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supremeinlilac · 3 years

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In dusty pink silk (NSFW ish)

Pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6469

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, mild language, bondage, dirty talk.

A/n: MEKENZIE!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! So originally I was going to gift you a different Billie fic I’m working on, which more aptly fits your request of the reader being ‘abolutely railed by Miss Howard’, but this one is more unique so that’s why this one’s for your birthday :))

Originally this was going to be a lot more nsfw than it actually turned out to be. Also it was going to be around 2k, but i mean, whoops :)

Billie had decided to treat you for your birthday, surprising you with a fancy car which pulled up to your house an hour after she’d texted you from her work demanding you dress yourself up for her, you could practically see her deep set smirk and playful quip of her brow when you read it. She’d been apologetic that morning, about having to work on your special day, promising to get off early and make it up to you between sleepy kisses and wandering hands.

You were happy enough to busy yourself while she was gone, treating yourself to a trip into town and a browse of yours and Billie’s favourite lingerie shops, wanting to surprise her that night. It was inevitable with Billie Dean that somewhere in her making up to you, you would end up stripped bare and clutching at the satin sheets of your bed while she nipped and sucked at delicate flesh.

The medium spoiled you dearly, peppering you with gifts and trips, loving to see you in clothes she’d bought you, or rather, liking much more to slowly peel them off you and be a massive tease about it. That was Billie all over. While dressing that night, you decided to play her game. It was your birthday after all, you deserved to have a little fun with your girlfriend, especially after she’d left you alone for the whole day.

The car had pulled up to your favourite restaurant and a suited man had taken your hand to guide you in; another thing that Billie liked, she loved to show you off and make a big thing about your dates. You secretly loved it, loved her possessiveness and that she’d make a big deal of anything that she’d be seen publicly doing with you. Be it a date or shopping or a red carpet event, Billie was sure to dress you up and spare no expense in making sure you enjoyed yourself.

The gentle music and low lighting in the restaurant was a soothing familiarity as you looked for your girlfriend at the tables. She spotted you and rose out of her seat, placing her glass back down before waiting for you to join her, arms extended towards you in an invitation to step into them. Billie wore her delicate dusty pink silk blouse that she knew was your favourite, with flowing black pants and her signature pearls. It was a staple Billie Dean Howard look, which never failed to make you stop still in stunned silence at her effortless grace.

She greeted you with a chaste kiss before holding your waist at arms length so she could scan your outfit, nodding in approval, eyes softening as she pulled you in for another kiss. You’d worn the navy dress that Billie had bought you back from a trip to New York last year you both loved. It had long laced sleeves and slightly layered skirt that would pick up in the wind, or when Billie would ask you to twirl for her whenever you wore it.

“You look gorgeous, darling.” She praised, cupping your jaw gently with her acrylic nails, thumb brushing over your cheek fondly as you blushed with her words. “Happy birthday.” You returned her compliments, pulling her into the booth behind you and settling yourself against the wall behind your back.

You sat next to each other in a cosy booth, facing the rest of the restaurant, like you always did when you came here, wanting to be closer than sitting opposite allowed. You both sat slightly twisted on the cushioned bench, angled towards the other so talking and being able to watch each other was easy, even sat like this.

Once you’d both ordered, you fell into comfortable conversation about your individual days, you telling Billie about being recognised in town, and her about where she’d been working. It had been the lost soul of a child she’d explained; too complicated of a case to be simply wrapped up in a single day.

The food arrived promptly, under silver platters that made you glance at Billie, amused at her theatrics; she’d clearly been planning this for a while. The waiter revealed your favourite dish before commenting about enjoying the food before he departed with a quick thanks from you both. Pecking Billie on the cheek, you lifted your glass up and motioned for her to do the same.

“Thank you for this, Billie, it’s perfect.” You chimed your glasses together and sipped at them, eyeing each other over the delicate rims. She smiled affectionately, nails drumming on the glass as she watched you eat.

“Well you deserve perfection, my gorgeous girl, nothing less. But don’t think that this is all I have planned for you tonight,” she quipped casually. Raising her brow, her tongue poked at the inside of her cheek as her lip curled into a smug grin as you coughed into your food, attempting to hide your flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

You weren’t going to let Billie get the upper hand, you knew she’d run with it if you let her, teasing you till you begged. You weren’t going to beg tonight, you’d decided. Clearing your throat and subtly glancing across the room to make sure the coast was clear, you turned towards your girlfriend, face excited as you spoke to drive her off your mischievous scent.

“Speaking of surprises, give me your hand. Close your eyes.”

“What are you-” she began to question, leaning back to try to see past your palm that was blocking her vision to what you were doing. You pouted at her protests, batting your eyelashes and looking up at her through them with the most innocent face you could muster before cracking into a smile and a laugh.

“Please Billie, for me?”

She huffed, shifting in her seat as she held out her open palms towards you and closed her eyes. You discreetly dipped your hand into your purse and removed the silk underwear that you had purposefully neglected to put on before leaving, before balling it up and placing it into Billie’s waiting palms. You closed her hands back around the panties before sitting back against the wall and finishing your drink quickly.

“You can open them.”

You’d made sure that her hands were hidden under the table so that no one would see when she opened her hands, but unfortunately for Billie, she brought them back above the table and uncurled them slowly. The sound that left her throat made you laugh behind your hands, a strangled yelp as she moved her hands back under the table as fast as she could upon seeing what was clasped in them.

You were the one smirking now, Billies cheeks flushed as she opened and closed her mouth, flustered at the dusty pink silk panties in her lap that she’d just presented to the restaurant. Running her fingers over the smooth material, laying them flat out on her lap while you watched, nonchalantly eating a forkful of your meal. Realisation finally hit her, eyes widening as she quickly bunched them back up and slipped them into her pocket, safe and out of sight.

“Are you-” Billie let out a low groan, eyes darting up to watch as a waiter approached the table. “Are you not wearing any-”

“Why don’t you touch me and find out?” You interrupted suggestively, voice low as you nodded, smiling to the waiter who was filling up your wine glass, keeping your face straight and unaffected. Normally Billie was the one who initiated and revelled in any sort of fooling around in public, you’d just decided to spur her on a bit tonight.

Her trembling hand found your knee, nails scratching at your skin in an attempt to gain back any type of control over the situation. To her surprise, you let your legs fall open immediately, a silent invitation. Usually she would have to coax them apart while you tried to remain calm and unaffected by her touch but not tonight. You knew that Billie had made it harder for herself tonight, ensuring that the wait staff never let your glass go unfilled and always be on watch for something you may need. This meant that you could steadily drain your glasses and make sure Billie never had the privacy she wanted while she had her hand up your dress.

Laughing politely at something a waitress was saying, you let your hand find Billies, guiding her fingers to slip under the fabric of your dress, slowly up the inside of the thigh; the whole time keeping up your conversation with the woman stood at the table. You could feel Billie’s eyes on the side of your face, narrowed and predatory, knowing that she couldn’t quite believe your boldness at the stunt you were pulling.

At the very first brush of her fingertips against your bare centre, Billie had pulled her hand back, face red as she continued to eat. You could see a thin sheen of sweat above her brow that glistened under the low glow of the booth, signalling that she was fully turned on but trying to mask it.

The rest of the meal was rushed, per Billie’s hushed and frantic request for you to hurry up so you could both leave. Paying compliments to the chef, you requested that he call a taxi for the pair of you but billie was already dragging you outside.

In the cool nights air, Billie was already pressing a cigarette between her lips, catching it tightly in her teeth and letting the whisps of her breath curl up between it as she exhaled. The flint of the lighter sparked harshly in the dark, the flame dancing in the breeze and you brought you hands silently to cup the end of the cigarette so she could light it. The whole exchange was silent, knowing what the other needed without needing to ask, it was simply why you and Billie worked.

“God you’re so hot like that,” she husked, dragging at the lit cigarette deeply and leaning back against brick. She let her head fall against the wall, eyes closed in thought before she quickly opened them and stared at you where you stood, fingers tugging at your sleeves to pull them over cold hands.

“I can’t wait to get you home and ruin you.” She spoke candidly, as if voicing a fleeting thought, before returning her head to rest against the wall and breathing out a trail of smoke which dissipated quickly as the furls raced each other like children into the sky.

You shuffled towards her, leaning your head on her shoulder and humming in agreement to her statement, you loved it when Billie got in a state in public, because she’d just continue to build and build and it would explode in throngs of excited dominance when you finally got back into some sort of privacy.

Pulling the panties back out of her pocket, she held them up under the lamp light, offering you her cigarette so she could use both hands to admire your new underwear. Her low moan rippled over the general hum of the city life, nailed fingers reaching to pull you close by your ass, a squeaked protest from your lips at her roughness.

“Are these new? You know how much I love you in this colour.”

At that moment the taxi rolled around the corner, bumping over the curve onto the sidewalk as you pulled away from your girlfriends touch. She took a final drag before putting the cigarette out against the brick and joining you in the back of the car, slurring her address slightly to the driver so you had to repeat it when he looked slightly confused.

Billie could barely keep her hands to herself in the back of the taxi, nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on your neck, wet vulgar sounds slipping from her mouth until you shushed her. You tried to protest, but she’d found your pulse point and began feverishly sucking a blooming bruise into your skin.

“Billie, babe. Just mhmm, 5 minutes, we’re nearly back.” Her hand kept finding its way back to your thigh, fingers brushing under material and forcing you to push her back. You noticed how the taxi drivers eyes kept darting to you both in the mirror, and you shot him a disgusted glare back when he met your eye as if to tell him to mind his own business.

***

The door lock clicked loudly when Billie kicked it closed behind her so she could frantically push you against the closest wall, mouth hot against your own and tongue pushed between teeth. You both moved further into the house, never breaking contact and stumbling over each others feet in your haste.

At one point, when the she was clawing at your dress as if trying to remove it, you’d collided with the corridor dresser and the jolt had sent a small ornament sprawling onto the floor with a clatter. The sound had made you both stop still and glance at the mess momentarily. It had only taken a single glance again at each other for you to erupts in peals of laughter as Billie went back to your neck, her kisses only interrupted by gasps of laughter. Against another wall, you felt Billie slip her thigh in between yours, instinctively grinding down on it in the haze of your arousal. She angled her leg upwards more, making you whimper helplessly against her lips, your hands on the wall and a nearby doorframe for support as your knees weakened under her expert touch.

You could feel your arousal sticky against your inner thigh as her leg moved within yours, and you could smell yourself in the air. Billie clearly noticed this too, pausing to smirk and make a teasing comment, hand dipping under the skirt of your dress to swipe two fingers up your thigh and pull back the glistening evidence to under your nose.

You’d taken this as an invitation to wrap your lips around them, tongue circling her digits and batting your eyes innocently up at Billie, who groaned, pushing herself down onto your leg. Releasing her fingers with a pop, you leant into another kiss, snaking and dancing your tongue flat against hers and allowing her to taste the sharpness of yourself that lingered. Another of the mediums throaty groans filled the silence, the sound eliciting a burst of heat in your stomach. The sounds Billie made never failed to make you throb with the distracting thrum of your heartbeat.

Billie laced her fingers with yours, pressing and pinning your hands against the wall above you as you dropped your head backwards to expose the tender flesh of your neck to the hunger of the older woman. She nipped below the curve of your jaw, teeth grazing and tongue soothing, inevitable marks that would have to be covered in the morning a stark contrast against the complexion of your flushed skin.

Hoisting you up against wall, hands roaming your butt after she let your hands slide down to her shoulders. She carried you into your bedroom, letting you kiss her while she looked where she stepped.

Hands above your head, Billie pulled your dress up and over, bunched in her hands as you wiggled around. “Quit that, no. Stay still goddamnit.” She frustrated, leaving the dress covering your eyes and dropping to leave trails of peppered kisses over your abdomen. You squealed above her, pulling at the dress until it freed and you were able to fling it hazardously across the room and bring your hands into her hair at your stomach.

Once you were bare before her, Billie gestured that you lie back against the pillows and watch her undress. It was something she enjoyed making you do, knowing that you ached to be the one peeling the clothes from her body, loving that she could deny you that and make you watch her strip painfully slowly.

Tonight she had no patience for the slow torturing display she usually showed, instead pulling her shoes and pants off without even making eye contact with you, not that you would complain.

In her haste, you watched almost in slow motion as Billie’s nails caught in the thin fabric of her blouse, the soft ripping sound and the way the silk catches and tears down the middle from a button hole. You let out a nervous chuckle, as you often did in uncomfortable situations, still giddy from the laughter in the hallway.

Billie mumbled strings of incoherent curse words, getting herself tangled in the fabric as she tried to get out of it, which only served to rip it further, and prompt more swearing. “Fuck, I- oh for fucks sake! I love this top.” Now out of the top, she held it to her mouth and screamed into the fabric. All at once you felt entirely too exposed and sexual while she stood before you having a literal tantrum. Your oversized sleeping T-shirt poked out from under your pillow and you tugged it free, pulling it over your head.

You could sense that the unexpected and sudden demise of that fucking blouse had turned Billie right off, and as much as you wanted to kiss her until she forgot about it and drag her into the bed with you, you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore that ‘kicked puppy’ look that she now had, looking at the top clutched in her hands.

You edged off the bed and came up behind her, hands wrapping around her waist to meet on the flat of her stomach; your lips coming to press at the warm skin of her shoulder. She dropped the blouse with a sigh, swivelling in your embrace to face you as you rocked her comfortingly. You both fell into a slow swaying rhythm, her arms around your neck and chin on the top of your bowed head. She continued to stare at the blouse.

“Come here babe, lets just cuddle and watch a film, eh?” You took her hand again in your own, other easing her eyes away from the top that lay crumpled where she’d dropped it to look at you.

Nodding, Billie let you lead her to the bed, watching you lay against the pillows before you looked to her and she sunk into your arms. Nestling her head into your chest and inhaling your comfortable smell and fingers clutching your stomach, she tucked her hands under herself.

“I’m sorry for killing the mood.” She mumbled against the skin of your still hot chest, trying to lift her head to meet your eyes with her apologetic ones. You shushed her, not wanting to hear her apologies, you knew the sentimentality of that blouse. “Can we just sleep instead?”

You hummed gently in response, “of course we can”, fingers reaching to run your through her knotted hair. You picked up a book with your other hand so you could read while Billie listened to the gentle thrum of your heart. As much as you’d wanted to be intimate sexually with her on your birthday, this was almost better, having her laid against you, allowing the two of you to just be together. This was a different kind of intimacy, one which you never tired of.

“Happy birthday,” Billie breathed sleepily, adjusting herself so so was closer to you, nose pressed into your neck.

When you felt the rise and fall of her chest even out and slow against your stomach, you pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her hair, fingers continuing to brush through her hair and rake lazily up and down her arm.

The last thing you did was reach out with your foot to hook the sheets and bring them up to your hand so you could drape them messily over your entwined bodies, and gently removing Billies rings and necklace, placing them carefully on the nightstand.

***

The next morning Billie had to leave early, called in to deal with the child who was wrecking havoc in the old house she’d been in the day before. Before leaving, she’d picked up her blouse from the floor, holding it up to inspect the damage done the last night.

“Irreplaceable, this blouse.” She’d said, the upset barely hidden in her voice as she poked three fingers through the rip in the front.

“Can’t you just buy another one?” You asked, sympathetic pout on your face at the sight of her with the ruined top which you knew was her favourite.

“I could” she mused, bunching the material up in her fingers and bringing it up to her nose, “but I’ve had this one since before my show picked up. It holds a special place in my heart. I actually wore it in that murder house I told you about.”

You nodded, having been told all the stories about that house from Billie, and the people who inhabited it. She’d offered to take you, introduce you to the ghosts she’d befriended over the years but you’d shaken your head, you didn’t like to get yourself mixed up in the contents of her job.

Billie ruffled your hair slightly, which was still tussled from the activities of the previous night, where you sat in the bed with the sheets drawn up under your chin. She placed the ripped blouse on the chair by the door, before leaving you alone with a parting wave and smile. Hearing the door slam closed below you, you crawled off the bed to pick up the blouse and smell it just as your girlfriend had done minutes earlier.

***

Weeks later, and you were struggling to keep your excitement at bay; you had a surprise for Billie, but wanted to wait for the right time to give it to her. She’d been extremely busy over these past weeks, and the time had never felt right when she was so distracted by work, despite your growing and bubbling anticipation.

That very evening, Billie had come home extremely frustrated, she was quick to snap and her hair was tousled as if she’d been running her hands through it. At the dinner table she’d looked like she was about to cry when she recounted her day and how her producer had been moody and short tempered all day, bringing down your moral and mood as the filming session dragged on.

Her acrylics had tapped anxiously on the table when you’d gone to plate up the food, you presumed that the contents of her bad day meant she was being clingy and just wanted to be close to you. Your predictions were proved correct when you felt a pair of slender arms slip carefully around your waist from behind, and a chin rest in the crook of your neck when you plated up.

Her hand had been on your thigh the whole meal, insistent that she keep contact with you at all time, so you’d snaked your hand into hers and entwined your fingers. It had meant you had to then eat with your non-dominant hand, which was no easy feat; but for the appreciative smile on Billie’s face you ignored the mess you were making.

After eating, Billie mumbled something about going to the bathroom, and in that moment you decided that you would give her her present, to cheer her up, or if nothing else, to distract her from her horrendous day. Pressing a fleeting kiss to her knuckles, you let her traipse away and out of sight. Waiting for the familiar click of the bathroom door, you shovelled down the rest of your food and gathered the plates up and into the sink.

You slipped quietly away from the table in Billies brief absence, quickly changing into something more suitable under your clothes for what you had planned, before retrieving the small wrapped box from atop the wardrobe. You’d had to balance on a chair to reach it, almost loosing your balance in your haste and having to catch yourself on the wall to stop you from falling.

Returning into the kitchen where Billie was back, examining her nails at arms length on the table. She raised her head as you entered, opening her arms and gesturing for you to sit on her lap with a quick pat. Still keeping the gift concealed behind your back, you approached her and perched sideways on her thighs, so that you could see her face when you revealed the box.

You brought the package from behind you, offering it to her on an outstretched palm with an eager smile and bright eyes. With your other hand you pushed the hair that framed Billie’s face behind her ear and secured it with a clip from your own gently, so that you could see how her face softened and beamed at the present.

“Oh sugar, what have you got here?” She sounded genuinely surprised, taking the box from your fingers delicately and smiling at it before the smile suddenly faltered and she turned to you, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Wait, it’s not our anniversary is it? You know I’m so bad with dates.” She rambled, speaking quickly and you could tell she was gearing up to apologise for her forgetfulness, so you halted her fretting with a quick kiss to her temple. Shaking your head affectionately at her antics,

“Can’t a girl spoil her girlfriend without an ulterior motive?” You spoke, bringing your arms around her neck and hugging yourself into her. Your voice was shrouded in a hilt of arousal, barely masked as you breathed against the skin of her cheek, fingers resting on her shoulders which you playfully squeezed. Billie cocked her brow at you, picking up on your tone and joining in.

“Has been 2 years since I spoke to you at that party?” She teased, nudging her shoulder into yours softly. She was joking of course, although she didn’t doubt that you’d be able to recount the date nonetheless. You always did remember such tiny details that everyone else would overlook, but she loved you for it; how you always baked her cookies or made little keepsakes to commemorate tiny anniversaries.

Her fingers pulled deftly at the ribbon on the box, swiftly freeing it so she could begin to coax the lid slowly from the rest of the box. Under the delicate layer of tissue paper that you’d decided to put in as a last minute detail, Billie found two long dusty pink silk pieces of material, tied into knots leaving wrist sized gaps to show just what their intended use was.

She let out a small initial gasp at the sight of new things for her to use on you in the bedroom, eyes shining and lip pulling up into a smirk. While she ran her fingers over the material, you waited for the penny to drop in her mind, watching her stop in recognition and turn, eyes sparkling to you once again.

“Is this-”

“I know that nothing can replace that blouse, it was your favourite. I wanted to do something so that you could keep it and use it for… umm, other things” a blush swept over your cheeks and you hid yourself in the crook of Billie’s neck.

“Baby,” the medium fawned, softly drawing you out of hiding with a kiss to your hair and a hum of thanks at your thoughtfulness, “I love them.”

“How did- who made them?” Billie questioned, tentatively lifting one out of the box, running the material around one of her wrists as she would put on a watch. You brought your fingers nimbly down to the silk around her wrist, tying it neatly into a bow and watching as she extended her arm as you always saw her do to admire her new nails; this time to let the light of the kitchen lightly catch and shimmer off the material. It looked like the picture of Billie as a child, attending her high schools prom with her then boyfriend, dusty pink corsage hanging off her wrist delicately.

“I called Enzo, you know Enzo… made your dress for your shows premier?” Billie nodded in recollection, she loved his work; she still got compliments on her dress from months ago, ironically, a faded pink flowing gown. “Anyway I asked him if he’d help me make them, and well, he showed me how and, well yeah.” Your voice bubbled off into silence as you took the other tie out of the box, teasingly wrapping it over her shoulders and allowing it to hang as you pulled her into kiss, lips parted in silent invitation.

