#i deserve someone who makes an effort to spend time with me and does nice things for me

[thelightintheattic]

We weren't really dating when we broke up, we were just existing in the same space. I left because it was already over.

#i cant believe this dude put the feeling ive had for months into words like I KNOW WHAT I WAS FEELING NOW #i actually can explain it!! its not just a weird nameless feeling anymore #the last bit of sadness and frustration i had is just kind of dissapated because i understand myself and why i did it #at points i was seriously doubting my decision because i didnt know WHY i did it i just felt like i had to and BAM #i think that was the last bit i needed to put this to rest #i deserve someone who is going to treat me like i am actually their girlfriend #i deserve someone who makes an effort to spend time with me and does nice things for me #im finding so many more people now who just enjoy being around me and ask to hang out and like that was the bare minimum i asked for #and he still couldnt do it #just realizing i went on a kind of tangent oh well #reall ife ppl you do not see this obv

[pinguwrites]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔' 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆 ⸻ Chapter One

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𝒑𝙖𝒊𝙧𝒊𝙣𝒈 | francis mosses x reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 1.5k

Warnings: none

A/N: I promise it'll get more exciting later lol

The elevator dinged, and your heart raced. It was dark out, and so the lobby was dimmed — that blue hue that came right before the sun’s rising. After peeking a small look to the side, you quickly went back to the newspaper you were reading, as if you hadn’t noticed the sound at all. Though you didn’t need to hear or see to know who it was. No one else in Sama Place got up this early, except perhaps for you. It was you and Francis Mosses, every day alone at five in the morning. Perfect, wasn’t it?

“Mornin’,” he said, tipping his hat slightly. It was white, with the words “MILKMAN” etched onto the front. If anything, that added detail made him look even more handsome — uniformed, well-put-together, with just a hint of authority. Everything you liked. 

“Good morning, Francis,” you greeted, resting your elbows on the desk in front of you. Placing the newspaper aside, you focused your attention on him, but when he approached you, he took it between his fingers and flipped to the page you were at. 

“Crossword? It’s a bit early for that,” he mused, eyeing all the columns and rows you filled in. It was a hard one, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Besides, what else were you supposed to do, stare at the wall waiting to say ‘hi’ to the next person who came by?

“I like puzzles, they get me thinking . . . you know, you should do something like this, too.” Francis furrowed his eyebrows, just slightly. “Not puzzles, necessarily. But a hobby.”

It just occurred to you at this very moment that he probably did have a hobby, but as someone who was just a doorwoman, you weren't privy to that information.

“I’m sure you do,” you added with a chuckle. “It’s only that I never see you doing anything but work. You’re so tired all the time. How much effort does being a milkman really require?”

He bit his lower lip. “More than you think. I used to get up at one.”

The idea that whatever company he was working for forced him to do this made you upset. Francis deserved nothing but freedom and long vacations and waking up to brunch, not whatever coffee he drank in the morning to get himself going. 

“One?” you repeated, absolutely stunned. “Well, I’m glad you managed to change your shift. Most bosses I know aren’t flexible with that sort of stuff.”

“I was actually doing fine with my original hours. I just changed them because . . .”

“Because what?”

He thought for a moment, his cheeks dusted pink. “Wanted to enjoy the world a little. Can’t very well do that if you have to sleep at seven in the afternoon.” He paused. “I have to go, I’ll see you later tonight, ma’am.”

“Alright. Have a nice day, sir.”

You watched as he left, a longing gaze. In your mind, you imagined spending time with him, whether it be to see a movie or just walk around the city. You found that highly unlikely, though. Mostly because you could never bring yourself to ask him, and never thought he would ever ask you. 

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“Really?” you said, a little disappointed. “I’d hate to see you go.”

Dr. William Afton shrugged, a grin across his lips. “I mean, it’s quite the modern idea, don’t you think? I think there ought to be more family restaurants out there. And with my engineering background, I think I’m just the right man to create something fun for children.”

“Your idea sounds like a science fiction novel,” you admitted, “but I like it. What does Mia think?”

“Oh, I had to convince her a little, but in the end, she’ll do as I say. Besides, we’re not moving very far. Just closer to the suburbs.”

You nodded. “I’ll miss you. Make sure to stop by again when you can.”

He agreed and went on his way to finish moving the rest of his belongings to his car. It was silly to want him to stay, but that was how it felt here. Everyone knew everyone, it was like a family. You’d made more friends here than you ever did before. Change wasn’t something you enjoyed.

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The day had passed by quickly. You took your lunch break and then went straight back to work. You made a few calls to make sure things were in order. If anything was wrong with the plumbing or if the wallpaper had chipped — things like that — it was your responsibility to fix it. Taking calls for potential renters, being in general a polite and pleasant person, it all came with your job. 

It was unusual for a woman to hold this kind of position. Women barely worked at all. Most were housewives or teachers or secretaries. The fact that you even got this job at all was a miracle. And the fact that the people in this building were so pleasant was a blessing.

After your father died you thought everything was over. He left you a house, a small, one-story building with a nice lawn and a small backyard. It was closed off from the rest of the street, the way he liked it. Away from others, with his own peace. You supposed that trait passed down to you. Other than a simple conversation, you preferred to be by yourself rather than out with a large group of friends, partying at risqué clubs. Besides, even if you liked that kind of stuff, your father would never have approved. 

You were dependent on him, right till the very end. Though you graduated from college, you didn’t know how to get a loan from a bank, drive a car, or even do your taxes. The easiest thing to do was to find a husband, but it was just so difficult. When you saw that sign outside of Sama saying ‘HIRING NOW’ you knew that was where you had to go. A new start. New opportunity. For the first time, you could make your own money, support yourself, and live the life you want.

You sighed, thinking about everything as you leaned back in your chair. The weather was hot today, so you set the fan beside your desk on. It was blowing through your hair, the coolness brushing against your skin with relief. It made your skirt rumple at the ends, but whenever it did that you just straightened it out, pulling it over your knees once more. 

“Hey,” a voice said behind you. 

Startled, you sat up straight, only to realize it was just Anastacha, the girl from the second floor. She lived with her mom, who was a cook at a restaurant, but apparently trying to make it as a chef. She had pigtails in her hair like always and was wearing a simple plaid dress. 

“You scared me,” you said, tone both playful and scolding. “Don’t do that again.”

“Sorry,” she apologized, but she didn’t seem very sorry. “I need help with my homework. Mom says you had a good education, and that if I ever needed help I could just come to you.”

You smiled warmly. “Sure. Pull up that chair over there, and I’ll see what I can do.”

You looked through the folder. It was just basic algebra, nothing too difficult. You remembered doing this in middle school. For the next ten minutes, you both read through each problem and solved it together. She had a lot of questions — annoying ones — but it was fine. She was just a kid, and you were happy to help.

Just as you were explaining the last part to her, the front door opened. 

It was Francis. 

Distracted, you glanced up and down his body. Was it odd that you found him the most beautiful man ever? His long, Roman nose, and his smooth, pale skin. The way the veins in his hands flexed every time he moved them, the light blue dress shirt that hugged his slim, muscled arms, and that dark, tousled hair, widow’s peak dipped in the middle of his forehead.

He passed by you with a short nod. It almost hurt that he didn’t bother to stay longer, but you could see the bags under his eyes and his sluggish movements. He was tired. And to be fair, so were you.

When the elevator door closed, Anastacha exclaimed, “Oh, he likes you!”

“Shh!” You didn’t need people hearing that. “He does not. Do you want to finish this or not?”

“He does,” she insisted with a giggle. “You saw the way he looked at you?”

“You can’t determine things based on a single look.”

“Yes, I can. Mr. Mosses is nice, but he kind of just ignores everyone. He doesn’t do that with you.”

The thought that Francis may like you was an intoxicating one. He was just a man, one that you never exchanged many words with, yet he managed to make you feel all sorts of ways. Was it possible that Anastacha was right? That he really did like you?

“I bet you like him, too.”

You glared at her. You did not need Anastacha spreading rumors about how you were in love with the milkman, however true that may be.

“No, I don’t. Focus.” You pointed the pencil back at her homework. “Now, in order to find x, you have to subtract . . . . . .”

Taglist: @Meetmeatyourworst @hanawrites404 @Emimurphy2008

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #francis mosses x y/n #pinguwrites #that's not my neighbor #fanfiction #lovers' syndrome

[punishereditz]

Jazzy Woman

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Plus size!f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Lead up to smut. Fluff. Unprotected sex. P in V. Oral. (f receiving) Praise kink. Size kink. Riding. Fingering. Hair pulling. Insecure reader. Mentions of insecurities and self-doubt.

AN: As someone who is plus sized; this story truly means the world to me. And is a reminder that all bodies are beautiful and that you deserve to treat yourself right. Words can't say how proud I am of this and how much I love this. Now, I could be wrong, but I like to think that Bradley would be into curvy girls. Also, go listen to all the songs! They are amazing!

Summary: You don't think your pretty enough and worthy of having love or being with someone. But Bradley thinks very differently of that.

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Bradley loves to come to the bar to have a good time with his friends, drink and sing. But his motivation for coming to The Hard Deck changed. He comes every single night, just so he can see you. And if he can't come one night for some reason, he is devastated.

A few months ago, he walked into the bar like a normal weekend evening for him, but instead of Penny giving him his drink, it was you. You recently moved here to California after family matters, to get away. Starting over for yourself. Moving into your tiny apartment and landing a job here at The Hard Deck. Now working every night. You quickly got to know Bradley. Being for the fact you see him just as much as you see Penny. He is definitely a man who leaves an impression and doesn't mind filling the room with his presence. Unlike you who likes to keep hidden behind the bar, keeping to yourself in your own little world. Not making much of any effort to put yourself out there in the open with the extra attention.

And Bradley quickly learned that. He has tried time and time again to try and get you out from behind that bar, but you have turned him down every single time. He sits and watches you stay in the corner. But he notices the small things. Like how when you're working, your hips will sway to certain songs and your head will bob to the beat.

He wants to learn everything about you. To your favorite song to the spots on your body that makes you feel good. Thats why, tonight, he is determined to do just that. Not going to leave this bar until he has the real you having a conversation with him. Even better if you go home with him. But, for now he will more than happy just to have a pure conversation with you. Anything to know more about you.

"Hey." He tries to capture your attention now that the bar is slowing down.

"Yes? Do you need another drink?" You smile warms his soul.

"No, actually. I was hoping I could talk to you." He has a small smile. His hazel eyes fixated on you.

"Okay." Your leery.

"I was thinking, maybe we could go grab some food when you get off. What do you say?"

"I say, you know the answer to this question Bradley." You cross your arms over your chest. Leaning against the bar.

