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hotmencore · 10 months

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“𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬” 𝐃𝐑𝟑

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

Summary: In which Daniel learns the true extent of his girlfriends hatred towards mornings.

Warnings: language, but other than that it is pure fluff

Word count: 700+

A/N: Sunshine x grumpy is one of my favourite tropes so i had to make a fic for it, and no one is more symbolic of the sun than Daniel Ricciardo. This will probably get edited because i don't really like it.

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

Everyone knows that Daniel is a pure ray of sunlight. He is the joy of the grid, and the life of the party around family and friends. Everyone also knows that his girlfriend is all of those things too. You both match each other perfectly, your contagious smiles, your quick witted humours, everything! Well, apart from one thing.

Mornings.

Daniel is always in a good mood, including at 8.00am on a Saturday, but you on the other hand, are in a good mood about 98% of the time. And that 2%, includes 8.00am on a Saturday.

Daniel woke up at that time today, and wanted to get up on time to start his day. But you, did not. And Daniel knew that. He has always known that. He always will know that. But today, he decided that he would try his luck with getting you up at the same time as him, as he would for once like to actually start his day off with his girlfriend. He turned over in bed to face you, your head somewhat shoved into your pillow, face turned away from him, the covers laying over your body delicately.

Daniel decided to try a simple and slick approach, slithering his hand beneath the covers in order to not move them too much, to lay his arm around your middle. You shifted slightly, and Daniel instinctively held his breath. You didn't wake up, so he was able to quietly breathe a sigh of relief, which absentmindedly made him rethink his choices. But he knew he had to commit. He shuffled up towards you, his bare chest now lightly scraping your back.

Now was the time.

Daniel slowly leaned into the crook of your neck, and placed a soft kissed on your bare skin.

"Good morning love" he murmurs.

All he gets in return is a loud inhale, and an even louder groan. You roll away from him in frustration that you had been woken up, your face now shoved even further into your pillow. This does make Daniel chuckle, as he once again laces his arm round your waist, and this time, pulls you flush to him, away from your lovely cool pillow and soft covers. You open your eyes slowly, and do nothing but groggily death stare him.

"Hello little miss grumpy" he tries again with a grin. But before he can even respond, your hand that lay on the outer side of your boyfriend slams down beside you to grab your pillow, and to speedily swing it back past you, aggressively thrashing it down on his face with a thump. Of course this 'violent' throw of a soft pillow didn't do any harm, but Daniel was still taken aback by the new found approach of you pretty much telling him to piss off and let you sleep.

"Fuck off Daniel, its too early" you mumble, although your body still lay wrapped up with his.

"Love its 8, not 4" he replies with a small chuckle, removing your pillow from his face.

"That's still too earlyyy" you groan, causing a real laugh to come from your boyfriend, who was finding this torment of yours quite hysterical.

"Come on, we can get up together and have breakfast at a normal time for once, not at like 11 for a change, Who knows, you might actually like it" he offers, a slight hesitance prominent in his voice.

"You can get up, i'm not" you quickly reply.

"Come on, mornings aren't that bad" Daniel counteracts.

"Fuck mornings" you respond, nuzzling into Daniel further, trying to fall back asleep. Through instinct, your arms go around your boyfriend, now fully cuddling him. Although you were still annoyed that he woke you up way earlier than you would have liked, you couldn't resist the warmth that radiated off of his bare, muscly chest.

Daniel ponders for a second, and finally decides to give up on his attempt, now deciding to do mornings your way, just this once.

"Yeah alright, you win, fuck mornings" he repeats, a small smile playing at his lips as he leans down to place a soft kiss to your forehead.

From beneath Daniel, you smile with pride at your amazing Saturday morning win against him and his early mornings,"Victory is sweet, but sleep is even sweeter, so shut up now so i can go back to it."

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eamour · 19 days

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Hi i don't know if you'll reply/repost this ask but i really believe what i have to say is needed to help people in the manifestation community i am only sending this to you because you are one of the few active ones with a decent following that can get the word out..

The amount of complications people in this community have brought upon themselves is just infuriating and annoying the amount of creators/blog writers that come up with something new every week are just deceiving and preying on people who want to have a better life if you care i hope you'll post this.

Lies and overcomplications like;

'You shouldn't feel lack' 'don't focus on the 3d' 'know that you have it and go on with your life' 'this is the only way you can manifest' 'don't try to affirm or visualize it won't work its just endlessly affirming' 'feel it know' the amount of 3d and 4d 'live in imagination' is all a bunch of bs what Neville said is not the final! And you all seem to forget that

You can do all that and still get what you want sure! you can manifest this way too but why overcomplicate it?

(Yes there is a possibility that spreading this misinformation may not be necessarily intended to cause harm and might be just a misunderstanding from bloggers as well but it still causes to harm to those who are vulnerable and are just wanting to better their life and learn about manifesting)

None of this matters you are the only one who makes yourself manifest and there are many ways and you can use any way/method the problem on tumblr is people push only one way no you don't need to be fulfilled in imagination or 'know you have it and shut up in order to manifest sure Neville found a good way but its not the only way but the amount of people here who push this as if it's the only way and say if you don't do this you will never manifest are fcking playing with people's time and energy! i'm here to root for how far visualization affirming and robotic affirming goes,just for the average person its just such a quick and easy and 'failproof' way to 'get you desires' you don't need to hate the word 'get it' or something like that you don't have chase after knowledge or understanding to 'finaly manifest', when i went back to watching sammy and just affirming with no care about believe the thoughts no care about things like 3d or 4d no care about fulfilment or doing it to get it or anything like that...I've been carefree i don't worry at all...we are always learning about life and spirituality but you don't need an awakening or some sacred knowledge to manifest

You can read these posts that helped me but please no more,thats it no need to scroll and scroll and search for an answer

You don't need to read it all throughly just get the main idea you're good (most of them are short)

https://www.tumblr.com/imperfect777/744087420843245568/stop-scrolling-on-tumblr-twitter-pinterest-etc?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/miracledarling/715265433528320001/the-key-to-manifesting?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sp0iledprincess55/744703729957257216/100-proof?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/dreamsintoreality111/672119540555153408/hey-do-you-prefer-to-change-appearance-through?source=share

My tips and experience..

All this time after being kinda obsessed with the void state (don't even get why people renamed the i am state by Neville lol) trying all things but just being lazy giving up restarting and going back to the old way of thinking, thinking 'why i fail' but now looking back and realizing i just got distracted and stopped never persisted .... now i realize how easy it is but what tumblr was doing was just discouraging me all along so many people lied or were misguided and said 'don't endlessly affirm just decide' implying if you try affirming you'll do it endlessly and never have what u want.. and so i listened....i used to watch sammy after a few videos last year i joined tumblr for a few 6 months at some point i was just reading things which have already been said and read..so i quit and decided to delete tumblr to just actually apply because reading the same thing over and over is no use...i'm now watching sammy ingram again so this is what i vouch for, affirming and thoughts watching sammy ingram (if just deciding or knowing seems like its not for you sammy ingram is great and in my opinion if i also just know or decide its mine then by affirming aren't i just reminding myself..'knowing' & 'deciding' in a way too?) again sammy joe dispenza is more helpful compared to tumblr over 6 months... i have logged back after a month typing this rn to help people and will delete my acc today even the creators i used to follow haven't posted in weeks and i urge people to leave tumblr after a certain point please live your life.

posting this for everyone who is currently overcomplicating the law and beating themselves up for not "doing it right". ♡

i want to add something: you can believe in all of these things (such as "feeling it real" instead of "affirming to get") and if it works for you, that’s good! that’s quite literally the law. but if it’s the opposite for you, if you think that it’s too much work and you would rather robotically affirm to get your desire, then do that.

i have seen both sides on tumblr and twitter, and they are both successful. it’s up to you what you want to make work for yourself!!

