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yourlocalbreadenthusiast · 7 hours ago
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Kindly take a break from scrolling to read this, it's important.
Take your time to grieve and come to terms with the election results, but once you've done that, it's time to get to work. We have two months. And a lot to do in that time. We have to prepare, to be ready.
Be careful about what you post or say online. Anything potentially incriminating should be avoided. Threatening language, even if clearly a joke, can be used against you.
Know someone who's trans? Someone who's had an abortion? Someone who's LGBTQIA+? Someone who's an immigrant? Someone who attends protests? Someone who's disabled? Someone who might in any way be at risk due to laws being put into place? No you don't.
Move away from social media platforms and browsers that require you to use your real identity or input a large amount of personal information. Now's a good time to find alternate means of communicating online. Tails, Element, Tor, Mastodon, Firefox, and Lemmy are all decent options.
Find a community. Someone you can talk to, either online or in real life, that you'll have reliable contact with. We need to try and create a network, but one that's as anonymous as possible.
Start scrubbing your trail as much as possible. Get rid of old accounts that can still be traced to you but are no longer used, delete personal data off the internet. There are websites out there that will freely remove your data from the internet, but be careful about which one you use, make sure it's safe and legitimate first.
Change any usernames that you can that contain any personal information. Names, birthdays, anything.
Plan B has a four year shelf life. Stock up, but don't take more than you you'll need. We don't want a COVID repeat where everyone buys an excessive amount of things and leaves none for everybody else.
There are doctors that will sterilize you, if that's the way you want to go.
Stop using online period trackers right now. Delete all data from it if possible first, then delete the app itself. If you must, write it down, but in a subtle manner and on something you keep at home. Don't label it, just put the dates. If you're really worried, discard older records and only keep the most recent few, and label the dates as other random events, like "go to mall" or "chicken salad for dinner this night"
Get your vaccines now.
Save money.
Archive. We have to start collecting records, media, data, books, and articles now. On racism, on fascism, on homophobia, on gender, on self-reliance, on survival, on safe travels routes, on equality, on justice, on anything that may be useful and/or censored soon. We can't let them erase it.
Collect those online resources. Bookmark them, copy files into your storage, Screenshot pages. Create a decentralized library where everyone is working to be part of a whole, storing what they can individually and sharing it between one another. Again, be careful about doing this.
Second-hand bookstores are your best friend. Books are usually very cheap in them, and they often have a decent stock. See what you can find.
When buying ANYTHING I have mentioned above, or anything else that maybe put you in danger, try to use cash to reduce your spending trail.
Check your car information online, many newer models can be remotely tracked.
Turn your phone completely off if you may be at risk due to your location and current activities. Turning off your GPS also helps.
Take note of where you are. Who are your friends? Who's a safe person? Where can you go besides your own home that you know you'll be safe? Establish these connections now.
Who around you is not safe? Who and where do you need to avoid? Do you need to move? If you cannot afford moving but need to, there are fundraisers that can help you. If even that is not an option, at least try to make sure your home is secure. Have someone who can help you. Have a fallback safe place.
And finally, I want anyone with resources to put them in the replies. Flood it with useful links, information, tips, anything. We're in this together. Do not panic. Organize.
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katerinaaqu · 14 hours ago
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Yes I know a bit on the ending of Blood of Zeus
Again that is my point. If he wanted to do something as bizarre as what he did why use Odyssey and not an original story like PJO did. I do not like that either but at least the dude made the effort to create original characters like Blood of Zeus did. The mangling of the Odyssey that I saw in Epic has me even more as "why the heck did you pick the Odyssey? Just write your own story at this point with your own characters"
Actually yes it is surprising because it shows how much half a brain the world has that they pick a clear entertainment material that is also altered to THIS degree and take it for granted. Again his "warning" speaks more on the audience than the creator and again we see people like him or Hollywood who has the power to bring more people to this and instead of respecting the material they are working with they don't just have the "I don't care" card they have the "screw the plot" card and they change THE most critical parts of it and that seems as deliberate as it can be to me.
Again one can use greek mythology as a starting point without mangling a story. So many people used greek mythology to their original stories. See for instance Sinbad by DreamWorks how they inserted the Sirens. They didn't re-write the Odyssey they created an original. And they also inserted Tartarus and Eris and all. We have others that inserted greek mythology in their stories. The Odyssey has already be mangled enough. At this point I wonder if people do not like it enough to respect its story and its plot especially with the latest cringe that we got in this saga.
I have no idea what the "he owes us" even means. Again I never said he owes us anything. Likewise I do not owe anyone a thing by speaking up against the mangling of greek mythology over the years that people treat it like another fandom instead of the important cultural and religious significance it had for ancient Greeks (while mind you they do not mangle the same way other mythologies). I do not owe anyone to like them or see them positively either. Some I might and some I might not. Of course Jorge can do what ye wants. It is a free world. But people like me have also the right to say "we have had enough that samples of our ancient culture are being used as a stepstone for people who do not create original stories and they don't even put the courtesy to follow the source".
No it is not expectations. I am way past that! I was beyond the expectations from Cyclops saga. Right now is clear disappointment that the parts that made Odyssey famous and subject of debate for millennias were deliberately changed like they were not important to the story. That is the feeling it gives to me.
Little Wolf had me cringing because of the plot it was linked with because again it disregarded Telemachus situation and problem. Telemachus was not some whiny kid that could fight at any time and needed push. He couldn't face the suitors because they claimed the law of hospitality and he had no right yet to rule in his own accord and only Odysseus could send them away. He also needed to know about his father. Little Wolf made it sound like Telemachus was able to fight back at any moment he had the help of Athena and still had his ass handed to him. In the Odyssey he was proven a great fighter by the side of his father. The song was great of course but again it could fit at any context. Not Odyssey
I disagree. For starters I found the original much more epic because it's epic-Ness was not boss fights. It was the savagery of nature and the need of a man to survive and surviving against all odds. What epic did to that plot I can never appreciate sorry. I appreciate the songs but what epic did to Odyssey I can never appreciate. The plot was just yet another "screw the original i have other plans"
Just write your own story at this point. Make another character deflect Circe and Circe say "she was in love once before" remembering Odysseus, make some other arduous trip with a different reason behind it, make some other characters kill the sirens if you so much wanna write that thing. Not the Odyssey that has like one of the most detailed accounts to Odysseus's trip and even his emotions and all. Just pick an original story...
New Epic saga and it's horrible... to give you an idea, Odysseus fought Poseidon, stole his trident and made him beg for mercy
hmmm a god begging a mortal for mercy is not exactly on par with Greek religion and stories. How did that scene made it into the final version?
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caroll-in · 10 months ago
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nicoliine · 9 months ago
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About the times when Alastor touched you and when he expected you to do it back.
☆彡 How in the world does the radio demon, who doesn't really like physical contact, end up looking for any excuse to have his hands on you?
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 ☆ Reader is g/n; no pronouns or y/n are used.
☆ Warnings: not really. Does a mental breakdown count as a warning? Alastor is a warning itself yk.
☆ English isn't my first language, so if there's any mistake I sorry-
 
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You noticed that Alastor didn't like people's proximity when you first arrived at the hotel and he didn't even try to shake your hand. There, with your hand on the air, you stand waiting for his shake as you observe his ramblings about a whole different subject—not that you mind about all the weird souls that can be met in hell—watching him around the other hotel staff, you confirm it.
 
After a couple of days in the hotel and witnessing his power display, you made a mental note to not mess with him. That being said, you didn't really want to touch him.
You were a very touchy person, content to hug Pentious when you first saw him around in the morning or cuddle on the couch with Angel before he started to make a lewd comment about his job and you just ended up leaving him alone. Nifty seemed to enjoy being all over you, sitting on your shoulders while you were reading or just playing with your hair.
 
Another one who was happy about your touchy personality was Charlie, but she is just happy about everything.
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It started a month from your arrival.
Alastor, being a self-proclaimed gentleman, didn't seem to be aware of your not touching Alastor rule, he started holding the door open for you then creating a shadow to lift up that heavy box that you needed to move, and you ended up—it was hard for you—just trying to move up your body away so you didn't end up too close to him, but he seemed to love your personal space so much.
 
One time, you were in the hallway, not really aware of your surroundings, until you felt an arm around your shoulders. When you heard his static voice, you froze on your steps, slowly turning your head to see him there, standing with that so-known smile of his. When he started to walk, still holding you, talking about that great idea for the hotel, you just couldn't pay so much attention. Your mind is running on thoughts about his proximity.
This wasn't the only time he ended up having you close to him; being honest, it seems to have a personal liking to your presence. You doubt he was like that before your arrival (as you already spoke with Charlie about it), but he could be found anywhere you were. If you ended up helping fix the balcony fence, he was there behind you—you're glad he's at least silent—or when you are in the bar just scrolling through your phone and he is watching you from the other side of the room, not wanting to be near your technology artifacts, is he just trying to drive you mad? Even though that look of his seems to be asking for something you don't know, you won't ask what it is. Just wait to see how it goes.
 
His touch soon became more frequent. You often end up with your own theory that it's something involuntary, like something he doesn't even notice by the way it feels, like deep in the end he just wants to be touched but don't know how to ask for it. But with that demon, nothing is sure; everything he does used to be planned. That's why you found yourself confused and don't want to test your luck.
 
When you are in the lobby in the middle of one of Charlie's activities and his arm ends up holding you by his side.
Or when he just kisses the back of your hand every time you first see him in the morning and every time he leaves, no exceptions, that confusing look of his is always there.
Just about that, your hands—he often takes your hands. While you are in the kitchen and waiting for the pasta on the stove, one of your hands is resting on the counter as you hold a recipe book, reading the next steps. He's by your side the whole time; one of his hands takes your free hand, making you pause your reading and look at him in surprise for the sudden action. He says nothing, and both of you are standing there in silence until you have to go back to cook. However, he doesn't seem to want to let you go yet because he will follow you as you move around the kitchen.
 
From them, it seems that everyone is aware of this weird Alastor thing.
Nobody talks about it though—you are surprised as they have stayed out of the subject, just making silent bets about the cause of this behavior of his—but you know it wouldn't take long for someone to talk about it.
 
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The last time he put his hands on you, you were scared. So much has passed since the last time you felt this way. Anxious and terrified, everything around you was spinning; you had to run away from the hotel activities all day.
When Alastor found you in your room, you were a mess, all your stuff scattered around the room. You saw him from your seat in a corner on the other side of the room; the only candle in the nightstand seemed to be dead soon. He just stood there in front of you; you didn't even try to look up at him, just his shoes. You can tell so much about someone else by his shoes; his shoes seemed almost perfectly clean even after destroying his enemies. He's such a collected person that it scares you.
 
"Why, dear, would you look at me?" Alastor surely doesn't enjoy being ignored; you know that. You just couldn't find the strength to move when he spoke to you. It passed almost 5 minutes before you turned your head up, and he was so patient with you the whole time. "What is that troubling your mind, dear?"
 
You didn't respond right away; you're not sure how much time passed until you did it.
 
"It's just... everything." Your hands run around your face as you try not to have an attack right away in front of him. "I'm so scared, Alastor."
 
He just smiled; nothing was said; he didn't even try to touch your shoulder or hold you; he just smiled with that now so common smile of his, —you could swear it was the biggest smile you had seen on his face —one of his arms extended to you.
You have no idea why you did what you did; maybe he asked you directly, or you imagined it all, or his eyes showed what he wanted, or the candle in your room was one of Angel's drugs, or you just simply had a death wish. You don't know.
But you hugged him—just a hug—so hard that you could break his bones. When you took conscience about what you were doing, you tried to back down, not knowing how he could react to your contact.
But he didn't let you; his arm took you by the waist, and his staff was forgotten on the ground when he held your head against his shoulder.
 
You now understand why he always touched you. While you hands grabbed fists of his coat, he held you so tight, like it wasn't enough, and you just needed to be closer to him forever; he didn't want anything else.
So he did, he didn't let you go for a single moment that night; even when you were in bed, he held your hand the whole time. He just let you go the next morning when Vaggie insisted he needed to go do his job, even so he wouldn't forget to kiss your hand before he left. The ghost of his touch accompanied you all the time; it was like your body grew so used to his presence and his touch that you could feel it as a part of you.
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Touch Starved! Alastor folks!!! Alastor is such an interesting character to write! I want ro respect him so bad.
Likes and reblogs are appreciated 💞
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treasure-mimic · 1 year ago
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So, let me try and put everything together here, because I really do think it needs to be talked about.
Today, Unity announced that it intends to apply a fee to use its software. Then it got worse.
For those not in the know, Unity is the most popular free to use video game development tool, offering a basic version for individuals who want to learn how to create games or create independently alongside paid versions for corporations or people who want more features. It's decent enough at this job, has issues but for the price point I can't complain, and is the idea entry point into creating in this medium, it's a very important piece of software.
But speaking of tools, the CEO is a massive one. When he was the COO of EA, he advocated for using, what out and out sounds like emotional manipulation to coerce players into microtransactions.
"A consumer gets engaged in a property, they might spend 10, 20, 30, 50 hours on the game and then when they're deep into the game they're well invested in it. We're not gouging, but we're charging and at that point in time the commitment can be pretty high."
He also called game developers who don't discuss monetization early in the planning stages of development, quote, "fucking idiots".
So that sets the stage for what might be one of the most bald-faced greediest moves I've seen from a corporation in a minute. Most at least have the sense of self-preservation to hide it.
A few hours ago, Unity posted this announcement on the official blog.
Effective January 1, 2024, we will introduce a new Unity Runtime Fee that’s based on game installs. We will also add cloud-based asset storage, Unity DevOps tools, and AI at runtime at no extra cost to Unity subscription plans this November. We are introducing a Unity Runtime Fee that is based upon each time a qualifying game is downloaded by an end user. We chose this because each time a game is downloaded, the Unity Runtime is also installed. Also we believe that an initial install-based fee allows creators to keep the ongoing financial gains from player engagement, unlike a revenue share.
Now there are a few red flags to note in this pitch immediately.
Unity is planning on charging a fee on all games which use its engine.
This is a flat fee per number of installs.
They are using an always online runtime function to determine whether a game is downloaded.
There is just so many things wrong with this that it's hard to know where to start, not helped by this FAQ which doubled down on a lot of the major issues people had.
I guess let's start with what people noticed first. Because it's using a system baked into the software itself, Unity would not be differentiating between a "purchase" and a "download". If someone uninstalls and reinstalls a game, that's two downloads. If someone gets a new computer or a new console and downloads a game already purchased from their account, that's two download. If someone pirates the game, the studio will be asked to pay for that download.
