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starjaeyun · 2 months

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gatekeeper — tsukishima kei !

— tsukishima assures that he is not embarrassed of dating you, you think otherwise

warning/s : fem! reader, misunderstanding 😁 & a small fight at the beginning, profane language, tinsy bit of angst, fluff & crack from the second half ‘til it ends

note : had this little idea while writing a kageyama drabble so they might be quite similar

“just give up already”

y/n’s tip-toeing came to a stop. seriously? this was the 4th time this week! with an annoyed groan, she turns around, fists clenched, brows furrowed, and it looks as though a tick mark was formed on her forehead. behind her stood her oh so loving boyfriend, tsukishima kei, who somehow always catches her trying to sneak in the volleyball gym.

“oh c’mon kei! why won’t you let me watch your practice?!” tsukishima sighed, “we’ve talked about this” he grumbled, why does she have to be so stubborn?

“don’t talk like those romanticized, toxic boyfriends on wattpad!” y/n hits his arm, which barely does any damage to him, “and don’t act like them as well!”

tsukishima raises a hand to fix his glasses, “are you saying i’m toxic?”

“i never said that! i just said don’t talk and act like—”

“so you’re implying it?”

“well, you’re going to be if you carry on with that bullshit!” tsukishima grows silent and stares at y/n, who had seemed to be reaching the highest point of her annoyed meter, which would then slowly escalate into anger.

after a few seconds of silence, he spoke, “take these, don’t wait for me and go home. cool your head” in each of his hands were his hoodie and an umbrella, which he brought with him on the way to the gym incase it might rain before they’re able to go back to the locker rooms. with y/n giving no sign of taking it, he placed it on her foot and carried on walking past her.

“i don’t understand you” tsukishima comes to a halt, looking back almost immediately upon noticing y/n’s change of tone. crap, was i too harsh?

“why are you acting like that if you’re embarrassed of me?” he couldn’t tell whether she’s sad or angry.

“acting? acting like what? and what do you mean embarrassed?!” his tone immediately gave away his nervousness.

“in school or when you’re with someone else, you avoid and act like you don’t know me but when we’re alone, suddenly you’re taking care of me! make it clear whether you love me or not to save both our time because i am not about to start losing myself for a boy who can’t love me the way i deserve!” it’s clear that she wanted to say more so tsukishima stayed silent. “if you’re going to love me, at least be honest with me! am i embarrassing or not?!”

“of course not!”

“then why?!” it was a miracle that y/n was not crying nor shouting at the moment.

tsukishima fully turns his body this time, “what’s embarrassing is my explanation…” and the mood suddenly lightens.

“TSUKISHIMA, YOU BASTARD!” tanaka and nishinoya’s yelling made tsukishima sigh.

“you call me selfish but keep shimizu-senpai’s sister all to yourself” kageyama grumbles

tsukishima stands still. hands clasped together behind his back and head bowed down. he looks like a child getting a scolding, or how the the freak duo looks whenever daichi catches their slip ups.

nishinoya and tanaka kneels in front of the first year. head bowed down as if they were praising him, and that they are.

“on this day, we honor you. congratulations on getting a shimizu!” they say in unison.

“you’re overreacting” tsukishima simply says.

“nope, i, too, would congratulate you tsukki. no offense, but you’re not exactly the ideal boyfriend” yamaguchi says with a finger under his chin.

“mhm! so you better treat her right tsukishima! she’s like our little sister” sugawara’s smile does not look comforting at all.

“call me if you need help in buying gifts!” daichi volunteers happily.

“and me if you need advice!” asahi adds.

“why are you guys taking my job?” shimizu comments while giggling. “but, i do think that tsukishima is just right for my little sister” she turns to look at her sister who was now playing around with kageyama and hinata, “she’s as chaotic as those two, he’ll be able to handle her. so i trust that i won’t have to worry much?”

“of course” tsukishima didn’t seem like himself at the moment. his eyes seemed to have soften at the sight of his girlfriend. he smiled, though not too obvious.

“why are you smiling like a male lead in a drama?” tanaka teased. and though tsukishima hates expressing his emotions to his teammates, he certainly loves poking their annoyance scale, “because this is what it’s like to love and be loved”

“Why are you making it seem like kiyoko does not love me back! she does love me! right? right?” tanaka gave kiyoko hopeful eyes and received no response aside from her turning around.

“I’m not talking about platonic love”

“WHY YOU—“

“KEI!” apparently, while he successfully annoyed the second year, his girlfriend heard what he said and would definitely never let it go.

“when have you been so sweet?! love and be loved? seriously?!” she bounced up and down, hands on tsukishima’s shoulder for support.

“she’s no different from the freak duo, i’m afraid” sugawara comments and laughs along with the third years.

“but am i really that beautiful that you had to gatekeep me from your entire team?” she laughed, still bouncing, and tsukishima only stood there with his smile never seeming to fade.

“if that were me i’d be receiving his train of insults by now” hinata says, joining the rest of the team as they watched how tsukishima seemed to be a lot softer around y/n.

“you’re such a gatekeeper kei!” she teased, this time, she stopped bouncing and have started poking her boyfriend’s sides.

“that he is! how dare he gatekeep kiyoko-san’s sister?!” tanaka kneeled back down on one knee with a hand on his chest.

nishinoya followed suit, “and what’s annoying is that she reciprocated his love!”

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morlao · 5 months

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Sisterly advice

▪︎Luke Castellan x fem!reader

▪︎daughter of Aphrodite

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You and Luke have always been close. So close, in fact, that newcomers automatically assumed that you were dating. The surprised look on their faces when the older campers told them you weren´t, was according to your siblings hilarious.

It's evening and you're sitting on your bed, your legs crossed, while Silena is braiding your hair.

Of all your half-siblings she is your favourite one. Loving, gentle and kind. She is the perfect definition of a daughter of Aphrodite, as she embodies everything that comes to your mind when you think about love - and you want others to feel the same way. They should also think of her and not your other siblings with their childish plays and cruel rituals of breaking others hearts. Maybe they themselves don´t understand what it means being the child of love.

Silena´s fingers run gently through your hair, parting it and intertwining the individual strands together.

“So… what about Charlie?”

You don't have to see her face to know that a smile flashes across her lips at his name. “What about him?”

“Did he finally ask you out?”

She laughs, trying to pretend that she finds the idea absurd. “We are just friends.”

You turn around and give her a look that expresses your opinion about it all too clearly. Don´t try to fool me, darling. I see what´s going on between the two of you!

Again, Silena laughs, gently turning your head forward again to finish the braid. “Okay, other topic. What about you and Luke?”

You copy her laugh. “What about us? We´re just friends.”

You could feel her rising her eyebrows. “Let me give you some sisterly advice: Just friends don´t look at each other like that.”

“Who did you quote? That sentence is so cliché!”

She laughs, taking a hair tie from your bedside table and wrapping it around your braid. “Well… maybe it is but it totally fits you and Luke.”

You turn around, giving her a skeptical look.

Silena shrugs and sits down beside you. “I mean… have you seen his smile when he looks at you? Also he constantly finds excuses to touch you. He improves your posture in archery, even though you are at least as good at it as he is. And – “ she looks at you triumphantly, “He gives you a kiss on the cheek every time he greets you or says goodbye.”

You feel your cheeks flush and cross your arms, trying to think of a counter argument. “A lot of people do that.”

“Yeah, but you´re the only one where Luke does that. Haven´t you noticed?”

To be honest: no, you haven´t. But now as you think about it in detail... it is true. When Luke greets one of the other girls, he just smiles at them.

“In addition, he immediately drops everything when he sees you”, Silena adds, “Yesterday he left in the middle of training because he saw you walking by and wanted to talk to you. Or on Friday, he was in the middle of a conversation with Chris and you waved at him. And what did he do? Exactly, he immediately jogged over. Also last week…”

“Enough!” You laugh, trying to make her shut up by covering her mouth.

Silena dodges you, laughing as you reach into the void. "He let you draw hearts on his sneakers! He watches the sunset with you! He bought you a bracelet for your birthday! You know, I could go on with this for hours." She steps closer, cupping your cheeks with her hands. “Believe me, sis: He´s in love with you!” Her voice is melodic, angel like even. Loving, gentle and kind.

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks and embarrassed you pulls away and cover your face with your hands. “I´m pretty sure he isn´t! You´re overinterpreting!”

“Nope, I´m a daughter of Aphrodite, I can feel it!”

“So am I! And I don't feel anything!”

Silena grabs her cherry lipstick. “Your reaction makes me think that you like him too!”

Did you like him? You weren´t sure. Of course he meant the world to you, but did you like him more as than a friend? Wouldn´t that be weird kissing him since you know him for so long?

"I'm not sure", you finally manage to say, rolling off your bed and taking a look at the clock. Fortunately, you can at least put the topic off for today. "Oh, damn! Come on, we are already late!”

Silena grabs your hand and leads you outside of cabin 10. It´s already dark and in the distance you can see the flickering flames of the campfire. Most of the campers seem to have already gathered there, their drink in their hands and a smile on their lips as they talk to their siblings and friends.

“Finally!”, one of the Apollo girls greets you.

Chris Rodriguez grins. “Why are the Aphrodite girls always late?”

That is definitely not true! You're not always late. Just most of the times. God, you hate being a cliché.

Luke lifts his head as he hears his brother say “Aphrodite girls”. He spots you and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. Immediately he walks up to you and hugs you, his lips placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

From the corner of your eye you can see Silena rising an eyebrow, as if to say "Well, what did I say?"

“You look amazing”, Luke whispers in your ear, before breaking away from the hug and greeting Silena with a smile. “Charlie is already waiting for you!”, he grins, nodding towards said boy.

Silena giggles, before walking over to him. Gods, it was so obvious that she was head over heels for him.

Luke takes your hand and leads you over to his place next to Chris, where he had already a blanket spread out for the two of you. “Mylady” He pretends to bow.

You can feel your cheeks blush as you sit down. “Thank you so much, Mister!”

Gods, somehow Luke always manages to put a smile on your face. You sit down and stretch out your legs, feeling the comforting heat of the fire.

As Luke takes a seat next to you, you can feel him slide closer, his arm touching yours. Feeling him beside you was comforting, the closest feeling you had to "home".

Luke Castellan. You tilt your head back and look up at the stars as if you expect to see his name engraved up there. You have always liked his name. Luke Castellan. It feels like a secret incantation on your lips.

You can feel his eyes on you. The flickering flames make his face look almost golden. Golden boy. Why didn´t you notice before how handsome he is?

The next song starts and immediately everyone joins in. They lie in each other's arms and rock back and forth, bawling Country roads.

Well, maybe it was just because Silena had told you, but Luke really seems to find exuses for touching you. He leans against you, his arm around your shoulders - even after the song has already ended. You enjoy feeling him so close next to you. The heat he radiates. His soft skin against yours. The realization hits you straight in the face. You had fallen in love with your best friend.

He looks at you and you can't help but smile. Fascinating how beautiful an evening with a campfire could be. For a moment it feels like gods and monsters didn't exist. For a moment everything seems peaceful.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” You can feel Luke´s warm breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear.

Your heart skips a beat. Did he notice the way you looked at him? Did he suspect something? Was Silena wrong? “Sure!”

