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writing-house-of-m · 11 months

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Talks of drinking and drugs. Sexual themes but nothing completely explicit. Toxic relationship. Manipulation. Cheating.

Word count: 3159

Summary: You can't stop yourself from falling under Wanda's spell

A/N: I thought of this when I heard the line "There's something about the way you look tonight" from the song Billie Bossa Nova by Billie Eilish. I actually didn't realise how similar this was to the song until I listened to it again then tweaked it to fit the song a bit more. Also, this is very different to what I usually write so I'd appreciate any comments letting me know what you think. As always, enjoy!

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These parties were becoming more and more of a nuisance with how often you were being forced to attend them.

There was no point in you being here.

Happy people having fun, you would roll your eyes more if you could.

A final space is waiting at the bar as if it is reserved for you. Taking the seat you order a drink then look around. Seeing the different groups of people chatting away does nothing to help you. You really do not want to be here.

You turn your back on the excited murmur, trying to drown it all out whilst waiting for your drink. You wish you could have ordered something stronger, anything to cover up the bitterness in your mouth. The gum in your mouth now feels like you are chewing on plastic. It is just something to distract you anyway.

When the bartender places your drink in front of you, you immediately take a sip. The ice in your glass clinks against the edges when you turn in your seat to look at the crowd of people that fill the room once more.

Pretentious is one word to describe them. People who want nothing more than to look important. Elite. When really everybody is just as scared as the next person to lose their deluxe lifestyle.

Not long later your head turns to the entrance when two people arrive. Your gaze moves along with them as they walk into the venue, arm in arm, greeting different people as they pass. The 'perfect' couple.

It makes you sick but when you try to pull your eyes away you can't. There is something about the way she looks tonight. She always did look good in red.

It isn't as strong as it can be but she will always have you under her spell. Your attention is drawn away when a hand brushes her cheek. A hand that isn't yours. No. It is from the one she chose in place of you.

The action is enough to get you to look away as if someone has thrown poison in your eyes.

You take another sip of your drink and just as you expected it does nothing to calm you. It is like there is no taste. All that is left in your mouth is a sourness since she left you.

The woman who haunts your dreams isn't yours anymore. These stupid parties are an additional reminder of that. It is bad enough you have to see them every day around the compound together.

You can't even look him in the eye. Your mind is filled with thoughts you shouldn't have about her anymore.

It's not your fault you know what she looks like under that dress. The intoxicating sounds she makes when you press all the right buttons. How sweet she tastes. Everything is dull in comparison.

You miss being able to steal that nectar from her lips at random times of the day. It has changed your pallet forever. Nothing will ever compare, no matter how hard you try to replace it.

The weight on your chest, that was supposed to get lighter with time, just gets heavier. Guilt always lingering in the back of your mind.

A sarcastic voice pulls you out before you can spiral any further, "And here I thought you would be pouting." Natasha. Always there to make you realise how childish you are behaving.

Natasha was the biggest advocate for you and Wanda. She still hopes one day you will reconcile, even with that walking toaster in the way.

You clench your jaw, a probable gloomy look resting on your face as you let out a sigh and look down at the glass leaving your hands damp with condensation.

"Please don't, Nat," you try to push her away. Knowing your friend though, this was long from over.

"What? I just came over to see if you wanted to dance," she says casually but you know there is a reason for it.

Your eyes fall to the dance floor. Wanda's arms are wrapped around the wrong person. She looks happy, a slight blush on her cheeks that makes her look youthful. You can't help but feel jealous. She used to look at you like that.

The weight on your chest grows heavier. You knew you wouldn't make it through tonight. It's why you didn't want to come but 'appearances need to be upheld'. Who are you to not meet Tony's demands? He has given you a place to live after all.

"No." It comes out a little more aggressively than you want it to but you know Nat won't take it personally.

"Ouch," she feigns hurt, "Is this how you treat a lady that wants you?"

A scoff leaves your lips and you smile a little at the joke, deciding to reciprocate, "I'll let you know when a lady approaches me," you smirk.

Natasha chuckles, glad for the win to get you out of your head, even if it is just for a second.

"You know how Steve feels about gum at these functions," she says, extending her arm, a napkin resting in the palm of her hand for you to spit out the flavorless substance into.

As Natasha scrunches the paper into a ball leaving it on the bar top you explain, "It distracts me from wanting to put a 'death stick' in my mouth."

"Well, I could always distract you if that's what you wanted," she flirts with an eyebrow raised.

You shake your head at her antics. A small smile is on your face as you look down into your drink. There are darker shade spots on your pants from where droplets of water have rolled off your glass.

Natasha takes the tumbler from your hand and places it next to the discarded napkin. She then pulls you from your seat, "Come on. Dance with me."

You let her guide you, keeping your eyes to the ground so you don't see the green ones you used to wake up to.

When you make it to the crowded floor Natasha places your hand on her waist, the other one following shortly after as she wraps hers behind you, drawing you in and resting her head against your chest.

It's a slow song so Natasha stays close to you, unbeknownst to you she is keeping an eye out for Wanda.

Getting bored of looking at the ground you close your eyes and take in the warmth that Natasha provides with her closeness. The comforting press of her chest against you, her shampoo invading your nostrils, soothing as you sway lightly to the soft music. You were never good at dancing but this, you could do.

It must be a few songs later because the people who surround you are different to those who were there when you first arrived.

There is a misstep on your part and you bump into someone, an automatic 'sorry' falls from your lips before you see who it is.

"It's okay," Wanda smiles at you and you almost forget how to breathe. You shouldn't be here. You have been doing so well breaking old habits.

Natasha links her arm in yours standing next to you as you avert your eyes, clearing your throat. You can't look at either of them, especially the android. The bitter taste you are so familiar with makes itself known at the back of your throat.

Vision and Wanda exchange a few words of greeting with you and Nat before Vision looks in the distance. He then excuses himself saying Tony was calling him over.

The habit of you trying to stop clenching your teeth is really being tested right now, you can't help yourself so you give in to the action. Especially when Natasha decides to play wingwoman, excusing herself next and telling you to dance with Wanda now that you were both alone.

This is not what you needed. All your hard work is about to come crumbling down and you know it.

Natasha often talks about how good you are for one another and how she wants to see the two of you flourish once more.

If only she knew.

All you want to do is run away. Get as far away from Wanda as possible but old habits die hard. The smell of her perfume and inviting smile doing nothing to help your resolve.

Wanda takes her position, arms around your neck. Your hands rest on her waist keeping her at, a literal, arms length away. You fall into step with the music, this is all a familiar well rehearsed dance between you two.

She tries to hold your eye contact but you look behind her, "I saw you by the bar, but you don't smell like your usual order," Wanda analyses. "You stopped smoking too?" She adds inquisitively. Your reply comes as a slow nod, still looking at a random spot in the distance behind the band not wanting to get hooked by her gaze.

"You're doing better than you ever did when we were together, malysh," your jaw clenches hard. Whether it is because of accusation or the pet name, you are not sure.

Wanda can feel how tense you are. Your shoulders are practically up to your ears so she strokes the back of your hair, fingernails lightly scratching the sensitive area.

"Just relax," she whispers, making you exhale slowly. Her actions and warm breath fanning over your face makes you do just that, your eyelids falling slowly, shoulders dropping evidently, "That's it baby, it's just you and me."

She pulls you closer so she can whisper directly in your ear. Her words calm you down unlike any drink or narcotic you've consumed before.

Her voice is soothing, so much so that you are under her spell once more. She has never needed to use her powers to have you under her control. You were always weak whenever it came to Wanda. "Let's get out of here," your head bobs up and down, slowly agreeing to her command. You allow yourself to get pulled along by her, out on to a private balcony.

It is like you are on autopilot, turning into the character she likes you to be. You just want to make her happy after all.

Wanda rounds a corner where you both know nobody inside will be able to see the two of you. Facing you she walks backwards, holding onto your jacket. She leans against the wall pulling you closer. One of your hands holds your weight beside her head as the other goes to squeeze her waist.

Wanda pulls you by your collar to close the distance. Your lips were always much better at dancing, especially against hers.

It wasn't always like this. You were heartbroken when she left you, you still are heartbroken, and you know it's wrong because she is with Vision now. But you still crave her. She is an addiction you cannot break. So you will take whatever she gives you - the best and worst kind of torture.

Heat travels up your neck, filling your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Your senses are overtaken by Wanda. Her sweet taste invades your mouth, her nails scratching your scalp as she holds onto you tighter when the kiss gets rougher.

You press your body against her tightly, your hands finding the bottom of her dress pulling it up. Her heavy breathing is interrupted by a gasp as the cool air hits her warm skin. You take this as the perfect moment to move your kisses to her neck and lift her so her legs are wrapped around you. That is when Wanda feels the bulge in your pants.

"I hope you weren't thinking of anyone else but me, malysh," she says between breaths.

There is an innocent pout on her face when you look at her and mindlessly reply, "Only you."

Your lips land on Wanda's as she tries to rub herself against you but you hold her still, pressing her against the wall even more, making her grunt in frustration when she can feel the hardness pressing into her. "I need more," she exasperates.

You roll your hips with hers, giving her the smallest bit of satisfaction for a moment, making her moan loudly. "Please sweetheart. I need you, you know what I like," she holds your jaw roughly, nails digging into your skin. "No one can fuck me like you do."

Her words almost make you lose all of the self control you still have left, but you come to your senses when a cold gust of wind hits you, making you remember where you are. "Not here," you whisper. You then leave a trail of kisses along her jaw finishing with a peck on her lips.

You let her down and keep out of sight as you walk hastily to get to your room. Wanda smirks, biting her lip when you make it to the elevator. She pushes you against the far wall then attacks your lips and neck. Unbuttoning your shirt to leave a mark or two on your collar bone. You don't get the same privilege.

No one can know.

When you finally make it to your floor, you enter your room only wanting to make Wanda feel good. The little voice in the back of your mind reminding you she is no longer yours is forgotten as your rendezvous continues.

…

Wanda sleeps against you. The sound of her light breathing filling the air.

Her warmth and having her tangled in your sheets comes at the cost of your sanity. To you it is but a small price to pay.

No one knows about this and it has to stay that way.

You can't even tell Nat. She understands why Wanda initially broke up with you but now that you were doing better she has hoped you would have reconciled if not for Vision.

You try to take in the peace of the night. You try not to think about the guilt that lingers after you fall into bed with each other. You try not to think about the fact that Wanda will have already disappeared by the time you wake up in the morning. You try not to think about the rehearsed repeated lie you tell Nat when she asks where you disappeared to before the night ended.

The woman in your arms will always be the love of your life. She will always take advantage of you because she knows she can and you will do whatever you can to get whatever crumbs she will give you.

…

Falling to sleep always came easier when she was in your arms. You stir awake when you can no longer feel the comfortable weight on your chest.

