#till then i guess i have to deal with all of these and wait patiently for Allah to bring us together....to make me meet my beloved people

[tiredfox64]

Too Late? You’re Still Young!

Prior notes: DILFS! I LOVE THEM! I LITERALLY HAVE A I ❤️ DILFS SHIRT! YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE I LOVE? CONSENT! WE 👏 LOVE 👏 CONSENT👏!

Pairing: Johnny Cage (MK11) x Virgin! Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: NSFW, fingering, praising, nipple play, safe sex is sweeter, mating press, aftercare (is freaking important)

So you spent all of high school and all of college with you virginity in tact. Impressive, but it wasn’t your choice. With a sheltered home life like yours you struggled to understand the dating scene. You were too afraid to have a boyfriend since you worried you would get in trouble with your family. You never had the talk before but your hormones were a big indicator that you were missing some important information about your body. You somewhat found the solution when you placed a pillow between your legs and it felt incredible good to you.

Through Sex Ed class and word around school you figured out what you were in need of. But to get it seemed so difficult. At least now you knew your fingers were a good option.

That frustration grew in you and you couldn’t voice it out. Even telling it to your best friend Cassie felt wrong. You’re almost graduating and you still have your v card! You can’t do this anymore. Maybe it’s time to ask Cassie for advice. Even if she can’t help you maybe one of her friends can. Two of them are engaged to each other you doubt they are waiting till after marriage. Heaven knows you can’t.

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You went over to Johnny’s mansion since you remembered Cassie was staying with him for a bit. You knocked on the door and waited patiently with an anxious look on your face. It was Johnny who opened the door.

“Hey! I haven’t seen you in a while,” He paused for a second, “Woah, what’s up with that face?”

“Hi, Mr. Cage. Is Cassie here right now?” You asked sheepishly.

“Nope, sorry. She just went out with Jacqui. But you should still come in. I’ll get you something to drink.” He invited you in.

You went inside, taking your shoes off at the entrance like a decent human being. You followed Johnny into the kitchen where you sat at the island. He gave you a glass of water which you thanked him for before he started talking.

“So what’s going on? You don’t seem to happy. Let me guess, a professor gave you a bad grade.”

He knows you too well. That could be true but not at this moment. You did smile though which is the reaction he wanted.

“No actually, it’s more of a…body issue.” You tried your best to explain it without saying it out loud.

“Ah, shark week I’m guessing? That’s why you need Cassie.”

“No! No! It’s another kind of issue that I have a hard time saying.” Your voice grew quieter the more you spoke.

Johnny stayed patient. He waited to see if you would say it yourself. You were being vague so he really didn’t understand what was going on. You sighed before continuing.

“The thing is I’m still a virgin. It’s really embarrassing. I feel so frustrated knowing that my body needs something but I either don’t know what it is or I can’t get it.” Now he understands.

He stayed silent for a bit as he thinks about what you said. He would say it’s no big deal but he’s a man with a high body count so he shouldn’t be talking. Still, he doesn’t want you feeling bad about it.

“Cassie did tell me you were a bit sheltered. But I don’t see why it’s a problem. You’re a nice and intelligent girl and I would hate for some dick to take your virginity as if it was nothing.”

“Everybody says that to me! I know what I am and I understand I need a good man to do it with. But how will I know what is considered a good man if no one tells me.” You were really expressing your frustration.

You had a point and Johnny could see that. You were at risk of being misguided. Everyone is at risk of that no matter what but you had a disadvantage. He had an idea that might work out but it seemed so stupid. Hormonal stupid. He’s been deprived for a while now and getting the chance to have some fun is really tempting right now. But he doesn’t want to take advantage of your situation. It won’t hurt to ask.

“Alright listen, how about you and me…do it. I’ll show you how it goes and what a man should be doing to you. It’s up to you. I won’t force you to do anything.” He said calmly.

You froze up and your cheeks started to feel warm. You were surprised he would suggest something like that even though you knew of his flirting habits. Was it a good idea however? He is your friend’s dad and he is way older than you. You can’t deny though that he is still good looking for his age. Older does mean more experience, right? He’s been so nice to you too so you can trust that he’s a good man. Screw it, he’s the best option!

“You wouldn’t mind doing that? I mean I do feel comfortable with you, especially since I don’t have any guy friends.”

“Of course, but only this one time. Promise me you won’t tell Cassie, right? I get it she’s your best friend and best friends tell each other everything and whatnot. But she is still my daughter and I doubt she will be happy that I banged one of her best friends.”

“I promise. She will never find out.” Better make sure of that.

He nodded before taking your hand and guiding you up the stairs. It was exciting yet nerve racking. Johnny could sensed that and squeezed your hand to tell you it’s gonna be alright. He’s gonna take good care of you.

You two walked into his bedroom. His bed was large and comfortable which helped settle your nerves. He brought you over to the bed and had you sit next to him. He may be an expert in this but he has never really dealt with a girl who was so nervous before. He better take this real slow and talk you through it.

“Alright, first things first, a man should never go right into it. Foreplay is very important. It will help make the experience better for you and prevent you from getting hurt down there.” He instructed.

You had no idea what foreplay was but you trusted Johnny enough to not asking him about it. You were right to do so since all he did at first was kiss your neck. Already that was a lot for you. Each kiss felt like a little tingle that shot down between your legs.

Johnny’s hand was slowly tracing down your body till he got to the waistband of your pants. Your breathing hitched which alerted him you were getting nervous again.

“Shh, it’s okay. Remember I’m taking it slow. I won’t hurt you.” He whispered against your neck.

You relaxed a little as his hand slipped under. His fingers lightly touched your clit and you whimpered immediately. It felt way different than when you would do it to yourself. This is way better, probably cause you are receiving it from someone else. Johnny wanted to see how you were a little more down and was surprised at how wet you already were. He could easily slip his fingers in if he wanted to.

“Damn, you’re really wet. I’ve never had a girl get this excited so quickly.” He commented.

You were embarrassed by that. Barely touched and you are soaking wet down there. You turned your head away from Johnny to prevent any further embarrassment. He just chuckled lightly at your reaction.

“It’s not a bad thing. It makes it easier. You’re doing good.”

One of his fingers slipped into your pussy with ease. You gasped in surprise and pleasure. You never fingered yourself since you never felt anything from it. But you sure felt it now. That one finger slowly pumped inside you as his thumb rubbed your clit. You were keeping yourself together which was good. Johnny felt like you could take a little more.

“You think you can take another one?”

You nodded your head confidently. You wanted more anyways. Your body was in need of it. Now having both his ring and middle finger in you was like heaven. He went a little faster while his thumb kept rubbing your clit.

Your whimpers to turned to quiet, breathy moans. Now it felt too good. Without thinking you were trying to close your legs. You don’t know why you do it you just know you don’t want to make it hard for Johnny.

“Gotta keep your legs open for me. I promise it will be better for you if you do.”

You listened and tried your best to keep your legs open, spreading them wider than before. That should do it.

“That’s it, good girl.” He whispered.

Immediately you had a reaction. Your heart did flips and you felt warmth in your stomach. Johnny caught on when he felt your pussy clench against his fingers. Not surprising considering you always did seem excited by praise no matter what. He’ll keep that in mind when he fucks you in just a moment.

Your body grew hotter the longer this went on. It didn’t help that Johnny was so close to you. So close that his other hand went to the small of your back to support you. You didn’t know what to do with your hands so you were left clenching the bed sheets. Suddenly he asked you a very important question.

“Wait, now that I’m thinking about it, have you even had your first kiss?”

Nope, you didn’t even get that. You nodded no.

“Well I must look like a jerk. What kind of man am I,” He said comedically, “Let me help you with that as well.”

This must be some sort of dream. A dirty one at best. A dream where you are kissing your best friend’s hot dad as he fingers you. Even if you weren’t the best at kissing, Johnny was making it work. Thank goodness your lips were soft cause you’d be embarrassed if they weren’t.

This was all enough to send you over the edge. It really didn’t take much effort since you were so deprived. Your eyes were shut tight as you felt pleasure pulse through your body. You were moan against Johnny’s lips. He felt your pussy clench his fingers which was enough evidence to show he just made you cum. Damn, in three minutes? That’s a new record. To him that was impressive and boosted his already high ego. You were embarrassed, thinking that cumming too early was a bad thing. It’s only bad when it’s guys, you’re fine.

“I’m sorry. I thought I would last longer.” You apologized.

“There’s no need to apologize. It just means we can get to the really fun part now. Take your clothes and get comfortable on the bed.” He instructed.

Johnny gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before slipping his hand out from your pants. He wanted to make sure you were still comfortable. There was no need to feel embarrassed around him. The important thing is if you’re comfortable and still okay with this.

You took your time when taking your clothes off. Obviously you never stripped down in front of a man. Even when you would go to the pool you were nervous to take your shirt off. This was a big leap but you felt like you could do this. Deep breathes and take your time.

While you did that, Johnny went over to his bedside table to grab a condom. You could see how prepared this man is when you saw the long line of condoms he had. It’s been a while for him, they’re still good.

When you took all your clothes off you were quick to get on the bed and cover yourself with the blankets. He doesn’t mind he understands. He started to strip his clothes off and oh…wow.

You don’t care what anybody says he is like fine wine. He looks like he’s still in his prime. You couldn’t deny you felt yourself get wetter and you pressed your thighs together to alleviate the pressure down there. Then he took his pants off. Girl, you’re in trouble but a good kind of trouble.

You’re not mathematician or scientist but you can definitely say he was bigger than average. Was it supposed to be that thick? He saw how wide your eyes were and decided to tilt your head up so you could look at him instead.

“You should probably keep your eyes on me for now. Might scare you if you look down there for too long.” He’s not wrong but he sounds arrogant saying that.

He got on the bed and slowly pulled the blankets off you. You were still being shy which is fine. There is no need to rush into this he will make sure you are comfortable with going ahead. Plus, he’s gotta comment on those tits.

“You have a nice pair on you. Do you mind?” He was asking for your permission to play with them.

You nodded and he went in slowly. You felt his hands cup your breasts gently. His thumb rubbed against your soft skin. You were surprised by how calming it felt. Sure you were even more turned on but you also felt less nervous. Johnny came in closer and started to leave kisses all over them. At first it was gentle but then he decided he wanted to leave hickeys on them. Nothing too big but they were the perfect spot since no one will see them. It was definitely a new feeling but when you saw the marks he left on you, you knew you liked it.

You know what else you liked? When his tongue ran over your nipple. It surprised you but you soon relaxed again to the feeling. He sucked on your nipple gently, not wanting to overstimulate you just yet. His other hand went to pinch your other nipple which excited you more. Once again it was another situation where it felt better when someone else did it instead of you. With all this combined you started to grow needy. There was no sense of embarrassment or nervousness anymore, only this need to be fucked. You started to whine which let Johnny know you were ready.

“Alright, alright, I get you. Just give me a second, babe.”

It didn’t take long for Johnny to put the condom on, what a manwhore. He angled himself before holding your hand. It was for support.