Your voice sounds more enthusiastic than you feel.

Luke takes your hand and leads you away from the campfire, away from the singing and the laughter of the others.

You look at him, smiling nervously. “Sooo… what is it? Or did you just want to escape singing Knocking on heavens door.”

He shakes his head, laughing. “No, why would I want to miss Drew´s wonderful voice?”

You cringe at the thought of your sister singing louder than everyone else – and on top of that terribly wrong. She doesn't hit a single note.

“No, actually… Y/N…” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words. “Gods, you´re so beautiful.”

It´s not the first time that somebody told you that. In fact, being a daughter of Aphrodite, you had heard it thousands of times already.

Still his words felt special to you. Special because he wasn´t just anybody. Ä

He was Luke. Your best friend Luke. Luke who was always there for you, who comforted you when you had trouble with your family, who managed to make you laugh when you lay in your bed crying your eyes out over something your stepmother had said. Luke who you trusted with all your heart.

“I wanted to ask you if you'd like to go on a picnic tomorrow?” He avoids looking at you.

Why is he so shy about going on a picnic? That's quite strange since you´d done this a few times before. You had even found your very own spot with a fantastic view over the sea. There was nothing more beautiful than watching sunsets while drinking juice and eating biscuits. So why does he seem so insecure?

Luke seems to notice your confusion. “I meant as a date”, he clarifies.

You raise your eyebrow, your heart racing. “Are you asking me out?”

“Yeah.”

For a moment you stood there, perplexed. Why was it so obvious to the others while you had no idea?

"So... what do you say?" Luke looks at you, biting his lip nervously. He seems to assume that you aren't answering because you're looking for a way to reject him as gently as possible.

Quickly you step forward, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Yes, I'd love to go on a date with you."

"Really?" Immediately he blushes deeply. That must have slipped out.

"Sure, why wouldn't I?" You giggle, taking his hand. "I've known you for years now. You're kind and brave and one of the most caring people I know."

A laugh escapes his lips. "Wow, if I had known that, I would have asked you way earlier." His hand slowly reaches for your cheek.

You hold your breath as he leans forward and places a soft kiss on your lips. It didn't feel weird at all. The opposite, actually. Seems like sometimes best friends can turn into lovers.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. Soft kisses become more passionate. His hands run through your hair, slowly brushing loose strands out of your face.

When he pulls away a huge smile creeps across his lips. "I love you, Y/N"

You return his smile, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers. "I love you, too."

As you walk back to the campfire holding hands, Silena beams at you. "I told you, Y/N, friends don't look at each other like that."

You shake your head, laughing. "Your advice really is the best."

#percy jackson #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #daughter of aphrodite #silena beauregard

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bravo4iscool · 6 months

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As someone who is chubby and short af (I am 4'10" (147cm, please end my suffering and hand me that mug from the top shelf) can I get the 141 bois (or just Simon and Price) with a short!chubby!femreader?

as my first official request: YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND AHHHHHH. i wrote something for ghost and price hehehe…

i hope you like this :))

(masterlist)

Simon “Ghost” Riley

“Simon,” you almost yell through the kitchen. You’re on tippy toes, trying to reach for that one mug but it was just out of your reach.

You huff, giving up and start to nervously tap your fingers against the counter. “Simon,” you call for him again and suddenly a pair of arms wrap around your stomach.

You shriek, flinching at the sudden touch. “What’s it lovie?” he asks, amusement clear in his voice. He presses a gentle kiss to your neck.

“Can you hand me that mug,” you clear your throat, trying to hard not to get flustered. He knew how he was able to throw you off at any moment.

“What mug?” he asks, his hands leaving your waist, wandering down to grab your hips.

“That one,” you tell him, your finger pointing into its direction. “I need it so measure the rice,” you explain to your boyfriend, turning around to face him.

He smirks down at you while his arm reaches for that damn mug, caging you in against the counter. You swallow. Shit, he had power over you…

Simon places the mug besides you, that shit eating smirk not leaving his face. You raise your eyebrow, more than aware of the fact that he was planning something.

And then he lifts you up, his hands wrapping around your thighs with ease. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself and let out a yelp.

“Simon!” you then scowl at him. “I told you not to pick me up!” He places you on top of the counter and pulls you in for a kiss before answering your question.

“I know. I don’t care,” he mumbles, his mouth trailing down your neck, his hands playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing—his shirt.

“I’m heavy Si,” you say in a pressed voice, well aware of your weight at that moment. “You could hurt yourself,” you continue but he stops kissing your neck and looks in your eyes.

“Ya ain’t heavy t’ me.” He slightly tilts his head, confused by your statement. “‘nd I ain’t gon’ injure myself fr’m carryin’ ya.” He pulls you in for another kiss.

He knew your insecurities and he wanted to do his best to take them away from you. He even started training with heavier weights in the gym to be able to hold and carry you.

He ain’t gonna let you walk around like you weren’t his one and only love and girlfriend. You deserved to be spoiled, just like any other girlfriend or wife.

You want to open your mouth to say something but he silences you with another kiss. “Y’know what?” he humbles. “Gon’ carry ya ‘round the flat just t’ prove ya wrong.”

You wanted to complain but he didn’t let you. He picked you up again, urging your legs to wrap around his waist and then he left the kitchen.

He would show you that any man could, if he wanted to.

John Price

“Hey Sweetheart,” John mumbles as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

You sit on the couch, legs tugged under your body. “Hi,” you return the kiss, your hand immediately finding its way to his cheek.

“How was work?” you ask in a gentle voice as he sits down beside you and leans against your body. You start playing with his hair and he lets out a satisfied hum.

“Though,” he mumbles, his eyes closed already. “How was yours?” he then asks in return while his hand finds the way onto your thigh. He starts to gently caress it with his thumb.

You purse your lips before you answer. You promised you’d be honest with him. “Been getting some dumb comments again,” you quickly say, hoping he’d just take it but you already knew he wouldn’t.

No matter what, John always defended you and told you to ignore what other people told you.

You normally tried to take that advice but life was hard as a plus-sized woman, who was also short. You practically got shit from everyone.

“Don’t listen to them, Sweetheart!” John immediately tells you, his grip on your thigh slightly fastening. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

You let out a small chuckle at his enthusiasm. “You think so?”

He huffs, turning his head to look up at you. “I don’t think. I know. You’re my wife for a reason, no?” He starts to smirk as he leans up to kiss you.

You deepen the kiss and before you can even blink he pulls you into his lap, your legs on either side of his hips.

“Am gonna suffocate you,” you mumble between kisses as his hands wander to your hips to squeeze them.

“Bullshit,” he breathes out, pulling your hips down so you’re really sitting on his laps. “I’m a grown man. You ain’t gonna hurt me with anything.”

You grin into the kiss, pulling his closer to you with your arms around his neck. “Have I ever told you I love you?” you ask him after ending the kiss, leaning your forehead against his.

“Everyday…” he whispers, hugging your close. “And everyday I find myself loving you more than the day before…”

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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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Cherry, I want to ask you something, but idk if this is appropriate for your ask but I'll ask you anyways...

It's involving maturbating so yeah you've been warned 😅

So recently, I got me a rose and a dildo right😩 cause I'm a virgin, and I just wanted to see if I could get turned on or not, so I basically putting the rose I my 🫘 and it feels nice or whatever but u don't get wet 😗 so I'm just like 'ok maybe I should try the dildo' so my dumbass is just sitting over here baby oil on my dildo trying to insert it in my hole but I can't barely put it in :( mostly because I wasn't horny. So then I turn on

🌽orn and stuff and I watch a couple of videos, but nun of that turns me on, even tho what they were doing in the video looked nice but like I just wasn't getting turned on, like no wetness between my legs at all ☹️ so my question is

Is something wrong with my body, or am I just not attracted to men and women sexually?☹️😭😭😭

I'm doing this anonymous bc I'm afraid ppl will judge me :\

hey sweetness!! trust me, ur totally fine! (my ask box was looking like a sexxy red comment section a couple weeks ago so it’s all good 😭) but no need to be embarrassed or afraid, we’re all grown over here and this is a safe space so we should be able to talk abt these things. Trust, big sis Cherry got you! First thing, baby oil is like the huuuugest no no! never EVER use that as lube bc it will cause all types of infections and nobody wants that. As far as the rose or any vibrator for that matter, it’s not, at least imo, meant to stimulate you but rather add to the pleasure. So in other words, if it’s not already feeling like Niagara Falls, don’t even bother with it cause it’ll just feel like burning rubber. (sorry for the graphic but yeah! 😭)

and there is not a single thing wrong with you!!! please don’t ever feel like you’re not doing something right because you’re not in the mood at the moment. Nobody walks around horny 25/8, and if they are..well idk. The best thing you can do is not force it. Sometimes the thought may be there but the urge is not and when you’re not mentally and physically synced, it’ll just make it that much harder to enjoy (and make it painful!) also, those videos are incredibly staged and just viewing it sometimes doesn’t do it so my suggestion: try audios!! asmr, guided stuff, etc. for me personally, it helps soooo much more. Because idk about you, but it’s hard for me to watch two ppl I don’t know and get turned on. The sounds do it for me because I feel more connected. The best advice I can give though is RELAX, take time to learn your body, learn your ticks and dislikes, don’t force it and just have fun. Focus on other parts of the body (nipples, skin contact, etc) Always clean your toys and use water based, SAFE lubes and always ALWAYS go to the bathroom after using them to not get UTI’s. From one virgin to another, sis, wishing you well and that it gets better for you! 🫶🏾🥰

#cherry’s asks 🍒#nonnies 🍒🌹#love you nonnie <333 #wishing you the best

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rottencoreflesh101 · 1 year

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Do you have any fic ideas or are you working on some atm? I really like your ideas

also I love your art!

AAAAHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! LOTZ OF LOVE FOR UUUUUU!!!!!!!!

Also yes! I am working in a few fics and I have a few ideas!

They're all nsfw!

"Play Time" NSFW & FLUFF Harpy Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader (working on it but I might not finish it). Kyo returns home from a long mission late at night, he never mentioned you when he was returning, and he didn't hoot like owls do to make their presence known. You're running around in a goose chase bc you think you're locked in your home with a stranger when it reality is just your fiery bird man toying with you (its like final girl and killer type of ambience y'know?). He ends up making his presence known and carries you to the nest you both share wink wink.

"I said. BEG." NSFW Sub Shinjuro Rengoku x Dom Reader. This man is being a dick until one night you snap. This sudden behavior from you took him by surprise since you always look down and never dared to say a word at him when he snaps. You teach this man a lesson, embarrassing him and turning him into a pathetic mess in his own bed/futon.

"I'm about to take you back to church" NSFW Demon Genya Shinazugawa x Reader (abandoned). You went to church to confess your sins because that's what you thought you needed to feel more at peace. Father advice you to ask his adoptive son, Genya since he is a good listener and he's around your age so he might understand you better leaving you and him alone at church since Genya closes. You find it hard to confess, Genya comforts you to try making it easier for you and it still isn't enough. Genya turns into a demon dragging you to the altar, forces youto your knees and worship, beg and confess your sins.

