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can I request ‘accidentally calling the other wife/husband’ for lando please 🥹
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girlfriend? wife? ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩
Prompt: 63. accidentally calling the other wife/husband
𓆉 ln x reader 𐙚
𓆉 fluff 𐙚
masterlist ☾☼
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1. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.
just as the car reached the hotel, lando immediately held your hand. there were crowds of people on both sides, restricted by a barricade.
"you know what to do, right?" he asked you, softly.
"yes, lovie. we've done this hundreds of times before," you replied, unable to keep the smile hidden.
"i know, i know. i just worry. ever since my tiktok started showing me all those videos of celebrities getting attacked, i've been paranoid,"
"i'm aware. you forget, though, that you're the celebrity,"
lando tsked, "half the time, these people talk to me about you. the only reason they're fans of me is because of you,"
you laughed, and lando opened the door, stepping out. you followed. immediately, you walked inside the hotel with your head down, and watched lando from inside the safety of the hotel.
lando was taking his time and signing whatever was getting shoved in his face, smiling and interacting with a few of the fans as well. he took selfies, marvelled at the nail art that some of them had done, had brief discussions about tattoo designs for the fan. he loved it.
somewhere between the cheers of the fans, lando looked at the hotel entrance, searching for you. when he couldn't see you, he pouted, whispering to himself, "where's my wifey?"
the fans nearby heard him, and began cheering louder. lando's eyes widened as he realised his mistake.
well, fuck.
2. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.
they had another mini break after singapore. the team were all gathered at the mtc, just reviewing the past few races, and discussing what they were planning for the upcoming races.
zak and andrea had given speeches, as were expected, and then oscar and lando were called on stage as well.
oscar gave his speech first, though, it was just him thanking the team, andrea, zak, and lando, and how he was grateful for all their help in hungary and baku especially.
then, it was lando's turn.
"i think, oscar summed it up pretty well, actually. nothing left for me to say."
people laughed.
"um, yeah, no, i'm really thankful for all the hardwork that every person in this room has done. i mean, like oscar said, it wouldn't have been possible with any of y'all. our wins are yours, because really, we just go out and drive. everything else is all you," he said, gesturing to the room full of people.
"and, while i am so happy to be able to work with all of you, i really need to give special mentions to andrea, zak, oscar, jon, my mechanics, my wife-"
the crowd burst out in teasing "ooohs" and lando slapped a hand over his eyes as he laughed.
"we're not married yet. i keep doing that. we're not married yet. besides, when we get married, i'd call all of you. most of you. some. no, all." lando broke off again, as the crowd laughed.
he turned towards his girlfriend, and said, "babe, i've made a commitment now. we gotta have a huge wedding,"
everyone laughed again, including you.
"i'm gonna go bankrupt with so many people at the wedding,"
people continued laughing.
"how about this, the reception would be from mclaren?" zak said, wrapping an arm around lando's shoulders as he laughed.
"oh, how nice of you, zak,"
"no! it's gonna be all papaya! i'm not getting married in papaya colours!" you shouted from the side, smiling.
"huh? it's gonna be all papaya? well, babe, we gotta make sacrifices here," lando said.
the laughs of everyone mixed together, and eventually, lando composed himself enough to continue his speech.
3. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.
max was streaming on twitch. he wasn't doing anything in particular, really. he was just there, chatting with the chat, but mostly talking to lando who was sprawled on the bed behind him.
niran was on his way to max's apartment, and max and lando were just patiently waiting for their friend.
max began reading some of the comments in the chat, and responding, when one of them caught his eye.
"who is lando texting so angrily?" max read out loud. he turned and looked at his friend, who was still quickly typing on his phone.
"mate, who are you texting?" max asked, watching lando's concentrated face.
"the wifey," lando mumbled.
immediately, max turned to the chat and said, "he's not married! he's a dumbass who gets words mixed up! they're still only dating!"
"huh?" lando looked up, confused.
"you called her your wife." max explained.
lando groaned, "it keeps happening, i don't even know why,"
"right, cause that makes so much sense. what are you fighting with her about anyway?" he asked.
lando looked at his friend, confused, "we're not fighting,"
"then why do you look so mad?"
"do i? we were just planning our trip next month, and i was focused on that," lando revealed.
"that makes sense. do y'all fight though?"
lando's attention was back at his phone as he began typing again, "no. i do something stupid, she yells at me, i apologise,"
"what if she does something stupid?" max asked.
lando looked up from his phone, and the two best friends stare at each other for a few seconds before they burst out laughing. lando rolled on the bed as he laughed, and max fell off his chair.
the chat buzzed, trying to figure out what was so funny, but max and lando couldn't stop laughing.
"what if she does something stupid? oh, max, that was the funniest shit you've ever said," lando laughed.
"i knew it the moment i said it," max responded through his laughter.
"the only stupid thing she does is me," lando said, calming down a little.
"oh, for fuck's sake, lando!" max yelled at him, making him dissolve into laughter again.
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˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.
lando was sweating, his cap on his head was hiding the mess that his curls had become. he ran a hand through his face to wipe off the excess sweat as he paid attention to the question.
"so, lando, first pole position of the season in the very first race. how do you feel about that?" the interviewer asked.
"um, i mean, i feel good about it, obviously. seems like a good start, honestly, and the car is working beautifully, so i have no complaints there. it all just comes down to me, really," he said, grabbing his water bottle.
"that's good to here. do you think you'll be able to win tomorrow?"
"that's- uh, that's hard to say. i mean, we've got competition from both ferraris, and then there's max and george, who are also excellent drivers, so its hard to say. our goal for today was a pole, and our goal for tomorrow is a podium, if not a win,"
"right. and, who do we have with you as a support for the first race of the season?" the interviewer took a lighter tone, and lando immediately smiled.
"i've got my family here, a few of my friends who could come down here, and i've got my girlfriend," he responded.
"that's beauti-"
"no, wait. my wife. my girlfriend. no, my wife, my wife. i've been so used to calling her my girlfriend in public and my wife in my head that i keep getting them mixed up," lando laughed, holding his left hand up where his wedding ring glimmered.
"oh yes! you got married at the start of this year!"
"yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. finally married her, and then got her to sign the license. burned it the next day so there's no way she can divorce me now. we're stuck together for life," lando said, making the interviewer laugh.
"it's a beautiful wedding band," the interviewer complimented.
lando put his hand up again, showing the ring to the camera, "right? she picked it. she has amazing taste in stuff like this, i can't even tell you. she's just perfect, man,"
"alright, well, it's nice to see you in such good spirits! crush it tomorrow, yeah?" the interviewer said.
"for her? anything," lando said, scoffing, as if the mere thought of him not doing anything for his wife was just plain stupid.
the interviewer laughed again, as lando walked away.
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ఌ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐄
w.c › 6k
warnings › face claims. Part 3. Bottom male reader. Brief use of the word “pussy”
plot › you start to date Mingi, learning how much he has wanted you for years while reevaluating your relationship with Yohan
kinks › feminization, friction play, size differences, Noona kink, calls reader “girl”, praise kink
Words to know › maknae (막내) — youngest. Hyung (형) — a term a younger male will call an older male. Jagiya/Jagi (자기야) — “sweetie/baby.” Noona (누나) — a term a younger male will call an older female.
ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
Four years ago
“I heard you.”
Yohan glanced over at you, staring at your back. It was the day of the group’s first performance. The other members were to the other side of the dressing room, doing vocal exercises. You were fixing your tie. Everyone was dressed in school uniforms.
“Heard what?” Yohan asked, tilting his head. He never talked to you unless necessary. While every other member seemed to just fall at your feet—he wanted nothing to do with you.
It took a minute before you turned and looked at him. His eyes widen at the sight. You were on the verge of tears but somehow you were able to glare at him.
You walked over to him, “I heard you say that I must’ve slept with the CEO to get my position in the group.” Your voice was quiet. “I heard you say that Minnie probably hates me because I ‘replaced’ him.”
“Minnie?” Yohan whispered, raising an eyebrow.
“Let me tell you something, Park Yohan.” You leaned over, your breath brushing against his ear. “You don’t have to like me but I won’t take disrespect and I won’t let you tear this group down because you’re upset I’m a better leader than you.
“Besides, a real leader wouldn’t let his feelings get in the way of the group’s performance.” With that, you pulled away, not even sparing him another glance. You moved to where Gaeul was standing and motioned for her to help you fix your tie.
Yohan just stood there, staring at you in shock.
What the fuck?
He couldn’t even think about anything else—mainly on just what else could you have possibly heard.
But he didn’t get to think for long when it was Miracle’s time to perform. The group got on stage and Yohan felt weirdly uncomfortable. Almost all of the members looked at you for guidance—they didn’t even spare him a glance.
As each member got into position, Yohan glanced over at you. Your eyes were soft and resembled a doe. He took note that you didn’t even pay any attention to the people in the crowd but the members, giving each of them a wide smile.
You glanced at him and immediately your softness was gone. You simply nodded at him and fixed your head mic, making sure it was straight.
The metronome in the earpiece ticked before the song burst into the quiet scene. Everything was going well for the most part. While the crowd wasn’t too excited as it was the debut stage—a few people were getting interested.
Every members mic was on but you were certainly the highlight, managing to sing non stop, even singing your ad-libs.
As Yohan moved about stage, he heard the sound of fabric tearing. He didn’t even need to touch his legs to know his pants had ripped. Fucking cheap stakes! The pants were already tight on him, of course they ripped.
He continued dancing while subtly checking where the damage was done. His inner thigh… which was fine until he could tell it spread to the area of his crotch.
For fuck sakes. Yohan debated running off stage so he didn’t flash the audience as he got in a still position during your final chorus. As he mentally cursed himself while thinking of ways to subtly run back stage, you began tugging off your blazer.
You did it subtly enough that it looked as if it was apart of the performance. You didn’t even skip a second as you wrapped your blazer around Yohan’s waist, covering the growing split.
Yohan felt himself stiffen as you rest your head on his shoulder, finishing your line before Kihyun took over for the high note. This part of the song had all of the members frozen beside Kihyun.
Yohan tried to calm himself down as you stayed pressed against him, sacrificing your original position of standing beside him. He didn’t even know how you noticed his pants ripped. Everyone was so focused on completing the performance without a problem.
The rest of the song went fine, ending with each member’s picked out ending fairy. Yohan couldn’t even care too much, way too happy about not flashing anyone. He’d have to complain to the stylist today.
As the crowd clapped, the members released their pose and began to bow, thanking the audience. Yohan was about to say something when the sound of a whimper caught his attention.
He looked to his right to see you bawling…?
You took off your microphone as you covered your mouth to muffle your cries. Hyojin was almost immediately by your side, rubbing your back in comforting circles.
It didn’t take long for Doha to join, patting your head. Kihyun took a moment before coming over. Mingi looked nervous as he covered your body from the crowd’s face, almost like a way of giving you modesty.
Yohan just stared….
His group were comforting you as if they knew you for years now.
What the fuck?
After the group helped you walk off stage and everyone got changed into their regular clothing, Yohan was ready to just go home. He just hated that would still have to see you.
Everyone lived in a shared apartment, two boys in one room each. They had only moved in a few days ago and he was unlucky enough to room with you.
When they reached the apartments, Yohan was confused to see Kihyun taking some boxes away from his room. He walked in to see you on your side of the room, rubbing at your face. You glanced up when you heard him and frowned.
“Park Yohan-Ssi.” You said, he didn’t know how to feel with how respectful you were speaking to him—as if he was a coworker. “I’m switching rooms with Dodo—Doha. It… makes sense.”
“Makes sense?” Yohan asked, tilting his head. “What do you mean?”
You almost looked nervous before shaking your head. “A..anyway, I wanted to apologize… it was rude of me to say such things to you today right before a performance. I made you perform terribly.”
Yohan could only stare at you.
This…
How can someone be this….
He didn’t understand.
“I’ll go now…” you whispered, leaving the room quickly. Yohan didn’t even flinch.
Even if you had just apologized…
You weren’t wrong.
He was fucking up the group’s dynamic.
And it was all because he fucking hated you.
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After the 24 hrs performance, you had gained a wider audience than before. Gaeul had mentioned that there was a growth in female fans for you and she was certainly right. It was nice to see some fans that weren’t just thirsting over you but this somehow pushed you into more of the NSFW sphere of Miras.
You had went back to visit Hanniesmira only to see that she had started talking about you more. She had recently reposted another post of you.
The most repost was of a short clip of you at the amusement park. You were showing off the makeup the lady had done.
→ I wasn’t familiar with your game, bottom (Name) enthusiasts…
This account was of what looked to be a Kihyun biased Mira. You didn’t know to feel about there being ‘bottom enthusiasts’ but it was nice to see people appreciating your looks. Lots of comments even just innocently saying that you look great feminine.
You scrolled through some other posts when you came across a video from your debut. It was of the group at a variety show and you were standing together as the host was talking about something.
→ ??? I’ve never seen (Name) act like this before??
You didn’t understand what the Mira could’ve meant when you clicked on the video. It started off small as nothing out of the ordinary happened, just you fixing your position to stand straight. But then the clip replayed, with it zoomed in to your shoulder as you stood beside Yohan. The footage was slowed to show how when Yohan brushed up against you, you practically froze and immediately moved away.
@hanniesmira
↳ you didn’t know? Are you a new Mira?
@dohasflatass
↳ man, it was a whole thing! Yhn and (Name) didn’t interact with each other at all for the first six months
@hanniesmira
↳ six months? Naaaah, they didn’t get close until the group’s second year ㅋㅋㅋ
@hyoojinie
↳ dark times… now Yhn can’t leave (Name) alone ㅎㅎ I wonder why they hated each other so much
Before you could read anymore, Mingi came into your room. You shut off your phone and placed it down. You’d knew that it wasn’t exactly a secret for the fan base that you and Yohan weren’t chummy until the group’s second year.
You had honestly believed you’d never get close to him at all. But after your family emergency back then—Yohan practically changed.
Deep down, you constantly wondered if he would’ve still hated you if you didn’t go through that whole accident. You were deep in thought as you stood up and got into the motion to get ready for a shower.
Mingi being in the room didn’t even register until he suddenly spoke.
“Why can’t I tell anyone?”
You frowned, glancing over at Mingi who was now lying down on your bed. He was watching you get undressed. Even though you always tell him to look away—he doesn’t exactly listen to you anymore.
It had literally only been two days and Mingi acts as if he is your husband.
“It’s not smart. Hannie obviously can’t hear about it right now and it’s not fair to tell everyone but him.” You said, tugging off your boxers. “Just wait until after our album promotion… we’ll get a six month break so hopefully that’ll be a great time for Hannie to handle the news—if he really does like me.”
Mingi sighed. “You’re so naive, Hyung… you’d think you’re the youngest.”
You glared at him. “Just because I’m your boyfriend doesn’t mean you can speak so lax with me.”
