#Anyway I'm technically an introvert

[insane-weasel]

Me at concert trying to make Convo: Oh hey I also cycle through 30 AO3 fic tabs to look for something to read then close the fic if it doesn't get me in first chapter

Girl in front of me: 0_0 (utter terror)

[aquanutart]

I was talking and I mentioned that I have my old Game Boy and original Pokemon cartridge. I said, "I think they still work."

I was told, "The internal batteries on the Game Boy cartridges have run out. They're all dead."

"Oh," I said, trying not to show how crestfallen I was. I felt like I was losing nerd cred for not knowing that, although I never kept up with that type of info anyway. I'm here for the fantasy and imaginative aspects of games, and tend not to follow the competitive or technical details.

I tried not to feel anything as I went home. If they were real animals, I reminded myself, I would have had to say goodbye long ago.

But like so many other people, Pokemon was my childhood. It was all I thought about and dreamed about, and the closest thing I could imagine to heartbreak was the knowledge that they weren't real. I spent nearly all my time writing longhand self-insert Pokemon fanfiction--far more than I spent actually playing the game. My Pokemon were with me in my imagination wherever I went. I started playing Pokemon Blue when I was 5, and the last time I had played it was probably when I was 9 or 10. I remembered I had turned it on again one more time after that, not to play it, but to look at my childhood Pokemon.

It was during high school, after a move overseas that completely upended my life, and I was struggling with the crushing blow of being taken away from everything I knew and trying to make sense of anything (least of all adolescence) in another language. All I wanted was to go back to childhood and have everything go back to how it was before.

Seeing my Pokemon, just as I'd left them, had comforted me. I had looked at their stats pages, taken photos of them with my digital camera (that I don't even know if I still have), and then turned it off without doing anything.

That was probably 9 or 10 years after the games came out. It had been a long time since then. I had long since taken the AA batteries out of my Game Boy Color and left it untouched. I didn't even have AA batteries anymore.

It had worked then. But now it had been 27 years... I thought about not trying to turn my cartridge back on. As long as I didn't turn it on, I could believe my Pokemon were still there, the way I remembered them.

On my day off, which happened to be Pokemon Day, I googled and read that some people on forums and Reddit were still able to play their original Pokemon games.

Then... it was possible. I went out to buy toothpaste. At the store, I asked where I could find AA batteries.

It was a big thing for me to be able to go to the store and buy things myself. When I moved at age 13, I felt like something went wrong with growing up. It was difficult to follow what people were saying, and people didn't always understand what I said either. I had been introverted even in English, but now I had enough negative experiences that I became afraid and stopped trying to talk to people altogether.

I threw myself into video games and reliving childhood memories. The internet was where I could communicate in my first language and understand. I lived online and didn't interact with the real world. On the internet I felt like I was understood and could find people who shared my interests the way I did, but in the real world it always felt like I could get hurt if anyone knew me.

I realize now that I could have had a better experience overseas if I'd known how to adapt and socialize, but this was not something I knew even in English, and trying to learn in another language made it ten times harder. I'm sorry now for missing out on interactions that I know I could have had, but I just didn't know how. I wouldn't know how until I learned, and it took me a long time to learn.

I grew up online, in the company of others who had trouble fitting in with the real world, even in their own language. Those experiences shaped me, and the friendships I've made and support I've received online are invaluable to me. The internet gave me a way to live, and through it I learned how to interact with others. But in many ways, for many years, it felt like my life was put on hold and I stopped growing up.

Several years ago I moved back, to not far from where I was born, and I was able to work for the first time. I began to interact with people and feel like I had a place in the real world.

After shutting myself away for so many years, every little step I made out in the world felt terrifying. But every little thing I did on my own made me feel like I was living for the first time.

Even something as little as going to the store and buying a pack of batteries.

I was directed to a shelf at the end of an aisle, and found myself looking at a rack of lithium AA batteries. Did they not sell the old kind anymore?

I walked around to the other side and was relieved to find the familiar black and brown Duracell batteries I'd known from my childhood. I felt more confident about putting in a battery that looked the same as I remembered. The smallest pack they sold was an 8-pack for $12.99. I really didn't need 8 batteries. I didn't have any other devices that used them.

I thought, what if I turn it on and it doesn't work and I'll have wasted $12.99?

I also thought we might already have batteries. I might be able to say, "Mom, do we have any batteries?" and she'd pull out two AAs from a drawer somewhere and I'd save my money.

But somehow I felt like part of what was important about this was being an adult and being able to buy my own batteries.

Yet... what if it just ended up making me sad? Was it better not to know?

I went to the checkout with just the toothpaste and stood hesitating at the edge of the checkout line.

If I didn't get the batteries now, and it turned out we didn't have any batteries, I wouldn't try it. I knew I would just put it off until even more time passed, and then... "Are you in line?" someone asked me.

"No," I said, and I turned around and went back to the shelf.

I bought the batteries.

At home, I took out my original Game Boy Color from the drawer where I left it, the one my dad had surprised me with when I was 5 years old and that I had brought overseas and back.

I put the batteries in and turned it on without a cartridge first to make sure the batteries were inserted correctly. The Game Boy logo scrolled across the screen and it made the familiar blinging Game Boy startup noise. I turned it off again, satisfied.

I took out my original Pokemon Blue cartridge, momentarily having to remember which way it went in, and slotted it in.

I turned it on, watched the whole Pokemon Blue intro out of nostalgia, and then pressed START.

My heart leaped for joy.

MY POKEMON!!!! MY POKEMON ARE ALIVE!!! 🥺🥺🥺

My original Pokemon, that were with me in 1998 when I was 5-6 years old, are still with me 27 years later. I want to cry!!! I love the old sprites, I'm SO happy to see them again 😭😭😭 the Pokemon look so little and cheerful at the same time, which I love 🥺🥺🥺 I know there are people with many more hours on their games, who have leveled all their Pokemon to 100. But these are my Pokemon who were with me through my childhood, and I spent many more hours making up stories about them than actually playing the game. I'm so happy to see them again 😭😭😭

All I want is to see my Pokemon. My other Pokemon are in boxes. Now, how do I get to the nearest PC? Where am I?

Oh... Oh. I have to confess something. When I was a kid, I was scared of the dark cave areas, and whenever I got to them, I stopped playing for a while. (I was stuck at Mt. Moon until I was like, 7.) So I never actually beat the game.

And here I am on Victory Road, with the team of Pokemon I was taking to the Elite Four, without an Escape Rope.

The only way for me to see my other Pokemon is... to finally make it through Victory Road, after 27 years?!

[suiana]

imagine a no social skills+freaky+lowkey loser+introvert+YANDERE inventor who can't get anyone so he creates an ai robot lover (you) 😜

when you first came into existence, he was the very first thing you saw. your creator, the one who gave you life. technically he would be like a parent because he created you but that's weird because-

"hello!"

he programmed you to be exactly like a human. to be more exact, a human that's his, well, lover. so it would be weird if you started seeing him like a father figure.

anyway! he couldn't be happier that things worked out and you're actually working. he never expected this. and oh... you're like, everything he wanted. no one ever wanted him. no one. he's been alone all his life! oooorrr maybe it's because he's scared of rejection that's why he stays at home all day and doesn't even bother trying😂 that aside...

you're perfect.

so pretty, so... heh... you're like an angel...

"come over and kiss me on my hot mouth. I'm feeling romantical."

...

"woah there bud... we just met."

unfortunately he programmed you to be too much like a human. one that had standards and boundaries. so here you were rejecting him five seconds into consciousness. this totally backfired on him. the whole reason he made you was because he wanted to have someone who wanted him!

the silence between the two of you was palpable and absolutely awkward.

and the following weeks only made things worse. you were horrified at how this guy was living. instant ramen everyday all day, no sun, showers in the washing machine... which by the way, he made to human size for him. how lazy is he???

you ended up having to teach him how to live like a NORMAL person. how ironic. an ai robot that existed for a max of five weeks knows more than a guy who's nearing 30 💀

in the meanwhile, he had actually developed some serious feelings for you. guess what? when you spend time with people you actually get to know them and might even fall for them because of the connection!

but because he's a loser he doesn't communicate and literally just begs you to stay with him. doesn't even explain why, he's just on his knees, sobbing and hugging your legs.

"please! please stay! it was so difficult to make you and- and I can't afford to do anything else!"

"erm..."

fortunately for him, or unfortunately for you, he had already built you so that you wouldn't be able to leave him. the whole purpose of your existence was to keep him company after all.

you can't leave him. you were meant to be his. it's your destiny, and you know it too.

no matter how much you wish otherwise, you have no choice but to obey him.

he's your creator, after all.

[n3ptoonz]

'All That Jazz'

Pairing: Professor!Bucky/Professor!F!Reader

Fandom: MCU

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, reader is older - as in like "same age" as him (like mid to late thirties), reader is a foreign theatre teacher; speaks a different language (unspecified), reader is like the complete opposite of bucky, guys i had so much fun writing this, plot, subtle tension, technically public sx, HEELS, freaked out lover boy, body worship, yes he's wearing the suit like in the picture above, light masochism- DAMN - not proofreading allat.

