#as well as very very long sentences composed of multiple asides

[softgrungeprophet]

i was today years old when i discovered there is a word for the way i speak lol (cluttering)

[duckprintspress]

How can I write quickly?

I (hi, I’m @unforth) have been asked frequently over the years how I write a lot quickly. I’m a pretty fast writer - for example, I wrote the 5600 words of my May Trope Mayhem fill from yesterday in under 2.5 hours. 

First, a little of my personal history for context. I’ve always written, starting from when I was able to string letters into (very poorly spelled) words and (horrible un-grammatical) sentences. When I started trying my hand at serious, professional-level fiction writing, I joined a community called novel_in_90, which was founded by the author Elizabeth Bear. The purpose of novel_in_90 was “to be NaNoWriMo but more realistic.” Instead of 50,000 words in 31 days, it was 67,500 words in 90 days, or 750 words a day. I participated in multiple rounds of novel_in_90 starting in mid-2005, and in 2007 I completed my first (godawful) novel. When I started, even writing a couple hundred words of day took me forever, but it got easier with time. 

During those same years, I also got a job that required I do professional writing on a deadline: I was a grant writer, and I only got paid when the grants won. That often meant working fast under high pressure, culminating in the weekend I wrote and edited an entire 40 pages grant that was due on Monday. I think, if I hadn’t had a solid foundation of “regular daily plodding writing,” I’d not have been able to marathon when the moment came...and it came because I had to, not because I wanted to. However, I learned a valuable lesson: I could. Subsequently, I found that, when I had the time and space and was rested enough to use my brain, I could bust out a huge amount. Like, I wrote an entire 150,000 word novel in 17 days.

My personal record is about 200,000 words in one month (it was the month I wrote that novel; I wasn’t tracking when I did that so I don’t know exactly), 25,000 words in a day, and I’ve topped out around 3,000 words an hour. I do know people who can do more...but not many.

Not everyone will be able to do this. Flat out, I MUST preface the rest of this post by saying that. Some people will find that writing fast fits their brain, and for others, it just won’t, and that’s okay. Fast doesn’t equal better, and it isn’t inherently “good” to write fast. Furthermore, even for those who can write fast, not everyone will find the same strategies helpful. I can share what works for me. Try out one item, some items, or all of these - if writing faster is something you want to be able to do, which it certainly never has to be. Use what works for you, and discard the rest.

Sit in your chair, put your fingers on your keyboard or touch screen, and write. You can’t write 1,000 words in half an hour until you write one word, however long that one word takes. I know saying this is obvious, but I’ve been asked “how can I write fast” by people who struggle to write at all...fast can’t be your priority until you’ve got a foundation of just writing. (Honestly...fast should never be your priority, but it might be helpful to you regardless, which can make it worth learning.)

Start small. Set an achievable goal, and make yourself meet that goal (daily, weekly, whatever) come hell or high water, no matter how long it takes you. Keep the goal small at first; you’re not trying to torture yourself, you’re trying to build a skill. If you set the goal high enough that you consistently fail, you’re not teaching yourself anything. And, if you find the goal IS too high...lower it. There’s no shame in working within your limits. Think of it like starting a new work out regimen: you wouldn’t try to run a 10k at a record time if you can’t run a mile slow. Treat your fingers and your brain the same way you’d treat your legs and joints. Give them time to grow, learn, and improve before you try to push yourself.

Trying to write daily is worthwhile if you want to work on your writing speed, because you’ll be forced to try to fit it in as you’re able - that might be ten minutes in your morning, or an hour in your evening, and it might vary from day to day, but making it daily means you have to fit it in somewhere.

Building skills takes time and isn’t easy. For some people, it will come easier than for others, and even when you’re fast, going from “I can write words fast” to “I can write damn good words fast” takes practice and dedication and accepting constructive criticism - speed alone will never be worth more than writing well.

Having a community can help. Ya’ll will check in on each other, cheer each other on, remind each other that missing a day or a goal isn’t the end of the world, and keep each other’s spirits up. If you don’t know other writerly folks online, I recommend Weekend Writing Marathon ( @weekendwritingmarathon ) as a good place to start (I used to be a mod there). Once you’re trying to work up to larger word counts in a day, remember that even writing fast will take minutes or hours. You can’t write 2,500 words in an hour if you don’t set an hour aside. Make sure you’re giving yourself the room and time you need to succeed.

You will probably never be able to do high, rapid word counts every day, every week, every month. The best runners in the world don’t run marathons every day. Set realistic long term goals.

Work on projects where you have a clear idea of where you’re going. I’m not saying “pantsers” can’t write fast, because of course they can, but if you want to write fast, and well, and coherently, to create a first draft that’s in pretty good shape, you’ll do better if you have a good sense of what you’re trying to accomplish with your story. That doesn’t mean you need to do all your world building up front, or have a complete outline (I never have either). All you really need is what happens next. I tend to plan projects - and write them - one full scene at a time, with only a vague idea what’s going to come after. (I’m personally a “plantser,” and the strategies in this post will likely be most effective to other plantsers.)

Visualize ahead of time what you’d like to write...but don’t get too attached to what you visualize. When I go to bed, I plan the next scene I’m going to compose, often to the least detail. I then forget all of it overnight, at least all the specifics, and I’m left with a general sense and shape of what’s to come. You’ll never be able to replicate the “perfect” dialog you pre-conceive, so give up on trying to. Instead, play through the scene and think about the emotional beats you want to hit and plot points you want to forward. If you keep that in mind, you’ll be able to get the words out faster than if you’re agonizing over every word or regretting the “oh-so-great” idea that you’ve since forgotten. 

Practice different work styles. If writing every day doesn’t work for you, try instead saying, “this is my writing day each week,” and aim for a lot that specific day, and write little or nothing other days. Try writing at different times of day and on different days, fitting it into your schedule. If you’re beating yourself up for not writing when you “should,” it’ll be that much harder to succeed, so instead, as I said for point 2 - set a reasonable goal that fits your life and working style, fitting it around your other responsibilities, and push yourself within that framework, instead of trying to shoehorn into a style that you “think you should” use to succeed. 

Track your word counts, and take notes on how much you did and what project you were working on. If you’re also experimenting with different times of day and different days, make sure you note that too. I personally use a simple Excel sheet (well, Google Sheets, now) - column one is the date, column 2 is “starting word count,” column 3 is “ending word count,” column 4 is “=column 3 - column 2”, column 5 is notes. Pay attention to when you succeed at writing faster, and when you don’t, and consider what factors might have played into your success...and then try to replicate those factors next time you’re doing a sprint. Control as many variables as you can while you’re “training.”

If you find social media distracting, trying getting a web browser extension that prevents you from connecting to websites for a set period of time.

If you find you tend to dither before starting, I find it helpful to run through everything that I might do to procrastinate (check my social media! grab a snack! make some tea! set up my playlist! check my social media again! finish making the tea! check my social media for what I swear will be the last time!), and when I’m done, it’s like, well, I’ve done all those things, I’ve got no choice left, time to write, no excuses left.

If you find you struggle with picking up a WIP, try leaving off in the middle of a sentence at the end of a session, one where you know exactly how it ends - or, leave off mid-paragraph, or when you are positive you know what happens next (and I mean literally next, as in the very next sentence.) It’s much easier to “pick back up” when your first words are super clear. (Do not do this if you think there’s any chance you’ll forget or end up in a situation where you won’t return to your WIP for months!) 

If you find you struggle to maintain continuity across multiple writing sessions, try rereading what you wrote the previous day before you proceed. Resist the urge to edit it!

Avoid stopping when you get stuck, even to do research. Don’t know a fact? Add a comment to your manuscript flagging the relevant text, “LOOK THIS UP LATER.” Can’t think of a word? Put in something you can use the “find” function on easily (I personally use “XX” since there are no words that have a double x in them) and so you can come back later, search for your chosen placeholder, and fill in the blanks. Not sure how a scene ends but know the next scene? Jump ahead.

That said, if you really don’t know what happens next, you don’t do yourself any favors by pressing on. As I’ve said previously, speed alone should never be your writing object. It’s better to slow down, consider your plot, figure out where you’re going, and then write, than to just plow ahead - or at least, that’s better if you want a manuscript you’ll actually be able to use for something at a later point. If you’re truly just practicing, you can also say “screw it, who needs coherence?” and keep going. I’d personally never have finished my first novel if I’d spent a lot of time worrying about making the pieces fit together and yeah, it’s a mess, but it’s a mess I wrote instead of a mess I got stuck on and never completed.

Don’t move the finish line. If you’ve set the goal of 500 words a day, don’t beat yourself up if you get 550 because you think you think you could have done more. If you say you’ll write five days a week, don’t get mad because you DID have time the sixth day but chose to use it on something else. If you make yourself feel like shit when you succeed, what’ll happen when you fail? And when you’re comfortable and really think you’re ready, change the goal - reassess every month, say, and up your goals. While working for speed, trying upping your word count goal without changing the amount of time you allot for working.

Your need to adhere to the above suggestions will change over time. Once, I always had an outline; now I often don’t need one. Once, I wouldn’t let myself stop even to use a thesaurus; now, I find I can look up words without breaking my flow or significantly slowing myself down. This is not an “all or nothing” prospect, nor is it a “do things the same way forever once you’ve found one (1) thing that works” prospect - you’ll experiment, and find strategies that work for you, and then at some point, your needs will change, and you’ll experiment more, and find new strategies that work for you, on and on, as your skills grow. 

To reiterate: writing fast should never be your objective in and of itself! Greater writing speed will come with practice and as a general side effect of improving your craft. Simply being able to write fast is useless; being able to write fast and well will enable you to get more of your ideas out there, so if that’s something you’d like to accomplish, focus on building your general skills and training yourself to be able to use those skills rapidly and in tandem with each other to produce decent writing, in a first draft, at a decent speed.

Once you try, you may find none of this works for you! That’s okay. That’s good! You tried, which means you learned something about yourself and your own writing style, and that too will help you to improve. Keep experimenting, keep learning, and find what does work for you - and accept that no two writers will ever be the same, and one of those differences will be writing speed. Some writers will never write fast, and that’s doesn’t make them any less awesome or valid. And some writers will always write fast, and that doesn’t make them inherently awesome or valid. Only with a suite of skills that suit your individual life, personality, work style, writing capabilities, goals, etc., will you succeed as a writer (for various, personalized definitions of the word “success”); speed is only one of those potential skills, and not one that’s particularly important in my opinion...yet I still get asked about it fairly often, so here we are, these are my suggestions

Go forth, and write some words! <3

[el-dritchknight]

Pining and Pinning [jarrod/mc]

Title: Pining and Pinning

Summary: Sparring makes up around seventy percent of your time with Jarrod, but all this training hadn't prepared either of you how to deal with feelings.

Fandom: Keeper of the Sun and Moon; Keeper of the Day and Night; Choice of Games

Characters | Ships: Main Character/Jarrod Lin

Tags: Pining, Also Pinning (Literally), Denial of Feelings, Almost Kiss, Sparring

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30802526

Notes:  Happy birthday, Jarrod! This is set during book 2, [spoilers] after MC's deathbed love confession. Also, the options below are meant to look like the different choices in the game, hehe. Dedicated to my amazing twin, Jamesio, who dragged me into this universe!! Ily bro <3 Special thanks to my darling Kristi for helping me improve as a writer and as a human <3

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"And thats why... hah... I can totally... handle a gun!"

You punctuate that sentence with an overhead strike of your blade — one that Jarrod is quick to block with his own sword.

The situation is reminiscent of the very first time you met Jarrod: the same bright training lights illuminating the hard lines of Jarrod's muscles as he punches and parries; except now, a silver short sword gleams ominously at his side.

You're proud of yourself. You've grown and learned so much that he actually needs a weapon to defend against you this time.

Jarrod is an excellent teacher, if incredibly hard to please.

At the moment, Jarrod appears severely unimpressed by your combat skills as much as he is with your impassioned speech about carrying a celestial gun.

(You don't really care about owning one, not really, but you've missed the silly banter between mission briefs about monsters, researching about anti-human evil organizations, and the resigned way Jarrod tears your heart into tiny pieces each time he rebuffs you.

Weapons are, ironically enough, a safe zone for the two of you.)

"Are you done?" Compared to how badly you're out of breath, Jarrod sounds way too composed as he stabs at your chest.

You knock his hand aside, spinning around to slash at him. "Not even close! Still got... a couple more... lines for you."

(It's nice. Normal. He's always been a better hunting and sparring partner than a conversational one, anyway.)

Predictably, frustratingly, he leaps out of your grasp. The whole dance begins once more, with you seeking him out as Jarrod nimbly ducks and weaves out of range.

(The tension outside of training is similar. He keeps you at a distance, only to sneak past your defenses with a tender touch.)

Dodge, strike, parry. Lather, rinse, repeat.

"Okay, but... long range fights find the celestial gun to be very useful—"

"If they can actually aim," counters Jarrod with a well-placed kick that should've knocked you off your feet. You know him so well at this point that you manage to dodge, if barely.

"I can aim! I'll have you know, I have 100% accuracy! You just don't know what I'm aiming at."

"...The answer is still no, [MC]." Jarrod once again crushes your hopes by knocking his hilt against your stomach. Oof. "Look, I love how determined you are, but you have to know when to quit sometimes."

It's not even really about the gun anymore, you think.

(You would quit if he told you to, would keep to stolen glances from afar and hapless daydreams, if you didn't see the way he stares at you when he thinks you're not looking. If you didn't know the weighty concern behind his words. If you weren't aware of the minute way he tenses when you touch.

You know him well enough by now.)

"Sometimes, it's worth to take a risk, Jarrod!" Gritting your teeth against the pain, the frustration, you raise your sword and charge right at him. The force of your conviction nearly manages to knock him over, but Jarrod being Jarrod, manages to turn your momentum against you.

The training mat is harsh and unforgiving when you land, both your swords clattering to the side in a last ditch effort to turn the tide.

It's not a foreign feeling. Jarrod and Thalia have pinned you to the floor numerous times, often with some snarky remark or cheeky taunt. Bracing yourself for the biting sarcasm, you look up and meet Jarrod's eyes.

For a second, time stops.

For what seems like a minute, you question the existence of temporal magic, unsure if you should thank or curse the user who trapped you both.

For what feels like an hour, you find yourself lost in flecks of gold and black in the dark, warm brown of Jarrod's eyes.

Your heart races, beats wildly in your chest. Heat creeps up your cheeks. Self-preservation and training kick in: you're seized by the urge to escape and throw him off you, but this is at war with the instinctive feeling of safety and security you've come to associate with Jarrod.

Jarrod, who's had your back in a fight more times than you could count, fighting by your side like you're both parts of a well-oiled machine.

Jarrod, who's held your hand tenderly as he brought you back from the brink of death, scarred hands as gentle as ever.

Jarrod, who's tirelessly helped you prove yourself and fight back against confusing, complex world of monsters and mayhem.

The same Jarrod who remains unmoving, lips parted in shock as he stares down at you.

Possibilities bloom as the distance between you diminishes, as you wonder, not for the first time, how Jarrod's lips must feel against your own.

With his warm weight pressing down on you, you decide to:

> Speak amidst the hammering drum of your heartbeat in your ears. "...Jarrod?" 

The sound of your voice tears through the still-born quiet.

All thoughts of closing the gap between you two disappear, shimmering in the air like mist as Jarrod shakes his head, gaze shuttering close once more.

He gets up.

> Wink at him. "Is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Jarrod groans. He pointedly ignores the way you've been waggling your eyebrows and rolls off you in one fluid movement.

"It's a knife," he says flatly, bringing out a switchblade from his pocket and flicking it with finesse.

(Now you're convinced he's just showing off.)

"But you're still happy to see me?"

Tucking the knife away, Jarrod rolls his eyes and doesn't bother to reply (or deny that allegation.)

> Stay completely still.

You don't even dare to breathe as seconds, minutes, perhaps even hours tick by.

The feel of his skin, flushed and sweaty from multiple sparring rounds, pressed against your own.

The weight of his stare, drawn and intense, softening the slightest bit.

The heat of his breath, so close yet so far. Anticipation grips you as his lips are hover inches from yours—

"Ahem."

The sounds of polite coughing crash through the moment, splintering it into a thousand pieces.

In a flash, Jarrod rolls to the side, leaping to his feet. You're left bereft and extremely irritated at the onlookers who should've minded their own business.

He offers out his hand to you, face turned away.

You immediately take it, sparing a second to relish in his soft, steady grip against the rough, battle-worn calluses of his hand.

The next second is spent nearly crashing into Jarrod's chest when he pulls you up and close — too close. Brown eyes widen in surprise as Jarrod realises the scant sliver of space between you two. Clearing his throat, he quickly drops your hand and folds his arms over his chest. Under the harsh lights of the training room, you swear you can see a tinge of pink on his tanned cheeks.

"Let's go again," he says eventually. "No more distractions this time."

(A distraction. That's what he says, but you know you're more than a measly distraction to him.

You know he cares about you. You wonder if he knows how much.

You know him well enough not to hold your breath.)

[multifandomfic20]

Everything we’ve been through Part 1

A/N: this is my first part in my multiple part series following the Marauders journey each chapter is a school year. also I wrote Peter in but if you notice he doesn’t say a lot in my fic it’s because I had a really hard time writing him this is a eventual wolfstar fic but it’s a slow burn. Let me know your know your guys thoughts and if you have any questions about the fic feel free to dm or send a ask

Summary: Remus’ first year at Hogwarts was crazier than he expected 

The day Remus got is Hogwarts letter was the happiest day of his life, the day started of normal he was eating breakfast with his mom and dad and they were having normal conversations his mom was talking to his dad about the latest ministry law that had gone into effect “Lyall I just don’t think it’s reasonable to not have a due process for people who are being arrested what if they are being falsely accused?” “Hope you are not being reasonable these are serious criminals why should they get any rights” and before Hope could respond there was a knock on their door.

“Remus honey will you go get the door?” Hope asked gently. Remus got up and went to answer the door when he opened the door there was a middle aged woman in green robes “hello Remus I’m here to talk to you and your parents may I come in?” Remus not knowing what to do stepped aside and let her in

“Remus honey who is it?” Hope asked as she came into the living room where Remus and the strange lady were “Professor Mcgonagall what are you doing here?” “I’m here to discuss Remus’ education at Hogwarts along to deliver Remus’ letter. Here is your letter Remus” 

Remus grabbed the letter excitedly and opened it while Remus was opening the letter Hope and Lyall were looking at Mcgonagall like she was crazy “but he’s a werewolf” Lyall blurted out and before Hope could smack him Remus dropped the letter and went and hid 

“Remus headmaster Dumbldore and I are both aware of your condition as will your teachers at Hogwarts should you choose to accept may I also mention that there will be a special place for you to have your transformations in a safe space” Remus came back out from hiding and looked at his parents “so there will be a space for him to have safe transformations and also he won’t be singled out and no one other than the staff will know” Hope asked “that is correct the letter has all the supplies he will need for Hogwarts this upcoming year, now if you’ll excuse me I must return to Hogwarts I look forward to seeing you there Remus” Mcgonagall smiled at Remus then apparated out of the house. 

Later that night Remus was rereading the letter when he heard his parents arguing. “Hope there is know way we can send him to Hogwarts what if the wrong person finds out he’s a werewolf and they come after not only him but us?” “Lyall he deserves to have a normal childhood and it’s not his fault he is who he is and Mcgonagall said he would be protected and I trust Dumbledore” “fine” “good can we go to bed now” yes my love” then Remus stopped hearing them so he turned off his flashlight and went to sleep himself. 

Now it’s September 1st and Remus is at the train station saying goodbye to his parents “Remus be careful and make some friends Hogwarts will be the best time of your life I love you so much” Hope says then she pulls Remus into a hug “I love you too mom” then Lyall pats him on the back “have fun son”  

Remus hears the engine on the train and runs up and boards the train and as soon as he gets on he bumps into somebody “I’m so sorry” and before Remus can continue the boy who has extremely crazy hair laughs “It’s cool, I’m James Potter by the way. Would you like to sit together?” “yeah that would be great I’m Remus Lupin by the way” “nice to meet you oh look there is a compartment with only two other boys in it” they walk in  “I’m James this is Remus can we sit with you guys?”  “sure I’m Sirius this is Peter” 

Remus noticed that Sirius was unbelievably attractive “Sirius as in Sirius Black?” James asked “yep that’s me you are very clearly James Potter, don’t be spooked by the name I hate my family as much as your family hates my family” Remus noticed that Sirius and James were both very confident where Peter and himself were more shy. 

“So what house do guys want to be into?” Peter asked “Gryffindor obviously” James said instantly “any house other than slytherin but preferably Gryffindor” Sirius said after James “I’m thinking I would be best in probably best in hufflepuff” Remus said all of them turned to him and Sirius asked “why hufflepuff you seem like either a Ravenclaw or a Gryffidor to me” Remus didn’t say anything only pulled out a huge book “I’m going to read for a little bit but be as loud as you want I don’t mind” the other three talked the rest of the way to Hogwarts while Remus was stressing over how this was gonna work.

Eventually they made it to Hogwarts and everyone was getting off the train. Once all the first years were gathered and by the entrance hall Mcgonagall came in, “Welcome to Hogwarts, The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarted yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted”

Remus didn’t really pay attention until he heard James name being called “Potter, James” almost as soon as the hat was placed on his head the sorting hat shouted “Gryffindor” then he hears “Evans, Lily” she was a beautiful redhead and when he looked over to the Gryffindor table James was staring. 

The sorting hat was on her head for a little while then it yelled “Gryffindor” “Pettigrew, Peter” the hat was on for a couple minutes then yelled “Gryffindor” “Black, Sirius” the hat was on for a short time then yelled “Gryffindor” 

Almost everyone in the great hall was surprised once Mcgonagall got her composer which didn’t take long she continued “Snape, Severus” the hat had barely been placed on his head when it shouted “Slytherin” “Lupin, Remus” Remus sat down on the stool “ah your a tricky one and a werewolf I see” Remus was stressing when the hat continued “oh don’t worry secret is safe with me now what house should I put you in clearly not Slytherin ah what about Ravenclaw no that won’t work” “please pick Hufflepuff” “nah, you're not the Hufflepuff type I have my decision” “no please no” Remus thought then the sorting had yelled “Gryffindor” 

Dinner passed in a blur Remus ended up sitting with James, Peter and Sirius. After dinner was finished Mcgonagall came up and all the Gryffindors shrank down not knowing why she was there “Remus will you please follow me to my office I need to have a word with you” Remus nodded and stood up to follow her. 

Once they left Sirius looks over to James and Peter “I wonder what that was about” Sirius said “I don’t know but it looks like the perfects are gathering everyone and we should go before poor Peter passes out from tiredness” 

Meanwhile in Mcgonagall’s office Remus walked in and saw headmaster Dumbledore and someone else were there “sit down Remus” Dumbledore told him Remus sat down then he continued “Remus this is Madam Pomfrey she will be the one to help you after your transfermations, now let’s go over how this will work” 

After the conversation Mcgonagall escorted Remus back to the Gryffindor common room “Remus you need to be careful you have a very big secret that is important who knows, so just be careful” when she finished her sentence the reached the common room “I will be careful professor” Remus said at that she smiled “your password is kidney beans” at that the portrait opened. 

Remus walked inside and as soon as he did someone walked into him “oh my gosh I’m so sorry I was reading my book and not paying attention and now I’m rambling, I’m Lily” Remus smiled “I’m Remus what book are you reading?” “Hamlet It’s by William Shakespere” “oh I’ve read that one it’s very interesting” Lily smiled and then was called over by one of the other girls. 

Remus Saw James and Sirius sitting on the couch “Oi Remus where have you been?” Sirius asked, Remus didn’t know how to answer Sirius’s question then he figured it out “My mom gets sick a lot so Professor Mcgonagall took me to her office to discuss when I would go visit my mother” James and Sirius both looked at him sympathetically. 

Remus felt uncomfortable and wanted to change the subject “so Sirius tell us about your family” now Sirius looked uncomfortable but he quickly covered it up “well I have a younger brother we are pretty close my parents will kill me when they find out I’m in Gryffindor, but I don’t care because I hate them anyway. What about you James tells us about your family” “well I’m an only child my family and I are really close and my dad gave me this” and James pulls out a corner on an invisibility cloak Sirius and Remus both gape at it, “imagine all the pranks we could play with this” Sirius says James tucks the cloak away. 

A perfect comes up to them “It’s lights out guys, you three along with Peter Pettergrew are sharing a dorm” they all walk to their dorm and get in their pajamas and go to bed. Remus was the first to wake up, he just layed in bed for a little while thinking when he looked at the clock it was 6:00 a.m. 

Remus decided he was going to get up and get ready, he went to take a shower and when he touched the faucet it burned his hand “ahhh” he moaned in pain, he quickly grabbed a washcloth and turned off the faucet he left the bathroom and went to his trunk for his first aid kit after he finished banaging his hand he heard Sirius stirring, Remus quickly put his stuff away and grabbed his clothes. 

Sirius sat up “Remus what happened to your hand? Are you ok?” “yeah I’m ok, I just cut my hand” “let me see” “no it’s ok, I’m going to breakfast if you want to come with” “yeah okay I’ll come with you just let me get dressed” “ok I’ll wait for you in the common room” 

Remus walked out of the dorms and down the stairs into the common room, he saw Lily on the couch and decided to go talk to her “hey Lily how’d you sleep?” “hey Remus I slept great” she was about to ask him about him then she saw his hand “Remus are you ok? What happened to your hand? You should go see the nurse” “Lily I’m fine, I just cut my hand I don’t need to go see the nurse” just then Sirius came down “hey Remus you ready to go to breakfast” “yeah I’m ready, are James and Peter still sleeping?” “yeah they’ll probably sleep through breakfast” “ok let’s go” 

When they walked into the great hall at this point everyone was waking up and coming to breakfast. Sirius and Remus sat down to start eating when he noticed all the dishes that held the food were made of silver so he carefully grabbed a piece of toast and that was it “Remus aren’t you going to eat more than that?” “no I’m not really hungry” which was a lie he was starving but he didn’t want to risk burning himself. 

