#and tagging this last one to be annoying:

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

Friendly reminder to all "Reader-Insert" writers

It is no longer a Reader-Insert if there is an established appearance/name for the "reader" character.

It does not matter if you leave the appearance open for the readers to decide if you give the character a name. I don't know about you all but my name is not Katherine or Heather or Yumi or Betha-rina-belle. And vice versa, it does not matter if you leave the name up to the readers if you give the character a set appearance. Again, I don't know about you all but I don't have platinum blonde hair or sea foam green eyes and golden tan skin, nor am I 5'7.

If it is a commission for a specific reader, say that and don't call it a general Reader-insert because it's not. It is for one specific person and does not apply to the rest of us.

If the Reader Character needs a specific aspect for plot reasons, put that in the warnings so it's not a jump scare when it appears. Don't expect readers to just be cool with it to randomly be assigned a description/name. If the reader is meant to specifically be a canon character's sibling, tag what that entails if it's just a shared surname or if that comes with a set appearance as well. I cannot count the number of times (on both hands and feet) I have been reading and got surprised by a specific description or name for the Reader Character and immediately left the fic because I don't fw that.

If it is for a specific demographic of reader (ie, Black, Indian, Trans, Male, Female, or even Martian) state that where it can be seen and, if needed, filtered out. Put it in the tags, in the warnings, somewhere it can be seen and not in fine print. Do not presume that people have looked at your page's about me before reading one of your fics that they may have just found in the tags. They will not know that all of the fics you write are for a certain demographic, so you need to properly tag your posts and properly list the warnings.

Last but most certainly not least, please do not over-tag and incorrectly tag your fics. I understand that you want your fic to reach a wider audience but you'll be more likely to just annoy readers that way. If it is specifically cisfem reader, don't tag it as gn or male. If it is any specific gendered reader do not tag gn. If it is decidedly a set character with a set name and/or appearance do not tag it as X Reader.

Yes, I will be tagging this with X Reader tags solely so that the people who need to learn this will see it. Whether that is because you are intentionally mistagging or because you genuinely don't know this. I have seen many different posts from many different people speak about this and say when they encounter this issues they immediately bail on the fic and some even block the creator because they are misusing the tagging system.

[thetadispatcher]

Nines studied the man a moment, even the lack of change in the other's expression was usable information for him in figuring out Bishop's motive. He wasn't shocked when he came to the conclusion the man was trying to get him to react for his own amusement, it seemed to be something a lot of humans tried to do.

Sure, some actually had good intentions behind it, but he found mainly he had to deal with the ones who made it their goal to see if they could piss him off. Unfortunately for Gavin, Nines enjoyed how his lack of reaction made the man rage so easily, it made basically having to babysit a grown man worth it.

"I know how to tell if a sibling murdered the other or not, possible motives, and how to get information out of them. Not how to act like one as that is not useful to solving a case." He had no need to understand sibling relationships beyond what was necessary to solve a case.

"Of course, our batteries can last way longer then a human's life span. And they may grow tired of the issue before then." Hugh responded with a nod, he had a feeling the problem would likely be forgotten quickly as there were more important issues surrounding android rights to deal with. And wasting time on a bunch of military units that weren't causing issues would be ridiculous.

Kelvin arrived after a few minutes, catching SIxty's attention as the other unit started to help him pack the boxes without acknowledging him. Sixty frowned a bit, showing he really didn't much care for Kelvin likely due to how the android seemed to ignore his existence to focus on his given task.

Sixty would rather talk to the other units, and with Kelvin he couldn't do that or get much of any feedback from him, something that annoyed him. But he never got physically upset with the other android as he understood it wasn't something Kelvin had any control over.

Strasky glanced at the new android, noting his odd clothes and the tactical vest that had a name tag attached to the front. He stopped himself from greeting the android as he noticed the blue cracks around his ear canal, which he felt meant he likely wouldn't be able to hear him.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Rook." Ellis said with a smile and a nod, glancing at Dan as the PL600 walked away to go speak with some of the construction units. He knew Dan could tell they'd do fine without him standing around as they were talking about a shared interest.

"Part of the Jet Grind Radio series. Yep, I've heard of it." He confirmed with a nod. "Hideki Naganuma does good music, very good. He did a song for Lethal League Blaze too, nothin' for the original Lethal League game." He noted, sure a game about hitting a ball back and forth probably wasn't exciting to some, but at least it had a good sound track to listen to.

"I haven't played Jet Set Radio yet, but it is on my list." Ellis slid the jack he was resting on under the nearby vehicle to start jacking it up, feeling he should work and talk at the same time.

"Right now, Pete an' I are doin' Hollow Knight together. For a game about bugs it's got a very good story, an' very interestin' boss fights." He felt Peter's poor explanation of the game might've made it far more interesting to him then it might normally be, but he was okay with that.

That brief show of emotion was met with the same look as before, as Bishop made sure to guard himself at the same time. That was subtle, he had to admit that. Perhaps Cyberlife had managed to create something worth the while.

"I suppose that's a limited sample. Although I would expect someone designed to do detective work would be provided with a deeper understanding of this sort of behavior."

Just because he personally chose not to act like a human being most of the time, it didn't mean he didn't understand how they acted. Then again, that might have just been another jab.

He looked back to his cards, "As they do. You can at least trust in the debate taking so long to get to a point that you might outlive the people involved."

That was what he did anyway.

"Ah, that works." Rook pulled out her phone, "Did you catch that, Willow?"

"Of course." Willow was already on the lookout. A rushing android should be hard to miss.

"Sorry about that. It's better to keep our guards up with Bishop around."

Then again they hadn't heard from the agent in a while. Rook followed Dan all the way to the garage. She didn't know what to expect, but it looked like the construction units looked friendly enough.

"Well, you should probably mention that hole in the wall you made." That seemed like something that should concern these androids.

While she was expecting to spot a familiar face, she could have never guessed who it actually was.

"Yeah, I'm new around here. I'm Rook, nice to meet you!" she replied with a smile, "Okay, that's good to know. I haven't played that game but I like Jet Set Radio. Do you know that one?"

[cherrycheolkat]

• no blueberries, feat. mingyu, pt. 1 •

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pairing: kim mingyu x f!reader

mentioned: seungcheol, joshua, vernon, christian yu (dpr ian in part ii)

word count: 4.1K

genre: fake dating, college au, college student!mingyu, college student!reader, fluff, f2l, idiots, idiots in love, angst, pining, denial of feelings, etsablished friendship (reader & ian)

summary: mingyu was just your lab partner and study buddy for several semesters, but lately things seem to have changed, and maybe everyone else has noticed, but for the most part, neither of you even think about what you are to one another until mingyu asks you to be his 'fake' date for a long weekend trip so he can avoid an ex, the biggest problem is realizing that there's nothing fake about your relationship but when mingyu won't even talk about what you are to each other, you start to think things might be over before they even really start

warnings: explicit language, mentions of anxiety, sexually suggestive situations, drinking, established open relationship

a/n: they are literally idiots in love but they're so dumb they almost don't deserve a happy ending - i am screaming at them ;-; ooof writing part ii...and well, i need to update this with additional characters...oops (if you don't know - i am not a planning writing - i just go where the characters take me - they get their shit together - trust the process) besides it's named for a dpr ian song anyway, might as well include him for his dilf status and the accent

xx kat

[part ii]

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“please, y/n,” he was definitely begging now. 

she rolled her eyes, “dude, she’s your ex - you’re over her, just go and be normal, okay?” she was a bit annoyed at this point because he was over her, wasn't he, she wondered.

he whined softly, “seriously, just come with me, pretend you’re into me for like four days - i can’t deal with her, you know, alone,” she watched him stare at his textbook, looking fully embarrassed. 

she blinked quickly wondering how she was the friend being enlisted for this - to her they were mainly lab partners and study buddies. she had no clue how he had decided they were close enough to even bring this idea up. but she did feel bad. even as lab partners, she knew his ex was genuinely horrible, as in her entire personality was “gaslight, gate keep, girl boss” - as though those were positive things no less. 

she sighed, “i thought it was kind of a couples thing? since almost everyone is part of a couple,” she trailed off. 

he nodded, “yeah, it is, but she’s going alone - she told someone her whole goal is to fuck me one more time,” he mumbled the last part, blushing hard, “apparently, she ‘misses’ that,” he rolled his eyes, looking miserable. 

even she was shocked to hear that. it was certainly a new low. 

“that’s - that’s really shitty,” she sighed, not knowing what else to say. 

she watched him nod, still staring at his textbook, thumbing the edges of the page. she bit her lip gently, “can i think about it for a bit?”

he nodded, glancing up at her. she couldn’t help but notice how glossy his eyes looked - she worried he was on the verge of crying. she wasn’t equipped to deal with a crying mingyu. happy? sure. drunk? yes. whiny and ridiculous? no problem. 

but to see him on the verge of tearing up because he was worried or stressed or whatever, that was beyond her friendship scope. but to be fair, fake dating probably was too. even if she knew some people did mistake them for a couple. that really wasn’t the point.

the point was the longer they sat there fake studying, she knew what she was going to do. she couldn’t sit back while he went off to a terrible trip to the lake where he might be the target of his ex’s sexcapades. she knew he hadn’t dated since her, which would just be a point againts him - she could easily imagine, ‘oh baby, you haven’t even tried since me?’ - gross, she thought. besides, if he were gone for the break, she wasn’t really sure what she would do anyway. 

the standard was for them to study friday afternoon, and then they would usually met up at a party or something and would duck out for food when either of them got bored and go back to y/n's to watch tv and pass out. saturday was fairly similar, but sunday was more like study, and then they kind of always ordered food and watched tv or something. sometimes he slept on the couch - something her roommate would roll her eyes at whenever possible, espeically since ‘sometimes’ seemed to translate to almost every sunday. 

she had finally told him to just bring clothes so he would't be late for monday morning practices anymore. her roommate had wondered loudly why mingyu didn't just move into y/n's room and get a tiny corner of the closet already. she had ignored that unnecessary commentary. 

she groaned inwardly, “okay, fine - i’ll go with you, but you owe me,” you whispered. 

he glanced up, “really?”

she ignored that he sounded a little too happy and nodded, “yes, if it means you can avoid her insanity for the long weekend,” she tried to feel confident about the decision. 

luckily, she knew there was nothing between them. they’re only lab partners and maybe friends, at best, she tried to assure herself and ignore every other thought she had. 

⋆˙⟡

she truly hated packing for anything, and this trip was no exception. the only slight difference was mingyu hanging out on her bed while she packed this time. she wasn’t sure if he was nervous or what, but he kept shifting around on her bed - it reminded her of a puppy rolling around in the hope that someone would rub its stomach. she tried not to laugh at the mental image of him rolling around in search of belly rubs. instead, she tried to focus on what to pack. 

it was still warm enough to go swimming, despite the fact that it was ‘fall’ break, so she tried to decide on swimsuits. ultimately, she just packed them all - they were basically underwear anyway, she reasoned. 

“are we sharing a room?”

“yeah, you know, since we’re together and ‘finally admitting it’ - is that really what jeonghan said?” he asked. he had been annoyed about that response for at least two hours. 

“i literally showed you his text,” she mumbled as she hunted for friends-who-are-fake-dating appropriate sleepwear, aka her most oversized tshirts, sleep shorts that were as un-sexy as possible, and a few sweatshirts in case it was cold.

he sighed, “okay, but that’s such a flippant answer,” he complained. 

she snorted, “‘flippant’?”

