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@staff

Can we please get a 72hr option for polls? One day is a little short, and a week is really long. I would like to be able to run a mid-week comedy poll, or a weekend max-engagement poll. Thnx. 🥂

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hi v, can i get 6 pieces of cinnamon buns with pineapple and crushed nuts 💕

Perfect match, bad timing - J. Hughes

v' bakery pairing: Jack Hughes x fem!reader summary: You and Jack had been close with each other but the timing was against both of you until his birthday party had changed it warning: NSFW, graphic sex (+18), swear words

You always liked Jack. Since you were kids, he was always your favorite friend. When you were young, you were bullied that you’re glued to his side but he was always standing in your defence. This made you like him even more but with time, you grew apart. You found new friends but he always held a special place in your heart.

In high school, Jack saw you in a different light. You had a massive glow up and this was a perfect summary of your personality. He wanted to date you but you saw him only as a friend. You were seeing other guys but they always treated you like shit. He was always the one who stood by your side and helped after every break up. 

Things between you two were complicated. When you finally saw Jack as boyfriend material, he was dating someone. Instead of waiting, you found a boyfriend for yourself. It looked like there was no good timing for both of you to be together. That’s why you were only friends but everyone knew that you two are made for each other. 

But two of you were too blind to notice it. That’s why you preferred to jump into another relationship instead of waiting for each other. Things changed when it was Jack’ 21st birthday. You and he were single. You were sitting on the couch, sipping your drink when Jack sat next to you. 

“You are not on the dancefloor or swallowing another guy's tongue?” Jack joked and you laughed. 

“You’re so funny Hughes” You said and Jack threw his arm on your shoulder. 

“Always had been. What’s going on that you’re sitting here so lifeless?” Jack asked you. 

“I’m just thinking” You said casually. 

“About what? Spill it” Jack pushed you to talk. 

“And what if I say that I’m thinking about us?” You looked at him and noticed a smirk on his lips. 

“Then I’m listening” Jack sat more comfortably on the couch. The party was long forgotten.

“I was just wondering if there will ever be a chance for us. I like you, you like me but we’re always getting into pointless relationships instead of trying as a couple” You said and saw a spark in Jack’ eyes.

“You don’t know how long I waited to hear it from you” Jack told you and kissed you. “I want to ruin you, I want to make you mine” 

���Prove it Hughes” You whispered and kissed him. 

The kiss was intense. Jack pulled you on his lap and started roaming his big hands on your body. Your hands went through his hair. He started slowly pulling your shirt up when you two heard screams from the kitchen. This brought you back to reality that you’re sitting in the living room and everyone can see both of you. 

Without a word, you stood up and Jack grabbed your hand. He led you to his bedroom and locked the door. Quickly, he returned to what he was doing downstairs. He got rid of your shirt and skirt and you laid on the bed in your underwear. You were watching him when he was taking off his clothes. 

“You look fine” You said and bit your lip. 

“I’ll be looking even better on top of you” Jack said with a cocky smirk. 

You unzipped your bra and threw it on Jack. He laughed and topped you. He pulled you into another kiss and pushed his tongue into your mouth. This one was messy, full of saliva exchanged between you two. His hand went into your underwear and started touching your clit. He was doing circulated moves and you arched your back. 

“More Jack, please more” You begged him. 

Jack listened to you and took off your underwear. He licked his lips and positioned himself at your entry. In a smooth move, he pushed his whole length into your pussy and you moaned. He waited for you to give him a green light to start moving. When he saw your facial expression to relax, he started thrusting into you. 

At first, Jack was gentle with you but you told him to be faster. His moves became sloppy, he was pounding into you and you could swore that you’re seeing stars. You loved the feeling of having him inside of you. You placed your hands on his neck and pulled him into another kiss. 

This sex shared every unsaid feeling you two had towards each other. It was loving but at the same time dirty. You two never felt better than now. Your walls were clenching around his dick and in no time, Jack cum inside of you. He fell on top of you and you kissed him again. 

“That was something” You said trying to catch a breath. 

“It was incredible” Jack told you. “But we’re not done here” 

Before you could process his words, Jack started thrusting into you again. You were moaning underneath him and he was delighted to hear it. This sex changed your whole relationship and even if you knew that you needed to talk with him about the two of you, you were enjoying the moment. The closure between you two. For now, it was just you and Jack in his bed, fucking each other the whole night.

[spatialwave]

i am LOVING your angus tully content 💕 would you please write an angus tully x reader where the reader meets angus in boston while they’re ice skating and then they get to know each other as they explore the city, sort of ‘before sunrise’ style and hunham gives them the space to do so? if you don’t like this idea though that’s totally okay!! have a lovely day regardless :)

𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫

pairing: angus tully x fem!reader word count: 4k notes: reader is very nervous & dorky! thank u for sending 🤎

the chilly december air stung your cheeks, leaving them reddened and sore, but that didn’t stop you from braving the weather and heading to the public skating rink. your friends had cancelled on you last minute, one of them falling sick with a nasty cold and the other deciding that her boyfriend was more important than a night with you during the festivities that boston had to offer. you couldn't be angry at her, though, you were a hopeless romantic at heart and would do the same if you had a boyfriend. you were happy that your best friend found someone so perfect for her, you dreamed of finding him too—the perfect boy.

though, you usually just giggled in your bed at night when you imagined yourself spending the rest of your life with david cassidy. that was much easier than finding real love.

so, alone you were as you willed your way ahead through the boston streets where your father had dropped you off. you promised yourself you'd start getting out of your nervous shell and what better way to test it than being alone at a skating rink? especially when you were notoriously clumsy and horrendous at skating.

if you could do this, you could do anything.

as you approached the skating rink you felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety flooding you. there were a lot of people, too many people, a lot of friends giggling with each other, children learning how to skate with their parents and partners holding hands as they stared into each other's eyes lovingly. you sorely missed your friends, but you shoved that thought as deeply into your consciousness as you could because you promised yourself you wouldn't wallow in your loneliness.

and you were here, weren’t you? successfully making do without them. all you needed to do was get the skates on and make your way onto the ice—that’s all. getting here was half the battle.

comfort warmed you as you fit yourself into the hand-me-down skates your older sister had given you. you tried so hard not to think about the negatives because even if you slipped and fell, it’s not like anyone here knew you. there was not a single person on the rink that looked even the slightest bit familiar and you thanked god you lived in a busy city.

of course, you were unsuccessful in ridding those thoughts because all you could think about was that there was a likely chance you could embarrass yourself in front of a cute boy. you were too boy-crazy for your own good, your mother blamed david cassidy for it.

as you let out a shaky exhale, you darted your eyes around the exterior of the rink as you shrugged off your bag and held your winter boots in your hand. you had ran into your first problem of the evening; there was no one to watch your belongings.

that’s when you noticed an older man just to the left of you, smoking out of a pipe and watching the rink, smiling to himself. he seemed friendly enough, reminding you a lot of your grandpa. there was no better person to watch your things!

“excuse me sir,” you said to him, smiling as you approached him cautiously, “is it alright if i leave my things here next to you? i’m not skating for long… i just don’t want to take them onto the rink with me.”

the man hadn’t realized you were talking to him at first as he pulled the pipe out of his mouth and looked between you and someone on the skating rink. he smacked his lips together a few times in thought, “okay. sure, i don’t mind.” he mumbled, though you could tell that he minded.

he was grumpier than you pegged him to be.

“thank you so much! i won’t be long!” you smiled, happy that you had some form of success, but again you had to ward off the image in your head of him running off with your things. at least he’d only have stolen a woman’s snow boots and three dollars from your wallet.

as you waddled away, you hadn’t noticed that a boy on the rink had skated up to the older man, you were much too focused on not toppling over. your ankles were already wobbling back and forth as you navigated through the snow, unaware of the set of eyes that lingered on you with each step you took.

“you got this,” you breathed to yourself as you made it to the entrance, taking a long and deep breath that caught in your throat. you froze in your spot, feeling frigid as you watched the tens of people skating along the rink so seemingly expert in their ways.

a woman cleared her throat behind you and you jolted up, looking over your shoulder and seeing a mother and her two children waiting to step into the rink, “sorry!” you squealed as you hurried onto the ice and clung to the railing for dear life.

the sounds of the young kids snickering made your cheeks burn red, so you kept your eyes downward and stared at your mitten-covered hands as they gripped onto the rail. then you focused on your feet, slowly moving them back and forth on the ice as you got used to the feeling of the skates gliding across the frozen surface.

with a triumphant huff, you straightened up and slowly started to skate with your hand keeping balance on the edge, much like a learning child. at least they usually had a helper.

you had focused on this for a bit, getting into the swing of things. you looked around with a content smile, slowly moving and breathing in the crisp air as you focused on the sounds of laughter. the christmas spirit was high and you were happier than ever to be experiencing this alone, you couldn’t wait to go home and gush to your sister about your first solo adventure as a young woman.

satisfaction wasn’t fully met, however. you needed to challenge yourself further before calling it a night.

carefully, you let your hand off of the rail and moved carefully away from the edge. your eyes darted around your immediate surroundings, making sure you had enough of a clearing to start skating without bumping into anyone. a big smile grew on your face, you were by no means quick, but at least you were moving!

you focused your eyes back down on your feet, watching closely as you moved one in front of the other with intention. you were getting the hang of it, muscle memory coming back from when you skated as a kid. with your attention far from the outside world, you didn’t notice a duo of young girls coming right for you—too busy laughing amongst each other to notice you drifting in front of them.

one of the girls bumped hard into your shoulder and yelped out a sincere ‘sorry’ as you lost your balance on your feet. you almost kept yourself upright, but you quickly fell back.

you expected to crash down onto the ice with a hard thump, but two arms caught you, hooking underneath your armpits and hoisting you back upright onto your skates. you didn’t have the means to turn around all that quickly, but the person who saved you seemed to realize that, so he skated in front of you and turned to look at you. he made it seem so easy to skate backward.

