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fukounaboy · 1 year ago

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I WILL BOTH MIND IT AND NOT MIND IT!!!!

ASHWHHWHHWBHHHAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!! V happy v v v happy you had a good sleep that makes me so happy actually

Idk why but it does :3

OOH!!! Hdgehehgeheg :3

AAAH YEYSYEUSYEYSHSYSYEYSYEYSS!!!!

UHHH LEMME FIDN THE NAMES OF ALL THE NEW ONES AND WHO YJEY ARE!!!!

OK SO THE ONES IN THE DRAWING THINGY FIRST!!!

SO FIRST WE HAVE MAL AND KITTY!!!

The only ocs I have and will ever have that don't have anything wrong with them

They're just happy lil creatures :3

Mal's the lil angel creature (I named him Mal bc he looks like a marshmallow :3) and Kitty's. The cat one :3

They're in love and they're happy and I love them and they're gonna stay happy forever

I wanna squish them sm

More drawings of them :3

Kitty's kinda blurry but it's ok :3

AND THEN

WE HAVE

PIERROT

AKA.

CHRISTOPHER PIERRE WANNABE.

AKA.

KENNITH SIMMONS WANNABE.

I HATE HIM.

But I also. Love him. :3

I also dunno if I can call him an OC because technically he's like?

Me?

Idk howto say it but he's me

We're just the same

But

He looks slightly cooler

And he's also a drawing

But I still hate him he looks stupid. /aff

Anyways he's just a lil clowny jester puppet pierrot boy and I love him but I wanna stomp on him

I have v. Mixed feelings.

Anyways drawings :3

The one on the right is an alt mask/face design because I based him off of the comedy/drama masks and it changes :3

I can never get the drama one to look right tho idk

That was the best I could do

ALSO THE OTHERS IN THE DRAWING ARE MATTIAS AND EZRA THEYRE THE WHUMP OCS I MADE IN LIKE FEBURARY

I love them sm

AND NOW WE HAVE UHHHHHHH

It doesn't have a name?

Actually?

It was a character in a writing thingy I'm working on

The one with Damien :3

OOH ACTUALLY SHOULD I SHOW WHAT I HAVE NOW...?

Uhhh

I'm gonna :3

HEHEHEHEHEHE

He feels even more pathetic and I love it

BUT ANYWAYS UH

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED????

WITH UH. REDACTEDS LORE.

WITH THEIR LORE IT TECHNICALLY MAKES THE OLD FICS I WROTE WITH RUE AND DAMIEN CANON.

TECHNICALLY.

BECAUSE THAT DID ACTUALLY HAPPEN

BUT TIME WAS JUST REVERSED SO IT ALSO TECHNICALLY DIDNT HAPPEN

THATS SO GREAT ACTUALLY.

That's so good I love that

Anyways uh

Lore? Kinda?

Basically he's just the universe

He controls every single one of the uh

Mini universes?

And he's basically trapped everyone ever (Every skrunkly :3) in a Higurashi-like kinda thing?

Iykyk I would explain but it's kinda complicated :')

And Damien's the only one who really knows abt it?

Anyways uh I would ramble on abt that forever but I have more SKRUNKLYS >:3

Oh also drawings of it :D

AND ALSO A PICREW I MADE OF THEM BC THEY CAN CHANGE THEIR APPEARANCE TO LOOK MORE HUMAN

IGNORE THAT ITS LOW QUALITY I HAD TO SS IT AND CROP IT SO :3

UHHH WHO ELSE WHO ELSE WHO ELSE.

OOH ASAHI AND SUBJECT 2471!!!!

I don't have any pictures for either of them :')

I have a drawing I found on pinterest that my brain decided is Asahi though and now it's just kinda stuck

I wanna show you the drawing but idk if that's like

An ok thing to do

So I won't :3

But anyways this is slightlyyyyy whumpy

Slightly

Because I'm pretty sure you can tell what's going in just by 2471's "name"

They're like brothers and Asahi kinda has to hurt 2471 even if he doesn't wanna

So :3

Asahi was also an experiment before too before he wasn't

I need to figure that part out

But anyways uuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh WHO ELSE

The rest of the skrunklys I made are very uh

There's not much there

So I'll just say their names :3

Narcisco, Amadeus, Ezekiel, Cosmo (I think I've talked abt him once before idk), Kazumi, and Sebastian!

The rest of the skrunklys have actual- like-

Ik what they look like but they don't have names yet so :')

AND THATS ABOUT IT WHHGEHGHGH

This took way too long

But im v happy

Anyways

AWGWHSGHWGH I love Acid and Blue smsmsm

I think abt Acid a normal amount. Actually.

HRHRGHRGRH DONT GET THEM TATTOO'D ON YOU LMAO-

Also yeye 38! Now that I've added all of the new ones I now haveeeeee uhhhh

43!

Ik there's more somewhere in my head that I forgot abt though :')

I also have no clue how I'm not burnt out

I'm just too silly to get burnt out

But uhhhhhhhhhh whenever you wanna :3

I don't really mind when we do it-

ILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILY!!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

<333333333333

GMMMMM!!!! DID YOU HAVE A GOOD SLEEP?? I HOPE YOU DIDDD!!!! I literally passed out a bit after you did lmao- it was.. nice yk? I felt all warm and comfy <3

Ehhee- oh!! Here's the canvas btw!! Incase you ever wanted it-

(We can continue anytime or just start a new one if you want btw- I really enjoyed this)

(Pretty sure you can also just go on magma again and join the canvas anyways without me whenever- since you're a member of my artspace now >:3)

ANYWAYS!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

ILYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! LIKE SO SO SO MUCHHH!!! <333333

<33333333

GMGMGMGMGMGMGMGMGMGM!!!!!! :D

I SLEPT FINE :3

I had a weird dream but I don't remember it unfortunately :')

Aheghdvehgsh im v happy you felt warm n cozy :3

OOH YEZYESYEYSYEZYEYSEYESYESYEYSYEZYESYESYEZYESYEYESYEYSS!!!

I WAS WANTING IT BUT I DIDNT KNOW IF I COULD GET BACK IN YIPPEEEEEEEEE!!!!

OOH ALSO

I HAVE SOME ART OF THE SKRUNKLYS I DREW AND IM SAYING THIS BC I WANNA TALK ABT THEM BC I LOVE THEM AND IM.

V HYPERFIXATED.

Also I love them :3

I hate going on random uhhhh unasked rants tho so if you wanna hear abt them :333

OOH SPEKAING OF SKRUNKLYS I HAVE SO. MANY. NEW ONES. I YHINKM.

I forgot if I have any new ones actually

Wait lemme count how many skrunklys I have

38! :3

I definitely have more than that though bc ik I have some I didn't write down

So more like

40 smth

Some of them are just names tho so idrk-

ANYWAYS I SAID I HATE GOING ON RANDOM UNASKED RANTS AND IM DOING JUST THAT

V silly

Anyways

Uhhhh we can continue whenever you want :3

N we can start a new canvas if you want- idrc /lh

EHEHEGDHEGEHEGEHRHEJEGUEGEUEHEE 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

ILYSMSMSMSMSMSMMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMSMMSMHSGSJSHEJEGEJDGEJEHUEE <3333333333!!!!! :3

#꒰ঌ♡ 𝟽𝟽𝟽.rb

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phantomato · 4 years ago

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Uber

Nottmort (Tom Riddle/Nott Sr.), Modern Muggle AU, ~2k words

Thanks to @yletylyf for kicking around this idea! Tom drives an Uber in the Bay Area. Thoros & co need a ride.

—

Abraxas and Orion are bickering over luggage in the background when your Uber pulls up. Black, of course, so it’s a Mercedes that will smell a little too much like leather cleaner when you get in, but none of you have ever ridden in an UberX or, god forbid, an Uber Pool, and you’re not about to start.

Your colleagues—never forget, you are not friends, no matter how much time you spend with them—slide into the back seat before you can even begin to help load bags into the trunk. You’re left alone with the driver, and though he offers to help, you haven’t let yourself sink that low as to make this man pile all of your shit in his car while you sit around and watch. And anyway, it feels like the polite thing to do. More than Abraxas or Orion, you’ve been raised to be polite.

So you fold yourself into the front passenger seat, too kind to push the seat all the way back and give yourself the leg room you need even if Orion, behind you, is just 5’8 to your 6’3, and smile at the driver as he confirms your destination.

He’s pretty. You’ve been in a lot of Ubers and you’ve never seen a driver this pretty. Is that classist?, you wonder to yourself, remembering something you read in Vox the other day. Probably. Nevertheless, you’re taken by the curve of his mouth, the sweep of his dark hair, and you throw a smirk over your shoulder at Abraxas who you know must have also noticed.

“Traffic to SFO will be busy,” he says regretfully, and you roll your eyes. Orion refuses to take the early morning flights, unwilling to wake at 3 AM, and you’re always stuck with these long, miserable Uber rides down from the city to the airport. “And Terminal 2—right in the middle of it. There’s construction around those doors, if you haven’t been there—”

“We know,” Orion butts in rudely, shutting up your driver for the few minutes it takes to get out of your neighborhood.

