#thanks sm for the ask!! i was a bit late responding but i had the idea to draw max's bday gift and i HAD to do that

[rashomonss]

Hello! I was wondering if you could pair Simeon with the dumbification prompt for the Valentines Treat event 🥰 thank you for taking the time to read! I love your stories btw <3

hello hello!! so sorry I’m getting to your request so late! I planned on getting the valentines requests in a lot sooner but i ended up getting into a car accident and this past week was absolutely insane haha but i’m good now

but that’s besides the point! ofc you can and thank you sm! I’m so glad you enjoy my work, i hope you enjoy this, i enjoyed writing it. tbh I always love writing for simeon he’s one of my favs haha. anyway love ya! (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

Warning: NSFW (read at your own discretion) / gender neutral

“my cute little slut”

“What was that my love?” Simeon said with a smile.

No coherent response came from your lips, just moans and mewls of his name. Babbles or things here could be heard there as he made you finish for the hundredth time tonight.

Continuous tears fell from your eyes and you tried to think just how you got into this situation. However it was a bit difficult to think when Simeon’s cock was filling every inch of you.

“Shh it’s okay, don’t even try to bother with thinking love, I’ll just fuck all those thoughts out of your pretty little head.” Simeon smiled.

Though his voice did not match his pace whatsoever.

It was rough and deep, he made sure to hit all of your favorite spots and he practically knew your body like the back of his hand.

“Look at you, aw what a precious little thing for me. You’re taking me so well MC” Simeon said softly in your ear as his fingers worked at pinching and massaging your nipples. You were getting close, he could feel it.

It wasn’t that hard to not notice the way you would clench around his cock each time you came. Though he loved that about you. Your pretty little hole belonged to no one but him.

And, no one but him could make you feel this way.

No one but him could take away all your worries and leave you a dumb fucking babbling mess on his cock.

That was a luxury he alone had, and boy did he love it.

You had come to visit him early in the afternoon at Purgatory Hall. Luke and Solomon went out to buy dinner so Simeon was alone for a while.

Because of this you figured he was the best to vent to about your current troubles.

He understood from the moment he saw you that something was wrong, and when you explained to him how your week just continued to get worse he listened intently and gave the best advice he could.

However he also explained that he would be there for you in any way he could…and of course one thing led to another and next thing you knew you were naked on his bed with your face down in the pillow and your ass in the air.

Simon started out slow and steady making sure to tease you just a bit. He’d bring you close to an orgasm then stop and continue at a slow pace again.

After a good amount of time it drove you absolutely insane to the point you began squirming and begging him to just fuck your brains out.

So, ask and you shall receive.

Simeon wasn’t gentle in the slightest after you spoke. He grabbed your hips and roughly pounded into you until he was satisfied. You came at least twice before he finally finished in you.

That didn’t stop him though. After that he flipped you around on your back to face him and teased you as he continued to pound into you, filling you with his cock.

“You’re taking all of my cock in your tight hole so well, only I can make you feel this good huh love?” Simeon said with a chuckle.

You didn’t respond as he continued talking, all that left your mouth was moans of his name and how it was too much. He in turn noticed and began to slow down with each thrust until you noticed.

“-C”

“MC”

“MC are you listening to me?” Simeon asked with a teasing smirk, his voice now finally reaching you. He had been talking to you for a bit but you never responded so he finally stopped causing you to squirm and beg for him to move again.

“’m listening I swear” you cried out.

“Really what did I say then?” He chucked. His dick throbbed inside of you and you tried to move your hips for any type of friction since he refused to grant you any, but it was no use, Simeon just pinned down your hips with a smile.

When you didn’t respond he laughed and pulled completely out of you.

A whine was about to leave your mouth again as you were getting prepared to beg, but his cock returned inside you in less than a minute causing a gasp to leave your mouth instead; your back arched and your hips buckled into him as you came just from how deep and harsh he entered.

“You’re just a dumb little slut for my cock aren’t you?”

His words had you tightening around his dick in an instant. Out of everyone in the Devildom you never expected an angle to say something that dirty to you. It shocked you but you loved every moment of it, he could tell.

“Uh huh” you cried as you gripped the sheets beneath you.

“Who’s the only one who can make you feel this good?” He said, followed by another hard thrust.

“You” you cried softly.

“I can’t hear you love”

“You- AH…!”

Before you could even string together a sentence he made you come again. Fresh tears left your eyes as he rode you through your orgasm straight into another one.

“Don’t stress with anything else for today my love, just let me fuck you till all you can think about is me and me alone” Simeon said as another orgasm ripped through your body.

You didn’t bother answering him, besides you couldn’t even really understand what he was saying. Your mind went blank as he continued fucking you and even going so far as to whisper a few praises and a few degrading comments with each thrust.

Orgasm after orgasm he had you remember just who’s cock you were coming on.

After all his name should be the only thing you remember in that fucked out little head of yours.

[agi-ppangx]

HI MERIN OMG this is your resident merin fan (user dicespam) <3 and i want to be your helping hand by requesting skz’s (if it’s too much you can just do chan & any members you want!) reaction to you sleeping while hugging their skzoo ,, i think it’s such a cute concept omg ☹️ thank u sm !! i hope you’re taking enough rests and drink some water mwah

💭skz reacting to you sleeping with their skzoo

pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

an: HII, thank you so much for this idea !! i've never done something in this format, but i had lots of fun while writing this, so i hope you'll like this ^^ i tried my best to make it as diverse as i could, but tbh i think all of them would literally go feral if they saw their s/o cuddling their skzoo while sleeping >< anyway, i hope you enjoy !! take care, sending you lots of love<3

chan

chan had a terrible day. he felt as if he lost control over everything - his computer crashed at least three times, he almost lost a few weeks of work and he was asked to stay longer at the company. when he finally came back home, he felt so worn out that the only thing he wanted to do was cuddle you and relax in your arms. he called your name a few times, hoping that you'd be awake, but you didn't respond, already fast asleep in your bed. he sighed and carried on with his night routine. when he finally stepped out of the bathroom and went to your bedroom he stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw you. you were curled up on chan's pillow, your hair was all over your face and you were tightly hugging wolfchan. chan quietly tiptoed to the bed, admiring your sleeping figure and he felt like his heart was about to explode from all the love he had for you. it was such a simple, mundane thing for you to do to cuddle a plushie, but something about you doing it with his skzoo made him the happiest. he gently laid down next to you and hugged both you and wolfchan, kissing your forehead and feeling his stress instantly go away.

minho

the dance practice took longer than they thought it would and that's why minho texted you that he would be home late and you didn't have to wait for him. he came home around 1 am, completely exhausted and sore from the practice. he gently placed his bags and shoes in the hallway, trying not to make any noise, when he noticed that light in your living room was still on. he sighed loudly, knowing what it means and he made his way to the couch where he saw you, sleeping soundly under a thin blanket. he felt bad, he told you not to wait for him and he was ready to wake you up so you could go to bed. but he stopped when he noticed leebit squished between the couch and your cheek. he chuckled at that, the sight so adorable to him that he couldn't resist - he took the phone out of his pocket and started taking photos of you and his skzoo, smiling to himself. then he gently picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, letting you sleep. you hold leebit tightly pressed to your chest even in your sleep and when minho placed you on the bed, he had to take one more picture of you. needless to say one of those photos of you and leebit became his new wallpaper for another few weeks at least.

changbin

the boys were currently on tour, having concert after concert, so changbin's time for you was limited to the absolute minimum. to compensate you for this he came up with an idea that you would go with them for a few concerts so he would be able to spend a little bit more time with you. you complied, happy that you two would be together at least at nights. one day after a show, changbin came to your hotel room pumped with adrenaline and covered in sweat. he hoped you wouldn't be sleeping so he would talk to you and recall highlights of the night, so when he saw you already asleep with your back facing the door he let out a faint, disappointed sigh. then he proceeded to take a quick shower to join you, the adrenaline leaving his body and exhaustion taking the lead. he lazily made his way to bed and before going to sleep he leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek. that's when he saw something pink peeking out from under the sheets. he leaned a bit more and noticed that this whole time you were cuddling dwaekki. he smiled at the sight, suddenly feeling this huge, overwhelming wave of love towards you. he pressed his chest to your back and hugged you, placing a peck to your temple and falling asleep with the widest grin.

hyunjin

when you texted hyunjin you needed him with you, he quietly made his way out of the studio and called you to ask what's wrong. you explained to him that you just didn't feel good mentally and came home earlier to rest. you also mentioned that you missed him and wished he was with you. hyunjin apologised, his voice filled with guilt, but you were quick to reassure him that you would be fine and that you would see each other in the evening anyway. he nodded and promised to be home as soon as he could and ended the call with a hushed i love you. when he finally came back home, he called your name softly, but when he was met with a silence, he started searching you in your apartment. he finally found you in your bedroom, napping in hyunjin's hoodie and holding jiniret tightly in your arms. hyunjin swore that he melted right then and there at the sight of you cuddling his skzoo. when he approached you, he noticed some dried tears on your cheeks and it made him kind of upset, but then he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and patted jiniret's head, whispering a faint "thank you for taking care of them buddy."

jisung

jisung was caught up with work, deadlines getting closer and closer and with that in mind he couldn't really leave the studio. one day he suggested you could go to the studio with him and keep him company. you agreed, always eager to watch your boyfriend at work. you were now sitting with him in front of the desk, dim led lights in the background setting a mood. jisung was humming a new song he was working on, trying to come up with some catchy lyrics. you started to feel a little tired, since it was getting pretty late. you whispered to him that you were going to lay down on a couch for a bit and he only nodded, too absorbed into work. after some time he finally snapped from his trance, looking around the room. “hey baby, where’s han quo-” he started but as soon as he turned around to face the couch he shut up and slapped his hand on his mouth in order not to scream, because you were lying there with han quokka, cuddling it and snoring softly. you must’ve taken the plushie from the desk when he was composing and he simply missed that moment. he quickly took off his hoodie and covered you with it so you wouldn’t be cold and went back to work, though he couldn’t really focus anymore, his mind occupied with thoughts of you instead.

felix

you called felix around noon, your voice hoarse, and told him you didn’t feel well. you asked him to buy you some medicine on his way back from the studio. of course, he agreed and even offered to come home early, already worried, but you knew chan wouldn’t like it so you just told him that you’ll be okay and you’re just gonna lay in bed and rest. felix made a list of stuff to get on his way home and went back to work. when he finally came back, he immediately went to your bedroom, his hands full of medicine and some food from the restaurant near your apartment. “hi sweetie, i got you some good stuff,” he whispered, opening the door and making his way to the bed, only then noticing you were fast asleep. he placed everything on the bedside table and approached you. he gently placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature and then he finally noticed bbokari’s yellow head carefully tucked next to you. he cooed loudly at the sight, which made you stir in your sleep a bit, but felix quickly proceeded to stroke your head for you to calm down. when you stopped moving, he started grinning, feeling like the luckiest man alive by having you. 

seungmin

“minnie, c’mon, come to bed, it’s not the same without you,” you mumbled sleepily, coming out of the bedroom. seungmin was sitting in front of the tv, watching a baseball game, and he didn’t even look in your direction, too invested in the game. you huffed loudly and gave him a faint “fine, stay here all night if you want,” but you weren’t even sure if he caught that. it’s not like you were seriously mad at him, but you were kind of disappointed since it was one of the only evenings when seungmin was home and he decided to completely ignore you. it hurt, but you still wanted to be close to him somehow, so you decided to take puppym and go to sleep without seungmin. an hour later, when the game was done, he finally made his way to the bed and it confused him a bit when he saw you cuddling his skzoo in your sleep, but he would lie if he said it didn’t make his heart beat a little faster. something about you hugging puppym was making him weak on his knees, but it’s something he wouldn’t ever admit out loud. though he was happy seeing you like this he decided it’s not right and when he laid down next to you he took puppym from your arms and threw it away on the carpet. “i’m their boyfriend, not you, you little thief,” he muttered to the plushie and cuddled you tightly, falling asleep with a soft smile on his face.

jeongin

you decided to visit your boyfriend at his dorm, wanting to spend some time with him before he would go on tour with the boys. you sat with them, chatting and joking around, watching them play games in the living room. unfortunately, you started to feel a bit sleepy after some time. jeongin noticed you were yawning more and more often and soon he offered you that you could go and take a nap in his room. you complied and he went with you to give you one of his hoodies, because you always said that they’re just so comfy. you laid down and jeongin left the room to join the boys. you snuggled into his sheets and noticed that foxi.ny was sitting on the bedside table. without thinking about it you took him and soon fell asleep. some time later jeongin decided to check up on you since you were sleeping for quite a while now. when he entered the room he was met with the most adorable sight - you, curled up on his bed, in his hoodie, hugging his skzoo. he giggled to himself, somehow feeling so loved in that moment. he slightly opened the door and told the boys they can carry on with the game without him and then he joined you on the bed, admiring your sleeping figure and smiling widely to himself, feeling as if his heart was finally full.

