#i’m so sorry anon i think i completely missed the point of your ask _(:3 」∠)_

[dovesdreaming]

PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU FOR ETHAN MORGAN X VAMP!READER FICS THERE ARE LITERALLY NO ETHAN FICS I HAVEN'T READ I WILL GIVE YOU MY LIFE AND SOUL 🙏🙏🙏 -🩻

Teeth marks

My first emoji anon hiii!! Thank you so much for your request!! I loved writing this and I’m sorry for the wait. This also isn’t as long as I wanted it to be so when I get time I will write more headcanons for this dynamic!! <3

not proofread sorry

Warnings: none

You had recently been turned into a vampire. While it had its perks it did mean that you were now immortal and it all felt a little daunting, especially when you had to keep everything a secret.

Everything had been going fine, you had been managing to hunt at night so no one saw you and it had been working. Key word being had. This was because tonight while you were hunting small animals you were found by the one and only Rory. You wouldn’t say you were friends, you had only spoken a few times in class to swap answers but now he had seen you sucking the blood from the neck of a squirrel. That was irreparable damage to any future friendship aspects. Or so you thought. You had thought many things, your thoughts racing as he might tell the whole town and you would have to flee but all he did was grin. He got super excited and started rambling about how cool this was. You missed the majority of what he was saying from the shock of his reaction and when you finally tuned back into what he was saying you heard “you’re a vampire too!”. You finally dropped the squirrel and stood up, slowly walking towards him. “You mean you’re a vampire aswell?” You asked Rory with a very confused look. “Of course, Erica and Sarah are too”. You couldn’t believe there were more, you had been suffering this whole time with so many people like you close by.

After your encounter Rory introduced you to the rest of the friend group and they immediately accepted you. Benny and Ethan being the only non vampires of the group were slightly cautious as they didn’t know your tolerance for the smell of blood yet. They quickly warmed up to you though when they saw you could handle yourself better than Rory and Erica.

You took a special liking to Ethan, you found it cute how he got slightly nervous around you. Stumbling over his words slightly. You loved to tease him to make it worse. You did however also befriend him and become close to him. He understood some of your worries about being a vampire (hearing the same worries from Sarah and the others) and he listened to al your other concerns. You were each others confidants. You grew closer until the point where your feelings for each other were undeniable to even yourselves. Ethan would take a while to admit his feelings so you probably ended up beating him to confessing them. Ethan doesn’t mind you being a vampire but he does worry for your safety even if you could handle yourself. He would hate to think of a future where you were still young and he was getting older, would probably consider turning into a vampire for you. Whether he went through with it though is another thing.

Headcanons:

-He completely trusts you around him and doesn’t feel threatened even if you have your teeth out around him. He also feels bad that you’re stuck with someone with such irresistible blood to a vampire.

-he only gets nervous around your teeth if you bring them out while play fighting or cuddling. He doesn’t feel threatened he’s just scared of the power they hold.

-would try his best to help you with any of your cravings, may even offer some of his blood but you would always refuse.

-would be so caring towards you and would always stick up for you in any situation. Especially if you were fighting the weekly problem and they went after you.

-would try and find a spell in bennys book or some cure for you as he knew it troubled you at times. Would never pressure you into anything like that though

-he always felt protected when you were by his side and he hoped you could feel the same when he was close by even if he didn’t hold half the power you did

-would ask advice about vampire stuff from Sarah and would listen to everything she said

-would be in complete awe of you at all times.

-he found you so hot when you used your powers against any supernatural being

-would research and look through ALL the pages of google on vampires to just find everything out about you

-he would trace his fingers gently over the teeth marks on your neck. Occasionally softly kissing them.

-would never judge you in any shape or form

-would just genuinely love you and wouldn’t care that your slightly different from the average person. Would face any challenges along the way with you and stay by your side.

Thank you for reading!!

[moonsaver]

Hi! It’s @pix3lplays! (On anon because I have another account and I can’t switch which account I’m asking from haha)

I wanted to say thanks for being so nice when I responded to your comment on one of my posts~I really appreciated what you said hehe, definitely made me feel bit more confident and inspired me to keep writing :)

So I thought I’d throw an ask out since requests are open~

If you’re not interested no problem but I’ve thought about it a little and I thought maybe you’d have some thoughts.

Yandere!Sunday when his darling somehow gets seriously hurt, how do you think he’d feel, what would he do?

Personally I think he’s a complete control freak already when it comes to reader, so it just gets WORSE…ANYWAYS I wanna hear YOUR thoughts if you’re interested in the prompt hehe~ also if you’ve already talked about this oops I must’ve missed it, sorry in advance-

But yeah thanks so much, it was really cool to talk to you, take care of yourself, please!!

Hello Pixel! Thank you for sending in this ask, you're very sweet haha <3 i like your writing and im glad i helped you become more confident in it. Also,same issue here, i cant send asks from this account specifically, so i use anon or just use my personal blog to send asks.

Anyways, onto the request,

Ooh, my Yan!Sunday brain is ticking.. he really is an absolute control freak, and is a bit of a mess when he sees you seriously injured. A miscalculation, ignorance, negligence, or perhaps just.. an oversight from his part? Whatever the reason is, he's in high-drive now, and absolutely stressed about it. He only has a worried and distant look on his face, and at this stage he's prone to easily snapping at anyone, but his mind would be on a completely different level of stress. How dare they? How dare anyone lay a filthy inch of a finger on you? To stain you with their sins, and to breach your skin in such a grotesque manner.. he's absolutely enraged.

He insists on tending to you himself personally, unless it's so serious paramedics have to be involved. Stays by your side until he cant, sitting on the egde of the bed, body turned halfway to face you, fingers ghosting the edge of your face with tenderness.

However, this tenderness is only limited to your recovery period.

After you wake up or recover a bit, practically any freedom you would have had is gone. Completely.

Scolds you, borderline yells at you, holds you still with a deathly tight grip on your arms, forcing you to look into his eyes. This happened because you left. This happened because you were out of his watch. This all happened because of your freedom. Don't you dare even bother mentioning going out anywhere. You will be surveillanced almost all the time. He spends a suffocating amount of time next to you, harshly spitting back whenever you try to protest or reason with him. His words aren't gentle at all, and you're getting on his nerves. Perhaps he should just look over you himself, force you into a borderline coma in the dream fluid, and deal swiftly with the perpetrators.

Robin catches wind of this at some point.. she tells you that he's just worried, and there's a lot of people that don't quite hold The Family in high regards. Just.. its okay. Let him do this.

Let him pick out your clothes, brush your hair, check your healing wounds, gently ebb the water over them as you bathe, and kiss the skin of your shoulder when both of you stay silent after another argument.

If you still continue arguing.. he doesn't have a choice. He slumps a bit, a hand coming up to massage his temple as he sighs, and tells you in a softer voice that he's terrified. The worst thing that could happen did happen. He almost lost you. Can't you just go with it and let him be assured? You're dragging it out much more than it needs to be. He's spent many sleepless nights, ideas of dreamscapes turning into nightmares as the image of your hurt face flashes in his mind. Just cooperate, for Aeons' sake.

And no one speaks after that. He emotionally blackmails and manipulates you as a sort of final resort. Surely, you'd understand. It's not like it's far from the truth anyway. He is scared. But more than that, he's enraged this happened in the first place.

Adding on more to it,

Once things calm down.. in a twisted sort of way, he realizes just how perfectly he can get you under his complete control from these events. He may even not so subtly orchestrate similar events to scare you, to keep you in check, forcing you to rely on him completely, as he swoops in at the right time, acting as some kind of a "savior". Its a sick mindset, and he's not ashamed of it. Oh dear, you were just so pleasantly compliant after that event. And it just solidifies his statement that you shouldn't be going outside anymore, or be constantly accompanied by the Bloodhound Family guards, after only a few incidents of various threat levels.

In the end, it's a cycle that repeats up until you finally give in and let him take any and all freedom you have. He sets down your hairbrush with a gentle 'clack', kisses the crown of your head, and tells you it's alright. He will take such good care of you. Just listen to him. Listen to his every word. He has your best intentions in mind. Don't think about anything, anyone. You're a smart girl, surely you understand?

[fanboyzuko]

Helloooo!

In LTF, we never really saw Kavi telling stories about Lu Ten, especially about the nature of their relationship. Does Zuko ever suspect anything? Are there any cute moments about this? Thank youuuuu <333

Oh anon. This got away from me haha. I didn't end up sharing any new Lu Ten and Kavi stories, but I hope this satisfies you <3

(realized once i finished that this is set after the next three chapters that haven't been posted yet haha. It's fine ;P)

Filling LTF prompts for the New Year!

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For a while now, Zuko had been working off the idea that Lu Ten was to Kavi as Akari was to Yangchen. They had been childhood friends and shared a deep bond that developed into romantic love. The way Kavi spoke about Lu Ten, well, it was exactly how Zuko heard Yangchen’s voice in his head when he read her words. But here’s the thing, Kavi had never said anything on the matter. 

So when the usual gang bombarded Zuko with questions about the nature of Kavi and Jae’s relationship when he sat down for dinner, he was completely blind sided and stupidly signed, “I thought Kavi was with my cousin.”

Awkward silence and stillness followed his dumb statement.

It was Amphon who broke the silence with a whine as she dragged her hands down her face, “Oh my god, I cannot believe I completely missed that.”

Yan slammed his hands on the table, then quickly raised them to sign with his spoken words, “No, no, it’s fine! There’s still a chance he and Jae sparked something recently!”

“The bet is still on!” Souta said in support.

“I think it’s cheating to ask Zuko,” Raju signed, much less reticent since becoming proficient in sign language. “He knows them on a more personal level, case in point.”

Chanda nodded. “Kavi rarely shares really personal stories here, most of them are in private with Zuko. So it makes sense you all wouldn’t have noticed. Not that it’s any of our damned business.”

“I’m sorry, am I the only one doubting that Zuko picked up on a romance no one else did?” Ye-jun interjected in disbelief.

That had everyone pausing in contemplation, a long enough pause for Zuko to decide he was offended by their reaction. 

“What is that supposed to mean? I knew Akari and Yangchen were a thing even before Yangchen wrote about their first kiss! I don’t like love stories, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid!” With a huff, he finally sat down and glared down everyone at the table. “Regardless, we shouldn’t be gossiping about his private life, let alone making bets. This better be the last I hear of this.”

While Chanda nodded in agreement and the rest of them looked properly chastised, Ye-jun leaned forward with his chin in his hands, fluttering his eyelashes in an obnoxious way he claimed was cute. “But you’re going to ask for confirmation and let us know, right?”

“Absolutely not!” Zuko said like a liar.

Because after dinner, he and Kavi met on the deck for a light spar. They usually cooled off by chatting in the relative privacy of the bow of the deck as they maintained their swords. Rather than letting the conversation flow naturally, Zuko fixed Kavi with a focused stare, sword maintenance kit untouched. 

“Were you and Lu Ten together romantically?” He paused as a horrid realization hit him. “Wait, was it a secret?!”

Kavi was only momentarily surprised, then shook his head with a soft laugh. “Yes, we were. Sorry, I guess I never really explicitly said so, huh? It wasn’t a secret per se, at least not until we joined the siege. Even then, it was an open secret among our units. No, your uncle never knew, but it’s fine if you’ve said something. It doesn’t change anything now.”

Trust Kavi to not only answer Zuko’s questions, but predict and resolve his follow up questions in one fell swoop. There was just one more thing Zuko had thought he was secure in assuming, and now was better than ever to find out if he was being delusional or not…

“Uh, so, even if you guys never got married or anything. I don’t even know if you wanted to some day. But- um.” Zuko fidgeted with the binding of his sword handle, a bad habit that Kavi and Master Piandao tried and failed to get him to stop. “Since Lu Ten was more a big brother than a cousin, I’ve been- well, thinking of you as a brother-in-law of sorts. I can stop, of course, if that makes you uncomfortable or-”

A tight hug cut off Zuko’s nervous word vomit. For all their closeness the past year, Zuko didn’t think Kavi ever hugged him before. His arms were warm and solid, not a trace of lingering weakness from his recovery. Zuko couldn’t remember the last time he was hugged. Maybe when Bun Ma left…

It was nice, but he hesitated too long to return it, so Kavi pulled away sooner than Zuko would have liked. But his hands remained on Zuko’s shoulders as he smiled a blinding smile.

“Of course you’re my little brother, no matter how long it's been, no matter we never could formally merge families. You’re my butterbee as much as his.”

Zuko matched his smile, heart full. “I usually don’t care about love stories, but, I’d like to hear about yours, if you’d like to share.”

Kavi laughed as he leaned back, taking his warmth with him. “Honestly, that’s why I didn’t talk more about us. I’ve heard your tirades against Yangchen’s sappy anecdotes.”

“W-well that’s because there’s only so many words and there’s more exciting things to read than how cute or pretty or funny Akari was! It’s not that I hate hearing about love stories or anything!”

After allowing more teasing he usually would, in honor of their solidified brotherhood, Zuko huffed and demanded a story before they turned in for the night. Kavi easily agreed and almost started when Zuko remembered what started this whole thing to begin with.

“Hey! Did you know the crew is betting whether or not you and Jae are romantically involved? Are you?”

“No, we aren’t.” Kavi smirked and winked. “And don’t tell your friends. We’ve been messing with the crew since the betting pool started.”

Zuko snorted and shook his head. “Alright, good. I mean, uh, not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course, you don’t have to be married to Lu Ten’s memory or anything. But I was going to be upset if you two were a thing and were hiding it from me.”

Laughing, Kavi threw his arm over Zuko’s shoulder and pulled him into a half embrace. “I wouldn’t dare keep such a secret from my little brother!”

As he started his story about him and Lu Ten getting together, Kavi kept his arm around Zuko. Ever so slowly, Zuko relaxed against him. It was nice having a big brother again.

[wh0re4women]

Hey!

I've had a script in my head for a while now that I think would fit well with the character of larissa (I've always seen her as such a caring and very comfort person). So, I would like to ask you if you would like to write something short with a reader who, overwhelmed by emotions (especially negative ones), escapes into isolation and being non-verbal? I have been plagued by similar 'symptoms' lately and would love to read something like this...If you are comfortable writing something like this of course!

Sending much love 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Don’t Shut Me Out. (Larissa Weems X Reader.) SFW.

Warnings: some negative thoughts. comfort fic !

Thank you for this anon. <3 i hope i did it justice. sorry it took a few days, i hope you’re feeling better. <3

You didn’t know exactly when it happened, you just knew it happened fast. One minute you were ranting about something frustrating that had happened during your day, and the next you couldn’t even find the energy to speak. You scurried out of Larissa’s office that day in a panic, leaving your girlfriend worried and confused.

That was three days ago. Which also happened to be the last time you’d seen Larissa.

You’d been dating the beautiful blonde for just five months — hardly enough time for her to see you like this.

You wanted to keep it that way.

Larissa did not.

The poor Principal was in a shambolic state the entire seventy-two hours that you were missing. She couldn’t help but feel nauseas with concern, especially when she’d wandered towards your dorm the same night that the incident had occurred and she couldn’t get ahold of you no matter how hard she tried.

If you hadn’t been completely plagued by negative emotions the past few days, maybe you would’ve found enough clearance to simply text Larissa and explain what had happened. However, in your irrational state of mind, there was obviously a lack of rational thoughts circling around to lead you to that point.

Your single dorm was a god-send for you in times like these. And as you sat cross-legged on your plush bed, the duvet scrunched up behind you mindlessly, your hand frantically spilled ink onto the blank pages of your notebook, decorating it with words that you couldn’t manage to speak out loud.

There was a creaking of wood outside of your door, followed by a whisper of a curse word. Your head shot up at the sound, the colour draining from your face.

“[y/n]?”

It was Larissa. Of course. Who else would care enough to check on you every hour on the hour? You sighed, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as anxiety riddled you.

Why did she even care so much? You weren’t worth it. Surely the Principal had better things to do. In fact, she was probably here to break up with you. After all, you’d treated her so unfairly.

“Darling? Sweetheart, I’m opening the door,” Larissa’s voice wavered. She sounded so frightened. “I have the master key.”

You whimpered at the sound of that, knowing that there was nothing you could do to stop the tall blonde from finding you in the helpless state that you were in. It was time to face the embarrassment.

You snapped your notebook closed at the same time that Larissa twisted the key into the door, immediately swinging it open in panic.

“Oh, thank Goodness!” The tall blonde exclaimed, taking in your very much alive form. Relief flushed over the red-lipped woman as she kicked the door closed with her heel, rushing over to you immediately.

You couldn’t have wanted the ground to swallow you more.

“Hang on,” Larissa stopped in her tracks right as she was about to reach the foot of your bed. You were wide eyed, nervous, scared. “What happened, darling? I’ve been sick to my stomach, worrying about you every second of every waking moment.”

You shrugged hesitantly. Larissa’s eyebrows rose together in disbelief. She hadn’t seen you in days — she imagined finding your lifeless body in your dorm, and all you could do was shrug?

“Darling, I don’t want to seem angry but I need you to explain yourself,” the Principal told you in all seriousness. Understandably, the tall blonde was getting quite frustrated. She wanted to scold you for going missing in action, but she knew there was a good enough reason as to why you would hide out in your room. She reminded herself to be patient and understanding.

