#anon if I didn't fill it already i promise i will eventually

[amethystpath-writes]

Hello :) Could you do something where the hero and villain were lovers but the villain betrayed the hero somehow and now it’s super angsty and the hero is begging so hard for the villain to not do whatever they’re going to do (maybe getting on their knees to beg too, who knows) and it’s just SUPER ANGSTY :)) Sorry for the long ask, thank you very much and I love your writing!

Hey. Hi. I swear I answered this prompt at one point and I can't remember if I did?? Help?? Someone who is dedicated and uh loves this blog enough to search the vastness of it (please don't scroll back to the BTHB prompts yikes)...would one of you be willing to find this prompt- answered- on my blog?

[glitterjay]

⭒ sub!sunghoon, getting caught, humping, denial of orgasm(?, suggestive content under cut, mdni

⭒ c's note: this was requested by an anon in my ask! i hope it's good enough, yes yes. feedback is appreciated and needed as always. i also invite you to check this out if you do like this, hehe

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @defnotfertilizedtoesw @kwiwin

you had left for a business trip that would last about a week, maybe a few days less if everything went smoothly. this was actually hell for your boyfriend, sunghoon. it was established before you left that he was not allowed to touch himself until you were home.

he was a good boy. he set his mind to do what he was told so you could reward him once you were back home. boy, was it hard with all those texts telling him you were missing him and his body so much.

those calls where you were clearly touching yourself to his voice, yet sunghoon couldn't do anything about his own problem.

he'd usually take a cold shower to get rid of his hard on, but he lost his mind on this specific day, when you sent him a voice message praising him for waiting so long, and how you were already on your way home from the airport.

sunghoon ran the cold shower once again, his hands desperately fighting the urge to grab his cock and please himself. it hurt, it really did. the ice water didn't seem to work anymore. it was as if his body had grown inmune.

when he was out, his dick was still hard as rock. he put on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants, his underwear getting stained with the precum that leaked from his tip when his mind thought of you.

the corner of the sink seemed very appealing to him, his mind already going insane. sunghoon had seen people humping tables and objects with corners in porn videos. it didn't hurt to try, right? the drive from the airport was far anyway.

-

he removed his sweatpants, leaving his boxers on, and carefully positioned himself so that his hard on rubbed perfectly on the surface of the sink. the corner o my added to his pleassure, hitting his balls from time to time as he grinded.

sunghoon didn't want to cum. he just wanted to satisfy the feeling of desperation growing within him, or so he thought. he was going painfully slow, eventually picking up his pace, too drunk in the pleasure to care about the set of rules he gave himself before starting.

hidden moans filled the room and the whole house. it was a surprise when you opened the door and heard the noises coming from upstairs. the traffic wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, so the drive home was cut short by around 5 minutes.

-

the view from your shared bathroom with your boyfriend would have given anyone a wave of pleasure. a handsome man, his hair falling over his eyes, shirtless, holding onto the sink for dear life as he humped the corner of it.

the veins in his arms bulged from how tightly he was gripping the furniture. his head hung low, and his entire body trembled. it seemed as though he might collapse at any moment.

you cleared your throat, crossing your arms as your boyfriend looked up at you with wide eyes. to make matters worse, his movements didn't stop at all.

"was being such a good mhm! boy, promise!" he said.

his eyes glistened due to the tears welling in them, threatening to fall at any second. "such a good boy, haven't cummed yet," he repeated.

"and you won't." you said firmly.

sunghoon sobbed when your hands touched his body. he was in such desperation to feel any part of you that a mere touch had him seeing stars. tou positioned yourself behind him, your hip making contact with his backside.

your arms wrapped around his torso as you started moving him again, rocking both of your bodies back and forth. your boyfriend was a whimpering and crying mess by this point, saliva dripping out of his mouth as he screamed and yelped.

"you won't cum until i say so, understood?"

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[chuluoyi]

romeo and juliet

- fushiguro megumi x reader

you were both young when you first saw each other. years later, you and your gentle childhood friend fall in love... but you're betrothed to someone else.

genre/warnings: modern royal(?) au, childhood friends to lovers, soft!megumi, fluff, forbidden love, arranged marriage, mild angst, comfort

notes: i love this request!! but i don’t know if this turned out good🥲 honestly, this is what unholy matrimony would be if done right in another universe *snorts* anyways i hope i did this right! enjoy!

had to repost it 3x bcs it didn't show up in the tags😭 based on this request: “Hey, can I ask a Megumi x Reader with the plot related to “Love Story” by Taylor Swift?” thank you anon!

listen to: love story - taylor swift duh

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Your father had always told you that you were promised to the Zen'in.

Ever since you were a child, he had groomed you to be the picture-perfect lady, and he always brought you to their ancestral home, a grand, maze-like estate you would always get lost in.

You were barely six back then, stumbling on your own feet as tears streamed down your face. You sought refuge in the gardens, hoping that someone would come to find you there eventually as you were tired of walking around.

And on that fateful day, the one who finally did was none other than the little Fushiguro Megumi, who looked at you with tilted head and confused eyes.

"Are you... okay?" he asked cautiously, and he was startled when your wide, teary eyes quickly focused on him. The next thing he knew, you immediately clung to his hand.

"I'm lost! Please help me!" you said with trembling voice, and Megumi merely blinked. This unknown girl suddenly latched onto him, well, who wouldn't be taken by surprise?

Yet, even as a child, Megumi knew how to treat someone right. Seeing you in distress, he immediately found a way to console you. "Okay... where are your parents? Let me take you back to them."

"I... don't know..."

He sighed. You were a stone throw away from bursting into tears, and he didn't want that. He had to find another way. "Don't be scared. This place seems scary, but it's not."

You scrunched your face, tears already pooling in your eyes. "How is it not scary? There are so many windows and leaves! This is more like a jungle rather than a house!"

"Well..." Megumi wracked his head and a light bulb went off in his head when he caught the sight of the flowers. He pointed at a pot of roses. "Look, they're actually quite pretty, right?"

At that very moment, your focus was completely captured by the flourishing plant, and your eyes practically shimmered with delight.

Little Megumi thought then, that you were quite lovely.

And your friendship started then, as he took you by the arm to lead you to the main foyer.

Years flew by, and the only thing that made it bearable to pay a visit to the Zen'in was meeting Megumi. You both would explore various hidden corners and knew every nook and cranny of the place. And when you reached your teens, the "playing" was replaced by studying in the library together.

"Hrrrgh, why—can't—I—reach—"

You gritted your teeth in frustration as you attempted to pull the book from the top shelf, only to fail miserably. Your were too short. But you refused to surrender, standing on your tiptoes once more, you stretched your hand as far as it would go.

Suddenly, the scent of fresh roses filled the air, accompanied by a warm presence behind you. Your back made contact with him, and a longer hand effortlessly retrieved the book you desired.

"If you're having a hard time, ask me for help, dummy," Megumi shook his head and handed you the book. "Here."

"Thank you," you pouted. Despite the frequent close proximity between you two, you still found yourself feeling giddy.

Megumi was always like this though. He was curt, but he cares. He would often cheer you up whenever you father smothered you with the talk that he couldn't wait for the day you would be living at the Zen'in estate and became their bride. He would get you flowers, let you put your head on his shoulder, or quietly watch as you cried, offering his silent presence.

You really, really hoped that if you were to be married off to the Zen'in, it would be to Megumi. He was easily the boy you'd pick over Naoya, the son of the main branch of family. You were never close to him, the way he stared at you sure gave you the creeps.

"I can ask for your help anytime, right, Megumi?" you mused, observing his cool profile as he turned the page of the book he was reading.

He regarded you with the straightest face ever. "Of course. I have always helped you since we were kids. Why wouldn't I do that now?"

"Then..." you breathed. "Can you take me somewhere... anywhere, just away from all of this?"

Megumi stilled. He knew about the conflicts in your heart. He knew you hated being played as a pawn in your father's schemes, and he hated that too, because he simply didn't like how sad it made you.

And he hated that there was the looming possibility that you might be out of his reach far sooner than he thought.

"Sure," he answered. "Where do you wanna go?"

And then, you began to do just that. Sneaking out to the gardens, finding secret meeting spots in the town—because you were dead if anyone should know.

Before you knew it, you both had each other's hearts entirely in your hands—before you knew it, his face was mere inches from yours as you both concealed yourselves behind a large cluster of foliage in the Zen'in gardens, your father and the Zen'in clan head engrossed in a conversation just a few feet away.

Your clear, wide eyes blinked up at him, and Megumi gulped. At that moment, he realized once again that you, his childhood friend, were really stunning. And that you trusted him wholeheartedly enough to go with him and be found in this position, with him.

He couldn't deny it any longer. He was in love with you. Have been for a while now.

And so even with the great risk of being found out, he led you deeper into the woods, his arm wrapped around the small of your back, and with a soft tug, he planted the gentlest, sweetest kiss on your lips—your very first kiss. Everything was sealed then.

