#just so tired of feeling bad her success isn't that great

[gurofushi]

go get 'em, zuko!

𝜗𝜚 prince zuko x fem! reader

summary; loser boy zuko catches himself having the hots for a rich young girl in ba sing se (with it, of course, being the result of uncle iroh's unwavering desire for his nephew to get some action)

warning(s); not proofread!

a/n; had fun w this one! both zuko and iroh have a special place in my heart ><

🦷 (apologies for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language^^)

“isn't she cute?”

“could you not call girls my age cute, uncle?” iroh laughs at zuko's disturbed expression after he had inquired about his tea shop's regular customer, his sentence coming out a bit wrong as he was attempting to pique his nephew's interest.

after their recent settlement in ba sing se, this had become the norm for iroh to try and set up his nephew with the girls that come into his tea shop. some he was successful in getting zuko out for a date, but so far, none had resulted with anything more than those first nights.

“we just moved into the upper ring, uncle. the girls in the lower ring and here act differently, they probably won't like a guy who looks like me.” he said, motioning to his messy hair and average clothes before he turns to point at the girl's neatly done hair and makeup as well as her beautiful dress. she definitely looked like a daughter of some rich or royal family here.

iroh smiles. he wasn't stupid. he could clearly see the way his nephew's eyes linger on the girl for a moment longer than he usually would other ladies. “i could always give you a haircut!” he says, wiggling his eyebrows as he picks up a nearby pair of scissors and waves it around.

“yeah, no thanks, uncle.”

zuko sighs, he quickly steals another glance at the girl's way before he rubs his tired eyes, momentarily giving himself some shut eye– if you could even call it that. he lets his own brain wander, drowning in his own thoughts as he starts to imagine what it would be like having a partner. what it would feel like to have a special somebody supporting and loving him always. well, he did have uncle iroh. but that's certainly not what he meant.

he shudders, his twisted mind painting a picture of him and iroh, both sitting on the fire kingdom throne. that would be perfectly normal, since it's what he has always wanted, but he grimaces cause all he could muster up was an image of his uncle in the fire kingdom's bridal clothi–

“excuse me?”

‘spirits!’

zuko jumps, blinking rapidly after he opens his eyes to see the same pretty girl, now standing in front of him. his heart thumps against his chest, unsure of how long he'd been zoning out, eyes flickering from the table you were previously on and the actual you who stood upon the cashier.

“sorry for startling you,” you smiled, laughing softly at his bewildered expression. zuko clears his throat, quickly going back to his usually nonchalant and cold demeanor as he starts to ring you up without another word. his actions only make you smile wider, though he couldn't see due to the fan that you held up to cover the lower half of your face.

“actually, i've already paid to your uncle over there.” your words make him stop in his tracks. his wide, confused eyes look back up to you, then to his uncle, who was whistling joyfully as he pretended to sweep the floor close by. he groans, running his fingers through his hair as he averts his attention back to you.

“o– oh, right. my bad,” he swallows a lump in his throat, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants. “so.. is there anything i can help you with, then?”

��actually, i wanted to ask if your free tonight?” and just like a deer in headlights, zuko freezes up again. “me? y– yeah i'm free.” his heart rate picks up again as he sees how your face lights up, a toothy grin plastering itself onto your face. he thought you looked exactly like a little kid who got their first polar bear dog. it was cute.

“great! i was wondering if you'd like to accompany me to see the city lights. of course, only if you want to.” zuko's eyes drift off to his uncle again, getting a bit irked at the way his uncle winks and does a little dance with two thumbs up.

‘this is definitely his doing.’

“ehem– i'd love to.” he responds, looking back to you with a smile, albeit a nervous one. “i'll see you there then,” you smile back, locking eyes with him for a few more seconds before you turn to leave.

as you disappear from his sight, iroh quickly rushes to the tea shop's doors to close them shut, indicating that they weren't accepting any more customers for the day. iroh turns to zuko, an annoying looking smile on his face as he approaches him in slow steps.

“now.. how's about that haircut?”

“no, uncle!”

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

Watched LSRF's documentary and I guess I have some thoughts and a headache I need to distract myself from.

Overall, the doc was nothing special. Episode 1 was ridiculous. They filmed LSRF like they were the Beatles - incredibly dramatic music and a classic, heavy documentary style for a two! year old group. Thankfully, they toned it down a lot for the other episodes. I thought the last episode would never end... It stopped being interesting after Kkura's amazing and relatable reflection about happiness. After a lot of tears, they tried to make the last episode more about their bond and great story, but it was boring. This "review" has no structure, so bear with me. Episode 2 was about Eunchae, Kazuha, and Yunjin, while episode 3 was about Sakura and Chaewon - except they spent 20 minutes on Sakura and 5 minutes on Chaewon... as if there was nothing worth showing about Chaewon since she isn't regularly criticized for anything. She had a bigger spotlight in episode 4 due to her small break from activities, which caused by something she couldn't control - a flu. Clearly if no one is crying or feeling unwell, why have them on screen?

The biggest goal of this doc was to make LSRF look sympathetic and show how much they suffer and how hard they work. It's what you see in every idol documentary, so there's nothing outstanding about it - no offense. What was very noticeable to me was that in the first LSRF doc their staff looked like assholes, while in this one they were endlessly understanding and encouraging. Obviously, this is also a publicity stunt for Source Music. While the doc made a good job of showing the highs and lows of the girls lives, it was often less about showing their true selves and more about addressing every single critique they get.

Watching all 5 parts, I don't understand why stans were so shocked on Reddit. Compassionate? Yes. Shocked? No. Anxiety, frustration, exhaustion, fame/a dream not living up to expectations, etc. are all famous people 101. It's always the same regardless if they're Western stars, idols, or athletes. Many aspects of these people's lives are crap, due to pressure, lack of privacy, lack of time for themselves, facing public judgment, expectations vs. reality, bad contracts, competitive and perfectionist personalities, etc. But the doc didn't show anything you couldn't have seen in a random Netflix special. Also, not being happy or knowing what happiness is is pretty common at their age.

I'm not saying this to be unsympathetic or because I didn't feel for them, but I don't care about them enough to cry about it, and kpop stans need a reality check. This doc didn't really show the dark side of kpop, as much as the dark side of fame and success.

I was a bit shocked by how often Sakura broke down in tears though. She's very insecure and unhappy with her performance. She's also a perfectionist. Eunchae was the same, but she's too young to be in this industry. Her panic attack was the most concerning incident, but the dance teacher said it sometimes happened when she struggled for breath? Does she suffer from panic attacks or asthma? I don't understand if she actually panicked or just had shortness of breath.

Most of my thoughts while watching the documentary were about how stupid Source Music is as well as the industry in general. It's all terrible inefficient. Working hard isn't enough to get good results. They debuted a minor Eunchae who can't sing well, struggles with confidence, and looks scared or empty on stage most of the time. They debuted Sakura who can't sing and doesn't seem to ever have learned the basics. They debuted Kazuha who barely had time to learn to dance or sing... If they can't do the basics, it doesn't matter how much they practice, especially when they are fatigued and have no time to focus on honing their skills. Kazuha improved a lot, but Sakura and Eunchae haven't as much. They also have to pull off these tiring choreos and practice all day but it doesn't help that they seem to be too weak. If the company insisted on them working out and bulking up a bit, surely their moves would have more power and their endurance would improve? But maybe they would be "less attractive". And why waste time and tire the girls out shooting Easy for VEVO 8 times when the differences between takes were probably minimal?? I never saw the members happy about dancing and performing. It was all about perfection and reaching greater heights, but where was the drive to make music, dance, and perform? I didn't see a lot if it - only some excitement for the tour (and Yunjin who loves writing music). It kind of reminds me of BTS, who genuinely love performing and music, but at some point the pressure took some of the fun out it. I'm not sure LSFR love performing as much, which makes happiness harder for them. No wonder they have to work so much on their facial expressions. Every idol does, but when you really love performing it's a lot more natural. Kpop is just stupid. You can fake less than stellar singing in the studio and less than stellar dancing in MVs, but when idols are performing live, you can't fake anything. Most of them have 0 stage presence, poor singing skills, and so-so dancing. Why give idols choreos where all they do is jump around and there's no room for the idols to sing and the fans to appreciate the choreo? I was watching EN's new MV and the choreo practice and performance videos, and I can't remember a second of it. Most of their choreos are them jumping around like mad men in a rotating move while making sexy facial expressions (except in the cute choreos where they make cute facial expressions). None of it is memorable, appealing, genuine, unique, or interesting to watch. If companies were smarter, they'd give groups dynamic choreos, with hard-hitting moves as well as softer ones, with moments for idols to sing and engage the audience, and they would let the idols show individuality instead of perfect, boring synchronization. They would also invest more in talent and training. This is why there is no next BTS, and why SKZ and Ateez are the most popular and impactful boy groups right now. I don't get why companies don't get this. But it's easy for me to say, obviously.

This is just a rant. Thanks if you read all of it.

[endorstoiii]

My wright #3 - I'm back

I know I've been very far from tumblr for a long time, but I had no idea my last appearance here was on Feb 20th. Long four months that, honestly, felt like just a few weeks.

I don't remember the exact reason why I got offline, but I suppose it was a huge amount of tasks (home + course), and add it tons and tons of exhaustion (mental, emotional and physical).

It's no surprise that my life only gets worse, and I'm not exaggerating or being dramatic or playing the victim. I really mean it. Also, I'm not being negative and pessimist. Nothing works for me. I am unemployed and I'm looking for a job for three years. Ok, we had a fucking pandemic in the middle of the process, but things are back to normal already and everyone I know had success after all of that. Except for me. Do you know how fucked up is it to be unemployed? It more than sucks. I only get older (and more tired) and it hinders to find a job. Not only "I am too old" to get a beginners job, but also I feel so uncapable, psicologically I am destroyed because no matter how hard I try to get my shit together, nothing works. I even get some job interviews, but I never step forward. I can't get a job as a designer. I can't get a job as anything else — I tried to get a job on many different areas, except for seller cause the pressure is way too much for me to handle (I am way too bad already, I can't get any worse or God knows what may happen) — I can't get any little ray of success at anything at all. Why? Is it me?

Honestly, I don't think I am the problem. Not anymore. I used to think I was terrible as a student, as a designer and then I would be a terrible professional as well. Plus, I am too shy and dumb, I wouldn't know what to do in much pressure, and job recruiters know that and would never approve me. But no. I know I am good in what I do. Obviously I'm not the best (and I think I don't even want to be, so that's ok), but I'm good and I deserve more. I am so attentious, cautios and passionate (finally! this would be a good topic to write about: my passion for design). And being shy and dumb? Like... Everyone is hah I know people who are even shyer and dumber, and they have a job, they do a great work. So, no. I am not the problem. So, the only answer I can think of is: external influence. I am the least spiritual person I know (another good topic to write about), but oh man, it's the only thing that makes any sense to me. I believe the horrendous, deep and negative energy of the enviroment I live in, unfortunately influences my paths. And not only to get a job, but to anything to me. For example, I can't have a date. I can't. My life is too bad, my psychologic is too bad, my emotional too bad. This is all because of this fucking shitty energy of the enviroment I live in.

