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ateezs-things · 8 months

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Luna Strike was an unusual wolf. She had fluffy grey fur and large golden eyes that shone like the sunrise. However, the thing that set her apart from other wolves was her unique ability. Luna had the power to channel electricity, which made her a very dangerous fighter.

Luna had lived in the woods with her family for as long as she could remember. Her parents worked hard to provide for their pack and to protect the wild creatures of the forest. Luna loved her home, but she longed for adventure. She longed to explore the vast forest and discover all of its secrets.

One day, Luna was out exploring when she stumbled upon a group of humans living in the woods. At first, they seemed hostile towards her, but Luna didn't give up. She used her electricity to stun the humans, but before they could react, she ran back to her pack.

Luna's parents were shocked to see her return with humans as her only souvenirs. They could not believe what their weak-willed daughter had done. Luna shook her head, "I didn't mean to upset them. I just wanted to see where they came from."

Luna's parents were not convinced and ordered her to leave the forest. Luna couldn't bear to leave her home, but she knew she had to. She walked out of the woods, leaving her old life behind, and into a new one filled with possibilities.

Days turned into weeks, and Luna found herself in a new town. It was filled with humans and robots, but Luna didn't feel out of place. She made friends with a group of children and even began to help them with their schoolwork.

As Luna became more integrated into the human community, she began to noticed a strange energy in the air. The adults were panicking and stockpiling food and supplies. Luna couldn't help but feel responsible for her new friends and their families.

She decided to investigate the source of this energy and set out on a journey far beyond the town's boundaries. She traveled through the woods and met all sorts of creatures, from giant ants to tree spirits. But Luna never gave up her search for answers.

Finally, after days of searching, Luna found what she was looking for. At the center of the energy was a building that housed a massive electromagnetic generator. Luna knew that this machine was responsible for the panic in the town, and she had to shut it down.

Luna fought her way through the building, using her electricity to stun the machines that stood in her way. Finally, she reached the source of the energy: the electromagnetic generator. Luna quickly dismantled the machine and shut down the panic.

In the aftermath of the crisis, Luna found that she had made new friends in both human and animal communities. She had learned that humans and animals could live together in harmony, and that adventure wasn't always about fighting. Luna felt grateful for the experiences she had had, and she knew that she would never forget them.

From that day on, Luna continued to use her unique power to help others, whether they were just in need of a helping hand, or in danger of destruction. Luna had found her true calling, and she knew that wherever her journey led her, she would be ready to face it with courage and determination.

#black knight x reader #ateez x male reader #wen ning x reader #mo dao zu shi x male reader #imdanheng #lee rang x reader

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ace-trainer-risu · 2 years

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I love how in word of honor they'll like flee for their lives in the middle of the night and then wen kexing will stroll up the next day in a poppin new outfit. like you look great king but where did you get that.

#this also happens to chengling at one point and it IS nice to know that wkx is making sure his beloved son is taken care of too #zhou zishu's quality of clothing also significantly goes up after he starts hanging out with wkx #and gu xiang of course is also always beautifully dressed #wen kexing really does it all. plots evil revenge. experiences the full range of human emotion. plays the flute.#dresses nicely AND makes sure everyone around him looks their best too. spits blood. cries. flirts very badly.#he's the COMPLETE. PACKAGE.#[sighs deeply] i love him so much.#word of honor #wen kexing #where does he find the time and more importantly literally where does he find the clothes. like literally WHERE do his clothes come from #not only that but they're always like crisp and clean and fit well????#its such a mystery................

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dudefrommywesterns · 1 year

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my brother has been calling matt "matty ho"

#he heard about lovey kravezit and wen yu-rang and decided that should be his joke name #typewriter dings

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becomingsoup · 1 year

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some assorted weird android faces in progress…

#they have The Range (TM)#I’m avoiding the background/environment lineart #it’s going to go SO well when I run out of fun things to ink #my art #robots #androids #ocs #wen

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ausana · 9 months

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My Little Happiness - Episode 15

#chinese drama #cdrama #my little happiness #我的小确幸 #xing fei #cong rong #tang xiao tian #wen shao qing #huang yi lin #cheng cheng #li chuan #wen rang #Shangguan Yi #Liu Chang

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writingwithcolor · 6 months

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Conlanging Issues: A Compendium

NOTE: This question was submitted before the Nov 1, 2023 reopening and may not adhere to all rules and guidelines. The ask has been abridged for clarity.