Billie pulled back from the kiss with one last peck, eyes drawn back to the silk tie on her wrist and smile pulling at the corner of her lips again as she felt flattered and loved with how much thought and effort you’d put into the gift for her.

It was so original, so dirty, so very you of you to have thought to turn her best blouse into a sex toy.

“Thank you, you cutie. They’re perfect.”

Your eyes flicked down from her face to the beautiful curve of her jawline which you brought a hand up to cradle and thumb at slightly, to the swell of her breasts beneath the soft fabric of her dress. It was an action that didn’t go missed by Billie, who leant into you to pull your earlobe teasingly into her teeth.

“What are you thinking in that pretty little head of yours? Are you being dirty baby? Are you thinking about my boobs?” You squirmed in her lap, heat rising in your chest and dropping into your stomach at her words.

“Are you thinking of my fingers inside of you; don’t think I don’t see you staring baby girl.” She husked, licking a stripe up the shell of your ear and finding the dip of your waist in strong fingers, squeezing as if to make a point. You moaned breathily, arching into her touch and trying to catch the breath that she’d stolen from you.

“Do you-” you stopped, biting your lip and blinking at her when her hands dropped to pull at your ass, dragging you further into her and against her thigh as she did.

“Use your words, don’t be embarrassed.” She cooed, voice light and mocking, she loved to tease you about how shy and flustered you’d get when having to tell her what you’d been thinking or what you wanted her to do to you.

Pulling her hand from your butt with yours, you raised the arm that had the silk tied at the wrist until it was positioned between your faces. “Do you want to use them now?” You asked, teeth pulling at your lower lip as you fought the urge to look away in embarrassment at your brash boldness, waiting for her response.

Reaching for her glass, Billie swigged the remainder of the whiskey before slamming the glass back heavily against the table and fisting her hand in your hair, pulling you into a fierce kiss in answer to your question. Her tongue was hot with the taste of the whiskey, infused with the smoke that she usually tasted of when you kissed her, and you whined against her mouth.

“Okay, come on then,” she coaxed, easing you off her lap so that she could stand and grasp you hand with her own, practically pulling you behind her towards the stairs. As you followed, you watched the way she’d glance back to you ever few seconds, catching your eye and flashing you an involuntary grin each time.

You loved the way Billie would hitch up her dress when she ran up the stairs, even though none of her dresses were long enough to be an actual trip hazard. It meant that you could see a slither of the exposed flesh of her thigh as she moved, teasing and inviting you to follow.

The bedroom was warm, cosy when you entered and Bille ran her hands against the smooth material of the bed, slowly and in a way that made you squirm even more. Watching her fingers stroke against the sheets while the other hand undid the top button of her dress made your mouth dry and you lick your lips in anticipation.

As always, you waited for her permission and instruction to take off your clothes and when she did you wasted no time. Almost tripping over your own feet taking your socks off had Billie laughing from where she was stood, where she was currently laying the silk on the foot of the bed ready for her to use.

She approached you, motioning with a single finger to turn around and if you weren’t so in a rush to be naked and squirming beneath her on the bed, you probably would have stared at the way her new nails looked when she slowly circled one finger to tell you to turn. She deftly pulled the zipper of your top down your spine, tapping your shoulder blade to indicate you could continue as she walked towards the mirror on the counter.

Once you’d stripped out of your clothes, leaving you in your pink silk lingerie set which always sent Billie frantic against you, you approached her, coy smile on your face as you watched her finish tying her hair up. You loved it when she’d bunch it up so it wouldn’t get in the way, because it always was so messy and you’d tease her about it endlessly.

“Look at my girl, matching with my new present.” She purred, palms smoothing up your arms and down the side of your ribs, scraping over the silk material of your bra.

Capturing your lips with her own, Billie wrapped the silk around your waist and used it to pull you effortlessly flush against her body, hands falling to your waist. You tangled your fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck, a strangled whine falling from her lips that you were pulling at her hair that she’d only just done.

“Do you want you your hand tied at your front or behind your back, baby girl?” Billie asked innocently, holding the silk ties up between your faces and running the fabric against your lower lip where she’d just bitten with her thumb.

“Behind my back, please” you breathed, pushing your face against hers, nuzzling into that comforting smell of cigarettes and smoke that always lingered on her clothes. She hummed, nodding as she turned you around and you felt her gathering your hands together in one of hers while the other brought the smooth material to bind them together.

“You like being face down, ass up on my bed, hm?” the medium husked as she tied the silk in quick knots, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear as she worked. Her words made your chest swell with colour, the heat dropping straight to your core and making you grind your hips backwards and into hers.

“Ah, ah, ah” she tutted, fingers snaking round to claw at your throat and to hold you at an angle which made touching her impossible, in spite of all your whining. Once satisfied that you wouldn’t try to touch, Billie guided you onto the bed face down with a soft flop, landing a small pat to your ass as if to exaggerate her point. She did this before quickly disappearing out of your line of sight, hands in her hair as she fixed the do that you’d pulled at in your arousal.

The silk was cool against the delicate skin of your wrists as you tested the bounds, finding that they were tight enough to restrain you while you lay relaxed; but with enough effort you could evade them. Smiling slightly, you allowed your cheek to rest on the pillow beneath you to wait for Billie to slowly and teasingly undress while you lay still.

Some nights Billie would tie your wrists tighter, she’d thrill in the way you squirmed against the sheets in protest knowing that you were completely at her mercy. On those nights she enjoyed the chase, enjoyed the sense of full control, and you were more than happy to give her that.

This night however, like many others, Billie loved to fuck you with the knowledge that you could quite easily free yourself if you chose. She loved knowing that it was the deep trust that you both shared that kept you in the silk ties instead of being forced, it was more meaningful and sensual to her. You would allow her to do almost anything, and the loose silk binding your wrists acted as a reminder of that.

“I love you.” You breathed, her hands coming to run up the exposed curve of your spine, goosebumps prickling in their wake as she brought her lips to the nape of your neck.

She hummed, trailing her nails down the skin of your arms so they left puffy pink lines in their wake. The crescent lines of teeth lay marked in your skin from where Billie Dean had sunk her mouth into your shoulder, soothing the heat of the area with a blow of cool air and a chaste kiss.

“Billie.” You choked out, eager for her hands to dip between your legs. She was getting you too worked up with her lips against your skin, for you to go much longer in this state of heightened anticipation. Your desperate plea had Billie pulling away from you entirely, a grumble falling from you with the lack of contact.

You could hear that she had sat back behind the line of your vision on her knees, and you could practically see the smirk that was undoubtably painted on her face at your neediness. You huffed impatiently when she didn’t reply, when your skin cooled from the lack of her touch.

Chancing a glance backwards over your shoulder, you caught the playful glint of lust in the whites of Billie’s eyes. She swatted at your butt, prompting you to face back away from her, waiting as she repositioned your body to her liking, so your chest still lay against the sheets and your knees propped your ass up in the air.

You felt her thumb graze over your clit, barely pressing against the silk of your panties. Despite the ghost of a touch, you jerked backwards into it, needily searching for friction against her fingers. You heard Billie cooing you, hushing your desperate whines and stilling your hips with a strong grip.

“Patience baby. Let me make up for your birthday, okay.”

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depressedacadamia · 3 years

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Fight Me Part 2

Summary: Nico prepares for his date but it seems someone has forgotten.

Warnings?: Nothing much. A bit of kissing. Some fluff.

A/N: FJLKJLHGK, I completely forgot that i wrote this and that i was gonna write a part 2. Anyway, my exams are next week and i haven't revised so wish me luck. Little tribute for @thebigqueer and their old blog description of ‘people make fun of me because I’m short but I can reach their knees’ because lateron, Nico embodies that. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! <3 from me!

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It was 7:30

Will was late.

“Hello?” Nico turned around. “Anybody here?”

The sun was going to set in around an hour and half and somehow, the sky was already getting darker. Nico could feel the sun's rays getting weaker and the warmth slowly draining away.

He had a small bag clutched in his hand with a collection of his favourite mythomagic cards and a couple of sandwiches and some bottles of juice. It certainly wasn’t a banquet but at least it was something and Nico had assumed that Will would have had a tiring day after working in the infirmary during a day of capture the flag ( The Ares kids were always involved).

He lifted his wristwatch to his line of view to glance at the time, noticing that the time was moving annoyingly fast. If it continued like this, it would be sunset and Nico would have officially been stood up. He could feel his chest prickling in anxiety from the idea- that all along it was a sick joke, made only so everyone could make fun of him.

“Hello? Anybody?” It was almost eight and Nico was getting agitated. Sure it was normal to be a bit late, even if it was a date that Will had asked him on but 45 minutes? 45 minutes late to a date? Nico was finally so sick of pacing behind his cabin like a loser, he worked up the nerve to march over to the infirmary to give Will a piece of his mind.

As Nico entered what he believed to be the infirmary, he questioned if he was in the right place. Then it hit him. The infirmary was so crowded, Nico couldn’t even recognise it. It was full of campers, from many different cabins, all covered in injuries and blood. This room, to surgeons, was like candy but with blood, which as Christina Yang had said- was way better,

That was only, of course, if you weren’t meant to be on a date with your cute ex-patient.

To Will, the sudden influx of patients infuriated him. He was meant to be having the best date of his life with Nico but instead, he ws here treating all these stupid injured buffalos who were too incompetent to prevent themselves from being injured.

“Next time, if an Ares kid threatens to break your leg, you should take them more seriously,” Will sighed as he finished the cast on the Athena camper’s leg. Weren’t these ones meant to be smart, Will thought.

His eyes searched across the infirmary, for the next most urgent patient; as head of the Apollo cabin, he was in charge of the infirmary which at first had sounded great. Now, he realised, it was not.

He was about to assist on setting a broken arm but he saw another healer get there first and simultaneously, he saw a very recognisable set of onyx eyes that came with a stunning appearance.

Nico was wearing black skinny ripped jeans with a chain hanging by the waist of it. His stygian iron sword that never left his side was being held to his waist with a skull strap and Nico’s eyeliner was absolutely perfect. Winged and angelic, his eyes were standing out like never before. Nico had been a bit nervous about wearing eyeliner outside of his cabin, but after much persuasion from Hazel, Jason and Percy, he had agreed to wear it.

Will thought he felt his mouth drop. But then, he felt his heart drop. Why was Nico in the infirmary? Was he involved in the fight? Was he hurt? Will rushed over to Nico, pushing through the injured masses, ignoring their shouts and snaps of discomfort. He waded through them like thick oceans of blood until he managed to spot Nico’s hand, decorated with expensive looking rings.

“Nico,” Will gasped, his eyes running up and down, scanning his body for injuries. “What are you doing here? Are you okay?”

Nico’s winged eyes squinted. “ What am I doing here? Did you forget?”

Will’s mouth opened and then closed again, his brain clearly racking for what he had forgotten.

“Our date. You were meant to meet me an hour ago,” He mumbled, raising his wrist to his face, checking the time once again.

Will’s face dropped, his expression ghostly. “ No! No, no, I can’t have forgotten- it wasn’t today. I could have sworn it wasn’t today.” He turned to Nico. “ It wasn’t today, right?”

“It was today.”

“Fuck.”

“That’s a good response, at least,” Nico murmured, kicking his boots at the bloodied tile floor.

“I'm so sorry. I got hoarded with patients, like hoarded. The Ares kids had some new weapons made today and the Hephaestus kids thought it would be fun to mess with them. Somehow the Athena kids got involved and I think there are some Dionysus kids who got involved just for the drama.” Will grabbed Nico's hands, squeezing them with such intensity, Nico feared they might break.

When Nico looked at Will’s face at that moment, he knew he was going to say ‘yes’ to whatever was about to be asked of him. Whether Will just wanted some gum or if he wanted to burn the entire world; there was something alluring in those eyes that Nico could simply never deny. “Nico, fuck, please give me another chance. I know I shouldn't have stood you up like that and I really wasn't planning to. It’s just, we got so many patients all at once that it completely slipped from my mind and-”

“-I’m not mad. A bit annoyed, yes, but I get it. You have people to fix. Go do your job.” Nico paused for a moment. “But one thing. Next time you almost stand me up, a note or a messenger would have been nice.”

Will frowned. “I thought I sent a note?”

Nico paused again. Did he send a note? Nico’s memory racked- did anybody come to give him a note? He couldn’t distinctly remember it.

The only thing he remembered was someone running to his cabin, panting and him slipping himself into the shadows, avoiding whichever body had come wandering into his domain- he had not been in the mood to interact with anybody other than Will (Or maybe Hazel or Annabeth because they always knew what to say and when to say it).

Woops.

“Oh, That note you mean. I might have hidden from the messenger in the shadows…” Nico trailed off, looking everywhere but Will. Expecting a loud scoff or perhaps a jeer, Nico could feel his hands clenching up, ready to get him out of this situation. But when he heard a little giggle and saw Will giving him a genuine little smile and holding out his hand, he couldn’t help but be surprised.

“I know that I’m currently meant to be working but I guess taking a little break couldn’t hurt. Besides, I haven't eaten a proper meal all day and those sandwiches look delicious.”

Nico happily let Will lead him to the room reserved for the staff who were in this case, just the Apollo kids. But then he stopped.

“You haven't eaten all day? Will, what the hell? You were nagging me the entire of my stay here to eat and you don't even do it yourself?”

“I do eat, it’s just sometimes, I forget to because everybody is being stupid and trying to fight their healers,” Will huffed as he grabbed a sandwhich and stuffed a bite into his mouth.

“What idiot tries to fight their healers?” Nico asked as he took a sip of juice. They were sitting in the corner of the ‘staff room’ which in reality was just the back room. It just had 2 bare beds for quick resting and back up medical supplies. There was a bare sink and a couple of cupboards which were most likely empty. The freezer however, had several pints of ice cream.

“Oh who tries to fight their healer? Must I remind you of your behaviour every time you're in this infirmary?”

Will opened a pack of chips that he had managed to snag from one of the other healers; he doubted they’d notice. Well, he hoped they wouldn't notice.

“I can’t be that bad.” Nico batted his hand in the air, his hand reaching over to Will’s pack of chips and stealing one. Will smacked his hand and gasped, showing his mock offence.

“Oi! Those are mine!”

“Says who?” Nico argued. “ I happen to know you stole them!”

“Yeah but finders keepers!”

“I will fight you for those chips,” Nico snarled. Will, smiling wickedly, held his front; not in the least intimidated by Nico's violent demeanor.

“Perfect, now we finally fight. After all, I did tell you that I’d fight you later when you were recovering.”

“I’ll turn you into ashes.”

“Nu uh, I don’t think so. Remember I have regeneration,” Will boasted. They were both now standing, their food abandoned on the table.

“If I remember correctly.” Nico moved forward for the attack, “You told me you wouldn’t fight me because you knew I would win.”

Will gave a smirk. “You were ill. I couldn't tell you the truth.”

Nico squinted his eyes and waited for Will’s punch. He didn’t expect for Will to be waiting for his; Oh right, Will always fights defensive

But then he realised that this could be used to his own advantage. He went in for an attack, his leg going round to kick the back of Will’s knees, making him buckle to the floor. Nico was aiming to disable him from moving, not hurt him.

I may be short, but that just means I can reach your knees.

Will let out a rueful laugh, the game was on. Just as when Nico went to grab Will's arm, Will used his other arm to grab Nico and used all his strength and Nico’s momentum to flip Nico onto his back so that when Nico looked up, He saw Will's smiling face.

Nico rolled away, quickly forcing his way up. They both stood facing each other, none of them throwing a punch or a kick. They were dancing around each other, around their feelings. Nico ran into Will and used every force in his favour to force Will to fall onto the bare bed behind him. They landed safely with an oomph and immediately Nico got to work in immobilising him.

Nico quickly straddled Will, trying to grab his arms but Will, while not the fastest, was relatively strong. He managed to grab Nico’s arm, stopping him from being trapped. He then used all the strength he could summon from his abdominal muscles and managed to flip Nico so that it was him holding both of Nico’s arms above his head, effectively pinning him to the bed.

Nico struggled but Will was too strong. He had tried to flip Will back onto his back but it was too hard so he settled for trying to wrestle his wrists out of the blond boy's grasp. They were panting and their faces were close enough that they could feel each other's warm breath on each other's face.

Nico felt his eyes being drawn to Will’s lips and then his ocean blue, like eyes. It was a magnet being drawn across Will's face and Nico had no choice but to follow it everywhere. From the perfect slant of his cupid’s bow at his lips and the fullness of his lips to the half lidded eyelids that covered his deep eyes. The eyes that we're currently analysing Nico’s face, in the same way he was doing to Will’s, right this moment.

Will felt Nico’s wrists stop resisting as much in his grasp as his eyes slowly drifted to his own. Their eyes locked. Ocean Blue met Onyx. The sea had met the depths of the earth and it was only the roaring sound of their own blood being pumped ferociously by their hearts that acted as the soundscape of the ocean as Will lowered his lips to meet Nico’s in the most tentative of kisses.

Their lips brushed gently, as a taster and then, Nico slipped one of his supposedly trapped wrists out of Will’s hands and slid it around Will’s neck, pulling him to deepen the kiss. Will’s face felt heated as he moved his hands from above Nico’s head to cup his face; he could feel the heat radiating from it.

They broke apart- only for a second- but alas, even that felt like too much. Their lips found each other again, even in the darkness of the room, due to sunset and yet they were only in the dark for a matter of seconds. Nico, despite having his eyes closed, could feel the soft glow of Will’s skin.

“Hey Will, Where did ya g-” The startled young healer was stunned before cringing immediately at their older brother.

“-Oh god, Will, My eyes! My eyes have been scarred, dear, good gracious Gods, Help me!”

Nico’s hands flew to Will’s chest, pushing him off while Will himself made an attempt to scramble off Nico. They keyword there being attempt, because the next thing he knew, Will had stumbled and managed to trip Nico into falling face first into Will’s chest, straddling him and thus making their situation so much worse.

“What do you want?” Will groaned at his younger sibling, as Nico climbed off him, slowly burying his face in his hands out of embarrassment.

“You have another patient to fix.” The kid was now holding his hands over his eyes- something that deeply irritated Nico.

“Oh calm down, it’s not like we were doing anythi-”

“-Nico!” Will cried. “ Go out and find someone to cover for me. Tell Kayla she’s in charge; I’m off for the night,” Will declared as he grabbed Nico’s hand, kicked open the back door and fled into the early night with Nico, hand in hand.

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cienie-isengardu · 3 years

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Lin Kuei: food

RELIGION <> ORIGINS / ARCHITECTURE <> FOOD <> FOR THE LIN KUEI <> ART <> CRYOMANCERS <> LIN KUEI SOCIETY <> MONEY & MATERIAL GOODS

The continuation of the morgianesffs-blog’s awesome list of questions about Lin Kuei. I initially divided them into smaller categories and the food will be the subject of the essay.

For the formalities, the original questions:

Food. What foods do they normally eat? What foods do they like? What foods don't they like? What foods do they absolutely love so much they'll stop what they're doing to get it?

I guess the Lin Kuei take on food may be stricte pragmatic one - they eat what is available. Preferable something that will keep them in top shape but everything will do, if necessary. Self-sufficiency and the art of survival are part of training so Lin Kuei would not have any second thoughts about eating stuff that people normally would not even think about. At the same time, there is a big chance that every adepts to some degree suffered from hunger and thirst, either as a part of punishment or test for endurance or a simply lack of skill to catch (steal) the food. I doubt the clan cares to feed warriors any fancy food, even more since the Lin Kuei headquarters (Temple / Fortress) is usually located in a harsh environment in which food is hard to grow to begin with. Because of this natural disadvantage, hunting seems like a good additional food source. It fed the clan but also gave opportunity for adepts / warriors to show their skills and gain experience (or in case of coming back with empty hands, bring them shame?). MK: Armageddon had the ice beasts marauding through the Arcika region - killing them could provide: food, furs, maybe some magic ingredients and safety.

Also, Lin Kuei knew about and used portals leading to Outworld - one of old comics, Battlewave #5, outright says the clan had a hidden passageway.

So the Lin Kuei could also get food from different realms, either by stealing the necessary stuff or as payment.. I kinda think that Lin Kuei has a system of related villages that serve the clan and satisfy the material needs like food and clothes. Maybe they pay tribute to the clan out of fear or maybe it is a more symbiotic deal?

Anyway, I don’t think the clan would spoil their people with any fancy food to keep the rigorous discipline in check - albeit the clan could put on a suitable feast in honor of a respected guest/client like Shang Tsung if the occasion required it. At the same time, I don’t think it is forbidden to taste new dishes once the warriors were on mission. Especially not on a long-term kind of job when clan members must pretend to be normal human beings.