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[keiwook]

NOT SAYING ‘ILY’ BACK TO ZB1

pairing zb1 (ot8) x gn!reader

genre fluff

notes hiiii, thank you sm for liking my works <3 i hope you enjoy !

also going back to bulletpoints, scenarios are so hard to do ☹️☹️

masterlist<3

— zhang hao

he doesn’t realise

he subconscious mind is telling him that you DID respond to his ‘ily’ but you didn’t !

as hao got under the covers, getting comfy

he turned to you and told you he loved you

and instantly fell asleep 😭

you nudge him a bit and he’s startled back awake

“huh? what happened?”

grinning as you found his demeanour a bit funny “i didn’t get to say i love you too.”

knitting his eyebrows together, he responds “yes you did.”

and goes back to sleep 😀

“you told me already, go to sleep.”

— sung hanbin

thought he lost his hearing for a sec

soooo worried

so when he told you he loved you and you just left him there

he instantly comes up to you, grabbing your hands to hold them

hanbin presses a soft kiss to your forehead 🫠

“i love you.” he says with a grin, feeling hopeful this time

but you just stared blankly at him trying your best not to burst into laughter

he frowns and gives you more kisses everywhere on your face until you almost suffocate 🫣

giggling because he was so cute “i love you too”

with a proud smile and a sense of relief “mission accomplished.”

— seok matthew

will not let you go until you say it back

doesn’t matter if he’s gonna be late 😗

he won’t go out without an ‘ilyt’

will annoy the heck out of you until you say it

if that doesn’t faze you

then he starts tickling you and you’re on the floor, suffering

“okay, okay! i’m sorry!”

“uhuh and?” 🤨

“i love you too” you manage to let out as he stops tickling you

“if hanbin scolds me for being late, i’m blaming it on you!”

— shen ricky

at first he thinks he did something

but then hes trying to retrace his steps on everything he did

but he didn’t do anything

so he stops you ✋

“hello? where’s my ‘i love you too?’”

you try to run away from him but he literally tackles you

well, not really but you’re now in a very tight embrace

pls you were almost suffocating from how tight he was hugging you 😃

wanting him to let go, you finally said ilyt

“see, that wasn’t hard at all!”

— park gunwook

so pouty

he looks so sad that it breaks your heart 💔

he might shed a tear

TRIES to give you the silent treatment

but fails everytime

cuz he wants to talk to you every chance he gets

“wook, i’m sorry for earlie-” gunwook cuts you off by shushing you

very obvious pout while crossing his arms

“come on, i’m really sorry. you know i love you.” and his eyes light up ❤️‍🩹

“really? i love you too!”

— kim taerae

real confused

you actually didn’t do this on purpose

so when taerae was quietly following you around

like a lost puppy

yeah, he was following you around for a good 20 minutes without saying anything 😭

you had to ask him what’s wrong

“you didn’t say i love you back”

your mouth forms into an o shape upon realisation 😯

and then you tell him that you love him and he’s finally going back to do his own stuff

“okay, thank you!”

— kim gyuvin

shocked.

how dare you not say ‘ily’ back ‼️

unlike gunwook, he actually gives you the silent treatment

but you just treat him like normal and he gets annoyed that you’re sooo unfazed

gives up on the silent treatment and sits next to you

letting out a big huff while crossing his arms 😤

you think it’s kinda funny seeing gyuvin like this

and you kinda feel bad for doing him like this so you apologise and say you love him

“yeah, you better.”

— kim jiwoong

if it happens once, he won’t think of it that much

twice? he’d think you just didn’t realise

thrice? okay, that’s it 😤

“i love you.” jiwoong says, waiting for your ‘ilyt’

only for you to hum in response and leave him there

goes up to you and grabs your hands “did i do something?”

you weren’t gonna back down from your ‘little’ prank so easily

so you pretended to not know what he’s talking about 🤔

“you haven’t been answering my i love you’s. did i do something?” he repeated

you couldn’t help to laugh, breaking the serious tension in the air “took you long enough.”

“that wasn’t funny!” “neither are your jokes.”

© keiwook | 2023

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[lieutenantfloyd]

So I know it’s just a joke….but I’m kinda living for the Alonso/Taylor thing that’s happening right now. How hilarious would it be for Taylor(YN) to lean into it??? We know that Lewis is kinda a Swiftie or a least would run in similar circles; she reaches out and is like can I send flowers to congratulate him for P3 in Aus, since they’re “dating” just as an unhinged joke. And then it turns into Alonso jokingly inviting her to a race (we know he’s been on a SM run lately) and it just turns from a joke into a not joke. And Fans have no clue when that is b/c they still think it’s just a bit😂

⁑ So It Goes — Fernando Alonso ⁑

Celebrity AU (social media AU + oneshot)

Pairing: Fernando Alonso x famous!reader (Taylor Swift face claim)

Summary: A pop singer's world tour, a month-long break in the f1 season, and two fanbase's engaging in some harmless trolling lead to one of the most unexpected meet-cutes the internet has ever seen.

notes: i don’t know what’s been wilder; watching F1 fans breach containment in real time or getting the notification for this ask while thinking about this exact concept. Either way, thank you anon for this ask! Please enjoy the most unhinged thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of creating.

popgossip's story

Of all the things to be trending for today, this was by far the strangest. In your line of work, rumors spread like wildfire. However: Rumors, especially of the dating variety, were typically between yourself and someone who you were photographed or with who mentioned you in an interview. Being rumored to date a man who you barely even knew existed? Well that was new. Luckily, after being in the same social circles for years, you were able to call a rival driver of your alleged BF one of your closest friends.

Two days after your conversation with Lewis, you sat at your dining room table filing out the card. Writing a short message filled with congratulations and well wishes before signing your initials and setting the card aside. Before your judgement got the best of you, you opened the card again and scrawl your phone number in small letters across the bottom. You knew the chances of him contacting you personally were slim to none, but you wanted to extend the invitation.

Fernandoalo_oficial's story

Tonight was yet another performance in yet another city. Your driver dropped you off at your hotel and you made your way up to your suite. Still buzzing from the energy of a stadium full of fans, you weren't particularly sleepy but your body was exhausted. Somehow you willed yourself to take a quick shower before collapsing into bed. Wet hair and all. You pulled out your phone and clicked on the messaging app. Selecting the all messages tab, you began responding to the slew of messages congratulating you on another stellar performance. After 20 or so threads, you made it to the messages you had received earlier in your very busy week. Humming softly, you opened another one and automatically clicked on the keyboard before glancing back up towards the top of the screen.

It was kind and simple, but you couldn't help but smile as your eyes scanned over his words. Because most nights you were either traveling or performing, the outlandish rumor only made its way into your mind when you checked your mentions and saw that you were still being tagged in a fair share of related memes. You paused and mulled over your response. Typing and deleting over and over until you sent back a similar pleasantry to his. Closing the app, you locked your phone and let it drop down onto the bed beside you. Even if your conversation stayed like this, you were still a bit excited to get a response from him. You didn't know where Fernando currently was in the world, but you could only assume you were in different timezones.

As the next weeks came and went, your correspondence with Fernando had shifted from mostly uninvolved to warm and friendly. You learned that not only did you both find your situation absolutely hilarious, but you had a surprising amount of commonality. Including your sense of humor and a shared love of cats.

You and him had began to talk more and more. In between tour rehearsals one day, Fernando messaged you inviting you to the next race. You thanked him before joking about people's reaction if you were able to attend. Making a mental note to inquire about your schedule with your team.

Aside from the low drone coming from the drivers walkie talkie, the car was silent. Leaning your head against the window, you watched the clouds pass by from behind your tinted sunglasses. It not only a warm and sunny Sunday, but it was a rare day off for you. Soon, the car had slowed to a stop. Only moments later the door opened. Revealing your smiling agent, standing next to what you assumed was some kind of F1 press officer. You let the pair lead you towards the Aston Martin garage, followed distantly by your usual security guards. Stopping on occasional to take a selfie with your adoring fans. The further you walked, the more you felt the countless eyes on you. The one aspect of fame you could never quite accept: the near constant stares. Thankfully, as you entered the emerald green marked garage, you felt the stares fall away. Celebrities were no oddity in these areas.

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forsainz4: THE RUMORS ??? ARE TRUE???

After the Grand Prix and a celebratory dinner with your new 2nd favorite driver, you once again set off to finish your tour. Despite almost always being on opposite sides of the world, you and Fernando never lost contact. In fact, you grew closer and closer. Your fanbase’s both catching on to your unusual friendship. By the time your tour was over, it was time to start writing and recording your next album. An album which, whether directly or indirectly, Fernando had plenty of influence on. Always busy, and endlessly tiring. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world, you both concurred dramatically over facetime. Late one night for him, mid day for you. It was on another one of those facetime calls that you finally spoke the thoughts that were beginning to weight heavy on both of your chests. An unspoken comradere, among many other things, had formed between you. It wasn’t long before you were mapping out what little spare time you had so you could spend it together in person. Neither one of you wanted to force anything, instead just letting whatever felt right to happen. Following the surprise release of your now completed album, you joined Fernando for a much needed period of rest and relaxation. And maybe it was the sun, the sand, or the fact you were a little wine drunk, but you were in the mood to cause a bit of drama.

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[pupuyvs]

03

(half written)

A/N italics will be the girls thoughts its just easier that way :)

Sohyun sighed as she looked at her phone, ignoring the messages sent from her friends and sister. The girls were five minutes late.

The director had asked for everyone to meet at a restaurant near the film site so they can discuss what will be expected from today’s session. While everyone had made it on time, they were still waiting for the idols, which only made Sohyun’s disdain for the industry feel more right.

Looking at her phone she felt her mood drop even more, seven minutes now. Before she can complain to her manager she hears the door to the private room open.

Two women walk in, one who she can only assume is the manager and the other, the idol.

The idol scans the room and freezes when she makes eye contact with the actress. Sohyun offers her a polite smile, the girl in return looks at her phone, types something and then puts it back in her pocket.

“This is Karina,” the idol’s manager tells the actress and her manager.

Both Sohyun and her manager stand to greet them, “This is Sohyun,” her manager tells them back.

The two girls slightly bow at each other before taking their seats.

I thought there was more of them.

“I thought she was filming for a group,” her manager asks for her, clearly also confused.

Before the director responds, Karina’s manager answers, “Karina is apart of a group, but SM likes to do solo teasers for each member. The other girls will be joining us shortly, but for today Karina will be the only one filming.”

Both nodding, Sohyun’s manager begins to eat while Sohyun turns her gaze to Karina…who is staring at her. Hard.

Sohyun can guess by the way Karina’s eyes widen and she begins to look everywhere but her that she wasn’t expecting her to catch her staring. And truthfully Sohyun would’ve been annoyed and weirded out if she didn’t find Karina so pretty.

The door opens again this time with three new girls, who Sohyun guesses are the rest of the group.

Once they are seated the director claps her hands to get everyone’s attention. “First off, I’d like to thank everyone for coming here, I know usually we don’t meet elsewhere however the staff needed a bit more time to set everything up. As everyone knows today we will be shooting Karina’s teaser. The theme of the teaser will be friendship.”

The director then begins to explain the storyline, “Our character Eunbin, played by Sohyun, and Karina are models. One day Karina kills a top director, and Eunbin finds her. The two run away but in the end are caught which leads to Eunbin giving herself up for Karina. Which will lead in to Karina getting revenge in the music video.”

The director nods when she sees the impressed looks on everyone’s face, but the only thought running through both girls mind is: this shit gay as hell.

Karina contemplates selling her soul to this director as a thank you, because she was right this storyline is gay as hell and truthfully she couldn’t be happier.

