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m00nh1gh · 3 months

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CALL D

Felix x reader

He can't even bother looking at you because of those stupid video games.

Contains: Thigh riding, degradation, reader is desperate and Felix doesn't give her attention, fingering.

Word count: 1.1k.

It had been at least a week since you'd been intimate with Felix and it frustrated you.

He was always sitting in front of his computer, playing some random game with Seungmin and Jeongin because there was this "championship" going on and they had to participate, of course.

At first, it was alright with you. You liked watching him play and his reactions when something happened in the game never failed to make you laugh in adoration. But, now you were just excited for him to stop playing and to give you the attention you craved.

You had just come out of the bathroom to try and satisfy yourself alone, but it hadn't worked, so now you were even more frustrated than before. That's why you stormed into your shared bedroom with only his shirt on and you silently walked over to him.

"Lixie," you called his name in a teasing manner as you placed your hands on his shoulders which immediately relaxed to your touch.

"Need anything?" He asked, not taking his eyes off his game. He was fighting some monsters and you did not want to understand what was going on inside the screen.

"Need you," you pouted as if he could see you, your hands sliding down his biceps and he told his friends he would mute his mic a few seconds, making you smile in victory. However, he didn't turn to look at you even once.

"Can it wait after my game? It's pretty important.

- It's been important since last week," you complained, clearly not agreeing to his request.

Felix sighed and tapped his thigh, an invitation for you to sit on it. You happily took the opportunity and sat comfortably on one of his thighs, moving a little to make sure he knew you weren't wearing anything under the shirt you had thrown on.

"Use my thigh if you're that desperate, but don't disturb me," he warned and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before he turned his mic back on.

It disappointed you how unfazed he seemed by you, but you still knew it was because he was way too concentrated on his championship. At least, now you had him with you and only knowing he let you have his thigh to use for your own pleasure made you roll your hips against him.

Now that you were sitting on him and riding his thigh, you realized how good it felt when he would flex his thigh because of something sudden that would happen in his game. Whenever he was surprised, all of his body would tense up and it provided more pleasure to your pussy that started leaving a wet spot on Felix's gray sweatpants.

"Lix," you whined against his neck before nibbling on the skin. He grunted as he spammed a button on his keyboard and you whined a little more when you grinded up his thigh and it felt just right against your clit

"Wait, no, I gotta help you guys," Felix seemed to be insisting on something with his friends and you felt his throat vibrating against your lips. Even when he wasn't talking to you, his voice turned you on even more and you put your hands on his shoulder, lightly squeezing as you picked up your pace.

"You sure?" Silence. "Alright, alright. I'Il come back later,” Felix turned his mic off as well as he took his headphones off. He seemed to have paused his game because he finally rolled the chair back a little, making you look back at him and stop in your movements.

"Go on, I never told you to stop. Do what you wanted to do," his stare was hard on you, but now that you had him looking at you, you didn't hesitate to rub yourself on him even harder than before, moaning his name out as his hands slid up your shirt to pinch your nipples. You whined in pleasurable pain, squeezing your own thighs against him and feeling something familiar when you'd be close to orgasming.

“You were in too much need to wait for me, huh? Can't control yourself for a few more hours like a good girl," he commented, watching as your eyes squeezed shut. His hands trailed down your waist and stopped at your hips, forcing you to stop grinding on him.

"You got two choices, baby. Either I let you come on my thigh or you do it on my dick. Sluts like you don't get to come twice," his voice was way deeper than usual, it made you feel warm.

"You better hurry up and choose, or I'll do it for you," he harshly guided your hips against his thigh as he flexed it, making you whimper and squeeze him again.

"Wait, no, I'll cum," you said, already feeling you were close and you needed his dick so badly.

“Yeah? You'll cum just like the needy bitch you are? With my thigh? What would happen if I did this?" He gently pushed your back against his desk and waited for a reaction from you as he brought his fingers to your clit and lightly rubbed circles on it. His fingers were like feathers against your sensitive skin, but it was enough to make you shake and almost go over the edge.

"Please, no, need your dick," you were on the verge of crying out of frustration, Felix was the best at overly teasing you and as much as you usually loved it, you hated him for it right now.

“And if I did that, then?" It was easy for his fingers to enter you. You were so wet that a bit of the inside of your thighs were covered in it too. He only had to curl his fingers up to find your g-spot and that's when you clenched around him, moaning excessively loud as your orgasm hit you hard.

"Fuck, no," you sobbed as he kept fingering you through your orgasm, a shit-eating smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“That's what you deserve for interrupting my game with my friends.

- Please, 'm sorry," your thighs closed around his hand and he pulled his fingers out of you before picking you up and throwing you on the bed.

He was fast at taking your and his shirt off, as well as taking one of your boobs in his mouth. Your back arched and he softly bit on your nipple, his hand finding its way back to your pussy and brushing against your clit again, making your body shake in overstimulation.

“You're lucky you got me horny as fuck,” pulling away from your boob made a popping sound and he took the rest of his clothes off.

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sirfrogsworth · 5 months

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I posted the below on my Facebook. I am secretly trying to head things off at the pass. Every time people see pictures of me out and about, they think I have been magically cured or my health status has improved. And I know going to Florida is going to give people that impression.

But also, I just wish a few of my relatives could understand my situation better. And why I didn't come to Christmas. And why I might try to come to Christmas now.

I guess I'll see how this goes.

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One of the biggest struggles I've had my entire adult life is explaining why I appear fine whenever people see me. I say I am very sick and bed-bound and then they see me and I am out of bed and talking and joking and... a normal healthy person.

What many don't realize is I am making a choice.

A choice to get sick.

I can use up all my energy in a short time frame to accomplish a difficult chore or entertain a friend or go to a doctor, but that is going to have a consequence.

The more I do, the more severe the consequence.

In the ME/CFS world this is called "post-exertional malaise." (for those interested, you can read more about it here: https://rthm.com/art.../what-is-post-exertional-malaise-pem/ )

Imagine every time you wanted to do something, you were *choosing* to get the flu.

Take a walk, get the flu.

Exercise, get the flu.

Spend a night out with friends, get the flu.

And you might be thinking, "Okay, it can't be as bad as the flu. I've had the flu and the flu sucks. No one would choose that."

I may not get the nasty respiratory symptoms, but everything else is pretty much the same. Crippling fatigue, horrible aches, and the loss of the will to do much of anything. Sometimes it is much worse than the flu. Some people don't know how much being this exhausted can hurt. They have never used up enough energy that their body is unable to power itself properly. I usually say it is like every cell in my body is starving and screaming for energy. I feel it in every inch of my body—and not just on the surface... through and through. So, like... cubic inches.

Sometimes I don't even have the energy to power my legs. Trying to stand feels exactly the same as trying to lift a barbell with way more weight than you can lift. I can't get upstairs or even walk to the kitchen. It's a concentrated misery that defies description, despite my constant attempts to try.

Sometimes I get lucky and this flu lasts for a day or two. But the more active I am, the longer it can last. And the severity increases as well. There is also a cumulative version of this—where if I do a bunch of little things over a longer period of time, eventually it will catch up to me and I may be stuck in bed for a few weeks.

And when I say "stuck in bed" I mean stuck in bed.

Short trips to the bathroom and a few minutes in the kitchen to make food. If I spend too much time upright, my legs will literally give out and I will be stuck on the floor until I recharge enough energy to get up again. It would be like every time you needed to get up, you had to hold your breath. Not to mention, the more I do, the longer the recovery will take.

For a long time I chose to never get the flu. I stayed in bed and did just enough to avoid the worst of PEM. I skipped family get-togethers. I didn't see my friends. And I lived my life inside the computer. Some may find that sad, but I actually found a way to make this work. I ran a successful blog that was seen by millions of people and I met my two best friends who I now consider my new family.

One thing that allowed me to choose not to get the flu was my parents. I fear some thought they were spoiling me. They did my laundry. They helped clean my room. They got my groceries. They cooked my food. They took on any chore they could so I could avoid the flu and live some semblance of a life on my computer. There is a lot of guilt wrapped up in that. I didn't ask them to do that. They just sort of... did. And I am so grateful to them.

To be fair, they would have to do these chores for themselves anyway, and tacking on my stuff wasn't a huge deal. But I know it caused them a little extra pain and a few post exertional consequences of their own. So I appreciated that sacrifice more than I can put into words.

But then they both got very sick. And not only could they not help me with my stuff, I had to help them with their stuff. And this was a difficult transition. I had to choose to get the flu to take care of my parents, but then if I got the flu, and I couldn't take care of my parents. I believe this is called a catch-22.

My initial solution was to just not take care of myself. At all. My health and mental well-being was set aside and I just gave all of my energy to them. I didn't shower. I forgot to take important medicines. I didn't do a single thing that brought me joy. And I'm reminded of that analogy of the airplane emergency where the oxygen masks drop. You put on your mask first before you put one on your child. Your instinct is to save them first at all costs. But if you pass out, they are screwed.

So I kept getting that cumulative version of the flu. I'd help them as much as I could for a week or a month and then I'd be useless to them for just as long. Living in the basement did not help. Stairs were very hard for me and constantly going up and down was a huge waste of energy.

And I'm sad to say, the level of care I gave to my mom was not great. I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't understand how to balance my needs with hers. And it led to costly mistakes. She had several preventable falls that caused injuries. At one point she spent hours on the floor because I fell asleep and did not check on her. When you know someone needs regular supervision, you need to synchronize sleepy time.

Thankfully I learned from all of these lessons. Maybe not as quickly as I would have liked, but I did figure it out. I just wish I had learned them before my mom passed. I just wasn't able to give her the help she needed.

And you can tell me "you did your best" all you like, but this isn't a guilt I am choosing. It's just there and I feel it no matter what anyone says. In time I am hoping it will get lighter, but I'm afraid it cannot be wiped away with a well-intentioned platitude.

But with my dad, I decided to move upstairs. That was something I should have done much sooner. But I liked having my personal space and that was hard to give up. When he slept, I slept. When he spent 4 hours at dialysis 3x per week, I would make sure to take care of any personal needs. I would do chores a tiny bit at a time. 5 minutes here, 5 minutes there. And then I would lay on the couch in between and regain my strength. I did everything possible to not get the flu. And I got my flu shots so I wouldn't get the actual flu. (Get your flu shot! 50K die from it every year!) The only hitch in my plan was when I got a kidney stone at the same time my dad was in rehab. I have no idea how I got us through that.

I was very proud of the care I was able to give my dad. And I'm so grateful I was able to pay back just a tiny bit of what my parents did to help me. And the care I gave my father is the only thing that helps me feel better about my failures with my mom.

But now I am entering a new chapter of my life. And I find myself choosing to get the flu more often. I have decided sometimes it is worth the consequences. Part of that is because I am more used to it after dealing with it for 20 years. I have coping mechanisms and procedures and techniques to manage the symptoms. It doesn't make them suck any less, but it definitely makes it more manageable. It's akin to people with chronic pain who still feel the pain just as profoundly as when it was new, but they get so used to it that they forget that isn't how they are supposed to feel.

I approached this scientifically. I did tests. I went to the movies. I tried once a week and that was too much. Then I scaled it back and that was more manageable. Then I realized I had movies at home and decided to end that experiment.

I started to put my energy into something I enjoyed more. My photography. So I have been finding new ways to take pictures again. More experiments. I'm designing a simpler studio that requires much less energy. I'm creating a little product photography workstation where I don't have to set up everything each time I want to take a cool picture of an object. It will just be "turn on the lights" and "take the pictures."

Figuring all of this out made me realize how much I missed photography. And since I have been shooting test pictures here and there, my mental health has been noticeably better. And once I get this all figured out and set up, I am hoping some of you will let me take your photo. Or a photo of your kid. Or a pet. Whatever you have that needs photographing, I'm game.

I'm not going to charge. It's not going to be a business. I do not have the energy to "hustle." And asking people for money just sucked all of the fun out of my beloved art form. It corrupted it. I just love taking pictures and if you need a photo, I'd like to do that for you. I also restore old photos for fun. I'll talk about all of this more in another post when I am ready to start.