Because of that I suspect that those warriors who work undercover in various parts of Earthrealm and/or Outworld may indulge in eating all sorts of food, from expensive to the cheapest trash food. Whatever the budget / occasion would allow them, at least. And who knows, maybe the warriors like to challenge each other to eat the weirdest possible food, as some sort of courage test? Or just for personal fun? You know, like many young people do taste the freedom once they are on their own, far away from a strict “family”?

At the same time, in times when there is not enough food, I can see the best parts or full portions being given to the most useful / essential members so the position in hierarchy may influence what and how much warrior is allowed to eat. Because let's be real here, (the old) Lin Kuei does not have a good track with empathy for weaklings.

Now, I’m gonna head into headcanon-ish territory, so keep that in mind, please.

I know it is a pretty popular joke (included even in the game itself as part of “friendship” finish moves) that Sub-Zero likes ice cream but honestly, I do think that cryomancers in fact prefer cold food over anything else.

(Human hybrid) Cryomancers are said to develop their powers as an young adults(*) and growing the freezing skills with passing time (which Bi-Han being the exception to the rule because he developed ice ability earlier than usual), so the older they get, their bodies are more and more adapted to hold the toll of cryomancer nature (like temperature dropping to negative degrees?). So getting inside them anything remotely warm sounds more like torture than feeding.

(Of course, it could be the other way, as needing the hot food to keep cryomancers from freezing from inside but the drastic temperature differences are not human-friendly. First aid in case of frostbite even cautions against heating the body too fast with too high a temperature to avoid negative effects. Which is why I’m sticking to cryomancers preferring cold food over anything warm)

The cryomancer kids may be less sensitive to the difference between temperature of their bodies and eaten food / drink - though I suspect cryomancer genes should not be dismissed even at such young age - but in all fairness, I can’t imagine Bi-Han or Kuai Liang eating anything else than raw food, preferably not touched by fire or at least deep-frozen / cold and ice-creams are both cold and can provide necessary minerals / calories to keep them going.

So yeah, I can totally see Bi-Han and Kuai Liang buying dozens of ice-cream boxes for breakfast, dinner and supper like it was the normal thing in the world. And probably keeping various deep-frozen foods in the fridge and eating it raw. To Tomas, Sektor or Cyrax’s horror, whoever was unlucky to be stuck with cryomancers on an undercover mission. Okay, I lied. Bi-Han would probably just send others to do the shopping so he would not need to deal with annoying people.

Bi-Han and Kuai Liang are capable of eating and drinking hot food because they were forced to learn that. That is why Kuai Liang was capable of brewing tea and why he used such a ceremony as a sign of good will toward Hanzo Hasashi even though drinking hot tea is, by nature, painful.

As for taste, I think both Bi-Han and Kua Liang like plain flavors. Especially Bi-Han with his minimalistic nature. Kuai Liang seems more willing to taste different food and drink under Smoke’s challenge or suggestion. Ice creams may be the exception but less because cryomancers care for taste in itself and more because they are okay to eat any flavor as long as it is cold and available. Otherwise, they may just freeze various liquids (water, milk, juice) and eat them as ice creams. Something that actually could be pretty frustrating for other warriors if they left a carton of milk out of sight for a moment only to find Bi-Han or Kuai Liang freezing it and eating its content with a spoon. Because of that, the idea of coffee or tea with milk could be problematic (controversial) matter. Bi-Han accepts only Hydro’s need for milk added to coffee or tea - once Hydro gets it, the rest of milk is a fair game. And Cyrax seems to be bold enough to guard any open carton of milk or juice and keep it out of reach of Bi-Han, especially if he was the one responsible for shopping.

(Also, if Bi-Han even decided to smuggle the outside food for young Kuai Liang, I think it wouldn’t be anything sweet. More like frozen french fries just to tell his little brother how earthrealm people eat it heated up. Just imagine the shock and outrage of little Kuai Liang at the human stupidity!)

Comics!Hydro, as a close companion of Bi-Han is the most used to weird cryomancers eating habits. Because of water-related powers, Hydro likes everything liquid or with liquid consistency - soups, broths, jogurths, smoothies, everything will do. Somehow not really into meat. Also, the one advantage of such power is that Hydro can feed on water if necessary.

In contrast to cryomancers, I imagine Tomas actually likes deeply fried or smoked stuff. Because without a fire there is no smoke and I like to think Enenra draws energy from fire / heat. Except the moments when Tomas is triggered by something from his past - then the smell or taste of burnt / burning meat (skin, hair) disgust him completely. May actually not like ice creams. Otherwise, he likes Czech food or in general, Central European / Central Eastern European cuisine because its taste is one of few things he remembers from his previous life. This is Tomas’ comfort food.

For me, Sektor with his obsessive behaviour is the one that tries to balance his food and reject the idea of eating anything for fun or out of curiosity. He wants to be in perfect shape and does not care for taste at all. To some degree, he also worries about how the foreign food will affect his strength, weight or body shape when on a long-term mission. The same as Bi-Han, Sektor is the last person that should be sent on shopping. However in case of the older Sub-Zero the problem lies in his abrasive nature and how he doesn’t conform to social norms (thus standing out too much) while Sektor won’t buy anything unless he reads the whole ingredients list and all additional information put on the package. Which means a shopping trip that takes like 10 minutes at best for other warriors usually takes Sektor around two hours, at least. You send him alone to shop for food and you are going to be hungry for the next few hours.

Considering how Cyrax is the most normal (balanced) Lin Kuei, he probably has the most healthy approach to food. Will eat anything that looks good, including fast foods ‘cause why not, it is cheap, edible and takeaway. And trust Cyrax to convince Sektor to eat that damn food too (the trick is to not let Sektor read what is - or is not - inside his meal). I don’t think Cyrax has a favorite kind of food because he doesn't like to limit himself. The same as Smoke, he may miss cuisine from his homeland but the general idea is to enjoy small pleasures like eating good food with companions.

Also, Cyrax is the only one that should be trusted with a shopping list if the Lin Kuei group for some reason ends in a shopping centre. A shopping list and the control over the trolley.

(Frost, like Bi-Han and Kuai Liang is all about cold / frozen food)

(*) From Mythologies Sub-Zero: “Sub-Zero learned of his ability as a young adult [...]. The ability to harness the element of cold is one that takes years of practice. It's full potential realized only by those who've mastered it at the latest stages of life. Sub-Zero's skills have the ability to develop much faster than those of the other Lin Kuei.” The fact that Bi-Han A) learned of his ability as a young adult and those B) develop much faster than usual at least suggest most modern cryomancers get their ice powers rather as grown up.

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honghunni · 3 years

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San Daddy top Oneshot (MLM)

requested

Contains:

Choking Daddy kink Scratching Restraint Public teasing after care suggested but not shown unsafe sex.

You met San a while back and had been talking kinda casually and hooking up whenever you could. You hadn’t really done anything super exciting, just normal vanilla sex when ever you got the opportunity as there usually wasn’t time to prepare for or do anything else. San lives with his members and you have a roommate and are both pretty busy so it didn’t happen often. It’s a bit stressful as everything has to be a bit secretive, you know what people can be like with their favourite idol. Luckily San knows a lot of exclusive places that people can’t exactly crowd around or get into unless they know someone, so he’s able to take you out occasionally. You like those places a lot since they are expensive.

Tonight San asked you to meet him at a restaurant at 5:00pm. It is currently 5:20pm;

He is late.

Usually you would be inside before he arrived and vice versa, but after a recent sasaeng incident they weren’t letting you in without San.

After some time you felt someone practically fall on your back.

“I’m sorry!” They said sounding almost like they were dying from being out of breath.

Obviously it was San.

“It’s like 10 degrees I’ve been waiting outside for like 20 minutes they wouldn’t let me in because you weren’t here.” You ranted at him

You were going to continue berating him until you saw the way he was looking at you.

“How am I supposed to be upset with you when you look at me like a sad lost puppy?”

You both walked in, San tripping a little bit at the enterance.

You went to this place a lot but you were always dazzled by the interior, it really didn’t look like much on the outside as it is intentionally inconspicuous.

“I won’t give you a limit this time you can get anything you want I feel bad for being so late.” He said spinning the menu on his finger

“It’s ok really, but since you said that I want this!” You pointed to the most expensive thing on the menu and you could see San’s soul leave his body through his eyes while reading the price.

“O-okay..” he said with a very dejected sigh.

You felt a little bit bad but the excitement of getting to eat a huge expensive meal overrided that very quickly.

“How has everything been going? I heard you were planning comeback.”

“Yeah we are but the usual publisher doesn’t want to do this one so we have to find another and the dance is a lot more complicated than the others so we’re constantly arguing right now and-“

As soon as you asked that a huge stream of words just poured out of him, he must not have had anyone to talk to about this.

After a few minutes of venting San simply put his head in his hands and sighed.

“Is this why you were late?”

San looked up. “What do you mean?”

“Did you forget you asked to have dinner with me because of all this? So you realised last minute and rushed here?”

San starts playing with the salt shaker on the table

“I debated not coming because I want you to always see happy San and not sad San but I also really wanted to see you but I forgot to message you and I couldn’t cancel because when I realised it was too late and-“

You placed your hands on his face

“Just forget everything that’s bothering you right now, ok? You’re here now and I require attention and you can’t give me attention if you’re stewing.”

The food came out and it looked even better than it did on the menu which literally never happens so you were very excited. San started tapping his feet while he was eating, it’s a sign he’s content but it is a little bit annoying so you put your feet on his to make him stop. He slid his feet out from yours and put his on top instead, smiling at you. It quickly became a game, one that you were clearly going to lose if you played by his rules. When he went to do it again you swiftly but gently put your foot right between his legs, he flinched so hard he hit the table with his knees and choked on his food. He leaned in and whispered. “You can’t just do that to me with no warning, what are you trying to gain?”

“What do you think I’m trying to gain?” You hissed.

San reclined back into his chair

“You know I actually already rented a motel, the members are all taking a break from eachother and they don’t expect me back for 3 days.” You knew exactly what he was suggesting because of how he was eyeing you. He suddenly started taking food off of your plate and put it on his. “You’re going to want to eat less, also I’m not letting this go to waste it cost me too much.” San spooned a huge amount of food into his mouth. You wanted to eat all of it, but honestly the meal you chose was too big for you anyway and now you have ‘extra plans’ so it’s probably best. He wrote an address down on a piece of paper and handed it to you like he often does, he stood up and leaned over the table close to your face. “Leave 10 minutes after me.” He quickly checked to see if anyone was obviously looking and kissed you on the forehead before leaving.

When you walked out there was already a taxi waiting to take you. It didn’t take too long for you to arrive. As soon as you walked into the door San hugged you tightly. “You take longer than I do, go wash up first there’s spare toothbrushes and stuff.” You went into the bathroom and San sat on his phone; after some time you walked out and he quickly got up for his turn and left his phone unlocked. You thought it would be harmless just to quickly look at what he was looking at, just a quick glance since you don’t really think it will be anything interesting. You read aloud to yourself what was on San’s phone screen. “San x Seonghwa daddy kink.” You quickly realised what you just read out loud and grabbed the phone to read the rest of the page. You felt a bit jealous, you were right here yet he was reading stuff about fucking someone else. You blinked and suddenly the phone wasn’t in your hand anymore, San had snatched it from you, he ran out so fast his hair wasn’t even dry it still wet. You won’t lie he did look kinda hot like that. He looked at his phone seeing what you were reading. “Why are you reading about you and Seonghwa? I’m right here! Are you bored of me or something?” San looked dismayed. ��N-No I don’t read them for that reason.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “I read them to see which members the fans want to see me interacting with and just to see what they are writing about.” “Is that really all? Are you into anything written in that fic?” You barked.

“Actually…I do like some of it,”

His answer both did and didn’t surprise you.

“And I also read them for ideas of things to try.” He took your hand and guided you to sit on his lap. You asked “What do you want to try?”

“I don’t know how much you read but I’m curious about pretty much everything that was on that page.” He held you close to him.

Since you had nothing to lose you decided to try.

You whispered in his ear “Daddy.” You felt his entire body tense. You looked at him and giggled a bit. “Do you like being called daddy?” He didn’t say anything he just started kissing you; a lot more amorously than you were typically used to. It was as if you suddenly triggered something in him you had never seen before. He pulled away. “Are you ok with pain?” He asked abruptly, you were already slightly out of breath. “I think I am but I’ll tell you if I really don’t like something.” He instructed you to take off your clothes and of course you agreed, he took off his shirt also. He grabbed the tie laying on the bedside table, he tied your hands together tightly with the tie. “Is that okay?” He asked. “Yes daddy.” You replied, as soon as you said that you felt the tie pull a bit tighter suddenly around your wrists. He tenses every time you call him that. He he ran his fingers through your hair lightly tugging occasionally and checking to see if you were receptive to it. He grasped your hair hard with one hand making you kneel in front of him and with the other hand taking out his dick. You couldn’t really react to what happened because he’d already forced himself into your mouth slowly fucking your throat. Despite the typical stereotypes of tops/doms being somewhat silent, San is very vocal, in part because he is sensitive, you were used to it but he was much louder than usual; clearly really enjoying being aggressive with you. After some time he finally let you breathe, loosening his grip on your hair.

“Are you okay?” He was checking on you again. “I didn’t say stop.” you responded. San shoved you onto the bed and hastily fixed the tail of the tie to the bed. He grabbed the bottle of lube that was provided in a complimentary basket by the motel and put it on his fingers. He gently inserted two of his fingers up to the second knuckle into you carefully sliding in and out. He was going almost painfully slowly, enough pressure for you to feel it but not enough for you to really get off on it. You were desperate for him to do more. "Please" you said, looking at him so he knew what you were asking. "Please who?" San snickered.

"Please Daddy." It was definitely more embarrassing to say this time, but you kind of liked that. He went faster and deeper. At some point he added a third finger, you're not really sure when he did that but you definitely noticed it after a while. He stopped after maybe 10 minutes, he looked at you and the condoms that were in the box with the lube and then back at you. "What if we didn't use one this time?" You had never really done it raw with San before, or anyone, but you thought about it for a bit. You definitely liked the idea of him cumming in you.

After you told him it was ok he grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him positioning himself between your legs and placed his hands beside your head. He leaned down putting his weight on you and kissed you while gently stroking your hair.

He moved down and softly licked and kissed your neck and then abruptly bit down hard and pulled your hair. He started biting up your shoulder and neck making sure he was leaving marks. Still biting down on your neck he eased himself into you. He sat up, held you down by your neck and fucked you slowly. "Can I do it harder?" San was already sweating a bit.

"Uh, of course you can you don't even have to ask."

San smiled a bit at your answer and tightly squeezed his hand around your neck fucking you much harder than before, his other hand, slightly shaking, gripping the headboard for stability.

He released his hand from your neck and gripped your thighs so hard you could feel his nails digging into your skin. He was going even deeper and his eyes keep fluttering closed and his moaning keeps getting lower pitched. You like how his voice almost sounds like a growl when he starts getting close.

He leaned over you again holding you to his body his lips up against your ear. "Beg for me to cum inside you." San dragged his nails down your side leaving welts.

"P-Please." You meekly pleaded.

He dug his nails into you harder, breaking the skin. "Do it properly." He said in a voice you don't think you ever heard come from him before.

"Please Daddy."

He grabbed onto your shoulders and fucked you harder than you think he ever has. It almost felt as if you were being punched in the stomach. You could hear his moans becoming more high pitched and his breath started becoming really shaky. You could feel him practically collapsing and he suddenly wrapped his hands around you tightly, biting your neck again. After a little while you felt him relax and he let go of your neck, San was panting heavily. He sat up after recovering for a few seconds and pulled out of you. He giggled a bit. "Wow, I came a lot, it's leaking out of you. You did too, I felt it when I was holding you." You saw he had cum on his stomach and chest from you and you did as well. He sat next you you and cuddled you gently. "Let's shower together." He said.

"But we both showered earlier," You said "It's a waste of water."

"We aren't paying for the hot water" San smiled.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez san #ateez san x reader #ateez san fanfic #ateez x male reader #san x male reader #kpop male reader

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minerstatus · 3 years

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Teyvat’s School for the Gifted

Summary: He's cruel, mean, and sadistic. Lumine cannot fathom why he has the followers he does, but she won't fall into his hands like the rest of them. It was unknown to her at that time how such a stance would cause the biggest uproar the schools ever seen.

This is the silly drama filled high school/college parody AU nobody asked for filled with Lumine not giving a shit and Childe trying to buy his way out of problems.

Ship: Lumine/Childe

Tags: Highschool AU, Enemies to lovers, Slow burn, Jealousy, lots of side ships.

Status: 5/? on Ao3

Chapter 1

The school located on an island inside the neutral zones between nations is a blessing for anyone without a swimming pool filled with mora. Without money you have to be gifted a vision to attend. That is why Lumine thought she would never be accepted to such a place. Instead cursed to live her life on a small farm on the outskirts of Mondstadt, killing small monsters for money to aid her ailing mother.

She had become quite the prodigy around the area. Her sword work was nothing to be trifled with. Some would even gush about what it would be like if she did have a vision. Then it happened, a strange string of life changing events.

She enjoyed spending her free time sitting under the statue of the seven in windrise. It gave her a reprieve from her day-to-day life of school, killing, then sleep. She polished her blade most days she sat there, enjoying the sounds of the wilderness around her.

As she sheathed her blade, wistfully thinking about what it would be like to magically summon and desummon it as a vision user, a light began to shine behind her. There was a flash, she thought maybe a vision might appear in front of her. But this was no test or life changing event. It didn’t make sense.

Wind surrounded her body, lifting her skit in the breeze. She turned, it followed with her. She lifted her hand as a power surged through her. A burst of wind jetted from her palm and sliced across the water. It trimmed the tops off the over grown grasses lining the ponds edge. The wind died down and left her for elsewhere as the light slowly faded out of existence.

Befuddled, she stared at the palms of her hands. She felt a power emanating from her core. With a trembling arm she raised her palm again, calling forth on the energy. It darted from her as before. Shocked, she tried it again and again, smiling gleefully with each blast of wind. She twirled around, searching for her vision, but came up empty.

That is how the first visionless anemo user was born. At first people didn’t believe her. Delusions were not unknown to the common folk of Teyvat. They were a staple favorite of the mafia families across the regions. But she quickly smashed those theories to pieces. Not only was she a poor farm girl fighting to survive, but where on earth would she have the money to afford such a thing. She allowed an inspection of her things and a pat down to prove it.

After the authorities decided that she did not have a vision she was free to do as she wished. That was until the head master of Teyvat’s school for the gifted showed up on her doorstep. The scholarship she was offered would give more money to her mother per month than she could in six months of hunting. She took it without question.

That’s how she ended up here, gawking at the building in front of her. The school defied the rumors. Statues carved from marble, fountains that defied gravity, even the wood it was built from looked impossibly expensive. Heck, the wildlife looked like they ate from golden platters.

The only thing that held her from running right back to the boat was a woman pinning her down with a chemically assisted cheerful gaze. A shiver ran up her spine as she waved her over. She obliged only because her eyes looked a hair away from snapping into crazy land.

“Welcome to Teyvat’s finest Lumine!” She cheered and began to clap.

“Thanks,” She mumbled, intimidated by her nature. She looked like a robot. Sleek black hair, not a strand out of place. Perfectly pressed blazer and pencil skirt in matching shades. Her glasses glistening in the sunlight, even if they were just plain black frames. She hoped not everyone in this school looked or felt this way.

“Follow me and I'll take you to your dorm. Then it’s a trip around campus!” She quipped then turned on her heel. Even her footsteps were a perfect tempo.

They walked through the faculty building, which thankfully looked normal inside. The site quelled her turning stomach. It was into the garden next that, as expected, looked immaculate. They even had a massive sand garden. Back in Mondstadt something like that would be destroyed in seconds.

Eventually they came upon another wooden building with a large ‘girls’ over it. The woman stopped and spun so fast on her heel Lumine almost let out small scream.

��This is the girl's dorm; your roommates are waiting for you inside with your things. I'll be back in thirty minutes for the rest of the tour,” she said, smile never once faltering as she left Lumine to her own devices.

Her roommates were nice, they greeted her in the common room just as her guide stated. Amber was a bit too enthusiastic for just about anything. Barbara was a very cheerful girl but was more reserved. It was a breath of fresh air to see two friendly faces. They led her to their dorm to get settled.

“So, what do you think?” Amber asked as Lumine began to unpack her luggage. Placing her uniforms carefully into her small closet along with her own casual clothing. Her own things almost felt dirty comparted to the schools uniform she was provided. And the room was much bigger than what she expected from a dormitory.

“It's overwhelming,” She admitted.

“You'll get used to it,” Amber laughed.

“Are you?” Lumine began to ask.

“Scholarship,” Amber answered, holding up her vision, “They keep the poor kids together so we don’t infect the rich kids.” She laughed.

“Hey!” Barbara yelled at her. Lips pointing into a pout.

“Except for Barbara, she requested to room with me. She's the exception.” Amber smiled at her friend.

