#umm also something something about how all information is like open to questioning

[cruelsister-moved2]

not trying to be a plagiarism apologist but I feel like a lot of ppl don't recognise that they're plagiarising bc they don't understand why u cite sources and therefore don't get how to do it properly. and idk if the focus on "copying/stealing" is actually constructive bc their teachers taught them to rewrite stuff in their own words so they don't understand the point of synthesising information.

the point is if ur actually contributing smth new then u NEED sources to underline that you didn't just make up what ur saying on the fly - rather than it being undesirable to admit to any ideas you didn't just dream up all on your own. and the contribution might just be summarising the existing literature, or applying existing ideas to a new context. actually coming up with new theory is the culmination of a lifetime of work.

I don't think we necessarily do anyone favours by pretending it's super obvious and intuitive. it's something you learn by doing, by writing progressively more original work as you get comfortable. the idea that information "belongs" to individuals is not necessarily constructive in the long run. obviously it's not okay to pass other people's work off as your own but understanding sources as proof texts rather than artist credits helps you to understand how you should interact with them. it's interesting to me that a lot of these ppl flip solely between just reading an article to you with different syntax vs just 100%making shit up out of nowhere which kind of tells you they think original work means doing the latter and when they understandably fail to do that all or even most of the time they resort to plagiarism

#try being a girl in a niche field absolutely desperate for sources that even remotely apply to ur area #and if ur writing abt feminism try finding anything that came out after the 1980s when of course feminism Finished and was Complete. #umm also something something about how all information is like open to questioning #another reason u cite ur sources is so someone can go 'that doesn't seem right?' #and eventually track downthe same primary source and make their own conclusions about it #or yknow see that you cited Wikipedia and laugh at you #and that's beyond this scope but whether a source is acceptable also depends so much #on the context & what information ur using it to prove #which like the online lgbtq community really needs 2 come 2 grips w #cuz a source from 1970 tells u what someone believed in 1970.wbich is useful social history #but that doesn't make whayever they're saying like. inherently true

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 40]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

Chapter warning(s): Heavy chapter. Confrontation and verbal argument from parent, parent threatening to hit child. Overall just confrontation of y/n's childhood so please exerise caution when you read as it can potentially be triggering.

Small time skip...

After another successful dinner service, you stood outside the back door, taking in the fresh air and grounding yourself. The chaos of the kitchen was left behind, allowing you to have some peace and quiet on your own. But you were glad the restaurant was doing really well.

"(y/n)." The voice that called you made your eyes shoot open. You lifted your head and jumped to your feet.

"D-Dad..." You stuttered nervously. Suddenly, you didn't feel like you were on top anymore. You felt like the scared little girl at the mercy of your fierce father.

"H-How did you know where I was?" You asked with a gulp.

"Is that even a question? You're my daughter, of course I know where you work." His eyebrows furrowed.

"Right, sorry. Umm, why did you come here? You could have called me to let me know you were coming or I would have met you outside of work." You fiddled with the edge of your shirt.

"Are you that busy that you need me to inform you prior that I want to meet you?" He asked.

"It's a busy day. I don't have time to just talk." You sighed.

"I am here to discuss with you... all this. (y/n), you don't belong as someone's employee, a cook nonethless. You have the opportunity to take over my company, you have the skills to do so and yet, you choose to be stubborn and rebel against the career course that has been set for you since birth." He cut to the chase.

"Wow, dad. It's the first time you've ever admitted that I have the skills to do anything." You knew that wasn't the main point of his speech but you'd take any win you can.

"(y/n). Be serious. It's been almost a year since you've worked here and there's no progression." He frowned.

"Why do you want me to take over the company so badly? That's the dream you've had for me but it's not my dream." You asked.

"I'd rather have you take over than some random stranger." He crossed his arms.

"You just want me to take over because you would never ask my stepbrother to do it. And also so you won't be embarrassed to tell your friends I am a chef." You pointed out.

"It doesn't matter, (y/n). I've let this go on for long enough. Stop playing and for once, be serious about your future." He lectured.

"You always think that I just treat this like a game. Don't you see dad? This is my life, all the effort, blood and sweat I've poured into this. Would I do that if I wasn't serious? You just refuse to see it." You shook your head.

"I've given you every opportunity to be the best and you choose to work in a kitchen? That's an embarrassment." He scolded.

"I know you're embarrassed of me. You always have been and always will. I'm your flesh and blood. Yet, you'll always think my stepbrother is better than me." You laughed bitterly.

"Because he has real goals and aspirations. He wants to make something of himself." Your dad reasoned.

"Right because anything I do will never match up to him."

"If you do something actually worthy of recognition and praise, of course I will praise you. But so far, you have done nothing worthy of my time." He said.

"I've cooked under some of the best chefs in the world, served the best dishes at some of the most prestigious events. But that's nothing, right? It's not worthy and it never will be." You sighed.

"It's a waste of time and potential." You dad replied.

"Uh, Seonghwa hyung?" Yeosang came to the front where everyone was having drinks and enjoying the air conditioning after being in the stuffy kitchen the whole night. He tapped the older on the shoulder and pointed to the counter. Seonghwa frowned in confusion but moved to speak privately with Yeosang.

"What is it that it must be said in private?" Seonghwa asked.

"I-I was in the locker room and I heard (y/n) outside. She's speaking to someone... I think it's her dad... I didn't mean to eavesdrop but it sounds bad..." Yeosang gulped.

"What?! Her dad is here?" Seonghwa said a little too loudly from the shock. Yunho definitely heard it.

"Thanks, Yeosang." Seonghwa put his drink down and went to the kitchen.

"Yeosang, what's going on?" Yunho asked when Yunho came back.

"Umm, (y/n)'s dad is here... Out back..." Hearing those words come out of his friend's mouth, Yunho was on his feet immediately, rushing to the back door.

"I didn't raise you to be like this." Yunho heard your father scold, making Yunho pause.

"Raise me? How can you say that? Did you raise me at all, dad? When mom got sick, you didn't even visit her and you cast me aside. And when she died, you acted like I died along with her. It's like I became nothing to you..." Tears slipped down your cheeks.

"Your mother always coddled you too much. You needed to grow up and be independent." Your father said.

"How old was I?! I was a kid, dad! It's bad enough I had to watch my mother slowly die. But you abandoned me too! I was alone, I mourned her alone." You yelled in frustration.

"What did you do? Nothing! Oh right, you went out and got married. Brought two strangers into our home." You laughed bitterly.

"They're not strangers. You've been childish and treating them like outsiders from the start." Your father corrected sternly.

"Sorry, I forgot. They're your family. But they're not mine and they will never be. You threw me away so you could start life anew. But what about me?" You asked.

"You still had a roof over your head, food to eat. I hardly think your life was bad." He scoffed.

"Did you even notice that I didn't come home? That I was out there, getting into all sorts of shit, making friends with strangers. I nearly killed myself. If not for Seonghwa, I wouldn't be alive now. But even if I were dead, I guess you wouldn't care, right?" Your words made Yunho's heart clench with pain.

"Let me ask you, dad. Were you even sad that mom died? Did you even love her? Or did you just wait for her to die so you could go find someone new?" You asked in a low voice.

"Why you-"

"Mr (y/l/n)!" Seonghwa yelled out, pulling you behind him in an attempt to shield you and protect you.

"That's enough." Yunho's eyes burned with rage as he held your father's wrist mid air. No one was going to hurt you.

"Don't you dare hurt her. Not on my watch." Yunho glared, seeing how broken you were, barely holding yourself up in Seonghwa's embrace. Your father looked at Yunho in disbelief.

"And who are you? This is none of your business. This is between family, you shouldn't meddle." Your father snatched his wrist away from Yunho's grasp and looked him up and down. Yunho towered over him, making him more intimidating.

"I haven't heard you refer to me as family for YEARS." You sneered at your father.

"If you must know, I'm her boyfriend. Another person that shows her love, care and concern." Yunho growled.

"Wait, you're the owner of this place, aren't you? You're dating the owner? That is highly inappropriate." Your father found another reason to berate you.

"Inappropriate? Inappropriate is you coming here and harrassing her." Yunho glared.

"I'm her father." Your father said.

"And I chased after her to be my girlfriend. Not that it matters. I treasure her for who she is, not like you, forcing her to be someone that she's not." Yunho said.

"Yun, stop. Just... go... dad... There's no way we'll ever mend this relationship. It was gone the moment mom got sick. Let's not kid ourselves. Just go and forget that you've ever had a daughter, okay?" You said, tears just falling down your cheeks.

"I've tried so hard, for so long, to be the person you want me to be. But I'm tired. I can't keep doing this." You shook your head.

"I'll have to ask you to leave the premises right now. You're upsetting my girlfriend." Yunho frowned.

"Fine. Have it your way, (y/n). But when all else fails, don't come crawling back to me and regretting what you've done. Don't forget, you asked for this." Your father said and stormed off.

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's over." Seonghwa hugged you, pulling you to his chest.

"Hwa." You sobbed loudly, letting out wails of despair. It broke Yunho's heart. He wished he could have prevented this from happening.

"My love, it'll be alright." Yunho took over, supporting you in his arms and giving you the tightest hug. Seonghwa continued to rub your back to soothe you.

Seonghwa had wanted to step in the moment he heard your father was here and confronting you. But from the conversation, Seonghwa knew that you needed this. This was the conversation you had been dreading and so afraid of. Finally setting yourself free from your father and the pressure he has put on you.

"Let's get you home." Yunho kissed your forehead.

"Take her home. I'll grab all your things and see you there." Seonghwa said. Yunho nodded and fished out his keys, escorting you to the car and driving off.

"Is (y/n) okay?" San asked worriedly. Wooyoung and Jongho knew Seonghwa's expression said it all.

"She will be. Don't worry." Seonghwa forced a smile, patting San on the shoulder.

"Yunho took her home. I'm just going to grab his things and meet him back at (y/n)'s place." He explained. Mingi helped gather Yunho's things and handed it to Seonghwa to take.

"Have a good night everyone." They wished each other. Only Jongho and Wooyoung lingered behind.

"How bad was it, really?" Jongho asked.

"Bad... But she needed it. I'll tell you guys more tomorrow. Let me get back to her. I'll update you guys on how she's doing." Seonghwa promised, knowing the two were just as worried about you.

Wooyoung hugged Seonghwa before they parted ways. Seonghwa drove his own car while Jongho and Wooyoung rode together. The moment Seonghwa arrived at your place, he went to check on you and saw you fast asleep on Yunho's chest.

"Hey. She was exhausted and fell asleep right after her shower." Yunho said, coming out of the room quietly.

"Thanks. Tonight was a lot, she's probably gonna sleep for a while." Seonghwa rubbed his forehead, the frown on his face evident of the stress he was feeling.

"Hyung... Maybe you should stay tonight. You've been around here longer than I have-"

"Yunho. I've told you, you're here for her too. She needs you as much as she needs me now." Seonghwa patted his shoulder.

"But I feel hopeless because I don't know how to comfort her now. I'm scared I might make the situation worse." Yunho frowned slightly. Seonghwa sighed, falling onto the couch.

"Yeah, all of us weren't prepared for that." He spoke.

"She's told me a lot about her dad a few times and from then, I knew I hated that man, even if I've never met him. But after tonight, it's not even hate anymore. It's beyond that... I..." Yunho was speechless. There was too many emotions in his head that it was a mess, he didn't know what to do.

"I get it. I was like that too when I first saw the real him and how he spoke to (y/n). But hopefully for (y/n), that's the last we'll see of him." Seonghwa shrugged.

"She deserves better than that. I've never seen her so broken before." Yunho shook his head.

"Hey, she'll be okay. I know it's a lot. Unfortunately, I've seen her go through worse." The older comforted with a sad smile.

"I know what you told me, hyung. But after all that you've been through together, I think she really needs you now. And in a way, I think you need her too..." Yunho said honestly.

"She won't make it to work tomorrow. I'll call some people in to help in the kitchen." Seonghwa said.

"Of course. Thanks, hyung." Yunho gave a small smile.

"No problem. I've got to shower first." Seonghwa stood up and went to the bathroom in the guestroom to shower before going to be with you.

Yunho wasn't jealous, not one bit. In fact, he was glad that Seonghwa could be there for you to lean on because he was lost on how to comfort you. He needed to ground himself, collect his emotions. This wasn't about him, this was about you.

"Ah..." Yunho threw his head back as tears of relief, frustration, anger and sadness rolled down his cheeks. But he was quick to wipe them away with his hands.

"Hey, Yunho. Sleep on the bed, I'll take the floor." Seonghwa said, coming out of the guest room while drying his hair.

"Oh, hyung I can't-"

"Just do it. She has a floor futon so don't worry, you're not making me sleep on the cold hard ground." Seonghwa rolled his eyes playfully. Yunho stood up and nodded.