Lifting your head, you are confused when you see her almost out of bed, "Wanda?" You ask groggily, reaching for her wrist.

There is no reply but your mind catches up, it is the time of the night where she leaves you for the arms of another. You let out a sigh and drop your head into the plush pillow whispering, "Stay."

"Go back to sleep, Y/n," Wanda lays next to you, stroking your hair. "You know I have to go."

"Please stay," your voice is barely audible because of the tight knot that has presented itself in your throat.

You don't mean to sound so desperate but you are tired and far too broken to pretend that you are okay.

Wanda wraps her arms around you as she continues to stroke your hair. She shushes you and whispers sweet words in your ear as your face presses against her bare chest.

It doesn't take long for you to fall into the depths of slumber once more.

The next time you wake up, Wanda is gone. The once warm sheets are now cold, holding another secret which costs you a piece of yourself.

The bitter taste has returned to your mouth once more as you get up to start your day.

It is long before most people will be getting up considering the party the night before. You pick out a loose t-shirt and some sweats so you can take advantage of the empty kitchen before anyone else gets up.

You start up the coffee machine and wait for it to heat, trying to find peace in this quiet morning. Just like all good things, it comes to an end, "Morning stranger," you hear the husky voice of your friend.

You try not to roll your eyes, knowing she would have some way of knowing even without seeing your face, "Looks like someone had some fun," Natasha says pointing out the marks on your neck. "What was her name?"

After you pour two mugs of the hot beverage you turn to face her with a tight-lipped smile, "Distraction," taking a small sip after.

The coffee is not strong enough to cover the distaste in your mouth.

"Okay, fine. Don't tell me," she says as she gets closer. "But I am glad you had some fun," Natasha says, rounding the island to pick up the mug you left for her.

You raise an eyebrow, "Don't I always?" Which Natasha scoffs at. "If you don't mind, I'm going to finish this in my room before our training."

As you walk back you hear a door open and close, figuring it will be Steve, you don't look up until you recognise the two voices.

You divert your attention from Vision as soon as you make contact with his synthetic blue eyes, your sluggish steps never stopping. The guilt creeps up the back of your throat, so you do your best to clear it.

Vision greets you first, "Good morning, agent Y/l/n." Who is followed by Wanda giving you a sweet smile, "Morning Y/n."

"Morning," you manage to get out as you brush past them. You make it to your room and swiftly close the door behind you.

Placing your coffee down on your desk, you lean over it taking a deep breath. Hot tears threaten to fall but you try with everything you have to push them down and control your breathing.

The lies are easy, you have always been good at telling them - when the drinking became too much and you were out getting whatever you could get your hands on to dull the ache that comes with being an Avenger, the lies would easily spill from your lips. It's keeping up the act that is the difficult part.

You know you shouldn't but you think about the inevitable; falling back into bed with Wanda again. You could call it an obsession at this point.

You just wish you were stronger, to be able to stay away from her but you know it is impossible. Because you are an addict and you will indulge for as long as she will let you.

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deoidesign · 9 months

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Hello I stumbled across your profile and I just say I love your art style! I've gotta ask, how'd your develop it? And do you have any advice for someone who can't decide what they want their art to look like?

Thank you so much!

To be entirely honest, I don't feel like I truly "developed" my style. I feel a lot more like I finally let myself draw it! But I am incredibly deliberate with my work, and I do have clear tendencies and preferences... So I'll do my best to explain how I got to where I am now as an artist.

It's important to remember that "style" is something of a nebulous concept. It changes with you as you grow as a person, and most artists can work in and emulate many art styles! Art really is a form of communication with yourself, and your "style" is a reflection of the tendencies and preferences you have. My art does not look how it looked 5 years ago, and my art will look different 5 years from now too. I've changed, and my art reflects that!

(2012, 2018, 2023; two pieces I remember being incredibly proud of and considered my best work up til that point, and then my most recent piece)

What you need to do, as everyone will tell you, is study the fundamentals (anatomy, perspective, form and structure, lighting and shadow, color, and composition) so you have the proper tools to make the most informed decisions possible about your art, and so you can deliberately break or follow rules as you please for your desired effect. I know it sounds silly to learn rules if you're not gonna be following them anyways, but they help you be much more consistent and intentional! More knowledge is NEVER a bad thing to have!

However, I know it's a bit demoralizing to just be told to study fundamentals. Everyone knows you're supposed to do that, but it takes YEARS to learn, and people want their art to feel how they want it to now (which is very very very normal to want!)

So on that front, I have 2 follow up suggestions that I personally find helpful (of course, everyone is different, so it's not like this is the only way to learn! But, if it resonates with you, it might mean it will work for you too.)

1: Separate study from application

I believe this is beneficial for a few reasons:

If the goal of every piece is learning, it can become frustrating, overwhelming, and boring

It's harder to self critique when there are multiple variables to investigate. I like to study one fundamental at a time

Study (usually) works best with a large quantity of output, whereas application of knowledge (finished pieces) is often more satisfying and effective when you get to take your time

Deliberate practical application of what you've learned in a finished piece helps cement the learning in your mind, and also lets you get satisfying finished pieces with noticeable improvement after a good study session!

I've found that keeping these things separate helps me improve faster and more deliberately, and it takes a lot of the pressure off of both aspects! I'm not worried about my studies looking beautiful, they're just to learn! And I don't feel pressured to critique my finished pieces, cause they're just for fun and to make something pretty. I personally find this helps me have a much healthier relationship with my art.

When studying, copy! Copy things as best as you can, all the time. It gives you something to compare to for self critique (and of course, if you're copying someone else's work and you share the study, ALWAYS give credit, share the original, and say it was for study.) In application, don't copy: reference. Make it yours!

2: Let yourself do the things that feel "easy" or like "cheating"

This one is simpler: nothing in art is easy.

If something feels easy to you, most of the time it's not because it's actually any easier... It's because it's part of your natural tendencies and preferences! This took me forever to realize, but as long as you're actually doing some study, then you're learning. You don't need to learn All The Time. When you're doing the "application" portion, you should let yourself do whatever is actually the most fun and feels easiest! This is where your style will start to come through, and where you get to learn about yourself. Take the pressure off, and have fun!!!

The only cheating in art is theft. If you're not stealing, then it's allowed!

My whole life (and yes, still!) I'd get regular criticism about both my style and my subject matter. You will too. You'll see a thousand different styles, and a hundred different things to admire in each. Your heart will ache that you don't draw like others do.

But art is a form of communication with yourself. It's like your voice, or your accent; just something that's a part of you! It can be fun to mimic others', but when you sit to have a conversation you speak naturally. (I know some people want to and do change their voice, but this is a metaphor and metaphors aren't perfect)

Don't stress so much about what you want your art to look like, especially if you're not sure. There's a lot of value to be had in constant experimentation, I think it'd be rather boring to only draw one style the rest of my life. What I draw is what I want to see, right now, for who I am now! It's a part of me and comes naturally, if I let it!

I hope this helps!

#justbrowsing1124 #asks #art tips #drawing advice #drawing tips #art advice #long post here sorry #long post #I could have gone on so so so so so so much more but this took me like 2 hours to write #and I've gotta go to bed! haha #so if you feel like something wasn't properly explained you can send a follow up ask and I'd be happy to elaborate #I love answering questions like this #sorry if it sounds a bit condescending I wrote the post for like... what would have helped me to hear when I was just starting out #so I wrote it basically for how I think would help I guess a kid #sorry about that. the content is still all what I think though #also I realize that i didn't really talk about like... my journey... at all here lol.#I guess if you wanna know my personal journey I'd love to get into it!#but i focused a lot more on the second part #cause yknow #that's kinda what my journey was internally anyways #but yknow no fun progress of my art with notes about what I was doing and why #but fuck that sounds fun if someone did wanna know about that LOL #I am VERY deliberate with my art I could legit analyze every piece #pretentious? maybe. do I care? not at all.#why make it if I dont have a reason?

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sleepingcup · 4 months

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"I care for you!"

Game: Reverse 1999 x Reader

Characters: Horropedia x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Fluff, Crushing on you, signs of Depression

Disclaimer: This is purely made for fun, be well aware of ooc and mistypings.

Summary: You just woke up from a harsh nightmare that you can't recover. Finding yourself to his arms for comfort.

The world is cruel in so many ways.

And so is dreams and nightmares.

Both are brutally cruel and it can be hard to breathe, you wonder why how does people deal with this bullshit everyday. It is like a cycle of repeat that has been replayed over and over again.

"..."

Finding yourself wandering in the halls, you check the place one by one not caring about what happens next you went to do your usual job in your own office adjusting paperwork and reports so it can put the others at ease.

Getting yourself a cup of hot water/coffee/tea you need to refresh yourself from the pain it can't fully help you thanks to the brain re-remembering the nightmare. Everything hurts but you think you got used to it.

While you are doing your early morning tasks you soon got a visitor that appear to your office quietly. Facing to the person it was your best friend, Joshua who just got himself some freshly cooked hashbrowns.

"Hey (y/n)! Surprised to see you here! Can't sleep is what you are going to reply?"

"...????"

You were a bit confused as to why he was here all of a sudden, seeing as he closed the door right behind him before going straight to you. He still kept that goofy smile that you so admired.

"Want a hashbrown?"

"... Sure, thanks..."

Horropedia gave you a share of the hashbrown before sitting across from you and watching you take a bite. You stare at him wondering what he was about to say, and yet you paused yourself before you open your mouth.

Soon it was his cue to share his ramblings to you about the horror movies he watched as you listened to him, you do secretly admit that Horropedia is pretty much the best person to talk about anything else to distract your mind. Before you are a bit annoyed at him, but he does grow on you one by one.

How...?

Simple.

Compared to him and his joyful personality, the rest of the people in the ST. Pavlov Foundation are extremely strict.

If you are in two sides of the story, Horropedia and a few others secretly disobey the foundation in a different scenario, the foundation on the other hand had to be strict and check things one at a time. 'Treat them right' is what they provide, and yet you envy the people who secretly disobey the foundation sometimes.

But that is not about the foundation itself no, the situation is right in front of you.

Your own best friend or crush so to say loves to bother you.

You are in a massive distress.

Two choices in mind and yet you knew the answer.

It did not affect the strictness of the foundation, after all. Love, Familiarity, Affection, and Health care are important. Being left alone to deal with the heaviest thoughts could lead to serious incidents.

"Hey, hello~? Earth to (y/n)?"

"!!!"

You snap out of your thoughts to see Horropedia right in front of you, but you noticed that his happy-go-lucky smiling face was turned to real worry.

"...I can tell.... You got a nightmare again aren't you?"

"!!"

You were to stunned to speak, as he sighs gently pinching the bridge of his nose.

"(y/n)... We have been best friends ever since we are both from the orphanage, I am no stranger to know that you had nightmare quite often, and THIS is the face you are showing?"

