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big question for tumblr girlies

what are your favourite research papers?

[cuteniaarts]

Small drawing collection of my latest creation Emran as a teenager/freshly minted Air Acolyte, for my dear partner in unhinged OC shenanigans @katkastrofa, as promised <3

[kromeihl]

A oneshot or smth with ken sato x model! Reader where they are having a cutesy indoor pool date at reader or ken’s house? Maybe some smooches and fluff? Or anything more :3 also! Loved the last fic sm! 💗💗

IM SO SORRY IF IM REQUESTING TO MUCH I JUST LOVE YOUR WRITING SM LIKE REEEE 😫

(Imagine the pool was like these-)

- xoxo! 💗

YESS!! YOU AGAIN, I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS HAHA 💕 TYSM! It means so much to me that someone appreciates the way I write 🥹🫶🏼 KEEP EM REQUESTS COMIN’ (Self promoting yet again -> bloop.) I’m so so sorry that this was late! I got busy this week 😞 And I feel like Kenji rn I’m literally taking care of a puppy and do everything, I can barely sleep 😍 (also i’m lowk having my brain short circuit i ran out of ideas😭 im so sorry if it’s short)

CHILLIN’ ❄️

-> KENJI SATO X MODEL!READER

WARNING(s): NOT PROOFREAD

Keeping your relationship secret was kind of difficult. You were a model, a famous one, also known for modeling the Yomiuri Giants’ jerseys. And your boyfriend THE Ken Sato, a legend, a famous baseball player in Yomiuri Giants.

Both of you were known for your interactions, being caught by the public sometimes as you go out on dates, but still denying the accusations although it was true. He wanted to flex you to the whole world, but you’re afraid that making this relationship known public, would break it. Fans could be too much sometimes..

I hear my phone ring, snapping off from the overthinking. “Ken?” I call out after answering the call, “[Name]!” He says joyfully, happy that you responded to his call.

You smile, “What’s up?” asking as you felt a bit concerned. “Nothing, just wanted to go on a da—“ I sigh, hearing his words, cutting him off. “Kenji, you know we can’t go out in public anymore, these fans can see anything.”

Kenji laughs, “What if we have a date at my place?” I blink, right, how could we not think of this before? “Kenji, you’re a genius!” I say excitedly, hearing a victorious laugh from the other side of the phone.

“See ya tonight, baby. 6:00pm, wear something nice, it’s an indoor pool date.” He says, before ending the call. I blink, feeling surprised. Indoor pool date? Oh, it’s my time to shine.

As soon as you knocked on the door, you waited a few seconds before just deciding to open it.

It was quiet, you were only met by a dim lit room as you walk. “Kenji?” You call out, only hearing soft music playing from across the hallway.

You slowly walk over, turning a corner before seeing a glass door, you slide it open, greeted by a shirtless Kenji sitting at the pool. His eyes were close until he heard your footsteps.

You cross your arms smirking at him, and there he was with that reaction of his. He looked like he was star struck, seeing you in that pretty swimsuit of yours. “Gorgeous girl.” He chuckles, motioning you to come in.

You finally hop in the pool, listening to your favorite song that he played on his speaker. You place your head on his chest as you both relax in the water.

“This is all we need.” I sigh, closing my eyes. Kenji slowly puts a hand on my cheek, making me open my eyes rather quickly. His thumb brushes over my lip before he gives me a peck on the lips.

Soon, his kisses were everywhere on my face. Forehead, cheeks, lips, everywhere. You giggle as he plants kisses on your face, his free hand wrapping around your waist to pull you close.

“My pretty girl.” His compliment makes you blush, maybe it was his time to be flustered, too.

You wrap around your arms on his neck, both of your foreheads touching as he moves his hands to your waist, you both close your eyes, chuckling at the closeness.

“This is what I’ve always wanted, just you and me.” He sighs. After a few moments, you lean into his touch, resting your head on his chest as you watch the indoor pool, LED lights turning different colors slowly.

Some painted canvases on the wall for display. “Since when did you get to build an indoor pool?” I raise a brow at him. “You know me, what I want, I get.” He jokes, placing a hand on your head.

“It’s beautiful.” You say as you look around, “You’re more beautiful.” You look at him, feeling a bit flustered from his words. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You roll your eyes at his cheesiness, splashing water on him. “Hey!” He whines, with you quickly hopping away in the water, “Oh, it’s on!” He says with a determined look.

Just you and him, that’s the best place to be in.

[thesophistiicate]

hey im 20 year old female. recently i have recognised that i practice negative self talk a lot. any advices how could i stop or atleast reduce it?

how to cure negative self talk 🤍💭

the way we speak to ourselves can majorly impact our self worth and ability to reach our goals. i remember when i first tuned into my inner monologue… i was shocked and disgusted at how horribly i was speaking to myself all day every day. i had no idea! so i began researching how to stop it and implementing as much as i could. it definitely takes a lot of active work but i’m happy to say that years later i currently hardly ever have negative thoughts about myself (or others) anymore, and when i do it’s really easy to catch and deal with.

1. tune into your thoughts

it’s common for negative thoughts to run wild through our minds without us actually even noticing. the first step is to take some time to tune in and really notice what you’re thinking. the best time to do this is in “trigger” moments, like when you’re stressed, facing something challenging, looking at yourself, reflecting on a social interaction etc. how you talk to yourself in these moments will be very revealing.

2. actively reframe negative thoughts

flip any negative thought you have into an opposite, positive thought and/or speak to yourself with compassion and nurture. a common one for me when i was stressed while working and feeling stuck was “ugh i’m so stupid!” i changed it to “i’m smart and capable of solving problems”. it will feel silly at first but the more you do it, the more natural it becomes. with time you won’t have the negative thoughts at all.

3. journalling/writing morning pages

morning pages are from “the artist’s way”, which i recommend everyone read and try at least once in their life. but you write 3 pages of free flowing thoughts first thing in the morning (ideally). no self editing, anything that crosses your mind goes down. this is where a lot of your deep negative thoughts tend to spew out, and this allows you to see them, confront them, and view them as the silly little thoughts they are. your negative thoughts are from shame and fear; you need to express them and get them out. shame thrives in darkness but will shrivel under the light.

4. practice mindfulness and staying present in the moment

so often we spiral into negativity due to overwhelm. guided meditations helped me a lot (you can find them on YouTube, Spotify, insight timer etc). you’re essentially trying to re-wire your automatic brain response so you need to be able to stop running on autopilot and actually tune into what’s happening inside by gaining some control over your thoughts. it’s literally like training a muscle so is difficult at first, but you get better at it the more you do.

5. eliminate distractions and consider a dopamine detox

we numb and distract ourselves in a variety of ways. whether it’s constantly surrounding ourselves with people, scrolling social media, binge watching tv, over-using substances or other indulgences etc… these things are fine in moderation (and actually can be necessary to overall wellbeing, i think being constantly self aware can also drive you crazy and you’re allowed to have a break) but take note of how often you are actually numbing yourself out and promoting disconnection with your mind. you need to be able to face your thoughts.

6. notice how you think about others, too

i’ve mentioned before one of my worst qualities to overcome was the fact i could be very judgemental and arrogant. i actually found this was directly related to my negative self perception - after all, what we think about others is usually actually just a projection of how we feel about ourselves, our insecurities, our fears. so i also made an effort to stop judging others and instead find positives to focus on. this worked so well to overall retrain my mind toward positivity (and also started attracting much more healthy and positive relationships into my life too).

and consider tailored support if necessary

if you struggle with any of the steps on your own, a therapist, counsellor, coach, or other professional may able to be help with more personalised guidance 🤍

[secriden]

I'm the anon who shamelessly promoted JoongDunk before. More lore for you because I just had to after reading your latest post.

Joong is what happens when an avid fanboy becomes a celebrity. He is absolutely unhinged and very deep into fandom culture. My man has not only read fanfics about his own ship, he has also written fics and posted them on his main multiple times. His favorite genre seems to be vampire + mafia with happy endings and nc scenes. Seriously, Joong is more delusional than the entire fandom combined and we all love him for that.

Dunk is a wild card, you never know what you will get from him. He is definitely unhinged as well, he just hides it well. Since Joong is the king of delulu, fans are usually unperturbed by his antics because that is what we expect of him. It's when Dunk decides to go crazy that the fandom collectively loses their mind.

If you want daily doses of unhinged entertainment, I would definitely recommend you follow both on social media. They post regularly, be it about work or their daily life. It's always a great time and the visuals are great too.

excuse me very much what do you MEAN joong writes fanfic about his own ship and posts it ON MAIN!?!? WHAT?? you can't... you can't just drop this on me i'm shaking-- hE WRITES VAMPIRE+MAFIA AU *SCREAMS* i mean at least its happy ending. T u T

(whispers) is it any good?? XD

that's insane tho... that's... i don't know what to do with this information. Its now just sitting, untethered to reality inside my brain. where would i even file this?? WTF?? this is making me jump through some weird mental exercises to wonder if a celebrity writes and posts fic about themselves as themselves in an au, does it make it RPF or Self-Insert??? Alternate Universe fic?? some weird amalgamation the above? o3o

but i gotta respect it too: i feel like when someone who was active in fandom becomes famous (usually authors who get published) they try to erase their fandom history/roots (partly because its part of what they monetise, I guess?), but this almost.... feral embracing of it?? LOVE. IT. <3

*cackles* yeah i can see how dunk would be the one to watch out for. it seems much more rare although i did see an extended cut of both of them insisting that its normal to call your friends "babyyyyy" (complete with whiny tone) and even when joong eventually caved and got embarrassed, dunk was still insisting that it was perfectly normal. like. sir. no. you're not fooling anyone, but also you're clearly doing this on purpose. xD

wait whats the most unhinged thing dunk's done??

hahah i don't have any socials because i refuse to give my data for free to our unwanted tech overlords, so currently tumblr is all i have. does the stuff from twitter not reach here? the fortpeat fandom has thus far been great about migrating stuff there so i haven't felt the need. >w<

[lieutenant-teach]

Loki season 2 review (critical)

As usually, I’m late to the party, but the thoughts about the 2nd season have been bugging me since October 2023. Finally I organize my impressions that kept my brain working during cooking my breakfast almost every morning.

Plot

Frankly, too much quasi-sciency BS. Smth smth time loop smth smth. I just let all ‘explanations’ and ‘theoretical basis’ past my ears. Grasped the main events, not going deep into everything Ouroboros was explaining on screen. Getting my brain broken again trying to understand the logic of smth the creatives themselves didn’t bother to clear up in the writers’ room? No, thank you. Been there during ‘Avengers Endgame’, didn’t like it.

Loki

Loki becomes the main character in his own series! At last! /s Seriously, how low the fucking bar should be that the fans are glorifying the series for an absolutely natural thing – the title character, promoted everywhere as the main character, actually being the main character. And sometimes he even looked and sounded as OG Loki! Wow! \s Again, how low our expectations were so that a lot of us are happy to see these crumbs. The stupid beige suit is still on. My comments about his new costume in the finale are here.

