Also, funny that he and Dimitri are hanging out together for some reason.

Note that Byleth swings and extends the Sword of the Creator with enough force to shatter a Demonic Beast's mask and bodily throw it off the Immaculate One. Like, dang... those things are big and heavy??

#playing fire emblem

[averseunhinged]

I HAVE A THING!!!

i'm mostly neck deep in my autumn exchange fic, but have also been working on this klaroline fic that is technically for halloween, but god only knows if i'll finish it, b/c i'm also trying to finish one single gd thing for riverrosetober.

this is a snippet from the halloween fic. it's technically a true blood crossover, but there's only one mention of a single season villain, and i kinda massaged that character's lore a smidge. tiny bit. a skosh. completely overhauled it. so, you don't need to have seen that at all. anyway, i'm trying to make it an exercise in just writing something and then blissfully sending it out into the world without obsessing over it. lololololololol

Klaus didn't notice at first.

Understandable, given the situation he found himself in, New Orleans a far bigger clusterfuck than he'd anticipated. Unforgivable, because he hadn't spent over a millennium honing his paranoia only to lose focus and fall down on the job once two-thirds of his long-term plans had resolved in his favor. And perhaps he was at his wits end, but he found himself oddly bored by the proceedings. Marcel and the witches. Hayley and Camille. His family. Despite the intrigue and murder, two of his favorite pastimes, there was something a bit hollow and listless about it all. Like the excitement he'd found in Mystic Falls had been leeched out of him, leaving only tepid machinations. He recalled joy bubbling up inside of him, like champagne and sunshine, but could no longer invoke anything of the sort.

It took weeks of turning the problem over and over in his mind, before he began to sense the stitchwork in his memory. Even then, it wasn't until he was observing--not stalking, Rebekah, thank you very much--Cami at Rousseau's one night that he knew what had been removed.

Or rather: who.

He spent the evening sweet-talking the bartender as she poured him drink after drink, tipping her every time, until she finally tossed over her shoulder, sassy and offhand, "You're not going to seduce me, Klaus. I'm way too smart to fall for those lines."

He hardly managed to stagger outside and to an isolated location before he was on the ground, clawing at the agony in his head, at the lonely, longing desperation erupting in his chest. The smell of his own blood gagging him, even as he mutilated himself like an animal, trying to tear out what tortured him. It eased off gradually, until eventually he found himself panting, filthy, and exhausted, soothed by the nearby rush of the Mississippi and its muddy-fishy-pollution stink, and the endorphin-soaked relief of the absence of pain.

When he could think again, he fumbled for his cellphone, arms rubbery and fingers clumsy, and despite his bleary vision, found a contact he would have sworn hadn't been there an hour ago. Except it had. He'd had her name, her mobile number, home address, email, the terrible strip mall Chinese restaurant whose egg rolls she loved, her bloody mother's bloody blood type, for fuck's sake, stored in his contacts for months.

His guts curdled when an automated voice told him the line wasn't in service.

He went down the Mystic Falls contacts. The Bennett witch didn't answer. Neither did Stefan. Damon, remarkably, did.

"Listen, I thought the whole taking your psycho family and moving far, far away thing meant I got to stop having these little bromantic chit-chats with you," the absolute prick on the other end of the line said without a greeting.

"If I could reach anyone else, believe me, we wouldn't be," Klaus ground out, throat like broken glass and raw meat.

"Jesus, you sound like shit. Well, almost everyone's gone traveling for the summer, now that things have settled down. If you need a witch, Bonnie's not really taking calls. And also hates you, so you know. Tough luck."

"Who do you suppose I'm calling in regards to, you imbecile?" Klaus panted, heaving himself up off the ground. "Caroline! I'm trying to reach Caroline!"

There was a long pause, and then, with the kind of honest bewilderment that could not be faked, Damon Salvatore asked, "Who?"