“Why not?” Mingi smirked, his eyes glancing down at your bare lower half as you tugged off your shirt. “You’re lucky I haven’t showed you just how little honorifics mean to me. I’d like it if you’d call me Hyung in bed.”
“Mingi!” You whispered, eyes widen as you stared at him in shock. He was kinkier in ways you didn’t think was possible. But then again, you were a virgin… maybe this wasn’t that strange to be average adult.
“Can I take a shower with you?”
“Absolutely not.” You stormed off to the bathroom.
After showering, you came back to see Mingi was still on your bed. He turned his phone off immediately and gave you a grin. You only rolled your eyes, pulling out some pajamas.
You draped the towel on your shoulders as you pulled up your boxers. “Ah, I wanted to tell you something.”
“What?”
“I found a fan account of mines… Itsokokok. It’s so nice to see that I do have a fan account.” You said, glancing over at Mingi. He looked weirdly happy, a wide grin on his lips.
“Really? Of course you’d have a fan account.”
You smiled. “I guess. But, I think I know who runs the account.”
Mingi immediately sat up. “Wha—Ho—Who??”
You turned to fully face him, “Well I always knew the owner was a guy but it was weird how he talks about me. It’s like he knows me so well… but he hardly even responds to comments.” You smiled, walking over to Mingi.
He stared up at you, his eyes wide. You didn’t understand why he looked a bit nervous as you leaned down and kissed his nose.
“Who do you… think it is?” He asked.
“Kim Pilseung.”
Mingi blinked before raising an eyebrow, “who?”
“Kim Pilseung! The guy I signed the album for, I even gave him my number—”
“—excuse me?” Mingi stood up at that confession but you carried on, slipping on your shirt.
“But he hasn’t called me yet. Maybe he’s just shy.” You slipped on your shirt. “But it makes sense! He’s been around for a while—he’d know where to find pre debut videos of my past performances.”
“I’m still confused on why you gave a stranger your phone number.”
“I have two phones.” You said. “A work phone and a personal phone. I just gave him my work phone number.”
Mingi frowned. “What phone number do I have?”
“Work phone. Only my relatives have my personal phone number, I hardly use it because I don’t want a sasaeng to get the number.” You walked over to your night stand and opened the drawer, pulling out a phone that looked considerably older. “My personal! I’ve had it since I was in high school.”
You tossed it back inside, “it’s not like I use it often. It’s quite old, I need to buy a new one.”
Mingi only shook his head. “Anyway, I just want to know who the fuck Kim Pilseung even is. What the hell was he talking about when he mentioned a performance you did with someone else.”
“Don’t speak to me like that.” You said, sending him a swift glare. Mingi quickly straightened his posture as he apologized. “Good. Ah but Seungie was talking about the duo I was apart of. It was me and an old classmate of mines.”
“Seungie?” Mingi asked. “Wait, you were in a duo with a classmate?”
“Yea, cute right?” You giggled. “Mhm. My classmate and I performed together until he debuted in his company. We couldn’t perform together anymore after that. I almost gave up when that happened.”
You grabbed your (work) phone and pulled up your mother’s Instagram. It took a minute as you scrolled through the numerous photos she posted about you until you got to the first ever video she took.
It was another angle of the A.D.T.O.Y. Performance you did back in high school. This angle showed that you weren’t alone on stage but there was another boy beside you.
The caption was a bit crazy, but your mother was just an eccentric woman.
→ my baby performing!!! The voice of an angel, got it from me of course ㅋㅋㅋㅋ edit: Stop messaging me that song is inappropriate, he’s fully clothed!!! And yes, I know His friend is there too… I guess he sounds good too
“His name is Hong Garam.”
“He shares the same last name as you?”
You giggled, “yeah! That’s how we first started talking. Cute right?”
“We find different things cute.” Mingi rolled his eyes. “I’ve never heard of him, I guess he didn’t make it in the business.”
“You’re so childish. He has a stage name. He even—”
“Okay, okay, I care more about this Kim Pilseung. You think he’s the owner of your fan account, why do you care?”
“I want to thank him… is that weird?”
“No… I guess not, but honestly—you don’t need to.”
You frowned, “why not?”
Mingi sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to talk about another man right now, I was planning on having fun tonight.”
“Fun?”
“Never mind. I wanna sleep, lay down.” He didn’t even wait for you to respond as he pulled you to lay down on the bed. You didn’t even fight it, allowing him to manhandle you into his arms as he cuddled you.
“Minnie… I need to turn off the lights.”
“No.”
As he easily fell asleep, you couldn’t help but think back to the day everything changed between you and Yohan.
Two years ago
You were standing by the bridge, glancing up the moon. It was cool, the April weather finally starting warm up as May was approaching. You had to miss the group’s trip to the amusement park due to a family emergency and you were trying hard to not think about it.
It was silly. It was just an amusement park anyway…
Your gaze was on the water beneath the bride as you stood up on your tippy toes to get a better look.
It was almost calming when you were suddenly tackled to the ground. A loud scream left your throat as you immediately tried to fight against your assailant when you came face to face with… Yohan?
You stared up at him with wide eyes before a frown pulled on your lips. “Yohan-Ssi, what are—?”
“—are you crazy?!”
You blinked. “Crazy?”
Yohan glared down at you as he gripped your wrists. “Were you seriously about to jump? I know everything seems terrible right now but you can’t.. you can’t just leave the others… they’d be crushed.”
“But I wasn’t—”
“—even I’d… I don’t know what I’d do if you were gone.” His voice had gone soft, his grip loosening. “They can’t.. no, we can’t go on without you. I know I’m such a dick and nothing I say can change that but please… let me make it up to you, no matter how many years it takes. Don’t leave us, Hong (Name)… we can be your new family—especially after losing—”
“—Park Yohan, my family didn’t die.” You said, interrupting him.
“Huh?” Yohan opened his eyes, they were surprisingly wet with tears. “But the nurse said they died at the scene…?”
“The car accident wasn’t anything serious.” You shook your head. “I had to come for my mom so they can patch a cut she has on her forehead. Only the car got damaged.” You frowned. “The nurse must’ve gotten me mixed up with someone else.”
“So… your mom and brother didn’t die in a car crush?”
“No. I don’t even have a brother.” You stared at him up, tilting your head. “Besides… there’s a net attached to the bridge, it’d catch me if I really did want to jump.”
Yohan simply blinked. “So… so I…”
“You cared enough to run after me?” You whispered, a slight grin on your lips. “Y’know, this wouldn’t have happened if you visited when the other members came.”
“Oh.”
“Oh.” You laughed. “So, is that it? Will you start ignoring me now?”
Yohan got off of you, staring down at you. He glanced over the bridge—possibly checking to see if you weren’t lying before shaking his head.
“No. I guess I just needed a push to be honest. I meant every word.”
It was your turn to stare at him in shock. Your lips parted as you tried to speak but only a gasp left you.
It was from that moment, that Park Yohan had realized how bad he—no, the group—needed you.
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Kim Pilseung still hadn’t called you—you were beginning to think maybe he didn’t want to. But then again, he was shy when speaking to you. Perhaps he was just nervous.
You were in the dance studio with the other members after a long day of practicing. Mingi and Yohan looked to be acting normal so you were semi happy. Though there would be instances of Mingi would purposely touch your waist in ways he’d never done before.
Luckily Yohan didn’t seem to be taking the bait, yet…
“You keep staring at your phone,” Kihyun suddenly said, wiping at the sweat on his neck. “Waiting for someone? Maybe that guy you visited all the time?”
Mingi immediately sat up from the floor, staring straight at you. “What guy? When was this?”
“When Hyung, Hyojin and I shared an apartment together,” Kihyun said, unknowing to the inner turmoil he was sending Mingi into. “Hyung would leave at 10:00 pm sharp and come back with this guy. The guy was always overly dressed—hat and face mask. He wouldn’t even speak, just dropped off a sleepy Hyung before leaving like the flash.”
Hyojin hummed. “I thought he was drugging Hyung but it seems Hyung just has a natural clock.”
You frowned, “that’s a bit embarrassing.” By natural clock, it simply meant your body automatically shut down by midnight. No matter how hard you tried—you would practically drop like a rock into slumber. You only managed to stay up to 12:30 am, once. Back in middle school no less.
“Who was he anyway? You stopped meeting with him right before we moved into double apartments?” Kihyun asked.
“Ah. Hong Garam.” Only Mingi seemed bothered by this while the other members only stared at you in confusion.
“Who the fuck is that?” Doha asked.
“Hyung’s old classmate,” Mingi answered, his face tense as his jaw tightened. Shit, you’d have explaining to do later.
“He’s also Hong Hwan.”
That seemed to cause Hyojin to sit up. “Hong Hwan?!”
Even Kihyun seemed shocked. “Hong Hwan?! I’ve met Hong Hwan and I didn’t even know!” He cursed to himself, shaking his head.
Mingi groaned, “who is that?!”
“Hong Hwan,” Doha answered. “A popular actor. Well he used to be an idol but he’s basically more of an actor nowadays. His group disbanded but he has solo songs.”
“Do you guys still talk?” Mingi asked. “You haven’t been leaving the dorm.”
You nodded. “He’s busy with promotions for his latest drama. I can let you guys meet him when he’s free.”
“I’d love that, Hyung!” Kihyun immediately said, a grin on his lips.
The other members chimed in agreement while Mingi only huffed, shaking his head. You sighed. After a few minutes of brief conversation, Gaeul walked into the studio with a grin on her face.
“Hey, Hey~! So tomorrow you guys will record content but it’ll be different from normal!” She said, giggling in excitement. “It’ll be a roleplay—like a family type thing. There’ll be two parents, three kids and the other is one of the character’s boyfriend.”
“Like a drama?” Doha asked.
“Yes yes. The whole plot is that the parents and younger brothers don’t approve of their eldest daughter’s boyfriend because he looks like a gang member.”
“Daughter? So one of us has to play a girl?” You asked.
“Technically two girls, as there’s a mom. Anyway, we allowed Miras to pick all of your roles! We did a poll on Twitter. So first, the boyfriend will be played by Mingi!”
Mingi perked up at that, “really?”
“Yeah, yeah. Ah, the younger brothers will be played by Yohan and Doha. You can pretend to be any age you want.” She scrolled on her phone as she hummed slightly. “And now for the daughter, Hyojin will be the daughter—is that okay, Hyojin-Ah?”
Hyojin hummed. “I’m fine with it.”
“Great. That leaves (Name) and Kihyun.”
You kinda mentally prepared to be the dad—it was obvious. Miras constantly called you Miracle’s dad! But you never thought they’d vote Kihyun as the mom—he wasn’t the type. Honestly you were shocked Doha wasn’t the boyfriend as his whole assigned persona was a bad boy.
Maybe Miras wanted a little change as well.
“Kihyun was voted as the dad and (Name) as the mom! The van will pick you guys up at noon tomorrow, be ready! I’ll see you guys later.” With that, she left.
You blinked. That was a surprise.
But a welcomed one at that.
The group all went home after that. You expected Mingi to immediately start questioning you about Hwan but he seemed to have forgotten all about it. He only sprawled out on the couch and began watching a random Thai drama. You gave him a quick kiss good night before leaving to your bedroom.
You pulled out your phone and began checking Twitter again, wanting to see the polls. It wasn’t anything too crazy—no one seemed mad at the results. In fact a lot of Miras were excited to see Mingi as a ‘bad boy.’
A few giddy to see Hyojin as a girl.
As you scrolled you came across an older video—it looked to be from the group’s second year. The groups first ever festival performance. You remembered it was for a college festival.
The video looked to be off the ending. Each member was walking to their ending position. The song playing was ‘Sweet Dreams’ so each member got down to the ground and laid their head on the other’s shoulder, pretending to fall asleep.
After the final verse, each member began to ‘wake up’ as they waved at the fans. But when it reached Kihyun, second to last, he didn’t get to get up because your head was still resting on his shoulder. He reached over to tap your shoulder only to find out you were fast asleep.
He immediately began laughing and comfortingly patted your head as the other members turned around to see what was wrong.
You vaguely remembered why you had fallen asleep—it was midnight by the time the performance was over. It was a miracle you even managed to finish the performance when you remembered being sleepy the entire time.
A dip in your bed caught your attention as Mingi appeared beside you. He looked tired as he laid down, patting the spot beside him. You only rolled your eyes but laid down, immediately cuddling up in his arms.
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“I think I make a pretty girl.”
You glanced over to see Hyojin already fully dressed in his girl costume. Because his hair was already a bit long, the hair stylist only added extensions to make them reach his shoulders. His outfit wasn’t too feminine by all means. A pink t-shirt and shorts.
He had on light makeup—one a teen girl would normally wear. You gave him grin.
“Cute~ My daughter is cute.” You teased, giggling as Hyojin rolled his eyes. The others were already done for the most part, waiting out in the living room. Filming was taking place in a random house the company rented out.
You were almost finished—the hairstylist simply fixing your wig. Dressed in a more feminine outfit—you wore a fluffy white sweater with a black pants that disguised itself as a flowing skirt.
The wig the hairstylist was putting on you was black that reached your back. It looked cheap but with the curls the stylist put it made it have more volume. Your makeup was minimal and hardly noticeable.
Hyojin hummed, joining you by the makeup stand. “You look like you could be someone’s mom.” He said, laughing when you glared at him through the mirror.
The both of you join the others where a staff member is clipping their mics to their clothing. Yohan was dressed in a soccer uniform while Doha still had on a school uniform with fake glasses.
Kihyun was dressed exactly like a dad. Rectangular glasses sat on the bridge of his nose while his hair was swiped back with gel. He’s dressed in a polo shirt and black slacks.
But they didn’t matter too much to you—your members always looked good. No, who caught your eye was, of course, Choi Mingi.
His blonde hair was shaggy and purposefully messy, a bit of dark eyeliner that sharpened his fox like eyes. He wore a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt and black ripped jeans. He was fixing his clip on mic when he gazed over at you.
You watched as his eyes slowly widen with recognition as he took you in. You felt your cheeks burn as you wanted to look away but kept staring back at him. Did he think you looked good? Hopefully you looked good.
Filming started shortly after Gaeul reminded every one of the plot—you were all free to improvise basically everything. You sat down on the couch near Kihyun, leaning against his shoulder. His arm slid underneath your back as his hand let itself rest at the slight curve of your waist.
Even if you didn’t view Kihyun romantically, you couldn’t help but blush a little.
The little roleplay went fine for the most part, you acted like the ‘mediating mother’ who didn’t necessarily hate the boyfriend while the father and brothers hated him.
It was fun for the most part. Though throughout the roleplay, you could notice a strange tension rising between Yohan and Mingi. You began to watch them nervously as they faked argued. It was started to feel a bit too real with the words they were using.
“And how can you even be good for her—?” Yohan started.
“—Hey, Hey, you act like I’m ten!” Hyojin interrupted.
“Yeah, you’re so controlling,” Mingi chuckled. “What makes you the one who gets to choose for her?”
