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seuonji · 6 months

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彡 my days won’t end without you. — hong joshua

notes ๑ yn & svt idol!au. ever since you and joshua have started dating, he found it weird leaving work without you.

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ non

word count ๑ 0.9k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

“what do you want to eat tonight?” joshua whispered.

he came to visit you as per usual just outside your practice room. since you two have became an item, as days go by he becomes clingier and clingier. you two have started to be seen as hybe’s married couple and you two couldn’t disagree either. you two had a shared apartment and bickered like a married couple, the only thing missing was a ring on your finger.

and joshua would do anything to see you in between you and his breaks even if it’s just for a few seconds. jeonghan jokes that they should just make seventeen and your group’s practice rooms right beside each other.

earlier, he had messaged you saying he was gonna pass by your practice room which was really more of a “come outside i miss you.” demand, but to his surprise you were already outside. he nonchalantly skipped over to you but still maintained a distance. however the smile plastered on his face instantly turned into worry when he saw your exhausted expression. he didn’t even need to ask if you’re okay, he already knew the answer.

he’s been an idol long enough to understand why you looked so down. but most of all, he knew you and how strict you were with yourself when it came to your performances so as he saw you, he easily assumed you were having trouble with the choreography to your new song or your recording in the studio wasn’t satisfactory to you.

if he could hug you right now, he would.

but he can’t, thus he relied on cheering you up verbally and asked you what do you want for dinner, just to lighten up your mood and so that you’d have something to look forward to!

“what do you want to eat tonight?” joshua whispered.

“am i even going to make it out of this building before today ends?”

the day already ended actually, it was currently 12:41am, you were just too tired to have a sense of time. joshua took a peek to the clock at the end of the hallway and bit his lip not wanting to make your mood more foul.

“even if you go home at 5am or 10am, you’ll be going home with me,” he squinted his eyes showing his seriousness.

“no shua, go home, i know you’re already done with practice,” you leaned on the wall beside you to relieve yourself from carrying your tired self up.

“i can wait yn, how much longer could it possibly take?”

“i can’t get this part of the choreo down i might be here all night,” you crossed your arms, closing your eyes out of exhaustion. you were worried about how you were being perceived in joshua’s eyes but at the same time, you were too drained to give mind to it.

joshua stayed quiet. he understood the situation and why you felt this way so he really wasn’t bothered, what bothered him was how it was affecting you.

“i’m sorry,” you blurted after the silence lasted too long.

joshua took a step forward and gave a reassuring smile, “yn, don’t be sorry, it’s your job and come on, i’m your senior, you think i don’t know how tiring practice can be?” he tried to convince you he understood and that you weren’t being a burden. joshua was never one to care about treatment of juniors to seniors but he was pulling that card today.

“just do what you have to now, when you’re done, we’ll go home together and i’ll cook your favourite food. if you still feel like being a workaholic, we can go through your choreography together, how does that sound?” he tilted his head with a sweet smile

“wow, ‘go through the choreography together?’ when did you join the performance unit?”

joshua was apalled despite knowing it was a joke, “i’m seventeen i am basically the performance unit!”

your corners of your lips slowly turned into a smile as you laughed. internally, joshua felt accomplished.

“so, we’re getting out this building together, at the same time?” joshua wanted a clear answer.

“i’ll finish up as fast as i can,” you gave an indirect yes.

“that’s my yn, but also just take your time, i’ll wait.”

you bit your lip and nodded before turning to get back to practice. but just before that, joshua tugged your shirt stopping you in your tracks. as he leaned forward, his mouth levelled to your ear and there he whispered, three sweet words.

“i love you.”

you two have already said it so many times yet hearing it now, it caught you off guard but you quickly brushed it off, “see you later hong jisoo.”

“you government named me?!” he quietly screeched.

you opened the door to your practice room and stuck your tongue out, teasing him.

his eyes were wide, not out of anger but out of shock. when did you learn to get so cheeky? in reality you’ve just been hanging out with him too much.

he placed his hands in his pockets and walked away chuckling to himself. he may have told you to take your time but he really couldn’t wait for your practice to end.

you’ve heard joshua say i love you so many times, yet today, it stuck in your head making practice ten times harder than it already was.

but needless to say, you can’t wait to get over with practice and leave this building with the one you love.

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thegettingbyp2 · 2 months

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hiiii i have an austin butler request can you do one where he gets jealous because his girlfriend is an actor and she had to do a sex scene with someone else? it can be smut or angst :)

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Austin had been slightly off with you all morning. You’d woken up, wrapped in his arms, as usual but the moment you had come back into the room with a coffee for you both, he seemed to have withdrawn from you slightly and it was taking you forever to figure out what it was. It wasn’t until you picked up your script, planning to go over the pages that you were shooting that day that you realised what was wrong.

‘Baby?’ you said quietly, leaning your head on his shoulder when he came to sit next to you on the sofa, his third cup of coffee that morning in his hand. ‘Are you okay with me filming this scene later?’

Austin looked over at you with a small frown on his forehead as he took a sip of his coffee. ‘Of course, I am, why wouldn’t I be?’

‘Because you’ve been acting weird all morning and you’re on your third coffee of the day and it’s only 10am. If you’re not okay with it, you can tell me you know,’ your fingers started tangling in the hair at the back of his head, your nails scratching at his scalp lightly, causing his eyes to flutter closed and his head to tip forward slightly.

‘I’m fine with it, I’m not happy that I’m going to have to sit and watch you have sex with someone else, even though I know it’s not real, but we both have to do these kinds of scenes sometimes,’ he replied, shrugging, lightly before looking over at you, a small smile on his face.

‘You don’t have to come to set today if you don’t want to.’ You took the coffee from his hands and placed it gently on the coffee table before swinging your leg over his lap until you were straddling his lap, bringing both of your hands to either side of his neck and bringing your lips down gently on his. ‘But you do realise that the whole time, I’m going to be wishing it was you and that we were in our bed.’

Austin hummed happily, his hands settling on your waist as he murmured against your lips. ‘I’m coming to set. I need to make sure that whoever it is you’re filming with understands that he doesn’t get you.’

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You groaned in annoyance as you threw yourself down onto the bed in your trailer. You’d been trying to film the scene all day and every single time, the director found something wrong with it and decided that you needed to film it again. You could see that it wasn’t easy on Austin either. Every time the director said that he wanted to film another take, you could see Austin growing more and more annoyed as well.

A small knock came on the door of your trailer and Austin came in a second later, crawling onto the bed next to you and wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah,’ you sighed heavily, turning around in his arms until you were looking at him, ‘just annoyed.’

‘You realise that he’s screwing up the scenes on purpose right,’ Austin said tightly, his grip tightening on you, ‘he’s screwing up the scene so you have to do it again.’

You smirked lightly as you ran your fingers through his hair and leaned in to press a peck to his lips. ‘Are you jealous?’ you asked, amusement colouring your voice.

‘Of course, I’m jealous,’ he replied, smirking back at you, his hand coming to up the back of your head. ‘Some actor thinks he’s being clever by prolonging the sex scene with my girlfriend.’

‘The next take I’m going to make sure that we get it.’

Austin was quiet for a second before he rolled over until he was hovering over you. ‘Well, how about I show you how it’s done well so you have something to focus on when you go back in there and you can make sure you get the scene done? How does that sound?’

You nodded enthusiastically and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. His tongue swept across your bottom lip and your lips parted on instinct, allowing him to deepen the kiss as one of his hands moved down your body to quickly untie the dressing gown that you’d thrown on before leaving set, leaving you in just the nude underwear that you were required to wear for the scene.

Austin groaned and attached his lips to your neck, being careful not to leave any marks as his hands quickly and gently, unhooked your bra and pulled your panties off of your legs. His lips moved down to your chest, wrapping around one of your nipples and sucking gently as his finger ran through your pussy, pushing his finger inside you. ‘You’re so pretty,’ he murmured as he began to thrust his finger into you gently, crooking his finger every now and then causing your eyes to flutter closed.

