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tyunn1ngz · 5 months ago

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Yeonjun being your ceo hubby and you both got in a argument but had to go to a party so he spent the whole night talking with other people and you got bored so you went to go dance with a guy and Yeonjun pulled you back saying

"I know we aren't in good terms at the moment but if you think I'm gonna let you be touched by another man that isn't me the you are fucking crazy"

And either you tell him to fuck off and it turns into angry sex when you both get back or he drags you out the party and he drives to a empty car park and you both fuck in the backseat 😁

UR INSANNEEEEEEEEEEEE. cw hes kinda mean and hypocritical ? idk also i got so carried away w this dont ask me why its 1k words i literally dk what happened,,,,

no bc i imagine it would be something sooooo petty, something that clearly needed to just be chatted about but the time just slips and suddenly your attitude is just through the roof while you have to converse at this stupid party with a bunch of snobs who you decide in the heat of your anger he’s just like (you know he’s not)

and every word yeonjun speaks just serves to piss you off more >:( that dumb smile on his face like he didn’t upset you and then cater to everyone else with such ease. pretending like everything’s okay, like how dare he ! 🙄

the final straw being that maybe he laughs a little too loud at one of his employees jokes, leaned a little too close in to hear them, allowed touches that linger too long to be friendly intentions; all while he’s almost completely ignored you all evening, when you were only here for him anyway— all dolled up just for him to argue with you and then ignore you.

so you take your interest elsewhere, allowing whatever guest next hits you with a ‘no pretty little thing like you should be pouting like that’ to be your entertainment.

it doesn’t work as intended at first, your eyes consistently darting back and forth between this stranger and yeonjun, who seemingly doesn’t pay you any mind. you deflate a little, chugging back the rest of the champagne in your glass.

and then, this stranger, who you have yet to gain the name of, tries to touch you. he starts with a click of his tongue, grinning as he tilts his head a little. ‘come on, darling. don’t look so sad. i’ll keep you company… get you another drink?’ and his hands begin a slide for your waist.

alas! he’s abruptly stopped by a grasp on his wrist, tight and practically a chokehold around the limb. you know those fingers anywhere.

‘they’re fine. thanks.’ yeonjun says, composed and completely nonchalant on the surface of his tone. but you can see his grip must hurt, can hear the dip of frustration in his voice.

and then you’re being lead by his hands, gentle loving touch ever not present, until the breeze of night air bites at your skin. you frown, and pull yourself free from his clutch, standing before him looking just as frustrated as he seems to feel.

‘the hell are you doing?’ to which he scoffs a laugh, cold as the temperature that wisps at your face in bursts of wind.

‘the fuck are you doing?’

your brows furrow, anger settling under your skin again, your whole body tense. ‘what the fuck’s that supposed to mean?’

‘were you just going to let him lay his hands on you? you seemed real comfortable.’ he’ll tell you, tongue in cheek. it’s unbelievable, completely ironic that you feel maniacal.

‘you can’t be fucking serious,’ you smile despite yourself, ‘you cannot be fucking serious, yeonjun.’

silence falls over you two for a moment, every ticking second he just looks more and more pissed. you stand there practically urging him on, disbelief written across your features in such clear displays. yet, he’s still quiet, and somehow it scares you just a little. but fuck, he’s such a hypocrite! you’re the bad guy when he had hands on himself all night with no protest? you are the one in trouble like he didn’t ignore you all alone at his work party?

‘let’s go.’

you’re broken from your reverie of rageful stomping thoughts, the build up of all the mean things you want to scream at him quickly fading. now a little thrown off by the calmness of his voice, tone void of any actual emotion, your mouth drops open a little despite nothing to say.

‘huh?’

‘i said, we’re going.’

dumbfounded, you find yourself tugged along again, towards the car park where you think an awkward, tense ride home will await you. where you expect a pillow and spare blanket thrown haphazardly over the couch by the end of the night.

the last thing on your mental list to expect is being pushed up against the passenger side door, caged in with a finger under your chin, a hand on your hips. your eyes are frantic in search of explanation as you look up at your husband in shock.

his thumb moves to your lips, pressing into the soft flesh where you've already parted in a quiet gasp. yeonjun grins a little, eyes dark and full of mirth.

‘you've had an attitude all day, baby,' he'll say, 'you know well there's nobody else for me than you, hm? no matter how bratty you get with me.'

you gently bite as his finger in retort, 'still doesn't explain your sudden work wife, does it?'

his grin widens, a tad scary in terms of trying to provoke a more negative response. 'just like you throwing yourself at my coworker, yeah? bit desperate for attention, don't you think?'

you bristle, 'he was keeping me company while you whored yourself out, but okay.'

he doesn't falter like you want him to, but his hands tighten on you. he tilts his head.

'yeah? why don't you go back inside to him then? think he could fuck you right, sweetheart?'

oh.

you twitch a little, breath exhaled less confident than before, and he's quick to notice it with such a smug smile. you want to wipe it right off his face, but you fear everything you've built yourself up with tonight is quickly crumbling down.

'maybe he could.' but he can hear how unsure you sound, and he laughs. he's condescending you now. yeonjun hums, leaning closer.

'you don't sound so confident. what makes you think he could handle your attitude, anyway?'

you lack the words, the bite, falling so quiet as he stares at you intently. eyes trained on every tiny change your body language gives him. your eyes stare back, already glassy while your lips start to pout. but you snark once more.

'fuck you.'

it's a haze. because before you can even begin to think of saying anything further, he's got you in his backseat. you're bent over, his chest to your back, your attire completely dishevelled and underwear ripped down your legs, as he fucks into you so hard you know you'll feel it for days to come.

he pants hotly right into your ear, ‘you can be mad at me all you want, baby, but nobody touches you except me, you understand that?’

you can only mewl in response, already too fucked out as the pleasure turns your brain into mush. however, he’s not satisfied with that, and with a grunt he reels his hand back to lay a loud slap on the fat of your ass.

‘i asked you a question, i expect a fucking answer. or are you already too fucking stupid on my cock to talk?’

you sob, nodding your head frantically while you try to hold yourself up on trembling limbs. ‘yes, yes. i understand’

his thrusts manage to grow rougher, and you fall forward until your face presses into the leather of the seats.

‘so cute when you cry. you ready to apologise to me? hm? tell me you’re sorry for being such a brat to me.’

‘m’sorry!’ you cry, another spank this time landing on your thigh, ‘m’sorry, ‘jun. won’t happen again.’

he laughs as he throws his head back, hands on your hips to fuck you on his cock. he’s breathless but it’s so so hot.

‘liar. i’ve spoilt you too much. all you know now is how to get what you want. and this is what you wanted? for me to fuck some sense into you?’

you know it’s technically not true, he knows that too, but you start nodding frantically regardless. the haze of your pleasure renders you to his complete mercy.

‘yes! i’m sorry. just need you. always need you.’

‘you have me, angel.’ he grunts on a particularly harsh jolt of his hips, cock hitting a deeper angle as you cry out so loud you almost miss his words.

‘y’always have me. let me prove it to you? want me to knock you up? m’gonna make you a mommy.’

#txt smut #txt hard thoughts #💌: txt #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun smut #💌:jun

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updownlately · 1 year ago

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if you’re gonna waste my time (let’s waste it right)

| leah williamson x reader | hurt/comfort | 3.3k | disclaimer: mentions of anxiety, self loathing, negative thoughts, and depression -this delves into some slightly heavy topics so please read at your own discretion! | a/n: got this ask a while back and an idea struck to me while driving! first fic in a while that i've written in one sitting so let's see how this goes! honestly started off really strong but then idk where we went. anyways, not proofread as usual, but happy reading! take care amigos! and just know that each of you are loved, cared for, and cherished by those around you, even if you don't know it! 🫶

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Fight, flight, or freeze.

They say that every human has these three survival instincts built in.

Instincts meant to protect, to escape, but most importantly, to survive.

Responses meant to make sure that one would make it out of harm’s way, preferably unscathed.

Fight, the mechanism that evoked adrenaline. That helped you battle your way through the toughest of encounters.

That did its best to make sure you were well equipped to tackle any scuffle, minor or major, to the best of your ability.

Flight, the mechanism that helped you run- escape before you couldn’t anymore.

The one that ensured that you got out before you could be attacked- before you could be hurt.

And then of course, freeze.

Rooted to your spot, immobile as harm directed itself towards you, one only praying that you could be so still that harm skipped right past you, practically avoiding you as you let it pass.

Freeze, that left you with a pounding heart, blood rushing in your ears.

Freeze that meant you couldn’t move, body rigid, feet planted, mind stopped in time.

Freeze that kept you stuck. stuck in an endless loop of agony, of shaky breaths, of paralyzing fear.

Freeze, considered the weakest of the three.