“So, it's exactly how I thought it would be,” Lumine grumbled. This school was probably dripping with rich kids causing trouble for the normal folk, like she expected.

“Some of the students are alright, indifferent you might say. But there are,” Amber held up her hands as air quotes, “those types.”

“Will you guys be in my classes?” She asked.

“Nope, third years!”

Lumine felt her insides twist. Great, now she would be alone on her first day. At least her dorm would be nice. Amber was warm and friendly and Barbara seemed sweet even if she wasn’t talking as much. The pair would only be a year below her so they were still close in age. Hopefully she wouldn’t be moved to another dorm with the ‘adults’ if she attends the next four years after this one.

“You don’t want to be in our year anyways,” Barbara laughed.

“Whys that?” Lumine felt a small smile form for the first time since she set foot on the island. Barbara wiggled her eyebrows and gleamed over at Amber. She turned red in response and threw a pillow at her.

“Stop! Its not my fault!” She shouted.

“It’s gross the way he drools over his desk for you,” Barbara added.

“Mind filling me in?” Lumine asked.

“No!” Amber shouted.

“She has this wolf boy that follows her around and causes trouble. Its adorable,” Barbara said anyways.

“I didn’t ask for it he just did it!” Amber defended herself.

“It's like a comedy slash horror show every day,” Barbara giggled.

“Stop teasing me,” Amber whined.

“Wolf boy?” Lumine asked. Mondstadt had a steady population of people descendant of shape shifters or animals, but she had never seen a wolf before. Most of them were cats. Granted, she did keep to herself and didn’t really mix with the town folk, even at school.

“Half werewolf, half human, grew up in the wild before coming here earlier in the year,” Amber explained.

“He can smell everything, it's awful,” Barbara moaned, “one time I tried to bring some leftovers from lunch and he almost ripped apart my bag looking for it.”

“Sounds like a nice boyfriend,” Lumine said, hiding her smile as she sorted items into her desk drawers. Amber gasped from behind her. She swallowed a laugh.

“H-he's not my boyfriend!” She yelled. Lumine busted and began to giggled along with Barbara. She was interested in seeing the exchanges between the two now.

“Very funny guys, I'll make sure to make fun of your pain in suffering next time I get the chance.” Amber crossed her arms.

“Alright I'll stop,” Barbara waved her hand at her. A sharp knock on the door quickly soured the cheerful mood. The door swung open and Lumine’s guide walked in.

“Fantastic, I'm so glad you are getting along with your new housemates. We must complete the tour now.” The woman said, still as cheerful as ever. Lumine noticed Barbara and Ambers shoulders fell on her entrance. “I'll be waiting out front,” she chirped and left.

“God, Mrs.Lee always gives me the creeps,” Amber said.

“Glad it's not just me,” Lumine laughed as she stood.

“Good luck! See you at dinner,” Amber waved as Lumine exited the room. She heard faint whispers of gossip as she left but knew it was nothing bad, those girls didn’t have a mean bone in them.

They walked around campus and Lumine slowly became accustomed to the wildly expensive taste. She was shown the inside of the year one through four buildings, for the fourteen-to-eighteen-year old's. Then the outside of the adult facilities. Mrs. Lee assured the only real difference between the two was the uniform requirement and some extra freedoms.

After taking the tour she felt less overwhelmed, but it was the final stop that really cemented the reality most of the students lived in. It was the cafeteria of the school, but should have been classified as a food court. There was the line for the scholarship students where they could use one of three free meal tickets per day, or a snack coupon, all loaded onto her school ID. Wich was normal, same thing that she had in Mondstadt, minus the dinner.

What was different was the restaurants lining the walls. Everything you could imagine from each region on tap. And the prices were nothing to scoff at. A Fishermans toast was going for ten thousand mora, she could make that for less than three hundred back home. Lines scaled out to the isles as students waited, eager to be robbed for food.

“Lumine!” A familiar voice shouted. She sighed in relief. A distraction to this insanity was required right about now. She carried her tray adorned with less appetizing food from the school over to the table Amber sat at.

“This place is crazy,” Lumine sighed in exhaustion.

“My first day I ran away,” Amber laughed. She placed a spoon full of mac and cheese into her mouth.

“Those prices are more than I make in three weeks back home,” She said as she began to eat. Pleasantly surprised that even the free food was delectable. The pasta was perfectly cooked, cheese sauce an ideal creamy texture. She moved on to nibble at her cookie, baked expertly with a crispy outside and a gooey center. “God,” she murmured, savoring the taste.

“I told you, you get used to it,” Amber smiled sweetly. A book bag slamming down on the table instantly cleared her face. She looked up to see what she assumed was the wolf boy from earlier discussions. Lumine wondered why Amber felt it was bad to have his attention. He was attractive, silver hair and red eyes, giving him an exotic look. His arms were coated in scars and a massive one gashed his face, not a bad look if your into that type. Some of the girls back home would swoon over the attention.

“Why,” She groaned as he pulled out a seat, pushing it right up against hers as he sat a plate of meat and potatoes down. It must have been one of the free creature meals from the school line. He sat, making sure he was as close as physically possible to her.

Okay, maybe that’s why. Lumine began to understand.

He tilted his head like a new puppy, “Why?” He asked, voice thick with an unknown accent.

“We talked about this,” She shoved his chair away. “This is Razor,” She sighed as he sunk into his chair to pout. Lumine nodded and greeted him with a smile.

“I bought brownies!” Barbara sang as she skipped over to the table, “For our new friend,” She handed out the sweets, “And beef jerky for you,” She said as she handed Razor a slim piece of dried meat. He perked up and took it, chewing on it greedily. After the experience with the cookie Lumine thought the food couldn’t get better. But the brownie was smooth decadent layers of velvet chocolate that melted in her mouth. She had to suppress a groan.

There was a pickup of chatter in the room that pulled her from her chocolate induced fantasy. She looked towards the entrance of the café where a group of boys walked in. They were followed by a gaggle of other students, mostly female, all adorned with an expensive accessory or more.

Lumine was an honest person and she did not deny to herself that these boys looked like royalty. They walked with an air of confidence even through the crowd, knowing that the sea of students would part for them. She counted each of their visions, anemo, geo, cryo and hydro. There was a distinct leader to the group out of the four. A redhead who wore his vision on his belt, showing it off by messily tucking in half of his unkept shirt. Like he wanted people to see it, unlike the rest of them that wore them on chains by their side, as did everyone else in the school.

“Don't stare,” Amber hissed. Lumine snapped her eyes to her friends.

“Who are they?” She asked. Amber eyed her wearily before divulging the information.

“Sons of the school's elite,” She glanced back at the group to ensure they were distracted with food or girls before continuing, “The shorter one with green hair is Xiao, the son of the wangshu inn owner. The geo looking guy is Zhongli from the Wangsheng funeral parlor. Blue hair is Kaeya, one of the sons from the dawn winery.” Amber stopped speaking as she got to the last subject. Lumine quirked a brow as both Barbara and Amber swiveled their heads to check on the group again.

“It's not really them you should be weary of though; besides Xiao they are nice. Xiao has always had a stick up his butt,” Barbara added to the conversation.

“Then what is it, why are we acting like we are defusing a bomb?” Lumine asked.

“It's Childe, the redhead,” Amber whispered.

“Childe? That’s a dumb name,” Lumine thought out loud. The girls hissed at her to keep her voice down.

“He smells mean,” Razor added. Amber pulled on his ear.

“I told you not to talk about him,” She growled at him. He grasped her hand in his, forcing her to release.

“But you are!” he argued.

“Thats because we are warning her!” Amber explained. Razors eyes darted from Ambers to Lumines and he resigned himself back to his half-eaten steak.

Amber rolled her eyes and turned back to Lumine, “It’s not his real name, no one even knows his real name.”

“Childe is an awful nickname,” She whispered back to her friend.

“He’s mean, and evil, once he has you in his sights there's no stopping it.” Amber warned her.

“What about his friends? Don’t they say something?” She asked.

“They are rich, us poor folk don’t matter to them even if they act cordial towards us,” Amber told her as she leaned back, “Besides you don’t have a vision, he will probably just ignore you.”

Lumine widened her eyes, “well...” She felt a tint come to her cheeks, “Actually...”

Amber slammed her fists on the table, “NO WAY! YOUR THAT GIRL!” she screamed. Drawing the attention of half the students.

“Show us!” Barbara insisted.

“Ah, I don’t think now is the best time.” Lumine tried to quell her friend's voices but both girls were oblivious to the attention they were attracting. She glanced over at the red head she was warned about to make sure he was still entranced at whatever activity he had chosen.

“Awh comon I wanna see!” Amber whined.

“First anemo user in history without a vision! Don’t hold out on us!” Barbara added.

“Fine! Just stop yelling at me,” Lumine finally conceded. She put her palm face up on the table and gathered a small amount of wind to it. It tinted green with her power as it swirled into a miniature tornado in her palm.

“This is so cool!” Amber gasped.

“It's the same as anyone else,” Lumine said, closing her hand to cease the wind. She was more than a bit tired of people going ballistic over her powers.

“Let's get back to the dorms,” Amber suggested, “We have much to talk about,” She smiled gleefully. Razor whimpered next to her, “fine you can come too,” She sighed. Razor looked up with a beaming smile.

“Boys are allowed in the girls dorms?” Lumine asked as they gathered their trays and bags.

“Only until eight with a strict open-door policy,” Barbara told her.

She hummed in response as the group made their way over to the trash bins. Eyes were on her now, some searching for a vision trinket she didn’t possess. She was the last one out the door when a chill tingled down her spin. She grabbed the back of her neck and turned, expecting a cryo user to be standing there with a smirk on their face.

Instead, she was greeted with sea blue eyes cutting through the crowd. He smirked when they made eye contact. The chill went down her entire body. She glared as the door to the building swung shut, cutting them off.

Shit.

#chilumi #childe #lumine #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction

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solastia · 4 years

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Sanctuary | 2

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader

Summary: Your bed & breakfast has a new regular...Jeon Jungkook of BTS

You shuffle into your office, still a little sleepy despite having a shower and having a steaming cup of coffee in your hands. You weren’t sure what the cause of it was, but you’d been entirely too restless to sleep well. Too much excitement, perhaps?

You shrug to yourself and sit into your office chair with a loud yawn, ruffling your still damp hair as you power on your laptop. You still hadn’t received any reservations for this week and you were hoping someone would come by for the weekend at least. You had some honeymooners reserved for next week, but that didn’t help you now. An entire week without guests would put a noticeable deficient in the books.

That’s why when you pulled up your check-in program and saw that you’d been booked for the entire week by a single client, you had to verify that you weren’t still asleep. You pinched yourself and cringed at the pain, staring again at the program.

Sure enough, it was all still there. One client, for seven days straight. They’d booked the biggest room upstairs, the only one up there besides your own. What was incredibly strange is that they changed the offered rate. Normally, you were one of the cheapest places in the area and charged $120 a night. Not bad for one of the more expensive areas in Northern California. This person was offering you a deal of $300 per night, along with fees for meals and a hefty “to be discussed” tip if you were to close reservations for anyone else. They were trying to rent the whole place? So probably some celeb going for anonymity by hiding in an unknown B&B.

You shrugged. It wasn’t that crazy, although most local celebs tended to hang out in Carmel rather than around here. And it certainly wouldn’t be the first one you’d hosted, simply the first one that had been so generous. The other two were well-known names and you’d been expecting a hefty tip from them but they’d been surprisingly tight-fisted. One had even tried to argue your nightly fee down in exchange for using the name of your place on his social media. You’d been happy to decline.

While a little more business would be nice, you didn’t want the place overrun. You wanted it small and cozy. Safe, for yourself as well as your guests. The whole purpose of the place was to have somewhere calm and comfortable to escape to.

This person must be especially desperate if they were booking the entire place to be alone. There wasn’t a mention of them bringing any other guests with them. You exhaled noisily and clicked accept, sending them a little welcome email with all the instructions they’d need. You wondered with a self-amused grin if you should start putting a little footnote mentioning that celebrity scandals or drug-filled parties were not allowed on the premises.

You lean back in your chair when you’re done, taking sips of your now luke-warm coffee as you think over everything that you have to do to get ready. According to the form they filled out, they’d be arriving that evening. You kept the house in shape daily so you didn’t have much to do in the way of chores, but you should make a menu for the week, get the fireplace in the room prepped, and hit up a few of your friends for the local event tickets.

Thor comes up and bumps your thigh, reminding you that you still had to take him out.

“I got you, buddy,” you chuckle, standing up with a groan and going to fetch his leash. “We have a long day ahead of us, and then maybe you’ll have a new friend for a bit, huh? You gotta be on your best behavior.”

Thor barks softly and you pretend he’s answering you instead of demanding you hurry the hell up with your shoes. You decide at the last minute to throw on a hoodie too since the temperature was lowering fast. You hiss as you step outside and hope that Thor manages to get his business done fast. But even the chill wasn’t enough to bring down your mood. Today was going to be a great day. You could just feel it in your bones.

****

You had just finished putting another batch of cookies in the oven when you heard someone arrive and ring the little bell you kept on the front desk.

“Good evening! I’ll be right there, but go ahead and shut the door if you want!” You holler from the kitchen as you wash your hands.

You’d left the door open just in case they came around while you were putting around the place, but now that they were here you could finally turn on the heater.

You dry your hands and pat down your shirt and pants as you walk, hoping you didn’t look too casual. Jeans and a flowy blue button-up blouse with matching flats seemed casual yet comfortable. And you were wearing your pearls just in case they were the stuffy sort that would look down on you for not looking at least a little professional.

“Hi, welcome to Sanctuary! I’m -”

“Hey, Noona,” a cheeky-toned voice answered as you turned the corner and entered the foyer.

Your eyebrows fly up as you see the tall figure standing there. “Jungkook?”

He looks...fucking glorious. Black pants that look like they are painted on tucked into those stomper boots he seems to love. Plain black t-shirt tucked into his pants and a blue flannel shirt over that. Sitting next to him is a large black backpack that is easily half as big as him.

He grins cockily and leans against the desk. “They gave me a couple of weeks off so I’m here on vacation. Please take care of me,” he bows with mock formality.

“You’re the one that booked the whole place, right?” you ask, bringing up your computer application to check him in. He leans in way too close and looks over your shoulder as you work.

“Yup! One of the managers did the form though. Did he do everything I asked? Up the rate and made sure you feed me?”

You snort, “Yes, Jungkook. They are paying me an astronomical amount and I have plenty of food. Although, I only went shopping for one normal person. You’ll probably go through it all it two days, so make me a list.”

He chuckled lowly and you shivered, feeling his breath on your ear.

“Well, I’m not eating every meal here. I’m going to go out sometimes, too. Maybe noona can show me some nice places?”

You struggle to hold back a smile. “I’ll see what I can do.”

A shrill beeping started in the kitchen and Jungkook jumped back, looking around curiously.

“Cookies,” you answered the silent question. You finish typing a couple of things in the program than jump up and rush towards the kitchen, amused to notice Jungkook hot on your heels.

You shove your hand in a glove and pull out the pan, your own stomach rumbling a little from the delicious smell of chocolate chip cookies. It probably also didn’t help that in your rush to prepare for your guest you might have forgotten your own meals.

You scoop them onto the wire rack, so focused in the work that you forgot about the other person beside you until his thieving hands begin reaching towards one of the scalding hot cookies. You smack it with the spatula.

“Let it cool,” you order unapologetically, forgetting for a moment he was an actual guest. His sheepish grin assured you that there were no hard feelings. And that he would probably do it again.

“Are you hungry for actual food?”

He nods quickly, helping himself to one of the bar stools at your prep counter.

“Yeah. I ate this morning, but then I had to finish this interview before they’d let me go free. And that means an hour in hair and makeup for five minutes of questions,” he rolls his eyes and props his cheek onto his hand as he watches you.

“Ugh,” you grunt sympathetically. You look around for the menu you’d made for the week and hand it to him. “Look this over, will you? Let me know if there’s anything you don’t like.”

He silently reads your list as you prepare him a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. And maybe you sneak a couple for yourself as well.

Finally, he nods and tosses it over. “It’s good. Maybe add some Korean food if you know how to make any. I noticed there weren’t any restaurants.”

“Yeah, this place isn’t really known for its diverse cuisine. But if you want fifty seafood places, we have you covered.”

He snorts, “Kinda like home.”

You laugh, remembering how many little food carts littered Busan’s beaches.

You place his snack in front of him and he dives in happily, his eyes wide with happiness. You slide into the seat next to him and study him.

“So, Jeon Jungkook. What are your plans for the week? Are you going to stick around the house most of the time or should I maybe find some places for you to visit? I have lots of friends that I can get tickets from.”

He takes a huge gulp of milk and sighs contentedly before he answers. He shrugs, “Mostly around here. This is my time to actually relax. Definitely going to the beach and taking some photos. Other than that, I don’t know.”

“Hmm,” you hum, propping your chin in your hand. “The main attractions out here are all marine-based, so it’s up to you if you want to see any of it or if it’s all just old news to a Busan boy. But we do have the marine sanctuary nearby, there’s whale watching, and I think the butterfly exhibit is still going on. It really depends on how far you’re willing to travel. Monterey has even more things to do.”

He looks almost shy when he glances up at you. “Is it okay if we just stay here tonight?”

Your filthy disgusting mind conjures up all sorts of things hearing a sentence like that coming from Jeon Jungkook’s mouth, but you gulp and hope your voice sounds normal.

“Yup. Of course. It’s your vacation. Most guests don’t even interact this much with me. They just check-in and have meals sent to their room.”

“It’s okay. I like having noona around,” he grins, his eyes crinkling mischievously. Brat.

He looks around suddenly. “Hey, where’s Thor?”

“I usually keep him in my room until I figure out how pet-friendly the guest actually is.”

“You can let him run around, I’m fine,” he grins with excitement and follows behind when you get up and head towards the stairs.

Once you reach the top you can already hear Thor sniffing on the other side. You fling open your bedroom door and let him practically fly towards Jungkook. The man tries to sneak a peek inside before you slam the door shut, not ready to let the international celebrity see your mess.

Instead, you nod towards the room across the hall and gesture with your arm.

“This one is yours.”

He grins softly and walks around peeking at everything, patting the covers of the bed until Thor jumps up. He sits next to him and nods.

“It’s so nice. You did a good job.”

“Thanks,” you grin lopsidedly as you take a quick look around. “I think I did okay too. I’m no interior designer, but I was hoping for homey.”

“It’s relaxing,” he agrees with a nod. “I couldn’t even do this with my own place. I just threw some blankets on the floor and set up my PC. I don’t even think I have proper dishes. I had to eat cereal out of the plastic bag inside,” he giggles.

You shake your head, unsurprised really.

“This TV is pretty big too,” he grunts as he climbs towards the headboard of the bed, then crosses his ankles with a sigh, setting against the plush pillow behind him and playing with the remote. “Do you get all the channels?”

“Yeah,” you nod, standing there awkwardly now as he gets comfortable. You should probably go make dinner now or something, right?

“Oh nice,” he suddenly exclaims exactly, tossing the remote away. “Deadpool is on. Come watch, noona,” he says, patting the spot next to him on the bed.

His eyes are huge and there’s not a single hint on his face that this is a joke. He looks innocent and earnest. Just where was this “shy” Jungkook you’d always heard about?

You shuffle towards the bed and slowly lower yourself onto it, trying your best to avoid actual contact with him. He didn’t seem to approve because he actually scooted closer until his rock hard thigh was pressed right up against yours.

“Get comfortable, noona. I don’t have rabies,” he chuckled, tugging you down a little more until you were sharing a pillow.

Fuck. How was it possible for a man to smell so good, you moaned in your head. Thor - the traitorous bastard - was cuddled in a circle right in between Jungkook’s legs. He looked well on his way to taking a nap.

You focus on the tv, not really watching the movie, and trying instead not to hyperventilate. He was so close and you didn’t know what to do with your hands. You felt like a nervous teenager.

It was probably midway through the movie when you first heard it. A tiny little wheeze. Then, the man next to you felt like he was slipping. You turn and grin when you notice that Jungkook is pretty much out for the count. His head has slipped right onto your shoulder and his mouth is wide open as he sleeps, his nose making a cute little rattle instead of outright snores.

You huff and look around, yawning as the feeling of laying in bed finally begins to catch up with you as well. You hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, so it was understandable. But Jungkook probably didn’t get much sleep on a regular basis, so you’d hate to disturb him now. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes for a little bit. Just until it was time to make dinner.

You give in to the lazy feel of the room and shut your eyes, snuggling into the pillow a little more. You barely noticed when a strong arm flipped you over gently and pulled you closer.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #fanfiction #jungkook x reader #jungkook #noona #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #mxr #sanctuary #solastia

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smilingleoo · 4 years

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JJK Imagine-You being overwhelmed by luxury life

Request: Hello ❤️ may I request an imagine with Jungkook where the reader is younger than him and is very overwhelmed with his luxury life and she feels like she is not good enough for him and gets distant but he proves her that she is the only thing he needs ❤️❤️❤️

Author´s note: Hello! Hope you´re doing alright, please enjoy...