The tone he say was very serious, you were about to say something more but you felt his warm embrace, "I am worried about you (y/n)! Please remember that! I had to check up on you no matter if they take me away from you, sure it does sound very cheesy but I am making it as simple as possible..."

Your eyes met his before he made a gentle smile, "I care for you, (y/n)! Even if I don't see or show like it but I am telling the truth I just need to let you know that I need you here with me!"

It took moments and yet, your vision gets blurred.

Knowing what it was, you gently wipe your face, tears are falling from your eyes. Soon you found yourself near Joshua, your lips gently touching his chest as you feel his arms hugging you closer to him. Shaking in his arms you found yourself weak as he gently squeeze you tighter.

You can't help but to tell him what nightmare you encounter as he just listens to you not even bothered to interrupt you.

"You know, you getting those nightmares are purely concerning... Oh! I know! Lets go to my room and I will help you go to sleep by watching horror movies with me!"

"... But...won't tha-"

"Relax I can just let them know that you need a rest, its only fair considering you often overwork yourself to the bone!"

Hating to admit that he is right, you had no choice but to lean to his chest with a nuzzle, he soon gets your intention and gently takes care of you and your office before carrying you to his room. He soon puts you to your room to change and grab a blanket and you did what you were told, as a result you two were now in his room. Horropedia wraps you like a burrito and snuggles you the second he opens another horror movies. You watched with him cozied up with him, and yet you found yourself leaning on him more often till you closed your eyes.

All Horropedia can do was keep an eye on you, but he isn't planning on letting you go.

He does admit to himself that he had a crush on you ever since you saved him from being caught by the foundation and plus spending time with him.

Without you knowing he feels happy knowing that he gave you a kiss on the head hoping that your nightmares are gone.

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #horropedia #joshua #horropedia x reader #reverse 1999 horropedia

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 6 months

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Currently Watching - December

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 24.12.2023

A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

I am happy about gif-requests 🌼

Here you can find all of my gifs.

And if you want to show me something you think I might like, just let me know with #josistag

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in September with MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. 7 Days before Valentine (1/12 WeTV)

Hm... This was not what I expected. The acting was a little bit over the top. I don't know if I can stand Sunshine. The feeling this first episode gave me was kinda off. I don't know. Right now I don't know if I want to keep watching it.

2. BL Drama no Shuen ni Narimashita: Crank Up Hen (1/3 on Gaga)

This series gives me so much joy! I wasn't expecting this being so funny! It is hilarious, a little bit cringy, but for the right amount and not over the top. It is really a blast. The characters are lovable and the managers are the best 😂 I am really enjoying myself with this one.

3. Cherry Magic (3/12 on Youtube)

I love the japanese version and I try to not compare those two with each other. So far I am doing quite well. I liked the first epiosde. I like Tay as this absolutely whipped character. And for now I am hating GMMTV for a lousing contract and the Japan's network for copyright strinking the series so we international fans aren't able to watch the series anymore on legal sites...

4. Cityboy_Log (11/? on Youtube)

Soon-to-be Idols, actors and models vlog their days of photo shoots and meetups and how they fall in love with each other. It is surprisingly good and the acting is excellent. It really feels like a "real" vlog and that is what we are all here for. I really enjoy those four men on my screen.

5. Cooking Crush (2/12 on Youtube)

I have to admit beside Not Me, I am not the biggest fan of OffGun. Their slapstick humour is just not mine. I can't get the right feeling for this series right now. I will wait and see how it turns out with more episodes... Guess I'll drop this one soon if I am not watching the next episode and catch up on the already aired ones...

6. Dead Friend Forever (1/12 on iQiyi)

Do I like horror? Nope, not at all. But so far I had fun with the first episode. Everytime there was some suypence I just looked away and as long as there are no creepy sounds I am good. The plot gives such a typical highschool/college horror vibe and I kind of like it.

7. For Him (1/12 on iQiyi)

I don't know if I will keep up with this one. Actingwise it is not that bad. We have to wait a bit for a deeper story. Right now it is just friends with benefits and I really hope there is something more to come. But a safe-sex-policy! I like that. And I forgot about this one... Guess it was a little bit much these past weeks. I don't know if I'll drop this at the end of the month or not...

8. Last Twilight (8/12 on Youtube)

I got fucking emotional when Mhok read from The Little Prince and they had this whole big conversation through the book and I am in tears just thinking about it. The Little Prince is very special to me. The series is so soft and so good! The friendship that they build up, the trust between them, the looks, the tension! I love it! And Mhok is the biggest green flag, disguised as a red flag ever! He is the warmest person ever!

9. Pit Babe (7/13 on Youtube)

Ladies and Gentlemen! We have an Omegaverse! I am still in shock! I usually don't dive into the omegaverse, but I did read some webtoons. I am curious how they'll play it out. What the hell was this conversation about wanting kids? Is there mpreg? Why do I have to think about such stuff... It would be something different indeed. But perhaps they wanted to have some fun with us...

10. Playboyy (6/14 on Gaga)

I am intrigued! I needed to call my best friend and tell her about what I have seen. Not just the amount of sex and masturbation and wet dreams, but the way it is filmed. I am intruígued! It looks like a romantic dream combined with porn. It is so artsy and it feels like watching a ballet. In it the dance explains the plot and here the sex, the camera, the lightning and everything around the plot describe the plot. It is so good!

11. Sahara Sensei to Toki-kun (3/8 on Gaga)

Toki is a little bit over the top for me, a little bit too goofy, but the obverall first impression was not that bad. And to be honest who didn't have a crush on a teacher during their school time? Mine was my german teacher in 10th grade. He was young and he wore leather pants. He was cool and really good at his job. I loved learning at that time.

12. The Sign (6/12 on Youtube)

I am already in love with this series! Mystical elements, a good chemistry between the actors, some fighting, naked men... What else could I wish for... Oh yeah, and an accidental kiss 😂 But I still enjoyed it so much!

13. Twins (9/12 on Gaga)

I don't know what it is. The story is... nothing special. The acting is okayish. Sprite's/Zee's facial expression need some time to get used to. And yet, I like this show! It is one of my most anticipated watches of the week. I like First and I LOVE enemies to lovers 😅 It is one of my weak spots!

Finished in December

Series

1. Boys Like Boys (10/10 on Gaga)

This taiwanese dating show accompaniese eight men on their six days journey to find love. All the contestants were so lovable and nice and unique. I enjoyed this show very much! My romance-heart had been fed over the past weeks with this show and with the last episode it got a suger overdose 😅 Because this is a dating show and not a regular series, my rating is a little bit simpe. I liked it so it gets 10 out of 10 points.

2. Bake me please (6/6 on Gaga)

This series is so good! It gave me a good feeling over the weeks. Even though the drama in episode five was a little bit too manufactured and a bit too much, I enjoyed the show. It made my sundays something special and gave me a real warm feeling. I can just recommend it to watch (perhaps binge it while eating delicious cake and drink some hot chocolate). I will miss it! And I liked Ohm and Guide together! Peach was such a sweetheart and his smiles made me smile. Guy... I loved you, than I hated you and in the end I just liked you... You lost me in episode 5... Because it made me feel so good, I give it a 10 out of 10.

Movie

Short Film

Dropped/On-Hold in December

Looking forward to in December

I Feel You Linger in the Air Special: Scent of Memory - Trailer (Dec 17th)

Cherry Magic - Trailer (Dec 9th)

It's complicated - Trailer (Dec 14th)

Colorful Melody - Trailer (Dec 16th)

Dead Friend Forever - DFF - Teaser (Dec 23rd)

BL Drama no Shuen ni Narimashita: Crank Up Hen (Dec 24th)

1626 (Dec 24th)

Wuju Bakery - Teaser (Dec)

Night Dream - Teaser (Dec)

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jongseongsnudes · 2 years

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three.

warning; a jealous heeseung 💀 1.2k.

masterlist.

“i can’t come over tonight, i made plans.”

“that’s okay hee,” you reassure him over the phone, “we can do something another time.”

to say you weren’t a little disappointed would’ve been a lie. in fact, you had been looking forward to tonight for a couple of days now, the thought of spending time with heeseung made you giddy over and over.

ever since you two had become friends with benefits, heeseung had spent a lot of time at your apartment, of course for the benefits part of it. but it was always unplanned, always last minute or out of the blue. but tonight was planned. you had told him you craved of pasta one night after sex and he suggested that he’d cook it for you that weekend. today.

you didn’t want to see it more than it should’ve meant. two friends hanging out. friends, right? outside of sex, heeseung saw you as a friend... right?

but why did he go and make plans even though you and him had plans already?

“yeah. see you.”

and the line goes quiet, indicating that he had hung up. you sigh at the way he suddenly sounded so distant, a stark contrast from when he’d hold you in bed, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while leaving trails of soft kisses along your skin.

that seemed like a whole different lee heeseung compared to this cold one.

*ring ring ring*

“eunji?” you pick up your ringing phone to the sound of your friend cheerfully screaming your name on the other end, “please don’t tell me you’re drunk already eunji. it’s only 7pm.”

“excuse me. i am not drunk...” she burps, completely contradicting herself, “but... can you come here to pick me up... i’m kinda tipsy.”

and before you knew it, you found yourself walking through the crowded hallway of a very popular bar about 20 minutes away from your apartment. of course you didn’t want to go but the thought of your best friend being drunk and potentially getting taken advantage of had you right out your front door.

“i’m not drunk,” your friend giggles once you find her along with two guys at the bar, “i just wanted you to come out. you’re always cooped up in that apartment of yours bestie, have some fun.”

imagine if she knew you were sleeping with the campus’ hottest boy...

you shrug and decide to stay, since you were here now anyway. eunji immediately introduces you to one of the guys she was with. yeonjun was his name, a rather handsome boy that was one year older and also attended your uni.

at first you felt a little shy in front of the handsome boy but his easy going personality and million dollar smile had you at ease in no time. to your surprise, the boy kept his entire attention on you for most of the night instead of the many, many beautiful girls that kept approaching him throughout.

you somehow end up on the dance floor with him, the two of you swaying around, having fun with not much thought. you were usually so awkward, never one to be dancing so freely with a stranger but the three alcoholic drinks you had earlier must’ve had its effect on you.

“you’re so pretty,” yeonjun screams out in an attempt to be heard over the music, making you giggle. he then leans in right towards your ear, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to bring you against him and away from dancing strangers. “i’m glad eunji introduced us tonight.”

you were thankful for how dark the club was because knowing you, your cheeks would’ve been as bright as a tomato by now. just as you turn your head away out of embarrassment to his words, your eyes spot a rather familiar face in the crowd.

lee heeseung. and two scantily dressed female friends. the people he ditched you for.

at first you thought maybe you were seeing things until his eyes locked onto yours, holding your gaze for several long moments. he then glances over to the tall boy before you, eyes staring daggers into yeonjun’s face before going back to you. unsure of how to react, you pull him back towards the bar where eunji and her date were long gone.