“yes!”

she grinned, wondering when he started using words like ‘flippant’ in normal conversations. mingyu was one of those guys who she hadn’t taken seriously when she first met him - he was fun at parties, but when he wanted to study together, she had been seriously skeptical. but then she saw their first exam grades post and realized how well he had ranked. she had wondered if it was just his personality or if he actively worked to hide the fact that he was that smart. 

it hadn’t really mattered though since they had been studying together since then. something she distinctly remembered being an issue for his ex - katie had genuinely hated y/n and wasn’t quiet about it. it was maybe the only time she had seen mingyu fully lose his mind over something - she had never heard the words ‘get fucked’ said quiet so intensely, especially since that they were sitting in the library at the time. 

she sighed, “don’t you think it might be a little obvious for us to show up together?”

“not really - she always said we had some weird thing, so why not let her be right,” his voice was concerningly normal. 

she had been thinking about the fact that it was kind of a petty move. actually, there were loads of reasons she could think of for not going, including almost every scenario from a horror movie - she was not discounting serial killers in masks waiting in the woods. but her main concern was being confronted by katie - it just felt like a needlessly stressful way to spend her fall break.

“okay, but i mean, you couldn’t think of anyone else?"

he sighed, “like who? i hang out with you, i go out with you - you make sense,” his voice was soft, but he still sounded just a little disappointed that she was asking him…again. 

she rolled her eyes, “we could just hang out like normal and avoid this.”

she glanced at him, watching him mull over what she had said and not for the first time either. to be fair, her anxiety was only growing. she left him to go pretend to be discerning about how much of her skincare she was packing, even though she was blindly grabbing everything from her counter. when she walked back into her room, he was sitting up.

“even if she’s there, the trip is just to have fun and not be on campus - you know, a break at joshua’s nice lake house,” he didn’t look at her as he explained. 

she stared for a moment and turned back to her already exploding suitcase, “you only asked me because of her,” she felt like it was very obvious why she was going, but she heard him mumble something, which she ignored. instead, she violently jammed her clothes and toiletries into her bag. 

she absolutely hated that knowing katie would be there made her feel a tiny bit competitive - she had purposefully picked all of her smallest swimsuits - she had even gone to get waxed for this, something she definitely would never admit to anyone. she had even dragged out her status luggage bag - the one her step-mom had given her two christmases ago that made her cringe. there was also the little, tiny mean voice in the back of her mind that had always thought katie had never been good enough for mingyu anyway - she wasn’t especially cute, and her voice drove y/n up the walls - not to mention she was kind of dumb and objectively sucked at beer pong. y/n would also never admit that she used to play them on purpose just to beat them because she was good at beer pong. 

she jumped when mingyu touched her arm, “fuck, what?” 

she hadn’t even noticed that he was lying on his side, watching her jam everything into her bag.

“you don’t have to go,” he whispered. 

she swooped all of her hair off her shoulders in annoyance, mostly because there was something about the way he whispered, with this weird tenderness, that made her feel way too quivery. it wasn’t fair because she knew she never affected him like that. she just shook her head. she was totally fine with everything. plus, she didn’t believe him for a moment that she could just stay. she knew in her gut that she had moved something in their friendship past a boundary that she hadn’t even noticed, and now, she couldn’t just take it back without suffering the consequences. 

⋆˙⟡

she was glad she was driving. she could at least focus on the road, plus they were the ones tasked with stopping at the liquor store, so she only had to deal with mingyu and seungcheol - she only wondered briefly why no one cared that seungcheol was solo for the long weekend. actually, it only annoyed her slightly that mingyu had left that fact out - she knew he could have spent the entire break with seungcheol, no problem, which only made her wonder why he really asked her. worse was her wondering why it seemed to matter that mingyu sounded disappointed at the idea of her not going, accepting but unhappy - not like he had been when she said ‘yes’. 

she walked through the store, mainly looking for the things she wanted. her ideal party weekend was starting her day off with something bubbly and moving on to liquor by lunch. she wasn’t really paying attention to the cases of beer, tequila, and vodka mingyu and seungcheol were collecting. instead, she was in line to pay for her stuff and some edible gummy candies she noticed last minute - she grabbed several of those. she could’ve kicked herself for not asking her roommate’s girlfriend for some weed before she left. she waited next to her car for them to come out, answering a few texts. she ignored the ones from mingyu. she couldn’t help that she was from a family of people who completely avoided their emotions, plus she could see the message preview - it wasn’t anything life-changing. 

when they came out, she wasn’t super shocked by the very full cart or the fact that they practically filled the back of her suv - they had to move their bags into the seat with seungcheol. it was like half the soccer team, their girlfriends, and friends for five nights, after all. the team wasn’t known for holding back at any of their parties - the rule was ‘no empties.’ she could only hope that the people getting food were grabbing enough to balance everything out. 

the rest of the drive was uneventful. it was pretty though - even if it still looked like summer and not a bit like fall. 

the house was a massive hunk of glass overlooking the lake. everything was very modern and sleek inside. she had been imagining something a little more cozy, less brutal. but that didn’t really matter, especially when they started divvying up the rooms - she and mingyu had a room that shared a bathroom with seungcheol’s room. and it hit her immediatly, mingyu was staying in seungcheol’s room. she wasn’t sure why it annoyed her, but it did, especially when she planned to be sharing a room with him. 

she starfished out on the bed - her bed - and decided she would probably go home the next day. there was literally no reason for her to be here, and there probably never had been. also, sharing the bathroom with two whole ass guys just sounded miserable. she sat up after a few moments of moping, remembering the edibles she had - she ate three and dropped back onto the bed. she wasn’t planning on coming out of her room. mingyu could get fucked, she decided. 

it was seungcheol who was leaning over when she woke up with a yelp, “what the fuck?” her heart was pounding. 

he laughed, “sorry, mingyu wondered if you were okay, so i came to check,” he raised an eyebrow, “you seem alive, though,” he concluded.

she rolled her eyes, “thanks for the astute diagnosis, dr. choi,” she murmured and fell back onto the bed.

he laughed, “seriously though, you good?”

she exhaled loudly, “is he like standing in the bathroom or something?”

seungcheol shook his head.

“liar,” she groaned and rolled over, “i’m going home in the morning, so he can stop feeling whatever way he’s feeling.”

seungcheol looked surprised, “you’re just heading back? isn’t this like the first time you’ve like been somewhere together?”

she shrugged, “and?” your annoyance was definitely coming through, loud and clear.

seungcheol nodded, “right, you two have weird vibes, but look, i need him out of my room - my date is here, and i actually want to spend time with her.”

she could only roll her eyes, “so four people and one bathroom - this is only getting better,” she sighed, “i should just go home now.”

seungcheol shrugged, “whatever, just say it’s okay for him to come in here, so he stops whining in my room - it’s seriously killing my mood.”

“okay, whatever, i don’t care.” 

this was truly going downhill as far as she was concerned. and why would mingyu be whining to seungcheol anyway, she wondered. she heard him come into the room, but she didn’t move. even when he sat on the bed, she stayed still. 

“are you really leaving?”

she pressed her lips together, thinking, “probably not, but seriously, why did you even ask me?” 

she had maybe run out of whatever annoyance she had felt before at being woken up out of nowhere, plus her edibles were wearing off. she sat up so she was next to him, “just tell me what this is - like i’m a buffer, right? but you didn’t tell anyone that i was just coming along, you told them we’re dating, and that comes with like expectations,” she trailed off. 

“since when do you care about expectations?”

she wondered if smacking him would be too strong of a reaction. 

this was all such a bad idea. she was going to have a shit weekend and probably lose her friend in the process. 

⋆˙⟡

the rest of the night was uneventful, with everyone filtering in and no one eating at the same time. she grabbed food and something to drink and mostly avoided conversation, especially if it had to do with her and mingyu. 

she also decided if she pretended this was like a retreat, she could just focus on swimming and hiking since, according to her phone, there were some great trails around. and obeying her fake retreat rules, she grabbed some extra water and headed to bed early - she needed to sleep if she was going to go for a sunrise swim. she was glad that she brought a sleep mask and ear plugs.

her only problem was mingyu’s texts. he hadn’t answered her question about why he asked her or explained why he went nuclear and told everyone they were dating. she had thoughts on what was going on, but she was as bad as he was. even lying in bed, in her not sexy at all clothes, her brain was in overdrive thinking about him in ways she didn’t want to be, especially since her phone kept going off. she knew he was thinking about her, even if it was this pretend, fake way - it didn’t matter. she pulled her pillow over her head to try to drown out the telltale buzzing. she refused to check her phone. 

even when she finally heard the sounds of people going to bed. she cringed at the idea of seungcheol fucking. her gut reaction was that man would be loud. 

she heard the footsteps outside their door, “come on mingyu - baby, just come to my room - you know you want to,” she sat up, knowing the voice immediately. 

“no, i told you i’m not” — she heard the sudden wet sounds of a kiss.

“fuck, katie, stop - what are you not hearing?” she could hear the edge in his voice. 

she sighed, she was technically there to help him avoid this kind of thing. she got out of bed and pulled off her sleep shorts, so she was clearly down to just her panties and tshirt, and tossed her sleep mask. 

she walked to the door and opened it slowly, “gyu?” she made sure sleep was thick in her voice, as she pouted up at him adn tugged his shirt sleeve, “come to bed,” she whispered, biting her lower lip gently. 

she didn’t even look at katie, just him.

he looked at her, “hey, baby,” he didn’t miss a beat, pulling away from katie as fast as he could and walking into their room after her, closing and locking the door. 

she walked back over to the bed and flopped back onto the soft mattress, “helpful enough?” she asked. 

the low light from outside was enough for her to see him nod, “sorry we woke you up,” his voice was soft. 

she shook her head, “it’s fine, just come to bed - i want to swim in the morning,” she was already happily back under the duvet. 

he was gone long enough for her to doze, but she opened her eyes when she heard him, “do you literally mean come to bed?”

she turned over and threw the covers back and patted the spot next to her. he still looked uncertain. she sighed and moved so she was on her knees - she grabbed his hand, ���how much more of an invitation do you need?”

“you didn’t even check my messages,” his voice was so small - he sounded hurt. 

she tried to find some answer in the way he was looking at her. but there was nothing besides the fact that she had hurt his feelings. ignoring him was the only thing she knew genuinely drove him nuts - he had told her when they were strictly lab partners how much he hated it - how much it annoyed him. she rarely ignored him. but she had tonight, mainly because her own thoughts were kind of fucked, seeing his stream of conciousness texts would have made it worse.

“so let me apologize,” she whispered, pulling his hand gently - it wasn’t lost on her that he was just in his underwear. 

he let her pull him into bed, and she straddled him, reaching down to smooth his hair back from his face, “what hurts, baby?” 

he touched his lips - she nodded, leaning down to kiss him softly. she held his jaw gently and kissed him slowly. she moaned faintly when she felt his hands ghost along her lower back and under her shirt. his hands were so warm, she shivered. she deepened their kiss, tracing her fingers through his hair as she did, loving how soft his hair was. they stayed that way, making out like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. even when she felt one of his hands slide down over the curve of her ass to trace his fingers under the hem of her panties, she didn’t break the kiss. she wasn’t worried about where his hands might wander. there were only so many things he could touch. 

when she finally pulled away to breathe, she still played with his hair, “so, tell me what we’re doing, mingyu - so we both know, please.”

she could feel his hands on the backs of her thighs - he squeezed her thighs lightly, “what we do every weekend, y/n,” his voice was low.

she bit her lip softly, thinking about the weekend before, letting all her memories bubble to the top. her favorite part was the way he had held her back against his chest, leaning down to kiss her while he fucked her from below. 

she shook her head gently, “just say it - tell me the way you told everyone else,” she murmured. 

she waited for anything besides silence before sitting up and shaking her head. she moved to her side of the bed. she didn’t understand how they had gone so fluidly from one thing to another without really talking about it at all. but then again, that was maybe exactly how it happened - they hadn’t called it anything - it was just what they did. and she hadn’t cared about what it was anymore than he had until he brought it up - until he told people what they were. but somehow, that was the fake part - actually calling it a relationship wasn’t real, even though they had clearly been more than friends or anything else for months. 