Q: How are you going to collect installs? A: We leverage our own proprietary data model. We believe it gives an accurate determination of the number of times the runtime is distributed for a given project. Q: Is software made in unity going to be calling home to unity whenever it's ran, even for enterprice licenses? A: We use a composite model for counting runtime installs that collects data from numerous sources. The Unity Runtime Fee will use data in compliance with GDPR and CCPA. The data being requested is aggregated and is being used for billing purposes. Q: If a user reinstalls/redownloads a game / changes their hardware, will that count as multiple installs? A: Yes. The creator will need to pay for all future installs. The reason is that Unity doesn’t receive end-player information, just aggregate data. Q: What's going to stop us being charged for pirated copies of our games? A: We do already have fraud detection practices in our Ads technology which is solving a similar problem, so we will leverage that know-how as a starting point. We recognize that users will have concerns about this and we will make available a process for them to submit their concerns to our fraud compliance team.
This is potentially related to a new system that will require Unity Personal developers to go online at least once every three days.
Starting in November, Unity Personal users will get a new sign-in and online user experience. Users will need to be signed into the Hub with their Unity ID and connect to the internet to use Unity. If the internet connection is lost, users can continue using Unity for up to 3 days while offline. More details to come, when this change takes effect.
It's unclear whether this requirement will be attached to any and all Unity games, though it would explain how they're theoretically able to track "the number of installs", and why the methodology for tracking these installs is so shit, as we'll discuss later.
Unity claims that it will only leverage this fee to games which surpass a certain threshold of downloads and yearly revenue.
Only games that meet the following thresholds qualify for the Unity Runtime Fee: Unity Personal and Unity Plus: Those that have made $200,000 USD or more in the last 12 months AND have at least 200,000 lifetime game installs. Unity Pro and Unity Enterprise: Those that have made $1,000,000 USD or more in the last 12 months AND have at least 1,000,000 lifetime game installs.
They don't say how they're going to collect information on a game's revenue, likely this is just to say that they're only interested in squeezing larger products (games like Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail, Fate Grand Order, Among Us, and Fall Guys) and not every 2 dollar puzzle platformer that drops on Steam. But also, these larger products have the easiest time porting off of Unity and the most incentives to, meaning realistically those heaviest impacted are going to be the ones who just barely meet this threshold, most of them indie developers.
Aggro Crab Games, one of the first to properly break this story, points out that systems like the Xbox Game Pass, which is already pretty predatory towards smaller developers, will quickly inflate their "lifetime game installs" meaning even skimming the threshold of that 200k revenue, will be asked to pay a fee per install, not a percentage on said revenue.
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[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Hey Gamers!
Today, Unity (the engine we use to make our games) announced that they'll soon be taking a fee from developers for every copy of the game installed over a certain threshold - regardless of how that copy was obtained.
Guess who has a somewhat highly anticipated game coming to Xbox Game Pass in 2024? That's right, it's us and a lot of other developers.
That means Another Crab's Treasure will be free to install for the 25 million Game Pass subscribers. If a fraction of those users download our game, Unity could take a fee that puts an enormous dent in our income and threatens the sustainability of our business.
And that's before we even think about sales on other platforms, or pirated installs of our game, or even multiple installs by the same user!!!
This decision puts us and countless other studios in a position where we might not be able to justify using Unity for our future titles. If these changes aren't rolled back, we'll be heavily considering abandoning our wealth of Unity expertise we've accumulated over the years and starting from scratch in a new engine. Which is really something we'd rather not do.
On behalf of the dev community, we're calling on Unity to reverse the latest in a string of shortsighted decisions that seem to prioritize shareholders over their product's actual users.
I fucking hate it here.
-Aggro Crab - END DESCRIPTION]
That fee, by the way, is a flat fee. Not a percentage, not a royalty. This means that any games made in Unity expecting any kind of success are heavily incentivized to cost as much as possible.
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[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A table listing the various fees by number of Installs over the Install Threshold vs. version of Unity used, ranging from $0.01 to $0.20 per install. END DESCRIPTION]
Basic elementary school math tells us that if a game comes out for $1.99, they will be paying, at maximum, 10% of their revenue to Unity, whereas jacking the price up to $59.99 lowers that percentage to something closer to 0.3%. Obviously any company, especially any company in financial desperation, which a sudden anchor on all your revenue is going to create, is going to choose the latter.
Furthermore, and following the trend of "fuck anyone who doesn't ask for money", Unity helpfully defines what an install is on their main site.
While I'm looking at this page as it exists now, it currently says
The installation and initialization of a game or app on an end user’s device as well as distribution via streaming is considered an “install.” Games or apps with substantially similar content may be counted as one project, with installs then aggregated to calculate the Unity Runtime Fee.
However, I saw a screenshot saying something different, and utilizing the Wayback Machine we can see that this phrasing was changed at some point in the few hours since this announcement went up. Instead, it reads:
The installation and initialization of a game or app on an end user’s device as well as distribution via streaming or web browser is considered an “install.” Games or apps with substantially similar content may be counted as one project, with installs then aggregated to calculate the Unity Runtime Fee.
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That would mean web browser games made in Unity would count towards this install threshold. You could legitimately drive the count up simply by continuously refreshing the page. The FAQ, again, doubles down.
Q: Does this affect WebGL and streamed games? A: Games on all platforms are eligible for the fee but will only incur costs if both the install and revenue thresholds are crossed. Installs - which involves initialization of the runtime on a client device - are counted on all platforms the same way (WebGL and streaming included).
And, what I personally consider to be the most suspect claim in this entire debacle, they claim that "lifetime installs" includes installs prior to this change going into effect.
Will this fee apply to games using Unity Runtime that are already on the market on January 1, 2024? Yes, the fee applies to eligible games currently in market that continue to distribute the runtime. We look at a game's lifetime installs to determine eligibility for the runtime fee. Then we bill the runtime fee based on all new installs that occur after January 1, 2024.
Again, again, doubled down in the FAQ.
Q: Are these fees going to apply to games which have been out for years already? If you met the threshold 2 years ago, you'll start owing for any installs monthly from January, no? (in theory). It says they'll use previous installs to determine threshold eligibility & then you'll start owing them for the new ones. A: Yes, assuming the game is eligible and distributing the Unity Runtime then runtime fees will apply. We look at a game's lifetime installs to determine eligibility for the runtime fee. Then we bill the runtime fee based on all new installs that occur after January 1, 2024.
That would involve billing companies for using their software before telling them of the existence of a bill. Holding their actions to a contract that they performed before the contract existed!
Okay. I think that's everything. So far.
There is one thing that I want to mention before ending this post, unfortunately it's a little conspiratorial, but it's so hard to believe that anyone genuinely thought this was a good idea that it's stuck in my brain as a significant possibility.
A few days ago it was reported that Unity's CEO sold 2,000 shares of his own company.
On September 6, 2023, John Riccitiello, President and CEO of Unity Software Inc (NYSE:U), sold 2,000 shares of the company. This move is part of a larger trend for the insider, who over the past year has sold a total of 50,610 shares and purchased none.
I would not be surprised if this decision gets reversed tomorrow, that it was literally only made for the CEO to short his own goddamn company, because I would sooner believe that this whole thing is some idiotic attempt at committing fraud than a real monetization strategy, even knowing how unfathomably greedy these people can be.
So, with all that said, what do we do now?
Well, in all likelihood you won't need to do anything. As I said, some of the biggest names in the industry would be directly affected by this change, and you can bet your bottom dollar that they're not just going to take it lying down. After all, the only way to stop a greedy CEO is with a greedier CEO, right?
(I fucking hate it here.)
And that's not mentioning the indie devs who are already talking about abandoning the engine.
[Links display tweets from the lead developer of Among Us saying it'd be less costly to hire people to move the game off of Unity and Cult of the Lamb's official twitter saying the game won't be available after January 1st in response to the news.]
That being said, I'm still shaken by all this. The fact that Unity is openly willing to go back and punish its developers for ever having used the engine in the past makes me question my relationship to it.
The news has given rise to the visibility of free, open source alternative Godot, which, if you're interested, is likely a better option than Unity at this point. Mostly, though, I just hope we can get out of this whole, fucking, environment where creatives are treated as an endless mill of free profits that's going to be continuously ratcheted up and up to drive unsustainable infinite corporate growth that our entire economy is based on for some fuckin reason.
Anyways, that's that, I find having these big posts that break everything down to be helpful.
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jj-one · 7 months ago
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MIND GAMES ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
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── ✧ ˚. ꒰ pairing ꒱ ˒˓ bf!Jungkook x gf!reader ˒˓ established relationship genre/tags. smut, v small amount of angst, fluff, thigh riding, face sitting, body worshipping, jk lowkey simping hella hard in this & we love to see it <3 words. 1.4k
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“Can you stop ignoring me please? It's driving me crazy.” You whine to your nonchalant boyfriend, urging him to mutter at least one word.
He has been giving you the silent treatment since this morning. You and Jungkook got into a petty argument that could've been easily resolved within seconds had he not just stormed out mid-convo.
Rightfully so— you were upset by him not wanting to talk things out and he got all defensive by saying you were ‘overreacting’. The bickering only spiraled from there and once you realized you had to leave for work you left without even saying goodbye.
You felt bad for not at least giving a peck on the cheek but you were slightly annoyed by how immature he could be at times. Once you came back home, you wanted to talk with him immediately to patch things up yet he's still being difficult with you. His silence was speaking mere volumes.
“So you're really going to play that game now huh? You know you can't ignore me forever Kook.” You snicker, all those pent up emotions filling you with an intense longing for him. “Can you say something?”
Jungkook remained quiet as a mouse, still refusing to speak, just sitting there examining you. Taking all of you in, basking in his own little glory. He wasn't trying to ignore you at first but now it has turned into a game for him. His only goal was seeing how far he could push your buttons until you break.
There was nothing more frustrating than craving someone's affection. His affection. Usually he'd give it to you on a silver platter, spoiling you with all the love and attention he could provide. But today — you were gonna have to work for it, and that you did.
Since talking wasn't the solution you try your best guess and think of something else. That's when an evil plan struck your mind — you were going to get a word of out him one way or another.
You were still wearing your work clothes so you strip naked right in front him, taking off every piece of clothing to only leave you in your panties. He tried to make it not so obvious that he was staring but you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. Still quiet, he looks up at you with his big, brown doe eyes — glancing over every inch of your bare form.
Licking his lips while leaning back on the couch he takes in all of you, losing himself in your alluring gaze. As much as he wanted to believe he had all the control in this situation, you played a deafening role in making sure this won't be an easy win for him.
As soon as you fully undressed you make your way over to Jungkook, subtly swaying your hips to send a rise out of him. Walking up to your boyfriend you find yourself straddling his thighs between your legs, the bitter silence only creating a thicker tension. His face looked so innocent, you couldn't help but go in to kiss him. Grabbing the side of his face to pull him in for a sweet, sensual kiss, molding your lips to match his hungry movement.
He was passionate with the kiss — almost leaving you winded by the end. You could tell that he's been holding that in since this morning, you couldn't open your eyes afterwards, savoring in the taste of him on your tongue.
“I'm an asshole, sorry y/n. I don't know why I do the things I do sometimes… but l'm thankful I have someone as patient as you in my life.” Jungkook finally spoke, his gentle tone brings you a familiar source of comfort.
Heated make outs turned you both into even more dangerous territory. A constant rush of heat surges throughout your body, leading all the way down to your aching core, you swung your head back in pleasure while riding your boyfriend's pretty, muscular thighs. The light-blue distressed jeans he wore showing just the slightest bit of skin to make you go feral. The weak, sweaty kisses in between rutting against him — the friction of his jeans grazing over your clothed heat, making you feverishly whimper out for him.
Jungkook couldn't keep his hands off you if he tried. Everything about you is absolutely stunning and perfect to him. His hands dance along the perimeters of your body, tracing every line and curve of your heavenly beauty — embarking on the notion that you are all his. He needs to show how grateful and lucky he is to have you more often.
“God... need you so bad right now..I don't wanna waste another second without having my cock inside you.” He keens, migrating his lips up the side of your earlobe.
He's going to have to put in the work to get a reward like that though.
“I want you to eat me out then we can talk later.” You boldly counter, not even giving him an option at this point.
His face lights up with an idea, “Wanna sit on my face princess?” You nod right away, letting Jungkook maneuver you to the side so he could lye down comfortably — he looks up at you with wandering eyes as you go in for another kiss. He hums into the kiss, moving his hands to grab your ass. It's beginning to become too unbearable to keep your panties on.
Breaking the kiss to remove your soaked underwear, you toss them on the floor and meet your boyfriend's handsome face once again.
The anticipation was killing him, he couldn't wait to devour your pretty little pussy already ;( As soon as you positioned yourself below him, he held onto your thighs with both hands — making eye contact with you as he pressed a kiss to your swollen bud.
Any minor touch to your clit makes you overtly sensitive, letting out a tiny mewl from the light action. His lips part open to dip his tongue into your wetness, “mmmh... fuck Koo” you hiss, already needing to brace yourself to not cum early. His mouth always works magic on you, leaving you with an earth-shattering orgasm every single time.
He flattens his tongue completely now, dragging a long stripe across your slit, drinking up all your essence, letting none of you go to waste. His face was so deeply buried into you all you could see now was the top of his head — grabbing a fistful of his messy hair to pull on later. You rock your hips back and forth to build more movement, grinding on his face while not having a care in the world if he could breathe or not.
From the looks of it, there were no complications on his end since he started moaning against you — the vibrations sending instant chills to your spine. You feel his nose brush up against your bundle of nerves, his tongue appears again to spread it’s brutal attack on your clit. His warmth on the sensitive sprout makes you jut your hips into a hastier motion.
“Shit... keep going just like that…i'll cum all over your face,” you cry out, feeling yourself close to making a huge mess and creaming all over his face.
“Cum on my face please, my precious little doll.” He only breaks away to say that quickly and attaches hisself back instantly.
Those words did it for you, it was like ultimate green light to reaching your climax. Two digits enter your weeping cunt and his tongue goes back to sucking on your puffy abused clit — the knot in your stomach tightens as he produces sloppier licks to your leaking folds.
A lusty, guttural moan escaped your lips, screaming your boyfriend's name at the top of your lungs. Jungkook keeps your hips steady with a tight grasp to help ride out your intense high; his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping. His face saturated with the glint of your sweet nectar, he licks his lips and savors the delicious taste of you, there's nothing that'll ever compare.
"So beautiful my baby.. so fucking gorgeous.." he chants under his breath, kissing the apex of your thighs. He'll never get tired of admiring your pretty body— or you in general.
Jungkook has always been more of a giver than a receiver, he likes to watch his partner writhe under him, loves when they cry and violently shake while he's giving them the most pleasurable moments of their life. He also likes to get what he wants in the end but that isn't always needed for him to be satisfied. He'll get his nut eventually, but in the meantime he's going to keep playing with you some more.