Word count: 3.7k+ ... hahaha 😅

i'm trying out aesthetics/decorated posts, don't mind me🙂‍↕️

italicize text in quotations means a different language is being spoken - pictures used are not depictions

did i get this idea when i saw that quote from sebastian saying when he saw women wear heels sometimes he'd think about what she looks like only wearing heels...? don't even worry bout that bruh-

Bucky has been teaching AP US History at NYU for about five years now and has never worked up the courage to talk to you for more than just a conversation about grades or the occasional gossip about students or staff. You were extroverted and smiley. It's taken a while to get used to people calling him James instead of Bucky, but he kind of looked forward to hearing you say it in your sweet, honey-like voice. Everyday since he's gotten the job and seen you in the halls, you've worn a different color/patterned hat and stylish outfit that hugged your form just right, often tied together with a scarf around the neck. It drove him a little crazy to say the least.

Sometimes his students would tease him and tell him to just go for it already, to which he just brushes off and playfully glares at them. And there was that one time he saw you strutting towards the elevator in a blazer and pencil skirt brought together by a pair of red pumps. For the rest of that day he could only think about how you looked with only those heels on...But anyway!

Today was a slow day of grading essays before the midterm. He was knee deep in assignments and just wanted to get it over with.

You are former broadway show runner that hailed from a different country and took up teaching a decade ago in New York City. You were always so sweet and kind to everyone you've met. Theatrical and eccentric in a good way. Your hair was always uniquely styled, a few gray strands that you wore proudly. Your accent was rich as the fabrics you wore and your smile was to die for. You took particular interest in the introverted James Bucky Barnes, as you had never met someone like him before. But you found that to be a good thing.

It wasn't abnormal for you to frequently visit his classroom whether he was teaching or not. Your students often teased you too about how often you went out of your way to go to a whole floor below yours just to see him.

Three light knocks came to the door of his classroom before you popped your head in. You beamed your typical smile at him with a small wave.

"Hello, James," you chimed. "I hope I am not intruding on your grading process?" you asked, still standing at the door.

Bucky looked up from the stack of essays he had been grading, slightly startled but pleased to see you standing at the doorway. He set down his pen and leaned back in his chair, offering you a small smile in return. "Hey, ah, no, not at all. I could use a break from these essays," he replied, gesturing to the pile on his desk. "What brings you in?"

"I was just thinking about the upcoming midterm and wanted to bounce some ideas off you," you explained, stepping further into the classroom. "But now that I said it out loud, it sounds...boring." you added and turned to him. "Perhaps an evening at the jazz bar down the road isn't too big of an ask?"

You looked at him with those bright, expressive eyes, your smile still playing at the corners of your lips. It was clear you had taken a liking to the reserved history professor, appreciating his quiet intensity and sharp mind. The students' teasing remarks about your frequent visits to his classroom only served to encourage you, showing you that your interest in him was not unnoticed or unwelcome.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at your suggestion, a hint of surprise flickering across his face before a slow, genuine smile spread across his lips. "An evening at the bar, huh? That does sound more interesting than grading these essays," he mused, glancing back at the stack of papers on his desk.

He folded his arms across his chest, leaning casually against the edge of his desk as he considered your offer. "I suppose I could stand to take a break from the academic world for a little while. There are a few things I've been wanting to discuss with you as well," he admitted, his blue eyes meeting yours.

Bucky knew he should probably keep things professional, but there was something about your open mindedness for life and eccentric charm that made him want to let his guard down, even if only a little.

"Tell you what, why don't we meet there around 7? I can finish up here and then join you for a drink and a chat," he proposed, already looking forward to spending more time in your company.

"Sounds perfect! I should be able to get a good amount of grading done in an hour and a half. Good call." you nodded and sauntered over to the door. "Goodbye for now. And don't even be a minute late." you playfully narrowed your eyes and pointed at him before you chuckled and left out the door; the sound of your heels receding down the hallway.

Bucky watched as you sauntered out of his classroom, your playful warning and the sound of her heels echoing in his ears. He couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself but also mutter something not-so-appropriate under his breath. He ran his hands over his face and scratched his beard in thought. Thoughts of you and wondering if he just completely missed that you essentially asked him out on a date after work. Huh.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the clock was at 6:50. Bucky gathered up the graded essays and put them away in a drawer, straightening his tie and grabbing his coat--burnt orange, like his suit--before heading out of the classroom. After the short elevator ride to the ground floor, he exited the building and spotted the bar just a short distance away.

You were already at the bar with a glass of wine and swaying to the music when he walked in and spotted you. You glanced in his direction as he approached, that familiar smile flashing at him again.

"James!" you chimed and gestured for him to sit down. "Thought you might stand me up." you added in a teasing way given that he was definitely a minute late.

"Wouldn't dream of it." he said as he sat down, ordering for himself before looking back at you. "So, what did you want to discuss about the upcoming midterm?" he asked in a genuinely curious tone. He figured he play it safe, but he couldn't help but notice now that you look a little different than earlier. You weren't wearing a hat or scarf, your dress shirt was three buttons loose at the top and your lipstick was touched up. You appeared more...laidback; inviting.

You hummed and swirled the wine in the glass after taking a sip. "This is a little embarrassing," you said with a small chuckle. "I was really just finding an excuse to come talk to you. My midterms are very different from other curricula as it pertains to materials and...well, I guess I didn't want to sound too forward inviting you out for drinks on a school night." you added as you took another sip of wine.

Bucky nodded and laughed to himself. So he was correct in assuming this was like a date. Noted.

He took a sip of his whiskey as it arrived, the smooth burn familiar and welcome. "Well, I'm glad you found an excuse to invite me out for drinks," he replied, his voice deep and sincere. "Doesn't bother me at all."

Bucky allowed his gaze to linger on you for a moment, taking in the sight of you with the top few buttons of your shirt undone and your lips touched with a fresh coat of lipstick. The look was inviting, alluring, and he found himself clouded once again. All the possibilities laid bare in his mind with you sitting right in front of him. Seldom an ounce of shame.

"We could make this like a regular thing." he continued. The words left his lips before he could process the proposition but you didn't look put off by it. Not even a little bit. Instead, you gave a considering look.

"Sounds like a plan." you said, cheers-ing with his glass and finishing your drink. You leaned on the counter and just looked at him, admiring his features.

"So what does free time usually look like for Professor Barnes?" you asked as you tapped the rim of the glass in idle rhythm. Bucky took another swig of liquid courage before answering.

"Well, as you can probably imagine, my free time is usually spent in the pursuit of knowledge and learning," he began, a hint of playful weariness in his voice. "But I enjoy just sitting in the quiet sometimes. Going for walks to clear the mess that is my mind for a while, some reading, all that jazz."

He paused before continuing, realizing his answer might've been dry or a downer. "Though I must admit, lately my free time has been taken over by thoughts of a certain charming professor from upstairs," he added, his pretty blue eyes locked with yours as a slow smile spread across his face.

Good save, Barnes.

You gave him a look of 'Oh, really?' written all over your face, no words needed as you finished the last of your wine before standing up and holding out your hand.

"Would you like to dance?" you proposed. Your tone was one of why the hell not? What do we have to lose? Bucky stared for a moment, chuckling to himself. He hasn't danced since 1943, it feels like. He wasn't one for the activity, let alone has he ever had the chance to share it like this with a beautiful, talented woman such as yourself. He followed suit and finished his glass before standing up and taking your hand, a small embarrassed smirk on his face. Your heart fluttered at the sight of his eyes crinkling with joy.

"Why the hell not?" he said, letting you lead the way to the floor littered with people dancing together to the song You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To sung live. In a strange way, it brought Bucky back. To a time he thought long forgotten. A time he wanted to forget. Yet being here with you was game changer for sure.

"I have to warn you, though. It's been a while and I'm not as light on my feet as I used to be." he continued with a sheepish laugh under his breath. You waved it off and held both of his hands.

"Not a problem. Let's start steady, just follow me." you said, moving with every other beat so it wasn't too fast for him. He caught on faster than he thought. He matched your moves and rhythm in record time. This was the first time in a while he genuinely smiled. His grin was so wide and his grip on your hands was grounding.

"Someone's a fast learner!" you chirped. "'Been a while' my ass."

Bucky laughed and twirled you in his hand, taking your hands again and letting the song take him over.

"What can I say? I finally have a proper partner." he said, spinning you again. His heart stopped for a second at his own words. Did he just say that?

This time you ended up pulled flush to his chest. Bucky looked down at you with light pink cheeks as he cleared his throat. Just realizing his palm was resting comfortably on the small of your back.

"I didn't- I meant like-"

"I know what you meant." you said with a head tilt and lightly patted his chest in reassurance. You were both panting from the surge of energy that suddenly hit you both during the song. His lips pulled into a short knowing smile. As the song was coming to an end, something clicked in his brain, like he was teleported back to 1942. He held you tighter and dipped you, his face hovering over yours as if it was just you two in the room. Your gasp wasn't missed when you clutched onto his shoulders. You looked up at him like he was crazy, but not in a bad way.

