#if you're unsure what the best way to go about it— plenty of people have blogs that they just reblog pretty pictures with their queues.
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hiiii :3 i’m a VERY silent reader (i’m terrified of my irls finding me on this god forsaken app) but i just love your writings so much so i had to participate in the agust event!!!!
childhood bffs yoongi x reader smut where they’re definitely probably too close, way closer than bffs should be anyways. reader goes to yoongi one night complaining bc no matter what she does, she just can’t cum! good thing yoongi’s actions speak louder than words <3
pls pls pls get totally creative w this, i love ur brain sm and i love seeing what you come up with!!!
❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader
❀ Summary: Yoongi has always been your closest friend, but it’s always been a little closer than everyone else. He takes it one step further, offering to address a silly little problem for you.
❀ Word Count: 2,320
❀ Genre: Friends to something more, PWP
❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
❀ Warnings: Explicit language, some feelings of insecurity but like barely, talking about orgasm struggles, explicit sexual content including vaginal fingering, nipple stimulation, a hint of choking, a lot of sucking on neck/throat, nipple play, mostly reader getting finger blasted sdfnodsifgj, reader is completely naked and Yoongi is still clothed, mentions of oral (f. receiving), a little bit of cum eating
❀ Published: August 23, 2022
❀ A/N: Okay so this was supposed to be posted way earlier than 10:30 PM EST but I completely forgot I had this sitting and waiting to post (it was a long day) but HERE IT IS!!! I love the idea of Yoongi casually just being like yeah I’ll get you to come or whatever, let’s do it sdfjdfogijdfrgi thank you so much for being a reader and requesting something - silent or talkative reader, I'm just happy you're here and that you enjoy my writing! Thank you for being here.
❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
| Masterlist | Ask | Hali’s Happy Agust |
“You what?” You ask Yoongi, breath shaky. “Don’t play around like that, it’s not very funny.”
It’s rare that you can’t tell if Yoongi is making a joke or not. Though his humor is quiet like the night sky outside and soft like the sweater he’s draped in, you know Yoongi. Know him well enough to detect the subtle notes of a joke in his hushed words, know to listen amid the loud voices of your friends for a quiet jest, spoken softly just for you.
Now, though, you’re a little unsure.
Everyone has said for years that your friendship with Yoongi is too friendly. You vehemently disagree: affection between friends should be encouraged and treasured. Being able to platonically hold hands, share beds, and offer physical affection isn’t something reserved for lovers. You adamantly believe in this - always have.
But… it is different with Yoongi. You think about how you always hold Taehyung’s hand, how you let him curl into your side during movies, or how he nests in your bed when he grows too tired for parties. Taehyung is particularly affectionate, but it does feel different.
“Let me make you cum,” Yoongi repeats, as though he’s reflecting on the weather outside. He’s on his knees on the couch next to you, hands resting in his lap. “No one should have to go through their adult life without partners making them cum.”
You roll your eyes. “Plenty of people can’t cum for a number of reasons, Yoongi.”
“Okay, that’s fair. Let me try anyway.”
“Why do you care?”
He tilts his head. “Because you’re you. And I’m good at making people cum. It feels like an obvious answer.”
“We’re best friends.”
“My point exactly. Look, if I’ve made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry, I-”
You shake your head and wave him off. “No, I just. Didn’t expect the offer and it made me nervous.”
“Nervous how?”
Letting out a long exhale, you rest your head on the back of the couch and look up at the ceiling. Your warm mug of tea is abandoned and the drama on the TV plays on, silent in the background. You chew the inside of your cheek, wondering how to string your words together.
With anyone else, you’d feel embarrassed or nervous. With Yoongi, your anxiety is significantly less. Even if you speak the words on your mind, you’re sure it won’t change things. You’ve been through your fair share of oversharing, never shamed, never turned away.
It’s how you started this conversation about your sex life in the first place.
So you decide to be honest.
“Nervous like, I’m into it and I want to try it out, but I don’t want it to make our dynamic weird.”
“It’s not weird for me if it’s not weird for you. I’m sorry I offered so bluntly.”
Your lips twitch and you reach out, taking his hand in yours. Yoongi has beautiful hands. Long fingers with knobby knuckles, blunt nails and gentle fingertips, calloused palms. You’ve mapped the structure of his palm hundreds of times, know the shapes of the lines on them, and watched a palm reader chart the stars on them.
Yoongi’s hands are where you’re safest.
“Don’t apologize, you didn’t violate a boundary.” His mouth is soft when he smiles, his eyes are dark when he watches you. He’s so pretty. A soft thing with round cheeks, kind eyes, and gentle smiles. Quiet. Confident. “You really wanna try?”
Yoongi’s grin turns feral. “I do.”
“Alright.”
It starts with him leading you to your room, hand holding yours gently. It starts with a shy smile and hungry eyes, Yoongi watching you as you sit on the edge of your bed, unsure and giving him a questioning gaze. His hands are confident when he makes you move backward, shuffling until you’re in the middle of your bed on your back.
Yoongi joins you on the bed, kneeling next to you. He watches as he reaches out, brushing his fingertips over your thigh. His touch is featherlight, making you shiver. He doesn’t do anything but this at first, tracing the shape of your clothed hip, up the sides of your rips, under the curve of your breast.
Your breath catches, fixated on Yoongi as he outlines your curves. His eyes flicker to your face, drinking in your expression when he draws his fingers over the swell of your tits and over your nipple. The stimulation is barely there but it spikes. You inhale sharply and he smirks as he keeps going, brushing over your throat, and under your jaw, feeling your pulse.
“Pretty,” he murmurs. He takes you by the chin, thumb pulling at your bottom lip. “What do you like?”
It’s hard to answer. Yoongi’s hand leaves your mouth and trails back down to your neck. He wraps his fingers around your throat but doesn’t squeeze. It’s a barely-there ghost of a grip and he raises his eyebrow. You nod, unable to string together an answer. He squeezes gently before continuing his exploration downward again.
Your tongue is heavy in your mouth. This Yoongi is one you’ve never experienced. He’s quiet as always, but the silence is heavier. Pointed. He bites his bottom lip a little as he passes your stomach and dips between your legs, pressing against your clothed cunt.
“Yeah?” he asks when your hips twice.
You feel heat lick through you, pooling between your legs. Your fingers twist in the sheets in anticipation. Heat pulses from your pussy, panties getting damp and Yoongi’s has barely touched you. It’s the way he looks at you, the way he presses his thumb against your swelling clit.
“Yeah,” you breathe, voice watery. “I’m pretty into it.”
“I can tell,” he teases. He leans down, keeping one hand between your legs, gently applying pressure and circling his fingers as his lips search for yours. “You’re already wet, huh?”
Yoongi doesn’t let you answer. His lips capture yours and you sigh into his mouth, hands coming up automatically to wrap around his neck. It feels so natural. His hair is soft between your fingers and his mouth is warm, tasting faintly of the peppermint tea he drank earlier.
Kissing Yoongi is heady. He controls the kiss, keeping the pace slow as if he’s savoring you. Your thighs close around his hand as he presses through your shorts harder. When he introduces his tongue to your mouth, it takes your breath away.
Breaking the kiss, Yoongi mouths at your jaw. You arch into him, running your hands down his chest, feeling the warm skin beneath his sweater. One of your hands goes to his wrist pressed into the mattress by your head, holding onto him, the other goes to his hand between your legs, laying your fingers on his, pressing.
He hums, the buzz of his mouth against the underside of your jaw maddening. Together, you peel your shorts down your legs. Yoongi shuffles closer to you, your thigh pressed against his as he continues to kneel next to you, heat radiating from his body.
Yoongi traces the trim of your panties. You watch him, your mouth parted as you breathe unsteadily. He is solely focused on you. You can feel the slick sticking to the silk, watching as he drags a finger near your hip, his touch tantalizing.
Maybe this is what you were missing. Yoongi takes his time, dragging out the feeling of his hands on you. Works you up as he removes your shirt and bra next. You feel drunk on him already, nipples pebbling in the cold room. His nails scratch lightly up your stomach to your chest. He smirks as he traces slow, lazy circles around your nipples, eyes glancing up to watch your expression.
“Why?” you ask, hissing at the light stimulation. You want more.
“No one is in a rush,” he mutters. His voice is low, raspy. “Are you?”
When you shake your head, he smiles, pinching a nipple between two fingers. A curse drips from your mouth and your hips buck. You close your eyes, letting Yoongi tweak one nipple then the other, letting him guide you through. The stimulation feels good - otherworldly, even, when he bends down and flicks the tip of his tongue over one playfully.
“No,” you sigh. “Not in a rush.”
His teeth scrape your sensitive bud and your head rolls back, pushing into the mattress. “Good. Relax, let me take care of you.”
Tension melts out of your body. You didn’t realize you were so tense until he pointed it out. You let yourself sink into the feeling of Yoongi sucking gently on the peak of your right nipple while his thumb brushes back and forth over the other. The stimulation feels good, your head lolling to the side as you breath shakily.
Yoongi is slow. He takes his time running his tongue across your chest, air cooling is spit as he goes. You squeeze your thighs together, feeling your cunt throb for attention. He notices, nipping his way back up to your neck as he slides a hand down between your legs, pressing your panties into your sticky folds.
“Fuck,” you sigh. He nuzzles your neck, tongue swipe over the sensitive spot of your throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking wet.”
“Good.” His words are muffle as he sucks at your tender skin. You angle your head, giving him better access. It feels like the bed is spinning wildly, a compass lost in an electromagnetic field. “Tell me at any point if something doesn’t feel good or you want something else.”
“Okay.”
You open your eyes and smile. It’s so Yoongi to make sure he asks what you want. So Yoongi to remind you that he’s here for you. That as he slips his hand under the waistband of your underwear, he’s determined to provide for you. To get you off.
A moan slips out of your mouth when it comes into contact with your dripping cunt. He avoids touching your clit directly, fingers spreading your folds as he teases your hole experimentally. It feels good - whether it’s because it’s Yoongi or because you’re already worked up, it doesn’t matter.
Yoongi circles around your clit deftly a few times, making your hips wiggle. A tingle settles in your stomach, fingers twisting in the sheets.
When he retracts his hand, you open your eyes. He watches you steadily lifting his fingers to pop them between pink lips and oh. He hums around his fingers, making a show of rolling his tongue around them, tasting your juices. He slides them slowly out of his mouth, hypnotizing you.
“Mmm.” He grins and reaches to slide your underwear off. “Can’t wait to eat you out. First, I’m gonna make you come.”
Never in your friendship would you have imagined Yoongi to be like this. It would be a lie to say you’d never thought what it might be like to have him like this, his hands peeling your underwear off. The scrap of the silk on your legs is heady, every part of your skin extra sensitive.
Lips parts, eyes fixed, you watch him toss the underwear to the side. He shuffles so that one knee rests against his leg, the other spread flat on the mattress for him. There is a split second where you feel vulnerable, spread open for him to see how much of a mess you are at the barely stimulation. You start to close your leg but Yoongi shakes his head, hand brushing down your inner thigh.
Slowly, Yoongi drags a finger up your slit to your entrance, massaging lightly with his finger before sinking in slowly. You let out a long breath, your walls clenching around his finger. It doesn’t provide a lot of stretch, but it feels good, the pad of his pointer stroking your inner wall.
At first, Yoongi is slow. Familiarizing himself with your warm, wet heat. He picks up the pace then, stroking deeply, ensuring to push up against that soft spot inside of you. It drives you crazy. Crazier, still, when he leans down and attaches his mouth to yours, tongues tangling as he fingers you leisurely.
“Fuck,” Yoongi mutters against your mouth. “You’ve got a wet little cunt.”
“Not usually,” you admit. You card your fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends a little. Your entire body is radiating with heat, sweat slicking your skin. “Fuck, it feels good. Doesn’t usually.”
“No?” he sucks harshly at your jaw and your eyes flutter shut.
“No. Usually they jack hammer their fingers into my pussy.”
His laugh is hot on your skin. “Nah, just gotta find the spot.”