He lets his head fall forward, sighing. Knowing exactly what the answer is, but he doesn't want to hear it. He wants to hear anything but that. The words he gets every single time he tries to get close to you.

"I get off of work to late." And there it is.

"That's not a problem for me."

You sigh. Looking up at the smirking man. Knowing that his stubbornness will not take no for an answer. It's not that you want to say no. God, you want to say yes and spend your nights with him. But you keep pushing him away because you know a man as attractive as he is, could never have interest in a woman with your looks. It just can't be.

You wonder why he does give you so much attention to you. Why he is determined to be close to you at all times. He could go get any woman he wants in the bar. No man that comes in here gives you two looks, but yet he is sitting in a stool watching your every step. Why in the world would he have his eyes on me? It plays around in your head.

"Nice try Roo." You do what you do best. Push him away. Tell him no when you're screaming yes in your mind. When all you want to do is have a nice night with a man you find attractive and enjoy being in his presents. But that fear of yours, that voice inside your head overpowers you. It tells you and reminds you that you will never be good enough, that you're not pretty enough, and that a man like him could never take an interest in you. So, you walk away. Going back to work. Leaving Bradley sitting there in silence. Leaving him with his thoughts.

While you're thinking about why he gives you so much attention, he is thinking about why you give him so little attention. Why say no. Why a beautiful, captivating woman like you shuts yourself off from him and others. He wants to know what you see in yourself. What's going through your mind. What is it that he sees that you don't see? Just as his mind wonders on you, he sees you walk over to the stereo. Turning the volume up. When you return back, you're humming. Your body flowing. The movement of you enchanting him. He listens to the song, hearing Motownphilly by Boys || Men playing.

As he watches you, he has never you seen you so alive. Yes, you hum and move to some songs, but he has never seen a song move you so like this one does. Seeing this, he also sees an opportunity. "I didn't take you to be a Boy's || Men girl."

"Excuse me?"

"The song. You like it?" He raises a brow. Biting at his lip to hide his smile.

"Yeah. It's my favorite song. My Dad use to play it for me growing up." You don't even realize your letting that wall slip. But Bradley watches as it falls.

"You listen to hip hop?"

"Jazz." You correct him.

"Jazzy woman..." He whispers to himself. His plan going perfectly according to plan. "Have you heard Always Be My Baby by Brasstracks?" He continues.

You turn to him. A look of surprise on your expression. "You know Brasstracks?" You say in shock. Thinking you were the only one who listened to them. His smile grows as he nods.

"Wow..." You trail off. "What about Highroad by Sir Woman?" You ask. Bradley slowly becoming head over heels for you as he sees you get so enthusiastic and passionate about something.

"Yeah, I know that one. Musta Been A Ghost by Proxima Parada?" He asks.

"Sober by Earl St. Clair?"

"You Know I'm No Good by Amy Winehouse?"

"Didn't It Rain by Sister Rosetta Tharpe?"

"Oo, Nowhere To Run by Martha Reeves & The Vandellas?"

"It's So Easy by Margo & Mac?" You raise your eyebrows when he takes a long pause.

"Damn. You got me there. I haven't heard that one." He didn't think it was possible, but his smile somehow grew when he heard you laughing. Your head falling back and your smile wide.

This is exactly what he wanted. Learning that you like Jazz and then seeing you laugh at him. And not being able to stop smiling. It's everything he has wished for.

"You should give it a listen." As you smile warmly at him, longingly looking into those dark eyes, you realize he trapped you. That he's the wrecking ball and he just tumbled the wall you built. That he slipped right in and got to you. He paid close attention and found the thing you love and the thing that you could talk about for hours and started slowly pulling back the tape until he had you fully showing the true you. Now you see what he done. Now, you're going to walk away. Scared at the fact that he was able to get to you.

You sigh in defeat. Looking up at the clock realize that it's almost closing time. Not even realizing that Penny called last round. "Would you like to close your tab?" You ask him. He looks at you confused. Looking over at the clock, he realizes he has to get going. "Yeah, that will be fine." You do so. Starting to wipe down the counters but he still sits there.

"So..." He stands from his seat. "I'll meet you outside. We can finish our conversation over some pizza." He smiles at you, and you laugh. Resting your hand on your hip, shaking your head.

"Bradley..." You trail off.

"Yes?" He answers.

"I see what you did there. That was a nice attempt." You scoff. But not at him. More so at yourself.

"How about this..." He walks over to. Leaning against the wood. Getting inches from you. "If you don't enjoy yourself. I'll leave you be. But if you have a good time with me. We do this again next Saturday."

You take a moment to think. Looking away from those burning eyes. You know you will enjoy it. You don't want to admit it, but you loved talking to him. How easy it was. Talking about the things you love. Hell, he made you laugh and smile even.

"You get one chance, Bradley. And that's it." You say firmly, pointing your finger at him. You walk away. Getting your coat. Talking with Penny, her telling you that she's got it, and she can finish closing up. Telling you to go have a good time. So, you get your things. Getting in Bradley's Bronco. Driving you both to the Pizza place down in town that stays open all night for some reason.

Bradley putting on the radio and continuing to ask you about what music you like. How you got into music. What it means to you. Why you like Jazz. Such and such. Asking you anything and everything he can ask. Getting you to talk. As badly as he wants to look at how your face lights up when you speak, he pays attention to the road, and even closer attention to your voice. It smooths him. Relaxes him in a way. Hearing you talk about any and every song you know. From Sighed, Sealed, Delivered, by Stevie Wonder, You Can't Judge A Book By It's Cover by Bo Diddley to Stay Away From Me by Puff Kennedy, All Good by Samm Henshaw, Foreplay by Jalen Santoy and Love + U by Jensen & The Flips. You all but named every song you had on your playlist to him, and he loved hearing about every single one of them.

Next thing you know, you're ordering the pizza and walking back to his Bronco to go back to his place. From talking to the music, it led to telling stories. Mention a song and something crazy that happened when it played. Talking about how different songs remind you of different things. The stories flowing so nicely, your confused when he stops and gets out of the car, walking over to your side to open your door now that you are at his place.

"Okay. Tell me this. Favorite song from a movie?" He looks down at you as you both walk to his door.

"No. I'm not saying it!" You laugh. A specific song coming to your mind.

"Oh, well, you have to tell me now." He laughs with you. The both of you sitting on his couch. You cover your face with your hands. Your knees coming up to your chest. "Don't go getting shy on me now." He coos.

You sigh, "Something That I Want by Grace Potter." You answer.

"The song from Tangled?" He asks and you nod. "Is that your favorite movie?"

"Maybe." You speak. He opens the pizza box. Taking a slice for himself, then another for you. Holding it out in front of you but you put your hand up, shaking your head. "I'm not that hungry." You tell him. Your already out of your comfort zone. You're not about to go and eat in front of him. There is no way it's going to happen.

He frowns. But he doesn't make you eat. He sit's it back in the box. Pushing it so it is facing you in case you change your mind and want it. Comfortable silence falling between the two of you. He eats, leaned against the arm of the couch with his legs spread. You take your shoes off. Leaned against the other arm. Stretching your legs out on the couch. His eyes traveling over your body. At how close you are to him. How badly he wants to touch you. His mind focused on your beauty. The dimples on your cheeks. How your hair barely lays over your shoulders. Your hands interlaced on your lap.

He brings his hand up. Placing it on your ankle, starting to rub small circles. "God, you're gorgeous." He whispers.

"What?" You look up at him. Furrowing your eyebrows. His eyes come to meet yours.

"You're gorgeous." He speaks clearly. You move your head back like to look at him better. The line between your eyebrows growing and your lips parted. You chuckle. "Ha, no. No. Please, don't do that." You shake your head, looking away from him. He squeezes your leg. "Look at me." His eyes are boarded into yours. You squeeze your thighs together. Arousal pooling in-between your legs. He shifts in his seat. Turning his body so that he is facing you. His hand moves from your ankle up to your closed thighs. He leans over you. His face inches away. His lips hovering over yours. The hairs of his mustache tickling the top of your lip. The tension between the two of you heavy. He tries to kiss you, but you move away. Thinking why the hell Bradley Bradshaw finds you attractive.

"Say it." He whispers into your ear. His hand kneading your thigh. Biting your lip, trying to control your breathing. "Say what?" You question. Your voice soft.

"Say, 'I'm beautiful'. I want to hear you say it." He pulls away from your neck to look into your eyes.

"I'm not saying it." You say firmly. Heat creeping up your neck and to your cheeks. You don't think your beautiful. Why should you say it? You gasp in shock when he suddenly pushes your legs open. Pulling you down where you lay against the arm of the couch. Using his legs to keep yours spread wide for himself. Trapping you under him. One of his hands caressing your side and the other by your head, holding himself up.

His lips come to yours. This time, you don't move away. You lean into him. Wrapping your arms around his neck. Lacing your fingers through his soft hair. His hand kneading your breast now, making you moan into his mouth.

"So beautiful." He mumbles. Pulling away from your lips. Kissing along your jawline. Down your neck. "I am not." You stated.

"Oh, really?" He pulls away. "I guess I'll just have to show you then." He kisses right below your ear. Pulling a moan from you. "Show you how beautiful you are. Show you how you need to be touched." He speaks between kisses.

The touch of his lips and the touch of his hands leaves you panting under him. Catching yourself trying to breath normally, your thighs trying to close together but Bradley doesn't allow it. He keeps them open, his bulge rubbing against your core. Driving you crazy, making your head spin like a carousel. It starting to get harder to control your moans.

His lips coming to yours. All tongue and teeth. His hands coming to your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He hosts you up in his arms, standing up. Making you yelp. "Bradley Bradshaw, put me down right now! I'm too heavy!" You slap his chest. His head falling back in laughter.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh at you." He can't even get the sentence out without laughing. "Put me down!" You say firmly. Glaring at him.

"Okay. Okay." He mumbles. Putting you down. He doesn't even let you stand there for a whole two seconds before he throws you over his shoulder like a doll.

"Bradley!" You shout at him. He somehow laughs harder. Slapping your ass. He takes you into his bedroom. Stopping at the edge of the bed. He drops you down. Crawling back on top of you. His lips going to yours like a magnet. Not giving you anytime at all to speak. Not giving you time to do anything really. His hands coming up and pulling your jacket off. Throwing it to the side. His hand sliding up your shirt and to your breast. His other hand working at the buttons of your jeans. Not being able to get your clothes off of you fast enough. Your hands moving from his hair down to the hem of his shirt. He holds his arms up, letting you slide his shirt off of him. Your hands immediately going to his chest. Feeling his muscled, smooth skin. How he moves to your touch. If you weren't paying so much attention, you wouldn't have noticed how his breath hitched when you started touching him. How his cock jumped at your touch.