And then my grand experiment is coming next week.

I am going to travel.

I am going to see my best friend in Florida for two days. Two days of travel and two days of visiting. This is a scary choice. I know the aftermath is going to be difficult. But I need to get out of this house. I need to see my chosen family in person. And I have never been on a plane and I love the perspective from high places. I know people hate air travel, but for me, looking out that viewport is stunning television that cannot be matched.

Purposely making myself sick sounds like a bad idea. But it isn't life threatening. I have the free time to recover as long as I need to. And I can always choose not to get sick for a while if it gets too hard.

I just ask that people not see this as going from a worse life to a better one. I was really proud of the life I was able to create for myself while staying in bed. That took a long time to figure out. I met some of my favorite people. And I accomplished things I couldn't imagine in my wildest dreams. Please do not shit on that life and think it was sad or meaningless. I was given that life as a gift from my parents and it kept me alive. It has always been a huge insult when people pitied that precious gift they gave me.

This is not a better life that I am trying to figure out. It is just better for me right now. My needs have changed. I have changed. So I am trying to adapt. I just ask that people understand when I go out and do something, please remember the choice I am making.

You may be tempted to say, "You are doing so much better!" I am not any better than I was 10 years ago. Actually, my health has degraded. It's just that before I didn't think getting the flu every time I did something was worth it. And I would hope everyone would understand that was a valid choice.

And now I am inviting those consequences.

On purpose.

Give me the flu, I guess.

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elmhat · 5 months

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Dreblr Survey Results Pt.3 - Confessions.

So. The time has come. There was a section at the end of the survey where it simply said to "say something unhinged," and you really did! Here are some of the most entertaining ones.

Again, I'm pasting these directly from the form. If anyone thinks I wrote this stuff myself I think I'll go and sit under the sea for several hours.

⚠️ A lot of these are NSFW. I'm serious, please be responsible :)

People being really really funny

something unhinged

Something unhinged

Ur mom is unhinged

penis

Calls for violence against everyone who has ever wronged Dream

I want to blend (with a blender) c!q and c!sam and throw the substance to the wolves

Quackity should have died

I think Tommy should have stayed dead

Dream should have actually tortured tommy

Exile was hilarious. :)

Calls for… forgiveness?

they should've made up with c q in the finale streams

I forgive Q. We don't know what really happened behind the scenes.

Sam, both c! and cc!

Sam is Daddy and I know for a fact he reads AO3 fics that man is NOT normal

cc!sam closeted c!awesamdream shipper

I don't think anything I say can top Sam having a scrapbook of sexy criminals

you know how sam has a bunch of clones of himself to inhabit. alright now imagine him doing that with dream. this is how the awesamdream baby can still win.

c!Sam and c!Dream are fundamentally very different characters with very different wordviews but one of the few things they have in common is praise kink.

I don't think this counts as shipping but that's what I'm calling it

c!dnf gay sex post prison arc happy ending (REAL) (I SAW IT ON THE SCRIPT DOCUMENTS IN DREAM'S COMPUTER)

um um c!dnf in gay love idk they are the only ones for each other sorry

DNF kiss real

CDNF IS OVERHYPEDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I SAID IT AND I MEANT IT

If c!dreamnotnap had slept together i think dream would have stayed sane

i think s apnap fucks d ream with his small dick and they both love it and love each amen 🙏

i want to get c!sapnap pregnant

The most superior ship is Dream/Technoblade/Punz/DreamXD/Foolish/Kristin/Philza Because in this household we love big polycules

i think dream should've done more crime and fucked awesamdude

Dream and Sam fucked in that prison

C!DREAM IS A TRANS WOMAN AND AWESAMDREAM FUCKED NASTY IN THAT PRISON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dreblr's overwhelming preoccupation with c!Awesamdream is getting kinda worrying ngl

dream and quackity are what I seek in a relationship

c dreamity is my otp i love those unhinged bastards kissing eachother

Dreambur needs more love and I’m tired of it being pushed aside

is it even unhinged to assume that Dream fucked Fundy, Fundy's dad (Wilbur) and Fundy's Grandpa (Phil) I feel like that's just a regular sentimet on dreblr by now

dreamza prevails

Dnb best ship

Doomsday trio deserves to fuck nasty imho

He fucked that old man

c!Dream needs to get dicked down I think that would solve a lot of problems post nut clarity if you will

NSFW so don't feel like you need to put this in any compilation i completely understand BUT whenever the c!sam cuck chair crosses my dash, in my head it's traditional dynamic omegaverse c!dnb. c!sam's an alpha who wanted to show off to omega c!dream before claiming and mating with him for their mutual first time. he decides to do this by challenging alpha c!techno to a fight, but to his shock, lost. badly. he has to watch alpha c!techno mate with and claim c!dream right in front of him, because watching such a clearly superior alpha demonstrate his abilities causes c!dream to go into heat and c!techno is happy to help him with that. he's been looking for a mate anyway and c!dream just so happens to be his type. meanwhile, c!dream wants to give c!techno as many litters as his body can handle and barely remembers who that other guy in the room even is, even after his heat calms down.

Dream harems? I guess?

c!Dream has/should have a harem

Dream is a pretty boy and should have taken off his mask to start a harem to prevent war.

Things that I really don't think are that unhinged around here, given their competition

i was such a crazy c!dream apologist in 2021 i actually had a dream about it

I have a spreadsheet with every tag, character and relationship tag for every dsmp fanfciton I read and liked/found interesting.

I know people will say it is/was kinda cringy but I will never think that or regret being part of the fandom (that's not really unhinged I couldn't think of anything sorry lol)

I know its delulu beyond belief and i will never say this not anonymously but sometimes i fantasize about if i was able to be friends with dream team

Wilbur wasn't a hero or "good guy" at any point in his storyline.

Doomsday was 100% justified. (...is that unhinged enough or do I need to pick something else?)

People being too polite for this question

Sorry I am not THAT unhinged

no, but i thank you for the opportunity! I am sadly to hinged, normal even

And more!

George is the main character and we got robbed by not having him meet c!Dream again!! but in meta it is because they are together in real life and who needs their depression character anymore in that senario.

c!DTeam reconciliation arc was always intended

c!drunz are necrophiliacs.

Okay. Okay here me out here OK. So. Imagine Norman (bald guy) is c!schlatt and Pat (white haired dude) is c!Phil OK yw ENJOYYYYYYY : https://youtu.be/b7Bj1dBMYBE?si=Cz79CEISAg6EcMYS

Techno's age of 3 is actually canon and New L'Manberg comitted infanticed

C!Tubbo is the best faction leader. The bar isn't high but I think Technically he did well

c!foolish rights unlimited forever. he deserved blood sacrifices

Cc Sam and Dram were the most normal about the prison

I think quackity should have gotten to do more on screen cannibalism

If c!Quackity had taken hormones to balance his insane lust (Wilbur, Technoblade, Schlatt, etc) he would never have gone crazy send post

I think a Daedalus arc with Quackity instead would've been such a downhill for Dream's sanity. Send tweet.

in a server where we have a c!dream made of oreo cream au . quackity eats him in prison . there is fanart .

Please sir please sir please no more

✨️truama ✨️

all of dreblr contains more competency in media literacy than the rest of tumblr combined

i love how these characters hate each other, keep hurting each other, but tied to each other in a way they just can't shake off.

the only way for c!Dream to be properly Redeemed is to live out the worst thing he subjected another person to: *cue his tropical island paradise getaway arc, sunbathing on the beach with no one to bother him except for friends occasionally visiting* #trust

c!Dream was building an underwater stone temple to satan in order to pray for the apocalypse change my mind

C!Dream is very anthy himemiya coded

c!dream is a cow hybrid and has 4 beautiful tits

I feel like the only cc!dream enjoyer who's also a c!tommy enjoyer

C!dream eggs Monday is the flag of dreblr 🥚

Reminder that C!Dream is a stripper

Dream spoonfeeding post

i think dream should've been worse. as a treat. let him murder more minors please.

Prison feels like cc!Dream’s little whump arc. Also, prisontrio favorite grouping. The best angst and whump in town.

Whenever I write whump fanfics it feels like I’m sticking my blorbos in an empty pickle jar and shaking it like a kid holding a snowglobe for the first time

Todo es un invento del gobierno

Today's culinary special is teeth cake

i think we should all collectively gaslight people/edit the wiki to try and convince people omegaverse was canon to the DSMP. or make a fake second wiki.

*grabs you by the shoulders* ok so after wilbur died and fundy was alone and grieving he kept getting picked on for being an orphan by the rest of the server, for example puffy built an obsidian box around his house in new lmanburg and labelled it an orphanage. fundy was already dealing with the loss of his dad + the appearance of a ghost that was supposed to be his dad but didn't remember half of his life, and now he had to deal with this too. so he starts to mine it meanwhile jack manifold is trying to cheer him up, not helped by the fact that ghostbur keeps hanging around despite fundy not wanting him there. Jack tries to get fundy to look on the bright side, he says that the obsidian box around his house could function as protection from tnt, and so, to prove that's bullshit, fundy places a tnt beside the house he spent so long building and blows up a portion of it. Destroys his own work, a part of his home just to prove a point. It's a self destructive act of defiance. Ghostbur and jack both agree that was unnecessary and jack maintains it could protect the house from outside attacks. fundy continues to take the wall down. Ghostbur fixes the hole in fundy's house, but leaves evidence of the explosion. He puts a sight down saying "-CAUTION- Fallen debris". Now, I need you to know how insane I am over the fact that after doomsday, after the entirety of new Lmanburg was decimated, that sign was the only part of fundy's home that remained unbroken. A sign, surrounded by the rubble of a fallen nation, destruction as far as the eye can see, warning of fallen debris. A sign for a self destructive act of defiance. I am going to eat drywall about this

Okay, one more. People I'm hugging

i miss technoblade

I really want to be a part of dreblr but I feel like they're all cool kids and I'm the quiet weirdo kid hiding in the corner. It feels like if you weren't there for the Founding of the Great Dreblr, there's no way in now. Kinda like you can't get hired as a restaurant janitor as your first job if you haven't already owned the place for 5 years prior

I am in your walls

Thanks everyone for forcing my eyeballs to see this! Reading your responses was certainly an experience I'll be stuck with!

#long post #dreblr #random elm thoughts #elm polls

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Best Boyfriend

Synopsis: One where Harry finds his girl having a break down

More of my work

Harry was going over to see his girlfriend at her flat as he'd returned back in London just last night.

It was a Saturday morning and he has been planning to surprise her with a weekend away. Maybe a little trip to somewhere near or day out in London itself. He picked up breakfast on his way to her flat.

His heart sunk to his stomach the moment he entered her flat with the help of the spare key she gave him last Christmas, it was his present she said so he can come over whenever he pleased. There he found his girl layed on her bed in her studio flat with text books and printed notes every spread over the mattress, the place was a mess, pillows and blankets thrown on the floor to make room for her stuff. She was layed there with her laptop on her tummy watching some cartoon crying her eyes out. By the sounds of the show playing on her computer it seemed it was something funny and not something to cry over.

"Hey, love what's wrong?" He rushed towards her dropping the bag pf breakfast on the coffee table. "Are you watching a sad movie, baby?"

"No, I'm watching Noddy and Friends that's not fucking sad!" She cried. "I'm sorry!"

"What's wrong, my love?" He moved her notes away carefully to make himself room to and proceeded to close her laptop shut to pull her in his arms.

"I can't do this!" She exclaimed, sobbing, "I understand nothing."

"What can you not do baby?" He was confused, "it's okay, do you wanna talk about it?"

"This stupid project. I don't know where to get the information from. My professor thinks just because he's been teaching this subject for thirty years that we know everything. This sucks! I wanna drop out." She on ranting, "but I can't because my mum will be mad. This is so draining."

"Why don't you ask your professor do give you some tips?" He suggested.

"I did, he said I'll get everything online and in the notes. I have no fucking idea where to find a fucking Balance sheet of a random company online."

"Hey, hey it's okay, it's all okay." He assured her, "let's do one thing, you're up for it?"

