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Good morning beautiful people!!!

[theabysss]

Hiii good morning/afternoon/evening!

I just saw the event post and I have come bearing a request.

If you do not mind..Can I please request a sagau kinda crack fic where there’s a tournament/competition being held in Teyvat where vision users must prove their love and devotion to the creator by fighting to the death (oooh brave scaryyy fighttt~) and whoever loses a.k.a dies are “punished”

Everyone thinks this “punishment” is horrible. Like they’ll be sent to a place where they can no longer feel their creator’s grace.

But little do they know this punishment actually just turns them into one of the creators thousand of plushies.

So they just sit there in the bed, unblinking, soft and squishy, watching their beloved Grace going on about their day normally

I recently read the Zhongli turning into a plush fic and my mind went “How about the other vision users turning into a plush?” Also I think my request is more like a reverse!isekai than sagau..Sorry..!

Fem or GN!Reader please! (While I prefer fem as I’m a female I would like this to be as inclusive as possible for other people out there..! So GN is most likely more suitable)

I’m not sure who the characters are but..If you can, can you please add any of the anemo boys and Itto?

I apologize for making this incredibly long. Please feel free to delete this request if you don’t want to do it! Anyways, that’s all. Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day!

It's okay about the length of your request, I really liked that idea. I hope you enjoy the way I wrote the fic, this is my first time responding to a request and I'm a little nervous. Of the anemo boys, I chose Kazuha because I'm actively trying to get him c2 now, I hope this fic will help me lure him. If you have any other idea and you like how I wrote this one, you can send another request while the event lasts, I will be glad. ヽ(´｡• ᵕ •｡`)ノ

summary: A tournament in which your allogenes must fight to the death with each other, proving their loyalty and devotion to you Creator. But what fate awaits the losers?

characters: Kazuha, Itto, Zhongli, Raiden + mentions of some other characters.

warnings/tags: gn!Reader, religious + cult themes, possessive & obsessive thoughts, description of deaths (not detailed).

word count: 2.2k

It was a beautiful sunny summer day, the warm wind playfully ruffled your hair, it must have been Venti's antics. Ordinary inhabitants of the regions came to support the vision wielders from their nations, hoping that one of their people could become one of the seven champions, bestowing glory on the entire nation. For your allogenes, as they said, participation in the tournament was the best way to show their loyalty, love and devotion to you. You chuckled, their willingness to put their lives on the line for a slim chance of winning and getting your confession amused you.

You shifted your gaze to the archons standing next to the throne, they were forbidden to participate, otherwise the outcome of the tournament would have been too predictable, and it was not interesting that way. Although you allowed adepts and youkai to participate, and it may not have been fair, you just wanted… more entertainment. Venti's offended expression popped into your head when he knew he couldn't compete in the tournament. On that day, he followed you like a tail, not unstick for a second, hoping that you will change your mind. The reaction of the other archons was much more restrained, but each of them was certainly upset by the impossibility of participating in the competition. After all, they were your most loyal followers, following you for thousands of years, and the fact that you denied them the opportunity to show their loyalty to you frustrated them. But your desire was above all, so they simply accepted your decision.

Catching your gaze, Zhongli bowed his head respectfully.

"Do you need anything, Your Grace?" The geo archon's eyes were full of awe and willingness to fulfill your every wish.

"Please feel free to tell us if you need anything." Ei joined the conversation. "Perhaps you would like to taste the Inazuma confections? I have specially brought them for you, and I hope they can please your exquisite taste, Your Grace."

"Sounds wonderful, I'll gladly taste them, in that case, Zhongli, could you make some fruit tea?"

"With pleasure, Your Grace." Zhongli bowed.

You smiled brightly at both of them and noticed how Zhongli's breath hitched for a second, and a blush spread across Ei's cheeks. You followed them with your eyes as they went to fulfill your requests. The tournament was about to start and up to this point you wanted to face some of your especially favorite allogenes. So that you instructed the servant to bring the two people you named.

Itto could be heard from far away, explaining something very loudly to Kazuha walking beside him.

"Of course, I will definitely take the place of one of the seven champions, it cannot be otherwise, because I am the great and invincible Arataki Itto, the supreme, the one and oni!"

"Behave yourself, we are in front of the Creator." A smile appeared on Kazuha's face as he met your eyes and knelt down on one knee with his hand on his heart, Itto follows his example.

"I'm glad to see you my allogenes, you can get up from your knees, let's leave excessive formality."

Kazuha and Itto obey your order, you could see a spark of curiosity in their eyes, why did you ask them to come? Just do not think that they were unhappy with this, for them it was only a joy to be next to you, your presence always warmed their hearts.

"I just wanted to wish you the best of luck for the competition, you are one of my favorite followers." Your smile was more tender than the most expensive silk.

"I'm honored to be one of your favorites, Your Grace, I won't let you down, I promise." There was a fire in Kazuha's eyes that should have led him to victory.

"That's right, we will definitely win! With Your Grace's faith in our strength, we will definitely become champions! Ushi and I will show you excellent fights and after the victory, maybe Your Grace will agree to fights with bugs."

"Well, if you win, I'm really up for a couple of fights." You giggled. "I won't delay you, you can go back to the others."

Bowing once more, Itto and Kazuha left, and a minute later Zhongli and Ei returned.

"As you requested your tea Your Grace, the flavor is based on sun-dried mulberry petals and should have a sweet aftertaste due to the addition of zaytun peach juice." Zhongli gave you an elegant porcelain cup and placed the teapot on the table next to the throne.

"It's a dango Your Grace, bon appetit." Ei handed you a plate with colorful balls strung on a stick and poured with sauce.

You take a bite and the sweetness in your mouth. Tasty. The widths are tender and seem to melt in your mouth, you cover your eyes with pleasure. In the blink of an eye, you eat the confection and look at the plate with sadness.

"It was delicious." You put plate on the table and pick up a hot mug of tea and blow on it before you take a sip.

Ei lights up with joy "I'm glad you enjoyed it, maybe you'd like some more sweets after the tournament?"

"I won't refuse such a generous offer." You lean back on the throne and continue to sip the tea, just like Zhongli said it had a sweetish aftertaste. Not the worst tea you've had in your long life.

Soon the iron smell of blood will be in the air and the people will cheer for cruelty. What a rotten world, but how do you like it. Perhaps among all your creations, they were the most bloodthirsty and devoted. Your beautiful dolls, ready for incredible deeds, are all covered in blood and with wide smiles on their faces until the very end. The last sip of tea marks the beginning of a bloody dance from which seven will come out victorious, and the rest… what about them, something much more interesting awaits them.

It's time to start the tournament. Thousands of eyes are attentively watching you with bated breath as you rise from your throne, walk to the edge of the loggia and put your hands on the railing. A wide, joyful smile appears on your face and you begin to speak.

"Today, on this beautiful day, there will be a tournament with life-and-death battles between my precious allogenes. The names of the seven winners will be covered with glory and they will be personally blessed by me. The losers will be punished after the resurrection. The stakes are high and if anyone wishes to opt out, now is the last time you can do so." Your voice, picked up by the power of the anemo, resounded throughout the arena.

You look around the participants and all you see in their eyes is the will to win. Their souls burn with fiery determination and no one is going to retreat. Even if the punishment is excommunication from your divine presence, a terrible event, the thought of which makes their hearts bleed, they were willing to take the risk. Your gaze lingers on Kazuha, his serenity standing out a lot from the nervous anticipation of the other allogenes, which some of them hid just a little more carefully than others. Also striking was Itto's high spirits, whose wide smile was brighter than the sun. No wonder they were your favorites.

"Since there is no one who wants to withdraw, let's start the tournament." You returned to your throne and prepared to watch magnificent battles in which every drop of blood spilled was dedicated to you.

The number of contenders for victory gradually decreased. After each battle, the sand in the arena changed its color to red more and more, and the screams of the crowd became louder. Childe quickly and brutally cracking down on the next opponent, ignoring other people's attempts at resistance and having time to wink at you at the end of each fight, before someone else's head flies away from the body. Diluc whose phoenix mercilessly roasts the next unfortunate to the bones, so that the smell of burnt flesh could be felt a few more fights after. Distracting the attention of opponents with the help of hydro illusions and the swordsmanship of the Kamisato clan brought Ayato victory after victory.

Unfortunately, your favorites' chances of winning were dwindling every second, each of them was badly enough wounded that he might not survive his next fight. However, you never really believed in their victory, but still called them to give them hope. Yes, and then it will be funny to watch how they will apologize to you for losing, when you also personally bestowed your blessing of luck on them. Though they'll have to survive the resurrections to begin with, it's a pity you didn't say how quickly it would happen, so they would have been in a very unusual position since then, but you didn't think they'd complain.

The last fights have passed and the seven winners have been determined, as you thought Kazuha and Itto were not among them. The spectators from the regions whose participants won shout even louder than before, while the residents of the losers are depressed and look enviously. You go down to the arena with Zhongli and Ei, and when you almost slip on the blood-stained sand, you grab Geo Archon's hand. Zhongli's muscles tense up under your touch, and the warmth of your hand is felt vividly even through the fabric. He closes his eyes, hiding his pupils that have become vertical for a second, you were so close to him, exciting close. Your warm palm burned through him, making him feel butterflies in his stomach, as mortals said.

You do not focus on what happened, and without letting Zhongli say a word, you quickly approach the winners. The Allogenes' eyes flare jealously when they notice you are holding Zhongli's hand, but you don't let that feeling flare up and start talking.

"Congratulations to you all on your victory, your strength and devotion have been proven, this evening there will be a ball where you will be honored and I will perform a blessing ritual."

They bow respectfully and praise you, saying that it was only by your mercy that they won. How happy they are now standing in front of you among all the applicants. You smile favorably at them, allowing them to enjoy your presence next to them. When you leave, they sadly follow you with their eyes, but it is not so strong because they know that you will see each other again in the evening.

You dress up in beautiful clothes made of expensive fabrics to your taste, smile at the mirror, knowing that the eyes of all those present will be turned to you. After all, you were their Creator, their precious Creator for whose sake they were ready for anything. You enjoy the ball, drink sparkling wine, which, unfortunately or fortunately, did not affect you in any way and dance with some winners. When one of them manages to make you laugh, all those present eagerly absorb this sound, recording it on the subcortex of consciousness in order to reproduce it later.

You return to your chambers and fall on the bed without undressing, you may have been immortal, but emotional fatigue still affected you. There were a lot of plush toys in your room, they were everywhere, on the bed, sitting in armchairs and on bookshelves. Their eyes seemed to be watching you intently. Well, there was nothing surprising in the fact that they did it. You took the toy in which Kazuha was supposed to be. A cute charming toy for you, silent, but understanding, seeing and feeling everything. And there were a lot of those. You gently kissed the toy, if you had done this while he was a human you are sure that he would have been redder than boiled cancer. The lack of reaction was frustrating, so sooner or later you were going to put them back into human bodies. In the end, it would be a real loss of so many insanely loyal and devoted followers. But for now, they could just be your cute toys.

Night or day they are always watching, greedily absorbing every little thing, every gesture, everything that you want to show them. Your sleepy expression in the morning, the way you stretch before finally getting out of bed, the exposed areas of your skin when you get out of the bathroom. They enjoy all these and are infinitely glad to be here in your chambers so close to you. Getting to know you better and better, remembering all the little habits. They don't want it to end, you won't let them get that close if they become human again, will you? So they'd rather be here with you in that state, just please don't leave them alone don't put them away in dark wardrobes or closets, let them watch. Please.

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Hello how u doin? Can I request for a oneshoot (again, if you don't mind:>) where Muichiro's fem!s/o get back in time because of some blood demon art to the timeline when he's around 7 so his family was definetly still alive!

The main event is when she met his dad in a forest where he was cutting down trees, and his dad asked her to have a dinner together with her because it's dangerous for a girl alone in the forest with such an injuries. There she realized that she get back in time.

She still don't let her guard down>:0, doesnt even sleep until midnight and when the demon who sent her suddenly approached (which waking up the Tokito family), she protected them. When the demon's head cut off, a portal to her timeline appeared and she said goodbye. But little Muichiro who has a weird feelings when he met her asked, "Will we meet again?" And she was like. "Of course."

Bonus Muichiro's parents could saw what happened through the portal; they saw older vetsion of Muichiro running towards her and hug her. I wonder how would they react to that🤔

(Aaah I made a very long and specific request again shjajjshejw, anyway I'm the one who requested Reunited with Muichiro in the Afterlife! Thank you so much I love it this big🌏! And I saw that you were worried about being too OOC? but believe me when I read your fics I feel like it's really Muichiro so you don't have to worryXD)

With love, me;3

a/n: WAHHH TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST!! I ABSOLUTELY HOW UNIQUE AND FUN YOUR REQUESTS ARE!!! I SINCERELY APOLOGISE FOR TAKING SO LONG!!! It's currently exam season for me so I'm so sorry for taking so long ahh tysm for your support!!!

  Your sword grazed the demon’s chest as it managed to jump away in the nick of time. “Can you please stop moving? I have a very important person to meet.” The demon sneered at you. “Oh, is that right? Allow me to help you.” And that was when you realised you were in trouble. A hole suddenly appeared beneath you. Unable to escape in time, you fell through it. You managed to land somewhat gracefully on your feet. You look around.

  You’re in another forest. Your crow wasn’t with you so you had no choice but to try and figure out where you were and how to get back. There was a faint dirt path leading up and you decided to follow it. You heard chopping sounds in the distance. Walking towards the sound, you noticed a man and decided to approach him. Upon noticing your presence, the man was shocked and immediately looked worried. “What are you doing out here in the woods all alone and hurt? It’s really dangerous to be out here right now especially for girls like you!” Trying to use your sleeve and hand to shield your sheathed sword from his view, you smiled and tried playing dumb. “Ah I’m sorry! I actually travelled from another village and got lost and hurt on the way…”

  The man looked at you pitifully and gestured for you to follow him. “Come, I’m sure my wife and kids would love it if you had dinner and stayed the night with us.” Deciding that you had no other choice, you bowed as a sign of respect. “Thank you so much and I sincerely apologise for the trouble.” He smiles at you and guides you to his home.

  A hut entered your line of view. It looked small yet so cosy and welcoming. Suddenly, you felt nervous and extremely guilty about intruding on this kind stranger’s family’s night. Taking small tentative steps into his home, he introduced you cheerily. His words faded into the background the moment your eyes zeroed in onto a familiar view. It was Muichirou. Well, not really. This Muichirou looked like a child and had a clone. Realising everyone was now staring at you, you hastily pushed your thoughts away and bowed. “I apologise for intruding! Thank you for having me!” The man’s wife smiled kindly at you, “Don’t worry about it dear.” Younger Muichirou looked at you curiously while his clone looked at you somewhat suspiciously; both of them remained silent. You tilted your head to the side and smiled at them. Subconsciously, they mimicked your movement. You hummed thoughtfully, considering what your next move should be.

  Squatting down so that you were almost at the children’s eye level, you smiled, introduced yourself very briefly and asked, “What are your names?” Mini Muichirou was quick to reply and was a mixture of excitement, bashfulness and curiosity. “I’m Tokito Muichirou and this is my brother Yuichirou! We’re twins!” Ah, that confirmed your absurd theory. Not only have you teleported, you have also time travelled. Not revealing your shock and fear, you smiled and nodded. “Is that so? You have such lovely names and eyes!” Yuichirou didn’t seem impressed by your compliment while Muichirou looked absolutely delighted.