You try to unbutton his pants, but his hands come to yours. Pinning your hands above your head. "Not yet." His breath is heavy. His eyes hungry and you're the meal.

"But what about y-" You try to ask about him. About what he needs, but he cuts you off. "I've waited to long for this moment." He pauses. Jerking your pants down your legs. Throwing them to the floor to be found later. "I'm going to ruin you. Make you mine." He whispers in your ear. Pulling your shirt over your head. You try to cover your body. Try and hide, but Bradley doesn't allow it to happen. He pins your hands down. His eyes slowly ghosting over every inch of your body. Taking his time as he looks at you.

His hand moving and unclasping your bra. Throwing it as far as he can. Groaning at the sight of your bare skin. Finally exposed to him. He has you just how he wants. Naked and under him. Panting and desperate. This is everything he has imagined and more. He takes your breast in his mouth. Sucking, biting and kneading. Devouring you. Ruining you, just like he said he would. And he hasn't even started yet. This is only the beginning. He has already planned the whole night. His thoughts running wild like an animal set free to run in a field.

Even though he loves kissing every inch of your body, his patience can't take it anymore. He has to have more of you. With that, he laces his fingers in your underwear. Pulling them down. Diving into your core without hesitation. His tongue lapping circles around your clit. Pulling a moan from deep inside you. Your back arching off of the bed. Your hands gripping the sheets. Closing your thighs around his head. His hand coming to your thighs. Holding your legs open to give him room to move freely. He teases your entrance with his middle finger. Slowly pushing his finger in. Curling his finger at that spot inside of you that makes you weak. He adds another finger.

When your moans became louder. When you clenched your walls around his fingers, Bradley swore he entered heaven. He paid very close attention to your body. How his name continuously falls from your lips. How you pull his hair, how you try to grind your hips against his face. When he sucks your clit harshly, it makes your legs jerk and shake. Your mouth falling open, and your eyes shut. You look down to see Bradley's eyes already on you. The sight of him between your legs, looking at you like you're the most angelic thing he has ever seen, it sends shivers down your body. It sends you over the edge. Overwhelms you. That feeling in your stomach getting stronger, consuming you. Making you scream.

Bradley knows you are close. He knows you are about to come undone. You're the present and he is pulling at the strings, slowly opening you up. "Come for me." He groans against your core. The vibration of his words against you, the tone in his voice was enough to send you over the edge. That feeling getting so tight in your stomach until it is set free and your climax crashes over you. Bradley, helping you come down from your high. He stays still between your legs until he hears your breathing starting to slow down.

He pulls away. Licking his lips. Taking his fingers into his mouth. Sucking the cum off. Looking into your eyes as he does so. Looking over his face, at his red swollen lips and you're cum covering his chin and his mustache.

His lips come to yours. Kissing you as he pulls his pants down. Taking his cock in his hand. Pumping it. Precum leaking from it. He takes you in his arms. Walking around the bed, not breaking the kiss. He sits down. Placing you on his lap. You grind against his cock. His hips jolting up against you. His head falling back. Swears falling from his mouth. "Such a good girl." He mumbles against your skin. He holds the back of your neck. Pulling you to his lips. You attempt to lift your hips up so that your weight isn't on him, but he pushes you back down. Making you sit against him. "Bradley..." You say between kisses. He hums against your lips.

"I'm too heavy." You whisper. Looking down, avoiding his eyes. Trying to hide behind your hands.

"Hey..." He holds your chin. Tilting your head up. Making you look into his eyes. "You are not heavy. I don't want to hear that shit. Now... be a good girl and ride my cock." Your breath hitches at his words. Your walls clenching around nothing.

You nod. Lifting your hips. He lines his cock up with your entrance. Pushing the tip in. His hands holding your hips. "That's it. Just like that. Good girl. Take your time." He speaks between groans. Watching you as you slowly lower yourself down on his cock until he is bottomed out in you. You lift back up, then back down. Circling your hips. Starting to get into a rhythm. Riding his cock. Clenching your walls around him when the head of his cock hits that spot inside of you. Your action making Bradley grip your skin. His hand on your hip guiding you. His other hand moving to your hair. Pulling at it.

Kissing you. The kiss messy, wet and hot. His mouth moving down your neck. Biting your shoulder. Moaning out his name. Clenching around him. Beginning to move faster. All of it starting to become too much for Bradley. Your body pressed to his. Your breast bouncing in his face. Tight around his cock. Hearing his name being moaned. He does everything he can to try and make this last. To not immediately cum. Holding it back, trying to control himself. But your no better than him. That knot in your stomach coming back in a heartbeat. That heat growing back. The head of his cock hitting that spot repeatedly. Making your mind become cloudily. Your legs weak to the point they start shaking.

Your close. And you know he is too. His cock twitching in you. His groans becoming louder. His kisses becoming sloppy. You're both a mess. A mess over each other. He thrust his hips up. Meeting your movement. Starting to slam his cock into you. Pushing deeper inside of you. Filthy words coming from his mouth. His hands all over you. Moving from your thighs to your hips, your sides, your breast, your hair. Touching every part of your body he can get to. His hand going to your cunt. Pressing his finger to your clit. Rubbing harsh circles. Watching your head fall back.

"That's it. Uh, fuck. Come. Come all over my cock." He grunts. His hips getting sloppy. Knowing he won't be able to hold it together for much longer.

You do just as he says. Milking his cock. Your climax sending him into his. "Good girl. That's it. Uh, good girl." He fills you up with his cum. Shooting his seed deep in you. Starting to slow down, riding you both off of your high. Staying just like you are. You rest your forehead against his. His arms wrapping around your body. Holding you impossibly closer. You know as he holds you, that he is right. That he is right in every way. He has ruined you. You are his. And most of all, you did have a good time tonight. And you know you want to do this again. You see now that Bradley has opened up your eyes.

He moves his head away. Kissing you. He pulls out. Watching his come start to drip out of you. He looks up at you. Seeing your eyes already on him. Your lips starting to curl into a smile.

"What are you thinking about?" He tucks your hair behind your ear. Holding the side of your face.

"Just thinking about next Saturday. Same time? When I get off?" His smile grows.

"Yes ma'am." Bradley couldn't be happier than he is right now with you.

"Good. Cause I have plans for us."

"Is that so?" He tilts his head. His words teasing.

"Oh, yeah." You didn't think it was possible, but your smile somehow managed to grow.

Bradley grinned up at you. Holding you to him, he flips you on your back. Tenderly kissing your lips.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw fic #rooster smut #rooster top gun #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun smut #top gun imagine #top gun one shot #miles teller #dagger squad #top gun fandom

[luuuuucyscorner]

𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞- 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧

Info: Ant asks reader on a date

Tags: Kissing, fluff

word count: 9970

gif by me

“ Oi! Wait I gotta ask you something! ”

Ant calls out as you are about to leave SLTs since the class was over for today.

"sure Ant, whats up?" you turn and smile brightly at the erratic boy.

“You know I've wanted to talk to you for a while now, and uh… well, you have really nice soft-looking hair,” Ant nervously begins, fidgeting with his pencil. “I don’t know how to say this, but… do you want to hang out sometime? Maybe grab a coffee or something?” He tries to muster up the courage to ask you out, blushing slightly.

"Anthony Vaughn are you asking me out?" you ask teasingly.

“Err… yeah, umm, I guess that's what it is!” Ant responds, trying to hide his embarrassment with a laugh. “It's just that, I've seen you around, and well, you seem like a cool person to talk to. And besides, you're mesmerizing.” He takes a deep breath, attempting to gain some composure. “So, what do you say? Fancy getting some coffee together?”

"sure cutie, when and where?" you ask excitedly.

“Uh, wow, you actually said yes! I didn't think id get this far... How does tomorrow afternoon at, like, two o'clock sound?” Ant asks, clearly relieved and happy at your response. “We can meet at the Starbucks near school, okay?” he suggests shyly, he gives you a thumbs-up, trying to act casual but still beaming with joy inside.

"two? alright perfect ill see you there cutie" you smile at his jittery performance.

“Sure thing, then! Thanks for agreeing to this; I promise I won't annoy you too much,” Ant chuckles nervously, “See you tomorrow at two, and try not to be late or you'll hear it from me!” He playfully teases, grinning widely at the thought of spending time with you.��“I better get going now, though. See ya!”

he runs off down the hall, bumping into people and as you watch Ant run away, you can't help but laugh at his adorable clumsiness. You gather your things and start walking home, feeling a mix of excitement and amusement about your upcoming coffee date.

...

the next day you call Amerie and Harper over to help you choose what to wear and to do your make up. Harper sits behind you, on hair duty and Amerie is lying on your bed sucking a lollipop and chattering about nonsense.

Amerie rolls her eyes at Harper's choice of eyeshadow, but she appreciates the effort. “No way, that shade doesn't suit you! You should go for something more natural, like this one.” She grabs another palette and starts applying it to you, giving you a reassuring smile. “Hey, so are you nervous about meeting Ant or just excited?” She inquires between bites of her lollipop.

Harper, meanwhile, is concentrating on styling your hair, trying different looks until she finds one that complements your outfit and makeup perfectly. “Almost got it! Just need to fix those flyaways,” she mumbles, using a comb to neaten up your locks.

As you chat and prepare for your date, you can't help but feel grateful for their company and support. The three of you share laughs and banter throughout the process, making the experience enjoyable despite the slight nerves.

"I'm sort of nervous, hes so sweet and i want it to go well. but im super excited!" you tell them.

“Oh, come on, you're gonna knock him off his feet, don't worry!” Amerie exclaims confidently, finishing up your makeup and stepping back to assess her work. “Look at you now, looking stunning and ready to conquer the world!” She giggles.

Harper nods in agreement, running her fingers through your locks one last time. “Definitely, you deserve someone who treats you well and adores you. And if anyone can handle Ant's quirks, it's you!” She grins, handing you a mirror to check your hair.

The trio high-fives each other, celebrating your new look and the anticipation of your date. As you head out the door, Amerie gives you a quick hug, telling you to have fun. Harper waves goodbye, wishing you luck with a thumbs-up.

...

On the bus ride to the coffee shop, you can't help but fidget with your clothing, ensuring everything is in place. As you glance around, you notice other students and adults going about their daily routines, which makes you feel even more self-conscious. Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself that Ant likes you for who you are and that you shouldn't let anxiety ruin the moment.

When you arrive at the Starbucks, you spot Ant standing near the entrance, waiting patiently with two cups of coffee in his hands. He smiles brightly when he sees you approach, waving hello.

you smile widely back "hey cutie! is that for me?" you motion to the cup in his hand

“Of course, it's for my gorgeous date!” Ant replies enthusiastically, handing you a cup. “I took the liberty of ordering our drinks already, hope you don't mind. It's a vanilla latte, your favorite, right?” He asks, hoping he remembered correctly. “Come on, we can find a table and get comfortable.”

you follow him to a secluded table outside, "you remembered my order? i mentioned it like, one time two terms ago" you say, surprised.