So as you stood there, eyes wide, muscles tense, body frozen, you cursed your mind and body with all that you could, wondering why of the three instincts, freeze was what you had done in order to try and survive.

~~~

There’s something terrifying about the voices that ring in your head.

How they so scarily sound similar to the people in your life, past and present.

Voices reminding you how you aren’t good enough. How you’ve let them down. How maybe if you weren’t there, the world would be okay. That it would move on without a hitch, without a second thought, because when it came to it, at the end of the day, maybe, just maybe, you didn’t really matter anyways.

Voices that sounded like your mother, reminding you of dark nights of you hidden in your room, the harsh words ringing in the four walls of your bedroom, what was supposed to be your safe haven, now tainted with feelings of regret, of disappointment, of outright disgust.

It’d be better if you didn’t exist.

Voices that sounded like your father, angry yells late into the night, enough smashed dishes that left your hands littered with scars that’d never cease to remind you, enough nights spent under your covers silently wiping tears as you prayed that you were quiet enough.

What a waste of air.

Voices that sounded like past coaches and management that knocked you back with each word spoken, each push forward sending you feet yards back, support that felt like hindrance more than anything.

You’d be lucky if you got to play past the little leagues. It’d be a miracle that’s for sure.

Voices that sounded like fans- people that were meant to support you- but you couldn’t force them to. Hundreds if not thousands of comments left, each asking for you to be traded. Hell, they’d take a sack of potatoes if nothing else.

I can’t believe that we wasted our money on this. Can’t we just, I don’t know, get rid of her? She’s the reason we suck. Maybe if she was half a decent player we’d actually be somewhere in the league.

Comments that repeated your worth. Ingrained it into your mind. Over and over and over again.

You weren’t good enough.

Sentences that etched themselves into the forefront of your thoughts, always ready to haunt you at the slightest notice.

You weren’t good enough.

Not now, not ever.

Not for your own mother or father, never mind your siblings.

Not for your teammates, nor the fans.

It was a miracle you were even playing professionally in the first place.

God if they took one good look at you maybe they realized how poorly they fucked up by signing you.

You weren’t a good footballer, barely even a decent one. How you managed to play for this long was a miracle.

They’d notice soon enough though. They had to. They always did.

They’d notice soon enough that you weren’t good enough.

And then?

Then you’d be left with nothing, as you always were.

~~~

You didn’t know when you were led inside to the locker rooms- when that absolutely terrifying moment of being in front of the opposing team’s stands had gone from you taking a corner to being absolutely pelted by random junk.

From empty bottles (plastic thankfully), to empty food containers, balled-up programs, signs, merch, all being hurled your way, never mind the onslaught of assaults- the stands only repeating everything your mind ever told you, every, single, day.

You didn’t hear when the ref blew their whistle, nor when the rest of the girls dressed in red crowded you, some chastising the fans along with the away team, others wrapping around you protectively, quickly leading you towards the benches.

You weren’t there as you were subbed off, your mind still frozen, much like the rest of your body.

All you knew right now was that you could smell the familiar scent of your girlfriend’s perfume as the heel of your palms pressed harshly into your eyes in an attempt to cease the uproar in your head.

Breaths getting heavy, you tried your best to calm yourself down.

You weren’t a stranger to panic attacks, and even in your hazed state, you could very well recognize the oncoming situation.

Bringing your arms to wrap around your own stomach in a futile attempt to bring yourself some sort of comfort, you felt your breathing pick up as the sharp lights of the room seemed to get darker.

Room spinning, the voices in your head louder, you could only bring your knees up to your head, body now practically in fetal position as you rode out the attack.

Even with the hundreds you’d had by now, you hadn’t been able to come up with an effective method to deal with them.

So you sat there, huddled into a ball, body shaking, mind louder than ever as Leah stood above and watched helplessly.

The blonde had been there in the stands to watch you get abused, immediately making her way down to the pitch because ACL and league rules be damned, that was her girlfriend for fuck’s sake.

She stood by the sidelines, ready to receive you as the obvious substitution occurred, an arm coming to wrap around you as she led your ghost of a body to the locker rooms.

She watched as you mindlessly sat in front of your locker, not a single word uttered from you, not a single response to the quiet comforting words the blonde had whispered to you gently in an attempt to rouse you from your clearly distressed state.

She itched to reach out and touch you as she saw you slowly curl into a ball, you getting ever so smaller as she could only helplessly watch, you unknowingly flinching the second she touched your shoulders in an attempt to comfort you.

It was only when your heavy breathing died down every so slightly, nearly fifteen minutes later if the blonde’s perception was right, that she tried again, slowly coming to sit beside you as she gauged your reaction.

Seeing your shaking start to slow as well, she slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, her own body tense as she watched you stiffen up before you relaxed slightly, letting her pull you into her side as her other hand came to hold your left one.

And long after you had buried yourself into her side, body defeated with the rollercoaster of emotions you’d just experienced, too tired to think of any of the consequences of your actions, you let Leah led you- helping your pull on a hoodie and your jacket and change out of your cleats as she gathered the rest of your gear.

Helpless except able to nod in agreement as the blonde suggested you leave early from the game, you followed her quietly, not a word said from you, as she led you out of the ground and to her car, where you fell asleep within seconds.

It was only when the car pulled up to her house, a place you’d been to many times, your relationship long past new to the both of you, did you rouse, mind still not present and following the blonde.

Leah was good. You trusted Leah. Leah was safe.

The words repeating in your head, you believing they were true like all the other words that crossed your mind, you let yourself sleepily be led up the stairs and up to the ensuite.

Standing there awkwardly as you slowly came to the situation, the lights in the washroom waking you up, your shoulders sunk as the embarrassment from earlier set in.

God you were an embarrassment. First a panic attack in front of the English skipper, and now this- you stood helplessly in her bathroom like you were broken, waiting to be fixed.

You watched in dread as the blonde flitted around the joint closet, quickly gathering a change of clothes for you before she stacked them neatly on the countertop, handing you a towel and starting the shower, not meeting your eyes.

What you didn’t know was that she didn’t want to scare you off, intimidate you as her heart ached at the shameful look in your eyes.

“Take a warm shower, yeah? We’ll get you some food after, and then how about a nap?”