Before Sirius could continue to ask questions owls swooped in, Remus got two letter and so did Sirius but he noticed Sirius fidgeting and that’s when he noticed one of the letters was actually a howler before Remus could say anything the howler exploded “SIRIUS ORION BLACK HOW DARE YOU BETRAY THIS FAMILY LIKE THIS YOU CAN EXPECT SERVE PUNISHMENT WHEN YOU GET HOME. THE DISRESPECT AFTER EVERYTHING YOUR FATHER AND I HAVE DONE FOR YOU THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US IS BY BEING AN AWFUL GRYFFINDOR YOU ABSOLUTE DISGRACE YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL. ALL YOU ARE IS A DISAPPOINTMENT” 

Everyone was staring at Sirius including the professors Sirius looked like he was ready to cry but then quickly covered his emotions and read his second letter then he looked at Remus “who are your letters from?” Remus could tell he didn’t want to talk about the howler so he opened the letters quickly skimmed it “my mom and my dad what about you?” “my cousin Andromeda she’s the only other Black not in Slytherin” 

Mcgonagall came and gave everyone their class schedule and that’s when James and Peter walked in and sat down next to Sirius and Remus “you could have at least woke us up,” James said as he was fixing his food “well be aren’t your babysitters James” Sirius said playfully Remus laughed and looked at the class schedule “it looks like we have transformation first” 

They all ate and talked and made jokes until it was time to go to class. When they got to class the four of them sat down together after the lesson they were all gathering their things and getting up to leave “Remus can I have a word with you?” all the boys stopped and waited for Mcgonagall to talk “not you three just Remus” the other three gave Remus a look but left and shut the door. 

Mcgonagall cast a silencing charm “since they are probably going to try to listen, what happened to your hand Remus?” Remus shrugged “it’s nothing professor” “Remus let me see your hand” Remus held up his hand and she undid the bangide and looked at it “how’d you burn your hand?” Mcgonagall asked “I touched the shower faucet and didn’t realise it was silver so it burned me” “Remus you should have this looked at this by Madam Promfrey” Remus shook his head “if I go get it looked at I’ll be late to charms” “Remus I’m taking you to Madam Promfrey and it’s not up for negotiation” 

She walked over to the doors and beckoned him over “I don’t have any classes for an hour now let’s go” she opened the door and Sirius James and Peter all almost fell over “you boys should be getting to charms don’t be late or I’ll be forced take points” the boys were speechless but then Sirius spoke up “what about Remus?” “Remus will be coming with me now get to class and don’t make me tell you again” 

The three of them walked away even though Sirius looked upset “come along Remus” they went to Madam Promfrey’s and got his hand looked at and rebandaged then Mcgonagall walked Remus to charms class. Remus walked in and sat with the boys. 

Remus and the other three quickly got into a schedule and were pretty close and it was now mid September. They were all in the common room one day Remus was reading a book Sirius and James were playing chess and Peter was watching when James suggested “we should pull an epic prank”  “what kind of prank James?” Sirius asked “well we could use the cloak and sneak up on snape and pour a pompion potion into his pumpkin juice” James suggested “as long as we don’t get caught it sounds fun and harmless since the potion wears off” Remus said.

Remus agreed and Sirius and Peter nodded their heads “great! We’ll do it tonight at dinner” James said happily “do what?” Lily Evans asked “nothing Evans” Sirius and James both said. It was now dinner time and Remus and James had boiled the potion, and now all four of them were under the invisibility cloak with the potion in James hand they quietly walked up to Snape who hated all four of them especially James and Sirius when all four of them were right behind Snape James poured the potion into Snape’s pumpkin juice and then they quickly shuffled out of the great hall took off the cloak tucked it into Remus bag. 

They walked back into the great hall like nothing had happened and as soon as they walked in Snape took a drink of his juice and as soon as he did his head turned into a pumpkin they all burst out laughing as did almost everyone in the great hall after Mcgonagall rushed over to him and smelt his juice she realised what had happened to his head “Snape your head will be like that for about a hour please go see Madam Promfrey please” 

Mcgonagall walked over towards the four of them and the four of them quickly went to sit down when Mcgonagall stopped them “boys” she said sternly they all stopped and turned to her and tried to look innocent “Mr. Snape seems to think the four of you are behind the prank that was pulled on him” Remus was the one to speak “Professor it wasn’t us we did laugh at it but almost the whole great hall did” 

Mcgonagall actually seemed to believe them “fine you may go, also Remus remember what I told you the first day please” and then she walked off “mate what was that about?” James asked “it was nothing, let’s just eat after our first of many successful pranks” they all smiled and walked to the table and sat down and ate Remus still having to be careful only took a little food. 

“Remus you should eat more than that you’ve barely eaten all day” Sirius said worriedly “Sirius I’m fine, I’m not that hungry” which was a lie “Remus you always say that but you need to eat” this time it was James that spoke up worriedly Remus could feel himself starting to get upset so he just stood up before they could continue “guys I’m not feeling so good I’m going to head to the dorm. I’m really not hungry and I’m fine with the amount I eat” Sirius went to say something but before he could Remus walked off. 

He ended up at the astronomy tower. Remus sat on the edge of the wall and at that moment he felt absolutely awful and he just couldn’t stop and tears just welled up in his eyes and spilled over and then he couldn’t stop crying “why do I have to be who I am, why can’t it all just stop I can’t do this anymore” and at that moment Remus had never felt so awful and he considered just falling off the tower but before he could he felt someone grab his shoulder 

“Remus what are you doing? Were you considering jumping down?” Remus didn’t know what to say to Professor Mcgonagall so he just nodded his head “Remus honey why would you ever consider that?” “What other option do I have how am I supposed to survive the rest of my life being who I am? I’m a monster” “Remus that is never the option you are not a monster. You can’t help who you are, but you doing that won't help anything imagine what your mother would do if something happened to you” 

Remus broke down crying at that and Mcgonagall pulled Remus into a hug “Remus will you please come with me to Madam Promfrey’s office?” Remus nodded and they walked down to Promfrey’s together. When they arrived, Promfrey was surprised to see them. 

“Professor Mcgonagall what are you and Remus doing here” “Remus honey will you sit down so I can talk to Madam Promfrey?” Remus nodded and sat on the bed while Mcgonagall and Promfrey walked to her office “Poppy I went up to the astronomy tower and I saw Remus and he was about to jump” 

Promfrey gasped and then Mcgonagall continued “I’m worried about him so I don’t know what to do. Do you still have you still your psychologist friend of yours?” “I do, what are you thinking?” well do you think you could get him to come here tomorrow but under the raider?” Promfrey nodded “well I think we should have Remus stay here overnight and then have your friend come talk with him tomorrow and obviously Remus being excused from classes tomorrow. I’ll double check with Headmaster Dumbledore to see what he thinks” 

They both walked out to where Remus was and Mcgonagall crouched down “Remus would you be okay staying here tonight and then meeting one of Madam Promfrey’s friends?” Remus nodded “okay I have to go right now but if you need me at all just tell Promfrey and don’t be afraid to tell her and I’ll come right away okay?” “yes” “good I’ll be back tomorrow to come see you and also bring you breakfast” 

Remus started to tear up but nodded and Mcgonagall pulled Remus into a hug after the hug she walked off. The next morning Mcgonagall was walking down to breakfast to get Remus something to eat. She almost walked into James, Sirius, and Peter they all looked concerned.

Sirius was the one to speak “Professor have you seen Remus he said he wasn’t feeling well and was going to the dorms and when the three of us went to check on him he wasn’t in the dorm and didn’t come to the dorm the whole night and I know he didn’t just crash for a couple hours because I stayed up all night waiting for him” “Remus is in the hospital wing but before you running to see him he can’t have visitors right now or all day until he is released” “what happened to him is he ok?” they all asked “that is very personal and it is up to Remus to tell you now please go to breakfast and don’t be late to class” 

Mcgonagall walked into the great hall and fixed a plate with lots of stuff and then grabbed an apple then went and said something to Dumbledore and left. They all sat down “do you think we could sneak in with the invisibility cloak and see Remus?” James suggested “yes!” Sirius said and then he went to run to the dorms then James grabbed SIrius “let’s be a little more discreet yeah?” “fine James how are we supposed to be discrete “it’s not like anyone knows we have it so let’s just get up slowly and it’s not like anyone can stop us” Peter suggested “perfect plan Peter!” James said. 

They went to the dorms to get the cloak. Meanwhile Mcgonagall had just reached the hospital wing and then she walked in and saw Remus stur in his sleep and start to wake up she thought he looked so relaxed and it made her happy seeing him like that. Remus sat up “Professor Mcgonagall what are you doing here?” Mcgonagall shut the door and then walked over to him and sat down, “I told you I would bring you breakfast so I grabbed you some food to eat” then Mcgonagall cast a silencing charm and locked the door “now eat your food” 

Remus started eating and then stopped “are you staying?” Mcgonagall sighed “I thought I would just stay here to make sure you’re okay. Is that okay?” Remus nodded then she heard bang at the door and she turned at looked at Remus who looked scared “Remus honey whoever is there can’t hear us and they can’t use a spell to unlock the door because it’s a different type of locking spell that is not taught at Hogwarts”

And as soon as she said that Madam Promfrey walked in “hi Remus how are you today?” she also nodded in greeting at Mcgonagall “I’m okay” “well would it be ok if one of my friends came and talked to you today?” “what about classes?” Remus asked “Remus Headmaster Dumbledore and I both agree that it would be best to give you the day off” Mcgonagall added “sure” Remus said quietly “okay Remus now I have to go prepare for classes I will come check on you later ok?” Remus nodded. 

As soon as Mcgonagall walked out of the room she ran into something and three boys fell out of nowhere, she noticed it was Sirius, James, and Peter and that they had been under an invisibility cloak “what on earth are you three doing? And where did you get this?” and she holds up the invisibility cloak “Professor what are you doing here?” James asks nervously “that is not your concern now answer my questions?” “we just wanted to make sure Remus was ok, please don’t take away the cloak my father gave it to me it’s been in our family for centuries”

Mcgonagall sighed “Mr. Potter this is not a toy but on account of this being a potter heir loom I won’t take it however you three boys have detention every night with me for a month. And for the rest of today you will be supervised by either a teacher or a perfect till lights out and if your behavior is ok it will only be today if not it will be a week. Now come along with me to my office transformation is your first class and I have to prepare” 

The boys looked like they were about to object “boys if I hear even a single complaint I will double your punishment” they all shut up and followed her to her office. After Transfiguration Mcgongall had a Gryffindor prefect walk them to their next class and at lunch a perfect was sitting by them. 

“Black where is Remus?” Lily asked “none of your business Evans” “he’s not your pet Black but it looks you three are other peoples pets” “back off Evans” Sirius growled “look Evans Remus is in the hospital wing but we don’t know why and Mcgonagall won’t let us see him, so Sirius is upset and we also got caught trying to sneak in and see him and this is part of our punishment” James said “wait so you're his supposed friends and you don’t know what’s wrong?” Lily asked “correct” Peter said. 

Remus ended up talking with Promfreys friend for like four or five hours and after that Mcgonagall came and saw him and said he could go back to the dorms whenever he wanted, Remus wanted to study so he decided to go back then Mcgonagall walked back to the Gryffindor common room “Remus if you ever need anything my door is always open please come talk to me when to me when your upset okay?” “okay, Professor thank you for everything” 

He walked through the portrait hole and as soon as he did Sirius, James, and Peter all came running up to him “Remus are you okay?” Sirius asked “I’m fine Sirius I just got sick but I’m better now” “well we actually have detention” James said looking at the clock “why do you guys have detention?” “because we were trying to come see you and Mcgonagall caught us after she had said no to coming a visiting you,” Sirius said. 

Remus was shocked that they cared that much “come on Perfect we don’t have all day, places to be people to see” James said “we’ll be back in a little bit I left my notes for you on your bed so you can study like I know you want to” Sirius said then they all walked off. 

The next week flew by James, Sirius, and Peter no longer had to have 24 hour supervision but they still had detention and the full moon was tomorrow and Remus was feeling awful he was tired, cranky, and he hurt “Remus tomorrow night we should pull another amazing prank” Sirius said to him at breakfast “not tomorrow Sirius I don’t feel like it, you guys can” “but it’s no fun when it’s just the three of us” James whined “guys I don’t feel up to it maybe another time” 

Remus walked off and ended up walking to Mcgonagall’s office, he knocked and as soon as he did the door opened and he saw the Headmaster and Mcgonagall “ah Remus how wonderful to see you now I must be going good talking with you Minerva” after he left Remus was just standing there “Remus honey sit down” Remus sat down “now what can I do for you Remus?” Remus had ended up talking to Mcgonagall. They were both almost late luckily Remus had charms which was only a few classrooms down. “Remus if you’re late give this note to Flitwick” Remus nodded and walked off. 

He got there just as class was starting and he sat next to James. It was the night of the full moon, it was right before he had to go to the hospital wing the boys were all in the dorm and Remus got up to leave “Oi Remus where are you going?” Sirius asked as he messed with his wand “I’m going to visit my mother remember she gets sick a lot so I have to go visit her” Remus walked out of the dorm to the hospital wing.

”Remus just on time how are you feeling?” Madam Promfrey asked “I’m okay I hurt but that’s nothing new” Promfrey sighed “okay well I’m going to walk you down to the shrieking shack where the whomping willow has been placed” “you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to” Remus said “nonsense I’m coming with you plus I need to show you how to get past the willow” Remus just nodded and they walked to the whomping willow. 

“Ok Remus how you get past is you tickle the branch right here” and she deminstraighted and the willow stopped moving “now I will come check on you as soon as the moon has set okay?” “you don’t have to it won’t be a pretty sight I wouldn’t want to upset you” Promfrey sighed “of course I’m going to come check on you don’t be ridiculous” 

Remus went through the willow and closed the door and went upstairs and then the moon rised and he transformed. The next thing he knew he was in the hospital wing in a private room “Remus your awake we were getting worried for a little bit let me go grab Pomfrey” Mcgonagall said and stood up to go get Madam Pomfrey, Remus was surprised to see Mcgonagall sitting in the chair but then he was trying to figure out how long he had been out. 

Mcgonagall and Promfrey both walked in Madam Pomfrey came over “Remus how do you feel? I know you must hurt” Remus went to sit up but that hurt and he winced Mcgonagall helped him sit up “this moon was hard the wolf doesn't like new places” then they heard a bang outside the room and Remus shrank down “it’s ok Remus I’m sure it’s just a student who is being dramatic” Promfrey said “I’ll go check on them” Promfrey walked out of the room. “How long have I been out?” Remus asked Mcgonagall “it’s currently dinner time” Mcgonagall said. 

Remus ended up staying in the hospital wing till the next night luckily it had been the weekend so he didn’t miss any school. Remus walked into the common room just after dinner Sunday night “Remus your back we thought you were never going to come back” Sirius said as he ran up to him. 

Time quickly flew by and it was the day before Halloween and the four boys were plotting their Halloween prank that they had been planning for a month when the portrait hole opened and Mcgonagall walked in everybody in the Gryffindor common room was confused as to why their head of house was there “Mr. Lupin will you please come with me” she looked very serious the four boys exchanged a look thinking they were in trouble and she was questioning one at a time. 

Remus stood up and walked to Mcgonagall “is something wrong Professor?” Remus asked “Remus please just come with me” they both walked out of the common room “do you think she knows about the prank?” Peter asked “I don’t know mate” James said. 

Mcgonagall walked Remus to her office and when they entered he saw Headmaster Dumbledore “Remus why don’t you have a seat” Dumbledore said, “am I in trouble Professor?” he asked Dumbledore “no Remus your not in trouble we just have something to tell you” Mcgonagall said “Remus I don’t know how to tell you this but someone attacked your mother she didn’t make it” Dumbledore said. 

Remus was in shock and didn’t believe it “that can’t be true she owled me yesterday saying everything was ok” Remus said “Remus” Mcgonagall said “no no please, no” Remus said and he broke down sobbing Mcgonagall pulled him into a hug and Remus sat there sobbing for probably half an hour “can I go home and see my father?” Remus asked and then Dumbledore went to the floo and talked to Lyall.

Dumbledore came out of the floo “Remus your father says you can go home he apparently already has the funeral planned for tomorrow” Remus started crying more “can I go now?” “yes you can and once you get there I will get you your stuff” Mcgonagall said and then Remus floo’d to his house. 

Mcgonagall sighed “I don’t know if he will ever recover from this Headmaster” Dumbledore sighed “I don’t know Minerva all we can do is be there for him” Mcgonagall nodded “I’m going to get his stuff and bring it to him” and Mcgonagall walked out of her office. 

She walked into the Gryffindor common room and again everyone looked nervous but Sirius, James, and Peter all ran up to Mcgonagall “where is Remus? Is he okay?” Sirius asked “Remus had something very personal come up I’m just grabbing some things for him” Mcgonagall said “what’s wrong?” James asked “Mr. Potter that is not your concern ''yes it is, he’s our friend” Sirius said. “Mr. Black there are some things you don’t understand when Remus comes back it is his choice whether or not he tells you. But if I find out you pressured him into telling you I will personally make sure you have detention for the rest of your first year, is that understood?” they all nodded and walked back to the couch. 

Mcgonagall had gone and dropped off Remus’ stuff and saw he was hiding in his room crying while Mr. Lupin was surrounded by people, she gave her condolences and went up to Remus’ room and sat with him for awhile and then returned to Hogwarts.

It had been two days and the three boys still hadn’t seen Remus. They just got done pulling a prank on Slytherins, they walked into their dorm and saw Remus. All three of them ran over to Remus “Remus are you okay?” Sirius and James asked at the same time. 

Remus just looked up at them and shrugged, when the three boys looked at him, his eyes were super red and puffy “Remus what’s wrong?” Sirius asked Remus almost burst into tears but held himself back “it’s my mom” and that’s when he broke down in tears “what’s wrong with your mom?” Peter asked “she’s dead” and that’s when he started sobbing.

Sirius pulled him into a hug and just held him while he was sobbing. After like fifteen minutes Remus pulled away “what happened?” Peter asked and James smacked him “she was attacked” was all Remus said “Remus I’m so sorry” Sirius said.

Time had quickly flown by the three boys made sure to constantly keep Remus distracted and happy and they had gotten a couple detentions for getting caught pulling pranks but they were focused on making Remus smile.

Tonight was the night of the full moon Remus had been cranky all day and the boys just thought it was about his mother so they were trying to cheer him up “Remus let’s go play in the snow” Sirius suggested “I don’t feel like it Sirius, I think I’m just going to go to the library” Sirius sighed he didn’t want to upset Remus by pushing him into doing something he didn’t want to do “okay if that’s what you want”

As Remus was walking away Sirius noticed that Remus looked ill. It was lunch time when the three boys saw Remus and he looked really ill “hey Rem are you ok? You look ill” Sirius asked “I’m fine Sirius just tired” Remus sighed “you really don’t look good Remus” Lily said “but out Evans” Sirius said “he’s not your property Black” Lily said “both of you I’m fine” Remus said to both of them. 

It was night time and the boys were getting ready for bed when Remus stood up to leave “Oi Rem where are you going?” James asked, Remus didn’t know what to say “um my father needs to see me, so I’m going back home” and Remus left.

“Anyone else think Remus is lying?” Sirius asked “no I think so too we should follow him under the invisibility cloak” James said, they all agreed and got the cloak and quickly followed after Remus.

They were like ten feet behind Remus as they followed him as he went to Madam Promfrey and out to the whomping willow where Promfrey left Remus “what is he doing?” Peter whispered “I don’t know let’s follow him” James said, they followed him into the shrieking shack and they were climbing up the stairs after Remus when they suddenly saw Remus transforming into a werewolf “run” was all Sirius could say and that’s when the wolf noticed them and chased after them they had almost made it out when the werewolf clawed James foot the other two boys pulled James and they ran and made it to the entrance of Hogwarts and collapsed.

 When Sirius looked up he noticed Mcgonagall and she was walking towards them “what in heaven's name are you three boys doing out here?” and that’s when she looked down and saw James ankle which was bleeding pretty bad “oh boys tell you didn’t do what I think you did” Mcgonagall said as she was picking up James to take to the hospital wing “we didn’t know Professor we knew Remus was lying when he told us where he was going tonight so we decided to follow him” Sirius explained as they were walking to the hospital wing.

When they arrived at the hospital wing Madam Promfrey had just arrived there as well “boys you could have died tonight and that would have killed Remus” Mcgonagall said as she sat james on the hospital bed “what in heaven’s name happened” Promfrey asked and then looked at James ankle and gasped “did the boys?” and she couldn’t even finish her sentence “yep” was all Mcgonagall said “James ankle is the only damage but his ankle didn’t look good to me” Mcgonagall said 

Madam Promfrey examined James ankle and cast a charm to stop the bleeding “it looks like the wolf nicked one of you bones and cracked it, I can heal the bone but it’s going to hurt to walk on I’m going to put a bandage on it then give you a set of crutches that you have to use for the next 24 hours”

While Promfrey was bandaging James ankle Sirius decided now was the time to ask questions “how long has Remus been a werewolf? Why didn’t he tell us? Is he going to be okay?” Mcgonagall sighed “Mr. Black those are questions to ask Remus, and don’t make him feel like you hate him. Also how do you three feel about this?” the three boys looked at each other, “it’s not Remus fault and we won't tell anyone” Sirius said “yeah” James and Peter agreed.

After James ankle was bandaged up and he the crutches they were sent back to the dorm when they walked in everyone stopped and looked at them “you okay mate?” Frank Longbottom asked James “yeah, I hurt my ankle and can’t walk on it for 24 hours” James explained.

None of the boys slept that night and as soon as the moon set they walked down to the hospital wing where they saw Madam Promfrey in her office it had probably taken them half an hour to get to the hospital wing because of James crutches “where is Remus can we see him?” Sirius asked “you have to wait about a half hour then I will let you see him” Promfrey said. They nodded and sat in some empty waiting chairs.

After half an hour of waiting Promfrey went to check on Remus, when she came out she walked over to the boys “Remus is awake, I’m fair warning you he isn’t a pretty sight and I don’t want you to freak out in front of him so if any of you don’t think you can handle it do not go in there” the three boys looked at each other “we are going” James said.

When they walked in Remus turned his head thinking it was Mcgonagall and then when he saw the boys he freaked out “what are you three doing here? You shouldn’t be here?” Remus said quickly “Rem it’s alright we know and we don’t care” Sirius said Remus looked at James and saw his ankle “I did that to you didn’t I? I could have killed you three” James sighed and sat down in one of the chairs “Rem it wasn’t your fault, I don't care. Plus the bandage makes me look cool” Remus laughed at that “so Moony we brought you some chocolate” Sirius said “Moony?” Remus asked “yeah it’s the nickname we came up with for you” Remus laughed again.

The four boys were enjoying the chocolate when Mcgonagall walked in “hello Remus I brought you breakfast and a book” Remus looked all excited when he heard her say she brought a book. Mcgonagall walked over set his stuff down and kissed Remus’ forehead “you three don’t be late to class” Mcgonagall said as she walked out.

The three boys were surprised at how Mcgonagall treated Remus but didn’t say anything, then Madam Promfrey walked in “you three it’s time to leave you may come back for lunch” they sighed and left.

“So they know now how do you feel?” Madam Promfrey asked Remus “it’s weird because even though I hurt James they weren’t afraid of me” “see Remus I told you not everyone would care about it and those three seem like a good group of friends” Promfrey said “they are” is all Remus said before he started to fall asleep.

After the day of the full moon they all got closer and they always did their best to cheer Remus up when he was upset about his mom but what they didn’t know was that every night Remus silently cried himself to sleep one night Sirius had woken up because of a nightmare when he heard sniffling coming from Remus bed so Sirius walked over “Moony are you okay? Can I open the curtain?”and the sniffling suddenly stopped “SIrius why are you awake?” Sirius slowly opened the curtain and saw Remus eyes were red and puffy “what’s wrong Moony?” even though Sirius was pretty sure he knew the answer “I miss her so much Sirius” Remus sobbed and Sirius held him as he sobbed and they both ended up falling asleep like that.

“Moony, Sirius wake up!” James said they both groaned “it’s too early James” Sirius said as he yawned “Peter and I want to go play in the snow come on!” James said as he jumped on Remus bed “ugh James it’s Saturday it’s unnatural to be up this early” Remus said “it’s 10:00 a.m.” Peter said now jumping on the bed “fine we’ll get up” Remus said.

They ended up playing in the snow for hours “is everyone staying here for Christmas?” Peter asked “I am” James said and Remus and Sirius both nodded “cool so we have to play an epic Christmas prank” Peter said “that’s a great idea Peter!” Sirius said excitedly “it will be the best prank ever played at Hogwarts” James said.

They have been planning their prank and they decided they were going to have the entire Great Hall floor turn into ice and have giant snowmen chasing people around throwing snowballs at them. They had found the charms they needed and had cast the charms that were set to go off at breakfast.

Remus was the first to wake up there are several presents and a letter from his father he gets up and jumps on Sirius bed “wake up it’s Christmas!” Sirius groaned but rolled over and opened his eyes and Remus heard the other two wake up James quickly sat up “presents!” James yelled, they all got there presents Remus opened his there was candy from the boys, a Gryffindor hoodie from Mcgonagall and then the letter from his dad, Remus opened the letter and it read “Dear Remus, don’t bother coming home this summer I don’t want you, so find another place to stay because I never want to see you again, you are no longer my son never speak to me again you Monster. From: Lyall Lupin” Remus was in shock at the letter and broke down into tears Sirius noticed Remus crying and got up “Moony what’s wrong?” Sirius asked. Remus just handed Sirius the letter Sirius was so shocked he didn’t know what to say.

James looked over and noticed the change in demour “what’s wrong Rem?” James asked “he got a letter from his dad” Sirius answered for Remus. Sirius handed the letter to James for him to read after James read the letter he sighed “Moony he’s not right you’re not a monster, you know that right?” Remus shook his head “of course I’m a monster my own father wants nothing to do with me” Remus sobbed Sirius grabbed Remus’ shoulder “you are not a monster Moony!” Sirius said “Moony your father is the problem not you” James said Remus just cried on Sirius’ shoulder.

After awhile Remus sat up “okay we need to go down to breakfast or we are going to miss the prank” Remus said as he bottled up his emotions the other three boys gave each other a look but decided to drop the subject of Remus’ dad “okay let’s go!” Sirius said and the four boys walked down to the great hall and sat down waiting for the prank which was set to happen in one minute. They sat there anxiously until they heard people gasping and looked down to see the floors were turned to ice.

After the floor turned to ice there was suddenly a bang at the door and giant snowmen came storming in and started throwing snowballs at people including the Professor’s and the great hall quickly erupted into a snowball fight after awhile of the students and some of the Professor’s throwing snowballs at each other Mcgonagall stood up and cast a spell that melted the ice and snowmen and then she walked up to the four boys she knew were responsible for the prank.