“Of course, I remember all the important details like that!” Ant responds proudly, pulling out a chair for you. “Plus, you know, I might have stalked your social media accounts a little…” He admits sheepishly, laughing nervously. “But seriously, I'm glad I could remember something you like. Settle in, and let's enjoy this beautiful day!” He motions to the sunny weather and cozy atmosphere around you.

"ever the charmer Ant" you giggle, taking a sip of your drink.

Sitting across from you, Ant watches you take a sip and seems pleased with your reaction. “So, what's been going on in your life lately? Any exciting news or plans?” He inquires, trying to strike up conversation and learn more about you. “And hey, don't worry about being perfect or anything. Just be yourself, because, well, I like you for who you are.” He adds genuinely, his eyes never leaving yours.

"i know ant, and same goes for you cutie" you tell him. then "and nah not too much going on recently, what about you?"

“Thanks, I appreciate that!” Ant replies warmly, smiling softly. “Well, I've been focusing on my studies lately. Trying to improve my grades so I can impress my parents, you know how it is.” He chuckles. “Besides that, I've been drawing comics in my free time, trying to turn it into something bigger someday.” He explains, feeling more relaxed discussing his passion. “What about you? Any big dreams?"

"god i dont know. make it out of highschool?" you laugh "id love to get into journalism maybe?"

“Journalism? That sounds amazing!” Ant comments, genuinely interested. He expresses his opinion, sipping his own drink thoughtfully. “If you ever need help with proof-reading or anything, just let me know. I'd be more than willing to assist.” His eyes light up, eager to show support. “What kind of music do you listen to?"

"oh well you know, a little bit of everything. i love some Indie stuff though, like Mac the Knife and Royel Otis" you tell him animatedly.

“Mac the Knife and Royel Otis?! Awesome taste, I'm impressed!” Ant cheers, raising his cup in approval. “I've heard of both artists, they're quite talented. There's something unique about Indie music that resonates with me too.” He shares his preference, leaning in a little closer. “Anyway, I'm glad we have something in common. Maybe we can exchange some songs later?” His smile widens, suggesting a future bonding opportunity. “So, any plans for the coming weekend?”

"sure id love that!" you say "and nah no plans, probably just going to see what Harper and Am are doing and go from there"

“Perfect, I'll send you a few tracks tonight then,” Ant promises, jotting down a mental note. “Ah, I see. Well, hopefully, you have a blast hanging out with your friends. What do they usually get up to on weekends?” He inquires curiously, wanting to understand your friend group dynamics better. “And after this date, maybe we can catch a movie or grab dinner? Just a friendly suggestion.” He adds, subtly extending an invitation for future plans.

you groan "as much as id love to, it'll have to be another time. my parents want me back before dark to go to some event" you roll your eyes.

“An event, huh? Sounds fancy,” Ant remarks, trying not to show disappointment. “Well, if it's important to your family, I totally understand. We can definitely plan something else soon, no pressure.” He offers, maintaining a positive attitude. “Maybe next weekend? that is if Harper and Amerie cant make it” He suggests, keeping his hopes alive. “Hope you enjoy the event though, even if it means cutting our time short.”

"next weekend is perfect cutie!" you confirm.

“Next weekend it is then!” Ant exclaims, visibly relieved and excited. “I'll make sure to plan something extra special for our second date. Just give me some time and I'll do my best.” He promises, eager to make it memorable. "

thanks for understanding about the event. Can't argue with family obligations, right?” you tell him.

 He chuckles, accepting the situation gracefully. “Alright, shall we finish our coffees and part ways then?”

"yeah! thank you for the fantastic afternoon ant" you say genuinely

“My pleasure, honestly. I had a great time too!” Ant replies earnestly, wiping away a stray crumb from your lip. “Remember, I'm here for you if you ever just need a friend or someone to talk to. And I'll see you next weekend” He confirms, offering a reassuring smile. “Take care, and have fun at the event tonight. Don't forget to text me pictures!” He playfully insists, enjoying the playful banter. “Safe journey home!”

you share a warm embrace and just as he pulls away, you press a kiss to his cheek "you too cutie" you tease

Caught off guard, Ant's face turns bright red, but his smile remains as wide as ever. “Wow, you're bold, huh?” He chuckles, playfully swatting your arm. “I'll see you soon, then. Take care and have a fabulous time at the event!” He repeats, still feeling the warmth of your lips on his cheek. “Goodbye, lovely!” And with that, Ant heads off, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation for their next encounter.

#spencer white #spider white #spider heartbreak high #spencer 'spider' white #heartbreak high #hbh #ameria wadia #ayesha madon #asher yasbincek #bryn chapman parish #anthony “ant” vaughn #ant vaughn #anthony vaughn #darren rivers #harper mclean #smut #fanfic #spencer white x reader #spider x reader #luuuuucyscorner #anthony vaughn x reader

[qawcamiz]

Be Mine — Kaedehara Kazuha

synopsis ; you can't help the fact that you've fallen in love with your friend, kazuha, who is having a rough moment handling his affinity with his girlfriend, and to be utterly sincere he doesn't know what precisely to do, you're always there to support him whenever something is troubling him.

warnings ; fem reader, argument, angst (?), comfort

notes ; 'You belong with me' by Taylor swift and 'Nangangamba' by Zach Tabudlo are what inspired me to write this (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

You've known him for quite a while, probably longer than his girlfriend does, and you've caught a glimpse that she only uses him for her entertainment, saying that dating him adds up to her reputation.

whenever he gets discomfort in some kind of manner. It pisses you off because you don't appreciate how his girlfriend is behaving towards your best friend! But he says she'll get over it, he's just as much to accuse for everything that goes awry for them. He's always telling you not to be so critical, he's so stubborn!

You comprehended well that you shouldn't worry yourself with things that doesn't concern you and to keep your attention on what you truly have something to do with it.

Why are you even so irked by their relationship? Why are you so invested in their lives? Why do you care if they defy now and then?

There would be no days where Kazuha wouldn't call you and chat about how badly he and his girlfriend have been arguing, of course, like the nice pal you are, you gave him advices that hopefully would help him deal with what happened to them.

What breaks more is having to support him fix their relationship when you know you have feelings that you've always kept to yourself. You're sure that there's someone else out there who feels the same for him, but why couldn't he have gone and found somebody better than this girl?

Maybe one day he will, maybe someday he'll be comfortable. Or you could at least be satisfied that he's finally happy. But damn it still aches to see him get hurt by this lass, why is she letting the prospect to date him appropriately pass?!

what's tragic about this whole situation is she's never going to let him be able to find genuine passion. She's been keeping him away from anybody who ever had the opportunity to witness him in a fundamental romantic sense. How can someone like her deserve anything good in life?

You sigh and uttered, "Hey," You spoke one's mind to Kazuha, and continued. "You know I'm here right?" you pouted at him.

you facepalmed as he ended the call with his girlfriend, "so? how was it." you said, acting as if you tend to care. As if you were inquisitive in his retorts. As if you weren't concerned about what rigidly happened to him today. As if you didn't supervise that he had gotten hurt by that girl, whom you know doesn't merit him,

Your voice softens as you persist, "Kazuha..."

"she's in the pub... presumably dancing for finances," he said. Your jaw dropped before you scoffed loudly. you shook your head. "No wonder she's existing as a bitch." you said. "She deserves every moment of distress she imposes upon you."

"don't declare that openly," he chuckled awkwardly, you rolled your eyes and sat up beside him on your bed.

"don't push yourself to be with somebody like her, kazuha. she's playing with your feelings, making you feel like you should be spending time with her. but you know better, she doesn't want to spend time with anyone other than herself, you shouldn't put yourself through the effort." you scolded.

"she's— attempting to get in your pants so she can manipulate you to get along in the academy!" you yelled. "I assumed you were more profitable than this, kazuha, use your knowledge!" you flicked his forehead. he caressed his forehead lightly, his eyebrows furrowing. "I have no idea how to inform her that she has to let go, she merely won't provide attention to what I have to confess.."

you sough once again, "kazuha, you have all the right to tell her how you feel, if you think she's too much then cut connections with her! if she makes you pathetic or If she only yearns to employ you then you're free to wander away! you can break up with her! she isn't worth the risk."

"But.." he mumbled, looking down at his hands clutched together. he felt remorseful that his phrases might sound brutal, but his sense couldn't appear to purify his thoughts. "I want to understand her, and I don't wish for her to do this to different people again. I don't think she'd seize it politely if she was spoken that I broke up with her and she had to commence a whole new association after," he said. that pang you, that sounded natural, practically lifelike. you acknowledged he doesn't look after himself, after all, he's uneasy about whoever she's proceeding to have fun with next.

"Kazuha, you deserve somebody who treasures and thinks highly of you, you shouldn't waste your time chasing after some girl who will never revise." you said, shaking your head, "this girl just keeps putting you through this, she won't quit until you cease it. you'll exactly won't be satisfied till you're with a person who delights in you and behaves towards you the way you deserve to be behaved toward." you insisted. you understood how difficult it is for him to converse to ladies who aren't you,

"Just— be conscious of what you prefer to do next, alright? you have the option to flee anytime you want, but if you choose her, don't predict her to deal with you any differently," you warned.

"I understood." he bobbed his head. you watched as he stood up and grabbed his bag from where it was hanging on the back of your door. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" you asked. he looked back at you with a small smile.

"mhm, are you going to the graduation ball tonight?" he asked hopefully, he wanted you to be there with him, "huh... I don't know ..." you trailed off. it wasn't something you wanted to do, the idea made you nervous, especially with him.

"what's the matter?" he crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at you. he tilted his head slightly to the side, "isn't there somebody you wanna come with?" he sneered.

"the person I wanted to go with has someone in mind, probably a theatrical excuse not to come but— yeah that's all." you lied. his smile grew wider,

"well if it's anyone I know, I'm confident they wouldn't mind waiting for you," he said chuckling. you looked at him and smiled softly. you nodded, "as if..." he walked towards the room and shut the door. you leaned back against your mattress and sighed softly, closing your eyes.

this was your chance, nobody is halting you, and it's not as if he's thrusting you to come. it's nearly like he knows you're not arriving and he's not alright with it.

