#i did not cry when manager talked with me about what i need to improve on!

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

You Hurt Me Pt 2 - LN

Summary: After a couple weeks of wallowing and hurting over the break up, y/n’s best friend arranges for Lando to come see y/n and hope for an outcome that at least improves the situation. But can Lando fix such a colossal fuck up?

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Y/n is trying her best to appear as if she’s not falling apart but there’s no denying that she is hurting. She’s done every angle possible that cuts her face out of the posts she makes.

Coming back from her trip, she has been wallowing. Or more accurately rotting away on her sofa.

“Babe, I’m sick of this. If you can’t move on from him right now, then you need to speak to him and get closure.” Y/f/n sighs while y/n looks at her.

“He got to you.”

“He’s on his way now. Look, I’m not on his side. This is purely to benefit you.”

“You’re a bad friend.” Y/n sniffles before sitting up.

“I’m not saying what he did is ok, but christ…y/n, you’re not ok. I think he’s the only one who can fix it and from the bottom of my heart, I really hate him even more for the fact he has that sort of power.” Y/f/n states looking sympathetic as she crouches to y/n’s level. “If you really don’t want to see him, then I’m more than happy to use this as an opportunity to punch him in the face instead. I’d be more than happy to humble him by making him ugly.”

“No…he has enough money to fix it.” Y/n murmurs managing the first small laugh that she’s had since the break up.

“That’s true, but knowing he’d have to go through the pain of plastic surgery to fix it makes me feel a lot better.” Y/f/n smiles softly then taking y/n’s hand and kissing the back of it. “What do you want to do?”

Y/n knows the outcome if she sees him. He probably wouldn’t even have to say anything, she’s ready to beg for him to come back anyway. Which is pathetic given the fact that she’s not the one who did anything wrong.

Less than 10 minutes later, y/f/n has Lando by the collar of his top against the wall.

“You put one fucking hair wrong, if even the wrong syllable of a word comes out your mouth. I will make your life hell and your f1 career will be that of a ghost.” Y/f/n growls quietly, not wanting her friend to a victim of some more heartbreak.

“I’m not here to hurt hurt.” Lando states with a voice that makes y/f/n soften a little since clearly the break up hasn’t been easy for him. Even if they believe it shouldn’t be easy on him because he’s the entire reason it happened.

“Fine, go ahead. But I hope you feel like a shit person when you see just how much you’ve hurt her.”

Y/n hears her friend and almost wants to smack a bitch for being so damn honest about her.

Lando walks into the living room and while it sounds awful, y/n’s a little relieved to see that he looks pretty shit. It’d be awful if he looked well rested and glowing while she’s been a wreck of a person.

“I’m sorry. I’m really really really fucking sorry and I swear, I have cut out all female friends that have ever been more than a friend. Even just a conversation about possibly being more, they’re gone. I want you. Only you and I know I’ve got a long with to go before I’ve actually made it up to you, but please I’ll do anything to make you feel secure in a relationship with me.”

Y/n sits up, keeping herself bundled in the blankets while she looks down at her hand in her lap.

“You really hurt me, Lando.” Y/n murmurs then biting her lip to stop it from quivering. She doesn’t just want to cry her way through this. “I don’t know if I can ever trust you to not do it when I’m not around…me being there didn’t even stop you. How could I ever think that you can stop yourself when there’s no pressure of me being there.”

For some reason, seeing Lando has actually made y/n feel angry rather than sad. Her blood is picking up in heat, and suddenly the insecurity and sadness that has been consuming her is beginning to wash away.

Meanwhile, Lando is beginning to think he really can’t talk his way into convincing her that he is worth taking back.

“Whether you take me back, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you jut how much I regret losing you.” Lando states swallowing thickly while she frowns at him.

“Y/f/n said I need closure…”

“And you got it.” Lando nods understanding that he’s officially lost the best thing in his life and he isn’t getting her back. “I guess a friendship is off the cards?”

“I don’t want to be the friend who you have a history with for your next girlfriend. I won’t put someone else in that position.” Y/n sighs shaking her head while Lando blinks, eyes watering as he tries to hide it because honestly he doesn’t want her to think this is for show.

He hurt her. Now he’s lost her and hurt himself.

“Can I have one last hug?” Lando asks keeping his voice as steady as possible.

“Yes, of course you can.” Y/n nods since actually she thinks she needs it just as much if not more than him. “Glad I showered this morning.”

Lando wouldn’t have cared, he wants one last chance of memorising everything about her.

When his body wraps around hers, he breathes in her scent which he notes is the same perfume he bought her and she’s sworn by as the best perfume ever since. Somehow that comforts him, but the thought of her changing her signature scent because another guy gets her a different perfume makes his chest ache.

“We’re going to be ok.” Y/n whispers before swallowing thickly. “This is for the better…I want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me.”

Stopping himself from being that guy, Lando stops himself from being honest and saying that he is never going to be as happy as he was with her.

“I’ll always love you, and I want you to be happy too.”

“I’ll always love you too, and wish the best for you and whoever is lucky enough to get you…and keep you.”

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[artofchira]

As someone else who's in the process of burning out just surviving, and has lost sight of why I enjoyed art in the first place, would you be willing to share some of the things you've tried to get back on your feet? Super glad that you're doing so much better, btw.

First: It's actually become a job for me to help artists reconnect to their art through my mentorship workshop with everything I have learned, and I consider myself very good at it. I've been doing it for about 4 years now. If you or any other artist would like direct help with recovering from burn out please check out the service page of my website and testimonials from previous clients.

To answer your question:

A lot of my own personal stabilization just came as a result of wanting the experience of making art to be comfortable. It wasn't a choice anymore. After my father passed I relaxed for about 3 months -- longest I went without drawing in my life since I started freelancing -- and when I sat back at my desk I just couldn't make myself work under the same pressure. I'd try to force myself to draw and it made me want to cry instead. I quickly learned I could only create if I felt comfortable and drawing felt gentle, so I had to accept moving forward if I wanted to continue being as productive as before I needed to find a way of working that eliminated stress or using will power, which means working in a way that was renovated from the ground up. I couldn't go back. How I was making art was over. I needed it to be repaired. I had no idea what that looked like, so it was truly trial and error.

A fact about me is I have a very high sensory/pain threshold naturally (I also recently learned I was autistic over the pandemic, imagine that has something to do with it) so I've always been historically bad at ignoring my physical limitations because I rarely felt them unless my body broke down on me, and when it did I treated myself with annoyance and forced myself to work through it. I'm talking like no sleeping for 3-4 days straight, or coming home after a kidney stone to finish a comic page still shaky on pain and morphine and then feeling bad at myself for being lazy. To say my old work habits were highly self abusive is an understatement. So when I started addressing everything that was an inconvenience and uncomfortable, it ended up correcting everything I was ignoring or failed to consider a problem until it was past due.

To cut a long story short, a list of material changes to my life that improved my health:

I got medicated, finally. I'm extremely bipolar. Always have been. Drawing between periods of oscillating between feeling divinely invincible vs ideating suicide every waking moment vastly became easier to manage.

I got glasses. I'm farsighted, but it was never a problem for me since I could see fine -- ooor so I thought. Turns out when you're farsighted you're focusing constantly without even realizing it. Turns out getting glasses gave me 80% of my mental space back so I suddenly had more energy, generally more awake, and more focused. No one talks about farsightedness so I had absolutely no idea I was burning myself out physically just being able to see. Worth mentioning!

Started seeing a massage therapist and a chiropractor regularly. I always thought of those things as luxuries, not necessities. Which was extremely stupid. Maintaining my physical body through directly working out kinks in it became something like brushing my teeth or showering -- it's just something you do to make sure health and hygiene isn't making you dysfunctional and rotting you. My body no longer breaks down.

For the same reasons as above, maintained seeing my therapist regularly even if I felt fine or had no issues to work out. I realized I was always quick to end support as soon as I felt I didn't need it anymore (again treating it as a luxury) so making the space in my life for mental/emotional check ins kept my head organized. My therapist is bewildered by me and has no idea what to do with me because she feels she's not doing anything. I just tell her by me making the space for me to explain myself at all, even if all I was doing was describing how I was fine, was the help. She's great.

Got a cappuccino machine. May seem stupid but being able to make gourmet coffees from my kitchen every morning really genuinely improved my life and mind more than getting medicated.

Got a dog. He's amazing. I love him. Very warm and loving companion, and such a gentle soul. He keeps me out of my head and gets me prioritizing walks every day, so my vitamin D intake increased massively. I don't have the luxury of staying in bed for 3 days straight in my depressive episodes anymore. I have to make the effort to leave it at least twice a day to walk and feed him and play with him. Like most people, I'm terrible at prioritizing for myself but will move worlds for those I love no matter where I'm at.

For personal habits I just reflected a lot on why I felt I had to will myself to draw when drawing is something I love doing most. It made no sense to resent doing what you devote yourself to doing. I changed -- and still changing -- my mental framing in how I think of working on art for it to be something I'm eager to do, not obligated to.

Hope this was educational.

#ask box answers #Personal

[starjaeyun]

FOOLISH ONE : you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson !

— maybe should've listened to your friends when they warned you about hanma shuji

includes! hanma shuji x fem! reader

warnings! angst, hanma is an asshole (let's be real though, it's hanma we're talking abt 😭), obvious redflags, profanity, crying crying crying, break up

note! hello, it's me. ms. posts something then disappears. i'm sorry for ghosting u guys & my smaus 😭

"him again, huh?" to say the least, your friends were unimpressed that you came to them crying the morning after your 3rd month with Hanma.

Hina sighed, "listen, I'm all for helping them become a better person but it's been three months and I don't see any improvement in his behavior at all"

"and this isn't the first time he didn't show up to your plans. why are you even settling for the guy?" Emma says, visibly trying to control herself from throwing insults at your boyfriend, if you could even consider him that, because as much as she wants to she knows that that's not what you need right now.

"and not to mention, you've been a mess ever since that thing came into your life. just break up with him already y/n. don't settle for a guy like that, you deserve so much more" Yuzuha rubs a comforting hand against your back, "it also hurts us seeing you heartbroken because of some..guy you know"

you sobbed, "that's the thing! I don't know why I can't stop myself from seeing him, I don't even know how I ended up dating him!"

"personally, I think you're out of options. do you want me to introduce you to Mikey-nii? you haven't met him yet, right?" Emma was only half-joking, of course

"now is not the time Ems" Hina lightly slapped Emma's shoulder

after a few more minutes, you've finally calmed down, "I've decided, I'm breaking up with him"

the girls immediately engulfed you in a hug, each of them giving you their goodluck.

the break up went successfully, Hanma didn't try to stop you nor did he seem to care. and while he didn't make it hard for you to end things with him, it made it hard for you to move on and get yourself together.

you spent at least 3 months crying over him, wondering if you made the right decision, which your friends reassured you that you did.

after all your crying, you started focusing more on yourself, friends, school, and family. and your friends couldn't be any happier as they watched how fast you were improving.

but 6 months after your break up and 3 months into your improvements, Hanma Shuji somehow managed to slither his way into your life again.

"hey" your breath hitched upon hearing his voice because what the fuck is he doing outside your classroom? you ignore his presence and continue to walk down the hallway, silently wishing that he's not waiting for you, that would make you feel better.