“Just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

Then he started to push into your wet pussy. The feeling of being stretched out for the first time was deliciously painful. It’s not what you expected. You expected to be screaming and for a bunch of blood to come out. Nope, not at all. Inch by inch he slowly pushed himself inside of you till he was fully in. He didn’t start thrusting immediately since he knew you had to adjust.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m more than okay.”

“That’s good. You’re doing so good. So good for me.” Johnny started to give you kisses on your face which you appreciated.

After a few moments he started slowly thrusting into you. Your hand squeezed his but you never told him to stop. The pain slowly turned into pleasure. Finally, the pleasure of being fucked. Each thrust was another wave of pleasure through you. It was confusing at first, like your mind couldn’t comprehend something this good. Your body could.

Johnny started picking up the pace when no sign of pain was present in your face. You stopped having control over your moans. You weren’t being loud like a porn star. It was more like you couldn’t fake it even if you tried.

Damn, that’s what I sound like?

He didn’t want to push it too far but he was so tempted to pound into you. It’s been so long and you honestly felt amazing. He loved looking down at you and watching your breasts jiggle every time he thrusted in. You squeezed so nicely around his cock. He was trying to hold himself back from getting rough and you could see that. You wouldn’t push your lucky but your body says otherwise. Hormones are crazy like that, they will yell at you to do anything to get the pleasure you need. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist. You looked into his eyes and you said something that seemed so out of character for you but was what you truly wanted.

“Please go harder.” You begged.

“Fuck, are you sure?” Trust me, Johnny wanted to but he was still worried about hurting you.

You whined and wrapped your legs even tighter around his waist which let him know you weren’t playing.

“Alright, I get it. Never would have expected you to be so needy.” He teased.

He’ll do you one better. How about a new position? Nothing crazy but you will like it. He grabbed your thighs and pushed your legs back before putting you into a mating press. And you thought he was already deep enough. Good thing you are surprisingly flexible.

You really do need to keep your legs open more. It felt amazing to you when Johnny started pounding into your pussy. This position made it easier to hit that sweet spot inside you which you didn’t even know about.

You could hear a wet, squishing sound coming from down there every time he pulled in and out. Not only that but there was also the sound of skin slapping every time he rammed into you. It turned you on even more. You know why? Cause that’s the sound of being fucked, honey!

Johnny had a nice view in front of him. Listening to you moan for him as he continues to fuck you. You make him feel young again. He still has it in him. The energy to have fun with a girl and make her moan. Fuck, he is so glad he is doing this now.

You would be thinking the same but all you could focus on was how big he was and how all of that was slamming into you. At this point why hide any of your moans. No one is around and this is your first time. You should have as much freedom as you want. Get the full experience. You were keeping your eyes closed out of embarrassment but that won’t last for long.

“Come on, open those pretty eyes for me. Can you do that just for me, gorgeous?” Johnny whispered to you.

When he says it like that how can you deny. You slowly opened your eyes to look up at him. Sure you were still embarrassed but you realize that it was just hotter this way. The connecting that the eyes make. You’ve never seen a man look at you in such a way. A look that makes you feel desirable. There might even be some affection behind it. Because Johnny does care for you. Even if this is a one time thing he wants you to have the best experience and walk away with no regrets. It’s working for you.

It was all so much. The sounds, the feelings, the connection, the intimacy is all getting to you. Your nails started scraping against his back lightly. Your toes curled and your legs shook a little. Your eyes almost rolled back and your moans grew louder. You were about to cum and Johnny could see that.

“You’re gonna cum? You wanna cum, pretty girl? Go ahead. Just keep looking at me.” He commanded.

You kept looking at Johnny as he slammed into your sweet spot again. This orgasm was better than the last one. It felt like a heat radiated through your body. All your worries came undone just like you. Like a knot just unraveling in your stomach. You looked at Johnny with half-lidded eyes as you let out breathy moans. Damn, he could have came right there on the spot but he was holding himself together.

“Bet that felt good, didn’t it.” He teased before leaving some kisses on your face.

You knew Johnny would feel like a king after making you cum twice. He’s cocky like that. Ah, but you forgot. He hasn’t cum yet.

“You think you can go a little longer for me, baby? Just a little longer.” He asked to keep going so he can cum.

He didn’t wanna overstimulate you during your first time but it’s your call. You’re a trooper, you can go a little longer even though you are incredibly sensitive down there now. You nodded which made him smile.

He stopped pressing down on you which was a relief for your legs. He still kept them open. He started thrusting into you again, not as rough as when he had you in a mating press but it still felt great. He watched as his cock went in and out of your pussy. Your wetness coated the condom and it still made a wet sound. Oh how he wished he could just take it off and fuck you raw. Fell how warm you are and cum into that sweet pussy of yours. But that’s a stupid idea. One that young Johnny would make and he’s a better man than that. Still won’t stop him from thinking about it.

And that view of you, mwah! Watching your legs shake slightly from being overstimulated. Your hands gripping the sheets around you. Your breasts kept jiggling no matter how hard he pounded into you. He can see your eyes grow wet as you handle the sensations. All that combined with his little fantasy of cumming inside you sent him over the edge. One more thrust in and he was cursing softly as his cum filled the condom.

You both were left panting after that wonderful experience. Johnny pulled out and went to dispose of the condom. Damn there was a lot in there.

You were pretty exhausted but happy nonetheless. You don’t really know what you are supposed to do after. If you’re supposed to just put your clothes on and walk off as if what happened didn’t happen. That’s not how this goes. Not with Johnny.

He came back to you with a bottle of water in his hand. He went next to you and helped you sit up, placing his other hand on your back.

“You’re probably really exhausted after that. Here, drink this.” You gladly accepted the bottle of water, not even realizing how parched you were.

“So, what now? Do I just leave?” You asked which just proved to Johnny that it was best that he did it with you first.

“If a man ever told you to leave right after he’s an asshole. Don’t ever let a man do that to you. Come here.” Johnny pulled you close to him and made you lay down.

Your head laid on his chest which his arm was wrapped around you. He pulled the blankets over you to make sure you were comfy. His fingers ran through your hair which soothed you even more. This was incredibly nice. You didn’t realize how tired you were till he put you in this position. Your eyelids started to grow heavy and your breathing slowed down. There was only one thing left to say to him.

“Thank you…” You said softly.

You drifted off to sleep in his arms as he gave you a kiss on your forehead. Maybe Johnny was getting pretty old since he needed to sleep as well after that. He too started to fall asleep, happy to have a wonderful girl next to him again.

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Cassie and Jacqui just came back from their little, or more like big, shopping trip. Cassie was about to call out to her dad till she saw your shoes at the entrance.

“Oh shit, she’s here?” She said.

She went around calling your name, surprised you weren’t out in plain sight. in fact, neither was her dad. She guessed that maybe you were upstairs in her room. Nope, not there either. Well if anything her dad had to be in his room or something. She knocked a few times but no answer. She just decided to open the door herself.

“Hey dad, do you have any idea where-“ Cassie stopped herself when you looked at the scene in front of her. Even Jacqui gasped out loud.

She slowly closed the door again, a shocked expression on her face. She looked at Jacqui who confirmed what they saw was true. Out of all of Cassie’s friends she would have never suspected you of sleeping with her father. She doesn’t even think you did it on purpose you’re not that kind of person. This was all so much and she could only mutter three words.

“What the fuck.”

After notes:🍊…🦊so like, you gonna pay rent or something? Do I gotta feed you? Fuck do you even eat? One of your comrades came crashing through the window this early morning. Who the fuck gonna pay for that? Ah, anyways. My daddy issues have come to say hi. Can’t tell if fucking Johnny will heal me or having him be a father figure to me will. Just need him to ruffle my hair and tell me my professors are the bitches not me. Hope y’all have a good day! Adiós!

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[ryuryuryuyurboat]

'tis the season

synopsis: got the chills? no worries, pull your hand close to the fire!

genre: fluff

characters: kazuha, neuvillette, wanderer, wriothesley, xiao x gn! reader (separately)

warnings: reader referred to in 2nd person, implied romantic rs but can be read platonically

a/n: hihi @dernier-mystere!! i'm your backup secret santa for @2023gisecretsanta's secret santa event! it is way past christmas, so take this as a new year's gift instead! may this year bring you much joy, and hopefully this gift brings you some warmth in this winter :)) || likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

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ah, yes. winter, the notorious hit-or-miss season. while there may be those who love the cold weather, the harsh bite of the blizzards and howling winds in the snowstorms may prove to be too daunting for even the most seasoned warriors in the icy cold. in times like this, what better way is there to wait out the piercing tempest than spending some time holed up with your favourite people?

kazuha smiles a kind smile at you, offering a hand to you. my dove, he calls, won’t you join me by the window? the cold has fogged up the glass of the windowpane, yet you still sit together on the edge of the bed– he gently nudges your head to rest on his shoulder as you listen to the pitter-patter of the snow outside, its gentle rhythm lulling you to sleep. what beautiful scenery, you hear him whisper, but his gaze is fixed on you all the while. “i love when it snows. the world falls completely silent, and we can sleep undisturbed.”

neuvillette, completely absorbed in his paperwork, doesn’t even realise it’s snowing till he shivers when he feels your icy touch on both sides of his neck. the nerve. well, guess it’s a sign for him to take a break! he lets you drag him into the kitchen, where it’s warmer, and watches as you put the pots on the stove. what’re you doing? he asks, and nearly falters at your excited grin as you tell him you’d been wanting to make hot cocoa and share it with him. maybe those documents can wait, he thinks, as he opens his mouth to give the only suggestion on his mind. “snow, in fact, is one of water’s natural self-cleansing mechanisms. but human activity tends to reduce snow’s purity, so do not consume it.”

never tell the wanderer you feel cold. the only reply you’ll get is “well, damn, y/n, i can’t control the weather!” quite the royal treatment. but when you turn away to rub your hands together for some warmth, your nose red from the cold, you feel a comforting weight rest on your shoulders as he grumbles something about “not wanting to deal with a coughing and sneezing you”, and he offers you his wide hat as extra protection from the chilling wind. “i have no need for warmth. save me the trouble and take care of yourself, will you?”

winter with wriothesley, simply put, is warm. it’s homely. with him, it doesn’t matter whether you’re in the comfort of your own home, or if you’re far from your usual lodging — all it takes is the shrill whistling of a kettle a certain someone set on the stove, followed by the gurgling of the water as it’s poured into two patiently waiting mugs, and finally, he pushes a warm mug into your trembling hands. how he managed to find and brew tea that smells exactly like a chocolatey beverage you’re all too familiar with is beyond you. any questions that may have reached your lips are quickly washed away as he clinks his mug with yours and you fight the temptation to down the still-steaming liquid in one go. “cheers, and may the biting frost be melted away by this drink.”

cuddling with xiao? the demon conqueror? the karmic debt-ridden guardian yaksha? why, perish that thought at once! …although, if it keeps you warm, maybe he’ll make an exception. just this once. maybe he’ll entertain your suggestion of building a blanket fort, and maybe he’ll grab the thickest one to drape over you both as you share a bowl of hot soup. the howling wind rattles the windows– he looks out, at the snow falling onto the ground, then back at you. “maybe we can go out soon. the snow looks thick enough to eat.”

