#didi * ੈ♡‧₊˚

[primoredial-jade]

heartbeat

“ my heart's on fire for your love. “

pairings: childe x gn!reader

cw: awkward / wholesome love confession confrontations, spoilers of liyue’s archon quest, reader is a medic, reader has hair long enough to put behind ear, reader resides in liyue, few mentions of light injuries and wariness of death, childe calls reader “doc’” 

a/n: i had finished this and left it in the drafts from over a year ago! this is an alternative story i wrote for a prompt didi ( @monocaelia ) sent me for a drabble i wrote called to be in love, and i guess i totally went a different route for that one. hope you enjoy this one as well!!!

“i don’t get paid nearly enough for this.” 

the harbinger has the audacity to chuckle under his breath, leaning further back into the examination table with one of his hands covering his eye. he keeps his voice light despite the apparent discomfort he’s in. 

“don’t worry, doc’. i could offer a little donation to show my gratitude, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

you can’t help the exasperated, heaving sigh that escapes your mouth. you knew his pockets ran deep, but you weren’t being serious. had it been anyone else, you would have kept quiet to maintain your professionalism, but with childe, this all went out the window. 

being a disciple of baizhu and gui at the renowned bubu pharmacy of liyue, you were prone to getting oddball patients every now and then. having to resuscitate a boy from nearly dying eating jueyun chili’s here, selling medicinal herbs to a woman that ate them raw on the spot there.

but truly, no one was as odd as childe. 

as a medical professional, you couldn’t just turn away a patient if they needed your help. the first time he turned up to the pharmacy with cuts and bruises all over in search of painkillers, you had an inkling who he was aligned with based off of the colors of his outfit alone, never mind the fact that he was obviously a foreigner. 

at that time, liyue harbor had only just survived osial’s attack, and word had gotten around that the fatui had much to do with it. while you remained as concise with your words as possible when handing him the bottle of painkillers, you could not repress the urge to make the passive-aggressive question that, 

“it really is a shame that some renowned factions, despite their cunning in their quest for world domination, do not have professional resident medics on standby. don’t you think?” 

you probably should have been killed on the spot for making such a crass comment. as his eyes rose to slowly meet your own, you found a deep sea torrent of both interest and fascination instead of anger. it had taken you aback, but you kept your chin held high.

needless to say, childe’s interest was piqued. 

he had begun to make it a habit to visit at least once every two days. granted, he really was injured or needed medicine when he dropped by, and you were definitely not happy about it; not only because it was him, but because you didn’t necessarily like to have regulars in this type of job. seeing the same patients, even if it was childe, getting hurt over and over again didn’t do your heart any favors.

sometimes, you would seriously consider if he got himself injured on purpose just to see you.

he initiated small talk during your examinations, and while at first you were curt and to the point, he managed to weasel his way past your walls. little by little, you were falling prone to his undeniable charm.

his stupid grin and quirk of his brow when you made an offhand comment made your pulse quicken, his dumb jokes that you didn’t understand unless you were snezhnayan still made you crack a smile, and the fact that he was always honest with you– you were beginning to tolerate him. maybe, more than you had anticipated.

it wasn’t like you were dumb. you could feel the longing looks he gave while you tended to his shallow wounds, his methods of finding cheeky ways to retain your attention for longer, the way he openly talked about his family. fatui don’t reveal personal information like that to just anybody.

today, it seemed as if he had gotten hit in the face with a dirtbomb from treasure hoarders, judging by the dirtied spots on his clothes. some of it must have gotten in his eye.

“i’m not even specialized in optometry,” you mumble, but he shrugs his shoulders innocently, disregarding your comment entirely.

“so long as you can help me see again, it doesn’t matter to me,” he answers easily.

“let me, then,” you urge in a quiet hush, peeling his hand away from his eye.

he has it still scrunched up in discomfort, and you can see the defensive tears from that eye covering the expanse of his face. while you know he isn’t necessarily crying voluntarily, it still brings a pang to your chest.

with the knowledge that he’s a capable fighter with a pain tolerance that is unrivaled, yet even just a little dirt can incapacitate him– it shocks you. at the end of the day, he was human, just like you.

and if he wasn’t so lucky the next time, it could even get in both of his eyes. who knows what would transpire on the battlefield next. he could… lose.

you’re clearly shaken up by your thoughts, and childe waves his free hand over your face, amusement clear on his expression.

“i didn’t come to one of the best pharmacy’s in teyvat to get spaced out on,” his tone softens, sounding more serious, “i’m fine, trust me. nothing to worry about, see?”

he gives a charming half-smile, and you resist the urge to pinch his cheek in retaliation.

“i’m going to flush it out. don’t force yourself to open it, but if you feel the discomfort easing up, just do it slowly,” you instruct, taking a bowl of clean water to his side.

childe, usually one to make more joking complaints, is uncharacteristically compliant with your demands. the room is quiet as he lets you pour the cool water over his eye, and slowly but surely, he opens it up again.

it’s red-rimmed and has seen better days, but you let out a hushed sigh of relief knowing that it’s still functioning fine from what you can tell so far.

“does it still hurt?” you ask, taking a towel and gently wiping away the wetness of the water on his face. it feels… oddly domestic, somehow.

childe shakes his head no, but squints up at you. “not really, but it’s still a little blurry.”

you hum, sliding closer to his face to get a better look, assessing it for a final time just to make sure.

this close, you can feel his breath fanning across your face. it distracts you, but not nearly as much as the endless pools of blue that are staring right into your own. it should unnerve you, the way they don’t sparkle like anyone else’s would, but it doesn’t.

his eyes flicker all across your face, and you feel heat rising up your neck.

once you nod in affirmation and pull away, it’s only then do you realize the flustered state that you left him in. he’s fidgeting, hands clenched into loose fists and ears pinking. you give him a funny look, unable to suppress a smirk.

“it looks fine to me, childe. thankfully it does not look like there will be lasting damage, but you should really see a qualified optometrist, so–“

“i have to tell you something.” he interrupts, looking bashful. you’re immediately on high alert. childe is never bashful.

“childe, i’m still on the clock,” you remind, already having some idea of what he might have to say.

“then consider this a… a patient telling you about their life, or something,” he finishes lamely, chuckling nervously. you can only chew on your lip in anticipation, blood pounding in your ears.

“well, i...” he takes a breath, “i think... well. i’m in love with a nurse,” ajax admits, posture suddenly straightening, confident. “i have been in love with them for a while now, actually. so… if i were to confess, how do you think they would react?” he purses his lips in anticipation at your response.

despite his unwavering voice, his red ears indicate how he really feels in this moment. he’s cute, you think. you briefly hold eye contact, smirking when he is the one to break it. it brings you a sick sense of pride to see such a powerful man brought to his knees from something like this.

he looks definitively taken aback at the airy chuckle you give, responding, “ah, i see.”

now he is really confused. “i– what?” he sputters, eyes darting over your face to get a read on you. 

the quirk in your brow, the knowing smile you have on your face. really, looking at how beautiful you look in this moment only confirms his feelings. 

the cogs in his brain are turning every which way, until finally, it clicks. he brings up a hand to his forehead, letting out a low grumble of embarrassment. with zero shame, he pulls you toward him by your wrist and leans his head against your shoulder. allowing him this brief moment of reprieve, you bring up a hand to card through his hair.

“you knew?” he asks, clearly ashamed at his lack of finesse. you snort, pulling away slightly to meet his eyes.