“you okay?” he asked, but you hardly heard the words because you were so fascinated with how beautiful he was. he had the biggest brown eyes you’d ever seen and a head full of wild curls that he obviously tried to tame. he was also taller than you, making you feel so small under his gaze, but not threatening in the slightest. all you could do was smile at him like a dork.

your knight in shining armour.

a few moments pass and the realization hit that you had been completely silent, “thank you!” you blurted out, your eyes widening in horror because of how you were staring at him like a goddamned fool, "i'm not very good at this."

"you were doing fine until you got bulldozed over," the boy smiled, unabashedly looking you up and down. he cleared his throat and held out two of his gloved hands, "hang on."

you obeyed with no hesitation, your arms extending so you could take his gloved hands in your own. you felt your mouth go dry and you had to force your hands to stop shaking. you were always so much more anxious around boys.

"oh, god," you groaned in anticipation as he started skating backward, pulling you along and forcing you to focus on keeping balance, "you really don't have to spend your time here teaching me how to skate." you looked up at him, feeling like a burden.

"i know," he replied, grinning at you as he kept pulling you along the ice, his gaze only breaking to make sure he wasn't about to skate back into anyone. those brown eyes fell back on you, watching you with a soft gaze as you kept moving with one foot gliding in front of the other, "i'm angus."

"hi, angus," you smiled, chewing on the inside of your lip after you returned the introduction. you could feel your cheeks blushing. you looked down and at your feet again, but your lack of focus got the best of you, "ah, shit!"

just as you lost your footing and balance, nearly flying forward, angus wrapped an arm around you and laughed aloud, pulling you against him so you couldn't tip over. you could've stayed like that forever, nuzzled against this boy's chest and forgetting about the outside world.

"you're clumsy," he teased, flickering his gaze down at you as he led you both to the railing for a rest.

"you only just noticed?" you retorted playfully as you leaned against the support, letting yourself exhale in relief once you could rest the entirety of your weight against it. shyly, you looked back over to angus after a few beats of silence, "you're not here with anyone else?"

angus scrunched his nose in response, shrugging, "it's a long story."

"i like stories," you mused, not ready to let this end. whatever this was.

a breathy laugh came from him as he glanced away to look at something, you hadn't been able to follow his gaze before he was looking at you again. there was something about him that kept your attention, likely the fact that he genuinely seemed to enjoy your presence. it made you giddy and your stomach swirled with butterflies.

"well, i came here with my history teacher," he said, almost sheepishly. you looked at him with slightly furrowed brows, uncertain where this would be going, "i go to a boarding school out of town, north of here. i, uh, didn't get to spend christmas with my family and so i've been stuck at school with him as my chaperone. guess i'm good at convincing people to take me places," he chuckled, his gaze looking anywhere but at you.

"i don't think i would've guessed that story in a million years," you giggled, a smile reaching your eyes as you looked over angus' face, "sorry about your family, though. must be hard around the holidays."

"it's fine," he quipped quickly, you figured it best to not bring up his family anymore.

you fell silent for a bit, thinning your lips as you looked around and focused on your surroundings to pass the time and try to ignore the awkward silence. you watched a group of kids skating together, playfully shoving each other and laughing when one of them wiped out.

"did you want to skate again?" angus' voice broke the silence and you met his eyes. with a small nod, he smiled and gave you his hands again.

the two of you had spent another twenty minutes on the skating rink, laughing together as he taught you how to keep yourself upright. you were happy to report that you'd only fallen on your ass twice, and even when he laughed at you, you felt your heart soaring.

there must've been some good karma you stored up over the year because you weren't sure why you were blessed to run into angus on a night like this. he was cute, funny and just as awkward as you were.

once you two were tired and ready to hang the skates up, you ventured out of the rink and stood at the exit. you had to catch your breath after laughing over some joke angus had made about his time at barton, something stupid that wouldn't have made you laugh in another other situation. angus was just... nice. funny, but in an endearingly dorky way.

as you bent down to untie your skates, you straightened up with a panicked look on your face. "my stuff!" you said, looking up at angus and then around the exterior of the rink, trying to spot the man you'd left your things with. that's where the bad karma came in, leaving you with nothing.

"are you looking for these?" a third voice spoke, your eyes landing on the pipe-smoking man that angus seemed to recognize. you put the pieces together.

"yes! thank you so much!" you smiled as you took the boots from him and your bag, quickly changing into the shoes that allowed you to stand steady. you sighed softly with a smile and looked between the two men, "i, uh, thank you again, sir, for keeping an eye on my things. and thanks, angus, i'm sure by next winter i'll be an olympic figure skater," you smiled, not quite ready to leave without spending more time with the boy, but you weren't sure you'd have the choice.

as luck would have it, though, his teacher, mr. hunham, seemed to have a soft spot for the boy.

"mr. tully, i'm calling it an evening and will be heading to the hotel room, i'm rather tired this evening," the older man explained. you could see the pleading look on angus's face, "i expect to see you there within a few hours or lest you deal with multiple detentions when we're back at barton," he continued with a satisfied look on his face when angus smile, "keep an eye on him for me." he turned to you, letting out a huffy sigh as he looked between the two of you once more before turning on his heels and leaving.

angus was speechless.

"he seems like a nice man," you said in awe as you watched him, growing nervous for other reasons now.

"trust me. he's usually not," angus replied, his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat as he looked down at you, "you look cold. i think i saw i coffee shop near here. they probably have hot chocolate or something."

"okay," you smiled, forcing yourself not to let your boy-crazy giddiness get the best of you again.

as you two ventured away from the skating rink, you found yourself feeling more comfortable with each passing second and talking about yourself like an open book. you spoke about everything and nothing, his favourite band was pink floyd and he was currently halfway through reading the novel dune. you shared your own love for the partridge family show, though, you kept your lips tight about your obsession with david cassidy.

you made a mental note to rip the poster of david off your wall if something were to ever come out of this night with you and angus, like hell he'd ever be in your room.

"what do you like so much about boston?" you asked angus as you two walked through one of the downtown streets in boston, your mittens shoved in your pocket as your hands cupped around the hot chocolate you sipped on. the heat emanated from the paper cup and warmed your hands. you two had been walking and talking for a while now and your drink was half-empty.

"you like long-winded answers, don't you?" angus said playfully, bumping himself against your side as you walked together. it caused a laugh to bubble up from you, your cheeks turning red at the closeness.

"what's so long about this answer?" you wondered aloud, glancing up at him.

"my dad is here," he said after taking a moment to think over his words, "he's uh, in the sanitorium," he murmured, not quite meeting your gaze, "not doing well mentally."

"you don't have to say anymore," you urged him, regretful that you asked the question in the first place.

"it's fine, i like you. you're not... judging me." angus admitted, flickering his eyes to you and smiling.

oh, god. that smile made your stomach do flips.

"why would i judge you?" you asked rhetorically, "you've been nothing but kind to me tonight. you didn't even know me and you caught me before i fell on my ass, i mean, that's the most any guy has ever done for me... and you bought me hot chocolate!" you were animated in your words as you spoke, not noticing how you lit up angus' facial expressions.

"like i said, it's because i like you." his lips twitched into a smile before he lifted his cup and downed the rest of his drink. you followed in suit, though, mostly to cover the way you had a smile stuck on your face like a lovesick puppy.

you two found an outdoor garbage bin and tossed your empty cups in, standing on a corner of the street that was near the courtyard with the skating rink. it was quiet there now, only then noticing how late it had gotten.

"so, what's your story?" angus interrupted your thoughts as he kept walking, you needing to take a few quick steps to meet his pace as he led you to a bench to sit down on. the perfect spot to watch the christmas lights flicker around the rink and people watch the last remaining people who were skating.

"it's hardly a story," you laughed, fidgeting with your fingers as you looked up to the night sky, the stars hidden because of the city lights, "i'm just crawling my way to graduation so i can get out of my parent's house and go to college," you look over at him, "are you graduating, too?"

he shook his head, "i was expelled a few times," he admitted with an amused look on his face, "should be graduating, but stuck as a junior because of my atrocious behaviour," he teased with a click of his tongue.

"expelled?" you laughed, "wow, i didn't expect such a gentleman like you to be so fond of troublemaking."

that got a laugh out of him, the smile reaching his eyes as he turned ever-so-slightly to better look at you while you two sat together, "yep, i'm the absolute worst. though, i plead my case as i've been wrongly accused of blowing up a toilet once when it was obviously not true."

"uh-huh," you smirked, "are you certain about the wrongly accused part?" you snorted a laugh.

the night was perfect. the two of you sharing so many laughs that your cheeks were hurting and you were beginning to feel like you knew angus for years and this was simply a reunion of friends. you knew at some point it would end, but you didn't want to think about it. not yet, it was too painful of a thought.

your laughter settled and you couldn't break your gaze from angus, the silence looming, but not overwhelming. as you admired him, you caught the way his brown eyes flickered down to your lips and you inhaled sharply, the breath catching.