You avoided eye contact with Larissa as if your life depended on it, picking at the corners of your journal like it was the most interesting thing you’d ever seen.

Larissa sighed. She slid out of her coat, smoothing out her skirt before sauntering over to where you were perched, gently sitting down on the edge of the bed and reaching for your hand. You finally looked up into her beautiful blue eyes, finding only concern and confusion.

“I love you, you know that?” Larissa softly spoke, caressing her thumb over your hand. You felt tears well into your eyes.

She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t here to break up with you.

You were safe.

Larissa could tell that you weren’t feeling your best. The sadness and guilt was practically seeping out of you. She looked down into your lap, catching her eye on the book you’d been scribbling in, “What’s this?” She smiled gently at you, trying to ease you out of your shell.

Your eyes darted down to the item, and it was like a lightbulb had appeared above your head and lit up the room. You jumped upright, grabbing at the notebook and snatching your pen up before jotting down a few sentences.

Larissa, surprised as ever, watched you with amusement in her eyes. She rested a warm hand on one of your knees for comfort, waiting patiently until you were done. And once you’d flipped the book over, explaining in a few short words exactly what had happened, the puzzle pieces fell together and everything made sense once again.

Larissa couldn’t help herself; she cooed softly in pity before scooping you into her arms and cradling you tightly, never wanting to let go.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” the blonde kissed your head, “I’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way, all alone. I’m sorry I didn’t step in sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t put two and two together.”

You shook your head, refusing to have her feel guilty for something she never caused or had any part of. Your hand fisted into her shirt and you nestled your head into the crook of her neck, breathing in her perfume.

Larissa softly smiled, one hand beginning to rub circles on your back, “I’m here, darling. You’re safe,” the blonde shushed you gently, “I understand now, [y/n]. There’s no pressure to speak… But please don’t shut me out again, darling. We can do this together.”

Your eyes fluttered closed in the comfort of her voice. With how terrible you’d been feeling, you and Larissa both soon realised that you hadn’t been sleeping properly. The tall blonde continued her ministrations, now rocking you in attempt to soothe you to sleep.

And no matter how many times you were pulled out of slumber, Larissa was there, whispering sweet nothings and making sure you never once left the warmth of her arms. She understood you, even without words.

When you fully woke hours later, the tall blonde brought you snacks and water. She relaxed back against the headboard, gazing into your eyes lovingly as you curled into her side.

As you looked down, you noticed Larissa had brought her own notebook and pen — a simple ‘I love you’ written on a blank page.

[asteracaea]

Hello! This ask is way too long, I apologize 🥲

This is about your post regarding the albatross, and @bettyshoweduptotheparty’s addition (I wanted to send this ask to both of you but I prefer being anonymous, sorry I’m shy); if either of you (or anyone else) want to talk about this song, please do, here’s your excuse to do it. Mainly 2 things I wanted to talk about / ask.

1. So, I didn’t know the original line from romeo and juliet, and I hadn’t understood the line “a rose by any other name is a scandal”, and now I’m wondering if the reason I don’t understand many lyrics is that I’m missing the reference. I’m sure it wouldn’t be the only reason, my interpretation skills are rather limited, but I would love to find out. So if anyone wants to make a list off the top of their head of taylor lyrics that reference something, I would love that so much. If anyone would like to do it, please include the obvious ones, good chance of me not knowing it (wish I could blame it on english not being my first language but, again, probably not the only reason). But anything from english literature, and references to popular sayings, I probably won’t know even if it seems obvious. Of course this would be an extremely long list and very time consuming to make, that’s why I’m asking if anyone can add some that they remember off the top of their head. I would absolutely not oppose if someone wanted to make a complete list, though.

2. After gaining some insight on the rose line, I wanted to understand it in the context of the song etc etc and once again my (lack of) interpretation skills are failing me, so if anyone can help me out with the meaning of some other lyrics in this song. “Wild winds are death to the candle”, I figure it’s a popular saying (like “one bad seed kills the garden” in the next part), but I don’t really understand what point it’s trying to make. Next we have “one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen”, “only liquor anoints you”, and the one I’d like to know the most: “devils that you know raise worse hell than a stranger”. Also the whole bridge (😭 look, I said the interpretation skills were poor) “and when that that sky rains fire on you, and you’re persona non grata, I’ll tell you how I’ve been there too, and that none of it matters”.

Okay, I guess this is it, I’m sorry it’s so long, I really won’t hold it against you if you just delete it.

Goodbye <3

oh dear sweet anon, your ask is not too long and i am very happy to respond! i'm sure @bettyshoweduptotheparty will be as well! thank you for writing!

taylor references so many things in her lyrics, and they often have multiple layers and interpretations, and that's what makes it so fun for me to contemplate and discuss them - i'm always discovering new meanings, even years down the road! and our wonderful brilliant mutuals here on tumblr are constantly discovering new meanings and drawing parallels that really deepen and enrich my experience of taylor's songs. i've been here 4 years now and i won't be leaving because i'm constantly learning about linguistics and art and symbolism and (lgbtq) history.

her music is amazing because it can be enjoyed on a surface level of fun and beautiful music, but you can also dive down the rabbit hole and learn things that are so much more complex and nuanced and universal than just what people she's dated or who she's writing about. imo, she is so much more brilliant than most people realize rn. it's funny because she's like the most popular successful beloved artist in history and yet i don't think most people even begin to know how brilliant she is, or appreciate the art she's been making!

i'm not sure if a comprehensive list of references exists yet, but that's definitely something i would love to do someday! can you imagine the tome... but i think tumblr is a living evolving compilation of references like that. taylor herself has said that she puts easter eggs into her art that people won't understand for years (as we have seen with things in rep, now knowing her conflicts with BMR and SB) and things about her private life that we cannot know now that she may or may not share with the world at a later date.

but i think you may be asking about literary and idiom/phrase/language poetical references? some people may have already created masterposts and analyses of individual songs and lyrics, and if anyone has or knows of any offhand please send them my way and i'll reblog them! but yeah, we're all collectively constantly finding new references which is why i can never leave this hellsite 😂 i'm constantly learning! and especially with this heavily poetic and linguistically dense new album, i'm sure we'll be mining it for YEARS! and that is just so fun and exciting and beautiful to me.

i hope i didn't go off on too many tangents! and you've inspired me to want to start an intensive comprehensive analysis of ttpd and all her music! so yeah in conclusión, that's a great goal, to make a compilation!

[deus-ex-mona]

genuinely wondering - why do you think the narumi scenes in ep 6 were ooc? (the sena scene in particular was pretty short, I didn't think there was much to say about it)

oh man, do i have ✨opinions✨ about this👀

gonna slip in a cut here because of spoilers for the hiyoko anime and some fairly unpopular (and weirdly articulated) hot takes lol—

aightt so—

my main issue with the narumi scenes in ep 6 is that it’s blatant viewer fanservice (especially for prior fans of the cec series who already know who sena and mona are). in my opinion, the scenes pretty much contributed ✨absolutely nothing✨ to the plot, aside from damaging hiyoko’s self-esteem (with regards to her “i can’t be cute :(” complex) in 4k hd.

the sena scene by itself was fairly okay, though pointless plot-wise, as she was literally just made to be there in order to be her usual cute self in front of hiyoko. would taking the scene out have changed anything in the plot? probably not, as sena could’ve just made a cute cameo in the magazines that hiyoko read later on in the episode (like yumeru did). and that’s really my only issue with the sena scene, especially since hiyoko didn’t join the dots between the sisters when mona introduced herself by her full name. hiyoko doesn’t even think “damn, i just saw a girl who looks like her, with the same last name as her, a short while back👀”, which is pretty dense, but okay—

now, mona.

maybe i’ve just been too spoiled by other non-anime mona content (e.g. the watashi, idol sengen manga + honeypre event stories + mona’s pvs) that mona’s personality in that scene seemed really off to me. her interaction with hiyoko during that crepe date seemed really awkward to me?

to be fair, hiyoko was also rather weird in that scene. she looked at mona, all but went “damn, you cute, no wonder why guys hit on you”, and talked about her cuteness complex in true tmi fashion. their entire interaction just screamed “i am totally a human and i can totally socialise with this fellow human” to me, at least.

like, i can sorta understand mona responding to hiyoko’s self-deprecating rant with a “yeah, i understand how you feel. big mood, can relate. let’s be heroines together!”, but the scene just felt rather weird after that, especially with the mutually exchanged “i like you”s. i can’t really describe this weird feeling i got from it. it’s as though the creators were trying to make a (somewhat pointless) scene cute just for the sake of being cute. sure, the scene was objectively cute, but it pretty much left me going #notmymona—

though all of that would have been well and good if it any of it was actually relevant to the plot, like if maybe some flashbacks to the scene played out/if spontaneous references to it happened (like if hiyoko went “hey my new friend also said that i can be a heroine! i’m glad i have your support too!” when aiyuu were giving her that heroine peptalk, or if hiyoko just-so-happened to recall mona’s words of “i think you can become a heroine” when nagisa told her that she was always his heroine and goes “damn, that girl was right”), but the scenes are never ever mentioned again? there’s still time for that to change in the next 3 episodes though, but i still have my doubts, especially since…

…nagisa himself is never mentioned again after episode 7??? like suddenly all of that “👀👀damn where your bf at👀👀” teasing rapport that aiyuu and hiyoko had built up over those 2 nagisa episodes completely evaporated? like yoooooo hiyoko anime what are you doing? he’s never even mentioned in casual conversation across episodes 8 and 9 (episode 10 pls change this trend i’m begging), even though aiyuu just spent the entirety of episode 7 teasing hiyoko relentlessly about nagisa? like damn, do they only make fun of hiyoko about nagisa when he’s in tokyo? even though they always make fun of her for other things all the time? how flaky.

what was i supposed to be talking about again… oh right, the narumi sisters in the hiyoko anime.

in any case, to me, the plot of the anime seems to be different separate chunks of scenes haphazardly spliced together. like, there seems to be some kind of disjointment between the scenes, even within the same episode, as though there’s barely any flow to it?

episode 6 is pretty much my best example of that. [it opens with the repaint photoshoot + that “yaaa no, i have no interest in you dawgs” thing in the shower, which is never brought up again.] [then the nagisa call, which, coolio, it makes for a decent linking scene.] [then there are random timeskips/scene jumps to juri, and then hina, which… okay.] [then the sena scene, which is never mentioned again.] [and then the mona scene, which is also never mentioned again.] [and then more nagisa references happen as heroine ikusei keikaku takes place as the last section of scenes for the episode.] like… i think that the fact that all of the scenes can even be separated like this is a little… weird?

i dunno man, i feel like i’ll detract even further from the point of the original ask into a whole bunch of “??? moments” about the hiyoko anime if i carry on…

this turned out to be a very incoherent rant i’m so sorry!!!!!!

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 37

anon - i propose a 'who can solve a rubik's cube faster' contest between steven and casper because we need them to bond !

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anon - yall so what if

Hear me out

Y/n sees someone in trouble, but it's CASPER! And she goes out without Marc's permission and saves him, and when she comes back Marc is just sitting there watching the news and he looks over to her and he looks worried and sees Casper kinda just sitting there and he tends to both of them and Casper just kinda breaks the silence and goes "so..how what's your day?-" "what were you thinking y/n?" It's steven now and they kinda have a small argument and Casper goes "CHILDREN CHILDREN!! sorry sir but she SAVED me and you're getting mad at her for it?" Also why am I writing an entire fic idk😭

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anon - guys what if when y/n and Casper have their second ACTUAL kiss Marc makes a gross gagging noise and we're like "oh shit I didn't know you were there"

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@spideyscottage - okay but idea- baby scarab going on a date with casper and marc and layla are spying on them the whole time

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A/N : casper and y/n on their first official date :)))

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : this one was so much fun to write ngl

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, mentions of power failure, casper bonding with your dads, suggestive(? like almost making out but not really??), marc being a sneaky little bitch, getting shot (guns and violence) let me know if i missed anything

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today was your date with casper.

it’s not a fancy date and you’re happy with that, since neither of you are too fond of crowds.

you’d rather it just be you and him.

he had texted you as promised, and you had planned to get ice cream at this place down the road from his house, then go back and watch some movies with him.

it sounded perfect to you.

plus you wouldn’t be interrupted since his mom and sister were visiting family out of town, and his dad was out for a business trip.

and no, you’re not going to take advantage of the fact you’ll be completely alone with him, or take advantage of casper himself.

it was just that you’ve been interrupted a lot.

that’s all.

you had made sure to knock and wait for marc to open the door, no doubt that he was still fronting.

you heard hushed whispers and a thud before rushed footsteps come to the door before it opens, revealing marc, and you immediately notice his messy hair and the fact that his shirt is inside out.

you send him a tight lipped smile and lean on the doorframe. “did you guys actually..” you trail off, and when marc didn’t answer you gave him a disgusted look.

“dude i’m never sitting on that couch ever again” you mumble, peaking in and seeing the kittens eating their breakfast.

marc blocks you from looking in, and raises an eyebrow.

“do you want me to get you your pop tarts?” he asks and you make a face.

“why can’t i come in?” you ask suspiciously.

marc avoids eye contact with you, and begrudgingly shakes his head, which makes you smile.

“why not?” you press cheekily hoping he’ll give you an answer, but marc just gives you a look.

“steven?” you call out, knowing he would crack under pressure.

“they fondued. marc i’m so sorry” he admits and apologizes, marc running a hand down his face.

you snort and push yourself off the doorframe.

“please clean up in there” you start, marc distractedly nodding.

“also i might be home late” you trail off, marc giving you a confused look.

“but you don’t have work” he points out and you nod.

“i’m.. i’m uh..” you try to find the words.

“spit it out, y/n” you hear jake and you take a breath before doing so.

“casper asked me out” you start, getting surprised murmurs from all the guys. 

“so i’m.. that’s what i’m doing today” you look down and fiddle with a loose string on your sleeve.

you hear marc sigh and you look back up at him. “i know i can’t stop you.” he starts and you nod.

“just.. just at least text us every once and a while” a smile forms on your face and you nod excitedly.

“i will, i promise” you let out a breath and marc sighs again.

“awww, she’s going out on her first date” steven gushes and you groan.

“stay safe” jake tells you.

“i will”

and that was that. you said your goodbyes, and marc had to go anyways to.. clean up the place.

they all knew that this was going to happen at some point.

they fear the future, being honest.

they don’t want to let you go. meaning, they wish they could’ve somehow been there your whole life so that they had more time with you.

but nothing can change the past.