"What?" She whined, "I don't want to go anywhere. Just lemme be here."

"No, listen to me. I got us breakfast, I'm sure you didn't even had your breakfast yet. Then we're gonna go on a little walk." His hand ran in soothing strokes on her spine. "It's just a project, I'll help you with it." Now that made her loft her head up, he had tried helping her once before but gave up because he did not understood a thing he read. "No, I am gonna help you this time. I promise you. Now come on let's eat."

"I don't want to." She started crying all over again. "I am sorry I'm crying."

"No it's alright lovie." He pressed a kiss on her forehead, "it's alright. Getting out will help clear your mind. I see watching something to do that isn't helping you now. Let's eat and go out, yeah? We can go get your favourite frozen yogurt."

Her fave turned of something of embarrassment when he mentioned of them going out. Her eyes pooled up with tears all over again, her cheeks glistening with the tears.

"I don't get paid till tomorrow!" And there she was sobbing again.

"Who said you've to pay? I'm taking you out on a date, now come on." He urged her, "I'll pick this all up for you." She finally agreed got out of bed to go wash up her face.

It's been little over eight months YN and Harry started seeing each other, and out of three months he was away for filming for Dunkirk and getting his album all finished up. He is sure she is still not quite over her little awkward and shy phase, but he doesn't blame her. She's got a lot going anyway. She's in the last year of college and it's been stressful for her. And living miles and miles away from home wasn't doing anything to help her either, last year she couldn't even go to see her family over her winter break. Harry took it upon himself to be with him.

He's most amazing boyfriend!

It was the best Christmas he's spent in a long, long time though. Though she couldn't buy him presents like he did (and went a little overboard) she made him a few little DIY ones. Like jar of little notes to read when he's feeling: low, anxious or just need a little motivation, a pearl necklace (though he broke it on accident soon after), gave him a free manicure.

She's a keeper, Mitch said seeing the little glass jar at Harry's place.

Meanwhile Harry gathered up her notes spread all over her bed, and took everything out of the little take out boxes onto dishes. Put back her bed together for her even though he knows she's gonna be pissed for doing her work. She needs a break.

"Come on," he grabbed her hand in a gentle hold before she could even say a word and walk to the coffee table where he'd set up their breakfast.

"Thank you!" She cooed noticing he's got all her favourite food. Like he really woke up early and went to the restaurant and waited in line to get the food which she likes. It warmed her heart.

"Of course my love," he leaned in to get his long awaited kiss from her with puckered lips. She finally smiled and leaned in too press a kiss on the full on his lips. "That's my girl!" He grinned peppering her face with more sloppy and wet kisses which made her let out a line of soft giggles.

They went out like he promised her. They got the Frozen yogurt from her favourite place, he even surprised her with an impromptu visit to the London Eye.

Later that day he actually sat down and started on with the project with her. It was a difficult one so they're going to have to spend the sunday in to get it done as it was due on Monday, midnight. Two days seemed enough.

He actually helped her and not be his naughty self and annoy her like her enjoys to some times.

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adilynnyuri · 1 year

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Stop restricting yourself!!!!

What you need to understand :

⚊ You are not manifesting just for your desires. You are literally manifesting every single second! You don't need to sit and meditate for hours just to get your desires (if it works do it!) You don't need to affirm 24/7 to manifest.

⚊ Your assumptions creates the reality. Whenever the 3d shows something you don't like, avoid it! Like duh! Simple! Don't give a frick to circumstances. You own the reality!

Restrictions :

"Can't I manifest if I look at the mirror?? "

"Will I get my desires if I don't persist in my desires?? "

⚊ For all your "how, would I get xx," Typa questions. The answers are simply "you create the rules"! Like don't believe anything you don't like!

⚊Simply create the world you like and avoid the things you don't like!

Just have these two medium like you are computer/robot :

⚊ Things that is worth or fav to you have to come to your reality instantly no matter what!

⚊ Things that is not even worth thinking once goes straight to trash bin

WITH LOTS OF LOVE,

Yuri🤍

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 5 months

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The Player Next Door

Part Two

Warnings: none really, mentions of alcohol

That night when you got back to your apartment, the first thing you did was look Klay up on Google. You couldn't help yourself; you were immediately attracted to him, but you needed to know what and who you were potentially getting yourself involved with. Basketball players did not have the best reputation for being loyal in relationships.

"Who's Klay Thompson?" Your roommate, Sophia, asked as she walked by you hunched over your computer at the kitchen island. You sighed, closing your laptop. "A basketball player that lives next door to the Norton's. I kind of got the cops called on his house party last night."

"I was running lines all night and you were at a party?" Sophia scoffed at you, taking a sip from her water bottle. "I thought we were friends." You had upgraded from Sophia's couch to your roommate once you were able to get the rent money together. "We are, you know that, and the only reason I went to the party was to give him a piece of my mind. Turns out he wasn't even there."

Sophia furrowed her brow at you. "I'm not following." You nodded, understanding her confusion. "Its a long story."

"And now you're doing a background check? Anything juicy? A couple baby mamas, a criminal record?" She wiggled her eyebrows at you suggestively.

"That's the thing. There's nothing, not even a disgruntled ex-girlfriend. The only things I could find out about Klay was that he love boats and chess." You shrugged, yawning as you realized how tired you were after work.

"Ew. He sounds boring." Sophia was definitely the extrovert to your introverdedness. She was gorgeous, her looks rivaled the best in Hollywood, and while she was still an up and coming actress, she ran in very different circles than you did, often hooking up with some B-list actors. "Why don't you let me hook you up with that guy I was telling you about? He's got a recurring role on Outer Banks."

"As tempting as that is", you rolled your eyes, "I'm not dating anyone right now. This year is about me, and my life. Klay just invited me to a party at his house tomorrow, I wanted to make sure he wasn't a serial killer or something." You stood up to head to your bedroom.

"Wait, he invited you to a party, and you just weren't going to mention that to me? Can I come? You know I need as much exposure to people in the industry as possible.” You felt a flash of jealousy. There was no way Klay would be interested in you once he laid eyes on Sophia. That's just how it worked, whenever the two of you went out together, she stepped into the spotlight and you fell back into the shadows.

"I don't want to bring a plus one when I'm pretty sure he only invited me to keep me from calling the authorities again. I'm going to bed, goodnight." You hurried to your room before Sophia could ask anymore questions.

"Okay, but I want a full play by play tomorrow night when you get home!" She called after you.

****

The next morning, you were a nervous wreck. You spent most of the morning trying to find an appropriate outfit for the party because you wouldn't have time to come home and change.

You didn't want to seem too provocative, like you were begging for Klay to sleep with you, but you also didn't want to give off prude. You went with a vintage black, long sleeve dress you had gotten from a thrift shop in downtown LA, complete with feathers on the sleeve cuffs. It was fun and showed off your personality without seeming like you were trying to hard. You borrowed a clutch from Sophia's expansive wardrobe, and stuck to some low-heeled, strappy sandals in case you had to stand for the entire night.

Once you got to the Norton's house, the girls kept you busy most of the day. Rose was beginning to teethe and constantly wanted you to hold her, while Scarlet was grilling you with a million questions about her next door neighbors. You had just gotten Rose down for a nap, and were now in the kitchen with Scarlet, having lunch.

"Will we see the Barbie lady again?", she asked, remembering the blonde who answered the door a couple of days ago. "Probably not", you chuckled, "she was just visiting." You placed her plate of homemade pizza and strawberries in front of her. "Who was she visiting?" Scarlet always asked a lot of questions, she was a very curious little girl.

"Well, a man named Klay lives next door. He plays basketball for a living." You rested your forearms on the counter, your head balanced on your fists.

"Klay, that's a funny name." She giggled, pizza sauce on her face. "Is he cute?"

"I think so." You felt yourself blushing. You thought he was cute, sure, but also other things not appropriate for a five year old to hear. "He's got a cute smile."

"Is he your boyfriend?" You had to remember to check what Scarlet was watching on her iPad during quiet time, you weren't sure where she knew all of these things from. "No, but I sure hope so, one day." You sighed. You were joking, of course, but there was definitely a part of you that hoped that Klay would become more than the guy who lived next door.

****

Your heart was in your throat as you headed up the walkway to Klay's house. You had checked your outfit and hair in the mirror a hundred times before leaving, so you knew you looked good, but you were worried about making a good first impression. Not only with Klay, you felt like you had to redeem yourself with him, but you were also going to be spending the night surrounded by millionaires, who most definitely didn't party with their nannies.

You tightened the grip on the bottle of wine Alison gave you as a party gift, pressing your finger on the doorbell. She wouldn't dare let you visit any of her neighbors empty handed for fear they would think she was cheap. You had no idea what wine went with what dish, you were far from a sommelier, and usually stuck to the $13 wine from Target.

"Hey, welcome." Klay greeted you at the door, and the first thing your eyes gravitated to was the open collar of his white shirt, exposing a bit of his chest, layered under a simple black blazer, the look completed with matching trouser pants and oxfords. You could admit that he could dress outside of his usual basketball uniform.

"Hi", you pushed the bottle of wine out to him, "Here, a 'thank you for inviting me' gift." He inspected the label for a second. "Thanks, you didn't have to bring anything. I'll admit, I don't know shit about wine, but I love it." His smile almost brought you to your knees. "Come in, you're actually right on time. We're still waiting for a couple more people" Klay stepped to the side to give you room to enter the foyer.

His house was a very similar layout to the Norton's, decorated a combination of modern and contemporary, like many of the houses in the neighborhood, with a few notable exceptions. You didn't know many other houses that had four Larry O'Brien Championship trophies displayed on shelves just outside their foyer. Again, you didn't care much for sports, but you did know an impressive gold trophy when you saw one, let alone four in a row.

Klay chuckled when he noticed your mouth slightly agape. "I just put those up there to impress girls."

"And that works for you?" You were playfully sarcastic with him.

"Uh, no actually. It doesn't, I'm single right now." Your breath hitched at his confession. You read a couple of articles and message boards that rumored he was most likely single, but there was nothing like hearing it from the source.

He led you to the dining room where a very intimate dinner table was set up, only four spots empty. Their height and size gave away that most of the people at the table were also basketball players and Klay's teammates and most likely their wives or girlfriends.

"Guys, this is Y/N." Klay introduced you to the room, earning a rumble of greetings from everyone. "Y/N, this is Steph and his wife Ayesha", you recognized both of them easily, you had a few of Ayesha's cookbooks. "This is Draymond, Cory and his wife, Danielle, Chris and his wife, Jayda." He circled the table, taking the time to introduce you to everyone. "And, probably the most infamous, the one you're probably most familiar with, my brother Trayce." Klay patted his brother's shoulders. Trayce stood as you walked to her seat, extending his hand out. "I just wanted to say sorry. The party got out of hand, it won't happen again."

You waved him off, giving him a gentle smile. "Don't worry. I promise not to call the cops on you again." The table erupted in laughter, and you felt yourself relax, realizing that Klay's friends were not the uptight LA elite you were used to.

"We're just waiting on Jay and his girlfriend to show up." Klay gestured to the empty seats on the other side of the table. As if he had timed it, the doorbell rang, and Klay ran to get it. You could hear voices echoing in the hall as Klay walked back to the dining room with the two missing guests in tow.

"Y/N, this is Jay", a guy Klay's height appeared behind him, waving to everyone. "and I'm sorry I think I missed your name."

"Sophia." You throat went dry when you saw your roommate standing next to Klay.

****

You were quiet for most of the dinner as you watched Sophia shamelessly try to flirt with Klay, even though she came with another guy. You wish you could say that was out of character for her, but it wasn't. Your best friend would flirt with anyone who she thought could get her ahead in life. The industry she was in was cut throat, and it was all about who you knew, and sometimes who you were willing to get into bed with to further your career.

You didn't notice, but Klay's attention had been on you all night. He was trying to catch glances at you when you weren't looking, feeling his stomach flip every time you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, or he caught a glimpse of your smile.