Well, no surprises here. But yeah my life was a mess and got even worse. It gets worse with time. And as if everything isn't all fucked up already, my grandma (who is kinda still recovering from her knee fracture) fell of the stairs and broke her two wrists. Now, again, me and my mom have to take care of her — but this time we must keep our eyes on her all. the. time. Do you know how exhausting and demanding taking care of an old person can be??? I had no clue until last year when she broke her knee, now it's her knee and two arms. My God.

Just when I thought I was getting a bit better, I got totally worse again. But now I feel like I'm a little bit less shitty than I was a couple of months ago. Seriously, about two months ago I was so bad as I've never been my whole life :( I tried looking for psychological help but, uh oh, how will I afford it if I'm unemployed? I can't get better psychologically, I can't get better emotionally, I can't get better financially, I can't get better in any layer of life... However, these past weeks I felt a little motivation to just keep on going one day at a time, I miss tumblr and I miss my friends & mutuals, I miss doing those tagging post stuff. These are some of the things that bring me some joy :) despite feeling the worst ever, I want to be here and I want to keep on doing, cause if I don't, I will probbaly disassociate for real and I don't even know what's next.

This is probably the longest text post I've written here, but well deserved cause four months away from my safe place... It's a lot. I don't know how long this motivation phase will take, I hope it's like before. But while I'm here, I want to be here.

[dramas-and-more]

pluto - ep 1

i know i shouldn't try to watch too many ongoing dramas because i always end up dropping them BUT. i want to watch a gl so here we go <3

first of all. looking at the plot summary i did giggle a bit for very niche reasons, it reminds me of that danny gonzalez x chad chad collab video where they watched those tiktok animated "stories" and one of them was about a twin who went on a date in place of her twin who had broken her leg in an accident or something and the first twin fell in love with the second twin's date 😭😭

already can tell namtan is a great actress because she gives off insane masc vibes as oon but femme vibes as oom 😭 the way she carries herself is so different even when she's wearing "oom's" clothes

oon falling over every five seconds in oom's heels 😭

also damn may is rich.... i am interested in finding out what made oom choose the guy over may (probably homophobia right? ...right?)

omg was it may going blind ?!?! that's... not....

oon becoming smitten after 0.2 seconds of knowing may is very very very real very gay love-starved loser vibes

film's acting is amazing as well knowing she isn't blind irl

i have a terrible feeling i'm going to end up relating to aioon... a lot...

omg ciize hi ciize *blushes cutely* i think she gets to date kapook in this ?! HUGE if true ........... huge.......

omg wait this is also like not me... lmao why did my mind first go to a fucking danny gonzalez video and not a show gmmtv has already done before 😭 help

also i had thought this before but the line about may recognizing "oom" from the way she walks supports my theory that may 100% knows already that oon is not oom. i'm wondering what is going to happen AH this series has hooked me ok!!

omg it's a small detail but oon wearing her beloved sneakers to may's house this time instead of heels.... very interesting.... almost like she's subconsciously starting to show up as herself... or consciously...

i'm soo curious, the thoughts are bouncing around in my empty tin can brain—what is going on ?! can't wait to find out :]

really relate to the "tough/hardworking but gay girlfailure oldest daughter with successful younger twin" aspect of oon's character... and you can see how desperately she wants to be loved and to be someone's special person..... YEEEOWCH oon we're really in it now......

ok this show officially has hooked me. officially. i am in it. one episode and i'm in. this is a nice surprise considering how many thai gls have just not been for me in the past (looking at you gap and the loyal pin.... how are you melodramatic AND boring...... and affair... the melodrama is sooo tiring. not to say this show won't have melodrama, but i can tell it at least won't be stupid melodrama. i can also tell from the first ep that there's not going to be the annoying ass Possessive Top/"Clueless and Helpless" Bottom trope that causes misunderstanding after misunderstanding... at least not as bad as it was in affair or love mechanics).

i hate to even use the words top and bottom but in shows like affair and gap the 'positions' were so stereotypical it made me want to smash my laptop... least favorite ql tropes = misunderstanding/miscommunication, possessive "top," and clueless/helpless "bottom." SO annoying.

[joybreathingdragon]

Yesterday I talked about how doing something hard is good for one's mental health and in fact, when I need to feel good about myself, I intentionally do something hard because it feels good to work through the process and be successful.

Today I want to talk about the conjoined buddy of doing something hard...living to tell about it.

When you do something that truly is hard for you, there will be times when you are so tired and you want to quit. You wonder what you were thinking. You may even do some destructive self-talk about how stupid you are and how stupid this thing is. Quitting can look like the sane option, which is why folks think this is actually bad for your mental health, but it isn't.

Thinking about quitting is actually good mental health.

Thinking about quitting looks at the pain you are in and asks if it is reasonable for the goal you are trying to achieve.

Sometimes it isn't. Sometimes the sane thing is to quit. I will talk about that tomorrow.

But if you are going to do something really hard and not quit when you hit the wall that says you just can't do this anymore, you are going to need survival skills.

Here are some of the ways I protect my mental health when I am doing something hard.

I don't know what your hard thing is, but make it measurable so you can see progress. For me, I am walking every day. I have a chart where I write down my time and distance. My goal isn't to go further or faster right now. My whole goal is to walk.

Have a support group to cheer you on, even if that is your dog or cat. I am really cautious about who I share my goals with because I've had too many critical people in my life that got perverse pleasure from point out people's imperfections. I protect my mental health by not giving those folks a place to talk. Sometimes I share my goals with close friends, and sometimes I don't. Like right now, I haven't told folks about my walking every day, so I don't have human cheerleaders, but Semper is thrilled to see me every time I walk in that door, and I interpret her tippy tap dances, spins, and bouncing as her being proud of my diligence. She is a fantastic cheerleader.

Focus on how far you've moved, not how far you have to go. I tend to hit points where I am tired, look at how far I am from finishing, and feel pointless. I have to intentionally look at what I've accomplished in order not to become discouraged.

Be proud of yourself for what you accomplish. It really is okay to feel good about yourself. It is actually good for you to feel good about your accomplishments. There is a glorious little neurotransmitter in your brain called dopamine that is automatically released when you achieve a goal. That is what helps you face doing hard things again. it is what keeps you going sometimes, so achieving a goal should feel good, and being proud of your accomplishments isn't arrogance. Arrogance is when you think you are better than someone else. Not the same thing at all.

If you stumble, get back up and keep going, and, yes, you get to be proud of getting back up and keeping going. THAT is also a win because getting up is a hard thing. 

Get a journal or program or notebook and write down your achievements every day because there will be days when you are exhausted and only see how far you still have to go. This can help you refocus after you've had a chance to nap and eat. Write down what you are proud of, the progress you've made, how good it feels to know you can do hard things and succeed. I have a chart that keeps track of my walking, time and distance, and sometimes on particularly hard days when I am stiff and sore, I will write my time and distance and then write, "Great job, Jerri! I am so proud of you!"

By the way, saying positive things out loud actually increases the feel good. Hype yourself up. You've earned it.

Also, I have determined not to criticize myself when I am doing hard things and hit that place of pain or exhaustion. Instead, I have committed to saying positive things to myself. Things like, "I know you are tired, but you are bigger than the tired. I know your muscles hurt. That is because you are fierce enough to do what it takes to make them stronger. Head up. You are being strong and fierce. Keep that head up. I am so proud of your determination. I am so proud of you for not quitting. I am so proud of you for not taking shortcuts. You are doing a good job." Basically, anything I would tell one of my kids, a friend, or a life coaching client, I tell me. You know why? Because I have a right to hear them, and I am the one standing there with the voice to say them.

I also make sure I get enough sleep, which sometimes means strategic naps, and I eat well. Tired and physically weak athletes are easy targets.

And sometimes I pull out the secret weapon.

I have been an only parent for years, and being pretty capable, I have done a lot of DIY projects, some of which have been physically exhausting which made them mentally exhausting, too. One day I was doing something that wasn't working well and had required a ridiculous number of tries, and I was ready to throw tools through walls, and my son asked if he could help. I looked up at him from my slumped place on the floor and said, "Tell me I'm pretty and I'm doing a good job." He said, "You are BEAUTIFUL, and you are doing a GREAT job." Now when one of us are trying to accomplish something and are ready to scream or throw something, one of the others will slip in, "You are beautiful/handsome, and you are doing a great job." And it is amazing how that small thing can recharge the whole being instantly.

When you plan to do something hard, it's always good to have a strategy to get through those moments when you hate the project, you hate life, and you hate yourself. These are some of the things I do to keep myself mentally healthy doing hard things.

What are some of your "I hate this and wanna quit" survival skills?

[wandixx]

I like the idea of deified Batman, but I also thought 'hey, Wonder Woman is a demigoddess, she would be perfect for that!' I think Raven could also work but I don't feel like I know her enough to write her yet.

So I've written a story about sick and tired Danny doing emergency mentor summoning and ending up with Diana. I mean, she had at least two proteges and I haven't heard a thing about her being awful at that so she is probably more than fitting for the role.

So, yeah, just. Danny and Diana. I hope I haven't messed up characterisation too badly.

Feel free to point out my mistakes, English isn't my first language so I'm trying to convince myself it's actually educational and I'm not wasting my time instead of learning to ✨most important exam in my life✨

Anyways...

***********

Danny was having a week, one of the worst weeks of his life at that. Vlad was being a creep again, Sam and Tucke had no-talk days, Jazz was pestering him about his grades and emotions, his parents created new weapons, upping the security system, ghosts were coming around like it was going out of style and on top of that, sleep deprivation finally took the tool of his immune system and he caught a cold. He was exhausted, he had a fever and he didn’t even have enough time to cry over it. He was desperate. He needed help like a normal human needed air.

He needed a mentor.

Someone who could teach him how to use his powers better, how to deescalate conflicts (this would be useful to him both as Phantom and Fenton), how to balance hero and civilian life, how to improve his PR, how to keep civilians safe during his fights, how to lower property damage, how to patch himself up…

Yeah, he needed one heck of a competent hero.

Good thing Ghost Zone was big and he recently borrowed an occult book from Sam. There had��to be at least one ghost out there that could help him. His luck couldn’t be this bad. He just had to draw a good circle and think of the right offering. Would it be blood? He kind of didn’t want to deal with someone who required blood. But what else he had? Oh, right, Mom made a fudge earlier that day, there still has to be some left. Mom’s fudge was great, it should be enough. He just had to snatch it from the kitchen without getting too injured. Easy enough.

He returned from a successful hunt with half a batch of fudge, a knife, a few plates, and little nicks on his cheek and arm. He put it all down on the floor next to his bed. He opened the book, which was big enough to be used in self-defense, searching for a chapter about tools. He covered himself in the thickest blanket he owned. God, why was his room so cold?

He almost fell asleep three times while reading and even his energy drink had trouble keeping him awake. But he understood enough. Chalk was often used to make summoning but it wasn’t necessary. A tool used to write had to be infused with magic, whatever that meant and chalk was easiest. There was even contact info for the guy who had been selling this stuff. Danny just hoped that the ecto-contamination of his house infused itself with his pens enough for it to count. Shiver went down his spine s he fixed his blanket. He would kill for something warm to drink but he wasn’t willing to face the kitchen again. He considered wrapping himself in a comforter but chose against it. It would restrain his movement too much and he would like to not fall asleep before he finished. It would be really awkward to explain to his parents what he even tried to do if they found him like that.