“well, you haven’t exactly been discreet…” 

he can only bury his head into your shoulder again, completely flushed.

“okay, well,” his breath tickles your skin as you give another chuckle, “i’ll ask again. how do you think this nurse would react?”

pulling completely away from him, you point up at the clock. he huffs, unhappy with your consistency to uphold professionalism.

“maybe you should ask this nurse in another hour after their shift is over.”

childe rolls his eyes. “alright, alright. then i hope this nurse will be happy to meet me at wanmin’s restaurant with their answer– i will only be expecting good things.” 

he laughs the entire way you shoo him out, and only eases up to lean down and tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“i’ll see you soon, doc’.”

#omg i forgot i even wrote this #it’s not my favoriteeee thing i’ve ever wrote but i figured i needed to let it out lolol #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #childe fluff #genshin impact #reader insert #scenario #childe | primoredial-jade #didi * ੈ♡‧₊˚

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[simjaeyunluvrrr]

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[verxsyon]

OMG OMG VERA I JUST GOT HOME AND DIDNT KNOW IT WAS UR BIRTHDAY SPECIFICALLY TODAY WAH ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

but!! regardless; i hope you had a nice birthday today !! when you celebrate it this weekend, i hope you spend it well with the people you love!! im sorry i couldn’t make it to ur birthday stream TT but! i’m glad we still got to celebrate a little with the barbie movies heehee (óvò)💕

lots of love verbee!!

THANK U DIDI!!! ISSOK!!! i’m gonna delete the bday stream bc it was 30 min long LMAO and planning to make it longer by playing p5r or kirby 👀. THE MOVIE NIGHT WAS SO FUN WE SHOULD DO IT AGAIN :DDD.

#— mail 💌 #— stars ✭ #— didi ♡ #HAPPYVERADAY!

[luxbunn]

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[trynafindbarbiee2]

Barbieeee!!!

No, no this can't be real 😭 I ENTERED THE VOID Few mins ago and I'm here telling my success story to you <3 TBH I'm still in shock

I'm very grateful to you fr, I didi your Trance State method and as u told I did a guided meditation first and i really felt so good then I played that Trance state vid and while I was following her instructions everything went black all of a sudden and I knew for a fact that I AM IN THE VOID, LIKE WHAT!!! I didn't even completed the vid 😭✨ The moment I realized that I'm in the void I affirmed for my void list without wasting a sec lmao! Then in rested there a bit and snapped out. MY DREAM LIFE WAS THERE IN FRONT OF MY OWN FUCKINGG EYES!! I kid u not I'm literally crying while writing this 🥺💋I'm so excited too

YOU ARE THE BEST <333

Can I be your anon 😻?

Success Story !

OMGosh! Congratulations luv ♡ I'm glad I could help you and I'm so proud of you as well...."I'm literally crying while writing this" 😭 yeah ik how it feels

You guys can't even imagine how reading your success stories makes me feel <3

#void state #void success #void state success story #anon 😻

[galiccfinds]

hey love, i saw your 1 base, 4 sims post and i fell in love with all of the girls they are so so cute!! wcif the hairs and the eyes please (also the pink sim's eyebrows) <3

hii didi! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

thank youu so much for your kind words!! ♡ cc links under the cut:

1. hair by @lam-z found here. contacts by @learxflaire found here (tsr) ──★ 2. hair by @kamiiri found here. cat ear acc by @icchixxxxxx1 found here and heart strand by @simbience found here. contacts by @kikuruacchi found here (tsr) ──★ 3. hair by @lam-z found here. contacts by waterblue found here ──★ 4. hair by @jino-sims found here. contacts by @yun-seol found here

also don't know if you need, but their eye preset is the cherry by @stretchskeleton. and their eyebrows are from the orbit set (4) by @dumbabieee

enjoy~ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

#gali wci #wcif #cc links

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

⌦ .｡ guys, the desis are at it again… .:*♡

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x fem!Indian!Reader (Platonic!!) (Gwen, Miles and Hobie are there too)

Type: Oneshot - Fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Usage of Hindi ig? (It’s all translated dw) Some cussing, Indian-British jokes and I think that’s it

A/N: I had this in my drafts for a while and only finished it now after eating the spiciest samosa I have ever had in my life so yay :D

I know it makes more sense for Pavi to be a strictly vegetarian Hindu considering how he got his powers, but here he eats chicken and mutton because some of the spiciest Indian dishes I’ve ever tried have meat in them (COUGH COUGH LAAL MAAS)

Also uh I hc that Pavitr’s middle name is Bhim after his uncle bc yk Peter has Benjamin so he has Bhim

“How the hell are you doing this?!”

Gwen forfeited by chugging a glass of water after a bite of the biriyani, joining Miles on the couch where he was still wheezing slightly, his eyes watering and throat burning from the spice.

“They’re bloody insane, Gwendy. They’re Indian and they ‘ave a spice tolerance that could put dragons to shame. Wha’ d’ya expect?” Hobie, sprawled precariously on the edge of the sofa arm, stole a piece from the bowl of butter chicken that lay forgotten on the side, gleefully watching you two. He had done the smart thing and quit fairly early into the round, before the food actually got spicy.

You faced off from Pavitr across the coffee table, sitting cross-legged and eating a bowl of the spiciest biriyani you both had ever tasted. You could see small tears pricking the corner of his eyes. You were almost tempted to call him a coward, but you figured that wouldn’t go so well since you could feel your eyes watering too.

See, if he hadn’t challenged you to a spice-tolerance taste test contest then this wouldn’t be happening. He could’ve kept quiet while you accidentally choked on a samosa and not assumed it was from the spice level (which wasn’t even that high), but noooo. He had to make a comment about how he could take more spice than you could.

So, technically, this whole thing was his fault.

And that was why you both were kneeling at a coffee table in Maya Aunty’s house, stuffing your faces with the spiciest foods you could find. So far, you had gotten through Maya Aunty’s saag paneer and dal makhani without any rice, which would have been a feat in itself… to anyone less competitive.

Hell, you had even gotten through dhansak and vindaloo without batting an eyelid, much less reaching for a glass of water. But for some reason a single bowl of this damn mutton biriyani was making both of you sniffle like sick kittens.

“Didi, I’m going chutney you,” Pavitr gritted his teeth and forced down another bite of the biriyani. You copied his movements, feeling the masala burn in your throat as you swallowed. (Didi means sister, usually a term of respect for someone you consider a sister and they’re older than you)

“Hei bhaghvaan, apni chachi ne ismain kya rakha?” (Oh God, what did your aunt put in this?) You coughed slightly and Pavitr dropped his forehead onto the table, groaning slightly like he was dying. Which, in all honesty, didn’t feel that far from the truth.

“I don’t know! All I know is that biriyani isn’t supposed to be this spicy!”

“‘Ey, Miles. ‘Ow much you wanna bet that Pavitr folds first? ‘E’s practically turnin’ red, isn’t ‘e - y’alright, bruv?” Hobie smirked down at you both, his border flickering. You snorted in amusent then immediately regretted it since some of the masala was now caught in your nose and oh, good grief, you could feel it burning.

Pavitr glared up at him. “You’re one to talk, Hobes. Didn’t you quit when we just started off? Arre, poor little Britisher couldn’t take the heat? Angrezi log ham jaise masale nahi kha sakhte.” (English/British people can’t eat spices like we can)

Hobie raised an eyebrow as Pavitr bit down on a green chilli that had been mixed into the rice and doubled over, tears streaming out of his eyes.