"Klay, I just have to say, I'm such a big fan of you. I think you're a great basketball player." She leaned in closer to him, batting her lashes. She was a terrible flirt for someone who did it so often. "Thanks, are you a fan of the Lakers?" Klay placed his glass down after taking a sip of his drink. He winked at you, making you blush and drop your gaze.

"Am I? I was just saying to Chris how much I love the Lakers." Sophia's fingertips grazed against his forearm, Klay uncomfortably pulling away from her. "That's a shame, sucks that you love our biggest rival so much." You heard snickers around the table, and you almost let out a laugh before Sophia threw daggers at you.

"Y/N, Klay said you are a nanny. How long have you been doing that, and are you looking for work?" Jayda joked, turned to you, hoping to break the awkwardness in the room. "I've got three kids, I could really use the help."

You cleared your throat before answering. "I really love the Norton's but I'm actually trying to go back to school. I was really close to going to medical school."

"Yeah, but didn't you drop out or something?" Sophia was trying to cut you down, furious that the attention wasn't on her. You were seeing a side of her you never wanted to see again. “I did”, you nodded.

“Hell, none of us are sitting here because we have college degrees.” Chris said in jest. “I couldn’t tell you a thing I learned in school.”

You didn't hear another peep out of Sophia for the rest of the night, except of course when she begged Jay to leave and they excused themselves before dinner was over.

****

After dinner was over, it turned into casual conversation over a glass of wine. You were able to relax, getting to know a couple of the wives and girlfriends, while getting drilled on your knowledge of basketball by Draymond. He went easy on you when he realized you didn't know much and started cracking jokes, making you laugh so hard your stomach hurt.

You were sat on the couch, talking cooking with Ayesha when Klay walked over to you. "C'mon, I wanna show you something." You felt Klay's hand on your shoulder. Glass of wine in hand, you followed him out onto the balcony. The sun was just starting to set, a beautiful haze of purple and orange decorating the sky. You took a deep breath, taking in the the salt air. The Nortons had the same view, but it was blocked by a tall fence to protect the girls. Klay had a perfect view of the beach, the tide coming in.

"Sometimes I forget how beautiful it is out here. You don't have this view in the Bay." Klay chuckled, leaning against the glass barrier. "I'm sorry we didn't get much time to talk tonight, I was really getting forward to getting to know you better." You felt butterflies in your stomach at his words. "I wasn't expecting Jay's date to be so friendly."

"Yeah, I was surprised to see her too." You rolled your eyes. Klay's brow furrowed. "Do you two know each other?"

"Yeah, we're friends and roommates actually." Klay's mouth dropped open. "Holy shit, and you didn't know she was going to be here tonight?"

"I told her I was invited, but I didn't think she would weasel her way into an invitation. I'm really sorry about her, Klay. She was really inappropriate. I’ll let her know she was out of line.” You were really struggling to make a good impression with Klay, and you felt your chance at getting to know him slipping away.

"Hey, you have nothing to apologize for. I'm glad you came, even if it was an interesting night." He flashed you that smile again, and you felt like you couldn't breathe. Klay moved closer to you, your pinkies grazing against each other as you looked out to the ocean.

"I'd like to take you out on a proper date", Klay interrupted the silence. "I feel like we've done this whole thing backwards. You usually don't meet the friends until a couple dates in." You giggled, nodding at him. "I would love that.”

“Good. Tell your roommate she’s not invited.”

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misty-howler · 2 years

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Letter from your Future lover...

Hello everybody 🌼 This is my first pac on this blog kinda excited. I have termed the person here as 'future lover' but this can be your spouse as well. You just have to keep them in mind.

DISCLAIMER : All my readings are for entertainment purposes only. As it is a general reading it may or may not resonate with everyone.

Choose your pile wisely and intuitively :)

Pile 1 → Pile 2 → Pile 3 → Pile 4

Pile 1

Dear Y/n

Loving you before meeting you sounds a bit farfetched but this is the only way I know that my love for you is not based on emotions and attractions. First let me start of by saying, it took years to finally understand how to love I apologize for taking so long.

Now I know why my past relationships never worked out there was never we us or ours. Knowing that my giving nature long to share everything from possessions to passion giving to you will be my pleasure.

I look forward to building new memories while we purse you are dreams as the universe guides us with you ushering me.

I thank you in advance... For accepting me as I am, even my imperfections and quirky ways. Thank you for not judging me by my past mistakes. Each day I started with fresh visions of us that held in he make better decisions. Thank you for your bright spirit and smile.

Thank you for giving me what I have always wanted to be able to look in your eyes and say thank you for being the one to show me what love on Earth is supposed to be like.

Thank you sincerely for wanting me for choosing me to love and keeping my heart safe each day. I am truly grateful for universe granting us the time to share precious moments unconditionally.

Love,

Your Future lover

Pile 2

To my future lover,

I know you are out there somewhere. Maybe I have already meet you maybe I haven't. Maybe I will know it right away, maybe I will despise you at first but there is a few things that like to promise you.

I promise to leave you cute notes around the house on brightly coloured post-its. I hope they make you smile. I promise to sleep of behind you when you are watching TV or at the computer and whisper how much I love you. I promise to make you breakfast in bed on a penis and their morning then not be able to go do anything because I will want to stay in bed with you all day. I promise to encourage you when you need to meet a deadline and bring you coffee in the middle of the night when you need to stay up. I promise never to make you hold my bags, unless you offer ofcourse. I promise, already, not to hate your parents. I don't like that in law stigma. At least I will play a good pretend game. I promise to never complain that your bread is too scruffy or that your clothes are all wrong. I promise to not bother you when you have your 'boys/girls over' for the big game. Promise to listen to you complain when you are sick and love at all your jokes that aren't funny. I promise that when we are fighting I will somehow make you laugh in the middle of it. We will have to stop and kiss and makeup. I promise that we will laugh at our own cute inside jokes no one else understands.

And that we will be the grey hair eighty year olds holding hands in public.

Only yours,

Future lover name

Pile 3

Babe,

I promise that I will love you for who you are. I will look past your flaws, imperfections, and insecurities and will accept you for who you are. I will love you for them because they make you for you. I promise you that I will always make time for you regardless if I am busy or not. I will set aside everything just to hang out of talk to you because you mean that much to me. I will also do it because you are my first priority and you mean everything to me. I promise you that I will always be here for you whenever you need someone the most. I promise you that I will never criticize or judge you. I will accept your past faults and mistakes. I promise you that I will never ask you to change because you are perfect just the way you are. Not only do I want to be your husband/wife but I want to be your best friend. I want you to come to me and trust me with everything. I want you to tell me your problems and I want you to vent to me because I am here to listen to every word you have. Everyday I will prove and show to you how much I love you because action speak louder than words. I want to be the one who can make you laugh and smile everyday. I can't promise you a perfect relationship because there will be arguments, fights, misunderstandings, obstacles and problems we'll go through. But I can promise you, that despite what happens now or in the future, I will be by your side every step of the way.

Yours lovingly,

Xyz

Pile 4

Dear Future lover,

I pray to universe for us to be together someday soon, and when we are, I will thank him for every night that I fall asleep in your arms, for every kiss we share, for every fight we have, for everything embrace and every knowing look you give me.

I believe marriage is secret so guess what divorce is not an option.ever. sorry you are stuck with me:) I know our relationship will not always be easy or perfect but I vow to kiss you good night no matter how much you infuriate me, if you vow to hold me no matter how much I have gotten on your nerves. Yes, I understand there will be time we will argue in which case I hope you just wrap me in your arms and kiss me ( it's good way to calm down, no?) And I sincerely hope we never scream or call each other names.

Love,

Future lover name

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call-me-copycat · 1 year

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Hiii Copycat! ^-^ I was hoping I could make a request? I was hoping for angst to fluff? With Aizawa who takes in/adopts a vigilante reader with an illusion quirk? And maybe she starts to develop a crush on Shinso too?? Thank you!! <3

Hello there! First of all, I saw your ask as soon as you sent it, but the reason I didn't respond was because my phone was (and still is) broken, but it's getting repaired, so I can respond now. Also I only have a phone, no computer or anything, so it's a bit hard, but I'm working on it! (o´Д`)=з

I'm very sorry for the wait, and I apologize again because there will still be more waiting until I finish the story, but I promise you it'll be worth the wait! I'm already nearing 14k words, and it's still going. I can't thank you enough for your patience, along with the fact that you're the first one to ever give me a request, so thank you very much! And feel free to request whenever you'd like, I really enjoy getting to write stories for people, and it makes my day, so you don't need to hesitate! (*´∇｀*)

Anyways, since I'm still working on the story, I originally wanted to post it all once it was done, but then I decided that since it might take awhile I'll post the first part and see what you think. I actually really like this idea because I was thinking something very similar to it around the time of your request. I hope you enjoy this bit, and please remember, I haven't forgotten, I'm just trying to work with a broken phone so it's a bit difficult, but it's advancing greatly and shouldn't be too long of a wait anymore. Thank you for your patience! ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

Escaping The Night (Part 1)

Welcome! - Introduction and Request rules (Important if you want me to write for you or if you want to know who I am)

▶ Characters: Shinso x Fem reader (although I used "they" in some areas) + Father/Mentor Aizawa

▶ Genre: Angst to Fluff

▶ Summary: Teenager Reader is a Vigilante that roams the streets with their friends, always on the lookout for crime and injustice. However, something disrupts Reader's world when they get themselves captured by the police. What will happen to them next?

▶ Warnings:

- Panic attack

- Reader got hit with a tranquilizer

- And an extra warning because I had to make a few characters just for this story (not necessarily OC's, just background characters. I know some people greatly dislike this so this is a warning, even though they're not that important).

- Also since this is part 1, you won't see Aizawa mainly until part 2, and Shinso is a bit further ahead. Another warning for those that don't like to get into a story and then have to wait

▶ Word Count: 3,201

➤ {This is Part 1}

➜ [Part 2]

➜ [Part 3]

➜ [Part 4]

➜ [Part 5]

➜ [Part 6]

➜ [Part 7]

➜ [Part 8] Coming Soon!

Tik...

Tik....

Tik...

The hands of your watch sounded endlessly as if it was mocking you, in a way, how it had infinite time while yours was limited.

You gritted your teeth and focused the best you could on the situation at hand. You and your partner were situated atop one of the city's numerous buildings, keeping an eye out for a particular sly little villain.

There were repeated reports of a variety of break-ins, ranging from small restaurants to higher bank robberies. At first, the people waited for the heroes to find this villain. But it seemed that they always had bigger fish to fry, always having excuses.

"The paperwork!"

"There's bigger issues at hand then some late night thief"

"We looked but didn't find anyone, sorry"

"Have you tried getting a better security system? I think that's the problem here"

It drove you mad. You didn't hate all heroes, not wanting to be like those anti-hero people who got upset everytime a hero wasn't there immediately whenever they ran into the smallest issue. But you did have a grudge.

You just didn't understand how the very heros that society put on a pedestal didn't do the simplest things that were expected of them sometimes. Too busy getting caught up in the paperwork and red tape.

Being a Hero once was something that was only ever dreamed of, something that one couldn't ever get close to. When quirks were introduced, this changed many mindsets, and completely flipped the many laws of reality that so many had believed. It was groundbreaking, revolutionary. Society advanced at faster speeds, and new technologies were pouring out.

But, unfortunately, what goes up, must come down.

On the beginning, the definition and laws of a hero were choppy, they didn't really have any boundaries due to the fact that no one had anything to go off of. But, as time progressed, more laws were put into place. A hero simply couldn't go and fight a villain and be done with. Now, they had to fill out reports, and sometimes the villains successfully won court cases over this.

The foundation of what it meant to be a hero was put into place. Or had it? It was still a very controversial topic, but the main idea was set, and that's all that mattered.

Now in current days, heroes still look like the same cape-wearing muscular doer's of justice, but many times, they're either doing it for the gold or the glory. Or they don't do anything at all, restricted and bound by paperwork and invisible strings. They know what's right, and they have the gift to help and save. But if they're told "no" then they follow.