"Leaver your scar" NSFW & FLUFF Genya Shinazugawa x Reader (abandoned). This one takes place in modern era. Genya is already in a piss-y annoyed mood texting his college friends for a group project, you sneak your way behind him and snatch his phone. This pisses him off even more chasing after you, both of you start play fighting with gentle pushes and what not but he still wants his phone back, so he pins you down on his bed and tries taking it back until you bite his shoulder as "self-defense". A groan leaves him, he doesn't move but neither he bothers to look back at you, suddenly he bites your shoulder, this shocks you and offer his phone back and he gratefully takes it back. He smirks and to your surprise he tosses his phone away to then get back to finish what you started. Like a wise man said "No calientes la comida si no te lo vas a comer" hmph!

"Pretty Thing..." NSFW Monster Gyutaro Shabana x Reader. You were on your way to your home till you hear the voice of a woman begging for help. You make you way to the source of the noise till you spot a tall figure with an animal mask you really can't figure out, it had a long silky hair tail, it was unhealthy skinny and pale.... you notice this figure is eating a group of people, feasting on one of the limbs of the woman who was previously begging for help. You quickly hide covering your mouth, thankfully the smells of blood and horrid smells masked your scent. You try sneaking away until the victim uncovers you making Gyutaro grab your leg and drag you out of your hiding spot. This man is full, lucky you for now but now he is toying with you and guilttriping you, he gets bored of your constant distress and not playing along with him so he decides to play with you in other ways. "You should be grateful lil' mice, that I haven't killed you yet... Now… open wide pretty thing..."

AAAAANNNDDDD thats it for now, Im also thinking that maybe I'll retouch on dracotaur Giyuu or a yandere Tanjiro but we'll see!!!

#fic #kny #kny smut #smut #anon #fic idea #wip #tanjiro smut #rengoku smut #shinjuro smut #giyuu smut #gyutaro smut #genya smut

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gabriel-xander · 7 months

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I Wish You Died Instead Ch. 3

[Scaramouce x Fem!Reader]

A/N: I started writing this before all of his lore came out/Before the last Sumeru Archon quest, so there will be a handful of inconsistency later on. My advice to you? Just go with it!

{Also on Quotev, Ao3, and Wattpad under Gabriel Xander}

Chapter 3: Farewell From Snezhnaya

“Don’t forget to change your clothes to something lighter as you get close to Liyue.”

“[L/n]-”

“Try not to move around the ship too much, you don’t want to get seasick so quickly and so often.”

“[L/n].”

“Stay hydrated, too! You’ll get thirsty faster since it’s pretty warm in Liyue.”

“[L/-”

“A-And don’t get in unnecessary trouble! I don’t want you to-”

“-[Y/n]!”

Kazuki grabs your hands from where they were nervously tugging at the collar of your uniform. He was one of the few who have yet to board the ship since Childe has yet to actually arrive.

You’re nervous about letting Kazuki go. He’s been your best friend since you two were kids, joined at the hip since the age of 7. It’s not so much the fact that you’re scared to let him go, or scared that he might get hurt or-Archons forbid-die in Liyue. Kazuki is a strong fighter blessed with a Pyro Vision and is a skilled fighter with a claymore. He's more than capable of taking care of himself.

It’s just…

Kazuki is your person.

You two didn’t have your masks on at the moment, but not having it made you feel exposed and it caused you to look away from him.

“‘M gonna miss you, Nao.” You admit quietly.

The brunette smiles and pulls you close for a hug, “I’m going to miss you too, [Y/n]. I’ll try to send letters as often as I can, I promise.”

“You better,” You reply, clutching the fabric of his coat, “Or else I’ll go to Liyue myself to kick your ass.”

“Aw, just for me? Am I just that special to you, [Y/n]?”

“Shut up, Nao. I’d trade you for a sip of water.”

You two pull away from each other with a laugh, beginning to feel a little better about the departure.

You shiver when a particularly strong breeze rises up, but that shiver was from a sudden tension rather than the cold as your stomach drops to your feet. You immediately summon your claymore (You don’t remember what it was called, Nao had gifted it to you. Prototype… Archi? Archaic? Something like that) and hold it above your head just in time to clash against-

“CHILDE?!”

Childe used his Hydro to create dual blades that clashed against yours. He uses the leverage to push himself back, dissolving the weapons and creating a polearm instead. You send your claymore back into the aether and jump to the right when Childe throws the spear at you.

The spear dissolves and some of it gets on you, making you colder than you would’ve liked. Childe stands away, summoning his bow oh so casually.

“Lord Childe!”

“Yes, [Y/n]?”

“Permission to speak freely, sir?”

“Permission granted!”

“What the fuck, dude?!!”

Childe laughs at you, doubling over while you just look at him confused. You’re literally just trying to exist but this ginger man really said fuck that noise.

“With all due respect, I don’t stand a chance against you,” You grin to mask your anxiety, “You’d kill me in a second.”

“Don’t talk like that! Not all battles’ purposes are who wins and who loses. In this case, the experience is most definitely the most important part.”

“?? Yeah, that’s cool and all but I still ain’t tryna fight you, Childe,” You wave your hands frantically as you start sputtering, “Pff-Uh-And anyway! Don’t you have a boat to board in like, right now??”

Childe laughs again and walks towards you, letting his bow disappear back into the aether. You sense the tension has left his body, so he’s probably not planning to attack but you stay on guard anyway.

The ginger stops right in front of you and pats your shoulder, “You have such a bright personality, [Y/n]! I definitely like this easy going side of you more than the facade you have for your boss. It’s refreshing to see someone as honest as you in a place like this.”

You clench your fists by your side and look away. You don’t want to be chummy or friends with anyone from the Fatui. Kazuki is the only exception for obvious reasons… You can’t allow Childe to be another exception as well.

“You’re also strong, [Y/n]. I can already see so much potential in you, and that’s not a bad thing. You can’t let someone like Scaramouche scare you into hiding that potential away. Only you can decide if you’ll use it for good or evil,” Childe smiles softly, “You’re a soft soul, don’t let the world or anyone else turn you into something you’re not.”

Your heart races from his words, praying to the Archons that he won’t be the cause of your sudden change of heart. It’s not as if you convinced yourself that you needed to be a cold bitch to survive…. but you convinced yourself that you needed to be a cold bitch to survive.

“Why are you telling me this?” You finally get the courage to look the Harbinger in the eyes, “You don’t even know me.”

But as kind as Childe is being to you (right now), his words alone can’t suddenly make all your problems go away.

“You’re right, I don’t. But I’d like to!” Childe laughs and pats your back, “You’re the only interesting person here! Honestly, it’s a shame I didn’t get a second meeting with you sooner.”

You sigh with exasperation. Childe is a type of person who goes after what interests him and stops at nothing until he’s satisfied. You suppose your potential friendship falls under that category.

“This is damaging to my reputation,” You say without any real bite to it.

“Reputation?”

“Yeah, of being a loner.”

Childe cocks his head to the side, humming quietly in thought as he crosses his arms.

“My Lord,” Kazuki (poor boy was third wheeling the whole time) steps up from behind you, “I got word that we have maybe a few minutes to board the ship before it leaves. It won’t wait for us any longer.”

Childe pouts ever so slightly, "Didn't I tell you to call me 'Liege' instead?"

You turn around and throw your arms around Kazuki’s neck, not caring for professionalism at the exact moment. You feel his arms go around your waist, squeezing you lightly for one last hug.

“You behave,” You mutter, “Don’t go picking fights. and don’t do drugs.”

“Yes, mom.” He groans.

“Ugh, don’t call me mom. You’ve seen me naked too many times to call me that,” You joked, but did you really?

“Mommy?”

“No.”

You went to pull away, but Kazuki squeezes you again. Your face morphs into embarrassment, not used to Kazuki showing you more affection than you show him. You pat his back and chuckle.

"Hey, come on. Don't get soft on me," You grin, "This is uh… ah-hahaha, 'is kind of embarrassing."

"Sh. Let me have this. Haa man… I wish I didn't have to go."

"Why do you have to go? You're not even his direct subordinate."

"Oh, that's because Kuzuzushi is my hype-man!" Childe says with a smile.

Kazuki pulls away with a heavy sigh, "It's Kazuki, My Liege."

"Wait-what do you mean he's your hype-man?" You ask quickly.

The brunette deadpans, "Are you only bringing me along to… hype you up??"

"Yeah! Isn't that great?"

HOOOOOONNKKK!!!

The boat's horn sounds loudly as the walkway is dropped, separating the ship from the docks.

Childe takes your hand and puts something on your palm. You don't get to see it since he moves your fingers to close it to a fist. He keeps that hand into his, smiling warmly while leaning his face close to yours.

It would've given you butterflies if you weren't consciously aware that this man was dangerous and has killed people before. Of course as always, the light never reaches his eyes no matter how sincere his smile was.

"Remember, [Y/n]. It's your life, and you get to decide how you use your own strength and power," Childe says with conviction, "Don't let people like Scaramouche scare you from being who you are. I look forward to seeing the type of person you decide to become when we meet again."

"I… Childe-"

"-My Liege, they're leaving without us! We have to go now!"

"Right! Let's go Kazuki!"

"It's Ka-actually, you got it right."

Letting go of your hand, the Harbinger and the agent run to the docks. Kazuki and Childe use their Visions to propel themselves into the air. Childe's Hydro almost immediately freezes due to the Snezhnayan weather. You see the ginger subtly lean towards Kazuki when they grab onto the side of the boat. Most likely because of Kazuki's Pyro Vision.

"Hype me up, Kazuki!" You hear the ginger say as he climbs up the side.

"Uhhh-FUCK IT UP, MY LIEGE!!"

"WOOHOOOO!!"

…

Boys will be boys, you suppose.

You look down at your hand to see what Childe had put there. You widen your eyes when you see it's one of his red earrings. You snap your head up to find Childe. He was already on the boat, safe and sound. You jog to the docks to get a closer look at the ginger who was watching you.

Sure enough, Childe was missing his right earring, the left one dangling from his ear almost mockingly.

You can't see the expression he's making, but from his energetic waving, you (correctly) assume he's grinning like an idiot. Kazuki was next to him, giving you the forbidden finger.

Fucker.

You're the only loser left on the dock, but you don't care. You watch them leave until you can't see people on the ship anymore, feeling a little warm from standing in the cold for so long.

That's probably a bad sign.

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"Why the hell are you late?"

"I almost died of hypothermia."

"Well, cut it out. We have things to do," Scaramouche frowns as he walks past you, "I gave you the favor of seeing off your comrades before they left. But now break time's over, you're back on the clock."

You hate this. You roll your eyes behind your mask and follow him out the office.

"Do you remember where that camp was located? The one the Treasure Hoarders are hiding at?"

"Yes, My Lord. Would you like me to prepare departure for today?"

"Yeah, but don't bring anyone else. It'll just be you and me. Everyone else is just incompete-... What the hell is that."

You frown while tilting your head to the side, "Sir?"

"That's Tartaglia's earring."

That's right, you had put on the earring on your right ear on your way to your boss' office. You had pierced ears, but upon joining the Fatui, you stopped wearing accessories in case it got in the way.

You don't know what came over you. Scaramouche's hand had suddenly come up to your vision, reaching towards the right of your head. You took a step back, your hand coming up to block him with your wrist.

"..."