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ssahotchnerr · 2 months ago
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hey i tried to see if requests are open but can’t see anything, so hungover!reader x hotch? 🙏🙏
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cw; fem bau!reader, drinking mentions, hangover talk and symptoms, fluff <3
There was a brief moment of peace when you stirred. Being pulled from such heavy sleep, a moment of solitude, before you met consciousness with excruciating pain. Regret was the next sensation to sweep through your body, until your awareness vaguely focused elsewhere. You either heard footsteps nearing, or it was the repetitive throb in your head.
Aaron had a key to your place and he had let himself in. You hadn't answered any calls or texts, and he was partially worried (he had known you were going out the night prior, and did return home safely). His concerned look turned to a sweetly pitiful one as he saw you lying there, hazily blinking up at him.
"Hi sweetheart."
"Aaron?" Your head rose, your voice hoarse as it exited your lips, your dry throat to blame. You cursed your hangover for dulling the usual excitement whenever you caught sight of him. "What're you doing here?"
"We had brunch plans."
Your brows scrunched in confusion, as well as your eyes as they attempted to adjust to the light. "What time is it?" You could've answered your own question by peering at the clock besides you, but you didn't dare turn your head. The more you moved, the worse.
Aaron checked his watch, moving his jacket sleeve to view it, "Half past noon."
At his words, your eyes widened. The sudden shock interfered with your head, causing the pounding to only elevate.
"Oh god I'm sorry." You facepalmed by use of your pillow, the momentary darkness enhancing the dizziness behind your eyelids. "I'm awful."
"I wouldn't go that far." Aaron teased lightly as he sat on the bed besides you, his hand finding your back and sliding his palm along it softly. "Crazy night with the girls?"
"Penelope tried- created a new concoction of drinks." A wave of nausea hit you from the memory, your stomach swirling. You scowled in disgust, "Seemed like a good idea at the time."
Aaron hummed in response, another pitiful smile tugging on his face as you groaned. He felt bad you felt bad. He's had his fair share of hangovers, sure, but never one at the hands of Penelope.
"I'm never drinking again." With all you had left in you, you forced your head to lift to defeatedly meet his eyes. "I'm sorry. I did have an alarm set. Or... I think? I must've slept through it."
"No it's okay, I figured. Knowing them, we shouldn't have made plans for the following morning." He flashed you an understanding smile, his hand stopping and giving you an affectionate tap.
"Probably a good idea."
"I can take an accurate guess, but how are you feeling?"
"Like the jet ran me over."
"That bad?"
"Penelope called her drink moonlight mojito blitz." Again, you nearly gagged at the thought, Aaron himself made a face. "Or something of the sort. I don't know, it had a complex name one way or another."
"Lucky for you then, I have more simply named reinforcements ." Aaron offered, gesturing to your bedside table. "Gatorade, water, ibuprofen, which I'm judging by the strain on your face, you should take now." He reached for the container, dumping the tablets into his palm. "Down the hatch."
You weakly sat up against your pillow, holding out your own hand. As you did what you were told, he produced the Gatorade.
"Drink up."
You winced at the words, "I'm having flashbacks."
He laughed softly, the sound enough to soothe any hangover, or plainly anything. "Sorry, but I'm serious. You need the electrolytes, I won't allow dehydration if I can help it. You'll need to eat something too, but that can wait at least. Until-"
You finished for him, taking a generous sip. "Until the room stops spinning."
"That's right," Aaron offered you another small, closed lip smile. "Can I get you anything else?"
You peered up at him, playing up the hopefulness in your eyes. The visual was for effect really, you knew he would implement anything you asked, as he always did. "My favorite pillow?"
"Sure honey, where-"
"You." You grabbed his wrist, weakly tugging him towards you and trying your hardest to not let your grasp drop despite the downward, heavy pull. "You're my favorite pillow."
Aaron slid besides you easily, and before he was thoroughly comfortable or settled, were you clinging onto him. Your face buried itself into the skin of his neck, while one of your legs lazily draped over his waist. He molded just as equally into your body too.
Your head was still spinning - part of you feared it would never cease - but Aaron's contact allowed some sense of stillness. Like you weren't going to be picked up and somehow carried away; he would ensure you were close and grounded.
"Is this really all you need?" Due to your close proximity, you could feel his voice vibrating through his chest. "Can't I do anything more? Is the room too warm? Too bright?"
You shook your head, tightening your leg's hold on him. There was a playful tone in your voice, "I may need you to hold my hair back later."
"You say the most romantic things to me." Aaron chuckled, his lips tugging into a smile before pressing his lips atop your head. He quipped back gently, "Looking forward to it."
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changetyre · 11 months ago
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Can you feed me a fic?
Reader being Landos/Oscars gf and she wears something w big boobage so the boobs are unmissable and the bf eyes just don’t leave her cleavage for a damn time and he gently touches them and goes oink oink
Or he gets turned on and they have a spicy time in his drivers room
Or both
Stay hydrated love
One each II LN4 x Reader x OP81 ⓈⒽ
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SUMMARY: Your boyfriends were so different to each other but when it came to you they were both a menace.
WARNINGS: Suggestive content...18+? First non smut fic here wow!
A/N: I know the request said one or the other but why limit ourselves like that you know I'm a sucker for poly fics anyways ;) This is short but open to making a part 2 if requested 👀
"You're going to dinner in that?" Oscar asked utter shock audible in his voice as he stared unashamedly at your chest.
"Well yeah, I-" You were about to explain when your other boyfriend walked out of the bathroom.
"WOAH!" His eyes opened wide, a smile forming on his face as he stared right at your boobs.
You'd bought yourself what you thought was a nice fancy dress for the end-of-year McLaren dinner they were going to with your boys, yes it was a little more revealing than usual but you didn't expect the boys to be this shocked about it.
"Come to Daddy." Lando giggled as he approached you with his pointer finger before poking one boob and then the other. "oink oink." He poked each one as he said so.
Lando giggled while Oscar simply rolled his eyes at his man's antics unable to hold back the smile. Oscar was often more serious and reserved while Lando was as immature as they came often saying the first thing that came to mind something that frequently got him in trouble.
"Why are you showing everyone our babies?" Oscar asked this time as he cupped your breasts on each side squeezing them together creating even more cleavage between the slit of your dress.
You weren't even surprised with the boys touching you so much often having a hard time with keeping their hands to themselves but you still found their behavior right now hilarious.
"It's a dinner dress you muppets. Now be sensible and keep your hands off...and eyes up here." You stepped back causing Oscar's hands to fall at his sides yet you still saw how both their eyes kept staring straight at your boobs.
"BOYS!" You clapped in front of their faces making them snap out of their trance.
"aww, but baby." Lando pouted at the fact that you wouldn't let him stare.
"Right, I'm gonna change." You sighed defeated as you noticed even Oscar was having a hard time not staring and he was normally the one with a little more self-control.
"NO!" They both shouted at the same time, Oscar grabbing your hand to stop you.
"No, don't...we'll behave." Oscar tried to remain serious but you saw the little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Can we at least give you a kiss? One each?" Lando asked, a smirk visible in his face which you knew meant he was up to something.
"Yeah..." You replied unsure of what he had planned.
"Kay." He chirped happily leaning forward, you puckered your lips ready for the kiss but jumped slightly when you felt his lips against your left boob and then your right.
"Lando!" you yelled when you felt his teeth on your right boob.
"My turn." Oscar leaned down kissing your right boob and then your left as you also felt his teeth on your left boob this time.
"BOYS!" You pushed Oscar back quickly running to the bathroom to see the quickly forming mark on each of your boobs.
"What is your problem?" You called out to them coming back out to see them both proudly smirking at each other.
"C, mon let's go to dinner we don't wanna be late." Oscar reached his hand out to you.
"I can't go to dinner with a hickie on each boob!" You huffed annoyed.
"Sure you can." Lando shrugged.
"We have to make sure everyone knows what's ours," Oscar replied.
You felt tingles run through your body in between your legs as Oscar said so, suddenly finding yourself speechless.
"C, mon darling." Oscar walked to you placing his hand around your waist before he pulled you to him giving you a quick yet passionate kiss, feeling as his tongue traced your lips before pulling away.
You didn't even have time to catch your breath before you were pulled to your other side where Lando did the same kissing you as if he was trying to collect the spit Oscar had just left on your lips.
"mhm." You moaned/whined as you felt Lando pulling away.
Your lips were glistening with the spit of both your boys as you stood breathless between them.
"Off we go then." Lando took your other hand while Oscar still held your other as they walked you out, their plan of getting you hot and bothered off to a great start.
Part 2
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jedi-starbird · 10 months ago
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A happier galaxy where the disaster lineage is somewhat less on fire constantly and senior padawan Obi-wan has developed a fixation on Mandalorians:
Sometimes Feemor regretted just how much he had given away when he had spent 5 expensive months bribing a traumatised Obi-wan to call him brother when he was 14. His dignity, for one, his access codes and shadow cloaking techniques, another. So he had a very dignified reaction when he was awoken to the shine of his younger brother's eyes in the dark at the foot of his bed. "I wou-stop screaming it's just me-I would like a Mandalorian. How do I procure one?"
"How the fuck should I know?"
Obi-wan scowled as if Feemor was being difficult, he wasn't, he wasn't quite awake enough for that yet. "You're a shadow, you're supposed to know things."
Ah, if being a shadow granted you the secrets of the universe instead of just a great many planetary governments, Feemor wouldn't spend so much time wondering what dark rituals Dooku had committed to result in Qui-gon Jinn. (He already knew what regular rituals Qui-gon had committed to result in Obi-wan)
"I know that I'm about to punt you out of my room right now."
"...My birthday is coming up, I believe I deserve compensation for all the traumas."
Obi-wan's eyes were very big now. Feemor sighed. He flopped back down into bed. He resisted the urge to pull his blankets back up and roll over. 'Oh sure when it's time to see mind healers everything's fine but now-'
"Shouldn't you be asking Master then?"
"Master would not approve of how I plan to use the Mandalorian."
He squinted at Obi-wan for a long moment. Obi-wan stared back. He did some quick mental maths and tried not to feel old. Eh. Fine. Feemor swung his legs out of bed. "You had me at 'Master wouldn't approve'."
"Do you think I could get one by walking into little Keldabe and asking very nicely?"
As it turns out, yes he could. A few too many in fact, apparently Jedi, their ancestral enemy, in the Mando district attracted attention, who knew? Feemor knew, Feemor would have known if only he had been properly awake when this semblence of a plan was proposed. He stalked through the cantina towards Obi-wan who was leaning slightly forwards against a pillar, ah...speaking, to a Mandalorian with painted orange armour while surrounded by a larger crowd of Mandos. At least they seem mostly amused. He ignored the youngers squawk as he yanked the back of his robes so that he moved away from the Mandalorian and spun him around.
"You cannot solve centuries of animosity by batting your eyelashes."
"I'm not batting my eyelashes " Obi-wan sniffed," I'm shaking my ass, there's decidedly more effort involved."
"I miss when I was an only child." Feemor sighed deeply. He used the force to scruff the neck of Obi-wan's robes and dangle him slightly in the air. He ignored the shouting from beside him and bowed politely to the staring Mandos. "My apologies for the disturbance, this will not happ-" He considered his brother who was now yelling out his personal comm code with a wink. " Please excuse us, this very probably will happen again, we shall workshop it. May the force be with you all."
I don't have a fully planned AU but it is Codywan!!! cause I love those bitches but have some more dialogue I came up with for this AU. I'm imagining them both as like 20-23, Obi's close to knighthood. He's still a padawan for this because I think him causing Qui-gon headaches is funny. Feemor fully thinks this complicated courtship dance Obi's created is funny, he likes studying his little brother like a bug, he just wasn't prepared for him to just waltz into little kelbade and start hitting on people, though he really should have been.
Hand wavy timeline with Jaster alive but the clones are still clones, Jango was kidnapped and held in stasis or something, Jaster claimed them as Mandos. This is really just about Obi's first and biggest diplomatic achivement being friendly Jedi-Mando relations purely cause he was in his thot era. This also somehow saves the galaxy from the sith.
I like to imagine that Cody's brothers recorded that little exchange between Fee and Obi on their helmets and uploaded it online where it went viral on MandoNet before going viral galaxywide because wait holy shit is that a Jedi saying that????. Qui-gon gets called in for a very weird meeting where the council's like ok so the entire holonet has seen your padawan being horny on main but also this is like the biggest jump in our diplomatic relationship with the Mandos in centuries so like can we keep this up somehow? This results in Obi-wan being holonet famous, first through vode recordings but then he starts a space tumblr and twitter account and he's famous now. Then his friends and other jedi start accounts because wait we're allowed to do that? and those become big as well and this is literally the best PR the jedi have had in hundreds of years. the holonet loves them. the sith are fuming.
Obi-wan, scoffing: What were they gonna do? Shoot me? Feemor: Yes. Obi-wan: I don't believe in blasters. Bly: ...like as a concept...? Obi-wan: No, spiritually.
Obi-wan: I'm sure there's a nice Mandalorian we can find for you Feemor: I'm not sure those 2 words belong together Obi-wan: No of course not, we can't find a nice one, then they'd be all alone, we need to find an absolute bastard of one so that you two match :)
Obi-wan: Oh so Master gets to take in pathetic life forms but I don't? This one's already domesticated! Wolffe: Debatable. Feemor: Cody's a person! Not a stray tooka! Obi-wan: Master takes in stray people all the time! That's how he got me!
Qui-gon: How do you explain this behaviour Padawan ? Obi-wan: The force pushed me towards the Mandalorians Master, it was quite insistent on me developing better relations with them given our difficult history. Feemor: Fascinating, please do elaborate, I'd love to hear the theological implications of a force-assigned kink.
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ohmygraves · 9 months ago
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ghost, but as your fake boyfriend.
you were panicking.
your mother had called earlier, asking if you could come home for a few days. apparently, your brother had returned from overseas, and she called to let you know that every single member of your family would be there. a small family reunion, if you will. of course, she expected you to show up too, perhaps bring that boyfriend of yours you always told them about.
which was a problem because one, you don't have a boyfriend, and two, you have lied to your family for years and now it's come to bite you in the ass.
you didn't even know why you did it in the first place. perhaps the constant pestering and questions about "when will you get married?" is starting to bother you, especially when it came from so many of your relatives, wondering if you'd settle down already instead of being out there in danger all the time. perhaps you just want them to leave you alone and stop worrying about your wellbeing. after all, you're an adult, and it's just annoying to hear the same thing over and over again every single time when you went home for christmas.
so, you created this narrative of a "boyfriend", who you'd talk about when your parents called. a boyfriend who is tall, handsome, and loves you for who you are. a boyfriend who you'd live with and maybe plan on marrying too in the future. a boyfriend that is so much of a textbook nice guy that your family would approve of even if it sounds too good to be true.
you're not sure who to ask. soap would be your best bet, but he would be away on a mission at that date. which was unfortunate, he seemed really excited to play fake boyfriend with you. gaz just ran out of leave for this month, so he's out too. price is too old, your family would question it.
that leaves just one person...