You use those few minutes to swipe through your phone. Email—nothing important. Messages—you clear the notifications. Your Instagram is alight with people reposting the same infographic about voting rights and you make a mental note to kick some money to that non-profit that’s been all over Twitter lately. You close out apps and end up back at Uber, watching your car’s laggy progress through the San Francisco streets. Your driver’s name is Tom, the app informs you. It’s a nice name.

You clear the side streets and Tom offers amenities. “If you want any water, there are bottles in the cooler between the seats,” he calls back to Abraxas and Orion, “and mints in the cup holder. You can adjust the air conditioning if you like, and there’s a charging cable attached to the back of my seat if you need it. Would you like to choose any music?”

“No,” Abraxas says, and whether he means the music or the entire spiel doesn’t really matter, given his withering tone. You look back at him, trying to convey ‘Be nice’ with just your eyebrows, but Abraxas is fussing with his hair and ignoring you.

Tom’s one of the chipper ones, it turns out, because he takes the rejection in stride and shifts to the dreaded personal conversation. “What do you all do for a living?”

“Ah, we invest in companies, mostly start-ups,” you say, trying to avoid—

“Venture capitalists!” Tom guesses, and he’s right but you hate the term and its connotations. So what if you are all white men whose family money has bankrolled tech speculation? It’s what anyone with half a brain would do. You donate, you read the liberal news—at least, you think that’s true for all of you, though Orion was friends with that Republican mayoral candidate and Abraxas’ father sponsors that conservative think-tank and…

Ah, fuck. “Yeah, pretty much,” you agree, hating yourself.

Behind you, Orion digs his AirPods out of his pocket. You hear the snap of the magnetic lid as he closes himself off to the world. Abraxas is slouching, the hem of his third-favorite cashmere cardigan catching on the seat behind him, and you realize that you’re alone in this conversation.

Well, fuck it. If those two pricks are going to make you call the Uber, deal with the reimbursement paperwork, and sit in the front seat, you’re going to talk to the driver and make this car conversation as painful as possible for them.

As if reading your thoughts, Tom does the one thing that guarantees a terrible ride: he pitches his app idea.

“You know, I’m also a software developer,” he says, which is at least more promising than when someone isn’t, “and if I had the kind of funding that companies like yours provide, I would absolutely make this app.” He proceeds to describe something completely inane, the type of exclusive, niche social networking app that hasn’t had legs since before the Trump presidency and you would be content to let him drone on, to let Abraxas keep melting into his own seat and to let Orion channel his anger through a knee driven into the back of yours, but—

But for all that Tom’s idea is stupid, he has the energy of the best pitches you see. His energy is infectious. His eyes light up, he gestures with one hand, and when he stops to take a drink (one of those water bottles with a built-in straw, which you associate with joggers and your lamest employees but which does very different things to you when it’s Tom’s mouth wrapped around the top) you’re transfixed by the wet sheen over his chapped lips.

And so, yes, maybe it’s mostly lust, and maybe this is a sign that you need to download Grindr again, even if only to jerk off to the dick pics you’ll get, but you start to actually talk to him.

“There’s no future in niche social networks,” you say, halting Tom in his tracks. “There will always be new ones, don’t misunderstand me, but the broader landscape is saturated by the top names, and they’ll buy out their competitors if they need to. Perhaps you can topple Tumblr, but that’s not a path to profit. If you want to impact the social market, you need to pinpoint the novel interaction model that you want to offer and make yourself buyable.”

“Buyable,” Tom repeats, like he’s never been interrupted before. He probably hasn’t. The first rule of Ubering around the Bay Area or the Valley is to never engage the app pitches, and Orion has started kicking your seat for your transgression.

“Yes,” you enunciate. “You want to be bought out and brought in at a high level. The giant that eats you may or may not use your idea, but you’ll make a comfortable sum as a consolation prize.” You’ve helped companies through this before. You’re flying out to New York this week in part because one of your investments is considering purchase offers and you want to strategize in-person. The founder is dallying, sending emails about independence and integrity, and Orion will bully him into selling while you and Abraxas negotiate the best terms for the contract.

You can feel Tom’s eyes on you. Abraxas might be calling “Thoros…” from the back seat, and Orion might be attempting to annihilate you with his gaze alone, but you’re smiling at that handsome face behind the wheel and hoping for an accident on the 101.

Unfortunately, you make it through San Bruno without running into more than the usual level of traffic, and Tom’s pulling up to your terminal much sooner than you would like. Abraxas and Orion jump out of the car with uncharacteristic speed when it stops, Orion even moving to stand by the trunk in readiness to take his bags. You delay.

“Do you have a business card?” you ask, when it’s clear Tom’s waiting on you.

He fumbles to pull a wallet from his jeans. You can’t quite get a view of his ass as he does, but that doesn’t stop you from looking.

His card is bent at the corner, printed cheaply, and probably from his last job. You’re pretty sure that company doesn’t exist anymore. Tom taps the phone number. “I can be reached here,” he says smoothly, but his professionalism cracks when he adds, “by call or by… text.”

You know what sort of texts you’d like to receive from him.

Pulling out your own card case, you hand him your card. “Text me,” you say, your voice just this side of appropriate, “any time.”

Tom visibly swallows and jumps out of the car. You take your time getting up, and if your cashmere sweater—Margaret Howell, not that Elder Statesman piece of shit Abraxas is wearing—ends up in the footwell of Tom’s passenger seat, well, you’ll be back in SF next week, won’t you?

“Thanks for the ride, Tom,” you tell him as you take the handle of your luggage, letting your fingers brush his. “I enjoyed our conversation.”

“Yeah,” he nods, and you don’t care that Abraxas is snorting behind you, he’s been judging you this whole trip and he lost out on a hot guy’s number as a result. “It was…”

“Thoros,” you interrupt him before he can ramble and psych himself out. “My name is Thoros, and I really would like to hear from you.”

Tom looks at you then, and you see him pull together the same sureness that drew you into his initial pitch. “I’ll text you about the app.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you say, meaning it.

—

Bonus:

“You know,” Abraxas drawls as you sit in the United club lounge, gesturing lazily with his overpriced airport Fiji water, “if you tip him too much it’s like you’re paying him for sex.”

Orion looks up from his phone then, removing one earbud for the first time since he put them in. “I’ve paid more for sex with less attractive men.”

“Welcome back,” you say, “I didn’t realize you had paid any attention.”

“Someone would need to not have eyes in order to miss how hot that Uber driver was,” he bites back, returning to his phone.

“Well, I’m tipping him extra anyway,” you announce, confirming Tom’s five-star rating. Should you write a review? Is that too much?

Abraxas, with a grumble, declares, “I’m telling Alecto not to approve this expense.”

—

Bonus bonus:

Your phone buzzes at the end of dinner, the celebratory affair to close the sale which someone had insisted must be at Lilia, even though Abraxas doesn’t eat carbs and you would have preferred to grab a slice at Scarr’s rather than haul out to Williamsburg, anyway.

It’s Tom. Of course it’s Tom—you’ve been texting all week, and between a few late-night flirtations and one very bald statement of interest, you’ve got a date set for when you’re back home. You’re going to Mensho Tokyo, since he lives in the Tenderloin and you live… vaguely around the Tenderloin, at least, you tell people you live there when you want to seem cooler, and Tom is the type of guy that makes you excited to stand in line for hours to get seats. You’re already thinking about whether you might put your arm around him while you’re waiting, and you unlock your phone to see what he’s saying now.

It’s a picture message.

A picture of Tom, wearing your Howell sweater and no pants and oh god oh fuck—

“Was that Uber driver’s dick?” Abraxas whispers, next to you, and you curse your luck. “Remind me to call the next Uber, Jesus Christ.”

#tom riddle #nott sr #nottmort #muggle au

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jinkisbelly · 6 years ago

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Eventide 10/11

Chapter 10 of skyrim au~ Previous parts can be found here [x] can be read on aff and Ao3 as well

Pairing: Jongyu

Rating: pg-13

w/c:2.6k

Summary: As Jinki recovers, they learn how important communication is.

a/n: The last part of the chapter deals with Jinki telling Jonghyun about the night his daughter was killed. I wanted to give enough warning because it's a dark, serious subject and it causes Jinki in this a lot of pain. When you read, "Jonghyun ripped a piece of jerky off", that's the start of that part if you want to skip it.

Jonghyun gently ran his hands over Jinki’s hair, careful not to jostle him too much as his head rested in his lap. His eyes were closed, his chest lifting just enough to indicate he was taking small breaths. “We should have made camp last night.”

At the soft sound of Jonghyun’s voice, Jinki hummed, a little rumble in the back of his throat. “In retrospect, yes.”

Speaking had proved a little easier for him, but any attempt at deep breaths to fill his lungs caused pain to descend over his expression. “You have to take better care of yourself. You need to tell me when we need to stop if you’re low on energy.”

“I know.”

“Because you scared me. Finding you like that.” Jonghyun squeezed his eyes shut, willing the tears he felt forming to stop. When he took a deep breath and opened his eyes again, Jinki’s gaze was waiting for him. “I can’t lose you too.”