Scaramouche was staring at you with surprised eyes, and you look back with the same expression.

"I… Please, don't touch that, My Lord." You take another step back and lower your head, your hand dropping to your side, "You don't know where it's been."

You're dead.

You're still alive.

But you're so dead.

The Balladeer rolls his eyes with a scoff, continuing his walk, "I liked you better before you met Tartaglia."

Alsnxnchakjslsm????

"We're leaving in an hour, [L/n]. If you're not ready, I might actually kill you this time."

"Yes, My Lord."

ARGH!

WHY IS HE THE WAY HE IS??

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milkws-world · 1 year

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Cold Hands// Simon Riley

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Rating: 18+(mdni)

Warnings: Smut, porn with a bit of a plot, slight choking, vaginal fingering, fem receiving, teasing, taunting

Summary: Simons hands are cold and what type of person would you be to not help him out?

A/N: Hey guys! I’ve read books and fanfics 4EVER. But this is my first time publishing anything. This was kind of written on a whim since I just wanted to get something out there, so it’s not gonna be the best. I don’t write very regularly but I’m hoping it’s something I can get better at. Feedback and any advice to better myself would be greatly appreciated! Thank you.

You knew it was bound to happen when he began complaining. The house was an oven with a flame that seemed as if it would never die compared to the harsh winds and freezing weather outside of your flat. Still, under the cozy, warm, thick sheets Simons hands were freezing. Keep in mind, this is a man who has literally survived temperatures that are below freezing while killing with his bare hands. Hands that have committed the worst of sins, so unspeakable that he’s shoved them to the deepest depths of his mind.

When these hands are on you though, it’s like they’re gliding over the softest silk. Savoring the feeling of the smooth and kind fabric, gentle almost. They’re calloused, rough, and worn out yet they drag along your skin as if it was a balm. Used to heal scars and sand out the rough edges. He has his moments, mind blurred by lust, where he handles and grabs at you as if you were about to disintegrate between his fingers.

So, when you’re sitting next to him in bed enjoying the new book you had picked up at that cute coffee shop a couple days ago. He starts complaining about how cold his hands were. You had to check for yourself cause there’s no way this grown man is really bitching about his cold hands. But to your dismay he’s telling the truth, you can tell they’re cracked and slightly paler than his usual complexion when he brings them up from under the covers to show you.

“Si, your hands are freezing”, you flinch away as he presses his hands against yours.

“You gonna help me out?”, he asks with that gravelly voice you love. You already know what he’s referring to just based off the smug look on his face. “You’re a nasty man, I’m trying to read my new book” you whine out the last word as he runs his cold hands over the top of your warm thighs. This was becoming too much too quickly. You had never really been this domestic with him before. Lying in bed together, you with your book, and he with his own thoughts admiring your face and watching your eyes skim from line to line.

“You ain’t one for the saints either, love” he starts inching closer to your face. He swore he could almost hear your heartbeat increasing as he got closer. You felt warm, as if you had spent the whole day outside on a sunny beach taking a nap. He could smell your shampoo and feel the evidence of the lotion you always applied after a shower. “Come on, you gonna let me loose my hands to frostbite? How am I gonna be able to touch this perfect body without hands?”

“You have a mouth don’t you? Could live off of that for the rest of my life” you answer while shrugging your shoulders. He looks at you with disbelief almost, before he backtracks and says “I don’t doubt it, could spend the rest of my life tasting every inch of you”

“Alright easy big boy, let me read a couple chapters and then I’ll take you up on that.” To compromise for his suffering, you grab one of his hands and put it between your warm thighs. Closing around his hand like an oyster trying to protect its’ perfect little pearl. His hand was right by your crotch but not quite, if he moved his pinky a centimeter he’d be touching you.

“Hmmm” he moans in satisfaction towards your action “much better.” Soon enough, he just can’t get enough so he moves you around so you’re sitting right between his thighs. His back is sitting against the headboard and your back is against his chest, both of his hands between your thighs while your book rests against your bent knees. Your hands are gripping the book, trying to keep a hold on yourself while his hands practically engulf your thighs.

Then he starts moving and you know you’re done for. His hands start teetering downwards, the tip of his fingers sliding through the cracks on your shorts and skimming the stitching on your panties. He can see your chest rising up and down rapidly from this angle, he can also see the way your knuckles start to whiten around your book.

“Simon, let a woman enjoy her book in peace” you sigh out as you rest your head against his shoulder in desperation. You’re already starting to feel dizzy, mind starting to fog with the feeling of his hands on you. “But you feel so warm, just let me make you feel good for a little.” Who were you to say no to such a nice request? Especially when you can practically feel the shake within this hands, desperate to touch you and please you. He loves to see you withering and moaning over the simplest of touches. He honestly didn’t even have to touch you, his voice was more than enough to send you off a cliff.

His hands start to rub circles around your clit over your panties. You were already breathless and Simon was trying his hardest to drag this out for you and not shove his fingers in you right then and there. So he goes slow, let’s you feel his shallow breaths against your neck, his rough fingers rubbing your already sensitive clit creating more friction with your panties in the way.

“Fuck Si, feels so fuckin’ good” your breaths were starting to shift into noises. Breathy little moans being pulled out of you with each movement. He responds just as breathless “I know kid, can feel how much you want my fingers already” his fingers dip down a little to feel the wet spot forming by your slit.

He feels like like a bucket of water being dumped over you after a hot day. Refreshing and bringing your senses to the highest caliber they can go. Everything he did was with a purpose, there was no touch or light skim that wasn’t done without one. He knows how your body works just as much as your mind. You were smart, calculated, and good under pressure. Just not under the pressure of his fingers.

“Take these off” he gestures to your shorts and panties. You obey faster and easier than you would’ve liked if you weren’t so drunk off of him than you already are. As soon as your situated back in place his fingers slide down to collect your slick. “fuck baby, barely even touched you yet” he rasps out.

You mewl like a cat in heat, and you can feel how hot your cunt is. You know because as soon as his cold fingers make contact with your clit you’re trying to squirm away. But his free hand is wrapping around your shoulder and his hand is splayed across your throat. Not as a threat but a warning.

“Keep on squirming like that and we stop every time you try to move away. Got it?”

“No, no, no please. I’m sorry” you beg. But it’s so hard when he’s already starting to make you feel so fucking good.

He’s still rubbing circles over your hard clit, Your quiet moans and his harsh breathing accompanied by the sticky sounds of your cunt are the only things you can hear. Your head feels like it’s pounding with the rhythm of your pulse, your knees are locked tight and all you can see is the ceiling and the side of his face still slightly covered by his mask in your peripheral.

He spreads your cunt wide open with two of his fingers. Watching the way you clench around thin air, desperate for anything. He starts rubbing your clit again until he’s sure you’ve created enough slick to slide his finger in without difficulty.

His fingers suddenly dip down again and he inches in only the tips of his fingers into your cunt. “Come on kid, you know what to do if you want more.”

“Oh fuck, please Simon wanna feel your fingers in me already. Let me warm you up, please.”

“Hmm, come on you know you can do better than that.” He’s testing you, seeing how long you can beg and cry to him until you shatter like porcelain glass under his heavy boot. So you comply again “Gah, please Simon. Please, please your fingers feel so good. Makin’ me dizzy, just want you to finger me till I can’t remember anything but your name. Please just give it to me.”

That seems to do the trick cause he shoves his finger as deep as it can go. And fuck you feel like you’re about to have a seizure. It’s just one finger but fuck you feel like you’re gonna come already. He’s holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, as if you’d crack under the pressure of a single needle. But the way he starts moving his hand says otherwise.

He starts with slow strokes but he starts speeding up with your begging. “Need more, please Si” you’re able to get out in between your moans. “Need more what darling? Come on use your words.”

“Mmph, another finger please. I can take it, i want it.” He knew he was able to reach parts of you that you couldn’t on your own. He had forced you to touch yourself in front of him once. Your hands were nothing compared to his, you realized this when he took out your fingers from your cunt and forced his own in you.

“Can’t make yourself feel this good eh? Can’t reach those tiny little fingers to that perfect spot like I can” he catches you off guard by shoving in two more and fuck. If you weren’t dying already then this is definitely the end for you. The stretch burns but his fingers become coated in you, making it easier to slide in and out of you. Then he curls them the perfect amount, hitting that spongy spot between your walls every time.

His other hand inches down from your neck to your tits and he starts pinching and rubbing at your nipples, alternating between each one. His mask is slid up right above his nose giving him the opportunity to kiss at your shoulder and neck. You don’t even realize until you feel his tongue sliding from your shoulder right up to that spot behind your ear. He sucks and bites, apologizing by sliding his wet tongue over your skin.

His attack continues and you can feel yourself right at the edge. As if you were standing on a diving board, jumping up and down but never quite jumping forward and into the bliss that awaits you. Your skin feels hot and sticky all over. You’re sweaty, it’s building up behind your neck and in the crease between your knees. The skin between your thighs and around your cunt is glistening with your slick due to the rapid movements of Simons hand. You can hear the way your cunt is drenching his hands to the point where they’re pruny and it’s sliding down all the way between your ass.

“Fuck baby, im so close” you let out between hiccuping breaths and whiny sounds. “Oh god, feels’ so good.”

He can tell you need a push, can read your body like a fortune teller reading a palm. So his other hands slides down from your tits and to your clit. He starts rubbing harsh circles and in pace with his hand. You can feel that knot in your stomach tightening by the second. You feel like a meteorite slowly deteriorating but burning hot as you pass through the earths atmosphere. Your hips already feel sore and your body starts tightening up and crumpling into a little ball against him. Your head is pushed as far as it can go and you can hear his soft words of encouragement right against your ear.

“Come on kid, you can do it. You’re right fucking there just let it out like a good girl for me. Just cum all over my fingers, I got you baby I got you.”

Then it all pops, and you can’t hear or see anything. All you can do is feel and feel. You can feel the way your cunt clamps down on his fingers, how your muscles go rigid all over your body, and the way that warm feeling spreads out from your stomach all the way to your scalp and toes. Your eyes are squeezed tight and your hands are grabbing at his thick thighs. It feels like it lasts forever, like you’re suspended in zero gravity but soon enough you drop down to the surface. It’s slow though, you can feel yourself slowly unclenching around his fingers. But your tight little cunt starts to spasm around him.

“Oh fuckkk, look at that. Did so good for me darling. Look so fucking perfect like this, ruined around my fingers just for me” he coos into your ear as he drop down his stubbly chin to caress it against your smooth cheek. The sensation bringing you back little by little. He slowly slides his fingers out of you, causing you to whine at the sudden loss.

“Are your hands warm now?” you joke.

“Fuckin’ hell, they’re more than warm, they’re drenched in you kid.” He starts to plant kisses around your cheek until he reaches your mouth. You realize this is the first time he’s kissed you this whole time. You missed his mouth and his talented tongue. So you let yourself bask in it and savor it.

You turn your head so you can have a better angle toward his mouth. It’s soft but hungry, he’s sliding his tongue over your own and over the roof of your mouth. Then he suddenly parts from your mouth but you don’t have time to complain cause he’s shoving his fingers in your mouth. You can taste yourself, tangy and warm. You’re moaning around his fingers at the taste and you scoop every last drop with your tongue. Then he replaces his fingers with his mouth again and he’s moaning at the taste of yourself. Swiping it off your tongue with his own and memorizing the way you taste.

