#DRAG PAK

[fukiana]

finally got .pak files to work in bg3 and all it took was several hours of thinking i had to completely reinstall the game and joining a discord server. what do you mean stop trying to mod it because this game has been out for ~36 hours this game has been out for 3 years (to me)

[bigprettygothgf]

finding out the final sf5 update permanently broke the mod manager is very funny

[lyonface]

RIP BG3 Patch 3 and Separate Ways broke my mods lmao

[twilightanswers]

11 Dodge Challenger Drag Pak

[kayewrite]

WRONG IDEA RIGHT?!!

jeongin x reader!! prof jeongin x prof reader!! word count: 5k

genre: fluff, humor and..

summary: it started with a misunderstanding rumor, then a mess happened to professor yang's life.

an: I mean.. our maknae on top was always foine but seeing his instagram posts rn?? i cant help but to.. guys please read this!! this was too fun!!ps. im really sorry for being inactive! im not foine at all but im trying to be foine!!

Jeongin spotted a mosquito on your cheek as you were passionately explaining something. Without thinking, he raised his hand and—

“Pak!” The sound of the slap reverberated through the room as Jeongin’s palm connected with your face.

He blinked at his hand, confused. “Huh, it got away…” he muttered under his breath, completely ignoring the fact that you were now staring at him, clutching your stinging cheek in utter disbelief.

A thick, suffocating silence fell over the classroom. Every student had frozen mid-action, eyes wide, mouths open, not daring to breathe. Even Professor Yang, who had been explaining a diagram at the front, stood there with his pointer mid-air, looking as if someone had just dropped a bomb in the middle of his lecture.

You opened your mouth, then closed it, trying to piece together what just happened. Finally, through gritted teeth, you managed to stammer, "Why… did you slap me, Professor Y-Yang?"

A wave of shocked whispers exploded across the classroom.

“Oh my god, did Professor Yang just slap Professor (Y/N)?!”

“No way! That’s gonna be on the news for sure!”

“Do you think they’re secretly dating?!”

One girl gasped dramatically. “Did he dump her in front of everyone? OMG, is this a public breakup?”

Meanwhile, Jeongin stood there, his brain completely short-circuited. He had messed up. Badly.

Before he could open his mouth to explain, Principal Lee suddenly appeared, yanking Jeongin by the arm. "Professor Yang, we need to have a word. Now."

"W-Wait, I can explain—" Jeongin sputtered, but Principal Lee wasn’t having any of it and practically dragged him out of the room.

And just like that, you were left standing there, cheek still throbbing, while the rumor mill went into overdrive.

Later that evening, determined to clear the air, you stormed over to Jeongin’s house.

“JEONGIN!” you bellowed, bursting through his front door without even knocking. “Where are you?!”

A muffled, panicked voice came from somewhere in the house. “I-I’m not here!”

“You idiot, I can hear you!”

You found him crouched behind the sofa, wide-eyed and frantically searching for an escape. The moment he saw you, pure panic flashed across his face. Without missing a beat, he bolted for the window.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!” you screamed, lunging at him. Grabbing him by the back of his shirt, you yanked him down before he could launch himself out the window like some kind of fugitive.

The next thing you knew, you were both on the floor, with you straddling him and furiously punching his chest. “HOW DARE YOU SLAP ME IN PUBLIC?!”

Jeongin held up his hands defensively. “There was a MOSQUITO on your face!” he yelped.

“A mosquito?! You expect me to believe that garbage?!”

“Yes! I swear! I saw it!” Jeongin insisted, trying to shield his head from your onslaught of punches. “I was trying to save you from getting bitten!”

You paused, fists mid-air, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “And do you know what everyone’s saying now?!” you demanded.

Jeongin gulped, shaking his head.

“They think you dumped me in public and that I’m OBSESSED with you!”

Jeongin winced. “W-Wait… What? Obsessed?! How did that even—"

Before he could finish, you grabbed him by the collar and shook him. “You RUINED my reputation!”

“I swear it was just a mosquito!” Jeongin whimpered.

Then, in a last-ditch effort to stop you, Jeongin did the most unexpected thing—he cupped your cheeks and kissed you, right there, on the lips.

The world came to a screeching halt.

Your fists dropped to your sides as your eyes widened. You blinked at him in shock, feeling your face heat up. Slowly, your hand came up to touch your lips. “O-Okay…” you stammered. “I-I believe you… about the mosquito, I guess.”

Jeongin let out a breath of relief, his face redder than a tomato. "Y-Yeah! That’s what I was trying to tell you!”

But then, reality hit you both at the same time.

You squinted at him. “Wait. What about the kiss? What was that?”

Jeongin’s mind went into overdrive. “Uh… uh… it was, um… to make you stop hitting me?”

“Oh,” you said softly, your voice suddenly tender. “Well, I’ll also accept your confession.”

“Wait, what?” Jeongin froze. “C-Confession?!”

You smiled sweetly, batting your eyelashes. “You like me, don’t you?”

Jeongin’s soul left his body. “EH?!”

“Well, it’s about time! I like you too!” you announced triumphantly. “What took you so long to admit it, huh? You were probably hiding it because we’ve been friends for years, right?”

Jeongin’s jaw dropped. “Uh, I—”

You giggled, covering your face in embarrassment. “Don’t be shy, Jeongin! You can be my boyfriend now!”

Jeongin was in full panic mode. He didn’t like you like that! He had just kissed you out of desperation, not romance!

But now, standing in front of you, with your eyes sparkling and a grin on your face, he realized he was in way too deep to back out.

Well, guess I’m in this mess now, he thought miserably.

--

You couldn’t contain your excitement as you skipped down the halls of the university the next day, practically glowing. “Jeongin and I are dating!” you had blurted out to your colleagues the moment you walked in, unable to hold back the giddiness.

Word spread like wildfire. By lunchtime, practically every professor and student knew about your newfound “relationship” with Jeongin, and you were basking in all the attention. It wasn’t long before everyone started congratulating you—your students, your fellow professors, even Principal Lee.

Meanwhile, Jeongin? He was suffering.

“Congratulations, Professor Yang!” Professor Kim grinned, clapping Jeongin on the back so hard it almost knocked the air out of him. “It’s about time someone tied you down!”

“T-Thanks,” Jeongin managed to say, his smile so stiff you’d think it was glued on. His brain was doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how to survive the day without letting his entire soul implode from embarrassment.

“Ohhh, Professor Yang, I had no idea you were such a romantic!” cooed Professor Park, winking as she passed by. “First the slap, then the kiss! Very bold of you!”

Jeongin’s smile faltered as he tried to laugh it off. “Y-Yeah, bold… that’s me…”

You popped up beside him, completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. “Jeongin! Can you believe it? Everyone’s so happy for us!”

Jeongin shot you a weak smile. “Yeah… ha… so happy.”

Principal Lee suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clapping Jeongin on the shoulder. “You sly dog! First you slap her in front of the whole class, and then this?! What a power move!”

Jeongin’s face was a shade of red not yet discovered by humans. “It’s not… I mean… well…”

You beamed at Principal Lee. “Right?! Isn’t he the sweetest? We’ve been neighbors for years, and I always knew there was something there!”

Jeongin felt his soul leave his body again as he gave Principal Lee yet another strained smile. “Yup… definitely… something…”

Principal Lee let out a hearty laugh. “You’ve made quite the impression, Professor Yang. Keep it up!”

As soon as the principal walked away, Jeongin turned to you, his face twisted in a mix of desperation and panic. “You… you told everyone?”

You nodded cheerfully. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I? This is the best thing that’s happened to me in ages!”

Jeongin wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. But before he could say anything, a group of students walked by, whispering loudly.

“Did you hear? Professor Yang kissed Professor (Y/N) after slapping her in front of the whole class!”

“Yeah, I heard! Talk about a whirlwind romance!”

“I bet they’ve been secretly dating for years!”

Jeongin clenched his fists, trying to maintain the fake smile plastered on his face. This was getting way out of hand. He hadn’t even processed what was happening himself, and now the whole university was acting like they’d been following his fake love life like it was the hottest new K-drama.

You, on the other hand, were in your element, waving at everyone and basking in the attention. “Come on, Jeongin!” you said, grabbing his arm and pulling him along. “Let’s go to lunch together. It’s our first official lunch date as a couple!”

Jeongin followed along helplessly, his heart sinking further with every passing second. “Lunch… date… great…”

As you both made your way to the cafeteria, you were all smiles and sunshine, happily chatting about how perfect everything was. Meanwhile, Jeongin stared blankly ahead, his mind going a million miles a minute.

How am I going to survive this? he thought miserably, his fake smile twitching as another professor gave him a teasing thumbs-up.

--

One week into this "relationship," Jeongin was still struggling to survive. The whole thing had snowballed out of control. The once small, laughable rumor had now solidified into a full-blown campus-wide "fact." Teachers, staff, and students alike were fully convinced that he and you were happily dating.

You, on the other hand, were living your best life. Your joy at the situation was contagious. Every time someone asked about the relationship, you gave them an enthusiastic update.

“Oh yeah, Jeongin and I went out for dinner the other night,” you casually mentioned in the teacher’s lounge one morning, and the other teachers lit up.

“Where did you go?” Professor Park asked, leaning in with interest.

“Just this little Italian place downtown. Jeongin insisted on treating me,” you said, smiling like a lovesick puppy. Of course, none of it actually happened, but it didn’t matter. Your storytelling skills had everyone hanging on your every word.

Meanwhile, Jeongin, sitting quietly at the corner of the lounge, pretended to sip his coffee while his life slowly unraveled before his eyes.

“Oh my god, Jeongin is such a gentleman!” someone whispered loudly, and the rest of the teachers nodded in agreement.

Jeongin internally screamed. Gentleman? Me? I just wanted to correct one misunderstanding, and now I’m the romantic lead in a drama I didn’t sign up for!

At school, things were no better. Jeongin couldn’t walk down the hallway without a student giving him an admiring look or a cheeky thumbs-up. Every day felt like a test of his endurance.

“Professor Yang, I heard you and Professor (Y/N) are like, relationship goals,” one student said as Jeongin walked into class. He froze, mid-step.

“Uh... thanks?” he managed to choke out.

Another student chimed in, “Yeah, my girlfriend and I look up to you guys. You’re the perfect example of true love!”

Jeongin felt his soul leave his body. True love? Are you kidding me? He forced a smile and shuffled to his desk, all while internally begging for some cosmic intervention to end his suffering.

--

After weeks of the messed up situation (for jeongin)..

Jeongin stood at the front of the class, his usual calm, professional demeanor in place. He was explaining the day’s lesson on statistics, but something was off. One of the students kept shifting in their seat, glancing nervously between him and their textbook. Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, they raised their hand.

“Professor Yang…” the student began, their voice wavering slightly.

Jeongin paused, turning his attention to the student. “Yes? Do you have a question about the lesson?”

The student fidgeted. “Not exactly. It’s just… um… I really like Professor (Y/N). Like, a lot.”

Jeongin blinked, completely thrown off. The class fell into a hush, eyes wide, as they eagerly awaited his reaction. He felt his heart race, but somehow managed to keep his expression neutral.

Clearing his throat, Jeongin forced a smile. “Well… if you want a girlfriend like Professor (Y/N), you should focus on your studies. Get good grades, graduate, and maybe one day, someone just as amazing will come into your life.”

