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jendollzz · 8 months

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11:36pm

- njm

fluff, kissing, very cute, jealous jaemin

You’ve been dating jaemin since last may, its only been a year and 4 months. You never knew how much a life can change in one year and 4 months, you felt like you knew jaemin your whole life but at the same time it feels like 2 months ago you just met him. Due to both of your crazy, clashing schedules you’ve only seen jaemin a handful of times after his tour. Today though, jaemin invited you to sleepover to stay over for the weekend (as you often do when the both of you are mostly free during the weekends). You left work and came straight to his apartment, punching in his code in to his apartment you head to the kitchen putting down your bags on his countertop. His three kittens come running to you “hiii my cuties” you kneel down and pet them all. “wheres you dad hm?” Talking to lucy in your arms while heading to his room. Usually jaemin would be the first one you’d face when you come over but now he isn’t. “jaem?” you call out softly in case he’s asleep. Entering his room. You hear mumbling coming from the bathroom,

what the hell is going on??.

You head to the open bathroom door and you’re met with your boyfriend with a really thick white face mask on. “Oh my god! You scared the living shit outta me” placing your hand over your chest to calm yourself. The cat jumping out of your arms due to your (almost) heart attack. “i cant really talk baby im sorry” he barely lets out the words from the tight mask. By the time you take a quick shower, change into your his pjs, jaemin is already in bed almost half asleep. Its already a bit past midnight, the clock reading 12:12. You turn off your side lamp and land on his bare chest. “all the skincare you put on right now is on my chest” you both chuckle, he stares at your tired figure, his fingers lazily brushing against your hair. “what time do you have to leave tomorrow” you ask, moving your head to get a better look at him. “afternoon..” he says, as if he’s making sure not to break the calm ambiance surrounding you two. You give a small hum in return and mumble a something he can’t catch. “hm?” he tries to make out something but he can’t. “i love you” you confess. Jaemin continues to stare at you, its not like this is the first time you’ve said it nor has he. But he knows theres something under that ‘i love you’ just by your tone. “i love you too baby, you want something?” You move slightly to look at him but not saying anything, he encourages your hesitant figure by giving you a slight nod. “what if we moved in?” your heart beating so fast you can hear it as if you have noise-cancelling headphones playing some edm just by throwing that question at him. You’ve talked about moving in with each other multiple times, plus you’ve been dropping hints here and there ever since you’ve decided to move.

“we?” he asks

“I meant like me, since you know i want to move out anyway it’d be a nice chance and you dont need to change anything for me. I love your house, and its-“ your rambling is cut off by his laugh “why are you laughing” you start to let out small laughs along with him. He shakes his head and pulls you closer, kissing you. You pull back after a bit not wanting him to brush off the question. “So…?” Your eyes glistening, waiting for his answer. The longer you wait the more your hope drops. “Why would i ever say no to you?” He brings his hand to tuck away your hair falling on your face. “So… yes?” He nods. You loved that about jaemin, treating you with everything you deserve. You have the princess treatment, literally. You want this necklace?, he buys. You’re craving pancakes?, he makes. You need a new gym trainer?, he’s there. All you want, you get. You move closer to peck his face and lastly his lips. “You taste like chemicals” jaemin says in slight disgust at the unpleasant taste in his mouth. You let out a loud laugh at his face “so now i can never kiss my boyfriend?” You try to sound offended. “Of course you can, just not when he has 7 layers of skincare products on” he moves his hands slowly so you don’t notice and start attacking your stomach. You can barely cover yourself, jaemins hand holding together both of your wrists. “No- jaemin! Stop stop please please” he finally stops falling on his side, facing you once again. “What was that for??!”

“For not calling me yesterday” he says calmly

“I said sorry??” You defend

“Sorry isn’t going to call me”

“You’re sulking? Jaem i called you and you didn’t pick up i figured you went to sleep early”

“Well i didn’t”

“Fine.”

You both have your back turned away from each other. This was normal for you two, having a petty fight but make up 5 minutes later.

“Come closer its cold..” you mumble, all the energy completely drained from you.

He lets out sigh before turning around and meeting your face. “You’re taking out their litter tomorrow” he says moments before you sleep. “Oh my god..” you give in at the end.

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filmofhybe · 6 months

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The perfect blend - YJW

part 1 of “IN EVERY MULTIVERSE”

In which..

can you ever imagine in this multiverse, you having the biggest fattest crush on your best friend - Yang jungwon, however knowing he already has a “girlfriend” hurts more than just a sting from a bee.

💌 PAIRING : yjw x reader

GENRE : friends to lovers , fluff

WARNING : angst , fluff , kissing

🗯️ FEATURING : huh yunjin - LE SSERAFIM

word count : 2,501

MASTERLIST to “IN EVERY MULTIVERSE”.

“Are you serious? Do you believe you can travel to different multiverse?” Yunjin looks at me as if she just heard the most ridiculous thing that has ever come out of a human’s mouth.

“Well, you never know. There’s always a chance we actually can..” I replied as I shoved another spoonful of rice into my mouth.

“Oh my gosh y/n, I’ve known you for years and this is probably the most idiotic thing that has come out of your smart-ass mouth.” She threw her hands in the air before turning her vision back to the TV screen in front of us.

“What if I actually get there though?” Now the room has turned absolutely silent. Even the TV at the background has sound coming out of it. “Well then tell me everything when I get my normal y/n back.” Sighing, as I watch her placing our bowl into the sink.

“Right, we have school tomorrow, I'll make you breakfast. And you can do whatever. Sweet Dreams y/n. And I want the normal y/n back ASAP.” We chuckled, as I watched her till her silhouette disappears into the end of the dark hallway. Pushing myself off the floor as I turned the tv off and walking to my bedroom to start washing up.

After a warm bath, I sat in my bed as soft music plays, the light in the room is dim, creating a cozy atmosphere. Cuddling into the soft duvet, my mind was full of thoughts on what would actually happen if I traveled to all my multiverse. Would something bad happen? How would I get back? Would I get stuck in one of them and never return? Pushing all those negative thoughts away as weight falls upon my eyes, closing them as sleep finally takes over me. Sending me to dream land…

“y/nnie~~ wake up!!” I jumped at the sudden stranger voice. Dizziness taking over me as I scratch my eyes, trying to adjust the brightness, I looked around realizing I’m in a classroom, wait wasn’t I-

“Are you ok? You’ve been sleeping for ages..” I look up, seeing a boy with define features, cat looking eyes with sweet soft pink lips, wait isn’t that jungwon? THE JUNGWON IM LITERALLY BEST FRIENDS WITH?

“Oh uh yeah I’m alright thank you..” I replied to him, not knowing how and why I’m suddenly in a classroom. “Y/n you seem confused? Come on let’s go get some food to get your energy up!” Man if only if he weren’t so damn cheerful.. Before I could react, jungwon takes my hand as he drags me through the hallway of the unfamiliar surrounding around me. We stop as we arrive at the cafeteria before getting our food.

“y/n I think we should totally hang out this week!” He said, as a big smile spread across his face. My brain still processing on how this is actually happening. How Im I going to hanging out with Jungwon, and why does this feel so real. “oh yeah of course we can!” I cheerfully said, cringing at how I replied to him.

“That’s great! I’ll pick you up from yours around 11 on Saturday!” Turning around as he throws away his rubbish. Grabbing my arm once again as I allowed him to drag me anywhere. His hands was soft like a baby’s cheek, his cheeks as pink as a baby girl’s pajamas. He is a real life softie. Running around the school before arriving to his destined spot. “Have you ever been here before?” Examining around, Sakura tress around us, pedals falling from the spring breeze, realizing it was the back of the school that no one goes to. I shook my head as I saw him take a camera out of his bag.

“Y/n look over here! You look extremely pretty right now, say cheese!!” Turning the camera towards me as I awkwardly poses in front of him. Click before he takes the film out, waiting for it to appear. “Film camera is our thing now okay?” Watching him lay below the tree as the sun shines on his face , making his defined features more visible.

Copying his move as I lay next to him as I treasure this sweet moment with the guy I have never thought would appear in my multiverse. Smiling as I turn to him grabbing his attention. “So 11am Saturday right…?” “Yeah don’t be late ok?” “I won’t-“ “pinky promise me! I’ll be waiting for you okay?” He extended his hand as we pinky promised each other.

Before we can kiss our pinky and seal the promise, I was waken by my alarm. Fuck.. did you really had to ruin my god damn dream.. I sat up realizing that wouldn’t be a dream right? It felt so real, I could move everything and control what I’m doing. What is this? Did I just traveled to another universe. Or I’m just tricking myself.

Throwing my shoes on before locking the apartment doors. Walking towards my 11am class which was absolutely a joke, I rather stay in my cozy bed, dreaming or even traveling back to last night’s dream. I was so deep in my thoughts I didn’t even realize I bumped into someone, dropping all my notes on the floor. Wow could my day be any better.. I quickly started picking up the stuff without trying ti embarrass myself more, too annoyed to even realize someone was helping me as well. Accidentally bumping into each others head as we stand up.

