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syntia13treeman · 8 months

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Dear Tumblr

@stuff

I am ace. I do not log in to tumblr to be greeted by something that LOOKS like 'single moms in your area' solicitation spam (and I don't care what it actually is, don't bother explaining).

Kindly get that shit OFF my dash.

While you're at it, please put the menu back where it was. It took me way to long to even find the 'post' button.

Unless your endgame is to make people stop posting, in which case... you're doing great I guess.

#@stuff #this is tumblr #please stop tweetifying it #stop putting things I don't want to see right in my face #stop putting things I want to use someplace I don't know to look for them #why are you even doing it #are you bored?#why not dedicate this time to killing the bots (exept haiku bot - it can stay)#rant

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merakiui · 1 year

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oooh we can order from aus?? may i please order assorted macarons for yan! kazuscara roommate au and azul childhood friend au with sea salt caramels, chamomile tea, and some sugar hearts (marking)? ^.^ thank you for your excellent customer service, ill be sure to leave a tip!

yandere!kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, azul ashengrotto x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, non-con, somnophilia, drugging, obsession note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

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☆ Kazuha isn’t someone who succumbs to jealousy easily. But when he learns that his dear, sweet roommate is preparing for a night out, he feels…restless. He’s subtle when he asks about this date you seem so keen on attending, smoothly prying for more information, and since he’s your friendly roommate who could do no harm you tell him the details, if only so he’ll know your whereabouts should anything happen.

☆ Kazuha adores everything about you. From the way you light up when doing something you love to the way you get so into playful arguments with Scara to the way you accompany him on grocery runs, everything you are is just so wonderful. He’s penned dozens of haikus and sonnets dedicated to you in a secret notebook of his. He often daydreams of you, allowing you to live rent-free in his mind, and every thought he has of you makes him feel incredibly happy that you live under the same roof as him.

☆ So it’s a little unfair that you continue to seek companionship with others when he’s right here, always willing to lend an ear, always willing to talk, always willing to spend time with you. Kazuha knows that it isn’t right to take you away from your other friends, but sometimes he can’t help the pangs of envy. Some days he wishes it was just you and him in the world; perhaps if that were the case you’d have no choice but to look at him as more than a roommate—as more than a kind, friendly face.

☆ Hours before your date, he’s brewed some herbal tea to help ease your nerves. He tells you you’ll be lovely company on your date and that whoever the lucky person is will be happy to get to know you. You take the tea from him with a grateful smile, and he looks back to his laptop screen, occasionally sneaking glances at you to see how you’re faring.

☆ You’ve drunk every last drop of tea, and when he looks up from his monitor some time later he finds you sprawled on the sofa. Kazuha stands from his seat and walks over to you, bending down to peer at you while you sleep soundly. He was content to charm you the normal way when you’re awake (and he had told himself he could be patient), but with the way you look so precious lying before him it makes it impossible to resist. He’ll just kiss you a little, perhaps give you a hickey or two so your date will know you already have someone.

☆ That was Kazuha’s initial plan. And while he still does suck love bites into your skin, pulling away each time to admire them and run his fingers over the bruised skin, he becomes so immersed in the way your body responds to his touch and kiss. Before he can stop himself, he’s found himself between your legs. His hands keep your thighs spread, and he listens for the tiny whimpers that occasionally slip past your lips. This isn’t a bad thing; you like it just as much as he does. If you didn’t, your body wouldn’t be showing him just how enjoyable you think it is.

☆ He spends plenty of time savoring you, allowing his skillful hands to work you open slowly. Kazuha wants to take his time with you; he wants this moment to be special and sacred. He watches your face during it, notes every little twitch and moan. His kisses are sweet and gentle, so full of love. He could do this all day, showering you in his adoration, worshiping you like you’re the only one he’ll ever know.

☆ By the time he’s finally slotted himself inside your tight hole, you’re covered in hickeys. He may have gotten slightly carried away, but isn’t that the beauty of true love? He could lose himself in you forever and he’d still find something new to appreciate.

☆ Kazuha makes good use of his time. He wrings so many orgasms out of you, your body giving him all the sweetest answers to unspoken questions, and afterwards he washes you, covers every hickey with artfully applied makeup, and dresses you in an outfit that makes you look so stunning. You question it when you come to later, sitting up on the sofa with furrowed brows, but he doesn’t provide any direct answers.

☆ Kazuha’s still typing away at his laptop. He asks if you’re still intending on going on your date and you spring up, hurrying to grab your phone (which he had made sure to charge; Kazuha is always so considerate). He looks at you just as you prepare to leave through the front door, a pleasant smile softening his handsome face. He tells you to enjoy your date.

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☆ Another date. He’d call you a slut, but that would be too flattering. You came home from your last one covered in hickeys (though he’s yet to figure out that was Kazuha’s handiwork) and now you’re planning to go out again. Do you ever get bored of meeting with strangers all the time, or are you so lonely that you have to chase after every available pulse?

☆ Scaramouche is accessible. You see him every day. He’s seen you in the thinnest of sleepwear. You’ve seen him right when he emerges from the bath with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. And yet for every intimate encounter, you walk past him and the divide grows and grows. Although this is partially Scaramouche’s doing; he’s always so cold to you, always pushing you away because it’s the only way he can protect his own fragile heart.

☆ He could ask you on a date. He could confess and see how far that gets him. Or he could continue to wallow in his feelings, doubtful and anxious about whether or not you might reciprocate. Although when he notices the bites that you fail to hide, each one littering your neck and wrists like jewelry, whether or not you might love him in return doesn’t matter. All that really matters is that you have been marked by someone else—marked by someone who isn’t him. He needs to fix this.

☆ Scara has his connections. It’s easy to get a few particularly strong sleeping drugs from a certain underground doctor, who annoys the soul out of Scara, but it’s worth it for you. You have no idea how much he loves you. He’s willing to subject himself to hellish irritations just for you. That’s undeniably a testament of his love. You ought to recognize it and be grateful.

☆ Kazuha has left for the weekend—something to do with his major, he had explained—which leaves you and Scara all alone for two days. He’s pleased to cook for you, veiling his happiness in barbs and scowls so that you won’t know that he actually cares for you. And while you’re occupied washing up, he slips the drugs into your meal, watching as the tablets dissolve. The Doctor had explained how they work, how long they’ll knock you out for, and how many should be given to get the desired result without causing any harm. He’ll prove to you that the one you need is right in front of you, however indirectly and discreetly he may be going about it.

☆ For all the times you’ve argued and playfully bickered, you still trust him. After all, you’ve been living together for so long. The two of you have become good friends, even if Scara is a grump who can never admit his true feelings. That’s why you think nothing of it when you eat and talk about your plans for the weekend with him, and as time drags on your consciousness begins to fade. You think you might just be tired because you’ve eaten a good meal, but that’s the last coherent thought your brain produces before you slip into a deep slumber, slumped in your chair like a drunk. Scara smiles at you from where he sits, watching you for a brief moment to confirm you’re truly asleep, before he gets up and gathers you in his arms to bring you to his room.

☆ He’s watched you sleep before during move nights or anime marathons, but this is different. His intentions back then were purely admiration. Scara’s hands are cold against your bare skin, wandering with eager curiosity. You’ve always been so perfect in his eyes, and he’s always wondered what it might be like to have you under him like this, wide-eyed and gasping, your arms pulling him in for more. He leans down to listen to your steady heartbeat, testing the waters with little touches. His fingers trace your hips, circle your nipples, prod at your navel. You don’t stir, and a pleased smile crawls onto his face.

☆ Scara’s fingers are curling inside you, spreading you open in preparation of something larger, while his other hand holds yours tightly. He’s murmuring all sorts of things while he presses open-mouthed kisses to the places that have yet to be claimed, biting and sucking until bruises remain in his wake. He tells you he loves you, and it feels so wonderful to admit that. Even if you aren’t awake to hear it, he says it over and over, squeezing your hand and capturing your silent lips in a messy, uncoordinated kiss.