That's why you preferred being a vigilante. You got to battle villains and help people, all the while avoiding the specificities. Yeah, you did have to run from the cops every now and then, sometimes a hero or two, but that just made it all the more interesting.

Plus, you got to be a part of a sort of underground society, one that was shielded from public eye and hidden away in the depths of existence.

So, here you were doing the heroes' jobs, again.

You looked to your partner, who was watching the entrance of a significant jewelry shop that hadn't been touched by any villains yet. You were currently using your illusion quirk to cover both of yourselves in a sheet of invisibility so you could better the possibility of your expected outcome.

Your quirk was powerful, and full of possibility. Though you were never fully nor formally trained, you still understood the limits of your quirk enough to use it exceptionally well. Long, intense training sessions over a span of time allowed you to gain a deeper insight into the inner depths of your quirk, to which you've come to the realization wasn't just any ordinary quirk, even going as far to call it overpowered at some points.

Your thinking was cut short when your partner signaled to you with a silent fist up from where you two were laying. You looked down and finally spotted the villain you were looking for. He didn't look too strong, nor did his face ring any bells, so that meant he was just some lowly villain who lucked out with a shifty quirk.

From the rooftop where you laid, you and your partner watched together to see what the man was going to do next. You noticed he looked like any other person walking around the town, short black hair with a black hoodie on over a pair of black jeans, and you realized that it was surely no accident he was dressed so camouflaged since it was late in the night.

Your eyes followed the man, curious as to how he was able to get in and out of robberies so quickly. The man walked up to the back door of the bank, and your eyes widened when you saw his body begin to shift and distort, slowly closing in until he was perfectly 2-dimensional, and looking at him made you think about all the cartoon characters that you watched when you were younger.

Upon this discovery, the plan was set in motion as you and your partner both hopped down the fire escape of the building and went in for a silent chase across the street, as the man had already slinked underneath the door. He had unlocked it for an easy exit, you thought possibly because he couldn't turn other objects flat like him.

Your partner, Omonifukai Hanawadashii (whom you called Fukai for short) whispered for you both to split up so this villain would think that it was only him, since you were better at stealth rather then combat like he was.

Fukai's quirk was one that seemed simple, but had proven to be incredibly strong when used right. He was able to control the density of different objects, including people or even specific parts of people. His specialty was increasing the density of his hand to the point to where it was easily able to crush anything under it, to which he normally used to knock villains out. A positive side of his quirk was he could still lift anything he used it on, but his drawbacks caused him to feel more pain than normal if hit or attacked.

Your agreed, and uncovered him from the blanket of your quirk, revealing him to reality just as he had once been before you put it on him.

Fukai ran in the direction of the villain as you ran in the opposite direction, going for a higher point so you could see the action and use your quirk properly.

Unfortunately the building wasn't as tall as it was wide, so you had to stick with crouching behind one of the jewelry counters, trying to stick as close to the wall as possible in order to remain unseen.

As luck would have it the villain seemed to have been thinking in a similar manner, as you watched Fukai chase after him as he slithered across the wall, a cheeky grin resting on his face as Fukai grew frustrated at his devious tricks of escape. The alarm started to blare as Fukai tripped one of the wires, cursing low to himself as the villain chuckled at the misfortune.

You studied the villain, watching as he glided across the walls and the floor at times, and you realized that he was able to move at an increased pace when aligned to a flat surface, in contrast to standing straight up as he did earlier. You came to the conclusion that he was a villain of cowardice, preferring to get in and out without a fight, and opting to use sly skills instead of risking a fight with a person of stronger status.

With this new information secured into place by your observations, you devised a plan in order to catch the villain and leave him be for the police.

You used your quirk and dug into his subconscious, a grin of your own growing on your face as you located your target, an almost cruel idea forming in your head at the expense of the villain. You had found his fear.

The villain dodged each of Fukai's attempts at landing a blow to him with such an ease it seemed as if he had all the time in the world. He was cocky in his own skills, having had been in worse scenarios and still escaped.

The villain looked directly at Fukai from where he was seated on one of the walls, almost laughing at the sight of some random teenage boy thinking he could play hero and catch the big bad villain.

Fukai noticed you signal to him with your hand up, closing and opening from the corner of his eye and understood that you were going to set off your quirk. Without this context, most people wouldn't understand that some of your illusions work directly in your opponents mind, meaning that your opponents would react to something surrounding people couldn't see. Fukai understood, and he backed off a bit in order to not disrupt the illusion.

The villain was about to mock Fukai a bit more before departing, but his smirk quickly fell at he noticed a large, hulking figure appear behind the kid.

His eyes widened and breathing became still as he made eye contact with the one and only symbol of peace, All Might himself.

Shocked to the point of motion becoming forgotten, the villain's thoughts suddenly started bouncing all around, before erratically trying to think of different plans, anything he could do to get away. He ran into a dead end with every single trick up his sleeve as he recalled seeing the massive hero defeat some of these biggest, baddest villains known to Japan into a pile of defeat. No, there was no solution to this problem.

Just as you both were about to take out the villain in his moment of vulnerability, everyone in the room jumped as a man wearing all black with a large scarf resting around his shoulders dropped from one of the pipes near the roof of the building. His absolute silence despite his sudden movements made you wonder how long he was there for.

Your illusion was ruined as the intruding man walked through it, unable to see it. The villain's frustration grew as he realized that he had been duped, but before he could do anything the man's scarf that had once been still suddenly jumped to life as it floated all around the dark-haired man's head for a second, before violently snapping around the villain, and your eyes grew as you saw the man's hair rise in the air in a very similar manner. Surreal. Before you knew it the villain was back to normal, and you quickly realized that this man was most likely a hero of sorts.

You saw Fukai looking over at you as he shuffled to the walls while the man was busy, but narrowly avoided being caught in the man's scarf as it aimed to close around him just as it has done to the villain moments ago.

You signaled for him to run, and he hesitated for a second, worry filling his eyes, but ultimately decided to listen and trust you as the scarf slithered around his ankle, to which he just barely managed to shake off.

You heard the man in the scarf curse as he watched your friend go, not wanting to risk letting the villain go in trade.

You toiled a bit, trying to tackle the problem that presented itself to you without introduction. A hero showing up so early wasn't part of the plan, nor was it expected considering most of the heroes' patrol routes were situated a slight distance away.

So, you wondered, who was this guy?

Your thinking was interrupted by the interrupter himself.

"I know you're there. Don't try to fool me into believing you're not."

You gasped a bit, not considering how he was able to know you were there when you were under your quirk. That is, until you held up your hand and realized that it was visible again, and right behind it was the man in the scarf, hair afloat and glowing red eyes situated directly on you.

He had the villain unconscious on the ground, tied in that scarf of his, which he held two parts of in his hands in order to keep it secure. But there was plenty of the scarf to go around. You realized this as you came face to face with the snake-like entrails of the scarf flickering and snapping at you, seeking to seize and bind you along the villain.

You were lucky your face was covered, because this man didn't seem to be as ignorant as some of the other heroes (especially sidekicks). You didn't speak as you dodged and ran, not wanting to reveal who you might be.

To your devastation, as soon as you opened the back doors from where you came you were met with police offers running in your direction from the front of the building. Panic built up in your chest as you didn't have much energy from continuously covering yourself in your quirk, along with having it disrupted twice.

You still pushed yourself to at least run, deciding that you could easily lose them in the plentiful twists and turns that filled the little seaside town.

You understood that if you ran in the direction of your place that you and your things were were currently at, then you would most likely give it away to the police and you'd have to deal with them being on your back as you looked for a new place to stay. But you didn't want to outright run in the opposite direction in case they thought of your plan, so you settled on running in a sort of zig zag, not wanting them to be able to predict your path of travel.

You turned randomly at each turn you ran into, landing in alleyways, on top of dumpsters, underneath large trees heavy with leaves, and eventually up and over fences of backyards as you found yourself in some sort of comfortable little neighborhood nestled in the small town.

Your panic shrunk a bit as you realized that you had thrown off most of the police officers that were chasing you, having been diminished to a small few stragglers that refused to let up.

Sweat poured down your face and blotted your underarms and neck, making you grimace in discomfort as you also had to deal with the sharp pangs that made their way up your legs and back.

You awkwardly sprinted as a little dog chased you across a small yard, and hopped another fence, looking to find somewhere to turn or hide, just anything to get them off your back.

You used your quirk with scarcity as you looked over your back to the best of your ability and hit 3 of the remaining 5 officers with an illusion of yourself tripping over the fence to which they turned to. The other two tried yelling at them that it was a trick, but decided their attempts would be pointless as they kept up the chase, not faltering.

You frowned, squinting as you felt an impending migraine starting to make its way into your head. You knew that you were overexerting yourself, and that the migraine would only serve as a distraction if it grew, but you were so very close, you didn't have any choice but to keep going.

You hopped the next fence without as much strength as you originally did, knowing that it only drained your energy faster having to constantly boost yourself up and down rather than running and turning. You wouldn't be able to keep it up for long.

You remembered that there was a cluster of empty houses that weren't sold yet somewhere nearby, so you ran in turn, changing your course of action by jumping out into the street from one of the backyards you were in, missing the pair of curious violet eyes watching you from a window in one of the houses.

You ran down the street into a more disheveled neighborhood that connected to the newer one you were just in, looking over to see only one officer remained. You didn't remember when the other one disappeared, but you excused it because you couldn't constantly look over your back when running.

You sharply turned a corner to get out of the sight of the remaining officer, heading to the end of the neighborhood where the empty houses were before throwing yourself through the open window of the first one you saw without thought, you just needed a place of hiding.

You breathed a heavy sigh as you propped yourself down for a second, having been through way too much action than you signed up for. You knew the police would probably think you ran out back towards the desolate fields that laid behind the houses.

To them, the houses were legally listed as private property*, so they wouldn't think about you bursting into someone's home without warning. You knew they were empty though from your days of scavenging for goods to survive, in fact you learned a lot about your surroundings because of that, and that's how you were able to evade the police for such a long time.

You held your breath as you heard him pass by, but once again fate seemed to be voting for your downfall, as you heard crunching of footsteps walk around the house instead of right past, and you started to grasp at what they were doing.

As soon as the backdoor flew open was the exact moment you recognized just where you were, and what house you had chosen.

You started to hyperventilate, air whooshing in and out of your lungs as the room around you started to spin.

Home...

You were home...

But this wasn't home...

It was a house once filled with horrors, pain and agony, which now reeked of death. A familiar smell you knew all too well.

Your legs moved indistinctly, as though they had minds of their own and yet still understood your internal logic.

Heart racing, eyes watering, you refused to let yourself get caught, especially in the very place you gained your new life after the death of your old one.

Mind numb, and filled with only thoughts of 'escape', you ran to the doors, but remembered they were glued shut, along with the windows. You had done that once so very long ago.

The remaining open window was shut and blocked by the police officer that was chasing you earlier, who was now the one cornering you right by it. You could see a look of compassion and understanding in his eyes, but you saw it as a look of pity instead in your moment of frustration.

You could hear not one, not two, but three voices surrounding you, and anyone that was surrounding you blurred into one giant mass as your fear started to overwhelm you, overtaking your very mind and filling every crevice it could find.

In a moment of desperation you tried using your quirk, trying to create the worst, cruelest entity that you could create, but nothing came out instead.

Your eyes started to warm as you felt tears of frustration and fear building up, but you didn't cry, you refused to. Your emotions started to slow down as you saw one of the police officer aiming what looked like a gun at you, finger on trigger. At that moment you gained slight control of your thoughts, your mind painfully screaming at you to get out of there, to protect your pride and dignity.

In your panicked state you turned and tried slamming the window to escape, but all you attempts were futile as it wasn't going to budge. You heard the trigger being pulled and braced yourself, but all you felt was a little stab on your arm. You looked down and realized that it was a tranquilizer dart that had lodged itself into your upper arm.

Your mind started to fill with fog and the edges of your vision started to slowly fill in as you banged your hand on the window in one last attempt of escape.

And then your world went dark.

A/N:

Alright, so that was part 1! I do hope that it was good enough for you, I'm trying to learn from past mistakes when writing, and I feel as though I'm in improving little by little everyday.

