#which was just mildly frustrating

[birdbasket]

grown up Utsuho and Neya for the soul ƪ(˘ᴗ˘)┐ i assumed Utsuho’s obi thing literally just waves around behind at all times when drawing this so making it aesthetically pleasing sure was a challenge

#itsuwaribito #itsuwaribito utsuho #itsuwaribito fanart #i feel like there’s no clear full body drawing of utsuho in his final get up at the end #which was just mildly frustrating #I WANT MORE DOMESTIC NEYA AND UTSUHO

[nonbinary-octopus]

oops I started thinking about a frustrating event from highschool and spiraled into anger again :/

#original #the initial event was fairly minor and I probably would not have remembered it this long if not for the incredibly frustrating conversation #that ensued when I complained about it tonmy sunday school teachers #there were two things that had happened and which were inextricably intertwined. X was mildly irritating and Y I was somewhat mad about #they then proceeded to tell me that I should not be mad about X #and no matter how many times I insisted that I didn't CARE about X; I was mad about *Y* #they just kept saying that I shouldn't be mad about X #(honestly I'm also annoyed about how they kept insisting on that. #Like. 'you shouldn't be upset about X; it's gonna happen more times in your life and you're gonna have to get used to it' #is incredibly dismissive and if I'd actually been upset about X I would've been pissed with that response for that reason #) #but I was and still am pissed that I kept telling them that I was mad about *Y* not X and they just kept addressing X #come to think of it I don't think they even acknowledged Y at all let alone my righteous anger over it #... writing out these tags is not helping with the spiraling I think #I came up with an analogy/metaphor/parable that might've helped to make my point #and am now also angry that I can't go back in time and make them listen to it and see if it would make them understand

[compulsiveobsessing]

recently experienced the concerningly strong urge to drive somewhere unknown without telling anyone and just sit on the side of the road or throw myself into a ditch

#I was already sitting in my car #And I just went through the pros and cons in my head #I decided it would just cause more problems and then I went into target to attempt christmas shopping 😭 #Lately (more like a whole year at this point) anything genuinely upsetting or even mildly frustrating makes my mood plummet #And I catastrophize. And I think that the easiest solution would be to kill myself #Which is so dramatic #But it keeps happening #cw suicide mention #suicide mention

[sluttyten]

ALSO I had a customer call me pretty today, like girl stop, I’m blushing ☺️ and then right after that the next customer also told me she liked my earrings 🥰

#and then idk if it’s just that I was in a good mood or what today #like the energy in our store was pretty good for most of the day even though it was crazy busy #but like I don’t know I felt like there were some customers that gave me really good vibes like a customer who asked me if he was allowed to #leave a tip and then handed me like 3 or 4 dollars #idk it was busy and lowkey crazy all day but like I’m still in a good mood #I was mildly frustrated this morning just because it was like nonstop for two or three hours of breakfast which our store is NOT used to #but like lmao it was a good day idk why I’m in such a good mood but I’m liking it #now I’m home I’m gonna shower and eat some popcorn bc I’ve been craving that all day and I’m possibly gonna write or just get in bed and #binge some YouTube because I’m way behind on my subscriptions

[werewolfsmile]

...

#personal #drugs mention #today is a bad pain day #which is frustrating and exhausting and im so over it #the oxy helped me sleep last night but then i woke up at like 4am and couldn't sleep again for hours #felt okay when i got up only to put my arm in the sling for like half an hour and. dammit #agony after that #took more oxy which helped soooo much but it makes me mildly nauseous #so now im pain free and hungry but just too nauseated to do anything #plus ive got messages on here i wanna reply to but i just. can't. #not enough spoons right now #wow this is a big self pity fest right now #im just sick of being injured and frustrated with slow progress #a word of advice: don't get bucked off a horse. and don't trust ponies. no matter how cute

[hannahchronism]

my entire internet experience really can kind of boil down to "is this person being unnecessarily confrontational about shit you could just not engage with or am i aggressively nonconfrontational and will avoid things that should be addressed?" and then spending the next week thinking about it with increasing levels of still being unsure