“Still have something to prove to you though.” You look at him with confusion, eyelashes already wanting to shutter close with sleepiness.

“What do you mean?”

“That I can live with my tongue between your thighs forever”

“Simon, I can’t” you plead to him. He could hear the panic laced in your voice with what he was insinuating.

“Oh you can darling, and you will.”

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mbti-notes · 18 days

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Anon wrote: hello mbti-notes. very glad to see you still active. you have helped me through a rough patch and continue to support people becoming a better version of themselves :)

On this topic, I wanted to ask a question. I am an ENFP, mainly confirmed by you, and throughout the years it has proven to be my correct and true type. I've noticed though that stirring from long-ignored mental issues and a bad childhood, my personality has very conflicting aspects. I have been officially diagnosed with anxiety, depression and some other miscellaneous conditions.

Despite being an ENFP, I seem to be in a constant loop with very frequent neurotic Si dips. As a child I would present a very clear, positive version of my type, but as the years went by, my issues went brushed under the rug and have since caused this wreck of a person. Even though Ne should be my most "comfortable" function, I find that it's extremely hard for me to "accept" the way that it wants me to live my life, my deepest desires, and I keep holding myself back.

My anxiety has caused me to become closed off to any opportunity, and even when I consider it, I brush it off as too 'scary' to do - try a new hobby, meet new people, go places alone and experience life. It has made me doubt my type over and over again, but there is truly no other type that fits better, it's just that I continue to deny how my brain sees life, only exhibiting the more negative parts of it.

I was wondering how I could deal with these conditions when a part of me finds it so hard to let go - like it has been so long that now it's forever a part of me. My truest self has these desires to let go, but my body is physically stopping me, somehow forcing myself to ignore what truly makes me - me. Thanks a lot in advance.

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You'll notice that there is a disclaimer at the beginning of the Type Dev Guide. I have to put it there for the people who are drawn to my blog for self-improvement but unfortunately are not yet psychologically ready for function development. Ideally, function development helps you identify the missing or weak aspects of your personality so that you can realize more of your positive potential. However, when you have extraneous mental health issues that remain unaddressed or unresolved, you are not in the right frame of mind to realize more of your potential. Mental health issues make people more likely to take advice in the wrong way because their thinking is too distorted. The risk of self-help is that, without expert supervision and guidance, it's very easy to misinterpret and misapply ideas. I've seen it too often.

It's like the difference between trying to decorate a house in disrepair versus trying to decorate a house that's on fire. Decoration and repair can go hand-in-hand. But a fire? A fire has to be the number one priority, doesn't it? The danger in attempting function development while the house is still on fire is that you might inadvertently be throwing even more fuel on it. Your "fire" is the anxiety. While the process of becoming more aware of your functions might give you better insight into anxiety and how it operates in your mind (you've described it quite well), it won't cure the anxiety. Under the cloud of anxiety, trying to develop better use of your functions could potentially make your anxiety worse because, as you fail with Ne again and again, your self-esteem gets hit again and again. Negative past experiences are a major contributing factor to anxiety.

Anxiety is a natural and healthy emotion that serves to protect you from threat or harm. However, anxiety becomes maladaptive when it is irrational: 1) you feel anxious even when there is no objective threat or possibility of significant harm, and/or 2) the level of your anxiety is quite disproportional to the threat/harm that you might encounter.

Anxiety disorder means there's something deeper going on, there's something out of whack that's producing too much anxiety. It could be: a neurological imbalance, poor physical health, extremely low self-confidence, cognitive distortions, fear of failure, negative past experiences, living in a hostile environment, socioeconomic struggles, etc. Whatever the root causes are, you have to address them properly. When anxiety becomes severe enough to interfere with living, it's a good idea to get professional help. You say you've been "officially diagnosed", so does that mean you're currently in therapy? If so, is it helping with anxiety or helping you improve your emotional intelligence? Is the method of therapy well-suited to the problems you're trying to solve? Once you learn how to manage anxiety better, you'll find that function development goes much more smoothly.

Generally speaking, to manage anxiety better, it's a good idea to start with very small steps that only stretch your comfort zone a little. Also, break big goals down into many small steps. As you take small steps successfully, your confidence gradually increases, and you'll eventually feel better about taking bigger and bigger steps. Ns often suffer from unrealistic expectations. Remember that taking small and incremental steps is the best way of making consistent progress over the long term.

#enfp #anxiety #development #mental health #ask

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ominoose · 4 months

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Abandoned Fic

Steven/Marc/Jake - Onlyfans Xmas Editions

I'm so sorry gang, I've tried my best at this but it aint working, so I am giving this fic up so anyone can enjoy the bare bones or someone can steal and adapt it. I apologise for my transgression of not finishing the Moon Knight Gang Bang, but it is what it is amigos.

There was a comfortable rhythm to how each man came and went from their shared flat. Jake was out most of the time, doing things even God likely didn't want to know about. Marc was out half the time, doing odd jobs, going out for a run. Steven was the homebody of the bunch, comfortably sat at home, cocooned under blankets as he leafed through yet another Egyptology book.

The one time they were guaranteed to be at home together was for a Sunday dinner. It was Stevens idea, one he stubbornly insisted on with wet puppy eyes and a trembling bottom lip. Now it was their routine, a way to catch up on each others daily goings on. What it wasn't supposed to be was the catalyst to Jake and Marc confronting Steven about his Onlyfans.

"So... Marc found this curious little video online Steven. Si, there's this guy with his dick in his hand, all sad and crying, British and what not. Looked just like you."

The matching smirk was lethal.

What followed was an awkward conversation that had the Brit mentally booking flights to Antarctica and trying to remember how Marc had gotten forged documents. Despite his absolute horror, both had been receptive, saying they appreciated the extra income. Steven even found himself rambling about how it all worked, the events, even the Halloween special (minus the homemade pumpkin pie.)

When the pair offered their help to make a Christmas special, he'd been stunned into silence. Being supportive of his more... intimate method of making rent was one thing, but helping him organise things? It should've set off big, flashing red alarms in his silly mind how much they were taking to it, but Steven was too high on having them both engage with his interest.

After all, he did end up leaving the Halloween special to the last minute and that only ended up being a success thanks to a fans odd (yet incredibly lucrative) request. Steven didn't want to leave it to chance this year, he needed something big, something inciting to compete with the market and do something worth stealing attention on Christmas eve.

The usual set was decorated to the nines, tinsel hung from the top, blow up candy canes at the back and softly blinking fairy lights framing the entire set up. Jake had been the one to help set it up, even dusting off his toolkit to put together the new camera stand Steven had bought and fell over whilst attempting to put it up. The Latino's mood was far too chirpy as he whistled atop the ladders, screwing some poles to the wall for Stevens green screen. Another sign.

Marc's idea of help had been more personal, nodding encouragement at Steven's ideas, adding in his own advice here and there.

"Why not add baubles to the tinsel? Maybe you should wear something festive? Just an idea, obviously. I don't know, you said you'd used all your... 'props' before, isn't Christmas partly about getting new things?". How did Steven not see it coming?

Despite the actual nature of the topics, the support was nice, lovely even. It felt like something had finally clicked between them all, oddly enough. Like a gap being bridged. None of the trio had felt closer in Stevens eyes, especially on nights when a pen was nestled behind curls on his ear as he furrowed over notes for future streams, bouncing ideas off the two before slowly falling asleep on a leather jacket or denim shirt.

When the night finally arrived Steven looked at the set with wide eyes, the soft fairy lights twinkling, mistletoe hung at the top of the screen and a little green tree stood merrily at the side. It was perfect.

Both Marc and Jake had agreed to leave the flat for the duration of the stream, but as Steven pulled his candy cane stockings on, the door creaked open.

"Dios mío, I knew they were gonna look good but this is something else..." The gravelly voice had Steven jerking upright, face a warm red.

"W-What are you both doin' still here?! I thought you left-"

#omiwrites

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someone-named-adel · 1 year

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Warning:Kidnapping, death, and yandere behavior are mentioned, pedophiles, crooked cops, and drug addicts are also briefly mentioned, but nothing "serious" or very descriptive (I think).

(There are also insults, sorry, but I love to write obscure things and put some bad vocabulary in it)

(please tell me if I forgot to mention anything)

Reminder: I do not support people who claim to be yandere or who act like one, this is all fiction, and it should stay that way, if someone you know acts this way, you should stay away from that person Or ask him nicely to go to therapy

(And if that person keeps fucking around, go and hit that person in-)

(ah, it contains sensitive topics, I am not responsible for anything, since you are going to read at your own risk)

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(puede o no que agregue más etiquetas cuando revise minuciosamente esto/I may or may not add more tags when I double check this)

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Advertencia: se mencionan el secuestro, la muerte y temas breves de yandere, también se menciona brevemente a pedófilos, policías corruptos y drogadictos, pero nada "grave" o muy descriptivo (creo)

(También hay insultos, perdón, pero me encanta escribir cosas oscuras y meterle algo de mal vocabulario)

(por favor, díganme si olvidé mencionar algo)

Recordatorio: no apoyo a las personas que dicen ser yandere o que actúan como tal, todo esto es ficción y debe seguir siendo así, si alguien que conoces actúa de esta manera, debes mantenerte alejado de esa persona, o decirle que vaya a terapia.

(Y si esa persona sigue jodiendo, ve y golpea a esa persona en sus-)

(ah, contiene temas sensibles, no me hago cargo de nada, ya que vas a leer bajo tu responsabilidad)

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Guide on how MC can survive the misadventures of the city that never sleeps (or can fail miserably and dig a hole so big that the light will be seen as a fairy tale)

For: $³R£///

To: My dear MC~

[You don't know me, but, I know a lot about you, and don't worry, I'll help you survive in that... Nasty world.

Use this guide very carefully, you do not know the dangers you can attract if you did not have this paper to guide you in your //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

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Take care, and follow my advice to the letter ]

1) first of all, you should NEVER but NEVER go to New York City, there's no telling if you might run into the "friendly" beings that inhabit the area, and I'm not talking about the muggers, rapists, pedophiles, corrupt cops, and all that crap in general that is unfortunately plaguing the whole world.

No no no no, I'm talking about the beings who are in the shadows, the inhabitants who will never go to the surface in the daytime unless absolutely necessary (or they feel so bored that they will inevitably go out into the city to do whatever foolish things a teenager with full energy can do), those who are "heroes" of the city, but are not recognized as such by its inhabitants.

if for some unknown reason, you inevitably HAVE to go to New York, then you'll have to keep reading this guide (how unlucky do you have to be to go anyway to a place that has a red flag stuck in its name?) :

2) you will always have to go during the day to do your business (buy groceries or things that are needed in your apartment/home, visit a relative or do the typical things that the average person does), try not to be outside the safety of your home when it's getting dark, because you can be a walking target of anyone with bad intentions in that case.

Seriously, no one wants to see some kidnapping/murder/assault case on TV on a Monday morning, because it's the worst way to start the week.