"So, do you say yes, or not?" he mumbled afterwards, his cheeks burst into the color of peach. Meanwhile you, still breathless, touched your lips in astonishment.

"You..." you couldn't help the grin that was blooming in your face. "You like me?"

He turned away. "Who wouldn't? After making me run after you, lead you to safe places, see you cry—"

"Okay, okay!" you giggled, and the sound was like music to his ears. "Then it's a yes!"

You were the happiest with him. Amidst the intrigues surrounding you and the Zen'in clan, the times you spent with him were your saving grace.

"Am I pretty?" you boldly twirled in front of him, after meeting up at the outskirts of the town in one of your escapades. Megumi watched you from head to toe, taking note of how your flare dress hugged your form so elegantly, and the straw hat that framed your head only made you look even more adorable.

He didn't immediately answer, and when he did, all with red cheeks, you smiled brightly, expecting a compliment.

"Don't do that. People are looking. You're embarrassing yourself."

You pouted. "So I'm not pretty..."

To your surprise, he suddenly plucked your hat and pulled you behind the pillar, and then the round hat was beside your head, hiding your face—

And he stole a kiss.

"Megumi!" you jolted, blood quickly rushed to your beautiful face. "This is public place!"

His soft chuckle only served to make your heart soar even higher.

You were living the dream, with the man of your dreams beside you. This love story no one knew, you were content with it.

"By this point, all there's left to do is run," you heaved between chuckles and his feathery kisses as the two of you hid away to have your thirst in the gardens. "Can't we just run, Megumi?"

"I would, if I could," he gazed at you with a steadfast resolve. "Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess, somehow."

This love is difficult. But it's real.

But so was your father. And his will. In the summer of your coming of age, it was decided that you were going to marry Zen'in Naoya.

Your love story with Megumi... would it end just like that?

"Please, don't go!" you begged. You could hardly believe this situation right now. What did he say? End things here—?

Megumi felt his heart clench. "It's been announced already. You are to marry him. We can... no longer do this."

"But!" you argued. "You s-said... you would find a way out of it somehow..."

Your eyes glazed over, and Megumi had to look away to keep his heart from breaking completely. "I'm sorry."

At the end of the day, he was still a mere son of the branch family and stood no chance against Naoya. If you were to become the bride of his cousin, even he had to respect that.

Your heart shattered into pieces. This day had been looming on the horizon, and you'd been aware of it for some time. Your father didn't exactly conceal his greed with how he insisted on your marriage to Naoya to secure your position as the clan's main wife, instead of Megumi.

Yet it still hurt. You didn’t expect your happiness to he this fleeting, and you were disappointed that Megumi didn’t exactly fight his way through this.

“It’s… for your own good,” he added, and grimaced when he saw how you started sobbing. “I don’t want to compromise your virtue. It'll get ugly fast if people think that we're having… dalliances. You deserve better—”

"Don't patronize me!" you yelled. "Don't t-try... to tell me how to feel!"

Frankly, you never cared about virtues or anything. Most of choices made in your life weren't yours, and if you could finally make a decision through jeopardizing your fickle reputation, then so be it.

"I love you too much to let that happen," Megumi said then, baring his own feelings, that he too, didn't want this any more than you did. "You know I would do anything for you."

"All there's left to do is run," you sniffled. "If you would do anything for me, you would run with me."

Just say yes, your little heart screamed. You stared at him through your wet lashes, desperately willing him to just forget all this nonsense about family, virtue, and just choose love—your love.

But he never did. That day, he decided to leave you. This love was indeed difficult, but you really thought it was real, and now you had never felt so alone.

Days went by longer after that. Now that it had been announced to the public, as per Naoya’s will, you would move into the Zen’in estate until the day of your marriage. You resented and barely knew him, and your gut feeling was proven true when he smirked before you, pulling you into one of the hidden compartments of this godforsaken place.

“Don’t think I didn’t know about what you and he were up to,” he spat viciously. “You should’ve already known that you are always meant to be my wife—and what did you do? You’re putting me to shame as you and that lesser bastard run around.”

“He would always be better than you,” you bitterly scoffed.

“Get it through your head already, you’re to become my wife, and that’s final.”

“You can’t do anything if I don’t want to anyway. Beware of upcoming scandals in the future.”

And with that, came the first day of your misery. Naoya locked you up in that desolate place.

You were missing.

Megumi had noticed it for quite a while. Even if you were no longer his, his heart still longed for yours, and ultimately he wanted to make sure if you were okay. You moving in into his home should increase the chances of him seeing you, and yet, it was as if you had disappeared into the thin air.

It was an understatement to say that he was just worried. He knew Naoya wasn’t exactly the kindest in this household, but he really expected him to at least treat you right.

He still remembered how the tears fell from your beautiful eyes, telling him not to go. Megumi was as heartbroken as you, if not more. He had the choice when you asked him to run, yet he willingly stopped and did what he believed to be the right thing.

Was this still the right thing though?

As the maids hurried past, yelling something that vaguely sounded like your name and the phrase "starving herself!", Megumi felt his blood run cold. Without hesitation, he forcefully grabbed one of them, demanding answers.

“Where is she? What happened to her?”

The maid merely cowered with worry and fear. “Master Naoya… specifically instructed us not to let the miss pass freely…”

Megumi didn’t quite recall what he did, but he couldn't forget the frantic pounding of his heart as he rushed through the gardens to find you in the small room tucked away in the farthest corner of the vast compound, near the servants' dormitory. He practically tore the door off its hinges when he opened it.

You abruptly spun around to face the commotion, thinking that it may be your shitty fiancé, utterly bewildered.

Megumi scrutinized you closely, and gradually, he could feel his anger simmering beneath the surface.

You were pale, your hair was a disheveled mess, but what truly infuriated him was the sight of your broken nails and the dried blood. All he could think of was that you probably tried to claw your way out of this place.

"Megumi?" your voice sounded too hoarse to his liking. You looked at him as if you couldn't believe he was real. His heart shattered.

He shouldn't have left you. He should've run with you. You shouldn't have to be alone and hurt like this.

"Save me," you croaked with small voice, eyes brimming with unshed tears and fear.

That did it. When he heard the approaching rapid footsteps, he made the swiftest, life-changing decision of his life.

He caught a hold of your arm, and pinned you to the wall. And when the entirety of the household arrived in your doorstep, Naoya included, he made it a show as if the two of you were having the most scandalous tryst of the town.

"This ends here," he grunted, casting a glare at his rotten cousin. "I'm marrying her."

"I got tired of waiting, you know," you giggled, peering at your beloved's sullen face. "My faith faded at one point."

Megumi hummed, clasping his hand in yours. "I'm sorry."

You rolled your eyes, staring at the clear waters under the cruise. "I kept waiting, but you never came... and when you did, you caused us to make the headlines."

Your wedding to Megumi was both the grand event and scandal of the year. The sudden change of groom on such short notice triggered disapproving glances from most of the people you knew in this infuriating town, but frankly, you didn't care.

"I thought you wouldn't fight for me at all,” you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.

"I've always believed that if it would make you happy in the end, I would be fine with it," Megumi said, gently tucking your hair behind your ear as the wind swept by.

"And then? What made you finally let go of that righteous, self-sacrificing thoughts?"

The softest smile was graced his lips. "I love you, and that's all I really know."

You didn't give a damn about what anyone else had to say because, in this moment—as you sailed on your honeymoon cruise, and throughout this love story, from your childhood and forevermore, he is the prince, and you are his princess.

[taeraeszn]

hiii i know your rqs are closed but i wanted to put this in your inbox before i forgot/lost your account.

the headcannons u made on zb1 missing their date.. can you do an extension of yujins where he makes it up to you?

abs fine if you dont wanna do it but id love to see how youd write it 🫶

(if u do end up doing it, pls write yujin being a bit bold. or asking his hyungs for help. hes always written so shy in the other ones 😅)

when zb1 misses a date - yujin extension

hi anon <3 i thought i could write something quickly for you as i've never gotten an ask like this! i actually had to look back at what i wrote bc i forgot what i had written for yujin lol. enjoy!!

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"i feel like the worst.." yujin mumbled while sitting his bed. gyuvin who was laying next to him sat up while comforting him.

"don't worry. i'm sure they forgive you. their coming here today right?" he nodded then checked his phone, seeing a notification from you on kakaotalk. in the message you were informing yujin of what time you'd be there at, three.

"do you think they'd be okay with just watching something inside with some snacks and drinks?"

gyuvin took a bite of the popcorn that just came fresh out of the microwave, "yeah indoor dates are cute...hey, these taste really good!"

as time was ticking till your arrival, gyuvin ended up leaving and yujin had the entire afternoon to himself. his family would also be out leaving the house to the two of you.

the doorbell rang and terry rushed to the door, jumping in excitement. he took a deep breath in and opened the door to reveal you standing you. terry pounced in excitement and you picked them up (idk terry's gender forgive me).