When he slowly brought you back up, he saw a bright young woman in her twenties. A girl he wanted to impress, maybe get some ice cream with later. A girl he just wanted to walk around the city and hold hands with. He would be in uniform and try to sound as cool as possible with soldier talk.

Nobody else dancing around them mattered. And he knew it couldn't be the one glass of whiskey he ordered because he can't get drunk. It was you.

Maybe it was always you.

Neither one of you has uttered a word in the last sixty seconds. Just staring and holding each other. He wanted to say something first but his mouth had gone dry. He blinked and he was brought back to the present. A woman that looked around his age giving him the same look he was probably giving her.

"We should head back." you said. You saw him blink a few more times, as if to snap out of his own thoughts before he reluctantly let you go. He rubbed the back of his neck and gestured towards the exit. He didn't have anything else to say, really. This kind of thing--all of it--was lost on him. It's not like he's never been in love before, but damn it he truly thought he forgot what that felt like. What it was. What it meant to him and what it would mean for anyone he might fall for again.

Perhaps he's being a little dramatic, right? That was your job!

It was a quiet walk back to school. The university building in immediate distance yet it felt a mile away. Bucky felt awkward. Like maybe he messed up somehow with his lover boy bullshit. He had hoped he didn't. And if he did, he'd do anything in his power to fix it.

You, on the other hand, were trying to compose yourself. The attraction you felt towards him was suffocating. The tension between you two given any time you were together could be sliced in half. Now? You couldn't breathe. And the faint cologne on his collar was never a help.

The elevator ride was no better. Close yet so far. You two could barely make eye contact.

Once at his classroom, you haven't a clue why you walked in. You stopped at the door, gripping the knob for dear life. Your muscles contracted with something you haven't felt in years. That familiar sensation in your chest that spread to the rest of your body. You watched him awkwardly walk over to his desk and move some papers around like he was reading something. You could tell now that he thought he did something wrong.

Bucky ran his hand over his beard and sighed before turning to you. "I, uh," he started, taking a few steps towards you with his hand in his pocket. "If I came on too strong..."

He was still talking when you closed the door behind you and walked over to him, a finger to his lips as you pushed him backwards to the whiteboard. He looked at you with a bit of surprise. Shocked at your boldness but also that you made it clear he didn't mistake anything.

You slid your finger from his lips to his jaw, urging him to lean forward to meet your lips. You gave him a simple kiss. You wanted to pull back and maybe make a witty remark about how nervous he was, but he was activated now. You only invited him in and he's moving like he owns the place.

His hands slid around your back to hold you closer than ever. His strong arms unyielding but safe. He even made sure his metal arm wasn't using as much pressure as his flesh one.

It didn't take long for the kiss to get heated. The wine on your tongue nearly as sweet as you. The whiskey on his almost just as intoxicating. You could feel his arousal pressing against your thigh through your skirt, practically screaming to be released from its confines. The serum running through his veins allowed him hold his breath longer than the average person. However, Earth to Bucky, she can't breathe!

He backed away with a soft pant. His eyes half-lidded while the sound of you catching your breath filled this corner of the classroom. He could only think about how you looked with only those heels on...

"You're beautiful." he said, the back of his hand caressing your cheekbone. His gaze by itself was consuming you whole. Part of your focus was your smeared lipstick on his lips and his arms holding you like you were married for years in every timeline.

Bucky kissed you again as he lifted you by your hips to carry you to his desk. Once you were sat down he started to undo your buttons with fervor. There went your shirt in three seconds tops. Then your skirt, which took longer because he loved how it looked sliding down those thighs along with your panties. He sucked marks onto your neck as the skirt hit the floor, leaving you completely bare after he unclipped your bra without missing a beat.

He didn't bother with your shoes and you wondered why. So, when you went to remove them he stopped you, looking you dead in the eyes.

"These stay on." he said, pressing a kiss to your knuckle. He crouched down before you and started to tail kisses up your legs--tip of the shoe first. "Tell me about your favorite play." he whispered against your foot and kept kissing. You shuddered and gripped his desk. The sight before you almost too much to bear.

You started on about your favorite play, when you saw it, where you saw it, how it made you feel. Occasionally pausing in between thoughts so you didn't lose them due to this man worshipping every inch of your body. Bucky gave a longer kiss to a birthmark, smiling to himself when you softly gasped.

Once he reached your thighs, he slowly pried them open but his eyes were on your face. Watching what he's doing right. The most bizarre thing was that he was still fully clothed. His bulge the most obvious thing in the room against those tight ass pants--that did wonders for his ass, by the way.

In the blink of in eye, your lips meet again, your legs wrap around him, and he's inside of you. He groaned and cursed like he took a bite from his favorite food of all time.

You could get lost in the pools of his irises. They were just so blue. James Barnes, akin to a siren without uttering a word.

He wanted to set a slow pace, he really did, but damn it girl he nearly slipped out several times because of how wet you were from him just admiring your legs and you looked butt ass naked in only heels. This wasn't some shit you'd get back home so definitely weren't going back anytime soon.

When your heel scraped his back a little bit, he moaned into your shoulder. Your eyes widened just a tad. Bucky was tucked securely inside of you, thrusting and humping you like he'd die if he stopped. You were half hazy, trying to keep down your own sounds of pleasure but you were aware enough to lift your leg and drag your heel on his clothed back again. He moaned louder, gripping your hips tighter.

"Please," he whispered desperately. "Oh, baby, I'm not ready to be a father."

You twitched underneath him and ran your fingers through his hair, the other hand scratching his back to hold yourself back. That unraveling feeling was rapidly approaching you were seeing stars. Your breaths irregular and your walls clamping down on him. Almost like you were telling him it was okay.

"Shit-" he hissed in response as his hand slid up your waist so he wouldn't lose his grip. The pace increased in an instant and his climax was drawing near too. You felt so good against him. Your skin. Your lips. Your silky walls. The messy, squelching sound that echoed off the walls was a song he'd have on repeat. He made love to you with everything he had. Everything that was mildly irritating him today went into every stroke.

Your heel scraped against him one more time, just a little harder by accident and he was gone. His limbs weakened but he pulled out in time. Quiet, weak whimpers coming from him. Something...Something about that alone got him so excited. Maybe it really felt like he was in the 40s again. It was like sneaking into somewhere he wasn't supposed to be and fucking where he wasn't supposed to with a dame he wasn't sure he was taking home.

Your climax hit you two seconds after; an array of praises and filthy words flying out of your mouth under your breath and in your native tongue. Your back arched upwards and your feet pointed, making the heel dig into his side for a second. You clenched your jaw so a string of moans didn't wake up the entire social studies department.

Bucky huffed a heavy breath and stood up straight. His hand taking yours and pulling you up to meet him chest to chest. Holding you once again so you wouldn't fall over. He kissed you on the forehead and rubbed your back in the places that the desk definitely left marks, but you didn't look tired though. You carefully pried him off of you and pushed him backwards towards his desk chair with just your index finger, sitting him down before crawling into his lap.

"The suit stays on."

[h0neybb]

— blessed be the mystery of love

୨୧ mark lee x m!taeyong'sbrother!reader ୨୧ taeyong's (half)brother, you, needed to get out more often. what better way to do it than have you meet the rest of 127? you were a pretty big fan, after all. taeyong didn't expect mark, your bias, to take a liking to you in particular. ୨୧ request?: yes ! ୨୧ caution: other 127 members mentioned (obv), mentions of reader being in college/uni, younger reader (20-21 ish), very very sappy, stereotypically "shy" reader, mild swearing, mentions of panic attacks. (+2nd person, not proofread) ୨୧ wc: 3k

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You were practically drowning in work. You would've wished that it was an understatement, too. Finals were coming up, you had two reports, one analysis, and around three and a half essays to get done as final projects, and you were, to put it not so lightly, incredibly stressed. You'd been cooped up in your dorm room the past two weeks, cramming for anything and everything you could. And Taeyong didn't like it. You were pushing yourself far too hard, and sure, you may have needed to at times, but not twenty-four-seven. You still had three weeks of regular classes before all of your finals, anyway. He was tired of you pretending it was okay to be a hermit in your dorm, talking to nobody but him, your parents, and your roommate. He was bound and determined to get you some social interaction. You were in desperate need of it, anyway, considering how introverted and socially anxious you are.

So that's how you ended up here. In your brother's car, staring out of the window as he drove you the short distance to the company. "I was thinking you could come over a few times a week, maybe once a day even, since it's such a short distance." He explained quietly as he drove. "I get nervous when you're all huddled up in that desk chair. This will be a good break. You can relax for a while, watch your really cool older brother dance—" He joked, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

"Very funny," You mumbled, cutting him off. "I think I'm more anxious knowing I'm about to meet everyone." You added as you finally turned to face him. You and Taeyong had a pretty solid relationship, and you enjoyed supporting him, which had ended up with you getting really into NCT. And now, you were about to meet your brother's bandmates. It was daunting, and being so introverted, you didn't know if you would be able to relax around the other members.

When you had reached the huge building, Taeyong practically dragged you inside, waving at a few random staff as he pulled you around hallways and up different floors. After a few minutes of this, you had reached the practice room where he was scheduled to be. He wanted you to stay here for an hour, doing what? When you should be studying for that final you just knew you were going to struggle on...