"i, uh—can i kiss you?" his words were gentle, but they rang through your ears loudly, causing chaos and mayhem that left you feeling like a nervous wreck, "unless i'm reading this wrong."

you parted your lips to speak but nothing came out. all you could do was look down at his lips and nod, hoping that your movements spoke volumes. thankfully, they did.

angus leaned forward, hesitating for a second, but if you could will your way forward to adventuring boston alone, then you could sure as hell will your way forward to meet him halfway. you leaned forward bravely and closed your eyes just as your lips met his, a tingling sensation rolling waves over your skin.

it was a simple kiss, one that made your lips numb when you pulled away and looked up into his eyes. but it wasn’t enough for angus because you were soon pulled into another as his hand lifted and cupped your jaw, keeping you against him as your lips moved together at a gentle, easy pace. he parted your lips with his own, which gave him the space to slip his tongue into your mouth and cause a soft sound to escape your lips. you were fully entranced by him, completely malleable under his touch as you tasted his tongue on your own—sweet like chocolate.

this went on for a few minutes, maybe longer. you two indulging in the kiss you both were anticipating the moment you set eyes on each other.

“this sucks,” you murmured when the kiss finally broke, you two parting to breathe.

“why?” angus furrowed his brows slightly, his hand still on your jaw.

“because i really like you,” you said, pursing your lips into a pout, “and at some point i’m going to have to say goodbye.”

angus shared the sentiment, frowning slightly, “i’ll come to boston again, okay?” he said, just as passionate about you as you were to him, “and if you give me your number i promise to call you.”

you nodded, sighing and watching the way your warm breath fogged up in the cold air. the city was so silent and you’d never been able to experience it quite like this, let alone with a boy you kissed. knowing that it was getting late, though, left you nervous. you had told your parents you wouldn’t be out long and would go to your sister's apartment downtown for a ride back home—leave it up to a boy like angus tully to make it fun to break the rules.

“when do you go back to barton?” you asked him quietly like you didn’t want to hear the answer.

“the day after tomorrow,” angus murmured, his thumb stroking along the skin over your cheek, “i’m gonna’ try visit my dad tomorrow,” he said, “that’s the whole reason i convinced mr. hunham to bring me here, he doesn’t even know.”

you widened your eyes in surprise, “do you think he’ll let you go?”

“probably not, but i’ll find a way.” he said, but not quite fully convinced.

“it’ll work out, angus,” you said, a shiver running up his spine as you said his name, “just like you and me. i’m sure we’ll see each other again.”

he was glad that you managed to see the bright side in all of this, as the night was coming to an end he was beginning to let his negative thoughts pull through. already he could tell that you were going to be a big part of his life, even if it ended up being fleeting and short.

“come on,” angus breathed out, removing his hand from your cheek and standing up. he offered his hand for you to take.

“where are we going?” you asked him, blinking a few times as you took his hand, no mittens or gloves in the way as his fingers interlaced with yours.

“nowhere in particular,” he said, keeping you close as you walked through the quiet boston streets in the early morning hours and spending the last bit of freedom together that you two could muster.

when all was said and done, you found yourself exhausted as you curled up in your bed with the first bit of sunrise spilling through your curtains. it was a bittersweet end to your night with angus, leaving you uncertain about what the future would hold. all you knew was that you’d be waiting for that phone call he promised you.

and taking down your poster of david cassidy.

[starkwlkr]

Heyy I love your workk!! can u do a lando x reader where they are streaming with max and he just teases lando for being a simp and its just really fluffy🫶🏼🫶🏼

crafting table | lando norris

request #2: Hi, could you please write a lando Norris x Fewtrell!reader thank you. I love your writing 💕

what if we kissed by the crafting table?👉🏼👈🏼 short fic but it’s still fluff <3

If you asked Max life was now that his best friend and his sister were dating, he would scream into a pillow. Well, that’s a bit dramatic, but who cares? They were being too in love in front of him and he felt like he was always third wheeling.

Today wasn’t any different. He was streaming with Lando and Y/n in his room and so far, the couple were busy fighting with pillows in the background while Max talked to his chat.

“Stop, i literally just asked you what you wanted to make our son!” Y/n hit Lando with her pillow.

“And I said his name doesn’t matter! You can name him sock and I wouldn’t care.” Lando tried to take away her pillow, but she kept fighting back.

“The chat is witnessing a live divorce.” Max turned his chair and faced the couple.

“Sock? That’s the best you can come up with?” Y/n dropped her pillow and went back to Max’s bed to continue building her minecraft house on her Nintendo Switch.

“It’s a minecraft dog!”

“Don’t know if I should record and let them kill each other or intervene,” Max told his chat. “I’ll give it a few minutes actually. If anything happens, you are all witnesses.”

Lando laid next to his girlfriend and watched as she built her house. He would occasionally place a kiss on her cheek and give his opinion on stuff like what kind of block would be great to make a house or how much he loved their virtual dog he had named sock.

“Someone just asked if Y/n were to break up with Lando, would I still talk to him?” Max faced the couple.

“They’re crazy if they think she’s going to get rid of me. I’m staying. She’s going to have to put a restraining order on me, but please don’t I very much enjoy your company.” Lando spoke to his girlfriend, who was still too busy building her house.

“Romance is not dead, ladies and gentlemen. You two are gross.” Max went back to face his computer.

“What if we kissed by the crafting table?” Max heard Y/n whisper to Lando.

“What the fuck?”

[xzinbdg]

oh dad? idk

synopsis: yn as a single mother never really wanted to look for the father it was just a one time thing at a party and she was doing alright by herself but ever since her daughter turned four she started asking questions that even she doesn't know the answer to.

as soon as you texted sunghoon your next step had to be telling haru what's going to happen. the only problem was that you weren't sure how to approach the situation. haru was a smart little girl but that didn't change the fact that she was only 4 years old. would she understand what you're trying to say? well no matter what you still had to tell her. you made your way to the living room where your daughter watched the tv.

- hi baby

- hi mommy - the little girl smiled upon seeing you

- there's something mommy has to tell you so please focus on mommy okay? - haru nodded and shifted her attention towards you.

- there's someone very special that you will meet today, it's your daddy - haru's smile grew as she listened to your words

- daddy? - she said happily.

- yes, so let's start getting ready okay? - you said smiling and in a minute the little girl was already running to her room to pick the prettiest outfit.

to say that sunghoon was nervous was an understatement. as he started getting ready his mind went blank for a minute. what if she doesn't like me? what if she cried because I wasn't there for her when she was growing up? then his mind went even further "what if im a bad dad?" he quickly tried to get rid of those thoughts and finish getting ready.

as your car reached the parking lot your heart started speeding up.

- mommy are we here?

- yes honey - you couldn't help but smile at your excited daughter.

sunghoon was already waiting at a table for you two. nervous as ever looking at all the people coming in hoping to see your face quickly. and finally he sees you and the little girl holding your hand looking around. he got up and waved to you. seeing him you signal your daughter that it's her father, and their eyes meet. sunghoon doesn't even realize that he's crying until you ask him what's wrong.

- ah it's alright, i guess the emotions kinda got to me - he says wiping his tears and crouching down to the little girl now hiding behind you because of shyness.

- hello haru - sunghoon says - i'm your daddy - he sends her a smile and she smiles back.

- hi daddy - she looks up to you and you signal her to hug her dad which she excitingly does and sunghoon hugs her back immediately. the three of you enjoyed nice dinner with your daughter asking sunghoon a ton of questions that he was more then happy to answer.

- should we go get some ice cream? of course if your mom says yes - both of them looking at you in anticipation.

- let's go - you smiled.

you have to admit that the sight in front of you was something you had secret dreams about. it's not like you had troubles with haru by yourself but seeing her with her dad was a happy sight. and you're glad that she likes him which did kind of surprise you. haru was always very shy in front of strangers and it took a long time for her to open up but with sunghoon she was very open from the start. maybe it's because he's her dad?

chapter 10 - hello

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author's note: they met 🥹 ngl i kinda felt emotional writing this... 😭💕 yns last tweet 👀

genre: smau, crack, strangers to lovers, parents au

pairing: sunghoon x mother!reader

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[fastbrother]

Desperate (M, 1.3k words)

For forty-one-year-old Draco Malfoy starting his twenty-fourth year of unemployment, the only interesting question is who is he going to sleep with next.

Tags: From Sex to Love, Grumpy Harry, Reclusive Harry, Slutty Draco (non-derogatory), unhealthy coping mechanisms, middle-aged Drarry

Author's note: Wrote this for @kamaela's birthday. Thank you for always being so kind and encouraging! 💕

* * *

For eleven-year-old Draco Malfoy starting Hogwarts, the only interesting question about school was who was going to come in second in his year. Imagine his surprise.

For forty-one-year-old Draco Malfoy starting his twenty-fourth year of unemployment, the only interesting question is who is he going to sleep with next.

Some days, it feels like he’s slept with everybody worth sleeping with. Other days—well.

* * *

When he was young, Draco Malfoy thought he liked women. He slept with a handful of girls, all very proper and sweet.

Then the war came, and he was in it, and he was tortured by the Dark Lord himself, which rewired his brain somehow, because after the war Draco Malfoy did not like women anymore. Nor anything proper. Or sweet.

Draco Malfoy liked to be fucked like he’d be murdered next.

* * *

Harry Potter is a big old grump. He lives in what should have been Draco’s house by birthright, nurses a terrifying beard currently in the process of turning grey, and only ever goes out in Muggle London, like the uncivilised brute Draco knows he really is. Draco dreams of being fucked by Harry Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world, the slayer of Dark Lords. And whatever rude people say, Draco’s a man who works for his dreams.

* * *

“Harry Potter. Out and about. What a surprise.”

