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mermaidsirennikita · 1 month

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hello hello, this is one of the most requested asks on Reddit and the like, so I'm sorry if it's already been asked here as well but can you recommend any good grovels??

Unfortunately I'm the most picky reader when it comes to grovels cuz the ones that I got just -mostly- suck :/ like I generally liked Lady Isabella's scandalous marriage (and the entire Mackenzie series, thankyouthankyouthankyou lives were changed <3) but it still suffers from the main grovel problem, the groveling by seducing her back into the sack ://

So the -often-MMC cheated on the FMC/killed her child and/or parent/ caused her miscarriage/ kicked her puppy or whatever and when he eventually decides to get his shit together, his only plan is to seduce the girl back to his bed??? Like?? Sir the passion was never the problem?? Some grand gesture in or out of the bedroom is not the answer here??!!

I'd just love it if just for once the MMC begged for ten minutes of the heart broken fmc's time to just genuinely apologize and gets a chance to show her he's truly sorry and really a shell of a man without her(👌🏻) and than they slowly, tentatively start building their relationship a new...

^^the reason why this example is so specific is because it's from a beloved darklina fic lmao

Anyway that's the ask and I'm sorry it got so long and straight up turned into a rant by the end -_-

❤👋🏻❤

Hmm, so where I may struggle with this is that I actually like a situation wherein the hero is trying to seduce her back or grand-gesture-ing, lol. Not ALWAYS, but when it's done well (Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage does it well, imo) it works for me, and here's why:

a) I actually think it's super human to try to get someone you love who's separated from you back with like... sex? If sex was a big part of the good aspects of your relationship, that is, which it usually is for romance novel couples. Now, do you have to do more? For sure. But I think the impulse to start with where you KNOW you're good is so realistic. And I don't even necessarily think it's always a bad thing, YMMV, but it is bad if you stop there. Which leads to...

b) A lot of the time, the key lies in the fact that the sex is the first thing pursued but it's not enough. To reference LISM again, Mac and Isabella get sexual pretty quickly. HOWEVER, that's not what brings them back together for good, and his thinking that he can sweep her off her feet and it'll be fine is flawed. They do have to confront what happened that drove them apart (his immature behavior, etc--the miscarriage and his inability to support her through the grief was really just the final straw) and find a way to move forward.

The Day of The Duchess by Sarah MacLean is another example, to me--it does begin as "I'll just sweep her off her feet/into bed", and going back to bed together does happen first (to an extent) because it is EASIER on both parts. If you're the hurt party, it's way easier to say "okay just give me orgasms" than to have a hard conversation. Orgasms feel good, hard conversations suck. So to me, even if I'm writing it? A lot of the time, having them fuck first makes more sense, because it's like... You are giving the reader something fun AND setting up the later acknowledgment/realization that it's just a band-aid and it's not enough.

c) One thing lends itself to a faster pace, the other lends itself to a slower pace. Now Iiiiii as a reader tend to prefer a faster pace? And I think that fic lends itself more easily to a slower pace, tbh, because books are written with a certain structure and word count in mind a lot of the time (and when they aren't, they often end up being verrrrry flabby, something that fics can be too, but it's more noticeable with a book because it's consumed all at once whereas fic is more broken up/serialized).

Basically: if I'm writing a book and I want the plot to move along, a grand gesture in or out of bed is going to move it along more than a conversation will. And I feel the same way when I read a book. So when I look at my shelf of grovels, a loooot of them fit the "start with sex/grand gesture" thing, even if there's work that has to be done after?

I'd try:

Act Your Age by Eve Dangerfield. This comes to mind because I consider it a softer grovel, and it feels more realistic in some ways and rooted in them spending actual time apart. I think that part of why this works is because their relationship is purely sexual in the beginning, so she needs the distance.

The Master by Kresley Cole. Again, a book that begins with a very sexual relationship, and his gestures are more in supporting her from afar. But I wouldn't say it's a slow rebuild after that.

Give Me More by Sara Cate. This is again one where it's kinda less of a grovel and more of (one of) the heroes realizing he needs to go work on himself to be better for his partners and coming back after taking the time?

Glitterland by Alexis Hall. This is definitely a verbal grovel, not a huge grand gesture or seduction. It's probably the clooooosest I've got lol, there's a lovely speech towards the end, but you don't see a lot of the rebuild on the page because it is again towards the end.

The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe. He does a gesture grovel and they fuck a lot, but it's not *enough* which leads to him then having to do the work. But it's still a gesture to be fair lol

I wish I could offer something more strictly along the lines of what you're looking for! I'm just more of a "make him rip his own heart out and leave it on the table and/or eat her out until he grows gills" reader. It's the drama lover in me. You're not wrong to want what you want, to be clear! My instincts just swing to something different.

#romance novel blogging #book recs #romance novels #i do have grovels with pleading it's just usually with a gesture and also sex lol

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lavender-phannie · 4 months

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I SEE PEOPLE sharing how they got into the dip and pip phandom and I want to participate

I was first and foremost a pinterest girlie. The typical oh my parents won't let me have any form of social media except pinterest oh oh no boy little did they know all the internet shenanigans ends up there it's objectively the best place to "culture" yourself or "acclimatise" for the internet or something

Like, really, it's all content from all the apps compiled for YOU according to the humour YOU like it's amazing

Anyways going off topic .. I have intense FOMO so I obviously started to educate myself on all things internet

One day whilst idly browsing pinterest I happened on pictures of dnp from a tumblr post I don't remember what the post itself was but probably something phan but I didn't know that at the time and I immediately went and checked who they were because I must know and google said they're two British youtubers people ship together and I said okay cool and just left it at that

A month or two later they happened onto my pinterest again and my brain said hey you've had a pretty well curated for you page all things we like so maybe check em out see how it goes probably something we like so I said ok bet and I did and I watched a video of them I think pinof 4 and I was like okay these guys are super random they're funny but I don't get half the things they reference

But then the youtube gods saw my destiny and said this is your fate child and starting recommending it to me all the time

So I gave in and I watched them and they were amazing, healing and wonderful and they really really helped me

Especially like BIG and dans monologue about gender and sexuality really resonated with me cause I didn't really think about this before but I realised I actually agreed with him that gender is baseless but that rant is for another time

And phil, loveliest dearest funniest phil, whenever I was having a hard time he'd been there cheering me up

If you can't tell I joined the phandom in the cursed covid years I was here for the 2022 phivorce which was objectively hilarious

I know this is incredibly long. Longer than necessary but I've typed it all now and words must not be gone to waste so here you are and here we are

Sending best wishes during these trying times (2 weeks since last upload) (they deserve the break) (I'm clawing at the walls of my enclosure)

Anon i am also going insane and clawing at my walls idk how i survived a 5 year hiatus and the insanity of phannies seeing dan's foot in a video and calling it "joint content" (also don't worry about stuff being long i love reading it!!)

Kinda relate with the pinterst thing except for me it was instagram and i followed dnp accounts that posted stuff from other social media i wasnt allowed to have at the time... people underestimate the importance of instagram and pinterest when it comes to getting people into new fandoms hahah (although i was introduced to dnp through friends but you know what i mean right??)

anyway same same about phil being there to cheer me up when im having a rough time... in 2017 i had a huge dip in my mental health and i literally just watched phil's videos every night to get to sleep lol! I wonder if he knows how infectious his positive energy is?

WHERE WAS I GOING WITH THIS RAMBLE!? anyway yeah throwing my jumble of thoughts at u anon sorry

#dan and phil #asks

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foolish-fitz · 1 year

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rain wild chronicles thoughts (mostly negative ones)

warning for me being a hater - if you liked this series, I'm happy for you!!! feel free to click away from this criticism with the knowledge that it's okay to like and dislike different things.

that being said, this was by far my least favorite Hobb series. there are some things I really liked, but I feel overwhelmingly "meh" about this series. it feels like there's a lot of missed potential and it's a significant dip in quality from what I know Hobb can do.

I think this review is best formatted with a list of things I liked, and things I didn't.

things I liked:

I really enjoyed and related to aspects of Thymara's arc. her struggles with the model minority idea was super interesting, and her issues with sexuality hit home for me in a weird (but good) way.

the Rain Wilds :) they are so cool! tree cities yes please!!!

Malta in book 3. this deserves another post and I've already ranted about it on Discord, but I'm continually amazed by Hobb's skill in developing characters. we pick up with Malta after a significant time gap, and she is clearly different, but it's so clearly still her and she's been informed by everything that's happened to her and it's just amazing.

also the scene where she gives birth to Phron and kills the Chalcedean. good for her. it was extremely disturbing to me but also extremely badass

also her relationship with Reyn is very sweet

the Hest/Sedric flashbacks to the start of their relationship

learning more about the ancient Elderlings and their city was cool

things I disliked:

Malta in book 4. "but Eve you just talked about how much you love her" yes but she got fucking boring in book 4 ok. she did nothing.

this actually hits on a bigger issue with RWC to me, which is that none of the characters really had a character arc worthy of four books. most of them had a pretty simple thing (in terms of story) to overcome - ie Sedric and Alise realizing Hest was a horrible abuser and finding self-worth without him, Thymara embracing her sexuality and choosing a partner, etc - but once they did that, or if the story wasn't allowing them to make progress at that point, their arcs just kind of... stopped. which could have been workable, except Hobb was committed to giving characters POVs even if nothing interesting was happening with them.

this is my main frustration with Alise - it feels like her arc pretty much ends when she has sex with Leftrin. yeah there's the stuff about being a scholar and accepted into the Elderling community, but it's boring and not impactful to me and doesn't feel satisfying. but even when she's a very static character, she still has POVs, and they're repetitive and boring.

WHY HAS PARAGON BEEN ENTRUSTED WITH ANOTHER CHILD. WHAT THE FUCK. this better get addressed in F&tF or I riot. (no spoilers please)

WHY DID WE NOT GET ALTHEA AND BRASHEN'S KID'S NAME. i have been waiting for so long!! (again, no spoilers)

Selden's arc ends with him being dragon pilled again!! whyyyy. it could be interesting if it was showing the futility of trying to build a life without the dragons, and how he's destined to be a slave to them and that's tragic, but nope! he's just a happy minstrel again! yay /sarcasm

the dragon and Elderling plot in general kind of went nowhere... it was cool to see the Elderling development but the books ended without most of the dragons changing in any significant ways, and the new Elderling society really wasn't explored to the extent I was expecting.

THE WAR AGAINST CHALCED IS LIKE FOUR FUCKING PAGES LONG. it's one battle and the resolution isn't even on screen!!!!!! the narration of the dragons flying to Chalced is longer than the ENTIRE WAR WITH CHALCED. girl.

I could go on but I don't want to.

TLDR: I was really disappointed in RWC. I thought the characters were pretty shallow and boring and didn't deserve four books of POVs, the plot was... fine but not exciting, and the resolution was rushed and not impactful.

#realm of the elderlings #eve reads rote #robin hobb #rain wild chronicles #just found this in my drafts and thought I'd post it

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birlwrites · 2 years

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Fjsbsj okay okay, so!! I hope this helps with the motivation!! Maybe you could ramble to us about james and regulus's dislike towards eachother in ttdl and how deep that goes on each side, and how that changes the way they interact with and percieve eachother? I find it very interesting!