☆ He pretends that both of you are lovers when he ruts into you, slowly at first, before bottoming out completely, his heart thrumming wildly. All this time he’s fantasized about a moment like this, and now he can finally live it. He can finally feel you clench around him. He can finally hold you in his arms and tell you heartfelt sentiments without restraint. And you, his precious sleeping beloved, accept him and all that he is (you have no choice).

☆ He has to take a few photos for later use. After all, he has to make the most of his limited time with you. Though it feels like no amount of time could possibly satisfy him, he’s greatly pleased knowing you won’t be making it to your date. Certainly not in this state, marked and bruised by him. And maybe you’ll finally realize he’s all you need. If you can’t see that, then he’ll just have to teach your body instead.

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☆ Despite all he had done to keep you away, you became Azul’s first friend. Azul had thought you were wonderful—a stark contrast to the annoyance he’d pretend to feel whenever you'd visit his octopus pot—but he would never verbalize that truth. It remained locked in his hearts, festering as the years passed and he grew up alongside you. Eventually, your pair became a group of four when the Leech twins swam into the picture, and now Azul had three friends.

☆ Even though you have a tail with the prettiest of scales and youʼre what everyone would call normal, you still chose to spend time with him, the weird, slimy octo-mer who was bullied mercilessly. To this day it boggles Azulʼs mind that you would willingly give your time and companionship to him. And not just for a few months of entertainment; you stayed by his side for years. Itʼs only natural that he would affix himself to you, finding joy in your presence.

☆ When the both of you were little, you would hole yourselves up in the cramped comforts of his octopus pot and talk about all manner of things. Azul remembers these conversations fondly. He remembers how you never shrunk away from his tentacles when they would cradle you, awkwardly writhing to make as much room for you as possible. You never laughed at him or called him slow. You never thought he was a weak, squishy crybaby. Itʼs your kindness that Azul often thinks back on when he finds himself at his lowest, and just the mere vision of you painted within his mind is enough to soothe him.

☆ So when he returns to the Coral Sea after spending so much time on the surface as a human, he realizes just how long it’s been since he’s last seen you. The two of you have stayed in contact, of course, but nothing can top seeing a dear friend in person. Unfortunately, you seem to be talking about a newfound love. In the time that Azul was gone, you’ve remained here, spending time with others, getting to know more mers, and finding love.

☆ He was foolish to think all would be as he had left it. Of course you’d find love; you’re so very lovable. But you were always meant to love Azul. It was Azul you promised to marry when you were whispering faux wedding vows through giggles when you were little. That may have been childish whimsy, but back then Azul held onto those promises, however joking they may have been. And he has hoped that they might come true one day. But with someone else in the picture… He realizes there will never be any room for him. He’ll never have a chance.

☆ Perhaps he should feel bad about slipping something into your food when he invites you to his mother’s restaurant and prepares a meal for you, all of it on the house. A reunion gift, he calls it with that charming smile of his. And you think nothing of it, happily thanking him and eagerly filling him in on all of the things he’s missed while he was on the surface. Azul watches you adoringly. You finish everything on your plate.

☆ It’s been so long since he’s relaxed in his octopus pot. It’s still as he left it when he returns, carrying you in his arms. You look so peaceful when you’re asleep, limp and pliable and so very perfect. He lays you in the octopus pot and stares at your shimmering tail, the colors so vibrant they’re nearly hypnotizing.

☆ He’s always thought of kissing you, so when he leans down and tentatively places his lips on yours he feels like he’s just accomplished a lifelong goal that he’s been working towards for years now. Unable to resist any longer, he curls inside the octopus pot, with you cradled in his tentacles. He’s holding you firmly, not hard enough to bruise you, and presses himself against you, feeling your heartbeat against his.

☆ An idea occurs to Azul while he’s squeezing every part of you, his suckers affixing to your chest and your slit, tasting and feeling all at once. He can’t contain the smile that spreads on his face or the delightful whimpers that slip past his lips when he holds you close, rutting a thicker tentacle along the lips of your slit. He realizes, in the midst of mindless pleasure, that if you’re covered in enough marks from his suckers this newfound love of yours will know you’ve already been claimed.

☆ For once he’s content playing the role of the gross, weird octopus, if only to chase away any potential suitors and keep you by his side where you rightfully belong. And in the comforting quiet of an octopus pot, Azul makes you his in more ways than one.

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lume-nosity · 1 year

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mellow hearts

prompt: how would they act if they realized they had a crush on you

characters: heizou, xiao, kazuha, ganyu, yoimiya, albedo, scaramouche, eula, venti

style: fluff

song inspo: sweet by cigarettes after sex

an: sweet is a really good song and i was writing while listening to it on loop at night! i actually wrote for so many characters.. but i like writing this way, it’s short and sweet. i don’t have to make it too extreme. though i still hope i don’t make them too ooc as i just thought it’d be cute to write a prompt like this & wanted to try out more characters to write. do let me know if these are alright! feel free to give me some pointers for any of these characters backgrounds and such! just don’t turn it into harsh criticism. little ol’ me is trying (-｡-;

notes: not proofread, gender of reader is your choice, lowercase intended, ooc???

heizou

‘started off as a joke, but now it’s not’ kind of guy. being a detective, it’s surprising how it took him a long time to realize his true feelings for you. even he himself is surprised. the way he had to connect the dots, connect every possibility as to why he feels comfortable around you, and then it clicked. he likes you. so expect him to tease/play with you more often, but he silently wishes you get the point. while also being flustered deep inside.

xiao

he’s in denial. why would he, an adeptus, fall in love with a mortal? he doesn’t want you to concern yourself with him. but these feelings of his are making that belief 10x harder. he’d shove his feelings aside, but they’ll always come back to bite him. knowing him, he will take a really long time to be honest with his feelings. not only are they foreign to him, he doesn’t want to hurt you. so give him some time.

kazuha

he goes with the flow. in his travels, he’ll always bring a souvenir back for you. so let’s just say he’ll bring you gifts. every night when you both stargaze or just admire the night sky, he’ll throw in a few ‘flowery’ words here & there. oh and maybe a bonus, he’ll make a haiku on the spot for you. he knows what he’s doing, but even though he cannot stay in one spot, he’ll always find a way to make it back to you. accompanied with some gifts/trinkets.

ganyu

very flustered. she’ll ask cloud retainer about why she feels at ease whenever she’s around you but after doing so she gets teased. which makes her flustered even more. what she’ll do is try to find some time in her schedule to spend time with you. whatever activity, she will join you. whatever location, she will follow you. she may even go the extra mile to cancel her work and make the entire day dedicated to you.

yoimiya

she’ll be more cheerful. oh she has a crush on you? she’s planning a firework date! the fireworks she’s prepping are going to be the best ones ever to be used. she wants to make this date special, so she’ll have to make it count. with some pizzazz if you will?

albedo

he’s confused. like xiao, he doesn’t know what his ‘warm’ feelings are. ironic how he’s an intelligent guy, he wasn’t taught the concept of love. so he turns to sucrose for advice. but after learning what he really feels for you, and what love means, his cheeks turn red and he covers his mouth in embarrassment.

scaramouche

he disregards his feelings and thinks of them as ‘stupid.’ after being abandoned time after time, he doesn’t want the same thing to happen again. many times has he fallen prey to abandonment, he wasn’t falling for it again. he believes he has no time for love…but you’re right there. so he’s pretty conflicted about his ideals. in his mind there’s a whole war going on whether he wants to be upfront with his feelings or leave them. but he wasn’t aware of the light shade of pink that’s obviously shown on his face.

eula

appalled but also blushy at the same time. she’d put her hands on her hips, raise her chin, and say stuff like ‘i’ll seek vengeance on you for making me feel this way.’ she wouldn’t admit it, because that’s just eula yk? a tough nut to crack. though on certain occasions she’d invite you to go ice skating in dragonspine and if you have no experience in ice skating she’ll be happy to teach you. she may say things like ‘hmph. i’ll see to your punishment.’ but don’t worry. she may have that rough exterior, but she’s really kind.

venti

he’ll be more clingy. oh yeah. expect him to follow you around like a lost puppy. you’re going to liyue, he’s going. inazuma? sure why not. sumeru? nice, he’s ready. whenever he’s drunk he comes tumbling towards you and latches his hands around you, slurring out nonsense as you stand there like: ‘you must’ve drank again have you.’ and he goes ‘oh? i’ve only downed a.. couple. *hiccup* it’s not a lot, ehe.’ basically, he’ll just be more clingy to you and he isn’t shy to show that. a bold bard he is.