"Hey guys!" Taeyong called out, casually greeting everyone as they put their belongings down, drank some water, or did some stretching. It wasn't long before Jungwoo turned to look at you with a slightly confused expression. "Who's this?" He asked, gesturing your way as he glanced at the other.

"This is my little brother," He happily introduced you, obviously proud of who you were. You bowed politely, but stayed behind Taeyong, nervous and now a bit flustered that you were being perceived by the others. One by one, you were introduced to them, and you stayed quiet, obviously a bit shy as Taeyong explained that you were a fan of them yourself.

They were all kind to you, with Johnny cracking a couple jokes as Haechan tried to make small talk with you, asking you how long you'd been a fan. They were surprised at how much younger than Taeyong you were, and you had to explain that technically, you were Taeyong's half brother, and that's part of why he was nearly ten years your senior. Everything seemed to be going well, though you were still very quiet and obviously a bit anxious.

And then Mark showed up.

Mark, your bias Mark, who you'd tried to blissfully forget was in the same group as your own damn brother. Good God, he was real?

He introduced himself to you, and you kept yourself in check, greeting him, but keeping your mouth shut out of fear that you would say something even under your breath that you didn't want any of them — but especially him — to hear.

You stayed for the hour that Taeyong wanted you to, half-watching them while you kept studying, much to the chagrin of your poor brother, who desperately wanted you to be more sociable. You clapped ever so quietly every time they finished a song, and every time, Jaehyun and Doyoung would turn to you and dramatically bow as if they were in the curtain call of a terrible musical, attempting to make you smile or laugh. They almost cheered when it worked after a few tries and you let out a quiet chuckle.

During a quick five-minute break that they were taking as you packed up your belongings, Mark approached you again, trying to break the ice a little bit. "So, uh... what are you majoring in?" He said before taking a quick sip of water. You froze up for a moment, because it was Mark Fucking Lee, and he was talking to you. Eventually, you told him, though your tone was a bit blunt. You had to head out quickly, so you gave Taeyong a quick side-hug, speaking softly as you said a general goodbye to everybody else. After that, you slipped out of the practice room and were on your way to class.

"Dude," Mark said as he tapped Johnny's shoulder. "Was he that, like... direct with you?" He asked quietly, not wanting Taeyong to hear and get overprotective or anything. He was just curious, he meant no harm.

"Not really. ...Maybe he's just a little bit extra nervous around you. You're pretty close to his age, after all." Johnny shrugged, cracking his knuckles.

"Yeah, but... I don't know, dude, they seemed fine with Haechan, and he's even closer in age to him than I am." He shook his head, unable to understand it. "Who knows. He might just think you're hot or something." Johnny replied as he got ready to continue with practice.

"...Woah." Mark was able to say aloud, though he wasn't able to think much more of it, as the short break was over and he needed to get back to practicing whatever they needed to brush up on.

You decided to listen to Taeyong, since it made him happy. Every morning, you took a little walk to the company, sitting in the practice room for an hour and half-watched, half-studied as they all did what they needed to do. After around a week and a half, you had warmed up to pretty much everyone. Taeyong was happy to see it. The only problem was... well, Mark. It wasn't even that you didn't want to be around him, it's that he always seemed to try to get you to warm up to him at the worst possible time.

The second day you'd gone, you ended up getting lost, taking a wrong turn and ending up in a different hallway. Mark had found you after coming out of what you could only assume was some sort of studio, leading you toward the practice room, trying to chat with you, to no avail, as even though you wanted to, you couldn't seem to get your brain working. A few days later, you were packing up your belongings when a bunch of papers fell out of your binder, all while Mark looked directly at you. It was probably the most embarrassing situation you'd ever been in, but Mark helped you pick up all of the papers, even trying to make sure they were sorted properly. You almost wished you'd had a shell, so you could pop into it and hide like a turtle. You thanked him with beet red cheeks before practically running out of the door.

He joked with the members, specifically Yuta and Johnny, that it was just because he was too smokin' and you were intimidated by the sheer hotness he exuded. The truth, though, was that he was actually terrified that you hated him. During a lunch break one day after you'd left, he sat next to Taeyong, nudging him to get his attention.

"...I don't think your brother likes me very much." He admitted to Taeyong before taking a bite of his food. "I know you said he's shy, but... he's warmed up to everyone else alright, and yet he's still super blunt and quiet around me, like he's embarrassed or something."

"You sound silly, Mark," Taeyong responded in kind. "He doesn't hate anyone, he just gets really anxious sometimes. There's no telling how fast he'll warm up to somebody. Apparently, it took him almost a month to say a word to his roommate, and now they're best friends. Just give him some time, I'm sure he really likes you. Why wouldn't he?" He tried to help reassure Mark, who seemed to struggle with wrapping his head around everything. He just didn't know how to get through to you.

After your first — and hardest — final, which took you a solid four hours to complete, you had showed up for your daily socializing timeslot pretty late. It was already around seven pm, and you were so tired that you'd nearly fallen asleep at least twice on the small couch provided in the practice room for quick breaks.

Taeyong, your vigilant and caring brother, had come up to you after a while and ruffled your hair a bit. "I'll get you some food, m'kay?" He was making sure you understood, so you nodded sleepily. "I'm gonna head out with the others to go eat. Mark's not hungry, so he'll hold down the fort. Don't hesitate to take a nap if you need to. I'll bring you back your favourite." He was so sweet sometimes. You thanked him quietly and pulled out your phone, trying to both stay awake and keep your mind off of the fact that you were going to be alone, in a room, with Mark, for at least an hour.

You just sat on your phone for around ten minutes to start, scrolling through whatever social media you felt like rotting your mind out with. Unknowingly, throughout those ten minutes, Mark was staring at you, as if telepathically trying to figure you out. You finally heard him stand up, and you glanced from your phone to see him walking toward you.

With a small wave of anxiety now building in your gut, you tried to stand up and keep some distance between you two, but Mark seemed to really, really want otherwise. Before you could stand, he basically jumped on you, pinning you down against the cushions of the couch as you blushed a violent red. You ended up letting out a small sound of surprise, trying to pry away from him. He was a bit stronger than you, though, and he was determined to know why you didn't like him.

"What's going on with you, dude?" Mark asked, truly curious. "You've warmed up to everybody else, but you're still all cold and shy with me. I don't get it. Did I do something wrong? I feel like I've tried everything... why do you still not like me?" He hit you with a barrage of questions, overwhelming your already tired mind. He seemed to be completely unaware of the fact that your faces were barely inches apart, his arms were on either side of your shoulders, and by all accounts, you were trapped in his arms. He kept asking you questions, talking way too much in an attempt to try and understand your thought process and why you seemed so distant from him.

"Please stop..." You finally gathered enough courage to squeak, hiding your face in your hands as you tried to steady your breathing. Being in this position with somebody who you'd had such a parasocial crush on for so long was sending you into a complete spiral, and Mark seemed to only now be realizing that.

"Oh, shit... dude, I... I didn't mean to freak you out, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He finally realized his mistake and backed off a bit, which ended up with both of you on either side of the couch, with you curled up and blinking back the tears that had threatened to fall while Mark kept apologizing and trying to comfort you without getting too close and scaring you again.

"I do like you." You said after a few minutes of a tense silence. "That's the problem." You sat up a bit straighter and tried to be honest with Mark. "You... were always my favourite. So when I met you, I was too in awe to even think, and then... we just kept running into each other at the worst possible times, and every time you would be so helpful, and it would make my heart beat really fast and..." You paused to try and take a few deep breaths as you felt your panic rising. "...And I knew it was 'cause I had a crush on you, and then it just kept getting worse, so I thought if I tried to limit my interactions with you I wouldn't seem like a desperate weirdo freak who wants to kiss his brother's friend." You almost completely spilled your guts, blushing furiously and trying to get the words out in a rush, as if they burned your tongue as you spoke them.

Mark only seemed to truly hear a few of the words that came out of your mouth, though. "...You have a crush on me?" He smiled widely. "You want to kiss me?" You hid even further into your hands, groaning softly. "That's not the point," You mumbled, the sound muffled further by your hands. "It's weird. I'm Taeyong's brother, and you're his coworker and his friend. It would be weird if anything happened between us, because you're also like super mega famous and I'm literally a fan of you and like are you even into guys—?"

You felt a soft pair of lips brush against your cheek. The feeling shut you up very, very quickly. You hadn't been in many romantic situations before, considering your shyness and introverted personality, so though you had a grasp on the concept, you had no idea what to do. Mostly because it was Mark. Your bias, the man who thought you hated him, that Mark. And he just kissed your cheek.

"Was that okay?" He asked quietly, a concerned, but caring smile playing on his lips. "I just didn't want you to start panicking." You just sat for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.

"You... you just kissed my cheek." You managed to say. You didn't know how, but you felt as if your cheeks had gotten even more red after the little peck.

"I did." Mark responded, his smile more prominent this time as he spoke. "I mean, you said you wanted to kiss me, didn't you?" He laughed softly as he watched you pretty much short circuit, stumbling over your sentences and fidgeting with your hands. "Aww, you're cute..." He chuckled.