–

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin imagines #angst #kazuha x reader #genshin kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #kaedehara x you #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha x reader #genshin impact angst #genshin impact kazuha #genshin angst #genshin fluff

[yandere-daze]

A request for ace and deuce (seperate/together you can choose) where reader gives them a bento box in drabble format if you can please

No worries at all, I got you! 😊 Thank you for requesting Ace and Deuce, it honestly feels like forever since I last wrote something for them and that needs to change!!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

gn reader

no warnings

Reader giving Ace a bento box they prepared

Okay but honestly we all know Ace would be a smug little shit about this. You just thought you could do a nice thing for your close friend but he just has to be annoying about it

Sometimes it feels like Ace would just drop dead if he didn't tease you for an entire day

He's all like: "Aww does someone have a little crush on me? You must like me a lot if you went out of your way to make lunch for me <3″

“Nah, actually I changed my mind, give it back.”

“No way!”

So yes, Ace is a little shit about this entire thing and he won´t admit that he really appreciates your thoughtfulness but you won´t hear him complain about it either. He´s not the type of person to be honest when it comes to the way he feels and so he will try to suppress all of these mushy feelings blooming in his chest when you hand him the box

He realizes this must have taken quite a bit of time but Ace won´t admire the contents for too long before he simply wolfs it down in one go

There´s a grin on his face the entire time he eats and once he´s done he´ll turn back to you and is like “I guess that wasn´t half bad. Who knew the prefect could cook? Hehe, I´m sure you´d make a great spouse one day. No, not that I would like that or anything!”

Please bonk him on the head

Reader giving Deuce a bento box they prepared

Deuce has a pretty different reaction compared to Ace when you hand him the bento box one day. Instead of using the opportunity to tease you, Deuce is flattered that you did this for him!

I imagine that his sweet mother might have prepared lunch for him to eat at school when he was younger and so this brings back some old memories. Back then, he was a delinquent and never properly appreciated the amount of time his mother must have put into making lunch for him, something he´s ashamed of and truly regrets now

He vows to become better so to make up for his past mistake, Deuce swears to show you how much he appreciates all the effort you put into making this bento for him. Honestly, he´s a bit flustered that you went out of your way to do this for him. It truly means a lot!

“Thank you for the gift, prefect! I don´t know what I did to deserve this but let me treat you to lunch at the cafeteria to make up for it, okay?”

You´ll spend lunch together, him paying for your meal for once to repay your kindness and him happily munching on the food you made for him. You can clearly tell how much he likes your cooking and the thought behind the gift

Deuce will also directly tell you that he thinks your cooking is great! He doesn´t know how to properly explain how much he liked it but he tries!

“Ah, that was great! Thank you! I really liked how you um, cut it into little pieces? Ah sorry, I just don´t know what to say...”

You get what he´s trying to say nonetheless

#twisted wonderland #twst #ace x reader #deuce x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst ace #twst deuce #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #heartslabyul #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #gn reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #ace trappola x gn reader #deuce spade x gn reader

[silverbladexyz]

Can you do Kaeya with a character who has a traumatic past and like how he comforts them?

Hello there! Thank you for requesting 💗 Reader's past isn't specified, and this is my first time writing for him, so sorry if it's bad :')

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to its original owner.

TW: Mentions of trauma

Kaeya comforting reader with a traumatic past (platonic)

-I think how he comforts you actually depends on how close you are with him

-If you are only acquaintances, Kaeya will most likely offer you some words of support, letting you know that he's more than happy to be there for you even if he didn't know you that well

-But let's say that you are good friends with him. Kaeya as a friend is fun, charming, witty, interesting, and never fails to make you laugh and keep you hooked in a conversation

-It isn't long before he knows nearly all of your secrets; he has a charm that makes people tell him everything without a lot of effort from him. While he may tease you a bit on some of your more embarrassing secrets, he won't use them for any bad stuff

-But one thing you never told him was your traumatic past. While you loved him almost like a brother, there are some things that even the closest siblings don't share with each other. Whenever somebody brought up the topic of your past, you merely deflected the question with a well-constructed lie that pretty much satisfied most people

-Kaeya isn't fooled by your lies; he does the same too whenever his past is brought up. He notices how you slightly avoid eye contact when you lie, and he also notices how your voice wavers just the slightest bit when it is almost unnoticeable

-As we all know, he is an expert at reading people, so after a few interactions and observations, he is pretty much able to deduce that you had a traumatic past of some sort, and you wanted to keep it hidden from everyone else

-He won't ask you or pry too much about your past. He himself had a pretty traumatising one as well, and he knows perfectly well how things like these were preferred to be kept a secret. However, just because you might not tell him doesn't mean that he couldn't do anything to help you. After he's figured it out, he'll just slightly, slightly, be more softer around you, and might even aid you with some more of your stuff

-Kaeya will also spend more time around you too. You were going to take on a commission? Nice, he's going with you too. You needed help? He's there to support you and help you. You needed some advice? Ask no more, because Kaeya is full of some of the best advice in Mondstadt. It is basically his way of telling you that he's there for you, even if it's hidden in the most common actions such as always remembering to check up on you and indirectly complimenting you more as well

-It is most likely you that will tell him about your past, when you are finally ready. You see, even when Kaeya doesn't want to ask you in fear that you'll be upset, part of him is still curious on what had happened to you way before you met him

-So when you finally tell him, he's unusually silent. The teasing and calculating side of him is gone; instead, you see a much softer and empathetic Kaeya, that not even his other friends in the Knights of Favonius had the privilege of seeing

-He is a smooth talker with a silver tongue, yet each word that falls out of his mouth now is genuine. Kaeya still keeps his usual light and clear voice, but it is laced with comfort and love akin to that of a brother

'Hey... I know it's been tough for you. You didn't deserve to go through all of that. Nobody does. But I'm proud of you, you know that? Despite what you've went through, despite having faced all sorts of horrible and unspeakable things, you still fought on. Like a true warrior. And please, talk to me if you are ever in need of a shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to. Afterall, what am I if I can't even help my dear friend and drinking buddy?~ Alright, jokes aside, what I'm saying is that you don't have to deal with this alone. I'll be here for you, always.'

-He'll lightly put his hand on your shoulder and give it a small reassuring squeeze. His fingers are slightly cold; they're always cold due to his cryo vision, but the smile that he's giving you is warm and gentle

-After that, Kaeya is still his usual self around you, but he is slightly more protective of you. He doesn't want you to go through even more pain that you've already experienced, so safe to say that he'll be hanging around with you more now. Even if he's away for a mission, he'll still ask someone to make sure that you were safe

-His presence was something that you look forward to more everyday now; just knowing that he will always be there when you need him lights a beacon in your once dark world

-You couldn't have met another friend that was like Kaeya. And Kaeya could say the same about you too

So how did I go with writing Kaeya's personality? He's kind of a hard character for me to grasp, but feel free to leave advice for improvement :)

@circinuus @chuuyas-beloved @dazaiyohane @overlysour @i-just-like-goats

#silverbladexyz #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact x reader #platonic genshin x reader

[heckinconfusedparade]

ok wachowski family angst idea

so we know sonic has been with tom and maddie the longest and has spent more time with Tom especially, so he seems like toms favourite

and at the end of the second film maddie says something like “I like sonics new friends, especially the red one” so it seems like knuckles is her favourite

what about tails feeling a bit left out because he thinks his parents like knuckles and sonic better? Sorry if this is worded weirdly I’ve had the idea for a while 😭

Absolutely heartbreaking idea. Let’s do it.

After writing: I got sidetracked. This has become Tails’ origin story. Ended up back on track tho!

(CW: Tails is depressed, mentions of Child Abandonment, mentions of verbal Child abuse, abusive dad mention, mention of parental death.)

How Tails Came To Be

Tails grew up unloved. Everything was a reminder that nobody would ever love someone like him. He's different, and different is bad. His parents threw him away and his caretakers only ever gave him bare minimum, making sure he was fed, clothed, and bathed. He never knew a happy healthy home.

Tails proved them wrong. He found people who loved him for who he is. But sometimes.. those demons come back swinging. He's never felt peace on the inside. There's always been a dark raincloud filling his mind. He always feels a sense of doubt about himself and others.

So whenever he sees Sonic or Knuckles getting more attention than usual, he feels left out. He knows they love him, but his stupid head keeps telling him otherwise. He's never been "good" at communication anyways. He was never taught.

He knows in his heart there's no favourites, but sometimes it feels that way. Tom and Sonic are always hanging out together, and Maddie is always doing yoga with Knuckles. He doesn't have a thing with his parents. The things he enjoys are things that only he can do.

One night he becomes overwhelmed. He sees everyone doing something. Everyone is having fun. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to join. All he has to do is ask, but why won't he? Tails finds himself unable to speak up. He retreats to his room and crawls into bed despite it being in the middle of the day. He grabs a notebook from under his mattress. It's both his diary and planning journal. He begins to write about how he feels:

"I hate my head sometimes. I'm always told that I'm super smart, but then why does my head say such dumb things? I feel left behind sometimes. I don't know if it's actually something I deserve. I don't think they're doing it on purpose. 3 kids is a lot. They love me, but I sometimes feel smaller, more than just literally. I feel like it's selfish of me to want more when I already have so much. Love is a privilege. Attention is a privilege. That is what I was taught growing up. I had to earn it, but what more can I do? I want to spend more time with Mom and Dad but I don't know how to ask. Not only alone time because I want Sonic and Knuckles there too. Loneliness doesn't feel nice."

He wipes his tears from his eyes. Tails then hears the click clacks of Ozzy bounding up the stairs. The golden retriever jumps up onto Tails' bed and knocks his notebook from his hands to get closer. Tails giggles tearfully as he gets those slobbery puppy kisses. He puts no real effort into pushing the pup away, "Ozzyyy gross, stop with the kisses!-" he giggles.

Tails hears Sonic coming up. He trained himself to recognize peoples footsteps since the orphanage didn't appreciate his hobby of inventing. Tails quickly hides his book, blows his nose and wipes away his tears. Sonic smiles seeing his little brother "oh there you are! Dad wanted to know if you wanted to play Mario Kart."

"In a bit. I'm in the middle of something." Tails feels his eyes failing him. He wants to cry, and forcing himself not to isn't helping. Sonic knows. He's done it too. He immediately goes to his brother "hey, hey what's wrong? What happened, Tails?" Sonic sits with Tails. Ozzy ceases his kisses and instead lays his head on Tails' lap. Tails doesn't respond to Sonic, but he pets Ozzy. That helps him calm down a bit. Sonic leans slightly on Tails "Just havin' a bad day?" Tails nods. Sonic feels like he's being partially lied to, but if Tails doesn't want to talk about it, he won't push him. Tails leans back on Sonic. The two sit in silence for a little, Sonic passing Tails tissues to clean himself up.

Then Tom appears. "Hey, what happened to asking Ta-" Tom notices the scene in front of him. Tom goes right to his boys, "Hey, buddy, what's wrong?"