"don't ignore me" Hanma easily caught up to your retreating figure. you continue to walk as if he wasn't walking right behind you.

and just as you step foot out of the school premises, Hanma pulls you to the nearest alleyway.

but even when it was just the two of you, you refused to look up, you refused to show him the tears building up in your eyes.

"I'm sorry" you stay silent, not looking up or moving an inch

"I was an asshole" he was yet again met by silence, "but I've been thinking about you..since we broke up and I know it's late but I've only come to realize this"

Hanma sighed, "I love—"

"don't you fucking dare!" you finally look up, tears spilling out. "but—"

"NO!" you feel the small and sharp rocks in the alleyway pierce your skin when you fell to your knees, "It's unfair, you can't just— you can't just treat me like bullshit, not give a fuck when I break up with you, and suddenly come to my life a few months later to tell me that you love me!" you sob into your hands, all your hardwork and improvements these past 6 months were immediately washed down the drain.

"I'm sorry—"

"No! fuck you and your stupid fucking apology!" you gather the remaining strength in your body to stand up and walk away

you are not the exception, you remind yourself of Emma's hurtful but truthful words

Hanma won't make a change for you. Hanma won't make you an exception.

"I'll change!" Hanma engulfs you in a back hug, "for you. I'll do everything it takes to win you back, I'll treat you better, anything..just please give me a chance"

you let out a shaky breath as Hanma turned you around, "I love you" he whispers

tears slip out once more and he cups your face to wipe them with his thumb, "I fucking hate you" he continues to wipe your seemingly never ending stream of tears

"I know..it's okay, you have every right" a kiss on your forehead was all it took to break your cracked resolve, "may I..." his face inched closer to yours and when you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, he closed the gap.

you will never learn your lesson

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[fuwushiguro]

I. NEW ME!

CHAPTER SUMMARY : after a year out of the spotlight following a traumatic event, you’re about to take your first step back into it on a popular talk show. your whole team is counting on you to be perfect; but nobody is seeking perfection more than you.

WARNINGS : 18+ only, past trauma, mental health struggles, alcohol.

WORDS : 2.3k.

notes: loosely based off ‘The Idol’ which we all know is trash but I wanted to make my own (and hopefully more entertaining) version!

               MASTERLIST ┊ NEXT CHAPTER

“Are you sure about this? I know you feel like you’re gonna let everyone down if you don’t start putting yourself out there again, but—”

“Yuuji.” you interrupt him, grabbing his hand and smiling at him. There’s not a single ounce of sincerity in it. And if there’s anyone who’s going to notice, it’s Yuuji. He knows you better than you know yourself. “It’s fine, really.” you do your best to assure him.

The crushing weight of disappointing your entire team is heavy on your shoulders. As much as you’d like to run away, to hide, to cry… you stand firm.

“Alright…” he sighs, returning your insincere smile right back to you. He’s worried, of course he’s worried. But Lord knows you don’t need him putting any doubts in your mind, not now. You’re doing that enough for yourself. What you need now is positivity. Faith and belief that despite what you’ve been through, you can do this.

“Okay, two minutes to go, are you ready?” your manager, Taylor, asks you quickly. Before you can answer, there are more words spilling from her lips like it’s out of her control. “We love you, but please do not fuck this up.” she reminds you before walking away to tend to something else.

Your eyes turn glossy as your cheeks fill with air. You quickly exhale as you fan yourself, doing all you can to make sure the sudden appearance of some tears won’t roll over your lashline and ruin your makeup.

Just then, Yuuji grabs you by the shoulders, forcing you to face him.

“Listen to me.” he starts. “You’ve got this.”

You’ve been locked in your bedroom with a bottle of champagne since the interview. It went well, apparently, according to your team. And yet… for some reason, you feel dead inside. The sounds of cheers and celebrations can be heard throughout the house, and all you can do is drink your champagne directly from the bottle.

“Hey… can I come in?” you hear Yuuji ask sweetly from the other side of the door. You get up, walking to unlock the door and let him in. Your smile finally finds its way back to your face when you see him holding a pizza box. “Getting a pizza through here in one piece with a house full of drunk people shoulder be a new Olympic sport.” he grins and laughs a little.

“Very impressive, Yuuji.” you agree with him, you wait for him to enter and then quickly lock the door behind him. “I don’t actually remember agreeing to a party?” you confess.

“Taylor mentioned it. And… well, you know Taylor.” he reminds you. “Everyone thought it would look good for some reason… not sure if I agree with that but they never listen to me anyway.”

“Or me.” you chuckle, taking a slice as you sit beside him on top of the bed. “I’ve been watching the interview on repeat…” you go to grab the remote, but he takes it first.

He presses play, settling comfortably against the headboard as he pulls a slice for himself. You get close to him, he’s always so warm. And when you’re always so cold, it’s nice to be with him, despite the fact it always ends up in sibling-like fights when you press your freezing feet against him to make him jump. Though it isn’t on your mind right now. You’re worn out, defeated, and you can’t believe he actually wants to watch this.

You weren’t embarrassed to watch yourself when you were alone. It was more like analysis. Seeing what you did right and what you could improve on. The pressure of being perfect is enough to drive anyone insane. But after this, after everything, you know you have no choice but to be perfect.

The sound of your voice carries through the room as you laugh with the host as you talk. Yuuji is smiling softly as he observes, like he’s proud of you.

“You’ve got a new movie coming up, right?”

“Uh… yeah! Kinda, we’re starting filming in two weeks.” you smiled, and it was genuine. You were lapping up the way that the audience cheered at each and every word you said. Whether it be sincere or out of pity, it didn’t matter. You felt truly adored after worrying no one would remember you.

“You’re working alongside some big names, I’m sure you’re excited! Tell me a little about the movie.”

“Yeah, right! I’m the lead but I’m working with Megumi Fushiguro…” you pause perfectly to allow the audience to cheer at the name drop. There are a few wolf whistles too. “We’ve worked together before; I love working with him because he’s so talented and nice. He’s always super serious on set but between takes he’s a total sweetheart.” you giggled as you reminisce on the last film you worked on together.

“I love Megumi too we’ve had him on the show a few times.” the host smiled, agreeing. “Now I do recall dating rumours for you two…” they announced and looked to the audience, earning a slew of ‘oooh’s’ and laughter. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“No comment.” you wink, “No, but seriously, I’m focused on my career right now and I know Megumi is too. We’re professionals!” you laughed.

“Alright, alright.” The host laughed too. “The movie’s called ‘Assemble’, leaves a lot to the imagination, wanna tell me more about it?”

“Sure! It’s a horror, which is new for me. I know a lot of people don’t take horrors seriously, but I’ve always wanted to be a scream queen and I’m really excited to sink my teeth into a role like this. I don’t wanna say too much; I don’t think I’m allowed.” you laughed a little more awkwardly to try and placate the host and the audience.

“A horror, wow! I wouldn’t have expected that after what you went through last year.” the host spoke so casually. And at that moment, you think everyone watching could feel the way the air knocked out of your lungs. You began to fiddle with your fingers and look down at your lap as you considered what you should say.

You had never felt so small.

Not since it happened.

“Um… y-yeah. I mean… Like I said I’ve— I’ve wanted to do a horror for a long time. And things lined up well.” you nodded. “We have a great director and script. An amazing cast who I can’t wait to work with… It’s gonna be something special. I can feel it.” you told them, and the silence lasted a beat longer than you wanted it to, you couldn’t help but continue to speak. “I don’t want what happened to define me… It’s hard to talk about even though it was a year ago. But I’m more than what happened to me. I’m not the same person anymore, but I’m looking forward to learning who the new me is.”

You sniffle, hearing yourself say that. Really hearing it. You’ve played the clip so many times but that is the first time you’ve really heard yourself. It sounds so much more gallant than it really is. Because in truth, you’d go back to the old you in a heartbeat. You’d love the option to rewind to last year and change everything that happened.

Of course Yuuji noticed you starting to cry instantly, pausing the TV and putting an arm around you.

“I know you’re still struggling… maybe you should try therapy again.” he suggests.

“Maybe,” you sniff. “I just think it’s like… survivors’ guilt?” you tell him. “And I miss my dad so much. If I could trade places—”

“Don’t do that.” he chastises you. “I wish none of it happened, b-but… it did. And you’re doing great and I’m proud of you. And I know you don’t think so, but you crushed that interview.” he assures you. You smile at him, melting into his arms.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Yuuji.”

“Yeah, you’d never find another assistant as hard-working and good looking as me. You’d be doomed.” he grins, laughing a little as he speaks. You join in, finally deciding to wipe your tears and pull yourself together. “Let’s watch something else. Something… fun.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

You wake up the next morning, alone in the bed. Yuuji has tidied the room already and he’s opening your curtains for you. He laughs as you groan, the light burning your retinas. You sit up as you rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Morning…” you grumble.

“Hey, I slept in my room by the way, don’t worry.” he tells you. “Everyone’s downstairs.”

“I’ve been off for a year and it wasn’t enough rest to prepare me for these hectic days again.” you sigh. “I didn’t know I had stuff to do today…”

“Uh… yeah, we’re doing a photoshoot here this afternoon. Makeup is coming in… an hour. Same with wardrobe, I think.” he tries to remember. “I left my phone in my room but I’ll go get it, Taylor wants you downstairs, like, now.” he reminds you.

You manage to pull yourself out of bed and put on a robe over the mismatched bra and panties you fell asleep wearing. The sight of you hungover and imperfect makes Taylor sigh as you come down the stairs. “You look gorgeous. Come sit.” she speaks, though you know she thinks otherwise. You slowly approach and she guides you outside to sit on the patio with her and the rest of your team.

“We want you to know how happy we are with your interview yesterday. It was perfect, really perfect.” your publicist tells you, making sure to butter you up as much as he can before moving on. “This is just the start though so we need to make sure it’s full steam ahead from now on.”

“You’re doing a shoot for Elle here this afternoon. You’ll get to show off the new place, talk a little about your recovery blah blah you know the deal.” Taylor speaks rapidly. “We just want you to know we’re all here for you for whatever you need to get through this transition back into the spotlight. It’s gonna be tough but we know you can do it.” she assures you.

“Thanks.”

“We all know perfection isn’t real, but, as close as you can get to it would be… well, perfect.” she adds. “So we’ll go over what you can and can’t discuss before the interview and—”

“Anyone order a big ass bouquet of flowers?” Yuuji shouts from inside, his voice booming through the house and out to the patio. Everyone stares as he signs for them and brings them from the front door all the way to you. He puts them down in front of you so that you can read the card.

Welcome back — love M x

You smirk as you keep the card close to your chest. Everyone is waiting with bated breath to hear who they’re from so the conversation can be over and they can get back to preparing you for this afternoon.

“I need to use the bathroom… don’t stop on my account.” you smile as you stand up. You pick up the flowers and hurry inside before anyone can object.

“Who were they from, Yuuji?” Taylor asks, which only earns him a shrug in return.

The house is full of liars on days like this. Taylor lied about you looking gorgeous just as easily as you lied about needing the bathroom. But neither of you are as good at lying as Yuuji. He knew damn well the flowers were from Megumi.

He just thinks you deserve a little time for yourself.

You don’t care that everyone can see you inside leaning against the bar in your lounge as the FaceTime dial rings and rings. There’s a real smile on your face that you cannot seem to wipe off your face as you gush over the fact he sent you flowers. The biggest bunch of flowers you’ve ever seen.