but they can at least make sure you’re okay in the present and make sure you have a good future.

~~~

you met casper where you said you would, it now being around noon.

the ice cream place you were at wasn’t very popular, and it was near a park so it would be smooth sailing.

and little did you know that marc knew exactly where you were.

of course he followed you like the creep he is.

with layla too.

they were in their suits while following you on the rooftops.

jake and steven tried to convince him to leave you be, but marc insisted. he claims that this will be the only time. just to make sure that you’re safe.

casper doesn’t exactly know your whole situation with the ‘three dads in one body’ thing.

which is why this date would be a good time to explain.

“you didn’t have to pay, i have money” you tell casper, poking your ice cream with a spoon from the bowl it was in.

“and i already told you, i want this to be the best day ever, so don’t worry about a single thing” he reminds you.

you chuckle and walk with him down the sidewalk, both of you eating your ice cream along the way.

you feel a ringing in your head and turn around, seeing just regular people walking about.

“you okay?” casper asks and you nod, turning back to walk with him again.

“is it the tingle?” he whispers and you make a face.

“don’t say tingle. and yes, but there wasn’t anything there” you start. “i mean my webs were being weird yesterday, maybe my senses are going haywire” you suggest and casper shrugs.

“just don’t push yourself” casper warns, both of you speaking in hushed voices.

“i won’t, let’s just talk about something else” you shake your head and casper perks up immediately.

“there’s actually something i’ve been meaning to ask you” he starts, and you gesture for him to keep going.

“it’s about… steven. or is it marc?” he says confused and you hum.

“it’s a long story, but basically they are three different people in one body”

“what?”

“yeah”

casper takes a second to take a bite of his ice cream.

“doesn’t it get confusing knowing who’s who?”

“not really, steven has a british accent, while marc sounds american. and jake has this new york thing going on. he knows spanish” you nod to yourself, casper humming in thought.

“so i’ve met all of them then” he murmurs and you nod.

“wait- so that means moon knight and mr knight are the same guy?” he asks and you shake your head.

“marc is moon knight, and steven is mr knight. jake doesn’t do much for the public to see” you inform him and he nods.

“any more questions?”

“no”

“well, i have one then”

“and what is it?” casper wonders and you bite your lip, wondering if you should go through with it.

“can i get a taste of your ice cream” you start, casper blinking a few times before you continue.

“you don’t have to, it was just-“

“sure” he answers quietly and you quickly pull on his collar, yanking him over to peck his lips before pulling back.

he stops walking to stare at you, who had also stopped and licked your lips.

“good choice” you tell casper, starting to walk again, leaving him to catch up.

but before he could there was a loud bang, and then a few scared yells coming from behind you.

you set your bowl of ice cream on top of a garbage can, then look to casper who was inching towards you slowly, and doing the same with his ice cream.

the source of the loud crash was another car accident, and you saw about a dozen people dressed in identical black suits,  all having giant guns in their hands while pointing them at civilians.

“shit” you mutter, taking casper’s arm and leading him behind a tree.

“stay here, please don’t come out” you plead, looking around the tree to make sure nobody saw you.

casper looked startled, but shook his head.

“is there any way i can help?-“

“you can help by staying here. safe and hidden” you say and he hesitantly nods.

“khonshu, come on in need the suit” you say into thin air, casper being confused and then shocked when a suit envelopes your body, and lastly your face.

you nod at him and run out from behind the tree, right towards the danger.

casper watched, peaking around the tree only in the slightest.

you shot a web out at a light pole, thankful they were working properly again, and swinging so that you could kick a guy in the back, knocking him over as you land on top of a car in your ‘fighting pose’.

the eleven people left turn to you, and open fire, making you flip back and take cover behind the car, then shooting a web out towards one of their faces, then pulling to make them fall to the ground, face first.

two down, ten to go.

you jump out again, doing the same web thing to three more of them, then swinging and kicking two down.

now there were only five left, yet you only saw four.

you figured you would worry later, and take down the four that were there.

they kept open firing at you, one of the bullets skimming your thigh, making you wince and press a hand into it while you shot a web out to the gun to take it, then throwing it back at the persons head to knock them out.

the other three, you reused moves you already did, taking them out in no time.

they were amateurs.

you went to find the last one, when your spidey senses went off.

and in the direction of where casper was too.

you basically sprinted the best you could with the wound you had on your thigh, and when you came to turn around to the tree, there they were.

the last guy, and he had casper in a chokehold, the gun at his temple.

you noticed that the guys sleeves were rolled up, granted having gloves on.

you saw a scale tattoo on his forearm, which made you gasp.

“just come with us and he doesn’t get hurt” he says in a gruff voice, pressing the gun harder into the side of casper’s head.

you take in a shaky breath. “fine. just let him go” you say shakily and capsers eyes widen.

“no-“ he gets shoved away and you keep your fighting stance.

the man points the gun to casper and your eyes widen, and without thinking, you leap out in front of him, your shoulder taking the bullet, and the man gets impaled with a crescent shaped piece of sharp metal, making him fall to the ground.

“oh my god! y/n, please-“ casper crouches down next to you, the mask coming off while your eyes find his.

“please say something!” casper exclaims, you putting a hand up to his shoulder.

“help me up, we have to go” you say hurriedly, casper nodding and doing so.

“you just got shot- oh my god” he murmurs to himself, hooking one of your arms over his shoulder, the non injured on of course.

“yeah, just.. just..” you trail off.

“we’re going to my place, i’ll help you- i- i can help you there” he stammers, and you start to smell a faint scent of salt.

“are you crying?” you ask as you both duck into an alley near his house.

“no but i might” he says honestly. “i just watched you get shot while saving my ass” he tells you, helping you up the fire escape.

he helps you into his unlocked window, thankful nobody is home.

“sit on the bed, i’ll be right back” he tells you, and the suit comes off, revealing your normal clothes again.

where the bullet grazed your thigh was bleeding, and of course your bullet wound was as well.

casper came back and winced at the sight, having a cup of water and washcloths in his hand, along with a single rubber glove.

“is the bullet still in there?” he asks and you nod, flexing your arm and instantly regretting it, as it sent a stinging pain down your arm.

“hey hey hey- just.. just relax i can.. i can fix it” he says shakily and you look at him with glossy eyes. 

“i’m sorry” you say quietly, and casper looks at you like you’re crazy.

“what? why on earth are you sorry?” he says offendedly, putting the glove on and moving to look at the bullet wound closer.

“i ruined our first date” you let out a breath and casper gives you a look.

“you saved me from getting shot, you didn’t ruin anything” caliper starts. “you could never, so don’t think that”

you gasp in pain as casper touches the small hole in your arm lightly, and apologizing before just sticking two of his fingers in it to try and reach the bullet.

you bit your lip to keep yourself from letting out pained groans, and clenching your fists to keep yourself from flinching away.

“i got it” he says, setting the bullet down on his nightstand, and opening it to get the alcohol he now kept in it.

“where did that crescent thing come from?” he asks you, distracting you from thinking about the alcohol soaked towel about to touch over your bullet wound.

“probably marc, that sneaky bitch” you start, casper snorting. “he probably followed us, that’s why my senses were being weird” you realize and groan.

as if on cue, there’s a tap on the window sill, freaking the both of you out, and turning to see marc of course, peaking in with a smile until he sees what’s going on.

“holy shit” he mutters, coming in through the window, while the suit disappeared, taking your face in his hands.

“i didn’t think you actually got shot, are you okay?!” he exclaims and you nod, gently taking his hands off you while caliper continued to clean up the bullet hole in your arm.

marc turns to casper with narrowed eyes. “does he know what he’s doing?” marc asks and casper nods, not taking his eyes off of the almost clean wound.

“i do, i’ve watched many tutorials to prepare for this, sir” he answers and you raise and eyebrow.

“so you’ve been waiting for me to be shot?” you ask cheekily and casper shoots up in surprise.

“nonono- i just-“

he’s cut off by you laughing. “still too easy” you mutter.

marc watched the whole thing with furrowed brows, watching as casper reached for the gauze and bandages, unraveling them and staring to wrap them around your arm.

“y/n” marc suddenly says in a stern voice, making you look to him slowly.

“..yes?”

“not to be ‘me’, but what the hell were you thinking? you should’ve waited for me to-“

“get away from layla?” steven continued in a cheeky tone, making you raise an eyebrow.

“layla forced him to let you handle it. she almost cut him a couple times” steven informs you and you hum while nodding.

“interesting” you say.

“can you.. can you hear them?” casper asks and you nod.

“we think it has something to do with my schizophrenia” you say and he nods, moving to look at your leg.

the moment he put his hand near your thigh, marc nudged his hand away and gave him a look.

“marc-“

“no, he’s done, i’ll take care of the rest” he mutters, casper taking a breath and handing marc the alcohol and the bandages.

“you’re lucky there’s no bullet in this one, or you’d be in so much trouble right now” marc tells you and you sigh.

“if i may, she saved me so maybe don’t be such a-“

“such a what?” marc cuts off casper and you stare at him, waiting for him to respond to marc.

“such a dick” he mutters and you start laughing.

“he’s right, in a way” you defend, taking casper’s hand in your own.

“watch it” marc points a finger in your face, making you look away.

“thank you” you say to casper, him nodding and rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

“anytime”

marc finished wrapping the bandage around your leg, and now that you were safe and not bleeding out, marc left the room to find a sink to wash his hands at, leaving you and casper.

“are you okay?” you ask him quietly and he stays silent.

“i didn’t mean to bring you into this- i- you must have been terrified- you had a gun to your head” you stutter and casper gives you a small smile to calm you.

“it was terrifying” he starts and you hold your breath. “but i knew you’d never let me get hurt. you’re the bravest person i’ve ever met” he says to you and you purse your lips, smiling back.

“i owe you ice cream” you chuckle, feeling both of you leaning closer to each other.

it wasn’t as slow as last time, this time knowing both of you wanted this.

you bring your non injured arm up and holding casper’s cheek in your hand, his moving up to your back to hold you close to him.

you were the one who finally closed the gap, your lips molding together like they were meant for each other.

you each separated to take a quick breath before moving even closer to deepen the kiss.

you ended up bringing your other arm up to wrap around him as well, his other hand brushing against your cheek.

your eyebrows furrowed, pressing your lips against his with more pressure than before, and then was when you felt his tongue poke at your bottom lip.

you were about to let it go further when you heard someone clear their throat from the outside of casper’s room, making you both jump apart.

it was steven, and you could tell by the way he was standing, and the way he was smiling at the both of you.

“how.. how long were you standing there..?” you ask him quietly.

“just a second, don’t worry” he answers and you sigh, casper avoiding looking at anyone.

you sit there awkwardly as well until steven- thank god- changes the subject.

“did you solve this?” steven asks casper, picking up the solved rubix cube off his desk.

casper shakes his head. “no, my sister did” he answers, the tense atmosphere fading away.

“are i’ve been practicing on this one though” casper continues, picking his other one up off his nightstand, right next to where a bloody bullet was.

“hm” steven hums, and you make a face, wondering what was going on in his head.

you get an idea all of a sudden, squeezing casper’s hand that was still in yours.

“you guys should have a competition, like who can solve a rubix cube the fastest” you offer, and both steven and casper chuckle.

“if you insist” steven says, handing you the solved rubix cube so that you could fairly mess it up so that the competition was fair.

you hand it back after turning and twisting in in every way you can, and looking between the two of them, casper slowly taking his hand out of yours after squeezing it one last time.

they both count down, sounding like nerds but effectively making you smile at the two, and then they both started to solve the colorful cubes.

~~~

it took half an hour until casper beat steven. not by a lot thought, because steven solved it five minuted after casper.

they called it a good game, and now casper was talking about how he’s never beat his sister in solving it.

which wasn’t surprising since allison absolutely killed those rubix cubes.

you didn’t know how she did it, but it’s impressive nonetheless.

you were glad steven and casper could meet officially and become ‘acquaintances’, dare you say ‘friend’.

they are both total nerds.

but you love your nerds.

love? well- you love steven because he’s basically your dad- but do you love casper?

you like him for sure, but you don’t think you’d say you loved him yet.

you needed more time.

this was only your first date after all- well before you got shot.

“arachnid strikes again” casper says out loud, reading a news article on his phone to you and steven.

“londons new spider hero, arachnid, takes down twelve armed men at noon today” he says and you smile.

“thanks to her, no casualties were reported and the twelve criminals were properly arrested” he finishes, turning his phone off and smiles at you.

“i told you you’d be a good hero” you hear jakes voice, turning to see that he was now fronting.

“thank you jake” you respond, and casper tilts his head.

“you were the one that named one of your cats, right? y/n told me you really like them” casper sparks conversation and jake raises an eyebrow.

“si” he says quickly and casper just smiles.

“he’s a cat mom” you tell casper and jake scoffs.

“she looked like a luna, so i named her luna” he says sternly and you nod.

“and it was.. marc? who named the other one?” casper asks and you nod.

“yeah, so we have luna and pedro” you snort, casper smiling.

“i could see that” he nods and you shake your head.

“see? pedro is a good name for our cat” marc says, granted casper can’t hear him.

“marc is happy you like it” you murmur, casper chuckling at your annoyed expression.

“well, i’m glad” he responds.

it was all light conversations from there on out.

marc and jake did end up talking to casper, and even admitted he wasn’t as bad as they thought.

you were all ‘i told you so’ this and ‘i told you so’ that.

they were all just happy that you had a good time overall with him.

and that you even had him in the first place.

when you had all first met, it was before casper.

you expressed- when you were comfortable- that you wished for anybody to just walk up and say ‘hey let’s be friends’ and that’s exactly what happened.

marc was skeptical, but got over it.

jake wasn’t around yet exactly, but back then if he could’ve given you a hug he would’ve.

they just want you to have the time of your life while you’re still young.

they didn’t have the best childhood, well, marc didn’t, and he was the most wanting you to do anything and everything you want.

except kissing people on the mouth.

he almost died of a heart attack is steven hadn’t fronted when you two were lip locked when he walked in.

it was sadly time to go, out the window of course and down the fire escape.

marc was fronting again, watching you as you said your hushed goodbyes with a worried casper.

“are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asks and you nod.

“i’ll see you, okay?” he nods at you and you smile, darting your eyes to marc for a second before taking casper’s jaw in your hands and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

he was surprised you would do this in front of marc, considering he threw a fit about it the last time.

marc decided to make fake gagging noises which made you separate from casper and glare at him.

“can you not?”

“can you not?”

you stick your tongue out at marc and turn back to casper for a second to wave and start your venture down the fire escape, leaving him with his thoughts.

and after you two left, casper totally didn’t do the thing where he shoved his face in his pillow while listening to live songs by himself.

he totally didn’t do that.

and neither did you.

you totally weren’t whipped for each other.

totally not.

according to marc, you weren’t.

to steven you were, and to jake, well- he was the silent observer.

and they totally didn’t tease you about it all night until you brought up the fact that marc and layla totally didn’t bone on the couch.

totally.

when all the chaos ended, marc debated calling layla over and telling you the news about something they had been talking about.

he ended up chickening out.

he couldn’t do it, not yet.

not until he was sure you’d say yes.

steven and jake knew you would, but decided to have marc ask you since he was the one you physically could say four simple words.

four simple words that he rehearsed in his head over and over.

patience is what steven and jake had.

