#I make all the banners & graphic design is Not my passion.

[blessedpictures]

There, finally caught up on all the banners. Jesus.

[tally-ace]

Dear diary,

I wish that all my ao3 chapter posts were properly formatted into something aesthetic and compiled into a coherent master list with absolutely no time or effort or work put in by me at all.

Amen.

[zhaobear]

28 (teaser)

It takes you 28 weeks to leave Kim Gyuvin, but only 28 days to run right back.

PAIRING : kim gyuvin x fem reader

GENRES : fluff, crack, eventual angst, with a happy ending, enemies to lovers au, strangers to lovers au, rich girl au, bakery au, falling in love in france!!

WORD COUNT : 1209 (teaser), estimated to be 20k

SUMMARY : when you pack your bags and move to france on a whim, you don’t expect just how many challenges you’ll meet — whether it’s your difficulty in adjusting to the new country, the harsh truths of the fashion industry, or most infuriatingly, pastry chef kim gyuvin, whose immense talent doesn’t stop you from deeming him the bane of your existence. despite yourself, his shop soon becomes more of a home than you’d like to admit, as gyuvin’s delicious creations and honest words slowly worm their way into your heart and show you that affection is more than just a monetary transaction.

WARNINGS : profanity, might be suggestive, red hair gyuvin x blue hair mc, mc wants to go to fashion school and gyuvin owns a pâtisserie (both are 20), mc is a bad bitch but sometimes superficial/spoiled but!! has char development, gyuvin shows love by being a little shit, i apologize for the banner graphic design is not my passion

AUTHOR'S NOTE : happy gyuvin day!! i wanted to finish this whole fic for his bday but i'm not quite there yet so take this teaser <3 if anyone wants to be tagged for this lmk and i'll start a taglist! i'm super excited to finish this fic even though gyuvin already got rid of his red hair......i will pretend it's still there

"NOT TO BE RUDE OR ANYTHING, BUT COULD YOU MOVE THE CRYING SOMEWHERE ELSE? YOU'RE AFFECTING BUSINESS." 

Your mouth falls open. Out of all of the words you expected to hear from the employee with the red hair, these weren't at all what you imagined.

The sheer nerve of a stranger — you can’t help but fume. Your status has led you to experience all sorts of men,  most commonly the kind that fall to your feet at first sight, begging you for a mere minute of your time. You’ve unfortunately experienced their rotten sides too, particularly the petty insults and misogyny that come with your industry. You’ve also experienced the raging anger when they realize you take too much pride in yourself to become their dolls. 

But to be insulted so brazenly on the first meeting, given your name, your reputation — men do not dare. 

“Well, excuse me for choosing your store to have a mental breakdown under. I couldn’t exactly—”

“Excused.”

“What?” You seethe, your face growing hotter by the second. 

“You’re excused,” the boy repeats simply, before turning back to the door. “If you want to sit inside, you’re welcome. Please just don’t cry outside of my shop,” he calls over his shoulder. 

The door closes behind him before you can even say anything back. You’re frozen in place, shocked by the pure shamelessness of the boy. Surely no manager would let their employee act this way? You’ve never been much of a Karen, but you’re tempted to find out. 

Finally, you look inside the store, peering through the glass door. Despite yourself, you’re pleasantly surprised upon the realization that you’ve stopped under a pâtisserie. Although none of the French bakeries have made any lasting impact on you, the decent crowd inside the shop has to amount to something. 

A variety of pastries are neatly lined on the glass shelves, clearly crafted with great care and intricacy. Almost all of them are unfamiliar, but your mouth waters anyway. You didn’t even know it was possible to crave something you’ve never had. 

You observe a flash of red hair saunter behind a door at the back, and all your cravings disappear. That bitch. You’d rather die than sit inside the shop and let him win, but you cajole yourself with the thought of making a complaint as soon as you find the right person. 

You push the door open, greeted by the bell that chimes overhead. 

Warmth. 

That’s your first impression of the store, and it’s not just the significant temperature difference. Something about the aura of the shop itself, the quiet but contented chatter of customers and the soft music spilling through the overhead speakers — you hate to admit it but it gives you a sense of comfort you were missing in the past three days. 

You shake your head. Pull yourself together. 

You storm past the line of customers, immediately met with their indignant shouts and protests, and stop in front of the young boy manning the register. His eyes widen, flitting back and forth between you and the customer he was helping. 

“Miss, I—I’m sorry but you can’t just cut in line like that…” he trails off nervously. His expression makes you think of a nervous rabbit, cornered by prey twice his size with nowhere to go. Twitchy nose and all. It’s kind of cute, and a part of you feels bad. You know he didn’t do anything wrong, but maybe the intimidation will get him to help you faster. 

“I need to speak to your manager.”

The boy balks, clearly unsure how to respond. He covers his confusion with a small smile. 

“I’m sure whatever it is, I can assist you. Can I ask what the problem is?”

“Look, I appreciate you trying to help, but the best thing you can do for me is just get me the manager,” you huff. “Please,” you tack on awkwardly, feeling worse at the small flash of hurt in his eyes. The boy nods and leaves, disappearing behind the door at the back of the store. 

You tap your foot impatiently, ignoring the string of curses the customers in line direct at you. Already irritated with the amount of time they’re taking, you consider leaving, about to turn around until the door finally swings open. 

However, you’re not prepared for the man who emerges from the back. You gape at the sight of the red-haired boy, who raises an eyebrow at the sight of you, giving you an infuriating once-over. 

“Is something the matter?” He asks coolly, like he didn’t insult you mere minutes ago. Like you’re just a regular disruption and not — not you. The heir to one of the most widespread fashion companies in the world. The girl with everything. 

“I asked for the manager,” you hiss. But the boy’s face only brightens at the word, a casual grin spreading across his face. 

“Looks like you’ve found who you’re looking for,” he replies, raising his hands. “Manager by day, chef by night. What can I do for you?” 

Your hand clenches into a fist against your will, the need to punch the cheeky smirk off his face overpowering you. You hold yourself back, instead matching his attitude with a sickly sweet smile of your own. 

“I thought most managers were aware of basic customer service. But I suppose I expected too much from a hole-in-the-wall place like this,” you simper, watching his face turn the same shade as his hair.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” the man splutters. “I—I have five star reviews on Google!”

You try not to snicker at how quickly you’ve caught him off guard, schooling your expression into something that you hope is cool and unconcerned. “Well then, I’m sure Google would love to hear my thoughts instead. No use being here if I can just put a few dents in those five stars, right?” You shrug noncommittally and turn around. 

“Hold on,” the boy says, a hint of desperation in his voice. You face him, trying to smother the smug smile threatening to overtake your features. “Would a free pastry help?”

“Hm,” you feign contemplation. “I don’t know. None of the pastries in Paris have been particularly outstanding to me yet.” 

“Oh, I’m sure that won’t be a problem here,” he answers, smiling. The smile looks genuine enough, but you notice it doesn’t reach his eyes. His gaze is stuck on you — calculating, wary, like he’s still trying to make sense of you. “Yujin-ah!” He calls out without taking his eyes off you. The boy from earlier emerges behind him, refusing to look at you.

“Yeah?” He glances at the redhead with a lingering hint of that bunny-like anxiousness. 

“Get her a kouign amann on the house for me, please.” He finally breaks eye contact with you to look at the smaller boy with a gentle smile that you can tell is reserved for him. Yujin nods, hurrying to grab the pastry. 

“If it’s not to your liking, you can mention me personally in the review. The name’s Kim Gyuvin,” the redhead says, giving you a maddening wink before walking away. You splutter at him indignantly, but to deaf ears as he vanishes behind the back door.

[taintedcigs]

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃彡

rockstar!steddie x reader

summary: dating two rockstars is fun, except when you get caught breaking their rules, and your punishment ends up in the form of some festive fun — tied up with christmas lights.

warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, p in v, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up irl im so serious), spanking, punishment?, daddy kink (but its so very light do not look at me im so seriously embarrassed), oral (m receiving, good old bj), kinda rough, dom/sub dynamics, mean!dom!eddie, mean!dom!steve no use of ‘y/n’, degrading, praises, nicknames!

authors note: the banner thingy of this is making me laugh i tried ok. graphic design is my PASSION.

Taming brats. 

That was something Eddie was really fucking good at. 

Expert even, especially after he started dating you. And once Steve was thrown into the mix, you were unstoppable.

Acting out more than usual, being a teasing little slut.

It all happened with a drunken night out after their show, three-way kissing, and hours of making each other cum led to one realization; the three of you worked perfectly, and you and your boyfriend were more than okay to open up the relationship to Steve. 

To Steve it was all so exciting, this new dynamic, the fun stuff the three of you tried, the punishments, the edging, the overstimulation, all the new kinks, intrigued him to no end. Yet, Steve still had one problem; he wasn’t that good at being a dominant. 

Whether it was him apologizing to you and not being able to fully punish you, him letting you be bratty, or him letting some of your actions go unpunished just because you looked at him all prettily. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t like being a dominant, he did, he really fucking did. So much so that he was doing everything he could to not fuck it up and make you and Eddie proud.  

It was that he was just very new to this, while Eddie had his fair share of kinky sex stories, and so did you, all Steve had were some hookups here and there, the groupies he had weren’t that interesting; the wildest thing he ever did was some dirty talk, and maybe getting his dick sucked at a public bathroom. This was a brand new territory he was trying to get adjusted to. 

The two of you were more than okay with helping him adjust to it all. Eddie loved teaching Steve about you and your body, what you enjoyed, what made you squirm, what made you instantly cum and of course; how exactly to punish you the right way. It all sounded perfect as an idea, but Steve could never execute it well. 

Whether it was because of those puppy eyes you did, or the whines that he drew from your mouth anytime he tried to put you in your place, or the begging and the sweet-talking, Steve didn’t have it in his heart to go all the way, which earned him the ‘soft daddy’ tittle you giggly called him all the time. 

So, Eddie wanted to teach him how to do it properly, in a way that was enjoyable and comfortable for all three of you, clearly, he knew you better than Steve did, and he knew his sort of punishments were always something you took pleasure out of, so he wanted to show Steve that, make him realize how good it made you feel, and how the dynamic truly worked. 

And this was the perfect time to show him, especially when you broke one of the most important rules. 

Steve sat on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed against his chest, disappointed, angrier than you ever saw him, you with your head drooped low and your hands behind your back, and Eddie with that goddamned smirk on his lips leaning against the wall, tilting your chin upwards with a tut. 

You were naked, fingers still coated with your juices, a slight guilt flashing across your eyes​​—but not really. Because you wanted to be caught, you wanted this punishment. Wanted the attention. 

Especially when both of them were so busy with work since New Year’s was coming up. They were either at gigs or at the studio, not even letting you come with them because you were ‘too distracting’.  

So, once again when they left for the studio, you had an idea. An idea that would surely bring out a mean punishment, yet the best pleasure. 

The second you heard the door getting unlocked, you were naked, laying on the bed, turning on your vibrator, knowing that once you let out a few slight gasps, the two of them would end up in the room, and all of their attention would be on you. 

“Eds, I swear I—I didn’t even cum!” You muttered with a whine. 

Eddie barked out a chuckle, mocking you. “That doesn’t mean shit, baby, rules are rules.”