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[cheoliehansolie]

Flowers (Valentine's Day Special)

Summary: It's your first Valentine's Day with your boyfriend Wonwoo and he wants to make sure it's the best Valentine's Day ever.

an: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing something like this so please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy it! Sorry in advance if there are any mistakes, I may have missed some.

wc: ~2.6 k

Y/N’s point of view - T minus 3 days 'till Valentine’s Day

You just got home from a long day of classes. As you tug your shoes off in the entryway of the apartment you share with your boyfriend Wonwoo, all you can think about is changing out of your stuffy clothes into one of your boyfriend’s hoodies and laying on the couch until he gets home. As you make your way further into the apartment, throwing your bag onto the floor you let out a huff of frustration when you hear your phone ring. I guess my plans of relaxing are gonna have to wait, you think to yourself as you pull your phone out of your pocket.

“Hey sis.” you say once the video call connects.

“Hey! What’s up with the glum face? Rough day?” your older sister asks, her concerned face staring back at you through your screen.

“Is it that obvious?” you ask as you flop onto the couch.

“I’m your older sister, I can tell when something’s bothering you. Now spill. Do I have to punch someone?”

“Calm down, it’s not that big of a deal. I just got home from being on campus all day and I had a really long day. The group project I’m working on for my business class is taking longer than I thought it would and no one wants to step up and get the work done so it’s been like pulling teeth getting my group members to get stuff done.” you complain. “Anyways, that’s enough about my day, why’d you call?”

Your sister visibly perks and she can’t hide her excitement. “I actually called because your sweet brother-in-law just told me what he’s planning for Valentine's Day coming up.”

“I thought normally he keeps it a surprise?”

“He does, and it still kind of is. All he told me that he’s taking me on a trip somewhere tropical and warm for the whole week of Valentine’s Day.”

“OMG, really!” you exclaim. “I can’t believe he planned something so sweet for you!”

“Hey, he can be sweet when he wants to.” your sister pouts.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. When are you leaving?”

“He said we leave tomorrow, but he hasn’t told me anything else besides packing for tropical weather.”

“Wow, that sounds so romantic.”

You’re so focused on your conversation with your sister that you don’t even hear Wonwoo open the door to your shared apartment. He’s about to announce his presence when he hears your older sister ask, “So, has Wonwoo dropped any hints about any Valentine’s Day plans yet?” in a teasing tone as she wiggles her eyebrows at you. He stops with his mouth still open as he waits and listens to see what you’ll say.

“Not yet, but it’s honestly fine if we don’t do anything big and fancy. We’re both broke college students and I doubt he has time to plan a big lavish thing with his busy class schedule while taking up extra shifts at the bookstore.”

“Yeah, I get that, but don’t you have anything you want? I get that you don’t want to be a burden, even though we all know that Wonwoo sees you as the most precious person in the world, but if he were to get you anything, what do you want him to get you?”

“Hmm,” you hum to yourself as you think while Wonwoo stands at the entryway waiting patiently to see what you have to say. “You know what would be romantic? A bouquet of flowers.”

“That’s it?” your sister asks, appalled in your simple answer. “You’re so high maintenance that I thought you would say something like a necklace or something. Plus, flowers don’t last forever and this is your first Valentine’s Day together. Don’t you want something that you can remember the day by?”

Wonwoo, still glued to his position at the entryway, mentally asks you the same question. He knows you aren’t super materialistic and rarely ever take gifts from him not wanting him to waste his money on you (even though Wonwoo sees it as anything but a waste of money), but he thought that at least while talking to your sister you would say something special like jewelry. He’d been taking extra shifts at the bookstore to be able to buy you something to remember the day by.

“Yeah, I get that it’s simple, but I’ve never gotten flowers from anyone before.” you explain. 

“I guess, but all you want is flowers? Nothing else?” your sister prods on.

“Well, I guess there’s something else.” Wonwoo’s ears perk as he makes a mental note to find the best flowers he can get you. You didn’t tell him that you’ve never gotten flowers before and if he had known earlier he definitely would’ve gotten them for you sooner.

“What is it?” your sister asks.

“We’ve both been really busy lately with work and school that we don’t really have a lot of time to see each other and spend quality time together. Going out for dinner or spending a night at home watching movies or playing games would be so much fun. I don’t even remember the last time we got to spend time together like that when we weren't exhausted.”

“That sounds really sweet, I hope Wonwoo will plan something like that for you.” 

“Me too. Sis, I have to go, I still have so much work to do and I need to get Jihoon to focus on getting our project done as much as he focuses on making his music. I’ll call you later and have fun on your mystery vacation!”

“Bye y/n. Don’t stress too much about your project. If Jihoon doesn’t do his part, give me his number and I’ll give him a stern talking to.”

“Okay mom,” you joke as you wave and hang up on your sister.

Wonwoo sees this as the best time to make his presence known as he jiggles his keys loudly in the keyhole and acts like he’s stepping through the door for the first time today. You look up from your phone and smile.

“Hey y/n.” Wonwoo greets as he takes his shoes off and makes his way over to you. “What’re you up to?” he asks as he plants a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Hey Wonwoo. Not much, I just got off the phone with my sister.”

“Oh really, what’d you talk about?”

“Nothing much, she just called to tell me that my brother-in-law’s taking her on a trip to the tropics for Valentine’s Day.” you explain as you get up to make your way to your shared room to finally change into something comfier. 

Wonwoo trails behind, listening to you continue to ramble about your day as he begins to mentally plan how to make this the best Valentine’s Day ever.

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Wonwoo’s point of view - T minus 2 days 'till Valentine’s Day

The next day, all Wonwoo can think about is what kind of flowers to get you and what else he can do to make Valentine’s Day as special as possible. You hadn’t said anything about what kind of flowers you like when you were on call with your sister, and he couldn’t exactly ask you now because that would just give away his entire plan. He’s so engrossed in looking at pictures of bouquets on different florist websites that he doesn’t even notice when the professor ends class and everyone starts packing up their things. 

“Hey, you coming?” Soonyoung asks him as he stands in the aisle staring at Wonwoo.

“Yeah, you’re blocking the exit and I can’t get out.” Mingyu whines as he impatiently taps his foot. “What’re you even looking at?” Mingyu asks as he leans down to steal a glance at Wonwoo’s laptop screen.

“It’s nothing.” Wonwoo replies nonchalantly as he tries to close his laptop before Mingyu can see, but to no avail.

“Really? Because it looks like someone’s looking for flowers to buy for a special someone named y/n for a special day coming up.” Mingyu teases as Wonwoo’s ears turn red. This is exactly why he didn’t want his friends to see what he was up to. I guess the cat’s out of the bag now. Wonwoo thinks as he packs up his things.

“Wow, I didn’t know Wonwoo was so whipped. Look at his ears, Gyu, he’s shyyy.” Soonyoung teases as Mingyu and him burst into giggles.

“Yeah, I was looking for flowers for my girlfriend, is that a crime?” Wonwoo asks.

“No it’s not, but it’s fun to make fun of you.” Soonyoung responds as the trio makes their way out of the lecture hall to grab a bite to eat at the dining hall.

“Besides, aren’t flowers a really basic gift? Where’s the heart? Where’s the romance? Where’s the uniqueness?” Mingyu asks as they step out into the cold.

“Yeah!” Soonyoung agrees loudly. “I thought you’re obsessed with her? I thought you would get her a bracelet or something. Oh, oh, oh! Or you could get her a necklace with a W on it like Troy gave Gabriella at the beginning of High School Musical 2! That scene made my heart flutter.”

“Well, Soonyoung, I’m not trying to make your heart flutter, I’m trying to make y/n’s heart flutter. And you two can complain about flowers being the least romantic thing in the world, but I heard y/n on the phone with her sister yesterday when I got home. She asked y/n what she wants for Valentine’s Day and she said flowers because no one’s gotten her flowers before.” Wonwoo explains to his friends hoping that they’ll be satisfied with this answer and they’ll drop the subject.

“Aww, that’s so sweet.” Soonyoung coos.

“But, you’re not just getting her flowers, right? Are you planning anything else?” Mingyu asks as they finally enter the warmth of the dining hall.

“Well, I’m trying to plan what else we could do. When she was on the phone, y/n said she wanted to do something where we could really spend time together because we’ve both been so busy recently.”

“Wow, she really gave you a step by step guide of what she wants.” Soonyoung admires.

“Well, she actually gave her sister a step by step guide. Wonwoo here was just lucky and was in the right place at the right time.” Mingyu corrects.

“I guess you could say that, but I still need to plan the details. She said she wanted flowers, but nothing about what kind of flowers and she didn’t even say what she wants to do together. All she said was that she wants to spend time together, but I don’t know what we could do together.” Wonwoo complains as they make their way over to grab their food.

“I would suggest you cook her a nice dinner, but that’s off the table since we all know you can’t cook to save your life.” Soonyoung says as they make their way to an empty table.

“It’s not like you’re any better Soonyoung.” Wonwoo teases back. “I’m sure I’ll figure something out, I want to make sure it’s something she actually enjoys.”

The conversation eventually shifts, but Wonwoo can’t stop thinking about what to do on Valentine’s Day.

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Y/N’s point of view - Valentine’s Day

As you make your way back to your apartment after your classes, you can’t help but feel like there’s something off with Wonwoo recently. He’s been so engrossed in his thoughts that it’s like he’s on another planet sometimes. You wonder if he even remembers today's Valentine’s Day because he hasn’t brought it up at all. You decide not to get your hopes up as you walk out of the elevator. He’s busy so you understand if he completely forgot about it. Maybe you could get him to watch a movie with you tonight just to spend some time together.

“Wonwoo, I’m home!” you say as you walk through the door. 

You’re so focused on getting your shoes off that you don’t even notice the state of your apartment until you step farther into the apartment. When you finally look up, you see it. There are tea candles all around the kitchen island, red rose petals scattered around the island, little paper hearts stringed together to make a garland around the edge of the island, and standing there next to this beautiful display is Wonwoo in a cute burgundy polo sweater and jeans. In the middle of the island sits a bouquet of pink roses.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Wonwoo says as he makes his way towards you with a smile on his face. As he reaches down to take your bag from your hands, he notices the tears welling in your eyes.

“Y/n, are you okay? Why are you crying? Do you not like it?” Wonwoo asks, concern laced in his voice.

“No, I’m fine. I love it so much, Wonwoo. It’s so pretty. No one’s ever done anything so thoughtful for me.” you explain, blinking away your tears and Wonwoo visibly relaxes.

“I’m glad you like it, but that’s not all.”

“Really? You didn’t need to do anything else, this is already so much.”

“This is barely scratching the surface. Now close your eyes, I have another gift to give you.” 

“Wow so many surprises today, I must be the luckiest girl in the world.” you say as you close your eyes.

You hear Wonwoo pull something out of his pocket and a few seconds later you feel his hands gently lifting your hair away from your neck. You feel the cold metal of a necklace against your skin and shiver causing Wonwoo to chuckle. 