The student’s face flushed as the class erupted into giggles, and Jeongin awkwardly scratched the back of his head. This day can’t get any weirder, he thought to himself.

Later that afternoon, Jeongin found himself sitting across from you in the faculty cafeteria, trying to shake off the awkwardness of that confession. You, as usual, were happily digging into your lunch, oblivious to the chaos he’d dealt with.

Just as Jeongin was about to take a bite of his sandwich, you suddenly said, “I think we should break up for a while.”

Jeongin froze mid-bite, his eyes widening as he looked at you in shock. “W-What?”

You sighed, setting down your fork. “It’s just that… I think our ‘relationship’ is causing more harm than good. A lot of my students are heartbroken, you know?”

Jeongin blinked, still not processing what you were saying. “Heartbroken?”

“Yeah,” you continued, shrugging casually. “They all have a crush on you. Some of them have even stopped coming to my classes. It’s kind of a problem.”

Jeongin was stunned, staring at you as if you’d just told him the sky was green. “Wait… you’re saying we should ‘break up’ because our students are heartbroken that we’re together?”

You nodded, completely serious. “Exactly. I’ll fix it, and once things settle down, we can get back together. Simple, right?”

For a moment, Jeongin didn’t know what to say. He just sat there, dumbfounded. But then, slowly, he felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips. The absurdity of the situation was too much.

“Sure,” he said, trying to suppress the growing grin on his face. “I mean, yes. We should definitely, uh… fix our students first.”

You smiled back, completely missing the relief that was practically radiating off of Jeongin. “Great! Glad we’re on the same page.”

As you went back to eating your lunch, Jeongin sat there, still smiling to himself, feeling like he had just dodged the weirdest bullet of his life.

--

The news of your "breakup" spread faster than a wildfire during a heatwave. Within hours, whispers of your separation had reached every corner of the university. Students exchanged shocked glances, and staff members, who had once teased you both relentlessly, now approached with sympathetic smiles.

You sat in the faculty lounge, sipping on a cup of tea, when Professor Choi from the History department quietly slid into the seat next to you.

“I heard,” she said softly, resting a hand on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry to hear about you and Jeongin. Breakups are never easy, especially when you still have to see each other every day.”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from laughing at the absurdity of it all. "Yeah… it’s been rough," you muttered, trying to look appropriately heartbroken.

Meanwhile, Jeongin was getting his own dose of sympathy. He sat at his desk, furiously typing up notes, when Principal Lee casually strolled over and leaned against the doorway.

“Yang,” the principal said in a low, solemn voice, “I know it’s tough right now, but… if you need to take some time off to, you know, process everything, just say the word. We all understand.”

Jeongin looked up, his face blank. “Time off?”

Principal Lee nodded, crossing his arms. “After the breakup… it can’t be easy to work with someone you still have feelings for.”

Jeongin blinked, finally registering what was happening. Oh right, the breakup. They think I’m upset…

Realizing he had to play along, Jeongin sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah… it’s been hard.”

The principal clapped him on the shoulder. “Take care of yourself, Yang. Don’t hesitate to ask for support if you need it.”

As soon as Principal Lee left, Jeongin leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. This is getting ridiculous, he thought, but couldn’t help smiling. The sympathy and comfort he was receiving was nice, though it felt incredibly unnecessary.

During lunch, the two of you crossed paths in the hallway. You caught each other’s eye, and despite everything, Jeongin had to stifle a laugh. You both knew how ridiculous the situation had become, but there was no turning back now.

“Got a lot of support?” you asked with a grin.

Jeongin nodded, smirking. “More than I can handle. They think I’m a broken man.”

You laughed. “And yet here you are, looking completely unbothered.”

Jeongin shrugged, unable to hide the mischievous twinkle in his eye. “What can I say? I’m handling it really well.”

--

By the end of the week, the whole campus was buzzing with the “tragic” news of your breakup. You couldn’t walk down the hallway without someone giving you a sympathetic look or a pat on the shoulder, and Jeongin… well, he was practically swimming in support from all directions.

On Friday morning, as you arrived at your desk, you found a small gift bag with a note attached.

Stay strong, Professor (Y/N)! Heartbreak is tough, but you’re tougher! - Faculty Support Team

You shook your head, trying not to burst into laughter. Jeongin had just walked in, clearly trying to avoid eye contact with anyone for fear of being bombarded with more sympathetic words. But as fate would have it, Professor Lee from the Economics department appeared out of nowhere, placing a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder.

“Yang,” Professor Lee said in a voice heavy with emotion. “I just want to say… we’re all really proud of how strong you’ve been. You’ve handled this breakup with so much grace. It’s truly inspiring.”

Jeongin blinked, forcing a tight-lipped smile. “Uh… thanks?”

“If you ever want to talk about it,” Professor Lee continued, “my door is always open. Sometimes, it helps to let it all out.”

Jeongin could barely suppress an eye roll but managed to keep his expression neutral. “I appreciate that.”

As soon as Professor Lee left, Jeongin plopped down in the chair next to yours, groaning. “I can’t take much more of this. It’s like everyone thinks I’m seconds away from a meltdown.”

You snorted. “They’re just being considerate. You are going through a ‘devastating’ breakup, remember?”

Jeongin sighed dramatically. “Yeah, but do they have to constantly remind me? I’ve been offered counseling, time off, and even baked goods—like, six times this week.”

You grinned. “That sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.”

Jeongin shot you a playful glare. “Easy for you to say. You’re over here getting gift bags.”

The two of you shared a laugh, and for a moment, the whole ridiculous situation didn’t seem so bad. But then, as if the universe had a personal vendetta against Jeongin, Principal Lee strolled into the lounge, spotting you both at once.

“Ah, Professors!” Principal Lee said, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “It’s good to see you two… managing things so well.”

Jeongin internally groaned. Here we go again.

“I just wanted to say,” Principal Lee continued, his tone taking on a deep, meaningful note, “you’ve both handled this transition with such professionalism and maturity. I’m proud of how you’ve put your students first during this difficult time.”

You and Jeongin exchanged a glance, you gave a solemn nod. “Thank you, sir. We’re just trying to focus on what’s best for everyone.”

Principal Lee gave a final nod of approval before walking away, leaving the two of you.

Jeongin sighed deeply. “Professionalism. Maturity.”

You giggled. “Hey, at least no one’s asking if we’re getting back together yet.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes with a smile. “Give them time.”

--

After the news of your "breakup" spread, the campus vibe completely shifted. Students who once looked heartbroken at the sight of you and Jeongin together were now noticeably more cheerful. Some even started paying extra attention during Jeongin’s lectures, no longer distracted by their imaginary heartbreaks. The campus seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief.

In particular, a few students had grown oddly enthusiastic about your newfound "single" status.

One day, during lunch break, you left the faculty room to grab a coffee.

Across the room, Jeongin was pretending to focus on his papers, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw an entire thing unfold. A tall student, clearly nervous but determined, had crept into the faculty room, glanced around cautiously, and then swiftly placed the milk on your desk before practically running out.

Jeongin raised an eyebrow. What the…?

As soon as the student was out of sight, curiosity got the better of him. He glanced around the room to make sure no one else was watching, then stood up and made his way over to your desk. He leaned down, inspecting the little pink carton like it was evidence in a crime scene.

Strawberry milk? Really?

Jeongin shook his head, slightly amused. He knew exactly what was happening—some student had a crush on you, and now that the breakup rumors were out there, they were shooting their shot.

Jeongin leaned against your desk, arms crossed, staring at the milk with an expression that could only be described as a mix of disbelief and mild irritation.

First they’re heartbroken, and now they’re trying to make a move? he thought, a small smirk playing on his lips. He wasn’t sure if he should be amused or… annoyed.

Just then, you walked back into the room, catching sight of Jeongin standing near your desk with a carton of strawberry milk in his hand.

“Uh… what are you doing?” you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

Jeongin looked up, trying to act nonchalant as he pointed to the milk. “You’ve got an admirer, it seems.”

You blinked in surprise. “What?”

He handed you the milk, still smirking. “Found this on your desk. Some student dropped it off, probably hoping to win your heart with sweet drinks.”

You stared at the carton, then back at Jeongin, trying to process what he was saying. “A student… gave me strawberry milk?”

Jeongin nodded, leaning in slightly. “And not just any student. That tall one from your class—the one who always sits in the back and pretends he’s not staring at you the whole time.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “Well, at least it’s not another breakup sympathy gift.”

Jeongin chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yeah, but now you’ve got students lining up to be your rebound.”

You playfully swatted his arm. “Oh, shut up.”

But as you sat down, opening the milk and taking a sip, Jeongin couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions. He didn’t like you romantically—that much he knew. But seeing other people making moves on you… it felt odd. Not bad exactly, just… odd.

Still, he shrugged it off, returning to his desk with a final glance at you sipping the strawberry milk.

Well, at least she seems to be enjoying it, he thought, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle.

Over the next few days, you noticed more of those small gestures—the occasional extra pen left on your desk, little notes with doodles, and once, someone even left a small bouquet of sunflower. The attention from your students, though sweet, was starting to get a bit overwhelming. Meanwhile, Jeongin was secretly keeping track of every “gift” like a personal tally, finding it both amusing and somewhat annoying.

But today, Jeongin found himself in a particularly bad mood. He wouldn’t admit it, but every time he saw one of your students sneaking something onto your desk, it grated at him more than usual. And the last straw came when you received yet another carton of strawberry milk.

This time, Jeongin was teaching in the adjacent classroom when he noticed the same tall student from before standing outside the faculty room, peeking in to make sure no one saw him. The moment the coast was clear, the student dashed inside and left another carton on your desk, sneaking away as fast as he came.

Jeongin frowned. Again with the strawberry milk? Is this guy serious?

Later, as you entered the room after class, Jeongin was already standing there, staring at the carton as if it had personally offended him.

“Uh… are you collecting these now?” you teased, walking toward your desk.

Jeongin held up the milk with a bemused expression. “Don’t you think it’s weird that this guy keeps giving you strawberry milk? I mean, come on, he’s got no creativity.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re jealous of a carton of milk now?”

Jeongin blinked. “W-What? No! I just think it’s… repetitive,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.

You laughed and took the milk from his hand, giving him a light-hearted smile. “I think it’s kind of sweet. You know, harmless.”

Jeongin snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Sweet, huh? Well, maybe he should try actually talking to you instead of leaving mystery drinks on your desk.”

You were about to respond when suddenly, the tall student walked past the door, clearly not expecting to see Jeongin still standing there. He froze, eyes wide as he saw Jeongin holding the milk, his face turning beet red.

“Oh—uh, hi, Professor Yang!” the student stammered, nervously fidgeting.

Jeongin’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his smile remained in place—though it definitely didn’t reach his eyes. “Ah, it’s you again. What’s this, another gift for Professor (Y/N)? You know, if you want a girlfriend like her, you should focus on your studies first. Maybe graduate, too, before you start handing out milk.”

The student’s face turned even redder, and he gave a quick nod before practically running away.

You gave Jeongin a look. “Did you just… scare him off?”

Jeongin shrugged, feigning innocence. “I’m just encouraging academic focus. That’s my job.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, laughing softly as you sat down. “You’re impossible.”