"Don't call me cute, that will just make it worse..." You curled in on yourself further, but Mark pulled your hands away from your face, trying whatever he could to get you to open up.

"I'm not trying to make it worse. I'm trying to tell you it's okay." He leaned in and kissed your cheek again, his lips lingering this time around. The small whimper that escaped your lips made him laugh again. "It's okay." He repeated, holding your hands a bit tighter.

"...It's okay?" You whispered, trying to get your train of thought onto the track that it needed to be on; the one that said Mark was okay with all of it. Mark nodded at your words, and you couldn't help but scoot closer, which made the other beam.

After a minute or two of quiet reassurances and soft compliments from Mark, he leaned in and kissed your cheek yet again, then your nose. His gaze lingered on your lips, but you ended up having to tell him yourself.

"You can kiss me properly, Mark. ...Please do, actually." You smiled, causing him to giggle. He seemed so giddy. When your lips finally connected, too, you felt that maybe everything would be okay.

After a few lingering kisses and a couple more comforting words, you and Mark ended up tangled with each other on the couch. You were fully at ease, and Mark found it wonderful, how you were no longer so curt or tense. "I'm tired." you yawned, and Mark's hand found its way to your back, rubbing soothing circles against your clothed skin. As much as you tried to fight it, you were out like a light within minutes.

You woke up a little under an hour later to a loud, startling voice. "Ohh, cute!" You lifted your head, blinking the sleep from your eyes to see Yuta cooing at you and Mark. Speaking of Mark, he looked just as embarrassed as you did, if not more. Haechan already had his phone out, snapping pictures of the two of you... less as a cute memory, and more as blackmail against Mark. Doyoung was tapping his shoulder and telling him to send him the photos when he was done taking them. "This is adorable! I don't know what you're so uptight about, Taeyong..." Yuta's voice caught you off guard again, and when you turned your head, you saw your brother, looking furious; not at you, but Mark. "My little brother, Mark?" Taeyong mumbled through gritted teeth. You knew that look, and you knew you didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.

You got up from where you were laying with Mark, patting his chest gently as you did so. "Well, I think that's my cue," You smiled, pressing a tiny kiss to Mark's cheek, chuckling as everybody — apart from Taeyong — seemed to melt at both the idea of Mark getting a bit of action, and you being a bit bold, in front of all of them. "See you later," You said to your brother as you grabbed your things. "See you, Mark," You added quickly, needing to get out of there before all hell broke loose. You didn't leave, though, before bringing your hand up to your face, your thumb at your ear and your pinky at your mouth, the rest of your fingers in a closed fist. Call me, you mouthed, and as terrified as Mark was at the wrath of your older brother, he found the courage to smile and nod.

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[vixstarria]

Three Things In Common With Your OC

Thank you @amoremagnificentbastard and @pursuitseternal for the tags ^_^

There is one thing to note here, and it is that Asmodea is not a self-insert.

Asmodea is a vibrant free spirit. She is a loud extrovert. She is an entertainer. She is impulsive to a fault. She is hedonistic, arrogant and unrestrained. She thirsts for adventure and new experiences, to the detriment of her own comfort. She is reckless and will act without thinking, and she WILL drag others with her into whatever nonsense she's stumbled into. Frankly if I ever met her in person she'd probably piss me off.

Whilst I do sway closer and closer to Asmodea the more inebriated I become, under ordinary circumstances I am an introvert. I am patient, rational and level-headed in most situations. My personal taste in men actually lies much closer to Wyll than to Astarion or to any of the other companions, and I have been with a Wyll for many years. I am not artistic. Flowers shrivel and small animals risk imminent death at the sound of my singing. I most certainly do not ever want to go camping. I wear my hair in a blonde bob and write emails and play with spreadsheets for a living. I enjoy writing emails and playing with spreadsheets.

Having said that...

Sense of humour. Because if I'm going to spend a lot of time with an OC, you better believe we are going to be laughing at the same dumb shit together.

So, I was born in a post-Soviet country. Well, there wasn't anything 'post' about it at the time, I was technically born in the USSR. I've mentioned English isn't my native language, right? ANYWAY. At some point I decided to make the human side of Asmodea's (who's a half-elf) family Rashemi, for shits and giggles. I then went further and basically equated many aspects of Rashemen to Russia in my headcanon, including the language. Yeah I know it's not supposed to be the same. No I don't care. It hasn't really come up in my fics yet, but it will down the line in Bloodbang Chronicles. But yes, you can consider Asmodea Russian.

I live my life in accordance with the following flowchart:

It works the vast majority of the time. Does it just look like procrastination and / or like I'm simply sticking my head in the sand sometimes? MAYBE. But that's beyond the point.

I have passed this flowchart on to Asmodea and she has been an absolute champ with it. We are unbothered. Moisturised. Happy. In our lane. Focused. Flourishing.

No pressure tagging @spacebarbarianweird @glassphinix @anumori @coreene @themadlu

@tragedybunny @snowfolly @mj-bites

[sea-lanterns]

Happy New Year Angey!!!

Thanks for feeding my brat tamer chiori brainrot on december!

So I saw those posts about you wanting to have Navia's children and I was wondering: if that did happened, what would they be named?

(Also I'm still waiting for that Poly Chiori and Chevreuse stuff, idk if you didn't see it or if you rejected it for whatever reason, plus I forgot to clarify that it was me who sent the request, so sorry about that!!!)

- 🐊

CW: Naviangey family dynamics, more Naviangey delusions

Hello 🐊 anon! Don’t worry, I received your poly Chiori and Chevreuse ask, I just haven’t responded it to it yet because I have a habit of hoarding asks I like 😅. I’ll get to it soon, probably tomorrow because you reminded me!

Anyways, about Navia and I’s children, we actually already have two fan kids that I’ve made but kept to myself. Only a few mutuals know about Navia and I’s kids, but I can share with the aquarium since you asked!

Navia and I’s first child is a boy. We have a son and his name is Beau Thomas Caspar. Though he is technically Wasian, he looks more French like his mother and looks pretty much identical to her but male. He has very curly blonde hair and blue eyes, and is currently 8 years old. He adopted Navia’s love for cooking and is very extroverted and friendly. He is also quite the gentleman even at a young age (thanks to Navia’s teachings) and behaves like a young prince with girls his age.

Navia and I have a second child after Beau named Belle Violetta Caspar. She looks more like Angey-sona and looks more Vietnamese like her other mother (in terms of facial features). Her hair is more wavy like Angey-sona’s, and despite being blonde like Navia, she somehow inherited Angey-sona’s pink hair tips and eyes. Belle takes more after Angey-sona’s introverted nature and she is very blunt and quieter. Belle is currently 5 years old and is next in line to become president of the Spina Di Rosula since Beau shows no interest in it.

Anyways I’m done ranting about my fictional kids. Uhhhhh this was kinda embarrassing 😭😭

[lia-linny]

skz as kotlc characters 🤔🤔

Who the skz member would be in keeper of the lost cities

Note: ok, ok i got a bit too excited over this!! I just finished reading unreavled and omg!! I love keefe!!! Anyway... i had this in my mind a while ago but never actually wrote it because i'm not sure if many people will like this... (or even know kotlc) so thank you for the request. 💕

Bang chan would be Sophie. Why did I only just realize that the two of them are simply the same person? Sophie is an obvious choice for chan, as she is the leader of her group just like him. They both lead their members with a lot of empathy and understanding for their problems, but in serious situations they react with a certain strength and determination. They often put their needs second. This could also be due to their self-doubt. Their insecurities also motivate them to work tirelessly on themselves. And they both have the worst insomnia ever! Arg, it fits so well.

Minho is tam. They're both very calm and exude a certain serenity. Sometimes they seem reserved or shy, especially with strangers. in interviews, lee know is not a person who has to push himself to the center of attention and is content to observe the situation. In addition, they both express their affection more subtly because they have difficulty expressing it with words. Instead, they show it through gestures or actions. (acts of service bitches!)

I think Changbin could be Keefe... The two are similar in that they are often the center of attention due to their humor and high energy, which they use to lighten up situations. Changbin manages to write and produce profound lyrics and songs. Just like keefe, he is very creative and dares to speak openly about his feelings and thoughts.

Hyunjin and linh. Elegant, introverted, empathic, creative, the urge to be recognized for something else, than a beautiful face?! Yep Hyunjin is linh. Like?!?! She has a painting room, ok?! It matches so well i don't even have to explain.

Han is Dex. They are both clumsy AS HELL! sorry, but the number of times Han spilled his drinks is proof enough. And yet they are way too creative and talented! When one of them is bored, a new masterpiece is created on the side. Han writes a banger song that's far too good and Dex invents some technical thing that can solve all the elves' problems... And Dex is really loyal to his friends, who are almost like a second family to him, like Jisung.

Felix is a social butterfly, the sunshine everyone adores and a professional at socializing. Like jensi, he is popular and loves to talk as much as he loves to listen. Sometimes he just won't stop ramling but he always makes sure that everyone is happy and comfortable.