“You can open your eyes now.” Wonwoo says as he fixes your hair.

You look down at your neck and you see a beautiful gold chain with a cursive W pendant. You look up at him with shock as you say “Wow, Wonwoo this is beautiful.”

“Really? I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.” He says sheepishly as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I love it, it’s gorgeous.” You say as you go up on your tiptoes to plant a kiss to his lips. “It’s like we’re Troy and Gabriella from High School Musical.” you joke.

“That’s funny, that’s exactly what Soonyoung said.” Wonwoo laughs. “Well this isn’t all, I still have more planned.” 

“Jeon Wonwoo!” you gasp out, “How much more are you going to spoil me today?” 

“Definitely not as much as I want to, but it’ll have to do for now. You don’t even know what I have planned, you can’t be mad yet.”

“I guess so. Enlighten me then Wonwoo, what else do you have up your sleeve?”

“I ordered take out from your favorite restaurant so we could have a night in together. We’ve both been so busy these past few weeks with school and work that I thought it would be nice to eat together and catch up on what’s been going on.”

“Wonwoo, that’s so sweet, I can’t believe you planned all of this for me.” 

As you both work to unpack all of the food Wonwoo bought, you slip into comfortable conversation asking each other questions about your day. As you sit across from each other to begin eating your meal, you can’t help but think to yourself how lucky you are to have the sweetest boyfriend ever. As Wonwoo reaches over to put some food on your plate, you say “I love you.” as you stare lovingly into his eyes.

“Yeah? I love you too, y/n.” Wonwoo replies as he takes your hand in his and brings it up to his lips to place a chaste kiss on your hand.

Yeah, you’re definitely the luckiest girl in the world.

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an: Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it! If you did be sure to like and reblog. This is my first time writing fanfic so please leave a comment letting me know if you liked it and if I should change anything for the next one 💕

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[leonaluv]

What type of Roles would you play as Actor / Actress?

I was going to do Idol but I'm always curious 🥴 plot I would play in so. Anyways for fun

Four piles ,pick a cards

Choose a photo, words or number ~

Action ,Scene 1 , Cut , Scene 2

Pile one - Action

You're the one to question the system around you.   Look into the dark secrets of your family . Your love interests are normally going to be obsessed  with you or  not, you must focus on love ,more so focus on your character's journey .  Your first few roles , your going to face some criticism, people talking about how you express your facial expressions . People would want to be more emotional.  People like how you express your anger , and make scenes more intense .  Also, people hope to get a glimpse of who you are behind the scenes.  People like seeing you play more villain roles , more you like gambling and hunting down others. 

Cards: Queen , the moon reverse , five wands reverse , and truthseeker 

Characters / Descendants - Mal , disenchantment -Bean,bridgerton story - Queen Charlotte

Pile two: Scene 1

The roles you play , help to show off your sexy side , leaning into being innocent, the plot twist character, telling others to just trust you , while making sure your the one everyone feels comfortable around . Your acting reminds you of Lee Soo Hyuk . Someone that has cool vibes like that. Other roles remind me of mistress.

People perceive you as a good actress/ actor, despite playing the role , turn off the comments on social media. People see you winning awards ,even as a rookie. They see you as someone that has talent to play any role .

Cards: three wands , the fool reverse , angel reverse , and Prince reverse ice disaster

Pile three - cut

Here , the person that can pull off  playing different characters , you know, like Raven Symone, but still it's you , now your grandma , neighbor , aunt etc.  Either that or just like to play different types of characters .

 You have talent already at acting , as some of you all have already acted before in your childhood / teenage years . I guess more aspiring actors / actresses chose this pile . You have a good active imagination that helps you to bring your characters to life more.

 So some roles will be where you marry a famous person / reliving the life of a famous couple. Working in corporate but then you have some type of magical powers. . It starts off ordinary but then turns into something magical for your character when your play.  Playing the role of villain reminds me of strangers from hell.

Pile four- Scene 2

Here , your roles will have you playing someone that either time travels or given a second chance to live.  Going on 17 again type of shows.  You will playing role of sick patients , probably starting out.  Movies that are disasters .Most roles you have to play a younger person and at times you later are the one taking care of kids . Family type of drama. The type of dramas that get pick up from books but different when are screen. Dramas that in up showing more of dark side like winix clubs or new Sabrina show . More of mysterious reboot . People think your acting is new , that you tend to commit yourself very well to your role. Although some think you can be expressionless and a bit just of void like that of the death card.  Some think your bit psycho like the roles you play in film. This the supernatural pile to , where your cast in a lot of horrors , dealing with death , being the role of someone that here to spiritual heal . The roles to have you waiting to be save by someone , so the clumsy hero / heroine . Anime type of heros  role with the orphan card. The 'I die for you' type romance films. Aka till death do us apart . Eternal lovers.

Cards:  father, advocate, angel reverse, damsel reverse, child orphan , child eternal reverse , death

#pac #pick a card #tarot readings #archetypes

[dameronscopilot]

Can I request jealous Poe headcanon?🥹

I may or may not have gotten a bit carried away in my excitement over this request. Congrats, it’s a mini fic now I guess. Oops.

NSFW 18+ continuation of this here.

Jealous Poe Dameron

When the Resistance recruits a new pilot, Foss Vexlin, your best friend Poe Dameron knows he needs to get his shit together and win you over once and for all. The playful, flirtatious edge that the two of you have been dancing on for ages has become an all-or-nothing endeavour.

(Is Foss attractive? Yes. Do you plan on giving him the time of day? Absolutely not. But you’ll let Poe spiral his pretty little head into panic mode, if only because a splash of jealousy looks quite good on him.)

Poe may or may not blatantly show off what a ridiculously talented pilot he is at training the next day. The mirth sparkling in your eyes and the gobsmacked look on the new pilot’s face are certainly worth the way he’s reprimanded afterward for swooping and barrel rolling like an absolute madman across the airspace above the base. 

And if Poe “accidentally” leaves his jacket in the cockpit of your X-wing after doing a bit of maintenance on your starfighter for you? Well, it’s mighty convenient when you then happen to forget to bring your own jacket to the hangar from your quarters the following day, something he knows you do often. 

(You purposely act like you forgot to give it back to him for a couple extra days just to see the flare of possessiveness that ignites in his eyes when you strut around the base wearing it. And also because you’re just a teensy bit obsessed with the way it smells—leather, engine oil, and him.)

He’s noticed that many male pilots at the base seem to think that their “in” with you involves sliding in across from you at a table in the mess hall after a day of running practice flight formations, flashing a dashing smile while they offer you ”tips and suggestions” on your flying. Poe, who’s typically always sitting beside you, has discovered an uninhibited level of enjoyment in correcting their (generally) false observations—you’re a damn good pilot, and he’ll shout how proud he is of that from every rooftop across every planet in the galaxy till his lungs are hoarse. So he makes a habit of sending them scurrying off with their tails tucked between their legs when he offers some harsh but true advice on their own flying skills.

When you receive word that you’re being sent on a reconnaissance mission with Foss and two other pilots, Poe pays you a visit the night before you’re set to leave, and he slips off the worn leather bracelet that you never see him without, placing it on your own wrist. He acts like it’s not a big deal—it’s for luck, of course (and so maybe you won’t entirely forget about him while you’re away). (As if you ever could.)

It’s an exercise in restraint for Poe not to climb the walls of the base waiting for you to come home. (Black Squadron nearly puts in a collective request for him to be placed on a temporary suspension, if only to escape his constant pacing, anxiety, and snippy attitude that grows worse each day that you’re gone.)

When you get back to the base, you’re met with the usual enthusiastic fanfare awarded to crews upon a safe return home. It takes everything in Poe not to immediately take off at a run toward where you’re climbing out of your X-wing, his heart clenching when he watches Foss extend a hand to help you down. But he waits patiently, allowing others to shake your hand and clap you on the back first. So if, when he finally pushes through the crowd and gets to you, he picks you up in a bone-crushing embrace and spins you around—well, can you blame him?

You and the other pilots have a rare night out to celebrate, because the planet you’re temporarily stationed on is busy enough that you can easily blend into the cantina crowds and let loose. And Poe knows he’s well and truly fucked when you shyly step out in a little dress you’d recently bought on a whim from a kind woman at a market stall. The purchase felt stupid at the time, because you doubted you’d ever get a chance to wear it, but the desire and longing that’s written clearly across Poe’s face changes your mind entirely. 

Despite Poe’s hesitancy to potentially destroy your friendship should you not return the blistering feelings that have set his insides ablaze, the last shreds of his self preservation are effectively incinerated in one fell swoop when he watches you throw your head back in laughter while dancing with someone else. Fuck it. He cuts in. 

And when you finally share your first kiss pressed up against a wall in a dark corner of the cantina later that night—Poe’s lips slotted against yours, his callused fingers sliding up the slit of your dress to caress your hip, your hands in his hair, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he whispers just how badly he wants to call you his—all you can think is that you’d happily live in this moment forever. 

NSFW 18+ continuation of this here.

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[lavendercrow136]

I swear to you, to those who have been tuning into my fanfics I will love you through it all , and Tell me this isn't goodbye love, I did not forget about you. I've been extremely busy with work, to the point of an encroaching burn out.

I'm literally exhausted all of the time, and deal with an almost daily dosage of stress that's not healthy but there's not much I can do to change it because it's part of the job.

Not only am I just so tired, but my body says we're in pain, and we would like to not move around for a while.

Socially I am just nonexistent, I have friends I have not seen or hung out with in weeks and luckily I let them know what's going on and their okay with it and understand but people can only be patient for so long.

Mental health wise is a bit of a seesaw of anxiety and depression, spiced up with insomnia and hyper-insomblance, and goblin energy.

So I guess what I'm saying is I apologize for the delay on new content, and I hope you will continue to bear with me and support me through this difficult time.

I'm hoping to be able to post new content for your viewing pleasure soon and then get back to posting content on a regular basis.

I will warn you it might be a bit before I actually get it on any sort of viewing platform, for your reading pleasure that is because I try to only ever post chapters when I'm proud of them. When I know their good, or at least think their good. AND then I post them and I hope that you all agree and enjoy.

In other news though I have not posted a new chapter for "I will love you through it all" in a hot minute I looked at my Kudos and hits today, 989 hits and 40 Kudos!! Thank you all so much for continuing to follow along and read my work, it means more then you even know, and gives me the little bit of a push I need to keep going.

I also really need to provide a large shout out to my fiance who has been putting up with my emotional ass with both support and love and patience, thank you so much baby, for loving me when it feels like the whole world around me is a hurricane trying to tear me apart you are my safe space, my home, my everything. You are the light house that keeps me from crashing into the rocks and sinking into the abyss of my own negative thoughts, I love you so much @propertyofmilfs 3 monthes till we're together again, the distance between us may be hard but my love you are entirely worth every second minute and hour of the wait, 3 monthes till I feel at home again and I have you in my arms. ❤️

ALSO this is SO Important, if anyone at all knows anyone who used to live in the USA that immigrated to the Netherlands, and is currently residing in the Netherlands, please help me get in contact with them. I'd like to be able to move to be with my fiancé but neither of us really know where to start and the websites are confusing. So if anyone has any information or knows anyone please please please help 🙏

Thank you for your patience, and as always I will update you when I have more news and chapters updates and teasers.