“Because—!”
“—this so annoying, she’s not worth this hassle. what if I take your mom instead will you still be this angry? She’s hotter anyway.”
Everyone blinked as they stared at Mingi. It took a second before Kihyun realized he should act as he immediately stood up and began spouting some nonsense while you could only stare. You felt hot as you couldn’t even come up with a line but only bury your face in your sweater.
You’d kill him later.
Shooting ended not even twenty minutes later. None of the staff seemed to be mentioning the whole ‘she’s hotter’ sentence. You wondered if they would just edit that out as you handed over the mic to a staff member. Each member looked ready to go home and eat—you included.
You need to take your wig off however so you began walking to the hairstylist when a hand grabbed your sweater and tugged you away. You didn’t even get a chance to scream before you were slammed into a storage closet.
It didn’t take a genius to know who had dragged you here.
“Mingi—can you be a bit gentler next time?” You whispered, sighing softly.
“Sorry, sorry.” Mingi gave you a cheeky grin before slowly guiding you rest your back against the wall. “But you look too good right now… I want to kiss you.”
You blushed slightly. “You look good too.” You shyly whispered, glancing up at him. Your hands slowly reached up and rest on his shoulders, gripping at his jacket before pulling him further down. Mingi didn’t need to be told twice as he eagerly kissed you, his hands grasping your waist.
The kiss was intense, Mingi kissing you like he wanted to eat you. His fingers dug into the waistband of your pants before managing to tug them down. They pooled around your feet as your eyes widen in shock. You pulled away from the kiss and stared up at him in shock.
“In.. in here?!” You whisper-yelled.
Mingi hummed, undeterred as he began pressing light kisses on your neck. “Just this once. I won’t ask for something like this again. Please, Noona?”
Your body shivered at the title, a strangled gasp leaving your throat as he teased the tip of your cock. Wait when did he pull down your underwear? Any part of you that didn’t want to do this was pushed down at the immediate pleasure of him teasing your cock.
No way you can wait until you get home now.
“Okay… just this once.” You whispered.
Mingi immediately began unbuckling his jeans with speed you thought was impossible. He still kissed and nipped at your neck—still careful to not leave any marks. You bit your bottom lip to muffle any moans as he gripped your thighs, lifting you up.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, nervous for how this would work. Wasn’t he supposed to prep you? But he was quite big, how long was he supposed to prep you for?
As you tried to calm yourself down, you felt his cock rub against yours. He had pulled up your sweater to show off your stomach. You shuddered and glanced down to see him line his cock right on top of yours.
“What’s this..?” You whispered, gasping as he began to slowly rub against you. “I thought you… were gonna put it in.”
“In here?” He asked, an incredulous expression on his face. “No way, not for your first time. We can get off like this. Just let me lead, Noona.” You blushed again as you meekly nodded.
His hands slid up to your waist as he pressed his body fully against yours. Your cock was now firmly against his—unable to slip away. Mingi pressed a soft kiss on your collarbone before pulling away just a bit to see your face.
“I’ll make it quick… so they don’t get suspicious.” He said, though you could tell that he would’ve dragged this out if there wasn’t the threat of getting caught. “Don’t make a sound, I don’t want anyone hearing you.”
It was slow at first. His hips bucked forward as your toes curled, his thicker cock dwarfed yours as they rubbed together. It burned a bit as there was no lube to make the friction smoother. Mingi seemed to notice this as he spit into his hand and rubbed it against both cocks. You tried not to be grossed out.
Sex was messy anyway.
He started out slow before speeding up. You almost wished he actually fucked you. This must’ve been how he usually fucks anyway. The tight grip on your waist as he slammed forward, your body shaking from the force.
The pre-cum leaking from your cock began to coat both cocks, allowing for an easier friction. Your voice was beginning to get louder as you buried your face into his neck, clawing at the jacket for some type of purchase.
“I bet you’re tight… so tight, Noona. Next time, I wanna fuck your pussy, can I? Can I, Noona?” He whispered, into your ear, chuckling when you only answered with a high pitched moan. “Do you like that? Calling your hole a pussy?”
His hips suddenly stilled as you cried in disappointment. “C’mon, Noona. I’m doing all the work… you can answer my question. Do you like it?”
You whined before nodding your head.
“Ah, ah, use your words. You’re an adult.”
“So mean…”
“What was that, Noona? You want me to stop?”
“No, no! I…” you whined, your cock aching for release. “I like it.. please I wanna cum.”
“See~” he cooed, “that wasn’t too hard. You’re such a good girl, Noona.”
His nails dig into your skin as he slammed his hips up, your cocks rubbing together once more. Your moans immediately leave you as you feel yourself reach your peak. You cum not soon after, Mingi’s name leaving your lips in a pathetic whimper.
Mingi follows right after, biting down on your bare shoulder. Luckily the cum didn’t reach the sweater. It coated both of your stomachs as he loosened his grip on you. You both breathed heavily as he glanced over at you.
“You really are hotter.” He said, a slight smirk on his lips.
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After that whole storage closet incident, you and Mingi have finally felt a bit more comfortable sex wise. In short, you guys were humping each other practically every night. Which led tonight: you were sitting on his lap, wearing only your boxers with a t-shirt.
You had been watching him gaming when he suddenly asked for a reward for beating his high score. You refused at first since you had wanted to go to bed an hour ago but he had begged you to watch him play.
It only took one puppy dog pout before you conceded and allowed him to choose a reward.
Of course the reward was you grinding on top of him. Your ass was directly over his dick. You could tell he wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath his sweatpants. It began to harden beneath your ass as you slowly grind on top of him.
“You’re so sexy, Hyung. I’m not sure if I can take this anymore,” Mingi groaned, reaching over to grasp your waist. You shivered.
“You.. don’t have to… I’m ready.”
Mingi blinked. “Really..? I can..?”
Your hips stopped as you blushed slightly, nodding your head. “Yeah… humping each other is fun but I wanna feel you.. i..inside me.” You thought you’d die of embarrassment.
But that almost seemed to send Mingi over the edge as he immediately flipped your positions to where you were laying on the couch. You stared up at him shock as he pulled down your boxers, your cock flopping free.
You couldn’t help but feel excited at how eager he was. You shyly opened your legs wider so Mingi could have easy access. Just as he was about to kiss your stomach, your phone began ringing.
You immediately shot up, ignoring Mingi’s whines as you reached for your phone. People hardly called you so you always immediately checked. It took a second for the name to fully register but when it did, a grin pulled on your lips.
홍가람
Hong Garam.
Three years ago
Mingi was a bit camera shy when it came to variety shows. He hardly looked into the camera as he just let the other members talk until he was called upon. Because of that, his gaze was focused on the members—mainly you, really.
So he noticed how you practically froze up when Yohan accidentally brushed against you. He’d never seen you react like that before. If he wasn’t on camera he would’ve said something but he decided to do something less disruptive.
Because everyone was standing in a huddle than a line, it was easy for him to slip between Kihyun and Doha to get to you. He stopped though—wanting to make it seem like he was just shifting around. After a minute or so, he moved again, gently pushing you further to the right so he could fit between you and Yohan.
Yohan didn’t seem to notice at all while you glanced over at Mingi, a confused look on your face. But Mingi didn’t look at you, knowing that if he did he would’ve fold immediately. He just stared at the host—pretending he was paying attention the entire time.
If he did glance over at you, he would’ve noticed the slight blush on your cheeks as you smiled to yourself.
The whole idea for a family drama thing was definitely from SKZ lmao. Leading heavily into feminization but Mingi has multiple kinks, just wait and see
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creamecafe · 2 days ago
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Hi there! Can you do a continuation of platonic squid game where the teen reader dies during the game, Like slowly dies as she calls out to character like (ahjussi, apparently, or unnie..)
Season 2 Squid Game Characters with Teen!Reader who dies in one of the games
Pairing: Platonic!Squid Game Characters x Teen!Reader
Warnings: death, angst, guilt
Author's Note: it's so HARD to find season 2 gifs for this. But thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it!
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Seong Gi-Hun
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It feels like the universe is punishing him
He lost so many people before, he thought he was numb to tears
He cries and falls to the floor not caring who's around
Tries to keep strong to finish the game but feels like he shouldn't be alive
Young-il
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I believe honestly that he would still keep the cold look but he'll cry when he's in the dormitory
He'll have a "talk" with the guard that killed you
Tries to ignore his feelings of grief but it's distracting him from the game
Thanos (Player 230)
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Tries to keep his chill persona like Young-il
But when he's in the bathroom he'll be crying
He didn't expect to be attached but it was too late
Would snap if anyone brought up your name
Kang Dae-Ho
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Would feel like he failed protecting you
Your face of your last moments would haunt him
During the battle against the guards he would keep thinking of you and your lifeless body
Lee Myung-Gi
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Tries to deny it at first
But hearing your number be announced that you're eliminated is all too real
Your bed is empty and everything of you is now a memory
Between Jun-Hee and your death, he wants to change and turn things around
Park Min-Su
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Is paralyzed when he sees your dead body or sees you get shot
Tries to hold it in, but is crying when he sleeps
You were the only thing close to being a real friend for him, besides Thanos
He chooses X, afraid what Thanos will do, but does it honor of you
Nam-Gyu
Doesn't show his emotions with the others, as he's afraid he'll be seen as weak.
But when everyone's asleep, he goes to your bed (Like how he did when Thanos died) and just cries
Wants to vote X, but is scared of Thanos so he chooses O
Jun-Hee
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She finally has a real sense that this game is indeed cruel
Tries to keep strong but breaks down in the bathroom
Holds her stomach real close as she tries to think how she'll make it out of here, as you should have.
Cho Hyun Ju
If you die in the mingle game, guilt will overcome her
She presses X for you, most likely knowing she won't get out due to the majority of Os being voted
Your empty bed in the dormitory haunts her as she misses your laugh and your plans to get out
Se-Mi
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Tries to keep her chill persona up
But seeing you die snapped something inside of her
She immediately thinks of Min-su and is afraid to lose him too
Votes X because of you, knowing that Thanos and Nam-gyu would hate her afterwards. But she doesn't care, all she misses is you
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burreauxwrites · 2 days ago
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“TIGER” - (joe burrow x reader)
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description: while taking a bath with joe, you made an important discovery. he has stretch marks! (i wrote this after discovering that joe has stretch marks 🥹 he’s so lovely)
word count: 708
warnings: fluff, sharing a bath, joe is kind of touched deprived.
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it had been a busy day for both you and joe. you had some work you had to get done, and joe had practice. there really wasn’t anything the both of you wanted more than to enjoy a relaxing bath and chat about your day together.
the both of you liked to call it your “nightly debriefing”. joe would talk about how practice went and any funny moments, while you shared some gossip and what your day was like at work.
joe started the water, running his hands beneath the rapid stream to check it’s temperature for the both of you. one the temperature was what you both desired, he put in the stopper, letting you add the body soap. you opted for a warm vanilla scent, compared to lavender.
the both of you stepped into the tub once the water finished filling it up, sinking into the warm, soapy water. joe looked at you fondly, shuffling over to you a bit.
“y/n, babe,” he asks, looking at you with a slight pleading look, “could you massage my back, please?”
“of course, joey.” you answered, nodding and beckoning joe to come closer and turn around.
when he does, your delicate hands run over his frame, kneading and working out any knots. a soft grin formed onto your lips as you heard him relax; he was always one of the most hardest working people you’ve ever known, and he deserved to have time to be calm and not feel stressed.
as you continue massaging him, you stop, a faint gasp escaping your lips.
joe had stretch marks. the most beautiful ones you’d ever seen, really. all of the lines on his back and shoulders stood out against his skin, soft and uneven, like ripples in sand after a wave. you figured they were from him working out a lot and bulking up quickly.
“what…?” joe questioned, noticing your gasp and the pause in your movement.
“you…you have stretch marks…” you murmured fondly.
joe chuckled, the sound rumbling his body a bit underneath your hands. “yeah, i do. it’s no biggie,” he shrugs, relaxing as you begin massaging him again, “when you gain muscle really quickly, that kind of thing tends to happen.”
you smiled, nodding as a soft hum came from you. your hands drew gentle circles around the scars as you stared at them lovingly. they’re so beautiful. he’s beautiful. you loved every single inch of joe, and the fact that he had stretch marks made him imperfectly perfect.
“they’re cute,” you cooed softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss onto his shoulder where the marks were, “they’re like…tiger stripes,” you giggled as you traced over the marks with your finger softly.
“tiger stripes, huh?” joe laughed, partially due to the ticklish sensation of your finger, and your words, “what, so i’m a tiger now?”
“mhm,” you agreed, continuing to pepper his shoulders and back in kisses. you pulled back for a moment, taking a warm look at his skin and making it your mission to commit it to memory, “you’re big, strong, kind of intimidating, and beautiful.”
joe shook his head at your words, sighing as you continued massaging his body. you always praised joe, both for his skills and physical traits. he found it sweet; he could have the most mundane mole or scar, and you treated it like a piece of art.
he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a small moment in relaxation. with a smile, leans back, putting a decent bit of weight on you, but not too much; he didn’t want to crush you.
you could tell he was feeling a bit touch deprived, but you didn’t mind. it was easy for you to tell that he was having a moment where he just wanted to be held. so, you leaned back against the tub, wrapping your arms around him with a smile.
“y/n?” joe asked, opening his eyes as he felt you rest your head onto his shoulder.
you perk up a little, “mhm?” you ask, looking at him warmly.
“i love you.” he sighed.
with a softened gaze, you run a thumb against his scarred skin with admiration and profound care.
“i love you too, tiger.”
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pooksbedamned · 2 days ago
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That was eye opening.
I was trying to figure out just how overstimulated I am at work for 10 hours a day, and that game wasn’t even coming close!
Imagine all that going on but you have to WATCH to see none of the bouncies leave the area. Or the press didn’t do its full job each time, or the sound of the rain changed tone. Or the girl in the lower corner position changed. Or the coin collector is doing it slightly wrong.
Sounds during a typical case:
Warming device (blowing hot air)
Fluid warmer (pumping motor sounds )
Heat rate beep (beep beep beep …)
Oxygen sat (different TONEs that if it changes, your ears perk up)
Blood pressure cuff goes hmmmmmm noise throughout the case
SCD machine (continuous inflation motor/ low battery beep)
Robot noise - think jet engine non stop whirrrrrrr dear god its fucking loud
Elecrocautery: continuous loud tone when in use
Bipolar: continuous different loud tone when in use
Other instruments: a cacophony of tones, buzzes or beeps when in use
Telephones: ringing (it’s blood bank or pathology with news we need to hear on loudspeaker)
Overhead Pager system: loud enough to be heard over all room noise. Used for stat pages
Vocera: a personal pager system we have to wear around our necks. constantly going off at least 10x an hour (it’s necessary)
Hallway noise: people moving heavy carts, equipment, having work conversations
Conversations in room:
Teaching- nonstop conversations. Could be up to 4 different conversations going on simultaneously. (Tech/nurse/resident/anesthesia resident) but you have to listen for the surgeon when they are talking to YOU and not anyone else
MUSIC ON TOP OF ALL THIS LOUD ENOUGH TO DROWN OUT ALL THE NOISE.