#i kneejerk to. frustrated and irritated and displeased a lot #to a degree to which i think is. a can of worms people seem to think i'm lying about but-- that is another conversation #the point being. i've had to sort of build this tool in which i Don't say the first reaction i have because #i do not think it's fair (or even a real reaction? if that makes sense?) until i've sat back and like #made sure it sat in something reasonable and furthermore *proportional* #and then i go on the internet and someone will go like ''we need to lecture this person because they have a habit of conversation that #i personally find mildly annoying so they need to change it and grow and be self aware'' and i'm like #do they though? #;sdklfj;lskjdfg;lsdkfjg #like i don't.... want to just Push this person for doing a thing i find a little bit annoying because like #i don't even know the person? and that's the point of the conversation is lots of us don't know them well #and they're a little overfamiliar. which is kind of annoying. #but like. it's not a crime?? it's not.... Wrong™? it's just? not for me?? #i dunno i dunno i'm leaving it alone for now i'm not gonna argue with someone #about a third person neither of us is actually friends with sd;lfkjg;dlfkjg

[unidentifiedfuckingthing]

the only milk substitutes ever are almond/soy/oat/cashew/pea/whatever which is milky but not fatty or coconut cream which is fatty but not milky. how have we gotten this deep into like tofurky and impossible meat or whatever but not good milk subs

#milk just tastes rotten to me forever now for no reason as far as i can tell which is mildly frustrating

[confinesofmy]

i think if there's one thing i can impress on children and teenagers it's that it's pretty much guaranteed that acne is something that is simply happening to you. you are not causing it, you are not to blame, you are just in a time in your life where it's happening, or certain not-necessarily-controllable factors are occurring that are creating acne. there's a very good chance there's nothing you can do.

unless you are rubbing dirt into your face (and even then, i'm not sure. is dirt even bad for faces?) you are not getting acne because your face is "dirty." i used to break out from the simple act of washing my face, be it with avène, l'oréal, cerave, eucerin, anything. now i'm regularly rubbing the cheapest moisturising oil i could find into my face for 20 minutes at a stretch and then wiping it off with a hot rag (no soap) and my skin loves it. i honestly think i could get away with anything at this point.

what changed? hormones, maybe. i think i have papulopustular rosacea which can be aggravated by bacteria from mites, so it's possible i unknowingly had a huge mite die-off for some reason. maybe i quit eating something and that's why it stopped. maybe an unrelated antibiotic course knocked it out. i don't know. but it definitely didn't go away because i found the right product or perfected my routine or stopped touching my face, none of that shit worked at the time and now that it's over i use whatever products i want and i touch my face all the time. now when i break out it's a surprise.

#i think i'm currently breaking out because of either the hot-cold shock or the humidity-aridity shock #and the break outs are nooothing like they used to be #rn they're mildly itchy #but back in the day oh my god. pain. like a 5 on the pain scale all over my face for hours. #combined with frustration shame embarrassment disgust etc #i would cry #if it gets bad again which it ofc randomly could i will NOT be experiencing that again #because at this point i know that it's not my fault #it's just something that's happening #adam talks too much

[exopelagic]

:((

#I am being just a little insane and maybe I should stop saying that but whatever #it’s fine :/ just. mildly upset #so the guy. we have ice hockey twice this week and I couldn’t make last night bc of presentation this morning #so I was Dumb and asked my friend to get him to help out bc we were gonna be rlly short on people and also to try get his Instagram #if he gets the chance. (the important part. I would like to talk to the guy.) #bc it’s the last week we’re doing it this year so I wasn’t sure if he’d be coming on Friday #and turns out he isn’t! and my friend also did everything except get his instagram #which is fine and I’m not annoyed at him bc last night was Hell I am just. ://// #so that’s it this year! #I’ll see him next year and it’s fine it’s just frustrating that i missed last night for this dumb presentation that didn’t even go that well #it was too quick and I had questions I was completely unprepared for but it’s fine it’s done #agrhrbdhjd. it’s fine it’s out of my hands now unless he shows up on Friday anyway #it’s just hard bc he’s taken the Me approach to social media and made himself incredibly hard to find #and also doesn’t seem to follow anyone from uni so there are no mutual friends that I could conceivably be like. oh yeah you just showed up! #hi!! #(bc I’ve obviously already found it I just can’t like. do that. it feels like it’s against the rules and I’m not 100% that it’s him anyway) #anyway I now have to deal with a bunch of the fallout from last night bc people got very drunk before it (why nobody showed up) and so much! #so much happened! #it’s whatever it’s fine today will be good and Friday will be good anyway bc I’m enjoying ice hockey again so I just gotta like #shelve this whole thing until the new year. which I can do :/ #only possible way anything could happen is if when I send out the stuff abt new committee he sends a message or smth but that’s. #such a long shot and I’m being insane so #probably for the best! will just talk to the guy next year I’m gonna stop now. #there’s no rush it just sucks this time #luke.txt