Here she is, her face being held by Sohyun, who’s of course in character but Karina isn’t paying that any mind.

She feels the fake blood from Sohyun’s hands coat her face as tears fall down Sohyun’s own.

Wow…she’s a really great actress.

Karina raises her hand and grabs onto her wrist, the fake blood on her own leave fingerprints. She feels Sohyun wipe the fake tears falling from her eyes and has to remind herself again this is just acting.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Sohyun says to her, “Me and you…we’ll run away, alright?”

Karina shakes her head. “What if they figure out it was me, what if they take me, Eunbin…we can’t just runaway from this.” Her character begins to sob now, which causes Sohyun to pull her into her chest.

Karina allows herself to close her eyes and revel in the girls warmth. She feels the vibrations in the girl chest from her speaking.

“They won’t get us if we go now,” Sohyun pulls the girl away from her chest so she can look at her…just to see that her eyes are closed. She tries not to furrow her eyebrows since the director hasn’t called cut but she can’t help but wonder what the hell the idol is doing.

Karina opens her eyes slowly, “They won’t?”

“No,” Sohyun rubs her cheek gently and Karina prays the blush only goes to her ears, “They won’t.”

Karina nods before she raises her hand to the girl’s wrist again and moves it from her face so she can intertwine their hands.

“Let’s do it then. Me and you.”

“And..cut! That’s a wrap for today, that was wonderful everyone, please give a round of applause for the girls.”

The girls hear everyone applaud as they stand up, Sohyun immediately putting distance between them, much to Karina’s disappointment.

The director heads towards them, “That was wonderful girls, we got every scene we needed. Sohyun it was a pleasure working with you and I hope someday we can again. Karina I will be seeing you soon for the music video.”

Both girls bowed as she left them, Sohyun following closely behind so she can go get cleaned off and changed. Karina opting to follow her with her eyes.

“You are so gay.”

Karina jumped and turned to see her members, all of which are laughing at what Aeri said.

“Whatever,” she responds with as she starts heading to her own dressing room to get cleaned.

“No seriously,” Minjeong says while following her, “You weren’t even hiding it, like why were your eyes closed?”

The girls start to laugh again as they enter her dressing room. “She was warm and we been working all day what do you expect?”

Minjeong simply shakes her head in response, quickly muttering “gay people” under her breath, before taking a seat next to Ningning and immediately intertwining their hands.

A comfortable silence falls over the girls as each begin to do their own thing. It only breaks when Ningning decides to ask a question.

“So..are you gonna ask for her number?”

This causes Karina to stop wiping herself with the washcloth that was placed in her dressing room for her.

“Her number?…” See while Karina is an idol, which of course requires having a lot of confidence, she was also a lesbian. Which means asking for a girl’s number, especially one you find attractive, is the equivalent to being in a Saw trap.

She looks at the members who are all staring at her expectingly.

“I don’t know guys..don’t you think it’s too sudden?”

This causes Aeri to groan, “Girl, it’s her number not marriage. If you’re so scared we’ll go with you.”

To everyone else in the world that would seem like a stupid idea, after all four people showing up to ask for one person’s number just doesn’t seem right. But to Karina? Right now that sounded perfect.

“Alright, let me finish cleaning the rest of blood off first and then we could go.”

Karina now sees why coming as a group was a dumb idea. As she and her members stand in front of Sohyun, who looks thoroughly confused, she can hear them silently laughing due to the fact she’s just been standing there silently for the past couple of minutes.

“Do you..perhaps need something,” Sohyun asks with an eyebrow raised.

“Uhh..”

Come on Karina just say can I get your number its not that hard.

“Number, get?”

This causes Ningning and Minjeong to burst out laughing, Aeri doing a better job at hiding it.

“Huh?”

Karina feels the blush rushing to her face as she clears her throat to try again, “CanIgetyournumber?”

Oh god.

Maybe Karina is meant to die alone.

“Sure.”

Maybe not!

Clearly the members are just as surprised as they all look shocked when Sohyun holds her hand out so she can receive Karina’s phone…which is still in her back pocket.

Karina pulls it out quickly, almost dropping it in the process, before handing it to the girl. She’s sure she must resemble a chihuahua with how hard she is shaking.

Sohyun offers her a kind smile when handing her phone back.

“Now if you’ll excuse me my manager is waiting for me. It was nice to meet all of you.”

Karina, still shaking, just nods and moves out her way. The rest of the girls kindly bid her goodbye, once Sohyun is out of her sight Karina looks down at the new contact and shouts in excitement.

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taglist: @thefckghost

[luffyvace]

Hello first of all- Omg my new fav author I LOVE UR WRITING SM LIKE ???? APBDISBRQKOZ

I found your blog form the author!Reader the anon who ask haz a creative mind I loved the 2 post sm I already got addicted to it I hope u Dont mind me requesting sm form it

Imagine Kusuo getting a notification (he seems like the one has his phone on dnd but has his notification open for his s/o in all media) of her post sm in one of there public social platform saying "I'm turning into my emo phase if this writer block doesn't move on form me " and when checking her private acc (the it's only access for him and her older friend) she is all memes about her writer block and her saying "if I stop writing I give all my books and series to you my friend" just her and overreacting to her block writer

Hiii!! THANK YOU CUTIE!! It always makes me so happy to hear I can share my hobbies with others <3 ahhh I see! Of course I don’t mind dear :)

ohh so if I’m getting this right it’s Saiki finding readers second blog (in which she mostly posts unserious stuff about her writers block) I believe I get what ya mean :}

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Lol if feel like almost every writer has they’re side blogs or blog where they not a writer they just read other’s stuff

and to me this blog seems like a kinda funny vent blog where reader can just complain about her writers block whenever she has it

LOL imagine going inactive on that acc for weeks and saiki’s wondering if you forgot about it or forgot the password but you just simply have had a lot of motivation lately

then all the sudden you come back and your rebloging all types of relatable author memes and making posts about how ‘your going emo because you have writers block’

honestly it’s kinda ironic to him

he likes your posts on both accounts to support even when your do have writers block

cuz who’s likes a guy who ups and leaves when you don’t have motivation?

the first time you threatened to give your books away he knew you were joking but at the same time he was like ‘wait don’t give all your books away they can’t write it as well as you can 😀’

’kusuo I’m joking’

🧍

‘me too I knew that’

(“Thank goodness..her books were the only thing keeping me sane from those nuisances..”)

- In Saiki’s head

he doesn’t get all the writer memes bc he’s not an author, obviously he’s not stupid so he does find some funny

i feel he doesn’t post on social media but if a post of yours does particularly good he’ll repost it

i think I touched up on him being supportive before but yeah I’m gonna say it it again bc it truly is an honorable mention

‘(Name/pen name) has posted!’

- notification

👆💥📲

- Saiki

the emoji combo was terrible but basically that’s him about to break his screen from how hard he clicked

he’s always the first one on your posts and interacts every way possible

except comments..

which sucks cuz it boosts it a lot but he just doesn’t interact online 😭

if it’s a social media where you can see who liked, aiura and torisuka always tease Saiki for being the first like every time

“Dang your a real simp huh? Your the first like on her every post!”

- Aiura

”MAN! You don’t miss a beat do ya Saiki? I can never beat you to it 😭”

- Toritsuka

“wow..you beat me once again. The second the notification pops up you’ve already liked, reblogged and shared before I can even click on it. That’s impressive I must say, but it’s also quite annoying because I would like to be the first one to support (name) one day. In fact you do everything first! You get the books before they publish! You like all her posts first! Satire or not too!- yadda yadda yadda..”

- Akechi

“you don’t even respond to me that fast! Sometimes you leave me on read or delivered for 2 days before you answer me”

- Kaido

Saiki also sees that your friend likes your second acc too

which he would figure since you two are close

ehehe..a bit short dearest but I hope it brings you joy regardless~ 😅💞

I have much to get out..need to be more active..

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

omg hi babe it's been so fucking long im not even sure if you remember me but how are you love omg 💗

i had like the worst fucking day ever and lately my mental health has been so fucking horrible and i just wanted to see if you could write a cute little fic ab reader having a horrible day and accidentally snapping at peter quill abt it and feeling annoyed by him a bit. you can write it whenever you want mwah 🫶🫶

but how are you doing omg ive been keeping up w u and your drabbles are so fucking cute omg 😭💗💗

ily mwah

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hii!! AAAH!! ofc I remember you, ive missed you omg!! im really sorry you’ve been having a hard time bby, I hope this can be of some comfort to you. I got a little carried away as I love comfort fics sm and must admit I kinda needed it too😭 but im doing good, hope things are going well for you too (or as well as they can) you’re so sweet thank you😩 ily angel💗 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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got your back

peter quill x fem!reader

word count: 807

warnings: little angsty? reader snaps at quill and mentions of reader being insecure in the relationship. fluffy ending

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Peter has many admirable qualities, his most endearing being his deep-rooted ability to empathise. You adored how he cares so deeply about others, especially the ones he loves most. It was one of the things that drew you to him the most. 

Lately, you have been having a rough time, so to speak, and things weren't going in your favour. Your boyfriend, Peter, was aware and did everything he could for you to feel better, even if it was only for a little while.

Every day was different. Some days were easier, others, not so much, and it just so happened that today was one of the more difficult days. It was the kind of day where everything went wrong. The day where your clothes get caught in every door handle, the kind where you drop everything you hold. The sort of day that leaves you with an empty pit in your stomach when you finally catch a minute alone. 

Peter was always so kind and patient with you that it often made you question what you did to deserve him. For you, he's loving and caring, sweet and funny, the perfect combination of all the best traits a person could have. 

You felt overwhelmed with many things and the self-doubt that Peter would find someone better than you weighed heavy on your mind. You were in your bedroom alone, door closed, curtains shut with your head in your palms. 

A soft knock on your door interrupts you from your thoughts. "Hey, honey? Everything okay?" Peter asks through the door, his tone full of warmth.

"Yeah," you reply shortly, burying your face in your arms.

"Are you sure? You can talk to me," he says. "I'm right here."

"Yes, I'm sure," you respond with more bite, growing frustrated.

"Okay, I'm here if you need me," he adds, speaking just as sweetly as before despite your harsh tone.

"I'm fine, just go away!" you snap, throwing a pillow at the door. "Fuck off, just leave me alone."

You didn't have to see his face to know how much your words had hurt him. You regret the sentence as soon as they slipped past your lips, but it was too late. You said them, and they can’t be unsaid. 

"Okay," he whispers, tapping on the door as a farewell.

It felt like it had all just got a whole lot worse, and you just tarnished the one thing that made it easier to cope. The guilt was eating you up, and all you wanted to do was apologise. But you told him to leave, so why would he still be here?

You pace your room for a few minutes, gathering your words for an apology while momentarily cursing yourself out. You were scrounging for ways to make it up to him and patch over the mess you made.

With a small pep talk and a final nod, you open your door and see Peter sitting on the floor beside the door, leaning against the wall with crossed legs.

"Hi," you smile weakly.

"Hey," he smiles, an airy tone to his voice, speaking like he finally got his breath back. "I'm sorry— I shouldn't have pushed you. I know how you get. It’s the last thing I wanted—" he anxiously gushes, talking like he had practiced it. 

You interrupt, shaking your head. "No, please don't do that. You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s all my fault— I'm so sorry. I should have never spoken to you like that. It all got too much, and I couldn't— I'm just really sorry," you profess, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. 

"I know, honey," he replies, nodding understandingly. 

"You're too good to me," you whisper, avoiding his green gaze. "I'm just not used to it."

"I'm still here, baby and I ain't gonna leave you," he says, looking up at you with sweet doeful eyes. "I'm not leaving you like the others." 

He extends an arm, his hand reaching for yours as he guides you closer, gently tugging you downwards. He nods at his lap, so you straddle his crossed legs, pressing your chest to his, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him tighter. His big, warm arms encase you and his hand brushes comforting strokes down your back, as his other clutches the back of your head, holding you like he's protecting you. 

You bury your face further into the crook of his neck, silently weeping and embracing him tighter. "I love you," you mumble against his skin, playing with the curls behind his ears. 

"I love you," he smiles, pulling back to look at you. He wipes under your eyes, softly brushing away your residual tears. He kisses the damp patch of skin beside your nose, looking at you with nothing but admiration. "... so much."

