#cannot hear At All if i don't have both ears. especially if i'm listening to my coworkers chat over the headset at the same time

[cherryxsapphic]

Miss Delight sfw alphabet 🎀

So I heard the children were hungry for Miss Delight content well I'm here to serve 😌

I hope y'all enjoy ♡

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first, she’s very closed off and sometimes passive-aggressive because you’re unfamiliar, and she’s honestly just scared. Once you manage to coax her out of her shell (heh), she’s very touchy and wants to make sure you’re taking care of yourself to the best of your abilities. Being an anatomy teacher, she knows how much you’re supposed to be eating and sleeping, and if she finds out you’re lacking in either, you will never hear the end of it. 

She will force you into self-care and snuggle with both the most threatening grin and the kindest eyes you have ever seen. Although she herself doesn’t really need sleep, she will lie down with you just to be near you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Definitely the mom friend. She’s got snacks literally everywhere you can think of and will not hesitate to pull one out if you need/want one. In her shirt pocket, she carries granola bars and maybe a bandaid or two in case you’re accident-prone (like me oop-)

Gives the best advice too. Having relationship trouble? She's right there with solutions or just an ear to listen.

Don't know what to make for dinner? She's got cookbooks you can look through.

Want someone to come with you to the grocery store? Sure, just give her a second to grab the suitcase she calls a purse.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I like to think that despite Miss Delight’s body being mostly plastic, she still runs pretty cold, so every chance she gets, she wants to sap your warmth like a cumbersome house cat.

At night, once you lay down to go to sleep, she is all over you. You alternate between spooning and laying on each other's chests, trying to be as close to each other as possible. During the hotter months, she makes do with just holding your hand.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Homegirl absolutely cannot cook, please for the love of god, DO NOT let her in the kitchen EVER.

But besides that, Miss Delight is very good at cleaning! While you handle the cooking and do your best to help her in any way you can, especially after she deals with so many kids daily, girly deserves a rest.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Simply impossible. You would have to die before thinking about breaking up with her.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?) 

Marriage isn't really something Miss Delight would think about at first. She's happy just to be together with you because she loves you. She would still be perfectly content being your domestic partner if it never came up.

If you call her your wife, even lightheartedly, she would probably laugh along with you, but that might get the gears turning, and you would sit down to talk about it a while later.

When you propose, she wouldn’t  want a huge flashy event like at a restaurant. A romantic date night at home with her favorite meal by candlelight  would be her dream proposal.

She wouldn’t want a huge flashy ring because honestly, it's a bit much. Instead, she'd most likely go for a smaller solitaire diamond or just a simple gold wedding band.

 G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) 

Physically, she may not fully grasp just how strong she is until she hurts you by complete accident. Once she realizes, she’s incredibly apologetic and is willing to do anything to make it up to you.

Emotionally, she’s extremely fragile because of everything she’s been put through in the last ten years or so. Some days are easier than others, but other days she will be so riddled with anxiety and stress that all you can do is sit with her and let her know she's okay.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) 

Once she warms up to you, she’ll velcro herself to your hip. She’s spent 10 years by herself, so she is extremely touch-starved and will take advantage of all your time together. 

Because she’s mostly plastic (with the exception of her torso, which is strangely body temperature), she’s a strange combination of temperatures and textures, so it was weird to get used to at first.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It would be one random night, probably after dinner. The two of you are cuddled up on the couch, not really paying attention to what's on TV.

She keeps glancing up at you and looking away, almost like she's worried about something. So, you nudge her and ask what's up.

Miss Delight is silent for a second before whispering, “I uh, I think I love you,” and immediately looks down at her nails as if trying to pretend she didn't just say that.

You’re still looking at her, and you wrap your arm around her a little tighter. You lean down and place a gentle kiss on the top of her head before whispering a soft

“I love you too.” 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Being the youngest out of all her sisters, competition over everything was seen as normal. She could handle jealousy like a pro until you came into the picture.

Now if another woman so much as breathes near you, she's pissed. If she could, she would keep you at home all to herself, but instead she will shoot that woman the nastiest glare she can muster and just will her into going away.

You'll talk about it after you get home, and she will think she did absolutely nothing wrong and was just protecting what's hers. Of course, you can't really be mad at her, so with a few kisses, she is forgiven for her mile-wide possessive streak.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) 

Imagine kissing the edge of your sink, but it presses back. She has no lips, but she’ll use her chompers to the best of her ability to give you all the kisses you deserve. Her favorite place to kiss you would be your neck cause she has a biting kink real <333

She would also enjoy neck and forehead kisses from you, especially if you're sitting in her lap so she can wrap her arms around you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) 

Homegirl is a teacher, she’s gonna be the best around kiddos of any age. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) 

Usually, you would wake up alone simply because she’s an early riser and can’t stand to be idle for too long. She’ll gently shake you awake and hand over a piping hot cup of coffee, just how you like it (she hates energy drinks and scolds you if you start your day with one)

If, by some miracle, you manage to crawl out of bed before her, she loves when you rouse her with gentle butterfly kisses all over her face (bonus points if you’ve got a plate of eggs and bacon with you)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

At first, she wouldn’t really know what to do with you. Miss Delight has spent a long time just watching and patrolling, so she would continue the habit regardless of your presence there. After you two get to know each other, she starts lingering closer to your room, almost like she’s guarding you. Gradually, she’d start laying down with you and not quite sleeping, but she enjoys resting with you. It gives her a sense of normalcy.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

As a teacher, she knows how to share personal stuff without making it personal, if that makes sense. It would take some time to get her to open up truly, and even then, some topics are absolutely off the table.

Should you accidentally mention one of the topics she won't talk about, like how the cracks in her face got there, or her sisters, or where she happened to be in August of 1995, she'll completely shut down and won't speak for a good few hours.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You would think that because she's a school teacher, she has the patience of a saint. You'd be correct, but that only applies to little kiddos.

If you're an adult acting dumb or wasting her time on purpose, she won't hold back, and you'll probably get something between a pointed glare and an all-out verbal lashing.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or forget everything?)

Her brain is like a sponge; if she deems the topic important enough, she will absorb every bit of information she can. 

You just so happen to mention your favorite song? She'll memorize the lyrics on the same day.

Mention a dish you happen to like? Well, she can't cook for shit, but she will memorize a recipe to help you make it.

Miss Delight will learn your routine down to the average time you wake up in the morning so that she can make fresh coffee for the two of you to enjoy.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

As cliché as it is, her favorite moment would be your first kiss. She had gone to extreme lengths to make sure everything was perfect for the two of you.

She had ordered your favorite takeout and set it up nicely on the dining room table, went out and bought a nice bottle of wine for you to share, and she even put on a touch of makeup for confidence.

You had come home and had probably the worst day ever. Your coworkers were just piling more and more shit on top of you, and your boss expected everything to get done. By the time you left, you were ready to just collapse into bed, dinner be damned.

When you walked in the door, you were greeted by Miss Delight standing next to the table, which was covered in your favorite food. She grinned and asked how your day was while stepping closer to take your coat off. God, you loved it when she did stuff like this.

With your coat now off and in her hands, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders and pulled her into you for the warmest hug you've had in years. You lean up and gently place your hand on her cheek before whispering about how good she looks, how much you missed her, and how nice she was for surprising you like this.

“W-well, I wanted it to be perfect.”

“Wanted what to be perfect, love?”

“This..” 

She whispered and leaned in to give you probably the sweetest kiss you've ever had.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Miss Delight and Barb would literally kill someone if they upset or, god forbid, harmed you in some way. She's definitely up there on the protectiveness scale.

Miss Delight is a very anxious creature, so she would definitely like to avoid dangerous situations now that she's in a good place with you. If something bad were to happen, she could step up but would definitely prefer if you either stood in front of her to shield her or wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Miss Delight absolutely loves to go all out for everything. As mentioned with your first kiss, she set up the perfect date night because she wanted to do something nice for the two of you.

Anniversaries would be something very special to her, considering the fact that you might as well be her soulmate at this point. Both of you will go all out for this celebration, calling out of work and spending the entire day with each other.

This also goes for holidays as well, especially like Christmas or Valentine's Day, because imagine sitting with her and making cute little Valentine's Day decorations to hang around the house or decorating the Christmas tree like girly goes all out.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She bites, but not even in a sexual way most times. She just thinks that’s a normal way to show affection, and it has left you bruised numerous times (not that some of you would mind)

Miss Delight also leaves coffee cups and dishes EVERYWHERE. If she takes one with her to the bathroom or her home office, she will absolutely leave it there. If she takes a travel mug to her classroom, you are never seeing it again.

Your good plates? You’d better keep those in the dining room. Otherwise, you might sit on one that she LEFT ON THE FUCKING COUCH BEFORE BED, GOD DAMMIT!!

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Miss Delight puts on a façade of not really caring what she looks like, but every so often, you’ll catch glimpses of her looking in a mirror. She’ll be staring at her cracked face, wondering if there’s anything that can be done or if she’ll be stuck looking broken forever. 

When you catch her in one of these moods, you always take your time to comfort and reassure her that she's beautiful (which she is) and that you will always love her no matter what she looks like.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely she would. You are quite possibly the best thing that has happened to her, and now that she's got you, she finally has someone to rely on and help care for her.

If you left, she would be torn apart mentally. The heartbreak might be enough for her to completely snap.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Miss Delight likes to jumpscare you sometimes. By standing still in a dark hallway or grabbing you from behind whenever you're not looking, she thinks it's funny, and your screams are really cute too!

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

As previously mentioned, she does not like energy drinks and will scold you if she catches you drinking one.

She hates cigarettes too, especially the smell and how bad they are for you.

Also, if you have a habit of cracking your neck, back, or knuckles, she won't say anything, but she hates the sound. When you do it, she'll stop what she's doing just to turn and glare at you.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

She doesn’t need to sleep. She didn’t for a long time until she met you. When you first laid down to go to sleep, she watched over you to make sure nothing messed with you. As time went on, she got more and more curious until she worked up the courage to ask if she could lie down with you; you just looked so warm and cozy…

She rested peacefully for the first time in over ten years that night. 

Special thanks to my beloved @s1nful-sa1nt this probably would not have ever gotten out without them, so I love you very much <33

#I hope y'all enjoyed!! ahhh ♡ #miss delight #miss delight x reader #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #writers on tumblr #sfw alphabet #my writing

[moonrisecoeur]

Hi moon! Hope you're doing well!

Just wanted to send in a little question in hopes of getting some brain-dumping from you. But, if you want, can you talk more about Leon being needy and touch-deprived? Could be in any context (fluff or smutty) or any version of Leon (because let's face it, he's a pathetic baby across the board) but just wanted to hear your thoughts about that! <3

nicyyyy omg hi :3 i love seeing u on my dash and especially in my inbox heh !! hope you're well and work is good !! i'm doing awesome actually i got a 92 on my midterm that i could have sworn i should have failed. haha anyway!!

mostly fluff but theres a little bit of smutty thoughts too <3

hmm fluffy touchy leon is always such a favorite topic of mine ahhh i love re4r leon being touchy because like c'mon you're like his romantic second partner ever and, not even in like a romantic context, he doesn't get touched a lot!! i mean who is out here giving him hugs and giving him comfort when he's a literal killing machine? he doesn't really even feel worthy of comfort and touch, so he doesn't like asking for it. you gotta disguise it as you wanting comfort or else he'll try to push you away.

"no, sweetheart, i don't need you to baby me. really, it's fine, i don't even like it that much to begin with, it's fine," he says, but then if you say that you want a hug and you want comfort then of course he'll oblige!! and he won't notice it but the way you're rubbing his back in soothing circles as you hold him is definitely a sign that you're doing this for him!!

but also even in circumstances where he doesn't 'need' comfort, he still likes touch. you putting your hand on his arm or resting your cheek on his shoulder is enough to satisfy him in little moments like this.

i can also see every single version of leon being big fan of running his fingers through his partner's hair (or like just patting n petting their head if u got curly hair haha). like!! it's so close and soft and intimate, and he likes making you feel comfy. even if it's a brief hand on the back of your neck, scratching the base of your scalp gently as he leans in to kiss you, he can't get over it.

i also see all leons but especially re2r and re4r being especially fond of his partner cupping his cheek and holding his jaw as you look for little wounds or scratches. you know what i mean? do we see the vision? you're all worried for him, looking at him with such care and gentleness and he's looking right back at you with heart eyes good BYE !!

omggg he loves brushing a piece of hair behind your ear absentmindedly as you're talking. gawd especially like id or re6 good lord, like you're rambling about something and he just sits there listening to you, smiling because he thinks you're the most beautiful thing on this planet, and he reaches out to tuck of a piece of hair away and brushing his thumb against your cheek in the process. god my brain would stop i'd lose any thoughts in my head i would be contractually obligated to suck this man's dick im SORRY OMG

omg you know those guys who say their love language is physical touch but you know its just because they want sex like leon ACTUALLY feels love with touch both giving and receiving. like when he comes home from a mission and just collapses into your arms, poor thing!! you rub his back and press kisses to his temple and he just breaks down crying cux he misses you !! he hates being away from you but for your safety and for his too (because he knows the government would hold your life over his head too) he has to keep going on these missions even though they're literally killing him.

i think he learns to be better about accepting touch and affection overall with age. especially like di leon like he's always giving you hugs and kisses but like he just cannot get enough of you!! he gets less touch deprived and needy the longer he spends in a healthy, committed relationship. he still wants to touch you but he doesn't need it so intensely like he was younger.

also like we sometimes think of di leon like the conclusion, the ending, where he's completely or mostly healed of all his trauma. just because he's not as emo doesn't mean he's full gotten past everything. he's still trapped to some extent. sure, he's not the worn down, pathetic alcoholic old man that he was in re6 or vd and he's got friends he can rely on and he's doing better, but i still think he struggles with feeling worthy of the attention and care of others. he's probably not the best communicator of that either!! so just like with re4r leon, you might have to disguise it as for you as opposed to for him. he recognizes this but doesn't say anything or stop you.

as for smuttyyy hmm i like the idea of leon being touchy and affectionate during sex. like if he's single and it's just a one night stand he met at the bar, then no. absolutely not. he probably won't kiss them on the lips, mostly because he's deprived of that affectionate stuff and will definitely get attached. (edit: actually the more i think about it... maybe he would be overly touchy with some stranger because he's desperate and needs it soooo bad.. what if that scares them away and he gets all sad.. dawg now i'm sad) but if it's his long term partner then he absolutely wants to hold your hand, let you touch him however you like.

on days where he's more needy and touch deprived, i can see him leaning a bit more dominant, just taking what he wants. of course ur not gonna fight him because it's the one time he'll actually seek physical comfort without it having to be a battle between you and his own insecurities. he holds you tightly and possessively, claiming you as his, and gawd i mean what else do you do besides go along with it?

cuz like i don't see him as a total sub (sub leaning switch men x dom leaning switch women representation) but i do also see his neediness manifesting in him poorly communicating his needs. i mean, let's be real. he's not the coolest guy. he's shy and awkward and canonically not good with women (and i'm sure men too). but if you coax him into voicing what he wants from you... he gives in and lets you take care of him.

couple extra random notes:

re2r leon after the events of raccoon city finds it hard to be touchy feely and everything. tries to keep his distance cuz he's so in his head and upset about what happened.

re4r leon struggles a lot emotionally and mentally and thus is very in the most in need of comfort yet the least likely to get it as he can't communicate it very well :( plus he doesn't have a lot of agency/free will in his life so as much as i wanna say "you just gotta give him love!! he deserves it!!" it also feels like he would push away anyone who is too affectionate and loving with him. as bad as it sounds it feels like just another burden being forced onto him.

id leon i would say gives me the least touch starved needy vibes. i also feel like they made him a little too cool in id, he's not loser-y enough to be leon kennedy you know ?? but he's keeping himself busy in order to not have to think about his traumas and problems, and trying to ignore his obvious need for attention and companionship.

re6 leon is struggglinggggg he is barely able to keep himself together and just some gentle touches and love breaks him down to an emotionally needy mess. this is the man that would accidentally be overly loving and affectionate with a stranger he met at the bar.