Don't worry, if writing the story takes too long then I'll post the parts one by one instead of waiting until it's all finished. This is my first time writing something so long, but I enjoy it!ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )♡

Any feedback or constructive criticism is completely allowed, and if you see any mistakes then please notify me so I can fix them.

If you wish to send in a request as well, once again, please don't hesitate!

I'll be working on this as much as I can, but my progress is slowed until my phone gets completely fixed (which it will soon-hopefully anyways). I appreciate your patience! (๑´ㅂ`๑)

For the first *, that basically means that I have a note about whatever is near it. The note for that was I have absolutely no clue how buying or selling houses and property works, I just made that up on the spot. I know there's a 99% chance it's wrong, so just please go with it, I'm sorry for any annoyance.

This story is ok for reposts or other uses such as those YouTube channels that read out fanfics and things like that. My only ask is that you tell me beforehand for everything but the reposts. I just like to see other people interact with things I make, it makes me happy (⁠^⁠^⁠).

Thank you so much for reading this complete mess, I know I wrote a lot of things that aren't the story, and once again I'm sorry about that.

I hope you have a lovely day!

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年2022/月12/日01

#Escaping The Night #bnha aizawa #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #aizawa shōta #aizawa x daughter reader #shinsou x reader #dadzawa

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hurlingsupport · 4 months

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I've been having trouble with editing my drafts because, as of now, I only have the ability to edit one draft at a time until that specific draft is finished. That's why I had to screenshot this request, so I'm sorry about the inconvenience! Despite all that, I'd be happy to write something for this! And since it wasn't specified what they wanted, I went ahead and wrote some headcanons!

"Tender Hold" (Invader Zim x Affectionate!Gender Neutral Reader Headcanons)

First off, I don't think Zim would understand why you like to hold his hand at first.

On his home planet, it's quite obvious that Irkens don't enjoy things like relationships at all. They're an aggressive alien race, bent on conquering the galaxy. So I think hand-holding would be an action he simply can't understand because of his upbringing.

So, when you do grab his hands, he might think you're purposely trying to grab his attention. And when you don't want or need anything, he'll be left confused.

Why did you grab him if you didn't want something? Were you trying to distract him? Are you a clingy human?

There are many questions running through his irken mind, and he's likely to just outright ask these things.

When you tell him that you do it because it's comforting and that it feels nice, he's not entirely convinced. Why would holding his hand be comforting?

You'd have to continuously do it for him to believe you. And when he does, he'll probably just let you do it whenever. Of course, he still won't understand, and it's possible that he never will. Despite this, he knows it brings you comfort, so he'll allow it. Isn't Zim oh-so kind?

Though, I must warn you that hand-holding when he's busy, whether that's building something to control the planet or plotting against Dib, is not permitted.

"Zim is BUSY!" He'll yell, and that's the only warning you'll get before you're booted from the lab by Computer. You're free to hold Gir's paws if you want, but Zim is occupied! You can easily avoid this by backing off and simply watching Zim work. Just don't distract him!

I also don't think Zim would mind holding your hand in front of people. He doesn't understand what it might imply in the eyes of others, and he most likely doesn't care. Unless his honor is threatened, in which he'll probably just use some crazy machine on the offender.

All in all, Zim doesn't quite understand but is willing to comply; just give him space when he's busy!

#invader zim #invader zim x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #headcanon #headcanons #zim iz #iz zim

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request a one shot for Genos finding out he's got a crush for the very first time with gender neutral reader that's the opposite of him? Basically a slow burn, friends to lovers, opposites attract each other tropes! and Genos being nervous and confused!!! I'm a sucker for that shit. Thanks in advance and you can change anything to make it more comfortable for you, have a great day!

Hi!!!!!! Just to let you know, I am absolutely OBSESSED with this idea! Thank you so so much for requesting it! I really hope I played it out well and hope you enjoy!! Have a great day anon!!!

Overheating - Genos

Pairing - Genos x gn!reader

Warnings - none! just a ton of fluff

Word Count - 1,290

Notes - i had a blast writing this! thank you so much anon for the request!!

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

“Well?” You turned to Genos, shaking your keys in front of him. “Are you coming? We don't want to leave Saitama waiting for us.” “O-Oh… right… of course.” You giggled and grabbed Genos’ hand, leading him down the many stairs of your apartment building. Genos liked that you never took the elevator. You told him that you didn't want him to mess up the wiring or bluetooth or whatever shit they put in there and in turn, you didn't want him to shut down in an elevator. It made him feel… cared about. By you. It made him feel all fuzzy whenever he thought about it too hard. He didn't hate that feeling, but he didn't like it either. It was different, and he wasn't used to different. He was used to everything being routine. But one day, you showed up. You’ve known Saitama your whole life, so when you saw some random blonde sitting in his kitchen, you couldn't help but become friends with him. He also liked that about you. How easy it was for people to like you. How easy it was for you to make friends. He sucked at social cues, but you seemed to completely understand them, as if they came to you naturally. Honestly, he was kind of jealous of you. Intrigued, but jealous. That burning feeling he would get in his chest everytime you were around… that had to be jealousy… right?

“Sorry we’re late, Saitama, it seemed our computer was running a little slow.” You ruffled Genos’ hair and he readjusted it, scooting into the booth next to you. He couldn't help but notice the way your elbow would bump against his. The way you played with your straw as Saitama talked to you. The way- “Genos, what are you gonna order?” He was pulled out of a trance, snapped back to reality. He turned to you and tilted his head, his eyes dimming a little. “What are you gonna get, Genos?” “Oh… uh… I don't know yet.” “God, Genos, do you need to update or something? You’re going as slow as my old Windows XP computer.” You giggled and poked at his back as if it would make a difference to his malware. He was considering an update though. What was wrong with him?

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“Where is Master Saitama?” You turned over to see Genos come through the door, holding bag after bag. “Did you go shopping?” “Yes.” You hummed in response and turned your attention back to the movie you were watching. “Where is Master Saitama?” You looked up. “Oh, did he not tell you?” “No.” “He’s going out for the night. He should be back crazy early though. I was going to be his housesitter, but it's nice to have some company.” You hopped up to help Genos put away all of the groceries he got. He couldn't help but stare a little seeing you in your pajamas. You always had something nice on whenever Genos was around, so seeing you in some basketball shorts and a giant shirt was new to him. “What?” You noticed that he was staring and he quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “My apologies. It is just… new to see you dressed in something so… not put together.” “My pajamas are very put together, thank you!” “Oh… I-... I uh…” “I'm joking.” You gave him a playful smack on the arm as you giggled and Genos sighed, his motors making a very loud exhale sound. “I know I don't usually dress like this, huh? Sorry if you were expecting an outfit for royalty.” “No! Of course not! I…” He felt his face get warm, making him clear his throat. “I like it.” “Aw! Thanks, robo-buddy!” You ruffled his hair and he felt the room somehow get warmer. Was he about to overheat?

He tried taking his mind off of it and went to reach for the last item on the ground, his hand brushing against yours. He jumped back, his arm feeling almost inflamed by the feeling of your hand. You giggled, putting the item in the cabinet. “You’ve been so jumpy lately, Genos, are you okay?” “I-I do not really know.” “Do you need to sit down?” The goofy smile on your face faded and quickly turned to worry. “Um… I think I will be alright… but perhaps I will take a seat.” Genos slumped down on the couch, his face bright red and the engine in his chest making a very loud humming sound. “I'm going to take off your shirt Genos, make sure everything is okay with your engines or whatever.” You slipped off his shirt and his engines were burning hot, you couldn't even touch it. “Uh… you’re burning up… are you going to be okay?” Genos turned to the AC and pointed to it and you quickly turned it on, but since it was Saitama’s house, the damn thing hadn't been turned on in years, immediately shooting dust in your face. You coughed and nearly fell backwards, but was caught by Genos. You smiled like a dork at him and he was very fearful that he would overheat at any moment. How did you do it? How did you smile all the time? How did you seem to always be excited to do something new? How did you put up with Genos, who was monotone and would always just go with the flow? “Thanks, Genos! You’re the best! No wonder you’re an S rank hero! Are you feeling a bit better?” You sat him down on the couch and checked his chest again, seeing that things didn't get much better. “I will be okay. I honestly do not really understand what happened. It is like… whenever you are around I overheat. I get all fuzzy whenever you start talking. Maybe my system is… allergic to you?” You blushed. “Wh-What?” “Yeah. It is strange, I agree. I do not know how to stop it either. But if I am being completely honest, I do not hate the feeling. Perhaps I should talk to Dr. Kuseno.” You turned away. Genos had a crush on you and he didn't even know it. “Genos, I don't think you have to go to the doctor.” “Why not? All of this is confusing, and I-” You put your hand on his shoulder and looked directly into his eyes. “Genos, I think you have a crush on me.” “A crush? I… do not understand.” Now you were the one with an overheating system. “Y-You… uh…” You didn't know how to put it into words. It would be impossible. You of course felt the same, but it had to be different. He was a robot. He was the complete opposite of you. Always trying to figure out new things, extremely intelligent, quiet. All while you were blunt and willing to goof off all the time. You definitely couldn't explain the feeling that either of you had through words. You leaned close and pressed the smallest kiss onto Genos’ cheek. He turned to you with a confused, but adorable expression that nearly made you melt. You couldn't help but giggle as you leaned forward, cupping his cheek. “Is this okay?” Your lips were only inches away from his, your voice barely audible past the sound of his engines and the AC. “Please?” He sounded desperate, like he had been needing this. Needing you. You leaned closer and pressed your lips to his. He pulled you closer so you sat on his lap. You could feel how warm his face was, he was clearly nervous, but he wasn't pulling away.

Instead, the two of you ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms on Saitama’s couch.

#genos x reader #genos one punch man #one punch man x reader #one punch man #genos #x reader #my writing #writing #fanfic #fluff #genos fluff #one punch man fluff #fanfiction #request #anon

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gunilslaugh · 9 months

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Heyo! Nice to meet you!

I've been a villain for a few months now and I just confess, I like Gunil so so much! He instantly became one of my favorite kpop boys since I began stanning. (He's just my type, what a unique and incredible man!) Originally I wanted to request around for more Gunil fics... But honestly I have no idea what to request specifically 😭 I just want to read more about him cuz my crush is big and fat 😂 but I racked my brains and couldn't come up with anything...

So instead, I've had this idea for an OT6 fluff, if it's alright with you! How would XH react to having a very smart and academical s/o? Like, someone who likes to read a lot (not only fiction, but also nonfiction, like science, psychology, philosophy, spiritual books or stuff about social studies) and who genuinely likes studying and learning! They like doing research on many many subjects of their interest (wether those are something as common as space or not so common like learning the biology of marine animals) and they're always spewing out random interesting facts about things 😂 Bonus points if reader also likes solving mysteries and playing puzzle games some people might find boring ( like crosswords or sudoku).

Yes, this is pretty self indulgent 😂 but I'm also just very curious 👀

You are totally entitled to refuse this request if you don't feel like writing it! No pressure 😁 🖤

Nice to meet you too! Welcome to the fandom. I hope that you enjoy your request.

All member ;^o-o^;

Summary: Xdinary Heroes' reaction to having an academic significant other.

WC:684

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Gunil really admires how academically driven you are. Thinks it’s cool how knowledgeable you are. If you're knowledgeable across many varying topics then he would call you a human encyclopedia. He gets really happy whenever you talk or rant about a subject that really interests you. When you tell him a random fact he actually tries to note down the information and remember it. Loves to watch mystery or detective shows with you while trying to figure out who the culprit is together. On the chance that he figures it out before you or he was right and you were wrong he feels very entitled to his bragging rights.

Jungsu

On cold days he always makes sure that you’re wearing a beanie or that your hood on your jacket is up because you gotta protect that smart brain of yours. Jungsu would love to do crossword puzzles or other games like it with you. The members would tease you about being an old couple, but Jungsu would just shoo them away. Jungsu would try to learn some about your favorite topic so that he could talk about it with you. He’d write down the random facts that you tell him in his notes and at the end of the year he’d compile them all together. Almost like a scrapbook of memories, but with all the random facts you’ve told him.