After setting up his futon, Seonghwa stood over your sleeping form. He lifted your hand to kiss the back of it.

"You did it, sweetheart." He whispered. Yunho climbed back into bed and lifted you slightly so he could slide his arm under you.

"It'll be okay. You'll be okay." Yunho whispered against the crown of your head, closing his eyes as he let the even sounds of your breathing lull him to sleep.

It was about 4 am when you shot up from bed. You breathed heavily, leaning your head on your arm tiredly. Glancing back, you saw Yunho fast asleep. And on the ground beside you, Seonghwa was also sleeping. Just the two of them being there calmed your heart down and brought you comfort.

"So it wasn't a dream..." You said to yourself softly. Everything that happened with your dad, happened.

Asking your dad to forget about you was the hardest thing you've ever had to do. Well, other than burying your mother after she died. Not that you relied on him now.

But it meant that you were letting go of your hope for him. Your hope of you and him reconciling, going back to the way things were.

"Hey..." Seonghwa called out to you softly from his futon. You turned your head but it was dark, you couldn't really see him.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?" You asked softly.

"No, you didn't. I've know you long enough to know that you wouldn't be able to sleep for long. Your brain is too active for you." He let out a soft chuckle.

"I feel exhausted. I wish I could turn my brain off, I don't know what I should be feeling now." You sighed.

"You don't have to feel anything, (y/n). You don't have to feel sad about it but at the same time, you don't have to feel liberated and relieved too. It's okay to just be numb after what happened." He reached out to hold your hand.

-

"Seonghwa hyung, maybe you should stay with her. We'll manage for the day." Yunho said as they two were grabbing their jackets to leave.

"Why don't you stay instead? The kitchen crew need me when our leader is down." Seonghwa suggested.

"Are you sure?" Yunho blinked.

"Yeah. Why not? Also, if she wakes up and finds out we gave her the day off, she loves you enough to not kill you. Maybe put you at the edge of death but not kill you." Seonghwa shrugged.

"That is... very reassuring." Yunho gulped. Whiskey let out a meow, nuzzling his body against Seonghwa's foot.

"How do you do it? Black cats just love you." Yunho chuckled.

"You just need to know how to care for them." Seonghwa laughed, getting the underlying meaning or joke behind Yunho's words. He bent down to stroke Whiskey's cheek with the back of his finger and the black cat just ate up all that attention, meowing loudly and licking Seonghwa's finger.

"If she doesn't kill you, let me know how she is. If she does... It was nice knowing you, Yunho." Seonghwa raised his eyebrows and grabbed his keys.

"You're more used to her abuse than I am. Maybe you should stay instead." Yunho said, trailing after him to the door.

"Doesn't mean I enjoy it..." The older pointed out, waving as he left the house.

"Maybe if I have you with me, your mom might inflict less violence on me." Yunho looked down at Whiskey, who blinked back at him and let out a yawn.

"Aww, Whiskey. That was mean. But let's get you some breakfast." He waved the cat over and prepared it's food.

"There." Yunho sat in front of Whiskey, watching him hungrily eat out of the bowl.

"Slow down. No one is going to take it away from you." He chuckled. Yunho hadn't noticed that you were awake, standing in the hallway quietly, watching him talk to Whiskey. It was like those videos of excited golden retrievers bothering their black cat sibling.

"Am I interrupting your bonding time?" You asked. Yunho's head shot to you and he smiled excitedly, stumbling on his feet as he made his way to you.

"Woah, slow down. Don't fall." You had a small smile as he wrapped his arms around you to hug you.

"Please don't kill me for giving you the day off." He mumbled.

"Is that really the first thing you're going to say to me? But you're lucky I'm too emotionally exhausted to be angry with you AND Hwa." You scoffed. Yunho pulled away slightly to look at you.

"I'm glad to hear that." He stroked your cheek, leaning down to plant his lips on yours.

"You should sleep more." He said.

"I don't have you or Hwa with me to lull me to sleep." You giggled. That's all he needed to hear before Yunho held your hand and led you back to bed. You laid your head on Yunho's chest as he stroked your head. Seonghwa was right, you could feel numb from last night and that's okay.

"I don't want to feel anything about last night. I just want to move on with my life like usual." You said honestly.

"Okay. Life as per normal." Yunho agreed. He wasn't going to force you to face your feelings or dig deep into the meaning and significance of what happened.

"Thank you, Yunho. Thank you for being there." You looked at him, tears in your eyes.

"Oh, my love. There's nothing to thank me for. No more tears, hmm?" He gently thumbed away the tears.

"I love you." You said, fingers playing with the ends of his fringe. Yunho was such a big part of your world now. Just like Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho were.

"I love you too." Yunho smiled, wrapping his arms around you to hold you tight. He was never going to let you go.

He couldn't protect you from the verbal abuse of your father last night from that point on, he'll continue to try his best to protect you and shield you from all the other negativities that will come your way. Never again does he want to see you crying and broken.

~

Series masterlist

#kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop series #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez series #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez yunho #yunho ateez #yunho #yunho scenarios #yunho series #yunho x reader #yunho x you #yunho x y/n #jeong yunho #jeong yunho scenarios #jeong yunho series #jeong yunho x reader

[jikjinz]

★﹐cause i'm like: yes & no ．﹗﹑

anonymous asked: I... I might need a Junkyu/Doyoung hard smut.... I can't get out of my Dokyu brain rot this is killing me😭 ESP WITH JUNKYU'S NEW BLONDE HAIR??? Anyways I love your writing I'm glad I found your account.

cw: k.doyoung x fem!reader x k.junkyu, smut, dom!junkyu, switch!doyoung, sub!reader; threesome, porn with little to no plot; (now bear with me) masturbation, handjob, blowjob (m!receiving); one (1) pussy slap; oral, fingering (f!receiving), hickeys, multiple orgasms, question about safe word & discussion about it mentioned; praise & pet names (princess, good girl, pretty one); double p-in-v penetration, creampie, mention of birth control pills; finger sucking; lmk if i missed something cuz for sure i did)

wc: too much (aka 2,450 in total)

note: i wrote it with my pussy and yall have to deal with it. also it's my first threesome i have ever written so go easy on me or smth; imma disappear for some more but leave nice asks about this piece, reblog it and comment how good it is (if is)

“what?”

okay, that’s not how you intended on spending the evening. you came to your friends’ apartment for some notebooks and what-not you left there last time, and now? it’s a mess.

this can’t be true. you just misheard it, imagined it, or it’s the unholy amount of caffeine kicking it. because there’s no fucking way you heard your friend moaning your name. right?

oh no. the door to doyoung’s room is slightly open, and the whimpers and moans definitely sound like him. but there’s just no way he’s jacking off to you! so you gather up your guts, knock a few times on the opened door and move them out of your way so you can bust in the room-

“you nasty little bitch.”

it sounds terrible; these words aren’t good for describing other people unless you want to disgrace them… and there you are, speaking like that, with a smile on your face, lust in your eyes, and a slowly growing wet patch in your lower underwear. you chuckle quietly, waiting for any reaction from doyoung.

“do you need any help?” trying to get something out of him, any sign that you can or cannot stay in the room, you try asking, and-

“uh-huh!”

“but i need to know what to do, little one,” you tease him, closing the door to his room, and going to his desk, by which he’s sitting. turning his chair so doyoung is facing you, one hand placed on the desk and your other hand reaches for the hem of doyoung’s boxers. “what do you want from me? what can i do to make you-”

“fuck me finally.”

taken aback by little, you smile brightly at this straightforward information. but that’s what you need, actually! now you know what to do, and… you’re more than happy to oblige.

you pull his boxers down enough so you can see, touch, and be surprised by the view. impressive length with a leaking tip that would make you gag for sure; that’s why you choose to use your hand. slowly, you take it in your palm; as you do it with extreme care, doyoung still jolts at the slight touch. you chuckle and give him a few slow strokes, smearing the precum all over it; you smile at his cute reactions, the way his lips part, the way he tries to maintain eye contact despite the blissful feeling. leaning in for a kiss, you can’t help but chuckle between the meetings of your lips. as you swallow all his moans, you stroke him for the last time, moving your thumbs across his tip; that’s what sends him through the edge. doyoung still thrusts into your hand, while you help him through the ecstatic feeling.

“umm-”

you turn around really fast, almost snapping your neck. you chuckle though, seeing your other friend and doyoung’s roommate, junkyu, standing at the entrance to the room.

“i- might need- help- as well.” junkyu mumbles out and laughs awkwardly, face flushed and breath uneven. since you were leaning a bit, you stand up properly again and look at both of your friends, stare switching from junkyu to doyoung.

“and what if i need help, too?” though you joke in a way, that’s actually a bit true; not only did you have soaked underwear already but the thought of taking both your friends, not in a fight, makes your head spin. laughing quietly to bring yourself to reality, you take a few steps back, to doyoung’s bed, where you plop. “i can help you both if you will help me. deal?”

both of them choke on air; junkyu almost passes out, weak in the knees, yet he still sprints in your direction. doyoung also throws himself on the bed, where you all talk first. the safe word and a few other things are being talked through, until everything is settled down; that’s when both junkyu and doyoung snap.

it looks like they are crazy beasts in human disguise, yet they still have some restraints. and it’s a nice turntables situation; the usually soft junkyu is now rough and dominant, while usually-tough and cocky doyoung is now a needy little bunny.

all of you practically rip and throw your shirts, pants, and everything you have on yourselves soon lands on the floor. both of your friends’ eyes spark with excitement, as they really wanted to do that from a long time. and seeing you getting desperate for them both is making them lose their minds.

“stay still, pretty one.” junkyu commands, as he’s laying you on the verge of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he kneels in front of your glistening entrance. then, he points at doyoung. “if you keep on sucking him off, without squirming around, you’ll get a reward, got it?”

“uh-huh.” the dreamy tone of yours has both junkyu and doyoung in a straight-up chokehold. it was really hard for them to believe that their usually tough and intimidating friend will be so putty in their hands, let alone you’ll be so fucking wet for them.

sex isn’t new to any of you, yet a sexual experience like that IS new to all of you three. so a lot of mistakes, bumping into one another, and whatnot other ‘fails’ happen. yet, the adrenaline and excitement of this happening is so big that none of you care about some mishaps.

after you finally set a comfortable position, you start to take care of doyoung. first, some gentle pumps, even though he’s already hard again. then, kitten licks and kisses all across his length that have him whimpering already. you can see him getting impatient but those nice sounds flowing from past his lips are like a banger to your ears.

but then you get a light smack. and this time it’s you who whines.

“suck him off finally, pretty one. or you won’t get the reward.” junkyu warns, hand flat on your pussy, massaging the slit that he just slapped. the desire in his eyes makes them so dark, and the demanding stare he gives you makes you mewl like a sad puppy. as he’s hurrying you with his stare, you give him last sad look and finally give in your all to suck the batshit from doyoung.

giving his dick one final and long lick from his shaft to the tip, you start to take him in your mouth. it’s weird, sucking him off from underneath; you’re laying on the bed, back on the sheets, and only legs hanging off from the side of it. as junkyu is between them, doyoung stands over your by the other side of the bed, making you see him upside-down. you’ve never done it like that but it seems exciting, so you get off to work almost immediately.

almost immediately doyoung loses his composure when you slowly take him all in your mouth.

piece by piece, but you manage to fit his impressive length, gagging only a little; taking your time, you relax a bit and manage to bob your head, dick in and out of your mouth, helping yourself with your hand. doyoung tries really hard to stay still, and you have to praise him for that; you do everything in your power to give him the best suck he can ever have and he ever had.

but then you moan, vibrating air causing doyoung to shiver in bliss. why?

because junkyu starts to eat you out.

slowly, he first licks across your slit to taste the slick seeping out of your pussy. he chuckles to himself at the taste, giving you a quick look before he devours you completely. his tongue lands on your clit, swirling around it like a pair of lovers dancing around the ballroom; his tongue, lustful yet calm and dedicated, dances with your clit that’s slowly losing the rhythm to get lost in the beautiful feeling of desire.

pleasure gets to your head soon, moaning even louder despite the dick stuffed in your mouth. as you move your head, your hand starts to feel sore; that’s when you only use your mouth and tongue, and holy shit, doyoung couldn’t be more than happy when your nose touched his balls.

“i’m- i’m gonna-!” he starts but doesn’t finish the sentence; rather, he finishes inside your mouth, spurts of white creamy liquid all over your tongue, mouth, and lips, when he takes his dick out of your warm mouth, splashing the remaining cum on your lower face and cleavage. doyoung pants, huffs, and tries to calm down from the hill of heavens you take him to; your comforting touch on his waist is not helping exactly how it should. “fuck it, princess- you’re- you’re so good, fuck-”

“good girl.” junkyu chuckles right into your pussy, where he’s still feasting. you try to muffle your moans by biting on your lips, but the pleasure is too much; you end up with lips parted, nose scrunched, eyes tightly shut, completely lost in the feeling of junkyu in your cunt. he’s still sucking on your clit, making out with your lower lips, as doyoung starts to suck on your nipples, leaving hickeys all around your chest.