Most of my questions are about linguistics. […] One of the major locations in my story is a massive empire with cultural inspirations ranging from North Africa in the far south to Mongolia/Russia in the far north […] The middle region is where the capital is and is the main root of culture, from which Ive been taking inspiration from Southwest Asia […], but most notably southern regions of India. I've tried to stick to the way cities are named in Sanskrit-based languages but added the names of stars to the front (because the prevalent religion of this region worships the stars [...]). So Ive ended up with names like Pavoprayag, Alyanaga, Alkaiduru, Alcorpura, Cygnapete, etc. Is this a consistent naming system or should I alter it in some way? The empire itself is named the Arcana Empire since [...] each act of my story is named after a tarot card [...]. Another region in my story is based more on parts of South China and North Vietnam, so I've tried to stick to names with a Chinese origin for that. I understand the significance of family names in southwest [sic] Asia, so I wanted to double check [...]. They have only two short given names. Based on the birth order of the child, the first half of the name comes from the fathers family and the second half from the mothers family. It is seen as disrespectful not to use both names because using only one is seen as denouncing that side of your family. Thus I have names like Su Yin, Dai Jun, and Yi Wen for some of the characters from this region, and the city itself that they are from is named Bei Fen. On the other hand, Im having further trouble naming characters. […] Ive been trying to give my human characters names from real human cultures to distinguish them from the website-generated names of say, orcs, elves, dwarves, etc, but I think I should change many of the names Ive used to be more original and avoid fracturing real world cultures for the sake of my worldbuilding. […] Im still very weak in the linguistics area (even after four years of French, sigh) and am having trouble finding where to read about naming patterns so I can make new ones up. I read your naming guides but am still having trouble on where to start for specific languages. […] Im trying to look into Sanskrit, Turkish, and Persian specifically.

You're Going Too Broad

In my opinion, you’re casting too wide a net. You mentioned looking into Sanskrit, Turkish, and Persian to develop fantasy names. These languages are very different from one another, so unless you’re using them separately for very different parts of your world, it will be hard to draw inspiration from them in a way that makes sense. You’re taking on a huge amount of research in order to worldbuild cultures that span a massive geographical area (basically all of North Africa and Asia?) and have very little in common. Are you sure you want to take on that task?

I could see it being more manageable if most of your story is set in a small region of this world, which you will then research in depth to make sure you’re being as specific as possible.

Taking Persian as an example, you’ll have to decide whether you want to use Old Persian, Middle Persian, or Modern Persian. Each of these comes with a different alphabet and historical influences. They’re also associated with different periods of time and corresponding cultural and social markers. Once you’ve decided exactly when and where you want to start from, you can then expand the borders of your area of focus. For example, if you’ve decided to draw inspiration from Achaemenid Persia, you can then look at the languages that were spoken in the Achaemenid Empire. A quick Google search tells me that while Old Persian was the empire’s official language, they also used Aramaic, Akkadian, Median, Greek, and Elamite (among, I’m sure, many many others and many more regional variations). Further research into each of these will give you ethnic groups and bordering nations that you can draw more inspiration from to expand out your worldbuilding.

Don’t forget to make sure you’re staying within the same time period in order to keep things consistent. It’s a lot of work, and this is only for a small portion of the continent-spanning worldbuilding you’re trying to do.

You can get away with painting the rest of the continent in broad strokes without too much depth if the story doesn’t go there and you don’t have any main characters from those parts of the world. Otherwise, you’ll need to put this same level of detail into your worldbuilding for the area with Turkish-inspired names, and again for the area with Sanskrit-inspired names, and so on.

I know this isn’t what you were asking, but I honestly have a hard time helping you figure out where to start because your ask is so broad I don’t quite know where I would start myself. So, this is my advice: focus down on one region and time period and go from there. Feel free to write back once you’ve picked a narrower focus that we could help you with.

- Niki

So there’s logistical issues in regards to your naming system for southern China-coded regions. One issue is history: mainly on how there is not simply one language in China but multiple due to having a lot of ethnic groups and the size of China. South China in particular has different dialects and languages than the North as seen in this map of Chinese languages and dialects. There’s also how historically Mandarin was not the official language until 1913 in China and historical China saw vast changes in territory dependent on the dynasty. Before then, Mandarin was primarily a northern Chinese language based in Beijing while southern China had its own languages, dialects, and dynamics. Not to mention, historical China saw an evolution of language just like English has Old English, Middle English, Early Modern English, and Modern English. For instance, Vietnam was once part of China during the Tang Dynasty and at another point, it was not part of China.