[viviantimmet]

Have you ever been trapped in a dream? Tried to get up, and found your limbs unresponsive, your vision obscured? Gotten up anyway, hazy, determined, stumbling to a door or a lightswitch, only to realize, when no light comes, when the door opens to nothingness, that you are still in your bed? Have you fallen into that frantic cycle of false waking until it drove you into a screaming panic? Screams that could not be heard by anyone but you? The secret is to let go. When the panic rises, do not strain for the door. Eventually it will let you go as well.

#actual advice btw #I have experienced this many times #but I finally found a way for it not to turn into a horrific nightmare #I was still a little extra afraid of the dark after though #This can actually also happen when you're awake #though it is less panic inducing #basically if you're the kind of person that ocaisionally #finds themself lacking the will to move #and you try really really hard to move anyway #with your eyes closed #you can trick yourself for a second #which is mildly frustrating #the secret there is also letting go ive found #but not just that #instead of trying the whole motion #I start with twitching my fingers #and then build up from there

[twilightarcade]

whaj twould u draw comic abt

well like everything ever. And other stuff of the sort.

Tangent but like comics specifically because. I suck at writing. It's great! Pretty cool! But I'll never achieve the required eloquence I want. I can pour my heart out on a page all day but that will never be telling a story like I'd like it to be, at least ast long as its short.. also I love visual media especially. Something a teacher would call a visual learner. Both mediums obviously require a lot of care but with comics it feels more like I can skip right to the "meat" (as an english teacher would call it) of the story? Like alright we have some guys they're doing some stuff and I don't have to sit here agonizing over how to describe this guy and what they're doing, I can just.... beam it directly into your brain. How cool is that. And you can add like.... whatever the hell you want. Want a giant rainbow going through half the page? BAM you got it. With writing you can't really do that

Tangent OVER. Honestly anything I can't write really (literally everything). Though, to narrow it down a bit, small scenes that a can't quite capture in writing regardless of how much I try. I don't think I would ever like... make a whole comic series or anything. Moreso use it to capture super specific emotions in a way that doesn't just feel like I'm pouring my heart out on a page with no real motive (but secretly is). I suppose the goal here is to make my feelings consumable or whatever. Capture them into a neat little page that other people can read and go haha at

#askstag #really I think the secret is I'll just never live up to my own standards. And should stop #I didn't actually answer the question really I realize but this got a bit long #I suppose it mainly sums up to 'things it would be pretty silly to just talk about for a bit' #yeah I could talk about my feelings or whatever the crap at length instead but why do that when some other fake dude is right there #and no one wants to listen to some guy complain for hours anyways #like the show don't tell rule but scaled up to a billion. That's what I need. #but yehg life has just been Getting To Me lately (for a while) and its mildly frustrating how these comics are just Not doing it #like it would be pretty cool to tangibly show stuff. Yk? Like sure I can sort it all out in my brain #but that'll never amount to anything. Nothing gained lost or shared #which is fine if only I was fine with it #need a creative outlet to stick a fork into etc etc #just tired. #You Know This Would Make A Great Comic If I Could Pull It Off