⋆˙⟡

she went to sleep purely for spite. and when she woke up with her alarm, she slipped out of bed, grabbed her swimsuit and went to change. it was when she walked out of the bathroom and by the bed that she felt him grab her hand gently, “are you really going out?”

she nodded, “yeah, why shouldn’t i do the stuff i want?”

“i didn’t say you shouldn’t,” he let go of her, sighing as he shifted around under the duvet. 

she didn’t repsond, instead, she just grabbed her stuff and went quietly through the house and out the back. she walked along the dock, pausing at the end for a moment before jumping into the cool waters. even when she surfaced, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. she floated, thinking about the fact that whatever they were was only nameless when they were alone. she laughed to herself. 

she got out when she started to feel chilly. she dried off and walked back to the house. she poked around the kitchen to find something for breakfast and some ice - she had kept her own drinks in their room, knowing they would be gone otherwise. 

she went back to their room, bypassing the bed in favor of going onto the balcony they had. she hadn’t looked at it the night before. she only went back in to grab a bottle of champagne. she popped the cork, not really caring that it wasn’t chilled yet. she sipped it before sticking the bottle in the ice she had gotten. she ate fruit and some leftover steak she had found in the fridge. she scrolled through her socials. 

a few of her friends had messaged to ask if she were really dating mingyu - her blanket response was easy, ‘no.’ 

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a/n: told you they are dumb af...trust the process, yes they're about to be messy af...but i only write happy endings

♡ kat

[part ii] [part iii - in progress]

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[preciosapascal]

Lazy mornings

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Words count: 1.3k

Rating: NSFW, +18, MDNI.

Tags: smut, no sarah, preoutbreak!joel, petnames, unprotected pinv, basically PWP, not proofread

A/N: alright so, I have like 7 pedro character drafts yet I knocked this one out in just over an hour. first time posting on here so pls let me know what you think!! i'm stuck on like ALL of my stories yet wrote this fast and i'm annoyed with myself but here we are ig. enjoy <3 also @berryispunk i said i'd tag you when i posted my first fic so here you go <33

Lazy mornings with Joel are your favourite. Most nights he gets home from work extremely tired from the day so he just showers, spoons you and falls asleep, murmuring into the back of your neck how he'll make it up to you in the morning, though you never expect him to. You're more than happy just to snuggle him and sleep too.

The best mornings are when he either isn't working till the afternoon, or isn't working at all that day. He wakes up first anyway, his body clock used to the early wake up and instantly presses little kisses to the side of your neck, his hands trailing up and down your side softly.

You stir, a sleepy smile on your face as you slowly wake up. "morning, baby." you say softly, stretching a little. "what time is it?"

He glances at the alarm clock next to his side of the bed. "eight." he mumbles, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and planting a couple more kisses there.

"You sleep alright?" he asks, his hand slipping under your shirt, teasing the skin of your hip.

"Mhm. Had a dream we were getting nasty in a jacuzzi." you laugh a little.

Joel raises an eyebrow. "A jacuzzi, huh?" he asks, jokingly. "Don't believe we've ever tried that one before." he chuckles gruffly, his hand slowly roaming across the bare skin on your stomach.

"I saw an ad on TV about one last night, must be what triggered it." you say, closing your eyes and his fingers roam your skin.

"Mm. Sounds like a good time..." He replies, pulling the hem of your t-shirt up and over your head. You shift up, making it easier for him to remove it completely.

"you think?" you ask softly, craning your neck to look at him behind you.

He hums in response, pressing kisses to your bare shoulder. "Could be fun." he murmurs again your skin between playful nips as he throws your shirt somewhere behind him.

He continues peppering kisses on your neck, shoulder and back, one hand running down your side, up your stomach and up to your chest to cup on of your tits and squeezing gently. He kisses behind your ear before inhaling your scent there.

You shiver, goosebumps erupting all down that side of your body, letting out a soft moan as his thumb brushes over your nipple, making you instinctively grind your ass into his crotch.

He goes back to kissing your neck and he hand slips from your breast down to your mound, fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties.

His index and middle fingers run over your folds, a featherlight and teasing touch that he knows will drive you crazy. "Fuck, you're already soaked." he rasps against the shell of your ear, eyes locked on his hand between your legs.

"mhm." you sound, voice wavering as his fingers gather your slick that's pooled at your entrance before running them up and rubbing circles on your clit.

You let out a soft moan, hooking your leg backwards over his, opening yourself up a little more for him.

His fingers slide down to your soaked hole once more and he dips his fingers in, making you curse softly. He lets out a moan of his own, grinding his hard cock against your ass. "you want it, baby?"

"yeah...need you." you almost whine, needing more than what he's giving you as you reach behind you, attempting to pull his boxers down.

He hisses as your nails run over his hip bone, making his cock twitch. He impatiently pulls his boxers down to his knees then pulls your panties down your thighs with one hand.

"you ready for me, baby?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his voice, despite his own heavy breathing and yet knowing you're more than ready for him by now.

You whine a response, shifting against his hard length. He hooks a hand under your left knee, opening you up to him before he prods your entrance with his fat cock, making you both moan.

He slips inside you slowly, burying his face in your neck again, his facial hair feeling scratchy against the soft skin of your neck.

"you feel so fucking good." he mumbles, pulling out almost completely before pushing all the way in again. "squeeze me baby...that's it, just like that.." he groans as you tense around him, your breathing picking up.

He soon changes up the slow pace, moving his hips against yours faster and harder now, hitting that spongey spot inside your cunt over and over again, making you unable to form a coherent sentence.

"baby...mmfuck." you whimper, the heat building in your stomach with each snap of his hips.

His free arm slips under your neck, his hand tilting your head back so he can see the blissed out look on your face.

His jaw ticks as he looks at you, your eyes squeezed shut, mouth slightly open and little moans and curses spilling from your pretty lips.

His eyes dart between your expression and where your bodies meet, watching his cock disappear in and out of you.

"So..fucking..hot." he thrusts harder with each word before catching your lips with his. You whimper against his lips, happily taking his tongue into your mouth and moving your own against it.

The hand of the arm that's around your neck reaches down to cup one of your tits again as he continues rutting into you. Every sound coming from you drives him further, making him move against you more desperately.

"tell me baby, tell me how- oh fuck - how good it feels." he rasps, teeth grazing your jaw.

"so fucking good baby...m'getting so close." you say between stuttered gasps.

His hand moves from holding your leg up back down to your clit, rubbing tight circles over your swollen bud. The added sensation brings you even closer.

"Yesyesyes." you cry out, grasping his free hand with your own as your cunt clamps down on him like a velvet vice.

His hips stutter and he pants in your ear. "That's it, darlin'. you gonna come for me, yeah?"

You moan in response, leaning your head back against him. "Come on, pretty girl." he encourages, his fingers moving a little faster against you now and his cock still at the same perfect pace.

"fuck...gonna come." you manage to cry out, still clinging onto his hand.

"tha's it, baby, c'mon now..." he murmurs against your neck as he himself is right on the edge with you.

His words are enough to finally send you over the edge. Your back arches off of his front as waves pleasure ripple through your entire body and a string of moans escape you.

Joel grunts and curses as his orgasm hits him, painting your walls with hot ropes of come as his fingers don't let up on your clit, whispering breathless words in your ear about how perfect you are and how fucking beautiful you look when you come, between kisses on your cheek, jaw and neck.

His fingers slow, bringing you down gently as you come down from your high. He slowly withdraws from inside you, breathing in sharply as he does.

His hand moves from your spent, sensitive mound to your hip, tracing circles with his thumb.

After a few moments of comfortable silence and waiting for your breathing to regulate, you turn so you chest is now against his. He wraps his arms round you and kisses the top of your head. He shifts a little and winces.

"you okay, baby?" you ask him, running a hand up and down his back.

"yeah, just my back hurts a little after work. i'll be alright, though." he sighs softly. You hum, still rubbing his back and then you look up at him.

"maybe we should go to a spa or something. could get a proper professional massage, y'know?" you suggest, kissing his chin.

"hm. I like massages from you, though." he murmurs, brushing some hair out of your face.

"yeah, but guess what they have that we don't?" you say, unable to hide a smile. He raises an eyebrow in amusement, silently urging you to continue.

"A jacuzzi." you reply, with a shit-eating grin on your face.

[florencebirdsong]

Could I request Agatha + Rio + Deaf!Fem reader?? I was thinking of possibly they learned how to say I love you or something meaningful to sign to Reader..or something along the line of them being protective of reader on their date because people are quick to judge reader because she is loud without realizing it..

( I would like to say that I am a irl deaf person myself so I would love this!!)

Yes, I can! I only know super basic Auslan. Like the stuff you’re encouraged to learn in multiple languages (hi, how are you, I’m good, finger spelling, where’s the bathroom, I love you, help, hospital, etc) and I don’t know which sign language you use so I’ve kept the actual sign language descriptions vague. I hope that’s okay :) Please enjoy!

Valentine’s Day Event 2025

Tags: annoying man, small moment insecurity, ficlet

Authors note: sorry the bickering isn’t actually written at the start. I’m trying to keep these as ficlets and those two could go for pages

You watch fondly as Agatha and Rio’s hands fly as they sign. Their bickering-like banter easily picking up your mood. The start of the year has been rough but tonight is just what you need. A romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant that you’re going to leave far too early to go and find something much more unhealthy to eat.

A particularly witty response from Rio has you snort a laugh. Agatha quips back just as fast and you laugh freely. She winks at you before turning a smug look on Rio, who would look annoyed if it weren’t for the smile tilting the edge of her mouth.

Both of their faces drop at the same time and it takes you a moment longer to realise a man has stopped by your table and interrupted you all. He looks agitated, his gestures sharp and his features hard. He’s on the other side of the table from you and clearly only addressing your two girlfriends. You can’t tell what he’s upset about and you watch Agatha and Rio for any indication of this becoming a serious altercation. Relaxing when they only look slightly madder than usual, you wonder what the man is talking about. They both seem more pissed off than their usual reaction to being hit on by a man, even when being interrupted during a special dinner. But it is Valentine’s Day. Surely the man has some clue?

They continue to sign when they respond to him but you still can’t glean what exactly this is about. Only that they seem to be about to chew him out.

“No one asked,” Agatha snaps, her hand movements short and sharp.

You tap the table to get Rio’s attention. The dark look means she needs to be distracted. Agatha may be vindictive but Rio is merciless.

“What’s happening?” you sign.

“He thinks we’re being too loud,” she signs back. “Like he hasn’t been bellowing for the last half hour.”

Your eyebrows furrow, suddenly self-conscious. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt badly about being too loud, but for it to be bad enough for someone to try and interrupt a romantic dinner…

Rio taps the table within sight of your dropped gaze. You reluctantly look up.

“He’s been shouting half the night,” she reminds you. “It’s not your fault. Don’t apologise,” she adds pointedly.

Your eyes flick to Agatha, whose disgusted scowl is directed at the man’s retreating back. She notices your gaze and her face immediately softens.

“You know the study, dear,” she signs. “Women speak up slightly more and men think they’re dominating the conversation. I’m sure it’s the same for volume.”

You nod, hesitantly. Knowing you aren’t likely to stop thinking about it without a distraction, Rio stands up suddenly.

“I want cheap chocolate in stupid shapes,” Rio declares.

Agatha doesn’t take any more prompting. She picks the napkin from her lap and flings it onto the table. Rio holds her hand out to help you out of the chair. You all have finished eating and you haven’t even glanced at the dessert menu yet so you don’t feel too badly about taking Rio’s hand.

“Such a gentleman,” you sign after she helps slip your coat on.