"hi terry!" you greeted, petting their head gently. as you put them down, you faced yujin.

"hi..." you said to your boyfriend, he smiled, "hi, did you get here safely?" you nodded then making your way inside and to his living room.

"yeah the bus was a bit crowded but otherwise it was fine." yujin guided you to his couch and you sat down with the blanket over top of you, terry also decided to accompany the two of you. you took notice of the drinks and snacks on the coffee table.

"i know i already said it but i'm sorry, i still really guilty about it. i wanted to make up for what happened so i brought all of your favourite snacks and drinks. i want today to be better. we can do whatever you want today, this is your day."

you were surprised at yujin's forwardness but appreciated the effort he put into making this day special. without words, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

"i'm so happy you all of this for me yujin! you didn't have to though. honestly just doing nothing with you is all i need." he quickly turned on netflix to look through some k-drama's to watch.

"y'know what.." he handed the remote to you, "choose what you want to watch." he scooched a bit closer to you and gently held your hand.

"oh-what? really?"

"for sure." you grabbed a handful of popcorn then scrolled through the selection, eventually picking one. as it began playing, silent embraced the two of you but however you enjoyed it. this was the best type of date to make up for yesterday.

but just then.."(name)." you turned away from the tv, "i love you." you giggled, "love you too."

the rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter and smiles between you and yujin. he was sure to make this the best date ever, even ordering pizza later in the day.

in the end, yuijin did follow up on his promises and in the best way ever.

[mandu-17]

TWICE reaction to their S/O proposing

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: How would Twice react to their s/o proposing to them? Would any members say no?

A/N: well to answer your question anon i think it very much depends on when would their s/o propose but for writing this reaction i got them all a happy ending i hope you're okay with that (it's what you all deserve)

Nayeon

Nayeon's confidence was probably your favorite thing about her however you didn't expect her to be so lost for words when you pulled out the box with engagement ring. It was rare to see your girlfriend so shocked. For a second you began to fear that she'll say no, since you expected her to jump into your arms in a matter of seconds. Suddenly Nayeon blinked two times before the most beautiful smile you've ever seen crawled onto her face. And that's when she threw her arms around you tightly, you could barely breathe. But even air didn't seem important in that moment. The woman of your dreams saying 'yes' was all that mattered.

"Yes! Baby, I'm so happy, I can't believe it!"

Jeongyeon

For Jeongyeon, it was truly the happiest day of her life when you proposed. Despite being a couple for so long, she still had these insecurities to deal with. Truth be told, for some obnoxious reasons she felt unworthy and the possibility of you choosing someone else eventually was in the back of her head most of the time. So when you asked her to become your wife, it seemed like huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Later on it'll probably be end up as one of the sweetest memories for both of you. That day you already made important promises - for Jeongyeon to never doubt herself again and for you to never let her do that.

"Yes, yes, yes! I don't even know what to say, baby."

Momo

Momo honestly couldn't remember when she was this happy. At this point she couldn't live without you and you asking her to marry you meant that you really felt the same. You cooed before pulling her into you lovingly when her eyes slowly started to fill with tears. It was the first time you saw Momo cry, she was always able to keep her emotions in check but with you it was so hard to control herself. She gladly accepted the ring and kept admiring how perfectly it fitted on her finger. Seeing you lean down to kiss it made her heart race, the next thing you felt were her lips against yours. Momo didn't intend on pulling away quickly.

"Are you serious? It even fits perfectly, just like you and me."

Sana

Loud squeal that left Sana’s lips startled you a little nevertheless you remained in kneeling position in front of her. The way she was staring into your soul made you even more nervous than you’d already felt. Although the warmth in Sana’s eyes let you know that there was nothing to be afraid of. Her lips formed an adorable, shy smile as delicate blush spread onto her cheeks. Truth be told you had her heart years ago, Sana knew that you were meant for her. At some point, she even started to plan her own proposal. Although words couldn’t really describe how heartwarming it was to see you asking for her hand.

“Baby, yes! A million time yes!”

Jihyo

These brown eyes were blown wide at the sight of you on your knee. A part of her wanted to scream and the other to cry tears of joy. Jihyo felt like she could literally do anything, she felt like flying already. She knew that you were the one for her, the only one fitting so perfectly. Your relationship was something she took very seriously. Her members also loved you and your close bond with them was actually one of the reasons Jihyo was certain that sooner or later the two of you wpuld definitely get married. You didn't really surprise her that much if that's what you were going for although you sent her to cloud nine for sure.

"Y/N, you're my everything! I can't wait to marry you."

Mina

It was like a scene straight out of movie. You took care of everything, the scenery, music in the background and romantic dinner. Mina felt it in her bones that something special was bound to happen that night. She was absolutely right because you officially asked for her hand in marriage. There was no way she’d say no, she was already sure of it. After everything you two had been through, Mina’s heart was truly set on you. Even though the sight of the ring got her blood pumping with excitement, Mina was calm about her future with you. You were her soulmate and she gladly accepted it.

“It’ll be my honor to become your wife, Y/N.”

Dahyun

Dahyun started calling herself by your last name already long time ago. Even if it was an often brought up inside joke between you two, she got very emotional. Dahyun froze shortly before tears started shining in her warm eyes. She didn't really know what to say except for agreeing to your proposal. Your girl went in for a hug, wanting nothing more than to spend forever in your arms. Unfortunately, she had to pull away in order for you to actually put the ring on her finger. That's when the whole mood lightened up again. In no time she was flexing her ring to literally everybody she met.

"It's the most beautiful ring I've ever seen, of course I have to show off."

Chaeyoung

With a loud gasp Chaeyoung kept staring at you, her eyes wide as ever. She just couldn't believe it, couldn't tell if everything that was happening was indeed real. Her soulmate asking her to marry them? Chaeyoung stopped watching romantic comedies a lot of time ago because she didn't want to get disappointed however you were better than any character she could even think of. And you were very much real, your eyes shining with love and anticipation for her answer. Your soft hands that were gently holding up the ring to her, you really were her favorite person in the whole world. With no doubt, she confidently said yes.

"Of course I'll marry you, Y/N! You make me so happy, I love you so much."

Tzuyu

Tzuyu was genuinely speechless, her whole face beaming at you and her dimple appearing more visible than ever. Thankfully you could tell by the look in her pretty eyes that she agreed. She was still very young, a voice in her head told her. Although with you she was sure of everything. Tzuyu knew that with you she won't be lost. You'd been taking such good care of her for these past few years, there was no one else in her mind, no one else except for you. She was incredibly excited at the thought of planning wedding or how good you'd look in your wedding attire. For some reason Tzuyu already couldn't wait to oficially be your wife.

"Y-yes! You're not kidding, right? I love you so much, Y/N!"

[jakeyzzz]

I'll be here

requested by an anon !♡

(fluff/angst) - { hurt - comfort } heeseung x f!reader oneshot

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⚠️♡ warnings - ( reader's parents fighting, screaming, arguments, sadness, depression, swearing, running away, sneaking out, crying, mentions of feeling alone, comfort, cuddling, hugging, kissing, heeseung being the most amazing human being ever - ) ♡⚠️

!! please let me know if I missed anything 🌻

!!! english is NOT my first language so please be nice

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Emptiness. That's the only Word that could ever describe the Way you felt when you opened your Eyes in the Morning after hearing your Parents constantly screaming at each other in the Kitchen for the whole Night. You felt weak, scared and maybe even a little angry. You didn't know what the Fight was about. But to be honest ... you didn't even really wanted to know. You've already had enough to worry about, since you've been kind of depressed. But your Parents never listened to you. They just always acted like they didn't care when you told them about your Problems and Fears. They made you feel alone, and sometimes even unwanted. And that made you wish your Parents were more loving, and especially caring .

When you heard them arguing again right after you woke up, you just wanted to scream into your Pillow. You could've sworn that you heard Glass shattering on the Floor from the Kitchen, which made you flinch slightly. You were sick and tired of their shit, and you just wanted to leave. You just started sobbing into your Pillow, trying to think of a Way to get out of here. You just couldn't do this anymore. But where the hell were you supposed to go ? You didn't have many Friends, and the rest of your Family lived far away from where you lived. You were basically alone.

But then, one specific Person popped into your Head.   Lee Heeseung.  He has helped you a lot of Times before. He picked you up after your Parents left you in the middle of a random Street at night after a big Argument, and let you stay at his house for over a Week. He also got into a pretty big Fight with your Parents for you before, and basically saved your ass with that. That Boy was basically your personal guardian Angel. He protected you. And whenever you were with him, you felt safe. He gave you, what your Parents were never able to give you. Comfort and Safety.