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archangeldyke-all · 6 months

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something short and fluffy about making lunches for sevika

enjoy gays! love, angel :)

men and minors dni

i like to think she moves you into her apartment pretty early on in the relationship. (uhaul lesbian sevika the loml)

she doesn't work normal hours, usually coming home in the early hours of the morning and leaving in the late afternoon, so when you get up every morning (after about half an hour of convincing sevika to let you leave the bed) you have your mornings to yourself.

the two of you don't have time to cook that often, but you make sure to keep the cupboards and fridge stocked with snacks and deli meats for easy eats.

about a week into living with sev, you start tucking snack packs and granola bars into her cloak's pockets and satchel before you leave for work.

one night she mentions it casually, thanking you with a gentle kiss to your head for the chips you had hidden in her bag. you decided to step it up a notch after that.

it starts with paper bag lunches. peanut butter sandwiches and a piece of fruit, wrapped in wax paper and signed with a heart from you.

when you have time in the mornings, you write her a little note, something quick and simple. 'love u baby,' or 'u + me = <3.' it gives you a laugh to imagine sevika finding the notes while shes at work, getting flustered in front of silco or ran, trying to crumble up the note before they can see it.

but a few weeks later you're in her office waiting for her to finish some paperwork, and you see the little notes you've been packing her taped up behind her desk in a neat little row. (you crawl under her desk to give her some sloppy head after this particular discovery.)

after this you decide to take your lunches to the next level. you carve out a good 20 minutes in your morning routine to dedicate to her lunches.

you start baking. nothing serious, just quick treats you can pop in the oven in the morning. cookies, brownies, muffins. you always pack her two, in case she decides to share-- but you doubt she shares.

you start cutting her sandwiches into hearts like a lovesick fool.

your notes get a little longer. quick lists of the things you'd like to do to her once she gets home, sometimes innocent, sometimes not. little love letters, haikus, doodles of the two of you holding hands.

you buy increasingly ridiculous snacks at the store for her, chips with wild flavors, crackers in the shapes of various animals, bright candies and air puffed vegetable sticks. you switch out the napkins and old receipts you'd been writing her notes on out for some heart shaped sticky notes.

eventually you bite the bullet and buy her an actual lunch tin. you try to find something subtle, something that matches her vibe, but the closest you can find is a purple tin with black polka dots decorating it. she scoffs at the sight of it, but takes it with her to work every day and brings it home each night, empty besides a few crumbs.

the intimidating image of her stomping down the street with her usual scowl is somewhat obscured with the addition of the little lunch pail swinging along in her grip, but not enough for anyone to say anything to her.

you ask her one night if it embarrasses her-- tell her you can go back to using the paper bags. she pouts.

"fuck no. i like my lunch box. you got it for me." she says simply.

sometimes, instead of a note you'll snap a dirty polaroid and throw it in her pail. your cleavage, your ass, a shot of the matching set you're wearing under your work uniform. each time you do, sevika comes home with a dark look in her eye and fucks you for hours on end.

"you're such a fuckin' tease. had to work five more hours knowing you were at home wearing these. nearly quit so i could come home and get my hands on you sooner."

when she's having a particularly rough week, you'll roll her a hefty joint and pack it alongside some extra snacks for munchies. these nights, she comes home and drags you to the couch to cuddle for hours. she burrows under your shirt, breathing in the scent of your skin and mumbling about her day as you rub her back.

one day you come home from work to see the purple lunch pail still sitting on the counter. it breaks your heart to think of sevika going without her food and note, so you scoop it up and march down to the last drop to hand deliver it to her.

at this point, the bouncers recognize you, they move aside to let you in with a nod. you navigate through the rowdy crowd looking for your girlfriend. eventually you spot her in a heated conversation with a few of silco's goons, pinching the bridge of her nose and snarling. the man beside her flinches every time she moves. you smile.

you let her finish her little lecture before approaching her. the second her eyes meet yours, her face melts. the tension in her shoulders falls, the stress in her face disappears into a soft little smile. when her eyes catch the lunch box in your hands, her eyes go big and round.

she scoops you up into her arms, clinging onto you, burying her face into your neck. "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." she mumbles. you giggle, kissing her hair.

she drags you to her office, forcing you to sit on her lap, alternating feeding herself and you bites of the food you packed her.

"you make a good housewife." she mumbles around a mouthful of food. you laugh.

"gotta be a wife for that." you snort, elbowing her. you expect the usual laugh and smack on your ass you get when teasing sevika about marriage, but instead you're met with silence. you look up at her.

"would you wanna be?" she asks, so soft and quiet you would've missed it if you weren't looking at her. you blink.

"sevika." she looks at you, her eyes sparkling. "you are not about to propose to me in your office." you command. a guilty little smile creeps up her lips. you raise your eyebrows.

"no, i guess i'm not." she says. you giggle, nervous and giddy.

"no, you're not." you confirm. she pouts. "'cause if you want me to say yes, you at least gotta get me some flowers. and you gotta do it somewhere you haven't disemboweled someone before."

"doesn't leave very many options open for me." she grumbles. you laugh.

"you'll figure it out." you say. "or you'll just have to wait 'til i propose to you." you tease.

"fine." she huffs, shoving the remainder of her sandwich in her mouth. "just as long as you keep making me lunches."

#sevika #sevika arcane #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika x you

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kazumist · 1 year

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ARTISTIC BOYFRIENDS .ᐟ

✩ — in which you're their muse in their respective specialties in art.

✩ — includes: kazuha, albedo, xiao x gn!reader. fluff i think,, it's nothing sad dw dw. no cws. wc: 594. writer!kazuha, painter!albedo (this is canon i know i js wanted 2 tag), photographer!xiao. reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated!

kazuha — !

anyone would be astonished at the way kazuha makes literature. there’s just something about his writing style that makes you go crazy in his works. the way he describes things and makes people envision it makes your head spin in a good and addicting way. there’s one thing that’s very noticeable in his works, it’s the way it would always be dedicated to someone.

you were the greatest thing to ever happen to him. it wasn’t like his life before he met you was dark (in fact, it was decent). it’s just that when he met you— when he fell in love with you, his life became brighter than ever.

small dates in the park with you laying on his lap while he comes up with random haikus that’d describe you. you honestly wonder how he can never run out of those flowery words that spill from his lips every time he writes.

kazuha wishes for this to never end. but if he were to lose you then he’d never fall in love again after that. it will always be you.

albedo — !

from small doodles from afar, to sketches of you on a restaurant’s tissue, and now to a canvas where colors would show how they can express the way albedo views you. enchanting.

if the two of you had free time together you’d often hang out in an art studio. always bringing coffee together while you giggle quietly to each other on the way there. flowers in hand (that was picked up before you went to the studio, albedo said he had an idea for a painting).