Agatha steps closer to you both and signs without shame, 

“I doubt you’ll be saying that once she has you in bed.”

“Nope,” Rio agrees with a sharp smile. “But chocolate first.”

You don’t even glance at the man on your way out.

[averagepossumenjoyer]

"Tag nine people you want to get to know better" thing. (I'm not against such things, on the contrary, I would like more of them, I don't know, for some reason I've been very sociable lately.)

Tagged by: @macaron-jester

Favorite Color: Purple. It's always been purple. Idk why.

Currently Reading: "Five books of the lives, heroic deeds and sayings of Gargantua and his son Pantagruel". We are currently studying medieval literature in lectures, and I decided to start with this one from the whole list. But I like it and I didn't regret this decision at all. I think I'm going to be obsessed with medieval literature in the near future anyway, I think I'm going to be too interested in this topic the more I start studying it.

Last Song: Hush -- Deep Purple. It's been about an hour since I listened that song on my playlist, lol.

Last Movie: I watched a lot of movies during the holidays, but I remember that the last ones were "The Mask" and "Shrek the Third".

Last Series: Honestly, I'm not a fan of series just because I'm too lazy to watch them, although sometimes I really want to. But at the same time, I've often felt gusts of nostalgia lately and I've been watching some animated series because of the memories and the fact that they sometimes inspire me. "Adventure Time" was one of them.

Sweet, Savoury, Spicy: Sweet things can't be without savoury things, just as savoury things can't be without sweet things. They are complete opposites, but at the same time they exist in harmony. I can't choose one thing, I need this damn balance every day, sorry.

Craving: I usually don't eat for half a day, so when I get home, I'm ready to eat anything. But sometimes I think about cinnamon bun, garlic bread, or ciabatta. Or schnitzel with pickled cucumbers. Or about cranberries in sugar. I'm not picky about food.

Tea/Coffee: Once upon a time, I couldn't live without tea. Now I can't live without coffee.

Currently working on: That's where the fun begins. A comic that I plan to release either on October 31st or November 24th (I even thought about rescheduling it to December.). It's actually a long story, because I want to do it probably from 2021 or 2022, (I even have some kind of storyboard of some moments from then and one concept art or something like that. Actually, that's not all, there are more such things, it's just what I have access to now) but then I lacked the skills, 2023 was a big shock and disappointment for me, which caused me to be in a kind of stagnation for a long time, and in 2024 I may have recovered from that year, but I was just exhausted. I think this year I will finally create what I wanted and I will have to start in the near future to make it.

I'm currently making concepts for the main characters, and so far 3/8 of the main and minor ones are coming out. There are a lot more secondary characters as well as the main ones, but I can't show some of them in the way I would like. I can't post the finished part now because I want to show them all together.

Sometimes I open FL Studio, but for this I definitely need to catch the moment when some annoying melody starts playing in my head. A couple of days ago, I didn't have time to save that kind of the melody. But maybe I'll recreate it someday if I remember. I used to have a guitar and I could play the first half of "Killer Queen" before the chorus according to some tutorial. Basically, I'm just drawing, rather than doing music thing.

Beware of this, y'all, more than half of my subscribers! But I'm not insisting, I'm just suggesting.

@flowuraa @c00kietin @artsandstoriesandstuff @bvannn @owlthatnestslow @hyperiinked @lavendercheesecake @ridiculouslyaverageguy @tobyfoxfacts

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @indrid-hot - thanks a bunch!

Favorite Color: A nice, warm, sunny orange - but also honestly most other colors of the rainbow and then some.

Currently Reading: The Tevinter Nights Dragon Age short story collection.

Last Song: L'appuntamento - Ornella Vanoni

Last Movie: Ah, gosh. HM. I haven't watched anything that's not a TV show in a while. I semi-voluntarily caught the last fifteen minutes of Scrooged over the winter holidays I guess?

Last Series: Last series I watched any part of is, as always, "Emergency!" because I will never not be stuck in 70's paramedic hell. If we're talking new-to-me shows, a friend's making me watch Grey's Anatomy (early seasons) once a week, probably because observing my growing despair about the characters' poor life choices is fun. I don't even normally watch medical shows, and yet here we are lol

Sweet, Savoury, Spicy: Savory if I had to pick

Craving: Some good spaghetti with olive oil and obscene amounts of lightly toasted garlic.

Tea/Coffee: Yes please, lol

Currently working on: OH BOY WHAT A QUESTION.

Spinning: Gotland on my spindles (4-ply, one single per spindle, for funsies - except I accidentally mixed up which bits of fiber go with which single on which spindle, so that'll be fun to sort out...), 7oz/200g of red Merino on the wheel (for a crochet hat, followed by 9.5 oz of red and black Merino for a woven scarf). But also 24.5oz/700g of grey Merino. And cotton on the supported spindle. And I've got some laceweight viscose on the mini turkish spindle that I should really work on...

Crocheting: Half a dozen things, including a lacy collar that needs buttons and blocking, a gigantic star-shaped wrap-around shawl, an incredibly boring granny square top for my little sister, and too many others to count.

Art: The Emergency! tarot as the eternal never-ending WIP; I also have some Dragon Age Veilguard related plans revolving around the Grand Necropolis and irl Catacomb Saints and I'd love to get some DA-style tarot cards done for all my player characters.

Writing: I still have a couple unfinished fanfics that need another chapter, as well as two deeply self-indulgent OC/Emergency! crossovers that friends are making me write, and I also have some Dragon Age stuff in the works - though if anyone will ever see that is another question entirely.

Music: Practicing various stuff for LARP; also slowly chipping away at Hozier's Work Song because my partner asked nicely.

With no pressure, I will tag: @geminyde, @caseyscraftycorner, @swords-n-spindles, @alpacazappa, @rosesonneptune, @rose-of-pollux, @zooarchaeologyatdinner, @kalikatze aaaaand I can't decide on a 9th person to tag so whoever wants to do this: You're It!

[missmotel6]

The Student Sweetheart

Pairings: Ian Malcolm x reader

Summary: Will something happen with that stupidly dreamy professor you’ve been crushing on, and- let’s be honest, also hating on? Maybe a night out with him outside of school is all it takes.

Warnings: Age gap. Dirty thoughts. Light touching. No smut in this chapter, however, in future parts there will be! 18+ still recommended!

The auditorium was dark. You had begun to drift off as soon as Dr. Ian Malcolm turned off the lights to start his lecture. He was going on and on again about the Chaos Theory before somehow ending up talking about his third divorce. A quiet yawn escapes you. Jesus, you’re exhausted. All because you decided to stay up to study for your literature exam you had earlier today. It probably wasn’t even worth it. The highest mark you’ve ever gotten on a test in that class was a high C. Now you’re dealing with the consequences of a late night by falling asleep during Professor Malcolm’s class. Truth be told, you only took this mathematics class because it’s not your typical math class (math has never been your strong suit), yet it still fulfills the math credits you need. Of course there was the other reason- you found Dr. Malcolm hot. At least you did.

Over the last few months you’ve grown to loathe him. At first it was exciting being in his class, you guys actually had a few flirty encounters. You still remember when he placed his hand on your desk, leaning down just to say you have the most beautiful handwriting out of all his students. Or that time when Malcolm said your eyes always shine, even when the lights are low. One time as you were turning in a paper directly to him, your hands brushed for a few seconds longer than necessary which sent a wave of shivers down your spine. The last interaction like that was weeks ago when he winked at you upon correctly answering a difficult question that two of your other classmates couldn’t get.

Malcolm was just annoying now. The way he constantly licks his lips. How he sticks his hands in his pockets. All of his slutty deep v-neck cut shirts. He is a professor after all, he should dress like it. Not to mention the fact that he’s pushing 45, and he still thinks he’s this hot, hip college kid. In reality he’s an old nerd who just happens to be mildly attractive. Mildly.

You suddenly hear a warm familiar voice, “Miss Chaology.” The voice gets a bit louder, “Miss Chaology.” Your eyes jolt open, and you jump a little bit. Staring right at you from just a few feet away is no other than Dr. Malcolm. Almost instantly you become fully alert, remembering where you are. You roll your eyes at his stupid nickname for you.

During the first day of his class, Malcolm was, to no one’s surprise, going on about the infamous Chaos Theory. He had hoped that his students would want to converse with him as if we were fellow teachers of Chaology. Just entering the class, almost all of us knew very little on the subject Professor Malcolm was so passionate about. When he asked for your thoughts on the matter, you weren't even paying attention. Malcolm's bouncy raven dark curls, his tight black pants, and silver dog tag dangling from his glistening chest were too distracting. All you could manage to get out was that you are a fan of Chaology. Fucking stupid. What does that even mean? A fan of a theory? The only person who would be a fan of a theory is Malcolm- surely not a young college student. Your annoyingly hot professor then coined the name of Miss Chaology for you. It was cute at first. It was something special between the two of you. But now it just gets under your skin. Something about the way he says it is just so frustrating. Miss Chaology.

The auditorium, if you could even call it that, he taught in was one of the smallest at your university. Over the years less and less students have been taking his class. There were only ten rows, but only about two were fully occupied during your hour. The only benefit Malcolm could see from having barely any students was that he knew everyone in his classes. Suddenly, you hear his grating voice again, "Miss Chaology? Are you listening to me?"

As soon as he speaks you get pulled back from your thoughts. Your head turns to glare at him with an unintentional cute pout, “Yes?”

He looks down at you. “Care to summarize this lesson for us all?”

“I don’t care for that actually.” You cover your mouth as you softly yawn, and lean back in your seat.

“Is that so?" Malcolm starts to fiddle with one of his silver rings. "Something more interesting than me huh?”

You scoff, trying your best to not roll your eyes once more at his comment. “I think sleep does qualify as something more important than you.”

Professor Malcolm scoffs with a slight smile, looking down at the ground as he does so. He tucks his left hand into the front of his pants’ pocket, and returns your gaze. “I just hoped you learned something today, Miss Chaology.”

“I don’t need to know anymore about your divorces, thanks.”

Dr. Malcolm chuckles and shakes his head. “At least it’s more interesting than me rambling on about the Chaos Theory for the millionth time.”

“At least you’re self aware.”

Malcom can’t help but to laugh again, turning around as he does so. He glances at the clock on the wall. His hand lifts out of his pocket to point towards the ticking clock. “It seems I’ve kept you all about, uh, five minutes longer than needed. You may go. Have a wonderful evening.” He smiles softly before starting to walk back towards his desk which pisses you off. Smiling all sweetly when he was just annoying the fuck out of you? That's Dr. Malcolm for you.

“Oh!” He snaps his fingers, turning back around while calling your name. You're grabbing your bag to leave, but you look up at him. Your name rolls off his tongue so much better than Miss Chaology ever will. “You weren’t in class Monday, and I handed back everyone's latest essays.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder, and walk down the steps to Dr. Malcolm’s desk. “Is this the extinction essay that we turned in a month ago?”

Ian lets out a chortle, shaking his head as he begins to sort through his messy desk for your paper. “Yup, that’s the one.” He opens one of his drawers and pulls out a folder. “Hey, I’m old after all. You can’t, uh, expect me to get through hundreds of papers in a blink of an eye.”

As he goes through the essays he has stored in that folder, he occasionally licks his finger to help him go through the all the papers. You can't help but to stare at the motions. Why was something so simple as licking his finger so entrancing? Malcolm looks up at you, likely catching you staring. Your gaze moves to your feet as you awkwardly adjust your weight, now leaning on your left leg. “Yeah, but a month? I’d just say you’re lazy.”

“Maybe so, but can you blame me?” His fingers stop moving. A paper sticks through the folder about halfway. “Why weren’t you here Monday, sweetheart?" Malcolm finishes pulling out the paper. His giant hand covers nearly half of the page. "If there’s something more interesting than me I would want to know.”