-Mod Sci

If You’re Borrowing Whole Words or Elements, Research More

The other issue is inconsistency with the cultures you’re deriving this conlang from. In regards to “two given names,” the Chinese name I was given was one syllable and then I would have a last name that was also one syllable. There’s also how not every family is perfect. Not every marriage is sanctioned and some children may come from single parents. Some families may not cooperate with marriage and sometimes children may be abandoned with unknown parents. There does not seem to be contingencies for these names under this conlang system.

The main problem with conlangs is that one needs to truly understand the languages one is drawing from. Tolkein managed to create conlangs due to training in linguistics. Mandarin is already a difficult language with multiple tones, and trying to use it for conlangs without knowledge of how Mandarin works or a good foundation in linguistics is just a Sisyphean endeavor.

-Mod Sci

Four years of French wouldn’t have taught you about linguistics as a science or anything about the language families you’ve listed - Indo-Iranian, Sino-Tibetan, and Turkic, nor any Asian naming conventions. I agree with Niki that you need to narrow down your research.

Pur/pura means city in Sanskrit (ex: Gurdaspur, Hoshiarpur). Prayag is a place where pilgrimages are done. Naga isn’t a place name in Sanskrit (google says it means snake), nagar is and it means town. X Nagar is a very common name for places (Ex: Rajinder Nagar). Many cities in Karnataka have names ending in uru (Bengaluru, Mysuru, Mangaluru, Tumakuru, etc) but the language of Karnataka is Kannada - a Dravidian language and completely different family from Sanskrit (Indo-Aryan). I’m not sure where “pete” came from. “Bad” and “vaal” are common suffixes for places too (Ex: Faisalabad, Allahabad). A disclaimer that I do not speak Sanskrit, I speak Punjabi, which is a descendant of Sanskrit and in the same linguistic family (Indo-Aryan languages).

- SK

Also, This Is Not…Really Conlanging.

Hi OP. Linguistics refers to the science of studying how languages work, not the discipline of learning languages. And nothing shows that gap more than how you have thus far approached constructing fictional languages and toponyms.

The reason why Sci and SK have a lot to say about your place names is because they don't resonate—you have borrowed whole words into your toponyms (place names) from a variety of languages—without an accurate understanding of what these words mean, how they’re pronounced, where they’re derived from—and expected them to work together. I suggest you read the links below on why conlanging is not as simple as choosing some languages and mashing their IRL words together:

Why Using Random Languages Wholesale in your Fantasy is a Bad Idea

Pitfalls of Mashing Countries and Languages in Coding

In your city names, for example, you’re using star names from multiple languages that use different sets of sounds represented by different sets of historical spelling rules. “Cygn-” and “Arcana” stick out like a sore thumb—the fact that one “c” is /s/ and one is /k/ is an obvious flag that they are Latin-derived English borrowings. This is because spelling rules were created in Middle English to make sense of the mix of “c” pronunciations across words of Indo-European origin due to a historical split called the Centum-Satem division. This is a phenomenon that is very specific to our world history, and to the history of English at that. Ironically, in your attempt to avoid stock fantasy names (which also often fall into the Latin-derived English pit), you are taking the exact same approach to naming.

Like Niki said, your selections are far too broad to code under a single umbrella. Do you expect that whatever language that city name came from runs the full gamut of sound inventory & spelling variety that spans multiple continents and hundreds of languages? Because that’s not how languages work. (And yes, I mean hundreds. Indigenous languages and linguistic diversity are a thing. See Niki’s note about just the languages in Persia. And nation-states bulldozing over those languages and pretending it’s just one language is a thing. See Sci’s note about China.) I haven't even talked about the variation in morphology (how words are formed) or syntax (sentence structure).

Please just read or re-read my guide on “naming conlangs” in this post and start from there.

~ Rina

PSA ON CONLANGING AND FANTASY NAMES:

For fantasy language asks submitted after Nov 1, 2023, the asker must indicate that they have read Mod Rina’s conlanging posts linked in FAQ 2 (Guides and Posts by Topic) of the Masterpost under the question “How do I make a fictional language for my story?” While this is an older ask, we are posting it as an example to our followers.

Per our new rules, any questions that can be directly answered in or extrapolated from the FAQs, or questions that indicate that the relevant resources haven’t been read, will be deleted with a note in the Deletion Log explaining why.

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Edited for terminology errors

#asks #naming #languages #linguistics #Persian #Chinese #South Asian #worldbuilding #coding

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woso-fan91 · 4 months

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Christmas Miracle

Ona Batlle x reader

Ona and R are dating long distance and decided to celebrate Christmas with their respective familys but a strike of fate may alter those plans.

It‘s my first English fic and English is not my first language so please be nice.

