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jokest3r · 3 months

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Hey there! I hope you have OC interactions open so, may I ask how Matvey would feel about Captain Arjun? ☺️

Hiya !

Matvey's typically avoidant around his superiors besides a spare few but especially Cpt. Price or much of the captains(since everyone seems to have a bad history with his parents.) So he listens or watches before making his silent escape to leave, away from something out of his element or in general turbulent footing. Given the way he sees most of the captains and his dynamics with them he already has a preconception and expectation of Arjun given his current stance on everyone else high on the ladder. Luckily, Arjun's high enough rank to be on the "need to know" list and would likely know what he's getting into. Most of Matvey's preconceptions comes from his own history of being under scrutiny and bad history with authority, so it's hard for him to break out of it without going back into his shell. Arjun and Matvey play off each other as Arjun wanted to be a soldier while Matvey was pushed into a role he was never supposed to play. Arjun would have been there as well when he was first brought in, and it would not have looked pretty at all(malnourishment and blood loss is not a good look.)

So, in regard to Arjun, given his protective nature Matvey would be at first confused and then grumbly on the outside but internally finds it rather endearing but also finds it an obstacle once Matvey's age shows and goes against people's professional concerns, including Arjun's. He's not used to being dependent on people nor those said people actually caring for him without ulterior motives. He finds it odd and unnatural and tries in any way he can to find something that isn't there "cause how could anyone care for me if they're not intending on using me for political games, influence, or money?" Arjun's only way of really getting past Matvey's defenses is proving to him that he means what he says and isn't faking his genuine words out of mere formalities.

Matvey's one weakness is his curiosity, and he does get curious about Arjun's past and would likely surprise Arjun with a few questions about personal things every once and a while, though the tone still feeling like Matvey's holding something back. Though... I do believe they'd bond over their mutual sweet tooths(Matvey is very curious about the new cuisine and food places nearby the base since he now doesn't have to live off of cans.)

Since Matvey's hunted by hired mercs and a large network with a large amount of money banking on his retrieval he's usually told to stay on base along with a protection order so everyone that's high up enough could keep a close eye on him. Though, there are times where he wishes to be "alone" and leaves base without even a note which anyone with a keen eye would notice. Honestly, don't know if Arjun would be amused at the gall of Matvey or just outright scolding him.

I hope I did Captain Arjun justice since I've never drawn people that were well-toned before ! ヽ(⌒∇⌒)ﾉ I had a lot of fun drawing him so here's Arjun finding him violating his protection order at a cafe both dressed all casual(Matvey of course avoiding the question of why he violated his protection order or why he's off on his own to begin with.) @welldonekhushi

#asks #welldonekhushi #captain arjun #other's ocs #cod oc: matvey-lukyan volkov-makarov #oc: matvey-lukyan volkov-makarov #cod ocs #cod oc art #matvey eventually gives him the title of “old man” in his mother language though tends to say it out of earshot #arjun is tired #when you accidentally wind up at the same cafe together and one of you is definitely not supposed to be there #tbf matvey wouldnt be that nervous about confrontation and would just not understand why everyone's up in arms about it #also this is my first time going in first with a lineart pen instead of sketching beforehand and honestly i was afraid it would turn out ba #but it didnt so im very happy #the dessert is a large waffle with whip cream in the middle and peeled dried fruit shaped like flowers #matvey swiped a wallet off some civ he can pay for it

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growing-nerd · 1 year

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🌻Went to a café to study yesterday. Great vibes and perfect food and coffee.

☕️Iced chai latte with oat milk

#tw food mention #studyblr #cafe #cafe aesthetic #flowers #dried flower bouquet #study aesthetic #studyspo #floral aesthetic #academics unite

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moaan · 1 year

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By the Window by Katsuaki Shoda

#Kobe #Hyogo #Japan #cafe #cafe atmosphere #window #by the window #ornamental plant #foliage plant #dried flower #relaxing #relaxing time #studio D #flickr

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hearts4renaa · 2 months

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GOT LOVESTRUCK ?!

summary: things malleus does that show how much he adores you.

a/n: my twisted wonderland writing debut??

in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman.

malleus who will wait outside of your door so he can walk you places. to class, to another dorm, to the cafeteria. he takes any moment he possibly can to just be around you.

malleus who keeps a little picture of the two of you in his wallet. ever since you brought him to the little photobooth, he’s kept the photo strip with him at all times. seeing the picture keeps him grounded; it reminds him that not everyone is afraid of him.

malleus who gives you flowers every two weeks, right as the last ones begin to wilt. you’ve always wondered how he knew when they needed to be replaced. (spoiler alert: every time he gives you a bouquet, he keeps two of the flowers for himself. once those two start wilting, he knows to get you new ones)

malleus who pays so much attention whatever you say, and it shows. mention something you enjoy to him offhandedly. i guarantee you you’ll see it on your doorstep within the next two weeks.

malleus who writes you love letters. handwritten letters, at least two pages with both sides filled. he seals the envelope off with wax, then wraps it with twine and dried flowers (the ones he preserved from your previous bouquets he gave you). every word details his absolute adoration for you.

malleus who thinks of you wherever he is. he sees a color you like? he thinks of you. a cafe that serves your favourite food? thinks of you. a cat cafe that has a grey cat? it looks like grim, and he thinks of you! his love for you seeps into the world around him.

malleus who swears that no matter what, he will love you. even when you inevitably become nothing but dust and ash, he swears he will love you the same way he did when the two of you went to NRC.

#twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst malleus #twst malleus x reader #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus x yuu #twisted wonderland malleus #got lovestruck?!

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ravencincaide · 8 months

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Title: His loss

Synopsis: You didn’t expect that it would bother you so much, Dazai’s love for women who were ‘not-You’. Your saving grace is that you aren't alone in this- you still have Chuuya there to cheer you up.

Pairing: Chuuya x fem! reader, mention of Chuuya x Dazai x Fem!reader

Warning: Alcohol and excessive drinking, cursing, hint at intimacy and oral, mention of throuple/ polyamory, mention of cheating

Enjoy

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You aren’t sure what your relationship is supposed to be, but you’re damned certain it’s not supposed to be like this.

Back when you were single you were certain your love life would be of the morbid kind. Your lover would probably be someone with twisted preferences, who’d get off on pain and suffering. Someone who’d slap your ass more times than bring you flowers. However the one ‘twisted preference’ you weren’t prepared for was having your heart toyed with. Were you together? Were you expected to be exclusive or were you on the opposite expected to gain experience that you’d then transfer to the bedroom? You weren’t certain- but you knew it was a discussion you’d need to have soon.

“ I didn’t know you were in an open- relationship” your partner for the mission suddenly mused, finally breaking the silence that stretched on for hours between you two. He was staring into the window of a small nearby cafe a fair bit ahead of you. You were kind of surprised you could still make out his voice from this distance. Though it wasn’t the comment that annoyed you the most about him, but rather the way he dragged his feet on the mission and yet had time to windowshop the moment you two got back.

Still, your icy one-liner died on your lips when you saw what he meant. The sight of Dazai so obviously flirting with the waitress.

“ It’s nothing.” You replied in a flat voice, your eyes still glued to the sight of him; Dazai's puppy dog look as he stared at the waitress as if she hung the moon. The glimmer in his eyes as he saw something he wanted. A warm flush coloring his cheeks with excitement. He held the waitress's hand in between his own, stroking it in circles, his lips moving faster and faster. You could practically hear the purr of his voice- the longing promises you’ve heard hundreds of times.

You wondered if he called her Belladonna too.

“ Doesn’t look like nothing” Your subordinate practically purred in your ear, excited at the sight of you losing your emotionless composure. Even if it was for just a moment. The thought of you being gloomy, hurting and sad was exciting to him.

That sick bastard.

“ Shut up. I made it clear it was nothing. Didn’t I?” You turned away from the sight of Dazai and the waitress and bore your eyes into your subordinate. The calm and professional look you always carried on missions was replaced by burning anger. If looks could kill, your subordinate would already combust into flames, twice. “ Now get a move-on. We still have the report to do!”

It took you three hours to wrap up the last of the mission, type up the report, order more ammunition and sign off on both yours and your mission-partners expenses. However before the ink on the page managed to dry you were out of the office and off home.

When you got back, it was still early and neither of your partners were in sight. You took this as a chance to take a long burning hot shower, washing off the last of the dirt and grime of the mission. As the water poured over you, your thoughts drifted back to Dazai. Although he was normally the first one to be home, there was no trace of him in the house. Something told you he wouldn’t be coming back tonight.

The thought made your stomach turn in an unpleasant fashion.

Turning off the water, you dried your hair before twisting it into a messy bun. You dressed into a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt which came down to your mid-thigh. Then you went into the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of bourbon on rocks in a whiskey glass. Downing the first one in one clunk you contemplated how many more you’d want, especially on an empty stomach. Deciding on ‘many’ you took out a bucket from the cupboard and filled it to the brim with ice. Normally Chuuya used it to keep his wine at perfect temperature whenever you were doing something together. Though you doubted Chuuya would care very much if you loaned it for a bit. Balancing the bucket in one hand, you carried your glass, the bottle of bourbon all the while balancing a bottle of coke between your fingers. You made it to the living room table just seconds away from dropping everything on the floor. But you made it. Rubbing your hands together to regain feeling, you moved to jump into the velvety couch right beside it, settling down lotus style.

Then you began drinking.

You barely got through your first bourbon cola when you heard the key turn in the knob. You cursed to yourself wondering if you should head to the bedroom and continue there. Deciding that it would just make you look even more pitiful you poured yourself another glass, staring at the way the ice cubes danced at the surface of the drink. Your heart was in your throat, your pulse pounding loudly in your ears. Was Dazai actually coming home? Were you.. wrong?

“ You’re back already Y/N?” Chuuya called from the hallway as he kicked off his shoes.

“ In here” you tried not to sound too disappointed. You heard him enter the room seconds after you called out to him. Coming up from behind, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“ Bourbon? Tough job?”

You hummed a reply as you threw your head back, hitting his shoulder in the process, downing the glass in one move. This time there was more bourbon in it than cola. Your eyes teared up, your senses completely overwhelmed by the smoky sweet taste of your drink. You coughed a few times before shaking your head, deciding that next time you’d be more cautious when eyeballing proportions. Then you started making yourself said ‘another drink’.