#nic <3 #i am also a proponent of not calling id leon old bc that man is 29. like thats old-ER but not old!! literally two years after re4 #yet people see him as this grandpa smh #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #leon kennedy resident evil

[kpop---scenarios]

Hidden Lies (1)

Pairing: Unknown x Reader

Warning: Violence, Crime, Almost Assault

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: This is a remake of Poisonous Lies. Some parts may be familiar, and that would be why. I hope you enjoy!! Let me know who you think she'll connect more with!

This morning you woke up, listening to the sounds of birds chirping, the sun shining through your window, and feeling like it was going to be a great day. 

“YN.” Your mom yells. It was too early and you were trying to wake up peacefully. “Y/N!” She calls out again, but this time it's more of a screech. 

You groan loudly, folding your pillow over your ears, wanting to enjoy a little bit of time without her yelling at you. The sound of her shrieking voice was coming closer every second, until it was practically right in your ear. 

Your eyes are still closed as you feel your blanket being ripped off your body, your mom cursing at you. 

“Wake the fuck up!” She yells. “Don't you hear me yelling for you? I have shit to do, I cannot keep waking you up in the mornings! damn, you're going to make us both late” 

You were 22 years old and you still live with your mother. This life you had was sad, although it was your fault. This technically was your choice. You had decided to drop out of school and go home to help your mom out after your dad was sentenced to 10 years in prison for a lengthy list of crimes, although well it wasn't his fault, it also was at the same time. 

Your father had lost his job, and instead of telling your mother and them trying to figure it out, he went and got a loan from some people involved in crime that he most definitely should have not gone to. He didn't think about the fact that he would have had to pay that money back, plus interest. And when the time came for them to collect he didn't have it. So he was recruited for odd jobs until he had paid everything back, he didn't get very far though. His last job ended up being a sting operation and he was charged with trafficking drugs, intent to sell, attempted kidnapping, attempted human trafficking and a few other things. He wouldn't tell them why he did it, he didn't want things to get any worse, even though you weren't sure if they could or not. It wasn't his finest moment, he was trying to help his family even if it was the worst way possible. He was a good man and a good dad. Your father was a man who would do anything for his family, especially to protect them, and that’s exactly why he did what he did and now he was suffering the consequences of his own actions. 

“I swear to god, YN.” Your mom yells as she grabs your arm, trying to pull you out of bed. “If you don't get your ass up in the next 30 seconds, I'm going to lose my mind! Your train leaves in 45 minutes and if you dont get ready and leave in 10 minutes then you're not going to be able to see your dad.” She sighs. “It’s his birthday, remember.”

Shit. You quickly bolt up in bed, scrambling to get out of your bed. You were rushing around your room grabbing whatever looked the cleanest on your floor before heading to your bathroom, slamming the door in the process. 

Your mom sighs loudly before she leaves your room so you can rush around and get ready. You knew it was hard for her, not having your dad around, and you were sometimes difficult but you were trying. You felt guilty, especially since she wasn't able to go on the visit today, her shitty boss wouldn't let her have the time off. It had only been a year since he’d been locked up and you, mom and your brother had faced some very hard times. The three of you have been barely surviving paying the bills, mortgage, car, gas, groceries as well as trying to pay back your dad's loan in cash, rather than jobs similar to what your dad did.

Your mom was working 2 jobs, you and your brother both working full time, and all your money went towards everything needing to be paid, rarely leaving you much of anything left over but the three of you made it work, you always figured it out. You would do whatever you needed to do. 

You're running down the stairs, trying to put your hair into a semi decent bun and forfeiting any makeup. 

“You ready?” Your mom asks, car keys in her hand. 

“Yeah, just let me grab my bag.” you breathe. You run into the kitchen, snatching your purse from the counter before you head back to the front door that's left wide open. You roll your eyes heading out the door, closing it behind you before sliding into the passenger seat of the car the three of you shared. 

Your mom doesn't say a word to you on the ride to the train station. You hold your train ticket in your hand as she pulls in front of the station. “Please tell him happy birthday from me and that I love him.” she whispers as you're getting out of the car. 

You give her a half smile. “I will mom.” You say, getting out of the car and closing the door. It doesn't take you long to navigate your way through the station, you’ve been making this trip a few times a month. You tried to see him as much as you could but between work, work and work, you never had a ton of time. You picked a seat on the train, setting your bag down in the seat beside you. You just made it on time, seconds later you were on your way and you couldn't wait to see your dad. 

You stood in line, waiting to have your bag checked and to go through the x-ray machine. When that was all clear you headed to the front desk, showing your ID and filling out paperwork before you could even go into the room and wait for him. You sit down, your stomach is twisting with nerves. You weren't sure why, this was like any other visit you had been on. 

“LN, YN.” You hear. “You can head in now.” the guard finishes, pointing towards a visitation room. The door buzzes open and you see your dad immediately, sitting in the back, in the middle of the room. His fingers were locked together with his head down. It felt like it had been forever since you had last seen him. “Dad.” you sniffle and his head shoots up, a smile spreads across his face so quickly as he stands up from his chair. You walk towards him, his arms are wide open, waiting to embrace you. You crash into his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he does you, holding you tightly. You missed his hugs, and the safeness you felt from him. You couldn't remember the last time you had felt safe.

You both let go, tears brimming in your eyes as you both sit down across from each other. 

“Happy birthday dad.” you smile. He reaches out to grab your hand, whispering a small thank you while his head hangs low. “Mom also wishes you a happy birthday, and she says that she loves you.” You tell him, but you knew he already knew that. 

“I know,” he smiles. “I'm assuming that she had to work today?” he asks. 

You nod your head. 

“She tried to get the time off but you know Dave, he’s a dick and wouldn't even let her have the morning off.” you tell him.

But again, you knew he already knew that. Dave and your dad had been friends for years, but after your dad was sentenced the man acted as if he never knew him and was never friends with him. Your eyes wander around the room, as if anything would be different since the last time you were here. Your dad begins telling you a story, something funny that had happened the other day. You were listening, but you couldn't help but let your eyes wander.

You looked out into the common room, as you were scanning the room, your eyes landed on someone. A man, a very handsome dark haired, angry looking man staring directly at you. You tried to look away from him, but it's like you were locked in with him. He was so captivating you honestly didn't even want to look away, but you do, not before he smiles at you slightly, giving you a small wink. 

You’re brought out of your trance by your dad clearing his throat before continuing on with his story. You catch the end of it, laughing along with him even though you didn't really hear the rest of it. “Tell me about everything. What’s going on with you? How is your brother?” he asks. Before you can answer the lights of the prison flicker, the alarm blares as the red siren lights up the room on beat with the alarms. 

“What’s happening?” you yell over the loud sounds. You were feeling a little panicked but before your dad could say anything you both hear yelling. You looked at the commotion in the common room, which was only separated from the visiting room by one large metal door. You glanced around, seeing the other visitors watching what was happening but no one was reacting to anything. 

“I'm sure the guards will get it sorted, fights break out all the time. No need to worry.” Your dad tells you, trying to reassure you. 

You couldn't help but worry. You watched as more and more fights were beginning to break out between prisoners, prisoners and guards. You watched in horror, as the prisoners seemingly took the guards down more easily then they should have been able too. Your eyes were darting to every window that you could see and watched guard after guard collapse, inmates grabbing the guns or batons, a cluster of inmates slamming guards into the windows, shaking what is supposed to be bullet proof glass. 

Seconds later a fight in the visiting room breaks out after an inmate bashes a guard's head against the table. You're panicking now, other visitors are screaming, leaving their tables trying to escape, some pounding on the door, begging the guards to let them out.

The inmates from the common room begin trying to shoot the windows, or trying to pry open the doors into the visiting room. 

The doors were buzzed open letting the guards from the front now rush in from one side to try and calm the situation but instead they let the inmates rush through the other doors into the room where you and your dad were. He had taken you to the corner of the room, standing in front of you to protect you. You peek out from behind him, the two of you watching in horror as blood and tears are spilled, the cries and pleas from visitors are yelled out as the inmates attack anyone in their way, including those who were just trying to visit their loved ones. 

Your heart is pounding so loud, you can hear it in your ears. You feel weak, light headed. Your adrenaline hasn't kicked in yet. Your stomach is churning at all of the blood. Your father grabs your hand pulling you with him through another open door, and hopefully to safety. As soon as the two of you make it into another room, you're confronted by three large men. 

“Look.” Your dad begins. “We don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to keep my daughter safe.”

The man in front smiles, but even his smile is terrifying. 

“What a good dad you are. But don't worry.” He says. “We'll take her from here. I'll personally keep her safe.” He finishes, licking his lips. 

“No thank you.” your dad says. “We're just going to go.” You grip onto your dads orange jumpsuit. 

“Dad.” You whisper. He can hear the fear in your voice. 

He runs forward, punching the man, pushing him into the two men behind him. “Run YN! Run!” He screams as the men grab him, taking him elsewhere. You try to run for the door but you're grabbed, pulled back and pushed against the wall. The man who had been talking to your father stood inches from your face. You could see the evil in his eyes as he eyed you up. You can feel his breath on your neck as he moves closer towards you.

You look both ways, trying to find your way to escape. There's only one other door besides the one you came through and you're pretty sure it's locked. Fear jolts through your body as you try and think of anything you could possibly say or do to get yourself out of this situation but you know that there is nothing you can do, except try and fight. 

“Get away from me!” you yell, putting your hands on his chest and pushing as hard as you can. 

"Don't fucking do that.” He snaps, shoving you against the wall. He raises his hand as he gets closer to you, his finger tracing your face. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears rolling down your cheeks and you let out a scream, as loud as you could. You switched between yelling "help me." And screaming, hoping someone would come for you. 

The man slaps his hand over your mouth, angrily. "Why would you do that, don't you like me?" He asks. "It's been a long fucking time since we've been this close to a woman." He chuckles. You can feel his body pressing against you. You try to focus on anything else, but all you can hear is the sound of him breathing and the screams and cries of the ones caught in the riot. 

Just as you were about to give up, you feel a release. You can no longer feel his body pressing against you, you can hear yelling much closer. You open your eyes and see a dark haired man, and a familiar other dark haired man pulling the men away from you. Within seconds the man who wanted to attack you was down on the floor, and the two men who saved you grabbed your hands, pulling you out of the room and away from the chaos. 

Where was your dad? Was he okay? 

The three of you ran down a hallway, the alarms are still blaring, you can just barely hear police sirens from outside. 

The two men had no idea where to go, everywhere you looked there was violence, inmates with weapons and minimal guards that were alive. 

"Hey!" You hear from down the hall. You all turn around and see the man that had you pinned against the wall. Anger suddenly fuels you, wondering where your dad was. 

“What did you do to my dad!?” You scream. The man stops walking, a grin spreads across his face. “Don't worry, he's just fine. Now you two.” He says, pointing to the two men who were still holding onto you. “You don't get to take what's not yours.” He frowns. “I want her back.” He yells down the hall. The two men who had taken your father appear behind him. 

“Fuck.” One says. they turn around, pulling you in a different direction. You were turning corner after corner until one of them found an unlocked door. He opens it, quickly pulling you inside before slamming it shut. Your body is shaking, you can't help but sob. You never in a million years expected today to turn out how it has. 

Both the men quickly jump into action, grabbing whatever heavy pieces of furniture they can find to shove against the door. You watch them, still feeling just pure shock. 

"I'm sorry." You whisper. You weren't even entirely sure what you were sorry about but it felt appropriate in the moment. 

They both stop covering the door, staring at you. “Sorry for what?” One asks. 

“I.. I'm not sure. But you're in this mess now because of me.” You sigh. 

“We're in this because we didn't want to see an innocent woman get taken advantage of by some fucked up men. You didn't start it.” He says. 

“What's your name?” The other asks. 

"Y/N." You sniffle. 

“I’m Wooyoung, and this is San.” 

“Nice to meet you both. And thank you. I truly don't know what would have happened if you guys didn't save me.” 

“It's nothing.” San says, giving you a half smile. He could not stop staring at you, just like when you were in the visiting room with your dad and he had caught your eye. 