“Maybe it’s best if you call it a draw? I mean-” Miles shut his mouth quickly when you turned to glare at him.

“I’m not stopping till Pavitr Bhim Prabhakar admits that I can eat more spice than him.” You emphasised his middle and last name, narrowing your eyes as Pavitr weakly flipped you off without lifting his head.

Hobie chuckled softly. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, Pavi, she’s bringin’ in the full name. Take it from me, mate, you’re screwed when she does tha’.”

“Shut up before I use your full name,” You warned, turning your wrathful gaze on him. “We both know you wouldn’t want me to do that.”

His eyes widened and he mimed zipping his lips and tossing the key away. Miles looked at you curiously, tilting his head to the side. “Wait, what’s Hobie’s full name?”

“Funny you should ask, Kilometer Morality,” Pavitr muttered under his breath, his forehead still resting on the table. You had learnt about half an hour ago that when Pavitr got a spice overload he tended to make random “snarky” quips which usually didn’t make any sense.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go get some ice cream for when this thing blows up,” Gwen got up from the couch, giving Pavitr a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and moving to the kitchen.

“Wimp,” You muttered to Pavitr as a tear rolled down your cheek. Forget burning, your tongue was almost going numb from the sheer amount of masala that you were trying to ingest.

“Weakling,” He countered as a bead of sweat trailed down the side of his forehead. You shovelled another spoon of the biriyani into your mouth, relief flooding you as the spoon hit the bottom of the bowl. Good, you had almost finished. But would you make it that far?

Pavitr tentatively took a bite and immediately choked, giving in and reaching for one of the two bowls of curd sitting appetisingly in the centre of the table. He was essentially tapping out.

You threw your arms in the air triumphantly, almost giddy with victory. Actually, maybe that was from the spice. Yep, definitely the spice.

You downed the bowl of curd, letting out a long sigh of relief as the cold, thick liquid dowsed your tongue and took the initial edge of the buildup of spice away. Gwen returned just in time to see Pavitr and you lapping at the curd as if you were a pair of stray cats, like the ones you both faithfully fed and played with.

“I take it you won?” She asked you, her eyes sparkling a little bit in amusement as she saw Pavitr drop his head down onto the table the moment he properly realised that he had lost. She slid two cups of vanilla ice cream to you. A little basic, maybe, but still good and definitely a relief to your mouth.

“Barely,” You admitted, taking a small spoon from her. “Arre, Pavi. Don’t feel bad. Hum donon ne apana sarvashreshth prayaas kiya, naa? C’mon, sit up.” (We both tried our best, right?)

“Haan, Didi,” He grumbled sulkily, lifting his chin as you fed him the ice cream from his bowl. (Haan just means yes)

“Let’s do something else. Should we get Hobie to pronounce the names of these foods?”

“Oh, sure, throw the British guy under the bus,” Hobie protested, but a fond smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth as Pavitr chuckled softly.

“To be fair, you are in Mumbattan right now,” You pointed out, and Hobie heaved an exaggerated sigh, a grin already forming on his mouth as he prepared to butcher the pronunciations on purpose to get a reaction out of you and cheer up Pavitr.

“Fair enough. Alrigh’… That’s, uh… that’s sag panner, and that’s…”

@l0starl @hobiebrownismygod @therealloopylupin2099

#⋆·˚ 🌹 ༘ * — 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗶’𝘀 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨! #⋆·˚ 🌺 ༘ * — 𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨! #atsv #across the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #spiderverse pavitr #spiderman india #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr prabhakar x fem!reader #pavitr prabhakar x indian!reader #pavitr prabhakar x desi!reader #spiderman india x reader #pavitr my beloved #desi reader

[shadowseductress]

didi I've been reading ur name as ahsrav for weeks😭 i just realised that it's varsha

super pretty name!! just like u :D

ohh...thank you, Chriu ♡

#mutual

[little-svt]

FEMME-READER | ANGST+FLUFF | Chinese/Korean phrases

Wc: 2.6k+

Definitions: Shùshu; Father’s younger brother, Bāobèi; baby, Xiao Jiahuo; pet name for a young child, Didi; younger brother, Samchon; Uncle

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

✧˖°Collab w/ 🎬 anon ⋆˙⟡♡

Psycho

It was a rough and early morning start for Jun. Though often he was a morning person, the first to wake up, the first to wake up everyone else, he’d been preparing for this day for weeks. It was starting to take its toll, but that would never stop him. After doing the bare minimum to clean up after dragging himself out of bed, leaving the rest to his stylists, he was ready to shoot a scene for his newest single, Psycho. Tiptoeing carefully through the house, he had tried to be as quiet as possible, as to not wake his little one. He’d had trouble enough putting you down for bed the night before so you needed all the sleep you could get. But similarly to the sharp, tiny creature, you had the ears of an owl. And so, he inevitably felt a tug-tug on the hem of his sweater, a set of sleepy, pleading eyes looking up at him.

“Daddy, don’t go ‘way!!” you begged, bouncing on the balls of your feet, your bottom lip quivering, your eyes tired and weary.

No matter how exhausted you were, you didn’t want your Daddy to go anywhere without you. So he found himself changing you into a matching sweater and leggings and picking you up, along with his belongings, to head off to the film set. But first, you needed to learn some ground rules.

“Okay baby, you can come with Daddy, but you gotta promise you won’t peek because Daddy’s work might be scary for a little one like you, okay?”, he gently bounced you in his arms with a smile, “You can play on Daddy’s phone but no calling ANY of your samchons-“

He eyed you knowingly, noting your giggles with a shake of his head. Always your first instinct when his phone was at finger length.

“-because every single one of them is still sleeping right now. think you can handle that for me?”

You nod your head, albeit disappointed. you wanted to watch your Daddy work, after all. Each time left you awestruck, but you couldn't fathom breaking your daddy’s heart, so you agreed.

“Can call Shùshu Hao when he wake up?” you asked hopefully, playing with the long sleeves of your sweater.

The person you loved the most right after your daddy had to be your Shùshu Hao, and you asked to call him whenever you had your little hands on Jun’s phone. Minghao never minded of course, it was always fun to give Jun a little grief and see his favourite little one.

“You have to send him a message first, to make sure he’s awake. You know how Shùshu Hao likes his sleep. But yes, if he’s awake, you can call him until Daddy’s done .”

Clapping your hands with a satisfied giggle, you lay your head against the crook of his neck letting yourself rest a little more as he carried you down to the waiting car. When you finally arrived, you were a ball of energy. You wanted to see anything and everything, peek at all the equipment and maybe have a staff member show you how the special effects worked to make your Daddy shine during his performance. As much as it pained him, Jun immediately scooped you up before you could go wild.

“Okay!”, he grabbed you in his arms before you could zoom past him, “Not so fast, little one. Didn’t you make a promise to me, baby?”

Kicking at the ground, you crossed your arms over your chest blowing just a little huff from the pout on your lips, “Daddy din’ say no runnin’ ‘round...”

“Well Daddy’s saying it now, no? Can you be a good girl and sit quietly for me? Play a game on my phone, no peeking?”, he couldn't help but coo at your pursed lips, bouncing you lightly on his hip.