Yoongi has found the spot. Makes it ten times better when he adds another finger, giving you something more substantial to grip on. Your cunt grips his fingers like a vice, slick sounds filling the room. He adds his thumb to the mix, pressing down on your clit. You gasp his name, hips bucking against his hand, dripping into his palm.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunts. “Fuck yourself onto my hand the way you like.”
Together, you work yourself up to the edge. Yoongi doesn’t pause for a moment, doesn’t complain that his wrist is tired, doesn’t stop tonguing your sensitive spot on your neck until you’re clinging to him, coming around his fingers in a wet, messy squelch.
You shake as he thrusts his fingers a few more times, the slopping sound of his palms smacking your pussy intoxicating. You feel like liquid, blurry at the edges and warm.
“Holy shit,” you sigh. Yoongi pulls his fingers from your hole and you immediately squirm, hating the empty feeling. “That was just from your fingers?”
“Uh huh.” You watch as he licks his fingers again, grinning around them. Your stomach flips, cunt still leaking, begging for more. “Now watch what happens when I eat this pussy.”
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I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS
Full HC: MC becomes an author and starts writing memoirs detailing their adventures with their beloved; how do the M6 react? How do they try to help?
The Arcana HCs: When MC writes their love story
Julian
Waaay too invested. Come on. You're writing memoirs about the dramatic, life-changing, whirlwind saving-the-world story that's been your romance? Be still his theatre kid heart
Will ask regularly if you've written anything more and set time aside to read whatever you share with him. Often does so out loud, to whichever patient/clinic assistant/bar patron is nearby
Cannot handle how fondly you describe him
People regularly ask to hear him read the latest installment, just for the sight of the infamous Dr Devorak blushing and stumbling over his words, voice cracking at your loving view of him
This does not stop him from suggesting changes. Specifically, suggesting embellishments. What do you mean the Devil wasn't twenty feet tall? Surely you're misremembering how big he was
Doesn't pressure you to rush your work at all, but is living in perpetual (self-inflicted) purgatory waiting for the story to be finished and to see the book published
Has a spot preemptively saved for it on his library shelf
Coincidentally, half the city plans to preorder it as well
Asra
Their curiosity is killing them, but they value your privacy and creative freedom way too much to ask to see what you're writing
The most he does is offer encouragement, compliments, and help
What you don't see is the sheer level of loving gratitude that they feel about what you're doing. They've accepted your previous memory loss, and have been happy to hold your memories for you
But the fact that you treasure the memories you share with him now so much that you're putting in the hours and effort it takes to preserve them for the future ...
It's enough to overwhelm them, sometimes, which can make them seem distant about the project (though you know them well enough at this point to see that this means they're emotional)
Very good at giving you the emotional support you need for a project like this, especially when you have to relive some of the harder parts of your shared history
Always happy to help you remember the details of how something went. He started remembering things for both of you after you came back, and it makes for some tender conversations
Nadia
Honored. That's mostly what she feels - deeply honored
And a little unsure of how best to support you while you go about your endeavor. Her instinct is to get as involved with it as possible, making sure you have all the resources for success you could need
But she's also aware that this is a very personal thing for you to do, and that the point of it is to write things down from your point of view. This is your project, so she should probably stay out of it ...
Well, offering you her help and "casually" bringing by new supplies every couple days shouldn't hurt
If you didn't have it already, you've got a writing room, strong boundaries around your creative time, only the best ink and parchment, and access to dictionaries and thesauruses galore
Will light up and drop everything if you give her some of what you've written to read over. She's fascinated by your perception of the world (and her) and enjoys learning more about it
She's also extremely knowledgeable about spelling, grammar, and sentence structure, so unless you clarify that you're not asking for feedback you'll get plenty of suggested corrections
Muriel
He's a little ... embarrassed
Don't get him wrong. He loves that you're doing what you're doing, and deep down he'd fight the world to let you keep doing it
But half the time he catches a glimpse of the page you're writing he can see his own name spelled out multiple times in there and it makes him feel much more perceived than he is used to
He feels like what you're doing is almost holy, though
So much of his life was defined by losing his history, his connections, his chance to share memories with a family
And now here you are, putting hours upon hours into documenting the history and family you've built together and found in each other, until your story no longer depends on being alive to tell it
Which is why he'll dote on you while you work, bringing you water and snacks, ink refills and spare pages, making sure your workspace is well-lit and the temperature is comfortable
He wants to honor what you're doing
He's also very interested in reading it, but he's not going to ask. He'll just linger nearby in case you have a question or something ...
Portia
Her first thought is to offer to co-author it
Think about it - you two could write alternating chapters, with the story line switching between your two perspectives!
She's completely understanding if you say no, but she might try to use that to get you to agree to letting her read it as you write it. This is the coolest romance adventure story ever!
Amazing for helping you with the pre-writing creative process. Need someone to bounce ideas off of? Need help structuring your outline or blocking out how much space to give different things?
She's got you. She's quick to notice what boosts your creative flow and will help you get into that groove, whether it's chatting about what you're going to write next or giving you tea and snacks
Her only criticism is that you don't give yourself enough credit in your writing. Otherwise, she loves every word
And by love, that means obsesses. She devours every page you show her and could spend hours telling you why she loves it
It's also a massive boost to her to be reminded that you see her as a main character in your story. It makes her happy cry regularly
Lucio
On the outside, he's playing it cool
Of course you're writing about the adventures you've had together! You two are the best of the best and you've done some seriously awesome things, writing a killer novel about it makes total sense
On the inside, he's scared
He's not an introspective guy. He spends most of his time in the moment, but on the occasions that he has to stop and contemplate himself, he gets insecure a lot faster than he'd like to
And now you - the person who knows him even better than he does - are writing about him. About who he is to you. About what he means to you. About ... who he used to be to you
That's terrifying
He puts off reading anything you offer to show him, and distracts himself from thinking about it when you sit down to write. He's curious to see what you have to say and anxious at the same time
What if you think he hasn't changed that much? What if writing down what he used to be like makes you admire him less?
When he does read it, he almost cries at how loving it is
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Will You Still Need Me?
Summary: Steve Harrington is avoiding telling his professional-musician-boyfriend, Eddie, that he's going deaf because he's worried about what will happen when he does.
Part One - Part Two - Part Three - or Read on AO3
May 12, 1992: Today.
Hold yourself together, hold yourself together, hold yourself together.
It's an old familiar chant. Steve was practically raised on the mantra. He repeats it in his head as he leaves the exam room and passes through the doctor’s office lobby full of older folks reading outdated magazines. He chants it as he takes off running through the parking lot and throws himself into the driver's seat of his bimmer.
He holds himself together until he can't anymore. He bursts into tears in the safety of his car. It's explosive when Steve finally cries, he lets everything build up for far too long which tends to result in a snotty, messy display.
It's not fair, the news he was given. He'll never outrun his violent teenage years. It's getting harder and harder to find value in himself with the extensive list of health issues he's accumulating.
The voice in his head – the one that sounds like all the people who've ever hated Steve – is chastising him.
Your life's not over, you're being pathetic.
But he just wants to feel sorry for himself in peace.
What Steve needs is to talk to someone. But he can't even hear Robin when they talk on the phone anymore, which pulls another desperate sob out of him. He just wants his best friend.
He's dreading telling his professional-musician-boyfriend the news, there’s no way that’s gonna go well. Part of Steve’s appeal to Eddie is that Steve has always gone to all of his shows. Even before they started dating, he’d show up to their Hideout gigs and compliment Eddie on little moments of each performance that he enjoyed. Steve’s pretty sure it’s what won Eddie over in the end.
So what’s gonna happen when the very foundation of their relationship is pulled out from under them? Will Eddie go looking for someone else to listen to music alongside? Lord knows there are plenty of men who would die to be in Steve’s shoes.
Unsure of where else to go for reassurance, he decides that when he stops crying maybe he'll drive to Jeff's.
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When Steve tried to remember the first time he noticed things getting bad, he pictured a concert. It was a warm summer night, a few years back.
August 1990: Two years ago.
The final chord of the concert rang out across the stadium and vibrated through Steve. The drummer smashed a conclusion to the encore, sweat falling from his hairline. It was loud, so loud. Steve was flinching and wincing all night.
He and Eddie were pushed up snugly against the barricade in front of the stage; warm bodies caging them in. Really, Eddie was at the point in his music career where he needed to have security with him in a crowd like this, but he thought donning sunglasses and wearing his hair twisted up into a bun cut it as a "sufficient disguise." Steve was only slightly annoyed to admit that it was, in fact, sufficient because no fans had approached them. Eddie sacrificed his comfort for the evening to wear a long-sleeved shirt that covered all of his demobat scars. They were one of the defining features of his on-stage persona. Those and his tattoos, probably.
And despite the fact that Eddie definitely could have pulled backstage access for them to watch the concert more comfortably, he always insisted on watching it like an audience member. "The experience is completely different," Eddie had argued, and yeah, Steve wasn’t disputing that.
The crowd roared as the band bid everyone a good night, and the stage lights went out conclusively. Sweaty bodies started pushing their way out of the stadium, away from Steve. He finally felt like he could breathe again, but boy were his ears ringing. He blinked at the crowd moving towards the exits when he felt clammy fingers wrap around his bicep and squeeze excitedly.
He looked over, and Eddie was beaming, practically bouncing with the adrenaline of seeing one of his favorite bands live. He looked like the zealous, music-obsessed kid that Steve fell in love with a handful of years ago and not the well-adjusted musician who had met or performed with nearly all of his role models by then. He had been so excited for the show, and by the looks of it, it was everything Eddie hoped it would be and more. Eddie pulled him towards the exit, keeping his head down so they could get home quickly.
"My ears are ringing really bad," Steve complained.
"Mine too," Eddie giggled and pumped his fist. He was celebrating as if ringing ears were an accomplishment. "That speaker setup was on another level." Steve nodded; his ears would be fine... probably.
"You had a good time?" Steve just wanted to hear about how much Eddie loved it because then the headache he’d probably get later wouldn't hurt so bad.
"Amazing time! Best concert yet, I think. So glad you were there with me." Eddie pushed down his sunglasses and blinked at Steve with big, shiny eyes. The headache would be worth it.
When they got home, Eddie ushered them both into the bathroom, pushed the shower knob on, and started stripping. He threw his clothes messily onto the counter. Steve followed, much less enthusiastically.
Eddie’s a big, fiery ball of energy; his social battery gets charged when he’s pushed around in big crowds and surrounded by loud music. Steve is the opposite; he’s always drained down to nothing by the end of a concert because he worries about Eddie's safety the whole time. He makes an effort to wear a smile, though, so Eddie doesn’t have to worry about whether or not Steve is having a good time.
Eddie pulled him into the satisfyingly warm water and immediately wrapped his tattooed arms around Steve’s waist. Steve fell back against the cold tiled wall, which made him hiss and arch away from it. Eddie leaned down to press heated kisses down his jaw and neck. When he got to the meat of Steve's shoulder, Eddie bit down softly.
His hands slowly migrated from the dimples of Steve's back down to his ass. With a cheek in either palm, Eddie squeezed greedily and pulled their bodies together. He moaned into Steve's shoulder. Steve didn’t hear the moan; he only felt it, vibrating against him. His ears were still ringing.
"Eddie?" Steve asked softly. Eddie hummed in acknowledgment. "I don't think I want to have sex tonight. Can we take a normal shower, maybe? Please?"
Eddie pulled back with a startled expression. His hands retreated to rest on the wall on either side of Steve.
"Oh fuck, Steve. I'm sorry." Eddie searched Steve's eyes. "I should have asked; I'm sorry."
Steve felt guilty about making Eddie feel guilty, but honestly, he was worried about himself. He’s got health-related anxiety now, after years of living with his worrywart best friend, Robin, and consistently uncovering new side effects of upside-down related injuries. So the fact that his ears were ringing more intensely than they ever had before, made him nervous.
"It's okay," Steve assured him, but he felt small and kind of fragile. Steve just wanted to go to sleep.
"Want me to get out and give you some space?" Eddie asked with his hand already pushing back the curtain, ready to step out.