‘Austin,’ you gasped, moving your hand down to his wrist, stopping your movements, ‘we don’t have time, I’ve got to be back on the set in - oh!’ You were cut off when he pushed a second finger inside you and your hand fell away from his wrist.

‘You can be a little late, just say that you were practicing,’ he said softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek and somehow, that single gesture had your cheeks flushing.

He kept gently rocking his fingers in you, his lips trailing a path down your neck and shoulder while one of his arms was pinning your hips to the bed. When your first orgasm hit, your fists scrunched in the duvet on the bed and Austin moved his lips back to yours, kissing you deeply, muffling your moans.

‘Need you,’ you whined against his lips, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and trying to pull it up and off of his body. His hands covered yours as he helped you remove his t-shirt.

‘Hey, I’m right here,’ he said calmly when you whimpered as he leant back to push his sweatpants down his legs before crawling back over you. One of his hands wrapped around you, his hand pressing against your back, keeping your chest pressed against his as he lined up at your entrance and pushed into you. ‘There you go,’ he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

He pressed his forehead against yours as he began to gently thrust in and out of you, keeping you as close as he physically could. You didn’t know how to explain it, probably due to the stress of having to repeat the scene over and over again, but you couldn’t bear the idea of being away from Austin in any way and Austin, being the amazing boyfriend that he was, seemed to sense that.

‘Austin,’ you gasped, your hands gripping onto his shoulders, your nails digging slightly into his skin, making him hiss in pain and pleasure. His pace sped up and the only thing keeping you grounded in the moment was the feeling of his arm around you. He was so close you felt his breath fan against your neck and you let your head fell backwards, Austin’s hand quickly moving from your back to cradle your head.

‘Look at me, baby,’ he murmured, making your eyes open, being met by Austin’s face centimetres away from your own.

‘I love you,’ you whispered in a cut off moan, your hand coming up to cup his face, your breath being pushed from your lungs with every thrust. ‘I’m so close.’

‘Go on, baby, cum for me,’ he whispered, nipping at your jaw gently as he moved his hips, brushing against your g-spot, throwing you head first into your orgasm. Your nails dug further into his shoulders and you felt him still inside you as he let his orgasm wash over him.

You both stayed wrapped up in each other for a few moments as you came down from your highs and you buried your head in Austin’s chest, feeling your eyes grow heavy as you listened to his heartbeat. ‘You can’t sleep just yet, baby,’ he murmured softly, lifting your head off of him gently and tilting your head until you were looking at him.

‘Don’t wanna go back to set,’ you mumbled, pouting slightly and making Austin chuckle. Austin moved out from underneath you, helping you sit up on the bed and crouching down in front of you.

‘I know, but as soon as you go and get this done in one take, we can go home and curl up in bed, how does that sound?’

You smiled softly at him and leaned down to kiss him once more. ‘Fine. But can we stop off and get dinner on the way home?’

Austin grinned at you, picking up your hand and kissing your palm. ‘Anything you want.’

#austin butler #austin butler smut #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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you absolutely killed my last ask (unlike gun with those poor people)!! to make up for the toxicity, i feel like sammy should be allowed to relax/be spoiled by his partner. not his regular 'the most expensive brands i can find', but sleep in, breakfast in bed, back rub, and diy face masks vibe. i don't think he's ever experienced it, and would love to see his confusion🌺

I am but a weak little person, especially after reading @lookismfanfics soft Samuel here. Sorry for the delay and thank you for this ask my sweet flower anon! There is pretty much ZERO toxicity here, and just a whole lotta love!

Samuel Seo x Reader: Spoiling Sammy

3 very fluffy, very indulgent scenes: back rub, bath, birthday

Samuel is surprisingly easy to fluster.

He's not used to tender touches or calm caresses. At least without giving anything in return.

The first time you lay your hands on his shoulders, giving him a massage and rebuffing his advances, he eyes you with suspicion. All the suspicion. Why are you touching him if you didn't expect any pleasure for yourself?

"Just relax," you instruct. And he tries. He really tries.

Little by little, tension leaves Samuel's body. This is... nice. Shoulders no longer stiff with stress, and a weight lifted. Before long, he is groaning as you continue to work out the knots and rub his back.

The noises slipping from his lips is what snaps him out of his daze. Why the hell is he moaning and feeling vulnerable from this simple gesture.

Hiding his blush, Samuel bats your hand away with some excuse of needing to make a call.

Workers is full of idiots and bullshitters, and no-one can ever convince Samuel otherwise.

He slams the front door, wishing that it was Eugene's head trapped there. Samuel could do his job a thousand times better, a million. How dare he-

"Sammy?" you poke your head out of the bathroom at his angry mutterings - another standard day in the office then, "Come here!"

Fuck, what a shit day.

He drops his jacket carelessly on the floor, and yanks his tie off as he makes his way towards you. Samuel just needs to decompress tonight, he doesn't have it in him to do anything else. Some peace and quiet. A bath, and a glass of-

"Whiskey?" you offer, handing him his favourite readily poured into a crystal tumbler.

Candles are lit, soft music drifts out, steam fills the air. The bathtub is full. And are those rose petals floating in the water?

"Is... is this for me?" he asks, and you nod enthusiastically.

You really didn't need to do this. You really shouldn't have done this. Now Samuel finds a lump in his throat and a tightness in his chest.

He thinks you might be his favourite person.

Samuel awakens to the faint whiff of burning, and commotion coming from somewhere in his penthouse.

The initial annoyance, as he plods barefoot into the kitchen, is soon replaced with bafflement at the utter chaos you have created. It's not even 10am on a Saturday. At what unholy hours did you have to get up to cause all this?!

On the counter sits the ugliest cake he has ever seen.

Lopsided and tilting. Uneven frosting. A frankly obscene amount of sprinkles. Some scribbles that could read 'Sammy' if he removes his glasses and squints.

He suspects it might even be poisoned.

The rest of the kitchen fares no better. It looks like a bomb had gone off.

You stand there, undeterred, like the cat who got the cream. Flour in your hair, a smile on your face.

"Happy birthday, Sammy!"

Oh.

He doesn't recall the last time he celebrated his birthday, nevermind ever having received a homemade cake.

Damn you and damn the way you have bulldozed your way into his heart.

Samuel finds himself completely head over heels.

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism fic #samuel seo x reader #samuel seo #seo seongeun x reader #seo seongeun #wannaeatramyeon

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lizzieislife94x · 4 months

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Professor L/N (e.o)

Requested ❤️

GirlxGirl

Legal age gap y/n is 27 let's say and lizzie is 22

LizziexFem Reader

Y/ns POV:

"Does anyone know where Elizabeth is she's late again" I yell as I look at my watch this girl forgets my class starts at 9am "I'm so sorry I'm late professor l/n my car broke down" I look up to see the missing student "miss olsen I'm not impressed class started at 9am it's almost 10am stay behind after class now hurry and take a seat before I make you stay behind the rest of the week" I say with no mercy in my tone this girl always late and always in a world of her own everytime I look at her she's day dreaming but on the other hand I shouldn't be looking at her the amount of times I do during each lesson "professor are you ok you seem in a world of your own" a young man asks bringing me out my trance "yeah I'm fine thank you lost in thought anyway miss olsen open your book to page 91 and read till the bell rings" I state as I start to mark papers from Friday I missed after a while the bell goes as I continue to mark paper "miss olsen you stay there please and thank you"

Lizzies POV:

I just can't help staring at her she's perfect the way her smart dress pants hug her legs and ass the way her shirt is unbuttoned at the top not showing to much but allows the imagination to run wild I don't know why I haven't been kicked out of her class yet I'm forever day dreaming about professor l/n she invades my mind and I don't care at all as I'm about to leave I hear her serious tone telling me to stay seating and I don't dare argue "yes professor l/n" I say low as I play with my fingers, it's been 10 minutes and she's not said anything she's just sitting marking the students work "umm professor l/n is there anything I can do or have I to just sit here" I say hesitantly she looks up briefly then back at the work not uttering a word.