--

One afternoon, as you stood outside the faculty room, you were approached by the father of one of your students. He looked a little troubled, so you smiled warmly and asked how you could help.

"Ah, Professor (Y/N), I just wanted to talk to you about my son's performance in class," the father started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "He's been struggling lately, and I think it's because of some issues at home…"

You listened attentively, nodding as he explained the situation. Unbeknownst to you, Jeongin had just come out of his own classroom and saw you in conversation with the man. Out of habit, Jeongin walked over, stopping beside you. He crossed his arms and subtly observed the situation, his expression calm but his gaze sharp.

The conversation with the student's father went on for a few minutes, mostly focused on academics. But then, out of nowhere, the man smiled a little too warmly and said, "You know, Professor (Y/N), I really appreciate how much you care about the students. Maybe I could get your number so I can reach you if there’s anything else about my son I need to discuss?"

Before you could respond, Jeongin stepped forward. “Actually, I’m Professor Yang, her colleague,” he interjected smoothly, a polite but firm smile on his face. “You can contact me directly if there’s anything you need to discuss about your son’s progress. I’ll make sure the message reaches Professor (Y/N).”

The father looked a little taken aback by Jeongin’s sudden presence but nodded slowly, glancing between the two of you. “Oh, I see. Well, thank you, Professor Yang.” He accepted the number Jeongin offered, then awkwardly excused himself.

Once he was gone, you turned to Jeongin, your arms crossed, eyebrow raised. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes. “Trust me, I did.”

You chuckled, nudging him lightly. “What, were you jealous of a parent now? I mean, come on, he was just asking for my number.”

Jeongin’s jaw clenched slightly, and you could see the faintest flush on his cheeks. “Jealous? No. I’m just being cautious. That guy… something felt off.”

You chuckled, giving him a light nudge. “Sure, sure. You’re totally not jealous.”

Jeongin stayed silent for a moment before turning to face you fully. His expression was serious now, his usual playfulness gone. “Look, I’m kind of tired of this… seeing things like that happening.”

You blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

Jeongin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before blurting out, “You should just get back together with me already.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, completely caught off guard. “Wait, what?”

He looked at you, dead serious now. “Yeah. I’m tired of pretending. All this break-up stuff and guys sneaking around leaving you milk���it’s driving me crazy. So, let’s just stop playing games and get back together.”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to process his sudden confession. Then, a teasing grin spread across your face. “Wow, Jeongin… I didn’t know you were this in love with me. You’re really losing it, huh?”

Jeongin rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re impossible.”

You laughed and leaned in closer. “Alright, fine. We’ll get back together… but,” you paused for effect, “let’s keep it a secret relationship. You know, for the thrill of it.”

Jeongin raised an eyebrow, clearly not amused by the suggestion. “No.”

You blinked. “No? Why not?”

He crossed his arms, standing firm. “If we’re getting back together, I’m letting everyone know. I’m not hiding it.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, feeling a mix of surprise and excitement. You raised an eyebrow. “Wow… you’re really serious.”

Jeongin nodded, his gaze steady. “Yeah. I am.”

News spread like wildfire—no, like how Lightning McQueen drives! In no time, whispers of “Professor Yang and (Y/N) are back together!” buzzed through the halls.

And this time, Jeongin wasn’t just accepting congratulations; he was practically beaming! With a newfound confidence, he grinned as faculty members and students approached him, slapping him on the back and congratulating him on “landing the best professor in the university.”

“You’re a lucky guy, Professor!” one student chirped during class, his eyes wide with admiration. “I hope I can get a girlfriend like her someday!”

Jeongin smirked, leaning back in his chair. “If you want someone like me, you better ace my quizzes!” He paused, his smile growing mischievous. “Alright, everyone, grab a piece of paper! Surprise quiz time!”

Later, while you were teaching your class, a girl shyly raised her hand. “What’s it like being Jeongin’s girlfriend?!” She squealed, and the rest of the class leaned in, practically vibrating with excitement.

You couldn’t help but laugh, loving the attention. “Well, let me tell you, it’s like having a baby dinosaur in your life!” You grinned as they squealed, hanging on your every word. “He’s really sweet, but also super clumsy. When we were kids, he once tripped over his shoelaces while trying to impress me with a magic trick. Spoiler: the magic trick failed, but it was pretty funny.”

The students were wide-eyed, hanging on to your every word, as you shared more stories about Jeongin and his antics growing up. Laughter filled the room as you recounted tales of his childhood mishaps, and you could see how much they adored the idea of their professors being so relatable and real.

"Now can someone answer my question, just like his magic trick.. why rubbing a plastic pen through your hair pick up little bits of paper in science?" you smirked

After all the chaos of rumors, misunderstandings, and awkward moments, it felt good to share those light-hearted memories with them. You glanced over at Jeongin, who was peeking into your classroom with a playful grin, and your heart swelled with happiness.

As the day wound down, you couldn’t help but think: After all the mess and everything, life is good. You had your friends, your job, and most importantly, you had Jeongin—your partner in crime and your forever accomplice in laughter.

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an: thank you for reading. a heart, reblog, and comment is very much appreciated

(randomly mentioning some jeongin stans. thankyou)

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[simpingforbots]

What if a human shows up in transformers one

Part 3 possibly????

Like, with sentil prime, how orian paks will act with them after being optimus prime, and how D-16 would after becoming megatron.

hold on to your heats as it will be a long ride!

What if a human showed up in transformers one.

part 3.1

Sentinel Prime

Sentinel would of course bring his little pet to the Iacon 5000. the lights flashed the little human blind and you had to hold on tight as he swooned down to his cheering "people", basking in glory. He started the race and was proud of him self and seeing how much attention he gets from your little presents. He put on his winning smile and showed his affection towards you, getting even more attention. You of course knew to behave and not make an scene or you will be punished. Though soon the spotlight was taken by two miners. He was quite upset but seeing the reaction it got, decided to let it run and see how it ends. It was quite dramatic with how this two bot supported each other, though in the end they still ended up in med-bay. He decided to visit them and after talking with them retuned to his castle. And only then he noticed that you were surprisingly quite. turning around, expecting to see you running behind, he saw nothing. he looked up at arachnid who turned aorund and shrugged. He was quite upset but also surprised that YOU managed to escape Arachnids site. Must've ran away in med bay. not wanting to much of attention to this "mess", he ordered Darkwing to find them. though he had no need as soon you were brought back along with D-16 and High Guard. He laugh out loud. You saw someone act out of line and decided to take your chance and run? And after how he pampered you, fed and kept you safe? He did not held back in front of prisoners, squeezing your body till your bones started cracking loudly and your screams becoming whizzes. he kept on going until he heard a loud pop and you simply slumped over. so he tossed you aside like a broken toy.

Optimus Prime

Orion did not had any intention on dragging you in to race, you just clung on to him so he had to improvise, keeping you safe while helping D-16 through the race, managing to let you slip in to one of the vents and in to safety, away from dangerous chase. by the end of it he was happy to see you alright, holding his hand down to let you climb and inspect him and D-16 with your little hands, which clamed D-16 a bit and helped Orion to not get any more earful. after small check up you climbed own and just waited as Ratchet knew about you very well, along with other medical stuff and they all agreed to not harm you. Same, how ever, could not be said about Arachnid. Orion had to grab you and hold to his chest before she could even hurt you. So seeing this you were deemed as no threat and Sentinel walked in. let's say he did not expected to meet a new type of fan today. He even ALLOWED you to climb on his hand. Though he had to leave and "gently" tossed you back to Orion with empty promises of better life. you were kind of forced to joing D-16 and Orion as they were tossed in to one of the lowest levels and met B-127. his first impression scared the shit out of you and you screamed, clinging on to Orion while he was scared too. Though after confusion was cleared you allowed yellow bot to pet your head. after beheading "Steve" and finding map you were told it will be best if you stayed back and waited for their return. So you did, hiding in miners room, time to time getting pets and some food from other miners, trying your best to avoid Darkwing, patiently waiting for Orion and D-16 safely return.

Once you herd that some bots were brought from surface, you snuck out and witnessed train hitting the tower and D-16 shooting Pax by accident. You cried out as he dropped Pax and then dealt with Prime, claiming a new name. You had to hide as more destruction happened, hiding until it was all calm, yet still refusing to get out from below the piles of rubble, whimpering and crying out to Pax, knowing that he was dead. So when rubble begun lifting from your hiding spot, you cried harder, though a familiar touch and word reassured you. You opened your eyes and dug your little hands in to his chest, knowing well who was holding you. Yes, changed, new name, but still it was Pax. and you knew he will keep you safe. even if he had new, more important and grilling work, he still kept you safe and time to time would just have some time to relax and spend it with you, Elita and Bee. Though you missed D-16.

Part 1

Part 2

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@mutantenfisch ty for appreciating my baby so you get a lil tutorial First step is naturally to have Baldur's Gate 3 installed and preferably patched to the latest version as that one is what will mostly be supported by modders. Next you install a mod manager of your choice. I used bg3 mod manager because it was the one recommended in the first mod I used and it works great for me. Link to download it: https://github.com/LaughingLeader/BG3ModManager/releases

Unzip the archive wherever you like it doesn't matter and click on the icon.

Before you start just to make sure everything works as intended, fill out the paths for the game.

(Mine found the game by itself but never hurts to check.) Okay now we are ready to get mods. Download the one you like from Nexus (or anywhere else tbh I don't think the files are different) As an example I'll use this one https://www.nexusmods.com/baldursgate3/mods/213 First rule of modding is to CHECK THE REQUIREMENTS

We see that author helpfully linked the things we need for their mod to work. We click on Patch 3 Mod Fixer, go to FILES and download (use MANUAL DOWNLOAD) it and do the same with Improved UI. And download the mod we're actually here for too 👍 Most mods come in zip files containing pak files. You don't have to unzip them bg3 manager takes care of it itself. Go back to the mod manager and follow my very fancy diagram

Make sure you got all the mods in the requirements section. That's it! You can also click Go->Open mods folder and check if they are there.

Read the mods descriptions carefully - usually authors will note if there's a specific order their mods should be or direct you to a patch that might solve conflicts with other mods. If you want to delete the mods you can drag the mods back to the Inactive right column (click save!!) and then delete the paks from the folder above^ Hopefully it's coherent enough!;^) Ask me if you have any more troubles and if someone more savvy in modding than me noticed a mistake in this little guide I'm all ears! And remember - a lot of mods will stop working on full release so I'd strongly recommend clearing up everything you installed before loading up the 1.0 version.

[covenscribe]

Would you like use Mods in BG3 Patch 7?

Picture is of Ahanu a character i made with all modded colors, items, and options

Let me help you make Baldurs Gate 3 into a dream oc dressup game!

Under read more is a simple how to guide and a link to my list of working 440ish mods with a recommended load order google Spreadsheet

Please use the updated BG3 Mod Manger, dont even look at the in game mod manger for too long or it will eat your saves (not actually, it just does not have a load order so wont work for multiple mods. Do Not Click it and ignore Larian's third part mods warning )

If you have mods installed through the in game mod manager Uninstall Them before continuing.