“My office boys” Mcgonagall said to Remus, James, Peter, and Sirius all four of them sighed and followed her to her office. Once they were inside the office “I know you four were responsible for the prank but my question is how did you learn those spells they are fourth year charms” Mcgonagall said “I found them in a book and we all learned them” Remus said Mcgonagall sighed “very well your four will have one week of detention” “okay the four boys said Mcgonagall then said “you may go”

As the four boys were leaving Sirius hesitated but then stayed and after the other three left shut the door and cast a silencing charm “is there something you need Mr. Black?” Sirius didn’t know what to say but just blurted out “I’m worried about Remus” Mcgonagall looked at him thoughtfully “why so?” she asked “he got a letter from his father and it pretty much said that he wasn’t welcome home anymore and that Remus was a monster” Sirius said, Mcgonagall didn’t know what to say then she said “I will talk to him thank you for informing me” Sirius nodded and then walked out.

When Sirius walked out the other three boys were all standing there “what was that about?” Remus asked “oh it was just something about my parents” Sirius said as they walked back to the great hall to actually eat when they sat down all of the days owls flew in and one dropped a letter off at Remus. Remus was shocked he got a letter and when he looked at the outside of it, it didn’t say who it was from Remus opened the letter and started reading

“Dear Remus my beautiful baby boy if you are getting this letter it means that something has happened to me but there is still something that I have to tell you that you deserve to know, your father is receiving a similar letter I have lied to you and your father since before you were born and it’s time I come clean you believe your father is Lyall Lupin which is what I told you and your father but that isn’t true there was a point when your father and I were seperated and I met someone I instantly fell for and I ended up pregnant with you and I didn’t know how my family was going to react because I was still technically married to your father so I chickened out and told your biological father that I was pregnant with your fathers baby and that I was getting back with him and for me to keep it a secret I never talked to your biological father again, I’m so sorry I lied to you Remus I didn’t know how to tell you and I was afraid you would hate me for not being brave. Remus baby I love you so much I hope you can forgive me I love you forever. Love Mom xoxo

Remus stared at the letter in shock there were so many thoughts going through his head at that moment but all of a sudden he just got up and ran off, Sirius got up and followed him but he ended up losing him because Remus was so fast. Remus had ran to Mcgonagall’s office and knocked and as soon as he did he saw all four head of houses and Dumbledore in her office and Remus suddenly felt very awkward since he was on the verge of tears Mcgonagall must have noticed because she then said “well I think this meeting is over if you would please let yourself out that would be appreciated” everyone walked out after that.

“What can I do for you Remus?” Mcgonagall asked in her calm and soothing voice Remus just handed her the letter and started sobbing Mcgonagall embraced him. She read the letter while holding Remus. After Mcgonagall read the letter she looked down at Remus and didn’t know what to say then Remus “my whole life has been lie” Mcgonagall sighed and hugged him tighter “Remus just because of this doesn’t mean your mom didn’t love you, she was just didn’t know how to tell you” Remus just sobbed on her and then said “so that’s why my father sent his letter this morning” Mcgonagall  sighed “probably” Mcgonagall said.

Remus looked up at her “you knew about the letter my father sent?” Remus asked “yeah I did” Mcgonagall answered “how did you find out?” Remus asked and Mcgonagall sighed “Sirius told you didn’t he?” Remus asked “yes he did, but don’t be mad at him he was just worried about you” Mcgonagall said Remus just nodded and hugged Mcgonagall tighter.

After about half an hour someone knocked on the door and Remus pulled away from Mcgonagall. Mcgonagall looked over to Remus to make sure he was okay with someone coming in and Remus nodded “come in” Mcgonagall said and as soon as Mcgonagall said come in Sirius barged in and he spotted Remus he sighed “there you are Rem we were worried about. Are you okay?” 

Remus just handed Sirius the letter and Sirius read it then set the letter down and pulled Remus into a hug and said “I’m so sorry Moony I can’t even imagine what you are going through but you have to know your mother loved you and James, Peter, and I are here for you” Remus just hugged Sirius tighter and the rest of the day flew by with James, and Peter found out what happened and they were all there for Remus and worked hard to cheer him up.

It was coming to the end of the first year and the four and become known for as the pranksters of the school and they had started calling themselves the Marauders one day Remus was sitting in the library studying when Lily Evans approached him “hey Remus are you excited to go home and see your family” Remus flinched when she said that but covered up his emotions “yeah I am” Remus lied “me too, but I’m going to miss it here” Lily said and then Sirius came skipping into the library “hey Moony wanna come pull some prank with James, Peter, and I” and then he noticed Lily “what are you doing here Evans?” Lily scoffed and said “it’s the library Black everyone can be here. You three are so immature I don’t why you hang out with them Remus” this time Sirius scoffed but before Sirius could say anything Remus said “they are my friends Lily, sure Sirius I’ll come with you three just let me put my stuff in my bag” Lily just sighed and walked away.

As soon as Lily walked away Remus’ facade fell and his eyes started watering and Sirius noticed right away “Moony what’s wrong?” Sirius asked “Lily didn’t mean to but she asked me if I was excited to go home and see my family” Remus said sadly “oh Moony it will be ok maybe you could stay with James you don’t want to stay with me my family is the worst” Sirius said “Sirius it wouldn’t work nothing will work because of my monthly problem” Remus said as he started to walk off and Sirius followed him but they almost ran into Mcgonagall “Remus I was actually looking for you” Mcgonagall said “can I talk to you in private?” Mcgonagall asked “sure” Remus said and they walked to her office.

“Is something wrong professor?” Remus asked worriedly “nothing is wrong I just wanted to ask you something” Mcgonagall said “what’s your question Professor?” Remus asked “I know you are probably stressing about where you are going to stay this summer with everything that’s happened this year but how would you like to stay with me this summer? You don’t have to and don’t feel pressured to say yes” Mcgonagall said.

Remus was shocked and didn’t know what to say but just blurted out “you want me to stay with you?” Mcgonagall nodded “I don’t want to be a burden to you” Remus then said “you could never be a burden to me Remus” Mcgonagall said “I want to stay with you” Remus said “that’s great Remus we’ll discuss later, is that okay?” Mcgonagall said and Remus nodded and walked out of her office. Remus had told the other three about what Mcgonagall had said “see Moony I told you everything would work out” Sirius said “now let’s prank some Slytherins” James said. 

The rest of the year quickly flew by and now it was the day everyone was going home but because Remus was staying with Mcgonagall he wasn’t taking the train so he was saying goodbye to the boys before they left “I can’t believe we have to wait all summer to see each other” Sirius whined and the other three boys laughed then James said “make sure you owl us and tell how you are doing and if we have to come rescue you from Mcgonagall” James said and Remus laughed “make sure you three owl me too I want to know how your summer is going” Remus said and Sirius quickly hugged Remus and then they had to leave for the train. Remus had walked over to Mcgonagall and sat next to her “I’m going to miss them this summer” Remus said “well you will be able to owl them whenever you want now are you ready to see your new home for the summer?” Mcgonagall asked and Remus nodded.

[heartslogos]

newfragile yellows [838]

Ellana doesn't know what possesses her to blurt out, “I'm engaged”, during morning assembly. And judging from the look on Solas’s and half of the assembly’s faces, they’d also like to know.

But that shock pretty much ends the session, despite the fact that there are several other matters to discuss on the docket.

“It seems congratulations are in order for your most…felicitous union,” Solas says, face half frozen in surprise and narrowed into suspicion. He isn’t the only one and Ellana really can’t blame him for that, not when she’s also giving herself that look in her own head. “This council is dismissed. Lady Lavellan and I seem to have much to discuss, as I’ve fallen behind in keeping up with my former apprentice’s well-being for so long that I’ve…missed the joyous news. Council will reconvene tomorrow at this time with the understanding that we will be bringing no further topics to discuss and will be completing the discussion on what was meant for today. You may take your leave.”

On anyone else, the look on Solas’ face would be noble, regal, composed, and slightly condescending as he tilts his head towards the back entrance of the discussion chamber, the one meant for royalty. But Ellana’s practically grown up with Solas and she knows that it’s actually immeasurable panic, confusion, and the slightest touch of blind-sided outrage.

Ellana moves to follow him through the back passages. His back tenses the further and further they get from the discussion room before they emerge into his private study.

He waits for them both to be seated before he allows it all to explode.

“Since when were you even courting someone to be engaged?” He asks. “Are you out of your mind, Ellana? Lying to the council? I know you’re in a desperate situation but this surely isn’t the answer.”

“And how do you know I’m not for real?” Ellana counters. “I’m one of the most eligible women in the kingdom. I’ve got land, titles, merits, and connections. I also like to think I’m not too awful to look at.”

Solas stares at her. “I have known you for your entire life. I know when you are lying. Your brother is one of the captains of the Emerald Knights. We talk often and at length. You being courted would have been bought up. All of that aside? You need permission from the royal house to get married.”

“And you’ll give it. In what world do you deny me a marriage of my choosing?” Ellana tilts her chin up defiantly. “We may be at odds constantly and getting underfoot with one another, but at the end of the day the ducal house of Lavellan is a pillar that supports this kingdom, and your royal house.”

“I will, will I?” Solas arches an eyebrow. Ellana wonders if she can distract him by pointing out the deeply unattractive throbbing vein on the side of his temple. “There are other ducal houses we can give our favor to.”

“But you wont. Because we’re your favorite,” Ellana replies, crossing her arms. “Enough with the empty threats. We both know you’re on my side for this.”

Solas sighs, closing his eyes and covering his eyes. “Ellana what am I going to do with you? Do you have someone you’re engaged to?”

Ellana’s lips twist. “Not yet.”

“Ellana. I thought the days of you giving me headaches like this was over when you quit your apprenticeship to take over as heir to your house,” Solas groans. He glances at her, stern expression melting into something kinder. “You know if I could I would intercede on your behalf.”

It’s not the first time he’s said it to her, and it won’t be the last. Ellana appreciates it but she knows his hands are tied.

A majority of the noble houses support the conditions for Ellana’s ascension to Duchess, and if Solas overrides that consensus he puts himself in a very precarious situation. He needs those noble houses in order to keep the other royals in check.

“I know. But you can’t, so I’m just going to have to figure this out myself,” Ellana says. “I mean. It really doesn’t help that every other sentences is a barely veiled barb against me and my spinster status.”

Solas looks like he wants to roll his eyes. “They’re afraid of you and the power you could potentially have. Now tell me what your plan is so I don’t nearly faint from shock the next time you decide to snap back at those who nip at your heels. Really, Ellana, you just — went out and said it. No plan at all?”

“I had some kind of plan that I’ve been working on. It just hasn’t been fully envisioned,” Ellana protests. “I just need to be married long enough that I can make sure there’s an heir. I have some cousins who are newly married, one of them should be popping out a baby within the next year given my family’s blessing of truly fortuitous — multiplication.” Solas snorts inelegantly. “How do you want me to say it, Solas? My family is very good at popping out babies?”

“I did not say anything. So you’re going to wait for one of your cousins to have a baby and you’ll somehow negotiate with them to allow you to foster that child as your heir. And then?”

“And then my duke can go do whatever he wants, as long as it isn’t stay married to me,” Ellana says. “The requirements for me to inherit my title and the powers that come with it are that I get married and have an heir. There is no specification that I stay married or that said heir has to be of my own womb. Hells, I’d use Mahanon’s child if he was ever stupid enough to have one when no one was looking. Unfortunately for everyone involved there’s no chance of that because Mahanon’s hasn’t encountered a womb since he left our mother’s.”

Solas closes his eyes. “And how are you going to find a candidate who’s willing to step down from power after a year? Not to mention how are you going to negotiate — the rest of it.”

“The rest of it?”

Solas sounds incredibly tired. “Ellana. A husband and wife typically do more than sign a marriage license, disappear for a year, and then suddenly part ways. You have an entire year to fill with this person. Surely there are rules you need to set up, boundaries.”

Ellana…didn’t actually get that far.

Solas sighs, long-suffering and tired, as he reaches for his quill and some blank paper.

“Alright, let’s get to work, shall we? And here I thought my days of guiding you through problems was over. Am I ever going to be able to send you off without worry?”

[linechinese]

6 tips on learning Chinese

I contemplated Mandarin Chinese 15 years back. It took me nine months to arrive at a level where I could decipher paper publications from English to Chinese and from Chinese to English, read books and decipher for individuals, I did this in the age of the open-reel recording the device, sometime before the age of the Internet, online word references, language learning applications, MP3 documents, YouTube and cchatty Chinese learning center.

On the off chance that I think about what I did, I find that there were six things that helped me learn quicker than different understudies who were concentrating with me. Underneath I list every one of these tips on the most proficient method to learn Chinese, which you might need to apply to your investigations.

1, Tune in to Mandarin as Often as could be expected under the circumstances

The first month or possibly two, simply center around tuning in.

Begin by concentrating on tuning in. Simply become acclimated to the sounds. You should peruse whatever you are tuning in to, yet do so utilizing the phonetic composing framework, for example, Pinyin, to show signs of improvement feeling of what you are hearing. You should get familiar with the characters in the long run, yet you can forget about the characters from the outset, and rather, attempt to get a little force in the language.

It's too hard even to consider starting learning characters when you don't have any feeling of the words, what they sound like, or how they cooperate. Another dialect can seem like an undifferentiated commotion toward the start. The initial step is to get acclimated with the individual hints of the language, to figure out how to separate words from one another, and even to have a couple of words and expressions resounding in your mind.

My first prologue to Mandarin was tuning in to Chinese Dialogs, middle of the road content without any characters, only romanization, right now Yale form of romanization. Today Pinyin, created in China, has become the standard type of romanization for Mandarin. In Chinese Dialogs, the storyteller talked so quickly I thought he was tormenting us. In any case, it worked. Following a month or so, I was utilized to the speed and had a feeling of the language.

As an aside, I think it is a smart thought to start learning a language with the middle of the road level messages that incorporate a ton of redundancy of jargon, instead of excessively straightforward tenderfoot writings. Digital recordings and book recordings are extraordinary for this. The Mandarin Chinese small scale stories at LingQ are a case of the sort of perspective stories, with a lot of reiteration of high recurrence action words that are accessible today. These were not accessible to me 15 years back.

With a feeling of this energizing new dialect and some aural cognizance, my inspiration to become familiar with the characters developed. I needed to know the characters for the words that I had been tuning in to and becoming acclimated to.

So that is tip number one, to concentrate on tuning in and Pinyin for the principal month or two.

2, Commit Time to Memorizing Characters 

The investigation of Chinese, Mandarin Chinese is a long haul venture. It will acquire your contact with the language and the way of life of well over 20% of humankind and a significant effect on world history. Hence, I generally suggest learning Chinese characters in the event that you will gain proficiency in the language.

When you choose to consider Chinese characters, work at them consistently. Commit thirty minutes to an hour daily just on learning characters. Utilize whatever the technique you need, however, put aside devoted character learning time each day. Why consistently? Since you will overlook the characters nearly as fast as you learn them, and in this manner need to relearn them over and over.

You might need to utilize Anki or some other current PC based learning framework. I built up my own dispersed reiteration framework. I had a lot of 1,000 little cardboard cheat sheets with the most successive 1000 characters. I had sheets of squared paper to work on composing these characters. I would get one card, and record the character multiple times one segment on the squared paper and afterward compose the significance or elocution a couple of sections over. At that point, I would get another cheat sheet and do likewise. Before long I ran into the importance or sound of the last character that I had composed there. I at that point worked that character out again a couple of times, ideally before I had totally overlooked it. I did this for the initial 1000 characters. After that I had the option to learn them by perusing, finding new characters, and haphazardly keeping in touch with them out by hand a couple of times.

As we progress, learning new characters becomes simpler in light of the fact that such a significant number of components rehash in the characters. The characters all have "radicals", segments that give a trace of the importance of a character. There are likewise segments of the characters which propose the sound. These radicals are useful in securing the characters, despite the fact that not from the outset. As with such a great amount in language learning, an excess of clarification forthright is an interruption to procuring the language. I found that the endeavors of educators to clarify these radicals and different parts at the beginning periods of my learning were not to incredible profit. I didn't get them. Simply after enough presentation did I begin to see the segments and that accelerated my learning of the characters.

Tip number two is to truly invest consistently and committed energy into learning characters.

3, Perceive Patterns Rather than Rules Concentrate on designs. Try not to become involved with convoluted syntax clarifications, simply center around designs. At the point when I was contemplating we had a superb book by Harriet Mills and P.S. Ni. It was called Intermediate Reader in Modern Chinese. In each and every exercise they acquainted examples and with me, that is the manner by which I kind of got a feeling of how the language functioned. The examples were the edges around which I could manufacture anything I desired to state.

I have positively no feeling of Chinese language structure or punctuation terms, yet I am very familiar. I have seen books that present uncommon sentence structure terms for Chinese. I don't think they are important. It is smarter to become acclimated to the examples that Chinese uses to communicate things that we express in English utilizing English examples. Chinese has a somewhat uncomplicated language structure, one of the joys of learning Chinese. There are no declensions, conjugations, sexes, action word viewpoints, confounded tenses or different wellsprings of disarray that are found in numerous European dialects.

Tip number three is to concentrate on designs, work them out, say them to yourself, use them when talking or composing, and watch for them when you tune in and read.

On the off chance that you might want a free sentence structure asset to help supplement your learning, at that point I prescribe Chinese syntax assets.

4, Peruse More than You Can Handle Peruse a great deal. 

On the off chance that I learned quicker than my kindred understudies 50 years prior, it is on the grounds that I read all that I could get my hands on. I read considerably more than different understudies. I am discussing unique writings for students, but instead a wide scope of material on subjects important to me. I was helped by the way that the Yale-in-China had an incredible arrangement of perusers with glossaries for every section. We began with student material utilizing something many refer to as Chinese Dialogs, at that point graduated to a reviewed history content called 20 Lectures on Chinese Culture.

20 Lectures were an intriguing open door for me to find out about Chinese history and culture while learning the language. The book comprised uniquely of writings and a glossary, no entangled clarifications, no tests. At the point when I take a gander at a portion of the course readings accessible today focused on transitional and even propelled students, they are brimming with drilling content about anecdotal individuals in China, someone at college who met his companion or went to the stylist or went skating, trailed by clarifications and drills. Not a smart thought except if you are keen regarding these matters.

I moved on from 20 Lectures on Chinese Culture to Intermediate Reader in Modern Chinese out of Cornell University. This was a peruser with valid writings from present-day Chinese legislative issues and history. Every exercise presented designs and downplayed drills and clarifications. Or on the other hand, possibly I simply disregarded them.

Yale had a wide assortment of perusers on legislative issues, history, and writing, all with word records for every section. This was my learning material. The accessibility of word list per part implied that I didn't need to counsel a Chinese lexicon. Before the coming of Alec Tronic or online lexicons, it was very tedious and agonizing to counsel a Chinese word reference. Since we overlook the majority of the things we turn upward in the lexicon, this was a gigantic exercise in futility.

I developed my jargon utilizing these perusers with word records lastly had the option to peruse a book without jargon records, simply disregarding the characters and words that I didn't have the foggiest idea. Following seven or eight months I read my first novel, Rickshaw Boy or 骆驼祥子, which is a well-known novel of life right now during the fierce first 50% of the twentieth century, composed by Lao She.

Tip number four is to peruse as much as you can. This is a lot simpler to do today. You can discover material on the Internet, utilize online word references and applications.

5, Get the Rhythm of the Language to Master the Tones

Concentrate on tuning in. I attempted to tune in to whatever content I was perusing. Perusing encourages you to learn the jargon, yet listening causes you to associate with the language and get readied to talk. Listening cognizance is the center's expertise important so as to participate in discussions with individuals.

One of the difficulties of Mandarin is the tones. We gain proficiency with the tone of each character as we get jargon, however, it is hard to recall these when talking. It is critical to disguise the tones as a major aspect of expressions. Listening encourages you to do this. The pitch and cadence of Mandarin, or some other language, can just originate from tuning in to the local speaker. You can't learn it hypothetically.

Specifically, I discovered tuning in to customary Chinese comic discoursed, Xiang Sheng, 相声, an extraordinary method to get the beat of the language and of the tones since these entertainers overstate the pitch. These days you can locate these web-based, including the transcripts and even import them into a framework like cchatty. This was not accessible to me 50 years prior.

Actually, there is an enormous exhibit of listening material accessible for download on every single imaginable subject or you can purchase CDs on the off chance that you are in China. In our cutting edge world, all the material you find on the Internet, or material you may discover in CDs, can be changed over into downloadable sound records which you can have with you any place you go on an MP3 player or an advanced cell. Steady tuning in, in any event, for brief times of five or 10 minutes while you're standing by someplace, can significantly build the time accessible for learning any language, including Mandarin Chinese.

This was not accessible to me 50 years back. I truly needed to sit before my open reel recording device with my headphones on. The circumstance has changed significantly. I needed to scan book shops for a sound substance to tune in to on my recording device. Today there is no restriction on the material you can discover, and there is no restriction to where and when you can tune in.

Exploit and listen at whatever point you can. That is tip number 5.

6, Talk a great deal with a teacher in cchatty

The individual hints of Mandarin are not hard for an English speaker to make. The tones are an alternate story. You should rehearse a great deal with a guider, you can practice with a Chinese teacher in cchatty, both addressing yourself and addressing others. Work on emulating what you are tuning in to. Discover writings for which you have the sound. Tune in to an expression or sentence, at that point attempt to mimic the pitch, without stressing a lot over individual sounds. You may even need to record yourself to look at. On the off chance that you can get "contaminated" with the mood of the language, not exclusively will your control of tones improve, yet your selection of words will likewise turn out to be increasingly local like. At the point when you talk, don't re-think yourself on tones, or some other part of the language. Simply let the words and expressions you have heard and rehearsed stream out, missteps whatnot. Each time you utilize the language you are rehearsing and becoming acclimated to it. In the event that you appreciate communicating in Chinese, on the off chance that you appreciate getting in the stream, singing to the musicality, at that point your Mandarin will keep on improving. Try not to stress over acing elocution toward the start. We can't articulate what we don't hear, nor mirror sounds and pitch that don't impact us. So as to develop the capacity to hear the language and to feel the music of the language, we basically need to tune in to hundreds or even a large number of hours and permit the mind to become accustomed to the new dialect. You can't surge this procedure. Rather you should confide in the way that you will steadily and normally show signs of improvement. Accordingly whatever organize you are at in Mandarin, simply talk without dread and trust your impulses. In the event that you proceed with your perusing and listening exercises, and on the off chance that you keep talking, your talking abilities will normally improve. Here you can find out about: The most ideal approach to become familiar with a language.

So my 6th and last tip are simply put it all on the line and you'll get the cadence. Good karma!

[jungcock]

DOTTI (m.)

→ pairing: jungkook x reader

→ genre: coworker au, smut, crack if you squint

→ word count: 6.2k 

Work colleagues are off limits. Period. But, when the office eye candy seems to have eyes for only you—you find it extremely hard to refrain from breaking your #1 rule.

→ warnings: dom!jungkook, mild voyeurism, dirty talk, forced orgasms, unprotected sex, public(?) sex, overstimulation, breath play, multiple orgasms

Tension. Thick undeniable tension was all you could associate with Jeon Jungkook. Months of lingering stares, idle work conversation and quiet interactions in the photocopy room was enough to drive you insane. Nothing really happened, but enough happened for you to be invested in him and the idea of him—how close or far away he was, when he’d walked past you next. He had his hooks into you, deep. And embarrassingly, he didn’t need to give you a lot for him to bombard your thoughts regularly. He was just that tantalising.

It began with the longing stares. He’d never fail to catch your eye, whether it was across the boardroom table or through small crowds in the lift. Every chance he got to eye fuck you, he abused. It was always with a challenging eyebrow cock or smirk—subtle enough for it to be deemed appropriate but distressing enough for your cheeks to flush.

He knew what he did to you. It was apparent in the way you'd stutter and stumble in his presence, unable to answer him in a fluent sentence and scrambling for papers when he'd ask for something. He pretended not to notice and that's what got to you the most. The quick once over that he gave you every morning was one of the very few signs of legitimate interested he showed. He knew you liked what you saw, he liked what he saw, but he didn't do anything about it. And sadly, neither did you—you couldn’t and you wouldn’t.

He waltzed around like he owned the place and you watched him, like every other woman in the office, as he made four trips to the coffee machine and six trips to the printer, every day. He looked like a walking, talking Hugo Boss campaign in his tailored suits and navy dress shirts. He smelt subtly of expensive cologne every time he’d lean on your desk to ask you for paperwork. And, he spoke in a dialect that broke the corporate look in the sexiest way possible.

It goes without saying he was extremely distracting. You were always professional and hard working in the few jobs you’d had, however, your performance was the worst it had ever been at this job. It resulted in after work hours in the office, much like tonight, still photocopying and printing hundreds of pages of work a good five hours after you were supposed to go home. You used this time to curse Jungkook. Pathetic—yes, but cleansing. If you didn't let off steam in these frustrating times alone in the office, you wouldn't be able to fight or conceal the hatred for him. Or more so, the hatred for the effect he had on you.

You were mumbling to yourself, walking to and from your desk to the printer. The only other people there at that time were the cleaners and they always had headphones in. The third trip to your desk you had noticed the kitchenette light on, although you didn't think much of it. You really should have. Still rambling on unintelligibly about how good his hair looked that day, you shuffled documents on your desk, making the biggest ruckus. It was near impossible to anticipate his approaching footsteps.

"Um, are you ok?"

You almost jumped out of your skin.

"What the fuck?!" you screamed, papers flying everywhere.

"You're always doing that," he exasperated, shaking his head.

You glared at him incredulously. The Jeon Jungkook at the office, at this time of night?! The guy was a star, good at everything and the boss' favourite. He was always on top of his work, he never even qualified to do overtime. What really made you mad was that you were here because of him distracting you and now—he was here to distract you some more. Fucking spectacular.

"What are you doing here?!" you almost yelled at him, beyond frazzled.

"Uh, I work here, just like you?" he replied, his eyes darting around the room to emphasise how obvious it was.

You didn’t even have the energy to roll your eyes at him.

"You scared the shit out of me,” you huffed, blatantly unimpressed.

He raised his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry."

You blew a strand of hair out of your face before dropping to the ground to collect your papers. Jungkook was kind enough to help you. So, you decided not to yell at him when he shuffled them together in the wrong order.

"I didn't expect anyone to be here this late," he confessed.