Chuuya watched you for a few moments before he moved to sit beside you. He shrugged his jacket off, leaving it on the edge of the couch before he poured himself a glass of wine. It was a Shiraz Cabernet which he got on the way home. Too cheap wine for his taste but he knew it was one of your favorites. He twirled the glass in his hand for a moment, enjoying its fragrant scent before tilting it towards you- a silent offer to abandon your drink of choice for something that's less likely to give you a hangover.

Silently you raised your drink in response. Maybe after the next one.

Chuuya took a sip of his wine. For a change he didn’t seem to care that it was a few degrees above perfect temperature. Pleasant silence lingered between the two of you, as you both tried to recover from your less-than-ideal week. Some days talking was just overrated.

“ Have you seen Idiot- Dazai?” Chuuya finally asked as he finished his glass and poured himself another.

“ Donno, I’m not his mother” You reply harsher than intended.

Chuuya observed you for a long moment, trying to read your mind. He didn’t ask anything else, just watched you throw back glass after glass with no end in sight. As you ran out of cola, you made exaggerated suffering sighs, staring longingly at the empty glass.

" A penny for your thoughts?"

" I want another drink?" Chuuya actually laughed at you, shaking his head. Still he got up and headed to the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with another bottle of cola, a proper glass for whiskey- or in your case bourbon, cola, wine glass and a platter of cheese, crackers and fruit. He settled it down on the table before he started making your drink. In the meantime you reached forward and stole a few grapes from the platter. Some you ate while others you held up to his lips, which he parted instantly, not forgetting to press a kiss to your fingertips as a thank you.

“ Here try this” he handed you the bourbon cola before sitting down beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist. It still surprised you how knowledgeable he was about alcohol and how he managed to make a simple bourbon cola perfect. Just the right strengths so there was only a hint of alcohol in the cola, refreshed with a bit of lemon. It made you wonder what you did to deserve him and whether he was happy like this, in this so-called relationship of yours.

“ Chuuya, are you- we exclusive?”

“ What do you think, doll?” He asked back his eyes staring intensely into your own. Reaching forward he rested his palm on your cheek, his fingers near the back of your head pulling you forward. He met your lips halfway. The kiss held passion, desire and care but before you could deepen it he pulled back and reached for the wine, taking another sip. You could see the flush on his cheeks, the way he used the wine as an excuse to keep himself in check.

It amazed you how he knew what you needed even before you could understand it yourself.

You moved to rest your head on his shoulder, leaning your weight onto him. Instantly his arm was around you, keeping you close to himself. Another kiss, this one on your forehead. Then he just held you, giving you time with your thoughts. It didn’t take long for you to break the peaceful silence; “ But don’t you wanna try things with someone else? More experienced or just a different body?”

Chuuya snorted into his wine “ Sweetheart your mouth alone can keep me going all night- we’ll not say about the rest of you” his hold tightened around you, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on your shirt.

You leaned away from him, towards the table pouring yourself another straight shot of bourbon in your old glass. You were using it as an excuse to hide the smile tugging on your lips and the burning of your cheeks. Taking a sip, you made a face as you realized all the ice in your glass had melted. Setting it back down, you reached over and dropped a few cubes of ice from the bucket into it before leaving it on the table to cool down faster.

“ I’m not fucking anyone else either- so you know” you stated as you once again rested against his shoulder, under the warms of his arm.

“ What’s with the questions? Did you see Dazai fuck another woman or something?” When you didn’t reply Chuuya bore his eyes into you “ What? Seriously?”

“ Not fuck but-” you reached for the glass of still piss-warm bourbon and downed it in one go, giving Chuuya all the reply he needed.

“ Fucking idiot, rack of bandages- stupid.” you heard Chuuya mutter under his breath.

The colorful curse words just reminded you of Dazai’s look of adoration as he stared at the waitress in the cafe. Instead of making you angry however it just caused you hurt. It made you doubt yourself- if you understood him correctly and his intentions with this relationship. Was it always supposed to be this free-wishy washy- open-kinda thing between you three? Or did he change his mind after you three slept together? Did he have you and then decide he didn’t want you anymore?

That thought hurt more than you’d like to admit.

Noticing your somber look, Chuuya grabbed your arm and pulled you until you were saddling his lap. His arms dropped to your waist, holding you in place. His warm breath on your face smelled sweet and grapy from the wine. “ His loss.” Chuuya finally concluded against your lips “ That means I have you all to myself- and plenty of time to make you forget that idiot.”

Taking his face in your hands, you closed the remaining distance between you. You kissed him with all you had, silently praying that he’d make you stop thinking about your relationship and Dazai- if only for tonight.

#chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #no pressure september challenge #hurt/comfort #alcohol #open relationship #drinking

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starsstuddedsky · 7 months

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Slice of Love

Haechan x reader

summary: birthday cake and boyfriend material

genre: fluff, non idol au, not really angst but haechan is so dramatic

warnings: swearing, food/dessert, i dont know anything about art, pls lmk if i missed any

wc: 1.8k (who is she???)

a/n: finally wrote something short and sweet :) it's been so long since i've done that lol. this is heavily inspired by 7dream cafe cake-making and my full belief that none of these boys should be unsupervised in the kitchen. thank you to @chocolatemilk139 for being my beta as always <3 (even though you didnt edit anything smh)

It’s not horrendous.