Steve shook his head and reached for the shampoo bottle. He grabbed Eddie's wrist and squeezed a dollop into his palm. Eddie always used more shampoo than him, had much more hair after all. Steve did the same to his own palm and started massaging it in. He could feel Eddie watching his back, probably with sad puppy dog eyes.
Steve made his shower a short one instead of going through his whole five-step process. He just shampooed his hair and stepped out, leaving Eddie alone under the hot spray of water.
He dressed himself in oversized baggy sweats, which made him feel like he was in control of himself again, for some reason. He cozied up on his side of the bed and nuzzled his face into his pillow for comfort.
It wasn't long until Steve felt the bed sink next to him. He turned his head to face Eddie and squinted against the lamplight coming from the bedside table. His man was still wrapped up in a towel, hair dripping onto his own pillow. Eddie brought a hand up to gently pet Steve's arm with the back of his index finger in a little windshield-wiping motion.
"Are you okay? I'm really sorry for pushing and not asking. I feel bad."
Steve shook his head. "You're fine, don't even worry 'bout it. I just have a lot on my mind. Wasn't feeling it."
"Did you not like the concert?" Eddie sounds crestfallen as he reaches down to wrap the towel more snugly around himself.
"Always have so much fun with you, baby. I'm just tired is all. 'Kay?" Steve knew that the concert would be ruined in Eddie's mind if he found out Steve didn't really like it. So Steve always kept those thoughts locked away deep in the caverns of his mind. He would do just about anything to make Eddie happy anyway.
Eddie nodded and stood up to put on a pair of boxers.
"Alright," he responded, and Steve resolutely ignored the panic of how little of Eddie's voice he could hear. He tried to assure himself it would be better in the morning.
The ringing in his ears was gone when he woke up, which calmed him enough to ignore his hearing-related issues for a while. He's good at ignoring his problems.
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April 1991 - A year ago.
Steve was studying, believe it or not.
When the band first moved out to California, Steve took up a job waiting tables at a chain restaurant that he never wanted to think about again. It was well and truly traumatic.
Tired of being yelled at for minimum wage pay, Steve finally sat down and listened to Eddie list off some career options he reckoned his boyfriend might enjoy. Steve hated when people told him what he should do with his life. Eddie wasn't telling or demanding, Steve had to remind himself, he was just suggesting.
Steve was still deciding what he wanted to do. Eddie assured him there was no rush, but he feels useless if he’s not making strides toward some sort of focused career. He was speeding his way towards an undergraduate degree at a state school on Eddie's dime and flirting with the idea of becoming a physical therapist. He didn't know if he could handle that much education, though.
That afternoon, Steve had been thumbing through a stack of notecards for an anatomy exam he had the next morning. It was a Nancy Wheeler-approved study method.
He paused when the phone rang. Steve rushed into the kitchen and answered with his signature, "Munson Residence, this is Steve." It made him smile every time. He liked to pretend that he was a Munson too.
He heard a garbled voice on the other end, but he was pretty sure it was Eddie calling from JFK airport.
"I'm so sorry, I can't hear you. Could you talk a tad louder, please?" Steve asked politely just in case it was someone calling Eddie on business.
"Hi baby," he could subtly make out.
"Hi Teddy, what's up with you?" Steve responded, curling the phone cord around his finger.
"I have bad news; my flight got delayed, so we'll actually be in at one... not eleven. And I know you have class in the morning-"
"I'll be there, it's no problem," Steve confirmed.
"Are you sure? We can-" Eddie cut off, and Steve pushed his ear impossibly closer to the phone. "Oops, Grant says I'm talking too loud..." and Eddie got quieter. Steve couldn't hear what he said next, but he guessed it was something about finding another way to get home.
"I'll be there. Okay? Don't worry about me. I’ll see you soon, baby. I love you."
"Okay, love you. See you soon." Eddie chirped back.
Steve mounted the phone onto the receiver and trudged back over to the couch. He wondered if it would be a better use of his time to continue studying for his test tomorrow or nap so that he wouldn't be completely exhausted in the morning. High school Steve would have chosen to sleep, so he decided to study.
Steve pulled the van up and parked it right in front of the American Airlines door a little before 1 am. He waited and waited and motherfucking waited. He should have brought his flashcards, dammit. He did, however, buy one of those bouquets of black-dyed roses that Eddie loves. It was set carefully on the passenger seat next to him, waiting for Eddie.
Steve had to drive a few loops around the airport because it wasn't until around 1:45 am that the band exploded out through the airport doors with luggage in tow. Steve got out to help them pack it all into the back. There were a few teenage boys standing near the street, staring at the band with wide eyes.
Please, Steve begged the universe, do not approach or ask for something silly like an autograph.
"Hi, Sweetness," Eddie crooned. He gave Steve a friendly-looking, publicly acceptable hug to tide them both over until they got home. "Missed you so much." Eddie stepped back and threw his suitcase into the trunk, slamming the back door shut as the other guys squeezed into their seats.
Eddie lit up when he opened the passenger-side door and saw the bouquet. He grabbed his roses and held them up to his face to hide his smile. Gareth and Grant teased him in the backseat. Jeff stared on wistfully.
"Baggage claim take a while?" Steve asked while pulling away from the curb.
"No, not really. We kinda sped out of there," Eddie confirmed. How can that be right? They were forty minutes late.
"You said you were gonna get in at 1," Steve argued.
"1:30, I said 1:30," Eddie responded as he turned back to confirm it with his friends. "I said 1:30, right?" Steve looked in the rearview mirror to see Grant's curly hair bob up and down with an over-the-top nod.
Oh, well, fuck.
"Must have misheard, my bad," Steve dismissed as he made his way through airport traffic. He felt Eddie's eyes on him. He was being watched with a concerned expression. He shrugged it off.
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May 9, 1992 - three days ago
Thank God it was Saturday, Steve thought contentedly, wiggling in the warmth of the bed. He threaded his fingers through Eddie's, which were splayed across his stomach possessively, even while asleep. Steve luxuriated in the simplicity of having no pressing or immediate responsibilities. He was surprised when Eddie squeezed his tummy. He turned over to see Eddie wide awake and watching him.
"Oh hi, didn't know you were awake yet," Steve rolled onto Eddie's chest and pressed gentle kisses to the tattoos inked across Eddie’s collarbone and shoulder. Eddie grabbed Steve's chin and lifted his face so that they were both looking at each other. He looked upset.
"I've been talking to you." Uh oh. This might be the tipping point. Eds might finally bring up the thing they'd both been blissfully ignoring. "I'm worried about you, Sweetness. About your hearing."
Yep. Steve sighed and flopped backward onto the sheets. He wished he could sink into them. There went his relaxing morning. Eddie chased him. He sat up and leaned over, placing a warm palm on Steve's cheek and tugging on Steve's earlobe.
"Maybe we should make a doctor's appointment." Which Eddie should have known was absolutely going to be met with one of Steve's dramatic eye-rolls.
"It's gonna cost a million dollars for them to tell me I have a little hearing loss. I'm not gonna do that." Steve didn’t have health insurance, much to everyone's chagrin.
"There could be things to prevent it from getting worse," Eddie suggested softly because he knew Steve was tender about perceived weaknesses. And then Steve realized that his hearing issues had probably become inconvenient to everyone around him, but they'd been too nice to say anything until now.
If Eddie didn't want to drag this out, then fine. Steve could suck it up and go see a doctor.
"Okay," Steve agreed, and Eddie gave him a relieved smile and a kiss on the forehead.
"Thought that would take a lot more convincing. Let's get you in sometime this week, that sound good?" Eddie asked and scooted down the bed to pad off to the bathroom.
It did not sound good. The whole reason he had been pushing off the diagnosis he knew was coming was because it would probably send Eddie running. He was trying to savor his limited time left in this bed.
#steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie fic#steve x eddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#soft eddie munson#hurt/comfort#steddie fluff#Hard of Hearing#deafness#eddie munson is a sweetheart#rock star eddie munson#brief mention of sex
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Your Eyes Tell
When your person looks into your eyes, what do they see and what do they feel?
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Pile 1
This pile’s person is giving “You two against the world” vibe.
What do they see?
They might have chased after you for a bit before the two of you got together.
They like you ALOT.
I see images flashing through their head of all the times you two have laughed together. They really treasure you and your connection because they understand that your nature is more social so you’ve had plenty of opportunities in the past to have partnered or stayed with someone else.
What do they feel?
They feel that with you, their life is full of adventure but in a way that's due to your mysterious(?) nature.
Like they have no idea what’s going on in your head sometimes but it doesn't scare them at all. They’re ready to do whatever, whenever.
They’re in love with you fr fr. It took a minute to get the cards cuz they kept sneaking extra ones in. They have so much to say about you <3
Have a lovely day <3
Pile 2
This pile’s vibe is kinda dark but not like evil or scary. More like adrenaline pumping at night, for whatever reason.
What do they see?
Cards flipped right out awww
They see their fate. The KNOW yall are soulmates fr.
The two of you might have had to overcome or fight through a few obstacles to be together.
They feel very deeply about you. Giving partner in crime.
Also getting that whatever you are/do (career) or have gone through, they respect you. Period.
I’m hearing “I don't care. I don't care.” from them while someone else tries to twist your loves’ view of you.
What do they feel?
They can not fail when they’re with you.
Side note, you may be a bit ‘backwards’ to the people around you. Your person loves you all the same.
(They lowkey are tryna write you a letter)
They feel your reasons for the way you are, and they’re careful to have me not use ‘understand’.
They themselves feel their emotions veerrryy deeply, so when they watch you in all your ‘backward’ glory with context to your situation and time to truly sit with what you've shared with them, it's like to them you're normal.
I see people gawking at you, maybe because of something you’ve said, but there stands your person, simply waiting for you to continue <3
Have a lovely day <3
Pile 3
This feels like a young/childhood love. Like yall have been around each other for a minute.
What do they see?
Getting goosebumps. This is a ‘rush’ or ‘whirlwind’ of love
I think they've seen you go and grow through a terrible relationship.
When they look into your eyes they see someone who at one point beat themselves down with a proverbial hammer, and with that same hammer built the badass that they know today.
What do they feel?
Ya’ll may be older now or when you get together cuz the vibe just switched.
Like I said, they may have seen you at your best, worst, your most mid; cuz while I was pulling they would pick a card but throw three or four others out at the last minute. They've seen all of you, so naturally it would be hard to sum it up all in one card.
What’s interesting is this person isn't very good with words and yet…
“I've seen you while you were in the wrong, positive you were right. I've seen you confused and unsure of your stance on things concerning your self and well being. I've seen you bloom. Wilt. Sprout. Grow. I was by your side through it all and that's where I'll stay.”
Have a lovely day <3
Pile 4
Goofy ahhh couple!
Yall definitely singing at the top of your lungs together (and one or both of you be on that hoe fr)
What do they see?
First of all, you came out of nowhere. “Like a bolt of lightning.”
This group also might have some age on them cuz the songs and the way I'm dancing to them have 90s bounce to it.
They may have been manifesting you but not like “This is what im manifesting”. More in a way where you're just everything they could ever want in a partner “PEAK partner”
What do they feel?
I felt an immensely grateful energy before I even pulled.
You may have unknowingly freed them from a lot of their fears or maybe helped embrace a part of themselves the world hasn't been very kind to.