  Muichirou studied you really closely. He found you extremely pretty. It was strange however. The moment he saw you, he felt as if something within him had been fulfilled and relieved. It was really weird. Had he met you before? That wouldn’t have been possible since most villagers don’t really travel this far up the mountain. Tilting his head to the side like you, he wondered why you seemed and felt so special to him. He wanted to know more about you.

  Noticing his curious stares, you smiled at him. Muichirou blushed and tried to hide behind his brother who rolled his eyes at him but smirked slightly. You laughed slightly.

  It was so peaceful and lovely to have a meal with the Tokito family. Really nice except you were extremely aware that the darker the sky got, the more cautious you should be. Which was why when the Tokito family was preparing to sleep, you had rejected their invitation and explained that you would rather look at the night sky. “I appreciate it, truly but I…er… I have a routine of looking at the night sky for a while before sleeping. I stargaze with my…um…lover.” You did not have a lover. They didn’t need to know that though. You tried your best to smile innocently as the family of four stared at you before slowly accepting your flimsy excuse.

  As they settled down and got to sleep, you allowed yourself to actually admire the night sky a little. It was lovely and you wished you could do it more often. Seconds after it striked midnight, the reason why you couldn’t arrived. The demon who had brought you here finally found you. It smirked, showing off its claws and chuckling. “Well? Did you like my gift? Sadly for all of you, your time is up.”

  Fear and tension rose within the little house. Tensing up your muscles, you took a stance, making sure you shielded the Tokitos. You could hear them shouting at you to hide but you knew if you did everyone would die and it would be your fault. The demon striked first. It nearly got past you as it tried to dash by you. Reacting quickly, you managed to slash its outstretched hand off. It screamed in pain. Forgetting the Tokito family for the time being, it directs its attention to you. After sparring with it for a minute, you finally managed to figure out its pattern.

  Unlike before, you managed to slash its head off. Its head dropped and rolled. It started screaming profanities and cursing you and the Tokitos. You stuck your head through its fading head. “Hey, shut up and just die already.” Smiling cruelly at it, you watched as its final ash faded away. The moment it completely disappeared a portal appeared right above where it was. Through the portal you could see that it leads you back to where you came from. A grin broke across your face. Finally, you have a way back now.

  “H-hey! Wait!” A voice called out, stopping you from entering the portal. Turning around, you see young Muichirou running towards you and looking at you anxiously while the rest of his family are staring at you in awe and curiosity. Smiling, you bent down so you were at his eye level. Muichirou checked quickly to see if you had any visible injuries. He was awed by how skilled your swordsmanship was when you sparred with that demon and was sure he didn’t see you get hurt but one can never be too sure. “You’re not hurt right? You have to go through that glowy circle right?” Ruffling his hair, you smiled. “Thanks, don’t worry, I’m not hurt. I have to go through that ‘glowy circle’ as that’s where I came from.”

  Nodding his head, Muichirou fumbled with his fingers before finally blurting out, “We will meet again right?” The both of you just had to. He could feel it. He just had to be with you in the future. His heart just kept telling him that there was something special about you. Laughing, you nodded. “Of course. Meet me in the future!” With that, you got up, you waved goodbye to the family and walked into the other side of the portal.

Bonus: As the portal closed, Muichirou’s mother gasped and pointed frantically at the scene on the other side of the portal. A boy who strongly resembles Muichirou had ran up to you and engulfed you in a hug, anxiously checking you for injuries and demanding to know where you went while trying to ensure that you were safe. Muichirou’s father chuckled, “I’m not quite sure how to feel about that but I don’t think you have to worry about not meeting in the future. The both of you seem quite close!” Muichirou’s mother smiled, “I agree. You looked quite relieved and so happy when you saw her!” The tips of Muichirou’s ears turned bright red as his family proceeded to tease him continuously and express their blessings.

a/n: ahh i hope i did your request justice!! ohmy i had fun writing this though i took so long wahh

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I love your “little moments” series… I have a weak spot for dad!Harry💕 and I love the relationship between the family’s members 🤗 and I really hope u will continue to update it! And for this series I would like to request Harry doing the 73 questions interview for Vogue and his kids and wife make an appearance (u can choose if the kids are toddlers or teens) and they even answer some questions OR an Howard Stern interview where Harry is asked about his family,maybe the host makes like not so nice-low key shady comments on his wife and on Harry’s daughter coming out story. Ok I’ m done, so sorry ik it’s so long 😅 it’s just I love your series sooo muchhh 🥰🥰 ok I’m done love u have a good day 😘

i’d love to answer this one!! thank you so much for loving my little series💕this one’s for you and for the other request i got which i’m combing with this: “Harry is doing a interview on facetime when his kid crashes the interview.” so pls enjoy and yeah enjoy;

oli - 6, felix - 4, belle - 1

The day had finally arrived for Harry Styles to complete the 73 Questions with Vogue.

It had come to be the promo for ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ and his schedule was booked with interview after interview after interview, and it wasn’t ideal for this to all be happening months whilst also having to look after three meddling toddlers, one of whom had only recently turned 1 years old.

The house was chaos. Fun, but chaos. And it was also the setting of this interview.

“Alright you lot, this way.” You shoved your children along to your living room, giving Harry the space he needed with Joe Sabia - the interviewer.

“Thank you love, see you later.” He blew a kiss to you and returned his focus to Joe. This interview was the first of many and it was also a major marketing ploy. These types of interviews were so highly recommended for Harry to be involved in and Jeff had thought it was about time for him to do one.

Joe had arrived around 15 minutes ago, just to

run over the script and remind Harry of the pre-determined questions - which reminded him of the answers that you’d run through with him the night before. Now the cameras were set up, the mic people were all at stand-by and Joe was ready it was time to begin. The children had been so fascinated by all these new people, after not seeing anyone for months due to the coronavirus pandemic, which is why it took a lot of trouble to get them to shuffle away from their beloved dad.

A fake door knock arose.

“Harry Styles hello!”

“Hi!” Harry waved at the camera.

“I’m here to do the Vogue 73 Questions, shall we get to it?”

“Of course! Come in!” Harry welcomed Joe into the house and shut the door behind him, not trusting his little ones to not escape if they were running wild.

“Beautiful house! Is it your only one?”

“No, but it’s my only one in London.” Harry made a point of not exploiting how many houses he did have and where they were. In fact, you still didn’t know about the Island that he was currently investing in just for you. You were a huge conservation activist and so Harry thought you could spend your free time helping the fragile ecosystem on this island.

“Did you design it yourself?”

“Me and my wife built the plans, but we go the experts to finish it all off.”

“What’s your favourite room?”

“Um, probably the living room.”

“Why?”

“So many of my favourite memories have happened in there.”

“Could you give us some?”

Harry could give loads, but they were far too precious for him to just give away. The living room wasn’t even a massive room, it was quite quaint with a couple of sofas, a logwood fire and then rugs and paintings on the walls. It was a home within a home. It was where Felix had taken his first steps. It was where Oli had spoken his first words. It was where Belle had fallen over for the first time and given herself nasty carpet burn. It was where presents were opened at Christmas. It was where you and Harry had made love next to the fire. It was where Felix and Oli had had their first tiny argument. It was where you spent family nights. If your house was a map then that room marked X the spot.

It was treasure. Priceless.

“My favourite would probably be when my wife, Y/N, spilt red wine all over the new white carpet and then proceeded to throw white wine over the stain because she’d read somewhere that it helps to get rid of it.” Harry chuckled at the memory.

“Did it?”

“No, God no. The carpet’s grey now.”

Joe laughed, as did Harry.

“I have to say Harry, you’re looking very fashionable today who are you wearing?”

“Gucci.” He blushed, because he knew that everyone would’e known that without question. He was wearing a lilac silk shirt with his name embroidered on it - but really it was to symbolise your last name not his - with a white wife-beater shirt and white shorts. He looked rich.

“Shouldn’t have asked really? Is your wife as much a Gucci avid fan?”

“She hates anything expensive. I think she still wears the same jeans she was wearing at university!” He knew you’d hit him later for saying that.

“So she’s a hoarder?”

“God yeah. She keeps everything and anything.” Harry laughed in admiration.

“Has she always been?”

“Always. When we went on our first date, her bag was so full that she couldn’t find her purse and she was so embarrassed because she thought I would think she was taking advantage of who I was. Anyways I did end up paying that night, but she had actually, I don’t know how, sent me money for her portion of the bill. From that moment I knew it was going to be her.”

“Do you write songs about her?

“Every day.” He smiled at the thought of the one he’d written just this morning.

“Which one is your favourite about her?”

“I don’t know about favourite, but the one I hold closest to my heart is probably ‘Fine Line’.” Harry stopped there, not wanting to share the intimate details of why and Joe respected that.

“Do your children have a favourite song of yours?”

“They go crazy for Kiwi and Golden. Belle loves Treat People and Oli knows the dance to that one actually.”

“Did you choreograph the dance for TPWK?”

“Partially, but I had help from my friend Paul and Y/N helped too actually.”

Harry and Joe had now made it through the house, weaving in and out of rooms, until they had made it to the Garden. Unfortunately, you’d forgotten to shut the bifold doors to the living room and so as soon as Harry came into focus for your children they immediately ran for him. Oli and Felix could run quite well, but Belle was a lot slower. She was only learning how to walk and so she fell a lot, unless she was being supported by you or Harry. Oli reached his dad first and then Felix, to which Harry knelt down to embrace them in ‘super-dad’ hugs as he liked to call them.

“And who do we have here?” Joe asked.

“Trouble.” Harry replied in jest, but whispered something into his boys ears before backing away.

“Hello i’m Oli.” Oli waved proudly to the camera.

“Hi i’m Fix.” Feliz shied into his dads neck, embarrassed of himself. Harry kissed the back of his head and kept a hold oh him around his back for comfort.

“Fix?” Joe asked at the peculiar name.

“It’s Felix, but he can’t pronounce his own name for some reason so we just call him Fix now. Or Flix. Don’t we buddy?”

“Oh my! I’m so sorry about this!” You ran out in panic, knowing your one job was to keep the kids entertained and away from their dad. At least that was the original plan, but both Harry and Joe like this idea so much more. You were blushing red in embarrassment, picking up a fallen over Belle on your way over to everyone else. “So sorry.”

Belle became restless in your arms, reaching forward for her dad. She whined when she couldn’t quite reach and Harry immediately stood up to take his winging daughter from your arms. As he did, he leant into you and whispered in your ear whilst leaving it a warm kiss behind.

“You’re okay love. Don’t be sorry.”

“Hello Y/N!” Joe spoke.

“Hiya! How are you?”

“I’m great, and you?”

“Peachy.” You laughed, leaning down to collect Felix who was making grabby hands at you. Oli was quite happy standing next to both his parents, one of Harrys hands running through his tiny locks of hair.

“So now we have the family together, how do you feel to all be together?”

You looked to Harry smiled to find him smiling back already at you, knowing you both had a very similar answer. “It feels right. It feels like home.” You answered and Harry nodded in agreement, giving Belle a gentle rock in his arms.

“Are you okay with showing your children’s faces publicly?”

“No we’re not.”

“Looks like we have a hell of a lot of editing to do back at HQ.” Joe laughed, but completely understood the reasoning behind yours two decision. If needed, you could re-film scenes of this interview so that it didn’t include your children. Joe had done his best to keep the camera on you and Harry and luckily the children kept their faces buried in their parents necks anyways. “Is that going to be forever?”

“When they are old enough to decide whether they want to be in the spotlight then we’ll see.” Harry smiled, holding onto Belle tighter because all he wanted to do was keep her protected, and his, forever.

“You two seem like very good parents.” Joe spoke sincerely, and it made you swallow down a sob because it was always really lovely to hear such compliments - knowing you’d struggled with postnatal depression.

“Thank you Joe.” Harry nodded respectfully.

“Okay let’s carry on?”

The interview carried on until Harry had answered so many questions. He redid bits, due the children being too involved and he re-filmed answers to questions he found difficult to answer the first time around. He had such a great experience and was happy with the way that the day turned out.

[d-eliqht]

Hello everyone, I think I’m going to stop posting from now on. I’ve lost all my motivation to post and I barely keep up on here anyways. I’m sorry for those of you who sent in requests and didn’t get a response. Im sorry to those of you I haven’t responded to or checked on. I truly had a great time on here and made lots of friends, and I am truly grateful for those friends, but I don’t feel like running this account anymore. I have been quite busy In real life as well, and I don’t have time to be on here anymore. Before I go, special thank you to everyone who supported me, and to all of my followers <3 ❤️ @winoiree @wonlita @mufflnsw @fuckizie @fshione @s-telar @s-heon @v6mpcat @vg-k @u-mji @chouqs @doyodoll @daisyeji

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and to anyone I didn’t mention, I appreciate you a lot <3. Goodbye.

— sincerely, aria ❤️

[lemony-snickers]

Heyyy how are u? Hope ur doing well :D first, thanks once again for your amazing stories! They bring a little light to a life of darkness that I have! Second,I would like to make a request if you’re still accepting any? I went to a wedding today and I’m just so sad because I realized I’m never gonna have happiness like that and just really really wanted maybe a comfort story with a depressed and anxious MC and kakashi being super cute with her about it and just being there really.. i need fluff

hey anon, before we get to the fic, i just wanna say i used to feel the exact same way. and i still think i am the ugliest, most worthless piece of junk on the planet 95% of the time.

but i managed to find another human who thinks i am sexy and beautiful; who loves me even on days when i am incredibly unlovable. it’s pretty cool.

and maybe this will sound hollow coming from a total stranger, but i really do believe if that is the kind of happiness you want out of life, you will have it one day.

and i’ll be cheering for you to find the person(s) who will support you and care for you enough that you feel that way, too. 💖

anyway, i hope you are having a better day today than when you sent this, and i hope you enjoy this little fic.

Title:  Just Another Day (AO3 Link Here)

Summary:  Kakashi walks you home.

Word Count:  2,638

Warnings: gn!reader, depression, anxiety, emotional hurt/comfort, fluffy by the end (promise!)

It had been a long day. The longest, actually.  A test of your stamina as you’d smiled and chatted and laughed with your peers at yet another celebration.

Another wedding. Another milestone you would never celebrate yourself.

And as you walked home, head bowed, the weight of weeks and months seemed to drape itself over you, pressing firmly against your shoulders and your chest until you felt like you could hardly breathe.

It shouldn’t be so difficult, right?  To just be happy for other people.  But recently, you’d noticed how difficult it was to feign excitement, the strain of holding back tears and exchanging them for a smile made your nose feel stuffy and your throat tight.

You wondered what was wrong with you that you never had these things to celebrate.  That you never would have these things.

And had they noticed? Was everyone talking about you now that you’d excused yourself from the party?  Did they all know why you’d left early?

They must.  Wasn’t it obvious?

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t notice the person stopped before you, hands in his pockets as he waited for you to see him blocking your path.

Instead, you walked smack into his bulky vest, mashing your nose into something distinctly metallic in one of its pockets hard enough to make your eyes water.

“Shit!  Ow.”

You were too busy cradling your nose and blinking away tears to notice the way your new companion’s fingers squeezed against your shoulders as if to reassure you.