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brights-place · 4 months

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Clay x sassy fem! Reader Nsfw and sfw headcannons?

When I say sassy I mean she’s bold, straight forward, annoyed easily and other stuff. She’s strong headed and doesn’t take no for a answer type of sassy, and maybe bratty during sex too👀…

Clay with an sassy S/O

Pairings: Clay X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut and NSFW content MDNI! A/N: These are for those freaky people and clay simps I'm talking about me aswell yall... I love clay so much AHEM! Anyways I'm not gonna be on tumblr for alot cause yk Im prepping for some stuff for the next couple of weeks!

SFW

- You being sassy is so entertaining for him

- You being straight forward and bland makes him snicker especially when Viva tries to do something dumb with the two of you when hanging out You'd be most of the time voice of reason and clay also being an voice of reason for an slight amount before giving in so you are one who has to take control

- Loves how you can be bratty and rude towards people but can melt in his hands easily if he praises you for the smallest things

- When you get annoyed he soothes you easily by placing an hand on your arm or shoulder

- You two would be an power duo for work situations and just for your personal life - he tangles your and his hair and tail together as he tries to hold you back from going to insult or punch someone cause they talked smack about Clay and Viva (I headcannon they have tails, claws, fangs and paws cause its so cute)

- He loves when seeing you stand up for other trolls when needed and was so determined to make all putt putt trolls safe!

-he pretends that he hates when you act out and get pissed but secretly he loves when you're a brat and enjoys the sight

- He loves how bold and straight forward yet sassy you are but you are so different in bed (NEHEHHEHEHEHE *gremlin noises*)

NSFW

- OHOHOHOHO I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS

- He could be rough some days and soft on others it depends how you act but since your sassy and bratty he snickers. - When he was trying to work once you kept touching him groaning and whining about wanting him - When he said no to not letting in cause he was busy with work you literally left for an moment before appearing under his desk smirking up at him

- Clay wouldn’t admit it but when your bratty he enjoys it so much cause he can make you submit to him later on after he fucks the brains out of you

- When your being bratty and whine he likes to put you in your place

- biting hard and leaving hickeys as he grips onto your waist and thighs a bunch of times, whispering praises and degrading words against your ear

- Loves how he makes you whine after you kept trying to fight back for dominance but failing and you end up hiccuping in pleasure

- Overstimulates you so much

- Teases you he would just slowly thrust in and out of you or tease the tip of your member as you beg for him for more and cling to him sobbing

- When you continue being sassy he enjoys it so much and likes to place you in different positions while tugging your hair back

- decided to Mirror fuck you to show how he makes you feel this good and that you should obey him more while your drooling and he leaves marks on your skin

- He loves having control when you are doing it so he likes stopping his movements on purpose just to hear you whine and beg for him to go back to railing you

- He can be very cold, teasing you just to rile you up to see if you don't follow the rules and try be more straight forward and bratty.

- Uses overstimulation as punishment will force orgasm after orgasm until you are crying, begging for him to stop obviously you still wanna continue it though.

- Loved how he made you switch up so fast from being an bratty sassy troll to an drooling submissive person with how easily he man handles you

- Amazing at aftercare and make sure you feel special

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

©brights-place 2024 — do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works! if you fit my DNI list please don't interact!

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yeonjunszn · 11 months

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ASAP!

PAIRING! mark lee x f!reader

GENRES! fluff﹒crack﹒slice of life?

WARNINGS! as per usual, it is not a yeonjunszn smau without my sailors mouth — so mature language, coffee shop!au cause i work in one and couldn’t resist myself, this smau is actually a recreation of a yeonjun smau called cool it! by my bff past tumblr user yuitaru, manager mark era, kinda dumb reader (affectionate) era, milf lover jeno, insane jaemin and hyuck, chenle in his nepotism baby era tbh, there’s a fight scene somewhere, also annoying fluffy cute disgusting scenes here and there, an overt amount of coffee shop/barista references bc i am a master at my craft, mr. choi yeonjun has a cameo to pay homage to the original cool it!, ignore time stamps cause i was lazy lol, lmk if i missed anything!

FEAT! the rest of nct dream, yangyang + xiaojun + hendery from wayv, chaewon from le sserafim, sumin from stayc, mingi + the rest of the ateez ‘99 line, and yeonjun from txt

SUMMARY! you’re not exactly the best barista at zhong coffee, but for some unknown reason (his massive crush on you), mark thinks you can do no wrong. sick and tired of his favoritism and your lack thereof due to absolute obliviousness, your coworkers are determined to fix this problem. asap.

STATUS! completed!

BEGINNING! june 1, 2023

END! august 31, 2023

MORE! HELLOOOO im back bffs 😵 did u miss me??? i have a quick little disclaimer for u guys so i don’t get accused of stealing 😻😻😻🫶

thank u so much to rina my bff bestie soulmate for giving me the rights to recreate cool it! and sort of bring back such a fun smau </3 i’ve been working on asap! for quite some time now, between work and school, and i’m so excited i can finally share her with all of u 🫶 i do plan on going back to all my works that are on hold (including my 1k event LOL) but i was sort of burnt out for a while which is why i did all this in absolute silence 😋👍 anyway!! i hope i did her justice <3 send an ask to join the taglist!!

PROFILES! mark’s biggest haters | espresso patronum | the rest of chenle’s coffee maids

ONE! please no tweeting on the clock, y/n!

TWO! manager zoned is crazy

THREE! BACK OF THE LINE PAL

FOUR! go work at mcdonald’s or something

FIVE! common chenle L

SIX! i always knew u were a furry

SEVEN! call me karen from mean girls

EIGHT! mark antis 1 - mark 0

NINE! the best ever (1.1k)

TEN! NANEUN ALCOHOL-FREE GEUNDE CHWIHAE

ELEVEN! YESSSS GO GIRL BOSS

TWELVE! i don’t owe u shit freeloader

THIRTEEN! force and sheer determination

FOURTEEN! yoooo mark how it be? what it do?

FIFTEEN! pick me choose me

SIXTEEN! lunch break (499)

SEVENTEEN! DONG SICHENG ?

EIGHTEEN! hey guys this is god

NINETEEN! i will force his hand into a blender

TWENTY! chocolate croissant (841)

TWENTY ONE! #xiaojun_out

TWENTY TWO! grinders and coffee beans (951)

TWENTY THREE! what is a marky/n

TWENTY FOUR! shaking shivering sobbing

TWENTY FIVE! every summertime (1.08k)

TWENTY SIX! worlds worst barista. fired.