I heard him let out a little groan as I rub my head, looking up realizing it was Jungwon. “Hey y/n! I didn’t mean to bump into you here’s your notes.” Handing me it as I’m still processing what’s going on last night. His hands accidentally touched mines, the same exact soft delicate hands that held my wrist.. His features exactly identical from the dream, hair styled the same, confusing me even more. So your telling me your the same person as the guy that was in my dream..or multiverse or whatever I was in last night. Can’t be bother to deal with more crazy hallucinations. I thanked him as I take my notes back and walked towards my class, leaving a confused jungwon, wondering what he did. I hear him calling out for me but soon stops as he seems like he had given up to continue. Heart heavy, knowing the fact he doesn’t even know he was calling me pretty in my other universe, hanging out with each other when we rarely do it now.

“What do you mean Yang jungwon was in your dream, but in that dream you can move like physically.” Yunjin’s face displays a confused look. Not believing a single word that just came out of my mouth.

“Yunjin, I can literally feel his hand in my, quote on quote, so-called dream. The exact ones that touched mines today.” The more I talk about it the more, I just want to absolutely bury myself 6ft under. I just don’t believe that “dream” wasn’t real. It definitely have to do with something in my next life or whatever.

“We really need to get you some help because your telling me this is your dream, but you can feel all these little things isn’t making sense.” By now Yunjin particularly tired of my ranting, but I know she’s silently enjoying all of this. Watching her continue to type on her computer as i return my focus towards the opened Chemistry book in front of me.

Silently getting along with our work, the only slightest sound heard was Yunjin’s typing. Nothing could be more peaceful than this. I stopped reading the paragraph I’m currently on as i heard a familiar voice coming beside me.

“I got the coffee for you and y/n, you both better pay me back.”

“Fine! Your acting like we are using you or something..”

“Because maybe you are..” It was Jungwon’s voice.

“I’ll pay you back on Saturday-”

“Wait Saturday? How do you know I was about to ask you to hang out on Saturday-”

“it’s nothing I don’t know why I said that.” I awkwardly chuckled as i return my vision towards my notes.

“Your just as weird as the first time i met you, right 11am Saturday I’ll pick you up.” He said before throwing his bag behind his back, walking out of the common room.

“What the actual shit was that. How the hell is everything in your dream just implied to what happened…” Shock laid across both me and Yunjin’s face as we realize, my so called dream isn’t really just a dream. Is something more than just a dream. Maybe even related to the MULTIVERSE .

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; AUTHORS NOTE : Hope you guys enjoy the first chapter / prologue! Please reblog or comment to boost my story! Same time next week see you than!! Have a nice week :)

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Hey so if you can could you by chance do tadc x very clumsy reader who whenever something happens they try to save themself by flirting (but it's like very bad)? I'm picturing a scenario where the reader is trying to walk on like a tightrope and falls landing face first in front of their s/o looks up and just says "I must be an angel because I just fell for you". Thank you in advance if you do take this request, and have an amazing day/night!

TADC cast x clumsy but flirty!reader !

my dear sillies youre going to have to come up with the flirts/pickup lines on your own because admin has zero rizz soooooo TToTT i didnt make meringue cookies today, so sad... but i think i might make them tomorrow! im a little torn on flavors, though... i got vanilla, almond, peppermint, strawberry, orange, and raspberry extract... i think i might do plain vanilla, though! shrugs

CAINE:

honestly i think he might just forget that you completely embarrassed yourself and return the same energy by flirting back with you know? but thats just caine being caine, probably picks you up via literally grabbing you by the back of your shirt and dragging you back to your feet. i think if you guys are close, be it dating or just friends, he might tease you about the line... its going to be a while before you hear the end of it... does make sure youre not hurt, though.. cant have an unhappy circus member under his watch

POMNI:

out of confusion gives a sheepish and awkward "thaaaaaaanks..." before realizing that you just fell from the top of the tent and splatted onto the ground. sure youre going to be fine, given that this is in the digital world. but pomnis shock fades and is replaced by worry and concern as she runs over to make sure youre alright... actually i dont even think she would register that you flirted with her, much less that you did it to play off your shame... at least not until later, probably hours after the event as she replays the moment in her head before going to bed... honestly the line was probably so bad it made her inwardly cringe, just a tiny bit

RAGATHA:

tries not to be phased by the line but honestly i can see ragatha being into cheesy and cliche shitty pickup lines, but after a moments pause shes fretting over you and trying to peel you off of the circus floor... lightly scolds you for even attempting something so dangerous. i mean sure, you wont die since this is the digital world and you wont have any long lasting damage and unlike pomni, ragatha is very aware and very used to this fact. but theres still that instinct, you know? probably gets onto you for trying to play it off, i mean youre in pain and your first instinct is to come onto her? probably tries to deter you from doing things that can get you hurt in the future....

JAX:

probably retaliates with a.... whats the opposite of a flrty pick up line? like he deflects it and crushes it in a teasing way... regardless of if he knows youre doing it to save your pride. no one flusters this man, no-sir-ee-bob! similar to caine hes not going to let you hear the end of it, but he also brings up the incident of you being clumsy to further push the point... a little bit of a dick about it but he thinks its funny, probably also laughs just a little. i mean he said he likes seeing funny things happening to people, and as long as no one is actually being REALLY hurt/permanently hurt/dying then everything is free game in his eyes

KINGER:

so you know how in pomnis part, she doesnt even register that youre trying to playfully flirt with her but she realizes it hours later? honestly i dont think kinger would recognize that it was a pickup line, ever. hes way too busy panicking and freaking out and trying to pull you up off of the ground. probably gently shaking and rocking you about as hes checking your body over for any injuries, forgetting that you cant really get those in the digital world in the heat of his panic... seriously, one of these days youre going to give this poor man a heart attack, please take it easy for his sake....

ZOOBLE:

rolls their eyes and scoffs, before grabbing your arm and pulling you up. theyre open about saying that your pick up lines are dumb and cheesy, but they dont exactly make fun of you for using them to protect your pride. do they think its pathetic? only a little bit, just own up to the shame man, thats what they think you should do... but its your choice... no they just think the lines themselves are... euuguhgh... you know? honestly if they knew any better lines theyd probably offer to teach you some, but alas, they dont. they dont really strike me as the type to be a flirty person... probably gives you /that/ look when you so much as imply youre going to do something that has a high change of ending in disaster

GANGLE:

not phased by the pickup line, shes just standing there in shock. you know how gangle looked when zooble got disassembled in the pilot? she looks at you with a similar look, if not the exact same one. if her comedy mask if broken, perhaps she even lets out a short and soft whine in place of crying... if she doesnt burst out into panic tears, at least. makes no comment about your flirting for the most part, but i think she would meekly try to push you away from doing anything dangerous... ponders

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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yourtouchismidas · 11 months

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im begging for literally anything written about george. i love that man so much

ok so i've just been in a hot country with my bf so lets imagine this.

george is off from tour so you both get cheap plane tickets and fly out to an island, george wearing big sunglasses and a hat, just in case, but rarely recognised in the same way his lead singer is.

he sleeps on the plane while you read, holding your hand and absentmindedly mumbling your name in his sleep and every time he does you look over to him, expecting him to be calling for you, and instead your face breaks out into a smile and you think about how lucky you are, chuckle and go back to your book.

you land and the hot air hits you, and george's hands are already on your waist as you climb the stairs out of the airplane, needy for you and needing release, again, from missing you so much on tour. (he woke you up twice last night despite the day of travel ahead, to fuck you slowly and moan into your shoulder, before rolling away for a second and breathing out "fuck i missed your body so much. i missed what it does to me.")

so you rush through security and into a taxi to the villa he has booked out for you, him scrambling with the keys and dragging you through it while you're trying to look at the decor, searching for the bedroom, and when he cant find it in the maze of white tile stairs and brown locked door closets, he pushes you against one of the walls and fucks you there instead until you can only see stars and feel heat.

you're there for a week and you barely leave the villa, george picking somewhere completely in the middle of the countryside so he can have you to himself away from sight seeing and culture, just you and him and a blue pool and the sun and your skin, which he rubs suncream into everyday and then you lie out, both holding books, but never actually getting to them, just talking, talking and talking and talking, about everything that happened on tour and back home, everything that has happened to each of you ever, the same way you talked over coffee this morning, and talked yourself to sleep on the aircon cooled pillows the night before.

during siesta sex you suck his dick and watch him grab the clean white sheets of the bed in his fists, hard, to stop himself from going over the edge too quickly, trying to savour it, to savour you, but he can never do it, and afterwards he puts his hand under yours and lifts your face to his and says, "its because you're my weakness," and you go weak at the knees.

you giggle all the way down to the tiny village at the bottom of the hill, you in a dress and kissed brown from the sun and him in a soft tshirt sporting a pink nose. the waiter calls you beautiful and tells george to look after you. "you should marry her," he says, "before someone else does." he laughs at george's bleached hair, rubbing his own dark head and asking if he should do the same. you both laugh with him, and with each other, until your sides hurt.

you walk back up to the villa, hand in hand, stretching apart and then coming back together but never letting go. all the pent up tingling energy, the burning desire, the desperation, has gone now you've fucked each other over and over and over, and you wonder when it will come back, because you know it will, maybe in a few minutes, maybe an hour, maybe tomorrow but for now you are content to just pull up a deck chair, climb into his arms and both fall asleep as the sun sets, ignoring your flight home in a few days, ignoring george's return to tour, ignoring your return to the dull british weather. ignoring everything, even the sunset now as it draws to a close and your eyes fall shut, except the warmth of each others bodies. ignoring everything but each other.