[queenerdloser]

i started miss sc*rlet and the duke bc i enjoy period mysteries but uh the third ep might have ruined me for it. i mean, even leaving aside the annoying plotline of having the antagonist of the week be a militant feminist activist (yeah we’ve never seen THAT before wow so original) i’m finding it really really hard to continue liking their male lead after he laughs and agrees with and smirks at every sexist comment made by every single goddamn man in this entire episode. (what the fuck!!!!!) especially since there’s just like. what feels like very little response from our female lead about his behavior???? 

and we come through the plot about women’s rights to find eliza... backing down on making a stand for the respect she deserves??? on every suffragette being portrayed as crazy or stuffy??????? on the sympathetic male lead telling our female lead over and over she’s naive and shouldn’t be a detective and literally taking control of who she talks to because he “knows better” than her. i’m losing it. i cringe’d my way through the entire thing bc i was sure there HAD to be a moment where they would turn it around and plow their way out of the microaggressions and blatant sexism taken at face value with little more than like... a perfunctory clapback, when the show’s entire premise is about breaking boundaries with a female detective and yet!!!! and yet!!!!!! they never did!!!!! what the fuck!!!!!

#i've been leery of it bc honestly i dont know how i feel about eliza - her character feels wishy-washy 2 me #bc i dont know if the showrunners want her to be a badass or meek and naive???? #and it's honestly more frustrating than not to have to run everything 2 duke #and maybe that improves since it's still early season 1???? but yikes idk if i can like duke after that one #one guys says something like haha glad we shut down the feminists cant have women getting ideas!!! and he smirks and laughs????? #like he didnt have to be no 1 women supporter but i feel like they didnt have to make him super sexist either wtf????? #sorry i was just going to mildly complain and then i got more and more annoyed lmao #im hoping it's an early season problem and maybe it will turn itself around for me???? #so far the only really delightful part is moses which is another reason i didnt like this ep lmao #like the weird aggression and controlling aspect of that confrontation scene (and like... underlying racism????) was Bad #anyway all this to say is im going to keep watching but its on thin fucking ice lmao #maybe i expect too much from period mysteries after miss fischer huh

[chatonmagique]

My bf is very selective with what he wants ro hear. Anything that has a possibility of provoking conflict or criticism stresses him out to the point he flat out just won't respond. He can be so distant that I end up asking wether he still hears me with no answer to that either. All while still being able to consciously do activities on his phone. At that point it doesn't matter what I say. Sometimes it's less bad and he will respond to other more superficial and enjoyable topics (like pokemon or getting a hamster) But it makes me feel frustrated and lonely when that happens still. I know it's very likely related to trauma but I don't understand it very well and barely have any idea how to adapt to his (lack of) response. I guess when something makes me unfortable or annoyed I just have to point it out in the moment and just have to accept I won't always get an answer in hopes he has at least heard me. Because when I come back to a topic that bothers me later on and continue talking about it or asking him questions chances are high he only will hear half of it while I grow only more frustrated by the lack of respone.

#Tonights point of discussion was that he often makes me oncomfortable (like holding me back when I want to go put on my pajama's) #and struggle to get out of his grip because I just wanna keep going to be ready for bed and saying stop multiple times #This often happens with different things #I say I don't want something #or feel uncomfortable en he won't listen to me when I tell him to stop #I tell him it makes me feel like he doesn't respect me and values my needs/wishes and ask him what will make him listen to me better #then he just says when he is feeling comfortable first #But he feels uncomfortable and stressed out all the time and takes his frustration out on me and ways he might assume are harmless even #though he often accidentally hurts me because he gas bad muscle controle and is a little clumsy #Then my point of critique is I'm frustrated because his needs in his own discomfort are more inportant then mine and I feel like I don't #matter no matter how much he loves me #I don't feel cared about like that when he barely even wants to listen to me and stop when I ask #And then he seeks distraction on his phone #starts shaking and becomes distant and completely silent #I won't let it bother me as much because it happened so many times and I will only stress him out more when go on about it for much longer #So then I try to say things that come off more mildly and try to calm him down so we will be able to sleep #During the day this still happens but even more so at night which is the worst time to get frustrated about anything honestly #Gos I just really am tired and I'm gonna try to follow my own tips lmao #I'm not sure if I'm just too critical/dramatic and asking for too much #I should probably keep it very short and direct without being more negative then neccesary #while keeping assumptions at bay #personal #Jokes on the post underneath me with my example above #I didn't mean it that literal

[zemnarihah]

.