3) Please, BUT PLEASE PLEASE avoid alleys, or, just any place with very little lighting or population, that also makes you a potential target for muggers, kidnappers, ill-intentioned drunks, violent drug addicts with a very fucked up debt or The Foot Clan, or any other weird cult with equally weird names (seriously, why in some way or another does MC always encounter some weirdo in the alleys <<cof cof cof, purple dragons, a sick motherfucker, or any other weirdo you can imagine cof cof cof>> I mean, how the fuck can you be so unlucky my dear friend? ), Instead, opt to go to busier streets, with more lighting, or with some police presence (they don't do shit ever, but it can give you a sense of calm and security, even if it's minimal and doesn't prevent your paranoia).

Ah, being in alleys, dangerous places, or very dimly lit streets also increases the odds of encountering these aforementioned heroes.

(But we both know that really has to be the last thing you want, right?)

4) if you somehow have to ENTER a DARK STREET or LITTLE LIT street in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT for whatever reason, you should at least be prepared for whatever happens, either by having your keys in a certain position in your hand to be used as a weapon, or maybe you can use your self-defense skills (if you took classes in that, of course), if not, then quickly think of something that can help you in a desperate life or death situation, I guess, apply some of what you saw in action movies, because really, nothing good can happen once you're in New York (especially with all those weird... Mutants? Loose on the streets, but arguably it would be better if you were attacked by some drunk or drug addict, in which case, if something serious happens to the guy, you can use the excuse of self-defense, and they can find some trace DNA if you scratched his skin with your fingernails to track the person).

5) Well, if you have a part time job during the afternoon/evening or whatever, you should make sure to NEVER leave any valuables in plain sight both inside work, and on the way home, remember all will not always be quiet, the whole scenario can change overnight and cause you to be seen on the news as someone missing/dead (this applies in real life too, there are sick people on the streets, be careful people, because from one second to the next you can lose everything, or they can lose you), be aware of your surroundings, one wrong step and you will fall on the sidewalk.

(Seriously, take into account your safety, nobody would like to suddenly receive a message from the police/an acquaintance notifying the death of a loved one, at least I could not bear to know that a relative or person close to me died or disappeared overnight, or that I was the missing/murdered person).

If for some reason you know turtles, then follow my advice:

1) Never let Donatello repair any object of yours, there is no telling if he can put any trackers or bugs inside (or both).

2) walk carefully being close to Leonardo, he is more than he looks, and never touch any of his nerves, try to keep the peace especially with him, because you don't know for sure how he will act if you pull the wrong thread, and you don't want to know that, do you?

3) flatter Miguel angel, you should not be so affectionate, but don't be so cold to him either, be seen as a friend, but not a close one.

Make sure you let him know that you are not derogatory towards him, and never, but NEVER say anything hurtful about anything about him in front of his family, you will be in big trouble, and I honestly don't think you will get out of that situation unscathed, not considering that these guys are attached to their family and, with a very good strength.

Oh by the way, there's also a chance you'll end up in debt overnight, and you don't want to know how many zeros are in debt (funny, isn't it?).

4) Raphael, oh sweet and dangerous Raphael.

Where should I start?

NEVER let him overstep your boundaries, don't let him get too attached to your hip, be nice to him, but keep your distance, he's a nice guy, but we don't want him to show you the other side of his love do we?

oh, don't forget that for him, his family comes first, watch your words, and any criticism, don't say it.

Maybe you'll thank me for the advice later.

5) keep a good relationship with his "father", as that relationship can save your life (or doom it, whichever comes first).

6) show your limits to the hamato family, and, if they don't respect them, you must force them to respect them, after all, if you don't teach the limits you have at the beginning of knowing each other, and demand that they respect them, as well as you will respect theirs(you MUST respect their limits, there is no choice), it could make that this family's attitudes could become... strange, and when you least expect it, they will invade your privacy furiously, as if you take a dangerously dirty object away from a baby that you were ordered to take care of because you saw it about to put it in its mouth, and it will start crying so loud, it will break the windows of the house.

Step firmly on the ground and frame your boundaries in gold and silver, in a high place where everyone can see them.

If for some reason they behave... strangely with you despite having followed all my advice, you must keep something important in mind.

Do not allow them to invade your home without permission, and, if you give them permission, make sure they do not do anything suspicious, and watch their movements in detail, always be cautious, ALWAYS.

Now, if for some reason they have entered your home.

Then you have to-.

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«CRACK»

“Ooh my beloved MC~, where are you that I do not see you? ”

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Guía sobre como MC puede sobrevivir a las desventuras de la ciudad que jamás duerme (o puede fallar miserablemente y cavar un agujero tan grande que la luz será vista como un cuento de hadas)

De: $³R£///

Para: Mi querido MC~

[no me conoces, pero, yo sé mucho sobre ti, y no te preocupes, te ayudaré a sobrevivir en ese... Asqueroso mundo.

Utiliza esta guía con mucho cuidado, no sabes los peligros que puedes atraer si no tuvieras este papel para guiarte en tu ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

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Cuídate, y sigue al pie de la letra mis consejos ]

1) primero que nada, JAMÁS pero JAMÁS debes ir a New York City, no se sabe si puedes toparte con los "amigables" seres que habitan por la zona, y no hablo de los asaltantes, violadores, pedofilos, policías corruptos, y toda esa mierda en general que está desgraciadamente plagada por todo el mundo.

No no no, yo me refiero a los seres que están en las sombras, los habitantes que jamás irán a la superficie de día, a menos que sea absolutamente necesario (o se sientan tan aburridos que inevitablemente saldrán a la ciudad a hacer cualquier tontería que un adolescente con la energía a tope pueda hacer), aquellos que son "héroes" de la ciudad, más no son reconocidos como tales por sus habitantes.

si por algún motivo desconocido, inevitablemente TIENES que ir a New York, entonces tendrás que seguir leyendo esta guía (¿que tan desafortunado tienes que ser para ir de todos modos a un lugar en donde tiene pegado la bandera roja en el nombre?)

2) tendrás que ir siempre de día a hacer tus cosas (comprar comestibles o cosas que hacen falta en tu departamento/hogar, visitar algún familiar o hacer las típicas cosas que una persona promedio hace), intenta no estar fuera de la seguridad de tu hogar cuando esté anocheciendo, por que puedes ser un objetivo andante de cualquier persona con malas intenciones en ese caso.

En serio, nadie quiere ver en la televisión algún caso de secuestro/asesinato/asalto un lunes en la mañana, por que es la peor manera de empezar la semana.

3) Por favor, PERO POR FAVOR evita los callejones, o, simplemente cualquier lugar con muy poca iluminación o población, eso también te hace un potencial objetivo de asaltantes, secuestradores, borrachos mal intencionados, drogadictos violentos con una muy jodida deuda o El Clan del Pie, o cualquier otro culto raro con nombre igual de raro (en serio, por qué de algún modo u otro siempre MC se encuentra a algún bicho raro en los callejones <<cof cof, dragones púrpura, un hijo de puta enfermo, o cualquier otro bicho raro que te puedas imaginar cof cof>> digo, ¿como carajos puedes tener tan mala suerte mi querido amigo?), En su lugar, opta por ir a calles más transitadas, con más iluminación, o con alguna presencia policial (no hacen una mierda nunca, pero te puede dar una sensación de tranquilidad y seguridad, aunque sea mínima y no evite tu paranoia)

Ah, el estar en los callejones, lugares peligrosos, o calles muy poco iluminadas también aumenta las probabilidades de encontrarte con estos susodichos héroes.

(Pero ambos sabemos que realmente eso tiene que ser lo último que deseas, ¿no?)

4) si de algún modo tienes que ENTRAR en un CALLEJÓN OSCURO o en una calle POCO ILUMINADA en MEDIO DE LA NOCHE sea por el motivo que sea, al menos deberías estar preparado para cualquier cosa que suceda, ya sea teniendo tus llaves en una posición determinada en tu mano para ser utilizadas como un arma, o tal vez puedas utilizar tus habilidades de defensa personal (si es que tomaste clases de eso, claro está), si no, entonces piensa rápidamente en algo que te pueda ayudar en una situación desesperada de vida o muerte, yo que se, aplica algo de lo que viste en las películas de acción, por qué realmente, nada bueno puede pasar una vez que estás en New York (sobre todo con todos esos raros ¿Mutantes? Sueltos en las calles, pero se puede decir que sería mejor que seas atacado por algún borracho o drogadicto, en dado caso, si le sucede algo grave al tipo, puedes utilizar la excusa de defensa personal, y pueden encontrar algún rastro de ADN si le rasguñaste la piel con tus uñas para rastrear a la persona)

5) Bien, si tienes un trabajo de medio tiempo durante la tarde/noche o lo que sea, debes asegurarte de NUNCA dejar a la vista algún objeto de valor tanto dentro del trabajo, como de camino a casa, recuerda que no siempre todo estará tranquilo,todo el escenario puede cambiar de la noche a la mañana y hacer que seas visto en las noticias como alguien desparecido/muerto (esto se aplica también en la vida real, hay enfermos sueltos por las calles, cuidense mucho gente, por qué de un segundo a otro puedes perderlo todo,o pueden perderte a tí), estate atento a tu alrededor, un paso en falso y caeras en la acera.

(En serio, tomen en cuenta su seguridad, a nadie le gustaría recibir repentinamente un mensaje de la policía/ algún conocido notificando la muerte de un ser querido, por lo menos yo no podría soportar saber que algún familiar o persona cercana a mi murió o desapareció de la noche a la mañana, o haber Sido yo la persona desaparecida/asesinada)

Si por algún motivo conoces a las tortugas, entonces sigue mis consejos:

1) Jamás dejes que Donatello repare algún objeto tuyo, no se sabe si puede ponerle algún rastreador o micrófono dentro (o ambos)

2) camina con cuidado estando cerca de Leonardo, es más de lo que aparenta, y nunca toques alguno de sus nervios, intenta mantener la paz sobre todo con el, ya que no sabes con certeza como actuará si tiras el hilo equivocado, y no quieres saber eso ¿verdad?

3) halaga a Miguel angel, no debes ser tan cariñoso, pero tampoco seas tan frío con él, se visto como un amigo, pero no uno cercano.

Asegúrate de hacerle saber que no eres despectivo con él, y nunca, pero NUNCA digas algo hiriente sobre cualquier cosa de su persona en frente de su familia, estarás metido en un gran problema, y no creo sinceramente que salgas ileso de esa situación, no teniendo en cuenta que estos chicos son apegados a su familia y, con una muy buena fuerza.

Ah cierto, también hay una posibilidad de que termines endeudado de la noche a la mañana, y no quieres saber cuántos ceros hay en la deuda (curioso, ¿no es así?)

4) Raphael, oh, dulce y peligroso Raphael.

¿Por dónde debería empezar?

NUNCA dejes que exceda tus límites, no dejes que se apegue demasiado a tu cadera, se amable con él, pero mantén distancia, es un buen chico, pero no queremos que te muestre el otro lado de su amor ¿verdad?

oh, no olvides que para él, su familia es lo primero, cuida tus palabras, y cualquier crítica, no la digas.

Tal vez me agradezcas el consejo más tarde.