They feel free, loved, happy. <3
Have a lovely day <3
#pick an image#pick a pile#pick a picture#pick a card#oracle reading#pac reading#pac#general reading
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not sure how much traction this will get but! I just got top surgery friday and here's a short list of things I either wish I was told or wish was talked about more that might help some others!
you have to be so so so careful with what meds you take in the month/weeks leading up to surgery. I fucked up and got mine delayed by over a month because my adhd mixed up ibuprofen and tylenol. check the packet they give you a million times and if you're unsure about absolutely anything, ask. but in general: tylenol is the only pain med that's okay to take in the week leading up to surgery. be honest about alcohol/drug use because there's specific instructions for those as well.
a lot of insurances will need you to make sure it's coded as gender affirming surgery rather than plastic surgery or they won't cover as much of it. make sure you ask your insurance if there's anything like that that might screw you over later.
if you have a chronic condition like I do (type 1 diabetes) you and your surgeon might find it best if you stay overnight. if not, you'll likely be sent home day of so make sure you have a responsible adult that can drive you to and from your surgery.
if you are fat, that is totally okay and there's plenty of surgeons that will work with you. however, make sure your surgeon/hospital doesn't have a bmi/weight limit. it's bullshit and completely unfair, but you may have to look elsewhere (I'm lucky and my surgeon was amazing about that). besides, they probably aren't very good at their job if they have that and you'll find better care with another surgeon anyway
speaking of being fat and getting top surgery, ofc it's all personal preference, but I'd really recommend considering leaving some fat on your chest. fat cis men have some fat on their chests and it's easy for it to look concave if your surgeon removes all the fat. discuss some options w your surgeon and look up post op pics of other fat people that have had top surgery to find stuff similar to what you're going for!
they are going to put you on strong pain meds after, probably oxycodone. if you have a history of addiction or a family history, be aware of that and talk to your doctor about other options if you would rather not take it. if you've never taken oxy before, nausea is a super common symptom so you can totally ask your doctor to prescribe you an anti nausea medication to take alongside it. it doesn't always 100% help so I would also recommend making sure you don't take it on an empty stomach.
honestly, for me the pain hasn't reached above a 6. everyone is different ofc but it's a very dull achey sort of pain. the worst parts, according to me and others I've known who've gotten top surgery, are: nausea, itching, fatigue, constipation, the drainage tubes tugging (and if you don't have gauze under them like I do, chafing), and for me I've started to get back pain from having to sleep sitting up
have a ton of pillows on hand because you're going to have to sleep sitting almost the entire way up on your back. it sucks.
have easy to open and grab snacks piled up! even if you have someone around to help you, sometimes you won't have an appetite for a whole meal and it's always nice to still be independent
speaking of constipation, invest in some milk of magnesia or ask for medication to be prescribed to help you with it. the anasthesia and oxy are gonna work together to make you miserable on that front.
drink plenty of water! make it fun w packets if you have to but your body just went through major trauma and you're going to need it
every surgeon/hospital has different instructions. I see a lot of these posts and they'll list certain things as total fact that are completely contradictory to what I've been told and what my boyfriend was told when he got his. this isn't to say either one is correct, but in general take these posts with a grain of salt and go with whatever your surgeon/hospital instructs you to do. especially as far as exercise, arm movement, showering, etc is concerned.
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Joel's first and last letter to Ellie...
Dear Ellie,
I hope this letter finds its way to you, though I doubt I'll ever have the courage to actually give it to you. I've been meaning to write down these thoughts for a while now, but every time I pick up the pen, my hand hesitates. There's so much I want to say, but I fear the words won't capture what I truly feel.
These past few months haven't been easy for either of us. I know we've been distant, and it's partly my fault. Hell, it's mostly my fault. I've been carrying the weight of the past, the choices I made, and it's been eating at me. I can see it in your eyes, the hurt, the disappointment, and I can't stand the thought of being the cause of that pain.
I remember the first time I saw you, a scared and determined kid with fire in your eyes. You reminded me so much of Sarah, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing someone else. That's why I made the choices I did – I wanted to protect you, to spare you the pain that I've carried for so long. But looking back, I see that I might have gone about it all wrong.
I want you to know that even when we're not on the best terms, it doesn't change how much I care about you. You mean more to me than words can express. I see so much of myself in you, Ellie, and it scares me sometimes. I want to protect you from the world, from the darkness that I've seen, but I also know that you're stronger than I ever was.
I've made mistakes, plenty of them, and I've hurt people along the way. But if there's one thing I've learned, it's that holding onto anger and regret only brings more pain. I'm not asking for forgiveness; I just want you to understand that everything I've done, I did with the intention of keeping you safe.
Sometimes I lie awake at night, haunted by the choices I've made, the lives I've taken. I've wanted to shield you from the darkness, but in doing so, I've pushed you away. I hope you can understand that everything I did, I did out of love. It might not excuse my actions, but it's the truth.
You've grown into such a strong, resilient person, and I'm proud of the woman you've become. You don't need me to protect you anymore, and maybe that's what scares me the most. I see so much of myself in you, and it terrifies me to think that you might follow in my footsteps.
I never meant to be the cause of your pain, Ellie. If I could turn back time, I'd do things differently, but life doesn't work that way. I've been carrying this letter around, unsure if I'll ever have the courage to give it to you. Maybe it's just my way of trying to make amends, to bridge the gap between us.
No matter what happens between us, remember that you're not alone. You have a strength in you that can weather any storm. Life can be cruel and unforgiving, but you don't have to face it alone. I'm sorry for the distance between us, and I hope you find the courage to forgive an old man who cares about you more than he'll ever admit.
Take care of yourself Ellie.
Love, Joel.
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small drabble I made... god I miss that guy, going to cry ugly now...
#drabble#ellie williams#joel miller#sad#ellie the last of us#tlou#the last of us 2#sad poem#sad quotes#depressing shit#fucking sad#letter#letting go#moving on#forgiveness#the last of us#joel tlou
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Alright, since @augmentedhuman posted some Bloodweave art, I'm upholding my end of the deal and posting some of my writing.
The context is that it's a loosely modern AU based on Duran Duran's Save a Prayer because it has SUCH VIBES. At some point I would like this to be a full fic, but for now, this is what I have written
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In the evenings, Gale liked to sit by the window looking out over the street while he graded papers. It had the best view of the sun as it sank behind the towering silhouettes of the city, the sky fading from blue to pink to purple as the buildings threw shadows over the rooftops. Tara liked it when he sat there too, the gregarious calico settling in his lap to watch the birds that perched on the windowsill.
Lately there was another reason why he liked sitting in that window. A tall, pale man wearing a leather jacket had taken to lingering by the corner. Sometimes other people came by to talk to him, exchanging a few words and flirtatious smiles before he led them off into the night. Sometimes, he'd pull out his phone and grimace, sliding his tongue over his teeth before stuffing his hands in his pockets and sulking off into the night. The rest of the time, he just kind of stood there smoking a cigarette and looking like he was waiting for something.
Normally, Gale didn't pay that much attention to the people who passed by his third story window, but one night he happened to spare a glance down at the street and found piercing red eyes looking back at him. He'd waved awkwardly, unsure he was even the focus of the man's gaze, and he thought he got a smile in return, but he couldn't be sure. Now Gale found the man's presence magnetic, his eye drawn towards the street with a distracting frequency, hoping against hope to catch the man's eye one more time.
Gale often wondered who he was and what he was doing standing there all night long. Though he knew he could always go down and strike up a conversation, part of him balked at the prospect. After all, what was he to say?
"Hello, I live in the apartment across the street and I've noticed you around. You're so handsome and mysterious, would you like to get coffee with me sometime?"
Well, it probably wasn't the worst pick up line the man had ever heard and it wasn't as though Gale was without his charms. It just never seemed to be the right moment.
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Astarion muttered to himself as he leaned back against the brick wall, hands stuffed into the pockets of his well worn skinny jeans. Petras had started edging in on his territory despite his repeated warnings. With the introduction of the Steel Watch, it was getting harder and harder to pick up victims for Cazador, and so the siblings were starting to bump into each other, causing rising tension and flaring tempers back at the coven. Astarion had started spending less and less time at home, braving sun as it began to sink beneath the city's horizon and the buildings began to cast long shadows over the streets.
Absent-mindedly, he glanced up at the window where the man with the cat liked to sit. He was usually wearing some flavor of robe that draped loosely over his shoulders and fell open at the chest, showing off just enough to make Astarion smirk. Every now and then, light from the sinking sun or a passing car would reflect off the lone earring dangling near the top of his jaw. It was that earring that had caught his eye in the first place, that little flash drawing his attention up from the street to the third story window.
If Astarion was being honest with himself, that man was the reason he was so protective of his territory. He didn't know anything about the man other than the fact that he had a cat, he spent his evenings drinking wine and reading, and that according to the apartment directory, his name was G. Dekarios. That was it. Sure, there were plenty of ways Astarion could find out more about him if he wanted, but the mystery was what made the man so enticing. He was like a beautiful bird tucked away in a cage that Astarion could admire while he worked and fantasize about when nights were slow.
What did he smell like, and how soft was his hair? What would he sound like if he was laid out on his back while Astarion pinned him down and sunk his teeth into his neck? Would he struggle? Would he acquiesce willingly, thrilled and aroused by the thought of being claimed by a vampire? So many of Astarion's victims were lured in by the subtle flash of fangs behind his lips, perhaps Mister Dekarios was just like the rest of them, sitting up there in his windowsill reading bawdy vampire romance novels.
Snorting to himself, Astarion tipped his head back and sighed, letting his thoughts wander further. The man in the windowsill seemed to enjoy Astarion's presence just as much if the long glances shot in his direction were any indication. How long would it take for the man to give into his curiosity and come down to speak with him? What would he wear when finally made his approach? Would he cross the street wearing one of his silky looking robes, one loose shoulder slipping down to expose a little extra skin? Or would he throw on something mundane and boring and ruin all sense of mystique that ignorance afforded him.
Perhaps it was better not to know. That was the risk you took when you fantasized about strange men in windowsills; there was always the chance that the man of your dreams is actually capital D dull. Luckily, Astarion didn't really care one way or another. This was just a little game he played while he waited for his next mark to come along.
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So this is a very minor thing and I'm still unsure about your page and everything, but you seem decent (I'm not a fan of the ex-feminist and ex-lesbian terms myself, but eh, to each their own) and like you just go "I enjoy more traditional gender roles. Others can do what they want as they please, this is just me." Which is a fine stance, all people are entitled to their own choices... ok, look, this got off track. I'm just wanting to say this isn't coming from a place of malice but I do have two things to say, one is a question and one is a minor correction.
Question: Why call yourself an ex-feminist, like, I see where you're coming from, but the point of feminism, as I've always understood it, is to let women live the life they choose and want, which includes both the "generic" feminist people think of, but it also includes women in traditional roles who are perfectly happy as they are and don't prevent others from doing what they do to be happy. Just wanted some clarification on that.
Correction: In your pinned post you referred to nonbinary as a sexuality, nonbinary relates to gender, not sexuality. Minor thing, but figured I should mention it.
Again, sorry if this came off as mean-spirited or anything, it's just the best way I could think to phrase it all.
I love long questions and I'm going to spend time trying to provide a good response.
First I'll just say that I wrote my pinned post when I was tired and in one draft. I think I should go through it and fix some errors like that lol.
So I call myself an ex feminist because I simply went from being a feminist who hated men and was basically every bad stereotype to me now who just finds love and acceptance with elements of like 50s culture, patriarchy, and the like and of course finding love for men and masculinity. Not everything mind you, there's plenty of unsavory things that should be left in the past but I find value in modest dress, general abstinence from drugs and alcohol, no tattoos or piercings on my body, shit like that. I stick with the label mostly because 1. it helps drive engagement which is good for social media growth, but more importantly 2. It to me symbolizes a level of personal growth that I went through and that to me is extremely valuable.
I have reasons for calling myself an ex-lesbian. Short version is that I had a series of very negative experiences with a number of lesbian partners, friends, and community and I didn't want to identify with that label. I don't really know what other label to apply to myself so I just stick with ex-lesbian.
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just a silly ramble about amber in comparison to dear reader by taylor swift
first of all to address whatever's being said insinuates an audience on the other end : that this has been practiced and written , perhaps like a book .
" dear reader if it feels like a trap you're already in one " - we begin in amber's year post college , trapped at home . she knows she is stuck , unsure how to get past that . her only solace is literature - and an endless monologue in her head to go with , reminders that she's missing out on life , that her piers are aging without her .
" desert all your past lives , and if you don't recognise yourself that means you did it right " upon moving to hampden she does her best to reinvent herself in a way , become more social , change her appearance . anything to appear versed in society, not to appear unsure . she didn't always quite fit in but it was enough for her to try , to act like she understood what she was doing .