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quill taglist: @annielr @spacetalbot @bubblezuku @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho @selfryed @traiitorjoe

[0kayblue]

Hiiiii! I'm typically a v happy n upbeat person but lately I've just been not feeling like myself. I'm always trying to make people laugh and it's always made me so happy when ppl even express that I light up a room :')) But I guess I feel like I haven't been that light for a bit, and I've just been in my head and I just feel like I've been burdening people or maybe I talk too much and it's just been making me really sad. And I feel bad for venting to people so I've just been handling everything on my own aaaaa. I was wondering if you could create an angst to fluff scenario with leon given the information I gave if possible :')? Happy ending ofcofc!! And if you are to write this ask, if you could include some kind of climax where the reader is breaking down (bc I'm a very emotional person n I'm v sensitive n cry super easily) Pls don't be shy to make it as long as you'd like! I love your work sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 and I hope you're doing well!

Light 

You are working on getting everything settled to move in with Leon when your parents pop by short notice things start to head south. They always had a knack for making things go from bad to worse.

Main Character Relations: Leon Kennedy x reader (romantic) 

Word Count: 3k (a little over)

Angst with comfort, borderline abusive behavior, complicated family relations, panic attack, happy ending 

A/N: Hey, anon! I hope you are doing better these days. Just know that you are loved and cared for. I appreciate you and I hope that whatever you are going through leaves you stronger than you were before. If you ever want to just vent, do not hesitate to message me. I may not be able to respond right away (or if you even want me too) or at all, but if you need to get it out. Get it out.  Please be easy on yourself and reach out to those you trust or authorities if it gets too bad. 

With that being said I thank you for your request and I hope that this suffices. I don’t think this is the best thing I've ever written, but it has its moments. Enjoy! 

You sat in the bathroom on the verge of tears with your face in your hands. Your tailbone starts to ache from sitting on the side of the tub, the harsh unforgiving acrylic leaving you with no support. You sniffed before finally standing up and moving in front of the mirror. Staring blankly at your reflection. 

Don’t. Cry. 

You scolded yourself as you looked in the mirror, your eyes slightly red and puffy. 

Stay. Strong. 

Taking a deep shaky breath you flushed the toilet before turning on the sink. Trying your best to pull it together as you splash some cool water on your face. 

You’re fine. You’re always fine. Now go back out there and be what you need to be. 

Your thoughts are harsh and cruel towards yourself as you turn off the faucet and dry your hands before you press on your cheeks, trying to wipe off the excess drops of water. This little worm of self doubt wiggling its way in your ear before you take a deep shaky breath. Plastering on a smile you leave the bathroom. 

You stop for a short moment before entering the living room, biting your inner lip, fixing your smile to something that felt more natural, and walking back to your former spot. Your ears perk as you pay attention, trying to place the room's conversation before sitting back down on your spot on the couch. 

“So, what do you do for work, Leon?” Your mom asks your boyfriend, a coldness to her words. 

“Sorry.” You murmur under your breath, “I told you, he’s head of security.” 

“I know what you’ve said,” your mother glared at you and you try not to wince under her gaze like you did as a child, “I just want him to explain it to me is all.” 

“What is there to explain exactly?” You're defensive, you're on edge, and Leon can more than just see it. His hand finds your thigh and his thumb ghosts over the denim fabric of your jeans. 

“There really isn’t much to explain.” He laughed trying to break the tension up, “I handle security for a warehouse up state. Make sure guards are properly trained, know how to deescalate a situation, stuff like that.”

“Interesting. How’d you fall into a job like that?” Your dad asks and Leon directs his attention back to your father.

Leon meeting your parents wasn’t your brilliant idea. You actually didn’t want him anywhere near them for a multitude of reasons, but your sibling let it slip to your mother that you were moving and it just snowballed from there. Your mother immediately jumped on your case and your father refused to look you in the eyes once he found out a romantic interest was involved. 

Of course none of this helped your current anxious state. The last few days have been more than just rough on you mentally and physically. With Leon being gone, packing, work, and your antidepressants losing their sparkle, you were in bad shape. 

“It just happened, I guess. The police academy didn’t want me and I had to go somewhere.” Leon laughed as he lied. He barely got through the front door before you were shoving a false backstory down his throat. It confused him and this wasn’t how he wanted to do this. He wanted to be honest and direct with your family about his life because someday he wanted to make your family his family. Things were more than just off to a bumpy start as your dad forced out a laugh.

“What made you guys want to drop by?” You ask, trying to relieve Leon of the hot seat. You felt bad for the current situation you put him in, if only he had run a little late. 

“We were out and about and wanted to see if you still were in the place, although I must say it looks better a little bare.” Your mom says as she flips open one of the boxes you had sitting on the coffee table, “You would think to tell your parents you were moving up state with a man you barely know.” Three months, you had told them that you had been dating Leon for only three months.

“I was going to tell you.” You got up, shutting the box and moving it away from her prying eyes. Leon’s concern for you doesn’t go unnoticed as his eyes remain glued to you; watching you bite your tongue in discomfort under the unrelenting gaze of your mother. 

“When?” Your dad asks. He didn’t seem mad, just heart broken. At a loss for words trying to figure out what moment you stopped confiding in him about your life. 

It was about middle school when it happened, when he told you that it was all in your head. That there wasn’t a thing wrong with you because you knew how to light up a room. You knew how to make people feel comfortable, you knew how to make them laugh; and no one who knew how to shine could suffer like the rest. 

“When I got settled. When I figured it out.” 

“When would that have been? When this fantasy of yours doesn’t work out and he leaves you?” Your mom spits before looking at Leon with little remorse, “I’m sorry son, no offense, but I don’t know you.” 

“Mom!” You yelled at her with your patience wearing incredibly thin, “You are not going to come here and start insulting my boyfriend.” 

“She’s just saying what we are all thinking,” your father defends her and it takes everything in you to not roll your eyes. “You’ve said you’ve only known him for three months, Christ, you’re probably lying. You’ve always kept secrets from us.” He was right, but you had your reasons. That didn’t make you feel any less bad about it, but still. You didn’t trust them for a reason and maintained a relationship with them out of guilt. 

“We just think it’s ridiculous that we are the last to know. We are your parents. We raised you. We took care of you; fed you, clothed you, kept a roof over your head. We deserve to know about your whereabouts with some man!” His voice rising and beginning to boom with anger; an anger you thought you had escaped. Your legs shake slightly as Leon stands up, shielding you from your fathers betrayed eyes. Seeing you in a flight or fight response triggering something in him. 

“We just want what’s best for you and I don’t think this is what’s best for you.” Your mom follows up causing your eyes to shift from your dad to your mom, tears welling in your eyes. 

“How do you know, huh? Not like you ever truly cared about anything I wanted.” 

“That is not true.”

“Not once have you called and asked me a damn thing with any true merit.”

“How could we? You are always hiding! Responding to everything with ‘fine’ or locking the damn door before we even knocked.” Your dad scolded you, wondering what happened to all those years he told you to stand your ground. Did those lessons fall on deaf ears or were you just up against something you couldn’t bring yourself to fight anymore?

“Because you don’t give a damn about anything serious in my life! God forbid you focus on how I feel instead of how you feel.”

“That is not-!” Leon raises a firm hand unable to stop himself. Unable to watch this unfold for much longer. He silenced the argument while your father was ready to push. It was an odd sight to see your father cower in his old age, knowing he didn’t stand a chance against Leon. Your heart pounds in your chest, afraid for Leon regardless of watching your dad back down. 

“I’m going to have to stop you, Sir. I think it’s best if you listen to your daughter and leave.” It wasn’t exactly a threat, more of a warning. 

“We need to have this conversation.” 

“I agree, but not today. Not now.” It took a lot for Leon to not call this the ambush that it was. He was still talking to your father, someone he still felt like he had to impress regardless of the current circumstances. 

“If we don’t talk about it today we aren’t bailing you out when this doesn’t work.” Leon’s hands ball into fist and you almost break but Leon beats you to the punch, “Sir, I am certain that if you utter another word like that I will see to it that she will never have to say another word to you again.”

Your parents look at you and you try to hold eye contact with them, but fail as you focus on the wood grain of the floor.  

Your father scoffs in disbelief, “That’s how it is? You’re letting someone else speak for you?” Your father asks in disbelief. He just shakes his head at your lack of a response and walks to and out the front door. 

“I hope you’re happy, you’ve broken his heart, (Y/N).” Your mother said, looking at you one last time with a familiar glare that made you feel guilty for just existing. 

You hear the door slam as you let out a heavy sigh, wiping the few tears that managed to escape away from your face. No one knew how to get to you like your parents did. Leon turns to you softening as he goes to reach for you, but you step back. 

“It’s okay. I’m fine. Let’s just get these boxes sorted.” Your voice flat as you turned back to the box your mother was once prying in. “Th-This one looks like a mix of t-shirts and coffee mugs.” You try not to stutter as you feel his hand on the small of your back. 

“Hey.” He soothes and where you find comfort in his touch you reject him as you pick up the box. You move quickly and set the box on the ground near the boxes you planned on taking to his place, soon to be your shared place, if you didn’t fuck it up. You took a deep breath as you tried to talk down that voice in your head that said your parents were right. 

“I’m- uh- going to check the bedroom for anything else. I’ll be right back.” You moved quickly, nearly sprinting down the hall. 

You felt terrible. You felt like a villain. 

Leon didn’t deserve a villian, he deserved rest. He had just gotten back from a mission to be greeted with this. A complete and utter wreck. He left one fight to come back to another and you felt absolutely responsible. 

Finally finding solace in your now empty room as you carefully shut the door behind you. You manage to walk to the center of the room on wobbly legs. Your chest aching as your fingers tangled themselves in your hair. Every single negative thought you had and every single self destructive feeling bubbles to the surface. Unable to contain it any longer. The air becomes thin as your pulse starts to race and a sharp gasp escapes through your dry lips. 

“(Y/N)?” Leon calls for you desperately, forgoing knocking on the door and just entering. Your eyes lock with his and you try to breathe; try to bring yourself to say something to keep him from overthinking the sight of you absolutely breaking in front of him. The words are lodged in your throat though as he looks at you with complete compassion. Your tears finally spill over as your knees give out and you start to fall to them. Taking in an ugly breath as your lungs tighten and Leon’s hands find your arms, guiding you carefully to the floor. 

You had failed. You had broken. You weren’t strong enough. 

You sobbed as you tried to hide behind your hands as the room felt like it was closing in. Leon was a mess as he scrambled for your attention, “Hey, (Y/N), look at me. I need you to look at me.” His hands firmly run up and down your arms as he tries to find your eyes. Trying to make you look at him, trying to tell you that you aren’t alone. 

You felt his warmth leave you and you squeezed your eyes shut as you brought your knees to your chest unable to place yourself in reality. All you knew was that his warmth was gone and you had convinced yourself he was gone. He wasn’t, he just moved his hands from your arms to your face; forcing you to look at him as you opened your eyes. “Breathe. I need you to breathe.” His words barely reach you, but they do as you nod. “With me, okay? In.” 

You take a deep breath in, following his instruction. 

“Out.” You let out and he repeats, “In.” You continue to follow as he coaches you through the process three more times. Your body is not shaking with as much intensity as your chest starts to relax. Your ribs are no longer burning as the air in the room is no longer thick, making it easy to swallow. Your chest rises and falls with your lungs as the tears slow, but continue to flow. 

“I-I’m sorry.” You get out as your hand finds his chest for support as you begin to unfold yourself. 

“Don’t. You have nothing to apologize for. Not a damn thing.” Leon says, fighting every urge in his body to pull you into his embrace. You sniff as he wipes tears from your red hot cheeks. “Where are you?” He asks, trying to distract you and get you grounded.

“My place.” You answer. 

“What do you taste?” 

“Salt.” 

“What do you see?” 

“You.” He can’t help but smile at your answer. One hand lets go of your face to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Can I hold you?” 

‘You still want to? I’m snotty.’ Was what entered your head and it was supposed to leave your lips with a smirk and you were supposed to let out a light laugh, but it’s not what came out. 

“Please.” A simple ‘please’ was all you could muster as your arms wrapped around his neck while he pulled you to his chest. Laying your head against his chest you could hear the beating of his heart. Gentle thumps that help you keep track of time as you start to register that you’re in control of your breathing. Leon takes a deep breath, his own worries settling as you relax against his chest. 