5) mantén una buena relación con su “padre”, ya que esa relación puede salvar tu vida (o condenarla, lo que suceda primero)

6) muestrales tus límites a la familia hamato, y, si no los respetan, debes forzarlos a respetarlos, después de todo, si no enseñas los límites que tienes a inicios de conocerse entre si, y exiges que los respeten, así como tú respetaras los suyos(DEBES respetar sus límites, no hay opción), podría hacer que las actitudes de esta familia puedan volverse... extrañas, y cuando menos te lo esperes, invadiran tu privacidad furiosamente, como si le quitarás un objeto peligrosamente sucio a un bebé que te ordenaron cuidar por qué lo viste a punto de meterlo en su boca, y este empezará a llorar tan fuerte, que rompería los cristales de la casa.

Pisa firmemente el suelo y enmarca tus límites en oro y plata, en un lugar elevado en dónde todos pueden verlos.

Si por alguna razón se comportan de forma... extraña contigo a pesar de haber seguido todos mis consejos, debes tener en cuenta algo importante.

No permitas que invadan tu hogar sin permiso, y, si le das permiso, asegúrate de que no hagan nada sospechoso, y observa a detalle sus movimientos, siempre debes ser precavido, SIEMPRE.

Ahora, si por algún motivo ellos han entrado a tu hogar

Entonces tienes que—

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«CRACK»

“Oh mi amado MC~, ¿dónde estás que no te puedo ver? ”

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starjxsung · 25 days

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hi~ big sis, Star! Haha, you do give the big sis energy bc you have such charisma ✨

Is it too much if I ask you for career advice here? bc you're such an amazing writer, I'm sure you're great at making an effective email to attract employers :3

I'm applying for internships, but haven't gotten any interview calls from companies I'm applying to, not even one! So I want to write a follow-up email to persuade them like–pleaasee give me a chance!! I am capable I promise lmao. How should I structure my email? And what else should I take a closer look at?

Thankiee~ I LOVE YOU 💗

I LUV YOU THIS IS SO SWEET…… I am actually a middle child if anyone is wondering but like BARELY bc I have an older sister who’s 3 years older than me AND a twin sister but I am older by exactly 1 minute 😭 so like…… middle child by just 1 minute. I’ll take the big sister label though I have always wanted to be a big sister

NO I AM OPENNNNN FOR CAREER ADVICE I don’t have too much experience bc I work at the place I interned at in college but I did GET the internship after getting rejected and sending a fancy email demanding to meet with them so I could elevator pitch why I wanted to work for them. And now I hold a senior title at our company so I will always advocate for good emails that get employers’ attention !!

My email following up on my internship was very pathos-inducing, so I made sure to write about why specifically the company interested me, and I detailed what I think set me apart from the other candidates they were looking at. I also didn’t format it as a follow-up email, I expressed my disappointment that they “couldn’t see my potential” and I demanded a 15 minute with the hiring manager to chat about why I felt I could bring something unique to their company. I also LITERALLY began my email with something along the lines of “I know you guys get hundreds of corporate emails a day so I’m going to keep this very informal, but I wanted to let you know that I think you would be making a mistake by not hiring me and I am requesting a brief chat to discuss this in further detail.”

My best advice is to make sure the emails capture YOU in them. Don’t go online searching for follow up templates and don’t try to sound so formal like you already hold some corporate position. Let yourself sound like an entry-level candidate, or even just a student if you are one! Communicate your strengths, why you’re interested and don’t be afraid to get pushy and request a meeting or ask to just talk about the position in a meeting. These employers get a trillion emails from students all trying to sound formal, but at the end of the day you need to be memorable. They need to know that you’re not somebody who gives up easily and that you’re serious about the position. Get pushy! Let your emails sound a little amateur but make sure they sound like YOU and not a Google email template.

I would also emphasize the importance of a cover letter that encapsulates this same thing. Make sure the letter relays why this position is unique to you and exactly what your personality and skills can bring to the table. Don’t send in just a resumé and assume they’re going to read that and match your skills themselves, there’s usually like a 99% chance they’ll move on to something with a little more substance.

I hope this helps a little bit !! I can also provide some templates of what my resumé is roughly based on, but I always make sure that my cover letters are always very unique to the company and the position, and of course to myself! Good luck angel, don’t give up!!!!! At the end of the day, your individuality and willingness to learn will be your best assets.

🫶💞💗💓💕💘💖

#anon <3 #ask

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Commission for Neskastree

A commission I made for @neskastree. Featuring their AU.

Erika mounted her motorcycle by the sidewalk, before walking up to her old childhood home and knocking on the door.

A part of her didn’t want to be here….

But she would stay. Only for her brother and sister’s sake.

She was reluctantly hired by her own parents to watch over the two for a few days, especially since Mari was paralyzed from the waist down now.

Admittedly, another part of her wanted to take her siblings away and raise them in a better environment. Do want their parents never did for her and raise her siblings right.

Raise her siblings in a healthier and kinder environment.

But she couldn’t do that, now could she…?

….

The albino woman was greeted by Sunny, who looked at her for a few moments. Soon, he raised his arms, allowing Erika to lift him up and embrace him.

“How’s my little kitten?” Erika asked with a small smile, chuckling as Sunny nuzzled against her clavicle. She then entered the home, looking around while carrying the boy.

She didn’t see her parents anywhere yet….

She then waltzed towards the piano room, entering it and noticing Mari at the piano. She sighed, setting Sunny down and ruffling his hair before walking over to Mari.

“Hoping that our parents would, and I quote in your own words, “wisen up and get rid of this damn thing”?” Mari asked, receiving a grunt from her older sister. She held Erika’s hand as it rested on her shoulder.

The younger of the two women turned and hugged her big sister with a smile, “Missed you, Sis.” “Are you taking care of yourself?” She asked, receiving a nod as Erika combed Mari’s hair.

“And you?” The oldest of the siblings asked. “And don’t try to reassure me.”

Mari sighed, before saying honestly, “I’m trying…. It’s…complicated, of course. But I am trying.”

The albino woman nodded, saying, “Get to the dining room. I’ll try to make you two something.” “You? Cooking?” Mari responded sarcastically with a smirk. “Now Hell HAS frozen over.”

As Mari and Sunny headed towards the dining room, Erika went upstairs, opening the door to her parents’ room. And there they were, just preparing to leave.

“Ah, Erika…!” Her mother smiled, walking over to her. “Thank you for coming over.” The taller woman just nodded, before asking, “Besides the obvious, is there anything that I should be aware of?”

“Well…I don’t know if you heard, but Hero and Sunny…don’t have a close bond anymore….” The older woman explained slowly. “Though it’s not my place to say….”

Erika shook her head, “It’s fine. I think I can piece it together. Either way, he’s not gonna be welcome while I’m around.”

“Please try to make sure Sunny and Mari take care of their emotional and mental wellbeing…?” Her mother asked quietly. “I…think you know why I’m asking.”

“Goes without question. I’ll try. Main priority with those two.” The albino hummed with a gentle expression. Although she is detached from her parents, she’s glad that someone still cares enough about her siblings’ health.

After following her parents to the car and helping them get everything loaded, her mother went back inside to say goodbye to Mari and Sunny. Once she was out of hearing range, Erika grabbed her father’s shoulder, causing him to tense up.

“I’ll make this clear. I am TRYING to be civil with you. ONLY for Mari and Sunny’s sake.” Erika said firmly. “But one piece of advice. Think twice before saying a word or acting towards my siblings.”

“You wanna be a good influence on your kids? I strongly suggest you behave like it.” She added. “Because you CERTAINLY didn’t do it for me. And you’re certainly not one for Sunny right now.”

Erika released her hold on the man’s shoulder, before walking into the house. And in that moment, her father took in a shaky breath, trying to focus on packing up.

….

Once they left, Erika took a deep breath and went into the kitchen, shouting, “I’m getting your early dinner ready now!”

Mari strolled in behind her, asking, “Can we talk a bit, please?” “About…what you’ve been saying since my accident.” She elaborated.

The older woman raised an eyebrow, turning to face her sister as she got ingredients out, “You mean…me bitching about how I could do a better job as a parent than our actual ones…?”

The wheelchair-bound woman nodded, looking off to the side with a glum expression, sighing, “You and I are well aware of how our father treats Sunny. And essentially prioritizes me….”

“I was thinking…maybe you could use these next few days to prove that you can be better than them.” She suggested. “And I want to prove that I can handle myself.”

Erika kept her skeptical expression in place, before asking, “Will you promise that you will take breaks from the piano to spend time with Sunny and I?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The younger woman sighed with a pout, before feeling Erika pinch her cheek. The tallest of the siblings grinned, “That’s my little kitten.”, before going back to the stove to cook.

….

After dinner, Erika let the siblings do their own things for now.

Mari was on the phone with their mother, while Sunny was on the couch with a sketchbook and pencil.

The albino walked over and sat with Sunny, looking over his shoulder to watch him. “You got some talent, kiddo.” She hummed. “Perhaps you should look into becoming an artist after high school.”

A small smile formed on her brother’s lips, before continuing to draw as he leaned against his oldest sister. The oldest of the siblings continued watching her brother work and show his talent and passion for art and creativity.

She’s very glad that Sunny’s found something that speaks to him.

That allows him to be himself.

“What’s that?” The albino woman asked suddenly, pointing at a doodle of a ghost-like figure, fully black with a singular eye. The boy wrote down, “A character or something. Not sure yet….”

Erika nodded, “Mind drawing more for me?” “I have been thinking about getting a couple more tattoos. And I…would like designs made by you.” She said with a meek blush.

She could see the stars in her brother’s eyes immediately as he hugged her tightly. As he quickly got back to drawing, the albino woman gave a warm smile.

It’s been a long time since she saw her little brother this happy.

It felt…nice. Relaxing, even…for a change.

She’s happy that Sunny was doing something that his heart desired….

….

Eventually, night came around….

It was Erika’s suggestion that they all sleep together in the living room, like they used to in their youth. Plus, it made things easier for her, especially to help her siblings.

Once everyone was comfortable, it didn’t take long for Sunny and Erika to fall asleep.

Mari, meanwhile, remained awake…holding her big sister’s arm.

She felt…at peace. No pity. No guilt. No pain.

Just the peaceful silence of the night.

….

Though it seemed that someone had a gut feeling that she would be awake. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping…?” Erika asked in a whisper.

“Just taking in the silence…. It’s much easier on me….” The younger woman explained. “No pity. No pain. No guilt.”

The two remained silent for a few long moments, before Erika asked, “Something else is on your mind…. What’s up…?”

Mari sighed and leaned her head against her sister, “You’re not the only one who wishes things went differently that day.”

“Sunny beats himself over it a lot…and it hurts to see him in pain.” She explained, closing her eyes. “And I wish…I could’ve noticed what he was going through.”

“I wish I told you what was going on…. I wish I noticed sooner…!” Mari whispered, a couple tears burning the corners of her eyes. “He has nightmares about it and our father scorns him often about it…!”

“Mari….” Erika whispered.

She slowly moved her arm under her sister, holding her close, “It’s okay, Mari…. It’s gonna be okay….” “I promise you, little sister. You and our baby brother. Things are going to be okay.” She said.

The albino woman hoped…PRAYED…that she could reassure her little sister enough to calm her down. She wasn’t sure if things would be okay, of course….

But she sure as hell was going to try and make it so.

Mari gave a small nod, slowly calming her breathing and sniffling a little, before wiping her tears, “Okay…. I’m okay now….”