" dear reader , you don't have to answer just cause they asked you " when applying to hampden she attempted to gain a place in the greek class , was rejected . amber , who'd dedicated time to spanish and latin was rejected . she needlessly took this personally , kept her language learning close to herself after that - her own needless secret . like she had something to be ashamed of .
" so i wander through these nights , i prefer hiding in plain sight " amber was a wallflower at many a college party , spent plenty of time in the library . other than lessons that would be the only time she left her dorm ; regardless of how she tried she was still a recluse. she noticed various people and couldn't help but be somewhat envious of strangers , would be glad to be anyone else .
"where i pace in my pen cause my friends found friends who care" even though amber can now go outside , is free to leave whenever she wants , she finds herself so often laid in bed with a book - reminiscent of old habits . she knew people , but she still didn't find herself with close friends . she couldn't help but want for more , anyone to feel close to or just a friend .
okay this got too long and i started sounding pretentious and shes my least favourite minor character ever
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I have been thinking about joining a dating app, but I always decide not to because I don’t know how to set up my own profile. I don’t take pictures of myself, and I don’t have pictures of myself, so I’m all out of luck there. Obviously, the solution is to take photos, but I work every day sometimes 6-7 days a week at the moment and all my free time goes into reading the Bible and improving my skills. How do you recommend using dating apps for people who aren’t very interested in them, but don’t want to miss out on the opportunity of meeting the right person?
I feel you on the pictures thing. I didn't really take selfies before dating either; I didn't like the way I looked.
There's two options here: 1) do a night where you can have a little photo shoot with yourself. Do up your hair, your makeup, put on something nice that you feel good in, and take a bunch of photos of yourself, or ask a friend or relative to help if you don't like mirror selfies. The holidays are coming up, maybe take a couple extra cute pics of yourself in your Thanksgiving getup or Christmas attire.
Or 2) have a friend take candid shots of you while reading or something, sans makeup, completely natural. And honestly, I'd go for option 2; you see more of who you are authentically that way, instead of a made up version of you. It all really depends on how you want to be viewed, but just remember that you'll have to live up to those versions of yourself that you depict in your bio. So honesty is always the best policy.
Secondly, insofar as bios go, BE AUTHENTIC! Talk about your dreams and goals for relationships as well as life in general. Don't act like you're a boss babe or club girl if you aren't one: guys appreciate truth. They appreciate authenticity. They appreciate natural beauty. At least, guys who are worthy of love and devotion appreciate those things.
They also appreciate hard work. Mention how hard you work, or play up your work ethic. And don't forget to talk about your faith. There's two things I believe every couple should be in agreement of: religion and politics. Maybe you want to be on a more Christian dating app, like ChristianMingle. I will say, though, that I saw PLENTY of good Christian men on tinder, at least for my area. So I believe you'd be able to find something anywhere you go, just don't be afraid to talk authentically and unabashedly about who you are and what you believe in.
My biggest advice though is not surrendering your morals or your hobbies for a man. Good men appreciate women who can "entertain" themselves. Good men appreciate women who can hold a conversation about their joys and hobbies. A good Christian man would also deeply appreciate and admire your devotion to God and wanting to be in His presence during your off days. That says a lot about who you are in regards to your faith. Good men appreciate solid personalities who are grounded in something outside of themselves.
As a (former) fellow casual dating app user, I used to only check in once, maybe twice a day. You might go for push notifications that someone liked or messaged you, and that might help remind you to check up more regularly. In not having much time during the day to reach out if someone does message you, you do risk coming across as unavailable. This may turn some guys off, but it might also be the right amount of distance for some men, and might drive other guys completely crazy for you! How you approach this is completely up to you.
If you're really unsure, ask a trusted friend to help set up your bio, someone who really knows you. Me? I just winged it and bore it all. My dreams of having a family someday. My love of nature. My favorite music. Give a prospective suitor something to launch into a conversation about. For example, my husband opened up a message complimenting my taste in music, which I listed my top 3 favorite artists, so I kind of gave him a helping hand there.
All in all, I'd say I got lucky. I was an open book. I looked through once a day and liked and disliked (that helps the algorithm in your favor). I didn't like people who were cringey. I had standards. In fact, my standards were kind of ruthless, if I may say. They have to be. Remember: there are WAAAY more men on dating apps than there are women. We virtually have our pick of any man, so long as you're able to weed out the studs from the duds. (Did I actually just say that? What am I, a relationship advice columnist? Damn.)
Anyway, you can be as involved or as casual as you want. You can dislike people at any time, and if they start being overly needy or creepy, I highly recommend you do dislike them. You don't owe anyone anything, especially if they expect more than you are willing or able to give.
BUT! When you find someone you really enjoy talking to, especially if you feel comfortable or like you've found a long lost friend, hold onto them. Make that effort. Even if all you're doing is asking how their day was, sharing what you made for supper, or wishing them a good morning. All men really crave one thing from a mate: affection. Not be confused with attention, and everyone's definition of affection is different, unfortuantely. But he shouldn't be the only one engaging in conversation or reaching out, you know?
I'm no romance expert, but I like to think I've done well for wrangling in a man in spite of being a deeply introverted girl. And a lot of my friends irl are men, and have opened up about what they are looking for in a woman. So, I'm not perfect, but if there's anyway I can help or give insight, do NOT be afraid to send me an ask or a message.
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Glass Love and Desire: Ch 3. Folded into the Empire
Chione's garden had expanded massively when the spring season came along to Al-Daidan. The waters were higher and flowed from the Aaru River to many farms near the riverbanks. As ridding the garden of weeds, Chione gathered the many vegetables to start canning to save for provisions. There were plenty of herbs to sell and flowers for the upcoming festival to celebrate the goddess of bountiful harvest, Haneen. It was going to be a good day at the market to sell all her goods.
A few suitors had tried to approach Chione with intentions of a courtship, but she had turned them down, saying she was not ready for a relationship. In reality, Chione did not want to be a concubine for a noble. Some were only interested because of her looks. Others pursued her because her father was famous for making maps across the continent. She was happy with her flowers, the garden grown by her mother, and the memories of her family here.
Al-Daida was rather quiet for another pleasant afternoon. What the people didn’t know was that the Hasai Civil War was about to come to a vicious and climatic end upon their land.
On this day, Prince Malakath dueled the last of the Dream Dragons. The creature had transformed into a living nightmare, taking on wings, fiery scales, and venom tripping from its fangs.
Battling the creature over the sea, through the skies of Danjur, the battle came to an end in Al-Diada. Everyone, including Chione, saw a comet of fire fall to the earth. In a fantastic display, a detonation of flames and embers scattered across the earth. Across the impact zone, sand turned to glistening glass, the radius of a small town having formed. And, in the middle of it all, Malakath stood over the dead dragon.
"What was that?" Chione had no clue it was Mally and a dragon. She thought it was perhaps a meteorite that fell to earth. It was too far away for her to tell what was truly going on but she had other matters to attend to for the day.
As the day went by, news quickly spread in town on the matter.
“Did you see what happened? It was like God fell to earth!”
“No! It was a beast fighting a man!”
“The matriarch sent out guards to investigate.”
“There’s a holy demi-god of emerald and fire! He killed a dragon! The guards are bringing the body and the being here!”
Chione was never truly interested in gossip, but the rumors about a green man certainly caught her attention. Yet, she never voiced such and merely listened. Her people were still unsure of the newcomers. Were they a threat or were they a friend? It was best to leave these matters to the Patriarch and his council.
Soon enough, however, she didn’t have to hear rumours.
Adorned in armour, a scimitar at his side, and tattered flowing cape, Malakath was paraded through the city to the Matriarch’s palace with the body of the dragon being dragged behind him by guards.
The prince had managed to convince the local Militia he was a Royal blessed by god, and that the dragon would be a gift for their people as a sign of good will. He had managed to learn a basic amount of Chione’s language to communicate with them.
Chione had heard the rumors of the green man visiting the palace of the Patriarch and Matriarch. She wondered if it truly was Mally or someone else from his race? She hoped it was not his sister. Either way, if it was him, Chione wondered what his intentions were. The bontanist never thought she would meet him again after he returned home. Still, it was not her place to question things. So, she waited... waited to see if he would visit her or if he even remembered her at all.
Tending to her garden in the early hours of the morning, Chione found a black snake, hiding in the growing strawberries.
"Oh, it's good to see you here," Chione spoke to the snake. "You're eating the pests which try to devour my plants, aren't you?"
Of course, there was no reply from the snake. It merely laid there in the shade, fat and happy from so many mice.
She told the snake, "You may stay. Enjoy your feast."
The snake simply hissed back at her.
"Now, now, don't be fresh." Chione left the snake to gather fruit from the growing mango trees. She took a few from the lower hanging limbs and gave a small sigh. Looking at her finger where the faintest of a scar resided, Chione wondered if Mally still enjoyed mangos. He ate so many when he was here. Going to her bench, she decided to peel a mango to enjoy as a snack. After slicing it into pieces, Chione nibbled on the juicy fruit and looked out upon her garden. Maybe it was time to... actually find someone, to have a relationship. Loneliness was starting to creep up on her. After her parents passed away, for the longest time, she just wanted to be left alone to process her grief. Now, she wondered if it was a sin to want to move on.
Suddenly, a voice spoke behind her in Hasai. “Hello Chione.”
Coming back into her life with a new freshly pressed cape and armour Malakath smiled brightly at the Nara.
Chione was so startled by the voice, having been deep in thought, almost dropping her fruit. Hurriedly standing from her bench, she whirled around and saw... Mally?! He was really here?! What was he doing back in Al-Daida? The rumors were obviously true of a man coming to the palace with a dead dragon as a tribute.
"Mally?!" Chione's surprise was evident across her face. "You're here?!"
He took her hand, and gave it a gentle kiss. Then, he spoke in her language. “I came back. To see you again.”
"You came back to see---wait." Chione realized her was speaking in *her* tongue. Her mouth fell open as he kissed her knuckles, charming as ever. She was so stunned, but only for a moment, before asking questions. "How did you... where did you learn to speak Naran?! How did you find your way back?! Why were you fighting---no, no, no, wait a minute, I'm mad at you." The Naran crossed her arms, giving a small pout. "You kept me waiting and worrying that something was wrong."
“Mad? At me?” Malakath held his hands up, a sarcastic defense. “I took the time to learn. I understand well, but still need practice… speaking.”
Malakath held her by the waist and led her to a couch, sitting down with her. “I was engaged… in a civil war. The other side were godless, devil worshipers. Stop them, I did.”
"You left, and then I hear rumors about a green man fighting a dragon, of course I'm mad at you! Doing something so reckless!" Chione swatted his arm lightly, not enough to hurt, but to get her point across to Mally. "Civil war or not, you need to be careful! I was thinking I was going to have to fish you out of a crater this time instead of the river."
As he led her to sit once again, Chione then supposed she could at least recognize his feat to learn her language. "Though, I am grateful you took the time to learn Naran. If you stopped these devil worshippers, then..." She asked, "Why did you come here to see me?"
“Because I came to realize something. Over this last year, there’s only one thing I could think about. After all the fighting. That’s you Chione. I can’t get you out of my head.”
"Fighting dragons and evil devil worshippers, you've certainly been busy." Chione was a bit flustered when he openly admitted that he had thought of her. It was very forward of Mally, for sure. "Me? You're a general, Mally, I'm just... a botanist."
"Militarily, I hold the rank of General. But I am actually a prince."
"... A WHAT?!"
Chione was absolutely mortified. He was royalty?! She had him pull weeds! Wash dishes! Scrub dirty clothes! The Patriarch and Matriarch never lifted such a finger for trivial work! She scolded him like a child for being stubborn! What he must think of her!
Malakath chuckled at her reaction. "I'm a prince. Prince Malakath of the Kikai Empire."
"I... I..." Chione had no idea how to express her feeling of absolute surprise and extreme mortification. She had no idea he was a prince from another nation. If she had known, then she would have taken him to the palace for proper accommodations. The Nara was confused as to why he did not make his way there and stayed with her. Yet, at the moment, more than anything, she felt... incredibly small.
Finally, Chione spoked, very quietly. "I... I'm so sorry." She apologized, her head bowed and staring at the ground. "I didn't know or I would have taken you to the palace."