Before you could say anything back, the knob to the door started to shake. There's pounding at the door, and that's when you hear it. 

“Y/N.” your dad calls. “Y/N please let me in. They're coming.” He cries. “Please.” 

You run to the door, trying your best to move everything they had put against the door. 

“Y/N stop.” Wooyoung yells, trying to pull you away. 

“Please!” You cry. “Please help me. That's my dad, we need to let him in.” 

San and Wooyoung loom at each other. They both know this is a bad idea but knew that there would be no chance of you letting up. 

“Whatever happens?” San says. Wooyoung nods his head. 

“Whatever happens.” 

The two men help you pull the large filing cabinet, desk and other heavy things away from the door. You unlock the deadbolt, ripping the door open, the smile on your face falling immediately. 

“I'm sorry Y/N. I'm so sorry.” He cries. He's pushed inside the room by the three men from before. He trips, falling to the floor with a thud. You wanted to go to him but the man has a gun now and it's pointed directly at you. 

“You two aren't very good at hiding.” He chuckles. 

“Eric, you don't have to do this.” Wooyoung says, his hands up as he inches towards you. 

“Fuck you, Woo. You'd be the fucking same if you were locked in the hole for months at a time.” Eric snaps. “And now I have a chance for something real and you two are trying to ruin it for me.” 

“I'm telling you not to fucking do this.” San snaps. He can see Eric eyeing you up, your dad laying on the floor, one of Eric's men's feet pinning him down. 

“You think I'm gonna listen to you?” Eric laughs. “Just enjoy the show.” He says, grabbing onto Your wrists. Wooyoung and San try to lurch forward but they're stopped by the other two, flashing their knives. Eric pushes you against the wall, pulling you back towards him. He pulls you to the ground, climbing on top of you, straddling you. The gun is still shoved in your face. You say nothing, tears just stream down your face. Your eyes dart in-between San and Wooyoung as you silently plead for one of them to do something. To help you. 

Eric rips open your shirt, exposing your bra. You look away, seeing Wooyoung and San nod towards each other. They both lunge for the men, knocking them down. Your dad scrambles to his feet taking over for San, as he runs for Eric, who was too in his own world with you to hear anything else. San tackles him, causing Eric to let go of the gun, it slides across the floor. Eric scrambles beneath San as he delivers hit after hit. 

“Everybody get on the fucking ground.” You hear. Smoke bombs thrown into the room. Guards in full tactical gear flood inside, guns at the ready. San gets off of Eric, all of them men laying on the floor. “Hands on your head.” They yell. 

You do as you're told. “We have a hostage located.” They go to you first, helping you up. You're coughing loudly as they guide you out of the room, into another one to be treated. They'd finally gotten everything settled down and started getting inmates back into their cells, or medical treatment. 

“You took a fucking hostage, the warden is deciding your punishment.” A guard snaps at Wooyoung and San as they escort them past the room you're in. You push the nurse away, running out of the room. 

“Wait!” You yell. “They didn't take me hostage. They saved me from him.” You say, pointing to Eric. “He tried to.. he tried to...” You cry. “They protected me from him and I'll forever be grateful.” you finish. You walk over to the two handcuffed men, wrapping your arms around both of them, until they're both escorted off. Both of them looking over their shoulders, giving you a smile and a wink. 

Once you were checked out by the nurse and cleared to go, you were led out to the front where your mom was waiting for you. You sobbed into her shoulder as she hugged you tightly, apologizing to you profusely. She grabbed your hand, pulling you out to the car. you look back at the prison as she drives away, silently thanking Wooyoung and San for saving you. You'd have to find some way to properly thank them sometime. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Your mom asks. 

“Dad and I were talking when fights broke out. Inmates were attacking guards and other inmates.” You sigh. “They opened the doors to the visitation room to let guards in but inmates rushed in.. one gut I guess had his sights set on me.” 

“Dad protected you right?” Your mom asks. 

“He tried. But there were 3 of them and one of him.. they took him away. And I was alone.” You look over at your mom, she has tears in her eyes as she listens to you. “But then two men rushed in and grabbed me, helped me escape. Took me to a room and barricaded the door.” 

“They didn't hurt you did they?” She whispers. 

“No mom, they didn't. Dad started banging on the door.. they helped me move everything and open the door but the bad guy was there with him, they pushed him in.. the guy tried to.. r..” you pause. Your mom looks horrified. “He didn't. Wooyoung and San tackled him and then the guards came in.” 

“That was extremely lucky that they were there for you.” She sighs. “I'm so sorry baby.” 

“It's not your fault mom. You didn't know that was going to happen.” You say. “No one could have predicted that would happen.” 

The rest of the way you drive home in silence. You really want to just go to bed. Luckily you didn't have to work today so you could do just that. As you walked in the house, your brother Jaehyun rushed to you, hugging you tightly. “I'm so glad you're okay.” He says, squeezes you even harder. 

“I won't be if you squeeze me anymore, you're gonna suffocate me.” You half chuckle, half panic. He lets you go, patting your back before heading back to the living room. 

“Do you want some lunch?” Your mom asks. You raise an eyebrow. You had assumed she would have had to go back to work. 

“Don't you have to go back to work?” You ask. She looks at the ground. 

“Uh, well.. Dave said if I left to go to you, I wouldn't have a job. It's not worth it if he won't let me go to my child who was in the middle of a prison riot. Don't worry, I'll find something else.” She smiles. 

Fuck Dave. You went up to your room, crawled in your bed and quickly fell asleep. The day was exhausting and you were still shook a week later. It was the week after the riot, and you had been answering everyone's questions about what happened, what it was like the guys who saved you. It was the talk of the town still but you were tired of talking about it. You were ready to forget about it now, which is why you agreed so fast when your friend Hwasa asked you to go out that night. There was a newish club that was apparently very exclusive and the two of you wanted in. You got ready in a hurry, doing your makeup and your hair the best you could. You slipped on your favorite club dress as well as shoes and headed for the front door. 

“I'm going out, bye!” You yell, slamming the door behind you. You run down the driveway heading to Hwasa's car. 

The drive to the club is long. When you finally see it, you're mesmerized. It's bigger than you imagined, the bright sign outside reads Ateez. You were so excited. The line was extremely long, and as you walked up to the bouncer he shooed you to the back of the line. It seemed like you were never going to get in. 

After about twenty minutes, you noticed a man staring at you that was walking the line, he walked past you, before backing up to look at you again. 

“L/N Y/N?” He asks, eyeing you up and down. 

“Yes?” You respond, staring at the handsome man. 

“Come with me.” He says, motioning for you and Hwasa to follow him. You and Hwasa look at each other, she shrugs her shoulders, following the man and dragging you along behind. He stops at the bouncer, pointing to you. “L/N Y/N. Add her to the list. VIP.” He finishes, bringing you both inside. What the hell did you do to get this sort of treatment? 

The two of you walk behind the man, following him really without any questions. You pass what looks like the main bar, the dance floor and head up some stairs. The rope is removed from the hook, letting the three of you into the VIP area. 

“You can stay here if you'd like. Your drinks are all on the house, whatever you'd like. If you need anything, my name is Mingi, don't hesitate to ask.” He says. 

“Um, I do have a question.” You say, slightly raising your hand. “How? Um, why? And um what?” You say. 

Mingi chuckles. “You helped my brothers out, by not adding time to their sentences. They both could have gotten a lot more time after that riot. But they didn't, because of you. So from now on, if you are in trouble or need anything, you have 8 men who will happily help you out.” He says. “Well 6 for now, until San and Woo get out.” 

“All I did was tell the truth.” You say.

“There's a lot of women out there who would have lied, knowing who those two are.” He says. 

 “Also, You're related to them?” You ask, ignoring what he said before. You were too busy trying to stop your mouth from hanging down. 

“Well.. in a sense.” He laughs. “Enjoy your night.” He finishes before leaving the room. 

“What the hell!” Hwasa shouts, heading over to your private bar. She orders multiple drinks and shots for each of you to be brought to your table. As you two sit there, listening to the music the DJ is playing, drinking and just having a good time you see five men walk into the room. They stop, staring at you. As they walk over they introduce themselves. 

“Y/N.” One smiles. “I'm Seonghwa, this is Yeosang, Yunho, Jongho and Hongjoong.” He says pointing to each extremely handsome man. 

“Nice to meet you.” You smile back, waving at them all while hiccuping in the process. 

“Thank you for what you did for Woo and San.” Seonghwa says. 

“Like I said to Mingi, I was just telling the truth. I didn't want them to get into trouble for saving me.” You explain. 

“If you need anything, and I mean anything, don't hesitate to call.” He says, sliding you a piece of paper. Written down are 8 phone numbers for you. This was honestly fucking surreal. Who knew this could happen for simply telling the truth? 

The men walk away and Hwasa stares at you in disbelief. “I almost wish it was me that day.” She laughs. “Let's go dance!” She says, trying to pull you up. 

“Let me just tidy these glasses.” You slur, stacking all the cups and shot glasses to bring back to the bartender. He laughs as you place them on the bar, and thanks you through his chuckles. 

You let Hwasa drag you down the stairs to the dance floor, immediately sliding her hands all over your body as you dance closely. The two of you always preferred to dance together, but sometimes if you were into it you'd dance with men.  This time you were too into dancing with Hwasa, you didn't want any men to disturb you. You turned around, grinding your ass into her as you looked around the club. You glanced up at the balcony and saw six men leaning on the railing, all their eyes staring directly at you. Why did you feel like your life was going to get a lot more interesting? 

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #hongjoong #san #wooyoung #yeosang #seonghwa #mingi #yunho #jongho #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

[shiro41]

Summer of 2007

Sypnosis: When you say you love summer but sometimes, you mean Summer of 2007.

Note: WHAT EVEN IS THIS😭😭 if this gets 50+ notes im writing a part 2🙏

You look at the birds that chirped from a distance, happily engaging in an activity on a branch of a tree then, you look at him.

His soft blacks, so endearing and warm, so bright despite the dark hue. So soft, full with care and love that you cannot reflect, so genuine and alive. You love him.

"Suguru, look! That's us as birds!"

You pointed at said animals, he chuckled. Bubbles of laughter escapes him, smooth and silky voice agreeing with you as the both of you walk down the streets of Tokyo in a mundane summer with your uniforms. It's 2007, where everything is young and anything is trendy, where love is born from curious teenagers. Where you walk with Suguru after school.

"Look, that's us as cats."

He soon joined your small game of matching pairs of animals, leaning down to your height as you cooed at the walking animals from the rooftop of a home. You turn to him, telling him he'll be the black one and you'll be the orange tabby. The warmth of his hand never left you even if the hot summer breeze hit you from time to time, he didn't mind the sweat that's running down his neck nor the heat of the sleeves of the uniform and the hotness of your intertwined hands.

The sun was almost drowning, teasingly showing the burning stars and the peeking moon from the sky as it left with orange and pink splatters of colours on the canvas. A walk home towards the dormitory, still with Suguru who hums and listens to the words that spills from your mouth and an occassional reply from him that you absorb like sponge.

"Hey, Suguru?"

A hum.

"Do you think we're together in another universe?"

A silly question, you conclude. But, you can't help the gnawing itch in the corner of your mind, wanting to hear the boy's reply that you know will only melt the beating organ in your chest and the butterflies to only flutter more inside your stomach. You see the distant stars, close to one another, burning brightly as it could, as if telling the other a simple confession of feelings.

"Well,"

He stopped.

"Hmn?"

He cupped your cheeks, gentle and careful as if you were a fragile and valuable object in the palm of his hands. Puffed cheeks, you muffled a voice of complaint but was silenced with a smile on his face and a peck on your lips.

"I'm sure we're together in all universe there is."

The Summer of 2007, in which he who swore to be with you until death do you part, in which he swore to love you even if you're no longer Suguru Geto and (Name) (Last name).

The Summer of 2007 when he told you he loves you in a way no one have ever done.

"(Name)?"

"Yes?"

"If I die, please do me a favour and take care of yourself."

He placed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, leaning on the palm of his hand as he admired the beauty of your face that has been made with centuries of love and sacrifices.

"Find your happiness even when I'm no longer there, drink water, take care of your body, find yourself."

"Suguru, don't say that as if you're going to die anytime soon!"

The Summer of 2007 when he told you he'll love you, up to a point where death cannot do you part.

....

"Hey, Sensei?"

"Yes, Nobara?"

"Which is better, Summer or Winter?"

You pondered for a moment, placing the brown cup of coffee down the table as you thought of the pros and cons of the opposite seasons. The Room was quiet, Nobara and Itadori were anticipating about your answer that surprisingly took quite a time.

"I think..I think I like Summer more."

You answered, giving them a smile as Nobara lightly slapped the wooden table out of victory as Itadori slumped on his chair.

Summer is great, in your opinion. Beach and ice cream was always tapping your shoulders, the view was also enticing especially in foreign countries unlike winter, stuck in your house sometimes freezing and always a struggle to go out.

Summer, in your opinion, is better than winter.

But maybe you don't like summer, sometimes, you mean the Summer of 2007.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto x reader #suguru geto #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru #jjk geto

[mslanna]

It's Only Words

Chapter 7 of Be My Guest is up on AO3

Tav's body is off the menu for guests and patrons and all it cost is a little dignity.

Tav starts pacing half an hour before meeting Raphael. Every now and then they stop before the mirror, run their hands through their hair that somehow got all mess up again. Then they walk again. Ruining whatever semblance of hairstyle they just achieved.

They open the wardrobe and consider a change of clothes. But into what? Apart from soft shirts and loose trousers they have exactly one set of armour. Tav mulls it over. They will at least feel safe in there. On the other hand they need – need – Raphael to agree to their request.

With a sigh, Tav stops before the mirror once more. Their fingers untie the lacing of their shirt a little, pull the fabric open to show skin, a little clavicle. A frustrated groan wrenches from their lips. What good will that even do? Raphael wants only Raphael.

Tempted to smash the mirror with a fist, Tav paces again. They should have believed Haarlep when the incubus offered that wisdom; should have listened to Hope. But no. The devil does a little dancing around their quest and that is all it takes to convince them he has secondary motives. Hubris. Delusions. Stupidity.