“Hey you.” he smiles, shirtless in his bed as he answers. The sharpness of his jaw and his pronounced collarbones remind you just how handsome he really is. “It’s been a little while, you okay?”

“I just got your flowers…” you tell him as you show him. “They’re stunning, thank you.”

“No problem, I saw your interview. How are you feeling?” he asks.

“I’m good, yeah. Getting lots of praise so I can’t complain.” you nod, leaning on the bar again. “I didn’t get you in any trouble for what I said, did I?” you wonder, he shakes his head which is a huge relief.

“It was just a joke so, no, no trouble at all. I was in London for a week, but I’m back now. I’m in a hotel.”

“Oh, really? Why aren’t you at your place?” you ask, curiously.

“I was gonna go home but I got warned there was paparazzi waiting for me, so I came here.” he explains. “I was thinking you could come over and run lines with me later.” he smirks as he gets out of bed. He’s walking, and you realise when he switches on a light he’s in the bathroom.

You can’t help but smirk, too, knowing what running lines will likely lead to.

“Um… I’m pretty busy today.”

“That’s a shame. I’m sure you can make the time since we’re both professionals.” he tells you as he turns on the shower. He always finds a way to make you smile. And knowing he really watched your interview is making you grin from ear to ear.

“Well, I guess I can make some time tonight.” you reply, giggling as you see his cheeks flush a little red at your answer.

“Good. Good girl, then I’ll see you tonight.”

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[duskyashe]

CAMP NANO DAY 8/9

(please see tags for trigger warnings)

[first three chapters] [AO3]

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It had been a long time since Bruce had been this unbalanced by the thought of a conversation. He was unafraid to admit, if only to himself, that he was terrified about the kinds of things he'd hear from the young woman now sitting across from him. On the way to his office, he'd asked her if she felt safe and comfortable talking to him by herself, or if she'd prefer having his youngest adopted son sit in with them, and while she was understandably hesitant to let an unknown fifteen year old sit in on their discussion, he'd also seen the way she'd unconsciously relaxed when she saw Tim walk in.

"Before we start, my name is Timothy Drake-Wayne, please call me Tim, and you have permission to hug me, cling to me, cry on me, or even squeeze my hand tight enough to break it. Whatever you need to do to get through this discussion. I'll even leave for snacks if you need to say something intensely personal or that you feel I shouldn't hear," his son said with a small, supportive smile. Bruce was so proud of Tim, he'd come so very far since first coming to them. "I'm very well used to standing in as an emotional support person when a foster kid gets comfortable enough with Bruce to want to tell him exactly what happened wherever they'd been before coming here, and I'm perfectly content to keep doing so for as long as I live here."

Bruce watched as Jazz processed everything Tim said and caught the question in her gaze before she'd even opened her mouth to speak it. "Tim has decided he wants to work with CPS when he gets older, take his own experiences with the system and use them to help improve it. I do whatever I can to help him, to help any of the children who find themselves in my care, achieve his dreams," he explained softly, pride warming his heart and voice. "I'm not sure how well you remember him, but my first adopted son, Dick, recently decided to open his own gymnastics studio here in Gotham. His experience with you and Danny when you lived with us really left an impression."

Jazz nodded in understanding before glancing at Tim, reached for his hand, and took a fortifying breath. "My—the Fentons are… scientists, inventors, innovators, they—they discovered, independently, an entire species of interdimensional beings with incredible powers and such a rich mixture of cultures, and… and they decided those beings were unnatural, that they were evil and needed to be experimented on and exterminated. They created a portal to these beings' home dimension in our basement without following any sort of safety regulations or protocols." Jazz took another breath, swallowing as she looked down at hold on Tim's hand. "Th-the green on me and Danny when we first got here, it's called ectoplasm. It's basically the lifeblood of these beings, it makes up almost their entire bodies. Their dimension is full of it, as any excess they produce gets shed off into the environment around them.

"When the Fentons created their portal into the Infinite Realms, they didn't realize they'd installed a secondary switch that also needed to be flicked for the thing to work. A switch that was on the inside of the portal shaft and could only be reached by physically going inside it." She shuddered as she tried to bite back tears. "I wasn't home at the time. I was tutoring a fellow student in English at the local fast food joint. Danny was at home with his two best friends. Mom and dad had left the day before to track down the supposed "ghost" that had caused their magnum opus to fail to work. He should have been safe.

"I got a frantic phone call from Danny's friend, Tucker, telling me I needed to get home ASAP, that Danny'd had an accident and wasn't waking up. The student I was tutoring asked me what I was waiting for, to get going, and so I did. I—by the time I got back to the house, Sam and Tucker had managed to drag Danny away from the portal, but i-it was pretty obvious what the accident was, I mean… the portal hadn't been on before I left…"

Bruce had a bad feeling about where this story was going. He'd seen the product of lab accidents too often to be able to con himself into thinking it could be going in any other direction. He almost stopped her from continuing, but while she was very obviously distressed, the process of telling him, of telling them, seemed to actually be doing her some good, so he kept his silence and watched as she clenched Tim's hand even harder for a brief second before relaxing her grip almost entirely.

"Sam was fussing over Danny's prone form, trying to make him more comfortable on the steel flooring without moving him too much, while Tucker was pacing between the two of them and the swirling mass of green that was the portal when I got there. As soon as they saw me, Tucker was on me with tears in his eyes. "We thought he'd died," he said. "The screaming—we thought he was dead. We're so sorry, he could have died—we're so unbelievably sorry,"" Jazz quoted with a strained voice. "Sam's makeup was running from how much she was crying. Sam never cries, and there she was, kneeling over my barely breathing baby brother, nearly sobbing in terror and guilt. They—Sam had apparently dared Danny to go inside so they could get a picture, and while in there, Danny tripped, and he hit the secondary switch. The Fentons had apparently not turned the other switch off after the thing didn't work the first time, and Danny ended up paying the price of their stupidity. He was alive, he'd survived, but now he's rightfully terrified of anything to do with electricity above what comes out of your stranded wall outlet. Only, come to find out, Danny hadn't survived. Not entirely… not unchanged."

Knew it, Bruce thought wearily as he leaned back in his chair. He resisted the urge to rub his hand across his face or run it through his hair and instead just continued to listen to Jazz's tale.

"The combination of all that electricity running through him, killing him, as a portal made pretty much entirely of ectoplasm opened up literally right on top of him changed Danny on a molecular level. He's no longer fully human. He's now something called a halfa, half human and half… half ghost."

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FINALLY got that finished! I sincerely apologize for not getting this out yesterday, I had to take a general health day due to both my lactose intolerance realizing, three days after the fact, that I'd eaten dairy and decided it didn't like that at all, and my sleep schedule being crap the past two days (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠) that's why today's post says "day 8/9", I'm counting it for both days since I *did* start writing it yesterday (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

For anyone reading this directly after day 6 but hasn't read any of the reblogs of day 6, this is actually chapter 4 of this fic, not chapter 2. I have two amazing co-writers who have each written an amazing chapter for this fic, which can be more easily read on AO3 by hitting the link up at the top!

Also, due to this fic having two co-writers for it, from now on, when I post a new chapter for it here on Tumblr, I won't be linking back to my previous chapter, since there will be two chapters between each of my own. Instead, I'll be linking back to the first post back on day 6 and to the AO3 version, where the entire fic will be readily available for reading.

Also also, because this is being co-written, any and all updates for this fic will be highly sporadic at best. Please don't harass me or my co-writers for quicker updates, we're all very busy people working together to write this purely for fun.

Have a wonderful morning/day/night everyone!

#danny phantom #batman #dpxdc #dp crossover #dp au #fanfiction #good dad bruce wayne #foster father!bruce wayne #poor bruce #bruce wayne #tim drake #Tim is a good bean #jazz fenton #poor jazz #jazz fenton needs a hug #trigger warning: mentioned child neglect #trigger warning: mentioned child endangerment #mind the warnings #there will healing if I have any say in this #which i do #so better expect fluff and healing at some point #camp nanowrimo 2023 #camp nano day 8/9

[btsfaris]

day and night

summary: you’ve always felt like you never fit in Hongjoong’s world.. or maybe he just didn’t fit in yours.

pairing: kq fellaz kim hongjoong x reader.

genre: multi-part, angst, fluff, future smut

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This last year you were in a wonderful relationship with Hongjoong. The hardworking leader of Ateez, but the love of your life to you. Even though they were still considered rookies, they blew up so early in their careers. From millions of views online to thousands of record sales, you couldn’t be more proud of him.

You met him by chance, while he was still a trainee, filming his pre-debut show called kq fellaz, as all of his fans know. You happened to sign up for classes that summer with your best friend, who was an amazing dancer and begged you to go with her. After weeks of convincing, you finally decided to give it a shot and now you don’t regret it one bit.

Obviously, you had a lot of practice to do, everyone else was so talented and you were rather uncoordinated in the sense that you were clearly not on the same level as everyone else. And Hongjoong saw that, but rather than mock you or laugh at you, he decided to help.

“Hi,” a young man with dark hair spoke up beside you, “need help?”

You felt embarrassed, already out of breath when you were only just practicing the first part of the choreography, “Oh I’m okay, thank you,” you blushed red, wanting the ground to swallow you whole and cancel your membership immediately.

“Are you sure? I want to help,” he smiled at you, not in a humorous way but instead, kindly, “I know it’s hard.. but I can teach you..”

You looked around, noticing everyone almost having the movement and rhythm down while you were still struggling with the counts. You turn back to him and he raises an eyebrow, deep brown eyes soft.

“Okay,” you agree hesitantly, and his eyes gleam.

“What is your name?” He asks.

“Y/n..” you tell him, “what’s yours?”

“I’m Hongjoong.”

…

From then on, he helped you during every class and taught you how to dance properly. You both even did a small choreo together, that sadly never made it to the dance studios channel, but was still fun nonetheless.

You both had exchanged numbers and despite his limited English, he still made an effort to talk to you. Of course he preferred phone calls, as it improved his language skills but mostly because he wanted to hear your voice whenever you were apart. You had developed feelings for him but he told you he would only be staying a month before he had to leave back home to Seoul, so you never thought you would have a chance.

On his very last night in LA, you took him to your favorite spot, a small beach to watch the sunset and the stars while laying on the hood of your car. You left the radio on, the latest pop song at the time playing softly in the background as you talked and laughed with him. Hours had passed, and it was almost time to take him back to his rented house before his manager would notice his disappearance.

“I’m going to miss you,” you say softly, still looking at the stars, “I hope you debut, you really deserve it Hongjoong..”

“I’ll miss you too, I wish I didn’t have to leave..” he whispers sadly, “I want to stay here, with you. Here in LA.”

“You shouldn’t stay here Hongjoong, you have so much talent.. you’re an amazing person, you were meant to be an idol,” you look at him and he turns to you, “I wouldn’t want to hold you back.”

He stares at you for a long time, before opening his mouth, almost hesitating, “Y/n.. can I tell you something?” You nod, turning your body to lean on your arm next to him.

“I like you..” he blushes, his hands trembling at his confession to you.

“You.. you do?” He nods, eyes looking away in embarrassment.

“I like you too..” your eyes water, “I really like you Hongjoong.”