"Hold your head high." Malakath spoke more boldly. When she followed his instructions, he lifted her up more with a gentle hand under her chin. "There we are. Straight and beautiful. When you found me, you saved my life. I'd have asked nothing more. I am grateful to you. I had no knowledge of where I was. My life was in your hands."
Mally was not... angry with her? Looking up at the prince of the Hasai, Chione supposed she should have realized he was of great importance. Yet, the armor she took off him at the river made her think he was a soldier or a general. The thought of Mally being royalty never crossed her mind since the noble families never donned armor for fighting. No, there were always guards or soldiers to protect them.
"It was the right thing to do," Chione told Mally softly, "I didn't want to see you suffer, but I did not have enough money for a doctor."
"And yet, your actions brought me back to health. Without you, I would be dead. My people, I, have you to thank for aiding us." He held her hands in his own, his light smile upon his lips as he looked fondly into her eyes. "I must ask, have you thought of me since our departure?"
"Thought of you? Of course, I have!" Chione almost laughed at his question as his calloused fingers rubbed over her hands. How could she forget him? The green man she found in the river? "You flashed into my life like a lightning strike. You were here, and then you were gone."
"Have you thought of me... on a deeper level?"
"... do you mean the kiss you gave me?" Chione asked, her cheeks turning a touch pink. "That was... unexpected, but not unwelcome."
Malakath enjoyed the sound of that. “Welcomed. Is that an experience you want to go through again?”
"I... don't know the customs of Hasai culture, but usually affection, true affection, in such a manner of kissing is reserved for those who wish to court one another." Chione did not want to offend him but she did not want to assume either. "It's different than just... a night of passion."
“And, what if my true intentions in coming back here were to make you my wife?”
"...! But... I-I..." Chione was flabbergasted. Her? The wife of a prince? A prince of a foreign nation? "I... I have nothing to offer you." She appeared to be incredibly shocked but also a touch sad. The stories always told nobility marrying within their status. Families arranged marriages from an early age. A commoner marrying into a noble family or even royalty was unheard of in Al-Daida. "You're a prince and I... I'm just me."
Malakath looked slightly disappointed. “Where’s that confidence you had when I first met you? This self pity is not your true character. I have seen it. You have strength in you. I have seen your Matriarch. I am not impressed. They will not do anything for themselves. If they consider themselves a royal, you must be holy above them.”
Confidence? Perhaps Chione had a touch of confidence before she knew he was a prince. He was just an everyday man then to her. But now, the knowledge of him being royalty, it did make her feel inferior. The royals were not cruel to their commoners, but knew how to keep them in place. Yet, here Mally was, comparing her to divinity. It was almost too sweet for him to say such words. If the guards of the palace heard, it would surely cause a ruckus!
"I meant status and a dowry, Mally," Chione explained to the prince. "I'm not a noble. I have neither of those. Is it... different in Hasai? Do I not have to have these things to... to be with you?" She carefully placed her hands on his chest, leaning in a little closer. "You compare me to the divine, but I want no place among them. I'd rather be mortal, be here with you."
“My family only if we continue our line. Someone of your strength, and who is willing to do work, they would accept you. Hasai royalty do not sit on their chairs. We lead and forge the future.” Malakath, held her hands close to her chest. “Come with me. Marry me and I will help you achieve your best self. All I need from you is your love.”
Would his people really accept her? Mally had no reason to lie. If he did not have intentions toward her, he would have never returned at all. She would have just been another stranger in his life which was lost to time. Al-Daida held nothing for her here. Perhaps taking a chance would result in a better future besides loneliness.
Leaning forward, Chione nuzzled her forehead against his. This was the deepest gesture of affection within Naran culture. She had thought of Mally often, and she did miss him. While love could blossom within time... was it wrong to deny the fact that she did feel something for him?
"... I'll become one with you, Mally." Chione agreed to Mally's request of her marrying him. She did not want him to leave, and he did not want to leave her. Perhaps, happiness was in her future after all. "... may I take my plants?"
Malakath was overjoyed. Rubbing his forehead against hers, he purred. "You may. Chione, there's something I wish to show you. Consider it an engagement gift."
Reaching into a sleeve in his cape, the prince took out a rectangular device. This box was carefully crafted to capture real to life images, printing out pictures of said images. Scrolling through the selection of images that had been recorded, the prince found what he was looking for; a massive glass house ready to be filled with plants.
"See here? I had a greenhouse built for you. I hope you like it."
"An engagement gift?" Chione repeated, realizing Mally had been so confident that she was going to say yes, he had already prepared a present for her in his homeland. It was rather confident of him in manner, but it only caused her to laugh. The entire time Mally had spent with her, he had oozed confidence. "You are definitely sure of yourself."
When Mally pulled out the strange looking object, Chione gasped in surprise as floating images suddenly appeared. What kind of magic was this? The greenhouse was absolutely marvelous and gargantuan in size. This was... all for her?
Her eyes were transfixed on the image of the greenhouse as she murmured, "It's mine?"
“It’s all yours. Say the word, and I’ll take you to your new home.” Malakath smiled with wonder as he put the pictograph away. He knew this gift was the perfect idea.
"I want to go with you." Chione knew this place held nothing for her but memories. Her parents would have wanted her to be happy, whether it was in Al-Daida or somewhere else. Maybe now, her fate was intertwined with Mally's. "But... will your people accept me? I don't know your language, your customs... I will have to learn."
“The Empire is made of different species. We are all Hasai. You marrying me, an Ocho, will not be looked down upon. For the matter of blood, God has a way of working things out for the Ocho.” Malakath lifted her up by the hands, grinning. “You will be given the time and care to learn much. Now that matters of engagement are settied, is there anything you need to take with you? Any goodbyes?”
"Besides my plants?" Chione thought of her few items in the humble home she had. "Just my clothes and my mementos of my parents. It shouldn't take long to pack."
“I have transportation that’s ready to retrieve us. Gather your things while I signal them here.” Giving her a kiss on her cheek, the prince made his way outside as he readied to launch a firework into the air with his pyrokenesis. His mind wandered to his encounter yesterday with the Dragon. With its final breath, it cursed him. “You will never know true happiness, Prince Malakath. Nor glory. Your bonds will be tainted, and your children shall inherit the power you can only dream of. May that fact drive you to envy and doom.”
Malakath sneered at the thought. He was going to have all the happiness he could dream of. And with Chione as his wife, the next great link in his family's chain was secured.
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The Kikai Empire was located on a continent far from Al-David’s across the sea. It was known for lush farmland, beautiful mountains, and the most beautiful trees. Mt. Frey, a dormant volcano, stood as a monument overlooking the empire. A month into arriving, Chione was being drilled on Hasai culture and language on the boat ride over.
She learned about the caste system of different Hasai. The blue skinned and purple eyed Romtan, who couldn’t conjure fire themselves, but still supplied much contribution to the empire through engineering and metal work. The snow white skinned Skurge, the main source of protection of the Empire, fire benders who made good soldiers, but also bakers. There was a quick lesson on the Waku, traitors and devil worshippers who had to be expunged. Then finally, the Ocho. Demi-Gods who had their bloodline blessed by Exodrum, God of Fire and Evolution.
Malakath was excited when he finally saw his home in the distance on the final day of the trip. Rushing into Chione’s tutor lesson on Hasai language, he smiled brightly. “Come to the deck, we’re here!”
There was so much to learn. In the days leading up to the arrival, Chione had done her best to learn about the Kikai Empire. The caste system, the culture, the customs, the traditions, the dos the don'ts, and what would be required of her as the role of Princess Consort. There was so much to memorize. Honestly, Chione felt a little overwhelmed but so much information, but did her best. Learning the Hasai language was a bit challenging for her, but once she understood the basics, it became easier.
Currently, Chione was trying her best to write in the Hasai language, but her penmanship was sorely lacking. Writing in Naran and now Hasai was completely different. While she was grasping speaking the language, writing it was harder than she anticipated. Still, the Naran kept trying to make the correct strokes.
As Mally busted into the room, Chione nearly dropped her quill from the sudden intrusion. Nonetheless, she was delighted to see her intended. The tutors had kept her quite occupied with lessons.
"Mally!" Chione never did drop the nickname. It was her endearment for him. Others, of course, she could tell disapproved, but she did not care. She would use proper titles only if necessary. Yet, when it was just him, she wanted to express love in her own way. "We are almost to the... ah..." She had to pause to translate the word in her head. "Island?"
“Very good.” Taking her hand, Malakath promised to speak with her in Hasai when around others, but he would speak Naran when alone with her. Reaching the deck, she pointed to the bay they were driving into. “This is my homeland. The very origins of the Empire are located here.”
"It is beautiful," Chione was amazed at the sight from the blimp. Malakath described how it was just simply one of the newer wonders his people had recently created. Never in her life had she seen so many plants. Yet, she had never been so high in the air before either. A sand ray could only leap so far into the sky. "It is so... green."
She looked around, a little confused and gestured to the sky around them and the land ahead. "You said you were the blood of a dragon, yes? Where are the dragons?"
Malakath held his breath, slowly talking and choosing his words carefully. “They’re gone Chione. They became corrupted by the Waku. It wasn’t the outcome we wanted, but we had to destroy them. It was them, or the rest of the Empire. My subjects, their children, their futures.”
"Oh... I'm sorry it came to that." Chione sounded disappointed as she looked out at the sky. "I was really hoping to see one," She explained to Mally, not meaning any offense, just curious. "I've seen Daidan Drakes, but I've never seen a dragon."
Malakath gave his fiancé a pat on the back. “We have Wyverns, as well as creatures far more unique than a dragon. Put them out of your mind my dear.”
"There is so much to see and so much to learn too." Chione asked Mally as the blimp continued inland. "I want to know, but sometimes, it feels so daunting---oh my goodness! Is that your palace?!"
Descending downwards onto the landing pad, the Red Palace was in full display. A marvelous piece of architecture full of towers and arches. Built in a courtyard she could see a massive greenhouse that was ready for her. “Welcome home Chione.”
"This is... home?" Chione was dumbfounded. This was far larger than the Matriarch's palace. As Mally led her off the landing platform, the Nara stared in wonder at the regality of the Hasai Palace. "How do you not get lost?"
“You’ll learn.” Malakath could see his family approaching. He braced himself , but was quick to brace Chione. “You have met my sister, so you know what she’s like. My mother, Empress Keara, is a Romtan, married into the family. She might take interest in you, she might not. She’s rather aloof these days. My father, Emperor Chillowack, is the type of man who uses friendliness as a weapon. Don’t show any weakness around him, he might use it against you.”
This certainly was a lot to process. It did not seem that Mally's family would hold any love for her. Then again, Chione expected that the royals would not outright welcome her. She was a foreigner, she held no immense power, and she had no titles. There was nothing the Nara could offer to Mally's family. Though, Chione was not foolish enough to believe every issue would be sunshine and rainbows either. She knew the life of a royal was harsh, never knowing who to trust. If Mally told her to be careful, she would do so. It was a rather frightening feeling to realize that within these walls, it was a high possibility that he was the only one that she could trust.
"Is there anyone besides you that I can rely on?" Chione asked Mally rather quickly in Naran as she held onto his arm tightly. "... I will be careful."
“I have a close friend, a colonel Bellum. Loyal, and wise. You can trust him as well. In time, you might find others.”
Landing, a red carpet was rolled out for the prince. Standing at an impress, 6’7ft, Emperor Chillowack, another Ocho, opened his arms to the couple. “At last, the Hero of the Civil War has arrived! Welcome home my boy!”
The Emperor spoke in a very proper, upper class accent, unlike his children. The Empress eyed Chione, but it was almost robotic, glazed over in her analysis of the Nara. Silvia merely folded her arms, a small squint at Chione forming. With a flamboyant wave of his hand, the Emperor cheerfully addressed his son. “Malakath. Please introduce me to your chosen mate.”
With a graceful bow, the prince gestured to his wife as if she were a precious treasure. “This is Chione, my fiancé, and soon to be princess.”
The Emperor smiled, offering a hug to his son, then Chione. “You have exquisite taste in jewelry.”