Tav laces up the front of their shirt again. They will just have to ask. And if the worst came to pass, they would have to bargain. They take inventory of what they still have to offer: body? No. Soul? No. Heart? Definitely not. Tav shakes their head in resignation.

Raphael waits when Tav arrives. His claws dance an impatient rhythm on the armrest of his chair but he doesn't reprimand them. They round the table to their usual chair and sit, pressing both hands between their knees.

"You look a little tense," the devil says and pour Tav a glass of wine. It falls into the chalice the colour of burning cherries. "What ails you?"

The softness of his voice and lenient approach don't make Tav feel any safer. Raphael is not yielding. He wants something. This will end in disaster. Tav picks up their glass at it's stem but quickly changes to its bowl in a much less cultured approach. They are so tense, Tav fears, irrationally, to snap the slender stem between their fingers. "Can we talk?"

"Of course." Raphael raises his glass. "Is that not what we always do?"

He is right in a way. "Not business, no we don't." Tav takes a hasty gulp of wine.

"Business?" An immaculate brow rises. "I always have an open ear for my favourite house guest."

Another gulp of wine goes down Tav's throat. If the bloody devil could be less smooth for once in his life. None of his polished gestures help the situation any. Despite being used to Raphael's devil from by now - Tav feels comfortable, familiar and almost at home - when the cambion turns on the charm gun, Tav stumbles. Especially, since it never leads anywhere when he hones in his megawatt charisma on them.

Raphael seems oblivious of the effect he has or feigns it most excellently. He takes another sip of the wine that is but a shade more raspberry than his skin.

Tav shakes their head in a hope to clear it, while adding more muddling alcohol to the mix immediately.

"You look distraught," the devil repeats. "Something I can help with, I guess."

"Yes." Tav forces a smile and hopes that the price will be palatable. "It's about Haarlep. You know we made a deal so they can use my body."

"A delicious mistake, no doubt." Raphael leans back expectantly.

"I barely noticed anything when I was in Faerûn," Tav admits. "But it is different here. I cannot ignore it. It's – distracting," they hedge. " I - can you take my shape off their menu? Just as long as I'm stuck here."

"Interesting." Raphael leans forward. "I will consider it."

"What will it cost me?" Tav sighs.

"Now now. No need to be so despondent." Clawed fingers run up and down the stem of his chalice. "I have not declined the request, have I? On the contrary, I am very open to hearing you out. In detail."

He enjoys this, Tav realises. He wants to hear about their discomfort, ready to drink down every last word.

Tav looks at their hands, neatly folded on the shining table top. Things would be easier if the devil openly lusted after them or made any kind of proposition. But in the unlikely case he simmers in his own desires, he enjoys that too much to change it.

"Deal," Tav sighs.

"Deal indeed." Raphael agrees unfazed.

"As I said, it was easy to ignore in Faerûn. I don't think I even noticed every time it happened; it was so weak. But it's different here. It is – more real and it gets more intense, more deliberate. I can feel phantom-fingers on my skin, ghost-lips searching and – finding." Tav looks up and see Raphael gazing at them in almost rapt attention. His brow furrows when they stop so they push on lest he ask for even more detailed details.

"By now I can feel every cock going in, working; and some of them are – different," Tav ends lamely. It’s a great understatement of what seems to go into Haarlep at times but the mere thought of it makes their insides burn. Pain or pleasure, Tav is not certain.

"I can't think when it happens. I can't always walk. And I can't just wait until it's over. It's too much." They look at the Master of the House hoping that was detail enough to satisfy him. "Please. Make it stop."

Raphael rakes his eyes over them hungrily and steeples his fingers. For a moment Tav thinks he will demand more information, will need to see them squirm in discomfort as they re-live the memories. But the devil relents, taming the fire in his black-hole eyes down to an eclipse.

"Because I am in a magnanimous mood and you are such an easy guest to host, I promise. Your shape is not an option for visitors of the house any longer. Will that suffice?"

Tav lets out a long sigh and nods. "Thank you, Raphael. It means a lot."

"Well then," he leans back, taking up his wine again. "Back to business as usual?"

The word business grates over Tav's nerves but it is just an idiom. They nod and reach for their wine as well, distracted to find their glass empty already.

"My, my. Somebody is thirsty tonight." Raphael pours another glass, his good mood shining through a wide smile. "Maybe you should have done more than just read when you visited Haarlep earlier."

Again with the nagging. What does he get out of it? Are there not enough clients about to give his ego the continued stoking he wants? Does he not feel what Haarlep does in his shape? Tav takes their wine and looks their host in the eye.

"If there is somebody in this place I want to sleep with, I will ask them to." They let the words hang between them, sorely tempted to expand. But the idea of Raphael rejecting them outright, here and now, burns to painful to push on. Instead, Tav drops their gaze and picks up one of the books on the table. "Were we still fighting over the bloody idiot who went to the hells for immortality?"

"We are indeed." The reply comes after a small delay. "You owe me a decent argument on how his situation improves when he falls in love with the arch devil Zelomir and changes his deal to love. How is that better than immortality?"

This is safer ground. Tav takes a sip of the wine and knows that today they will not get a foot on the ground. They are to shaken by the conversation and too heady from the wine gulped down in hasty embarrassment. But that is alright. For a little while, Raphael will be theirs alone even if it is only words. The closest they came to touch was an almost brawl over inversion and meter.

# # #

The feeling doesn't return the following days. Some mornings Tav wakes with a diffuse memory of it, something that slithers into their dreams and explains the soaked and twisted blankets they wake up in. As if their body got so used to it's second-hand pleasures that it reaches for them in the middle of the night, drowning Tav in salacious dreams they cannot remember.

And Tav keeps thinking about what Raphael said, that maybe they needed to do more with their time than read and discuss books. Though the verbal battles with the devil are fun. Whatever topic comes up, they seemed to fall on opposite sides automatically.

There is something about heated words in candlelight. And maybe, just maybe if he didn't stop arguing the superiority of anapaest over iamb, they would come to blows one night. Sometimes Tav remembers the protective wing snapping out to shield them and shivers.

Tav brings up their lack of physical activities when they meet with Haarlep who lounges expectantly immediately.

"My dear, there is a most easy solution to your problem. I am always your for more – physical activities." They open their arms and preen.

"Haarps, luv, don't take it the wrong way but no thank you."

"I am hurt, my dear. Mortally wounded, especially in my pride." The incubus laughs as they say it though. "What good are my impeccable looks if I can't even get into the pants of one mortal mousling?"

"Not my type." Tav shrugs.

“Hello?" Haarlep is indignant. "Who could ever reject the perfect copy of Raphael? Apart from lowly mortals with no taste."

"Your looks are fine, Haarlep. But you're, you're," Tav hunts down words that will get their point across with minimal damage. "You look like Raphael, but younger and with all the interesting bits filed off."

The incubus looks incredulous for a moment, than they break out into laughter. Words shine through it, but never make it out in one piece.

"It works for you," Tav insists.

"Oh my sweet, you have given me a great gift. Greater maybe even that treating me like my own person. It’s a close call." They wipe tears from their eyes. "Come on, let us find something physical that gets you excited. And remember, if you ever do feel the urge to fuck, let me know. I am more down than ever."

They ghost a kiss over Tav's cheek and the trail of desire that follows it is ungodly. But Tav keeps it together. Haarlep is an incubus, they cannot help it. "I used to spar a lot, keeping in shape for my fights,” they drag their mind to safer ground.

"Oh, I am not going to touch a weapon, dear." Haarlep chuckles. "There are the hands of a lover, not a fighter. A dance maybe?"

"Song and dace?" Tav muses.

"Like the opera?" The incubus’ eyes light up with malicious mischief. "We can stage them as a whole. All the bed's a stage."

Tav considers it and it has potential. "Can you sing?"

"Can you?"

"Enough for a campfire and especially well after a bottle of wine," Tav laughs.

"That I have to hear." Haarlep settles down. "I will get wine and you choose the music. How does that sound."

"Haarps, I only ever sang tavern songs - the bawdy type."

"Beer then." The incubus is undeterred.

"People will hear." The thought alone makes the words come out as a high-pitched squeak.

"Oh, you are so delicious when you are naive. Get off the bed." Haarlep makes shooing gestures when Tav doesn't move immediately. "Time for a demonstration. Go. Go!"

Reluctantly Tav climbs off the bed. They stand at it's foot like a whole fool while Haarlep strikes a pose.

"When I am a line in, you go out and drop the curtain. Return at your own discretion." Before Tav can ask what they mean, the incubus launches in to a lively rendition of The Wizard's Staff ha A Knob on the End.

Tav flees not just because of the sheer volume the incubus commands. As soon as the curtain drops behind them, the infernal roar is cut off. Not a whisper is heard on the other side. Tav blinks and reaches for the heavy red fabric. When they lift it, the sound of Haarlep singing their heart out reaches from beyond. As soon as Tav lets go, the noise dies down into nothing.

They feel a little like an idiot. Yes, having the acts happening on the bed shielded from prying eyes was nice, but considering what may be going on here at times, soundproofing was probably not optional With a broad grin, Tav returns into the boudoir.

Haarlep stops their signing as soon as they return. "So. Ready to take centre stage?" They pat the bed next to them.

Tav scrambles to the incubus side with something nagging at the back of their mind. The eagerness Haarlep displays can't be all good. They are missing an important point again. One that will make Raphael angry. Again.

But the incubus is excited and ginning and Tav is close enough for the infectious euphoria to catch on. "Do you know the bastard version of Peredus The Great? It is – different."

"Show me." Haarlep says and retires to the head of the bed.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #bg3 fanfiction #mel writes fanfic #be my guest #chapter 7 #sleazy second-hand car dealer

[alienaiver]

Ugh It feels like your sickness traveled to me.... Can I be a whiny gremlin for a second? My nose is stuffed, my throat hurts, I am sooo tired but I cannot sleep...

Ugh I hate being sick.

Do you think Denki would give me a kiss even though I am sick?

Oh dira!!!! :( i know ur better now and im happy for that!!! but i still wanted you to have this bcos of coURSE kaminari would kiss you, not once, not twice but a hundred times!!!!!!! even if he got infected and had to lie down for a week, he'd definitely still find it worth it!!! <33333333333 ilysm!!! i present this little blurp to u my beloved <333

"It's horrible..." you whine into the phone and as if to prove your point, you sniffle loudly and for a long while. Kaminari coos in the other end. Unbeknownst to you, he's already in his jacket and boots on his way to your apartment. He hates for you to be alone and go through sickness - especially when he's the one who might've infected you last week.

He hears you put your phone away, the shuffling of your sheets. Muted, as if farther away, you yell out "don't listen right now!" before you blow your nose. He can't help but chuckle as he closes his apartment door and locks up.

His keys jingle more than he'd have liked though, and it seems you perk up because after the sound you shuffle again and the phone's right by your ear when you talk, "where're you going?"

It almost sounds possessive or controlling if taken out of context but Kaminari simply winces. He's been found out. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as he pulls his beanie farther down, "...uh. Family Mart?" he tries but grimaces. He can never lie to you. You also know he prefers Lawson because of their wider selection of fried chicken.

"I told you not to come here, babe...." you sniffle, your nose still stuffed even through the valiant effort of your tissues. Kaminari sighs, "but I want to! I'm worried about you! Are you eating enough? Getting enough fresh air without getting too cold? Are you hydrated? Getting enough rest? Are you comforted enough? I just don't know all these answers, so I hafta come!"

He's rushing through the questions because there're so many still lodged in his throat. He genuinely just wants to be there for you. He knows how much you hate being alone in these times.

You groan out, presumably from both the pain and his mischief before you protest again, "but the gala..."

"The gala can kiss my ass!"

"Denks!" you scold and he laughs, "I'm serious. Plus, you got that infection from me, didn't you? Because you came with soup at the agency. I want to be there!"

You'll probably cave in a minute or two, but you still really want to hold strong. You know how much Kaminari's been looking forward to this event; it's the first formal gala he's been invited to since becoming a pro hero. He's been talking about it non-stop for months.

"Besides," he says and smiles while he swipes his train pass through the machine to get down to the platforms, "what point would there be in going to the gala without you?"

You gasp before you're hit by a coughing fit. Kaminari smiles as he stands in line for the train, listening to you. He's already made a grocery list of things to buy before he reaches your apartment. Through your coughs you whine, "you're..." another cough, "taking me?"

Kaminari shakes his head before he answers, "who else? So let me kiss you better, alright? I'll be there in less than 20."

#this isnt much but it is also a healing kiss from me!!!!<3 #also tO BE HONEST kaminari might be a bit of mess when nursing someone back to health.... but he'd do his complete best and itd still be #incredibly endearing right!!!! #nohr.talks #kaminari denki fluff #bnha fluff #nohr.bnha #nohr.writing #lovenote: dira 🥰✨

[lake-archive]

Track 4

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Secrets & Trust

Characters: Ann Wolff (OC), Gentaro Yumeno

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How did he not notice? How was that a detail he missed!? After all this time his brain had not caught on with this fact. He did not even consider it. It had not crossed his mind yet it was staring him right in the face. That daughter… It was Ann. It had always been them. They were his kid, Karl's kid.

“They obviously don't know what is going on. Karl made sure that they did not find out. Man doesn't want them to get involved. And I'm not sure if they can handle it either. You know them better than me at this point, so I leave that judgment up to you. But having to hear this about your own father… ”

Yeah, those were true words. One could only handle so much. And this was not easy stomach. Even the young man had a hard time processing this. All this time he gad been conversing with the kid of the leader… That was a lot to take in. But it would be far from what they would experience. What did they say once? What did he overhear?

“ I don't just want to sit there and do nothing! I will get my Mom back so we can be happy again! Mom, Dad and Ole will join right in! ”

This had been their goal, reunite them as a family. They were close, both parents mean a lot to them, so much that they were both part of their motivation. And he could sympathize, very much so. After all, he was doing the exact same thing, wasn't he? Then again… Hah, he will have to see.