A mix of a chuckle and a scoff escapes you. You hate that you love it when he calls you sweetheart. “Well, since this is an evening class, sometimes better opportunities come along. It was my friend’s birthday. We went out for a couple of drinks to celebrate.”

He continues looking at you through his dark glasses, still holding onto your paper. “How old are you anyways? One would hope you’re drinking legally.”

“It was my friend’s 21st which also happens to be my age.” You adjust your bag strap on your shoulder, and hold out your other hand. “Are you going to give me my paper, or are you going to make me beg for it?”

Your comment elicits a small laugh from Dr. Malcolm. “I suppose I’ve kept you waiting long enough.” He begins to hand over your paper. You grab your essay, although, he still has a firm grip on it. He leans in over his desk just a bit, his eyes meeting yours. “Although…” he licks his lips, “I wouldn’t mind if you begged.”

You try to fight back giggles. His words and appearance have a way of making you all flustered. A small smile creeps up on your lips. “Well, tough luck, Malcolm.”

Without breaking eye contact he lets go of your paper. You glance down and see that you received a 92%. A small smile appears on your face. Lately you've been getting a low B at best on your essays. As you look back up you see that he never stopped looking at you. "Thanks for the A."

"You deserved it." Malcolm’s lips are slightly parted with a small smirk. He takes a step back, retreating from you. “Well then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nod and smile politely. Your eyes are locked onto his. Malcolm’s glasses don’t allow you to fully see his dark hazel eyes, but he can see into your deep chocolatey ones with no barrier. “Actually, I’m going out again tonight. Me and two of my close friends were planning on going to that new dive bar that just opened up a minute away from campus. If I’m not too hungover 24 hours later, then I’ll be here.”

Malcolm’s smirk grows wider. “I see you're gonna let your wild side out, huh, sweetheart?” Keeping his eyes on you, he walks around to the side of his desk. He leans on it, and crosses his arms. Even though you’re not standing right next to him, his tall frame is prominent, easily shadowing you. “You know I was planning on checking that out too.” He brings one of his hands to his chin, and starts to scratch it as if he was deep in thought. “I was planning on going alone though. My, uh, fellow old professor friends aren’t too keen on clubbing.”

You scoff, “Okay, it’s not a club first of all, and secondly, then make new friends. I mean, Malcolm, are you really trying to tell me that you’re too much of a nerdy loser that you can’t find friends?”

He looks up at the ceiling chuckling. He loves your bluntness. How you call him Malcolm. “I am not a loser, sweetheart. I’m a well established professor at an outstanding university.” You softly chuckle, loving that he doesn’t deny that he’s a nerd. “And I could make friends. You know, if I actually went out and tried. I’m cooped up here or at home working. Grading your work.”

“Uh huh, I’ve had enough of your excuses. I’m going to stop at my apartment to change, and then I’m heading to that bar. I better see you there too. Socializing. Having fun. Not with your face stuffed in someone's assignment on the butterfly effect, or some other shit you keep talking about.”

Dr. Malcolm shakes his head and laughs. He's surprised you were awake enough to hear his brief lecture on the butterfly effect. “You really care that much about my social life?”

As you reply, you keep your tone playful, “I care about the amount of complaints I’m getting from you about how big of a friendless loser you are.” You tuck your essay in your bag before turning around, starting to head out. After a few steps up to the exit, you turn back to face him once more, still walking. “Who knows, you might find Mrs. Malcolm number four.” You hear a stifled laugh from behind you as you leave your professor’s small auditorium with a warm smile on your face.

The cool night air feels nice compared to Dr. Malcolm’s stuffy auditorium, and to your apartment with the broken AC. God, you really need to move to a better place. Your rundown apartment is barely doing its job. There’s not that many people out tonight. I guess it’s what should be expected on a Thursday. You’re only going out tonight instead of tomorrow because your friend Maren has a late evening class every Friday. When you stopped by your shitty apartment to change, you threw on a mini black dress. It’s one of your favorite pieces in your closet. The neckline highlights your chest. There’s even a small baby pink bow in the center. Now you’re doubting your wardrobe choices. Is this too suggestive for my professor to see me in? As you keep making your way to the dive bar, you fiddle with your silver heart locker around your neck. You glance down at your black ballet flats. At least the shoes are a somewhat classy choice. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to show up for sure.

After a few more minutes of walking, you reach the bar. You glance up, and read the light up sign. The Striped Shot. Interesting name choice. There’s a bouncer at the entrance, so you hand him your driver’s license. He glanced down at your card and up at you a couple times, probably doubting your age. You’re a college student for fuck’s sake. If you wanted to get a drink you could go to any campus party. Why go through the trouble of faking an ID? After what feels like forever, the bouncer hands you your license back, and you head inside.

It’s fairly crowded, although you don’t seem to recognize anyone from school. The majority of people are young, likely in college or freshly graduated, but there are a few older men scattered about. It's unsurprising considering that it’s an old fashioned dive bar right next to a university. Your eyes scan the crowd until you spot your friend, Camila, over by the bar. She waves you over. “Oh my god, you look hot.”

You giggle and take a seat next to her. “Thanks, babes.” You notice she’s already halfway through a drink. “What did you order?”

She takes a sip before responding. “A mango margarita. You want one?”

“I’m not a huge mango girl, but it sounds good. Can I have a taste?”

“Of course, girl.” She scoots the drink to you. You take a small sip, not wanting to take too much of the drink she paid for. The cold, sweet yet salty, fruity flavor floods your mouth. Very refreshing.

You slide the drink back to her. “It’s really good.”

“Right! I could drink this all day, every day.” She takes another sip, this one bigger than her last. “Oh, by the way, Maren isn’t coming because she has this big philosophy paper due tomorrow that she procrastinated.” Camila finishes off the last of her mango margarita before turning to you. “You’re totally going to hate me, but Jesse has work off tonight so he’s coming. He’ll be here in a minute or so.”

“Aw, Camila, I thought this was supposed to be girls night?” You sigh, disappointed that Maren isn’t coming and now Camila will probably just be hanging out with her boyfriend. You sigh, but then smile at her reassuringly. “It’s totally okay, girl. I get it, go hang out with you man!” You tap her thigh encouragingly still smiling, trying to fake your disappointment. You really do get wanting to spend time with your partner especially when it’s hard to in the first place. With Camila in premed, and Jesse also being a student along with having a full time job, they don’t get as much time together as they should.

“Ugh, I love you. Thank you.” You smile at her and nod. “Let me buy you a drink okay?” Camila waves down the bartender, and orders a strawberry daiquiri for a you.

“Thanks, Cami.”

“Always!” Camila’s gaze moves past you. She holds up a hand, waving, and stands up, “Jesse!” Camila looks back at you. “Are you sure if I hang out with Jesse for a bit?”

“Not at all. Go! Have fun!”

“Okay, okay. Thanks, you’re the best.” Camila starts to walk away before abruptly stopping. She crouches down a bit to meet your ear. “That one hot professor is here. The one who you’ve been complaining about lately.”

“What?” You quickly glance back, and see him in the entrance of the bar gauging his surroundings. He glances in your direction. You turn back quick, hoping that he didn’t see you look. While you only saw him for a spilt second, he was wearing the same black jeans and white low cut dress shirt from class today. The only difference was now he had on a black leather jacket.

“Okay, bye, babes.” Camila pats your shoulder, and walks off towards her boyfriend.

You turn your attention back to the bar where you’re sitting. The bartender hands you your drink, and you take a drink. You close your eyes, savoring the flavor. It’s even more refreshing than Camila's drink was. As the alcohol travels down your throat, you can feel it working to soothe some of your nerves about seeing Malcolm outside of class, especially now that you’re all alone.

“Strawberry?”

You jolt your head to the left. Where Camila was sitting is now occupied by Dr. Malcolm. “Um, yeah. Strawberry’s my favorite.”

Malcolm motions for the bartender, and orders himself neat whiskey. Of course he does. Why is he so annoyingly predictable?

Malcolm watches as the bartender pours up his drink. “Surprised. Strawberry is very sweet.”

“Just like me.” You raise your eyebrows at him, and take another sip of your drink.

Dr. Malcolm chuckles, “I really haven’t seen the sweet side of you.”

“That’s because I don’t like you very much, Malcolm.” You lift your drink up to your lips. As the cool sweetly tart liquid travels from the glass to your mouth to your throat, you continue maintaining eye contact with him. His eyes are locked on you.

Malcolm smiles and shakes his head, amused by your response. “I suppose I’ll just have to do a better job at making me more likable, huh, sweetheart?” The bartender gives him his whiskey. He takes a gulp of it. Your eyes naturally watch him as he does so. The way his silver rings clink the glass as he picks it up. His big, veiny hands practically crushing the cup. You watch as his lips make contact with the glass. The malty whiskey pouring into his mouth and down his throat. He sets his drink back down, and you turn your attention to your own drink, hoping that he didn’t notice you staring intently at him. “Since we’re not in class you don’t need to call me Dr. Malcolm. Not that you ever really do. It's always 'Malcolm' with you. But you can call me Ian.”

You finish off your strawberry daiquiri, savoring the taste. You look at him again. “Okay, Ian.” It feels weird to say his first name, but also somehow fitting. “I can’t promise Malcolm might slip out every now and then. Especially if I’m annoyed with you.”

He laughs, “I’ll do my best to not annoy you, how’s that, sweetheart?” He takes another drink of his whiskey. Just like before, you find yourself watching him again. Admiring every small movement he makes. Jesus, this is getting ridiculous. He's just taking a drink.

“If you keep calling me sweetheart I might get annoyed again.” You raise your eyebrows challengingly at him. The truth is, you love it when he calls you that which is why it annoys you. It doesn’t make sense why a simple nickname that ordinarily wouldn’t turn you on does when it comes from his perfect lips.

“Why’s that, sweetheart? Should I just call you, honey?” He snaps his fingers as another idea comes to mind. “How about darling?”

You roll your eyes, frustrated by how you’re staring to get aroused all because your professor said one simple word. “Malcolm, you’re ridiculous.”

He shakes his head. “Ian. Not Malcolm. Ian.”

“Fine, Ian. And why do you insist on being called that?”

He sighs and takes another drink of his whiskey. “It’s simple really. School is Dr. Malcolm, but, uh, outside of school is Ian. It keeps the two separate. Plus, Ian is what I’m usually called. Only students and some other professors use my last name.”

“What does it matter keeping the two separate?”

“Hmm, well, there are certain things- certain rules if you will, within both worlds. This helps, uh, establish the two.”

By now you can definitely feel the alcohol kicking in, and while you’re far from drunk, you’re tipsy. “What rules are you referring to?” You playfully raise your eyebrows, laced with a hint of seductiveness.

Ian laughs and grips the glass in his hand a little harder. “A very big rule is fraternizing with students.” He takes another long drink. You watch as that lucky whiskey makes its way into his mouth. His Adam Apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed. “You should be with your friends that are nowhere in sight, and not talking to some old, friendless, nerdy loser professor.”

You can’t help but to giggle at his assessment of himself, loving how he included the way you described him earlier. “Maybe I’m just doing charity work.” You bat your eyelashes at him playfully for a few seconds before getting sassy again. “And just so you know, one of my friends has a paper due tomorrow and the other is hanging out with her boyfriend. They both have extremely packed schedules, so they barely have any time together.”

Ian scoffs, and licks his lips before speaking. “Some friends. Ditching you for other shit. Other people.”

“At least I have friends.”

“You got me there. I'm just sayin', sweetheart, I wouldn't do that. If we got plans, we're committed.”

"So you commit to fleeting plans, but not marriages?"

Ian almost chokes on his drink as a laugh vibrates through his chest. "You got me again, Miss Chaology." He finishes off the last of his whiskey, and then turns towards you on his stool so his body is facing you. “So, what are your plans for the rest of the night then? Just hanging around talking to some old yet handsome loser?”