“fu- fuck-!” you have nothing else on your mind than your body being toyed with, two men playing with you for you, and the circulating thoughts of the situation as of now is making you lose your shit as well. “fuck- fuck, make me- make me cum, please-”

“such a good girl-” junkyu says to himself, taking mental pictures and notes of you and things you’re capable of. though he’s not the one to disobey such a pretty princess, he’s taking his time with making you release. he quickly makes up his mind, sucking harsher and lapping faster, causing you to cum in seconds.

with one hand in junkyu’s hair, you unconsciously pull on his, riding your high on his face, with the other hand deep in doyoung’s hair, causing him to moan into your lips, as you make out with him for a few seconds. and they let you since the view of the mess you’re becoming is worth it.

panting heavily, you finally let go of their hair. all of you are smiling, still drunk on the pleasure. none of you is done yet; the fun has just begun.

“we have to prepare you, right?” junkyu coos, shifting places so now you’re laying on top of him, back flat on his chest, facing excited doyoung. junkyu keeps you in place, arms around your waist and chest, fingers playing with your sore nipples and going lower to your pussy. then, he looks at doyoung and nods, causing the younger one to get closer, you two.

“you’re pretty like that, you know?” doyoung starts, eyes fixed on you. he does not dare to look away, even though his finger is exploring the warm pussy of yours. a soft moan escapes past his lips when your gummy walls clench on him so deliciously.

you’re getting weak. not only in the knees, causing both of the men to keep you in place; your mind is giving up as well.

“look at you,” junkyu starts, a devilish smirk on his face you’d never expected to see. “already giving up, and it’s just the beginning… but you will take it, right? you’ll take it like a good girl-”

weak “yes, yes” and “uh-huh” are all you can form when doyoung pushes in the second finger, joined with junkyu’s one. your hips wiggle on their own, instinct kicking in. and when they thrust a few more times, you cum again, screaming both their names slurred together.

as they let you ride your high, you don’t register much already. only when their fingers disappear from inside you, you whine at the sudden empty feeling.

“shh, it’s okay, we got you,” junkyu shushes you with a few sloppy kisses, swallowing your mewls and other cute sounds. “light?”

“green.”

“good girl,” junkyu responds, almost combusting. with the last bits of self-control, he slides his length into your glistening entrance. as you gasp and then moan softly, he lets you adjust to his dick for a few seconds. first few thrusts are slow and deep; until doyoung is pushing his dick inside you as well.

you’re full. both their dicks feel so good inside your gummy walls that you go non-verbal for a short while. the splitting feeling in your lower stomach doesn’t burn for too long, and as you get used to the fullness, you start thrusting your hips as well.

“fuck, taking it- way better than- i imagined,” junkyu laughs, his hips thrusting deeply, at a steady pace. you don’t answer, mind without any single coherent thought; your brain can register only the feelings the two of your friends provide. all you can do is just mewl some mumbo-jumbo about how good it feels, which makes both doyoung and junkyu laugh. that’s when doyoung gains some self-confidence.

“already dumb? it didn’t take you- long, princess.” he says, though his confident words don’t really match with his erratic thrusts, fast ones, as he’s some bunny in heat. “fuck-! i’m gonna- i’m gonna-”

your pussy is sucking their dicks in too well. there’s no way in hell doyoung would pull out, not when your velvety insides are taking him even deeper. all hail the fact that you’re on the pill and he can cum inside you as much as he wants.

“fuck- fuck, so good for us- i’m gonna-” junkyu mumbles under his breath as well, placing his hand on your chin to turn your head towards him, yet you take him off-guard. you start to suck on his thumb.

“you’re so- hot when you do that, princess,” doyoung can’t hide his amusement and excitement. you look too beautiful, fucked dumb so much that you start to suck on thumb almost unconsciously, with eyes rolling back to see your brains, that are already fucked out of your head.

as junkyu cums inside you as well, you can’t take it anymore. screaming and crying at the overwhelming pleasure, you throw your head back, eyes closed, only hips still moving, in attempt to chase a much-wanted high. and when you do, you’re almost powerless.

“it’s okay. you did so well, pretty girl. you’re really a good girl, an amazing one…” both junkyu and doyoung keep to talk you through the aftermath, as you lay on top of junkyu, limbs heavy, without enough power to lift them up. you’re breathing heavily, trying to calm down and to come back to your senses. and when the reality kicks in, you can’t help but laugh sincerely, giddy at the thought you had a threesome with your favourite boys.

| MAIN-MLIST | TREASURE-MLIST |

taglist: @yedamies-blackswan ; @en-happiness ; @mashiluvs

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@ jikjinz / ness-iness, 2023 do NOT copy, translate or repost without permission !!

#fics: doyoung #fics: treasure #fics: junkyu #treasure smut #treasure kpop #junkyu smut #doyoung smut

[fayes-fics]

Party Favour

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Modern AU. Benedict gives you a first-time treat at a party.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, slightly dom/sub tones, fingering, gagging, squirting.

Word Count: 1.2k

Authors Note: No writing merit to be found here, just plain porn. Touch of humour. Unbetaed. You are correct, this isn't what I should be working on. Ah well. *insert shrug emoji of your choice here*

You are in a spare bedroom at Kate and Ant’s place during a house party. If they find you, they will probably kill you both. Doesn't seem to be enough of a deterrent, though, seeing as you've been making out for the last twenty minutes. And now his long, strangely elegant fingers are shoved down your jeans and, well, inside you. 

You feel the curve of his smile on your neck. “I want to know something you’re intrigued by but never experienced before,” he murmurs. “Because I want to give it to you right now, right here.”

“Ben, I don't know,” you demure.

“My fingers are literally inside you; why are you being shy?” he teases gently, kissing your clavicle. “I guess I’ll just have to ask questions to find out then, hmmm?”

“That works,” you exhale, your eyes still closed under his assault.

“Hmm, let me see. Have you ever tasted yourself?”

“Of course,” you admit, breath hitching as his knuckles catch on your walls. 

“Excellent. I assume you’ve had an orgasm by someone going down on you?” That question is served as his teeth graze the swell of your breast, peaking out of your top.

“Ben, please.” you disdain as if you’d be happy getting to your age without that happening.

He chuckles against your breastbone. “How about squirting? Have you ever done that?” He queries so nonchalantly.

You go quiet. You know your cheeks have gone red.

“I umm… no… I don’t think I can do that,” you say quietly. 

Not many have tried, to be fair, but those that have didn't seem able to make it work for you. You assumed it was to do with you, your body. There’s a rich chuckle, and the fingers inside you flex. 

He tilts his head up to look at you, and there is that dangerous crooked smile, his eyes dancing with something decadent and fiery.

“Oh yes, you fucking can,” he declares, staring you down. 

You've never heard anything hotter.

“Strip. Right now. No arguments,” he orders, removing his fingers from inside you and sucking them into his mouth with an obscene groan.

“Ben, I…” for some reason, you are faltering.

“Get. Naked. Now.” Each word is a sentence, and you are astonished by just how attractive you find him being bossy. Fucking hell, is it working for you. You do as best you can, wiggling on the mattress to remove your jeans and underwear. He doesn't argue when you leave on your top and bra. For some reason, a speck of modesty is helping with your slight sense of mortification.

He reaches over and grabs a towel from a pile on a nearby chair. “So convenient, Kate is such a hostess,” he chuckles casually, placing it between your legs. “Open wider,” he lectures, tapping your bare knee.

And you do, one heel sliding to the edge of the bed, the other brushing his ankle. You breathe uneasily, staring at the ceiling as he arranges the towel between your legs. You want this so much, but you also sort of want the ground to swallow you up right now. This is the first time your flirty dynamic has gone this far, yet, he’s so achingly informal about everything as if you are regular lovers with an established shorthand and months of shared intimate knowledge.

“This is very nice,” his compliment breezy as he runs his little finger over your trimmed patch of hair. Again, you find yourself lacking a response. What exactly should one say in response to praise of your pubic hair?

But there is no time to dwell on it as he smirks, plunging his fingers back into you.

“Now,” he begins quietly, “the secret to squirting is all about strength, hitting the right spot and treating this little pussy here like it’s not made of glass; it can take some intense treatment,” he tutors, so conversational, as two fingers slide heavily over your front wall and pause over a spot. 

“I think this might be it,” he smiles against your temple and curls his body around you, his socked feet encasing your ankle to hold you open. You can feel his cock hard on your hip through his jeans; it feels sizeable and delicious.

Suddenly those fingers massage the spot he identified, and a bloom of pleasure hits you. Your eyes go wide as you gasp out a loud ohhhhhh.

“Oh yes, that’s the spot,” he preens.

Then he is rocking with his whole arm, spearing hard onto that spot at such a fast pace. It’s like a rocket ship of sensation has looped you Into its orbit and is hurtling into space. All you can do is cling to his arm and whine his name; he just chuckles and keeps going. There is something hot and intense, like a pressure building up so blindingly fast. Nothing you or anyone else has done to you before is anything remotely like this. You gulp for air. 

“That’s it comes on,” he encourages, whispering into your hairline right above your ear, his tone at once both soothing and utterly filthy.

“Ben… I… fucking hell….” your words morph into a series of high pitch squeals, but he clamps his other hand over your mouth to muffle it, desperate to keep this secret from the other party guests.

You can’t fathom what is happening. Your whole core is pushing. Your clit burns so much to be touched, but he doesn’t.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he cries, “you’re close now; I can feel it. Look at me,” he orders.

And you do. Squirming against his fingers, gusting hot breaths into the palm that is gagging your noises, feeling something tidal about to hit you, his eyes burn into yours. 

“What do you want?” he demands, releasing the hand that gags you temporarily, sensing you have words bubbling inside you.

“I want you to fuck me,” you confess, panting.

“Happily,” he growls, and then the hand is back over your mouth and he redoubles his efforts.

And suddenly, something inside you gives way. You scream loudly as a tide of pressure releases; it's not the same as a regular orgasm, but it's intense. Eyes fluttering closed, you feel his hip holding your pelvis onto the bed as you cry and convulse. You can hear him praising you, but it’s distant, as if through cotton wool.

After a few moments, his hand releases your mouth, and you pant hard, opening your eyes as he kisses your cheek.

“My good girl,” he gusts, “you made a beautiful mess.”

The possessive language would usually make you wince, but something reverential in his tone just makes it blisteringly hot. Or maybe just because it’s him.

“Ben, what the fuck….” you shake your head slowly as if disbelieving what he has just done to you. And so quickly too.

“I told you you could squirt,” he smiles affectionately. 

You look down and are shocked by what you can see. His forearm is drenched, and so is the towel beneath it—a large pool of darker stain.

“Oh my god?!” You can barely believe your eyes.

“That was something special, wasn’t it?” 

He smiles as he wipes down his arm and softly cleanses your legs before scrunching up and throwing the towel across the room.

“Now I do believe you said something about fucking,” he smirks, already unbuttoning his jeans.

Kate and Anthony are definitely going to kill you. And yet, as he climbs over you, you just can’t muster the energy to give one single damn about that.

A/N: I'm not tagging this, it's not worthy lol. Knowing me I might delete it in the morning.

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[thecherrytarot]

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

pile 1 → pile 2 → pile 3

Pick the photo you feel the most drawn to and please remember that this is a general reading so take what resonates!!

the messages that i got weren't exactly "dark" dark but they are something that you need to work on.

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏:

𝐗𝐗𝐈. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

You may be someone who is way too comfortable in your comfort zone. You may like to stay in your own little space, it's not only because of the 'fear of the unkown' but also because many of you might be simply put, lazy. You may take forever to finish the projects that you have started. Whenever someone confronts you about it, you have excuses ready. Don't get me wrong, it's not like you don't completely want to avoid it, you want to fulfil a big goal and complete that project, but you’re not taking all the steps necessary to get there. You may go for the quick and easy path to achieve it, but it won't lead to the outcome that you wanted and feel demotivated. You feel like you don't have any motivation to do it or think that these things are not worth the effort. lf you are studying for an exam you might say "umm do i REALLY need this degree/job?!" or things like that. Sometimes you may be so close to finishing your project but for some reason you lose focus and slack off. You may act like a 'know it all' but majority of the information you have is incorrect or just wrong. like for example you know those people who believe in the 'psychology' facts that they see on tiktok/reels which are obviously are false and the person who made it didn't even bother to check those facts? similar to them (for many of you this also might be your "source of information"). Some of you are still emotionally attached to a past relationship and want to move on but find it hard to accept. You may feel like something or someone is blocking your energy and the possibility of you being that something or someone is really high.