#george daniel x og #george daniel x reader #george daniel x you #george daniel x y/n #george daniel fic #george daniel fanfiction #george daniel smut #george daniel fluff #the 1975 fanfiction #the 1975 fanfic

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reverais · 2 years

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listen i didn’t know that tumblr had a tag limit and the whole bunch of my stream-of-consciousness-public-journal-entry is missing so im rewriting everything bc, of all the times, this is not one i want to forget

listen my queue is about to end and im about to drop some very emotionally-driven language formulations. the hell is language formulation even. i just dont know how to put any of this into words

tbh i feel like i havent really come to terms with everything

your girl just went through an unfortunately loss and went back to home for it. and philippines has some funeral customs i still cant wrap my mind around. tbh i feel like i haven’t mourned at all here. most grief ive experienced was from the three days it took to plan getting here

and im already anticipating the most grueling “return to normal” when i get back to canada

like i go back to work literally the day after i land (thank god its wfh tho). but i want to wail. i want to be unable to breathe bc i cried it all out. not just the loss. but the missing of home, the missing of family. again.

god i hate it. i always know its going to be like this whenever i leave home. but it just never seems to get easier. like i cried into my eye mask two days ago. we shouldve gotten drunk. thats why i didn’t cry yesterday. i was kinda elated even. i was like i should go home tomorrow (today) bc the night ended so well. not that tonight didn’t end well. but theres just a certain feeling looming. and i just want to cry it all out already. like rip the bandaid. but not here. not in front of everyone. especially not in front of ma. who also seems to be trying to choke things down.

no time ever feels enough but there’s always that thought of i need to make money, things are waiting for me. and tbh my lifestyle and comfort just isn’t for here no more. but anywhere the family is, i’ll go. no matter the mosquito and ant bites.

not to make this anymore complicated but church, man. i already know there’s something waiting for me there. and i don’t want to hear a second of it. i dont even think i can bring myself to be around people i can genuinely be myself with much less the ones who just orders and tells me what to do. that one is hard to explain as is. but ig thats just another bandaid to rip off when i finally have the guts to

“funny” things is that im this close to cursing god. after how i took in technoblades passing, he really thought to send another one my way. thats just cruel now

theyre all talking about me coming back next year december. and december is the known preferred time now bc not only is there more to do but the weather is nicer. more expensive but a more worthwhile trip. plus i have a list of what to bring back now. chocolates obv, the halloween sales ones esp. water bottles seem to be a current trend but still useful even out of trend anyway. ill try to find books for a particular cousin. and maybe speakers bc they love the bluetooth one. oreas and pringles and candies overall which are honestly cheaper here but whatever they want. the kids love toys still - i haven’t seen that kind of exciting in forever and i want to see it again. these kids got me running around and sweating. dont got their stamina and endurance for heat and itchy grass

all in all i think money goes the furthest here (as is anywhere). ill just buy experiences. ig thats movitation to stay in the deadend job for now. and to commit to pursuing something hopefully better for my future.

its late tho, i need to wake up early. good night.

#me talking in my tags again #through death

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melting-tofu · 3 years

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Um hello there! this is my first time asking for a request so im sorry in advance if I did anything wrong :') may I as for a head cannon whereby kaeya /xiao /diluc /zhongli / childe (just one of them is fine too) 's s/o has a difficult pregnancy and baby arrival? ** is up to you whether it ends fluffy or angst - I'm sorry if it sounds abit weird and isok's if you don't do it :'/ Hope you have a nice day though and can't wait to read more =w=

Oh I- I panicked a lot while writing this- Sorry for making you wait for so long! And for not including Zhongli :(, I don't really get how I should properly put this together tbh I have never written something like this before, so this is not very close to the request, and I can't go into details the baby arrival part ;_;

Note: Female reader.... that's it, unless pregnancy topic could be triggering.

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Childe:

。He's so excited he can't even decide the one who will be more childish is him or his child.

。Claims that he knows so so so well about taking care of children because he has lots of siblings.

。Will not dispute further if you say a child is different from a sibling.

。Oh he's a harbinger, he has so much work to do :( He puts high hope on his family that they can be there for you and often send letters home.

。If the letters return to him saying you're not well he goes total panicked he doesn't know how to put it to words into the new one he's writing, even when he can, he wonders how long will it take to reach you...

。When he's home, he can spend hours for you and the unborn baby.

。Words can't describe how affectionate he is ;_;

"Oh, oh! Did you feel that? Like something just brushed up my hand? Or someone... is it the little one?"

。Really cries when he arrives just in time to see his child, he's just so happy and sometimes wishes he is not a part of the fatui to have as much time with his new family as he can.

Diluc:

。This man, his usual annoyed face that you sometimes dislike suddenly doesn't exist anymore.

。Like, he always puts on a soft look now.

。It's clear to tell when he's worried, when he panics, all for you <3

。Very protective, all you need to do is rest, he will do the other things and keep his eyes on you, and when he's not present then his maids will.

。Why does he seem so professional when he handles things smh as if he had a wife before, actually it's just because he reads lots of books-

。Seriously just when he gently holds, caresses and kisses are enough to soothe your pain away..

。One of your daily activities will be him humming a soft tune while hugging you from the back, his hands wander around your belly.

"Don't give me that look. Oh? You have never heard me singing before? Then all you need to do is ask... Hmmm now I'm doing this because I think.. the baby will love it."

。When he gets to see his child for the first time, he tries not to break into tears you can tell how happy he is.

Kaeya:

。The chad husbando and father.

。You have no idea how long he had been preparing for this- he already came up with some names for your child... what.

。He isn't strictly protective tho, he allows you to have some 'freedom' but don't let him spot you doing something that involves moving too much.

。He may be more busy than Diluc and he doesn't have maids :( so he possibly asks for countless days off to take care of you, and oh the Acting Grand Master takes pity on him-

。Don't worry of being lonely during your difficult time, he will even give too much affections than needed.

。At night he likes to hold you in bed while musing or childishly ranting about Diluc to the baby who isn't even born yet.

"When you grow up, if you want to become a knight then it's best that you don't become a Cavalry Captain like me... because there aren't any horses in Mondstadt, and you won't be able to spend much time with your mother due to how much work you will have... even without horses."

。For the first time in your entire life you see his soft as ever gaze when his eyes first land on his child, he abandons all the names he ever thought of before (unless you like them) and quickly thinks of a new one.

Xiao:

。Are you being serious to the Vigilant Yaksha that you're pregnant with him??

。So you know Xiao's true form? Yea, your child is really going to be half illuminated beast half human.

。Please- he is so scared of his karma and what it can do to you and the baby :'(

。He doesn't want to keep a distance either... he doesn't want to be unaffectionate and if he's not there to protect you all then who is?

。Overprotective is the right word to describe how he can be, he has to/he must make sure you're safe, tho he isn't sure what to do at first, but he is determined to learn: make sure you have well eaten, you have enough rest, ect. omg why are mortals so complicated.

。As long as you're in his eye sight then all you have to do is nothing, just tell him and he literally does everything, and no he is not letting you do it.

。His favorite things to do include him holding you in bed, it's either you nuzzle up his chest or he does it with your body, he just wants to be this close.

"Once you wake up tomorrow you can look at me as much as you want, now stop staring and close your eyes, sleep, if you don't then the baby is not going to rest either..."

。Xiao is rendered a sobbing mess when the child arrives, he just really loves this family and promises to protect and to keep you all happy.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #xiao x reader #tofu.writes

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capricorn-stark · 3 years

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Headphones

pairing: dick grayson x reader, established relationship, fluff

warning: mild language, yet another late night idea that came to me from absolutely nowhere

a/n: IM ALIVE!!!!

The music in your headphones were blasting at levels that you knew would make you deaf a little too early in life, but personally, you were enjoying yourself a little too much to really care.

After all, didn’t everyone tell you to live life in the moment? Sure, usually they weren’t implying that you needed to destroy your health and hearing in order to accomplish that, but anyways - you were enjoying your little session of listening to music and casually tapping through your phone.

Or you were, until someone had the audacity to take your headphones right off of your head.

Your reaction of hey! was met with an obnoxious laugh from Dick as he slid them over his own ears, much to your chagrin.

“This is what you were listening to?” he asked, avoiding your attempts at smacking him to get the headphones back with perfect ease. “This is why you were ignoring me while I was tryna talk to you for the past five minutes-”

“You weren’t even here!” You protested loudly as you were forced to actually set your phone down and think about moving from the couch to get them. You could never get a break these days. “I literally didn’t even see you!”

“I was right over there across from the armchair!” he insisted in return, and you finally let out a very deep sigh as you pushed yourself out of your seat. You would return, after you took your rightful property back from your jerk of a boyfriend you totally hadn’t ignored. On purpose. “I was trying to talk to you about going out, ‘cus I got a day off tomorrow-” Dick laughed and dodged another one of your attempts to steal them back. “-and I thought you’d be into the idea, but I guess not-”

“I am into the idea!” Attempting to yank his arm down with just your incredible brute strength and sheer power clearly wasn’t working. The guy’s biceps were made of steel or something. Little perks of being an acrobat. “Just not while you steal my stuff-”

“What’s mine is yours and what’s yours in mine, babe,” he told you with infuriating serenity as he evaded yet another one of your brilliant tactics to grab them back. “And sharing is caring - you have some interesting songs in this playlist.”