Y/ns POV:

I continue to mark (just noticed I've been using that rather than grading sorry guys) as I'm going through the work and I hear her soft voice I look up before looking back at my work why am I feeling awkward I quickly think "um you can go around and fix all the seats under the desks Elizabeth thank you" I hear the noises of the chars hitting the desks and look up staring at her for a moment biting my lip, don't think about her like that y/n she's your student you can't cross that line "once you're done Elizabeth take a seat in front of my desk" I yell looking back at my work "yes professor" after 5 minutes she pulls up a seat and sits infront of my desk as I put my pen down and sit up straight crossing my arms "so Elizabeth we need to chat you've been late a few times now and you never concentrate in my class your always in a world of your own" I say looking at her as her cheeks start to flush red she looks a little flustered causing me to smirk wondering what she'd look like all flustered and moaning under me no no y/n control yourself "I'm so sorry professor my car really did break down and I thought I was doing fine in your class" she looks down not looking at me "oh no miss olsen your not paying attention at all tell me what runs through that pretty little head of yours"

I say as she looks even more flustered "I I I um" I reach forward to place my hand on her hand "you can tell me anything you say to me will be said in confidence I promise" I say to reassure her genuinely wondering what she thinks about "I I can't say it" I gently rub my thumb across her knuckles it's wrong I shouldn't be rubbing her hand but I want her to know she can open up to me "it's stupid and embarrassing" I lean over and lift her chin making her look at me "I'm sure it's not stupid or embarrassing" I let go if her hand sitting back in my chair "I can't help but admire you when I'm in class I can't help but stare and day dream" she almost whispers taking me by surprise I go to speak before stopping to chose my words carefully "day dream about me how do you think about me inappropriately Elizabeth" I whisper in a seductive voice making her look up with wide eyes like a dear in headlights "I umm fuck I mean shit sorry" she stops with a sigh the words not siding with her making me giggle I push my chair back and lean back looking at her with an amusing smirk "don't act all shy miss olsen you can tell me may as well you've told me this much put that pretty mouth to good use and tell me what you think about" I tease as she looks up at me thinking of her next words "well for today for instance I can't help but stare at the way your pants hug your legs and ass so fucking perfectly making your ass look amazing I can't help but Stare at the way your shirt is open enough to just show enough but let the imagination run wild and fuck my imagination runs wild everyday" she confesses almost as if she's rethinking gently biting her lip fuck that was hot "here I thought you where an sweet innocent girl Elizabeth but you think such naughty thoughts about me daily"

I say standing up slowly walking towards her making her gulp I place my hands at each side of her chair and lean over just enough to expose my cleavage to give her the perfect view "what's the matter babygirl cat got your tounge" I whisper as her eyes stay glued to what she can see "fuck...." she breaths out "you wanna see them baby?" I smirk as I run my hand over her cheek gently causing her to nod "then unbutton my shirt honey don't be shy" I smirk as I place gently kisses along her jaw towards her lips causing her to moan once I reach her lips I smirk biting her lip gently as she unbuttons my shirt with shaky hands "relax honey you're in good hands" I smirk as she moans a little as I continue kissing my way to her neck sucking gently until I hear her sighing as I find her sweet spot I feel my shirt being pushed to the floor and step back looking at how flustered she looks "you look so fucking cute all flustered miss olsen" I smirk walking over running my hand up her thighs slowly spreading her legs as I work my hands higher "fuck professor l/n" I work my hands higher till I feel her panties and run my fingers over her clothed clit biting my lip at the moans leaving her lips "so wet baby such a naughty girl" I sink to my knees and push her skirt up and pull her panties off throwing them on my desk "tell me what you want baby I need words" I say a little to excitedly "fuck uh I need to feel you inside me" I smirk and lower my head putting her legs over my shoulders as I leave little kisses on her clit her moans encouraging me as I go I run my tounge through her folds as she grips my hair with one hand and slaps the other over her mouth I work my tounge down to her entrance slowly teasing it smirking as she wriggles in her seat I grip her hips pinning her in place and mumble "be a good girl babygirl stay still" I look up as she only moans and nods in return as soonas she nods I slide my tounge inside her dripping cunt holding her tighter as she starts to moan louder almost screaming as my tounge brushes against her sweet spot "oh fuck do...don't st...op" she screams as I use my thumb to rub her clit I feel her walls tighten around my tounge as I work my tounge and thumb faster after a few seconds I feel her squirt all over my face with a scream I continue to thrust my tounge slowly as she rides out her high once her breathing returns to normal I slide my tounge out and sit up looking into her eyes "mmmh you taste so fucking good Elizabeth" she blushes and bites her lip "that was amazing" she breaths out pulling me into a bruising kiss I moan as our tounges work I unison once breathing becomes an issue I pull away and smile "but seriously we need to work on this being late thing" I say with a laugh as she giggles and fixes herself 'my turn to make you feel good" she says with a seductive tone pulling me close "not today babygirl we have plenty of time for that but today was about you" I say with a smirk as we finish up and head out to the parking lot before going our separate ways.

AN: I'm so sorry if this is terrible been super busy been writing it hours apart lmao I never knew the few days leading up to a wedding could be so stressful and busy haha anyway I hope it's readable and enjoyable 😉 I'll get maybe the other request I have, done tomorrow have a great day/night and stay hydrated people word count almost 1.7k

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lefluoritesys · 6 months

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So, this is a bit of a different post than usual, it doesn't directly relate to systems, but I really gotta share.

So, our partner system and us, we sleep on VCs. Main reason being, it just feels safer that way and feels like we're closer to each other. And we have like... a 7 hour time difference (to put it in perspective, their 10am is our 5pm), so we can also soothe each other's nightmares if we have them.

And yesterday was a pretty stressful day for us. As well as, we just felt sleepy and couldn't get anything done due to that. I was regressed, and they were still sleeping, it was almost 5am for them (almost 12pm for us). So I unmute my mic, and I call one of their alters who I see as a parental figure and who wasn't even fronting at that time. Wakes up, immediately fronts, asks me what's wrong, and I tell them that I want to be lulled to sleep. Cause I'm small and sleepy, but I want my mum to help me fall asleep. I am also apologizing cause they have work in a few hours, and I'm waking them up, not letting them sleep... and I get the "no apologies, baby, you're so small, of course you want your mum to lull you to sleep."

And we had another ex-partner system before that who told us, very explicitly, that we're foolish for trying something with our partner system, all because of a minor inconvenience that they didn't like (and that I won't bring up). I didn't listen, for the first time ever stood my ground... and so I went from a system who claimed that giving us any reaction to anything we send or are passionate about was "not something they were taught" (to the point where talking to them and talking to a wall made no difference), to a partner system who is willing, and encouraging us, to wake them up at night if we need them for literally anything.

So like, romance, friendship, QPR (queerplatonic relationships) are cool and all, but will they wake up in the middle of the night because you need affection? Cause ours will. And that's probably our biggest flex. /semi-ref

(@the-soup-system)

-host

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maccreadysbaby · 6 months

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: abuse

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

part two

❝ THE PUPPETEER ❞

WEDNESDAY — 10:10AM

HIS FATHER OPENED THE DOOR AFTER TEN THE NEXT MORNING, TO FIND BENTLEY CURLED UP AGAINST THE DOOR.

He hadn’t slept much — it only came in small bursts that ended just as quickly as they started. Usually because of a distant noise or something he imagined he heard.

He squinted against the light when the door was opened, relieved to see his father on the other side. His suit was freshly pressed, his deep red hair was done, and he looked just as tidy as normal. The golden sunlight streaming through the dozens of windows made him glow.

Bentley pushed himself off the floor, refusing to make eye contact with him. “Father-“

“Don’t speak. Come with me,”

The man grabbed his upper arm, and Bentley gasped at the sudden pain. The spot where he’d dragged him to the closet the night before was undoubtedly bruised. It wasn’t the first time Bentley had handprints bruised on him, and it surely wouldn’t be the last. He grabbed his father’s wrist out of reflex, trying to push it away.