His eyes snap back to yours, softening when he sees your face. “Don’t cry,” he pulls you close to him, hand caressing your face to wipe away your tears.

“Don’t forget about me..” you whisper, looking up at his beautiful, clear face.

He looks at you for a second, before leaning down to place his lips softly on yours. His warm hand holds your face, while yours shoot up to grab onto his shirt, pulling him as close as you can. You kiss until you run out of breath, finally separating when it becomes too much.

“We’ll make it work,” he lets out a smile, pushing your hair out of your face, “I’ll never forget about you. I’m yours.. and you’re mine.”

#ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez hongjoong #ateez #ateez kim hongjoong #hongjoong smut #hongjoong angst #hongjoong fluff #kim hongjoong #kim hongjoong angst #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #hongjoongie #hongjoong #kpop smut #kpop angst #kpop fluff

[stuniolobbg]

oh honey, i'm so happy that you're managing to do some things, it's the little things that will make you improve little by little.

I understand you sweet, I know what it's like to be in a depression where you can't move, it feels like the world is punishing you or wanting to make you suffer.

Your family are idiots for not seeing the brilliance you have regardless of who you are, people should try to understand and support you, but they just do shit.

Binge eating is horrible, I've been there and it sucks not being able to stop eating and then all the guilt comes and we feel bad.

You go to a psychologist or something like that? I recommend it a lot, I do it and it has helped me so much, I literally went off the deep end and I'm maintaining a good routine, even if I have relapses I'm trying, but it's not easy.

You are being so strong and I am very proud of you my love. This will pass, I know it will and you will still be very happy.

No don’t make me cry, not even my friends/family care this much.

TW: mentions of drugs, mentions of abuse, mentions of Sa, mentions of Ed, and other disturbing topics?

I’ve refused to go see a specialist because I might have Autism and since it’s a dumbass Trend now don’t want that label on me yk? But I’ll try soon. Another thing with seeing someone is being weighed. I don’t wanna be weighed because I don’t wanna look at my weight. And even if I don’t look at my weight if I know someone else has my weight and I don’t know what it is then I’ll stress about that too.

My family have always been shit heads tbh. My mums only stopped doing drvgs in November 2022 and she’d be on drvgs my whole life. And now just because she’s not high 24/7 she acts like the sun shines out her ass I’m proud of her obviously it just gets annoying

My dad on the other hand was also on drugs but he left when I was 8 and then only smoked weed after that. But my dad was and still is mentally, physically, emotionally and verbally abusive so it’s hard to even go near him atp, another thing my dad did, I lived with him when I was 12 and he LITERALLY masturbated in front of me EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. I couldn’t see anything because his bottom half was under a blanket but it’s still a traumatic thing yk? And when I told someone I found out it’s actually illegal to do anything like that to an under 13 year old. That’s classed as sa. I AM NOT AT MY DADS ANYMORE IM SAFE

But honestly thankyou for caring you’ve made my day just dm me if you need to talk because I’ll listen and try my best to support you 🤍

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #spotify

[rosie-rosem]

heart of our home

❥ pairing: husband!dad!jay x wife!mom!fem!reader

❥ genre: slight angst, slight fluff, parents!au, comfort

❥ summary: as much as you cherished your role as a wife and mother, there were moments when you felt overwhelmed. Jay's parents often visited while he was at work. They were kind people, but there was an unspoken expectation that you would cater to their every need simply because you are the wife and homemaker.

❥ warnings: mention of food, crying, feeling taken for granted, mostly lowercase, grammar mistakes, let me know if i missed something.

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WC: 530

A/N: hihi, i wanted to post something other than tweeting hearts or the tlit21c series so here we are! i had this in my drafts for a while, but i hope you enjoy it although it’s quite short! :D

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you didn't mind being hospitable, but it sometimes left you feeling unappreciated and taken for granted.

today was no different. Jay's parents had stopped by, and you welcomed them with a warm smile, just like you always did. you prepared a meal for them, and as they finished eating, you cleared the dishes and tidied up the kitchen. all the while, you kept a cheerful facade, not wanting to burden Jay with your feelings.

after they left, min-ju your daughter was put to bed, and you awaited Jay's return. as the front door opened, you looked up, attempting to mask the subtle sorrow in your eyes. Jay walked in, and though he greeted you with a loving smile, he sensed something wasn't right.

"hey, you," he said softly, setting his bag down. "how was your day?"

"It was good," you replied, avoiding eye contact. "just the usual." you turned away, pretending to busy yourself with the dishes, hoping he wouldn't press further. but Jay was intuitive; he knew you too well.

he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you gently. "come on, love, I can tell something's bothering you. you know you can talk to me, right?"

you sighed, feeling the weight of your emotions crumbling your composure. "it's just... I sometimes feel like I'm taken for granted. your parents expect me to do everything for them just because I'm the wife. It's like I don't have a say in anything when they're around."

Jay listened attentively, his eyes filled with understanding. "i’m sorry, y/n. I didn't realize it was getting to you like this. i’ll talk to my parents and make sure they understand that you're not just here to serve them or me."

Tears welled up in your eyes, touched by his concern. "I just don't want to cause any problems, Jay." He gently wiped away a tear with his thumb. "you're not causing problems, you're expressing yourself, and that's important. you're the heart of our home, not just a servant for anyone. I love you for everything you do, and I want you to be happy."

In that moment, you felt a sense of relief and gratitude. Jay's reassurance and empathy were exactly what you needed. with him by your side, you knew you didn't have to bear this burden alone.

—

Jay spoke to his parents about the situation, ensuring that they respected and appreciated your role as a wife and mother. They soon understood that you were an equal partner in the household. and so, your interactions became more harmonious.

you and jay grew even closer through this experience. he made an effort to help with household chores and took a more active role in managing visits from his parents. we learned to communicate openly and honestly, fostering a deeper bond that strengthened our family.

life didn't magically become perfect, but it improved significantly. Jay's parents now saw you as a cherished member of their family, and you felt valued and loved in your role as a wife and mother. you both took knowing that you could rely on each other's support and understanding, making your home a place of love, understanding, and acceptance.

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© rosie-rosem

#kpop #enhypen #jay #enha #fanfic #enhypen jay #park jongsong #enhypen jongseong #rosie rosem #jay x female reader #jay x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen parents au #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen comfort

[lunarcat982]

Untitled book

ok so here's chapter 1 of a story I'm writing I've already written the first 3 chapters so will prob post them at some point. Also this is rly long so if u want me to post further chapters like split into different posts or something js say! and pls give ideas and feedback (it won't be perfect so I'll defo need like improvements lol) :))

Chapter 1 

Meet Felix 

Felix sighed as he walked down the crowded hallway of his school, his thoughts drowning in the chatter and enjoyment within his peers. you could vaguely hear his timid footsteps echo around the school. He had bags under his eyes with a tint of red. He’d been crying again. It was so hard sometimes… It hurt. He couldn’t bear it. It was the end of another day just like the others, painful, emotionless and hell.  Felix's phone buzzed in his blazer pocket, probably mum or dad asking him for something as they always do.  Oh… it was Isabell. They used to be friends a few weeks back, good friends, but she said she wanted to find some new ‘people’ and maybe find love, or some generic shit like that anyway. He couldn't remember what she said exactly, but it didn’t help with his mental state, she was one of the few people who kept him at least a little happy in this fucked up world. Haha probably the only person, and then when she went away, he couldn’t help feeling empty and alone, not even his parents talked to him anymore. 

Apparently, she wanted to meet him somewhere today at 4:00, she wanted to talk about how things are going and maybe hang out a bit more. Felix managed a meek smile, maybe he did have someone to relate to, maybe his existence wasn’t so meaningless. He was getting his hopes up, that was the mistake. 

Felix walked up the steep hill that led to the long winding road that accommodated his house. His feet gently smothered browning leaves that had recently fallen from their respective branches. He had already started conjuring up what to say, what to ask. The only problem was getting out of his house after he was in it, of course mum would start bombarding him with questions about girlfriends if he brought up the fact he was going out with a girl. He would have to lie, not that it meant anything, it was almost instinctive now. He just couldn't get why they didn't understand he wasn't interested in any girls! It angered him more than it should have. 

He had arrived, he stood tiresomely in front of the bleak grey door he knew only too well; something about impressing the neighbours, his mum had said. Lazily he pulled on the handle and slowly opened and closed the door. Nothing, he was safe. Carefully Felix ascended the stairs and changed into something more suitable than his confining uniform; and yet even after this he still felt constricted by his parents' choice of clothes, he yearned for something more…  expressive. It-it didn't matter now, he had to go, he was going to be late. He was downstairs now, and was about to leave, but. 

“And just where do you think you’re goin?” her voice was slurred and slow, she had been drinking again. Felix sighed, “I-I’m going to see a friend”

“Which friend!” His mother snapped at him drawing another gulp of wine from one of her already half empty glasses. 

“It’s a boy mum! Okay?” Felix said, actively avoiding looking at the mess, which was his birth mother, he couldn’t stand to see anyone, not even her like this. 

“Eugh, fuckin’ hell Felix, you keep on seein’ all these boys, you’re gonna end up a fag,” 

Felix shut his eyes and tried ignoring the comment, even though the anger was begging to be let out. He never supported his mum’s or, well, the whole town's view on the LGBTQ+ community. But he couldn’t think about that right now, he needed to go, and with that his mum slunk back into the living room in which all the blinds were drawn down, and Felix swung the door open and slammed it shut behind him, ready to see an old friend.    

He was starting to smile more now, he felt heavy weights he’d been carrying for God knows how long lift off him. He felt a sense of escape rush over him; escape from his family? guilt? He wasn’t sure, but it made him feel better and that's all that mattered right now.  And then it hit him, they hadn’t even organised an area to meet up. That was stupid of him. He quickly pried the phone from his pocket and texted asking to meet at… maybe Grey Heart woods? Yeah, that was a good place, he had an idea of something to show her. Felix smiled at the thought of this, he hadn’t been given the chance to express his interests for a long while now and he was eager to do so.  His phone buzzed in his hand “yh ok” she replied.  

15 minutes later Felix was outside the field by Grey Heart woods, he used to hang out here, back when everything was simpler, and he didn’t feel alone all the time. This was where he first met Isabell, they were both 13, wow 2 years ago. Heh, time flies when you have nothing to do with your life. 

At this moment Felix realised Isabell was nowhere to be seen, he checked his phone: 16:01. She was late, eh it was ok people are often late- he had suggested the meeting spot rather late. It only bothered him when he was late, he couldn’t stand that- it made him very uncomfortable; he still wasn’t sure why. 

5 minutes passed and eventually he saw her come out of an opening to the right. She still had glasses although they were new, a ginger ponytail hung from the back of her head and she seemed more confident than the last team he saw her, taller too.  He put on a smile and tried cleaning the mop of black hair that draped over his forehead. In truth he was nervous, it had been so long, and he didn’t want to lose this like he lost it before. 

They walked towards each other, both smiling, “H-hi!” he said, raising a hand to wave, his attempts at hiding his nervous-ness were poor. “Hellooo!” she giggled. He smiled at this, she hadn’t changed, quirky and weird. 

“Heheh, so how have you been? It's been a long time, "he said, more confident now. “Well, let's see, parents still divorced check, no friends check, oh! And still single, definitely check," "and you?” she asked with a beaming smile. 