“You won’t.” He gave a little smile. “I apologize for worrying you, Love. I’ll do better to communicate.”

“Good.” He leaned down to gently press their lips together in an upside down kiss. He caressed Jinki’s jaw slowly, frowning at the bruising there and across the skin, he could see. His hands were really bruised. He hoped soon Jinki had enough to heal himself enough to be able to move at least. “Because you told me you wanted to work towards being life partners. You can’t get out of that by dying. Not now.”

“Don’t think of those types of things. I feel better already.” His smile widened just a bit as he requested. “Kiss me again, Beautiful.” Once he did, Jinki softly said, “Feel me near you. The warmth of me. I’m here. I’m alive, and I’m not going to go anywhere.”

“I know,” Jonghyun mumbled just a breath’s distance from his lips. “I know.”

----

Jinki slept most of that first day, only being awake when Jonghyun woke him up to eat something. He healed himself a bit that evening, just enough that moving his neck and hands didn’t hurt and he could breathe more easily. He smiled up at Jonghyun as the man focused on the small braids he was putting in his hair. “At this rate, I’ll be finding them for weeks.”

Jonghyun grinned as he met Jinki’s gaze, “Then you’ll be constantly reminded of me.”

“Why would I need to be reminded when I’ll be with you, Love?” He lifted his hand to be able to squeeze Jonghyun’s knee to the right of his head. “Besides, you’re always on my mind, Beautiful.”

The strands of hair fell from Jonghyun’s fingers as he squinted. “Were you always this charming?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t recall.”

“Mm yes, but you hated my guts so you were a bit immune.”

“Who says I’m not just immune to your charm?”

Jinki laughed quietly, little soft puffs of air leaving his nose. “You’re my lover, are you not?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Jonghyun opened his mouth before closing it once again as he focused on his braid again. Jinki chuckled causing Jonghyun to glare for a moment, but he didn’t say a thing.

-----

Sleeping seemed to do the trick because as the light fell through the opening in the hall to the rear of them, he lifted his palm up and golden light was bright and strong around his fingers. Jonghyun rushed over as Jinki tried to sit up, arms moving under his arms to help. Jinki’s teeth clenched a little as he settled. “It’s not enough to heal everything.”

“But it’s enough that you can sit up.” Jonghyun pressed a kiss to his cheek as he sat next to him, offering him some water. “You look… better. There’s color in your cheeks.”

“Isn’t there always with you being beautiful all the time around me?”

“Oh shut up.” Jinki took a swig of the water and grinned brightly as his hand fell to his lap. As he put the cap back on he leaned his head against Jonghyun’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. He felt Jonghyun curl their fingers together, pressing their palms against one another, and a kiss was pressed to his hair. “Are you hungry for something more than fruit?”

“I could eat something.”

“Something on your mind?”

Jinki hummed, accepting that somehow Jonghyun just... Knew. “You said you didn’t want to lose me too. It just… reminded me.”

“Of what Babe?”

“Everything I’ve lost… what I have to lose now.” Jinki smacked his mouth gently before lifting his head. He gazed at their intertwined hands as he continued. “I’ve never had someone afraid to lose me, not really. Everyone I’ve ever cared about has either left or has been killed. I should have taken better care of myself if only to not scare you like that. I know that fear and I should have understood that. I guess what I’m saying is I’m so sorry Jonghyun. I felt off, I felt tired, and I knew I was low on energy, but I pressed on because my mages needed me. I forgot that without energy I’m no help to them… Killing myself won’t help them.”

Jonghyun’s lips were soft and warm as they pressed against his temple. “I love you.”

He let out a shaky breath before laughing just a little as he lifted his gaze to find Jonghyun’s. “I love you too.”

-----

Jonghyun had his hands on Jinki’s hips as he tried to stand for the first time since healing himself more deeply. His knees buckled at first, but he caught himself with the extra support. He laid his hands over Jonghyun’s softly. “Thanks, Love.”

“Take it slowly. You healed a very big injury.”

“Just a little light headed.” Jinki squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, relieved he could fill his lungs fully without any pain. He rose his arms above his head, stretching out his back. Jonghyun let his hips go, stepping back just a little to give him space, but close enough to give aid if needed. “Give me a few hours and I should be ready to continue on.”

“Excuse me?”

Jinki turned slowly, eyebrow raised. “What about that do you need clarification on, Jingles?”

“The continuing on.” Jonghyun crossed his arms over his chest, brows furrowed. “You just almost died. You aren’t going further into this place.”

“I still have to figure out what killed my mages, what happened to the rest of the group.” Jinki mirrored Jonghyun’s body language, anger bubbling in his chest. “I can figure it out without running myself to the ground.”

“Like you already did?”

“There was a trap! YOU SET IT OFF.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. The angry expression had melted from Jonghyun’s face almost instantly, replaced with one of guilt. Jinki took a step closer, swallowing thickly when Jonghyun stepped away. “I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.”

“But I did set it off, didn’t I?” His voice was so soft and small it almost wasn’t heard over the crackling of the fire beside them. His gaze fell, breath shuddering as he said, “I almost killed you.”

“Love-”

Jonghyun wrapped his arms around himself, shaking his head as he turned around, “Rest. I… need to think.”

Jinki stood with his arms limp to his sides, eyes wide and his heart breaking a little as he watched Jonghyun walk down the right hallway towards where they had first come into the cavern, away from him. He muttered quietly as he snatched an apple from the table against the wall. “Stupid Jinki just stupid.”

-----

By the time Jonghyun returned, Jinki was sitting on the opposite side of the fire, eyes staring at the opening Jonghyun left from, waiting. His chin was on his arms, legs pulled up against his chest. When Jonghyun did eventually walk back in, he froze when he realized Jinki was up and waiting. “I thought you’d be asleep.”

Jinki tapped his fingers on his arms after lifting his head from them, “You thought I could sleep not knowing where you were?”

Jonghyun pressed his lips together before making his way toward the fire, sitting on the opposite side of it. Then he sagged, hands in his lap and shoulders slumped. When he looked up he lifted his right hand and it was then Jinki noticed the flowers clasped in his grip. “I know it doesn’t make up for almost killing you, but these are the ones used for your Magicka potions, right?”

He pushed off the ground and took the few steps around to him. Carefully, he kneeled, ignoring the flowers to take his face softly into his hands and kissed him. Once parted he quietly said, “They are, they do, and I’m just glad you came back.”

“You thought I wouldn’t?”

“I was getting a bit worried, I’ll admit.”

“Always.” He hesitated for a moment before capturing Jinki’s lips again. “If you really want to continue on, I’ll support it, if you promise me you’ll take it easy. I’ll be more careful when it comes to traps. I shouldn’t have rushed in there like that. That was stupid and risky of me.”

“Basic spells, I promise.” Jinki smiled and kissed the corner of his lips, “Thank you… figuring this out- It’s important to me.”

“I know. We’ll figure out what happened here.”

-----

Jonghyun ripped a piece of jerky off, chewing it softly as he gazed over the fire at Jinki tossing in his sleeping roll. He had been restless for a while now, but the pain vivid on his face and the soft groans leaving his lips were a recent development. Jonghyun kept fighting off the urge to wake him up from whatever was plaguing his dreams. Was restless sleep better than not getting any type of sleep at all?

When Jinki began to yell in his sleep, curling in on himself, Jonghyun rushed off the ground, furs falling from his shoulders in a heap. He fell to his knees beside him, stopping him by his hands on Jinki’s shoulders, “Babe! Jinki wake up, you’re just dreaming.”

It took a few more attempts before he startled awake, sitting up quickly, eyes wide and gasping for breath. His eyes flicked over, fear and panic vivid in his gaze. He softened slightly as Jonghyun cupped his cheeks, caressing his thumb across his skin. With a gentle sigh, his gaze fell. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“I wasn’t sleeping, keeping watch. But,” He lifted Jinki’s head just a little as he shifted to make their eyes meet. “You were yelling in your sleep, Babe.”

“What was I yelling?” It was Jonghyun’s turn to break contact, hands falling from Jinki’s cheeks. “Baby, what was I yelling?”

“Jaehwa, Babe. You were yelling Jaehwa.”

“Oh,” Jinki tugged his legs up to his chest, hugging them tightly as he pressed his forehead into them, hiding his face. His voice was muffled as he said, “I was dreaming of the night she died… when I found her.”

“Oh Jinki, I’m so sorry.”

Jinki shifted his head, looking to him with his cheek squished on his leg. “I’ve never told you about that night, have I?”

“Just who did it.”

“Mm.” Jinki’s lips quirked up and the small movement made Jonghyun’s heart start to break. “Would you like to know?”

“I’ll listen to whatever you want to tell.”

Jinki laid back down, but he lifted his arm, smiling, “C’mere.”