The door opened, him taking a step outside before turning his head to the side. He had spotted them, leaning against the brickwall of the café, staring up at the sky. All they did was wait, wasn't it? Unable to take the tension it seemed. Well, this was kind of a big deal. Who was he to blame them? “Ann–San?” He began, getting their attention that way as they shot their head right to him, then lifting themself off the wall and turning their entire body to face him.

“Finally! Can I come ba–”

“Maybe thou should leave.” He decided to just be straight to the point, no beating around the bush. Even if he knew what face that'll earn him. And he wasn’t wrong, the face they were making was exactly what he had expected of them — They looked shattered, shocked, startled. So much must have been going on in their head right now, especially since he had just thrown that at them.

“L… Leave? Why?” 

He looked at them for a moment, not sure how to explain this. He couldn’t just say it outright, he would prefer not to. After all, he had been advised not to. And honestly, not even he knew how to feel about that anymore. This was all just… Sudden, maybe a little too sudden. 

“Thou value thy family, correct?” He began finally, after a moment of silence. “I ask of thee to consider. This information might not be pleasant for thy ears.”

The stare was almost unbearable to look at. And yet, he kept his stern face altogether, knowing that he cannot give in. If they were going to be serious about it, they wouldn’t back out, would they? Maybe he was hoping for it… Maybe. 

“W… Why?” They let out, confused sounding. Their voice was trembling, at the brink of stuttering over and over. And yet, they swallowed, pretty loudly in fact before continuing loudly: “I wanna hear it! I don't intend to leave empty handed!”

There it is. There was the protest. Nothing unusual from their mouth and something he was prepared for. So he had to try harder. Even if this was turning into a losing battle. “Listen, I understand thy situation. But sometimes it is best to not dig too deep. Thou might figure out things thou have not asked for.”

“Since when? Could it kill my family or something if I find it out!? “

Maybe… “That is not what I was saying. I am asking thee to reconsider.”

“Reconsider!? Why would I reconsider!? I’m here for one thing and I’m not going to back out now!” They were serious, dead serious, their gaze so sharp that one might think that they would explode any moment. They seemed far from pleased and were not ready to let this go. Oh how they wished to leash out. And yet, they held themself back, one could tell.

“But thou might–” The last attempt, he told himself that. Yes, this was nothing but a losing battle now. He couldn’t do much else. He was at a loss, a literal loss. No matter what he will say, how he will appeal to them… It will be of no use, will it? Ah they could be impossible sometimes. And yet, their argument was compelling. all the same.

“Yumeno–Sensei, you did hint at the possibility that it involves my family, correct?” 

He nodded at that, only receiving a more serious glare. 

“If it's related to me, I have a right to know. Do not keep this from me!”

Yeah… That was also the point. One wanted to respect the wishes of a worthless man. At the very least their father had the decency wanting to keep his own child out of this. They didn’t know and it was supposed to stay that way. But on the other… Wouldn’t Ann have the right to know? This was about their family, their father… It was essentially that. And honestly, at this rate they would find out sooner or later, wouldn’t they? Yeah, probably… Most likely… They would find out… 

Maybe Gentaro was just too easily swayed but Ann did not back off. Their resolve is all too clear. “Even if it will break thee?”

“Yeah, even if it will… I’ll figure it out somehow.”

“Very well. Then I shall not stop thee. Please, come back in. Our informant is waiting.”

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#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #gentaro yumeno #yumeno gentaro #hypmic gentaro

[sim-ply-lilacs]

Dear Irene,

I once again renew my efforts to draw you all to Brindleton Bay. If you and Seamus won't come for the good earth, clean air, and wholesome community, then come for me, your dearest friend. I so miss having you near! Would that life were as simple as when we were young, and I might stop over at yours for a cup of tea and a friendly chat on a whim. Especially now, as I am not able to make my way around Brindleton and Henford to do the marketing and meet with the ladies at church as easily as I used to. I can only imagine how strenuous I will find the tasks when my time comes nearer!

You will be gratified, I'm sure, to hear Josef has been marvelous in helping me in my current weakened state. I've never met a man more excited to become a father! Ever since I returned from the midwife and told him my news, he has spent all his waking hours either working the fields where I flatter myself to think he feels acutely the loss of my help, or working to improve the house for us. What was our bedroom has been split into a stairwell and a wee room for our newcomer. Our room, meanwhile, has been relocated to our brand-new second floor. It is a bit sparse, but it is more private, and it is ours! Of course, I was horribly emotional to think that the room I came to as a bride no longer exists, but I was calmed at the thought that we are doing well enough on the farm to afford these improvements.

Lest you think we are all work and no play, I will tell you how we have been spending our evenings lately. Mother is spending more and more time with her mysterious friend, and Josef and I find ourselves alone more and more. I adore Mother, truly, but I don't think I need to tell you how nice it is to have one's home and husband to oneself.

He dotes on me, my darling man. Josef is always touching me, pulling me close when no one is looking, placing a hand at my back when I am cooking our dinner, and especially caressing my (ever-growing) stomach. It seems so odd to say, but I don't believe he's ever been so in love with me as he is right now!

He is more impatient for Baby to arrive than I am, even. He pulled his father's violin out of storage and is teaching himself to play. Baby and I are his nightly audience. He is improving, but I confess I am hoping that my little passenger does not yet have ears. Other nights, he listens to me plod my way through children's piano books. We were gifted a dear, shabby old thing by a family moving back to the old country, and Mother and Josef were kind enough to fix the old thing up for me, so I might have something other than reading, knitting, and embroidery to occupy my time when I am too tired for much other than sitting.

One evening, though, we were occupying ourselves with none of these things. We couldn't seem to settle down to anything, not even to sitting ourselves on the couch. You would have teased me terribly for how sentimental we were being, caught up in the realm of fairies and fancies. He told me all about the plans he's making for our child. He wants to put away money whenever we might squirrel some away to give Baby and any more children we might have the chance for the kind of education we both dreamt of but never had the chance for ourselves.

I confessed that I love feeling Baby move. She is so little that Josef cannot yet feel much, but her little flutters are a near constant presence during my day—and yes, I am convinced that Baby is a she. Call it mother's intuition if you like, but I am certain about this. Josef teases me that this means we will certainly have twin boys, but of course I will love any children we are blessed with. Even if my pride will smart horribly if I am wrong!

We talked long into the night that evening, as we often do on Saturday nights when we plan to go to the late morning Mass the next day. The one thing we avoid talking about are the dangers to come. I am not so naive that I do not know how perilous what lies ahead may be. Mother lost many of her own before I was born safely, and almost lost her life when I was born. I have helped at my fair share of births, as well. You and I both have seen childbeds where mother or baby or both leave the grieving father behind. I try not to catastrophize for Josef's sake. He has already lost so much.

Still, in my happiness, I must plan for the worst. If...if it does happen, and I do not survive, please send the notes I have enclosed alongside my letter to you for Josef, Mother, and Baby, so they have something from me. I cannot shake the feeling that something may yet go wrong. The town midwife is capable, and I am young and strong, so hopefully this is all for nothing, and when you and Seamus and the children come out after the baby is born you will laugh at me and all my silliness.

To resume what I was writing about before that little sadness, I confess that I'm rather desperate for all the plans we talked of that night to come true. I would not change the life I share with Josef on Idyllwind Farm for anything, save maybe if Mr. Edison would see fit to run some of his incandescent lamps out our way, and we might no longer have to rely on our kerosene lamps and candles to light the way. Waking up next to this man, working on this farm, being with our animals and my mother and our neighbors and friends, feeling our child kick within me, living in my beloved Bay, I know my life has turned out the way it was always meant to.

And yet...and yet I don't want my child to feel compelled to follow in my footsteps.

I have chosen my life, and that is why I love it. My situation when Father died was less than desirable, but I could have searched again for work in town, I could have joined a convent, I could have forced Mother to come out west with me and taught at that school. I chose Josef, and I choose him every day. If this baby wants to work the land, then I will celebrate that this farm will stay in the family. If Baby wants to teach, then she will teach. If she wants to go to university, or join a convent, or be a tailor, then I want her to be able to have those things. Life is so much sweeter when you do what you are made for.

Well! That is all for this very, very long letter, my friend. Write me soon, and do tell me that you and Seamus will at least consider leaving that awful city behind and join us out in the Bay. I have included a few newspaper clippings for your perusal. One is the account of a concert of Mr. Dvořák's music, which the artist himself attended, where a man got up in the middle of a piece and loudly complained and what transpired hence which I found amusing. Josef read it aloud to me and had me beside myself with his performance. I have copied it down for myself, so I leave you the original clipping. Another is the obituary for Father, as I have finally acquired an extra copy for you. Finally, a listing for a farm near here. Do consider it, both of you! Josef and I have been to see the property and the cabin is sound, if small. Josef says the earth there is good, and there is ample space for the children to run around, and a good schoolhouse to boot—and it is only a half mile's walk from Idyllwind Farm. There! I have said my bit! Do give my love to Seamus and the children, and write back soon. I eagerly await your response.

All my love, Bea

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#moody legacy #decades challenge #simblr #sims 4 #decades challenge gen 1 #sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 #yall the childbirth mod by pandasama is the actual best thing done to the sims 4

[manlybutterflys]

I am.

So furious!

Had a hearing test recently(ish). Here's why I needed it: I have bad hearing. That's my lived experience, especially in the left ear. Can listen to music with an earbud in left ear, and hear the outside world through my right ear relatively okay, okay enough to be getting along with. Sometimes gotta turn the earbud off, or take it out in order to hear properly at times, but it's workable. Now let's say something happens to the left bud and have no choice but to use the right (it's either use the right bud or exist in "silence", if you know, you know.) With the right earbud in and left ear fully exposed, I cannot hear shit! I mean, can hear sounds and voices and noises, but cannot tell what they are, where they're coming from, cannot understand speech at all. So I never wear the right bud by itself, even if the left goes out or breaks in some way, just have to buy new buds altogether.

And tbh, even with both ears exposed, I really can't understand the things going on around me, and cannot hear direction at all. At home, noises that sound to me like they're coming from the bedrooms are actually coming from the kitchen. And noises in the kitchen sound like they're coming from outside.

So anyway, made an appointment to have hearing checked, hoping that maybe I'll qualify for hearing aides that will help me hear and understand things that are being said, yeah? Well turns out, according to those people and that test, my hearing is ✨perfect.✨

Excuse me? Excuse you?? You ladies are going to sit behind that computer, listen to my concerns, then say my hearing is perfect when I'm out here having to fucking desperately Blues Clues my way around the tiny scraps of information I'm able to hear from my bosses instructions so I don't look like a fucking moron, and you're telling me thers nothing wrong with my hearing??? And there's nothing else that could be going on either? Fuck off!

So anyway, trying to schedule another test elsewhere for a second opinion. And it's frustrating because I just had to switch insurances and copays have shot straight through the roof with the new insurance, Jesus Christ on a spike.

#angry gibberish

[blackgirlwealth]

I can feel myself evolving, which usually comes with a lot of writing. I'm proud of myself. The snores would frustrate me. Sleeping on me, both literally and figuratively. And me, wondering if and how I deserve it. I see the patterns now. The problem with blame is that when you avoid doing it, sometimes, you risk absorbing it.

The greatest lesson in life that Sean Combs taught me was about accountability. I take accountability for all the shortcomings and failures in my life and my own awful history of self-sabotage. Gary Vee was right. There is a sort of healing power in seeing the bad and not just the good. There's also power in a positive mental attitude.

I have known for some time that the partner that I see so much potential in may not see the same in me. Potential for a romantic partner, perhaps, but in business, I know he is as disappointed as I am in myself that I am not more poppin or in a poppin enough position to put him on. Not really getting to the bag, per say.

The problem is, I was more motivated to get to it before he came back into my life. It wasn't so much proving to him who I was but really reminding myself and feeling free to live within that reality without permisson or witness. Hi and beheld, I found witnesses along the way anway. And slowly drifted off from such as I find my loyalty makes it hard to even be in the presence of another male without feeling like I'm committing some type of infidelity.

It's not the snores that bore me. Or being told that I don't work in media. Or being told that there are places he can go that I cannot. I agree, especially as someone who owns a camera. Yet, somehow, I have managed to be in the right places at the right time thanks to the grace, guidance and blessing of a higher power we often call God.

That was the question that came to play. Choosing between God (or Allah, if you will) and Hakim. It didn't mean to happen that way. I don't know if my own negative self-talk could be related to him, I just know that tonight he didn't hold me. And earlier he got an attitude with me and maybe he is a little tired of hearing about exes. He was so sweet earlier and I don't know why i even got to asking him to look at my work while he was working. I just happened to see it come up and wanted to share. I think the audience I really want and seek is from God anyway. Like God, look at what we did together and the places you have taken me. I know I have gone astray in the past and that I need to find my way back to you. Help me remember not only who I am but who YOU are, and what YOU are capable of, even when the road before me looks foggy or blurry in any way.

So do we speak of the pain or dance around it? I'll say discomfort. He's in my bed, he could be feeling a way, a couple smacks on the butt when he walked in but overall I'm not sure really how well he is at concealing how he feels. I know how adept I am at overthinking, so i do my best to not confuse the two. I just know that deep inside I am frustrated about the possibility of not preventing myself from making another mistake. Does he see me for who I am, including my potential and the things I have accomplished along the way? Or am I judged based solely on my present and what he feels is obtainable in the future? The latter would make a lot more sense which makes me wonder if it's true that women foolishly date off potential.

I will say this. Ramblings and reflections aside, I received two wake up calls today. One from my past, one from my present which opened my eyes and ears to listen to the future. The first wake up call reminded me that what I wanted really was attainable. That once upon a time, I really was wise to believe in love and had met a man that believes in God and art and marriage and being a good person. That was way more reassuring than it could ever be heartbreaking. To know you loved someone who lived there happily ever after and that your prayers for them manifested is a beautiful thing. I know what I saw and experienced is true and I am not arrogant or misguided in thinking a man can really offer true love that leads to union. I was face to face with it so it's not some fantasy that I conjured up. And I'm glad he never gave up. I never gave up either, I just forgot that good guys matter, especially the ones who are also Black men.