“Steve!” You whined all brattily, turning to him with a pout, expecting to earn some sympathy from him, because you always did. Yet, there was something different this time, a darkness his gaze didn’t possess until now, you’d be lying if it didn’t make you rub your thighs together in excitement. 

“Don’t think you can try to get out of this one by sweet-talking me doll, not gonna work,” Steve mumbled, the nickname rolling off his tongue with all the pent-up anger. 

“Now we have to punish you.” He narrowed his gaze, making you swallow. Shit, he’d have to cave eventually, right? Because this was Steve. 

“And I’m sure, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Our attention?” You don’t answer, knowing that anything coming from your mouth could get you more into trouble, and Eddie scoffed at the state of you, that devilish grin playing on his lips. 

“Steve, honey, can you get those Christmas lights?” He asked sweetly, a smile flashed his way, and nothing but a scowl flashed yours. 

“L—lights?” You asked with a pout. Fuck, lights meant trouble, because you hated how tight they were, and you hated not being able to touch them. 

“Yeah, have to bring out the big guns, you’ve been so bratty lately. Such a shame too, because you were doing so good honey, when was the last time you were all tied up?” He quizzed mockingly, face inches away from yours. 

“I don’t remember.” You mumbled.

“Aha, that’s why we need it back, and so that I can teach Steve how to tie our little slut up, isn’t that right?” As if on cue, Steve came back with a grin, the long string of Christmas lights in his embrace. 

“Thank you, baby,” Eddie hummed excitedly, pressing a harsh kiss on Steve’s lips, flushing his cheeks a salmon pink, before he made a show of the strings of light, wrapping it around his hand, and grinning while he made his way over to you. 

Steve sat on the edge of the bed again, and Eddie motioned toward you. “Lie down on Steve’s lap, face down.” With a quick huff, you obeyed, crawling over his lap, making a show of it as you wiggled your ass in the air, enjoying the low hisses from both men. 

“Arms behind your back, slut,” He hisses, and you’re quick to obey, crossing your arms over your back, watching as he plugs the lights into the outlet, a grin overtaking his face as they light up. 

He stretches them forward before he begins tying you up, twisting them around your arms, making sure your wrists are steadily restrained, before he loops them around your hips and your legs, making sure it has a tight hold on you. 

“Look how pretty you look like this.” He grins, watching the way the Christmas lights illuminate your skin as he lands a harsh smack on your bare flesh, and you yelp dramatically over it, skin burning with the impact. You try your best not to giggle, not to make him know that you’re enjoying this, because you want the punishment to be over as soon as possible. 

You need to cum. And you know Eddie can, and will edge you till’ however long he wants, so as much fun as it is to be a brat, you need to behave, for these next ten minutes, or try to seduce Steve in some way, you knew he tried to be tough, but you always managed to break him. 

Eddie kneels next to you, while Steve squeezes your ass, his cock stirring more and more you whimper for him. “Steve’s gonna spank you five times,” Eddie taunts with a grin, and you nod, trying to ignore the flutters in your stomach the more you feel Steve’s grabby hands. 

“That is unless you want some more?” Eddie challenges with a raise of his brow.

“N—no!” 

“Good girl,” he praises, and fuck, does that make your stomach instantly tumble. 

“Make it rough, Steve, she enjoys that shit,” he spits, fingers teasingly dancing around your shoulder. 

“She sees you as her soft daddy, she thinks you can’t really punish her, you gotta show her that you own her, too,” Eddie mocks with a slight grin, enjoying the way Steve’s gaze is overblown with lust now. 

“Is that right, honey?” Steve hisses, all mean and biting. Something you haven’t seen to this length, something that was making you so intrigued that you could barely speak. 

“Nuh-uh,” you hummed, head dipped into the couch, before Steve had a harsh grip on your chin, making you face him. Chocolate gaze growing darker, and pupils blown wide. 

“Need you to count for me, honey, can you do that?” You nodded, quick and obedient, and Steve was starting to understand how good it felt, to have you surrender to him, his cock stirring at your doe-eyes. 

His hand raises in the air, the smack of it much softer than Eddie’s, but still rough enough that you feel the sting, a warm feeling overtaking your flesh, causing you to yelp at the unexpected intrusion. 

“You can be rougher, baby,” Eddie encourages, enjoying that pure hunger in Steve’s amber hues, and he’s quick to nod. 

“I thought you said you could count, slut. Is that pretty little head of yours so full with the thought of our cocks that you forgot to count all of a sudden, doll?” The nicknames roll off his lips like a warning, tone so coarse that you immediately tense up, apologetic gaze meeting his dark ones.

“S—sorry, Stevie,” you muttered, his sudden dominance making your body tremble, and your cheeks flush with heat. “O—one.” 

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He coos, hand smoothing over your reddened skin, reveling the way you shudder under his touch. 

He spanks you again, and another yelp falls out of your lips, this time much harder than before, you can fully feel the pain, and Eddie watches the two of you in awe.

“Two.” 

His hand gropes your ass again, massaging over your heated skin, and once again, harsh smack lands on your marked-up flesh, much rougher, but easing the second he carefully traces over it. 

“T—three,” you mutter, moaning into the pillows your head was smushed in. 

You feel another hand join Steve’s, but your attempts to look up at Eddie are turned down when he tuts, “Focus on your punishment.” 

His fingers are teasing as they make their way up to your trembling thighs, drawing whiney breaths from you. He uses his index fingers to spread you apart, both him and Steve groaning at the sight of your puffy clit. 

His fingers find their way inside of you, earning shaky moans while you try to push yourself back onto him, to have more, to feel that fullness, and all Steve does is chuckle at you, at how pathetic you want them both, rutting against Eddie’s fingers while you moan. 

And just as you’re about to beg for more, beg to have both of their cocks, two harsh slaps land on your ass, one on both cheeks, the two boys grinning devilishly as they watch the way their handprints mark your ass. 

“Four,” you mumble, words scrambled together when all you want is more from them, the mocking making you wetter and wetter. Especially when Steve is being all mean for the first time.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, sweetheart, did you?” Steve mocks with a pout, and you moan into the pillow again. 

Steve kneads your sensitive skin, while Eddie’s fingers are still inside of you, your ass is burning, but it feels so good that you can’t help the whines that leave your mouth. 

“Such a fuckin’ slut for us, aren’t ya? Soaking my fingers just for being spanked, told you she likes it rough, Stevie.” Eddie pushes his fingers fully inside of your walls, thumb toying with your clit, so agonizingly slow that you bite down on the pillow, incoherent babbles leaving your lips. 

You need this punishment to be over so that you can have both of them, it’s so pathetically overwhelming and teasing that you don’t even realize what you’re begging for, just when you’re about to push back on his fingers again, the roughest slap comes, and you cry out at the impact. 

You’re sure your ass is practically burning now, but it feels so good that you’ve basically already melted into the sheets, body feeling frail with how turned on you really are. And, thankfully this was the last.

“Five!” You wail out with excitement filling your tummy, Eddie’s fingers slip outside of you with that, you’re too fucked out to register any of it, the pain subsiding and fast to turn into pleasure when Steve is kneading your firey flesh, it has you feeling so painfully empty that you’re looking at Steve with pouty lips and a desperate gaze. 

“Good girl,” Steve praises, pressing a sloppy kiss on your bruised skin, and you whimper at the cold feeling, cheeks fluttering at the much needed praise. 

“N—need more, please,” you mutter, it’s a long shot, and by the way they’ve both been so mean, you knew neither their teasing nor the punishment was going to end soon. But, fuck, were you desperate. 

Steve barks out a laugh, it’s evil, and just as mocking as you’d expect, but not from Steve. Eddie looks almost as surprised, but so very proud, because both of you want this dynamic to work, and for Steve to be in this as much as the two of you are, and it looks like it’s finally working. 

“So fuckin’ mouthy today, aren’t ya?” He coaxed, picking you up to roll you over to the bed, hands grabby before he turned to Eddie. 

“I think we should put those pretty lips to use, baby, what do y’think?” Steve quipped, gazing at Eddie with the need for approval, and Eddie’s cock stirred at the both of you. 

Steve submitting to him, still taking a bit of control to dominate you. Fuck, this was exactly what he wanted. 

“Get on all fours for your daddies, pretty girl,” Steve hummed, leaving a playful smack on your already marked-up ass while you yelped, pussy clenching around on nothing. 

“Do you know how fucking hot you are when you order her around like this?” Eddie groaned, his hand gathering curls at the nape of his neck, gripping it tightly to pull him in for a kiss, all teeth, and no mercy. Greedily sucking at each other’s tongues, ignoring all of your squirming. 

You’re so unbelievably wet and you need something, anything. Seeing the two boys kiss is not doing you any good, so you just mewl with such desperation that both of them break apart from the kiss with a dark gaze. 

“I said all fours,” Steve hisses, but you pout, struggling to stand while your hands are tied behind your back, and your body is wrapped around the lights, making your skin glow in the best way possible. 

“Aww, can’t do it on your own, sweetheart?” Eddie taunts with a pout, and you’re quick to nod. 

“You need our help, baby?”

“P—please,” you muttered, almost embarrassed.

“You want your daddies to fill all your holes is that it, slut?” You nodded vigorously. 

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat, speak up,” Steve chimed in. 

“Y—yes, please, please I need both of you, need both of you to fuck me, please—” your rambling was cut off by Eddie’s dark chuckle. 

“God, so fuckin’ desperate, should we give her what she wants, Stevie?” He nodded off toward Steve, a mocking pout on his lips. 

“I do want to punish her more… but I also need that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, she’s been too mouthy lately, don’t ya think, Munson?” Steve groaned loudly at the thought. 

“Mhmm, and I should fuck her pathetic little pussy, show her who really owns her, yea?” Eddie grinned toward you. 

“You definitely should, does she think she can make herself cum better than we do?” Steve asked tauntingly. 

“N—no I don’t! P—please need both of you s’bad, ‘m sorry, I won’t touch myself again, daddies, I promise,” you cried out, desperate, enough to have both of their cocks ache with the need to fuck you. 

“You’ll be sorry, sweetheart, we’ll make sure of it.” Both of them were quick to get rid of their clothes, joining you on the bed, Eddie holding you by your hips, and Steve steadying you by your shoulders, both sets of angry red tips facing your holes. Eagerness ignites a fire in your entire body. 

“God, I was going to stretch you out a little bit, but look at you sweetheart, practically gushin’ for me and we barely did anything.” Eddie grins, fingers toying with your soaked clit, and you whimper loudly, looking up at Steve with hooded eyes, excitedly waiting to get what you were promised for, your entire body feels like it’s on fire, everywhere they touch burns, and you want nothing more than to have them fuck you, anywhere and everywhere. 

Steve barely jerked his erected cock before he dragged it over your lips, smearing his beaded pre-cum all over, mixing with your gloss. Starving, you were quick to lick it all away, that salty taste coated your tongue and you hummed. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He almost lost it there and then.

“God, she’s soakin’ my fingers, Stevie.” Eddie moaned, relishing in the squelching sounds your pussy made the more his fingers entered inside of you.

“Please,” you whispered, desperately pushing back on his fingers, trying to get more. 

You turned your head as best as you could. “Please, daddy. Fuck me.” Your tone was sultry, making Eddie groan. 