Never mind, let’s get down to business. If it worked and if making a deal didn’t take too long, he could even catch four hours of sleep and that’s a treat. So with all the enthusiasm he could muster, he tore a page from the middle of his notebook and drew basic circle as accurately as he could manage. There a little problem appeared. He had to personalize his summoning but he didn’t have an exact person on mind, so it wasn’t like he could just slap their name and some titles on top. Thank god, Sam’s book came with a little rune dictionary and it seemed like his ghost side instinctually knew some of this stuff. He could make it.

He opened his pen and immediately wrote two symbols.

Hero. Mentor.

He bit the end of his marker. What else should he put?

Reliable. Kind. Patient. Safety. No harm from summoner and sumonee. Warrior. Diplomat…

Quite some time and over two dozen runes later by leaned back with a satisfied smile. This should be good enough. He really couldn’t think of another loophole he should look out for.

He put paper that was almost more blue than white on the floor next to fudge and rolled to get candles he borrowed from Jazz (without her knowledge but he planned to give it back) with matches. He didn’t trust any lighter in his house.

From there, it took only a few moments to set everything up. He started chanting, hoping against hope that this would work. However, it seemed to do work. When glow arose, he had passing thought that he should stand up and drop the blanket so he didn’t look pathetic, but choose against it after almost eating shit during the first try. Maybe his ghostly mentor would be more willing to guide him if he looked as miserable as he felt. It didn’t matter. The shine of the circle dimed, the figure of a high, muscled woman becoming clearer in a poorly lit room.

Danny was glad he was sitting because he wasn’t sure he could keep himself from scrambling and falling if he was up.

In the middle of his little, messy room, in all her Amazon warrior glory stood Wonder Woman.

*~*~*~*

Diana had quite honestly great week. There were no world-ending threats, villains in her city were quiet (which was suspicious but she liked her off time and wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the teeth), tasks at her civilian work were going smoothly and other members of the Justice League also didn’t have big problems, so their bi-weekly, mandatory meeting quickly devolved into a gossip session. It was so calm that even Bruce let himself be dragged into more unofficial conversation and shared a story of his kids’ most recent shenanigans.

Probably that’s the reason why the sudden hit of nausea and blurring vision caught her so off guard. Then world faded for no longer that single beat of heart. One moment, she was laughing at Clark’s parental struggles, sitting in a brightly lit, spacious room of Watchtower and next she was standing in a quiet, dark space in an unknown location. In front of her was a window, through which street lamps shone. There were other, less stable sources of light, which she quickly recognized as candles. As her eyes got used to darkness she was able to make out the shapes of things around her. It looked… innocent. Like a civilian bedroom. It took her way longer than she was willing to admit to realize that the shapeless bundle in front of her was a teenage boy covered in blanked, looking at her up and down with wide, glowing green eyes.

She shifted her weight and moved her head to let some of her hair fall on her face. She raised her hand to fix it, discretely turning on comm in the meantime.

The boy winced at that, pulled out of the shocked haze that just got him. He tried and failed to get up, twisted in the folds of his blanket. He tried again, this time slower and succeeding. He was short. No more than 5 feet 6 inches if she was guessing correctly.

“It’s not a kidnapping!” he whisper-yelled which was a concerning thing to say but was also relieving. The boy seemed honest and even more shocked at her appearance in his room than she was. It was promising.

“Alright, young man. Let’s say I believe you. Can you tell me where are we?” she asked with calm confidence. She shifted again to lower her face closer to the boy’s eye level.

“FentonWorks, Amity Park, Illinois, United States. First floor” he stated, voice hoarse. He moved under his blanket. Good thing he wanted to cooperate at least “I’m so sorry Miss Wonder Woman, ma’am. I didn’t know this could work on living people too. I’ll send you back, just give me a moment to find the right rune” he added, already picking big, old looking book from the floor. He sat back at an unmade bed, muttering something.

She could work with that.

However the comment about ‘living people’ was a little concerning. But first, she needed better light to asses her situation accurately.

“It’ll be easier with the light turned on” she proposed with a gentle smile. Boy raised his head to look at her with a slow, blank blink. Only after a moment, realization dawned on his face.

“Right sorry, sorry” he muttered, stumbling on his feet.

“We confirmed your location. He was right. We’re sending help. Give it ten minutes.” Bruce announced over the comm.

She tapped her bracelet once to let her teammates know she heard them but couldn’t talk and then did the same thing three times in rapid succession. She squinted her eyes when the boy turned on a lamp.

“What do you mean ‘no’?!” Bruce sounded exasperated. She ignored him instead looking around the messy room she was in and the boy who managed to summon her. He didn’t look well.

“Tell me, could you hold on to my lasso for the rest of our talk?” Of course, she could bind him with it without his consent but it always made things easier. Additionally, she had no idea what he was capable of. She better play it safe until she had a better grasp on the situation.

Boy was clearly hesitant (understandably so if he knew what her weapon did) but with a sigh far wearier than a person his age should manage, he outstretched his hand waiting for Golden Perfect.

“I dragged you all the way here, it’s only fair” He admitted still quiet, grabbing lasso before picking his book back up. He seemed adamant about getting her back.

"What is your name, young sorcerer?"

“Daniel Jack Fenton. Please call me Danny. I’m really not a sorcerer this is my first time summoning someone and I probably won’t do it again. I’m sorry for getting you here I really didn’t want it to happen” newly named Danny almost pleaded. Now that she could see him properly, she realized that he looked sickly. He was pale like dead other than an ill blush that graced his cheek accompanied by a bleeding cut, bugs under his (now mundanely blue), bloodshot, glazed, unfocused eyes were so dark they almost seemed to be bruised. He was shivering under his thick blanket despite how warm his room was even without it. He should be in bed with a warm drink, not summoning unknown entities. Diana was suddenly very glad she got dragged instead of something possibly hostile boy wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Thank you, Danny. I’m not mad at you, it’s clear you didn’t want me to get here in the first place. But you don’t look too good, how do you feel?”

She heard her teammates stop planning for a moment.

Boy for his part, looked at her absolutely baffled. His shock grew even stronger when he answered “Bad” against his will. He covered his mouth with wide eyes, lasso still twisted around his left palm.

She wanted to press a little more but she wasn’t Batman. She understood when interrogation was a bad idea.

“Alright. Why don’t you put your book down and go to rest then? My friends can be here in a few minutes.”

Boy stared at space vaguely around her head, clearly considering pros and cons, tempted to take her offer. However before he could answer, mist left his mouth in a way that was normally impossible in such warm room. Danny jumped on his feet, dropping his blanket in the process, ready to fight. His feet were too far from each other, raised hands positioned in a way that left his almost entire torso unprotected. His whole pose screamed lack of proper training. Diana tensed and readied herself too, promising herself to teach Danny some proper combat after everything was settled and he healed.

“Do you know what we will face?” she whispered but before she was answered sound of high high-powered laser gun erupted from the room under them and no longer than a blink later, at least a 7-foot-tall robot with a mohawk phased through ground.

“Skulker” Danny sighed “Can we do it another time? I’m kinda busy” he tried to quip, still quiet, vaguely gesturing towards her. She doubted that whoever it was would care that by was busy if they attacked him so sick and exhausted. On the other hand, her presence could be enough of a threat to make the assailant go away. Naïve, but she could understand this line of thought. She put her hand on her sword, trying to look both imposing and non-provocative.

The robot laughed in a surprisingly organic way. Danny prepared to jump.

“You’ll not trick me like that, Phantom!” the robot announced loud like a cannon “I, Skulker, the Greatest Hunter in the entire Ghost Zone will have your pelt in my lair. Today days of your running come to an end.”

That sounded really, really bad. League was aware of the existence of a hero called Phantom and was meaning to reach out but because he was amazingly effective but showed no interest in things outside of his city, it wasn’t too high on their list of priorities. However now, it turned out that said hero was fourteen years old, clearly an overwhelmed kid doing his best.

“What a shameful being you are to attack a child at a time like that.” Skulker looked at her with a studious gaze.

“Amazon. Your bunch is such a rare sight. Not as rare as halfa but-”

“LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!” Danny screeched, talking the robot to the ground. Soon boy was thrown to the wall, not letting as much as a whimper at the impact. Even more, he tried to get up and continue fighting like all heroes tended to do. Hunter flew towards him with a low chuckle. Gods help her, she was not going to let him touch this child ever again.

She beat Skulker and tied him up before Danny managed to stand back up. It was nice to see pure awe in his eyes when he looked at his tied up rogue. It took even less time to trap this monster in one of the containment devices boy had lying around. She couldn’t get over its resemblance to an actual thermos, especially after the young hero used words–  

“Soup time”

As a catchphrase.

"Sorry, I'm usually better than that."

Obviously, he was sick and exhausted. 

"You did as well as you could"

There was the sound of footsteps on the other side of the door.

“Danny, honey, are you alright? I heard those ghost scums again, don’t worry Mom’ll be there in a second” the middle-aged woman said, getting closer. Diana looked around for a potential hiding spot. Neither she nor Danny (probably) wanted to explain her presence there.

“Sorry Mom, I was watching one of older fights and my headphones unplugged. I didn’t know it would wake you up, sorry”

“It’s alright sweetheart. Don’t stay up for too long, you have school tomorrow and tell us if you find anything on ghosts” Mrs. Fenton answered with a soft, motherly tone. If Danny wasn’t clearly too sick to function, it would be picture perfect family moment.” Especially on this Phantom scum, we need to get rid of him soon, people are starting to believe his manipulations” addition oozed with hatred, successfully destroying last bits of illusion. Diana almost winced. Danny didn’t suppress this instinct.

“It wasn’t Phantom’s”

“Alright. Good night Danny.”

“ ‘Night Mom”

As soon as they heard the door to presumably a woman’s bedroom closing, the boy turned to her with wide eyes.

“They don’t know and they are ghost hunters.”

Phantom was often called a ghost. Oh.

It just kept getting worse.

“They are a good parents and love both of their kids. I’m sure they’ll accept me I’m just not ready to have this talk.”

Diana nodded silently. She really didn’t know how to go about it, especially since she just saw that his parents weren’t really as good as he thought they were. Though it was nice that they weren’t bad enough to kill his hope for acceptance.

Only then did her eyes land on a paper sheet more ink blue than white that got her summoned. She got it from the ground and started reading. Her skills in this matter were a little rusted but she had spent far too much time learning this to ever forget. Her eyes widened just the slightest bit when she deciphered the two biggest symbols.

“You tried to summon help. A mentor” she whispered. It wasn’t really a question but Danny nodded anyway, eyes locked on the floor. All of a sudden, he looked embarrassed.

“I honestly hoped I’d just have to strike a deal with a heroic ghost, sorry it got you instead.”

Diana smiled.

“How about we meet next week when you’re healthier and well-rested and you tell me what help you need?”

Short DPXDC Prompts #926

There’s so many “Batfam/Justice League summons Danny” ideas out there. What if it was the other way around? Danny, desperate for a mentor and wisdom in defending his small town, summons a Being of Justice to help teach him how to be a vigilante.