“Wow ok, let me think, I’ve been rotting away in my room, been crying in the school bathrooms and been completely and utterly alone,” he said, hinting at how much her sudden leaving hurt him. 

“Yeah, I’ll cheers to that!” She said, distracted, looking into the woods to the left of them both. “So, you wanna go in?” she asked signalling towards the woods 

“Um yeah sure,” “I actually have something to show you!” he said remembering what he was planning. “Oh, you do, do you?” she said once again with that cheeky smile. 

They’d been walking for around 5 minutes into the woods now and Isabell was getting restless, “when are we getting there?” she asked. 

“Hehe don’t worry we’re nearly there, I promise”,  

she wasn’t convinced, he could tell. And she was starting to move her body closer to his as they walked.  That was... new, eh it's probably nothing.  

Finally, the pair came to a stop in front of a large tree, around 5 metres up the trunk were 10 wooden planks nailed into various branches, although some appeared to be losing their grip and leaning off the edges.  “Um what's this?”  

“A treehouse!” He said. He was feeling more open with her now, he didn’t mind her judgement. 

“okayy , how are we gonna get up?” she said a little more interested now. 

“Ladder!” he said, smiling and gesturing towards an arrangement of horizontal wooden slabs scaling the trunk of the tree. 

Isabell frowned at the state of the wood but climbed it, nevertheless. Felix followed her up, close behind, smiling more and more. He missed this place.   

Eventually, the two of them had reached the top, Felix was surprised at how well the place had held up, only a few patches of moss growing here and there. “So, what were you gonna bring me up here for again?” She said, her voice smoother and fluid. It was probably just him. 

“Well,” he said, a little nervous, again, “I actually wanted to show you something I’m really interested in… paradoxes!”  he said, smiling once more. 

She frowned at this, “what?” she said coldly. 

“Y'know, a statement or question that contra-” 

“Are you kidding me?”  

“W-what?” 

“I’ve been acting like all nice for you, like we used to be” “And this is what I get…” “Felix, I LIKE you”  

“I” He didn't know what to do, he was panicking and confused. 

She sighed, “I guess I’ll have to do it myself” she whispered as to not let him hear. He did. “Felix, I’m sorry” she started cooing, that same smooth tone in her voice again, “come on we can just be together, I Know you like me” she started moving towards him on her hands and knees. He froze, he didn’t know what to do and was so confused. She was on him now. “W-” he managed to get the start of a word out before she pressed her lips against his own, closing her eyes she moved her hand to his cheek. He felt her tongue progressing towards his mouth, his back now pressed against the wood beneath him, as she leaned into him. He was scared, so scared, he didn’t like this. Without thinking he pushed against her, releasing himself from her clutch.  She got back onto her knees and looked at him with disgust. He hadn't realised, he was now crying, and his eyes were now red with worry. “Fuck you!” she said now angry, “Y-you freak!” she was hurt too, and he could tell in her voice she was on the brink of tears herself.  Without warning she descended the ladder two steps at a time, and ran away from him, all the while he sat there, tears rolling down his red cheeks.  Felix sat there for half an hour more, crying harder than he had in months, as that word repeated over and over in his head, “Freak”. 

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[becausesomething]

Chapter 11 - The (re)beginning of the relationship

warning: feelings and smut

Eriss POV

I woke up to a noise, it was difficult to get used to the dim light and the tiredness I felt. I feel a hand on my shoulder.

-I prepared some snacks for you, you need to eat something. And you should go sleep somewhere more comfortable. - says Killer, patting me on the head.

-I don't want to leave him alone, I'm afraid. - I feel tears filling my eyes once again.

-We all do, but he is strong and you did the best you could. He will wake Eriss up, trust me. Do you want me to stay here and rest?

-No, it's almost time for medication. Then, I'll call you later. Thanks. - he nods and leaves, closing the door.

I squat down on the sofa, holding my legs and start crying uncontrollably, once again.

When I saw him on the floor passed out, covered in blood, I was floored. The fear of losing him took over me, I wouldn't be able to go through that pain again. It was Wire that managed to bring me to reality, and I had to swallow all the avalanche I felt and fulfil my role as a doctor. I managed to treat the wounds, but they will leave marks, however his arm was too destroyed to be accepted by the body that was already struggling between life and death.

I get up and start examining it once again. My heart stopped for microseconds each time I allowed myself to appreciate his serenity, his dishevelled red hair, his bare torso covered in bandages, the black pants that fit his appearance so well.

I hadn't realized it, but I spent my days talking to him, telling him the story I wanted him to hear instead of pushing me away, the adventures until I found him again, my wishes for the future.I pull up a chair and sit next to it, leaning on the bed, I take his hand and intertwine our fingers.

-Kimi was my first passion for all the discovery that the female body caused in me, but Kid, it was you who always left me breathless at the simplest touches. I shouldn't have ignored my feelings. I'm sorry, it was never my intention to hurt you. I wipe away the tears and pat her face.-Because of me, we close ourselves back to what we feel. Which made me finally understand everything I felt and the answer was always in front of me. That's why you have to be strong, I need you, as captain and as the man in my life.

I let out a sigh and curl up in his arm, eventually falling asleep again.

-I fell asleep again, I think it's night, I better go get more coffee.

I'm about to get up when I feel Kid's fingers stop me.

-Don't go, stay with me. I'm weak, but I don't want to lose you again. Eriss promises...-his voice is weak, but she couldn't be more relieved knowing he was starting to recover.-

I promise Eutass, I won't go anywhere again. - I start crying again and hug him.

-Ah, it hurts!

-Oops, sorry. Try to sleep again. - he quickly falls asleep again.

Kid was starting to show signs of improvement, I gave in to his request to go to his room instead of staying in the infirmary, but I still wouldn't leave his side. I took advantage of the fact that he was sleeping and went to take a quick shower. I lost track of how many days I hadn't rested properly, I felt my body relax with the hot water. I wear tight black shorts, a black crop top and put my hair in a bun.

When I came out of the bathroom, Kid was trying to get up.

-Kid, you shouldn't make any effort, the wounds are deep and can open again. - I run to him and just in time to catch him.

-I can't stand lying down anymore. I want to take a shower, I think it will help me.

-You're so hard-headed - he pouts, fuck, I can't resist - okay, I'll call Killer to help you.

-No, I can do it alone.

-No, you can't, the wounds are recent, you need to be careful.

-Then help me, no one will know better than you.-I...it would be better if we talked first...I don't want things to get awkward between us again.

Kid POV

-Eriss, it's an order. You are our doctor and the most competent person I know. - I stroke his face.

Killer had told me how devastated Eriss had been, but he still managed to treat my wounds and never left my side again. I felt it when she was talking to me, I remember it vaguely because I was under the effect of medication, but the most important thing was the feeling she emanated from me. During the fight with Shanks, when I saw Eriss being surrounded by enemies, my heart froze and I just thought that I didn't want to lose her.I also want to give you an opportunity...

-Do I really have to go into the bathtub wearing my boxers?

-Yes, and don't even think about taking them off, you're already lucky enough to let you take a shower.

She sits on the edge and takes a sponge and starts to wet my body. I took a pretty good beating, my body is full of cuts and very deep wounds on the side where that shit ripped off my arm.

She's gentle, but I still let out a few grunts of pain from the wounds on my neck and stomach.

-Am I hurting you? - those velvety coloured eyes shine and warm my soul.

-No, it's just uncomfortable.

-I thought I was going to lose you. My world stopped when I saw you on the floor lifeless. - she drops her strong posture until now and begins to cry desperately.

- I'm sorry, I was an idiot, I should have told you.

-Princess - I hug her and pull her towards me - I should be the one asking for your forgiveness, I shouldn't have been a scoundrel and made you suffer even more.

Her crying becomes even more intense and she clings to my neck.

-I'm fine, you can rest. You've taken care of me until now, it's time for me to start paying you back. I also want you to be the woman of my life. - She leans on my shoulders, careful not to rest on the wounds and looks at me with a look of astonishment.

- I may have heard one or two of the conversations you had with me.

I take one of the strands of her hair and start to twirl it around my fingers, making her relax and smile like I haven't seen in a long time.

#one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #kid x reader #eutasskid #fanfiction #one piece #onepiece fanfiction #whipintheheart - chapter11

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

The calls contain important references from Victor’s Glacier Date. So, please make sure you read the date first! ♡

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

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[1st Call]

Victor: I was in a video conference just now and couldn’t pick up your call.

Victor: Anyway, I’d really like to know what on earth is it that happened to a certain someone?

Victor: Why did I receive a bunch of crying and rolling around memes the second I turned on my phone? 

MC: That… it’s actually not that big a deal.

MC: It’s just that I really don’t want to come to work anymore, sob sob sob sob––!

Victor: …

Victor: I seem to have heard the exact words more than once.

Victor: Why is it that every time a vacation ends, a certain someone always adheres to making this complaint without exception?

MC: Because every time I come back to work on the first day, it feels like being in hell!

MC: And especially since we were away for so long this time, it’s really like I’ve returned to the hell inside the hell!

MC: We received feedback on the previous works, and now we have to do follow-ups on them. At the same time, we also have to prepare for new projects.

MC: We still haven’t landed on a schedule regarding when I’ve to go to LFG to submit the quarterly report, so I still have to check with Goldman…

MC: By the way, the report I missed before the vacation, I’ll email it to you later at…

Victor: I remember it’s supposed to be the lunch break at [MC’s Company Name] right now.

MC: Eh?

Victor: I mean, how come a certain someone who says she doesn’t want to work is calling me and still talking about work?

MC: …!!

MC: In fact, there are, of course, also other things outside of work that I want to talk to you about~

MC: For instance… uhh… for instance, I think the sky doesn’t look good today, and there’s a good chance that it might rain!

Victor: It will indeed rain, but it’s gonna stop around 7 pm.

Victor: Have you forgotten? You put the umbrella in my bag in the morning.

MC: Sob sob, it turns out that I already reminded you… I’m dizzy from all the work rush.

MC: …by the way, Pudding hasn’t been eating very actively lately. So, I opened a can for it in the morning, and its appetite seemed to have improved a little~

Victor: That’s just its habitual trick, and it does the same thing every time it gets a craving for canned food.

Victor: And you are the only one it still manages to fool every time.

MC: …that’s because it calls out so pitifully every time! Oh, there’s also…

Victor: All right, no need to rack your brain to divert the subject.

Victor: Just now, I simply wanted to remind you to not get bogged down in work all day long. Occasionally, you should also hop around a little bit and let your mind rest for a while.

Victor: Let’s end the chat here for now. My next meeting is about to start.

Victor: Do you still have to work overtime tonight?

MC: Mm, I need to work over…

Victor: Remember to text me when you’re almost finished. Don’t worry, I’ll bring late-night snacks as comfort.

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[2nd Call]

Starts at – 2:07

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Victor: Are you working overtime tonight?

MC: No. It just happens that I can get off work on schedule. Just need five more minutes, and I’ll be able to sneak out of here~

Victor: That’s good. Come with me when you’re done, and we’ll go together to pick up the car.

Victor: The 4S store contacted me in the afternoon and said that the maintenance has been done and it’s good to be received today.

MC: Okay!

MC: It drove us through the desert and onto the glaciers. It was indeed time for it to take proper rest.

MC: By the way, has the scratch on the front of the car been repaired too?