Then there was the wake up call in the present. There are entire parts of you that the man in front of you just doesn't see, with the stark possibility that he may never see them. You are face to face with the same fear that silently haunts you: what if you create it and nobody cares? It was at the juxtaposition of remembering how much we all cared in those moments with the reality that the one I'm rooting for doesn't care, at all, and to top it off, doesn't think it matters or exists.

To unpack, hopefully to move in and not just to travel, a very important message: it is okay to define your own story. Even in the face of one you love, admire, appreciate, adore and respect.

"You and I don't share the same worlds."

This came as somewhat of a relief, and was a tangible extension of a previous experience. The admission that he doesn't want to just leave me at the gate. Meanwhile, I'm making sure I get us both in with ample time to experience all that we can. If you can take us further, cool, but at least I'll get us both through the door. It seems like such a silly belief. I just thought it was more solid than a flat out finesse.

I learned my lesson, though. Do you. Which is still one of the hardest things to do. And it's almost awkward how inviting another creator can be with way more talent and opportunities, who sees you if not as an equal as a member of a shared tribe or group, even in your work clothes performing work that has absolutely nothing to do with your academic studies, let alone the expansiveness of the skills you've acquired through your career. The very place he tells me nobody goes has brought me so many warm and rewarding connections. The very people he dismissed are celebrating a $2 million deal with Puff. The same Puff whose house I celebrated New Year's Eve with because I had a real one in my life and also a very real God who put me in places I never would have thought or imagined myself to be,

I give thanks.

"You can't go the places I go."

I just have to laugh at myself more while for how far I go for someone out of love when I still have so far to go when it comes to my goals. I'm like ooh, Wallo. Isn't that someone he's trying to link with? Why not bring put him directly in front of him in an environment where they can both talk business and he'd be easily remembered. Am I some type of man clown who just has to compulsively love to prove that I am worthy of receiving love in return? Do I really not know how to turn it down or realize how much more power I have when I don't really pay them no mind and just stay on type of my grind. Who knows. I didn't expect him to get Dr. Suess on me, but it happened, and now the cuddles have changed and so has the vibe.

I was so close to believing I could really just go with the flow and love on this nigga the way he's been loving on me. Then I had to realize that if this really is a game we're playing, he's playing to ensure he doesn't get hurt and I think it's wise for me to do the same.

I guess that's why I had to come write. To come express. To come get all the soft and confusing shit out so it's not just in me taking up space where logic and wisdom and growth and evolution and wealth and direction can be. I need more of what I came to give to God and for the world, and less time focusing on what coulda, shoulda, woulda. I do appreciate him in the now but I want to make sure that he is taking as much consideration for my past and future as he takes for granted that I make for him, while balancing highs and lows of the present. I just know I want to do more, be more, see more and have more of an impact and that starts with God and self, for sure.

Thank you for being another lesson to reflect on, a blessing to give thanks for and not just more feelings to fight. You make everything brand new, including me, and I can trust you with anything.

Shalom. :)

[wetpapert0wel]

lmao

#edit: its cheeky for like. one second. the rest is pretty w/e lol #cheeky vent //////////// #///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// #//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// #only bad things happen when i j/o during the day lol #unless i'm completely 100% isolated with 0 things to do for the whole day #today SUCKED #had a whole fucking panic attack that took me out for almost 20 mins @ work #i've been doing Literally Everything Except Bar even though i have been Begging to do bar for the past 3 weeks #i don't mind the janitorial shit. i hate stocking fridges. and i Loathe the pressure that gets shoved onto me w/ drive thru #i could not hate drive thru more than i do #i don't care for dishes. they're just super boring #i can talk to ppl doing like. in store orders!! but i can't on drive thru for some reason!!! #i wanna say one of my issues is that. when i try to connect w/ customers i have to take off my headset bc i literally . #cannot hear At All if i don't have both ears. especially if i'm listening to my coworkers chat over the headset at the same time #i feel also like i'm being like. Punished for my incompetence lol #that's absolutely not the case i'm sure but like. idk. everyone's pretty cool & nice but they're all mentally ill kids around my age #that said they probably just kinda think i'm dumb because i'm struggling really hard to retain info. idk #idk! i'm so nonconfrontational that i don't want to keep pushing for bar time bc i kept begging and now i'm being given these tasks by my #shifts & thats fine i need to be told what to do bc i literally have no clue otherwise. but i want more bar time. so bad. #god. anyways #hi i work @ starbucks idk if i made any posts abt it LMAO #_this is bojack btw.

[ayo-wheres-the-paprika]

dancing with the sinclairs.

+ general dancing headcanons

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sinclair brothers (separate) x gn!reader | headcanons

word count: 1,258 (~400 per section)

contains: some suggestive scenarios. crackfic elements, especially lester's section, it's a mess. white boy dancing. if you're looking for actual serious headcanons, proceed with caution lmao

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BOLOGNESE

He's not the best at it, but whatever Bo lacks in skill, he makes up for in confidence and charm.

If anyone knows that vine of the guy dancing and singing in his dorm room "bop it tchchch twist it, nYEHH, pull it doOO" (here), that's exactly what I imagine Bo looks like.

Like sure, he looks like a white suburban dad after a couple too many gin and tonics, but you can't deny that dancing with him is pretty fun.

I can totally see Bo being a complete boomer when it comes to modern pop music, but I also love the idea of him secretly jamming out to Top 40 Hits.

Like sometimes late at night in the garage, when he's certain that neither you or his brothers are around, he just does the Intense Neck Jerk dance to hips don't lie

He's like "ugh pop music these days smh" aight, tell me why you know all these lyrics off by heart then, hm? Do tell.

I can't tell if Bo would've loved or despised hotel room service by pitbull

Back on topic, Bo is a busy man who also likes to desperately cling onto his one and only scrap of dignity, so getting him to dance can be a bit of a challenge.

You could definitely persuade him into a romantic, late night slow dancing session, though.

When you and him have the house to yourselves for the night, he'd be happy to pass the time by swaying in each other's arms, soft music playing on the radio or the old record player, all while he's whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

He can be a prick at times, but oh man, he certainly knows how to make you feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

On a less innocent note, dirty dancing with Bo would be so much fun, holy shit (if you're comfortable with that). He'd totally egg you on as you start dancing on him.

"Ya know exactly what y're doin' to me, don't you, darlin'?" He purrs, eyes darkening as he grabs your hips. Yes tf I do bbyyy 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

I'm desperately suppressing the Bo Liker tendencies right now. Get me outta this shit, I have a reputation to uphold.

Maybe you can convince him to take you to a bar the next town over and show everyone who the hottest (and most fun) couple is.

~ ♡ ~

VINNIE

I love him with all my heart, but I'm so sorry, Vincent cannot dance.

He absolutely has the potential to be great, but until you teach him and help him loosen up, he just can't. Even if you get a couple drinks in him, he's still rigid as hell.

I'm sure he can do a backflip torpedo kick combo while he's out on the hunt, but if you're ever like "ayy hottie give me a little twirl"... lol no, prepare to witness the most stiff twirl you'll ever see in your life.

Not even a proper twirl, it's just Vince slowly rotating on the spot. You swore to god you could hear like, his bones creaking like old machinery. Tin Man headass.

However, Vincent is also a quick learner. I've seen someone mention here before that Vincent would make a great ballet dancer, and you know what, I agree (once you get him to relax for once in his life, poor guy).

I say start off with slowdancing. It's easy to learn, perform, and you both have an excuse to hold each other close and sway back n' forth. Ugh, especially when everything's candlelit and there's soft opera crackling in the background, while you two are just lost in your own world.

I also just like the thought of Vincent listening to his sad classical music while working on his art, and just moving to the rhythm a little bit. Maybe quietly humming to himself too? That'd be really sweet. I refuse to believe that Vincent is stoic and serious.

Bo and Vincent are similar in a lot of ways, but when it comes to dirty dancing with their partners? COMPLETELY different reactions.

Feel up on Bo and he'll happily return the favour, but with Vincent? Nah he's like:

He'll be fine, just ease him into it first lol

I think Vincent would be more into observing you than joining you, when it comes to dancing. He'd be more than happy to just stand back and watch you beam and dance around the room. You could literally be throwing your back out to brutal death metal and he'd still have the heart eyes for you.

Please get him into metal (if he isn't already) and watch him headbang the house down. Especially with all that hair of his.

But if you held out a hand to him, his heart would melt. Even if he feels a little awkward, he'll always appreciate being included.

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LESTERRRRR(imagine me rolling the r)RRRRRR

Maybe a hot take, but Lester is the best dancer of the trio.

He doesn't quite have the confidence at first, but once he feels comfortable around you (or has had a lot to drink), it's like you unlocked a whole new side of him.

Lester loves having fun and goofing off with you, so dancing together is always welcome.

Twirling you around, performing some impressive footwork, all with a bright grin sprawled across his face -- man, now he's just showing off (I say lovingly).

You know what, I'm gonna go all the way and say Lester can do a backflip. Who's gonna stop me? He has never seen a flower. He burnt down a hospital. He doesn't believe in gravity.

Behold, the power of fictional character headcanons.

Normal/No-Murder AU where the brothers go clubbing together and Lester puts the others to shame by shredding on the dancefloor.

Imagine it: he's spinning on his head, Bo's throwing his hat down on the ground in defeat, Vincent's lying face down on the ground, motionless, the crowd's going nuts, the president is there.

Alright but, I can see him bopping his head and singing along to whatever's on the radio while driving about. I get the sense that he's pretty openminded about music genres, so as long as it has a good rhythm to follow, he'll be happy to groove to it.

Maybe this is just me projecting, but Lester could possibly use dancing (and music, in general) to help him stim. Drumming his fingers on the wheel, humming, etc. Silence is a common, but reluctant guest of his, and he'll hop on any opportunity to fill it.

Oh, and of course Lester would make an excellent slow dance partner. As much as he loves swinging himself around with you, calm intimate moments like these make him swoon. Gazing into your eyes, pupils dilated, with that adorable smile of his. Gah, what a cutie.

If you try to dance on him, he'll just "aH"

His soul left his body for a split second when you began getting all up on him, before his face went beet red and he started giggling.

He would not be turned off by it, but it's certainly unfamiliar territory for him. I doubt he's ever danced with someone like that before... I can be the first *fuckboy emoji face*

All in all, please, please, please hold his hand and swing him around, let him have fun, hold him close and move to the sound of your favourite song, show him lots of love, he deserves it.

omg could you imagine these guys playing Just Dance together? vincent is suffocating bo with a pillow because bo was like "man you suck at this game", meanwhile lester's tearing up, trying so hard to get 5 stars on istanbul (not constantinople) goddammit

#edit from the future: i completely forgot i wrote this #i wouldn't be surprised if this was a product of too much cold medicine #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #slasher fandom #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #ayo wheres the writing

[saturnsstufff]

Awsamdude/Technoblade- Rumor Has It

For my beloved @sugarandspicebutnonice

Warnings: sexual innuendo

    Techno was a great Prince. He worked hard to keep his family's name in good graces. All of Phil's boys worked hard to keep their names held high with respect. Tommy was known around for keeping sprits high, any ball or formality with Tommy was always known as the best to attend.

   His older brother Wilbur was a skilled artisan with music. Always teaching and making new sounds like it wasn't any struggle. Anyone could find him out in the court yard with a guitar in hand. Humming and singing a casual song.

   The eldest, Technoblade was a skilled swordsman and statists. Anytime he was called into a meeting, the others shuddered knowing he would trump them all. He made swinging a sword look like art. Trust me, you would know.

   You had a wonderful relationship with techno for a long time. But sadly, you both had parted away from each other. Of course, it was on all good terms, He was more concerned with the kingdom rather than establishing a strong and sturdy relationship.

   You, being a knight- fully understood. But you also choose to be a bit selfish about it. You truly wished for him to give you a bit of attention at least when together. He could be such a ladies man when he choose to in public, yet when it came to the two of you he just became closed off and anything but warm. Even behind closed doors it was lacking some spark of passion.

   So you both agreed it was best to let things lie.

  But what left you with a sour taste was how quickly he moved on.

   You would give him the benefit of the doubt of course, he was a well known man. She could have been someone he had met previously, and during your break off she was there to talk it out with him.

She, she ain't real

   But something about her screamed fake, her smile and movements seemed too thought through. Her words all laced with a sickening sweet hum, it also didn't help she giggled at basically anything techno said.

    Plenty of times you sat with the general and talked about how dense she came off. Respectfully, you had assumed Tech would have went for a well educated woman such as yourself. But after seeing her- you wondered if that type was in short supply.

   Anything she did, she would just bat her eyes and he was wrapped around his finger.

   It honestly made Sam and you laugh.

She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will

   As much as you started to loathe the woman, techno wasn't yours anymore. Thus you started getting closer to Sam. Both of you connecting on how your past relationships had been. Well you were casted aside, Sam was flatly cheated on.

   Of course knowing that, your heart ached for him. Sam was a well educated and handsome man with a heart of gold. Respectfully his whole job was centered on protecting and serving the people.

   Jumping into a relationship was Sam was like practically nothing. You promised him all the love in the world, and just like you, he promised to give you the same.

   And love each other you did.

She is a stranger

   Techno did see you grow close to his general, and honestly it didn't set well with him.

   He liked the woman he was with, but he also had known you since childhood. You both had played within the court yard plenty of times to claim it as your own.

   Sam didn't do that with you. Sam had only started to know you when you joined the ranks.

   Techno would often catch himself watching you and Sam spar. His eyes would watch as Sam's hand grabbed at your waist, gripping your hips and using his own to throw you off balance. He hated how close your bodies were.

   At one point he couldn't help but pull you aside and ask why you let him touch you. But that conversation drove spikes through his heart. "How can you just let him touch you like that?! He’s practically all over your body! You wouldn't let me touch you like that- and You and I have history" he yelled not believing what he saw.

   When your face twisted in front of him into disgust, he thought you were almost joking. "The hell is with you?! I'm not your girlfriend! Or don't you remember!?" You yelled at him. Lightly shoving him back from you. "Don't tell me where he can, and cannot touch me" You sneered. In all his years he never saw you so heated.