Gaon/Jiseok

You were ranting to Jiseok about a topic that interested you. He jokingly told you that if you like it that much then you should create a slideshow presentation about it. It definitely caught him off guard when three days later you showed him the slideshow. He doesn’t tell you, but he now has it saved on his computer. Lovingly calls you a nerd. Really likes to watching sci-fi shows together with you. Sometimes there is part of him that wished he had the drive that you have about learning new things. He would tease you about playing a game like solitaire, but in reality he doesn’t even know or understand how to play.

O.de/Seungmin

Seungmin treasures how dedicated you are when it comes to learning about something. He thinks you are absolutely adorable as you’re hyper fixated on your laptop, researching a particular subject. Takes candid photos of you researching, might make one his wallpaper. Laughs whenever you randomly spew out a fact, not in a mean way of course. Your random fact spewing brightens his day. Especially if it’s something completely random like shrimps hearts are located in their head. Avidly watches mystery type shows with you and might end up being the more invested one funnily.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Junhan would love to have in-door dates where the two of you just read together. Sitting on opposite ends of the couch with your legs flailed across one another. Sometimes uses you as his personal internet. If he has a question about something he thinks you would know he’d rather ask you than actually look it up. Would try to race you in completing a sudoku the fastest. He really values your smarts and thinks that it’s really impressive how much wide scale information you have stored in your brain. He would send you things on topics that he found interesting and loves when you do the same back.

Jooyeon

You’re not just any nerd, you are his nerd. When you randomly state a fact he would respond with a “that is something only a nerd would know,”. Even if he teases you about it he still likes whenever you do it. If it’s been a while since you randomly told you a fact he’ll ask you to tell him one. Honestly his day doesn’t feel complete without it. He would really enjoy having a sci fi, mystery themed movie night. You two would turn off all the lights and huddle together under blankets. Occasionally he wishes that he was as academic as you because he thinks it would be nice to research things together, but if he has no interest his brain refuses to hold new information.

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she-who-fights-and-writes · 2 years

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Do you have any advice on how to write consistently and stay motivated?

Me, who is probably the most inconsistent writer of all time:

How to Write Consistently (From Someone Who Does Not Write Consistently)

This may sound odd; why would someone who has trouble managing their own consistency in writing give advice on how to do just that? Well, for me, I feel like people who have no trouble staying on track with their writing really don't understand the struggles that other writers go through when trying to keep consistent with their projects.

Hopefully, these things that I do may help all of you, too!

1. Find Out the Difference Between Writer's Block vs. Procrastination

Check out my post on how to overcome writer's block here!

One of the most frustrating things that happens when I haven't worked on a project in a while is that once I finally return to it, I write 2,000 words in one sitting!

Discovering that I hadn't actually been suffering from writer's block and could've been working on my WIP easily for all that time is infuriating! I had nothing but my own procrastination to blame!

How have I learned to tell the difference?

Trying to open my WIP file every day, as well as taking notes about where I left off, has been a big help. That way, I can be 100% positive that I either do/don't have writer's block on this section, and can brainstorm things that I want to write next.

Of course, I am definitely not consistent with this. Life happens! It's not possible to expect someone to do something every day, especially if it's so dependent on the unpredictable flow of creative juices. But being at least a bit aware of where I left off has been a big help!

2. Your Phone is Your Enemy!

My phone is the biggest distraction that keeps me from writing. I can have my computer open in my lap with the Word Document of my WIP open for hours and still never get anything done because I'm scrolling on my phone.

It's tough because I normally don't recognize I'm distracted until it's too late; after all, I'd only opened my phone to check a text, or put on my writing playlist, or look up a fact I wasn't sure about.

That's why removing my phone from my reach always helps lots; by using my own laziness against me--since I don't want to get up and go get my phone--it helps me stay focused on the task at hand.

If you need your phone next to you, consider downloading a focus/study app like Forest that will help you stay on track!

3. Have a Back-Up Project!

Writing frequently is the key to keeping yourself motivated and consistent, and if you have writer's block on one project, it can be very easy to slip into a huge gap of time where you don't write at all...and the longer you don't write, the harder it is to get back into it.

Whenever I find I have writer's block on my main project, I write fanfiction or other side projects to keep my writing muscle exercised. I tend to lapse BIG TIME when I don't write, so keeping myself on track with other writing things prevents me from going months without even touching any of my WIPs.

Keeping consistent is one of the most difficult parts of writing, so don't beat yourself up over it if you have trouble! I'm not sure if these tips are helpful, but I hope they can prove useful to those who struggle with the same issues as I do!

#writing #writing tips #writing advice #writing help #writers #writeblr #creative writing #writer problems #writer's block #writing consistently #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writing community #tips for writers #help for writers #advice for writers

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skiptomy · 1 year

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Help a disabled trans person get back on their feet

Forcing myself to ask for help. It's really hard for me to do this cause I always feel like I've already asked way too much, but a few kind folks have suggested I do something like this, so I guess here goes nothing.

For more info about what's going on you can check out this post, but the tl;dr is that I'm flat fucking broke right now with no way to get extra income. A lot of my stuff is super old or super broken and at the point where I need replacements that I cannot afford.

So I guess here's a list of stuff, and general prices, though if anyone has better recommendations I'm super open. I'm limiting it to things I actively need rather than just things I want cause that obviously doesn't seem fair to ask folks for.

Bedding: at this point all my pillows are so old they are actively yellowing. My comforter is pretty stained and starting to tear up at the seams and whenever I come home from doing one of my dog sitting jobs I've noticed how much worse my allergies are. Fixing this will drastically help my lungs and sinuses, as well as help with joint support/comfort.

Allergy safe pillows: Usually between 8$-15$ x 2 at least, 4 preferred (joint support)

Cooling comforter: [link] 35$ plus shipping

Allergy safe mattress cover: Most I can find are between 30-50$

Cooling mattress pad: [link] 43$ plus shipping

Med support: This part is pretty self explanatory as to why I need them. But just in case you'd like to know; I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, fibromyalgia, chrons/ibs, asthma, pretty bad environmental allergies, as well as being recently diagnosed with ADHD/Autism. This leads to near constant pain, always constant fatigue, and just general bad vibes y'know? My body is essentially a poorly constructed ball joint doll that thinks it's funny to just sprinkle on the symptoms.

This one is just way easier to do as a wishlist, cause there's a LOT of things that could help and a lot of them are very expensive.

Work: I work as a digital artist, and the biggest thing I'm saving up for right now is a functioning PC, as my current computer continues to crash and is plagued with a whole lot of troubles and has never really had enough RAM to do what I need. Thanks to the incredible people in my life I have a little towards this already, as well as a big discount through one of my friend's jobs. The build that my tech buds and I worked out would suit my needs and keep me going for a good decade or so is about 1,400$. I've got 500$ towards it already that I refuse to touch for anything else (if it's not life threatening), and I'm trying my best to save up on the side, but bills and life keep making that very hard.

I've got Paypal, Venmo (just ask for QR), and Ko-fi.

I also do commissions but those are quite slow going right now because of all the aforementioned problems. But if you don't mind waiting a while (trying to catch up on older ones right now) you sure can put an order in.

If you are able to help, I cannot express how much that would mean to me. But I also completely understand if you can't. It's tough out there. Especially right now with everything going on. In any case, I wish you all the best, and thank you heartily for reading and sharing.

#compassion fatigue #tumblr help #community help

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sinzkiller · 1 year

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Mayuri Kurotsuchi x reader

"Jealousy"

EXPLICIT CONTENT. I have so many ideas but it's difficult for me to write it all since I'm kinda weak in English :(

Kurotsuchi Mayuri, a captain of the 12th Division, a mad and a cruel scientist, yes he is and everyone knows that. No one dare to anger him, not to mention approaching him. He is the last person that you want to mess with, the one who will fuck up you up and turn your life into a nightmare. However, the creepy captain sure has a soft side that no one knows, because he's good at hiding it.

"Akon, can you please pass me that paperwork over there" you said, fingers still typing on the keyboard, eyes completely locked on the computer, reading all the collected data that had been displayed on the screen. With the paper on his hand, Akon bowed down like the gentleman he is, handing it over to you. "Anything for you, my princess" he said in a flirty way, with a huge grin on his handsome face. He took your hand and place a quick kiss on it, as a joke, of course. "Ewwwwwww" Rin who had been watching the two of you is disgusted and couldn't focus on what he's doing.

Standing up from your chair, your fingers pinched the lower part of your lab coat, pulling it slightly upwards and bowing like a princess "Thank you...my prince...pfft" you said, almost laugh at him.

"You think that's funny? Huh, y/n?" Your captain snapped from behind, causing you and Akon went silent and your face turning pale. Slowly, you turned around to see his painted face and greet him with a soft smile which you instantly regretted doing it. Mayuri stares at you for a moment, before he rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Akon, why do you need to be this close to her? You just need to pass the paper, isn't that an easy task to do?"

Akon and Rin were your best friends for a long time, the only two of them besides Nemu you were comfortable with. Your relationship with everyone there is actually pretty good, except with the captain. Captain Kurotsuchi for sure love to put you in hell sometimes, he dislike it when you're getting close with your other colleagues in 12th Division especially when some of them being flirty with you. The only way for him to solves this problem is by dragging you to his private lab and working with him there for entire day. It's kinda confusing because you think that he might like you since he always seems so jealous whenever you're with someone else and yet he seems not, who's know?

"Y/n, you are distracting Akon, so please stop talking to him" says Mayuri. "Captain, it's me who started the conversation first, not Y/n" Akon tries to back you up but Mayuri won't listen to him, raising his slender index finger and pointed at his computer "continue your work, Akon, and I won't repeat myself." he snarled. Akon went silent, he's only nodded and walk away from you two, hoping that the captain doesn't cause you any harm.

You felt something grab your left arm with a strong grip, it was his hand. "Follow me, woman" he said in a harsh tone, you literally pray to all the Gods that you know because he sounds like he's going to kill you. As you two entered his private lab, you saw Nemu standing in front of Mayuri's huge monitor, looking at the two of you in confusion. "Get out of here Nemu, I need to settle this thing between me and Y/n" He said as he pushed Nemu out of his lab.

"Understandable, Mayuri-sama" Nemu answered as she closed the automatic door behind the two of you and walked away from that place.

"What did I do to you?? I don't remember doing anything wrong, in fact I completed all my work and handed it to you on time, I wasn't even rude to you was I?" Pulling your arm from his grip, you backed away from him. He can kill you whenever he wants, he can unleash the power of his Zanpakuto and drown you with poison there. But he didn't, he only watched you in silence. You stared at Mayuri, there was something about him that you just noticed at the moment, it was something unusual about the way he look at you. How long has he been looking at you with such a soft gaze?

Without saying any words, he approached you and pushed you against the wall, caging you between his arm as he roughly kisses you on the lips. "I don't like seeing you with others, you are mine, only mine" he said, pulling away and now kissing your exposed neck. "I don't shares, you know." He pushed your hips down so that your pussy on his left knee which was already between your thighs, forcing you to grinding on it. "You know what to do." He commanded. Mayuri wants to take off your clothes so bad, but something in his mind stopped him.

"No..let she crave for more..craving for my touch.."

"Ca.. captain" you moaned, staring into his eyes as you do what he says. "Id prefer you call me by my name when we do this, so that everyone knows who you belong to"

"M...Mayuri...." You moaned his name, looking at his half opened eyes as you grind your pussy on his knee. You don't even know what you're doing, you were drowning in your own pleasure and lust. The excitement he felt lead him into gripping your neck roughly with his hand.

"That's it...just like that mhmmmm" with that he inserts two of his fingers inside your mouth, shoving them deep and toying with your tongue using his fingers. Thank God it's not the one with long nail......