“Father, my arm-“

“What am I gonna do about it, Bentley?” He squeezed the spot just for good measure, and Bentley winced, stifling a little sound that tried to shove its way out. “It’s just a little pain. Grow up.”

Bentley said nothing as his father tugged him down the hallway. He was able to keep his own two feet underneath himself this time, which was good, because it meant his father wasn’t holding onto him so tight. The man took him past the sitting room, past the kitchen and up the velvet-lined stairs to the second floor. He walked along obediently, like some kind of dog as his father took him into… his office?

There was a massive wooden desk in the center. The walls were lined with bookshelves that only split enough for the windows to fit. There were trinkets on shelves and priceless items spread about, things Bentley had only peeked at before. He wasn’t usually allowed in there.

“Sit at the desk,”

The child wordlessly obeyed, taking a seat in the plush office chair that sat behind the desk. His deep brown eyes bounced around the room, from the oddly patterned rug, to the sheer curtains, to the pendant light above his head.

His father leaned backwards against the desk, his features softening to something almost… sorrowful. His eyes seemed to glimmer more than they usually did. “You know I love you, right?”

At once, Bentley froze, his eyes flicking up to meet his father’s. When was the last time he’d heard those words?

The child twisted his fingers together. “You… you what?”

“I love you,” His father repeated. He reached out with a delicate hand, and Bentley flinched out of habit. But his father didn’t seem deterred. He continued to move forward until his knuckles grazed the boy’s cheek, softly and uncharacteristically gentle.

Bentley felt his breath hitch at the contact, and suddenly, tears prickled at the corners of his eyes.

Crying is a sign of weakness, his father’s voice echoed in his head, so he pushed the feeling away.

“The way I treat you, the way I raise you — I do it so you can be successful,” His father didn’t remove his hand from its spot on the boy’s cheek, and hesitantly, he started to lean into the gentle touch.

“I teach you the hard lessons so you don’t have to learn them from anyone else,” He stroked Bentley’s face, and he closed his eyes. “Because I want what’s best for you. I always have.”

Bentley’s eyes kept stinging. When was the last time his father touched him without causing pain?

And suddenly, the feeling was ripped away. Bentley hadn’t even realized how heavily he’d been leaning on his father’s hand until he almost toppled over from its absence.

“And that, son, is how you manipulate someone,” The man stated, every hint of gentleness fleeing from his expression and tone as he backed away from the desk. “With your words, your touch, your eyes… you can make people fold in the blink of an eye. People you never thought would fold. You believed me, didn’t you?”

Bentley blinked, suddenly feeling very naked in front of his father. He pulled his knees up in the chair. Why did his cheek feel so cold?

“I… you don’t… you were lying?”

His father sighed heavily, shaking his head. “I’m going to teach you how to do what I just did to you. How to take peoples pasts, their desires, their fears, the tiniest sliver of information they present to you… and twist it into a net they can’t get out of. How to tie strings around the wrists and ankles of every person you meet so they bend to your will. Move when you move.”

His father pulled open a desk drawer and grabbed a stack of files.

“I’ve asked myself for a long time, what’s the most efficient way to get rid of my rivals? To silence them?” The man continued. “Its been right in front of my face for as long as I can remember. Sales people, businessmen, they live, thrive off of pulling the right strings, moving the right parts, saying the right things… they’ve made manipulation, deception, into a career. But us, we’re going to make it into a superpower. And you… into a weapon.”

He dropped ten different file folders on the desk in front of Bentley. Each had a different name stamped on top: Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, and Damian Wayne.

“These are going to be your main targets. But first, you need training. Let’s start with this,”

Bentley yelled out in surprise when his father’s hand thwacked across his face, hard, leaving a stinging red splotch in its wake and jostling the office chair. “You must not allow yourself to be so easily deceived. If you’re going to be using it as a weapon, you must be immune to it yourself.”

Bentley’s hand drifted up to his burning cheek just as it had the night before, and he blinked rapidly, stifling the burn behind his eyes that threatened to intensify. He stared at a bookshelf to avoid looking at his father.

“Don’t you dare start crying.”

He didn’t.

“You know who else thrives off of manipulation?” The man stated, crossing his arms. “Children. They cry to get what they want, or to make people feel bad. It’s instilled in you simply for existing as a human being. And while you’ve learned over time that you can not manipulate me with childish antics… you will learn just how far you can take people before they teeter off the edge. We’re going to pull that instinct out of you until it’s all you are. All you know.”

Bentley said nothing. He still couldn’t understand… did his father love him or not?

“I’m going to turn you into a human Puppeteer. One that can twist and weave its way into the unsuspecting consciousnesses of strangers and control them, make them feel and believe things that aren’t really there. A weapon that can’t be found. Do you understand?”

Bentley swallowed hard. Don’t disobey, don’t cry. “I… understand, father.”

“Good,” The man pulled a protein bar out of his jacket and let it thud on the desk in front of him. “It seems you have much reading to do. When you finish, we’ll discuss how you can use that information to make the Wayne’s weak at the knees.”

Bentley scanned the names again, quietly. “Who… are these people?”

His father headed for the door in silence, chuckling sinisterly. He left the room and closed the door, muttering right before it clicked shut:

“Business rivals that double as vigilantes. They took something from us.”

Bentley glanced down at the files and pulled the top one — Damian Wayne — open as his father shut the door. On the inside was a stack of papers with two photographs paper-clipped on the top. One was a picture of a boy, probably a little older than Bentley, walking out of what looked to be a school building. He was wearing a neatly pressed uniform that nicely contrasted his naturally tan skin, and his black hair was perfected on his head. It sort of reminded Bentley of his father’s always perfect appearance. The boy’s eyes — Damian’s eyes — were cut to the side suspiciously. He didn’t look like any of the children in the background. They were all smiling, talking to their friends, but Damian was watching. Observing.

The second picture was of a boy of equal stature, dressed like some kind of superhero Bentley had made up in his free time. He was standing next to a police officer in the picture. His hair was messier, but it looked like Damian, no doubt. He had his arms crossed over his chest as the officer spoke to him, glaring daggers at the law enforcement. His uniform was strange — a long, red shirt, black pants, green boots and gloves, and a black and yellow cape. He had a green domino mask over his eyes. And Bentley was sure he saw a sword hanging on the child’s back. Scribbled on the bottom of the photo in white marker were the words: Damian Wayne, Robin.

Bentley grabbed the protein bar and peeled it open, taking a bite off the end.

So Damian Wayne doubled as the superhero Robin, then?

Out of curiosity, Bentley pulled the rest of the files open and spread them across the desk to check if all of those people doubled as superheroes.

They did. He ate the rest of the bar as he scanned all of the photographs, taking note of the superhero names that belonged to each person.

Damian Wayne — Robin

Bruce Wayne — Batman

Duke Thomas — Signal

Stephanie Brown — Spoiler

Tim Drake — Red Robin

Cassandra Cain — Orphan

Jason Todd — Red Hood

Dick Grayson — Nightwing

Barbara Gordon — Oracle

He settled into the office chair, grabbing Robin’s file first. Bentley wished he could be a child superhero, then maybe he could fly away and never come home.

But now, he guessed, it was good enough to be reading about one.

WEDNESDAY — 3:29PM

Reading the files took way longer than he thought it would. It wasn’t just stories about each hero, it was their entire life’s story. He had so much information swirling around in his head that he could hardly process it all.

Every superhero was practically one of Bruce Wayne’s children. Some of them were adopted, some weren’t, but Damian was the only one actually related to him. Not to mention that three or four of them had literally died and been reanimated. Five of them had also been the hero Robin throughout the years, which… wasn’t confusing at all. (Yes it was.) Bentley was sure he’d never been so confused in his life.

He was re-reading one of the files when his father came back into the office, asking: “Finished?”

“Mhm,” Bentley hummed. He jumped a mile when something thudded on the desk, hastily shoving the chair away, but he relaxed when he realized it was another protein bar.

“Here’s the plan,” His father started, posting up against the wall. “I’m going to train you on how to use that against the Wayne’s, then I’m sending you in.”