Immediately you scoff, but you there’s a hint of blush creeping up on your cheeks. “You think very highly of yourself.” The stool below you screeches as you adjust yourself how Malcolm did, so your body is also turned towards him.

“Hey, I called myself an old loser.”

“Yeah, but you snuck handsome in there.”

Most people would speak up because of the loud music in the background, but Ian just leans closer to you. He speaks in his usual taunting manner, “Don’t you agree?”

You could’ve moaned at his words right then and there, but you held it in. His smug smirk and his piercing eyes only fueled your need for him. The hunger in your eyes grew. Not wanting to appear weak, you scoff as an attempt to conceal your desire. “You’re average.”

Taking his time, and licking his lips as he does so, he looks you up and down like you were some painting he's going to critique. He meets your gaze again. “Am I? Even if I do… this?” He brushes his hand on your thigh. His touch is firm yet respectful. His big hand gently squeezing your thigh looks better than you could’ve ever imagined, and you definitely have. Not recently, of course. Your hatred streak has been going strong, but when you first started Malcolm’s class it was all you thought about. His lips on yours. His hands undressing you, and wandering all over your body. How he would feel against you. How he would feel inside of you.

You take a breath to pull yourself out of those thoughts. Your eyes shift from his hand on your thigh to his enchanting bronze eyes. Even masked behind his glasses, there's still this twinkle in his eyes you feel compelled to. Both of your eyes lock onto each other. “It helps doesn’t it?” Ian’s hand starts to creep higher up your thigh. His tender yet unwavering touch combined with the cold metal of his rings against your sensitive skin causes you to shiver.

“Do you think touching me is going to make me find you more attractive?” You try your best to hide the fact that you’re melting under his touch, but you call tell he’s not fully buying it.

“So you don’t think I’m good looking then?” A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. You just keep staring at him, trying not to break your unbothered facade. Fuck. You know you won’t last long if he keeps it up.

Ian’s hand slides up even further, starting to move under your dress. He stops his hand from going any further after reaching just past the hem. Instead he rubs his thumb on the inside of your thigh. You hold your breath, so you don’t let out a soft moan. “This dress is really pretty. You look really pretty, but I still want an answer, sweetheart.”

You close your eyes for a moment. Malcolm is going to make you lose all control. It shouldn’t be this hard to keep yourself in check. Why is this man driving you so insane? “Give me one good reason why I should answer that question.”

Ian snickers, “I can do that, honey.” He leans in even closer to you, your faces now just inches apart. “First off, I need to know that you’re, uh, comfortable with my hand here.”

You can feel a heat rise up from within you. You simply nod, clouded by unholy thoughts of the man before you, your fucking professor for God’s sakes.

“Okay, then.” His thumb continues rubbing the inside of your thigh, a bit firmer than before, but still tenderly. It’s taking everything in you to not grab his hand and push it up higher. “You should tell me if you think I’m handsome, hot, or whatever you want to call it because for one, I’m a middle aged man who would benefit from his ego being fed, but also because I’ll know if you, uh, I guess if we’re a good fit. Don’t you think it’s important for both parties to be attracted to each other?”

Finding it amusing how Ian worded that, your desire fueled haze is momentarily broken as you lean back and giggle. That strawberry daquiri you downed is not helping you keep a straight face. “So you’re saying you find me attractive?” You bite your cheeks so you don't burst out into laughter, but a few giggles still end up escaping.

Ian chuckles and shakes his head as you laugh. He leans forward once more, smiling slyly. “Yes, I, uh, do believe that’s what I’m saying.” Ian moves towards your right ear to speak directly into it. His breath is hot against you, “And is that feeling reciprocated?”

A soft groan escapes you, unable to hold back any longer. Ian’s hand is still gripping your thigh just barely under your dress with his thumb drawing circles around the inside of your delicate thigh. “Yeah, I-I guess it is.”

A little chuckle cascades throughout your ear. Ian pulls back, and looks at you with lustful eyes. “What are we going to do about that?”

“Um…” you shrug, “it’s really up to you.”

Ian slides his hand up just a little bit higher, continuing to trace his thumb against your soft skin. “Oh, come on. You don’t have any ideas in that big brain of yours?”

Feeling a more bold than usual because of the alcohol filtering through your system, you lean in even more, your faces just a couple inches apart. “Nothing that should be shared in public.” With almost no distance between his lips and yours, all you want to do is lean in and kiss him. You need to know what his lips feel like against yours. Against every part of you.

“Let’s get somewhere a little more private then, hm?” Ian retracts his hand from you. The absence of his touch drives you wild. You just want to move into his lap and kiss him while his hands explore every part of your body.

Ian pulls out a ragged wallet from his back pocket jeans. Damn, that wallet is probably as old as him. You watch as he pulls out a few bucks, and places it under his empty glass. After stuffing his wallet back in his pocket, Ian then digs into his jacket pocket, and pulls out car keys. He stands up, and offers his arm to you. “Ready, sweetheart?”

[rcmclachlan]

WIP word game

rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word

Tagged by the wonderful @beanarie with the word TANGO. Thank you, bud!

These are all from one WIP (the not sad one).

T: Tommy has a specific ringtone for all the people in his Favorites list, because he's old and a dork. Buck's is a clip of a song called Hysteria by some 80s hair band—which annoyed the hell out of him, especially when he discovered that Chim's was Big Poppa—until he looked up the lyrics and then had to suck Tommy off about it.

A: As he rips the cover off, Buck curses Maddie for making him sit through that godawful LifeTime movie last week while they wrote out invitations for Jee's 5th birthday party, because Tommy's not cheating on him. Where the hell would he even find the time?

N: "Nah." He's wearing that same pleased look when he leans in for another kiss. "It's better to just bury it and forget it."

G: The (G)ood Boyfriend thing to do would be to recognize that the only one who should be opening the box is currently committing tomato hornworm genocide in the garden.

O: "Once, I got an MRE that had two spoons in the package and made the mistake of saying it was cool out loud where people could hear, and everyone called me Spoons Akimbo for, like, six months."

No pressure tags: @alchemistc, @leashybebes, @iphyslitterator, @station18908, @zeraparker, @peppermintquartz, and @newtkelly. Your word is STAR.

[davidnmarat]

...I'm surprised that, out of all people, you requested me.

Last song: Tom's Dinner from AnnenMayKantereit. David told me his voice sounded like mine and I do like the song!

Last book: Really, man, really... In what part of my entire being, I give the idea thaI would choose, out of all activities, to sit and read something? I barely make out awake reading Marat's journal!

But I did began trying to get into @lord-byrons-ghost writtings, and despite everything... I do find them interesting!

Last movie: The Shrek saga. David told me I would like them. He didn't lie. I just believe the third could have been better.

Last TV show: House MD, but not really? Marat is watching it but I always end up falling asleep in the middle of the episodes.

Last Google search: Do you really want to know? Well... It was simply a picture of my favourite cider so David could paint it. Where you expecting something else?

Sweet, savoury, or spicy: While I do like sometimes a bit of spice, eh, eh? I'll stick with savoury. Sweets are good but eh... Nothing beats a warm dinner.

Relation Status: Well... I am dead, in this afterlife, right...? That just means everything is up to endless posibilities. I just... Want to be better this time.

Looking forward to: For now I'm stuck between two annoying grandpas so, I will be thankful to whoever takes me from there! I'm not sure if this answers this but eh. Help me-

Current Obsession: David's pantings. I'm not sure how to explain it but... BOY. I DO feel them a LOT more lately. Mostly the edible ones!

And now... I'm tagging @lord-byrons-ghost ... And @davidnmarat!!! TAKE THAT FELLAS!!

Aaaaagh do I REALLY need to do this???

Welp... Alright then...!

tagged for 10 people i'd like to know better by @drinkthemlock ( ty for tagging me :3 this is so late im so sorry lol)

last song: champagne coast by blood orange

last book: tell me i'm worthless by alison rumfitt

last movie: the lighthouse (probs by favourite eggers movie so far, can't wait to rewatch it and pick out all the symbolism)

last tv show: peep show

last thing i googled: vox crossword archives

sweet/savoury/spicy: yes

relationship status: eunuch advisor

looking forward to: watching cabaret w my besties tonight :D

current obsession: tennessee williams, 19th century medical history, john waters, and sea glass

tagging: @berkeley-mews @fakenudes @burningvelvet @enlitment @swimmingback @cicadaland @saintjustienne @wyvin

[cherrycheolkat]

• no blueberries, feat. mingyu, pt. 2 •

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pairing: kim mingyu x f!reader

mentioned: seungcheol, joshua, vernon, christian yu (dpr ian in part ii)

word count: 3.1k

genre: fake dating, college au, college student!mingyu, college student!reader, fluff, f2l, idiots, idiots in love, angst, pining, denial of feelings, established friendship (reader & ian), miscommunication

summary: mingyu was just your lab partner and study buddy for several semesters, but lately things seem to have changed, and maybe everyone else has noticed, but for the most part, neither of you even think about what you are to one another until mingyu asks you to be his 'fake' date for a long weekend trip so he can avoid an ex, the biggest problem is realizing that there's nothing fake about your relationship but when mingyu won't even talk about what you are to each other, you start to think things might be over before they even really start

warnings: explicit language, mentions of anxiety, sexually suggestive situations, drinking

a/n: they are literally idiots in love but they're so dumb they almost don't deserve a happy ending - i am screaming at them ;-; ooof writing part ii...and well, i need to update this with additional characters and genres...oops (if you don't know - i am not a planning writing - i just go where the characters take me - they get their shit together - trust the process) besides it's named for a dpr ian song anyway, might as well include him for his dilf status and the accent

xx kat

[part i] [part iii - in progress]

♡ if you would like to be tagged in my upcoming posts, go [here]

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she hadn’t expected the multiple messages asking if she was free that weekend - there were even a few from guys she thought were taken. she didn’t respond, though. even if she was feeling petty and annoyed, she wasn’t that clueless about what was actually going on between herself and the dumb boy sleeping in their room. mingyu hadn’t ever answered her. and she kind of wanted to stay mad at him over it. but she also wanted to be curled in bed with him, like a normal weekend morning, all warm and cozy wrapped in his arms. 

she reasoned she could hold out a bit longer. besides, she remembered his messages from the night before - this was the perfect time to scroll through them and maybe find some tiny crumbs to reignite her annoyance.

she wasn’t annoyed, though - he was mainly asking if she was okay and wondering if she would come down because he missed her - wanted her - was she asleep? - he wanted to be where she was - he was tired - ‘plz come down’ x2 - ‘i’m all alone’ - he wished they were back home - ‘we shouldn’t have come’. she bit her lip gently, wondering half-heartedly if he had meant any of it or just needed an excuse to check his phone.

she knew he meant it - he was unquestionably honest when drinking. she sighed, knowing she was maybe just as bad at communicating as he was. but she knew she had asked him more than once to define what they were.

she couldn’t fully take back her shitty messages saying they weren’t dating, even though it was technically true. but she could tag him in a post - a really sappy post with pictures from the last six months. she could have gone back further, but then he would know more than she was ready to share, like how she thought it was serious much sooner.

she picked the photos she thought were cutest, especially the one where he had given her a piggyback ride when she got tired waiting in line for a roller coaster. she tagged his username, but then she stared at the blank description box because what should she even say, she wondered.

she scrolled back through all of her photos to the first one they had taken together - him hugging her from behind while they had walked around in the first snow the year before. he looked so cute and happy - she pressed her lips into a line, feeling way too vulnerable, but she added it in the photo set anyway.

and the description, she typed it super fast before she could talk herself out of it, ‘beautiful, perfect, smart, sweet @/ming0o - i probably don’t tell you how much i like you as often as i should but i hope you know how much i care about you - love’ - she immediately erased the 'love'.