“hey i need to use the bathroom, are you okay to stay here?” yeonjun asks and you quickly nod, “okay. i’ll be quick.”

as you wait at the bar for the man, you can’t help but think of heeseung and his friends. you wanted to say you weren’t the tiniest bothered by it... but you were.

“what are you doing here?” a deep voice echoed into your ear as you felt an arm go around your waist rather roughly, pulling you into their body with much force. the person’s familiar scent and cologne immediately puts you at ease because you knew exactly who it was.

“heeseung...”

“why are you here with choi yeonjun?” he asks with rather distaste in his tone, his arms squeezing more at your waist, “how do you know him?”

“he’s my friend’s friend... i only met him tonight. heeseung-”

“so you don’t know him. good. lets go.”

the frustrated, handsome man doesn’t even wait for your response before he takes hold of your wrist and pulls you towards the exit.

the sudden gush of strong wind was an instant reminder that you had left your coat inside the club. unfortunately, the thin material of your dress was in no way warm enough for this cold, winter night. but what could you do now, especially with such an irritated heeseung leading you straight for his parked car on the side of the curb.

once letting you into the passenger side, heeseung also joins you in the driver’s seat, his face still unpleasant but you’re really unsure why at this point. did you do something wrong?

finally noticing that you were shaking in your seat, heeseung slides off his coat and places it over you, almost covering your entire body.

“i thought you didn’t have plans tonight? what are you doing at the club?” he suddenly asks you after all the silence.

“i only stopped by to help eunji because she said she was drunk... but... why do you seem so angry hee?”

“i’m not angry,” although his tone is much calmer than before, it was still obvious from his dark expression that he was unhappy about something that you just couldn’t pin point. this was a heeseung you were definitely not used to.

“okay... i can get home myself from here if you’re... you’re busy with your friends.”

with such a lack of response from him, you ultimately decide it was best to leave on your own accord. just as you reach out to open the door, a hand suddenly clasps around your wrist, stopping you.

the sudden silence that fills the car makes you slightly nervous for some reason, especially when the handsome man was now staring directly at you. his mouth is slightly agape, lustful eyes similar to the ones he’d look down at you with in bed... when he’s holding you, kissing you.

“no, lets go home together.”

end.

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iloveyouemanuelmarco · 2 months

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Hmm, I've been thinking(Okay so for context, for all my life up to now aka since being born technically, I was raised into a family household that believed in Christianity but mostly leaned towards the Catholicism parts of such since I've heard there are many different types of people of faith with all different names and traditions, customs and cultures of said interest and everything which I think is pretty cool in its own right atleast but anyways- From what I can remember from being apart of my small and average main family system, my mom along with my grandmother from her side of relatives and such, are seemingly the most passionate and active in the church when compared to my dad. My father isn't hateful about such beliefs nor is he even considered an aethetist or agnostic, but he hasn't been following many of the typical "rules" or societal normaly that is considered when being apart of said group. For example, while my mom and grandma go to church every Sunday whenever they can so they can worship our lord and savior of God and his son, Jesus Christ, my dad is often uninterested in traveling to make the literal 5-10 minute journey though he mostly stays inside anyways watching old movies from different foreign countries sooo(No hate to him by the way, if it pleases him then I hope he has fun doing that^^). I'll admit, while I do make attempts to go with my mom, I often find myself unable to due to disinterest, but it's not disinterest in him ofcourse. I would never ad I love him very much and always have, but it feels like even though I do care about our Holy Father and that I haven't directly rejected him, my current daily life atleast as of lately has been feeling like I have currently abandoned him somehow or that I have somehow drifted away from the right path and have become deaf to his word. It honestly makes me very upset since I should be more loyal and honest to him now that I think about it. I used to be such a happy little girl who would pray every day in the morning before school and at every night before bed. I used to go to a private religious catholic school where I would go to church there sometimes too(half of the time it was mandatory on certain days during the hours but still)and even if I didn't understand everything due to my young age, I would quietly sit and listen I'm an attempt to learn more about the holy scriptures and such with my classmates and the other students from different grades/ages. I used to prepare for the moments during one's usual journey, being excited that I would become closer to God by wearing my white dress and getting baptized with other certain selected students(I don't remember what the specific event was called but I remember it being very important to me at the time)and I don't know...I sorta miss it. I miss being so happy and careless of all my anxieties but now I am stuck here...I don't want to stray away from God's love any longer, I don't want my true reality to break away because it makes me afraid of if I somehow commit some sort of unforgivable sin that'll destroy any sense of humanity I have left...(I know that sounds dramatic but please. I am really trying to make a solid attempt at explaining all of this right now so as complex as it may seem, keep in mind that my brain is starting to function again for once in the dying light that is my empty and boring life that while I am still grateful for, has been causing me much hurt and pain in so many ways). Currently I am a 16 year old eurocentric and privileged middle-class white-latino feminine presenting person who is actually a member of the LGBTQIA+ and neurodivergent community too according to doctors/psychiatrists or something(I don't know, that's what my dad has said since my late diagnosis at 12 which is that even late?? It's so confusing at times ughh but that's just how it is I guess haha).

On the internet, specifically here and on the couple of social media platforms that I publicly have, I have used these safe spaces to more accurately and honestly express myself when it comes to my identity not only when it comes to sexuality and gender but also with the intersectionality of my race and ethnicity, my hobbies, interests and talents, my wants and needs and etc. I have said before that I am a privileged and middle-class eurocentric 16 year old white-latino feminine person in real life but actually wants to present as more of who I am being a bisexual(male preference having)aceflux female to male transgender person who to be honest is probably more of a mostly male but still bigender or genderfluid person since I still feel connected to growing up in perceived girlhood but I don't know yet...who does know though at that point???Pfttt...I don't hate my body and I know God made me beautiful in my own way just like all the other unique people he created all through out the history of the planet Earth, but sometimes it can be hard since I think the most queer people see me as is just maybe a bisexual cis girl who might be on the asexual spectrum???I hope I am making some sort of sense with my explanation...somehow so with all that being said, I guess I've had some sort of short epiphany in my brain where I've realized something important for me that I've almost forgotten. I need to actively take steps to come back to God and I know somewhat of how to do it but I would appreciate a little more help from others with more expertise aka experience for those who don't have a big and fancy vocabulary in their inner-mind library haha- I do sincerly apologize if I have caused genuine annoyance for anyone with this post for whatever reason as my normal posts are coming back soon once I get back online but for now, I need to go study and do more research on how I can save myself and others for when he comes again. I know it sounds scary but it's actually wonderful so please don't be scared of him, because he loves us all no matter what and nothing can turn us away from him. Worship him and confess your sins because it's good to be honest and he loves you, after all he knows you best like you know yourself since he created the beautiful building of love and passion got the world that is your soul. It's never to late to choose him and to spread the good word of the gospel<3. Please stay safe and have a good day or night wherever you are and thank you if you've read the entire paragraphs of rambles I've written haha. I really do appreciate your support whether it be here, there or anywhere else!!:)You must keep surviving for you and I, for us and eachother but also for him too...

Also P.S: Hope you guys don't mind but I'm gonna put a nice scenery image here since I like being calmed down and enjoy embracing the beauty of nature, especially when we're lucky enough as humans to photograph the right moments atleast!!Other animals sadly only get to enjoy it in the moment which can be too fast since they're constantly needing to survive actively♡.

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I rewatched The Sword of Life and Death and was once again charmed that Sha Wu Sheng refers to Lin Xue Ya as "Gale" (Ryō in the Japanese dub) which is simultaneously formal and informal in equal measure. It's the short form of Lin's art name, Ryō Fū Setsujin, which the official English subs translate as "The Enigmatic Gale".

Just for fun, I went and looked at the kanji to see what I could learn. Caveat: not a native speaker, just playing around with a JP dictionary; there's probably other subtleties in Mandarin that I am not aware of.

Anyway, Ryō Fū Setsujin is written out as 掠風竊塵, which Wikipedia translates as "Thief of the Wind Dust", but as you can probably imagine, it's a bit more complicated than that.

The first character, 掠, means "pillage" or "rob". It's usually used in compounds, but standing on its own, it's one of the Eight Principles of Yong, referring to specific kinds of calligraphy strokes, all of which are embodied in the character for "eternity" 永 (pronounced yong in Chinese). In the Tang Dynasty, 掠 was known as lüè or 'skim' (among other names); it's the sixth stroke, the sweeping curve at the bottom of the leftmost piece of the character. It's supposed to be drawn quickly, as if skating over the surface.

This dual meaning is preserved in the Japanese verb, 掠める, which means "to steal" but it can also mean "to deceive" or "to touch lightly", "appear or disappear quickly", "to do something while no one is looking" or "to hint and insinuate". In other words, Lin's character in a nutshell.

In English, I'd be tempted to take advantage of the multiple meanings of "skim" ("remove something from liquid" and "embezzle money") and say Sha is calling Lin "Skimmer", which is a little awkward but is also the name of a shorebird, which is fitting since they both have bird motifs. It would also emphasize the transitory nature of their relationship, where Lin is just "passing through" as will as his thieving nature. Skimmers also have a big mouth with the lower beak significantly larger than the top, which is funny because Lin is always talking! Unfortunately, there aren't any species native to China, but Rynchops albicollis can be found further south in Asia, and this is a fantasy world with dragons and monsters, so I'll allow it. "Skimmer" is also slightly classier (and more polite) than a more literal translation like "Thief"; alas, it doesn't fit as well when you add in the rest of the phrase back in.

風 is literally "wind", but with a secondary meaning of "manner" (compare with the English "air", which also has this dual sense). This is partly where Crunchyroll gets "Gale", which I like because Lin is a whirlwind pulling everyone along in his wake.

竊 is "steal, secret, private, hushed" - so once again, we have the thieving aspect coupled with the secrecy, in keeping with Lin's propensity for stealing non-tangible objects and the veil of mystery he operates under. This is where the "Enigmatic" part comes in.

塵 is "dust, trash, garbage" - "Dust" is obviously the more poetic term here, but I personally like the image of Lin as crow ruffling through a dumpster in search of garbage; it suits him. There's a kind of mocking element here; the things Lin steals are worthless in the monetary sense, but they are what his targets value the most, and Lin grinds his victims in the dirt by taking them away. Coupled with the wind imagery, it makes it sound like Lin is a dust devil, kicking up dirt as he goes--conveniently taking us back to "Gale" again. I also appreciate how we now have "trashy" to contrast with the implied elegance elsewhere in the construction.

As you can see, 掠風竊塵 is very challenging to translate succinctly into English; "Thief of Wind Dust" is very literal and covers all the bases ("thief" representing two different characters, lol), while "Enigmatic Gale" is less literal but more poetic in English, and does a better job of capturing the "coolness" inherent in the original. But there's also a lot of subtleties that I wasn't previously aware of; taken together, 掠風竊塵 basically screams "this is a charming but sketchy dude you should not trust", the effect of which is unfortunately lost somewhat in translation.