They fit together easily, Jinki’s arm firmly around his waist, tugging him back as if there was space to cross. Jonghyun curled their fingers together as Jinki’s hand rested against his stomach, “Whenever you’re ready.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to relive that night, but you need to know. This, the dreams, happen a lot. Usually around this time of year. Her 7th birthday would have been coming up in a few days.” Jinki pressed his nose into Jonghyun’s hair, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “The general store owner used to be a transgender man named Minhyuk. He was kind to me in a way most of the town isn’t to mages. We fell into being lovers quickly and shortly after he told me he was pregnant. I had never thought about being a father. The state of the world wasn’t safe enough for me, let alone to bring an infant into the mix, but feeling the kicks as the pregnancy grew, I.. felt connected and I grew excited believing I was going to have this little being I helped create… a family of sorts.

“I was almost late for the birth of her. As the pregnancy reached the final few months, Minhyuk spent a lot of time in the College. It was getting harder for him to work around the general store and he asked one of his childhood friends to look after it those final months.” Jinki’s body shuddered just barely and Jonghyun squeezed his eyes, trying to fight the urge to turn around. Jinki wished to be behind him for a reason. Maybe it was easier for him. “I was a new appointment Archmage, the youngest in quite awhile. I was very busy, trying to learn my responsibilities and what was expected of me. I had a lot to prove. My parents were well known at the college, I had a reputation to uphold. I wasn’t in the room when he went into labor.

“I was returning from the front of the bridge meeting a new student. I stepped through the main gate and through the snow falling I saw Kibum running to me. Making a huge scene and causing everyone walking through the courtyard to look at me. He looked as if he was the panicking Father, to be honest. She was so beautiful, Jonghyun.” Jinki’s grip on his hand tightened and he pressed his forehead further into the back of him as his voice threatened to crack. “I got into that room and it was maybe a few pushes before she was here and my entire world just stopped. I had everything I would ever want in that little bundle I held.

“Minhyuk and I were never meant to be, but we did our best to raise Jaehwa right. Every night after the last class, I’d go down and spend the night, helping feed and take care of her throughout. A few days a week I’d get her all to myself up at the college. She’d be wrapped on my chest as I worked on potions or taught a class. Kibum was very charmed with her. He was certain she’d grow up and kick her father’s ass in a duel.” Jonghyun could feel the wetness against his skin, the shaking of his body as he fought the urge to cry harder. “But then I was climbing up the back steps to the living residence that night and-”

“Jinki, baby, you don’t have to tell me.” His own cheeks were damp, voice barely over a whisper.

“I keep hearing the screaming, rushing in with fire to protect my family, and then...seeing Minhyuk holding our little girl, screaming, begging me to help, to change it, and I couldn’t do a thing. My entire world was crumbling and burning around me and all I could do was fall to my knees and take her from him, hold her close and wail. I-” Jinki’s hold on him lessened as he finally broke completely, sobbing, “I should have… protected her from him. It’s my fault. She was killed... because of me. The elf.”

Jonghyun whipped around as quickly as he could without slamming his head into Jinki’s nose. He took one look at the shell of the man he loved and clung to him, one hand in his hand the other around his waist. “The only person at fault is that vile man for hurting your little girl, for taking her away from you. It’s not your fault, Baby. It was never your fault.”

In response, Jinki’s fingers twisted in the thin cloth of Jonghyun’s tunic, sobbing into his chest, allowing himself to break into shambles completely.

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#jongyu #onjong #jonghyun #onew #shinee #skyrim au #my fic

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d33-alex · 5 years ago

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Toward a Theory of Journalistic Objectivity

Last Sunday, I received an email from a close friend telling me and others that after 60 years he was canceling his subscription to The New York Times because he was tired of its bias against U.S. President Donald Trump and, even more, its failure to cover the world except through the prism of Trump. A few weeks ago, another friend of mine said that he was no longer able to write about the world without making clear the harm that Trump was doing and the disgraceful sort of man he was.

The interesting point is that one believed that The New York Times was falsifying reality with its hostility to Trump, while the other said that describing Trump in any way other than vile was falsifying reality. Few of us hold opinions we know to be false, and therefore few of us see ourselves as falsifying reality. We think of ourselves as clarifying reality and as being the victims of others. That makes each of us a spokesperson for truth and those who disagree with us as in error. The political question is how should we treat those we think are in error? One way is to think of them as reasonable people, to be respected even in disagreement. The other is to regard them as either too stupid to realize they are in error or deliberately corrupt. If you follow the latter approach, they are unreasonable people and unworthy of respect.

Both are very intelligent, reasonable men, and in other circumstances they would like each other. The issue here is not the intellectual, moral or emotional differences between the two, but how the media should present a president about whom they disagree. This debate transcends the current national frenzy over the president. We have had many such times in American history. Rather it is a question of what is the intellectually appropriate manner for a newspaper or other media to deal with the frenzy.

Opinion vs. Fact

The New York Times is clearly hostile to Trump. The Times would argue that it is not hostile but faithfully reporting the news, which in the case of Trump happens to paint him in a bad light. Its critics say that the paper deliberately interprets Trump’s actions in the worst possible way and, even worse, spends so much time disparaging him that it either has no space for other vital global news or views all world events as affected by Trump’s actions, no matter how marginal they might be.

This raises the question of what a newspaper ought to be. Benjamin Franklin published the Pennsylvania Gazette in the 19th century. It mixed news and opinion without shame. Early newspapers were not committed to neutrality. Franklin believed he was committing himself to truth, and achieving it by stating his opinion. The difference between The New York Times and Franklin rests in the fact that Franklin did not believe providing thoughtful opinion was unethical whereas modern journalism thinks that it should be presented on editorial pages, separate from the news pages. More precisely, modern journalism draws an ethical line between opinion and fact. But in practice it is hard to distinguish what is, from what ought to be. More important, the vision of what ought to be seems to define what is important. The hidden sphere of opinion rests not in how the story is being told, but in the choice of the story that should be told. In making decisions over what is and what isn’t important, the newspaper is already painted over by opinion.

The problem is not with approaching your life’s work as a journalist with a vision of the world. It is impossible not to. The problem is pretending, particularly to yourself and then to your readers, that your selections are devoid of prior choice, that the editor and reporter are blank slates, reflecting reality without prejudice. The presentation of facts without framework is impossible.

Ben Bradlee was the editor-in-chief of The Washington Post. He was a close friend of the Kennedys and he hated Richard Nixon. It was the Post that transmitted the information provided by Deep Throat, a senior FBI official, to the public. The fact that the Post didn’t reveal for decades that its secret source was an FBI official left out a critical dimension of the story. It was not that Nixon was not guilty, but it was also true that the source and Bradlee wanted Nixon to fall. The Post wanted to get Nixon, and Nixon committed a crime. Both statements can be true. But the Post pretended to be neutral and hid the fact that its source was in the FBI. The framework of motives was hidden from the public and dismissed when Nixon supporters charged the Post with burying important details.

An Evolution

According to contemporary journalism, approaching a newsworthy subject with a personal agenda is unethical. The difference between Franklin and Bradlee is that Franklin made no claims about journalistic ethics. Bradlee did. For Franklin, having a view on fishing or justice is not incompatible with being a good journalist. The only caveat must be that the view is openly stated and held to be true by the author. Indeed, Franklin reveled in using his paper as a platform. His ethical principle, if there was one, was that he stood responsible for what he wrote.

After World War II, there was an evolution in newspaper publishing toward the idea of journalistic objectivity. Most newspapers had political leanings before the war, and while these persisted after the war, the major newspapers sought increasingly to draw a sharp distinction between the editorial and news pages. Part of this had to do with the increased power of journalism schools and the rise of technocracy. Before the war, the local news beat was frequently covered by high school graduates with street smarts and little formal journalistic education. Over time, these reporters could be promoted to covering national and even international news. H.L. Mencken, one of the great reporters in the first half of the 20th century, symbolized this. He was a high school graduate who mixed reporting with his own pungent views liberally.

With the rise of journalism schools, journalism was seen through a technocratic lens paralleling the other professions. It possessed a method taught in journalism schools that required expertise. But more importantly, and less consciously, the journalism schools taught not only how to cover the news, but what constituted the news. It is hard to encapsulate what their vision of the news was, but we can get a sense by recalling what was covered by what used to be called the “mainstream press.” The mainstream press reflected the dominant ideology following World War II. It focused on the Cold War, on the American economy and on the politics of the two political parties and the framework in which they thought. The John Birch Society and the Communist Party were observed as oddities, not as valid movements.

Writing and editing without a framework is impossible. As I have said, the mere selection and rejection of what is to be published shapes the newspaper. One of the tasks of an editor is to decide what stories make it to print. There is only so much space in a newspaper or time on television, and there are many things happening in the world. The decision on how much space to devote to a subject derives from some concept of what is important and what is not. This is the foundation of journalism and almost any field. And that decision has its roots in some model of reality, whether it’s conscious or not.

The Problem With Modern Journalism

The problem is that modern journalistic ethics insist that simplistic objectivity is possible, and it compels journalists and newspapers to pretend that their political beliefs, or support for the Redskins, does not shape the way in which the news is presented. Franklin would never hide his personal views, nor would he ever see them as prejudices. Rather, in his mind they were well-honed reflections that he provided the world as a gift, without prejudice. In this sense, reporters at Fox and CNN are better journalists and more honest than those at The New York Times or The Washington Post. They make no bones about who they are, nor do they hide how they shape the news. They don’t have what used to be called the mainstream press’s objectivity and don’t pretend to have it.