“‘bedo?” you call him and he answers with a hum. “don’t you ever get tired of painting me?” you asked him. albedo put the paintbrush in hand down and walked towards you who’s sitting on a stool not far from him. he said your name softly while stroking your face and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“i’ll never get tired of painting you. even if my hands were to be bruised and tired, i’ll never stop painting you.”

xiao — !

late night walks around the city hand in hand, driving to visit views that no one has dared to see at night, that’s how you and xiao spend time.

polaroid pictures were your favorite. so xiao would always bring a polaroid camera with him. taking stolen shots of you, some shots with you posing in a silly way, and shots where you just looked… peaceful and pretty.

a polaroid love is what you have. making notes on polaroid pictures while hanging them around at your place, making cute little doodles on them which eventually turns into you and xiao running around trying to draw on each other.

he loves your smile, it makes him smile too. if you’d ask him “why are you smiling?” he would reply with “since i got to see you. you put a smile on my face.” although it was cheesy, for him, there’s just something about the way you smile. it’s comforting.

xiao was scared at first, because he realized that he loves you more than he thinks. he falls in love with you over and over again, as much as it’s a bit exaggerating to hear. the more he gets clingy, touchy, and affectionate, xiao knows he’s falling even deeper.

he scooted closer to you, arms on your waist and face on the crook of your neck. “i love you so much.” he murmured against your skin. “i love you more, xiao.”

“i love you most.”

#( writings )#astronetwrk #favoniuslibrary #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #kazuha x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha #albedo #xiao #i love the idea of xiao or childe being a photographer student #it was supposed to be childe tbh. ill js write him next time #xiao's longer than i expected pls dont ask he started the whole brainrot .... i wont him #im not proud of this even though this has been a wip for MONTHS

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missnancywritesfanfic · 7 months

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Music Festival Ft. Anemo Boys

Characters: Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Wanderer(Scaramouche), Aether

Contains: Modern AU, extreme fluff, drug use(kazuha), suggestive(wanderer)

A/N: I'm glad the first was so well recieved, good news I have another! Enjoy 💗

VENTI - Somehow Got On Stage

At first, you thought you'd lost him in the middle of a mosh pit. You're turned around more times than you could count and trying to find his vibrant aqua braids in a sea of neon is hard. This is until you hear the speakers boom.

"Hellooooo Mondstadt!"

Your attention is pulled back to the stage where you see him, front and centre with the mic in his hand. Your jaw drops at the sight.

Even from this distance, you can see his cheeks are flushed. He's clearly drunk. How did he get on stage? How was he allowed on the stage??

"This song's dedicated to the love of my life!" Venti points down to the mosh you're wrapped in, you swear his eyes lock with yours. "I love you, baby!"

Your face flushes, your heart flutters. It's not just the heat of the crowd effecting your anymore. Tears spring from your eyes as you yell back with a huge grin.

"I love you too!"

XIAO - Chilling On The Beach

You both sit on the sand, letting the waves touch your feet. You lean against his shoulder, silently playing a conch shell you found earlier.

You'd agreed to join your friends at this concert but unfortunately, it was rather overstimulating for Xiao so you decided to bring him on a walk.

The concert is still in full swing a ways from you. The cheering of the crowd and the live music echoes on for what felt like forever.

You look back to Xiao who's focus is glued to the ocean waves. It's a rare sight to see him so tranquil. You swear you can see the faintest smile on his lips as he plays with the sensation of sand between his toes.

His focus breaks when you silently hand him the conch, and gesture for him to hold it to his ear.

He does so, confused at first, but then his eyes go wide at the music he hears inside. His cheeks are dusted pink, bewildered at the sound, but his eyes glow a little more.

You gave him sounds of the sea to help drown out the screams of the crowd.

KAZUHA - Getting High With Strangers

Gatherings like this are nothing new to him, he finds it to be the best way to relax and connect with others. And you decide to join him.

Whether you yourself get high or not, you both sit around a bonfire with a bunch of people you'd just met from all walks of life. Party animals, first timers, 9-to-5 workers getting their first day off in forever.

And you two, the young lovers, cuddled up against one another as the sun's setting and the concert is mellowing out.

Kazuha keeps an arm wrapped around you, to shield you from the cold and partially to keep himself grounded. The entire time he listened to the shared conversation buzzing from one topic to another.

But he can't help focusing on the warmth you emanate. Maybe it was wrong to assume you needed protection from the cold night, when you produce enough heat for the both of you.

"Kazuha?"

He hums and opens his eyes, not realizing he's dosing off and leans his head on yours. You chuckle softly and brush a strand of hair from his face.

"I was just telling them about the poetry nights."

"Ah, yes, a wonderful event. My little bird creates such beautiful haikus."

Your face flushes at his praise.

"I meant your own poems, babe..."

HEIZOU - Slow Dancing With You

He can't help himself. Especially when it's you.

You just look so beautiful he has to hold you and sway to the music playing. And you melt right into his hold and let him guide your moves.

You remember this song. It was playing when you two went on your first date. Not quite the same atmosphere, definitely a unique first encounter, but thinking back makes you happy you stuck by him.

After a tough case, you offered your company and took him out for fast food and light chat. It was nothing special. You just wanted to see him smile, even if it were for a short time.

There was a car nearby with its windows rolled down, and the radio was blasting, at the height of summertime. You remember clearly the chipper tone you carried.

"Aaah, I love this song~"

Heizou turns you around so he can lie his head in the crook of your neck. You happily placed your arms around him and press a kiss into his hair.

You jump at the butterfly kisses he starts leaving on your neck.

"Heizou, there are people around us..!"

He snickers and keeps decorating your skin with kisses.

WANDERER - Making Out In The Car

Your favorite song is playing, and you're blindly searching for your phone that's buzzing on the car floor. But you nearly miss it while locking lips with your (very greedy) partner. You finally manage to catch your breath and pick it up, weakly hitting his shoulder, hoping he'll slow down on kissing your neck.

Your friends are calling, but before you can answer he takes the phone from you.

"Ah-" You whine and try to steal it back. You can barely concentrate with his hands feeling you up underneath your shirt. "Th-They're calling, I need to-" You wince as he sucks along your collarbone.

"They can wait."

He suddenly pulls you flush against his chest as he sits up, his lips still teasing your vulnerable neck. You wrap your arms around him.

"Did you want to stop?"

You shake your head and take a breath, relaxing into his touch and embracing his kisses. "Good." He turns you around and lays you down, the hand under your shirt trailing up your thigh and kindly guiding your legs to wrap around his waist.

You find yourself unable to breath again. He presses his forehead to yours, looking you in the eyes. You swear he can hear your heartbeat right now.

"Now quit your yapping and let me work."

AETHER - Checking Out Food Booths

Over seasoned meat. Fried rice. Hot dogs. Burgers. Alcohol. Soda. Ice cream. Squid. Pita pockets.

If there's one thing that Aether and Paimon are excited for outside of seeing their friends performing at this festival, it's all the food booths that'd be set up for the attendees.

He takes your hand and brings you to every single booth, he insists that you try at least one of each dish offered.

This was also the first time you'd have the opportunity to meet a bunch of his acquaintances from his travels. Unlike Aether, who had work that took him world wide, you stayed local.

Watching your boyfriend interact with so many people, and see him speak a multitude of languages on the fly is definitely a sight to behold.

You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't flutter at the sight. Just when you think he couldn't get anymore attractive.

"Hey (Name), check it out!"

You blink. He suddenly appears in front of you holding three tri-color dango sticks and a huge grin on his face.

"On the house, just for us~"

You giggle and happily take one from him. You plant a kiss on his lips as thanks.

Bless his heart. He's too cute sometimes.

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st6rly · 1 year

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about us: valentine's day.

synopsis: love me, love me, love me, love me,love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me more than you possibly can | wc — 0.5k

[ !! ] — masterlist.

characters: alhaitham, childe, heizou, itto, kazuha, xiao x gn!reader

categories: fluff, fake voice lines

warnings: dearest used as a nickname, mentions of food

note: late valentine's day post. reblogs are greatly appreciated, more so than likes

ALHAITHAM — “A day dedicated to love is quite a useless use of time. Enthusiasm towards a subject matter such as this one seems pointless. But, Kaveh kept going on about how special today is and that if he were me, he’d be working towards some grandiose display in the name of love. *scoffs* As if he’d ever have a stable enough income to do so in the first place. Now then, physical objects are not able to provide a suitable explanation for my affections so, you have my utmost attention in compensation. I believe a nice trip to the tavern is well overdue for the both of us, isn’t it?”