"lt, can you do me a favor? please, just this once."
ghost turned towards you, leaning back and letting you explain. you told him that you need him to be your fake boyfriend for a family event.
unsurprisingly, he was very quick to stand up and leave you alone, not wanting to deal with your bullshit. still, you catch up to him, trying to convince him with whatever it is you could offer.
after a few rounds of convincing, tailing him for three days and nights, constantly pestering him, and some offers of the finest whiskey and whatever he wanted, ghost finally relented. it didn't take long for the two of you to fly back to your hometown two days before the family reunion, the two of you taking a week of leave from the base with very little trouble. you assumed that ghost had something to do with it.
before you arrived, you had to give him a rundown on what to expect, what questions will be asked and how to answer them for it to make sense in the web of lies you've created. he was definitely not thrilled, telling you that he got this... whatever "this" was supposed to be. you were nervous, hoping that things will actually go well.
surprisingly, ghost did keep true to his words. walking into your childhood home, he held your waist, keeping you close to him, even would act nicer to your nosy relatives (which, of course, was not surprising when you feel his grip got tighter around you).
dinner was quite cozy, everyone seemed to enjoy his presence and kept asking you if you two will end up married. ghost said something vague that made you blush, and while it embarrassed you, it got everyone to stop talking about it.
when the crowd dissolved, you took ghost to go see your childhood bedroom, closing the door behind him as you thanked him for doing you a good favor, and that you won't forget all about this. you didn't even realize that he stepped closer to you, too absorbed in gushing how successful the night has been, pulling you close and planting a kiss on your lips. it shut you up.
"... did you just kissed me?"
"mmhm. i reckon i deserve at least that, huh love?"
"i suppose you do..."
he kissed you once more. well, at least you won't have to lie about your fake boyfriend anymore.
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factual-fantasy · 3 months ago
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*Pulles out the Welcome Home Wiki and clears throat*
So, to start with, are there any elements of the Welcome home crew being a tv show? Any "neighbor" that Wally talks too?
Who would be the most likely to figure out Wally's house is alive? Can Home speak or are they limited to onomatopoeias?
Canonically, Wally can only do the Mash Potato, is your version of him a better or worse dancer? Is anyone particularly skilled at something you wouldn't think they'd be? (eg: Frank having mad crochet skills)
Who feels the most comfortable around Wally? Are any of the neighbors unerved by his sleep depreived behaviors at times?
If Poppy found Sally as a youngin, how did that happen on a scale of Thumbalina to Stitch?
How much of a jokster is Barnaby, has he ever gone too far with his jokes? What's his go to for lifting the spirits of his neighbors?
Does Julie love games just as much here? If so, how strict is she with the rules of them? Especially safety rules. Does she create new games often or stick with the same couple and occasionally introduce new ones as the current ones become less fun?
How much of a bug lover is Frank? Does it ever bother him that all his friends names end with -ly/ie and his last name does that instead of his first?
What is your current idea for Sally? More gremlin or fancy? Maybe a bit of both, reserving all her self-control for the stage?
Is Howdy's bugdega his most prized possession, or no more then it would be for a normal person? How receptive is he to jokes?
Would the town of Welcome Home still use Jokes are currency, or would you switch it to a more standard kind of money?
Hope that's enough for ya XD
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XD I couldn't help myself, I interpreted that question about Franks name as a funny drawing prompt! XDD Now onto your other questions..
1: Are there any elements of the Welcome home crew being a tv show? Any "neighbor" that Wally talks too?
Nahh, there aren't any elements of their world being a show or a Y/N and/or neighbor that Wally talks too. Its just the neighbors and their world is very real to them! :0
2: Who would be the most likely to figure out Wally's house is alive? Can Home speak or are they limited to onomatopoeias?
I don't have any plans for anyone to find out Home is alive.. but if anyone ever did, Wally, Eddie and Barnaby would be good candidates. Wally because he lives there and is pretty sensitive to Home's energy. Eddie because he is very sensitive to homes energy.. and Barnaby, because he's really close to Wally and is looking in on this situation with a clear and level head. Perhaps he would notice things that Eddie and Wally are too scatterbrained to notice..
Also yes! :0 Home cannot speak and is limited to onomatopoeias!
3: Canonically, Wally can only do the Mash Potato, is your version of him a better or worse dancer?
I'd like to think my Wally is capable of learning new dances, but he's just not particularly interested.. <XD so yeah! Only the mashed potato for my Wally too XDD
4: Is anyone particularly skilled at something you wouldn't think they'd be?
I have a few in mind for surprising skills! My Barnaby is surprisingly good at sewing! He learned it from his mama 🥺💞💞 Julie is- well, to the surprise of the neighbors at least- really good at making campfires from scratch and other outdoorsy things! :0 And lastly, Eddie is known for being clumsy and forgetful.. but surprisingly he has fantastic handwriting. Beautiful cursive, perfectly spaced out, perfect punctuation, never smudges, all the "I"s are dotted and every "T" is crossed. He never has to erase and never spells anything wrong! Eddie doesn't know how he got so good at it.. Its just always been like that he says. hmm..
Technically Barnaby would feel the most comfortable around Wally, since they're best friends an all.. :0 But no one is uncomfortable around Wally due to his sleepy behaviors! The neighbors mostly feel pity for the poor guy.. it cant be fun to never get a good nights sleep..
5: Who feels the most comfortable around Wally? Are any of the neighbors unnerved by his sleep deprived behaviors at times?
6: If Poppy found Sally as a youngin, how did that happen on a scale of Thumbalina to Stitch?
I cant really remember the stories of Stitch and Thumbalina that well... but I'd say it might be more like Stitch..? <XD Sally was super excited to explore everything and go everywhere. So she was quite the handful! Like I think Stitch was..?
7: How much of a jokester is Barnaby, has he ever gone too far with his jokes? What's his go to for lifting the spirits of his neighbors?
Barnaby is a Sans level jokester XDD Fitting puns and jokes into almost every other sentence! But thankfully he's rather observant and doesn't ever go too far. He knows what jokes are and are not appropriate to say around certain neighbors. He also can tell if its a good or bad time to crack a joke.. when it comes to lifting the spirits of his neighbors.. his go-to will depend on the neighbor. For Howdy, Julie or Eddie, he just needs a few good jokes with maybe a sprinkle of life advice in there to get them smiling again.
For Poppy or Wally, his go-to is usually to talk to them rather seriously and figure out what's wrong..
If Poppy is upset, it usually because she's anxious about something. So Barnaby will try to figure out what's wrong so he can help her fix the problem or maybe comfort her if its worry over nothing..
If Wally is visibly upset, usually that means something is really wrong.. Barnaby probably wont let up in until he figures out what happened and is able to help his poor buddy..
8: Does Julie love games just as much here? If so, how strict is she with the rules of them? Especially safety rules. Does she create new games often or stick with the same couple and occasionally introduce new ones as the current ones become less fun?
I'd like to think that my Julie loves games too! :)) She is lenient on any and all rules if all the other players agree to it. In a way changing the rules creates a whole new game! But safety rules are no breakers! Gotta keep her friends safe after all! And I think Julie only switches it up and tries new games once her neighbors are bored with the current selection :00
9: How much of a bug lover is Frank?
Well considering my Frank moved to this neighborhood specifically so he could study and live alongside all the creepy crawlies there.. I'd says he loves them with all his heart! XDDD (Also never call them creepy crawlies around Frank, he hates that!)
10: What is your current idea for Sally? More gremlin or fancy? Maybe a bit of both, reserving all her self-control for the stage?
Right now I'm resisting the urge to make her a 100% chaotic gremlin <XDD Since I don't know if that fits her canon character very well.. I'm leaning more towards a passionate and sassy theater kid atm 🤣🤣🤣
11: Is Howdy's bugdega his most prized possession, or no more then it would be for a normal person? How receptive is he to jokes?
(AOIJASJFF I JUST GOT IT-- BUGDEGA XDD) Its his most prized possession! He treats it better than he does himself to be honest! <XDD And he has a great passion for the quality of the products he sells too!
As for jokes, my Howdy loves a good joke. There's a rumor if you make him laugh, he'll give you a discount! 👀👀
12: Would the town of Welcome Home still use Jokes are currency, or would you switch it to a more standard kind of money?
The canon uses jokes as currency?? :0 Huh.. I didn't know that, I intended to make my neighbors all have jobs. But I guess that begs the question, what jobs do they have.. I guess that's still a work in progress <XD
Anyways- thank you for all the questions! :DD These were a blast to answer, and I hope you had fun reading them! XDD
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mygnolia · 5 months ago
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say it. say you love me. - hyung line vers.
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or....perhaps not the first, but the most memorable of times they’ve said i love you. 
pair: hyung line x reader (separate) | genre: comfort, fluff, minor angst | wc: 1.3k | cw: everyone is over 21, alcohol consumption (jake) kisses hehe MAKNAE LINE VERS.
a/n: some r angst some r comfort some are me silently begging to be loved i fear. also bye why did it go from total angst n comfort where reader is sobbing to nervous enha and kisses...u can never stray away from love LMFAOOO
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ LEE HEESEUNG
'i love you,  i know i don't say it enough.'
lee heeseung, who knows he’s created a rift between you and him the more he devotes himself to his work, and the less he responds to your texts and messages, the more you worry.
lee heeseung, who sees you in your room with tears in your eyes as you write in your journal how you feel, the songs of your playlist emcompassing the melancholic insecurities that continue to choke you out. 
“you don’t love me anymore, do you?” you confess your amalgamation of issues, afraid that his lack of availability and excuses stem from his loss of feelings. 
and lee heeseung lays with you, refusing to let the exhaustion creep into his bones until he’s quelled your fears. “I know you keep hearing it, but it really is work.” he pairs his explanations with begging texts from his boss and team as evidence, followed by his refusal but eventual acceptance. it’s overtime, and he promises himself he’ll treat you both to a trip with the three day weekend coming up. and he’s been too tired to even realize how aloof he sounds, until he hears your quiet and vulnerable explanations. “i’m sorry, ____. I promise, it’s not what you think. i’ve been meaning to ask to take you out down south a bit, yeah? just us, over that three day weekend. it’s what i’ve been planning. i’m sorry I haven’t noticed how I’ve made you feel, my love.” Although you still have to take deep breaths and slowly calm yourself, you let him dote on you, wiping away tears and placing small kisses on your forehead. 
“say it, heeseung.” and he knows immediately.
“i love you, ___.” his eyes glitter with affection as he cups your jaw, his forehead against yours. “i love you, and i know i don’t say it enough.”
more under the cut!
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ PARK JONGSEONG
'i love you, and it drives me crazy.'
park jay, who swears he would never let it happen to him, he swears he would never be caught purposely in the rain, but his heart falls into reckless abandon; and it falls for you, vehemently. some would say it’s cliche. jay thinks it’s simply a byproduct of his feelings for you.
park jay, who knocks at your door repeatedly, the rain soaking him down to the bone. he knows he’ll catch a cold, but the craziest thing about being in love is that he truly doesn’t care.
you open your door, annoyed at who could be out at the hour. “jay, what the hell? you have a flight tomorrow!”
“i love you.” he confesses, like it’s torture to contain. “i love you, and it drives me crazy.” 
your words feel caught up in your mouth, suddenly dry and without response. “i swear, ____. I don’t care that we’re friends, i don’t care that i leave for a month tomorrow. i stay up at night because you are all I think about. And I can’t come home to an empty apartment without at least trying to gain the courage to ask you to join me there.” 
you think you could cry, honestly, when you step into the rain and wrap your arms around him, pulling jay into a slow kiss. you don’t need words to describe how you feel, only reprimanding his recklessness. “i’m glad it only took two years for you to feel the same.” you finally tell him. he drips on your floor as you two hurry across the wood to dry off.
you don’t care that he makes a mess, and it doesn’t matter that he has to borrow your clothes. you’ll move out soon, anyways.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ PARK SUNGHOON
'i love you,  and i hope you feel the same.'
park sunghoon, who feels stupid asking you out on your fifth date as a couple, standing outside your door with yet another bouquet of flowers. the man feels like he’s in high-school once more, but swears that you deserve nothing but the best, however cliche. 
park sunghoon, who does not know the aching feeling of love and how exhilarating it feels to hold your hand, willing to palms not to get clammy and for his racing heart to slow down when he sees your smile again.
sunghoon always brings you on the most well thought-out dates. drives to the flower fields are filled with boxes and wrapping paper for you to make bouquets with, he attentively works on his color-by-number and makes sure you’re not slacking off to appreciate the end effort, and he makes pottery with you, sculpting with pride as you frown at your mess. your boyfriend has always poured love into the little things. 
today, he takes you ice skating, despite your pleas against looking like a floundering idiot. he laughs at you, dragging your shaky legs onto the rink and giggling as you scream. he pretends to race you, spinning and twirling as you try your might to finish your pre-decided finish line before him. he sulks, and you smile, your chest filling with a swirling, bubbling feeling. 
when he finally takes you home, you two share a sweet kiss, and you pull away to rest your forehead on his. 
“i love you.” he breathes, like it’s natural, like it’s meant to be. “I hope you feel the same.” 
you can’t fight the smile on your face and the kisses that come next, with whispers of ‘i love you’ spoken into the wind from you and him. 
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ SIM JAEYUN
'i love you,  i hope you can tell.'
sim jake, who has zero idea what he’s doing as a boyfriend, scared whenever he takes you out to dinner or comes home with flowers.  
sim jake, who truly finds it befuddling how you’ve moved into his place and offered him comfort every night in your arms. 
he fumbles with his car keys once more, waiting for you to get off work to celebrate your birthday. he has planned an array of events that you love; watching the next episode of the new drama that came out with the projector he just installed, a meal at one of your favorite restaurants, and bags with a purse you’ve been eyeing, some sunglasses, and one of your favorite books, in its special edition form with a signature. 
when you emerge with a look of shock, jake springs into action, opening your door. “i thought heeseung was going to take me home.” you say, pleasantly surprised. 
“and so you thought wrong.” you pull at his ear, laughing when he shrinks away from you. 
the rest of the night continues perfectly, and your chest swells with every new thing your boyfriend tells you he has planned. truly, in this moment, you feel so wholly accepted and appreciated. the night ends with you two tangled on the couch, your head following the rise and fall of his chest as you two clink wine glasses. you turn to him, making eye contact after you place your glass down. “thank you, jake. truly. i appreciate this so much,” you tell him quietly. “you were lying when you said you didn’t know what you were doing.” the corner of his lip curls into a smile, and he places his glass down as well, a look of pure emotion in his eyes. when he kisses you, it feels right, your lips slotted against his as a content sigh leaves you. 