Jun had been worried you’d be frightened by what you saw, the set itself was intimidating enough. From his age check with you earlier, you were feeling around three years old, and he knew dealing with a terrified three year old, trying to convince you that he was still your Daddy and not some scary villain would be extremely difficult to say the least.

Sitting you down in a large, comfy chair behind the camera, his heart warmed at the sight of you practically drowning in it.

“Aigoo, Bāobèi,” he purred, pinching your cheeks. “Daddy loves you. Be good, kay? Remember Daddy’s rules.” he gave you a final, small kiss on the nose and placed his noise canceling headphones over your ears, as you eagerly reached for the phone to do whatever it was you liked to do on there.

Not even an hour had passed before the growling of your tummy distracted you from your cat collecting game (one you’d taken over from your Daddy). Jun had rushed you out of the house after you’d changed, only grabbing you a banana before you left. Usually, a foodie himself, he’d make sure you had a full tummy before the two of you went anywhere. But short on time, he’d remembered there’d be food on set for him to feed you when they had their first break. Though you ignored it at first, eventually you lowered the phone, keeping your eyes in your lap like you promised, having a hard think.

Surely your Daddy wouldn't mind if you broke the rules to ask a staff member for food, or even better, your Daddy himself? Food was certainly very important for little babies. So you placed his phone and headphones on your chair and toddled over to where everyone was standing and where Jun was currently filming.

The lighting, the contrasting clothing, it was all harsh on your eyes, your hands rushing to rub them. Though it was a little confusing, It wasn’t your first set so your eyes scanned the faces looking for your favourite one. When you finally found him, you felt a tightness in your throat. The man wearing black and leather looked like your Daddy but not. Dark makeup lined his eyes, his expression shifting drastically, startlingly. Dead, angry, maniacal. The crowd of dancers creeped around in striped shirts following their calculated choreography as they surrounded him. No longer muffled by the headphones, loud music boomed in your ears, and an almost familiar voice sang angry words in a language you’d come to know as Chinese. But it wasn’t sweet or soft or silly like it used to be as it came from his lips.

Never had you seen your Daddy angry before. Surely this couldn’t be him, it couldn’t be your Daddy. Only a scary man who looked like him and had his voice and careful movements sharp and smooth. Quickly the scene before you blurred, confusion spiraling into fear as hot tears filled your eyes.

Before you realized it, your feet were carrying you back to your chair, faster and faster until the headphones were in your hands and over your ears. You let it drink you up again, curling into a tight ball with your eyes closed tightly, trying desperately to keep your tears at bay. So tightly that spots filled your vision in the darkness behind your eyelids but even that was not enough to keep the flashes images from haunting you. Jun - no - not Jun’s villainous face at the front of your mind, an evil smile striking a piercing fear into your heart.

“No.. no..”, you rubbed at your eyes furiously, trying to make it go away, your fists wet with tears.

When the director called for a break, Jun ran over to you eagerly with a shining smile on his face. He was feeling good about the progress they’d made, the vision for Psycho truly coming to life. But his movements slowed when he saw you balled up. You had woken pretty early so it wasn’t a surprise that you may have drifted off.

“Hi, my sweet baby. Daddy’s almost done, Okay? I promise. You feeling sleepy?”, he stood over the chair, cooing softly, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder. Though the movement was tiny, his hand froze immediately feeling you flinch away from him.

“Baby?? Hey, what's wrong?”

When you turned, just a little, then a little more until he was clear in front of you, smokey eyeliner and all, immediately you burst into tears. Too excited to see his baby, he hadn’t taken off his makeup or changed out of his clothes, not even to prepare for the next set.

“Sweetie, what's going on?? Why are you crying? Is Daddy’s makeup too scary?”, Jun knelt by your side, his eyes heavy with worry.

“Daddy no Daddy!! Daddy scary!! T-too many people n’ Daddy yelling n’ angry and–” hiding your face in the chair from his frightening appearance, your sobs caught in your throat, little hiccups preluding the most broken, drawn out wail. Jun could swear he heard his heart break right then and there.

“Baby… Oh, my baby girl, please don’t be scared. Daddy’s just pretending, okay?”, he risked moving closer, laying his head against you, “it’s like when Cheolie samchon dressed as a biiiig cherry for Halloween, yea? Do you remember that??

A moment, just a short moment, passed before you nodded quietly against the chair. He lifted his head with a small smile, finally able to rest his hand on your arm.

“Daddy is just pretending to be not Daddy right now! All of it is pretend. There’s no need to be scared, my little one. Daddy is still Daddy, and still loves you so much, yeah?”

Even though you nodded, he could feel you weren’t fully convinced. Rubbing his thumb against you, he had a thought that was sure to cheer his baby up.

“Wanna call your Shùshu Hao? He can tell you all about when he plays pretend too. We can call him over here, yea, baby?”, he offered, feeling you relax a little as you contemplated.

At this, you finally lifted your tear streaked face and nodded for a third time.

“Can I give my baby a kiss?”

Another nod. He maneuvered you around to face him fully, stroking your cheek before pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arms around you. How scared and alone you had felt without him instantly melted away as you clung to him.

Twenty or so minutes later, you were sitting happily on your Shùshu Hao’s lap, munching on a bungeoppang and swinging your legs as you watched a Going Seventeen episode. Hao watched along in between critiquing Jun as he filmed.

“Nice, right?”, Jun mouthed, wiggling his eyebrows as he revealed his third outfit, head-to-toe red leather.

“No no, Jun Ge, you look silly. Xiao jiahuo, doesn’t your daddy look silly?” Minghao’s tongue poked at the inside of his cheek as his finger poked at yours.

“Daddy look like a big st’awbi!” You exclaimed, to which Jun and Hao both giggled.

“Feeling all better now, baby?” Hao asked, shaking you playfully in his lap.

“a lil’.” you mumbled, scrunching up your nose.

“So cutie, what if we go get ice cream? Just baby and Shùshu Hao time?”, he grinned, the shaking reduced to gentle sways back and forth.

“Yah!! Minghao dìdì, I see you plotting with my baby.”, Jun surprised the two of you, appearing out of nowhere to scoop you up in his arms.

“But Daddy, Shùshu gon’ gib me ice c’eam!” you giggle, pinching at your Daddy’s cheeks like he always did to you as he mockingly pouted his ‘sympathies’.

“But Daddy can get you ice cream too. Much better ice cream than your Shùshu ever could.”, most maturely, he stuck his tongue out over your shoulder at Minghao who only smirked in response.

“Xiao jiahuo, your Daddy is being an even bigger baby than you are.” he said, booping your nose.

“Wahh…Bāobèi, say it isn't so!!”Jun gasped dramatically, but you ignored him, as the phone in your hand started speaking.

“Jun hyung?”

“Jihoon samchon!!” you squealed, squirming excitedly in Jun’s grasp.

Jun only sighed but an unmistakable grin still glowed warmly on his face. You really couldn’t resist calling up any of the boys once a phone was in your hands. Jihoon was another of your favorite uncles. Although he was reserved and quiet, he still had the soft spot for you, and you used it every chance you could get.

“Hmm, baby? Why’d you call?” Jihoon held his phone up over his face to see you clearly. He was still lying in bed, barefaced and hair mussed.

“Shùshu and Daddy wan’ go fo’ ice c’eam n I wan’ you to come too.” you pouted. Most of the boys were absolute suckers for your big, pleading eyes, your Daddy being the worst of all.

“Aww, I'd love that. Want me to invite some others too?”, at this you nodded your head excitedly.