Ona and Y/n met while Ona was playing for United and Y/n was on a vacation in Manchester. The Spaniard was smitten from the start and during Y/n‘s time in England they grew closer and fell in love.

They called each other everyday and texted whenever they had time and it became slightly harder when Ona returned to Barcelona and Y/n stayed in Germany where she lived. But their love for eachother was strong and now they were dating for two years. Y/n tried to tell her family and friends, that she was dating the Spanish footballer but they didn’t believe her, so she didn’t exactly bother to correct them anymore. Because of Onas hectic scedule and Y/n work, they decided that they had to celebrate Christmas apart again but Y/n was still very much smitten with the defender and vice versa.

Novembre 2023

After the dominant victory over Sevilla Ona and her teammates were in a bar for a couple of celebratory drinks when Salma nudged her gently: „Chica, your phone is going crazy.“ Surprised Ona took out her phone and the caller ID showed Y/n and herself smiling happily in the camera. Quickly she excused herself from the girls and answered the phone with a bright smile: „Hola hermosa.“

„Hola bebe“ came Y/n‘s voice from the other end and right away Ona felt something was very wrong: „What‘s the matter cariño?“ She heard shuffling from the other end and y/n‘s broken voice: „My dad…he‘s dead. He… he‘s gone Onita.“ Ona‘s heart broke hearing her girlfriend so sad and she decided to step outside: „Oh cariño, I‘m so sorry. I‘m checking the next flights to you, okay?“ „No!“ came Y/n‘s reply almost instantly: „You don‘t have to come Ona. You have important matches coming up and I couldn‘t ask for you to give them up for me…“ Ona looked surprised to the busteling street of Barcelona: „You don’t want me to come?“ Y/n sighed „Of course I want you here Ona, but those are important games and my dad loved watching you play so you would honour him by playing for him. Can you do that bebita? I just wanted to hear your voice and wanted to tell you that I love you.“ „I love you too cariño, very much so and I will play every game for him, I promise. What about Christmas though? Want me to come then?“ answered Ona playing with the promise ring y/n gave her the last time they saw each other face to face. Y/n sighed „You were so happy to celebrate your first Christmas back in Spain with your family bebe. I do not want to stand in the way of that. Your family is thrilled to have you back. Celebrate with them and we‘ll see each other in January like we planned. I would only destroy your mood because I know I will not celebrate Christmas this year.“ With a heavy heart Ona accepted Y/n‘s answer for now vowing to plan a trip to her girl, even if it will only be a day.

Christmas eve

Y/n, her mom and her brother with his wife were having dinner and Y/n was very much done with the day and this dinner. Ona was radio silent the whole day and Y/n missed her girlfriend very much. Her sister in law looked over: „What‘s gotten you so mopey?“ Y/n shrugged her shoulders and toyed with her drink lying smoothly: „Just tired and a migraine coming up.“ She looked symphatic when suddenly the doorbell rang. Surprised Y/n looked over to her mom: „Erwartest du noch wen Mama?“ („Were you expecting someone mom?“) She shook her head no and yYn opened the door only to let out a surprised squeal when she saw her girlfriend infront of her: „Bebe!“ Ona smiled shyly bundled up in a thick jacket which Y/n recognized as her own: „Hola mi vida.“ Y/n barreled in her girlfriends arms and buried her face in the defenders neck. With a content hum Ona wrapped her strong arms around her girlfriend and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/n‘s temple „Merry Christmas cariño.“

Y/n‘s family came to check on the commotion and found Y/n in the arms of a brunette girl who held her in her arms and kissed her lovingly. Clearing his throat Y/n’s brother asked: „Who‘s that Y/n?“ Y/n was put back down to earth by Ona but she wrapped her arm protectivly around Y/n‘s waist as she answered happily: „I‘m Ona. Y/n‘s girlfriend of two years.“ Curling closer against Ona Y/n smirked: „The girlfriend you guys didn’t believe that existed.“ Her brother and sister in law looked gobsmacked while her mom looked happy: „That’s why you told Dad and me not to worry about you.“ Y/n nodded and pulled Ona over: „Mom, Ona. Ona, my mom.“ Ona handed Y/n‘s mother the flowers she bought: It‘s a pleasure to finally meet you Misses y/l/n.“ She took them with a kind smile: „It‘s nice to meet you too Ona and please call me y/m/n.“ Ona smiled: „Very kind of you. And I‘m so sorry for your loss.“ „Thank you. Please come in. Do you want anything to drink or are you hungry?“ Ona smiled „A little bit. I only had a quick breakfast before jumping on the plane here.“ Y/n turned in Ona‘s arms and kissed her lovingly: „Thank you for coming. I love you.“ Ona kissey y/n back just as lovingly: „There is nowhere else I‘d rather be cariño. Mami and Papi send their regards and want to see you when you‘re in Spain.“ Happily Y/n nodded and made a plate for Ona to eat while the rest sat back down.