And sometimes the music is just so shitty.
Now add to this the actual job being done. Double the work if you are teaching! Because you have to watch them, the surgery, the field…
And the husband wonders how I can sit in the dark with no noise doing nothing
are you frequently overstimulated?
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gothicfied · 16 hours ago
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Hey, i love your writing. I was wondering if you could do a Dae-ho fic where the reader is apart of his group (with gi-hun and stuff) but used to date Thanos, who is trying to win her back. She asks the boys to help stop her from going back to him cause she can;' help but want to. Later dae ho asks why she dated thanos cause he was toxic and she admits she feels she doesn't deserve better. Dae ho confesses and promises that he will give her better. I don't know if this makes sense, but thanks :)
Why can't I let go? - Kang Dae-ho / Player 388
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Pairing: Kang Dae-ho / Player 388 x fem!reader (maybe slight Thanos x reader)
Summary: Seeing your ex months after your break up made you question things again, but Dae-ho gave you a reason not to go back to him.
Warnings: Mentions of death/dying, gunshots (typical squid game stuff), other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (english isn't my first language)
Word count: ~ 1.6k
A/N: hi and thank you sm!! I hope this comes close to what you had in mind (:
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What made being in this slaughter house even worse for you, besides the fact that you had to worry about dying every few seconds, was the fact that your literal ex boyfriend somehow also ended up here. Well, actually, you knew exactly why Thanos, as he liked to call himself now, entered the games as well — Not only did he basically bankrupt himself with investing in that stupid crypto currency, no, he took most of your savings too and created unnecessary money problems for you. That was obviously the break-up-reason, although he just wasn't the best boyfriend over all.
His presence already pissed you off when spotting him in the crowd after initially waking up in that uncomfortable bunk bed. Thanos only spotted you when walking up the weird, colorful stairs to the first game. Pushing other players to the side, he made his way up to you and tapped you on the shoulder, non-stop apologizing for what he had done to you. It has been like that since you broke things off with him, but you made the effort to block him on everything and simply not answer the door when he came by every now and then to win you back.
Thanos was annoying and dangerous, as it showed itself in Red-Light-Green-Light. Not only was he a junkie, he was also seemingly ready to sacrifice the life of other people for his own benefit. At first, when Player 456 yelled out that everyone who got 'disqualified' would essentially get shot, you didn't want to believe him. Even Thanos leaned over to you, much to your annoyance, and said "What the fuck is this guy on?". He's one to talk, huh. In the end, when Player 456 was right, you immediately took his advice and voted 'X' during the first voting.
"Thanks for saving us back there." you said to Player 456, hesitantly approaching him and his friend, Player 390. They introduced themselves as Gi-hun and Jung-bae, inviting you to sit down and eat with them. A few moments later another young man dropped down from his bed and agreed with you, also claiming that how Gi-hun acted was heroic. "Why'd you vote like that then?" you asked Dae-ho after he sat down next to you, pointing at the blue badge upon his chest. "Ah, you know," feeling like he got caught, he kept looking away from your eyes, "the money now is not nearly enough to pay off my debts. But, don't worry, I'll definitely vote different next time!" You guys continued talking and even laughing a bit, telling each other about your life outside of here.
You, alongside Jung-bae, found out that he was a marine. Both were actually, immediately finding common ground. Watching them joke around with each other, you couldn't help but smile — Which stopped as soon as you looked to the other side, to the people who voted 'O', and spotted Thanos staring at you. He was clearly not happy with how you voted or the fact that another man made you laugh, even though you only met him a few minutes ago. That's just how Thanos is, you feared: always jealous about someone, worried you're going to cheat on him, but would then flirt with his female fans in the same breath. He always claimed it was because they were his fans and they loved to feel like he was reachable, but that was never a justification for you.
For some reason, that you didn't pay attention to, a little fight between the two sides broke out, and Thanos thought this was the best time to drag you away from all that and talk with you. You saw him stand up and approach you, to which you already shook your head, but when he grabbed your arm and just took you with him, you couldn't do much. "Why would you do that?" he asked you, his eyes staring into yours. "What? What did I do now? Can't you just leave me alone?" You crossed your arms in front if your chest and just looked down at your feet, because, if you were being honest with yourself, when your ex boyfriend looked at you like that.. it kind of did something to you. Perhaps regret your decision.
"Baby, seriously?"
"Don't fucking call me that."
"Come on, I know you love it, princess.."
"Get to the point."
You were annoyed, agitated, but somehow still wanted to hear what he had to say. Thanos huffed, furrowing his eyebrows. "Why did you vote like that? If we play just two more games, we could pay off our debts and maybe.. try again?" He grabbed you by your shoulders, shaking you a little so you'd look up at him again. When that didn't work, he wrapped his arms around your waist and tried to pull you close, but that was your breaking point. Forcefully, you ripped yourself out of his grasp and started walking back to your group again: "Don't even start with that. You ruined my life."
In a twisted way, you felt bad. His proposal almost, almost, made you give in. It was just nice to see a familiar face and hear a familiar voice in this environment, it brought you comfort to know that there was someone you shared so many special memories with that you could turn to. And, you would, just if it wasn't Choi Su-bong. "Is everything okay? Was he giving you trouble?" Jung-bae asked, looking like he was ready to fight him. Actually, he was probably ready to fight everyone who voted 'O'. "No.. no, I'm okay." Without another word you sat back down next to Dae-ho, picking away at your fingernails.
"Who is he?"
"What?"
"That guy.. who is he?"
"To me? My ex boyfriend."
The man let out an 'aha', just nodding along. When he looked at Thanos and then back to you, he couldn't really believe it — That purple-haired guy was almost the complete opposite of you. You were pretty, seemed to be kind and gentle and Thanos was just kind of.. Dae-ho would say you're way out of his league. "If he's bothering you, just tell me, okay? I'll take care of it." You looked at the former marine, giving him a smile when noticing that he was serious about that. You thanked him quickly and looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly.
After surviving the second game together, Dae-ho and you have gotten closer incredibly fast. He was mesmerized by you, to say the least, and you appreciated that you had someone to rely on at all times. That still didn't stop Thanos from perusing you, though, it actually was the complete opposite. A few minutes before lights out he tried to talk to you again, following you to your bed, which was right behind Dae-ho's. The two of you slept head to head together, only a metal bar separating the beds.
"Please.. just listen to me! I miss you.. I swear, I'll vote 'X' the next time!" Thanos' annoying voice rang through your ears and no matter how often you told him to leave you alone, he didn't want to understand it. At some point he got annoyed and just walked off himself, sighing and planning to try again next day. With a quiet groan, you let your head fall back against your pillow, Dae-ho watching you the whole time from his side. He felt like it wasn't his place to continue to ask you about the situation when you didn't bring it up yourself, but he was still curios as to why you'd ever be with that guy.
"Hey, are you okay? Do you need me to say something to him next time?"
"No.. It's fine, I can handle it. It's just- complicated, that's all." You were tired, your mind was reeling — People dying was stressful enough and now you had to handle your immature and manipulative ex boyfriend as well. "You don't have to answer this but," Dae-ho tucked some of his hair behind his ears, sitting up so he could properly look at you, "why did you date him? You're too good for him." His little comment made you chuckle, even though he was right and it probably wasn't all that funny. "I don't know.. to be honest, at that time I just felt like I didn't deserve any better."
Dae-ho was appalled by your words, his face scrunching up. How could you even talk about yourself like that? "You do deserve better. You deserve the world." His tone wasn't angry, but definitely a lot firmer than before, showing you that he actually meant what he said. "What?" you asked him, also slowly sitting up now. "I'm serious, you're kind and smart and deserve a better life, a better boyfriend." His words made your heart beat a little faster.
"He doesn't deserve you. I would treat you be-" As soon as Dae-ho noticed what he just said himself, he immediately stopped talking, looking at you with wide eyes. "You would treat me better?" Your voice was laced with amusement, maybe teasing him a little now. That question made him stutter a quiet 'Yeah..' and it was clear how taken aback Dae-ho was from his own words. He didn't want you to know, at least not now. He knew this wasn't an ideal place to develop a crush on a girl he could lose in an instant, but he couldn't control his feelings now, could he?
"A lot better even."
"Then show me.."
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mrsmangi · 2 days ago
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Hibiscus 🌺🌺🌺
late night call - luigi mangione
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♡ flower prompt: hibiscus - the realization of a friendship becoming something more - meaning: in victorian times, the gift of a hibiscus bloom meant that the giver was acknowledging the receiver’s delicate beauty. ♡ w.c.: 1k ♡ a/n: hi, love! thank you so much for your request. srry for the delay, i'm a bit backed up with requests. she's a short one, but i hope you enjoy!
♡ send me a flower & i'll write a drabble based off the prompt ! ↪ prompts that have been requested
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“Do you ever think people realize just how loud their ceiling fans are?” 
His voice comes through the phone, low and scratchy, like he’s been lying on his back for too long, staring at his own ceiling. You giggle softly, shifting against the pillow propped against your back. Your own fan spins above you, a rhythmic hum filling the space between his words and yours. 
“It’s white noise,” you say, quieter than usual. “After a while, you get used to it and stop hearing it.” 
“Mm, not tonight,” Luigi sighs. “It’s like the fan’s trying to keep me awake for as long as possible.”
You laugh again, a soft, breathy sound that feels just a bit too loud in the stillness of your room. It’s past midnight–long past the time you’d planned to be asleep–but this is how many of your nights with Luigi go. What starts with casual texts morphs into a phone call, then into hours of talking about nonsense; everything and nothing.
“Maybe it’s just your thoughts,” you tease. “What are the voices yelling at you about tonight?” 
He pauses on the other end of the line, just the faint sound of his breathing audible. You know Luigi well enough by now to know he’s not actively ignoring your question; he’s only deciding how much of himself to give away. 
“Life,” he answers lamely, though the vagueness of the reply altogether makes it clear there’s more to it than that. “Do you ever feel like no matter how much you do to succeed, it’s never enough?” 
You roll onto your side, pressing the phone closer to your ear. The dim glow of your bedside lamp casts uneven shadows against the wall. 
“All the time,” you reply honestly. “It gets exhausting, though. I feel like I’m just running a race no one even cares to watch.” 
He exhales, a sound that crackles through the receiver. When he speaks again, his voice carries the kind of understanding that comes from being seen. “Yeah. I get it.” 
The two of you fall into shared silence, the steady hum of your ceiling fan whispering across the line. You let yourself picture him for a moment–probably sprawled out on his bed, one arm thrown over his eyes. His phone would be balanced in his other hand. The image feels familiar, like something you’ve seen a thousand times before, even though you haven’t. 
“Can I ask you something?” His voice breaks the quiet.
“Always.” 
He’s quiet again, but you don’t rush him.
“Do you think…” He pauses again, and you can hear the shift of his breathing. “Do you ever think it’s possible for something to change without either person realizing it? Like, to wake up one day and feel like everything’s changed, even though nothing is actually different?” 
“Maybe,” you say cautiously, voice softer now. “Sometimes things can change so slowly you don’t even notice until it’s already different. Then, you find yourself wondering how long it’s been that way.” 
“Yeah,” he agrees. “That’s exactly what I mean.” 
You stare up at the spinning fan, asking him, “What’s different, Luigi?” 
He doesn’t answer right away. His continuous pauses make you grow somewhat uneasy, stretching a distance between you. “Us,” he says. “I think we’re different.” 
You exhale slowly. “Different how?” 
“I don’t know,” he admits. “But it’s like every time we talk, it feels different. More important, somehow, like there’s something there that wasn’t before.” He stops and you can nearly hear the way he’s turning the words over rin his head. “I used to just…enjoy talking to you, but now, it feels like I catch myself waiting for it. I’m counting down to the next time I’ll hear your voice. And when we’re not talking, I’m thinking about what I want to tell you the next time I see you, or wondering what you’re doing, or–” He breaks out into nervous laughter, cutting himself off. “Um, does any of that make sense or am I just rambling?” 
It makes perfect sense. Too much sense. Your heart picks up speed, the weight of his words pressing against the thoughts you’ve tried to push to the back of your mind. You notice it too. You’ve felt a change in the way you catch yourself thinking about him at odd moments–when a song reminds you of something he’s said, or when you replay the voice messages he sends just to hear his laugh on repeat. Tonight, he speaks heavier, like he’s cracked open a door you have both been staring at for weeks, maybe longer, unsure of who will turn the handle first. 
“It does,” you whisper. 
There’s a small, nearly imperceptible breath on his end, like he’s been holding it and didn’t even realize. “Yeah?” 
“Yeah.” You chew on your bottom lip, letting the word sink in. “I didn’t know if I should say anything. I didn’t want to ruin what we have.” 
“Me neither,” he says, “but I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel it. I do. All the time.” 
You close your eyes, the glow of the lamp behind your lids is a soft orange hue. “So, what now?” 
“I’m not sure,” he says. There’s no pretense, no cleverness to soften the edges of his words. “But maybe we can figure it out. Together.” He says his last word carefully, almost like it’s fragile–like it may break under the weight of its meaning if he doesn’t say it the right way. 
You hear him shift, the faint sound of fabric rustling through the receiver. It’s a small thing, but it makes the moment feel so real, tangible, like he’s not just a voice in the dark. You let his words settle over you. Luigi doesn’t have the answers to all your worries and neither do you. But, it feels comforting somehow–to know that he’s with you in this journey, and you with him. 
“Okay,” you say. A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. You know he can hear it, even if he can’t see it. Your heart is full of love for this boy as you exhale: “Together.”
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amberstruck · 10 hours ago
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Chocobo AU Masterpost
In which Scar is a magi-zoologist, and Grian is a shapeshifter who can become a bird at will. He’s also on the run from the watchers, and helps Scar run his magical zoo because he can communicate with other creatures when he’s in his bird form.
Concept Art
Character Designs Magical Creature Designs
Comic Parts
Part 1: the reveal
Answered Asks
Grian’s knowledge Platonic or Romantic? Can Grian talk?
Grian’s name
FAQ
These are just questions that I’ve got lots of asks for, so I’m answering them here instead of each one individually!
1. Is it ok to make art/fics of the AU?
Of course! I would absolutely love to see any works that were inspired by it, so definitely tag me if you do! I would prefer to be either linked or credited in fics as the creator of the AU if they’re on a site other than tumblr, but it doesn’t matter that much.