“My love.” He mutters into your hair while he rubs your back. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He’s been worried about you since he got back, the subtle things you did telling him you weren’t alright. How you distanced yourself in conversation and weren’t as quick witted as usual. He knew that this episode wasn’t all because of your parents, he knew you typically knew how to handle your own against them. 

Letting them roll off your back because it wasn’t worth fighting with them when they’d just make it all your fault anyway. 

“N-no.” Your breath hitching in your throat, unsure, “Give me a minute. Please.” Finally feeling your limbs ache from the stress as the stiffness in your form starts to ease. 

“Take your time, just stay with me. Breathe.” You closed your eyes and despite all of this, you smiled. His warmth enveloping you in comfort as you felt whole. You nodded, continuing to breathe. 

“I’m afraid I’ve lost it.” You joked and he just shook his head before placing a firm kiss on your temple. Sniffing you rubbed your nose on your sleeve as you settled into the calmness of your thoughts quieting. 

“No, you’re alright. I’ve got you.” He assures you as your heart breaks slightly. “You’ve just had a rough couple of days. You’ll be back on your feet in no time, you’re too stubborn to stay down.” You laughed slightly and his grip on you tightened. His heart burns at the sound of your laughter and his shoulders relax. He was scared there for a minute that he’d never hear your laughter again. 

“I love you.” It falls from your lips softly as you look at him. In times like these he was the light in the dark and he shined ten times brighter than you ever could. He’d argue with you a thousand times over about it though and tell you that you were crazy for even thinking he could outshine you. 

You found Leon in one of the darkest times of his life, he was an absolute wreck. He felt so much that he felt nothing at all. All his positive attributes drained from him slowly, as he started giving up on the world completely. He could’ve sworn he was a goner until one day in the darkness of a crummy bar he saw this light. He saw you mingling amongst strangers, making them laugh, making them comfortable. A lantern burning with a light that he would happily stay blinded by just as long as he could feel the warmth that radiated off of you. 

“I love you more.” His palm found the smoothness of your cheek as his thumb ghosted over your cheek bone. Examining your tired glassy eyes and the way your brows furrowed in exhaustion as he saw you try to place where he was. He sends you a warm smile before his lips find yours in a chaste safe kiss. Regretfully parting from you he speaks again, “What do you say we call it a day and head home? I’ll run you a bath and you can say as little or as much as you want. Deal?” You nod and as you go to push him away from you so you could stand he only holds you tighter. An arm resting under the bend of your knees while his other arm firmly holds you against him. You nearly squeal as he stands with no trouble as he savors the feeling of you clinging to his t-shirt. 

“I can walk, y’know.” 

“I know, but you don’t need to. I’d carry you everywhere if you let me.” You rolled your eyes while you laughed at this dork. A triumphant smile on his face, “Let’s get you home, light of mine.”

“I know, but you don’t need to. I’d carry you everywhere if you let me.” You rolled your eyes while you laughed at this dork. A triumphant smile on his face, “Let’s get you home, little light.”

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!!! Hii darling !! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

ohmigosh i swear whenever you respond to my asks, my brain exploded with ideas its crazy and i love u sm for it <33 but anyways this kinda tied down to my recent brainrot b4 this, so since fragile!reader was in a coma for hundreds of years, the first time they probably tried getting out of bed and walking on their own two feet was probably an absolute failure 😭 fragile!raedrr probably looked like a baby deer learning how to walk for the first time. to say it was cute but also embarrassing is an understatement. also THATS SO TRUE! reader would literally beg Zandik and every single clone to go outside to see Snezhnaya, but since their health is so fragile it’s such a huge risk that they can’t take :(( so they’re usually just looking out the window to see if they can even catch a glimpse of Snezhnaya’s city. also adding onto Zandik being more mature and different from the Akademiya, reader probs has so so many questions on what happened while they slept, like what do you mean he has power that can match even the gods?! fragile!raeder would probably be so amazed but also scared that their own lover, THE Zandik, the outcast from Sumeru, turned to become the 2nd Harbinger, and have so much strength. ALSOOOO lifting up his mask and seeing the new scars littered on his face </3 reader would probably be so worried and ask “does it still hurt?” AHHHH it’s past 12 AM but this man has had such a grip on me the whole day. Currently sick rn, hopefully I’ll get better. But ANYWAYS I love you so so much smooches make sure you take breaks and stay healthy in college I know it must be really stressful. Just know I’ll be giving you a bunch of chu chus. <33

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon ౨ৎ

HI 🎐 ANON!! <33 I'm so glad I inspired you wabdbedbdw that's so cute ily more ❤️❤️ And RELATABLE 🎐 ANON i can't go a day without thinking of this crazy doctor man smh,, and omg i hope you feel better 😭 i'm responding a bit late but hopefully you feel better by now!! Make sure to rest a lot and don't push yourself okay? Staying up until 12 AM isn't good for you!! 😤🥺 Thank you luckily I've been coping well in college, it's just that is SO!! hot and walking to class has me sweating hard unfortunately 😅 Anyway- MOVING ON TO DOTTORE!!

I didn't even think about that- poor fragile reader would have to relearn SO many basic things. At first you'd be stubborn about accepting help - because well... obviously you feel embarrassed and upset that you need help doing something that should be easy to you, from a man as powerful as Dottore nonetheless - but... eventually you have to. At least baby Zandy holds your hand the whole time to steady you ❤️

YEAAA the clones and Dot probably can guess what you are about to say with EASE when you come up to them with a pleading "🥺" expression. They really do feel bad about rejecting you, especially when your shoulders droop and you let out that little dejected sigh that they've gotten used to hearing... You just want to know about the world outside, to explore just like how you once used to in the Akademiya... to venture into the unknown with your beloved. At least there are some really pretty picture books of Snezhnaya, and they always bring you souvenirs from their expeditions <33

Reader would be literally bouncing off the walls in excitement when they hear all of the stories Zandik has to tell 🥺 They want EVERY piece of the story down to the most minuscule detail. I mean, how could you not want the whole story when he went from this random guy in the Akademiya to a HARBINGER? In the Fatui? Those same people who used to watch y'all in the desert and forest?? 😨 And now you're saying this whole lab and space belongs to you too? Zandik, we have hundreds of years of catching up to do and you're not letting him go until he recounts everything <33

OH MY GOD THE SCARS😭😭 TEARSSS I didn't think about how he'd get the scars after you fell asleep- you would be wondering why he wears that mask nonstop until he finally relents and lets you take it off... :( your heart would just break as you softly kiss the scarred skin and trace it with your fingers. It probably doesn't hurt anymore but it aches when you touch it so tenderly...

[yes-divine-ruler]

can I please request some smut based on the song She Dominates by Blitzkid, with a sub! kit walker x dom! female reader where she tries out all her dom kinks on him? thank you sm

p.s.: your writing is amazing

Kit Walker x Fem!Reader Smut - “She Dominates” (18+)

love this request I’ve been thinking ab Kit recently and this one came up like u read my minddd!!!

CW: sub!kit, dom!fem!reader, blindfolding, Willy whipping, bonding, face riding, dick riding, overstimulation (k)

Words: 2167

You paced around the table, setting down two warm plates right out of the oven as you heard the front door open. Kit was home just in time for pot roast, taking off his shoes at the front door and letting out a tired sigh.

"Hey baby," he said, coming up behind you as you cut the meat on the kitchen counter. He laid soft kisses down your neck, as his hands rested on your hips.

"Hey," you said softly, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning up for a quick kiss.

"Somethin' smells good," he breathed in the aroma from the food you'd cooked, leaving your side and putting his keys down on the kitchen counter.

"Thought I'd make a special dinner, you've been working so hard lately," you reply, as you watch him sit down at the dinner table, placing his napkin in his lap. He always had the best table manners.

"You spoil me Y/N," he flashed you a appreciative smile as you served the food onto his plate, but he waited until you'd served a portion for yourself and sat down before he began eating.

"How was your day?" He asked, after swallowing his first mouthful.

"Good.. kinda boring," you answered truthfully, pushing the peas around on your plate.

"Yeah? Why?" He asked, his foot coming in contact with yours under the table, giving it a playful nudge.

"I've just had a lot of time to think," you reply, trying to hide the smile that threatened to spread across your face. Kit looked at you concerned, reaching his hand over the table for you to hold onto. You grabbed it, savouring the feeling of his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"About what baby?" He asked, your heart beating in your chest when you thought of what you might reply with.

"Finish your dinner, it's better if I show you," you give him a reassuring smile and he nods, knowing that he could trust you.

You finish the rest of your dinner, filling in gaps with small talk about the gas station and his busy day today. When Kit had cleaned his plate, you stood up and walked to his side of the table to grab his hand softly.

"Come," you say simply, Kit getting up and following you into the bedroom. His eyebrows furrowed at the small box that was on the end of your made bed, confused at what you were trying to show him.

"What's this about babygirl?" He asked, reaching for the box as you anxiously bit your lip, watching him sit on the edge of the bed, setting the box in his lap.

He opened in, and inside was a small black leather whip, a blind fold and some rope. He looked up at you with wide eyes before a small chuckle left his lips.

"Is this what you've been thinking about? You want me to tie you up?" He asked, taking the whip out and cracking it in the air. You blushed as you looked down at your feet, not sure how to respond.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's kinda hot," he said, placing the box back down on the bed and coming back up to comfort you.

"Wait," you say quickly, stepping away from him and holding onto the hem of the dress you were wearing. He stood back and obeyed, watching you as you pulled your dress above your head.

"Oh fuck," he let out, not expecting to see a latex catsuit under your conservative dress. You looked at him, his mouth hung open and his eyes sparkling with excitement.

He reached towards to hold onto your hips, but you place a hand on his chest and push him back onto the bed. You straddle his hips, and he tries to pull your head down to kiss you but you push away.

"What is it?" He asked confused, as you turn to take the rope from the box.

"I want to use them on you," you say finally, only to notice the erection in his pants twitch at your words.

"Oh," he said quietly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Is that okay?" You ask, tilting your head to side to admire the small look of fear on his face. He gulps and nods obediently, bringing his wrists in front of you for you to tie.

"Already such a good boy," you say, tying his wrists together and then pulling them up to tie them to the cast iron bed head. He tried to free his wrists, pulling on them but they're tied so tight he doesn't succeed.

"Not going anywhere baby," he said with a cheeky smile, as you lean over for your face to meet his.

"Only talk when spoken to," you threaten, Kit watching you with wide eyes again as you reach back to retrieve the eye mask from the box.

"Lift up your head," you demand, as you slide the mask behind his head and blind his vision. His lips part as your hands run down his chest and unbutton the front of his work uniform. He tried to buckle his hips up to meet your heat, but you only tut at him.

"You are under my command, don't do anything I don't tell you to," you lean down and whisper in his ear, your lips ghosting his skin.

He nods, oblivious to what is in front of him as his shirt is finally unbuttoned. You kiss down his toned chest, your tongue flicking over his nipple as you make your way downwards. He lets out a small moan at the feeling of your warm mouth on his skin, the knot in your stomach only getting tighter at the small noise. This was one of your deepest, darkest fantasies, Kit under your total control, laying helpless on the bed as you used his body as you pleased.

Seeing him in constraints, letting out small moans as you pleasured him, blindfolded, turned you on more than anything else ever did. His pale skin under the touch of your fingertips, making his body jolt and squirm felt so good, your man completely under your control.

His pants were next to go, your hands sliding into the waistband after unzipping them, and pulling them down his legs. He was left in only his white underwear.

"Babyyyy please- I need to feel you," he said, lifting his head as if he was looking at you.

"What did I say?" You warn, pulling the whip from inside the box and holding it in your hand, "only speak when spoken to."

The whip lightly hits Kit's exposed thigh and he sucks in a deep breath.

"Oh I liked that," he confessed, before another crack of the whip hit his thigh again, only harder. You could see his cock continue to twitch beneath his underwear, this new sensation strange to him, but at the same time invigorating.

He let out an almost silent whimper as you pulled down his underwear, exposing his painfully hard cock. You looked at the whip in your hand, contemplating whether to take the risk, and you did, slapping the pad lightly against his erection. He jumped, but when another whimper left his lips you knew that he liked it.