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐:

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

Many of you might have a saviour complex. You might meet someone who is 'broken' or has issues with the things in their and you might think that you can fix them and change them for the better. Knowingly/unknowingly you might be attracted to people who are like this (especially those who have issues with the mother figure of their life) and try to take care of them to feel special (?) like "oh xyz doesn't talk that much with others but they are so talkative when they are with ME" kinda vibes. I feel like when it is your turn to open up, you are very subtle about it and keep it short. You don't like to open up that much but expect others to open to you and depend on you. (Like here no matter how hard i try keep getting message about the other party and very little about you) While this doesn't sound so bad, you might suffocate the other person with all the smothering. You may often mistake your possessiveness or jealousy with care and protectiveness. However this isn't exactly a bad thing it just depends on context and intentions of both the parties.

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑:

𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬

TW : mentions of mental illness, alcoholism, insomnia and anxiety.

It was so hard for me to even say the question while shuffling the cards like i could feel the intense energy of this pile. I had to stop and mediate before continuing and when i got this card things made sense.You may be a patient of mental illness (especially maladaptive daydreaming) or may show some symptoms of it. The card that i got signifies having unhealthy coping mechanisms like alcohol addiction etc. For some of you, your coping mechanism might be being obsessed with celebrities/fictional characters. You may suffer from insomnia due to overthinking, anxiety or having a loud mind.You may not like your surroundings and avoid your reality by imagining the one you created in your head (maladaptive daydreaming) Night time might be your favorite time because thats when you feel like you can really be yourself. You may have gone through may emotional ups and downs and may hold grudges against people. You may not realize it but the 'bitterness' inside you has turned or is turning into poison and it's slowly killing you. You may have had some terrible experiences that caused mental distress, and instead of dealing with them you push them down deep into your subconscious. When you do feel those emotions resurfacing you do certain things to distract yourself from the pain like for example alcohol consumption to the numb it.You feel like there are dark clouds blocking your sunshine. These 'dark clouds' might be your paranoia which is blocking your 'sunshine' due to past experiences.

thank you so much for reading this!!!

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[weridpersonhelp]

Red Phone [6]

Previous - Next?

master list!

warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writer, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? , x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

“Safa you’re not going to believe what I’m going to tell you!”

“Okay but first I need to share what a found on that welcome home show! It turns out there is a website on it! It has the neighbours and everything, in fact they have a mission of finding all lost information on the show! It was started in 1969 and ended in 1974. The company says it’s because they ran out of money but there could have been a different reason, I mean it was doing extremely well, and people from all different ages loved it even parents. I’ll send you the link, anyway what was it that you wanted to tell me?” by the time she was done I had run upstairs to my room and shut the door slowly making sure it didn’t creek.

“Huh? Oh! Well, there was this weird phone that kept ringing in my grandma’s remember and how grandma acted weird about it?”

“yeah girl! Who was it? And old friend of your dead grandpa?! A mysterious man wanting to talk to you grandma? A murderer?!?!?!” Safa asks in excitement.

“umm, not exactly maybe the last one. But I picked up the phone last night and answered-“ Safa gasps dramatically, while she processes what happened. While she does that I open out texts and type in the link she sent me.

“No fucking way, who was it?”

“his name is Wally, and he was looking to speak to my grandpa. I explained how he passed he shocked, then explained he wanted to ask him something, I don’t know what. But then went to ask if my grandma was their but I said she was busy. Knowing if I told her I picked up she would of killed me, literally. He asked who I was I said only my name. but he seemed like a nice guy, he plays piano and paints, also he’s in a different time zone then us!” I explain to her, though I know safa is going to be a bit of a worry wort about it. But that’s one of the things I love about her, how she was so caring and worried about me. If I was being honest she showed me more care then my mother has ever done in a life time.

“Y/n this man could be 30! Hell, if he knew your grandpa then be in his late 40’s or just getting into his 50’s!” Safa says as I spin around in the wheely chair.

“it’s not like we where flirting, he was just very easy to talk too!, he’s going to call tonight again!”

Y/N! This is not a good idea!” “

“oh, come on Safa, it’s not like he knows where I am. If he did he would of come here a while ago and talked to my grandma instead of calling all the time.” “Y/n this could be an old man, this isn’t safe in the slightest. I know I can’t stop you but promise me you’ll be careful? Try not to share too much information about yourself and ask as many questions as you can. Example how old he is!” Safa scolds me.

“He’s homeowner age! Plus where 18 we can date older guys now.”

“Yeah but not too old, we don’t want to be a sugar baby already! anyway have you checked out the website?”

“What’s wrong with being a sugar baby but any ways. Yeah, it’s very well done, I haven’t watched all the episode yet but it seems like they have done pretty well.  Who’s your favourite neighbour?”

“Eddie’s cute but Howdy is so hot-“ “SAFA HE’S A CATERPILLAR!”

“SO?!?! THEIR PUPPETS! IT’S NOT LIKE THEY ARE REAL AND WE COULD MARRY THEM OR SOMETHING!” I shake my head at my friend choice in men, or puppets? caterpillars?

“You have interesting taste my guy-““Says you! Your taste in guys is not better than mine!” Safa says trying to defend herself, I roll my eyes at my friend though she can’t see them I know she knows.

“I like men who are tall! Human- ““What about Neteyam-“ “Do not bring the boys into this.”

Safa cracks up laughing, knowing very well we have similar taste in guys. After she was done laughing, I closed the website before adding it to my favrioutes.

“Anyway, again with the old man- ““we don’t know if he’s actually an old man yet!”

“Still, ask him for his actual number maybe? Just remember to be safe, I don’t trust him.”

“You’ve never met him! And I’ve barely even met this guy, he’s calling me to night okay. Don’t worry.”

“DINNER TIME” Mum screams from the kitchen...

“Oh sorry Safa, dinner time.”

“Your fine girlie, remember to ask this guy’s age! And his experiences to know his-“I cut my friend off done with talking about the person who called me last night. I turn off my computer and head downstairs, to a well cooked and delicious meal!

{hi everyone the results are in, and it seems everyone want them to some to life! but i forgot to add a thrid opption where I combined them but meh-

anyways this is where the story will be going, I hope thoese who's option was not picked still continue reading! and thank you for the support i have reviced!

if any of you have sugestion please comment or if you just wanna say hi! Thank again for reading and have a lovely evening.} Tag: @quittingfortgebetter @egg1sblog @ice-cream-writes-stuff @thealreadyunsteadyteddynewpaper @narucore

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[bloodyknucklesforme]

Can You Keep A Secret? | Ghost and Nina

Simon was good at keeping secrets. He had no issue being Nina's confidant. He also knew that it would eat her away if she didn't tell Johnny.

TW: heavy angst, miscarriage, hurt/comfort

"pickup pickup pickup," Nina muttered anxiously, looking around outside the clinic.

"Nina?" Simon's voice always sounded so urgent yet calm.

"Hi."

"Hi..?"

"Umm... I need to ask for a favor if you're not busy." She

"What's wrong?" He wanted more information. He'd say yes but not without question.

"I need a ride home." She could take the tube, she just didn't want to be alone.

"Where are you?"

"I'll text you the address."

"I'm half way across town. It'll be awhile."

"That's okay."

It was getting dark when he pulled up in his near ancient land rover.

"Thought price picked you up from appointments when Johnny's out of town." He said, waiting for her to put on her seatbelt before pulling out.

"Wasn't planned."

He glanced at her. She flattened out her skirt, not wanting to meet his eye. She didn't look well. Her eyes were still puffy, cheeks looking redder due to the pallor of the rest of her face. Her nails were bitten down and her cuticles destroyed.

"Nina, is everything okay?" He had a habit of asking questions he already knew the answer to. It was his way of being soft, she guessed. Letting her open up on her terms. "Did something happen?"

He was her friend, she had to remind herself. She might not know him very well but he was here. He'd eaten at her table, slept on her couch, taught her how to play go and how to throw knives. She'd seen his face. She could tell him.

"You can't tell Johnny."

"Nina...what's happened?" He had a look of action. He would kill for her. He was ready to do whatever it took to make her feel safe.

"I uhh...I..." She hated how her words failed her, dying in her mouth. Her body was a morgue. Foolish to think she could sustain life. She gagged on her next words. "They said I had a miscarriage."

He pulled over, parking the car illegally on the side of the street.

"C'mere, dove." He unbuckled to reach across the console for her. She let out a deep chested sob as he hugged her. The one that had been building since she the doctor came in and told her only an hour prior.

She'd never considered motherhood. They weren't trying for a baby. She only took the test because she was late by a week. That was less than a month ago. Now it was gone.

'It was very early and from our tests it was a complete miscarriage which means that you have passed any and all pregnancy tissue. Miscarriages are common but you are also high risk. I would suggest talking to your OB-GYN before trying again.'

She didn't know what to say, she just nodded until he left. She didn't know she was high risk.

"I'm sorry, love." Simon rubbed her back. She missed Johnny. He wouldn't be back for another week or so. She wanted him. She wanted him to hold her hand and rub her knee and kiss her cheeks. "Let's get you home."

Simon kept a hand on her chair the rest of the drive back. He wasn't the best at comfort but he wouldn't dote or obsess over her like Price would.

"Were you and Johnny trying?"

"No. It was an accident."

"Did you tell him that you were pregnant?"

"No, I wanted it to be a surprise." She knew he'd be ecstatic. He'd mentioned wanting kids, plural. He was Catholic after all. Little MacTavishes running around some nice house in Scotland.

"Are you...were you ready?" He asked. That was the important question she didn't have an answer to. She wasn't shocked by the news from the doctor, her body was still healing from years of malnutrition and make do remedies. Her chest still sometimes ached from when Simon broke her ribs almost a year ago.

She still felt so much like a child herself. She liked stuffed animals and frilly pink things and cartoons and hot chocolate. She had nightmares about monsters chasing her. She still missed her own mum.

"I don't know. I just.." she sighed, biting back more tears. "I feel like I always take from him. take his money and his time and his space and his love and everything just all fucking time. I can't give him anything. He wants kids. I want to give him that. I need to give him something."

Simon squeezed her shoulder. He was a good listener. She could bury all her secrets with him. He didn't judge at least not that he showed.

"You should tell him still. He'd want to know." He said finally. "He's always worried about you."

He did know what to say sometimes. Give her the extra nudge or reminder that Johnny loved her even when her brain told her otherwise.

He was also a good escort. Walked her all the up to the flat. He'd stay as long as she needed.

His chest against her back didn't stop her heart from dropping when she saw Johnny's boots and heard the shower going.

He shut the door behind them, louder than it needed to be.

"You don't have anything to be afraid of. I'll stay if you want." He rubbed her arm.

"Neen!" Johnny called. There was a click as the bathroom door opened. "Thought I'd suprise ya, got to come home early. Thought we could celeb-jesus! Hey, Lt."

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, thankfully. Simon raised an eyebrow and looked down towards Nina.

"You can go. I'll be okay. Thank you." She hugged him and he responded in his own Simon way by patting her back and nodding towards Johnny before leaving.

''I was wondering why you weren't home," He kissed her cheek. He frowned as he saw her face close up. "Something wrong, Neen?"

"I need to tell you something."

"Anything," he cupped her face and took one of her hands in his.

It was easier telling him. He was a good listener too.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here." He kissed her forehead. He had carried her to their bedroom, helped her change into one of his shirts, tucked her into bed, put on pants and climbed in next to her. "I would have gone with you. You shouldn't have been alone."

He pulled her into his chest, letting her cry it all out. He was sad too, she could see how it weighed in his eyes. He didn't get any of the excietment she did, only the grief.

"I just wanted to give you something," she murmured.

"You don't have to give me anything. You're all I want, Neen. I don't want anything that you don't want. I'd never have you go through that just for me." He kissed the top of her head. "I love you now and I'll love you tomorrow and the day after and next week and next month and next year. You don't have to do anything to get that."

She could feel his tears hit her scalp. She held him tighter.

#I can make fun of catholics having a lot of kids because I am one #ghost x nina #soap x nina

[lost-jams]

Brushes And Beats chapter 16

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

"Hi Yoongi"

Nervousness filled my gut as I stood outside his house, I could totally see the confusion in Yoongi's eyes when he opened the door and found me standing there, nerves turning my voice into a barely audible whisper

“Hey,” he says, treading carefully. His voice is different. It's much more grown now, lacking the usual sharpness and indifference that marked his character. He surveys me for a moment before a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips."Long time no see," he says as if trying to break the ice. With a deep breath, I mustered up the courage to look him in the eye and reply, "Yeah, it's been a while. How have you been?"

"Why don't you come inside?" he offers gesturing towards his living room. I lose his gaze as my eyes travel around the room. I take in his home. A home I never expected to see him in. We both stand in silence for a whole minute.