“We can’t all listen to 80′s boybands, can we-”

“That’s what Babs thinks I listen to!” he protested with a groan, grin breaking for just a second as he pressed a hand to his head. Alas, he didn’t break long enough for you to get them, blocking your hands just before you could touch the headphones. Victory had been so close, yet so far away. “Ha, nice try - and for the record, I don’t know why she thinks 80′s boybands are the music to my soul-”

“I heard you listening to New Kids on the Block last week!”

“It was a moment of weakness!” he repeated insistently for the five-hundredth time since the incident had taken place, groaning yet again while his face flushed pink. “You weren’t supposed to see that!”

“Dick, I’ve seen your 80′s boyband playlist on Spotify, you don’t have to keep denying it,” you deadpanned, actually pausing from your endeavor for a second to give him a disbelieving look.

“What?” Clearly, this was news to him, because he paused from trying to dart away from you as well. “When?”

“You made it a public playlist.”

“What?” The shock in his voice and the way his eyes widened actually made you almost laugh. “No way - there’s no way I - dammit!”

You had managed to back him all the way up to the side of the sofa, surprising him with a push that landed him smack on his back across it, allowing you to let out a triumphant laugh of victory before climbed over him and took back what was rightfully yours. The headphones were still blaring when you moved to set them over your ears, scrambling back up before he could get you back for it.

“So long, Gray - hey!” He yanked you right back on top of him before you could make your grand exit, laughing his ass off while you attempted to scowl and push your hair out of your face. “Seriously? You couldn’t just let me have this one?”

“Nope,” he answered with a cheeky grin, hands still resting against your hips as he tugged you forward into a kiss. You couldn’t try to stay mad at him after that, and you knew he knew that as well as you did. “But maybe next time, babe. Y’know, you really almost had me there for a sec.”

“I did have you,” you corrected with a grin yourself as you turned off your music, letting the headphones fall around your neck. “I totally had you, you just got lucky right now.”

“Oh yeah? Is that what you really think?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re right, you did have me,” he admitted, causing you to laugh again. “Hey, I can admit defeat! I’m a great sport like that.”

“Sure you are.”

“I am!” He rested one arm behind his head, making himself a little more comfortable as he looked up at you again. “And how about that date night tomorrow? If you’re still listening to me, that is-”

“I am listening,” you insisted with a groan, eliciting a grin from him. “And sure. I guess I could hang out with you since I don’t have anything else to do-”

“Else to do - like what? Ignoring your other boyfriends?”

“Exactly.” He was laughing again when he pulled you in for another kiss.

“Got it, thanks for making room for me in your oh-so busy schedule. Tomorrow it is.” You hummed in response, brushing his hair out of his face as you looked back at him with a slight smile.

“It’s a date.”

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dreamii-yume · 3 years

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ANOTHER ASK BECAUSE IM HORNY ASF-- IT'S STILL THE ANON WHO SIMPS FOR DEUCE BTW!!! I LOVE U YUME!! ❤️💕

Okay, so... Closet Pervert!Deuce 👀 just basically stealing anything from darling from her newly bought handkerchief, straws from drinks she sucked from, hell maybe even sneaking into her room and stealing her underwear hngg.... AAAAAA i just love the idea of him finally having the privilege of fucking darling when she finally consents(or not, i love ur non con works ughhh 😩) when it's finally his birthday, for him to fill her up a bunch of million times and going feral when he thinks about his precious best friend getting knocked up with his babies-- GAHDHFKFHAKDHAKA BARK BARK BARK--

Baby, I smell your hornii from way over here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I, too, LIVE for yandere closet perverts ♥︎

Warning : Dub-Con | Yandere | Kleptomania (?)

LOL Deuce probably doesn’t even realize this creepy-ass behavior most of the time, since I can see it starting off really innocent and sweet. Like— He loses his temper one day and got into a fight with another random mob. He won, he always do but in this particular fight, he didn’t come out unscathed and blood was shed. Maybe his nose bled or there was a cut on his lip, but it caught your attention nonetheless and offered your own handkerchief to help wipe up the blood and cover the wound until you both reach the infirmary.

The handkerchief was so potent of your scent and realized how fond he is of this smell, somehow making him feel so nostalgic and soothes him up. You basically gave him the first item in his collection, despite Deuce saying how he’ll wash and return it afterwards. Surprise, surprise,he never did return it not that you minded anyway nor ever washing the piece of cloth because he didn’t want your scent getting washed away in the process. Now, it sits at the top of his collection, still stained with his own dried blood from that day...Deuce lowkey considers it his favorite lol

AND THUS, stealing shit you probably won’t notice gone became habit little by little, even becoming a daily basis. The eraser you dropped? Nope, gone. You tried looking for it in the place it landed but for some reason, it’s not there, like it was just been swallowed by the ground...weird. Oh, and that pen you were chewing on as a way to quench your boredom during history class? You looked away one moment to watch the birds outside the window and looking back— Yup, it’s gone. Sometimes, Deuce would even offer to throw your trash for you, specifically when you just finished drinking a special limited-edition milkshake, only for him to...casually slip the straw out of the cup and pocket it in to add to his growing collection. He’s a soft boi to blush at the thought of indirect kissing if he sucks on it right after.

But the real problematic issue comes in when he starts to come into your room at every opportunity he gets. Whether it’s because you invited him in, or he sneaked his way in, it doesn’t matter if he can find a way and he always will. He begins to steal stuff that was now making you suspicious, like— you’re pretty sure you dumped your underwear in the laundry basket just a few minutes ago...huh, where did it go? Socks?You’re missing a pair. Bra? It’s not difficult to count in one hand how many you have, and you SWEAR there’s one missing in your closet. Shirt, a full-set of your daily outfit?? Okay, this is getting weird, it’s clear to you now that someone is stealing from you after denying it for so long, and that’s not good, not to mention creepy.

But you don’t know that it’s him and you don’t have to know! You’re more wary of your surroundings but that’s alright...Deuce thinks as he listens to you complain about this stalker you claim to have, a smile slowly forming on his lips and sweat dripping down his forehead...You look really cute being all pouty about your lost items here, it’s difficult to resist the urge to just...steal you away for a change.

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED WHEN YOU FINALLY GIVE THIS “CONSENT”YOU SPEAK OF. Okay, maybe you developed feelings for him at some point, cool, that’s understandble— I mean, he’s a great listener, a sweetheart who’s willing to protect and provide for you, a true gentleman who wouldn’t hurt you ever. How could you not fall for this wonderful boi? So, as a birthday gift, you finally answered his call and tried quench his hornii, the thirst and give yourself to him...Well, yeah~ Maybe it’s great at first, since he’s really cute being inexperienced and wanting to learn more about pleasuring you sexually and all but...His actions surprisingly doesn’t seem to be that of an inexperienced individual at all, if you do say so yourself.

Once you give him that green light, there was no turning back as he, quite literally would pounce on you before you could even say anything else. His actions seem so practiced, like he was just waiting for this day to come, fantasizing every outcome and how to deal with it, what methods he should use. Deuce is that type of person to get lost in the moment after all, because goddamn you feel so good wrapped around his cock like this. He had been stealing from you for months without you ever considering him as a possible suspect, like a deranged kleptomaniac he is, but he could not describe the ecstasy he feels when the realization hits him of actually being able to steal your virginity away with mere words.

So, if you give consent, you can’t expect him to stop or to slow down at any moment, because— Um, you just can’t, Darling. Isn’t this supposed to be his birthday gift? Even you can’t shake him out of the goal of fucking you stupid, finding your special spots and thoroughly abusing those spots until it all goes sore that it would be difficult for you to even stand tomorrow morning. He wouldn’t be able to shut himself up too during an intense session most likely. Aggressively muttering about creating a family with you, and wanting you knocked up with his child, possibly suggesting more ones that sounded more like a threat rather than just dirty talking that you just clench against him out of instinctive fear. Unfortunately for you, it only motivates him further.

So, anyway— yeah...This happens.

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere #deuce spade #yandere deuce spade #Birthday Crumbs (Deuce)

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capriciouschocoberry · 4 years

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He... had been listening to me cry for at least twenty minutes over the phone just now

#im feeling real sad today. really emotional. maybe im lacking sleep #i really dont understand... what he sees in me sometimes #and how someone as good as him would like someone like me???#and i feel so awful and mean towards him. i feel like he deserves better #on sad days or days im overwhelmed by how much i feel for him #id think that he could do better and find someone better #why do i always do this to myself #it’s like i feel like i m undeserving of something good??? when it actually lands in my lap #thinking about this makes me cry so much and i just. i just want to talk to him even more and i wish i was with him but we are #half the world apart rn and he’s at reservist and my friends are leaving tomorrow for their thanksgiving break holidays and so is my roommat #e. and my dad just got his appendix removed after being admitted to the A&E and it was kinda a miserable day from noon onwards aft the rain #i suddenly feel so... alone. and kinda empty. maybe im really lacking sleep. maybe ive had too much coffee for today. a cup at lunch and a #caramel brulee latte? thats a lot of caffeine for the afternoon girl!!!! and perhaps that’s throwing my emotions out of whack too #i havent been writing in my diary either. the last i wrote was a month ago when i cried six times in a day from homesickness #i still miss home from time to time but it doesnt make me cry now. and i miss him so much too. we’d be meeting for dinner the day i return #and im so excited to see him!! it’s so near yet so far.. sigh. i really really wish im not so emotional #he took a two hour break in the middle of his reservist work for me to what.. cry and sob and rant and that’s what i do all the time #i cant imagine how he puts up with me. why is he so kind why is he LIKE THAT. it actually literally pains my heart when hes so nice to me #its like a stabbing pain. and i feel guilty. i feel so guilty for unloading all my troubles on him #DUDE I AM AT IT AGAIN. CRYING!!!!! LIKE A CRY BABY!!!!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#monologue in the tags

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ceradenja · 2 years

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PSPSPSPS TELL ME ABT MAGOLOR I wanna hear abt catboy

@seitsenpistepirjo tagging you too cus you also sent an ask abt Mags and I very much am smiling abt how you worded your ask, anyway this might be weirdly formatted cus im on mobile but I NEED to answer right now and not tomorrow.