“i love you, ____.” he murmurs, his hand still cradling your jaw. “i hope you can tell.” and you scrunch your eyebrows, sending jake into full panic and overthinking. 
“of course, jake, you did so much for me today, and i feel so special.” you confess. “i love you, too. more, even.” you ponder, before rushing out. “yes, definitely more.” and jake quiets you with yet another kiss. 
YES MAKNAE LINE IS COMINGGG i just wanted to see how you guys liked this one first!
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coffee-and-tea-time · 5 months ago
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HEAR ME OUT: A LIMINAL SPACE BUT YANDERE
…we seem to have drifted from our original plans with this account-
I call dibs on the dilf then
No, back off, he's mine🤺
Word count: 1.6k (the very first long post) (subtle brag)
TW: hinted yandere behavior but soft since it's the introduction, monster/non-human, written in you/yours, don't expect it to make much sense it's a liminal space that we created with things that came along the way and a bit of the backrooms wiki, human! reader is confused but interested (willing? Mostly confused)
“ugh… What time is it?”
You go grab your phone, annoyed that your stomach managed to wake you up. Maybe you really do need to eat something before trying to go back to sleep, though it's too comfy being in the warmth of the blankets…  still, a loud grumble from your belly ruined your plans, with no other option left, you sight and reluctantly got out of bed with your phone in hand, however, as you were making your way to go to the kitchen, you heard the distinctive ping of your phone's notifications which made you turn around to see… you have your phone in hand, why is there a replica of your phone on your bed?
You get closer, thinking it's surely something else and your eyes deceived you because of the dim lighting, when you grab that second ‘phone’ you got even more confused, is a perfect replica of your own, you even compared them both side to side wondering if you finally went insane but you didn’t get enough time to question your sanity as you start to feel extremely dizzy, like everything around you is spinning around so damn fast you can't even tell if you were the one moving or see properly at all, you close your eyes in hopes that it will prevent you from getting nauseous.
"Why is feeling so fucking chilly?"
You said in a shiver as you feel yourself fall, this time you know you are really moving, why? Because your face hits the snowy ground… Snowy ground? 
You move yourself a little too fast for a person that just kissed the ground with so much force, all you can see around you is softly falling snow through what looks like a residential street. 
The night sky a little too black, there were no lights that you could clearly see from just a swift look around, no stars, and… no clouds, the sky was pitch black, yet the houses were illuminated with a slight glow from moonlight even as the moon was nowhere in sight. 
The place was eerie to say the least, the overwhelming quietness of it all almost a warning of danger. There were no sounds of people, no distant murmurs of far away conversation, no barks from pets, no chirping of shivering birds.
This place is nothing like any place you've ever been in but it still gives you a nostalgic feeling. 
What can you do to return to your home? 
You start walking, maybe you should knock on a house with the lights on? It can be dangerous but there aren't a lot of options, one thing is sure, when you return home, you're gonna go to the hospital for a check-up, mental or physical? You aren't sure yet.
You thoughts were stopped when you catch a silhouette not so far away, seems the darkness makes it hard to see properly, but it's seems like the shadow of a little girl making a snowman, the sight relieves you somewhat and you decide to approach, asking the little girl is far more secure that knocking on randoms doors.
"Excuse me, little miss! It seems like I got lost, is there an adult with you that can tell me which street this is?"
You said out loud, it seems like the little one hears you when she tilts her head a little and moves her arms around cutely, the girl seems eager for you to come closer although you can't really tell if she is looking at you or not, it's odd, even as you get closer, you still see a shadow more than a child.
And then, you feel a soft and cold touch on top of your head, the faint snowing plus the silence makes you feel like you could hear as the soft snowflakes fell around you, like your sense of hearing heightened from the sheer lack of any other sounds. 
That being said, you couldn't help but jump when the loud sound of the door opening abruptly met your ears and even more when you hear like somebody is running behind you, you quickly look back but all you can see is snow and darkness. 
You return your gaze to the child, and got even more taken aback to find a shadow shaped like a abnormally tall man with horns sticking out of the dark smoke that seems to shape his 'hair' in front of you, and in the blink of an eye, you were picked up by 'him', he ran faster that you ever thought was possible, before you can even breathe, you already were inside of a house still in the man's arms, his hands under your armpits cupping you up like a soggy cat.
You try not to panic, as you let your eyes inspect the place, only one thing is sure: if it is dangerous, it is better not to test his patience, horror movies taught you better than that.
You feel something really cold hugging your leg, you gaze slowly going downwards only to find what you think is the little girl you saw earlier… seems like your eyes didn’t trick you before, it is in fact, a silhouette, a pitch black outline of a child.
What in the world is going on?
Well, at least they seem to understand you, the little one let go of your leg and gestured, trying to explaining you everything with charades, you would find it very lovable and adorable in any other occasion; your focus on the kid quickly interrupted by the man's hold of you shifting, his hands coiling around you and pressing you to his chest in what felt like a hug, your feet don't even touch the ground, you can feel thought your pajamas the cold emanating from his.. body? Well, unlike his gastly looking hair, the rest of his body did feel more solid, seems like even shadows can have a sleeper build… 
Wait, what?
Before you can think of anything else, your stomach growls, right, you were about to fetch yourself some food before you ended up here, though, their reaction to the grumble of your stomach amused you, how the tiny blank eyes of the little girl widened, them both freezing in a second of shock before the man ran again with you in his arms.
You can sense the toddler running after you two as the man runs into what seems like a rather luxurious kitchen, your bare feet finally meet the rather warm floor again although you still don't have time to relax as the shadow man tries to hurriedly feed you a spoonful of baking powder.
“I’m sorry but I can’t eat that…”
You anxiously try to explain why you can’t just eat baking powder, hoping he didn’t take it the wrong way and lucky for you, he seems more concerned than anything, his.. mouth? twitches making more of a weary expression, at least you think so as he hurried to open all of the cabinets and even the fridge, letting you look through everything to search for something you could actually eat.
You sense a gentle tug on your pajama's shirt, when you look down, you were met with the little girl shyly offering you a fruit that you can actually eat, so you gladly accept it, you can’t help but find the shadow duo cute as they start cheering between themselves, seemingly celebrating that they found something that you can eat, you kind of want to take a photo but well, you don’t have your phone and probably if you had it, you would be calling for help rather than recording cute moments.
You start to relax on the chair as you eat, the adrenaline slowly wearing off of your body and with that comes the pain, right, you slammed on the ground a few minutes ago, you feel your body between a state of numbness and pain, you can't help but to winche because of that, which make the duo approach you again quickly.
“Sorry, i-is nothing, I just… need some sleep”
You come up with a quick excuse, even though they are weirdly kind and seems harmless, just in case, it's better to avoid mentioning any injury or damage since you still don't 100% trust how they'd react, you trust the outside even less though. Your mind plays back to that running you heard behind you before the shadowy man took you away, the memory still sending shivers down your spine. To escape from them without proper knowledge of how things work here sounds dumb.
As you were lost in thought, the tall man scooped you up once again, this time his cold touch felt gentler than before, you start to wonder if he sees you as a cat of some sort but there is no use in asking since these creatures don't seem like they know how to speak.
He walked you upstairs into what seemed like the master bedroom and gently tucked you into the bed with a soft pat on your head, you start to sense that these shadows love being affectionate, a little touchy feely; Maybe is the contrast of his cold body with your warmer human body, you can’t really blame him, the smoke that he has for hair seems really soft to the touch too…
For better or for worse, he stood up straight again and start checking the lock on the windows, making sure they were well covered, only opening the door to invite the child in, who quickly layed besides you handing you a little book, a bedtime story, with a smile, You find endearing the fact they so eagerly want to hear a story, but a chill runs to your spine when you hear the tall man locking the door and then laying down on the other side of the bed beside you.
The night ends up peacefully although the exhaustion wins over your sense of self preservation, you slowly drifting off to sleep after reading the story to the little girl.
sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣
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cherrylovelycherry · 2 months ago
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Pls make me another poly with ratio and aven. Make another and my life is YOURS
I'm hungry for angst
Girl don't judge me, I'm using translator for this JDNAIJDHD
.note. HEYY, omg i gotcha anon!! tbh, I loved writing the poly angst. hope you like it, I think I overdid it with the words oopsie ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
i don't know if you speak spanish but, shadow freddy vuelta al ruedo
i will post part 2 tomorrow mueheh
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𓂅new order. "tarte aux fraises and a pain au chocolat."
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Contracts and preferences pt.1 pt.2
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pairing. Aventurine x gn!reader x Dr ratio (poly) cw/genre. angst, argument, some slow burn again, slight being left out, some nsfw in pt.2, negligent attitudes synopsis. you went from being “decoration” and “ partner” to “ servant” and “assistant”. full menu
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They knew you were there, didn't they?
You were sure you did, you knew, you knew they would come to take you in their arms and fill you with affection. 
Or at least that's what you longed for. 
You were sitting at the dining table, trying to plan schedules and meetings for each of them. 
Since, after all, you were both their assistant. 
To put the situation in context, you concise them both separately, not knowing that they were a couple before. 
You worked at the ipc, for Aventurine, while at the same time, you also worked for the Intelligentsia Guild, specifically being the assistant of Ratio. 
The connections you made at the Guild helped you to be at the IPC too. 
You gave them a sideways look, again, it would be the fifth time you do it in almost ten minutes. 
You never complain about your job, you always think that if it weren't for that, you wouldn't have been able to meet the two men you're dating now. 
But it felt unfair sometimes. 
You were at the table, with thousands of documents and making calls, while they were on the couch, curled up and even getting a little more affectionate. 
Of course you were happy for them, you loved them both and they loved you too, their affection was mutual, but sometimes... it was really something.
For example, Ratio, with no shame, began to cover Aventurine's neck and jaw with a few small kisses, while the other laughed discreetly and also played with his hair in a discreet way. 
You let out an audible sigh.
Aaand, nothing.
The two were already on the sofa, snuggled up against each other, watching some movie, but not even the slightest bit watching it. 
You knew it, they were just looking for an excuse to get closer to each other, and they were taking every opportunity they could. 
They whispered sweet words to each other, caressed each other's backs, made small, playful comments that caused a few giggles, and their eyes didn't leave each other's. 
You had to admit, the atmosphere they created was quite... Intimate.
You let out a small sigh again, in a somewhat exaggerated way, the sound getting their attention almost immediately. 
They both knew it. 
But they decided to play dumb, just this once. 
"Tired?" Asked Aventurine first. 
"Overworked?" Ratio followed, as he tried to get up to get to you.
You rolled your eyes, but not out of irritation, but more because this was a fairly common occurrence. 
"Yeah," you replied, "and a little tired of being all alone here." 
Ratio, walking over to you and resting a gentle hand on your shoulder while he stood behind you. 
"We'll give you some attention," he said.
"Will you?" You asked, arching an eyebrow as you continued to go through the documents in front of you.
Aventurine stood up, making his way to the two of you, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking at the papers you were reading. 
"We'll give you all you want," he whispered right next to your ear. 
"Well..." you replied with feigned indifference, but your words were full of expectation, "prove it."
The two of them looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, before Ratio began to place light kisses down your neck.
You couldn't help but shiver, trying to control yourself. 
At your reaction, Ratio chuckled against your skin, and, just to tease you, gave your sensitive skin a little bite, causing your shoulders to arch involuntarily. 
A low, suppressed sound escaped your lips. 
Meanwhile, Aventurine's hands traveled to one of your shoulders, gently massaging them.
"You've been working too much," he whispered in your other ear, "haven't you?"
"Yeah..." you admitted in a low whisper, as the two continued to pamper you. 
"We should take care of you," said Ratio, continuing to give you little kisses and bites.
"We should," agreed Aventurine, leaving a brief kiss on your head.
Their ministrations continued for a while, their hands and mouths roaming gently over your shoulders, neck, and back.
The feeling was so good, you couldn't help but moan softly.
By now, you had both men behind you and surrounding you completely, their touches and affections slowly but surely getting heavier and more intense.
You felt Aventurine's hands move to your hips, gently pulling you closer against his body as Ratio continued to kiss your neck.
It was a bit embarrassing to admit it, but you were really enjoying all that attention. 
...
Okay, maybe you anticipated a bit. 
The 'we should take care of you', stayed in 'we should'. Literally. 
Heavyweights and affectionate touches were maintained, even the three of you moved to the couch, for comfort. 
The raised caresses calmed down after a while, letting you put your head on Aventurine's legs, while Ratio did gentle massages on your body. 
At least that 10 minutes ago, since you had your eyes closed, but you started to feel a hard thing behind your head. 
And by the time you noticed, they were both kissing, with the same intensity and desire. 
"Hey, guys," you spoke up, a bit annoyed, but they didn't seem to notice.
Instead, they were even getting more intense, as the small sounds of them echoed quietly in the room.
"Guys," you called out again, in a slightly louder voice.
A low moan escaped Aventurine's lips, while Ratio's hands ran over his hair.
And far apart from that, you felt the Aventurine member accidentally rubbing against your head every time they moved to eat their mouths.
"Please," you said, slightly frustrated, "you guys!" At the same time, you also got up from Aven's legs, sitting in the space between them. 
They finally broke apart, a bit breathless, their lips red and glistening with saliva. 
They both looked at you, slightly surprised that you'd interrupted them.
"What's wrong...?" Ratio finally asked, still a little out of breath.
"Are you alright?" Aventurine added, trying to recompose himself.
You huffed softly, feeling a bit disappointed. 
"Uhm, if you two are in _the_ mood, you can go to the room," you said calmly. 
The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds, a silent conversation happening between them.
"Are you sure...?" Aventurine asked, turning his gaze back to you.
"You don't mind?" Ratio added, studying your expression.
You tried to appear calm and understanding, but deep down, you were still a bit frustrated. The sight of the two of them all hot and bothered without you was really... a bit unfair.
"No, it's okay," you said, trying to remain calm. "You two can go ahead." 
They studied you a bit more, trying to discern if you were being honest or not. 
But you smiled at them, trying to reassure them that you were fine with it. 
They both shared another look, before Ratio got up from the couch and held out his hand to Aventurine.
Aventurine grabbed Ratio's hand, standing up in one smooth movement. 
They were still looking at you, obviously still reluctant to leave you alone.
"Are you sure?" Ratio asked again, as Aventurine stayed silent.
You nodded, trying to maintain a reassuring smile. "Yes, I'm sure," you replied. "I'll just finish up some more work, and I'll join you guys later."
"Mhm, okay, love," Aven replied, as he nodded, with a slight smile. 