[umbane]

she looks upon kayn's face plastered to posters and billboards across the city and presses her lips together in a thin frown as a chilling ache creeps into her chest. for years, morgana has dreamed of ways to rebuild a bridge long since burned under a deluge of gasoline and undying flames that, perhaps for a moment, waned but never ceased. so many unhealed wounds that haven't yet had a chance to scab over into fading scars... just when does it end?

morgana realizes she never trade numbers with kayn again, and a part of her withers and wilts until she remembers the one saving grace: instagram. it took a moment, but she finally found his profile. she battled with herself for the entire ride back to her home, tapping away message after message only to delete everything all over again. she stumbled into her home and collapsed on the sofa, sighing dejectedly before giving in to the final draft.

Kayn. I mean it. I really hate the way we left things. I tried reaching out, over and over, but you must've blocked my number, or something. Whatever. That's neither here nor there anymore. Come over so we can talk. Just us. No crazy party, none of the guys. Just you and me.

she wants all of them to bury the hatchet, but she doesn't want to risk arguments and screaming matches if the entirety of eclipse showed up. she isn't risking it. not now.

HEARTSTEEL is big. More than big, it's everywhere. All their names in one place made a bigger splash (in his opinion) than True Damage ever could, even with Akali in their ranks. It's as exhilarating as it is terrifying, because Kayn knows what it feels like to fall from great heights, and he's never been to a height like this before.

And on his heels, always, always, always, is the fear of failure. The monsters of his past. The memory of them.

He remembers this excitement from ECLIPSE. He remembers when they started getting big, when they sold out for the first time, when it felt like it was all finally coming together.

And he remembers how it felt to lose all that, too. That's the part that makes him scared to grab his success, lest it burn him again.

Kayn's notifications have always been full, ever since he swore not to look at them any more after waking up on Zed's couch with the worst hangover in his life, too many hours after spiralling down through the messages and comments on his account — he's toxic, he's washed up, his music was never that good anyway, ECLIPSE is better off without him — it was all too damn much.

But he's started again recently, and it's not all bad. The haters get lost between the diehards — I KNEW Kayn would make a comeback soon — and new fans — tell me how i just learned about him TODAY? — so they don't sting so much.

Until they do.

Her name appears on his screen and Kayn stops his scrolling, black-painted thumb hovering midair as his chest squeezes, tight with anxiety he thought he killed off years ago. He sees the preview — Kayn, I mean it. I really hate ... — and all he can think of is all the things she must hate — his behaviour, his success, him. But he touches the message anyways, opens it up, reads it once, then again.

It does nothing to help his fucking anxiety.

Why does Morgana want to talk, after all this time? What could they possibly have to say to each other that hasn't been screamed across the room already? That hasn't been spat out in the times they've encountered each other since then? That hasn't been posted online before Kayn deleted every sign he ever lived?

He types out something angry — it starts out with WHY? and spirals out of control before he deletes it all. He takes a walk and leaves his phone behind, spinning his tires on all the things he wants to say, all the ways their conversation could go. He comes home. He has a shot of vodka — just one — and a smoke, then settles on the shortest message he can, giving himself no runway to lose control again.

WHEN?

[iceddecafcaramel]

02/22/2024

I'm confused because I've never been in this situation before - a situation where I know why someone isn't "the one" for me and that I definitely know I should end things. But when and how? When is the right time to end things with someone that things are going okay with? I always thought that if I gave my relationships a chance and worked hard to make them successful, it would. But it never has. And I need to learn that lesson soon.

It's crazy how I used to never see a flaw in him. But ever since that car ride, I've started to see them more and more. The way he had the audacity to lecture me about drunk driving when he put my life in danger when he had road rage while I was in his car. The way he wants to shove all the sad or heavy emotions under the rug and pretend everything is all good. The way he wants to live a delusional life. The way he called her a 9 right after he called me an 8. The way he got offended because he was embarrassed because of me pointing out that his joke didn't make any sense. The way he procrastinates so much and is so forgiving and makes excuses for himself. The way he can't bring up hard conversations. The way he is so privileged because everything was handed to him on a silver platter.

I am better than this. I deserve so much more. This is a pebble in my shoe. But I still know that if I end things, one of these days, I'm going to be sad again and have all the "what if" thoughts. What if he doesn't suffer more than me in the breakup? What if he finds someone better? What if I can't get over him? But I know I'm just delaying the inevitable. I just wish that these things didn't hurt as bad but they always do. I think it's because I care about others so much. But if this happened to my friend, I would have made them end things by now. No matter how compatible we are in sex. No matter how much holding hands with someone feels good.

I also think I'm scared to be alone. When he was overseas, all I wanted was to download a dating app and start finding someone new. I want to be in love. I deserve it too, but am I only rushing because I don't want to be alone?

I just want someone who reciprocates my feelings for them to me. Someone I can giggle with and laugh til I snort all the time. Someone who will hold me and support me at my worst. Someone who will look at me like nothing else in the world matters. Someone who will put me first and not doubt their feelings for me. I hope my reader was right and that I find a great person in April. I'm so tired of trying to make things work with people who don't deserve it.

[darkpoisonouslove]

Okay, I rewatched the whole show because, let's be honest, it's short as hell but it's also THAT good.

I had definitely forgotten some stuff, especially from season 2, which I'd only watched once. It was cool watching when you already know Fiona is Simon Says because it allows you to see all of the little clues that you didn't notice the first time around. (This isn't exactly that but I noticed Jake told her "See you on the other side" at the Halloween party right before he got killed, which is exactly what Simon said to him before Jake let him die. That was certainly a choice by the writers.)

I take it back about Bronwyn overreacting. She wasn't overreacting. What Maeve did was pretty bad. She might have saved them from jail but she sure almost got them all killed. And the fact that Cooper's ability to play baseball may be affected... He was never super interesting to me because I don't care about baseball and that was one of his big things but I would have really liked to see how that plot line would have developed. This really made me feel for him and I wanted to see him get back to the thing he loved. Not to mention that his family is financially dependent on his success. If he was unable to continue playing, they might have had to leave Bayview and the friend group would have been broken up (along with my heart 😭).

But back to Bronwyn and Maeve, I do definitely stand behind what I said about them trying to force their own PoV on the other. As the older sibling, Bronwyn is definitely trying to make decisions for Maeve without consulting her and I can see how Maeve can get sick of it. She is right that she's helped them a lot and saved them but that need to be acknowledged kinda drove her too far. She decided to override them all and do things her own way and almost got them killed. I get that she was frustrated with how they weren't seeing she was right about the holes in their plan but sometimes you have to let people make their own mistakes or you do end up being the bad guy.

However, the show is really clever by absolutely making you feel for Maeve and even agree with her on some level because it wasn't just about them going to jail. Fiona herself said it - them going to jail wouldn't end the game. She would have still been around and could have hurt other people. So Maeve was right in wanting to do something, just not about the way she did it. But then again, they didn't really give her another choice. It was certainly a very complicated situation, which just speaks volumes about how good the show is!

The way that they've identified the empty spaces in the original story where they can add more details to spin more plot lines is amazing! Like I said, I don't think in the book there was anything about Jake lying about where he's been during the summer (though I certainly might be wrong) while in the show they've added so much there and managed to completely recontextualize the first season without ruining any of it. If anything, they made it better because they explained how Jake was able to hack Simon's app and now it makes even more sense! Not only that but they have included Vanessa in the thematic arc about overcoming the crushing blow to one's self-esteem that is everyone expecting the worst of you and thinking you're a failure/shallow and only what they can see on the surface. The writers really did their homework and the end result is great!

Speaking of, I definitely think that Jake was just using Fiona. He was certainly pretending during every moment that we saw of them outside rehab. Dancing in the bathroom almost looked real but then you remember that he was pretending he didn't know about Addy cheating on him for weeks and all the acting he did about everything that happened with Simon. He was very good at manipulating people. The reason why he told her his secret was probably what you said - he wanted to tell someone. He was probably tired of the pressure of keeping it because Cole seems so determined to keep it. Jake might have just wanted to rebel against that and Fiona still paid the price for it because I'm pretty sure it was Cole that killed her.

I didn't know there is a third book (which is kinda understandable since it's pretty new). I now have to go to the bookstore and acquire it! But first, I have to step up my reading game and reread the first book and then actually read the second. I'm surprised to hear about Jake's secret being in it but it's possible that the author included it when the show got cancelled in order to cover the fans (which would be a really nice thing of her to do). I'm definitely looking forward to reading that when I make my way to the third book!

Btw I realized I never answered your question about which season of the show I preferred. Maybe it slipped my mind because I couldn't decide but now that I've watched them both again, I think I have to go with the second. The first is pretty good too but there are things from the book that I wish they wouldn't have changed. I mean, overall, I still prefer the show but I feel like Bronwyn and Nate's relationship suffered a little in it and it was my favorite thing about the book (and you know, I'm still a bit salty about Addy's sister not being in it). But that's not the reason why I prefer the second season.

I like it more because Murder Club are genuinely friends in it. In the first season they are mostly forced together by the circumstances and while individual relationships between certain characters develop, they aren't really a friend group. Meanwhile, in the second season they absolutely are there for each other and I love it! My favorite episode has got to be the Christmas one because they get to spend some time together and just be friends and I love it! That and the council gathering in Bronwyn's vacation house, which is totally polar but I love the way they all come together to solve the problem.

So yeah, my biggest insight has been that "great show is really great", I guess. XD

Ooh, you watched One of Us Is Lying! I love that show! I read the book last year and I thought it was pretty good but then I watched the show and while I don't like some of the changes they made, I think the show is actually much, much better! It treats all the characters as people, not just our 4 main characters. It was definitely a big surprise and I'm glad to see you've enjoyed it too!

Yes!! Just finished it last week after watching it over a few months! I wasn't expecting to enjoy it half as much as I did, but the mystery each season really kept me on my toes! It was so hard to keep from binging it. Definitely gonna check the book series out! Do you know if the book series continues from the shows s2 cliffhanger? That finale was incredible, but the cliffhanger to finding out it was cancelled!! It's a shame the characters aren't as fleshed out in the books. I loved how the show got me to like characters I initially didn't. I'll probably have to mix book canon with tv show canon where possible.

I'm glad you enjoyed it! I gotta know, who were your favourite characters/ships and what were your favourite parts? Did you guess the murderer in s1 and/or in s2?

[the-blind-geisha]

Oof, I was gonna vent, but neh. I don’t want to give that person the satisfaction of it.

All I can say is: I’m here in this fandom to stay. I’m sorry that enrages you as you continue to compare your success to mine, but you need to get over it. I say these things because--believe it or not--by gods above, do I feel sorry for you. However, as everyone has told me, I shouldn’t feel bad for my success just because of how you act. 

So here’s some hot tips for you:

My advice(s) to you:

Stop checking the latest stories tabs on AO3. You’re only doing it to throw kudos around and comments in hopes of getting readers on your fic. If checking the latest new Overlord stuff really upsets you because you see one of my many fics there, then stop. You see my comments/ kudos/ ect and this frustrates you. I know it does given how I see you act when I update that fic. This is the healthiest thing you can do. Just sub to peoples’ stories and move on.