Objectivity is not impossible. But the first step of objectivity is to know yourself and to be aware of what you are doing and why. Knowing your own motive and not being ashamed of it allows your readers to choose whether to read your publication and allows you to impose the discipline of your own intentions. At any case, it can’t be hidden and, over time, becomes readily apparent to your readers, who may approve or disapprove but will read your publication nonetheless to hear another view. But without that objective evaluation of your purpose, all other objectivity is lost.

True objectivity is enormously difficult, as all great things must be. I face this dilemma every day. I solve it not by pretending not to have a view, but by practicing an idiosyncratic method, geopolitics as I understand it, that allows me – I believe – to understand the world more deeply. To use geopolitics well, you must force yourself to separate your superficial political views from your work. That is not easy; I and my staff are human. But we believe that only by abandoning the politics of our time can we actually understand the deeper structure of things. We are less interested in whether Trump is right or wrong than in the underlying forces that created his presidency, and all other presidencies.

There is the objectivity of knowing your politics and the objectivity in caring for something other than the daily political discourse. But objectivity is more than simple neutrality. It is being conscious of your ends and the methods that help you to reach those ends, and freely admitting what those ends are. Objectivity is enormously difficult, as is rigidly separating belief in method from beliefs on current affairs. The objectivity I am speaking of has more in common with Benjamin Franklin than with contemporary journalism.

True Objectivity

It is impossible to be perfectly objective, even in my terms. But then it is difficult to love, to be courageous and to be just. The difficulty of each of these things does not excuse anyone from trying. The shallow claim to objectivity of contemporary journalism is transparent. That does not mean that objectivity is impossible, as imperfect as all things human might be. But clinging to an objectivity that is both simplistic and transparent undermines the Republic. Objectivity is not pretending not to have an agenda, but showing clearly what that agenda is. You cannot live without an agenda and you cannot free yourself from the responsibility of having it. And then the world can see the degree to which your agenda is profound or trivial. The agenda does not have to be a political goal, although if it is, then that is legitimate. For me, it is a consistent method of understanding how the world works and what things are more important than others. I try to make it clear that I am working from this model, geopolitics, and that the breadth and emphasis of what my organization, Geopolitical Futures, addresses comes from there.

Franklin made no bones about the reasons he chose to write as much as he did on what he did. This I think is true objectivity. Newspapers in the United States used to be unabashedly political, and that meant they covered some topics obsessively and ignored others. But we knew who they were. Defining objectivity as possessing no preconceptions works if you really have no preconceptions, but what human is a blank slate, and what human has the discipline not to care? Journalism, like all crafts, requires a structure that defines the proportions of their craft and then the content, and that structure must be visible to those who care to understand it. The mere assertion of objectivity is not such a structure. It is merely a principle that neither constrains nor compels.

Donald Trump will pass into history, and so too will the passions of the moment. But the problem of objectivity will live on. Anyone can claim to be objective. It is not a structure that guides or constrains. It is just an intent that does not impose order. The irony and intentions of Franklin can be understood and seen in his writing. The problem is not the writing of The New York Times or the selection of stories; it is the assertion of objectivity without definition or rigor.

by George Friedman | Geopolitical Futures | Nov. 5, 2019 | http://bit.ly/2pJ3P3y

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borbonjennifer · 8 years ago

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Coffee is more than just a coffee

Most of writers love coffee. In my thesis research when I was 3rd year college, my topic is about poets, writing and aggression. While interviewing the respondents, all of them said that drinking coffee is another coping mechanism that they do, not just writing. Well, if I were the respondent, I would also say 'writing' is just one of my coping mechanisms. Yep, one of my coping mechanism is drinking coffee too. Why? Same as other's reasons (subjective reasons) "It tastes good", "it touches my soul", "it can calms me". For other scientific reasons, it can helps to digest easily, lowers risk of Alzheimer's disease, can cut the pain after working out, etc. For psychological reason, it can also reduce depression. That's true, when I'm sad, I will drink coffee then I'll be fine. Only one coffee a day for me, because drinking too much coffee won't calm me. Lol. It would kill me. I may feel something wrong then I will realize I'm just palpitating. Ok enough of saying about the benefits of coffee. Lol. There's a story behind why I can't help to spend my morning or a day without drinking coffee.

I usually sleep at night at 12 am, 1 am, 2 am or even 3-4 am. My earliest sleep is 11:30 pm. I just want to do a lot of things then after doing everything I want and I need to do, I will overly think first in my bed before to sleep. It sounds crazy but unfortunately, it becomes my routine. I may call myself unhealthy, but sometimes I would sleep when I got home from school. So it's ok.

There’s a night I slept at 12 pm. Just wow. As a night thinker like me, it's early so I'm a little bit proud. Then I woke up 5:45 am. I went to school without drinking coffee. Of course I frowned. There’s no more coffee at house and I didn’t get the chance to buy in a “sari-sari” store because I might arrive late at school. My first subject will start at 7 am (a critical time). I felt incomplete. I still felt sleepy even I took a bath. Despite of being sleepy and unconsciously think in other things, I still tried the best that I can to listen to the lecture of our professor.

1. In the 2nd subject, I bought some foods because there’s no time to eat lunch in the canteen and I think my mom didin’t cook for me. And I still felt sleepy, but thanks to our homosexual professor. He can really teach enthusiastically. He is seriously funny and can make all students listen to him. After the discussion, oh wow. There was a quiz. It’s my fault because my notes are incomplete. So I didn’t get my ideal score.

2. Then when class dismissed, I went home early because I want to take a bath again then sleep. When I was at home, I didn’t notice I have lunch in my bag. Urgh. Why did I buy foods at school? I’m saving money. Ok it just happened. Sorry mom I didn’t eat my lunch. Huhu I’m out of my mind. My mom was laughing. Lol. You forgot? You’re the one who put your lunch box in your bag.”

3. After taking a bath, my mom asked my mom asked why I went home early. She knows my schedule. “What the!! Omg!! Yep, I have to attend my Humanities subject at 1:30pm. Huhu. Thanks mom for reminding!! I actually forgot. So I hurried going back to school again. Lol. My bestfriend is waiting for me there. This is my 3rd stupid thing I did in this day.

4. After school, when I was already at home, I remember I have to go at LBC to pay the book I ordered in Ateneo de manila website. I used to buy things through website that’s why I always choose LBC padala. That crazy thing again, I forgot my ID when I was already at LBC. Urgh, ok so. I went home, and again went to LBC. Finally. Lol.

I was broke aff. HAHA. I hated myself. This happened yesterday. Lol. Now I realized coffee is not just a coffee!! But it's a coffee that makes your day a productive day and a happy day!! Being sleepy at school makes me disorganized and a stupid person. T_T So that was my story why drinking coffee in the morning is so important to me. Hmm this story can be a commercial. It's true. Everything is social psychological. Even when you are alone. You may not know, a simple certain situation may affect everything. xD

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kwangcvlt · 8 years ago

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Gross Chapter 5

Pairing: Kaisoo WARNINGS: Depression and Eating DisordersSummary: “Kyungsoo knows he’s gross, he knows he’s disgusting, but here he is, in love with the most perfect man, he thinks, has ever existed.”