“Are you okay?”

The voice was deep and soothing, a familiar timbre you’d come to recognize from his many visits to the Konoha Hospital for chakra exhaustion and a myriad of other injuries.

“Sorry, Hatake-san,” you said, “I must’ve been a little lost in my thoughts.”

You shot him a watery smile, thankful the collision gave you an easy excuse for red-rimmed eyes and a wobbly lip.

“No need to be so formal,” he said, peeling his hands away from your shoulders and stuffing them back in his pockets.

You waved him off.

“Sorry again,” you said, bowing slightly as you continued on your way.

Kakashi Hatake was a particular sore spot for you.  It had taken almost three years for you to muster the courage to ask the enigmatic jonin out for a date.  And when you had, his response had been blunt and final:

“No, sorry, I’m busy.”

You’d never felt your stomach drop so fast in your life, and you’d worked in the triage wing of the Hospital since you were a teenager, administering life-saving aid to countless shinobi and civilians alike.

You’d bowed then, too, just as you had now, and said, “Sorry to have troubled you.”

That had been several months ago, now, and though the interaction wasn’t the entire reason for your enduringly sour mood, it certainly hadn’t helped.  It had taken every bit of courage you possessed to finally put voice to your interest, and to be shot down so completely had shaken any confidence you’d managed to scrounge together.

Sure, the two of you hadn’t interacted as much as some other shinobi.  You were a medic-nin, after all, and so you ran in different circles. But it wasn’t as if it had been totally out of the blue, had it?

You’d even somehow convinced yourself the Copy Ninja was flirting with you on more than one occasion.

A stupid thing to hope for, you realized all too late.

It had been a pain to get yourself taken out of the rotation whenever he was admitted, but when you’d told your supervisor your reasoning, he’d been empathetic enough to help you out by moving your schedule around.

You’d only seen Kakashi in passing since that day, careful to keep your perfunctory greetings short and impersonal.

Figures you’d run smack into the man on your way home from one of the worst days you’d had in months.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the crunching of gravel.  Because it was not the sound of only your feet scuffling along you heard.

When you looked up, Kakashi was walking nonchalantly beside you, one hand still in his pocket while the other clasped a familiar green book he read as he walked.

You stared at him a moment too long, wondering at his proximity, when you tripped on a loose stone.

Kakashi was one of the greatest shinobi in all the Five Nations, of course, so he steadied you easily with the hand he extricated from his pocket without so much as letting his eye drift away from the pages before him.

“You really should watch where you’re walking,” he said without looking up.

“I…” your mouth went dry. What could you say?  He was right, of course, you’d run straight into him and then managed to trip within only a few short minutes.

But why was he…

“Why are you walking with me?” you asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Seemed like perhaps you could use an escort,” he said, looking to his side and giving you a smile that made your heart seize strangely, “wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself on your way home.”

“Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”

But Kakashi only turned back toward his book and started walking in the direction of your house without another word, a fact which escaped you as you attempted to reconcile his existence at your side.

Mortified by the situation, you bent your head toward the ground and watched the gravel meticulously as you trudged on.  You lived close, so you would only have to endure Kakashi’s presence a few moments more. And, really, it was sort of nice if you let yourself just imagine he actually wanted to be with you, rather than only doing so out of a strange sense of duty.

It was a scene you’d imagined countless times before he’d shot you down, after all, so it wasn’t difficult to let your mind wander, to fill in the gaps of your life with a happier alternative.  Daydreaming was as skill you were well-attuned to; an escape from the oppressive loneliness you felt most days.

“I haven’t seen you at the hospital,” he said, “I’ve been in quite a bit recently.”

You’d heard as much from your co-workers, of course.  No one knew exactly why the Copy Ninja was suddenly willingly admitting himself for care without a fight, but there were rumors that he was perfecting a new jutsu that drained his chakra even worse than usual.

“I’ve been around,” you said when you realized the silence had stretched a little too long, “just busy with other patients.”

He hummed and the pleasant sound made your brain go fuzzy.  It sounded so nice, warm and low-pitched in a way that made you think of cinnamon tea on a chilly evening; inviting and comfortable.

“Whoops.”

Kakashi’s voice once again dragged your mind away from your thoughts, even as his hand grasped the collar of your shirt to keep you from faceplanting into the garden bed beside your front door.

You gave him an embarrassed laugh and fumbled for your keys as he released you.

“You’re very distracted today,” he said, “everything okay?”

“Of course, Hatake-san. Just tired,” you assured him, even as you could feel the panic rising in your chest as you pressed your key into the lock with trembling hands.  “Thank you for walking me home.  Try to stay out of the hospital if you can.”

You stepped inside and slammed the door closed before you could even register his response.

And then it started.

It wasn’t always immediate. Sometimes, the tears came as you were making dinner or brushing your teeth.  Occasionally, they appeared in the bath or when you spilled your coffee in the morning because you were too tired from lack of sleep to focus properly.

But after the day you’d had—long hours of socializing with couples and families and friends who had them, and then running into Kakashi Hatake of all people and making a fool of yourself again—it was really no surprise the tears came so abruptly.

You pressed your palms to your face, leaning back against the door as the first sob jerked its way up your throat.  You tried to stay quiet in case the man on your front steps hadn’t left yet, but your traitorous body was not making it easy.

If Kakashi heard you, you weren’t sure you’d be able to show your face in the streets of Konoha ever again.

Without even removing your shoes, you bolted further into your home, away from the door and any possibility your breakdown might be overheard.

Your hands were still over your eyes, but you knew the layout of your house well enough to navigate it blind.

At least, you thought you did.

Until you ran full force into something solid and warm and smelling of cinnamon.

Neither of you was at all prepared for the scream that tore from your throat as you attempted to jump away from the unexpected visitor.  But while you thrashed in an attempt to rid yourself of the hands at your shoulders, the other person merely stuttered a desperate apology.

“It’s me—it’s me, it’s okay—hey!”

You finally managed to lurch out of the person’s grasp, chest heaving from the effort in addition to your crying.

Only for your splotchy, snotty face to tilt up and find the single wide, panicked eye of Kakashi Hatake, hands held up in mute surrender.

Kakashi Hatake.

Kakashi Hatake.

In your living room.

“What the hell are you doing?” you shrieked, any unrequited attraction or mortification momentarily forgotten in the wake of his uninvited appearance inside your home.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he said, taking a single step toward you, “I wasn’t trying to scare you, but you just left me out front and I wanted to… to—”

You watched as he closed his eye and took a deep breath, and you took the opportunity to swipe your sleeve under your nose to rid yourself of the worst of your crying mess.

“Spit it out,” you said, crossing your arms defensively over yourself as you awaited his explanation.

When his eye opened again, there was something sad in his gaze that made your chest feel heavy again, like you were trying to breathe with two punctured lungs.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said.

“About what?” You hadn’t meant to spit the words out quite so nastily, but it was better than crying again, which is what you actually wanted to do.

Kakashi seemed to wrestle with his answer for a few moments before he finally said, “I wanted to apologize.”

You blinked several times, wet lashes fluttering heavily as you drank in his response.  “For what?”

“For how I reacted when you asked me to dinner a few months ago.”

You knew your cheeks were burning bright red and you only hoped the crying fit would cover the worst of your humiliation.

You still couldn’t look at him as you answered, opting instead to study a scuff mark along the wall fiercely when you replied, “It’s fine, Hatake-san.  You don’t owe me an explanation.”

“I just wanted to clarify,” he said, “but…”

He trailed off and you heard him take another step toward you even as you continued scrutinizing the dark scrape across the paint of your entryway.  Had you moved a chair too close to the wall?  Or maybe kicked at a spider?  Perhaps it was when you were bringing in your new dining set last year that you’d—

“I’m worried about you.”

You snapped your attention back to Kakashi, only to realize the man was much closer than you’d remembered, leaned forward to peer intently at your face, which was mortifying when you realized how you must look.

“Why?  I’m fi—”

“You’re not.  Please don’t lie to me.”

It wasn’t so much Kakashi’s words as the way he said them that caught your attention.  There was such an undertone of need; almost as if he was pleading for honesty.

You sighed.

You couldn’t give him the truth—you wouldn’t—but you could at least do him the courtesy of not being deliberately dishonest, you decided.  “It’s really none of your business.”

He hummed again, but instead of fuzzy, your brain went on high alert.

“It is if I’ve had anything to do with your current state of mind.”

You froze, afraid that if you so much as blinked you would give yourself away.  Of course, Kakashi of the Sharingan didn’t need his signature eye to detect the change in your posture or demeanor.

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

Kakashi worked his jaw beneath the mask and you heard the mandible pop more than once.  You wondered if his jaw was where he held most of his tension. You’d always assumed it was his shoulders, given his poor posture, but you’d never seen his lower face without his signature covering to examine it.

“When I said I was busy,” he started, “what I meant was I was busy that night, not that I was busy indefinitely.”

Your brain must have gone fuzzy again because that sounded like an admission of interest?  But that couldn’t be right.  If it were, surely he would have said something before now.

You were about to brush away his comment when he interrupted your dismissal with, “I was going to tell you the next time I saw you, but then…” Kakashi cleared his throat and you flicked your eyes up to scrutinize what little of his face you could see, “well, I think you’ve been avoiding me, but I don’t like to make assumptions.”

Your voice was much quieter than you meant it to be when you answered, “I told you, I’ve had other patients.”

Kakashi hummed again and this time he was close enough you could feel it and your stomach flipped.

“It’s more than just me, though, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about?”

Kakashi gave you a look you assumed he’d perfected working with Team 7—an expression that communicated his displeasure and his concern in equal measure.

You were infinitely surprised by the man’s ability to be so communicative with so little of his face exposed.

“You’re obviously struggling,” he said, “and I’m sorry if I’ve contributed to that in any way, that was never my intention.”

You wanted to shout, ‘I’m fine!’ but you didn’t.  He’d asked for honesty, and you were too tired to lie convincingly enough to fool him, so you remained silent.

The two of you stood there for a long time.  At least, it felt like a long time.  But when Kakashi’s voice reached you again, it was that warm comforting sound you so adored, and you felt some of the tension ease from your shoulders even as you worried you might start crying again.

Not because you were overwhelmed with sadness.

Not because you were embarrassed or lonely or because you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

But because you were relieved.

“I’m free tonight,” he said, resting his palms on your shoulders to hold you steady, “and I was hoping maybe you’d join me for dinner.”

You felt the sting in your eyes and you covered your face with your hands as a sob leapt from your mouth. Kakashi’s fingers tightened their grip on your shoulders and you were grateful for his support.

“Is that a ‘yes,’ I can’t tell,” he teased, and you nodded your head vigorously as you smiled through the wave of emotion cresting through you.

After a moment, you heard Kakashi chuckle.  “Maybe we should order in, though.”

Even through the tears, you laughed, relieved and amused and still a little bit embarrassed.

And happy.

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 20] FINAL

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, shibari, dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, overstimulation/forced orgasms, squirting, degradation, name calling, daddy!kink, gags! 😍💕 ✨HAPPY NEW YEAR!!✨ Here’s to more fun fics in 2021! I can’t believe this is our last chapter though omg 😭 It’s been suuuuch a journey and a privilege to write this little series out! I’ve honestly thought about a camgirl/boy series for like, over a year now, and I’m glad I finally did it! I completed one of my goals! 🥺💕 2020 was definitely a wild one, but I want to thank you all so fuckin’ much for supporting me and stickin’ it out with me all year! Here’s to more in the coming year!💕 Also I was proofreading this at the dining table last night thinking my roommate wouldn’t come out of their room but they did(while I was making dinner and my hands were dirty so I couldnt close my laptop ☠️) and they walked past my laptop and now I’m convinced they saw my fucking smut fic right in the open so yes my little mini-break next week is MUCH needed cause I am ✨embarrassed✨ 🤣 I’ll still do my inbox roundup tomorrow and probably answer a bunch of small thirst posts ‘n stuff throughout the week but there won’t be any drabbles! For now, enjoy chapter 20 🥺, have a safe weekend, and remember that I love you~ ❤️🍒💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 COMPLETE

Seungcheol wakes up much earlier than you do the next morning; pressing a kiss to your forehead as you groan and snuggle deeper into your pillow.

“Baby, I need to go run some errands for a little bit, okay? Just keep sleeping, you don’t need to get up yet. But, I made breakfast and put it in the microwave for you when you decide to get up later.”

His voice is muffled and you can barely understand what he’s saying but you nod; a soft sigh on your lips when you drift back into dreamland. He takes his time getting ready, checking his phone notifications as he gets dressed and places a note on the nightstand knowing that you didn’t catch a single word he said.

‘Hey, did you get everything I asked for?’

Jimin🧍🏻: of course, who do you think I am? Jeongguk?

Jimin🧍🏻: and btw, i’m just giving you a crash course okay? We don’t really have a ton of time

Jimin🧍🏻: did you watch those tutorial videos I sent you?

‘Yeah, I did some practice on my breaks, but I guess you can tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.’

Jimin🧍🏻: okee, i’ll be waiting. Don’t get here too late!

‘I’ll be otw soon. Thanks again, Jimin.’

“Ow--damn, okay, you don’t need to tug on it so much!”

“Sorry, I’ll be careful! And why are we practicing on you anyway?! Couldn’t you just have shown me pictures or something?”

“How else will you learn if not on an actual body? It doesn’t work the same way, Seungcheol.” Jimin pauses, checking himself in the mirror. “Also, keep in mind she does have boobs so just… go slow, okay? It’s not gonna sit like this on her.”

Seungcheol blushes a crimson red; biting the inside of his cheek at how amateur he was at this.

“Okay…”

Seungcheol is gone for a lot longer than you anticipate and although he replies quickly to your texts, you can’t help but be curious about where he’d gone and what he was doing.

Especially knowing that the two of you had to film tonight and knowing that everything was up to Seungcheol.

A shiver rolls down your body at the thought and you quickly try to shake off the nerves that seem to slowly invade your body when your mind starts to wander.

“It’ll be fine, I’m sure…”

“I’m home!”

“Where have you--oh, that’s… a b-big box? Um, should I be concerned...”

Seungcheol grins, shrugging as he sets it onto the kitchen counter. “Just some supplies for tonight. I had to go pick them up from a friend but I had to make sure everything was right.” He notices the way you can’t seem to take your eyes off of the box; eyes twinkling when he makes his way towards you.

He tilts your head up to meet his in a searing kiss, lips easing into a smile when you wrap your arms around his neck and melt under his touch. You moan against his lips just before he pulls away; staring dreamily at him while his hands start to roam over your clothed body.

“We have a long night ahead of us, sweetheart. Let’s pamper you a little before then, hmm?”

j__min: ??? where’s the loverboy

j__min has donated $200

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

xcaliburDK has donated $75

xcaliburDK: is that the sybian? Haven’t seen that in a looong while

You bite your lip and nod, somewhat shy as you sit alone in front of the camera. “Seungcheol’s still… setting up but he told me to start! I’m a little nervous, to be honest…” Your eyes flit to Seungcheol who rummages through the box in the kitchen and from the angle you’re sat in, you can’t see a single thing he takes out.

Earlier, he’d cooked you your favorite meal and even took the time to give you a full body massage before the two of you cuddled on the sofa and watched a movie. To you, it seemed a little too suspiciously tame and you only found yourself more nervous when he made you drink two glasses of water and ever so quietly announced it was time to start getting ready for the camshow.