Placing the plate infront of the defender Y/n went to sit next to Ona but she pulled Y/n on her lap where she happily cuddled closer to Ona and stayed for the rest of the evening.

The next day Y/n, Ona and Y/m/n entered the cementary walking to the grave of Y/n‘s dad.

Ona held Y/n‘s hand and held a single rose in the other. She carefully placed said rose on the gravestone and began talking: „Hello Mister Y/l/n. I‘m Ona Batlle and I‘m your daughters girlfriend. I apologize that I wasn’t able to attend your funeral to pay my respect then but your daughter was pretty adement that I play the Champions League game and asked me to play those games in your honour which I do by the way. I hope I‘m able to make you proud. You have raised an exceptional daughter which I love with my whole heart and I intend to marry your daughter one day. I hope that I will have your blessing for that. I promise I‘ll treat her like a princess and love her for infinity.“ Just as Ona finished talking to the grave the sun broke through the clouds and the single sunbeam hit her straight in the face which made the Spaniard smile: „Gracias Mister Y/l/n I won‘t disappoint you. Merry Christmas.“ Turning around to face her girlfriend who had tears glistening in her eyes: „Merry Christmas cariño. I know you didn’t want to celebrate but I knew you needed me here. It was a gut geeling“ Y/n nodded smiling slightly: „Si bebe, I needed you. Merry Christmas.“ As they shared a sweet kiss infront of the grave, the sun shone warmly at the couple and Y/n smiled at the sky: „Merry Christmas Dad. Thank you for my Christmas Miracle. I love you.“

#ona batlle x reader #woso imagine #ona batlle #ona battle imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics

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timetohop · 5 days

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I want to wring Mu Qing's neck. I want to shake him and study the wrinkles of his brain. I want to iron him until there's something straight about this man.

Everything he says has five layers and for every action you have to jump through three hoops to reach his real motives. He has more wrinkles than a Shar Pei.

"I hear the Heavenly Emperor is not in the north at the moment, so this is probably a call for assistance from His Highness the Crown Prince, am I right?"

At first glance, a call-out - he's exposing to everyone that it's Xie Lian looking for help, effectively stopping anyone who might have wanted to help from doing so (plus another jab at Xie Lian).

But he's also helping Xie Lian here because XL is right - if another official had agreed to help only to then find out they'd been tricked, it would have put XL in a bad spot. So MQ is nipping that possibility on the spot, and I don't think that was accidental.

Thirdly, he's also confirming to himself that it's XL asking for help; while he doesn't get it openly, the refusal to answer speaks for itself. This is a minor point but still. (Also of course the sheer fact that he's lurking in the array all day just waiting for XL to enter it - Ling Wen's "these days" implies he doesn't usually spend so much time in the array)

He could've just said "I'll help" but no. I'm sure he had like a list of 100 reasons why he can't openly offer his assistance and they range from reasonable to ridiculous and are all equally important.

#mu qing #he drives me up the wall as a writer more than as a reader #like how to you write someone who is so convoluted you have to think around three corners just to get an idea of their actual motive?#he'll piss you off in one breath and you realise only three decades later that he actually helped you #tgcf #nighty reads

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wolffwish · 1 year

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More Than Just A Short Time

Warnings: Distressed reader, miscarriage, mentions of anxiety, panic attack, soft!Toto x reader,

A/N: Personal experience used here, so please be understanding. 2022 was the worst year of my life, losing a baby and my fiancé within 3 months of eachother. I’ve been wanting to write something for months, to try and help me cope with my emotions. This hasn’t been spell checked, I literally have finished it and pressed post. So please bear with me if there’s any mistakes or it’s not that great, or sonically cohesive. It’s literally a coping mechanism. I’ve also tried to incorporate Taylor Swift’s “Bigger Than The Whole Sky” as that song has bought me a lot of comfort. Thank you so much for reading and I hope soft Toto brings you comfort if you need it ♥️ my inbox is open to anyone if you need to talk about anything.

It’s been a long 5 days without Toto, and your physical health was declining by the hour. Your period was the heaviest it had ever been, but you didn’t want to tell Toto, because everyone has periods and usually, they’re nothing to worry about.