“And, please, fuck my mouth daddy, I deserve it,” you muttered, this time faux innocent gaze at Steve’s, his mouth hanging open, eyes lulling as he looked down on you. 

With a slight groan, “Open up,” he ordered, and you opened your mouth eagerly, while he dragged his aching cock inside, watching the way you quickly wrapped your lips around his length, sucking on it greedily.

“Her mouth is heavenly, Munson, you need to fuck her while I’m fuckin’ her mouth,” Steve groaned loudly when you bobbed up and down. 

“Open her up, Eddie, really fuck her, use her like the little slut she is.” That was all the encouragement Eddie needed, his fingers left your hole with a slick sound, emptiness making you whine around Steve’s cock. 

You didn’t have much time, or even the space to complain with Steve’s cock hammered into your mouth. You couldn’t see Eddie but you could feel him shift behind you, his hot tip teasing against your entrance, pre-cum smearing all over your clit, making you whimper crazily around Steve’s cock, driving him further into a pleasure he didn’t know existed.

You were at your fucking limit. Only when the head of his cock teased against your slit that you let out a sigh of relief. He pushed his cock inside, the hold he had on your waist was bruisingly rough. 

He pushed and pushed his way inside, cock slipping easily through your soaked folds. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

It always amazed you how fucking big and thick he was, stretching you out in every way possible. 

His groans were guttural, and so were Steve’s, especially when his hands wrapped around your hair halting his cock into your mouth, realizing you were too fucked out to do it properly. 

“So sloppy when you get your holes filled,” Steve tutted, “fucking love it when you go all dumb on our cocks like this, such a perfect little cock sleeve for us, aren’t you? Just waiting to be used by your daddies, hmm?” He hummed, eyes stuck on you when he yanked you by your hair again, pumping his cock further into your mouth. 

You whimpered in an attempt to nod, crying out once Eddie pushed in deeper inside of you, cunt clamping around him and so very willing. Your pussy was his. 

And you felt full, so fucking full.

“Shit, shit, fuck! She’s so fuckin’ warm and tight, Steve.” Eddie grunted, voice ragged, his weight on top of you, as he poised all the way inside of you, and you tried your best to adjust to his cock. But, fuck, did he always stretch you out, make you feel all of him. 

“Jesus, baby, look how perfectly your holes are taking our cocks, it’s like you were made for us, huh?” Steve almost growled, fucking your mouth with ease while he enjoyed the way you gagged around his cock, tear-streaked cheeks, and looking up at him with those alluring eyes. 

All three of you were about to fucking lose it. It was all too much, all so fucking good, making your body feel like jelly while they manhandled you in the best way possible. 

He slammed into you rougher, not stopping until he was sure you were full of him, same with Steve, filling you all the way in. You felt achy in the best way possible, and their grunts sounded lewd and angelic at the same time. 

He pulled out and slammed back in. Just as brutal but his hips picked up speed, the more he fucked into you, the more you took Steve into your mouth. Creating the perfect harmony between the three of you. 

You felt like you were going to explode, mind going hazy with everything. And of fucking course Eddie could tell, with the way you were squirming, thighs shuddering, and your tender pussy gripping his dick nicely. 

Your mewls and whines were muffled by Steve’s cock slammed down your throat. “Shit, honey, are you gonna cum already?” Eddie asked with a low groan. 

You nodded, as best as you could with Steve’s hold, eyes pleading, begging, so fucking desperate that neither of them wanted to hold you off. 

Besides, your punishment wasn’t edging tonight. 

“Pretty girl, cum for us, baby, soak Eddie’s dick,” Steve grunted, teeth grinding together, just barely holding all of it. It was making him feral watching the way Eddie’s thick cock plunged into you, while you took his cock into your mouth, like the good fucking girl you were. 

He almost looked at Eddie for approval, and he nodded quickly. “Cum for us, sweetheart.” His words were all the encouragement you needed. Muffled noises tumbled from your mouth as Eddie’s cock hit spots you didn’t even know existed and brought you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, pussy shuddering around Eddie’s cock.  

“Our perfect girl, cumming just from us using your holes, shit,” Steve cursed, desperate to give you all of his load, make sure you never spilled a fucking drop of it.  

“God, she’s so fuckin’ tight when she cums, Steve, don’t think I’m gonna last,” Eddie growled, his thrusts dramatic, enough to have the bed creaking with a squeaky noise.

“Come with me, baby, let’s fill her up at the same time, hmm?” Steve grunted.

“Yeah, you’d like that, baby? You’d want your daddies to fill all your holes?” He taunted with your chin in his hands, Eddie’s rough hold on you was making it harder to focus, you just came but you simultaneously needed more. They were so fucking addicting. 

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart, I’m gonna fuckin—” Eddie rambled, so deep inside of you that you whimpered around Steve’s cock, making him grunt like a madman. 

“Me too, Munson, shit!”

“Gonna give you so much of my cum you’ll never get it out of you, princess, fuck!” It was a promise, his thrusts were brutal, bruising, and fucking divine. 

“S—shit baby, I’m—fuck! I wanna see you swallow all of my load, not one fuckin’ drop—oh fuck!” Steve added.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Both of them yelled in almost perfect sync. Thick cum filled inside of your walls and shot down your throat, it looked like Steve was too fucked out to tell you to swallow, and you beat him to it, sucking him dry with an exaggerated humming sound. 

Eddie was still unloading inside of you, seed spilled so deeply that it made you feel so warm, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. Both of their cocks and cum filling your holes, darkened gazes staring down at you, and it felt fucking amazing. 

You loved the little praises, the ‘good girl’ and ‘perfect girl’ they uttered before they placed thousands of kisses over your skin. Yet, you were nowhere near done, no, this was just a little taste. And you were hungry. 

“A—are you going to untie me now?” You asked, unwillingly, bringing that desire spark back into both of their gaze in an instant.

“Oh, sweetheart, you thought we were done?” That mocking voice was back like it never left, and you couldn’t help the way excitement pooled your tummy again. Shit, they were fucking good. 

“You wanted to cum, didn’t you? We’ll make sure you’ll cum, over and over, creaming our cock till you physically fucking can’t anymore.” Steve added, both of them grinning like a Cheshire cat, knowing there was so much more to your punishment. 

[giamee]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 prev. OG 5 GIRLS INTRO!

masterlist. next. ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

INTRODUCING THE ISLANDERS ...

"HI i'm y/n, i'm 21 and from teyvat. i'm a student, so yay summer break!"

"i'm here for what i hope is a good time. i've had a couple boyfriends before, in fact i broke up with my last one just a few months ago, so i'm really just looking to get out there again and what's a better way than to be here with all the hottest guys in teyvat?"

"hey, i'm ganyu!! i work as a secretary and i'm 21, i live in liyue!!"

"i've never really had a boyfriend before haha, but maybe i'll find one here! my friends say that i'm a workaholic, and i feel like if i were to have a boyfriend he'll have to be able to handle the fact that i have a busy work life, or maybe just have one of his own."

"i'm not really the type to go out much, i definitely prefer a night in haha."

"my type? i like sweet guys, sort of a classic romantic type of guy who will make me feel special and understands my needs. that's all."

"yo, i'm hu tao, my friends call me tao! i'm from liyue, i'm 19, and i'm a funeral director. didn't expect that one did you? you ever had someone on the show with that job before? yeaahhhh, thought not."

"one thing about me is i love a good prank. i've always kind of been a trouble child, ever since primary school. nothing too crazy, just enough to keep people on their toes."

"i like people that are funny, can match my vibe. i don't like boring people. we're here to have fun, aren't we!?"

"one ick i have? to begin with, people who call them icks. and uhh... i also hate when guys make it a point to say how strong they are by comparing my own strength?? like yes, you can curl my bench, i'd hope so or otherwise we'd both be weak as shit."

"hey, i'm rosaria, i'm from mondstadt. i'm 26, and... well i've had a lot of jobs over the years. it's a bit of a funny story, actually, i used to be a nun. clearly that was meant to last 'cos i'm on this show now. right now, i work as a bartender. it's quite fun, getting to know the regulars. i can do most of their orders off the top of my head now."

"one of my icks in a guy? i don't think this really counts, but you won't believe the amount of guys i've met who are just... can't get over the fact that i used to be a nun. it's not that serious, like? i get it, but this isn't a porno."

"my type? good question. i don't know. but the last guy i was talking to had a bunch of tattoos and this really hot beard so, maybe that."

"so... i just talk into this mic? okay."

"hello.. everyone! i'm jean, i'm 26, and i'm an office worker. nothing too glamorous, haha. oh yeah, and i'm from mondstadt"

"my type in a guy is someone who's a bit more mature, you know? i'm not a teenager any more, i don't have the patience to date around with idiots anymore!" (chuckles)

"growing up, my dad and my brothers always made sure to treat me really well so that when i'm older i'll know how a guy should treat me. i guess you could say that my standards are pretty high, yeah"

"ooh, an ick? if a guy wants to go 50/50 with me. if you're broke, just say that"

𝜗𝜚 gia's notes :: the banners r kinda ugly o well. graphic design is my passion 🤓 also i left the y/n bio kinda blank so it's not too specific :)

[godsfavdarling]

I wanna first finish posting all the fics that i've already started cuz i don't wanna cause even more chaos but i did already make posters and those little tumblr banners (or whatever you call it) for my next two ideas cuz i was so excited!!!

AND YES graphic design is my passion!!!

[puppetsandpantry]

LoadingReadyRun Jerseys

Yeah this isn't what I thought I would do next either but here we are. LoadingReadyRun is a youtube comedy/videogame/tabletop game/livestreaming company from British Columbia, Canada. They make really good stuff I highly reccomend checking out their website/youtube channel(s) linked below. Anyway I decided to make a jersey based on their branding, because they have really tight branding. Then it spiraled out of control. Here are the results.

The last of these main jerseys represents Desert Bus For Hope, the Annual Charity Livestream created by LoadingReadyRun. Remember what I said about LRR having good branding? Well. DBFH has good branding too. As a stream that goes on for over a week each year, it is split up into four main "shifts," six hour segements each run by a specific group of volunteers. They are, from 6am-noon, Dawn Guard, from noon-6pm, Alpha Flight, from 6pm-Midnight, Night Watch, and from Midnight-6am, Zeta Shift. Each of these has an associated logo and banner, which are present during the livestream. And because I just love consistency... here are all four shift jerseys.

I imagine these jerseys being a set similar to the NHL all-star series jerseys, very similar in design but unique in specifics. This whole post is me advertising for LRR, here's the links https://loadingreadyrun.com/ https://www.youtube.com/@loadingreadyrun Also their Patreon if you want to support that: https://www.patreon.com/loadingreadyrun Also a shout out to LRR co-founder Graham Stark for being passionate about graphic design and infecting me with the same passion. My life has gotten better since.

[bobbybutterfly]

A Squirrel and Hedgehog OC. OoooooOOOooo. I was about to say it’s my second one (I’ve got a squirrel I never posted about before) but then I remembered Geumseagi’s dad. I think we could also have a philosophical discussion about how many head cannons can you lump up on a character before they become an OC. I imagine it’s when you change the character’s name. That’s just the last straw.

Changing up pre existing characters is a skill I learned from writing real people fan fiction. By the time you’re done writing your femboy pagan priest turned an immortal 20 something sparking dictator after the film market collapsed with the rise of AI, people will scratch their heads as to how this character ever started life as Tom Hanks. But most importantly you don’t get sued!