It would also be great to use the tag ‘chocobo AU’ for anything that is on tumblr so it’s all in one place, but that’s down to personal preference! Honestly just go wild
2. Can Grian become more than just a bird?
I’m still fleshing out a lot of aspects of the AU, so this might change in future but for now I’m gonna say no. He’s magical, and potentially could learn to be other creatures if he figured out how to harness his magic in such a way, but he never has in the AU so far. He’s just a bird!
3. Can Grian do partial transformations (ie, only keeping certain features such as his wings)?
It’s probably obvious now just because he has wings in his human form in both the comic and the art pictured above, but yes! He can. However he won’t generally be depicted with any other features than his wings when he’s in human form, just because I can’t see it being necessary
4. Will it become a long comic/a fic?
Actually about to get onto that!
This part of the post will be removed later on, but..
Finally: I’m looking for a fic writer
I’ve had a little thinkity think, and decided that I’d rather make the AU into a longfic (ie 80-100k words) than a long comic, although there will still be plenty more art and comic parts to come.
The issue is that I don’t really have enough time to continue making regular art and regularly updating a fic, so it would have to be one or the other. I also don’t have much experience in fic writing, so I’ve decided to ask if any fic writers would want to work with me to make it!
Obviously I understand if nobody wants to, so it might now happen, but I want to clarify that it wouldn’t just be me bossing you around. We would work together to create the plot, worldbuilding, and you could have plenty of input into what the characterisations are and also the designs for any future creatures and concept art I create.
It would be a team project, not just me getting you to write my AU, but yeah! I totally get if it’s not anyone’s cup of tea. Either way there will be plenty more to come for this AU.
If you are a fic writer and you would be interested in working on it then shoot me a dm and maybe link some of your fics so I can see them! If there’s more than one person I might have to decide between multiple people so it would be good to have a reference for your writing
Anyways! That was a very long post so if you did manage to read all of this, then thank you!!!
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bitchface24-7 · 2 days ago
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SMASH - JAYVIK X READER
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synopsis: After four gruelling exams so far (and it's only Wednesday!) you're sure your brain is mush. You didn't expect a random student to come up to you in regards to their final project asking you (and other students) one simple question, “What do you think about the Hextech inventors, Jayce and Viktor?” in a brilliant move of word association, you say the one thing everyone's thinking, “Smash.”
warnings: going viral, embarrassment, meeting Jayvik and wanting to kys, light hearted teasing, modern au?? I just kinda added phones and social media to the arcane universe, grammarly is my beta now
genre: m/m/f or m/m/m
This idea came out of nowhere as I salted my soft-boiled eggs, hope y'all enjoy! Also, I do have a solo Viktor x reader draft. No Jayce ones yet. Jayvik has taken over my mind
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This week has been kicking your ass, and its only Wednesday.
You've had four, FOUR exams so far this week and you have three more to go before this semester ends and you can enjoy your summer break.
You feel braindead. You're more energy drink than you are water and blood. Your eyes hurt, you're dragging your feet. You're in your comfiest sweatshirt, cargo pants, and slip-on shoes. Surprisingly your hair is clean, you got a bit of an energy burst yesterday to shower before heading to bed.
Your headphones are on, your music is blasting, and you're walking as fast as you can to your dormitory to get some last minute studying in before you crash out.
What you weren't expecting was a beautiful girl coming up to you with a small microphone attached to her phone. You move one headphone behind your ear, but even then; your hearing isn’t the best due to your exhaustion.
“… think of… inventors… Jayce and Viktor?”
In a brilliant move of word association, you say the one thing that comes to mind.
“Smash.”
With that, you put your headphone back on and continue on your walk to your dormitory, not seeing the beautiful girl in a flabbergasted state as her camera man dies of laughter.
Oh, this is gonna go viral.
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Friday eventually comes, as does your last exam. With a newfound sense of freedom, you rush to your dorm to hop into bed and sleep for a consecutive forty eight hours before you enjoy your summer off.
You strip off your outfit and put on your comfiest pyjamas. You snuggle up in bed and greatly appreciate the blackout blinds your room has. Just as you’re about to fall asleep, your phone beeps.
From: Caitlyn🔫
Girl… you've gone viral.
You snort as you push yourself onto your elbows and text your best friend back.
To: Caitlyn🔫
Wtf are you talking about???
How the hell would I go viral? I haven't done anything.
Two pings simultaneously come through onto your phone, the first one is maybe a thirty second video, and the second is Caitlyn just laughing at you.
From: Caitlyn🔫
https://www.tiktok.com/holy-hell-she-did-not-just-say-that
Are you sure about that? 💀💀
You furrow your eyebrows and cautiously click the link Caitlyn sent you. It takes a few seconds but the video eventually loads, and there you are.
You’re in one of your favourite outfits, it’s comfy but still looks nice. Your hair is framing your face nicely and you have one of your headphones behind your ear as you look confused at the beautiful woman in front of you. It’s quite obvious you’re exhausted.
She does her whole spiel regarding how this is for her journalism classes final project and how she’s going around the academy’s campus asking people at random a simple question. You look completely lost, you can see your dark circles have dark circles; you cringe at how tired you look.
The video is almost over and you’re wondering what made you go viral in the first place, it’s when there’s fifteen seconds left in the video where you get your answer.
“What do you think about the Hextech inventors, Jayce and Viktor?”
You look blankly at the pretty woman and just casually in a monotone voice state, “Smash.”
You then see yourself put your headphone back on and continue on your previous task of getting home. You then get to see the glorious hilarity of the poor woman sputtering as the camera man laughs. You feel your face burn, it becomes almost unbearable when you see the comments of the video.
They’re just saying what we’re all thinking
Slay
Not a thought behind those eyes except smashing Jayce and Viktor. Same. Ask them to go to Paris.
I love them omfg
On my personal device that my parents pay the wifi for?
Oop 👀 their inside thoughts accidentally became outside words
They got good taste
Quick! Somebody send this to them 💀💀
Don’t let the council see this…
You’re so funny. Please don’t die.
You damn near whip your phone across your room in embarrassment. Why. Why has the gods forsaken you this day? That video was posted two days ago and it’s already wracked up millions of views, over a million likes, and thousands of shares and comments. It’ll be a miracle if Jayce and Viktor haven’t seen that video yet.
From: Caitlyn🔫
Btw I sent Jayce the video, love you ❤️
You scream into your pillow after that. You were supposed to meet them after your final grades were submitted so that you could possibly start working with them on Hextech.
Guess those dreams are ashes now.
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You’ve essentially barricaded yourself in your dorm room. No one’s coming in, and you’re not coming out.
Your best friend has other plans.
“C’mon, we planned this meet up like a month ago. Grades are out, you got like straight As. You’ll get the job.”
You cover yourself in more blankets, your voice is quite muffled when you respond back, “Hell no! They’ve seen me embarrass myself in front of millions of viewers. You sent Jayce the video! I’m not going!”
Caitlyn huffs as she rips the blankets off you, you squeal and try to hide again.
“They’re curious about you! They want to meet you.”
“Of course they’re curious about me, I said I wanted to have sex with them!”
Caitlyn cringes at the thought. Objectively she can see that both Viktor and Jayce are very attractive men, but Jayce is her brother and well, she’s always had more appreciation for the female form.
“Seriously, we gotta go. Their schedules are always crazy busy. This is the first time in… forever since they’ve taken some time off.”
You huff, “If anything goes wrong, I'm blaming you.”
Caitlyn smiles at that and throws you an outfit to change into, “I’m totally fine with that.”
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The walk to the lab is tense. You keep fidgeting with your hair, your clothes, your fingers. Everything.
Caitlyn keeps lightly slapping your hands to stop you from ruining her hard work. She's got you in nice black slacks that show off your pretty legs, a burgundy button-down with a cream vest over top of it, highlighting your waist, and a simple pair of black boots. Everything about this outfit screams sophistication and highlights your beauty.
“Are you sure we can't go back?”
Caitlyn giggles at you, “We’re like a foot away from the lab doors. You should've asked earlier.”
You whip your head to look at her, “Are you saying if I asked earlier, we could have cancelled this meeting?”
“No.”
And with that, Caitlyn knocks on the lab doors and you feel yourself blanche due to nerves. You're gonna die, you're barely into your twenties and you're going to die.
You've had a good life so far.
You truly feel like you've seen the pearly gates when a tall, broad man with a beaming smile opens the door, “Sprout, you made it!”
He exclaims as he brings Caitlyn into a massive hug. Caitlyn squawks a bit at the strength but hugs the handsome man back. You just awkwardly stand there biting your lip, stopping your intrusive thoughts of jumping out the window. You'll probably break an ankle, but it'd be worth it.
A rhythmic thump breaks you out of your stupor and you see an incredibly attractive man come up to you. He's tall, lean, and has the most beautiful bone structure you've ever seen. His eyes are like molten gold.
He quirks an eyebrow at your admirative glance and holds a hand out, the other firmly holding onto his cane, “You must be Miss. Kiramman’s friend. My name is Viktor. Welcome to the lab.”
You hesitantly go to shake his hand. His palms are cool compared to yours. He's got small calluses everywhere yet his hands are deceptively soft. You ensure you have a good grip on his hand, you were taught a lousy handshake is quite insulting.
A hand is brought down onto your shoulder and you almost gasp in shock, “I’m Jayce.” the tanned man states as Caitlyn tries to fix her ruffled hair. Wow, they are like siblings. Especially since Caitlyn has a sneer on her face as she elbows Jayce in the ribs; effectively causing him to crumple a bit.
You bite your lip and lightly giggle, Viktor shoots you a fond look as he ushers everyone into the lab.
A casual conversation is held before Caitlyn leaves so that you, Jayce, and Viktor can talk privately. You're tempted to screech at her to stay. But you don't.
The atmosphere in the lab is a bit awkward as Jayce just blurts out, “So… What was that video about?”
“Jayce!” Viktor lightly scolds, “You have no tact.”
You choke on an inhale of breath, causing a coughing attack. Jayce pats you on the back, trying to alleviate the discomfort.
“I—uh. Well, I was functioning on about four hours of sleep after two back-to-back exams, and before that, I had an exam on each previous day. So I wasn't in the right mindset when that girl came up to me and asked… that question. I didn't even hear the question fully before I… y’know… answered her.”
Jayce lightly pouts as Viktor shoves his tongue into one of his cheeks, “So… you wouldn't smash us?”
You accidentally bark out a laugh before slapping a hand over your mouth, “I’d be an idiot to say no. But, if we're going to work together… mixing pleasure into it never goes well.”
Viktor and Jayce share a loaded look, “Well…” Viktor's accent purrs out, “If you ever change your mind… you know where to find us.” The man that just rocked your world just casually walks to his desk, his cane rhythmically thumping against the marble floor of the lab.
Jayce drags a hand on your lower back as he shoots a wink over his shoulder, ushering you to the blackboard.
Maybe you being braindead and blunt worked out for you in the end.
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wonjuii · 8 hours ago
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Hi, I do think exposing is childish but... I want to warn people. Ever since, like around 2024, august? I was invited to a groupchat, filled with people who posts on tumblr! some were ppl i didnt know about. And.. there is marie. I thought marie was a sweet person at first, didnt talk to her since i didnt know her that much. ever since the month grew, there's a chaos drama about dodo. (i am not bringing it up that much but it will be some information direct to that chaos)
it was around... october? I dont know but lets forget that! past 3 days, marie was being too dramatic, calling me and @awwriri sensitive. (just to tell you that, I can reclaim the slurs since i took an irl test but idk if its a thing since the doctor said "it was to check if i have autism" but it was positive i guess!) It was during the lil-liaa chaos. I didnt want to say the r slur to her but i ended up saying it since there were alot of things happening. As you can tell, i asked permission to say the slur, I was worried if i am really meant to say the slur in the gc. (please anyone dont get uncomfortable!) all of the sudden, she called me insensitive..? I didn't know asking permission is considered impolite or insensitve.. we all had a small talk with marie. everything went a little okay (I assumed.) there are evidences of our small talk.
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I apologised... many times. MANY TIMES. "don't be sorry" i will have to be sorry because you bashed on me and riri bc of the slur now the whole server bc of dodo?? U can't be that serious. I also mentioned that everyone deserve to be forgiven! guess marie cant accept that. I thought riri was the owner of the gc, of course i had to ask her permission but no. she wasnt the owner. i was dumb enough to not check who's really the admin of the gc. When we had a small conversation about slurs, she mentioned she cant reclaim the N WORD bc others used it?... Although she used it when she just said it TWICE. (ITS NOT A RACISM SLUR, SHES AFRICAN)
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i was just trying to make a conversation, setting up a new type of topic since i got really annoyed and uncomfortable, talking about slurs. But, she continued, wouldnt even stop ending the conversation about it. I even try to convince her to bring riri back to the gc since we all wanted to see how she is.
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.... okay. do u like.. hate riri or something? The fact she argued with riri, MAYBE ALMOST EVERY WEEK. MAYBE EVERY DAY. its just disgusting how shes treating the others like shes the oldest of the gc. (she tried to boss me, telling me not to say the slurs bc im insensitve) just so you know, vivi educated me more about slurs so i am not going to say it. (thank you vivi)
The text may not be necessary, but can't you tell how bad she is? if your assuming its bc her education system or shes young, i was 13, i rarely got into fights. (like twice a year.) most likely, she's to cause tons of fights. my screenshots:
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(Please press to read, it might be hard for you to see!)
This is a dodo situation. you may not know why dodo didn't explain why she didn't say anything or mention her reason about ignoring to chei. here it is.
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basically, she was moody (mood swings i think) I understood dodo, i have frustration issues so i get really annoyed like almost everyday. just to clarify, were not bashing on chei, this is just to show evidence about marie and things she said! more evidence when she started being rude to me... (i didnt clip that part but others may have seen it, she said something like "no, i dont want to ❤️" something like that)
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shes basically thinking we dont care...
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(im at the corner at the top, replying to her.) You can tell i apologised to her like many times. shes basically saying dodo doesnt deserve to defend herself because shes a bully..? do you realize what ur doing. its childish.
evidence from dodo about marie talking about dodo in her post!
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i cant. this is just annoying me so bad. why is she only asking me to block her ??? im so confused. (AGAIN, please press these evidences to read!)
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wow.. i just dont get whats her problem with dodo, me and riri atp?..
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sigh. marie tsk tsk.. i just cant believe this. i assumed she was going to expose me but i guess not?.... also another information.. me and vini were just trying to calm her down but she started bashing on her too.
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Thank you to anyone to might be reading this. Again, exposing seems childish but its the best way to do it. its for others to be warned, incase! tags : @y-unrei @n-americano @i-mmaculatus @sugarish
@miujo @i-kyujin @aestradairio @awwriri @atsubie
@aeraras @rkivefr @daddldee @p-oisn @kissunoo
@florescita @fairytopea @purinkiss @hourlyhoon
@lvioung @obdosant @tzulipss @j-eongs @yeritos
@yonkiibums @hcvenue @bitchey @babyvoxgirlie
@swhore @bloomqi @kiyeuo @chaeryeos @y-vna
@y-urios @aestradairio @aesverse
god all of that tags is MAD!!!