TWENTY SEVEN! cool it

#nct #nct smau #nct social media au #nct socmed au #nct mark x reader #nct mark smau #mark lee x reader #mark lee smau #mark lee social media au #mark x reader #mark smau #mark social media au #asap.mark❕#yeonjunszn

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mochamvgz · 6 months

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put your head on my shoulder

; the only thing in your mind while getting on the bus is sleep when you bump into yang jungwon.

; yang jungwon x reader

; genre: fluff, non idol au, friends to lovers (?)

; warnings: mention of reader being sleep deprived, exhaustion, the phrase "half-assed" used once

; 0.5k words

; tags: @inkelea @bunreis @sobun1est @kbookshelf

you heaved a sigh as you got on the bus, eyes roaming to look for an empty seat. you'd had a long, draining day and all you wanted to do now was flop on your bed and go to sleep. or the couch if you were too exhausted to make it to your bedroom. it felt like there were a hundred bricks weighing on your each of your shoulders and your back was stiff.

you spotted an empty window seat, the rest of the bus was packed. ‘perfect’, you thought, you preferred them anyways. then your sight wandered to the person sitting on the aisle side of that very seat you had locked your gaze on. (that's what it's called right?)

‘uh oh’

it was yang jungwon, your… sort of(?) friend whom you might have a teensy weensy crush on. ‘this cannot be happening right now!!’ strands we're sticking out of the low ponytail you'd hastily put your hair and you really weren't in the mood to socialise right now.

you looked around once again, hoping against hope for another seat to miraculously empty itself. but of course, nothing happened of that sort. meanwhile, jungwon seemed to have noticed you and waved at you, that adorable smile of his making itself at home on his face which caused his dimples to show. he pat the empty place next to him as if to beckon you over.

‘too late now’ you internally grimaced but waved back with a half smile in his direction. you went over and he stood up to let you sit on the window seat and settled back down in his aisle seat after you sat.

“long day?” he asked, he had probably spotted your dark circles which were the result of your lack of sleep. all you had to offer was a half-assed nod.

“you should probably catch a nap.”

“yeah I was planning on it.” your voice came out raspy. the bus was quiet during the end of the day. everyone was most likely going home from work so no one talked much. it was peaceful. the cool night breeze pouring through the half-open window was soothing, despite the fact that it made you shiver slightly and wrap your zip-up hoodie tighter around yourself.

you took off your glasses and put them in the empty water-bottle pocket of your backpack. you then leaned your head against the window pane, ready to doze off when you felt a hand on your shoulder. it was jungwon. you turned to look at him with your eyebrows slightly furrowed.

seeing that he had your attention, he patted his shoulder. “put your head on my shoulder, you’ll feel vibrations if you keep it over there which would be annoying.”

you couldn’t make out his expression that well in the dim lighting of the bus but his words made your cheeks flush a little despite your tired state. “thanks.” you mustered up a smile to show him you were grateful for his offer. you rested your head on his shoulder, a bit uncertainly.

his light scent filled your nose and it felt oddly comforting. you felt like you could get used to this. if only…

exhaustion swept you away to dreamland like a tidal wave.

you managed to catch a few words while you were still in between being awake and asleep but your brain didn’t register them right then.

“she looks so adorable when she's sleeping...”

; a/n: my first fic for a member of the maknae line!! yayy!!! i had the idea while i was on the bus on my way back home from school on the day of my last exam and i just knew jungwon would be perfect for this! ik i said something about a forbidden love trope fic and it's on the way!

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒔

summary - morgan gets hurt while at a family/friend gathering, causing all the women's instincts to kick in except yours. which doesn't end well for your relationship with a man from the 40s

warning - angst, swearing, no happy ending.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You didn’t know how it had all gone wrong. One minute, you were chatting with the girls, having a good time as you discussed life so far, and the next, one of the kids had fallen and hurt themselves, causing all of the women except you to go running. You didn’t think it would be a problem, and the child had many women coming to its aid. What was wrong with you staying seated? It wasn’t yours, and it wasn’t like you were entitled to go and help it. Your instincts usually kicked in when you were on the battlefield, and a child was in danger, but you weren’t. You were surrounded by friends and family, knowing the child wasn’t in life-threatening danger.

But apparently, your partner Steve had seen a massive problem with it. He was fuming because he thought that you should’ve gone over. He had thought that you cared for children and would have instincts. Steve couldn’t believe he was with someone who didn’t care, someone who he had thought of starting a family with. He couldn’t be with you if you didn’t even care for someone else's child. What would you be like with your own? Would he be the one who would have to care for and protect it? Steve felt like he had been blinded this whole time and was glad he finally saw the truth.

The car ride home was awkward. You didn’t know what had set Steve off, but he wouldn’t look or talk to you. “Steve? What’s wrong?” He grunts, his knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel, clenching his jaw harder as he refuses to answer. You gnaw on your bottom lip, shifting awkwardly in the seat, your heart pounding as you wonder if you did something wrong. When the two of you finally arrive at your house, Steve turns the car off and gets out quickly, slamming the door as he heads inside. You slowly get out to follow him, cautiously entering the house and heading toward the bedroom, where you notice him packing. “What, Steve? What are you doing?”

He doesn’t stop as he continues to pack. “I’m leaving.” You look at him confused, tilting your head as you begin to feel your heartbreak. You wonder why he’s leaving because you know there are no missions.

“What? What do you mean you're leaving?” Your brows furrow, growing annoyed at his lack of response. “Steve. What the fuck do you mean you’re leaving?!” You step closer, placing your hand on his, stopping him from packing for a second. You stare at his blue eyes that stare back with a hardened gaze, glaring at you and recoiling from your touch.

“I don’t think we’re right for each other. We want different things.” He growls out, pushing your hand off his and continuing to pack, ignoring how your breath hitches and the tears forming, not finding it in himself to care for you right now. “I can’t be with someone like you.”

You scoff. “What do you mean someone like me, Steve? We both want the same fucking thing? What the fuck changed?” You growl, now growing angry at his lame excuse. You push against him, punching his chest as he faces you. “Answer me! What the fuck changed?!” Tears now flow down your face, mixed with sadness and anger.

“You want to know what changed?! You didn’t even fucking move when Morgan hurt herself?! Everyone else fucking rushed over, and you sat there with no fucking care! I want to have a fucking family, but not with you. If you can’t care for a child that’s not even yours, that says a lot about you being a mother.” He growls, getting into your face, his finger poking your chest as you back into a wall. Steve leans forward, getting closer as he whispers harshly. “I’m sure I can find someone else who would fill the role perfectly. You aren’t needed for me to get what I want.”

You stare into his emotionless eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat as you nod. “Okay…” Your hands land on his chest as you push him away from you. “You do that. You go and throw away the many years of our relationship over something like this. Have fun finding someone who will put up with your shit like I did. You aren’t as fucking perfect as you like to think, Steve.” You growl, stepping away from him and walking out the door. You head over to the cabinet and grab a glass before grabbing your finest whiskey and filling it to the top. You ignore Steve as he watches you from the doorway, his bag on his shoulder as you skull the drink. Your eyes watch as the man you love walks away from you and out of your life. “Pathetic.” You shake your head, slamming the glass into the sink, ignoring how it shattered, and head over to the couch. You’d deal with it all in the morning. Right now, you just want to go to sleep.

thank you for reading!