"Bad...bad day.." Tails sniffles. Tom looks at Sonic, then back at Tails "Tails, I feel like you're not telling me the complete truth. If you don't want to talk about it right now, that's fine, but I'd like to know what's making you upset."

"I'm tellin the truth.."

"Ok, I'll believe you." Tom is a sheriff. He has studied extensively on how to detect lies. Tails is having tells.

Tails feels guilty. He hates lying. He wants to rip off the bandage, but he doesn't want to hurt anybody...but he knows Sonic will understand loneliness.

Tails takes a breath "I feel... lonely."

Tom looks a little confused "Why? You have us."

"Not that kind of loneliness," Tails continues "I'm surrounded by people all the time, but still... I-I feel like I'm alone."

Sonic's heart breaks. That feeling was crushing for him, and he hates to imagine what it's doing to Tails. "I get it." Sonic says, "It's not fun, is it?"

Tails shakes his head no.

Knuckles and Maddie come up. They had a gut feeling. They see Tails is sad and they go right to him and ask what's wrong. Tails feels himself getting overwhelmed again. His ears pin back. Sonic motions for Knuckles and Maddie to give Tails a little bit of space.

Tails feels he can no longer speak for himself, so he's going to finally let his notebook do the speaking. He takes it out and opens it to what he wrote only minutes before. His tears haven't even dried on the page yet.

Maddie is the first to read. She passes the notebook to Tom then sweeps her son up into a tight hug. Tails clings to her.

"Tails, honey... I'm so sorry. I didn't know you felt that way." Maddie begins to tear up herself. She feels horrible. Tom soon joins the hug feeling the same way. They feel absolutely awful.

Knuckles and Sonic read together. They have a sinking feeling. They had their suspicions for a while that Tails was not telling them the complete story about his past. The way he jumped at loud sounds, or shielded himself if someone came at him a little too quickly was something they all had noticed, but never knew how to address.

Knuckles gulps and clears his throat “Tails.. who told you that love and attention was a privilege?”

Tails sniffles “…. My old teacher, my caretakers, and my.. biological dad. My dad was the only one to say it outright, though..”

“What?” Maddie says softly in disbelief. Tails has never mentioned his biological parents, so everyone just assumed he never really met them.

Tails gets this thousand yard stare, recalling memories that have been buried in time. Tails says “I can’t remember his face.. but I remember his voice. He repeated a lot of things. I remember how he yelled in my face whenever I made a mistake, or when I dared to exist in his presence on a bad day. I remember one time I asked him if he loved me, and he said that he would never love a brat like me. He said that any love and attention is a privilege I had to earn. Mom.. didn’t do anything. She let it happen. I can’t remember her face either, but I remember feeling angry whenever she gave me a pitiful look.”

His family feel their hearts shatter for him.

“Weren’t you in an orphanage?” Tom asks, hoping that’s not the wrong thing to say.

Tails doesn’t move. He doesn’t blink. His blue eyes continue to stare off into space, and his facial expression is plain. No emotion anywhere on him. He says “I was. Not because I was an orphan, but because they threw me away. I remember.. when I was almost 4..mom woke me up and told me that I was going somewhere. She said I was going to daycare, and that they’d take care of me there. I remember not knowing what it was, but she made it sound fun. Mom and Dad didn’t say anything when they left me. I waited for them. It took one of my caretakers yelling that nobody is coming back for me to realize the reality of the situation… one day they just walked up to me in the middle of eating cold oatmeal that mom died. I didn’t feel anything. I don’t remember how I reacted, but the caretaker got mad at me and told me I was a heartless freak. How was I supposed to react? I don’t know if she loved me. She never tucked me in at night, never defended me, never hugged me, never ever, did she even not once told me that love me. All she did.. was look at me with pity. She never looked at me like I was her son, she looked at me like a helpless creature that would soon waste away.”

Tails’ words linger in the air and repeat like a broken record on everyone’s minds.

“Tails-“ Sonic starts,

Tails snaps out of his trance and takes a deep breath, “I’m ok. I’m fine. Things got better. Thank you. Im sorry.”

“Why are you saying sorry?” Tom asks, “there’s nothing to be sorry about… and thank you for telling us this. Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

Tails thinks for a moment, then sighs and hangs his head “I dunno.. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. We’re off topic.” Tails says sternly.

Maddie presses her cheek against the side of his head as she holds him close, “we can talk about it later, and maybe find someone who can help you.”

A smile finally returns to Tails’ face.

“Now…” Maddie starts “..Tails. Have you ever felt like Dad and I play favourites?”

Tails doesn’t respond. His lack of response destroys his parents.

Sonic and Knuckles feel like they took their parents away from Tails.

“We’re so sorry, Tails.. neither of us meant to do that. There’s no excuse for it, and you don’t deserve to be left out in any way.” Tom embraces his son and his wife, “There’s no such thing as favourites in this family. We love you boys equally.”

Tails stays silent. He nods to show he was listening.

“Let’s fix it together,” Maddie suggests, “as a family, ok?”

“Ok..” Tails mutters. “I’m sorry, I believe you, I’m just really.. like, part of me is still in disbelief that I actually managed to find someone who loved me, and that I got adopted into a real family who loves me. And.. I’m really thankful.”

Sonic goes in front of Tails and crouches down in front of him “we’re happy you’re here.”

Knuckles joins Sonic’s side and says “we are deeply sorry for allowing you to feel left out.” Knuckles places a hand over his heart “I swear on my honour to never let it happen again.”

Tails snickers. He finds it a little goofy. His parents let him go so the brothers can have a turn hugging the life out of that little fox.

“Thank you.. really.” Tails says to his brothers. “…and yes, I would like to play Mario Kart.”

Sonic laughs a little “cool, but let’s stay like this for a little longer, ok, baby bro?”

Tails has no complaints.

Tom wraps his arm around Maddie. They do love their boys, and it’s moments like these that remind them they’re doing a good job. However, they still feel like they failed Tails, and wish to make it up to him one day.

Soon, everyone stands up.

Sonic and Tails race down the stairs.

Tails yells “I call dibs on Luigi!!”

Sonic responds “you always pick Luigi!”

“He speaks to me!”

Knuckles let’s out an amused “hm.” Before turning to face his parents, “Mother, we must find a yoga mat for the fox.”

Maddie smiles “let’s make sure he actually wants to do yoga, then we’ll look for one, ok?”

“Alright. Now if you’ll excuse me, I am about to beat my brothers in a game of Karting.”

“Good luck.” Tom says “we’ll be down soon.”

Knuckles nods and goes to join his brothers.

Tom and Maddie had a long talk. Things must change. They’re going to work on including all 3 of the boys in everything.

They also discuss getting Tails a therapist, and maybe the other two boys one too.

Cause they need it.

#tails angst #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog movie #sonic 2 #miles tails prower #tails the fox #movie tails #tails wachowski #sonic #knuckles the echidna #movie sonic #movie knuckles #tom wachowski #maddie wachowski #sonic wachowski #knuckles wachowski #ozzie the dog #ozzy the dog

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

Not a request but a question because I'm trying to work out if I'm being silly and need to chill or if this is a thing other writers deal with. (Ignore if you don't want to answer of course)

Do you ever get really frustrated when you write something you're proud of/ actually really excited to write/ have put a lot into doesn't do well for one, but then a post you put a lot less into (Still effort ofc) or wanted to write way less does way better and it's even worse?

You're not alone in this feeling AT ALL. A lot of creators, including myself feel this often. The TLDR of what I'm about to say is: you're not being silly, but you do need to chill. Let's dive into what I mean by that! 💕

A lot of creators, including myself put a lot of love into what we do. So of course we want the work we spend extra time and effort on to do better. Unfortunately, what happens a lot of the time is our original works, more heartfelt works, more polished stuff, etc. tend to go on the backburner compared to our memes, sketches, and sexual content. People online are drawn to instant serotonin. It's not that your more polished stuff isn't incredible, it's that they're just drawn to what requires less of an attention span.

Does this mean you should stop trying? NO!!! Do what makes you happy, but also realize that it may not always get the recognition it deserves. Being a creator in a modern age requires finding a balance of self-worth and chasing numbers. It's okay to research ways to extend your reach. Celebrate your growth and the posts that do well! But learn to make peace with the fact that sometimes the post is just not going to get as much of a response as you hope. Learn to celebrate what you've made for yourself.

I'm constantly fighting the urge to check my numbers. I also feel disappointed when something I post that I thought was really good doesn't get much attention. This isn't coming from someone who has all the answers and doesn't get bothered by numbers. This is coming from someone who struggles with that feeling all the time. It's a form of love. It's part of self-love. Love is a choice you make every day. Sometimes that choice can be harder than other days and that's okay.

Keep doing what you love. Keep striving to do well. But learn to let go. Learn not to put so much pressure on your posts. It's okay to repost them too! If the initial post didn't do well, just try posting it again! Try different things to grab attention! Sometimes it has nothing to do with the content and just with timing, algorithm, tags, etc.

The two things I've started doing to help combat that association of success with numbers are:

Find that one friend, mutual, family member, etc. who will always celebrate what you make, even if they may not fully understand it. Bless my mom, she doesn't understand 90% of what I make. I don't show her my writing, but I show her my art, my streaming, my music, etc. I'm very blessed to have her always there to be like "WOAH THAT'S NEAT". Find that person for you.

Do a little something nice for yourself after posting something you're proud of! It doesn't have to be anything huge. Just go get your favorite snack or maybe take a bubble bath. Just a little bite of serotonin to celebrate what you've done.

Ultimately, your feelings are super valid my dude. It's tough out there! And if you're anything like me, you care a lot about what you do. Of course, you want it to be seen. Keep doing what you love and find ways to grow without letting the numbers define the worth of what you make. You got this!

#cherri speaks

[writerfae]

Hi! Hmmm Talon questions...

First, I want to hear a little more about his hawk!

Second, I am actually really curious about Silver lining Talon because Aiden can't really read him that well, and so me as a reader can't either. Like, he seems like he almost feels bad for Aiden (I just really like Silver lining, okay?)

Third, does he find Aiden attractive from the start? Of course he does! (right?)

Also, I might have asked this before but what is the age difference between him and his sister?

Oh those are all great questions once again! Thank you so much for asking ^^

Theres not much to tell about Talon’s pet hawk tbh.

Amon used to be a wild hawk baby that Cyrus brought from a hunt and gifted to Talon.

Talon’s mom wasn’t really thrilled about her husband gifting their little son a wild animal.

And Talon was afraid of Amon at first, too. But since he was a gift from his father and Talon was always someone who liked a challenge and is very stubborn, he decided to train him.

Every day he went to the hawk and tried to bond with and train him. And over time he succeeded. He won the hawk’s respect, you could say and the two actually grew close.