and patience is all marc needed.

~~~

A/N : IM EARLY :D

this post explains why the chapter is so early, if youre interested, have a nice day guys :))

thank you for all the stuff in my inbox, you are all so chaotic and i love it!!! i love the little shorts you guys send they are so funny and cute <3

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anon asks: unhelpful answers edition!

1. I don’t use the hair binner, so I’m not sure how that works. I’ve always used Wardrobe Wrangler to bin hairs (and I don’t even fully know how to use that). But making elders keep their colors isn’t part of that process, as far as I know. What I always do, when recoloring a hair, is just give elders the same hair color texture as adults. That’s all! So if I was retexturing a hair (ignore the old texture, I grabbed one at random) all the textures inside the bodyshop project would look like this:

It sounds like you may have downloaded some hairs in which the recolorer has given elders a different gray texture. I have no idea how to fix this after the fact other than to make a bodyshop project of the hair and replace the gray textures with the color that the younger ages have (assuming the recolorer hasn’t also deleted the elder stage, which is a whole other can of worms). Someone else might know if there’s another way to do without making a new recolor, but I’ve always just done that. Sorry I couldn’t be of more help!

edit: oh my god i’m so dumb. you can just export the adult texture and import it over the gray one in SimPE!! again, this assumes that the recolorer did not completely delete the elder age, but yeah. there you go! i cannot believe i forgot about that lol.

2. My own! I’m still using human ones for the moment cuz I haven’t been able to decide which alien ones to default instead. I use 32, 42, 47 and 51 from my Kids In Technicolor set. If you want the exact ones that I'm using, here you go! These skew darker than Maxis’s default S1/S2/S3/S4 range, so if your skins are mostly geneticized in keeping with Maxis skintones, mine won’t fit well in your game. If you’re just interested in the textures that I use, not the specific shades, you could default some different shades from that set, which you can find in this sfs folder.

3. Hi anon! It is a default slider, yes, and it’s toward the back of the “Face” section, which is the first group of sliders. :)

Edit: if you are making sims in CAS, you won’t have that slider available and will need to get the Bodyshop Sliders for CAS mod. Sorry about that! I never make sims in CAS so I forgot that slider wasn’t there! Thanks to @kayleigh-83​ for pointing that out.

4. Alas, I have no idea how that mod works! Modding is completely beyond me. But it does work in my game, you just have to have it in your downloads. If it’s not working for you, you may have some sort of conflict, and may want to test it using the 50/50 method in CAS. Don’t forget to backup your neighborhood first, and restore it after you have finished 50/50ing!

5. I have no idea! :( There are tutorials on making accessories but I’ve never braved them. But this looks like a really good place to start, if you want to give it a try. :)

6. Hey anon! I assume you are the same anon who has asked for Lilac a couple times before and I am sorry for the delay. He’s going to be up with the other spares after the next Cakebread update (in which Tiara is finally going to die) but since you have been so patient I have uploaded him ahead of time. Here you go! Everything is in folders, so you can delete anything that you already have. You can dump his sim file in your Savedsims (or I think he will still work fine in Downloads).

The floorplans and library were built by @skulldilocks​ and my versions  are missing some CC that I accidentally deleted, so here are some top-down pics she took for me: library, gas station.

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saying things they don’t mean during an argument

 navi | masterlist | taglist 

thank you to anon for this request <3

characters ♡ msby black jackals (hinata, sakusa, atsumu, bokuto)

content warning ♡ angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, swearing, crying, adoption  (sakusa’s) & suffocation (?)

kōtarō bokuto 

♡ you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest - you knew he was a bit boyish sometimes but you never expected him to be so childish in regards to a simple request

♡ ‘bokuto, i have so much on my plate!’ you cried, tightly gripping the sheets underneath you, ‘planning the wedding, going to work, doing almost every chore in this damn house and filing all our fucking taxes!’

♡ you momentarily paused to look at him, expecting a look of sympathy but instead getting an eyeroll which prompted you to continue, ‘and all i am asking for is you to run a few errands! that’s it! why are you so opposed? i thought you enjoyed grocery shopping?!’

♡ bokuto pulled his night-shirt over his head as he stormed to his side of the bed, ‘it’s not fun without you!’  he whined childishly, plopping himself down next to you and gasping when you had the audacity to shuffle away from him

♡ ‘it’s not supposed to be fun, bokuto!’ you yelled, completely fed-up with him at this point, ‘a few errands, that’s all i ask of you!’

♡ bokuto notices how your voice shook and your lashline glistened; he didn’t want you to cry so he begrudgingly gave it, but with a strong comment to go along with it so you knew that he really didn’t want to 

♡ 'fine! i don't need you anyway!'

♡ then proceeded to dramatically pull the duvet over himself and pout, averting his gaze to the wall opposite 

♡ in this context, he hoped that you’d understand his comment and not take him too seriously but since you were already on the verge of tears, this simply pushed you over the edge

♡ you buried your face in your hands and hid under the blanket in hopes he didn’t realise you were crying but his senses are just different when it comes to you so try stifle that sob all you want, he’s still going to hear it and he’s still going to instantly pull you into his arms while frantically apologising 

♡ ‘please don’t cry, (y/n)! i really didn’t mean it- i do need you! i love you so much, my life wouldn’t be the same without you! you do so much for me and i am so sorry for not showing you how grateful i am! like you’re so pretty and kind and talented and smart - only geniuses can do taxes - so i’m just so lucky to be with you and i can’t wait until we’re married. please, don’t leave!’

♡ eventually his praise slowly became pleas as he begged for you not to leave/hate him

♡ he does not want to lose you bc of a silly comment he made-

♡ eventually his endless pleas started to become more than background noise to your sobs, so you finally hugged him back, whispering, ‘i can’t wait to marry you too, kō.’

♡ this action lifted a massive weight off his chest and he let out an audible sigh of relief, his grip on you loosening, ‘mhm, and of course, i’ll run the errands, babe. i suppose, it’s the least i could do.’

♡ you hummed in agreement, glad that a part of your mental stress had been relieved, allowing you to finally relax in his arms and perhaps doze off in his loving embrace 

♡ ...

♡ ‘mm, you smell like marshmallows, (y/n)- can i add marshmallows to the shopping list?’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he spoke as if you were making some crazy, otherworldly request but in reality, all you were asking was for him to take paternity leave to help you care for the baby 

♡ you’re not really a baby-expert so you thought that sakusa would be happy to stay home and learn how to care for the child with you - as a couple, as a team 

♡ but he was extremely opposed to the idea, spewing out a much of nonsense as to why he needs to go to work, but a part of believed that he just didn’t want to deal with his child - or maybe, he didn’t want to deal with you

♡ ‘sakusa, how do you expect me to raise a whole baby on my own! they need a lot of attention - i don’t think you understand how big of a commitment this is, you can’t treat it like a hobby!’ you cried, having long before burst into tears because your mind told you the worse - that he didn’t actually love you, he lied about wanting a kid, he lied when he said ‘i do’.

♡ usually during arguments when he notices that you’ve started to cry, he’ll drop everything he was doing to shuffle over to you and wrap you in arms, then whisper sweet-nothings into your ear until you feel better but today, he showed little consideration to your emotions as he continued pacing through the living room while you bawled your eyes out on the couch

♡ ‘i thought you loved (c/n)! you were so gentle around them but it turns out you’re not even willing to take a paternity leave to help take care of them!’

♡ ‘what happened to the man i married?’

♡ ‘kiyoomi, you need to revaluate yourse--’

♡ you wouldn’t allow him to get a word in, which was probably for the best considering he had nothing good to say 

♡ but you were forced to cut yourself off when heard the sound of shattering so you immediately search for the source of the noise and there stood sakusa, his hand resting on the decorative table in the place your framed wedding photo once was - now, it was laying smashed on the ground surrounded by it’s own glass shards

♡ he pushed it off like the petty bastard he was

♡ while you sat stunned, staring the mess he just voluntarily made, he quickly turned on his heel and strolled away at a leisurely pace, 'my life was a lot easier before you entered it.'

♡ that was the last you heard of it for the next three days - you were giving each other the silent treatment 

♡ you couldn’t have any sort of grain for three whole days bc they are all on the top shelf and you usually make him grab it for you but you refused to talk to him- 

♡ you were the first one to break it though as you noticed that he hadn’t went to work for the last three days and curiosity got the better of you 

♡ ‘kiyoomi.’ you called out to him from the kitchen but he didn’t even look up from his book - ‘parenting for dummies’ - causing you to scoff, ‘why aren’t you going to work? did something happen?’

♡ finally, he sighed and shifted his gaze off his book but only to shoot you demeaning look, as if you were stupid, ‘paternity leave, duh.’

♡ the corners of your lips twitched into a smile, which you quickly forced away when you recalled the events that occurred three days ago and the hurtful things he said, instinctively looking over at the decorative table to remind yourself of what he did 

♡ but to your surprise, the picture was no longer laying on the ground, pooling in shards of glass but rather, it sit on the table with a brand new frame - which had both of your initials engraved onto it along with the date of the ceremony

♡ you didn’t need to choke out an inquiry as sakusa noticed your stunned expression and answered on his own, ‘i bought a new frame. i hope you like it.’

♡ of course you liked it; this one was a chic black with silver decals which matched your living room aesthetic way better than the other, tacky blue one did - plus, this one was customised which made you love it even more

♡ ‘i do. i really do. but i don’t like your attitude lately.’ you muttered, shaking your head as you waddled over to the couch 

♡ sakusa was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down next to him, ‘i’m sorry, love.’ his voice cracked slightly as he whispered in your ear, ‘i cannot put into words how much harder my life would be without you. i just..hope you understand.’

♡ it’s not that sakusa was bad with words; he was just too emotional and overwhelmed to produce a long, coherent sentiment for you so he just prayed that you recognized that everything he said on that day was meaningless

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n).’

atsumu miya

♡ you rolled your eyes, ignoring him and continuing to type your essay until atsumu slammed your laptop closed

♡ ‘please, (y/n)! you know how much this means to me! i’ve been waiting for this festival for years!’

♡ you scoffed, folding your arms and patiently waiting for him to move his filthy hand off your laptop, ‘i do and i’m proud of you. but i have a lecture that day and my exams are just around the corner - and you know how much my education means to me.’

♡ atsumu had to take a moment to suppress a gag at how sickening and condescending your tone was, ‘it’s just one lecture, (y/n)! you’re not going to fail your exams because you missed one lectu--’

♡ ‘you don’t know that.’

♡ atsumu blinked twice, a unimpressed expression painted on his face as he let out a sigh, realising there was no possible way he’s going to be able to get through to you - i mean, he’s been trying for the last 20 minutes to no avail

♡ he ran his hand through his hairs, turning on his heel, heading towards the door and left

♡ but not before peering over his shoulder to shoot you a nasty glare and spitting, ‘you’re so selfish. you can’t even do one thing that’d make me happy - you never can.’

♡ that was the final thing he said to you for the next....20 minutes 

♡ that’s actually a new record for him - usually he storms out of the room, sulks for a minute or two then renters to beg for your forgiveness 

♡ but not today. he was so mad that he needed 20 whole minutes to cool down and come to his senses

♡ but once he did, when he came back into the room, he expected to see you typing your essay or studying as usual since his words don’t usually effect you too much 

♡ so of course he was shocked when he slipped back into your shared bedroom to see you with the duvet tossed over your whole figure, faint sobs coming from underneath 

♡ his immediate reaction was to pull the blanket away and offer himself as your source of heat, so he wrapped you in his muscular embrace, ‘b-babe.’ he stuttered, eyes-wide as he never would’ve thought you’d take his words seriously, ‘are you okay?’

♡ he knew that was a stupid question but he simply asked it to determine how sad you were - and considering you weren’t able to babble out a reply, that wasn’t a good sign

♡ ‘you’re not selfish.’ he reassured you while rubbing circles on your back, ‘if anything, i was being selfish- and nothing makes me as happy as you do, (y/n). i- i really didn’t mean it.’

♡ he paused only to place a kiss on the top of your head, ‘i love you- and to show you how much i love you..i’ll drop you off at your lecture on that day, and take you to the festival afterwards; does that sound good?’

♡ you were finally able to choke out a response but only to explain how unachievable his idea was, ‘my lecture finishes at 5 and the festival ends at 7, and there is a 45 minute drive between the two- you’re only going to be able to spend a little over an hour there.’

♡ ‘and i’ll have a blast in that time!’

♡ you sighed, your lips twitching into a small smile as you buried your face into his chest as you really couldn’t look him in the eye, ‘and why can’t you just go without me again?’ 

♡ ‘who the fuck am i going to play dance dance revolution against if you don’t come?’

shōyo hinata 

♡ you crossed your arms over your chest, internally regretting ever opening your mouth to try calm down fiancé as now, not only is he even more angry, but also most of his anger with now directed at you rather than manager, like it was previously 

♡ eventually, you started to develop a headache from all his screaming and shouting so you politely asked him to calm down, to which he replied, ‘calm down?! you’re the one who made me mad with your rude-ass comment and now you’re telling me to calm down?!’

♡ you preferred it when he was demanding for you to say ‘butt’ instead of ‘ass’ because now that’s he spent more time with bokuto, he’s started swearing more often and to be honest, it’s scary when a 5″4 ginger sunshine is yelling at you, calling you a ‘rude-ass’

♡ ‘shōyō, if i’m completely honest, i have no idea why what i said was so mean and i have no idea what’s going on- why are you so mad at your manager?’

♡ suddenly, he twisted his neck to look at you as if you had just been possessed, ‘what?’ he inquired in a hushed tone, his voice hoarse and oddly sinister  

♡ you quirked a brow, too tired of his constant bitching to pay attention to his tone of voice, ‘yeah, you speak too fast, shōyō.’ you said with a shrug, checking your nails to ensure that he knew that you truly did not care about how he scowled at you, ‘plus, i just don’t understand why this gets you so worked up - i try, i really do, but i guess your volleyball problems just go over my head.’

♡ hinata clenched his fist, realising that he wasn’t going to make any progress by complaining to you. he whipped his head away before storming off, not even sparing you a final glance, ‘you just don’t get it; you don’t understand anything i say and you don’t even make a fucking effort! you just think you are so much better than everyone - well, you’re not! try coming back down to reality with the rest of us, and then we can talk.’

♡ followed by a slam of the door which rattled through the whole apartment

♡ you really had never seen hinata so angry before in your 6 years of being together 

♡ the words he said were far from pleasant and a part of you wondered in he genuinely meant them, perhaps he had been supressing those thoughts for ages and now that he was finally mad, he could let it all out

♡ though you tried to reassure yourself that everyone says things they don’t mean when they are angry, but the tears started flowing on their own

♡ hinata didn’t plan on seeing you for another few hours as he had the idea of heading over to bokuto’s, have a drink and cool down but when he hopped out the shower, he realised he had left his phone in the bedroom - where he left you. 

♡ begrudgingly, he slid into the room with the intention of grabbing his phone then leaving but that went to shit when he noticed that you were bundled up under the blankets, and he could hear distant sniffles coming from underneath

♡ and hinata only has four moods: mad asf, happy asf, loving you & volleyball...asf

♡ so upon seeing you in such a state, presumably because of what he said, elicited his mood to change from ‘mad asf’ to ‘loving you’ 

♡ he pounced on you, causing you to fall sideways and squeal but he simply did not give a fuck

♡ ‘baby! i am so sorry! i didn’t think what i said would make you cry!’ he blubbered, or at least, that’s what it sounded like since you couldn’t actually see him due to the fact he had trapped you under the blankets, ‘i don’t know why i even said that! you’re not like that at all- i don’t think of you like that!’

♡ he paid little regard for your pleas of mercy as you squirmed frantically under the blanket, trying to escape his grip and body weight. he simply continued babbling on about how sorry he was and how amazing you are, ‘you are down here with the rest of us - i just said for no reason. please don’t be mad! you are - what does bokuto call it again? - oh! a humble--’

♡ ‘shōyō! i’ll forgive you if you get off me right now - i can hardly breathe!’

[chippedaxe]

I love your writing and i was wondering if i can request how mcyt would react to a demon s/o also if you want you can make it nsfw if your ok with that :)

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Title: Demon s/o Hc's

Warnings: NSFW is included, there will be a warning when it comes up in the fic. Demons mentioned, maybe a bit of religion, praise, degrading, sub reader (dom reader for George and Karl) , maybe a bit of dumbfication idk

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia.

Synopsis: The reader is a demon and this is how their s/o (the mcyt's) react to that.

Word count: 1.3k

Note: I am not doing requests in order btw, I'm just completing the ones I feel like doing first.

- I LITERALLY HAVE A DRAFT OF THIS EXACT IDEA BUT IN REVERSE (SO THE READER IS MORTAL AND THE MCYT'S R DEMONS) great minds think alike! Don't they, :) anon?

The reader has demon horns, a spiked demon tail and fire powers.

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SFW

c! Dream

- He finds it cool and amusing to have you as his demon partner, he appreciates how warm you keep him in the winters too by the way.

- He would probably flick your tail randomly while you two are just chilling together.

- You'd use your fire to warm you two up in the winter, your body heat would be enough to warm Dream up normally however.

- He would miss that warmth very much when he's in the prison, he would feel somewhat comforted by the prison's lava however as it reminds him of you.

c! Sapnap

- He would drag you places by the tail if you were refusing to go, he would also pull on your tail to get you out of bed.

- He would snuggle up with you and collect your body heat whenever he's cold, he would be pushing you away and avoiding you when he's hot though.

- He gets so hot and sweaty around you sometimes and it'll come to the point where he has to kick you out of the room and it'll upset you.

- He of course feels bad and invites you back in immediately after, but you refuse since he made the room smelly :,(

- You can basically turn a whole pool into a sauna and he loves that, not when he's trying to cool off though.

c! George

- I feel as if he wouldn't really notice at first to be honest, he'd only figure out that you're a demon when he wakes up and you've destroyed his pillow with your horns "When'd you grow horns?" George asks.

- He will cuddle up with you at night to keep warm, his body just curling up around you and sleeping peacefully.

- Your tail sometimes rips the sheet so you have to tuck it into your pants when you go to sleep.