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Kyungsoo was sure that at any second now his lungs were going to give up on him. His hands shook on his knees as he heaved in and out. They’d run through the new choreography a countless number of times and with each run through his strength declined his body protesting at every movement. His knees felt weak, a dull pain was stabbing his abdomen, and his stomach stinging in hunger which only further amplified his exhaustion. No matter how much he wanted just to go back to the dorms and just sleep he couldn’t. He had to keep going, he had to keep working harder, he had to lose more weight. Everyone in Exo was attractive, everyone was attractive and had so many fans to swoon over them but with his current body, he was only holding them back. He kept chanting in his head, only 15 more pounds and you’ll finally be attractive. He thought of the fans and how much they’d love him if he was thinner, handsome even. How maybe, just maybe he’d become even popular than some of the members.That drove him further. He had to keep going, dancing, singing, working, not only for the fans but all of Exo. He’d drinken 5 cups of water and eat only three crackers. 20 calories in each cracker, 60 calories in total for the day. With the ongoing practices, he could feel his body slowly losing weight as he worked off all the calories. The number on the scale had slowly been going down over the last month or so but he hadn’t lost enough. He was so close, his goal was in sight and he wasn’t about to stop now, not when everyone was counting on him. Not when so many fans were looking forward to him being attractive, like the rest of Exo. “Kyungsoo!” Kyungsoo lifted his upper body up to look at Junmyeon. He hesitated for a moment, “Yes?” “We’re starting now. Pay attention.” He’d fucked up yet again. The music began playing and Kyungsoo began moving through the steps. Kyungsoo’s mind raced as he tried to keep up with the other members. Junmyeon was probably angry at him, he probably wouldn’t talk to him for days. He was such a disappointment, why couldn’t he just get things right, he couldn’t dance, he could sing. That was the only reason he’s in Exo. He wasn’t handsome like the other members, he only had his voice, they knew that and the fans knew that. However, Baekhyun’s vocals were just as strong as his, if not better, if he were to leave Exo it would be like he had never been there in the first place. Baekhyun would take his place, the fans would probably be so grateful to get someone as ugly as him away from the rest of the members. His members would be so happy too if he just- “Kyungsoo!” He froze, he’d done it again hadn’t he, “You’re off beat.” Junmyeon sighed, “Let’s go again.” He’d had done it yet again, he’d held everyone back. He was such a failure, how long would it be until the boys grew sick of him, till all the fans hated him rather than simply tolerating him, how long till the members finally realized he wasn’t worth all of the trouble until he was kicked out? The song started again and Kyungsoo began to move once more. The pain in his chest growing with every passing second. The burning hunger becoming more unbearable with each beat. He didn’t want to but he had to stop and suddenly he was frozen to his spot. The music cut off second later. “Kyungsoo, what are you doing?” Junmyeon yelled turning towards him. Kyungsoo felt dizzy, his stomach was hurting an unreal amount. Black dotted his eyesight as he struggled to keep upright. “Are you okay, Kyungsoo?” He couldn’t recognize the voice, he knew it was one of the members but his mind was too hazy, his thoughts too obscured to know which one. He could vaguely make out a hand on his shoulder, but with the growing distortion of the world, it simply felt as if a ghost was touching him. “I’m fine,” He managed to mutter, “Just restart the song.” “We’re not going to restart the song Kyungsoo, you’re obviously sick.” Another voice spoke, Kyungsoo couldn’t place this one either. It was beginning to bug him. “No, no, really I’m fine.” Speaking was difficult, his vision kept growing increasingly darker, black specks slowly taking over his vision but he ignored it. He couldn’t stop, he had to keep going, he couldn’t delay practice, he couldn’t let the boys all suffer at his expense, “I promise I’m fi-,” And suddenly Kyungsoo could feel his body go limp as the world went black. _____

“Kyungsoo! Kyungsoo!” Kyungsoo slowly opened his eyes, he could feel a hand quickly patting his cheek in an attempt to awaken him. He looked up. His eyes landed on Jongin’s worried face. He was being held by him who had wrapped him tight in his muscular arms, Kyungsoo’s head forced against his firm chest. If Kyungsoo had the energy he would have been blushing. The other members crouched down around him looking intensely at him, concern on their faces. “I’m sorry,” Kyungsoo whispered. He struggled to keep from crying, “I’m so sorry.” He spoke louder this time. His throat closed painfully at the attempt to keep from crying but it was a failure, tears rushed down his cheeks. “Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol spoke, “What happened? Why did you keep going?” “I’m so sorry.” he said again. “Soo, why are you sorry you’re the one who passed out, I should be sorry for continuing to push you.” Junmyeon spoke, “But why didn’t you say anything?” “I’m sorry,” He hiccuped, “I know I’m stopping practice, I’m so sorry.” Tears continued to fall rapidly. “What are you talking about Soo?” Baekhyun whispered, grabbing his hand, “Screw practice, you’re sick.” “No!” Kyungsoo yelled sitting up too quickly making him light headed once again. Pushing Jongin’s arms off of him, his tears stopping abruptly as he tried to find the words. Kyungsoo’s voice was soft as he spoke. “I can’t hold you guys back, I can go to the dorm and you all can keep practicing. You guys can’t stop improving just because I did something stupid.” “Kyungsoo, I know you’re upset for push yourself but-” Junmyeon started. “Of course I should push myself,” Kyungsoo spoke louder this time, Baekhyun squeezed his hand. “I shouldn’t have passed out, if I had kept going it would have been fine, but I didn’t.” The hunger was slowly creeping back to Kyungsoo, just as strong as before. It was taking over his mind as he desperately tried to ignore it. “Soo,” This time it was Jongin who spoke, “What are you talking about? How do you expect us to keep going when you are suffering like this?” Kyungsoo sighed, “I’m not suffering you guys are.” The members looked at him confused, “How exactly are we suffering Kyungsoo?” Sehun asked, his voice on edge as if he knew the answer that was coming. As if he could tell just how much Kyungsoo was hating himself. Kyungsoo let out a short laugh, “It’s obvious isn’t it?” He looked around at all of the members, their expressions the same as before, Kyungsoo paused pulling his hand away from Baekhyun, “You have to be in a group with me.” The room went deathly silent as the members absorbed the words just spoken. Several emotions played across all 11 boys faces, confusion, to sadness, then finally anger. “What the fuck are you saying?” Kris yelled, rage seeping from his voice. Kyungsoo flinched. “I know that Exo would be better without be-” “Don’t you dare say that.” Jongin growled, “How could we, how could I, even function without you? You’re an important part of this team, no this family.” “Kyungsoo,” Yixing spoke his voice a comforting contrast to the two boys who had just spoken, “When we say “We are one” we mean it, you’re a part of us. You don’t hold us back, you move us forward.” “He’s right, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Jongin, “Without you who would cook for me, or watch movies with me, or cuddle with me when I’m cold? Who would make me smile whenever I’m not feeling my best? Who could be there for me like you are?” Kyungsoo looked at him in shock, “Those things don’t bother you?” “Bother me? Why would they ever bother me?” “Because, well, because I’m gross.” Jongin grabbed both of his hands with his own larger ones wrapping firmly around them, “Don’t you ever say that again. You’re perfect, okay. That’s why, well that’s why,” Jongin stammered, the words not fully coming out. “That’s why what?” Kyungsoo asked. “That’s why you’re my best friend.” Jongin finally spoke. Kyungsoo nodded, best friend, Kyungsoo thought solemnly, of course, what else? Kyungsoo yelled at himself for getting his hopes up, Jongin would never look at him that way, Jongin would never love him like how he does. Jongin could say he was perfect but he knew that was a lie, he knew the truth, that he was nowhere near perfect, near attractive even. Most of all, the thing Kyungsoo could never change, was that Kyungsoo was a boy. A fact that would never let Jongin look at him, a fact that would forever keep him stuck as just a friend. Baekhyun sighed loudly, “Man you guys are still chasing circles around each other?” Kyungsoo looked at him “What do you mean?” Kyungsoo asked. “Nothing,” Baekhyun sighed again, “Let’s just go home, okay Soo?” Kyungsoo nodded, “Let’s go home.” _____

The members, mostly Jongin, refused to let Kyungsoo walk home after his fainting spell, forcing him to give him ride on Jongin’s back. He could hear his heart thumping in his chest and he tried desperately not to focus on the heat emitting from Jongin’s back onto his chest. “I’m sorry I’m so heavy,” Kyungsoo whispered in his ear. Jongin laughed, “I thought we talked about this earlier? You’re extremely light Kyungsoo.” Kyungsoo smiled to himself, burying his face in the back of Jongin’s back, slowly inhaling his scent. He didn’t know when he’d have this opportunity again, the chance to be slow close to Jongin without the taller questioning it. The trip back to the dorm never seemed shorter than he’d ever experienced in the entire time Kyungsoo had been living there. Before he knew it Jongin was sitting him down on the couch and turning around to face him. “Soo, your shoes are still on I’ll take them off for you, okay?” He smiled. Kyungsoo panicked, “No, you don’t have to do that.” But it was too late Jongin was already untying his shoelaces before slowly sliding his first shoe off. “I’m sorry if they smell…” Jongin chuckled, “We live in a dorm with 10 other boys Soo, this is nothing. Even if the did smell, which they surprisingly don’t, they couldn’t smell much worse than me right now.” Kyungsoo frowned, “You don’t smell bad.” Jongin looked up at him as he pulled the other shoe off, “Kyungie, you don’t have to go light on me, I’m covered in sweat right now.” “Even sweaty you smell nice.” Kyungsoo blushed, he’d slipped up. Jongin looked down and Kyungsoo could faintly see a smile playing on his lips. “Soo,” Jongin said looking back up, “You really shouldn’t say things like that to me.” “Sorry,” Kyungsoo spoke quietly. Jongin looked straight into his eyes, softly taking Kyungsoo’s hand, “It makes me too flustered when you say stuff like that.” Kyungsoo’s face heated up, his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. Suddenly the hunger in his stomach was replaced with butterflies as he looked into Jongin’s brown eyes. Never before had Kyungsoo been more conscious of his hand in his life. “Kyungsoo,” He pulled his hand away quickly as he heard Baekhyun call his name from behind, “You get in the shower first okay?” He turned around to look at him “Okay!” “Woah, Woah, Woah, you just passed out no way you’re getting in the shower now,” Jongin argued. “Fine then,” Baekhyun countered, “You get in with him.” Kyungsoo's face went red as he thought of that situation, Jongin would then surely know his feelings then. “No way,” Jongin replied. Of course, Kyungsoo thought, why would Jongin ever want to do that. “Okay,” Kyungsoo could see a smirk form on Baekhyun’s mouth, “I’m sure Sehun would be willing to do it.” “No!” Jongin yelled, his eyes quickly flashed from Kyungsoo back to Baekhyun, “I’ll shower with him it’s fine.” “Jongin you really don’t-” “No Soo, it’s final,” He interrupted, “You can’t just shower alone.” “Then why can’t I shower with Sehun?” “Because,” Jongin paused, “Because I know you better than Sehun and because that’s just the way it is.” Kyungsoo looked at him, confused, “But I really don’t get-” “Oh my god Soo,” Baekhyun cut in, “Just go get in the shower already, the rest of us can’t go until you get out.” Kyungsoo nodded. He watched as Jongin stood up in front of him before sticking his hand out for Kyungsoo to grab. “Let’s go then Soo.” And Kyungsoo slowly took his hand.