Toto knew you were struggling physically, and had been the ever-supporting husband that you could’ve dreamed of. Virtually working instead of heading into the office, skipping races and rescheduling meetings or holding them online— to the point where he’d be sitting on the bed with his laptop perched on his lap on Zoom with people at Brackley, with you sleeping next to him and him not taking his hand off of your head once, constantly stroking it to ease your pain.

He was away in Bahrain for first race of the season and it was the longest amount of time he’d been for a few months. You hadn’t been feeling that great in the lead up to him leaving, a bit run down and not your usual self, extremely tired and incredibly nauseous. You just assumed it was your birth control playing up again.

It was Sunday. Race day. You were feeling rough, and after yesterday’s ordeal in the ER followed by a strict instruction for bed rest and preferably someone with you, all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch, watch the race and wait for your man to come home.

You hadn’t been contacting him much over the past 4 days, mainly just good morning and good night texts, as you knew he was going to be flat out busy with media, meetings and all the other stuff that goes with the job he’d worked so hard for.

11am. You heard your phone ping, with his specific text tone and notification lighting up your screen.

💬 1 New Message: Toto🐺♥️ — Liebling, I have a free half hour. Can you talk? We need to talk.

“We need to talk”? You read it three times, making sure you were reading it right. Need? Panic sets in. Usually, when anybody receives a message of “We need to talk.”, ending abruptly with a full stop, that’s never a good sign, right? Right.

Before you could even start typing, he was ringing. Accidentally, you pressed the green answer button, steadily putting the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” - your voice broke as you awaited his response.

🐺 “Schatzi? Is that you?”

“What do you mean, is it me? You rang my mobile?”

🐺 “Oh. Thank god. I had a missed call from the hospital, they left a message asking me how you were after yesterday. I didn’t— what happened yesterday, I didn’t know you wen—“

“Oh my god, are you kidding?! They rang you?”

Anger that started in your stomach was slowly making its way up your body, flushing your red cheeks and making your hands grip the phone tighter. You were checked into the ER yesterday after having what you thought was a 3 day long, heavy and extremely painful period. You had to call the ambulance because you were bleeding so heavily you couldn’t control anything, and started to feel dizzy and weak. With nobody around, and Toto working, you had nobody to call.

🐺 “Come on baby, talk to me. Why did you visit the ER?”

You paused. You didn’t know what to say to him, but neither did you want to lie. You knew as soon as the ER nurse asked if you’d had any morning sickness or previous experiences of dark red heavy periods that this wasn’t just a period. You were having a miscarriage, not even knowing you were pregnant.

🐺 “Liebling? Whatever it is, you can tell me. It doesn’t matter that I’m here, ok? You are my priority, just let me in.”

“I can’t tell you over the phone, Toto. I’m sorry. Just concentrate on the race, and I’ll see you later. I love y—“

🐺 “No Schatzi, baby please, I can’t concentrate unless you tell me what’s going on.”

You knew that he wasn’t going to give in. Tears started filling your eyes and the pit of your stomach started knotting. Emotions got the better of you, your breathing started to get shorter and faster, even though you were trying to disguise every bit of it, so you didn’t make him panic even more. But you just couldn’t do it. You fell apart. You needed him, now more than ever.

“I’m sorry, Toto. I didn’t know. You know I’m on birth control, it was just a heavy period, and then the nurses started asking all these questions about morning sickness and the colour of it and they rigged me up to the machine and started doing all these scans and I was really scared and I didn’t know what to do and then they kept apologising to me and I was in such a state I didn’t know what they were talking about until they— until they said it wasn’t a heavy period, and I’d lost—“

That was it. Uncontrollable tears streamed from your eyes as you relived the worst day of your life all over again, for the millionth time. Hysteria creeping in and your adrenaline winning, you began to shake. You’d been reliving every second of it since you got home, and it took a lot of persuasion for you to the nurses to let you home on your own. But they all knew your situation, they all knew Toto and who he was, so they made an exception. You didn’t think they’d call him.

🐺 “Oh my go—, baby, I’m so sorry. Shit. I should’ve been there, I knew you weren’t right when I left, but I had no idea it could be this—“

“Don’t apologise Toto please, it’s not your fault, I just, I can’t wait to see you later. Please try and just do the race and I’ll be here when you get home.”

🐺 “I don’t care about the race Schatz, baby. I’m coming home now. I’m walking to Rosa right now, she’ll get me on the next flight darling. Hold tight for me, ok?”

You didn’t want to ruin his day like this, especially the first race, but you were done fighting with yourself.