- You have to be extra careful while sleeping or your horns will ruin the pillows again and George won't be very happy with you..

c! Eret

- She treats you like a little pet, he will have you sitting beside their throne and will ignore you unless they need something. She will glance over and give you a bit of affection by petting your head.

- "I'm a demon! Not some pet!" you growl "Of course, dear" Eret smiles "Don't patronize me" you cross your arms and pout. Eret really does warm your fiery demon heart.

- You will obliterate and burn all that he wishes, if someone is up to be executed then you will set hellfire on them.

- Eret enjoys the way your tail wags like a puppy when you're happy "you're absolutely adorable, dear" Eret strokes your cheek "I'm not cute! I'm a brute! I'm a demon!" they laugh at you.

c! Karl

- You milk your demon privileges to the maximum "I can't go near water, I can't wash the dishes!" you lie and he believes you "I can't wash the clothes, I never learnt how to do all that in hell, sorry!" you get yourself out of many chores by doing this.

- He would probably touch the tip of your horns and then cry immediately when it pricks him, you then kiss his boo boo better "why'd you touch them?? They're sharp!" you wail "They looked shiny!"

- You're literally immortal so Karl could visit you at any point in time and you'd be there!

c! Punz

- He’d probably find you dangerous at first, worried that your fire would also be something he needed to take caution if but he calmed down when he first spoke with you.

- Your fire would be splattered uncontrollably, things would be set ablaze by accident and Punz would need to put it out (or leave it to burn if he simply didn’t care about it)

- Both if you are usually very warm people in temperature so you two being together would create some weird type of infinite heater (this also means that you two get very sweaty very often however)

NSFW

c! Dream

- He would grab onto your horns and use them as support as he thrusted into you, he would also flick your tail to tease you since it’s so sensitive.

- He would have burn marks and scratches all over him by the time you two are done, you will also almost always be leaving a trail of smoke when you’re done cumming.

- He’d enjoy the large bloodied marks he gets from your teeth sinking into him during sex.

c! Sapnap

- He would use your fire and body heat to indulge in some of his temperature play fantasies.

- He would stroke your tail and kiss your ears while railing into you, he’d be praising you and telling you how good you’re being.

- if you prefer degradation than he’d be pulling on your tail and shoving it between your teeth as a gag to keep you quiet while he fucked you dumb “dumb little slut.. aren’t you meant to be a demon?”

c! George

- You know how I said that the bed would get ruined from your demon features? Yeah a lot more than just the bed would be broken by the time you two are done fucking.

- You’d ride George when he’s feeling tired, his hands would be groping your warm flesh and he’d whine at the feeling of your sharp fangs just gently gliding over his skin and nibbling on his collarbone.

- He’d probably grab your horns if he wanted you to either slow down or go faster.

c! Eret

- She treats you like absolute royalty in the sheets, their hands will be all over you and praising you “you look so gorgeous, so perfect for me darling~”

- if you prefer degrading than he’d be tugging on your horns and pulling at a collar around your neck, they’d pull you to the floor and have you suck her off “you’re demon scum. You think you’re above me? Get down and suck.”

- He’d be petting your hair/ pulling on your hair while either fucking into your or having you ride them.

c! Karl

- Karl would touch your tail one day and then wonder what happened, he was tossed to the bed and was now getting fucked by you.

- Your tail coiled around his body, your hips shuddering as you rode his cock. “Oh god!” Karl moaned out “I’m a fucking demon; not God” you’d remind him.

- There’d be many marks on you, your arms and shoulders would be covered in scratches, your neck would be covered in small bites and your lips would probably be a bit sore.

c! Punz

- SUCH A BIG MESS. You think that being a demon automatically makes you the dominant one? Punz doesn’t fucking think so at all.

- it’s a constant fight of who is the top or bottom in your relationship. You’ll be riding him and then he’ll suddenly be trying to ram into you, there’s never a clear winner!

- Tie his hands up with your flexible tail when he’s being naughty, let him grab onto your horns and fuck your face, spit fire at him when the pleasure gets too much and you’re just not able to control it anymore <3

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can i have platonic headcanons of shinobu, muichiro, mitsuri, sanemi, and gyomei with a male tsugoku thats strong enough to become a hashira but refuses because he likes being by there side.

Hi hi anon! Thank you so very much for being patient with me and I’m so sorry for taking 50 years to get to you and your request dhdhsnd 😭 I like this prompt it’s so cute not wanting to leave your homie’s side TT as always, I’m super sorry for any mistakes! Please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to fix or change, I will gladly do so <3

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🌼 𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚔𝚞 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜

🌼 𝙺𝙽𝚈 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

🌼 𝙵𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚞, 𝙼𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚒, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚒

🌼 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: 𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚒𝚖

🌼 𝚃𝚆/𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎

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𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖

Shinobu genuinely loved him the same way she loved her sisters and loved being close to him however she would often do her best to encourage him to become a pillar

“Y/n, you’ve done more than the requirement to become a pillar, Oyakata-Sama has been wondering when you would ask,” She would say gently

He would always shake his head with the same gentle smile, “ I feel confident and strong when you’re near me,” he would laughed softly, “Besides you’d miss me too much around here,” he’d tease with a bright smile

She would sigh softly but would pat his head in response with a gentle smile

Shinobu would think it’s sweet and sometimes for the best that he didn’t take the position because she was constantly thinking about the loss of her sister — she didn’t want to lose anyone else

Though she wouldn’t give up on encouraging them to take the next step because it was for the sake of his potential

Shinobu would be more than proud of him regardless if we were to take the position of being a Hashira or not

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𝑴𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐

Muichiro grew to love him like his brother despite not really remembering much of anything

Though he couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to officially become a pillar

“You’re kinda dumb for not becoming a pillar” he would say a little nonchalantly and sometimes use not so nice words in place of dumb ToT

Though he’d have a small smile hearing Y/n tell him that he loved being by his brother’s side

Muichiro would be a little too reliant on him for emotional support and for memory support because Y/n would often help him remember bits and pieces of his life TT

Would also make a point that he’d miss his partner in crime so he couldn’t bring himself to officially take the position

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𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊

She would definitely spoil him as her tsugoku as her training was the most difficult considering the rigor of her techniques because of her unique body composition

Mitsuri’s definitely tried more than once to get him to become a pillar as he has completed the training and requirements

“N/n, why don’t you want to become a pillar?” She would ask every time he would refuse

“I love being by your side Mitsuri! You remind me a lot of my little sister and just like I wouldn’t leave her side, I don’t want to leave you,” he’d always smile

Mitsuri would love hearing just how warmed up he was to her though she would feel a little bad thinking that she was holding him back

Though she wouldn’t give up either on having him become a pillar, sometimes she’d use treats to try but it doesn’t work TT

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𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊

Though it was an incredibly difficult bonding experience (Sanemi didn’t want a tsugoku but he was assigned to him by Oyakata who saw his potential), Sanemi definitely warmed up to Y/n

Genuinely began to view him as a brother, though he tried to keep his distance because he’d be reminded of Genya

Too bad, Y/n basically became his adopted brother ToT after a whole lot of counseling from Y/n and talk sessions together

Sanemi tried to encourage him to officially take the position

His refusal would make Sanemi mad enough to where he calls him a bunch of names like dumbass and an idiot for wasting his training

deep down inside Sanemi would be glad in the sense that Y/n wouldn’t have to be in the most dangerous rank of the corps

Sanemi would probably try to force him but at the same time would just leave him by his side — The Wind Pillar couldn’t handle another loss

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𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒊

Gyomei would definitely be stunned hearing his refusal to take the next step in becoming an official pillar

“But why? You worked so hard to achieve your strength and to polish your abilities,” he would say, with tears streaming down his away

“I love being by your side, Gyomei. I feel that I will learn more and more being able to train with you frequently — that’s something I wouldn’t have if I became a pillar,” he would answer.

Gyomei had essentially become an older brother to Y/n as he had rescued him from a life of being an orphan and a thief

He put him on a path of good and greatness, it’s something Y/n constantly felt like he had to repay with his life

Gyomei would constantly tell him it was unnecessary and that it was his mission to proceed forward having completed his training but he wouldn’t pressure him either

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs/ᴀsᴋs/ɪᴅᴇᴀs/ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs/ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs/ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ !! sᴇᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ sᴏᴏɴ <3

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[ventiskies]

when he accidentally injures you | Xiao, Albedo, Bennett

a/n: hello anon!! im doing well, thank you!! hope you are too !! thank you for giving me the chance to add characters HHHH ive been DYING to write for Xiao, Albedo and Benny so i took the opportunity to! hope you like it !! also,,, this is probably my longest post !! i loved writing this <3

pairing: Xiao x gn! reader, Albedo x gn! reader Bennett x gn! reader

warnings: vague mentions of injury and blood

Xiao

★Xiao and you had been on a stroll, something you casually did together whenever Xiao was in a good mood. the adeptus wasn’t one to get out of the confines of Wangshuu Inn, so every time he does, you cherish it and spend it as if it was your last

★but this particular stroll didn’t go as planned, at all

★the two of you had left Wangshuu Inn in the morning, when the weather had seemed as if it would be sunny the whole morning, but it had betrayed you the moment you had set foot in Minlin, the skies had loomed with darkness and occasional rumbles of thunder

★Xiao could have easily teleported the two of you together, but a sudden attack with a ruin hunter had caused him to get distracted

★he could easily defeat the creation with a simple use of his elemental burst, but you were in the vicinity and he didn’t want you getting injured, despite the chances of hitting you were low, he wasn’t going to take the chance

★he had strictly told you to stay back and out of sight, making use of the terrain to jump and strike at the core with his polearm whenever the hunter was aiming to him, but he should have known you were stubborn

★the moment you had ran into the fight, arrow pointing to the ruin hunter, the said war machine had immediately turned towards you, all four of its arms aiming missiles towards you

★Xiao had been too slow, and when he had realized it was aiming towards you, you had already been sent back flying after the hit

★your name fell on his lips, his eyes widening in anger when he had seen what the creature had done, and without any hesitance Xiao summons his elemental burst and sends the creature falling to pieces

★“y/n,” Xiao mutters, worried that he would be met with the sight of you dead, “y/n, where are you?”

★you gave a weak groan, unable to raise your head after hitting it on the sharp rocks. Xiao made his way towards you, and the rain started pouting

★Xiao knelt down and cradled your head gently, seeing the gash on your head. you were most likely suffering from a concussion as well from the way you were unable to look at him in the eye, and your hands grabbing your forehead as if it had exploded

★his eyes showing evident worry, and this was the first time he had felt so scared

★he knew he was powerful, and he was beginning to regret even taking you out of the safety of the Inn. this shouldn't have happened, he was with you because he wanted to protect you,

★and here he was being the cause of your injury

★“y/n, can you hear me?” he asked, and when you hissed the moment he placed a gentle hand on your head, he curses lightly, unable to keep himself calm as he always had anymore, “hold on,”

★Xiao had lived for years and had suffered watching deaths and injuries of the people he had been close with since he had became the adeptus of Liyue, but for once, he had felt a different type of hurt when you had been injured this time

★because this was his fault; what if it had happened again?

★he had teleported the two of you back to Wangshuu Inn, and had asked Verr Goldet to help you just because he was afraid of hurting you further

★and she knew more than to question what happened, especially after Xiao had told her with the weakest voice she has ever heard him use, and pleading eyes to take care of you.

★when you had healed completely, you noticed Xiao had distanced himself from you more than when you had both met the first time, and it had worried you to no end

★it had came to a point where he would disappear whenever you tried to search for him at the balcony, and you were getting upset that he was running away from you because of the accident that was caused by your stubbornness; and the fact that you knew Xiao blamed himself had only made you more guilty

★”Xiao,” you gently said, walking outside with a bowl of his favorite almond tofu, “I miss you,”

★he had to contain himself to avoid disappearing on you again after he heard the words. Xiao wasn’t much of an emotional person, but the memories from the accident had left him afraid of getting close to you again, in fear that he would hurt you once more

★but when he had met your glossy eyes and saw the pained expression you held, he knew that it was only going to be worse is he had avoided you

★”y/n-” Xiao started, but you had only dropped the almond tofu and ran into his arms, hugging him tight as if you were afraid to let him go

★and (with reluctance), Xiao had hugged you back, twice as hard

★it would take time for him to get back to his usual self and trust himself to go out and adventure with you again, but for him, you would wait your lifetime.

Albedo

★An experiment going wrong was a part of alchemy. It was something Albedo would expect to happen fifty percent of the time he conducts something for the first time

★He has gotten a handful of injuries from it that he had sometimes forgotten that people outside of the realm of alchemy wouldn't know what it would be like to expect a burn or scars after the first test

★So of course, sometimes even the smartest people could be careless

★Albedo had brought you to his lab in Dragonspine, claiming that he had found a rare plant and wanted to see if it was able to withstand heat

★Putting it in a flask, he had placed it on a test tube holder and your curious eyes had caught sight of the glowing pink tube

★“What’s this?” you stepped closer to inspect the glowing flask, and Albedo wordlessly looks at you with a fond smile. your curious gaze at his work had always made him feel happy; you truly were endearing

★Albedo turns on the burner, and the moment the fire had hit the flask, the substance had instantly exploded, causing you to recoil back and grab at your face when the substance had burned your face

★instantly, Albedo had abandoned his failed test and attended to you, trying to pry your hands away from your face

★“My love, I’m so sorry,” he says gently, trying to see the damage that the explosion has gave you, “please look at me,”

★you felt tears well in your eyes, the burns on your cheeks combining with the coldness of the snow stinging your face

★when Albedo had successfully pried your hands away , he grabbed them gently and looked at you, “we- we need to see the deaconess,” he mutters to himself, feeling his heart ache seeing you holding back tears, never in his life had he regretted conducting an experiment so badly;

★he had wished he was able to take the pain away from you, he absolutely despised seeing you so hurt

★after you had healed, Albedo would make a rule that you weren’t ever allowed in the premises of his laboratory ever again, and that you were banned from joining him whenever he was conducting experiments

★it had hurt you when Albedo had adamantly decided on it, but you knew that it would only hurt him more if you tried to fight him about it

★he was still blaming himself for the incident; despite him knowing that errors were completely common in alchemy

★his greatest fear was hurting you, and if he was given a choice, he would rather have you far away as possible from anything that could lead to potential harm

★(and that especially meant that when the time comes and he loses control and destroys Mond, he hopes you would be far away from him as possible, too)

Bennett

★Bennett knew he was bad luck, he knew that was mostly the reason there wasn't anyone on his team. no one wanted to get hurt and gain nothing on an adventure. no one wanted to bring a bunch of medical supplies for when an accident that was bound to happen, happens

★no one but you

★you were the only member in Bennett’s team; you were a duo. you didn’t wield a vision, but that didn't make Bennett think of you any less, in fact, he thought you were the bravest person ever for being just a feet away from him outside of Mond, and now you were a team member of his

★injuries were common for you. there would always be some sort of scratch or bleeding whenever you went out on an adventure with the pyro vision holder. if there wasn’t a monster encounter, the two of you would accidentally trip and fall into a lake

★but when the latter happens, Bennett would have a fire for the two of you, and settle in an empty (at least, you hope was) hilichurl camp nearby to warm up in

★it was the norm now, and despite Bennett wanting you to just choose another team because he couldn't handle seeing you in pain from his luck, you had always reassured him that the unexpected turns of events because of his luck was just what you had loved about adventure, and you always trusted him to take care of you whenever something like that happened

★but of course, it was only a matter of time until it was Bennett himself who had hurt you

★you were both fighting a cryo abyss mage, the bastard’s protective shield already broken by Bennett’s elemental skill, causing the creature to start crawling on the ground pathetically

★you were sure its health had already decreased a significant amount that one slice could kill it off instantly, and you had wanted to give the final blow

★but Benny seemed to have a different idea

★the moment Bennett had saw you coming, it had been too late for him to stop, because the same moment you had ran towards the abyss mage, he had raised his sword and sliced the creature hard to the point that his sword had accidentally sliced your stomach as well

★thankfully, your clothes were thick enough that the cut hadn’t been deep enough to get stitches, but it still hurt so badly that you had fallen to the floor, clutching your stomach

★“y/n, what happened?!” he asked, too worried to remember that it had been him who did it, “are you okay?!- wait, no, that was a stupid question, let me see,”

★Bennett was an excellent team leader, but sometimes, he could be a little oblivious

★he gently lays you on his lap, taking out supplies from his belt. he had saw a glimpse of red, so he takes out towels to wipe the blood

★he had gently asked if he could lift your shirt, and when you had weakly nodded, he assessed the damage

★and that was when he had saw the burns by your cut

★burns. the abyss mage was a cryo one, and there wasn't any source of fire where you were but him

★Bennett felt his breath hitch, hands holding the towel clenching in fear. what had he done?