Donghyuck stares at the cake in front of him. The process started well: he made the tester cake last week week that the council (also known as his friends) approved with generous support (“wait, what’s actually kind of good,” from Jeno, “it’s edible,” from Renjun, “the hint of orange really sells it,” from Jaemin, “it’s not burnt so it’s already better than anything I could make,” from Mark, “you didn’t buy this?” from Chenle, and Jisung, who just stared at him with wide eyes).

No, the problem isn’t the batter. He slaved over it all last night and chose the two cakes that rose most evenly in the oven. Everything but his tears went into making them.

“Wow,” Renjun says, leaning over the counter. “You fucked up.”

Donghyuck smacks him, leaving a trail of lavender buttercream on the wool sweater.

“Hey, that’s going to be a bitch to get out!” Renjun cries.

“Cry me a river,” Donghyuck says, “which is a good song, but also, you deserve it. It’s not that bad.”

Renjun raises his eyebrows but Donghyuck raises a spoonful of extra frosting. Renjun backs off.

Despite his strong defense, Donghyuck fears Renjun may be right. Though the cake stands tall, crumbs mix in with the frosting on the sides. What was supposed to be an artistically plump edging around the base of the cake and around the top corner looks like it exploded out of the piping bag (because it did, popping the cap off several times). In his head, the center would be filled with flowers and hearts and all sorts of pretty shapes in all sorts of pastel colors—but by the time he got to the center, he’d fully given up on piping bags, meaning he had to get creative for the flowers. Instead of flowers, he made blobs of frosting pushed off a spoon. In some spots he accidentally mixed the colors together, a green one shade away from brown, not at all like the field in the pictures on his Pinterest board.

Jeno appears next, wandering out of his room. He misses Renjun’s warning glare, though Donghyuck doesn’t. He steps right next to Donghyuck, tilting his head. “What is this supposed to be again?”

“What do you think?” Donghyuck asks evenly.

Oblivious or uncaring, Jeno pauses to ponder. “A really ugly version of Shrek’s swamp?”

“Get out.”

“Get out of ma’ swamp!” Jeno attempts a Scottish accent, authenticity as questionable as the flower field in Donghyuck’s cake. Jeno retreats with Renjun on the couch, dodging Donghyuck’s frosting spoon. It would be a waste of the delicacy on his stupid dri-fit t-shirt, which he wears even when he doesn’t work out.

“It’ll be fine,” Jaemin says. “It’ll taste good, which is the important part.” He sits at the counter, the only one to offer moral support while Donghyuck decorated. But his attempts at comfort are in vain; Donghyuck doesn’t just want the cake to taste good, he wants it to taste perfect, to look perfect, for all of it to be perfect. It’s the least you deserve.

Donghyuck ignores the banging on his door, letting one of the guys let Chenle and Jisung in (no one else would threaten to break down a metal door instead of waiting the five seconds it takes to unlock the door).

“We come bearing food!” Chenle shouts, plastic bag singing in his hand as Jisung follows precariously carrying a stack of pizza boxes. Far more food than needed, but Donghyuck won’t skimp out on you. Chenle tosses his bag full of snacks on the table, crossing the room to see the ‘masterpiece’ Donghyuck spent the past week hyping up.

“Dude, are you seriously going to give that to YN?”

“Are you trying to get dumped?” Jisung asks. “Ow!” he cries when Chenle smacks him.

“Your welcome,” he says, “though he sort of has a point, that looks like literal shit.”

“Does it really?” Donghyuck pouts.

Chenle points at one of the browner spots. “You’re telling me that’s not a piece of shit?”

“They were supposed to be flowers.”

Jaemin, Renjun, and Jisung manage to cover their laughs as coughs but Chenle and Jeno let out a bark of laughter.

“Yeah, you’re screwed,” Chenle says, clapping him on his shoulder that sags even lower than his normal bad posture. “You could call Mark and get him to pick up a cake on his way.”

“He’s bringing YN,” Donghyuck says glumly. “Besides, I already told YN that I would make it myself. I’m not going to be a failure and a liar.”

“It’s really not that bad,” Jaemin says, ignoring the chorus of dissent from the rest of the guys. “It’ll taste good!”

Donghyuck shrugs. He can’t explain it, at least not so that they can understand him. He knows perfection is a subjective definition that he’ll never be able to fulfill but he strives for it anyway. If it isn’t perfect then why would he do it at all? Even if it’s his first time attempting this level of artwork, he should at least be able to make something that looks okay, or recognizable.

And you—you deserve more than a dry store-bought mess and more than a half-assed attempt at love. You’ve only been together for a couple months but he’s determined to prove himself. A birthday was the perfect opportunity, even when you’ve known him for years and spent plenty of birthdays with him. This was his chance to show you the boyfriend material he’s made of, except instead of black velvet or creamy silk, Donghyuck thinks this cake is the work of a neon yellow polyester shirt worth less than $2 at the thrift store.

“Mark just texted that he just parked,” Jaemin announces. He glances at Donghyuck. “You ready?”