“He’s being so suspicious! He was even gone for a few hours earlier today…” You mumble; brows furrowed at the camera before checking the comments.

It still amazed you every time with how much money you and Seungcheol made from the camshows and videos and it made you feel even better knowing that everyone loved the chemistry the two of you had together. There were a lot of video requests and ideas mixed in with the comments at any given time and you were definitely ready to pitch some to Seungcheol now that you’d rebranded your channel to be a couple’s channel instead.

“Almost done, sweetheart!”

gc__koo: he told me to watch cuz he was being suspicious with me too 

gc__koo has donated $50

alphagyu97: what is he even plotting

alphagyu97: i am excited to see the sybian again tho ngl

artist8hao: pretty baby gonna squirt for us again?

universe_WZ: hell fuckin yea let us see how fuckin wrecked you get on that machine

You feel your pussy clench around emptiness at their comments; already feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the anticipation.

Movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention and Seungcheol walks towards the bed with a wide smile and the same box in hand. “Ready?” You can only nod back slowly, watching as he dumps the contents of the box right next to your body.

gc__koo: oy

chwenon: oh shit

sleepy_wonu: oh baby, you’re in for it now

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

Your entire body fills with warmth as you look over the various objects; unsure of where to really look first. “I, um--”

A stack of red ropes sits next to a small bullet vibrator that sits next to a ball gag that sits next to a pair of EMT shears and your eyes immediately flit up to Seungcheol who only smirks back at your shocked expression. “I had some other toys I wanted to use but I figured I should go easy on you, y’know? Since you showed me some mercy last night.”

Nodding, you reach out towards the ropes, touching them shyly. “Why red?”

“Thought they’d be on theme for you, babygirl.”

Seungcheol takes his time; remembering Jimin’s words when he tugs the ropes around your wrists.

“Colour, babygirl?”

“G-green… daddy…”

He nods, sitting up on his knees behind you as you sit on the sybian and face the camera. You bite your lip, somewhat embarrassed that you were already soaking the toy underneath you as Seungcheol worked to bind your arms behind you.

“D--daddy, where did you l-learn this?” You whisper, somewhat curious if this had anything to do with why he was gone for so long earlier in the day.

“Mm, daddy’s friend Jimin was kind enough to help me get the tools and teach me a few tricks to make sure I kept my babygirl safe. Wasn’t that kind of him?” You nod gently, gulping when you shift atop the machine slightly in hopes of relieving some of the growing sexual tension in your body. “Why don’t you thank him properly, sweetheart?”

Your hazy eyes make eye contact with the camera, head tilted slightly. “T-thank you, J-Jimin… for--for helping daddy…”

j__min: omg a shoutout ive made it

kitty_junjun: we never thought we’d see the day

tangerine_kwan: and here we all thought you were gonna be the bad guy huh

hoshi_tiger_xx: like when u only see previews of the book online but the rest of it is different ykwim

Seungcheol makes sure your arms are bound snug enough but not too tight; leaning away slightly to admire his rope work. “Feeling okay so far, babygirl?”

Nodding, you whine back slightly. “Y-yes, daddy… But… my--my pussy wants s-something…” He laughs in return, readjusting so that he’s sitting on your side this time to give himself easier access to start the rest of the bindings.

“Is that so? You’re gonna have to be a little more patient this time ‘cause daddy’s not done yet.” He starts working on the rest of the harness; going slow and checking in with you often to make sure none of the ropes were digging into your skin or making you uncomfortable. “You’ll have to forgive me a little though, I’m admittedly a ‘lil inexperienced so our pretty babygirl is only going to be tied up in this pretty harness for tonight.”

gentleman_josh95: the fact u even took the time to learn just for her

gentleman_josh95 has donated $100

artist8hao: seriously, the dedication

kitty_junjun: we stan a man who knows safety and etiquette 

Comments of reassurance and donations flood in at Seungcheol’s small apology and although the two of you are in your own world; you can tell from just the amount of pings coming from your laptop that they all seemed to be encouraging him.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as Seungcheol continues to move around you on the bed to finish the harness and a smile graces his lips when he starts to secure the last knots in the back. He can’t help but mentally pat himself on the back at how neatly he’d done it for his first time.

“There. All done, baby.”

Your eyes flit to the laptop’s screen to see yourself; cheeks hot when you see how fucked out you already look and he hadn’t even touched you properly or turned on the machine.

The star harness Seungcheol had tied looks pretty with red ropes and you can’t hide your smile at how good it looks on you too either. “Ah, daddy made it really p-pretty… Thank you.”

This time, Seungcheol nods, letting you admire yourself as he silently reaches for the small remote for the sybian, switching it on.

Your entire body lurches forward as soon as the vibrations attack your clit and you immediately find yourself moaning and grinding down onto the machine as he gives you some relief.  

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Now let’s really have some fun, huh?”

You need to cum.

Badly.

“Awww, is my pretty baby drooling? Does it feel that good on your sensitive ‘lil clit?” He teases, smoothing down your hair as you cry around the ball gag in your mouth; drool seeping out from the side of your lips when he raises the vibrations a setting higher.

You don’t know how many times he’d played with the settings and edged you by now, but all you do know is that the urge to cum only grows stronger as you grind against the machine, soaking it with your wetness as you chase the pleasure building up in your body again.  

Surely cumming was okay, right? He never said you couldn’t.

You whimper around the ball gag, eyes fluttering shut when the tension in your body snaps in the blink of an eye and your thighs clamp down onto the sides of the machine. Throwing your head back, you moan against the gag and ride out your high as Seungcheol watches you from the side.

“Mm, bet that felt good, huh? But I know you want something in that greedy ‘lil cunt of yours, don’t you? You want daddy’s cock slamming into your tight ‘lil hole ‘til it’s full of my cum, right, sweetheart?” He licks his lips, turning off the sybian as you slump forward.

universe_WZ: shit shes so sensitive

chwenon: especially with her arms bound like that i bet she’s on cloud nine rn

gentleman_josh95: her cute lil head is probably all fuzzy already from all the sensations

therealchan99 has donated $100

gc__koo has donated $75

j__min has donated $150

All you can do is whimper and nod; teary eyes blinking back at Seungcheol as he smirks and leans in towards you.

“Mmm, you’ll get what you want eventually. But for now, you’re gonna cum again.”

He turns the sybian back on, licking his lips when he sees your body tensing again. It was always easier to get you to cum a second time and his point is proven when you mewl around the ball gag a few minutes later; chest heaving in stuttered breaths as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit when you’re quickly thrown into another orgasm.

“You always cum for daddy so easily, don’t you, babygirl?”

Your head feels fuzzy after already cumming twice in such a short span of time but you nod, head lolling to the side as Seungcheol finally turns the sybian off for good.

Seungcheol gives you a second to catch your breath before he’s scooting in and fiddling with the clasps at the back of your head to take the ball gag off.

A thread of saliva connects your lips to the gag and you whimper at how good it feels to be able to actually speak again. “D-daddy…” Drool drips from your mouth as your lead lolls forward and Seungcheol is quick to bring a hand up to keep your head up as he looks into your lust filled eyes.

“Colour, sweetheart?”

“Still g-green…” He nods back, checking to make sure none of the ropes had shifted. “Would you like some water before we continue, baby?”

“Yes, daddy…”

He fetches you a glass of water, tilting it against your lips as you down the entire glass and you find yourself a little surprised at how needed it was. “Thank you, d-daddy…”

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Ready to keep going?”

You nod, a little bit more energized. “I hope everyone, mmh, l-likes the show so f-far~” Your teary vision prevents you from reading the comments and before you can even make an effort to, Seungcheol is already helping you off of the machine and helping you sit on the bed across from him.

alphagyu97: ugh she looks so fucking good in that harness

angelhan: right? That shade of red looks so good against her skin too

angelhan: so fuckin pretty

tangerine_kwan: pics for the private room later? Plz i beg

Seungcheol takes this time to take off his boxer briefs, cock curving up against his abdomen when he’s fully naked across from you. He wraps a hand around his cock, moaning and spreading the precum down his shaft as you watch. “D’you want this, baby?”

Your lips fall open in a silent moan as you watch Seungcheol jerk himself off and you can’t help but squirm. “Y-yes…”

“Tell me exactly what you want then. Let them hear what a filthy little slut you are for me.” You can’t help but feel miserably empty watching him and despite having already cum twice, you want his cock fucking you open and making you cum again.

“I--I--”

“Yes, babygirl?”

“I, ngh, I want d-daddy’s cock… Please? Ah, I--I wanna feel you fucking my--my pussy into the, mmh, s-shape of your c-cock… And I w-want you to c-cum inside my--my slutty little h-hole…”

Seungcheol scoffs, hips shallowly thrusting up into his enclosed fist. “That’s right. You’re just my slutty ‘lil babygirl that lets me use all her tight holes how I please, right? You like it when I cum down your throat and in your pretty ‘lil ass. But we all know you like it best when I cum in your hot ‘lil cunt. Makes you feel all warm and full, doesn’t it? You like it when my cum is dripping out of your spent cunt and sliding down your shaky thighs.” This time you nod furiously as you whine back in response.

“P-please… Can’t wait any--anymore!”

This time, the impatience takes over as you slightly tug on the ropes; whining when they don’t give. “Daddy!”

And this time, he gives in quicker than he anticipates, growling as he reaches for the EMT shears to cut you from the harness. “Don’t let your arms down, no matter how much you want to. You’re going to strain your arms if you move too fast so let me handle it, okay, sweetheart?”

The sudden gentleness in his voice has a giddy warmth pouring over you as you nod and sit still while he cuts at various points of the harness to make the ropes fall loose around your arms and chest. You keep your arms in the same position like he requested and you soon feel his hands roaming your skin and massaging your arms to get the blood flowing again.

“You’re so good for me, baby.” He whispers against your hair, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before he slowly easing your arms down from being folded behind your back.

He continues to massage your arms for a few more minutes before it’s you that’s getting impatient. “Daddy… Can you fuck me now?” Whispering, you slightly turn your body to the side to meet his gentle stare.

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, nodding. “Lay on your back for me, legs spread.”

You follow his orders as you quickly scramble to get into position; legs spread wide for him to situate himself between.

“Mm, your pussy is still so fuckin’ wet. I wanna taste you on my tongue, baby.” Whines spill from your lips as you shake your head ‘no.’

“No! My p-pussy feels empty, I need y-your cock, daddy… ‘n I’m so wet, you can probably, ah, just s-slide your cock in…”

He wraps a hand around his cock just as you wrap your legs around his waist and he guides himself until the head of his cock is right at your entrance.

Neither of you say a word as he slowly starts to sink his cock in; guttural moans on his lips when he meets no resistance and bottoms out in a singular thrust. “Holy fuck, your cunt is so fuckin’ wet. Shit, and so t-tight!” You clench around him, already feeling good with his cock inside of you as you beg him to fuck you hard and fast.

“Ngh, p-please fuck me like--like I’m your, hah, c-cocksleeve… I want it f-fast, daddy!”

He grits his teeth at your words; drawing his hips back before snapping them into you just how you wanted. “Fast, hmm? All you think about in that pretty head of yours is my cock pounding you open, huh? Slamming into you so fuckin’ good, it makes your toes curl when you cum.”

Seungcheol starts a quick pace, already feeling the pleasure building up for himself when you’re reduced to garbled noises and broken cries of his name. The heels of your feet dig into the small of his back as you try to press him in closer and he’s quick to reach for the small bullet vibrator left on the bed next to your body.

“Your body is so fuckin’ sensitive, I can already feel how tight you’re getting around me. So fuckin’ greedy to cum too. Already came twice and you still want more. You’re not satisfied until your whole body is shaking underneath me, huh, sweetheart?” He turns the small toy on, pressing it to your clit as you yelp and let out choked sobs.

“Ah, ngh, d-daddy, my--my clit’s t-too sen--sensitive! I--I can’t--!” Squirming, you feel the pressure building up obscenely quick; bottom lip quivering when he takes one of your free hands and makes you hold the toy to your swollen clit.

“Just a little more, sweetheart. Don’t you wanna cum?”

He angles his thrusts to graze against your g-spot and loud cries of his name leave your lips in a hurried, jumbled mess when he only doubles his pace.

The sound of donations and comments pour in like water and get lost within the ringing in your ears; unable to even warn Seungcheol that you’re about to cum when you feel your entire body starting to lock up underneath him.

Your lips part in a silent scream and your back bows off of the bed, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you cum for the third time. Seungcheol growls, fucking you through it as you squirt all over his lower half.  He finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as you cum, but he feels himself quickly following suit with your warm walls fluttering around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, that’s right. Squirt for me, get me fuckin’ soaked while you cum.” He uses a free hand to make sure you keep the toy pressed to your clit, growling when he starts to unload his cum inside of you. “Mmh, gonna fill your cunt up with what you want, baby.”

A shaky moan leaves your lips as you feel him throbbing inside your pussy; walls clamped down onto him in a vice grip as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm.

“Ah, d-daddy’s cumming suh--so much inside of my p-pussy…”

Whining, you feel Seungcheol’s grip on your hand give way as he rides out his pleasure and you take the opportunity to turn off the small bullet vibrator while he doesn’t notice.

You watch his face contort in pleasure, hips still shallowly thrusting into you as his entire body shivers above you.

“D-daddy’s so h-handsome...” You mumble, cheeks hot when he cracks a smile through the pleasure wracking his body and chuckles under his breath. 

“Thank you, babygirl.” 

After you end the show, Seungcheol makes sure to cuddle with you on the bed for a little while longer.

“One more glass of water, baby.” You whine in response, pouting up at him before he gets up from the soaked sheets. 

“But I already had a glass! If you have a piss kink just say so, ‘Cheol!”

He lets out a boisterous laugh at your comment, trudging back to the bed from the kitchen with another glass of water for you. “You need to be hydrated, sweetheart. You came three times and we played a little more rough today. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” 

“Fine, but you didn’t deny my comment.” You snarkily reply, taking the glass from him as you down the water. 

“Don’t make me have to punish you again! I’ll have you know I still need to get you all washed up and change the bed--”

A faint pinging has the two of you turning to the laptop; still on your camming homepage from where you’d checked the revenues from tonight’s show. 

A small [1] sits above your inbox and Seungcheol is quick to turn to you with an eyebrow raised. “I thought you turned off the messaging system on your profile?” 

You tilt your head in confusion, handing him the emptied glass. “I did. The only messages I should get are from, like, the actual system admins or other creator accounts which, I haven’t received any ‘til... now, I guess?”

Seungcheol sets the glass down onto the nightstand before he takes a seat next to you, dragging the laptop closer as you go to check the notification. 

“’Love&Letter Films’? Aren’t they one of the biggest adult film companies?” Mumbling, you click on the message, giving yourself and Seungcheol a second to process the message that stares back at you; a shocked smile on your lips.

‘Hello!

I hope this message finds Cherry and Seungcheol well. 

We, at ‘Love&Letter Films’, have really enjoyed the shows and videos from your channel throughout the years and we really have enjoyed watching the growth of your channel and the addition of Seungcheol to it. The dynamics between the two of you are rare in this industry and we’ve yet to see anyone like the two of you in this market. 