Instead of using your dummies to build yourself up, you could focus on bettering your writing. I’ve had a few people tell me that about you, and I have to agree this is the way. You’ve been writing for 10 years? Cool. I’ve been writing for double that. I’ve been writing since 1993, and I wrote nearly every day of my life. It’s like art--you have to work constantly at it. I religiously got into hopeless fanfic writing when I was in elementary school and kept going with it ever since pre-internet days. I only had random students in my classes and my friends ask to read my stuff. (This is comic stuff I’d do but.. the idea is the same. lol)

Just write. You don’t even have to post it to gain some sort of agreement from the outside world ‘you’re doing good’. Just write for you. Don’t write in hopes someone beyond yourself will like it. Take a chance and run with it.

Take a break. Step away from fanfiction writing and do something else. Draw more. Play games. Watch streams or something. Whatever. Hell, I never expected people would like my writing. I always wanted people to like my art more, but that got turned upside down on its head the more I wrote fanfics. People just love my writings more or my comics, because again--I’m telling a story with my works. You cannot control what the outside world is going to like more from you. Take chances. Run with it.

Understand that your friends aren’t going to love everything you make. I even have some that refuse to read Devil’s Contract because of the rape and abuse in it. This is more than understandable. I value their health over my views. I can only assume this side of you is dead and buried, but in case it’s not: know your friends have tastes. They’re not going to magically support you just because you’re friends now. Let them just support you from a distance if something isn’t to their liking. They shouldn’t have to comment on every update you make. They have lives and boundaries.

Your magnum opus isn’t going to be just so. You need to keep writing just to make things better. Your story that you think is the best--trust me--it’ll be a cringe fest when you look back on it in a few years. I have so many fics that I thought ‘this is amazing, and I cannot outdo myself’.... and then 2 years later, I look back and go ‘oh gods’...

Take advice from your friends you admire. They’re there to help you. And, trust me, they want to help you.

Hope these little tips help you get over this slump where you continue to compare yourself to me. =/ I see you doing it. You need to stop. You can get better at this. You just need tough as fuck love, and I feel I’m the only one who is brave enough to give it to you.

[my-mt-heart]

Hi! First time writing you. First of all, I'm not English native so sorry if there are mistakes.

Secondly, thanks a lot for all your work in the Crayl fandom and specially with what happened with the spinoff. Your opinions as a fan but also as someone who works in the bussiness are really insightful and have helped me to understand what's happened.

I'm writing because I've just found out about the Richonne spinoff. I don't know if you have talked about it, but do you think it's happening because the Caryl spinoff isn't. I haven't looked into the news but it seems like AMC is trying to save the franchise. From what I've heard Andrew Lincoln was doing the films and then he was done with the TWD universe.

Don't get me wrong. I'm really happy about the Richonne fans. I hope the show is a success, but I don't know. I don't have a good feeling about it.

I also read in several of your replies that there's some anger towards Angela Kang because she sunk the Caryl ship?? I personally think AK did a great job developing Carol and Daryl's character as well as their common arc. Sometimes you have to "destroy" something to make it better. I think that if they (whoever they are) had let her, S11 would have been much much better than what we were given (and the spinoff would have been a reality).

But what I really want is that MMB gets something great about all this. I have the feeling that she's being "ignored" and everything is about the characters/actors who get to be in the spinoff. And she's so gracious, so polite by taking a step aside that it breaks my heart.

TWD is probably one of my favourite shows of all time but I have to admit that it's had its ups and downs. But Carol as a character... wow. Without any doubt, the BEST character development that I've ever seen. Simply flawless.

That's it. Well, as I said at the beginning thanks a lot for your work and for allowing us to have a voice here. Take care!

Hi there :) I think the Richonne spinoff helps AMC re-anchor the franchise since the Caryl spinoff turned into some cheap version of the Caryl spinoff and then turned into an even cheaper version when it became... (@pob61 please comment with a title, I'm too tired to be funny). I'm happy Andy and Danai get to continue their story. If I had to guess, I'd say the bad feeling you're having comes from your familiarity with Gimple’s style. This was also one of my reservations with (@pob61 please and thank you). Even with Zabel showrunning, Gimple would've been pulling the strings and we saw what he did to Daryl in S7 and S8. He doesn’t give him nearly as much consideration as he does Rick. 

I think some Carylers didn't care for the ship baiting or Leah's arc. Don't get me wrong, I didn't either. If you've been reading my blog for a long time, you probably know I had *a lot* to say about the Leah arc. But like you said, I think it would've paid off if Angela was able to carry out her vision the way she wanted to instead of being forced to hide her intentions in the finer details of an otherwise chaotic S11. My favorite thing about Angela is how well she crafts the emotional journeys for the characters, especially Daryl and Carol. S10 put their relationship under the microscope for the first time, and what I saw was beautiful. Angst can be good, but you need to feel relief by the end. 

Couldn't agree more about Melissa. Her fans have been starved all season and it is *rough* knowing everybody else was given a spinoff while hers was taken away. Ironic because like you said, Carol is so important to the story. She breaks my heart, but at the same time inspires me to be more than everybody expects me to be. She's always been my favorite character on television, and I truly can't imagine anybody else taking her place.

[stcveskent]

never letting go ; chris evans

warnings : smut and fluff <3 minors dni

and also its my first smut on tumblr so im scared

pairings: chris evans x reader

requested on wattpad

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it started with a small argument. Ever since he started working with one of this lady, Kiara. he kept on talking about her, and told his mother about her and praised her a lot of times.

You ignored it a few times, but then you noticed how long he'd talk to her on calls, and you had that bit if suspicion that he isn't interested in you after you two got married and he was cheating on you with her.

The ASP programme was a success, for which all of them decided to have a stress reliving get together and obviously, chris agrees and also takes you out with him, as his plus one.

Chris again, started talking to her, and they were really close, so by sitting and looking at them talking, you felt jealous, and you sighed turning to go get a drink, to which he didn't even notice it.

Mark Kassen, one of Chris's friends, and also yours after you've seen him a million times at your place and on many gatherings.

"Hey!" He spoke, and you turned to him, a smile on yoir face as you greeted him.

"Mark! Hey!" You said and he smiled nodding.

"Its been long y/n, damn! Chris is a lucky man." He complimented, making you blush and giggle.

"Thank you, and you look great." You complimented him, and he nods. You and him indulge into a conversation and all of your attention which was on chris a while ago, has turned to him.

Two-three drinks later, Yours and his laughs, were loud, and you both didn't care, you were enjoying his company, because its really been that long since you laughed. Chris was always busy, and he always had time for Kiara, but when it comes to you, he brings some excuses.

"Oh god! Its been so long since i've laughed that bad." You spoke, still laughing.

"I know i am funny, you didn't had to compliment me all the time." He spoke and you rolled your eyes. The only thing you didn't notice that as soon as you started to smile and laugh next to Mark, Chris started to notice.

All his attention which was on Kiara, has turned to you. He noticed how you dressed, it was similar to the times when you dressed for him in the newly married days.

"So you looked upset when i came here? Is everything okay?"

"was that really that evident?"

"People say i am very great at reading people's face and thoughts, so guess for me, yea." He says and you giggle.

"As a friend i'd love to hear you, it makes you feel less heavy."

A sigh left your mouth, and he brought you a drink, and you looked up to him.

"Thank you, so, for the past couple of days, i mean weeks, i-i feel like Chris and I, weren't meant to be, i feel like the love between us is one sided, and he really doesn't love me anymore." You said your head down, and you spoke your thoughts out, it really did make you feel light

"I would be lying if i agreed to you, Y/n, he loves you so much, sometimes when you called him between meetings, he would have a smile on his face, so bright that everyone near him knows, that its your call, and when he hears your voice before any meetings, he really says everyone, that my girl really knows how to make me feel better, trust me Y/n! he loves you." He says, keeping a hand in yours, Chris noticed it and came towards both of you.

"Thank you, this really made me bette—"

"Hey! Mark." Chris says hugging him and then stands next to you

"Y/n?" Chris called

"Yes?" You asked and looked at he looks at you.

"can we leave?" He asks as he slides his hand on your waist, and put his head on your neck.

"See, i told you!" Mark says and you giggled

"It was nice to talk to you, I think we'll leave, he's tired." You said and he nods.

"I had alot of fun talking to you, see you soon!" He said and hugged you, and after your goodbyes, you two walked out, his hand on your waist.

As both of you sat down in his car, you notice how angry he looked, which honestly turned you on. He started to drive, your eyes on your side of the window.

"you won't speak?" you asked

"About what?"

"about why you look mad."

"you should ask that question to yourself."

"Well what did i do? Care to enlighten me?" That, that's where the point you started getting mad.

"y/n, you're pushing your luck!" He warned, parking his car near yours and his house. You both got out of the car, and you walked your way inside as you unlocked it

"i am pushing my luck?!" You asked as you sat down.

"do you want me to remind you what you did?"

"Ofcourse!" You said and rolled your eyes.

"You flirted with him, you flirted with my friend, Mark! Obviously i got mad!"

"funny how i saw you and Kiara flirting like hell, and if i just talked you feel like i flirted, great job christopher."

"Don't pull this on me!" He yelled

"YOu're pulling it on me, and it's not me, who were flirting with a girl, when their wife was next to them!"

"y/n enough!"

"No! What would you do if I didn't stop—" as soon as you said that, his lips smashed over yours, shocked at first, you kissed him back, roughly as he roughly kissed you, full teeths and tongues. Your arms instantly wrap around his neck as you pull him closer.

Small grunts and moans leave yours and his mouth as his hands travels from your face to your sides, he pulls away for a while.

"You need to be taught a lesson!" He said as you looked into his now-dark eyes blown with lust. He picks you up in his arms and puts you on the bed as he looks at you with a smirk. He comes closer and you look at him, your breathe hitches as you him.

he kissed you, with the same energy, and you being a smart ass, riped his shirt off as soon as he kissed you, a small chuckle left his mouth as he saw the eagerness in you, and then his hands on your back as he unzips that pretty dress of yours, leavimg in your bra and underwear.

"Eager are you, baby?"

you nodded, wrong move!

"i'm sorry what was that, talk to me, baby."

"Yes yes i am!" You said desperate for his touch over yours.

He pressed his lips on yours and his fingers hooked on your panties, you moaned as you felt his hands close to your clit, he smirks, and pulls away and throws your panties away. You whinned as the cold air hit your clit, and he just smirks

He groans at the sight of it, wet, just like how he liked.

"You made me angry honey, will you be a good girl for me? will you listen to daddy?" He spoke, his voice was low , raspy and sexy. You whinned.

"you have to talk to me, not whine or else you will be punished!" He groans near your ears, as his hands tease you, by simply running his hands over your thighs.

"Yes daddy i'll be good." You spoke.

"That's my girl!" He says before putting your one leg over his shoulder, and you meet his eyes, which were blown with lust. He pressed kisses on yoir thighs and then licked a strip of your clit, you moaned as you felt his tongue, your hands grabbed his soft locks, to which he groaned

He continues to eat you, and your moans were unstoppable, and he would eat you as long as he wants, you were sure it was a longgg night.

"Chris please!" You begged, and he immediately pulled away.

"what did you say honey?"

"Daddy please!" You corrected yourself and he continues, before you know you're already close and he feels you.

"You wanna cum baby?"

"Yes daddy i want to pleasee!" You begged and h smirks.

"Cum baby." As soon as those words leave his mouth you came undone, with a loud moan, but that still didn't stop him. It felt like he was starved, and got his meal after weeks.

"Who's making you feel this good?" As soon as he asked a question you answered immediately, or else you knew what he could do.

"You, daddy only you!"