“Just don’t invite everyone, you know it’ll be too chaotic.'' Jun took the phone, warning Jihoon lightly, his signature smile still soft in its place.

But really, he was more worried of how you'd feel regressed in front of all thirteen men, but he wouldn't say that in front of you. He couldn’t stand to see anymore tears from his baby. Luckily, Jihoon understood.

“You got it..” he nodded.

“Bye bye, Hoonie samchon!!” you cried out, poking your head back into view of the camera as Jihoon waved a short goodbye before hanging up.

“You're so spoiled by your samchons, but you know that, don’t you?” Jun teased as he lowered you into Minghao’s lap hearing someone call out a one minute warning on set.

“Be a good girl for Shùshu, okay?”

With a giggle you agreed, squeaking just a little when Minghao squeezed you tight.

“I thought i'd die when your Daddy took you away!!” Minghao half whined with a laugh once Jun was safely out of swinging distance.

“Now you’re silly, Shùshu!!”, you shook your head.

Jihoon and the others still hadn’t arrived by the time Jun had finished filming and even took off his makeup so the three of you headed out, ready to call him up again.

“Hoonie’s here!!”, you jumped down from Jun’s arms and ran down the sidewalk, right through the narrow space between Cheol and Joshua and straight into Jihoon’s arms.

“Couldn’t wait another second, huh?”, he laughed, bouncing you on his hip for a second before handing you over to Joshua and Chan and shaking off the lovebug leech he liked to call Hoshi so some of the other guys could greet you while he had a word with your Daddy.

“She handle today alright?”, he asked as they walked to their next destination to get you the very best ice cream, at least within the vicinity.

They’d all talked about Jun’s concept a lot over the past couple months. It was expertly crafted to say the least. But appropriate for a three year old?? Maybe not so much.

“Maybe not the best. But that’s on me. I probably should have left her with you today.”, Jun laughed, giving Minghao a friendly elbow to the arm.

“Are you gonna let her watch the music video when it’s out?”, Jihoon pressed.

You were Jun’s responsibility, and it was ultimately his choice. But the guys cared for you a whole lot.

“Absolutely not.”

The three of them let out a few laughs loud enough to catch your attention again and bring you right back to your Daddy from the silly shenanigans of the other members who were currently acting out some of Jun’s choreography.

“Not while my little baby is little.”, he smiled at you, kissing your cheek with a loud “mwah” once he had you on his hip again, “Right?”

“Right!”, you giggled, having not a single clue what they were talking about but your Daddy was always right (when it was convenient).

🧸Endnote: I had so much fun working on this Collab for my Junnie with our now infamous 🎬 anon!! They want to remain anonymous but that doesn’t mean we can’t hype them up 😏🤭💖 they worked very hard on this so let’s give them some love!! 🥰 would you want to see more collabs in the future? 🫣 ALSO JUST FINDING OUT THAT HAO WAS ACTUALLY ON SET WITH JUN ~ 🐶🐰🍓

🧸Masterlist🧸

#littlesvt 🐶🐰🍓 admin #littlesvt 🎬 anon #sfw agere #svt fluff #svt imagines #littlesvt collabs #svt agere #svt fic #svt soft hours #sfw svt #seventeen soft hours #svt jun #svt junhui #jun psycho #wen junhui #caregiver!jun #caregiver!svt #caregiver!seventeen #jun x you #junhui fluff #jun fluff #jun angst #junhui angst #svt angst #Minghao #svt minghao #svt the8 #junhao #Spotify

[primoredial-jade]

jade jade!! i hope you’re having a nice day and taking care of yourself !! (*´∇｀*)💕

for your little prompt thing, can you write childe + “ wait, you knew? “ “ you haven't exactly been discreet... “? if not, that’s okay too!

love u!! sending u lots of platonic smooches and positive energy e(òvó )

to be in love

pairing: childe x gn!reader

cw: love confessions, usage of childe’s real name and backstory

"what do you think it means to be in love?"

ajax freezes at your question, almost looking like a deer caught in headlights. he chances a glance at you, and you are as nonchalant as can be.

raising an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk makes its way to your face at his reaction. "what's wrong?"

"nothing at all," he's quick to reply, breathing out a chuckle and shaking his head, pretending like all was fine and well.

when ajax was a young boy, of course he had dreams of falling in love one day. the butterflies, the racing of your heart, the joy of seeing the person of your affections day after day. young ajax loved love, and he knew it was a yearning for a love much different than the love he had for his brothers and sisters. growing up and seeing his parents with so much love for each other made him crave it for his future, too.

...a lot changed after he fell into the abyss.

falling in love was the last thing on his mind after his conscription. everyday he wanted to get better, and to support the nation that he loved with his body on the line every single day. 

fight, fall down, try again, be stronger, get smarter. that was his life, and love wasn’t at all in the picture.

but, you... you came into his life and again, everything changed.

he hadn’t expected to fall so deeply in love with you— someone who constantly kept him on his toes, who had his back when his thoughts were festering. he didn’t know he needed the light you brought into his red-colored life. he was happy... he was in love.

“well?” you prodded, lightly bumping against his side. “surely you’ve experienced it at some point, no?” 

he had a hard time meeting your eyes, completely missing the blatant smug expression you had adorned on your pretty features. 

resting his head on his hand, he let out a quiet sigh. “i have,” he admits, leaning more of his weight on the railing overlooking liyue harbor.

the stars up above winked at him. “you have? when?”

he turns his head to look at you, a half-grin making its way to his face. he could never lie to you. “i can’t really remember if you ask me on the spot like this, you know,” he laughs and you roll your eyes, “maybe a few months ago?” 

“that’s funny,” you remark, scooching just a little closer to him. of course, he notices, rooted to the spot. 

he gulps nervously, hands getting clammy. “why’s it funny?” 

“because i thought you fell in love with me last year.” 

the world... stops. 

ajax looks at you with his mouth agape, cheeks and ears immediately flaring up in a pretty light pink over his freckles. his blood feels like its run cold, but he also feels warm at the same time. you seem oddly delighted at his speechlessness.

“don’t want the flies to come,” you tease, bringing up a finger under his chin to close his mouth. 

he flusters even more under your featherlight touch, but leans more into it to chase after your warmth. clearing his throat to gather his bearings, he rolls his shoulders back to stand up straighter, getting a better look at you.

“wait, so... all this time, you knew?” his voice wavers, obviously nervous. still, he exudes assuredness in the way he’s looking into your eyes, holding his breath at your answer.

“of course i have. i’m no dummy, ajax,” you click your tongue, and his heart feels like it’ll beat right out of its chest at the lilt of your brow, “besides, you weren’t exactly discreet...”

now he is definitely turning red. bringing a hand behind his neck to comfort himself, he lets out a pained, awkward laugh. “i’m sorry,” is all he can muster without further embarrassing himself, wanting to melt on the spot.

you can’t help laughing at how you’ve practically brought one of the strongest men you have ever known down to his knees from something like this. love makes even the greatest warrior weak.

“nothing to be sorry about,” you reassure, reaching out to take one of his hands in yours. he looks shocked, but immediately takes initiative to lace your fingers together, giving a fleeting, confident squeeze. 

you lean to rest your forehead on his shoulder, closing your eyes in reprieve. he smells of agarwood and the ocean breeze, and you have never been so sure in your life.

“because... i’m really happy that our feelings are mutual.”

#childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe #ajax x reader #ajax #drabble #childe fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact #reader insert #childe | primoredial-jade #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia #didi * ੈ♡‧₊˚ #thank u for requesting my love! xoxo🤍

[stiltonbasket]

xiao-yu is telling his little friends about the spa days he has with wwx? now lwj has a little line of baos asking for foot rubs and cuddles. lwj is (♡-_-♡) about this? tiny toddler feet? nice toddler smells (mostly)? adorable baos? He's holding a seminar for parents of baos on bao spa activities.

it's spa day at the Baoshi? Wen Ning is doing demonstrations of proper spa techniques for little kids and babies. the sunshine trio and minghui's didi are happily being demonstrated on.

A few hours after the spa demonstration, a very dirty (and satisfied) Xiao-Yu wanders back to the Jingshi, having had a wonderful time playing in a mud puddle in the Baoshi's back yard.

There's nothing else for it, so Lan Wangji proceeds to get his muddy bao ready for bath + spa #2. (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

#asks #lan xiaohui

[venusbby]

ahhh the jhumka post was so cute, i couldn't even study properly bc i've been giggling over it the whole day 😭😭 like omg having them search for their name in ur mehendi, teaching them bollywood dance moves, re-watching classics like DDLG, having pani-puri competitions, having matching kurtas, saying the most cheesiest lines to them in ur mother tongue bc ur just too shy ahhhhhhh this brain-rot is going to kill me

your 🤭 brain 🤭 is so 🤭 smart 🤭 i will eat you (with love) 🤞🤞🤞🤞 this was so fun to think about and write about !!!!!!! aaa i love you anon !!!

anyway, warning: lots of messy thoughts about this under the cut !!

✿⁠ ➝ it's actually so easy for you to put sae's or rin's name in your mehendi, like usually i've heard people put in initials but honestly putting their entire name in is so easy and when you do it, your mehendi wali didi who's drawing his name in will definitely smirk at you like "kaun hai ye, hmmm?" [translation: who is this, hmmm?]

and when you finally do it and ask sae to find it (you didn't say his name was in ur mehendi, but just told him that there's a surprise thing he should try and find) he'll be so confused— but at the same time he finds this very interesting so he'll just take your hands and let his eyes wander over your palms with a blank expression. it takes him a few minutes because the way it's written is so small, but when he does find it, he's gonna give you the most incredulous look ever followed by a light shrug to play off the fact that his heart is beating really fast !!! ♡

"cute. i don't get why you did that, though."

"because i love you, sae." you huffed, rolling your eyes. "maybe i should replace it with somebody else's name if you don't get why i—"

"don't be stupid," he cuts you off with his low voice, before kissing the exact same spot on your palm where his name is as you caress his cheek right after. "only my name."

same goes for rin, except he's so much more flustered than his brother is !!!! the poor boy will take quite a lot of time to find the "surprise" you were talking about, because obviously he knows nothing about mehendi and you really just told him to go in blind— you'd have to show him yourself. when you do, he'll kinda go stiff at first as he reads the three letters of his name, and then look up at you with this adorable expression that makes your heart race.

"....that's my name." he says, a confused yet surprised tone to his voice as he looks at you with slightly wide eyes.

"yup," you giggle, continuing to point at the tiny writing on your palm as you stare at him with loving eyes. he bites his lower lip gently, running his fingertip over the skin. "people usually hide their lover's name in their mehendi and i wanted to do it with yours." you explain softly.

his reaction is too cute. the way he can't find anything to say in response to this is enough to satisfy you and make you feel happy. "i like that. does it, like, stay forever?"

"no, baby." you laugh. "mehendi goes away in days. it depends."

"oh, okay," he nods. "makes sense, but i kinda want it to stay there forever. can you get it done again or something?" his eyes shine with admiration as he asks with a slightly smug expression. he likes the idea of his name on your skin a little too much, it seems.

✿⁠ ➝ also, teaching reo bollywood dance moves ?!? yes. he surprisingly has— makes time for it. he's all in. will definitely be a tease about it, though— especially when you're teaching him how to 'thumka' jsnshdbsjd im blushing like hell rn. he will definitely stare at you with some type of look when you do it— and he might even feel tempted to just hold your waist as you show him the move. (he probably gives in to the temptation very quickly, reo can't really control his hands that well).

"damn, i didn't know you were that good with your hips—"

"reo!"

✿⁠ ➝ having pani puri competitions with rin?!?!?? he would get the spiciest one and 100% tease you if you ask for sweet or medium !!!!! he will find it hot if you have a high spice tolerance i think ;) also if you're eating pani puri in general, he'd be the type to eat like two from his plate and tell the pani puri guy to give the rest to you :( ALSOOOOO oh my god. if the pani puri water drips down your chin (it's happened to me before don't judge) he would already be wiping it off for you. also he will move away annoying strands of hair that are interrupting your pani puri session. (kinda gives me easily annoyed gf and chill bf vibes) has the guy give you a sukhi puri before you can even ask !!!!!!! ⁠♡ and if you want to go eat golas right after, he's all for it !!!! you have to guide him w the flavours though, telling him like "ok we hate this flavor but this other flavor is our bestie." and he's gonna nod and try whichever one you like the most. (my bestie is kala khatta HEHE)

✿⁠ ➝ ALSO DHWNJDSKKDMF i would DEFINITELY say some things to sae in hindi. because i am shy, and also because he's so fucking intimidating that honestly i don't want to compliment him to his face. whatever you say, he'll be like "what?" because obviously he doesn't understand and after a while as you continue to speak to him and compliment him in hindi with your shy smile, he gets super super super irritated because he can't understand and he wants to know what you're saying about him so bad. he wants to hear your compliments. your voice is so sweet and soft and the way you look at him as you talk in your language makes him feel things— he wants to know !!! he would remember some words and search them up later to piece it together (but instead of making the guy do so much work, just translate, pls) when he finally gets to know some of the things you said to him in hindi, he'll have to look away to stop himself from kissing you ♡

#idk if i should out tags on this agssismks #put* #val.answers.anon #blue lock #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #mikage reo #can u tell these guys are my top three..... bye #i would've written for more bllk characters but 🤭 just my soft spot for these three makes it difficult

[randomingoftherandomness]

if you're into it, au where lang didi is alive and notices shangjue's constant staring, and he gives shangjue yuanzhi as a gift? (with optional ribbons/aphrodisiacs/tears first)

I’m deftly ignoring the pile of fics I have in draft and the work I will have to get through some time today because one glance of this fic prompt has me burning with ideas that I have to shape into sentences ♡╰(*ﾟxﾟ​*)╯♡

Nonnie, your BRAIN ❤️👌🏼

Tags: Dubious Consent, Anal Fingering, Drugs, Non-Con, Non consensual drugging, Pining, Lang Didi Lives AU, Lang Didi POV, Unreliable Narrator, Cousin Incest

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Lang Didi will admit that he is many things; the happy and amiable Second Young Master Yue who has been carefully raised by his big brother to help with matters regarding the Gong family, a young man with an easy laughter and a magnetic charm that could draw anyone in, and someone who has a particular insight into others because he prefers to be on the sidelines watching and waiting until there’s a need for him to step in.

Just like how he needs to intercede on his Gege’s behalf when it came to matters regarding their cousin, Gong Yuanzhi.