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akaashirabu · 8 years ago

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‘I can’t get enough I’m overdosed’ - EXO BH [M]

So after writing my first ever mature fanfiction ft. CY, my friend who was CY biased read it and then she recommended doing another one so I wrote another and it featured BH (my friend gave the smut part yeah). This was my most recognized fic in my aff accnt though and I revived it as an Akashi Seijuro fic in my wattpad and was still my most recognized one. Idk why really.

I’m Lee Eunjae but most people call me Jae. I’m on my last year as a High school student so yes; I’m a senior in my school.

What type of a senior student am I?

I’m like the pokerfaced girl who gets a lot of A+ in Calculus and Physics thus being in the Honor roll ever since freshmen days. Not to mention I have a big responsibility in school for I am the Student Council’s Vice President.

Yeah that sums up my student life, always on the limelight because of high grades and being VP. The fact is I always have to protect this so called reputation of mine and I hate it.

I never really cared that much for that stupid reputation but that changed when I met my biggest rival ever.

His name is Byun Baekhyun.

I was this close to being on top but then he came being the smart ass he is and there I was always on the second place.

I hate his guts but I wouldn’t deny his good looks and his ability to make every girl fell for him just like that.

At first everything was okay but then when Junior Year came I have no choice but to work with him since he was elected as the president and me as vice president.

That’s when the ‘protect your reputation’ game began.

The truth is me and Baekhyun were hiding a big secret that no one should ever know.

Baekhyun and I… we were…

Friends with benefits

But considering how we treat each other maybe you can rather call it Foes with benefits.

Who would actually think the School’s President and Vice President were actually hiding this dirty secret?

I don’t regret it though…doing this sinful thing with Baekhyun felt wrong but also felt too right for me.

I looked at the door when I heard it being opened; I’m currently in the Student Council’s office after classes ended.

There he was, Byun fucking Baekhyun who managed to look freaking handsome wearing our school uniform.

He immediately closed the door and locked it. I don’t even know if he noticed my presence.

“Hey aren’t you supposed to be heading home already?” I asked, since I know he doesn’t like dropping by at the office after class.

“Why? Is it bad to drop by the office?” he asked back.

I didn’t give an answer and just remained silent.

I watched how Baekhyun took of his school jacket and loosen his tie.

That was somewhat…hot and it’s turning me on.

I realized he was looking back at me right now and that made me go back to sanity.

“Tell me Jae, do you regret it?” he asked as he got near to where I was.

“Regret what?” I say.

“You know…what we…secretly do” he whispered.

I gulped; I never thought he would ask this to me…ever.

“I…Baekhyun…no I d-don’t” I stuttered out.

He was a lot closer to me right now.

He didn’t speak and I didn’t know what to do for I was getting nervous and I don’t know why.

The next thing I knew was Baekhyun attacked my lips with a longing kiss. It was rough but I actually like it.

I pulled from the kiss to catch my breath while Baekhyun moved to my neck and left a trail of wet kisses.

“This will be the last time Baek” I say. “This will mark the end; this will be the last time I’ll stray from the path”

He looks up at me with questioning eyes and asked “What do you mean Jae?”

I bet he’s trying to find the connection between what I’m saying and the smile on my lips.

“This will be the last time” I say again. Walking backwards as I felt my butt hit his desk. I wrap my arms on his shoulders, pulling him forward so he’ll be a lot closer to me.

We kissed again but this time I was the first one who initiated it. I’m shocked by what I’m saying, what I’m wanting and what I’m doing.

“This is the last time” I say one more time “So let’s make it good” I added.

In a matter of seconds, Baekhyun lifted me up letting me sit at his desk and opened my legs as he positions himself between them. He’s on me again; his mouth is crushed on mine as he pulls my hair, his hand reaches up my skirt and he roughly put aside my panties as he plunged his fingers inside of me. This time I didn’t resist and I let out a moan.

The kiss went rough; we’re both sucking and our tongues battling for dominance. His mouth tasted both bitter and sweet. His fingers start to get faster and I gently bite his lip as I tried hard to hold back my moans.

I start to work on the buttons of his shirt. I’m too desperate to touch Baekhyun, every part of Byun Baekhyun. This is the last time and I’m going to make it good.

Now his chest is bare and exposed for me to stroke and taste.

My mouth moved to his neck as I too left a trail of wet kisses. He kept on pumping his fingers in and out of me in a faster pace. When his thumb slips back up to my clit, I moaned again and this time I’m not able to suppress the sound.

I’m pulling off his belt now, unbuttoning his pants, lowering it down with his boxer as I reach for what’s waiting for me. I let my fingers slide down to his whole length and this time Baekhyun was the one couldn’t suppress his moan. It’s his breathing that is out of control as he took of my blouse in one swift move and unclasped my bra. He started to caress my breasts, gently pinching my nipples as he kisses my hair.

I got down from the desk and take off my skirt by myself. I want to give him this and I want to give myself everything Baekhyun has to offer. I’m breathing him in, feeling his touch…I want to taste him. I then lower myself to my knees and let my tongue dance to his erection. Baekhyun was taken aback as I take his whole length in my mouth.

“Ahhhh Jae” hearing how sexy Baekhyun moaned my name it gave me a lot of eagerness, a sense of urgency. I need him inside of me right now.

Baekhyun pulls me away and lifts me back up onto the desk.

“No more teasing Jae” he said and gave me a peck on the lips “Now tell me want you’ve been wanting all this time”

“I want you inside of me Baekhyun” I say.

“What?” he asked.

“Fuck me Baek, Fuck me” he smirked and pushes my thighs apart.

He stares into my eyes for a moment before pressing forcefully inside of me.

“Ahhhh Baekhyun” I cried out as I instantly come. I’m filled with him, his taste on my lips.

I was grasping his shoulders as he moves, pushing in again and again as I moan nonstop.

He again stares into my eyes and I can’t look away as he continued to pound on me. My hips found his rhythm as each of our thrust meet. Our moans and constant skin slapping was heard in the whole office right now.

“Baekhyun there ahh deeper” I moaned as he hit my spot.

He got it and positioned himself to keep on hitting that spot where I go crazy.

And as my second orgasm explodes through me, I feel him shudder, feel him coming inside me and spilling out his juices.

And yes, that was yet another sinful thing we did.

As we stay there, pressed against each other, the room smelling of sweat and sex.

“Last time my ass” I hear Baekhyun mutter.

A smile crept up on my lips as I rest my head on his shoulders.

“This won’t be the last time you know” Baekhyun added.

“I know” I whispered.

“I mean this will be the last time we’re doing it as foes with benefits though” he grinned.

“I know Baek I know” I say again.

He leaned closer to me, our foreheads touching.

“So will you officially be my girlfriend?” He asked.

I gave a nod and attacked him with a kiss on the lips.

Yes, that means yes.

“I love you” he whispered in between our kiss.

“I love you too idiot” I whispered back.

#exo #exok #fanfiction #smut #maturecontent #baekhyun #byunbaekhyun #oneshot

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seafoam-blue · 8 years ago

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The Star by wuyifan95, deedee_zelo90 & alyssa_1998

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Story Title: 6/10

The story has fourteen chapters and I asked myself if I actually had time to read it. I find the title quite cute, if I say so myself. Yet, I can't seem to see the relevance it has to your story plot. I can sense a little connection but it's not a huge part of the whole story. A title needs to be effective to an extent it does accurately portray the message and plot of the story. A title also needs to be able to portray the story plot well without giving away too much. Your title, in my opinion, is vague in a good way but I can't seem to understand it and I'm really sorry.

Appearance wise I have to say it is quite mediocre, the title isn't a turn-off but it isn't really a hook either. It’s a bit on the plain side, and it sounds like something that many people would use. Correct me if I'm wrong, but did you get your title from EXO's The Star? I kinda guessed that because when I first saw your title, I was quickly reminded of that song which happens to be one of my favourites. I don't think the title is eye-catching enough, and that is one of the problems with naming a fanfic after a song. There are too many other fanfics with the same title and this will not help yours to stand out. Perhaps, you should come up with something more profound. You can try messing around with words, find something relating to the story yet not revealing the plot.