The shows from the last two nights have proven that the two of you have the right kind of chemistry to film together for bigger productions and we would love to hire you for a few film productions we have planned in the upcoming weeks as a feeler. Of course, all expenses paid by us if you would kindly take our offer. 

We love the various scenes and roles that the two of you take on with ease and we would love to help propel your careers forward, should you pursue a career in the adult entertainment industry. 

Please don’t hesitate to contact me as I’ve listed my contact information below. I’m excited to hear from the two of you and hope to work with you in the future on many projects.

Respectfully, 

Kwon Soonyoung, L&L FILMS CEO’

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If ur open to requests could u do how the members of the bad batch would react to Reader having lots of scars and being insecure about them? I know it’s kind of a heavy topic though so if ur not up to it that’s totally ok!

Hi anon, thank you for the ask! I am indeed open for requests, and if anyone is interested in making one, you can check our this post!

You did well sending this my way; even though they sometimes carry painful reminder, scars are not something to be ashamed of - I think. They play a part in telling your story; wether it be about your clumsiness or battles you fought against someone else or yourself.

I think that's the mindset the boys would have regarding scars - especially since three of them have visible ones.

It can be read as either platonic or romantic, up to you!

TW: scars, mention of self-harm, mention of accidents and surgeries(bad fall, fractured bones, burns), mention of pain and blood, clumsiness, you being insecure and blaming yourself on some occasions for your scars, stabbing and training going a bit wrong

Hunter: clumsiness gone wrong

It's no secret to Hunter that you're very clumsy, he saw you tripping on your feet and dropping mugs and datapads more than any other memeberof the Batch ever did

But he didn't expected you to be that clumsy

"Who did that to you?!" he asked as you took of shirt, revealing barely healed stab wounds and burns

"Uh... I-I did" you barely confessed, looking down. "I tried to train and it went... Well, not so good. "

He came closer to take a look, his fingers stopping a few centimeters aways from your skin, and you couldn't look away, afraid of the contact he could make

You grabbed the closest top you could find and hurried to put it on, hoping for Hunter to drop it, but he didn't

"How did you stab yourself? "

"Hunter, that's not important. It's healed, it's hidden, let's not talk about it anymore." And you left before he could think of an answer

He didn't brought the topic back, until you trained with him, and managed to catch the blade instead of the handle of his knife

"I got it." you told him, trying to keep him there, but he followed you to the fresher and took care of cleaning the wound

"It happens. To the best of us."

You barely chuckled, thinking of all the scars you got because your body Moved faster than your brain, because you couldn't double check were you were going, because you had to get them for stupid reasons instead of cool ones

"I don't think you own this one to knocking your head over a pipe, do you?" you asked as you pointed to his scar above his left brow, and he smiled

"No, I don't. But this one," he took of his arm plate and rolled his sleep up to show a scarred patch of skin on his elbow, "I own it to the corner of our table on Kamino."

"And I have one on my chest- don't tell anyone about it okay?" he caught your eyes with a false sense of seriousness that had you nodding in amusement

"Knife training. I told everyone someone tried to stab me; just never told them who it was you know."

Your eyes widened, but the spark quickly faded away as you realised that it was almost impossible for him to stab himself. That was your level of stupidity, not his

"You don't have to lie to me you know. I know I'm clumsy, it's just... I could have avoided all of it but..."

You shrugged, and Hunter allowed himself to grab your shoulder, firm but nice in his hold

"You got these because you trained. Or because you tripped, or because you didn't look twice before you grabbed something. That's who you are and there's no shame in that. "

You rolled your eyes, but his words were soothing you still

When he was done patching up your hand, he gave it a light kiss and led you out of the refresher

"Careful where you put your feet, little warrior." He gently teased you, and knowing that Hunter - Hunter - still saw you the same - he called you a warrior, even through your clumsiness, warmed your heart

Wrecker: injuries

He’s playful and always find ridiculous stories behind his scars, stories he tells everyone asking him, because being clumsy doesn’t take the cool away and he wants to prove it to you

_

Wrecker wouldn't see the problem at first; he quickly learned to love and be proud of his scar, even if it was the consequence of a mission gone wrong

So when he sees you trying to hide the scars running down your neck and under your shirt with cheap space makeup and a scarf, he asks you why you'd do this

"I don't like them. They're ugly, and they make me feel ugly. They shouldn't be there."

He'd grab your hand, gentle, and would ask you to stop for a minute

"You're not ugly", he'd try to confort you, but you would answer with "that's not how I feel, Wrecker" and though the words are spit to his face, he doesn't feel hurt by them

Your shiny eyes, on the other hand, feel like a stab in his heart; and he asks you to sit with him for a minute, just a minute and he'll leave you be if you really want that

So you sit, reluctant, expecting something along the lines of "don't cry, you're beautiful anyway" blah blah

But Wrecker grabs your hand and gently out it on his face, more precisely on his scarred cheek

"First mission," he starts, "we were sent on a Separatist base to blow some stuff up; the usual you know. A generator exploded next to me. "

He's speaking softly, his tone surprisingly low compared to his loud usual self

"It took some time to get used to it - mostly the blind eye and the weakened hearing - but look at me now."

And his smile is so genuine, so caring that you can't help but feel a pinch in your heart

You feel bad about it, because you called yourself ugly and now you realise he might believe you find him ugly too

"I hope it doesn't sound weird, but... You look good with the scar." You try, and the squeeze around your hand comforts you some more

"I was thinking the same about you. Seems like we could be scar- buddies, what d'ya think?"

You appreciate his effort; you truly do; but you know it will take a while before you can look at the long trails on your skin and realise they don't take away any of your beauty or your worth

"Sounds good to me."

It takes you some time to abandon the scarf you always wear, but you eventually do and Wrecker gives you the biggest, proudest smile ever

He tells you you look like a badass and call you "scar-bud" and you can't help but feel good about it

You stopped buying the cheap space makeup; or at least you don't use it to cover up the scars anymore

One day while you're eating with Wrecker, you tell him the story behind them; it's not an easy one but he's here to support you anyway

Tech: self- harm

It get easier to accept them once you've opened up about their story - and Wrecker's nickname for you plays its role too

_

Tech is a man of reason and logic, so when he notices your arms always covered up, even in very warm climates; and the way you flinch every time something or someone tries to grab your wrist, he deduced you were hiding something

So one day, as the team was celebrating another victory before flying back to Kamino, he pulled you apart and confronted you about it

"What's about your arms, really? "

He takes notice of your uncomfortable look, the way you twist your sleeves to keep them tight against your skin

"Nothing, it's just..."

You're not sure about that; you're scared he might mock or scold you; and though you stopped harming yourself long ago, you didn't need someone to make you feel even more ashamed of your past actions

"Nothing important."

"It's important enough for you to keep it secret." He tells you, and for a second you hate the way he's so curious about everything and anything

"Let's just say we all fought battles in the past, and some of them are not to be proud of."

He frowns a bit, but when the realisation hits him, his eyes widens and he let out a soft "oh"

"Yeah, oh." You try to laugh it off, your heart already filled with the painful reminder that you did that to yourself

But Tech doesn't see it this way; he offers a hand to you, and you look at it for a moment, unsure about his intention

"I won't hurt you, I promise"

You reluctantly let go of your sleeves and he grabs your wrist; you almost flinch when you feel the tissue coming up your arm, revealing your scarred skin

You don't even look at it, it's not something you want to remember; rather you want to bury it far from you

You jolt when you feel a light touch against your arm; and another, and another...

When you dare turning your head, Tech is giving each of the lines a feather-light kiss

"A battle is a battle," he whispers against them, "and your victory is something to be proud of. Though I can understand the difficulty in it."

You can't hold the tears back, but weirdly enough you're not feeling sad

He never tells anyone about that night, or every other similar moment that followed; that decision belongs to you and he made it clear he would never step over your privacy

That helps you get more comfortable about it - with him at least - and sometimes, when the night get long and your mind overthinks, you get up and join him in the cockpit

And if you're only the two of you, you strech your arm his way, and he gently rolls up your sleeves to pepper kiss your skin, telling you that's you're doing great, another win for you today, i'm proud of you

And he goes on with the kisses and the praises until you feel better; and if you don't he'll stay there with you, talking about everything that could possibly interest you to help your mind wander off

And you know that if you ever lose the battle one day, he'll be there to hold you and tell you that sometimes we lose, we fall and it feels wrong; but it's okay, because we can always get back up and fight stronger, harder than before

It takes some time, and a lot of work, but one day you sit in your bed and roll your sleeve up; and you gently kiss your skin

Crosshair: open fractures and surgeries

And you realise that you won today, and for the first time you can look at your scars and feel proud of your victory

_

He doesn't have any visible scar; and to be honest he's the one who carries the least marks because of him being a sniper, and therefore always quite isolated on safer grounds

So at first you didn't feel that comfortable with the idea of him knowing about your scars; you didn't liked them, so why would he?

But one day one a pretty rough mission, part of your armour and blacks were torn apart, and once again you got injured

The knock on the refresher made you jolt, and though you protested when he came in, you didn't had the strength (literally) to throw him out

He sat with you in the shower, a mixture of blood and water sliding on the floor, and brought the medical kit closer to him

"I can do it myself." you spit to him, and though he said nothing verbally, his eyes spoke for him

So you sighed and looked away, because if you didn't you were probably going to cry from the pain and the gutting feeling of being so exposed, so vulnerable in front of him

You expected a snarky comment, something about getting sloppy, careless. You could almost hear him- hear it, if you focused a bit-

"Stop that." he muttered as he washed away the clots around your wounds, and you looked at him, confused

"Stop what? Bleeding out? Thank you I'm trying."

He rolled his eyes, but his touch remained soft, treating and bandaging your wound with care and precision

You tried to move away as soon as he was done, but the ache slowed you down in your movement; which he didn't fail to notice

"Make it easy on yourself, let me help."

You frowned, jungling between the pain of your wound and your older scars getting sensitive again

Sometimes they would hurt like a sting - or a stab wound depending of your tolerance - and you couldn't quite explain it to yourself

"I'm fine. I-" you breathed out a difficult sigh, and Crosshair shook his head to your stubbornness

"Does massaging helps?" He asked, and when you gave him a puzzled look he completed " for the scars."

You nodded, but couldn't help the light start when his fingers gently rubbed on your scared thigh

You let him do his work; and he did surprisingly well, asking where it hurt the most, if you needed a massage somewhere else

"Thank you." you finally whispered as he stroke the large scar on your knee, and you can't help but feel the need to justify it. "Open fracture on both legs. Happened a while back, but... Yeah, I had a few surgeries to fix that. "

He nodded to show you he's listening, and his gentle touches invited you to tell him more about that story

The next time he massaged a scar, it was the one on your back; you told him about your fall on a rock and how it almost broke your spine, and he gave you a slightly worried look

"I'm fine." You reassured him, "I just broke a lot of things in my life, and my bones are no exceptions. "

He never asks about them directly, but he'll always gladly listen to the story you tell him as he rub the pain away

Echo: Burns

It helps you a bit with your confidence, because he always look at you like you're some kind of superior being; being able to survive that much injuries is in itself a miracle for him and he never misses an opportunity to remind it to you

_

He, better than anyone else, understands your struggles. He understand the feeling, the shame and the disgust you have toward the marks on your body and your face

He never brushes your feelings off; instead he listens to you when you rant about them, telling him how unfair it is

You hate the sensation under your fingers; the bumps on your cheek and temple, the spot unable to grow hair anymore, the reflect on the mirror

And Echo knows that, and he is angry because you shouldn't feel that way

So he takes it upon himself to boost your confidence and make you feel good about your body

He starts with pets name, "pretty one" "handsome" "beautiful"; and at first you brush it off, but it slowly grows into you

To the point of smiling at the mere thought of him giving you your food ration or your blaster and spontaneously going "here, handsome"

And you may not love your reflection, but you love Echo, and if he can do that for you then you decide you can do it for him too

So it quickly become a thing between you, pet names and compliments about your appearance, and every moment is a good moment to tell them

Fighting droids? Got your back beautiful!

Eating outside? I'm lucky to be seated with the prettiest person out there.

Laying in bed, unable to sleep? I'll hold you tight until you get your beauty sleep.

Getting out of the refresher, parcels of skin wet and exposed? Kenobi has nothing you could envy.

Sometimes, it get rough. You wake up to the ghost feeling of a sharp blade burning your face, and it takes a while to ground you and ease the sensory flashbacks

But Echo is patient, the same way you are with him when the phantom pain strikes him down, leaving him sobbing and shaking against you

That's when you start to realise you're both similar; so eager to see people love themselves, yet so reluctant to apply it to you

"Do you think we deserved it?" He asks once, still shaken by the pain

"No, we didn't." You confessed, spontaneous, "But it happened anyway. So we might as well..."

And you stop, because it's not something you can vocalize; it's something you just both get, you both feel

And when things are tough, when the reflection twists and the tears threatens to roll down, there's always one of you to whisper "we might as well"

That's the thing you hold onto when you feel terrible; knowing that someone understands

Eventually, things get better for both of you; being able to rely one someone, share the pain and the sarcasm and the love opens up a new future for you; one where you can work through the scars, turn them into something you own rather than something that owns you

You still struggle with the whole "loving your body" thing; but now you don't hate it anymore, and that's already a big step

____

It was really interesting to write! I hope it'll help some of you feel more comfortable about your body and your scars 💗

Also I hope you liked it anon, thank you again for sending this ask!

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matchmakerrr

hello! i saw your matchmaker post & i’d like to enter a submission! my personality is very warm & bubbly! i’m cooperative with most people & i enjoy spending time around others. it’s kinda odd, but i love doing new things & being able to do something exciting! for my talents/hobbies, i play soccer + volleyball & i often go out with my friends! sometimes i just sit in my bedroom & do nothing all day though but doesn’t everyone? my sexuality is bisexual & my pronouns are she/her. for my physical appearance, i have wavy, layered dark brown hair + curtain bangs, & my tips are bleached! my eyes are hazel & i wear light pink glasses. my favorite characters are kyojuro & inosuke because of their chaotic personalities & they just seem like they’d be sweet! thats about it, i tried to make it short but i think i failed lol, let me know if you need any more info and tysm if you give an answer!! also i have no clue if this is where i'm supposed to put it, if this isnt the right place i'm so sorry!!

That’s completely fine! Btw I love volleyball (volleyball/badminton get very competitive amongst my group of friends) oh and you SOUND LIKE SUCH AN AMAZING PERSON, I LOVE YOUR ENERGY!!!!! Anyways, here we go!

Let’s play the Game!

These are the results of the Matchmaker’s assessments:

Sanemi Shinazugawa: This may come as a surprise to you but, I found that you are most compatible with Sanemi at 65%. I feel that the two of you would be drawn together in the beginning by your chaotic personalities. He’d love your rambunctiousness and bubbly demeanor. He is a bit of a stick in the mud most of the time but with you he actually smiles! (Not like his maniacal grimace like a genuine happy smile). (Although sometimes if you pester him-in a loving way- he will smirk wildly and chase you). The two of you are both fireballs and the excitement never ends when the both of you are together. For example, let’s discuss yours and Sanemi’s “laid back” game of volleyball. 3 people were injured. I would be lying if I said the two of you never got competitive, a simple game of soccer soon became a game where the only objective is to s u r v i v e. With all that being said I truly believe the relationship between you and Sanemi would flourish. I believe you would be the person that could bring out child in him. Around you he would feel safe, and it would take a while at first, but before he’d begin to smile and laugh. The longer the two of you spent together he would open up about his past, together I think you could help him heal and blossom. Overall I’m very moved, I’ll do a whole speech at your wedding. Brb crying because you two are so cute.