Potter barely spares a glance for poor Draco. His eyes are glued to the Muggle TV above the bar, in the process of broadcasting some beastly excuse for movement that the Muggles call sports. There are five empty glasses in front of him, and a cigarette dangling out of his mouth.

“Fuck right off, Malfoy.”

“Ah, I’m afraid not,” Draco says, and sits on the barstool next to Harry. “You go, if my presence bothers you so.”

“I don’t give a shit about your presence.”

“Beautiful. Have you taken to writing poetry, by any chance?”

“Tell me, Malfoy,” Potter says, slowly turning those grotesquely green eyes towards him. “You look like someone who makes enemies in every room he walks into. How come you’re still alive?”

“I have my ways.”

“Aha,” Potter says, emptying his sixth glass of whiskey, eyes back on the TV. “I’ve heard about your ways.”

“Would you like some first-hand experience with them?”

Potter lets out a chuckle, a loud and brutish sound.

“Have you been following me?”

“Hardly. I’ve been coming here every night for six months. Ask Robert.”

“Who’s Robert?”

“I’m Robert,” the barman says, pouring Potter’s seventh drink.

“Ah. Nice to meet you, Robert,” Potter says, and raises his drink. “So. Has he?”

“Yes.”

Potter turns to Draco. Offers a vicious smile that makes Draco’s body tingle in all the right places.

“I used to come here all the time. Before the Prophet published a photo of me. Six months ago.”

Draco shrugs. “Can’t a boy try his luck?”

Potter leans forward and pulls Draco’s stool closer to him.

“You’re no boy. You’re a slut.”

“Oh, yes,” Draco moans, biting his lip. “I am. I’m a bad, bad slut.”

* * *

Harry Potter fucks like he goes to war. There’s no fear there, no second guessing. Draco could die now, bent over a dirty sink in a dingy Muggle bar, and he’d be happy. He should die, actually, because what else is there to experience? He has peaked, and life can only be a disappointment from this point on.

“Please,” he begs when all is done. “Again.”

“You make a compelling argument,” Potter says, pulling up his pants. “But there are people queuing outside.”

“I’ll get rid of them. I’ll kill them. Nobody will miss them too much, I’m sure.”

“How about this,” Potter says, fixing his hair back in a ponytail. “You keep coming here every night for another six months, and maybe I’ll drop by again.”

“Don’t play with me, Potter. You know I will.”

“Oh, I know.”

* * *

Draco expects Potter to torture him for at least a couple of weeks, but he strolls into that cursed Muggle pub the next day. He’s wearing jeans and a ripped t-shirt. Truly living up to his reputation of decorated ex-Auror and beloved hero, this one.

“My, my,” he says, sitting next to Draco and gesturing to Robert for a drink. “What a good pet.”

“Aha,” Draco says, draping himself all over Potter’s offensively attractive attire.

“Let me get a drink in me first,” Potter says, struggling to keep Draco at arm’s length.

“If you wanted a drink, you could have gone to another pub.”

* * *

Robert bans them eventually. Draco’s about to Obliviate him but Potter solves the issue by inviting him to his house.

“You mean, my house,” Draco corrects him.

Potter doesn’t seem impressed. “How about we call it a night, then.”

“Fine. I relinquish all rights to that home. You can have it forever. You can have the Manor, too, if you want.”

Potter laughs, and grabs Draco’s arm. “I love how desperate you are.”

“Oh, I’m desperate, alright.”

Five minutes later, Draco’s thirst is finally quenched when Potter bends him over a Black encrusted dining room table. Draco discovers he has quite the taste for family intrusions.

“In front of my great-grandmother’s portrait next, please,” he begs. Potter, the charitable soul he is, complies. Predictably, his great-grandmother calls Potter Muggle-loving filth.

“He is, granny,” Draco moans, face squished against some dusty yet tasteful wallpaper. “He’s the filthiest person that’s ever lived.”

* * *

“Are you some form of house pest? A Black family curse? Why can’t I get rid of you?” Potter says when Draco shows up on his doorstep, carrying a bottle of wine and appetisers as any man of the world would.

“Get rid of me, then,” Draco says, and walks in.

* * *

Potter is on an agenda to steal Draco’s elves and have them clean his shithole of a house. It’s the only reasonable explanation for why he’s taken to drinking with them.

“Stop entertaining the staff. You should be entertaining the Master. And there’s no smoking in the sunroom.”

“There is, now,” Potter says, lighting up a second cigarette with his wand. “There’s a new Master around here.”

“Master Potter,” the elves say in unison, drunk on the Butterbeer Draco keeps for his nephew.

* * *

It’s all fun and games until Draco catches feelings.

“I’m sick,” he tells anybody who cares to listen, and also those who don’t. “Je suis gravement malade.”

“Pull down the shades,” he tells the house elves from under the heavy duvet. “Owl the Healer.”

“Maybe Master Malfoy should tell Master Potter how he feels.”

“Clothes! Somebody bring clothes!”

* * *

“I heard through the grapevine that you’ve fallen ill.”

Draco peeks at Potter from under his duvet.

“It’s true. I’m dying.”

The bed jounces when Potter sits down next to him. He puts a hand on Draco’s un-feverish forehead.

“It sure looks like it.”

“I just want you to know, I lied about the Manor. I’m leaving everything to my elves.”

Potter’s hand moves down Draco’s face.

“Where have you been? I’ve missed you.”

“You have?” Draco says, his illness intensifying.

“Yes.”

“I thought I was a curse you couldn’t get rid of.”

“You are. You’ve been slacking on the job lately.

Something sharp rattles in Draco’s chest. He moves away from Potter’s touch, and hides under the duvet.

“Hey,” Potter says, leaning until his hand finds Draco’s waist through the thick material. “What happened?”

Silence.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Slowly, Draco shakes his head under the duvet.

“Do you want me to stay?”

Draco nods.

Draco hears ruffling and squeaking, and then Potter gets under the duvet. He’s hot, like a cat.

“Where did all your eloquence go?” Potter says, gathering him in his arms. “What happened to all your fancy words?”

Draco buries his head in Potter’s chest. Takes a deep breath.

“I turn stupid when I’m in love. It’s a debilitating illness.”

“You’re a debilitating illness,” Potter says, and kisses his forehead. “And I’m chronically ill.”

[iamasimperyk]

A good fic idea maybe his ex wife comes over and the reader is over and the wife goes crazy saying that her and rafe are talking again or spent the night together and he’s not home so she leaves because she doesn’t want to start anything so rafe has to find the reader

Sorry that I couldn’t work on your request earlier but I hope you still like what I made out of it!💕

Crazy Ex -Rafe Cameron

Warnings: Manipulation, naive reader, angst, assumption of cheating, English is not my first language, not proof read

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

You have never had a problem with the fact that Rafe had already been married once. You met him at work, and the two of you immediately had some kind of connection. You were the complete opposite of his ex-wife, maybe that was what drew him towards you.

After months of talking, you two got into a relationship, and you were nothing but happy. Rafe loved you, and you loved him, it was like a fairytale.

But in every fairytale, there was a villain, and the villain in your story was Rafe's ex-wife. She tried to get him back on multiple occasions, but Rafe just turned her down.

Today, Rafe was on a business trip, leaving you alone at Tannyhill. Exhausted, you lay on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around your body as you watched one of your favorite movies.

You let out a yawn when the doorbell suddenly rang. With a small frown, you stood up, walking to the front door before you carefully opened it.

There she was. Rafe's ex-wife. 5'7 feet tall, platin blonde hair, curves at the right place, expensive clothes, and an annoyed look on her face. You looked down at yourself, wrapping the blanket tighter around your body, suddenly feeling insecure about your own appearance.

"Well, hello," She smirked down at you, "I see, Rafe, still didn't get rid of you."

You slightly gulped, "Rafe is not here. He is in Tennessee."

"Well, that's what he told you, but what if I tell you that we started talking again." Her smirk was even bigger than before.

"He would never do that. We both know that." You crossed your arms over your chest.

"Why don't you take a look at his location, sweetie?" She told you.

Immediately, you started chewing on your lower lip, a thing you always did when you were nervous. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw his location. He was at hers.

"Told you. Why don't you start packing your shit? I will move in again in a few days." She hissed, walking towards her car before she drove off.

After a small breakdown at the front door, you packed your most important stuff and left.

You didn't even text Rafe. You just wanted to be alone and at peace.

----

The next day Rafe came home.

"Y/n, I am back." He smiled, waiting for you to run downstairs, but you never did. He started to shout your name again and again until he finally realized you were gone.

Quickly, he called you, but you didn't pick up. After he sent you hundreds of messages, he thought about checking your location.

Your parents' house. Of course.

He ran to his car and drove to their house.

Your mom opened the door, wanting to shut it as soon as she saw him, "Y/m/n, please, I need to talk to her." He pleaded, still not knowing what he did wrong.

"But she doesn't want to talk to you." Your mother replied angrily.

After a few seconds of silence, you appeared behind her, "It's okay, Mom."

"Are you sure?" She asked, her eyes not leaving Rafe.

You gave her a small nod, and she disappeared into the living room.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?" He asked desperately.

"Because I didn't wanna talk to you." You simply answered.

Rafe looked at you, taking a step closer, "What did I do?"

"You lied to me about your trip to Tennessee." You mumbled.

He quickly shook his head, "No, why would you say this?"

"Oh, please, I saw your location. You were at your ex-wife's." You started to fiddle with your fingers.

Rafe's eyes widen, "You have to believe me when I tell you I never was there after we divorced."

"I saw it with my own eyes. She came when you were gone and-" You started, but Rafe was quick to interrupt you.