First impression : Oh that's a fun looking character alright, oh thats cool you get to speak to him when you want. Oh you motherF-

Impression now: MY BOY MY BABY, I am literally that meme of the people pointing excited when he makes as much as a cameo in any media. Also his VOICE he sounds like a squeaky toy and I love that for him. I don't really know if any of this constitutes as an impression. There's an interesting depth to his character that would be fun to get to explore.

Favorite moment: Ok so this is very specific but hear me out. When he does that little ear wiggle in Drum Dash. This one:

Ideas for a story: So this is kind of backhanded bcs I would be mad if they established a canon that deviates from My Timeline but I would like to hear about what he did right after Return to Dream Land. What was the initial aftermath like, did Lor ever speak to him. Did he go back to Halcandra, did he apologise to Landia? I may be working on a fic revolving around this.

Unpopular opinion: I don't think he's moneyhungry. Sure, he is the shopkeeper in Kirby Clash, but I Never really saw him being greedy about it? Idk I'd think someone who literally builds theme parks as Gifts isn't in it for the money, yknow.

Favorite relationship: He and Taranza are married, need I say more. But to be fair, I think there's potential to an interesting dynamic between him and Landia. I want to know if Landia ever forgave him for what he did, does Mags look up to her?

Favourite headcanon: Oh but theres so manyyyy. Each and every type of cat behavior and characteristics I am able to shove onto him. Honorary shoutout to him having scars from the incident with Master Crown bcs scars are cool.

#Mago #Ask #Ask game #Thank u for asking i am happy i get to ramv #Ramble about my boyy

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peaches-writes · 3 years

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bibingka

skz of christmas day 6: rice cakes with changbin

member: changbin wc: 1.9k genre: fluff, comedy, slight idiots to lovers au, neighbour au, this is actually a binsung fic jk warning: explicit language note: obligatory ben&ben christmas post duh + connects to the jisung entry + issa bit rushed just bc ive been busy da whole week im so sorry hnnnnnnng

day 3

Even with Changbin’s deadliest glare almost burning holes on his face and a stomach cramp threatening to explode on his lower half, Jisung wouldn’t stop laughing. In fact, other passersby are starting to momentarily look their way because of his cackles echoing as loud as the church bells tolling for the next mass.

“I fucking hate you.” The boy being ridiculed rolls his eyes and punches the younger boy on the arm. “Shut up.”

“I just—“ Jisung seemingly wipes away a tear in between his non-stop giggles, clutching his stomach again after as he slows his breathing down. “You’re such a—you’re such a wimp and it’s like the third year now!”

Changbin wants to correct him by saying that it’s only the second but ultimately decides against it to avoid feeding the mocking laughter. “I’m not! I was just trying to be respectful!”

“Seo Changbin, you’ve been neighbors with Y/N since who the fuck knows how long. If anything, not holding their hand during the Lord’s Prayer is actually rude and disrespectful.” Jisung scoffs. “Like look, I scored a date with my neighbor yesterday and they’re only here during the holidays. Where’s your progress?”

The last comment deepens Changbin’s glare and disapproving frown. “Well, what if—what if they didn’t want to? Not everyone likes holding non-family members’ hands during that prayer. And excuse you, you landed that date from stalking me.”

Jisung comically slaps his hand up to his temples this time, exhaling a very deep breath in amusement before shaking his head in disapproval. “Oh, Binnie, until when are you going to keep telling these things to yourself? Y/N literally had their hand up for you a while back! Just hold them for a minute!”

“Yeah, but—“

Before Changbin could fully refute, however, the two boys then see you pass by with your grandmother, a passing smile gracing your features as you wave at them politely with your free hand. “Good morning, you two!” You briefly greet before shifting your attention back to your grandmother again, your gaze lingering to Changbin for a second longer definitely not going unnoticed by a grinning Jisung.

“Good morning!” Changbin and Jisung return your sentiments, the latter then elbowing the older boy as soon as you turn away.

“I’m telling you,” Jisung whispers tauntingly after, leaning his face close to Changbin and placing a hand over his ear. “just hold Y/N’s hand. It’s not that hard.”

Taking one last look at you right before you’re whisked away to your grandmother’s friends, Changbin sighs and mumbles, “Oh no, Sung, you don’t know shit.”

day 5

Every time Changbin does so much as glance in Jisung’s general direction at the choir area in the middle of the service, the younger boy would wink suggestively or make the most comical kissy faces and it doesn’t help his case at all. Somewhere in the back of Changbin’s head, he hesitantly thanks whatever driving force there is in this universe that you’re mostly occupied with looking after your grandmother and passing the time with mindless gestures to notice.

“Just do it, man!” Jisung mouths to Changbin for what already seems to be the eighth time since the mass started, balancing his guitar on his lap to clasp his hands right in front of his face. “I got you!”

Changbin rolls his eyes before glancing over to you standing right next to him. To make things worse, the topic of holding your hand makes his attention wander over to the said body part that taps a noiseless beat on the pew in fromt of you. On your other side, your grandmother seems to have fallen asleep right after you made her sit down because of her weak knees.

Now would be the time, dumbass, The voice in Changbin’s head points out in a way that awfully resembles Jisung. Do it!

But when the familiar tune starts playing and your gentle tapping stops, Changbin’s quickly overcome with nervousness again.

The poor boy’s lifted knuckles knock against yours but fails to take your hand once more.

“Even Jesus can’t help this dude now.” Jisung sighs from across the church as he watches the helpless scene unfold. “Ah, whatever.”

day 8

“Dude, come on it’s been eight days. Stop staring the rice cake down, it’s going to burn up!” Jisung scolds, clutching Changbin by his nearest bicep and pulling him away from the rice cake stall. “Come on, let’s re-group somewhere else!”

“Re-group?” Changbin furrows his brows, letting himself get dragged to a nearby corner right underneath the outdoor display grotto anyway. “What for?”

Jisung, skidding to a halt once he’s reached a spot far away from the usual crowd of church-goers, rolls his eyes and faces Changbin belatedly as he answers, “Because you’ve been looking like a whole dumbass at church for the third year in a row now and I swear even the priest is starting to get frustrated!”

“No, I don’t!”

“Yes, you do!”

Changbin squints his eyes in annoyance now and crosses his arms in front of his chest, visibly unamused at the younger boy’s antics. “I’m...a respectful person.”

“You’re a coward.” Jisung argues back bluntly with a draamatic and disapproving shake of his head, taking ahold of Changbin’s two hands after and holding them up in between them. “Just hold their hand like this, chant the Lord’s prayer, and be done with it! We’re all friends, it’s cool!”

Changbin scoffs, wriggling his fingers out of Jisung’s death grip only to get caught immediately. “You don’t understand, dude.” He sighs in exasperation, frowning even more in annoyance when Jisung makes a judging face at him with pursed lips. “It’s Y/N.”

“Exactly, it’s just Y/N.” Jisung retorts in a gradually patronizing tone, making sure to drag out his words. “It’s not like you’re obligated to get married if you hold their hand! Heck, even the kids who sit two rows behind you are braver and those two are just making gang signs at each other during Mass.”

“I—“

And, as if it’s the way of the universe siding wholeheartedly with Jisung, Changbin hears you stifle a giggle with your hand from behind him. When the flustered boy turns around, he sees you and your grandma approaching with candles to offer to the grotto’s statues.

“Shit.” Changbin curses under his breath, quickly hiding it with a greeting to you and your grandmother. “Good morning, Mrs. Y/L/N! Hi, Y/N!”

“Hi, grandma! Hi, H/N!” Jisung waves with his hands still intertwined with Changbin’s, making the latter blush even more as he quickly lets go. “Ooh, scented candles! Are you guys out here to pray for wishes?”

You nod with a hum, pursing your lips quickly at seeing Changbin pretend to wipe his hands down the sides of his jeans. “Yeah, just the usual year-ender stuff.” You explain, helping your grandma up to the stone steps leading to the religious status. Glancing over the two as your grandmother goes ahead on her own, you then ask, “Were you guys in the middle of...something?”

“W-What? N-No, no! We were just...” Mentally, Changbin’s cognition is already shutting down under your genuinely curious gaze. It doesn’t help that you’re a step above him and Jisung too, giving you a rare opportunity to tower over them. “Jisung was just being weird!”

“No, I wasn’t!”

“Dude, you just held my hand out of nowhere.”

“Yeah, to tell you that—mmfffff!” Changbin interrupte Jisung midway by clamping his mouth shut and making you chuckle.