So you didn't even think twice, before finally dialing his Number. And only after a few Seconds, he picked up. ,, Y/N? Are you alright ?'' Hearing his soothing Voice made you smile softly, even though you were still crying. He heard you sniffling through the Phone. You shook your Head, even though he couldn't even see it. ,, Actually, i'm not alright. I really need to get out of here, Heeseung. I was wondering, If i could come to your house and stay over for a few Days . I don't wanna bother you though'' You mumbled through your Tears. ,,No, please come over. You know you're always welcome. I'll be right here waiting for you.'' Heeseung answered with no hesitation. He sounded worried. ,,Thank you, Heeseung. I promise I'll make it up to you some Day'' You said, wiping your Nose before hanging up to pack your Stuff. You grabbed your Backpack from the Corner of your Room and stuffed everything you'll need for the next few Days inside of it.

You packed some Clothes, your Toothbrush, your Phone, your Makeup and some other Stuff you thought you might need. And when you were done with that, you threw on a Hoodie and made your Way out of your Room. You quickly ran down the Stairs, before taking a last glance at your Parents in the Kitchen. They were still fighting. And they didn't even notice you standing there, which made your Heart clench and your Eyes fill with Tears once again. So you quickly turned around, and eventually left your House.

You hugged yourself the entire time on the Way to Heeseung's House, trying to get some warmth. And you cried. You cried so much. You didn't want anyone to see you cry though, which made you walk faster as you tried to hide your Face as good as possible. You felt pathetic. But you knew it was okay to cry ... Heeseung taught you that a while ago. And only a few Minutes later, you finally arrived at his House.

You softly knocked on his Front Door, before waiting for him to open the Door. And after a few Seconds, he finally did. He looked at your Tear stained Face in worry, before quickly pulling you into a tight hug. He softly caressed your Back, as he let you sob into his Chest. ,,It's okay Angel, you're safe in my Arms. '' Heeseung carefully kissed your Head, before pulling you inside of his House. He realized your Hands were Ice cold, as he took you to his Room. He took your Backpack, before making you sit down on his Bed.

He eventually ended up giving you a Blanket, so you could stop freezing. And right after that, he sat down next to you. You looked so exhausted and it was so hard to look at. ,,I think it was my fault they got into that Argument. You know, there's that Voice inside my Head that keeps telling me I'm the Problem'' You said, biting your Lip to stop yourself from crying. Heeseung furrowed his Eyebrows as he shook his Head. ,, Don't listen to that Voice, Y/N. Listen to my Voice. I'm so sorry I can't take the Pain away from you but I need you to know, that you were never the Problem. And i'm here for you. I'm never gonna leave.'' Heeseung said,making you look at him as another Tear ran down your Cheek. You forced a soft smile on your Face. ,,How long can I stay here?'' Heeseung softly smiled. ,,You can stay for as long as you need.'' He said.

You loved Heeseung so much. He was exactly what you needed in the Moment, and he chose the perfect Words to make you feel better. And what he did next, made your Heart flutter. He hesitantly lowered his Head, before softly kissing the Tears away from your Cheeks. You closed your Eyes at his gentle Touch. You've never felt so loved by anyone. And even though Heeseung never told you he loved you, you could feel it. ,,I'm glad you're here.'' He whispered between his feathery kisses. ,,No one's ever done this to me before'' You stated, making Heeseung look at you with a soft Smile on his Lips. You looked at Heeseung, as he put a thick strand of Hair behind your Ear. ,,Can I try something?'' Heeseung softly nodded his Head at your Question.

You nervously cupped his Cheek with your Hand, looking into his Eyes before taking a quick glance at his Lips, making Heeseung giggle quietly. And then you finally leaned in, pulling Heeseung into a soft Kiss. The Kiss started off soft and gentle, but eventually got more passionate and heated, making Heeseung break the Kiss quickly. ,,Can you promise me not to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable ? If it gets too much, please pull away'' You nodded your Head,resting your Forehead against his before Heeseung pulled you into another deep Kiss.

He touched you so beautifully, you could feel how much love he had for you. ,,I've been wanting to kiss you for a while'' You murmured against his Lips,making him smile against yours. You pulled away before giving him one last peck on his beautiful, plump Lips. Heeseung pulled you onto his Lap, before wrapping his Arms around your Waist as you wrapped yours around his Neck. ,,So...you've never kissed anyone before?'' You shook your Head at his Question. ,,Nope , never.'' Heeseung hid his Face in the Crook of your Neck. ,,Well, can I get another Kiss?'' Heeseung mumbled into your Neck,making you chuckle. ,,You're lucky I love kissing you'' You said, making Heeseung look at you again to press a soft Kiss on your Lips. ,,I love you Y/N, and I'll do anything to protect you. I'd even risk my life for you'' You looked at him in adoration, stroking his Cheek softly. ,,You're a Gift sent from Heaven, Hee. I love you too''

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Thomas or Arthur Shelby with a reader who has a very high libido? Yes, it would be interesting.

Dear Anon,

This is pretty steamy or at least I think so. It's a bit on the shorter side and written in point form but I added gifs - which idk I couldn't help myself NSFW!!! But they were too pretty to leave out.

Hope you like it!

Warnings - sex, lots of it, insecurity about body after having a baby, pregnancy sex

18+

Minors please do not proceed. This content is not suitable, please keep yourself safe and stay away. Thank you 💕

Thomas didn't understand how you could always be ready to go. At first, he worried you were forcing yourself to put on a show, trying to keep his attention so he didn't stray elsewhere. It was a reputation he came to hate once meeting you. 

Then he tried to ignore you a little bit, just enough to give you some breathing room. That went over like a lead balloon, and he wondered why women didn't come with individual sets of instructions. You got so upset, furious with him that he wouldn't give you the real reason he was pulling away. Thoughts of other women and dangerous business deals filled your head. Eventually, he gave up promising and attempting to explain why he was giving you space and just fucked you on the desk. How he managed to push the thoughts from your mind? He didn't know. He just knew it was in his best interest to keep you happy and satisfied. 

He still had no idea what turned you on.

You’d often slide across the bench seat and take his hand off the wheel to slide between your legs. This made him late, the temptation to pull over and embrace her properly was too overwhelming. 

People said it wouldn't last long. That you would settle down. But a year had passed and you were just as demanding as the day you'd first hooked up. you didn't seem happy unless his hand was around your throat, him whispering horrid things in your ear.

Initially he didn't understand why on earth you would want him to do such things to / he wasn't sure he could manage it as you were just so soft and sweet looking. He managed and never questioned why ever again. You always had lots of fantasies and would just jump into one when it suited you. Fucking him on the benches of Parliament.

She had no shame. Getting on her knees at the office, taking what belonged to her, and placing it in her mouth. Completely at ease with the space, and unbothered by ruing his schedule or making him suffer during phone calls. 

He’d bent you over countless bathroom sinks. Watching your face in the mirror as he silently ripped into you. 

Mornings where you’d follow him into the shower. 

“No. No - you kept me up half the night. I have a meeting. We talked about this.” He’d scold you, finger raised. “No fucking.” but he could already feel gravity pulling him to your body. Wordlessly you didn't have to do anything but fall to your knees. Water falling into your face. You took him down in one go and it took everything in him not to cum down your throat. Grabbing you by the hair he held you there for a moment. Pulling you away he watched the thrill light in your eyes as you got your way - as always. He pulled you up fucking you against the cold tiles. Loving the way you were desperate for him. Biting your wet skin, the absolute mess you made when you finally let go. How you only laughed when the hot water ran out. 

The unavoidable happened - you were swelling up with his child. Thinking he’d put a baby in you meant your body would be satisfied for the 9 months it was working hard was just another wrong assumption. All it meant was strange positions and multiple orgasms. Fucking you until you said he could finally cum and be done with it. Long nights. Even in the moments of labor when it was just the two of them you’d drag his hand between your legs to try and push away the pain. 

The babe was a challenge to work around, and suddenly you drifted away. Not ever wanting out of your clothes. Bathing with the door locked. He started to realize how your needs balanced him out, he missed your wild adventures. 

Eventually, he caught you late at night before bed - hand between your own legs, sweat across your forehead. He’d entered the room desperate to touch you. Your hands pushed him away. He felt his heart start to break as tears streamed down your face. He begged but you wouldn’t budge. “You don’t want to see me like this” The words finally choked out. He saw it as a challenge. He kept an eye on you to see if you’d really push him off, he got you out of your clothes as he took his time coming back to your body. Worried that perhaps you were still in pain from giving birth. It wasn't something he figured women would just bounce back from, he was in the room as you had requested, and he wasn't sure if he’d recovered from it. Once you were down to your slip, he watched you reach up to turn the lamp off. Leaving him in darkness as his hands slowly peeled it off. He reached over and turned it back on. You let out a sharp noise trying to cover yourself. He finally pieced it together. You didn't want him to see your body, because it was different. 

“Love, come off it. It’s just me” You burst - he didn't realize that women even talked about these things, let alone pressured each other. Pol and Esme told her to ignore them, but a few other friends worked a fear into her head that once seeing her like this he’d be turned off of her forever.