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shygirl4991 · 2 months

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Cover art by @merp0515 Gmod art by @b-r-i-n-g-x Do not repost art (this fic is for my sib bringx have an awesome day!) Summary: Frustrated with SMG4, Three takes his stress out on a pair of dolls he put in Fours room. Slowly secret feelings slip out with a guest catching the whole show.

Tag: love confession, first kiss, dorks in love,fluff

SMG3 huffs walking away from four and the rest of the crew annoyed, SMG4 wanted to do a video testing everyone's skills in different challenges. Four knew that Three wasn't about eating challenges and other silly activities the others would be into, yet the man still told Three he had to eat a bunch of pasta against their avatar. He storms into the castle thinking on how to blow off steam since the group was using his cafe as background to help boost interest. He noticed that Four left his room open, there in the chest of his room were two doll made to look like their old design.

He keeps stomping as he makes his way to his partner's room, he slams the door shut and looks at the dolls. He picks them up frowning, seeing their old design brought back not so pleasant memories for him. He sits on the floor with the dolls and sighs changing the pitch of his voice he begins to move around the SMG4 doll “Oh Three mind doing some really stupid shit that will make you look like an idiot, haha that was a joke i dont give a shit go do it!” he picks up his doll and starts moving it “You're just giving me these roles cause you know i'm better than you, i'm A tier while your just a D tier scrub!”

He kept going back and forth getting his anger about the events out of his system, slowly something else surfaced as he brought the doll together. He blushed seeing how close the dolls were, he brought them closer as his heart raced at the thought of making them kiss. Is this something that he wanted?

He thinks back over everything they have gone through, he had to admit since confessing he saw the other man as a friend the pair had gotten closer. They joke around more, they hold hands more often not because he likes it after all they had to use their powers in that way. Lately he has not been able to get SMG4 out of his head, the idea of spending time with him made his chest feel strange. He thinks back to the last time he felt this way, he met Gary, he saved him from an explosion he caused due to using too much gunpowder they hit it off well until his obsession with SMG4 got in the middle.

He sighs dropping the dolls, everything that has gone wrong was because of the idiot. Yet at the same time all the best memories he had was also with the man, with conflicting emotions he grabs the dolls again and makes them kiss.

He smiles softly at the sight, it reminded him of their first kiss that Mario made them do. He acted like he hated it but deep down he knew he loved it, he changed his voice and moved the SMG4 doll “Your so awesome SMG3, no wonder you became tumblr sexy man. Lately my thoughts on you have changed.” he moves the other doll making it seem shocked “What are you saying SMG4!?” Lost in his game of pretending he doesn't hear the door open as SMG4 went to check on him. He blinks seeing Three sitting by his bed holding the two dolls, he slowly walks towards him hearing the man speaking.

SMG3 blushes feeling a bit embarrassed from what he was going to say “Well what i mean is i love you SMG3,” with that he makes the SMG4 doll kiss his. Seeing this SMG4 lets out a giggle “Hey Three what are you doing over there?” startled SMG3 screamed, throwing the dolls away from him.

Three turns giving the man an awkward smile “OH SMG4 how long have you been there?” Four couldnt help the smirk growing on his face as he looked at the dolls now abandoned. “Oh just got here, heard a voice in my room and wanted to check it out.” he then walks over and sits next to the man still smirking “What were you doing?”

Three lets out a nervous chuckle “Uh oh! Getting stressed out so I was teaching your stupid doll a lesson!” He smiles feeling confident that his answer lured Four away from the truth. Four hums picking up his doll then he turns to SMG3 “Well don't stop because of me let me help you out!” Three eyes go wide before he can decline the offer SMG4 presses the doll's lips on his cheek, causing him to blush.

Three stared wide-eyed at Four who then hides behind the doll “I can't help that i fell in love with you, we are friends now no longer rivals! I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. Could you ever forgive me?” still blushing he grabs his doll and talks behind it “Sure whatever this is fucking stupid why are we doing this?” Four moves the doll closer to him. Three was watching every move that Four was doing, nervous as to what the man in blue was planning.

“Because we had a fight earlier and i want to make it up to you,” Three blinks surprised to hear four words. Without thinking he leans forward, seeing this Four took his chance placing his own lips on Three. After the quick kiss, Fours face was dark red, he got up acting as if nothing happened “We should head back to the others!” Three gets up and grabs the blushing man pulling him into another kiss, dolls forgotten on the floor as the two share a kiss. As they pull away, Four looks at Three in awe, Three rubbing his arm “uh what just happened?”

Four shyly looked down “My confession with the doll wasn’t a lie, i got interested in dating…looked around and no one caught my eye. But that's when I noticed an apple already did and it's you..” SMG3 smiles hugging Four “You're such an idiot… I feel the same.” They pull away smiling softly at each other before leaving the room, Four then comes up with an idea. Telling Three he needs something he runs to his room and grabs the dolls, he places them on his bed now holding hands. He giggles and runs out of the room “HEY BABE NEW IDEA FOR A VIDEO!”

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #shygirl4991 #smg4 smg3 #smg43 #smg34 fanfiction #fluff #love confessions

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avatarl0v3r · 3 months

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Loose || Part one

Warning: Angst, cussing (?),

Pairing: Loak x fem!reader

yes yall ik its short and very rushed, im tryna get back into the feel of things because i havent written in awhile but i promise the next two will be better

if you ever start to wonder

why all the rain and all the thunder follows her around

you better cut that girl loose.

you wandered around the outskirts of the village lost in thought. throughout these past few months neteyam has been being more distant, ruder almost, but you never understood why he never told you anything anymore and when you'd ask, he'd getting annoyed and brush you off. you tried thinking of ways to help make him feel better but he's responses only made you feel worse than before.

most the time everything's fine.

"neteyam whats wrong?" you asked him softly as his back was turned to you "nothing, cant you just drop it i mean shit if im not telling you its for a reason." he said aggressively to you causing you to tear up and attempt to blink away the tears in a lousy attempt to stop them from pooling down your blue skin.

but as soon as she starts to whine

if you have no patience.

neteyam looked at you and rolled his eyes "why are you crying, you act like a child always crying for no reason." but it was for a reason, sure you could hold your own ground and hunt any animal and scare anyone but as soon as someone raised their voice at you even on accident, someone would turn the faucet in your eyes and they just pooled.

lo'ak watched this all from afar with a ach in his chest. lo'ak has been in love with you for years and even though he knew neteyam wasn't good for you, he could tell you were happy, and he wouldn't want to do anything to ruin your happiness even if it costed him his own. but seeing the way his brother had been treating you made him angry.

you better cut that girl loose.

"why are you treating her like shit, she doesn't deserve it?!" loak practically screamed at his brother one night in their families hut "if your gonna treat her like shit just break it off"

what are you, a coward?