Seungmin: sandor Hear me out!!! Somehow the two of them have a lot in common...ok?! I'm not crazy... Seungmin tends to be very perfectionist like sandor, especially when it comes to Sophie's protection. They are also both very professional and always want to improve their skills but never forget, what they already can. And last but not least, both always keep a calm head in stressful or serious situations. (Ok, I realized myself that this doesn't fit 100%... but I couldn't think of anyone better for seungmin).

I.n = biana = Twin where have you been? Biana is the fashion princess of Foxfire. She loves going shopping, putting on make up and giving her less fashoinable friends make overs. Pretty Jeongin coded, don't you think...? She is very confident and charming but always babied by everyone, what annoys her pretty much some times. (like Jeongin... just saying...)They are both very optimistic, cheerful and tend to light up the room.

[cinderella-ish]

Ouran High School Host Club Personality Types: Kyoya Ootori

Kyoya reminds me of Shigure from Fruits Basket, and in more ways than one! I think they're two of the most misunderstood characters because they both play their cards extremely close to the chest, and they both don't mind being seen as dirtbags if it helps them accomplish their goal (or if it hides their true personality). Anyway, here's how I see Kyoya's personality!

Kyoya Ootori's Enneagram

Wound: Kyoya was born the third son to a revered business leader. He needs to outperform his two older brothers if he wants to be considered to succeed the family business.

Wounding message: you must distinguish yourself if you wish to be recognized by your family

Core desire: to prove himself worthy of the successorship

Core fear: being worthless

Defense mechanism: Kyoya keeps a cool demeanor, and is sees the world as transactional. He is highly attentive to detail and keeps notes on all his observations. He rarely shares his true feelings or personality.

Strengths: Kyoya is level-headed, intelligent, organized, dependable, hard-working, confident, sly, and kind (though he would never admit it)

Challenges: Kyoya is vain, jealous, cynical, conniving, insincere, and inauthentic

When healthy: Kyoya connects more readily with his friends and shows his true feelings

When unhealthy: Kyoya withdraws his "true self" even more, relying on his charming mask

Looking at all of this, here's what connects when I go back to the Enneagram post:

Wound: 1, 2, 3, or 9

Wounding message: 1, 2, 3, or 7

Core desire: 1, 2, or 3

Core fear: 1 or 3

Defense mechanism: 3, 5, or 6

Strengths: 3, 5, or 6

Challenges: 3 or 5

When healthy: 3 or 9

When unhealthy: 3, 6, 8, or 9

Kyoya is an Enneagram 3.

Threes live in the Heart center, and tend to underexpress Sadness/Shame.

Wing

The Enneagram Institute calls 3w2s "The Charmer" and 3w4s "The Professional."

I don't see Kyoya having many of the qualities of a 2, so I suspect he's a 3w4.

Truity describes 3w4s like this:

This type tends to be more introverted, serious and focused on work rather than social engagements and relationships. Three wing Fours are consistently working toward personal growth and professional success.

Machi Kuragi from Fruits Basket is another example of a 3w4.

Subtype

I suspect Kyoya is a SO 3w4, though he also has elements of the SP 3. Here is how EnneaApp describes the social subtype of 3:

Status conscious, preoccupied with being regarded highly; hyper-aware of rank

Strives to embody group standards, have the "right" lifestyle, and gain prestige

Alters the self in order to present valued characteristics of most desirable group

Uncanny ability to "look the part" of social-role, including dress and mannerisms

Tends to confuse inner self with the world's badges, awards, honors, and symbols

Highly values credentials, titles, public honors/awards, and influential connections

Wants to know: "What school did you attend..." "Do you know anyone famous..."

Wants to hold center stage and "be somebody;" anonymity causes strong anxiety

Wants to be attractive to the whole world, "get to the top and look good doing it"

Attention goes to quality of image and recognition of their performance/abilities

May project an air of "I'm really above this place/situation...this is only temporary"

In business, wants to have the respect of powerful others; in love seeks "arm candy"

Identifies with projected self-image in order to convince self of having found identity

I think many of these points connect to Tamaki's all-encompassing knowledge of everyone's "credentials". While I don't think he's quite as attention-seeking as this image paints, he's very much in pursuit of validation.

I've only had one other SO 3 in this series, and she's a very minor character in Fruits Basket: Yuki's mother.

Tritype

With 3 as Kyoya's Heart type, I think 5 is his most likely Head type, and his Gut type is a little harder to place.

After reading the descriptions of 3-5-1, "The Technical Expert," 3-5-8, "The Solution Master," and 3-5-9, "The Thinker," I am having a bit of pull toward 3-5-1. Here is the description from Katherine Fauvre's website:

If you are a 135, you are diligent, focused, and knowledgeable. You want to be ethical, efficient, and wise. Highly rational, you seek systems and procedures. Detail-oriented, you like mathematical concepts and finding ways to break down and understand complex material. You are very precise and good with exacting details that others find difficult to manage. Often technical, you prefer to work with facts and logic and can, at times, seem unemotional or insensitive.

I do think 1 makes sense for Kyoya's Gut type, since he doesn't really seem to under- or overexpress anger, but he does get irritated easily and have outbursts from time to time, which is quite typical of Ones (...I say, as a one myself 😅). He also seems to stick to his personal moral code, even though that's completely inscrutable to anyone else, and he seems to like to do things a certain "right" way.

This is the same tritype as Hatori Sohma.

Kyoya Ootori's MBTI

Here's how I see Kyoya's Type Dynamics:

Ti - I strongly suspect Kyoya's Dominant process is Introverted Thinking. This can look like "Seeks internal consistency and logic of ideas. Trusts internal framework, which may be difficult to explain to others. Experience a depth of concentration that is objective and analytical." When stressed, overuse of this process can look like "obsessive search for the truth, detached, look only at cons, driven like a machine out of control"

Ne - I think Kyoya is an iNtuiting type, and he extroverts this process. Ne can look like "Sees possibilities in the external world. Enthusiastic and enjoys networking. Trusts the big picture, forms patterns and connections, which can then be shared with others."

Si - Kyoya clearly seems to use Introverted Sensing. He "Compares present facts and situations to past experience. Excellent recall for specific details. Trusts and remembers the past. Stores sensory data that is important to them for future use."

Fe - this is clearly his least-used (Inferior) Process. In times of stress, this can look like "use logic to an extreme in an emotional, obsessive way, hypersensitive emotional state in relationships, strong emotional reactions—loss of control"

With Type Dynamics of Ti Ne Si Fe, Kyoya's MBTI would be INTP, "The Logician", which he shares with Ren Sohma, Katsuya Honda, and, of course, Shigure Sohma.

Here's how the Myers & Briggs Foundation describes INTP:

Seek to develop logical explanations for everything that interests them. Theoretical and abstract, interested more in ideas than in social interaction. Quiet, contained, flexible, and adaptable. Have unusual ability to focus in depth to solve problems in their area of interest. Skeptical, sometimes critical, always analytical.

So, to summarize:

Enneagram: SO 3w4 (The Achiever/The Professional)

Tritype: 3-5-1 (The Technical Expert)

MBTI: INTP (The Logician)

Kyoya is defined by his pragmatic, often conniving, always intelligent thinking. He works hard to prove his worth, though he plays his cards close to the vest and rarely lets people see his true feelings, or his kindness.

What do you think? Did I get it right or wrong? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

[fervent-adoration]

I think it's about time you kissed the DBZ man, so tell us about him! And ideas for the relationship too, if you'd like 🤭

SHOVES EVERYTHING OFF OF THE TABLE. OKAY I WILL DO THIS. I WILL TALK ABOUT HIM AND IT MAY BE A LOT-

Warning: long ass rant, not even sure if it's COHERENT. approach at your own risk.

So Future Trunks right. Nods. He's a very popular character, and for good reason. Popping up in season 4 of DBZ, he kicked off an arc and by technicality, his presence ensured that the main cast would live on and allllll of the subsequent seasons and series could occur at all. I want to reiterate: the one that i selfship with is ONLY THE ONE FROM THE FUTURE- Present Trunks (GT) is a NO GO !!!

A guy with the weight of the entire future on his shoulders. He came from his disastrous future to try to save the past from what happened, and despite all odds, did succeed in doing so! He thoroughly fucked up timelines in the process but let's be honest, it's FINE. WE ALL PREFER THE WAY IT TURNED OUT. Anyway he's the son of the like smartest person in the world (Bulma ♡) and one of the strongest fighters in the universe (Vegeta), and he DOES in fact live up to his parents.