"If only you didn't aroused my jealousy then you don't have to experience this"

Your hips move back and forth faster than before, almost reaching your own climax. Before that could even happen, he pull his knee from between your thighs and had you fall into a kneeling position in front of him. He lifted up your chin and made you look at him in the eyes. "No, I won't let you cum, stupid"

Both hands gripping your hair as he pressed your face against his clothed dick that still hard, moving up and down slowly as he let out a loud moan. "Mmm.. feels so..good ah.." He pressed himself to your face harder than before that you almost couldn't breathe, the rough texture of his pants brushed against your soft skin.

"Mmm...Ma..mm..yuri pweash sstop..mm"

"Shut up you slut" He hissed, slapping your cheeks and continue to grinding on your face. You were completely helpless under him, unable to resist and letting him to do whatever he wants on your body. Damn, it's turning him on so much, thinking about this with you underneath while he's looking at your innocent eyes... It's was your fault after all, because of you he's in a great mess like this, because of you he finds himself stroking his own dick almost every night and came into his hand, instead of inside your pussy.

"Hah..... Ah.." finally, he came. His grip on your hair is tighten and he stop moving, your face still pressed on his clothed dick with your mouth slightly open.

"Ah....mmmmm... I.. hope you're satisfied" You said in a low voice, almost crying and you didn't dare to make eye contact with him.

He looked at you, hands caressing your cheeks softly as he gave you a worried look.

"Am I being too harsh on you, sweetheart?"

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You: Heheheh

Mayuri: What?

You: I.... I knew it

Mayuri: Knew what?

You: YOU ACTUALLY LOVE ME!!

Mayuri: wtf??? *Blushing *

You: Oh come on~

Mayuri: Shut up or I'll dissect you.

;)

I love Mayuri Kurotsuchi and I'm not ashamed of it.

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#bleach #bleach x y/n #mayuri kurotsuchi x reader #mayuri kurotsuchi #akon bleach #bleach x reader

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eleganzadellarosa · 7 months

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Business Before Pleasure

Part 1

💕 pairing: Cha Eun Woo x fem!reader, Cha Eun Woo x OC

✨ genres: Dark Romance, CEO!au, eventual smut

💕 summary: After losing your job, you pursue your dream of working as a secretary. What you thought would be a piece of cake, turns into more because your boss is a POS

✨ author’s note: This fic is based off of an IG pause game lol. This will be a multi part fic so I will upload them as I write. If you would like to be tagged when I upload, please leave a comment! This first part is short but I hope the following parts will be over 2K words. Thank you for reading and enjoy your day <3 P.S the pictures I'll be using for this are not what the character looks like, just as reference to their style or personality.

💕 word count: 2.26K

To say you hated your job was an understatement. You had been working as an at home event planner, only visiting the office for important meetings or to meet with certain clients. It's been 3 years since you started working for the company and to think you bared through the stress for this long should be counted as an achievement. Truthfully you stayed for the pay. Yes it wasn't amazing but it paid your bills and anything else necessary so it slightly outweighed the cons. Tonight however, you regretted your tenacity with how the woman on the other end was yelling at you. She complained and complained about how her entire event was ruined because of a simple mistake that wasn't even on the company’s part but she felt the need to be compensated.

"Yes ma'am, I understand the problem you're having and I'm doing my best to help you. However, I am only able to do that if you stop yelling."

That only seemed to fuel her anger more and she blurted some obscenities before hanging up on you. You rolled your eyes and looked over at the time. It was already 9:45 pm aka 45 minutes past your time to get off. You sucked your teeth and quickly clocked out before shutting down your computer and standing to stretch your legs. Punctuality was one of your biggest traits, especially when it came to your meals but with you staying over time, you had no energy to stand and make yourself dinner. Takeout was your best bet now and as you scrolled through the many options available, an email notification pops up on your screen. You cringed when you saw it was from your boss and already knew why he bothered emailing you so late.

He was an asshole to say the least. He always treated his employees like crap and would penalize them whenever they worked overtime. He especially seemed to hate you for some reason and you were never really sure why. You open the email and read its contents, predicting what you would see, only to be utterly shocked.

Dear Ms. Meng,

I am regretfully emailing you to inform you that due to complaints and interactions with your client tonight, we will unfortunately have to terminate your contract with us. At this time we are unable to reconsider this decision. We hope that you will succeed in your future endeavors.

Best Regards,

A.P Wilson

This could NOT be happening, especially after you took the time out to try and help her as best as you could with an issue that wasn't even your fault. You never received client complaints, so she would be the first and apparently last. You immediately scrolled through your contacts and selected your boss' number and gave him a call.

"Ah Ms. Meng I expected you to call. Unfortunately as I said in my email, the decision is not up for discussion."

"Mr. Wilson" you put on your best fake smile even though he couldn't see it on the other end of the call. "Would you care to inform me how one complaint from a client lead to my termination? Don't you think that's a bit much?"

"A bit much? You were 45 minutes over time with a client you weren't even being considerate to. She said you yelled at her and didn't help her at all. What am I, as a good boss, supposed to take from that?"

"I don't know, maybe ask your employee first before you just let them go? But I forgot, you have your head so far up your ass that you are so busy worrying about paying your employees extra for overtime that you didn't notice that she tried to get a full refund and then some for an issue that wasn't even our faults! Fuck you and fuck this company!"

You didn't even bother to hear what else he had to say and hung up. This job was never really worth it and maybe now you could get an office job that you actually preferred with a boss that you actually liked, no matter how hard those are to come by. You sat on your bed with your brows furrowed and tossed your phone to the other end. You were pissed and now you didn't even want dinner.

Flopping onto your stomach at the other end of your bed, you picked up your phone and immediately typed in a job searching website. Office jobs were common and shouldn't be that hard to find, yet after scrolling through almost 20 pages and finding nothing, you ended your search early. It was only the first day and unemployment should process quickly so you had a few months before you were flat broke. Surrendering to the growling in your stomach, you settle on some tacos for the night.

There was no point in sitting at home sulking when you could be enjoying your unintentional vacation. You never had much time for your friends before, so now was best to call them up to hang out. It was a unanimous decision on meeting at a cafe to chat and have some decent coffee.

"Hey girly!" your best friend Priya called out to you, wrapping an arm around you as she approached. "This is great, finally some time to yourself and time for me!"

Priya has been your best friend since high school. She was your ride or die, there for you whenever you needed her. She was on the much more outgoing side personality wise, but you liked that about her, it helped you get out of your comfort zone. To say this friendship was a blessing would be a severe understatement. You were grateful for her and so was she for you.

"How are you handling everything?"

"I'm doing great actually. I'm going to take this as a sign to go for what I really want." You push the door open for her and allow her to walk in.

"Optimistic as always. We love a consistent girl like you Faye."

A few minutes later, two more friends, Liz and Ada, popped into the cafe and happily rushed over to where you and Priya sat. You slid over to make space on your end of the booth for Ada to fit.

"Someone must have sold their soul to get this girl out." Ada says, bumping her shoulder against yours.

"Haha no, I actually got fired."

The whole table spent about 10 minutes cursing out your boss and praising how much of a good worker you were. As much as you hated how everything was handled, you were telling the truth when you said you were fine.

"Actually, one of my friends from college works at this business and they're looking for a new secretary. If you want, I can hook you up with all the info." Liz interrupts the "boss bashing" and you focus solely on what she has to say. "And I heard the boss is super hot."

You laughed and shook your head. She was always trying to be the matchmaker of the group and almost always ended up failing. You appreciated her efforts though, you haven't had a boyfriend or any love interests since highschool. Boys weren't really on your mind since you broke up with your last one, he was just like every other douchebag guy you knew of.

"Actually Liz, I'm going to have to take you up on that offer. Can you ask your friend if she minds that I have her number? I want to ask her about a few things before I apply."

She quickly nodded and immediately got to typing on her phone.

This was it. Your dream job coming true before your eyes and you didn't know how to handle the happiness. It checked off all the marks you wanted and then some. Sure there were a few things you didn't like about the job but nevertheless, it was what you wanted and you didn't let the chance pass you by.

Today your interview was scheduled for "noon sharp" as the secretary informed you just a few days before. You were all about great first impressions, so you made sure to be here 15 minutes early.

The building was huge and slightly overwhelming. You walked through the revolving doors that lead to the large space. It made you feel important and like the characters you would see on dramas that scanned their key cards to get past the turnstile gates.

There was a middle aged fair skinned woman sitting at a large desk on which the words "information" was read, with a phone between her face and shoulder.

"Hello, can I help you?" She looks at you with a bubbly smile, teeth pearly white.

"Yes, I have an interview with EWX"

"Oh yes, they're expecting you. Take this elevator on the left and go to the 4th floor."

You silently thanked her and waved goodbye as she took another call. The more the elevator ascended, the more your anxiety rose. It's been years since you were last on an interview and you suddenly felt like you left all your experience and skills with your old job. The elevator dinged when it reached the 4th floor and the two doors opened. There was another woman at the front desk on this floor and she smiled when she saw you.

"You must be Faye, here for the interview?"

"I am! Do I need to sign in?"

"Not at all, go ahead and take a seat and they'll be out here shortly."

You sat in the small waiting area for about 5 minutes before you heard someone call your name. When you turned around and looked, there was a girl, seemingly around your age looking over the front desk to see where you sat. Admittedly you were short, but she looked past you as if expecting to see someone a bit older.

"Oh, you're Faye?"

"Yes, I am." You chuckled and put your hand out to shake hers.

She sneered and hesitated to shake your hand. "Wonderful.” She says, sarcasm heavily laced in her voice “Right this way."

You didn't want to think negatively about her behavior but there was only one way to assess it. That's not what you were here for though and you wouldn't let it affect your professionalism. When you entered the interview room, there were two other people there; a man and another woman.

The interview went well. They asked you about yourself, your work history and how you found out about this position. They appeared to be pleased with your answers and said they would be contacting you within the next few days.

The first girl you met eventually introduced herself as Ashley and walked you back out to the waiting room.

"Don't get your hopes up, the boss doesn't really like people like you and most people don't last long."

You looked at her as you pressed the button for the elevator. "Do you mind elaborating on 'people like me'?" She was leaving a bad taste in your mouth but you gave her one last chance to turn it around.

"You know, extremely bubbly, overzealous. Just stop trying so hard and maybe you'll have a chance."

You wanted to roll your eyes. She obviously either has a crush on this man or secretly fucks him and thinks she's better than everyone else, but you bet money it was the former. "Well Ashley, I guess we'll just have to see if the boss wants 'someone like me' to be a breath of fresh air after dealing with someone like you." The elevator opened as you finished your sentence and you stepped in. "Have a great day!"

It's been 3 days since you last spoke with them and the weekend was quickly approaching. It was only your first interview so you knew not to put all your eggs in one basket, but you really wanted for it to work out.

You stood at the stove, phone propped up against your toaster as you made yourself a quick lunch. "I'm so excited to hear back from them whether they want me or not."

"I'm glad you're looking on the bright side and not letting it get you down." Ada praises your optimism and confidence.

"Same and for not letting that jealous bitch get to your head." Priya added.

"I'm sorry if they say no, I'm going to feel like it's my fault for even mentioning it." You looked over and saw a pout on Liz's face.

"Aww Lizzie, don't feel that way. I'm actually so much more eager about finding this type of work so this interview was a big step."

Just then, a number you don't have saved rings your line and you quickly put your friends on hold to answer it.

"Yes, is this Ms. Meng?"

"Yes, speaking!"

"Oh great, this is Sabrina with EWX, I was just letting you know that we would like to offer you the position. Are you still interested?"

"That would be wonderful!"

"Great! We would love for you to come in this Monday to get a fresh start and learn the ropes. Is that too sudden?"

"Not at all! Thank you again for this opportunity and I will see you all Monday!"

"Wonderful, it was a pleasure speaking with you Ms. Meng and we'll see you Monday!"

You quickly switched back over to the group call with your friends and they immediately knew of the great news with the huge smile you wore. They all screamed, clapped and congratulated you.

You never expected to get over this big hump so quickly but you were no less than grateful. This was big for you and you couldn't wait to see what your new job had in store.

#cha eunwoo #astro kpop #astro eunwoo #eunwoo #astro

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