The two men walked past you, heading towards the bedroom door, Ratio's hand still intertwined with Aventurine's. 
You stayed rooted to the spot.
You knew they had needs, and you had nothing against them satisfying them together. 
But it's just... you couldn't shake off the strange feeling in your chest.
Ratio and Aventurine went to the bedroom, closing the door. 
You took a deep breath, feeling a bit frustrated. 
Of course, you were happy for them, their relationship was strong and had a deep connection, but... it didn't stop you from feeling slightly 'left out'.
You leaned fully back on the couch, letting out a low sigh.
'Nah, maybe I'm exaggerating', You thought as you got off the couch, to go back to the table. 
You made your way back to the table, sorting out the documents. 
As you organized everything, you couldn't help but overhear small noises coming from the bedroom. 
Even though the door was closed, the sounds of Ratio and Aventurine, clearly enjoying themselves, were still faintly audible. 
You tried to ignore it, to focus on your work, but it was hard. Each time you heard a small sound, a small whine, it sent a little shiver throughout your body.
The more you tried to concentrate, the more the sounds seemed to get louder and more intense.
You tried to shake off the thoughts running through your mind and concentrate on your work, but as time passed, you found it more and more difficult to ignore the sounds coming from the bedroom.
Moans, whispers, muttered words, and the sound of the bed creating through the room.
You had no right to be jealous, you had told them to go for it, you had encouraged them. 
And so, you focused only on paperwork and arranging schedules. 
You dropped a yawn while you stopped typing on the laptop. 
You stretched a little while getting up from the chair. 
You didn't realize when the erotic sounds coming from the room had been ceased. 
When you finally noticed the absence of sounds, a small pang of confusion and sadness hit you in the chest.
Of course, you told them to go ahead, and maybe they were already... done, but still, you felt a little pang of disappointment.
But it was fine, since you didn't really think about the room for a while to join, as you told them. 
You were finishing stretching when the bedroom door opened, a slightly disheveled Ratio peeking his head out of the room.
You looked at him, a raised eyebrow.
"Yes?" You asked, trying to maintain a calm demeanor.
Ratio looked at you for a few seconds, his breath still a bit heavy. 
"Can you come here for a second...?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse from... the situation in the room.
You tried to remain unfazed, even though the request was an unexpected one.
"Sure," you said with nonchalance in your voice.
You made your way to the bedroom, Ratio moving aside to let you enter. 
As you stepped in, you were met with Aventurine, sitting on the edge of the bed, hair tousled and a few love bites on his neck and shoulders.
The sight of Aventurine in that state sent another pang to your chest, but you tried to hide it. 
He looked at you, a slight tiredness in his eyes, as a small smile appeared on his lips.
"You finished your work?" He asked, his voice also slightly hoarse.
"Almost..." you replied, avoiding looking at the small hickeys on his skin for too long.
"You two were quick," you commented half-jokingly, trying to maintain the same casual tone from before.
Ratio chuckled softly, leaning on the doorframe as he watched the interaction.
"It wasn't really that quick," he said with a smirk.
Aventurine shook his head, giving Ratio a side look before turning his attention back to you.
"We're just... impatient," he said, with a slight hint of teasing in his voice. 
You grimaced, while you laughed somewhat uncomfortable. 
You tried to shake off the uncomfortable feeling, but the sight of them both, disheveled and still somewhat out of breath, wasn't helping.
"Right," you said, still trying to keep up the act.
There was a small moment of silence in the room, Ratio's gaze darting between you and Aventurine, as if he was waiting to see how the situation would unfold.
"Uhm, do you need anything?" You asked, seeing that they weren't going to say anything. 
Besides, you didn't really know why you were called into the room. 
"Oh, yes," Ratio said. 
"Can you take out clean sheets? I'm going to bring water to Aven," he added, as he left the room. 
 "Okay," you replied simply, watching Ratio disappear into the hallway.
You turned your gaze to Aventurine.
He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking a bit worn out and sated.
You couldn't help but feel a pang of something in your chest, as you couldn't help but steal a glance at the marks on his neck and shoulders. 
You let out a silent sigh before heading to some drawers next to the bed. 
'It's okay, It'll be your turn' you thought as you focused on pulling out a set of clean sheets. 
  You were in a relationship with the two, and you knew that they had... desires, and needed that physical intimacy.
You tried to understand their need, and you also tried to not feel 'bad' about being left out.
But at the same time, you couldn't help but wonder if your presence was really necessary.
Your thoughts were interrupted, you felt Aventurine approaching you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest.
He placed his chin on your shoulder, pressing his body against yours.
"You're being quiet..." he murmured near your ear.
You felt the warmth of his body and the soft touch of his arms around you, making you momentarily forget all the thoughts and doubts that were swirling around in your mind.
You leaned gently against him, taking a deep breath.
"Just thinking..." you replied, your voice a little tense. 
You finished taking out the sheets, and you stand still, waiting for it to come loose, which didn't happen, so you moved a little. "uhm, can you...?" 
Your voice is tense and uncomfortable. 
Aventurine noticed the change in your tone, and he loosened his grip on you, stepping back slightly.
He gently turned you around to face him, his hands resting on your hips, a touch of worry in his eyes.
"Are you okay...?" He asked, "His voice low and gentle."
You averted your gaze slightly, feeling a mixture of emotions that you couldn't quite make sense of.
"Yup," It was the only thing you answered, and then you went to bed and started removing the dirty sheets. 
Aventurine watched you silently, his gaze fixated on your body.
He could feel the tension in your movements and the subtle stiffness in your voice. He knew that something was bothering you, but he wasn't entirely sure what it was. 
He decided to give you some space, allowing you to remove the sheets, but he still stood beside you, his eyes never leaving you.
After a few moments, Ratio came back into the room, a glass of water in his hand.
He handed it to Aventurine, who took it gratefully and took a few sips before setting it on the bedside table.
There was a strange atmosphere in the room, as if something were left hanging in the air. 
You felt like they were looking at you, as you finished putting the clean sheets on the bed. 
It was hard to ignore their stares, and the fact that you were alone with them in the room made the tension even more palpable. 
You finished putting on the sheets and took a subtle deep breath. 
You could practically feel the weight of their gazes on your back, even though you knew that both of them were trying to hide their concern and curiosity. 
"There..." you muttered, finally turning around to face them.
Ratio was leaning against the wall nearby, his arms crossed, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion.
Aventurine was still standing beside you, his gaze fixed on you, as if studying your every move.
For a few seconds, there was just a heavy silence, as the two of them looked at you waiting for you to say something.
But what should you say? You felt a mixture of contradictory emotions.
"You can rest now," you said, calmly speaking. 
Your voice sounded calm, but on the inside, you were still feeling a mixture of unease and disappointment.
Ratio and Aventurine exchanged a glance, clearly understanding your cue that the conversation was over. 
Aventurine didn't make a move, still watching you.
Ratio, sensing the tension in the room, walked over to Aventurine's side, gently pushing him towards the bed.
"Come on," Ratio murmured, his tone soft but firm. "You should rest."
Aventurine didn't object, allowing Ratio to gently guide him onto the bed.
He sank back against the pillows, looking at you with a mix of tiredness and worry. Ratio sat down beside him, also looking at you.
"Are you...?" Ratio started to ask, but you interrupted him.
"I'm fine," you said, still doing your best to appear casual, "I just need to... go to the bathroom."
You used the excuse of needing to use the bathroom to get away for a few minutes.
Ratio and Aventurine looked at you for a moment, their gazes following you as you left the room.
As soon as you closed the door to the bathroom behind you, you let out a soft sigh, bracing your hands on the sink.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror.
Your expression was a mixture of exhaustion and frustration.
You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to organize your thoughts. You knew that what you were feeling was silly, but at the same time, you couldn't help it.
Your relationship with Ratio and Aventurine was unconventional, you knew that they had needs and desires, and they had each other to satisfy those needs. 
But what about you...?
It was a thought that had crossed your mind several times before.
You tried to convince yourself that they cared about you, that they loved you.
But at times like this, when they were alone in their intimate moments, you couldn't help but feel... left out.
You knew that they weren't trying to exclude you, that they weren't being malicious, but it still hurt. 
You sighed, patting yourself on the cheeks, before leaving the bathroom and returning to the room. 
Ratio and Aventurine were still on the bed, now settled under the covers.
Aventurine's eyes were partly closed, as the exhaustion from the previous activities was starting to take its toll.
Ratio, however, was still slightly tense, his eyes locking on you as soon as you entered the room.
You walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge next to Ratio.
For a moment, no one spoke. The only sounds in the room were the soft breathing of Aventurine and the silence that seemed to weigh upon all of you.
Ratio shifted slightly, moving closer to you, his hand gently moving to your thigh.
Ratio's touch was gentle and comforting, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
You didn't want to ruin the moment. You didn't want to make them feel bad for seeking their comfort in each other's embrace.
You looked at Aventurine, who seemed to be moments from falling asleep.
His hair was messy, and the skin on his neck was still showing some red marks. 
Although you felt an uncomfortable heaviness in your chest, with your fingers, you accommodated the hair that covered Aven's face. 
Aventurine's face relaxed under your touch, his breathing still calm and steady.
Ratio's grip on your thigh tightened a little, and you could feel his gaze fixated on you.
"You know..." Ratio began, his voice low. "We... We didn't mean to make you feel left out."
You paused for a few seconds, unsure of what to say.
"Mhm, i know" you whispered, still running your fingers through Aventurine's hair.
"I'm tired."
The word hung in the air, and Ratio sighed softly.
"Come here," he said, gently pulling you down to lie next to him.
You complied, feeling Ratio's strong arms encircling your waist, pulling you against his chest.
The feeling of Ratio's body against yours was comforting, but there was still a nagging feeling at the back of your mind.
You snuggled into Ratio's embrace, feeling his warmth and the steady beat of his heart.
"We love you," Ratio murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
You closed your eyes in response, feeling a mixture of both comfort and unease.
You wanted to believe Ratio's words.
But at the same time, you couldn't help but doubt. 
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 The morning sunlight streamed in through the cracks of the curtains, gently illuminating the bedroom.
The peaceful silence in the room was broken by a soft, groggy groan.
"Hmm, what time is it...?" Aventurine mumbled half-sleep, shifting slightly in the bed.
You had gotten up before them, starting to prepare their breakfasts, and ending with the day's schedule for each. 
Ratio stirred beside him, slowly waking up as well, his messy hair sticking every which way.
Aventurine groaned again, finally opening his eyes, blinking a few times as he adjusted to the morning light.
He sat up in bed, rubbing his face with his hands, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness.
"Ugh... I feel like I slept for days," he said with a yawn, his voice still gravelly with sleep.
He looked around the room, noticing that you were not in bed.
"Where's..." Aventurine began, his eyes scanning the room, noticing that it was just the two of them.
Ratio sat up as well, groaning as he stretched his arms above his head, the muscles in his back tensing with the movement.
He glanced over at Aventurine, following his gaze.
"They're probably in the kitchen," Ratio said, voice sleepy and still slightly rough from sleep.
"I think we slept pretty late." he commented again, glancing at the clock on the bedside table.
Aventurine followed Ratio's gaze, noticing the time.
"Damn... it's almost noon," he muttered, climbing out of the bed and stretching. 
"I guess we're in for a lazy day."
Ratio chuckled softly, still sitting on the bed, the covers half-covering his bare chest.
"I guess so," he agreed, his eyes flickering over Aventurine's disheveled form.
Aventurine paused, noticing Ratio's gaze on him. He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to smooth it down.
"What?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Ratio smirked. "You just look... well, pretty wrecked after our little... session last night."
Aventurine rolled his eyes, but a small smirk played on his lips, betraying his attempt to appear annoyed.
"Shut up," he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest, causing the sheets to slip lower, exposing more of his bare skin.
Ratio chuckled again, amused by Aventurine's reaction. He stood up from the bed and walked over to him, stopping a few inches away, to kiss him and get out of the room. 
Just as Aventurine was getting out of bed, finishing stretching, he heard a curse and a sound of a cup breaking. 
That made him leave the room quickly. 
By the time he gets to the kitchen, his frow frowned. 
"Fuck..." you let go again, grimacing, while holding one of your hands. 
When Ratio had left the bedroom first, you didn't hear his footsteps so when you turned with the hot cup of coffee, you were scared to see him there, causing the cup to fall to the ground after burning with the liquid inside. 
Both Ratio and Aventurine were now watching you carefully.
Ratio's expression was a mixture of concern and guilt, knowing that he startled you. 
Aventurine's frown deepened as he noticed the way you were holding your hand. 
"Are you okay?" Ratio asked, his voice soft and filled with worry.
Aventurine stepped closer to you, eyes fixated on your injured hand.
"What happened?" he asked, looking at the shattered cup on the floor and the spilled coffee.
"It's nothing," you tried to assure them, though you couldn't hide the slight wince that escaped you when you tried to move your hand. 
The burn wasn't that serious, but it hurt. 
Ratio moved closer, his eyes drifting from your hand to your face.
"Let me see," he said, gently taking your hand in his, examining the burn.
Aventurine stood close by, his gaze fixed on Ratio as he carefully inspected your injury.
Ratio's touch was gentle as he examined the burn, his fingers tracing over the reddened skin.
"It's not too bad, but you shouldn't move your hand too much," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I'll get something to treat it."
He released your hand, moving to a nearby cabinet to get the necessary medical supplies, while Aventurine took a step closer to you.
Ratio rummaged through the cabinet, gathering a few supplies to treat your burn.
Aventurine watched Ratio, his gaze drifting from Ratio's focused expression to your now free hand.
He hesitated for a moment, but then he gently reached out and took your injured hand in his.
His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he held your hand carefully, as if afraid he might hurt you further.
"You need to be more careful," Aventurine scolded softly, his eyes fixed on your hand.
You had to suppress a shiver as you felt Aventurine's touch, his fingers gently caressing the sore skin of your hand.
Ratio returned with a small bag of supplies, a concerned expression still on his face.
"I'll tend to your hand now, okay?" 
Ratio gently took your hand from Aventurine's grasp, preparing the supplies he needed to treat your burn.
Aventurine watched diligently in silence, his eyes never leaving your injury.
Ratio was gently applying the ointment to your burn, his touch precise and practiced.
The stinging sensation lessened as the soothing medicine worked its magic.
Aventurine continued to watch, his eyes fixated on Ratio's hands tending to your injury.
Once Ratio was finished, he wrapped a sterile gauze around your hand to protect the burn.
"There," Ratio said, satisfied with his work. "You'll need to keep the bandage on to protect the burn. Let it heal properly."
You flexed your fingers, feeling a slight discomfort from the burn but relieved by Ratio's skillful treatment.
"Thank you," you murmured, a little embarrassed by all the attention. 