Also: how many asks do you recommend we send? So we don't go overboard and send way more than the assignments you have to get done afjshs

I hope everything goes well for you!

okay formatting all of my references was super obnoxious so i've decided i have earned a rambly tumblr post as a result afhsghsjhjj - as i said in an earlier post, i have like 7 big things i need to do and 3 small things i need to do, but you can send as many asks as you want - worst case scenario, i might end up not answering them right away so i can use them as motivation to do future assignments

JAMES AND REGULUS! the most important thing to consider about their opinions of each other is that they've never really spoken. james's information on regulus comes from either sirius or quidditch, and regulus's information on james mostly comes from seeing him and sirius around hogwarts (plus quidditch). they've INTERACTED, in situations like slughorn's dinner party fairly early on, but they've never actually had a one-on-one conversation and they avoid each other like the plague in order to keep it that way

this post got long so i'm putting the rest of it under the cut

i'm going to start with james because his thoughts/feelings towards regulus are simpler, in a way: james thinks of it as being practically his duty as sirius's best friend to hate regulus. he's heard ALL of sirius's ranting over the years, and he's guessed that regulus didn't try to intervene when sirius was disowned - yes sirius is better off now that he's with james but it's the PRINCIPLE OF THE THING.

he's very firmly sold on the idea that regulus does not deserve a brother like sirius and he's more than a little relieved that regulus kind of vanished into the dungeons as sirius's relationship with the blacks got worse - at least sirius wouldn't have to see him

that being said, i've hinted at this before, but i'm just going to go ahead and say it outright: james uses his invisibility cloak to spy on other houses' quidditch practices (especially slytherin's), and he saw that sort-of-argument between regulus (sirius's ex-brother, Does Not Deserve Him) and amycus carrow (Just Totally Fucking Sucks) at the very beginning of the term

james could not hear the actual words of the argument and had no idea what was being said but nonetheless found himself reluctantly siding with regulus. at least they can agree on antagonizing the carrows. if that is even what was happening

all of this being said, james has never gone after regulus the same way he's gone after other slytherins he doesn't like, because he's guessed from all the ranting that sirius is still very invested in regulus's life and as a result regulus is just way too dangerous of a target. he mostly leaves james alone so james is pretty much content to leave him alone and relegate him to the dungeons where he BELONGS

okay now on to regulus! regulus at the age of 11 or so blamed james for absolutely everything that he felt was wrong in his family - james enticed sirius into gryffindor and introduced him to terrible people and replaced regulus as sirius's best friend and, you know, little unimportant things like that.

over the years, regulus began to look at his family with a more critical eye (thank you barty for your service), but he never really overtly ADMITTED that it wasn't totally james's fault that things went south for sirius and regulus - more that he just shifted focus to hating james for being obnoxious and a usurper and an only child who can't just go and STEAL REGULUS'S BROTHER LIKE THAT--so yeah regulus has not totally finished working through all of that

a lot of regulus's feelings toward james are basically add-ons to his feelings toward sirius, tbh - when he was younger, he fully blamed james for a lot of shit, but now (in regulus's head) that conflict is between regulus and sirius, and james is a painful, super fucking annoying reminder that sirius chose Not Regulus, that there is something about james that renders him superior to regulus in sirius's eyes, and that whatever it is, it is so powerful that sirius seems genuinely happy, even with regulus actively not speaking to him.

and then on another, very deeply buried level, regulus is sad about it because maybe he *was* (is?) a bad brother, and maybe he really isn't any better than the rest of their family, who dropped sirius like a hot potato as soon as he dug his heels in about supporting muggleborns. no matter regulus's politics, he dropped sirius too (and/or vice versa?????), and james didn't. so there's a lot of regret and guilt and envy and self-doubt that regulus is repressing super well!!!! he's doing a great job!!!!!!!!!

(and thus, regulus avoids james HARDCORE.)

TL;DR: regulus is incredibly bitter and james is righteously angry and they wouldn't actually murder each other but that's because regulus would get sad and not finish the job and james would avoid killing regulus because it would probably make sirius feel bad

#should i make an inbox tag #dark lord wip

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seungstarss · 2 years

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sei as one of the older kids on sfw enhablr (not saying ur old !! i’m just assuming bc 😭😭 it’s just that there’s a lot of minors (12-16) on here) how do you feel abt the current content for the maknae line? like ik it’s not always super sexualized or anything but sometimes i see stuff that’s just the way it’s worded really rubs me the wrong way ☹️ esp bc some of the kids on here are so young it makes me feel like if they see stuff like that , they might start think it’s okay for others to treat them the same or vice verse … whenever i see edits of niki on tiktok , i have to avoid the comments bc there’s almost always like a “daddy” , “how is he 16” or “you don’t know what you do to me” like wtf he’s a literal child ?? it makes me so mad and honestly so uncomfortable :( and i saw an article on kboo today too that said niki apparently has around 200 explicit or mature fics written abt him on ao3 … sometimes even the fboi trope (usually when it’s written abt minors) bothers me bc i see minors writing abt it (like 13-15 y/o) and i don’t understand why they don’t just use the term player or smtg … bc they’ll go out of their way to mention how the character has sex a lot an whatnot , even that feels way too suggestive for me personally for a minor too write let alone abt a minor too , (i’m usually okay with the trope & will read it though if it’s abt the hyung line or written by someone legal but otherwise it just feels kind of unnecessary like i saw a fboi au for hyung line recently that was written by a minor i think 13/14 y/o & they mentioned how the characters would have s*x a lot of talk about it often as like to fit the trope but it felt strange to me)

sorry for the rant,, i was just wondering how you felt … omg also though tbh i noticed that some of the minors on here / blogs in gen seem way too comfy on here like they’ll be sharing where they live , their actual names and sometimes like giving a lot of personal info … like did they not learn abt internet safety or do they just no care? as one of the older kids , i kind of worry abt them :( i really hope everybody stays safe on here <3 & some reminders: never be afraid to block anyone ! bc i’ve seen a lot of minors on here get sent stuff from the p*rn bots or just weird dms :( & u don’t need to force yourself to interact with someone , make sure ur comfy with them first !

Hi nonnie, I've seen this ask floating around a lot and I agree with everything people have said so I'll try to not make this too long

First, I'm actually not too sure abt the current context of the maknae line as I don't actually interact or go out of my way to actively read stuff. And that is because it feels weird reading something abt someone who's younger or around the same age as me. So that is why it IRKS me to even think abt the possibility that people are sexualizing the maknae line. It's absolutely disgusting. I don't have tik tok but I've heard some stuff from a few moots and that's so fuck horrible. To think that people don't understand that it's wrong to sexualize minors is just jarring??? Like I'd like to think it's basic knowledge but damn. But yes I agree that the Fandom is super young and they might feel comfy calling ex. Riki smth like "daddy" (as u mentioned in the tik tok part) EVEN THO ITS SO FUCKING WRONG. I feel like they think that bc they're younger than him, they think it's okay to call him that. BUT ITS NOT. THEY HAVE TO REALIZE THAT HE IS VERY MUCH STILL UNDERAGE AND ITS INAPPROPRIATE AND DISTURBING. And also regarding the "I can’t believe he's only 16" comments seem like they're from people older than him???? Which just makes it worse too??? Like TF YOU SHOULD KNOW THAF THIS IS WRONG? Atp I'm not sure what to even do anymore.... it's just disgusting.

Abt the fboy trope.... UMMMM WHAT NOW???? THATS NOT IT?? writing abt a minor who quote on quote has "sex a lot?" THAT ALREADY SCREAMS RED FLAG. like what the fuck do u realize that's already sexualizing a minor omg. And abt young kids writing suggestive things abt the hyungline also rubs me the wrong way....

Abt the safety thing,,,, tbh I agree but if I critique them I'd feel a lil too hypocritical bc when I was younger I also had socials when I wasn't supposed to. But it's a whole other issue abt putting all ur info out there. People should really take in mind their internet safety and not display everything abt themselves online. It is quite worrying.... and dw abt the blocking thing. I forsake block whoever I feel uncomfortable around :") and I hope others do the same.

Oops I said I would keep this short but if it really ain't short 😭😭🤚🏼 sorry nonnie

#anonymous ☎️ voicemail ✦#idk if the first paragraph even made sense but what im trying to say is that it disgusts me that there is such explict confent on minors #i feel like it should be basic knowledge but it looks like more people need to be educated on stuff like this

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milkytheholy1 · 3 years

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Ready or Rock?

A/N: I finally did it! I finally wrote a ROTTMNT fic! It's gender neutral and platonic, but a fic no less. I really hope you enjoy and I'm sorry so it's taken me this long to write another turtle fic.

Tmnt masterlist. Ultimate masterlist. AL series

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"Ughh, I can't believe I missed it!" you groaned into your hands, falling back into the comfort of your bedding, the large fabric cushioning your harsh fall. Your bedroom was quiet for a few moments, the other patrons to the conversation withdrawn in thought, odd for them really. Running your palms down your face, you sat up to look at them, blinking as their eyes were already on you.

"What time did you say you had to be there again?" Leo asked, finger rubbing underneath his chin, clearly trying to display that he was thinking; although you doubt little was truly going on up there.

"Half nine, and now it's currently..." you trailed off, pulling your phone from your back pocket.

"10.45 pm, you're exactly one hour and fifteen minutes late." Donnie jumped in, moments before your screen blinked on and illuminated your face in a pale blue light.

Your shoulders slumped, unsteady smile forming back into a frown. You had planned to see this concert for months now, your favourite band were going to grace the stage and you'd be in the crowd singing and dancing along. Yet, that didn't happen. Instead, you spent your night helping the boys track down Meatsweats, stopping him from doing god knows what.

It was only meant to take an hour or so, you'd have plenty of time to still get ready for the concert. Hell, you'd probably get there before the warm-up band even got on stage!

But you didn't. You missed the entire thing and returned to your darkened room sulking like a child. The brothers apologised profusely, well mainly Raph and Mikey, both equally upset that you missed the whole concert experience.

"Maybe we could go out for pizza? I know it wouldn't be the same as going to a super fun concert, getting to see your favourite band of all time and possibly meet them, make new friends that share the same interests as you, possibly falling in love with one of those friends then getting married to the same song they played at the concert, then you'll grow old together and always remember the first time you met. But- erm, where was I going with this again?" Mikey hummed, getting completely lost in thought.

Raph pulled him away from you, stepping forward to offer his own advice and apology, "Is there anything we can do to help, it was sorta our fault you didn't get to go." His offer was nice, the sentiment behind it screaming friendship, but what could they do? It's not like they could travel back in time, although with Donnie's tech, who knew?

"No, it's okay." you huffed out, now moving around the room getting ready for bed. The boys, including Donnie, all looked somewhat in a state of denial and guilt. How could they have let this happen, and to you no less?

They left with a sombre goodbye, not wanting to dull the mood any longer with their puppy dog eyes. The moment your window was closed, curtains drawn and lights off, they hopped to the rooftops and began to mutter and rant about a plan.

"C'mon guys, we gotta do something!" Leo moaned, face serious for once in his life. Raph stood beside his younger brother, arm clasped around his shoulder as he faced Mikey and Donnie, "Leo's right, we gotta do somethin' for (Y/N), but what?"

"Ooh, we could throw them a super cool party, catering by yours truly. Yeah! We can have cake and pizza, ooh and I've been dying to try out this new recipe for this apple crumble I saw online!" Mikey keened, fists bunched up against his cheeks in excitement.

"Rain it back a little, Micheal. What we need is to recreate the concert. We take the DNA of the band members while they're asleep, put them in a patterned designed clone maker and presto! Same concert, slightly genetically modified band members!" Donnie stared at his brothers with eager eyes, clearly he's had the idea of cloning on his mind for a while.

The three remaining turtles stared at him with fear, "You have a cloning machine? Isn't that, like, unethical?" Leo prodded. Donnie shook his head, his posture straightened, knees no longer bent in a crab-like crouch.

"Cloning machine? I never said I had a cloning machine, and I'd like to state for the record that I have not and will not clone you or any of our friends. I-I don't even have any of your DNA, but, uh, don't go looking in my lab, especially behind the purple curtain." he hurried out, frantic, sweat beading down his forehead.

Ignoring that completely, Raph clicked his fingers when he had his lightbulb moment, "That's it, I got it!" he keened, the others crowding around him, "We make our own concert, sure it won't be as good as whatever band was playin' but it's still a concert with friends!"

"You know, you might be onto something, Raph." Donnie agreed, nodding his head while a finger rubbed his chin in deep thought. Leo stepped forward, sceptical, "But how are we meant to play in a concert with...this whole situation." he motioned to his whole body.

"Ooh, we can go in disguise! Fancy costumes, sequences-" Mikey squealed, "Ah yes, the perfect opportunity to try my silk suit." Donnie beamed, ignoring the snickers coming from his brothers, "What? I'm not ashamed of it, I like the way it feels."

"Okay, so we're in agreement, high three everyone!" Raph cheered, slapping his hand into the middle of the group, the others following suit until there was a small pile. On the count of three, they threw their hands into the air, cheers erupting from them, "HOT SOUP!"

The boys had settled on the local park to host their nightly activities, in the dead of night building their small stage to entertain. Mikey continued to bash the hammer head against the nail, not noticing the way the nail bent out of place, wiping a hand against his sweaty head he sighed, "Ugh, this is taking too long."

Raph poked his head up from the piles of wood he was stuck under, strips of ducktape covering parts of his body, "Maybe we should do a construction montage to pass the time?" he proposed, wincing when Leo peeled a bit of tape off of his arm.

"Eh, it couldn't hurt."

*One building montage later*

"Well that was easy," Donnie stated, his jetpack reverting back into his battleshell as he gracefully landed on the grass, "Phew," Raph sweated, the hammer in his hand dull, "We sure did accomplish a lot during that montage."

"And when those frog guys came by too, ugh, I'm so glad we didn't miss it." Leo praised, Mikey hummed in agreement, "It was the greatest moment of my life." he wiped an incoming tear from his eye. Leo stood with his hands on his hips, admiring the stage in all its beauty, "We should do more stuff in montages."

"Agreed," the brothers chorused.

"Okay guys, now all we need to do is call (Y/N) down here and give 'em the show of their life!" Raph cheered, jumping in the air with a raised fist, "Wait, so we're not doing a dress rehearsal, sigh, this is so amateur." Donnie huffed out, arms folded over his chest in mock annoyance.