Unable to do anything but nod in response, your fear of upsetting the blonde, of anyone really, making itself known, you followed her instructions, locking the door as she left and starting to remove your sweat covered kit.

~~~

It’s nearly twenty minutes later when you emerge from the shower, your dirty clothes held precariously in your hands, your eyes wide as you see Leah sprawled across her bed, scrolling aimlessly on her phone.

A small smile unknowingly escapes you as you watch her nearly throw her phone, very much caught off-guard at your appearance.

Smile tightening quickly as you realized it rested on your face, your eyes met the ground, ears sharp as you noted the footsteps headed towards you.

Before you knew it, the mess of dirty clothes was swiftly taken from your hands, your gaze snapping up as you watched Leah take your dirty kit and toss it into her own hamper before turning to you.

“Alright. I’d rather you eat, but I’m not going to force you to, yeah? We can take a nap, maybe just reset, or if you wanna sit down and watch a movie or a show we can do that too…how’s that sound?”

Feeling your eyes water at the blonde’s gentle tone, feelings still overwhelming from earlier, your sights met the ground again as you meekly nodded.

Blood rushing in your ears, you felt the vibrations as Leah stepped towards you again, her hands gently taking yours.

“Nap?”

Taking her chances at guessing which you preferred, the tender tone in her voice had you easily nodding again, tears you’d been trying to hold back now escaping.

And as the blonde led you to her bed, you winced as the voices in your head picked up once again, mind baffled at why someone was treating you with this much kindness, this much care.

Choosing to ignore them for now, you smiled shyly at the sight in front of you, Leah having rounded the bed to go on ‘her’ side, the skipper tucked into the sheets, arms wide open as she shot you a soft grin, eyes sparkling with glee as she waited for you to join her.

Gingerly approaching the bed, you hesitantly pulled back the covers, eyes meeting Leah’s every few seconds to make sure you were okay, before entering, unsure of whether you were allowed to hug the blonde (even if a part of you so desperately wanted to do so).

Your question was answered for you, however, Leah was unable to see you lying down in such a stiff manner, taking matters into her own hands and hooking an arms around your waist and pulling you into her.

And as you slowly got comfortable, moving millimetres every minute until you finally found yourself resting with your head on her chest, arm wrapped around her midsection as her hand came to wrap around your waist, one running through your hair, you let yourself sink into her hold, brain quietening every so slightly as the familiar presence and scent had you relaxing.

It was only when you were on the verge of sleep, minutes later, did you hear Leah’s voice whisper into the air between you two, her lips pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as an apology as she realized her mistake of rousing you from your sleepy state.

“There’s a lot that goes on up there,” with a small nod towards the top of your head, she continued, “but it doesn’t have to stay there y’know?”

Holding her breath as she felt you shift slightly, you turning your body to listen better, she spoke again.

“I’d be more than happy to stay here and listen to you when you need it. Really, any of us would. All of the girls love you and care for you, and despite whatever people might say, you add to the team, yeah?”

Feeling you nod hesitantly at the words, Leah waited as she sensed your jaw move, anticipation killing her as you sounded out the words silently before they left your mouth- and even then, you winced slightly.

“I don’t want to be a burden…don’t wanna waste your time…”

There was something in the way the words quietly rolled off your tongue, no doubt said many times before, the sincerity behind them proving you meant them wholeheartedly- that you believed you were an inconvenience, that broke Leah’s heart.

You weren’t a burden. You weren’t.

She wondered if you’d ever seen yourself the way other’s saw you. If that coloured glass that you saw yourself through was tainted any other colour than black. Whether it was ever yellow so you’d see just how much of a ray of sunshine you were on the stormiest of days, often cheering up your shared teammates with just a single smile as you’d skip into the change rooms.

Or if you ever looked at yourself through the rose coloured glass, the same hue that would coat your cheeks as you’d interact with fans post-game, giving each and every one your undivided attention, making them feel special, and loved, and cared for.

Or whether you ever saw yourself through green, breathing life to even the dullest moments, standing tall, unwavering, as players would try to take you down on the pitch over and over again, you getting back up each time, a force to be reckoned with, one that not even the rainiest of days nor Mother nature could defy.

You weren’t a burden, and the blonde needed you to believe it, because it was the truth and nothing but the wholehearted, honest-to-god truth.

It’s why her honest admission just tumbles out, the words spilling before the defender could stop them.

“If I could hold you all night and all day, I would, without a single doubt or any hesitation.”

Her grip tightening on you as the words are spoken clearly and strongly, her placing a gentle kiss to your temple before continuing.

“If you think you’re gonna waste my time by talking to me when you aren’t doing well, then just know, that listening to you as I try and comfort you and get the chance to hold you in my arms? It’s the best waste of time I’ll ever have in my life. It’s one I’ll cherish till the end of time, because it’s never, and I mean never, a waste.”

Taking a deep breath in, the blonde felt you nod at her words, your own grip tightening around the blonde as you pulled yourself closer into her, closing your eyes in an attempt to believe her the best you could.

Leah could sense your struggle though, not ignorant to the way a small, trembling breath escaped you, frustration clear.

“You don’t have to believe me now, or any time soon really, but just know, it’s the wholehearted truth- and I’ll spend as long as you need reminding you, because you’re good enough. You’re more than good enough, and worthy of love, and a good life, and good things. You deserve love, even though your brain tries to tell you otherwise, yeah?”

When you didn’t say anything, it clear to the blonde that you were silently taking in her words, contemplating them, doing your best to believe them, she let you be, revelling in the silence as took in the feel of you being in her arms, one of her favourite feelings in the world.

The blonde could almost feel you turning her words over in your head, examining them from top to bottom as you inspected them for any indication of a lie, surprised when there wasn’t one.

Content with the way you hadn’t spoken out yet in disagreement, Leah decided to take her chances and bite the bullet.

Proposing her next idea, the blonde held her breath in anticipation, heartbeat slowing dramatically as she hoped you’d agree to her words.

“I’ll always be here to hold you, but I think it might just help if we see a professional, yeah? You and me, both of us, we’ll go, and just give it a crack?”

Feeling your hesitancy this time, the blonde pulled you closer to her gently, turning onto her side as her eyes met yours.

One hand now carefully resting on your cheek, she placed a loving kiss on your forehead, then your nose before continuing.

“Three sessions is all I ask. If you don’t want to go after that, then I won’t ask again, ever. But, just give me three sessions, and I’ll be there for each one if you want, and if nothing changes, then you’re off the hook, deal?”

There was an audible sigh of relief that escaped Leah’s lips as you hesitantly nodded in agreement.

Deciding that that was good enough for the time being, Leah smiled softly to herself, more than happy with any baby steps of progress being made.

“Just want you to love yourself the way the rest of us love you. The way I love you…”

The words were punctuated with another gentle kiss on your head, this time her lips lingering as you both basked in the touch, the blonde well aware that physical touch was your love language.

Nodding to yourself as your girlfriend’s arms wrapped around you at the end of her sentence, heart feeling just a tad bit lighter as her embrace sucked you in, you let out a sigh of relief at the quiet in your mind and warmth in your chest.

Snuggling further into Leah’s hold, you let out a shaky breath as the emotions of the day filtered out of you, you weren’t going to lie, you were terrified for the future- absolutely scared shitless for what it held. But, with Leah by your side, on your team, cheering you on, a spark of hope nestled quietly inside you, filling you with a refreshing breath, a new goal to work towards.

Not now, not soon, but slowly and surely, you’d work your way through this. You wanted to. for your sake and hers.

After all, with your girlfriend to remind you that you were human, someone that could live and not just survive, maybe you could finally teach yourself it too.

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thehereticdiaries · 1 month ago

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Into the Wonderland: Chapter One

Chapter Summary: You were just trying to enjoy lunch and get some school work done. Unfortunately, a classmate interrupted in the worst way possible and you turn to two of the other patrons for help.

Warnings: Assault, attempted force bond, asshole alpha classmate, idk let me know if I missed anything

A/N: the google doc for this series is called "mingi's squaring up" and i find that very funny also i promise i'm gonna add more to each series!! i just want to get all of the first chapters out with some one-shots in between :3

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(“Korean dialogue” / “English dialogue”)

Your afternoon class for the day was canceled last-minute. The hastily-written email came in less than 15 minutes before it was supposed to start, something about a family emergency. For you, this meant you had time to go to your favorite restaurant for lunch. You were well-known among the staff, considering one of your family friends was the owner.

“Hey, Y/N! Don’t you normally have a class right now?” The host greeted you as you approached the counter.

“It was canceled today. I’m gonna use the time to eat and work on a project for bioinformatics,” you explained. The host hummed in understanding.

“You want to sit in Minali’s section?” You nodded eagerly. Minali was your favorite server. Whenever you came in on her shift, you sat with her. The host gestured for you to follow. She led you back to a small booth in the back corner (you loved this booth because it had an outlet). You thanked the host and got your laptop set up. Minali waved at you with a bright smile. You smiled back and opened R to begin a new coding page.

“Oh, hi Y/N.” You barely started on your code when you were interrupted. You looked up and stared at the guy next to your table for a second.

“Hey! Marcus, right?”

“You remember, that’s good. It would’ve been awkward if you didn’t.” Marcus rubbed the back of his neck. Your nose scrunched up at his scent, as he wasn’t wearing any scent blockers. It was common courtesy to wear blockers when at a restaurant. You had put on patches before you even stepped in the building. The blockers made sure everyone would be able to enjoy their food without distraction. Marcus was an exchange student, so maybe he just didn’t know. You decided to let it slide.

“As if I could forget your name with how often Dr. Byeon sings your praises,” you teased with a shake of your head.