"She came when I was gone? Just to tell you that I am at her place?" He asked, and you just nodded.

"Don't you hear how ridiculous that sounds?" He sighed, and you finally started to think about the situation.

"B-but she-" You started but couldn't find the right words.

"I don't know how she faked my location, but I promise I never lied to you. I love you." He smiled a little, wrapping his arms around you.

"I am so stupid. I am sorry." You mumbled, feeling extremely guilty to believe his manipulative ex-wife.

"It's okay, just don't run away the next time she tells you shit." He chuckled.

"Promise," You kissed him, "Oh, and I have to make sure my parents won‘t kill you.“

[wither-rose-aka-aria]

Pretty Please~

A BangChan x reader smut fic. Fluff at the beginning. Pro rider Chan. Age gap??? Chan calls reader hyung

Warnings: a bit of swearing, unprotected (wrap it up) ,this is down bad and nastyyyy

With Chan's field of work you know he gets little to no time for himself rather than a partner but he still gives you the time you need however it's been an eternity since You & Chan have done something special

Lately both you & Chan have been quite busy, you with work projects, presentations & Chan with the upcoming album, concept photos, recording, producing & composing, dance practice & a lot more so of course you understand that he doesn't have that much time to spend with his beloved, but that doesn't mean you can't miss him so you decide to text him

You:"Hey Chris can we go to that cafe later if you're able to?"

My love💕: "Sure! get ready. I'll pic you up at five"

My love💕:"Love you babe♥️"

That text was enough to make your whole weak. You felt as if you were gonna float with the excitement because you two FINALLY got the chance to spend your time together. You get up to get ready for the date since it was already 4 pm

Your sitting on you couch scrolling on your phone waiting for Chan when you get a notification

My love💕: "I'm outside the apartment love"

You don't even waste time reading the message you SPRINT from your living room to the front door yanking it open & you practically throw yourself on Chan. He's taken by surprise when you lock him in a bear hug.

"Oh my god Chris I missed you sooo much! How were you my baby!"

Chan's giggles echo off the building walls

"I was good and I missed you too! Come on we gotta go!"

Saying both of you were excited would be an understatement because you two were giggling the whole way back to the parking basement.

Chan: "You didn't tell me we were going with your bike!"

You: "Well I doubt that we're gonna get to go on another date in awhile so might as well cherish the time we got yeah?"

You can hear both of your hearts beating in sync & that gives you comfort in a way to know that he's there for you,breathing with you, choosing to be with you through thick & thin and loving you in any way, shape or form.

You guys reach the cafe after a quiet but comforting ride & Chris goes to order for both of you . After he's done ordering you guys find a seat in the corner by a window. Its when you sit down you fully take in what Chan is wearing. You did look at what he was wearing when you opened the door but you had been too ecstatic to really look at Chan. He was wearing a black tank top that was defining his chest, his muscly arms bare with prominent veins. Chan noticed that you were zoned out, than he saw where your eyes were, he asked in a teasing tone

"Hyung are you okay? You seem to be zoned out~"

"You really know what you're doing huh?"

"I don't know what you're talking about~"

The whole date you guys were teasing each other & you couldn't keep your cool for much longer because it has been months since you've had any action and it was not helping that Chan was wearing something like this just to tease you. So, you pull him closer to you, your lips brushing against his ear, you whisper "I need you NOW" practically moaning the last part into his ear. You were really frustrated but you couldn't get rid of it in the bathroom because you wanted it to be special . Both of you quickly finish your dessert & head out on your bike. On the way to your apartment when suddenly you feel a hand on your thigh

"Don't do that Chris, I might just fuck you on the highway at this point"

"What! That's a wild fantasy!"

"You're one to talk"

Your patience was running thin by the passing second so try to open the front door as quickly as you could. When the lock finally opens both of you are not even inside when Chan jumps onto you & starts kissing you. Usually his kisses were warm & soft but right now they were hungry & rough. The kiss was all teeth & tongue with spit dripping down your chin. Chan opens the door to your bedroom while still pressed to your front. You waste little to no time in getting rid of your clothes. Chan lays on his back on your bed while you take out a bottle of lube from your bedside table. You squirt a generous amount on your fingers and insert your index finger slowly in his ass, slowly thrusting it in and out of his hole, to which he responds with a whimper. Than you insert another finger and start to move your hands in a scissoring motion and Chris let's out a long drawn out groan. Your other hand is on his hip, rubbing soothing circles on the skin so he doesn't feel too uncomfortable. He grips the sheets when you introduce a third finger to his already full hole. That's when he starts getting whiny, begging you to fill him up.

"Channie, baby, are you sure you want this? I don't have any condoms"

"Yes please, pretty please hyung~ want you to fill me up~"

The nickname made you weak so you hurry up & finally give him what he keeps begging for. You line up your dick at the entrance of his ass, slowly, sliding it in inch by inch. The burning stretch was a little painful at first however with your voice coaxing him & talking him through it made it more pleasurable. Then you slowly start to thrust in and out, making Chan let out a choked moan that he was holding back

This was a sight to see; Chan sprawled on your bed with an already fucked out expression just from your fingers, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead, making his hair stick. The sight alone was enough to drive you mad but then Chan says something,no, he practically moans it

"Please go f-faster hyung, I c-can tak- ahh it"

That was the breaking point for you, you start thrusting faster, your dick slamming into his prostrate every time you thrust, making Chan grunt with clenched teeth. You hold his leg up so you could rail him properly, Your cool rings a contrast to the warm skin, leaving imprints onto his thigh. the bed was creaking with the way you were railing him into the mattress, his hips twitching with every thrust of your dick

"Am I fucking you good Channie? You like being railed by your hyung huh? You enjoying this?"

"Yes! Yes! Ahhh yes y-you fuck me s-so ahhh- good hyung"

The room was filled with the sinful sound of skin slapping against skin and Chan's moans. You hook Chan's leg onto your waist to grab his chin & kiss him, Chan willingly opens his mouth to let your tongue in. Your tongues swirl together in a fluid movement, both of your noises being muffled in each other's mouths. You pull away for air after the intense make out session and you notice that Chan is getting noisier and he starts clenching around you, that's a signal, that he's close, so you speed up your thrusting and jerk Chris with your other hand, completely driving him to the edge

"Hyung I'm g-gonna c-cum ahhh- don't s-stop p-please d-don't"

"I won't my love~"

You also felt that you were close. Your thrusts became feral at this point, mind blank from the feeling of Chan clenching around you. With a loud moan Chan came, thighs quivering, spilling all over his stomach. You also finished inside him, filling him with your hot release. Your mind was foggy, Chan's mouth hung open, eyes shut close. It took a minute for both of you to register to your surroundings again after the intense round, you slowly pull out and your cum spills out from his ass

"That was the most intense orgasm I've had in MONTHS"

"Yeah, me too. You wanna go for another round?"

"Hyung, you have a lot of energy huh? Yeah, yeah I do"

"Come here than"

You pull Chris in for another open mouth kiss while simultaneously flipping him so he's sitting in your lap now. He starts grinding on you while giving you that look of want

"Are you ready? You really wanna do this again honey?"

You ask again just to be sure but your question is answered with a desperate "yes please"

You help Chan slowly insert your dick back into his hole, firmly holding his hips. You bite his neck which erupts a whimper from Chan, he starts to go up and down on your dick while you suck on his chest, swirling your tongue around his bud, sucking on it harshly, you release his nipple with a pop! Giving the same attention to his other nipple. Chan starts riding you faster, rolling his hips down on your dick, which makes you moan loudly. The way Chan was moving those hips Up! Down! Left! Right! was making your mind fuzzy. You were drunk on the feeling of his hole clenching around you, it made you light headed in a good way. You start thrusting into him on pure instinct, which made Chan moan right into your ear. That was you last straw, Chan made you feral with his noises, you start thrusting up into him at an inhuman pace. Chan was practically screaming because you were hitting all the right spots. You feel Chan pulsing around you, indicating that he's close to his release. With one final thrust of your hips, the orgasm washes over him. He spills cum all over your thighs and stomach. Chan's legs are trembling, head thrown back, arms holding onto you for dear life. You continue thrusting, helping him ride out his high, you were also close to your climax, so you speed up your pace and with a final thrust you also finish in Chan, spilling your release inside him. Both of you stay like this for a moment before you help Chan pull out, he was completely spent, body still trembling from the intense orgasm. You go and quickly clean yourself up in the bathroom while getting a rag to help clean Chan up. Than you lay down, cuddling into his side with Chan's face softly nuzzled into your neck. You pull the covers up and you guys fall into slumber in the comfortable silence of your home.

It's really funny how a single asf person is writing about a couple doing something romantic. Personally I can't stand happy couples but I also can't write angst because it'll actually tear my heart apart into pieces.

Do not steal, translate, repost or recommend without my permission! Thank you

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Finding Out You Have Panic Attacks

A/N: Not requested. I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't calm down. It's so hard to sleep. I think nights are the worst. This happened after my dad passed when I'd break out in stress hives almost every day for a year 😅 If anyone knows any tricks or tips or hacks, please let me know. I hope this can offer comfort for anyone experiencing similar issues 💕💖💓🩷💗💝💘

Butcher wasn't sure what was going on. Truthfully, he thought you were dying. All of a sudden, you're gasping, trying to catch your breath. You're shaking, curling into yourself. Tears are welling up in your eyes. You can barely explain what's going on and what you're thinking, and he isn't very comforting in the moment. He panic himself, asking you what you need. You don't know, though. After it's all over and you've spent some time apart, you go up to him and apologize. It was completely out of the blue. Nothing you could think of brought it on. At least, nothing specific. Everything, it seemed, put you in a panic these days. He shrugs it off, not wanting to make it a thing. He brings it up later, though, when it's just the two of you, asking you when it all started. You admit it started when you joined The Boys. Danger was around every corner. You were wanted. You'd spend hours worrying about every scenario that could ever play out. They all ended badly. He understands to a degree. Your lives are hard, complicated, and full of danger. It's only a natural reaction to be afraid. To worry.