#dude i feel like fucking nauseous literally all the time lately? and i also have been more anxious which like idk is maybe related?? but th #other day i gagged on a pen. i had the end of it like between my front teeth it was NOT like far in my mouth or anything. it made me gag. #and i cant even brush my tongue when im brushing my teeth w/o gagging #i havent thrown up or anything but idk its just. i really hate it its so constant. #i dont think im sick bc its just been like this constant mild nausea and nothing else #its literally awful though like i urgh. its just thing where im constantly mildly aware of it and it wont go away its so incredibly #frustrating #and its making it hard to eat too which i know is um absolutely affecting the rest of my mood bc i have low energy from not eating enough #idk i just like. dont know what to do bc is that like a thing. like should i tell a doctor like heyyyy i feel kinda sick all the time. #idk i guess probably thats exactly what i should do. #uuuugghhh..... #i mean i guess ill wait a little bit. and see if it goes away.

[jinjeriffic]

DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 2

Part 1

Damian glared at the envelope. He and Father were in the process of analysing the letter for any signs of toxins, explosives or other traps. Obviously he wasn’t fool enough to open a missive from a questionable source without taking precautions. So far, all their scans had come up empty. Literally. The letter was defying all their attempts at chemical or spectroscopic testing, x-ray and magnetic resonance scans were inconclusive, it defied all properties of ordinary matter. It was frustrating. It was vexing. He was blaming magic.

For all intents and purposes, the letter looked like ordinary paper, with an ordinary wax seal, bearing the initials CW. The looping handwriting addressing it to Damian was precise and neat. Swiping the surface of the letter for chemical traces yielded no results. When Damian had tried to cut off a corner of the paper for analysis it had resisted all attempts, including a laser and a diamond headed cutting tool. Damian’s only satisfaction was that when Father had grunted and taken over the task from Damian, he had no more success than his son. As if Damian didn’t know how to perform the standard array of tests!

It certainly didn’t help that his siblings wouldn’t stop their incessant chattering!

“I’m just saying, ghosts wouldn’t be the weirdest thing we’ve encountered, Red. I’m not sure it would even make my personal Top 5.”

It seemed gossip among heroes travelled faster than the speed of light.

“Really, Nightwing? Ghosts? It’s far more likely to be a meta with something to hide. Or a few screws loose.” Damian could practically hear the eyeroll in Drake’s voice “And since when do ghosts act as glorified mailmen?”

“I don’t know Red, since when do aliens pretend to be Kansas farmboys? C’mon, we deal with magic users all the time!”

“And lets not forget people coming back from the dead” Red Hood interjected over the open comm line.

“Magic is just science we don’t understand yet. Any sufficiently analysed magic becomes indistinguishable from science!”

“B, a little help here?”

“Hn” Father straightened up from his position at the lab table “Oracle, any progress on clearing up the footage from Robin’s mask?”

Grayson threw up his hands with a frustrated huff while Drake smirked.

“The program is almost finished rendering. Whatever scrambler they used did a real number on the video quality. I’m surprised the audio is as clear as it is.” Oracle replied.

“Hn. And the isotope tracer on the money?”

“Sorry B, no hits on the local sensors. Wherever the guy went it’s either outside Gotham or shielded somehow.” she said, mildly frustrated.

“Maybe it’s ghost magiiiiic” Drake sing-songed. Grayson lightly cuffed the back of his head, to which the former Robin responded with a firm shove. Their interaction quickly devolved into a childish tussle.

Damian gave an annoyed huff. “Don’t you two imbeciles have anything better to do?”

“Aww, we’re just here to look out for our baby brother!” Nightwing teased.

“Yeah, we gotta make sure your ghost encounter didn’t leave any lasting psychological damage!” Red Robin added.