Bentley creased his brow, glancing up at the man.

“Yes, sending you in as in into their home. I assume you gathered from the files that Mister Wayne can’t help but take in kids off the street. You’re going to weaken them from the inside so I can hit them from the outside,” He continued. “And we’re going to watch Bruce Wayne’s house of cards collapse. As a businessman, a father, and a superhero.”

Bentley glanced down at the files, scanning the one that read Bruce Wayne. “But… aren’t superheroes good?”

Bentley shouted in surprise, flinching when his father slammed his hand on the desk. “Are you arguing with me?”

The child pulled his knees to his chest, some of his red locks falling into his eyes. “No… no sir…”

“I didn’t think so. Come with me, and bring the files. I’m gonna teach you how to use that information to debilitate them,”

Bentley rose from the chair as his father walked out of the room, quickly gathering all of the files off of the desk. He hugged them close to his chest and followed behind him.

Did that mean they were supervillains now?

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dedicated to @sassenashsworld 💛

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oonajaeadira · 5 days

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Hi Adira!

Last week and next week I am living the life of a paid musician (pit then orchestra) and I am fried. Seeing as how you’re familiar with the professional performer life, I was wondering if you have any advice on how to make it mentally and physically sustainable?

I am hoping that more of these opportunities will come my way and I want to be able to do it without spending a week in bed afterwards…

Ooof. I've been there. I mean, you gotta do the basics--sleep, good food, water. I also rely on copious amounts of coffee.

But the thing that usually gets me through a prolonged show-mode slam is plan ahead and then literally taking it one. day. at. a. time.

Don't look down those calendar days and wish for Friday. It's only going to make you burn out on Tuesday. Literally living in the moment saves my ass every time. Assess what you need from moment to moment. Are you hungry? Need a snack? Just sit and rest? Got a couple of hours but just exhausted? Don't worry about the "other stuff." That will be waiting for you at the end of the week. Just do what you need to that day to feel rested in your mind and body. Even if it's just zoning out to tv; don't feel guilty about that. It's just for this moment. There will be productive moments later. This one is for Narcos.

This is not to say you shouldn't plan ahead. Get your laundry done before the big week. Make big batches of good food you can eat on the go or take very minimal time to prepare for a meal so you don't stress about food prep or fall into the trap of fast food which will zap your energy and time and moneys.

One of my biggest events of the year is a two-week period where I'm literally at the office at 10am, participating in the evening events from 5-11pm, and then co-hosting an after-event until around 1am. When you factor in drive time and showers, that leaves me just enough time to sleep. Sometimes.

So I make sure to do my laundry right before. I'll even maybe organize my closet in a way where I can just pull out clothes without thinking too hard. Take an assessment of your groceries/toiletries and make sure you have what you need, because nothing will frazzle you more than not having it and/or having to squeeze in time to get to the shops. (If you do have to have something, mail order.) Make a go-bag for the week with anything you might need (including an extra change of clothes if you need it).

And if there's anything you can put off until after the big event, PUT IT OFF. Just mentally prepare yourself for big focus on the performing for that short burst of time.

When my big event is coming up, this is an example of what I do for food:

Bag of nuts and/or trail mix to keep in my bag.

Bag of carrot sticks I can keep in the fridge at work and a jar of peanut butter at my desk specifically for them. Fk spooning that shit out, dip your sticks in it.

I will boil up an entire family-sized package of Buttoni tortellini, dump in a whole container of the brand's pesto sauce, one whole chopped bell pepper, three whole packages of sprinkle tomatoes (or one package of halved cherry tomatoes), a whole package of peas (steamfresh microwave packet), and half a chopped red onion. MIX. That will give you a pasta salad for at least a week that you can eat cold right out of the fridge or warm up real quick and has a ton of veggies. And if you need protein, you can fix your meats separately and just add them in when you fix up a bowl. The key is to pack it full of tasty veggies you like that will balance the oils/fats of the pesto and turbo charge the carbs for lots of energy. (Pro tip: get a pair of really good kitchen scissors if you're like me and bad at chopping veggies or have terrible knife skills or terrible knives. So much quicker to cut.)

Starbucks via packets are a life saver if you have access to hot water and don't have time to make/grab coffee.

Laugh when you can. Step outside and focus on one thing--one flower, the way the sun hits a stop sign. Let your brain be simple for a little bit every day--I call this "letting it hang to get the wrinkles out". When you've been stationary too long, stretch. And when you feel stressed, close your eyes and imagine Pedro gently placing a finger on any spot that is tense until you let it go.

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How could one go about managing multiple projects at the same time?

i've never really been successful at that. at least, not in any way i would recommend to someone else. one thing i've done that's worked for me is not to break work up into projects but into methods.

for example, i am always the most verbal shortly after i first wake up. i can write anything when i first wake up, even stuff i don't want to be working on. so i reserve 10am to 12pm for down drafting, getting words onto a completely blank page. sometimes i call this golden hour. it's the most important time of day for me.

silver hour is some ambiguous time in the afternoon. it's when i'm most capable of doing work-work. and in writing, work-work is up drafting, which is to say, cleaning up the down draft into something coherent. that's very hard and i need a lot of energy for it.

bronze hour is the evening. i get very mean to myself and sad at night, so that's the time that's best for dental drafting, by which i mean, nitpicking my writing and seeing all the faults i don't see when i'm happier and feel good about myself.

i don't do all 3 every day usually, but it does keep me from trying to draft at night when i'll only get mad at myself for not putting words on the page. my brain just can't do that after a certain point in the day. conversely, i'm totally oblivious to errors first thing in the morning, so it feels like a waste to try to polish any of my work when i first wake up.

when you use this kind of diurnal method of writing, you can work on multiple projects because you pick up whatever thing is at whatever stage in your process at whatever time you're available to work on it.

#this might make a good newsletter post #so thank you for asking anon #i'll try to go into detail about this in a newsletter soon #writing advice #process

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kitthepurplepotato · 1 year

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New to the story? Start here! -> PART 1

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Part 6 (or alternative universe 1/3):

Bakugou Katsuki and the case of an unexpected team up mission.

(feat. Deku & Todoroki)

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Author’s note: I would recommend reading this part (and the next 2) even if you don’t know the full story! It will be super fun!

I’ll leave a quick “catch up” for you guys, so you can understand the beginning!

Also, English is my second language. Sorry for the mistakes.

Warnings: Swear words!

💥Master list💥

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Okay guys, I know I’m supposed to have Best Jeanist as the guest for this part, but I had this idea, and after all my mental struggles I actually ended up writing more Shenanigans, even tho this story is supposed to be on a long-term hiatus, so spare my life, please 😂

For those who only want to read this part: Reader is Bakugou’s assistant, an ex-hero from another country, currently out of business due to an injury. Her quirk is super powerful; she can have any quirk she can think of, even multiple at once.

You and Bakugou “hate each other” (not really), he is your boss, and you are not easy to boss around. Don’t tell anyone, but you guys care about each other quite a lot.

In the last part, you fainted due to overworking yourself and Bakugou ended up being your caretaker for the day. He “hated” every minute of it.

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“Hey, you fuckstick! We have guests, stop zoning out like a brainsless idiot!”

Ahh, it’s so good to be back in the office again!

Oh wait…

It’s certainly not.

Since the fainting incident… Bakugou is an even bigger ass than he was before. You didn’t think it’s possible, but here you are, half asleep, being shouted at for no reason, your coffee still untouched on your office desk.

You were absolutely aware of the fact that you probably won’t ever see Dynamight’s caring side ever again, but you really can’t believe how much damage this small mess-up has done to your already tense relationship.

“I thought I am a brainless idiot anyway.” You sigh into the distance, your face plastered to the desk’s shiny surface. Maybe this time, you’ll be the person faking being dead to get away from a traumatic situation; because shit you not, you are actually traumatized by this sudden personality change.

“We can come back later, Kacchan.” Comes a smooth voice from the door, which soothes your troubled soul right away. What a pleasant voice to be listening to so early in the morning! You might as well just go back to sleep now.

But wait…

Kacchan?

