this blog is mainly to help you if you're feeling down :) no body shaming,no harassment, nothing gross is allowed on this blog (icon and back ground are not mine!) Dont have time for writing long fics,so everything will just be headcanons :) send me in headcanons if you want!
I know I say this alot but its really hard to be active atm because mental health is bad and im currently trying to find a therapist. I'm going to be starting something new that is less time consuming plus its nsfw ;)
Its just easier this way because im never finishing requests and I know alot of people get upset by that so from the bottom of my heart I am truly sorry.
one of the funniest parts of another story is the sevenstar drink plot. thereâs really nothing to it during the regular routes, but the second you hit rayâs after ending? it is the most important thing Ever which is hilarious because itâs so unexpected that itâs actually relevant. itâs not sevenâs first sales pitch and itâs not his last, and the fact that the developers had seven bring it up in the exact same way that he brings up every other idea and then flip a 180 and say âhey, this drink is actually very important to the plot because it really helps the choi brothers story blow up and the money raised from it is entirely directed towards helping orphaned childrenâ is such a slap in the face. like, are we talking about the same drink? you know, the one that seven made up and tried to sell like it was a joke?? BECAUSE THIS IS NOT HOW I EXPECTED THINGS TO GO AT ALL.
one of the funniest things in the world to me is how sevenâs the one who constantly pushes the gay jumin agenda as if heâs not the one throwing innuendos and flirting left and right. takes one to know one i guess
Zen giving you a massage only for it to end up with you both panting and moaning messes,
You laying on the bed while one leg is on his shoulder and the other pinned on the bed. Zen just thrusting fast and rough through your tight little hole
"Ahh...mmm zen just like that, oh fuck baby keep going just like that~"
"Yeah? Yeah,,y/n you like getting fucked like this? You're such a naughty little pet"
A/N: I'm replaying Saeyoung's route and in discussing how it was kind of amusing how both boys caution you against hurting your feet when Saeran breaks in, @gureishi brought up the very valid point of "lol what if it's because of something traumatic," so of course this was the result of that conversation.
It's a bummer, enjoy đ
Word count: 877 | Content warning for child abuse, blood.
âHold still. I have to get the glass out.â
Saeran balled his fists up even tighter, biting his lip now to keep from flinching.
âDonât look. It wonât hurt as much if you donât look,â Saeyoung mumbled, trying to hold his brotherâs small foot steady while he searched for the last of the shards, bent tweezers poised to pull it from the cut.
âYes it will,â Saeran said through gritted teeth as his brother hovered over his ankle, inspecting it and dabbing at the blood whenever there was too much of it to properly see what he was doing. He bit down harder when he saw Saeyoung pause, his gentle grip on his ankle tightening as he leaned in and plucked the last bloody sliver from his foot. He saw him dump rubbing alcohol on a cotton ballânow Saeran shut his eyesâwincing when he felt the burn.
He heard the sterile paper tear free from a fresh bandage, finally opening his rubbed-red eyes as Saeyoung stuck the final band-aid on his leg. That made five. More than usual, Saeyoung thought with a frown.
âWhat was it this time?â
âBottle.â
He saw Saeran tuck his knees to his chest and wrap his arms around them, mess of red hair sticking out in every direction as he hid his face. Saeran tried not to cry when his mom was screaming and he only cried a little when he heard the glass shatter against the wall next to him, and even though he did cry when he felt it cut into his foot he was so, so quiet about it. He didnât cry even once while his brother patched him up.
But now, now was the hard part. Because he knew that when Saeyoung was done putting the cap back on the rubbing alcohol and when he was finished storing the bandages back under the bathroom sink, he wouldnât need to take care of him anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut against his kneesââdonât be such a fucking baby!â he heard her voice echo in his headâholding out as long as he could before he let out a muffled sob. He didnât want to look up, because if the room was empty then it meant his brother was gone, and if it wasnât then his brother was seeing him cry like the pathetic little kid he was.
Saeyoung softly shut the cabinet, back teeth clenched so hard he wouldnât be surprised if he chipped another one. He stood upright and stared at his face in the mirror, trying to dwell on the parts of himself that still matched his younger, sicker twin, throat tight as he heard his brother try not to cry from the other room. He didnât know much about other kids, other families, but he knew this wasnât right.
He walked back in the room, stepping gingerly over to where his brother was curled up against the wall to avoid any pieces of glass he wasnât able to collect.
âHey,â he said, tugging on Saeranâs arm. Saeran jerked it back in response, keeping his face buried.
Saeyoung hated that someone so small already knew how to be so angry.
âCâmere. Hey, here, Iâve got something for you. Here.â He gently pulled Saeranâs leg towards him, the smaller boy finally lifting his head when he heard Saeyoung pull a cap off of a pen with his teeth.
âDonât move,â he said for a second time that evening. Saeran watched, eyes still puffy and rimmed with tears as his brother gently drew a circle on one of his band-aids, topping it with two triangles, whiskers, dots for eyes and a crooked line that was probably supposed to be the mouth.
âSee? Cat.â
Saeran sniffled into his sleeve. âNot a very good one,â he said softly, malice gone from his tone.
âYes it is. Here, look. It even talks,â he said as he drew a speech bubble with âmeowâ written inside. Saeran smiled nowâSaeyoung couldnât see it, but he knew.
ââŠwill you do another one?â he asked, voice sounding as fragile as the glass Saeyoung had just pulled from his foot earlier.
Saeyoung shifted and laid his brotherâs leg across his own, gently drawing something on one of the larger bandages. Saeran couldnât see what he was doing, so instead he watched as his brother bit the tip of his tongue in concentration, eyes almost crossed as he finished and pulled the pen away, straightening his brotherâs leg. Saeran saw a stick figure in what was probably supposed to be pants and a shirt, messy hair scribbled around its circle-face, carefully framing two dots and a smile.
âSee? Itâs you. Looks just like you.â
Saeran turned his leg to look at it, tilting his head so it was facing the right direction. He stared at it for a moment before holding out his hand, waiting for Saeyoung to give him the pen. Saeyoung watched his brother lean forward and draw another lopsided stick figure next to his own, copying the same shapes he had drawn except making it just a little taller and adding two big circles around its eyesâah, glasses.
âThere,â Saeran said, handing the pen back to his brother. âI like it better when itâs us.â
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I figured people like his content but I know not everyone likes sevens character!! But thank you for the suggestion! I've been wanting to write more horny for zen nglđ