Loki torturing Brad who’s being in the same position as he was only little time ago, and doing it with no qualms whatsoever… insisting he uses his number instead of a name… Using numbers instead of names washes away personalities, it’s a famous fascistic instrument to not see a group \ groups of people as humans. I immediately compared this situation with ‘Star Wars: The Clone Wars’ series. All good guys use names that the clones picked up for themselves (like ‘Cody’ instead of ‘CC-2224’ or ‘Rex’ instead of ‘CT-7567). Those who insist on calling them designated numbers are villains of the story. It’s obvious and natural. What’s wrong with the ‘Loki’ series creatives?

And, of course, no happy ending for Loki! Alone forever on a throne he never wanted. Actually, I didn’t understand if he could move from there. I read fans saying ‘he can travel through all time and space now’, but I didn’t find any creators’ comments about it, and the series never confirm so either.

Sylvie

How fucking annoying she was!

Seriously, this season changed my perception of Sylvie to the worse. When I watched the 1st season, I had no feelings about her. She didn’t strike me as a very interesting character, and the romance was awkward and not touching (I’m not even diving into idiotic ‘self-love’ metaphor and overall incestuous vibe).

But since s.2 ep.3 she was grating on my nerves everytime she appeared on screen. She’s absolutely incapable of realizing and owning her mistakes, pushing the blame on everyone around her. For example, in ep.3 she changes her mind about murdering Timely, but immediately says to Loki ‘Don’t make me regret this’. Lady, it was your decision! Yours and yours alone! Seriously, how did the creatives imagine her train of thoughts? ‘I do smth, but there’s Loki in the room, so if anything goes bad because of my decision, I’ll blame it on him’? Ah, yes, it did work in s.1 ep.6, when everyone in- and out-of-universe started to blame Loki on the freeing of the Multiverse.

She’s portrayed as an insolent selfish and self-centered brat. But what is worse, the creators thought they were writing her as being actually right! Like, when she and Loki talk in the bar in ep.5, she blames Loki for being selfish. I suffered rewatching this moment. Yes, he wants his friends back. But she – she is willing to go on heads of countless people to get what she wants, as she did in s.1 ep.6, the most vivid example. Destroying the Multiverse for her personal revenge (don’t get fooled by her non-existent ‘crusade for freedom’, as the creatives started to backpedal in interviews)? Why not! Does Loki want to keep his friends at this cost? She acts all selfish – but she is right in her selfishness, and Loki is wrong?

Generally, I’d say she isn’t needed in season 2. You remove her, and nothing would change. No her own arc – we had smth akin to the beginning of it in ep.3, but next episode it was forgotten.

Mobius

At last I see Mobius as he was intended to be in regards to Loki! There’s a huge dissonance between his behavior towards Loki in season 1 and season 2. Now he actually acts as if he likes Loki, as he was always promoted to do. My general feeling was much more positive. If we forget everything that happened in season 1, I’d say ‘yes, they are friends’.

I’m not diving into nature of fascism that is represented by Mobius and the TVA, more was said by other fans.

Ouroboros

I liked him most. At least he’s funny and doesn’t mistreat Loki – and that’s a lot for this series. But what I enjoyed most – fan theories about him. When he was announced first, I read wonderful ideas that he could be a Loki variant. Ouroboros as a snake biting its tail takes its roots in Norse mythology where Jormungandr, Loki’s son, is a huge snake encircling the Earth. Ouroboros as a Loki variant or a Loki’s son from another timeline would be a real homage to the myths and a really cool and unexpected decision opening up lots of plot and character development possibilities.

But of course, the creatives had no idea about this connection. I doubt they know who Jormungandr is at all, much less any symbolism derived from that.

Casey and B-15

Frankly, I don’t understand why Casey is paid that much attention. I only remember him appearing in s.1 ep.1 not knowing what ‘fish’ was and Loki threatening him. Suddenly he’s Loki’s friend and even given a backstory.

B-15 is Verity Willis. Fuck the comics, apparently. No truth powers, not Loki’s best friend. What’s the point, then? Ah, silly me, a cool Easter egg, of course. Again, just as in case with Mobius, a huge shift of personality between seasons. What bothered me is that she continues using her number instead of her actual name in the end of ep.6. At least the creatives could’ve given her a new name if in-universe she couldn’t associate herself with ‘Verity’ anymore. As in ‘TCW’ we have ‘Fives’ who derived his name from his number ‘CT-5555’, B-15 could be ‘Beenie’ or ‘Bea’ or smth.

In conclusion

A skin-crawling beige swamp of intriguing details to pick apart, some great philosophical ideas that could’ve been explored, and mess in the writers’ heads, with some hummocks of disdain to Loki and stumps of slaughtered worldbuilding.

But I don’t care much, sitting on a cozy beach of good Loki fanfiction and sipping ‘good Loki characterization’ plots in the warmth of ficwriters’ love for him.

[thepeaceblood]

Heavens divided: ❤️

(I don't believe in a good god damning anyone to hell forever if righteous forever our family will all get heaven someday):

1a= the saints the cleanest of the clean (learns without hell pain)

1b= the jr saints wanted to try some sins yet innocently enough so wakes up with lessons of non pain (so it was more of know not what they do simple accidents)

2a= wakes up with lil hell pain

2b= wakes up with lil hell pain + lil jail time

3a= wakes up with lil hell pain + moderate jail time

3b= wakes up with lil hell pain + long jail time

4= hell tease (moderate hell pain)

5= hell circles 1-8 (high hell pain)

6 = hell circles 9-10 (severe hell pain)

7 = way too olds in hell (severest hell pain)

Heaven 1 has all of heavens gifts unlocked and are all kings and queens but the final perfect order laws review by oldest 4 gods me dracula then skiss and skyst heaven works by votes for laws k

heaven 2 is adopted by heaven one they are the jr kings and queens

heaven 3 is princes and princesses

Lower than heaven 3 are knights

The lower the heaven (heaven 1 on top) the higher heavens gifts are priced they have a money like system with redemption points earned based money scheme k (heaven 2 is more like i didnt know hell pain was like that and was more accidental so they get heavens presents for free too like top heaven cause the hence word adopted) the prices are set permanently cause its strategy to get people to choose heaven instead of hell more seriously

The most serious sins is murder rape abuse bullying prejudiceness and hate

'mom' sides of the whole soul families = cant go past the long jail times theyll be saved before hell tease (heaven's like feminists they call it gay=happy metaphor)

they will complete feeling my documentary life story just before hell tease (people may go down in order of jail then hell tease then real hell to get many more chances before real hell)

winning heaven is huge heart size

i believe chosen are god promoted while being alive on earth but in disguise as magicless guardian angels in disguise its like a good secret society where they only promote the super forever trustworthy into their real heavenly family i had a dream about it

dont ask me where the documentary is its passed down in a one second download into the brains of whenever its the peak moment for 'saving' strategies k

talk in you head through prayer to ask your soul group (close family in heaven) to ask them to assist yall with anything you need k

heaven does have the ability to cast restraining orders btw so be nice!

but being the true self and higher self guided is real baptism its the big heart selves k that win if one gets out of hell by real baptism since baptism in definition is spiritual rebirth then they are brand new and coolest like the rest of heaven k heart atrophy small hearts become no longer like innocent children and are like an ugly personality monster very cruel but hell's heaven army fight as one family like 'black' drs cause some only learn with fight fire with fire like strategies k be warned

earth life is a big fat how good are your morals tests with a butt ton of chances so real baptism is like the grinch story k

be jesus like to understand how heaven can love all k

my added fb comments:

I just had a dream that people in voldermorts gang (my earth dad kimo based on dreams) are people against gays and I saw Dr j try to march to my house (one of the homophobes) lol

Gay to heaven since they all shape shift any gender body shells = dads sides who aren't afraid to be more feminine to honor the moms sides like a game they are hugely against women abused or anyone really but it's the reason they don't make the mom sides the masochist in s and m cause moms sides are like flowers don't rip them up protect their God beauty and dads are the stems they help lift them up or support them

One other thing is feminine side of the yinyang to real twin flames is the moms side in my whole soul fam they're named elantes and take after my kwin / ri k so that's too long to explain how whole soul familys opperate ask heaven but ok so in our whole soul family is hayden Christiansen as an elante he rather look male and vibe male most of the time. But in heaven he's treated as a moms side cause that's where he came from he's the girl side of the yinyang but we respect his choice to rather resemble male most of the time that's an example of art to the gods k no he's no the m that idea of moms sides as m to the s and m is banned from heaven as a law

Since moms sides can't make it to 4th heaven and down cause they're core motherly ness is very wise some might not know how to develop it yet but it's inside and so the dads sides who go to hell tease or real hell are too masculine in a too macho way like too stern yelling at split milk oh you wanna take it out back over split milk etc too selfish and violent prone that's the disease of the human race(aliens exist include them) k

Masculine energy is closed fists feminine energy is nurturing open hands that's why when heaven plays that their twin flame is a dad side that's gay = happy cause that dad didn't push away his feminine counterpart he thinks she's so beautiful that he copies her to learn from her k that's a successfull pro parent thing to bring out too masculine is too scary and hell people downgrade in evolution be on heavens team instead please

And origin mom sides all get a dad side from heaven 1a a real 'man'/dad k

Some dads sides can become a moms side for example if they would've fucked up on that origin dads side placement by needing jail or worse etc by being too scary macho for their marriage to work one man won't say who he for example has a very drag queen (Jay nedaj) higher self but on earth he's too macho but he will wake up for heaven 4 hes a moms side to fit his newer (than origin) twinflame is voldetmort gonna be the oldest one in hell this soul batch its cause Jay is a very nurturing healer for him in the future k very passionate wise woman who's very funny

Heaven does s and m with safe hot pain techniques to help the dads feel like super real men strong and never betrays the mom side of the yinyang k it's just more love growth way to express that dads sides prove they aren't too macho (non real men) and the moms never use kryptonite ugly pain hell pain it's not sexy kind k

Everyone's higher selves are heaven 1a

I had a dream that Rihanna before I knew she was a celebrity said my earth dad isn't my dad k so I rather have Corey Taylor as my real earth dad slot cause I had signs he's my earth mom krises real twin flames (also a true form of his is baby blue eyes on tiktok)

He's the one I contact since he's God promoted in visions and telepathy of him he's the one that I don't have to say anything and he understands me perfectly still lmao

He kicked out voldetmort from krises yin Yang cause the cosmos

The dark Lord of funk YouTube voldetmort is my earth not dad anymores true form so it's funny