“Ah, sorry about that,” he winced.

“Don’t apologize for having such good grades. It’ll help you in the long run.” You waved a bit before turning back to your laptop. God, where did you even want to start with this code?

“Do you mind if I sit here for a minute? My friend is meeting me here soon.” Marcus pointed to the bench across from you.

“Sure, go ahead.” You jumped when he sat down right next to you. “Uh, you wanna move to the other side?”

“Nah, I don’t. I want to talk to you omega.” You glared at his use of your presentation. He smirked at you, snaking an arm around the back of the booth.

“Well that sucks for you. I’m not interested,” you sneered, slightly baring your teeth. Marcus’ face dropped to annoyance. “I think it’s best for you to leave. Go wait for your friend at the host stand.”

“Yeah? I think it would be best for you to listen when an alpha is speaking.” You rolled your eyes. So he was one of those alphas: pig-headed, easily agitated, and couldn't take no for an answer. “I’ve seen the way you look at me in class. You want me just as bad as I want you.”

“As if! I only ever look at you if you’re presenting your code, you jackass,” you spat and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I don’t believe that, Y/N. Your scent is always sweeter when you look at me.” And this was why you usually wore scent blockers to class. You could count the number of times you went to class without them on one hand.

“Dude, leave me alone or I will call over the manager.” Marcus scowled at your threat. For a tense moment, he sat in a seething silence. Your glare didn’t falter, which only pissed him off more. Then the hand that was resting on the booth snapped to the back of your neck. You jolted and shoved yourself further into the corner of the booth. Marcus lunged forward, aiming for your neck. You yelped at the feeling of his teeth scraping your scent gland.

You jabbed your fingers into Marcus’ ribs, loosening his grip on your neck. You quickly ducked under the table and crawled into the aisle. You scoffed in shock. Did this asshole really just try to force a claim on you?!

“What. The. Fuck, Marcus?” You hissed at your classmate. He leapt out of the booth and you stumbled back a few steps. You turned and rushed up to the host stand. She wasn’t there, but two men stood by the stand. They wore masks and scrolled on their phones while they waited for the host to return. The taller of the pair wore a black hoodie, and the other wore a bomber jacket. Without thinking, you wiggled your way between the pair. They looked down at you, eyebrows raised.

“Hi! Please hide me,” you pleaded. They glanced up at each other before returning to you. You gave a weak smile and puppy eyes.

“Come on, babe. You don’t need to bother these guys just because you’re mad at me,” Marcus lied smoothly. Any indication of anger had disappeared as he pulled the amused boyfriend act. The taller man (that you were currently hiding behind) moved his gaze from you to Marcus.

“I’m so sorry to bother you-”

“Hey, use English. You know I don’t understand Korean. I don’t want you lying to make yourself look like the victim,” Marcus interrupted. You looked to the man behind you. His eyebrows were furrowed, somewhere between confusion and anger.

“Do you know this guy?” He asked, stepping a tiny bit closer. Marcus glared at the stranger.

“Yeah, he’s my classmate. He came up to me and asked to sit with me while he waited for a friend,” you began rambling. They listened intently, but didn’t look away from Marcus. The smell of his anger was burning the back of their throats. “Anyway, he didn’t like that I refused a date, so he tried to force a claiming bite on me.”

“What?!” The shorter of the two exclaimed and turned back to you. The one in front of you stayed locked on Marcus, even though he startled at your admission.

“Listen, I don’t know what she’s saying to you, but she’s my girlfriend and she’s just pissed I was late,” Marcus cut in. You subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of the man in front of you, just in case Marcus tried to grab you again.

“I swear, he is just a classmate. We’re not dating. Hell, we aren’t even friends!” You huffed.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, let’s go, Y/N. You’ve wasted enough of these guys’ time,” Marcus demanded and stepped forward. You felt a hand on the small of your back. The man in front of you angled his arm to shield you from your approaching classmate.

“Yea, I don’t think I believe you,” the taller man drawled in a heavy accent. He tilted his head, sizing up the irritated alpha.

“Dude, come on. She’s fucking lying to you!”

“So? Even if her story is fake, you’re still walking around a restaurant angry and with no scent blockers,” the guy behind you spoke up. You sagged in relief.

“From where I stand, you look like an alpha trying to use his smell as intimidation,” the taller man concluded. Marcus scowled and clenched his fists. The man in the hoodie removed your hand from his sleeve, pushing you toward his friend. He stepped up to Marcus, towering over him. He glowered down at your classmate. He didn’t falter even as the bell above the door jingled. A fourth man paused at the door, surveying the scene in front of him.

“Seonghwa, Mingi looks like he’s about to throw hands with some guy,” the newcomer turned and shouted behind him. You heard a soft ‘eh?!’ then multiple sets of hurried footsteps. Six men squeezed into the waiting area of the restaurant.

“Ah, fuck. San, help me get Mingi back. Yunho go get the manager,” a man with dark, chin-length hair instructed. He and two others sprang into action. One disappeared into the restaurant while the other two grabbed Mingi’s arms in an attempt to draw him back.

“Let go.” Mingi shook their hands off of him. “This asshole tried to force a claim bite on that girl!” Half of the group now stood around you, blocking you from Marcus’ sight.

There was a tense silence as Mingi and Marcus stared each other down. That was until Marcus growled and stepped toward you. Mingi swung without hesitation, punching your classmate square on the jaw. Marcus stumbled backwards.

“Motherfucker, you son of a bitch! I’ll fucking kill you,” Marcus snarled. You gasped. You didn’t think things would devolve to violence. Bomber jacket and one of his friends each shielded you with an arm. Mingi just titled his head at the threats, clearly not worried.

“WHAT is going on out here?!” A voice boomed as the group member returned with a middle-aged man marching in front of him.

“Ji-Won!” You called and pushed your way forward. The man turned to you and wrapped a protective arm around your shoulder. “Oppa, that guy is one of my classmates and he attacked me. I felt his teeth brush against my neck.” You shuddered. Ji-Won whipped his head around to Marcus.

“Leave my restaurant, you are not welcome here,” the elder snapped. Marcus glared around the room, chest heaving in anger.

“You better watch your fucking back, man.” He growled and cracked his neck before storming out the door. Everyone stared after him for a moment.

“Holy shit.” Ji-Won cast a face of disapproval at your language. “Thank you so, so much for your help.”

“No need to thank us. He was a creep, and I wasn’t about to let him take you,” the guy in the bomber jacket spoke up.

“Hongjoong, I cannot thank you enough. Y/N’s mother is a dear friend of mine. I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to her while under my supervision,” Ji-Won praised the young man. Hongjoong’s eyes crinkled in a hidden smile.

“Have you had a chance to eat yet, my dear?” Ji-Won turned to you. You shook your head.

“Nah, Marcus showed up before Minali could even bring my drink.”

“Would you want to join us?” Several sets of confused eyes turned to Mingi, who just shrugged. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh, I couldn’t intrude-”

“You wouldn’t be,” Hongjoong spoke up this time. You looked around at the other members of the group. Two of them looked confused, and one looked incredibly bored, but most were nodding in agreement.

“If you’re sure. Let me go grab my stuff,” you hesitantly agreed and turned to go back to the booth you were originally seated in. In your panic, you had abandoned all of your schoolwork and belongings.

Back in the waiting area, Mingi watched as you walked away. He was feeling protective, and he didn’t like letting you go on your own.

Get a hold of yourself, you can’t be this overprotective to a girl you barely know! She looks cute in that skirt, though. Fuck, don’t look at her thighs. Don’t look at her thighs. Shit I looked, Jesus-

“Mingi, you good?” Wooyoung’s voice snapped him out of his inner ramblings. He sent the younger member a tight-lipped smile. The host informed the group that the private room was ready. They waited until you returned to head into the room.

Well, this should be interesting, you thought as you sat down.

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windvexer · 1 year ago

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Resolving conflicting magical recommendations (for beginners)

(This isn't reactionary I promise, it's been on my mind for a couple of days 😅)

Idk really how helpful this will be, but if you're a beginner who is confused by a lot of apparently contradicting information, here are some thoughts/ideas that are too basic to have been this hard earned, but I'm not called Fool for no reason.

[All of the following are just my beliefs and aren't universal or applicable to everyone]

Resolving magical conflicts through intent

You can find apparent contradictions in almost any magical action. For example:

Light a candle to charge a crystal with energy

Light a candle to burn away an energy and dwindle it down to nothing

When you light the candle, is it going to fill the crystal with energy?

Or, is it going to burn away energy until nothing is left?

My belief is that this is where the idea of intent plays one of its most basic and vital roles in witchcraft.

When you perform a magical action, "setting intent" can be a vital first step that should not be skipped.

If you are aware that the fire could either charge or burn away, then it is very literally up to you what it does. As the agent of control and/or chaos, it is the witch who determines which facets of power come out to play.

Setting intent can be done inside of your head. Or, speak, sign, or write intent.

Rules about how you totally have to write intent can, for the most part, be ignored (e.g., "your intent must be present progressive tense or the Universe will never let you manifest your goals." Nah, the Universe doesn't even speak human language tbh.)

Setting intent is not the only step to working magic, and sometimes literally doesn't matter. ("It's my intent to honor the spirit of this lake with an offering! *Dumps cigarette butts and beer cans into the water* "The lake is honored because that was my intent 😌")

Having a limited set of beliefs about what a certain power can do is like automatically setting intent. ("It's only possible that candles burn away energy, so when I light it, of course it will have a banishing effect.")

Setting intent in this manner only works to the extent that the power you are working with could already do the thing. If you've got a freezer with an ice dispenser on the door you can intend to store food inside it to chill, or, you can intend to get water out of the door, but it doesn't matter how much you intend to fry a chicken. The fridge does not do that action.

Resolving magical contradictions through tradition

Tradition in and of itself can advise how to resolve contradictions of magical meaning. This includes religious, magical, and cultural traditions.

What's important to remember is that just because one group does it one way, it doesn't mean that their way is universally correct.