she had the intense urge to throw her phone into the woods from embarrassment. it was way too honest and a display of pure feelings - things she did not do. because she knew putting herself out there like that was scary.

she stared at the draft for a few minutes - she couldn’t hit post. she decided to wait until that afternoon. or maybe never - maybe she should just tell him - that’s what ian kept saying when they talked - not to mention all of britt’s not so subtle comments about their apartment and how often mingyu was there. 

she could tell him that she thought things were serious, that she had broken off things with someone else for him, even - she had kind of been dating someone, but it hadn’t really mattered when mingyu first kissed her. she was pretty sure no one mattered when mingyu first kissed her - the earth could have flown into the sun, and she wouldn't have noticed.

she stared out at the water, imagining the conversation she could start with him - the one where she actually explained all the things she felt for him. but even thinking about it was nerve-racking. she would probably just end up making out with him before she actually admitted to having feelings. physical things were always safer.

she worried her lip and, insteasd of posting anything, went to ian’s account - she scrolled through his photos from greece - a trip she was meant to go on for friends-mas vacation. but that was the thing, they had known each other for ages and had been best friends for way too long. their closeness always kind of ebbed and flowed based on whether one of them was dating someone. but they also talked about everything, like when she felt like things with mingyu were getting serious, she had told ian about it, mainly because she was happy. she rolled her eyes, remembering those conversations.  

she went to her messages, they had talked a few weeks before about maybe going to a show together, a band they both liked was touring. her fingers hovered over the keys - she sighed and exited. she probably didn’t need to pull the rip cord just yet, she decided, because if she texted ian now, with the way she felt, she wasn't sure what would happen. even if she knew ian was probably awake.

she tried reassuring herself that she was just freaking out a bit, so she got up to go in and take a shower before anyone else was awake. she tried to stay in the shower as long as possible without being rude. she was slow drying off and throwing on fresh clothes, prolonging her time to think, she told herself.

she opened the bathroom door as quietly as she could, thinking she could tiptoe past the bed and back to isolate herself on the balcony. ideally, she could hide there and go unnoticed. but no, glancing at mingyu was enough to convince her that she should climb back into bed. she loved how was easily she was enveloped by mingyu. she tried to sleep, thinking it would make her feel better. 

instead, she felt him kiss her neck, “hey,” he whispered. 

“hey,” she worried that she sounded weird.

“good swim?”

she hummed in response, not trusting herself to talk. she wondered if she was losing her mind. they were both quiet for a few minutes, but to her, it felt like the quiet before a storm.

he sighed and nuzzled closer, “did you really tell people we aren’t dating?” his voice was soft against her skin.

fuck, she thought, of course someone had already seen that and messaged him. she rolled her eyes, “i mean, it’s not like we’ve actually had that conversation.” 

she tried to sound normal about it, even though she had literally asked him multiple times, and he refused to answer. she just wanted him to tell her whether they were dating, or if he even wanted to be dating, but he wouldn’t - anyone else, sure, he had an answer - but her, nothing but silence. and there was the annoyance with him. back in full force. 

“i know, but it’s kind of what we talked about before, right?”

she closed her eyes tightly, “no, we talked about fake dating - like me being your fake girl friend for this, not like ‘dating-dating - i'm just katie-prevention,’,” she wasn’t a fan of the revisionist version of the conversation they had had.

he sighed, “does it really matter what we call it for the weekend? we’re together all the time, right - that’s what's important,” he sounded like her dad explaining something that was just so simple, even as he ignored the real reason he had asked her, “even if you completely abandoned me last night.” he whined softly, emphasizing how he felt about her staying in their room.

“so tell everyone i had a migraine or something, and now everything is fine,” she knew she sounded more and more on edge, but really what was another lie anyway, she wondered.

he was quiet for a few moments, “y/n, you know you’re here because we’re together, which just happens to help me avoid katie - i would have asked you to come no matter what,” she could feel him squeezing her closer as he talked.

“right, i guess so, since you don’t really seem to have an issue telling her to fuck off, so i’m not sure how i’m helping with that anyway,” she knew it was a bitchy thing to say, but the words had already tumbled out of her mouth. 

he groaned, “you know it’s not really about that - i mean, i told her to fuck off when she said the shit about wanting to hook up - i told her i was taken, so here i am, very happily taken,” he sounded annoyed and nonchalant all at once. 

she shifted around to face him, “wait, you said someone told you about that?” she whispered, certain that she had heard him incorrectly.

he shrugged, “no, she cornered me after practice and told me we should hook up.”

“and you didn’t tell me about that super normal encounter?” she tried to keep her voice under control.

“why would i when i know it would just make you worry over nothing, plus i handled it - i told you, i wanted you to come and just relax and hang out - yeah, katie is here, but who cares? i’m here with you,” he tugged her tshirt gently as he spoke, pulling her close.

she truly had to be losing it - his ‘katie problem’ was the entire basis for him asking her. 

he seemed to register her anger and got up after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, “i’m going to shower, and then we should get food,” he murmured and kissed her cheek. 

she could only nod in response.

⋆˙⟡

she waited a few minutes before hopping off the bed and going out on the balcony to call ian. even if they had been on a friendship hiatus for a bit - in fact, most of her friendships had been since she had been with mingyu - she knew she could call him - it was the whole ‘basic trust’ part of their relationship. something she and mingyu didn’t seem to have.

besides, she had virtually only been around mingyu’s friends for months. she was feeling like it was starting to skew her view of the world.

“hi, love,” he answered on the first ring.

“hey,” she bit her lip, trying to think of how to ask what she wanted to ask.

“what’s up?” 

she sighed, “umm, just things,” she tried to sound normal as she paced back and forth.

“erm, yeah, can i guess - does it have to do with your, uh, relationship status correction comments?” he laughed. 

she nodded, as though he could see her, “yes - i - could you pick me up, please?”

it had been a while since she had called him this randomly and asked to be picked up. but that didn’t matter, he just asked for a pin drop, not an explanation. his friend would drop him off, and they would drive her suv back. she didn’t even have to ask if ‘back’ meant to his or not - she fully knew the answer. she was glad that she had done very little to unpack the night before, and that they weren’t that far from the city. she did go back out onto the balcony to watch her ‘find my’ like it was a lifeline to the world. 

she couldn’t wrap her mind around what mingyu had admitted this morning compared to what he had said before. it was shocking - he had at least withheld important details from her. and she was angry. but the worst part was that he also made her feel like she was the issue. not to mention, why couldn’t he just talk to her, she wondered for the millionth time. 

she needed a break. she needed to go back to her normal life. this whole thing had spun out of control, and she was deluded if she thought there was anything serious between her and mingyu.

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𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮 

he took a long shower, loving the seemingly endless hot water. he wasn’t ready to be awake though - he had wanted to stay in bed with y/n like normal. he wanted everything with y/n to be like normal, but everything felt off, especially her.

it was like she was pulling into herself, which only reminded him of when he first met her, and his entire existence annoyed her. there were times when she was curled against him that he couldn’t help but remember exactly how cold and distant she seemed to him when they met. and how random it felt that they had ever moved past that point - he genuinely had no idea how he had managed it, which was reason enough for him to not say certain things. 

like when she asked why he had told everyone they were dating - he didn’t want to explain that he hadn’t, that they had assumed, and he couldn’t bring himself to say they were wrong because it was what he wanted. but it was embarrassing as fuck to admit to her that he wanted it as badly as he didn’t and couldn’t even ask her.

he had tiptoed around the thought for months - even the day before, he had been asking seungcheol what he could say to her. seungcheol had looked at him like he was insane, ‘you are fucking, and you’re asking me what exactly - dude you’re with her - just tell her you want some official stamp or whatever saying what a very good boy you are and she’s your owner - let her buy you a collar, but get the fuck out, you’re killing me with this.’ 

his thoughts were interrupted by seungcheol opening the bathroom door, “dude, if you use all of the hot water, i will actually kill you,” he proclaimed bluntly.

“yeah, yeah - if you killed me every time you promised, i would have been dead five minutes into our meeting - you need a better threat,” he still turned off the water.

seungcheol rolled his eyes, “maybe, but you still got out of the shower, right?”

“pure coincidence,” he mumbled as he dried off.

“umhm, coincidence like y/n openly saying you’re not dating and also being gone this morning?” 

mingyu paused for a moment but shook his head. he was sure seungcheol was just being a dick - there was no way she would have left without saying anything. but he couldn’t help wondering exactly how long he had been in the shower. 

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as much as he was shocked realizing that y/n had left, he was absolutely in no mood for the chorus of “so what did you do to fuck this up” that came from virtually everyone when he walked downstairs - he didn’t stay to eat, especially when he noticed katie looking way too perky. 

he had already tried calling and messaging her - he even texted her roommate to ask, which was pointless since britt left him on read. he thought of going back to campus when she wouldn’t answer, but he could imagine that would only make things worse.

if she wanted space, then he should give her space - even if knowing that another guy had picked her up completely fried his brain. he stayed in his room the rest of the day, staring at his phone, hoping for something to change. 

apparently, he seemed depressed enough that even seungcheol tried to make him feel better by leaving him some beers, mumbling something about not to freak out and that it was probably a misunderstanding. 

mingyu had just groaned, “pretty sure leaving with another guy is not a misunderstanding.”

“you’re acting like she doesn’t have friends, when you know she does, even if she’s been up your ass for months - maybe she just needs a break,” seungcheol was using his reasonable voice.

mingyu glared and shook his head, “needs a break? y/n needs a break from me that involves another guy?! yeah - you are excelling at making me feel so good about about all of this - plus like that’s one of those things, there’s always guys who talk to her, even when we’re out, i can be standing right next to her, my arm around her, and still, dudes approaching,” he popped the tab on one of the beers, gulping it down angrily.

seungcheol watched him for a moment, “right, who wouldn’t want to be around you to see the neuroticism up close - dude, she’s mainly friends with guys, that’s why she was at our parties before you ever started talking - pretty sure that’s when you noticed her even and started following her from a distance like the saddest lost dog,” he laughed as he dodged the pillow mingyu threw at his head.

“fuck you - fucking lost dog? and i am not neurotic!” mingyu threw back his head, downing the rest of the beer.

“yeah, stable king over here - also the most lost, most pathetic dog - ask anyone if i’m fucking lying - you’re whipped and have been, which like, cool, taste, she’s worth it, but then somehow katie was in the picture and we all decided you were a lost cause because how do you go from like a full out 10 to like a 3.4,” he dodged another pillow, not laughing this time, “if you make me spill this”—

“what you’ll kill me? you? you’re like a foot shorter”— he didn’t even get to finish the insult because seungcheol had already hit him in the mouth.

mingyu spent the rest of the break staring at his phone and nursing his split lip. to be fair, he'd given seungcheol a black eye in the process, which had made him feel slightly better. but then everyone in their gc started asking where his owner was - vernon even edited a lost dog poster with a picture of him. it was annoyingly funny. he couldn’t even think of a good response.

he hated the ride back to campus, knowing he would see y/n in classes but having no clue what to do was definitely killing him. he was so sure of it, which was why he planned to skip classes the next day. and maybe the day after too. their schedules were way too similar. he might be out for a week. he wondered if his parents really would kill him if he flunked out - that was the standard threat, but he had never really considered it quite as hard as he did on the ride back from joshua’s lake house.

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a/n: they are such emotional train wrecks - i'm like kicking my feet at the insanity of these two, so yeah, hope you're finding it fun too - also cheol as the voice of reason but still roasting mingyu the entire time <33 also feel free to leave notes or asks or submit a lost dog poster for mingyu skskskskss - i do love to know what you all are vibing with /gen

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Bad: I don’t think people understand the effect QSMP had on some of the streamers in terms of like… The real raw mental impact, so I’m gonna set the stage for you. [...] Imagine that you were given a friend to play Minecraft with — like your best friend — BUT if this person dies, if they die in the game, you never get to talk to them again. Can you imagine what that’s like?