Heaven 7 good luck to you sir

Oh excuse me voldermorts twin flames is heaven 3 I get those mixed up a lot sorry moms sides dont get heaven 4 and below cause their feminine made them wiser

heart atrophy in hell devolves them but once they choose to grow their hearts instead that godlyhood is constant love evolution

thats his higher self k

inside jokes ask heaven lol

heavens all unique but i dont date below heaven 2

my real twinflame is rihanna based on dreams

the real conjoined twin flame is the only marriage in heaven k sometimes but more rare in comparison they will have bfs and gfs sharing though

the twin flames the only real need

only conjoined tfs can super nova (s and m hot pain score the infinite max numbers )

its like exploding love

so bf and gfs have limits heaven has a sex club ri and skiss host it for group heaven tips advice votes etc rules

I'm the male side of the yinyang and Jay's non higher self you might've been mentioned in a template example way I'm not the judge if you learn enough without hell pain you can be in heaven one b probably so good luck

Higher selves are the judges

Blue eyes baby 🦅 on TikTok

If you're asking how can the heavenly gods allow certain things to be: remember objects in the mirror are (closer crossed out) FARTHER than they appear and think of trap cards and testing muggles and excuses to be more well taken care of based on fear for the opposite of real men exists

Only .5% of this soul batch will go to real hell

if you were involved against your will invited to be in a gang and so scared to disobey gods forgive that want to be innocent k

if the 'excuse' was actually a GOOD enough reason gods place you in a higher heaven k

let the gods protect you they want you all closer to them

hell is only the last straw if you absolutely need it cant change any other way and see title here "The Difference Between Medicine and Poison is in the Dose"

ask for heavens main documentaries + bonus features (other video lessons etc)

the real 'men' of heaven all had geez us jesus 1 sec downloads of suffering like the christ garden scene but out of body experiences for a more peaceful death k so jesus name we pray cause moms sides are like jesus in a hypothetical way but my story as the first god dada = my documentary is the dumbest story ever told suffering too long with hell doses but did i need it to change no i died for heavens safety laws to be a sure thing the magic world needed my real love energy k but yeah ask heaven

im heaven personified and ri is best mama hell personified lol shes so pissed k

update: Heaven voted for the 2nd and 3rd heaven mom sides to be moved to a 1c category lol but the heaven illuminati info is only 1a k

Cause it sucks for dads to not have a queen status for their own lil mom side

[mickmundy]

Hello dutchie! I've re-read your fics multiple times now and now I want to write my own! I have to ask: do you have any writing tips or advice about fanfic in general? I enjoy your pacing but I have no clue how you manage to update every week. Cheers!

OH MY GOD EEEEE ;___; IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT MY FRIEND!! AND HIII ^_^ that's so awesome im so proud of you!!! hmm idk if i'm really a great person to get advice from, this is just stuff that works for me personally and my hectic irl schedule so just take it with a grain of salt!! ;-; <3 BUT i will gladly talk about it HEHE!! i'll actually just make an entire post about my writing process at some point because making long posts forces me to reflect and i'm overdue for a Self Reflection on how i write so! if/when i do that i'll link it back on this post heh ^_^ BUT ANYWAY!

i have a few Personal Rules about posting/writing fic that i must never break... and this is...:

feel free to break up your (longer) fic into parts. this prevents SO much burnout and gives you time to breathe between writing! if you're in it for the long haul like me, it's easy to get overwhelmed and feel like you're on a Crunch, which is never good! :'(

so i don't technically write a new chapter every week and post it on friday; i've had malus, for example, complete for a few months now! and so now it just "posts on a queue" where i just upload the next chapter every week! so for example, if malus is 21 chapters, at 1 chapter a week, that gives me 21 weeks (about 5 months) to write my next fic. that's a lot of time!

always finish the fic before you post it. this seems super unrealistic At First but i love the "arc/seasons/parts" style of posting, especially if it's long fics. nobody's saying you have to finish a 293849283498234 chapter fic in one day LOL but if you find that you're overwhelmed at the idea of writing Long Fics, then don't write one! write shorter parts that Combine and Create a long fic! :-) see what i mean? this is also an effective way to show time passing in your fic instead of just "~*~ two years later ~*~"-type of disclaimers.

chapters shouldn't be more than like... 3 google doc pages and paragraphs should be broken up. i like keeping my fic chapters short-ish so that they're easily digestible and force readers to Linger on the parts that i want them to. giant walls of text can sometimes put Huge Moments in your fics at the risk of getting lost!

let yourself sit on it for at least 2 days before you post it. do not read your own fic during the "sitting on it" time. let yourself back away from it and invite your mind to think about other things!! i've caught a LOT of my own mistakes or inconsistencies this way!

much easier said than done, but try not to let yourself get wrapped up in "the numbers" of posting (views, kudos, etc). obviously our goal as creatives is to get our work seen, but please remember to value yourself and your art above the numbers game! ;-; it literally took me a year (as of january lol) of constantly promoting my fics on twt (and later on here once i made an acct) before i found all of the amazing readers i have now! ^u^ and i wouldn't trade them for the world. i'd happily take 10 readers who comment and talk to me like a person over 100 hits/kudos or whatever!

that being said, don't be afraid to promote your fics. i felt annoying and stupid promoing mine but i'm ultimately so glad i did

there are probably others but i think these are my biggest ones (other than delving into like. tf2-specific "guides" i have for myself but i won't bore you with those). as far as tips for outlining or planning, i just have a channel in my gf and i's server dedicated to my fic that i post random snippet's i've written and want to include, random one-word concepts, like literally any time my brain has a Fic Related Thought i slap it in there. i'm also a huge fan of Linear/Traditional outlining too and do that with my more Complicated/Larger concepts that i want to execute in my fics so that i can stay consistent! :-)

ILYYY BEST OF LUCK ON YOUR FIC WRITING ENDEAVORS MY FRIEND! ^u^

[theshrirammillenniumschool]

Screenagers & Studies: Striking a Balance in the Digital Age

Children are addicted to screens, and this digital age has revolutionized how we learn and connect. Today's parents have to manage this dynamic world of digital technology and their "screenagers," which seems to be a tough job. Parents have to find a way to balance screen time and studying for their children. 

The counselors of the schools in Gurugram have brought the parents a guide that will offer them strategies that can strike a balance to promote a safe academic relationship between the child and technology. 

Understanding the Mind of the Screenager

When children reach their teenage years, their minds and brains are not mature enough, making them easily susceptible to the glamor of technology. Social media platforms and games are designed to be attractive and rewarding. These high-definition addictive games and alluring videos on Instagram trigger dopamine, which releases the "feel-good" chemical in the brain. This develops a craving for seeing more screen time, which affects their focus and motivation for studying.

Activity 1: Self-Awareness

As a mom, question yourself before setting boundaries. What are your technology habits? How often do you check Instagram? Does the time you spend impact your work or your responsibilities? You can set up a digital well-being app to monitor your usage and check your technology habits. Children walk in their parents' footsteps, so be mindful of your own little habits. 

The Two Sides of the Screen

There are two sides to a coin, and so does technology. Educational apps, e-books, podcasts, online courses and many other practical tools have become learning assets. Here are some ways to make use of the positive side:

Educational Apps & Games: Parents can check educational apps and games that cater to their child's learning style and interests. These interesting apps and games can make studying more engaging.  

Online Courses: Nowadays, plenty of online courses offer extensive learning opportunities. They can help your children learn more about specific subjects or even learn new ones, like coding or robotics.

Activity 2: Tech for Good

You can have an open conversation with your child and help them understand the positive aspects of technology. Ask them about their interests and help them identify some apps, websites, or online courses that they can utilize for their learning. 

Drawing A Healthy Boundary

Parents and children should identify the valuable online resources and make a shortlist. According to the schools in Gurugram, guardians should draw a line between their study time and screen time. Here are some strategies that can assist you:

Screen Time Schedules: You should create a daily or weekly screen schedule for your child. Allocate specific hours for studying, games, and relaxation. 

Create Screen-Free Zones: You can create screen-free zones in the house and ask your child to follow the rules strictly. This will help minimize distractions during lesson time and promote good sleep.

Be A Role Model: You, as parents, should enforce screen time rules for yourself. Do not use your phone during meal times or while you are helping your children with their lessons.  

Clear Communication: Make your child understand the importance of creating a balance and the negative impacts of too much screen time.

Activity 3: Indulging Them into a Tech-Free Activities

Parents should assist their kids in developing a coping mechanism for dealing with the urge to check their social media often. You can shortlist some engaging activities they can try during their screen-free time. There is a list which includes:

Reading an interesting book

Playing a board game with their friends or siblings 

Engage them to pursue a hobby of their choice 

Going for swimming or cycling  

Playing a musical instrument 

When Professional Help is Needed?

Technology is good, but it has a negative side. If your child is using more screen time and it is impacting their studies or mental health, then seek professional help immediately. You can meet a therapist or child counselor at top schools in Gurugram who are specialists and can provide their full assistance. You can get in touch with The Shriram Millennium School, Gurgaon and discuss your concerns!

Source: Medium.com

[ravensgyan]

10 Good Habits for a Healthy Mind

In this Hectic and busy life we all want a Healthy mind and to maintain that healthy mind we need to create some good habits in our day-to-day activities. Its help us in our anxiety and stress free days. These Habits serve as anchors, allowing us to navigate life’s challenges with a sense of calm and resilience.

Let’s talk about these 10 Good Habits

1. Exercise

Engaging in regular exercise, be it three times a week or a daily walk of 10,000 steps, contributes significantly to a healthy mind. Physical activity promotes positive mood and reducing stress. It enhances cognitive function, fostering mental clarity and creativity. Moreover, exercise aids in better sleep patterns, crucial for optimal mental well-being. Prioritizing such routines nurtures a resilient and balanced mind.

2. Being Positive

Cultivating a positive outlook nurtures a healthy mind. Optimism fosters resilience, aiding in managing challenges effectively. A positive mindset promotes lower stress levels, benefiting mental well-being. It enhances interpersonal relationships, creating a supportive environment. Embracing positivity empowers us to navigate life’s ups and downs with greater mental clarity and emotional balance.

3. Gratitude

Cultivating gratitude is integral to a healthy mind. Regularly acknowledging and appreciating the positives in life fosters a positive outlook. You need to write 3 good thing about what you did on a particular day or say 3 good thing that you are grateful that happened to you. Writing a gratitude journal make you increase more self love and generate kindness in you. many people do as thaerapy also for making their mind healthy.

4. Working on your goal

Try to do what you want in your life at least for 10 minutes makes you feel confident and mindful because you are processing towards your goal at least you are taking steps towards it. There are many people who still don’t know what they want or what their goals are, but finding or trying different things also count as a step towards your goal. it makes you keep moving and productive.

5. Morning Walk

Going for a morning walk make your mind and day fresh. You can feel more productive after having a morning walk because your mind plans doings for a whole day and if you have plan for a whole day then your day will be more useful and grateful.

6. Me -Time

Having Me – Time is necessary to maintain healthy mind. In Me- Time you can do all your favorite thing which makes you feel pampered. This practice encourages self-reflection, leading to better emotional resilience. Prioritizing “Me Time” ultimately nurtures a positive and balanced mental state.