He handed you the pile he collected and you snatched it rather coldly.

"Yeah, well, I'm always here this late."

He chuckled. "Rough, I understand why you're so cranky then."

You narrowed your eyes at him. Another thing that irked you about Jeon Jungkook was that nothing ever truly fazed him—all cheek, all smiles. He was always on his A game, always composed and put together—shrugging anything off his shoulder as if it was nothing. And sometimes, it came across as borderline mocking. While you stood there in your beige stockings, heels chucked under your desk, blouse untucked and hair pulled back into the messiest of buns—he looked just as perfect and impeccable as he looked that morning. While you were frowning, he was grinning. The contrast between you two made you look downright sad, just another thing to irritate you that night.

“I have to get back to work,” you announced before strutting away.

He chuckled and bit his lip, relishing in the sight of you walking away from him. He would never tell you to your face but he loved it when you were riled up. From the way your hips swing when you’d walk with haste to meet your deadlines, to the way you pulled your hair up messily to expose your flushed face and neck. There was just something about you when you were flustered... It was how he would imagine you’d look after a good fuck. And then it had him imagining fucking you so good, you would sigh in bliss and your eyebrows on your little flushed face would unknit. He thought about this every day since you’d started working there. He’d always feel so bad for you but he couldn’t bring himself to help you. Despite knowing you were a smart girl that could handle herself, he was too addicted to his flustered ____ fetish to help lessen your workload. If you were ever to know, he knew you’d hate him… even more so than you did now.

“You know it might be easier if you just take all your paperwork so you don't have to make so many trips,” he called after you.

Tonight was the time for him to redeem himself, to get in your good books. However, much to his dismay, you just weren’t having it.

“I'm cranky, Jungkook, maybe you shouldn't talk to me,” you called back.

“____! Don't be like that,” he replied with a laugh.

Jungkook followed you to the photocopy room, making sure to grab the rest of your paperwork for you. He stopped in the doorway, taken aback at the sight of you. You were stressed, it was very evident and this time, it wasn’t cute to him. It made him sad. With shaky hands, you jabbed at the printer buttons impatiently. With papers wedged under an arm, you had to blow loose strands of hair out of your face. You were distressed, he had never seen you at this level of frustration before and for once, he didn’t like it.

“You know—”

“What, Jeon?!” you snapped at him.

His eyes bulged at your outburst but he was quick to shake it off. “Abusing Dotti isn’t gonna make her print any faster,” he said, softly in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Dotti?”

Jungkook huffed before sauntering closer to you, a smug smile on his face. He got close, too close for comfort but you stood your ground. His cologne wafted into your face and you had to refrain yourself from inhaling louder than necessary. He reached around you and all you could do was stare at his collar, inches from your face. He slapped a hand on the printer and unrolled a worn sticker that read ‘DOTTI’. You raised your eyebrows in understanding. You learnt something new every day.

“Since you and Dotti are so close, why don’t you have a word with her for me then?” you sassed, taking a decent step away from his aroma before you started drooling.

“Is ____ asking me, for help?” he grinned.

You sighed and attempted to push him aside, “Nevermind.”

“No no no,” he interjected.

He delicately grabbed your wrist and you held your breath until he let go. You were unlucky Jungkook was so observant. No matter how convincing your cold front was, he saw right through you. Maybe, that was why he had the confidence to continuously push your buttons?

“I want my girls to get along,” he winked.

You don’t know whether Jungkook calling you his girl or Jungkook calling the printer his girl startled you more. Nevertheless, you let him help you. You were highly appreciative but you also highly impatient and tapped your foot while waiting. You heard him chuckle but he didn’t comment—a smart move on his part.

“Ok, all done,” he exclaimed.

You forced a smile before approaching the printer, but he refused to move. Your shoulders slumped in dejection and he chuckled again.

“Now I need your help.”

You groaned you couldn’t help it.

“What could you possibly need my help for, golden boy?”

“There’s this girl—”

You slapped your papers on the table behind you before giving your forehead a rub and sighing overdramatically.

“You’re seriously asking me for relationship advice… me?!”

“Yeah because—”

“Jungkook!” you interrupted him again, “Does it look like I have a love life? I’m here for fuck sakes! I’m here every single night until 10, 12 some nights!”

“Right… but this girl—”

“Why are you here, Jungkook? If you’re here just to pester me, I’m really not in the mood and I don’t have the time right now.”

You weren’t known for being so nasty. You had been under this type of pressure before but it never drove you to speak to anyone like that, especially a coworker. You were overtired and overworked. And, not to mention, you still wanted to fuck this boy, bad. The sexual frustration on top of everything else was just too hard for your exhausted soul to handle. Although, Jungkook didn’t let your snarkiness get him down—at least, he didn’t show it. Instead, he smiled.

“That’s fair,” he acknowledged you. “How about you let me take you out for a drink after this then?”

You scoffed, ignoring the hope and anticipation in his eyes—oblivious to it.

“I really couldn’t think of anything worse right now,” you almost muttered as if you weren’t supposed to say it aloud. You really shouldn’t have.

He chuckled again, but this time his heart wasn’t it in. It was then you realised what you said and you regretted it, instantly. If anything, what you said meant the opposite to how it sounded. You liked Jungkook, a little too much and it frustrated you. As much as you wanted him and wanted to go out with him, you couldn’t. You couldn’t do those things with him without jumping his bones. And you wouldn’t be able to look at him the same at work, you wouldn’t be able to look at yourself the same having broken your number one rule: do not fuck workmates.

“You really know how to let a guy down gently,” he sniggered, the disappointment of rejection clear in his tone.

You winced as if there was malice behind his words but you knew there wasn’t. You were wincing at the mild devastation you caused him, and there was no going back now—what was said was said, and what was done was done.

“I have a lot of work to do, Kook,” you said softly, unable to meet his eyes.

“I know,” he sighed, before eventually handing you your papers. “Good luck.”

Only when he looked down, you had the courage to look up at him. He was properly wounded. Once your hands grasped the papers, he quickly turned to leave. Oh, how you felt bad.

“Thank you,” you mumbled after him.

“Yeah.”

And he was gone.

*

You couldn’t focus. All you had to do was photocopy documents and you couldn’t even do that right. Your mind was so distracted, warped around your encounter with Jungkook and how horrid you were to him. He really didn’t deserve it. You felt terrible but you couldn’t bring yourself to go over and apologise. You could hear him pottering at his desk, you could hear his mouse clicks and deflated sighs. Twenty minutes went by and you were scanning the same documents over for the third time. It was karma—you anticipated and mentally prepared yourself for a long night.

“Ahem.”

You looked up to see Jungkook standing in the doorway, staring at you with sad hurt eyes.

“Do you mind if I stay? I need to print a few things.”

You nodded almost immediately, avoiding any form of eye contact. He really just asked for your permission to use the printer next to you. It was confirmed, you just painted yourself as the evilest bitch in Jungkook’s eyes. The whole time you had worked with him he had always seemed to have the upper hand. He was always the one leaving an everlasting impression on you. Now, you just one-upped him in that department and in the worst way. God, you really needed to say something—anything to clear the air, and your conscience.

“I’m sorry ok,” you managed to mumble. It was the right thing for you to say—regardless of how uncomfortable it made you feel. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to admit you were wrong, it was that you didn’t want to accept the guilt for hurting his feelings, you didn’t want to make it real. The last thing you needed was to hate yourself on top of everything else that was on your plate.

Jungkook froze and looked at you, you could see it from the corner of your eye. You kept working, refusing to look at his dumb gorgeous face. You prayed he’d just accept it so you wouldn’t have to have an awkward heart to heart. You just wanted to move on. Although, you had lasted a good ten minutes in the most painful of awkward silences. If you could survive that, you could survive anything Jeon Jungkook swung your way.

“Hey, you don’t like me, it’s cool. Now I won’t make any more of an idiot of myself. You did me a favour,” Jungkook said lightheartedly, already brushing your unnecessary rudeness under the rug.

“It’s not that, Jungkook,” you sighed, “I do like you. I’ve just had a hard week, hell, I’ve had a hard couple of months but that doesn’t give me the right to take it out on you. I’m sorry about that.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything for a while and made you second guess if he even heard you. Surely, he did. The was no way he didn’t. You finally tore your eyes away from your work to see him staring at you with the biggest grin. You almost snorted at the childlike delight in his eyes.

“So… raincheck on that drink then?” he asked cautiously.

You let a smile creep up your face. “Sure.”

Jungkook continued to smile at you, grinning so hard his eyes almost disappeared. “Looking forward to it.”

The next hour grew comfortable, chatting about nothing and everything in particular. You mostly trash talked other coworkers, laughing so hard at how your opinions were the exact same. You both disliked the same people, had the same interactions with others and noticed the same weird traits each of them had. You wished you hadn’t spent so long avoiding actually engaging with Jungkook. In a very short period of time, one on one, it was clear he was a genuinely cool guy.

"So... did boss man dump work on your desk just before he left for the day?" You asked him when your laughter simmered down.

Jungkook chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. You kept working, only looking up at him after it took him longer than usual to reply. He turned around almost immediately to avoid eye contact and somehow busied himself in the stationary cupboard. You grimaced—it was a simple question, was it not? You opened your mouth to say something, repeat the question as if he hadn't heard it even though there was no way he didn't, but he beat you to it.

"Surely you’re almost done," he smiled at you, circling around you to sift through the papers you had placed to the side.

You found it bizarre he just changed the subject, out of the blue, but you chose to let it go.

"I'm not, but I'm done for tonight," you replied, checking your watch to see it was half eleven.

"Good!"

After a few seconds of the both of you gathering your things, you both turned to each other to speak, chuckling when realising you were in unison.

“You go,” you prompted him, softly.

He shyly shook his head and you turned to him properly, cocking an eyebrow at him—silently coaxing him to speak. He faltered easily, seemingly like what he was about to say, he’d been wanting to say for awhile. You were intrigued.

“I have a confession to make,” he began, scratching the back of his head. “I didn’t actually have any work to do. I knew you’d be here so I offered to photocopy some work for Taehyung.”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, your mind-boggling, “And why would you do that?”

Jungkook let out a nervous chuckle, “C’mon ____, don’t make me say it.”

Your mind was reeling, frantically connecting all the dots. It made sense as to why he’d been there, as there’s no way he’d have enough left over work to do over time. Although, what you struggled wrapping your head around was that he did it for you. He wanted to spend more time with you. You tried your utmost best not to feel too flattered.

“That girl…” you began, reminiscing the previous conversation before you had so rudely yelled at him.

“I was talking about you, of course,” he admitted, unintentionally making you feel stupid.  

With furrowed eyebrows, you turned to look at him and saw his cheeks red and his hands all fidgety. He couldn’t meet your eyes. You had never seen this side of Jungkook, cute and… bashful. And all of a sudden, you felt an overwhelming need to reassure him.

You crept up to him, slowly, carefully watching his reactions. He cocked his head to the side when you stopped in front of him, inches away from touching him and just stood there, staring at him, contemplating. He opened his mouth to question you but then closed it again when you delicately placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed up on your tippy toes. You heard him gasp and hold his breath as you gained on his face, slowly, inching closer and closer, locking eyes with him and then flicking your gaze down to his lips throughout. You were so close and Jungkook let his pretty eyelids flutter shut. You took one last look at his serene expression before torturing him any further and pressed your lips against his.

You don’t know why you did it. You had felt entranced, possessed, as if you just had to, on top of wanting to. His lips felt like heaven, soft and moist and they moved delicately with yours. You cupped each side of his face and he dropped his papers to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He began deepening your kiss, tilting his head to the side to devour your mouth, pushing it open, sucking in your bottom lip. You felt your knees and your hands trembling. Jungkook whining into your mouth also slowly dissolving your self-control. You wanted to melt into him, so bad. But instead, you pulled away quickly.

He was dazed and confused and the sudden loss of you stunned him long enough for you to escape his hold. Neither of you had spoken a word yet and in that silence, you quickly went back to gather your things. He stood watching you, hair a mess and lips slightly swollen and for a split second, you thought he’d let you slip past him no problem. You were wrong.

“Where are you going?” he confronted you, grabbing you by the waist.

“I—I’m going home, Jungkook,” you stuttered, unable to meet his eyes.

He slowly exhaled, loud and deep before removing your work out of your hands and flinging it onto the table behind you. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, turning away to retrieve the papers but he prevented you every time.

“You can’t,” he argued, holding onto you tighter.

“Jungkook—”

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?” he mumbled, moving a hand up to play with your hair. You gulped and he pulled you closer, pressing his fingertips into one side of your neck and pressing his lips to the other side. His damp pecks caused goosebumps to spread all over your skin before he moved to your ear to whisper. “Do you know long how I’ve wanted you like this?”

“Jungkook, we can’t,” you keened, unintentionally, into his touch. He ignored you, listening to your body instead. He continued to massage into your waist and your neck with either of his hands, causing you to whimper, to submit to him without protest. It goes without saying, you were extremely disappointed with yourself.

“No, you can’t,” he reiterated, spinning you both around and slamming you into the printer. “You can’t just kiss me like that and leave!”

He was getting rough, rougher than you had expected he’d be in such heat. You theorised it as all that pent up sexual tension, all those daring looks over months of working together, unable to take anything further, unable to release that frustration out on each other. He was tired of having to go home and touch himself to the thought of you. Little did he know, so were you.

Staring into his dilated pupils, lust-crazed and delirious, you palmed his cheeks softly and pecked his lips with as much passion as you could muster. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled against his lips.

He shuddered and hissed before taking control of the kiss, his large hands roaming all over your body, manipulating your movements. He kissed you harder and all you could do was let him—let his tongue invade your mouth and let his teeth nibble at your bottom lip. He moved down to your neck, leaving moist patches on your skin, sucking until moans fell from your lips.

“I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he was chanting in a mumble, kissing you wherever he could and you were incessant in responding with breathy whimpers. His hands moved to your sides, kneading at your flesh and up under your skirt to claw at your ass. You yelped.

“I hate it when you wear this skirt,” he growled in your neck. “You’re such a fucking tease, do you try to kill me?!”

You looked down from the ceiling to see Jungkook staring daggers at your skirt, that he had now hitched up above your thighs. Your eyes widened. “N—no,” you stuttered.

Jungkook head snapped up to look into your eyes, his own filled with menacing arousal and it made you shiver. “Bullshit,” he rasped, before hoisting you up onto the printer.

A squeak escaped you as he did so and he wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips were back on yours and even though he had only been kissing you seconds ago, the relief you felt was as if you had gone an eternity without kissing him. He felt so right, you felt a fool for holding out on him for so long—for following your stupid rule for so long. The consequences would be complicated and awkward and bothersome but the way he felt pressed against you, kissing you, was euphoric and frankly, worth it. With that mindset, you had no complaints when he spread your thighs apart and ripped your stockings off of your legs.

“Finally,” he mumbled to himself while reaching for your core, and softly rubbing you through your panties.

“Oh my god,” you exclaimed under your breath, throwing your head back. “Please.”

“Please, what?” he taunted, teasingly tracing your clothed slit.

“Touch me,” you breathed, your open thighs trembling.

Jungkook sniggered, rubbing you in circles before removing his touch completely. You whined in protest, your clit throbbing at the loss of stimulation. Tears pricked at your eyes as you watched him back away from your needy body and head towards the door to close it. When he turned back around, he stared you down predatorily. Ignoring the chills you felt, you raised a hand to him, gesturing for him to return to you. He shook his head.

“I want you to do it yourself,” he demanded, leaning against the table opposite you.

“Huh?”

“Touch yourself for me, baby.”

“Oh,” you breathed, your whole body trembling. Your heart was racing as you carefully raised a leg to perch your foot on a ledge of the printer. With your skirt already hitched at your waist, you pulled your panties to the side, your wetness tethering strings to the fabric.

“Goddamn,” Jungkook groaned, palming himself through his dress pants.

You began stroking your soaked slit, delicately spreading your arousal all over your folds. You couldn’t control your moans when your nimble fingers found your clit and started rubbing tight circles. So badly, you wanted to throw your other hand into the mix to finger yourself at the same time. But the way you were perched on top of the printer, you had to keep your other hand behind you to support your weight. God, you needed to feel full, but your movements on your sensitive nub were too pleasurable to stop. You whined for Jungkook and he gripped his clothed cock tighter but refused to help you. You wailed, resigning to chasing a clitoral orgasm. You rubbed yourself faster and harder until your wrist cramped up. You felt your walls spasming, clenching around nothing as you came close to your end. Your eyes screwed shut and your mouth fell open as a wave of euphoria hit the pit of your stomach and then washed through your entire body. You were left shaking, trembling, your juices spilling out of you shamelessly.

“You really just… came all over Dotti,” Jungkook commented when you finally caught your breath and he strode up to you.

You slapped him on the chest, your cheeks flaming red. “Shut up!”

“And it was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” he rasped in your ear, his fingers returning to your throbbing pussy. He attacked your swollen nub and you squealed from the overstimulation and banged your foot on the paper tray. “Careful,” he warned but continued to torture you, rubbing you roughly and unapologetically.

“Jungkook, please,” you begged shakily, your skin slick with sweat, your unbuttoned blouse and loose strands of hair sticking to you. You had never looked so alluring to him, a perspired mess, completely spent, exhausted and compliant. His cock twitched in its constraints.

“You’re one needy bitch, aren’t you?” he growled through his teeth.

You nodded, whimpering, whining, almost sobbing. You wanted to feel full, you wanted his cock stuffed inside you so bad you felt you were going to go insane if he made you wait for a second longer. Thankfully, Jungkook couldn’t hold out any longer either and pulled his length out of his zipper, hard and pulsing. Your mouth watered at the sight.

“Tell me how much you want my cock, huh, baby?” He cooed, running his shaft up and down your dripping folds.

“Hmm, I want it so bad, please Jungkook fuck me,” you begged him, “I need it, I’ve been so stressed out, please, I need you to fuck me good.”

“I don’t know, ____,” he taunted, “you tried to run away from me earlier. Are you sure? I am your work colleague and this is our workplace… We’re breaking so many rules, don’t you think?”

He was still rubbing his shaft all over your wet heat and slapping his hardness on your clit every once and awhile, causing you to squeak. You looked up to see a mocking expression on his face and it made you want to slap it right off. He was driving you crazy, how he dare?

“I don’t fucking care, Jungkook,” you growled through your teeth. “I need you inside of me right now or I swear to God, I’m hopping off of Dotti, tackling you to the floor and riding your cock myself.”

A huge grin spread across Jungkook’s face. “As sexy as that sounds, I’m enjoying having Dotti in the equation,” he teased, maintaining control.

“You fucking weirdo—oH!”

He slammed into you, all at once, knocking the air out of your lungs. You hadn’t felt so satisfyingly full in a very long time. His size was perfect for you, stretching your walls exquisitely, reaching you in spots you forgot existed. He began a relentless pace, not giving you any time to adjust. You couldn’t control your moans. The way he was bucking into you, ramming you, had the printer juddering beneath you. For Jungkook, it was easily ignored as he had he eyes fixated at where you connected, watching his cock pump in and out of you at a blinding pace, your wetness dripping down and pooling into a printer compartment. If he wasn’t making you feel so mind-blowingly amazing, you might have cared.

This was what you needed. This was what you should have given into a long time ago. If you had just let him fuck your brains out, all the tension, all the stress that distracted you from your work would have been non-existent. But of course, with Jungkook’s cock pounding you, this theory made perfect sense, when in fact, it was the complete opposite.

He picked up the pace, which you didn’t believe would be possible but he did. He held your thighs apart wider, pumping deeper into you and making your eyes roll back. You felt your end draw near and your breathing hitched. A shaky hand flung down to your clit and you rubbed ferociously. Jungkook watched as you massaged yourself frantically and screamed your completion at the ceiling. As your walls clenched sporadically around him, he shuddered and grunted wildly.

Your muscles went limp, your orgasm shocking and then exhausting your body—but Jungkook ignored it and continued his merciless thrusting. He was still rock hard, warm and pulsing inside you. You didn’t know how much your body could take. Not at any point had he slowed down and you were so sensitive from your previous orgasms, it was beginning to hurt.

“Cum again for me, baby, c’mon!” he snarled, droplets of sweating running down his forehead.

“I CAN’T!” you screamed at him, clawing at his dress shirt, clawing for something, anything to hold onto.

“Yes you can,” he grunted, one hand dipping to touch your engorged clit and the other hand wrapping around your neck. His fingers enclosed around your throat, stifling your wails of pleasure. You were starting to feel pleasure again. Jungkook had manipulated the overstimulation, building you up again in a fraction of the time. Your mind and vision went blurry as the waves of ecstasy rocked through you, so close to tipping over the edge. You had never felt such a raw high.

“You look so good on my cock,” Jungkook groaned. He was panting, moaning, grunting— he was shamelessly vocal throughout and you found it beyond erotic. It felt so good knowing he also felt good. As much as you enjoyed being lost in pleasure, being fucked into oblivion—hearing Jungkook on the other end, seeing him work relentlessly, grounded you in the best way. You didn’t want him to ever stop fucking you.

He squeezed your throat, constricting your breathing slightly and suddenly, altered his pace. He removed his touch from your clit and grabbed your shoulder, both of your hands snapping up to grip his forearms. This way, he had complete control over you.

“Take. Every. Single. Fucking. Inch,” he chanted while delivering five brutal thrusts. Your body jerked with every violent collision of hips, his tip hitting your sweet spot. You drowned in your high, your breath hitching and your toes curling.

“Oh fuck!” Jungkook exclaimed once he felt your walls squeezing him, deliciously—the printer then collapsing an inch with a loud crash. He let go of your shoulder and throat, hooking his arms under your thighs and lifting you up off the printer with haste. Your limbs were still spasming from your orgasm, your neck rolling until your head found his shoulder to rest. With his cock still lodged inside of you, he leaned you against the wall and began ramming into your convulsing cavern. It was too much, you could barely hold yourself up.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, “put me down.”

Jungkook grunted in response, carrying you over to the table and lying your limp body down. He folded your legs against your chest, continuing to abuse your seeping hole, chasing his high. His thrusts began to get sloppy and after three more pumps, he was spilling his load into you, roaring at the ceiling. His warm seed splashed against your walls, mixing with your own juices and trickling onto the table.

He leaned down, hovering over your splayed body to give you a big kiss. You somehow found the energy to return it, opening your mouth for his wet muscle to taste you. He then pecked your lips twice before rolling off of you and leaning against the table next to you, side by side. The both of you stayed silent for a bit, catching your breath, attempting to wrap your heads around what just happened… you had fucked each other, finally.

“Wow,” you huffed.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Goddamn, you destroyed me,” you swallowed.

He chuckled. “Yeah, and Dotti.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you raised your head to glance at the printer you had just been railed on. The paper tray had snapped, the scanner was dented and the whole machine had collapsed on its side. You dropped your head back onto the table and burst into laughter. Jungkook joined you, his grin so big all you could see was teeth. Your cute, bashful Jungkook was back and you didn’t mind the whiplash of his conflicting personas.

“We’re so fucked,” you said through a cackle.

“Yeah, all of us.”

“Stop!” you squealed, “We did not have a threesome with a fucking printer!”

“I think we did,” he replied cheekily.

“Jungkook!”

“I still want to take you out for that drink,” he stated, very casually changing the subject.

You nodded, “Yeah, of course.”

Jungkook smiled at you before getting up to inspect DOTTI. Sure, he was good with printers but there was no way he was going to be able to fix that one. You pushed yourself up, your arms and legs still shaky, trying to avoid the pool of cum between your legs. It was difficult, even though you felt the most serene and relaxed you had felt in a while, your body felt like it had just been through a war.

“Actually, I’ve changed my mind. I don’t wanna go out for a drink.”

Jungkook turned to you with a disappointed expression. “Oh.”

You giggled.

“I want you to carry me home tonight instead…” you admitted, “Honestly, I don’t think I can walk.”

Your knees wobbled as you tried to climb down from the table and Jungkook sniggered. He found some antiseptic wipes and cleaned up the mess so you could just slide down. You adjusted your panties and skirt and pulled your tattered stockings off of your foot—there was no salvaging those.

“I’m happy to do both, you know,” he suggested sweetly, folding his arms and leaning back against the table.

You were attempting to fix your hair, retying the bun and then shook your head, forcing you to start again. “No, I can’t have you doing me two favours,” you exasperated.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I made you break your number one rule, it’s the least I could do,” he theorised, more nonchalant than was appropriate.

“What?!” you almost squealed, “How’d you know about that?”

He chuckled cheekily, poking his tongue at his cheek. “I asked Taehyung about you, and apparently, you told him at the Christmas party last year you never get romantically involved with coworkers. He was very disappointed, I might add.”

“You asked about me?” you unintentionally gasped, Taehyung’s interest in you was carnal and old news. 

Jungkook chuckled. “Yeah, I actually like you, ____.”

You blushed. You don’t know why. He had just seen you in all your glory. He had just fucked you into another dimension.

He started scratching the back of his head—you were beginning to catch on that he did it when he was nervous—and shuffling his feet. “And I was hoping… I could be an exception to your rule.”

You smiled, big, you couldn’t refrain from it.

“We’ll see.”

[greengargouille]

AC x ML: Static, Part 1

((So... Do any of you guys remember when, more than one year ago, I posted something about Which Partner, and I mentioned something about an akumatized Mimura? And then I mentioned it here and there and never seemed to publish any actual content about it?

Well, one year, multiple changes on the costume/power idea and a lot of inspiration, I’m... still not done. But since it’s Which Partner’s second birthday, why not publish the first half as a way to mark the occasion? Besides it being a bad idea for editing in details I forgot, I mean.))

The days following a big project always had a special taste to Mimura.

The freed time was great, of course, nobody would argue that. And it was a relief not having to worry about his parents catching him working on that when he pretended to be studying (well, not so much pretending as not correcting them when they assumed it was the case). But, mostly? It was just the satisfaction of a job well done. One step further toward maturing his skills. Sharpening his vision and showing it to the world.

 …To think not so long ago, he was still settled on never letting others know about his amateur film productions. The second year of junior high certainly had dampened his enthusiasm over the creative process. If it wasn’t for Korosensei- if it wasn’t for becoming friends with other artists- he might have actually abandoned it all, letting this part of him rot and suffocate till he no longer felt anything toward cinema or directing. Falling into class E might have been what saved him.