“Okay, if you say so...” You finally let out a laugh with ease at seeing their antics, waving goodbye once more and taking another step upwards again. “I’ll just see you two around later! Grandma and I still need to say some prayers for our relatives.”

“Sure. See you around, Y/N.” Changbin smiles up at you, returning your wave with his free hand.

Behind his other hand, Jisung tries his best at yelling out to you, “Pray for Changbin, please! For everyone’s sake!”

day 9

The first thing Jisung notices—well, the second thing since he noticed your rather sleepy expression prior—is how you walk in and sit down next to Changbin at your usual pew without your grandmother. Changbin, on the other hand, notices rather belatedly when he notices you only when you’re already seated.

“Where’s grandma?” He asks, whipping his head around everywhere for your grandmother’s familiar grey hair and white church veil. “Is she okay?”

“She just stayed up too late for a Christmas party last night so I told her I’ll go to mass for her while she rests.” You nod reassuringly, only at such point fully comprehending the unfamiliar atmosphere of only the two of you sitting on your usual place. “She’ll be around again tomorrow but, you know, as far as the legend goes, she won’t be able to make a wish on Christmas Eve.”

Changbin chuckles at this, leaning back in his seat more comfortably now as you giggle along. “You still believe in that? We all know that parents only say that so we wouldn’t sleep at Mass when we were kids.”

When the boy glances over to you, he sees you nod in between laughs. “Yeah but don’t you think it’s something nice to think about and believe in? Don’t you make wishes after the ninth Mass anymore?”

“It depends.” He shrugs.

“Then why do you still go, hm? Your parents don’t even come around as often.”

To see you, Changbin’s mind immediately drifts off but he bites his tongue back quickly before he could accidentally blurt it out. “I just like hearing the choir sing in the morning.”

“I doubt that.” You chuckle with a shake of your head, just as the choir begins to sing the opening song. “Speaking of which...”

Changbin whips his head around in the same direction you avert your gaze to, finding the Mass already starting. “Oh, it’s starting.” He muses out loud, following the crowd and standing up. When he turns to you again, however, you’re still seated. “Aren’t you standing up?”

“Will you help me up?” You ask rather teasingly, holding your hand up to him.

“What?” His eyes widen, blinking twice slowly until he’s sure that your hands not moving back down to your side.

“Changbin, just hold my damn hand.” You hiss under the loud music, waving your hand in the air until he finally and reluctantly takes it and pulls you up. “There. Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Changbin is quick to blush under the bright lights around you, fumbling around his words and even more when you don’t let go of his hand. “I—y-ya, you’ve known all this time?”

In response, you simply shrug as you bring your hands down in between the two of you. “Maybe? Why do you think I’ve been making grandma sit here and not at the front as usual?” You explain sheepishly. “I was hoping, since we know each other and everything anyway, you’d...hold my hand at prayer. It’s silly, I know.”

“So you—”

“I like you, Changbin.” You beat him right to it, clearing your throat immediately to ease the atmosphere. “I just...hold my hand at prayer, will you? If it isn’t weird or anything.”

“S-Sure.” He awkwardly nods, looking away to hide an embarrassed smile. “I-I like you too.”

Across the room, Jisung almost jumps up in his seat while playing the guitar and elbows his significant other rather harshly as they play the piano. “Ya, dude, it’s happened! Look!”

The pianist hisses in pain at Jisung’s elbow on their sides before mustering up a chuckle once they’ve regained composure. “That’s good to see. Now, how many days will it take for him to buy the rice cake?”

december 22 (lee minho)

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xiu21chen99 · 4 years

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hxh headcanon!!

/imagine ofc!! everyone expected another, i hope shhdjdkf

umm... my art?? I'll be transferring it to digi-art tomorrow or sth but uh be nice pls, im new to dis

the art is related to the hc,,, anYWAYS DARK CONTINENT ARC TIMELINE and... TW! blood, violence and death. this is what i envision the "battle for hisokas head" arc story thingey would go

ON THE BLACK WHALE!

Hisoka has killed most of the spiders already, all that was left were Illumi, Kalluto, Chrollo, Shizuku and Bonolenov (bc the latter three formed a group truce rmmbr)

he decides to save the Zoldycks for last so he hunts for the mf who mangled his face and literally killed him

Hisoka makes quick work of killing Bono and Shizuku (nooo my bby ;-;)

Chrollo and he have a sort of stalemate stance bc they're in a discrete room in the Black Whale, they're meters apart and they're literally just walking in a circle to see who'd make the first move

Bono and Shizuku's bodies are in the same room

Illumi comes in with Kalluto in tow and the two siblings stop dead in their tracks to watch

that's when Hisoka moves in for the kill

but Chrollo counters w a spell he pulled from his book- an explosion erupts, tho it's a small, kind of controlled one but still, everyone in the room are forced back

Hisoka's thrown to a wall while the other three skid back on the feet

the emergency alarms ring in the room, the automated doors move to close

Illumi and Kalluto make eye contact before Kalluto runs for it, Illumi goes to block the door when he left, making sure Chrollo doesn't follow suit before walking towards Hisoka

"what are you doing?" Chrollo asks when Illumi helps the clown to his feet.

"oh, did i not tell you?" Illumi pulls out a few needles from his outfit "Hisoka has also commissioned for your head, but only under the circumstance where he could see."

"no, you forgot to mention that." Chrollo humors, book in hand and a forced smile on his lips

"oh this should be fun," Hisoka adds beside him, cracking his neck with a sinister grin

"i take it you were serious about the... engagement ring you mentioned earlier?" Chrollo asks as he flips to a page in his book

"quite, yes. i have already told my brother to not contact our parents about it, hence why he was with me up until now." Illumi explains, pins glowing with violet nen

"how boring, i had hoped you'd at least introduce me to my in-laws before we get on with it." Hisoka teases, cards in hand

"disgusting." Chrollo sneers, and the tension in the room snaps.

There's another explosion, quite bigger and definitely stronger. Illumi blocks the stray debris from his eyes with a hand, squinted eyes taking in everything that was to see.

Hisoka was still beside him though his head was snapping from left to right trying to navigate their common target

There's whispering, then Chrollo's puppets appear behind them, seeming to have grown from the concrete ground

they were mindless pawns, Hisoka gladly kicked them all til they returned to dust

what came next were Bono and Shizuku, though Illumi could have sworn they were dead earlier

"it's a stolen power, they might still be able to use their nen." Hisoka warns, and as if to prove his point Shizuku attacks Illumi with Blinky

"cut off their heads!" Hisoka yells, disappearing into the still present dust cloud of the post-explosion

Shizuku was the easier target, death made her think that vacuum of hers was a sword. Illumi pins her to the wall and snaps her head off

Bono was more clever, he hid in the dust and used his whistle like body to distract Illumi from where he actually was

Then he attacks when he had his back turned to him

But Illumi soon gets the hang of it, whips back to his right to catch Bono mid jump, and crushes his neck like paper

He drops the twice killed body and wipes his hands on his pants

There's strong aura somewhere in the room, so he follows his instincts through the smog

Another explosion, but this time actual smoke builds up in the room, triggering the fire alarms and the sprinklers

"you fucking bitch!"

"you should have stayed dead, Hisoka!"

Illumi follows the voices and now obvious sounds of fighting

as the smoke clears, he sees multiple figures go after who he assumes was Hisoka. Logically speaking, he was the only target of those useless puppets

Illumi jumps to his feet to help him, throwing pins at the three running to Hisoka at stumbling speed

He lands behind Hisoka with grace, feet as silent as ever.

the smoke is nearly gone now, so when Illumi turns to see if Hisoka was alright he's shocked to find a rock figurine, roughly formed to Hisoka's shape and build

"Hisoka-"

"i can't believe you fell for that" Chrollo says behind him, but Illumi has already sent needles flying his way

"what did you do?"

unprepared, Chrollo's sent to the wall, hands pinned and spread. there were matching pins buried deep into the palms of his hands making him unable to move

"I just killed the bastard who shouldn't have come for my friends."

his hands needed to touch something to detonate. with two more pins each added to his hands (and two more to each of his feet), Chrollo's made to float with Illumi's Manipulation

(hc power here bc i think he could do this, but he only saves it for special occasions or enemies lol)

Illumi pulls forth a mind control needle amd jams it into Chrollo’s forehead, “answer my questions, and answer me truthfully"

"what did you do to Hisoka, you could not have killed him in that short amount of time. I should have been able to sense something if you did. he is not in this room, so where is he?"

Chrollo groans, "he's trapped in the room i laid out for him"

"explain."

"i stole some random passenger's teleportation ability. its' condition is to only be able to open a portal if the room's closed and only has one door. i opened the portal and left him in the in between."

"you have been planning this, correct?"

"i only came up with it when Shizuku encountered the man with this power. he's still alive of course, but if i kill him then his nen portals would cease, and Hisoka will be trapped in that limbo forever."

"and nen after death..?"

"he adores the spiders, he surely won't hold a grudge if i killed him for this."

"this is a well executed plan." Illumi complements despite the situation

"thanks."

"open the portal, bring him back."

"why should i?"