You scrunched your face further into your pillow as your phone continued to violently vibrate on the bedside table, its bright pale light still coating most of your room even when it was face-down. You continued to toss and turn in bed, just begging to be knocked unconscious instead of answering the damn thing; besides, who calls people at this sorta time.

On the final ring you had felt like you had lost your mind, whipping up into a sitting position and using your claw stretched hand to grab the device. You squinted your eyes at the bright screen, feeling them burn with its intensity. What you thought were calls were actually text messages and a lot of them at that, all from the same turtle.

Neon Leon: (Y/N), open ur curtains.

Neon Leon: I'm outside.

Neon Leon: If u don't come 2 ur window rn I'm gonna throw myself through it.

Neon Leo: If u don't answer I'm gonna spam u.

Neon Leon: (YYYYYY/NNNNNN).

Neon Leon: (YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNN).

Neon Leon: R u asleep?

Throwing open the curtains, you startled the poor boy, his form leaping back arms swaying frantically in an attempt to keep balanced. You grimaced at him, begrudgingly opening your window only for him to cut you off, "You're a heavy sleeper, y'know that?" his hand clamped around your wrist, barely giving you time to process what was going on. He dragged you out from the window, pulling you into his arms as he sprinted across the rooftops with you yelling at him, but in a harsh whisper as to not disturb the whole population of New York.

You had figured he'd taken you to the park, for who knows what. The trees hid you from curious eyes, but the slightly damp grass still reminded you that it was late, too late, to be out and about. Leo had placed you down gently, facing you with eager eyes, "Sit still and wait here, okay?" you nodded your head, you may as well go along since he took the effort to drag you here in the first place.

With a lively smile, he ducked off into the shadows of the twilight, completely gone from your sight of view. The next minute a spotlight pounced from nowhere, illuminating a curtain, which looked more like a bunch of blankets and sheets stitched together. They slowly drew apart, colourful bulbs blinking wildly on the stage, a sort of strobe light whirling around.

It found you hidden in the dark, pointing directly at you long enough where it got to the point that you had to cover your eyes before you went blind.

"We'd like to thank you for joining us, folks! We know it was quite sudden, but we can't wait to perform for ya tonight! Mikey?" Raph introduced, stepping onto the stage in a red suit, a black wig sliding off of his head.

Mikey sprung onto the stage, a boombox on his shoulder, his clothes melting off of him, "WE'RE THE MAD DOGZ!" he yelled out, pressing a button on the device, a thick drum beat blasting out. Leo skidded onto the stage on his knees, tongue sticking out as his fingers glided over the electric guitar in his hands. Meanwhile, Donnie had emerged from underneath the stage, smoke covering his entrance, a keyboard in front of him.

Your jaw dropped to the ground, did the guys seriously put this whole thing together just for you? Looking around you observed that you were the only person there, so they must have.

Although the more you listened the more it sounded like jumbled up garbage, each brother clearly delving into their own musical interests. Leo was dancing around as though he was a part of a Queen concert, Donnie was covered in techno lights and bopping his head like Daft Punk, Mikey was staying low to the ground and on occasion jumping around like 2-Pac and Raph's deep voice rumbled through the stage's floorboards like Isaac Hayes.

But you tried your best to keep up with it, training your ears to deafen everyone else and focus on one of the brothers for a certain period of time then you'd switch to another, it was becoming a pretty handy system.

With the final strum of Leo's guitar and the beats from Mikey's boombox simmering down, the turtles stood upstage and bowed. You stood from the ground, having sat down halfway through the performance, you clapped your hands, cheering and cooing loudly. The turtles gladly took the applause, smiling wide and continuing their bows until the curtains fell shut on them.

They stepped down from the stage, landing, somewhat, gracefully and marching their way towards you. They were panting heavily, you weren't surprised after what all they just did, Donnie spoke first, pulling off the punk-inspired helmet, "So, did you enjoy it?"

You couldn't form a single word with your lips, choosing to instead nod your head rapidly, "I- It was so awesome! You guys are awesome!" you exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement. The boys all gave each other a soft smile, secretly proud of themselves for what they had accomplished.

"So way better than that boy band you wanted to see?" Leo mused, tilting his head to get a better angle of your glowing face, "Boy band who?" you teased back. Raph wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you into a group hug, your head snuggling against Mikey's before you pulled away.

"Ugh, you guys smell gross." you huffed, pinching your nose and taking timid steps away from them. Leo stretched obnoxiously, the smell becoming more intense, "Well when you happen to be New York's best band, it tends to work up a sweat."

"Were we loud, how loud were we, oh man, I bet we were pretty loud, huh?" Mikey asked, mouth going a mile a minute. You laughed with him, "You were, erm, definitely loud."

"Oh yeah, loud and proud baby!" Mikey cheered. Raph stood beside you, his back stumping down a little so he could meet your eyes, "Hey (Y/N), you ready to go home?"

"Actually..." you drew out, puppy-dog eyes widening, "Would you guys play me another song?" you nearly begged. The boys seemed surprised by this, but a welcomed one anyway, they essentially flew back to the stage. The music soared under the pale moonlight, half of New York awake because of the reverberating echoes bouncing between each wall. What a shame they were missing out on one of the best concerts in the world.

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geniusgub · 3 years

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sweatpants//spencer reid

genre: fluff

warnings: nothing really. sad spencer for about two seconds.

word count: 2.7k

i have plenty more one shots on my wattpad so let me know if any of you want to see more of this type of writing :) make sure to reblog and comment :))

i fell in love with spencer reid the moment i met him. i fell in love with absolutely everything about him. his smile lit up the little bookstore as his glasses drifted further and further down his nose, and his hair hung over his forehead in messy, unbrushed curls. from the first time we locked eyes after he got a book down from the top shelf for me, i envisioned our whole future together.

we saw each other casually after our first meeting despite how badly i wanted more. we quickly realized that we frequented the little bookstore at the same time on saturdays and we just began to "accidentally" run into each other over and over at the same exact day and time. of course, i made sure to be there every saturday for the next three months just for the chance of seeing him.

i finally got the balls to ask him out after the fifth month of these meetups. he seems surprised and he blushed, then tugged on his tie to loosen it around his neck. he accepted quickly and we went bowling the next week. we were both horrible and eventually asked to put the bumpers up because the amount of gutter balls we were throwing were astronomical. but that "first" date was the first time i noticed something very important about spencer reid.

he wears a variation of the same outfit every single day, no matter what he's doing.

sweater vests, button ups, slacks, ties, and converse. sometimes a cardigan. these items get mixed and matched everyday and sometimes don't match, but the chaos of his outfit colors just suits him. and it suits his penchant for wearing mismatched socks. but i continued to realize more and more about his wardrobe as we spent more time together.

if we went out: slacks, button up, tie, converse.

if we had dinner at his apartment: slacks, button up, sweater vest, tie, converse.

if we cuddle on the couch: pajamas.

there's no in-between with him and it took me a while to decide if i loved this or thought it was odd. i landed somewhere in the middle. he would sometimes start to squirm in the middle of dinner and go to change into pajamas to be more comfortable.

i never commented on this because i knew he liked the way he dressed and i didn't want him to think i hated it. he's already an insecure person, despite me loving him with my whole heart and soul, and i'd feel so horrible if i added onto that. so i would sit through the squirming and the tie-tugging and the quick unlacing of shoes after a long day of converse wearing. i grinned and gave him lots of kisses because i love him regardless of his fashion choices. or lack there of.

but spencer continues to grow and thankfully, i grow with him. i start a new job and spencer continues to thrive at the bau. i move into his apartment and he decides that this is the perfect time for a change. a new haircut. super short on the sides and long on the top. i nearly keeled when i saw how utterly handsome he was with his new haircut. i jumped his bones immediately.

but the sweater vests and same brown cardigan didn't quite hit the spot anymore. i would find spencer standing in front of the mirror before work, silently wondering if the black or brown cardigan would look better with his gray sweater vest. still, it was endearing but eventually it becomes too much.

i pass a department store everyday on my way home from work and it started to pique my interest. one day when i got off work early and knew spencer wouldn't be home, i stopped off. the store was huge and had a humongous selection of styles and brands to choose from. i knew i had to bring spencer.

when i told him i wanted to take him shopping, he tilted his head in confusion like an adorable puppy. "what do you need? new sweaters? it is almost winter and i know you got rid of most of your winter clothes when the summer came. did you—"

"no, honey," i laughed, silencing his confused, off-topic rant. "i'm taking you shopping. for you."

another head tilt. "for me? i don't need anything."

"i know you don't need anything," i clarified, running my hands through his freshly cut hair, "but i want to treat you. and besides, i think you've outgrown some of your wardrobe and it's time to get some new items."

so that leaves us now, walking hand in hand into the department store. he's holding me tighter than usual as i lead him to the men's section, but i don't complain. i know he gets nervous in public places and i have no problem with a bit of coddling.

"so, i was thinking," i say as i flip through a rack of undershirts, "you could get some new dress pants. maybe a pair of jeans. maybe some blazers or just suit jackets. that way your style can grow but you can also wear your trusty button ups and ties underneath."

spencer pouts. "i like it better when we shop for you."

i stifle a laugh as i find an appealing gray blazer and search for spencer's size. "and why's that, bub?"

"because then you get to pick out cute clothes and i can watch you try them on."

"well, this time, i'll get to watch you try them on," i wink and hand the blazer over to him. "hold that. please and thank you."

spencer huffs and drops my hand so he can hold the hanger of the blazer. i continue walking through the racks and in my peripherals, i can see spencer glancing around the store and at the racks surrounding us. he follows behind me like a lost puppy, the amount of items in his hands growing as i pass every rack.

"how would you feel about," i pick out a set of matching maroon pants and a maroon blazer, "this color?" i told it up to spencer's chest. he looks down at the garment and scrunches up his nose. "no? that's okay. i think navy's suit you better anyway. no pun intended."

"babe?" he wonders softly as i move over to a rack of ties. "why are you doing this?"

"doing what?" i pick up a tie that is blue with pink flamingoes on it and drape it over his shoulder.

"taking me shopping. wanting to redo my wardrobe or something."

"well," a new tie on his shoulder- a yellow base with blue whales, "you have had the same wardrobe since i met you, and that was many years ago. you've grown up, spencer. maybe some new clothes could reflect that."

i watch a pout come to his face and his shoulders deflate. "you don't like the way i dress?"

i pout right back at him, trying to not seem so mocking in my expression. "i love the way you dress. but i think it might be time to replace that same brown sweater vest you've had since college. that's what i'm talking about. we don't have to do this if you don't want. we can go home."

spencer thinks for a second. he adjusts his hold on the handful of blazers and trousers in his arms and takes another glance at them. "i'll give these a try."

the pride swells in my chest and nearly bursts out. it's no secret that spencer hates change. he would rather his life stays exactly the same all the time. meals, furniture arrangement, train schedule, his wardrobe. clearly, he would rather wear the same clothes for the rest of his life than branch out a bit. so him agreeing to do just that nearly makes me cry right in the middle of the department store.

we push on and spencer continues to trail behind me and hold the clothes i pick. once his knees are practically buckling under the weight of the chosen clothes, i agree to let him start part two. the fitting room.

he disappears into a room and i sit across from the door in a fluffy armchair that probably has more germs on it than a public bathroom. okay, maybe that's just dramatic. but it has enough germs that i'm sure spencer would refuse to sit here, or maybe even get grossed out that i'm sitting on it.

"uh," i hear my boyfriends voice from behind the door, "i think i did it."

i hold in my giggle. "you think?"

"i mean, i put together an outfit. don't know if it's any good. it's definitely not as good as the things you put together."

"just let me see."

the door pops open and my jaw nearly hits the floor. my spencer is standing there in navy slacks, a navy blazer, a vest, button up, and a tie. he looks exactly like i expected him too. my same loving, quiet, genius boyfriend but much older and mature. he looks phenomenal.

but spencer scrunches up his nose and turns on his toes to look in the full length mirror. "i feel like all of this is too busy. there's too much happening."

"no, baby, not at all," i come up behind him and slide my hands across his back and then around his waist. "it's such a good look on you. it's spencer reid but as an adult."

he furrows his eyebrows and looks at me through the mirror. "are you implying i dressed like a child before?"

"no, no, not at all," i nudge his waist and he spins back to me. "it's a perfect outfit. you put it together perfectly. the colors, the different pieces."

spencer's face lights up as he watches me adjust the lapel of his jacket. "really?"

"yes!" i smooth down the shoulders and then tug on the cuff links. "it's perfectly your style. you don't think so?"

"mm," he looks back down at his own body and shakes out his arms a little. "i guess it is. it's just...different."