By the way this was an actual character I made. I never put out the unfinished book on the internet outside of one chapter on AO3. I was getting tired of working on it for I think over 2 years with no results.

This character though is original in that they’re not inspired by any character from Squirrel and Hedgehog specifically. I will talk about my inspiration for them later.

So. Their name is Shiho Tenshi as you can see. It means white angel. Originally they were supposed to be called Shiho Akuma, meaning white devil But it didn’t make sense to me that they would be called that by the weasels. They’re a war hero to them after all. Probably the Flower Hill animals would call them whatever the Korean translation of white devil is. Hayan Agma. Language is something that goes unaddressed in the series. It’s an idea I want to incorporate into my AU. Primary example being that the weasels kept Mulmangcho around as a translator.

Shiho Tenshi isn’t their real name. No one knows their “real name”. I should also mention that they’re gender fluid and use they/them pronouns. Also also they’re a white weasel if you didn’t notice. Growing up they were a poor orphan on the streets. They learned very quickly that by changing up how they behave and look they were gendered differently. Seeing their love for performance a traveling acting troupe took them in. They would preform for soldiers at military bases. Providing cheap entertainment.

One day though the base they’re performing at gets attacked. Using their sword skills they heroically defend the base earning them a place in the military. They rarely use guns or martial art. Preferring their elegant silver sword. The military allows it as it makes for some good propaganda posters. They absolutely despise all Flower Hill animals. Appearing ruthless and brutal. The peak of military masculinity. But when it comes to weasels and surprisingly mice they are kind almost motherly and willing to sacrifice themselves whenever it comes to it. They like mice because the acting troupe was primarily mice.

What do you think? I wanted to play with gender roles when it came to them. My main inspiration was Hoshiko Kawasima. They are a very interesting World War 2 queer historical figure. I would recommend checking them out. Then the character Lady Oscar from the manga Rose of Versailles. They were totally based off of Kawasima. There’s too many coincidences! Lastly their whole acting part was based off of the Takarazuka Revue. It’s an all female acting troupe in Japan. They’re really cool.

This picture was based off of a promotional image of Lady Oscar for their performance of Rose of Versailles. The background inspiration was from @32girassoisdevangogh I am trying to go more abstract graphic design for backgrounds of character art. Mainly because I’m just too tired after 5 hours of rendering. So prepare yourselves for more comic sands and pixelated images of puppies and kittens because graphic design is my passion as you can see from my tumblr banner!

I’m not really sure what I’m going to do with this character. They’re not going to be included in my Super Secret Project. Maybe I can write a short story about them or roleplay. We will see.

Bobby out!

[rookthorne]

Duuuuude! You are so incredibly talented. May I ask, how do you make your graphics? Everytime I see one, they look fucking amazing. What program/s do you use? And how hard are they to learn?

nonnie! you are coming for my heart like this! 🥹😭

of course you can ask! I am always willing to help out anyone creatively where I can.

this is quite a spill so I have the explanation underneath the cut! 🥰

I use 2 programs, and it depends what for -

my gifs, headers, icons, and dividers I use adobe photoshop.

my collages for my writing social media and my wattpad, I use canva.

I want to give credit where it is due and say I learnt how to make gifs and graphics from my best friend, @sgt-seabass. she took me under her wing and from there she's taught me how to operate photoshop and make the gifs like I do, and since then, I branched out and fucked around with the program and that's how I got where I am.

as for how hard it is to learn, personally, it is not hard at all.

gif making can be challenging but I also don't have so much of an affiliation for them, and I like keeping them simple. header, banner, and divider making is my bread and butter. I fucking love making them and I just... I don't know. I love doing it so much, and I guess my passion shows.

the most important thing to making graphics look seamless and effortless is familiarity with the program you use, because if you don't know your tools, you don't know shit, basically. I would really recommend getting to know the software you choose to use - play around and make some dummy designs and make mistakes. making mistakes has helped immensely in my creative process.

learn the dimensions for posts and pixels, too. it can be different for all blogs!

I use the following for my blog: (all in pixel measurement)

line dividers - 600 x 5

thin dividers - 600 x 15

thick dividers - 600 x 25

headers - 3000 x 1000 the squares for these headers are 1000 x 1000

blog header - 640 x 360 even when transparent, like the two I use, they are still the above dimensions.

disclaimer banner - 2000 x 300 (the bigger the canvas, the better the transparent elements show)

if you have any other questions, my love, my inbox is always open! 💗

honestly, I would be open to doing tutorials when I have some spare time between these events - would that be something that's helpful? lemme know, chaos kittens! 😘

[bloomboxygo]

The Melodious Bios

Well, considering the great majority opted for this… Let's go. These will be bios for each Melodious Monster, as I see them, based on what they offer in terms of their effects and what they showed in the anime. Of course these are based off of A Blossoming Legato, my fic which I will link here.

Anyway… Let's go.

(BTW this is the first banner art I've ever done graphic design is SO NOT MY PASSION)

The Melodious are a group of Musical Fairies residing in a Conservatory in the Duel Spirits' world, whose aim is to soothe the souls of whoever listens, though also illusionists that give light to their voices to do their attacks as Monsters. They receive travelers in need, perform for small crowds, and attempt to expand their horizons so they can create even greater melodies.

They believe to be created by the Inspiration, which manifests itself in a ray of light shining on the location, which will provide the Melodious with new members, most likely during occasions of growth for the Melodious… However, it may also be because of the growth of someone else: one who was, and will be, near and dear to them…

Now, presenting all the Members, divided by designation.

MELODIOUS DIVAS

Aria the Melodious Diva

An earnest member of the Melodious with innate talent shown with a wonderful contralto. Her prowess is remarkable, though she feels somewhat insecure, afraid that her talents will outshine other members somehow… She maintains a lovely bond with Sonata, feeling great warmth when performing alongside her.

Sonata the Melodious Diva

This Fairy keeps a positive attitude no matter which stage the Melodious take. She's regarded as the big sister of the group, always lifting others when in need and, in general, being friendly with everyone. Although, she is especially warm to Aria, knowing of her insecurities and vowing to soothe her from them.

Canon the Melodious Diva

This Diva's known for her grace on the stage… Despite her short temper and tough attitude. When things go awry, she may even let her fists do the singing. However, this comes with a grit of hers that makes her very resistant to enemy opposition, taking the hits for her team. A quality of hers that Solo was instantly endeared by…

Serenade the Melodious Diva

One not exactly proficient in singing herself, though the graceful moves of her ballets show her prowess as an illusionist, conducting waltzes with mirror images of herself. A dreamer, she wishes to find the perfect dance partner, who may be out there somewhere… 

Elegy the Melodious Diva

A fairly mellow and gloomy lady, she is quite knowledgeable of the tragedies of the world, and studies them to perfect her numbers, dedicated to move the hearts of whoever listens to warn them of said calamities, as tears and smiles are alike for a performance well conveyed. 

Opera the Melodious Diva

Born by Sora's mastery shown to Yuzu, this little one is regarded as a prodigy amongst her fellow members, with great talent and vocal cords to match. Yet she suffers from chronic stage fright, and struggles to perform right away. She is quite jovial otherwise, even if still somewhat timid, but always plays or studies when the time is right.

Tamtam the Melodious Diva

Born by Sora's innocence, understood by Yuzu, this member is quite energetic and enthusiastic to show it, even being overexcited when taking the stage despite her backup role. Despite it being small, she always performs at her fullest, putting all her energy in that and games alike when she plays with others.

Score the Melodious Diva

Born by Yuzu's training with Yugo, she is a student first and foremost, capable of many illusionary numbers and excellent at memorizing them, despite her voice and technique not being as developed as others'. Quite polite and somewhat reserved, but always ready to perform whatever's up on the notebook she always carries with her.

Continued in reblog! (10 images limit dammit)

[prismatic-glow]

prismaticglow blog (re)introduction

hello everybody! welcome to my blog or, welcome back!

I recently made some aesthetic changes to the blog and I plan on coming back to posting consistently so I wanted to make a new introduction post for anybody new

on this blog, I give genshin advice and character build guides! I have a lot of content aimed at new players but I'm working on some stuff for midgame players who feel a bit stuck

for more about me + my sources + all of my guides in categories, check out my carrd linked in the pinned post!

for anybody coming back, I hope you like the new graphics I made! I wanted to create a more consistent look with the blog but simplify things a little bit. the new banners + headers are made by yours truly (graphic design is my passion)

as always, asks are open!

upcoming post: artifact farming guide for midgame players feeling stuck. how to start working on builds that look impressive and work well!

that's all for today <3

[damnation-if]

wrestling with canva like i’m crocodile dundee... this probably won’t end up being anything like a real UI because i don’t think a lot of it is Possible jsfdbgs

It looks amazing, how did you do that? 👀👀👀👀👀

hi, thank you for the compliment! i took a bit to answer this because i'm not really... equipped to be making Design tutorials haha. graphic design is my passion neither ironically nor unironically and i'm absolutely rubbish at art - however, canva has enough tools to help me feel like i'm building something visually interesting despite my. abject lack of talent XD i'll put a cut here and some like. explanation and tips underneath.

i have premium for my non-IF-related work, but the free version is what i started out on and it's honestly surprisingly good and has a generous licensing agreement. the biggest drawback for the free version for me is the inability to save files with a transparent background or resize files mid-edit, but for most people making banners or concept art you're not going to Need transparent files - that's more of a thing for actually creating assets.

the biggest ADVANTAGE of the free canva license is that you are licensed to use anything you make using the free assets in commercial products if you want/need (including games or promo for them). many similar design products only allow personal use for free licensing. (however, i'm not trying to sell canva to you; rather i'm pointing out that sticking with the free version is actually very convenient and the premium features are probably things you won't need lol)

basically canva allows you to search for graphic design elements by keyword and drag and drop them onto a design piece, mix them around, change their colours and sizes etc. and combine them together to make something. i'll talk a little bit about the UI design you're mentioning (the one i showed off here for anyone curious) not to brag about my Skillz(TM) but just to show how easy canva makes it for a total newb to make something that looks really neat!

there's about 30 different elements in that particular UI design - the "console-y" looking frame itself is half a dozen on its own: the basic frame (those cyberpunky lines at the top and bottom of the screen); a semi-transparent box i added to make it look like a holo-screen; the panel on the side, which was originally square until i cropped it down to make it look like a panel and colour-shifted to match the main box; the little connector between the side panel and the screen, which is actually two of the same asset with one upside-down and cropped; and then the various text assets, not to mention all the logos, which are also all separate (and also the little 2 unread messages symbol is another 2 separate design elements i put together lmfao).

canva will probably seem overwhelming once you first start using it because it has So Many tools, but most of these are for companies and you'll probably find you don't need to even look at the vast majority of them. for example, it'll probably ask you to choose a template to start a design, and there are like. 100s. that it'll want you to sort through. but you very probably won't ever use more than one or two. i think i've used three Ever for IF stuff - tumblr banner (for banners, obviously), social media banner, for the RO banners you can see on the ROs page, and 16:9 Blank Presentation, which is what i use for UI designs because it's just. a big blank page size. you can Literally ignore all the others unless you need something specific!