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thevulturesquadron · 1 day ago
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I've seen a couple of takes on what Varric is in Veilguard, what Solas's role is in 'keeping Varric alive' and I love to read people's interpretation of it, so I thought I'd throw my own two cents on the table.
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I never saw Varric as a spirit or something Solas created/ manipulated through the blood connection. Varric was something Rook constructed. The only thing Solas did was to make Rook completely forget he was dead. Turn their confusion into denial, both through the use of blood magic (literally reshape their memory) and through lies. The rest was Rook. This is very important to me because it's a key element of the story: a story about guilt, about the strength you need to overcome it lest it cripples you. Varric's presence for Rook is about traumatic events that you just push out of your conscious mind because guilt and grief, and emotions in general, can be strong enough to take you out of commission. It's a recurring theme in the game - as an example, Lucanis in his quest is literally paralyzed because he doesn't want to face the outcomes of the choices he needs to make. It feels well woven into the story how Varric's presence is something Rook made up.
He's the voice in their head that they talk to when they panic and don't know what to do. As an aside, the absolute contrast between the fact that the dialogue options when dealing with the companions' problems are always reassuring vs. the doubt and exhaustion in Rook's voice when they're talking to Varric is striking! Varric is the conviction that keeps them going. It's what Rook thinks Varric would have said. So in a way EVERYTHING that Varric says to Rook is what Rook says to themselves. It's why the last thing you tell Varric, at the end of the proper goodbye, is 'I know where to find you when I need you': because it shows acceptance, and it shows that Varric will always be the voice in Rook's head that will provide reassurance. It's what people go through: grief, doubt, and finding answers within themselves. It's not uncommon for throughs in your head (both negative and positive) to take on the voices of people in your life. For me, in this bittersweet instance, it's all Rook. Moving on to Solas and how he plays into all of this. I don't think there was any good intent behind Solas's manipulation. There was no benevolence, there was just selfishness, but in the most painful way. The only heartfelt thing Solas did was when he said to Rook 'Tell Varric I am sorry'. That line was so twisted and beautiful because it had two edges: on one side it was manipulative, to check that Rook still believed the lie and to continue building on it, and on the other, it was pity and selfishness. He didn't say that for Rook or Varric. Not really. He said it for himself. Because the only Varric that was still alive was in Rook's head. So if Rook's version of Varric accepts his apology, it gives him a bit of comfort, forgiveness, and absolves him of murdering his friend. That line is SO, SO selfish and intricate. It's beautiful! Such fantastic writing.
The only reason Solas played with Rook's mind in this manner is because he thought it could chain Rook to his prison through their own grief and guilt. That was his plan because his own shortcomings meant that he could only perceive Rook as a mirror of himself. Pridefully, he couldn't see Rook through any other lens. As a result, he is fully convinced that once Rook realizes Varric is dead, after so much time spent in denial, it will break them and keep them trapped in there forever. He allowed Rook to forget his death so he could drown them in so much guilt that his prison would mold itself to them. Solas thought Rook is just like him. That his pain, grief and loneliness are justified punishments, that they are absolutes. He was convinced there was no way of interacting with these emotions other than his. And Rook proved him wrong. I can go as far as saying it's the proof that Solas has been looking for for the past 10 years. That he is wrong and that there IS another way. Rook outgrowing their guilt and self-pity for the benefit of others: that is the first real crack in Solas's own prison.
I could talk endlessly about how the game deals so fantastically with the motifs of guilt, grief, and choice, with the ideas of using others as mirrors of ourselves, but I think this at least sums up how I feel about the whole Rook - Varric - Solas dynamic.
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baltimorebullets · 7 hours ago
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while we're rolling our eyes at the verstappen fans in the notes of this point i will fruitlessly vent my spleen for the one billionth time about how. beyond tedious. that whole standom is.
like i could quote you a million well-respected thinkers looking at a million different instances of abuse of power — all mainstream too, like, bell hooks — who all still return to this abuser's fallacy that harm experienced outweighs harm done. especially absolute blindness, denial, entitlement to harm done. it's incel logic, occupier logic, beat-your-wife-and-kids logic.
but suddenly we're talking about max fucking verstappen and all that goes out the window. the man was and remains a literal, physical risk to the safety of those around him. and no one cares. no one cares because it's their blorbo. which to me says pretty clearly that you do not actually care about abuse or sport or masculinity or anything going on with him, on top of absolutely clearly not caring at all about anyone else's safety or dignity, either with, again, the literal other human beings he works around that have to just absorb his bullshit or the other fans who have to bear witness to it all. it's just sad. it's just sad that this thing happened but now we can talk about it whenever we want a bit of cathartic sympathy going.
maybe it's sympathy. maybe it's a genuine, deep connection with his experiences, and that still does not justify the objectification of his abuse, nor how its aftereffects continue to radiate outward from him. like. that's the whole fucking thing about having any awareness about abuse! that it does not just affect you! but who gives a fuck! blorbo sad!!!
i saw a post the other day being grateful that verstappen hate has cooled and it so. enraging. that they all have no fucking clue that they've just worn down people who care about racism and violence. you proved a lot of people's fears about their own vulnerability and the apathy of those around them true. like. congratulations. fuck you all. goddamn.
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and yeah that's before we get into the whole This Is An NBA RPF Post of it all. it's been well established that most of y'all couldn't be paid to care about the lives or wellbeing of black people but again just like. cringe levels of obvious about it. tbh.
Something i find so fascinating about sports is when a guy is like my dad was actually legit abusive but it made me the player i am today so i really respect his decision to abuse me. Like well ok do u want to talk abt anything
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YOU'LL BE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
pairing . . . percy jackson x mortal!fem!reader
the cassette playing . . . birds of a feather! billie eilish
the letter reads . . . roman or greek, mortal or demigod, you and percy jackson were supposed to meet in every lifetime.
warnings . . . angst ( like a lot of it ), slight nsfw ( making out ), survivor's guilt, mentions of ptsd ( post-traumatic stress disorder), cursing, comedic relief.
a/n . . . can you tell I sobbed my way through this? can you also tell how much I love romance? can you also tell how much i love percy jackson and i took the opportunity of showing it? UGH. anyways!! :pp I hope you all like this and let me know if I should do another part of falling into tartarus ( or if I should make this a little series ), or if I should just leave it at a happy ending ^.^ AND I'M SOOOOORRRY THIS WAS DELAYED, SOME THINGS GOT DELETED AND HAD TO REWRITE A LITTLE 😭😭😭 alsooo this isn't very accurate because i haven't read the hoo recently, so apologies and fyi!!! love you all and i hope you enjoy
( thank you to all who waited, and also very much to these people!!! @itzmeme @aliteralhooman @bes2005 @miffysoo @littlecarrot06 )
a continuation of this and second part of this . . .
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the truth was that you wanted to cry. but percy needed you, he had called you, he had told you not to cry, and that he loved you. how could you ever break down when your missing boyfriend needed you?
you called annabeth, you told her, you broke down demanding answers to questions your braind suddenly decided to flip on after bating your pretty little eyes away from the insecurity the possibility of percy lying to you; because he always was. percy jackson had too many secrets, so deep in his sould it's like he grew up in a field of thorned roses, and after months of stress and fear you took some scissors and dove head first into the mess that the fucking gods ( yes, there are gods in this plot twist ) had thrown your lovely boyfriend to.
it came down to you, it all made sense. annabeth tried to talk you through it, explain everything and anything that might seem important from her view for you to know, but your brain was too far gone.
percy was borned doomed.
oh, and he was half god, too.
in your brain, every stutter, every night of him waking up in a cold sweat, every dodge of questioning his camp, everything made sense. the scars, the fear in his eyes you used to find before he dissapeared. or even the way you could feel him shake when you kissed him.
your precious boyfriend lived in a world of fantasies you used to read about, he was a demigod! annabeth was a demigod! grover was a satyr!
everything made sense and none at all in the same moment. in a snap of a second you were studying the messy family tree percy had on his dad's side. all meanwhile annabeth worked herself off along with other fellow demigods to craft a warship to travel to fucking california because sadly you couldn't book a flight and go get percy. you had to do it the divine way, you had to sit and watch sally jackson be worried sick, you had to sit and wait as annabeth masterminded her plain, and while all that sitting, you studied!
here's a run of fun facts:
percy's uncle, zeus, left the mother of his namesake, danae, pregnant through a golden rain. percy's cousin and annabeth's mother, athena, made way for herself to be born through zeus skull, after the king of the gods swallowed her mother. kronos swallowed his—
you got the point.
you read every single book about greek and roman mythology you could get your hans on, you memorized names and places and stories and retellings and every single thing that could be helpful. you didn't have the talents to build a war ship...
or much of anything in comparison to all the half-bloods, but you could memorize all and every bit of the gods if it meant you would help percy.
he was your best friend, the one who during the school year would ask his mom for chocolates in case you had cramps during your period, the one who would get in detention constantly to defend you, the one who would sneak out of class to walk you to the next one.
even if he was away, percy always was the safest place you could run to.
and when he turned to your boyfriend, it was like everything was right. kissing him was right, his hand soothing your back when a sad movie hit home was right, percy's face smeared with lipstick was right.
so, when it was his voice calling your name for help, how could you ever not answer?
you and annabeth fought every step of the way. in other circumstances, you knew in your heart she could be your dearest friend, but right now it was playing it nice with her or getting to percy sooner.
and percy won. every single time. there was no other option, it was just percy.
'you can't come with us.' 'i'm going.' 'i said no.' 'i don't care.' 'we have no space for you.' 'i'll sleep on the damn floor if i have to, i'm getting on that ship.' 'you're a mortal.' 'i'll take a knife.' 'that's not enough to keep your safe, this is crazy, you have-' 'i'm going.' 'percy is gonna kill me.'
every day, the two of you found something new to argue over. but, in the end, she took you under her wing and let you come.
something that you couldn't stop thanking her for, whole heartdely, you believed she would throw you over board.
of course, this wasn't for free. you had to learn how to use every weapon on that ship, and have a basic understandament of self defense... and a fire extintor on you in case leo ( another half-blood, one you had learned to befriend ) burst into flames and couldn't turn off.
yeah, you would never be bored with them.
every single moment that you had spent away from him came down on you like an avalanche when you arrived to new rome. there was too much going on, a) the argo ii wasn't allowed on sacred grounds, b) no mortals allowed. and it wasn't like you could change your past and make one of your parents hook up with some god so you were allowed into the grounds of new jupiter.
"terminus," you hissed, feeling panic crawl out of your gut and settle in your throat. "i understand your rules, i understand you're not supposed to let me in your stupid—"
"sacred!" jason butted in, nodding along, trying to calm the waters.
"grounds," you continued like there was no interrumption. because this felt stupid, a boy who belonged in the comfortness of your heart was in there, it was stupid you weren't allowed to go back to him. "someone in there called me, alright? i need to see him."
"no," the god shaked his head, and you almost lanched yourself at him to hurt him in any way you could. jason stopped you. and very deep within you, you knew it was the best desicion.
you turned to annabeth, letting jason and piper try to find some allowance for you. tears pooled in your eyes and annabeth gave you the most broken glance, before focusing on finding you a solution.
the daughter of athena knew well just how head over heels percy was. she wasn't there to witness the whole thing, but she remembered long conversations between herself and her best friend where he couldn't shut up about how pretty your eyes were, or how sometimes two strands of your hair would curl into a heart.
annabeth knew you were important, and she also knew that percy needed to see you as soon as possible before the world met the wrath of a loving boyfriend without his sweet angel near him.
grover probably was going insane with rage and longing back at camp half-blood.
"there must be a way."
"there isn't."
piper sighed, glancing back at you and then focusing on her task. charm speak wasn't working on this guy, maybe a breath taking love story would.
"listen, that girl there in the brink of a break down? her boyfriend has been missing for months, he just dissapeared, and she called her to come get him. his name is percy jackson, and we just need you to let them meet again," piper sighed. she had to twist this more. more drama, more love, more tears. she had to sell this cinema worthy love story to terminus.
"have you ever been in love?"
"pipes—"
"oh, no, right, yeah. so," she hurried to explain, befor terminus took that as an offense and kicked them out completly. "what i mean is that, they're in love! a love so deep that even after months of silence, the called her, knowing that she was the one person he could trust to find him— even after he knew she would find out he lied! she didn't care, she's here, just trying to get through you, she won't do any harm, she just wants to see her boyfriend again."
"it's not going to work on me, daugther of venus."
piper threw her arms into the air, huffing in frustration and taking a step back, murmuring to leo: "do you think we can sneak her in?"
leo frowned, looked back at annabeth and you, seeing you hysterical, rambling about old myths and how unfair this was, and then looked back at piper.
"i don't think we have that choice."
as jason tried his best to find a deal with terminus, percy was deep into camp's grounds, looking away to the war ship at the borders of camp jupiter.
she's here, he thought. she's here, she found her way here, but why is she not coming down here?
by the tick of the second, percy grew more and more impatient. his skin started to act agaisnt himself, an unbereable itch starting in the nape of his neck and coming down his spine. the air started to feel thicker around him, groaning and huffing to himself, ignoring completly the looks hazel, frank and reyna were giving him.
"sit down, percy," reyna suggested.
percy stopped, looked at her, and kept pancing around. it's not that he didn't want to listen to her, more like there was something on his brain that didn't allow him to stop. there was nothing he could to stop himself. he gripped his forearm, nails biting into the tattoo he now had, trying to scratch it off as if that would make you appear in front of his eyes.
he tried. once, twice. hazel scolded at him and he stopped trying, it wasn't working.
"reyna," percy said, and when the ocean green met the dark onyx there was no denying that the desperation would push percy into a very, very bad spot. "they won't let her come down here, will they? she's a mortal so she can't—"
"no, percy, i'm sorry."
percy looked at the sky, and there were string of curses in greek coming from his lips.
"there has to be some way, please, reyna. i can't stand it."
frank looked at reyna like he wanted to help percy plead his case.
hazel pointed at something, and in a moment, percy was nowhere in sight in any of the three.
you sneaked in, somehow, some way. maybe aphrodite ( or venus, at this point ) had taken mercy upon you. she had looked at the situation and just pull the right strings to get you running right into percy's arms.
where the greek crew of argo ii still tried to come up with some solution, you were running with all your force towards the love of your life. your boy. your love.
it didn't matter on what life time, or how, when, why. you and percy met, every single one of them where your sould would meet his and tangle in a way that no matter what twist and ties were cut, nothing could do the two of you apart. hera tried, and she did really hard, but little did you know that percy never forgot you.
in his mind there was no memory of who he was, what his name was. nothing, absolutely blank, there was nothing in there but your name, the pink of your lips, the way your hands felt around his. all of those memories of you balmed up with the lipstick stains he knew you would leave all around his skin.
and he knew that he didn't mind it, he loved it. he would get them tattoed on his skin if they weren't already so in his heart.
your arm stretched out, and your boyfriend grabbed your hand. there were shouting behind you, and when gasps filled the background, percy and you were kissing.
it was slow, there were tears, his hands trailed up and trailed down, his forehead resting agaisnt yours as his hands gently mapped your skin, memorizing it again, looking if there were changes, hoping that it was warm under his finger tips as it always was.
you felt even better than his memories.