Bad: If you did not live through the QSMP, if you did not live through that, it almost sounds like, crazy. But I don’t think people realize how much of a joyous experience the Eggs were. They were SO awesome! They were literally so awesome to just hang out with and spend time with.

Bad: I’m not saying I regret it. To this day, I loved the experience. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. Even knowing how everything went, I would still do it all over again. [...] I would still do it all over again, because — even knowing like, all the trauma and suffering and stuff like that — because it was just… It was just that fun, it was just that fun.

Earlier today during his stream, Bad shared his experience and thoughts about the Eggs and the significant emotional (and traumatic) impact they had on him and his fellow QSMP members.

This clip a very edited-down version since his commentary was ~13 minutes long, so I highly recommend checking out Bad's VOD if you have the time. (Timestamp: 47:36 - 1:00:14)

[ Full Transcript ↓ ]

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Bad: To be fair Chat, I really think the QSMP... I don't think anyone really can relate to it, Chat. It's something that's so... I've told people this before, like– but it's hard to understand. Right? Like...

Where was I? Sorry Chat, I'm losing my train of thought. Look, let me explain Chat– here's the dealio, ok? Here's the dealio, and this is what I mean when I say like, it's important to keep this in mind, Chat. Ok? It's important to keep this in mind:

I don’t think people understand the effect that the QSMP had on like, some of the streamers, in terms of like… The real raw mental impact, so I’m gonna set the stage for you. This is the analogy I’ve given to every person who I’ve like, shared this with. Imagine you meet somebody– [He hears a strange noise] What the fudge was that? Did you hear that?

Anyway– Chip! The story I was just relaying to Chat, Chip, was this: I was sharing this story with them, I said–  I was giving them an analogy. 

Imagine Chat, for example, imagine that you were… playing Minecraft, with like– you were given a friend to play Minecraft with, Chat, like your best friend, and [unintelligible] were like, “Hey, you get to play Minecraft with this person, right? BUT if this person dies – they’re currently your best friend, Chip – but if they die in the game, you never get to talk to them again. Ever again.” Can you imagine what that’s like, Chip?

I don’t think a lot of people understand like, what that does, right? I’m not gonna say that like, it creates this situation, Chip, that like, messes with your head, but it– Chip – but it totally, totally does, Chip. It messes with your head! It literally puts you in a position where you’re second-guessing and thinking about everything, Chip! You’re thinking about EVERYTHING Chip! Ok? And that’s the problem, Chip– is you turn into a paranoid monster because of it, Chip! Like, you don’t understand Chip– I was- I was so afraid of every dirt block, I used to carry a shovel with me Chip, and I would specifically right-click dirt blocks that looked suspicious because mines, Chip– mines could not be shoveled! Like, I was crazy, Chip! But here’s the problem, Chip: that craziness is still there. I’m genuinely like–

I remember thinking Chip, that I would one day– I was like, “I’m going to move past–” here, let’s go up here, Chip. I remember thinking one day Chip, I was like, “I’m gonna move past the underground base, one of these days. You know, one of these days, I feel like I’ll be able to grow and achieve the desire to build a base that doesn’t have to be underground.” But I don’t think it’s possible now Chip, because I think… I just don’t know. I feel like the paranoia– there’s still like, residual leftover trauma from that situation, Chip.

But here’s the problem Chip: I don’t think I don’t think– I don’t think people understand it. Like, I just really don’t. But I also don’t blame them Chip, ‘cuz I don’t think it’s possible to fully understand it if you haven’t lived through it. Like, if you did not live through the QSMP… I’m talking about the QSMP, I don’t- I don’t know if that was obvious– if you did not live through that, it almost sounds like, crazy. But I don’t think people realize how much of a joyous experience like, the Eggs were. Right? I don’t think people realize it. Like, they were SO awesome! They were literally so awesome to just hang out with and spend time with, Chip. So, it’s just one of those things that–

[He’s interrupted by a loud rumble of thunder above them]

Did lightning just strike here? Is it thunderstorming out…? But anyway, Chip. That’s the food for thought.

But that’s the problem– Like, every time it rains in Minecraft, I have to like, look at the sky, and I get this weird, like, second--hand vibe because of the trauma. The trauma, Chip! The trauma is real! But that’s the point– I’m not saying I regret it. I, to this day Chip, I loved the experience. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. Even knowing how everything went, I would still do it all over again. 

[He falls down] Dangit, don’t come over here Chip, ‘cuz I’m coming back up! Ok.

I would still do it all over again, because — even knowing like, all the trauma and suffering  and stuff like that — because it was just… It was just that fun, Chip, it was just that fun. I really wi– I don’t think it’s ever gonna be possible, Chip, to give people that same energy, like that same experience. You know what I mean, Chip? I don’t think it’s ever gonna be possible again. Like, EVER.

Because… because like, one: I will say on one level Chip, I will say on one level, like– it’s sort of emotionally like… It’s emotionally devastating, and I think to actually go through that– and this is where like, if I ever do end up going to a– see a therapist, if I ever do end up going to see a therapist at any point, I’ll talk it over with them and be like, “Hey, what do you think about this?” Because I genuinely think on one level, like– it’s created this fear of forming attachments because of like, how things can go. You know what I mean? Like, the fear of getting attached to something and then potentially losing it. Like, it’s- it’s a genuine thing. I think people forget about that.

Like, at the end of the day, everything was RP, right? On the server. You know what I mean? Like, everything was RP, Chip. BUT at the same point, even though it was RP Chip, it was still like– there the reality of you were still playing like, with another person, and you were still getting that experience, and it felt like you were genuinely attached to someone and you didn’t want anything bad to happen to them. It was GENUINELY stressful, Chip.

But at the same point, I don’t regret it, and I don’t think it was a bad experience. I’m– 

Sometimes in life Chip, you go through stuff, and maybe you have a certain amount of like, things that like, can happen, that you’re like, “You know what, maybe this wasn’t a good thing that this happened,” but at the same point, you still aren’t necessarily upset about it, because… it’s like growing as a person, right? Here’s the thing Chip; even bad situations, Chip, can lead to an overall good outcome. Like–

Even if you’re going through something bad Chip, just because a bad thing happens doesn’t mean that only bad things have to come from that. That’s one of the things I tell people all the time, Chip, is that if you go through a bad situation, you can learn from it, and you can use your experience to help others. And you can be that– you can be, at the worst-case scenario, you can be someone for other people who are going through that same experience to lean on when they go through that.I think there’s a certain amount of comfort that comes from that; from knowing no matter how bad your situation is, you’re not the only person who’s experienced it. You know what I mean?

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[blujayonthewing]

awright here we go

[eriisaam]

Good news! I can finally stop spamming this post!

Bad news, getting the magikoopa to dupe itself takes a lot more setup than it looks, and spoiler alert: it was fucking annoying.

How annoying, you ask? As-is, this shit is too crowded out the get-go. If there's other units in place, especially non-magikoopas, then these magikoopas will prioritize spamming the shit out of healing and/or buffing spells on the non-magic units.

But you also can't just narrow it down to ONE magikoopa, cuz guess what? The motherfucker will flee if they're the last and only unit left (and being reminded of that after carefully killing all but the flying one only to have that last one run away on me made me nearly scream.)

ANYWAYS. I accidentally grounded the flying one, but thank fuck, grounded and flying magikoopas both count to this experiment, and I got the one on the left to duplicate. To explain why the screenshot looks so borked, when duped, the magikoopa and their clone will phase in and out of view, and I caught the original mid-damage while the clone was mid-phasing (but you can hopefully see them). Like last time, I saved after the cloning happened, but before I did anything, and to be clear: The one on the far left is the original, the middle one is a copy on the left, and the right is a different, unrelated magikoopa I kept alive to keep the first one from running away.

So, to answer the second phase of this long shitshow:

If a magikoopa from Bowser's Castle used their Illusion move and made a copy of itself, can Goombario tell the difference between the real and fake magikoopa via Tattle (like he could with Crystal King/like Goombella can in the sequel)?

The answer?

YES.

So that answers that.... what now?

For now, I'll post my findings on the post that inspired this all (but condensed), and while I have interest in testing other Paper Mario findings, that's in a "do over time/eventually" thing rather than a "haul ass as fast as possible" thing, will be split up into separate posts in a series of posts I'll probably tag as Paper Mario 64 Discovery Saga (or something along the lines) when I get around to it, and I might get around to it after getting other stuff done first.

It also might take a moment, cuz in both findings here, and stuff to test later, I already see some Broth covered anyways (such as the above Jr Troopa findings+), and I wanna not only sort out what's stuff that's already documented, and what stuff to test all in one go (and not spontaneously out of order like this post saga did, hence why I keep running into 'stuff to test long after the point I could've tested it' issues cuz all of this was impulse rushed) so if I'm gonna do a longhaul of this whole game again, at least I'm more aware of everything I need to check out first.

+ Specifically, he mentions in this post about the same (typo'd) unique dialogue Jr Troopa has if you try to jumpscare him out of the battle, though like I said, when I tested it, it was in the second-to-last Jr Troopa battle between Shiver City and Starborn, I stress-tested with Fright Jar, Spook, Hurricane and Air Lift (I can't test with Up & Away that battle), and he only commented on Spook and Air Lift. Based on the screencaps, when he tested it on the last battle, mentions the comment happened with both Spook and Fright Jar, and this makes me wonder one thing while confirms another thing.

At the very least, it confirms to me that Jr Troopa does have a reaction that seems to carry over across his battles (so one immediate thing I'd be interested testing is whether or not his reaction changes based on all the other encounters leading up to these final two), whether or not he gains or loses awareness to certain factors (for instance Fright Jar didn't do anything for me in the second-to-last battle, but does he react in his last battle?), or if there's other reactions otherwise.

Other things I wanna test out (organized in order of when you can actually do them, and excluding stuff I know was documented, people already know, or what was already tested above):

If you lure a Koopa Troopa or Spiky Goomba to the bridge on Pleasant Path with the red and green diamond pattern and battle him on it, there's a unique battle background showing the bridge.

If you're standing on the table in the Koopa Village Toad House, the Toad will yell at you to get off the table before he lets you use his services.

One of your party members is recruited when you break open a lantern she is being held hostage inside. Most players just whack the lantern with the hammer, but if you break the lantern by blowing it up with Bombette, she complains that it wasn't necessary to use that much force.

In the scene following the Fuzzipede battle, your partner mentions remembering Twink saying where the next Star Spirit is. Since the battle takes place in darkness, you normally can't damage Fuzzipede without having Watt out, but if you wear the Zap Tap badge or use a Volt Shroom at the right time, you can end the battle with a different partner out, and all of the partners actually have unique dialogue for this scene.

Generally, you can deliver letters to recipients at any time. In the case of Kolorado, there's a point during chapter 5 where he's been badly hurt by a spiked rolling rock, but he gets back up as soon as you enter the next room. You can deliver him a letter during this very brief period, and not only will he have unique dialogue for it, Parakarry will break his usual spiel to ask if he's okay.

If using Cloud Nine when Mario is under the effect of Dizzy, Sleep or Freeze, Lakilester will pick him up with his cloud instead of having Mario jumping on it.

But for now, I'm taking a fat fucking break, and catching up on shit, and for the mutuals whose been following along or at least been super patient seeing this post recycled several times in a row: Thank you.

When you woke up planning to try to get some work done despite feeling icky and burnt out, only to get derailed by splitting attention across four or five games that need your attention, and a fifth you now have to longhaul to try to test/prove a point

[1000sunnygo]

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