"Dirty boy," you teased, whipping him harder again. He rested the back of his head deep into the pillow, biting his lip frightened he'd make a noise you didn't like.

"You like the feeling of my whip on your hard cock?" You asked seductively, running the pad of the whip up and down his length, as pre cum began to leak from his tip.

"Y-yes, I do," Kit stammered, as another hard hit came in contact with it. He jumped again, letting out a low moan, before you finally felt like it was enough, and you wanted something to make you feel good.

"You're gonna make me feel good now," you demanded, unclasping your catsuit from between your legs and bringing it up to your waist. Kit stayed silent as you straddled his face, your wet folds inches away from his mouth.

"Are you gonna make me come baby boy?" You asked, waiting for his response before you smothered him with your pulsing heat.

"Yes, please, I will, I promise," he begs, pulling on the constraints again in desperation. He just wanted to touch you, feel the curvature of your immaculate body, kiss your mouth and feel inside you. But none of that was up to him today, and the unpredictability of it all only made him harder.

You lowered yourself onto his face, gripping onto the roots of his hair as he moaned into your slick pussy. His tongue darted out between your folds, tasting your sweet arousal as you began to rock your hips against his face. His tongue licked up against your clit with every rocking motion, your head rolling back as you indulged in the pleasure of being on his face.

"Ohh that feels so good Kit," you moan, looking down at his blindfolded face as you ride it, his nose nudging up against your swollen clit as his tongue ventures between your walls. Your grip on his hair only got tighter as you rode his face, your orgasm approaching so much quicker than you anticipated.

Kit continued to moan into your pussy, the extra vibrations coursing through your body as you felt the knot inside your stomach start to untie. Having total control over how his tongue worked inside you sent you over the edge.

“Oh my god- I’m cunming!” You announce, provoking another moan from Kit as he does everything in his power to get you to your climax. As you cum, your legs shake around his head, a string of moans leaving your lips.

You lift your face off Kit and he took a deep breath, after beginning to suffocate from the whole ordeal. You let out a laugh, his chin, mouth and nose wet with your juices.

“That was so fucking hot, I wish I could’ve seen your face” he breathed out, as you looked over your shoulder at his neglected erection, still hard and leaking.

He spoke, without permission, again, and you had no choice but to pick up the whip and give his cock another hit. He gasped at the unexpected contact, wriggling his hips deeper into the mattress.

“I want you to beg,” you said, now straddling his hips. You teasingly lowered yourself over his length, rubbing it between your folds as he choked on his words.

“P-please, I need to feel inside you, baby, please, ride me, take my cock,” he let out in a groan, lifting his head up again and pulling against the rope. You let out a laugh, finally lining his tip up at your entrance and sinking down on him.

A loud moan of relief left his red lips as he went all the way inside you. You placed your hands on his chest, and began lifting your body up and down on his cock. You have no mercy, chasing your own pleasure instead of his own, using his body as nothing more than an object for your sex. He thrived in the submissive role, letting out small whimpers as you moved up and down on his sensitive erection.

“That feel good baby? Tell me it feels good,” you ask, as his hips buckled up to go deeper inside you again.

“Yes- oh yes baby so fucking good, you’re so tight,” he said between grit teeth, the pleasure of you riding him undeniable,

“I’m not- I’m gonna cum soon,” he whined, as you picked up the pace and slammed your hips down with every fall.

“You can cum,” you allow, knowing that if he does so before you get your second, you will ride him well after his dick becomes sensitive.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck,” you let Kit moan loudly through his long awaited orgasm, cumming inside you and coating your walls. Just as you planned, you continued to ride him, feeling your second orgasm coming.

“Baby- oh, owww,” he whined, rocking his hips, trying to deter anymore pressure around his oversensitive cock.

“Not yet,” you say firmly, your hands on the headboard to support yourself as you continue to rise and fall on him, feeling your orgasm come in waves. His whines only fuelled you more, as you clenched around him, letting go for a second time.

“Ahh baby, oh my god, fuck,” Kit continued, before you finally got off him, leaning forward to remove the eye mask.

He squinted his eyes as they adjusted to the light, and then he looked at you, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen and his cock throbbing against his stomach.

“How was that? You ask him innocently, reaching up again to untie his sore wrists.

“So fucking good,” he moaned, once released, coming towards you and tackling you back onto the bed.

Taglist: @v-love @evanpetersfav @demxnicprxncess @kitwalkersgfff

[coffearabica]

Bae, there is this one sentence that stuck with me for some reason but I can't seem to think of any good story to use it in rn. So, maybe u would think of sth?

"Just because you CAN (do it all by yourself), doesn't mean you HAVE TO."

Cue exasperation, lol.

babes i woke up early to work, saw this, and my plans did a rapid 180. wrote it too quickly so pls don’t expect much. and thank you sm for this!! i really need to write but i don’t know what and this helped a ton🫶

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You didn’t know the extent of it, then again he made sure of that.

Xavier could never hide his emotions. If there was one thing he disliked more than Wednesday herself, it was her ability to do just that. Because she seemed to have no qualms about accusing him of murder while he was left spiraling.

It was easy to pick up on his negative mood. He was unsteady, his knee shaking, his empty fingers shifting as though he had a pen creating unseeable art. You couldn’t ask him about it though, because another thing about Xavier was he didn’t like to burden you.

Especially not with murder.

It’d gone on for days - each new sunrise met with a darker version of your boyfriend. He no loger smiled at you, he seemed to have adopted a permanent frown and canyon between his brows. He didn’t speak to you much either, but his silence spoke volumes. And this was only when you saw him, because he’d also disappeared. Even Ajax was growing concerned.

“Hey.” He approached you just before Botany let out, his hands shoved deep in his pockets and beanie pulled down lower than usual.

“Hi,” you smiled at him.

“Have you seen Xavier lately?”

“Uhm, no not really.”

“Oh,” he visibly deflates, “something’s wrong with him. He hasn’t even been showing up to-” he pauses, wryly looks around and leans in to whisper, “the meetings.”

“Yeah, I know. He’s dealing with some stuff.” You try to keep the bitterness out of your tone, feeling ashamed for not knowing the specifics. He wouldn’t even give you a chance to ask.

“This Hyde stuff as been really messing with him.”

That gets you to pause. You don’t hear anymore of what Ajax is saying, instead determination fills your blood stream and your shouldering your bag just as class is dismissed and pushing out a half-assed apology to him as you rush off.

The woods seemed to get denser anytime you walked through them, especially when Xavier wasn’t around. The sky was gloomier and open spaces smaller but you’d made it through in record time. His art shed stood as it always did, a bit battered, unimportant looking to the plain eye. But you knew his space, and you knew him.

You didn’t do your knock, a specific one to let him know it was you. You twisted the knob and barged right in.

“What the hell.” He scowls, dropping his paintbrush and turning to face you with nothing but malice. It took him a moment to register that it was you, the hard edge to his voice fell away, his shoulders relaxed and he was back to frowning, “What’re you doing here?”

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Xavier. Tell me what has you holing yourself way from everyone.”

He bends down to pick up his brush, “Nothings wrong.”

“Something must be! You wont talk to me, you won’t see me, and now you won’t even look at me! Your friends are worried about you, I’m worried about you, okay?”

His shoulders tense and with his back turned to you you don’t see his lips pursing and eyes welling with tears.

“Is it really that bad? Because if it is and you don’t want to talk to me about it, fine. But at least talk to someone. You can’t keep pushing people away and hiding in your shed as if no one gives a-”

“Just stop.” He says through gritted teeth.

“No, Xavier, no more of that silent torture bullshit. I’m your girlfriend, I’m supposed to be here for you. You’d never let me get away with not telling you so I’m done letting you.”

When he doesn’t respond, or move, you start to think you went too far. That maybe he just wasn’t ready and you’d barged into his space like an asshole demanding answers. But then you hear the shuddering breaths that give way to an almost inaudible sob.

Your bag hits the floor with a thud and Xavier turns just as you reach him. His arms loop around your waist and pulls you plush against him as he hides in the crook of your neck. Drops of tears hit your skin and his shoulders shake beneath your arms. His skin is oddly warm and hair a tangled mess that your fingers barely get through, but you only hold him tighter.

“It’s okay, baby.” You whisper.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes. It’s unsteady, much like him. Everything seems to come out in that moment, like the knots holding everything in had loosened just enough and it all came tumbling. It takes a while before he calms down. His shaking shoulders reduce to lengthy breaths and when you’re sure he’s gotten it all out you try to pull back.

Except he doesn’t let you, he anchors you to himself and drops a soft kiss on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He says again.

“What’s wrong, Xavier?”

It takes a moment before he tells you, and it takes an even tighter squeeze to quell the anger he feels swelling inside you when he does. “It just got too much. And with the visions - I didn’t want to close my eyes and I knew that if I saw you I’d…” he trails off and it’s your turn to tighten your arms around him,

“I wish you’d come to me sooner.”

“I didn’t want to burden you.”

“You’re never a burden to me, xav.”

“Still, it’s a lot and I didn’t want anyone else to have to deal with it.”

When you pull back this time he lets you, his face blotchy and eyes still shiny with tears. His cheeks redden and he tries to duck his head back to your shoulder but you grab his face and swipe your thumbs under his eyes.

“You shouldn’t deal with it alone. That’s too much.” He tries to open his mouth but you kiss him before he can, its quick - just to keep him quiet so you can speak, “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to. Especially not when you have me.”

You look into his eyes, hoping he sees how serious you are. Because it hurt to feel like you lost him.

You pull him in to kiss him again, this time it’s longer, slower, and full of everything unsaid in the past week. With your hands you tilt his head, deepening the kiss and without prompting him to xavier opens his mouth.

His hands begin moving, up and down your back and crushing your chest to his. They skim over your waist, his fingers briefly digging into the skin there. He lowers them, tugging at your hips until you’re gasping for air. He doesn’t relent, he trails kisses along your neck as you gently pull on his hair.

“Thank you.” he whispers between his sloppy kisses.

“Come to me next time.” You say it firmly, even with your eyes closed in bliss. “Promise me.”

He picks his head up, looking down at you with tender eyes. The space between them is no longer creased and the added pink to his face makes him look much brighter than he’d looked all week.

“I promise.” he says.

“Good.” You tug him low, kissing his forehead first, then his nose, under each of his eyes, and his chin. His eyes are closed, anticipating the next spot and when you touch your lips to his again, for a moment, the horrors of his week are forgotten.

[enbesbians]

Hi fern!! I just wanted to let u know how much I love ur acc and ur writing and especially how u always respond to our messages as much as you can 🩷🩷

I’ve been feeling really really icky lately ab myself and my body, like a wave of shame that I’m plus sized and blah blah, and honestly I feel like you’ve become a bit of a safe space for me, and as a sapphic girl the way you talk ab loving and thinking that every girl is just sososo beautiful always makes me feel a bit better ab myself (and honestly a little giddy inside because the way you present yourself is really attractiveeee)

I love when you reply to questions and share little tidbits about yourself because you’re actually such an interesting (in a good way!!!) person, and I lovelovelove your writing sm - never feel like it’s not good enough because no matter what you’ve written I guarantee it’s gonna be a BANGER 🗣️🗣️

ily and take care of yourself <3

thank you for this message. i know how hard it is for anyone when it comes to the perception of themselves and how they think others may see them. women are often told to look a certain way, do certain things and certain things would dictate their feminine attributes (like body hair, the size of their hands, breasts of how they might have something like bigger calves maybe a smaller ass…) even with women who’re more in tune with their masculinity, there’s always some bullshit spewed to make them second guess their true beauty.

we often try to minimize the impact we have and the natural beauty we hold within as well as without. we think if we were to be taller or shorter or wear a smaller size in jeans we’d be better than what we are in the present. i want everyone to know the person you are and all the eras that led up to the current is authentically you. you’re allowed to feel pretty no matter where you are in terms of your image and personality— that’s what makes you, you. if you so happen do want to change yourself, it should be for the better, have healthy alternatives to reach that goal and your reasonings shouldn’t be to be perceived in societies ideals of what it might be. if you want to be a pink, girly girl who likes to wear mary jane shoes and bows, you can do that even if you could be 6ft and if you want to be this strong masculine person, that’s fine, be a little pocket masc, you can still be that too.

being on the more chubbier side shouldn’t make you feel any less attractive than you deserve to be. you may feel weary about being naked or even wearing clothes… you might feel closed in and like all eyes are just glaring at every curve like it’s disgusting but it’s not. it’s beautiful. we’re all molded in different ways, the way our body forms are created in different shapes (like how abby has more of a boxy frame— her body is straight, not much of any curve, going down and honestly i think that body type is so goddamn cute. id dina having more of a pear shape and her bottom half is slightly ‘heavy’. what about if your shoulders are more broad, possibly your feet are a bit bigger than what your height may align with, it’s fine. it’s all so gorgeous and it shows unique how woman can be made and how it creates character and depth to the person that they are).

i like to share little things about me because there’s a lot of misconceptions that im this overly confident sex machine that has everything going good for them when that’s not the case… i had lots of trauma from my image where i couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror at age 5 and didn’t even acknowledge my own existence in a positive way. when i was 18, i took the time to ask myself why i hated myself so much and most of it was illogical nit picking of what i found gross… i figured that i wasted most of my life being so hateful to myself that i didn’t allow myself to feel good… to love myself, let me feel life the way it should feel for everyone. i don’t wish that on anyone because still i find it hard to accept the body i was born into but ive come a long way to feel more confident and sexy in myself yet i still need work on loving myself. i do hope the same for you too.