Victor: It’s fixed. That was especially taken care of to make it exactly the same as before.

Victor: Or perhaps we could leave it as it was. You know, as a commemoration of a certain dummy’s driving skills.

MC: Victor! There’s no need for this kind of commemoration!

MC: Besides, I got it scruffed just that one time… all my parallel parking was perfect after that!

Victor: It was indeed perfect. It’s just that the duration became directly proportional to the result.

Victor: I had finished reading several emails, and a certain someone was still staring into the rearview mirror, meticulously adjusting the steering wheel.

MC: I was just being cautious, that’s all! Haven’t you heard of the saying, “it is better to be late in this world than to be early in the next”~

Victor: I’ve indeed heard of it. But if I remember correctly, this is a slogan to exhort drivers against running red lights.

Victor: A certain someone trying to use that as a justification for dilly-dallying while parking doesn’t seem very convincing.

MC: CEO Victor, you don’t need to poke holes into such small, insignificant details.

MC: How come you happen to notice all my occasional mistakes... my driving skills clearly aren’t that bad.

MC: You probably don’t know. You were so comfortable that you were actually snoring when we were on the highway~

Victor: ...okay, let’s assume that you’re telling the truth.

MC: What assume... what I said is exactly what happened! I’ll most definitely be the driver next time and wipe clean the “bad” impression you have of me.

MC: But calculating the time, it’ll be quite a while before we go on our next trip...

Victor: It doesn’t need to be quite a while. You can experience that one more time today.

MC: What?

Victor: It doesn’t only have to be the self-drive tours. You can also practice your skill on the route to when we go to work and return home.

Victor: I didn’t drive up here today, all so to give a certain someone the opportunity to “prove herself.”

Victor: All right, five minutes have passed. Come to LFG now. I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.

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#merry christmas everyone~ 🎄⛄❤️ #hhhhhgnnn i can’t with their all married couple talks akskfjsjk #their phone calls are always like this lol all married couple talks 😂😭🫠💘 #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

[scintillyyy]

a n y w a y s currently 12 episodes into season 2 of the firefighter show so just some thoughts

you know, i stand corrected. i am liking what they're doing with shannon. so far. she's not demonized at all!! and the christmas thing got me, i'll admit it. i'm a sucker for that stuff.

wish the episode awful people hadn't gone for the whole dispatcher story and instead focused more on the actual awful people that make the job kind of miserable, like the drunk person who calls for help and then spits on you. (ik ik they did the evil racist guy but like they could have done more)

i did enjoy hen's origin although i think it was a ~little on the nose as far as racism and sexism within the job. like. trust me that job is rife with sexism but it's usually not quite so in your face. every single person would be written up several times over and most of these dudes do care about their job enough to not jeopardize it. also, evil caricature old captain was hilariously lowballing the 82k to train a ~woman~. bro salary + benefits + training has easily got to be double that at least. it costs a lot to hire and train someone new. for context, when my husband's department was short staffed it was short for a few years because the city was more than content with paying hundreds of thousands of dollars in overtime every year because it was cheaper than hiring new guys and paying salay + benefits + pension.

speaking of salary, benefits, and pension go to https://transparentcalifornia.com/ go to cities go to los angeles go to the year of your choosing type in and search within those records for firefighter. enjoy.

i do think the show continues its complete misconstruing of how the fire service chain of command works here with evil former captain (although i will admit, an old asshole with a terrible mustache and terrible opinions is realistic, so i'll allow it), once again the show seems to think a captain is the be all end all of decision making who apparently answers to no one. you see, unless the lafd does things extremely weirdly, there's a thing called staffing and numbers. you are assigned to specific trucks/engines/ambulances by the city. hell. by the fire chief in some departments. hell i'm pretty sure the fire chief of my husband's department called him once because they were trying to move around paramedics to ask if he had an opinion about being moved to a certain ambo they needed staffed (his opinion would be noted, but disregarded if necessary). if a captain left someone behind for no reason?? if you're assigned to a truck/engine/ambo you're going out with that truck/engine/ambo no exceptions. it's not like they show up for work and maybe they get taken out. if engine 7 is dispatched the people assigned to engine 7 are dispatched. it's not just 'hey, whoever's free, let's go'. like bro. chimney. talk to hr. i know you're a probie and the union can't help at this point but your captain also has people he reports to. the battalion chief would be very interested in this and everyone would probably think that evil captain getting his comeuppance would be hilarious as hell. there's no way that everyone who works under that captain isn't constantly shitting on what a dumbass he is and how he needs to retire.

speaking of chim's intro, i did like the episode but once again absolutely ridiculous about the whole they don't let him go out. also ridiculous the idea that they don't want to get to know him until they're sure he won't die?? lol wtf. like okay. firefighting is a dangerous job. but they have not done a lot of work improving it's safety over the years especially wrt fire management for these dudes to act like there's an epidemic of dying on the job. the US fire administration is crying. and obviously ik ik it worked with the whole kevin died on the job thing but it's still a little ridiculous.

anyways yea. actually. really the main issue with hen's, chimney's, and tbh even eddie's introductions is that not a single one of them brought donuts with them on their first day. that's how you make enemies of your coworkers from the get-go. they'll remember that.

if you're at all curious about firefighter fatalities, feel free to peruse https://apps.usfa.fema.gov/firefighter-fatalities/

lots of heart attacks.

also speaking of chim's intro episode, i must applaud it because it made me realize that the showrunners have no idea what the vehicle exhaust extraction system is aka what those yellow hoses are there for.

so the past few episodes i had noticed that the yellow hoses were just hanging there and i'm like. huh. why aren't those connected to the engines if the engine's in the bay, they connect those as they're driving the engine in. they should be. maybe it's just a one off.

but then. but then!! they showed a scene in chim's episode that had a firefighter holding the hose as if he just took it off so the engine could drive away and i'm like !!!! that is sooo hilariously wrong. because you see, that's an exhaust hose. and fire stations have those because the engines and trucks and whatnot run on diesel...and diesal exhaust is an occupational carcinogen and the fumes are very not good for you--especially if they're being emitted inside. so to avoid carbon monoxide in the bay what they do is vent the fumes out while the engine is running in the bay. the hose is connected to the exhaust pipe by a magnet and the hose vents outside and runs along an overhead track. when the engine is started in the bay the exhaust is safely vented outside and the hose is able to move with the engine until the engine leaves the station and you attach it back on when you enter the station.

i'm never going to not notice this. i'm going to be watching those things like a hawk now.

#some firefighter bullshit #Youtube

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Benjamin X Human!Reader Angsty forbidden love prompt with cute and fluffy moments, and a cute ending

!TW: Implied suffering from depression, implied swearing (‘cursing’), implied mention of suicide/suicidal intentions, mention of pregnancy/someone being pregnant, mention of hunting (not detailed), being suicidal, blood/mention of blood, word ‘bleeding’, implied suicide attempt (not extremely detailed), hospital/mention of hospital, wound/word ‘wound’ (not particularly detailed), stitches/word ‘stitched’, implied nudity (not detailed), nightmare/mention of nightmare, anxiety (not detailed)!

You would be surprised to run into Benjamin before his and Tia’s wedding, and you stammered when you tried to speak to him, worried that you would break down in front of him. “W-What are you doing-”

“Look, I don’t have much time,” Benjamin interrupted gently, a pained expression on his face, “but I wanted to tell you that I love you, and that nothing will ever change that, I promise.” You threw your arms around him as tears invaded your eyes, and he returned the hug, cursing Amun for doing this to you both. Benjamin held you at arm’s length, before he placed his left hand on your left cheek. “Meet me at midnight in the park alone, okay?” Benjamin requested, and you nodded quickly, managing a weak smile up at him.

༺𐦐༻

Benjamin would be surprised to see that you still slept with the little bear teddy that he gave you, and he decided to ask you why. “It made a difference in my life, B,” you answered, smiling down at the little teddy as you picked it up.

“It did?” Benjamin responded, and you nodded. “How?” Benjamin pried, curious.

“It stopped me from taking it,” you stated, “because it made me think of you.” Benjamin smiled weakly, before he wrapped his arms around you, and you returned the smile as you returned the hug.

༺𐦐༻

“It’s all my fault,” you murmured as you sank on the edge of the bed, and Benjamin shook his head as you did. “I should have agreed to marry you, instead,” you mused, “maybe Amun would have let us be together, then-”

“It’s not your fault, Y/n,” Benjamin claimed, and you reluctantly glanced up at him. “You were scared,” he recalled, “you felt as if you weren’t ready to get married, and I told Amun that, but-..” Benjamin sighed heavily, before he sat beside you. “He just - Doesn’t want us to be together,” Benjamin summed up, “and that’s on him, not you, or me. Him.” You nodded slowly, before you threw your arms around him, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Benjamin carefully wrapped his arms around you, wishing he could do more to comfort you as he did.

༺𐦐༻

When you’d first heard from Alice that Benjamin and Tia were having a child, you broke down, and Alice had to comfort you as much as she possibly could; she hated seeing you like this. You grimaced when Benjamin entered the room, and he frowned when he saw that you were crying. “Y/n-”

“Just leave me alone!” You cried, before you buried your face into Alice’s shoulder again, sobbing uncontrollably. Benjamin felt awful, and bowed his head, before he dragged himself out of the room.

Alice then got another vision, one of you, that worried her. “Y/n,” Alice spoke gently, but you wouldn’t dare respond or even look up at her.

“I need to go, Alice-”

“No!” Alice interrupted, holding you at arm’s length; she had seen you going home and attempting to take your life again in the vision. “Just talk to me, please,” she begged, “it will help to talk about your feelings, I promise.”

“What do you want me to say, Alice?” You snapped, and she fell quiet, a pained expression on her face. “Because I don’t feel like lying and saying ‘it could be worse’ right now,” you uttered, and Alice nodded gravely, understanding - it would be only natural for you to believe that things couldn’t improve after everything that had already happened to you.

༺𐦐༻

Benjamin got a bad feeling randomly whilst he was with Tia, and he anxiously fidgeted next to her, until he felt as if he shouldn’t wait and see if the feeling disappeared any longer. “I need to go,” Benjamin stated, standing up before Tia could stop him.

Tia would be disappointed, shuffling closer to him. “Where are you going?” Tia inquired, but Benjamin wouldn’t answer, he just turned and walked out, running in the direction of the Cullens’ and the Hayes’ home; he knew it would be just you home, and that the Cullens’ and Hayes’ must still be out hunting.

Benjamin jumped up to the window of the spare bedroom you were staying in, and he would wince when he noticed that there was a small amount of blood on the floor, and he pried the window open when he caught sight of you curled up in the corner. “B?” You whispered in a weak voice when you noticed him, and began to panic when your vision grew blurry as you couldn’t see if it was him, or a member of the Volturi. “Stay away from me!” You cried, trying to move away, but Benjamin tried to calm you down by wrapping his arms around you, before he eased you closer to him slowly.