Let me tell you, this guy made an entrance. I like to think about it sometimes. When I was younger and saw him come onto the screen for the first time, dicing up the previous big bad that had caused 2 seasons worth of trouble like he was fucking BUTTER? Oh my god. So cool. So cool. Little Krue was like "HOLD UP HOLD UP. OKAY WHO ARE YOU-" and despite his immediate "badass" entrance, he quickly proved himself to be polite, and... relatively quiet, actually. Shy, sorta?? Nervous? Ugh head in hands I love him sm- I LOVE HIM SO SO MUCH-

Okay sorry sorry what was i saying

Yes yes Trunks right. He's such a sweetheart. He tries so so incredibly hard and watching him grow throughout the time he was on the screen in DBZ meant soooo much to me. He's just the best. Does a spin. Ahh I love him! SORRY SORRY OKAY

Uh he's in games, he's in DBS, he's in spin off series, he's ALLLLL OVER THE PLACE. fan favorite. I need to get his timeline in order... But yeah he's genuinely really good at what he does. A strong fighter, BUT he is a bit more passionate than he probably should be. Sometimes overtaken by emotions. He feels so deeply about his convictions though, I cannot really fault him. He cares about justice and putting things right, and kind of sucks at putting rules before the things he feels. He loves his family and friends so much. And while an introvert and prone to becoming slightly awkward or even sort of annoyed in the face of some social situations, he genuinely handles himself really well. His mother certainly taught him well. I have some character analysis stuff that I won't go into here HELP

Okay so. My selfship with him... I believe it to be based off of general compatibility and a lot of shared traits. He's relatable to me, but not to the point that we are like... the same. We could find a lot of solace in each other, an understanding, really. We've both been through a lot. Had a lot on our shoulders, and strive to live up to whatever we can for the people that we love. And I believe that having a reliable shoulder to lean on, someone he's less scared of losing, someone who will support him in his endeavors but also is willing to take the charge in situations and delegate as needed, who is more assertive than him and matches him in his determination and stubbornness -- it'd do great for him. And helloooo that's me!

I think we could both calm each other down and rile each other up. It's probably a gamble on what will happen, depending on the situation. Sometimes I might hype him up, other times encourage him to take a step back... and he'd probably do the same for me-

I think outwardly, I'm much more exuberant than he is. He's more reserved and closed off. But, I am always there for the long haul. I care very authentically about the people close to me, and I'm happy to reach out and break down his walls over time. Offer him a place to be heard until he accepts, and realizes that maybe he doesn't have to do everything alone or keep everything stuffed inside until he explodes.

I think we equally thrive off of feeling heard and like we have a stable place in someone's life. And as such, we may be mildly inseparable once we properly jump over the friendship hurdle... and in terms of relationship? Yeah nah there's NO WAY IN HELL that he's gonna go anywhere without me 🫶🫶

Moral of story: ME AND THAT MAN ARE GONNA HEAL TOGETHER!!! I've loved him since I was like 9 and that isn't gonna stop anytime soon. I love him so so so much. He means a shit ton to me and genuinely I don't know if there are many other of my f/os that not only bring me this feeling of comfort and security but also match me as a person so well. We cover each other's bases in the best ways and I feel like we'd be quite the power team if nothing else.

[luvstappen]

Heyy,so this is something a bit random and just a thought I had but imagine lando (in the new fic that's about him) being with a reader(or oc, I don't know what you have planned)that's very shy, awkward and more of an introvert. Like someone different from your current reader in the oscar fic. Also everyone is shocked that they are "dating" since they have different personalities or something like that.

This is just a random idea btw you don't even have to take it into consideration ,I'm sure whatever you have planned is going to EATTTTT and I would read it anyway, but I feel like everything I read about lando is always with a reader that's a party animal and an extrovert (AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT) it would be nice to read something different you know. Sorry for the yapping I can't wait for the new fic!!!!

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH !!! and i’m actually planning to make the love interest a bit more introverted :) it’s kind of one of the reasons they end up getting together in the first place? a little hint: there are PR reasons... and then there are personal reasons

also !!! it’s technically going to be a reader-insert (y/n) again, but i also feel like in a long series, they kind of have to develop a personality, backstory, background etc. (i’m heavily researching the love interest’s culture rn btw!!!), so at some point they start feeling more like an oc in disguise 😭

and wait... does the existence of another y/n in the same universe mean the mclaren boys are both dating women with the same first name??? LMAOOOO

[panvnsleake]

yapfest warning ⚠️⚠️

uh. note that the names ‘Sunny’ and ‘Kamaboko’ are just given names to those two alter egos/personalities. the little “-🌻” and the “-🍥” are like.... little indicators for which personality slash alter ego is showing currently (it kind of helps me and others know which is which. also what is the real term for those little ‘indicators’ i ned to know please) i actually have no idea where they came from to be honest. i do hide these kinds of things because again, I am very fearful that my irl friends will know everything and see too much before I get a chance to explain. i don't really like them stalking my blog. you guys wouldn't know how much things I would have to say about myself if it weren't for their presence, for they are practically fused to my blog like leeches. anyways. I'm going to start off with ‘Kamaboko’. so they represent the extroverted/more emotional side of myself. this side is only shown around my friends and people I am close with, so technically they are like the mask to the true personality, aka ‘Sunny’. Kamaboko is also the one who is displayed more online, because basically everyone I talk to on there are my friends. i feel very close to some of them, so most of the time i genuinely feel happy. so Sunny on the other hand, represents the more introverted, quiet side of myself. very shallow emotions. like this side only occurs to me when I'm not around anyone familiar and I'm just there. or, this side is hidden beneath Kamaboko’s side, sometimes becoming too much to where it’s just ‘Sunny.’ for example, like that fight me and my mother had on Thursday (?). tmi but after she punched my arm in the car, its like all the strong emotions faded into shallow ones, and I refused to speak to her. all I did was just nod, and let her yell at me. (plus all she was ranting about was just how much of a disappointment slash failure I am. yes, mother. i get it. i really do. this is regular so atp I just feel nothing.) this also was a similar thing that happened at the ‘catbox fight’ yeah I think you remember that. 

There are also other situations that Sunny and Kamaboko take part in, without me knowing. sometimes when I'm talking to my friend, they tell me that I'm acting ‘too much’, and then for the rest of the day, they are annoyed/angry at me, thus having half of myself feeling like shit and then the other half is just “meh.” or in other cases, like talking with my other friend, it feels quite the opposite, like they’re the one whos being too much, and then they think im mad at them after i address that fact. its also the tone/expressions i use when im speaking too. sometimes my parents get angry because they think im getting attitude by just simply having a slight frown on my face or just talking with a tone that lacks emotion, which i barely notice. other times, they also get angry because im being too hyper or i just ‘talk too loud or too much’ randomly. this also kind of messes up things between me and my boyfriend, which i dont wanna talk about. i havent talked to him in a while because im so so busy. its not like were in a fight i do live him, really. but the stuff i said and did around him is all kamaboko’s fault, and i never noticed.

anyways excuse the yapfest. im not going to be super duper sure that I am a system buuut yeah. lmk if you think otherwise. i personally think it feels right. can you also drop some terms and their meanings that relate to this? okayyy bye skedadles away (also ignore random inconerencies because i wrote this and overlooked it 3 times)

OKAY so. the indicators are often called "signoffs". for example, my signoff is🥤. juliens signoff is 📻.

headmates are the members of the system. a system, also called a collective, group, etc., is all the headmates as a whole. often systems will name themselves as a group. we are the Pastry system.

sometimes headmates are called alters, parts, ((outdated)) personalities, etc. its also common for headmates to have roles or things they excel in. i, bryce, am the protector, meaning i make sure the system and especially pancake stay stable.

the core is the headmate that is most connected to the "vessel" (this is our personal name for the physical body). in this system, pancake is the core. i believe some systems can lack a core though.

the host is similar to the core. this is the headmate that takes care of most tasks and/or fronts the most. personally, id consider myself the host.

fronting is when a headmate is present and interacts with the world. basically, they're in control. its kind of like all the head mates are in the backstage and one comes to the front, hence the name. for example, i, right now, am fronting. when multiple headmates come to the front, we call it co-fronting.

and, uh...my memory is kind of weak, so I'll just drop a website you can look in if you're interested. -🥤

[spacebubblehomebase]

Um, hello! Excuse me, but I have an-

ASK FOR YOU ALL!!!

I wanna try doing a Radioapple drawing session with other people who might be interested. Just one of those open ones for funsies and will be mostly focusing on fluff as that's my thing and I wanna meet this new community I'm in. But I don't know how. Do I need an app for this? It's unfortunate if it's because I have to pay something, but after my Finals week, I really wanna reward myself by drawing happy "shippy" stuff with you guys! ☺️ If it's at all possible, can someone tell me how? It would be greatly appreciated! 🙏 And maybe I'll even see if we can do this with those sweet Radioapple shippers on Twitter too! (And yes. I REFUSE to call it "X" or whatever.) I want it so baaad drawing with others in real time and seeing cute stuff is all I want in life PLEASE TvT haha I technically have so much to draw as I'm an art student, but it's just not the same as drawing with others while technically NOT being with others. It's like a happy middle ground for introverts and extroverts alike! Anyways, I'm rambling, but if anyone could answer this, do hit me up be it my DMs, comments or Asks, I'll be grateful for the help. Technology eludes me. 🥲 Haha. -Bubbly💙

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for ghosting my brother's friend after he confessed he had feelings for me?

So for context, its been several years now so I can't exactly remember all the specific details here, but my younger brother had a good friend back when we were both in high school. IIRC his friend was a year younger than most of the kids in his grade because he moved up a grade at some point, and my brother was two grades below me and technically three ish years younger (i was on the older end for my grade). So I'm pretty sure his friend is about 3-4 years younger than me.