7. Spend time with Family & Friends

Spending Time with Family and Friends nurture healthy Mind. Meaningful social interactions provide emotional support, fostering a sense of belonging and reducing feelings of isolation. . These connections offer a safe space to express feelings, alleviating stress and promoting overall mental well-being. Prioritizing such bonds enriches the mind and soul.

8. Eating more Healthy

A habit of eating healthily profoundly impacts a healthy mind. Nutrient-rich foods fuel brain function, enhancing focus and mental clarity. Eating well-balanced foods enhances mood stability and reduces the risk of mental health issues. Remember, a nourished body leads to a happier and more resilient mind.

9. Reading Book

Habit of Reading books for at least 30 minutes makes your mind more stable and calm. whenever you get anxious you need to read only and it make you think clear but also you explore new worlds, ideas, and perspectives, keeping your mind active and engaged. Just as exercise strengthens the body, reading strengthens the mind, contributing to a happier and more fulfilled life.

10. Going Meatless

Opting for meatless days a few times a week benefits your mind too. Plant-based meals are rich in nutrients that support brain health, like antioxidants and vitamins. Such choices can boost your mood and focus. Additionally, it’s eco-friendly, reducing stress on the planet for a calmer mind overall.

[blackmoonrose13]

Warning this is me just retyping my stuff I said on twitter. So if it sounds like a series of tweets yea it was one

To the people out there, how do you do the whole promoting your like store or channel or what not and not feeling, like ick about it, I don't know why but when I try to do stuff like that I feel ick about it, I know I need to do that to make the funds but like -shutter-

My current theory is at the moment, due to being on the internet so long, and on deviantart where there was a period you would get harrassed for promoting your stuff, like doing it in places not allowed that makes since, I am talking when you promote on your own stuff, people would get hostile and call you like a sellout and stuff.

Also years upon years of people telling me even if it was me trying to promote my stuff or talk about my accomplishments I would get shot down and told to humble myself, or I am bragging, or the like. So like is there a way to like stop that?

I just want to be able to make funds in stuff I enjoy.

It also doesn't help when most socials which you need for networking and growth also supress the hell out of anything talking about another site even if not a social media. Looking at you tiktok and tumblr back in the day

I also don't want to come off as one of those you know abrasive (is that the word?) influencer types. I am trying to use the system the best I can but that still feels stacked against me and pushing the pay to win or know someone scheme, which I personally hate.

And I don't have high enough funds to like have a social media manager, I might make funds but not that much you know? So like...what do I do? I have been at this for like 10 plus years and still odds are forever against me because I am not a certain way, or will pay someone.

and while yes I do stream 3 times a week, I could do it more than that, but I have limited energy to do that, and I feel like you need to be high energy to do that, mine dips and flows, I can't create and post art on the daily, I am not a fast artist and have perfection issues

I really don't really do art trends because I don't relate to them or like them, or I am too slow on the stuff and the trends is gone in like a week, which thats an issue with social media in gen, Like if you are a slower, low energy person, you are kinda screwed with how internet is now

This is a combination of I need to improve my self and also a big point out how fucked up social media and internet culture is these days, and yes I sound like old woman yells at cloud, this is a MASSIVE PROBLEM, remember that talk of burnout that yall dropped? Yea this is it.

I worry that internet culture didn't listen to that talk, or take anything in, Yes you go "Oh take a break if you need it" but socials don't they just want you to feed the free content machine. And poor man's poison is now in my brain joy. curse of adhd

I just need to ramble out into the void that is the internet, because these thoughts were in my brain while posting up content that should post up later on my socials...also fuck socials being like "Only post one type of content or else"

[micheswife]

Confessions

MICHE ZACHARIAS X SHY CADET

Miche finally tells his crush he likes her. That's it

Miche watched her from Erwin’s office as she left the headquarters to enjoy a well-deserved break. The evening sun highlighted her brunette curls, stopping just below her delicate shoulders. It was a shame really, her hair used to touch her waist when she first joined. She was so incredibly shy and anxious back then, struggling to find her place among younger people that were much stronger than her. He remembered back when she declined the promotion for the sake of her happiness. It had been 3 years since y/n joined the survey corps at the age of 20. She was a late beginner, but her analytical skills, a fateful emotional meltdown and a background in research had soon gotten her a place under section commander Hange. Y/n was not good as a fighter, but she was observant, more than Erwin and Hange. Miche could not help but notice her, she was cute after all. She had flaws, just like everyone else, but the veteran soldier was drawn to her in particular. He couldn’t remember when he felt like that for the first time. Maybe it was when he saw her for the first time, clutching a soiled handwritten application and trying her hardest to put on a brave face. Who knows? Who cares? The important part was that he liked her, she did not know and he was not going to tell.

“What are you looking at Miche? “

“N-nothing, Erwin. Go on…”

Miche went back to focusing on the meeting. y/n had already disappeared in the next lane, so there was no point looking outside. The meeting would go on for hours, as usual, veterans had no holidays.

Meanwhile, y/n made herself comfortable near the quiet riverbank. It was one of the few attractions in the little land of Paradis, especially after the fall of Wall Maria. The serene river glowed red under the now darkening sun rays. Y/n had about 30 minutes to draw something, after which it would get too dark. Problem was, y/n had no idea what to draw. So she just sat there, wondering about her life. It seemed self-indulgent to refuse work only to get out and ponder about herself, but she needed it. The chaos inside the headquarters hardly did her any good. She wanted quiet and peace, but what she had right now was just pure loneliness. Y/n had friends, but nobody close or free enough to sit under the open night sky. So she sat all alone over the wall, the cold breeze ruffling her hair. If only there were someone to hold her.

“Bottomline, all of you must prepare your squads for next month’s expedition. We can’t afford to compromise manpower. Pay attention to the weak members, we need them to come back alive. You all are dismissed.”

Miche walked out of Erwin’s office and went straight to his room that he shared with Dieter, another squad leader. He felt tired, as though he knew what was about to come. A lot of action and a shit ton of casualties, not to forget all the rigorous training he was about to deliver on the cadets.

“What a long day..”

“Tomorrow’s going to be longer, Ness.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you will make it through the expedition?”

Miche scrunched his nose at the odd yet totally reasonable question. Him and Dieter served the scout regiment since their teenage years, yet they never quite got used to the anxiety before impending doom. Against his overbearing stress, Miche gave him a positive answer hoping to lift his spirits.

“I will make it out alive, Ness. The most damage I will end up with is a lost limb, after which I will retire and live a peaceful life. Don’t worry.” Miche finished with his signature scoff, masking his true emotions. The shameless, pretentious display of cockiness was all worth the little chuckle from Ness, the most sociable, tender man among veterans.

They made their way to the dining hall after chit chatting and freshening up. Their tables had the usual serving of bread, soup and vegetables. His eyes scanned the place for the owner of those beautiful, crazy curls, y/n, she should have been back by now. He couldn’t see her anywhere. Usually it was so easy to spot her in her corner seat. Perhaps Hange assigned her some work, but he couldn’t risk revealing his crush by asking the overly-energetic squad leader. So he quietly finished his plate, feeling just a little hint of emptiness because he missed y/n.

“Nifa, find y/n and tell her I want her in the lab tomorrow at 6am sharp.” Mike overheard Hange speaking from a couple of tables away.

“Yes captain.” Nifa quickly finished her meal and left the dining hall and eventually the headquarters. Her face made it clear that she had done this several times now and Miche was not surprised. Y/n was often in her own head and stayed out for a long time. Miche just found it unusual for her to stay out this late. It was cold outside, no person in their right mind would stay out past 8pm. He wished he knew what was going on inside the girl’s head that made her personality so withdrawn, but he did not have the time. He needed to draft a schedule for this week’s training and tests for the cadets. Just the thought of sitting in an office doing paperwork with a candlelight flickering throughout the night made him feel calm. He was extremely skilled on the field, but he liked doing paperwork too. His studious side was something only his immediate squad and other veterans were familiar with. Sometimes he couldn’t help fantasizing about sharing his study with y/n. Aside from his feelings, y/n had the brains to draft a perfect test that tapped into all the necessary skills for the next expedition. After all, that was what she had been doing before joining the survey corps, albeit in a different field. Miche stopped in his tracks as an idea struck him. He felt dumb, so dumb. He had drafted so many tests, all by himself, fully knowing that there was someone that could probably do it better than him. Fully knowing that y/n had been a psychology student, and she had perfected the theory subjects after joining the survey corps. He turned around and approached Hange.

“Would you mind if I borrow one of your soldiers for a while?”

“That depends, Miche, who are you talking about?”

“Y/n, I need her help drafting the tests tonight. I think she can do a good job.”

“You are right.. I’ll let her know.”

“Tell her to be in my office by 9;30 tonight.”

Miche left for his office to begin work, he wanted to finish as much as he could before y/n showed up. Because work was not the only thing he was concerned about. He knew exactly what he was doing, it was dubious, but he needed to do it. It was funny how a few hours ago he thought he’d never confess his feelings, but later created an opportunity to do that exact thing. He couldn’t believe himself.

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It was 9;30 sharp, and Miche heard a soft knock on his office door.

“Come in, it’s unlocked, and take a seat before me.” He said without lifting his head.

Y/n made herself comfortable and glanced over three open books and a single page. Miche was writing down questions.

“Alright y/n, I need your help drafting the question papers for tomorrow’s tests. Of course, you will be exempted from actually taking the test as a reward.”

“Understood, sir”

“Good, now I want you to create 30 questions that combine the concepts of formations, weaponry and strategy. Make them difficult, and make sure to base it upon the last 5 expeditions.”

“Alright-”

“You have 2 hours to finish this.”

“Okay..” y/n walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed a heap of books. Miche raised his eyebrows in confusion,

“How are you going to refer to that many books and finish it within time?” Miche questioned her.

“I will, don’t worry.” y/n’s sudden confidence took him aback.

“Well good luck.”

Time flew by quickly as both of them were engrossed in their work, the only sounds coming from the candle and turning of pages. It wasn’t peaceful to be precise, y/n was turning pages with such aggression it made the section commander steal glances at her. She would flip through the pages and write down important points, constantly checking the time as she worked. Her handwriting got messier as time flew by and Miche couldn’t help but notice. He could tell that y/n totally had the plan to give those cadets a hard time. She had a weak, but cocky smirk the whole time, and Miche was just glad that he was not one of the people that would need to take the test. He knew that expression and aggressive handwriting very well. She always wore that smirk while writing exams, and everytime she came out on top. Miche knew she was overcompensating for her sub-par physique and iron-deficiency that interfered with her ODM skills, but that semblance of confidence on her face always turned him on. Her hair was still messed up, she struggled to keep that twisted fringe out of her face.

“Where’s the ruler?!” Y/n asked loudly, shaking Miche out of his trance.

“Wait…” He fished out a ruler from the clutter in his drawer and handed it to y/n.

“What are you drawing?”

“A wrong diagram of the latest formation.” Y/n replied curtly.

“I see.. Good.”