Your eyes looked at the ground, seeing the broken cup, along with the coffee lying on the floor. 
You let out a sigh, seeing the disaster. 
Ratio noticed your gaze and followed it to the broken cup and spilled coffee on the floor. 
"Don't worry about it," he said, putting the supplies back in the cabinet. "Accidents happen."
Aventurine, who was still standing nearby, glanced at the mess on the floor and then back at you.
"I'll clean it up," he said, crouching down to start gathering the shattered pieces of the cup.
"Oh no, Aven," you quickly let go, preventing him from bending over. 
"You two are going to breakfast, you have a lot to do today," you said, as you pointed to the table with food on top. 
Ratio and Aventurine exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise in Ratio's eyes at your quick reaction.
Aventurine was about to protest, but Ratio placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively silencing him.
"They're right," Ratio said, gently pushing Aventurine towards the table. "We do have a lot to do, and it's already noon."
Aventurine let out a sigh.
"But, your burn..." he protested, his eyes moving from Ratio to you. 
"The bandage will do its job. Besides, it's nothing serious," Ratio assured, gently guiding Aventurine towards the table again. 
"We'll leave the cleaning to them. Now come on, let's eat. We're late as it is."
Ratio's insistence was enough for Aventurine to reluctantly agree. He let out a sigh and stopped resisting, finally taking a seat at the table.
Ratio sat down as well, gesturing for you to join them.
"Come here," Ratio urged gently, patting the seat next to him.
Your attention was led back to them. 
"Uhm?, oh, I've already eaten," you let go, as you continued your previous action. 
You bent down to the ground, carefully picking up the broken pieces of the cup, throwing them away. 
Ratio and Aventurine watched you silently, concern and confusion on their faces.
Ratio's brow furrowed as you dismissed the offer to sit with them.
"You did? How long have you been awake?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Aventurine's eyes flicked between you and Ratio, his expression mirroring Ratio's concern.
You didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so you simply shrugged. 
"I don't know, maybe a couple of hours?" you mumbled, continuing your task. 
Ratio's frown deepened. "You should have woken us up. You didn't need to get up so early."
Aventurine leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
"And it's not the first time either," he commented, a hint of irritation in his voice.
Ratio sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "It's not the first time, indeed," he agreed, shooting a disapproving look in your direction.
You paused for a moment, feeling the weight of their gazes on you. 
"I just wanted to make sure everything was ready for you two," you muttered, avoiding their eyes. 
Ratio's expression softened a little, but there was still a hint of frustration in his voice. 
"You don't need to do that. We can take care of ourselves," he said, although the tone was firm, he wasn't truly angry.
"You know we don't like it when you do this," Aventurine scolded gently, his voice firm but tinged with worry.
You knew they were worried about you, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for them. You wanted to make sure they had everything they needed, that they were comfortable and well taken care of.
"Mhm," you mumbled. 
"But it's my job as an assistant to both of you and as your partner," you added, grabbing some paper towels to clean the wet coffee floor. 
Ratio let out another sigh.
"Partner," he repeated, the word hanging in the air.
Aventurine's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "That's a poor excuse," he said.
"We never asked you to do all that. We never expected you to be at our beck and call like that." 
You finished drying the floor, and you stood again. 
"In fact, that was involved in the contract i signed," you spoke calmly, while throwing away used paper towels. 
You remembered very well the contracts you signed when you were officially the assent of each one respectively. 'It is necessary that the worker be available in semi-complete time and at the disposal...' 
You read those contracts 10 times each, as it was something of utmost importance.
Ratio and Aventurine remained silent for a moment, processing your words.
Veritas seemed frustrated, though not towards you, but rather towards the situation.
"We're not talking about the job or the contracts," Ratio said, his voice firm.
Aventurine added. "We're talking about us. About this... relationship between us," he paused, gesturing to the three of you. 
You sighed, once you finished cleaning, approaching the table. 
"Come on, don't be bitter and eat," you said, as you sat in a chair in front of them. 
They each took a plate, serving themselves and starting breakfast. 
The atmosphere was tense for a few minutes, a heavy silence hanging in the air. 
Ratio was the first to break the silence, his voice softer now. 
"How is your hand?" he asked.
You raised your hand, flexing it slightly.
"It's fine," you assured him. "The intent you applied did its job." 
You're still ordering papers, along with documents on your laptop. 
"Well, I will explain to you the agenda of both today," You said, before you started explaining to them what things are had planned for today. 
Ratio and Aventurine listened attentively to your explanations, occasionally asking questions.
Although they still had a slight hint of frustration from the previous conversation, the tension had somewhat eased.
Ratio nodded as you finished explaining the agenda. "I think we can manage those tasks."
Aventurine, who had been quietly eating, spoke up, "I just need to deal with some more research, and I'll be ready."
You nodded, as you also drank some water, before speaking. 
"All right, then I'll go make some calls for today." 
You stood up from your seat, getting up from the table.
Ratio stood up suddenly too. "Wait." 
Aventurine also stood up, his eyes narrowing.
You paused, slightly surprised by their sudden movements.
Ratio walked over to you, gently taking your hand with the injured one, his touch surprisingly soft. He examined it to make sure the bandage was still in place.
Aventurine remained standing near the table, his gaze fixed on the two of you, his arms crossed over his chest.
Ratio's touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the sternness he had shown earlier.
He seemed satisfied that the bandage was still secure and then looked up at you.
"Be careful," he said, his voice softer than before.
Aventurine still watched from a distance, his eyes fixed on Ratio's hand holding yours.
You couldn't help but feel a bit flustered at Ratio's touch and the concern in his voice.
"I will," you assured him, although you knew they still worried about you.
Aventurine finally walked over to the two of you, standing beside Ratio. 
"Aren't you going to say goodbye to us?" asked him. 
You couldn't help but let out a slight giggle as you rolled your eyes. 
"Okay, okay," you said, as you approached Aven, to give him a gentle kiss on the lips and then do the same with Ratio. 
Ratio and Aventurine returned your kisses, Aventurine's kiss slow and gentle, while Ratio's was a bit more firm but soft.
When you pulled away, they both looked at you with a hint of disappointment.
Ratio spoke up first. "That's too short."
Aventurine nodded in agreement. "Yeah, not enough." 
You let out another laugh, while shaking your head. "Nuh huh, it was fine." 
Ratio's hand, which was still holding yours, squeezed gently as if reluctant to let go. But he reluctantly dropped it.
Aventurine, though he tried to maintain a composed expression, couldn't hide the hint of a smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Good luck with your work," he said. 
You nodded, still feeling a bit flustered, but trying to maintain your composure.
"I'll see you later," you said, as you turned to leave.
Ratio and Aventurine watched you go, their eyes following you until you were out the door, entering your office, next to the master bedroom. 
As you walk into your office, you couldn't help but think about the conversation between the three of you.
You knew they cared about you, and they were concerned for you. But sometimes their overprotectiveness felt suffocating, especially when they questioned your commitment to them.
You could understand how they might feel, though, considering their jobs and the stress they were under.
You settled down at your desk, pulling out some documents and beginning to make the first of many calls you were going to have to do today.
The hours passed, and the calls you made consumed most of your day.
As mid-day approached, you felt your stomach growl, reminding you that you hadn't eaten lunch yet.
You kept looking at all the papers and documents on your desk. 
Since you were only in the apartment at the time, you decided that it would be easier to order fast food. 
When you finally got the order, you ate while looking at your phone, getting a little distracted. 
From there, you get a message, exactly from Aven. 
'Hi, beautiful. I'm with Ratio now, don't prepare anything for dinner, we'll bring food, it won't take long,' 
You smile unconsciously as you read the text, answer it and then leave the chat, to finish eating and then continue doing the paperwork. 
After replying to Aven's message, you finished your meal and turned your attention back to the remaining work.
The afternoon passed by quickly, and the sky outside the window of your office started to turn orange as the sun began to set.
You glanced at the clock, noting that it was getting late. Ratio and Aventurine should be returning soon.
Uhm.
By the time you looked at the clock on the wall again, you grimaced. 
It had been a little longer. 
And by the time you took another look at it, it had been four hours. It was almost midnight. 
Your frown frowned, you were worried now. 
Not to mention you were hungry. 
You glanced at your cell phone, seeing that there was no new message.
You tried to reassure yourself that they must have been busy with work, but as the hours went by, your worry grew. 
Eventually you couldn't stand still anymore, so you got up from your seat and went to the living room, to pace until they arrived.
Time seemed to drag on painfully slow. 
You kept pacing around the room, glancing at the clock on the wall every so often.
And just as you were about to check your phone for the millionth time, the sound of the apartment door opening reached your ears.
You rushed to the entrance, catching a glimpse of Ratio and Aventurine as they entered, looking somewhat...tipsy?
"Finally!" you said, unable to hide your relief. "Where have you been, I was getting worried."
Ratio and Aventurine looked at you, slightly startled by your sudden exclamation.
Aventurine let out a chuckle, his speech slightly slurred. "We were just out having a drink."
Ratio, slightly more composed than Aventurine, spoke up, his voice slightly strained due to the alcohol. "We lost track of time, sorry for worrying you."
You looked at the two of them, noting their disheveled appearance. It seemed like they had more than just a few drinks.
"I can see that," you said, a mix of relief and annoyance in your voice.
You moved closer, scrutinizing their faces. They were both clearly inebriated, their eyes bloodshot and movements a lil uncoordinated. 
without noticing that there were traces of hickeys on their necks. 
Ratio and Aventurine stumbled a bit as they tried to maintain their balance, their coordination affected by the alcohol.
Aventurine noticed you looking at their necks, and he quickly tried to cover the hickeys with his hand. But his reaction only drew your attention more to the marks.
Ratio, noticing this, shifted awkwardly on his feet, his gaze darting away from you.
Your eyes narrowed at the sight of the marks on their necks.
"What are those?" you demanded, your voice a bit colder now. 
Ratio and Aventurine exchanged a quick glance, their alcohol-clouded minds struggling to come up with a coherent response.
Aventurine spoke, "We were... having a bit of fun."
Your eyes narrowed further. "Fun, huh?" You repeated, a hint of annoyance in your voice.
Ratio, ever the mediator, tried to diffuse the situation. "It's nothing to worry about, sweetheart," he tried to reassure you, but his slurred speech contradicted his words.
Aventurine, perhaps a bit tipsy and bolder, smirked, "Yeah, harmless fun, that's all." 
You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding. 
It was fine, of course they could do that. 
"Mhm," you let go, before walking away a bit, to deter your thoughts a bit. 
"Did you bring the food?" You asked, as you looked at them. 
As they had said by message, you did not prepare anything for dinner, since they said they would bring food. And, already at almost midnight, you died of hunger. 
They exchanged another quick glance, realizing their oversight.
"Food," Ratio muttered, trying to focus his alcohol-fuzzed mind. "Right, we were supposed to bring food."
Aventurine looked at you sheepishly. "We, uh, forgot."
Your annoyance deepened, your disappointment in them growing.
"You forgot," you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady.
Ratio scratched the back of his head. "Yeah... We got carried away, I guess."
Aventurine, seemingly trying to light in the mood, chimed in, "To be fair, we were pretty druunk." 
Okay, that didn't help at all. 
A small knot formed in your stomach. You were hungry, and the realization that you would have to find something to eat at this hour made you kinda feel bad.
  They seemed oblivious to your frustration, their alcohol-clouded minds still attempting to justify their actions.
Ratio tried to play it off, "It's not a big deal, we can order something."
Aventurine added, "Yeah, we can get your food delivered."
But their suggestions only irritated you more.
"It's late," you retorted, your voice becoming more strained. "Most places are closed."
However, Aventurine's words dislocated you a bit. "Your food?" You repeated, while you frown a little in confusion. 
At your questioning tone, Ratio immediately realized his slip-up, and his face paled slightly.
Aventurine didn't seem to notice the effect his words had on you, the alcohol dulling his perception.
"Yeah, YOUR food," he repeated, not realizing the implications of what he was saying.
Ratio, picking up on your reaction, shot Aventurine a glance. "Vasha, just stop," he muttered, trying to shut his partner up. But Aventurine was too caught up in his drunk state to notice Ratio's warning.
Aventurine's words echoed in your mind, adding fuel to the fire of your growing irritation.
Ratio's attempt to silence Aventurine fell on deaf ears, and the alcohol coursing through Aventurine's system loosened his tongue even more.
"What's the problem?" Aventurine asked, still oblivious to the impact of his words. "We can order something specifically for you, right?"
Ratio winced, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
You clenched your fists, struggling to keep your emotions in check.
Ratio, seeing the tension building, tried again to intervene. "Vasha, shut up," he hissed through gritted teeth.
But Aventurine, still unaware of the gravity of the situation, waved him off. "Oh, come on, I'm just sayi–"
You interrupted him before he could finish. "Specifically for me?" You repeated again. 
"Have you had dinner yet?" You dared to ask, feeling a strange sting in your throat and chest. 
Aventurine's inebriated mind took a moment to process your question. 
His eyes darted to Ratio, who was silently mouthing "no" to him. But Aventurine, still under the influence of alcohol, blurted out his next words.
"Well... yeah."
Ratio's face paled more, and he pinched the bridge of his nose again, groaning in frustration.
Your heart sank further. The realization that they had not only forgotten to bring you food, but had also eaten without you, was like a punch to the gut.
You felt a mixture of disappointment and hurt wash over you, and it took all your self-control to maintain your composure.
Ratio shot Aventurine a harsh glare, his anger at his partner's drunken carelessness obvious.
Aventurine finally seemed to realize the implications of his words and the impact on you. A hint of soberness flashed across his features. "Oh,"
 Ratio tried to offer an apology. "We're sorry, we didn't mean to make you wait and…"
But you interrupted him, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "It's fine," you said, although it was clear that it wasn't. 
You turned away from them, walking towards the kitchen. "I'll see what I can scrounge up for myself."
 Ratio and Aventurine watched you walk away, their alcohol-dulled minds finally comprehending the gravity of their actions.
"Nice going, genius," Ratio said through gritted teeth, glaring at Aventurine.
Aventurine's drunkenness seemed to wane, replaced by a hint of guilt. "I didn't mean to..."  
Ratio let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand over his face. "I know, Vasha, but you made it worse."
"I just... I wasn't thinking straight," he murmured.
Ratio pinched the bridge of his nose again, his patience wearing thin. "You never think straight when you're drunk."
Before Aventurine could respond, Ratio cut him off. "Just... go take a shower, sober up a bit."
Aventurine nodded sheepishly, knowing that he had messed up. "Yeah, you're right."
He wobbled a little but managed to steady himself before stumbling to the bathroom.
Ratio let out another sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
He let out another weary sigh, still feeling the effects of the alcohol but regaining more soberness. He walked into the kitchen, where you were searching through the cupboards.