 Still, nothing Mimura had ever done, even before that year, was comparable to how ambitious he has been this time. With how popular Ladybug and Black Cat were, not just on a town or prefecture level but actual national status due to the moon explosion theories making all of Japan aware of supernatural beings, any project related to them was sure to bring views. For this one-of-a-time opportunity, his work had to be flawless. He had spent days seeking the highest quality videos available on the two superheroes, pondering over and over on the music, the transitions… Even in his first year in the film research club, he never had spent so much time and effort in a single work- not for one of such a short length, at least. 

A fake trailer. By using fan footage of the akumatized fights and the TV news interviews of the town’s heroes, with some editing and a voiceover narration, making a pretend video for a movie about the miraculous holders. Especially tricky since he couldn’t go ask said holders to play out a scene for him to film. 

Boy did Mimura had felt his heart pound when he posted it online. He hadn’t been able to fall asleep without checking every five minutes if he actually posted the right thing, hadn’t made any glaring error or anything off-putting. And checking the ladybug forum for new messages and seeing the positive reactions… The excitement had kept him awake. Thankfully he posted it on Saturday afternoon and didn’t have to worry about dozing through morning classes. 

Still, this Sunday might be free of classes, but not of any event. As a sort of celebration- and partly because Mimura had put his social time aside while he worked-, the artist trio decided to hang out together at the mall and go see a movie. The boy wasn’t too sure about its potential quality, as he had very mixed feelings over the director’s previous works, but it was his first time making a horror story, and he was working with that music composer Mimura liked. 

“Hey, you guys! I didn’t make you wait too long?”

It was rare for him to be the last to arrive. Granted, whenever he went to an exhibit with Sugaya, the artist was dragging with him way too much supplies, a supplementary weight he brought ‘just in case’. God, how many times Mimura had to help him carry his stuff as they had to run away from the rain. Thankfully the boy had judged unnecessary to bring anything this time.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” Okajima replied while getting up from the bench where he was waiting. “We’ve got largely enough time before the screening. -More importantly,” Sugaya interjected, “congrats for your video! I saw this morning, it was almost at fifty thousand views? -Wow, no way, let me check.” Okajima took his phone and started to type. “Well, there are a lot of people on the Ladyblog forum…” Mimura started to answer, all kinds of excuses rushing into his head. “Right, there was a lot of positive comments, wasn’t it? You deserve it.”

Mimura really didn’t know how to reply to that, and it was even tougher knowing Sugaya was probably sincere and he couldn’t brush it off as politeness. Being praised- having an undisputable achievement- those weren’t things he was used to. Not like this. Not on that.

But it’s not like he could deny he had done something, and that something was successful. How much time one had to wait for the other shoe to drop before having to admit they did a great job?

“…Thank you.” It was hesitant, but it was a start.

Sugaya replied with a smile, one of those soft smiles where he unconsciously tilted his head on the side, which made Mimura finally relax. It was fine. Maybe he did deserve it after all.

“Hm. Guys. You need to check that.”

Okajima turned his phone toward them. A single sentence, white over a dark screen. A single, ordinary sentence, one Mimura had read plenty of times; yet seeing it brought out an uneasy feeling, which increased as Okajima explicated the obvious:

“The video had been taken down.”

--

“It wasn’t great, but it was entertaining, at least.” Okajima commented before biting on his burger.

 Despite the unpleasant news, Mimura had insisted for them to go through what they had planned. After all, they were already close to the shopping mall, and just because he would skip a movie and fast food lunch, his video wouldn’t suddenly magically reappear. He would need to look into the details of it, of course. But, later. No need to rush. It wasn’t urgent. Nothing that mattered.

“I dunno, I feel like I wasted my time. Like, the special effects are clearly the main point of the film, but they felt uninspired.” Sugaya replied while grabbing some fries.

 Plus, a movie was distracting, which was welcome at this moment. No need to act before calming down. A great film would have been better, of course, one where Mimura could get immersed and forget all about his current worries as he analyzed it. That’s what he did back when his grades started to drop. It had bordered more on denial then, actually, ignoring the problem till he was too big to ignore, and at that point it was too late. But that wasn’t the case now. Because there was nothing to ignore. Just a silly little problem.

 “Yeah, I see what you mean. Instead of showing us the creature, it would have been better to leave it in the dark, it would have been scarier.”

 The thing was, Mimura didn’t have the authorization for some of the footage he had used. He had tried to contact whoever he could, all the small intrepid reporters that happened to be on place during an akumatized fight, but he had completely forgotten to check for the TV interviews. It wouldn’t have been a problem most of the time, but maybe, for a more popular video…

“There’s that, of course, but also the music, it was fine but I felt it wasn’t used very well? They should have just cut it at some place. I don’t really know how to explain… What do you think, Mimura?”

Or was it the music? He was pretty sure it was free of rights, was he mistaken? Either way it would be able to remake the video while cutting the faulty element. It was all structured together. He couldn’t correct it.

“…Mimura? -…Sorry, what? I was thinking of something else.”

Sugaya and Okajima shared a look of concern. Oh, that was what Mimura had wanted to avoid. Concern. He wasn’t especially upset- shouldn’t be, over such a trivial matter- but with all the akuma attacks over the town, everyone was a bit on edge over any potential crisis. Still, he was annoyed his friends would think he would break down over something so unimportant. Between the school’s ostracisation, the wall he had constructed between him and his parents, and now the assassination, he had gone through much more stressful. It’s not a little annoyance over a hobby that would change things. 

“…Dude,” Okajima said, “if you want to talk, we’re here, okay? -That’s great to know.” Mimura replied in a way he hoped was casual. “But I’m fine. I was just thinking about something else, that’s all.” He immediately switched on an excuse. “My father told me to stop at the convenience store on the way to buy something, but I couldn’t remember what. I think I should try to call him now before I forget. Can you guys watch my stuff? -Sure?”

Mimura got up from his seat and took his phone from his pocket while leaving the table, barely checking to see his classmates’ reactions. Only a phone call. It was normal to go outside- well, outside the restaurant at least, he wasn’t planning to leave the mall- when calling someone.

Right, that won him a few minutes to himself. Couldn’t do more, or that would be suspicious. He still had barely touched his own meal after all.

…Sometimes it was exhausting pretending to be fine. Mimura knew his face showed his emotions easily, and he wasn’t so smooth a liar he wouldn’t slip up if someone asked him directly what was wrong; he was more the kind to redirect the subject before said question came up. All of this… it made him feel resentful against those who were concerned over him, for all the stress that added to him. Couldn’t they just ignore him and leave him sulk? But at the same time, it was his own fault for feeling bad about the situation in the first place. Why did he had to invest so much into something that didn’t matter? Why did he had to bring his hopes up when it couldn’t be any different from usual? He should know by now he wouldn’t get any recognition for his efforts. It was stupid to think otherwise.

Mimura put back his phone in his pocket and felt a piece of paper inside that he took, intrigued. Ah, right, the movie ticket. Stupid movie. So bland and so overdone, so many things that would have been easy to fix- but he didn’t have any right to talk about that as an amateur, did he? God he hated this. Why did some people get so much money to make their movies while he was stuck seeing his videos taken down for some petty authorization- it’s not like he did anything bad with it, it wasn’t a whole song nor a complete footage- why did others got away with making mediocre works and his had to be perfect and it still wasn’t enough, why wasn’t he enough, he hated this, he hated them all, he hated- 

No, he had to calm down. It wasn’t the moment. Later, in private. No, not later. Never. Getting over it. He would close his eyes, breath deeply and count to three, and then everything would be fine.

One, two, three.

When Mimura opened his eyes, a dark butterfly just entered his field of vision.

 He barely had the time to register it, to see it land on the ticket without being able to react- And then it was sudden clarity. Pure feeling. All parasite thoughts numbed down to barely a whisper.

“Static”, a foreign voice spoke into his mind- and the name felt so fitting, somehow, “I am Kochou. I can give you the power to get revenge over the unfair treatment your videos have been given. I only ask for one thing in return. -The ladybug and cat miraculous.” Mimura- no, Static- completed, a smile on his lips. 

Sentences popped into his mind, distant, the shadow of a thought process. ‘Bad idea’. ‘What will others think of you?’ But, already, those words dissolved into the resolute feeling that had taken him.

“I accept with pleasure, Kochou-sama.”

 --

Okajima looked at the entrance, his fingers tapping on the table as he waited. Not necessarily for Mimura’s return, but… something. A form of acknowledgement on how the situation was wrong. 

Okajima thought of himself as an honest man. If he liked something, he had no problem saying it, even knowing his opinion was unpopular. If he disliked something, he would complain about it with all the frustration and anger he felt- even when his classmates thought he was overreacting. He was just that kind of person. True manliness was to be totally shameless no matter the topic. That’s why dishonest situations like this one didn’t sit well with him.

“Say”, he addressed Sugaya who seemed absent-minded, “what do you think we should do? -Walk around in the mall? There’s a clothing shop I would like to see. -Not what should we do after eating,” Okajima corrected with annoyance, “about Mimura. He’s clearly not taking the video thing well, despite how he refuses to admit it. -Oh.” His classmate just replied with a small sound. “So I wasn’t just imagining things then. -Well, yeah, that was very obvious. I kinda want to force him to talk just for that, but he might just close up even more and we will go nowhere. Plus, you know. That might just add even more negative feelings to the pile.”

Sugaya stayed silent, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. His fingers idly played with his straw, twisting it as he seemed lost in thought.

“I don’t know what to do.” He finally admitted. “Neither do I,” Okajima replied, “but you know Mimura better than me. Plus, you’ve been akumatized already, so you should know how he feels. -That’s… I don’t think it can apply. I mean, I wanted to be left alone, but look at what that did for me. Do you really think Mimura could be akumatized over this? -Eh, dunno. Honestly I feel like bad luck is also at play, but it’s not like you can tell how important something is to someone, even if it seems silly. A man’s passion should never be ridiculed,” Okajima added on a serious tone. “…Wow, that would sound so cool if it wasn’t from you. -Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? -…If Mimura feel bad over this, then I want to help.” Sugaya totally ignored Okajima’s last comment. “But I never had this problem before? Like, with Chiba I trusted him to come to me if he felt like I could help him with something? -Dude, no offense but Chiba ended in class E with us and neither of us saw it coming. -Well, I did say something I could help him with, not sure what I could have done.” Sugaya sighed. “You’re not totally wrong though, I felt bad about it. -What about the other guys then? Didn’t you hang out with people of the art club sometimes? -Them? I… am not sure they counted as friends? Like, in the first place it always was way more casual, and it soured up quickly anyways. Because I’m ‘too much of a troublemaker’. -Oh, yeah, so they were this kind of guys, uh? I know what you mean. -…So, yeah, I don’t have much experience dealing with this. I want to help and I feel like there’s something I could do, but nobody is telling me what. It’s frustrating.”

Okajima wasn’t sure either what it was that they could do, but fortunately the noise of a door brutally closed and a scream stopped the conversation before he had to reply. 

“AKUMA ATTACK!!”

He turned his head toward the entry door, that an alarmed woman was closing, clearly terrified by what she saw outside.

“An akuma… Shit, Mimura’s still outside. -What, do you think he…?” Sugaya didn’t dare finish his sentence. “I don’t know if it’s him, but if it isn’t then he’s in first line to be attacked. -Crap, you’re right.”

People around them were starting to panic, some already diving under the tables, other running towards the kitchens, probably hoping to find a back door. Honestly, Okajima was tempted to follow them. He didn’t know what super villain would appear, but it certainly wasn’t going to be a fun experience.

…But, he already had made his decision.

“Let’s go,” he said to Sugaya, walking towards the entrance.

--

Hayami had to pull her nails into the palm of her hand to keep her face calm.

In front of her, on the other side of the small plastic table, Nakamura was currently playing with her nesoberi plushie’s pigtails. A Ladybug nesoberi. She wasn’t sure what was flustering her most, that her friend was so fond of her new acquisition, or the fact that it was sold at all. 

“It’s obvious,” Nakamura explained, ignorant of the girl’s inner turmoil, “if you have the blueprints and material to make nesoberi in a factory, then you’re not going to stop at fifteen. Probably, the collab with the arcade was to see how popular they would get. Man, I kinda want to see what kind of face the fans who spent so much on the game will pull learning they could just have waited a few months instead, it will probably be hilarious. -You don’t say”, Hayami replied, impassive.

How would Nakamura react if she knew Hayami was such a fan. She would probably be too busy harassing me over how I’m a Black Cat fan. The endless teasing… Thankfully she was good at keeping a cool appearance. 

At first, when the two of them had planned an afternoon at the mall together, she had thought it would just be a relaxing moment between friends. Some shopping, maybe a movie, trying out the new purikuma booth, checking out from afar that children live stage performance the mall was organizing- she vaguely remembered Chiba mentioning accompanying his sisters to see it sometimes, and it had intrigued her- just silly fun activities two teenage girls would do on their weekend. To be perfectly honest, Hayami would have tried to include some homework into that schedule, but Nakamura had loudly complained about it, and with Tikki insisting so much lately about all the work she did, she hadn’t pressed further.

 She would have never expected they would end up facing a shop window full of Ladybug and Black Cat themed goodies. It kind of baffled her sometimes, how popular was her other identity. She and her partner were just a pair of local heroes doing their job. Maybe it was the magic? Of course people would be all over something that proved the existence of the supernatural. She had seen some topics speculating on the subject on the Ladyblog, but she might have underestimated their importance. Usually people ask us more about our relationship… Well, revealing anything about the Miraculouses to the public would be a big no-no, even more than some hints about their true identities, so it made sense that interviews gave up on that.

Still, Black Cat goodies… She would have to come back there, maybe with a disguise. And to think they would end up selling that nesoberi plush… Would she have tried to win one if she knew the exclusivity would only last for a few months? Probably.

God, I really fell hard for him.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea.” Nakamura grinned with a face full of mischief. “Can you take a photo with my phone? I’m going to kiss my Ladybug and send it to Okajima. -Wh- I- Don’t do that!”    

Seeing her friend’s surprise, Hayami knew she made a mistake. It was uncommon for her to get excited over something, and she had tried to keep her composure the whole conversation. But, how could she stay cool over this. The idea of Nakamura kissing Ladybug- it’s not like she talked about some distant celebrity after all. And then thinking that Okajima could do the same… Now that was giving her chills. 

“My, my, seems like someone is jealous.” Nakamura playfully reacted by swinging her nesoberi in front of Hayami. “Do you want to steal a kiss? I’m willing to share~ -That’s not the problem.” Hayami replied as calmly as she could. “Oh, so perhaps you want to kiss m- -It’s unhygienic,” Hayami interrupted her, knowing very well how her friend would twist her words if she let her speak, “and you’re going to give him bad ideas. -Eh, I’m probably not the first. Heck, I bet someone among those who got the first fifteen have done it at some point.”

Hayami immediately thought about the Black Cat nesoberi in her room, and had to focus back on the conversation before having any weird ideas. She was too mature for that. She couldn’t- No, she should think of something else. Plenty of people might have kissed my effigy at some point. Yep, that sure calmed her. Oh, how she wished she never had this conversation. Popularity was terrifying sometimes.

“Akuma alert.” A voice resonated through the speakers of the mall, interrupting the girl’s inner troubles. “Our customers are invited to go walk to the nearest exit. No need to panic. We repeat- -Urg.” Nakamura’s face soured. “Goodbye, relaxing afternoon. Let’s go before we get caught up in the crowd. -I…” Hayami started to speak, while her mind was getting into a highly alert mode. She needed an excuse “We didn’t pay for our drinks, go ahead while I do it, I won’t take long. -What? Hayami, you can’t be seri- -It’s important! No need to argue, we’re only losing time. Trust me, I will leave right after. -Geez, why do you have to be serious like that… Alright, but only if you go along with me the next time I get a fun idea. -Accepted.” Hayami was certain she would regret it. “See you in a few minutes.”

She didn’t wait for an answer and went right into the shop, straight to the bathroom, while getting pushed on the way by intrigued people trying to leave. Thankfully the stall was empty; she opened her bag, from which flew a very familiar red creature. 

“It’s too bad,” Tikki lamented, “you finally had a day to relax… -No need to feel bad about it. Tikki, spots on.”

The familiar surge of power filled her body as her clothes changed for her more practical hero suit. Time to get into Ladybug mode. It wasn’t complicated, honestly. The focus, her shifting perception, the strength that filled her muscles, everything contributed to her feeling like an entirely different person. Maybe the glamour supposed to make her unrecognisable played a part too.

Still, I need to play it safe. She counted the seconds in her head, and when she felt she had waited long enough, left the shop’s bathroom. Nobody was there anymore. Good. She didn’t have time to think of excuses for anyone who might have seen the young girl enter- she had an akuma to deal with.

--

Ladybug walked around the mall, ready to react to any upcoming attack and directing any civilian she saw toward the exit, when she finally spotted an unnatural thing. In front of her stood a giant foggy pile of inconsistent color, minuscule spots of black, white and grey all mixed together; it kinda reminded her of TV static, in a way. The pile, if that was the right word for an accumulation without a specific form, didn’t seem to have any weight to it, as if it was superposed to the air rather than a solid mass, but she knew better than to touch it to verify. Who knew what it did.

She saw a black silhouette move from the corner of her vision, and, sure enough, when she turned her head her partner jumped to her side. 

“Good afternoon to you,” Black Cat greeted her, then immediately switched to the main topic. “Any information on our villain of the day? -No, I just arrived.” Ladybug informed him, hesitating to say anything more, then decided she was silly for doubting her every word. “I’m glad you could come. I was wondering if you would be able to show up before the fight. -Yeah, I wasn’t sure I would be on time either,” admitted her partner. “I was nearby, but surrounded by… well, it’s not important.”

Ladybug looked at him, but said nothing. Civilians, friends, family… Many ways to end the sentence, and none that mattered. They couldn’t talk about their true identity.

“What do we do with this?” She pointed toward the foggy obstacle with a move from her head. “Good question.”

Black Cat looked around, his eyes settling on a deserted chair from some shop on the side. Ladybug already understood what he was thinking about, and didn’t feel any surprise when he walked toward it only to throw it into the fog.

“Doesn’t seems solid, but I didn’t hear anything hit the floor. -Try to see with another chair what happens if you only put one partially? -That was the next step of my experience, yes.” Black Cat smiled at her.

Despite the situation, Ladybug couldn’t help but feel her heart warm up at the boy’s soft face. They might be in potential danger at any point, but at least she got him by her side, and he seemed to appreciate them thinking alike as much as she did. Well, maybe not as much, but at least a little? It sure made things easier for both of them.

“Hmm, it doesn’t seem to melt.” The second chair, that Black Cat put partially in the fog, still was intact when they pulled it away. “I guess it’s like smoke? Let me try putting my hand in it.” He looked at Ladybug for approval. “…It might not be safe. -All the more reason that I do it rather than you. Plus, you can always heal me afterward. -…That’s not wrong, but…” She would rather not see him get hurt, of course. Surely he could understand that? “Don’t worry, it’s just a test.” He put his left hand in the fog- it would only be silly to risk his ring hand, after all- and took it out. “See? Nothing happened. Actually, I didn’t even feel any pressure or change. It might be safe to walk in. -Even if it’s some kind of gas, it might be toxic.” Hopefully no civilian was caught in the middle of it. “Hmm.” The boy nodded, his green eyes still on the fog. “Only one way to know.”

Black Cat took a step forward, and soon his head disappeared in the smoky thing. Ladybug was uneasy about this- her partner always was the one who took risks in those situations. It was logical, of course, she was the one with the power to fix everything, and so had to be the last standing at the end, but… she didn’t have to like it. What did the boy think about it? Was he secretly resenting her for this? This didn’t seem in his personality, yet it was still a possibility.

I wonder how the previous Ladybugs felt about it.

Multiple times her and Tikki had spoken about the precedent heroes. Their powers, their strategies, their allies; most notably, how they still found time to relax and have fun. But as for their feelings… It was a subject Hayami didn’t want to bring up. Even if they were different people, it would break her heart to hear they didn’t get along with their partner. What if it was the case, and Black Cat heard about it from his own kwami? Would he assume she was the same? Even though I love him. No, it wasn’t even that. She cared about him. More than her crush, he was the partner she had come to rely on. Anyone could feel attracted to him, but their bond was special, important, in a way that would be hard to explain. If he told her he loved her, but couldn’t trust her… that would be just as terrible as the opposite.

The boy eventually got his head out of the fog, his face expecting something. 

“…So?” Ladybug asked, unsure what he was waiting for. “…Didn’t you hear me? -No? Did you say something? -Yes? That’s weird. I can breathe inside just fine, but I can’t see anything. Or hear, now that I think about it. And I guess you couldn’t hear me either? Wait, let me check again.”

Once again the hero’s head disappeared in the fog. Did that thing block all light and sound? That would be inconvenient. What if the akumatized was waiting for them insi-

“Ladybug, behind you!!!” 

It was only thanks to her quick reflexes she was able to react immediately. Her full body rotated, her hand in a fist ready to hit, but the person quickly jumped out of the way, a jump too big for a normal civilian. An akumatized. The villain made no sound when his feet hit the floor, which was, as Ladybug suddenly noticed, covered in the same foggy substance as the one behind her. So that’s how they were able to approach without me noticing, this removed the sound of their steps.

She looked around quickly on what was the source of the voice that alerted her. A very familiar voice… Barely hidden behind a pillar, she apperceived Fuwa and sighed internally. The girl had said she wanted to start investigating for the Ladyblog, and nothing Hayami had said had been able to convince her it was a bad idea.

She gently tapped Black Cat’s arm to alert him of the change in situation, as he probably hadn’t been able to hear anything, but her eyes were fixated on the villain, who didn’t move from his spot. Which was for the best, as they were closer to Fuwa if they had wanted to take her hostage.

The most noticeable thing in the akumatized’s appearance, the one that immediately popped out, was the giant color bars on the chest area of the suit. Like a malfunctioning TV, Ladybug thought despite never having seen the phenomena -it was a thing of movies, on older televisions. The rest of the costume, on the opposite, was all monochrome, mostly grey with little square spots of black and white, white the extremities of the limbs were all black.

When she finally looked at their- at his face, Ladybug finally recognized who was her adversary. No way she couldn’t- they might not talk on a regular basis, but Mimura was a classmate, and he sat next to Nakamura in class, so the both of them sometimes spoke while she was around.                         

“Another class E student,” Black Cat commented next to her. So he recognised him? Uh. He must have a good memory. “Right, it’s as if alienating and bullying a specific group made them more likely to have negative emotions.” Ladybug deadpanned as an answer. “…Seems like you feel a lot about this, uh?” Her partner replied in a sympathetic tone. “I just don’t like their school’s system.”

She couldn’t allow herself to say more. She couldn’t make it personal. Even just mentioning she was part of that school, no matter the class, would be too revealing. So Ladybug bit her lips and did what she had always done when she felt helpless about a situation: focus on the work she could do instead.

“Show’s over, you guys.” Mimura spoke to them in a harsh tone. “Hand over your Miraculous. -…Why do akumatized even ask this? Of course we won’t give them to you. -Maybe they expect us to make a special offer if they insist enough.” Black Cat joked. “’Congratulations, you’re the 100th akumatized, here’s a special prize for you!’”

Ladybug would have rolled her eyes for joking in this situation if this was anyone else, but she couldn’t help have a little smile instead. It was part of her partner’s charm to make silly jokes and puns in a serious moment. Their current adversary didn’t seem to appreciate it, though; he seemed ready to attack, whatever that would mean for him. Did he have another power besides that weird static-like fog? It was hard sometimes to tell with akumatized what skill sets did they have.

“I know where the akuma’s hidden in!” Fuwa shouted, momentarily distracting Ladybug. “It’s in his l-“

Before she finished her sentence, Mimura jumped on the heroes, filling the space between them with the static-like substance from earlier.

Then, only darkness and silence.

[tipsyrosay]

better off |pjm

pairing: jimin x female reader genre: angst, asshole jimin word count: 2,009 a/n: omg finally back here with a new story, sorry to have disappeared for a while, school has really been taking up a lot of time and i just needed more time to brainstorm!! i really miss all of ya ❣️🤧🤷

A party.

That was where you last saw him. Bright lights and charming smiles. Before he upped and left, with no one in the know of his whereabouts. You thought you would wake up to that smile and messy hair for another morning, but all you were greeted with was the lingering warmth next to you, as the sheets wrapped themselves around your body, his cologne smothering you.

You tried contacting him, ringing his friends, but unfortunately, to no avail. He was rather persistent when it came to ignoring your calls, as it directed you once again, to his voicemail. Plonking yourself onto the sofa, you took the time to compose yourself as countless possibilities ran through your mind, fists clenched till numbness was all you felt, as the thought of him leaving, haunted you.

You visited the rink, in hopes of being greeted by his silhouette, as his eyes brighten up at the sight of you, as his arms extend to embrace you, but the reality of an empty rink was what you were greeted with instead. Fingers traced along the edge of the rink, it brought back memories where the both of you first met, right here at this rink. How he successfully treated you with disdain, for months, until you decided that you had enough of it, and confronted him in the lockers. The naive you who looked back at him, with curiosity and slight annoyance shining back at him, as you asked him if he had a problem with you. But that problem was solved rather quickly, at the sight of him spluttering out sentences that you could barely even make out, before you rose on your toes and wrapped your short arms around his torso, leaving him choked up in your presence.

You could say the both of you were rivals, two soloists vying for the title of champion at the annual figure skating championships, that you didn’t realise the growing attraction you felt towards him. But you guessed your heart figured it out a little too late, as he was now gone.

“Y/N noona? Why are you still here, at this hour?” Jungkook’s voice broke the silence, the sound of his timberland boots clacking until it came to a halt and you felt his presence, from behind. You don’t know what ticked but it did anyway. “I thought...thought I would find him here but it seems like he’s really out to avoid me.” The sound of your voice must have caught his attention, as you realised the younger boy in front of you, his gaze on you.

“Things happen for a reason, and maybe this is God’s way of telling you, that maybe you’re not meant to find him.” You wonder since when did the younger boy become so wise, that the tables have turned and now he’s one to advise. He continues to hold your gaze and for a second, you felt something, more for this boy. But that moment fizzled out when your eyes caught on the opened locker at the very end, and of all people, you knew that was his. Shrugging out of his grip, your feet frantically made their way, desperate enough, for the slightest hint of him. Park Jimin. He whose name laid in the form of a silver dog tag, nestled on your collarbone. There was not a day you had gone by without the chain, it was the only thing that kept you grounded, sane.

Staring at the mess ahead of you, which once displayed the polar opposite, your eyes scanned the objects that laid around. And it didn’t take a genius to figure where he went, as you furiously packed your stuff and ran. To reunite with him, your anchor. Without realising the presence of another trailing your car, as his hands tightened their grip around the steering wheel, heart long gone, lost in your palm.