"it's not my fault she's a cry baby and can't take criticism. im doing her a favor loak."

who are you helping?

"if you wanna do her a favor stop treating her like shit and break it the fuck off neteyam."

you got the power.

then do it yourself, king.

"what's me breaking it off gonna do for her then loak??"

and do it for her.

you better cut that girl loose.

"oh i dont know maybe!, stop making her feel like she owes you something, like she NEEDS to give you something," loak sighed in his hands shaking his head at his brother "either you treat her right or another man will."

a few days later they got the news they would be leaving the village to keep the people safe, the news shattered you whole being and in all honesty it shattered neteyam also, sure he was a dick to you the past weeks but what loak said got to him and made him have a reality check so when he told you he was leaving with tears in his eyes you just held him.

set her free

let her be

leave her be.

#avatar #avatar way of water #avatar x reader #pandora #lo’ak #neteyam #neteyam x reader #loak fic #loak x y/n #atwow loak #loak x you #avatar loak #loak sully #loak fanfiction #loak x reader #neteyam angst #atwow neteyam #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n

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starseungs · 1 year

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➳ cruel summer. lmh

• pairing: lee know x gn!reader

friendships can break. some even turn into enemies. that was a fact you unfortunately knew all too well.

• genre: angst with happy ending, fluff(?), longing (idk how to call that), childhood friends to enemies to lovers, slight college au, dancer!minho & y/n — 2.9k words

• warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, minho and y/n insult each other bcs its e2l

• note: #2 on my skz as types of childhood friends to lovers series | i swear not all fics in this series are mainly angst;; anw if you havent already noticed from the title, yes this is inspired by taylor swift's cruel summer^^ a small spin on the lyrics if i must say... cause summer isnt even the main setting in this-

Lee Minho was a menace in your life. You will never understand how he does it. Despite being a fairly normal (and by normal, you may or may not have meant that there was nothing going on for him) guy, he had a major talent for getting under your skin and igniting peeves you never even knew existed until he himself did it. At one point, you thought maybe your peeve was just Minho himself, instead of the actual action. After all, even the act of talking annoyed you greatly whenever it was his voice you heard echoing through the area. Fortunately, though, it wasn't like you were the only one being an absolute asshole—

—Minho disliked you with a passion as well.

If you were given a penny for every moment you both had some sort of argument, verbal or non-verbal, you'd surely be able to buy a house. And a penny isn't even that much to begin with. When asked, anyone who knows both you and Minho will probably give the same answer: put both of you in a room to do something, one says a single word, and hell breaks loose. The formula was pretty straightforward and simple, really. Everything was a fight between you two, and neither you nor Minho liked to lose. You'd think that being like-minded people would make you friends rather than enemies, and even you were surprised at first.

Because it wasn't always like this with Minho.

You don't exactly remember where it all went wrong, but all you do know was that somewhere along the way, Minho went from being your whole life to a person you could hardly stand to be in the same room with for more than ten minutes—constantly getting on each other's nerves; waiting for someone to break first and admit defeat. Making the whole thing even more frustrating was that the two of you knew each other a bit too well; a result of the deep friendship you both once cherished above all else.

Childhood friends. That was the category you begrudgingly acknowledged both of you fell under. What were once two inseparable children who refused to stay away from each other for more than a day. The friends who were seen as a package deal, even despite never being in the same class in the entirety of your elementary school years. Your families were even really close at one point—close enough where you could guess your mothers made a bet about the two of you's relationship. But just like an unexpected plot twist, all of those happy memories were washed down the drain along with your friendship with Minho.

You still remember how it started—a seven-year-old boy defending you from a rude classmate of yours back in first grade. It was when said classmate made fun of you for having cat-designed supplies (which, mind you, were actually really cute) that he considered was "lame" and "childish". As if he wasn't also a literal child at that time. Minho slid into the scene to show them a piece of his mind just before you were about to start crying, feeling humiliated and offended by the other boy's words. He defended you, or well, your appreciation for cats, with such conviction that you almost fell for him right then and there. You were really into the idea of romance back then. The whole thing was too petty for you to think of now, but back then, Minho was your knight in shining armor.

Friendship with Minho sailed smoothly from there. He approached you immediately after your rude classmate decided to leave you both alone, not seeing the fight as worth it anymore (good for him, you guessed.) Both of your interests in cats were something that bonded you two at the speed of lightning, earning you your first friend outside of relatives around the same age. He was your best friend for so long that the separation seemingly came out of nowhere, just the week before middle school started.

At first you didn't think much about it; you knew it was normal for childhood friendships to fall out around one's teen years, since it was the time where one would be meeting new people—but the more you thought about your everyday life without Minho, the more you missed him. Even more so that there was no actual reason for you two to suddenly act as if the other never existed, you just somehow came to the conclusion that this was supposed to happen one day. Who knows, it could have been teenage issues.

But then the radio silence turned into a chaotic battlefield in the blink of an eye. You got into dance around your second year of middle school and decided that your next course of action was to join your school's dance club. At the time, you were well aware that Minho was already a member of that club since his first year and thought it would have been great to reconnect with him there. Don't get you wrong through, you swore you didn't get into dance because of him. It totally wasn't because you loved seeing him have fun during performances that you wanted to try it out for yourself. Still, you had high hopes of joining this club—except that hope was shattered not even a week in.

"Look, we all know you're new to all this, but would it be too much for you to keep up?" You remember his harsh words like it was just yesterday. Oh, how you wanted to punch him so badly that day. The same week you joined, the club had an upcoming performance for the school assembly, and the current captain figured it wouldn't be a harm to add you in at the last minute. After all, they were still just in the middle of learning the routine and had about two weeks left until showtime. The other members seemed to agree too, seeing as you were the only new member and it would be such a waste to leave you aside. All except one person.

Now, you don't know what got into Minho's breakfast that morning during practice, but he targeted you throughout the whole day. It hurt your pride, of course—especially seeing that even the first years made mistakes during practice—but you were the only one he scolded. Sure, you had less experience than he had at this club and dancing in general, but you two were literally the same age! There was absolutely no reason to be this pissed, even if you did join a month after the year one recruits were brought in. Your dancing didn't suck either, you knew that much. As new as you were to the world of dancing, you knew you had good potential and a decent natural talent for it. How would you get into this club in the first place if you didn't? They had a whole screening process and everything. So there was only one logical reason for Minho's attitude towards you:

Hate. Lee Minho hated you.

Why? How would you know? But if he was going to be like this, then you surely wouldn't go down without a fight. If he thinks you're still the timid seven-year-old who couldn't even stand up for themselves at a mere childish insult, then your six years of friendship with him was a joke, because you've clearly changed since then. It was then that you swore you'd make him acknowledge it, even through the hard way. And you certainly did slap him in the face the following year when you became vice captain alongside him, despite the fact that it was only your second year. That wasn't good news to Minho, though—so as one would expect, your infamous arguments continued. The rest is history.

"If you're going to be like this, I'm asking for a new partner," Minho scowled at you venomously from the dance studio's speakers, pausing the song to rewind it back to the start. "Even if I have to beg our professor, it would be so much better than screwing up the final project because of you."