Donghyuck glances at himself. His hands are covered in frosting that’s dried and crusted, spread up his arms. His Kiss the Chef apron protected his shirt and most of his pants from the damage, but the mess is the least of his concerns. There’s nothing he can do about the disaster (he’s given up calling it anything else) in front of him. Shrek’s Swamp or a toilet bowl, it’s definitely not a flower field and it’s definitely not what you deserve. But it’s all he’s got.

The final punch hits with a gentle knock at the door. Donghyuck crosses the room to his doom, stepping past his silent friends who bow their heads in respect for the walking dead. He pulls open the door slowly. He sees your shoes first, white sneakers you spent three hours with a Sharpie decorating, full of hearts and stars and unmistakable flowers—daisies and chrysanthemums and lavender, more than he can name.

You wear your favorite jeans, loose bootcut that tighten at the thighs, hugging you in all the right places. A loose shirt hangs from your shoulders, one of the bands you always play for him with lots of bass and visceral lyrics that romanticize suffering. A family of silver earrings dangle from your ears, and he recognizes each of your favorites, the miniature swords, sparkling star shaped studs, a curly twist of metal that wraps around the higher part of ear. You look perfect.

Donghyuck has always loved the way you smile, a gentle turn of your lips, like the happiness belongs to only you. You lean forward, pressing a short kiss to his lips, a peck more than anything. Donghyuck stares at you, eyes wide. You gesture to his apron. “Just following the rules.”

He smiles though it fades as soon as he sees the frosting–no, the evidence of his failures, spread down the black fabric. “Happy birthday,” he says, wishing he could put more heart into it. A tiny frown furrows in your brow but you don’t question him.

He steps back to let you walk in, trailing behind you as the rest of the guys wish you happy birthday. Mark catches up easily, clapping a hand on his shoulder, whispering, “Jeno sent me a picture.”

Renjun hugs you, which Donghyuck belatedly realizes he never did.

“I brought the food,” Chenle announces. “Don’t go thanking anyone else for my efforts.”

“Our,” Jisung corrects. “You barely even carried anything.”

“That’s because I had to drive,” Chenle says, waving his hand. “And don’t even get me started on the pizzeria, you better appreciate every molecule because—”

“Thank you, Chenle,” you say.

“Thank me,” Donghyuck says. “It was my detailed instructions that perfected absolutely everything about today, which reminds me, did Mark behave?”

You turn back to face him, linking your fingers with his. “Yes, babe, he followed your script. He almost cried because the barista messed up the order and he didn’t want to be annoying but he said you said ‘if anything goes wrong, I’ll kill you,’ and meant it.”

“And I did,” Donghyuck says. He nods at his best friend for his service.

“Now.” You squeeze his fingertips. “Where’s this cake you’ve been so excited about.”

Donghyuck doesn’t try to hide his face. There’s no use delaying the inevitable. He lets go of your hands, leading you to the crime scene to lay the final verdict (the judicial system of his brain is in need of some reformation).

You reach the counter and freeze. A list of concert dates greets Donghyuck, your back facing him while you study the cake. There’s no name for the opposite of a masterpiece, no artist that wants their worst creation recorded in history.

He inches closer to you, peeking at your face. He recognizes the expression, the narrowing of your eyes, the way you flatten your lips. He’s been to enough art shows and spent enough time with you studying for art history to know what you analyze art.

“It’s not Van Gogh or Monet,” he says, “it’s not even that asshole guy who made the Bean.”

“Mm,” you hum, “no, you’re not any of them.”

“It’s an ugly cake,” he says, “I know. I tried, I really did, but apparently you actually do need a decade or two of experience to make a decent cake, which is totally unfair, like, I spent more time on it than my research project, and this only looks marginally better than that.”

“It’s amazing,” you say, “reminiscent of the expressionist era.”

“Really?”

“No,” you say, turning to grin at him. “But you made it, so none of that matters. Maybe it doesn’t look like what you thought, but seriously.” You rest a hand on his arm. “It’s perfect.”

He meets your eyes, sees sincerity and not an ounce of teasing. No, it wasn’t what he wanted for you, but that doesn’t really matter. Perfection is subjective and to you it’s perfect—why did he ever think it wouldn’t be?

He grins. “Perfect?”

You step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a hug, ignoring the frosting that must be smearing across the band member’s faces.

“Perfect.”

a/n2: thank you for reading! as always, i appreciate any feedback :)

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zanarkandskylines · 3 months

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『 ♡ ✿ bkdk fluff for this snowy morning ✿ ♡ 』 ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist | izuku midoriya masterlist ♡

✩ izuku will randomly buy katsuki any and everything he thinks he’d like - something all might related, anything with a skull on it, his favorite snacks and drinks. kat keeps a designated box for everything because he just doesn’t have room for it all ✩ katsuki never lets izuku pay for any of their dates, he’d rather let izu enjoy himself than worry about the cost (and he loves to spoil him) ✩ izuku loves going to different cafes around the city to eat his favorite sweets with a matcha latte. katsuki hates sweets, but tags along for a black coffee and sandwich to keep him company. the only kind of cafes that kat adores (but won’t ever admit) is cat (hah) cafes ✩✩ izuku of course calls katsuki “kacchan” 90% of the time but will slip in a “babe” or “honey” while katsuki calls izuku a million different nicknames on the fly ✩✩ whenever they get in a fight, katsuki always buys izuku the biggest bouquet of flowers available as a quiet “i’m sorry.” izuku collects a few petals from each one and dries them out in a journal with dates and cute little notes about them ✩ izuku always carries a spare set of mittens in his pockets in the wintertime in case katsuki doesn’t have his own (he forgets them because he gets too angry about the cold/winter/snow) ✩✩ they like to play video games together, but only ones that katsuki’s good at because he’s a sore loser. he’s wins a majority of the time because izuku secretly lets him win to keep him happy

#bakugo katsuki #bakudeku #bkdk #izuku midoriya #bakudeku fluff #bkdk fluff #mha fluff #bnha fluff #my hero academia headcanons #bakudeku drabble #bakudeku headcanons #☆.rei writes

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minhyeong · 2 years

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NCT DREAM + SIMPLE ACTS OF LOVE !