Illumi grabs another pin from his shirt, this time giving it a lick before jamming it into Chrollo's arm

"i am already annoyed at how everything has turned out, just pull Hisoka out of the portal."

life slowly drains from Chrollo's eyes, as he goes limp against Illumi's pins that kept him afloat and away from any possible detonation medium

Chrollo-puppet, now on his own two feet, pulls out his book and flips to a page. The wall behind him opens, the metal folding out as if crumpled then Hisoka walks out, in shock. The wall closes silently, as if it never opened to begin with

Hisoka snaps out of it quickly, lips curving into a pleased smile, "nice work, Illu!"

Illumi waves a hand dismissively. "would you like to do the honors?"

"ooh~ don't mind if i do," Hisoka pulls out a card from somewhere and approaches the still Chrollo.

Illumi walks to a wall to lean against it, knowing Hisoka would take his time.

"you've married an idiot, Illumi Zoldyck." a voice said beside him, and he snaps his head up to see Hisoka's killing slash

"wait-"

But it was too late

another explosion, this time strong enough to blow the doors open and the walls broken

Illumi's once again pushed to the wall, back through the metal it poked him with blisters

As the dust settled for a third time, Chrollo stood in the middle of the room, unharmed and unpinned.

Under his foot, Hisoka. Dead?

"no-" Illumi coughs, dust filling his lungs

Illumi stumbles to the pair as Chrollo backs away, to the door now open

"Hisoka-" he falls to his knees beside the man, cradles the head to his lap. This was real, this was really Hisoka. he felt it- he felt the last ebbs of his presence fade along with the explosion.

He was really dead...

Was his Bungee Gum/after death nen a one time thing?

He was so stupid, he should have noticed that Chrollo was a fake. It had been too easy. Fuck.

Hisoka coughs, and Illumi zeroes in on it, on the way his once steady chest heaves with labored breaths. "Hiso- Hisoka?"

"Illu..." he drawls, unable to say it clearly

"what do i do?"

"ta... take m-" he coughs again, "take my heart, Illu."

"what do you mean?" Illumi presses a hand to the side of Hisoka's neck, trying to find a pulse

"this is my nen condition-" heave- "Bungee gum will help me get the engagement ring to you. it's in my heart, literally-"

"Hisoka, you are not making any sense-"

"just kill me already, illu-" cough- "and carve out my heart. you'll find the ring there."

"o-oh" Illumi's eyes widen

"do it, illu. before my-" heave again "nen runs out."

Hisoka's smiling. his glamour of texture surprise has worn off already, so his nose-less, peeling face stared back at Illumi

"go on, love."

with no other choice, Illumi elongates his nails and digs into the crevice between Hisoka's rib cage. his blood felt hot and sticky between his fingers, but Illumi dug deeper.

his heart was still beating though weakly, as if it still had a chance to live on

"bye, love." were Hisoka's last breathy words as Illumi pulls the organ out. It was shrouded in pink nen, Bungee Gum he thought, its distinct tint a permanent brand in Illumi's mind

gore slid down his hand, as illumi held it closer to his face for inspection

for a few fleeting moments it continued throbbing, but now it's stilled to a mere heart.

Illumi has done this method of killing before, but this is the first heart he thought held value

blood dripped from his hand down to Hisoka's smiling face, eyes open and gaze somewhere to Illumi's direction

as the Bungee Gum lifted, a ring popped out from an outward ventricle.

a bloody ring

how did he manage to do this?

despite the crimson, Illumi slips it to his ring finger with a grim smile

even after death, Hisoka still amazed him

He gently puts Hisoka's head to the ground, off his lap, and closes his golden eyes

Illumi's en grows with unbridled rage that it covered the whole ship. Chrollo is just a few hallways down

Bloodlust up in new heights, Illumi lets his presence explode, making sure nen and non nen users alike felt his hunger to kill

Finding Chrollo was too easy, but this time he's sure it was the real one. he was at the balcony, looking out into the sunset.

"i take it, you loved him?"

Illumi doesn't answer, instead walks closer with eery silence

"if you loved him then why didn't you tell him?"

one step forward, two, three. just a few more left.

"he wouldn't have reciprocated? blah, he was of peculiar taste, I'm sure he would've accepted you."

pins, needles, hell even a card he got from Hisoka. he threw all of it to Chrollo, aiming for where he was and the surrounding spots he could have gone to, to avoid them

pinned down and bleeding, Chrollo continues "or were you not aware you loved him until you saw him die right before your eyes?"

Illumi, more than once, said that assassins don't need friends. didn't have a need for anyone else but family.

but

"he was my friend. that's all there was to it."

Chrollo's head rolls to the balcony, falls off and to the sea. a king of hearts was placed where the head should be, engraved into the floor.

later that day, Illumi went back to the room where Hisoka was, to find Kalluto there. His kimono was bunched up by his hands to make sure blood didn't touch the ends.

"aniki, what happened here? where's danchou?"

"kallu, i want you to help me with something." Illumi said instead, "can you help me clean him up?"

"should we throw him overboard?" Kalluto gestured to Hisoka.

"no, i want to fix him up and find a coffin in this ship. i will bury him when we get back to the mainland."

"why?"

"because..." Illumi fiddled with the bloodied ring, "he was my husband."

for those of u confused don't worry, i am too. basically chrollo used a bomb dummy of himself and that’s the one hisoka killed but uh got him killed instead. shjsjfkf sorry if this was shitty it's 2:30am nd i just wanted to write this before i forgot. I'll fix it tomorrow hopefully

also the hc is the ring in hisokas heart thingey and maybe the room trap plan bc togashi wouldnt have introduced that bitch if he didnt plan on using him for the plot shjsjdkfkgl good night!

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hello and good day! i would like a matchup for a3! and ikerev, please! she/her pronouns. you can call me juice, though! hm i think a good description of me personality wise would be im usually cheerful, friendly, childish but i tend to hide a lot of my negative feelings and overthink quite a lot. towards others i'm always curious about the littlest details of someone's hobbies or interest and sometimes i talk more than i listen. love literature and things like fashion or games (1)

Hello, thanks for requesting juice! Sorry for the long wait but I hope you enjoy it! I was pretty excited to write a match up for a3! since it’s been living rent free in my head for the last few weeks. I got a little carried away with the last prompt cause it was so fun to write, but I hope you like it! Also, the ikerev one might take some time but I’ll try to not take too long. Have fun!

I match you with

Tsuzuru!

The two of you first meet after you watch one of their plays, “A Clockwork Heart.” When you realize that the lead and writer is a classmate of yours from college you can’t help but approach him a few days later to discuss the play further.

He seems self conscious at first but quickly opens up as the two of you discuss his script and before you know it one conversation has turned into an in-depth discussion over lunch.

After that first encounter, both of you start talking more often, quickly growing closer. Tsuzuru appreciates your cheerful attitude, making it easy for him to be comfortable around you.

Considering your love for literature, you often help him brainstorm for new ideas, always looking forward to seeing how he brings it to life on stage.

It is easy for you to fit in with the rest of the boys from Mankai, despite their constant prying on your relationship with Tsuzuru. After all the time the two of you spend together, it is no surprise when none of the boys (except Azami) bat an eyelash when you make it official, after a lot of back and forth between friendship and romance.

Prompt: Bonding

“The reason S was created in the first place was because Luke needed a companion. It’s tragic that he was the one who left him in the end.”

“Well, yes, but he also taught him to open up to people, insuring that he wouldn’t be alone when he was gone.”

You and Tsuzuru had been discussing the end of his latest play “A Clockwork Heart” for a while, arguing over whether or not the ending was tragic. When you approached him to offer your praise for his work earlier that day you hadn’t been expecting him to engage in your opinions on a play he wrote, but he was actually deeply invested in the conversation, despite the matter at hand being trivial to the actual substance of the story.

“He couldn’t have known though. He also put his own wishes aside to protect him. That alone makes the ending tragic.” You vividly remembered the tears you had shed when the show reached its climax, a result of both his script and his acting.

“It depends on your idea of what the ending was. S was a machine, so as long as Luke was alive they could meet again, when it was safe for the both of them. That makes the ending-“

Ring Ring

You almost chucked at the generic sound his phone made as it vibrated.

“Give me a sec.” he moved away from the bench before answering. It wasn’t long before he returned, a flush expression on his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I had kept you for so long. I actually need to get going.” He ran a hand through his hair, smiling shyly. It was only then that you noticed what time it was.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bother you for that long!” Now you were both flushed, the realization dawning on you that you had spent two hours talking.

“I-it’s fine. Um, we can continue this tomorrow, if you’d like?” you were surprised he actually wanted to talk again, a smile spreading over your face.

“Definitely. “

“Okay. See you then!” he waved as he ran off while simultaneously trying to dial someone, resulting in him almost falling on his face. You looked forward to tomorrow.

After that first encounter, you continued to meet during lunch to talk about other works, quickly realizing you had a similar taste in books and movies. It was an easy transition, going from acquaintances to friends.

“How’s the summer troupe’s play coming along?” It was easy to tell that he had been losing sleep again from the – almost – comical black circle under his eyes, but you asked anyway, hoping that you could offer some help.

“I know what I want to write, the words are just refusing to form and settle themselves on the page.” The frustration was evident on his face as he tried to put the pieces flying around his head in order. You tried to think of a way to help him but you knew that he needed to figure this out on his own.

“Come on.” You forcefully pulled him out of his chair, carefully shutting his laptop.

“W-wait. Where are we going?” you pushed him along, despite his protesting.