Miche was organizing his drawer after finishing his work when y/n handed him the tests. It was 11;30 sharp. The ink had somehow gotten between y/n’s fingers. Miche went through all seven pages of three extremely complicated tests and shot a glance at y/n, who looked like she was awaiting his praise. She was sitting with her back straight, wide eyed and messy hair. Miche chuckled, and y/n smiled. She knew she had done those cadets dirty with her questions.

“You have a naughty side, don’t you?” “Kitten” , was the term Miche refrained from using at the end.

Y/n nodded with a cheeky grin. The section commander squinted and got up from his chair, towering over her. A faint blush crept over her cheeks as she broke eye contact with him, staring down at her feet instead. Her delicate shoulders now looked tensed up under her transparent, embroidered shoulder shawl. The pile of paperwork didn’t allow him to notice her beautiful blush pink dress. She had embroidered little flowers to accentuate her figure all the way down to her hips.

“You look beautiful in that dress.” Miche blurted out, causing her to blush harder and breathe unevenly.

“Thank you, sir..”

“Look at me when you speak.”

“O-okay..” she slowly raised her head, still not wanting to make eye contact.

“I will be straight to the point y/n… I like you, not just as a comrade.”

“Understood.” y/n was taking quick, short breaths, causing the tall blonde to get on his knees. She had gone back to her timid mouse state and he could no longer read her.

“Are you scared right now?” Miche tried hard to not sound like a creep.

“No, I like you too!”

“That’s -” he began to speak but got cut off.

“More than a comrade, if you were wondering…” she trailed off shyly. Miche kept staring at her, dumbstruck at her honest confession. This whole time he had no idea about her feelings.

"When were you planning to tell me ..?" Miche asked, pulling a chair behind him. He was still leaning towards y/n with an expression of pure shock.

"I… Never planned on saying anything." Y/n's expression saddened as she looked at him with her doe eyes.

"I can understand.". he was telling the truth. The realisation that their confessions were a result of his impulsive decision dawned on him. He couldn't take his eyes off her form. She looked anxious, fondling with her pendant in one hand.

"Do you want to take this further?" Y/n asked with a shaky voice, and his answer was immediate.

"Yes."

She looked straight into his eyes and smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" The 35 year old man felt like a teenager trying to walk on eggshells. The woman before him giggled and nodded in approval, finally lifting her hand from the pendant. She was starting to settle down, although the butterflies in her stomach made it difficult. Miche was about to lean in when she stopped him and got up from her chair.

"I forgot to lock the door." She said naughtly.

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Okay, I really wanted to turn this into a smut, but I am too chicken. 🙈🥺

[muffinlance]

Hi! I have a short story I'm writing and would like some help 1. Editing and 2. Figuring out how to post/market it?? I don't want to post it on AO3 since it's original and I might want to write a couple and publish them together, but I don't know how to get started on that or where to go to do it. Would you recommend some kind of patreon??? Or should I post it somewhere else that would allow me to publish it later?? 🤔 very confused and thought you might have advice. Thanks!

Editing:

Can't recommend Critique Circle highly enough. Feel free to try out other places, but I've definitely had the best luck finding quality crit partners there; moreso even than at paid sites.

Pro Tip: you will learn far more about editing from giving critiques than from getting them; it trains your brain to self-edit, and gets around that filter that makes it hard to see errors in your own writing. Many's the time I've pointed out a weak point in someone else's story, then had a fridge logic moment of "...Wait, that's in my story, too."

If you want additional how-to-find-good-crit-partners-on-the-internet tips, that's a whole 'nother post (and one I will gladly write).

Publishing:

Unless you have some kind of overwhelming preference, always start at the highest paid market that suits your story and work your way down.

A good place to start looking for markets is at professional societies for your genre; they usually maintain "qualifying markets" lists for membership requirements, aka "these are the places that don't pay utter crap and which we therefore acknowledge as not trying to screw our writers over". For example, the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America's membership requirements, with qualifying markets list. I've found it helpful to make a spreadsheet of markets that's sortable by pay rate. If anyone wants the SFF version of such a list, hit me up, I can share my doc.

Patreon et al:

Sites like this work best if you already have an established fanbase. Most writers I've seen working this angle have started with publishing through free platfoms (forums, Tumblr, Royal Road, etc) and link to their Patreon/Ko-fi/whatever from there. Patreon-type sites do not promote you, so unless you've got a strong following somewhere else, directly starting there won't get you anywhere. Doesn't hurt to start one early and link it with your free content, though. Patreons also favor those who can keep up a steady, prolific content stream; for a singular short story, I'd try for the pro magazine market first.

(Most pro publications only buy the rights to the first publication of your story, so you'd also be able to re-post that content to a Patreon later. Get paid twice!)

Good luck with your story! <3

[jonahlovescoffee]

“look at me” | J.M.

a/n: ok guys i wrote smut in honor of the release of wdw’s new album that includes a smutty song D: so first i would like to clarify that i’m still a 15-year-old virgin so i have absolutely no idea in how sex goes and i don’t read a lot of smut in general so i apologize if any mistakes are made in my writing :) anyways happy reading!!!

summary: you and your boyfriend sneak off to have some fun. (this is probably the worst summary i’ve ever written)

warnings: oral, blood kink, dirty talk, making out, unprotected sex (but on a serious note, wrap it before u tap it guys!) so read at your own risk luvs <3

word count: 5022

“do what you want to me nobody gotta know”

You felt Jonah’s lingering stare on you all the way through dinner at his house. His alert eyes followed your every move and he didn’t even bother to be more discreet about it. He and his band had just returned from tour and usually, you both would spend the first few weeks constantly exploring each other’s bodies as you released all the lust that was bottled up inside you for far too long but this time was different. After your recent promotion in your department at work, your workload had gotten twice as heavier and you soon found yourself being too busy to indulge in any form of entertainment, including spending time with him in the bedroom as he desired. As expected, he was now extremely close to his breaking point and was perfectly capable of ruining you once both of you were alone.

Yet being the mischievous person you were, you decided to tease him a little and test his limits. With an innocent smile plastered on your face the whole time, you let out an exaggerated moan of pleasure when you tasted Christina’s cooking and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth on purpose for more times than you could count, not forgetting to make sure that he was at the perfect angle to see what you were doing.

He had his meal silently, not speaking unless he was spoken to and when he did, the evident strain in his voice did not go unnoticed by you, so did his clenched jaw and his knuckles that had gone slightly white from clutching onto the cutlery a little too hard. No one else noticed the sexual tension between you both despite it being so thick that one could cut it with a knife, which made this silent exchange between you and your boyfriend many times more exciting.

Once dinner was over and all the dirty dishes were taken to the kitchen, Jonah caught your wrist in a tight hold when you were about to enter the living room. “You’d better stop what you’re doing, sweetheart,” he warned once the others were out of earshot, already in front of the TV having an argument about which movie they should watch. “It isn’t funny at all.”

“I never said it was,” you gave him a toothy grin which agitated him more. You used your free hand to cup his cheek, tracing it softly with your thumb as he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, exhaling a shallow breath. You stood up on your tiptoes and leaned your face closer to his, your lips barely inches apart. “You’re always so needy for me, love, I’m terribly flattered,” you said, your lips brushing his with every word. “And I want nothing more than for you to take me now,” you continued and you felt his entire body stiffen.

“However,” you let your hand trail down from his face, over his muscled torso, then allowed your fingers to play with the waistband of his black ripped jeans. His eyelids fluttered open as his breathing turned ragged for your fingers were so close—so dangerously close to his member that was growing harder and harder by the second. And you weren’t even doing anything. “I don’t want to do that with your friends around,” you gave him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away and wiggling your wrist out of his grasp, leaving him wanting for more.

“You’re gonna be the death of me y/n,” he growled furiously at you, earning an extremely sweet smile from you.

“I know,” you chirped happily and proceeded to skip to the living room. “Oh and Jonah? Try to hide your excited buddy would ya’? He’s being too obvious,” you tisked with displeasure, gesturing to his southern region.

“I wonder why,” he muttered sarcastically to himself as he adjusted his pants to make the bulge in them less obvious as best as he could.

“Come on guys, the movie’s starting!” Corbyn hollered from where he sat on the couch with his girlfriend by his side, to which you replied with a simple “coming” before grabbing the bowl of popcorn off the coffee table and plopping down onto the other end of the couch.

“I’m here, I’m here, jeez,” Jonah hopped over the back of the couch and landed beside you shortly afterwards, the impact sending few popcorns flying out of the bowl. You shot a death glare at him as he rested his arms over your shoulders and opened his mouth, a silent request for you to pop a popcorn into his mouth (which you obliged), his eyes fixed on the wide tv screen, acting like you both didn’t have the conversation just seconds ago.

Because of how sexually frustrated you were, it was impossible for you to concentrate on the movie when his finger was idly tracing random patterns on your upper arm from where his hand rested, turning your mind into a fuzzy mess and blurring all your senses together until all you could focus on was his touch that had somehow travelled to your neck, stopping at the sensitive spot beneath your ear.

“Wanna suck this part so bad,” His whispered into your ear, his warm breath making your skin tingle with pleasure as his finger circled the spot with his finger several times, causing your breathing to hitch, momentarily stunned by his words. Before you could say anything though, he pulled away completely with a chuckle, choosing to place his hand on your thigh instead.

This bastard. He knew the effect his simple gesture had on you and he was shamelessly wielding it to his power.

Without a word, you placed your left hand lightly on the front his black ripped jeans as you planted a kiss on his collarbone, frowning when he didn’t offer you any reaction at all, pretending to be too fixated with the movie to even notice what you were doing. Fine. Two can play this game.

You glided your hand ever so lightly like the soft caress of the cool night’s breeze over his crotch at first, subsequently picking up the pace and pressure as you went, palming him discreetly with your clueless friends sitting merely several feet away from you. Beneath your palm, you could feel his member pushing against the material of his jeans almost immediately as he emitted a soft groan from his lips.

“Fuck,” he breathed, tightening his grip on the back of the couch as he bit back another groan when your lips came into contact with his jaw and slowly made their way down his neck, leaving faint red marks on certain spots where you had nipped softly along the trail of kisses. “What are you doing?” He seethed through his gritted teeth, a sign that he was annoyed at you for driving him to the brink of losing every last bit of his self control but he made no move to stop your actions.

“What’s wrong with expressing my love for my boyfriend?” You teased which made his frown deepen, grabbing your moving hand in his, abruptly stopping your movements.

“Expressing your love, huh?” He grabbed your chin and forcefully tilted your face so you were looking at him straight in the eyes. Even through the darkness of the dimly lit living room, you could make out every defined details of his attractive face—his chiseled jawline, the perfect arc of his slightly furrowed brows, his elegantly straight nose and most importantly the flame of lust that was burning like wildfire in his eyes. “Why don’t we take this elsewhere if you really wanna do so, sweetheart?” He asked but his dark tone made it sound more like an order instead of a question, your previous playfulness dissipating instantly.