If you had mods with Patch 6 you need to delete the modsettings.lsx file from your Baldurs Gate 3 app data folder

Also note if you have modded before Patch 7, Mod Fixer is no longer needed, BG3 now has its own mod fixer baked right in, Delete old Mod Fixer, most mods requiring it still work

If you did not proceed on

If this is your first time modding please find your Mods Folder in C:\Users\YOURWINDOWSUSERNAME\AppData\Local\Larian Studios\Baldur's Gate 3

This is where we will be adding mods downloaded from Nexus or a Mod Makers Patreon

copy the pak file from your downloaded zip folder into your mod folder and boot up BG3 Mod Manger

Okay now that you have a mod it will show up in the mod manager

On the right side is Uninstalled mods

On the left are Installed mods

To use a new mods just Drag and Drop to the left side in the recommended load order. Some mods automatically end up in the override section so you don't have to worry about em.

Load Order is very important as it is what stops mods from fighting each other and causing problems

You can now click Save and Export and then click the bg3 start button to test out if it works

Do Not Click In Game Manager IT WILL RESET ALL YOUR MODDING WORK

Click New Game or Load Save

if you get a pop up just click okay, old saves may not work I'm sorry to say and it's best to start over.

Here's the link to list of mods I use and the order they are in, if a mod didnt work for me I list it as Not Working.

Warning that some mods a Spicy just ignore em if you hate em

Also warning that for some reason the guardian appears to be missing their armor and some of the racial options have glitched under pants. No idea why but i got the main part of the game working so I'm happy lol

Now go forth and create some ocs!

(If you install mods not on my list i cant help you with them the best thing to do is send a Nice message to the mod author that their mod didn't work for you. Follow instruction on the mod's page )

[imaginedanvrs]

encrypted relations

part 6 l masterlist

summary: yelena belova x reader. when natasha takes you under her wing, she becomes like family, and the last thing you want is to lose that. but when you meet her younger sister who you know is off limits, you have to decide between what you really want and hope for minimal damage

word count: 3.4k

warnings: nothing, just platonic romantic fluff with a hint of angst at the end

Yelena scratched her fingers under Marty’s chin as the pair of them waited for you to reemerge from the small supermarket. You had been in there a while and the blonde was beginning to wonder if you had been somehow kidnapped in the building. She wouldn’t put it past you. Just as she was about to send you a text, you came out of the exit with your rucksack noticeably full. 

  “What took so long?” Yelena grumbled. 

  “I wasn’t even that long,” you defended as you started out of the parking lot. 

  “I thought you had been kidnapped,” she huffed. 

  “You said that when I took too long in the toilets last time we went out for lunch.”

  “Kate agreed with me,” Yelana stated.

  “It’s not my fault I got lost!” The blonde hummed thoughtfully. 

  “And you're leading the hike?” She queried. You shot her a dirty look that she merely grinned at. 

  “Don’t you trust me, Belova?” You nudged. 

  “I am just hoping that Marty is secretly the leader,” she said. Marty looked back at the blonde upon hearing his name. “Am I right?” Marty barked back. “Thank goodness,” Yelena muttered loud enough for you to hear. 

  “Ass,” you muttered back. 

  You made it to the start of the trail without digging into your snack supply too much, mainly due to Yelena scolding you for doing so, and made your way through the start of the forest. There was a light chill to the breeze that you knew you would be grateful for once you began to work up a sweat and enough sunshine to pak through the gaps in the trees. As you predicted, there weren’t that many people around due to it being a weekday morning so you let Marty off the lead to ‘scout ahead’ as Yelena called it, leaving the two of you to stroll side by side. 

  You didn’t talk much, not feeling the need to fill the comfortable silence that allowed you to focus on the scenery around you, until you felt Yelena’s familiar hand slip into yours. You were taken aback at first, risking a glance at the blonde who seemed tentative about her actions. You smiled, not saying anything, and interlaced your fingers with her own. It felt right. 

  “How often do you come out here?” Yelena asked as she watched Marty take interest in an oak tree. 

  “Whenever I get the chance, not as much as I used to though,” you answered. 

  “Why not?” 

  “I guess I used to come out here more when I needed to clear my head, around the time I met Nat actually, and I don’t tend to need that so much these days.” You could tell Yelena had some follow up questions there so you swiftly continued. “Besides, I don’t always have the time and I never want to drag Nat out here after her missions and Kate’s not good with nature and neither is Ava so,” you shrugged.

  “Is Ava the coworker?” 

  “That’s the one,” you nodded. A beat passed between you. 

  “She seems friendly,” Yelena noted, yet her tone seemed to suggest otherwise. 

  “Yeah, she’s also really into your sister.” Yelena looked like a deer caught in headlights. You chuckled and gave her hand a light squeeze.

  “That might be good for her, maybe if she got laid she wouldn’t interrogate me about my love life so much,” Yelena huffed. 

  “She does?” You queried, surprised that Natasha was actually so upfront about that with her sister. 

  “Everytime I see her,” Yelena grumbled. 

  “What do you tell her?” You asked, keeping your focus on Marty as he paused to wait for you to catch up. 

  “I tell her I have fun,” Yelena said simply. You nodded, not sure what to make of that summary. The blonde recognised your silence though perhaps misreading your mood. “I don’t tell her about you, don’t worry,” she insisted. 

  “Do you want to?” You didn’t think before you spoke. Yelena didn’t answer for a long moment, making you realise that you had never actually asked the blonde how she felt about keeping your secret from her sister. You never thought that, given how close they were, that might be an aspect of her life Yelena would want to share with her big sister. You had Kate to talk about it with, who did Yelena have? 

  “I don’t know,” she finally said, though she sounded unsure. 

  “Really?” You stopped, pulling on Yelena’s hand gently so that she paused as well. She looked to the floor and you lifted her chin with your thumb.

  “I want whatever you want,” she said, sounding almost too devoted. “Come on,” she smiled, pulling you back to the trail. “I want to see where this ledge is.” 

  “It’s just up there,” you pointed left to a steep hill half a mile away, struggling to forget the obvious signs that Yelena wasn’t as comfortable with your secret as you were, not that you were particularly enjoying it yourself. 

  Marty seemed to recognise the area because he started to dash on ahead until you called him back, cautious of him getting too excited by the ledge. He came back to your side promptly and you compromised with his eagerness by sprinting up the final stretch with him until you reached the top. The ledge overlooked the entire trail with a sea of trees beneath them and the city just beyond it. You could only hear the faint hum of New York if you listened closely for it, otherwise it was pure peace. 

  “This is a cool view,” Yelena stated as she gazed out. 

  You took your rucksack off and pulled out the flannel print picnic blanket that you had triple checked for before you left the apartment, and laid it down on the ground. Yelena joined you as you pulled out the food you had brought, some of which being new to the blonde, and got Marty’s water bowl that you filled with water. 

  “I’m sure you’ve seen some pretty cool views before this.”

  “Yes, I was always the best sniper so I always got the sights,” Yelena recalled somewhat fondly, as though they provided a silver lining in hindsight. “Lots of cities,” she added. 

  “What was your favourite?”

  “Amsterdam,” Yelena answered immediately. 

  “Did you go to the red light district?” You asked, only half joking.

  “Where else would I have been?” She deadpanned. “Our transportation was late so I got to go sightseeing a little.” 

  “I’m sure you got an eyeful,” you accused, making the blonde chuckle without denying anything. 

  “So what if I did, you would too,” she pointed out. 

  “If I ever go I’ll let you know,” you said. Yelena hummed as she rummaged through the snacks you brought. 

  “What is a twinkie?” Yelena questioned as she held up the packaged cake. 

  “Something you need to try if you're gonna stay in America,” you told her almost sincerely.  

  “Nat said she would bring me back food from England,” Yelena said as she opened the treat.

  “She better be bringing me some too!” You exclaimed. 

  “Perhaps I will share,” she considered. 

  “I can’t see you as the sharing type,” you grumbled. 

  “Depends how good it tastes,” Yelena muttered back. You bit back a smile.

  You spent some time with the blonde introducing her to the western foods she hadn’t yet tried, most of which she surprised herself by enjoying, while she pointed out the different species of birds that could be heard from the ledge. 

  “I never knew you were such a bird head,” you quipped. 

  “I thought this was basic knowledge,” she objected. 

  “The red room thought that was basic knowledge?” 

  “I can also identify types of snakes,” she said. 

  “That’s pretty cool,” you admitted. 

  “Snakes are very cool,” Yelena corrected. “I want one.”

  “I would come over to see that.”

  “Just to see that?” She asked, a small smirk playing on her lips. 

  “What else would I be there for?” You asked, a coy smile starting on your own lips. 

  “Maybe the owner of the really cool snake,” she replied, leaning closer to you. 

  “Well I guess she sounds like a fun person to hang out with too,” you muttered, placing a hand on the blonde’s cheek to pull her in for a tender kiss, both of you smiling. 

  “Come on,” you said as you pulled away. “There's a creek a little way North that Marty likes swimming in.” Yelena helped you pack up before you both made your way back down the hill with Marty starting on ahead, his tail whipping through the air frantically. 

  This time, you were the one to reach out and take Yelena’s hand, swinging it comfortably as you felt her give you a soft grin. “How does the assassin keep her hands so soft?” You queried aloud. 

  “It’s important to moisturise,” she said simply, enjoying the way you ran your thumb over the back of her hand. 

  You made it to the creek within an hour, comforted by the fact that it was entirely the same as the previous times you had visited. As you strolled down, you found the thick oak tree that had fallen over the creek what looked to be years prior and didn’t hesitate to climb onto it with Yelena close behind. You held out your hands steadily, cautious of any slippery spots and occasionally feeling Yelena’s hands on your waist to steady you. You made it to the middle and sat down, your shoes barely an inch above the water. 

  Marty stood several feet in front of you in the creek, unaffected by the gentle current that only reached his stomach in the deeper areas. You kept a watchful eye on him as you picked up the stick on the tree and threw it as hard as you could, making Marty go bounding after it. Yelena laughed lightly as she observed your dog find the stick with impressive ease and come bouncing back, surprising you both when he stood in front of the blonde to give her the stick. 

  “Does that mean he thinks I’m in charge?” Yelena asked as she took the stick and threw it back into the creek, getting it significantly further than you did. 

  “He has good intuition like that,” you said, taking your phone out to snap a couple photos of Marty running back. 

  “And you found him in a dumpster?” Yelena recalled. 

  “Yeah, he was being kicked out by a family of raccoons,” you said, remembering how you had been passing by the alley when you heard the commotion. 

  “And he protects you every night,” Yelena mused, throwing the stick again.

  “In his defence, he was injured at the time! I took him to the vet and… I don’t know. I guess I thought it would be good for both of us if he stayed with me. He seemed to agree,” you recalled. “He stopped my nightmares,” you added after a pause. 

  Yelena glanced your way for a second then looked back at the creek, considering her words. “What did you dream about?” She asked outright. You didn’t mind. 

  “I kind of used to hack into S.H.I.E.L.D before I started working for them,” you started. Yelena looked at you with a wide grin, seeming somewhat impressed. 

  “No way,” she laughed. “And they hired you?”

  “Thanks to Nat,” you nodded. “Anyway I used to pass on the information I found to some not great people and it got a lot of people hurt,” you explained, the guilt still present. “So I used to dream about what happened to them, because of me.” Yelena stared down at the water running beneath her, knowing that feeling of guilt all too well. 

  “You help people now though,” she said. “You made it work.”