A lot of people enter into the world of witchcraft with the concept that there is one universally correct set of methods and rules by which to perform magic. These methods are secret, but written down somewhere, and the key to learning magic is to just find the truest set of rules to magic. Magical truth is mutually exclusive, and contradictory information must either replace current truth, or be rejected as falsehood.

And fortunately for everyone, none of that is true!

This is why someone in one school of magic can make a certain claim ("letting spell vessels touch the earth immediately robs them of their power and the magic becomes inert,") and someone else can make a totally contradictory claim ("bury spell vessels for three days to supercharge them with the power of Nature,") and both people can be equally right.

Which set of rules might be true for you?

Well, whichever tradition you're a part of.

This is why it's really important to understand where your beliefs come from, and also to engage in self-examination about what you believe about the cosmos, our planet, and your role within it.

Entering into a tradition has a curious effect - you tend to be bound to those rules and assumptions, whether you like it or not.

Reflect on whether or not your current traditions and beliefs can resolve conflicting information.

Ask yourself what beliefs must be inherent before an assumption about magical 'rules' can be true.

(P.S. you can learn multiple contradictory systems of magic and flip between them depending on needs)

Resolving magical contradictions through experimentation

One witch may be able to charge excellently by burning candles and using intent to direct the burning energy.

A second witch may discover that they really can't charge jack shit with a candle. The energy seems to slip between their fingertips. When they direct it at something, it seems to have a consuming effect - not an invigorating one.

Setting magical intent is like choosing which path to walk down. But, the paths are unique for each of us. For the first witch, the path of "Charging Through Candleflame" is wide and open, a beautiful paved boulevard they can stroll down.

For the second witch, the path of "Charging Through Candleflame" is like hiking up a steep hill littered with boulders, and also the hill is on fire.

Many magical contradictions can be explained by practitioners simply having different personal experiences, and incorrectly assuming that their experiences must be universal.

One excellent way to learn not only about magic as a whole, but also how magic works for you, is to earnestly experiment with contradictory meanings and discover which ones A) make sense to you, but more importantly, B) actually work for you.

Whether or not you can use a candle to charge, banish, or both; and whether or not that's more or less effective for you than using water, or the sun, or pop culture icons, is something that you'll only be able to discover for yourself through experimentation.

Resolving magical contradictions through technique

If setting intent is choosing what path to walk down, then on the course of walking down that path, there is a chance you trip and fall flat (see: "I'm honoring the lake by dumping trash in it!").

Tripping and falling flat doesn't mean that path of magic is impossible for you, or shouldn't be further explored.

It can really just mean that you need some hiking boots and a trail guide.

Or, in other words: setting intent can be insufficient to actually access and manifest certain types/aspects of power.

I have personal beliefs about sorcerous power that dictate that various powers can be more or less difficult to access depending on a variety of factors. And, a witch must learn techniques to access the power. The more remote or hidden that power is, the more capable or attuned a witch must be to access that power.

That is to say, someone intensely aligned with underworld powers may be able to easily access the facets of death and decay that exist within many natural forces. But, someone without that alignment might instead need capable techniques gained through learning and practice in order to access those same powers.

And someone with neither of those things, who only tries to set intent and starts on a difficult path filled with roadblocks, may falsely assume that something "just doesn't work for me," when in reality, it's just more difficult to access.

This is why one witch can say, "roosters are a powerful source of connection to the underworld," another witch can say, "roosters only connect to the underworld if you use their feathers in a certain ritual," and a third witch can say, "roosters don't connect to the underworld," and all three are speaking from valid personal experience.

Experimenting with different techniques means learning a wide variety of ways to perform magic, including different paradigms, rituals, techniques, and methodologies.

Many systems of witchcraft contain concepts of when power is more or less available (the easiest example is the types of power more freely available due to the phases of the moon). Learning these systems can assist in discovering the accessibility of various powers.

Research is your friend.

In summary,

There are many reasons why witches have different lived experiences with magic (the topic of which would be enough to fill a book or two). As a witch-practitioner, your role in the creation of magic can't be ignored.

It's through your own culture and traditions, your own intent, and your own sorcerous techniques and education, through which you will be able to determine what aspects of magic are true to you - and which do not apply.

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kaiserposting · 24 days ago

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Just One Fix by Death13 on AO3, Analysis (or something like that Idk how to name it otherwise, so let's call it that)(this fic has been written before kaiser backstory)

For your information, death13 is the username of blasphemecel on ao3. We all know who he is, a fanfic author.

So, Just One Fix is a one shot, which can be hard to read for some people in the sense that it approaches difficult and sensitive topics. That said, it is a fanfic which is really greatly presented and which will probably turn your life upside down.

The tone of the fanfic is quite shattering and peaceful at the same time, in the sense that it will make you feel a deep sadness by the way the characters are written and how they interact, but will make you feel calm at the same time, because the author manages to convey a strong message by means of balanced and harmonious writing that will just put you in a weird vibe of sentimentality. I wouldn't say serene because the topics discussed are there to shake things up, but it's a similar feeling, like you're put in some trance.

This fanfic can lead to educating, in a sense, people who do not live this. It also denounces, from my point of view, certain behaviors on the part of people who do not live it and certain situations that can be complicated to live during a hospitalization.

The author highlights the complexity of the relationship between Kaiser and YN through various sentences such as:

This part focus on two things that I find important and interesting: why they started hanging around each other, and what their coping mechanisms are. But also how they evolved as humans with more or less problems.

I think this is interesting how the author choose to represent them, first of all, Kaiser's representation as always is fire, but we will see that his character has more depth than just what we can see on this screenshot the more we advance in the story. Then, there's YN, he choose a complicated story with complex problems for this character, this just proves his value as a writer, to be able to portray such a difficult character.

They have copping mechanisms that are fundamentally different, one keeping things inside and dismissing everything and the other letting everything out. I find the nuance between these two characters fascinating and how he choose to make them interact during the rest of the story just break my heart because it is something that he portrayed a bit too realistically in my opinion. It is a relationship very strained and full of up and down, a bit (a lot) passive aggressive, where the characters keep having some sort of tense moments, like you genuinely ask yourself how it will end for them because the author just doesn't give anything away, mostly on YN part. We will see that on Kaiser part he's more open than YN throughout the story, which is comical since he's the one who usually keep everything in. It's actually captivating.

(I think i didnt express myself properly for the "Kaiser is more open than YN" but I don't know how to say it otherwise like... Kaiser doesnt express it verbally till the very end but through some actions and reactions that he struggles to hide.)

I'm not going to linger too much on Kaiser side because this has been written before his backstory. Though, for YN, at multiple times it has been implied that YN has suffered from abuse when being a child, with the "You were in the habit of crying over everything. There were loud noises, or god forbid someone screamed at you, and you'd cry. Someone touched you — especially an adult - and you'd burst out in tears." I would like to linger on the last part of this, "Someone touched you — especially an adult - and you'd burst out in tears." implying that there's been physical/sexual abuse. It's a complex situation that has been evoked, described, and represented with such a strong writing, all the way during the fic we follow YN copping the better they can with that, not necessarily with good ways but isn't it what happens when we are all alone and traumatized?

In this part, it's one of the few where we see the mutual trust and affection (and respect) between them. The fact that YN manages to be at ease, or something that comes close to it, to sleep beside him despite everything YN probably endured just proves my point. I liked that part, because it shows that even if their relationship is complex and with many many underlying, they still hold each other close to their heart.

Later on, during the last part of the fic, Kaiser mention something interesting before breaking down (<-something that he treated with levity just a few sentences before breaking down himself) “Forget loving me back, you don’t even believe me? You think I’m like every other monster in your life, trying to hurt and deceive you?” I find this side of Kaiser, more sensitive and emotional, interesting because it prove that he is still a human being behind all these walls, and how he considers YN despite his many indelicate attempts to help them that have been taken wrongly by YN (legitimately from YN I think, because it's a difficult situation to see someone you love fall into self-destruction more and more without being able to help, it often leads to maladroit actions and/or words, like we can see in many passages, so I think the way everything had been presented to us, adds layers of complexity and meaning behind YN strong reactions and Kaiser attempts to help!) I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH :(

I would like to stop on this part too, just because the respect he holds for YN PLEASE? He takes EVERYTHING into consideration, and he's the one keeping everything in and turning everything as a joke or some sort as a copping mechanism? That's real literature, I like the fics with complex characters like that, when they are greatly written. In this fic, the balance of everything is good, like I said it's very realistic I think and I love it. The nuance between YN who doesn't want to be loved (<- cited by YN themselves) and Kaiser loving YN through so many different actions is so beautiful, it's art.