★“no, no, no,” he says in slight panic; this was exactly what he was afraid would happen, “no, no, y/n I’m so sorry. I was supposed to protect you,” his voice broke, gently pressing the towel on your wound to soak up the blood, and when he heard you hiss in pain, he felt tears well in his eyes, “I’m so sorry...”

★he knew the cut wasn’t deep, and you were going to be okay, but the mere thought that the fact you couldn't move and were in pain was because of his doing had caused Bennett to be unable to focus

★you were taken to Barbara immediately, Bennett carrying you bridal style the whole way back (he had been silent, while you had tried to start a conversation with lighthearted banter with him, he had only given you a half hearted laugh before focusing on his journey back) and was healed with a simple swish of the deaconess’ hands

★but afterwards, Bennett had started to spend less time outside of Mondstadt, saying that he had preferred to read at the library with you, and that was extremely unlike of him

★you knew it was because he was blaming himself for what had happened, so you had to let him know that you were fine, and that you knew that it was bound to happen anyways

★It would take a lot of reassurance for Benny to agree to even step a foot outside again, but in the end, it would be worth it to see his adventurer spirit once more

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Photoshoot Fantasies - Fred Weasley

Title: Photoshoot Fantasies Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!!! Dom!Fred, daddy kink, spanking, masturbation (male and female) oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, choking, begging, dirty talk Summary: Fred doesn’t like it when his girlfriend gets naughty without his permission A/N: this is….pure filth. For the anon who wanted some smut with dom!fred. this is literally like 3% plot and 97% smut lmao so I hope you enjoy!! Requests are open and feedback is always welcomed!!

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“Oi, lover boy! You’ve got a letter from your girlfriend,” George calls teasingly from the kitchen.

Fred groans as he rolls over in bed, his hands coming up to rub the last bits of sleep from his eyes. He squints as he opens his eyes, due to the bright streaks of sunlight coming in from the break in his curtains. Fred takes a moment to mentally prepare himself for the day before he heaves himself out of bed, and shuffles into the kitchen.

“Good morning dear brother of mine,” George greets far too cheerily for the early hour.

Fred grunts in response and takes a seat across from George, waving his wand so a cup of coffee lands in front of him. He usually isn’t one to need caffeine in the morning, his own natural energy is usually enough to clear the sleep induced fog from his head, but he’s been having trouble sleeping lately since Y/N hasn’t been by his side.

After graduation, Y/N landed her dream job in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry. Fred had been so proud of her, and he loved how excited she was each night as she told him about her day over dinner. Unfortunately, her job had one huge drawback: traveling. Every so often Y/N would travel to different parts of the UK and Europe to get updates on the population of certain magical creatures or to help develop and implement conservation plans. A week ago, she left for her longest trip yet, an entire month, and Fred hasn’t been able to sleep well since.

“Where’s this letter then?” Fred asks after he has a few sips of coffee. He can feel the caffeine working its’ magic, and his brain is finally clear enough to string a sentence together.

George rolls his eyes and tosses a thick envelope at Fred. “You two are sickening, you know that? I think she wrote you a bloody novel about how much she loves you and misses you,” George says, pretending to throw up.

Fred flips George off, trying to contain the blush forming on his face. “Don’t act like you didn’t stand in the doorway for 15 minutes last night kissing Angelina goodbye, git.” Fred can feel George’s eyes on him as he fiddles with the envelope. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he bites.

“Someone is feeling feisty,” George retorts with a laugh. “Come on then, open the damn letter. Let’s see how long it takes her to start waxing poetically about your eyes.”

Fred glares at George as his fingers quickly rip open the envelope. Normally he would wait for George to go and busy himself with something else or he’d retreat to his room so he could bask in Y/N’s words by himself, but it’s been far too long since he’s seen her and Fred thinks he might explode if he waits any longer to read her letter. “Oh,” he says softly in surprise, when he only pulls out one piece of parchment. The envelope hadn’t been bulky from the lovely letter she wrote him, but the half a dozen photographs she had included. His eyes scan over the short note, a small smile appearing on his face.

To my dearest Freddie Eddie Spaghetti,

Things are going well up in Scotland, Niffler birth rates are through the roof thanks to the plan we implemented last year. We’ve spent the last few days prepping a large cohort of them to send off to Egypt to assist the rune breakers Gringotts has out there. I’ll be off to France in a day or so to check up on some of the Thestrals we brought to a conservatory outside of Nice a few months ago, hopefully they’ve acclimated well.

I’ve been missing you like crazy, Freddie. You’re all I seem to think about these days, it’s been quite hard to focus on my work. I don’t know how I’m going to manage going three more weeks without seeing your face or being held in your arms. You better rest up, because you won’t be getting any sleep for days once I’m finally back home with you.

I’ve included a few photos that will hopefully keep you company while I’m still away.

Love you lots and lots and lots, Y/N

“That’s it? One stinky piece of parchment?” George asks, clearly annoyed. “There’s my day, ruined. Thought I’d get a nice laugh at least since you’ve been so miserable. What else is in the envelope then?”

Fred’s eyes are still scanning the letter, trying to commit the words to memory and he absentmindedly grabs the stack of photos to show George. “She sent photos,” he responds, finally putting the letter to the side. “Probably of all the baby Nifflers,” he adds with a chuckle.

“Let me see, then,” George says excitedly, reaching his hand out. “Remember when she sent those photos of the baby dragons dressed up in onesies? That was jokes. Bet she put hats on them this time.”

As Fred goes to hand George the stack of photos he gets a glimpse of the one on top. His eyes widen and he quickly pulls his arm back, cradling the photos against his chest. “Nope, sorry. You can’t see them.”

“What? Why not?” George watches as Fred starts to fidget in his seat and a red flush starts to take over his face. “Oh my god!” he says suddenly with a laugh, realization hitting him. “She sent you nudes! What a little minx. You two are far more disgusting than I ever could have imagined.”

Fred clears his throat, choosing to ignore George. “Well I’m going to go back to my room and uh, respond to this letter. See you later.” Fred tries to act as normal as possible as he heads back to his room, desperately trying to ignore George’s cackling. He breathes a sigh of relief as he shuts his door behind him, leaning on it for a moment.

Fred rids himself of his T-shirt and climbs back onto his bed in nothing but his boxers. This isn’t how he planned on spending his morning, but Fred is more than happy to change his plans. He sits up in bed, his back pressed up against his cold wall and his legs splayed out. While Fred would consider himself adventurous in the bedroom, this is the first time Y/N has ever done anything like this, and he can feel himself getting aroused already.

“Merlin,” he groans as he allows himself to look at the first photo. Y/N is laying in the middle of a bed wearing nothing but a lacy red bra and the matching pair of panties, a set Fred is all too familiar with.  Her whole face isn’t visible, just her mouth, and as the photo moves her tongue comes out to lick her bottom lip and her hand lightly trails down her torso to her thigh.

He balances the stack of photos on his lap for a moment, his right hand pushing his boxers down to his thighs. Fred had planned on drawing out the experience, but he’s already rock hard from the first photo. He throws the first photo on the bed beside him as he wraps his hand around himself, and he picks the stack back up.

Fred starts to slowly stroke himself as his eyes rake over the next photograph, his mouth running dry. Y/N is laying in the same position as before, but the bra she was wearing in the first photo has been discarded, and as the photo moves her hands massage her breasts and she bites her lip.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, as he moves onto the next photo. Y/N is now completely naked, and as the photo moves one of her hands trails down her front from her breast to her core while her other hand pinches and toys with one of her nipples.

Fred starts to stroke himself faster and is unable to contain the grunts that fall from his mouth as he moves to the next photo. His thumb rubs the sensitive tip of his cock, spreading around the precum that has started to accumulate, helping his hand glide easier as he strokes. In the next photo, Y/N’s mouth is open, and Fred is sure a breathy moan is leaving her lips, as the movement of the photo shows Y/N starting to slowly rub her clit as her other hand fists in the sheets underneath her.

“Oh, fucking shit,” Fred groans as he looks at the second to last photo, his hand stilling on his cock to stop himself from finishing just yet. Y/N’s feet are now flat against the bed, her knees bent and open wide. As the photo moves Fred can clearly see Y/N sink two fingers into herself as her thumb rubs at her clit. Her other hand tugs at the sheets and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, a telltale sign that she’s on the brink of her release.

Fred starts to stroke himself again as he reveals the last photo, his orgasm quickly approaching. Y/N’s entire body is flushed red and as the photo moves her back arches, her toes curl, and her whole body trembles as she reaches her orgasm.

Fred’s thumb teases the sensitive head of his cock as his eyes wander over all of the photos. He focuses on the last one, and as Y/N once again reaches her climax Fred does as well. His head tips back and he lets out a low moan as he releases all over his stomach, his cock twitching in his hand. Fred continues to lightly stroke himself as he comes down from his high, his breath coming out in hard pants.

When he gets to be too sensitive he releases himself, letting his cock lay against his stomach. He reaches for his wand so he can clean himself off with a simple spell. But an even better idea pops into his head.

“Accio, camera,” he casts, watching as the top drawer of their dresser opens and his camera starts to fly over to him. He grips the camera and points it at himself, so his body from his torso to the tops of his thighs are in shot. Fred makes sure that his limp cock and the come on his stomach is the center of the photo, and once he’s pleased with the shot he clicks the shutter button.

Fred places the camera on his bed as the photo prints and develops, grabbing his wand and cleaning himself off with a spell. He pulls his boxers back up and gets out of bed, rummaging around for some parchment and a quill. Once he finds what he needs he writes out a quick letter to Y/N.

To my dearest Y/N,

I’m glad to hear everything is going well with work. I’m so proud of you and the things you do. Things at the shop are going well, the new range of whiz-bangs sold out in just a few days. I’m missing you like mad, I can’t wait for you to get home.

Those photos you sent me were very naughty. How dare you pleasure yourself like that without Daddy’s permission. I think Daddy’s going to have to punish you when he finally gets his hands on you. 10 spanks sounds fair, doesn’t it princess? I think you deserve it, after the mess you caused Daddy to make all over himself.

Love you lots and lots and lots and lots, Freddie Eddie Spaghetti

Fred grabs the now developed photo from his bed as he reads over the letter, a satisfied smile on his face. He folds up the letter and tucks it into an envelope along with the photo before he seals it and addresses it to Y/N. As he goes to leave his room he spots a piece of folded up parchment on his floor and he grabs it, opening it up as he heads towards the window in the kitchen.

I’m going to Angelina’s. Use a silencing charm next time you perv.

Fred laughs at George’s note as he sends their owl away with his letter, already thinking about taking advantage of his brother’s absence.

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“Someone is in a good mood this morning,” George muses as Fred saunters down into the shop just before opening.

Fred adjusts his tie as he joins his brother at the till, a huge smile on his face. Just like last week, a letter had arrived from Y/N this morning with another filthy set of photos. This time she was in a lingerie set that Fred didn’t recognize, and she brought herself to her climax using one of the toys Fred had purchased for her as a Valentine’s Day present earlier in the year. Fred had just enough time to bring himself to his own orgasm and write her back before he had to get dressed and head down to work.

“And why wouldn’t I be?” Fred asks as he unlocks the door and turns the open sign on with a wave of his wand. “The sun is shining, the birds are chirping. It’s a beautiful day, Georgie.”

George looks Fred over before he scrunches his face up in disgust. “Y/N sent you another letter today didn’t she?” When Fred sends George a wink he gags. “Bloody disgusting. I hope you washed your hands.”

“And why would Fred need to be washing his hands?” Verity asks as she comes back from the storeroom with some more love potions to be stocked.

Fred’s face flushes red as George start to laugh. “No reason in particular,” he stutters out. Fred turns to George and glares at him. “You’re such an arse.” Fred moves to hit George upside the head, but he ducks his brother’s advance and heads over to help the two customers that have just walked in the door.

“You lot don’t pay me enough to deal with this,” Verity says as she chuckles and shakes her head.

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Fred sighs to himself as he sits up in bed, his eyes scanning over some of his notes. He and George are in the early days of developing some new products, and he’s working out some of the initial bugs before they start production next week. At least that’s what he’s supposed to be doing, but his mind is definitely elsewhere. Y/N’s third letter had arrived a few days ago, and he can’t help but let his mind wander to the new photoset sitting in his bedside drawer. It seems that his threats of punishment have fallen on deaf ears, because the photos Y/N has sent have been dirtier each time, and he can’t help but imagine what will be waiting for him in the envelope when her final letter arrives in a few days.

“What do you want?” Fred asks dully when there’s a knock at his door, not bothering to look up at George.

“That’s an awfully rude way to greet your girlfriend after you haven’t seen her for nearly a month,” Y/N says, the smile evident in her voice.

Fred’s head snaps up immediately, a smile taking over his face. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He immediately climbs off the bed and heads over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N drops her bag on the ground and wraps her arms around Fred’s neck, pulling him down so she can kiss him sweetly. “We finished everything up a few days early. Figured I’d come home and surprise you.”

Fred presses their lips together again hotly, his hands moving down to Y/N’s thighs. He lifts her up, his hands gripping her tightly and moves her over to the bed. “God I missed you,” he murmurs into their kiss, before he tosses her onto the bed.

“Couldn’t have missed me too much, not with all the photos I sent you,” Y/N giggles as she lays back on the bed.

Fred’s eyes darken and he can’t help but let out a groan as he thinks about those pictures. He can feel himself start to get aroused, and he grabs his wand, waving it so that his door slams shut, and locks and a silencing charm falls around his room.

“Such a naughty girl you were, Y/N. Taking those photos without Daddy’s permission,” he scolds, his voice low and rough.

Y/N squirms on the bed, looking up at Fred as innocent as possible. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just wanted to make you feel good while I was gone,” she explains sweetly. “And clearly it worked, that photo you sent me made me so wet, Daddy.”

Fred bites his lip as he watches her squirm on the bed, taking pride in the fact that he can see a blush forming on her cheeks. “Oh, you made Daddy feel very good, princess. But you were still being a little brat. And you know what happens to brats? Don’t you?”

Y/N can feel herself getting wet as arousal starts to build in her stomach. She’s been waiting for this moment since Fred mentioned spanking her in his first letter. “They get punished,” she responds airily, fists clenching to keep from touching herself.

“That’s right princess, they get punished.” Fred pauses, letting his eyes roam up and down Y/N’s body. “Daddy think 30 swats is good, 15 on each cheek. Don’t you think, princess?” Fred smirks when Y/N lets out a whine as she nods wildly. “What should I use, hm? My hand? Or should I get the paddle?”

“Your hand, please,” Y/N begs. As much as she loves the paddle, she craves the feeling of Fred’s hand on her ass.

Fred smirks down at her. “Normally brats don’t get what they want. But you asked so nicely, princess.” Fred tears his gaze away from Y/N and takes seat on the end of their bed. “Get naked for Daddy and come stand in front of me.”

Y/N immediately gets off of the bed and rids herself of all of her clothing. Normally when they play this game she loves to drag it out and tease Fred endlessly. But she’s been on the edge for nearly 4 weeks and Fred has already been preparing to punish her, and she doesn’t want to find out what he’ll do if she’s even more naughty now that they’re finally back together. Y/N comes to stand in front of Fred, feeling shy under his intense gaze.

“God you are so gorgeous, princess,” Fred compliments, his hand reaching out to lightly grip her hip. He rubs circles into the bare skin, reassuring her. “Come on then. Get in Daddy’s lap.” Fred helps Y/N get situated across his lap, laying on her front. “Such a good girl,” he whispers, letting his hand run down her back, over her bum and to her thigh. “Do you have anything to say to Daddy? Before he gives you your punishment,” he drawls, his hand pushing in between her legs to rub at her wet folds.

Y/N gasps at his touch, her eyes falling closed. “I’m sorry for being a naughty girl, Daddy,” she moans out as Fred rubs her clit ever so slightly.

“Thank you princess,” he says softly, removing his hand from her core. He places it on her bum instead, lightly massaging one of her cheeks. “Daddy’s not mad at you, princess. But you still have to be punished, do you understand?” When Y/N nods he smiles. “Good girl. I want you to count for me, okay?”

“Yes Daddy,” Y/N responds, getting comfortable in Fred’s lap. A squeak leaves her mouth as Fred lands the first slap to her ass. “One,” she counts breathily. Before she has a chance to recover from the first hit, Fred is landing another hit to her cheek causing her to moan. “Two.”

Fred smirks down at the writhing mess Y/N has turned into after her first 15 spanks. Her right bum cheek is bright red, and Fred resists his urge to lean down to kiss it. “Are you doing alright, Princess? Can you take 15 more?” Fred asks quietly, reaching up to stroke Y/N’s hair. As much as he loves being rough with her, he never wants to hurt her or make her uncomfortable in any way. He’s rock hard in his trousers already, and he wants to make sure she’s getting as much pleasure from this as he is.

“Yes, Daddy. Need more. ‘M a naughty girl, I need to be punished,” she responds desperately. Y/N is soaking wet and her stomach is a pool of arousal. A few tears have snuck out of her eyes from how turned on she is, and she’s basking in the warmth left behind on her bum from Fred’s hand.

“Good girl,” Fred praises, leaning down to press a few kisses to Y/N’s shoulder. “You can use your safe word at any time, you know that right?” When Y/N nods he presses another kiss to her shoulder and starts to massage the bum cheek he hasn’t hit yet. “Count for me again, princess, okay?”

Y/N nods, letting out a moan a Fred lands the first hit to her cheek. “One,” she whines, lifting her hips up to encourage him to spank her again. Fred suddenly lands three hits in a row, causing a few more tears to leak out of her eyes as she moans. “Two, three, four,” she stutters out.

By the time Fred lands the last hit to her ass, Y/N is desperate for release. She’s slowly moving her hips forward, desperate for any kind of friction against her clit. “Daddy please,” she begs.

“Look at my desperate little baby,” he coos, moving Y/N’s hair out of her face so he can see the desperation on it. “Such a good girl you were, princess. Such a good girl for Daddy. C’mere let me kiss you.”