“Ok.” - through tears streaming and sniffles of your nose to try and control your breathing, a simple ‘ok’ was the last thing you said to Toto before dropping the phone on the bed. You’d almost been in denial about the whole thing, and saying it all out loud made it more real. You pulled your legs to your chest, your body still screaming in pain from miscarrying, back pains so intense you feel like your spine is on fire and a headache strong enough to make you squint at any view of light.

You could hear the television in the background, the race build up had started and you began watching it hoping it would distract you from everything that was happening in your head at that very moment.

The grid walk started, and Martin Brundle was desperately searching around for Toto to ask him where he thinks the two Mercs’ we’re going to finish today’s race. He eventually came across Shov, who was ready for an interview.

MB: “I was hoping to talk to your boss, any idea where I can find him?”

AS: “He’s had to rush off, personal matter, so won’t be able to watch the race today, but I can answer any questions you may have - just not with as much Austrian flare as he does!” he tried to laugh and distract from the situation- but you knew social media was about to blow up.

A few hours passed, and the sheer emotional state you were in made you fall asleep at some point during the race. You woke up as the podium ceremony started, that damn Dutch national anthem again. You flicked over the channels and started watching some random nature show about birds. Anything but that damn podium.

Anxiously waiting for Toto to arrive, you kept drifting off to sleep, losing track of the time, until you heard a key in the door and footsteps running up the stairs.

“Schatzi, where are you baby? I’m ho—“

The bedroom door swung open and there he was, still dressed in his white button down shirt and black trousers, so damn handsome. Your man was home.

“Toto, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Tears streaming, you sat up on the bed, trying to adjust your body to a position you weren’t in pain.

“Baby, it’s okay. Come here, little one.” Toto softly sat down in front of you, cupping your face in both hands and softly brushing the tears on your cheeks away with the pad of his thumbs. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” He brought his lips up to your forehead, pressing the most gentle kiss just above your left eyebrow, muffling the words “Let go baby, I’m here now. Just let it all out.”

The reassuring words from Toto meant every single emotion waved over you like a tsunami, and you fell apart in his arms. The tears came streaming down your face as you leant forward into him. You adjusted your body so you were sitting side aways on his lap, legs resting on the bed and head resting in his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you like he was protecting the world, his gentle touches making you feel safer than you’d ever felt.

“Let’s get you into bed properly, baby, get you more comfortable.” Without hesitation, Toto stood up with you in his arms as he gently walked around the bed, making sure not to walk into any furniture or make any sudden movements. He slowly leant down, to lay you on his side of the bed. He grabbed a blanket, took his shirt and trousers off, walked round to the other side of the bed and got in with you.

“Are you comfortable? Do you need to move?” He asked as you started rolling over as he got into the bed beside you.

“I can’t get comfy, it’s so frustrating, everything hurts and I can’t move without feeling like I’m making a mess everywhere, it’s horrible.”

“Hey hey baby, it’s okay, don’t cry. It doesn’t matter if there’s mess, we can clean it up, okay? Come here, lay here.” He perched himself up on the headboard, his bare chest gleaming in the night light that was the only light on in the room. The smell of him just felt like home. Lightly tapping his torso, he helped you lay your head on his chest, right on his heart. You moved your arm over his toned tummy, slightly tapping your fingers over the grooves of his muscles.

“There we go baby, you just lay there and relax now. It’s okay, I’ve got you my girl.”

A few minutes of silence passed as Toto gently run his fingers through your hair, up and down your back and over your shoulder.

“Toto?”

“Yes, baby? What is it?”

“We’re never gonna meet her.”

You didn’t know if it was a girl or a boy, but your initial thought was it was a girl. You don’t know why. It’d been playing on your mind all day whenever you caught yourself thinking about what would’ve been, what could’ve been and what should’ve been.

A deep breath came from the pits of his stomach as he saw your heart break in front of him.

“I know darling, I know. But look…” he pointed out towards the night sky, a sky full of stars. A sky so beautiful, that you would’ve thought you’d made it up.

“She’s up there. She knows you’re looking at her. Hey, she’s that really bright one, look” he points to a specific star, that is, quite literally, the brightest one in the sky. “She’s bigger than the whole sky, isn’t she?” he looks down at you, as you’d cocked your head to see the star he was talking about. Making eye contact, one side of his mouth turned into a slight smile, as he leant down to kiss you on the lips. “I love you, little one.”

You kissed him back, finally feeling like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders now he was home.

“I love you too, Papi.”

He smiled down at you again, bringing his hand up to the side of your face and gently guiding your head to lay on his chest. You heard him snuffle, and felt a teardrop on hairline where your hair meets your forehead.