Hughie learned about your panic attacks one night after you were cleaning yourself up, splashing cold water on your face. It was over, thank goodness, but it took a lot longer to get rid of the feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. You admit you've been dealing with this for a while, but was afraid to bring it up to anyone. It could be embarrassing. You were hysterical. And the worst part was you knew it was irrational. Hughie assures you it's not silly or irrational if it's causing you this much stress. He doesn't want to pry, of course, but he does want to know about it. When it started, what kinds of things worry you, how he can help, etc. Hughies had his fair share of panic attacks. He's no stranger to them. When you're feeling overwhelmed or like your brain won't stop thinking, he's the first person you go to. He tends to use distractions. Goofy stiff about movies or TV shows or random facts he's acquired through the years. Anything to take your mind off things. He's completely free of judgement. He just wants you to be okay.

Annie could kind of already tell. With the way things were at Vought and being part of The Seven, it was a pretty anxiety inducing situation. Homelander was cruel and reactive and all over the place. You could never tell if he'd laugh off something major while tearing everyone and everything apart over the smallest mistake. Annie found you hiding in the bathroom just before a team meeting, trying to talk yourself down. She knocked softly on the stall door, assuring you it was only her. It all comes out. The fears and worries, the stress making you so sick you were barely eating or sleeping. She opened up about her own fears around Homelander and pretty much everyone involved with Vought, slowly coaxing you out. When you've pulled yourself together, you immediately apologize. You don't know what came over you. It definitely wasn't right to put it on her. Annie thinks the opposite, glad you could trust her, reminding you you can always come to her. She gets it 100%.

M.M. never knew you struggled with panic attacks. You hid them so well that no one did. It isn't until you're at the Sage Grove Center that you're faced with Lamplighter and Stormfront that he sees fear and shock and panic. You freeze, your breathing ragged, tears welling up in your eyes. You have to move. You have to think quickly if you're going to get out alive. But first, he has to calm you down. He holds your shoulders, talking you down, reminding you to breathe. It takes a little while, but eventually, it starts to soothe you. After you're out and safe, far from the both of them, you thank M.M. apologizing for your behavior. He tells you there's no need to be sorry. He's just glad he could help. Marvin becomes a confidant when you're feeling anxious. Now that he's aware of it, he can pick up on the little signs before it becomes a full-blown panic attack. Even when it does, he's always there to help. He never wants you to feel like you have to face it alone or that it's an inconvenience to him. He cares about you. He wants you to he okay, to feel safe.

Frenchie found you one day, music blaring in your headphones, trying to calm yourself down. He startled you, his hand on your shoulder, making you jump. When he asked what was wrong, you were hesitant to say why. You didn't want to come off as weak or like you couldn't handle being part of the team. You loved the cause you were fighting for. It was just a lot. Finally, you told him, unable to keep it under control. You even tell him about your worries that if any of them ever found out, they'd kick you off the team, out of the friend group. Frenchie assures you they need you. Panic attacks don't change that. He wishes you'd opened up sooner instead of suffering alone. They had plenty of issues, this isn't as big a deal as you thought it was. It's hard, of course, but they've seen this before. You tell him music helps, but there are still so many times you can't stop it. You feel like you're dying. He offers the support he can, wanting you to come to him when you feel it coming on so that you're not alone, so you can figure it out together.

Kimiko finds you up late one night, curled into a ball on the couch, watching TV. She can see the tear marks on your cheeks illuminated by the screen. By the time she finds you, the crying has mostly subsided. When she asks what's wrong, it all comes out. The fear, the anxiety, the panic attacks. They used to be so much more manageable. Lately, it's been out of control, especially at night when there are so few distractions and you're all alone. You try not to bother anyone with it, having had poor experiences in the past. She tells you those people suck and you shouldn't feel like you have to hide it. Ever. It just ends up making it worse. She thanks you for telling her, asking if there's anything she can do to help. You're not really sure. After that, Kimiko is always checking in with you. She doesn't make a big scene about it. Keeping it between the two of you, she'll ask if you're okay or if you've been feeling okay. You're always honest with her, knowing she'll catch you if you fib. She ends up sitting with you at night, watching TV together. Her presence alone is comforting enough.

[m3lin03]

Razor's Grip - part five

A/n: Hellooo! Sorry for my absence, uni is kicking my ass. I hope y'all like this part, even though it ain't much. Also, it wasn't proofread yet so please excuse my mistakes and grammar. Enjoy!💕

Summary: The aftermath of the meeting leaves you being hunted by ghosts from your past and there aren't many solutions to get rid of them. Danger is waiting at every corner, don't be fooled by the peace and calm that seem to have engulfed everything.

characters: Sylus, non!mc, other characters.

warning: violence, blood, death, insomnia, hints regarding mental health issues, guns

word count: 1509

other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

To say that the sound of gunshots didn’t startle you would be a straight out lie. The hair on the back of your neck and on your arms stood up, as everything around you started to feel overwhelming. The good old breathing exercises come to mind, being given that right now wasn’t the place to have a panic attack.

You are slowly walking down the hall, breathing in, breathing out. Everything is fine. No one is here to get me. Or so you hope at least.

Behind you, calculated steps make their way towards where you stopped. You turn and take in the man. For someone who just a few seconds ago was in an... altercation, he looks impeccable. There are no blood stains on his expensive clothes, no sweat, no ragged breath. His eyes watch you closely, as his thumbs hang from his pockets.

“Did you eat today? You are pale”, his words don’t necessarily hold any warmth to them, maybe just slight concern.

“No, not really, kind of forgot today”, your answer comes just a little too fast, trying to mask the way you feel almost nauseous thinking about what happened back in that room, with those people.

Even though Sylus seemed to be polite, as well as the others, this didn’t change the fact that now you live in the most dangerous place there is. There’s not one person who lives here and is a saint, with only good intentions in their heart. Vulnerabilities cannot be tolerated. Vulnerability means death here. So, your only option is to try and mask whatever is not right in your head and hope for the best.

For a moment you like to imagine how would it be if you told Sylus that, actually, food was the least of your worries right now, because any type of guns and loud noises terrify you. Would he look at you like you’ve gone mad? Laugh? Abandon you? The irony of being afraid of guns, but also working in the shop, modifying protocores, especially, to turn them into weapons crosses your mind – a weird type of exposure therapy for sure.

“Well then, let’s go. I’m also hungry.”

The restaurant inside the hotel was just as luxurious as the rest of the building. The walls were covered in obsidian wallpaper with gold details, the dark marble on the floor was shining. For sure the glasses were made out of crystal and the cutlery from silver. Also, it was completely empty. There was not one person, besides you and Sylus. He was looking lazily through the menu. On the other hand, you were really, really, trying to pick something. There were no prices on your menu, which didn’t help. After some struggle, you settle for a salad hoping it will help with your unsettled stomach and be easy to eat.

“What are you, a rabbit?”, the man asks, looking at you with a frown. “If you faint, I won’t carry you, choose wisely.”

Sylus wasn’t stupid. He could see you flinching, the way your chest was rising far too quickly and how shallow you were breathing. He had a hunch why this was happening, but with no camera footage from four years ago there was no certainty. The reason why he took you with him to this meeting was indeed to see how you will react. Now, though, Sylus felt something akin to irritation – not in regards to you, of course, but himself. Why? Another question related to you that had no answer.

“Maybe soup will help your upset stomach”, his eyes scanned the menu carefully.

“Yeah, sounds good”, you mumble, confused on how did he know about the wave of nausea that hit you.

After dropping you off, his night began – for real this time.

The room was just as he left it a few days ago. There was a sour and metallic smell floating around. Dirt and dried dark stains painted the walls and floor. A rusty table took most space near the left wall. Tools and weapons and ropes were scattered on it.

In the center of the badly lit room was a man sitting on a chair – legs and arms bound to it. His gray hair had sweat mixed with blood in it, his face was swollen, bruises blooming in an array of colors on it. His tired eyes followed Sylus as he entered and plopped on a chair right in front of him.

“Good evening! How was your day, professor?”, a tad of amusement mixed in his voice.

The man just spat blood on the ground near his feet, let his head hang back and closed his eyes.

“Not very talkative, I see. That won’t do. You know why?”

The professor slightly opened his eyes.

“I have questions, you have answers – at least, if you want to live, that is. The first one, why is Ever so adamant to go after a mere student?”

A coarse laugh escapes the old man, while he shakes his head.

“Is this… what it's about? That rascal? You kept me here for, what? A week? Asked about the research and now you ask about… some girl?”, a cough interrupts him, blood wetting his dry lips.

Sylus awaits, doesn’t rush. He never rushes.

Once the man recovers his breath and his coughing fit subsides, he speaks again.

“You are a businessman, Ever is a business. Don’t you think that having a student do more or less the work for you without knowing is way cheaper than hiring? Also, when they get too close or don’t listen to orders, giving them an award is better than firing someone. Everything is about efficiency. In her case, she was getting closer and closer to getting the said award for resilience and research, to phrase it this way.”, a broken chuckle escapes him, earning a wince.