#she's missing #for a given value of missingness #that does not include being lost #IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN #klaroline wip wed

[aliensmoothie]

QUICK! someone hands all your ocs their own envelope with their name on it. would they open it? if so, what would be inside? :)

OH HMM . ok . smile . sorry this took so long i had alot of thoughts . grins

GD would open it .she is curious to a fault . and as with most things in her life i dont know if it would go well . i think the envelope is empty but then she walks outside to find everyone Gone until she recovers the envelope and reseals it . or something quite strange and distressing like that . she holds onto it and doesn't mention the occurrence to anyone . the envelope would smell like the sea .

Static i do not think would open hers . a mysterious envelope with her name on it would freak her out . i think inside of it would be one very large pressed flower with singed edges . on the inside of the envelope ( not on a piece of paper inside it but like the Inside of the envelope ) would be some writing detailing what the flower is and some information about it . in handwriting that , if she opened it , she would recognize as her own . for some reason .

Mia would probably open hers . i think it would be an old letter from her ex . which she would not read and promptly throw away . and then later dig out and as she places it back where it was in the way back of a bottom drawer somewhere she wonders with some degree of panic how it was given to her in that same envelope a second time . she doesn't need to read it , she already has .

Naomi doesn't open hers , at this point she knows better . it's a letter from her family that will talk about a bunch of things she doesn't understand and then ask why she never sends letters back . or texts . or calls .

Isabelle opens hers . it's just some junkmail , but the date on it is from a couple years back . and on the back of the paper inside looks like a bunch of different notes written by several different people , all written on top of eachother . one of the notes peaks out , its just something simple like a grocery list , but the handwriting seems very familiar . she throws it away and tries not to think much about it .

AND BECAUSE YOU ASKED ALL OCS AND I ALMOST FORGOR . ill do jack and red too smile

Jack would open it . this is just kind of how the mail system in skyrim seems to work anyways . realistically it would be a letter starting some quest sorry my videogame boygirl . however if i want to get all thematic about it ( which i do ) i think it would be addressed to both him and ruarc and it just has this really old rotted and singed scrap of fabric inside . somehow burnt into the scrap is the dragon words for yol-miin . they have no other option than to hold onto it and try to find some kind of lead on it . maybe it wouldnt be so concerning if it werent also addressed to ruarc , who no one but jack can see . and despite being unmarred itself , the envelope smells Heavily of smoke , and the smell does not seem to disappear over time .

Red would open it without hesitation . he is also curious to a fault . i think there could be alot of different possible things inside . i think firstly there would be confetti inside . this is important . and secondly a recipe card with an ambiguous " meat " listed as one of the ingredients . i think he may have sent this letter to himself while he was out and about ( maybe it is technically from " six ") . the corner of the envelope has Some kind of sticky red liquid on it . because it is a letter he sent to himself it is unclear if this is blood or perhaps berry juice .

#¿ #THIS WAS NEAT . THANK YOU BABE . SMILE ! #my ocs #garden street #sometimes i do forget i have other ocs outside of gardenstreet . and also that red is in garden street too LMAO #yol-miin

[noro-noro-noro]

lojg and detailed dream but i gotta get up for work the gist like

1. have to get ready but I'm discussing with one of my friends i haven't talked to in a while for a long time about smth I don't remember . it was stressing me out a bit. dark in my room at my mom's house. I keep fucking with this origami heart that has a horizontal slit instead of vertical made from a 5x7 index card

2. in the car with my mom on the way to? highschool maybe. we might've stopped in a big store in a shopping center i've been to in a different dream, but it doesn't actually exist.

3. Park somewhere near highschool and then get taken away from my car into this huge group of people. we're all kept together in this giant parking garage & the vibe is like an incredibly unorganized field trip. we don't want to be here and we are chafing against the administrators. they kept telling us to QUIET DOWN, PLEASE, & then playing an incredibly loud & obnoxious tone that was louder than the general murmur of conversation. this alone made me wanna jump that guy. they had cinemasins as a speaker for some reason. I wanted to go home, but then it became walls or something. we were stuck inside. cinemasins at least didn't show up!