CHILDE — "Most joyous valentine's day, comrade! Say, what if you and I- … No, no, as much as I'd like to spar with you, a little birdie told me today is about spending time with your lover. While I believe a little play fighting is a perfectly fine thing between partners, I've been told otherwise. So, how about we go for a walk around the harbour instead, or maybe a nice dinner date! Anything you wish, dearest. Don’t let your guard down though, you never know what’s going to hit you.

HEIZOU — “Say, I have a new commission for you. …Don’t worry, it won't take up too much of your time. It’s a simple puzzle really; one could even say it’s an easy one out of love. There’s been a recent case that has popped up and it has me a little stumped. You see, it appears that a certain someone has stolen my heart and I’m not quite sure who it is exactly. They’re about this tall, have the best smile I’ve ever seen, and… mhm? …Oh, It’s you! See, dear partner? I knew you could do it, hehe.

ITTO — "It is I, Arataki “Numero Uno” Itto, and as the head honcho of the Arataki Gang, on this day of love, I would like to give you an offer you just can’t resist. So …*coughs* Imagine this: you, me, a day of relaxation, a beetle fighting tournament, us getting the grand prize and big champions feast, you winning the greatest meal of your life, and finally, me winning over your heart! Sounds great, right? Quite the irresistible deal, if I do say so myself, hehe.

KAZUHA — “Oh, you’re just the person I was looking for. I have found a wonderful spot to rest in and I have picked up a couple of those cakes you liked if you wish to join me. But before that, I’ve been practising my haikus as of late and I believe I have just the right one for today’s occasion. “You have struck my heart / the sun, the moon, even the stars / Your beauty outshines.” … Happy Valentine’s Day. Shall we head off now?

XIAO — “Here. Qixing flowers. ..tsk don’t act so surprised. It is a custom for mortals to fetch gifts for their loved ones on this day, is it not? .. If they aren’t to your liking then I will not mind having to take them bac- oh. You… enjoy my gift? *he clears his throat* I’m not one to partake in such… leisurely activities, ones by mortals especially, but I suppose… for you it is bearable.

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neruro · 8 months

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🗝️ kuni's circle

first time chatter...? | scara x reader smau

scara's little family!

scaramouche - real name kunikuzushi, he's a dedicated streamer who did a face reveal recently at 1mil followers! only streams with his 'friends' because he doesn't want to accidentally hurt someone's feelings with his blunt (and sometimes rude) words. contrary to popular belief, he's never malicious on purpose! all the degrading on his twitter are only directed to fans who explicitly asked for it! his fans know nothing about his personal life other than he has a cat (scarameow)

albedo - scara's closest confidant because of their similarities! he doesn't have social media other than twitter, but is a manga author to his current series 'tales of winter chalk' which often goes on hiatus because of how busy he is. when he's on hiatus, it's often during exam season when he opens his tutoring offers for struggling students. also has a sister that not many know about, but she means the world to him.

kazuha - you cannot tell me that he is on anywhere else but tumblr. but! he travels all the time during school breaks and posts all his pictures and haikus on his account. he's very popular in school, and most of his followers on tumblr are from students who managed to stalk his social media. annnnd most of his popularity comes from the heart-stealing love poems he often posts on such social media. he doesn't mind though :)

heizou - kazuha's roommate! has a true crime/conspiracy podcast on youtube and spotify and often goes on wild tangents about how he could solve something completely random. flirts with everyone. and like everyone. especially whenever he gets invited to some niche podcast about a topic no one knows about. definitely messes up his and kazuha's room with all the stuff from his evidence board he uses for his podcast.

first time chatter...?

masterlist || prev || next

✧˚ ·summary - tada! a new streamer (aka: you!) entered the scene! and what's this? your first regular chatter accompanying you to fame? great! and you're both becoming friends? even better! ... eh? what... what do you mean he has over a million followers? and what does he mean by 'do you remember me!?'

taglist is open (thank you guys) - @sakiimeo @beriiov @idontevenknow129 @meigalaxy @mellowberrie @hiraethsdesires @yyyyiijhth @featuredtofu

author's note - thank you for being here :] but uhm childe isnt here because i dislike him a large amount hehe... oh! I said this earlier but so sorry if i did something wrong with the tag list!!

#ren tried :')#first time chatter ♡#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche smau #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #genshin x reader #genshin smau

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temptaetions · 1 year

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boys like you 🌷 h.hj (m)

a/n: the photo above is from hyunjin’s marie claire shoot. i do not own the photo. that being said, this fic was originally posted by me on a different, now defunct blog, i own this fic. it was formerly titled “corre, amor.” i have since deleted it from that blog and am reposting a revised version on this blog. again, i wrote this fic and it is 100% my own. i also feel super self conscious about it. be nice plz.

synopsis: hwang hyunjin is like a burning fire - dangerous, passionate, and at times, hard to dissipate. you were frozen from within, your exterior only soft to his touch. when you are his polar opposite, it should be easy to melt at his fingertips, shouldn’t it?

pairing(s): dancer!hwang hyunjin x poet!fem!reader | lee minho x han jisung

word count: 8.5k. lowercase intended.

rating: 18+. minors do not fucking interact.

warnings: swearing, one-sided pining, minimal romantic fluff, some angst, minimal smut [between h.hj x reader: some degradation, heavy petting, heavy make-out session, handjob/semi-oral, nipple play, cum eating / swapping.] hyunjin has body piercings (nipples and belly button.)

what to listen to: advice - taemin | do it for love - thama, george | play with fire - sam tinnesz, yacht money | know me - dpr live, dean | different - woodz

everyone was convinced that your relationship with hyunjin was one-sided. from the outside looking in, you could understand why. oftentimes, it was him scouring the university in search of you, and yes, he had a photo of you in his phone case and his car dashboard. the boy you’d come to adore was nearly six feet of pure love for you — he even dedicated his showcase stages to you, choosing only the most sensual of love songs to show the student body that he was a burning fire.

and yet, as much as you loved hwang hyunjin, you remained solid. unmelted was your icy form, and as the time went on, people had begun to notice. slipping away from crowds after his showcases and losing hyunjin in them became a regular thing, and the apartment was often empty because neither of you were ever really home. much like your eyes when you looked at him these days, what used to be the world to you now reflected a beautiful blonde man with the prettiest lips this side of the han river. you still loved him, you’d convinced yourself of such. the only question left was, was it in the way he did?

once upon a time, all your poems screamed his name. from long winded monologues to neat, tight haikus, your words were stringed together to recreate the man you woke up next to every day for the past three years. exasperated sighs during your poetry slams showed the way your feelings for this man ate you up inside and god, you just couldn’t believe you’d finally found a good guy. a man that was the healing of the past and the brightening of the future, the man who truly made your days enjoyable.

“good morning,” hyunjin was stretching in the living room as you allowed your sleep-deprived body to practically float through the apartment. lack of sleep due to the endless thinking and stress over school made you a zombie — one who didn’t have much of a knack for social interaction. nonetheless, you returned the sarcastic greeting, seeing as it was two in the afternoon on a nice sunday. the coffee in the pot was cold as you poured it, and you scowled as you grabbed some ice cubes but you couldn’t complain. had you been up on time, it would’ve been hot, you can hear hyunjin now.

“mm, you look nice,” you murmur as you slide onto the couch, watching your boyfriend’s shirt ride up slightly on his waist, exposing the sliver of skin you ran your fingers down before bed. he simply chuckled at your comment, a faint blush dancing across his cheeks as he continued his hip warm ups. “you’ve got rehearsal tomorrow after class, right?” sipping your coffee quietly, you saw hyunjin nod softly as he laid down on his mat. “yeah, unfortunately. i have to rain check our dinner tomorrow night, m’sorry, doll.” he closes his eyes as he rests his arms on his torso, and you slip off the couch to run your fingers through his soft hair. admiring him, you stroke his cheek gently as he opens his eyes, placing his hand above yours.

“your big showcase is coming up. dinner can wait, i’m always by your side.” you assured him of things you weren’t so sure of yourself, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. his eyes changed as you said that, but he nodded reluctantly as you placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “don’t practice too hard, my love. you know it worries me. i’ll be in the office if you need me.”