“After days of keeping your mouth shut, why are you spilling now?”, Sylus says getting up and walking around. His fingers touch around the tools, looking almost absent.

“I’ve got nothing more to lose. Also, your pawn is closer to an honorable discharge than you think. It’s quite irrelevant.”

“And about the other thing?”, Sylus asks analyzing a long nail.

“Are your interests only doomed people? Do you think Ever will let you hold both of them? Your power is not limit- “

His words were starting to hold no importance to Sylus so the nail sat embedded in the professor’s temple now. The headache that started to take a hold of him, finally stopped. Irrelevant details and remarks hold no value, after all.

Your hands were carefully folding the page from the notebook. First, it looked like a bunch of triangles with no shape. The paper was headstrong, not holding the folds very well, but you got the hang of it after the second origami duck.

An army of ducks and flowers made of paper surrounds you. Maybe now your room will be warmer and less devoid of essence and personality.

The idea of sleep was annoying. You knew what would happen if you closed your eyes and it didn’t appeal.

When you were satisfied with the number of origami beings you just created, you grabbed the old colored pencils you rescued from your old apartment and started coloring them. A few ducks were pink, others yellow, followed by some blue cats, purple hummingbirds. Then you started littering them around your room – on the night stand, on your drawers, desk. The flowers were gathered in bouquets and put around in cups.

By the time you were done, everything looked more friendly.

Your eyelids were heavy, almost closing, but a small knock on your door broke sleeps’ spell on you. Opening the door, there’s no one.  All the lights seem to be off, the shop owner’s snoring being the only sound that could be heard. Your foot hits something when you are trying to get out of your room – a black box. You pick it up and get inside.

A scarlet bow sits on top of it together with a note:

“A gift. You can never be too safe.

Tuesday night. Be prepared.

-S”

You take the bow and ribbon off – maybe they will take part in another creative project of yours – and open the box.

A gun. A goddamn gun.

Your heart misses a few beats only to pick up moments later causing fluttering in your chest.

The gun is beautiful. It had a simple and elegant look. Your trembling hands pick it up. It wasn’t bulky, nor heavy. Its handle fit perfectly into your hand, a little too perfect to be comfortable with it.

The gun ends up being put back in the box in a rush and hidden in the back of your dresser. ‘Out of sight, out of mind’ echoed in your thoughts.

Your clock’s alarm rings, breaking the silence that embraced everything for a split second. It was six in the morning. A breath you didn’t know you were holding escapes your chest.

You got through another night.

-Reupload-

[whatifieatedpaperlol15]

I keep on seeing shit like

“getting rid of my neck lines!🎀🌸💖” “Using nair to remove my arm hair!!💕🎀💕” or “how to get rid of wrinkles at a young age!!!💕💕💕”

and I want to cry my eyes out so hard that Ill stop breathing and die each time.

can I just live??? Like please??? These things are natural and fine???? Im already embarrassed enough thst It’s so fucking hard to wax off all the hair on my upper lip and eyebrows n shit and I have hair everywhere that grows back way too fast and that a lot of people think that as “masculine” in a negative way at a lot of fem presenting people and whatnot I know im a mess but please can we stop making insecurities out of perfectly natural and normal human things??? Please???? As a treat??? I know this isnt anything new but come on

[ofallthingsnasty]

Scenario where Arlongs human pet falls pregnant 👉👈

oh, anon, you're so evil... i love it 😔💕

references this post

tw.minors dni, forced pregnancy, noncon, dehumanization, mutilation mention, read the tags and read them twice

It's simultaneously the best and worst thing that can happen to you in this situation.

The best because it provides you with a breather of sorts - and the worst because well, you're pregnant with that man's child. You might think he’d be angry with you - far from that, actually. The moment he catches on, he’ll be nothing but thoroughly pleased with himself. It means that he has fully tainted you, claimed every inch of your body. Of course you'd get knocked up, he'll say, how could your little human womb ever withstand his seed. And if he hasn’t called you his little cow before - he’s definitely going to, now. As utterly humiliating it is to have him smile down at you with nothing but smug malice, it also elevates your status significantly. Suddenly there is a place to sleep for you, even regular meals. No more crawling around on all fours to amuse him or the crew, no more heavy feet on your back when he decides he’d rather use you as a footstool, no more hands all over your body, pinching, groping, slapping you - and, most importantly, no more impromptu violence, at least to the extent you experienced beforehand. That little thing in you is far too valuable to torture its vessel over and risk losing it. (And he’ll tell you all about it - that he’s only being so nice to you because you’re carrying his child.) Does it mean that you’re suddenly living an almost normal life despite the circumstances? Absolutely not. You’ll still need to make yourself useful to him - you’re still their little maid-servant and work from dusk to dawn, still have to serve Arlong to your best abilities - but the abuse shifts from physical to verbal. It’s still hard, but with a full belly, a decent place to sleep and without the looming threat of getting drowned just for fun, harsh words are way, way easier to withstand than before. He is obsessed with your bump - he definitely makes you wear clothing that emphasizes it the moment you even start to remotely show. It’s the deepest form of branding to him and he develops a sick pleasure in showing you off to your old friends and family in the village that you used to call your home. He parades you around like he just bred his pedigree dog, talks on and on about how you’ve finally fully submitted and saw the light, saw what’s best for you, how you know your place - all to the mortification of the people you used to know. He’ll make a whole show of getting you examined by your old town doctor, makes sure you’re at every check-up, each time a little fuller than before, showing off your progress. (And god have mercy on them if they try to help you get rid of it because it’s an open secret that this pregnancy is entirely unwanted. He’ll slit them open top to bottom on the town square and threaten to cut your feet off - if you dare to kill his offspring he’ll simply fuck another one in you, he’ll say, expression beyond good and evil. You’ll lose a finger for the attempt; if you try again, it’ll be a limb.)

Not to mention that he’s ravenous. It’s like a switch has been flipped in his brain - where he has forced himself on you in the past to get his dick wet, to get some use out of you, he suddenly can’t keep his hands to himself because of some new-found attraction. And the more you’re showing, the worse it gets. He’ll fuck you until the day you’re due, no matter how much you complain or how straining it is for you. It’s something he retains until after you’ve given birth - from that moment on, you’ve gone from the human toy to his little breeding stock and he’ll make sure to put you to good use. You’ll never be empty again if he can help it - he’s found a new ‘feature’ of yours to exploit and he’s going to keep at it until you’re a shell of your former self, until you collapse.

And you better hope the baby takes more after him than you - he’s not going to be kind to a little half fish-man who looks more like a human than him. That poor baby has a beyond bleak future in front of them. (Don’t even think of trying to escape with your child - he’ll make you regret it every single day of your remaining life, that’s for sure.)

[luneariaa]

Hi there!how are you?! Could you write hc about the life of ash lynx x (fem)reader in which they've get rid of dino golzine? Please take your time and thank you!!

hii OMG so sorry this took quite a bit of time to do!! 🌻 had to revisit some BF stuff just to refresh my mind lmao,,

(＾▽＾" ) 💛💛💛

and i'm doing quite well THANK YOU DEAREST ANON!! 💕💕 hoping you're doing well too!! 💖💖💐💐 and i tried my best w/ this so i'm sorry if it's not to your liking!! :")

. dividers by @/cafekitsune ! 💛

first things first, of course, life would be way more peaceful as ever for ash. he doesn't particularly need to feel worried as much. his guard is still up at times ofc, but not as bad as bef.

which means he is able to see you freely now.

and like, he might leave the whole gang/mafia stuff behind, just to try pursuing a normal life with you.

with your constant support ( and maybe sometimes he wouldn't admit it ), he'll get through it well! <33

and i couldn't really decide but-- i feel like he wouldn't need much studying anymore anyway bc of his IQ level :")

buuuuut if he ever did, he probably would've wanted to take the same classes as you do if possible. i mean, he isn't that, yk introverted or anything. he still possesses the feeling of deep mistrust toward people, and i feel like maybeee it's smth he might do.

but yeah i also feel like he would try to actively avoid the whole school stuff. he wouldn't want to be asked with unnecessary questions about his past, lifestyle, etc.

he already wishes to live a normal life, after all.

and like, i somehow able to imagine him working as a barista/waiter of some sort for some reason?? idk why.

anyway, life would still be much better despite on whatever he decided to do ( away from the whole old stuff he experienced ).

he's still healing himself; both physically and mentally. and whatever your role might be around this time-- either as his best friend or even as his girlfriend, you would've support him either way.

just know that ash appreciates you a LOT. even when sometimes he doesn't even know on how to express it that well :")

okay so if the romance route happens somehow, he would be taking you out on a casual date during your break days or even his. depending on your schedules.

but his protective and cautious instinct is still present as always. he wouldn't want anything to potentially harm you when he's trying to move on from his old life with you.

his trauma and his past still haunt him at times, so he's just so, so lucky and grateful that you're there with him even during his lowest moments.

if he ever works or something, you probably will join him so you both work together in a way ( if it's smth you're able to do ).

you both def would live together if you two finally got some stable jobs ( or if you're still studying somehow, part-time job then ); separating the bills smth like that so you both would pay in a fair amount for the monthly rent and even for the groceries stuff.

omg dunno why but the idea seemed comforting-

he wouldn't mind for anything else bc if it meant to live a normal life with you, then so be it.

eiji and shorter would def pay you both a visit occasionally 10000% ( idc this will be my canon now )

i wanted to add more but i'm quite short on ideas rn :") TY FOR REQUESTING HIM OMLL <333

@luneariaa. do not repost; reblogs are alright. all rights reserved.