4 we are stuck in the horror movies house - things keep happening in a scary fashion, but the house itself is just my mom's house. as usual. I wanted to get out of there though. there was a dude in a rubber michael myers halloween suit thing, but the clothes was neon orange and the skin was green. he wasn't totally an enemy? i mean he did stab me but also he helped me out later. i think he just wanted blood on his knife.

there was this girl who would be described as having a dinner plate face due to how round and flat it was and she also had huge eyes. her name started with "ma" like mandelyn or something like that?? anyway her & her friends were like. decent. everybody else trapped in there was kind of weird or obnoxious in some way or antoher, like this dude Jack that was a grade or two above me in my highschool GD class. they made him a TA on the international trip to greece & i heard he was a huge cunt. anyway he kept turning up & being annoying, so i think I had to embrace the evils or whatever & shatter this hollow toothy glass sculpture into his face. he was mostly unharmed, he just had glass in his eyes and mouth i helped pick out afterwards. there was glass in my.mouth too but I was more careful.

after that, my sister showed up and we were able to make our escape in a weirdly proportioned white truck thing - the seats in the back were facing each other instead of front, & the ceiling was super super low. she ended up driving. we went back downtown to the parking garage where my car was originally, but the interior of it had been turned into a fighting ring for some gang. we took our stuff out of the white truck thing and a dude from the gang went to steal the car but we remotely detonated it. couldn't find my car though - it had been moved below the fighting ring, whcih i almost completely confidently led us into, so we got in an elevator to get down there walking purposefully but people at the bottom were ready to stop us.. fortunately we had this old ex gang member on our side. he kind of had a columbo vibe.

I gotta get up

#dreams

[borathae]

Anybody a fan of The Office? When Yoongi pushed Taehyung away from reader all I could think of was Angela getting "whacked." 🤣

Reader is so gd lucky to have this found family who loves her so much. Everyone is so gentle and kind. I could cry. 😭

JK packing his whole life with him. Sir did we really need to pack weights????

I'm glad snuggly and sweet Taehyung is back and I hope Tae and Yoongi's relationship can get back to normal and things can be harmonious again soon.

I need reader to understand that there's no way in hell that Yoongi is disappointed or angry with her 🥺 I need Yoongi and reader to have an emotional moment instead of him giving her space. Like Yoongs get in there and hold her while she cries.

I love what Seokjin and Hoseok told reader on the beach. The whole you let the happy emotions play out, so you have to let the sad/depressing emotions play out too because burying them only makes things worse. This is soooooo true 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 took me a while in my own life to figure this out, but yes 1000 times yes to this. Once the shock wears off, it will absolutely hit her that it was either kill one person or have hundreds die and in those hundreds her lovers and family would be gone forever. There was no option 3.

hahaha yes gosh that's so true ahhaha

Reader is so gd lucky to have this found family who loves her so much. Everyone is so gentle and kind. I could cry. 😭

she is so lucky :( especially after her past with her real family :( istfg I love watching her heal :((

JK packing his whole life with him. Sir did we really need to pack weights????

HAHHAHA he is so funny for that like Sir please ahhahah

I'm glad snuggly and sweet Taehyung is back and I hope Tae and Yoongi's relationship can get back to normal and things can be harmonious again soon.

same same same :( I want Taegi friendship moments again!! pLEASE!!

I need reader to understand that there's no way in hell that Yoongi is disappointed or angry with her 🥺

Right?? omfg please he could never be mad at her :( gosh poor OC :(

Also I agree 100% with the last part omfg!! istfg it took me so long to realise that I have to feel my emotions JFADHH like my therapist literally had to tell me that I have to do that JFJADSJF so to see them be there for her and opening her eyes a lil just :( istfg best family ever :(

#asks: magnus venatio #asks #katykatmeow

[kithtaehyung]