Talon liked to go spend time with Amon, talk/vent to him and go to the woods with him. Especially later when Sera leaves.

As Talon grows older and so does his hawk he starts thinking about how Amon is a wild animal that needs and deserves his freedom (projecting much?). So one day, he lets Amon go.

He takes Amon to the woods and sets him free. He’s sad about it, but he knows it’s the right thing to do.

However, Amon is just about as attached to Talon, so the same night already, he came back, sitting by Talon’s bedroom window. And though Amon is outside more than anything, he still comes to visit and chill with Talon ever since.

Silver lining Talon is especially one thing: angry about his father forcing him to marry. He doesn’t want to marry, especially not someone he doesn’t know.

She he’s kinda pissed. Rightfully so.

The reason Aiden (and with him the reader) can’t read Talon is because he is distancing himself from him. He’s doing what he does best, keeping his guard up.

He is uncomfortable with the situation. And he is sure that so is Aiden and that’s why you are right, he does feel sorry for him. But he’s still pretty denying of Aiden.

Aiden thinks it is cause Talon doesn’t like him. But that’s not true. He doesn’t like having to marry him.

And he’s pretty distant, seemingly even uninterested in Aiden, which is mainly because Talon has promised himself not to let that person his father chose for him get too close to him (can’t have his dad winning) It is almost a bit childish.

But Talon is so against his arranged marriage (and arranged marriage in general) that when he starts developing feelings for Aiden despite his best efforts (who can resist him anyway) he’s fighting it a bit.

He has this inner conflict going on with not wanting to fall in love with Aiden (kind of stupid, I know, it’s a bit of a way of rebellion from Talon to resist Aiden but he failed that attempt).

But that’s not the only thing he’ll worry about, in his mind he’s also like “well no one like that could like me for me so he must feel pressured to be nice/flirty when interacting with me”.

All this won’t stop him from slowly warming up to Aiden. While he’s still acting like he doesn’t care, he still tries to make Aiden indirectly feel comfortable by letting servants bring him stuff he likes (he’s very attentive) and give him as much freedom as possible.

An important part of the Silver Lining AU is that Talon, quote Aiden, “doesn’t even look at me”. It bugs Aiden, because when he starts to like Talon, Talon still doesn’t seem to care for him.

Aiden is like “he can’t even look at me, he must really hate me”, when in truth it’s not Aiden Talon hates, it’s the arranged marriage.

I like Talon in this au because he has these moments where he’s so soft to Aiden (like carrying him to bed - idk if I shared it but I loved that lil scene) and seems almost shy. I also like how he’s fighting falling for Aiden but miserably fails.

Silver Lining is an au I liked writing very much (not just cause it was my first one), I should try to pick it up again but as of now I failed all my attempts to do so, so I’ll give it more time.

If you should have questions about it though, you know you can always ask me ^^

To answer your third question: Despite not liking him at first, Talon does acknowledge that Aiden is attractive, yes. The thing is, Aiden is totally his type. Not in a million years would Talon admit it, but he’s a kinda attracted to him right from the start.

And lastly, Talon’s and Sera’s age gap is four years, like that of my brother and mine. Sera is about two years younger than Henry.

#writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

starting with the self-ship questions! first of all, how did you and your beloved meet? was it love at first sight or did some time have to go by? c:

allie~ i never do self-ship stuff on this blog and i should, i deserve it. we all deserve to indulge in self-shipping

mikasa and i are the epitome of friends to lovers. i don’t see her being the type to just get into relationships or start dating on the fly, she likes to know a person first. we meet through a mutual friend, probably armin, who says he thinks we’d get along and we exchange contact info to be nice. it’s kinda awkward at first since she isn’t the most talkative person and i am and if i think someone isn’t into a conversation i’ll drop it because i don’t wanna force it if someone ain’t feeling like talking. but i make a joke after seeing an exchange between armin and some poor soul triggering his sassy scorpio ass about how “we really can’t judge a book by its cover, armin be putting people in body bags i swear” and she laughs and starts telling me stories from their high school days where his pettiness really unlocked

friendship comes naturally from that with us talking quite frequently through text and we’ll end up planning to go to bookstores together and so on and so forth. i ask her out and because i don’t do ‘dinner dates’ for a first date, i ask how she feels about a couple’s cooking class for a date. the rest is history

mitsuya my beloved who i met by virtue of me seeing him looking fine as hell across the way. i fell first, he fell harder definitely because his voice sounds like liquid gold to me and he is such a pretty boy. i volunteered as tribute to be a model for one of his projects even though i hate that type of thing but it was just the excuse i needed to hang out and segue into some sort of friendship because i’ll be damned if we ain’t at least friends. when i need a break from the tired college life and he needs a break from work or being the best brother in the world, we hang out

he beats me to asking him on a date and i get strangely competitive after he asks by mentioning i wanted to ask him on one first and i insist we play rock paper scissors to see who gets to ask who first. he wins because he cheated by kissing me. i’ll get back his ass eventually but i enjoyed the kiss while we were having it

chigiri is another one that takes a while after meeting. in my mind, we both went to go see a movie and we were the only ones in the theatre and the movie was so bad we started complaining and those complaints started bouncing off each other as jokes and we decided to sit next to each other and complain about the movie proper. it takes a while for us to get together though because... i don’t take Ls that are preventable. i don’t confess to anyone that i don’t think there’s a good 50/50 to 60/40 chance they like me back. vulnerability? nope.

i confess first and got rejected but we remain friends but in an effort to maintain the friendship i try too hard to deny any signs of his feelings towards me changing towards the romantic. reject me once, that’s cool and completely valid. reject me twice because i possibly saw too deep into your feelings? absolutely not and that is an L i undoubtedly deserve. anything he does is twisted into being platonic if i try hard enough. chigiri says he appreciates me on a deep level? cool i just went from friend status to bestie status. bro got me flowers? he got me sunflowers, that’s pretty platonic to give a friend. he asked me to tutor him on a subject he already knows well? bruh that ain’t an excuse to spend time with me, he just wants to make sure he fully understands the subject!!

with nagi i think it was more like, clumsy encounter meet cute. like, you already know how clumsy i am TAT i remember complaining to you one day last year about how i dropped my christmas presents two times in a row and then proceeded to fall in the kitchen trying to dance. literally there is no way my first encounter with nagi isn’t based in clumsiness

like, maybe i knocked over his phone and panicked and insisted i’d pay to fix the screen. he says it’s cool but i insist we meet again to talk at the cafe on campus and figure out a venmo situation in a couple hours after a class. fast forward to then he tells me it was just the screen protector that just broke and he already has a spare. then he says something like “but if you really feel bad and have some weird honor system, if you play genshin just help me grind in co-op. i’m grinding for dehya” and we go from co-op buddies to occasionally hanging out in person buddies to now i’m wearing his hoodie and he’s wearing my bonnet because he likes how it just falls over his face like an eye mask and then we start hooking up and nagi randomly asks one night “this is an exclusive thing between us right?” “yeah” “cool, good night zzz” “zzz”

#look she's answering #the godsend ask while i'm sitting in a class i am auditing #look it's self shipping hours #nyla + mikasa #nyla + nagi #nyla + mitsuya #nyla + chigiri

[jamesknights1]

Advice on Finding The Right Music Manufacturer

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The No 1 criteria a popular music producer must complete for you is the following: Can He/She Undertake Music That Offers?

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Notice the criteria is simply not about the ability to create music, rather it happens to be to make music this sells! If you want to indulge a producer, that criteria must be within the forefront of your contemplating, otherwise the physical exercise of making music turns into a fruitless effort and hard work.

This criterion must help you streamline the numerous producers you should be trying to find, because many whom claim to be companies have never sold 50 singles. Such a someone is not for you.

This means that many of your pals who have studios or even should I say "computers" will not be included in ones list.

Remember that the primary aim of doing new music is to make money from ones own craft and the power team that can ensure these kinds of success must be within the process. The selection of persons, who can not demonstrate any type of commercial viability, should not be allowed to take part in your recording.

It might sound very tough, but your time in addition to money is not with regard to someone else's experiment. Even though you want to help out your mate who is a good budding producer, ensure that you are working with a different inividual who will produce items!

The No a pair of Criteria a beats producer must carry out is this: He/She must offer various benefits beyond audio production.

The kind of company you want must be people who possesses most of the following:

A) Offers connections within the popular music industry

B) Realizes how to market new music

C) Can spot your music using a compilation

D) Will have Club, Radio DJ's to play a music

E) Buy your music distributed by native and international marketers

Remember that the helping to make of music is actually one of the processes; never consider it as the conclusion objective.

I have built many mistakes in past times spending time and revenue with so labeled as producers who are don't just out of date, do not offer for sale music, and have zero contacts that could carry me to the next tier. For you, it should regularly be about getting to the other level, going beyond you can take you, and advancing over and above the many other secretes.

If you work with somebody who can do a portion of the things mentioned around A-D, this will be time/money well spent.

That No 3 Key elements a music developer must fulfil is normally this: He/She might always get the most effective out of you!

Realistic producers are not around simply making is better than that make you hop up and creep but people that ensure that the artist/band consistently performs at your peak. I have over heard people say "That producer really given a hand to me go beyond just what I thought I should have do". Now that is a nice producer.

Does a person's producer make you think way, or would you come out of the dojo knowing that you have possibly not been pushed ın any way.

The No some Criteria a beats producer must satisfy is this: He/She must have integrity:

This role the manufacturer occupies in your audio business career will mean that if they are corrupt, they could short signal your career or most unfortunate still; cost you enough financial losses.

As reported by Ann Harrison, "Music The Business" 5 edition book, this lady explained that the position of the producer protects:

a) Keeping that masters and having to present them to the report company

b) Deciding upon contracts

c) Selecting and paying many musicians

d) Getting rights and choosing performance consents

Most of the above places this producer in a position where by they can easily mishandle the funds if he or she are not trust deserving.

So a good professional recommendation from a trusted buddy to a good supplier is worth its pounds in gold. Maintain your eyes open, and stay well educated in order that it becomes difficult for anybody to take advantage of most people!

The No 5 Criteria a popular music producer must finish is that: He/She Must Be Known simply by Gate Keepers to be a Producer for That Type.

Who are Gate Owners? Anyone in a position associated with influence that can possibly allow or impair the progress of one's (as in this case) music. So it can be people like Beats Programmers at the R / c, The Music Consumer for a Distribution Business, APR persons, and so on; all these people will probably be your friend or your enemy of your new music.

So , if you are some sort of Rock musician, acquire a producer known meant for His/Her production in just that genre; if House Music, the exact same criteria should fill out an application. Gate Keepers can be always very shielding of their niche.