Shinobu Kocho: Up next at 35% is Shinobu! I think the two of you would get along very well! Your fiery, bubbly and enthusiastic, Shinobu is calm, warm, and tranquil. Together you are perfectly balanced, you complete each other. Shinobu would adore your personality, she always compares your spunkiness to fireworks. She loves to observe you, just you being yourself makes her heart full. Cheers you on whenever you play your sports, of course she’d play with you but she loves supporting you even more. On days you are more relaxed and would rather spend time at home, she is the first one wanting to cuddle. You help calm and sooth her mind, as she is another person who has led a difficult life. And with time she will open up about these things, this would also be the time you’d see her true emotions. She is always so strong and determined. With you she can finally be herself and that only is worth more to Shinobu than anything else. Ngl she kinda idolizes you, to her you are an angel, one her sister sent down to remind her that there is still joy to have in this world.

Honorable mentions: Gyomei Himejima!

Thank you so so so much for your submission! I hope you enjoy and if you have any questions or request please do not hesitate to send them in! You sound so wonderful I truly hope you enjoy!!! Thank you!!! Btw you sound so awesome I’m jealous of your personality!!!!!!

Thank you for playing!

[lilikags]

This is a little appreciation for all the moots I have! <3 This is long, so it’ll start below the cut. Just some words for this blog first:

✤ To all my followers: Thank you for your support! I appreciate it so much, and I hope to give you all the content you signed up for as soon as possible.  ✤ If you have a matchup or request sent and it’s been a while, I’m sorry >~< I only have enough time to create one content post/day, and I’ll definitely get to it! I will be busy August though, so I will be inactive for a few weeks due to it. I’ll try to get as much writing as possible though!  ✤ As I have a bunch of matchups and requests, I won’t be opening up my surprises for 500 followers yet, I will be doing them after I finish them. Keep your eyes peeled though! 

Dearest @kadoui,  As always, each appreciation letter starts with you. You brought me here to tumblr from a place I do not want to mention, and I always hate how we always miss each other on discord (┬┬﹏┬┬) I really hope we can vc as our og woh group so do let us know what time u wanna vc- In all nostalgia, I really started to love you /p (platonic) when our writing club in the hs au was active, and you’re so creative. You’ve been a huge inspiration to me, and one day, I will use our hanahaki au ides in my fics :>

Dear @rinemoon,  I cannot begin to fathom what kind of angst I would be writing (it would be none) without you and I sincerely love the hanahaki angst au ideas we came up with last summer. I can’t belive we’ve been friends for over a year and I treasure each and every one of our memories together. Keep singing, I believe in Rinnie Voice Supremacy !!

For my bestie @kazuqha, BESTIE- if I had not joined the server because of Sophie i would NOT be where I am today and friends with all of you and talking in the Liyue Harbor server and I would not be able to simp for Kazuha with you- oh gosh, we’re two clowns but I’m the smaller one :lh_oop: 

Fellow clowns @astrealia and @help-wtf-am-i-even-doing, We are clowns and we are proudly so. We run a server chaotically, and modding is when we get serious but what do we know other than setting up a server /j We are the broke Qixing except Taz has a wallet 😳 /lh lmao we are chaotic clowns and I enjoy clowning with you.

To @serowotonin & @nightshade-shot, Hey girls we like chilling and sometimes sharing braincells between the three of us and that’s really cool. What english-

Sincere apology & thanks to @test-tube, I think you followed for Voices of Teyvat and you went and got me being a clown, thank you for sticking with me. Kat, you are on my dash like every day- Anyways if I come into your inbox randomly with some weird statement it’s because I feel very familiar/casual with you so -3-

Yo, @oiphity, my other braincell, ISIDORE I MUST CONFESS I COULDN’T MEMORIZE YOUR NAME UNTIL,,, recently-ish,,, my brain put you as oiphity for the longest time whoop. I love our cursed E7 thoughts and we should continue making more,,, oh and that reminds me i still have a tab open to reply to the taking djb to burlington post whoop- i will be taking my time /j

Hello @spookii-does-stuff​,  Greetings to our local tenebria simp. If you have any questions about E7 please do ask :> I like feeling knowledgeable xD I FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE WHO PLAYS BOTH E7 AND GENSHIN SO YES (yes you and ily)

To those in the Liyue Harbor server: This is not Liyue harbor, it’s run by broke “qixing” and a chaotic port, what is this /s /lh In any case, I love you all, keep being the chaotic bunch you are and keep the server alive ilysm no breaking rules i wrote them 

To those in the Attack on Academia server: I love talking to you guys and you’ve helped me as a writer so much, and this recent collab has been great! I’m so glad Pink got me to join ehe. I wouldn’t have been able to meet all of you otherwise! A special shoutout to Ze @reddriot​ for helping me out sm <333

And to everyone else reading this: If I didn’t tag you and you’re a moot I’m so sorry but I’m writing this at 10 PM- BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU I LOVE YOUR PRESENCE ON MY DASH AND PLEASE INTERACT BECAUSE I SUCK AT GOING INTO INBOXES 

[4haechie]

cliché

summary: he doesn’t care if it seems cliché, donghyuck really wants to run into your arms after winning the game.

pairing: soccer player!lee donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, high school au

words: 1,882

warnings: swearing, that’s all

a/n: this is for the one (1) anon who requested for a part 2 to this drabble :D thank u sm i hope u like it! also, i should’ve thought this through bc i don’t know the first thing about soccer. enjoy!

“y/n, wait up!”

you’re making your way to the stands when mark calls out to you from behind. you turn on your heel and face him, annoyed, “what is it?” you don’t mean to sound rude, but you don’t want to miss a single second of the game.

“i have the perfect plan–”

“i don’t wanna hear it!” you know exactly what he was planning on telling you, but you don’t give him the chance. you quickly pass the food stalls on the ground floor, climb the steps of the stands, and take your seat. you plop your bag on the seat to your left to save one for mark–he’s annoying and a slowpoke, yeah, but he’s your best friend.

the announcer states the game will be starting soon; you don’t know why your heart is beating so fast, it’s not like you’re playing. you’re only watching the boy you like play. no big deal.

you hope his team wins. you also hope he’ll come up in the stands after winning to say hi and perhaps more. the rapid beating of your heart returns as the crowd goes wild when the announcer starts reading out the players’ names.

/

lee donghyuck is amazing at soccer. he’s been playing the sport since he was young. he’s good at it, the captain of the school’s team, and never fails to bring his team victory.

he’s played about a million and one games before. why is he so nervous about this one?

oh, yeah. it’s because he invited you to watch the game a few days ago. you, who’s been his crush for as long as he can remember. you, who has no clue he’s crushing on you.

“game starts in five.” the coach is pacing around, making everybody more nervous than they really are. “this is the first game of the semester. no big deal,” he lets out an airy laugh. “we’re going against our number one rival school. no pressure,” he lets out the same laugh.

donghyuck rolls his eyes. “coach, relax! we’ve gone against them before and won. this is gonna be a piece of cake, right guys?” he gazes around his teammates.

the coach does some warm-ups–he’s not even playing; donghyuck doesn’t get this guy–and walks over to the teacher’s bench to chat with his colleagues.

the field is open, of course, and the players’ waiting area is a huge tent just beside the stands. donghyuck scans the stands–he doesn’t know where you’re seated, so when he doesn’t find you, a small frown traces his lips. what if you didn’t show? you said you would...but he can’t see you anywhere. what if you changed your mind? his mind is racing with such thoughts when the announcer yells something through his megaphone.

“all players on the field!”

the coach tells the team to huddle for a second and gives his final piece of advice: “finish them! you hear me?” the teammates whoop and cheer loudly and the coach smiles at them fondly.

/

“our school needs one more goal to win.” mark says, munching on cheesy doritos. you grip the empty can of soda in your hand tightly in anticipation. they have to win. he has to win. “donghyuck has to make the winning goal. he’s so fucking good, y/n!” mark nudges you knowingly.

you need to focus on the game in front of you, but mark’s words make your mind wander. he really is good. mark’s never been to any of his games before, and you’ve been to the very first game he played after making the team.

you and donghyuck have been in the same class for as long as you can remember. you also live in the same neighbourhood. but you’re always too shy to approach him, and he’s always with his billion teammates or friends. you, on the other hand, are with mark, your oldest friend, most of the time.

just to show your support, your entire class in freshman year went to donghyuck’s first-ever soccer match. he was so thrilled to see everyone there, cheering for him and rooting for him. he lost that match, unfortunately, but learned from his mistakes and won every single match after that. soon, in junior year, he was made the captain.

this game is going to be one of his last games before he graduates. so he has to win, not only to bring another trophy to the table but also to impress you. as silly as it sounds, he prays you’re out there somewhere. he prays you’re watching, because he really wants to kiss you after winning the game–like every cliché high school movie to ever exist.

/

donghyuck feels beads of sweat lining his forehead, trailing down his neck. he takes a deep breath. he listens closely to the audience screaming his name. he grasps that, holds onto it, clings to that as if his life depends on it. he doesn’t have much time, he has to take his shot. he runs like the wind and he’s suddenly in front of the goalpost, staring at the face of the rival goalkeeper.

donghyuck dares glance around; his eyes catch the sight of the opposition advancing. he has to act fast. he gathers all the stamina that’s left, takes one look at the goal, does the necessary pre-goal-making calculations in his head, and kicks the ball. all of this happens in under a second–the goalkeeper doesn’t see it coming. donghyuck is known for his surprise attacks and goals. this really was a piece of cake, he thinks.

the ball soars and hits the back of the net. the crowd goes wild–literally. the chanting gets louder, and donghyuck smiles brightly. in an instant, as if this was rehearsed, his teammates surround him, lift him in the air, also chanting his name.

he gets handed the winning trophy, and everything becomes a blur. he and his teammates pose on the field to take pictures, his coach cries tears of joy, his parents come running to embrace him, hearts full of pride, his siblings look the happiest he’s ever seen them. everyone’s smiling and joyful, just the way he wants. he’s dreamed of this day before, just like he’s dreamed of all his matches. he dreams he makes the winning goal, the crowd screams his name, he spots you, walks towards you and pulls you in for a kiss in front of everyone.

he didn’t care in his vision, and he wouldn’t care in real life either.

/

after the game, the cheerleaders put on a final performance, commemorating your school’s win, marking the end of the event.

mark bumps you in the shoulder, “you have to tell him now. it’ll be the cherry on top to his day today. did you see how he smiled? it’s like he knew he was gonna win all along.”

you’re still seated in the stands with him, even though most of the audience has taken its leave. besides, mark also has friends on the team. he couldn’t leave without congratulating them in person. the team left to shower and change a while ago, so you’re sure your heart won’t settle till you’ve seen and talked to donghyuck in person.

“i have a feeling he did.”

mark chuckles, “he’s a great guy, y/n. and i think he likes you too. just tell him! what’s the harm?”

you press your lips together. “the fact that he might not like me back?”

mark rolls his eyes, “y/n, it’s not a fact if you’re not sure, and you won’t be sure till you tell him.”

he has a point, but doesn’t everyone get a little doubtful when it comes to someone liking a person back? your mind argues with itself, debating, and listing the pros and cons of telling him how you feel once and for all.

just then, a familiar voice interrupts your train of thoughts. “i didn’t think you guys would come.”

you whip your head to the side and see lee donghyuck standing there, having changed out of his soccer uniform to a pair of jeans and a plain tee hidden under his jersey, and his bag is slung over one shoulder.

jesus, fuck. this boy...

“y/n would’ve never missed it.” mark smiles up at donghyuck, who scratches his neck in embarrassment.

you shove mark to the side and get up to stand in front of donghyuck. donghyuck’s eyes widen a little when you extend out a hand, “congratulations on winning the game, donghyuck! that final goal was one for the history books.”

donghyuck giggles...giggles, before meeting your hand in a firm shake. “thanks, um, that means a lot.”

“what do you mean?” you pull away reluctantly, not wanting to let go, but not wanting to look clingy either.

he glances at mark warily but softens his gaze at you. mark sighs, “fine, i’ll leave. make it quick, you two! and no funny business–”

you practically push mark away and after ensuring he’s far, far, away from the stands, you gesture at donghyuck to continue.

“i mean...that i’m really glad you came. i’m also really glad you watched me win. a bunch of colleges sent representatives to watch the game, and a few of them even approached me. i might have a shot at getting a scholarship,” he chuckles shyly.

“donghyuck, that’s so awesome! oh my god...i’m so, so, happy for you!” you grin.

“thanks,” he looks down at the floor, a little flustered. “so, um, i wanted to ask you something. well, more like tell you something.”

you cock an eyebrow, puzzled.

“the thing is...before the game started, i was at the tent and i glanced around the stands to look for you–just to, you know, wave at you or something.” he laughs before continuing, “i didn’t see you, so i thought, i don’t know, maybe you didn’t come? i was...kinda sad. i don’t even know why. it’s not like just because i didn’t see you doesn’t mean you weren’t there. but anyway, i’m really glad you made it. and i’m really happy i won,” he smirks.

you’re not sure you’re able to process his words. they tug at your ears but no avail. they go straight to your heart. they stay there, snuggled together. “donghyuck...what are you trying to say?”

donghyuck doesn’t speak. instead, he sets his bag on the floor, brings a hand around your waist and urges you close. you gasp, but it’s immediately drowned out by the feeling of his lips on yours. the kiss only lasts a few seconds, but to you, it feels like an eternity. his lips are soft, plump and sweet–you wonder what lip balm he uses. he pulls away, grinning.

“woah,” you breathe.

“i’m trying to say that i like you, y/n. and i really wanted to kiss you after winning the game.” donghyuck gingerly twirls a strand of your hair around his finger.

you giggle, burying your face in his chest. he smooths your hair out and props his chin atop your head. “i like you too–a lot, actually,” you say.

he hums, “that’s a relief.” he pulls away to look at your face, admiring every detail, every curve, every feature. “you’re really pretty.”

you roll your eyes, “shut up and kiss me again.”

and he does.

[sleepysnk]

yaaaaaaaay, i'm back! i'm so glad requests are open once again🥺 could I request a one shot male!hanji x reader where she surprises him in his office like two minutes before the highups come in for a meeting and she stays under the table giving him a bj and as soon as they leave the room, she takes her panties and rides him until he comes inside of her? i'm sorry this is really specific, i just thought about it the other day and i just really like the way u write! thank you so much 🥺 also if it's too much that's totally fine

omg my Male Hanji anon! good to see you love! you can ofc get this scenario ;). i hope you enjoy! ♡

Male!Hanji x Fem!Reader: Quickie

Warnings: NSFW

(Y/N) sat waiting on her boyfriends desk. It had been a long day, and she wanted to surprise him to make him feel better. Hanji had been having a pretty stressful week once again, and he needed the time to relax.

She was aware of how stressed her boyfriend was. She couldn't blame him. With everything going on everyone was practically stressed at this point. She just wanted to give him a little special treat to help him relax, and to cloud his mind from all the stressful thoughts.