you can either use the pre-generated aspects of the template and simply replace their designs with ones you prefer, or do what i do and delete it all and put your own stuff in lmfao. the templates can help if you don't have much of an idea of what you want your design to look like but obviously for me with UI design it's a bit. Pointless because canva doesn't have a template for that XD

anyway once you have your blank canvas, you can search for "elements" in the search panel and look through them for ones you want to use. the pro version assets are labelled pretty clearly so you probably won't mistakenly pick something that requires paying to use and the search filters themselves are pretty hefty - i rarely run up against a search term that brings back nothing unless it's HIGHLY specific lol

here are just a couple of tips that help me get basically closer to what i want out of the whole thing:

when you're changing the size of an element, canva only increases or decreases its size by the exact ratio of its original dimensions - you can't Only make an image wider, for example, it will also automatically increase the height to match. that's why the "frame" asset in my Gone Dark UI design is centred in the page instead of taking up more of it - i couldn't make it wider without it getting taller and the top and bottom bars disappearing off the page. you can get around this by using elements that are mostly plain - i could have, for example, made the semitransparent screen box as wide as i wanted, because it's uniform in design and there'll be no visible difference in where i draw its boundaries as it all just looks like plain rectangle.

combining photo images and less realistic graphics can look jarring but there are handy image editing tools (found by clicking "edit image" in the top toolbar with the image selected, and then "show all" in the lefthand sidebar to show all of the filters) that you can use to make photos look Less Photolike - lowered blur and heightened clarity especially can make it easier to make photos fit better with other graphics.

some of the text effects (found by clicking "Effects" in the top toolbar with the textbox selected) can make it way easier for text to be visible against certain backgrounds - this is not much use if you're designing something for another medium like a UI, because you can't replicate them in other software, but if you're just producing an image like a banner they add a lot of neat flair.

when you have a lot of elements working together they often look a little better with at least a slightly lower transparency to hide that their borders/edges aren't uniform - 85-90% is usually opaque enough to not notice it's slightly transparent but soften the edges.

it can be hard to figure out the exact size (in pixels) of an element while you're In a design - there are rulers that can be applied through the settings menu, but the maths often fucks me up, so i find it's easier to resize the image by dragging the expand handles by like a single pixel and then putting it back to normal - while specifically holding the expand handles (until you let go of the mouse and "drop" it in the desired size) it will give you an exact reading of the height and width in pixels along the bottom toolbar that you can read easily.

this one is pretty specific but when you're making boxes to put behind text they often look better with a slight blur filter on them as well as transparency - for Gone Dark in particular the blur gives it a nice fuzz that makes it look even more like a projected screen. if you look closely you can see a slight difference between the text screen and the side panel screen background - that's because i forgot to blur the side panel lmfao.

aaaand that's probably all the advice i can offer. i'm far from an expert, but i do feel like i have fun with it XD i'm glad so many people have thought it looked cool! sorry this got so long but. it's hard to explain without actually Getting Into It haha

[eggluverz]

Hello I was wondering how you make your Dan heng dividers.

hihi! i’m not sure which dividers u mean exactly! but i’m gonna assume u don’t mean the banners with the fic title (if you do— i just crop the image to around 3:1 ratio and then add font using canva!!)

if you’re referring to the one i use for drabbles + some requests i’m too lazy to make a banner for AHJDJSKS then i just went on photopea (literally have never used it before the day i made the divider i just looked up free photoshop alternatives LMAO) used a white background, then new layer of a chibi dan heng emote, then new layer made a filled shape that was the color i wanted LOL and made it one line on the side. then copied and pasted that layer and put it on other side for other line. then select all the white bg and delete and then save project as png !!

i hope that made sense bc graphic design is not my passion!! i just tried my best LMAO 😭🙏

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[ad_1] Do you want to start creating digital products faster and easier than ever before so that you can start monetizing your expertise passion or idea well in this video I'm going to reveal to you 10 time saving tools that's going to drastically help you shortcut your success as a coach leader expert or Digital creator while ads are less channel on this channel I'll make videos on how to create a digital product business giving you the freedom to work when where and how you want to so if that interests you make sure you hit the subscribe button below and turn on notifications so you Don't miss out on any future videos I post here on a weekly basis there's no denying that we live in a digital economy and because of that we were able to tap into a global audience and we're not limited to just having customers or clients based around our geographical Location which is why a digital product business is one of the most convenient and probably a perfect business especially if you want to work for yourself or be your own boss with that said in this video I'm going to reveal to you 10 time saving tools that's going To help you create digital products faster and easier than ever before alright well number one is called smart mock-ups well as the name suggests mock-ups is another word for kind of like e-commerce or ebook covers because we are selling virtual products or non physical products we want to still be Able to show them in a tangible way I guess what our course book or product that looks like smart mock-ups has a great range of templates that you can use for your ebook covers course covers or product covers now with the free plan there's a limited amount of covers you Can select but they're still good to use even though they are free if you are interested in learning exactly how to use smart mock-ups I actually created a step-by-step video tutorial on this so I'll link up the card just above here if we're gonna watch at your own time what I love most about smart mock-ups is that you don't need Photoshop which can be quite expensive especially if you're just starting out essentially what you're going to do is design the actual book cover or product cover of yours and you do this using canva and from canva You basically export that image and then simply upload it to smart mock-ups in a matter of minutes you can have a product cover that looks quite professional a smart mock-ups is a perfect solution if you're a digital creator and simply wants to display his or her course on Line on your website all right the next tool I want to share with you is something I'm mentioning the previous tool which is called canva now if you haven't heard about canva you're missing out because this is a tool that's going to allow you to create All sorts of graphics now in the space of digital products you can create things like book covers and banners and even logos for your website I use campaign in a number of ways I create full covers through canva I create my video thumbnails also using canva and also create logos and simple text Messages that I put for my social media profiles all right next tool is called designer now designer is going to help you create ebooks and digital products in terms of PDF documents a lot faster because they have a range of templates that you can choose from so that you don't need to go And design the actual ebook so when I talk about designer in the ebook aspect what I mean is that with the interior design of the e-book so when your subscriber or your customer opens up your ebook or your PDF document that's what they see so not so much the actual Look of the ebook cover but the interior how designer works is quite simple all you need to do is import your Word document they have existing so you don't need to design anything yet so let's say you take it from Google sheets and you simply have text all you need to do is Import it in designer and it'll convert it into a professional looking ebook

that has already been designed based on a number of templates that you can choose from if you do want to learn how to use designer I've also got a tutorial on that I'll link up the card just above Here for you to go and watch okay so the next tool in order to create some sort of ebook or PDF document if you don't want to use a program like designer is Google Docs now I'm recommending Google Docs versus Microsoft Word because Google Docs is for free for years and it collaborates With all the other apps in the Google suite so whether you're creating a one-page guide or a hundred page ebook you can use Google Docs for that and then export it as a PDF all in one central location in addition what I love about Google Docs is that it's all cloud-based Meaning that you can also have other team members such as an editor or or perhaps another writer and work together simultaneously on that same document it is my own personal preference to use Google Docs as opposed to Microsoft Word because I use all of Google's range of Apps anyway like Google sheets and Drive so I might as well have it in one place and that's why I'm recommending using Google Docs ok so you've created your products or your PDF document or ebook or course now it's time to actually sell it so how do you go about selling it Well you need a landing page and for that I can recommend a couple of tools and the first is called leadpages leadpages will allow you to create landing pages real quick based on a number of templates that they provide in their library now I have to note that Leadpages does come at a cost either monthly or yearly and can be quite costly if you're just starting out but it is an easy and fast way to go as opposed to trying to learn how to create a landing page from scratch learning HTML or learning how to set it all up Using WordPress from scratch there is an alternate tool or WordPress plug-in that is they can use it's called optimize press I've been using optimized press for a number of years now and the great thing about optimized press is that it's made for online marketers so the templates that they provide you in their Library they're quite optimized for conversions and also with optimized press the pricing is a lot affordable coming out something like a ninety nine dollars per year for one site so do check out leadpages and optimize press to see and determine which solution is best for you in terms of putting out your landing Page ok so you've created your landing page what now how do you deliver your product to your audience well you're going to need some sort of digital delivery system or some sort of shopping cart and for that I recommend something like a junkie or you can also use a Wordpress to actually host your files each idea is more of an all-in-one solution we actually manage your products add your products there and add your download links there and they'll actually host your download links for you with the WordPress route or option you're going to have to upload to your WordPress Media library and then from there you grab the download link and then that's what you provide to your leads your subscribers or your customers when they go and download your product now with the WordPress route you're going to have to integrate some sort of shopping cart system I do use thrive cut for that so thrive Capcom or alternately you can simply go to PayPal and inside your PayPal account you can create Buy Now buttons and from there you can add your download links and once you get to that stage of adding Your download link all you need to do is this copy and paste the download link from your WordPress media library over there so then after customers purchase via PayPal they get instant access to your product the downside with that though is that you can't do things like sales funnels and upselling customers Things like that so if you do want a better solution for that I do recommend something like thrive cart and I'm not sure

in terms of how detailed or how advanced a junkie is but do take a look at a junkie as well if you are looking for some product management system to Deliver and set up all your products all right next up a tool that I use almost every single day is ScreenFlow now ScreenFlow will allow you to create video tutorials and on-screen sort of training for your customers so if you do want to create a course based on Something that you want to create on screen then ScreenFlow is a great tool however it is limited to just the Mac OS if you are using Windows I highly recommend you use Camtasia these two tools do come at a price if you are looking for a free option to look at screencast-o-matic However the free plan will only allow you to create fifteen minutes of video for free my usage for ScreenFlow is basically for customer tutorials so I'll show them exactly how to setup a product or how to set up a landing page and you'll see in some of my other videos on What types of content to create using ScreenFlow all right the next tool or it's not so much a tool but a way to create content or perhaps your products faster is to use and take advantage of P content if you're unfamiliar with PL I will link up a card Just above here for you to learn more about PL but what it stands for is private label rights now you've probably heard of the term private label rights in the space of drop shipping or physical products that's where perhaps a buyer purchases something from China where they manufacture a lot of products And they private label it they put their logo on their product and then they sell it as their own the same concept goes in terms of PLR content you have a range of Pilar sellers who sell private label content so that you can rebrand it as Your own put your name as the author and the Pilar business is actually one of my income streams and if you want to take a look at the Pilar products that I have available for sale simply go to www.hsn social media and online business or online marketing so if you're in any of Those industries or niches then do take a look and grab one yourself all right tool number nine is going to help you in terms of productivity and actually getting things done on a daily basis and that tool is called motion motions like your own workspace so think Of it as a way to put all your projects into one place whenever you have ideas or whenever you have a list of things to do you can put it into notion access it via your web browser on your desktop or your mobile I personally use motion to Put all my content ideas I've got my YouTube content calendar on there my social media calendar on there so all I need to do is when I have an idea I put it into the ideas column and from there I can then plan out what I'm going to Talk about for that this particular topic and then it moves on to in progress and then once it's in review that's when we get our other team members to go and edit the content and then I can start publishing it after that so as you can see it's kind of more Of a streamlined way of working and a more structured way of working so that you're not all over the place and you're trying to think about what do I need to do next if there's one thing that's been responsible for the success I guess of my online business and as an Entrepreneur its insistence I'll make sure that I systemize all parts of my business so that my team members not only myself know exactly what needs to be done and so I have things like standard operating procedures so that my staff know exactly how to do a particular task now there are Alternatives to notion and they are Trello asana and Basecamp so do look at those options but I have gone from using Basecamp which I do use for parts of my business but we are slowly transitioning over to notion but that take a look at their options and see which one would Best fit for your needs last and final tool or more of a resource is up work or using Fiverr now West case if