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chvnnie · 2 years

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Call Me When You’re Sober

lee minho x reader

part 2/8 - come on fuck me emo boy. find the playlist here

word count: 3.1k

genre: smut, SO. MUCH. ANGST. MINORS DNI

warnings: toxic relationship on both ends, mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol, verbal fights, oral (f receiving), restraints (belt), use of a gag, choking, unprotected sex (do i have to say it), referred to and called a toy, HEAVY THEMES: MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE. IT’S BREIF BUT STILL THERE. it’s just really sad at the end. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW

summary: the line that divides love and hate is so blurry when it comes to minho.

a/n: this is my first time really writing angst, so have fun experiencing this with me. i promise next week we’ll get a break from angst and heavier themes/topics. as sad as this is, i really hope you like this. i’m really experimenting as an author with this series, so any feedback is appreciated.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee minho as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

series taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @fthan, @chaitae-bae, @cloudyybinin, @lix001, @mmminhooo, @dnadoublefelixx, @whatudowhennooneseesyou, @cyder-puff - to be added, please comment or send an ask.

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The electricity had gone out hours ago. Weather channels had predicted a storm of this intensity for weeks, yet you brushed it off. There was no need for candles, no need for coolers to keep perishables safe, or power banks for charge electronics. Now, at 3:00 am, you realized the weight of your mistake.

You were squatted in front of the fireplace, still shivering even with the combined heat of the bright fire and the blanket you were wrapped in. Sleep was beckoning you, eyes growing heavier as each second passed, but you couldn’t. You had tried, hours ago, but the fear of the fire growing out of control kept you up and focused on the dancing orange flames.

And, Minho wasn’t home.

It wasn’t unusual at this point - most nights he didn’t come home, and if he did, he was too drunk to talk to. The nights he did come home were filled with fights, screaming at each other until your voices were raw and your eyes burned with salty tears. He had been home every night this week, which meant your voice was nonexistent.

The storm made you realize you couldn’t take it anymore. Before it knocked the power off, you were sobbing in the master bedroom, folding your clothes into suitcases. It was painful, packing a life once comparable to paradise away, but you couldn’t pretend like what this had become was an acceptable replacement.

What was once a paradise was now a hell. For both you and Minho.

The lock on the front door clicked, but you didn’t turn your head towards the noise. It wouldn’t be a new sight; Minho stumbling in, keys hitting the breakfast nook table with a loud thud. He would kick off his shoes, mumbling about how tight they felt before throwing them haphazardly at the shoe rack by the door. Once his slippers were on, he would drag himself to the kitchen and get a glass of water, refilling it as many times as he wanted before stumbling out and heading to bed.

Unsurprisingly, tonight wasn’t any different. You don’t even think he noticed the lack of electricity. He filled up his glass six times before you heard it hit the sink, Minho sighing as he left the kitchen.

He stopped when saw you in front of the fire.

“Why are you up?” His words weren’t slurred. Good. Not as drunk as he usually was when he came home.

“The storm. Couldn’t sleep.” You refused to look at him, new tears welling up from the sound of his voice.

Minho sighed, running his fingers through his hair before looking out the window. “How long has our electricity been out?”

You shrugged. “A few hours. I don’t know.”

You could practically hear him roll his eyes. “You don’t know when it went out? How am I supposed to file a claim with the electric company if you can’t remember?”

“I was busy. Excuse me for not noticing the time.”

“Busy with what?”

You didn’t answer, lips quivering as you attempted to hold your sobs in. You brought your knees closer to your chest, attempting to make yourself smaller. Maybe if you curled yourself up more, you would disappear into the air. Maybe then you wouldn’t have to tell him you were leaving in the morning.

“Busy with what?” He asked again, voice laced with impatience.

“Do we have to do this now, Minho-“

“Why not? We’re both awake. What were you busy with?”

You snapped your head up, finally making eye contact with your boyfriend. His hair was a mess, slightly wet from the rain and sticking up in different directions. His clothes looked intact for the most part; the black button down he wore out was still tucked in, his leather jacket looked clean and unstained. The white bunny slippers were such a contrast that you almost wanted to laugh - Minho wasn’t as intimidating and tough as everyone thought. If it was months ago, you would’ve laughed, poking fun at his tough exterior when he was nothing but a big softy. He would have probably laughed too, playfully threatening you before kissing you to shut you up.

He wouldn’t now, just like you wouldn’t make that joke.

“Can we please not do this?” Your voice was breaking, tears glowing in the light of the fire. “We can fight in the morning, Minho. Just please, let it be for tonight.”

You watched his chest as he took deep breaths, steadying himself before he answered. “Fine. Not tonight. Are you coming to bed?”

“It’s cold upstairs. I’ll probably sleep on the couch tonight.”

It wasn’t necessarily a lie - it was cold upstairs, but sleeping in the living room made it easier to sneak out in the morning.

Minho hummed, making his way to the large sectional before plopping down. He shimmed his jacket off, tossing it over the armrest before lying down on the couch.

Was he sleeping out here too?

“Well?” Minho asked as he worked on the buttons of his shirt. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Are you sleeping down here, too?”

“You said it was cold upstairs. Why would I want to sleep up there?”

The two of you stared at each other, eyes red and swollen for different reasons. When you didn’t answer immediately, Minho clicked his tongue and began to get up.

“You don’t want me down here with you. Fine.” He mumbled, grabbing his jacket. “I’ll go sleep in the ice box, I guess.”

“Minho, it’s not that-“

“Then what is it?” He snapped, fully facing you. “You’ve been avoiding me this entire week, even though I’ve come home every single night. What has made you so fucking miserable that you can’t even look at me anymore?”

You stood up, dropping your blanket on the ground. Even though the height difference wasn’t much, when you and Minho fought, it always felt like he towered over you. Looking at you with silted eyes, which were dark with anger and intoxication, face completely impassive as he stared at you like you weren’t worthy enough of his presence.

It broke your heart every time.

“You want to talk about avoiding each other? You can’t even come home to me if you’re not drunk. You don’t call me during the day, or talk to me-“

“That’s not true.“

“Oh, really? Then what were you doing tonight, Minho? Just fucking around at the studio, all night?” You scoffed. “Yeah, that totally explains why the living room reeks of gin.”

“Because you’re so innocent.” He snapped, walking towards you and forcing you against the cold window. “What about everything you’ve done, hm? Sure, I might come home to you drunk, but at least I didn’t flee the country with your best friend for a month. Or were those photos of you getting fucked by him photoshopped?”

“Shut up.” You grunted, fists pounding against his shoulders in attempt to wiggle free from the cage he put you in. A hand shot up, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger and effectively stilling you.

“I just have one question, baby.” Minho’s tone dropped, voice eerie and dripping with lust as he leaned in, lips brushing against your ear. “Did he fuck you as good as I do?”

He nipped at your ear, catching the lobe and pulling it down. Your fist unraveled, now clutching onto his dress shirt as he released your ear. Minho pulled back, eyes boring into yours as his other hand slid up your shirt. Nothing about Minho was gentle, especially when he was drunk or angry. When he was both, he was brutal, using you as if you were just a toy for him.

And as much as he’s hurt you and left you broken, you couldn’t help but fall at his feet when he acted like this.

His nails dug into your skin, slowly scratching up your chest until he stopped between your breasts.

“I don’t think his touch felt this good…” his voice was low and dangerous like the nails now scratching the soft mound of your left breast, digging deeper the closer he got to the nipple. “Or made your heart pound like this.”

His nails ran across your hardened nipple, eyes focused on the way the feeling made you shudder. An evil smirked played on his lips, slowly scratching back across to make you fall apart even more.

Minho closed the space between your faces, lips hovering inches above yours. Your mouth salivated from the anticipation of his taste. He was the perfect combination of sweet like pineapple, but salty like the ocean. With the hints of gin that were likely still dancing on his tongue, you had no doubt that even the smallest kiss would make you putty in his hands.

But when you subconsciously tried to close the gap, Minho moved his head back, dark chuckles making your face flush in embarrassment.

“Don’t forget, darling.” The scratches on your chest stopped, only to be replaced by Minho pinching your nipple, tugging on it just enough to be slightly painful. Your shoulders hit the cold glass window as your back arched, your middles meeting and softly grinding. “I’m the one who taught you what feels good. I’m the one who made you like this. Nobody can make you feel as good as I can.”

It was then that he kissed you, tongue diving down your throat. He swallowed up every sound you made - every strained moan or wet whine, Minho took all of it without complaint. Your hands gripped at his dress shirt, pulling his chest to yours so that you were completely molded together. One.

Something you hadn’t been in a while.

Grabby hands tore at each other’s clothes. The buttons on Minho’s shirt clattered to the floor, the sounds of your crop top ripping lost in the rhythm of your moans. Once you both were bare from the waist up, Minho moved his hands to your yoga pants and pulled away from your lips. He squatted, face in front of your core, staring up at you as he pushed the tight material down.

The smell of you greeted his nostrils, and you watched as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re drenched.” When your pants reached your thighs, it appeared that Minho had lost his patience, deciding to attack your clothed cunt.

The sound of your slick and his tongue, with only the lace as a barrier between the two was sinful. Overwhelming. It made your thighs clench together, Minho’s head crushed in between them. But it was clear he didn’t give a fuck, quickly grasping the outer edges of your thighs to keep you in place. When you moaned, so did he, the sound vibrating through your lower body.

“Min.” You whined, fingers intertwining with his brown locks. “Please. Want to feel more of you-“

At your request, Minho’s hands wrapped around your body, one squeezing your ass while the other slapped it hard enough for it to tingle.

“Shut up.” He had pulled back just enough so you could hear the warning in his voice, tongue still flicking at your slit. “And let me do my fucking job.”

Minho never let up - refusing to remove your panties or use his fingers. He looked up at you as you squirm, silently begging in the form of whimpers. It made you so incredibly annoyed how well he knew your body. How he could bring you to the brink of orgasm with his tongue alone, even with clothing stunting it.

So it was no surprise that he knew you were about to cum. He taught you your tells. The way your body shook only at the hips, eyes rolling so far back all you could see was black, the whimpers that sounded almost like the meow of a cat falling from your lips. Minho knew what they were before you did, so when he felt your hips begin to quiver, he quickly pulled back.

It shouldn’t be surprising that he pulled back at the last possible second, but you still couldn’t help but fuss, fist clenching as you banged them mildly against the window.

“Stop fucking crying.” Minho said as he peeled both your pants and underwear off. “It’s annoying.”

“You’re annoying.” You whined, eyes focused on the ceiling.

He stood up, laughing as he undid his belt. The malice and lack of sympathy behind that laugh made your body shiver. You were almost scared of him, of what he would do to you tonight.

But that made it so much better.