"That's good baby, you're a good girl, baby!" He said

Just by eating you out he made you cum endless times , to which you've lost the count of.

He pulls away and kissed you, you could taste yourself. His hands made its way to your bra and unclasps it, throws it away to the pile of clothes on the floor. His fingers found its way to your clit and he starts to pump them. Your eyes roll , and he just gets turned on more by that look of yours.

He starts to press kisses on your neck, to your chest , to your everywhere before connecting them again to your lips. Your legs were shaking, and he knew how close you were by just his fingers.

"you wanna cum again baby?" He asked and you unable to talk by the condition you were in with him.

"give me one more i know you can do it." He pleased and then that was it, you came on his fingers, now you were breathing heavily under him, both of your bodies covered with sweat.

He lines himself, and kisses your neck leaving marks, before slowly whispering into your ears,

"Are you ready for me?"

"Y-yes." Just as you gave him the permission, he pushed himself in you, both of you moaning at the feeling of warmth of each other. Your arms around his neck, as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

he starts to move, your legs shaking heavily, as you arched your back. He started pressing kisses all over your chest.

"God! You're so tight!" He groaned, as you gasped, his one hand tangled with yours on the bed.

"only i can make you feel that good, no one else can!am i right?" He spoke, and yes he was right, no one other than him can make you feel this good. He thrusted into you, your whole body numb.

"yes only you."

"that's right, only i can!." He grunted as he felt how close you were , and he knew he was close too.

"daddy i'm close!"

"I know, baby, don't cum until i do." He says, as you feel how slow he has begun, but he didn't stop.

"You're mine, all mine!" He says and cums, followed by you, yours and his forehead resting againsy eachother as both of you heavily breathed.

"I'm all yours." You spoke between gasps, as he kissed your forehead.

He stoods up to go get a wet towel to clean you up, and then later throws it in the laundry basket. Laying next to you, he pulls you closer and you turn to him, facing him as he kissed you softly again and again.

"Was i rough?" He spoke softly, as he looked into your eyes.

"Nope, you were perfect, for me though I don't know about my legs though." You said and both of you giggled , wrapping your arms around his neck

"i was not flirting babe, he was telling me about how much you loved me." you spoke softly, and he looked at you.

"i'm sorry, for yelling at you."

"I'm not mad at you babe, i was just feeling like there's no love between us, i felt how distant we both have became due to time, I couldn't stop thinking about it, and you know I blamed myself for it.

"i can never stop loving you, never in my life! You're the love of my life, i'm sorry i made you feel that way."

"and jealous too!" You said smirking.

"oh really from who?" He asked , pretty boy was confused.

"maybe if you spend more time with me more than Kiara."

"oh damn, well that's okay i can do that. I'm not letting you go." He says and you smile at him.

"That's like a good boy, and im not letting you either." You said and he kissed you.

"I love you so much." He says and you kiss his nose

"I love you too!" You said as both of you slowly drifted to sleep, it was one of your best nights with him, both of you tangled in bed with white sheets covering you both, your arms around him and his arms around you as he pressed small kisses on your forehead before he falls asleep.

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istg I can't write smut 😤😩

this is my first smut (on tumblr lol ) feedbacks are very much appreciated 💙

[astro-rain]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter eight - “hovel, sweet hovel”

delicate masterlist

word count: 2k

synopsis: bucky and y/n arrive the shelter and take a look at what it has to offer.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: what would you like to see happen next? let me know! (p.s. this is what i pictured the shelter/hovel to look like)

"I think this is it," Bucky said, looking forward at the structure in front of them.

"That's the 'shelter?'" Y/N huffed, hopelessly annoyed.

They had been walking and jogging on and off for forty-five minutes straight. Her feet killed.

"We're... gonna die."

"We are not gonna die, Y/N."

"Look at it! That is a hovel!"

"Well, inside's better than outside," Bucky retorted. "At least no one will see us if we're in there. It looks abandoned, they'll assume it actually is.”

She sighed and followed behind Bucky into the shelter. It was a one story stone structure that looked so old and weathered. It... looked like a shed. An old ass stone shed. She briefly wondered if Wakanda had a storm season because she was almost certain this thing wouldn't withstand it.

The door let out an anticipated squeak, and she was just as disappointed to see the inside as she was the outside. Bucky put the bags down and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah... this... isn't great..."

It was just as small as it seemed. And empty. Mostly. There were a few withered shelves with dusty pots and bowls, and an even more withered attempt at a table. There was what looked like a furnace in one corner with old, rotted wood in it. The wooden floor creaked under their steps.

The whole place felt like a ghost: desolate, ancient, and lonely. Except for one peculiar thing...

"Bucky?" she beckoned.

"Hm?"

(Y/N) hadn't noticed it when she first entered, but in the middle of the table sat a small, shiny, black panther figurine. It posed on all fours, looking ferociously up at her. It looked so out of place in contrast of the eternal layer of dust on everything else.

"What is this?" she asked reaching for the one thing that didn't match.

When her hand wrapped around it, energy surged into her skin. It felt almost... alive.

"(Y/N) what-" Bucky was cut off by a sound that startled them both.

In the corner across from the furnace, a section of the floor starting moving. Wood on wood on stone was not a good sound. Nonetheless, in mere seconds, there was an opening, and if (Y/N) leaned forward, she could see stairs!

Both of them remained still, feet planted on the creaky floor. They immediately looked at each other.

"What did you do?"

"I'm... not sure. I think I opened it."

(Y/N) smirked.

"What?" Bucky asked, confusion clearly evident in his tone.

"I should've known," (Y/N) shook her head. "Shuri wouldn't have led us here unless there was something more."

She held the panther figurine as she walked towards the opening.

"Wait," he grabbed her arm. "We don't know that Shuri knew that was here. What if it's a trap?"

"A trap from who? I don't think anyone knows we're here except Shuri."

"I don't know. J-Just let me go first."

"Alright. After you, oh wise one," she acquiesced, voice sarcastic but endearing all the same.

Bucky tried to suppress a chuckle. "Smartass. You're the wise one."

She tried to go down the stairs, letting him go first, but apparently that wasn't enough.

"Wait, just let me go look around and I'll holler when it's all good."

"Holler? Who says holler?"

"Me. Wait here."

"Fine," she made a show of pointedly plopping down on the top step, still and waiting as he requested.

It only took about ten seconds.

"Woah..." his voice came from far away.

"What is it?!" (Y/N) leaned forward.

"You were right! Come down, you gotta see this!"

She wasted no time... and standing beside Bucky, her jaw dropped.

"Holy..."

Beneath the ground was a significantly larger, way more modernized, and highly advanced survival shelter. All equipped with smaller versions of a table, chairs, and cabinets, along with a compact freezer and miniature stove, a chest, a closet, and two sets of bunk beds. Everything was clean and looked in optimal condition. There was even a rug.

"Shuri definitely didn’t leave you with nothing," Bucky commented, still taking it all in.

"-us with nothing," she corrected, retreating back up to the shed to get the bags.

-

Later in the day, (Y/N) got a handle on the panther key and how to use it to open and close the entryway to the bunker. Once she figured it out, she kept it closed, ensuring their concealment and maximizing their safety.

Bucky had found his way into the closet, listing off the contents to (Y/N) who sat on the floor, back up against one of the bunk bed legs. She was exhausted. Her body had been assaulted by adrenaline and strenuous mortal-danger-physical-activity. Bucky seemed to be fine, though. Curse that super soldier serum. His energy was always so high.

"...oh, and here's the bedding stuff. I don't know what this is, though."

(Y/N) lethargically leaned her head over to get a good view of the closet.

She chuckled. "That's a space heater...Oh! And next to it - that's a portable AC. Makes sense. I doubt they could get electric or plumbing out here."

And her head rolled back to center, eyes closing, body exhausted.

Bucky seemed to notice. "Hey, if you're tired, I can make the beds...or at least yours if you wanna sleep now."

(Y/N) stretched her legs straight out in front of her. "No, that's okay."

She wasn't about to force her one armed friend to make a bed for her. That's just rude. Especially after he carried those bags. She felt bad; she wished she had done more.

"Nah, I don't mind. It's not like I got anything else to do," he insisted, bringing the bedding over.

(Y/N) stood, body internally complaining in aching protest. She didn't really have the energy to expertly persuade him.

"Buck, it's fine." Her voice was faint.

He didn't even stop to hesitate, seemingly determined on the task. She thought it better to just give up and let him do his thing since he was so set on it. However, the sheet was fitted and there were pillow cases, not really one-arm friendly assets. He was struggling... very clearly. (Y/N) felt even worse.

He started moving quicker, frustration jerking his arm in quick, irritated bursts as he was trying to get the sheet to stay. There was still no success.

She stepped forward gently. "Bucky..."

"Damn it!" he hissed, slamming his hand on the bed frame before forcefully standing up. His hand went to his forehead, rubbing his eyes in disappointment.

(Y/N) was a statue. She had never seen him mad before; she had no idea what to do. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't scared, she just wasn't sure what to say.

"Can't fuckin' do anything," he muttered under his breath.

She finally moved forward. "Hey, forget the bedding, it doesn't matter-"

"Yes it does," he turned. "We're hiding from a collapsed regime and I can't even make a damn bed. Plus you've done so much for me, I just wanted to help with something. I just wanted to be able to do something."

Oh. Suddenly, his anger was gone. It was replaced with a miserable helplessness. It made her chest tight; she needed to fix this.

"Buck, you don't owe me anything. I'm here because I wanted to help, not because I was expecting anything in return. And I don't know what you've been paying attention to, but I watched you carry the majority of those - heavy - bags the entire way here while simultaneously figuring out the way to the shelter while my brain was momentarily smooth. You were the voice of reason in that chaos we just escaped from, and it's a damn good thing you were so calm because I don't know if I could have handled the panic of the both of us."

"You could've," he murmured. "And I wasn't calm, I'm just used to this. I was trained for situations like this."

No, she wasn't going to lose to deflection.

"Regardless, you were a huge help. Seriously."

He still didn't look convinced.

"In fact, I feel more safe here with you than I would with Shuri and the Queen. You're like a super soldier body guard."

A look washed over his face that (Y/N) couldn't quite place. He looked at her quizzically, like he was trying to figure something out.

"You... feel safer with me?"

"That's what I said, yes."

"You're not like... worried about..."

"The Winter Soldier? No."

He sighed. "How can you be so sure? You have no idea if or when I might... you know."

"We are literally the only people here, and I don't plan on saying the trigger words. So unless you plan on saying them, I don't really think we have anything to worry about. And, even if you did 'you know,' you could definitely get away with it and no one would find the body."

He turned bright red. "What?!"

"I'm kidding! Sorry. But Bucky, you've been doing so well with me and Shuri, and honestly the Hydra programming might not even be there anymore."

"But we don't know for sure!"

"Bucky..." she pleaded, turning her head slightly as to say what is this about?

"I can't trust my own mind," he sighed looking at the floor. "I just don't wanna do anything bad. It's just - weird that you don't seem to be worried at all."

"Why is that?"

"Everyone sees me as a monster."

The room was dead silent. He wasn't looking at her, but if (Y/N) looked at him any harder, she was sure she'd burn a hole through his head. How could anyone see this man as a monster? Logically, she understood what other people saw. But personally, she couldn’t find it in her to perceive him like that. It just didn’t work. All she could find was gentleness, compassion, and sincerity.