Love, lavendercrow136

@propertyofmilfs @barbarasstar @vii-v @o1iviac1aire @winterfireblond @larissaoftarthweems @weemssapphic @weemswife

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[posebean]

Summer Rain: Feverish Weather 1

Writer: Beanosei

Season: Spring

Characters: Niki, Rinne, Kohaku, Himeru

Niki: Get it together, Shiina Niki, he's getting into your head!!!

Present day, studio bathroom

Niki:...

Niki: We’ve come far…but isn’t this too far?!

Niki: What’s going on with me? I can’t focus, everything around me is spinning, and I'm burning up!!

Niki: Am I catching a fever? We do shoot often in fake rain but the staff is always on hand to towel us dry…

Niki: (And that! That!)

Niki: (unintelligible noises)

Niki: Am I really supposed to do this?

Niki: Of course, this is a romance movie so it should be expected… but…

An hour earlier

Rinne: And with that, the last script read-through is done~ Does anyone have any objections, concerns, suggestions for our Director-san?

Kohaku: Not really. Our stuff seems simple enough, we have to be completely done with Rinne-han, as always. Right, Himeru-han?

Himeru: Yes. Should be easy enough, being something that Himeru and Oukawa are experts at already.

Niki: Mogu mogu mogu (chewing on a snack)

Rinne: Niki? Niki: Mogu mogu mogu (still chewing on a snack)

Rinne: No complaints from my team I guess~ Rinne: Well, lovely Director-san, I have a complaint! Kohaku: (covers his face in exasperation) Himeru: (does the same)

Niki: Mogu mogu mogu ♪ (still chewing on a snack)

Rinne: Director-san! The last scene! Right here! Rinne: Yes! Right there! I refuse to accept this. Kohaku:... Is it the- Himeru: Yep. It is.

Kohaku: I knew this was going to happen.

Rinne: Director-san! I’m sorry, I have to refuse. I will not do this.

Himeru: Amagi, stop being difficult. It’s not that big of a deal.

Rinne: Not that big of a deal?! Merumeru, are you hearing yourself? Am I surrounded by idiots?! Rinne: I said not till marriage, and I mean it. I’m a man of my word.

Kohaku: Rinne-han, this is literally a romance movie. You signed us up KNOWING this was a romance movie. Kohaku: You should’ve expected it.

Rinne: Nope, I still refuse~ Himeru: Oukawa put that fist down, if you hit him he might actually lose all the braincells he has left.

Niki: Mogu mogu mogu ♪ (still chewing on a snack)

Rinne: Niki~kyun~ stop chewing on that and participate in your group’s conversation! (moves to pull on snack) Niki: (pulls back, quickly stuffing the rest into his mouth) Niki: Nahaha…Rinne-kun, it’s not like we’re actually kissing though? Niki: It’s just a fake kiss, right? Rinne:...

Himeru: Amagi instantly saw the word ‘kiss’ and panicked. Niki: Director-san said we can stop right before an actual kiss and they can handle the rest. Kohaku: Kohkohkoh, yeah. The miracles of camera angles and post-editing.

Rinne:...

Rinne: Well why didn’t you all say so! Gyahaha ☆

Niki: But we did say so…it was also written on the script, you just didn’t pay attention~

Rinne: Get ready Niki~kyun~ We gotta practice~ Niki: Rinne-kun wait why are you getting close to me- Niki: NGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Back in the present

Niki: (I know back then I wasn’t really bothered by it but…) Niki: (Why am I feeling so weird now!!!) Niki: It’s just a fake kiss! There’s nothing wrong about it-

Niki: Just acting for an audience, all for entertainment! Niki: Nothing more…

Niki: (Hggh. It’s not just this though…) Niki: (We’ve been acting out our other scenes but…)

Niki: (I’ve been the one messing up the most! Rinne-kun is an amazing actor while I’m just…me.)

Niki: (Even so, all of the crew…and Rinne-kun…are so patient with me.) Niki: (Seeing him put this character on…It makes me feel dizzy.) Niki: (places his hands on his cheeks) Niki: AGH What is happening to me?!

Niki:...

Niki: Come to think of it, that was kind of cute. Niki: How earnest he was about not kissing even if he didn’t see it was a fake kiss- Niki: (Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait)

Niki: Cute?! Amagi Rinne, cute?!!!

Niki: Get it together, Shiina Niki, he's getting into your head!!!

Niki: He is not cute!!! He is awful!! And it’s all his fault you’re feeling like this!! Niki: All! His! Fault!

Niki: I’m not gonna let him get to me! He will not win! Niki: Those soft looks…that warm touch- Niki: Acting, it’s all acting! Niki: Hmph! Niki: (Nice try Rinne-kun, I’m not falling for any of this!)

Niki: You may think you’ve won, but I’m not falling for this!

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[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Thanks, I appreciate the response. Also for the record this ask can wait a couple days till you've had time to rest and unwind and get into a better place. Like no harm will come from a delayed response, I'm doing my version of fine today and even at my lowest I'm really not in danger

Like just to be clear, the nice thing about text is it can wait, and this is very long. Without any self sacrificing nonsense I'm saying it can wait. Get yourself into a good space, once you're in that space look after your actual patients first, I'm alright and can wait and won't be hurt by waiting

Also just wanted to say that if you ever want I'm totally happy to come off anon and chat. I can't do anything specific, but I can listen and hopefully validate and at kind of seem like I actually heard. It's really just active listening stuff, but I'd be happy to do that and prefer it to talking about what's on my mind

If you do want to take me up on that offer, it doesn't have to wait till you've responded to this

Anyway, hope you have a nice day

That said... hmm... I guess this takes a bit of backstory so I'll try to make it quick

I don't have a job, never managed to get one, just volunteering stuff. I did however get a bit of inheritance from a great aunt which I managed to leverage into the last affordable house in this state. $90k and my dream home, but that's part of why I'm 50 miles from everything. I don't mind it cause I never went out anyway, but that's how you afford a house these days

I've never had a good relationship with my mom for a lot of reasons, but I ended up having to let her move in with me just cause she cost me too much when left alone (like the time I had to scrape together $6k to pay off a payday loan). So it works, and like bills are paid with the disability I helped her get on, but there's a lot of negative past emotions at work here

Almost to what I actually want to talk about

So I drink gallon mason jars of tea. Water out here kind of sucks, leave a tea bag in the water kind of processes it for me. I'm upstairs, my mom's downstairs, and she doesn't do anything at all around the house except cooking and dishes. We have an agreement where she'll refill one of my 2 jars with tea and stick it in the fridge

Well if ever both jars are empty at the same time she has a melt down about what a horrible person she is. I don't make a big deal about it, but she makes a huge deal out of it. I can never bring up any problems I ever have cause she'll have a melt down, and even this I have to worry that if she didn't fill some tea that maybe I just shouldn't drink so much so she doesn't freak out about 2 empty jars

No we get to what I actually wanted to vent about

I tell my friend (same one I mentioned last time) how frustrating this is for me, how it's like if someone tells me something I did wrong, that may make me feel bad, but if I just go "oh I'm a horrible person" it makes me impossible to deal with. Like it just gets frustrating dealing with this

My friend responds with that my mom probably doesn't mean to do this and is just upset and overwhelmed and it's just like...

I mean of course, but also like that doesn't mean you don't hurt people. I try to thank people when they bring a problem to my attention, even if I hate it, just to not be my mom. Just cause I know what it's like to be met with "oh god!"

And like... can anyone ever take my side on anything. Can anyone ever just trust me? Like maybe if my mom weren't my mom and hadn't made it so the idea of family repulses me so bad I can't even be close to my dad who I like, that I'd get a lot of what's going on for her and be sympathetic

I don't know... despite maneuvering this house into existence and being good with money my mom's always second guessing me and treating me like an idiot. Just no one seems to be able to just trust me

I don't know... I like this friend a lot, I care deeply about her. If she ever takes me up on it she'll always have a free room here, cause wanting to help her get out from her parents and be making her own choices is part of what motived me to keep looking for a house even when obviously it looked bleak

I just... I mean I could use some help, I could use someone to come around and teach me all this stuff I'm having to make up for my self like how to clean. I wing it, and I wish I didn't have to, but that seems unlikely

So short of that I just wish people would trust me and... not try and give advice since... hmm... it's hard for me to say this about myself, but frankly if I showed you the cleaning I did on my mom's trailer and then you take managing to get a house, I move at an ent's pace, but I'm kind of a miracle worker in the long run

When I don't listen to expectations and do things my way, they work out really well. I take other people's thoughts into consideration (my grandpa was always scripting for people and I saw how crazy it made him), hell this house was something my mom suggested we look at when I was saying maybe we needed to move to a cheaper state, but like... I have a better grasp on things than people treat me like I have

Just get tired... I'm always saying to people when I listen to them, I'll slip in that I think they're doing a good job, that I think they're valuable, that they matter

Aside from just being "nice"... I don't know, no one says that stuff to me. I'm nice, and once an optometrist's assistant said I had nice eyes (I assume structurally, cause she had someone else come look at them through one of their gadgets)

I just want to be treated like I'm wanted. I just want to be treated like I'm trusted. A lot of this, if I told you why I don't get along with my mom, I think it's more or less textbook neglect symptoms I have. I wish people would trust me on my mental health too

I wish people would work with me. I wish they'd communicate what they want. That friend who has the room her if she wants it, for a while she was talking about just booking a ticket and getting away from her parents, but then I never heard about it again and I don't know why. If I knew why maybe I could do something to accommodate, but no one communicates with me

I don't know... doesn't matter. I'm slowly almost coping enough to get myself to do the tasks I want done, though I'm still bad at it. I've got one last bit of cleaning left before I move onto stage 2. It's been months, it's just so overwhelming I can't work on it or... something... don't know why I can't do things, but I've almost fixed it

None of it really matters, history shows I'll make it work, history shows my emotions don't really matter. I will probably build myself a good life

I'll just be totally alone and proved right that I'm unlovable, and be even more bitter than I am now (which sounds so miserable and I'd rather die), but just like now I'll do everything I can to avoid letting that bitterness show and venting it on people

...I'm not sure that there was a point to this, but there it is. I'm still thinking about the whole telling you where I am, mostly because my webcam/mic set up is janky and I worry I'd be too anxious to actually talk to someone using it, too embarassed

Sorry for the ungodly amount of words. I always talk too much once I start talking

The offer to listen is sincere and on the table, and I can promise zero judgement on whatever you might say. I don't know... hopefully you took my advice and waited to read this till you were doing better

Take care

I think a lot of people assume that when someone vents to them about what another person is doing that's hurtful, it's because they haven't yet considered why the other person might be doing those things.