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When you met Jungkook, you knew what you were getting yourself into. He was an idol-an incredibly famous one- and you were his girlfriend. At first, you had thought that maybe your relationship would not be approved by his manager yet when he had the chance to properly meet you and judge you based on his own criteria, he knew you would handle everything just fine. Besides, you were a beautiful young lady who seemed ambitious and determined enough to protect their Jungkook´s heart.

However, you doubted yourself.

You loved Jungkook, of course, you did. He was everything you ever dreamt off. Not because he was a celebrity but for him; for his determined and perseverant self to his willingness to help others. You had fallen for him hard and you were glad about it. But his fast-moving world was difficult to keep up with. He was barely at home and returned from work late at night. You understood, obviously, and opted to visit him with food or just your happiness and love. However, you felt like everything was out of control. You were too cautious, too paranoid or too worried to even take care of yourself. You desperately wanted to show Jungkook how strong you were because, if he noticed your uncertainty, he would think it would be best to end your relationship.

Even though you had thought about it, leaving Jungkook was something you could not fathom. You would miss him too much.

“Okay, babe”-Jungkook clapped entering the room he had been placed in. You had been sprawled on the leather couch besides his make-up chair waiting for him to finish his various interviews, playing with your phone to kill time. As soon as he entered, you dropped everything you had been doing and launched yourself forward, peppering your boyfriend’s face with smooches. Fortunately, he had caught you in his arms wrapping the around your waist before twirling you side to side-“I’m all sweaty from the lights!”

“I don’t care”-you giggled as he placed you on the floor. He stared at you lovingly for some seconds, just adoring how beautiful and cute you were. With a final kiss on the lips, Jungkook pooped himself on the whirling chair and motioned for you to sit on his lap. You, without hesitation, did so cling your limbs behind his neck-“So, what’s up?”

“Oh, yeah”-he said-“In about twenty minutes we should head to the van since we need to be in another interview in an hour or so. Afterwards, we need to return to the company to arrange some papers and film a quick video for YouTube. Then we have a little meeting and, I promise you, after that I’ll take you to dinner”

Your mind felt dizzy for a moment. They had so much to do in so scarce time that you wondered if it was even possible. But yet again your boyfriend made it seem like it was nothing but normal and that encouraged you to keep going, even though your body begged you for some alone time with Jungkook. You inhaled his scent slightly as you snuggled further into the crook of his warm neck and, in just mere seconds, his manager knocked on the door reminding him that we should be going to the vehicle.

The ride was mostly silent since everyone was asleep, the only audible sound being the faint hum of the van’s engine. It snaked through Seoul’s busy streets until it reached a mirror-like building. The boys obviously sped off as fast as they could, saying their quick goodbyes your way. Jungkook sweetly placed a tender peck on your cheek before disappearing. A guard waited for you outside, offering to take your bag as soon as you stepped out into the sidewalk. Startled, you denied claiming that it was not heavy.

You were not used to having so much attention or people around you. Cameras flashed as you walked through the crowd, various question being bombarded from different interviewers. The bodyguard made his best to usher them away but he could not prevent the sudden tugs or thrust from desperate cameras. A certain rough punch had you swirling on your toes, a scowl of disbelief drawn on your face-“Some people say that you are way too young to confróntate the downfalls of being with an idol like Jungkook, what do you have to say about it?”

What do you have to say about it?

“I’d like to keep my personal issues that way”-you kindly answered-“Personal”

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Too much.

Everything was too much.

The attention, the hate, even the love and affection you received was too much. By now, your legs were sore and your eyelids heavy, threatening to give up as soon as your body fell on something comfortable enough to calm your nerves out. Jungkook´s last interview was about to finsish and you could not be more happy to have a peaceful dinner with him-”Baby, are you ready?”

No response.

“Y/N, where are you?”-he asked again but found himself in front of your sleeping body. You were not even on the couch, opting for the hard desk and a make-up chair against to slump yourself on-“What’s going on, love?”

“I don’t get it!”-you groaned. Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly, trying to comprehend you sudden outburst. You were outraged and exhausted. Your hair was dancing around your greasy skin, blocking your already blurry view and the dark circles under your fallen eyes. Your whole body ached but the expensive chair, which you would never be used to, supported your back with grace. And that angered you even more because, why were you receiving all these things for? You were not doing anything!

And Jungkook. Oh, your gorgeous ever-so-talented boyfriend stared at the disaster he fell in love in. He was immaculate as ever, perfectly clean, polished skin glowing under the dim light of the room. His eyes held a spark of exhaustion but it was easily dismissed with his well-practiced captivating smile. His beauty made your stomach flip out of a mixture of emotion that you could not put into words. You loved him but you hated him at the same time. Or maybe you hated yourself even more. Because he was there, convincing his one hundred percent in everything he did but still looked flawless. And then you were, well, you; following him around with everything you asked for in just seconds but still looked like trash.

“You work your ass off and still look like the most stunning man in the world”-you incorporated yourself on the chair-“While I’m being pampered by everyone doing absolutely nothing but still being extremely tired! I’m the worst girlfriend ever...”

“Oh, baby”-he chuckled-“Being worried about it makes you the most thoughtful and extraordinary girlfriend on the entire world. Besides, you’re the only thing that cheers me up when I’m down too. So don’t go comparing yourself with something as simple as an expensive necklace or a delicious meal”

Seeing your puzzled expression he sighed-“Many girls would kill to be in your position. However, half of them wouldn’t even care if they were spoiled or not. They would just enjoy! But here you’re, all pouty about something that isn’t your entire choice”

He kissed your lips and incorporated you on your feet.

“Now, please”-he whispered-“Let’s grab something to eat and go watch Iron Man”

“Again?”

“I know you love it!”

#bts #bts x reader #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts fanfic #bts reactions #bts fluff #bts x army #bts imagines #bts imagine #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jeon jungkook

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chimswae · 4 years

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BTS Caretaker CH4

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 2,833

- Author Note: I almost forgotten to update bcs too caught up with work :<

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Chapter 4

One month passed so fast, just like the blink of an eye.

Seul was getting used leaving early in the morning as early as six in the morning to Bangtan’s dorm to do the cleaning unless Manager Sejin notified her mother in advance of the changes in their schedule (which rarely happened). No one knew the fact that Seul filled in her mother’s position temporarily. It was her mother decision to keep it to themselves considering it was almost impossible to meet the boys and their managers there.

According to Mrs Hwang, as long as they didn’t get caught then there’s nothing to be worried. All these years, she had been doing her job silently like she never existed there. As much as the boys were eager to meet their caretaker but it was the lines which had been set by their company.

Rule 1: The caretaker is not allowed to have any form of contact with the boys except the managers.

Rule 2: The caretaker is only allowed to perform his/her job without the presence of the boys in the dorm.

Rule 3: The caretaker is prohibited to take any photos of their belongings and to only perform the task as listed in the contract that includes general cleaning and preparing meals for lunch or dinner is optional.

The job might appear exclusive to people out there but it was not as fun as it sounds. First, you had to clean after their mess, when we said mess, it was a REAL MESS. The boys were too busy and had little time in hand to clean their own rooms and clothes. As a result, Seul will be welcomed by the sight of their laundries every single day without failed.

Stack of laundries! We were not talking about three pair of jeans. It was just way too many. She wondered just how frequent they got changed in a day.

On the bright side, she could ease her mother’s burden as Mrs Hwang finally went to her treatment consistently without skipping any in a week. She just wished her mother to get better soon even though she had to work twice as hard than before.

With the help of Wongeun, she was able to keep up with her job at the bubble tea shop. Hence, since they opened around 8 in the morning every day, Seul could come later than her actual shift until she completed her work babysitting caretaking the boys.

“So, how’s life” annoying Ji Hoon sat up as he caught fatigue Seul walked pass him.

“Stop joking around Ji Hoon” she frowned, throwing her small body on the couch accompanied with a deep grunt. Working extras hard made her grumpier than usual. She was drained as hell today. Although, her body got used to perform two jobs in a day yet today was extremely extra in comparison to previous days.

His lips twitched upwards “Nuna, seriously you look super dead. What happen at work today?” he eyes rounded with a hint of concern.

“It was that time of the month when the shop is flooded with humans. Nothing special” Seul muttered with her eyes close. She needed a long bubble bath to get rid of this mental and physical exhaustion before she went gaga.

“Okay. How about Bangtan hyungs?”

“What is with them? And stop calling them hyungs, you don’t even know them” Seul sounded annoy just by hearing Bangtan Sonyeondan names. The names itself drained the last energy in her.

Hoon crossed his arm, turning his body to face Seul “They are my idols and yes I know them!” he responded feeling defensive.

“Ji Hoon being a fan doesn’t make you their friend, stop being delusional. You are seriously worse than their fangirls or those sasaeng in front of their building” Seul cringed at the thought of those sasaeng fans which she encountered every day before she entered the expensive building.

“Oh my god there are fans camp in front of the building!” he gasped dramatically as his breath hitched in process.

Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Seul shot her brother a dirty look “It is normal. They are celebrities like you never heard such cases on the internet” deep down inside she pitied them. How did they overcome those problems without getting annoyed or crazy over it? Guess they lived up to their names.

“Nuna… have you by any chance met any of them? Accidentally?”

“Are you crazy? Wasn’t it obvious I would only attend my job when they are not around”

“I know but isn’t there any slight chance in certain situation that you accidentally bump into them?” his brows perked up with so much interest. Hoon had always show his interest in her job as BTS Caretaker lately, and for an odd reason he would wait for her to comeback home every day just to get him updated.

Odd human being. Was every Bangtan fans acted like Ji Hoon or was it just him?

Seul inhaled deeply “That ‘certain situation’ will never happen. Ji Hoon I am not in the mood to entertain your weird antic, let’s be quiet and let me rest alright? Good night” with that she arose from her feet making way to her bedroom to get a good rest leaving sulky Hoon behind. Oh hell, it was not like she owed him anything? He was being dramatic as always.

Here goes another tiring day.

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“Don’t you find it is weird that Ahjumma’s food taste odd lately?” the youngest of the group murmured under his breath while he eyed the food in front of him. Not that he wanted to sound ungrateful yet all these years they grew immune to Mrs Hwang’s cooking. The slight change of taste in her cooking was noticeable to everyone.

Jin nodded along showing his agreement “Yeah, it doesn’t taste as good as before I wonder if she is too busy to cook for us and decide to buy takeaways instead?” he swallowed the last piece of meat in his mouth in delight.

“But there is no evident saying she bought it from outside and just enjoy the food, stop complaining. She works hard for us too” said the leader with serious tone. It was his job to educate his members how to be grateful in any situation especially when it came to appreciate the fact that had food to eat in a day.

“I am just expressing my concern not that I am being bratty” Jungkook’s lips pursed into a pout.

Namjoon eyed the younger boy sternly “And I am just reminding you to always be thankful” he gave Jungkook a light pat showing off his dimple. He did not mean to cause any harm however it was their way of showing love to each other by being truthful in any occasion.

“Are you guys ready? Manager hyung is here” Jimin blinked fixing the strap of his sling bag with a small pout. It came out of habit whenever he was concentrating in doing something, his lips would twitch unconsciously into a small pout. The cause of death to every Armys outside.

Jin stood up gathering the empty plates placing it inside the sink “How’s Yoongi?” Hoseok appeared cheerfully while snatching the past piece of toast from Jungkook earning a dirty glare from the younger boy.

“Hyung is sleeping. I don’t want to wake him up, or he will insist to come with us” Hoseok shrugged patting Jungkook’s head like a small puppy signalling him to get ready now.

Jungkook tilted his head “Will hyung be alright alone?” his brows creased into a frown showing off his concern for Yoongi. They were supposed to perform in an award show today but few day ago Yoongi got hurt. He was recommended to not participate in any activities that can cause irritation to injured spot. Nonetheless, Bangtan will be performing like they usually do without Yoongi this time.

Guilt took over Yoongi even though he was supposed to get proper rest but his members managed to convince him to shrug the thoughts off. There were too many things in his mind like how it was unfair for others to work while he stayed at home mopping around. It was unnecessary really, being Yoongi it was not easy to wash off the uneasy feelings in him. He tends to overthink.

“He is a man don’t worry. Yoongi will be fine” Jin exclaimed with a genuine smile ending Jungkook’s worries right way. The boys were ready to leave the house an hour later than they usually did today since they would head straight to the venue for rehearsal. Jungkook, Hoseok and Namjoon left their dorms followed by Jin afterwards whilst Jimin was patiently waiting for Taehyung to show up.

Grinding his teeth together, he stroked his hair getting impatient “KIM TAEHYUNG! WE ARE LATE!” he hollered.

“Five minutes!” Taehyung flustered upon hearing Jimin’s chirpy voice calling out for him. He made sure to clean Yoongi’s injury spot one last time before finishing up the steps with a satisfied smile. “Hyung, we are leaving now! Take care” Yoongi grumbled sleepily with a slight nod and murmuring inaudible ‘thank you’.

Taehyung strutted to the main door with a foolish smile that never left his face, he ducked his head a little “Sorry, I was changing hyung’s bandage. LET’S GO!” he swung his arm around Jimin’s neck, dragging the smaller guy out before he could reply him.

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Dragging her body lazily, Seul sighed at the sight of familiar building few metres from where she stood. She noticed black van parked in front of the building blocking the path for people like her to move and some more there she saw familiar faces a.k.a Bangtan’s fangirls there squealing like a freaking dolphin. Tilting her head at the direction, she decided to use the side entrance to enter the building. It was a hassle to deal with such crowd this early and she didn’t like that.

“Seokjin oppa!” a girl squirmed in sheer happiness. One may think this supposed to be an innocent act as a fan, but Seul knew it better. The girl was not a fan but a mental sasaeng who invaded their personal space. Fans should not act to the extent of camping outside their dorms. Don’t they have a life?

Seul attention was fixed on a guy in his baggy sweater looking drained yet he managed to crack a soft smile. It was interesting to watch something like this live and to be honest she had no idea who this Seokjin person was though she heard from her mother that Bangtan is not the only celebrities staying there. It must be another group that she was not aware of. Scratch that.

Burying herself under her grey hoodies, she pushed herself behind the fangirls making her ways inside. Seul looked into the bright lobby as she scanned the card against a scanner, and the door beeped open. To her utter astonishment, her body almost crashed against two figures who happened to be running like little kids to her direction.

“Shit” Seul cussed under her breath harshly and about to pick up the card that she dropped earlier due to the impact. Before she could bend down to pick it up, the guy with blonde locks was quick to apologize and handed the card with a deep bow.

“I am sorry…Here is your card” Seul made no effort to look at their faces as she kept her head lower taking the card from him with a deep sigh. It was still early for her to get worked up over this matter.

Taehyung looked as guilty as charged “Sorry we are in rush. Jims lets go manager hyung is calling for us!” with those last statement those two dashed past her, pushing the door open with their hip, ran for their life towards the black vehicle.

“Manager hyung? Jims?” she made her way along the hallway while humming to it cluelessly.

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Seul’s nose scrunched up, inhaling the remaining trail of manly scent from every corner of the room. Guess they just left. She mentally cursed herself for liking the smell. It was creepy but she had a thing for man’s cologne. According to Seul, the best smell usually came from a man’s cologne.

Slipping off her grey hoodie leaving Seul in her cream shirt, she placed it neatly on the couch along with her belongings before attending the first task of the day, laundries. Thankfully, it was not as bad as the day before so she could manage it in one hour. Until then, she had to do the dishes and cleaning off other mess that the boys did. She plugged her earphones and went through her playlist while doing her job diligently without slacking off. Every nook and cranny of this place needs to be clean.

Seul started off with the dishes, the living room and preparing side dishes for the boys to devour once they returned from their schedule. She talked about the significance of preparing food for the boys when they could have eaten outside or ordered for delivery. To her distaste, her mother insisted of preparing meals for them even though the chances of the food being dumped into the dumpster at the end of the day was high. She indicated it was the noble thing to do as their caretaker. It was not all about cleaning but as well as keeping them fed with love and affection. This seriously made her puke rainbows.

The noise came from the living room had awoken the sleeping Yoongi inside the room, now he was genuinely annoyed. He thought everyone had left for good, this called for a fight. Yoongi sat up with exaggerated reluctance, he rose and stretched, not to forget it was followed by curses after curses. He shoved the duvet off from his body and made his way outside groggily.

Yoongi’s nose was welcomed by the smell of food with the mixture of sweet laundry detergent. It was subtle which doesn’t bother him at all as it blends perfectly into the thin air. He came to the realization that it was the caretaker Ahjumma. Apart from them and the managers only the caretaker had the access to their place.

The smile crept farther across his face as he made his way to the kitchen, curiosity did kill the cats. Everyone was dying to meet this kind Ahjumma who had been working for good three years with them. Even though, it was odd to see her working with the presence of Bangtan members today he assumed his manager must have forgotten to remind her about it. They were aware of the nature of her contract with Bighit became the reason why they never had the chance to meet their caretaker.

It was his lucky day perhaps. He finally got to meet her after years and could thank her personally on behalf of others for all the yummy foods that she cooked for them.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, scrutinizing the small figure before him carefully. Seul had her back facing him with her hair tied into messy bun ‘She looks young. Is she even the Ahjumma?’ Yoongi did not look convince after all. Judging from her back view, she appeared way too young contradicted to her title as and Ahjumma and some more he couldn’t see any wrinkle from her fair skin. He did not want to sound like a creep but it was the truth.

After gathering his courage, he walked up behind Seul carefully keeping a little distance between them not trying to scare her off “Excuse me?” he attempted in gaining her attention. Then he noticed the earphones plugged securely there with loud music could be heard clearly from it.

He tugged the earphone off from her ears causing her body jolted up in surprised. Seul turned to face Yoongi with her eyes wide open “What the fuck?” the words slipped out from her mouth. Unamused Yoongi, narrows his eyes in anger “YOU ARE NOT THE AHJUMMA!” his deep voice gravelled under his breath.

Seul found herself squirming under his scrutiny.

“Who…the.. fuck… are.. you?” Yoongi lurched forwards trapping Seul between the kitchen counter. Every word came from his mouth were dangerously low and disturbing. He cursed something low beneath his breath, something that she couldn’t understand. It sounded like a thick accent from Busan or Daegu to her. Whatever it was, she felt small in front of him.

The breath caught in her throat and her heart twisted at the stunned tone of his voice.

“Stay away from me…” she clutched onto the counter trying to escape from his gaze.

Shit, am I getting caught? She mentally slapped herself for her stupidity.

The corner of his lips twitched into a smirk “Who the fuck are you?” he inquired again this time the tone of his voice was harsher than a minute ago.

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 4 years

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Hey guys,

This is the local dog rescue charity that we were carers for, for several years. May do it again in future, but after Debbie (who was rescued by Precious Paws), it feels like we need a break.

We have had three foster fails, but two puppers came through our home, learned to feel safe and loved, and went on to a perfectly matched new family.

There is always a demand for carers, so if you think you can, have a look at their Carer Info. Or look into the FB page, to keep your eyes open.

The best way to find new carers for animals is having a network of people sharing the Urgent statuses, which flags the attention of new groups of people. No dog will ever be LEFT on death row. They look for carers until the last second, but will absofuckinglutely take the dog anyway and put them in a boarding kennel short-term whilst a carer is located.

No doggo left behind.

It can be a bit confronting, though, so I understand if you cannot. The majority of the dogs have been surrendered to the pound, for various reasons, and the rescues in the region put their hands up for the ones slated for being put down each week. This list constantly refills, so there is always a need.

Some other dogs, like Debbie, are rescued directly from the disgusting human slime of the world who have caused them pain, injury, or attempted to kill them.

Carers open their homes to as many as they can, but there will always be more needed. A dog can be with you for a few months, to a few years, depending on their needs.

Little Willow was so scared of everything when we got her, it took 5 months to get her to trust men near her due to where she came from. But after nearly a year, she was ready for adoption and went to a new mother; happy, healthy, and confident. She was fast, smart and a very delightful little doggo. I do miss her, sometimes, but her new mother sent us photos of Willow on her first and second adoption anniversaries.

And little Gemini’s face, when her new family sent a photo from her first meeting with her human brother, was SO BIG!

It is hard to say goodbye, because they are with you for a long time, and you have to work hard with them, so they are an integral part of your life. But it helps to know that their future family is out there, not yet aware that there’s a dog shaped hole waiting to be filled.

As my parental unit says, “In reality, if they were not with us, they’d be dead. Someone without any heart dropped these animals off to be killed, and because of all these rescues, all these dogs and cats get another chance at life.”

Harvey, who we have now, was 9mths (Willow too) when they came to us. BABIES who just were too energetic or too big, so they had to be sent away. It takes a while to rebuild that trust in them.