“Look at me, Y/n,” Benjamin pleaded, and you looked up at him, whimpering, “just breathe, okay?” You nodded, trying to calm down by breathing. You found that, when you weren’t calming down, you began to panic more and more as you began to cry. Benjamin frowned, lifting his hand to stroke your hair whilst he investigated the source of the bleeding. “It’s okay to cry,” he whispered, trying not to break down himself because of the blood, and because of his suspicions that you’d done this to yourself on purpose. “I’m gonna take you to the hospital, okay? Carlisle probably won’t be back until later,” Benjamin mused, before he carefully picked you up and carried you downstairs. You whined, clinging to his shoulders as you thought he’d drop you. “It’s okay, Y/n,” Benjamin spoke gently, “I’m here for you, okay?” You nodded, pressing your face into the front of his neck.

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Benjamin was anxiously waiting for you to wake up after your wound had been stitched up, and when your eyes finally began to open, Benjamin smiled, before he leaned forward to hold your right hand in both of his. “I was worried about you,” he expressed, “I - I thought I’d lost you, at one point.” You shook your head, managing a weak smile up at him. “C-Can I do anything for you? I saw a vending machine in the waiting room,” he mused, “let me buy you a drink, at least.”

You hesitantly agreed, but only because you were thirsty. “Fine,” you gave in, and Benjamin smiled victoriously, before he stood up from his chair and left the room to buy you a bottle of water from the vending machine. When he returned, he looked disappointed, and you wondered what had happened. “Is there a problem with the vending machine?” You inquired, and Benjamin couldn’t hold it back anymore as he started laughing, shaking his head as he did. Benjamin offered you the bottle of water, and you smiled your thanks to him, before you accepted it from him. “You’re too good to me, B,” you remarked, and Benjamin grinned; he clearly agreed with you.

༺𐦐༻

Alice had organised a surprise birthday party for you, and Benjamin was told by Tia’s father that he couldn’t go when he heard about it. You tried to enjoy the party, but the feeling that something was missing made you feel empty; you’d never had a birthday party without Benjamin, before. You snuck outside when everyone appeared distracted, a pained expression on your face; you were trying not to cry. “May I have this dance?” A familiar, warm voice broke the silence, and you looked up, a smile automatically playing on your lips when you noticed Benjamin walking toward you. “Unless there’s someone waiting to dance with you inside-”

“N-No,” you interrupted, holding both of his hands, “I’m free.” Benjamin smiled back, glad. You wrapped your arms around him, and he wrapped his arms around your waist so you could both do what you thought was dancing. “I really thought you weren’t coming, at all,” you admitted, and Benjamin shook his head, a hurt look on his face.

“I couldn’t miss your birthday party for the world, Y/n,” Benjamin stated, “Tia’s father just held me up, and it wasn’t supposed to happen like that; I wasn’t intending to turn up so late.”

“It’s okay, B,” you reassured him, “you’re here now, and that’s all that matters.” You then shyly looked up at him, and he smiled lovingly down at you. “Kiss me,” you requested, and Benjamin nodded, before he leaned down to connect his lips to your’s gently; you loved how he was always so delicate with you.

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You smiled softly when you noticed Benjamin laying beside you in the morning, and you shuffled closer to him, before you wrapped your arms around him, admiring his facial features as you did.

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Benjamin had gotten out of bed before you, not wanting to disturb you as you had gone back to sleep. When you finally got up, you decided to pull on one of Benjamin’s shirts, too lazy to find your own items of clothing to wear as you dragged yourself down the stairs. “Morning,” you spoke, yawning as you entered the room - Benjamin was making breakfast for you both, and you could smell that he was making pancakes - your favourite.

Benjamin smiled back at you as you sank into the nearest seat, and he couldn’t help, but chuckle when he noticed that you were wearing one of his shirts. “Is there a special reason why you’re wearing my shirt?” Benjamin inquired, and you winced, looking away from him as you were embarrassed. “It looks good on you,” Benjamin complimented, and you expressed relief, smiling shyly up at him. Before Benjamin began to plate the pancakes up, he noticed that you looked tired, and like you hadn’t slept well last night. “Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare again?” Benjamin questioned, and you nodded, staring down at your hands. Benjamin frowned, before he abandoned the plated up pancakes for a brief moment. “Was it about - them, again?” Benjamin pried, hooking an arm around you to comfort you as he lowered himself onto the chair beside your’s. You nodded, beginning to fidget with your hands as you were anxious. “Just remember it was just a dream, Y/n,” he responded, “and even if they really tried to hurt you, I’d fight them, and protect you with my life.”

“B-”

“No, Y/n,” he interrupted; he knew what you were going to say; you didn’t want him to risk his life for your’s. “Look, let’s just - forget about this conversation, okay?” Benjamin compromised, and you reluctantly nodded, forcing a smile at him, and watching as he stood up to bring the plates over.

“Is there - Something you wanted to tell me - about last night?” You asked, and Benjamin smirked, before he shrugged, playing dumb. You giggled, amused by the look on his face.

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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

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[justwritedreams]

After Midnight | Jaemin

Word count: 1600 Genre: fluff, slight angst. Author: Maari Warnings: reader is kinda sad, suggestive. Note: writing this while listening to after midnight and love talks took me to a whole another level of horny. That’s it, I said. Request: I have this other song request if it’s okay with you, could you please do something inspired by Wayv’s after midnight with Jaemin? Like a head over heels established relationship with lots of kisses and loving, pretty please 🙏

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Y/N woke up slowly and yawned as she watched the room she was in, rubbing her eyes before getting out of bed and stretching until she felt the bones complain. Seeing that her boyfriend wasn't there as she remembered before going to sleep, she left the room feeling the glare of the hallway and kitchen lights sting her eyes, but she headed in that direction hearing that someone was in the kitchen. She smiled tiredly, one eye still open and the other closed as Jaemin stood at the counter pouring something into a mug. He noticed her presence and raised his head.

“Hello, Sleeping Beauty.” he smiled widely and Y/N smiled back, approaching him. "Do you want tea?" She nodded. "Please." she put her hands on his waist and Jaemin bent his torso so they could exchange a quick peck. Y/N leaned her elbows on the counter while Jaemin poured tea into another mug, she just put her face in her hand and watched him with a silly smile. It was amazing how even disheveled, with pajamas and without makeup, he managed to be even more handsome. She was the luckiest woman in the world to have him by her side. "What time is it?" she asked as he placed the mug in front of her. He started walking towards her and pointed at the microwave clock. "Midnight." he replied and hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Wow, I didn't even realize I'd slept so much." she laughed and brought the mug to her mouth to drink some of the hot liquid. "And you slept fast, when I turned to talk to you, you were already asleep." Jaemin commented and she turned her face so she could see him. "Sorry." He frowned. “Because you’re tired?” Y/N took another sip of tea, not responding. Of course, working all week was very tiring, but that wasn't all. Dating Jaemin was wonderful because he was always a person she could lean on, when she needed comfort he was there, when she needed a shoulder to cry on he was there too. But mostly he was an incentive boy. Every day he told her how she could overcome any obstacle, that she was strong. And she always clung to those words because he made her feel that way. But feeling down was normal, there are days when everyone feels that way, and realizing how stagnant her life was compared to other people, including people close to her, hadn't helped to improve her mood that particular day. So yes, she was tired but not physically. Jaemin pulled away, released her body and held out his hand. "Come here." he said, nodding towards the hallway and she held the mug with one hand while the other held Jaemin's. He carried her back to his room, closing the door with a thud, and made her sit on the bed as he took the chair from the computer desk, sitting across from her. “You know you can tell me anything, don't you? There are no secrets between us.” Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, looking away. She knew it was true. She always felt more comfortable talking about everything with him than with any of her friends. She trusted Jaemin more than herself, and his eyes so kind would make her say whatever was weighing on her chest, but she didn't want to worry him about something so silly. Y/N felt Jaemin bring his fingers to her chin and make her look up until she met his eyes. Jaemin didn't need to say anything, he never did, the way he looked at her with such admiration and respect was enough. “I've been feeling so lost, you know? Seeing people my age accomplish so much and sometimes I think I'm standing in the same place.” Jaemin brought the fingers that were on her chin to her cheek and made a gentle caress. "And I don't know, sometimes it feels like I'm alone and-" he interrupted her with a kiss on the lips that caught her off guard. "You will never be alone, I will always be here." he assured, taking her face to his with both hands. “I know but that's it, you know. I don't have anyone to tell you how good this thing we have is.” she shrugged, uncertain and Jaemin took the opportunity to kiss the tip of her nose. “What nobody knows, nobody spoils. Isn't that what they say?" She laughed lightly. In fact, since she started dating Jaemin, half of her friends have drifted away, even though she had tried to keep in touch. However, she had never felt so happy and light. Now she knew what it was like to feel loved and protected by someone who truly cared about her. Y/N hugged his shoulder with one hand while the other continued to hold the mug in her lap, with less force than before as Jaemin had the power to make her weak. Realizing his girlfriend's difficulty, he took the mug from her fingers and his free hand went to her waist, pressing her to sit on his lap. When she did, Jaemin pushed back his chair and placed the mug on the computer table, then turned his attention completely to her. Y/N took the opportunity to take the other arm to his shoulder and brought their faces closer. “You're right, because I don't want anyone to know what we do after midnight. I don't want anyone lusting after my boyfriend." she tried to speak angrily but all she managed to do was make Jaemin laugh because of her pout. “Lusting me?” he raised his eyebrows, laughing. “Because I do this?” he lowered his face to her neck and left a quick, wet kiss. "Yeah." she replied weakly as she felt her heart speed up. "And this." Jaemin raised his lip to Y/N's ear and took a light bite, which made her shiver from head to toe, pressing him even tighter against her body. “Jaemin…” “Or maybe this.” he kissed her jaw for a long time, making her roll her eyes before closing them completely. Y/N was already out of breath before she even started kissing him in the intense way they always did, feeling him lower the kiss to her chin she shivered in anticipation as his hot breath rasped between her lips. She squeezed his shoulders tightly but couldn't open her eyes so she could face the bright eyes that always carried the same comfort and love she needed so much, that only he could fill her. Y/N sighed as Jaemin's lips found hers, warm and soft as ever, in a slow, sensual kiss as his hands began to trail her skin under her shirt, and she shivered between his fingertips as the tongues ​​met to dance to the same rhythm. They didn't need to rush things, everything could go slowly, the world could end up outside and still they would continue in their own dance to explore each other's tastes. When they pulled away in a loud pop, their lips red and swollen, she grabbed him by the back of the neck and started another kiss with the same intensity as Jaemin leaned back his chair and Y/N better arranged the position on his lap, putting her legs around his hip without parting their lips. His hands began to explore her back in such a gentle caress as their heads moved from side to side in perfect sync. But the distance was still suffocating, Y/N felt the need for Jaemin to touch every inch of her body with the heat of his own body, that's why her hands went from the back of his neck to the shoulders and arms, giving a strong squeeze and they kept going down until they found the hem of his shirt, going up slightly and they moved away only for Jaemin's shirt to be taken off completely. After the piece was no longer in the way, their gazes met the fire practically burning inside the iris that reflected the same thing, Jaemin brought a hand to Y/N's swollen lips and felt her faint breath against his skin, seeing her close her eyes again. He cupped her thighs and pushed up from the chair as she hugged him by the shoulder again, initiating a kiss that this time was faster and much more thirsty. Y/N didn't care if her lungs were hurting from not getting the breath she needed, not when Jaemin laid her on the bed and covered her with his own body like she wanted, the heat of his torso was intoxicating and warmed her instantly, his hands still on her thighs made her grip his hips tighter and pull him close. From her thighs, Jaemin's hands found the shirt she was wearing and pulled it a little desperately, breaking the kiss once more, while admiring her even in the low light, he brought his hand to her belly, the skin prickling and Y/N sucked in all the air her boyfriend had stolen from her. "Yeah, nobody needs to know the way I touch you after midnight." he smiled before reaching out to start kissing her neck again. Y/N closed her eyes and brought her hand to the back of his neck, gripping Jaemin's hair as she felt his lips dispel any sadness, anguish, wear and tear, despair. Any bad feelings didn't exist after midnight when she was in his arms.