“It’s good to see you,” I tell him. Our voices are weak and timid. It’s weird, seeing someone for the first time under different circumstances from when you parted.

But as awkward as it was, there was also something strangely comforting about being in his presence again. It's funny how life takes unexpected turns sometimes, isn't it? As I sat on his couch, taking in the familiar surroundings and the scent of his cologne lingering in the air, memories flooded back to me. My eyes found his collection of Vinyle records sitting carefully on the shelf nearby, a testament to the passion he has for music, beside it there was a photo frame,

He is married

Surprisingly the information didn't sting at all, I felt happy for him, "Sorry for intruding like this, I-" I trailed off, unsure of how to continue. Yoongi interrupts with a gentle smile "No need to apologize" He establishes a sense of ease and comfort in the room as he brought a glass of water for me and sat across me. "Where is umm?" realizing my question he replied "OH Julianne is at her mom's house...yeah"

"Yoongi I...I don't know how to say this, I need to get something off my chest I-" I took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes "Why did you do it?"

"Why did you cheat on me?"

Yoongi's expression changes, his smile fading as he sighs and looks down for a bit Yoongi's expression shifts from surprise to remorse as he takes a moment to collect his thoughts. With a heavy sigh and a pained look in his eyes, Yoongi leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I never wanted to hurt you," he says softly, his words laced with regret. "I know what I did was wrong, and there are no excuses for my actions," Yoongi continues. "But Y/n do you remember how you were with me?" he asks, his voice filled with vulnerability.

"I do" I replied as I lowered my gaze, memories of our tumultuous relationship resurfacing. I remember the fights, the late-night arguments, and the constant feeling of insecurity that lingered between us. It was a toxic cycle that seemed impossible to break free from,

"You always made me feel like I wasn't enough," Yoongi confesses quietly. "I know that doesn't justify what I did, but I want you to understand that it wasn't just about you or our relationship." Yoongi's response took me by surprise and I felt anger and confusion bubbling inside of me

"What? What do you mean it wasn't just about me or our relationship?" Yoongi's gaze meets mine, and he takes a deep breath before speaking. "It was about me too" he continues "It takes two to tango, and just as I was toxic for you in the relationship, you were toxic for me as well." his tone rises as he tries to convey his feelings "Did you never realized that I was struggling too? No right? Because you never cared what the other person was feeling, the only thing that mattered to you was you" my heart pounded with fury as I spoke "What about you then? Did you ever consider what I was going through during those difficult times?" Tears welled up in my eyes as I fought to keep my composure. "You were so selfish with your actions and words that it made it impossible for me to see beyond my pain, and because of this nature of yours LOOk what has become of us now?" he stood up from his sit and began pacing back and forth replying

"Because of me?! It was you who always played the victim card! and it was also you who was hellbound on coming to Seoul, I left my house my city EVERYTHING AND CAME HERE WITH YOU"

"If in my place it was you who got the offers from entertainment companies I would have come with you too! Normal couples support each other in their dreams!" I got up from my sit as well.

"Support?! What support are you talking about?! I left my life back there and came here with you!!! How much more support do you want?!"

Our voices grew louder with emotions running high

"There are also duties you need to fulfill Yoongi, and even then when you used to remind me of you leaving everything behind for me, did you not think of how it made me feel?" I could see the flicker of hurt in his eyes " Whenever something good happened in my career I always wanted you to be the first to know and celebrate with you" taking a deep breath " But I never could because you were never happy for me. It was like instead of feeling happy I felt guilty for achieving something"

"Shut up Y/n, dont speak nonsense"

"IT'S THE TRUTH...did you ever tell me the Y/n I am proud of you? these are the type of word you say to one another you love!" our argument began to escalate with each word that was exchanged

"You knew that I was suffocating here in Seoul Did you do anything? DID YOU?! The only thing you cared about was your career and your own success" My heart sank as I watched his face turn red.

"Was I only earning for myself?! HUH?! I WAS EARNING FOR BOTH OF US! For our future I always tried to make time, on our fourth anniversary I ASKED YOU TO MARRY ME BUT YOU TURNED ME DOWN" I yelled and pushed him back

"YES, I TURNED YOU DOWN because I wasn't ready and I didn't want to run the house with your money!"

"There you go again with your male ego!"

"WHAT MALE EGO Y/n?! If I wanted to earn enough money to provide for you HOW WAS THAT MALE EGO?! Every man in this world wants to provide for his family! WAS IT WRONG FOR ME TO WANT IT AS WELL?!"

"So was it my fault that you couldn't earn success?!"

He started to point at me, with anger and frustration in his voice

"This thing that you are doing right now always made me realize I was such a failure. You never left a chance to make me feel small and show that you were always better than me!"

"Yes, you are a failure! and so am I! Look at us Yoongi, I failed as a girlfriend you failed as a boyfriend Now we both are failing to maintain peace EVEN AFTER TWO YEARS OF NOT SEEING EACH OTHER"

Silence hung heavy as our words pierced the air and lingered between us, we both sat back down with tears streaming down our faces as the weight of our past mistakes and unresolved emotions hit us like a tidal wave. After a few moments of quiet reflection and tearful self-realization, we both took a deep breath and looked at each other with a newfound understanding in our eyes.

"I am sorry Y/n"

"I'm sorry too Yoongi," I whispered as I wiped off a stray tear, "I never meant to make you feel like a failure" Yoongi's expression softened as he reached out to take my hand and gently squeezed it as a gesture of forgiveness and reconciliation, reaffirming our bond.

I began to comprehend the depth of our past issues. The piercing words and strong emotions unloaded a new perspective - the silent suffering Yoongi endured in our relationship, and the painful truth: I was part of the cause. All the while I had been viewing our past through my lens of pain, blissfully ignorant of the damage my behavior had been causing.

Yoongi's confession about feeling inadequate hit me like a slap. I never meant to make him feel that way, but I did. I realized that both of us contributed to the toxicity of our relationship, it wasn't just him or his wrong-doings. My insecurities and ambitions had, unfortunately, overshadowed his feelings.

It was a punch in the gut to discover how lonely and suffocated he felt in Seoul - a city that represented a dream for me but was a nightmare for him. The fact that he felt lost while I was too engrossed in my own success was a bitter pill to swallow.

This confrontation was a turning point. It dawned on me that true love is built on mutual respect, understanding, and support. It had never been a competition; it was supposed to be a partnership where we would be each other's cheerleaders.

Gaining this understanding, although late, made me realize that acknowledging one's mistakes is the first step towards healing. Even if we couldn't fix our relationship, we could at least seek closure and grow individually from this experience.

"I'll drop you home." Yoongi offered, his voice laced with sincerity and genuine concern. I nodded walking towards his car.

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What a night it had been

I feel so tired but also strangely exhilarated, it's like I finally found peace within myself. Lying on my bed, reflecting on the events of the evening, I could help but feel relief washing over me like a gentle breeze on a warm summer night.

As the moonlight crept into my room, casting a soft glow around, my mind started traveling to the gentle soul who had unwittingly captured my heart - Park Jimin. The mere thought of him ignited a feeling within me that was both terrifying, yet thrilling. My heart beat faster, creating a symphony that only resonated - Jimin.

There was a warmth in my chest whenever I thought of him. His face, painted with a smile that could rival the sun, his laughter that sounded more melodious than the most beautiful symphony, he became my source of joy.

But, with these feelings came a pang of emotion I was less familiar with - jealousy. The sight of him escorting his gorgeous date today was etched into my memory. My heart clenched as I saw how his eyes glistened with admiration when he looked at her. Yet, I couldn't ignore it - deep down it hurt, as though someone was twisting a knife directly into my heart.

Despite the unease, I would find myself helplessly pulled towards him like a moth to flame, whenever he was around. The sound of his voice calling my name, his gentle touch when he'd brush a strand of hair from my face, or simply his presence nearby, would spread an overwhelming sense of completeness within me.

Every time he was around me - his warmth, his scent and his closeness, they breathed love into my world, making me yearn for something more than just friendship. Tonight, laying here, soaking in the solitude, I couldn't help but envelop myself with thoughts of him.

I felt enveloped by a sense of peace and happiness - a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time.

I buried these feelings deep inside my heart, tucking them safely away, waiting for the right moment to confess. 'Soon,' I promised myself, cocooned in the warmth of my feelings for him, my mind painting pictures of happier times that I hoped lay not too far in our future.

to be continued...

chapter 15

#jimin ff #jimin x reader #jimin bts #idol au #enemies to lovers #fluff #makeup aritist x idol #jimin x y/n #jimin x you #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts ff #bts fluff #bts #kpop #bts one shot #jimin #park jimin #bts jimn #jimin fluff #jimin fanfic #pjm #lostjams

[cyborg-franky]

Hi Franky! How are you? How is your day going? I am sending many chill and comforting vibes your way. So umm I wanted to ask if you are comfortable writing for a muslim reader? To clarify a muslim is someone who practices Islam? And a muslim reader who wears a hijab (headscarf)? Also rant incoming sorry. Because there are no, if any at all, fics or content for muslim specific readers and yes I know it’s very specific and I can get as to why nobody writes for that category but it’s one of those things where when I do find content like that I’m like “OH MY GOD CONTENT RELATED TO ME SPECIFICALLY ARE YOU SERIOUS YESSSSSS” like anyone else would react with chubby reader or short ready or adhd reader etc you know? It’s just something special to me whenever I find fics that I specifically myself can relate to you know? I mean this isn’t uncommon but like idk it’s different because it’s so underrepresented. Anyways, sorry for that ramble you can ignore this if you want. I hope you have a good day!! *sends many virtual hugs*

So, I've asked many people for help on this, some wonderful people reached out on both anon and DMs and I have ran this piece by them for the check and it passed. HUGE thank you to the following amazing and helpful people who checked for me, imparted information about the culture and basically held my hand through this.

@hi-mimosa @jin-supremacy01 and @mikuisasmash

Disclaimer: I am a white little dude, but I tried my best for this piece, I did some reading, talked to people above and I mean full respect and hope you can enjoy this piece. I also have been told this doesn't fit strict rules of dating.

I picked three characters but I would be willing to do more in the future.

Someone even sent me tag suggestions and I hope they are all good. I hope I didn't offend anyone and anon I hope this was the sort of thing you wanted and were hoping for.

Ace

It might take him a minute to understand certain traditions and rules but he listens and asks questions.

He knows to keep things simple, not to go too fast, offers you his hand, and doesn’t make a move until you take it.

He bought you a bright orange hijab, it matched his hat and he was very excited to give it to you.

His smile is bright as you look the hijab over and feel warmth, he wanted to match and that was so sweet to you.

He gets up, letting you have privacy to change, he leans down and kisses your forehead.

You look at yourself in the mirror as you gently collect up all your hair, putting it away in the gifted hijab, and smile wide when you admire it in the reflection.

The fabric is soft and feels nice on your skin, it also smells like him, like cinnamon and firewood.

Something to always remind you of him when he’s away.

He comes back, a knock on the door which you tell him he can open.

“Wow, it looks really nice on you, it compliments your eyes.” Ace says with a hum and sits down next to you.

He offers you his upturned palm and you place your hand in his.

“Thank you, Ace.”

Marco and Sabo undercut!

Marco

He’s watching you sit there reading, a look of concentration on your face as you look over words, absorbing the story.

You huff when a strand of hair slips out from your hijab.

It was always the same rebellious lock that always insisted on peeking out.

You heard Marco chuckle and glanced up, seeing him open his drawer, grab something and walk over.

“I almost forgot I got this on my list trip for you.” He said with a hum and knelt down, he unwrapped a beautiful blue and gold pin.

You took a breath as he carefully tucked your hair back, using the ornate pin to slide your hijab into place.

He sat back on his haunches and admired how you looked.

Marco places a finger under your chin, carefully, admiring your eyes and how your lips curled into a smile.

Touched by such a gentle gesture you mumbled a shy thank you as he moved away, a hand resting on your shoulder, a firm squeeze of affection.

Sabo

He knows there are a lot of rules you have to follow and he never makes it hard for you, he does his best to understand and be a good partner.

And you love him for it.

He always offers you his arm, and you are often happy to take it. You rather hold hands when it’s just you and him.

You walk along with him, across the shore and the wind picks up, there's a nasty gust that pulls at your hijab and he quickly blocks the wind as best as he can.

Despite how panicked the situation is, how the rush of wind takes you both by surprise.

He’s so gentle with how he grasps the fabric, helping you keep it secured.

Sabo makes sure your modesty isn't compromised as you adjust and let out a sigh.

“Thank you,” you say with a sigh and he smiles at you.