Not to mention the absolute FUCKS who take their little old dogs, who have known and loved them their WHOLE LIVES to the pound and walk out with a new puppy (or kitten). FUCKS. Those little doggos are never forgotten, PPARs and the other rescues make sure they have somewhere to go as well! I know of a 16yo bulldog called rosie, who was snappy when she first came and very depressed, who blossomed with her carers into a happy old girl. She was adopted recently!!!

It is important to be aware that these animals are often traumatised and have behaviours that some can consider ‘naughty’. You have to be understanding. Like traumatised kids, the worst thing you can do is yell or hit or whatever, even if they piss on your favourite rug or chew a beloved pair of shoes.

They may snap and snarl. Might shy away from men, or women, or teenagers. Might cower away, or show subservience constantly. Might hide for a few weeks. Might wet themselves or run to hide if something makes a loud noise or there is a specific trigger. They might rip up the couch twice, or hump your pillows. Try to escape the yard (need strong fences). A trigger? One of our kids was terrified of men, the noise of a powertool, and anyone having the hood of their car open. Would sit, shaking, panting in fear if these things were present. Still a bit much for her, but she knows to go to a human, who will keep her safe. Or sit with her sister doggo, who will protect her.

Willow was scared of men, shouting, and would be immediately wet-herself-afraid and show her belly in subservience. My giant bearded mountain of a sibling would lay on the floor with her, and talk gently, let her come over to sniff him. Eventually, she would lay next to him, and finally he could pat her, and it progressed from there. This took months of consistency and care.

I know of another carer couple who had this tiny little dog who was SO SCARED of everything she spent absolute months hiding under their bed or sofa. Too scared to be touched. They fed her and never made a fuss if she had a little accident indoors. And one day, she popped her head out while the male carer was pretending to be occupied... and licked his arm. That was it, went straight back under the bed. But it was a huge step. She can now be held and cuddled, and loves her little life. But it took the time, understanding and patience of these carers to get her there. It’s important to note that carers dont normally have the whole backstory for each dog, but after a while, you tend to get good at figuring it out based on behaviours. Harvey’s behaviours were extremely frantic for attention, he didn’t know how to sit or be still, he was desperate for attention; his behaviours increased when on a lead (which had to be used for the first few weeks and outside time, as this was a New Household Member time). It was clear that given his age, when we got him, and his behaviours that he’d been an xmas gift puppy that had gotten WAAAAAAY bigger than anticipated. When he was small he’d been the fuss of what we suspect was at least 2 children. After getting too big, he was put on a leash in the yard, and had no real interaction.

Harvey would go BALLISTIC if given even a glance from a human. He NEEDED attention, and it took months of careful work with him to teach sit, stay, look, settle, back back, etc. He’s still a bit ridiculous, sometimes, but he can sleep on a bed with a human and only half drown them in spit (ugh) lmao.

So consider if you could be a carer. Or, if that isn’t realistic for you right now... donate.

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Donate, if you can.

If you’re in Brisbane, you might see them doing sausage sizzles at Bunnings on the weekends to raise needed funds!

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COVID-19 hit all the rescue charities hard. Their normal fundraising was crippled by the lockdowns, but animals are always in need of new homes and protection.

If you can help out your local shelters, they’d appreciate it!

There’s food and supplies that need to be paid for; PPAWs specifically help out pensioners who take on an animal, by providing the food and toys, collar, bedding, etc. There’s desexing, microchipping and all vaccinations to be paid for. Some animals have extreme medical issues that need to be fixed (such as a dog surrendered with a broken hip, or dogs like Debbie, who were starved almost to death. Who need intensive and long-term things; with Debbie, my family put money forwards for her insulin and eye surgeries, etc. bc we could budget for it. Not everyone can, though.

There’s also little emergencies here and there that they jump in for, to assist. [E.g early on when the caninculin levels were being sorted, Debbie had a random fit, so I rushed her in and they discovered her BSL had hit 1 - very dangerous. PPAWs got on the phone and said, “Any tests, any medication, any fluids, anything that needs to happen for that little girl, you DO IT” and they stabilised her. PPAWs also helped fund the full-day glucose testing and blood panel the next day and an overnight with the vet, that was pretty expensive. To be clear, it is expected that her starvation and new diabetes was likely to experience highs and lows, so we had bought a glucometer, and had squeezy-top bottles of honey all over the house as an emergency-response kit. When Debbie went funny, we filled her mouth full of honey and transported; which was the protocol, as was taking her medication chart (she’d been waaaay high for BSL that morning so this dip was SCARY). It took another incident before the vet decided to use an interstitial fluid monitor, and the results backed up our concerns that Debbie was having completely random highs/lows and spikes with no real pattern. She had the vet recommended food and no treats outside of the ones she was allowed, and at times suggested by the vet. Except on her last day when the vet said she could absolutely have a wholw happy meal, and little Debbie was DELIGHTED. I have the funniest photo of her with it all in her mouth looking excited but not sure where to go from there, but it still makes me cry to look at it because we lost her just three weeks ago. (We did rip it into little mouthfuls for her, though. Just to clarify.) She was placed on a higher dose, after that, and was completely stable from there. It was the testing that initially identified a flaw, though, and we are forever grateful that PPAWs stepped in on that day.

And the point of my rambling speech... is that shit happens. Especially with these dogs, cats, horses, and all the other animals they rescue. Emergencies are often the most expensive to cover for charities.

On the upside! Donations also help with a) transporting animals to carers around the region, and b) on the occasion that an animal’s new furever family is interstate, they can be flown to them!

Lots of stuff.

Think about the mess of words, and consider donating - to PPAWs, or find out the name of your local charity and see if they need help!

#sorry for interjecting all the personal things #ppaws

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ALL QUESTIONS FOR HWAN AND VI PEW PEW

I’M SO, SO SORRY!!!! I HAVE ENTIRELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS ASK!!

Here are the answers for Vi:

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? – Outside the city, exploring caverns. Vi used to work at an animal reservation site, which was a much preferable environment than their abusive household.

Is there any reason why? – Vi loves animals, plus it was a sanctuary for them too.

If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? – In one of the poorer district of Zuian’s capital city.

Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? – Yes, their best friend, Piers uwu

What does home mean to them? – A place of freedom with company they feel safe around.

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? - Dried mushroom jerky, sour jelly, crispy shrimps. Basically anything with interesting texture and taste.

Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? – Probably some very unhealthy cheap snack their mum used to buy her kids to cheer them up. It reminds them of happier times.

Favourite meal to make? – Mushroom stew.

Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen? – Vi used to cook a lot for their family from scraps, and they learned how to make good dishes from leftovers / what was available. For them this was mostly a chore, but after their sister was born they tried to make it more „fun” for her, so she would eat the dull meals with more appetite.

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? – Some hidden nook nobody would look for.

Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? – Both at home and at the military they have a small box full of trinkets and souvenirs they like to look through alone, or with their siblings / friends.

Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone? – Not really.

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? – Oh yes! Vi is very touched starved and enjoy receiving hugs. Other way around they like to make sure first the other person is comfortable with hugs, and if so then they like to give big hugs.

What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? – They are very expressive; they like to hang around their friends and family (not the dad bc fuck him), smile a lot, give hugs, make silly jokes, give compliments, lift up others’ spirit, take part in activities the others would enjoy. For strangers they simply smile, just have a vibrant energy, and speak politely.

Overall what are they like with receiving affection from others? – They love it! Can’t get enough.

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? – Vi is very observant; they like to see other people happy or content in everyday situations, find little joys in the dull routines. Other than that, THEY LOVE WORMS. If they are outside in the caverns, they are always on the lookout for critters (which is not hard to find, considering it’s their job to maintain the monster and beast population).

What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them? Every worm is a treasure. Seeing their loved ones happy makes them happy as well. Also geodes are pretty cool.

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them - Devy, I let you fill in the blank from Piers’ POV.

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? – Since medicine is really expensive, they didn’t always get appropriate treatment, so they just suffered through the illness until they got better, or forced to be bed bound with a bad fever, in which case medical treatment was a must. Possibly going to suffer from sequela in the near future, like other Zuians! Huzzah for health care!

Who cares for them and in what ways? – At home either their mother or brother. In the military any illnesses are treated immediately and responsibly to prevent the outbreak of epidemic, so medical wards are always accessible.

Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? – It’s a weird feeling for them to be doted on, but they don’t mind. They listen to their caretaker and don’t make a fuss whatever they’re told to do (either to stay in bed and take meds, or to just “man up”).

Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need? – Yes! Whenever someone just gets a bruise, Vi is already there with a kiddie band-aid and healing kiss.

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? – They are very good at non-verbal communication; with reassuring gestures, a smile, giving or lending small objects (ie. reserving their dessert for a friend, giving away their last blunt).

What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech? – Vi generally has the “must be protected” vibe, so people with a spine will always stand up for them and be kind to them.

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? – Hug Piers, hug Sparkles, smoke a blunt.

Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? – Anything about worms.

A hobby? – Learning more about worms, duh. Tending to Sparkles is a good spare time activity. They also like to collect geodes or mushrooms.

Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed? – Vi would definitely enjoy a good bubble bath, it’s a luxury they can’t enjoy at home.

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? – Very deeply. Vi is quite emotional, but hides any hurtful feelings thanks to domestic abuse.

Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? - Vi is very empathetic and a good judge of character. That helps them show compassion towards those who need emotional support, or steer clear from assholes.

What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for? – A bit timid and uncertain, but if the person allows then they would hug them, listen to what they have to say, let them tell about their worries, then ensure them with kind words.

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone? – If a loved one is around, they would cuddle with them to feel safe. If they’re alone, they would just silently cry.

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of! – Piers (their bff who makes them feel loved), their friends (Vi values friendship), worms (funky little dirt eaters), Sparkles (it’s a slug! and it’s cute!), siblings and mother (Vi just wants the best for them), geodes and quartzite (because they look pretty!), mild drugs (yea).

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? – For their own research they would sketch anatomical drawings. If it’s a personal journal, probably some silly doodles of others and the environment (mostly worms).

What kind of things are written in there? - Their notebook would be very messy, full of side notes written in a fast almost undecipherable way, but with massive amount of information. A journal would be about the highlights of their daily life.

Could you give an example of a nice entry? – “Got detention again for pranking the Cap’. I feel a little bad but I’ve gotta admit, it was pretty funny. Like, the whole soufflé just exploded!! Even the neighboring table got dirty! Anyway, it wasn’t that bad. We had to scrub plates and stuff. Had a fun time spraying each other with water! I think we will get another detention for drenching the kitchen tho.”

🌼 Who are this character’s friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner? – The infamous wimp squad is their found family, and they’ve known each other for hmm three or five years now? I don’t remember what I established. And of course they met in the army, each one of them are from different divisions. Kinda in love a with Piers, but I’m not going to say more!!

Questions for You!

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why? – Vi had only one trait when I created them: a weird fascination with worms. And I wasn’t sure they would end up a creepy weirdo or something else, but eventually they became a sweet, lovable weirdo instead.

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them! – I never treat my characters kindly (:

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!! – 10/10 big baby energy.

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why? – Losing Piers :)

(I’ll answer the questions for Hwan another time because I’m pooped right now.)

#ask meme #Vi #handern

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micoco · 4 years

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CONSUMERS FOOD WASTE

This week, I want to narrow down this board topic. I am more interested in food waste on the consumer side. There are some questions about it:

- Generally, why do people waste so much food? At the same time, the problem of hunger is so serious?

- As consumers, where are the most food wastes happening: Restaurants? (Dining outside) At home? Food Delivery?(Ubereats, Postmates)

- Where does the food waste go? What do they think when they know where different food wastes are going?

- What kind of elements will affect people’s behaviors on food wastes? Eating alone or with friends and family?

- Last post, I have found some interesting designs about changing the way we look at food. Here I want to explore why our relationship with food changes because of our senses?

- Whether the different cultures / rituals / methods of eating in different countries will relate with food wastes? Why and How!!!!!!!

- When people are eating outside, what kind of elements will affect them to order, leading to more or less food wastes? Such as restaurant reviews, or environments, hungry levels, looks of food, traffic time, waiting time or more. Why do the expectations would influence us about food wastes?

The relationship with food wastes & obesity & hunger

1.Where are the most food wastes happening https://foodprint.org/issues/the-problem-of-food-waste/

- Restaurants and Institutions: 22-33 billions pounds of food wastes Approximately 4 to 10 percent of food purchased by restaurants is wasted before reaching the consumer According to the Cornell University Food and Brand Lab, on average, diners leave 17 percent of their meals uneaten and 55 percent of edible leftovers are left at the restaurant.

- Food wastes in households: Households are responsible for the largest portion of all food waste. ReFED estimates that US households waste 76 billion pounds of food per year. In terms of total mass, fresh fruits and vegetables account for the largest losses at the consumer level. There are some reasons to cause this issue: Food spoilage, Over-preparing, Date Label Confusion, Overbuying and Poor planning.

- And food delivery is the third party of the restaurants and institutions. My opinion is that the food wastes are similar to them. However, the main problem of online food ordering is increasing the food plastic packaging and tablewares wastes.

- So from the research, we can see that food wastes in households become the most serious part of all food wastes. Combined with some research I have found before: Packaging design or kitchen wares design can help people to reduce food wastes at home, especially the fresh vegetables or fruits, or some apps can help people value the food ( buy correctly and enough food) when they are shopping in stores.

- And people started to rely on online shopping and ordering because of efficiency and convenience, of course, the pandemic time right now. I found one article: how online ordering could cut food wastes. It is interesting. Before, I have written some people’s behaviors about shopping for food in stores to cause huge amounts of food wastes. However, ordering online: we tend to have smaller but more frequent orders. It is a way to reduce waste and to reduce the total emission of food consumed at home by about 41%. To some extent, it can help households and retailers food wastes. I have used food online ordering, which is time-saving and convenient. But, it is obvious that the price of food is higher than store prices, and also cause other problems like food packaging during delivery. https://www.greenbiz.com/article/how-online-ordering-could-cut-food-waste

2. Where does food go? How do they deal with leftover food?

- Restaurants: 85% will be thrown out > landfill; Separating their food wastes > Composting facilities; Some unused food > feeding livestock in farms; a small percentage will be recycled or donated. Overall, the most food wastes are in landfill, which increases the methane gas > More CO2.

With my experiences, after dining outside, I would take away the left food. I feel less guilty than wasting them. Then, on the next day, I may eat them or throw them away. Www. Same fate.

- Households: Today the governments in some countries have regulations that people need to do garbage sorting before dumping them. I have known that China has become more serious about this. Most food wastes are going to landfills or become fertilizers during garbage disposal. And some of them can be recycled.

- And I feel most people have an idea of this question. Most of them do not care where the food wastes actually goes and the results of them because they did not see the facts. Also the prices of most food is invaluable, they do not care more about them because they are cheap.

3. Different behaviors / experiences related to food wastes

- Eating alone can be the biggest cause for unhappiness. “The Hartman Group’s Food & Beverage Occasions Compass 2014 data” shows 46% of all adult eating occasions are alone. Eating alone is detrimental to our health. I have some experiences of eating alone. I went to the restaurants and wanted to order some food. And the size of food is so big. Most of the time, I cannot eat all of them and need to take out leftover food. Especially the fast food industry, they hope you eat alone. Can you imagine that, sitting alone in front of the Elemis ion and shoveling food into the mouth, and you still feel hungry after eating all of them. I think it can be a normal scene right now. > Causing more food wastes and obesity. Both mentally and physically, we changed the relationship with food > Definitely cause the food wastes issues in today’s society. Like I talked before, the people who have eating disorders, they vomit the food and eat too much food.

- However, eating with friends and families also causes food wastes. 1. I think this situation, people will order a lot…….Yes. From my experiences. 2. I think it happened more in western countries, rather than in China. Like Costco, Ralphs, Sam’s, there are more family size food products I have even seen before…and a lot of sales promotion on larger size vegetables or fruits. OMG I do not know whether people will eat all of them…..

Overall, I don’t know. I think both ways will cause food wastes. Maybe eating alone is focusing more on mental health. Another one is causing more food wastes.

- Healthy lifestyles. I think most people want to have a healthy lifestyle. However, the research shows that “healthy eaters cause more food wastes?!?!?” Having healthy diets needs more vegetables and fruits, which are easy to spoil. It is easy to notice that high-income households have healthier diets and more food wastes, rather than low-income families. That is a contradictory issue…..

So it is just one of the elements that will affect people to buy the food > food wastes. Others: Economic level: incomes, times; Different personalities, attitudes, emotions, conditioning; Lifestyles, social class. They affect customers’ demand on food and food choices, tastes and preferences. All of them related with food wastes.

3. Different cultures / rituals / educations: Most food wastes occur in the developed world. Food wastes cannot be separated from people’s eating habits and cultures. Shoe some examples below:

- Sweden: According to Hans Naess, a Swedish food entrepreneur, Sweden's food culture has its origins in poverty and climate."For a long time, we were a very poor country, so in a very strong conservative way we have to eat everything up, and in the culture it's very ugly to throw away food."

- In developing nations, there are gaping holes in the supply chains > larger food lost. And in the developed nations, most people have enough purchasing power to buy food / They do not like “ugly food” in stores > more food wastes / loss in households.

- South Africa, like Brazil and Malawi, is a developing country with a lot of challenges such as food insecurity. They have wasted so much food, at the same time, there are so many people who are bearing the hunger. Ex:there is a phenomenon known as Izikhotane, which is a group of youngsters who show off their wealth by destroying expensive clothes and food.

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4. Dining outside - Expectation of food / food experiences > food wastes

- Q: Some Michelin restaurants serve less and delicate, but so expansive food. Do they cause less food wastes? And they would focus more on food wastes and recycling problems? Different thoughts on consumers: do they think it is a waste of money? Do they think the food is worthy?

- The research “ Impact of plate size on food waste: Agent-based simulation of food consumption” explained some elements of affecting food wastes when people are dining outside.

- Plate sizes. The result is: Switching from a large to a medium plate and a small plate decreases the number of not-eaten food items by 21.1% and 43.5% om average respectively. Switching from medium to small: decreases 28.4% on average between two scenarios. There are some elements that will affect people who choose different plate sizes: food-surplus, plate-waste, unsatisfied-hunger, overtime, wait-time, high traffic, walk-out.

- Biological determinants such as hunger, appetite, and taste / Economic determinants such as cost, income, availability / Social determinants such as culture, family, peers and meal patterns / Psychological determinants such as mood, stress and guilt / Attitudes, beliefs and knowledge about food

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME! :)

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Blood of the Dragon

Sorry the quality is not great on Tumblr. It’s better on Ao3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22291069/chapters/53236438

Chapter 3 - A Dance with the Shadow Dragon

"My sister won't marry this savage. We can take a boat at the south dock, it's less guarded. ”

"You have no choice but to receive this khal, they will sack the city and many people will die, and those who remain alive will be enslaved. "Oberyn replied to Viserys with reproach.

"It is out of the question to risk the lives of anyone here. After all you have done for us, Mistress Ilissa, I cannot allow it." Answered the princess.

They had all gathered in the Mistress's private residence to see how they would handle the horde, the place was huge and so sumptuous that it was difficult to concentrate on the conversation without taking a look at the portraits hanging on the walls or at the shining chandeliers that dominated the rooms.

"I knew the risks involved in housing the last two Targaryens, and I'm proud that Oberyn trusted me to take care of you both."

Ilissa Naeraar was a middle-aged woman, very beautiful even though time had left its mark on her face, which was tinted with one of the most beautiful browns she had ever seen. She also had one of the sweetest and rarest hearts that it was unthinkable that someone so rich and with so much influence would want to help others. But Daenerys trusted Oberyn, and it was he who had entrusted them to the Mistress' care. Her husband had succumbed to a fever after one of his many journeys, but Ilissa had taken over the estate with dignity and ran her late husband's business in a much more prosperous way. She had managed to pay off all his debts and had become richer since then. She had never remarried, but was enjoying life in the same way as Oberyn, whom she had known as her lover a long time ago.

"And I can never thank you enough for all you've done, but I refuse to let them ruin this town because of me." Ilissa took Dany's hand in hers and looked at her with disconcerting affection, she was the closest thing to a mother for Daenerys, she has no children but never failed to bring all her love to her servants and her two hosts. "Oberyn, where's the priestess?"

"Who...is...?"

"Oberyn...?"

"It's too dangerous, something emanates from her, I don't trust her and nothing is ever free with them. And it's not a thing you pay with gold..."

"I ask for nothing..." She had subtly introduced herself into the room without arousing the senses. Oberyn was right, something was emanating from her, something strange and dark. She was also a beautiful woman, her gaze was mesmerizing, she seemed to have bewitched her brother who could have been drooling right now, he was so suspicious of strangers, normally. Oberyn, on the other hand, hadn't let himself be seduced, he had only one desire and that was to impale this woman on his spear.

"How could you...? I locked you in the cage with the piglets, you were tied to the trough!"

"What?!"