The belt was off his waist and around your wrists in less than ten seconds. Minho tightened it until he heard you whine, only stopping when you cried out. He slammed the bound wrists above your head, the metal of the belt buckle hitting the window and echoing throughout the room.

Minho grabbed the base of his cock with his free hand, slowly pushing the tip inside you. “You wanna cry about something?” His slid into you, hips moving at a snail's pace to make sure you could feel every ridge of his cock. “I’ll give you something to cry about.”

That’s when he bottomed out without warning, not bothering to stretch you out the rest of the way. Your mouth fell open, but before even the smallest moan could slip through, Minho shoved your ruined panties down your throat. He pushed them all the way back, only stopping when you began to gag around them.

The pace he set was brutal, only pulling out to mid-shaft before shoving back in with more pressure than the thrust before. Every time a muffled whine fell from you, he went harder, faster. As if he wouldn’t be satisfied until you were actively sobbing with his cock inside you.

And knowing Minho, that very well might be his goal.

“You look so fucking pretty like this.” He grunted as a hand found your throat, squeezing it gently. He locked eyes with you, waiting for your consent. When you gave a brief nod, he immediately tightened his grip. His thumb flicked up, wiping up a bit of drool that was rolling down your chin. “Crying and drooling, and silent. God, you’re the perfect little toy, aren’t you?”

The praise was condescending, but enough to make you nod your head quickly. All you wanted was to cum, to feel good for the first time in days.

As mean as he’s been lately, Minho always made sure you ascended around his cock.

You watched as his wet his lip with his tongue, teeth pulling it in when it was damp. His eyebrows furled, nose scrunched. His breaths were more of huffs, coming out hot and fast.

When he taught you your tells, he also made sure you knew his.

You pushed your hips up, centers knocking together. Minho glared at you, moving the hand from your throat to take the panties out of your mouth.

“What?” He hissed, hard demeanor slowly beginning to fall.

“Cum. Cum.” You panted, unable to say anything else.

“Oh? Me, or you baby?”

Your body was so close to giving out. The leather of his belt bit into you in the most uncomfortable way, your throat raw from the combination of your panties and his grip. But, somehow, with the most pathetic tone, you croaked out: “Both.”

Minho didn’t have enough in him to edge you, or himself more. In fact, he didn’t even verbally respond. He slammed into you harder, pubic bone pressing into your clit just enough to send you over the edge. When he felt you clench, your orgasm coming to life, Minho spilled inside you. His head fell back as he groaned, fucking every last bit of him into you.

He pulled out of you slowly, gentle hands bringing your wrists down. Minho laid his head on your shoulder as he undid his belt, letting it fall to the ground between you two. Once free of restraints, you fell limp against him. Minho gathered you in his arms, moving the two of you back in front of the fireplace. It was almost comforting - the warmth of the fire and his body lulling you into a sense of security.

Almost.

You sat across from each other, naked and covered in each other’s essence. Minho held your wrists in his hands, gently rubbing lotion onto the bruising skin.

The question left your lips before you could consider it.

“When did you fall out of love with me?”

Minho paused, thumbs pressing into your wrists. You were sure he could feel your pulse, relaxed but fast. He stared at the space in between you, eyes focused on a certain spot on the rug. The fire reflected his eyes, showing the tears that were beginning to build up.

“You didn’t help me build the crib.” His voice was a whisper, almost getting lost in the crackling of the fire. “Which was fine, you didn’t have to help.” Minho looked up to meet your eyes, a single tear breaking free. “But you didn’t help me tear it down, either.”

You took a deep breath, the exhale making you shudder. “I’m-“

“Please.” He said, words catching in his throat. “Don’t. It’s not your fault.”

Silence took over again. Minho continued to massage your wrists, tears falling onto your cold skin and mixing in with the lotion.

“What about you?” He didn’t look up as he spoke.

You focused on the way his thumbs moved. The lotion was absorbed by now, but Minho refused to stop the massaging movement. It made it harder to speak, even though you were the one who prompted this conversation.

“You stopped coming home.”

There was nothing else that needed to be said. Minho tightened his grip on your wrist, gently pulling you into his body. You let him hold you close, his chin resting against your shoulder while you nuzzled into his neck.

“Ju-Just let me hold you.” His voice cracked, sniffling as he let himself succumb to the emotions. “One last time before you leave.”

You tightened your arms around him in response, clinging onto his body. Skin to skin, molded together. One body as you held each other for the final time.

You never hated Minho. He never hated you. You had both loved a love that was too powerful, too much for this tiny planet you called home. It was bright and beautiful, shining brighter than any sun in all of eternity.

And when you fell out of it, everything broke like lightning in a thunderstorm. Including the two of you.

©: chvnnie 2022

#skz smut #stray kids smut #emo bf!skz chvnnie #lee know smut #lee minho smut #minho smut #lee know angst #lee minho angst #minho angst #skz angst #stray kids anniversary

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Noona! Please! Help! - Part 1

Fandom: BTS Characters: Younger Brothers BTS and Elder Sister Narrator Genre: A Little Dramatic and A Little Comedic Word Count: 1.7K Words Warning: Mention of BTS crackhead behaviors (I mean, why not? We all love their crackheadness), sickness, economic crisis, broken family, mention of emotional abuse, characters death etc. Note: It’s a siblings AU story of BTS with the narrator as their elder sister. I tried to write something different from what I usually write about. I had fun making this. Hope it makes you feel good too. Happy Reading Everyone :)

Summary: Her little brothers can’t attend to a single task without her help. Be it a dance competition or asking out a girl for a date, they always seem to be finding everything too hard to go through without her by their side. ‘Our lucky charm’; that’s what they like to call her. But what if she turns out to be a misfortune in different situations in one single day?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - More to come

Prologue:

I always wonder when Ma said that she wanted a big family the day Pa had asked her to marry him, if she had really meant it like a family of ten people. But one thing was clear. Pa took her words to his heart and fulfilled her dream without compromise.

The struggle of being the elder sister of seven messy and chaotic brothers can be something impossible to even imagine. Especially if you are growing up in a household where both your parents are too sweet to ever scold their children.

I wish I could be that person who can easily punish her younger siblings when they misbehave. But alas! God had other plans. He made sure that my seven precious brothers were treated kindly by my parents to the point of being spoiled.

Now don’t get the wrong idea. My brothers are not all spoiled brats. In fact, most of them grew up to be gentlemen. At least, in front of the people that matters. But when they are home together with no one to supervise them, they are the biggest crackheads to ever exist.

Even if they give me headaches that are almost similar to that of the migraine pain my best friend suffers from (I said ‘almost’ because no pain compares to her evil migraine, trust me!) the moment I look into their eyes, I can’t bring myself to be mean. I think they have somehow mastered the art of creating the most innocent puppy eyes that melts my heart within seconds.

I think I am giving you the wrong idea all along. It's actually because I can’t express my frustration with my naughty angels in real life. So, it is making me pour out all the complaints here in texts all at once. Maybe it's time for a proper chronological introduction of them. And I will not make you wait any longer.

Kim Seok Jin:

The eldest and the handsomest, as he likes to be called, is none other than our Kim Seok Jin. “Just call me Jin. It sounds cool.” as our prince had once said. So, it had been maintained by everyone without a word. After all, he’s the hyung of the pack.

Three years younger than me, acts like the maknae more than the maknae does himself, Jin never fails to crack a joke at every family event. His sense of humor is unlike any other. No one would agree that his dad jokes are ever really funny. But you would never catch them not laughing even whenever Jin made one of his lamest jokes. My personal belief is that the mystery lies within Jin’s own laughing sound.

Kim Yoon Gi:

The only one who dares not to laugh, when the others are ready to roll on the ground, is our second eldest hyung, Yoongi. He even managed to come into this world as early as possible after Jin so that only nine months is their age difference.

My grandma used to tell a touching story of how my mother had lost her beloved cat during her pregnancy when she carried Yoongi. That’s how he ended up getting her cat’s name. Yoongi lives up to his name too. He looks like a cat, acts like a cat and I feel that he even thinks like a cat.

Kim Ho Seok:

Oldest by only seven minutes among the first set of twins mother gave birth to, Hoseok is the sunshine of our family. His bright spirit and reckless laugh puts everyone at ease. It is as if he had taken the responsibility of always keeping the good vibes in the family.

However, his angry side is just as scary. Nobody wants to deal with an angry Hoseok. Nobody! Not Jin, not me, not even Ma and Pa.

Kim Nam Joon:

Hoseok’s twin Namjoon is the brain of the team. Who said that it is always the middle child who gets ignored all the time? Namjoon proves every single one of them wrong. It is always Namjoon who comes to the conversation first whenever a relative of ours asks about us.

With all that demeanor like an older child, both physically and mentally, Namjoon still has a very childish side of him. That child is the God of destruction who breaks everything it touches. These contradictory qualities had earned him his nickname, ‘Giant-baby’.

Kim Ji Min:

The second set of twins produced Jimin as the oldest. Jimin, the comforter. Jimin, the lovely. And definitely Jimin, the flirt.

If cringe could be a person, he would be Jimin. He never shies away from his emotions. “Did I mention that I love you?” is something you would often hear him say. Even though others pretend to throw up at his words of affirmations, they have to agree that they can’t help liking it secretly.

Kim Taehyung:

Jimin’s soulmate, born with a face of a Greek God, Kim Taehyung runs the fashion industry in our home. “That lipstick doesn’t suit your eye makeup” , “The shoes made your whole fit cheap”, “Try to wear that and everyone will think you’re going through a breakup.” Taehyung doesn’t care to point them out.

Taehyung lives in his own world. Not in his mind exactly. I think it is an invisible world that coexists with ours. Because most of the time, we question his behavior and sometimes his sanity too.

Kim Jungkook:

The golden maknae, also the only one having a two years age difference with his closest elder hyung, is our bunny boy Jungkook. At first sight, everyone would think he’s the high school heartthrob. But once you get to know him, you’ll know how shy he is in front of strangers.

Whatever shyness he has in him, he uses them all outside our home. Because inside it’s always, “Party! Party! Yeah!” And that party is always him alone in his room doing karaoke till it's 3 in the morning. But who’s to scold him for that?

The reason behind each of their varying personalities, I believe, is because we grew up in different households as children. Is it even surprising? Do you think it is really possible for two people to take care of eight kids without help? The answer to this question may be a little complicated.

But my parents were determined to raise their kids by themselves so that none of them ever feels left out. And they did it too, for almost 8 years. But Ma fell ill right after giving birth to Jungkook. And Pa was having some financial crisis at the same time. As it has been said 'Bad things come in threes', Jungkook was born with some complications.

So, Pa had to focus on him and him alone. It was still hard for Pa to do it without Ma by his side. That's when I decided to take charge of taking care of the youngest while Pa looked after Ma and his business. I know I was only 8 years old at the time, but our situation had forced me to be more mature than that.