"I can't see you as something you're not," she said, whisper soft. "I don't care if you hands are 'scarred from murder' or however you said it a few sessions ago. I trust them entirely."

He finally looked up at her, his face filled with something she couldn't quite place. It looked a bit like disbelief and then it changed into relief and then something else entirely. A slow smile crept up on his lips.

"...hand."

"What?"

"My hand. Singular. Not hands."

A deep, deep smile - to match the one on Bucky - grew on her face just before the pair started cracking up ridiculously. Perhaps this was an odd way of releasing the tension, fear, frustration, and exhaustion of the day. Nevertheless, laughter was cathartic. It was so cathartic that eventually (Y/N) could hardly catch her breath and Bucky's stomach hurt. This went on for several minutes.

In time, they both calmed down. She didn't remember when exactly it happened, but they were both sitting on the floor now. They sat in between the two bunk beds, facing one another, each back leaning against a respective bedpost.

The atmosphere was different now, but not in a bad way. It felt like 2 a.m. at a sleepover, when the conversations get drowsily deep, with slow voices and honest confessions. It was heavy eyelids and low inhibitions.

A fresh wave of exhaustion washed over her. She let her head fall slack against the bedpost, resting.

"Bucky, what were sleepovers like in the forties?" she asked softly, eyes closing ever so delicately. 

"Well," he started, getting into a story of his past with Steve and the couch cushions.

And that's how she fell asleep. Sitting on the floor, leaning against a bunk bed, and listening to his voice fade out into the background of her consciousness.

If only she knew how she would wake up: laying comfortably on one of the beds, with one blanket on top of her and another below her because he couldn't get the sheet to cooperate. With the pillowcase carefully draped atop the pillow instead of enveloping it because that's what one hand would allow. With the bed next to her being slept in with no blanket because he used his as the replacement for the sheet he couldn’t get to cooperate.

[lovely-scents]

Monsta X as Sweet and Cold Boyfriend : 93'liners

Minhyuk

"Minhyuk, can you come over to my place now?"

"Why?"

"My fuse box is broken. And I already called the technician to come and have a look."

"So? Why are we having this conversation then?"

"Just come here..! I don't wanna be alone with the technician man here when he come." she says over the phone call. "Keep me a company? Please..? It's just for a while. I promise." she pleads.

This is tiring. And he sighs. "Alright.. I'll come." he finally agrees.

When he arrives at her place, she's already outside waiting for him. "Where's the technician?" he asks.

"He hasn't arrives yet. He said he will come in 15 minutes. But it's almost half an hour already, and he still didn't come." she frowns in worry.

"Maybe he got stuck in a traffic. Give him some times."

****

"Are you really sure he's coming? We've been waiting for the whole day." he complains out of frustration after been waiting for more than two hours​. He's getting bored in here.

She's tired of waiting too. She's getting anxious when the technician hasn't arrived, or at least gives her a phone call or text after hours of waiting. So, she decides to give him a call to ask.

"An accident..?! A-Are you alright?? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah.. just a minor injury. I'm at the hospital at the moment. And my van is damaged quite bad." the technician man tells. "I'm so sorry, miss. I don't think I can make it today. Maybe you should call another technician to have a look over your situation."

"O-Okay then. I hope you will get better soon. Thank you." She ends the call afterward.

"So, he's not coming?" he assumes. And she nods weakly in despair.

He's letting out a heavy sigh. "I can't believe that I'm wasting my time here, doing nothing and waiting for nothing.." he complaints. "I wanna go home."

He straightly gets up from his seat, but she quickly stops him from leaving. "W-Wait..! What about me?"

"What about you?" he frowns. And she hits him slightly out of frustrations.

"You can't just leave me here all alone. I have no electricity, and it's gonna be dark soon. You know how much I hate the dark.."

"That's because you're a chicken." he provokes. And he gets another hits from her again. She pouts in sulks.

"You're mean."

"And you're a baby.. Now hurry up and go get your stuffs." urges him. "You can have a night at my place today."

"Only for today..?? Can I stay longer? It's been a long time since I have a cuddle with you." she pleads again.

"You can get a cuddle today and get back here again tomorrow." he insists. "How long do you plan to leave your​ house like this? Don't you wanna get it fixed sooner?"

She starts to pouts again when he nags at her. "Okay .. I'll settle it down as soon as I can. But promise that I can get a cuddle today?!" she beams excitedly.

He just gives her a glare, yet he still agrees. "Fine! We can have a cuddle later. Just go and get your things now! Hurry up or I'm gonna leave you if you're late."

"Oh, w-wait.. Just give me a minute. I'll be quick!"

He just stares at her who is humming happily while packing her things into her bag. And he secretly smiles.

"I missed having a night with you too."

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Kihyun

He's busy preparing the meals for dinner in the kitchen. She starts feeling drowsy as she's waiting for him. It's another tiring day for her. She never realized​ when she started​ falling asleep​.

The dinner is almost ready. So, he decides to go and have a check on her as she has been so quiet every now. "Did she fall asleep on the couch again?" he assumes.

And yes, she's already asleep while waiting for him. He lets out a soft sigh, quietly watches her sleep very soundly.

"You're such a stubborn kid." he mumbles while leaning down to gently kiss her, careful enough not to wake her up from her deep sleep. "I told you not to fall asleep here."

****

She opens up her eyes and slowly gets up when he wakes her up for dinner. She rubs her sleepy eyes and starts to look at him with a long stare.

"Weird. This is not the first time I'm having this kind of dream. It couldn't be the same dream again.. It's impossible, isn't it? But, why does it feel so real?" her heart whispers. She still can feel the touch on her lips. That soft and sweet touch.

"Hey, dumb head..!" She gets startles when he's suddenly calling out for her from the table. "Stop spacing out over there and come here!"

"O-Okay.."

She quickly heads up to the table for dinner. The meals are already being served nicely in front of her. But her mind is still somewhere else. Her eyes couldn't stop but to look at him. That dream earlier is really bothering her mind a lot.

"Stop staring at me."

"Huh? Oh, s-sorry.." She quickly runs her sights to somewhere else. And he just gives her a look. 

"Kihyun, can I ask you something​?"

"What?" 

"Just now, when I'm asleep.. did you.." 

"Did I what ..?"

His response makes her bewilder and starts to rethinks about it again. "Is it a mistake? He doesn't seem to get the idea. And of course, he would never do that kind of thing for sure. Maybe.. I'm just dreaming of it .."

She takes another look at him. He's already glaring at her with a frown. "How many times did I tell you to not sleep on the couch?" He starts to nag at her. "Stop talking weird and eat your food."

She gets flustered and just listens to him before he continues​ to nag at her again. He lets out a heavy sigh and watches her quietly.

"Did she already know that I always kiss her secretly while she's sleeping?"

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Hyungwon

She needs​ to attend a reunion party with her fellow classmates from college. And she doesn't feel like going, but the other classmates keep on forcing her to come. She's contemplating over the invitation. Because she knows that none of them is actually like her for real. 

But, refusing the invitation would bring more hate towards her. So she decides to go to the party. Half-heartedly​.

The party is good. Everything is great here. Except for the people. She doesn't like them, especially the way they treat her. Everybody keeps on asking her about her personal life. And of course, would compare her ordinary life with their luxury, successful lifestyle later on. It makes her feel stuffy, and annoyed. She really doesn't like to be here. How she wishes she could just leave this place right away.

"Hey, somebody told me that you already have a boyfriend." one of her classmates suddenly speaks up. "Where is he? Why didn't you bring him along? We wanna see him too."

"Ohh.. umm.. He's not coming. He doesn't like to attend parties." she says. But the girls just laugh at her answer.

"Are you sure you're not just making up things as an excuse?? I mean, you know, do you really have a boyfriend for real..?" 

"Of course she did."

The sudden voice makes them turn, and silence them all at once. She also gets surprised to see his sudden appearance here.

"Hyungwon..? What are you doing here? How did you know that I'm here?"

He just gives her a look. "You already told me yesterday when I asked you. Seems like you forgot." answers him with his cold voice.

"B-But.. I thought you don't wanna come since you don't like parties." 

"I don't. That's why we're leaving now."

"Huh?"

He takes the glass drinks from her hand and putting​ it away. He casually grabs her hand neat and tight, ready to leave the place.

"Excuse me, but we're leaving early today. And please leave my girlfriend alone. I'm warning you." sterns him. He's giving them a glare before he's heading out together with her, leaving all those girls speechless and dumbfounded.

"Hyungwon, wait.."

He stops and turns. "What?!" he snaps. But she's already tearing up, ready to cry anytime now. He gives her a look then. "Oh no, here we go again.." he sighs. He just casually brings her into his arms, so she can starts crying as much as she wants.

"You're such a crybaby." he complains, yet still holding her neatly in his arms. "Just forget about them already. Let's go and get some ice creams."

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Read Sweet and Cold Boyfriend: Maknae Line

[remcycl333]

Hello!! responding late bc of school 😻 Anyhow when it comes to more manifestations, I'm manifesting:

1) My mother and I to move out of our current living situation because it's not the best. I've never had a washer and dryer in my living space, I want to experience getting up and washing my clothes whenever I please instead of collecting change to wash clothes at the laundromat!! I want my dream room and I want my mom to feel comfortable and relaxed since she's worked so hard.

2) To attend a better school. I need to attend a high school that has technology in mind, the school I'm at currently is more preforming arts then technology. Plus, it doesn't have the benefits I'm looking at in school. I'm planning to take AP courses throughout my years in high school, my goal is a total of 8 or 9 AP classes. I know it's a lot, but go big or go home.

3) My mom accepting me as trans and gay and becoming lenient. My mom is not accepting of the LBGTQ+ community AT ALL. She is very strict and she doesn't allow none of it. I came out her November 2020 and she tried to sign me up for conversion therapy at her church so that speaks for itself. I try to make jokes out of it but the truth is, it's not funny. I want to comfortable in my own skin inside my home as well. On top of that I DONT have a phone because she is so strict so the library and my laptop is my best friend. And it's just like my laptop is on the brink of death, it crashes when I run YouTube. And the library is like 5 miles away and I'm tired of walking that whole way just to leave in 2 hours. I just want a phone so bad, they're so pretty and nice to customize and CONVIENENT 😩

4) My appearance. I know I'm stunning. But my face is slightly symmetrical and I'm tired of cameras portraying me lime I'm someone else- 😭 And my haiirrrrrrr, it's very coily and very dry and brittle. I just can't manage it. I need to stop lying to myself like "oh I love my hair!! 😽😍" like no you don't, you know damn well you want curly hair. I sure do!! I just felt bad because I felt like I wasn't embracing myself and loving myself "as I truly am" but like this hair isn't me.

OH, I have a question: when is manifesting too much? Like if I manifest too many things does that make me greedy or a master at manifesting 🤔 The reason I'm asking this is because I've been feeling a bit guilty because I manifest good and I feel like I'm not working towards my goal, in like a "traditional" way?