You ran, for god knows how long. You would do anything for him, and everyone knew, but him. Your hands found their way to your knees, as you  bent forward, pants of exhaustion left your mouth. You couldn’t give up, you didn’t allow yourself to do so. And that was the motivation that drove you, as you stood on the spot, three hours later. The sun began to rose, its rays slowly shining at you, as if piercing your soul right to the inside. Even the bird that found its spot next to you, couldn’t comfort you as another tear escaped. The chirping that tore though the silence didn’t help calm your beating heart as your fingers reached forward, slightly, and as if approaching a child, it caressed the little bird’s head and the fact that it leant into your touch was what marvelled you. That itself caused you to be caught up in that precious moment, leaving you surprised when a voice interrupts you.

“Why are you here?”  If you didn’t know better, you would have brushed that statement aside, but it was accompanied with an undertone of annoyance or anger or irritation, and suddenly you didn’t know if you wanted to turn around and look at him. But your body betrayed you, moving on it’s accord, leaving you to face the man that disappeared. He looked disheveled, socks unmatched, facial hair in sight as his eyes looked almost blank. You could feel his irritation building, as he huffed out an impatient sigh, roughly running though his strands of hair, as he continued to stare down at you.

“If you didn’t come here to speak, then be my guest, and leave,” his arms mockingly stretched out, to show yourself out. You didn’t know what happened, honestly, for things to turn out like it did today. And ironically, the tears did not spring as easily as you thought they would have. Breathing in deeply, you shoved a finger at his chest, “Look here, I don’t know and don’t want to know what happened, for you to turn into this ‘A Class’ douchebag, but I’m sure your mother taught you better manners than this,” you left your finger there, as you slowly walked forward, knowing you had his attention.

“Don’t be mistaken, I’m here not because of you. I’m here because your friends are worried sick, thinking of the multiple places you could possibly be at, here because you didn’t think hard enough to inform your parents of your disappearance. Your mother was practically bawling her eyes out at the loss of her precious Jimin. So get that through your big head, mister.” And thinking that you made your point crystal clear, you created some distance between the both of you, not breaking the eye contact. Taking the risk, you intertwined your fingers with his, but that slight flinch of his did not go unnoticed, and even though it stung a little, you held onto him, tighter, as his eyes strayed away from yours.

“Jimin,” no response.

“Chim, speak to me. Don’t shut people out, don’t shut me out. I know you’re better than this, so...don’t prove me otherwise.” He still persistently refused to look you in the eye, you felt his fingers twitch under yours, and your heart leaped at the possible thought of him warming up to you.

“I don’t want you here.” A sentence so short yet sharp, directed at you. The surroundings felt like a vacuum, and you were the dirt stuck in it, no route for you to escape. “But why no—“

“That’s precisely it! I don’t want you to treat me like a broken doll, a charity case, waiting for someone to heal me. You’re not a hero, so stop acting like you’re mine,” he spat at you. Before you could even muster a reply, though you were struggling to cover your shock, “Stop looking at me with that look of yours Y/N. Just because we’ve known each other for what, 6 years, doesn’t mean you know me better than I do.” He let out a sigh, so heavy you knew it was held back all along. And for the first time, you think you didn’t know him as well as you thought you did, and it frightened you.

You’re too good for the likes of me. You deserve someone more like—

“Jungkook?” You heard your own voice pierce through the tension that was wrapping around the both of you, almost like a bubble. The question marks multiplying in your head, by the minute. He looked like a deer in the headlights, as in his hands, held your locker key.

“Y/N noona...,” his voice cracked, probably at the sight of a pissed Jimin, hovering behind you, looking like he wanted to bite his head off. “You left this behind earlier and I tho-thought that it would only be right if I returned it to you, in person.”

“Oh so now because I ran off like that, you decided to sleep with the maknae. Wow Y/N... you really outdid yourself. Truly have a way of rendering me speechless.” You watched as the accusation left his mouth and without second thought, your petite figure charged towards him, finding it in yourself, and slapped him. Not that you cared, witnessing as patches of red dust his cheeks, fury burning in his eyes, fury that was uncalled for.

“How dare you, Park Jimin. How dare you, accuse me of such atrocities, when all I have done is to look for you, and upon finding you, asking how you were doing instead of bombarding you with useless bullshit. People tell me stop with the search, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to. I don’t care if you’re hurt, okay, but if you are, please do everyone a favour and sod off. No one needs you to bring the whole mood down and take it out on everyone else but yourself just because you’re in a bad mood. This victimised behaviour of yours is only going to be your downfall.” And with that, for the first time, you walked on him, someone you thought you knew, as your disappearing figure was all he could see before the starting of a car filled his ears.

“We were always meant to say goodbye,” he screamed out to the lingering figure of you, fingers reached out to you, so near yet so far wanting so much to hold onto you, to take your hand in his and believe your words, that it will work. But as he watched you become yet another number in his life, he feels it in him, something he refuses to voice out, that slight twinge of regret, that he didn’t treat you better, like he could have. He failed you, the one who cared enough to stay. But maybe, it’s better like this, that the both of you were better off alone.

As he who now realised his folly, eyes trailing Jungkook, as the gentleman he is, stealing glances at you, recognising that look of his, because it was one that he adorned. Or could say, used to. He must have been mistaken as a ghost of a whisper left your lips. “I thought we were special,” you murmured under your breath, with twitching eyes , to eventually submitting to your fate, with shut eyes that welcome the flow of fresh tears that grace your face. Maybe if you weren’t this stubborn, maybe if you had just left him be, maybe if you just didn’t love him as much you did, it wouldn’t have hurt this much, that you consider clawing out your heart and erasing the touch of him against your skin. If someone asked you if you could have gone through this all over again, you would have struggled for words, not because you didn’t love him but maybe because you loved him a tad too much, that you allowed him to treat you as he wished. And with all that was left in him, he let out a pained cry, for all the things that he could have done right, by you.

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in which you are reunited with an old college friend and introduced to his very intriguing roommate.

pairing: Yoongi x reader x Hoseok word count: 3.27k genre: smut, future angst warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol use a/n: i’ve had this idea in my head forever and i thought i’d finally turn it into coherent sentences and post it. this is not a threesome btw!

“Alone this time?” The bartender asked.

You nodded. “Yup. Nayeon’s busy tonight.”

Taking another sip of the drink you’d ordered, you sighed at the instant relief it gave you from all the weight on your chest.

After another stressful week at work, the club looked like a good place to spend your Friday night, so that’s what you did. Between dealing with incompetent interns who you simply smiled at the whole week, and a giant pile of paperwork you finally finished after multiple all-nighters, you thought you deserved at least a few drinks. Who knows, maybe you’d also pick up someone to distract you for the night. But for now, the drinks were enough. You didn’t mind being alone for a bit.

“____?”

You whipped your head around to locate the owner of the voice. Your eyes were met with the sight of two men squeezing their way passed all the sweaty bodies. One had dark brown hair and was smiling brightly while the other had grapefruit pink hair and held a blank expression. You had to admit, pink was an odd colour of hair to have but it intrigued you nonetheless.

“Wow, I can’t believe it’s actually you!” The brown haired male spoke again.

His face seemed familiar but it took you a moment to place him.

“Hobi?” You tested the nae.

He slapped you playfully on the back, his smile never leaving his face. “For a minute there, I thought you forgot me!” He said before laughing playfully.

You couldn’t help but laugh too. His happiness was contagious and you found your mood being lifted by simply being in his presence.

You smiled softly at him. “I could never forget you.”

Suddenly, his face struck up in realization, as if he’d forgotten something. Hoseok gestured to the pink haired boy, who had been standing there awkwardly while the two of you had your reunion. “This is Yoongi, my roommate. Yoongi, this is Y/N.”

Yoongi nodded and held out his hand for you to shake which you returned. “How do you two know each other?” He asked.

“We were friends in college.” You said before Hoseok could say anything. He seemed a bit dejected after you spoke.

Hoseok took a seat at the bar to the left of you and Yoongi took a seat beside him. The silence that settled between the three of you became slightly awkward. Both of them ordered drinks and sipped on them in silence, the only sound being the usual clatter of the club.

“So, what’re you up to now? Did you ever get to your dream job?” Hoseok asked you.

“Of course not.” You chuckled. The younger version of yourself Hoseok knew had so many aspirations that just weren’t realistic. But hey, at least your current job paid well. “What about you, Hobi?”

“I teach dance.” He said before taking another sip. “Not too extravagant but still good. I like it.”

You almost felt jealous of him. He ended up doing exactly what he wanted to do. Those feelings soon subsided, though, and you found yourself happy for him.

“That’s great.” You said as you took a sip of your drink.

Hoseok nodded. “Yeah, I really enjoy it.”

The two of them ordered a few more drink while speaking with you. Well, mainly Hoseok did the talking. Yoongi, for the most part, was silent. Yet despite this, you still found yourself so interested in him. There was something about his aura that intrigued you so much.

“How did the two of you meet?” You asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Hobi choreographed a song I produced.” Yoongi spoke up finally.

You were a bit confused at his statement, so Hoseok elaborated.

“The company he works for has a dance studio in their building where all their artists practice. I was choreographing for one of them and I ran into Yoongi in the hallway when I was look for the bathroom.” He finished with a laugh.

They both had such contrasting personalities. It surprised you that they got along well enough to be friends, let alone roommates.

“I should head home, I have work early tomorrow.” Hoseok said as finished off his drink. He rose from his seat and gave you a smile. “I’ll see you around.”

Hoseok left the bar, leaving you and Yoongi alone with each other. The silence that settled between the two of you became a bit uncomfortable. Yoongi being a producer definitely peaked your interest, though, and you wanted to learn more about him.

You let out a breath you had been holding in and broke the silence. “So your a music producer?”

Yoongi nodded. “Yup,” He downed another shot. “Ever heard of Suran?”

You nodded. She was one of the biggest rising stars as of now.

“I produced her latest single.”

“Really?” You turned to look at him, mouth agape. The song he was speaking of was one you had on repeat for days after it’s release. The strange pink haired boy was turning out to be more interesting than you’d thought.

He nodded before downing the last of his drink. “I should head home, I guess.”

Yoongi placed some bills on the counter before standing up and walking away. Hurriedly, you grabbed a wad of bills from your wallet and placed them on the counter as well before quickly following him and grabbing his wrist to stop him from leaving. He turned around and gave you a confused look.

“Why don’t we dance?” You gestured your head in the direction of the dance floor full of sweaty, drunk people. Usually, you wouldn’t even think about dancing but you wanted a reason for him to stay.

Yoongi shrugged. “Sure.”

The two of you found a place at the least packed section of the dance floor. Your back was against his chest, and his hands found a place to rest against your hips.

Yoongi started nipping at the nape of your neck as you both swayed to the music. You shut your eyes, enjoying the moment. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but you would be more than happy to spend the night with Yoongi, even if you hadn’t known him for that long.

A more intense song began playing and a lightbulb went off in your head. Yoongi’s hands were still grasping your waist, and you lightly pressed your ass against him. Yoongi paused, removing his lips from your neck and biting the inside of his cheek. Slowly, you started to hump him, and you smirked when you could feel him beginning to get hard.

His lips returned to your neck with more hunger this time, and he placed kisses up the length of your neck all the way to your ear. The more you moved against him, the more you tested his patience and self control. Yoongi bit your earlobe and hissed quietly.

He needed something more to set him off.

Had you been thinking straight, you never would’ve done this in public but you were too eager. Between the liquid courage running through your veins and the loud music vibrating in your bones, you couldn’t resist. You placed your hand behind you on his crotch and palmed him through his jeans. He growled as his the grip of his fingers on your waist tightened.

“Why don’t we head to my apartment?” Yoongi said.

You nodded without hesitation and before you knew it, you were both in an uber on your way to Yoongi’s shared apartment with Hoseok. His hand was tightly gripping your thigh as he rubbed circles with his thumb. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself composed.

After what felt like forever, the uber finally stopped in front of Yoongi’s apartment building. The two of you practically tumbled out of the car, barely managing to slur out a thank you to the driver. It wasn’t long before you were alone in the elevator, the tension increasing tenfold the moment you’d entered it. You felt as though the walls of the elevator were closing in on you. Just as you were about to reach the point of being unable to wait any longer, there was a beep signaling you arriving at Yoongi’s floor.

He led you to his apartment which was tragically at the very end of the hall, making you wait that much longer before you could finally succumb to your desires. Yoongi fished for his key card in his pocket and pulled it out, swiping it with haste. You felt relieved that he seemed to be as restless as you.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind you, he pushed your back against it and instantly pressed his lips against yours, far too hungry to wait any longer. Without hesitation, you moved your lips against his as well. Yoongi bit your bottom lip, begging for entrance which you gladly granted. His tongue slipped into your mouth and fought for dominance with yours. It was a wet, messy kiss, with needy moans and grunts into each others mouth, yet it was exactly what the both of you needed.

Yoongi’s hands found their way under your shirt and began kneading your boobs overtop of your bra. You moaned loudly, your lips never breaking contact with his. He smirked against your lips. You pulled your shirt up, only breaking contact with Yoongi to pull it over top of your head, and you tossed it aside not caring where it landed. In an instant, Yoongi’s soft lips were back on yours. Your lips moved in sync together. His hands slipped around your bare back to undo your bra, sending shivers down your spine. After your bra joined your discarded shirt on the floor, Yoongi trailed his hand down to cup your ass and lifted you, not once breaking the kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

When his knees hit the couch, he dropped you down onto it and took off his own shirt before crawling on top of you. He left a trail of wet kisses down your neck and collarbone, his hands still kneading your breasts. His lips reached your chest, and he took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and nibbling as he used his fingers to toy with the other. You gasped at his cold touch and moaned out, tossing your head back.

It was like hearing your noises set off something with him. He removed his lips and hands all of a sudden and pulled on your waistband. You lifted your ass to help him removed your tights and panties, and they soon joined the growing pile of clothing next to the couch. Yoongi separated your thighs, his head situated between the two of them.

The anticipation boiled in your stomach, but it his touch never came.

“We should go to the bedroom.” He said, before getting off the couch and picking his shirt up off the ground.

You follow suit as well. “Why?” You asked as you followed him to his room.

Yoongi chuckled. “Let’s just say that Hobi doesn’t like waking up to naked people on the couch.”

You’d almost forgotten that Yoongi was roommates with Hoseok.

Once Yoongi shut the door, you plopped down onto his bed with a bounce. “Where were we?”

Yoongi smirked and walked towards the bed, pushing your shoulders so you were lying down on your back. You propped your head up to watch him as he slowly ducked down, placing open mouthed kisses on each of your thighs, alternating between left and right. The sole contact of his lips to your skin had you aching for him.

He was moving painfully slow and just as you were about to whine, he placed his lips on your core unexpectedly. You gasped in surprise, and he grasped your thighs to hold them in place. Yoongi licked a stripe up and then down your clit, painfully slowly again, but he soon quickened his pace. He lapped at your clit, licking circles and figure eights, waves of pleasure being sent up your spine. Yoongi licked a stripe with the tip of his tongue down to your entrance. He teased you, licking circles around your entrance. You let out a needy whimper, your body clenching around nothing. He finally dipped his tongue inside you, and the sensation made you toss your head back and moan loudly.

“So fucking sweet,” He muttered before continuing his actions.

Yoongi’s tongue never left contact as he let go of one of your thighs and brought his hand to your heat, his other hand still having a firm grip on your thigh. Without warning, he slipped a finger in to join his tongue, and you immediately moaned at the tension his finger created clenching around it. Yoongi shifted his mouth back up to your clit and added another digit to compensate. While using his tongue to play with your clit, he simultaneously curled his fingers and started thrusted them slightly. Your arched your back and you grasped the sheets, feeling the pleasure beginning to build up.

“Don’t stop,” You pleaded. In that moment, you didn’t care if anyone could hear you because you were completely fixated on the pleasure you were receiving.

Upon hearing your words, Yoongi increased the pace of his fingers in an instant. The lewd sound of your juices aiding his fingers filled the room and bounced off the walls. You could feel the tension in your stomach increasing by the second, the cord about to snap at any moment. Yoongi sucked hard on your clit, helping you reach your high. One particular thrust of his fingers hit a delicate spot and sent you tumbling to your end. All the tension in your stomach released abruptly, and you could feel it from your toes all the way to your fingertips, the only thing keeping you grounded being Yoongi’s stone hard grip on your thigh.

Yoongi was relentless. He continued to ravish your sweet juices, his nose buried in your stomach. His tongue toyed with your clit, prolonging your high until you started to come back down. The feeling of pleasure left your system and you let out a airy sigh before you began to shake slightly from overstimulation. You let out a whimper, yet Yoongi kept going, insistent on making you quiver. He didn’t stop until you pushed his head away, the feeling becoming too much. He crawled onto the bed beside you and smirked at you before he licked your juices off his fingers, savouring his sweet prize as you recovered.

Once you caught your breath, you looked at Yoongi and saw him palming himself through his jeans. You pulled him down for a deep, sloppy kiss and you could taste yourself on his lips. It felt satisfying to quench the thirst you had felt in the club. But even so, you still craved more.

You broke the wet kiss, your hunger being to much to suppress any longer. “Let me ride you.”

Yoongi didn’t protest. As you moved to fish through the drawers of his nightstand for a condom, he sat himself down against the headboard. You found the foil package and returned to the bed. You tugged at the waistband of his jeans and boxers and he lifted himself to allow you to pull them down together. His hard cock sprung free and slapped his abdomen, the tip soaked with precum. You reached out and pumped him a few times and he hissed at your touch.

Seeing Yoongi completely naked in front of you made your core ache; you needed him now. After putting the condom on him with haste, you didn’t waste any time situating yourself above him, knees on either side of his hips. You positioned his length below your folds and in one fluid motion, you lowered yourself on him, fully encasing him with your warmth. You let out a guttural moan, the satisfying feeling of finally having him inside you being too much to contain. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back against the headboard to savour the feeling. You didn’t peg him as someone to give up control so easily so it surprised you how much he was enjoying it.

Placed your hands on his chest to keep yourself balanced, you gradually began to roll your hips around him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you moved, letting out a deep sigh of pleasure. Having him inside you, fully sheathed, made you feel like you were on fire. It was slow and steady at first but the more you began to feel the tension building again in your stomach, the faster you moved until you were moving furiously up and down his dick. You leaned down, pressing yourself against his abdomen, putting all your weight on him. Yoongi was letting out low grunts as he brought his hands down to cup your ass, gently aiding your movements.

You found yourself breathless, clinging onto Yoongi’s body to keep yourself steady. Both of your cries of pleasure were growing more desperate. Yoongi noticed your fatigue, and suddenly gripped your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises there tomorrow. Without warning, he fiercely thrusted into you from below, wanted to reach both of your ends. The slapping sound of skin on skin was ringing in your ears along with Yoongi’s groans. If it weren’t for Yoongi’s tight grip on you, you would’ve fallen due to the strength of his thrusts. Pleasure was wracking your body more and more every moment and you arched your back, allowing Yoongi to hit your g-spot perfectly with every thrust. Despite his own approaching high and his increasingly sloppy thrusts, he still hit it every time leaving you writhing, dragging your nails across his chest.

“Fuck, I’m close,” He said before letting out a deep groan that you could feel in your bones because of the closeness.

In an attempt to reach your high, you reached your hand down between the two of you and started rubbing quick circles on your clit. You let out a obscene moan, and soon the pleasure became too much. Between Yoongi’s powerful thrusts and you playing with your clit, your release hit you like a freight train. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the waves of built up pleasure devoured you, leaving you shaking. You went limp on top of Yoongi, unable to hold yourself up due to the pure bliss running through your veins. Yoongi was still thrusting forcefully into your exhausted form allowing you to ride out your high. Slowly, the pleasure subsided and you began clenching around Yoongi, helping him reach his own high. Within seconds he came, his warm seed filling the condom as he moaned. He slowed his thrusts and eventually came to stop, breathing heavily.

The two of you laid there with him still inside you as you caught your breath. Neither of you moved, too wrapped up in the moment to even think about it. When your rapid breathing finally slowed, you gently lifted yourself off him and plopped down next to him on the bed. After Yoongi disposed of he condom, he returned to the bed with a yawn.

“Wipes are in the drawer.” He said as he turned onto his side to face the other way, sheets wrapped around his nude form.

You grabbed the wipes and cleaned yourself up a bit, feeling a bit tender around your center. Soon, you joined Yoongi in the sheets and fell asleep.

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Current affairs latest MCQ

Multiple Choice Questions (MCQ) exams with negative marking are the present trends for exams internationally. The exam pattern is feared by some students because your choices look confusing, tricky and risky, particularly when exam preparation is not 100%. Here we'd discuss few ways to boost scores to solve/crack the multiple choice questions (MCQ) based exam.

Having myself passed three of the 20 hottest certification exams (Sun Java, Value Engg, PMP) based on Current affairs latest MCQ format, I've figured MCQ tests are like Driving License Test. These driving tests aren't about whether you can begin engine, put your foot on gas pedal and go. On one other hand, they're about general knowledge of vehicle itself (i.e. exam pattern), navigation skills (when to increase, when to decelerate, have control all the time, do defensive driving), know all traffic symbols & rules- high speed lane is just supposed to overtake (i.e. hurry up with questions only once essential), give way to vehicles when must be safe (skip tough questions to truly save time), look out on road for potholes/obstacles/wetness and decelerate (i.e. watch out for tricky questions and don't fall in traps/distracter), follow drive-test examiner's instruction completely (follow the question's instructions in regards to what is expected from us) and so on. Following are the overall tips on the best way to crack multiple choice question (MCQ) exam:

Before the Exam (during preparation)

1) Thoroughly understand the exam pattern. Know all the parts of the exam and go prepared after evaluating negative marking scheme of exam.

2) Understand yourself i.e. know your strength and weaknesses. Strength lies where you had had the opportunity to answer the questions under 30 seconds soon after sleep during preparation and weaknesses where you had the history of marking wrong choices despite contemplating on questions for 2-3 minutes.

3) Perfect the art of speed, correctness and gut feeling. Know a little bit of probability theory to decide if the odds of success in answering a concern are rewarding or foolhardy. There is only a thin line that separates smartness and foolhardy.

4) Old is gold. Try to fix previous years question paper to know the exam format and to build speed, correctness and understand if your gut feeling is generally right or wrong. One can download the prior year's questions papers from large number of sources online.

5) Remember that MCQ format also tests the candidates differentiating skills. If it's possible to develop the skills of eliminating one or two choices from 4 choices, one is on the road to success. Even though you feel the right choice is not among the choices, select the very best choice.

6) Few calculation based questions could have shortcuts methods to fix them. Similarly, most of the theory concepts can be extremely well learnt using memorization tools. Anyone can recall how easy it is to master the sequence of rainbow colors using VIBGYOR (Violet Indigo Blue Green Yellow Orange Red) acronym. I'd devised a mnemonics list of about 50 such acronym words to remember during my PMP exam with great success (e.g. APES means Alternatives Identification, Product Analysis, Expert Judgment and Stakeholder Analysis and CEO means Collective bargaining agreements, Economic condition and Organization Structure). Speaking about our brain, the potency of the signal they convey is determined by use. The more a particular synapse is employed, the stronger the signal it conveys. Therefore regular practice is vital with this method.

7) Develop time management skills during schooling since it will pay-off handsomely during exams. Like experienced cricketers keep their nerve for long chase, learn to pace your innings correctly. Don't keep everything till the conclusion, finish the exam 8-10 minutes before the schedule to do some sanity checks. Some of the Current affairs latest MCQ questions in exams are intentionally made long-worded to check if the candidates are designed for time pressure. My trick for such questions was previously to see the past sentence of the question first to understand what is obviously being asked.

8) Learn few deep breathing exercises and get it done every hour for 1-2 minutes during exam. It will refresh the mind by supplying excess oxygen. Moreover, yogic breathing exercises are proven to create positive attitude and it's possible to keep consitently the nerves well during exam. For me personally even praying worked wonders during exams.

During the Exam 1) Carefully browse the question. After reading the question, briefly close the eyes and think what was written on this topic in your notes and textbook. Many a times, reading your choices first can mislead you to incorrect answers. The questions are framed to separate your lives wheat from husk (i.e. such that students with inadequate preparation would be lured to select wrong answers-also referred to as distracters. Distracters are nicely worded 'correct looking' choices which are never element of exam curriculum.

2) First one should try to fix the problem since it is even more quickly than method of elimination. If you cannot solve it, then try to remove handful of choices, and then proceed with answering that question (if the negative marking is 1/4 or 1/3 of a correct answer). The odds of answering correctly now are far more than negative marking scheme (the odds of success with one choice elimination is 33.3% and two choice elimination is 50% for 4 choice exam). If all choices looks alien for your requirements, do yourself a benefit by quickly moving to next question.

3) Make sure you read the conclusion of the question i.e. words like Except, Not, Never, Always. Remember two negative phrases form one positive phrase. The options that use words like 'always' and 'never' are usually not the right choice, however do confirm under which narrow circumstances such words aren't suited to an answer.

4) Further to point no. 3 above, also look at the end of choice if among the choices is 'Every one of the above' and 'None of the above' ;.In a fast paced world, sometimes we go too fast in selecting answers to repent later that speed should not be at the expense of correctness. Know that you have to drive within 'city limit' and not try to race on 'Formula One Circuit' ;.Spend time and energy to observe if two choices are correct, then it is most likely 'Every one of the above' and likewise for 'None of the above' ;.

5) Remember that some answers (especially formulas, units, value of constants) for the problem can be around elsewhere in the exam questions. This is quite true for online exams where such things are difficult to avoid. They are like 'extra runs' and you got to take them. Therefore just park such questions for review later.

6) A few questions on the exam have choices almost looking like 'twins' i.e. two choices are identical aside from a phrase or value. Almost certainly such cases, the clear answer lies amongst those 'twins' ;.

7) Whenever you have the question look tricky or difficult, browse the question twice. If you feel the right choice is not given as among the choices or two choices appear to be correct, select the very best choice. Select the possibility that's more descriptive/ qualifying and closely related to the question. Checkout for grammatical clues to fit the question. If your question is in the singular then the clear answer could be also in the singular form and likewise. The answer should completely and directly address the question. In case the choice is just partly correct under specific narrow conditions, then it may not be the right choice.