you aren't a writer if you aren't a designer and you simply don't want to actually create the meet of the content for your course or product you Can always outsource it all you need to do is write down a few ideas or some bullet points that you want perhaps your writer to go and expand on and from there you'll have your course or ebook or product a lot faster because the last Thing you want to do is stare at a blank screen you know that blank screen of death trying to think about what to write but if you have ideas it's great to just put it down either on your note note-taking tool or you can do some audio recording so if you're better at Talking then perhaps whip out your phone and start recording your voice and then send that voice recording over to your write-up which they can then turn into some sort of course or piece of content so again the places that you can go to actually outsource things you can go to Upwork which is my favorite upwork.com and sometimes I go to Fiverr however I find the quality is not as great and you know if you're going to hire someone like a writer I would highly suggest going to up work because there's more quality and overall you're going to find More writers on up work alright so those are the ten time-saving tools to help you create your digital products faster and easier over to you what do your product creation tools do you use to help you create your digital products make sure to comment below I'd love to Know if you have any questions about anything I mentioned in this video or a particular tool comment below and I love to answer your question by the way if you like this video please give it a thumbs up and subscribe to his channel below if you haven't already make sure To turn on notifications as well so that you'll be the first to know when I release a new video each week on this channel thanks for watching and I'll see in the next video [ad_2] #Top #Platforms #SELLING #DIGITAL #PRODUCTS #ONLINE #CREATE #DIGITAL #PRODUCTS #COURSES For More Interesting Article Visit : https://mycyberbase.com/

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Root Pearl: Intro

Pairing: Eventual Ezra x female reader - musician AU

Word Count: 5,241

Rating: M. Language, death, bodily injury, angst, allusions to sex but nothing graphic. There’s a lot here - but I don’t want to give too much away. If you have questions, feel free to message me and I can answer before you read. 

** This chapter will be the darkest. From here on out, it gets much, much less distressing ** 

Summary: Loss impacts people in different ways, and Ezra is no stranger to hardships - but this time is different. After a potentially career-ending injury to his arm, Ezra is forced to confront a very different future than he’d imagined for himself... and figure out who exactly he wants to be.

Blanket warnings: loss of a parent, character death, survivor’s guilt, learning to deal with the loss of a limb, infidelity (not Reader w/Ezra), blood, bodily injury, heavy angst. 

Author’s note: I have no idea why I haven’t written a musician AU yet with as many concerts I’ve been to as and as much as I love live music, but here we are. There’s something about Ezra and playing a guitar that just makes sense to me, and I think he’d be amazing at it. 

Anyway, a few housekeeping things: 

Cee is 18 here. The original Prospect script says Ezra is 45, but I don’t think he looks 45; I HC he’s about 35-37. This takes place on Earth, but I’m going to take some liberties with including Prospect-specific places, plants, etc, as well as advanced medical techniques. Just go with it - I promise it won’t be too jarring. 

The POV switches between characters. And if I missed anything when I edited each POV to be consistent, please let me know. I’m sure I did, even though I edited a bunch of times. 

ANYWAY. Enough. Enjoy. Tell me what you think if you want. (But don’t make fun of me for my shitty banner because even though graphic design is my passion that doesn’t mean I’m good at it)

A 'root pearl' is another name for an aurelac gem, and the most precious part of the whole plant. These pearls are valuable, vary in size and clarity, and need to be handled carefully in order to be worth anything of value.

One wrong move can compromise the entire thing, rendering it worthless in an instant.

She smells the smoke even before she opens her eyes. 

Shit. Groaning as she tries to lift one arm, she realizes that there’s something on top of her, preventing the motion. What did… what’s going on?

Cee’s eyes open all the way as the smell of the smoke intensifies, her vision obscured by the haze of it in the air and something wet dripping into her eyes. Blood. It’s blood, it … The girl turns her head, the grit of the road crunching beneath her cheek - and in that moment, she realizes what the heaviness on top of her is. “Ezra?” Panicking, she struggles beneath the weight of him, heart pounding as she forces one arm up and underneath his shoulder, searching for purchase on his torso. “Ezra, get up. Come on.” 

She can hear the flames now, her eyes darting to the side and a low wail escaping her lips as she sees - for the first time - what used to be the Rock Jumper, the van that had taken them between shows and cities for the previous weeks. It is on its side and completely engulfed in flames - no more than twenty feet from them, the equipment trailer no longer attached. Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. Still struggling with the weight of the man on top of her, Cee’s hand slips in something warm, and when her eyes land on Ezra again, she realizes that the blood is probably not coming from one of her wounds. 

Instead, she fights back a choked sob as she sees that Ezra’s right arm is mangled, the ends of his shirtsleeve tattered and soaked, sticking to the skin. Is that bone? I can see bone, he… There are tears streaming down her face and mixing with the blood, the girl’s only concern getting out from beneath Ezra, who, at least as far as she can tell, hasn’t responded in any way since she came to. “Ezra, wake up.” As gently as she can, she eases the man onto his back, rolling toward him with a grunt and freeing his other arm - the one that had been trapped beneath her body. That one is uninjured, but the hand still flops uselessly against the street as it settles. “Ezra, I…” 

Another gasp leaves her lips as she sees another wound on his stomach, the material of his shirt glistening in the flickering light of the flames; light brown material darkened by the blood soaking through it. My phone. I need to call someone. Call help, get us… She whimpers again and forces herself to her knees, the torn denim of her jeans doing little to protect her from the rough ground. What’s that? She can smell more than the flames and the coppery tinged scent of Ezra’s blood - there’s also the smell of gasoline in the air, the liquid likely pooling beneath the wrecked vehicle and slowly moving outward as the puddle grows. I have to get him away from here. 

She glances down at Ezra, her lower lip trembling - and then Cee pushes to her feet, ignoring the twinge of pain in her back, the sting of what are likely numerous cuts and bruises all over her body - and hooks her hands beneath Ezra’s shoulders, dragging him away from the vehicle as far as she can. 

That distance is only about fifty additional feet, but it has to be enough, because the girl can’t pull him any further before her arms give out and a searing pain runs up her back. “Ezra.” She tries again, sobbing out his name and kneeling next to his body, her shaking hand pressed against his chest as she goes absolutely still, feeling for a heartbeat. “Ezra, please.” There are more tears as she bends over, ear as close to his mouth as she can get. 

There is nothing. She can’t feel his body moving, can’t hear even a rattling breath, and her hands are shaking so badly that detecting a heartbeat is impossible. There’s no response to the sound of his name… and so Cee stands, twisting away from the man and taking three steps back toward the van, shielding her eyes as she faces the heat from the flames. “Dad?” Her voice weak, she tries again after a few more steps, a little louder. “Dad! Luke?” She crouches, peering into the front of the van - the hood partially crushed, glass mostly broken out, the remaining portion of it nothing more than a spiderweb of cracks. “D…dad?” Cee blinks, inching even closer, and finally sees the gaping hole on what used to be the passenger side of the van, torn and jagged, the door partially ripped from its hinges. That has to be where we came out. Me and Ezra, we - 

But her thoughts are interrupted by a low rumble and then only moments later, the van explodes, the rest of it going up in a ball of flames, the heat traveling the distance to where she stands and singing her eyelashes, forcing her back a few steps. It’s instinct - the way she turns away, shielding her face as another sob escapes her, the roar of the fire drowning out the noises she’s making. They’re dead. There’s no way they survived that. 

And so, without looking back at what used to be their home-on-the-road, Cee moves toward Ezra again, dropping to her knees and leaning forward, shoulders hunched. She takes five seconds to compose herself, then reaches into her pocket with a shaking hand, fingers fumbling as they close around the phone that somehow is still there, though as she pulls it out, she sees that the screen is shattered. 

But it doesn’t matter as she uses a fingertip to unlock it, dialing the emergency number and holding it up to her ear, both eyes closed and her free hand fisting the sleeve of Ezra’s shirt between her fingers. I’m here. I’m right here if you can feel this.  It rings three times and then there is a voice on the other end, asking what her emergency is - and somehow, Cee answers. 

“My name is Cee. I’m on… I don’t… I don’t know where I am, but there’s been an accident. The van’s on fire and they’re all dead, and Ezra is …” Her eyes open and when she looks down, he still hasn’t moved, but there’s a wet puddle slowly growing larger beneath his arm, the viscous liquid still oozing from his stomach. “He’s bleeding. He’s bleeding and -” With a gasp, she pauses, grip on the device tightening as she tries to listen to the person’s questions on the other end, the calm demeanor helping just enough to make it possible. 

She manages to tell them more - what city they left and where they were going, an approximate time of departure, the last time she remembered checking her phone before the accident - and then, finally, the voice tells her that they’ve been able to narrow down the location based on her cell phone’s signal. For the first time since she woke, Cee feels a spark of hope as the person continues to talk, telling her that they’ve sent everyone necessary to help, and that at most, they’re ten minutes away. 

The spark grows when she hears a low groan from beneath her, the arm inside of the sleeve she’s still grasping moving as the muscles tighten. The phone falls from her hand and the screen shatters further on the ground, but Cee doesn’t care, because when she looks down, Ezra’s got his eyes open and he’s trying to speak, the man’s lips parted. “B-Birdie?” He blinks slowly and when he tries to move his head she reaches out, using both hands to stabilize it, telling him to stop. 

“We were in an accident, Ezra. Don’t move.” It’s the most coherent thing she’s said or thought since she woke up, and when his eyes finally lock on hers, there’s recognition in them. “I don’t know how hurt you are. I had to move you away, but…” She’s crying harder, the tears dropping from her eyes and onto his cheeks, and when Ezra tries to smile, her tears turn into sobs, the girl ducking her head down without moving her hands from the sides of his face. “Please don’t die on me, Ezra. Don’t -”

“I won’t.” It’s still quiet, but she hears the words, followed by a short, barking laugh. When she raises her head to look at him again, his eyes are closed, and there’s a new trail of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth - but Ezra is still smiling, the upward curve of his lips visible even in the dark. 

“They’re coming. They’re coming, Ezra, and -” Another racking sob tears through her body, and even though she knows it’s probably wishful thinking, Cee hears what just might be the approaching of sirens in the distance - though it’s hard to tell over the sound of the roaring flames. 

— 

Three months later

“Want to meet me for lunch today?” Jillian’s head popped up over the partition between your desks, her smile wide. “There are food trucks on the plaza and we can eat outside.” 

“Yes.” Grinning back, your eyes flicked from the computer screen to your coworker - and best friend. “We should enjoy the weather while we can.” With a nod, she sat back down, letting you return to your work. 

The two of you worked customer service for one of the largest travel companies in the region, and even though your job is fun, you needed the meal break to reset more often than not. According to the clock on your monitor, you still have over an hour to go before you can head out, so after shifting around in your seat to get more comfortable, you returned your hands to your keyboard and clicked your headset on. 