He spent hours working over every part of her. Massaging, kissing, and praising her. Trying to get his wife back. Trying to get her to understand that there wasn't anything that would take him from her. It took all night but he got his wife back one orgasm at a time. 

You got comfortable again, tamed by responsibility and lack of sleep, but just as needy and persuasive as always. 

No matter how tired or beat up he was, there was nothing that would take away his pain or suffering like your embrace. 

Hope this was alright! Let me know if gifs work for these types of asks.

[ragnvdnir]

Hello!

Have you considered a scenario where Kazuha proposes to the reader or vice versa? Love your writing!

love is in the air

summary: how he met you; loved you, and promised to marry you

character: kazuha x gn!reader

genre: just fluff <3

warnings: referring kazuha's dead friend as ‘tomo’, kazuha's backstory, beidou cameo, venti and diluc's cameo, wine intake

word count: 2.3k

note: anon tysm for requesting and loving my writing!! i swear i feel so happy bc of what you said, i was surprised tbh, but here is your request! ty again and i wish you will enjoy this. i also wrote their love story btw i hope you don't mind ( ◜‿◝ )♡

now playing: say yes

“im in front of you, im right here. tell me with your lips say yes, say yes. without knowing im going to you, i wanna tell you my heart with the blowing wind, love is true”

He was known as Kaedehara Kazuha first before he was recognized as The Wandering Samurai when he fled away from his homeland, Inazuma. By the time he was born, the renowned noble samurai clan, Kaedehara Clan, was on the verge of collapsing.

When he grew up, he met a lot of people from his wandering in Inazuma, and eventually became friends with the reckless Tomo. The two have been companions for a while before Tomo faced his end after losing to a duel with Kujou Sara and unfortunately the Raiden Shogun herself finishing him off with the musou no hitotachi.

He was too late when he arrived there, Tomo was already slained by the Shogun. He grabbed his friend's vision and run away from that place. And that's how he became a wanted man. He hid but the shogunate managed to find him and they fought to arrest him.

From there, he runs towards the sea, swimming to getaway. When he was already too tired, he lost hope, ready to face his death. But Beidou found him in the sea and helped him to get back to life. Kazuha has been welcomed by the crew, he became a temporary member after Beidou took him in. She introduced him to the members of the crew, including you, her friend.

She asked you to welcome him to Liyue, touring him and letting him experience the cultures and food, to which you agreed. Beidou never told you who and what he is when you asked her, she simply answered, “It's for you to find out and for him to tell.”

What she said made you curious about the man. You first tried talking to him to get to know him better. He answered you nice and short, but that's it. He didn't add anything, simply giving answers to your questions and replying to your thoughts.

‘Who is he and why is he mysterious?’ You wondered wide awake that night. You came up with a plan to get close to him, to know what is the reason Beidou couldn't tell you why she took, and after that, you'll leave him alone.

It started with you bringing him Liyue foods, conversing with him, asking him about his haikus, accompanying him to his wandering— hell you even accompanied him to Mondstadt where he met a certain drunkard bard who have an anemo vision too. All of this, you did just to fill up your curiosity.

That night, the bard who introduced himself as Venti invited him for a drink in a known tavern in Mondstadt, Angels Share. To say that night is peaceful is a lie, a big lie to be exact.

Kazuha likes wine and Venti also likes them, you might think nothing will go wrong but you are mistaken there. The two gentlemen drank dandelion wine until they were left stuttering on their words. Showcasing their poems and seeing who's the best while having their cheeks flushed red from being drunk, the two really got along well. You can only sigh at the two of them and continued drinking your drink. You also noticed the bartender shaking his head at the both of them while wiping the glasses and serving the patrons drinks. The two won't stop drinking if the bartender didn't tell them that the tavern is closing.

“Drinking like as if it's your last, tsk.” You mumbled while holding Kazuha to help him stand up. You wrapped Kazuha's one arm on your shoulder as you held his waist to help him.

Kazuha whipped his head towards you, “Are you aware that I heared your little mumbling?”

His movement and words startled you that made you look at him. As you did that, your nose touched each other. Your eyes widened at the sudden proximity as your heart picks up its rhythm.

“I have a high sense of hearing. I hear the voices of nature, including you and your beating heart that seems to pump rapidly in a rush.” He said in a hushed tone that send shivers on your body.

You gulped while your eyes flicker. He only smiled at you and blink slowly like a lovestruck man. His gaze send your stomach tickling.

“W-what are you looking at? Do i have anything on my face?” You looked away from him and coughed.

“What is your real intention, Y/n?”

“Huh?”

“Do you think that I wouldn't notice how you try so hard to get close to me? You must have your reasons, yes?” He removed his arm around you and stood up on his own. The drunk Kazuha seemingly departed already. It left you astounded how keen he is.

You sighed and finally answered him. “Fine, I was trying to figure out who are you and what did you do. I mean Beidou is kind, but she wouldn't let someone join the crux that fast without a reason,”

Kazuha laughed, “I like frank people. You're frank, i like you,”

“Hey, you two!” You don't have the time to react on his words when someone called you both. You and Kazuha looked back towards Venti the bard who held a bottle in his hands.

“Love is in the air, said the anemo archon!” He giggled and gave you two a salute before singing away in the streets of Mondstadt.

“He's really drunk.” You said and followed Kazuha as he starts walking back to the place you'll stay for the night.

“I'm a wanted man.” You watched Kazuha with wide eyes as he sat on the couch. The thing that you've been trying to find the answers to is now in front of you.

“What do you mean?”

“I'm sure you're aware of the vision hunt decree that is happening right now in Inazuma, yes? I stole my friend's vision, now I am on a run because of it.” Kazuha simply elaborated while he lay down on the couch.

“Where's your friend right now?” You sat on the mattress as you waited for his response. You can see how he hesitated to give you an answer based on how he kept opening his mouth but no words came out.

“It's alright, you don't have to answer if it is too personal,”

“No, I will give you answers,”

“My friend has already passed away. The Electro Archon finished him off.”

You shut your mouth after that. Silence filled the small room. You don't know what to say. You can only mutter a small ‘im sorry’.

“Not your fault. You can have the bed, I'll sleep on the couch.” Only nodding at his words, you lay on the mattress. Your body facing Kazuha's figure.

“Good night, Kazuha,” You whispered softly.

“May the nightmares stay away from you, Y/n.” He glanced back at you before closing his eyes, going into sleep.

Both of you never talked about what happened that evening again when you came back to Liyue.

Now that you finally have your answers, you thought you should stop bothering him. But you simply couldn't. It was now that you realized that in your everydays, there is Kazuha. You couldn't think of what will you do if you stopped now even if your curiosity killed the cat already. Kazuha is already familiar with Liyue, so why can't you let him be on his own?

Nevertheless, you are still stuck around him, and Kazuha doesn't mind it. In fact, he said he enjoyed your company— your warmth.

That was the start of your good days. The everydays not lasting without seeing each other. The days where suddenly, everything behind his haiku is about you. The days where he will create haiku in a rock that is filled with beams of mid-afternoon daylight. However, your image in his mind prisons his attention, resulting to him creating a haiku for you instead.

Kazuha does not tolerate distraction, for it may lead him into something dangerous. But, if you were the distraction and danger, perhaps, he might learn to embrace it.

He has been distracted countless junctures already. Never once did he let you stop for its sending him to serenity; a place— or a person rather— where he wants to rest, keep his eyes closed for a moment and open them to see you first things first on his sight, beaming at his beauty.

You asked Kazuha “Do you have a type?” He asked you what is a type. You told him it's a person you like, a person you want and need, a person who captivated you, a person who is your everything. If you were to ask the past Kazuha who doesn't even know you yet, he would simply say no or no one. But how come when you asked the present Kazuha now who held your hand delicately, the answers suddenly changed?

“In this world where I met and interacted with a lot of people from my wanderings. The only answer that I have is you. You are everything you've defined.”

Kazuha does like frank people because he thinks there is no need to hide everything you wish to say. Yet, he is not frank. He loves being passive to you for he can coat it with flowers and still makes you flustered around him.

You and Kazuha never had a label, you're just casually ... there beside each other, simply existing. You both don't mind it though. What matters is you are there and he is there. Even so, for what reason did Kazuha suddenly want to settle down with you? Is it when he saw a man asking his lover to be his spouse? Who knows? Maybe that clicked something in Kazuha's mind.

However, Kazuha and settling down doesn't go well. So he came to ask you if you would still accompany him.

“Would you want to be my companion in my wanders?”

“I want to, but i can't,” Kazuha's heart shrunk at you words.

“That's why I will wait for you. You can return to me and I will have my open arms for you to come back to.” You added and gazed at him with eyes full of love.

Kazuha took your hand and kissed it gently, you can feel his smile while he did that for a few seconds before returning his gaze to you.

“You never fail to make me realize that you are full of wonders, i wished to wander you a bit more,” He caressed your fingers and gave them a kiss once more.

“Fret not, I will return to you every time. Until then, will you be well?” Kazuha looked at you with hopeful eyes.