[ mark ]

mindlessly drums his fingers on your thighs

is able to make you draw eight cards during UNO but doesn’t have the heart to do it, so he pretends he doesn’t have any card to put down and draws a card instead

wakes up early to make your favorite tea or coffee just the way you like it

traps you in his embrace on lazy mornings and refuses to let you get up

lets you pick the movie for movie nights

calls you first whenever he gets good news

listens to all your favorite songs because he wants to know everything about you

lovingly stares at you whenever you’re talking and becomes a blushing mess when you turn toward him

[ renjun ]

blow dries and brushes your hair so gently that you always feel sleepy

takes early morning walks with you to chase the sunrise

sits in comfortable silence with you and sometimes just bumps his feet against yours to get your attention

wants to accompany you to events whenever possible even if he’s not interested in them

makes a cake from scratch for your birthday and spends all night trying to perfect it

always reminds you to bring an umbrella and jacket when it’s going to rain

writes you love letters because text messages are not the same

personally grows flowers for you instead of getting you bouquets because bouquets don’t last long enough

[ jeno ]

insists on carrying all the groceries even if you offer to help and gives you his hand to hold instead

folds laundry with you

is determined to finish every last crumb of the food you make for him even if he’s already full

slows down while biking just so you can catch up

pulls you closer by the hips or the belt loops of your pants

steals one of your baby photos and keeps it in his wallet

lets you lean on him when you’re having a bad day and rubs your back until you feel at ease again

plants a quick kiss on the top of your head when you’re busy working at the desk

[ haechan ]

gives all the goodbye kisses and neither of you can quite let go even if someone will be late

cradles your face in his palms when you’re cold

gives you the last cookie in the package

takes silly selfies on your phone when you’re not looking and changes your wallpaper to a photo of him

washes the dishes so you can rest

randomly compliments you and professes his love throughout the day

never lets you go to sleep mad after an argument and will apologize first

lays his head on your lap when you’re watching a show and asks you about the plot

[ jaemin ]

tenderly puts bandaids on your injuries and then kisses it to make it better

buys matching plushies and gives you the other half

holds your wrist and traces all the lines and dips of your hand during conversations

gives you space and time alone whenever you need it but always makes sure you know he’s available

sends you good morning and night text messages

winks at you from across the room just because

tells you he can’t wait to grow old and wrinkly together

drowsily smiles as he maps out your features when you’re asleep next to him

[ chenle ]

lets you hog all the blankets at night and sleeps in fetal position with his head buried in the crook of your neck

slow dances with you in the kitchen that ends up in giggle fits

will spend his entire bank account on the claw machines just to win you something

tells his friends and family about you as if you hung all the stars in the sky

takes you on spontaneous trips in the middle of the night to get ice cream

knows your cafe order by heart

offers to fight anyone who messes with you

holds his jacket above your head when it’s raining and no one remembered to bring an umbrella

[ jisung ]

excitedly tells you about a dream he had of you last night

surprises you by tickling your waist from behind and it becomes a tickle fight

brushes his teeth with you and continuously bumps into you playfully

tightly holds your hand in crowds so he won’t lose you

asks if there’s anything you want whenever he’s going out to buy something

visits animal shelters with you and talks about adopting a pet together

finds time to spend even twenty minutes with you when he’s busy because he truly, truly misses you

randomly hooks your ankles together under the table

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct headcanons #mark scenarios #renjun scenarios #jeno scenarios #haechan scenarios #jaemin scenarios #chenle scenarios #jisung scenarios

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taking it slow | xu minghao

angst | 1.1k words | warnings: y/n gets a panic attack

an: and if i told you this was based off a dream i had a whole year ago?

These past few months had been an absolute mess for you. Missed deadlines, cracked phone, broken bag straps; you thought the world had already thrown its all at you. Clearly, you didn’t take into account your soulmate throwing himself at you too.

Ever since the day you bumped into Minghao at the train station– ever since the moment the offending red string materialised on your pinkies– it was like he was following you everywhere. The cafe? He was in line behind you. The grocery store? Minghao’s in the baking aisle, checking out a new brand of flour. In every encounter, he would try to approach you. The florist you work at? He was buying flowers for his mom (your heart melted a little at this- he was buying them just because). And in every encounter, you would try to run away.

Which was why you’re frustrated as to how he’s managed to corner you here: in an art gallery, in the middle of an exhibition. You were caged against the wall by Minghao as you were walking, hidden right behind a pair of potted plants.