"it is different but it's a good different. you're still the same old genius who could go on for hours about mushrooms or doctor who or whatever. so you," i pat his shoulder and go up on my toes to kiss his cheek, "get into a new outfit and show me again, okay?"

spencer agrees and closes the fitting room door. we stay at the store for nearly two hours, picking out and trying on potential outfits. spencer even starts picking items on his own, but he comes to me in the cutest way to ask if i like the things he's picked out. i always do. and even if it's not my favorite piece, he obviously likes it so i tell him i love it.

we spend hundreds and split the bill. i insisted i pay because i was the one who brought him here, but he insisted he pay because the clothes are for him. we found a happy medium.

i don't know what i thought was going to happen after we basically replaced his wardrobe. apparently, i didn't think about what the next work day would be like. because i wake up before spencer and go to make breakfast and only listen to him shower and get dressed.

"good morning!" spencer chirps, practically skipping into the kitchen.

"morning!" i say back, putting pancakes on a plate for him. "here's your—" and i absolutely freeze in my spot at the sight of him in a dark tan jacket and slacks, a purple button up, and a matching gray tie. his hair is perfectly swooped across his forehead and he's grinning, practically glowing in his new outfit. "holy shit."

"you like it?" he holds up his arms a bit as if to gesture to his appearance.

i just stand and stare at him for another minute, clutching the plate in my hand so tightly that i fear i might break it. but spencer chuckles, taking it from me and placing it in front of the chair he always has breakfast in.

"i might not let you out of the house looking this good," i finally manage to say. "you'll come home with a new girl on your arm and forget all about me."

spencer pouts. "i'd never do that to you."

i grab onto his cheeks and lay a huge kiss on his lips. "i know you wouldn't. you look amazing, spence. even better than yesterday."

spencer comes home that night and beams about the compliments he got from his coworkers today and thanks me for encouraging him to expand his wardrobe. i don't accept his thanks because i'm just happy to see him feeling more confident in himself than ever.

however, my job is not done yet.

as much as he loves his new clothes, i give him a few weeks to adjust to his new normal. i let him get used to needing a few extra minutes in the morning to arrange an outfit and to the washing process before i spring something new on him. but once i can tell he's completely comfortable with his new wardrobe, i stop at the department store after work again.

"spence?" i call into the apartment as i kick my shoes off, clutching the paper bag in my hand.

"hi!" he calls back, emerging from the study with a book in his hand. "you're late."

i hold up the bag for proof. "i stopped at the store again." spencer follows me into the bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed in anticipation. "well, first, i saw a couple more ties that i liked," i take those out of the bag and throw them over his shoulder. "but i got these!"

i pull out three perfectly folded pairs of sweatpants and four plain colored tee shirts. spencer unravels each item and then looks up with his eyebrows furrowed. "i don't get it."

"okay," i giggle, placing my hands on his shoulders, "when i go to work, i wear my skirts and blouses and heels, right?"

like the puppy he is, he tilts his head to the side in confusion. "right."

"and when i got to sleep, i wear pajamas. but between the blouse and the pajamas, i wear sweats. you, my love," i boop his nose and instantly, an adorable pink hue paints his cheeks, "don't own sweats. you go from suits to pajamas. and again, i'm not saying that i don't love the way you dress. i'm just looking out for your comfort. if you hate them, i'll return them. simple as that."

he runs his hands over the tee shirts and runs it between his fingers. "they are really soft."

"i got the ones that are 100% cotton because i know you like how it feels."

"i'll try it," he concedes, smiling up at me. "thank you. you're too good to me."

"you deserve the world, angel face."

the next day, he gets called away for a case and i don't see him for almost two weeks. we call and text as much as possible, but we both get so busy that it's nearly impossible. so i stick to sending him good morning and goodnight texts and praying that he comes home in one piece.

after nearly two and a half weeks without him, i come home and see his car in the parking garage where it always is. i squeal, running all the way to the apartment and bursting through the door.

spencer is lounging on the couch, thankfully in one piece, and reading a book, dressed in gray sweatpants and a white tee shirt. he looks up and grins when i enter, standing up and pulling me into his arms.

"i can't believe you're sitting here," i mumble into his neck, "and looking so good when i'm not around."

spencer laughs into my shoulder, kissing my small bit of exposed skin. "well, you're here now so you can enjoy it."

"you look so fucking hot," i blurt out, grabbing a handful of his cotton shirt and tugging him towards the bedroom. "let me show you just how hot i think you are."

"god, i love this new wardrobe."

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tastyykpop · 3 years

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𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛-ρ† 2

Pairings: enemy, student, barista!jaemin x student, barista!reader, (very small) taemin x reader

Suggestive, slight angst (you have to squint), fluff

<previous- next>

Warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, brat taming kinda, possessiveness, degradation, praise, thigh riding, choking a lot, pet names, jealousy

a/n : here we go again👨‍🦯

"Is it true? Her and jaemin?" Students whispered amongst themselves and thats all you heard today, wondering why they were even talking about you and him. It was strange really, jaemin was nicer and there were very little pranks and even then, they weren't as bad as what they used to be.

"Y/n! Oh my god I can't believe it!" Yeri jumped with a smile plastered on her face, "Are you and jaemin together?"

You twisted your face in confusion. Is that what people think? "What!? No! Where did you even get that from?" You questioned.

Yeri smirked and leaned closer, "I heard from jeno that you both fucked." She leaned back, "is that true?"

"I- well thats not entirely wrong but what does that have to do with him and I dating?"

"Jaemins been nicer with you and there's rarely ever pranks. I mean, anyone with a brain could tell that something is up." Yeri pointed out. She raised an eyebrow as you glanced around, making sure no one can hear you.

"Okay yes me and jaemin did have sex, but seriously we aren't dating. And I'm just as shocked as you about the way he's acting." You whisper-yelled at your friend. She mouth fell into an 'o' shape as she nodded, then attempted to walk away until you grabbed and brought her back, "wait im missing something." You squinted, "please dont tell me everyone in the school knows."

"Okay I wont." She shrugged and tried to walk away again but your hand gripped her arm tighter, "Ow, did you get stronger?"

"Yeri I'm serious! No one was supposed to know and now everyone knows!" You slowly let go of her and stared at the ground, "i swear Im gonna kill that boy!"

Yeri snickered and patted your shoulder, "Dont you mean fuck him?"

"YERI!!"

Order after order, customer after customer, you began to wear down after a hard days work. Irene stayed for a bit at yours and jaemins station to help since it was so busy. And it still wasn't fast enough for all the orders that just kept coming. It felt like you weren't going to finish and the shop closed at 8:30, it was currently 8:17.

"Ugh why is there so many orders at this time?" Irene groaned from exhaustion, jaemin snickered.

"Just be happy we get payed after this." He said and you all agreed.

Everything seemed to suddenly slow down at the cafe as it was beginning to close. Only a few orders were actually left and after that, you could close.

Irene and jaemin cleaned up the stations. Of course Irene left first afterwards, and you counted the money at the register. And since youve been working here for almost 2 years, counting money was just as easy as walking. But since its been super busy today, it took you a while to count some of the coins. Only once while you counted did you mess up, but you brushed it away and started again.

"Can you be any slower?" Jaemin commented, having just finished his part.

Putting the money away after counting, you put your hands on your hips like a mom scolding her child, "Whats the hurry all of a sudden?"

He only giggled and ruffled your already messy hair, "I wanna spend time with my baby."

You tried your hardest not to blush.

"No way." You swatted his hand off your head.

"And why not?" He quirked an eyebrow as you and him walked to an empty table in the cafe.

"Cuz you told jeno what we did last night and now the whole school knows. I'm kinda mad at you right now." Groaning, you hid your head in your arms trying to avoid his gaze.

You couldnt see him, but you heard the sigh and knew he was pouting at you, buy you didn't bother looking up.

"Why can't I brag about how good you were?" Jaemin questions, leaving you to groan louder.

"This isnt what I wanted..."

The boy shifted in his seat and pulled your head out your arms, his hands holding the side of your cheeks, "then what did you want?"

Your cheeks puffed as you tried to find the right words, "...to not have done what we did last night."

"So you regret it?"

You shrugged.

Jaemin leaned back and stared at you with a cold face. He has a hint as to why youre now suddenly saying this, not only because of him telling his friends, but also because of his past with you. If he wasnt pranking you, he was making fun of you, if it wasn't that, he'd make you flustered with his words or actions. Jaemin was annoying, yes, but your reactions were priceless to him. You got annoyed by jaemin and you hated him. He didnt blame you even after all this.

"I guess im not really mad at you telling him, just more confused on why you had sex with me." You started playing with a strand of fallen hair and waited for his answer.

"I did what I wanted to do from the beginning; fucking you dumb. If you think there's another reason, there isn't." Jaemin crossed his arms with a half smile.

You stopped playing with your hair and glared at him, "No no there has to be more! You're way to nice to me now for that to be it!"

"Do you think I like you?" He suddenly leaned forward. You didnt bother saying anything and sat back in the chair, "Why would I like you?"

Its been a week since your last interaction with jaemin. Literally. Theres been no pranking or anything. It was odd, but you couldn't stop thinking back to what he said when you both were alone in the cafe. Something about that kind of stung. You dont know why but, you thought maybe, just maybe, he'd actually like you. And maybe, jimin was right about about you liking him.

"Hey how was work?" Jimin asked getting up from the couch. You noticed taemin was here too and it wasn't surprising anymore as he's been coming over recently this past week.

"It was a bit busy actually." You smiled, nodding your head in taemins direction to acknowledge him and he smiled in return. Cute.

Jimin came back to his seat on the couch and handed you and taemin a clas of iced tea, "Jaemin didnt do anything again huh?"

You shook your head, "You don't understand how weird this is. Like he completely stopped interacting with me." You sighed taking a sip and seat next to taemin before ranting again, "Wait...oh my god! Did I get played? Was he really just trying to fuck me this whole time?"

"Fu- what?" Taemin zipped his head at you.

"Its a long story-"

"No its not," jimin cut you off, "basically hes kind of a bully to her and hes always doing pranks and saying some provocative things, but magically," he started flailing his hands, "jaemin started being nice, said he wanted to 'fuck her dumb' and then she was in his bed."

"....so you just...let your bully fuck you??" Taemin squinted his eyes at you and you nodded slowly. "Interesting. "

"I dont even know why. Like it just happened." You stuck out your bottom lip and laid you head on taemins shoulder, "I can't believe I did that..."

"It was bound to happen." Jimin sipped his tea.

You lifted your head slightly off of taemins shoulder and stuck your tongue out, "You know what fuck you!"

"You both are like kids." Taemin said, moving to get up.

"Hm?" Jimin looked up from his iced tea, completely obvious to what taemin said and taemin shook his head.

"I need to get back home. Jimin don't stay up too late." Jimin whined at his friend as taemin got up, "y/n, be good." You gave him a thumbs up and watched as the black haired man left.

"Jimin hes cute." You frowned.

Jimin rolled his eyes, "tell him that next time then."

You rolled over so now you were laying on jimins lap and he gave you a look of disgust, but you ignored it, "Mans is too cute for someone like me to say something."

"Dude he literally called you cute the first day he met you." Jimin said a matter of factly.

"How do you know he wasnt lying?"

Jimin scoffed, "Taemin lying? Thats like me and you dating. It just doesn't go together."

"I dont know if i should be offended or happy." You glared.

"The latter." He averted his eyes from yours and continued watching the show on t.v.

2 classes in and your were already tired. If you hadn't had stayed up so late with jimin, crying over some k-drama, maybe you wouldve gotten a good night sleep. But because of that you looked dead. You didn't even try to look your best this morning, only throwing on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and brushing your hair back. You thought you looked okay to some extent at least. Maybe not your normal self but at least you were presentable.

There's was only so much you could handle in your class right now too. Trigonometry was definitely not your strong suit and you wondered how you even got in this class.

People were hunched over doing their work and you were struggling with question one. It was a bit embarrassing. You looked to your right for answers but they were just as lost as you, so your left was your next move.

"I dont appreciate you cheating off my paper y/n." Jaemin whispered, making sure the professor didn't hear him.

"Sorry I'm just confused.." you grumbled, placing your pencil down, jaemin gave you a look.

"Maybe if you used your head you'd get it."

"Im not dumb jaemin."

He exhaled and rubbed his face with his hands, "Come over later ill help you."

You looked at jaemins partially completed paper then back at your blank one. You needed this if you wanted to pass but you also didn't want to be with jaemin at the moment and you weren't too sure what tricks the boy had up his sleeve.

"I dont think-"

"It wasnt a question." Jaemin then went back to his work, ignoring whatever protest you had as you were about to open your mouth.

It was at this point you even planned on not going later. The only thing is he really didn't like being disobeyed and you found him a bit scary when mad. It wouldnt be right to miss out on him tutoring you anyway because jaemin was a smart guy. With his help you should be able to pass easily given a few months.

The professor ended class a few minutes early. Jaemin and you both headed to your next class when someone tapped on your shoulder, making you curiously turn around.

"TAEMIN!" you leaped up and hugged the guy around his neck as he giggled with full cheeks. "What are you doing here?"

"I changed colleges since it was closer to where I was living, but I didnt realize you were here too!" He beamed.