“Hell I am! ... just— just return to me, please?” You're eyes watered at the thought of him leaving you hanging. Your poor heart wrenched at the danger that will follow Kazuha as he returns to Inazuma.

“It's an oath, I will come back to you. I still need to marry you, after all.” Your tears dropped as he said those words. Your hands trembled against him.

“M-marry me? You will?”

“I do, will you?” He felt his heart thumps against his chest, quick and loud.

“A million times yes until I have no voice to say yes!” You grabbed his face from the excitement and smashed your lips against him. This caused Kazuha's eyes to open wide. You two never kissed at all. You've never been intimate with him.

Your eyes opened as it finally came to you what you did. You look at Kazuha who is already looking at you with his ruby eyes blown wide. You immediately parted and covered your mouth before turning around and covering your whole face as it heats up from embarrasment. You silent screamed at your hands while managing to curse yourself mentally as many as you can.

‘Are you insane!? Why would you do that!? You're so stupid!?’

Meanwhile, Kazuha was too stunned to speak. He opens his mouth to say something but closes them as his face turned scarlet red like his eyes.

No one talked for a minute until Kazuha placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Can you face me now?” You immediately shook your head and shy away from him. He chuckled because of this.

“It's fine, you're not the only one who's embarrassed.” This made you faced him while having your hands on each side of your cheeks to hide the heat.

“Though, I wouldn't mind another one.” He smiled slyly at you. If you thought your face cannot get hotter than already it is, you're wrong.

“But, Can I?” You won't deny how you liked his soft lips against yours. You can only nod while missing how his lips feels against yours.

Kazuha tucked your hair behind your ears before resting them on your nape and closing his eyes to lean in and give you a proper kiss. He stayed still for a moment before his lips move soft and slow against yours. You followed his pace and placed your hands on his shoulder. He dips you a little which made you giggle against his mouth and gently hit him. He smiled at this and only dip you more. You leaned away and laughed against his lips.

Not far away from you two, you hear Beidou's voice approaching. “What a show lovebirds! Sorry to break it to you but I have to take your man now, Y/n. Everyone is already there except this lover boy right here.”

You rested your head on Kazuha's shoulder to hide from another embarrassment. He can only sigh and told Beidou he will follow her to which she teases him that he only wants another kiss and walks away.

“It saddens me to bid my farewell here. But i will surely comeback for our wedding,”

You nodded and pinched his cheeks,“You better be, I will be here to welcome you,”

“See you soon, take care of yourself while I'm away?”

“Mhm, you should too.” You let go of him as he followed Beidou.

“And Kazuha?” He turned around to face you and saw you fiddling with your fingers, hesitating.

“I love you,” You mouthed at him that sends his heart melting from your scorching love.

“And I, love you more than i already have.”

note: i didn't it expect it to be this long lolol, a reblog would be really appreciated and it will help me to grow :>>

©kazu-topia 2022, do not copy or translate, thank you!

[tojigasm]

Toji with an s/o who tears up whenever he’s yelling at them

Ooooh anon and you already know he'd feel so bad :( this was a little harder for me to write because I too get really scared when people yell at me and I end up crying, besides that, I tried to make this angsty, I hope you enjoy<3

Toji felt immediate regret fill his mind when he saw your bottom lip tremble at his yells.

You were visibly shaking, hands grasping his hoodie you had stolen earlier that morning because you were so cold, as you struggled to search for comfort amidst toji's uninterrupted rage.

You were so small in front of him, eyes wide with fear and worry, tears already starting to pool and run over your cheeks. You looked so alone and frightened.

Toji knew when you got like this you'd run to him for help and stability, his large embrace helping ground you and bring comfort - and knowing he was the cause for your current state tore a hole though his heart.

He hadn't meant to scare you, he really hadn't. He just- when he had seen you get so close to that curse... even though he had told you to stay behind him. He couldn't help but feel absolute rage towards the evil thing that had dared even come within a foot of his precious girl. He had always promised to protect you and the fact that he could have easily lost you if he wasn't there terrified him.

"Kid...c'mon, m'just-" toji was cut off by you choking on your own tears, hyperventilating as he stepped closer to you.

"S-stop." Your voice caught in your throat, breath hitching. You were so frustrated, deep down you knew toji wanted to protect you but he had really scared you.

You wanted so badly to run into his arms and have him hold you, have him make it all better, but you were too scared to even move.

Backing away from him, your grip on your his hoodie tightened. Before you could stop yourself, the flood gates opened and you began sobbing hysterically.

Toji's eyes softened once again, worry painting his features as he reached for you again, attempting to pull you into his arms.

You moved away from his grasp and ran through the hall to your shared bedroom, the sound of your small socked feet patting up the marble stairs.

"Goddamnit..." toji sighed, running his hand down his face. Placing his hands on his hips he looked around the living room, debating on what to do before he grabbed the keys to his truck and headed to the nearest grocery store.

Upstairs you had heard the front door shut, signaling he had left - you assumed he just needed to take a drive to cool himself off but that didn't help the fact that you were still overwhelmed and you felt as though he had just left you - too tired to deal with you.

You cried even harder into toji's pillow - having grabbed it in hopes of comforting yourself with his smell. Your tears soaking the cover, mixed with your makeup smeared over your cheeks.

Eventually you cried so hard you tired yourself out, your eyes slowly closing as you fell asleep.

When you woke up you could hear the TV, your favorite show was playing, you recognized it as one of the early episodes - toji had always told you he'd catch up with the show later on and watch the more recent episodes with you but never got around to it.

"Mm'toji?" You whined, stretching your arms over your head before a hand caught yours.

"Hey, princess," he brought your hand down to rest in your lap, "you really tired yourself out didnt'cha" he smiled at you, stroking his thumb over your knuckles.

Still tired, you looked around the room, noticing you were wrapped up in your favorite blanket in toji's lap and a bowl of your favorite ice cream was on the coffee table.

Toji watched as you looked around the room, mentally preparing himself to comfort you once you remembered why you were tired in the first place.

You turned back to him, eyes looking into his own adoringly and opened your mouth to speak before he cut you off.

"M'really sorry, sweet girl." Toji took a shaky breath, readjusting himself to hold you closer to his chest. "I wasn't thinking and I was so worried and caught up in my own head. I hate the idea that I can't help you - I can't even imagine losing you, I just- im so sorry." He finally looked down to you, meeting your eyes again.

You shook your head softly, moving to straddle him. You placed both hands on either of his cheeks, pulling him into a soft kiss.

"Its okay, to-to,"

Toji chuckled at your nickname you'd given him, pressing a quick peck onto your swollen lips.

"I know, I get worked up too. But trust me- hey look at me," you grasped his chin in your small hand, turning him to make eye contact with him again "trust me toji, I'll always trust you to take care of me but I can handle myself sometimes." You nodded as you spoke.

Toji nodded his head in unison, eyes averting yours as he took your hands from his cheeks to hold in his lap.

"I know." He smiled and brought a hand up to kiss your knuckles gently.

"M'kay, now will you finally watch this show with me and ill share my ice cream."

Toji laughed softly at that, "yeah, sweetie."

You fist-pumped the air before climbing off tojis lap and grabbing the cold bowl of ice cream and returning to his hold.

Wrapping yourself back up in the blanket - with tojis help - you brought the spoon up to your lips, taking a small bite before offering toji some to which he ate the whole spoonful.

"Hey!" you hit his chest, "its called sharing, Not just for you!"

Toji laughed at that, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he swallowed, rubbing a hand over your back as you pouted and turned back to the TV screen.

[byulsgrease]

duly noted

you've never been one to obsess about your soulmate, assuming you'll figure it out when the time is right. but seriously, what kind of nonsense has yours been writing about recently?

(eventual moonbyul / wheein x gender neutral reader, soulmate!au, trainee/idol!au, ~1.2k words)

a/n: wheein bias wrecker anon! I might've had too much fun with your req and so this is gonna be my first soulmate au 🤠 while byul and wheein don't actually appear in this part (does that make this a prologue? idk), I promise they'll make their appearance soon enough :)

cw: struggles of being a trainee (weight + food talk)

The claps from your dance instructor ring out in the mirrored studio, calling everyone to attention before they send you off for the day. Everyone stands around listening to whatever niceties they're talking about, asking the rhetorical questions of whether all of you want this, how everyone needs to work harder, etc. How many years has it been now, almost three? Evaluations went pretty well recently and you've certainly demonstrated signs of growth since you started, but debut? Who knows. Does anyone, really?

But right now it's late and you're hungry, hoping that your growling stomach isn't loud enough to pierce through the lecture. You're respectfully tuned out anyway, since it's all old news. Nothing you haven't heard before. They clap again once their spiel ends and everyone disperses. Your eyes catch Hyejin's on your way out of the studio, sharing a funny face and an eyeroll before disappearing into the herd of trainees shuffling to the lockers.