“The fucker had enough time to laze around last week.” Grumbles the blonde demon with zero sympathy in his harsh voice.

Honestly, Dynamight should be banned from talking between 10 PM and 10AM.

“I think you are being too harsh on her. Living half of her life with you is enough of a torture as it is.” Another pleasant voice joins the conversation, making the demon in front of you so angry he almost explodes your head with an accidental explosion coming out from his palms.

“I will blow you out of my fucking office window if you don’t shut the fuck up, you half and half bastard, who the fuck invited you anyway…”

“I did, Kacchan.” Speaks up the soothing voice again, but this time, it sounds more squeaky and less pleasant.

Okay, who are these people?!

As you slowly emerge from your half sleeping position, your eyes are met with 2 really handsome guys; one with a magnificent pine green hair, the other half crimson half white, split perfectly in the middle.

Oh, shit.

You are not the fangirl kinda gal, but you are internally screaming so loud you can barely hear your own voice; hence why you might be screaming like and absolute fool right now.

“Deku-san, Shouto-san, sorry for my terrible behavior! Welcome to the agency! Please take a seat!” You sit up as quickly as you can, bumping your knees into the thick office desk while standing up. The loud thump echoes in the otherwise silent office, but you pay no mind to the awkward situation and point at the office sofa.

This is fine.

This is salvageable.

You can do this.

“Now you can fucking behave…” Mumbles Mr. Dynamight, making the situation awkward again. Of course.

“Jealous much?” You snap back, ready for a fight.

“Why the fuck would I be jealous?! Who do you think you are?”

Woah, the bitch is angry.

“I’m supposed to be your right hand, but if you keep bitching, I’ll shove my resignation up your ass and blow you up with it.” You scream back, lovely guests respectfully ignored for the time being.

“My right hand?! A pimple on my back, maybe.” Shouts the blonde back with sparkling palms, slowly getting closer. Oi.

“At least it’s not a pimple on his ass. Sounds like a compliment to me.” Speaks up Shouto, clearly not reading the room properly.

“Shou, not now…” squeaks Deku with a red face, slowly moving in front of his friend protectively.

“What did you say, Steakface?”

“I said, you two get along well.” Deadpans the half and half hero, still oblivious to the dangers of his words.

“WE DO NOT!” You both scream in the poor guys face, when another person arrives at the office door.

“SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!” The savior of the day, Kirishima appears in the office, his hardened body ready for a fight in between the four of you.

“Thank god.” Sighs the number one hero and collapses on the sofa like a sack of potatoes.

The trust these guys have in Kirishima is amazing. You were so used to seeing him every day, you kinda forgot how strong and reliable he is when it’s needed.

You have the biggest respect for the poor guy, who’s willingly by Dynamight’s side, listening to his yapping every day without being payed for it.

After a few moments of awkward silence, fresh coffee is being served to the two guests; you silently thank Kirishima for taking the burden from your shoulders today.

“So what are you guys doing here today?” You try to start a conversation while sipping your lukewarm coffee.

“Shouto and I were in the area and we thought it would be nice to see Kacchan, as he never replies to me.” Deku gives you a shy smile and damn, number one hero or not, he is absolutely adorable. You are not sure how can he break bones with that cute face.

“YOU thought it would be nice to see Katsuki. I just came along.” Deadpans Shouto with zero emotion on his face until he gets poked in the side by a scrunched faced Deku. Even his angry face is adorable. What is this guy?

And let’s not even talk about the other one… you can’t help but wonder if the handsome fella has any other expressions than the nonchalant, emotionless one he’s wearing now (and in every single interview you were forced to watch with your bestie); does he keep his facade on in the bed as well? You kinda want to investigate that.

Wow, you might need to get laid just as much as your angry boss does.

“Shouto, I told you not to say everything out loud.” Reprimands the green haired hero, reminding you of a kindergarten teacher telling of a child for eating sand.

You can’t help the giggle bubbling up in your throat as you take in the sight in front of you; the two best friends sitting on the sofa, clearly comfortable with each other, the angry sulking blonde next to them, who’s trying to hide his happiness with aggressive expressions and filth coming out of his mouth, the silent presence of Kirishima leaning on the back of the sofa, beaming at the two bickering heroes with pure adoration.

“Stop smiling like a pervert.” Mumbles Mr. Dynamight with a slight blush on his face, staring into the distance to avoid any kind of eye contact.

“How could I NOT smile, you guys are so cute together.”

“Cu…cute?!” Stutters the blonde, face red as a tomato. “What the actual fuck is cute about this?! Did your parents drop you as a child, or what? Also, this meeting is over, everyone fuck off!” Explodes Mr. Katsuki, and starts throwing everyone out of the office one by one; or at least he tries until Deku steps in front of him.

“Wait… I need to talk to you about something.” Says the greenette with a serious expression.

“I knew you fucking want something…” Bakugou rolls his eyes and puts the other hero down on the sofa. “Spill it, you goddamned nerd.” He grumbles while sitting down, ready to listen to Deku’s “annoying” rambling.

“So there is this villain group we are after…”

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“Why am I here Mr. Dynamight?!”

That’s the question of the century, to be honest.

As you look around in the area in front of you, you can see nothing but pure destruction; abandoned homes burst in flames, the sky grey and foggy from all the smoke, the pavement broken into chunks of concrete, which makes your steps wobbly and uneven.

This is a war zone. And you are standing right in the middle of it.

“Don’t look so frightened, aren’t you supposed to be a hero?” Answers the blonde with the most nasty tone possible, looking at you like you’re a piece of shit he just stepped on by accident. Well, if he can’t give you a disappointed look as his face is hiding behind a protective mask, he had to make sure his words hurt you just as well as his usual angry face does.

“Kacchan…” sighs Deku with a massive bandage on his right hand, giving you a tiny smile for reassurance. “The fight is over now, most of the villains are already behind bars. This place is supposed to be safe for heroes.“ he explains. “We lost one of the bad guys tho, so we need to investigate the area for clues.”

This still doesn’t explain why are you, a basic-ass secretary, here. You might have been a hero a few months ago, but you are far away from being “battle ready”; you can barely manage the small gigs with the amount of mana you have, as your body is still using up all your energy to heal itself.

“Your shitty quirk is perfect for this investigation. If by any chance there is a sudden fight, you can hide behind my fucking skirt and cry like a looser.” Bakugou snaps at you, while Todoroki rolls his eyes in disapproval.

Wow, that’s a new facial expression! What a day to be alive.

“Why are we friends with him again?” Deadpans the half and half hero, making the blonde angry and furious. As the two start their usual bickering, you sigh into the void and make your way into the ex-battlefield. You take a deep breath and bring out a few different quirks all at once; levitation, x-ray vision and a new one you just came up with; a sensor that tells you the last movements in the area you are looking at.

The burnt down homes in front of you are indeed abandoned but there is one still in tact, away from the burnt area, built extremely close to the forest; compared to the other parts of the battlefield, the house feels lived in, heat-wise.

“Y/N-san, wait for us!” You hear a voice behind your back, but you are too focused on your current task; finding clues about the whereabouts of the last villain stranding.

There are old footprints coming out through the back door, going into the forest; the angle of the footprints indicate…

“Katsuki, behind you!” You scream from the top of your lungs, but it’s too late; the villain jumps out from behind the tree, right next your boss.

“So this is how I fucking die…” You say, while you activate another quirk; teleportation.

In only a millisecond you end up behind the blonde; the villain’s quirk hitting you instead of Bakugou. The world suddenly shifts and you are falling into the eternal nothingness.

Why did you save the person who treats you like shit every single day?

Because your body moved on it’s own.

You are not sorry for doing it either; You can’t help but think about the way he cared for you when you were sick and about how he always brings you coffee, even when he’s being a bitch about it afterwards.

The small acts of kindness say more than the loud words; Bakugou Katsuki might be the biggest asshole in the whole word, but he doesn’t deserve to die; not like this, not right now.