Wow, that one hurt. You inwardly winced at his ice-cold comment, feeling a small stab at your chest. His insults may have become dull to you over time, but that didn't mean you were unaffected by them. Never did you think you'd end up here: doing your semester's final project with Minho. Actually, you never would have guessed you'd go to the same college—let alone in the same major! As if enduring his presence for five years in middle and high school wasn't enough, he just had to still be there just when you thought you'd be able to turn over a new leaf. But no; along with his mere existence at your university was your thick tension-filled rivalry with him, and everyone was quick to catch on.

Never put Y/N and Minho, although both dance majors, in the same room.

Unfortunately, your professor seemed to have missed the memo—because he broke that unspoken rule when he announced the partners for the final project a week ago. Shameless gasps filled the lecture hall as all pairs of eyes snapped towards your and Minho's horrified ones. This was going to be a long two weeks, you remembered groaning in annoyance.

"Then do it," you spat strongly at him. "Tell him you can't accept it whenever shit doesn't go your way. Grow up, will you?" Minho only kept quiet and didn't say anything back to you for the rest of the day after that.

Thankfully, you two managed to complete the project with flying colours with the help of some heavenly deity (because there was just no way you two managed to achieve this much together on your own.) You stared cautiously as Minho handed you a bottle of your favourite drink. This was a new scene, his head hanging low in the glow of the vending machine underneath the dark sky. If you asked yesterday's you if there would ever be a time where you were caught in an intimate setting with Minho after all those quarrels, you would have said no. But here you were, facing him in the quiet of the night.

Vulnerable words were exchanged that night, minds finally understanding each other for the first time in years. Minho knew he was being a dick to you. He knew and yet did nothing to fix it. You were better off without him anyway. He wasn't a knight, and he would never be. Even if he saw himself through your eyes back then, his mind wouldn't change. Minho noticed early on that you were made to achieve heights he could only dream of—a fact he could never forget because everyone around him was saying the exact same thing. And as your best friend, that made him so proud. On the contrary, he was somewhat plain. At first he wanted to continue sticking by you because he thought he'd be influenced to do better; but the opposite happened and he was starting to influence you instead. That scared Minho, and the unknown pressure he personally put on himself made it seem ten times worse than it actually was—which, mind you, should not have been something he became anxious over.

He also knew it was stupid to cut ties with you so suddenly, but this was a chance for the both of you to start over a new life and live in the bubbles you both rightfully belonged to. That was why he felt like his perfect world was shattered when you found your way back to him through the dance club. What were you doing here? When did you even start liking dance? Was that because of him too? He wanted you to turn around and leave immediately. Yet the more he pushed you away, the more the thought of you kept crashing into his mind, not showing signs of leaving even in the dead of night. Minho was growing feelings, and he despised himself for it. So he did what he apparently was best at—continuing to make you hate him. His wishes for your happiness were the same reasons why you ended up having the worst time of your life with having to deal with his attitude towards you, all the while Minho was too busy trying to push you away to notice you were hurt by his actions too. Strong emotions can make you do idiotic things. He finally came to his senses on the day you filmed your project together, after days of thinking through what you had said to him back in the dance studio.

You didn't accept his apology. Even if he was sincerely sorry about it, there was no excuse for how he acted towards you. But that wasn't the reason why you refused to take his apology; it was because you had things to apologise for too. Minho wasn't the only one who had said and done less than kind things throughout this whole ordeal, so you agreed to be on civil terms. Your semester ended with a clean cut between the relationship between you and Minho.

Summer was boring, to say the least. You decided to go back and spend the break with your family in your childhood home. The neighborhood brought back fond memories; some of which were of little you and Minho hanging out after class. Speaking of him, you heard he came back home too—his house only a few down the road from yours. But it's not like you could just visit him anyway. You two were basically strangers now. Not even enemies or rivals. And maybe it hurt more than you thought it would because you found yourself missing his voice at random times of the day (even if his voice in your memories was mostly frustrated and annoyed.) In the living room, you often glanced at the door in hopes that maybe he would come and visit. It was driving you crazy.

You never thought of liking Minho romantically, but this cliched progression of events was seemingly proving you otherwise. To be fair, there's a chance that what you were feeling was just seeking for what was normal, but either way, it didn't change the fact that it still bothered you. Luckily, your high school class' get-together was the next day, giving you the chance to drink and forget, even just for the night.

Yeah, that party did not go as planned.

What was up with everyone looking for Minho? You weren't even in the same class back then! He wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. Frustrated, you decided to take a shot every time someone mentioned his name in front of you and ended up fairly drunk out of your mind. That must explain why you found yourself sitting in front of Minho's family house in the middle of the night with blurry vision, either from the tears that were threatening to spill or the alcohol. A click from the front door took you out of your thoughts, only to see a shocked Minho staring at you with wide eyes.

"Why the fuck are you here?" He asked, rushing over to lift you up from the ground. "Are you drunk? You smell like alcohol! Let's get you home." Minho placed your arm behind his shoulders and moved to drag you back to the sidewalk. You kept your feet glued to the ground as firmly as you could.

He looks at you with expiration. "Come on, Y/N. Don't make this difficult for the both of us, yeah? Your parents must be looking for you too." You kept quiet, the words you wanted to say stuck in your throat, unable to spill out although you really wanted them to. "Y/N? Did something happen?"

Fuck it.

"I miss you, Minho," you said in a whisper, feeling too weak to go any louder. "I missed you back then, and I still miss you now." Your soft cry froze him in his tracks. His silence was deafening, and you were left assuming the worst. It wouldn't be wrong for him to reject you like this. After all, you had just decided on closing your friendship for good around a week and a half ago, and what you've been feeling for him was still relatively new. Bracing yourself for the words that would probably leave you moping in your room for the remainder of summer break, you opened your eyes to look back at him.

And there he was, staring at you with so much emotion you couldn't take in.

"And so you do," he says back, just as softly. "If I say I missed you too, what would you want me to do?"

You felt the sharp shards of ice that were stabbed in your heart from the years of fighting with Minho slowly melt away. There was only one answer to that question.

"Kiss me." He sighs in content at your answer and pulls you closer, lips so close yet barely touching.

This little shit.

You grabbed his collar to close the gap, your lips crashing together as you felt sparks fly, illuminating the place in a light only you two could see. He pulls away slowly after a few seconds, grinning at you like a devil.

"Don't you dare regret this in the morning."

What a cruel summer.

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mytaiyakeylover · 11 months

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forget school, this s’comfier.

synopsis: you need to get ready for school, but seishiro has other plans for both of you today. well, just like every other day actually.

pairing: seishiro nagi x gn!reader

a/n: believe it or not, but this is my dream scenario🤭 oh, and please excuse the silly dialogue; i know it's dumb😩 also, sorry for deleting the original one. it’s just that tumblr had for some reason decided to label it as mature, so i had to repost it🥺

warnings: none, except for nagi using the word “prostitute” once. i’s not what you think, i swear!😭 there’s nothing suggestive behind it! sei is just oblivious af, srsly.

word count: 1.1k

ps: i want to emphasize that i have immense respect for individuals who persevere through challenging circumstances, regardless of their backgrounds. i don't intend to discriminate or disrespect anyone. this idea just crossed my mind, and i couldn't help but indulge in it. i admire people who continue to push forward despite the difficulties they face, and i will never disrespect them for simply doing whatever they can to overcome their challenges.