Before Damian could retaliate for their needling, Oracle chimed in. “Uh, guys? You’re going to want to see this. Most of the footage was corrupted beyond repair, but I was able to pull some partial stills and, well…” she threw a handful of pictures up on the screen. There was artifacting marring them, but parts of the stranger were visible in each of them. Oracle magnified one that had a pretty good view of his face.

“Holy shit” Drake whispered.

Damian frowned. “What?”

“Dami, he looks like you. Just… older.” Grayson said softly.

“What are you talking about?” Damian snapped.

“Disregard the pale colouring for a second. The nose, the chin… he looks like you if you had a growth spurt,” Drake wrinkled his nose “and went through puberty.”

The commlines erupted into chaos. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Spoiler exclaimed “are you telling me there’s an older version of Robin running around Gotham?!”

“Copy?” Batgirl inquired.

“Don’t tell me Talia cooked up Demon Brat 2.0!”

“Given that he looks older it’s more likely version 0.1 if anything,” Drake snarked, “though there’s the possibility of artificially accelerated growth rates…”

Damian had had enough. “Tt. You are ignoring the obvious - if this is some kind of supernatural entity it likely copied aspects of my appearance in an attempt to engender feelings of familiarity.” he said haughtily, pushing down the uncomfortable churning in his stomach. There was no way Mother would replace him with a cheap copy. She couldn’t! “Besides, the creature has obvious powers and neither of my bloodlines has any trace of the meta gene.”

“That’s ignoring the ghostly elephant in the room.” Grayson chimed in, “Maybe it’s a dead ancestor?”

Drake gave their older brother an annoyed look “Even a time travelling descendant from the future is more likely than that. And delivering a ‘prophecy’ to boot?”

Oracle pulled up an aged up picture of Damian next to the stranger’s, highlighting several reference points. “On closer inspection, there’s a couple of discrepancies. The cheekbones for one - Robin definitely takes after his mother, while our mystery meta looks more like… well… Robin’s grandmother on the paternal side.” she finished hesitantly. “B?”

They turned to look at Batman, who had remained silent during the whole exchange. If they hadn’t known him so well they would have thought him unaffected, but the tightening around his mouth betrayed his agitation.

“There’s no use in pointless speculation until we have more data to work from,” he growled, “Oracle, look for any reports of a meta matching the target. Since our regular methods have failed to yield results, I will contact the JLD about running tests on the letter.” He turned to Drake, “Red Robin, see what you can find on recent League activities. If this is another scheme by Ra’s or Talia we need to know about it.”

“The last thing we need is more demon spawn running around!” Red Hood groaned over the comms.

Damian was furious. This was absurd! To even indulge the possibility that that creature was in any way related to him was making him feel like he had swallowed battery acid. He was the Demon’s Heir! He was not replaceable! There was only one thing to do.

“Robin? Stop!”

He ignored his Father’s shout. He stomped over to the lab table, snatched up the envelope and broke the seal.

Nothing happened.

He unfolded the paper and saw the same handwriting that had been on the outside.

Brother of blood, brother of soul

Never buried but already mourned

In lightning and ice the scorned child returned

To strike down the Demon’s Head

With all that Death earned

Damian’s hand shook. He reread the lines over and over again, refusing to comprehend. He could feel his Father standing behind him, scrutinising the letter as well.

“Son…”

Suddenly, the paper burst into green flames, going up into smoke that dissipated unnaturally quickly.

Silence reigned for a few moments. Then…

“Well that was needlessly melodramatic” Nightwing remarked.

Part 3

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #dc domics #batfamily #no beta we die like danny phantom #prophecy universe #the one where clockwork uses prophecies to mess things up (and set things right) #fanfic #congrats bruce it's a boy #clockwork loves melodrama

[fangswbenefits]

Appreciation

Summary: Miguel catches you staring at a very specific part of his body…

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

That 🎂 needs more appreciation! Mildly suggestive. Innuendo. Just having some fun. Inspired by this amazing fanart!

“You’re drooling.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

You gave Jessica Drew a side-glance. “Peter, tell her I’m not drooling.”