“You fucking idiot!” Screams a voice you know so well, frustrated and confused. Even though you are falling into nothing, you can kinda see what’s happening in the real world; you can see Bakugou kneeling on the floor, looking at the floor where you are supposed to be, you can see Todoroki freezing the villain in one place, handcuffing him with quirk canceling handcuffs, you can see Deku, trying to calm down the crying hero… what?

Is Bakugou crying?! He must be really angry, then.

Suddenly, your back hits the ground; the sun is shining aggressively into your face, making you flinch; you can also hear some happy chatter not too far away from you.

The chatter suddenly stops and there are quick footsteps coming your way; you try to make yourself invisible out of habit, but your quirk decides to act up; you can’t feel the usual warmth of your power anymore.

“I really don’t want to support your stupid conspiracy theory, but… this woman just fell from the sky.” Mumbles a blonde nerdy guy, pushing his glasses up to see you better. His face is soft, but confused, his brows scrunched in an adorable way and it might be because of the pain, but he looks kinda familiar.

Is this… a dream?

“This is not the time for this, Kacchan. She’s hurt!” Reprimands the green haired nerd in the loudest PRIDE t-shirt you’ve ever seen. Is that eyeliner under his eyes? Cute.

Wait…

This isn’t a dream. You would not be able to come up with this shit, even if you tried.

A sudden realization dawns upon you as you stare into those warm, green eyes, dumbfounded.

“Deku?” You mumble incredulously, eyes wide, mouth open. You gawk at the blonde nerd on the other side of you; you are met with the crimson eyes you know so well.

“Bakugou Katsuki?”

This is ridiculous. This can’t be real.

This guy can’t be…

“Do you know us? Are we friends? Please, tell me you are Kacchan’s wife from the future!”

“You rewatched Back To The Future without me, you shitty nerd!” Complains the blonde, clearly offended by his traitor of a friend. “Also, are you my wife from the future? I hope you are.” The blonde sighs.

“Kacchan…” Deku pats his friend’s back apologetically, and Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t pull away.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

-> Next Chapter!

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I’m actually so excited for this! I have so many silly ideas! Send me a comment, if you liked it 💜 Tell me your predictions about this alternate universe! :D

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ohplagg · 5 months

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Keeping Track of Time in I Love Yoo

I am back again with another timeline because I guess this is my life now. This timeline, though, is specifically about the events for December 21st 20XX and forward since I've noticed that Quimchee is adding clocks ever since Nol got stabbed, and everything feels like a race against the clock for some reason.

I'm not going to add any screenshots since this is just, as the title says, keeping track of time. Nothing more, nothing less.

Just in case someone is not paying attention to what they are about to read, this contains spoilers up to I Love Yoo's Episode 244.

If more clocks appear in future episodes I might update this.

As always, I love hearing what you guys think so feel free to reach out!

Italic means that it's not known when exactly in the timeline that specific event took place. I still placed the event where it makes most sense.

(Ep. XYZ) means the episode where the time is mentioned/seen.

Saturday December 21st

9:42pm Nol falls from the second floor to a glass table. (Ep. 210)

Before 11pm Nol is rushed to the hospital (Ep. 215)

Kousuke went to Hirahara's hostpital to look for Nol after being spaced out for around 30 minutes. (Ep.213)

Kousuke get's knocked out by a wall.

11:55pm YuJing leaves Rand alone. (Ep. 215)

Sunday December 22nd

12:00am Kousuke wakes up to hear Hansuke arguing with Yui (Ep. 220)

12:19am Meg find's Rand's present for Kousuke in the trash (Ep. 220)

12:22am Hansuke steals the blood samples (Ep. 221)

4:28am Rand leaves to visit Kousuke. Kousuke has been knocked out by the tea. (Ep. 221)

4:21am Nol wakes up. Shin-Ae texts Dieter and Soushi who are out of the hospital (Ep. 215)

4:47am Dieter and Soushi leave WacDonalds (Ep. 225)

5:06am Dieter and Soushi arrive to the hospital (Ep. 225)

5:09am Shinae goes to get Dieter and Soushi/Birthday party starts. (Ep. 225)

5:26am Stalkyoo dance to christmas music at sunrise. Geez, not even 20 minutes? no wonder Dieter was still awake to witness it all. (Ep. 220)

Hansuke visits YuJing and stores the blood samples.

Nana arrives to the hospital and Nol's jail time is pushed for 3 days counting today (so December 24th is his last day of freedom)

Hansuke takes the blood samples to get tested

7:52am Shin-Ae texts Dieter "Is everything okay?" after he and Soushi left the hospital (Ep. 225)

8:21am Shin-Ae and Nana meet (Ep. 225)

Kousuke wakes up, goes with Yui for breakfast, Hansuke and YuJing pick him up afterwards

8:40am-ish Yui arrives to church right after mass ended (Ep. 230)

"Convince me"

Shin-Ae gets picked up from the hospital by her family

Maya and Shin-Ae talk

Kousuke get's medically checked

11:30am Dieter texts Shin-Ae about going to the hospital together during the afternoon. Shin-Ae takes a nap (Ep. 235)

1:30pm Kousuke drops off his phone at his apartment before heading to Nol's hospital (Ep. 244)

3:30pm Dieter texts a sleeping Shin-Ae (Ep. 240)

Dieter comes to pick up Shin-Ae

Dieter talks with Nol

Kousuke arrives at the hospital with Hansuke and YuJing

Kousuke has a panic attack

5:51pm Shin-Ae wakes up from her nap (Ep. 240)

5:55pm Shin-Ae texts Nol "I know I'm blocked but just in case..." (Ep. 243)

The AA 101 Group to which Shin-Ae and her dad go to is at 7:00pm

7:41pm Hansuke and YuJing are hanging out with college friends. Kousuke isn't picking up his phone. Gregory M tells Hansuke that he can get his stuff done by the end of the week (Friday is the 26th) (Ep. 241)

8:35pm Nana, Dieter and Soushi leave the hospital for the day. (Ep. 242)

8:45pm Shin-Ae is at the AA 101 Group and receives a text apology from Dieter (Ep. 242)

Alyssa tells Nol she "really needs to see him"

Monday December 23rd

10:10am Kousuke's secretary looks at his watch and notices Kousuke missed work (Ep. 243)

10:30am Yui get's a text message from Alyssa saying she's going to visit Nol (Ep. 244)

11:05am Meg mentions how she is heading to the library soon (Ep. 243)

A bit before 11:45am Alyssa arrives to Nol's hospital to talk (Ep. 243)

Between 11:45am and 12:25pm Nol and Alyssa stay quiet (Ep. 243)

12:25pm Alyssa and Nol finally start talking and Yui arrives. (Ep. 243)

Shin-Ae will arrive to the hospital around 2pm (Ep.244)

Nana mentions she'll arrive around 3pm. (Ep. 243)

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The Prisoner's Throne

This is THE book. The book that's been consuming my every waking thought since I read its prequel in May last year. The book which, if I didn't manage to read any in 2024, would be the only one I read this year at all. The Stolen Heir was among my favourite reads last year, possibly even more than The Cruel Prince because of Oak's characterisation.

The last few days before the book release was agonising. Sheer, skin-flaying agony. When Ann Liang's 2024 release let me down after I'd spent months hyping it up—as did I with Emily Wilde's Map of the Otherlands—I have to confess I was terrified the same thing would happen with The Prisoner's Throne. Ann Liang is one thing, but this is Holly Black. The Prisoner's Throne is on a much, much higher pedestal for me than any other book in existence thus far. If this hurt me like the others did, I might really go into the worst kind of depression. (Yes, I'm one for histrionics… only I'm being perfectly serious.)

After a night of poor sleep—I am still very grateful that I managed to sleep, albeit fitfully, most of the hours away—I started reading this book at 7AM. (I'd downloaded the book at 2 in the night.) And then I didn't stop until I was done at 10AM.

First thoughts: THANK THE FUCK IT WASN'T A MASSIVE LETDOWN OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. Was it as good as its prequel? No. But it didn't end up anywhere as bad as my jaded, paranoid self had secretly feared, and for that I am grateful. Overall, I enjoyed it!! I saw quite a handful of negative reviews on Goodreads but I don't feel the same way. Granted, the book definitely has a few issues, but being too slow or character-driven was not mine.