Anyway, I knew him back when i was in high school, we had one class together and got along well, I mostly just enjoyed his company because he liked some of the same fandoms as me and we were both big math nerds (he got along with my younger brother for the same reasons). I never thought much of it at the time, all i cared was that he's my brother's friend, and I had plenty of other friends that i feel like i acted the same way around as with him.

But soon I graduated and went to college, and very very rarely he would text me, and i always thought it was a bit weird he still texted me when many of my closer friends didnt anymore, but didnt really question it.

Anyway, i genuinely cant remember if i was halfway through my freshman year of college or if i was going into my sophomore year, but at one point i was home between semesters, and i know my little brother and his friend were both in high school still. He came over to my house to play video games with my brother, which was a normal occurrence. I mostly stayed in my room that day cuz im an introvert and wasnt interested in their speedrunning and such, but at some point the kid asked to talk to me privately outside and confessed that he had feelings for me, and that it was okay if i didnt have an answer for him right away, especially because he was kind of blindsided by the fact that i was leaving for college again literally the next day and he thought he had more time.

Now, i can pretty confidently say in hindsight that it would have been a very bad idea to agree to date the kid. A college student dating a high schooler is never a good idea, especially with the age gap we had (i think i was maybe 20-21 so he was 16-17?) and besides, i had zero feelings for him (thank goodness) so even if the age gap wasnt an issue i would have said no anyways.

But here's where i think i might be TA. I was so surprised by the confession i had no idea what to say, so i didnt say anything to him that day. And then i went back up to college, and just...never got back to him about it. He texted me a few times, and I kept thinking maybe i should respond and tell him i wasnt interested, but i didnt know if rejecting him over text would be insensitive, and i had no clue what to even say, and i had higher priorities at the time. So i kind of ghosted him. Should I have at least texted him to say that I didn't think it would work out? Was it easier on him to let him figure out on his own time that i clearly didnt reciprocate his feelings if i never responded to him? Should I have told him outright I didnt feel like it was a good idea to date someone that much younger than me, especially when he was closer to my brother than to me and i didnt want to add drama to one of my brother's only close friendships?

What are these acronyms?

[bobabisch]

A/N: And I'm gonna elaborate on some of these so bear with me 💀

Liked by everyone but me: DON'T COME FOR ME BUGGY NATION. I DON'T HATE HIM. I just don't get the hype. I think he's funny and I really liked him during Impel down but other than that, he's kinda just another character to me.

Didn't like at first: I honestly couldn't even tell you why 😭💀 She just made me mad especially during Loguetown. I like her now tho, especially Alabasta/Post-time-skip Tashigi (👍ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)👍*⁠.⁠✧

Like the design, dislike the character: I didn't really dislike Ms. Valentine and Mr. 5, but I had to choose them because I don't think there really is a person who I dislike for both their character and their design.

Like the character, dislike the design: this is kinda the opposite of the last one. At face value I HATE Doflamingo, however I would fucking stupid to not be able to appreciate his character for that reason. He does such a good job at making me hate him that I kinda respect it 💀. Anyway tho whoever told him that loafers and skin-tight capris looked good together needs to be brought to justice. Cuz damn bro take that shit off PLEASE 😭

Fav ship: I don't really have one ngl, but if I had to choose...no one can deny that Frobin are the cutest fucking thing (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠) I also don't technically ship Zosan either, but TRUST I see the vision (+ all the Zosan artists/writers out there are so damn talented that I can't help but appreciate/consume their works I'm gonna be honest lmao).

Would never befriend irl: I love Luffy to death, I swear I do, but that mf would annoy the ever-loving FUCK out of me irl. If I ever saw him in real life one of us would be dying immediately. I just think our personalities would clash so bad. In terms of morals, beliefs, outlooks on life, and opinions about dreams/passiona we'd get along great; otherwise, he is the most oblivious, impervious, blunt, obnoxious, loud, unhygienic, and extroverted person to exist, and I am the most sensitive, hypervigilant, quiet, timid, emotional, cautious, people-pleasing, and introverted person alive. He would get angry because he couldn't understand why I am so wary and anxious all the time, and I wouldn't understand why he isn't more careful or strategic and throws himself at death 24/7. That boy would be giving me panic/anxiety attacks left and right. Not to mention he would intimidate the fuck outta me, and I think that feeling is partially related to his conqueror's haki. Luffy's sheer confidence and trust in himself and his abilities, his drive and determination to chase his dreams, his fearlessness of life and death are all things I strive for and his does these things so effortlessly, that I think I would feel insecure and just-very small in comparison to him ngl

[bitletsanddrabbles]

[Fic] Post Pandemic

So during the pandemic I wound up writing a series of Modern AU, Introvert Thomas/Extrovert Chris stories inspired by a prompt from... I wanna say it was @tuesdayisfordancing , but correct me if I'm wrong. Anyway. Thomas wound up working retail, because that's my job, and my company is international, so that was my model.

Today was....A Day. Actually, the week has kinda been A Week, but today was definitely A Day, so I once again wound up sharing my troubles with Mr Barrow. And by 'sharing', I mean 'putting him through my pain'.

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Chris did not miss the pandemic. Alright, technically it was still going on in the way the common old pandemic was always going on, only with regular vaccines, but he could at least leave the house. He could see his friends. He could go out dancing. Most of all, there wasn’t a one hundred percent chance of Thomas coming home from work hacked off, with his social battery drained to zero.

“I swear, if the store burns down or Mr Carson goes missing, I have no idea what happened!”

Only a fifty percent chance. Apparently it was not a good day. Chris stuck his head out of the flat’s spare bedroom turned office and watched his boyfriend angrily strip off his coat and hang it up. The key to dating an introvert, especially an introvert named Thomas Barrow, was knowing what sort of damage control was needed. For instance, right now was not the time to offer cuddles. It wasn’t that the other man didn’t need them, mind, his battery was just low enough that physical contact would wipe it out. That had been utter bloody hell during lock down, when cabin fever had left Chris climbing the walls and desperate for any sort of touch. Now, fortunately, even though Chris spent the day working from home three days a week, he had no problem with giving the proper reply. “Beer’s in the fridge. I’ll be out shortly and you can bitch.”

As Thomas made his way into the kitchen, Chris entered the last bit of data in his spread sheet and shut the computer down. By the time he walked out to the main room, Thomas was curled in the corner of the sofa, open beer in his hand. There was another beer sitting on the coffee table. Chris grabbed it and dropped into the opposite corner of the sofa from Thomas, giving the other man lots of space. “So, what happened this time?”

Thomas took a swig of beer and, eyes closed, sighed. “Right. So. Apparently last night, after I left, Robert called and said he was going to stop past today and see how things were going.” He cracked one eye and looked toward Chris.

Chris winced. “Oh dear. Well, that’s never good.” Robert Crawley was the District Manager of Thomas’s store, and while he was a nice enough fellow, generally speaking, he didn’t seem to know how the stores actually worked. Worse, Mr Carson, the General Manager, idolised him. Chris personally thought that Mr Carson’s famous, low grade homophobia was a symptom of being utterly gay for Robert, but Thomas told him he was reading too much into it.

“No, it isn’t.” Thomas made a face. “Personally I’m just surprised that Jimmy and H didn’t both quit on us. Honestly. We not only had to move all of the back stock to one side of the store room and sweep the entire other side, because that was ‘tidy’…and made it so that we couldn’t get to half our stock…but we had to change the isle structure in produce, package the loose water for sale, finish the rewrapping from clothing, and the bakery needed to move the Victoria sponge to a more visible location, which required us to move actual tables. And that’s just the start.”

“Oof.” Chris was surprised Thomas hadn’t set the store on fire, honestly.

“Of course, after we managed all of that, with each person being given at least three things to do, all of which was top priority, and swept the entire store, guess who changed his mind about showing up?” Thomas took a long swig off of his beer.

Chris stared. “Robert? You’re joking.”

“No joke.” Thomas’s tone was dry enough to make the Sahara look like an ocean. “Apparently something came up. He might stop past tomorrow, though.”

“Hm…” Chris frowned and sipped at his beer. At least if it happened, or didn’t happen, again the following day he’d be forewarned, which meant he could be forearmed. Better booze, for one. That didn’t help right now, though. Thomas still clearly needed cuddles, but wow, not the time yet. “Tell you what. I was going to suggest we eat out tonight, but change of plans. Why don’t we order in? Any place you like, my treat.”

“Chinese?” Thomas asked, hopefully.

It wasn’t Chris’s favourite, he preferred solid British food, or pizza, but this wasn’t about him. It was about spoiling his boyfriend into relaxing enough for a bath, a movie, and a cuddle on the sofa, before a very relaxing night in bed to prepare him for the next day. “Sure. Although if we do that, I’m changing into my dressing gown once the food gets here.”

“Which one?” Thomas gave him a sceptical look.

Chris grinned. “The Christmas one.”

Thomas groaned. “No, please! I don’t want to think about Christmas! Can’t you at least do the Valentine’s one?”

“Only if you wear yours.”

“Deal.”