Your locker opens with a routine spin of the dial, taking care to slow down and line up the numbers properly so you're not stuck having to do it over again. The inside's pretty cute for a metallic rectangle— it's really the only space of your own besides your notebook. Pictures of your family, old school friends, and fellow trainee friends line the sides beneath a tiny string of battery-powered fairy lights. It's not much, but always a humbling reminder of why you're here.

Unzipping your bag, you take out a pair of slides and drop them on the floor while stepping out of your sneakers. There's not much else in your bag, just a change of clothes and your notebook, of course. Everyone has one. Anything inside could be drawn, written, scribbled, painted. It’s your personal creative space and no one else's, but with two conditions:

You can't write your name in it, not even your initials. Of course everyone tried to as kids against their parents commands, but letters simply sink into the page, disappearing as if they'd never been written at all.

You can only mark up one side. Pages on the right side are for you, and the left side pages fill themselves. Fill themselves with what? you asked your parents. They gave you a non-answer, saying you'd figure it out someday. Great. Only other thing they bothered to tell you was that your right-hand pages were someone's left-hand ones. So someone can see what I put here? Their confirmation sounded rather casual, which you found weird. Someone out there was watching what you put in? But you got used to it, especially since every person owns one. It's a novelty for children anyway. Mark up a page however you want, knowing that someone out in the would will see, and sit back to watch whatever randomness shows up on the left side.

Your left side pages were actually empty for quite a while, save for the occasional "UGGHHH" followed by a typical childish annoyance scrawled messily across the entirety of the page in marker. Not that notebook use was mandatory, but parents usually encouraged it because it kept their kids occupied. There wasn't much you could do about empty pages, nor did you care most of the time, but it did leave you a little jealous of other kids at school who'd sometimes open theirs and be greeted with cute watercolor paintings, mini murals, or skillfully written poetry.

For you, the notebook's served many uses. As a kid it was random doodles and poorly-drawn fantasy scenarios— escapism, perhaps. In middle school it was angsty poems and random journal entries about the random happenings of your life. For the first half of high school it became your to-do list, keeping track of school assignments. And on the rarest occasion, song lyrics. Visual art was never your medium of choice, music came more easily. But drawing staff lines for music notation in the notebook usually ended up being too tedious, so your original stuff was mostly relegated to voice memos on your phone. And now? Who knows. Trainee life may as well be a blur. Sing, dance, talk, eat if you can afford to, sleep, repeat. It's hard to find the energy to write anything most days. Whenever you feel like checking, the left side has random jottings, nearly illegible most of the time.

It wasn't until you got older that you realized that whoever read your entries on the was the same person generating content on the left. And supposedly the person you're supposed to be with for the rest of time? What kind of system is that? I'm just supposed to trust blindly? having asked your parents in exasperation after figuring it out. Again with more non-answers— it had worked for them, didn't it? There's also the obvious question of why people don't just write directly to each other, but whatever. You're still young, no need to obsess over "the one" unlike some of your classmates. If it's meant to be, it'll happen, you figure. And it obviously is, you've got a notebook with (semi-)filled left side pages. What more could you ask for?

The cacophony of clanging lockers opening and closing starts to die down as people leave. Hyejin's head pops out from behind the locker door, laughing in your face when you flinch.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one sec. Man, I'm starving,” you remark while slipping the bag straps on your back and closing the locker door. You don't even want to know how strapped for cash you are, probably in for another night of boiled eggs and canned kimchi.

“Wanna go out for food?” she immediately asks, eyes alight at the prospect of getting to eat something besides convenience store food.

"I wish. Actually, you wish," you smirk with longing in your eyes. The "no" doesn't even have to be said, weigh-ins are way too soon to risk it. She hangs her head, jokingly dejected as you swing an arm around her shoulder to walk out of the company building together.

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After scrounging up whatever food you call dinner, taking a shower, and flopping into bed, you open up your notebook and grab the random pen laying on your dresser, unsure of what you'll write about tonight. There's chicken scratch on the left page already, ballpoint pen. It's actually legible today, though: In my room every day I see your smile.

What the hell does that mean? Whose smile, yours? You haven't even met yet.

Call me everyday every night, hug me everywhere every time

Utter nonsense. Maybe meeting soulmates is just a huge game of catch-up once everything's finally revealed, surely yours will be. There’s just so many questions. Moving to the right side, you jot down a list of cheat meal ideas along with some assorted notes and pointers from practice that you want to work on tomorrow, drawing little characters next to each list item for fun. After accidentally drawing a random squiggle from jolting yourself awake and feeling the heaviness in your eyelids, you cap your pen and shut your notebook, placing it back in your bag. With the lights out, the last thought you have before sleep consumes you is why haven't you ever tried writing directly to each other after all this time?

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Hi! Love your Tumblr page!

I'm curious, don't you think the villagers of Wartwood were too welcoming and nice to Sasha and Grime? I mean, they couldn't have forgotten what happened on Toad Tower, and Sasha didn't give them all the info about the events of True Colors. Even if Anne was loved there and had a big influence in the town, it takes more than that in my opinion for them to be this hospitable. Though, I enjoyed how they unconsciously guilt trip Sasha with their kindness. Honestly, if some of them had been a bit skeptical and distrustful of her it would have been better to emphasize how her actions led to such the disaster of True Colors.

Thank you, and sorry for the late reply! But hey, I managed it before the next ep comes out at least ;)

I formulated a response to this in my head but couldn’t write it out bc Life is Busy. Since then I’ve seen two excellent metas about this subject, one by the lovely @borkthemork (this one) and another that for the love of the gods I cannot find again.

I think you, anon, would agree with Bork’s analysis about the tonal dissonance in Turning Point compared to Wartwood’s previous attitude. The town certainly behaved differently towards Sasha than they had towards outsiders in the past. Bork suggests an alternate path the episode could have taken which is way more in line with their established mindset and biases, which is very narratively satisfying and imo mirrors Toad Tax in a lot of ways. I recommend checking it out, in case you haven’t already.

Then the second meta, and if someone can find it please please send it to me in the notes, talks about how the community that is Wartwood has also gone through their own arc. Despite their motto, Wartwood grew more accepting as the show progressed. I really liked this, and agreed with it.

I think, that when Sasha returned to Wartwood, the townspeople’s reaction was not as severe as could have been for multiple reasons.

First, no one knew what was going on and the citizens were afraid for their own lives and those of the Plantars. Sasha and Grime’s arrival was welcomed because they were the only people who could fill them in on the news, altered as it was. Although it was a lie, they seemed to have good intentions

Now, just the promised protection isn’t enough of a reason for a very distrustful town to welcome these people with open arms, especially not considering the bad blood that still simmers. But why I was willing to believe their willingness to host these newcomers without their usual hostility was because post-Toad Tower Sasha was not a stranger to Wartwood! She arrived after the second temple. And yes, the town was not particularly happy about this – but they accepted her nonetheless.

And you know why?

Because Anne endorsed her.

Anne decided to trust Sasha again, and the reason why Wartwood allowed these two former enemies to stay in their town is because Anne vouched for them.

Anne has changed Wartwood so much. She showed them time and time again that their skepticism was unfounded. She started to melt those walls of ice they put around them; not to the point that they were entirely gone, but they had shrunk a little nevertheless.

Mrs. Croaker admitted to Marcy that they would warm up to her eventually; they never told this to Anne, because back then they genuinely didn’t know if this would ever be the case. Telling Marcy this was a mark of growth and a sign recognition that their chilly attitude was not everlasting.

Sasha coming to Wartwood on good terms for the first time marked the third human outsider settling in the town. Those walls of ice had melted a considerable amount – though they were still wary, the outright hostility had calmed down.

A little more wariness would have made sense. But I am also loving the idea that Wartwood is getting a little quicker to accept and respect.

Edit: the meta in question is this excellent post by @sonofrose! I completely stand by this, Wartwood is not just a static place and has gone through its own arc as well.

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Idol BTS! Reaction To You Having A Terminal Illness Part 2

Hey there! I didn't think my terminal illness reaction was that good. Thank you so much. I'm pretty shocked that you actually wanna read more to it. So I hope you like it, anon!

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Kim Seokjin:

Jin sat at the very bench where he had found out about your illness. He still wasn't over you, he would never be. It had been a year since you passed away and this was a usual habit of his. He would come to this place and imagine as if you were sitting by him, listening to whatever he had to say. He closed his eyes and let the wind caress his face. "Hello, princess. I'm back, as always." He let out a chuckle at his own words. "I hope heaven's treating you well. If they aren't, then they better be careful. I'll be there soon, you know." He said, looking at the stars in the sky. Jin knew very well that soon meant a pretty long time, but he was willing to wait it out. "Oh, did I mention that they tried to set me up on a blind date again? Yeah, I don't understand why they wouldn't give up because there's no way someone else can be what you were to me." He mumbled, eyes gazing at the empty seat next to him. He remembered how you told him that he had to find someone. Someone who would love him as you did. But Jin knew that there was no one. There could never be. Suddenly, his phone rung, screen flashing jungkook's name. He shook his head and ignored the call. "I'll be back, princess. Take care. I love you." He smiled at the stars. Getting up from the bench, he went to his car, knowing that he'll be back and you'll listen to him. Like always.