I like that part a lot, even if I found it hard to read at first glance. But with hindsight, it's actually, I think, the most interesting part to me, because we see how their behaviors push them away from each other, and how Kaiser regrets afterwards. (<-Something agreeably surprising from Kaiser) That's when we understand that really, there's so much more underlying than just a friendship by 'constraint' that just turned into a weird situationship if we could name it that. (Because let's remember that if they started hanging around each other it's firstly because they were rejected by the others.)

I like that part, it's actually YN making an effort almost superhuman for the sake of the peace between them both, after the moment where they both said they loved each other. I like this ending (this is not the last sentences but almost), and I like how the ED have been portrayed in theses last sentences:

Its immersive, the reader is really into the problematic and I liked it. I think this could easily explain to people who are uneducated on this topic how it is felt more or less from people suffering from ED. And raises awareness in them. I liked how you described it, Iliya. Thank you.

I would like to do also small parentheses on the part where it's in the hospital. You described that very correctly too, it's kind of hard for many people to be hospitalized and it results almost every time on bad experiences. I liked that you highlighted that too.

SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES BESTIE

HIIIIIII TWIN

FIRST OF ALL WOAWWWWW 😍😍😍 THIS IS FIRE

OK So wajt let me tell you since you wanted to know, I think you understood everytihing quite literally 100% correctly

I actualyl thought even at the time of writing that Kaiser had an abusive childhood too (but didn't include it bc we didnt know for sure at the time), so I imagine a lot of the attachmnt between them is based on experiencing the same things. But in this case Y/n ends up being the focus because Kaiser 'made it out' and they didnt

Also about the thing with y/n's past, you're correct it is implied that they're a CSA victim and a victim of physical abuse. I think in particular their behavior is really characteristic of someone with sexual trauma (even the ED which is the other big thing, can be a result of that + they also clearly suffer from hypersexuality and self-objectification which are also signs). For example the movie they're said to like, 'Mysterious Skin', one of the two main characters was a CSA victim too. You can also see during the tattoo artist scene, Kaiser tries to get in the way of the tattoo artist in trying to sleaze on Y/n I don't believe out of jealousy but because in that scene they've gotta both be like freshly 18 and an older dude's hitting on Y/n.

Also iirc in the hospital scene it says Y/n wasn't supposed to be getting any visitors because they thought they're family only and the thought of a family member visiting them made them panic, also implying that they're cut off from their family in some way, i.e. further insinuating a past of abuse.

You're right that it's difficult to talk or reach someone in such a position. A lot of the story is about Kaiser's troubles because he approaches it in a self-involved way that Y/n understands (or tries to pass off due to their not wanting to accept love) as him just feeling an obligation or a savior's fantasy towards them, even tho I think it's quite obvious from many of his actions that he genuinely cares. Also I think due to the self-destructive nature of Y/n's behavior it's easier for them to believe they aren't loved because then they can pretend no one is affected by their actions, also making them self-centered as well, along with Kaiser.

I do think they're in a situationship lol i had the wip tagged as childhood friends to fwb best freinds situationship LIKEEEE THEY ARE BOTH SO CRASY 😭😭 But anyways..

TYYYY FOR READING AND WRITING ME THIS !!!!! AND FINDING IT REALISTIC ALSO!!!!

If anyone is interested here is the link to the fic since it's not on tumblr

#tw for CSA and ED mentions

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mistysconcilium · 1 month ago

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murder halloween.ᐟ house

day 4 of seven days of halloween .ᐟ 👻

pairing - ghost!violet harmon x ghost!reader

synopsis - you and violet decorate murder house for halloween

tags - one shot • fluff • slight angst • present tense • english is not my first language • not proof read

୨୧ note - i waited until the last minute to write this so it is a bit rushed and maybe not well written lol. i’ll proofread it later! idk if this counts as a drabble or one shot bc it is short but im just gonna call it a one shot bc there is different ‘scenes’

carved pumpkins and spooky decor lined the street outside. every house on the street was decorated for the holiday, except for one, the one that you were stuck in for eternity.

alot of your days in murder house are spent like this, staring out the windows watching the people live their lives.

“what are you thinking about?” violet hugs you from behind and puts her chin on your shoulder.

“just thinking”

“about halloween?” violet always has a way of knowing what you’re thinking. it’s like she can read your mind, she is able to read every thought and emotion.

“yeah” you pause for a moment, “everyone on the street is decorating for it but we can’t, cause y’know we’re dead”

“i mean there might be some decor in the house somewhere” she turns you around “there should at least be something we could decorate the house with”

- ఇ -

since most people who have lived in the house don’t make it out alive, most of their stuff is still in the house packed away somewhere. which is why violet convinced you to go up to the attic to see if there was some halloween decor.

“violet i don't know about this” your brows are knitted in worry. even though you have been dead here for a while you have never dared to go to the attic.

“don’t worry nothing will happen. what are you scared about? ghosts?” violet chuckles

the attic is full of all different kinds of boxes with a lot of dust on top.

“i think i found something” you say as you dig through one of the boxes.

the box, which is marked with a drawn-on pumpkin, is full with halloween decor. everything from some fall themed garlands, to fake cobwebs and skeletons

“great let’s bring it downstairs!”

- ఇ -

you start decorating in one of the living rooms on the first floor and then you move further into the house. since there wasn’t that much decorations in the box you decided to only decorate the rooms that’s used the most.

currently, you and violet are in the kitchen placing different ceramic pumpkins decorations on the table and the counter.

“i noticed you decorating for halloween” moira had appeared out of the blue “ and so i gathered some leaves for you to decorate with” she hands you a bag filled with red, orange, and yellow leaves.

“thank you moira!” you open the bag and starts placing the leaves in a pattern on the kitchen table.

- ఇ -

you’re sitting in one of the rooms that you decorated with violet laying in your lap.

“i can’t wait for halloween”

“why’s that?” you twirl a lock of violets hair in your fingers

“because then i can finally take you on a real date and not just in this fucking shithole” she laughs

“wait what do you mean?”

“ cause every halloween we ghost get to leave this property and do whatever we want”

violet looks up at you when you don’t respond

“what didn’t you know”

“uhhh no!” she chuckles at your response

“well since it’s your first halloween since you died i think we need to make it special” she sits up and pulls you in for a kiss.

you reciprocate the kiss and nuzzle your hands in her hair.

love, elisabet <3

reblogs and comments are always appreciated . ᐟ

tags; @angel-decoy @purple-cinematic @fear-is-truth @d3adarling

dividers by @/strangerpraphics

#violet harmon x reader #mconcilium ❀#violet harmon #american horror story #ahs #ahs murder house #ahs x reader #ʚɞ works #mconcilium’s seven days of halloween 👻#halloween fanfic

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panpanicatmha · 1 year ago

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hey it’s writing ask time <3

7, 11, 17, 26, 33

(idk if I’m allowed to ask more than one thing but god I love hearing opinions)

EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM also YES you absolutely can ask more than one thing :DDD

7. Your favourite ao3 tag.

It would absolutely be "Possessive Midoriya Izuku" and "Pining Bakugou Katsuki". Gotta love me some gay boyos being gay boyos

11. Three tropes that are fine but overrated.

1) we were about to kiss but then something/someone interrupted us and now we're going to pretend it didn't happen, 2) overhearing part of a conversation and running off, and 3) pretend dating to make an ex jealous and then falling in love with the "fake" partner. The first two because if used well, can be really good, but a lot of people use them for no other reason than to drag out the plot for no reason and never explaining why the characters acted that way (insecurity, fear, thinking the other was just in the moment, etc) As for the third one, again, if written well I will enjoy it, but also a lot of times people use it to make certain characters unnecessarily petty to the point at that it's OOC.

17. Past or present tense? Why?

...I'm not gonna lie, I don't purposefully choose. If I start something in past tense, I roll with past tense. If I start with present, I roll with present. I think I tend to lean towards with present tense more? Idk lol

26. What would you describe as OOC?

Honestly really depends on the character. In general though, I'd say overexaggerating one of their MANY traits (like how some fics exaggerate Izuku's bright & bubbly personality and make him a soft uwu boy and border on feminizing him) or bashing a character purely because not bashing the character wouldn't work with the pairing (like Ochako bashing in BkDk/DkBk fics).

33. Give your writing a compliment.

I have strong skills when it comes to dialogue. Sometimes I'll say the dialogue out loud to make sure it sounds natural, like something I'd just say randomly to my irl friend or whatever, and so it flows smoothly and I can make dialogue from different characters be distinct.

Writing Ask Game Questions

#asks #answered asks #asks game #bkdk #dkbk #writing ask game #ao3 #tropes #fanfic writer #panpanic asks*#ao3 things*#fanfic things*#writer things*#panpanicatmha*

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echotunes · 4 months ago

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17 26 36? 🥺

(ask game)

17. Past or present tense?

present! because I prefer writing it lol. although I do occasionally have moments in present tense where I go "this feels wonky and would be easier in past" (when I want to use the past perfect. I think that's what it's called in english. like. double past. "had seen". you understand. plusquamperfekt. and you have to use the simple past instead because you're writing in present tense and it feels mildly awkward)

having said that: I do write ASOIAF AU in past tense because I'm mimicking the style the books are written in and that's fun too. but asoiaf AU is generally a separate beast regarding writing styles lol

As for reading: I do not care I will read whichever. both are cool

26. What would you describe as OOC?

hm. well generally anything that makes me go "he would not fucking say that" which is. a lot of things admittedly. I feel like I'm a bit hyper-aware of dialogue patterns (gestures at. The Google Doc. nobody is surprised) so there is a certain level of things I am willing to forgive (don't set your standards too high etc etc) but some things are just like. egregious to me. I talked about this before on a different ask game but I do not like how certain people write qmike especially. he would not fucking be allo. stop that