[dantefreakdaaaa]

hellooo, do you write angst..? i’m thinking about finding out being pregnant and too scared to tell wesker because he’s one workaholic and aggressive ass :((

(please skip if you’re uncomfortable!!! 💕💕)

Albert Wesker x Reader

Angst & fluff

Romantic!

Gn reader

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Internally you were panicking, the two lines showing up on the pregnancy test you just took made your heart drop. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and trying to rationally think. Pacing back and forth you considered your options, you could tell him but that might add stress to his current situation. Or, you could get an abortion without letting him know. But even then, what if he wanted this kid? What if it would hurt him more by getting rid of it?

Thoughts raced through your mind as you heard the living room door open, your husband coming home from a long day at Umbrella. Instantly you shoved the test into your pocket, still debating whether you should tell him.

"Dearheart? Are you in here?" He trudged into the bedroom and his glasses hung from his collar, showing off those gorgeous blue eyes that made you fall in with him. Sadly, his eye bags had grown much worse as well, long nights at the rpd deprived him of much needed sleep.

"Yes, Albert." You walked up to him and hugged him, squeezing him tight. He wrapped his arms around you as he sighed and rested his head on yours. "Albert? Are you alright? You seem a lot more tired than usual..." He took his head off of yours and you looked up at him, worry etched into your features.

"I'm fine, darling, just a... long day at work."

"Why don't we lay down, I think you really need some sleep."

He nodded his head, letting you drag him to your shared bed. You laid down first, gently laying him down on top of you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, staring up at you.

"I've missed you, darling.." He mumbled, closing his eyes and resting his head on you.

"missed you too Albert..." Your hands ran through your hair, ignoring how your hands would probably be covered in hair gel afterwards. Silently you prepared yourself to tell him how you were pregnant. It's better to do it now, just let him know right away. You sucked in a breath and opened your mouth to speak.

"Albert? There's something I need to tell you..." trailing off as you forced yourself to speak.

"yes, dear?" Staring up at you, he looked at you inquisitively and waited for you to speak.

"i...I'm pregnant..." You trailed off, preparing for some harsh words from him. He was already stretched thin, adding another person to family would just make it worse for him. You wouldn't even be mad if he complained. But instead, all he did was look down at your stomach.

"You're serious? You're sure that your pregnant, dear?" His mouth hung slightly agape, still in disbelief.

"I am, Albert. If you don't want me to keep it that's fine-"

"I'm gonna be a dad..." He looked down at your stomach and rubbed it gently, a large smile on his face. He looked ecstatic, as if he was gonna die from joy. He couldn't even fathom the idea of being a father, being a father of yours and his kid.

You sighed in relief, thankful he wasn't mad.

"Thank you, dear. Thank you so so much." He rubbed your belly again, picturing what you might look like a few months from now.

"Thank you, Albert."

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HOPE YOU LIKED IT RAHHHH ‼️

[kkinou]

lee juyeon - confession and oblivion

genre/tw: fluff, swearing

shy/awkward juyeon and fem!reader

word count: 0.4k

->💌

taking the rose in your hand, you look back up to the boy who has his head down, facing his shoes. in the corner of your eye, you see what seems to be his group of friends poking their heads around the corner of the back wall of your school, cheering him on. you cant help but laugh at the nervous aura of the boy.

juyeon has always been quite oblivious to your liking towards him. while hyunjae always claimed you were looking at him “like you were in love with him”, juyeon would insist there was nothing going on between you two. even after you asked him to the school dance, he would still insist it was just that you didnt want to go alone while your friends all had dates. in the end, you couldnt help but feel like giving up. maybe he just didnt like you back. you two became more distant as your ‘good morning <3 ’and ‘good night x’ messages disappeared. you might have thought this didnt bother juyeon, but you were entirely wrong. you found him poping up randomly around you and despite how awkward he was, he always tried his best to keep up a conversation. Now it was you who received messages like;

Juyeon🤍

“ good night !” sent 23:14

“ sorry if i woke you up, i didnt mean to” sent 23:15

“ i’ll see you tomorrow in school!” sent 23:19

“ you know that” sent 23:26

“ unless you’re sick” sent 23:31

“ please dont be sick” sent 23:31

“ not that i would hate you or something” sent 23:34

“I just want to see you tomorrow” sent 23:35

“ not in a creepy way “ sent 23:36

“ i just really like being near you” sent 23:38

“ not in a weird way again” sent 23:38

“ i give up” sent 23:39

“ goodnight “ sent 23:40

“ x “ sent 23;58

in a matter of days, you were back to being inseparable. even juyeon could see the way you looked at him now. He would catch your stares and watch as your face would flush pink whenever you got caught. both of your friends constantly tried to get either of you two to confess, but neither of you were confident enough to do it. that was until juyeon finally decided to confess. 

after looking down at the rose once more, you throw your arms around him, hugging him and whispering in his ear;

“I like you too, dumbass” 

im going to live by the motto ‘nobody’s first work is their favourite’ as this is most definitely not my favourite. i’m decided to post this as i was to get rid of my nervousness when posting my story’s as i’m insecure 😍 anyways hope you enjoyed and i’d appreciate any feedback or interactions you se fit!!

thank you~~~~~ 💕

[putschki1969]

Live Title & Promo Visuals Revealed

To commemorate the 5th Anniversary of Wakana’s solo debut, a special band live will be held for the first time in 3 years! The official title for the live was announced today!

Title: 『Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ～The “VOICE” Stories～』 Date: May 12, 2024 ◆1st Stage◆ Open 14:45 / Start 15:30 ◆2nd Stage◆ Open 18:15 / Start 19:00 Venue: I’M A SHOW (capacity: 398 seats) Starring: Wakana, Satoshi Takebe (Music Director/Piano), etc. 【Ticket price】 All seats reserved 8,500円 ※An additional 600円 drink fee will be charged at the venue Advanced Ticket Lottery: March 11~March 17 General Sale: March 30~

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I went to a wonderful studio the other day🌿 It was a lovely room with lush greenery and plenty of light. It was fun to fantasise about where I would place my furniture if I lived there 😌💕(Source)

2024/03/10 Blog post by Wakana おしゃべりガーデン第7回目‼︎〜卒業とチョコチップと「The “VOICE” Stories」〜

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Talk Garden Vol.7!! ~Graduation, Chocolate Chips, and 「The “VOICE” Stories」 ~

The 7th episode of "Wakana's Talk Garden" has been uploaded! Thank you for sending me your "graduation memories"~(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) Maybe the topic was a bit tricky this time so there weren't a lot of submissions🤣 But I definitely related to a lot of your stories about things that you want to graduate from and finally leave behind 😭✨ (I certainly want to get rid of my late-night cravings for Korean food)

By the way, I was surprised that I couldn't recall which song our choir was singing at one of my graduation ceremonies even though I was sure that I would remember such a detail. I vividly remember singing at the graduation ceremony as a member of my junior high school choir. I had a pretty loud voice but most of the other members were rather quiet so I would always hide somewhere in the back because otherwise I would stand out too much with my singing😂 (Sorry teacher, please forgive the antics of an adolescent). However, back then there was a boy in our local boys' and girls' choir and he would always make sure to sing with a loud and firm voice. I looked up to him with great respect and thought he was incredibly courageous, he honestly was my hero✨😂 (I was still hiding in the back but he encouraged me to sing with all my might) All the parents mentioned that they were amazed by how well our voices could be heard (*´-`) Despite all of that, I totally forgot what song it was ���🤣 That's the most important part! ! *laughs* Oh well, that's how life is...(I'll ask a friend next time💌)

Before I read all of your graduation stories , I went on a tangent about Baskin-Robins ice cream. It went on for quite some time so please be prepared! ! 😂 It was about my favourite chocolate chip ice cream which I had to get as soon as it came out! ♡ it was my first time in years to eat this flavour ♡ (If you add your favourite ice cream flavour in the Baskin-Robins app, you'll receive a notification when it's released). I also tried the newly released matcha brownie flavour 🍨 It was so delicious! 😳 But for some reason...I can't really recommend this particular combination of flavours🤣 It’s better to eat them individually!!👍

Well, the next talk theme is... there will be NO talk theme! 😂 I feel like everyone was having a hard time thinking of stories for the talk themes🥺 I didn't intend to inconvenience anyone...😇Please forgive me...😇 So next time, just throw some random messages at me! Don't even think about it, no matter what it is, just submit it and let me talk about it. So if you have anything you want to ask me or want me to talk about, please don't hesitate! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ Really anything is fine! 🤗💕 I’ll be waiting💕

Also, the official title for my upcoming 5th Anniversary Live has been announced✨ The full title is Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ~The “VOICE” Stories~! The title of my first tour after my solo debut was ``VOICE'', it was about having my “voice” heard and expressing my “voice”. Back then, there were so many things that felt new to me, and I'm sure it was the same for all of you. Five years have passed since then and I have come across several new "voices" within me. New thoughts and feelings were born within my heart and expressed through my "voice". And of course I've been supported by the voices of encouragement from many people throughout all these years. For these reasons, I decided to name the live The “VOICE” Stories, I want to create an environment for people to hear my new “VOICE”. I will be sharing various thoughts and sing songs from the past five years. I would be happy if you came to experience this special moment together with me. Please come to “I'M A SHOW” in Yurakucho on May 12th! ! The live promo visual has also been released🤗✨

All right, that’s it for today! Until next time~☆( *'▽'*)/

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Wakana’s Talk Garden #7

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Vol 7 Topic “Memories of Graduation”

For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on April 10th, the topic is “Something I Want to Ask Wakana/Something I Want Wakana to Talk About” The submission deadline is 03/31.