Ryen😭 I just woke up and I dreamt of kook tonight,😭 at the beginning I was in a hotel's conference room and all the students from my old school and my siblings too were there for some sort of occasion and bts was there to perform before the ceremony. They were in suits, all in different colors, and stayed in line singing in the mics. So I watched them aware that I was the only one there who was a fan, I felt like the others were making fun of them, but who cares because at one point I felt like they were looking at me directly like they knew me. So at that point I guess it all changed because I was a friend of them, but not just that. Because when it ended and people were going home, my friend mila told me hey don't you wan to say the goodbye before going home? And pointed behind me were jungkook was speaking to people. Okay so now the hotel was way less crowdy and the rest of the dream is the exciting part: I go to him and he said something like took you long enough. And took me to a blind corner to kiss me but there was this lady, maybe the owner, who kept trying to find us. So we run to other places hand in hand until we get into the tower (?) of the hotel were she can't find us anymore. And I'm ashamed to say this but he dryhumps me against the brick wall while we take each other s clothes off. And when we're naked we masturbate each other if that make sense until we cum. Idk why we didn't go all the way, I guess it's bc I'm a virgin so my subconscious wasn't ready for that. Anywayy we fall asleep for like one minute and then he decides to take pictures of me with my phone. Then we hear the lady again so we run again and then it's all confused, I can't remember. That's it, I just wanted to share bc it's my first dream with bts in years!! I also checked my gallery, no pictures of naked me..

SKDLSDLDLD WELL THIS WENT FROM AWHH TO 🫣😳🫣 real quick LMFAO oh my god?? What a dream and your first bts one in years.. wonder how last night was the one that had them come back! This sounds like quite an adventure though and to be in that situation with jk🥴 gd..

#like whewwwww😳 #anon #mailbox💌

[prouvairesuggestions]

Hi,

I get overwhelmed/anxious quite easily, my sense of self/self identity depends a lot on my work (sth I value/care a lot)

But this kinda make me vulnerable to work related events (work performance/relationship with colleagues )

If all goes well, I'm fine. But if it didn't, sometimes my ego gets hurt, I can't tell clearly whether Im not gd enough for a work task, or not gd enough as a person. As work is such a vital component of my sense of self, sometimes I get mixed up on them and feels dreadful

Any advice would be appreciated.

Greetings, my anonymous friend,

I apologize if it took a long time for my answer to reach you.

Well, I may not know exactly what you're going through, but I think I understand it. We, human beings, have a habit of using our jobs as the only thing possible to measure our value, our competence and the only thing that shapes our behaviours and our self image. In the long run, I know and I know you know too that this is very damaging to our professional development and as part of a society.

In our daily practice, in order to feel loved and recognised within a social group (like our work colleagues, for example), we do things, accept invitations and make concessions that are often betrayals to ourselves. And all this to avoid paying the high price of rejection and devaluation. It's wrong, very, very wrong of us... Trust me, I know.

Perhaps you should seek professional help, if it's affordable to you. Besides the help of a specialist, it is necessary to know a few things:

1- That there are other paths that you can start experimenting and putting into practice, which will help you in your personal growth and in the difficult task of understanding that it is possible to accept yourself, just the way you are, darling.

2- Understanding what your strengths and weaknesses are, your limitations and how they came about is an essential part of the regenerative process of self acceptance.

3- Nothing can be more frustrating than setting unrealistic expectations, so... Try not to do it. You must think about whether what you expect to happen is in line with your possibilities, because being constantly disappointed will generate negativity and put you on a terrible meltdown and we don't want that, right, love?

4- When we have realistic expectations in our lives, we can stop scolding ourselves and take more pleasure in celebrating all the small things. The search for perfection can paralyse us, so perfectionism is one of the most destructive habits we can cultivate. You don't have to be perfect at work, because honestly? I hardly think anyone is. It doesn't mean working isn't important, but your happiness mustn't depend solely on how good or bad you are on what you're doing.

5- The constant fear of making mistakes turns us into unhappy people and procrastinators, consequently, the self esteem decreases and down it goes, our selse of ourselves, like you said. Anxiety is awful, however, with time and opportunity you'll learn not to let it take control of everything. You're your own manager and boss, my friend. You can fight it and overcome it.

I'm not an expert and I do get overwhelmed sometimes, but I hope my suggestions can help you a bit. At least, to assure you that you're not alone. We're in this together, alright? And you'll be okay soon.