You wanted to retort, reminding him that you had told him that you weren’t inclined of doing that in the presence of his friends but you weren’t stupid. You knew very well that if you continued to push anymore buttons, he would not let you get away with it easily.

“Good,” he said and let his hand drop from your chin. “Let’s go then.”

Without a word, Jonah dragged you off by the hand towards his room, brushing off the prying questions from your friends with a simple “she’s not feeling well”. You didn’t say anything as you followed after his fast-paced footsteps, almost tripping over your own feet because of the giddy excitement that you felt at the moment.

He kicked the door shut behind him once both of you entered his room, his hands already all over you and your lips connected with each other’s in a heated kiss with his tongue in your mouth, exploring every corner of it, asserting utter dominance before you had a chance to react, making you gasp and habitually let your hands drift to the front of his lavender hoodie to pull him closer as you tilted your head so that he could kiss you deeper. He blindly spun you both around so your back collided against the door and pinned you against it before breaking the kiss, biting your bottom lip slightly as he pulled away to your dismay. You wanted to taste more of him so you tried to tug him down once more to collide his lips with yours but he stopped your actions with a low growl.

“What do you want from me, sweetheart? Teasing me all day like that,” he asked sternly, staring down at your petite figure that was trapped between his arms. Under his intense gaze of his once vibrant hazel eyes that were now nearly consumed by the black of his dilated pupils, your brain shut down all of a sudden, subsequently taking away your ability to form words in your head, let alone speak. He inched closer until your breath mingled with each other’s. “Fine, since you’re not going to speak, we’ll do this my way then,” he finally said when you remained speechless. You felt a tingling feeling between your thighs at the anticipation of what he had in store for you.

“Get on your knees, now,” he ordered and you obliged right away without a second thought. You didn’t need any further instructions to know what he wanted you to do next for his intentions were already clearly written on his face. In a blink of an eye, you already had his belt undone and his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, shuffling them down his legs along with his boxers, just low enough to reveal his considerable length standing proud and tall in its full glory. The sight of it never failed to make your eyes go wide in amazement and your mouth go dry no matter how many times you had seen it. “You want to express your love, babygirl, now’s your time to do it. Go on,” he urged, making you groan softly at his forwardness. “Show me how much you fucking love me.”

You did not wait another second to wrap your hands snugly around his member to give him several good long strokes before taking it in your awaiting opened mouth, flicking your tongue just over his sensitive head and sucking it a little to taste some of the salty precum. He let out a soft groan, one hand still keeping a firm grip on the counter as the other pulled your long hair back to give you more room. You proceeded to leave open-mouthed kisses down his length, your warm exhales across his aching dick teasingly torturous, not forgetting to lower your head to lick his balls before moving your mouth back up his length again. You felt his hand on your hair tighten as you purposely took your sweet time of savouring every inch of him ever so slowly instead of going hard and fast just like he wanted.

“Tease me more, baby, and you will regret it later,” he said with all seriousness and you knew that he wasn’t joking. You spit on the tip a little before fitting him into your mouth once again, then sliding down while your hands were kept snug around the base of him to help jerk off the rest of him that couldn’t fit in your mouth. You gradually picked up speed, your hands meeting your lips in steady movements as you started to bob your head quicker up and down his shaft, his breathing turning rhythmic and heavy, small moans let out with every exhale as you worked him.

Jonah was in pure ecstasy as he watched you take his dick so well on your knees, saliva dribbling down your chin as you licked and swirled your tongue over all the right spots, earning involuntary groans after groans of pleasure and making him instinctively push his hips forward into your mouth, consequently making you gag lightly as you neared your limit.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it, you’re doing so good,” he managed to say between ragged breaths, “but is that all you’ve got?” His grip tightened on your hair immediately and before you knew it he was pushing you back down quickly and then tugging at your hair to pull you off over and over again just as you were about to pull back to breathe. Your hand fell from the base to the back of his thigh to keep yourself steady as he thrusted into your mouth nonstop, focussing on keeping your jaw lax despite the protests of your gagging reflexes.

“Deeper,” he instructed strongly as you gagged, your tongue pulling back last. Tears stared to prickle at the edges of your eyes and you glanced up at him, subtly shaking your head to tell him that you couldn’t go any further but he wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. He had spent more than enough time in the bedroom with you to know your body better than you do and he was sure that you hadn’t reached your limit yet despite your denial to his request.

“Come on, I know you can do this, sweetheart,” he drawled, your hesitation had his hand pushing your mouth down his length by your hair until it reached the very back of your throat as your nose touched his stomach, making you wince at the discomfort. Yet you continued to bob your head, taking almost his entire length in your mouth. You pulled back a little and brought your hand back to the base to give him quick hard tugs as your tongue glided across his tip until he was biting down on his bottom lip with his eyes close as you felt him twitch inside your mouth, almost reaching his high. His erotic groan that followed sent heat pooling at your core and was starting to ache for touch.

So you silently slid a hand into your panties, your dress making it terribly easy to access the sensitive part between your thighs and you soon enough found yourself touching yourself while your other hand continued to jerk him off in your fist. You fully removed your mouth from around his tip to give him kitten licks, also partly because you found it incredibly hard for your moans to escape with his member in your mouth without gagging.

Your discreet movements did not go unnoticed by him and he pulled you up by the collar of your button-up dress all of a sudden, taking you by surprise. His other hand moved to pull up his jeans and boxers. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, did I?” Jonah growled in your face when you reached his eye level. “Such a desperate little whore,” he tisked disapprovingly while shaking his head at you. His tone was condescending, as you were some sort of trash that was greatly frowned upon by everyone. “Fucking answer me when I’m talking to you.”

“I just want to relief the ache,” you whined as he dragged you towards the bed forcefully, taking you by surprise, causing you to stumble over your own two feet and crash into him when he suddenly stopped walking and turned around to face you. “I want you to make me feel good, please,” you begged him with pleading eyes but it was no use.

“Naughty little girls like you don’t deserve to get want they want, do they?” He asked and you nodded in response, earning a warning snarl from him. “Don’t you understand what I say, slut? I said open your filthy mouth and use your fucking words.”

“Yes, Jonah.”

“So prove to me why I should forgive you.”

“Gladly,” sike.

You placed your hands on his chest and leaned your entire weight onto him, making both of you fall backwards against the floor, before you were taking off his hoodie. Your hands were already roaming his muscled torso while your lips connected to his neck, giving him sloppy kisses all over his neck, sucking and nipping just enough to leave faint marks that were barely considered as hickeys at all the wrong places, having engraved the exact places of all his sweet spots in your mind but avoiding them all on purpose just to spite him and forcing him to give you what you wanted.

You knew that if you had complied to his wishes, it would do you no good at all. It would’ve taken you longer to get what you wanted and you didn’t have the patience to wait. Just like how he knew dirty talk was capable of driving you insane, you also knew that your disobedience would make his mind go completely haywire, especially when you were doing everything wrongly.

That’s why you were honestly surprised when he actually waited a full moment until you started kissing down his chest before grabbing your shoulders to flip you over so he was hovering over you.

“You just can’t stop being a shitty brat, can you?” He licked his lips quickly before attaching them to your neck, right at the spot where he traced with his fingers earlier, and sucked hard, making you moan and cling onto him tightly with your hands tugging on his soft brown hair, keeping him close as he repeated the same actions on different spots, turning you into a moaning mess. “This is how you pleasure someone,” he demonstrated by ripping your dress apart and unhooking your bra in one swift motion before he started to massage your breast as his lips worked wonders on your neck, fully hoisting himself up with only one hand. You instinctively grinded against him, the soaked thin fabric of your panties and his jeans being the only barriers separating his length from your entrance.

“But this is how you mark someone up,” without a warning, he sank his teeth deep into the flesh near your collarbone, hard enough to draw blood, forcing a gasp out of you due to the pleasurable pain that shot through your entire body at the mere action. He wasn’t even nipping anymore — he was biting you, exactly like how a vampire would bite its prey before sucking the life out of it. He sank his teeth deeper causing more blood to ooze out of your body, which he, in turn, sucked and swallowed every single drop of it. With a final swirl of his tongue around the prominent bite mark, he pulled away far enough for his entire face to be in your field of vision, his teasing grin showing off all his teeth that was stained in red with some of your blood.

You pressed your thighs against each other in hopes of generate some kind, any kind of friction to soothe your aching core that was pulsing so furiously as soon as you beheld his sharp canines that was stained the reddest.

And he slowly let his tongue glide over all his teeth, wiping them clean as you watched intently, mumbling a soft “fuck” while staring wide-eyed at him in disbelief.

He moved the hand from your breast to the sensitive area between your legs and dragged his fingers over your entrance, to find you completely drenched with arousal.

“Never expected you to have a blood kink,” he smirked with satisfaction at his discovery, “but I guess you do now, huh?” He ripped your panties off without a second thought like it was the most natural thing to do in the world.

“Jonah, what—”

“Your flimsy little underthings always get in the way of things,” he cut you off mid-sentence before you could protest further.

“But—Fuck,” words failed you when he started to rub painfully slow circles around your fluttering core with his thumb while he dragged his middle finger up and down your slick folds, teasing at your entrance. You rock against his hand to get that friction you craved yet he kept the moving pace of his hand so damn slowly that whimpers fell from your lips, much to his delight.

“For someone who was reluctant to fuck with my friends around, you sure are goddamn needy for me right now,” He attached his lips to yours once again to drown out your noise, your lips moving in perfect sync with each other’s as he licked his way into your mouth. A wave of warmth washed over you as your tongues entwined, making your toes curl, unfurling all your senses as the taste of his lips and his touch silenced all thoughts.

Except one.

“It’s no fair that you still get to keep your pants on when I’m already naked,” you said, breathless once you detached your lips from his after the heated kiss, placing your hands on his toned chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, his hot exhales fanning your face. He let out a light laugh but it sounded far from amused.

“When can you learn how to fucking behave, baby?” He lowered onto you, his lips falling to meet the bite mark he left on your skin, kissing it softly once. Then twice. “Or do you need me to remind you who you belong to?”

You didn’t expect him to choose that moment to slip a finger inside you without any warning, pumping it in and out of you as his thumb continued to rub your bundle of nerves. You slid your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible to you. Pitchy moans escaped you, ringing across the room as he gradually picked up speed.

“I said we’re doing this my way, understood?” He asked sternly, which you replied with a breathy “yes”.

“And I can do whatever the fuck I want, no questions asked,” he added another finger into you, making you arch your back towards him, your mouth hanging open in bliss as your moaning continued. He drank in the wonderful sight of your body reacting so beautifully to his actions. “Got it?”

“Yes...yes, Jonah,” you could barely get the words out of your mouth when his fingers sped up and you habitually spread your legs open wider, your eyes shut as his fingers worked their magic. Your eyes were screwed shut as your brows furrowed, concentrating on the immense pleasure that consumed you at that moment, your mind barely able to function at all. Sooner than you expected, your legs started to tremble with desire for release. “Jonah, I’m close, I’m really really close,” you whispered shakily and he exerted more pleasure on your clit.