Now, he’d have to be blind to not see why Shangjue Gege would be so taken by Yuanzhi. He has been on the frontlines way too often to believe that the way his Gege’s eyes follow Yuanzhi around and the little trinkets and gifts he brings back especially for Yuanzhi (after giving Lang Didi his gifts, of course) could be anything other than vested interest.

The man is easily one of the top beauties in the Valley and if Lang Didi were to offer an opinion about it, one of the most beautiful in the jianghu. A small face with sharp handsome features, there’s a sort of softening to them when one looks into his eyes. Thick lashes fan his cheeks with shadows when he blinks and Lang Didi has caught his gege being mesmerised one too many times by just how pretty Yuanzhi looks when they see him.

(He has also been traumatised by the amount of times he has caught Shangjue beating his meat with his face pressed to the seat of a pair of inner trousers that Yuanzhi once left behind when he was 14 and stayed over one night during a bad storm. But he digresses)

Yuanzhi’s got the brains, too.

He’s a prodigy with toxicology and while others may find his brusque ways a little off-putting, Lang Didi deeply enjoys their banter and goes over to the Zhi residence just to pick his brain. He can keep up with him too, Yuanzhi can.

Which is how he has come to this point.

He may not have been blind to what his Gege sees in Yuanzhi, but he is also not blind to the way Yuanzhi seems to gravitate around Shangjue Gege beyond what was proper, soft spoken, almost demure and mellow in a way he isn’t around anyone else that is Shangjue shaped and Shangjue named.

Lang Didi is tired of it all.

And so, he gets them both a gift.

There’d been something extra in their porridge for dinner. A little helper that Lang Didi spent ages and much of his allowances trying to procure. He’d been careful about it too, as is needed in a close knit environment like the Gong family, and had passed off any suspicions of his comings and goings with an easy laugh and a playful demeanour.

To avoid suspicions, he too had taken the porridge, heaping slices of meat into Shangjue Gege and Yuanzhi’s bowls to mask whatever smell those two freaks with crazy sharp olfactory senses could possibly pick up.

Lang Didi does catch a moment of guilt when he spies the shy way Shangjue Gege takes a peek of Yuanzhi, looking away just when Yuanzhi shyly glances over at Gege. Perhaps in another life, their romance can slowly be nurtured and tended over to bloom in its own time. Maybe in that life theirs will be a love that would taste all the sweeter for the time it took for them to get there.

But Lang Didi has been languishing. Even more so when he also knows that Yuanzhi wears no other hair ornaments than the ones his Gege gives him. He goes so far as to carefully rebut Elder Yue by saying that this was just a gift from his Gege and not to take it as anything more, when everyone and their dogs could tell that Shangjue is just waiting for the right blue moon to make his move.

He’s doing this for their own good.

Taking the antidote is a simple matter of hiding it in his own cup of wine. Watching the way Shangjue gege clears his throat, shaking his head as if to clear it, and then seeing how Yuanzhi’s eyes are fixed on Shangjue has him glad he dismissed the servants for tonight.

It’s all the better for how he waits until they’re both passed out to make his move.

Carrying two full grown men isn’t easy to do alone but he doesn’t complain. Parking Shangjue on the seat by his bed while he gets to work on respectfully disrobing Yuanzhi. The drug maker says he has a shichen before the knock-out effects of the drug wears off but Lang Didi factors in for just half of that time.

This would probably be the only time he gets to do this and he wants to make sure he gets it right.

Gege is sporting a chub by the time he has Yuanzhi’s legs spread and tied up to show off the tiny chrysanthemum between his ass cheeks. Lang Didi had perfunctorily fingered that ring of muscle loose. Resolutely keeping it impersonal despite the way his heart races at how tight Yuanzhi is around two of his fingers. Wrists together, tied up and strung up high, he takes a moment to inspect his handiwork, happy with the picture that Yuanzhi makes on the bed.

With no time to waste, he brings out a small bottle of smelling salts, waves it under Gege’s nose.

“What—?”

Lang Didi smiles when he hushes Gege, cupping his cheek to check the dazed and confused expression on his face. Turning his line of sight to where Yuanzhi is still out cold, he spots the way the tenting of Shangjue’s robes grows when his fogged out brain registers what he is seeing.

“I got you a present, Gege, do you like it?”

Shangjue’s breath hitches and Lang Didi takes it as a sign to carefully tug him out of his seat and shuffles him closer to where Yuanzhi is.

And if Gege somehow slips and ends up pressing chest to chest, cock to ass with Yuanzhi? Well. He slipped, didn’t he?

Lang Didi waits in the corner. Watches how his Gege frowns as if trying to gain a hold on his fleeting thoughts. Observes when the lust and desire takes over, and he bends down to kiss at Yuanzhi’s lips.

The signal to leave comes when he starts to see Shangjue probing his fingers at Yuanzhi’s little flower.

Carefully slipping away, he closes the doors, smiling when he hears a broken off moan coming from the bedroom.

Lang Didi should get ready. He’ll have a saozi in his family soon enough.

#my journey to you fic #shangzhi #juezhi #gong shangjue x gong yuanzhi #this one is probably low on the spicy papapapapa but high on the morally questionable shit that makes my brain go brrr #hands up who wants a version where a war lord Lang Didi gifts his gege a captured princess #only the princess isn’t just a princess #and Gege publicly married the ‘princess’ in a public mating ceremony #gab writes stuff #my journey to you

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*   ayça   ayşin   turan    .    cis   woman    .    she/her    .    /    that’s    dila   öztekin    walking    into    cup   o'   joes     -    you    know    ,    the     32    year    old   divorce   attorney    known    for     getting   an   award    in 2022 for best lawyer  in   town   ?     having    lived    here    for    seventeen   years    ,    their    neighbors    know    them    to    be   hardworking     &   motivated     ,    but    their stubborn    &   very   outspoken     tendencies    shine    through    when    there    are    no    buses    in    the    city    .   － penned by dee. she/her. 26. gmt+1.

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hello   hello-iessss,   dee   here   !   &   i’m   super   excited   to   write   and   plot   with   you   all !   i   reaaally   love   brainstorming   and   coming   up   with   new   ideas.   probably   will   annoy   you   a   loooot   with   musing   posts   24/7   lmao   so   please   never   hesitate   to   message   me   for   plotting.   ( also   never   hesitate   to   ask   me   for   plotting   on   discord   too ! )   ♡   i   should   probably   also   mention   that   english   isn’t   my   first   language   so   please   forgive   me   if   i   make   any   grammar/spelling   mistakes !

⚠️   trigger   warning!   this   bio   contains   subjects   such   as:   cheating,   mention   of   bullies,   pregnancy,   fear   of   commitment

*   =   means   wanted   connection   !