Jaemin stood watching you both converse and giggle over small things. He wanted so badly to drag you away from taemin but he knew you weren't going to like him very much after that. But something about the two of you laughing and subtly flirting didnt sit right with him and he didnt know why. It wasnt jealousy because why would he be jealous with you? He didn't care about you in that way. So why was this making him angry?

"Y/n lets go to class." Jaemin interrupted the two of you.

"You can go ill be in shortly." You brushed him off as if he was nothing and began talking with taemin again. Jaemin despised it but listened to you and walked away.

You were happy taemin came to this school because now it gave you a chance to get closer with him. It was definitely the small crush that grew over the week that made you feel like a 14 year old girl whenever he said something remotely sweet.

Taemin and you stood just outside of the classroom door and you gave him a quick hug and good bye before heading into the room with a big smile.

Jaemin stared at you as you walked up the steps to your seat that was a few feet away from him. The smile plastered on your face made jaemin see how much of an impact taemin really had on you.

Seulgi and sana kept glancing back at you, snickering here and there. Something your not fazed by it anymore. Probably them planning another prank or something. You also felt another set of eyes behind you and looked back to see jaemin glaring at the back of your head. Wondering why he was doing that, you crooked your head to the side then faced the front again after not receiving any response from him.

Ten minutes passed and the professor never came. Students were still all around the room talking to each other and the room was noisy. You decided to just ignore everyone and focus on any work you could, everything other than trig. You were saving that for jaemin.

"Hey nana," jaemin looked away from you and gazed up at seulgi who was now standing in front of him, "theres a party later at Wendy's and joys house. You coming?"

You put the pencil down and started biting your nails, wondering what he would actually say, not that he would ditch on you, but still.

"Im working later." He simply said, seulgi rolled her eyes playfully.

"Ill come pick you up after just bring clothes."

Jaemin raised a brow, "ill be too tired to go."

He was starting to get on seulgis nerves as she grit her teeth, "Then ill come over after school."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes wondering why she was trying so hard. Clearly the boy didn't want to go, or at least go with her. You didnt understand how she couldn't see that.

"Can't im helping someone with trig after."

She leaned over his desk, jaemin not really fazed by anything as she kept coming closer, "I have a feeling you're lying nana."

"Why would I lie?" He replied stoic. "Y/n is coming over for help."

Its the way that literally everyone in the room looked back at jaemin and you. Such a weird pair. Now they really would be questioning the two of you.

You anxiously looked back at him, seulgi was up in his face, nose flared, jaemin remained still and not intimidated by her or the class. But you were ready for someone to say something.

"Whats with you and y/n all of a sudden?" Seulgi asked. You could tell she didn't want you to go over his house, that was pretty obvious, but its not like she could stop you.

"Nothing, she just needs help in trig."

The class was still silent, even after a good 30 seconds. Now you just wanted the professor come in and talk about some WW2 stuff so people would ignore this. But your were pretty sure your professor just didn't want to teach and stayed home for the day.

"You dont need to help her." She faked a smile when she glanced back at you. "Shes a smart girl."

Jaemin was just about ready to get up and walk away, "I want to help her pass, now I do believe your seat is over there." he pointed over to the middle row of seats, just a few before yours. Seulgi actually took the hint and walked away. Her eyes were trained on yours and she looked as if ready to say something but decided against it.

God, now you just wanted to leave.

Jaemin placed a notebook and an open textbook on trig in front of you. His eyes watched as you hesitated to do your homework. You would get ready to write then lean back in confusion. For you, something was just not clicking with the whole trigonometry thing. You even started to wonder why you were taking it.

"Look this is what you have to do." Jaemin sat up and took the pencil out of your hand and went through the steps. Despite him being shockingly good at explaining and teaching, you found yourself lost at his words and just started staring at his side profile. Admittedly, you had to say he was pretty. And his lips as he was talking made you hypnotized. They looked soft and you wondered if you'll ever be able to feel them again.

"Repeat what I had just said."

You snapped out of your thoughts and hesitated, looking back at the paper then slowly began going over what you remembered until you started stumbling over your words and then stopped when he placed his hand on your thigh.

Jaemin exhaled loudly, sounding very disappointed in you and the only thing you could do was wait for whatever he had to say, "Why aren't you paying attention to nana?" His voice remained the same, but his nickname was a complete contrast.

"Im sorry I was distracted..."

"Distracted." Jaemin raised an eyebrow, "Theres nothing here to distract you."

Although you wanted to say he's been distracting you, you most certainly didn't and spared yourself the embarrassment.

"Y/n whats distracting you?" Jaemin set aside the pencil and gave you his full attention. Yet you remained silent and let him figure it out himself. But he knew, you were pretty easy to read. This is why he tapped your thigh, trying to get an answer out of you.

"You already know. Why do I have to say it?"

"I wanna hear it come out of your mouth." Jaemin shrugged.

"Jaemin..." you mumbled staring at your blank notebook, "Can we just move on?"

"Say it first." Consequently jaemin only made things worse by moving his hand up and down on your thigh in a taunting manner. One way or another he'll make you flustered.

"Youre clearly the distraction now can we please move on. We only have an hour and a half until work." You blushed.

A playful smirk found its way to his lips as he hummed in agreement. His hand still rested on your thigh and he once again tried explaining the problem in front of you. Granted, your phone went off in the middle of his second attempt of explaining.

"Taemin texted me hold on." You reached to grab your phone but jaemin was faster. He took your phone and threw it on the bed behind him.

"Pay attention." Jaemin had said. But you decided to be a bit stubborn and decided to get up and grab your phone, but jaemin had other plans. Hence why now you were stuck in a death grip on his lap with a hand to your neck. You couldn't see his face, but you knew it was cold. Jaemin didn't like to be disobeyed even for a second. "You only listen to me when I make a move, so do I have to keep you in this position for you to do your work?" You quickly shook your head and tried to wiggle out of his strong grip, but jaemin wouldn't let you go. Particularly because he figured you'd try and grab your phone again, which in that case, wasn't going to happen. If you so desperately wanted to pass, hes going to make you pass. Jaemin doesn't care even if he has to go as far as disciplining you either. As long as you pass, he'll be fine.

"You dont want to disappoint nana right?" You shook your head again. "You have a voice, use it."

"N-no.."

Jaemin hummed and let go of your neck, still keeping you on his lap. "Now be a good girl and listen. This is the last time I'll repeat myself."

So then you listened. Certainly because jaemin would not hesitate in making you regret any decisions you had.

After his third explanation, you understood the whole process a bit more and began doing your work. Jaemin was happy to see you do the problems, only pointing out a few mistakes, but praising you after for getting them right. You'd try your best not to smile or blush by putting your head down or looking away. Jaemin found it cute and couldn't help but smile himself.

"Lets get ready for work." Jaemin tapped your thigh for you to get up then he made his way to the closet to find clothes.

"Do you have a white t-shirt I can use?" You asked and jaemin threw you a shirt. Luckily for you the dress code was white on top, black on bottom so you didn't need to worry about the pants.

The both of you changed swiftly, not really caring about each others presence as you've already seen each other naked.

Without warning, jaemin dragged you out the his car, not bothering to give you a chance to say you wanted to drive yours. And you both were off.

It was a silent car ride besides the soft music playing on the radio. Jaemin kept you occupied with a hand resting on your thigh. He had a nice hand, you weren't gonna lie, but besides you gawking at his hand, it really did keep your mind focused. Not even the streets filled with so much activity could make you stop staring. It came to the point where you ended up grabbing his hand and played with his fingers.

"If you like my hands so much maybe I should use them on you again." Jaemin said, your breathing stopped for a second and you faced him.

"I just... find your hands nice thats all. Nothing sexual nana." You emphasized his nickname with a mocking tone. But in reality it was a very lowkey sexual desire to have him feel you up again, or even finger you. Whatever it was, you didn't want to admit it.

Parking the car, you and jaemin went inside the cafe to find it was again very busy. Irene was at the register helping a customer with their order and when she glanced up, you could've sworn she saw a ghost.

She finished the order and looked between you two, "Am I missing something?" She asked, pointing a finger at you guys as if accusing you, "you never come in together nor even walk inches next to each other."

"Y/n was at my house because I was tutoring her for school, so I drove her here too." Jaemin responded and you nodded in agreement. Still, irene found this crazy.

"Okay...just get to work then..." she squinted her eyes. Jaemin was the first to get to the stations, followed by you who made sure to look at the orders on screen.

After a while of making coffees, teas, and such you decided it was time for a break, so you asked irene if you can just take a seat for a bit to which she said yes.

Only a few tables remained empty, you took one near a window so you could see what was happening outside. Nothing different. Some teenagers fooling around on the sidewalk, couples passing by, and people rushing to get to their jobs. Meanwhile you never noticed someone sitting in front of you until they blew into your ear.

"Ahhh, what the fuck taemin!" Frowning at the sudden intusion, taemin laughed at your shocked face and sputtered many apologies. Many of which you knew he didnt mean.

"How long have you been sitting there?" You leaned over the table asking.

Taemin naturally leaned over too, getting closer to your face, "Just got here." He smiled, "I texted you that I was coming but you never replied."

You pouted in realization that that was when jaemin decided to discard your phone on his bed and not allow you to get it back. "Sorry I was being tutored for trig."

"Its fine." He pinched your cheeks, the smile never left his face once he finally saw a shade of red on your cheeks. Moreover, the two of you kept conversing for about 5 more minutes. Taemin talked about how jimin was bored all day from not seeing you at home so he went over to comfort him. You chuckled at the thought of jimin sadly laying against his friend and playing video games, trying not to feel bored. It made you happy that you had that kind of impact on him, knowing damn well no matter how much he said he said you weren't fun, that was a lie.

"I have to go. I'll make sure to come by later." With that taemin and you stood up and gave each other a hug. What surprised you was the lips on your cheek, giving you a bunch of butterflies in your stomach. "Bye y/n." Taemin winked and walked out the cafe.

Alarmed and flustered by what happened, you steadily walked back to the counter and just stopped there.

One might consider that to be a cute thing to see in a cute little cafe but jaemin thought otherwise and he was quite literally done with this.

"Come here." Jaemin made a finger motion to you and took you to the back of the cafe, away from the bustling people. "Whats with you and that taemin dude?"

"Why do you care?" You tilted your head up at him with a smirk. If you can manage to successfully push jaemins buttons and walk away with it, this would be the best day ever.

Jaemin took your chin in his index and thumb, bringing your face closer, "I asked you a question. I expect an answer."

"I dont have to answer if I dont want to." You tried swatting his hand away from your chin but he only moved down to your neck, causing you to gasp at the sudden squeeze. Basically, jaemin was choking you out of jealousy. "H-hes just m-my friend." You stuttered as you told the truth expecting jaemin to now let go, but he only softened his grip.

"I hate him."

"You dont know him." You mocked back and jaemin lazily rolled his eyes.

"I dont care if I dont know him I hate the fact that hes with you." Jaemin growled, letting your neck go.

You took the chance to let out a laugh at his frustrated face. This was entertaining to you and for once you had the upper hand, "so youre saying you're jealous?"

Roughly, jaemin slammed your back against the building with his face only mere centimeters from yours. You could smell the scent of mint in his breath too. "Maybe I am." Jaemin pushed a knee between your legs. "Shouldnt mess with my girl. And you shouldn't have let him kiss your cheek." Jaemins lips hovered over your lips. His hands harshly gripped your hips, moving you them over his thigh. Hearing the sound of you moaning out in shock, jaemin captured your lips in a kiss, a rough one at that.

His anger was through the roof and he showed that. "Youre mine and only mine. I'm the only one who can touch you like this, kiss you like this." Jaemin kissed down your jaw, still grinding your core on his thigh. You tried silencing your whimpers by biting your hand, but jaemin was quick to stick his fingers in your mouth, causing you to gag and choke.

Without a moments hesitation, jaemin pulled away from your neck to watch you suck around his fingers and he laughed through an angry aura, "If only taemin could see how much of a slut you are for me, maybe he would back off." You whined around his fingers and he pushed deeper down your throat. Your hips stuttered a bit, but kept moving forward, trying to get more friction.

"Such a stupid little girl for nana." Jaemin ruthlessly began fucking your throat with his fingers, "Are you gonna cum out here? What if somebody walks out and sees?" Your eyes rolled back and jaemin hummed still keeping the pace with his fingers and helping you move your hips. "Aww but I bet you wouldn't care. Since your so eager to cum and all." You gripped his wrist becoming more and more desperate to reach your high. Indeed you were so close that you started seeing stars, but jaemin pulled his thigh and fingers away.

"Were you about to cum?" He laughed in your face sadisticly. Your face heated up in embarrassment. "Stupid girl."

Cooing at your red face, jaemin brought you into another kiss, much softer than before but enough to know who's in charge.

"Lets get back to work, yeah?" Jaemin tapped your cheek with his two fingers and walked away leaving you hot and bothered.