"h-hi, angel," he sobbed, attempting to kiss your tears away, but there was too many, maybe because some of his mixed with yours, melting together in the same kissing scene as the two of you were doing right now.
percy had grown taller, your tippy toes weren't enough to meet his lips. his hair was longer and some strands looked like gold under the sunlught, he smeled like the ocean--- and when you breathed agaisnt his lips and felt the relaxing, familiar scent you sobbed all over again., his lips were softer ( maybe for being untouched for so long ), and his eyes were the same. the same ones you so much loved, just more wet now.
you sniffled, and cupped his cheeks before kissing him again. this was more impatient, there were more sighs and huffs from the both of you, and percy sneaked one of his arms around your waist and set his hand politely on your hip, before slowly taking up the weight.
you were basacally flying, and all in his arms. you let out a happy sob.
"hi, baby."
you rested your forehead agaisnt his, noses pressed softly agaisnt each other's. every breath you let out, he took in, his lungs tainting of glitter and butterflies. every breath percy let out, you took in, and your smile widened when your lungs filled with relaxation and love.
"i love you," percy promised. "every piece of me— loves you."
"i love you, too," you kissed the corner of his mouth gently, before returning to your original spot. "i don't think my heart is inside my chest anymore."
percy frowned. "you're going to be sweet, aren't you?"
a smirk crept into your lips, once that you had seen percy wear before, right when he said something snarky and stole a little peck from you.
"i think my heart is in here," you tapped your fingers over his chest, beneath the obvious banging of percy's heart. "hugging yours, kissing yours."
percy kissed you before you got the chance to steal his lips away.
"love you," you both whispered into the other's mouth, before percy slowly eased you back to your feet, but never backing away more than a couple inches, his eyes clear on yours, full of love, and a smile that created three dimples. two on his right cheek, and a tiny one in his chin.
"angel?"
"hmm?"
"i think we just made out in front of a lot soldiers."
"... and i think i sneaked in."
percy laughed, ignoring the glances. he felt them now, but he was too busy to care. "you think?"
"i'm innocent, your honour, i just wanted my boyfriend."
percy pressed three quick kisses to your lips. before a yell of his name threw him off of cloud nine. annabeth chase... she was gonna kill him.
"that can't be good."
you kissed all around his face, not minding one bit what was happening around you. it was your right to do this, if anyone had an issue with you kissing percy, they could go fuck themselves.
"i love you, my lovely boy."
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gothicfied · 9 hours ago
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can you write for thanos x reader where the reader is really stoic and calm, not mean, but just does not express much emotion and it drive thanos crazy trying to impress her and get a reaction? Thanks :)
Hard to get - Thanos / Player 230
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Pairing: Thanos / Player 230 x calm!reader
Summary: Thanos will do anything to get a reaction out of you, even if that means he has to put himself in danger.
Warnings: Mentions of death/dying, blood, gunshots, killing (typical squid game stuff), other than that it's just fluff (kinda lol), not proof read (english isn't my first language)
Word count: 971 Words
A/N: hii, I hope this is alright and what you had imagined!
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When you woke up in a random bed, in a new environment with random people, you almost started to have a panic attack. Usually, you don't really show your emotions, you just keep them locked inside you and let a war rage in your mind while appearing to be calm about a situation you can't be calm about. After the initial shock wore off, you made your way to the middle of this area filled with beds, where other contestants or players with different numbers started complaining to the guards, that wore pretty ridiculous outfits you thought, about where their belongings went and other stuff.
After getting to know the rules of this.. 'game' you guys were playing for money, as everyone including you was here because of huge debt or money problems, you were led to the first mini game. Everyone went up the stairs while upbeat music was playing in the background, the fun colors of this environment stinging in your eyes. Suddenly, you hear someone whistle behind you: "Señorita!" The voice of a man seemingly called out to you. Without stopping, you turned your head around to face a purple-haired guy with a shit eating grin on his face. "Wow, what is a pretty thing like you doing here?" Without giving him a reaction, you just shrugged and went on, feeling your legs grow tired of climbing these stairs.
"What? You don't know?" Player 230, the numbed on his chest, seemed relentless. "Well, yeah, I obviously know. You do too, we're all in here because of one reason." you answered him, matter-of-factly, not giving him the time to speak to his face. "Have I already told you how pretty you are?" This guy's flirting techniques weren't really that great. He continued to shower you with compliments, to which you mostly didn't reply or at most said "Thank you."
When arriving at the top, every player had to take a picture in front of some screens. Conventionally, Thanos, as you gathered his alias was from others who seemed to know him, was waiting in the queue next to you, now talking with.. his fans? You didn't quite get it, but apparently he was some sort of rapper you had never heard of. A few players wanted to take a group photo with him and when he said yes, he looked at you, still waiting in line for your turn. "Hey, you there. Come on, you can be in the picture, too." Thanos said, signaling you to come over to him. Raising your eyebrows slightly, you just waved it off, with it now being your turn to take a picture.
Entering the open-roof arena of sorts, with the femald voice explaining the rules of Red-Light-Green-Light to the players, you found yourself next to Thanos, again. "So, you don't know who I am?" You just said 'no' and looked at him expectantly, like you wanted him to explain who he was. It seemed to annoy him. The man went on about how he was a rapper, even demonstrating that to you with some cheesy rap he came up on the spot, until he was interrupted by some guy, yelling that everyone who'd move during red light would die. How drastic.
"What is he talking about?" Thanos whispered, but you didn't show a reaction and rather listened to what Player 456 had to say. It started to really get on Thanos' nerves that he couldn't even coax one reaction or emotion out of you. No matter gow charming he was or how many questions he asked, you remained aloof. He kind of liked it.
"Must be on drugs, huh?" Another attempt of him to talk to you, to which you shushed him. The man in up front was talking about how you'd get shot if you moved, that being disqualified just meant they'd execute you. You didn't want to believe him, like, this sounds too crazy to be real, right? Yet still, you were determined to follow his directions. Everyone lined up on the white line, the mechanic girl doll thing staring you down. It was big and scary, also mysterious in some way. How would they shoot eliminated players? Would she shoot lasers out of her eyes like in some kind of film?
You found out pretty quickly that it was just guards who did it, as one girl panicked when a bee landed on her and that set off a chain reaction with others trying to run for their lives, just to get it taken away from them. You were floored. Splatters if blood landed on your face from one woman being shot right in front of you, Thanos not far away experiencing the same. Player 456 was screaming everyone to either run or freeze, depending on if it was red light or green light, guiding the remaining players through the game quickly.
Thanos and you had been locking eyes everytime you were supposed to freeze, him sending you a small wink everytime he saw your disturbed face. Unbeknownst to you, to everyone, he had taken some kind of pill out from his cross necklace, some kind of drug, and was now bouncing all over the place, like this wasn't serious. He reveled in the fact that he was able to get a reaction out of you now: you were mortified everytime he did something even remotely dangerous. Aww, you cared for him!
Going as far as pushing other players over, getting them killed, you concluded that this guy was mental.
The last few seconds of the given time were scary. You had made it over the finish line, saving yourself from a gruesome death, just like Thanos.
"Glad to see you on this side, Señorita. Would've been too bad if I couldn't have seen your pretty face ever again."
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About You Pt 21
Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader
Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.
A/N: our final chapter! thank you so much for reading this series. will be now working on jenson's fic and maybe an about you special chapter if you folks like that??? hehe enjoy
About You Series
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2019, Suzuka Circuit
Mark watched the couple have a table for themselves. The body language alone could talk about how delighted Sebastian was and how comfortable Y/N is back in his presence. He smiled as he sips his cup of coffee.
"Uncle Mark, who is the pretty girl?" Margarette asked.
The little girl didn't stop asking question after recognizing Y/N as the girl who saved her from getting lost in Singapore. It took a lot of begging for her to part ways with Y/N so she could talk to Sebastian privately. Mark smiles thinking how Sebastian doesn't seem to be the only Vettel that Y/N charmed now.
"My sister and your Papa's..." Mark answers and he debates how to answer Sebastian's relationship with Y/N "bestfriend, your Papa's bestfriend"
Margarette's eyes widened in surprise, "if that is Papa's bestfriend then why don't I see her a lot?"
"Its complicated"Mark sips his coffee again to hide his nervousness.
"Compwicayed?"
The confused look in her face seems to signal to Mark that its the first time that she encountered the word. Mark tried to wrack his mind a way to explain the situation to the kid.
"You'll get it when you get older"Mark assures.
"But Y/N should come visit me more often if he is Papa's bestfriend" Margarette insists.
"I sure hope so"
Back at the other table, the conversation seems to be more quiet as if they were both not sure which part should they talk about first. After so many years of waiting for each other, they just felt speechless because this moment seems unreal. Sebastian feels like any second now, the alarm would ring and everything will fade away.
"All those years? You were just here in Japan?"Sebastian could not believe it.
She nods with a shy smile on her face.
"The community is well nice here. A good rehab to help me walk again. People here respects privacy" she enumerates.
"And since when did you start walking again?"
"I think spring of 2017"Y/N recalls "It was not easy to walk again and it really was more of a mental strength issue.."
Her right hand fiddles with the necklace, a habit that she never outgrew. Sebastian finds comfort that there may be some changes in her life but she is still the same old girl that he met years ago.
His eyes trailed at the pendant on the necklace and that's when Sebastian noticed the familiar piece.
"You kept it?"
"Why would I throw it away?" she asked
"I thought you hated me" Sebastian knew that he deserves to be hated for everything he said that night.
"And I thought you hated me"she rebuts.
The driver immediately shakes his head sideways. There is a higher chance that he would hate himself before hating Y/N. It was frankly impossible for Y/N to do anything to make him hate her.
"I searched for you ever since I went back to my senses that I said some hurtful things that I didn't mean that night" Sebastian held her free hand.
The feeling of holding her hand again just felt right.
"I wanted to hold your hand again and we will go to your rehab sessions. I wanted to pick you up when you fall. I wanted to cheer you on when you take your steps again. But I wasn't there because my stupid words created a wedge between us" he continues.
There were tears on her eyes. Sebastian doesn't know it but she remembers all those times where she suffered alone. She didn't have anyone, just strangers or staffs in the hospitals. Maybe she have tried to imagine Sebastian being there for her as well during that time.
"But I'm not going to let you walk alone again, I'm here to stay. I promised myself to be a better man when you come back so you don't have to leave again. I promised that while you rebuild yourself, I will also do that so that when the time comes and we meet again, we can get a shot at this." Sebastian's words were determined and sincere.
Y/N looks at him hopefully. However, her eyes found the figure of little Margarette and remember the dilemma that she may put her through.
"What about Hana and..." she whispers "Margarette?"
"We're coparenting and Hana has long moved on with a guy in Switzerland name is Connor and they are pretty serious" Sebastian updates.
She nods in understanding.
"But Margarette, I can't let go of her" Sebastian admits "She is my world ever since we got seperated"
This time, Y/N's hand other hand found its way on top of Sebastian's. It was like a gentle way of her assuring that she wouldn't ask for that.
"I would never ask to seperate the two of you" she states "if you would have me then I would like to not just get to know you again but get to know Margarette as well"
It brings tears of happiness in Sebastian's eyes. It was like everything was finally falling back to places. Even if it took so long to happen, he was so glad that it was happening.
"We'll be okay?"
And Y/N nods.
2019, Interlagos
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F1Gossips In a surprise turn of events, Sebastian Vettel reunites with Y/N Webber as they arrive together for media day
User11 MY PARENTS!!!!
User7 everybody stay calm, whats the procedure!!! User8 no one is calm, we have prayed for this for years
User9 they look so happy
User18 ikr, even if seb has a bad car, he smiles like he is a world champion here User17 and lets talk about how i was so happy to see Y/N again
User81 was there! and i saw her and i couldnt believe my eyes!
User5 she is so brave and she is so strong. we hope she feels the warm support
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Webber Returns for an Australian driver
The paddock was buzzing with excitement as news spread around the return of the infamous Y/N Webber to the public eye. After disappearing for several years, she walks to the free practice of Interlagos with a rising australian driver, Oscar Piastri.
She confirms in an interview that she will be back to work with her brother Mark, who is currently Piastri's manager. After the successful win of Piastri in Eurocup last October, Y/N announced Piastri is now moving up to Formula 3 in 2020. The reason for their presence in Interlagos is purely out of the invitation of the Renault garage but she states its a way to motivate Piastri to find his direction.
"It won't be difficult to move Oscar up. I definitely think that in a few years or so then he would be competing here in Interlagos with the rest of the Formula 1 drivers" states Y/N.
When asked about her personal life, Y/N redirects focus towards Piastri's growing career. However, the clear joy from some of the old drivers have been evident with her return. Lewis Hamilton described that "it was nice to have an old friend back in the paddock" and Y/N has been photographed with the Mercedes driver together with Scuderia Ferrari's Sebastian Vettel in several free practice pictures.
2019, Yas Marina Circuit
When Sebastian called asking that he needs help and he sent a location for a very expensive jewelry shop, Mark almost had a heart attack. He probably broke all the speed limits just to get to the store at a records time and prepared his fist to strangle the German driver.
"Where is that piece of shit?" he shouts as he opens the door.
A startled Sebastian rises from one of the waiting area chairs.
"Do you have to be so angry?" Sebastian complained.
Mark tried his best to calm himself down. Thinking happy thoughts and world peace before he says his next few words.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Mark asked slowly "Why are you buying a ring?"
It was now Sebastian's turn to look at Mark as if he was crazy. Mark just kept his harsh glare towards Sebastian and it was like they were transported to those years when they were crashing with each other in Red Bull.
"Did you get her pregnant? I swear to God sebastian, I'm going to kill you right here and right now" Mark threatens.
"What? No!"
"Then why the hell are you buying a ring?"
"Because I love her"
Suddenly the buzzing of the shop suddenly goes quiet with the declaration of love of Sebastian. Mark's glare softened with the realization that maybe he overreacted and overthinked the whole thing.
"You thought" Sebastian catches on "That I'm proposing because I got her pregnant? Do you really think I will just marry her out of obligation?"
"Hey, its my job as a brother to overthink that all men are never good enough for my sister" Mark defended himself.
Sebastian shakes his head in disbelief
"Just help me pick out, I need your opinion because maybe the stuffs she liked changed over time" Sebastian went back to the original dilemma that he called Mark for.
Laid out in front of them were different cuts of diamonds in different designs. Sebastian was torn whether to pick something simple stone or should it be an extravagant as a marquise.