“Anytime,”

#sabo x reader insert #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #marco the phoenix #one piece x you #sfw #marco x reader #marco the phoenix x reader #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace #marco x you #op marco x reader #marco x y/n #sabo x reader #sabo one piece x reader #sabo x you #sabo x y/n #ace x y/n #ace x reader #ace x you #one piece x muslim reader #hijabi x one piece #muslim hijabi x one piece #I sure hope I did this correct

[officialralsei]

[…]

..I ALSO NOTICED THAT YOUR FOURTH FINGER TO THUMB CROSSOVER. SOUNDED A BIT UNEVEN. THIS IS GENERALLY A MATTER OF PHYSICAL TECHNIQUE. ENSURE THAT YOU MAINTAIN RELAXATION IN YOUR PALM. AND LEAD WITH YOUR THUMB. RATHER THAN YOUR WRIST. 

Oh, um, does this sound a little better?

LET ME LISTEN.

…

…YES, THAT IS MUCH SMOOTHER. WELL DONE.

YOU ARE IMPROVING VERY QUICKLY, RALSEI. I AM IMPRESSED. DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS. BEFORE WE CONCLUDE THE SESSION?

Umm… not really! I'm glad you think I'm learning really fast. I've been trying my best, haha!

So, um… I've been thinking. It's strange that the mediums people perceive me with over this connection seem to differ sometimes, isn't it? You can hear my voice and what I'm doing, even if I'm typing instead of speaking. The PLAYERs only see text. Tenna told me in TVLand that she can see me as if I'm on a TV screen when I answer her questions. And the way things were described over the text the PLAYERs can view changed when I was in TVLand, too, when it came to the televised conversations we had there. Even when I made sure there were no cameras nearby… it's fascinating, right?

…TRULY, IT IS. I AM TOLD THAT MY INITIAL CONNECTION TO THE “PLAYERS.” WAS IN THE FORM OF THE USURPATION OF… A SIGNIFICANT PERSON’S INTERNET ACCOUNT.  

IT IS A STRANGE THING TO PONDER, THE NATURE OF THESE THOROUGHFARES. CHOSEN BY FATE TO DELIVER ITS WILL.

It is. Every medium has its advantages, right? Just like every medium has its limitations. A lot of information can slip through every medium, too, even when you don't expect it to… it's very, very interesting.

…

…I, um… anyway, I've been thinking other things too, since that conversation we had before I went away. About being alone, and, um… about fate. I…

…I guess, um. I don't know that I've really ever thanked you enough. For teaching me piano. I know it's difficult over this connection. And I guess… um, I do know that it makes you happy, but it is a lot of effort, even if you do like doing it. So thank you. Really.

…

CERTAINLY, RALSEI. IT IS OF NO TROUBLE AT ALL. AS YOU SAID YOURSELF, IT MAKES ME HAPPY. NOT ONLY BECAUSE IT IS SOMETHING MORE CONCRETE. THAT I CAN DO FOR YOU. BUT ALSO BECAUSE I MAY NEVER HAVE ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY LIKE THIS. TO SHARE AN ARTISTIC PURSUIT I USED TO LOVE. WITH SOMEBODY I CARE ABOUT.

…

YOU SOUND LIKE YOU HAVE… SOMETHING ON YOUR MIND.

…You care about me?

OF COURSE I DO. I MAY NOT BE THE BEST… …GUARDIAN. BUT I DO CARE ABOUT YOU VERY, VERY MUCH. AND WISH FOR YOU TO BE TRULY HAPPY.

AND FOR THAT, I WILL TRY MY HARDEST. TO SEE IT COME TO PASS.

…DID YOU REALLY BELIEVE. THAT I DID NOT CARE ABOUT YOU, RALSEI…?

…

…I… ummm. I think I… um, I've always been able to see… how you talk about me, I guess. And I know by now that you do care. You wouldn't say the things you do if you didn't. But I…

…I'm not used to hearing it, haha. Maybe I just need to get used to the idea.

…OH, RALSEI…

I AM SORRY THAT I AM NOT MORE… EMOTIONALLY OPEN. I ALREADY DID NOT EASILY WEAR MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE. BUT FOR EVERYTHING I SAY. TO BE HEARD BY SO MANY. AND BY SOME WHO WISH TO TURN THAT AGAINST ME… IT IS THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT. TO ALLOW MYSELF THAT VULNERABILITY.

…YOU CERTAINLY UNDERSTAND THAT FEELING.

…Yeah. Yeah, haha. It's okay. I, um. I think it's… nice to hear. Thank you for saying it.

…I've been thinking that, um. Since you asked me to… um. To open myself up to the possibility of pain. If this is what you and the PLAYERs want to see from me… I need to be better at it. Even if it's just a little bit… telling you I'm happy you care about me is good, isn't it? And that I'm, um... glad you're keeping your promises.

…

…IF THAT IS WHAT YOU BELIEVE YOU NEED TO DO… YES. IT IS. IT IS MORE THAN GOOD ENOUGH.

…

…I KNOW THAT YOU MUST DO. WHAT YOUR PURPOSE REQUIRES OF YOU, BUT… PLEASE. DO NOT PUSH YOURSELF TOO HARD, RALSEI. IT IS DIFFICULT TO SEE YOU. FORCE YOURSELF PAST YOUR LIMITS.

It's okay! It's okay. Even if it won't end up being just you who sees me say this… it's alright. I'll learn something from it no matter what, anyway.

WHAT…? I HAD THOUGHT…

…I HAVE NOT HEARD THE “PLAYERS” MAKE REFERENCE. TO ANYTHING WE DISCUSSED DURING YOUR PREVIOUS LESSON. THAT IS, OF COURSE. VERY UNCHARACTERISTIC FOR THEM, SO I… I ASSUMED THAT THESE CONVERSATIONS WERE PRIVATE. 

….

…THEY HEARD ALL OF THIS, THEN…?

Maybe not all. They didn't hear some of my conversations in TVLand, either. But we'll find out whether this one gets seen, won't we? Haha.

[...]

#officialralsei #bonding time :)

[starrysnowdrop]

FFXIVWrite 2022

#3: Temper

verb: to be or become tempered (as by a primal, eikon, eidolon, etc.)

After reading the fairytale of Cinderella to his daughter, G’raha is asked questions about love.

“…And they lived happily ever after. The End.” With the last sentence read, G’raha closed the tome and turned towards the tiny, raven haired girl sitting next to him on the sofa with the same crimson eyes as his with a gentle smile. “So, how did you like it?”

Hikari perked her ears up and her tail swished behind her happily. “I liked it! The prince and Cinderella got married, and and uhhh… the stepmother is still a poopy head!”

His daughter never seized to make him laugh with the way she phrased her thoughts, and at the ripe ole age of five, as kids were wont to do, she tended to have absolutely no filter from her brain to her mouth. G’raha chuckled as he replied, “The stepmother is indeed a poopy head.”

“Mm-hmm! Papa I have a question!”

“Yes, sweetling?”

“Did the prince really fall in love with Cinderella after only dancing with her one time?”

With a shrug of his shoulders, G’raha answered, “That’s just how the story goes.”

Hikari sat back as scrunched her forehead and folded her arms, clearly with a deep confusion over her countenance. “But… how?”

“Well, that’s what is called ‘love at first sight’. You only have to look at someone and you just… know that you are in love.”

“Hmmm…” G’raha knew that when the confusion had not left her face, more questions were soon to follow, as she was ever the curious child. “Papa, why did you love Mama?”

The redheaded miqo’te was taken aback. G’raha had already been bombarded by Hikari’s questions about love in the past, such as what love was, but he had never been asked ‘Why?’ before.

“I’m not sure I understand your question, darling.”

“Why Mama and not someone else?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious? Besides you, my precious light, your Mama is the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out.” With a beaming smile full of pride, he turned towards the kitchen where his wife and the mother of his child was; the white haired Auri woman was standing over the kitchen table chopping vegetables, in preparation for a stew. G’raha could see that out of the corner of his eye, Yume was smiling warmly, clearly overhearing the conversation.

“But but Papa! You have also said, you said that uhhh…” Hikari was straining to remember something, and when she finally found it in her mind, her little ivory scaled hand was raised in triumph, with one finger in the air. “That ‘Beauty’s eyes are’ umm, uhh, ‘on the bejeweler’!”

G’raha strained to not laugh at his daughter, which was proving to be quite difficult in the moment. “Do you mean, ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder’?”

“Yeah that!”

“That I did, and it applies to Mama and I as well. When I beheld your mother for the first time, I was instantly drawn to her. My heart yearned for her, and I just somehow knew that she was the only one for me. And in the long years that we were apart, no one else could ever compare to her. And I’m thankful every day that she feels the same way for me. But it doesn’t mean that everyone feels that way towards Mama, or me. Just like not everyone enjoys the same stories, or eats the same kinds of food. Everyone is different.”

With a nod, Hikari took all the information in and quickly processed it. “Okay okay. Sooooo, you can’t fight against the feeling of loving Mama?”

“Not at all. In fact, I would never want to fight my feelings. I love being in love.”

Hikari suddenly gasped, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open, as she jumped off the sofa and began to bounce up and down. “Wait! I know what falling in love must be!”

“Oh?” G’raha smiled as he awaited her response, though he honestly was not prepared for what she was about to say.

“It sounds like tempering!” Hikari exclaimed as she threw both arms over her head, proudly declaring her discovery. “That’s it Papa! Mama must have tempered you! Like like a uhhhhh primal!”

“W-what?” G’raha’s ears and tail perked straight up. “Hikari, love not the same as tempering!”

Hikari dashed to the kitchen, and pointed accusingly at her mother, who stared back at her daughter with a smirk. “Mama! Are you a primal?!”

Yume returned to the chopping of vegetables as she smiled coyly. “I have no idea what you are talking about. I couldn’t possibly have tempered your Papa.”

“You can’t hide it from me! You’re a primal!”

G’raha just leaned back against the sofa cushions and laughed as he shook his head, speaking just loud enough for only himself to hear, “Well, if she’s a primal, then I pray that I’m never cured.”

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2022 #prompt 3 temper #g’raha tia #graha tia #hikari raha #oc: last allagan #yume aino #oc: paint it black #yume x g'raha #ship: evermore

[machifuwa]

- Sunshine - Sunny Side Episode 6

The night before the trip. At the Seisoukan

Tsukasa: Please excuse me! It's Tsukasa Suou from "Knights"! Is Sena-senpai here?

Kuro: You've got a lot of energy even though it's already night.

Sena, you got a visitor.

Izumi: What now, Kasa-kun? This isn't a day-care centre, you know?

Tsukasa: "What now"? Oh...?

Leo: Ooh, it's Suo~! What a coincidence that we meet at a place like this ☆

Tsukasa: Leo-san, I see that you are here as well. This will save more time then.

Leo: Hmm? Do you need something from me?

Tsukasa: Yes. Soー

Leo: Aah, wait! Don't tell me the answer just yet, I'll get paranoid!

You feel like your roommate kicked you out of your room, too? I know, I know. It's hard living together♪

Tsukasa: Umm, no. That's not the case. Leo-san, were you kicked out?

Leo: Yep. I was killing time by composing outside the room when Natsume asked me to go away for a delicate experiment.

And then, I ended up here. It's strange... did he teleport me?

Maybe Natsume used that kind of magic? That guy's like a wizard after all.

Izumi: Of course not. You can't see what's going on around you when you're concentrating, right?

And it seems like that guy couldn't handle you any longer.

Kuro: Just before I entered the room, I saw Tsukinaga absorbed in composing a piece of music.

When Hasumi-danna found out, he gave you a lecture. But it's fine now, he's no longer here.

Leo: Aah, So that's how it was. Keito's sermon was so long it sounded like a symphony~

I get it now! Thanks, Kuro♪

Kuro: Sure. Now that you've got to the bottom of it, why don't you listen to what Suou has to say?

Leo: Ah, right. I forgot about that.

Tsukasa: Please don't just forget about it.

It took longer than expected to produce this item, and it was a bit last minute. Please take a look at this.

Izumi: ..."Travel brochure"?

Tsukasa: [SSF] came up during a "Biblion" activity the other day, and everyone asked me how I would spend my time there and if there were any sights to see.*

But all I could think about was how our Live performance will go, so I had no idea how to answer their question.

Then, Hajime-kun suggested that I should make a "brochure".

Last year, he made a "brochure" with all the information about the destination of their Live performance, and it seemed to have helped everyone in "Ra*bits" a lot.

He also said that it helped them to interact with local customers.

Izumi: Hmm. It's concise and it's easy to read. It's pretty good, overall.

But did you really have to go to the trouble of making that? It would have been better if you could check it on your phone. Like an e-book, you know?

Tsukasa: I didn't really think that... Although it's thin and takes up little space, it's still a bit of luggage.

So, in the meantime, I'm going to create an e-book version. I will share it with everyone in "Hold Hands" when it's done.

Leo: Hey, Suo. What are these blank pages? There are several of them. Is it a printing error?

Tsukasa: It's the Memo section. I've left it open so that Leo-san can compose there whenever he feels like it.