Naturally you wouldve followed but you literally almost came in your pants just outside of your work. What were you thinking letting jaemin do that to you? And why did he have such an affect on you to the point that you forgot about what happened with taemin. You couldn't stand out here any longer and went inside. Jaemin was calm as if you didn't almost just get off on his thigh and sucked his fingers off. God this boy was doing something to you and you couldn't take it!

Working next to him seemed even more difficult. You were a hot mess, plus you were horny and honestly jaemins existence wasn't helping. And now, especially now, you realized that lasting until 8:30 was going to be a train wreck.

The school day was normal, yeri was hyper as always and cracking jokes making you spit out your banana milk. And her constant teasing about jaemin was nothing different. Of course you told her what happened the other day, she's your best friend, and she was blown away. Yeri wasn't expecting such news to be dropped on her like that and you couldnt blame her, only shrugging your shoulders and sipping your banana milk.

Stopping mid sip, you saw the boy you were subtly looking for; jaemin. Your reason? Well even you didn't know but your for sure were going to come up with something.

For the past few days jaemin never left your mind. Even when you saw him he always lingered. You could say you missed him. Besides that, taemin was never on your mind anymore. Just jaemin. It was like your mind needed him.

So you got up from your seat, yeri looked up confused and watched as your legs took you to your destination. Your heart was beating rapidly and you weren't even sure how this would go. Either you'll die from embarrassment or be the happiest girl alive. It was the anticipation.

You sucked in a deep breath once you got to him, jaemin peered up at you with curiosity, some other students even found your boldness interesting, until you spoke, "Wanna go out with me?"

#nct smut #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #wayv #nct 2020 #na jaemin smut #na jaemin #jaemin #jaemin nct dream #na jaemin nct #kpop smut #kpop

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kae-karo · 2 years

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Sending a ⭐ for that Director’s cut because I started going through your fic list and ended up wanting to ask about like five of them asdhaldjk-

ASLKDFKJLSDF okay valid and u are very sweet (also i think i'm nearing 60 genshin fics so like,,,,,,there's a lot to pick from LMAO)

for context - send me a fic you want director's commentary on!

okay i want to pick a shorter one cause if i don't i'm gonna rant for like AGES slkdfjl

watch me as the ashes fall - chiluc

He shoves Childe hard against the wall, finds a dull sort of satisfaction in the thud as Childe coughs out a laugh.

okay so i'm pretty sure this one started off with the idea that chiluc would be rough with each other, and i sort of ran head first into this with that and the idea of enemies while lovers in mind?

"Well, aren’t you feisty tonight, firefly..."

u will also notice childe calls diluc firefly like A Lot sometimes i just get caught on a nickname, and especially childe's nicknames for diluc, i just think it suits him to have a pet name that he uses a little tongue-in-cheek (it gets his firefly all riled up, and he likes it)

He’s been through every iteration of this shouldn’t be happening, I shouldn’t want this, I should cut this off now, now, after this, this will be the last time.

this dynamic was a newer one for me in terms of chiluc while writing this? normally i'm really heavyhanded with the denial of the attraction that sort of blooms into begrudging acceptance, but i didn't want to focus on it much in this one? i think it fits the rough and mildly antagonistic dynamic that i wanted to set for them, for this to be diluc's angry acceptance that he no longer wars with

“Tell me what you want, firefly..."

hello i am a bit of a slut for childe being so into this, like we don't get a huge amount of his perspective in this particular story but i definitely wanted to paint him as being very into it, and into diluc, and probably with the acceptance that it isn't anything more than this, but he wants it all the same

How many times has he tried to convince himself that he doesn’t want this?

i am also a bit of a slut for diluc being super into it too? not quite 'unabashedly' but like...he's into it, he knows it

...the perks of a hydro Vision, he supposes.

every day i thank the gods for giving childe a hydro vision bc it allows me to make him as much of a slut as i want without any reasonable lube in reach

“How long until you’re begging for me to fuck you, though?”

i think that this particular brand of chiluc dynamic gives diluc this like. ability to drop his walls and all his properness and be a little audacious and brash and rough and he likes it even if it's so foreign to him. he's going through a rebellious phase, trying out new things

“Whoa, firefly, I do something wrong?” He lets up on Diluc’s wrists immediately, sits back and stares down with furrowed brows and gods, but Diluc hates that look.

childe at his core still being this immensely caring person, one who reads people better than anyone gives him credit for. i think even in canon he knows the position he's in, no matter how he tries to turn his self-awareness into armor

That he likes Childe’s presence, beyond just the sex.

ngl this story originally was gonna be full smut. i really do Not know what happened like they were supposed to be rough and diluc was supposed to get some satisfaction out of it ('recompense' as he mentioned) but like,,,,,that did Not happen sljdfkldfs

Half of him wants to crawl into Childe’s arms...The other half wants to crawl out of his skin

originally the line was supposed to be exactly that ^^ but it ended up not flowing the way i wanted it to (alas) so the turn of phrase got broken up a bit lmao

It’s not...it’s not that simple.

i love diluc warring with himself so much but more than anything i love him warring with himself over how something shouldn't be easy. how he should have to fight for everything, to come to every decision and reconcile every emotion, and this was just a fun little expression of that

“Get some rest, firefly. I’ll be here when you wake.”

firefly (soft) lmao. tbh i don't think that this relationship outside the bounds of the fic expands into anything...concrete? or more than this? they don't strike me as the type to talk, but childe still understands when diluc comes to him out of a need for comfort versus a need to be rough and unhinged and wild with each other. and i'd suspect that, in spite of diluc's genuinely oblivious nature, there are probably things that eventually make it through to him as well in terms of childe's emotions. it just takes him 3x as long to recognize them lmao

send me a fic you want director's commentary on!

#chiluc #diluc #childe #genshin #genshin fic #genshin impact #ask #ask game #fic game #anon #fic directors commentary

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roseymess · 3 years

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Hey can I request a personality ship with txt please (and nct 127 if you're up for it) 💥💳💥💳💥💳. Uhm so I would describe myself as a burnt marshmallow, I act all 😈🖤🕸️🥀but I'm actually 🌻🌈🐸✨. I'm an infj and a cancer so, yeah a big softie 🤡. I like making people feel loved and special? Like I didn't have that so I try my best to understand people. I'm either the mom friend or I act like a 5 year old. There's no in between 👁️👄👁️ Also I feel like I'm really intense, in the sense that I'm not a toe dipper. I just dive in but I do take a while to really open up. I would say I'm an ambivert, I kinda just blend, but usually I lean towards the introverted side. I'm very Affectionate but not clingy (like we don't need to talk every day). I don't necessarily have an ideal type but I like someone that takes things easy and tries to remain positive, cause I can get in my own way alot. A good listener because I have.too.many.thoughts. As you can tell by this long essay. Super friendly but kinda keeps a side of them hidden? Kinda? Idk. 🤡💔 I'm almost painfully understanding, I love cats and reading and writing (poetry and tings). I'm willing to try anything once and I love rain. So much. Just cold weather in general. I have a bit of a ✨temper problem✨ with a dash of low self esteem and the occasional God complex episodes. I really love traveling but I adore comfort and feeling safe. I'm a bit of an enigma really. But anyway that's me 💩. Thank you in advance btw and im sorry if youre not taking requests 👉👈❤️

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Hi anon! You seem like such a cuite🥺My Aqua heart going out for you🥰🥰🥰Let me buy you a cookie💞

In TXT,I ship you with....

Soobin

Okay,your entire description screams Soobin's ideal type. I have seen Soobin from the beginning,from a cute shy boy to mature young leader. Soobin has a lot of responsibilities on him as the leader. So after a long day at work,he would loved to be babied by you. Like you said,you like pampering others,Soobin would welcome this trait of yours. He is a giant baby🥺. Since he is the leader and he himself babies the maknae a lot,I feel he would also love to baby you. Makes you feel like a child. He loves your childish side. He would love your deep side as well. He would often listen to you, whenever you are reading him poetry and books. Thats his favourite time of the day. He would love to have deep conversation with you. You are a bit introverted,but I feel as a leader,Soobin has now overcome his shyness and he would initiate conversation with you at first. He would be clingy with you in private,not in public. He himself would be shy. But he definitely fits your ideal type as well. This would be a very adorable relationship 🥰🥰💞💞💞

In NCT 127,I ship you with...

Taeyong

I feel both you and Taeyong are pretty similar. Taeyong wants someone mature,someone understanding. I feel you are someone mature and know how to take care of others. I feel Taeyong would also love listening to your daily rants. He would love to talk to you about poetry and be interested in your writing. Again,he would understand your need of not liking clingyness. He would definitely like it. He wants honesty and sincerity. You are someone friendly but it takes time for you to open up. Thus this relationship will need lot of time. Like just opening emotionally only. He would also shower you with love and affection and would love to bask in your affection as well. Your open-mindedness would be very attractive towards him. 💜💓

#submission #txt ships #personality ship #nct 127 ships

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rant-2-me · 3 years

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My mental state has just worsened over the days, though I'm not sure why, and I just feel so unmotivated and lacking any energy to practice any self care other than napping, and also feel anxious because I'm not studying enough.. feel like I'm just 1/4th assing my responsibilities.. And when someone asks me how I'm doing, sometimes I blurt out that I'm not fine, and the guilt I feel afterwards for making them worry, so I find myself withdrawing from initiating conversation with them, even though I really want to, and this makes them worry about me more.. I just don't know anything anymore, everything feels too much, yet I can't rant in a clear conscience without feeling guilty for bothering them, and thinking how I don't deserve to complain because they have had so much worse (yes I know pain is relative, but I feel so horrible, like a whiny child, who doesn't know how to be content with her blessings)......

Sorry I know it's a lot.. feel free to delete it if it's triggering or making you uncomfortable in any way... I just needed to get it out..

My lovely nonnie, im so, so glad you sent this ask. and got it all out of your system. yeah this sounds cheesy but like ive been there, with not knowing how to reach out—im proud you had the courage to send this ask. girlboss vibes.

also this ask took a while to answer and im so so sorry about that, but I didnt want to do anything less than the best for you, so let's just jump right in <[:)

Lacking motivation, god I've been there, but doing self care is super super important so here is a how-to, hon.

How to do selfcare when you’re not motivated to:

1. Be a little “gross.”

Gross is in quotes because it’s so subjective, but you undoubtedly have a few behaviors you consider kind of gross regardless. Now’s the time to do them without judgment. For me, that’s meant showering less, eating weird food combos (sometimes in bed), and letting my brows and mustache grow magnificently unruly. For you, it could mean doing something you normally judge yourself for or cutting back on activities you only do for the benefit of others. Now is not the time to allow “socially acceptable” behaviors to rule you.

2. Eat whatever the hell you want.

This should be a rule always, but I’m not going to pretend there aren’t societal, social, and personal pressures that go into why we eat what we eat. Try to shut down the voice that judges or polices what you’re eating right now. We’re in the middle of a goddamn pandemic. If dinner has to be some slices of cheese and deli meat eaten in front of the open fridge, so be it. If you have a lot of cravings and are snacking more than you normally would, cool. If pre-pandemic you decided you were going to stick to a certain meal plan and it’s just not happening anymore? Don’t beat yourself up.

Yes, what we eat is connected to our mental health, and I don’t want to discount that—but if the stress of eating healthfully is making you feel like crap anyway, whether that’s because you can’t fathom cooking or don’t have the means to shop for certain foods during isolation, just eat the sleeve of Oreos and try again another day. It’s okay.

3. And wear whatever you want.

Or, more realistically, wear whatever you can. Even if it means wearing the same ratty sweatpants for a whole week. Or month. Maybe you started all this out aspiring to get dressed every day to work from home productively, or maybe you have a whole collection of comfortable loungewear you feel guilty for not utilizing. Whatever arbitrary rules and expectations you’ve set for yourself, you can throw them out.

On the other hand, maybe you need to quiet the voice that tells you there’s no point in getting dressed or feeling presentable. If it helps, by all means, play with your look, wear awesome or weird outfits, do your hair and makeup or whatever activity might feel a little silly given your current reality. In the middle of a pandemic, nothing is a waste of time if it makes you feel good.

4. Use shortcuts to avoid creating chores.

In my first week or so of working entirely from home, I was baffled by just how messy my apartment got. How on earth were so many messes piling up when I wasn’t even doing anything but working, sleeping, and eating? I hadn’t realized it, but a lot of my small tidying routines had become casualties to the pandemic. And, it turns out, slacking on the little ways I pick up after myself every day (such as doing the dishes right after I use them) added up quickly.

Instead of forcing myself to stick to the same levels of tidiness that I used to maintain, I’ve found shortcuts. For example, I use paper plates and plastic cutlery when I feel too fatigued to wash dishes so they don’t sit in the sink for days on end. Or I stick to the same two “outfits” to avoid clothes piling up when I’m too depressed to put them away every day. If you can find a small way to go easy on yourself, even if it feels a little wasteful or indulgent or gross, it’s okay to tap into those shortcuts right now.