“‘course, honey. don’t type your fingers off,” he’s muttering to himself, and he knows how much it bothers you but even the people who are supposedly perfect have bad days. a nice guy, really. “i heard that, pipsqueak.” you call back, placing your coffee cup on your desk, leaving the door slightly ajar to hear his recital music. as soon as you hear the first notes of the remix changbin made for him, minho and felix, you ease into your desk chair. closing your own eyes, you can see his movements in your mind from hours of watching them practice this routine, specifically two years ago when the dance team uploaded it to youtube. they planned on recreating it to see where it could take them, as a trio — seeing as the fluidity of the boys raked in millions of views, and thousands of dollars in donations to the school and the dance team.

none of which hit the creative writing and poetry department, but hey, the poetry slam videos didn’t do as well. to be fair, the poetry slam club didn’t do much to raise money but turned around to ask mommy and daddy — whereas, you worked for your fifty cents. unfortunately, your major had a huge influx of people who didn’t quite really appreciate the time and effort that it took to make your art — and a lot of them were actually there to please their parents, to say they went to college. as sad as it was, you realized your freshman year that you were surrounded by maybe a third of your class with an actual passion for writing, and even then, you would hear them mouth off about your classes being an easy a.

it sometimes made you wish to have picked a different field, at a different university. maybe even if you had pursued journalism like you had intended...maybe things would be different. you often notice your mind wandering off to these places, and you remind yourself you wouldn’t have met hyunjin. so, maybe things worked out in the end — even if you did watch your old friends travel out of the country on externship to major news companies and even land jobs before graduation. jobs you couldn’t pay to get, and so, you worked part-time at the italian restaurant down the street and hid from any possible peers that may come your way.

“y/n-ah, you promised me i’d score some free breadsticks if i brought you the coffee!” jisung was whining as you bagged up his order, missing the way you shot your coworker a knowing glance, chuckling to yourself. “yah! did your mother not teach you manners? i know what i said, now keep quiet while minho gets them.” you give him a pointed look, and he scowls as you take the warm bread bag and slip it into his knapsack. “love you, bud. take it easy, i know that ankle is killing you.” you pat his shoulder, and he smiles inwardly as he takes the bag shyly, whirling out of the shop with a soft call of goodbye.

“how’s hyunjin?” minho inquires, pouring some olive oil into his calzone dough mix. you watch as he turns the mixer on, leaning your cheek on the heel of your hand. you gave your friend a sad look, and he sighed as he took in the atmosphere. “i take it you’re feeling detached?”

“and i hate it. hyunjin is literally my best friend, he is the absolute love of my life! i don’t know what’s going on anymore.” you bury your face in your hands, letting out a groan of frustration. only minho knew of your inner turmoil, and that was because you knew he’d understand. he too, was in the same situation. the only difference was that he could give you a hyunjin perspective — because it was jisung that felt the way you did. but if you told jisung, there was a small possibility he would spill the beans — not on purpose, but it would happen eventually. minho was like a steel safe enclosed in another one that was bolted into the ground.

“you need to talk to him before he starts prying. why do you think jisung left without a word to me?” he’s kneading the dough angrily, and you wince at every harsh smack that lands. “do you think i enjoy coming home to an empty bed, while jisung is out late with chan-hyung and changbin? do you think i like opening my hulu account to see he’s watched seven episodes of how i met your mother without me? this is fucking ridiculous,” he was now rolling out the dough, the warm container of fresh marinara sauce nearly being spilt with the vigor in which the table was shaking.

“you seriously need to talk to him, babe.” you turn as the doorbell dings, and you’re met by the prettiest soul this side of the han river — hyunjin. feeling a small smile slip onto your face, you return to the register to see him smiling back at you. “why hello, how may i help you?”

“hello, miss. i’m looking for a certain y/n, i’ve come to whisk her away for supper.” he’s holding a brown bag, and you just know there’s a steamy bowl of soft tofu stew waiting to be devoured. “i adore you, hwang hyunjin.” you skirt around the counter to kiss his lips softly, hands resting on his cheeks as one of his own comes to your waist, the tips of his fingers settling in your back pocket.

“minnie, i’ll be back in thirty!” you call out, and the boy waves you off with a chuckle. despite the obvious problems that you were skirting around, minho knew that you would always adore hyunjin, boyfriend or not.

physical attraction was also not an issue — he was gorgeous, but you hated reducing him to that, and anyone who did was immediately on your hit-list. hyunjin had talent, skill, and one of the kindest hearts you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. hyunjin was what you could call an all-rounder — he was efficient in every area of his life, including his relationship. which made you realize that perhaps, it was your lack of experience in relationships, in being treated nicely.

“i love those jeans on you,” hyunjin says as you walk hand-in-hands towards the back parking lot. “you say that because you bought them for me, even after i said i didn’t need them.” you roll your eyes as hyunjin lets go of your hand, instead using it to open the backseat door for you. this was routine, on days that hyunjin didn’t have late practices or managed to leave early — he would buy something you both loved, drive to your workplace, steal you from minho for a bit to grub, and then wait at home for you until you called to be picked up. sometimes you even drove minho home. however, hyunjin’s hand on your knee as he slid in after you, gave you a warm sensation throughout your chest.

you sighed contentedly, letting hyunjin get everything out of the bag. you began slipping your white jumper off, seeing as if any of the stew got on it, you’d regret blowing fifty dollars on it. you soon realized that the jumper was exactly why hyunjin offered to manage your finances. “spoon, napkin,” he was handing you things and you quietly took them, waiting as he began to lower the cup holder to place the stew between you.

“hyunjin, do you remember our first date?” you looked at the sun, hanging low in the sky as the nighttime approached. you had been sitting in this very backseat, your hands tangled in his hair as he showed you a song he loved at the time — and continued to, to this day it blasted through your speakers at home. it’d sort of become your song — but you shared many things with him that night. “you mean how you kissed me after you had texted me earlier that day that there would be no kissing? not saying i didn’t enjoy it,” he snorts as you whack his arm lightly.

“yah, it was a moment of weakness. the timing was perfect, you were perfect.” you lean against the door, leg propped up on the seat as your fingertips tracing the spoon in your hand. you feel a bit of emotion hit your eyes, but hyunjin softly pats your leg. “hwang hyunjin, how did i manage to find a man like you?”

“you didn’t, there’s nothing all that special about me,” you’ve both seemed to forget about the early supper as hyunjin lifts the cup holder up, and scoots closer to you, resting your legs atop his thighs. drumming his fingers along your shins, he smiled at the fond memory of the date. “if anything, i think it was a moment of rose-colored glasses. all i did was slide you a book from the top shelf.” it was true, you’d met hyunjin at the campus library. granted, it was your first time in there, and hyunjin had been a bit of an overachiever his first year — so he was in the right place at the right time as you groaned about the library stacking ten shelves high.

“i still can’t believe we had sex in that bathroom,” you shudder playfully, letting out a laugh as hyunjin gasped. “you suggested it! i just granted your wish!” laughing harder, you notice hyunjin admiring you softly. “yah, you’re making me shy.”

“you’re beautiful,” his thumb caresses your cheek, and you glance at his lips before he slowly closes in. the softness of them, something you often envied, had always been enough to make you feel hot. the technique, his hand placement as he kissed you sweetly, always made you feel giddy. hyunjin was like a really good amusement park — you wanted to go on all the rides. without breaking the kiss, you adjusted yourself to sit on his lap, relishing the way his hands snaked to your belt loops to pull you closer. his tongue expertly slides into your mouth, a small gasp escaping your lips as his thumbs rub circles over your covered breasts, the flimsy tank top hiding your sensitive nipples but heightening the sensation.

subconsciously pushing your chest into him, your own hands struggle to find home as you slide them beneath his own shirt, feeling his softly chiseled muscles under your fingertips. the soft whine that emits from his lips as you brush his nipple accidentally, a gentle reminder of the small metal bar that he pierced in on a drunken night. if there was anything you and hyunjin shared, it was sensitivity.

his hands immediately pulled down the straps of your shirt, the material sliding off your breasts as he broke the kiss — lips dragging all over your chest, nipping and biting in all places. “wait, wait. take this off,” you pulled on his own shirt, and he obliged almost furiously, tugging his cardigan and shirt off in one go — pierced nipples and belly button on display. god, he was fucking gorgeous.