(You find out later that he worked there. And that it was his exhibition that you were walking through. Of course, he works at the art gallery, you think.)

“Y/n, look at me.” Minghao’s hands grasped you by your shoulders. Head tilted, he tried to make eye contact, but your lowered head wasn’t doing much for him. He sighed. “Y/n, stop running away. You know you’ll have to face me sooner or later. Come on.”

You couldn’t. Looking at him meant you were accepting the fate that was destined for both of you. Soulmates?! The very thought of the universe forcing two strangers together for the rest of their lives made you feel queasy. Your commitment issues or lack thereof were quaking in their boots.

“Y/n,” his voice was softer this time. Gently, Minghao’s fingers cupped your chin in the warm embrace of his hand, his thumb caressing the soft curve beneath. With a tender touch, he lifted your chin, guiding your gaze upward. Your eyes met, yours already brimming with tears threatening to roll down anytime. It was a gesture so intimate and reassuring, as if he held not just your chin but also a delicate moment suspended in time.

He sighed as his thumb delicately swiped across your cheek. His touch, so warm and comforting that you had to fight the urge to lean into his palm. “Y/n,” he started once more.

“You’re important to me. I need you to know that.”

“You don’t even know me, Xu Minghao.”

“I know you like vanilla lattes. I know you prefer cats over dogs, and how you like lily of the valleys because they’re your birth flower.” The deadpan look on your face despite the dried streaks of tears elicited a small laugh from him. “I’ll take all the time in the world to get to know you. Please, Y/n. Can’t you see the red string on our hands?”

As if doused by cold water, you tore yourself away from his touch. Your eyes drifted down to where Minghao was referring to. Yes, that stupid red string was still connected to your hands. It had never disappeared, ever since you had first met Minghao all those months ago.

Of course, everyone has a soulmate; it wasn’t rare for people to meet their destined partner at all. However, that didn’t mean that all relationships the red string had helped to bind were happy ones. You’ve seen your fair share of people perpetually had their trust in their red strings of fate torn apart and broken. You didn’t want to put your all in a ‘destined’ relationship only for it to fall apart and ruin your life, just like all of theirs.

Anxiety gripped you like a relentless tide, each wave threatening to pull you under. Your breaths quickened, shallow and erratic, and your chest tightened with an overwhelming sense of dread. The world around you blurred as a suffocating sense of panic took hold.

“Hey, hey…” you didn’t notice when Minghao approached you again, but this time you let yourself melt in the comfort of his arms. His protective grip around you tightened as you felt yourself let go, slumping into his chest as sobs shook through your whole body. He continued holding you firmly, palms rubbing slow circles on your back as he whispered words of comfort in your ears.

Your fists clenched up against his chest, tears staining his carefully pressed shirt. Not that it mattered to him- comforting you was his top priority now. Minghao, ever loving, patted your hair, gentle whispers of “I’m right here,” and “it’s going to be okay,” every once in a while. It took you a while, but eventually, your sobs subsided into little hiccups and pants. Minghao looks down at you, using his sleeves to wipe away any more tears on your face. He couldn’t help himself; he chuckled a little upon seeing your pout. Even during a mental breakdown, you’re still the most precious thing in his eyes.

“S-sorry… I didn’t mean to…” Your hands betrayed your inner turmoil, fingers restlessly intertwining and then pulling away as if unable to find solace in each other's company. Minghao took it upon himself to separate them by intertwining his slender fingers with yours. “It’s okay. You’re fine. I’m right here.”

His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of your hand, a silent language of comfort and connection. Each gentle brush carried a whisper of comfort that was beyond words. The world outside vanished in that little instant, and the simple, tender gesture spoke volumes about the unspoken bond you clearly shared.

Minghao cleared his throat, catching your attention once again. “I’m aware… that you don’t like the whole idea of soulmates. I’m still interested in you, and I’d love to get to know you more. As friends! We don’t have to date if you don’t want to.

“I’m glad the red string brought you to me. I don’t think I’ll be able to live with myself if I let you go.” He chuckled, a pained expression despite the loving smile on his face. “What I’m trying to say is: I’ll take responsibility for everything. Please, Y/n. Trust me. Give me a chance. Don’t just push me away like this.”

Your silence was deafening to him. Still, Minghao waited patiently for you, rubbing slow circles on the back of your hands. You couldn’t phantom how someone could have so much love for a person they barely knew, yet Xu Minghao exceeded your expectations over and over again. You sighed, finally giving in to his puppy-dog eyes.

“Okay,” you breathed. “Friends first.”

He heaved a sigh of relief, heart already swelling with affection for you. He nodded.

“Friends first.”

#seventeen scenarios #the8 #xu minghao #minghao #seventeen #seventeen drabbles #svt #the8 angst #xu minghao angst #minghao angst #svt drabbles #minghao drabbles #the8 drabbles #˙✧˖° aiyu writes ༘ ⋆｡˚

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00airi · 11 months

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#cafe #latte #scone #wood #dried flower #natural #picture #kannon coffee

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dolliestfairy · 11 months

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𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ 𝅄࣪ ׅ ༊

Alejandro & Horangi react to Meeting a chubby!fem!reader who is a Butterfly Fairy 🦋

✧ Notes : This was also the continuation from the two other fairy fanfics with different character that you can find on my masterlist that i have been pinned. i really love Horangi but theres not a lot of them that i were found so i decided to take him in this part instead. i will for sure make one for Gaz & Rodolfo and maybe Valeria in the future. and yes the reader skin in here is not Announced so Enjoy my fairies <33 ༊

✧ Quick Explanation : both Alejandro and Horangi was just trying to take a break from the Military duty, some were given and some were trying to find the corner to have some break. only later they found the most beautiful young chubby maiden with butterfly wings that had them lovestruck.