5. Be kind to yourself if your place is messy or dirty.

I won’t lie: I’m someone whose space impacts my mental health a lot. Typically, keeping my apartment clean helps keep my mental health in check and letting my apartment get gross makes me feel worse. That’s still true in a lot of ways, but to adapt I’ve been trying to be mindful and accepting of where I’m at. And it’s…helped?

It turns out that taking the pressure off does a lot to mitigate the guilt and some of the other negative mental health effects I usually experience. In practice, it involves a lot of talking to myself. Instead of seeing my apartment turning into a depression cave and immediately thinking, “Oh, God, I need to clean up, this is so disgusting, I’m a monster for living like this, of course I feel depressed,” I go for kindness. I think (or even say out loud because, well, desperate times), “Of course my apartment is a mess right now. I’ll get to it when I get to it. I can handle the mess for now.”

6. Accept your new sleep schedule.

idk anyone whose sleep hasn’t been screwed in some way by all of this. Anxiety, depression, fatigue, pent-up energy from sheltering in place, tech use, new work responsibilities, screwy schedules…pretty much every aspect of our new reality can impact our sleep. Some people are sleeping a lot more, some are sleeping a lot less, and some are cycling through both extremes. Oh, and the temptation of naps! It’s all there.

Trying to maintain a healthy sleep schedule during all of this is a worthy endeavor—and more power to you if you’ve figured out how—but there’s a good chance that it feels impossible.

By “accepting” your new sleep schedule, I don’t mean pretending it doesn’t suck; I mean doing what you can to be gentle on yourself about it. For me, acceptance has looked like watching some comfort tv and reading my favourite books at 2 a.m. instead of staying in bed and anxiety-spiraling about how I can’t sleep. Is it ideal? No way. But I’m not going to waste energy stressing about something I currently can’t control.

7. Give yourself plenty of room to do absolutely nothing.

I’ve given myself permission to do a whole lot of nothing. That includes getting rid of the pressure to be productive and practice self-care, yes, but in a broader sense, it also means not forcing myself to actively “adjust” every day.

Some days, I just need to do nothing but feel my feelings. Or avoid feeling my feelings. Or stare at the ceiling. Give yourself space to do (or not do) whatever you need to.

also, nonnie? my love?

Never feel guilty about telling someone who cares about you when you don’t feel okay.

People who genuinely care about you—and I’m sure they are many—will care if you aren’t feeling good, there are always going to be people who care about you, who want you to be okay, that’s why they ask, why people make rant, why “how are you?” is such a common question.

But if you do need to talk, but you feel like you’ll “burden” people who you do talk to, here’s a guide to ranting.

Guide to ranting:

1. Pick the right person. Someone who’s in the right headspace to listen to you, you could also pick someone who cares about you—if you’re anxiety tells you nobody cares about you, pick someone who “should” care about you in your relationship, e.g: a friend you’ve had for a long time, a friend who’s told a few of their problems, or friend you might not feel close with, but seems very kindhearted and a good listener.

2. Pick the right time to talk to them, so you can have their undivided attention. If they are busy—as most people will be with something—they’ll have a hard time giving you good advice and listening to you. Ask them when they are free, and then ask them:

3. “hey, can we talk? I’m not mad or you or anything, it’s just that I have been not feeling great, and I just want to rant to someone about it.” and “No pressure to say yes, you might have your own stuff to do deal with.” to make sure they are the right person to talk to.

4. It’s ok to test the waters. Start slowly, you don’t have to share everything at once if you don’t want to.

5. You never know how your friend will react to what you say.While you can’t know how they’ll react, just remember that sometimes people’s initial reactions may come from a place of shock, surprise or not knowing what to say. Their initial reaction isn’t always their longerterm reaction, it may just take them a little time to process.

6. Look for ways to take action. Don’t get me wrong, ranting can be amazing for you, but on its own may not solve your problem.

But maybe venting to people isn’t for you. No matter! There are other ways to get out emotions:

Ways to rant without talking to anyone

1. Cry it out— simple and rewarding. When the baggage is just too heavy to carry cry it out. It can help you ease the pressure and ease your mind to think straight after days of holding that frustration in.

2. Work out — easy and fun. tire yourself out and release all the frustration in working out! This is going to be so satisfying for you as you try and punch, kick, balance, lift, and breathe those frustrations away.

3. Clean & rearrange — practical and can be fun. we get frustrated by so many things and one thing that can truly help clear our minds is to have a clean place where we can stay and live for the moment to breathe. Clean your room, rearrange your things and you’ll be surprised by the satisfaction this brings — a signal of a new beginning.

4. Scribble — simple and fun. Make scribbles, doodles, drawings, take a pen or a pencil, and let go. It does not have to be “good” art or professional at all. Just draw whatever comes to heart, sunflowers or clouds or rainbows—anything.

5. Write it down — fun and simple. Let those words out of your head and just live in the moment.

How to fight the lack of motivation.

1. Don't fight the lack of motivation.

If you feel down or unable to muster tons of energy, let it be ok. Be easy on yourself and acknowledge that it's ok to have a dip, especially at this time of the year.

2. Once you have accepted your slump, get to the bottom of it.

Ask yourself, "What is the root cause of this sluggish feeling?" Go deeper than the obvious reasons. Is it related to work? Your personal life? Relationships? It might also just be the weather. Get clear on what areas of your life you're feeling the most resistance.

3. Dig into that area. What is not ideal about this aspect of your life? What would make it better?

Make a list of how you'd like your current situation to improve--and be specific. If you truly can't find a reason to be less than enthusiastic, then accept your feelings and let them pass with time.

4. Take your list of what is missing and go through it.

What is holding you back from being able to create the things that are missing in your life?

5. Get support for creating the life you want.

Do some research and find an expert to help you. Even though they love you, friends and family aren't objective enough, and they tend to give advice that is a reflection of their own life and insecurities.

6. Think of current habits that are contributing to a less-than-ideal life.

Maybe it's fear, laziness, or not having enough confidence. Pick one to focus on.

7. Address this habit over the next 2 months.

They say it takes 28 days to create a new habit, but this varies from person to person. If you focus on it for two months, you are sure to build the neural pathways needed to call it a new way of being.

8. Buy a book, read articles or do some research on this particular behavior or feeling.

Read about the common causes of this habit as well as the proven ways to bust through and work around it.

9. Create a plan around shifting your current habit.

Make sure that changing this habit ultimately helps you move forward in the area of your life that is not ideal. The energy from clarity, awareness and then action will immediately get you feeling more motivated, no matter what.

10. When all else fails: make a list of activities that excite you, and do one of them right now.

Talk to a fun friend, dance around at home, workout, watch a funny YouTube video, tackle something on your to-do list. Accomplishing something will give you a hit of dopamine in your brain. If you're too overwhelmed by your day, sit for five minutes and meditate. Put on some soothing music and breathe.

okay, that's all nonnie, I hope you feel the lust for life in your lungs, please have all my love, i hope this helped, this ask took a while, but it was worth if it helps

and if you need to dont worry to send another ask, if you like spam the inbox!! queen!!!

take care, much love my sweet honey, bye <3

—*putting daisies in your hair as they leave* mod peppermint <[:)

#mod peppermint #ask #anon #rant

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horrorstoryfanfics · 4 years

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Summer To Remember: Part One

Hello! So the first couple of chapters are going to be a bit slow. This is an Xavier love story but it’s also going to focus on the betrayal of your mother and be super angsty. I want the reader (you) to feel like you’ve been teleported into the season ! I plan on writing a lot of chapters so there will be loads of Xavier love later on !

Originally posted to my Wattpad which you can check out here

Warnings: Mentions of death, injury, blood, American Horror Story stuff

Background/Prologue

It had been about nine years since my father passed. They had never found his killer and his case was all but forgotten. My mother not wasting a second on using up what money he left us in his will to turn Camp Redwood into a brand new camp. .

My confusion was apparent. Why would you want to go back to the place that you experienced one of the worst traumas of your life? Not to mention the worst massacre of the decade.

She said it was a sign of hope. That she wanted to make this camp into something good. Turn the massacre grounds into something rejuvenating. A sign that bad times can rise into the good ones.

I rolled my eyes as I walked around the grounds. It did look much better than it did when she first bought it. It was condemned and littered with graffiti. Not to mention the blood that still stained the inside of the cabin walls. But now, it looked like a fully functioning camp.

She called me, begging me to be a counselor. And after turning her down five or six times I eventually gave in to her desperation. She said she had only found one other person and was relying on him to bring his other friends in.

I made my way over to the main cabin, my mothers. I knocked carefully on the door. I was a bit nervous. Ever since I was eighteen I moved out and distanced myself from her, only seeing her a handful of times through out the years. After my Dad died her grip on me tightened and she became unbearable at times. Forcing her religion and trying to deter me from the person I really wanted to be. But now, I've grown. I've became who I wanted to and I'm not exactly sure how shes going to react.

I took a deep breathe as the door opened. My Mom throwing the door open and unexpectedly wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug. I paused before hesitantly hugging her back. "Y/n!! I'm so glad that you made it." She pulled back, squeezing my arms, "And I thank Jesus himself for guiding you safely."

I had to force myself not to roll my eyes and instead made a smile spread across my lips.

"Let me show you around," She linked arms with me and we started strolling through the camp. First we arrived at the 'Girls Cabin'. She explained that this is where I would be staying, to look after the other girl councilors that show up if there even was any. I had strict instructions to keep them in line and watch over them. As if. I planned to have a good summer, not babysit potential friends and be a total drag.

As we walked around more she explained her goals for the camp, her hopes of what the children will feel when they arrive, how she hopes that the media will also gain from the light that emits from this camp. I started toning her out when she started going on a rant about the Lord and Jesus and yada yada.

We passed the dock, the showers, the boys cabin and then we made our way over to the dining hall where the only other person I saw except from ourselves (so far) was. I dropped my Mom's arms and immediately ran over, embracing the woman into a hug.

"Jesus Christ," She muttered through the cigarette hanging out her lips, "I almost dropped all this shit." She side eyed me, "Y/N !" She said excitedly, turning around and giving me a proper hug. She quickly took the cigarette and put it out. "It's been so long," She mumbled.

Bertie was the only other constant in my life. As a child she would babysit me from time to time, always doing my Mom favors. She insisted that they were friends but I honestly think it was because she felt bad for her. Bertie was the chef back when my Mom was a councilor.

She was my favorite person to be around, constantly telling me all these crazy stories about what she'd get into as a kid and even gave me my first Ozzy cassette. She was one of the things that inspired me to get away from my mothers grasp and be my own person.

"I didn't know you'd be here!" She exclaimed.

"Me neither, honestly." I mumbled. She laughed heartily and patted my back.

Mom cleared her throat and crossed her hands, looking over at the two of us, "Y/n I know how much you love Bertie but I still have some other things to show you. And there's still another person you have to meet."

Bertie gave me a knowing look and patted my back, ushering me to go with her. I smiled lightly as I made my way back over to my mother.

We continued our tour, finally ending at the nurses cabin. "Please tell me we have a nurse."

She laughed lightly, "Of course silly!" She opened the door and we stepped in.

The woman had her back towards us, sorting things on her desk and getting settled. "Rita," My Mom said as the woman turned around, "This is Y/n, my daughter." Rita smiled over at me as she extended her hand, I grabbed it firmly and shook.

"Nice to meet you." I said. "Likewise." We dropped our hands and she leaned against the desk, crossing her arms. "So are you the only councilor?" I opened my mouth to speak but before I could my mother did for me, "No, there's at least one more on the way. He said he'd try to convince his friends but who knows." She laughed forcefully. "He should be here any minute."

Rita looked over at me, and I shrugged. Both of us having the same thought of "We'll see about that." My fear of no one coming growing by the minute. While it was true my mother was intolerable at times and just genuinely not the greatest person to be around, she still was my mom and I didn't want her dreams to be crushed.

"Y/n, come help me with the wood."

I gave her a salute as I followed her out, turning to bid Rita farewell.

We were out there for what felt like centuries. Taking turns chopping wood and throwing it into the cart that she had placed. "Sweetie," She said as I threw the last bits that would fit inside. "There's another cart inside that shed over there, can you get it and wheel it over?" I nodded as I trudged my way over.

I opened the door shed and snatched the cart, pushing it out across the dirt path. When I finally made it back over there, a van had pulled up. I squinted as I looked over, bringing the cart to a halt next to the other one.

Mom raised the axe up in the air and brought it piercing down onto the block of wood. It was perfectly cut in half. It startled me how precise her cut was, how much force she packed inside her seemingly innocent facade. She turned around and fixed her hair, making her way over to the new people. I followed a little behind, crossing my arms and eyeing them as they made their way out.

"Welcome to Camp Redwood, I'm Margaret Booth. I'm the owner." She placed her hands neatly inside each other as she greeted them then casually motioned over to me, "This is my daughter, Y/n Booth." I gave a little wave as all eyes turned to me momentarily.