You huffed frustratedly as you tried to squeeze yourself out of the strong grip. Seishiro’s large body was draped over you like a thick, warm, but also very heavy blanket. Usually you would enjoy it, but the aggressive rays of sunshine were just by luck landing on your body, which made the added warmth emitting from your boyfriend only bothersome.

(E/c) colored eyes squinted harshly due to the annoying brightness that was streaming through the window. A grunt escaping your lips as you tried to push the sleeping giant off of you.

“Sei, wake up!” You whined, palms pushing against his chest firmly, but also with a hint of gentleness. The boy, however, only tightened his grip in response as he snuggled closer to you.

“Five more minutes,” he replied, voice muffled and puffs of air coming from his mouth sending ticklish sensations over your neck, causing you to giggle. Alas, no matter how much you wanted to, you simply couldn’t indulge the boy. Your teacher had said that you would be having an exam today and you had been cramming like crazy over the weekend for it.

“You literally said that half an hour ago,” you said, a childish pout etching itself on your lips. His answer didn't surprise you whatsoever; it had practically become a daily routine for both of you.

Every morning, you would try to coax Seishiro into freeing you from his confinement, and without fail, you received the same responses. They always varied between “Five more minutes” and “But you're so comfy, (Y/n).” On some days, when he felt particularly needy, he would say, “Can't you just ask Reo to bribe the teacher for you?”

He would always say that as if he didn't attend the same school or share classes with you. However, the most frustrating aspect was that you consistently stayed in bed, leading to scoldings from the teacher whenever you arrived. Well, Seishiro, for the most part. They weren't as strict with you because, unlike the lazy titan, you always studied hard and achieved good grades.

“Come on, Sei,” you huffed, giving him an exasperated look. “You know how much I’ve been studying for this algebra test.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” he muttered groggily, face nuzzling further into the crook of your exposed neck. “Excuse you, one of us has to go to school to get a degree and then a job. Or did you forget that you need to work to earn a living?”

“Work is such a hassle,” was the only response that you received and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. That was just such a Seishiro thing to say.

“I could be your personal prostitute though,” you blinked at that, the boy’s words not fully registering in your brain. Seishiro, on the other hand, was staring at you with his usual nonchalant expression, urging you to believe for a second that it might have been just your imagination. But the clock keeps ticking, and Seishiro is tilting his head as if he’s awaiting a response.

Suddenly, you feel the way your face begins to heat up. A part of you is pretty damn sure that you must be looking like a human-sized tomato by now. You try to speak, but nothing’s coming out, and for the first time since you woke up, you find yourself completely speechless.

“H-Huh?”

“Y’know, ‘cause you’ll be working for us both, which means you’ll basically be paying for me loving you,” he mumbled sleepily, his face now resting on your chest, much to your embarrassment. Your mouth keeps opening and closing, but no words come out, making you look like a fish. Seishiro remains completely oblivious, however, as you start squirming in his strong embrace.

“H-How c-can you sah-say that so ca-casually?” Seishiro arched an eyebrow at you, grayish eyes peering up at you quizzically.

Heart squeezing harshly at the way he was looking at you, beating so loudly you could practically hear it echoing inside your eardrums. You just couldn’t take it, he looked so innocent it almost made you burst. How he could say something like that without even batting an eyelash was beyond you.

Seishiro blinked at you, chin resting on your chest as he gazed up at you lazily. “Aren’t prostitutes paid to love someone because they don’t have a job?”

“Sei,” you trailed off, eyeing him hesitantly as he watched you with nothing but sincere perplexity. There was a moment of silence where neither of you did anything but stare at each other. Then your hand cupped his cheek, thumb caressing it tenderly as you looked at him with a sweet yet awkward expression. Seishiro didn't mind, however, simply leaning into your touch.

“You think prostitutes are actually romantic partners that refuse to have a job?” He tilted his head, his eyelids growing heavier with each passing second, as the softness of your voice worked like a lullaby for the white-haired boy. The blush on your cheeks had long gone fainter, as did the erratic beating of your vulnerable heart. Seishiro hummed at your inquiry, head bobbing sleepily as he was trying to nod in confirmation.

Hands brushing through his snow white locks, your (e/c) colored eyes looked at him with a fond expression. The fact that he managed to doze off so quickly was something you found utterly adorable and you couldn’t help but snicker with amusement at what a big baby he was. But then you paused, which urged the boy that was lying on top of you to furrow his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.

Lips pressing into a thin line, you spoke, “Sei, we still need to get ready for school.” The boy, however, ignored you in favor of his long awaited cuddles — as if he hadn’t been cuddling you the whole evening prior.

“Sei!” you whispered-yelled, right eye twitching in annoyance and embarrassment as the boy nuzzled himself further into your body. A sigh of contentment escaped his lips, and his face displayed nothing but pure bliss, as if he were in heaven. Another blush appeared on your face, and you felt as though you might faint. God, what were you supposed to do with this gigantic puppy dog?

“Don’t fall asleep damn it! We’re going to be late!”

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h3artbreakaaaaaa · 6 months

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Often (REPOST)

Shuri Udaku x Reader

A/n: hey everyone so I’m slowly coming back into my tumblr era I have just been busy with school and stuff. And so I simply was bored and just rewrite this fic and it’s literally one of my favorites I had wrote but I hope you enjoy:)

Warnings/Fluff, Cusring.

You sat at the makeshift vanity you made in your tiny apartment that you could barely afford because of being a poor college student. You were doing some final touches to your hair when your best friend came in “ Are you almost ready “ your best friend said as she watched you do your final touch to your hair as you were brushing your edges out. You then made the first swoop trying not to mess up your quick weave slick back high ponytail, Which you were proud of that you did yourself.“ All I have to do is my edges “ you say annoyed that she was rushing you to get ready knowing that when she did that it reminded you of one person.

Shuri mf Udaku

The princess of Wakanda, but to you she is your ex-girlfriend. You and Shuri were together for a very what felt like forever 2 years. And you always thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with her.

I mean she was perfect she was like an angel to you that you knew would never do anything to hurt you. At least not physically but everything that is gold doesn’t shine but that didn’t mean shit. She was a compulsive liar, staying in her lab “ working “ at ungodly hours. Always leaving In the middle of the night, staying on her phone 24/7, I mean the list goes on and on.

But you stayed because you truly loved Shuri and believed that she could change. And you knew she was going through tough times since the death of her mother and brother so you were patient with her. But that patience ran out very quickly and went into some complete bullshit because each time she made a mistake she would apologize “ I promise I can make it up to you y/n please “ or she would say some shitty ass apology and make it sound believable enough that your heart believed it.

But that was what all you thought when it came to your heart she wouldn’t play with it. at this point, you felt like were completely heartbroken after wasting 2 years of your life on someone who just lied and cheated on you.