After some discussions on our wellbeing and the family's economic condition, Ma and Pa decided to keep Jungkook and me only. They told me that it was only for the time being and that they would bring everyone together as soon as they could.

Poor Jimin and Taehyung had no idea when they were sent to live with Granma and Granpa. I learned later that little Tae had continually cried for days and Jimin had grown too quiet for a two year old.

Namjoon and Hoseok were sent to stay with Ma's elder sister, her husband and her little daughter who was just about the age of the twins. As far as the report went, I'm positive that among all my brothers they got to stay a little happier away from home.

The one who suffered the most was probably Yoongi. Being too innocent for this world, Pa had failed to recognise how cruel his brother's behavior could sometimes get. Maybe growing up with an emotionally unavailable adult made Yoongi the most outwardly cold. Mind you that I said 'outwardly' because I'm sure if you can see through his heart, you will find something quite the opposite.

Jin stayed with Pa's sister who had been raising kids her whole life. All of her kids were older than Jin. So I guess it's easier to understand why Jin acts like a maknae all the time.

The idea of bringing them home 'as soon as possible' remained an idea. Because by the time Pa had somehow managed to get into a reliable position with his business, Ma was gone. And Pa had no other choice but to follow her.

Since it would be impossible for a 13 year old to be taking care of her 5 year old brother on her own, Granma decided to take us to her as well. So, we were reunited with Tae and Jimin in her house.

One by one, my little brothers turned 18 and built their own life. Even though I am now a full grown 25 year old woman I still couldn't leave my granma's house. And it is because I couldn't give up on being a parent to the youngest who has still not crossed the line of 18.

"Just wait for one more year and I'll grow up and thrive in this world." Jungkook says that quite a lot lately. Even though it might sound a little selfish, I wish my Jungkookie never grew up. So that I could keep him all to myself like I had been doing for the past 17 years of my life.

But there is a bright side of them finally turning 18. One by one the hyung line among my brothers started to get in touch with me more and more frequently. Finally, after years of separation, I truly feel like I'm getting to be that older sister that I had to be. And I'm happy that they are allowing me to be just that.

You might get a little confused as to why I had complained about them in the beginning of this story as if they were little kids I have to look after when I didn't even get to live with them for that long. Let me get you out of this confusion. It's because now that I finally get to be close enough once again, I realized one very important fact that applies to them all. My brothers haven't really grown up.

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Hua Laoshi II 《I》

Hua Laoshi often brings in baked goods his husband made. He stands by the doorway and as students are entering, handing sweets out individually while smiling: “good luck on this exam, kids” 😌😌

HC definitely flames his students every five minutes - in good nature, of course - and continues his lectures like nothing happened. His deadpan is so good that newer students find themselves chuckling out of nervousness more than anything.

HC’s students catch him chewing on his pens and pencils, leaving wacky indents on the ends.

One student: “Hua laoshi, how does your husband stand a house with spit-covered pens?”

Everyone laughs.

HC doesn’t react, instead drawling out: “Careful, I’m still the one grading your final exams.”

Everyone immediately snaps their mouths shut, eyes wide with regret.

HC then smirks as he uses his teeth to put the cap back on the pen.

A seasoned trickster, that one.

(On a different occasion, during an in-class writing assignment, the distinct sound of teeth gnawing against plastic clicks in the quiet classroom. Another student tries their hand at poking fun at Hua laoshi’s interesting habit.

Student: “sounds like you don’t have enough to eat at home”

HC, without missing a beat: “and sounds like you don’t want an A for this course”

Everyone else in their heads: “damn, he’s good”)

But once you get familiar with Hua Laoshi’s character, the playful sarcasm is easier to detect.

The best is when HC makes a roast that’s so ridiculous, his deadpan slips, and the corners of his lips begin to twitch. Which usually only happens when he’s clowning He Laoshi…the professor Hua Laoshi is supposedly closest with? Ha.

***

HC smiling down on his phone minutes before class.

Student: “Hua laoshi, you shouldn’t be using your phone during class~~”

HC, who was definitely texting XL: “I- ZIP IT.”

***

But seriously, the contrast between how students perceived HC at the beginning of the year compared to the end is drastic. From fearing for their academic life to legit crying at the fact that the class is over and they won’t have Hua Laoshi next time.

HC asking for course evaluations like: “but yeahhh, if there’s not a big turnout and the reviews aren’t that good, I might leave and find another job idk” :/

Students: “WHAT UNACCEPTABLE”

Of course, HC receives very high ratings. Many students request his letters of recommendation too, which are personal and beautifully written.

In turn, HC actually receives many thank you letters at the end of his courses. Thanking him for accommodating special circumstances, for encouraging the balance of school and mental health, and for teaching such an excellent class.

A couple of them are even harmless crush confessions always signed with “ok but i also love laoshi’s husband so i get it”

XL always cracks up when HC shows him those letters.

XL, tapping HC’s chin: “that’s why I put a ring on you”

HC’s eye dilates, and he visibly swallows.

HC: “Gege should list all the things he loves about me too.”

XL: “like my vows?” (The vows that definitely made HC cry.)

HC places his elbows on the counter and innocently rests his chin on his clasped hands. The answer is clearly “yes please, my dear husband.”

XL: “San Lang is fishing for compliments, I see. But that’s okay-“ He places his hands on HC’s cheeks. “I always have compliments for my husband.”

HC: ;)

***

HC waking up at 7:00 AM for his 8:30 AM class…

Just imagine HC groaning and burying his face into his pillow, shirtless and flat on his stomach-

And XL comes around to pat his bum: “Up, San Lang, up”

HC: “ugh don’t wanna go, fuck them kids”

XL, patting HC’s arm: “you love those kids and you know it. Come on, I made you breakfast and coffee.”

***

XL traveling out of the country for work and HC being like “missing gege everyday :((( “

No husband to tell HC to come to bed after staying up until ungodly hours to grade.

XL over the phone: “what else are you doing besides work?”

HC: “…waiting for you to come back home”

XL: “oh, baby…” 🥺)

HC’s students can tell he’s not his usual self. Not like sad, but a little bored? Like, dimmed of his usual mischievous light. And more…tired.

HC has his bad days too, but then it’s worse if his best friend/partner isn’t there.

Then a week later, HC sends an email with the subject line being: “no class, losers!” and the email basically saying, “gotta pick my husband up from the airport” 😈

***

Anniversary day !!

Aka, Hualian ice skating.

But HC’s long ass legs have the balance equivalent of a newborn baby deer. It’s even the sixth or seventh time XL has taken him on an ice-skating date and HC’s sense of balance is still somehow absolute shit.

It’s just that HC can’t for the life of him make it three steps before doing the obnoxious falling act of the century all over again. And HC will be damned if he keeps falling flat on his ass, holding XL up for the nth time.

So cue Hualian skating with XL’s hand around HC’s waist :) HC muttering curses under his breath every time his left foot decides to be goofy for a hot sec, but luckily, XL helps keep him on his feet. ❤️

(HC: “Gege I’m gonna romance you so fucking hard you won’t know what hit you”

XL: 🤣🤣 “I look forward to it”

And then HC ends up falling flat on his back.

HC: “fuck I think I pulled something”

XL: “baby, we didn’t even make it to the bedroom “ 😭)

***

Reminder that HC has his and XL’s wedding photos on his desk!!

***

Think about HC coming back home from work in his formal attire and XL pouncing on him as soon as he enters. The sound of XL unbuttoning HC’s shirt, placing kisses along HC’s neck, down his chest, and then getting down to unbuckle HC’s belt-

All while HC is a bit disoriented but thoroughly enjoying the welcome home 🫶🏼

Thirty minutes later…

HC: “something smells like it’s burning”

XL, sprinting to the kitchen: “MY SOUP!”

That soup is not only burnt, but it’s also solid by now…

XL: “eagerness gets you nowhere” 😭😭

HC: “idk about you, but I felt like I had enough soup already”

XL, pointing to the pot on the stove: “SAN LANG THAT WAS OUR DINNER” 😡😡

HC: [pikachu meme] “you’re the one who jumped me”

XL: [puffed out cheeks] “I can’t help it, you looked so good…”

HC: “ok how about you go shower and I’ll cook us something new :) “

XL: “nooo” :((( “I was supposed to make dinner tonight and then I RUINED it 😭”

HC: …

HC: “what if we…order takeout?”

XL: :0

XL: :)

XL: “fantastic idea, dear husband of mine” 😇

***

Throughout their years together, HC and XL have managed to create such a safe space that differs from what everyone thinks is normal in a relationship. Thus, HC would give the best dating advice.

It would be in the secrecy of his office hours and if a student was really curious about what they should do in their own relationship/situation, they can consult in HC and boom, great advice from a happily married man.

“Even if I think it’s something small, I’ve learned to bring it up to Xie Lian. Cause he’s the type of person who would rather you tell him what’s bothering you instead of figuring it out some other way.”

“And we’re a team, so we work to figure out a solution together.”

“He’s my best friend, my partner, my husband - whatever, you name it. My biggest supporter. It takes effort on both ends to ensure we’re there for each other in the way that we need, to keep our relationship functioning and thriving.”

HC after rambling for 10 minutes: “Oop I’ve said too much”

Student: “nope, that was perfect” *has been blessed by Hua laoshi’s words of wisdom*

Also the student:

*sneakily wipes a tear cause how can two people love each other that much*

“write that down write that down”

“how could Hua laoshi think he deserves anything less 😭😭 Hua laoshi deserves everything ofc”

Student: “adopt me pls”

HC: “no u already got a momma and baba”

Student: “I have a mama who's a saint and daddy issues to last a lifetime”

HC: “well shit, you’re just like me fr”

***

HC updating XL because he’s a little late getting home and also just thinks it’s nice to share. But while HC is casually talking about what he said to his student, XL is staring at him with the most tender expression ever.

It takes a while for HC to notice, he pauses and asks, “is something wrong?”

XL simply shakes his head, eyes crinkling. “You’re just…amazing. You’re really making a difference in their lives, you know?”

HC shifts his gaze away nervously, but his ears noticeably redden. XL wants to kiss him silly.

Words aren't enough to describe how much XL loves his husband. 🥺

“It’s not a huge deal-”

A hand covers HC’s mouth, gently cutting him off.

“Believe me. The world is a better place with you in it, San Lang.”

HC merely grunts in response. XL huffs out a laugh, reaching his other hand up to fondle with HC’s left ear. The two lean forward on instinct, resting their foreheads together.

“You are so precious, so precious to me,” XL breathes out.

HC’s expression softens in a way it only does in front of XL, and XL silently thanks whatever higher power there is that brought him the most wonderful human to love.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian #hualian au #modern au #hua cheng #xie lian #cerdrabbles #hua laoshi

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whispering-about-loki · 3 months

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Hello 😊 I saw you reblog the a "get to know your writer" post and wondered if it was ok for me to ask a few questions? If so, I'd ask 1, 7, 16, 25 and 56?