I didn't expect them to all be so attractive. I looked down the array of people, my eyes stopping on one in specific. He had blonde tipped hair with dark roots, his eyes covered by some sunglasses. He was dressed fashionably and had an earring dangling from one ear. He definitely had my attention. And I had his. Our eyes met for only mere seconds as he dropped his shades to check me out, pushing them up once our eyes disconnected.

"Boss lady chopping her own wood, choice." Another fashionable blonde praised, I looked over at her admiring her attire and her overall beauty. I had a good feeling we'd get along well.

My mom clapped her hands, " Well we all have to wear multiple hats here. We're short staffed and the kids will arrive in two days. There's much work to be done."

"Are we the only councilors?" Another man chimed in, he was overly muscular and pretty much the poster child for weight lifting. He looked around nervously, clearly disappointed by the lack of other people.

"You guys and me," I put my hands on my hips, "I honestly thought it was just going to be me," I laughed lightly.

Mom sent me a scowl as she looked back over to the others, "Yes well, the Olympics opened up thousands of jobs so my selection is very limited." She looked back over to me silently telling me to stop as I rolled my eyes.

They eventually landed again on the boy I was eyeing earlier, it was short lived when a voice came frantically out of the back of the van. "Is there a medic or a nurse here?!" Mom frantically made her way over there, with me and the hot blonde male on her heels.

When we made it there was a man laying down in the backseat, bloodied and bruised. "What happened to him?" She asked.

The girl sitting beside him opened her mouth, about to speak but before she could the blonde spoke for her, "He was on the side of the road. He was already messed up." He leaned casually against his van, ripping his sunglasses off coolly in the process.

"Okay well let's get him to the infirmary." She stated as she walked away.

I hopped in the van and made my way around the table, "What're you doing?" the blonde asked. I couldn't help but look at him like he was dumb, "I'm helping him."

I grabbed a hold of the man and started trying to maneuver him out of the van. "We can do it." The two other guys had just arrived and each grabbed an end, carrying the man out. I stepped aside and let them.

The blonde female came up to me, "Rad, another woman who does whatever she wants." She smiled at me, "I like you already."

As we all made our way over to the infirmary I learned everyone's names. She was Montana. The hot blonde was Xavier, the girl in the back of the van was Brooke, Ray was the other one who helped, and Chet was the over muscled tool.

As they carried him into the infirmary and set him on the cot, Rita got to work immediately starting to clean his wounds and bandage him up. We all stood around watching her work.

Xavier tapped his foot anxiously all the while.

"You say you found him in the middle of the road?" She asked curiously, taking her stethoscope out of her ears and casually resting it around her neck.

"On the side of the road," Xavier corrected, "He was pretty out of it, saying weird things, not making much sense." He looked over to the unconscious man as he spoke.

I furrowed my brows as they spoke. The man looked to be about two decades behind us, dressed in older clothing.

Rita sighed, "He's severely dehydrated. "He probably went for a hike and got lost," She started walking out of the room, "Couldn't find his way back, panicked, people don't realize how deep these woods are." She started grabbing more supplies from the cabinet. "Hikers get lost in them and end up dead of hypothermia or just disappear all together." She started setting up his I.V "He's lucky you found him."

"Is he gonna die?" Ray chimed in.

Rita smirked, "Not on my watch."

"Why don't we give our nurse a little break, come on, I'll show you all a tour of the camp." My Mother's voice chimed in.

I rolled my eyes, "Here we go again," I thought. "Round two."

Xavier and I stood up at the same time. He bumped into me almost knocking me over in the process. His hands quickly grabbed my arms as he steadied me, pulling me close. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

I looked at the proximity of our bodies and smiled wickedly, "Never better." I moved in closer meeting his chest before pulling back and walking ahead of him, looking over my shoulder to see bewilderment written all over his face.

Taglist: @felicityofbakerstreet

I laughed as I thought, "Maybe this second tour won't be so bad."

Part Two

#American Horror Story #American Horror Story 1984 #AHS #AHS 1984 #American Horror Story Fanfiction #American Horror Story Fanfic #American Horror Story Smut #AHS Fanfiction #AHS Smut #Xavier Plympton #Xavier Plympton X Reader #Xavier Plympton Smut #Xavier X Reader Smut #AHS 1984 Xavier #Horror Story #Camp Redwood

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slytherinicequeen · 3 years

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since you said you're fine with anonymous confessions:

i don't know that this is a confession so much as a rant, but here we go. i feel so stressed all the time, about everything. i feel like i'm going to break because everyone expects so much of me. my parents don't understand everything i'm going through and they think that it should be easy for me to excel in school, study hard, and be happy all the time. but i can't. i'm not okay, and everybody keeps making me feel like i don't have a right to feel sad. i've got too much work, and my parents make everything sound worse, and they're super invasive too. they don't even know that i have two tumblr accounts, and if they did, that would be the end of me, really. i just want to huddle up in the bathroom and cry. everybody is so shitty to me and they think that life should come easy to me, since i'm "only a student" but they just don't understand! nobody does! and they're making me feel like it's wrong of me to feel this way. they tell me i have everything and i'm just lazy and ungrateful but i really am trying, i swear! it's just too overwhelming for me. maybe i'm just too weak. i'm sorry for this long essay, i don't have anyone to talk to, and everybody i dare to talk to makes it sound worse, makes me sound worse, or is just plain mean about it. i hope you can respond to me, it would really help to hear some kind words. i love you and your blog and i hope you're staying safe. take care.

- love, anxious anon. <3

Dear anxious anon,

Darling you are not alone, I am going through the exact same thing. Multiple times I had to stop and go “did I write this to myself drunk? wait, no of course not, I don’t drink”. My point is what you're feeling is natural. Everyone goes through it and that doesn't make the pain bigger or smaller, it just puts it into perspective.

Excelling in school, studying hard and being happy are all linked. You just cant do the former 2 if you aren't happy and if you’re not doing well you’re not happy. Now how do you get out of the circle? Be happy? Easier said than done.

Parents try their best. They nag, scold and harass but they do so thinking they're helping. It doesn't make it any easier knowing that, but it makes it easier to ignore and slide past.

I'm 19 years old and I'm not allowed snapchat, Instagram, tiktok any of the likes. Now, I've sort of settled down but I used to rebel. I got SC without my parent's knowledge and I started snapping anyone who was online because I just wanted to use the app, I didn't care what for. I used to be online mostly at night, 1 am and the sorts.

And a 17 year old girl with no respect for boundaries just wanting to break rules. You can imagine the sort of people I attracted...

You're going to want to rebel and you're going to want to release all of the pent up tension which is why I would advise you that when you're in a safe space and a clear mind decide what it is that you want to invest your free time on. Don't do so on a rush.

Once you make these rules for yourself, stick to them. No one needs to know and you don't need anyone's validation on whether you decided right. Two tumblr accounts sounds like a good place to start but make sure you don't invest all your energy on it because you don't want to look back and point at something you enjoyed and see it in a negative light.

Now all the people telling you that "you’re just a student" and "things will get so much more worse, what will you do then" can just fuck off. You don't need that kind of energy. You don't need those people in your life. Some will be people you just cant cut off like family and that's okay. Decide to yourself that you will NEVER give them a moment of your mental space. Let them drone on and on and LISTEN but never absorb anything they say. For every jab they throw at you tell yourself one thing you like about yourself or how that's not true.

For every person in pain there is another in greater pain, that doesn't make your pain any less. This will be the greatest challenge you face for now and you will tackle it as such. You do not have the experiences of 40 year old white man nor do you have the innocence of a 4 year old child. You are you. And YOU will tackle what YOU are going through.

You're absolutely beautiful and you're strong. I know that because you're beautiful in the way you care and beautiful in your words. You're strong because you know that you'll get through this, otherwise you never would have messaged me. You’re strong because otherwise you wouldn't believe that there was still the potential for things to get better.

Take care of yourself my love

Message me any time you need, Ill send you my mail and we can talk whenever you need me

#anonymous #send asks #BR asks

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incorrect-mcu-quotes101 · 4 years

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Rant about Marvel New Warriors

(spoiler they are shit - Ps. I know I'm late to this)

This is about to be long-

Since evryone is roasting the shit out of Marvel's New Warriors. (I'm late I know shut up) why not hop on the train of anger and give out my opinion.

First on the list is Screentime.

Now I dont really have a problem with the design. It think that the green goes well with his backstory being all sciency and shit (which is the problem but I'll get onto that later) If we ignore the fact that they ripped off the ben10 colour palette I kinda like how he looks.

But oh boy the backstory.

"A Meme-Obsessed super teen whose brain became connected to the internet after becoming exposed to his grandfather’s “experimental internet gas.” Now he can see augmented reality and real-time maps, and can instantly Google any fact. Does this make him effectively a genius? He sure acts like it does."

Okay first of all. "Internet gas"? Wtf is that supposed to be. Also meme-obsessed just makes me think he would be a redditor making him very fucking annoying.

Now his powers I think are shit. He's always connected to the internet? Couldn't the others just get out their phones and do exactly the same. (Maybe like 10 seconds slower since it takes time to open your phone)

I think it would be cool to see him do more than look up "how to beat up bad guys" on wikihow. Maybe make him control other computers or phones. And he could possibly teleport using electronics.

Alright that's screentime on to the next mistake.

Second is Trailblazer

Her design is... Uhh. Acceptable. In my opinion the costumes are a bit too colourful. It reminds me of those girls who put on different socks and walk around saying how qUiRKy they are.

Now uh backstory/description (idk why i have been calling it backstory all this time tbh) it's definitely better than Screentime. But still. Bad.

"A regular kid scooped up into the world of teenage Super Heroing. Her “magic backpack” is actually a pocket dimension with seemingly infinite space, from which she can pull out useful or random objects—it’s not always under her control. She claims to get her power from god, but “not the god you’re thinking of.”"

So uh. Dora?

I like how they made it sound more interesting saying that she never knows what she'll get. But the thing I want to know is what if someone gets her backpack. It's not hard to take a backpack from someone tbh. Is it glued to her back? Or can she like leave it in school and forget about it? "A regular kid scooped up into the world of teenage Super Heroing." This makes me think that she didn't chose to have her powers. Which i can understand. But it's a fucking backpack.

If it's not connected to her and someone takes it SHE WILL BE FUCKING POWERLESS?!

Alright. That's that. On to the next one.

B-negative. Uh-

Alright the name is clever I'll give them that.

But the design. Ughhh. Again. The oversaturated colours they used. I personally dont like the use of bright pink. They could have used dark red instead. Red symbolizes blood, death, anger and the pink doesn't make me think about that sort of stuff. It clashes with his dark edgy design and face. Other than the fact he looks straight out of a Twilight edgy fanfic.

"A teen “living vampire” exposed to Michael Morbius’s blood as a child in a rogue, but life-saving medical procedure. He still ages like a regular kid, but has all the abilities of Morbius. He’s also obsessed with all the music and attitude of a “classic” long-past decades like the '90s, and the '00s. “The world is a vampire…and so am I.”"

I don't really have anything to say to this. It's just once again marvel trying to relate to the youth. Tbh his description. As crazy as it sounds. Is the one I have the least problems with.

Alright now to the one people hated the most.

This thing-

A lot. And i mean. A LOT of people have criticised and even took the time to redesign the characters. And yea. They are shit. I'm not going to take the time to redesign them myself because I don't have that kind of time at the moment. (Maybe I'll make another post where I remake them myself. But idk)

Now my biggest problem with the design is the fact they are twins. TWINS WHO ARE FROM THE OPPOSITE SEX SHOULDN'T BE IDENTICAL TWINS. That is literally impossible. Also they kinda remind me of the characters from that online game everyone was obsessed with called 'Fireboy and Watergirl'. Don't know if anyone remembers that.

Their costumes are hideous. Again the vibrant colours are giving me a goddamn seizure. The whole idea of those characters is for Snowflake to be the more self assured and most likely to beat you up for being a bit racist to Twitter. And for Safespace to be this big soft dude who looks though but is actually an angel when you get to know him.

But looking at them I do don't get those vibes. I think they should have made Snowflake look more sassy and wear like a coat to be more mysterious and shit. And for Safespace to have more fur and armour (he can create shields for other but not for himself so he should have atleast some other type of protection) I think having like fur on his jacket would give off a more 'soft uwu boi' vibe.

I'm not going to shit on their description because to be honest. Everyone already has. And this has become way too long for a normal post. I hope ya'll enjoyed it. If you took the time to read me ranting about some weird fictional characters I really appreciate that.

#alright i know this is long #but like fuck it #i wanted to say some thing and I did #marvel #marvel new warriors #new Warriors #marvel thoughts #marvel cinematic universe #marvel studios #marvel stuff #mcu #Safespace #Snowflake #screentime #dora the fucking explorer #b negative

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