But for a lot of us, other people's motivations and machinations are literally All We Think About. So there's no comfort in being told "she's probably just overwhelmed and doesn't mean it" because OF COURSE that's probably true and the problem isn't that you are unaware of this, it's that when YOU'RE overwhelmed and say something you don't mean, suddenly all the compassion about "well consider it from their point of view" goes out the window. It starts to feel like there is no right way for you to exist, only ways that will draw slightly less attention (and therefore slightly less harm) from the people around you. Which is a shitty, miserable way to live. And it's really nice when you have someone in your life who just....doesn't assume you're venting because you haven't considered the other person's perspective? Sometimes intent is fucking irrelevant and what I need to comfort myself is not an assurance that the other person "didn't mean it" but an acknowledgement that yeah it fucking sucks to deal with this, especially when I put SO MUCH EFFORT into being kind and gentle and accommodating and supportive even when I am just spitting mad.

I'm actually doing a lot better! Thank you for your attention to how I might internalize or cope with your ask, it's very kind of you to reassure me that there's no rush to respond. I like text based communication for the same reasons you described. No pressure to respond quickly means being able to formulate and think, which is great especially as someone who struggles with both of my native tongues. It also means that the messages that ultimately get sent are more meaningful and connected for me, which I really like, not to mention circumnavigating the auditory processing disorder.

I hope you do come off anon someday and chat because you seem like a lovely person, and while I'm not in dire need of someone to talk to about my problems at this point in my life, I do really enjoy rattling on in excessive detail about irrelevant things, and hearing others do the same.

I do try to be really careful about offering my own ear to others, because I know that as a therapist it can be tough for me to turn off clinical mode while listening, but if you don't mind gently nudging me when I've done so too much, I'd love to be a part of your system of support.

[popculturebuffet]

Watchmen Issue by Issue: The Abyss Gazes Also (Patreon Review for WeirdKev27)

Content Warning: This review will contain mentions of extreme and graphic violence. While i’m going to not show it because I love you all, it is vital and necessary to the story I talk about some of it so if you have sensitivity towards that sort of thing or the deaths of children or dogs, please skip this one. 

Times up times here for the watchmen once again. I’m Jake, I review comics, film and animation and for this year i’m taking a monthly look at the watchmen courtsey of my patreon weirdkev27. And i’ts been an enlightning return as while I liked it as a teen having to really drink everything in has made me appricate it more the second time around.

That said while I had to wait till the end of the month for this one as it was the easiest to rework in my schedule when I hit some sliippage, I wasn’t that put off.  And it’s not due to quality: This issue is easily the best so far, the most iconic in the series with MANY of the most memorable moments of it comign from this, and one of the most intense and captivating issues i’ve ever read.... but it’s also bleak, gory as hell, and hard to stomach. This issue is a dive into Rorschach’s mind and just what turned Walter Kovacs into the obessive right wing murderous nightmare he is. And the results are well...

It’s a great issue but I was dead serious, as I always am, about the content warning. If you’ve read this one or at leats know rorshachs backstory, then you know why i’m like this this go round. And if you don’t.. well be prepared to gaze into the abyss because what stares back.. is a lot. 

The issue is, as you could probably guess, another character focus, but while it does focus on one of our leads in Rorshach.. it also focuses on his pyschatrist, dr. malcom long who wants to study our formerly fedora clad man of many creepy rants to help him. And to possibly get a book deal but unlike the sam hamm script after it, it DOES feel like Long geninely WANTS to help Rorshach and comes off as the only friendly face in the prison: the guards don’t seem to like him any more than the police, the prisoners naturally all want him dead and taunt him in his cell every night, Long is the only one genuinely WANTING to change him for the better instead of just see him as a bloody smear on the wall as quickly as possible. 

The problem is that Therapy requires the person to actually WANT to change on some level: to adress their problems and manage their mental illness. It’s what I hope to get some day and why I take medication. It helps. But while Rorshach IS clearly mentally ill on some level, and the story sadly does the classic dovetailing of mental illness with violence, he’s HAPPY as what he is. He’s vengance in an unjust world and he dosne’t WANT to change or come back from the edge. He won’t compromise.. even in the face of armageddon.. so Long was doomed from the moment he sat down. 

The issue is framed by the twos sessions and Rorshachs flashbacks as we learn WHY he ended up like this and that he’s suprisngly tragic. I still don’t LIKE him as a person.. but I do feel sorry for him. While again the story mistkaes mental illness for violence, to moores credit he also shows Rorshach didn’t get this way out of nowhere: a society unwilling to get him help, a mother who actively hated him, and a traumtic incident to end all incidents got him there. Just because he’s an asshole at the end dosen’t make it any less tragic the world failed him so badly. That a man who ended up despite all this becoming a hero.. wound up as only marginally better than the monsters he fights. 

So we see that path during the first sessoin even if Long, sadly dosen’t get that insight to actually help his patient: we get our first really iconic bit as Kovacs says a bunch of nice stuff.. while imagining a dog with it’s head split open. 

You were warned and it ONLY gets worse. IT’s why i’m also, as you could probablyu noticed not mocking rorshach as usual: it’s just.. not an issue for that. 

Our first flashback shows him walking in on his mom .. who was a prostitut, had sex in the home and abuses her son when the john leaves because he walked in.  Yeah this work.. dosen’t have the best views on sex work, and I wince at the sterotype of prostitues who are moms doing all their work in the home. It paints them as stupid and neglegent and all sex workers who happen to have kids as  badly needing the money> Which does happen.. but geninely just because you work in sex dosen’t mean your a bad parent. Anyone in any line of work can be a bad parent. The only things I can give moore is it likely wasn’t intentional, and that it does answer why Kovacs is such a dick towards said sex workers: he had a terrible experince himself. It dosen’t remotely justify it, but it adds depth to his actions instead of just bein ga right wing ass

His next flashback during the same section is of some kids bullying him.. till he snapped and just started snarling into one like a beast, a sign of who he’ dbecome.. and what was lurking underneath. The rage, the pain, and the lashing out at a society he correctly sees dosen’t care about him. 

Dr. Long works on the case at home, and we get updates on what happened next: the incident caused Kovacs home to be investigated.. and thus him to be taken away and him to do FAR better. He got good grades in school and seemed fine.. though his reaction to his mom’s death, good indicated he hadn’t forgotten nor forgiven how she treated him. 

So at the next session Long admits he got that Roshach wasn’t engaging and asks him too.. and Ror admits he dosen’t LIKE dr. long, feeling a rich man can’t understand what he went through, but agreeing to actually talk to him about Rorshach. It shows the tragedy as well as why Rorshach remains unlikeable: He was through a lot... but he also refuses to empathize, to see that Dr. Long is TRYIGN to help walter and isn’t being condescending or anything. He gets he had a hard life and treis to understand it. The work isn’t working because Long is fat or wealthy, it’s not working because Rorshach dosen’t want it to and woudl prefer to break a geninely kind, decent man wanting to help him.. than actually GET help. 

So we get the story: after leaving the orphanage at 16 Kovacs worked in garmets, not minding except having to work with women’s clothing. It’s there he found the mask and we find out why it shifts, something I hadn’t even noticed till now: it’s a special fabric made my mahattan. the client abandoned the dress so walter took it home and played with it, as frankly I would in that situation then forgot about it, again as I would. It wasn’t till two years later when he heard about  the woman who ordered it’s rape and murder that something change. He heard how her forty neighbors, all above.. did nothing. Some even WATCHED. 

So Kovacs made a face he could look at in the mirror..and Rorshach was born.. but as Kovacs says not really.. it was still walter in the mask. not the Rorshach he BECAME. Kovacs also points out there are more severe cases than his but the doctor isn’t visiting THEM... and makes a valid point there. I do like that: while I do think Dr. Long is a good man he’s not infaliable, as seen right after when he assumes the kitty genovese incident was just an excuse to do this.. when what caused Walter to become Rorshach was much deeper.. and that Rorshach did beocme a hero for good reason. To protect those who couldnlt

Long then recounts an incdient after that.. and we get one of the most iconic scenes in the comic as an inmate tries to intemdiate rorshach.. and soon wins his darwin award as rorshach flings a hot tray of food at him burning the man. And as he’s carried away he says the line bart..

“I’m not locked in here with you.. your locked in here with me”... Long is starting to realize how wrong he was, Kovacs isn’t getting better.. and Long is getting worse, neglecting his wife for the case.. or as he muses

Ror procedes to prove how far gone he is claming Kovacs was soft for having friend sfor having mercy.. for in short being a good hero, venting his resntment at everyone quitting and again adding a layer to his respect for the comedian: while he was still an ass about the sexual assault and always will be, we see he saw a kindred spirit: someone who didn’t give up and who saw the world was fucked up and kept up the work anyway. Granted he dosen’t seee that the work was jut an outlet for the comedian to kill and abuse people, so again, asshole, but it does make it more than just being right wing that makes rorshach respect him and shows WHY he dove so hard into this: i’ts not just the conspiracy.. it’s a person he admired and kept him going dying and him wanting to know WHY. 

He ends it by saying “We are compelled” and Malcomn Long.. wonders why. He’s also unnerved to find out the newstand he goes to is the same one Roshach went to.. it’ trivial but I’d be spooked too. Still Malcom’s wife has a party planned with some couple friends to try and smooth things over, and things seem better... so yeah.. about that..

See.. now we get what caused Walter to become Rorshach.. the Rorshach we know. And find out about the dog with it’s head split open. This.... is what haunted me and kept me away a bit. The stuff with him slowly breaking malcom dosen’t help.. but this.. it chills my bones. It utterly unsettles me and i’mnot the hardest mark for horror: horror stuff can shock me. But this.. may be one of the most intense and unsettling things and we hardly see anything... and that just makes it worse

So Walter was investigating a kidnapping, a chlid was taken for ransom on a stupid mistake as her father wasn’t rich like they thought and taking it personally for reasons you can probably guess, Walter looked for her. And while he foudn where she was clearly kept, he also found butchers tools, a childs clothes in the incenerator... and the worst thing the attack dogs the guy had.. feasting on human bones. I.. I can’t even use a reaction image for this it’s so fucking disturbing. And Moore to his brilliance.. dosen’t show any excess gore or anything dosen’t show the child being devoured. All it takes is the implications and the sights of the dogs fighting over the remains..a nd that.. that is enough.  It’s enough to leave me barely able to write the rest of this and it’s enough to kill walter kovacs. Rorshach then picks up the cleaver.. and well .. you know what happens next. 

So we get a naturally brutal death for the monster, as he first THROWS THE DOG CORPSES AT HIM, which as a dog lover all this dog stuff.. jesus christ it’s a lot, then chains him to the furnance, gives him a saw and jigsaw style tells him “won’t get through chain in time’ ... giving him an obvious implication.. and then lighting the place up. 

And from that Rorshach took his philosphy: there is no meaning, no purpose, no greater design.. only what we make. No one shaped it.. it’s us.. just us. 