  “Yeah,” you smiled. You had rebuilt your life the way you wanted it, you couldn’t dwell on past mistakes.

  You stayed by the creek until Marty eventually tired himself out and decided to head back. Yelena hopped down first, greeting Marty several steps ahead and giving you a chance to take your phone out again and take a swift photo of the blonde while she was distracted. You smiled at the moment you had captured and pocketed the device before Yelena noticed. 

  The blonde gave a dramatic cry of distress when Marty began to shake all of the water from his body while Yelena was standing too close. “You’re not ready for a dog if you didn’t see that coming,” you called to her. She gave you a middle finger in response as she wiped the droplets from her face. 

  “Now I’ll have to shower you both down,” you told her with a tut. 

  “I’m not sharing your shower time with your dog,” she told you with a glare though she held out her hand to take your backpack from you to give you a break.

  “Thank you for showing me this,” Yelena said.

  “Thanks for coming,” you shrugged. “I knew you would like it and you’re not bad company,” you quipped. 

  “You’re not so bad yourself, detka,” she smiled. You loved when she called you that, but you were admittedly more conscious of it since pondering the ethics of keeping what you and Yelena had a secret. 

“We’ll tell Nat soon,” you said suddenly. Tell her what you weren’t sure, having never used any label with Yelena before. “Just let me get my will finalised first.” Yelena gave you a soft smile that you got the impression from that she wasn’t entirely certain. 

  “We don’t have to,” she assured but that didn’t matter to you now that you knew how she really felt. You needed to ask Yelena what you would even tell her sister. It felt like you were more than friends with benefits but to say it aloud? To be the one to do it? You didn’t want to risk discovering you were wildly misreading your connection to Yelena. You didn’t want to be the one to admit you wanted to be more than that. You didn’t ruin what you hoped to someday look back on as your first date. 

~

You didn’t look up when you heard the six small wheels run across the floor in front of your desk followed by the dull thud of your coworker propping her elbows up next to your screen. She peered around to gain an awkward look at your work before setting her gaze on you. You cracked a smile but didn’t meet her gaze having been used to Ava’s interruptions since you first met her.

“You wanna come over to eat leftover pizza and watch cringy reality shows tonight?” She asked. 

  “I don’t even get fresh pizza?” You quipped. 

  “I’m too broke to spend on you,” she said with a grin until you swiped your hand out to knock her elbows off your desk. 

  “Some other time, Nat’s coming over tonight.” It had been a while since you had seen the redhead. She had been away for a few months which you had leant to be normal in the years that you had known her, but it didn’t mean you hadn’t missed the Russian. 

  “Tell her I say hi,” Ava smirked.

  “Stop trying to get in her pants, she’s too much of a workaholic to try that with,” you chuckled as you saved your latest report. 

  “As long as she’s not straight I can still work my magic.” 

  “Work it at Stark's next party,” you said with a pointed look. As much as you loved Ava, you weren’t going to spend your rare evening with Natasha as a wingwoman. 

  “Fine,” Ava huffed with a smile as she pushed herself back from your desk and wheeled back to her own in the office chair to grab her bag as you did the same. 

  The walk back to your apartment was as safe as they came. Once you reached the mainland, it was a ten minute walk to your apartment complex with every step of the way being unofficial S.H.I.E.L.D grounds just like your apartment. In some sense, it was a safehouse. Not all of its tenants were those that needed some precautionary protection, but they were all S.H.I.E.L.D personnel. 

  In your first year working at S.H.I.E.L.D it was mandatory that you lived in the building, partly as house arrest and partly from genuine concern. Though you had struck a deal with division that let you off lightly, there was still a trial period needed to ensure that you had the intentions you claimed you did. But they had also never found Rae. She never returned to your old apartment though occasional public security footage showed that she was still out there and able to avoid S.H.I.E.L.D with alarming ease. 

  After the first year, you were welcome to continue staying in the apartment building and Natasha had insisted that you should for your own safety. The redhead had given you various self defence lessons and encouraged you to take the ones S.H.I.E.L.D offered, then told you it was best to stay at the building for practicality. Then she had told you, in a less guarded tone, that she wanted you to be safe. That protectiveness had only grown over time. 

  When Natasha arrived, she brought with her a six pack of beers which you knew meant a lot of catching up. “Hey, flash drive,” she said as she hugged you in the doorway, holding on for a second longer than usual despite holding the pack. Yeah, she had a lot to catch you up on and she wasted no time in doing it. 

  “Then, being the dumbass she is, she put her batons together and shoved them into the propeller! Luckily I had a parachute pack on and got to her quick enough to get it on her otherwise I would have been so pissed at her!” Natasha exclaimed before taking the final swig of her beer. 

  “She sounds badass,” you input as you tried to visualise everything Natasha described. Her little sister sounded like somewhat of a firecracker and you were dying to see that in person. Maybe it was just the alcohol in your system, but Natasha made Yelena sound like someone you definitely wanted to get a drink with. 

  “I’m sure you two would get on great,” Natasha said as she rolled her eyes with a small smile. 

  “I hope I do meet her soon, I want to hear all about what you were like as a kid,” you admitted. Natasha shook her head as her smile widened, though a second too long passed for her to think about how things weren’t always good. You knew this, she had told you before. Once you had told Natasha about your time living with Rae, she had decided to share that vulnerability and tell you about the red room. So to hear that the redhead and her sister had been able to give them such a blow? You were thrilled for her. 

  “She’s helping the other widows now, the ones we couldn’t get to.” You hummed, thinking about the scale of what Yelena was taking on. “I told her I would help as much as I can but…” she gestured around. 

  “The rest of the world needs you to,” you shrugged, knowing that was what she meant. 

  “I wouldn’t be back if I wasn’t so sure I was leaving it in safe hands,” Natasha admitted. “I just hope she's not doing anything I wouldn't do, especially with Alexia there to encourage her.” 

  “You wouldn't be happy if she did some of the things you do actually do,” you pointed out. 

  “That's different!” She exclaimed with a laugh. “I have a lot of big sister nagging time to make up for! Just wait until she has her first girlfriend.” Oh? 

  Natasha must have noticed you taking note of that because she tapped your cheek with the back of her index finger. “Don't even think about it,” she warned with a knowing smile, making it impossible to tell if she was joking or not. You were about to ask, but Natasha was reaching for the TV remote. “And you better not have been watching Survivor without me.”

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Kazuha X Reader: If there was an afterlife

TW!: Dead Reader, Suicide

A/N: There will be stuff in chinese at the end since I kinda based this off a quote that you guys will see later, so I know it's not true in real life, but for this story, let's assume Kazuha knows Chinese

Kazuha walked out from her room, stretching as she yawned. She was still stuck in her half asleep stupor, walking mindlessly towards her members at the dining table as Sakura was handing out breakfast, Eunchae and Yunjin heading to the TV.

As she mindlessly listened to Chaewon and Sakura discussing some of their usual shenanigans, suddenly, something on the TV caught her attention.

"Eunchae-ah, could you change the channel back again?" Kazuha asked, moving towards the TV hastily, Eunchae a little confused at the question but doing as she was told

On the TV, a solemn looking news reporter and a picture of a person Kazuha had not seen in a long time

"We are saddened to announce that Celebrity Y/N L/N, known for the 2025 film "Espionage" has sadly passed. Sources reporting that after a long battle against depression and anxiety, they committed suicide."

All eyes in the room fell to Kazuha, who sat stunned, staring at the TV

Whispers and murmurs filled the room, slowly suffocating Kazuha, who ran to her room, slamming it shut behind her.

"Is she going to be okay?" Yunjin looked worriedly, glancing at Chaewon to see what could be done.

"Just give her some space for now girls. I think we all know what Y/N meant to Kazuha" Chaewon whispered, as the girls nodded in agreement, all feeling a little distraught at the news too. In a way, they felt they were indebted to you.

Kazuha curled into a ball in the corner in her shared room with Sakura. Were you really gone? Just like that? As she buried her head into her arms, there was a timid knock on the door, and a voice Kazuha recognised to be Sakura's rang out

"Zuha, there's someone here for you"

Without an answer, Sakura quickly opened the door, fearing something had happened to Kazuha, only calming down when she saw Kazuha.

Beside Sakura was an older, maybe middle aged man, someone Kazuha didn't recognise

As Sakura beckoned Kazuha to step out, Kazuha obliged, dragging her feet as she sat at the table, opposite to the middle aged man.

"Good Afternoon, Miss Nakamura. My name is Pak Hyun Shik. I'm the executor of Y/N L/N's will. I'm sorry for your loss, but I'm here with you to handle an affair. Y/N has granted you 25% of their properties to give it to a charity of your choice, also, this." He slowly set an object on the table

"I understand Mr Pak. I will get back to you soon." Kazuha bowed, grabbing the object and quickly scurrying to her room, setting the object on her bed

On Kazuha's bed laid a box all too familiar to the idol, for it was hers, a long time ago.

A beautiful maroon blue box, designed like an ancient chest rested on the idol's bed, as she reached forward, tracing the ornate design on the box, slowly opening it to see 7 items, 6 familiar to her, one she wished was not, as well as a scroll above them.

Kazuha chuckled softly to herself, you always loved these fancy scrolls, it made you feel royal, you always claimed.

Taking a deep breath, Kazuha undid the bow over the scroll, unravelling it to reveal a letter.

我最爱的和羽：

如果你正在读这封信，那就意味着我已经��择了去胆小鬼的出路了。很抱歉，我现在要向您发送这些东西，我知道这可能是垃圾，您甚至都不记得了。

My Dear Zuha:

If you're reading this letter, it means that I've taken the coward's way out. I'm sorry that I'm sending you these things now, I understand it's probably junk that you don't even remember anymore.

"Wrong" Kazuha thought to herself, the things in the chest were things she still had vivid memories of.

The Test Paper.

Kazuha slowly pulled out a dusty exam paper, a Chinese test that she still recalled taking. her tidy handwriting and a 100% score adorning the top right hand of her paper still made her feel a little proud.

Kazuha was always horrible at Chinese. She wondered why she took the damn language as her third language in the first place when she already was fluent in English aside from Japanese and Dutch. But she didn't really have a choice, groaning as she repeatedly banged her head on the table, her materials not free from the full frontal assault. Suddenly, she felt her forehead collide, not with cold metal, but a warm hand. Looking up in shock, she turned to see your concerned face looking at her, confused. "Are you okay?" You asked, as Kazuha turned her head in confusion, muttering some nonsense about looking like an idiot. "May I?" You asked, giggling as you gestured to the chair opposite Kazuha. She quickly nodded, as you took the seat opposite her. "So, what troubles you?" Kazuha groaned and passed you the document in her hand. You looked it and stifled a chuckle, Kazuha puffing her cheeks up in mild displeasure at your reaction, before shooting you one of her "judgemental face", though she claims it's just her normal face "Don't be offended, I'm not looking down on your score, I'm just laughing because I've found another fool who chose to take Chinese as their third language. I got lucky since my mom's Chinese, guess you don't have that fortune do you?" Kazuha shook her head in despair, before crashing her head onto her hand again.