Let me talk about some things I liked and did not. Beware: Spoilers abound.

Things I did not love:

I'm going to start with my most major disappointment. Oak, who is the highlight of this duology to me, wasn't as alluring as I found him in the first book. I think that Oak's character is written best when his POV isn't the entire book. I definitely LOVED reading his POV and welcomed it, but I also felt that having the entire thing in his perspective dulled some of his mystique. This is my personal preference, because I don't generally love stories that have too much of the hero's POV. I think Six of Crows is a good example of finding balance with Kaz's perspective and the other characters'. Also, because the story is in Oak's head, we don't see much physical descriptions of him. I miss all those parts about his adorable marigold hair and his golden eyes 🥺

I also miss his cleverness. He was very manipulative in the first book, and it was easier to feel impressed back then because you weren't in his head and you didn't know what was coming. In this instalment, he thinks a lot about playing the fool, over and over. It gets wearisome because I'm constantly being told but not often shown. In the first book, I was actually shown without being told at all—which is why it hit so much harder. Moreover, I don't think he did anything specifically very clever in this book? I guess he did use the wedding ruse to prevent a war, and he did find out what Wren was hiding, but he found that out too late and that was less cleverness than the plot being in motion.

There's a running theme in this book about being accepted and loved for your truest, darkest self, but… I don't think it was conveyed very well. In the end, he says that Wren is the only one who can love him for who he is, but it isn't convincing to me because it's so clear to me how much—and how unconditionally—his family loves him. A lot of his inner turmoil felt very contrived and self-inflicted, whereas I thought Wren's own self-loathing was a thousand times more convincing and understandable.

I was also quite confused by how much he loved Wren when their feelings seemed to be only gradually building in the first book. But he's completely head over heels for her at the start of this book and I wonder about the transition. I'd been hoping for some clarity because he mentioned in Book 1 that he'd loved a lot of different girls, so what made Wren The One here? I suppose it's because he didn't play the fool with her and she "saw him as himself"? I wish the writing was more convincing in this regard.

Genuinely a little baffled by the plotline about the Ghost. I'd thought we'd already covered his part in Liriope's murder in the Cruel Prince series. (I may need to reread the OG series to be sure.) But it's being rehashed again like ripping open an old wound. And I never knew Oak cared that deeply about his biological parents. My point is: Leave the Ghost alone!

I wasn't invested in Tiernan and Hyacinth's story. I skimmed a lot of their screen time together, but their fans will probably receive quite the treat.

Lady Elaine, fuck off!!! (That said, I do understand her role in the story, especially the climax.)

OAK TRYING TO KILL WREN AT THE END, SIR, SIR, PLEASE. DO NOT.

We didn't need the sex scene being SO IMPLICIT –- GIVE ME DETAILS, DAMN IT!! Now I feel empty.

Things I liked:

One thing I predicted when I'd read the exclusive first few chapters of Prisoner's Throne months ago: Wren's power came as a cost to her health. I was right. And I loved it. I'm not the biggest fan of overpowered heroines and her limitations were a great story point to me. Holly always does such an exemplary job in making her heroines, including Jude, badass and yet so human (more a figurative phrase for Wren since Wren is fae) and grounded. Also, in general, I liked Wren a lot in this book. My heart broke for her over and over. I JUST WANT WREN TO BE HAPPY AND I AM GLAD SHE GOT A HAPPY ENDING.

I had COMPLETELY forgotten about her connection to her mortal family and I am so, so happy we managed to resolve that in this book. The fact that Wren would do anything to protect her sister Brex moved me immensely. Holly did well in tying that loose end up, and hurray that Wren finally got to spend time with her family at the end of the book. 🙂

JUDE AND CARDAN!!!! Especially Cardan. He was such a gem and so intriguing in this book. Once I'm done writing this review, I'm going to reread all his scenes. No one can complain that Jurdan wasn't in this book—they were very, very involved in the plot here.

Holly Black's prose is still one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. It's my favourite prose of any author, period. It's succinct and poetic at the same time. It scratches an itch in my brain that I never knew needed scratching.

The ending where Oak goes to find Wren and he proposes was so lovely. Ahhh. I will always have a special love and fondness for them. Bless their baby hearts.

Oak supporting Wren when she was ill will NEVER not move my stone cold heart. The way he held her weight to keep her from falling while they danced...

Before I sign off, I want to say one more thing: WHAT IS HOLLY PLANNING WITH NICASIA'S STORY? Is she going to write / create a male lead for Nicasia? What's going on?? Holly pretty much confirmed that she's going to write something else in this universe, and I must KNOW what she has in mind. Nicasia was so unlikeable in the original series that I wonder how it would be like to read her as a heroine of her own story.

Holly, I'm right here, waiting for whatever you might throw at us next.

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vikygoestheextramile · 1 month

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I had a slip up.

Well, I don't know that this is exactly the term for it, but I had successfully been using a daily routine to keep my efforts on track for about two weeks. So, last Thursday my routine was disrupted, as it was a sort of holiday here in Greece, the point of which is "Eat all the meat in sight before the 40day lent starts!". Of course, almost no one is doing lent for 40 days after it, but almost everyone consumes meat like it's the last time they get to. 😅 More of an eating tradition than a holiday at this point, and boy, do we get many of those in Greece!

Despite everything, I didn't overeat that day, I think everything was under control, but we did spend the night at my family home, with my partner. And guess what? You can't really perform your daily routine if you're not in your space! So I couldn't do my morning yoga, which I had been doing for 15 days straight. I thought, well, it doesn't matter, and I grabbed the opportunity to go on a hike, on a nearby mountain. It was about a 3 hour walk, and I absolutely loved every moment of it.

So after all this, I thought eating just a bit more yesterday, was okay, missing morning yoga, missing the gym that day, was okay.

But this little slip up gave me an opportunity to stretch the imperfect day, to a couple of days, and then to 3 or 4!

My partner, right now he seems to be even more prone to junk food than I am, so it makes it a bit harder for me to resist, when he doesn't, or when he invites it in. But, luckily, this only lasted 4 or 5 days. We both felt that we didn't need to be in that mental space that consuming junk food was creating for us, even if you exclude the reaction of the body completely.

But, unfortunately for my routine, on Monday I started an acting seminar. It's going great, and I'm really excited about it, BUT in terms of holding on to the routine, it's not helping, as it involves a commitment of 5 hours a day, 10am to 3pm, Monday through Friday, plus the extra work we need to put in at home, which is A LOT.

When I expressed my concerns to my therapist, about losing my routine when I start the 3-week seminar, she told me that I should focus on holding on to one or two components of my routine, and not try to do the whole thing, or, on the flipside, just completely cut it out until the course is finished.

So, these two elements combined led to me losing progress, as I gained 0,8kg, but most importantly, I lost control of my day-to-day, for the entirety of this past week. I just went through the motions, nothing more.

Today, a Saturday with no class, and, as I've been trying to get back on the horse, before it bolts into the woods and I can never find it again, I made a move.

I got up, I made my bed, I put my workout clothes on, and I rolled out the mat. And I went on youtube and I did the next practice of the 30-day Yoga Journey I'm taking, which is the one below. "Reset". And sweet Adriene, the instructor, said at the start of the video: "Today we take the opportunity to celebrate that we're halfway through the journey", which on its own made me smile, as I felt a sense of achievement for actually having done the first two weeks of the journey, even if they were before the slip-up, it was all the more reason to remember that this, all of it, it's something that I can do, but she went on to say "and we also take the opportunity to hit the reset button", and I teared up. I was resetting on my own anyway, and not exactly by choice, but I felt not alone, I felt like she was giving me an opportunity for a fresh start, although it doesn't need to be that, it only needs to be an invitation to continue where we left off, and that it was, as my body was fully able to answer the call. Nothing was gone, and it was all there.

So, I guess, onwards (and upwards) we go!

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