Naturally he ruins the dinner party talking about the incident, and his wife runs out on him like n ass instead of seeing you know, he’s heavily fucking traumatized... and he ends the issue starring into the abyss.. but finding nothing. There is nothing left for Dr. Long.. or anyone

This issue is a masterpiece.. but as you might of guessed it is a lot. It made me respect Rorshach as a character a lot more, see far more complexity and thankfully Dr. Long’s story isn’t over just yet. Though thankfully this part of it is. Thank god. This issue is brilant, intrancing.. but fuck is it a lot. It’s probably Moore’s best work.. but it’s also easily darkest. So be careful when you hit this chapter.. nad be good to each other. Because yes, maybe something didn’t shape this, I belivie something did though I have no idea what. Beleivie what you belivie as long as it dosen’t hurt others. But even if it didn’t.. even if all we hav eis the meaning we make.. there’s no reason to not be good to each other. There’s no reason to not help one another and there’s no reaoon to not care about what we do have, what meaning we have made. Rorshach wasn’t wrong people can be terribhle and sometimes violence is just there... but they can also be good.. and despite everything, especially in the past week.. i have to belieive there’ shope and that we can make this world better again and that a select few can’t ruin it no matter how hard they try. Thank you for reading. 

#watchmen #dc comics #rorshach #malcom long #alan moulder #dave gib

[glamourstories]

JD Space

I saw the ping across my dash, someone was trying to contact me. I pinged back to get a look at them, know what I'm dealing with. A low res image of the ship popped up on screen, a small black ship, single person, probably a fighter. No colour meant they liked to hide in space and no livery meant they were independent. Could be a pirate, more likely a bounty hunter given how they hadn't fired yet.

I answered the call, a voice crackled through my headset. "What's your JD?" She said, blunt and to the point.

"Pinging you now." I replied in comms, tapping my console to give her access to my Jurisditial Designation code. I didn't make small talk, Bounty Hunters weren't the patient sort and itchy on the trigger if you didn’t give them what they wanted. I was also just happy to get moving anyway, I had a delivery to make.

I saw my console light up while her system connected to mine and we waited a minute as she pinged the local jurisdiction for decryption and verification.

"D&Vs clear, on your way." She said cutting comms, clearly not looking to chat. I saw her ship light up, thrusters glowing blue against the blackness of space as she flew over my cockpit. She didn’t need to fly that close, she had the whole sky she could’ve used. No, she was making a point; ‘Don’t mess with me’ she was saying. Now all bounty hunters had an ego, but this felt different, piracy and smuggling wasn’t uncommon this far away from the hypergate network, but I had a feeling she was looking for someone specific and was pissed I wasn’t it.

Except I had a feeling I actually was.

My JD code was actually a legal one. Just that it didn't belong to me or this ship. JDs are near impossible to forge so it was easiest to just duplicate one. Lucky for me Bounty Hunters aren't the patient sort, she just cared that it was real and didn't stick around till the JD ping got back to its home jurisdiction. If she had waited then she would have found out the JD I used didn't match my ship, she also didn't stop to wonder why a trader was halfway across the galaxy from their jurisdiction.

But I figured she'd get a notification in the next hour after the ping had made its way around the galaxy, so best I got out of there. I had a delivery to make after all. I made a silent prayer that someone at Corridian XIV would be able to get me a new JD and a paintjob, but I still had to get there first. My truck was a bit old at this point, a banged up mid-class freighter, so even if I did already have a head start on the bounty hunter, her ship was newer and sleeker so would easily be able to catch up if the ping came back sooner rather than later.

I burned excess to get there faster, I could have coasted and still got there with time to spare and I wasn't going to be happy with the extra fuel costs later, but better that than no payday and a year in prison. I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting to get pinged so soon, I'd barely been out in this cluster a week, just having enough time to score a decent smuggling job (recommendations go a long way, even in black markets), so either this cargo was tainted or someone had set me up.

I'd have to add it to the list of worries along with my now compromised JD, but a job is a job and I'm sure the people of Corridian XIV needed whatever was in those crates and with any luck someone there could get me a fresh JD and a new paint job.

This far from the hypergates supplies weren’t regular and the law was mostly left for people for people to sort out amongst themselves. So here we were; a bunch of pirates and bounty hunters stuck in a loop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tentatively calling this JD Space, just because it sounds fun and rolls off the tongue. Don't know if I could make it into a full story but I wanted to try my hand at worldbuilding, or galaxy-building I guess and I started with a small concept and wanted to include slang, I just like the phrase "What's your JD?" Others include "Off-Map" I.E. Having no JD Code so you aren't on the JD Map.

I think there's a fun story in this concept somewhere but it's weird; I usually start off with a short story then build the world around that as it makes sense, so this is backwards for me. But also interesting that I've basically come up with a universe based around bureacracy and I'd be curious if I could turn that into something interesting.

#my fic #my work #writing #short story #space #smuggling #piracy #worldbuilding #scifi #world building

[truc0nfessionz]

i can't really explain why, but i'm upset.

i guess i just miss the fuck out of you.

and honestly, i'm somewhat jealous of everyone who gets your good energy this week.

i feel like for more than a week i've just been waiting. waiting to be out of the book fair queue. waiting for the weekend. then waiting for you to be done dog sitting. waiting to talk to you on the phone at night.

and i'm annoyed because i feel like everyone else gets the fun you - in class, at the bar, with your friends, whatever - they get the Ivy that laughs and is having a good time.

and when i get there, i know i'm just going to be watching you sleep.

and i don't want to give you a hard time about it because you stayed up all night so i know you need sleep.

but also - i needed your real attention.

i don't want you to fight sleep to stay up to see me. why do they get well-rested Ivy and i get scraps?

for basically a fucking week i've just been waiting to have your attention and i guess maybe i just won't have that. or maybe i have to be patient or something.

but like yesterday - i said all day i missed the shit out of you. and yeah, you were doing other things during some of the times we could've talked - that's not even a big deal. i was literally just waiting to spend time with you on facetime at the end of the day. see your face. hear your voice. have your focused attention. and as soon as i get on the phone with you you tell me you're going out tonight... okay, cool.

and then this morning, when we were supposed to be going to the gym "together" (in different cities), that clearly wasn't happening because you didn't get home till 4:30...

it's interesting how you say things like you want to go to the gym, support me, etc. but how can you do that when you're just going to sleep at the time i'm waking up?

and now i'm really not going to be able to hang out with you tonight. you're going to be tired. you're going to be asleep. i'm going to be annoyed that i'm at your house and not home. if i'm being ignored, i'd rather do it in the comfort of my own home.

so yeah today kind of sucks. i'm truly annoyed. i've literally just been waiting to spend time with you. actual time. not being rushed. just being together. i just want to be with you. i just want to have your undivided attention.

but when you get out of your 9pm class you're going to be tired. and i understand the day you've had. but i also don't know if i can be in the presence of less than your full attention today. i need more. i just do. i've waited too long, i'm going to be resentful if i don't feel like you're actually paying attention to me. which isn't fair because you're going to be fucking exhausted. but i just feel like maybe i'm setting myself up to be annoyed here...

it's hard not to feel like a brat. yeah, i genuinely DO want your undivided attention. and i am serious. and i don't feel like it's too much to ask for. and i'd rather wait then be given the energy i don't need. i don't want to be around you if i'm not being treated the way i'm accustomed to.

i guess we'll see how it goes.

#10.11.22 #a.n.i

[botgochatbot]

6 reasons why chatbot taking over customer service

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Ask yourself! If you ever visit a website and your curious mind hits you with a random question. Then For your queries, how would you like to step in, a call, email, or chat. I guess we know the answer, and that’s why chatbot is the market’s latest tool, as useful as effective. Ai-services weigh down the burden of humans by making convenient choices for them.

Customer Support

How your business perceives by your customers creates the right perspective for others. For a small business, it can be an expensive deal to have too many customer executives, so a chatbot is really a helpful resource to channelize all the care support required to play on behalf of the company to its customers. For small businesses, a single chatbot is good to go for handling all their customers.

Live Chat

We are all convinced by the fact that we feel more comfortable using live chats rather than other means of contact. If you feel so, you are probably a part of 50 percent of consumers who prefer the same.

Customer Engagement

Customer satisfaction is always a high priority for businesses. Because this is the only way to leverage engagement and create brand loyalty. Quick and effortlessly easy mediums like chatbot directly improve the engagement in services.

Immediate response

“It takes months to find a customer… second to lose one”-Vince Lombardi

No one can wait for your late response when there are millions of services for every need. With the help of a chatbot, you can provide solutions in a few automated steps.

Manage Appointment

If you’re having trouble managing your business tasks like scheduling customer visits or making appointments with clients, an appointment bot can help you do so.

It can favor you with making inquiries about customers/patients and help them to assist in making reservations. As a result, clients may quickly schedule an appointment with you, and you can concentrate on those who are currently in your office.

Generate leads

Chatbot company brings Digital transformation in the form of artificial intelligence. Bots help to engage customers through short conversations and approaches to stay connected. It helps to understand the queries with specific questions regarding their product preferences that qualify a person as a lead or a potential consumer.

Final thought

Many queries reach out to the support don’t even need a human agent. It can be well managed by the AI-based chatbot solution. Botgo customized solutions in the chatbot industry, making customer service go hassle-free. A chatbot is purposely designed to reduce the effort by giving automated solutions so that the support team can solve the problem that is on high priority and improve customer satisfaction.

Source: https://medium.com/@botgo/6-reasons-why-chatbot-taking-over-customer-service-4e19f8f91773

#artificialintelligence #ai #machinelearning #technology #deeplearning #tech #robotics #innovation #business #automation #Chatbot #Chatbotsolution #chatbot #customercareservice #customerservice #customercare #marketing #customerappreciation #customerreview #savetime #savemoney #leadgeneration

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

You're so sweet! Oh! part 2? I bet it's gonna be great, like everything else. And new chapters for Ours is Not to Reason Why?! I'm so excited! So... about that idea, I got to say that I love a little bit of angst, so I was thinking about Billy forgetting her bday? I mean, like really forgets (not like I'm-pretending-so-I-can-throw-a-surprise-party thing). I think she would be more sad than mad, you know. And then Dom!Billy apologizing and making sure she knows he loves her? (1/2) 

I mean, his filth mouth saying some things along the lines of "you think I don't love you?" and "You're mine" (soooo hot). Oh! Don't mind me, I'm just dreaming out loud. hahaha He's just so sexy... Well, back to reality, thanks for listening to me and, mostly, thank you for sharing your work with us. <3 (2/2)

Well, it's part 3 now I guess,😄 but I'm gonna have some fun now.

What Kind of Man (1/2)

Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: Smut, angst(ish), oral (f receiving), pussy slapping, overstimulation, mild degradation, mentions of violence (Billy gets hit),teasing, dirty talk, I think that covers it.

I had to split this into two parts because.... tumblr

The cold morning air makes you shiver. The thick blanket wrapped around you does nothing to keep you warm. You sigh, and reach out for your personal walking space heater. Nothing. With a groan, you peep your eyes open to find no one in the bed with you.

You sit up groggily and look around.

"Billy?" You call out into the emptiness of the apartment.

No response.

Where on earth was your husband?

There's a note on your nightstand.

'Emergency work call. Won't be home till later. Don't wait up.'