8) Generally try to attempt theoretical questions first and then questions which needs calculation. Our human nature is such that when we attempt a few confident questions in the beginning then we feel charged with positive energy that subsequently increases our efficiency and speed for the remaining exam.

9) Last but not minimal, stay calm and composed during test. Be confident while taking the test. Don't panic when you yourself have left questions unanswered as no one is perfect and many want to do that. Just ensure that the people you have done are correct and you can get the mark marks.

In nutshell, it's possible to master the MCQ tests by knowing the niche thoroughly and practicing it under simulated conditions a number of times (more the better). If above rules are followed in right earnest, one can easily improve their performance in MCQ based exams.

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Ghostwriting - The Easy Way Out of Writing a Book

Secretly ghostwriting composing is very normal in the distributing business. While genuine writers the ones who have longed for being writers since adolescence and compose consistently could never consider employing a professional writer since they love to compose, numerous other would-be writers don't actually feel enthusiastic about composition; in any case, they might need to deliver a book either in light of the fact that they need to recount their accounts (compose their personal history or diary), they have data they need to share, or they feel having a book will give them the additional authority as a specialist to construct their business or public talking vocation.

These reasons are for the most part legitimate and great ones for employing a professional writer. Be that as it may, some unacceptable professional writer can prompt unfortunate outcomes for a writer. Get practically any VIP's book and you can ensure that it has been secretly composed, and typically, the outcome is a fair book that may have some interest yet little enthusiasm or energy to it. In case you will enlist a professional writer, you need your book to be in the same class as conceivable so there's a lot to consider before you invest time and energy letting another person recount your story for you.

To start with, prior to choosing to enlist a professional writer, consider how likely the professional writer will be to make your book really solid like you. Your character needs to show through in the book. You need the book to reflect who you genuinely are so when your perusers meet you out in the open or at talking occasions, they are meeting the individual they met in the pages of your book. That implies that your book's tone and sentence structure should coordinate how you talk, your awareness of what's actually funny, and your perspectives and suppositions.

Additionally, consider that regardless of whether another person will compose the book for you, secretly composing will at present take up a lot of your time and energy since that individual has to know a great deal about you to compose your book successfully. You should invest energy talking about your vision of what the book will be, the means by which it ought to be coordinated, what central matters you need the book to pass on to your perusers, and you should give records or oral data to the professional writer for the book's substance. You may as of now have assets, for example, presents, graphs, or articles composed that you can give the professional writer these will fluctuate contingent on whether you are having your memoir, self-portrayal, self improvement, business book, or novel secretly composed. All things being equal, the professional writer should invest a great deal of energy speaking with you on the telephone and through email.

As I would like to think, the best professional writers are eager to invest critical energy conversing with the writer face to face or on the telephone. The writer and professional writer should plan to examine the book's material-maybe one call for every book part. The professional writer can record the discussion and take notes, at that point review the section, and offer it to the writer to peruse and afterward the writer can cause their own progressions or later to talk about potential changes with the professional writer. The advantage of chatting with the professional writer all through the cycle is various: the professional writer gets comfortable with how the writer talks and their tone so that tone helps through into the book, with the professional writer making the book sound the manner in which the writer would in a perfect world compose it himself. Talking together likewise permits the professional writer to explain quickly whatever is muddled or obscure.

After the unfinished copy of a section or the whole book is composed, the professional writer can likewise approach the writer inquiries for things he failed to remember or acknowledges he doesn't have a clue how to clarify. The cycle's first objective ought to be to make an unfinished version of the whole book, however the professional writer and writer should likewise then be eager to go to and fro in altering the book also.

Recall that a professional writer isn't really a proofreader. From multiple points of view, a professional writer resembles an improved secretary who is taking transcription or sorting out data. A writer might need to enlist a manager once the book's unfinished copy is finished so another person not associated with the creation cycle can take a gander at the book with open-minded perspectives. Besides, numerous professional writers are not actually qualified to alter books since they don't have the restrained foundation to search for irregularities, and subsequent to investing energy working with the writer, the professional writer may at this point don't be taking a gander at what is on the page to see whether it bodes well since he comprehends what the writer intends to state twilight of their talking about the subject together.

Perhaps the greatest misstep writers make with professional writers is to attempt to surge a book by employing more than one professional writer to compose various sections. It's significant that a book have a predictable tone and style all through. Not all professional writers are made equivalent. You may discover one's style and tone is nearer to what you need than another's. You may likewise find that your professional writer can't do the work and leaves you with a large portion of a book that another professional writer should get and wrap up. Thus once more, you might need to enlist a supervisor to make a steady showing of altering the book for you.

Even after the unfinished copy is finished, the writer ought to do as much modifying of the book varying. Keep in mind, nobody will recount your story just as you, and nobody will think often about your book as much as you do. Regardless of whether you just compose a page a day, following a year, you can undoubtedly have a book composed and you may be more joyful with the final product than if you recruit somebody to secretly compose for you.

In the event that you do choose to enlist a professional writer, invest energy meeting the professional writer intently and check the individual's references to ensure the person is able to accomplish the work and will finish on the undertaking. Try not to be reluctant to request to see different books the individual has secretly composed. Now and again, writers might not have any desire to recognize the professional writer so there are classification issues, however the professional writer should in any case have the option to give a few references. By a similar token, consider whether you will acknowledge the professional writer as the book's co-writer which will uncover you are not the valid or possibly sole writer or whether you need the professional writer to sign a privacy notice for you.

At last, remember that all the time you would spend on composing a book is time the professional writer will spend, and that time should be made up for enough. You're actually going to invest a great deal of energy working with the professional writer in spite of the fact that it will likely require you many hours not exactly on the off chance that you composed the book yourself. All things considered, in the event that you composed your own book, you wouldn't have any expenses for the composition. Secretly composing a book can require a while, typically three to six for a normal measured (250-page) book. No certified professional writer will provide you a full cost estimate forthright for the whole undertaking as a result of the fact that it is so difficult to figure what amount of time it will require, so you are most likely going to pay an hourly rate. Indeed, even the least expensive qualified professional writer will charge you about $25 60 minutes, and it's uncommon to envision any book worth composing taking not exactly a few hundred hours, which means you're taking a gander at a huge number of dollars to recruit somebody to secretly compose the book, and that is not including later employing somebody to do the altering.

What is worth more to you? The time or the dollar speculation? Will the book improve your business enough that you can see paying the professional writer as a speculation that will create more prominent pay for you not far off? Is the book going to offer enough duplicates to make it worth your time and energy to pay a professional writer, or in the event that you take a gander at it another way, is the professional writer going to make your book more attractive so you can sell more duplicates, hence, making it worth the venture?

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Take some time to consider before you enlist a professional writer. You may not be an extraordinary essayist, yet in the event that you can focus on the hour of composing the book, an editorial manager can assist you with rearranging and reshape it and set aside you cash over what you would pay the professional writer. All things considered, a decent professional writer can have a colossal effect in the nature of your book. Try not to bounce into employing any professional writer, yet do your examination and consider all the upsides and downsides before you choose whether you will compose your own book or have it secretly composed.

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Who Said Death Was Easy? [Death Note] Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen: Lunch

Light’s POV:

Light had Misa come back over the following day. He made sure that no one else would be home while she was there, that way the two of them wouldn’t have to deal with his little sister trying to interfere with things again. Light couldn’t have Sayu telling Keiko that he had another girl over two days in a row. He didn’t need Keiko thinking that he was going to cheat on her, that would only cause trouble with both the Kira investigation and his personal life.

However, he needed Misa to come over again today so that they could discuss how the two of them were going to “accidentally” meet each other in front of his girlfriend. That way, Keiko and the rest of the Task Force couldn’t be too suspicious of them.

It would be even better if Keiko and Misa could somehow become friends, but with Misa’s personality, it looked like that would take a miracle. However, Light was hoping he could figure things out. After all, while Misa was dumb, she also appeared to eagerly want to do Kira’s bidding, and Keiko was the kind of person who trusted people as long as they appeared to have good intentions. He figured that even if Misa messed things up the first time around, Keiko would give her a second chance.

“Ooh, Light-kun, having me over here again so soon...it appears that you just can’t get enough of me, can you?” Misa giggled as she stepped into his room. She sprawled out on his bed, staring at him intently as he took a seat in the chair beside his desk. He saw Rem hoovering close behind her.

Geez…look at her, she’s certainly making herself at home…I can just tell right now that she’s going to be a nuisance…and she’s nothing like my girlfriend, Keiko wouldn’t have hogged the bed like that...

“Please, don’t get any ideas about the two of us, Amane-san-” he started to say, pushing his thought about Keiko aside, but Misa interrupted Light before he could finish his sentence.

“Please, call me Misa-chan, heheh,” she gave him a flirtatious smile, “it’s much cuter than Amane-san, don’t you think? Amane-san sounds so serious, so boring. Misa-chan, however, is cute and it’s flirty...”

Ugh, is there any possible way she could stop being so annoying?  

Light fought the urge to roll his eyes. Calling her Misa-chan was honestly the last thing he wanted to do, but he needed her on his side, he needed her to cooperate with him and his demands. The way he looked at it, he had no other choice but to reluctantly comply with her request.

“Fine...Misa-chan...but keep in mind that we’re here to discuss business, so please don’t go getting any particularly weird ideas,” Light responded, giving her a look, “now...we need to come up with a way for you to run into my girlfriend and I while we are out in public together...it also needs to look natural, it can’t be too staged, otherwise it would look suspicious…”

“Alright, alright, I guess I can try to be serious for you…” Misa sighed, and she rested her head on her hand, “...although I don’t like talking about your girlfriend...so we’d better make this discussion quick...Light-kun, do you have any ideas in mind yet?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do,” he started, “hmm...wait, actually, before we start talking about that, there’s something else we should cover first. Now, I was thinking-”

He was cut off by Misa suddenly changing positions to sit upright on his bed. She waved her hands in the air above her head.

Dammit! If she keeps interrupting me we’ll never get anything done!

“W-wait a second, Light-kun! Before you start, I just thought of something else...since we established that we are going to be working together...well...can I please see your shinigami?” Misa asked, her eyes were round and full of curiosity, “you see, I really want to take a look at him. I’m really curious.”

Light sighed and tried to hide how irritated he was at the fact that Misa had just interrupted him yet again. He reminded himself that had to maintain his usual cool and composed personality, no matter what.

Unfortunately, even though she’s super annoying, the fact is...I still need her to trust me, so I guess I have no choice but to let her meet Ryuk.

“S-sure, I suppose so,” was Light’s response, “but first, could you please turn around?”

“Alright!” Misa flashed Light a grin before happily turning around on his bed to face his wall. She started to hum as she was waiting for Light.

Light stood up and took out his wallet. He opened it and reached within the inner foldings of the fabric, taking out a small slip of paper. Light then reached forward and gently touched the paper to Misa’s right hand.

“Okay...you can turn back around now,” Light announced.

“A-alright,” Misa replied. With that, she manuerved back around on his bed and slowly met Ryuk’s dark eyes.

The shinigami then chuckled and offered Misa a friendly smile, “hyuk, hyuk...hey there! So you can finally see me, hmm? Well, how’s it going? Are you enjoying the view?”

“Ooh!” Misa squealed, excitedly waving her hands at Ryuk, “wow, look at that! You’re a completely different type of shinigami than Rem, aren’t you? I already know your name! It’s Ryuk, am I right? It’s very nice to finally meet you!”

Ryuk awkwardly attempted to mimic what Misa was doing with her hands, “uh, yeah, I suppose I am! Anyway, same here. It’s nice to have someone else that can see me, hyuk.”

Light grimaced in annoyance at the interaction. Now that the introduction had been made, he didn’t want to waste any more precious time. He wasn’t sure how long he’d have the house entirely to himself.

“Alright,” he said, once again gaining Misa’s attention. “Misa-chan...are you finally happy now? Can we move on to the important matters at hand?”

“Oh, sorry! Of course we can move on now, Light-kun!” Misa giggled, “thanks for showing me your shinigami. I suppose this means that you fully trust me now, so yay! Anyway...what was your plan again?”

“Well I will explain that in a moment, but honestly that’s not all we need to cover this afternoon. You see, after we figure out how Keiko and I are going to meet you, I will need you to make another video to send to the Task Force...it’ll have to say something like ‘I have decided to stop searching for Kira..and I’d like to thank the police department for all of their helpful advice. However, I still plan to help Kira execute his mission and someday I hope that he will see me as a worthy ally. I will begin by punishing criminals that Kira has yet to judge…’ something to that extent,” Light told her.

He paused a moment, making sure that Misa was following along before continuing on, “also I was thinking about adding ‘I plan to share my powers with those that I feel are worthy, and I will encourage them to do the same...together we will make this world a better place’. That way we will throw off the police a little with their investigation. They suspect that two people have this killing power, so it wouldn’t be a stretch for them to think that there could be others. And if they believe they can easily multiple, it’ll create a panic....so can do you this?”

“There’s no need to ask,” Misa replied, a sly smile on her face, “whatever you tell me to do, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything that you ask of me, Light-kun.”

“Great. Now, there’s one more thing that I have to ask of you. It’s the most important thing I will ever ask of you, actually...if you get arrested by the police, or if you’re ever brought in as a suspect, you can never mention anything about us or the death note. As long as they don’t get a hold of that notebook, there’s no proof that you did anything. Can you promise to keep your mouth shut?”

Misa nodded vehemently, “I can. I promise you, I won’t say a word.”

“Good. I will hold you to that, you know,” he commented, a hard look on his face.

If it came down to it, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. However, he hoped that it wouldn’t have to come to that, seeing as while she was annoying, she wasn’t a criminal.

Light looked over at Misa once more, “now, onto my ideas about how Keiko-chan and I should meet you…”

While Light still thought that Misa was going to be somewhat of a nuisance, he was a little pleased that it now looked like he would be able to get somewhere with her. That is, assuming she wouldn’t get distracted again. He figured this would be a long afternoon.

L’s POV:

“So...were you actually planning on checking all of the footage we got in Aoyama on the 22nd by yourself, Ryuzaki-san?” Aizawa asked the detective, an incredulous but also somewhat impressed look on his face.

“Yes, that’s right,” L responded. He was intently fast forwarding through some of the daytime footage that they Task Force had collected, “I think that it’s very likely that Kira and the second Kira made contact with each other there on that day...so I want to thoroughly check all of these tapes myself.”

“Geez...how is that even possible? How is someone like him even human?” he heard Matsuda mumble in awe behind him.

Although he knew none of the Task Force could currently see his face, as he was facing away from them, L still gave a small, sly smirk, “what a very good question, Matsuda-san...hmmm, perhaps if you put all of that curious energy you have into staying focused and working on the investigation, we could get actually somewhere.”

“Ryuzaki-san,” the detective heard Light’s father grumble, “you really shouldn’t be so hard on Matsuda-san all the time. He is, after all, a dedicated member. He’s risking his life, just like everyone else standing here in this room.”

“Heh, well when you put it that way, I suppose you’re right...anyway, Yagami-san, that reminds me. There’s an important favor I want to ask of you…” L replied, turning around to face him, his dark eyes were wide.

The chief looked over at the detective, “uh, okay, Ryuzaki-san. What is it?”

L gave him a small smile, “please ask Mogi-san to start following Light around, and keep tabs on all of his activities...what I’m saying is...I want to monitor your son again.”

Mr. Yagami looked aghast at L’s request, “w-what are you even saying, Ryuzaki-san?! You want Light followed? Again?”

“Yes,” L responded simply, “I do.”

The chief let out a deep sigh, “I suppose no matter what you won’t stop suspecting my son. I can pretty much assure you that he’s innocent, but I’ll do as you ask...however, wasn’t that what my son’s girlfriend was doing anyway? Keeping tabs on Light?”

L looked deep in thought, “yes, yes, she was...and if I asked her again, instead of Mogi-san, I know that she would say yes to my request...but the truth of the matter is...at this point, it would appear that your son has her almost completely wrapped around his finger. No matter how you look at it, it’s clear that she’s fallen for him. She also doesn’t suspect Light as much, for obvious reasons. So that’d be a problem.”

I suspect she doesn’t even realize how much she’s actually fallen for him...but I can see it whenever she sneaks glances at him. It’s glaringly obvious, and to be quite honest, for whatever reason, it’s also a little irritating. Perhaps it’s because if Light really is Kira, then he’s using her...and if he is using her, then she’s too blind to see that. She’s naive, especially when it comes to guys she likes, from what I’ve observed...it’s a flaw that could be fatal for her, if she isn’t more careful in the future...

“But isn’t that what happens when two people are together like that?!” Matsuda interrupted. There was a passionate glint in his eyes, “it’s normal behavior! It’s not a problem! And it’s not just one-sided, from what I can see...so it’s not just Keiko-chan falling for Light, Light’s falling for her as well...personally, I think it’s rather sweet.”

“Sweet or not, normal or not, whatever…can’t you see that’s not even the point here? The point here, Matsuda-san, is that I feel like Mogi-san would be the most suited for this task at the moment. While I could ask Kagami-san again...I’m not so sure how good of an idea that’d be right now...because she’s fallen for him, she will see him in a biased way,” L explained, “and no matter how cautious or careful she might think she’s being, her personal feelings would be in conflict at this point. When I first asked her to spy on Light for me, the two of them were just beginning, just starting out. So it was perfectly fine...but now she’s wrapped around his finger. In conclusion, I don’t think she would currently be much help to us in that regard anymore, not unless she were to break up with him.”

“I see,” Light’s father replied thoughtfully, “I can understand your thinking.”

I highly doubt she would break up with him anyway, despite all the warnings I’ve been giving her...she hasn’t exactly been listening to me. Whenever she’s with him, she’s practically got stars in her eyes. It’s very distracting…however, I suppose I got through to her a little bit the other day, when I got a glimpse of who she was before she was so lovestruck. Heh, on that note, it’s certainly easy to rile her up. Her reaction to me before she left the hotel room was rather...interesting, to say the least…

Matsuda sighed, “b-break up?! Ryuzaki-san, please, don’t talk like that...and what about when the three of us were in-”

“Before you ask, Matsuda-san, yes. I also had her also keep an eye on Light while in Aoyama and Shibuya, but that was fine, seeing as you were also there, and there were so many surveillance cameras around anyway. Even if she had missed something, we would have picked it up...which is also why I want to review the tapes personally,” L replied, his thumb resting by his lip.

Matsuda looked defeated. He was also a little ashamed that he had reacted to abruptly before, “geez, how’d you know what I was about to ask? But, at any rate, I’m sorry, Ryuzaki-san, you’re right, as always...what you said makes perfect sense...because Keiko-chan likes Light so much, there’s no way she would think he’s Kira. In fact, I don’t really want to think that he’s Kira myself.”

The detective gave a slight nod in his general direction and then addressed Light’s father once more, “yes. Therefore, I have to ask you to instruct Mogi-san tail your son. I would like this to be done as soon as possible because...well, it’s only a slim chance, but if Light is Kira, then there’s still a possibility that the Second Kira might have tried to contact him...or will contact him in the near future in some way. So, we need to be on the lookout for anything suspicious.”

Keiko’s POV:

“It’s a rather nice day, don’t you think?” Light asked Keiko as the two walked side by side, towards the university’s exit. They were headed towards the city. One of their professors had told them a couple days in advance that he wasn’t going to hold class that day, that he had a prior engagement he couldn’t get out of.

Due to the fact that their last class of the day had been cancelled, the two of them had decided to eat lunch off campus at a cafe in the city nearby.

“Mmm,” Keiko agreed, “it’s the perfect kind of weather...it’s not too hot, but it’s also not too cold.”

“I agree,” Light replied, flashing his girlfriend a smile.

The couple walked past the exit of To-Oh University, and headed on the sidewalk towards the city. As the two of them strolled along, Light started a rather passionate discussion on a book he had recently finished. He was giving her a play by play of all the parts of the book he disagreed with.

“Wow, even with how busy you’ve been, with your school work and the investigation, you still have time to read for fun...and then time to tear the book apart,” Keiko commented, a giggle escaping her lips, “I have to admit, I’m quite impressed.”

“Of course...I’m not called ‘golden boy’ for nothing,” Light joked. He gave Keiko a light smile, keeping his eyes on her as the two of them walked, neglecting to keep an eye on the sidewalk before him.

“W-what? Why’re you staring at me?” Keiko questioned, glancing over in her boyfriend’s general direction.

“You’re beautiful,” was his simple reply.

“Heh, thank you, Light-kun. But still, if we’re walking, you should look where you’re going not at m-w-wait...L-Light, watch out!” Keiko stuttered out.

However, it was too late. Keiko watched in horror as the scene played out before her eyes.

Light had ran into the poor, unsuspecting blonde girl who had been walking towards him. It appeared she also hadn’t been paying attention to where she was walking, and the two of them collided, sending the lunch box she had been holding all over the pavement below. There were bits and pieces of the girl’s lunch strewn everywhere within a one meter radius.

“Augh!” the girl cried, looking up at Keiko’s boyfriend, there was a rather irritated look on her face. Her light brown eyes flashed, and Keiko noticed that the girl’s hair was styled into two pigtails that were on either side of her head. Her outfit looked like something you’d see in a gothic fashion magazine. She didn’t look like she was any older than the two of them.

“This is why you watch where you’re going, and you don’t stare at your girlfriend at inappropriate times,” Keiko lightly grumbled under her breath.

“I-I’m so sorry,” Light responded, and he crouched down, picking up the girl’s lunch box, closing the containers that had opened during the crash. He then handed them to the girl, an apologetic look on his face.

“It’s fine, I guess,” the girl replied, looking Light over carefully. She didn’t look as annoyed as she had been a moment ago, “just watch where you’re going next time, okay?”

“Y-yeah, sure...well since the ground is now eating your lunch, would you perhaps like to join my girlfriend and I? I mean, I did accidentally spill your lunch everywhere...you must be hungry,” Light offered, “and we were just about to grab lunch ourselves…”

“Light-kun…” Keiko mumbled, “I’m sure that she probably has better things to do and we literally just met he-”

“Yeah, sure. That sounds good, I was pretty hungry,” the girl responded before Keiko could finish. “The name’s Misa Amane, but you can call me Misa-chan...it’s much cuter, don’t you think?” she giggled.

Keiko watched in disbelief as the girl accepted her boyfriend’s offer. In all honesty, she really didn’t want Misa to tag along with her and her boyfriend.

I had wanted to spend time with Light alone and eat a nice lunch together, especially since we haven’t really had a lot of time to do that lately with the investigation and classes in the way, but...seeing as Light now owes her, I suppose this is the least he could do. It looks like I’ll just have to deal with it.

“I’m Light Yagami, and my girlfriend’s name is Keiko Kagami,” Light explained to Misa. who gave a slight nod.

Keiko cracked a smile and gave a polite wave to her, and Misa gave her a half wave in return. She almost felt like Misa’s action was strangely a little cold, but she brushed it off. After all, they were strangers who had just met each other.

With that, the three of them headed off towards the little cafe, which was located just a block away from where they had been standing.

/timeskip/

“Ahh, that was good!” Keiko heard Misa say, and she looked up to see the petite blonde girl patting her stomach, “thanks for inviting me along, Light-kun.”

“No problem, I hope this makes up for what happened earlier,” Light replied, offering her a slight grin in return.

Keiko forced a pleasant smile herself, but she didn’t like how this girl was already using Light’s name informally. In fact, she didn’t really like the girl at all. Keiko knew that first impressions weren’t everything, but so far, she wasn’t that impressed by her. It appeared that there wasn’t much in common between the two of them.

Quite frankly, she found Misa’s antics to be rather annoying. She also suspected that Misa was crushing a little on Light, which wouldn’t be that surprising to Keiko, as she had grown rather used to girls fawning over her boyfriend. However, she wasn’t worried about Light being unfaithful, from what she could tell, he only had eyes for her. The only thing that was bothering her in that regard was Misa’s overly dramatic behavior.

“So, I hope you don’t mind me asking this, Light-kun,” Misa started, “but I was wondering...how exactly did you and your girlfriend get together?”

Keiko’s eyes snapped up, away from her empty plate, and onto the girl sitting in front of her.

While there was an innocent look on her face, Keiko could sense the possible deeper meaning behind her question.

Yeah, I don’t think there’s any denying it at this point...Misa might have a thing for my boyfriend. If that is so, then it’s clear she’s just trying to figure out who she’s up against...however there’s no way Light would fall for her; she’s nowhere near his type. She’s way too flashy, too loud, and from what I’ve gathered, she isn’t that bright. It’s clear that she relies a lot on her good looks, rather than on her abilities, to get through life...ugh, of all the people Light could’ve ran into, why did it have to be her? It’s making me rather uncomfortable…

Keiko let out a soft sigh.

If she was nice to me, then perhaps I would be more able to tolerate her. Being kind can go a long way. However, she’s being so rude. She’s making no attempt to get to know me, which has me thinking she’s after Light...that or another free lunch from him.

Light opened his mouth to respond when all of the sudden, his cell phone went off. He fished it out of his pockets and flashed an apologetic look at Misa, “uh, I’m sorry. I have to take this, it’s probably really important. Excuse me for a moment.”

That means it’s probably either his father or L on the phone...I wonder what’s going on, are there new developments with the investigation?

“No, no, that’s fine,” Misa gave Light a soft smile, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes, “take all the time you need.”

Light gave a curt nod at her, and then stood up, walking towards the entrance of the cafe. Much to Keiko’s dismay, she was now totally alone with Misa.

Wonderful…just what I wanted, to be left alone with the girl that wants to possibly hijack my boyfriend. Speaking of Light, he’d better get back here soon.

Keiko gave another soft sigh, studying the glamorous girl sitting across from her. Since Light was now outside, the girl had taken out her own cell phone to text. Although it was rude to text at the table, Keiko was oddly glad, because that meant she wouldn’t have to make awkward conversation with her.

Instead, Keiko spend her time scrutinizing the girl in front of her. While Keiko was studying her, she noticed that her fingernails were perfectly manicured. She also noticed that she had a black choker around her neck and cross earrings.

Amazing...like I said earlier, it’s like she stepped out of a gothic fashion magazine...

“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Misa commented in a tone of voice that was much too fake for Keiko’s taste, “heh, on that note, I could even pose for you. I’m used to doing that...I’m actually a model. You see, I was coming back from a shoot when Light-kun ran into me...”

Well that definitely explains the outfit...and her entitled attitude, for that matter. Maybe she isn’t after Light, maybe that’s just her personality...

Fortunately, Keiko didn’t have to respond to her, because the little bell chime on the door went off, signaling that Light had stepped back into the cafe. He headed back towards their table but he didn’t sit back down.