"They told me that I should give her something heirloom since its just an engagement ring but then I told them I already gave them that ring years before as a promise so this has to be different..."
While Sebastian is ranting, Mark was trying his best not to show emotions. He was reeling back to moments of a younger Y/N who wished to have her very own prince charming and now here she was about to be swept away by his former teammate.
"The oval one with the pretty blue diamonds all over it"Mark pointed out.
"Yeah, that was like the necklace I gave her for her birthday" Sebastian picks it up delicately "You think she will like it?"
"She would love it"
"Okay please ring this up and charge me" Sebastian instructs one of the sales assistant present.
Mark couldn't believe what was happening. A part of him was overjoyed to be included in the ring picking but there was this other part that knows that he will have to give her away.
"I thought you two are taking things slow?" Mark wondered.
"That we are but I just want to be ready" Sebastian agrees.
"Ready?"
Sebastian runs a hand over his hair, a sheepish smile on his face. It was the same kind of smile that he has whenever he talks about Y/N. Mark doesn't know how he missed it all these years.
"We waited for each other to be better version of ourselves. We gave each other time and now we meet again. We have some catch up to do and so but after that I feel like its just a few months before we level up this relationship" Sebastian explains.
Mark nods in understanding
"I'm really serious about her, Mark. I know I have been very stupid before but I have grown and I have learned. I'm not hurting her or even losing her ever again"
There was something that made Mark resign and give him the complete sign of approval. He knows how much Y/N have also loved Sebastian and maybe it was about time for Y/N to make her own family with him.
"Just take good care of her, she deserves good things"
"That's what I intend to promise her when I marry her" Sebastian assures.
2020, Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya
A group of drivers were huddled up in a room and they were all engaged in a very serious conversation. One may think that this was a grid meeting but it seems like it was all centered to the whiteboard with the messy writing "how will Seb propose?".
Sebastian was actually quite desperate to ask help and initially he sent the message to the groupchat he had with Charles and Mick. However, he wasn't particularly tech savvy so it was sent to the grid group chat.
With everyone finding out the information, everyone is pitching in their ideas.
"I know, you should set up a picnic and then propose to her while eating" Daniel suggested.
"And then a bee or a wasp will invade their space and it will ruin the whole thing" Kimi countered.
"What about a stargazing" Charles pitched in "And then you get this telescope and then she looks at it then you get on one knee and when she looks back at you she is surprised"
"That's actually a good idea" the room murmurs in agreement.
"But what if there are no stars?" Sebastian worriedly asked.
So there goes the stargazing idea scratched out in the perfect proposal plan.
"Just propose to her at a Grand Prix" Lewis suggested "We're always in a Grand Prix"
"But its too much attention and I'm sure they want this to be intimate" the young Max Verstappen voiced out.
"But isn't it romantic to have a grand gesture at the place where their love story revolved?" Carlos backed up Lewis' suggestion.
The Red Bull driver shrugged in response.
"I think the best way of proposing would be in your flat or when you are feeling domestic, its a moment for you two and its going to give you a more real speech without all the fanfares and pressure" Max explained.
Charles shakes his head violently.
"No, you see this is why romance is dead." Charles argues.
The whole room was chaotic and ideas were pitched left and right. Sebastian felt like banging his head to the table but the heaviness of the box in his pocket is much more heavier.
"I still can't believe you didn't try to propose during the holidays" George exclaimed "That would have been perfect and no fuss at all"
"He tried to but then he got food poisoning during Christmas and flights got cancelled for New Year" Mick retells the unfortunate story.
"Maybe its the universe way of telling you that its not the right time"Sergio joked.
It immediately earned him a kick for his chair from Charles and Mick.
"We have waited for this for years so don't jinx it" Charles whined.
Their whole meeting was interrupted by a knock, a steward announced that the testing will commence in 10 minutes so they should be back to their garages.
"Don't worry Seb, we will help you out on this" Kimi patted his former teammate's back.
"Consider my suggestion" Max insists.
2020, somewhere in Japan
Usually its already halfway through the season already but June rolls in without any races. The whole world seems to stop because of the pandemic and its something very frustrating for most. However, here in Japan, Sebastian and Y/N were locked down since March and somehow they are enjoying the domesticity of life.
"Isn't it my shift today to cook?" Sebastian asked as he saunters to the kitchen.
The smell of a freshly cooked breakfast made him smile. He is still getting used how lucky he was that he gets to wake up with this kind of view.
"It was but you had a long round of meetings last night so I figured I'll do the cooking today" Y/N smiled.
Sebastian hugs her from behind and clings to her as she cooks.
"How was your meeting last night?"she wonders.
"Ehh could have been an email" Sebastian shrugs "And maybe I need to get back in shape to race for July"
Worry flashes across her face and it was not missed by Sebastian. She knows how much he misses racing but she wanted him healthy and safe.
"July, isn't that too soon? Is it safe?" she questioned.
"Relax" Sebastian assures "They are making sure that they are going to lessen the risk and the crowds. Its still up for negotiation"
"I supposed if Formula 1 is coming back then maybe Formula 3 is also going to follow soon" she sighs.
"Our vacation is ending" Sebastian jokes.
Y/N turns off the stove and faces Sebastian. She returns his embrace and stayed in that hug as if a bubble protecting her from whatever is happening in the outside world.
"I just want to stay like this forever" she mutters.
She knows its quite an awful statement. Some people have a hard time and they have to go back to their old lives soon. However, for the two of them, it was the break and the catching up that they needed.
Little did she know, these past few months seem to be Sebastian's vision of the future. It was something that perhaps what he looks forward to retirement.
"We can stay like this forever" Sebastian agrees "Just domestic life, farming, cooking, reading"
"I still have to work for Oscar" she reminds.
"Then you can work for Oscar and then we will be following you around" Sebastian smiles.
"What?" she laughs "You mean to tell me you won't be racing?"
It feels weird for Sebastian to reach that realization that he may have to retire some time soon. He loved what he did but he thinks its time for him to take on a new role and just enjoy life in a slower pace.
"I wanna quit racing and I wanna marry you" Sebastian finally makes the statement.
Y/N looks at him as if he misspoke something but Sebastian pulls out the box. He carries it everywhere with him just incase he decides its the perfect time to propose. He has been carrying it with him ever since this pandemic started because it was only during that time that he realized that moments are fleeting. If the opportunity exist then go and seize it.
Maybe this isn't in a fancy place to ask for marriage or maybe its not too publicized but this is the moment he has been waiting for. He would be a total idiot to lose it again.
"You are the love of my life that I have waited for a very long time now" Sebastian goes down on his knees and opening box "I have already achieved a lot of stuffs and won my fair share of championship or podiums. I achieved most of my dreams already and now I want to focus on my dreams of spending life with you. If you would have me then I would like more peaceful mornings like this one. I want to be that person that you come home after a long day at work. I want you and Margarette in those spontaneous grocery trips or the midnight snacks. I see you being a part of my life for as long as I live so if you will have me then I promise to be the best husband you could ask for"
The whole speech was not prepared. Even if Sebastian has visualized this speech for a while now, he seems to be underprepared and spewing out nonsense. He could only hope to hear a positive response for her.
"You are an idiot proposing to me in our kitchen" she finally says
A breath of relief rushes over Sebastian. He stands up to wipe her tears away and places the ring on her finger.
"Hey, I haven't said yes yet!" she jokes.
"I don't see you saying no"
2021, Spain
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F1Gossips This year's silly season seems to be pointing in Spain. Drivers both current and former were spotted in their suits in a church in Spain.
User6 who is getting married???
User7 MARRIED???? User9 is jenson making poor choices again lol User10 thats just mean.
User5 i dont see pictures of sebastian here. thats weird, that's suspicious
User19 maybe he wasnt invited User55 lmao, why would they not invite seb?? User3 what if its seb's wedding User15 time to take your delulu pills User3
User13 let me innn, i wanna know who's marriage is this that got everyone in the new grid and old grid in.
User17 can drive to survive cover this event??
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Y/NPrivate we waited for so long for this moment to happen. i still can't believe that i get to marry my first love. this relationship was a rollercoaster and we have spent years before coming to terms about our feelings. all i can say is everything is worth it because now i am building a family with you. thank you for bringing joy into my life. thank you for waiting for us to be the healed version of ourselves. and like i said, i'll be yours for eternity. kisses
CharlesLeclerc i swear i just finished crying and now i am crying again??!!
Y/NPrivate you always cry with ferrari -seb CharlesLeclerc you better watch out!! Y/NPrivate what are they gonna do fire me? i mean they already picked a replacement for me so they don't scare me -seb CharlesLeclerc Y/N YOUR HUSBAND IS RUDE, GET HIM OFF YOUR ACCOUNT Y/NPrivate its a conjugal account now hahaha
MickSchumacher papa would have been so happy to see his two favorite people finally get together
Y/NPrivate we wish he was there to see us
JensonButton im really happy for you Y/N, seb you know the rest mate
Y/NPrivate thanks Jenson, seb also sends his gratitude. PS we got to chat soon about the girl you are seeing JensonButton whatttt thats crazyyyyyy how did you know that Y/NPrivate duh i have eyes -seb JensonButton make your own instagram account seb!
Hanna_Prater its a very lovely wedding, thank you for inviting us!!
Y/NPrivate thank you for designing the venue, i really love it hanna! Hanna_Prater were coparents so only the best for you! Y/NPrivate love u hanna! sending my regards to connor as well
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Anon is showing their arse. They really do assume that everyone who speaks out about antisemitism is Jewish. All it means is that a person is normal about jews, which anon very much isn't.
"Sure some people have pushed their hate for jewish people to the extreme"
The majority of people either participate or are silent about antisemitism. Silence allows people who participate to continue.
I lot around 7 friends I knew for 10 years due to antisemitism. I watched in real time as they crossed the line from criticism of Israel to antisemitism.
I had my tinder account reported by someone because they asked what my weekend plans were and I mentioned going to shul. Whilst it sucked at the time as I was messaging someone else who I really liked, it's now a funny little story between us as she is now my girlfriend.
I had to stop wearing my magen david for my own safety as I would get harassed every time it was visible in public. I still get harassed but not as often as I have very jewish features.
I was almost attacked at a Cafe by staff when having coffee with a friend from shul as we had talked about jewish stuff and they overheard.
Someone spray painted "free gaza" on the pavement outside my synagogue using a stencil yet there was no other duplicate of that stencil anywhere else in the city. Whilst the spray paint isn't inherently antisemitic, only doing it outside of a synagogue is.
I was harassed by a homeless dude for being jewish when I didn't give him any cash (I don't keep cash on me and usually get people a supermarket voucher instead if we are near one and I have extra money, but everything was closed as it was Christmas day)
And that's only the tip of the iceberg.
I know that statistically, it's not the majority of people in my city who have been antisemitic towards me, but i also know statistically that it's usually only a small percentage of people who harbour a negative opinion who take action.
Plus no one around me has ever done anything to help. when I've experienced antisemitism.
And the sad thing is, NZ isn't the most antisemitic country currently.
Multiple synagogues in Australia have been vandalized, including one which was set on fire.
A 12 year old girl was raped in France because she was jewish.
I honestly could probably find a post word limit if I mentioned every antisemitic event since Oct 7th.
As you can see, none of those things are "speaking out about Israel". It's about hating jews. It's about punishing jews for being loud, proud and visibly Jewish.
We must be ashamed of our jewishness because of Israel's actions. We must hide it and practice it only in private. Which is very reminiscent of the lead up of multiple genocides against jews. Soon being jewish in private will not be enough, we can't be Jewish at all.
And this isn't even touching on how people fail to critique Israel and instead just recycle antisemitic tropes like jews control the world is turned into Israel controls the world. Jews want world domination turns into Israel wanting world domination and starting with the middle east. The famous Nazi octopus with its tentacles wrapped around the globe meant to represent jews controlling the world has had the Israeli flag slapped onto the octopus and rebranded as "not antisemitic just antizionist". And this image has made the rounds in a positive way in multiple huge antizionist circles.
But it's not antisemitic right? It's just criticism of Israel isn't it? Totally no dogwhistle right? Those people who created and spread the image as commentary on the truth totally love jews don't you think?
Because the thing is, you can criticize Israel and not be antisemitic. But too many people fail to do this. Which is where people then call it out.
In the book "Contemporty Left Antisemitism" by David Hirsh, he calls this the Ken Livingstone affect, popularized by the UK labour politician. It's where people are blatantly antisemitic, by failing to criticize the Israeli government and their policies and instead are bigoted to jews, and instead of apologizing when called out, they double down with an antisemitic conspiracy theory. That jews en masse have decided to weaponize our trauma to silence critics of Israel. Which is simply false. That would require some secret jewish organization pulling the strings of all jews - which most can hopefully understand how that is antisemitic.
Anon, you hate jews. Whether or not you want to admit it, you hate us. It cost 0 dollars to unlearn your hatred.
Respectfully, Do you even realise you are not the minority in this situation? Sure, some people have pushed their hate for Jewish people to extreme levels, but just looking at the map, Israel is not the victim here. Innocent civillians in Palestine, including children, are dying slowly every day. As a Jewish person, you should know what it feels like to be discriminated , and sadly this is a case of victim turning abuser with Israel. Have you even tried to analyse the situation critically outside your biases? Can you not see that this "rise in antisemitism" is most of the time people speaking out saying you can't defend what Israel is doing? Sure, even if it isn't "their native territory" is it then justified to fucking wipe them out like a smidge on the map to reclaim it???
I am not Jewish.
The fact that you assume I am is pretty telling, because the utter indifference toward what you so glibly describe as
Sure, some people have pushed their hate for Jewish people to extreme levels
by the non-Jewish vast majority has been terrifying to me. People shrug off attacks all over the world against Jewish civillians just trying to live their lives, or worse they try to justify it as political action or as something the perpetrators just can't help.
Have you even tried to analyse the situation critically outside your biases?
Have you? I'm not the one trying to press a complex and decades (centuries) old, deeply protracted problem into a simple frame of good and evil or "victim and abuser". (Nice, trying to turn the history of antisemitic persecution into a teaching moment that Jewish people just failed to learn from.)
Come back when you can explain to me how hunting Jewish children in Berlin, pelting them with rocks in London, violating them in France or burning their facilities in Australia is helping children survive in Gaza. I'm sure it's going to be riveting, seeing how me sharing (a very few) posts calling out antisemtism already provoked you into going "but Israel!!!!"
Stop trying to pretend away or ignore the very real and terrifying danger people face just for existing as Jews everywhere, and maybe I'll find your humanitarian concern credible or consistent. As it is, I'm seeing a hypocrite coming into my Inbox to complain that I am sullying their feel-good morally pure middle eastern political cause with dirty dirty nuance. For asking them to care about maybe addressing that negligible issue of hatred of Jews being "pushed to extreme levels" (as opposed to the normal and acceptable levels, I presume).
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