"What... what? Safety before comfort, you'll see when she tries to set your precious silver curls on fire." Oberyn then approached Viserys to give him the same kind of warning. "The future king that you are should avoid that kind of devil, or you risk losing parts of yourself that you love so much, and the kingdom will need heirs..."

"I wish the princess no harm, on the contrary, I am here to guide you, dragon girl." She replied while completely ignoring the future king who did not really appreciated the offense. Her brother was very sensitive but she had no time to ease his feelings.

"Very well, but first you will help us, you said you could repel the Dothraki, how?"

Somewhere, at a certain time

The burning sand was a real torture for her feet, which she had not been able to cover in order to facilitate her training, the stifling heat made her skin redden and covered it with a film of sweat. She was in a desert in the middle of nowhere with Oberyn, he had brought her and her brother to Lys, he had paid the expenses for the boat and they embarked after spending a few more weeks in Myr before the Dornish got tired of the courtesans.

Lys was the perfect place for debauchery, her brother seemed to think so too, but today Oberyn dedicated his time to training. It had been a few weeks since he put a sword in Dany's hands, Viserys protested, of course, she was too young for that, but above all, she was a woman, and a woman's role was to be a good wife who would bear beautiful heirs. Oberyn didn't care, women fought just as much in Dorne, he told them that he had eight bastard daughters, for the moment, he winked, and that he taught all the older ones to fight so that they could defend themselves.

Daenerys had great difficulty holding the sword, her arm was numb and her legs threatened to abandon her at any moment. She didn't like the training, the idea of being able to defend herself was nice, but the idea of killing much less. Her brother was much less scrupulous, but rather lazy about training and didn't like the Dornish prince. It was also a game for some children, with Oberyn, it was not.

"If you refuse to fight, I'll have to make you spend the rest of the day standing on one leg under the blazing sun and you'll spend the night cleaning swords and spears and all our clothes."

"Please Oberyn, I'm just a child and Viserys isn't even here, he's the future king!"

"Your brother is an idiot but he is the future king as you say, it would be easier to make a snake dance than to train him when he decides to spend the day in a brothel. And you're the right age, but not the right will."

She spent a lot of time with the Dornishman, they often spoke, and although Daenerys was young, he explained many realities of this world to her. She had to learn how to fight, for life had not yet offered her all the misfortunes it could. He blamed his brother, who spent his time brooding over his anger and dreaming of his kingdom rather than doing what it took to win it. The world was not kind to children, and it would be even worse for adults, and much worse for a woman. That's what Oberyn told her, the same thing he told his daughters. But any blow they took, they could return, and that's why Dany had to learn, he wasn't just teaching her how to hold a sword, he was also training her body to withstand pain. On several occasions he asked her to bring him back a random object in a very short time, it was a game for the princess, a fun game she was playing with her brother, but very quickly, the fun had given way to exhaustion. Her feet were damaged and sore, her legs were hurting and hardening, her body, so thin before, was beginning to change, she was gaining a little more strength every day.

The worst was when she had to spend the night without sleeping, looking at the passers-by through her window, she had to count them and differentiate between women and men, sometimes he would ask her a few more details about their clothes, what they were doing outside and when there were the least people on the street. When she had the audacity to tell him that it was no use to her training, Oberyn made her spend the day cleaning the inn where they were staying, and she only had a meal when it was over, very late at night. He then explained to her that training her mind was just as important as training her body, it was essential that she had good concentration and that she could spot all the details and memorize them.

His daughters' training was much easier, but they had not lacked food for so many years, their bodies were stronger, better prepared. The young princess was much more comfortable with books, she had learned a lot from the stories her brother had taught her and enjoyed learning more from Oberyn. Dany didn't like the training, but despite a few complaints, she never missed any of them, and never used her title to avoid them.

Oberyn was strict, and felt no remorse at seeing the princess exhausted, he didn't have much time and she had to learn fast. But sometimes he would change his plans and arrange a day off to go for a walk with the Targaryens, he liked to see the girl marvel at the beauties of the world, she deserved a little joy, she deserved to smile, to laugh, her life had been so sad and dark. Her brother was much more reserved, and had only two obsessions, the throne, and revenge, which he had in common with Oberyn, they could agree on that, at least.

The Dornishman was two sides of the same coin for Daenerys, he was both stern and demanding about education and training, but he was also the most affectionate and smiling man she had known since her knight. He had offered her many things since they had known each other, food above all, a roof and a bed to sleep in, but also toys, his time, his wisdom and a lot of joy. And even though he was jealous and cranky, she also knew that Viserys appreciated Dorne's help, he was proud of it, despite his condition, a great kingdom was loyal to him, but he didn't appreciate the man and began to spend a little more time with his sister, reading books to her, telling her stories, taking her on his lap until she fell asleep on him. Oberyn's arrival had, in a way, allowed Daenerys to recover a brother.

After training, they met Viserys at the inn in good company, he dismissed the women and followed his two companions to their room. Oberyn had not planned such a long journey and money was running out, so he took a room for the three of them and, while the siblings slept together in bed, he requisitioned the chair.

"I'll have to go back to Dorne, give news to my brother and make a plan to take King's Landing. You'll be staying with a faithful friend for the time being, I trust him, but you'll have to be very careful when you go out, Lys attracts a lot of people. I want you to continue training, you'll be taught by a preceptor here, much less demanding than I am, so enjoy."

The news hit the young princess, after a day together, Oberyn didn’t tell her he was leaving. And he was leaving tonight, leaving them with strangers. Dany held back her tears as the two men continued the discussion.

"Doran's going to want to know the terms of our arrangement, he still believes you'll marry my niece. ”

"I'll marry my sister, it's non-negotiable. My house must rise from its ashes, but marriages between Targaryens and Martells can still be made. I will offer my heir, the future king after me, to one of your princesses of his age. And for the delay this will cause you, my council will also need loyalists who have supported and helped me, many benefits will be granted to House Martell, if your brother wishes, he can still make requests. If you help House Targaryen, if through you we obtain vengeance, then House Martell will be the second power in Westeros, and nothing will threaten us, no more Dornish daughters will suffer, and the Lannisters, Baratheons and Starks will see their Houses humiliated, destroyed and forgotten."

Oberyn had without looking back, he spoke one last time with their host and left Essos for an indefinite period. The princess cried after his departure, Viserys mocked her weakness and sent her to bed without telling her that he saw the Dornishman shed a tear as he boarded the ship. Plans were constantly being made, and none of them were ever going as planned, none of them had any certainty that they would see each other again. The Targaryens were always in great danger, especially so close to Westeros.

Everything had been prepared for the arrival of the khal, it had taken only a short time in truth, the Dothraki were a simple folk, who ate simply, dried horses in the great majority and who did not do the politeness to bend to the rules of the place where they were. And the Magister brought so much food with him that they didn't need to cook anything else. Daenerys didn't bother to dress to receive them, after all, the women of this folk were also dressed in trousers. They had agreed not to bring weapons, but the princess discreetly placed a dagger on her belt, just in case, Oberyn always told her. The khal was not the kind of man to keep to a schedule either, Dany chose to wait next to the dragon eggs that had been offered to her by the Magister, she had not yet moved them to her room, this place was better protected, and what was in that trunk was too important.

The eggs fascinated her, she didn't know why, they were only stone, would never be dragons and were just breathtakingly beautiful. Her brother had already made it known that they would cost a fortune, and the Magister, that they would only be hers as wedding gifts...

Daenerys wanted to keep them, no matter their values, they belonged to her House, they were its symbol, and the remains of a wonderful time when the dragons colored the sky. Their values were priceless. Then she thought back to her dream, and to the priestess, she had to have a private conversation with her, after all this she must understand, why she had this dream, why the heat of her bath was always hotter than that of others, and why the egg she had in her hands seemed to be warm and alive when no one else had noticed it. The woman was potentially dangerous, probably even, and she knew that listening to Oberyn was the right thing to do, but she at least had to talk to her, just one conversation.

A maid came to warn her that Viserys has sent for her. After carefully arranging her eggs out of sight, Daenerys joined her brother at the entrance to the estate where a welcome decoration had been erected. The meeting was so solemn for such a primitive people, and Dany kept clutching the fabric of her tunic of nervousness, all their safety rested on this red priestess still unknown the day before, when the princess would refuse the offer of the Horse Lord. And none of them even trusted her...

"You could have dressed up, dear sister, you represent our House."

"Our sigil is on my tunic, I represent our House as much as you, dear brother." She answered condescendingly.

Ilissa stood beside Daenerys as if to comfort her and assure her that she would never let them take her away, but the princess wouldn't let so many people die just to get out of this marriage, and if that priestess had lied, then she would marry the khal so the horde would leave Selhorys in peace. Oberyn had returned to the Targaryens' private home with the red priestess to watch over her, patiently waiting the time to come for her to intervene.

The sound of several hooves trampling the ground resounded in the air and soon, four horsemen were in front of them letting their mounts sing their greetings for them. They were very imposing, and knew how to hold the attention of their audience, their skins were coloured and signs were painted on them, specific to their culture, their hair was deep black and all braided with one or more bells hung on it. They were all bare-chested and their musculature was imposing, her brother seemed frail and insignificant in comparison, one of them was ahead of the others and his gaze was directed straight at her. It’s him, Khal Drogo, a beast, much stronger, taller and with much longer hair than the others, the most frightening man she had seen, and living in the streets she had seen many of them, but this one was of a different kind. If she were to be his wife, she would disappear completely between his arms, this man's thigh was almost as big as the width of her abdomen, it would be like mating a mare and an elephant... No, I can't marry him, he will break me in half as soon as he takes my hand... and I doubt he is that tender...

The man came closer and looked at her body from top to bottom, then from bottom to top, stopping for a moment on her breasts, he seemed to be torn between satisfaction and annoyance while Daenerys was simply indignant. He glanced at his companions and one of them left the scene. The Magister spoken in Dothraki to the khal and talked to Ilissa before they all entered her house for further conversation. Other Dothraki arrived afterwards, as did the Westerosi knight as they went through the tables full of food. The khal was seated next to her and threw himself on his food while the Magister explained the origins of it, her brother was on the other side and seemed disgusted by this people who, for the most part, remained standing and smelled with curiosity the dishes that were before their eyes. The Westerosi was sitting next to her brother and she could feel his gaze falling on her quite often. She was not really comfortable here and kept thinking about the drama that might unfold before her eyes, what would they do if she killed their chef right in front of their eyes? And could she do it? She had never killed a man before, but no, she would certainly condemn everyone to death, no people would let their king or queen die in front of their eyes without any consequences for the murderer...

"What is this impostor priestess doing? I can't stand those animals anymore." Viserys whispered in her ear right in the middle of his unpleasant tasting of his dried piece of horse. The Magister then stood up and placed himself before the table of the Targaryens.

"The khal wishes to know when the wedding can take place, he'd like it to be as soon as possible, the journey to Vaes Dothrak will be long and, forgive my next words, he'd like his heir to be in your womb before the horde joins the Dosh Khaleen."

Her brother rose angrily, the alcohol he ingested was probably responsible for such bold behavior, but he seemed to want to cut the Magister in half with the knife in his hand, and given the difference in size between the person and the object, it would probably take longer than they had.

"I never gave any consent to this marriage. What did you tell to make him think my sister would carry his horseshit?"

The Magister seemed caught off guard by the prince's reaction. "But... you have accepted my gift and I don't think it's reasonable for you to refuse..."

"You dare to threaten us?"

"Not me, of course, but the khal will not take no for an answer, their traditions are very important to them, he will make the princess his wife, and if blood must be shed for that, then the marriage will be all the more successful for the Dothraki."

"So let it be your blood, but my sister will never become his broodmare." Viserys took her hand and wanted to leave the room when the khal stood up, grabbed Dany's arm and pushed her brother brutally to the ground. Daenerys shouted a cry of surprise and tried to go and help him but the man grabbed her face so that she could look at him. His other hand went to the opening of her tunic, and when he tried to look inside, the princess grabbed her dagger and tried to stab him but the khal stopped her hand as the blade scratched his skin. The wound seemed to amuse him and he pressed a little harder on her hand so that the blade would dig a little deeper.

"Yer anni. Yer anni khaleesi."

The situation was now as she had feared, her brother was being held down by another Dothraki and the rest of them were ransacking the place. Ilissa and some of the maidservants were seized by the men who were about to rape them when flames higher than them burst out of the braziers and from the mouths of the stone statues. The room darkened and shadows danced on the walls, they represented horses that succumbed in the middle of a battle, the beasts were howling and their riders were forced to fight on the ground, the shadows represented flames devouring everything in their path. The priestess stood behind the Targaryens and repeated words in a language well known to Daenerys, High Valyrian. The khal let her go and seemed angry as his gaze fell on the priestess, the rest of his people let the women go before abusing them and looked at the shadows with fear.

The khal tried to approach her but other flames burst around her, her eyes shone bright red as she repeated the same words over and over again, smiling at her opponent. The flames were now dancing, threatening the Dothraki to burn them alive, Illyrio Mopatis had taken refuge under a table and was trembling with fear, Oberyn appeared in the opening of the entrance and have witnessed the whole scene apparently, she was hoping that he would not awaken the Magister's attention. The priestess was now speaking to the khal, in his language, the shadows on the ceiling turned into a great dragon flying over the room from side to side, and each of its breaths fanned the flames on the floor even more, and its howling was as icy as its shadow fire was burning.

The khal looked at Daenerys one last time before leaving the room followed by his men. The people remaining in the room were all shocked by what they just witnessed, the magic of the red priestesses was well known, but seeing it was far more confusing. No one dared to speak for a long time before their hostess walked over to the priestess to thank her.

"No need for that, honour your word and follow me. I'm counting on you Daenerys Stormborn."

She then left the room to join Oberyn outside, her brother followed shortly afterwards with a quick movement and Daenerys went towards the maids still in shock. She helped them up, brought them water and some comforting words before turning to the Magister who was trying to regain what little dignity he had left after the scene of weakness he had offered. Swelling his chest and clearing his throat, he addressed the princess and their hostess.

"It would have been wiser to accept the agreement with the Dothraki, this... woman will not always be there to protect you. I'm sorry I came all this way for nothing, I still wish to support the Targaryen's cause, if you'll try to be more reasonable. In the meantime, please return the dragon eggs to me, as I told you, they're yours only if you're married."

Daenerys didn't like this man, he didn't inspire her confidence, but after his words, it was now anger and impatience that she felt, did he threaten her? She thanked silently, whoever could hear her, that her brother wasn't there, or her ears would surely have suffered from a tone that was too loud and insulting.

"This is not my house, it's not for me to tell you to leave, and yet I will. You come here as a guest and you impose your laws, your banquets, your slaves, whom you treat even worse than the flies around you. You insult not only me, but also House Targaryen by thinking for a moment that I am for sale, and that you, as rich as you can be, will be the merchant who will arrange the transaction and that thanks to this, you could obtain a place of choice in our future kingdom. I am not one of your spices, I am not one of your slaves, and I am not negotiable, I already have a future husband, there will be a wedding, I am keeping the eggs so, respecting your conditions. Now I kindly advise you to return home, as soon as possible."The Magister seemed surprised by the words of the princess, he turned his eyes to Ilissa who smiled proudly towards Daenerys.

"I'm afraid, Magister, I can no longer welcome you in my house. I thank you for your gifts, and the kindness you have shown in allowing us to discover foreign specialties. It has been a...real pleasure to have you with us."

Words worthy of a snake wrapped in an angel's voice and a deceitful smile, Oberyn had told her about Ilissa. She had not succeeded and built up the whole business by being kind and welcoming of course, she could have been Dornish in another life, again, according to the words of her dear friend. The Magister soon left the place, while adding last words, of thanks but also of prevention, was it possible that the Dothraki would come back and attack Selhorys, or him with an army of mercenaries to avenge the offense? Daenerys had to apologize for bringing so much trouble into this house, but that's when she noticed that the Westerosi knight was still present. He stepped forward and, to her surprise, knelt down before her.

"I do not wish to follow the Dothraki, they are not my people, I want to help you, in the reconquest of Westeros, I want to serve you, my princess. ”

The young woman remained speechless for a few moments, then asked the knight to rise.

"It's not for me to decide this, my brother is the future king, speak to him. But I thank you for your words and your allegiance. ”

A former knight was a great asset to them, as was Oberyn, but where she had complete confidence in one, she could not say the same about the other. She left "the bear" with Ilissa to join her brother. Outside, there was already no trace of the Dothraki, except for some rubbish left here and there. She crossed the gardens quickly before entering her house where Viserys was calling out to the priestess.

"I don't know what you want with my sister, but it is out of the question that we follow you, you have made this decision without my agreement. Your shadows may frighten these savages, but not me. ”

A little lie my brother, Daenerys thought. She had seen the fear on his face, even Oberyn had been surprised and worried. He was sitting at a table, sharpening his dagger and drinking his wine, waiting for Viserys to keep quiet, but it was Dany who stopped him.

"Leave us alone. I want to talk to her." Before Viserys could reply she said "Please brother, I'm safe, she just saved us all and I'm not hiding anything from you, I just need to talk to her in private."

Without you being there to interrupt me, or her, at every moment... It was better not to add those words... Viserys gave the priestess an icy glance before leaving the room, grumbling imperceptibly. Oberyn followed while playing with his dagger, perhaps he thought he would frighten the priestess, but after witnessing such magic, she doubted he would succeed. The woman was always in a fixed, upright position, her hands folded over her belly, half a smile clinging to her face, that hypnotic, disquieting look and unreal beauty that emanated from her. She looked at Daenerys as if she knew who she was, her past, her future, and it was very confusing for the young woman, especially since she had appeared in her dream, before she met her.

"You don't seem to want us bad, but do you want us good? I don't know, and if you do, then why now? I've needed help for years, we've needed help, we could have died hundreds, thousands of times when we were on the street. I could have died at the same time as my mother, or at the hand of the traitors on Dragonstone who wanted a title from the usurper. ”

"Things aren't so simple, magic doesn't fix everything, you're not alone in this world, we didn't know, and we had to find you. The Lord of Light sends me visions into the flames, it's not always easy to interpret, I can't tell you what I don't know."

"The Lord of Light... R'hllor...?"

"Indeed... But you're making a mistake, we don't want to help you, we need your help. I just need to guide you. You must embrace your destiny, Daenerys Stormborn, it is far more important than you think, it is not limited to regaining your power and influence of your House, you must lead, you must also serve, serve our Master, and serve this world. ”

Her words fogged her mind even more, she had nothing particularly special, except the patience she had shown in putting up with her brother, she was far behind Oberyn when it came to fighting, and as a leader she would have little power after she becomes the queen.

"Why me? My brother will be king, he will rule."

"It is not him I saw in the flames, it is not him who dreams of the future, he is not the bride of fire, the daughter of fire, the daughter of dragons. It is not in your lineage, it is not in your claim to the throne, it is in your blood, in your heart, in your soul. It's not a choice, it's a destiny. But you can still choose your current life, you will never go home, you will live free, until this world is no more, but if you follow our way, your life will no longer belong to you, you will be the instrument of the Master who will bring back the Dawn, and you will save millions of lives. I can't force you, but you promised me, Daenerys."

The princess had been sitting on a chair and looking at the floor for some time now, the words of the priestess really disturbed her and she was still wondering if all this was possible, was it still a dream? The same words resounded constantly in her mind, why me? Why... ? When she looked up, she realized that the priestess still hadn’t moved, still that half smile and impassive attitude, as if she hadn't just shaken her whole life and that of her brother. What was she going to tell him anyway ? Did following this woman mean that they would have to be separated? She had only him, had known only him for so many years, he was her only real family, and without him she would not be here before this priestess who claims she has to save the world... But it is true that she made a promise. She had stupidly promised a stranger to get rid of a more urgent danger and she had to assume, even if she had to leave her brother for good, because she had no idea where she would have to go, or if she would come back. But this dream had been so real, her mother too, perhaps she had a chance to see her again, and if all was true? She must have known, because it wasn't the first dream she had, there had been dozens before that, she was too young to understand and had forgotten their content, but they were still connected to her House, to magic and dragons.

"I will follow you."

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"Yer anni. Yer anni khaleesi." : You are mine. You are my khaleesi.

#daenerys targaryen #daenerys targaryen fanfiction #dany centric #my fanfic #blood of the dragon #third chapter #a dance with the shadow dragon

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i-am-out-of-my-vulcan-mind · 4 years

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No Strings

Hello again! This is for my bingo square 'Allergic Reaction'. This is set early season 1.

Little whump, little fluff. I hope you enjoy!

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" Kurt asked, seizing the moment. They had just found out that Jane was indeed Taylor Shaw. It only seemed right that he took her out to celebrate.

"Ah..? I'm not sure that's a good idea?" Jane said, but it was more of a question than anything.

"Of course it is, Jane." he replied, trying to convince her. "I promise… no strings… I just think we should go and celebrate…"

"Celebrate?" she asked unsurely. It was already a massive shock finding out she was Kurt's long lost childhood friend. She needed time to process… but she also didn't want to let him down.