#anonymous #answered #prouvairesuggestions #working #overwhelmed #anxiety #managing anxiety #cw anxiety #anxiety tips #mental health #les mis suggestions #ask for help #you are not alone #you are important #you are amazing #believe in yourself #les misérables #jehan prouvaire

[pixelqueen666]

DEVIL IN DISGUISE (Archer pastry x troll reader)(Warning: a bit of fluff)

"Where could they be?" The glitter troll known as guy diamond asked.

As soon as he said it you came barging in "Am I LAtE fOr THe AnUaL PArtY GaMEs!?!?" You practicly shouted. "No Y/N your just in time!"He responded. You let out a relived sigh as you start preparing for the games.

You were just another one of Poppy's friends. And you were abot to play on the party games with your friend Guy Diamond when another glitter troll came in sight. He looked quite friendly, with a everlasting grin."hey you guys" the red glitter troll said "My name is Archer, im here to take harpers place" He was talking in such a cheerfull tone it made you want to smile, although I dont think Guy had the same idea.

Well, long story short Archer ended up competeing agaist you 'cause Harper got better, or thats what Guy said (you honestly thought he was just jelous). But then GD remembered its all about having fun and the games ended surprisingly great.

Now you were getting out of the stadium and on you way home when you bumped into someone "Ouch!" You let out "HEY WHAT GI-" Just as you opened your eyes you saw none other than Archer, who was a bit shoked but eventualy he shrugged it off "Sorry, are you okay?" he said reaching out his hand so you coud take it. You just smiled and took it "Its ok.. I hope you are ok too" You said with a hint of concern "Sure am!!" he said whit his signature grin and cheerfull voice. Then he wanted to make it up to you inviting u to have ice cream which you agreed.

*time skip*

Two weeks have already passed and your friendship with Archer just grew stonger, you two were the best of friends. But still you coud feel your heartbeat faster when you two were talking, or that smile escape your lips. And as you were processing this thought another one came to mind 'why the hell would you have a crush on a naked troll that is basically made out of glitter?' the thought of it made you laugh, but then it hit you, you actually DO have a crush on him... you dont know why... you just do.

That morning you were on your way to have some ice cream and there you saw Archer, a part of you wanted to avoid him, but then you thought that was ridiculous and you ran to him to say hi.

"Hi Archer whacha doin'?" you asked "Oh! hi Y/N! I was just getting ice cream" he said, still smiling as always, you actualy began to question if he knows what frowning means, but you let it go." Same, let me guess, you my friend are having ..." you put two fingers on the sideaf your head like you were predicting something and one finger on his head, he just tried to hold back a little chuckle "... Strawberry ice cream!!!" He just chuckled "And u are having chocoate" he said smoothly "You do realise thats what we have EVERY time " "yeah, but its still fun" he replied whith a soft giggle. You two sat on a table with your ice cream and started talking. And as you rambled about why pineapple should/shouldn't ( A/N: whatever u like) you could see that Archer's smile was.. fading

wow

You didn't actually think it would happen..

"Archer... are you ok?" you asker putting a hand on his shoulder, "Er- I- Uh-" he muttered, then he took a deep breath and said "No... Y/N can we go to your pod for a sec?"he said, his cheeks brighter than usual. You blushed at his proposal but accepted.

Once you were there you opened the door for him and he passed, but you were stuck closing the door cause you were still shoked with a ton of senarios of what was about to happen in your head

...and the key was stuck

Once you finished and turned around he said "there is something I need to show u..." you blushed madly as he .... took his ... took his SKIN OFF!?!?! WHAT THE-

Revealing a strange green figure-WHAT THE TROLL IS GOING ON!?

"Archer... "you said with a hint of insecurity as you steped closer to him and put your hands on his shoulders "This is who I really a-" " WHat aRe YoU?!?!?" you interrupted skaking his shoulders. He grabbed your hands for you to stoped with a 'are you serious' look and he expained, as he was explaining you were looking at him taking in his new form

...you actually liked it

it was different, but cool

Once he finished explaning that he was a party crasher and a scout, and he told you about his mission you only had one question...