“You’re drooling.”

Resting your chin in the palm of your hand, you heaved a sigh.

Miguel O’Hara had his back turned to you, and you just couldn’t tear your eyes from his glorious ass.

It should be illegal to wear something so tight around it, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Do you need some tissues just in case in?” Jess leaned in with a devious smile.

You growled in annoyance drumming your fingers on the table, which was enough to catch his attention. He turned around, facing away from the orange screens floating around his platform.

“Can you pay attention?” he asked, hands on his hips and crimson eyes narrowing.

The three of you nodded instantly and you straightened in your seat, inwardly mourning the loss of visual contact with his backside.

Peter was the next one to sigh, and Miguel scowled. “It’s important we go through these procedures. The fate—”

“—of the multiverse is important,” Peter then yawned from beside you. “Yeah. We know, we know.”

You giggled and saw Miguel scowling. “Leave. Go get ready for your reconnaissance mission, then.”

Jess and Peter didn’t need to be told twice and rose to their feet, heading towards the exit.

You were about to follow suit when Miguel’s voice was heard, “Not you.

Oh?

“You stay.”

Peter turned briefly and mouthed a ‘good luck’ before exiting, the door sliding shut behind them.

But what he didn’t know was that you had just struck gold.

You cheered inwardly, barely able to contain your excitement, as you sat on the table behind you, dangling your legs playfully.

Miguel paced slowly in your direction, face as serious as usual.

When he stopped right in front of you, you parted your legs, waiting for him to settle in between, which he promptly did.

“You are so frustrating.”

“Hmm?” you rose an eyebrow playfully.

To an outsider, it might seem like he was beyond annoyed.

He always strived to look serious and intimidating.

But you knew better.

“You you were supposed to be paying attention to what I was saying,” he whispered.

“In my defense, it was staring at me first,” you rose both hands in defense. “Not my fault.”

His eyes fell to your lips. “Ah. So you were staring.”

“Your ass is magnificent, Miguel,” you said with a click of your tongue. “What do you expect me to do?”

“Be more professional.”

You scoffed. “Says the man wearing a suit so tight we can see every single line of muscle.”

He chuckled and you did the same, enjoying the sound of his carefree voice.

“Can I touch it…” you asked with a devious smile.

He answered by grabbing both of your hands and setting them on his hips. “You don’t have to ask.”

You let your fingers trail down slowly behind him, grazing the material of his digital suit. Once you moved past the generous curve of his ass, you gave each cheek a gentle squeeze.

Everything was firm and in place, and you couldn’t stop yourself from massaging him with the palms of your hands.

“Does your suit need to be this tight?” you asked.

He slid the back of his index finger from your neck to rest under your chin, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “Aerodynamics.”

“You’re such a tease,” you mumbled.

He craned his neck to match your height. “Me?”

The pads of your fingers traced patterns along his taut muscles, and you were reminded of how lucky you were to have this all to yourself.

“I need your workout routine.”

He leaned in even closer. “I’ll show it to you, then.”

You hummed, his lips almost touching yours. “And is it hard?”

The pun didn’t go amiss and Miguel chuckled softly. “Depends on the position.”

“And then I get to have such an amazing ass?” you asked, squeezing him again with both hands.

His warm breath fanned your skin. “You do.”

You then narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re not scamming me, are you?”

Miguel’s lips grazed yours. “Scamming?”

Giving both his cheeks a few more squeezes, you straightened up.

“You sound like those shady fitness gurus from Earth-1610,” you feigned seriousness in your voice.

He surprised you by planting a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I would never scam you.”

Then another kiss.

“What you see is what you get.”

Your fingers curled harder this time into his hard muscle, drawing his lower half closer. “That sounded so shad-”

Miguel interrupted you with a kiss, bringing both hands to cup your face, rubbing his thumbs along your cheeks.

You melted into his touch, smiling but not breaking the kiss.

He was so easy to love.

Eventually, he managed to tear himself away with a genuine teasing smile. “Was that shady?”

You patted both of his cheeks lightly, enjoying the slapping sound. “I may need more convincing.”

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