Chione felt a prickle at the base of her tail when setting eyes on Mally's father. There were no indications the man was a threat. Yet, there was a part of her instincts which screamed to run, to avoid this man at all costs. Was he even a man... or perhaps a monster? While Chillowack gazed at her up and down, she felt physically sick, like he viewed her as inferior, as a specimen, as some *thing* to be under his heel. No, no, Mally warned her not to show weakness. She had to put on a mask, even if the man unnerved her. Figuring out Mally's mother and sister could come later, for now, Chione had to tangle with this... beast. There was no way she'd lose.
"Your son heat sand and make for me." Chione spoke in the Hasai language as best as she could, giving the Emperor a polite bow as the tutor had taught her. To accept a hug from him, that was not a line she wanted to cross. But weakness... she could not show it. So, instead, she would show strength. Squeezing the Emperor tightly, not enough to cause pain, but enough for display, Chione actually lifted him off the ground slightly. "It nice to greet you, soon father-in-law!!!"
Emperor Chillowack immediately hugged her back, letting out a chortle. "Oh my! Excellent form on this one~"
When he was set down, he gestured to the palace behind him. "I look forward to having a daughter who might be able to throw her strength around! Please! Unload your belongings, then join us for dinner! We have much to discuss about ourselves!"
"I discuss what can." Chione agreed with a smile, not letting her guard down in front of the man. It was easier to play along for now. Perhaps, if he needed her worthy, the Emperor would eventually leave her be. "The Hasai tongue is... what is word? New? I do best to answer questions."
"I'm sure you will." The Emperor and the Empress were the first to turn to leave. Princess Silvia glowered a little more at the pair, then turned to leave.
Malakath was quick to take his wife's hand, leading her in. "I think that went rather well."
As Silvia glared at her, Chione did not allow the disdain to get a rise out of her. She merely smiled in return.
"... I did squeeze him rather hard." Chione murmured into Mally's ear as he led her inside the palace. "Maybe I shouldn't have?"
"No, you showed him your strength. That's won you over a great deal in his eyes. I don't know if you'll ever win over my mother, so don't worry about that."
"As long as I have you, I believe I'll be fine," Chione leaned in to rub her forehead against his once more. "I still have more to learn to become known with your culture."
~
At the dinner table, a large sushi dinner was presented for the prince and his fiancé. Sitting closer to the head, Malakath made sure his wife was being treated fairly. Silvia, however, couldn’t stop going back and forth with daggers in her eyes at her brother, Chione, and her father.
As the servants brought out the food, Chione was stunned by the amount of uncooked fish placed in front of her. Did the cooks think her too skinny? Surely, all this food was not just for her on this plate. Glancing at the other plates, Chione realized it seemed similar to the others, and wondered how she was going to eat all of the food. Wasn't fish supposed to be cooked before eating? The last thing she wanted to do was be rude or insulting. It was probably a good idea to at least try the food.
"Thanks prepare food for me." Chione tried her best to express gratitude to the servants in her limited Hasai language, and then to Mally's family, despite his sister's constant scowl. "Thanks for invite to table. What is called?" She pointed to the plate of sushi in front of her. "In Al-Daida, fish... uh... heated? No, no..." She took a moment to try to think of the correct translation. "In pan. In fire. Prepped?"
"Oh! That's adorable! No, this is sushi! The rice and fish is okay to be eaten raw! What you do is pick up the food like so with these utensils." The Emperor raised the chop sticks, showing off. "Then you dip the food into sauces like so! It adds flavour darling."
Malakath slowly eyed his wife, giving her a nod. He had prepared her for the use of the dinner ware in his culture. He hoped she had practiced enough.
"Su-shi?" Chione repeated, looking at Mally for clarification. Once he gave an approval, the Nara reached for the utensils. It was rather odd not using her hands to eat food. Most of what she used to fix at home required only the usage of her hands as a utensil. Yet, she learned rather quickly how to use the chopsticks. Copying the motions of Chillowack, Chione tried a bite of the sushi with the brown sauce. It was... very salty, and the texture of the fish mixed with rice was certainly different. It was not a bad taste, she was just unused to such food. "Different than Al-Daida. Different but good."
"Oh that sounds wonderful dear! I'm glad you can enjoy our culture! Oh do tell us about yourself! I noticed your parents didn't join us. I hope they weren't closed off to an interspecies romance."
Malakath held his breath, watching closely at how his father tested Chione's boundries. His language, while playful, had a hidden edge to it. While the Ocho often needed to mate with other factions of Hasai, or even species to not inbreed, there was still a great deal of care to not sully their genes with completely inferior beings. They were always blessed to have full blooded Ocho children, but the wrong partner could breed weakness. Malakath knew that, and his father would look out for that.
"I sad to inform Emperor parents are um..." Chione expected such a question. It was only natural to be curious about her parents just as she was about Mally's. She quickly realized she did not know the Hasai word for death. Using words she did know, Chione explained to the Emperor, "Not on earth. Not here. With Amek, in not life."
"Oh, my condolences dear. I suppose death comes to us all at some point. Perhaps they would want to hear about how you've come to love my son? It is so good that one of my children could find love."
Silvia scowled for a moment, but continued to eat her sushi.
"Your son, I fish out water in river." Chione figured there was no reason to lie. The Emperor would find out one way or another even if Mally had not told him all the details. "He ready go leave, not rest to heal. I fix and feed. Time spent together good. He leave. I miss. He come back," She then gave Mally a soft smile, "Then take me Kikai with him."
“That’s such a wonderful story. Thank goodness you found him. Without my darling little Angel, we would have never turned the tide of the war. I am so grateful to you my son. You ended the dreadful dragons and brought us peace! I am so thankful that on top of this special occasion, you’ll be able to continue to bloodline with your wonderful marriage. Truly a prime candidate for the throne.”
While Malakath beamed brightly, Silvia actually looked hurt for a moment, then turned away in disgust.
Evidently, the Emperor struck a nerve with Silvia when referencing the fight and a lover, Chione could tell by her future sister-in-law's disdain for the topic. The Nara felt a bit of pity for Silvia. Yet, she had to keep up appearances for now in front of Mally's father. It would not be easy to keep this man on his toes since he was so invested in his son's future. More than likely, Chillowack would have his nose in every detail of their life. It was best to be careful and to be cautious.
"I want Mally," Chione told her future in-laws, "Be happy."
“Oh. Don’t we all.” Chillowack smiled, but for none of the right reasons.
Malakath simply took his gin and basked in his sense of accomplishments. He knew that his sister would certainly try to triple her efforts to obtain the throne, and of course he’d have to be careful, but that was for tomorrow’s worries. In a week, he would be married. Then it would only be a matter of time of having twins of his own. In his eyes, he was the prince victorious.
The Emperor wiped his mouth with a napkin, before shifting the subject. “I heard you have quite the green thumb. Malakath insisted on constructing you quite the greenhouse. I expect you to fill it up.”
"My mother garden. She teach me." Chione was eagerly awaiting to see the greenhouse, but exercised patience. Perhaps she could keep his attention off Silvia for now if he was interested in her. It would not hurt to be a little talkative, as much as she could, right? "Many plants. Kamazu plant best for injuries. It grow in water."
“If you need water, we can hook up irrigation for you.” It was the first time the Empress spoke. Seemed that the conversation had taken a turn to capture her interest. Even Malakath was surprised by this.
"I thank for kindness." Chione smiled brightly at Mally's mother. Maybe she liked to enjoy the presence of every plant beautiful and green as well? It could be an attempt to know her better, to earn her favor. "You and me, garden? I grow flowers for you."
“Perhaps. I just like tinkering.” And just like that, the attachment to the subject was leaving her.
Having finished his meal, Malakath listened to his fiancé, proud of her being able to keep the conversation up. However, that was muddled when his sister had to put in a snide remark.
“It’s you and I. Even then, it’s not a full sentence. Hope you do learn better.”
Malakath cleared his throat, then spoke out an insult he hadn’t taught Chione yet. “Maybe you need to learn some manners first sister. But then it’s very much like you to be a soulful skank when you feel upstaged by someone prettier than you.”
Silvia rose from the table with a slam, but her father didn’t seem bothered by it. If anything, he was entertained. The princess pointed a finger right at Malakath. “Anything can happen. To you or your desert peasant. You’ll regret choosing her, as she’ll come to regret choosing you.”
“I very much doubt that. And I doubt, if you want to even have a chance at the throne, you have a choice in your love.”
At that comment, Silvia sneered and turned to leave. “We’ll see how long until she gets sick of you, brother.”
The rest of the family merely shrugged as she left. Chillowack in particular yawned. “Well, I would love to smell your roses every now and then.”
"You welcome visit greenhouse." Chione still smiled at Mally's mother, despite her sudden disinterest. "You welcome with me."
Though with Silivia's snide remark, Chione felt embarrassed at her butchering of the Hasai tongue. She was trying her best to grasp the language, but only had a couple of weeks practice while traveling to the island. Though, when Mally spoke up on her behalf, she did not quite understand all the words, but knew from his tone it was certainly an insult to his sister. Yet, the threatening insinuation from Silvia certainly caught Chione's attention. It made her angry. She did nothing to deserve such treatment! There was no way the Nara left her homeland for such hostility from others she barely knew!
Frowning at Silvia, Chione watched as she tromped away in a huff.
Malakath held her hand, giving her a reassuring smile. “Would you like to see your greenhouse?”
"Yes, please!" Chione wanted a positive note to the beginning of her time at the palace. "And my plants?"
“Already taken there. You two love birds go have fun!”
Malakath stood and gave his father a respectful bow. “Thank you for the early dismissal.”
"I thank for food and talk." Chione copied Mally's mannerisms and then followed him outside. Giving a sigh of relief, she felt comfortable to speak Naran to Mally now in the absence of many watchful eyes. "That was exhausting. Your mother is disinterested, your father is too interested, and your sister hates me. I suppose it couldn't have gone better, no?"
“Perhaps. If we were in another world. My mother is apathetic to most things. I think she liked you, in her own way. You got her able to talk about a subject. For my father, you kept him engaged and happy. That’s good enough. As for my sister, Silvia will be a rival. Her anger stems from her need for the throne. She will have to sacrifice much to be Empress if she hopes to catch up to my success.”
"I suppose that is acceptable for now, though your sister could be a problem in the future," Chione seemed a little nervous about that aspect. "When we do have... um..." She could not believe she was saying this aloud. Children were a future thought, not one of the present! The Nara wanted some time with Mally before a family was started. "A family one day, I don't want her trying to harm our children."
“I will not allow that to happen. We may have been born from the same womb, but I will not hesitate to tear out her heart before she harms the ones who I have given my own to. As for when we have children, I believe we should wait until after our marriage.”
“I would never dream of it.” With that comment, he trailed a finger along one of her horns. “When I take you, it’ll be at the height of passion as husband and wife. You, my princess. Me, your prince.”
"Hrrrrnnhhhmmppppnnnn." Chione could not suppress the delighted purr at Mally gently tracing one her horns. It was instinctual, not something she could control. Even her tail started to wrap around his leg to pull him closer. Still flustered, she relaxed her head on his shoulder as she linked arms with him while walking to the greenhouse. "Only if I don't jump you first."
“When Hasai bond, they bond for life. We especially value our first times. I’m sure you ‘jumping me’ would be memorable, but let’s do so somewhere with some space.”
"... oh." This was new information. Then again, she supposed Mally probably wanted to inform her of this instead of the tutor. While she knew Hasai were a monogamous culture, Chione did not know of the bond. "I... um... does it matter if it's... my first time?"
“No. Just for us.” Malakath raised a curious brow. “Would it be your first time?”
"... no." Chione admitted, looking downcast. "There was a man who my parents fancied for me to marry and I did like him, but... he turned out to be more interested in the opposite sex than me."
“Ah. His loss I suppose.” Malakath reached the door of the greenhouse, and opened it to a fantastic sight. “Our gain.”