Ratio leaned against the doorway, watching you rummage through the cupboards.
The silence between you two was heavy, the tension from before still hanging in the air.
Ratio cleared his throat, trying to break the silence. "Hey," he began, his voice hesitant. 
You didn't turn around, continuing to search the cupboards for something to eat, your frustration evident in your tense movements.
Ratio could tell you were mad, and he didn't blame you.
Although at the time, the word 'mad' wasn't right for you. 
"Darling," he said softly, taking a few steps closer to you, "Can I..."
He reached out a hand, as if to touch your shoulder, but then hesitated, unsure if you would welcome his touch. 
"Go get the bed ready for Aven to lie down, you should do the same," you said, in a tense voice. 
At no time did you turn around, you kept turning your back on him while you pulled out a pan and oil. 
He withdrew his hand.
"I... okay," he mumbled.
He left the kitchen, heading towards the bedroom, still feeling the effects of the alcohol in his veins.
He turned and walked away, leaving you alone in the kitchen. Ratio went to check on Aventurine in the bathroom, hoping his partner would sober up a bit faster.
Meanwhile, you continued to prepare something to eat, your movements still tense and frustrated.
With one hand, you rubbed your eyes quickly, almost frustrated. 
Ratio leaned against the bathroom door frame, watching Aventurine dry his hair with a towel.
"How are you feeling?" Ratio asked.
Aventurine let out a small groan, his head still feeling heavy. "Like I should never drink again."
Ratio chuckled weakly. "That's what you always say, and yet here we are." 
Aventurine hung the towel on a rack and ran a hand over his damp hair, still looking a bit dazed.
"Yeah, I know," he muttered, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub.
He buried his face in his hands, groaning. 
Ratio crossed his arms over his chest, watching his partner's struggle.
"Well, at least you're a little more sober now," Ratio noted.
Aventurine let out a tired sigh, lifting his face from his hands. "Yeah, I guess... But I still feel like crap."
Ratio nodded in understanding. "That's what happens when you drink too much," he said, but there was a hint of worry beneath his words.
"Come, let's go to the room," he added, as he extended a hand to him to get up. 
Aventurine grabbed Ratio's hand, allowing his partner to pull him up.
He stumbled a bit, still a bit unsteady on his feet, but managed to stay upright.
"Aeons, I need to sleep," Aventurine mumbled, rubbing his temple with his free hand.
  Ratio helped him into the room, his arm around his partner's waist to provide support.
"I can imagine," Ratio said, guiding Aventurine to the bed.
Aventurine sat down on the bed, groaning again as he leaned back against the pillows.
Ratio sat down next to him, a concerned expression on his face.
"You really need to take it easy next time," Ratio warned.
Aventurine closed his eyes, still massaging his temples. "Yeah, I know, I know..."
Ratio glanced at the closed bedroom door, his mind still on you and the situation in the kitchen. 
You forced yourself into the room, taking a deep breath. 
Ratio looked up as you entered the room, his expression still laced with tension.
He could tell by your face that you were probably feeling bad.
Aventurine opened his eyes, wincing as the light hit his sensitive eyes.
"Hey, sweetheart," he said weakly, pushing himself up to sit more upright on the bed.
You looked at your hands again before walking to the bed where they were. 
"Take this," you said, extending a glass of water and two pills for each. 
At no time did you look into their eyes, at most you lifted their chests, but not at their faces. 
Ratio took the painkillers and cup of water from you, noting your distant demeanor.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice soft.
They both downed the pills, feeling the effects on their alcohol-muddled minds.
Aventurine watched you, feeling a pang of shame and guilt.
"Sweetheart... we're sorry-" he began, but you cut him off.
"It's okay, go to sleep," you said quietly, your voice betraying your shaky tone."i'm going to eat, rest well." 
Ratio's grip on the glass tightened a bit as he listened to your words.
He could sense the hurt and frustration beneath your calm facade.
"But...are you-" Aventurine started, but trailed off as you turned away, walking out of the room. 
You didn't like this at all. 
You were in the dining room, having dinner at 2am. 
Your eyes were a little itchy, but maybe you were being a little exaggerated. 
But you couldn't help but feel single in some way. That was when you weren't in a relationship with them. 
Ratio and Aventurine lay down in bed, both still feeling the effects of the alcohol.
Ratio stared up at the ceiling, his mind still preoccupied with his worries.
Aventurine shifted uncomfortably on the bed, the guilt and shame gnawing at him.
"Maybe we should try to talk to them...?" Ratio mumbled.
Aventurine let out a weary sigh, burying his face in the pillow.
"I don't think they want to talk to us at the moment," he muttered, his words muffled by the pillow.
Ratio grimaced, realizing that Aventurine was probably right.
"Yeah, you're probably right..." he said, his voice subdued. 
"I'm sure tomorrow they will forget everything," he said, caressing Ratio's cheek. 
  Ratio leaned into Aventurine's touch, finding comfort in his partner's presence. "I hope so..."
He was about to say something else, but a yawn cut him off.
"I'm exhausted," he mumbled, feeling the tiredness finally catching up with him.
Aventurine nodded, approaching him. 
"Yeah, me too..." he murmured, his eyelids growing heavy.
"I'll try to make it up to them tomorrow," he muttered.
Ratio hummed in agreement, feeling his own eyelids droop. 
Their words trailed off as they both surrendered to the pull of sleep, their alcohol-sated minds finally shutting down for the night.
Meanwhile, you finished eating your dinner, the food not helping to improve your mood.
You felt frustrated and a tad sad, despite trying to appear indifferent.
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The next day, and in itself, the days that followed, you forced yourself a little to act normal, until everything was 'normal' for your mind.
All for the sake of your job and relationship.
Well, you could say that everything was fine and as before.
Except that by the 'as before', it had become somewhat distorted.
In a way, they stay attentive and worried, or so you said to yourself.
But like that in a way, you felt like they had become more bossy, so to speak.
But that's what they behaved for you.
You couldn't tell if it was how they behaved or you were just getting a little fed up with the most basic things, you have to plan and do.
I mean, you were both of them's assistant, but not the housekeeper. 
Despite your efforts to act normal, there was a growing sense of irritation and frustration within you.
The lines between assistant and housekeeper often blurred, and it felt like they expected you to take on more than what was expected of your role.
Still, you tried to be understandable, you knew that their work wasn't the easiest and funniest ever. 
You tried your best to push these feelings aside, but it was becoming harder and harder. 
Days turned into weeks, and the strain on your nerves continued.
The tasks they asked you for went beyond what was reasonable for an assistant.
Your own responsibilities seemed to take a backseat, replaced by their demands and needs.
You felt overlooked and unappreciated, like your efforts and contributions were taken for granted.
Each time you tried to bring up your concerns, they brushed them off, assuring you that they were just being "busy" with work.
Or as they used to say, "by chance" they always did something together that kept them busy. 
The sense of imbalance in the relationship continued to weigh on you, eroding your patience and confidence. 
It became harder to ignore the frustration that gnawed at the pit of your stomach.
You felt like you were walking on eggshells, always trying to please them and meet their expectations.
But no matter how much you tried, it never seemed like enough.
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rottiens · 5 months ago
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⊹ ˚. BAROU SHOEI ┊ tags. . 18+, professional player barou, established relationship, afab reader, pussy inspection, oral sex (f! receiving), praising. divider creds: cafekitsune.
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You are comfortable. Barou's bed has always felt that way to you. Your back rests on the soft mattress, your body sinks just a little into the blue sheets with white triangular patterns. The room smells clean as always and of the lavender spray in which Barou bathes every space in the room after he comes out of showering after a long match.
The ceiling fan makes a barely audible noise which you catch, recognizing for the first time about three weeks ago after years of spending time in his room. The window is open too, helping to keep you from breaking a sweat.
You have a pillow under your head, one on your lower back and, you're comfortable… You might even fall asleep, if of course, you weren't so excited to pay attention to him.
You crane your neck to get a better look at him and see exactly what he's doing, what he's looking for.
"Shoei…"
"Hold still," he growls, grabbing a restless foot that moves over the width of his shoulder.
"I wasn't planning on going anywhere—," you tell him, even though you know he's not paying attention to you, not to what you have to say at least.
Your stomach raises your hands with a deep inhale.
"What are you doing?" you want to stir beneath him again, acutely aware of what he's doing, or rather what he's not doing.
Every now and then you feel his fingers sinking the cotton of your panties between the folds of your pussy, other times his breath leads in hot swirls to your slit and, you know at this point your panties are soaked, dripping through them, making the material see-through.
"I'm watching." Barou replies, obvious. One thumb at a time strokes your clit in circles, the feel of the fabric kissing your sensitive area and you gasp slowly. "I can tell you like it when I do it."
"That's not—"
"Don't lie to me," he accuses you with a smile you can't see. You settle your posture again to watch, the air billowing over your heads brushes the sweat from your forehead and tousles Barou's dark strands in soft spirals. Across your 'M' shaped legs and the valley of your stomach, he gazes at you with narrowed eyes and a hunter's gaze. "You're so wet," he acknowledges, breaking the connection between his eyes to look at your pussy now.
He tosses the edge of your panties aside, the smell of sex and sweat wafts to your nose barely noticeable amidst the overpowering scent of lavender. Your breath hitches and your face feels even hotter. You know that it being summer only makes your heat that much worse.
With your pussy now naked under his nose, Barou can take a much better look at the mess he's created. His thumb helps him spread the folds apart, going up and down on the soft sensitive flesh of your inner labia.
"Hold your thighs for a moment," he commands, his voice husky.
You do so, grab the flesh just below your thighs and expand them further for him, with your feet now not on his shoulders but in the air you feel much more unsteady, weaker.
You are trembling as he squeezes your clit between index and middle fingers, as he slides a digit up your slit and your hole twitches at the sudden touch. Barou can sense your desire, noting how eager you are by the flushed hue that has taken over your pussy. Borou squeezes it, pinches it, uncovers it as if he is touching it for the first time, like a scientist experimenting. You are trembling, now harder, you call his name and regret it almost immediately.
Barou looks at you as if he hasn't touched you for days. His mouth is open, his lips wet with, perhaps sweat, his own saliva. His hair is black as if someone has tousled it with their fingers and his crimson eyes have turned dark.
"What, baby?" he asks as if he doesn't know what you want. "What is it?" he speaks after leaving a kiss on your thigh.
Your throat turns scratchy as soon as he lowers his head without losing eye contact, his tongue just a pinkish flash that you lose sight of after it sinks into you. A flat tongue lick that makes a mess of your juices, he tastes you, devours you. He takes your nectar on his tongue and swirls it around your clit, sucking and licking, increasing his stroke with each new taste.
Barou grabs your ass and pulls you further into his mouth. He raises his eyes and looks at you with your pussy in his mouth, shaking his head from side to side as he sucks on your clit.
You're not going to see him for days after today because of his practices and the big game he has at the end of the month. You know he has to concentrate, that he's not going to be distracted by seeing you in person because he can't think of anything but you when you're around, always full of devotion to you, so maybe this is his way of making you remember him, that you'll be thinking about him all those weeks until you see him again.
Barou sucks once more on your clit, your fingers loosen to grab his hair and yet he whimpers like a wounded animal. He pulls away with pursed lips from the sweet fruit he is devouring to bark— "Keep them open for me."
You do as he asks, and Barou alternates between fucking you with his thick tongue and licking your clit. Between the heat rising like an invisible fog that overwhelms you and his punishing tongue leaving you no room to escape, you have no choice but to cum in his mouth, arching your back and falling further into the trap that was him.
"Give it all to me," Barou rolls the words on his tongue, full of possession, full of egotism, proud to know that there is no one in the world who can taste you the way he does.
And this is all he will think about in the match. Every goal he scores, he'll get him closer to being with you and going home. Every game he wins, he knows it will be an orgasm he's going to give you.
"That's my girl. Drink water, you're going to give me another one."
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ane-doodles · 5 months ago
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I refuse to create a new au, let's call it "alternate timeline"
Ok so, this is based on this illustration. They were just thoughts that came into my head while I was coloring. I'm bad at narration and good at lists so bear with me...
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We are located in the time just before Narinder discovers/creates/idk the way to revive mortals. He is still the bishop of death with his own cult and there are no problems with the rest of the bishops. I want to add a note: since this is set before the whole betrayal thing here Narinder is portrayed as calmer focused on his own thing.
The lamb (we will call her Avan hehe) is part of the cult of the red crown. She is really interested in everything related to spirits and gods and often gets into trouble because of her curiosity.
One day in particular she decides to follow one of the fireflies/devotion lights through the forest and ends up meeting the bishop of death who, thanks to a convenient breeze, ends up revealing his face by accident.
I don't know what happens in this period of time but the lamb ends up visiting the forest often to meet Narinder until it becomes a kind of habit.
Visits in the forest become common company within the cult as well. Avan receives as a gift the red cord that she uses as a belt to match Narinder (thanks to this other cultists believe that she has ascended to a new position and do not usually bother her with questions)
Avan ends up helping Narinder perfect the resurrection method with the knowledge she has of materials (bones, plants, among others) in addition to providing a different perspective and questions to the god of death. In the end they end up achieving the result that we know in the game. [for the ritual to work the summoner gives a small fragment of his life, since Narinder is immortal this does not affect him in any way]
Here the pre-game events take place: the bishops don't like this, they plan a way to stop what Narinder has started and opt to imprison him in the gateway, but first they must kill him (inspired by this post, go check it out )
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So Narinder is killed but he is not immediately chained, but rather the bishops decide to first put an end to the cult (to prevent knowledge about the resurrection from being dispersed). Avan's life is spared because "she seemed to be close to Narinder and his memory should not be forgotten" (me to myself: HA FOOLS! they left alive the only one who really knew the resurrection ritual)
As the massacre takes place, Avan (between terrified and confused) decides to do the resurrection ritual on her own. She takes Narinder's heart and hides deep in the forest.
As Avan is a mortal, the ritual affects her quite a bit (you can see her blackened fingers in a sketch). Narinder is brought back to the world of the living as a demigod, as Avan's mortal life was not enough to bring him back fully.
This is where the story gets a little blurry because my imagination started to run out…
While Narinder fervently desires to take revenge, his powers are truly limited now, and abusing them could kill him and even the lamb. Avan, for her part, prefers to hide at least for a while, scared of the bishops and the idea that they will discover that she was the one who brought Narinder back to life.
How the hell do you hide a cat at least three times your height?
Before the story went totally off track this was supposed to be some sort of Narinder flashback for the CFP Au
I did think about designing a lamb especially for this one, but I prefer to take and adapt Avana, it's more fun and I think the blue suits her well.
Is this a romantic Au? dramatic? Platonic? of friendship? of survival? idk, be creative with your own imagination and enjoy.
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