Sure, she's got it all

   Truthfully you saw techno leave you as a drop to his pride. He dropped a knight for a soft noble girl. A girl babied all her life. You knew as soon as she was exposed to blood she would have fainted like a goat in pasture. But in the end of the day, you weren't sleeping with her so what did it matter?

But, baby, is that really what you want

   Arguments between Technoblade and you had become more frequent. Sam let you duke it out, he knew he had no place to tell you to leave it be. Sam also didn't appreciate how fast Techno jumped onto your case about finding someone else.

   Although he knew it irked you about Techno moving on, you never got in his face about it like he would. Sam viewed this as your way of showing you were the bigger person.

   On one particular day he found the arguments amusing. Techno had started up again when Sam was publicly teasing you. Well techno found your back talking distasteful, Sam relished with how powerful you were.

   Listening to techno ramble off on his pathetic reasonings left you a laughing mess, even to the point you cut his argument off. "Bless your soul, you've got you're head in the clouds, she's going to use you like a fool!" You laughed in his face.

   His jaw tightened as he spat at your words, pointing at Sam. "You made a fool out of you General. She doesn't even love you- Your wasting your time on a-" at Tech's words you couldn't help but push back even harder for him targeting Sam.

   "How dare you say that. Your common penny is getting around more than I- And, boy, she's bringing you down!" You called out. Putting a finger to his chest. "She made your heart melt- But its all a lie!" You didn't stop their, you had more to say to him. "She thinks your all that- a fairy tale prince to save her dreams! But you're cold to the core" you said to him. Causing him to back off.

   "Besides. Now rumor has it she ain't got your love anymore"

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh

   You weren't lying. Their were plenty of rumors going around saying she was sleeping with others besides Techno. Although Sam and you had no proof to this. Your hunches seemed right.

   On one day, Sam had left for a out of village meeting. You really didn't mind, you trusted him enough and knew he wouldn't do anything behind your back.

   But sadly you wished to go with him. Techno had asked for you to join him for a round of chess. Something you both greatly enjoyed when together. But now you knew there was meaning to the game.

   Sure enough when you sat with in in the court yard, he brought up Sam.

   "You know he is much older than you..." he said as he moved his knight across the board.

   "And She is half your age" you said flatly. Picking your pawn up. "But I'm guessing that's the reason that you stayed" you said moving it to where you pleased. His brows drew together in slight anger. But he did try and keep his calm.

   "I heard you've been missing me" he said, a small smirk growing on his lips. He found pride within those rumors. Knowing that you still supposedly whined and withered about for him.

   Of course, you knew he was gravely mistaken.

   "You've been telling people things that you shouldn't be" you said carefully. Knowing he was probably behind the rumors somehow.

   Techno took this moment to see if he still had a effect on you. Usually during chess you both would flirt a bit. So naturally, he took the chance. "Like when we creep out and she ain't around" he said bemused, your face twisting into disgust again.

   "I sneak out to see Sam... besides Haven't you heard the rumors" you said moving your queen. When he didn't respond you laughed. He didn't even under stand. "Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds" you said, fully amused within the moment.

   "C'mon darlin... I know you fell hard for me when we started dating..." he cooed to you. Your eyes darting up like daggers.

   "You made a fool out of me" you said to him. Wanting to get your point across. Well he moved his pawns about you took your moment to explain how you felt. "You make me sick to my stomach.. And, boy, you're bringing me down" you said softly. Smiling to yourself slowly. "You made my heart melt, yet I'm cold to the core" You said, moving your queen to take his knight. Your eyes slyly skimmed over his. His lost knight now within your fingers.

   "But rumor has it I'm the one you're leaving her for"

   After that game, rumors and tensions soared wildly. Sam at one point thought you were back and evolved with Techno again. Of course you explained to him the situation, which thankfully he understood and apologized for trusting second hand mouths.

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh

All of these words whispered in my ear

   But Techno's mood plummeted fast...

Tell a story that I cannot bear to hear

   A engagement, specifically Sam and yours. Oh how his blood boiled at the news. He thought his hands all over you was bad, but now... now you would take Sam's name in law. You would he his wife. Not Techno's.

Just 'cause I said it, it don't mean that I meant it

   Because of this news he didn't hesitate to run and find you. More than hell-bent on giving you a piece of his mind. He wanted to make it clear you couldn't marry him.

People say crazy things

   He didn't care what people would say, he wanted to claim you again. Techno didn't want anyone else touching you. He especially didn't want Him touching you.

Just 'cause I said it, don't mean that I meant it

   Even if within the past week he yelled hurtful things to you, he hoped you would understand he just wanted to protect you from unworthy suitors. Sam couldn't provide for you like Techno could. Sam was a general born from a farmer. Technoblade was to be crowned king.

Just 'cause you heard it

   So their he stormed. Heading to the stables, knowing full well that's where you were. His anger was fuming. He couldn't wait to shove it in Sam's face that Techno wouldn't let you marry him.

   But lets just say Technoblade was the one left speechless in the end.

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh Rumor has it, ooh,

   Especially when he slammed the door open to the stables and saw Sam's body covering yours, your legs around his waist in a tight hold well he was buried deep inside you.

But rumor has it he's the one I'm leaving you for

#technoblade x reader #awsamdude x reader #techno x reader

[sylsoddsandends]

My Experience With Microtia:

A (hopefully) educational post.

I've noticed that the internet at large doesn't seem to be very aware of this disability, and what results it does have are sites run not by people with microtia themselves, but by family who more often discuss "fixing" this than accepting it.

This post might get a bit long, so let's keep the rest below the cut.

Microtia is a condition in which one or both outer ears do not fully develop in the womb, which can result in hearing loss. The complete lack of an outer ear is referred to as anotia.

Microtia occurs in different grades/types based on how far the outer ear got in development. Grade I causes the ear just to be slightly smaller, grade II results in a closed external ear canal, grade III results in just a peanut-shaped bit of cartilage and an ear lobe, and grade IV is anotia.

I have grade I in my left ear, and grade III in my right ear, but it is most common for microtia just to occur on one side.

Because the ear canal of my right ear is closed off, I cannot hear on that side. It doesn't tend to bother me too much so I haven't sought to regain that hearing in any way, nor do I really consider myself part of the D/deaf community, but this is different for everyone with microtia.

There are, however, a few intrinsic frustrations to not being able to hear in one ear. Everything I hear comes in through the same side, which can muddle ambient noise (a talking crowd, for example) with something I am trying to listen to. I also find it much harder to follow a conversation if I am standing on the left side of whoever I'm talking to (so that my bad ear is facing them).

There are also problems that come with the odd shape of my ears too- I always have to leave one earbud hanging, I can't wear a mask normally (thank goodness for ear savers- nifty lil knitted doodads that hold the loops behind my head), and my least favorite, people notice.

I feel incredibly self-conscious about my ears. I don't like to wear my hair back because then they're easy to see. I don't have my ears pierced because I don't want to call attention to them. When I was younger, I got asked a lot of intrusive questions ("were you in a fire" was common). I'd like to think that if more people just knew what microtia was, maybe I wouldn't feel so pressed to hide it.

One final grievance, and one that I brought up at the beginning of this post- every site that I have found discussing microtia on the internet is not run by people who actually have it, and primarily focuses on methods of "fixing" microtia and trying to make us normal. It just... saddens me.

If you'd like to ask me any other questions, please go right ahead. I'd be happy to answer them, and I'd be especially thrilled if anyone wanted to try writing a character with microtia like me. I hope you all have a great day, and I hope you found this post interesting :)

#microtia #microtia awareness #disabled #actually disabled #disability awareness #syl speaks #ah i was so nervous posting this but I'm also pretty proud of it-

[genshin-impacted]

empress of the first water // Zhongli x Reader (4)

Word Count: ~2.8k

Palace/Harem Imperial Drama AU: You are a princess, soon-to-be-Empress, and Zhongli is the teacher invited by the royal court to show you the ropes before you ascend to the throne after a royal tragedy.

Notes: female!reader (she/her), Zhongli/Reader, Zhongli POV, mutual pining ofc, fake politics, can I call this slow burn yet

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Chapter 4 Synopsis: Of the secrets that people keep, how much can they say without saying anything about it at all?

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You are falling for your tutor. That much, at least, is clear to you. Your quickened heart rate, the way your heart flutters when he smiles, and how your mood lifts when he praises you-- if wisdom is to know thyself, then you consider yourself wise enough to know that you see Zhongli xiansheng as more than just a teacher.

But what of him? You wonder, how does he think of you? Does he know what he means to you? Does he feel the same?

“My lady?" Amber asks you, when you dip your head underneath the rose-infused waters of your bath. "What is wrong?”

“Nothing,” you reply back quickly, hugging your knees to your chest. You take a glance at the mauve coat that Zhongli had left on your shoulders and think about how it will still smell like him.

Amber can only look at you in mild concern when you bury your heated face into your hands and try not to think of kind eyes, a warm embrace, and a gentle voice.

(But you do anyway.)

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Zhongli finds himself talking more freely than ever in your presence, especially now that the two of you have made it a habit of walking around the compound or drinking tea to pass the time together. He talks about fantastical things or expands on random trivia he thinks you would enjoy, even though he finds himself more often than not overindulging.

Your eyes are bright and alert when he tells you about the folktales he had learned when he was younger, so he tells you as many as you can in the cold, wintry months. Under the cozy kotatsu imported over from Inazuma, Zhongli shares slices of mandarin with you as he retells the history of the Qilin to you-- a mythical creature whose stone statues stand at guard in front of the main compounds of the palace.

“In many stories, the Qilin is sacred pets of the gods and rank highly only below the dragon and the phoenix,” Zhongli says, accepting the last slice of fruit you slide into his hands. "It’s said to appear with the imminent arrival or passing of a sage or illustrious ruler."

“I see…” You listen to him attentively, hands absently clearing the table of the orange peels without saying a word. You let out a breath of laughter as you joke, “Hopefully, if I pray hard enough, the Qilin might gift their presence when I ascend to the throne.”

“Nonsense,” Zhongli replies immediately. “If the qilin does exist, you do not need prayer for the qilin to appear before you, as benevolent as you are, my Princess.” He takes the slice and brings it to his lips to taste the sweetness of the mandarin, catching a glimpse at the way you hide your smile behind your hand.

“You have a way with words as usual,” you tell him. “You spoil me with praises, xiansheng; how ever will I survive without them now?” You bemoan, laughing afterwards. Though he knows you’re joking--surely-- he still feels his heart tremble at your words. It is in these moments that he feels keenly how it is to be Amber, abashed by the praise that flows freely from your lips and by the fondness that rings true through the way you speak. To be at the center of your attention is something that Zhongli understands very well to be addicting.

It is only when Zhongli hears the light rapping of knuckles on wood does he realize how long he has spoken and how late it is.

"My apologies," Zhongli says, surprised from his thoughts to bow his head (you fussed at him about apologizing before, but even with your kind reprimands, it is hard for him to kick the habits ingrained in him). "I didn't mean to dominate the conversation this entire time. It's even time for supper--"

"Bamboo Shoot Soup," you pipe up instead, and he can only look up at you stunned as you thank the maid. She sets down the pair of utensils in front of the two of you and clears the table to make space for the large metal hotpot. "It's your favorite dish, isn't it?” You say cheekily, “I thought it was a perfect dish to eat during the cold weather."

What are the protocols to eating dinner with the royal family? Zhongli thinks to himself warily, feeling wildly as though he is constantly stepping out of line despite his learned nature. Still, you would scold him for his distancing, so Zhongli decides to do as the both of you please, as improper as it may be, and waits to be served.

The bamboo soup is beautifully slow-cooked, the broth milky white; just taking a waft of the aroma is enough for him to know that the meat is tender and the bamboo shoots are soaked to the center with flavor. The warmth that pervades is partly due to the fresh heat of the soup but also from the fact that you had remembered a detail he shared in passing. (He says ‘in passing’ but he had gone into detail about where to procure the best ingredients for each component of the meal while you listened to him with eager nods. The bamboo shoots, he recognizes, are from Qingce Village. Did you remember even the smallest details from your conversation when he speaks?) Like many other times before, he is speechless. It seems as though you are constantly surprising him-- for the better.

"What happens next?"

Zhongli blinks, the steam from his bowl rising up to his face. "Pardon?"

"Oh, never mind! We should eat first!" You say, smiling widely in a way that makes his heart leap. You pick up your chopsticks and click them together playfully. "But tell me what happens next in the story later on, Zhongli-xiansheng."

"One day you'll find yourself someone who listens to you and you'll talk their ear off."

Zhongli remembers Guizhong telling him this time and time again, though he never believed in it. He is old-fashioned, he always replies back. He is overly burdened by the expectations of his family and passionate in things that most others cannot care to relate to. How would he know that someday, as proof of the wisdom (or perhaps abundance of hope and love) that Guizhong held, he would find someone who cared enough to listen and look at him as though he knew the meaning of life itself?

The bright-eyed gaze you shoot at him lasts only a moment, and perhaps you don't even know the magnitude of your gesture, but Zhongli feels his chest burn nonetheless with gratitude and soften at the kindness you have shown him. He reaches out to place his hand gently on yours. "Thank you," he says, squeezing your hand. "I'll be sure to not lose my place in the story then so you can hear the rest of it."

He blinks when you look at him, frozen and wide-eyed, and that is when he retracts his hand, feeling as embarrassed as you look. "Ah, my apologies again--"

"No, it's-- it's alright," you stammer, looking down at your bowl. Zhongli feels his face redden and he drops his gaze as well. "But yes, you better remember! I'm counting on you!"

"Yes-- yes, of course," he says, clearing his throat. "It would be my pleasure to." Before Zhongli can wallow in mortification, he hears the beginnings of your laugh and looks up to see your smile as wide as ever. And just like that, he can feel himself be at ease again, just as you have always made him feel with your presence.

"Perhaps next time," he says, a small smile dancing on his lips, "my lady can tell me a story instead."

"Only if you fill in the details I missed," you quip back easily, and he laughs.