✧ Warnings : Some broken Spanish and Korean.. (shout out to google translate tho 😓🙏🏻) & maybe some misspelled word.. and actually this is just almost pure pure fluff. at horangi's part Reader has an owner who is a Witch (hip owner)

Remember : This Fanfic is a Fantasy Sprinkle on a Military Genre ༊ 𝅄࣪ ׅ ✧ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ 🦋

Alejandro ༊

this man is a passionate one. at that time the Military give him a day off so he could lay down a little bit. he decided to enjoy the time in some Traditional Villa that is Surrounding by forest and one of the most beautiful landscape you've ever seen with flowers and other pretty butterflies. he was already in love with that place and he had a dream where he would do his honeymoon with his partner in that place. when he was enjoying the place, he decided to lay down in the middle of the landscape, enjoying the sound of the Mother Nature gaves him. and he enjoyed every last bit of it. until he heard something off, something strange. he heard some butterfly flutter that felt bigger than the usual one. he then get up and look around only to find a shyly face behind one of the trees, trying to look at him. Alejandro eyes is wider as he try to see who is it, and when he see your face and your wings he felt his heart fluttering. he felt like his soul and his heart were suffocating from the butterflies that gathering around it, and he felt his cheek getting hotter, he then clear his throat, and try to introduce himself. slowly but surely, while he was doing his introduction with you, you tried to come closer to him from the trees, he felt his heart more fluttering than he should too. after you get close enough he then investigate you, he look at your face, your body, your wings, and your beautiful eyes and hair, oh god he almost cant handle it. he ask you "What are you?" in which you replied "Fairy, or thats what folks told me what i am." you smiled at him brightly and he felt his heart was about to explode! he cant even get the chance to hide the red cheeks on him! and he ask you again "Do you have any Name?" "well i do have. folks named me Y/N" you replied. after that he went to full conversation with you, getting to know about each others live and stories. it went from afternoon to almost midnight. when he was already a sleep you told him to just go asleep to his room. that day was the last day off the Military gave him so he ask you if he can ever meet you again in which you replied "Why Not?" he then go to his villa and before he'd go, he waved his hand while saying "hasta luego hermosa hada." [ hasta luego hermosa hada : see you later beautiful fairy. ] and dissapear from your sight. he felt his whole body, soul, and heart was melting after meeting you and talk to you, oh he cant just wait until the vacation is coming and he can visit you again.

Horangi ༊

horangi at that time was just done training and decided to get some rest by taking a walk in some Village. he look at every house, every corner, hearing what people talk and stuff, he go to the bookstore to borrow some books to he read. after that he went to some cafe and drink some coffee, eating the fluffiest pancake and stuff until when he was about to go back he see some of the most beautiful green house he'd ever seen in his entire life, so he paid himself to visit and see whats inside, only to when he was on the inside he get surprised after seeing some Chubby!Maiden with fairy butterly wings and some weird ears. he cant lie but he find you kinda creepy in some whimsical and ethereal way but he also find you beautiful at the same time. your appereance making him stutter about what to say, until he said "못쓰게 만들다!.. S-sorry for disturbing.." [ 못쓰게 만들다 : fuck ] he went to the exit only until he stop because he just heard you shout "Ssstt if you walk around in this village with that expression, my owner will get caught and her business will be bankrupt!" he stop in his tracks and see you. "your owner business?" he ask, and you only nodd. "what about it?" he ask again. and which you replied "my owner is a witch, and she saved me from hunter and i love her with all of my life, and i dont want her to get caught because she had a fairy in her home!" and horangi, he doesnt know how to feel.. i mean he just met with the most strangest yet also the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen so clearly he dont know how to react and how to act. but he wouldnt mind tho. instead he ask you "are you a fairy?" "yes." you replied. he cant believe himself that he just met a real fucking life fairy when he was on a break! this feels like dream, and he start to find your appereance more attractive and more beautiful even. so he ask you "what your name?" and you replied "my owner named me Y/N so you can call me that :)" "Y/N? beautiful." he smiled at you in which you smiled at him. before he could get any longer conversation he gets a call from one of his comrades saying that he is getting late and the commander is annoyed with him. he almost shit in his pants while hearing that so he run literally the fastest shit you could ever imagine. and in result he already arrived at the Military Office with just 6 minutes while his commander gave him the most intense death stare you could ever imagine. his commander ask him about why is he getting so fucking late in which he replied "i got lovestruck by some beautiful creature." the commander is just shaking his head and told Horangi to be more focused. and he tried tho, but he just cant seem to forget you, he already clarified that you are the most beautiful chubby fairy maiden he'd ever seen. he wished that tomorrow he can still visit you and see you smile brightly at him and continuing the hanged conversation you had with him.

Special thanks to @gyarunie for correcting the horangi part, big thanks! ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ

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