"Do you like seafood?" he asked, ignoring her.

"I… I don't know?" she replied, eyeing him warily.

He chuckled.

"Of course not… you'll love it." he said, grabbing her coat for her. "Come on." he grabbed her by the elbow, leading her out of SIOC so fast she had no chance to protest.

He pulled up outside a fancy looking restaurant, putting the car in park, and taking the keys out of the ignition.

"Kurt… I'm not dressed for a place like this." she protested, looking down at her work attire.

"You look great." he chuckled, opening the door. He stood in front of the car waiting for her. "Come on." he said, waving her towards him.

Jane sighed. There was too much happening too fast, yet part of her was happy that she could do something as normal as going out for a meal. Besides, she had wanted to give seafood a go for a while now.

She got out of the car, following him inside. A waitress led them to a table, giving them each menus, before leaving them to make a decision.

"I have no idea what to order." Jane said, feeling completely lost.

Kurt shrugged.

"Why don't we order one of the platters? We could share."

Jane looked down at the platters on the menu, her eyes widening.

"They're really expensive!" she whispered. "There's no way I can afford that!"

Kurt chuckled again.

"My treat."

Jane shook her head.

"No way! I won't let you do that!"

Kurt reached out and took her hand across the table.

"Jane… it's just dinner… besides this was my idea." he said, amused at the look on her face.

The waitress came back and asked if they were ready to order. Kurt ordered the platter before Jane could protest again and sat back in his seat, looking at her with his eyebrows raised.

"Thank you." Jane said shyly. She wasn't used to being wined and dined. Especially by Kurt Weller.

"It's not a problem." he replied, giving her a crooked smile. "You can buy the drinks."

Jane laughed.

"That I can afford."

They sat there, making idle chit chat until their food arrived. Jane's eyes widened.

"This is too much." she whispered, overwhelmed by all the food that was set in front of her.

Kurt smiled.

"You deserve it."

Jane gave him a confused look. He shrugged.

"I just think you've been through alot… you deserve a night off." He looked at her seriously, before waving his hand in the air. "Right enough of that… dig in."

Jane let herself relax, smiling up at him.

"Ok…" she said, picking up a piece of shrimp. "God this is good!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

Kurt grinned, happy she had finally let her walls down a little. They ate in companionable silence for a while, before Kurt looked up at her. She had stopped eating and was looking a little uncomfortable.

"You ok?" he asked, taking in her pale features.

She cleared her throat, bringing her fingers up to her mouth.

"Yeah… I just… suddenly I'm not feeling so well."

"Do you want to leave?" he asked, starting to get a little concerned.

She nodded, swallowing thickly.

Kurt went up and quickly paid the bill. He helped her to her feet, leading her back to the car.

Halfway to her house, she started feeling really hot. And itchy.

Oh god.

She opened the sun visor, staring at her reflection in horror. A hive-like rash had appeared on her cheeks and was tracking down her neck. She turned to look at Kurt and his eyes widened in shock.

He paused for a second.

"...maybe I should take you to the hospital?"

Jane shook her head.

"Jane… I think you're having an allergic reaction… you could get really sick." Making a decision, he turned around, driving back towards the hospital.

"Kurt…"

"No Jane. You're seeing a doctor… and that's final." he said cutting her off.

"No… Kurt." she brought her hand up to her mouth. "Pull over!" she cried desperately. "Pull over!" she yelled again.

Kurt, sensing her urgency, pulled over quickly. Jane opened the door while the car was still moving, scrambling onto the sidewalk. She clutched at her belly with one hand, and braced herself on the sidewalk with the other, as she lost the contents of her stomach.

Kurt put the car in park and raced around to her, pulling her hair off her face.

"Oh Jane…" he whispered, rubbing her back. She was definitely having an allergic reaction. He needed to get her to a doctor quickly. They had no idea how bad she was going to get.

He looked in the trunk of his car, finding a water bottle and a plastic bag.

"Here." he said, handing her the bottle. "It might be a little warm but it will help wash the taste out."

She accepted the water, taking a tentative sip before spitting it onto the pavement.

"You good?" he asked, crouching beside her.

She nodded, her eyes closing in disgust.

"Come on, let's get you to the hospital."

He helped her back into the car, giving her the plastic bag incase she lost the battle with her stomach again. He got in the car, speeding off towards the hospital.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

Jane grimaced.

"Not awesome." she relied.

"What are you feeling?" He wanted to know the extent of her reaction.

"Hot, itchy, nauseous and my stomach really hurts." she admitted. "And my mouth is starting to tingle."

"How about your breathing?" he asked, concerned about the symptoms in her mouth.

"It's ok…" she said, rubbing her abdomen. "It's mostly my stomach…" she grimaced, leaning forward when a particularly painful cramp hit. He reached out, putting his hand on her back, trying to comfort her.

Thankfully they weren't too far from the hospital. He pulled into the drop off zone, parking the car and getting out to help her to her feet. The rash on her face had gotten worse, and she had started shaking.

She wasn't doing so good.

He helped her into the ER reception, walking her up to the front desk.

"Hi she's having an allergic reaction, we need help." he said politely, yet urgently.

The nurse at reception took one look at Jane, and got to her feet rushing to get a wheelchair.

They helped Jane into it and wheeled her into the ER. They got her situated in a cubicle, the nurse taking down her obs. She handed Kurt a stack of paperwork and told them a doctor would be along shortly.

Kurt sat down on a chair beside Jane's bed, paperwork in hand. He stole a glance at her, his heart twinging at the discomfort on her face.

The doctor came in fairly quickly. Anything regarding allergic reactions had the risk of turning south fast.

He did his workup quickly, checking her vitals and asking her questions about her symptoms. He was kind and thorough and told her she would be ok after a course of high dose antihistamines and an antiemetic to help her stomach.

A nurse came in shortly setting up an IV. Jane would be in hospital for four to six hours, depending on how her symptoms progressed.

She had started vomiting again, Kurt offering her what comfort he could as she was violently sick into a bowl.

She spat then grimaced.

"This is revolting." she complained, bringing her hand back up to rest on her sore stomach.

Kurt smiled sympathetically, rubbing her on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry." she whispered.

He raised an eyebrow.

"What for?"

"Ruining dinner."

He chuckled.

"This isn't your fault. You didn't do this on purpose, Jane..." He paused. "... or did you?"

Her eyes widened, then relaxed seeing the amused look on his face.

She was starting to feel slightly better, the drugs finally doing their job.

"You don't have to stay…" she said quietly, suddenly feeling quite self conscious.

He smiled gently, leaning back into his chair.

"Well I don't exactly have anywhere else to be… you see my date ended rather abruptly." he teased.

Jane huffed.

"I thought you said this was no strings attached." she retaliated.

He shrugged.

"The strings attached when you puked on my shoes."

Jane reached out and smacked him on the arm.

"You're not going to let me live this down, are you?" she asked, feeling slightly mortified.

He chuckled.

"Nope… though you could make it up to me."

Jane raised her eyebrow.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Well we could try dinner again?" he asked, though there was a hint of something else in his eye. Did he look nervous?

Jane smiled softly.

"Ok… but this time I choose where we eat."

Kurt chuckled again.

"Fair enough."

#blindspot #blindspot fanfic #jane doe #kurt weller #jeller #badthingshappenbingo

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number1alienlover · 4 years

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Isa’s New Friend [Christmas Gift Exchange for Jelly]

A fic I wrote for this year’s Icejin gift exchange for @the-blueberry-jellyfish

“Oh, how I hate the holidays.” Lady Hiemal growled in annoyance to no one in particular as she shifted from foot to foot, tail lashing to and fro as she gazed upon her reflection shining from the shop’s window. A sharp scowl and narrowed red eyes stared back at her.

Only a few more minutes were left before the boutique would open, but to Hiemal, it felt like an eternity. She absolutely detested being around other people, being exposed to noise, and leaving the safe confines of her home. Suffering from intense paranoia and suspicion of other Arcosians was what kept the poor woman locked up in the confines of her bedroom for weeks upon weeks.

The second the double doors were unlocked, a wave of female Arcosians immediately rushed to the entrance, shrieking and frantically pushing one another. This shop sold some of the finest gowns and jewelry located on the planet, so it was no surprise that a majority of the ladies were determined not to leave empty handed and were even willing to resort to physical violence, if necessary. So many of them had been camping outside the boutique since early morning, all to get a headstart before the racks were completely empty.

“Uncivilized swine. Absolutely disgusting. Probably come from a pack of lower class vermin, I’d imagine. Hehe.” Though she found their behavior reprehensible, Hiemal managed a slight chuckle and the smallest hint of a smile threatened to register on her face.

Hiemal was careful to squeeze around the crowd that was already quickly forming and blocking the main entrance, somehow managing to get inside the boutique unscaved. Immediately, she grabbed a shopping basket and began to look over at the section in the middle of the building.

“Oh my!” Hiemal squealed in delight as she snatched multiple dresses, blouses, and gowns off the racks in rapid succession, stuffing them inside her basket quickly. She turned around rather fast and ended up colliding with another lady, unintentionally sending her to the ground.

“I’m sorry! Are you alright?” Immediately, Hiemal reached out to help her up. “I’m in a bit of a hurry, I suppose. Eager to finish my shopping and get back home.”

Isa graciously accepted Hiemal’s offer of help, taking her hand and standing to her feet. “Oh, it’s quite alright. No need for apologies. I’m Isa.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Isa. I’m Hiemal. Normally, I don’t much like to go shopping. But seems that it’s necessary when the holidays roll around.” While she talked to Isa, Hiemal continued to grab clothes from nearby racks, this time picking up a few items that were marked down by 20%.

“Oh, that’s a shame. I love shopping. Always so many new things to buy and try on! The holidays are a grand time to pick up on some amazing deals too!” Isa’s cart held fewer gowns than Hiemal’s did, but the top portion was crammed with perfume bottles, necklaces, and designer scarves.

Normally, Hiemal would be annoyed and put-off by Isa’s bubbly and energetic personality, but she surprisingly found it a bit endearing. “Well, you’re right about that. The discounts are definitely something worth bragging about. Almost tempting me to do this again next year. Almost.”

“You know something else? Holidays are divine for spending time with family. Are you doing anything special for today? Perhaps cooking a family dinner or something of the sort?” Isa’s eyes fell upon a sparkling set of earrings and she placed them inside her cart. Deciding she had more than enough, she wheeled her cart to one of the front registers to be ringed up.

“Actually, yes. I cooked everything last night so it would be ready to eat this morning. I know you and I barely know one another, but I am sort of spending today alone. It would mean a lot to me if you spent dinner with me, even if only for a few hours.” Hiemal had turned down any invitations to family events because she wanted to be by herself, but she was starting to regret it now. She hoped Isa would accept, spending the holidays alone was beginning to take its toll on Hiemal.

“I’d be honored! Absolutely thrilled!” Isa practically shrieked with excitement as she paid for her items, thanking the cashier with a gracious smile. “You didn’t even have to ask. No one should be spending today alone, regardless of the circumstances.”

Hiemal paid for her items and proceeded to leave the boutique side by side with Isa, the two continuing to talk about various topics as they walked to Hiemal’s home which wasn’t very far away from the shops.

By the time they’d finally arrived at their destination, it was evident that a friendship was beginning to develop between the two ladies. Hiemal didn’t think it was possible to befriend someone so fast after meeting them, so she was a little shocked. Isa, on the other hand, lived for making friends and prided herself on being easy to get along with so this didn’t come as a surprise to her in the slightest.

The second they entered Hiemal’s home, Isa immediately complimented the other woman on her expensive taste in decor and marveled in awe at the gorgeous paintings hanging from the walls. Though Hiemal never once mentioned her riches, Isa could tell she must have been from a wealthy, noble family and probably was the type to be humble about it.

As Hiemal walked upstairs to place her new clothes inside her bedroom closet, Isa continued to observe the ornate furniture and she was especially drawn to a rather gorgeous piano that sat in the corner of the den. Sheets of music and paper scrawled in messy handwriting sat in a pile. Not wanting to pry, Isa chose to ignore it and came to the conclusion that Hiemal must enjoy music and fine arts. Not uncommon for Arcosians with royal or noble blood coursing through their veins.

“You have a beautiful home, Hiemal. Very spacious, I might add.” When Hiemal reappeared at the bottom of the stairs, Isa quickly turned to give the woman her undivided attention, not wanting to ignore her. “At the risk of sounding downright nosy, I noticed a lot of pictures on the walls. Some of other Arcosians. Are they related to you or close friends of some sort?”

“Family members.” Hiemal sat down on the loveseat and took a sip from her coffee mug. “I requested that they ignore my presence for today because I would only bring them down. It’s easier on others if I’m miserable by myself. I invited you here because you seem immune to negative energy and to be quite frank, you are very pleasant to be around.”

Isa’s face fell when she heard that Hiemal genuinely believed she was a burden to her family. She didn’t know what illness the other woman was suffering from, but either way, it broke her heart. She went to sit next to her, placing a comforting hand on Hiemal’s shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.

“Your loved ones adore you, rest assured. If something happened to you, they would be heartbroken. I know your brain must be mean to you at times, but you have to know that in the eyes of your family, you matter so much to them.”

Hiemal sniffled and reached up to wipe away the fresh tears quickly spilling from her eyes. “It’s difficult to believe that. I feel like they’re so much better off. It’s like I do nothing but drag everyone down and they deserve better than that.”

Isa lightly shushed Hiemal and massaged her shoulders gingerly, allowing her to cry and pour out her emotions as she saw fit. She whispered words of encouragement to Hiemal and did her best to cheer her up. It wasn’t easy, but at some point, Hiemal did start to perk up slightly

The two spent the rest of the evening watching festive movies, playing board games, sharing cups of coffee, speaking of their family, and eating side by side inside Hiemal’s enormous dining room.

The meals that she prepared were nothing short of splendid, in Isa’s fine opinion. She complimented Hiemal on her cooking and baking skills multiple times in between bites of food, making the other female blush heavily. She wasn’t used to being complimented on anything, so Isa’s words were greatly appreciated.

Though Isa certainly didn’t expect to be invited over to a stranger’s home for the holidays, she was grateful that she and Hiemal happened to cross paths. She made a new friend in the process and seemed to make Hiemal’s mood fifty times better than it would have been.

Towards the end of the night, Hiemal retired to her bedroom, but not before embracing Isa in a tight hug and inviting her to stay the next morning for breakfast. Isa wasn’t in a hurry to leave either way, but the realization that Hiemal had already formed this close bond with her was truly heartwarming.

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The Very Best Holiday Presents For Dogs To Eat!

We've spent the last couple months testing as well as curating the most effective holiday gifts for dogs (and their individuals)-- and today's suggestions are all presents for your dog to EAT! If I needed to guess, I think today's possibly our dogs' favored day of the gift overview!

When it concerns screening edibles, I don't rely on the dogs. They do not have one of the most critical tastes. My initial step is to evaluate components to see if it's something I really feel comfortable giving them. Currently, I'm not a person that's "all health, constantly." I such as to balance a little bit of junk food from time to time. These victors, though, all rank actually very for being nutritious-- as well as I added our preferred supplements to balance out too many Christmas cookies. I had a tough time tightening it down, so right here are our favorite seven ideal holiday presents for dogs that they can EAT!

DGP

Let's kick this off with our supplement fave. I've covered this before, and if you have a dog with joint troubles or you simply desire preventative care, this is the one for you. DGP is all about sustaining flexibility as well as versatility, as well as if your dog is already on a glucosamine-type supplement, it can be included in provide extra support. Lucas has bad hips, as well as he's beginning to get a bit older-- though he appears unaware of that-- as well as likes to play at dog daycare eventually a week. It was taking its toll on his joints, but with the DGP, he currently appears to be rather solid. I'm SUPER satisfied with this supplement, as well as my big boy is going to stay on it without a doubt!

Indigo Triple Chews

Dental health and wellness is important, yet we aren't fantastic about brushing these guys' teeth. We look for oral products that maintain their teeth clean and their mouths healthy and balanced. The Indigo Triple Chews are by FAR our faves. They're digestible as well as grain-free. They integrate benefits by consisting of antioxidants as well as probiotics with the dental treatment. But why we enjoy them: They really are durable. We've tried every sort of dental chew, and also they complete them SO fast. Also quick for just how expensive they are. These seriously last longer than any other we tried. I desired a statistics, so I offered one to Lucas prior to I took a seat to write today. It took him from 3:24 up until 3:51. In my house, that's a Christmas miracle.

Fruitables Holiday Edition: Vanilla Snowflake Flavor

So, these deals with have without a doubt the very best story to them. They are made with genuine snows! Seriously! You can watch a video of them gathering the snow. These are tiny, crunchy treats that are made with 300 snowflakes in every bag. How funny and also adorable is that?! The active ingredients are quite allergy-friendly, as well. The deals with don't contain any wheat, corn, soy, man-made shades, or preservatives. While the young boys uncommitted too much regarding those aspects, they did gobble them up! I definitely like the story and also think these would make a very sweet stocking stuffer for any kind of fortunate pup!

Zuke's.

Complete disclosure: If you have a dog who is as food sensitive as Cooper is, Zuke's have actually not been the best deals with for him. Somehow, they actually intensify his sensitive stomach. For more details about dog sensitive food then visit https://petsish.com/best-dog-food-for-sensitive-stomach/ . The large young boys, on the other hand, couldn't. get. enough. We like Zuke's for training because they have a strong smell and are easily gotten into bits. These jerky ones, though, have a lamb that we're attempting with Coop, therefore much, so excellent! The other flavors are wonderful for the other dogs. There are a couple different beef options and turkey, as well. These jerky treats-- made from completely secure meat sourced in the United States and New Zealand, instead of China-- consist of genuine meat, carrots, blueberries, apples, as well as antioxidant-rich natural herbs. We damage them right into little items to make use of when we're collaborating with the dogs outside because the solid odor keeps them engaged. These are treats we NEVER wish to run out of!

Train-Me Treats.

We do a lot of training around here, and also we use treats for nearly every little thing from normal walks the block to instructing brand-new methods to dealing with whatever Cooper's brand-new fear-of-the-moment is. To keep them interested, we have to mix up the benefits. These training treats from Crazy Dog were brand-new to me, and they've been working so well. They're soft-- a lot far better than crunchy when training-- and all listing meat as the initial ingredient. They can be found in bacon, hen, and beef flavors as well as either 4-ounce or 6-ounce bags.

Animal Naturals of Vermont supplements.

Many years earlier, we drove from DC to Indiana. After that, later, from Indiana to Louisiana. After that, once again later on, from Louisiana to Indiana. Sigh. All those miles with the dogs is rather stressful, so we had actually been acquiring Pet Naturals of Vermont calming treats. They have a HUGE range of supplements beyond the preferred soothing treats, however, and we've been using the Daily Best for Emmett (although, I believe perhaps he needs the elderly formula) as well as the Skin + Coat. They're well-formulated as well as definitely have a great flavor-- the young boys gobble them up. Perk for any person with an allergy-prone dog: The Skin + Coat version is flavored with duck, making it more widely endured!

PetSafe 2-Meal Automatic Pet Feeder.

If you reside in a multi-pet house, this may not be the Christmas present for you (unless you have a feline that has separate access from your dog or something). My herd demands being fed at a particular time. Every. Single. Day. Breakfast is at 7. Dinner is at 5. I know not everybody has pets so diligent concerning their feeding times, yet these guys firmly insist. For a while, Coop was additionally eating lunch. And, actually, Newt gets a challenge toy mid-day. Anyhow, this item would certainly be a dream if you needed to do a mid-day feeding or if you had a late meeting or supper strategies and intended to feed your family pet on schedule. For a dog like Emmett-- that takes, roughly, 15 pills a day some of which need to be timed with dishes-- this would be a lifesaver if you needed to leave early/come house late. All you do is load the feeder, established a timer, and also TA DA! Your pet is fed the right amount at the right time, even if you have to go out or are running late! $34.95 for the 2-Meal (1.5 cups per side) version (HINT: The 5 cup version is coming later on in the week!).

Barker Kitsen deal with selection-- No much longer available.

You people, I'm in love. Can you be in love with a family pet merchant? I sure am! This online store is devoted to "under-the-radar items," which implies you're going to discover something NEW in their shop. I seriously enjoyed poking around, as well as I check out family pet items all-the-live-long day! From their objective: "The business's goal is to assist quality-minded pet owners make premium item choices to keep their family pets healthy and satisfied, while providing arising as well as unknown brands nationwide direct exposure as a circulation source for their products." As I claimed, I'm in love! They sent us a lot of deals with to try: Raw Bistro free-range bison liver and flaxseed deals with, natural pleasant potato treats from 2 Dogs Treats, Bixbi's Skin and Coat chicken bust jerky, as well as Scrappy Moo deals with. Not one of those deals with was a flop. We enjoyed them ALL. (Cooper can even consume the bison! Yippee!) And the product packaging is incredibly cute. Incorporated with the fantastic goal, I'm head over heels!

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