But just as you were about to finally reach your high, he pulled his fingers out of you rapidly, leaving you empty and begging desperately for him to put them back inside you.

“Should’ve thought about this when you disobeyed me so many times today, sweetheart,” he said with an evil grin, “and bad girls don’t get to cum.”

“Nor do they get to pick the positions too but,” he sat back and looped one arm around your knees and another around your shoulders to pick you off the ground before laying you on his plush, comfortable white bed that felt like heaven in contrast to the cold hard ground you were laying on just now. “I’m going to let the latter slide this once.”

“So tell me what you want to do, baby, the choice is all yours,” he nibbled your earlobe from where he laid beside you, his arms tucked securely around your waist, keeping your body pressed flush against him. You could feel the tent in his pants that was pressing against your backside and the words left your mouth before you yourself could even process them properly.

“I want to ride you.”

He untangled his arms from around your waist and sat up so he was leaning against the headboard. “Show me what you’ve got, love,” he said, nodding his head at you, urging you to do whatever you wanted.

You quickly slid down his jeans and boxers to let his now completely hard and throbbing cock free, already. With his hands tucked behind his head, he licked his lips as he watched you pumped his member a few times before positioning yourself over him and lining yourself up. You gripped his shoulders again, looking back up into to meet his lust-ridden gaze before leaning in to give him a light kiss, which he instantly responded back with more passion. You pulled back to make sure you were lined up before you slowly sank down on to him, making both of you let out a few curses when you were fully down to his base.

“You’re so fucking tight,” He groaned as you waited until you adjusted to his size, leaning your head against his shoulder for comfort.

You slowly lifted yourself up, almost pulling away from his dick completely before you let yourself sink back down, clenching around him again as his fingernails dug into the side of your hips. You started to pick up pace, switching between grinding and moving up and down on him, his grunts encouraging you even more. “Jonah....fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you shrieked, a string of obscene profanities that you never knew that you knew proceeded to escape your mouth as you bottomed out each and every time, slamming yourself right down onto the hilt.

“You like my dick buried in your tight little hole huh? My dirty fucking girl,” He asked, watching intently as your breasts bounced with each movement, your head thrown back in pleasure as you let soft moans escape, a sight he thought was both hot and beautiful at the same time. He moved his hands back up to your waist, keeping you steady as you continued to grind and moan against him.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes, Jonah, I love it so damn much,” you managed to reply before your lips were captured in a passionate kiss with his once again, one of his hands cradling your face as you continued to ride him quicker, shifting your position a little to find a better angle so that he could hit deeper. When you finally succeeded in finding it, you held on tighter onto him, clinging to whatever that could keep you grounded to this world as you felt like you were falling off the edge of it when he sped up some more. You soon felt your insides clench around him. “Jonah I think—” you were cut short by a gasp of your own when his other hand collided with your butt, the sharp sound echoing throughout the room.

“No,” he said through the kiss without any hesitation. “You can only cum when I say so, dear,” he bit your bottom lip tauntingly and you heard the silent challenge for you to fight back against his orders as clear as day.

So you slowed down your pace, trying your very best to restrict yourself from cumming all over his dick. And he didn’t like what you were doing. “Did i say you could slow down?”

“No, but at this rate I—”

“You shitty brat never run out of excuses,” he growled before gripping your shoulders to flip you over so you were laying on your back on the bed.

“Guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands,” he said as he pounded mercilessly into you, your eyes screwed shut and your brows furrowed as you concentrated on holding your cum in. The bliss you felt at the moment was so immense that you couldn’t help but shriek his name over and over again although the effort of not approaching your high was painful at the same time.

By the time you had become aware of your hands, they were already dragging down his back, your nails piercing his skin, drawing pretty red lines along his back. “Tell me whose cunt is this, baby,” he was hitting your g-spot now and your hand moved to grip the sheets.

Prick.

“Fucking look at me when I’m talking,” he ordered sternly and of course, your eyelids flew open immediately at his words.

“Yours, all fucking yours, Jonah.”

“Good. Now, do you wanna cum now, babygirl?” He asked, picking up his pace as he chased after his own high as well.

“Yes, please please please,” you whimpered, tears already welling up in your eyes.

“Yeah, cum all over me now, baby,” he pressed a soft kiss on your lips as white ribbons of pleasure poured out of you almost immediately, just as his warm liquid was released inside you and you moaned as it filled up your insides.

“I love you,” he said when he pulled out of you and laid down beside you, leaving you empty and sore as heck.

“Love you more,” you replied, kissing the tip of his nose. “But you were too harsh on me just now,” you pouted and he smiled.

“I thought you love me putting you in your place,” he teased and you hit his arm playfully. “You gotta admit, you were turned on by my actions.”

“Shut up,” you said and he leaned in once more to kiss your pout away.

[syubub]

ENERGY CHECKUP: YOONGI (again)

Now, I know I've already done an energy check up on yoon but I wanted to see how he was doing now that he's gotten his shoulder surgery!

Disclaimer time: tarot is not to be takes as fact and is my interpretation if the cards :) entertainment purposes only~

SHIT IS STRANGE (it is Yoongi though so I'm not too shocked)

So. For starters, his energy is pretty calm and chill. He's also a bit more quiet?

I wrote a note that tomorrow is exciting... idk I wrote it down and I'm not sure if its exciting for him or for us? Maybe its just a general like, "tomorrow is a good day" type thing.

Now. 11... I wrote this down and I'm not sure why though I believe that he might be seeing 11:11 on the clock or possibly that something exciting is happening for him at 11:11 (I just checked and thats in like an hour and a half from when I'm writing this down(( update i just finished writing the whole post and it is about 11 minutes away)) idk. I make no promises but I wrote it down so there you go.

I also kept seeing plants and I'm not sure if people got him flowers or plants as a "get well" type thing or maybe he's stressing bc someone has to water his plants lol

Okay. Okay. Hear me out. Black bean noodles. It popped into my head and I was told to write it down but I'm also really hungry so take that with a grain of fucking salt. (I even pictured a nice elaborate bowl that was red as well as the take out container. Yum. Send me noodles)

MOVING ON

Here's the actual reading lol. He is bored.

Thats all. Thank you for coming.

Jk

I joke. The cards give me a kind of frazzled feeling? Its the struggle of knowing hes done something good but it comes at a cost. Yoongi works. A lot. All the goddamn time. So what now? He's having this shake up thats forcing him to deal with stuff. Him having this surgery also may have brought back some less than favorable memories/ feelings that hes being forced to deal with now. Over all though he feels like its good. The 6 of wands makes me think that he's thinking of our response when he comes back. Its like he's gonna be so much more confident in himself and his dancing and he can finally move on from the car accident? It happed so long ago but he literally carried this burden with him. Its good. The wheel of fortune and is about a change and the 8 of swords is about self imposed restriction, imprisonment and over all bad/ negative feelings. I pulled the wheel of fortune first and asked what was changing and that was the 8 of swords. This surgery is helping to free him from this restricting, painful thing that may have been reminding him of the past! YES HEALING

Now. For this section I just kinda asked "whats up?" And got, easy does it, divine life purpose l, balancing masculine and feminine energies and uplift your thoughts. He may be resting but he's got his mind working on 3,000 my dude. Its the regular "yoongi is woke af" bullshit but damn. The cards say what they say. He's preparing. I'll come back to this.

Now the 7 of cups and the 3 of swords. I asked how he felt about missing out on promoting. He's heart broken with the 3 of swords. It genuinely pains him. And with the 7 of cups he might feel like there's a lot of ways this can play out and he's considered a lot of options.

I was curious how he felt about me coming into his energy so I asked him what he thought of me. Lol. These each came out separately. We got, 2 of cups, four of wands, the empress, justice, the magician, the sun and the lovers. Ha

So. To add to the mood setting my guide said "he's a drama queen" lol yeah he is.

So so so so so. I was confused? Still am a little confused but I'm like 80.9% sure that he isn't bothered by me poking around in his energy n shit. In fact my theory is that he's using this connection to his advantage? Lol sounds dumb but my best guess is that home boy sees my energy/ what I'm doing as a way to figure out his own shit? Idk maybe he thinks I'm his energetic therapist. Maybe even a matchmaker (I mean... I have been putting a lot of energy and work into finding/ connecting with his soulmate so maybe he's letting me do all the dirty work) I really don't understand but I got no further explanation.

Oki oki oki. Now. I was drawn to 2 books. The kybalion and the prophet. I asked yoon if there was any messages that we wanted to point out through the books and I got a number for each book so I took it as page numbers. 28 for the prophet and 54 for the kybalion

Take what you will from these if it calls to you. I haven't read these since I was around 13? The sentiments for each felt important to me so I'm curious what you all might think/ feel when reading these? ( I also get the feeling that Yoongi has read the prophet idk why)

Okay. At this point I was like cool, let's wrap this up but I need to talk about his pjs? Green/grey? Plaid pj bottoms don't ask me don't ask me don't ask me I don't know but It wouldn't go away so I had write it down? Help.

I had written yoongis brother down too. Theres something about him? I'm not sure what but thats all I got lol

I was very strongly told that I needed to remember 7, that its important. Got it. Worth it down.

Oki. As I was going back to the platform blah blah blah the string turned blue too. The cord is usually white or silver but it was blue so that was a fun thing and then I was like "nice. Cool. Thanks. This was awesome, get healthy blah blah" and go to leave/ end the connection but the cord wouldn't go away.

???

What.

Then the string (idk if I said but that string shit is like on the third eye? Its connected to my forehead and his too.) Kind tightens.

I'm like, "oh shit."

Listen. Usually everything is smooth and nice and I just leave.

All is well though bc my guide is like, "stop being a little bitch" so I just let it happen.

Yoon shoves me back off the edge of the platform. Why he gotta be like that?

Now. This is strange. I had dropped down into a library.

Y'ALL

I almost shit my fucking pants. Dear god.

THE AKASHIC RECORDS MY DUDE

He started walking me around until he found a blue book. His mother fucking book.

Home boy brought me to his fucking Akashic fucking blue fucking book.

I was big mad. "YOU LITTLE FUCKER! YOUVE KNOWN ABIUT THIS SHIT?" And he was like, "duh"

I've never felt more disrespect lol

Also the way the library was presented was way way way different from how it looks to me. So thats an interesting note. Looking at his book, on the base of the spine is a number 7...

Oki. Cool. I asked if I could look and he said, "Sure, when you can find your way back."

This mother fucker threw me out of a meditative state. Have you ever woken up just before you hit the ground in one of those falling dreams? THAT WAS THE FEELING.

?? I'm not sure what the fuck just happened or if it holds actual significance.

Anyway. After cursing the fuck out of yoobi I started thinking what else 7 ment.