[ayoharuko]

Haiiii emikoo Could I ask for a one-shot idea ( this angst with a fluff ending btw TT) Ganyu being late for a date night with reader ends up disappointing the reader but makes up for it

Lovee Love LOVE your content sm Keep up with the good work~! =＾● ⋏ ●＾=

 Omg thank you so much for loving my works! T-T

And ofc I can do a ganyu for u! Thanks for requesting and I hope u like this one shot dear anon-chan and everybody who reads this one shot!

Also I'm sorry if this took long...as u know I had to go through exams so I wasn’t able to finish it on time apologizes!

REMINDER: This character does not belong to me they belong to hoyoverse and this is all just fictional work :3

Includes: A hint of angst but fluff in the end, cussing and a hint of jealously. Might be a bit cringe or occ sorry hahaha :3

Ganyu x gn-reader

You and your cute adepti girlfriend ganyu had planned a date! She said that she wanted to spend more time with you if things get more hectic the next coming weeks you knew that she would become more busy so you agreed. But...right now...she was..a bit late...well actually..no she was really late.

I mean this was kinda normal and you figured that she probably fell asleep in her office..this wasn’t the first time, this was actually the third time this happened and honestly you tried to understand that it was because she was busy with work but...it was too much!

You waited..and waited..and waited...and....waited..but...she didn’t come...

You grit your teeth and got up the chair and walked out of the restaurant walking to where Ganyu worked, Walking inside her office you saw Keqing and Ganyu talking to each other about plans or something. And you lost it....she forgot your date because of....keqing!?

Was she more important then you? her own lover?

While you were lost in your emotions, Ganyu had noticed you and got up to greet you looking completely carefree...

‘’Love! What brings you here?’’ Wow...she really forgot....

You just glared at her and answered ‘’Here to see where you were...having fun with her? Instead of fulfilling the promise of a date for your own lover!?’’ You couldn't handle it yelled at her which in respond she flinched back. You widen your eyes and just turn back walking out of the building....crying.

‘’You..had a date with them, Ganyu?’’ The yuheng of the qixing asked and Ganyu just lowered her head blaming herself....she can’t believe she forgot about the date she promised you..all because she was blinded with work...you had always told her to take a break from it...to at least spend time with you...

She slowly felt tears falling from her face, ‘’H-huh!? G-ganyu get ahold of yourself!’’ Keqing said holding her shoulders slowly shaking her.

‘’W-w-what do I do..? Y-y/n might leave me because of how much I neglected them...’’ She said choking her words, sobbing more.

Keqing looked at her best friend in worry...but she knew you wouldn’t leave Ganyu just because of this....

‘’Listen..y/n would never leave you because of this..what’s best you can do right now is...’’ She paused thinking before opening her mouth again ‘’What you can do is..apologize and make it up to y/n’’ Keqing said, comforting Ganyu.

Ganyu looked at her best friend with hope and determination in her eyes, She nodded and got up, Wiping her tears and running out of her workplace to your shared home.

She opened the door to your shared home and walked to you guys’ bedroom. Her heart broke when she saw the state you were in....

You were crying..sobbing..while hugging a picture of you and her together.....

‘’Y-y/n?’’ She called your name approaching you slowly, You looked up at her with tear stained and swollen eyes before responding ‘’W-w-what?’’ With your voice all shaken up and stained...

‘’I...I'm so sorry...I..should have never forgotten about our date..I should have never broke a promise to you...I..I'm so sorry..please..forgive me...my love’’ Ganyu said kneeing beside you guys bed slowly building tears in her own eyes.

You sniff and hugged her tightly making Ganyu shocked she nuzzled her head into your neck and hugged you tightly.

‘’Please don’t....leave me y/n..’’ Ganyu said, voice shaking. You nod and hug her closer ‘’I...I won’t..but...would you leave me for...Keqing?’’ You asked, your insecurities building up.

Ganyu’s eyes widen and she puled away from you ‘’N-never! She is just my best friend, my love..I..would never never choose someone else over you...’’ Ganyu said while rubbing your back looking at you with so much love in her eyes...love that you haven’t felt from her in so long because of her work.

You slowly move closer to her, closing your eyes. Ganyu saw this and closed the gap between you two with you two sharing a sweet and passionate kiss~

She broke the kiss and hugged you once more ‘’I promise I'll make it up to you my sweet flower...’’ She said ‘’Ya sure? No promises...right?’’ You said with an unsure voice.

Ganyu smiled and looked up at you with loving smile ‘’This time...I will fulfill this promise my love...I won’t fail you..’’ 

You smiled and kissed her once more before starting a comfy cuddle session with your sweet girlfriend~

Sometimes you guys get into common fights like this either her overworking herself or being late for something important you both planned together, but even so...you wouldn’t leave her because of that...no matter how many times she does it..you’ll always forgive her and you hope her love for you always lasts forever....

You smiled once more and whispered to Ganyu....

‘’Sweet dreams darling......’’

AHHH FINALLY DONE I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG T-T

I had my exams to worry about hahahahaha....so I'm really really sorry!

I apologize this ganyu was a bit occ I uhm...I don’t really have her cause I didn’t pull for her hahahaha...so uh yea...hahahaha-

Anyways thank you so much for reading this far and I hope you like my second one shot everyone! And thank as well anon-chan for sending that wonderful idea I own ya :3

See you guys on my next post bye-bye~!

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Oh my god I just realized I’ve never requested a fic from you and you’re a fabulous writer, so I absolutely have to ask; May I request something with Lila? I'm thinking maybe fluff? I’m not totally sure about the plot, it’s up to you! I just adore her. Thank you sm <3

You're so sweet honestly thank youu 😌 (although I think your writing is much better than mine if we're being honest here) I had a whole lot of fun writing this one, hope you enjoy <3

Butterflies (Lila Pitts x reader)

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Lila may be slightly out of character

Everytime she was around you, Lila got butterflies. And she hated you for it.

To be clear, she didn't hate you so much as she despised the way you were able to make her stomach twist into knots with the most casual things. Your smile was warm like sunshine, and your laugh was as sweet as fresh honey.

Lila felt vulnerable around you, and she hated that. She hated how easily you flustered her, and how quickly you were able to cheer her up whenever she was having a bad day.

If there was one thing she learned in the Commission, it was that you can't afford to have feelings. To have feelings is to be vulnerable, and to be vulnerable is one of the biggest weaknesses out there, as your many enemies can use it to incur your downfall. Lila knew it wasn't a smart idea, her falling in love, but she couldn't help but do it anyway.

So yes, in a way, she hated you, but in another much more complex area, she also loved you as well. For one of the first times in her life, Lila was unsure of herself, and even if she didn't necessarily hate you, she definitely hated that.

A good example of the hate/love she held for you would be one late night you spent together after trying all day to come up with a plan to stop the upcoming apocalypse and the very world ending as you know it.

You were dancing around the room to music that was playing on the radio, and even though you weren't very good, it was clear you were having the time of your life.

She had you admit, you looked pretty cute like that, dancing without a care in the world. She playfully rolled her eyes at you when you stumbled a bit, tripping up over your own feet.

"Whoops! I guess I'd better be more careful," you laughed, red faced and out of breath, sitting down next to her on the couch.

Lila cleared her throat, turning her face away from you so her eyes couldn't betray how much she cared about you with the way they sparkled with joy whenever you were near.

"Yeah, I guess you should. I'd hate to have to make an emergency trip to the hospital just because you were acting stupid."

You giggled at her response, knowing she was messing with you and didn't actually think you were stupid. "Oh, come on, you know you love me," you playfully nudged her with your elbow.

Before she had the chance to respond, you abruptly lept up from your seat, gasping audibly. "Oh my God, I love this song!"

Although Lila wasn't certain of the tune's name, she at the very least could tell it was Frank Sinatra singing. "Eh, it's alright."

"Will you dance with me?" You suddenly asked, turning around to face her with your arm outstretched in her direction, palm facing upwards.

"I-"

She knew she shouldn't say yes, as much as she might want to. The closer she got to you, the more attached she got, the more she couldn't deny her love. You were a liability, a risk, a tear in her toughest armor, and she couldn't have that.

But the way you were looking at her, so gentle and loving, it was in a way she knew no one had ever looked at her before or would ever look at her like again.

So even as the tiny voice inside her urged her to say no, to just forget it and walk away, she knew she couldn't do that. If loving you was a risk, then it was a risk she was willing to take.

"Yes, I will."

She stood up, wiping her sweaty palms off on her pants before taking your hand, letting you lead her to the center of the room.

The two of you stumbled a few times, accidentally stepping on each others feet more than once before you were finally able to get the rhythm down, but once you did, it was like you were walking on air.

You leaned your head against her shoulder, causing a heat to rise to her cheeks as she watched you, hoping you didn't notice the way her hands gripped yours tighter in an effort to prove you were real, and not just some figment of her imagination she made up so she wouldn't be so alone.

Even after the song ended, the two of you stayed there like that for awhile, gently swaying, not to the music, but to the heartbeats thumping in both of your chests.

Before you left her that night so you could go to bed, you gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek, confirming her theory that she only ever got butterflies when she was around you, and cementing a fact that she'd tried so hard to deny for so long

She didn't hate you, not even a little bit.

~

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[nancywheelersgirlfriend]

hi hi hi i was wondering if u could do a steve/eddie fic where one of them is insecure about their body snd the other one shows them how much they love it? preferably not related to steve’s scars :) thanks sm you don’t have to write it any time soon nor does it have to be long !!! <3

hello anon!!! i am so, so sorry for not having gotten this out sooner. what a wonderful request :) i hope the length makes up for my lateness

kodachrome (2,166 words)

It was a cool autumn morning when the bathroom light landed on his face. Eddie blinked tiredly first, assuming the blinds had maybe fallen away through the night and the sun was already up. But when he adjusted enough to peek after a moment of sleepy confusion, he realized it was just the dim fluorescent of Steve’s adjacent bathroom coming through the cracked door. His eyes slid to check the digital clock on the bedside table. It only blinked a dull and slightly upsetting ‘4:35’ back at him. Far too early for him to be up. Far too early for Steve to be up.

Eddie, who’d originally been flopped in his typical starfish position on the bed, managed to get himself into a sitting position just as the bathroom door reopened. The light flicked off, shrouding the room in a typical darkness that months ago would’ve been haunting. But the only questionable shadow now was Steve, who lumbered in the bathroom doorway a little like Frankenstein’s monster.

“Hey,” Eddie attempted to whisper as tentatively as possible. Still, Steve jumped, hand latching out to grip the doorway and the other spasming for a weapon at his side. Sorry - just me.”

“Shit,” Steve breathed through his teeth, relaxing on the door frame. Eddie lifted up a hand and gestured back to the bed. Only the tips of his fingers were visible in the darkness of the bedroom, alight with the pale moon peeking through the blinds. Falling back asleep would be unspeakable without the familiar comfort of Steve’s weight on the bed beside him, a constant furnace even when it was cold outside. After a moment of hesitation, Steve became less of a shadow and more of a person, stepping closer to the bed. He simply stood there, though, and made no movement to get back into bed. As Eddie looked closer, he could see Steve’s body vibrating with anxiety.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked, more out of routine than anything else because clearly he wasn’t. Steve nodded and then all but collapsed onto the mattress.