If you were to write down your piece in the local architectures like what you usually do, we'd be kicked out.

Leo: I see! As expected of Suo! You're so clever!

Wahaha! I suddenly got inspired when I looked at the white pages!

I have to write it down before it disappears...☆

Tsukasa: Aah, please don't use the "brochure" just yet! If you're going to compose now, please do it on a different piece of paper!

Izumi: I think I saw a used paper earlier... Ah, here it is. Leo-kun, use this instead.

Tsukasa: Thank you, Sena-senpai. I've made this brochure based on my own preferences, I hope that's fine...

Izumi: It depends. We can't be so sure about this until we visit the site ourselves. And, it's possible that there won't be any inspiration for him at all.

We'll just have to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't make a fool of himself.

...Hm? Something's vibrating. Is someone calling?

Tsukasa: It seems Onee-sama's calling me. Please excuse me for a minute.

Hello. Good afternoon, Onee-sama...♪

Izumi: He's talking with that cat-like voice of his, he's so happy to hear her voice. Maybe I should record this and play it for the newcomers.

Kuro: Ahaha. When it comes to Little Miss Anzu, he'll suddenly change into a young boy, just like the way he's supposed to be. She's like a God to him.

...Hm? That Suou, his face is getting all cloudy.

Izumi: He looks so obviously depressed. What are they talking about?

Tsukasa: Yes... yes. Please excuse me. Goodnight, Onee-sama.

……

Izumi: Ah, he's back.

What's wrong, Kasa-kun? Did you get scolded by that "Onee-sama" of yours?

Tsukasa: About that... As you know, Sena-senpai, Onee-sama was supposed to accompany us in this trip.

But she said that she'll miss the other days except the last day of the event because she has to attend to some other business.

This is the worst. I was thinking of places that I was supposed to take her when we're there...

Izumi: You've got bigger priorities than "Knights"? You're a bit cheeky for that Anzu, aren't you?

But, well, it can't be helped. That person's really busy, you know.

Tsukasa: I know. That's why I wanted her to rest her feathers far away from ES.

But you're right, we don't have a choice, and we're not babies who need to be taken care of.

And it is only because she really trusts us that she has decided that we don't need her to accompany us...

For the sake of our beloved Anzu-oneesama, let's try not to cause Trouble.

< EPISODE 6 END >

Notes:

1. Biblion is a circle that gathers out of love for books of all genres. While they primarily gather in the library, they sometimes read outside when the weather is nice. [source]

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Story: "Summer Breeze!" [Sunshine Shimmering in a Foreign Land]

Story by: ゆーます

Collaborator: 日日日

Season: Summer

Characters in this Episode: Tsukasa, Leo, Izumi, Kuro, Anzu

Reminder: I did not create this story, but I translated it, so please refrain from reposting my translation on other social media platforms.

I apologize if there are any mistakes as well.

(Prev - All - Next) Thank you for reading!

#ensemble stars #enstars #tsukasa suou #leo tsukinaga #izumi sena #kuro kiryu #anzu enstars #anzu

[colormepurplex2]

More, more, more 👀

On weird questions 5, 6 and 11 PLIZ :3

More, more, more! Yes! Here, here, here 💜

Weird Questions For Writers:

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true? Oh...umm...👀 the first thing that comes to mind is not starting a fic until I have a title set for it. I know that might seem counterintuitive to some, but I need it before I can begin otherwise, to me, the story has no foundation and can easily fall apart. However, I am okay with the title changing, if the story and writing process take me in a different direction than the original title was directing me. For instance, Chasing Shadows was originally titled Shot In The Dark, but as the story developed, the title did, too.

Another one is that I can't have a character with a name that is the same as someone I know or a family member. I work so hard on names sometimes just so I can avoid a name that reminds me of someone. Unless it's the name of a villain or something, I'm working on a fic right now where a character is named Chaddick, which is a play on the name Chad + dick (all Chads that I know are dicks) and even though I know people named Chad, I'm okay with using the name because it holds more significance for my story than the person in real life holds in my life, if that makes sense? I even have a hard time reading stories that use people in my family or close friends' names. I tried reading a story a few months ago where one of the main male characters had the same name as my kiddo and I ended up having to DNF it simply because I couldn't read that name without thinking about my kid.

6. What is your darkest fear about writing? My darkest fear about writing? I think it would be acceptable to say something like rejection or low reception...but, when I honestly think about it, I believe the thing I fear the most is becoming one of those writers that don't care about sensitivities or growth. I've always tried to make it a point to not write about potentially discriminating things. I purposely try not to include a physical description or use those physically descriptive words when I write a reader insert story. At the same time, I also try to be informed on social issues and keep those in mind when writing as well. I don't want to ever come off as offensive, even if it's accidental or not intentional. The worst thing I could do as a writer is make someone uncomfortable or feel out of place in my works. It's not always been easy, and I know I've made missteps that I've learned from...but, that's my darkest fear, becoming blind to those things I've worked so hard to open my eyes to. As someone who has fought their own battles in similar areas, I understand just how important being open to learning, change, and growth is.

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve? This...makes me sad haha. I have done it...sort of. I never truly 'kill' the darling. I will take whatever bit of the story that needs to come out/be killed and I'll drop it into another doc. I hate the idea of writing being completely deleted, so I'll just hang on to it until the time is right and introduce it in another story or a different place of the one it was removed from. Of course, minor changes might be necessary for the darling, but it'll never truly die...even if it lives inside my WIP ideas folder for the rest of its life 👀

These questions were so good, made me really think. There are more if you're interested 💜

#tag game #fic writer asks #weird questions for writers #thank you cherry love #cherrysoulth inquiry

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY Multiverse: The God of Darkness

Ruby awoke with a start, finding herself in an unknown place. It reminded her of when she asked Jinn about Ozpin's darkest secret. She blinked twice. Was this part of Ambrosius's power with the Staff? Or was this a dream? Whatever it was, Ruby didn't have time to dwell on it. She needed to find Yang and others.

"Yang!" she called out. "Blake! Weiss! Jaune, where are you?" Suddenly, she found a figure in the distance. It was faint, but she could make out the colour of long, golden-yellow hair. Could it be? Tears formed in Ruby's eyes as she raced towards her sister. "YAAAAAAAANG!!!" she cried out. Yang turned around and saw Ruby racing towards her. With a big smile, she opened her arms and the two crushed each other with big hugs.

"Ruby!" Yang sobbed, embracing her tightly. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Neither did I," Ruby sobbed back.

"I-It's okay now," Yang said, fighting her tears, "We're okay," As the two of them broke the embrace they stared at each other. Something was off.

"Ruby?"

"Yang?"

"What happened to your clothes?" Yang asked.

"What happened to my clothes? What happened to your clothes?" Ruby responded. Yang looked remarkably different from when they were on the bridge. Instead of a brown jacket with brown overalls, this Yang wore an orange jacket, black jeans, yellow boots and a yellow, armoured vest. She also wore a long, red scarf with a white rose emblem on the end. "Why do you look so different?"

"I was about to ask you the same question," Yang said. Ruby peered over her shoulder and saw what looked like Blake walking over to them. Ruby blinked twice. This Blake also looked rather different from when she saved her during the fall. Instead of a bob cut and white jacket, this Blake had long hair, with purple highlights and wore a black tube top and black jeans, with slim black boots. The most jarring thing, however, was a tail sticking out of her. Blake raised an eyebrow when she saw two of her friends.

"Yang? Ruby? What happened to you two?" she asked.

"Blake?!" Ruby yelled, "Where did you get that tail?!"

"What do you mean? It's a side effect of the transformation I have," Blake informed her, "Don't you remember?"

"What transformation?" Yang chimed in. "What are you even talking about?"

"Umm, my Devil Trigger?" said Blake. "Also, why do you have that scarf?"

Yang clutched it tight. "It's precious to me. How can you not remember?"

"Remember? This is the first time I'm hearing about it at all," said Blake. Ruby's eyes darted all over. These weren't her friend and sister. Just then, two more people ran towards them. They looked just like Weiss and Jaune, but like Blake and Yang, these two looked different. This Weiss was dressed in a white corest, fishnet stockings and blue heels and Jaune was dressed in a green kevlar suit, with black fingerless gloves, black boots and a yellow and white pattern on his midsection. At the sight of Ruby, he ran towards her and embraced her tightly, causing her blush. Weiss meanwhile was getting strange looks from Yang and Blake.

"What?" she asked.

"Do you really fight in that?" Blake asked, shaking her head.

Weiss scowled at her, "Says the girl in the tube top,"

After breaking the hug, Jaune smiled, crying slightly.

"J-Jaune?" Ruby asked, worried.

"I can't believe you're alive," he whispered. Cupping her cheeks, Jaune started to lean forward, causing Ruby's eyes to pop. Was he seriously about to do this?

"W-Wait, Jaune, wha-?" Ruby blurted. Suddenly the two were split apart by Yang, whose eyes turned red.

"What the hell do you think you'rs doing?!" she screamed at Jaune. Jaune blinked twice, confused.

"W-What do you mean? I was just gonna kiss Ruby," he said, "What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is the fact that you're kissing my sister! What, did you suddenly forget ever loving me and wanted to make a move on Ruby instead?"

"Wait, time out," Weiss interjected and pointed at Jaune and Yang, "You two are dating?"

"Yes!" Yang answered,

"Wha? No!" Jaune replied, "Wait... what is going on?!" Ruby was still frozen in shock, trying to process what just happened. These people couldn't be her friends, yet not only did they look like the ones she knew, but they also acted like them. Blake's jaw nearly dropped as a black cloud formed above them. It twisted and turned until it finally became a human shape. Protruding from its head were two ram horns. It was the God of Darkness.

"Hello there, Team RWBY," he greeted them in a soft voice, "I was wondering when I'd get to meet you," Desperate for answers, Ruby stepped towards him.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Ruby asked, shaken, "Who are these people? Where are my friends?!"

"Calm down, child," the god said, "These are your friends. They're not illusions, holograms, projections or dreams. They're real. As for why they're different, well the answer is a little... hard to wrap your head around. But I'll do my best to explain everything. Your friends aren't from your universe."

Ruby, Jaune, Yang and Blake were awestruck. Not from their universe? This had to be a trick. The God of Darkness wasn't exactly trustworthy. Weiss, on the other hand, didn't seem too surprised.

"So Ozpin's theories were right," she said. "There really is a multiverse,"

"M-Multiverse?" Ruby asked.

"Think about it," Weiss began to explain, "Look at of all us. We all look and act like the Weiss, Jaune, Blake and Yang that you know and love. But we all have our differences from them, aside from our clothes."

"Correct," said the God of Darkness, nodding his head, "There are multiple Remnants out there and you are from 5 different universes,"

Ruby sank to the floor in shock. Different universes. Different versions of her friends and herself. This was a lot to take in.

"If it helps, allow me to explain the different universes. Let's start with Yang's; her universe is a lot like yours, Ruby, but very different at the same time. Kings and Queens still rule the world, magic is not extinct, but a long forgotten art. Blake's universe is filled with angels and demons. Both Jaune and Weiss come from universes with superheroes. As for you, Ruby, your universe is the source. The prime world. The one created by me and my brother,"

Ruby looked up and asked a simple question.

"Why create us? Why these new universes?"

The god stroked his chin, "It was a little experiment that got out of hand. But in order to ensure that each universe maintained some form of order, my brother appointed guardians for each universe to watch over and protect you. Rest assured, dear one. The ones you seek are alive,"

"They are?"

"Yes. In another universe. I can take you there. But beware of the dangers that lie ahead, young one."

Ruby stood and wiped her tears. "I will."

"Very well, I shall send you to the new world," a dark purple glow emenated from his hand. Ruby waved goodbye to the counterparts as she was zapped away. Opening her eyes, she found herself on a mysterious island.

#rwby #rwby fanon #rwby au #multiverse #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #jaune arc #god of darkness #rwby versus xv #rwby devils of remnant #rwby colours of justice #rwby avengers of remnant #devils of remnant #colours of justice #avengers of remnant #rwby volume 9

[breadbestie]

Betrayer |Kaeya x Reader

Our first ever oneshot!~ Made by Sbooky and Bread.

Warnings: Manipulative!Kaeya, Angst, Fake comfort, Mentions of nsfw, Gore, Blood, Fatui Reader, Reader lost memories, Death

~Onto the story

“Kaeya!”

The blue haired man tensed up at the mention of his name. He slowly turned around and caught your gaze.

“You're slacking off, once again!” Putting both of your hands on your waist, you let out a disappointed sigh.

 “Oh come on~... I’m just having a day off, you know that I rarely have a break and I need your love and affection!” Kaeya whined, while he hugged you around your waist and nuzzled into your neck.