“Good.” The older woman hummed, continuing to hold her sister. It’s not long before she shifted positions, putting the sleeping Sunny between her and Mari.

The oldest of the three gave a tired smile, “There we go. A much better position.”, before wrapping her arms around her two siblings.

All while in his sleep, Sunny just curled up against Mari, before taking a hold of Erika’s hand. Mari gave a small giggle, “That’s our little sunshine.”

Erika hummed, “Wake me when you need me.”

Mari gave a small nod with a chuckle, holding Erika’s hand as the two joined their brother in the land of dreams.

#omori #mari omori #omori mari #omori sunny #sunny omori #omori au #erika omori #omori oc #fanfiction commissions

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lisxdumbr · 8 months

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lis please do rant!! i cant get my thoughts on the story sound coherent at all and i would love to hear what you think since this was so????? but good lord that was a lot huh. literally never getting a break in anyway as a 2winkP

-🌟

After god knows how much time I tried to get my thoughts compiled ! I apologize it this doesn't make sense but I am still very unwell, I just !! I figured I'd share

JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE 2WINK CLIMAX

I do have to say, the story started in an extremely bitter way for me. Perhaps it was about my expectations for their climax being really opposite for the first half of it, but at the end everything came together and it ended up being a much more enjoyable experience than I imagined.

Akira is still a man that no matter how much I try, I can't predict.

The story starting with them communicating almost telepathically and Yuta feeling down was an entire throwback to many moments before. Setsubun. Volcano Island.. it's always that moment in which after a lot of stress you open your eyes and see everything in slow motion happening right before you. I think Yuta was hit with this realization and that's why everything started being a burden. The lights, the audience, just the thought of him and his surroundings.

I expected Ibara to have a more important appearance in the story, however I understand he was really busy with Double Face at the same time, I still respect the figure he represents to 2wink though, I think half of this story wouldn't have gone the way it did without that little push he gave them.

I think it started stressing me out when the Anzu plot came on board. Please don't get me wrong, I love Hinaan, I think everyone should read Daybreak Heliolite. "Anzu-san, you're smiling just now..." the comfort Hinata is able to give Anzu is incomparable to any other member of the cast.

However, Anzu is mad? Anzu is angry? Why hadn't this showed before? Why weren't there signals? That repayment fes mention really dizzed me out because. after skimming through it again, wasn't Hinata just meaning to grow and prove Anzu that they were not going to be under anyone's shadow ever again? Something, something felt so bitter to me about it. Hinata's reaction was not good either, everything felt so uncomfortable, you could smell the arson between them and I guess that's what made me so. so mad.

On the other hand, you have Yuta relying on Shinobu for everything, once again, as they have always been that close. Didn't this feel like climbing a stair? Yuushino climbs one side while hinaan climbs the other, why did it feel like a competence?

I felt conflicted and stressed about their attitude, why are they doing this and what is going on? I couldn't puzzle it together until the realization suddenly hit me and everything made sense.

Hinata is growing lonely. And at the same time Yuta is drifting away to try and search for his own self, the timing couldn't be better.

We feel loneliness when we feel that there's no one near us that we can rely on. Hinata was surrounded by many, many people, but none of them understood, none of them knew how it was and how it felt.

I think I got everything when the street kids kidnapped him to make him see reality, it was their way of saying "we're like you. the same way you're like us". Hina may have fame and money now, but his heart is as dirty and as fragile as those kids'. It was not a matter of dragging him to the shadows but rather to take the blindfold out of him by screaming "please help us".

Anzu and Hinata then notice how similar they are. Yuta said it since ! era, "so Anzu, you're a big sis too, right? I'll just give you an advice, never underestimate us little brothers". See that part where Hinata says Yuta is projecting his since onto him like a mirror? I think that's what Hina was doing with Anzu. "You sacrifice yourself for everyone and that's why I cannot stand you, because you're like me.. but better".

That's the moment when Hinata realized everything and discovered he didn't have to bear the world on his shoulders, that not everything had to be pain but that there's rather another answer and that being alone is also ok. Hinata is starting that path to find out his true happiness without relying on anyone but himself.

This is what I said once about Yuta wanting to change by separating himself from Hinata, but Hinata needing to stick towards Yuta's side not to fall into the abyss.

Hinata finally understood that's not true, he finally understood he's able to live by himself and that that is ok. And that's where everything started kicking in for me.

Hinata choosing kindness and love is the perfect ending for me. That part of the story moved me so much you can't even understand. I think if I had to put this into a performance I would put a rising sun being quietly observed by the calming moon. A relationship that will always be held so close despite it never touching.

And then of course, the epilogue that drove me to tears of incommensurable joy

Yuta loves Hinata. Yuta has always and will always love Hinata like he loves anyone in this world. He's also not talking to whoever here. He's talking to us. He's asking us to please watch them become what they have always dreamed of.

Do you remember that part on Love Letter where Yuta tried so hard to unveil Hinata's 'evil' side to help him? I think he actually did.. but instead of finding an evil, twisted person in it's core, he found a gentle and healing being. Like the ying-yang, they're the perfect balance for each other.

Forever in a sweet memory, that's what 2wink is and will always be.

#this got very long #but every single emotion i feel was poured into my writing #I'm full of tears but they're tears of joy #i wonder if I'll ever be able to love someone as much as i love them #enstars #ensemble stars #2wink #yuta aoi #yuuta aoi #hinata aoi #❝ ritz.rambles !!#❝ mail !!#🌟 !! anon

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roadarchie · 8 months

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O.O, your designs are awesome. Do you have any advice for a budding designer (senior vis comm student)? I always feel like what I make in class is crap, but when I try to make something out of class, I get very overwhelmed x.x

See, I don't think anybody really 'knows' what they're doing. Everyone has their own ways of creating. Although I have that same anxiety as yours. The fears of making something bad. But at this point, I've made many of my best pieces when I had that feeling- and ignored it.

Every masterpiece, every piece of craftsmanship was done by ignoring their fears. Its not easy. Life has a way of making you expect perfection at the first paint-stroke. Like you're supposed to figure it out right there and then when you're starting.

But like many things in life, starting is everything. You know, they say every shot not taken is a missed opportunity. I like that. When I'm scared to create, I see that as a positive. It means I'm on un-treaded ground, that I'm expanding my craft. Going somewhere, like an explorer, and searching my heart for what I want to make.

I had a hard life. I can't deny that. But all those fears, the pain I endured- and still feel at moments- its what lets me create passionate works. Really put down who I am and what makes me, well, me. I am my own explorer and my own unexplored territory. Through art I find myself.

I listen to some music I really like, and simply shut off. No fears. No anxiety. Just an entire world to explore. Discovering different art themes and genres. Mix up the way I create. Never do the same thing. Just. Be. Me. No lies. No masking. Just you and yourself in your own thoughts.

And maybe some groovy tunes in the background. :)

I hope that my words at the very least inspire you. Thank you for the kind words. I may not know you, but know that I love you like everyone else here. You are valued, and you will do great things. Sometimes it just takes time.

PS: Here's a song recommendation :P

https://open.spotify.com/track/500UbifF9XkKd2HgqmsnKu?si=03538f7113cf4eda

xoxo

#artist

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sankttealeaf · 3 months

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Thought immediately about Rue and LSDL, so Enver’s POV: Hometown & Young - Blackout

https://open.spotify.com/track/1l2tobE9EUNepryZCNrpG4?si=cLp44sbySXaMyrZBIs-jGQ&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A0udP9yp8qTYTAoCEBc4n9R

My love's a cigarette death (everything he once loved ended badly or rue being deadly af?)

And I don’t even know where she runs to (rue going back to the temple or leaving after arguments)

Half the time in my head (not being able to concentrate cuz of her)

But lord I’d love to figure it out (him trying and trying again to figure out where the temple is)

Slowly she comes back to me (self-explanatory)

My thoughts of a wedding ring (their lil convo in the latest chapter ARGH)

My love has grown so cold as ice (after everything that’s happened to him, Bane being anti-lOvE & anxiety when it comes to rue)

My breath is white (Mephistopheles/Mephistar/Cania heist?)

Can you please take it away from me? (Him praying to Bane, trying to push down the weakness *cough* feelings)

Slowly she comes back to me

She says she wants everything (every single life, killing everyone for bhaal)

My heart, my head can’t explain (being torn between rue and following his plans & duties)

But in a blackout that’s all she says

My brains a silicon chip

My body is a suit to slip in to (putting on a show/mask & his anxiety coat)

But it seems I don’t fit (not being wanted by anyone in his life before?)

But I can hear her calling my name ("you only call me that when you want something" ~~Enver~~ pwease)

The silence it thrives at night (not being able to sleep at night, especially without the clutches of his fav Bhaalspawn)

Who knows how, when, or why? (Thinking about her promise to kill him last)

Blackened palms up to the sky (Bane worship & when rue and him tried to find out who myrkul‘s chosen is, by "praying")

When thoughts they come in then bleed out of my mind (engineering ideas, scribbling them down, building ˋem & not being able to keep up with thoughts)

And I try so hard to forget (trauma, his past)

Aim for my head cause that’s where the trouble is (maybe consuming alcohol?)

She snaps my neck back into place (latest chapter: him having a tantrum and rue giving advice what to do)

With her blue fingertips (isn’t rue a Mephistopheles tiefling?)

What a wasteful mistake (rue‘s line about their previous hookups)

Oh my god (maybe being overwhelmed, bane pwease h e l p)

And I can smell her skin (self-explanatory)

I know that, That this cage I’m in (bane owning him, his soul)

I’m broken (trauma & past)

She sang (either him to sleep haha or drawing him in like a siren?)

She sang

ANON I AM HOLDING YOU SO CLOSE TO ME RIGHT NOW THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER!!!! YES YES YES TO ALL OF THIS!!!! YOU SEE THE VISION!!! YOU GET THEM!!!!! <3<3<3<3

IT WORKS IT FITS!!! im buzzing i cannot form the right words but know this has gone STRAIGHT to my heart and now im overthinking about them again!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!

"My heart, my head can’t explain" (being torn between rue and following his plans & duties)" thinking so hard about this. there's a line ive got planned for one of the later chapters that fits around the theme of rue vs his duties and :) enver gortash your mind is so fun to dive into. call me a mindflayer parasite the way im wiggling around in there

i love love love analysing lyrics to fit them and this??? perfect, no notes at all!! fun fact i started writing up key lyrics from songs that are on the playlist i made for them that Capture Their Vibes Perfectly just like that im so glad to see im not the only one who goes line by line + puts things into their perspective. (i am. normal about these two i promise!!!!)

also i immediately added it to their playlist i have for them. linked it below because its the only thing i listen to anymore

(+ also listening to more of hometown & young. they are so good how have i not stumbled across them before. thank u dearest anon<3)

going to think about this for the rest of the day anon thank u for this!!!!!!!!

(+ yea rue is a mephistopheles tiefling despite her claims that shes "not a tiefling" and "is bhaals flesh" she's lying do not believe a word she say. i think the mephistar heist is going to be so funny because of it.)

#; tea time #anon #; let sleeping dogs lie #this has actually made my day i love this #thank u anon!!!! your mind!!! you get them!!!!!

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