"Archer, why are you telling me this. im your enemy" The way you said enemy made his heart break " thats the thing ... you are not my enemy. You have been so sweet with me .. "Archer ..." was all you could get out "a real friend" he continued." And after some time I also realised.. I think im in love with you Y/N" you were shoked "i think i love you too" was all you managed to say, he smiled warmly and you..

WELL YOU WERE A BIT MAD AT HIM FOR TRICKING YOU

but you will bring that up later

..and as i was saying...

He gently grabed your waist and you let out a small gasp he looked at you with a bit of concern but that look soon faded when you reassured him with a smile, you looked at his olive green eyes and then to his lips as he leaned foward finally conecting your lips with his you closed your eyes in bliss taking in what was happening.

Then you two parted, you two smiled, he put his troll skin back on and you two left the pod.

Now the was only one queston left...

Should you tell Poppy?

(Authors note: WOW. so here it is. my first oneshot. YAY! please forgive me if you didn't like it Its my first time BUT I just saw the request and i couldn't say no. Cause ther is no archer x reader on tumblr so i hope this can serve as a motivation ok ave a nice day BAI!)

(also if u want part 2 just say so)

#trolls #trolls the beat goes on #Archer pastry #Archer pastry x reader

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GD Module 4

Identifying graphic design in the world around me.

1. Example of rhythm in a publication design

Bauhaus design was a popular style in the early 1900s that was considered avant-garde. By using unique placement and typefaces with typography rhythm is introduced in the design. This is evident in the following publication from an architecture magazine.

2. Example of typographic hierarchy to establish the order of importance on a page

On this bottle the brand is placed most prominently into the viewer’s sight with a large appearance and unique font. Directly underneath is the company’s mission showing the connection between the two elements. Then followed below are more hierarchies in varying colors and faces (italicized or standard). Each of these elements help to enforce the idea that the text purposefully guides the viewers eyes into certain parts of the product.

3. A letter with an ascender

Ascenders are defined as font that reaches above the average comparative height. In the above example the word “refreshed” has three prominent ascenders including the “f”, “h”, and “d” who’s tails reach above the “r, “e”, and “s”.

4. A letter with a descender

Descenders are defined as font that reaches below the average comparative height. In this example the saying on the above crochet box has multiple descenders including “y”, ”q”, ”p”, and ”g”. Their structure causes the hooked vertical pieces of the text stand out as descenders.

5. A letter with a counter

Counters are the negative spaces in between different text. Above you can see that the “A”, “O”, and “R” all have negative space. This is hard to explain in words but I put a transparent red highlight for example purposes. 

6. A letter with a crossbar

Crossbars are horizontal lines through the middle of text. This can be seen in a capital “A” or lower case “t”. In the above example I used the latter as you can see in the words “Little” there are two lower case “t”s.

7. A font that has a large x-height (short ascenders)

Compared with the example in number three this design has small ascenders. The “l”, “t”, & “g” all have higher horizontal reach compared to the other letters but don’t tower over the other letters. In comparison those ascenders are much smaller and shorter than other examples.

8. A font with a small x-height (large ascenders)

Compared with the other letters the “q” and “p” stick out most because of their long vertical reach. When viewing the other letters the difference in height is prominent and has become apart of the brands image and identity.

9. A piece of design that appears to be “Modernist” 

Modernist typography adapts the beliefs of Warde and other minimalist designers. Create something unique and captivating but don’t distract from the content its meant to portray. I think this is excellently done with this piece of Spartan swag. The font used is serious and simple but is used in a unique way with capitalization, bolded typeface, and use of a period. Not only is the typography great the message is powerful for viewers too.

10. An example of a font being used that is trying to connote something more than just the text typed in that font

The game below called Stir the Pot prompts players to gossip about one another. In other words it helps stir the pot among friends and livens up a social gathering through drama. As the popular phrase “stirring the pot” creates drama the designers took the meaning literally by using alphabet soup as a clever way to display the name of the game.

#module4