An hour and fifteen minutes later, you and Jillian were sitting at a table on the plaza, lunch in hand. It was a gorgeous day out - the sun high in the sky, occasionally obscured by giant, puffy clouds. It was warm but not hot, the leaves above you rustling in a gentle breeze. The two of you talked while you ate, the other woman telling you a story about her brother in law that was interrupted by a phone call. 

When she stepped away to answer, you reached for your own device, thumbing it unlocked and navigating to one of your social media accounts - which had multiple new alerts. 

A few of them were mundane, comments and likes from friends and family… but a series of them was not, and your eyes widened as you read through them - and the posts they were in response to. The lightness of your mood waned slightly as you clicked on the account name, navigating to the other profile, and it all but disappeared as you scrolled slowly through the most recent posts even though you’d seen them before. “What’s that look for?” Jillian slid back into the seat across from you, setting her phone down. “Did something happen?” Yeah. It might have. 

“Look.” Tapping backwards to get to your notification feed, you turned your phone to face your friend, biting down on your lower lip. “She must be going through posts that are tagged with… with the band.” Jillian’s intake of breath was audible and the tightening of her jaw visible, but she stayed quiet, her eyes scanning the screen. “She liked everything that I posted from when they were here a couple months ago.” 

Pulling the phone away, you darkened the screen, setting it down. “Have you seen anything about him? Or her? Since -” 

“Ezra’s still recovering.” Tapping your fingers on the tabletop, you shook your head briefly. “They haven’t really updated much since he was released from the hospital, just said that he’s doing alright a few times, and Cee posted a picture of the two of them back at his place a couple weeks ago, but…” But nothing else. “The other members of The Fringe talked about doing some sort of benefit show, but they haven’t planned it yet.” 

“It’s gotta be tough.” Jillian sipped her drink, swallowing before she continued. “Especially for her. She wasn’t even hurt, right?” 

“No. Just scrapes.” You looked at your phone again, thinking. “I can’t even imagine what -” What either of them are going through right now. “I’m glad that she’s feeling alright enough to look through pictures and videos from the tour, though.” 

It had shocked you - and other fans of both The Fringe and Ezra’s solo career - when the news came out that the band had been in an accident on their way between cities, Damon and Luke not making it away from the crash site alive and Ezra’s injuries so severe that they’d needed to amputate an arm. You remembered reading the updates - about how touch and go it had been in the first few days after it happened. But he lived. 

As more and more news came out about the accident and what caused it, the shock turned into anger on the part of some due to the fact that Damon’s toxicology reports showed that he’d been high at the time of the crash. Police reports made it clear that the man’s physical state likely caused it in the first place, which changed the scope of the accident. It was no less tragic - but the fact that it could have been prevented didn’t sit well with a lot of people. 

As a result, Cee had laid low, the girl’s post frequency decreasing to almost nothing for over a month until she’d uploaded the one of her and Ezra, both of them smiling though they looked tired. She’d posted about her father shortly after the accident, though, a slideshow of pictures and a request that people honor his memory by letting her grieve in peace. Even though it wasn’t the girl’s fault that her father had been impaired while driving, you knew how people could be - and you hoped that she wasn’t taking the brunt of the blame for what he’d done since she was the only one around to see it. “Hey.” Jillian touched your arm, saying your name. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Just thinking.” You pointed at your phone. “It’s still crazy to think that we saw them on that tour, you know? Just a couple weeks before -”

“You should message her.” Jillian chewed a bite of her sandwich, nodding. “Tell her that you have that whole song on video, the one that Ezra asked you not to post anywhere because it wasn’t done?” Oh, shit, I do. “It hasn’t showed up from any other show, right?”

“Not that I’ve seen.” You eyed your phone, thinking. “But why would -”

 “Because it’s something that she wouldn’t have otherwise.” Jillian stood, reaching for her trash. “And it’s her dad playing the drums for a song that probably won’t ever get recorded in a studio, so it might mean a lot to her.” She straightened up, eyes on you. “All you can do is ask. The worst she can say is no.” 

— 

Later that night, you were laying on your bed, stretched out and in your pajamas. Jillian’s suggestion had been running through your mind since earlier that afternoon, and you’d considered her words carefully. 

If you were Cee, you would have wanted to have the video, even if only for later, when the pain of loss wasn’t so fresh. You would have appreciated someone reaching out to you and making the offer, even if they were a stranger. Scrolling through the images from that night, you smiled at the screen when you got to one of Ezra, one of the man’s hands cradling the neck of his guitar, the fingers of the other one wrapped around the mic stand as he looked out and over the crowd. He was smiling, lit up from behind in a halo of golden orange light, and you’d debated making it your phone’s wallpaper for a day or so before deciding not to - for multiple reasons.

Scrolling a little more, you found the video, using one finger to turn the volume up after you pressed play, eyes on the screen. 

“We’re going to play a new song for you right now if you don’t mind.”  Ezra cleared his throat, gesturing at the crowd. “I assure you that it still needs a great deal of work before I take it to the studio, but I thought…” He trailed off, looking over his shoulder at Luke - or Number 2 as he was called onstage, and then back at Damon before facing the crowd again. “But if there’s a better place for its grand debut than the city I call home, I surely don’t know where that place might be.” He flicked the pick against the strings, wetting his lips as the lingering notes played through the PA system. “I have yet to pick a suitable title, but …” 

The song began with quiet guitar, and then just before Ezra’s vocals kicked in, so did the drums and bass. Even though it was an unfamiliar song, you could feel the emotion behind the lyrics - the haunting quality of his voice during the quiet parts of the song echoed by Damon on the drums every so often. When he really opened up, Ezra stepped away from the microphone and bent over to play the guitar, he kept his eyes on his hands. Head bowed, he shook back and forth, the blonde patch in his hair flashing in the backlights, too. 

It wasn’t a long song, but it was clearly full of meaning. Ezra’s lips pressed right up against the microphone when he began crooning into it again, eyes halfway closed and both hands working the instrument he held, coaxing gorgeous music from the strings almost effortlessly. And as the music died down and Ezra’s eyes opened again, he looked down and locked eyes with you. His smile grew, one brow arching so high that it almost disappeared into the dark curls resting against his brow. 

“Capturing my performance for your own satisfaction, hmm?” The camera jerked but remained focused on him, and Ezra continued, taking a deep breath and bringing one hand up to run his fingers through his hair, the other still gripping the mic stand. “Might I make a request?” He paused, still staring directly at you. “Please keep that one for your eyes only. It is not a finished version, and I would be much obliged if it wasn’t available everywhere.” Ezra paused again as the crowd cheered, his gaze moving away briefly and then returning to you, a knowing smile on his lips. “You’ll have my unending gratitude for keeping that song just for us.” 

The video ended there, Ezra winking at you as the crowd began to cheer again. Even though you’d known that it was a show - that it was just who he was, the man being charming and inviting to encourage the crowd, you’d allowed yourself to react to his words, your body growing warm at the thought that by using the word us, he’d meant you two specifically, and not the hundreds of other people in the crowd. 

But it didn’t matter who he’d been talking to - you had the recording. You had the interaction on camera, had a high quality version of an unfinished, unreleased song on your phone… and he knew it. Or at least he knew it then. Sighing, you closed out of the video and opened your social media, clicking on Cee’s account and then creating a new message, fingers hesitating over the keyboard. “Just send it,” you whispered to yourself. “The worst thing she can do is ignore it.” 

The words flowed from your fingers, and even though you tried to keep the message short and to the point, it ended up longer than you intended. 

Cee -

Let me start by saying that I am very, very sorry for your loss. I hope you’re taking the time you need to heal, and that you have good people around you for support.  You don’t know me, but I saw that you liked some of the pictures from a concert I was at a few months ago earlier today. I have more pictures from the show, and I also wanted to offer to send you a video that I have from it of a song that Ezra said he was still working on. I recorded the whole thing, but he asked me not to post it anywhere (as you’ll see if you watch), and so I haven’t. Your dad’s drumming is a big part of the video, and I thought you might want to have it for yourself - if not to watch now, to keep for the future. 

If you’d rather not see it, don’t feel like you have to respond to this. I just wanted to make the offer. If you do want the video, you can message back and let me know where to send it. It should fit into an email, even though it’s pretty high quality so the file’s big. 

I really enjoyed your dad’s music, Cee. He was a talented drummer. And again, I know that you don’t know me, but I’ve been thinking of you (and Ezra) since the accident, and hoping that you’re both doing alright. 

Take care of yourself. 

Before you could second guess it, you signed your name and pressed send. Your heart thumped in your chest as you stared at the screen, the ‘delivered’ indicator popping up beneath the sent message. Clicking back to her main page, you opened the photo of her and Ezra, turning your brightness up and staring at it, trying to keep your expression even. I hope she replies back. Zooming in on the girl’s face, you let out a breath. I hope she - “What’s going on? You’re holding that phone really close.” 

Startled, your fingers moved away from the screen, and the image snapped back to its original size as you looked away from your phone and at the man that had entered the room. “Nothing. I just sent a message over to Cee… the girl that was working as -”

“Yeah, Damon’s daughter.” He moved closer to where you were, using a small towel to dry his hair and the back of his neck. “You decided to send it?” 

“I did, Robbie.” Darkening the screen, you set the phone down on your nightstand after pulling yourself up into a sitting position. “She probably won’t respond, but I figured I’d try.” He tossed the towel into the hamper and then climbed into bed with you, rolling onto his side and propping his head up with one hand. “What?

“Did you message him, too? The singer? Ezra?” No, why would I? “He might be able to get it to her.

“Maybe.” You turned the light off, laying down and rolling to face him, shrugging. “But it’s not up to him to decide what she sees or wants, because she’s not his daughter - and she’s an adult. She’s the one that liked the posts, so she’s the one I messaged.” You paused as the man’s hand slid up your side, palm against your skin beneath the shirt you wore. “Besides, he hasn’t updated anything in months, not since he posted the thank you for all the support while he was in the hospital.” You didn’t even think that Ezra was behind that post, and figured that it had either been Cee or his manager - the only other person in the tour group to survive the crash, thanks to the man driving separately between venues. 

“You should just post it and tag her.” He pulled you closer, the man’s lips warm against your cheek as his hand traveled higher on your side. “What are they gonna do?” What? Why would I do that?

“He asked me not to.” You sighed, hoping that he hadn’t felt your momentary pause. “So I’m not going to.” The thought hadn’t crossed your mind even after the accident - the idea of having a video that no one else did more appealing than fifteen minutes of fame and a little bit of Internet clout.  And definitely better than him getting pissed it was released before it was ready. “Simple as that.” 

Robbie hummed against your skin, though he didn’t say anything else, his hands still roaming upward. When the two of you separated twenty minutes later and he rolled away from you, leaving you in the bed to catch your breath while he headed into the bathroom, you weren’t thinking of Ezra or Cee or the unreleased song anymore. 

— 

It’s late and she can’t sleep again, so Cee is out on Ezra’s balcony, a fluffy blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The city stretches out in front of her, thousands of lights twinkling underneath a cloudy, moonless sky, cars moving over the roads below. She napped earlier, during the hour while Ezra’s physical therapist had been in the apartment and she’d been certain that he wouldn’t need anything from her. But from the moment the overly friendly woman had knocked on the door of her bedroom to say goodbye, Cee was wide awake, laser focused on the man that she lived with. 

