UNDER THE MASK

　　　　　　　　★ UNDER THE MASK ☄︎

" looking forward to the next collab :) " – xiao

synopsis !

successful influencer yn is asked to collab with declining-popularity streamer xiao: because of his constant sarcasm and bad attitude when he streams... so that he can save his reputation. what happens when over the course of the collab, and between the time that you spend together, you discover that xiao just really isn’t what the internet makes him out to be?

contents. xiao x reader smau. influencer au, modern au, streamer au.

currently. planning the series and creating chapters!

notes. thank you lucien for planning with me <3 also i accidentally deleted my entire planning draft for this and almost cried. so pls show this second-time creation some love

taglist. @yzeniko @starz222 @soleillunne @ilyuu @manager-of-the-pudding-bank open! send an ask to be added.

chapters.

prologue. get to know the streamer league. get to know the influencer league.

under the mask. chapter i. intro to xiao. chapter ii. intro to yn. chapter iii. the collab seems like it doesn't work. chapter iv. the collab (still) doesn't work. chapter v. the collab is working. chapter vi. tba please reblog!

— how to woo the acting grand sage 101

wherein you pull out all the stops in an effort to persuade alhaitham on why he should date you, only… he woos you instead?!

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 7.8k wc, fluff, (attempts at) humour, angst if you squint, reader gets ill from overwork in one part, slight spoilers for 3.2 archon quest (brief mentions/recap of end events)

A/N : reader is struggling but they’re trying their best, alhaitham is a (smitten) menace and bad at feelings (kinda); the embodiment of u fall first, he falls harder (i just think we need more energetic/cute readers with haitham TヘT)

It wasn’t anything special. Really. Just you, your first day jitters, and the calm boy beside you in his Haravatat beret; the same one as yours.

Perhaps he’d noticed your flitting eyes, your shifting feet, or your wrung hands that swung gently in front of your robe-clad body because, when your eyes met (and, oh, what pretty eyes he had), he gave you a small nod. Of what? Comfort? Acknowledgement? Salutations?

You couldn’t tell, and you couldn’t ask. By the time you regained your senses he’d already walked off, the blank space beside you feeling strangely empty.

It wasn’t anything special.

But to you, that one, singular moment was all you needed; the comfort it gave was immeasurable, your first day jitters nonexistent.

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this was so good :((

AAahhhh more eddie aftercare like where the reader just makes sounds to answer him cause their head space is just not there or whatever, or cuddles and attentionnnn, or shy reader ahh anything eddie plaseeeeeeee. I CRAVE EDDIE FLUFF STUFFFFF.. i just realised i cant make this anonymous for some reason- oh well :)

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┕━» eddie x fem!reader

❕warnings❕: mentions of smut, nudity but no smut, fluff fluff fluff, sweet Eddie.

a/n: not quite sure why it would let you do anon, but hey, no shame in this game. She's kind of a shorty but I'm hoping to write something that's more in-depth when I'm up for it.

『•• Eddie with aftercare but a few things are different lol. ••』

Not edited or betaed.

"I don't have to sell my soul, he's already in me" -- i wanna be adored, the stone roses

Eddie knew you. Eddie knew you more than you knew yourself, he knew what made you tick. Like how you would never meet his eye when you were lying, or how your grip would become tighter in his hair right before he would make you cum on his tongue.

He had seen you in the headspace you were in before, and although he wasn't sure what exactly to do most of the time when you were like this, he knew that you needed comfort. Someone to coddle you and clean you up until you regain your mental and physical strength.

Eddie was gentle with you as he lifted you up, hand splayed over your spine as he sat your body up. Your eyes were close to shutting as you looked up at him, muscles feeling like jelly as he gently drifted his hand across your cheeks, pulling away stray hairs that had made it into your mouth.

"You were fucking amazing, baby," he made sure to tell you, "Always so good for me."

You let out a soft whine in response, doing your best to lean into his touch. A soft voice in the back of your mind, shouting, pleading for more.

"More," you would plead, voice hushed and graveled, but Eddie wasn't going to let up.