"Tell you what, how about I tutor you? I've been told I'm a great tutor." You offered, as Kazuha looked at you in disbelief. "You would do that?" You quickly nodded, as Kazuha quickly turned to skepticism "Why are you doing this? Are you usually this nice to everyone?" She asked, to which you only shot back a goofy grin. "Nope, only to pretty girls." Kazuha couldn't help but blush, looking downward to hide her rosy cheeks, mumbling "flirt" under her breath Regardless, she took you up on your offer, and thus began a friendship that would not last too long. Every week, before class started, you two would meet up, studying and hanging out, and as time went by, Kazuha found her chinese improving, and her feelings growing.

One of those days, Kazuha could recall you being extra nervous, something that didn't escape her notice. A little prying from her revealed that you intended to ask her out on a date, to which she replied snarkily, "If I can ace a test, which I can promise you won't happen, sure!" She would soon eat her words, as you hosted a day long intensive revision session that somehow, someway, got Kazuha full marks on her test.

The look on your face when Kazuha handed you her paper, priceless. She still remembered it to this day. "Guess I owe you a date. Don't disappoint me and there may be more." She said teasingly, before leaving you in a state of shock

The Movie Tickets.

Kazuha pulled out two ticket stubs from the box, the afternoon showing for "Infinity War" at the theatre near where the two of you used to study. She never understood the hype around those silly Marvel Movies, but you insisted that it would be a good film to watch, even for someone who had never watched any of the Marvel movies before. She was inclined to agree, though the company was better than the film

Kazuha stood outside the movie theatre, holding two tubs of popcorn and a drink, looking around impatiently for you, who had disappeared a minute ago to locate a toilet. As quickly as you disappeared, you reappeared and relieved Kazuha of the popcorn in her hand, entering the theatre together with her as the two of you hurriedly found your seats in the darkness. As the movie went on, despite not knowing any of the characters, Kazuha found herself tensing up whenever any of the main characters were in danger, squirming in her seat, before she found an effective way to curb the nervousness. As the Red Robot with a glowing stone in his head got impaled through the back, Kazuha jumped in her seat, her right hand moving out and finding it's unintended location. Your left hand. Drawing your attention away from the movie, you looked at Kazuha, who was trying to nonchalantly act like nothing happened, and you smiled, lightly squeezing her hand in reassurance, an action that did not go unappreciated, as the light of red witch's magic illuminated Kazuha's beautiful smile.

As the movie went on, you suddenly heard a light shuffle toward your left, as Kazuha lifted the arm rest back, instead opting to move closer to you, leaning her head slightly in front your shoulder, an action you reciprocated by putting your arm around her shoulder and pulling her close, feeling her get comfortable against you.

The movie went on as the two of you held each other, Kazuha still remembers how you had to comfort her because the insect guy turned to dust. After the movie, Kazuha took you by the hand, an action she had previously deemed, only for people in serious relationships. You two never really said anything, but this was the end of your friendship, and the beginning of your relationship.

The Membership card

Kazuha pulled out a small card from the box, a faint inscription on it showing a laundromat. Your parent's laundromat, that is. Your parents ran a small laundromat, nothing too big or fancy, but good enough to help them live comfortably and get a child through the education system.

Kazuha still recalls how weird she initially found it when you handed her a membership card to your parent's laundromat card. Kazuha would hang out with you there, helping out when necessary, but mostly the two of you would be seating around, just chatting and joking around, regulars at the laundromat calling you two a lovey dovey couple, an allegation you wore like a bag of honour while Kazuha loved it, but was still shy about it. There was once when your parents were away for a gathering with some old friends, leaving the running of the laundromat to both you and Kazuha. Surprisingly, the two of you were efficient and great at it, you even joked that if both your dreams failed, the two of you could run the laundromat together (You guys can kinda see where this one is going can't you)

The Letters

From the box, emerged another, this one sloppier and less intricate then the bigger box, filled with small pieces of paper. Paper with words that had since faded, but words that remained etched in Kazuha's mind

Kazuha had missed you. Dearly. She wanted nothing more than to call you, her beloved, but her phone was off limits, only available on the weekends, at least according to the trainer for HYBE. Few months prior, Kazuha had passed an audition to become a Kpop trainee. What she did not anticipate was how tough it would be, especially since you wouldn't be able to frequently contact her or meet up with her. To counteract this, you came up with a brilliant scheme, as you loved to call it. The day before Kazuha went to become an official trainee, the two of you went for dinner together, where you handed her a small box. Inside the box was treasures beyond Kazuha's greatest and wildest imagination. She still chuckles as she reminisces about it now. You were always such a dramatic. What was in those boxes, were letters, handwritten letters that you had wrote for Kazuha, 20 to be exact. Letters for Kazuha to read in any situation. Her personal favourite? "Read this when you miss me."

In that letter was you writing about how she could "not miss you as much", ideas like hugging the jacket that you had given her, looking at your pictures together, and contained sweet nothings about how Kazuha was the greatest and was the love of your life. Kazuha read that letter so many times she could basically recite it from heart.

The letters for Kazuha helped her through the tough times of being a trainee, and it would keep her sane enough till the weekends, where she was given one free day to go out, a day she would often spend with you, you being sure to clear your weekends up too, a task made difficult by trying to make it big in the film industry, but you made it work, for her. When Kazuha debuted, she handed the letter back to you, along with another small stack of hers.

A single red rose

From the depths of the box, Kazuha pulled out a rose, plastic to stand the test of time, but well made it enough that it could be passed as a legitimate rose.

Kazuha recalls finding it in her bag at her debut performance at music bank, realising that you must have snuck it into her bag the last time you snuck into the LeSserafim dorm. The other members knew of you of course, Chaewon initially disapproving knowing the repercussions if the two of you got caught, but ultimately supported the relationship, as long as you two didn't get caught. She wanted Kazuha to be happy, after all. The night before the debut performance, Kazuha found herself cuddling into your arms, shaking with nervousness at her debut performance, filled with terror on what would happen if she messed up. Nothing that couldn't be solved by your love and affection of course. Kazuha smiles as she remembers the pride on your face when you claimed that your kisses were magic, a kiss from you scaring away any bad thoughts that dared invade your beloved's mind. As she slowly vented to you, you were sure to comfort her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear to calm her down, something that proved effective as she slowly fell asleep in your arms, you carrying her to her bed being the last thing she remembered. What she would only find out at a later year was that as you left the room, you were intercepted by Chaewon and Sakura, both with worried expressions on their faces. Their manager was growing suspicious of your relationship, and you would have to be more careful. Before heading out for her dance, Kazuha quickly took her phone out, recording a short message thanking you for the cute gift. She didn't know it, but that message got you through some tough times, even after the incident. She also gave you the rose, as she insisted it served as great decoration in your room

A Bracelet

A small bracelet, it's magnet long grown rusty, rests in the box as Kazuha picked it up, an identical pair lying in her bedside drawer. She couldn't bear to throw it away

This was the gift you had gotten Kazuha for your second anniversary. While it seems pretty underwhelming, you had actually made the bracelets yourself, spending hours on it in your free time. Kazuha loved it, she was never one for expensive gifts, preferring gifts that hit her close to the heart. Kazuha loved that bracelet, wearing it almost everywhere except for MV or commercial shoots, always keeping it on her person. You also always wore it, incorporating the bracelet into the outfit of whichever character you were playing at the time. It all went well, so you thought. As the days went by, Kazuha's manager grew more suspicious, then one day, she spotted the bracelet that she always saw Kazuha wearing, on your wrist. This prompted her to confront Kazuha. Kazuha cringed, that night was horrible. After much probing and Kazuha trying to deny, Kazuha finally admitted to dating you, something that did not bode well with her manager. The company had a strict no dating policy, and after the manager reported it to HYBE, an ultimatum was delivered and Kazuha had a week to decide

The 4 leaf clover

The final object emerged from the box. The object that reminded Kazuha of the worse night of her life.

You had successfully snuck into LeSserafim's dorm once again, clutching in your hand a small trinket. As you entered your girlfriend's room, you were surprised to see her with a frown on her face, as opposed to the smile she always had plastered on when she saw you. You didn't pay it much heed at that point though. As you climbed into the room, you set the trinket onto the table, a 4 leaf clover, you wanted to gift Kazuha a good luck charm, as Kazuha beckoned for you to sit next to you. She had thought of every possible outcome, bargaining with management, quitting to be together with you, anything, but there was only one way this could ever really go. "Management wants me to break up with you, and cease all contact with you." She quickly spat out, shutting her eyes tightly, unwilling to look you in the eye

You sat there stunned, unsure of how to respond to that. "They've threatened my members, Y/N. If I don't do what they want, they're going to disband the whole group, something about group image. I'm sorry Y/N." She muttered out, tears dripping from her eyes "So we're done? And you're not going to fight for us?" You lightly scoffed, still in disbelief at what was going on. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I can't sacrifice my group member's dreams, or my own, just for you." Kazuha mumbled through her tears, as you slowly got up, grabbing the clover and shoving it into your pocket. "I guess I'm just not worth it then..." You whispered spitefully. You knew this had to be done, of course. If you were given this scenario, break up with Kazuha or her and her members would suffer, you knew that you were the right choice to let go. But that didn't make it hurt less. It wasn't easy for Kazuha either, and you could see that, your comment making her break down even further. " I guess you were right all those years ago, 童话里都是骗人的( Fairytales are a lie)" You said, moving to leave through the window. "Y/N, I still l-" Kazuha could barely spit out, before you interrupted her. "I hope this is worth it. Goodbye." You said, turning to look at her one last time, tears streaming down her face and your face too. Closing your eyes, you muttered out a last, "I love you.", before climbing out of the window and heading back to your dorm. Kazuha was inconsolable that night, crying in Sakura's arm through the night, as the rest of the members heard what had happened from outside the door, powerless to do anything about it.

Finally looking through the items in the box, tears coming back to Kazuha's eyes, memories she had buried 3 years ago now bursting to the surface. Through her tears, she continued reading the scroll

随着岁月的流逝，我非常高兴地看着你的事业蒸蒸日上，我真的为你感到高兴。我想你可以说我的职业生涯也相对顺利。我能够让我的父母退休，过上舒适的生活。但我很抱歉你不得不这样看待我。我希望你知道，即使到最后，我都在努力战斗，为明天而战，为���接明天的决心而战，但我已经筋疲力尽了，和羽。媒体每天都以他们可以编造的任何理由抨击我，我不能走出家门而不受到不喜欢我的粉丝的威胁，仅仅因为我不是他们的最爱。我累了, 和羽，太累了。我好希望你能现在在这里和我在一起。你不知道这些年我有多么想念你，多么想靠在你的肩膀上哭泣，多么想在累了的时候靠在你的身上，多么想有一个人来疼爱我。我要说的话，请你理解，我说出来，是不想因我没告诉你而后悔。 虽然我们两个的事业很成功，尽管你那天打破了我的心，我想告诉你，如果有来生，我还是会选择和你在一起，报税，开我父母的洗衣店。我很希望我们能做到，但现在已经太晚了。虽然我现在要走了，我希望你会永远自得。你拥有了我的心，我是会永远爱你的。 您的最爱，Y/N

(As the years have gone by, I've watched with great joy as your career prospered, and I'm really happy for you. I guess you could say my career has gone relatively well too. I was able to retire my parents, and live comfortably. But I'm sorry you have to see me in this light. I hope you know that even till the end, I tried to fight, fight for the next day, for the resolve to face the next day, but I'm exhausted, Zuha. The media blasts me everyday for any reason they can concoct, I can't step outside my house without being threatened by fans who dislike me simply because I'm not their favourite. I'm done, Zuha. I wish you were here to be with me. You don't know how much I've missed you these past years, how much I've wanted to cry on your shoulder, lean on you when I felt tired, or have someone to love me. What I'm about to say, please understand that I say it as I do not wish to regret you not knowing my feelings. Though we both have successful careers, and even though you broke my heart that day, in another life, I would have loved to spend it with you, paying taxes and running my parent's laundromat. I always wished we could do that, but it's too late now. Though I'm gone, I hope you will always remember, that my heart is yours,  and that I love you. Forever, and always)

Your love, Y/N"

Kazuha couldn't hold it anymore, breaking down into a sobbing mess as Sakura, hearing the commotion, barged into the room, running to hold Kazuha, her other members following close behind

"It's not fair! It's not fair! I miss Y/N! I want them back now! Please! Please!" Kazuha could only scream in her desperation, tears streaming down her cheeks as punched her bed, Sakura and Yunjin holding Kazuha tightly as they tried their best to console her, the other members trying what they could to calm the heart broken girl down.