Anyways, that is all!!! Have a nice day/night 💗

im very excited to hear ur future success stories, these desires sound great!! and there is never "too much" with manifesting. as we manifest all day every day anyway, it makes sense that we would rather manifest favorable things then to continue manifesting a reality that we are unhappy with. also don't worry about "life being too easy" or you not getting things in a "traditional" way! society has conditioned us to believe that we have to work hard to get what we want or that some people are more deserving of things than others, but this is simply not true. everyone deserves money and to be happy and to feel confident and loved and accepted. and as we were all born with the power to manifest, that actually is the traditional way, not this capitalism bullshit that humans created. i also sincerely believe that everyone who finds out about the law of assumption found out about it for a reason and that we are meant to harness it. so don't feel guilty! as long as you're not manifesting harm to yourself or others you are perfectly fine :)

[kaisa-ryo]

Satoru Gojo NSFW Alphabet

Warning: English isn't my native language!

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*

A = Aftercare (What he likes after sex)

With slow movements, stroke your back with your large palms. Gently fingering your hair and mumbling something about your uniqueness. Then he will pause and move on to deeper caresses. Goose bumps will cover your whole body, and your heart will pound madly, which will cause an involuntary smile from Gojo. Let it be some strange mantric nonsense, a mysterious spell, with the help of which you can finally hide from everyone around you.

How rarely do you experience such a feeling of security, while the beloved man experiences an equally rare feeling - the love of the closest person, which gives him confidence for the whole day.

B = Body part (His favorite body part)

Chest.

At least because he considers her an integral part of the female body. And if you have it of impressive size - expect especially great attention to them. Namely licking, biting, scarlet sucking, spanking ... But don't think that this will only happen with big breasts. Medium or small, too, will not be left without affection. Seen from the outside, most of them may seem like feminine signs that complement orientation and are able to give relationships with a man such inner harmony that will make them extremely desirable.

The first place on your body where he will leave marks is your chest.

C = Cum (Everything about sperm)

Inside.

He loathes condoms, for which you constantly sulk at him, because you have to take birth control pills, and this, by the way, is not very pleasant. And in general, obeying the rules is not his forte. Therefore, he is firmly convinced that he possesses the mysterious art of doing what is beneficial to him alone.

D = Dirty secret

Not to say that it can be safely called a "dirty secret", but he has thoughts of selling you into sexual slavery to himself. Such thoughts first appeared in him when he realized that with your charm you were making him ill and, in a sense, making him weaker. And what an unpleasant humiliation for him, when the ideal woman of his fantasies suddenly appears out of nowhere and by her very existence spoils all his megalomania. To tell you the truth, this fact even turns him on a little. Based on this, he came to the conclusion that he will subdue you completely and completely with the help of sexual slavery.

Is it strange? Depends on how much you go crazy over him.

E = Experience

Gojo himself considers this question to be slightly incorrect. For example, if he had fucked other women before you, then you cannot say for sure that in those moments he definitely knew what to do. And if he hasn’t "shoved" anyone before you, it will always be possible to gain experience from a variety of sources of the vast networked web.

But if we talk about it, then in such cases he is helped by confidence and high self-esteem. Which gives him a considerable advantage in the field of sexual relations.

F = Favorite position

Opening.

When you swing your leg over his shoulder, and he continuously pushes, biting and licking the inner thigh. This action drives you crazy, and you are ready to beg him not to stop. When he reaches orgasm, you scream, and he squeezes you in his arms, showered you with kisses and pushes his excited flesh into your vagina, while he himself shakes with laughter. You know that this obscene act brings him such pleasure that he cannot stop. You cling to it with all your might, as if hoping that it will not stop and you will be able to reach the highest point of bliss. Therefore, it is so important for him to control the lower part of your body.

G = Goofy (Are you serious at this moment?)

Not at all.

In a sense, for him, this is nothing more than entertainment. But it also happens that he, fascinated by your alluring body, smell, look, goes crazy. And then anything can happen.

H = Hair (Is the hair ok?)

Not.

Once you asked him to put things in order at least once, after that you realized that it was useless, because instead of answering, he just laughed loudly.

I = Intimacy (Romance)

Yes, sometimes.

Even despite the fact that he does not treat women as much as, for example, Nanami, he considers his passion an exception, although, perhaps, not in all cases. He is pleased that he is considered some kind of incomprehensible male - “this is not even a man, but such a little dummy who thinks of nothing but sweets” - and this is a compliment for him. The most important thing is that you like to feel your exclusivity.

In his opinion, he considers the most romantic moment for you when he looks you in the eye. Well, of course, he is so tall and also with eyes, in which the whole universe seems to fit. Therefore, in order to impress you once again, he takes off the blindfold, looks into your eyes and says something very pleasant about you in a bewitching voice. And at the moment when you already lose the power of speech from this - bends down and kisses on the lips. He knows perfectly well that you will not resist one hundred percent before such.

J = Jack off (masturbation)

Never. Seriously, never.

He will not humiliate himself so much in front of himself, but in front of you ... there is even nothing to answer.

— I have never done this before... I will appreciate it if you teach me! — said Gojo, smiling broadly and spreading his arms to the sides.

— Quite a fool or what?..

— Oh? So can you show me how it's done? The man asked with a sad and obviously feigned expression on his face.

— Why don't you start doing it at all? What's so sexy about that?

In other words, he does not need this, because for such cases he always has you.

K = Kink (Kinks and fetishes)

Light BDSM elements such as bondage, gags, collars ... especially the black blindfold. He just goes crazy when he sees you with her. It seems that you imitate him, ready for all dirty manipulations, just to become like him. Heck.

After such a night, he will repeatedly hint that he really liked your yesterday's image. It is unlikely that you want to again fall for his next trick to trick you with various perversions. Not to mention, he'll drag you into bed anyway. You have no options, baby.

L = Location (Favorite places to have sex)

Prefers on the bed. He's not so much a fan of public places or hiding places. But if we talk about the audience ... he loves to play with your pussy with his fingers, so that you feel awkward and uncomfortable all the way home. But it's worth your wet panties.

M = Motivation

When you say how you want it at the most unexpected moment. Yes, yes, at least in the same audience. For him, this is the most exciting thing that can be with him. He had already checked everything before, no doubt. And such a mess in his thoughts, it’s just not clear why he should fight the curse when he can take you right here? Someday he will do so, believe me.

N = No (Which won't do)

Something for which you will not want to see him for a long time.

He may never show such an emotion as longing, but he certainly does. Just at such moments. When he comes to apologize to you, he will hide it again. According to many men in the world, girls do not take offense for long. True for Gojo, these words seem to be a lie, because you have been ignoring and abstracting from him for the third week. He thinks that this is natural, because he considers you not like everyone else. But it only makes my soul worse. Maybe he really was so guilty? Then it's really monstrous. Why hadn't he thought about it before? But anyone knows that it's his ego. It was then that he realizes that even the strongest make mistakes.

O = Oral (Likes to receive or to give)

Get. Do you know what his trick is? He always tries to give you as much as possible, so that in a fit of excitement you give him twice, because giving pleasure to you does not tire him at all! It's like swinging, only you don't understand that you are giving him not yourself, but your body, and you give it to him at that moment when you still don't know that you are giving him and yourself. You don't even notice it. So it gives him a huge plus. Not a bad bonus for you.

P = Pace

In this regard, variations take over. He even has his own trick - to scroll the first song that comes to mind and adjust to its rhythm. And oh God, such harmless stupidity does such amazing things... (!)

Q = Quickie

Also not unambiguous.

From the very beginning, it's kind of like very slow introductions, specifically for you to beg him to speed up. Stretching on a sense of anticipation that creeps through you. Satoru will maintain a slow pace until he moves his hips on his own to match his movements. And only then it will gradually pick up the desired speed.

R = Risk (Ready to experiment)

Anytime, just ask!

He himself does not mind trying something new, but only when you are completely sure that sex will be successful. Otherwise it will be awkward and unpleasant. While these are experiments after all, anything can go wrong. And it's one thing when you really think about the consequences, it's another thing when you have no doubt that as a result of "new" sex there will be a lot of pleasant sensations. But if you don't try, you won't know, right?

You also urge Satoru to be taken seriously and responsibly. By the way, an interesting fact — he ignores words about responsibility, but at the same time, in some magical way, everything goes perfectly. Well, in that case, you are lucky with a man, congratulations.

S = Stamina (Stamina)

Always adjusts to you.

He cannot enjoy the process if you are already exhausted just lying on the bed and trying to grab at least some notes of ecstasy. Perhaps this theory seems primitive, but Gojo believes that any sexual intercourse is nothing more than a change in posture, the purpose of which is to make intimacy pleasant. After all, it is also part of a complex whole in which body and mind harmoniously merge. Certainly not an indicator of sensitivity, as one might expect, but also not one's own narcissism.

T = Toys

Not an ardent fan, but there is some interest, and a very big one.

If he is out shopping and stumbles upon a "sex shop", prepare for the fact that he will bring everything that was there to your home and some strange enlightenment session will begin, because you did not even know about the existence of many toys.

— This one? Maybe this one? Or is it this one? Look how interesting!

— Gojo ... did you seriously empty the entire store just to show it to me?..

— The opinion of my beloved woman is much more important for me than the schedule for the import of new goods into the store.

— Why does it seem to me that you are laughing at me?

U = Unfair (Does he like to tease)

Yes! Yes! And yes again!

As mentioned earlier, he likes it when you beg him to speed up. But what if he stops altogether? Or maybe pull the cock out of your slit? There will be no limit to your charming whine! As soon as he does this, you try to put yourself on the penis on your own, while he, grinning, does not let you do it. As a reward, he sticks the head into your hole and again starts hammering like crazy into your hole.

V = Volume (How loud is it)

The only sounds he makes are short chuckles. They serve as a sign that he likes your movements, actions and moans. Sometimes he allows himself to snort. This is also a kind of signal - he experiences excitement from the same movements ... actions... moans... oh...

W = Wild card (Random headcanon)

Once you had such a case that after he finished, you immediately lost consciousness. And when she woke up, she decided that she had already died. You told about this to Sator, sitting next to you, who burst into loud laughter. He told how you passed out right at the end of sex, explaining that the blame for everything is his magnificence, just the same, leading to a swoon.

* In fact, for three minutes he could not understand what was happening and for an hour he tried to bring you to consciousness. And you lost it not because of its magnificence, but because of its multi-orgasm. As a result of this incident, the man did not do this with you for a while, as it was a little awkward. At that moment, the thought crossed his mind that he really killed you. And he still cannot forget it, although he has long ago got rid of such ridiculous thoughts associated with you and your fragile body.

X = X-ray (What's under the clothes)

19.5 cm, during erection ± 2

Y = Yearning (How high is the sex drive)

A serene magician never looks for a reason to do this with you. Only if you don't want it yourself. Sometimes it happens - completely on your initiative, and sometimes he independently makes you want it. This Devil with a bandage seems to see all your weaknesses from the most obvious, to the most secret and intimate: whispering in your ear, changing the timbre in his voice to a lower touch of his hands that slightly tickle your face ... He has a lot of ways to make you want what no matter how he spoke.

Therefore, to be honest - 7/10

Z = Zzz (How quickly falls asleep)

Are you sure he ever sleeps at all?

The most recurring case is when he watches you for a long time until he is sure that you are definitely asleep. Following, he will kiss you somewhere in the area of ​​the ear and go about his business.

But if we consider a rare case, then everything will turn out the other way around: it will wait for you to wake up to ask how you slept. The perfect moment to be alone with him without any obligation.