Fred helps Y/N straddle his waist and tucks a few stray hairs behind her ear. He kisses her deeply, his tongue immediately licking into her mouth. Y/N moans into the kiss, rolling her hips against the rough fabric of Fred’s trousers. Fred groans at the contact on his clothed cock, his hips rolling up to meet hers. “God, so fucking desperate for it aren’t you, princess?” he asks as his lips start to trail kisses down her neck.

Y/N nods, tipping her head back to give Fred more room to kiss. “Need you so bad, Daddy. Missed your cock. That’s what I was thinkin’ about in all those photos. Thinkin’ about how much I love your cock and how good it feels inside of me.”

Fred groans into Y/N’s neck and pulls away so he can look at her. “That’s so fucking hot, princess. Imagining you lying in bed, touching yourself and thinking of me.” Fred kisses Y/N again. “Go on and show Daddy how you touch yourself, princess. Get in bed and pleasure yourself for me.”

Y/N crawls off of Fred’s lap and onto the bed, settling down in the middle of it. One of her hands starts to pinch and twist her nipple, while the other runs down her body and settles at her core. She watches as Fred stands up and starts to undress himself, her index finger starting to rub small circles on her clit. “Oh fuck,” she moans, tilting her head back.

Once Fred is fully nude he kneels on the bed next to Y/N’s head and takes himself in his hand. He starts to slowly stroke his cock, his eyes crawling over every inch of Y/N’s body. There’s a flush that creeps up her chest, over her neck and to her cheeks and her hips are slowly rocking as she teases her clit.

“So pretty, princess. You look so pretty touching yourself for Daddy,” Fred praises.

Y/N turns her head to look at Fred as she feels her orgasm approaching. She opens her mouth, silently asking Fred to let her suck him off. When he doesn’t immediately give in, she whines. “Please let me suck your cock, Daddy. Please.”

Fred reaches down with his free hand to cup Y/N’s cheek. “Fucking hell you’re desperate for it princess.” He pushes his hips forward just enough so Y/N can wrap her lips around the head of his cock.

Y/N whines around Fred’s cock, her head starting to move up and down. She lets her tongue wrap around the head on each pull back, wanting Fred to release into her mouth. When he starts to slowly fuck his hips forward she hums around him in encouragement. As her climax builds she starts to rub harder circles on her clit, desperate for release.

“Fuck princess, gonna make Daddy come,” Fred moans, his eyes watching his cock disappear into her mouth.

Y/N’s eyes flutter shut as she reaches her orgasm, her whole body trembling. She moans around Fred’s cock as pleasure flows through her, causing him to suddenly release into her mouth. Her motions on her clit slow down as Fred’s cock twitches in her mouth and she swallows his release. As Fred slowly pulls his cock out of her mouth Y/N stops her movement on her clit, bringing her hand up to clean off her finger.

“Holy fuck,” Fred pants, watching Y/N’s lips wrap around her finger. “You are so fucking amazing,” he says in awe. Fred’s cock which hadn’t even gone fully soft starts to harden again as Y/N looks up at him. “Look at what you do to Daddy, princess. His cock is already hard for you again.”

Y/N smiles as she gets up to her knees. She wraps one hand around his cock and starts to slowly stroke it, while her other goes to his neck so she can pull their lips together. Fred’s mouth immediately overpowers hers, and he forces his tongue into her mouth. Fred is fully hard in Y/N’s hand now, and as they kiss he maneuvers them so he’s sitting with his back up against the wall, and Y/N is sitting in his lap.

“Need your cock Daddy,” Y/N whines, pulling her mouth away from Fred’s. “Fuck me Daddy, please.”

Fred chuckles, his hands falling onto Y/N’s hips. “Go on then, princess. Fuck yourself on my cock since you’re so desperate for it.” Fred suppresses a groan as Y/N grinds down against him. Fred and Y/N have tried nearly every sexual position either of them could think of, and they both know that being on top is low on Y/N’s list of favorites; she much prefers it when Fred holds her down and fucks her into the mattress.

“Daddy,” she pouts, grinding down against him again.

Fred narrows his eyes at her and resists his urge to kiss her. “Princess,” he warns. “If you wanna be a desperate cock slut, then be a desperate cock slut and fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Maybe if you’re a good girl and you come on Daddy’s cock he’ll give you what you want.”

Y/N perks up at that, and she leans forward to kiss Fred slowly as she rises to her knees. One of her hands’ rests on his shoulder, while the other reaches back to grasp the base of his cock.

Fred breaks their kiss so he can watch as Y/N lines him up with her entrance. Y/N whines as she sinks down, her eyes fluttering shut at how full she feels. She sinks down until their hips meet and Fred is fully inside of her.

“Fuck you’re tight, princess. Always so tight for Daddy,” he praises. He groans as Y/N starts to roll her hips, his grip on her tightening. “Go on, baby,” he encourages. “Get yourself off on my cock.”

“Oh,” Y/N moans, her hands gripping Fred’s shoulders tightly. She starts to slowly pick herself up, stopping when Fred is only halfway inside her, before she slams herself back down. “So good, Daddy,” she pants.

Y/N fucks herself on Fred’s cock like that for a few minutes, growing frustrated when she fails to hit the spot inside of her that will bring her to her orgasm. “Daddy please,” she whines.

“Come on, princess. You know how to fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Come around Daddy’s cock and he’ll give you what you want,” he encourages.

Y/N leans back, placing a hand on each of Fred’s thighs and uses the leverage to lift herself up. “Oh fuck,” she gasps as she sinks back down, the tip of Fred’s cock finally brushing her sweet spot.

“You look so pretty, princess. Getting yourself off on my cock,” Fred praises, helping Y/N to lift her hips off of him. “Such a good girl.”

Y/N moans as she fucks herself on Fred’s cock, already feeling her orgasm approaching. She starts to move her hips desperately, searching for her release. “So close, Daddy. Touch me Daddy please,” she pleads.

Fred smirks before he leans forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to Y/N’s lips. “Come on, Princess, come on Daddy’s cock,” he encourages, one of his hands leaving her hip so he can rub circles on her clit.

With one more downwards movement of her hips Y/N’s walls tighten around Fred as she comes, her body shaking as her orgasm rolls through her. “That’s it, princess. Such a good girl,” Fred coos quietly, his thumb slowing its motion and his hips rocking slightly to help her through her orgasm.

Fred kisses Y/N slowly as her breathing starts to return to normal. She shifts around on his cock as their lips move together and it takes everything in Fred to not come right there. “You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight, princess. Doing so well,” he says, breaking their kiss. “Can you take more, baby? D’you want Daddy to fuck you into the mattress?” Fred pecks Y/N’s lips. “It’s okay if you don’t baby. Daddy just wants to take care of you.”

“Want you to come inside me Daddy,” Y/N tells him, looking into Fred’s eyes. “Want you to pin me down and fuck me into the mattress.”

Fred doesn’t need to be told twice. He kisses Y/N hard and flips them over so her back is on the bed and he’s hovering over her. He throws both of her legs over his shoulders, pinning her to the mattress with his hips. He braces himself with one hand as his other comes up to grip Y/N’s throat and he pulls all the way out before he slams back into her.

“Oh fuck, Daddy,” Y/N moans as Fred starts to fuck into her relentlessly. The tip of his cock is brushing the spot inside of her and she’s already so sensitive from her previous two orgasms, and with the way Fred is gripping the side of her neck she knows she won’t last long.

“God, princess,” Fred grunts as Y/N’s walls clench around him. “Such a good pussy. You always feel go good wrapped around Daddy.” Fred lands a particularly hard slam as Y/N moves to touch herself. “Hands off, princess. Want you to come just from my cock. Can you do that for Daddy?”

Y/N nods, too busy moaning and whining to answer Fred verbally. Her body feels like it’s on fire, her toes curling and her back arching as she reaches her climax. “Daddy,” she moans lowly, as she comes around Fred’s cock, a few stray tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

“Fuck princess,” Fred moans. Y/N’s walls tighten and twitch around him, bringing him to his own release. His hips still as he empties himself inside of her and he crashes their lips together. Fred slows their kiss down as they both recover, unable to stop the smirk that forms on his mouth when Y/N whines as he slowly pulls out of her. Fred collapses on the bed next to Y/N and she immediately cuddles into his side as he wraps his arm around her.

“I love you,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth.  

Fred turns his head so he can kiss her properly, not pulling away until they both need to breathe. “I love you too, Y/N,” he says softly. “Are you alright? Did I go too far?”

Y/N shakes her head, chuckling at Fred’s concern. “Not at all, love. It was incredible.” She pauses so she can press a kiss to his neck. “I’m glad I have the next few days off, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”

Fred laughs and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Good thing I have you all to myself because I have quite a few plans for us.”

Y/N looks up at him, a gleam of mischief in her eyes. “Oh yeah? What might those be?”

“Let’s just say our cameras are definitely going to need more film when I’m done with you.”

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Omg I absolutely loved "There’s A Lot to Lose"! I hope you have some sort of follow up in mind with like Callen checking on Kensi, or any other angsty fics during that period in mind! Happy Easter and thank you for always writing!

A/N: Thanks anon! I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the stories, and I apologize for the delay in writing this (but isn’t that ever the case with me).

***

Second Chances

It’s three days since the team returned from Mexico and Sam hobbles along down the hallway of the post critical care wing of the hospital. Technically, he’s not supposed to be up and about on his own, but Sam Hanna has never been very good at following doctor’s orders. Besides, he tramped all over Mexico with police and criminals chasing him. He can handle a few hundred feet.

He pauses just outside Deeks’ room, taking a moment to observe before he’s noticed. Deeks lays asleep, head turned towards the blind covered windows, Kensi half-slumped on the edge of his bed. Sam doubts she’s left the hospital at all since they were admitted, even though Nell confirmed all her injuries were relatively minor.

He’s glad about that at least. There’s be more than enough fallout from this case.

Figuring he’s seen enough, he lightly knocks on the door, just loud enough to announce his presence without waking Deeks. Although, with the type of meds he’s probably on, Sam imagines he could probably sleep through another shootout.

Kensi jerks up at the sound, wild-eyed and on edge in the few seconds it takes her to realize Sam’s standing there. Even in the poor lighting, she looks exhausted.

“Sam.” She sound grateful as she stands, leaning over for a tight hug. When she releases him, Kensi’s eyes travel down to his bandage and booted feet, not missing that he’s grabbed onto her vacated chair for support. “Aren’t you supposed to be resting your leg?” she asks, mildly admonishing.

“Eh, I did earlier,” Sam says, shrugging off her concern. “Besides, G’s not really a great conversationalist right now.” It’s dark humor, given what they just barely survived, but he figures since their resident jokesters are out of commission, somebody has to pick up the slack.

“How’s he doing?”

“Better.” He thinks of the Callen’s struggled to stay awake long enough to complete the basic physical and respiratory therapy exercises every day. The blood he occasionally coughs up, sometimes with minimal activity. “It’s going to be a long road, but he can manage it. He’s tough.”

“He is,” Kensi agrees, rubbing at her elbows. “I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to come see you guys before but…” she glances over her shoulder, and Sam can tell she’s itching to go to Deeks again. That’s a good sign at least. Though, Kensi’s not exactly the type to abandon Deeks in his time of need, even if they had broken up.

“Hey, I understand,” Sam assures her. “After everything you’ve been through, after all you’ve done to bring him home, it’s hard to step away.”

Kensi nods, brows furrowing as she reaches over to brush his cheek. Deeks remains still, other than the even rise and fall of his chest, right hand loosely placed over the blankets pulled up to his neck. His skin is speckled with cuts, burns, and bruises, which somehow look worse in the dim lighting.

“What did the doctor say about him? Nell said his overall prognosis was good.”

“Uh, he has a severe, grade 3 concussion,” she says. She twists her bottom lip between her thumb and forefinger. “You know, from the TBI. So that’s not great, but the doctor said it could have been a lot worse. There wasn’t any bleeding or fractures, or enough pressure to require surgical intervention at this point. The couple times he’s been awake, he seems to remember bits and pieces. I guess he’s lucky.”

“I suppose we all are.” Sam pauses a beat and then brushes Kensi’s shoulder, meeting her gaze steadily. “And how are you doing? I know things were kind of tense between you two when we left.”

Kensi sighs, lifting her eyes towards the ceiling. “I guess you probably know about our fight,” she guesses. There’s no judgment in her voice, though maybe slight exasperation.

“Barely.”

“Deeks and I had a…disagreement and I, I purposely misunderstood what he was saying. Tension was high and we were stressed, but it’s not really an excuse for what I accused Deeks of or almost leaving without him.” She pauses, swallowing deeply. “I guess what happened kind of put everything in perspective for me.

“Does that mean you made up?” Sam asks gently.

“When Deeks woke up for the first time, he said he still wants to get married and I do too. I love him more than anything,” Kensi whispers. Her voice trembles as she cups Deeks’ hand beneath the blanket. “But what if I can’t give him what he wants? I’m afraid he’ll just give in and do whatever I want to keep me happy, to keep us together.” Tears fill her eyes as she says the last few words. Her turmoil is almost tangible and Sam gently grips her shoulder, hoping to ground her, to steady her.

“Hey, you have plenty of time to figure that out, Kensi,” he says. “I know you two are going to feel like this is a sign to get married as soon as possible, that life is short, but don’t fall into that trap. Talk to each other. Work things out. Realize that you’ve been gifted a second chance and take it.”

Kensi nods jerkily, dipping her chin slightly, likely to hide oncoming tears.

“I’ll try,” she mutters thickly.

“You guys got this.” He pulls her in for a second, briefer hug. “And if you don’t, I’ll come kick some sense into both your butts.”

Kensi chuckles at that. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Anytime for family.”

***

A/N: Just a bit of angst as requested. I’m never quite sure how much anyone else on the team new about the fight, so I went with them having a basic idea. Additionally, the medical info about Deeks is taken directly from 10x06. I decided to keep it close to the timeline of the first fic. Hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for the prompt!

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Lisa cuddy x reader - other life

Hi x could I request Lisa cuddy x reader where the reader is on houses team and they have a crush on cuddy. With them ending up together please! Thank you and no worries if you don’t want to <3 - Anon💜

You couldn’t help looking at her as she walked past. You thought you were being sneaky but apparently not because Cameron smiled as she slid next to you.

“Does Cuddy scare you?” She asked.

You jumped slightly, shaking your head you awkwardly looked away as you quickly gathered some files from the desk to take back to the office and go over.

“Then whyd you stare at her?” She asked next.

You avoided the question and tried to leave the conversation but apparently your friend was having non of it because she followed you.

Suddenly a gasp left her mouth, she jogged in front of you and blocked the door to the office.

“You have a crush on her?!” She whisper yelled.

“No...” you mumbled.

“Oh you so do.” She teased.

You hid your face between the files and gently kicked her in the shin.

“Please don’t tell anyone!”

“I won’t, your secrete is safe with me.” She laughed.

You smiled sweetly and made you way into the office, sitting at the table with Chase and Foremen as you split the files between them all.

Cameron made sure whenever Cuddy walked past that you knew, she would nudge you, or call your name.

A few weeks had passed, and you were called in from a day off, so when you rocked up all clad in leather, and a bikers helmet under your arm everyone was stunned to say the least.

“Looks like our sweet innocent (Y/N) has a bad side.” House chuckled.

“Damn, I didnt think this would be how you dressed outside of work. Looking good (Y/N)!” Chase smiled.

You awkwardly looked away and mumbled a Thanks before glancing at them again.

“So... Uhm.. What’s up anyways..?”

“We just needed you to fill in some missing paperwork.” Cuddy smiled.

She looked as if she was trying hard not to look at you, but when you glanced to her, she was peering at you from the corner of her eyes.

She grabbed a few papers from the reception desk and turned her back towards you.

“It won’t take long, they’re in my office.”

You nodded and trailed behind her, catching the wink that Cameron sent you way.

Following behind your boss, you gently closed the doors behind you, and set you helmet on the floor, stripping yourself of your leather jacket, you revealed a white vest with faint red stains dotted on it.

Cuddy watched you as you neatly folded the jacket, setting it on the floor with your helmet.

You had a full sleeve tattoo, roses and thorns that went from your elbow to your wrist.

“I wasn’t aware you had tattoos.” She said.

You quickly spun round, hiding your arm behind your back.

“Sorry! I know the hospital doesn’t approve of tattoos, it’s why I try to hide it.” You mumbled.

“May I have a look?” She asked.

You blushed a little and nodded your head, walking over you held your arm out to her.

She carefully held it making your skin tingle a little where she touched. She slowly inspected the work of art on your skin before letting your arm go.

“It’s a beautiful work, if you don’t mind try keep it away while at work.”

“Of course, thank you.”

She smiled and handed you some papers and a pen.

“It isn’t much at all, I’ve noted where you need to fill in.”

“Thank you... sorry to trouble you...”

“Not at all (Y/N).”

You knelt at her desk to start filling in your missing work.

While doing that, Cuddy tried to keep her eyes from you but she couldn’t. She was intrigued by this new side of you.

“May I asked what you were doing before you came here?”

“I was in a rally, we gather on the track and race.” You replied softly.

“I see. It seems like a rather... extreme sport for someone of your personality.”

You smiled up at her as you stood, sliding the paper and pen back over.

“It is, but I really enjoy it. They guys are some good friends of mine.”

You headed over and pulled your jacket back on, you went to zip it up but you were stopped by Cuddy suddenly in front of you. Pointing to the stains on your vest.

“Is That why there’s blood on your clothes?” She asked concerned.

“Sometimes landings are hard to stick.” She grinned sheepishly.

She frowned but never said anything, just allowed you to zip the jacket up and tuck the helmet under your arm.

“I mean... if it’ll make you feel better you can come watch some time...”

You were expecting her to say no, but as always you wanted her to say yes. You wanted to spend time with her, and for her to see your favourite thing in the world.

“That is inappropriate.”

“Sorry...”

You went to leave, but she quickly grabbed your arm making you stop. A sly smile on her face.

“Just don’t let anyone find out, okay?”

“Of course! I’ll text the address I’ll be there all day.”

You gave her a small wave and jogged out with a huge smile on your face.

Hours had passed, and you were laid on the floor, covered in dirt and oil as you tinkered with a bike in the garage.

“Hey kid, there’s a guest for you!” A biker called.

“Huh!?”

You shot up, head smacking off the bike, you groaned and stood up, heading over to the counter you grabbed a clean rag and pressed it to the sore spot, making your way outside.

To your surprise, Cuddy was stood there dressed in casual clothing.

“Cuddy! Sorry I completely got carried away!”

“It’s alright, and it’s Lisa outside of work. Are you okay?” She asked pointing to your head.

“Yeah... I think so...”

You took the rag away, there was a little blood on it but not muched so your shrugged, cleaning the oil from your hands you tossed it behind you.

“What would you like to see first?” you asked.

“Preferably a band aid on that cut.”

You grinned a little and nodded, leading her into the bar, you headed to the back to search for some.