Foreword & Description: 11/15

Let's start with the description first, shall we? Your description is something safe as I'd like to call it. You pretty much summarized everything without giving away too much and that's good. It's not the best but it's fine to me. There are certain parts that caught my attention, so well done. There's one thing I'd like to talk about and that is your sentence construction. I don't know why but most of your sentences are really awkward to read, or maybe it's just me. Try to rewrite some parts in your description to make it more appealing and readable to the reader's eyes. You can ask your co-authors to help you or just ask for a beta-reader. I'm not sure if English is your first language but you do have a bit of wrong grammar from your description.

Original: Kris already has a girlfriend who he loves.

Correction: Kris already has a girlfriend whom he loves.

As you can see, a lot of people tend to get this mistaken. 'Who' vs. 'Whom'. I read a lot of fics where the author got these two words mixed up. Here's some explanation. From what I've studied, who should be used in the subject position in a sentence, while whom should be used in the object position, and also after a preposition. For example:

Who cooked this rice? (here, who is the subject of the sentence)

Whom do you think we should support? (here, whom is the object of support)

To whom do you wish to talk to? (here, whom is following the preposition to)

I hope you get the idea. I'm sorry if you don't understand what I'm trying to say. I'm really bad at explaining things, so forgive me.

Moving on to the foreword, I think everything's fine here. The only thing that needs a little touch-up is the sentence construction which I've mentioned before. The snippet you've given is nice, I have nothing to complain about. The only real problem I have with your overall description are your character descriptions where you introduced the three major characters and gave a brief outline of them. I feel that this is really unneeded as the details you gave under each character could have been introduced in the story rather than the foreword itself. It's fine if you're giving the readers and subscribers the important information, but never give away their personalities. Sometimes things should just be left hidden so that the readers can discover them themselves.

Characterization: 8/10

Here, I'll just talk about the three characters that seem dominant in my opinion, which are Kris, Hyuna and Lunia. I find that your characters are interesting, but they're not memorable or amusing to me. You developed your characters with dialogues instead of describing their actions and feelings. It's not wrong but it's not good either. Some readers might have a hard time grasping your characters and connect to them. I don't have a problem with it, though. I won't ask you change the way you write because you're probably comfortable with that style of writing. Different authors have different kinds of writing styles. It all depends on taste and preference so I won't say much.

Let's start off with Kris. Based on what you wrote, I think he's an idiot. I had neutral feelings for him. I didn't like Kris but at the same time I didn't hate him. I find his character irresponsible. He left Hyuna for 4 years without a good explanation and when he finally met her, he acted like nothing happened. Honestly, I wasn't satisfied with that. He even dared to stay the night with Hyuna and made out with her. That was absolutely unacceptable and unfair considering what he had done to the girl. Another thing is that he's currently having conflicts with his own feelings. He loves Lunia but at the same time he loves Hyuna. He might be irresponsible and stupid at some point, but I can still see that he's selfless. He left Hyuna for a reason and seeing how he kept the secret for so long, he must've have loved the girl very much. I can see that he has flaws which is good. I want to feel sorry for Kris, but he brought all the problems to himself and I really hope in the future chapters, he is able to make things right.

As for Hyuna, I think she is quite a strong-minded person. She won’t take it when someone tries to hurt her, she stands up for herself against Kris and I really like this aspect of her. She acts all tough when she's broken on the inside and I think this is portrayed really well. Taking a revenge on Kris was a dirty trick but after what she had been through, it's understandable and realistic. I realized that Hyuna wasn't the girl that she used to be. When she was in Canada, I saw that she was very bright and cheerful. She was also friendly as she was able to befriend Kris in a split second. But after what happened, she became cold and passive that she can't seem to interact with anyone other than her brother and her best friends. She detaches herself from other people because she doesn't want her trust to be betrayed again like what Kris did to her. She might have changed, but I can still see bits of her old traits in her because that's her true personality which I find you did a good job of portraying. I like her character.

Now, it's Lunia's turn. Lunia is an insane person that I can't even think of her as 'normal'. She's really bubbly, like really really bubbly. I had a hard time understanding her because to me, her personality was hard to grasp. I'm starting to wonder why the EXO boys treasure her so much when she comes off as clingy and spoiled, which makes her unlikeable to me. She feels like a 'Mary-Sue' who lacks layers as a character. She feels really flat and plain, and she did come off as unrealistic at one point. I gotta say that it annoys me that Sehun likes her because I honestly think he deserves better. I hope you will try to improve her character as the story goes on because there's nothing to it. One thing that doesn't make sense is that she keeps calling Kris 'oppa' when she's actually Chinese and Kris is also Chinese. I don't see the point why she calls Kris 'oppa' when they're both Chinese.

Summary/Plot: 15/20

So far, the plot for the whole story is not the most original plot out there because I've read a few fanfics before with the same idea. But then again, I can't say much about it because your story is still on-going. What I have to say about your plot though is that it’s interesting, believe me. I really do like your plot. I know with plots many readers have their own preference of what makes up a good story but with yours it already has a decent plot. The only problem is the flow and I will talk about it later in the flow section. I won't talk about originality because that doesn't matter to me. We see cliché fics everyday. I've also written a lot of fanfics with cliché plots before. Cliché isn't always bad. If you know how to deal with it, your story will do great. One more thing, please avoid using symbols for your chapter titles. It just looks messy for some reasons.

Grammar/Spelling: 10/20

This is possibly the weakest section you’ve done in and you need to understand this so I’m going to explain it as clearly as possible. I don't know if English is your first language or not because you didn't specify, but I have to say that your grammar really distracted me. I'm not a Grammar Nazi, I'm not even a native English speaker to begin with. But there were a handful of grammar mistakes I found throughout the story, and most of them are the very basic ones. Here are few to name: tenses, punctuation, spacing, vocabulary and also some sentences that didn't make sense; I would understand what you were trying to say, but the way you strung your words together sounded really awkward or the words were simply incorrect. I suggest you type your story in Microsoft Word before publishing it on AFF because it's really helpful. Microsoft Word is every author's best friend, as I'd like to call it. I know it's sometimes tiring to copy and paste your writing because I used to feel that way before, but it helps to fix our grammar and such. I want to list some of your mistakes but you disabled text selection, so I think you can ask your co-authors to fix them for you.

Organization/Flow: 5/15

The flow of your story felt extremely rushed (to me at least). My advice: don’t rush things. Stop and explain. Some events felt rushed, like the flashback with T.O.P and the engagement between Kris and Lunia. The transitions from one event to another in a chapter was not subtle and that really bothered me. The overall flow wasn't terrible just try to slow things down a bit and add more descriptions, but not too much or otherwise it'll be boring. I didn't quite like the POV change because I feel like everything can be written with the third person omniscient POV without adding all the characters' POVs.

Structure: 8/15

There’s nothing embarrassing to point out so don’t be scared over reading this section. You did pretty well in this section but I'd like to talk about your paragraph structuring. You tend to collapse your paragraphs into one big paragraph when there are certain parts that need to be separated. It looks scattered and inconsistent. I suggest that you make them shorter; a lot of your paragraphs could be written one by one. I also don't quite like how you bolded the dialogues. Bolds are mainly used to emphasize things. In your case, you're using it for dialogues and there's no need for that, to be honest. Just stick to normal colour and format for the dialogues. No bolds or italics, unless you want to emphasize something.

Bonus: 2/5

The story is good in its own way. I can say that there are aspects in writing that I know you can improve on. Your readers seem to enjoy your story a lot, and I think that's the most important thing when it comes to a story. Your story is fun to read, I enjoyed it. The only problems are your grammar and flow, so try to fix that as soon as you can. You have two co-authors to help you so I don't think there will be a problem.

Total: 65/100

Notes: Hi there wuyifan95! I know that you requested from muraskipandadreams to review your story but I had to take over it for some reasons. I'm really sorry this took so long. I had a problem with my computer a few days ago and I actually had to read your story one chapter a day because of my busy schedule. I hope I didn't come out too harsh and my review's helpful. I'm sorry if it didn't come out as you expected. I haven't been reviewing stories for months so I hope you understand the difficulties I had when I was working on your request. Hope you enjoy your review. Thanks for requesting!

reviewed on 8/7/2014

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jbankai89 · 8 years ago

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The Stag and The Snake Part I, Chapter Eight - Time

My good friend and braintwin @kuriquinn suggested I try posting my actual fics on Tumblr, rather than just linking them, so I'm giving it a try. For those of you following my work on AO3 or AFF, these will be reposts until I'm caught up and everything is posted. :)

Title: The Stag and the Snake

Author: JBankai89

Status: Complete, Part 1: 12/12 Part 2: 22/22

Rating: Part 1: PG-13, Part 2: NC-17 Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Achievements: None

Warnings: Violence and Gore, Violent Sexual Assault, Minor Character Death

Summary: Vernon Dursley is enraged with the prospect of raising a boy he never wanted. Petunia recalls something that might help them get the child out of their hair more quickly. Overcoming their recalcitrance for anything magical, they invoke The Rite of Betrothal. Who will Harry be forced to marry, and will he be able to cope with all the demands it will entail?

Word Count: Part 1: 46 772 Part 2: 85 442