Truth is, she wanted it too. If she could go back. She would have loved it too. She would have loved just running your parent's laundromat with you, doing taxes with you, growing old with you.

You would have loved her, and she would have loved you.

[tornado1992]

@goldenstrwbrry’s fanart of Sonic’s obsession with arcade games reminded me of the Pak Rat episode on iCarly and HELL I can’t reblog it with the video but I imagine Tails also obsessing over the game and then Sonic is the one who has to drag him away from it like this

Just imagine little Tails falling asleep over the game and Sonic has to carry him cause hell that game’s addictive

[izakiisdead]

Festive Love.

ii Reader isnt actually mute but prefers to not speak but reader has very expressive face expressions.

ii He only speaks when needed, if not then he’ll be quiet.

a/n : HELP I TRIED WRITING A MAKE OUT SESSION AND ITS SO TRASH (MIGHT UPDATE ON IT)

Cw: not proofread :’3, semi nsfw at the end,

im so insecure abt this oneshot man HELP…

Requested by : Nobody

Genre : Short make out sesh in the end (NSFW maybe ?)

Naruto Uzumaki x Silent!Male Reader

(Part 1)Wake Up M/n !!

*RINGGGG*

You groaned at the sound of your alarm while trying to stop it from ringing like a bitch but end up falling off the bed.

“Tch… ouch” You got up and rubbed your head. You looked at the clock and it’s 6:30 am. You stared at the intimate object as you put it back at it’s original place and got back into bed. “Just 5 more minutes….” You groggily said before dozing off.

Timeskip “5 minutes later” (9 hours later)

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

“(M/N) SANNNNN OPEN THE DOORR !!!!” Naruto yell as loud as he can, hoping you would hear him. “Maybe we’ll just wait for him?” Sakura suggested. “It’s no use !! its been 9 hours !! He’s such a heavy sleeper.” Naruto replied. Sai was standing beside Sakura while nodding at him. “Its already almost 4 pm !” Naruto added as he puffed his cheeks in annoyance.

“Is (M/n) always this late ?” Sai calmly asked. “Well.. not really but today he seem to be taking a while to get up, I wonder what’s going on.” Sakura responded. Naruto was starting to grow impatient of the silent male and thought of an idea. “Let’s pick on the locks !!” He said with a mischievous smile.

*PAK*

“NO NARUTO.” Sakura smacked his head. “Agh ! That hurts Sakura chan !” Naruto winced. “Serves you right. We are ninjas not an intruder !” Sakura responded.

You were up in your room watching the whole show go down outside, sneaking in some silent chuckles. You actually woke up 3 hours ago but decided to skip practice because you were mentally exhausted.

You finished getting dressed and decided to go out by using the window instead of the door because why not ? You opened the window and jumped out of it; while doing so you tried to close the windows as fast as you could. You sneak up behind the three and acted as if you were there the whole time.

You tapped on Naruto’s shoulders to get his attention. “GAHHH A MONSTER !!!” You frowned at his words. “S-sorry (M/n) I thought it was a mons— HOW DID YOU GET HERE ?!?!” You let out a silent chuckle.

“Since we’re all here now we should get going—-”

“You missed practice today (M/n)” Sai cuts Naruto off. “He was wondering where you are, so am I. I’m glad you’re not hurt (M/n).” He added, chuckling a little then smile at you. You chuckled back at him while nodding at his statement.

“[Im sorry I wont let that happen again]” You signed with a smile. Sai was a little confused but Sakura helped him understand what you’re trying to say.

Naruto saw how your face lits up a little when you and Sai we’re talking. ‘W-what’s this feeling inside me..’ He thought to himself.

Naruto, without thinking held your hand; startling you. Your eye’s widen at the blonde boy’s action but you allowed his hand to intertwine with yours.

You turned to look at the pouting blondie.

“Ah ! Lets get going shall we ? Time wont wait for us will it ?” Sai said as he was staring into the abyss while you and Sakura nodded. Naruto, is still pouting. You smiled at him then tapped his shoulders.

He noticed you tapped his shoulders then lends you his ear. “Lets get going Naruto kun” you whispered into his ears; causing him to fluster up. Yes, he has heard your voice multiple times yet it still flusters him because you rarely use it and your voice sounds like whispers from an angel, enough to make a guy like him melt over it.

The both of you noticed how Sai and Sakura are already ahead of you two. Naruto held your hand a little tighter then sprints towards them, dragging you as well. It took you a while to catch up with Naruto’s pace.

The four of you are supposed to be heading to a festival after practice but of course you weren’t at practice but you still went with them. You’re going because you’re not going to miss out on good snacks they have at the festival.

(Part 2 Festival time !)

The four of you arrived right on time, the walk took the four of you around 2 hours.

You are on Naruto’s back because you were getting a little tired.

You got off Naruto’s back and gave him a bow as a ‘thank you’. “[thanks for letting me ride your back ! You’re extremely strong Naruto !]” You signed as you gave him a closed eye smile, he blushed seeing your adorable smile.

“N-no problem ! Anything for my boyfriend!! Or m-maybe future husband?” Your face reddens when you heard the last few sentences. You held his hands while trying to hide your embarrassed face.

“Awh ! Look at you two !! Now hurry up or we’ll leave you two.” Your body stiffness when you heard Sakura’s voice change. Sai nodded as he crosses his arms with a smile.

“We’re fine here !! We can just move at our pace ! You two go without us !” Naruto yelled with a wide smile. Sakura smiled at you two before leaving you two be.

[Sakura and Sai arent in a relationship, they’re just friends. Sakura is just helping him out incase things gets awkward for him]

As the two of you are now alone, Naruto picked you up bridal style and went to a more hidden place.

He gently places you down, not wanting to hurt you. “N-naruto..” he can feel his pants tent up from the sound of your voice. He ignored it. His face reddens and without thinking he kissed you.

The two of you were slowly adjusting into it. He slid his tongue into your mouth and explored the wet caverns of your mouth. He then pulled away to let you breathe since you were getting a little breathless. “(M/n)… may I continue?” He asked as he pulled you closer to which you nodded. He continued kissing your lovely lips while holding your hands and caressing it at the same time.

Despite his energetic personality, he’s very slow and gentle when it comes to this kind of stuff. He made sure you were comfortable during the whole make out session.

He took a break from kissing your lips so he can appreciate the other kissable spots of your body such as you neck, your cheeks, your forehead, your hands and etc (wink wonk *JOKING*)

“(M/n). I. love. you.” He said in a playful yet low voice in between kisses. You nuzzled at his neck while hugging him. “I love you too.” You said in a whisper like tone. Your breath hits his neck as you speak, making him fluster up.

“(M/n) sweetie, let’s continue this make out session behind closed doors shall we” You blushed at the male’s statement. You shyly nodded. Naruto was swooned by how cute you are then proceeded to pick you up then planted little kisses on your skin.

“Cmon honey, we got a festival to go to!” He said in his usual happy tone. You laughed at the male’s antics as you planted a small kiss on his cheeks. “Hey ! Sneaking a kiss on me huh ?” He kissed you as he was chuckling. “I love your kisses (M/n)” he holds you closer.

You guys took so long, the fireworks have already fired up.

The two of you watched the fireworks while enjoying eachother’s company. Naruto held you closer as your were focused on the fireworks.

-FIN

[roksiksimps]

How to get an Abdirak of your own!

Here are some mods you need if you want Abdirak (or any other NPC really) to travel with your party!

Abdirak as an NPC companion

Recruit any NPC is the first mod you need. For those who are new to modding, here's how you can install it. First you need the software that this mod requires to work:

Get the Norbytes script extender. Unzip the archive, put the extender's 'DWrite.dll' file into your '[Steam folder]\steamapps\common\Baldurs Gate 3\bin' folder.

Get the BG3 Mod Manager. Unzip it, launch it, go to the Preferences and link your game's exutable and folder in its settings.

Download the mod itself, unzip, drag the 'RemoveMultiplayerCharacter.pak' file into you Mod Manager's 'active mods' leftside field, then press 'save'.

It gives you this wonderful ability:

Get to the goblin camp, target Abdirak with it, and he will become your companion!

He still can be interacted with as well, so if you wanted to take some screenshots in a more scenic environment, now you can. (The penance itself is bugged though. I was able to reenact it once near the bloodstained chapel's wall, but it's not guaranteed. More testing needed. Do it before you aggro the whole goblin camp, as per usual, cause he will try to leave the camp (and the game) after if you're anywhere close to the goblin camp.)

The only problem with this method is that he's still an NPC, he can't be leveled up (and he doesn't have much in terms of abilities), and the gear doesn't show up, so if you want to take him through the rest of the game, he won't fare well.

So if you want to have a functional cleric with you, you will want:

Abdirak as Tav

First, you need a second Tav. Getting a second player through multiplayer is an option, but the Recruit any NPC mod we already installed gives you a second ability:

Target Abdirak, and you'll be taken to the character creation screen to create a second Tav for you to control. There, you can select the 'Clone' option when you choose the race. It'll give you an Abdirak that CAN be leveled up and has the selected class's abilities, but his visuals still can't be changed.

If you want an Abdirak who can wear gear that will show up on him, we need more mods (also, you don't have to target Abdirak when you create a second Tav. Target anyone, so you can have Abdirak from the very start of the game). @sweetmage has already made Abdirak as the main Tav, but he lacked the body scars. Let me rectify that!

The Customizer's Compendium modwill give you Abdirak's face (drag the 'Customizer.pak' file into the Mod Manager; you also need the ImprovedUI mod for it to show up properly, place it under the Customizer mod in the list) , facial scars included. The hair is already in the game, the colors need to be eyeballed. Here's a closeup of the NPC. In my estimation, he's got Cool Tone 5 for his skin, Solid White for his eyes, and Grey 1 for hair, but YMMV.

The body scars are a different matter. If you're playing as a human/elf/drow/half-elf male Tav, there's currently no way to give Abdirak his scars without also giving them to your Tav. If you don't mind, or play a different race, or if you're playing a female Tav, you will need:

Unique Tav (as well as Trip's old shaderpack for the mod to work, drag it into the Mod Manager). It's a bit more tricky to set it up.