You remember vividly the day you 2 broke up. It was about 5 months ago and all you can remember was you wanting to put your foot down in the relationship and maybe come to some type of compromise that could help benefit your relationship.

You walked into the lab and you saw Shuri at her desk smirking and typing on her phone. When she saw you she gave you a look of despair knowing that she told you before not to come into her lab without permission. You always wondered why you needed permission to come into a space where people are only working.

“ y/n,” Shuri said as she looked you in the eye, clearly annoyed with your presence.

“ What did I tell you usana, about coming in here.” Shuri said firmly with her jaw clenched as she was gripping her phone trying to hide the screen away from you.“ You don’t have to hide that you texting your little side hoe’s it ain’t even a secret that you a hoe your damn self!” you scoffed as Shuri then stood up in front of you as her height towered over you.

“ Don’t start that shit right now “

“ Don’t what? Call your ass out “ you yelled as it echoed in the lab while you and Shuri continued to look each other in the eye with obvious rage.

Shuri then gently grabbed your chin as she leaned into your ear “You don’t wanna do this right now usana, so I suggest you stop” Shuri whispered in your ear and then backed up to turn around and go sit back at her desk. She didn’t want to cause a scene in here, especially in front of the other scientists but you didn’t care you were angry and you had an issue you wanted to be handled now.

Before she could even sit down you quickly grabbed her phone and hid it behind your back as she turned around and gave you an annoyed look as she was already irritated. “ y/n/n, I don’t have time for this shit “ she said trying to get her phone back as you continued to hide it from her.

All you can remember was all hell broke loose as you and Shuri started to fight(not physically), and no not over a phone but because of all of the animosity between you too in the relationship. After that Shuri broke up with you as she claimed she was Tired of your “ complaining and whining” all the time. You then walked out of the apartment lobby that you have been living in for the past month since you had to move out of the palace and move back to the States after permanently leaving Wakanda for good not ever daring to look back.

“ Hey girl,” y/b/n said as you got in the car and put on your seatbelt. “ Hey “ you replied as she took the car out of the park and started to drive to the club. It was a silent drive for a little while until your y/b/n broke that silence.

“ you okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“ I mean y/n/n I know you haven’t been quite the same since the break up you know.”

“ What do you mean I’m fine”

But you weren’t fine, you were still heartbroken and even though all of your friends said you deserved better were you gonna find someone better? You couldn’t they just weren’t Shuri.

I mean yeah Shuri cheated and was manipulative but you still sometimes liked the way she made you feel and it wasn’t like you haven’t been with anybody since then because you know it wouldn’t feel or be the same. Because Shuri knew you and she knew you and your boundaries it just didn’t feel right to give that to someone else.

Before you knew it you were at the club you and y/b/n got out of the car and made your way inside and you both rushed over to the bar to order drinks. You both sat at the bar and talked as you both waited for your drinks. But then you were soon alone as a guy asked your best friend to dance. You glanced on the dance floor seeing her grind all over this guy, you smiled glad to see that at least she was enjoying herself.

You were never a big fan of going to clubs or partying. You are normally just always focused on school since you attended a local university here in Wakanda. You just then happen to glance up and that’s when you completely froze. You saw a Dora Milaje standing in the corner with a spear in bed and glaring at the crowd making sure nothing was happening.

You knew if you saw a Dora you knew only one person was here.

Shuri

As you quickly looked around you didn’t even realize she was standing behind you. All you felt then was their hand on your shoulder as you turned your head and what met with your ex-girlfriend. She had on black shades and a suit that looked so good on her it made you weak in the knees, Gold rings all along her long fingers and her curls were perfect. She smirked making eye contact with you as you could visibly see the gold grills on her perfect bottom teeth.

She then looked you up and down and licked her lips as she saw the sight of you.“ what are you doing here” you said a little nervous and she could tell as your body had tensed up.

“ Do I make you nervous?”

“ you didn’t answer my question”

“ Listen I didn’t know you were gonna be here but I wanna talk to you alone.”

“ hell no “

“ eh? Is it only because of us”

“ Please y/n I just really need to talk to you,” Shuri said as she now had both of your hands in hers as she was rubbing her thumb gently on the back of your hand.

“ Fine,” you said firmly as you rolled your eyes. But it was only because she looked good as hell.

You stood up and grabbed your purse and phone as you followed Shuri out of the club to get into her car, which was a black and purple Maserati.

She opened the door for you which made you roll your eyes as you got in but you couldn’t ignore the feeling that Shuri was looking at your ass.

You and Shuri walked into the palace and you followed her to your old shared bedroom.

As you were walking through the palace you started to get flashbacks to all the good things at least happened in you and Shuri’s relationship.

When you finally reached the bedroom Shuri held the door open as she let you walk in first before coming in and closing the door behind her.

“ So….” You say awkwardly standing in the middle of the room facing Shuri who was sitting on the edge of her bed.

“ y/n I’m gonna be completely honest I miss you. I miss you.” Shuri said as she took off her shades and laid them on the bedside table.’“ And I know you miss me too “ She said with a smirk wide across her face. You stood there as if you felt like you were going to melt right then and because it was true you did miss her you couldn’t deny it. Shuri then walked closer to you and put her hands around your waist.

At that moment it felt like your whole body was frozen. You knew that you couldn’t take her back after months of your trying to move on would be for nothing. If you had told yourself a couple of months ago you would be in a situation where you could take Shuri back you would do it. But it was like a devil and an angel were on your shoulder one side was telling you to take her back and the other told you to stop her.

But your body didn’t want to move you were stuck because you knew you needed Shuri mentally it was like you couldn’t live without her those months you spent wondering what she was doing forgive her for the times she neglected you had gone away in the one single moment

#black panther wakanda forever #shuri fanfiction #shuri x y/n #shuri x black!reader #shuri is a lesbian #shuri udaku #letitia wright shuri #letitia wright #shuri x reader

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gloriousrunwayninja · 15 days

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Lies and overcomplications like;

'You shouldn't feel lack' 'don't focus on the 3d' 'know that you have it and go on with your life' 'this is the only way you can manifest' 'don't try to affirm or visualize it won't work its just endlessly affirming' 'you have to live in the end or you won't manifest' 'feel it know' the amount of 3d and 4d 'live in imagination' is all a bunch of bs what Neville said is not the final! And you all seem to forget that

You can do all that and still get what you want sure! you can manifest this way too but why overcomplicate it?

You can read these posts that helped me but please no more,thats it no need to scroll and scroll and search for an answer

You don't need to read it all throughly just get the main idea you're good (most of them are short)

https://www.tumblr.com/imperfect777/744087420843245568/stop-scrolling-on-tumblr-twitter-pinterest-etc?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/miracledarling/715265433528320001/the-key-to-manifesting?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sp0iledprincess55/744703729957257216/100-proof?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/dreamsintoreality111/672119540555153408/hey-do-you-prefer-to-change-appearance-through?source=share

My tips and experience..

I I agree with you tysmm for this I also left tumblr cuz I just felt so discouraged but now I'm doing much better and found what method work better for me and it's going good

#law of assumption #the void state #ask #manifestation #answered ask #affirmations #my asks #neville goddard #anon ask #manifesting

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