“mm, i like these.” your voice was low as you gently stroked them, adoring the soft rutting of hyunjin’s hips against your own. “be nice to me tonight, baby. i’m sore from practice.” he tucks a strand of his hair behind his ear, and you look at his swollen lips. a shy blush coats his cheeks as he looks away, your hand grabbing for his jaw to make him look at you, your eyes boring into his own. “fuck, you’re beautiful. you’ve always been so beautiful.” he whines, his hand at the nape of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss, rougher this time. his free hand circles around your waist, holding you in place as your lips connect again, but briefly because you begin to kiss down his jaw, stopping to nibble at his earlobe. adding to the sensation, you grind your hips down, and you take a small nip near his jugular, a whine of your name leaving his mouth.

“you sound so pretty, so, so pretty baby. do it again.” you suck on the skin softly, and with your hands pressed against his chest, he allows another murmured whine to ring in your ears, his skin hot to the touch. “fuck, y/n.”

you find yourself tracing his stomach and waist, trailing kisses down his chest — and a welcomed sensation to him when you teasingly flicked your tongue on his hardened nipple. his hips bucked up and you chuckled, his fingers carding through his hair as you swirl your tongue around his nipple, heart beating against his chest insanely fast. “your heart is beating so fast.” whispering, you place a chaste kiss right above it, before trailing down slowly, maneuvering your back and legs to kneel before him, carefully so you’d fit nicely. hyunjin looked at you as you did so, following your every move with glassy eyes.

“take off your pants.” slightly hoarse, but he slipped his hands under the band of his sweats, shoving them down as you’d instructed. you watched like a hawk, the way his thigh muscles flexed deliciously as he shoved them down carefully. springing free, his cock was beautiful — not too thick, maybe two inches above average, leaking precum any time he let you get your hands on him. glancing up at him, you notice the soft love bites blooming across his chest and neck, smiling to yourself as you hover above his cock. running your forefinger along the underside, you relished in the power as hyunjin shivered under your touch. leaning down slightly, you give his tip a kitten lick, gathering a bit of his precum on your tongue — and you rest your hands on his thighs to hoist yourself up towards his lips.

taking your tongue in first, hyunjin kisses you slowly, allowing the taste of himself to marinate in your mouths. you gently drag your nails on his inner thighs, noticing the goosebumps trail along your boyfriend’s skin before you grab his shaft snugly. a surprised gasp disconnects your lips, and you take the opportunity to spit directly on his swollen tip, taking it into your mouth shallowly as you softly spread your saliva with his precum. all is calm as you begin sucking towards the underside of his tip, your tongue running along the thick vein of his length.

practically drooling a river, you push yourself to sink down a bit more, allowing his tip to barely brush the back of your throat — his dull nails are digging into your shoulder as you swallow around him, the pace of your movements excruciatingly slow as you pull off with a pop. a string of spit connected you to him as you pulled away, your lips swollen lightly as you took hold of his thigh, pumping his erection in one hand, kissing his lips chastely as you whispered sweet nothings. “i want you, so bad, baby.” he whines against your lips, and you almost feel bad as you sadistically smirk. “you always do, don’t you?”

you can feel his thigh quivering as he tries to hold back, but the overwhelming feeling of your lips dragging over his upper body and the tight, rhythmic stroking of his cock in your hand was all too much. you can tell because he’s beginning to look away, his eyes fluttering as you continue to murmur filthy words in his ear, his hips swiveling in light circles into your hand. “does the little slut want to cum?” and without warning, hyunjin was orgasming, his cum shooting out in warm spurts all over your chest. his eyes screwed shut as he trembled under your touch, and you simply smiled as he exhaled a breath you were sure he wasn’t aware he was holding in.

“found a new word for you, baby. you did so well for me, my love.” you laugh softly as you begin to wipe your breasts off with your finger, not noticing the way hyunjin’s tired eyes still held a bit of lust in them. taking hold of your hips, hyunjin pulled you up into his lap once more, leveling your chest with his mouth. he slowly dragged his lips over every open part, collecting his cum as he swirled his tongue over your breasts, nipping softly. appalled, you watched him through hooded eyes, an absentminded hand tangled in his hair leading him to your nipples every now and again. “kiss me, baby.”

his hand quickly finds home on your jaw, guiding the slippery kiss full of passion..when you hear a knock on the window. the sudden sound causes you to hit your head on the roof of the car, in turn making you bite down on hyunjin’s lower lip. not that he cared, it was hot.

“what the fuck!” hyunjin throws his shirt over you before tucking himself back into his sweatpants, and you panic-wipe your face and his, realizing just how foggy the windows had gotten. he takes a shaky breath before rolling down the window, only to see minho standing there with his arms crossed. “y/n-ah, you said thirty minutes.” he’s not happy, but hey, it could’ve been worse. you sigh in relief, dropping hyunjin’s shirt, not caring that minho has now seen your boobs as you tug your straps back up. hyunjin’s stomach felt like it fell out of his ass, but minho grimaces as he watches his younger friend wipe his face once more. “in the parking lot? really?”

“listen, sometimes you gotta make do.” you smile, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek apologetically. “i’ll see you at home, baby. promise.” kissing his lips gently one more time, you wave to him as he tries to catch his breath. slipping away with minho, you try to hide the sweat on your face from riling yourself up in a hot ass car just to get your boyfriend off.

“i expected more from you, y/n. you were gone for forty minutes,” minho scoffs as he wipes a tissue across your chest, and you feel your face heat something awful when you realize you still had some of hyunjin’s residue on you. how embarrassing. nonetheless, you scowl at your friend. “that’s barely ten minutes over!” you want to be mad at minho, but your mind can only drift to hyunjin as your empty stomach growls for the last twenty minutes of your shift.

“yah, hyunjin-ah. i’m home!” you call out as you slide your backpack off, noticing his favorite boots abandoned by the door. minho had walked you home, so you figured there was no use in calling him anyway. rolling your eyes, you pick them up to place on the somewhat empty rack (it was usually full of shoes stacked upon each other), and it is only then you hear the lo-fi beats coming from your bedroom that you realize he may have fallen asleep. smiling to yourself, you tiptoe into the kitchen, finding the soft tofu stew in the microwave and you grant yourself permission to heat it up while you get ready for bed. popping the lid off, you slide it back in and quietly walk towards your bedroom, seeing your boyfriend bundled in the duvet like a burrito. his eyes were shut, lips parted softly and he was beautiful.

leaning against the doorframe, you admire him quietly, his light breathing drowned out by the music coming from your television. you take in the purple-tinted atmosphere, ignoring the backpack and duffle bag hidden in the corner of the room.

“stop staring at me,” you hear him mumble, and you let out a laugh. “i thought hwang hyunjin was sleeping, sorry hwang hyunjin.” you chuckle, moving to turn on the desk lamp to remove your makeup. he grunts in response, before sitting up and leaning back onto the bed frame. “yah, y/n. i need my beauty rest.”

“yeah? do you? you also need to study, you’ve got a fat ass final coming up in that anthropology class.” you tap your shared calendar, and sure enough, he had a test in two weeks. “honey, i deserve a break.” he groans, and you simply shake your head as you wipe off your lipstick, that had somehow managed to stay intact during your...earlier endeavors.

“yeah, baby. you do.” you smile at him through the mirror, noticing the way he seemed a bit...drained. “ah, i don’t like it when you look like that, hyunnie. what’s nagging you?” you say, slipping off your jumper and tank top, rustling in his drawer for a shirt, which felt surprisingly less full. his silence makes you rush, grabbing a random shirt you were sure belonged to changbin at some point but you shoved your head in anyway.