Absolutely! Let's see....

1 . Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

Honestly, multi-chapter! I actually find it really, really hard to write a one-shot. I mean, I can do it, and certainly have done it... but my plots usually tend to get away from me and branch out here, there, and everywhere! The only problem is, I also don't tend to finish those multi-chapter monsters...

7 . How do you choose which POV to write from?

It depends on what story I am trying to tell. If I want some details to go unknown to a character for mystery's sake, I will write in their POV; or I will write in the POV of the person who has the most emotional stake. When I am writing a ship fic, I often try to write from both POVs (alternating from chapter to chapter) to compare and contrast how they are coping or what they are thinking. The challenge there is to get the "voices" right, though.

16 . How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Far, far too many to count! In way too many different fandoms! Of the stories I haven't posted a word on yet (as opposed to current WIPs that I have up at AO3), there's at least one Lokius AU, a couple Bagginshield angst pieces, three gen TMNT fics, and a couple of random ideas that I have yet to fix a fandom to.

25 . What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

Oh, gosh. It's weird, but although I absolutely love getting comments, I don't often push for them because I don't want to seem... needy, I guess? Back in the late 90s and early naughties, it was actually a lot easier to get responses to fics. The fandoms were smaller and everyone knew everyone, so the stories would be passed between friends online... so now living in the age of kudos is actually a bit disorienting. Of course, the fics that don't get responses are usually about pretty obscure people or situations. Like Afterimage (a short Hobbit thing about Nori as a child), The Touch Of Rain (about Cobb Vanth), and When She Loved Me (an imagined backstory about a character that was only in the TMNT Adventures comics... and when I originally wrote and posted that one twenty-some years ago, it got a much better reception). I do notice that gen stories tend to get swept to the side in favor of ship-fics, though, which always seem to get some kind of response.

56 . What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

Actually, what I mentioned up in #7 about finding the right voices. I think I do okay with getting into characters' heads and making them each sound individual. Again, like I said... it isn't always easy. I'm currently writing a chapter in a story... and in this chapter a character is in medical distress and we are seeing it from their POV. Problem is, two chapters ago there was a different character in medical distress whose POV I was writing from... and in both instances the characters are waking up from being treated. It's taking a bit of juggling to make sure the second one and the first one are different enough so people don't think, "hey... I've read this already!" It helps, I guess, that one of the characters is more skilled in medical concerns, so they are more calm about the whole thing while the other one was in full panic mode.

Anyway, thank you for this! It was fun!

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observeowl · 2 years

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Nerf Gun pt1 N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: R and Natasha gets into a friendly shoot out with their nerf guns at home

Natasha POV “Honey! I’m home!” I called out to my girlfriend as I stepped into the house. She usually comes forward and hugs me when I come back from work so this silence was a surprise. My mind instantly drifted to bad thoughts. Did someone get her? Was there a break in? Is she hurt?

But my eyes caught sight of the sticky note that was pasted on the nerf gun that was next to the couch.

I am hiding somewhere with another nerf gun. The winner gets the last ice cream. Good luck. Xx

I smirked and picked up the gun, she doesn’t know who she’s messing with.

Your POV I heard Nat coming back from work and went back into hiding. She may be the Black Widow but she doesn’t use nerf guns. They are two different things. Our house is quite big so there’s lots of ground to cover. Lucky for me, I know where she is. Nat starts out from the front door and would systematically clear the room. Not so good being predictable, yeah?

I ran forward in front of Nat and smirked. She tried to pull the trigger but it was stuck. Seeing the shock in the face was really fun. “You need to know your weapon to win. I am giving you a chance Romanoff!” I said before taking off again. The gun I gave her needed to be turned on, making an engine sound so I know where she is.

“That’s not fair!” Nat shouted. I wanted to reply ‘life’s never fair’ but I didn’t want to disclose my location. It is getting more interesting since Nat knows roughly where I could be after appearing in front of her.

I don’t know how but Nat managed to find my hiding space but I ducked before the bullet could hit me. We started running around in circles, trying to hit the other person. Here comes my last card. Natasha’s magazine was only filled halfway. She didn’t have nearly enough bullets compared to me. You should have seen the shock in her eyes when no bullets came out when she pulled the trigger.

I slowly walked towards her. “You need to learn to check the gun, Romanoff.”

“Where- where did you learn so much from?” Acting as if she was going to die.

“Let’s just say I’ve watched enough action movies to learn a lot.” I said before the rubber bullets touched her shoulder.

“How are you so good at this? I am the assassin here.” Nat said as she got up from the floor.

“I don’t know. You have to make sure you get an advantage in the field. I knew where you were the moment you stepped in. I was surprised you managed to find me though.” I went to the kitchen to get the ice cream.

“There was only so much place you could hide in that section of the house.”

“Ahhh. I should have thought of that.” I nodded my head after thinking about it. “Here.” I passed her the ice cream.

“I thought you said there was only one left?” She took the ice cream from my hands.

“You needed motivation.” I sat on the couch next to her.

“You are all the motivation I need.” Nat kissed my cheeks before eating her ice cream. I stucked my spoon in her tub of ice cream and she glared at me.

“Hey, I was the one who won.” I put her in her place before she said anything.

“I’m only allowing this because I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#natasha x you #natasha x reader #black widow 2021 #natasha romanoff #nerf gun #avengers #blackwidow #my writing

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Since I’m not asking to be hypnotized or something, I think this is at least mostly appropriate: are there any tips that you have for a beginner hypnotist? I have a beginner’s guide, and am making my first audio file.

This is a list of things I wish I knew early on in my hypnotist experience. I've separated them into sections with titles for easier reading. That said, this is a long post, so I've included a TL;DR at the bottom if you're in a rush.

1 - Confidence can be very helpful!

One of the biggest things I can say for someone just starting out is that you should have confidence in yourself! If you've ever done improv, you will know that rolling with mistakes is part of the fun. This applies to specifically live sessions, but if you're just making files, being confident helps too. A surprising amount of individuals will drop into trance if you're simply assertive.

There's one style of induction that I occasionally use that gaslights someone into dropping. It's really effective when it works, specifically because people trust what you say when you have authority in your voice, fake or not.

Naturally, confidence doesn't just drop everybody into trance and learning induction techniques is essential, so understand that when you learn a hypnotic method of some sort, it's a tool in your toolbox that you can apply to the right situation.

Because people are different and sometimes certain methods are more or less effective, it's good to have lots of knowledge and learn as much as you can so you can use the right tool for the job!

2 - Live and learn!

While this is just general life advice and can apply to multiple things, it's worth mentioning that if you make mistakes or don't know enough to hypnotize someone and they don't drop, it's not the end of the world. Think about how you can improve rather than getting down about the idea that you did something wrong. Being a hypnotist can be very demanding, so don't push yourself too hard just to gain subjects or something similar.

3 - Rapport is important!

Rapport, or a relationship in which you both trust each other enough to communicate your feelings clearly, is very important. If you want to hypnotize someone, gain their trust. Some people will throw themselves at you without wanting to know anything about you or share anything about themselves. Honestly, it's not worth the effort for people like this, and you should just let them listen to your files if they want hypnosis from you.

Why is this? Hypnosis is very BDSM adjacent in that it is something that can greatly deepen a relationship if both parties are consenting and eagerly doing so. Imagine hypnosis to be like a rope you're tying someone up with. If they don't trust you, or you don't trust them, tying the rope tightly will be difficult, and the experience will be lackluster for both people.

I know what you may be thinking. "How do I gain some random stranger's trust?" And the answer to that is simple! Just be a good person. I know it sounds weird, like, "Hey, I'm already doing that." But it's important to just... be polite. Put the effort in to create a pleasant interaction and they will (usually) do the same.

4 - Learn what you can!

There's lots of books out there that you can find and read. The internet is very helpful, but I've been told that "The Brainwashing Book" by sleepingirl is a helpful resource. Also, while it seems strange, books designed to teach you how to talk to people more effectively (usually directed at businesspeople or salespeople) can be very helpful as well. Clear communication is important, and there are some vaguely hypnotic things you can learn about language and communication in general.

Just by reading this you're already taking steps in the right direction! It's very bite sized compared to books you will read but I'm fairly certain that this information will be helpful.

5 - Don't forget about consent!

Contrary to popular belief, you can (kind of) make people do things they don't want to do. It's a very long process, and involves changing what they actually want so that when you hypnotize them to do it they "wanted it all along," but this is generally to be avoided unless you're doing some sort of cnc play with someone who trusts you a lot. That said, people can shorten the process by throwing themselves at you, and very eager or less informed hypnosis enthusiasts are easier to take advantage of. Sometimes. (People are different, with different brains and different thoughts!)

That said, it's very important to only do what you have permission to do. And don't ask for permission when they're already hypnotized! That'd be like asking someone for something while they are drunk or otherwise inebriated. Ensure that both people know what is going to happen in the "scene" (the hypnosis session, the trance, etc) so that both of you can enjoy it fully without issue!

Worst comes to worst, set up a safe word. While it can be difficult to safe word while entranced (for some people), it is possible and doable, so if you want to "surprise" someone make sure you give them a way to stop the trance if they need to.

6 - You are a person too!

While it's fun to take on the role of an all-powerful hypnotist and let people put you on a pedestal, sometimes you want to get down from the pedestal and just be a normal person. In the past, I personally have found it difficult to come to terms with the fact that I have needs too, but even if you don't struggle with that, it's an important reminder that, hey, you're not a trance dispenser!

If you set up a session properly, there will be time for trance and time for just... talking! Hypnosis is an excellent common interest to find similarly kinky friends, and friends are the best people to hypnotize.

7 - Closing word

At the end of the day, you're a person with your own ideas about what you want to do and how you want to do it. But I'm confident that you will take my advice to heart, because you were seeking it to begin with! Feel free to discard anything you disagree with or otherwise don't need, but I hope I was able to help in some way.

If anyone ever has any questions about hypnosis, I'm typically quite happy to answer them. Feel free to ask in my ask inbox or in my dms! It doesn't bother me if you stick to anon, but I'm always looking for more hypnosis friends.

Thanks for reading!

Or, if you didn't read, here's the TL;DR:

Be confident in everything you do- even if you doubt yourself, puff out your chest and smile. It helps!

You'll probably make mistakes, as everyone does, but as long as you learn from those mistakes, they were never really mistakes to begin with.

Hypnotizing friends and people you trust is far superior to hypnotizing random people on the internet. However, random people on the internet can quickly become a friend that you trust, with simple conversation!

Always keep an eye out for more hypnosis info, be it from books, posts like this one, or even learning from scripts/files.

Consent is hot and essential.

Don't let people put you on a pedestal for longer than you're comfortable being on said pedestal.

And of course-

Don't forget to have fun!

Cheers! <3

#hypnosis #hypnotism #ask response

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