Eddie was used to this now; the want you had developed for more. But there was no way he would give in, you could barely speak, let alone walk. He knew it was time to call it, much to your dismay.

"No more, sweet girl, you're exhausted, we need to get you cleaned up. You and I can get some water and then we can stay in bed for as long as you want, okay?"

Tears threatened to kiss your eyes at the mention of 'no more', the emotions you were feeling beginning to get overwhelming, and Eddie could tell you were on the edge of some sort of anxiety attack, and he was quick to act.

He scooped you up quickly and brought you to the bathroom, where the warm water of the shower already running. And due to obvious reasons, the two of you were already stripped bare.

You held onto him as tightly as your weakened muscles would let you, wobbling as he stood you up in the shower. Warm water rushed along the skin of your back, running down your spine as you buried your face into his shoulder.

Eddie was gentle as he washed you down, making sure you didn't slip as he cleaned you with an old washcloth, letting you cling to him as you let the water wash away your headspace.

By the end of the shower, you began to felt more yourself, now able to stand without using Eddie as a crutch. He would pass you a towel, wrapping you up snugly before grabbing a towel of his own.

The two of you dried off before Eddie wandered into his bedroom, coming back seconds later, tossing a shirt at your face, making you flich as you giggled at his banter.

"You here, sweetheart?" he asked, glancing up at your as he dried off his legs, watching as you shoved the oversized shirt over your head.

"Yeah, Eds, I'm here," you smiled, giving him a reassuring kiss on the forehead.

Once Eddie was finally dressed and dried, he met you on the bed with two glasses of water that he set on the bedside table. With a few minutes of struggling and flailing limbs, he finally got you comfortable. His back was rested up against the headboard, and you were sideways, legs over the top of his lap, your head resting on his shoulder as he used a hand to tenderly stroke your damp hair.

The muffled sound of his heartbeat was all that could be heard besides the buzzing of the crickets and frogs outside the trailer.

"Thank you," you would hear yourself mutter, breaking the silence.

Eddie glanced down at you, "What for?"

"For everything. You're too good for me," you would say, your own hand beginning to play with the curls of his hair.

"I'm too good for you?" he threw his head back in disbelief.

"Yes!" you argued, "You are, you really are."

"You say that, but you're the one who always looks after me too. You know, when I pull my shit, you're always there to clean up after me. I have no idea what I would do without you."

Your heart fluttered at his confession, "Well, I'm glad we're on the same page, because I don't know what I would do without you either," you smiled, meeting his eyes.

His hand was gentle as he lifted your chin so he could get a better aim at your lips before slowly leaning in, capturing you in a long, passionate kiss.

He held you close in a warm embrace, the smell of old spice, pot, and laundry detergent hinting lightly in the air around you.

In that moment, with every ounce of your being, you knew that there was no place on this planet that you would rather be.

tee hee, I apologize if this isn't what you wanted but I tried. I hope this isn't too much like the first one, and there's a little bit more dialog. Or maybe its the same amount. Idk. I'm tired 🥲.

asking them to get you boba [part 1]

feat: bokuto, oikawa, sakusa, suna

notes: fluff, sfw, terms of endearment, minor cursing

a/n: sakusa saying the l word just makes my heart go brr.

anw, part 2? lmk in the comments!

mlist (soon) | likes & reblogs are always appreciated ! ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

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I felt this on my soul it's so good

Insecurity and Love // Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 

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Synopsis: Reader isn’t feeling pretty today, but Eddie, who wears his heart on his sleeve, is there to let you know just how much he loves you. 

WC: 1.3k

Category: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff. Some sexually suggestive content.

Content: Reader & Eddie are both 18+!! Insecurity (obviously), reader has some body-image issues and self-esteem issues ig (mentions of not being “thin enough”, not feeling pretty or deserving of love), brief descriptions of making out w Eddie, very brief allusion to cunnilingus, mentions of bottling up emotions, Eddie is a good listener and the sweetest bf ever, use of nicknames (sweetheart, baby, pretty) bc they make me melt, much tenderness <3. 