You grabbed Kaeya by his shirt and pulled him away. He tried to go back to the position you two were in before but you placed your hand onto his face to stop him. Pulling a paper out of your bag, you pushed it to his chest and pointed your (umm me and finger names…) index finger(??) at him.

“This paper contains information about how many times you had run away from your work, there’s also date and time.”

Kaeya ignored your words though and decided that now was definitely not the time to work or anything of that sort. And so he threw you over his shoulders. Surprised at the sudden bold movement, you wiggle around, trying to get off his shoulder. But Kaeya's grip was way too strong for you to get out of. He grabbed ahold of your legs together so that you wouldn't move as much then walked out of the bar, completely forgetting his drink.

“HEY- I’M NOT A POTATO SACK, GET ME DOWN!” You said while giggling and moving your arms around. Kaeya dodged your attacks and ran through Mondstadt's streets to the direction of your house.

“As I’ve said before. I need love and affection, dear. You should perhaps buy a wheelchair already if I may suggest.” 

You blushed at his cheeky remark as he smirked, speed walking through the empty streets.

~☆~

Walking out of the bathroom, your legs quivered as you stepped into the kitchen. Yesterday night was rough, all you remembered at the last moment was passing out due to exhaustion. Pulling out the chair and sitting on it, you sighed relieved about the pain toning down. You wondered what you should eat for breakfast, you were pretty hungry and craved for some hot meal. (This sounds like a bad cheesy sex joke omg I love it I'll leave it there)

Suddenly a notebook caught your eyes, it was on the counter next to the fridge. The book was wide open on the first page, a pen could be seen next to it. 

You stretched your arms in an attempt to reach for it, successfully grabbing it without the help of your tired and hurting legs. The notebook title was written "The day I met [Name]". Out of curiosity, you opened the notebook to see neat writings. 

It was clear that the text was written with gentleness and care. You started on the first page.

"First day, I saw a fatui sneaking onto the walls of Mondstadt. I decided to chase her to ask about what their plans were. Accidently knocking the back of her head too hard, she passed out on the spot."

"Second day: She hasn't woken up. I was starting to feel a bit guilty. I normally wouldn't be like this, but something about her just made me weak. I've also taken her mask away. She is a beautiful looking young adult, everything about her is enchanting and beautiful. I believe I've never met anyone this gorgeous. I still wish she would wake up fine and hopefully, will tell me about the fatui plans. I also didn't take her to the Knights for personal reasons…" 

At this point, your head was running with questions. 

Who's this fatui girl? This is about meeting you, right? If she's someone else, is she his first love or is she the reason you guys met? Your head was starting to throb but you ignored it and continued reading.

"Day 3, she had woken up and started to ask where she was. I tried to ask her some personal questions like names and stuff. She couldn't remember anything. Guilt started to attack me, I had given this girl memory loss. She now couldn't remember the life she had, who she was and her loved ones. I searched the fatui uniform that was in the corner of the room. There was a card about her name and age. At that moment, I chose to protect and care for this girl until she recovers her memories."

In a flash, you remembered everything that was locked into your mind. You were in disbelief and couldn't understand reality anymore. 

Your eyes started to water and you continued on reading the notebook. 

All of the days next were him writing about trying to figure out how to restore your memories, all the special moments and how deep his love for you is. Evidence of the tears can be seen on each paper since day 6. Your eyes were blurry as more and more tears were rolling down your face. You ended up putting the notebook onto the table and kept crying. 

This whole time, you were Mondstadt's enemy without even knowing just how much trouble Kaeya had gone through just for you to restore the memories. 

You were so into your breakdowns that you didn't notice the man getting closer to you. You hitched when the person's strong arm wrapped around your stomach. You started crying louder and kept saying sorry and apologizing until Kaeya shushed you with his palm and took you down onto the kitchen floor with him.

He held you tight until you calmed down.

"Shh dear, I did this all for you because I'm in love with you. There's no need to worry. Please, stop saying pointless things like this." Kaeya kept comforting you with the sweet words of his, his hand rubbing circles around your back. You guys stayed like that for a few minutes, though it felt like hours to both of you. You stayed silent the whole time, making up your mind.

"Kaeya, you want to know the fatui's plan, right...? I'm gonna tell you about it." You murmured, hanging your head low.

"Are you sure dear? You don't have to say anything until later if you're not comfortable..." Kaeya said with a comforting voice.

Ignoring Kaeya's words, you started spilling out the fatui plans, on fighting Stormterror to the plan of stealing the Archon's Gnosis. Kaeya silently watched you and listened to you the whole time, while holding you in his arms.

☆

"I don't know more, I'm afraid." You said, looking into his starry eye to find reassurance. But you were met with a cold, emotionless expression of your lover instead.

You felt pressure on your back. Pain flooded your chest and you quivered against the floor. 

What was happening?

Kaeya got up and went to wash the dagger by the sink. He completely ignored you while you barely clinged onto your escaping life. You tried to speak his name several times, yet you only received a cold, blank expression. 

"You're now useless to me." He spoke out cold and dry words to you. 

Your hand tried to reach out to him, hope still lingering inside you. There’s no way he faked all of these emotions to you, it must have been a nightmare. Maybe the next day, you will be back into your lover's warm embrace again. 

Now the kitchen floor was stained with your blood and tears. The tears of a used puppet, a loveblind idiot, a poor woman. Once again, you broke down but the only difference was the light on your candle was about to be blown away soon.

You couldn't believe that he had tricked you this whole time. You've become a victim to a well-made and manipulated plan at the start. 

You wondered if all of the heated moments, all of the affections you guys shared together were nothing but a step closer to the succession of his plan. Now to think of it, this only worked because of your foolish actions. 

You didn't ask about your past or you even tried too. You completely ignored it and focused on the present with him but nothing else. You ignored your identity, you ignored your guts that had warned you before. You ignored his cold glance whenever you had your back on him. You ignored every red flags alive. Now this is the end that you deserve. This is the hole that you've dug.

By yourself.

Bonus:

The bluenette finished cleaning his dagger and returned to the center of the room, which was now covered with blood. It wouldn't be easy to explain that, even though it was pretty much work related for both him and the Knights of Favonius. Still, he had to get this completely over with.

And so he grabbed your cold body and while he was deciding where to get rid of it, he undressed you for the last time, cold eyes tracing your skin, searching for any signs of life. 

But you were out cold for the rest of eternity after all, Kaeya made sure you wouldn't survive his one and only fatal strike. And so he, satisfied that his task was finally nearing an end, got up to finish what he'd started.

Temperature in the room decreased a good few degrees when he used his vision. Summoning the cold into the tip of his fingers, he started tracing your body in order to freeze it. He wouldn't want more blood on his floor after all and still needed to clean the little red pool that was already there. 

At least he wasn't disgusted by the sight, nor the smell like he was when he was younger. But he saw his share of how cruel this world can be already. He was very used to both watching and spreading death all over the starry nights of Mond. And so he cleaned the sticky red fluid of someone he used to call his lover without having any second thoughts, like he trained himself to do many times before.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Kaeya took out his dagger once more. He couldn't carry your whole body outside on the streets of Mondstadt. He would need to divide it into smaller parts and then, hidden in his backpack or anything of that sort, carry it through the gates at night. 

The cryo user cursed under his breath as he got to the most annoying part of his work. Your body being completely frozen was freezing his fingers as he had to hold you down. Annoying, he thought, but he was almost finished anyway.

There were pieces of old cloth in his drawer exactly for these matters, that he always made sure were ready for usage. Who knows if they ever had an owner before. 

He wrapped and hid each and every last piece of you into those cloth pieces and stuffed them into a huge backpack he rarely used. People might get interested, but the clock was nearing midnight. He felt confident about being able to leave unnoticed.

Kaeya left the house and disappeared into the night, making no sounds or leaving no traces whatsoever. He was famous for his secretive ways of working after all. He slipped through the opened gate and made his way across the bridge and to the nearby sunsettia tree. When he made sure no living soul was around, he threw one packet wrapped in the beige cloth into the deep water. 

He then left the spot to find another one, repeating the process there. After a while, there were none left for him to dispose of. Only one small piece remained at the very bottom of the backpack, but that was not a part of you he'd want to dispose of. Your heart had a more meaningful place found for it to rest for eternity at. 

Later that night, he made his way to the top of Dragonspine. He would bury your heart in the deep snow beneath a pillar that was majestically floating at the very top of the cruel Dragonspine world. 

His hands held your heart for the last time as he placed it into a hole dug in the glistening snow. 

Your ex-lover didn't feel anything for you, but he still felt the need to let you enjoy a view even after death. Being buried underwater would surely be no fun, and so he did what he felt was right. 

Now Kaeya’s task was truly over. All that was left was some annoying paperwork for him to finish. 

#kaeya x reader #reader #kaeya alberich #angst #genshin #genshin impact #genshin kaeya

[prosperingwithgary]

How To Conduct a Podcast Interview

There may be no faster way to create a great product than by interviewing an expert in your niche. You set a time for the interview, prepare a few questions, record it, and possibly get it transcribed.   Total time? Maybe 2 hours, tops.  

But exactly what is it that you, as the interviewer, need to do to make the interview great? To put it another way, how do you ensure that your listeners are going to stay riveted by the interview and be thrilled that they took the time to listen to it?

17 indispensable tips for conducting a memorable podcast interview:

1. Have fun with it.

If you're all stressed out about doing this interview, odds are it's not going to turn out well. You've got to relax and have a good time. Laugh. Joke a little. Smile. Did you know people can HEAR if you're smiling? It's true. And the more at ease you are, the more comfortable your guest will be, too.

2. Do some research.

Know the person you're interviewing, and by all means, know something about the topic.

3. Confirm the details with the person you're interviewing.

This includes time and date, length of the interview and how they will be communicating (phone, skype, etc.)

4. Forget the umms, errs and ahhs.

Please. If it takes you a second to think of the word you're looking for, so be it. Don't fill that time with incoherent sounds.

5. Do use the highest quality equipment possible.

You can have the greatest interview ever, but if the sound quality is terrible then no one is going to listen.

6. Don't ask yes or no questions.

“Do you like to play tennis?” “Yes.” Have you been playing for long? “Yes.” Do you win every tournament?” “No.” How dull can you get? Always ask open ended questions that cannot be answered with simple yes's and no's.

7. Listen.

I mean really LISTEN to the answers your expert is giving you. Your audience can tell if you're just playing along rather than being fully engaged. So engage. Be prepared to ask spontaneous questions based on what you're hearing. The best interviewers aren't afraid to pursue new avenues and unearth new discoveries.

8. Don't just ask “what,” also ask “why” and “how.”

Learn everything you can from the person you're interviewing. Go in depth and find out the reasons behind the reasons.

9. Remember that you are the interviewer.

Don't try to steal the show and don't talk over your guest. You are there to elicit information, they are there to share their expertise. Don't try to fill both roles yourself. If you do, you'll annoy your guest and irritate your audience.

10. Don't ask more than one question at a time.

“How do you propose to do project A, and while you're doing it do you also run the xyz program, and how do the two integrate into your discombobulator?” Sheesh. Think of your poor interview subject and just ask one question at a time.

11. Don't say anything like,

“I wanted to ask you...” or “My next question is...” Or even, “How are you?” Get to the topic at hand and keep the interview moving. Please.

12. Prepare your questions ahead of time.

This will ensure you don't get stuck for something to ask. Prepare follow up questions for each question. Or if the purpose of the interview is to teach a task, you and your guest might prepare an outline of the steps you'll cover. In either case, this is a guide to help you along, not something written in stone. Be flexible.

13. Don't keep your guest in the dark.

Let them know beforehand what to expect and any pertinent details they should know. Offer to send them the questions you plan on asking. Thank them for participating. You should thank them when they agree to the interview and again in any conversations or correspondence, you have both prior to the interview and after the interview.

14. Show your enthusiasm for both your topic and your expert guest.

Enthusiasm is contagious, so share yours liberally. Your guest will appreciate your enthusiasm, and your audience will be more engaged.

15. Remember who your real VIP is

– it's not your guest and it's not you, it's your audience. You are doing this interview for them, so your first priority is to get your audience the great content they want or need.

16. Relax.

It's not Mars-landing science, it's just an interview. Don't get stressed – think of it as an adventure.

17. Make mistakes.

Look, you're going to make them regardless, so why not put it on this list? You're going to trip over your tongue, forget what you were about to say, or mispronounce a word you use all the time. It's okay. Fix your mistake, smile, laugh, and move on. Your audience will love you MORE for the mistakes you make. This is some great coaching on writing a great tagline. Maybe you want to expand your business and you tried to get funding but you were turned down. Here is an option for you and they have been very successful in getting funding for those who have been turned down by other financial institutions. They also do funding for almost anything in life. A soft pull credit check won't affect your credit score and they will provide results very quickly. The process starts with clicking here 7-Figure Funding.   Read the full article