He doesn’t ask for much and what he does ask for, she’s happy to give, especially after what he did for her. What he sacrificed for me. She ducks her head, resting her cheek atop one knee and thinks of the man sleeping a few rooms away - the man that has been more of a father figure to her in the few years she’s known him than Damon was in the eighteen she spent with him. He was the one who protected me. 

She’s crying again, like she has so many times in the months since the accident, and even though she knows it will do no good, Cee groans and turns her face to cover it completely in the blanket, telling herself to stop. 

“Come back inside, little bird. It’s chilly out, and you forgot your shoes.” 

His voice is quiet in the darkness, but there’s an intensity to it, like always, along with a new grittiness that is the result of the man breathing in so much of the smoke from the accident. Cee can’t help straightening up to look at him, Ezra’s arm crossed over his chest, that hand gripping his opposite shoulder. “I thought you were sleeping.” She speaks through her tears, not bothering to wipe them away. “You should be in bed.” 

“You, telling me that I need to sleep?” His brow arched, the man looks at her and takes a step closer, head shaking back and forth slowly.  “That is a -” She stands, then, pulling the blanket more tightly around her shoulders and giving him a smile as she steps past him and back into the apartment.

He follows her through the living room and into the kitchen, and Cee removes the blanket, draping it over the back of one of the barstools against the counter. “You know what I mean, Ezra.” She reaches into the refrigerator, pulling out two bottles of water and twisting both caps off before sliding one across the counter to the man. They both drink in silence and when he speaks again, Cee listens, her fingers tightening around the plastic container she holds. 

“Sleepless nights will do you no good, Cee.” He leans closer and she uses the opportunity to stare at him, eyes moving over his face. He’s thinner now than he used to be, cheeks not as full and his clothes are hanging loosely off of his body, but he’s still Ezra, right down to the scruffiness of his beard and the warmth in his eyes. “I have no regrets about what happened that night. I would do it again without hesitation.” He reaches for her then, his hand closing over one of hers. “I made my decision, and I will live with it, but that doesn’t mean that you have to.” She understands what he means and there are days when she believes it, but they are few and far between - and this isn’t one of them. 

“Ezra, I…” Her chin drops, the girl taking a deep breath. “I need time. I just…” She sighs again and then looks back at him, eyes shining with tears. “I need to see you get better before I -” 

“You have all the time you need, little bird.” He squeezes her hand and then withdraws his, finally taking a long drink. “I’ll be right here for the foreseeable future, and you know that that means you’re welcome here, too.” She knows this. Cee knows that Ezra will look out for her for as long as is necessary, knows that she’s always got a place with him when she needs it - and that the same would be true even if Damon were still alive. “You should try to get some sleep. Turn off your alarm, put your headphones on and let your mind go adrift.”

“I need to be awake to -” He stops her with another shake of his head, hand flattening on the countertop.

“I can take care of myself, you know. I appreciate the help, but I am capable, Cee.” Ezra’s smile is genuine, the man sipping from the bottle of water again before he continues. “A little less capable than a few months ago, but still…” He looks down at the place right arm used to be and so does she, and then Cee is moving around the counter to stand next to him, her arms going around the man’s body, cheek landing against his chest. 

“I know, Ezra. But I…” He hugs her back, his one-armed embrace stronger than it was only a week or two earlier, and Cee dares to hope that it means he actually is getting better, even if it doesn’t seem like it all the time. “Alright.” She sighs, standing straight up again. “I’ll turn my alarm off and try to sleep in.” He smiles at her, the man stepping back and gesturing down the hall. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

He agrees, and after she grabs the blanket she heads back to her room, shutting the door and climbing into bed, the darkness comforting. She’s beginning to drift when she remembers that she’s supposed to turn her alarm off, and when Cee blindly grabs for her phone, she squints at the brightness of the screen. 

With some hesitation, she turns it off and then opens her main social media account, clearing the usual notifications. Maybe I should still… no. He said to sleep in. Just as she’s about to close the app, she notices that she has an unread message request. It’s not a new occurrence, and she is wary, but when she sees the account name, she vaguely recognizes it. 

When she clicks on it, she knows exactly who it is. 

And by the time she’s finished reading the message, she is intrigued, though she decides not to respond right away. Cee decides to take Ezra’s advice - and get as good a night of sleep as she can before deciding whether or not she wants to see the additional pictures and video. As she finally falls asleep, Cee hears Ezra’s voice in her head, and for once she agrees completely: she’s got all the time she needs.

—

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Now or Never (Kim Namjoon x GN!Reader)

Part 1 of The Dis-Ease Files.

Pairing: Surgeon!Namjoon x Surgeon!Reader

Genres: tooth-rotting fluff

AUs: Medical AU, Established Relationship AU

Word count: 1.2k

Tags/trigger warnings: mentions of blood and surgery, otherwise just cuteness and Trivia:Love being the most perfect song ever

Ratings: PG13

Summary: Move over McDreamy, Dr. Namswoon is on the scene; or, Namjoon takes a moment to make this one day the most special of your lives.

A/N: Happy birthday to the one, the only, my beloved Namjoon! I love this man so much, so I had to combine him being the most perfect and swoonworthy human along with one of the most romantic moments to air on network TV: MerDer’s Post-It wedding. Their vows to each other include a combination of MerDer’s vows from season 5 episode 24, Burke’s vows to Cristina in season 3 episode 25, and Trivia:Love lyrics to make the perfect heart-stopping combo. I wrote this while watching Grey’s in the car, all credits go to Shonda Rimes and Namjoon for being geniuses tho.

Banner was made by me (graphic design is my passion!) Crossposted to AO3 here.

The high pitched “ping” of your pager echoes through the empty break room. Letting out a groan, you sink to the floor. Would you ever be able to catch a break these days? Life as a surgeon seemed non-stop, limitless, and all-consuming. Every day brought on the thrill of exciting new cases and saving lives, but you found yourself missing those quiet moments that brought stability and security in your life. The moments that helped show you that you had a home and a life to go back to. Which is why today, of all days, was so important.

You hear the soft click of the door unlocking behind you as footsteps tap on the tile floor.

“Are you ready to go?” a deep voice asks. Turning around, you’re met with a sight for sore eyes: Namjoon in a perfectly pressed midnight blue suit and tie, hair gelled back, dimples popping as he greets you with a smile. He holds out your coat and outfit towards you.

You look towards him listlessly, sadness filling your eyes.

“I just got a page right now, that patient we saw before needs to go back into surgery,” you sigh, showing him the blinking red light.

“I know,” Namjoon reaches out a hand to rest on your slumped shoulders. “The CT showed a re-bleed. I’ll page Yoongi and ask him to take care of it.”

“Oh no, really? You should go back in and check then,” you respond, gently pushing him towards the door.

“I would, but then I have to go check in on Jungkook’s mother after she had that terrible fall. He says he doesn’t trust anyone but me to take care of her. Maybe we can both do that together and then go to city hall,” he explains softly.

“No,” you groan. “Because then we have the board meeting afterwards for the hospital. You know Taehyung is going to chew our heads off if we’re not there to protect him from the wrath of his parents and the entire board of trustees.”

Running through the various ways to tackle the situation at hand, you resign yourself to another chaotic day on the job.

“How about,” you respond, thoughts running at the speed of light, “we tell the nurses and the team to prep the patient, we’ll run to city hall and do it once we come back.”

“___,” Namjoon begins, but you press a finger to his lips to cut him off.

“There’s no time, Namjoon,” you shush. “We have to get moving. We’ll go to city hall, come back, you’ll check on Jungkook’s mom, I’ll go hype up Taehyung and tell him that he’s going to be the next head of pediatric surgery, no matter what his parents say, and then we’ll tackle the patient-“

“___,” Namjoon grips you by the shoulders. “We can always do this some other day.”

“There is no other day!” you yell exasperatedly, waving your hands in the air. “Every day is like this. I love you, and I do want to marry you today, but there is no time.”

Namjoon catches your wrist in the air, enclosing his large palm over your own. He takes a step towards you, bringing his other hand to rest on your cheek.

“___,” he says, his deep voice rumbling gently. “Can you find me a piece of paper?”

“Namjoon,” you groan, frustrated that he’s not taking this as seriously as you are. There’s no time for these antics, the two of you had countless surgeries and follow-ups waiting on your schedule. “For what?”

“We made a promise that we wanted to commit the rest of our lives to each other. To do that, we need to makes vows to each other. Marriage is a commitment, and it’s a contract. Who says we need to be somewhere specific to sign it together?”

You roll your eyes at how stark and serious he seems to be in this moment. This is far from even the modest city hall wedding the two of you had managed to squeeze into your busy schedules. Reaching into the pocket of your white coat, you rustle around the pens and highlighters and gum wrappers to find a stack of Post-It notes. The soft, happy glint in his eyes manages to bring a small smile to your face.

Namjoon lets out an exhausted groan as he slumps back into one of the plastic chairs, dragging you into his lap with him.

“Ok,” he breathes softly, taking the Post-Its from your hand. “Now let’s make our promises.”

Taking the pen from your pocket, your messy scrawl adorns the Post-It as you read aloud your words.

“Promise that we’ll always love each other, even when we hate each other. No running, no walking out on each other. That we’ll take care of each other, even if one of us becomes old and senile, and has to spend their life on a hospital bed.”

Namjoon’s eyes fill with tears as he listens to you speak the words aloud, smiling as you don’t even notice that your voice begins to crack when you make this covenant. Reaching out, he brushes the frizzy strands of hair that have fallen loose from your hairstyle out of your face.

“My turn,” he whispers, taking the pen from your hands, and turning over to a new Post-It as he hands you yours.

He quickly scrawls two words on the Post-It, the black Hangul lettering causing you to raise your eyebrows at what he could possibly mean.

“___,” he chokes out, eyes becoming misty. “You make I to an O, you make live to a love. In Korean, 사람 (saram) is the word for person, and 사랑 (sarang), is the word for love. You were the person that taught me how to love. I live so I can love you today, and every day we’ve had before, and every day we’ll have after. I’m a surgeon: I stitch bodies together and take them apart, I hold people’s heart in my hands. And today, I promise to give you my heart, and lay it in your palms. You’re my person.”

“This is forever,” he finishes, signing his name at the bottom the post it and holding it out to you.

“This is it then, huh?” you smile, scribbling your name next to his. “A wedding on a Post-It?”

“And now, I can kiss you,” Namjoon’s palms cup your jaw, leaning in as your lips meet, and pure euphoria floods your veins at the thought that this brilliant man is finally yours.

Namjoon lovingly sticks both Post-Its into your respective cubbies, just in time for the loud knocking on the door of the break room to cause the both of you to jolt.

“Namjoon! ___!” Yoongi’s gruff voice calls out. “Where have the two of you been?”

Namjoon creaks open the door, slipping on his white coat over his suit as he ushers you outside.

Yoongi’s face is stern, but his eyes sparkle with mirth at the discovery of catching you both alone in there.

Giving Yoongi a wink, Namjoon slips an arm around your waist and leads you away, making sure to turn back and tell his older colleague:

“That’s Dr. and Dr. Kim to you now, Dr. Min.”

A/N pt. 2: Happy birthday again to Namjoon - I'm so thankful for his existence and leadership in Bangtan everyday, he's absolutely wonderful. Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