If he or she are accustomed to a production of a human being, then try and seek advise from that producer with the intention that these people can be pleasant to your music. No matter whether you and We agree to their habits is of compact consequence, you must engage in the game to acquire!

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[donnabroadway]

Hoes be winning

Spending time online can be a good or a bad thing. It can be good because if you use it correctly, you can open new opportunities for yourself and you can learn about other people, thought patterns, and cultures without leaving your physical comfort zone. If you use social media and the internet "incorrectly" it can lead to insecurity and mental health struggles because everyone is posting their highlight reels and none of their struggles, even if they are ever present. Think of Cheslie Kryst and most recently Dj Stephen tWitch Boss both highly accomplished in their fields, living a seemingly dream life, both posted a happy upbeat social media posts just a day or two before taking their own life, and I say all that to say, things are not always as they seem.

Recently, two conversations have been happening online, the one "vanilla wife" and why do "plain janes" get wifed up but the "pretty girls don't" and the perennial "hoes be winning" conversation that seems to rear its ugly head every couple of years. These conversations are often being led by women who believe that because they did all the right things and that they are seemingly respectable and look the part, they deserve to be married and in these high profile relationships because they did it right and the "hoes" didn't. And I realized the "hoes be winning" is the woman's version of "nice guys finish last." The reason why "hoes" win and "jerks" finish first is because they put themselves in position to win and finish first. In my job and organization, I get to spend a lot of time with and meet a lot of highly accomplished people and hearing them talk, I realize the majority of them put themselves in position to win. They got the education and I don't care what the internet tells you, very rarely does experience trump education, even rich people go to the top schools and get a degree even if it is a "Mrs" degree or a degree to work for the family business, they got in the rooms, they did the work and most importantly, the applied for the job. Employment experts tell you the best way to get a promotion and a raise is by switching jobs every couple of years because if you're too good at your job, they're not going to promote you because you're too valuable and the person above you may have a few more years left before they retire. You have to put yourself in position to win. I remember being jealous of one of my college friends because she seemed to be so smart and always got straight "As" and things were seemingly easy and then God told me I could have "As" if I stopped playing Diner Dash and actually did my work, so I did and I got straight As. My lack of effort had nothing to do with her and we could both win but I was so busy deflecting and being jealous that I missed the fact that I simply was not doing the work required to get straight As. The point is, they may be "hoes" but they are out in the world meeting the type of men they choose to met and putting themselves in position to meet those men. And I need someone to explain what makes them hoes, is it how they dress? how they present themselves? their boldness? or do they get a lot of male attention? I need to know if its perception or reality. I also need to know if its perception or reality of you being a "good girl" because many "nice guys" and "good girls" are that only in their heads. There are times I had a different perception of myself but looking back on it, I was mean and not friendly and that's why no one talked to me. It's easy to make yourself the victim when in reality, you have the power to make the change and it has nothing to do with other people and what you think they may or may not be doing.

It's cute that you spent your college and formative years being the "good girl" and following the rules but how did you put yourself in position to win. Everyone I know who got the job, even if they used connections to get the job, took advantage of the opportunity, put themselves in a position to even be considered for the job, and guess what? they applied for the job and interviewed for it, even if it is just a formality. They still had to show up to the interview. You don't have what you want because you think you're entitled to it because you're a "nice guy" or a "good girl" and that's now how life works. You get the things you ask for and you get what you work for. Is it fair that people of less moral character get the things you think you should have? No but the only thing fair is the place you go in the summer to get cotton candy, funnel cake, and get on the rides. Life isn't fair. Are there people with more "privilege" than others? Of course but people with privilege squander it every day and people with nothing climb the ranks to the top every day as well. It's all about the person. It doesn't matter how good your hand is if you don't know how to play it.

Many nice guys get mad when they don't get the job or the girl when in reality, they put themselves in the friend zone. Too many nice guys think that simply showing up is enough to put them in the running and get shocked when a guy who is not as "nice" gets the girl he's always wanted. I hate to break it to you but you simply being a friend is not asking her out, you actually have to ask her out. People wonder why not so nice or not so good people get the job or opportunities and its because they asked for the job while you wanted to sit back and wait for someone to notice you. Even the bible says, faith without works is dead. God cannot bless you or open the door if you aren't in position.

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The Art of (Smashing) Crockery Chapter 12: Directions

Summary: Stede's family life begins to fall apart.

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The thing about coming home at 4 am after a rousing company party is that you get to decide to sleep in while your kids head off to school. And since said party had involved maiming, mayhem, fire, and assault, you may not feel the need to call in sick to work that day, or show up at all, especially if your sperm donor who hit you in the face happens to be there. That seems reasonable.

Which is what Stede tells himself when he finally pulls himself out of bed at 1 pm. He checks his phone to blissful silence, which he hopes isn’t an angry silence coming from his wife. There’s no sign of her in the house. Feeling the need to apologize in some way, he shoots off a text offering to pick up the kids from school. She returns a thumbs-up emoji, which could of course mean anything at all.

He gets Louis in the car seat with some effort while Alma buckles herself in, old enough to take care of herself. When did that happen? Stede starts the car and drives.

“So… how was trick-or-treating?”

Alma looks out the window. “It was good.”

“Mmhmm? Did you get a lot of candy?”

Louis beams in excitement. “Yeah! I got three big Snickers bars!”

“Oh, wow! I didn’t know people still gave those out.”

Alma rolls her eyes. “They don’t. I’m pretty sure Doug just slipped them in our bags.”

Stede’s smile falls from his face. “Doug? Who’s Doug?”

Alma sighs and looks out the window. “He’s mom’s new art teacher. He came trick-or-treating with us.”

“Oh. That seems… he sounds… nice? Is he nice?”

Louis smiles. “Yeah! He always likes the drawings I give him.”

“The draw… well, that’s good to hear. I’m glad you had a nice time.” The cogs in Stede’s head spin so fast the rust flings right off of them. But he has to keep smiling. They deserve to see him smile.

Louis hasn’t drawn anything for Stede in months.

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The eighth time it happens it isn’t some stranger Ed doesn’t know anymore, but his friend, Stede. Ed wonders how much of this is Stede wanting to spend time with a friend, and how much is still just blowing off steam.

“Thank god you’re open today, Ed.” Stede sighs, throwing cash on the counter.So we’re back here, then. Ed grabs the money and sets Stede up for his forty minutes.

“Still have a job?”

“Oh, I don’t know, probably. I didn’t bother showing up.” Stede waves it off. “It’s not important today.”

Ed looks at Stede with concern. “Everything all right?”

Stede shakes his head. “I don’t think so, but I’m not sure. I think my wife is… cheating on me?” He looks at Ed, as if Ed would be able to tell him for sure.

“Uh, wow, that’s a lot to unwrap. You don’t know for sure?”

“No, she might just have a friend. A friend who is… my replacement… in some things.” Stede sighs. “Sorry Ed, I’m just vomiting words, I shouldn’t have said anything. I just need to work through some things.”

“Yeah, I’ll say. You know, you could always… talk it through?”

“Oh, that’s nice of you to offer, but actually I just came here to rage tonight-”

“I meant with your wife. You know, communicate?”

Stede’s shoulders fall. “I know. I will. Probably. But let me do this first.”

And Ed does. Stede is his own person. Ed needs the business. Those hideous porcelain rabbits he found aren’t going to smash themselves.

Stede enters the room and assumes the position. Ed can’t help but pipe his voice into the room.

“Song request?” Stede nods and makes his request. The baseball bat claims many victims that day, L’enfer et Moi blasting angrily through the speakers.

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Excerpt from blog Hear Something Weird:

Here's some music, not sure anyone reads this anyway. Directions - Nahko and Medicine for the People & Joseph. It must be so comforting to have someone to call on.

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LuciFlawless: i think some people have therapists for that PainInTheBoatswain: I advise leaving an offering of ale to Seonaidh at the pier, but Karl says that if it is vengeance you seek, the Morrigan is a better choice LuciFlawless: seriously buttons? no

Chapter 13

#ofmd modern au #modern alternate universe #ellie modern au #cross posted on ao3 #ofmd fanfic #our flag means death fanfic #ellie aosc

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So I haven’t begun giffing yet but I do want to get into it, I’m curious though, does it ever feel discouraging to put effort into a set and for it to not really get many notes? I know people say notes aren’t important but if I’m gonna spend a lot of my time learning and trying things out I can only expect to be a little annoyed if it flops lol

well tbh I don't know if I'm the best person to ask, since I manage to cheat this feeling by making the majority of my gifsets specifically for my friends/mutuals 😅 I personally think that taking requests or surprising my friends with gifsets is satisfying af bc no matter what, someone will be happy with what I've made and I personally think that seeing their reaction is worth a lot more than the number of notes my sets get.

and tbh I know this is a super generic thing to say, but if you're not going to make something for anyone else, it really helps if you genuinely make something for yourself, y'know? especially if you're only starting to make gifsets - you're not going to be good immediately (I absolutely do not consider myself good even now lol) and it gets frustrating at times to not be able to do what experienced gifmakers can do. nothing kills motivation faster than that, so I think that sometimes the best way to combat that feeling is to start simple and make something that you really like, and to remember not to compare yourself to people who have been gifmaking for years bc it's not a fair comparison at all.

also...I feel like there are a couple of things that you need to remember - the Glee fandom is a really small one especially for me since I have half the people here blocked but that most likely shouldn't be an issue for you lmao so the number of notes probably won't go higher than a certain threshold (think around 100 for a regular gifset, maybe 150 if the set is particularly nice), especially if you're just starting out with giffing, if you're a small niche glee blog rather than a popular multifandom blog that occasionally posts glee, or if you're a new blog in general. I've seen some downright gorgeous sets that weren't able to make it past 70-80, which was sad to see but unfortunately that's just what it's like in such a small fandom.

you also have to consider which characters/ships are in your gifset - for me, my Brittana gifset outperformed my others by a lot since Brittana is pretty much the only part of Glee (aside from maybe Quinn) that the general public (and former fans of the show) want to acknowledge. I'm not sure what pairings you're into but in my experience, gifsets of Klaine or other ships just don't do as well, regardless of how well-made they are, so if you're going to make sets of other characters/ships then please keep that in mind and don't feel discouraged if they don't get as many notes as you want them to.

I'm not sure how much of this ramble made sense, but yeah - I totally get where you're coming from and it does feel pretty frustrating to put a lot of work into something only for it to not get any of the recognition it deserves...which is why I focus on only making things that are fun for me or that will make a friend happy, so that I get that sense of accomplishment regardless of whether or not it 'flops' in terms of note count.

#for the record i'd be happy to reblog anything y'all want me to lmao #i really do not mind people sending me stuff that they want me to post #evelyn answers stuff