“Toto?” You looked up at him, tears in his eyes as he looked out of the window.

He responded immediately. “It’s okay, baby. I’m okay, I’m just so sorry I wasn’t here.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry for not telling you when it happened. I just didn’t want to pull you away from work and—“

“Baby listen to me. You are my world, ok? Nothing is more important than you. I would sail the seven oceans to be with you in a heartbeat. Don’t ever think anything is more important than you, Schatz. I love you so much it hurts.”

He looked down at you again, kissing the top of your head and stroking your hair. “You can rest now, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

You closed your eyes and felt your entire body relax into the indentation of his body, and sunk into the bed with him. The soft strokes of his hands over your arms, hair and back brought you more comfort than you’d ever felt before, and the sound of his slow controlled breathing meant your breathing started syncing with his. You both drifted off to sleep, holding each other close. His arms wrapped around you, you laying on his chest.

This was home. He was home. He is your home.

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I remember your poll from a while back with tutor!eunseok and was wondering if you could PLEASE please please elaborate on it??? BTW I like your blog a lott💗!!! Can i be 🦑 anon if you have them?

i'd be happy to elaborate :) and yes you can my love hi !

also i'm still not a fan of commas at the moment so i'll proofread and edit later !

tutor eunseok is so strict but it's only because he loves his pretty girl so much — no matter how much of a brat you are.

you piss him off all of the time: with your cute little miniskirts and constant teasing. he does his best to ignore you even if it's difficult for him — but when he reaches his limit it usually results in him fucking you senseless... whenever and wherever you are doesn't matter. eunseok'll find a way to get you behaving:

he's good for that. if he has to fuck you in the library bathroom to get you comprehending what he's saying... he will. "fuck! wait what if someone hears us? we're in public 'seokie!" he'd scoff before bending you over the restroom sink. "you didn't care about that earlier when you were trailing your hand up my thigh or when you were trying to slick touch my dick did you?" he landed a hard slap on your ass pulling your skirt up. "you haven't learned anything have you pretty girl? can you tell me what we were reading?" no you couldn't — you knew and so did he. you gulped. "i... we were reading..." you felt another firm slap land on the soft plush of your ass. "you can't."

needless to say he fucked it into you — that and his cum by yanking your panties to the side. he slid his fat cockhead into the tight warmth of your sopping cunt. "shit... 'got to fuck you stupid just so you can focus? 'so tight... ah... r-remember to... fuck! listen when i'm t-talking yeah?" you feverishly nodded your brain felt foggy feeling his girth stretch you out — his tip repeatedly kissing your g-spot buried in your gummy walls.

he's extremely efficient... his teaching methods are beyond effective and show incredible results — even if the method is lying on your back and making you recite your notes while he relentlessly thrusts into you. your tutor's very flexible — versatile... so of course these methods range from pinching your nipples whenever you get a question wrong to burying his thick fingers deep inside of your cunt as he reads off your essay and makes the necessary corrections:

"it's like you aren't even listening to me..."

"this is wrong... shit... how can you be wet right now — your grammar's awful y/n."

but he's not so mean... when you're good — he'll reward you by sweetly kissing your lips. he'll be even more proud when his pretty girl brings home full point assignments.

"look! 'seokie do you see it?" you're ecstatic. it's the first time you've gotten every single problem correct. "i'm so proud of you baby!" his arms snake around your waist and pull you into a tight embrace. "eunseok? thanks for helping me..." admittedly he was surprised hearing you express your gratitude. eunseok peeled you off of him pulling your face out of his chest. "aw look at you pretty girl... getting high marks and using your manners? you deserve a reward don't you — for being such a good girl?" you nodded eagerly.

but even wen eunseok's nice... he's still an absolute menace.

he could see how eager you were — desperate to be rewarded. "should i..." he lazily strung his words dragging them slowly on and on. "should i eat you out? or..." agonizingly slow... "or should i finger your cute little cunt until you're a squirming mess? maybe... i could just split you open on my cock? what do you think baby?" your cunt was already throbbing at the thought. you were desperate for whatever he wanted to give you. "how about all of it? hm? does my pretty girl want me to fuck her til she's overstimulated and stupid?" there was a sly grin forming on his face — he knew that's exactly what you wanted.

guidelines and disclaimers | i like this a lot. i might write up a part two or a full fic !?

#lil-ma-shae #riize smut #riize x reader #riize eunseok smut #song eunseok smut #eunseok smut #eunseok x reader #sharia : 🦑 anon!#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ lilmashae — proofread later !

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