“Well, it’s been fun, but I’m afraid that I have to go. Actually, my girlfriend and I both have to go now, Misa-chan,” Light announced, glancing first at Keiko then at Misa.

“Aww, alright,” Misa pouted a little, “but we should totally hang out again soon! Today was a lot of fun.”

Keiko almost swore for a moment she had seen a flash of annoyance on her boyfriend’s face, however it was quickly replaced with a friendly smile. Light then paid for their meals, and the two of them said their goodbyes to Misa, which Keiko was quite happy about.

Finally...I thought that lunch would never end. Geez, she’s hard to deal with. Model or not, what’s her drama?

“So...who was on the phone?” Keiko questioned, switching gears as she and Light were back on the sidewalk. Now that the two were alone, she figured it would be okay to ask.

“It was Ryuzaki-san...apparently, while we were eating lunch, there was another message sent to them from the Second Kira...he wants us to meet him at headquarters immediately.”

“H-huh? Is that so...another message? Well, that didn’t take long,” Keiko commented.

Light nodded in agreement, grabbing her hand, “yeah. So the sooner we get to headquarters to investigate, the better.”

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Nineteen

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13 Actions to Effective Blogging

If used properly, blogs can be an extremely marketable and advantageous tool. Making money from blog sites is just a matter of getting the attention of an audience and refraining from doing any actual salespersons offering. In this short article, you will find out the 13 most essential steps to successful blogging.

Where to begin?

You must begin your blog with a complimentary blog hosting service such as Journal Home or Blogger. Starting with a complimentary blog hosting service permits you to start blogging immediately without having any advance knowledge of scripts, hosting, or programming. It enables you to focus on your material and not the internal maintenance of the blog. The most excellent advantage of starting with a free service is, in the case your blog does not become effective, you do not lose any money, or are you left holding the costs. The terrific thing about a blog is that they are arranged in chronological order; your newest entry is shown. When your blog traffic grows significantly, and you are all set to update to your domain, then you can make your last blog entry the statement of your "relocation." Just add a previous listing stating that your blog has actually "moved" and type the brand-new blog URL address. This directs visitors to your new blog website, keeping your following, without significant trouble to anyone. When you need to, update as you need to ... however only!

Specific niche

A specific niche is a targeted product, topic, or service. You should initially choose on a product, service, or subject which interests you. Select an area which you can enthusiastically discuss daily. You can utilize keyword research services like Google Zeitgeist or Yahoo! Buzz Index to find popular browsed subjects. It does NOT matter if your question is accessible as long as there is an audience for your topic, and the issue is precisely focused, then your blog ought to achieve success. Anything can be thought about a specific niche as long as it has a target market, no matter how big or how small the audience is. A blog about your feline can be a particular niche or a blog about the types of the cat family can be a broader specific niche market, if there are individuals who have an interest in hearing about your cat or the species of the cat household ... you can even select to build your audience for a market which an audience does not exist, however initially you should develop your blog.

Update Daily (nothing less).

Upgrading your blog daily, not just keeps your blog more interesting to readers. However, it also provides your blog fresh content on a day to day, making it more enticing to browse engines. Not upgrading your blog on a periodic holiday or one day here and it is easy to understand to most, but missing out on days at a time or weeks is unacceptable and will most likely result in your blog being unsuccessful. To keep your blog traffic and keep your visitor's interest, it is a must to update your blog daily with multiple entries.

Traffic.

It's obvious. You must have traffic to profit from blogs. There are many ways to construct traffic. Paid advertising, totally free advertising, viral marketing, search engine marketing, RSS/XML feeds, and word-of-mouth. You need to continually utilize your blog URL address in the signature of your e-mail, online forum conversations, message boards, or any other communication media. You must send your blog URL address to online search engine and blog directory sites. You ought to submit your RSS/XML URL feed to blog ping services like Technorati, Ping-O-Matic, and Blogdigger. You need to, with confidence, share your blog with family, pals, co-workers, partners, and service specialists when it relates. Many blog sites can be thought about as a collection of short articles; for this purpose, you should submit your blog entries (those that are essential and prolonged posts) to content syndicators like GoArticles.com or ArticleCity.com. When sent, your articles can be chosen up and published by others. The technique is to make sure you include your Blog URL address in the "About the Author" passage. What this does is create link popularity and backlinks for your blog, when somebody selects up your article from the syndication then release the short report on their website the "About the Author" passage is included with each publication and the link you included is followed, crawled, and indexed by search engines. If your post is popular enough or questionable adequate to produce 10,000 papers across the web, envision. The online search engine is bound to discover your website in no time with that numerous publications and credit you an authority on the subject, in return, increasing your rank on search engines. The small effort of writing a well-written short article is rewarding. You need to try to compose at least one full-length post weekly for syndication and submit your report to at least ten short article syndicators.

Track Your Blog.

How do you understand if your blog has traffic? Just because no one is leaving remarks does not indicate your blog isn't growing. Numerous visitors do not leave comments. However, they are returning visitors. I know it sounds crazy, but with blog sites, people are more interested in what "you" have to say! Lots of visitors do not discuss their first, second, or 3rd time. Some do not comment at all but are active everyday visitors.

Tracking your blog does not have to be overly advanced. Set up (copy/paste) the code into the HTML of your blog design template and start tracking your visitors.

Listen to Your Audience.

When utilizing the appropriate page counter, you must begin to see how others are finding your blog and if through search engines, then which keywords are being utilized to find your blog. If regularly, your blog is being seen by several keywords, then focus your blog around those keywords to make it a lot more powerful. When composing entry titles and entries, utilize the keywords as frequently as possible while keeping the blog attractive and understandable.

Multiple blog sites.

Use several blogging accounts to draw in more people. This suggests you should have a blog with JournalHome.com, Blogger.com, LiveJournal.com, Blog-City. Com, tBlogs.com, etc. The more blog accounts, the much better. You can copy/paste from 1 blog to all others. Having different blog accounts resembles having a publication in various newspapers. This allows you to bring in more visitors, and this also increases the chance that 1 of your blogs will remain in the online search engine results for your focused keywords.

Short & Concise.

Aside from the lengthy article a week for syndication and publication, your blog entries ought to be concise & brief (if you can help it). Sometimes there are exceptions to the rule, and you have no choice, however, to blog lengthy entries, but attempt to prevent this as much as possible. You do not want your blog entries to become hours of reading. Visitors like to find information and skim through your entries quickly. It is excellent to be detailed and supply useful information; however, do not consist of ineffective info or run away sentences that drift far from your topic.

Digital Art.

Try to include non-advertising graphics, images, photos, and art in your blog entries. Not excessive. Once a week is outstanding. Graphics can often bring your blog to life. Of course, the content of the blog is an essential element, and you do not desire to overshadow your content with graphics, however, showing graphics can add a little spice to the blog. Be selective about your graphics and make sure they fit your entry topic. You ought to include material with the graphic, a minimum of a caption. Initial graphics, images, photos, and art is suggested.

Keep it, Personal.

A blog is most successful when it is kept, an individual. Try to include your own experiences that relate to the topic of your blog entry.

Interact With Your Visitors.

You now have the traffic you are worthy of. You ought to begin connecting with your visitors. Create a routine theme such as: "Monday Money Idea" or "Image of the Week," which attracts your readers to anticipate each week eagerly.

Give your readers advance notification about a product, service, or subject which you are going to evaluate and then discuss later. If the President was scheduled to give a speech, then in your blog, you need to mention that you "will talk about the speech and provide your opinion after the speech airs. Remarks will be appreciated".

Try your finest to find personal info that very few have. Do not disclose any confidential or secret information which is deemed illegal or can get you into a problem, however, try to get the scoop before everybody else does. Such as: If your blog was about Paris Hilton (the socialite) and you had a blog entry about "Paris Hilton Getting Married," then it would be intriguing to your readers if you had an actual image of Paris Hilton engagement ring. Offer your best shot to search the web and dig for personal details, and you will potentially create something helpful. Your readers will value this, and they reveal their appreciation through word-of-mouth recommendations. Imagine the number of readers will tell their friends, family, and others about the info they only can find at your blog.

Earn Money.

Once your blog has acquired some genuine momentum, and your blog traffic is increasing, then it is time to begin considering turning your traffic into profit. You must utilize contextual marketing, like Google AdSense or Chitika. Contextual advertising is typically text links that use the content of your blog to release targeted ads on your blog. The payout is generally based on a pay-per-click design, meaning for ever click an advertisement gets, you are paid a small percentage of the profits. In addition to contextual advertising, it is good to likewise utilize graphical marketing such as BlogAds.com, Amazon.com, MammaMedia, or General Sponsored Marketing.

You're a Professional.

You're an expert now! What are you still making with that free blog hosting service? It is time to update to a domain hosted option. You require to get a web hosting and pick a domain name for your blog then examine its accessibility. Select the blogging software application you wish to utilize, such as Squarespace.com, WordPress.org, MovableType.org, etc. Then it is time for you to announce your relocation on all your previous blog accounts when you have your brand-new blog domain setup and prepared for traffic. Your last entry to the blog should be a "move" announcement. The title ought to be "Moved," and the blog entry ought to mention something like "Old Blog has been transferred to New Blog, please bookmark this link and follow for future reference. In this manner, all returning visitors and brand-new readers should not have any issue finding your brand-new blog domain.

The old stating, "two heads are better than one," more authors mean more marketing and direct exposure because each author will have a vested interest in the blog. The concept of a team blog is to make it rewarding and rewarding for all authors while continuing to target the blog subject and keeping the blog interesting for visitors.

There is no guarantee that your blog will become popular or a family name. However, the effort ought to at least put you one action more detailed. Making money online is not an overnight experience like numerous may believe, however making cash online is a foreseeable possibility.

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6 tips about learn Chinese language

I contemplated Mandarin Chinese 15 years back. It took me nine months to arrive at a level where I could decipher paper publications from English to Chinese and from Chinese to English, read books and decipher for individuals, I did this in the age of the open-reel recording the device, sometime before the age of the Internet, online word references, language learning applications, MP3 documents, YouTube and cchatty Chinese learning site.

On the off chance that I think about what I did, I find that there were six things that helped me learn quicker than different understudies who were concentrating with me. Underneath I list every one of these tips on the most proficient method to learn Chinese, which you might need to apply to your investigations.

1, Tune in to Mandarin as Often as could be expected under the circumstances

The first month or possibly two, simply center around tuning in.

Begin by concentrating on tuning in. Simply become acclimated to the sounds. You should peruse whatever you are tuning in to, yet do so utilizing the phonetic composing framework, for example, Pinyin, to show signs of improvement feeling of what you are hearing. You should get familiar with the characters in the long run, yet you can forget about the characters from the outset, and rather, attempt to get a little force in the language.

It's too hard even to consider starting learning characters when you don't have any feeling of the words, what they sound like, or how they cooperate. Another dialect can seem like an undifferentiated commotion toward the start. The initial step is to get acclimated with the individual hints of the language, to figure out how to separate words from one another, and even to have a couple of words and expressions resounding in your mind.

My first prologue to Mandarin was tuning in to Chinese Dialogs, middle of the road content without any characters, only romanization, right now Yale form of romanization. Today Pinyin, created in China, has become the standard type of romanization for Mandarin. In Chinese Dialogs, the storyteller talked so quickly I thought he was tormenting us. In any case, it worked. Following a month or so, I was utilized to the speed and had a feeling of the language.

As an aside, I think it is a smart thought to start learning a language with the middle of the road level messages that incorporate a ton of redundancy of jargon, instead of excessively straightforward tenderfoot writings. Digital recordings and book recordings are extraordinary for this. The Mandarin Chinese small scale stories at LingQ are a case of the sort of perspective stories, with a lot of reiteration of high recurrence action words that are accessible today. These were not accessible to me 15 years back.

With a feeling of this energizing new dialect and some aural cognizance, my inspiration to become familiar with the characters developed. I needed to know the characters for the words that I had been tuning in to and becoming acclimated to.

So that is tip number one, to concentrate on tuning in and Pinyin for the principal month or two.

2, Commit Time to Memorizing Characters 

The investigation of Chinese, Mandarin Chinese is a long haul venture. It will acquire your contact with the language and the way of life of well over 20% of humankind and a significant effect on world history. Hence, I generally suggest learning Chinese characters in the event that you will gain proficiency in the language.

When you choose to consider Chinese characters, work at them consistently. Commit thirty minutes to an hour daily just on learning characters. Utilize whatever the technique you need, however, put aside devoted character learning time each day. Why consistently? Since you will overlook the characters nearly as fast as you learn them, and in this manner need to relearn them over and over.

You might need to utilize Anki or some other current PC based learning framework. I built up my own dispersed reiteration framework. I had a lot of 1,000 little cardboard cheat sheets with the most successive 1000 characters. I had sheets of squared paper to work on composing these characters. I would get one card, and record the character multiple times one segment on the squared paper and afterward compose the significance or elocution a couple of sections over. At that point, I would get another cheat sheet and do likewise. Before long I ran into the importance or sound of the last character that I had composed there. I at that point worked that character out again a couple of times, ideally before I had totally overlooked it. I did this for the initial 1000 characters. After that I had the option to learn them by perusing, finding new characters, and haphazardly keeping in touch with them out by hand a couple of times.

As we progress, learning new characters becomes simpler in light of the fact that such a significant number of components rehash in the characters. The characters all have "radicals", segments that give a trace of the importance of a character. There are likewise segments of the characters which propose the sound. These radicals are useful in securing the characters, despite the fact that not from the outset. As with such a great amount in language learning, an excess of clarification forthright is an interruption to procuring the language. I found that the endeavors of educators to clarify these radicals and different parts at the beginning periods of my learning were not to incredible profit. I didn't get them. Simply after enough presentation did I begin to see the segments and that accelerated my learning of the characters.

Tip number two is to truly invest consistently and committed energy into learning characters.

3, Perceive Patterns Rather than Rules Concentrate on designs. Try not to become involved with convoluted syntax clarifications, simply center around designs. At the point when I was contemplating we had a superb book by Harriet Mills and P.S. Ni. It was called Intermediate Reader in Modern Chinese. In each and every exercise they acquainted examples and with me, that is the manner by which I kind of got a feeling of how the language functioned. The examples were the edges around which I could manufacture anything I desired to state.

I have positively no feeling of Chinese language structure or punctuation terms, yet I am very familiar. I have seen books that present uncommon sentence structure terms for Chinese. I don't think they are important. It is smarter to become acclimated to the examples that Chinese uses to communicate things that we express in English utilizing English examples. Chinese has a somewhat uncomplicated language structure, one of the joys of learning Chinese. There are no declensions, conjugations, sexes, action word viewpoints, confounded tenses or different wellsprings of disarray that are found in numerous European dialects.

Tip number three is to concentrate on designs, work them out, say them to yourself, use them when talking or composing, and watch for them when you tune in and read.

On the off chance that you might want a free sentence structure asset to help supplement your learning, at that point I prescribe Chinese syntax assets.

4, Peruse More than You Can Handle Peruse a great deal. 

On the off chance that I learned quicker than my kindred understudies 50 years prior, it is on the grounds that I read all that I could get my hands on. I read considerably more than different understudies. I am discussing unique writings for students, but instead a wide scope of material on subjects important to me. I was helped by the way that the Yale-in-China had an incredible arrangement of perusers with glossaries for every section. We began with student material utilizing something many refer to as Chinese Dialogs, at that point graduated to a reviewed history content called 20 Lectures on Chinese Culture.

20 Lectures were an intriguing open door for me to find out about Chinese history and culture while learning the language. The book comprised uniquely of writings and a glossary, no entangled clarifications, no tests. At the point when I take a gander at a portion of the course readings accessible today focused on transitional and even propelled students, they are brimming with drilling content about anecdotal individuals in China, someone at college who met his companion or went to the stylist or went skating, trailed by clarifications and drills. Not a smart thought except if you are keen regarding these matters.

I moved on from 20 Lectures on Chinese Culture to Intermediate Reader in Modern Chinese out of Cornell University. This was a peruser with valid writings from present-day Chinese legislative issues and history. Every exercise presented designs and downplayed drills and clarifications. Or on the other hand, possibly I simply disregarded them.

Yale had a wide assortment of perusers on legislative issues, history, and writing, all with word records for every section. This was my learning material. The accessibility of word list per part implied that I didn't need to counsel a Chinese lexicon. Before the coming of Alec Tronic or online lexicons, it was very tedious and agonizing to counsel a Chinese word reference. Since we overlook the majority of the things we turn upward in the lexicon, this was a gigantic exercise in futility.

I developed my jargon utilizing these perusers with word records lastly had the option to peruse a book without jargon records, simply disregarding the characters and words that I didn't have the foggiest idea. Following seven or eight months I read my first novel, Rickshaw Boy or 骆驼祥子, which is a well-known novel of life right now during the fierce first 50% of the twentieth century, composed by Lao She.

Tip number four is to peruse as much as you can. This is a lot simpler to do today. You can discover material on the Internet, utilize online word references and applications.

5, Get the Rhythm of the Language to Master the Tones

Concentrate on tuning in. I attempted to tune in to whatever content I was perusing. Perusing encourages you to learn the jargon, yet listening causes you to associate with the language and get readied to talk. Listening cognizance is the center's expertise important so as to participate in discussions with individuals.

One of the difficulties of Mandarin is the tones. We gain proficiency with the tone of each character as we get jargon, however, it is hard to recall these when talking. It is critical to disguise the tones as a major aspect of expressions. Listening encourages you to do this. The pitch and cadence of Mandarin, or some other language, can just originate from tuning in to the local speaker. You can't learn it hypothetically.

Specifically, I discovered tuning in to customary Chinese comic discoursed, Xiang Sheng, 相声, an extraordinary method to get the beat of the language and of the tones since these entertainers overstate the pitch. These days you can locate these web-based, including the transcripts and even import them into a framework like cchatty.com. This was not accessible to me 50 years prior.

Actually, there is an enormous exhibit of listening material accessible for download on every single imaginable subject or you can purchase CDs on the off chance that you are in China. In our cutting edge world, all the material you find on the Internet, or material you may discover in CDs, can be changed over into downloadable sound records which you can have with you any place you go on an MP3 player or an advanced cell. Steady tuning in, in any event, for brief times of five or 10 minutes while you're standing by someplace, can significantly build the time accessible for learning any language, including Mandarin Chinese.

This was not accessible to me 50 years back. I truly needed to sit before my open reel recording device with my headphones on. The circumstance has changed significantly. I needed to scan book shops for a sound substance to tune in to on my recording device. Today there is no restriction on the material you can discover, and there is no restriction to where and when you can tune in.

Exploit and listen at whatever point you can. That is tip number 5.

6, Talk a great deal with a teacher in cchatty

The individual hints of Mandarin are not hard for an English speaker to make. The tones are an alternate story. You should rehearse a great deal with a guider, you can enroll in cchatty best place learn Chinese, both addressing yourself and addressing others. Work on emulating what you are tuning in to. Discover writings for which you have the sound. Tune in to an expression or sentence, at that point attempt to mimic the pitch, without stressing a lot over individual sounds. You may even need to record yourself to look at. On the off chance that you can get "contaminated" with the mood of the language, not exclusively will your control of tones improve, yet your selection of words will likewise turn out to be increasingly local like.  At the point when you talk, don't re-think yourself on tones, or some other part of the language. Simply let the words and expressions you have heard and rehearsed stream out, missteps whatnot. Each time you utilize the language you are rehearsing and becoming acclimated to it. In the event that you appreciate communicating in Chinese, on the off chance that you appreciate getting in the stream, singing to the musicality, at that point your Mandarin will keep on improving.  Try not to stress over acing elocution toward the start. We can't articulate what we don't hear, nor mirror sounds and pitch that don't impact us. So as to develop the capacity to hear the language and to feel the music of the language, we basically need to tune in to hundreds or even a large number of hours and permit the mind to become accustomed to the new dialect. You can't surge this procedure. Rather you should confide in the way that you will steadily and normally show signs of improvement. Accordingly whatever organize you are at in Mandarin, simply talk without dread and trust your impulses. In the event that you proceed with your perusing and listening exercises, and on the off chance that you keep talking, your talking abilities will normally improve.  Here you can find out about: The most ideal approach to become familiar with a language.

So my 6th and last tip are simply put it all on the line and you'll get the cadence.  Good karma! 

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Time Saving Hacks For Female Entrepreneur

As a company owner, your time is limited. And chances are, you probably don't have many hours to spare.

We are all searching for ways to produce the most effective utilization of those 24 hours we've been given. So I have piled up my preferred high heeled hacks - 1 for every hour of this day - in expectation of assisting you to create a bit more room in your busy schedule.

Social Media Schedule articles It's simple to post sporadically on social networking. You might come across an guide or photo to share, spend some time inventing a caption before sharing it, assess your feed to see new articles... and before you know it, you have spent 30 minutes on Instagram. It is far too easy to get squeezed in.

Choosing a time each day to schedule posts all at once not only cuts back on distractions throughout your day but in addition, it forces you to become more intentional with the material you're sharing. It is a win-win.

We use Buffer to program our posts daily, but Hootsuite and CoSchedule are very popular tools for scheduling social media, also.

Related post: 5 Advantages of Scheduling Social Media (and also our Buffer strategy)

Two | Push 1 article out to several programs

Buffer also lets you share 1 post on multiple programs using the click of a mouse.

Rather than spending some time establishing each individual post on every individual platform, you may add text/links/graphics, select the platforms you want the post to print to, and you are done.

3 | Close out of email and social networking windows

Have you got a habit of accumulating browser windows and maintaining the tabs visible as you work on online? By keeping tabs open for email and societal networking accounts, it's often a lot more tempting to click on them whenever a notification arises. The back and forth between social networking, emails, and work can cut back on productivity.

If you can associate, look at x-ing out of every tab you are not using during your workday to reduce distractions and remain on task.

4 | Disable telephone notifications

Just like #3, telephone notifications can be tricky to ignore during a workday, especially if your phone is always close by. Think about turning off notifications to eliminate the temptation of checking Twitter whenever your screen lighting up.

Email 5: | Point inquirers for your FAQ page

Do you get a lot of form submissions each day? Make an FAQ page (in case you haven't already) and connect to it on your contact page.

Not only does it allow you to cut back on emails, but in addition, it conserves the inquirer time if you've already made the reply to their question available.

6 | Utilize canned responses

Are you sending similar email responses on a regular basis? Rather than composing a new message each time someone inquiries about your services or asks a question you've answered in-depth 10+ times previously, create a canned response.

Many men and women maintain email templates in Evernote or in a Google Doc and then copy and paste the answers each time they should send a reply. It's genius.

Whatever way you choose to do it, canned answers can save you a lot of time tackling your inbox.

7 | Boomerang mails

Boomerang is just another fantastic program for Gmail users that lets you take control of if you send and receive emails.

You can select the day and time an email will send (which is perfect once you're answering emails at bizarre hours) and you may also"boomerang" incoming emails and choose a time for them to reappear in your inbox.

Implementing tools like Boomerang to develop a process and take control of your inbox can save yourself time and energy in the long run and allow you to become more effective with staying at the top of mails.

8 | Concentrate on sending brief, concise messages

Long emails require some time. Not only do they take time to compose, but they take time to read and respond to.

Rather than composing a book within every message, make it a goal to write brief, concise emails so as to save time on your end and esteem the time of the person on the receiving end. Concentrate on direct outcomes and be clear about the next steps that need to be taken, what you need from another person, questions you have, etc.. Don't beat around the bush; reach the point.

For those of you who fear brief messages since you don't want to seem impersonal, you can continue to be friendly while maintaining your e-mail.

9 | Avoid long email chains by setting up a quick meeting

Perhaps you have been engaged in an email chain that goes back and forth without any resolution? Instead of wasting time on your inbox, speak the old-fashioned manner and give the person a call or schedule a meeting.

10 | Employ the 2-minute ruler

Would you write an answer to a email in 2 minutes or not? Instead of clicking from the message and putting off a reply until afterwards, go right ahead and tackle it to get it out of the way. It'll help save you time in the long run and cut back on the strain of a developing inbox.

Meetings 11 | Set time limits at the Start

Have you ever had a meeting run on for more than you originally expected? We've all been there, and it usually ends up robbing other tasks of your own time.

By leaving meetings open-ended, you're setting yourself up for catastrophe. So nip them in the bud initially. Instead of scheduling a meeting for 2:30pm, then program it for 2:30-3:00pm. Establish expectations for the individual on the other end in order to be cautious of your time and respect their program, too.

12 | Set parameters

Now that you've set expectations to the length of your meeting, set expectations for what you will tackle throughout the meeting. Outline the purpose and make it apparent to the individual on the other end to avoid rabbit holes, realize what needs to be accomplished, and save time.

13 | Plan ahead

Sometimes so as to save time, you have to put in time.

To help stick to the parameters of a meeting and respect the timing of the individual on the other end, put in the necessary work beforehand so that you may come to the meeting prepared. Do everything on your end to make certain that the meeting runs smoothly and has a successful outcome.

Have you got a secondhand car ride or lengthy layover before you? Kill 2 birds with 1 stone and then make good use of that excess time by scheduling a meeting. Not only will it free up your schedule later, but it will also make the journey time pass by more quickly.

Blogging 15 | Produce site picture templates

Website templates are great for consistency but they are also great for working effectively.

Adobe Illustrator allows you to create and save templates, so invest a little bit of time setting one up for your site graphics. Create a consistent colour palette, customize your workspace with the tools that you use frequently, and think of a layout. The next time you are needing a website picture you can simply open the template, change the colors and the type, and you will be ready to go.

For tips about the best way best to create consistent, well-designed blog images, check out last week's Elle & Company newsletter here.

16 | Utilize a site workflow

Building systems and workflows permit you to work quicker and more effectively in all areas of your company, especially in the area of blogging. Find out a system which works best for you and continue to make refinements.

For Elle & Company, we produce a new Google Doc at the outset of each article and brainstorm a tricky blog title before we write the very first sentence. Once we have settled on the title, we will outline the post and think through a storyline/objective. Once the post is done, it gets copy and pasted into Squarespace, formatted, categorized, and labeled. A fast graphic is made from a Illustrator template and then we envision it to article at 6am during the week.

Your schedule might look different from ours, but having a system set up makes it easier to crank out solid posts and help you save time in the long run.

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Set aside time each month to think of a lot of topics and program them into a editorial calendar. Knowing what to anticipate prevents scrambling around last-minute and gives you more time to think through everything you'll include in your post (which often makes an article easier and quicker to write afterwards ).