I was specifically told to remember 7 and it was on his book. Then It popped into my head (I want to say its because I'm smart and thought of it all by myself but I think that was my guide wanting me to keep my last brain cell safe). What is yoongis life path number?

Now I don't know shot about life path numbers but imma read up on them tonight. I used a life path calculator on Google. HIS LIFE PATH NUMBER IS 7 Y'ALL.

Maybe I'm dumb as fuck but yoobi never disappoints.

Conclusion: Yoon is fine. Hes just being a yoongi and a yoongi does.

⬆️Me after this reading⬆️

⬆️ Yoongi rn playing 12D chess⬆️

[papergirllife]

The Things Unsaid

Kim Doyoung

warnings: fluff filled smut, unprotected sex, cream pie.

*gif credits to owner.

You were holed up with the 127 members on a Friday night of drinking in, soju bottles scattered on the floor and a bottle or two of Johnny’s vodka or hennessy. The lot of you were celebrating the boys’ end of promotions and nabbing 4 wins for this album repackage.

For the boys’ successful comeback, the company decided to let them stay in the big house owned by sm up in UN Village. Since you just finished your midterms, Doyoung invited you to join them for this 3 nights holiday.

All of you were sat in a circle, playing truth or truth, since Taeyong stopped the dares after nearly setting the kitchen on fire, again. It was a peaceful yet comedic scene, with Yuta cuddling Mark and Jungwoo trying to steal Mark away, Jaehyun mumbling incoherent things to an even drunker Taeyong.

Donghyuck spun the bottle in the middle of the circle, after having to spill the tea of his browser history, annoyance and embarrassment written on his face. After what seemed like forever, the bottle stopped, landing on you.

“Well, looks like it’s our dear Y/N, everyone’s favourite’s turn to spill her guts.”

“Ask away, devil spawn.”

You’re on the tipsy side, or you wouldn’t have the guts to call Donghyuck names, thank god Johnny was holding onto him.

“Fine. Who would you date among all of us?”

“Do-

You slapped your hand over your mouth when you realised you spoke without thinking through your brain.

You looked around frantically, scanning your eyes over everyone’s expression, landing a fleeting gaze at Doyoung’s face, written in shock and confusion.

“Who is it?!” Donghyuck demanded.

You looked up from your hands that were playing mindlessly on your lap, you can’t just drop the bomb on Doyoung liike that, he’s known you since high school, a confession like this will definitely ruin the friendship the both of you have established. So you decided to force yourself, to the disliking of the tipsy side of your brain, to lie.

“It’s you, Donghyuck.”

When those words left your mouth, everyone was either screaming in frenzy or looking at you in disbelief.

“I’m gay, Y/N. Everyone knows that.”

“I know, that’s why I didn’t bother telling you.”

Your words were laced with confidence, not batting an eye at the lie you just spewed, your sober self taking over after the initial panic sat in.

“What an honour, no wonder you hate my guts, I would be frustrated not being able to date me too if I were you.”

Needless to say, Johnny told Donghyuck to stop before hurting your feelings, sending an apologetic face to your way. You grabbed the bottle and spun, your mind no longer in the game and throwing out a random question at Yuta.

Your eyes skimmed over to Doyoung for a moment, noticing him down an entire bottle as Taeil whispers something into his ear. What was his problem? You downed your own bottle of soju, wanting to calm your nerves down.

As the night goes on, one by one the boys seem to either doze off or pass out from the drinks they had, you and Taeil were the only sober enough ones to help the boys back to their rooms. Taeil was about to help Doyoung upstairs, but Mark clung onto him, saying that he wants his hyung immediately.

So Taeil entrusted you with Doyoung, who was very much drunk at the moment, it was odd to you, since Doyoung hardly drinks this much, at most a few shots, never downing one whole bottle like this, he was always the mature one among all his friends.

So you took Doyoung’s arm and slung it over yours as you guided him up the stairs, since his room is on the 3rd floor, that wasn’t an easy feat. You gave him instructions and encouragements at each and every step, Doyoung’s face was inches away from yours, so you looked down at his feet, making sure he is climbing the stairs properly, this was the safer way, for both of you.

“There you go, Do-ie. We finally reached your room.”

You said as you laid him gently down the bed, adjusting the pillow to the comfort of his neck, lighting a candle he bought along for the trip, just like how he does every night before shut eye.

Just as you finished tucking his whole body underneath the blanket, he trashes everything, a frustrated groan mix whine leaving his mouth.

“Why do you like Donghyuck among all of us?!”

“Shh! Doyoung, you’ll wake everyone up.”

You quickly closed the door of his room, enclosing the chaos that’s about to break apart.

“Why are you so worked up over it?”

“Because I like you! Since we were 16! Do you know how many years I’ve waited for you to like me?!”

“Doyoung, I’m sorry, I lied back at the game, I never and won’t ever like Donghyuck. I was about to say your name, silly. I just used Donghyuck as a cover up of my tipsy mistake.”

“Really?”

“Yes, and I liked you since we met.”

Doyoung pulled you down to join him in bed, his lips blindly crashing against yours, this wasn’t how you imagined the both of you will kiss, but as long as it’s with Doyoung, everything is the best.

Doyoung’s hands were all over your body, gently caressing every inch of your body as your fingers were tangled in his hair, keeping him close to you.

Doyoung flipped you over and was looking at you with a toothy grin, excitement and love spelled out on his face, his eyes and yours locked.

“You’re in for a long night, Y/N.”

Doyoung takes your face into his delicate hands, connecting your lips once again, but softer this time round, you love change in atmosphere, where everything was uncertain then is now in place, like jigsaw puzzles coming together.

Doyoung undresses you as you slid your hands up his t shirt,  feeling the muscles he constantly hides away from the eyes of his fans, your hands rested on his hips, content to a certain extent, pulling him closer to your touch.

You break off the kiss when Doyoung pulls the shirt off your head, you take the chance to undress him as well. His fingers make way to your upper thighs, cupping them into his warm palms, his fingers giving it a slight pinch, teasing you playfully.You playfully slapped his chest, a wide smile on your face.

“Kim Doyoung!”

“Don’t act mad on me, I know you liked it. Look at how pretty your smile is.”

You lean back, trying to cover your face from the how he pointed out one of your likings in bed, your cheeks numb from all the smiling, but you couldn’t help it, enjoying the love the two of you were basking in brings you a type of happiness you had never felt before, but somewhat familiar, even though neither of you have said the three big words yet, the both of you knew, that deep down, there has always been love in everyone of your actions towards each other.

“You know me best, Doyoung-ah.”

You lifted up your hips, signalling Doyoung to take off your shorts. He obliges, a slight blush dusting his face, hands a tad bit shaky. You sit up slowly and took Doyoung’s hands in yours, a comforting smile on your face.

“Hey… It’s still me, the Y/N you’ve known since 15. Nothing will ever change that.”

Doyoung takes a deep breath before answering you.

“Yeah, okay. I’m just worried I’m not up to your standards or I can’t make you feel good-

“Everything will be alright as long as it’s you and me.”

You took one of his hands and placed it on your breasts, the warmth engulfing you whole, but sending chilling shocks down your spine. Doyoung’s eyes were nervous with a tint of lust, this is the Doyoung you’ve grown to know, not the one who fights with Taeyong like a mad man on the daily.

You untied the knot on Doyoung’s sweatpants, making it slip to reveal his white balenciaga boxers.

“I only want this if you do, Doyoung.”

“Yeah, I do, hold on I’ll just…

Doyoung stood up to take his pants off, leaving  him standing there in his boxers.

“Don’t be shy Do-ie, take off some more.”

“You and your tiktoks.”

Doyoung shook his head at disbelief, but put on his serious face and took off his boxers, his cock slapping against his stomach, finally free from its confinements. You stared at his length shamelessly, taking in every curve and vein, your eyes wide at the size he’s sporting. Your utmost interest seemed to have peaked Doyoung’s confidence, as he crawls over your body, one of his hands playing at the hem of your panties.

“Who’s the shy one now?”

Doyoung said as he litters kisses all over your face, sensing your heated cheeks with his own. He gently tugs your panties off, hand coming down to your core to slide a finger in your slit, collecting the wetness that pooled from his actions.

“Please, Doyoung, more.”

Doyoung heeds at your demand, slipping a finger into your core, he could feel how tight and warm you are for him, he couldn’t wait to know how his cock would feel inside you.

Doyoung slips a second finger inside of you when he felt your walls loosening for him, he increased the pace of his fingers and thrusts deeper inside, brushing against your sweet spot but not quite there yet.

The moans slipping from your pretty lips could beat any instrument in this world, the way you whimper his name in between when he slips a third finger, is something he wants to keep hearing in the wee hours at night of his life.

When you were just about to reach your high, Doyoung pulled his fingers out, an annoyed whine leaving your mouth, face scowling in his direction in dislike.

“Patience, it’s our first time. I want us to cum together.”

“Then what are you waiting for? I waited my whole life for this, I want you now.”

“What Y/N wants, what Y/N gets.”

Doyoung aligns his cock at your entrance, he holds your hands in his as he pushes his tip inside, letting you adjust to the feeling of something inside you. He slowly slips inside of you as your walls stretch to accommodate his girth, inch by inch.

Doyoung stays put after he bottomed out, the feeling of your walls’ movements was driving him insane, but he told himself to keep it together as he peppers kisses on your face to distract you from the sting. When the pain turned into pleasure, you started letting out breathy moans.

“You can move now, Doyoung.”

Doyoung lets go of your hands to hold onto your hips as he rocks his length inside of you, slow but deep thrusts, making your toes curl from the accuracy of his thrusts at your sweet spot after a few times.

Doyoung could feel the sweat forming on himself as his body registers the pleasure flowing in his body because of your tight walls, a muffled groan leaving his lips every time he thrusts particularly harder, your walls clenching down on him hard.

“Doyoung, I’m close.”

Doyoung moves your legs to secure them around his waist as he thrusts inside at a faster pace, chasing both your highs, he could feel the way your fingernails scratch at his arms as you held on for your dear life as he rocks inside of you, but the pain just further fuels the pleasure he’s chasing, and for something bigger ahead.

When you reached your high, you let out a scream, Doyoung kissed you to muffle your voice before the two of you wake anyone up, your orgasm made your walls clamp down on Doyoung’s length, securing him inside of you, Doyoung tries his best to give a last few sloppy thrusts before the pleasure pushes him off the ledge, his length painting your walls white.

Doyoung brushes the stray hairs stuck on your sweaty forehead as you come down from your high, he looks into your eyes, checking to see any signs of pain or discomfort. He pulls out gently, a little cum dripping down your thighs.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough?”

Your eyes begin to droop as your body craves rest from all the love making, but you opened them wide to show Doyoung you were fine.

“I’m okay Doyoung. I’m not porcelain.”

Doyoung smiles at how the way your eyes hold so much adoration for him, he places a kiss on your forehead and smiles.

“Close your eyes and relax, Y/N. I’ll clean you up. Then we can cuddle.”