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[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi, Ducky! I love you Valentine’s Day event :) may I please order a plain box with white chocolate marbled with milk chocolate (Kakashi and Gai-sensei) in an oval shape with caramel filling? Thank you!

I loved being able to write for Kakashi. I think I managed to capture just how alone this man truly feels.

I tried to keep this in character as much as possible!! I hope it isn’t too OOC.

I found it a lil hard to fit the white chocolate aspect in here, but I hope it’s enough nonetheless

REGARDLESS THANKS FOR DA REQUEST 🥹

CW UNDER THE CUT: this do have some tickles in it ngl. Spoilers for Naruto’s first arc.

Kakashi will remember this mission until the day he dies…

The day he returned from the Land of Waves, Kakashi hadn’t been this distraught since… childhood events had happened. His team barely scraped out alive, with two of his three team members in the hospital.

He couldn’t explain why this team of brats was so special to him. When he was with the Anbu, he witnessed deaths of innocent shinobi first hand, so why was this any different?

Well, they’re his team after all.

They were his first team to ever pass the bell test, his first team to truly improve each other without them even knowing. They were his first group of idiots, even more, they’re his kids…

Kakashi needed help. He needed someone to invade his presence, as much as he’d fight it. He needed someone to just exist with him for a while, to remind him that everyone was alright.

He wasn’t expecting that someone to be in his freaking apartment when he returned home.

“Guy? Wh- What are you doing in my apartment?” The silver-haired jonin asked, Genuinely flabbergasted.

“Waiting for you, of course!” The jonin chimed, “Tell me all about it! Did you fight anyone powerful? How are your little ones? Did anyone discover their true power?”

“My… little ones…” Kakashi whispered, hands beginning to shake. “Uh, can- can we talk about the- the mission later?”

“Hey, What’s on your mind, rival?” The taijutsu master asked with a patient smile.

The silver-haired jonin squeezed his eyes shut and released a shaky exhale, bracing himself on the back of the couch.

The latter’s smile dropped as he stood quickly to his feet. This was greatly uncharacteristic of his rival… “Kakashi?”

Kakashi’s iron wall suddenly crumbled.

“I was… powerless to help them.” He admitted, voice strained, “I don’t think I could stand hearing Sakura cry over Sasuke’s dead body again.”

That sentence made the jonin’s blood run cold. “It’s alright, here, take a seat.” Guy gently placed a hand on his back, slowly helping his rival to sit. He followed the jonin’s action, sitting next to the suffering man. “It’s going to be okay, take some breaths.”

Against his proper judgement, knowing he’d likely turn away. Guy took both of Kakashi’s hands in his own. “Kakashi… what happened in the Land of Waves?”

Finally, the copy ninja allowed himself to be vulnerable. His breath hitched as his head hung low, settling itself atop of Guy’s rapidly beating heart. He recounted the details of the mission: Tazuna’s lies, Zabuza, Haku, Naruto and Sasuke’s condition, Sakura feeling helpless. “I failed my team…” he murmured, desperately trying to keep his composure.

Maybe it had something to do with losing so many people, but the thought of this team dying… it was enough to make him want to retire for good. He couldn’t lose anyone else, especially not those kids.

“Kakashi, don’t say that.” Guy dropped his rivals hands, and his arms found their way around the jonin’s slightly shaking figure. “You led your team to defeat two S ranked shinobi. It isn’t your fault that Tazuna lied about the mission’s rank.”

Melting into the gentle hug, the silver-haired male sighed. “Their injuries were so severe, Guy. I-“ his breath quavers as he slowly exhales, “I thought for sure I was going to lose them all.”

“I see.” Guy replied, “What matters is, they’re all here. They’re all still alive, and you didn’t lose a single one of them. Those kids are have come back stronger. And that’s the power of youth!”

Kakashi grinned slightly under his mask, Guy always somehow found the way to utilize his catchphrase in every conversation. “That they have.” He closed his eyes and listened to the gentle beating of his friend’s heart.

Guy absentmindedly brought his hands up to trace circles on his friend’s back. “Everything will be okay, Kakashi.”

The silver-haired jonin’s shoulders slightly heaved up and down, showing the latter that he was gently laughing.

“Oh? What’s this?” Guy teased, not ceasing his movement.

“Mmmhmhmn. Don’t b-be mean.” Kakashi demanded, jumping slightly when his friend’s hands traced down toward his arms.

“After all these years… you’re still-“

“Don’t say it-“

“Alright fine, it seems like you’ll have to say it.” The taijutsu master cooed, sneaking his hands down to the sides of Kakashi’s ribs.

“HNGH- G-Guy. Not n-now.” The male hissed, stumbling over his words.

“This can stop easily; you know what you have to say.” With a little more gusto, the jonin pinched at the bones beneath his fingers.

“C-cmohohon, Guy.” The silver-haired male sputtered, “m’nohohohot sahahaying ihihit.”

“That’s too bad. I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to do this, but you leave me no choice.”

With a sudden, swift movement, Guy’s hands were gently prodding at Kakashi’s mask-covered neck. “I still remember your weak spots, rival.”

“G-Guhuhuhuy. Juhuhust lehehet mehehe wahahallohohow.”

“Wallowing? The Kakashi wallowing in self pity? Unheard of.”

“Yehehes! Ihihihi’m truhuhustihihing yohohou ihihihin my vuhuhulnerahahable mohohomehehent.”

“I’m still not hearing what I need to hear!”

“Ohohokahahay! Ohohokahahay! Ihihim tihihicklish! Plehehehehease! Nohohoho mohohore!”

“Ah how the great Kakashi has fallen.” The gentle assault stopped.

The jonin relaxed once more, for the prior tickling had returned to a reassuring rubbing.

“Hey.” Guy tapped his shoulder.

“Mm?” Kakashi lifted his head.

The taijutsu user smiled patiently, “Your kids are safe.”

“My kids…”

“Are safe.” Guy reassured.

“My kids are safe.” Kakashi repeated. He sighed with relief as he repeated the words like a mantra. “My kids are safe… they’re alive… All of them…?”

“All of them.” The other jonin answered, nodding.

“My team… Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura… all of them… alive. My kids are safe. My kids are-“ the silver-haired male was interrupted by a thumb gently wiping his cheek.

He was crying? When did he…?

“I’m- I’m sorry, Guy. I shouldn’t be-“

“We’re off duty. You should be doing whatever will help you be at peace, Kakashi.” The taijutsu master replied with a sweet smile. “Care for another hug, rival?“

“Sure…” the jonin sighed in content, as he laid his head back on the chest behind him, “Hey, Guy?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks.”

No reply was needed from the other man, who simply patted his friend’s head. As time passed, Kakashi had calmed. Still with the silver-haired male in his arms, Guy returned to recounting his daily tales of praise for his students.

He’d have to harp on Guy about breaking and entering, but Kakashi only had one goal to achieve for the day: to go and visit his kiddos.

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

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[b-lessings]

Beh.. Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

I do not know where to start the storytelling session from, but here is the brief version, 8 years ago I got accepted in a master's degree, I was happy, proud, excited, you name it.. but I was in a different phase of my life where my priorities weren't straight, and I sorta did things for the wrong reasons, but that's not the point. After studying and passing the first 2 years it was time to work on my research and write the MA dissertation thesis.. which took me about 2 years of wasted time, and I missed all the deadlines and ended up quitting and leaving the program without graduating. It was one of the hardest times it in my life. I only have one description for it: Painful. When I was trying to work on my research I was utterly and completely lost. I struggled with crippling anxiety, I wasn't sleeping or living properly, I was way under rock bottom. I remember the nights where I tried to force myself to study or write something, my arms would hurt and freeze on me, I couldn't even move my fingers on the keyboard, and I would end up crying myself to sleep. I watched my days slip away, my classmates making progress and me falling behind.. I still remember the pages of " pros and cons " on my diary that I filled with reasons trying to ease my pain and convince myself that I didn't need to graduate and that a degree doesn't make you happy. Anyways, let me save you guys the ugly details, long story short, I gave up. It was too painful. I let the rope go. How did I live on with that feeling and with the circumstances? Obviously not healthily. Little did I know back then that it was all a part of Allah's plan and Allah's test for me. Alhamdulillah. That was mid 2018.

A year later, I picked up school again. I enrolled in the master's program all over again, I had already gotten a full time job and still, with Allah's blessings, managed to study and work, pass my exams, improve my grades, and a year and a half later I found myself face to face with the research and the dissertation again, aka, my nightmare. Obviously, my very unstable brain decided to bring back all the psychological damage from last time and live in it. The episode of severe anxiety had begun, I went on antidepressants, I took a leave from work on to focus on research but all I did was procrastinate and cry about it. I know I tend to whine a lot on tumblr but a few of you have been close enough to me to witness the struggle and to see my pain, I am beyond grateful to any one and everyone who ever helped me even with a simple word of encouragement, may Allah swt bless your hearts and grant you pure happiness. Anyways, it was painful as well, except that this time, I did things the right way, with a closer relationship to Allah swt than my 2018 self, and seeking therapy, I was making progress, and obviously when you see yourself making progress it gives you a sensation of reward, you get high on the dopamine and you find the energy to keep going, and to reach the finish line, Alhamdulillah!

And it happened, with Allah's blessings and mercy it happened, with Allah's kindness and generosity it happened, and today, I am a holder of a Master's degree in applied linguistics after a journey of eight whole years!

Now of course shaytan can't see you or let you put your effort in something and work hard on it without trying to shake your self-esteem and distracting you with negative thoughts, like what are you doing? Your friends graduated 4 or 5 years ago. Have you seen how old you are? You couldn't do it last time there is no point in doing it now! It is pointless and your work is very mediocre. You are only wasting your time, blah blah blah.. But the key to break this vicious circle of self-doubt and negative self-talk is to realize the following:

To each their path, to each they journey, according to their own right timing. There is no rule in life that holds us to reach a certain milestone at an exact age or timing. To each their own experiences, and each person blooms differently, which is beautiful. There are 7.7 billion people in the world, do you think they all have the same goal or the same definition of success? do you think they all graduated by the age of 22 or 25? How many people do you even think got to go to college? It is not a fixed template that we have to all adjust our lives to. Absolutely not. Do not compare your journey to anyone else's!!! Walk your own path, with your own steps, write your own story!

And remember, it is okay to try again. It is okay to start over. It is never too late. You are gonna make it, the way you are supposed to make it and not the way other people made it. Success looks different from one person to the other. What works well for you does not necessarily work out for others. And if you fail? That's okay! Trial and error is a part of the learning process. Making mistakes is what makes us human, and perseverance is what makes us superhuman.

Writing this with all the love in the world. May Allah swt bless your journey and grant you the strength and patience to keep going. May Allah swt grant you success in this duniyah and the akhirah.

- A.Z. 🍃

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