“You can order, it’s on my tab.”

“Thanks.”

You pulled out the medical box and set it on the bar, grabbing what you needed you put it back.

“Again?” A man sighed.

“Sorry Jax...” you sighed.

“Be more carefully idiot. And get your lady a drink, don’t be rude!”

You raised your hands, leaving the medical supplies you turned to Cuddy.

“The man has spoken, what can I get you?”

“How about a beer.” She smiled.

“Ah, a beer for the hard working lady.”

You whipped one out and opened it, sliding it over to her, you made your own drink and friend around.

Cuddy motioned for you to sit next to her so you walked around and sat at the bar.

She grabbed an antibacterial wipe and opened it, bringing it up to your head.

“It’s gonna sting.”

She pressed it on and you hissed slightly, but allowed her to clean the wound. When she was done she grabbed the bandaid and gently covered the small cut.

“Thanks...” you said shyly.

She smiled and you guys drank for a bit before you showered her around.

“This is the garage, it’s where we store bikes that don’t work. Some are for parts others are being fixed up.”

“You were working in here, right?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m fixing up a bike for my friends kid. He died a few months ago, and wanted his daughter to have his bike.”

Cuddy looked at you staring at the half put together bike in sadness.

She teached out, taking your hand in hers ah laced your fingers together.

“You’re a good person. That’s really sweet of you.”

You gave her a pained smile and turned around, pain melting away into happiness as you led her out and back into the bar.

“This was pretty fun. It’s nice to see what you’re like outside of work, it’s definitely a huge shock.”

“Yeah, most people never guess this is my other life.” You laughed.

She laughed and looked at you, leaning forward she pressed a kiss to your cheek and pulled back. Whether it was real or if she drank too much you didn’t know, and you didn’t wanna know either.

“Can we do this again sometime?” She asked.

“I’d love that Lisa.” You smiled

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#5

Around You (Part 3)

Pairing: LOONA Chuu ft. Heejin, Hyunjin X Male Reader

Word Count: 6997

A/N 1: Hallo Orenjideul! It has been a a while since I released a fic and here it is! it has been a busy month for me so sorry for the readers who made me wait for this series ._. Anyways, hope you enjoy this third part of my "Around You" mini-series and have a great day ahead Orenjideul! <3

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#4

Fall Again

Pairing: LOONA Kim Lip X Male Reader

Word Count: 2627

A/N 1: Henno Orenjideul! Days had been really busy so there will be delays on my release so enjoy this fluff piece of Lip in reference with these photos! I did my best so enjoy this and have a great day ahead!

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A stroll down the streets of Seoul has never been the best as the perfect ambiance sets up the best of all your moods: faint car sounds at the distance, cold breeze of the wind, dim lights of the lampposts and the orange hazel of the sunset-filled skies alongside the grayish clouds. It never had felt exceptional, knowing that you’re meeting someone beyond special later and you can’t help but smile thinking all about it. It would be an exciting moment that’s worth cherishing and it will be.

*phone vibrates*

“Oh, Hello Lip!”

“Hey, where are you now?”

“Uhm, I’m here on the street near the place that you’re inviting me to go to. I will be there real quick! I’m on my way, okay? ”

“Okay, I’ll wait here. Bye…”

“Bye Lip..”

You hang up the phone and without wasting any time, you approach the location as quickly as possible as you get nearer and nearer. A minute has passed and only footsteps are now the distance between you and the restaurant as you were greeted by Jungeun who is sitting at the wooden bench.

“Oh, hello Lip…”

“Hi…”

The both of you know how awkward you are towards each other and it’s even worse now, considering how busy both your schedules are to the point that the both of you rely on messaging and calling each other; not meeting or even bonding for even an hour and you hate it. You know how time-consuming it is being an idol of a famous girl group called “Girls of the Month” or mononymously known as “LOONA” as her schedules are far worse than yours—her hectic and confusing plans for the both of you says so for the past couple weeks that hasn’t been done.

She’s mostly known for her chic and fierce stage presence and her cold and tsundere demeanor yet she’s a complete opposite once she sets down the microphones because of her dorky, talkative and shy side. She also shows those traits of hers whenever she’s with you and you loved every second of it. You never thought how clingy she is when all you can see is her being the opposite—her assisting and taking care of her fellow members—yet you won’t complain but rather, it puts a smile on your face on how good of a person Jungeun is. You’re definitely grateful for having a girl like her and you couldn’t ask for more.

“It’s been awhile, eh?”

“Yeah, and I’ve missed you…”

“I missed you too. I’m just suddenly feeling kinda off today but we really need to meet now since tomorrow's gonna be a busy day.”

“What’s going to happen tomorrow?”

A deep sigh escapes Jungeun's lips as concern paints your face, not feeling about the words that she'll say next.

"More practice and it is exhausting, then we'll shoot our comeback stage tomorrow. I just want to restttttt…"

You definitely see how exhausting she can be with all of her hectic schedules as you pat her back, hoping to enlighten the mood and to make her feel better. A faint smile is her response as you invited her to go inside the restaurant before slipping it out of your mind and not to forget why the both of you are here.

“Hey Lip!”

“Yuh, tone your voice down a little, I’m just right here.”

“Oh sorry, don’t you want to go to the rooftop? Y’know, the ambiance looks great there and it always sets the mood.”

Jungeun thinks deeply about your suggestion as you can see her eyes squinting with her arms crossed. You always find it cute whenever she squints and you can’t help but fall into her charms. Even with her cold and tsundere-like demeanor, she’s always on her softer side whenever she’s with you or with her members and it always boosts your day thinking of that.

“You know you’re probably right. We’ll go to the rooftop.”

Greet the staff and the people at the cashier and a waiter helped the both of you from coursing your way to the rooftop of the restaurant. Luckily, there was no one at the rooftop and it’s not even a sweat getting a seat for the both of you as the waiter lends you the menus and a buzzer. 

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246 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

#3

Delight

Pairing: fromis_9 Hayoung x Male Reader

Word Count: 1932

A/N 1: Hello Orenjideul! I'm back with another fluff featuring our birthday girl, Hayoung! I just made this quick and it is unedited, so I hope this turns out well. Stay safe everyone and enjoy this piece! <3

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Series of boisterous chatterings can be heard from their set as the members and the staff celebrated Hayoung’s birthday which Hayoung certainly enjoys. 

Blowing the candle as the members cheer for her, Hayoung never felt delighted in her entire life as a precious smile prints her face, knowing how much they treasure Hayoung’s birthday and that almost made her tear up by just thinking of it.

It was too much for her heart to handle: the balloons, the mini tiara on the top of Hayoung’s head, the cake and the positivity that envelops each person on the set says enough. With that being said, the members then took pictures of Hayoung to gather a memory that she’ll forever cherish.

“Happy birthday Unnie!” A radiating sunshine comes near Hayoung as the rest of the members are preparing to leave the set as the shoot has been over.

“Thank you Jiheon…” Hayoung responded with a deep sigh right after, making Jiheon concerned as her eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, what’s the matter Unnie? Is there something wrong?”

“Nothing much, Jiheon-ah. It’s just…”

Like the smart and clever girl she is, Jiheon got a grasp on why Hayoung is feeling off suddenly. She then reassures her with some encouraging words as well as a few pats on her back as Hayoung faintly smiles with her actions yet she can’t help but still feel the hint of disgruntled despite the day being complete.

“He’ll come Unnie, you just need to wait…”

“I hope so, Jiheon.”

After a couple of seconds of Hayoung contemplating, Jiheon then invites her to join the group as they’re going to go home to their dorm. Hayoung insists as she wants to be alone but she’s later convinced by Saerom and Seoyeon. 

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“I’ll just go and sleep alright? Good night and also, Happy birthday again Unnie!” Nagyung cheerfully bid ‘goodnights’ to Hayoung and Saerom as the rest of the members are preparing themselves to sleep in their own designated, shared rooms.

It has been another exhilarating day for the group and Hayoung is definitely tired yet her heart still shouts for that one thing that she’s wanting before the day ends is that you, here on her 25th birthday. 

It has been almost 11 pm, just an hour left before the day is over and you never showed up even in a single second. Hayoung is frustrated upon your absence despite all of the memories she made today. 

“Hey Hayoung-ah, I’m sure that he’ll come here… he’s just maybe rushing just to get you as he’s busy. There’s still hope…”

Saerom’s reassuring tone enlightens Hayoung to still fall on the positive side rather than thinking on the opposite. Maybe, in reality, you may not come but there’s still a fire igniting in Hayoung's heart that you’ll celebrate her birthday with open arms.

“He promised to come here… B-But, I’ll still wait…”

Saerom smiles as she’s enlightened about her thinking. After a few more talks with Hayoung, Saerom then gestured to Hayoung that she’ll go to her room to sleep as a nod from Hayoung is the response. As she’s the only one who’s ‘awake’, she then wanders her eyes from the vast night sky, reminiscing the fun moments with you and the other members. She smiles and giggles with those thoughts, knowing how much all of you mean to her yet she can’t escape the fact that you’re still not here, and brings back the frown on her face.

*doorbell rings*

Jisun then hurriedly walks to the stairs as Hayoung stops her, hoping that it’s you as dopamine starts boosting Hayoung, making her squeal in delight.

“I’ll open the door Jisun-ah, maybe it’s him…”

“Okay Unnie, have fun… The both of you! Ehe…”

Within Hayoung’s actions, Jisun went back to her room as Hayoung opened the door—she didn’t even bother peeking as excitement ran down her veins—and to her surprise, an angel appeared as she was stunned, her joy above the limits, higher than the roof. 

“Oppa! I missed yo-ou…” Hayoung hugs you tightly as her head snuggle on your chest, making you hug her in response without even being able to muster a single word.

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247 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

#2

Fading Tulips

Pairing: fromis_9 Hayoung X Male Reader

Word Count: 2333

A/N 1: Henno Orenjideul! This will be my first fromis_9 fluff fic with a lil' bit of angst and hope y'all enjoy this! Have a great day ahead and stay safe! <3

!! Warning !! : Mentions of Alcohol

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Friday nights are your usual serotonin boosts considering that it's going to be another nice weekend full of self-reflection, bonding and entertainment outside your physical endeavors yet it doesn’t feel like that’s the case today. The rain outside sets up the mood for you to be sentimental yet why would you be? It’s not because of another stressful night that just threw gasoline on the flames or another crappy Internet connection that made your test a living hell but rather more than that.

Rubbing your fingers gently to the mouth of the glass, you let out a deep sigh that feels like it reverberated around the room. You took a sip—maybe two—maybe three—as the heat of the drink ignites inside your throat, almost coughing right after on how bittersweet the grapefruit and Soju concoction is. 

“She doesn’t understand things, I hate it…”

Drink again and let the liquid burn in your throat as you pour in more. Not so long after, you grabbed some leftover, recently-heated Korean fried chicken right after your shot as you craved for it, badly. Everything just feels off today as you’re usually that of a nonchalant-acting guy yet here you are, serotonin off the radar as you can’t even enjoy what you’ve been craving for.

After minutes of eating the portions alongside the shots you’ve taken, you burped and started to feel lightheaded as the alcohol is already kicking in. The rain outside rages as it gets stronger as time goes by. You didn’t mind it and started scrolling down the endless feed appearing from the blue light being emitted by your phone. A few laughs and smiles enlightens the mood yet it still can’t slip off your mind—you want to forget it.

A few more shots and you’re feeling worse than before, stopping right after and devouring all of the chicken on the table. Feeling uneasy and vulnerable right now, you want to go and drink some water until a ring on the doorbell stops you from doing so.

“Ugh, who the hell visits my house at this time? Gosh…”

While feeling dizzy and uneasy, you hurriedly hid the alcohol and the shotglass on the refrigerator and walked towards the door right after to reveal who's behind the door only to wish that you shouldn’t have opened it.

“C-Can we talk?”

A black-haired woman in an oversized hoodie baffled you and stunning you at your place. She hands down the umbrella at the rack as you can see her hair messed-up alongside herself being soaked on how intense the rain has been pouring. Time felt slower as several emotions ran down your veins as you can’t think of what you could do at this moment—you just wished that she didn’t appear in front of you.

Fighting your own emotions, you set up a stern face and a cold demeanor as you let her in your house, not wanting to let herself be soaked more by the torrential pour of the rain even though she looks like she’s one. 

“Here, a towel to dry yourself.”

“T-Thanks…”

She gently got the towel from your arms as a cold “Welcome” came out of your mouth. You still can’t help to be soft and thoughtful whenever you’re with her no matter what situation the both of you are in. She knows this and you know it yourself too. Even with the mask you're on, you still can't help to feel concerned yet you fight it with your utmost efforts.

“I said don't go out when the rain is this extreme, right? You may catch a cold and you know that it's not good for you.”

“I k-know but can we just talk?”

Ignore her calls and let the extremity of the rain rattles the roof to outpower her voice yet your ears want to listen to her, decipher every syllable that comes out of her mouth as nature is against your odds—the rain calming down as soon as she speaks.

“Please?”

How can you deny her endearing voice pleading for you? You can't yet you’re still fighting yourself over the temptation of breaking your cold act in front of her. You can see her pout alongside hearing her cute, audible whines that make you hard to fight for falling in. You stayed strong yet your curious mind can’t help to ask her more questions about her plan on coming to your place in an unanticipated time.

“I just want to t-talk about what h-happened a week ago. I’m sorry f-for being so selfish and a lot o-of stuff like that…”

The rain worsens as the rattle’s on the roof is in the same course of noises from outside. It outpowers her voice yet your ears did the best to listen to her—it also can’t be helped as you feel invigorated whenever hearing her saccharine voice. Your face involuntarily forms a frown upon hearing her stutter and how sincere she is about her apologies. As you face her once again, your stern gaze sends shivers down her spine as you sit right beside her, not uttering a single word which earns a confused expression from hers.

“Please… I’m really s-sorry about it. I should have t-talked about you when I h-had the time and I’m t-taking this opportunity today.”

She tucked her arms around herself after as you can see her hare lips shivering on how cold she’s been feeling. You then realize how sincere she is about her apologies and how determined she is on getting to you and that prints a faint smile on your face. She notices it as she can’t help but smile too—knowing how contagious your smiles could be sometimes and she can’t help but smile too. You hurriedly fixed your smile and came back to you cold self as your eyes almost formed a squint, staring right on her brown-colored pupils.

“Glad you knew, Hayoung.”

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248 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Better

Pairing: LOONA Chuu X Male Reader

Word Count: 1781

A/N 1: Henlo Orenjideul! Probably you didn't expect me releasing something, didn't ya'? I'm also not expecting Chuu posting so I decided to write another floofy Chuu piece. Also, this is maybe one of my floofiest works! Enjoy this and have a great day ahead Orenjideul!

A/N 2: Also, this is a quick one and unedited!

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The flicker of the lights from a nearby lamppost makes your eyes wander around every detail of the things at your sight. The cold breeze blows as your hair brushes in response to such a cold and awkward night in a coffee shop. Sipping on your frappuccino, your right index finger swiped and scrolled through the blue screen that the smartphone is emitting, gaining laughs and smiles because of various memes appearing in your feed. 

As time goes by, whistles of various tunes escape from your mouth as a vibrant voice refrains you from drinking your frappe, even doing anything, to say the least.

“Hey! Oppa! Annyeong!!”

“Hi Jiwoo-yah… Glad you came…”

“Of course Oppa! All for you!~”

She breaks the silence that emanates around the area of the coffee shop as you feel that the sun shined earlier than what it is supposed to be. She is Kim Jiwoo, the walking serotonin, your most treasured puffball, the love of your life. 

You're always glad that you’ve met her, probably thanking your professor for pairing the both of you in a pre-calculus output that had been a burden if done alone. It always feels surreal and wholesome whenever you’re meeting with Jiwoo, no matter what your mood is or the time you’re meeting her. 

It feels like she has accumulated all the energy in the world as her optimism ranges up to the maximum. She also gets along well with strangers, feeling like they’re close with each other but it’s actually the opposite. It made you jealous sometimes but you got used to it. Now, it doesn’t really bother you the most but rather, her extroverted demeanor made you evolve into a social butterfly. You’d always treasure and cherish every time you’re with her as she’s also thankful that she’s by your side, always.

“Is t-there anything wrong, Oppa?”

“Tch, nothing much, It’s just…”

“It’s just what? Tell me something, Oppa. Share it with me.”

Her pleading puppy eyes tell about the concern that she’s feeling right now as she holds your hand affectionately and pouts, hoping to get a response from you.

“Can I share it later? ‘Cuz like we’re still in public and like~ a~ meh…”

“There’s no one here outside to hear us. I even bet there’s no one that would eavesdrop on us here.”

“B-but, someone may-”

You were paused by a sudden peck at your cheeks that made a lip mark caused by her lipstick. It seems like a blush isn’t evident on your cheeks yet the reddish tint on your ears says so, feeling the temperature rising up after the peck. Gladly, you’re against the light that the bulb is emitting so she can’t see any flustered responses your body has been involuntarily telling you.

“We’ve talked about this Oppa… You don’t need to hide anything from me, so pweeeease?”

“F-fine… Fine! I’m just…”

“Just??”

You then look at her precious diamond eyes as you caressed her cheeks, making her smile sincerely as she made eye contact with you, once again.

“...Grateful for having you Jiwoo. I’m grateful that I met you and I’m always thankful for being by my side on the times I’m down, m-maybe even every time you’re with me! I’m so t-thankful to have you, so soooo thankful…”

An audible gasp came out of her mouth once she heard your sincere words towards her. Schedule conflicts made the both of you struggle to see each other. That's why the both of you always depend on chatting with each other, no matter what time or place you could be. Even though there’s a hindrance in your relationship, it doesn’t stop you from showing your affection to each other yet it feels like you’re lacking in expressing some of it for her. You feel you need to be a better man to Jiwoo and you’ll do it, whatever it takes.

“T-thanks Oppa, b-but why are y-you like this? D-did something happen?”

You just smiled as a chuckle followed. You didn’t answer her question for a while as you took a sip on your half-filled frappuccino as your smile is still evident, making her contagiously smile in response.

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248 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

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