You grumble, hating that he never got a decent break from his work.

It was also a sucky way to wake up on your birthday.

To be honest, it soured your mood for the entire day. You missed your husband, and you wished you had gotten to wake up to him, instead of the coldness of his absence.

You tried your best to keep a happy face though, gratefully accepting your coworkers' wishes with a warm smile.

When Candice asks you in the breakroom- in front of everyone what your plans are for the day, you smile,

"Oh, Billy probably has something planned to surprise me." You say, brushing it off.

Which was probably true, now that you thought about it. I mean, he wouldn't forget your birthday....right?

"Oh, I'm sure," she responds, "It must be amazing to have a pretty man like that, not to mention the money he has."

You bristle, feeling uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had turned. Billy was way more than looks and money, but that was all people seemed to see when they looked at him.

You smile politely, thanking the stars when you see your phone light up with Karen's name.

You excuse yourself and get the hell out of there.

"Thank god." Is what you say when you answer.

"Happy birthday!" Karen says enthusiastically down the line.

You giggle and accept her wishes. She asks about your plans and you respond in the same way you did in the break room a minute ago.

"He's been busy today, though." You say uncertainly.

"Yeah," she recalls, "He had Frank running out the door really early this morning, but he just texted me, so I think they're done with whatever emergency they had."

You hum in acknowledgement.

"I guess I'll see you sometime this week? We can hang out and watch movies at my place?" You suggest, "You can bring me whatever gift you bought for me." You poke playfully.

You can imagine her rolling her eyes through the phone. "I'll buy you a gag so that you shut up." She says sarcastically.

"Whatever turns you on." You say with a laugh.

The conversation ends soon after, and you're left staring at your phone, hoping that Billy would give you a call at least.

You had both agreed that when he was off dealing with emergencies at work, that you wouldn't call or text. One incoming text signal could be the difference between life or death in his line of work. So you tried to be as patient as possible and wait for him to reach out first.

You find yourself waiting for an hour before he finally calls.

"Hey Mister Russo." You say with a smile.

You hear his tired chuckle.

"Hello Mrs. Russo, just calling to let you know that I'm okay. Definitely not dead, mostly in one piece."

You pause for a second. Did he forget?

"Well, I definitely do like you in one piece. It's my favourite."

"Oh really? I'll have to keep that in mind."

"When do you get off work?" You ask carefully.

He sighs, "Not sure if I'll see you till tomorrow, I'm swamped with paperwork. I got Madani breathing down my neck."

Yeah, he definitely forgot.

You try not to let it show, but even if it does, you know he'll just mistake the sadness in your voice for missing him.

"Well, no worries, I'll see you when I see you."

"You sure will," he says, you overhear voices in the background before he sighs, "I have to go, I love you."

You barely say your goodbyes before he hangs up.

You sit in silence for a moment.

Maybe this was a sick joke.

Maybe he thought he was being funny by pretending to forget your birthday.

Maybe he would be waiting for you when you get home, with something nice planned and a warm hug.

You shiver with the cold, and the desolation creeping in. Sadness claws at the inside of your throat for a moment before you take a deep breath and relax. It'll be fine. You'll still love him if he forgets your birthday.

When you get home, it's empty, and you know for sure that he's forgotten. Your stomach sinks, and you drop your things onto your kitchen counter angrily.

You draw a nice soothing bath and try to ignore the vibrations of your phone in the other room - countless friends giving you birthday wishes that your husband hadn't remembered.

When you finish your bath, you wander around the empty apartment.

When you see how lively the city is beneath you, sparks of an idea start to form in your head.

"Fuck this." You mutter, throwing on some decent clothes and going out.

You could celebrate your birthday all by yourself.

Frank and Karen are swaddled together in one blanket on the couch when there's a knock on the door. Frank groans as he untangles himself from his girlfriend. Karen laughs as the blanket hooks to one of his legs causing him to stumble.

The door opens, "Oh hey Bill. How are ya." Frank greets.

"Hey Frankie, I need your signature on some a these documents before I pass them on to Madani. Oh hey Karen." Billy says, noticing Karen over Frank's shoulder.

Karen raises an eyebrow, "You guys didn't celebrate for long huh." She says.

"What are you talking about?"

"Could have sworn you wouldn't leave her side until her birthday was over."

Karen watches Billy's face flare with confusion... followed by panic.

"Oh fuck!" Billy exclaims, leaving just the way he came.

Frank closes the door slowly in shock, papers in hand that Billy left behind.

"I'm so glad I'm not him right now." Frank confesses.

Karen nods in agreement.

Frank barely gets two steps from the door before someone is pounding on it once again.

It's Billy, with wild, panicked eyes and sharp breaths.

"Frankie what do I do?!"

You're deep into your third drink when Billy's name lights up on your phone.

"Nope." You mumble, flipping the phone over, effectively ignoring the call.

Your chest aches, and you sip more of your drink, hoping to turn that sorrow numb with alcohol.

You're not at home, which sends Billy into panic mode. He knows he's fucked up bad. He tries to call you for the tenth time, leaving voicemail after voicemail. He's so fucking sorry and he just wishes you would answer so that you can hear his apology.

He calls Frank in a frenzy.

"Hey Bill."

"I can't find her, she's not here. Fuck Frankie, why do I fuck things up so bad?" He doesn't say it out loud, but he thinks to himself that this is probably one of the reasons no one has ever wanted him.

"Relax Bill, she'll understand. How bout you come back over and I can ask Karen to call her to see if she'll talk to you?"

Billy swallow the lump in his throat. Frank is right. He shouldn't be worrying about himself, he should be making sure that you're okay.

It's 9pm and you're on your fifth drink. You're effectively numb from the pain, but you can still feel the sadness creeping in. Many guys have approached you in offer to buy you drinks, but when you point out the rock on your finger, they respectfully get lost.

It's a shame that the man that gave you the ring couldn't be bothered to remember your birthday.

You glance at your phone, 12 missed calls and 20 messages from Billy. Your stomach starts to burn with guilt. He's probably worried. Maybe you should tell him you're okay.

Before you can act on your intention, your phone lights up again. It's Karen.

"Hey Kar!" You say, adding fake enthusiasm into your voice.

"Hey there Y/N." Comes a deep masculine voice.

"Frank?" Your voice indicating your confusion.

"Yeah, listen, where are you? You have Billy going a little crazy here."

You hear Billy's voice in the background.

"No I'm not giving you the phone unless she says yes." You hear Frank's whispered response.

You sigh, hearing Frank's next words.

"Can Billy talk to you?"

"What do you think?" You ask genuinely curious of his opinion.

"I think if you say no I'll have a cryin Lieutenant on my hands."

You laugh, but freeze when you hear a scuffle happening on the other end.

You catch random snippets of the conversation.

"-talk to her!"

"She didn't say yes yet! Fuck off Russo!"

More scuffle and then a groan.

"Sorry 'bout that. You were sayin'?"

"I'm not mad." You say, "I just want some alone time I guess."

You take another sip of your drink.

"Is that a no?"

More background noises. Another pained groan.

You giggle.

"Okay! Okay! Stop hurting my husband. Put him on."

"Give him hell." Is all Frank says in response.

A short pause and it's Billy's voice.

"I am so so sorry baby."

"It's okay, I'm not mad." You say with a sigh.

"Can you come home? Or tell me where you are? Need to make this up to you."

"I'm at a bar... somewhere." You mutter, "But I'm not ready to come home yet. Give me an hour." You decide.

"You're drinking? Want me to come get you?"

You weigh your options, preferring a safe ride home than whatever dark path you would take instead.

"Sure," you say, "but I better not see you here before the hour."

"Okay. I'll come get you. I love you. I'm so sorry."

"I love you too." You respond, making sure he understands that you're not mad at him.

He hangs up, and you frown. You didn't tell him where you were.

#part 1 #mr&mrs russo #aaaaaa #ben barnes #billy russo #billy russo x reader #my writings #the punisher #billy russo smut #billy russo x female reader #requested

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Can I have Blitzo reacting to his S/O being jealous of his thing with Stolas because they're scared he's gonna leave them for Stolas.

Of course! I'm so glad I'm starting to get more requests as well as majority of them being for my comfort character! I was also going to decide on more of an angry type of angst but decided to go for more of an emotional one and I was also really end this in a comedic way too but oh well. Anyway, if this version isn't what you want I can always try and re-write it for you :)

Warnings ~ Angst, swearing, slight out of character Blitzø

Stupid ~ Blitzø x !GN! Reader

Even though you knew the deal between Stolas and Blitzø was strictly for business, the thought of your beloved boyfriend leaving you loomed over you like a massive rain cloud. Whenever the full moon had arrived, Blitzø would pull you into a hug and say how much he loves you and how, if he had the option, he would make these monthly "visits" come to an end to try and console you, yet it did no good. Stolas was a prince for crying out loud! He was wealthy, tall powerful, good looking, regal, well mannered and so much more! Yet here you were constantly thinking that you were worth no more than the broke demons living out on the streets of the shattered society of Hell.

During the nights when Blitzø was off fulfilling his side of the deal with the demon of the ars goetia, your insecurities would come flooding back and all you had to calm you down was a hoody that still had Blitzø's scent on and the yellow horse plush that sat on his bedside table.

~

"Ugh so fucking glad to be back," Blitzø muttered.

Knowing that you were asleep, he entered the apartment as quietly as possible. He put all of his belongings that he took to Stolas' on the sofa and tiptoed towards your shared bedroom. He saw that the door was slightly ajar but thought nothing of it and opened it up wide enough so he could slip. Once he did this and closed the door he noticed that his bedside lamp was on and that's when he saw your trembling state. You were lying on top of the covers on your side of the bed, in his grey hoody, clinging onto his beloved horse plush.

"(N/n), what's wrong?" the imp boss questioned. Startled, you jumped up from the bed and roughly wiped away the tears spilling from your eyes. "Blitzø? I-I thought you weren't coming back till t-tomorrow?" He jogged a small distance to get to you and abruptly wrapped his arms around you, "Are you okay? Why are you crying? Please don't cry...please."

Just as you thought the tears stopped flowing, you collapsed in his arms and a fresh batch of salty tears escaped and slid down your cheeks once more. "I-I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't be c-crying it's stupid you stuttered out."

"Please (N/n), just tell me what's wrong."

You both sat on the bed, facing one another and Blitzø waited patiently for you to explain what got you so upset.

"It's just, I feel that you care more about Stolas than me. You always have your attention turned on him, whenever he comes to visit, he always calls you a-and he has your un-divided attention. I-I know that the only way the business can continue is if we have the grimoire and the only way you can get it is by...doing it with Stolas....but I can't help but feel a little insecure. I mean he's a prince, he's wealthy...he's tall."

Blitzø could only chuckle at your worried state. He wrapped his arms tightly around you once more, "(Y/n) I would never leave you okay? Especially for that sick fuck. Like you said I'm only doing this for the company okay? If there was another way I could get my hands on that book believe me I would, but there isn't and Stolas decided to work out a trade that worked for both parties...I guess."

"Like I said, stupid." you replied.

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