Hanji came to his office and saw (Y/N) sitting on his desk with just a bra and underwear on. He was a bit shocked, but who was he to complain?

"Hey baby" she said and walked up to him.

Hanji smiled and pulled her close to him. "Well hello to you too princess.." he said and gave her a kiss on the lips.

She smiled. "I was just thinking about surprising you. You've been so stressed lately" she said and put her arms around his neck.

He chuckled. "Yeah I have, and I appreciate the surprise, but I have a meeting. It's gonna have to wait for a bit babe" he said and went towards his desk.

(Y/N) was a bit disappointed that she had to wait. She had been very needy herself, and she just wanted him to rip her clothing off already. She followed him as he sat down in front of his desk.

"Not even a quickie?" she asked and nodded.

Hanji looked up at her. "These are higher-ups coming in (Y/N). If I get caught with you, I'll get in trouble" he replied and shifted a bit.

She walked around his chair in a teasing manner. "Come on.. baby I know how badly you've been wanting me" she said and ran her hands along his chest.

He couldn't help but get hard at what she was doing, she looked so sexy in her bra and underwear. "Get under the desk" he said and looked at her.

(Y/N) crawled under his desk and positioned herself between his legs. "I knew you'd crack" she said and laughed a bit.

She helped him unbuckle his pants. His cock was twitching already, and he needed to be freed from it. (Y/N) took out his cock, and began to stroke his slowly. This caused a groan to rumble in his throat.

That's when a knock came from the door. "Section Commander? Are you here?" Moblit asked from the other side.

He pushed her head and shifted closer to his desk. "Y-Yes! I'm here.. come in" he replied and looked down at his girlfriend.

She heard the door open and a footsteps enter. "Great to see you Hanji" Pixis said and sat down in the chair.

He gulped as he felt (Y/N)'s hot tongue against his shaft. "Good to see you as well" he replied and tried his best to remain calm.

(Y/N) found it quite amusing that her boyfriend was shifting so much from her touch. She was teasing him, and she noticed it was bothering him.

"So let's talk about these plans shall we?" Erwin said and looked around at everyone.

Hanji couldn't help but let his mind wander from what was being talked about, (Y/N) was doing so well, and he just wanted the meeting to end already. He was for sure going to take her once everyone left the room.

"I'm in full support of this mission, it is necessary for humanities victory against the titans" Pixis said and looked around the table.

(Y/N) began to bob her head against his cock. She stroked it as she swirled her tongue along the tip, causing Hanji to jolt a bit. His eyes wandered down to where was under his desk, her (e/c) eyes wide as she continued to suck him off. The sight alone was making him go crazy.

"Hanji? Is there anything you would like to add?" Erwin asked and broke him out of his thoughts.

He blinked. "U-Um yes! Our plan is to keep training Eren Jaeger with his hardening ability" he replied.

He couldn't help but feel so hot.

"Are you alright? You seem quite off right now" Pixis asked and furrowed his brows.

He shook his head. "Yes I'm fine! Ah- I'm okay" Hanji replied and shifted a bit.

Pixis looked back at Erwin and continued discussing things with him. Hanji shoved his hand down to (Y/N)'s head and forced his cock down her throat.

This caused her to gag a bit.

"What was that?" Erwin asked and furrowed his brows.

Hanji looked up and nodded. "I'm not sure, I heard it too" he replied and tried his best to seem convincing.

Pixis and Erwin seemed a bit weirded out, but went back to their conversation. The way her throat felt around his cock made him go crazy, he wanted to do that again, but she almost got caught.

"Alright Hanji... we will talk later. Thank you for listening" Erwin said and stood up.

"Of course Erwin" he replied and gave a smile.

He watched as Pixis and Erwin both exited his office. As soon as the door closed, he pulled (Y/N)'s arm making her stand up.

"Let's go. Now." he said and pulled her into his bedroom.

She smirked as he pushed her onto his bed. "I put on quite the show" she said and removed her bra and underwear.

Hanji removed his clothes quickly. "You thought it was funny huh? You almost got me caught (Y/N)... that's not very funny" he said and opened her legs.

He noticed how wet she was. "So beautiful.." he said and positioned himself at her entrance.

With one swift motion he entered her. (Y/N) cried out in pleasure, and gripped at the sheets as he thrusted into her quickly. Hanji was already getting close since he had received head earlier.

"H-Hanji!" (Y/N) yelled as he thrusted into her pussy.

Hanji leaned down to her face. "You like that? Tell me how good it is baby.." he whispered as he nipped at her ear.

She felt her body shiver at his words. "It feels so good!" she cried out.

He gripped her thighs and began to become a bit sloppy. He knew his was getting close, he was twitching inside of her. (Y/N) was beginning to feel that knot in her stomach, she was close herself.

Hanji ran his hand down to play with her clit. This sent a fire burning over her stomach. "I'm going to-" she was cut off by her orgasm.

She felt her legs shake, and sparks of ecstasy dance across her stomach. Hanji felt her walls clench around him, and he felt his own orgasm hit him hard. She felt his cum shoot into her.

The two lied there for a few moments trying to catch their breaths. "So do you feel relaxed yet?" she asked.

He smirked. "Yes... but theres more where that came from. Let's have a shower" he replied and stood up.

(Y/N) blinked but followed him into the bathroom anyway.

[thenighttrain]

🦔🐧

Guess what I did last week? I bought socks with HEDGEHOGS ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS on them AND socks of PENGUINS SKIING. HOW AMAZING IS THAT!!!     

Anyway, well that's the last time I tell anyone anything about animal anons plans, otherwise they will be spoiled and ruined by my friends! Oh well, it's all in good fun (and also forced me to keep my commitment of posting tonight despite being depressed that Jurgen got sent home...#gbbospoilers)!

Well as many people have predicted correctly, I passed the Bar! Hallelujah! I was sworn in as an attorney this week so I am officially an esq! I also am scheduled to received my dolly booster shot next week and earlier this month I started a new (not 80 hours a week) job! So I have had a fabulous month and have many things to be thankful for including my epic sock purchase! Which is perfect timing for the holiday ahead! So I wanna know what you are thankful for this year? I know it's been a tough year for so many so it can be as small or as large as you can think!

I'm so excited to learn more about everyone's year and what you're thankful for! Remember to tag animal anon (if you so desire) because I love scrolling through all your amazing responses! And since it was requested of course I LOVE atwtmvtv and the short film! My favorite vault song is IBYTAM because I love LOVE LOVE CS (please everyone go watch his performance with Jhud from the CMAs, it is mind-blowing)!

And remember, animal anon thinks you are all beautiful talented gorgeous people who are all killing it at life! ❤

that sounds SO CUTE awww! cute socks are my favourite thing! i too want those socks. i have not seen great british bake off but i've heard lots about it. maybe i should watch that instead of trashy reality tv, which is my guilty pleasure 🤧

OMG CONGRATS ON PASSING THE BAR! that's incredible! i'm almost in my final year of law school and it's been sooo hard, so that's an amazing accomplishment. and congrats on your job and booster shot <3 this year i am thankful for my friends and their company because i don't have any immediate family in this country. i'm also always grateful for my families' support of literally everything i do. and i'm grateful for taylor, as usual, because her music gets me through so much

ibytam is soooo good! i will have to check out chris' performance since you recommended it! how good is atwtmvtv, i was just listening to it on the train just now lol. i love u animal anon, you're the best!! have a great week!!

[juminhanswife48]

Jumin X MC: going to watch Zen’s play

hehehe had this idea for a while, hope u all enjoy!!!

“MC, slow down!” Jumin quickly shuffled behind her, almost falling victim to the crowds that were accumulating on the sideways. “What is the rush?”

MC grasped his hand tighter, as if she were the mother to a toddler. His heavy feet dragged behind her, protesting every turn she took. He sighed loudly, making faces of annoyance at every sign or mention of the mysterious event. MC fled through the crowds with Jumin attached to her. “Sorry!” MC yelled back with a sweet smile as she bumped into anyone. No one could stay mad at her sweet smile, so even the street punks just brushed off the tiny alterations.

Jumin took note of his surroundings, they were in the heart of the city. The only things there were the theatre, restaurants, clubs, and shops. They’d already had dinner, it was too late to shop, so she was taking him to the club or the theatre.

“We are here!” MC smiled as she stopped in her tracks and looked behind her. There Jumin stood, his eyes relaxed with a look of absolute disgust.

“Why did you take me here?”

MC looked up and pointed to the lighting up sign: ACTOR ZEN GOES BACK TO HIS ROOTS IN...TEI’S TEA LEAF!! PREMIERING FOR ONLY 3 DAYS!! The sign read in glistening golden letters.

“MC...i’m not sitting through an hour of him galloping on stage as his fan girls drool over him.”

“Come on!” MC pleaded. “We have to support our friends.”

“Your friend.” Jumin quickly corrected.

“No, he’s apart of the RFA and we all need to get along.” MC dropped his hand then moved closer to him. “He’d really appreciate if everyone showed up. Seven is already busy with work and can’t come, so i’m sure he would appreciate it if you did.”

“Ugh,” Jumin scoffed. “I’m only going to sit through this for you.”

MC smiled, then grabbed his hand again. “He gave all the RFA members access to the balconies, so we can all watch from there together.”

MC began walking to the entrance with Jumin dragging his feet behind her. “So excited.” He sarcastically nodded.

“Oh! And he told everyone to meet in his dressing room before the show.”

Jumin looked up at the night sky before they entered the building.

This is going to be a long night.

_______

“Hey!” Zen smiled wide as MC opened his dressing room door. “I’m so glad you came!” He got to MC’s level and gave her a friendly hug.

“Hi Zen.” MC quickly hugged him.

“Back up.” Jumin appeared into the doorframe.

“Ugh why did you have to bring this JERK?” Zen rolled his eyes obnoxiously as he backed away from MC.

“Don’t hug MC like that.” Jumin immediately shot back.

“We aren’t doing this tonight.” MC said as she put herself in between the two men. She knew things would escalate if she didn’t intervene, and although it would be so entertaining to watch them hash it out, now wasn’t the time.

“Jumin, it was just a friendly hug. And Zen, stop calling him names.”

Jumin smirked at Zen, then grabbed MC’s waist and pulled her in close to him.

“Anyways!” Zen said. He turned quickly, his long ponytail swaying in the air. “Seven couldn’t make it. And Jaehee said she might be a little bit late.” He sat on his chair, then made direct eye contact with Jumin. “Thanks to her lovely boss who exploits her labor-”

“Oh my god you guys need to stop.” MC interrupted.

“I haven’t said or done anything yet to incite an argument.” Jumin said innocently. He looked around the room and saw a red couch, up against the wall. Jumin quietly took MC’s hand then walked to the couch and they sat shoulder to shoulder.

“Zen, don’t you have to do makeup or something?” MC asked, quickly changing the subject. Maybe it was a mistake taking Jumin to the musical, but she thought it would be a sweet gesture to support Zen.

“No, i just have to change my clothes before the play starts.” Zen answered.

MC always loved when the whole RFA spent time together, although it was really hard to get those gatherings.

Jumin already had a busy schedule, Jaehee too. Seven was constantly backed up with work, and Zen got mobbed in the daylight. When the RFA got together it was usually in private, or at night time. There was a flip side though, Yoosung was usually always free and loved hanging out with MC. Jumin didn’t mind when they hung out too much; he just requested that MC texted him every half hour.

“Hellooo!” Yoosung proudly announced as he answered the room. The awkward veil got lifted, as Zen smiled back. “I had to ask for directions back here and the security thought I was Zen’s fan...Oh, hey MC and Jumin!”

“Hi Yoosung.” MC said cheerfully. Jumin raised his hand up then waved.

Rather quickly Zen and Yoosung began talking amongst themselves.

Jumin focused his attention back to MC, then placed his hand on her thigh. She looked at him, her eyes big with a rose blush appearing on her cheeks.

“Jumin…” She whispered. She rubbed her nose then smiled. “About what Zen said…I feel really bad for Jaehee,” She placed her hand on top of his. “She works so hard for you, you don’t exploit her, but she deserves a break once in a while. You should go easy on her.”

“Please MC, not right now. Let’s talk about this later.”

“I’m sorry.” She was slightly embarrassed.

“Hey!” Yoosung said as he looked at Jumin. “I’m surprised you came...”

“MC just dragged me around town, she didn’t tell me where we were going.”

“Ohh, now i get it. That’s smart, MC. Good one.” Zen chimed in.

“Super smart!” Yoosung said.

Yoosung and Zen resumed their conversation, then Jumin looked into MC’s eyes. “I’m sorry if i hurt your feelings. I didn’t mean it that way. I just want to keep my work separate from my personal life.”

“I get it, it’s ok.” MC said. Jumin smiled then squeezed her thigh.

“Heyyy! So gross and handsy!!” Zen laughed loudly.

Jumin quickly took his hand from her thigh, then rolled his eyes. “You both are so childish.”

“Ignore them.” MC softly said. Jumin’s face was lit up with shades of red and pink, he tried to cover his face but it didn’t work, which Zen blissfully pointed out.

Zen and Yoosung continued with their laughter, until a tiny feminine voice said ‘Hello’ at the door.

MC looked up and saw Jaehee standing there, nervously twiddling her thumbs. She was wearing a simple, yet elegant dress. It was peach colored with light sparkles and layered with lace.

“Jaehee you look so beautiful.” MC said. Zen nodded in agreement.

“You do too, thank you so much.” Jaehee said as she slightly lowered her upper body to bow.

“Hi Jaehee.” Zen and Yoosung said in union.

Jumin simply looked up at Jaehee and nodded his head.

“I’m really grateful you all came,” Zen started. “I work really hard for my plays and it means a lot that you guys want to see that.”

“I know you work hard, that’s why i wanted everyone to see how talented you are.” MC said.

Jumin felt a hit of jealousy to him with that comment. He knew MC didn’t mean to make him jealous, but he still felt it. Jumin looked back to MC’s face and stared. It was something he did to silently get her attention, or when he needed to mask his own insecurities. MC looked at Jumin and saw his eyes, then she knew how he was feeling. She grabbed his hand then intertwined her fingers with him. Dammit, she thought to herself. She always forgot that supportive comments towards Zen usually made Jumin feel a certain type of way.

“I’m happy i get to experience your plays live, they usually sell out very quickly!” Jaehee smiled.

“Yeah you’re getting really really popular.” Yoosung agreed.

MC felt really bad for Jaehee. As many times as she tried to convince Jumin to not overbear her with work, he only partially listened when MC started to get frustrated, which always ended up with the same old “work life is not part of my personal life, blah, blah, blah” defense. MC had even offered to take up some of Jaehee’s work, but Jumin always respectfully declined.

So whenever MC noticed Jaehee not taking proper care of herself, or drowning in work, she would always swoop in and take Jaehee under her wing. MC couldn’t count the times that she had sent food to Jaehee, or spent hours with her organizing documents and helping her write up reports behind Jumin’s back. Jaehee and MC had a tight bond, wether Jumin denied it or not.

“Well, the show starts in 20 minutes so now that everyone is here maybe you should go to the balcony,” Zen started. “You guys just walk down this hallway, there should be stairs. Then just go to the right there should be a security guard, he’ll tell you where to go from there.”

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The show was going great. Zen’s performance was very respectful, and his talent poured out of every line and song he performed. MC had never viewed any of his work until then, but she had quickly realized why he was famous.