Eddie scrambled down to lay beside Steve, letting their legs hang off the end of the bed awkwardly so that he could be height level with him. 

“Sorry,” Steve muttered, and as he spoke more it was obvious how crackly and used his voice was. Eddie reached out a hand to place it against Steve’s cheek, raking his fingers along Steve’s warm skin comfortingly. 

“Don’t,” Eddie ordered, firm but kind. “What’s up? Did you have a nightmare?” Steve shook his head into the comforter, turning his face over to bury it in the fabric so that only his absurd tufts of brown hair were visible.

“No, no.” Steve’s voice was muffled. “I haven’t had a nightmare in weeks.” Eddie bit back a proud smile - not like his being there was entirely the reason for Steve’s steady recovery, but sleeping in the same bed as another person (especially Steve) every night certainly helped battle the nighttime demons. 

“Good,” Eddie said. He waited for Steve to give reason. When he didn’t, Eddie’s hand moved from Steve’s face to his hair, fingers tightening in the strands and combing through them like second nature. Steve let out a little sigh and turned back over. His face was nearly invisible in the dark - Eddie could only see the outline of his jaw.

“I feel like shit,” Steve started, then stopped and shook his head. “No, I - I look like shit.”

“What?” Eddie asked, bordering on a laugh because what the hell was Steve talking about. Steve’s responding sigh was a little more frustrated this time, but he didn’t shake off Eddie’s roaming hand.

“I didn’t used to look like this,” Steve said, barely above a whisper.

“Like what?”

“Jesus, do I need to spell it out for you?” Steve snapped. Eddie’s hand stilled. After a tense pause, Steve shifted so that his nose was to Eddie’s as a silent apology. “Sorry. I’m not angry at you.”

“What are you angry at?” Eddie asked. His coaxing hand picked up again, shifting down to trace the fading scar ring from the demobat around Steve’s neck.

“Myself,” Steve said. “Ed, I used - I was hot, once. I had a six pack.”

“You were hot once?” Eddie repeated incredulously. “Stevie, you’re hot now.” Steve snorted self-deprecatingly.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Eds,” Steve retorted harshly, though the tone was less for Eddie and more for himself. He pulled his arms across his chest, covering his body despite the dark already doing that for him. Despite there being no logical need to. “Like I said, I look like shit. Worse - I look like a dad. My dad.”

“Steve, you do not look like your dad,” Eddie promised, and this time he couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Steve moved to sit up at that and Eddie’s hand latched around his neck to hold him place. “I’m sorry - I’m not laughing at you.”

“Yes, you are,” Steve protested. It was such a pitiful tone Eddie couldn’t help but pull him into a tight embrace. Eddie slung his legs over Steve’s, tangling them together in the sheets.

“Why do you think you look like your dad?” Eddie asked, tucking his chin on Steve’s now exposed shoulder (his sweater had slid down in the tussle). Steve’s sigh blew some of Eddie’s curls up into the empty bedroom air.

“I have a dad bod,” Steve said, embarassed. “And I’m pretty sure I’m balding.” Eddie pushed on Steve’s shoulders so that they could make blurry eye contact, eyebrows raised.

“Okay, first of all: dad bods are hot,” Eddie replied. At Steve’s snort, he squeezed his shoulders intently. “I’m not joking. They are. Especially yours.”

“Eddie,” Steve admonished quietly. Eddie scrunched up his face into such a serious look, he knew Steve must be able to catch a least a little of the meaning in the darkness. 

“They are. You are,” Eddie promised. “You’re beautiful. Who the fuck cares if you don’t have a six pack? Who else is looking?” The last sentence’s joking tone passed right over Steve’s head.

“I am,” Steve protested.

“And your brain wants you to think that because you’re healthy, probably for the first time in years, you’re no longer attractive,” Eddie retorted drily. He pulled Steve’s forehead to his, knocking them together to ground his boyfriend. 

“But what if I’m not?” Steve’s voice was barely audible. Eddie grabbed his cheeks with both hands and smooshed. Despite his sullen mood, Steve laughed from sheer surprise.

“Listen to me, Steve Harrington: You are, like, the hottest guy on the planet,” Eddie said. “This is probably the most serious I have ever been in my entire life. So you better appreciate it.” Steve chuckled again and Eddie could feel his grin underneath his palms. 

“I’m glad you think so,” Steve said. Eddie squeezed his face and throttled it a little, just enough to get a shocked gasp out of Steve and have the upperhand of the conversation once again.

“For your entire life, all that people have valued about you is your looks,” Eddie said, firm but kind. He bolted up then, flipping them over so that he was resting on Steve’s hips. “You don’t have to live that way anymore. You can be hot and unbothered. You can take care of yourself.” Steve said nothing. The room was silent except for the small sound he made a moment after, pressing a tiny kiss to Eddie’s wrist.

“You interrupted my speech, anyway,” Eddie continued, ignoring Steve’s wonderful deep laughter against his hands. “So second of all: You are definitely not balding. But if you were to go prematurely grey, I wouldn’t be upset.”

“I should’ve known you had daddy issues, Munson,” Steve said, barely able to get through his retort before Eddie was sprawling himself down on top of him with an ‘oof’ and attacking his lips with frantic kisses. Steve just let himself go along for the ride, kissing Eddie with the kind of coming-home sense and loving he’d gotten to know in-and-out for the past six or so months.

When Eddie pulled back, he wrangled Steve’s head with his hands to comically examine his hair for potential bald spots. 

“I’m not seeing anything,” Eddie promised. Steve snorted and lifted up his arms to pluck Eddie off his chest and flop him down on the bed beside him. 

“It’s too dark,” Steve promised, “but they’re there.”

“You’re strong enough to toss me around like nothing,” Eddie added, turning onto his side to give Steve a playful smile. “What were the cons about a dad bod again?” Steve rolled his eyes and Eddie shoved loosely at his chest, before his fingers were scrambling at his waist to pull him closer. Again Steve just let his body be tugged around like a ragdoll. He tended to be at the mercy of Eddie and his hands.

“I look like Hopper,” Steve said, clicking his fingers as if having just thought of that retort. “You wanna date a twenty-year-old who looks forty?”

“I’m sorry, are you saying Jim Hopper isn’t attractive?” Eddie replied incredously. He didn’t protest when Steve playfully slapped at his shoulder for that comment. “I wanna date a twenty-year-old who looks like Steve Harrington. Conveniently, I think I’ve found the perfect person to complete those requirements.”

“But I don’t look like Steve Harrington anymore,” Steve said, sad mood now clouding his features again. 

“Uh, yeah dumbass, you do,” Eddie replied, “nobody gets to decide what Steve Harrington looks like - besides you. And finally, I think for the first time in your life, you’re actually getting to do that.”

“Even if that Steve Harrington is balding and definitively has a dad bod?”

“You aren’t balding, you big worrying baby,” Eddie snarked, wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck. He rubbed his nose against his. Steve closed his eyes from the affectionate bliss, an unintentional smile spreading from the touch. “But I wouldn’t blame you if you were. You’ve been through a lot. And yes - dad bods are hot. You are hot. Nothing could happen, physical or otherwise, that would make you not mindbendingly attractive.”

“You think I should jump in the deep end and dye my hair grey?” Steve hummed. Eddie’s heart flipped a little at his pride in having effectively stomped away whatever misplaced sadness Steve had been experiencing. When he took a little too long to reply, Steve scoffed jokingly and rested his head against Eddie’s neck.

“I wouldn’t be upset,” Eddie said, last word turning up in a yelp as Steve bit down on the skin of his neck. “Okay, vampire.”

“You love it,” Steve retorted, nose buried into Eddie’s skin and mouth lazily making ‘O’s against his neck. Eddie could feel his face flush red and he was thankful for the darkness because Steve would just have one more thing to tease him about if he could see. 

“I do,” Eddie said, all mushy and lovey-dovey as he pleased. Steve pulled back, their noses pushed into each other again.

“Thank you,” Steve murmured, suddenly serious again. It was giving Eddie a bit of whiplash.

“Don’t say thank you,” Eddie said in reply, humming happily as Steve’s arms came to wrap around his waist. “Say ‘I am a hot hunk in his prime.’ Bet you won’t.” Steve laughed and shook his head, so fond it was almost sickening. 

“I won’t,” Steve agreed through his laughter. Eddie shot him a stern look, but it was rendered nearly useless by his big, shit-eating grin that came from feeling Steve’s hands trace lines along his back.

“You better,” Eddie argued. “It’s true. Every word.”

“I’m a hot hunk in his prime,” Steve replied after a moment of irrepressible giggles. One of his big hands came up to rest on Eddie’s head and pulled him in, pressing their lips together in the darkness. He kissed him through a smile, mouth open and lazy and loving.

“Damn right you are,” Eddie whispered against his lips as they pulled back. “And I want to go to sleep curled up with said hot hunk. And then make breakfast with the hot hunk in the morning, when it’s a normal time to be up and not four-thirty.”

“Alright,” Steve agreed easily, voice equally as exhausted. He pulled Eddie’s head against his chest, their hips together, the usual position they’d been sleeping in for months at this point. Eddie hid the grin at Steve having memorized how they slept in Steve’s hairy chest. He held Steve close, dad bod and all, because he was hot as shit and hopefully he knew that. Or, at least - he was learning. Eddie would just have to keep telling him. “French toast?”

“Fancy,” Eddie giggled. He nodded an agreement into Steve’s skin and practically melted at the happy hum he got in response, a vibrating noise that echoed throughout Steve’s body and in through his own.

There was no more bathroom light after that night. 

[andypartridges]

hiya i saw ur tags on the songs recent post and i just wanna say i discovered the cleaners from venus recently (from their song drowning butterflies) and added the ones you mentioned to my “to listen” playlist hehe do you have any more recommendations? my favourite music is rock, punk, and everything that falls under the huge post-punk umbrella (esp. new wave)

p.s i love your blog <3 it makes me discover so much cool music that is right up my alley!!

omg hey !!!!! sorry i have taken ages to respond to this, i went to see glass animals 2 nights in a row this weekend and i am currently inconsolable about it. but pls know when i saw this in my inbox the other day it made my morning <333 i'm gonna put these recs under the cut bc my god do i ramble

so first and foremost if u haven't gotten into the more jangle pop area of 80s college rock i am chock full of recommendations for you as it was the primary thing i listened to when i was 13/14 and i am a certified expert in this genre. i have a beginner's guide playlist which i'll cheekily plug here :-) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3OExljFrNZgOZEgygZkFhA?si=f7a97a3fd869492e

but if i had to recommend some specific artists from that playlist i would 100% recommend the go-betweens and robyn hitchcock. the former are an aussie indie group and the latter is a quirky british dude who sings about trains, cheese and cats. i never have anyone to talk to abt these 2 artists so give em a listen and lmk what you think !!

some starting songs for u: go-betweens: love goes on, was there anything i could do, spring rain, cattle and cane, bye bye pride robyn hitchcock: so you think you're in love, if you were a priest, flesh number one (beatle dennis), i feel beautiful, my wife and my dead wife

while we're on the topic of indie rock/pop, if u haven't checked out bands from the dunedin sound yet i would highly recommend !! my faves are the chills, the clean & the bats. the whole dunedin sound is post-punk inspired and a bit more homemade in its sound - i'll link another playlist (not my own but a great starting point that got me into it too !!) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0qJGjUouZATPL5shPWpTgj?si=a0c0d1ecab2d41c7

for general punk stuff, my favourite bands are probably the jam and the stranglers whom i'm sure u already know heaps about :-) the stranglers are far more underrated though & i love the black and white album sm <3 also the minutemen !!! i love their album double nickels on the dime, especially the song viet nam. what a certified banger

and lastly some post punk/new wave stuff i've been into recently - my friend rec'd me the song second skin by the chameleons and it is SO good !! idk much abt the chameleons but he's really into the manchester/post punk scene and his recs never miss tbh. i've also been getting into the the lately - this is the day and uncertain smile are constantly on repeat in my household atm

thank u again for the ask !!!! it always makes my day to talk abt music w people and rec stuff :-) i'm so glad my blog has given you some cool stuff to listen to <333