BIOGRAPHY :

NAME  :  dila  öztekin

MEANING  OF  NAME  :  dila  means  ‘heartfelt',  öztekin  means  ‘someone  unique’

NICKNAME(S)  :  di,  didi

DATE  OF  BIRTH  :  january  25  1991  (32)

PLACE  OF  BIRTH  :  istanbul  ,  turkey

PARENTS  :  bingül  güçlü  (  mother  ),  latif  öztekin  (  father  )

SIBLINGS  :  2  younger  siblings ˒  ﹏  öztekin  (30)  *  open ˒  ﹏  öztekin  (30)  *  open ˒  ﹏  öztekin  (30-32)  half  sibling  *  open  -  her  younger  siblings  don’t  know  about  their  half  sibling  just  yet,  dila  nor  their  mom  ever  told  them. (  siblings  fc  suggestions:  ilayda  alişan,  idris  nebi  taşkan,  cemre  baysel,  gülderen  güler,  half  sibling  fc  suggestions:  ipek  filiz  yazıcı,  afra  saraçoğlu,  neslihan  atagül,  deniz  can  aktaş,  emre  bey,  melisa  asli  pamuk,  özge  ozacar,  melisa  döngel,  hande  erçel,  bensu  soral,  rami  narin  /  any  fitting  fc  for  her  siblings  wc  is  fine !  )

LANGUAGES  :  turkish  &  english

OCCUPATION  :  divorce  attorney  @  güçlü  law  firm.  (güçlü  means  ‘strong’)

RELATIONSHIP  STATUS  :  complicated* (  +  )  positive  traits  :  hardworking,  motivated,  empathetic (  -  )  negative  traits  :  stubborn,  moody,  impatient,  very  outspoken

AGE 2 － 10 :

dila   was   2   when   her   twin-siblings   were   born.   she   had   a   hard   time   sharing   her   parents.

as   dila   got   older,   she   took   on   more   responsibility   for   her   siblings,   especially   during   her   parents'   arguments,   often   comforting   and   distracting   them   during   difficult   moments.

she   turned   eight   and   her   father   didn’t   show   up   to   her   birthday   party.   she   had   waited   and   refused   to   blow   the   candles   on   her   birthday   cake   until   he’d   show   up.   but   he   didn’t.   later   that   night,   when   her   mother   had   tucked   her   three   kids   in   bed,   she   overheard   her   father’s   voice   from   downstairs.   she   made   her   way   out   her   room   and   sat   on   the   stairs   as   she   listened   to   their   argument.   she   heard   it   all.   her   father   had   cheated   on   her   mother   and   he   had   another   child   with   another   woman.   happy   birthday,   dila.

after   overhearing   her   parents'   conversation,   di   assumed   an   even   more   significant   role   in   caring   for   her   siblings,   as   her   mother   distanced   herself   to   not   show   her   kids   how   upset   or   heartbroken   she   was.

AGE   11   －   20  :

her   mother's   law   firm   (which   was   a   law   firm   that   established   by   her   grandfather)   is   one   of   turkey's   best   law   firms,   but   her   mother   had   gotten   an   amazing   offer   to   grow   her   law   firm   even   more   and   she   took   the   opportunity.   so   the   four   of   them   moved   to   lakeview   when   dila   had   turned   just   15   and   the   twins   were   12   by   then.

dila's   high   school   experience   was   more   positive   than   she   had   expected,   with   amazing   grades   and   a   bunch   of   friends.

she   had   a   few   boyfriends   through   the   years   but   as   soon   as   the   subject   of   ‘future’   popped   up,   or   ‘meeting   parents’   she   usually   always   had   an   excuse   to   excuse   herself.   or   she’d   just   immediately   change   the   subject.   or   was   just   straight   up   honest   with   them   and   mention   that   she   didn’t   saw   a   future   with   them   just   yet   or   maybe   never   would.   it   was   painful,   but   the   cold   hard   truth,   right?

however,   at   the   age   of   twenty,   she   met   a   guy,   and   they   started   dating.   they   seemed   to   share   similar   interests,   which   made   dila   feel   more   comfortable   around   him.   they   went   out   at   night,   laughed   at   each   other's   jokes,   even   if   they   were   really   bad.   the   topic   of   'their   future'   didn't   really   come   up   in   their   conversations   until   she   turned   twenty-two,   and   he   asked   her   to   move   in   with   him.   she   was   a   bit   hesitant   about   the   idea.   but   on   the   other   hand,   she   liked   the   thought   of   gaining   a   bit   more   independence   without   her   mother   constantly   telling   her   what   to   do.   so,   she   agreed   to   move   in,   and   a   year   later,   she   graduated.

AGE   21   －   32  :

after   graduating   she   had   a   few   different   jobs;   tba.   until   she   started   working   at   her   mother's   law   firm.

at   the   age   of   twenty-four,   dila   began   working   at   her   mother's   law   firm.   however,   she   started   in   a   non-lawyer   role   because   she   lacked   experience.   she   just   did   some   paperwork   and   administrative   tasks   for   her   mother   until   she   gained   enough   experience   to   work   as   a   divorce   attorney.

everything   appeared   to   be   going   well   until   a   month   or   two   ago   when   dila   and   her   boyfriend   decided   to   part   ways.   things   weren't   really   working   out   as   they   did   before;   they   were   arguing   a   lot.   plus,   the   fact   that   dila   is   way   too   scared   of   'official'   commitment,   like,   getting   married,   added   to   the   strain.   dila   was   just   overwhelmed   with   her   emotions,   especially   because   she   had   many   cases   involving   divorces,   which   naturally   made   her   reflect   a   lot.   his   proposal   in   that   very   moment   to   her   didn't   make   the   situation   any   easier   for   her.   but   what   will   make   this   separation   between   the   two   even   more   difficult   is   the   fact   that   she   recently   found   out   she's   pregnant.

RANDOM FACTS  :

she’s   very   outspoken   and   always   stands   with   her   own   argument   (never   get   into   an   argument   with   her   ksdjhfks)

when   she   was   in   high   school,   one   of   her   classmates   got   bullied   and   she   was   the   one   to   always   stand   up   for   her   classmate   and   they   have   been   best   friends   ever   since.*   most   people   from   their   school   would   be   scared   to   be   on   bad   terms   with   her   because   she   usually   always   had   something   to   say

she’s   really   hardworking,   she   probably   also   has   a   home   office.   if   she   isn’t   at   her   office   @   the   law   firm   she’s   probably   working   at   her   home   office.   even   if   it’s   2am

she   has   never   mentioned   to   her   siblings   that   they   have   another   sibling   out   there

LIKES / DISLIKES  :

likes:   taking   long   walks   in   the   park   /   wine   /   milkshakes   /   coffee   /   crime   tv   shows   or   movies   /   reading   books   /   sitting   on   her   balcony   and   watching   the   stars   for   hours   /   satin   dresses   /   fresh   flowers   on   her   desk   /   large   windows   /   big   cities   /   photography   /   being   creative   (usually   goes   to   random   workshops   in   her   free   time   to   take   her   mind   off)   /   organising   her   pantry   or   her   files

dislikes:   people   who   usually   lie,   even   if   it’s   white   lies   /   loud   and   noisy   people   /   snoring   /   chocolate   /   neon   colours   /   someone   speaking   for   her   /   weddings   /   romcoms   /   tea   /   when   someone   tells   her   what   to   do   /   when   someone   tries   to   convince   her   /   when   someone   tries   to   confront   her

if   you’re   interested   in   plotting   with   me,   hit   the   ♡   button   and   i’ll   come   and   bother   you!   or   you   can   always   send   me   a   message,   too.   i   also   am on   discord   so   if   you   feel   like   plotting   on   there   we   totally   can!

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Huaisang: Lan Sizhui is, in fact, a menace. Do not be fooled by his gentle demeanour, soft voice and pleasant voice. He's an instigator on many levels, with honey coated words and shy charm. He has even forced me, a sect leader, to swallow bitter-tasting medicine, Lan soup and taken wine away from me. He's a teasing, mischievous rascal!

Huaisang: He's my didi ♡

(Me: mixed signals much?)

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