Jaehee was enjoying herself more than ever before, and although Yoosung was intently engaged with the play, it was obvious he was a bit confused as to what was going on, often times whispering to Jaehee for confirmation to this questions.

But MC couldn’t seem to focus or enjoy the play, there was something slowly eating away at her conscience. She could feel that Jumin wasn’t enjoying himself. Well, he probably wouldn’t enjoy himself in the first place; musical theatre and Zen weren’t his favorite things. But she could sense he wasnt feeling the best way, about a different topic.

“Jumin,” MC whispered into Jumin’s ear. He jumped a bit, surprised of how close she was. The loud musical number wasn’t helping her case, as it was really hard to hear anything besides Zen’s singing. “We need to talk?”

He nodded his head, then they got up and walked out of the balcony, which drew the attention of Jaehee and Yoosung.

“Be quick!” Yoosung smiled. Jaehee looked at the couple then sighed, they were ruining the beautiful moment, in her mind.

Jumin followed MC out to the vacant hallway, where she balanced herself up against the grey wall. This hallway that connected to the balcony was for VIP guests only, so it acted like a storage space away from the general public. Carts full of wires, books, and costumes flooded the sides of the hallway.

There was always something so eerie and creepy about empty hallways, especially during a musical. You were still able to head the distant echos from the theatre room, but the hallways amplified the tiny sound to make it sound like something out of a horror movie.

“When i’m being friendly to Zen, it’s nothing more than that. I’m just trying to be supportive, and i know it bothers you sometimes. I just want you to know I only have eyes for you.” MC said. Jumin got in front of her, then blinked a few times.

“I’m sorry, you just know how him and I don’t get along, sometimes i feel like he takes advantage of your kindness to get back at me.”

MC smiled. “I...I don’t think Zen is that malicious towards you. He’s just a friendly and flirtatious person.” She put her hands on his chest then began to smooth out his jacket. “But. I know when to draw the line with him.” She picked a piece of Elizabeth’s fur off of his jacket and looked up at him. “And i always do.”

“I would hope so. I’m serious when it comes to things with you.”

“Me too, Jumin. I really love you. But with that being said, if there’s something that you want me to stop doing...then I will.” She took her hands away from his chest, letting her arms rest by her side. “I care more about your happiness, and us at the end of the day.”

Jumin nodded his head then pulled her in for a tight hug. “Just stay the way you are with me.” MC felt a light kiss on the top of her head.

The rest of the night played out well, Jumin and Zen were still bitter towards each other, but Jumin felt more secure with his relationship with MC. It was getting easier for him to realize that her support for Zen only came out of the place that made him fall in love with her in the first place: her kindness and regard for others.

[damn-behzinga]

A Painful Memory

Ethan Payne (Behzinga) X Reader

summary - The Sidemen Roast is all fun and games until someone jokes about Ethan’s friend who passed away two years ago.

warnings - mentions of suicide, death, therapy, swearing, my terrible writing

request - hi hope your well idk if you are doing requests right now but if you are could you do an ethan or harry one where u are in the audience at the sidemen roast and one of them targets a roast at u but it’s really mean and triggers something?! :) thank you xx

masterlist & request info

The Sidemen decided to do another Sidemen Roast but with other people. They had gotten a bunch of new friends to roast them but needed one more to complete the set. 

They all chose their audience members, close friends and girlfriends to watch the scene play out. Whichever of their closest friends were available really.

The evening had gone well, a few roasts that made the crowd and the Sidemen burst out into laughter and a few that made them cringe or gasp. But overall it was going well. Until Louis stood up to start his roasts. He was a newer friend and they thought it would be interesting to have him, roast people, he had only just grown close with.

It was already a little off when he made a race joke that JJ and Tobi managed to awkwardly laugh off. But no one was expecting the words, "No wonder Ethan's mate killed himself, I couldn't bear to deal with Ethan either.". 

It wasn't a secret between his close friends that Ethan lost a friend to suicide. Ethan was very lost after it happened because he was the one that found them. But Ethan kept it a secret not wanting the public to know or anyone outside his close friends and family. So how the fuck did that guy know?

Everyone sat in shock and Ethan didn't know how to react. He picked up his bottle of water and took a shaky sip, Tobi touched Ethan's shoulder to show his support but Ethan flinched away.

JJ was the first to speak up, kicking the guest off stage and announcing they were taking a short break. Ethan quickly ran off stage and you immediately stood up and chased after him.

"Ethan?" You called after your boyfriend but Ethan continued running.

Ethan suddenly stopped and looked around the room, making eye contact with you, a loud sob escaping his lips. You cupped his cheeks and stroked them softly, a small way to calm him during the tough times. Ethan continued to cry and you helped him slowly lower himself to the floor.

"It's okay, love. I'm here, I'm here." You whispered, rocking him gently after you pulled him into your chest.

The words kept repeating in his head, the entire crowd knew now. Everything hurt.

"I didn't know he was hurting!" Ethan sobbed. "I didn't want to find him."

You closed your eyes to stop the tears from falling and you continue to stroke his arm and head, trying to soothe him in any way you could. It happened two years ago but Ethan had never fully gotten over it. Nightmares plagued with the image of his dead friend's body, and days where Ethan would go into a deep state of mourning, not knowing where he went wrong.

"No one is going to judge you." You muttered lightly. "None of this is your fault."

"It was my fault, I didn't help him." Ethan cried into your neck.

"Ethan what happened to him was not your fault, none of this is your fault." You said sternly. "The crowd aren't going to say anything about you or your friend, not anything negative anyway."

"Now they all know," Ethan whispered

"Ethan, Jacob was an amazing guy. He was so funny and he was creative and handsome. What happened to him was tragic and we can't let that constantly hold you back. You are strong and you shouldn't have gone through that but you did and we can't change the past. Let's just look forward to the future ahead of us. Remember him for who he was, not how he ended." You said honestly. "Seeing you so beat up over him hurts me so much."

"I just wish it wasn't him," Ethan said quietly.

"I know, I know." You replied, rocking him softly. "But we need to move on because you are hurting over this and you can't even say his name without being upset.

"I think I need to talk to a professional," Ethan said softly.

"I think you should too." You agreed honestly. "But we can sort that out tonight after the shoot. You are going to go into the bathroom and take deep breaths and you are going to go back on that stage and get roasted by your true friends. Sound good?"

Ethan nodded and you smiled at him, helping him up and pushing him into the toilets.

Simon entered the hall soon after a frown evident on his face.

"Is he all right?" Simon asked.

"He will be." You stated back. 

"We've kicked Louis out. None of us knows how he found that out." Simon explained. "Thankfully, everyone in the audience is our friend so they know that Ethan can take a joke and that he doesn't want to talk about Jacob." 

"He's going to go see a therapist." You said. "He thinks it'll be good for him."

"That's good. That's good." Simon sighed almost relieved.

Ethan exited the toilets and sent Simon a small smile.

"You got this," Simon whispered.

Ethan nodded back at him, a small smile of thanks decorating his lips. The three of you walked back to the main area before you gave Ethan a quick kiss and returned to your seat. Everyone watched Ethan walk in, none of them knowing how to react. It was quickly replaced as Freezy started clapping for Ethan and soon everyone else joined in. The shoot quickly continued as normal, the roasts becoming funnier by the second. Ethan quickly went back to his happy mood, feeling a new sense of joy as his friends continued to joke and laugh.

[xsugarysweetsx]

Hi! I just realised u did a valentines day special and i missed my golden opportunity to ask for fluffy as heck fluff... 🤦🏻‍♀️ But if possible can you do some Valentine's date stuff with Shouto and Katsuki? ^^ Happy (super late) valentines! *Sends a chocolate gift * I hope you're doing well!

Yessss!!! I would love to write something for ya :). And thanks you for the chocolates ❤️❤️ I hope you enjoy!!

@seiiblue thank you for requesting!! And sorry it’s a little long!❤️❤️

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Shouto

“Shouto Todoroki?” Called putting the waiter. You and shouto stood from the waiting area and followed the man. It was Valentines Day and shouto decided to spoil you today. Did he like his father? No

Did his money come in handy? Maybe.....

Not only was it Valentines Day but it was also your one year anniversary.

You both met in your last year of junior high. You were the first person he had met that didn’t see him as himself and not “Endevor’s son”. And that was when your friendship bloomed. It was after summer break and the first day of UA did he notice how you also bloomed.

Of course you were pretty before but not he could barley look away from hen you came into sight. After the sports festival he asked you to join him for a small dinner date. Let’s just say by the end of the night he had a girlfriend, and a someone new to protect.

After sitting down in a more secluded area you spoke

“Awh Shouto you didn’t have to go through so much I feel bad..” sure the money had good advantages but you felt bad about so much money going towards you.

“Don’t feel bad. It’s our anniversary and I want us to celebrate” he said taking a hold of your hand. For the first few minutes you both had a good conversation over basic things. Internships and everyday slice of life events.

The food came and good lord was it great! You noticed he seemed a bit zoned out.

“Shouto are you okay?” You asked concerned about his mental and emotional state. He put his chopsticks down and said

“...you know Y/N, you’re eveyrhing to me..” he started “I used to shut everyone out even my own family. I will admit it was difficult to make any friends especially with my father as a hero, you were the first to see me as a person and not just who I was related to. Point it, I’m happy you’re in my life. I love you and thank you for....everything ” he gave you a soft rare smile. you were the only one who saw it most of the anyway.

“Awh Shouto, you know you do the same for me as well. Even with a good quirk like mine I always feel like I’m falling behind but you always motivate me and make me feel like I was as powerful as you. So thank you too I love you so much” suddenly you your surprise music starts to play. It was your song. Yes you both had a couple song.

You started to grin from ear to ear and lip sync to the music. You playfully narrow your eyes at him

“Well excuse me Mr.Romanic what are you planning?”

“Oh just something small, I’ve heard you’ve always wanted to slow dance so” he stood up and offered his hand to you “shall we?”

The only thing that came to mind was

He is beyond perfect

You take his hand and he moves a bit away from the table. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands found your hips. He pulls you closer as you both sway to the sound. You sigh and relax a bit letting your head fall in his chest. You rocked to the music and he began to speak once more

“Love, I promise that I’ll never hurt you, always support you and love you endlessly” the vibrations of his voice echoing in his chest “I will protect you from anything that wants to harm you” you look up to him with a raised eyebrow

“Babe, these sound like wedding vows I hope you know we’re still a little young for marriage”

“Well I know I want to marry you one day but for now I think this would be suitable for now?” He stopped you both and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small box and opened it.

On the inside the box said “I promise..to love you” with a beautiful delicate ring inside.

“I heard about promise rings and thought it would be something you liked” he said pulling it out “so I promise everything I told you and I promise to one day change this for an engagement ring” he took your hand and slid it on you finger.

He then brought it up to his lips and kissed your hand. At this point you just let the tears come out. You threw yourself into his arms and shared a love filled embrace. Only pulling away to share a passionate kiss

“I love you..” you smiled

“But I love you more”

Let’s just say that tonight was a whole lot busier after that ;)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Katsuki

Noting.

Nada

Zilch

Getting to school you expected at least something. But nope, nothing. You thought having a boyfriend would mean today would be extra special. But there you sat in class basically glaring at your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou.

You knew that he wasn’t exactly the PDA type but you still felt a little let down. At least some of your friends brought you a small something that made you smile. When the bell rang you decided to question him on the low. He waited for you outside as you both walk together to lunch

“Hey Katsuki, so hows today going?”

“Same as always i guess” he said stoically. You poured and continued with your interrogation.

“There’s a lot of gifts going around huh?” You try to push attention to his body language to see if you ca pick up on something

“Mmm” he just hummed one acknowledgedment

You got desperate and asked “so any plans for Valentines Day?” You aske with your hopes waaayy too high.

“Besides be in this damn school? Nothing really it’s just a stupid holiday we’re couples hook up ‘cause one bought the other chocolates, big fucking whoop”

You usually don’t break easy but soemththing about his statement cause a small twang in your heart.

“O-oh okay” you said quieter than usual “I-I gotta go I’ll see you later.” You rush off in the other direction.

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow since you usually were clingy (in a good way) with him. he usually got a kiss or hug goodbye.

He knew he messed up with you. You always act tough but he knew you were sensitive.

You sat on one of the benches in an area where not too many people came to sit. You let the tears roll down your cheeks. You felt frustrated. Both with him and yourself for being so upset. Why did you expect anything from him? It Bakugou for crying out loud!

But, you still loved him.

“Hey you alright?” A gentle voice called. You turn to see Midoriya.

“O-oh hey Midoriya, y-yeah I’m fine” you said in a low tone not trusting your voice from cracking. He sat beside you.

“I don’t mean to push or anything but I can tell your upset about something big. You wanna talk about it?”

You sniffed “w-well it just that, Katsuki thinks Valentine’s Day is stupid a-and I was kind of expecting even something small” you took a breather to relax “I know how he is b-but I love him Midoriya, I really do and I feel like maybe he doesn’t love me as m-much” and here come the tears again.

He wasn’t sure what to do so he stroked your back “Well did you try taking to him?” You nodded “oh...well maybe we need to get his attention” you look up at him ready to listen to his plan. He sent out a group message to your friends about it and they all agreed to help

Now usually he came up with some great ideas so you put faith into the system. You walked back into the cafeteria where you sat with the other girls. You were across from Bakugou enough for him to see and hear. Now all that was left was for it to begin

“Morning Y/N! Hey I got you a little something, happy V-Day” Kaminari have you a box of candy. This definitely got his attention quickly. His eye twitched at the idea of another guy giving you something today especially his classmates.

You thanked him and smiled.

And then he next person spoke “you look very put together today Y/N, your hair has a beautiful shine and looks healthy” this time it was Tokoyami who complimented you. Without even noticing his glare was now directly at your table.

The gifts started to pile from both the guys and girls. But what happens next is what really made him blow up.

“I hope you have a wonderful day” Todoroki handed you a beautifully opened rose.

“Alright that’s it” he abruptly stood from his chair. And stormed over to you and grabbed your wrist. He dragged you out of the room and to the elevator.

“Katsuki where are we going?” You asked a big angry

“You’ll see when we get there” the elevator stopped and he pulled you again into the hall. You noticed it was towards your dorm room. As you approached it he asked you to open it. You were a bit confused by his request but did it

When you turn in the lights you were blown away.

You room had rose petals on the bed, a huge teddy bear on it, two vases filled with your favorite flowers, balloons, and a shopping bag.

You didn’t know what to say you were speechless

“Listen, I know I was an ass before, but I had to keep this a secreg alright? I couldn’t stand seeing those damn extras all up on you like that” he said looking over to the side. You turn to him with tears in your eyes

“Hey, come on what’s with the tears” he asked thinking he did something wrong. He wiped them away and cupped your face in his large hands.

“I j-just thought you forgot about today and didn’t care. It’s stupid I know but I just...I just wanted to spend today which you because I love you” you sniffed. He let out a breath through nose and pulled you close to him

“I didn’t forget I just wanted it to be more social then everyone else. You know I love you” he kissed your crown and rested his forehead on yours

“Now come on I think you’ll want to open those gifts, we’ll be here a while” he smirked locking the door and drawing the blinds.

Oh boy will it be a long day ;)

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