"... oh!!!" Chione was not expecting to see her plants already prepared for her in the greenhouse. She was expecting it to be mostly empty except for the plants she had brought from home. Yet, here it was, full to the brim of some species the Nara had never seen before. "This... this is..." She struggled to find the words, absolutely amazed. There was even a fountain in the middle! With fish! "This is something from one of my dreams..."
“And I can make all your dreams come true. Go. Enjoy yourself my dear.”
"Are you coming with me?" Chione looked around the greenhouse in complete and utter awe. Never before had she seen such splendor in the form of plants. She could not stop the smile from spreading across her face. "Some species I do not know yet from your island. You could tell me!"
Malakath allowed himself to be swept up in the euphoria of Chione’s love for life, chuckling as he swaggered over. “Very well. I’m a particular fan of cherry blossoms and dragon lilies.”
Giving her a pat, the prince breathed in the air around him. There was nothing that was going to stop him from having the perfect life he wanted.
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Do you need a trailer, but you're unsure what's likely to work best for you in the long run? Will a flatbed or tabletop option work well for business use? Should you invest in a cage trailer for carrying heavy cargo around? There are plenty of reasons why the simplest of options could offer you the simplest of solutions.
However, it is sometimes worth considering specialist trailers and custom types. But what are some specialist trailers you may not have heard of? How could they benefit your daily business and home transportation needs? Here's a quick look at a handful of options.
Tipper Trailers
Will you be hauling cargo that's going to pile directly onto or into a destination site? If, yes, a tipper trailer is likely to be a great resource. For example, if you are hauling waste to a local landfill or recycling site, these trailers can tip forward to release their cargo.
These trailers are also a useful option if you move heavy-duty goods. They will save you from straining or injuring yourself during offloading.
Car Trailers and Carriers
These trailers, as you may expect, handle and carry full cars and small vehicles. Fitted with ramping for drive-on and release, for a mobile mechanic they are a great fit. For example, if you need to take a customer's car from their premises in for repair, you can quickly load it straight on.
These trailers are incredibly well reinforced. They may also benefit businesses who deal in scrap metal, who are for example likely to take scrapped cars to nearby sites for crushing. You can also buy trailers built to handle motorcycles and other light vehicles.
There are even bigger car carriers which offer multiple levels and supports. If your business needs to pick up and deposit numerous vehicles, these options will likely make a sound investment.
Horse Floats and Trailers
There are many trailer types and systems ideal for hauling and caring for livestock on the road. A typical horsebox or float, for example, may offer partitioning to separate animals. They will, of course, also have plenty of ventilation and light.
Many people use horse floats and trailers to carry livestock and animals of all sizes. Using a simple box trailer for carrying cows and sheep around perhaps isn't the safest option, so it’s always best to get a specialised design for these purposes.
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Customise a Trailer
We highly recommend considering a trailer customisation. Customising your trailer will mean that you can take advantage of features and facilities the above specialist types possess. What's more, you will have the option to reinforce and galvanise your trailer system in any way you see fit.
It is worth remembering that you can customise even the most specialist of trailers. Therefore, never be afraid to reach out if you need more features than the default option offers.
If you'd like to know more about custom trailers and specialist systems, take a look at our further guides or get in touch with our team.
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Ease Your Pain: The Best Medicines For Back Pain Relief
It's no fun to have back pain, especially when it impacts your ability to go about your daily life. Fortunately, there are plenty of ways to ease the discomfort and get Medicines For Back Pain Relief from that nagging ache. Keep reading for my top recommendations for treating pain in the lower back area.
Get a prescription for muscle relaxers or anti-depressants
If you have mild pain, over-the-counter painkillers are the first line of defense. You can also ask your doctor for a prescription for analgesics if you have chronic or severe back pain that doesn't respond to over-the-counter medications.
If your doctor thinks that muscle relaxers might help you with chronic back pain, he or she may prescribe them instead of analgesics or recommend both treatments together. It's important to note that these medications will not work if taken without physical therapy exercises--they're only meant as a complement to other therapies like massages, acupuncture and chiropractic care (which we'll talk about later).
If none of those options sound like something you'd want to try out on your own yet but still want some relief from anxiety and depression caused by chronic low-level pain in addition to physical discomfort itself; anti-depressants might be an option worth considering!
Don't forget about exercise and stretching
While you may not be able to cure your back pain, you can certainly ease some of the discomfort with exercise. Stretching before and after working out will help prevent further injury while strengthening muscles in the lower back region, which can help relieve stress on joints and bones there that could cause irritation or inflammation due to strain over time.
You might also consider joining a gym where they have specialized equipment designed specifically for people suffering from chronic pain--like this one here at [insert name of gym]. Their classes are specifically designed for people dealing with chronic issues like yours so they can help guide you through exercises safely without putting additional strain on your body!
Stay hydrated, but don't overdo it on the water
You should drink plenty of water to keep your muscles and joints lubricated, but it's important not to overdo it. Too much water can cause you to feel bloated and constipated. If this happens, try cutting back on the amount that you consume throughout the day until your body adjusts.
If you're unsure how much is too much, there are some easy ways to tell if your body has had enough: urinate more frequently than usual; have difficulty sleeping due to having to get up frequently during the night; experience headaches or dizziness; feel thirsty all day long despite drinking plenty of fluids (which may mean that your kidneys aren't able to process all this extra fluid).
Use heat or cold therapy to soothe your sore muscles
Heat therapy can be helpful for pain relief, as it increases blood flow and relaxes muscles. This type of therapy is best used after exercise or in the evening to help you sleep better.
Cold therapy is another way to soothe sore muscles, but unlike heat therapy it doesn't increase blood flow or relax muscles--instead it reduces inflammation by constricting blood vessels (which reduces swelling). It's best used during the day if you want something that provides instant relief from pain but won't make you sleepy later on in the evening.
Conclusion
If you're looking for a way to ease your back pain, try some of these options. You may need to experiment a bit before you find what back pain relief medicine works best for you, but the payoff can be worth it: less pain and discomfort!
Source:https://levinhealthptv.wordpress.com/2023/04/24/ease-your-pain-the-best-medicines-for-back-pain-relief/
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From another site where it will almost certainly fall on deaf ears (at best).
> why bother arresting people if you know they're going to be released right away
Because prosecution was never supposed to be the primary goal of policing. See Peel's principles.
Prevention is deservedly mentioned first. Prosecution is not mentioned at all, though the last point could be read as a veiled rebuke of those who believe it's a primary goal.
"The test of police efficiency is the absence of crime and disorder, not the visible evidence of police action in dealing with it."
There's plenty for police to do in preventing, protecting, and investigating, even if no prosecution occurs. The problem with US policing (and the associated justice/prison systems) is that these original principles have been completely replaced by a punitive and largely anti-community attitude or approach. And it doesn't work. Just as higher medical costs don't correlate very well with better health outcomes, intensive policing and imprisonment as they're practiced here do not lead to better public safety. Sometimes it's not enough to do more of what you're already doing, and a paradigm shift - by it's nature something that can feel very scary and might even produce worse results in the short term - is necessary.
So, should we defund the police? Yes, and even more so we should defund the prisons, but IMO only because the current systems cannot be effectively reformed in place. They will be replaced, just as libertarian/anarchist "success" paves the way for something that is effectively a (really bad, autocratic, corruption-ridden) form of government even if it doesn't use the name.
Private police forces have existed before. In fact they still do, though they're much less common. They were and are awful. The biggest problem with police today is that they effectively act as a private force instead of actually serving the public. Let's not do that. "Defund the police" without a clear idea about what should replace them is just empty rhetoric, making it way too easy for those who like police the way they are to win over anyone still unsure on the matter.
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Important Tips for Choosing the Best Kids' Furniture
We all know that kids' furniture is one of the most important choices you'll make for your child. It's not just about finding something that looks nice and feels nice to sit on or lie down on, but also about making sure that it's safe, comfortable and easy to clean. The right choice can make all the difference when it comes to raising happy, healthy children!
Choosing the right kids' furniture is essential for a child's development.
Choosing the right kids' furniture is essential for a child's development. The best children's furniture should be safe, comfortable and easy to clean. It should also be easy to maintain and assemble, which will help you get the most out of your investment in this piece of equipment.
The first thing that comes to mind when thinking about choosing kids' furniture is safety; however there are other things which can make choosing it difficult as well! You need to consider how durable your chosen piece is going to be over time as well as how long it will last before needing replacement parts or being repaired by professionals. Another thing worth considering is comfort; if an item doesn't feel good then no matter how much effort went into building it then maybe reconsider buying something else instead? With so many options available today with regards
Think about the age of your child.
The age of your child is an important factor when choosing the furniture for their room. It's important to choose something that will be comfortable and safe for them.
When choosing a piece of furniture, you should consider what type of experience they will have with it as they grow up. Do they like playing on their own or do they need help? Will there be other children in their home who might want to play with them? These questions can help determine whether you need to purchase multiple pieces of furniture at once or if one item would suffice for all uses throughout childhood.
Choose the style that suits your child.
When choosing kids' furniture, it is important to consider the style that suits your child. This might be a difficult decision if you are unsure of what will work best for them. However, there are some basic guidelines you can follow in order to help make this process easier:
Make sure the furniture is comfortable for use by your child and easy to clean. If it has sharp corners or edges that could cause injury or discomfort, then it should be avoided for children who like to play on their beds or chairs when they're not sleeping! Also remember that children grow rapidly over time so try not select anything too large (unless they have plenty of room) because eventually they'll outgrow it anyway!
Get rid of the clutter and make things simple for your child by buying only the essentials.
The best way to ensure that your child has a place for everything is by getting rid of the clutter. This will keep their rooms clear and make it easier for them to focus on what they need. If you’re not sure where you should begin, try this list:
A desk or table where they can do homework and other schoolwork.
A place where they can play video games or board games in peace without bothering other people around them (unless everyone is playing together).
A place for sleeping at night so that no one else has to wake up early because someone else was too loud!
Other important tips include having enough space in each room so there isn’t too much traffic between rooms—this way everyone knows what time it is even if someone isn't paying attention! It's also important not only having furniture but also decorations which reflect style preferences from different generations past."
Go for quality furniture as opposed to quantity.
When you're looking for kids' furniture, go for quality over quantity. Quality means that the furniture will last longer and be more reliable than cheaper options.
Quality also means that your child's new bed won't have any sharp edges or exposed screws that could injure them in the event of an accident—and who wants their kid injuring themselves? A good quality bed will also be more comfortable than its cheaper counterparts because it's made from higher-quality materials like steel instead of wood or particleboard, so they won't creak under pressure when your child gets up in the middle of the night (or at any other time). A safe and durable piece of children's furniture is one thing; but one which looks pleasing aesthetically as well? That sounds like a win-win situation!
Make sure that all the toys in your home are also kid-friendly.
You want your kids' toys to be safe and age-appropriate. The best way to do that is by checking the manufacturer's guidelines for each toy you choose. For example, if you have a child who is three years old and loves pretend play, then it's important that his or her toys are made from non-toxic materials—and not at all likely that they'll be putting toxic chemicals on their skin or ingesting them!
Another important thing to remember when choosing kid's furniture: make sure that all the toys in your home are also kid-friendly. If there are any items around which children can hurt themselves (like sharp corners), make sure those areas
have been covered with padding or cushions so as not injure anyone accidentally!
Kids beds!
Kids beds are a must-have. If your child is an overnight guest at grandma’s house or spends a lot of time at friends’ houses, they will need their own bed. A good quality children's bed will last them years and give them the best sleep they can have while they are growing up. The following tips will help you find the perfect kids' furniture for your child:
Kids Desk and Chair - This can be any type of desk or chair that fits in with the rest of their bedroom furniture (but not necessarily under the window). It should be large enough for them to sit down comfortably with plenty of space around it so that there isn't too much clutter on top when sitting down – this can be difficult if there aren't any drawers underneath! Make sure it has wheels so moving from room-to-room isn't too hard either!
Conclusion
We hope that you've found these tips helpful. If you'd like to learn more about kids' furniture, we recommend reading our blog post on the subject. In addition, if you're interested in other topics related to parenthood or parenting please feel free to reach out! We're always happy to chat with new parents and hear their stories about what it's like raising children today.
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