A/N: This is entirely self-indulgent, enjoy! 

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“Okay. What’s going on with you today?” Eddie asks, bringing his hands back up to your face as you sit in his lap in his bed, Eddie leaning up against the headboard. 

When you don’t respond and instead look down at your fiddling fingers, he dips his head to look into your eyes. 

“Hm?” He hums, stroking your flaming cheek with the back of his pointer finger. 

You sighed. You didn’t want to bring it up. In fact, you tried so hard all day not to say anything, to keep your mouth shut because you didn’t want to sour the day. But you were not the type of person to hold things in. So many people just seem to bottle up their bad thoughts and feelings and store them away in an isolated part of their minds; locking those pieces of themselves away in the dark where no one can reach them. 

And maybe it’s unhealthy,—keeping things inside like that—but being unable to stop the dam from bursting, the water gushing out, recklessly flowing out and destroying everything in its path felt like a curse sometimes. People always say talking about things will make you feel better, but sometimes it makes you feel worse! Those thoughts and feelings all come out and they won’t stop and then you look like a fool because you probably didn’t make any sense and does anyone even want to listen anyway? Do they even care? 

So, you’d tried the bottling up thing. Which was way harder than it seemed. Especially as you told Eddie everything. And you might not think it most of the time, but he eats up every word. He wants to hear your silly rants about an episode of something you watched on TV the other night. He wants to listen to you drone on and on about your current favourite book or a new song you heard on the radio. He’s always prepared to hear about your shitty day and let you cry into his beat up Metallica t-shirt. And of course he is always ready to completely nerd out with you about any of your shared interests. 

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ugh this was so good :((((

words can't describe how good it is

Always In My Heart (Sakusa Kiyoomi)

PAIRING: gn!reader x Sakusa Kiyoomi

SUMMARY: Now that you’re gone, Kiyoomi wishes he had something to remember you by.

interactions (comments and reblogs) are much appreciated! ♥︎

Sakusa Kiyoomi doesn’t like taking pictures. Not of himself, of other people, or even things. He’s never found much sense in doing it to be honest, and never got why people were so obsessed with sharing every single second of their lives with complete strangers around the world. It always annoyed him when he had to wait before he could start eating because his friends wanted to take pictures of the food, and he didn’t like it going cold.

But you loved them — that, he remembers.

“Come on, Omi,” you begged, squeezing your hands together and shooting him a wide, winning grin. “Just one pic.”

Sakusa pursed his lips, studying your face. He almost gave in, but what else could anyone expect when you had such a pretty smile?

“I really don’t see the point in taking pictures,” he murmured, busying himself with tying his shoelace instead. He knows that another single second of gazing into your beautiful eyes would make him fold. “You don’t even post them anywhere. Your Instagram is pretty much a blank profile.”

Your brows knit together as you gave him the most disappointed look he’d ever seen you wear, arms folded across your chest with a small pout on your lips that absolutely melted his heart.

It’s true that you don’t upload them, but you do adore taking pictures of things that you think are pretty, and Omi is gorgeous. You wish you had at least one picture of the two of you together.

“Well, don’t you want to remember this moment?”

With a soft smile —one of those he usually saved just for you—, he straightened up and placed his hands on your cheeks, squishing them together to make your pout more prominent. He pressed a gentle kiss against them, earning a slightly unwilling smile from you.

“I have an excellent memory. I don’t need pictures to remember anything, especially when it comes to you,” he explained. “Every single thing about you is forever etched in my memory.” After a short pause in which he admires your blushing face, he added, “And besides, I’d much rather enjoy every moment of my life with you than waste a single second taking a picture we don’t really need.”

His words seemed to content you, and with a soft sigh, you leaned into his touch, your smaller hand cupping his, and slightly turned your face to deliver a small kiss onto the inside of his wrist.

“M’kay.”

Despite your reply, that wasn’t the last time you asked for a picture, but his answer was always the same. So, to this day, Sakusa Kiyoomi doesn’t have a single picture of you in his phone, and he deeply regrets it with each breath he takes.

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