and there's also certain things where it's like. I don't know. Bell talks about this sometimes but there's a certain phenomenon with AUs where people will write whatever and I'll be like "okay but are these still the same characters or did you just write a story you wanted and slap their names on it. because that is what this feels like" and it's just. feels a bit soulless. idk. I don't like AUs very much in general and this is part of the reason why

(this is also why writing asoiaf AU always feels like a very delicate line to me too lol it's always "okay they can't talk like they do in canon because it doesn't fit the setting but they have to still be recognisable as themselves" and it's. difficult. but I do try)

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?

hm well usually it's either "fitting song lyric that randomly pops into my head while writing" or "single lowercase word that encapsulates the vibe I'm going for" (I especially do this with drabbles because like. idk they're drabbles. drabbles feel like they should have single-word-titles to me) or "capitalised two word phrase that feels relevant". but sometimes it's also just. idk I'll finish a fic late at night and then go brush my teeth and something fitting for a title will pop into my head and I'll go yes that works. doesn't happen often but the two fics I wrote for kinkmeme that I actually titled myself happened like that and I did like those titles. (the fics themselves too I think they ended up underrated but that's all I'm gonna say about it here LOL)

finding one I'm the most proud of is. difficult? I liked que morrer é da vida because I was like "well I would like to have the title be in Portuguese" and then I did actually have a fitting song lyric for it from a song that I did actively listen to. that was a fun moment. and I also like too much, too late (or just not enough of this) because it feels very fitting and the song itself does actually relate to the fic/characters too. as opposed to being a fitting lyric from an unrelated song. so. :D

#echo.askgames #sexyinaratkindaway #echo.asks

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pirdmystery · 4 months ago

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16, 17, 11 pls 🌟

16 Are one-shots really underrated?

idk if i’m qualified to answer this… 90% of my favorite fics are long one-shots and in general my one-shots get way more attention than my chaptered fics. i have one ongoing chaptered fic currently and it’s near the bottom of my hit and kudos counts so, if there is a general fandom preference for chaptered fics i 1) don’t share it and 2) am not seeing it in the response to my own stuff. don’t get me wrong i love plenty of chaptered fics but it’s not a strong preference and i don’t have a sense that people underrate one-shots, at least not in my fandom circles

17 Past or present tense? Why?

in terms of reading: literally no preference. in terms of writing: i always write in present tense, at first it was just a habit i got into i think because i’d been reading a lot of stuff written in present tense and it just happened naturally, but now i’m of the opinion that it really does suit my writing style better. i like to be extremely in the characters heads to the point where it feels like they’re experiencing the events of the fic in an almost stream-of-consciousness way, and to me the feel of present tense just fits really well with that.

11 Three tropes that are fine but overrated.

this is hard mostly because i don’t have strong opinions on tropes that don’t interest me because i just don’t read them. and lot of the tropes i don’t like at all i don’t think are “fine,” i actively dislike them lol (coffee shop au, high school au, soulmate au, but i wouldn’t even call those overrated because this is not exactly an unpopular opinion). here’s what i’ll say: 1) omegaverse is fine in that i don’t have any sort of moral or even aesthetic objection to it it just is not for me. 2) fix-it fics can be cathartic with media that makes frustrating or outright bad writing choices but you will not see me enjoying fix-it fics of stories that are deliberately tragic (like, for example, fe3h). 3) i do not care for friends to lovers as a trope on its own even though there are lots of ships i love that could be described that way (sylgrid comes to mind), i’m just not really interested in works that emphasize that aspect of the relationship. wow i hope any of that made sense!

#ask #am writing

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Hi Virgodoll! I gave a presentation today at work that I think I bombed it. Also, I noticed in the shoutout chart that no one gave me one, so I asked leadership if I could give myself a shoutout. They said yes, so I publicly gave myself one. It felt good to acknowledge myself when no one did.

No matter how much I practice, I just can’t seem to give presentations the way I see most professionals do. I end up smiling and kind making weird funny faces. It could come off as unserious, but I’m actually doing that to reduce my anxiety.

I’m a very articulate person, but I lose my train of thought and can’t seem to express myself when giving presentations via zoom. I mix up words, phrases, tenses, etc. it’s strange cause I’m a damn good writer! It also sucks cause I’m a Black woman and I don’t want people thinking idk what I’m talking about. I do good work, but struggle with presenting it via zoom.

I asked leadership what they thought of my presentation. They said I did very well. For some reason I feel like they are just being nice. I always feel like I’m talking gibberish whenever I’m giving presentations.

I worry about how I’m perceived at work and how everyone thinks I’m dumb and can’t speak properly. Arghhh!

Any words of encouragement, constructive criticism, and advice would be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance!

I agree, it's good to acknowledge yourself and give yourself your flowers when no one else does. Believe me, it will happen more often than you think in the academic and corporate world.

However, I think you are falling victim to upwards comparison. What good is it to look at other people at work speak when they aren't you? They're probably boring, to be honest. While you can manage your facial expressions by doing speeches in the mirror, who told you the way you exist is wrong?

When it comes to speeches and talking to people, I just treat it like a conversation and let one thought carry me to where I need to go. I appeal to the audience I am talking to and adjust based on small pieces of information I gathered from them during a lunch break or the original interview. If you focus more on the fact that they're regular people and YOU are the star of the moment, it's easier to focus. That sounds delusional, but let it be.

It's easy to say "stop worrying how others perceive you" and I think that's a load of BS to serve that to y'all. We always worry about how we are perceived. I say focus on that anxiety and worry. Ask yourself what they could possibly be noticing. Why? Because then you can hold yourself accountable and realize that such scrutiny is coming from yourself. You are building a narrative that only exists if you plant the seed and bear fruit (***with the exception of a hostile work environment. If this environment is not hostile, and I am assuming it is fine prayerfully...);

If they say you're doing fine, affirm yourself. If they say they didn't like it, still affirm yourself and know that you're already doing well by having the guts to even go up there in the first place. Some people can't even get through a basic conversation.

Why can't you accept you did well? Perfectionism? Upbringing? Have you journaled lately? All of the picking yourself apart that you just did would be best written down in a diary so you can see how hard you are on yourself.

Regarding compliments, it's tough in the professional world, especially if you are of color. Sometimes, people don't give props because they feel like your confidence emits so loud and bright that you already know you're doing well.

Just continue asking for feedback, but also, practice your speeches and fall in love with yourself. Look at yourself and ask yourself why you hate the quirks that make you you. The idiosyncrasies you possess is actually the foundation for a memorable moment and makes people want to listen to you more. That's what makes a connection, an authentic impression, and a lasting memory... not robotic AI. Trust me - I am a Virgo lol.

#advice #meaning - i nitpick myself so hard that i have fkn stomach issues #so believe me i am giving you real advice that i just learned the hard way for the thousandth time lol #hard being corporate baddies but shut out the background and only bring out the part that makes you better

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chanbig · 4 months ago

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17, 27, 87, 94 for the fanfic ask game <3

hiii thank you for asking!! 💗💗💗

17. what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

its hard to think of one line because theyre all in relation to one another and the beats of the scene and also I always seem to forget everything ive ever written once its published, 😂 but this one from "let it all come undone" sticks in my mind, idk why

He's never been so tripped up by want, overwhelmed and made silent by it.

27. do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? And who do you share them with?

atm i dont really share rough drafts with anyone, because i don't have a beta reader but sometimes ill share scenes with friends especially if it relates to something we're talking about or we're coming up with an au or something!! i think im really shy about sharing things when they're not really done but it could definitely be fun i think 💗💗

87. does your writing style change depending on the genre you write?

i want to say that it changes a bit depending on what im writing (fic versus something original) and genres that require more plot (mystery/thriller) but there's definitely through lines!! It probably doesn't change that much lmaoo. also funny bc the fic i just posted i originally had a much different vision for - it was supposed to be very spare and short (under 6k or something) and in present tense, but in order to get the story i wanted i had to expand it and i think it's better for it. so my style probably comes through regardless of the genre 😂

94. do you prefer dialogue or description?

I think i prefer writing description but I'm always trying to improve my dialogue, especially getting a character's voice down, so i spend more time on getting dialogue right which is a fun challenge for me 💗

writer ask game! ask me 💗

#asks #thank you ash 💗💗💗

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valeriianz · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers!

tagged by @honeyteacakes <3 (and belatedly, @tharkuun haha)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

400,576 (+ 100k extra from fics i've deleted/orphaned in the past few years haha rip)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i am at the mercy of the hyperfixation, and currently it's The Sandman and Dreamling exclusively.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1) Salvation (How to Get Away With Murder) 2) The Red Witch (Good Omens) 3) Bolt in the Blue (The Sandman) 4) Let Me Down Easy (The Sandman) 5) Show Me (The Mandalorian)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes and no. i love that people take the time to show their appreciation for a fic and i always want to reply and show how much it means to me... but i have this bad habit of not replying to comments on say, older works or older chapters of a fic. idk why... im just not good at it lol BUT I LOVE AND APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE COMMENT, EVEN THE LITTLE ONES 💖💖