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon stood near the grey stone, your name engraved in it. It gave him great comfort in knowing that you were still here, beneath all the mud, resting in peace now. He kneeled beside your grave, placing the fresh orchids above all the other flowers. Everyone had gone home after the ceremony was over, leaving Namjoon to grieve in his own way. Your family had also left with heavy hearts, tears streaming down their faces on the loss of someone so dear to them. "I miss you, already," Namjoon whispered, clenching his eyes shut, trying not to cry. Not being able to hold it back, he let it all out. Taking off his glasses that you loved so much, he covered his face with his hands. The gentle wind ruffled his hair as if it were your fingers. He felt your presence, your head on his shoulder, your hand rubbing his back soothingly. "It'll be okay, Joon. I promise." Your sweet voice sounding like music to his ears. He slowly removed his hands from his face, revealing his red eyes and wet cheeks. You smiled at him before placing your lips on his forehead. Namjoon knew very well that this was only an illusion and he wanted it to last as long as possible. "I know it'll be okay, Y/N." He said, crying and holding your hand as you started to fade away. "I love you." He sniffled, watching as you left him. He stood up, taking slow steps backwards, eyes never leaving your grave. Turning around, he forced himself not to look back. "I'll be fine, Y/N. I promise." He muttered, taking in a deep breath and preparing to start a life without you.

Min Yoongi:

The computer screen emitted light strong enough to illuminate the dark studio. Yoongi had been writing songs for the upcoming album, barely getting any sleep. He decided to take a break and proceeded to save the track, closing the tab to reveal your face. It had been 4 years since you went to a better place but it didn't feel like it. Instead, it was as if you never left, as if you were constantly around him. Maybe it was because of a certain 12-year-old girl that had eyes like yours even though she was adopted. Yoongi sighed and closed his eyes, ready to take a nap. A few minutes later, he felt hands covering his eyes and a small giggle ringing through the studio. "You're back early," Yoongi mumbled, taking the smaller hands into his own. "Yup, I had a dream where mom told me to check on you so here I am and clearly she was right." Said your daughter, gazing around the darkroom before going to switch on the lights. Yoongi let out a groan before turning his chair around to see her sitting on the plush couch, fiddling with the hem of her school uniform. Yoongi frowned and went to sit beside her. "And what could be bothering my rockstar?" He asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The young girl hesitated before raising her head to see Yoongi's concerned face. "It's Mother's Day tomorrow." She let out the words and gazed down at the carpet. Yoongi felt a wave of sadness go through him when he saw the tears trailing down his daughter's cheek. "I miss her, dad." She mumbled, voice cracking before she broke down into sobs. Yoongi pulled her into a hug and tried to control the tears threatening to spill. "She doesn't have to be here to be with you, remember? She's watching us from up there and she would hate to see us like this. Do you want her to be sad?" He said, voice as gentle as a feather. The 12-year-old shook her head and wiped her tears. Even though you left, you definitely prepared them to live without you. It wasn't easy at first but life goes on and people move on too.

Jung Hoseok:

The children laughed and chased each other around, the sun shining brightly in the sky. Hoseok admired the scene in front of him, thinking about the possibilities of saving at least one of the kids from being consumed by the illness that took you away from him. He looked up at the sky and smiled. He had just made a generous donation to a cancer charity for children in your name. He didn't want anyone to ever go through the pain of losing someone in such a terrible way. He felt his coat being tugged at, making him snap out of his thoughts. He looked down to find a little girl, holding a little teddy bear in one hand. "Hello Mr, are you an angel?" She asked, looking up at him with big and hopeful eyes. He chuckled and kneeled down in front of her. "What makes you say that?" He asked, still smiling. "Ms Jo said that an angel had come to let us know that we'll be okay. I'm sorry though, you see it's our playtime so no one was inside." She explained making hoseok's heart fill with warmth. He looked down at his shoes before looking back at her. "I am not an angel, sweets. But I do have an angel who sent me here. She's watching us from up there." He said, pointing up at the sky as the girl looked up. She smiled and asked him what the angel's name was. "Y/N." He answered. The little girl nodded and handed him her teddy bear. "Will you please give her this and tell her I said thank you?" She asked, gazing at Hoseok with her innocent eyes. Hoseok looked away as his eyes started to water. It had barely been 6 months without you and he was still trying to cope with the pain. He blinked away the tears and accepted the bear, nodding with a tight-lipped smile. The girl grinned and hugged him, making Hoseok feel better. He hugged her back and let a tear slip down his cheek. Before pulling away, he quickly wiped the tear. Waving him goodbye, the little girl ran back to her friends and Hoseok walked away. Maybe life won't be so bad. Maybe, just maybe he'll be happy again.

Park Jimin:

Jimin leaned his elbows on the railing in the huge balcony of the penthouse he had rented. The sun was setting on the horizon, the sky a beautiful mix of colours. This vacation was absolutely necessary after everything that he had been through. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of peace and contentment. Slowly, he felt your hands wrapped around him from behind. Smiling, he leaned his head back, resting it on your head. "Hi." You mumbled, grinning from ear to ear. He chuckled and turned around, pulling you into his chest. "Did you take your medicines?" He asked, swaying from side to side with you in his arms. You nodded and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. A miracle recovery, the doctors had called it. You had survived even though everyone had already begun counting the number of days you had. "I'm happy." You stated and looked up to see Jimin's eyes. He smiled and leaned his forehead against yours. "Not more than me." He mumbled before kissing you. "I don't know what I would have done if-" you stopped him before he could complete that sentence by kissing him more deeply. Eventually, you both pulled away, gasping for breath. Jimin intertwined your fingers with his and kissed them one by one, letting his lips linger longer where the diamond ring adorned your finger. Now there was nothing that could take away the love you shared. "I can't wait to call you mine completely." He said, burying his face in your neck. You giggled and ran your hands through his hair. "And I can't wait to be yours completely." You replied, gazing at the sky which was now devoid of the sun.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung fluffed the pillows and arranged the blankets, making sure they were comfortable enough. The light from inside the truck streamed through the glass window lighting up the back of it. Taehyung grabbed his phone and checked the time. 2:00 AM. He smiled and looked at the sky. Finally, another item was checked off the bucket list that you both shared, witness a meteor shower together. "It's almost time," Taehyung announced, looking around once more to make sure everything was okay. He got off the back to help you climb up. You were still weak from all the treatments and medicines. Once he tucked you in, he got in beside you and held you close to him. "Are you cold?" He asked, brushing your hair off of your face. You shook your head and looked up at him. Suddenly, you saw bright lights from the corner of your eye making you turn your head. The rapid movement of the stars appearing and fading had you gasping in amazement. But Taehyung couldn't take his eyes off you. He had come so close to losing you. He was relieved that everything was okay now, you were okay and so was he. "I told you I'd complete the bucket list with you, didn't I?" He asked, taking your attention away from the stars. You smiled and kissed him. "I love you so much." You stated, closing your eyes and leaning on his chest. He grinned and kissed your head. "I love you more."

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook kicked a stone to the side as he walked beside his date for the evening. It was a blind date set up by his brother, an attempt to help him get over you. The date had thankfully come to an end and it was time to head home. Lana was a nice girl, warm and welcoming but she wasn't you. And Jungkook didn't want anyone who wasn't you. He turned to look at her when he heard her sigh. "So, who is she?" She asked, looking at the ground while continuing to walk. Jungkook almost tripped but composed himself. "What?" He looked at her with wide eyes. Lana chuckled and shook her head. "I've been on enough dates to know when someone is interested in me or someone else. So, tell me, who is that lucky girl?" She asked again, tucking her hair behind her ear. Jungkook bit his lip, guilty that he was caught. "She is no more. Died about 4 months ago." He answered. Lana stopped walking while Jungkook continued. "I'm sorry." She mumbled. Jungkook shook his head and gave her a small smile. He wasn't okay but he had to be. He promised you. Taking a glance at his watch, he cringed. It was almost midnight, he needed to hurry home. "Uh....look, I'm sorry that I probably ruined your hopes for this date but I really need to go now," Jungkook said in a rush. Lana smiled sympathetically and nodded. "I'll be here if you ever need anything." She waved her hand at him while he nodded and took off running. Opening the door to his house, he jogged to the kitchen and took out the cake that he had baked earlier in the day. Placing candles on it, he lit them up and took the cake to the living room where your photo hung on the wall above the fireplace. "Happy Birthday, my love." He whispered, blowing the candles and blinking away his tears. He missed you and he'll never stop missing you. He just needed to learn to live with this feeling and he hoped that someday he would.

Personally, I don't think this is good enough but hopefully it isn't that bad.