- Find in the mod's 'Files' section, download and install with Mod Manager the 'Unique Tav PAK'.

- Download 'Unique Tav Data', unzip, and manually put the 'Generated' folder inside of your '[Baldur's Gate 3 steam folder]\Data' folder.

- THEN download the 'Unique Tav Body Variants'.

- Find the 3 filed inside of the 'body_variants\NORMIES\male_hairy_lovitar_actually_hairless' folder you just downloaded.

- Copy these files to your '[Baldur's Gate 3 steam folder]\Generated\Public\Shared\Assets\unique_tav\BODY\NORMIES\MALE' folder, replace the files that are already there.

Ta-da! Your Abdirak (and human/elf male Tavs) will have the body scars!

Not on their legs though. If you want that, you will have to edit the texture files yourself.

You can download a tutorial on how to do that over at Many scars for unique Tav. You will need Photoshop (and knowing how to use it), a Photoshop plugin to open dds files, and a bit of creativity (or, you know, you can just take the scars from this mod and replace Abdirak's leg segment).

Edit UNIQUE_M_NKD_BODY_A_NM to add texture.

Edit UNIQUE_M_NKD_BODY_A_HMVY to add color. I'm still working on the latter, but I can upload my files sometimes later when I have it, if anyone's interested.

If you want his outfit, you need the Basket full of equipment mod (install with Mod Manager, read the mod's rescription to learn how to gain access to the basket), the clothes are in the 'exotic gear' bag. If you want that outfit as camp clothes, you also need to install the Basket Equipment to Camp Clothing mod.

That should cover it. Let me know if you have any questions, I'll try to help!

[geschiedenisish]

NMBS-treinen zijn gay

Ok, laat me dit ff uitleggen.

Ik ben de laatste tijd veel te horny over NMBS-treinen. Ik vind ze allemaal gewoon geschikte partners.

Think about it. Je mag in ze komen als je dat nodig hebt, maar ze vinden het ook niet erg als je weer gaat. Ze vertrouwen erop dat je weer terug komt en het is ook niet erg als je niet terugkomt.

Daarnaast vinden ze het niet erg dat je meerdere partners hebt, als jij dat ook niet erg vindt. En treinen zijn vast en regelen alles zelf, niet als auto's waarbij je liefde bestaat uit het letterlijk zijn van een loverboy. (Oftewel; de liefde van een auto koop je met geld, die van een trein ook, maar wel véééééél minder geld.)

Dat gezegd hebbende, hier zijn de gays van de NMBS;

Klassiek motorstellen; MS66 en MSCR

Dit zijn de oude gays. Gays die niet zoveel hebben met Pride. Vandaar dat ze tegenwoordig ook steeds minder op (Vlaamse) stations voorkomen. Meestal hebben ze toch een vast lief gevonden waarmee ze zijn gaan samenwonen, en hoeven ze geen spanning meer in de liefde. MAAR onthoud wel dat deze gays hebben gevochten voor onze rechten om nu dit soort posts te kunnen schrijven! Zelfs als ze nu een beetje old-fashioned overkomen....

Ik vind dat ze zich presenteren als bottoms, maar zelf vinden dat ze dat 'woke stereotypering' en distantiëren ze zichzelf liever van het hele 'bottom-top' gebeuren....

MS75, MS80 en M4

Och, wat een schatjes zijn het toch. Vers tops met een hart van goud obviously. Wat kan ik er nog meer over zeggen? Binnen Vlaanderen komen ze voornamelijk voor als S-treinen vanuit Antwerpen en IC-treinen tussen Antwerpen en Turnhout. Oh, en ook "Sint-Niklaas - Mechelen" for some reasons.

Ze zijn er ook voor als je gewoon ff je hard wil luchten en geen zin hebt in kinky stuff. Daarom zijn ze ook S-treinen, zodat ze in alle rust naar je kunnen luisteren!

Oeh, tijdens mijn research kwam ik deze foto tegen, een echte "I acknowledge you have fought for my rights". Kijk dan hoe zeker de MS801 is en hoe kalm en wijs de MS651!

Ok, en weer door.

MS86; de drag queen

De MS86 is de gay die je mode-advies geeft. Look how he's working those glasses! Als je ff een confidence boost nodig hebt, pak dan een S-trein van of naar Brussel of heb geluk en tref de MS86 per toeval aan in modestad Antwerpen.

MS96

Dit is een bottom, obviously. Deze bottom is eigenlijk meer bezig met gay zijn en de gay community dan met hook-ups. Om deze reden rijdt hij dan ook als IC-trein door het hele land waarbij hij gewoon alles kan ontdekken. Je mag hem domineren, als hij niet allang een rant begonnen is over hoe beeldig die outfit je staat!

M5

Kijk, treinen moeten doen waar ze comfortabel mee zijn. In die zin vind ik het ook lastig om een sexualiteit toe te kennen aan de M5. Ik zou zeggen vers top of young top. (Zo'n man die denkt dat hij het helemaal is, maar in werkelijkheid is niemand geïntimideerd door zijn "I'm your alpha!" rant.)

Wees lief voor de M5, hij is nog zoekende. En doet dit door het hele land als P-trein en/of IC-trein.

M6 en MR08/MS08

Fuck yeah! Deze treinen weten wat ze willen en wanneer ze het willen! Niet zo alpha als de M7, maar nog steeds. Als je eens ff goed gedomineerd wil worden, ga in de onderste delen van de M6 zitten. Dan zal hij je eens goed op je plek zetten! Bereid je wel voor, het is een IC-trein (of als je het ECHT leuk vindt kan hij ook nog een P-trein zijn voor je), dus dit wordt snel en HARD!

Voor een meer sensuele dom moet je kijken naar de MR08. De MR08 kan zijn wat je maar wil. Een IC-trein, een P-trein, een L-trein en zelfs een S-trein. De dom is meer gespecialiseerd in het zijn van een S-trein, lang sensueel en langzaam met veel accelaratie en deceleratie. Maar de MR08 staat altijd open voor nieuwe dingen of het doen van dingen die jij prettig vindt, maar waar hij niet zoveel ervaring mee heeft.

Kort samengevat; de M6 is gewoon rawr, de MR08 daarentegen ziet er intimiderend uit, maar is eigenlijk een hele lieve, zachte trein, tenminste, als je dat wil. (Je zou hem om die reden ook een vers kunnen noemen, maar gezien zijn presentatie zou ik dan toch eerder vers top zeggen.....)

M7

omg, dit is DE leather daddy van het spoor! Wordt vooral gebruikt op IC- en P-treinen van en naar Gent. This daddy doesn't do romance. He rides. HARD. Alleen maar voor echte Gentse subs die wel wat degrading gewend zijn.

Maar wees gerust, in zijn grote armen zal hij ook mensen nemen die niet op zoek zijn naar zoveel opwinding. De M7 is een ervaren top die niet altijd meer behoefte heeft aan het maximum.

[leopardmuffinxo]

What would you say is the best/simplest way to mod BG3? Vortex, or some of BG3's ModManagers? Once the game launches, I would be curious to try it, but now when I peeked into NexusMods, I felt little confused about what method to use!

Hey there! I use the BG3 Mod Manager to mod BG3, which can be found here. I've found it's the simplest way to get them to show up in game, especially if you don't have any experience with adding codes to the game files to install them manually.

You would download the files from the Nexus, then put the pak files into the app data folder, which is usually found under: C:\Users\<UserName>\AppData\Local\Larian Studios\Baldur's Gate 3

Once they've been placed in the app data folder, you can open the BG3 MM and drag any inactive mods over to the active mods like so:

Once you have all the mods you want to install, hit the export button at the top of the MM to install them into your game. And you're done!

One thing I highly recommend is reading the entire mod page to ensure there's not any mods that conflict with the one you're downloading, and following any instructions on the mod page regarding the order they may need to be loaded in on the left side. Like how patch mods will always need to be below the mods they're patching so that they don't overwrite each other.

I hope this is helpful. ♡ Happy modding! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

[utterdrip]

Hi hi hi <3 I wanted to ask, I wanna install mods to bg3 but I only find guides from months ago and since we got new patches, I was wondering if you could help me ? Thank u and sorry to disturb you <3

hi, sure!! i will say that 1) things shouldnt have changed so much with new patches. mods do break, but the mod authors are usually quick to rectify them so they work with the patches (check your downloaded mods in nexus and change the order to most recently updated and dl it. bg3mm is rly good at just overwriting old mods with the newer versions w/o having to do anything but import them)

and 2) i am just. a layperson doing my best when it comes to modding. i dont know shit so this is just my experience!

NECESSARY FOR MOST MODS TO WORK

BG3 MOD MANAGER

BG3 mod fixer

bg3 community library

compatibility framework

companions – old shaders

improvedUI release ready

player and npc - old shaders

script extender

shivero’s icon gallery

trips’ old shader pack

tutorial chest summoning

unique tav

vfx library

Okay, i just copied and pasted this from my mods page because this is a good starting point methinks. I don't mod through nexus' program, so i can only guide through bg3 mod manager (bg3mm)

alright lets start with the easiest types of mods: paks. PAKs are what bg3mm are able to export directly into the game without us having to do anything but i'll break it down

PAKs are typically: additional gear, hairstyles, earrings, weapons, faces, horns, eye colors, makeup colors, dyes, dice, new spells, new classes, new potions, and the like. they're things that dont need to override things in the vanilla game in order to be added, however, order is still important in bg3mm

find some shit you wanna dl. i'm gonna use tav’s hair salon as an example. they dl as zip files

i recommend having all of your dl-ed mods moved to a specific folder for you to keep track of

open up bg3mm and go to >file>import mod

4. select the mod/s you want to import

5. they will get loaded into bg3mm on the RIGHT SIDE (inactive mods)

6. you just have to click and drag the mods you want over to the right side to move them to active

7. certain mods need a special load order in bg3mm. ex: tav's hair salon needs to be above (a lower number) and it's icon patch needs to be below it (a higher number)

7a. unique tav should be loaded at the bottom of the load order(a higher number) and any "unique tav patches" that you need for other mods should be loaded beneath it (a higher number than unique tav)

8. press export at the top to the game file path and you should be all loaded in

yay okay now, to mods that need to be directly overwriting game files. you need a zip extractor - i use winrar

it will be in the mod description whether or not you need to add these manually, but they are typically: unique tav, different makeup or tattoo styles, different body types or body tattoos, etc. i'll be using soft body for my example because i lov it<3

a lot of work needs to go into getting soft body to work, and it has to be done in a certain order so that things are replaced and loaded properly

trips’ old shader pack needs to be dl-ed AND installed first. extract it. anything that needs to replace files will do so in the DATA folder for bg3 OR if it's unique tav, their specific folders

companions – old shaders is next, and fortunately the two files for this mod is now 2 paks, and can be added to bg3mm easily

soft body is finally to be dl-ed, extracted, and moved into the data folder. you have to enter the extracted folder and move the GENERATED folder created from the mod into the DATA folder for bg3. every time you install manually, you will get a prompt to overwrite the files. click YES as that is what is allowing the mods to exist

as u can see, i like pinning the data folder to the quick access so i can just throw the generated folders in when i need to

and this is what ur mod folder should look like for bg3

ok yeah thats all i got hopefully this makes sense or is helpful lmk if theres anything i missed