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh, Exit Wounds, for sure haha

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

im a sucker for happy endings so i'd say, everything else lol but particularly Almost Idyllic (The Song of Achilles) due to the build up and Salvation also, because of the events leading up to the ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not since my ff.net days haha.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

very occasionally. and nothing too wild (except for that dreamling butt plug one. that was. hmm.) but i typically enjoy writing first times.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i do not.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope. though i have seen ideas/prompts used without credit. it doesn't bother me much.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

once, The Red Witch (which btw has been discontinued, pls don't read it lol). it started off just me, then my editor jumped on maybe 5 chapters in once i realized they were much more versed in magick and fantasy than me.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

haha probably Zutara.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

ahhh haha... fuck. idk i want to say none. but my brain keeps whispering about the dreamling road trip au. i thought i had a plot but as i continue working on bitb and other little drabbles... ive realized i might've bitten off more than i can chew. and my only option is to completely sideline it until im done with bitb, or change the story (because right now the research i have to do for it is too much and y'all know how i am...) it sucks cos i do want to write it. but it's difficult when all my patience for research is already going into one fic (bitb).

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue and monologuing, probably.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

self 👏 motivation 👏 finding 👏 the 👏 urge 👏 to 👏 write (technically, it's tense. i flip between past and present tense constantly and at this point i just consider it one of my endearing qualities pfft)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i try to avoid it but when it happens i just use Google Translate and then toss a disclaimer that ive done my best (to which usually a commenter will helpfully correct me and then all is well)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Inuyashaaaaa (Miroku/Sango omg). exchanging physical notebooks with my friends with fanfics we'd written in school lol

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

truly a tie between Savory & Sweet and Let Me Down Easy (at the moment). the restaurant au was so easy and fun to write (probably because i used to be in the industry) and i reread it a lot. the pacing is fast and i love how immediate Hob and Dream fall into each other haha. Let Me Down Easy was very similar. my major was Media Production in undergrad and although it's been a while since i've held a camera, it was fun putting myself back in that environment. also the angst and tension were just a blast to write and figure out.

(this was an excellent waste of time, thanks again!) tagged, if y'all want, @magnusbae @teejaystumbles @ml-nolan @tj-dragonblade @reallyintoscience @delta-pavonis @staroftheendless

#20 questions is a lot so under the read more ya go!#thanks!#tag game #fic things

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snugglyporos · 8 months ago

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// Okay, I gotta know if I'm just like, impossibly picky. If my standards are so impossibly high that they will never be met. Wattpad suggested me a story, and today is the first time I've used it. It begins like this:

That's the first paragraph. That's the first impression the author wished to give to the reader. This, to me, is shit. It's garbage. It's poorly constructed. It would instantly be improved if you understood the basics of how to write so that different traits are impactful. Here, I will, in my view, improve this.

Stinky, dark, grey wisps endlessly spewed forth from the metallurgical factories, enveloping the lower district. The noxious clouds were so thick, they obfuscated the surrounding shacks; even the filthy streets and railroad tracks of Fumedge were swallowed in a thick veil that few people could penetrate. Yet to the residents, these plumes were not repulsive; to them, they were like the arms of a protective mother. A mother who wanted nothing more than to aid her wayward children.

First, do not describe things in passive voice. Do not use the infinitive when using verbs, at least not when describing actions. Why are you writing in present tense? Why are you using dashes in the middle of a run on sentence? You understand that you need a comma to divide things, but you do this once and describe six things. Also, do you understand how clauses work?

Maybe I'm being too mean. Maybe I'm being too hard on the writer. But I think what's most striking to me, grammar and punctuation aside, is the fact that it begins by talking about negative things and then jumps into how this involves a mother's protection, which is obviously a positive thing as it's being written.

That feels weird, unless you acknowledge the weird juxtaposition.

Like, why are you bringing this up, unless you want it to be known that to the people here, it's not repulsive? Why would you describe it as repulsive, and then act like it's not, without drawing attention to the fact that it's not?

Unless of course, I've drawn the wrong conclusion, which is that the author is actually trying to make it seem like the loving, protective arms of a mother and the murderous, foul smelling toxic fumes are, in fact, the same thing. Which would be weird! It would need explanation!

I should not be going 'what the fuck does this metaphor mean, author' one paragraph in. That's not a way to make anyone keep reading!

Idk. Maybe I'm too jaded and way too demanding of authors. But I feel like I'm not being too demanding to ask that writers, idk, make metaphors make sense and use descriptive, thought provoking language. The purpose of using commas in a list, btw, is to force the mind to pause and consider each word or concept individually, thus making the thing you're describing more impactful. If periods are a hard stop, commas are a brief pause. Also! clauses. I just used an example of how that works! 'if periods are a hard stop' is incomplete as a sentence. 'Commas are a brief pause' is a complete sentence. You use the comma to join the two into one thought! This is not hard to know or do!

#ooc #idk I feel like I'm too harsh but it BUGS ME

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4th-make-quail · 2 years ago

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Salamander’s Big Ol’ Resident Evil Fic Archive

since we just had re4r, i figured it’s a good time to pimp out my resident evil fic! only recently knocked off my most prolific fandom spot by ffxiv (and that was entirely sart and basch’s fault LOL), although admittedly most of the fic is drabbles. what can i say, i was Having A Phase

Chris/Wesker

Addicted to You

Summary: Plain, out-and-out PWP. Table!sex, as it happens. Not much else to say! Tags: explicit Notes: first of a series of little fic challenges i set myself!

please (don't) wake me from this dream

Summary: Chris/Wesker, tentacle-porn. Or: what happened that one time in that volcano. Or did it? Tags: double drabble, tentacles, explicit Notes: one of my most popular RE fics, bizarrely enough for a double drabble lol. Anyway i really need to write more chris/wesker tentacle action

Steel Syndrome

Summary: Knife!porn drabble. Tags: drabble, knife porn, explicit Notes: holy fuck, this was written to commemorate the fuckyeahweskerxchris blog getting TEN WHOLE FOLLOWERS!! don’t remember why i stopped running that blog, it is lost to the mists of time

Like a Drug

Summary: STARS Alpha team get word of an illegal drugs deal going down somewhere in Raccoon City, but not everything goes as planned. Tags: explicit Notes: stakeouts! Injured Chris! Ill-advised fucking while injured (my speciality)!!

In the House of Flies

Summary: Knife!porn drabble. Tags: drabble, mature Notes: listen to deftones!!! I’m still correct about this song for these two :3c

Let It Burn

Summary: bottom Wesker! Tags: drabble, explicit Notes: it’s not all drabbles guys, i promise

Sketch

Summary: labcoat drabble! Tags: drabble, mature Notes: honestly… not all drabbles….

Second Skin

Summary: glove kink drabble! Tags: drabble, mature Notes: gloves… good…

Conduit

Summary: hypothermia drabble. Tags: drabble, hypothermia, general audiences Notes: bitches love huddling for warmth!! It’s me i’m bitches

Gunoil

Summary: The maintenance of one's weapon is important. Tags: gun porn, mature Notes: guns!! forearms!!! and we have an actual summary again lol

Unloaded Barrel

Summary: At the end of the week, Chris just wants to spend some time with Wesker. Unfortunately, paperwork has a habit of getting in the way. Well not this time. Tags: gun porn, fluff, explicit Notes: hey look more bottom Wesker!! Getting fucked with a gun!! ayooooo

Point of No Return

Summary: Chris wakes up back in time, before the mansion incident ever happens and boy is that ever fucked up. In which it's Barry's birthday, there are too many shots, and Chris has no goddamn clue what he's meant to do with all this knowledge that's haunting the hell outta him. Tags: alternate universe - time travel, fluff, happy ending, explicit Notes: my actual most popular resident evil fic! And, in fact, my most popular fic by kudos, even beating out one of the r76 fics i wrote lmao, wonders will never cease! I like this one - i think i actually started plotting a sequel but it never went anywhere. oops

Leon/Krauser

Appetite

Summary: Sieges are fucking boring. Tags: double drabble, explicit Notes: listen, i was going through a drabble phase ok!! Also this one has one of the most baffling comments i ever received lmao, only rivalled by the even more baffling one in Point of No Return!

Deadly Promises

Summary: Present tense knife fight Tags: double drabble, mature Notes: bitches love knife fights!!!!! it’s me i’m bitches once again

Wire in the Bone

Summary: knife sex drabble Tags: drabble, knife porn, explicit Notes: okay i REALLY need to write a full length knifeporn drabble with these two holy shit i’m sorry guys lmao

Not a Jungle

Summary: It's not a jungle. Not this time, but the damp heat reminds Leon of South America. Tags: knifeplay, explicit Notes: bottom!!! Krauser!!!!!! AYOOOOO

Jake/Sherry

On Bets and Their Consequences

Summary: Jake makes a foolish bet, and Sherry takes him up on it. Tags: mature Notes: shake, my beloved….. and hilariously one of like idk, three??? m/f fics i've ever written

All Bets Are On

Summary: Sequel to On Bets and Their Consequences - Jake loses the bet with Sherry and now has to pay her price. Tags: cross dressing, explicit Notes: i don’t even know about these two, don’t ask me!!

Parker/Raymond

A Little Different

Summary: Complete PWP - Parker and Raymond fuck for the first time. Things are... a little different. Tags: sounding, explicit Notes: the first actual fic in the tag and i still can’t believe there’s only 12 fics for these two?! TWELVE?! and ofc me being me, it had to be an obscure/unpopular kink for an even more unpopular ship LOL. play revelations, y’all!!!

Jill-Centric

Fading Entity - a gen drabble about Jill and the P30

Between Disgust and Desire - The P30 takes more from her than she has to give, and replaces it with that which she never wanted. Another gen drabble but can be interpreted as one-sided Wesker love on Jill’s side

#resident evil #chrisker #metaltango #shake #parker x raymond #jill valentine #quailfic

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