Even with an impeccable memory, Zhongli still cannot remember the last time he has ever laughed so easily and so readily as though he could never run out of laughter. He thinks of quiet hours in his study, pouring over pages of text without speaking till his voice grows hoarse from disuse. He remembers days of entertaining guests who never truly listened to what he was saying, and he finds that he is the happiest he has ever been for a long time.

He has you to thank for that.

This is why he responds back, with a soft reverence that is reserved only for you. "Of course." He returns your smile with his own. "I would be honored to, my Princess."

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Reverence should be a tone well-practiced and used in the royal court, but when Zhongli stands aside during the proceedings, he hears very little of it directed toward you. You have half of the court talking over you despite your grace, and he can clearly see your patience wear thin when your presence goes unacknowledged by one of the court officials.

"My studies have been going steadily," you speak unto the crowd, clearly and powerfully, as though you have always known how to command attention. Projecting your voice, you maintain your gaze on all of them as you speak. Zhongli can see from the way your hands clench at your side that despite your display, fear has not left you, and for that, his pride for you seems to overflow.

"With the xiansheng, I can foresee being able to replace my great uncle for the time before the end of this year," you say. "I will have prepared myself dutifully until the time has come--"

"The end of this year?" One of the nobles exclaims in protest, making you pause. "How would you be ready at the end of the calendar when you have started lessons, not even yesteryear?"

"I can't imagine the magnitude of power placed upon the shoulders of the inexperienced,” another one drawls. “Perhaps, ah, the Princess will consider taking a husband to make up for it?"

Zhongli doesn't realize he's gripping imprints into the palm of his hands until he goes to raise his hand and realizes they have gone numb from his tension. The nerve of some of the nobles-- some of which he can recognize have never sought to be on your side. He wishes nothing more than to be able to provide them a verbal lashing, but he knows that neither you nor he can do anything at this point in time.

With knowledge comes power, and you do not know enough to utilize the title you have nor the inherent authority that comes with it. Though one day, you will, if he can help it, regardless of what has been expected of him.

It makes his skin crawl to know that many nobles look to him and believe he is on their side. How many times have they requested him to keep you away from the main chambers to check on your great uncle? How many times have they hoped he would provide falsities and ignorance in the guise of guidance so that you would never truly ascend to the throne? Even with the promise of power beyond his wildest dreams, Zhongli cannot bring it to himself to manipulate you in such a manner. Even though his hands are clean, he still cannot help but taste sin on his lips for knowing the harm that exists against you without your knowledge.

When is the right time to inform you, if at all? Is it kind or cruel of him to keep this ploy from you? (Is his judgment even sound, as muddled as it is with his rapidly growing feelings for you?)

You narrow your eyes, your lips pressed in a straight line, but you refrain, once again. And Zhongli feels a burst of pride at your show of restraint and composure fitting of a lady of your status. "Yes, this may be one of the things I will take into consideration, and I appreciate--" Zhongli feels himself tense at the way you spoke, "--the counsel of the court, though I still foresee my way coming to fruition regardless."

There is a stilted silence that follows your words, and you look toward the messenger who has come with the land's grievances in letters. "I believe this matter can be discussed at a later time," you say with finality. "Let us look at the first report from the harbor."

Using what you know from your lessons thus far, you guide the conversation towards solutions for the problems brought to the court by the people. You are too inexperienced to make decisions on your own, gathering opinions from your council; corrupt or not, they know more about managing land than you. But Zhongli sees how you watch carefully as the discussion continues, letting the information sink in so that you can utilize it in the future, and he is reminded again of how far you have come from a princess holding that urn to the prospective empress quietly learning how to lead a country.

(Is it any surprise at all that he is enamored with you?)

Court adjourns after hours, and Zhongli follows you as you leave first, your robes billowing behind you seamlessly as you hold your head up high. The guards bow their heads as you pass by them, your ladies-in-waiting slowly retreating from the room when you arrive, closing the door behind them. The moment everyone is gone, you sigh in relief, your shoulders dropping to a more comfortable height as you stretch your arms and legs.

“I applaud you on your conduct during court,” Zhongli says finally, amused by how nonchalant you act in comparison to how high-strung you are in front of others. “That was an impressive display of authority.” He sees your face flush from the compliment as you stammer out your thanks. He chuckles. "Perhaps I should start getting used to calling you 'Empress’ then, Princess.”

"Yes?" Zhongli replies, confused. "Is that not a title you would like to be referred to?"

"'Princess?'" He hears you echo, turning yourself to him, and Zhongli loses his train of thoughts when he sees your expression with brows pulled together, disconcerted. "Just... 'princess?'"

"No--well, yes..." you say, trailing off. Your hand, out of habit, nervously reaches up to fiddle with your brooch. "I was just thinking you would have normally referred to me a little differently is all."

Zhongli tilts his head slightly in thought as he watches you press your lips together in what he assumes to be in embarrassment. Has he been calling you differently without his knowledge? He doesn’t think so; you have always been the Princess for him, and he, your xiansheng.

But, ah, he thinks, he has not always called you ‘my Princess’ has he? (Astonishing what one word can change.)

For a brief moment, Zhongli’s mind wonders whether he has overstepped his boundary, but he quickly reminds himself with your words, that if you truly did not want him to call you by that, you would tell him. The fact you protested at his recent use of your title… It was the slip of the tongue; Amber has referred to you by the same title, and Zhongli has always, in some form, coveted the same level of intimacy that the two of you possessed. His fondness for you must have seeped into his words, and he would never have anticipated having you reciprocate.

That being said, could you blame him for feeling pleased that you wanted to be referred to as his Princess?

“But 'Princess' is fine,” he hears you say, gathering the composure to sweep your hands down your gown and appear nonplussed. You take out your fan and hold it to your face as you begin to walk toward the study. “I don’t mind it. You should call me as you so wish, I--”

Your laughter is enough as a sign of validation, but then he hears you say, shier than you have ever been, “My xiansheng,” and he thinks his heart balloons until it takes up the entire expanse of his chest with how much affection he feels for you.

"It is soon time for our next lessons," he says, following behind you without pause, "my Princess." And he watches, enamored, as you look back at him with a smile blooming on your face. "Is that... alright with you?"

“Yes,” he says to you, feeling as though that is the only thing he can say. You shoot him another captivating smile and turn, and all Zhongli can do is walk only a step behind you.

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And he follows you for as long as you will allow him, hoping his choice to keep the darkness at bay is the right one.

#zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin zhongli #zhongli #female reader #genshin imagines #sry for repost tags did not work n made me sad #also smth about the possessive pronoun hits diff #imperial drama au

[fa-by]

Hi, Faby I'm finally free of homework. I loved your theory on all these years. I laughed at the memes. many CS say we have a version of Camila with all these years, but we don't have a similar version of Lauren but at the time that Camila and Lauren weren't together (after Camila left the group) Lauren kept thinking about Camila because she kept writing songs based on her relationship with Camila like all night. Can you make a song analysis of all night?

Hello to you, dear @camilalauren0327 👋🏼😄 I'm glad you're free from your homework 💪🏼 I'm also glad that you loved my interpretation and that you laughed at the GIFs.

So. About All Night, I can tell you it's track n° 11 of Steve Aoki's Neon Future IIIalbum. Both Laur and Steve loved the time spent together in the studio, and Steve totally loved working with her: “She’s got so many ideas and the problem is, they’re all good. She’s very meticulous. The attention to detail Lauren has is something I don’t find in many people. She’s very attentive to the detail. She’s got those ears, she’s got the sensibility and the vision, and I’m just totally inspired to be in the studio with her”.

As for the lyrics, were already there, but Laur rewrote them and wrote the bridge from scratch. Vocally speaking, she did all the backgrounds and vocally self-produced. So the vocal production? It's hers. It was her. Yeah. She's thattalented, and people still sleep on her. But anyway. Let's move on to my interpretation now, shall we?

Verse 1:

“My heart beats a little faster

When our eyes meet, in the middle of a crowded room”

Typical reaction of when we meet someone we like. You know? Heart beating fast as Laur says, along with butterflies in the stomach, cheeks blushing, palms sweating, adrenaline, dry mouth, palpitations, hot flashes, etc., etc.

“In knee deep, testing waters”

What does ‘in knee deep’ make us understand? That it wasn't an ordinary person that she just liked, but that it was a person that she really liked very much. *cough Mila*

“I've got a feeling, and I don't know what to do”

Why? Because she knew it was different and contrary to the past, she didn't know how to act.

Chorus:

“You got me paralyzed, and I think I like it”

As I think you know, ‘paralyzed’ in this case is intended as being blocked by a strong emotion (such as amazement). Mila got her paralyzed. Their situation and feelings were so strong, so deep/in knee-deep, that Laur was petrified by it. But despite this, as I said before, this was different. Unlike anything she'd ever felt before. And she liked it.

“Caught me by surprise, I'm not usually like this, no”

It caught her by surprise because she didn't expect it. And we know why she wasn't usually like that. Because she'd been in denial all her life. Because she'd always fought against these feelings.

“Got me paralyzed, don't think I can help it”

She couldn't. Even if she tried, she couldn't. She couldn't help herself.

“Why's it feel so right?”

Why did what she was taught to be wrong made her feel so good/right? Because it was. It was in general, but it was even more so with her. With Mila.

Post-Chorus:

“Let's keep this going all night

Going all night

Going all night

Going all night”

Freedom. Without thinking of tomorrow. Tomorrow's tomorrow.

Verse 2:

“The crowd fades, tunnel vision

In a daze, and the only thing I feel is you”

Because she was the only important thing. The only thing that mattered. All the rest? They were just surroundings.

“In perfect, syncopation”

Syncopation can be a rhythm, a passage, or a dance step. Syncopation in music occurs when a rhythm is unexpected and is played off-beat. It's like, an oscillation in a soft and not stiff way. It's an imbalance and prolongation of a note in the middle that creates an effect of, precisely, oscillation. Flamenco is the simplest first example that comes to mind for both musical rhythm and danced rhythm, but syncopation is used in many music styles. From the classical music of Mozart and Beethoven, to the ragtime ancestor of jazz, jazz itself, rock, metal, reggae, hip-hop, pop, house, salsa, etc.

To give you a practical example to help you understand better, count 5, 6, 7, 8 out loud three times in a row. From the fourth time, keep counting out loud and, at the same time, use the palm of your hand or the clenched fist on a surface to hear the rhythm yourself and understand how stable it is. Do this three times or even more until it’s natural for you to keep up the pace without having to keep counting 5, 6, 7, 8 out loud. Once you've done that, keep counting mentally and hit/tap 5 a little bit harder with a little pause, and then just 7, 8. It would be like: 5, no hit/tap, 7, 8.

FIIIVE, seven, eight - FIIIVE, seven, eight - FIIIVE, seven, eight.

You can slow down or speed up as you like, and this, dear @camilalauren0327 and babies, is an example of syncopation. If you guys want, to listen and understand better, I also found this for you: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-H6oXpF-tw.

But anyway. What's my point? Why explain all this to you? Because for many composers and producers, syncopation is a vital element because it helps them tie the rhythm and the melody of a song together. The use of syncopation in music in general, but more precisely in a song, makes the track different and even unique at times.

And now that you know this, Lauren did or didn't use a beautiful metaphor with a simple one-word to describe her and Mila? *she was so phenomenal and romantic 😍*

“Face to face, tell me do you feel it too?”

Sounds weird that Laur was wondering, right? Well, it actually isn't because this song is about the moment in the timeline they were in the Like Friends Dosituation. Laur was still in denial and therefore they didn't speak. She didn't know if Mila still wanted her or not, and most likely, it was just before Mila started her relationship with the mystery girl because it coincides with Lauren finally accepting herself and her feelings for her.

Chorus:

“You got me paralyzed, and I think I like it

Caught me by surprise, I'm not usually like this, no

Got me paralyzed, don't think I can fight this

Why's it feel so right?”

The difference between the first chorus and this, is the ‘don't think I can fight this’ here. As I said before and as we know, Laur had been in denial all her life and she’d always fought against these feelings, but this time it was different. Thiswas different because Camila was different. Hell, Lauren herself was different. The environment she was in was different. Different especially from home and from what she was used to there. Her feelings were different. More powerful. Nothing like the crushes she'd had on other girls in the past, and she knew, because she knew, that she was going to lose this fight. Here, or rather at the time at that moment, she was simply admitting it to herself.

Bridge:

“But maybe I should wait

Let it fall into place

'Cause I keep going over

The things that could come from me feeling this way (Way)”

She was having second thoughts here. Her fear took over. Fear is the most powerful tool in the world. It makes you do unimaginable things and it makes you not do what you really want.

“And I don't wanna play (I don't wanna play)

This emotional game (This emotional game)

But when you pull me closer

I cannot deny that I want you to stay”

BUT, she finally gave in. She overcame her fear by finally admitting to herself that she wanted her, and not just physically. The ‘stay’ is tricky because if it's read just like that, it only means a physical action, but for Camren? It means so much more. An example that comes to mind now is the ‘It's almost 2AM and I can't ask you to stay’ that we find in Feel It Twice. For them, the ‘stay’ is not just a physical action. It's deeper. It means staying with each other. It means staying/being together.

After the bridge, we have the post-bridge and then the chorus again (in which that raspy, mature high-note occurs on the “I cannot deny this love”, which honestly leaves me dead every time) which I've already explained, so that's it, dear @camilalauren0327. All Night is a song about Laur's acceptance of her feelings for Mila.

I hope you liked it, and, I don't know where you live, but I hope you're having a wonderful summer or a beginning of winter. Sending you a hug 🤗

For you guys, on the other hand, I hope you too are having a wonderful summer or a beginning of winter wherever you live 😊 I'll try to keep answering your asks whenever possible until I get home in September (damn places with no connection and only one wi-fi).

Always remember to be kind, to others and to yourselves. Be a good example. Be patient. Be safe and take care of yourselves. Don't let our ship sink. Keep shipping them, but please respectfully 🙏🏼 Sending you virtual love and hugs 🤗🤗🤗 I love you, babies. Always with love, F ❤️