“Trust me.” You flashed him your biggest smile before setting of, only mildly aware that your hand was still around his wrist.

“The movies?” he seemed confused over what your objective was but you were confident it would help him out of his slump.

“Yes. Come on, I’ll even get us popcorn!” you were beaming as you led him inside.

“What are we watching?” Tsuzuru, finally resigned to his fate, flipped through the leaflet, looking at the moves currently playing.

“Your choice, I’m fine with whatever.” You hurried to the bar to pick up snacks, leaving him at the ticket booth.

“Look at those effects.”

“The acting is top notch.”

Tsuzuru had been so immersed in the movie he seemed to have forgotten all about his tiredness. When you exited the theatre you could practically see the gears turning in his head.”

“It’s a very different take on pirates than the summer troupe’s play, but if I exaggerate the characters even more then there would be great opportunity for comedy.” You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you as you observed him, completely lost in his own mind.

“So I take it the creative juices are flowing again?” he looked back at you, as if seeing you clearly for the first time in days.

“Yes! Thank you!” He put his arms around you, too far lost in his excitement to feel any awkwardness.

“I-I have to go write! I’ll see you tomorrow.” He continued shouting thank you over his shoulder as he run off with newfound energy. You expected you wouldn’t see him the next day, considering he’d probably be passed out by then, but you smiled anyway.

“See you later!”

Prompt : Cinderella:

“So, you’re thinking of doing Cinderella for the next play?” You and Tsuzuru were hanging out in his room, taking full advantage of Masumi’s absence that weekend.

“Yeah… I’m not sure how to go about it though. Everyone in the Spring Troupe agreed that I should be lead this time around but I just don’t see myself in the shoes of a prince… Itaru would probably be a better fit for the role.” You couldn’t help throwing a pillow his way.

“Hey! What was that for?” You sat up a little straighter, tempted to glare at him until he picked up on your annoyance.

“I can definitely picture you in the role of the prince.” You cleared your throat before switching to your best narrator voice.

A long, long time ago there lived a boy and a girl. They were the best of friends when they were children. The boy would often sneak out to meet with her and they would play for hours. But their happiness would not last long.

You see, the girl grew up to be the maid of one of the less-fortunate royal families in the kingdom. She had been forced into that position by her father’s latest wedding. It would also turn out to be his last, for he died a few years later, leaving her in the care of a wicked stepmother.

One the other hand, the boy grew up to be the most charming prince in the land. The women fawned over him and he always had everything his heart could desire.”

“I’m literally none of those things.”

“Fine then.”

The prince was an idiot who didn’t know how to take care of himself and never asked for help. He constantly worried his friends over his health but they loved him anyway.

“That’s not any better…”

“Shh, let me continue the story.”

Their difference in class ripped the two friends apart, putting an end to their relationship. While they weren’t allowed to meet again, they promised to never forget about each other. To keep that promise, the made matching bracelets and agreed to never take them off until they could meet again.

“Friendship bracelets? Who does that?”

“They were kids! Would you have preferred rings?”

“Wouldn’t those basically be promise rings?”

“I’m coming up with this on the spot, give me a break!”

That bracelet was what gave the girl the strength to continue living, despite her struggles.

When news of a ball arrived at the estate, her step-sisters were quick to start preparations, eager to have a chance at the prince’s hand in marriage. The girl was simply happy at the prospect of seeing her friend again.

When her family found out she was planning to attend the ball, they locked her in the cellar, not willing to risk any competition. The girl wept and wept, until suddenly a kind seeming lady appeared in front of her.

“Isn’t this just the movie?”

“Give it a second!”

The lady promised she would help her get to the ball if that was what she wished. Despite her suspicions, the girl earnestly declared that all she wanted was to see her friend again. And so the kind woman flicked her wrist and the rags the girl had been wearing were replace by a rich ball gown, paired with a glass slippers. The girl thanked her again and again before heading off in search of her lost friend.

“She doesn’t warn her about the time limit?”

“There’s no curfew here, it’s a stupid conflict anyway.”

You couldn’t contain the excitement and adrenaline that flowed through you as you went up the steps of the grand palace. You hadn’t been here since you were a child, when the king’s father still allowed you to visit, and childhood memories flooded your mind. It was difficult to keep your nerves at a reasonable level as you approached the guards at the front gate. By the time you had arrived at the palace, most of the guests were already inside, so you were completely alone when you handed the invitation, hoping the witch had done her work well.

“Enjoy your evening.” They smiled before urging you to step inside. A sense of awe filled you as you walked through the somewhat familiar halls, remembering all the places you and Tsuzuru would hide from the servants, before his title meant anything to you.

You weren’t sure you remembered the way to the main hall, so you followed the noise, hoping you could make your way there.

When you finally stood outside what seemed to be the entrance, you took a few deep breaths before walking forward, determined to see your friend again. When you stepped though the door you quickly realized that the door wasn’t the room’s main entrance, but the top of the grand staircase. Dread filled you as everyone’s eyes fell on you. If it wasn’t for the railing you thought you have fainted right then and there. You breathed in, allowing you hand to wrap around the bracelet the two of you had made so long ago, letting the warm feelings it carried spread through you.

You bowed once before making your way down the stairs, hoping you wouldn’t trip on your dress and make a fool of yourself before the night even started.

The moment you were off the last step, your eyes fell on your step-mother, eyeing you with absolute envy and disgust. You hoped the mask would be enough to conceal your identity.

You walked around the room for a bit, keeping to the less populated areas, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tsuzuru, disappointed to find that he was nowhere to be found.

“Please let this not be for nothing…”

You were about to make your way to the balcony, but a swarm of guests was suddenly in your path, dancing to the waltz the band had just started playing. You frantically looked around, searching for a way out when two arms wrapped around you, pulling you along with the rest of the dancers.

“I guess you’re my partner?” the face of the man that stood before you made your jaw drop. You had thought of so many things to say, but now that Tsuzuru was standing before you, the words seemed to catch in your throat.

“So, uh, are you having fun?” he was as awkward as you remembered. Something about the familiarity filled you with a sense of calm. I found him.

“I am now.” It was hard to contain the smile quickly spreading around your face.

“Actually I was-“that was when it was time to switch partners. When you felt his hand slip from yours, panic flooded through you. No… I didn’t have the chance to tell him.

As he pulled his hand away, his fingers brushed the bracelet on your wrist, eyes widening as he was whisked away by another partygoer, realization evident in his features. You tried to get closer, but were quickly taken away by another guest. Your eyes landed on Tsuzuru a few times but the hall was too crowded. It was almost suffocating. You took the first chance to slip out on the balcony, eager to get away from the crowds.

You stood at the railing, letting the air cool down your heated face. He had seen you, but you weren’t sure he would care enough to search. Negative thoughts occupied your mind as you gazed at the land beyond. Maybe this was foolish… He probably barely remembers me… He’s a prince after all. He was more important matter to attend to than a peasant he used to spend his free time with. You felt tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, your own loneliness catching up with you.

“Please don’t cry!” You were shocked to find Tsuzuru standing a few feet away from you, his face flushed and his knees bent. He must’ve been running.

“You’re the girl from back then, aren’t you?” he glanced down at your wrist, pulling up his own sleeve to reveal a bracelet identical to yours.

“Y-you kept it.” Your voice cracked, barely audible in the midst of the ongoing celebrations.

“Of course I did! It meant a lot to me.” The words seemed to call to something inside you and so you let the tears fall.

“W-what did I do? Please don’t cry!” he took a step closer, still unsure of what boundaries existed between you.

“I-I can’t help it. I’m just so happy!” you wrapped your arms around him, not caring who saw you. All that mattered in that moment was that the two of you were reunited at last.

“I missed you.” You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell he was crying too, by the way his heart beat against your, the way his hands shook, still wrapped around you in a tight embrace. Year’s worth of loneliness and regret spilled out of the both of you in a single moment.

You stayed like that for quite some time, allowing the relief to wash over you. When you looked at each other again, you couldn’t help but laugh at your state. You knew the scene must look ridiculous to any outside spectators, but none of them mattered. It felt like you were alone in the world, no barriers between you. Your class didn’t matter. You were just a boy and a girl who had been reunited.

“ The king was skeptical at first, knowing a commoner queen wouldn’t create any new alliances, but he could see the love his son had for the girl. And so they married. It’s said that the pair practically run down the stairs of the palace after their wedding, eager to get to their honeymoon, their laughter echoing through the streets.”

“That’s an ending befitting a prince Muku reads about in manga… I still don’t see where I fit into this… ”

“Fine. As they descended the staircase, the prince fell on his ass, causing even more laughter from the girl. A moment she would never let him forget.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the earnest look on Tsuzuru’s face. He may be clumsy, but he has always been kind.

“It will need a lot modifications, especially considering the fact that none of us can exactly pull off female roles, but it could work.” At some point through the story Tsuzuru seemed to have pulled out a notebook, in which he was now scribbling away.

“Are you seriously taking notes?” he was still focused on the story, not letting the inspiration go to waste.

“Of course I am. You’re brilliant!” he pulled you in for a kiss, taking you completely by surprise.

“You’re the best.” He turned back to his note taking, leaving you with flushed cheeks and a bright smile.

“You too.”

And they lived happily ever after.

#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! tsuzuru #tsuzuru minagi #a3! matchups

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