“i just...i’m feeling a bit cold.” he says quietly, and you freeze. “cold...cold meaning sick, cold meaning temperature, cold meaning—”

“you feel far away, y/n. i feel cold.” he reluctantly turns to face you, his hands in his lap. frowning, you tug off your jeans, grabbing a pair of his shorts to slide on. “baby, i—”

“no, y/n. don’t ‘baby’ me, you always do this. anytime i want to be closer to you and i want to show you off the world, you hide from me. every time i want to go do cliché couple things, like matching sweaters or something, you brush me off. am i a joke, y/n? is this funny to you? do you get off on being cruel to someone who loves you more than anything?”

the outburst is unexpected. you feel your chest heat with embarrassment, and you back away from the bedside where you had been standing. you feel your eyes well up with tears but you know there is no excuse for the way you’d been acting, and that he wasn’t wrong — and you couldn’t brush it off this time. looking down, you fiddle with your rings as you let his words sink in.

“i’m sorry, hyunjin. i wasn’t aware you felt this way,” you feel a lump in your throat and you wonder why — maybe after so long of hoping he would mess up in order to break up, you realized you didn’t want that. you look at him through blurred vision, the purple love bites you left now fully bloomed and an eyesore. “i know you weren’t, y/n. you never ask me how i’m feeling any more, much less have you ever. i understand we get caught up in our lives and i know that all this ‘other half’ stuff is bullshit, but you would make time for me, y/n. you were melting, and now you’re just back in the freezer.” he sighed, throwing the comforter off his legs and standing before you. wiping tears off your cheeks, hyunjin pulls you into a tight hug.

“i just want to know what i’m doing wrong.” and you break. “you’re not doing anything wrong, hyunjin. it’s me, it’s always been me. i’m just this broken piece of ice that’s been floating over the ocean for decades, hoping someday the sun will melt me down and i’ll become one with the water. i’m tired of not being able to give you the benefit of the doubt and realize that you won’t hurt me like everyone else has. it’s been three damn years, hyunjin. what am i doing wrong?”

“maybe you’re not ready for a relationship, y/n.” his voice is calm as he strokes your back, and you feel your heart start racing at the thought of losing him. regardless of what you’d thought before, the panic of being alone has now set in and you can’t imagine your life without him — and that in itself is a toxic mentality. you were not incomplete before you met hyunjin, and you would be fine if and when he ever decided to step out of your life.

“no, no. i am, i am ready. that’s why i’m here, i swear i’ll fix it—” your panicked hands stroked hyunjin’s face shakily, and you noticed tears in his eyes as he grabbed your wrists, cupping your hands in his own as he stood. “y/n, you’re not ready. for the past three years, i’ve felt alone in this apartment, no matter how many times you walked through that door. i felt you try to warm up, i felt your effort but slowly, you just kept pushing me back. ice is meant to melt at some point, my love. maybe you are something far more solid.”

and that is when you notice that he is fully dressed. his jewelry is still in, and he’s in a different jumper and sweatpants. his feet are covered with the cactus socks you snagged at target for him, and you suddenly feel your stomach do a backflip. suddenly, the less-crowded shoe rack, the organized drawer, the bags in the corner...they make sense.

“are you...are you leaving me?” your trepidation is clawing at your throat, and you can feel your nails digging into your palms. “no, y/n. you’re leaving me.” hyunjin wipes a tear from his face, holding one of your poetry books in his hand. he must have hid it under the blankets, and he hands it to you, opening it to a bookmarked page. you now see your world crumbling before you. furrowing your brows, you close it, your hand going limp as you stare at his socks.

“you read my work.” you let the book slip onto the floor, landing on the carpet with a soft thud. “it’s the only way i’ve even made it this far, y/n.” you feel betrayal rip through you, and you hate that the only thing you ever asked him not to do had been done. you didn’t care about hiding anything besides this flimsy book of poems that you hid beneath your bed every single time you wrote something new.

“get out.” you mumble, and hyunjin opens his mouth, only to press it in a tight line. he grabs his bags quickly, and you’ve seen now that he even cleared his own cosmetics off your vanity. you would miss dolling him up for his showcases. “i’ll see you at my showcase. i hope you’re still coming.” he said quietly, before padding silently into the living room, and eventually, you heard the jingle of his keys and the slam of the front door. hearing the lock turn, you felt the tears roll down your face uncontrollably.

and slowly, but surely, you’ve fallen asleep with your face buried in hyunjin’s pillow, the soft tofu stew long forgotten.

things had always been so neutral with hyunjin. he didn’t like fighting but he was petty as hell, so that canceled out. he didn’t like cooking but he was great at it, which also canceled out. he didn’t particularly care for shower sex, but when you did indulge, it almost made you angry how well it went down.

sex with hyunjin was quite the opposite of neutral — it was filthy, wet, slippery even. it was hot and heated and you loved every moment of whatever was happening — whether he had been pounding you into your mattress, or his face was buried between your thighs, everything was euphoric. and what made you furious was that whilst you had let yourself wallow in your sudden heartbreak, you didn’t realize that you craved the skinship you shoved away.

you missed waking up to his hand literally dangling in your face, his leg thrown over your hip, or his cold ass feet tucked onto the back of your thighs. you missed holding someone’s hand as you walked around campus, being kissed goodbye as he dropped you off for class while he was headed to practice. you hated seeing hyunjin across campus and not being able to call out his name and hand him the milk tea that you’d mistakenly bought for him ten minutes ago, having completely forgotten that you were broken up.

so you felt like an idiot holding two medium wintermelon milk teas as your ex-boyfriend walked closer with his entourage. you looked at minho, and as if sensing your eyes, he glanced up. meeting your gaze, minho’s jaw dropped as you trashed the drink, tossing it in the nearest garbage can — an action not missed by felix and hyunjin. “hey, y/n.” minho tried, and you glared at him as you walked past, nearly slamming into changbin and jeongin as you did so.

you ignored the ache in your throat, your eyes scanning the campus for chan. you had set to meet with him to study for your statistics final, and had been running late by getting boba. only then you realize you could have given him the extra drink, but you shook it off as you see his built form appear a few feet in front of you, his thick legs cozied in warm sweatpants that read 3RACHA down his thigh. “channie! wait up!”

he halts, looking up from his phone to look around. “ah, y/n!! how are you?” turning, he gives u a soft fist bump as you both begin the walk to the library. your hand took his elbow, and he was puzzled as you rushed him down the path. “are you okay? you seem off. did something happen with hyunjin?”

you were inside the library now, and you feel your stomach churn at the sound of his name, simply swiping your student card to get into the study room. you set down your backpack, toying with the zipper before you begin trying to form the words necessary. you tried to hold it in, but you couldn’t help and let a few tears slip out of your eyes as your lips quivered. “we broke up.”

followed by silence, chan seemed to understand as he stood, enveloping your limp form in a hug as you broke down for the third time that week. trying to hide your emotions from your friends was always easy, but you’d never felt defeat like this. you’d never allowed someone to see your heart and learn its ways, so knowing now that you had seen hyunjin’s and ignored it simply showed that you had taken him for granted.

“haven’t you got any faith in yourself, y/n?” he mumbles as he wipes your cheeks with his sleeve, taking hold of both your hands. “being single is the least of your worries, girl. let’s just cool off a bit and focus on this dumbass final that we’ve got to ace tomorrow.” chan began writing up practice equations that your professor had assigned earlier that week, and though you wiped your tears and whipped out your calculator — you regretted renting the study room across the very library you met hyunjin in.

the boys had wound up dragging you out of the apartment on the night of hyunjin’s showcase, making the coping process much harder and the carpool was just a bit more suffocating as you turned into an unfamiliar neighborhood to pick up the soloist for the night, hwang hyunjin. you looked at the houses on the street as chan cruised forward, only to stop in front of an old townhouse with a nice vegetable garden. you quietly looked out the window to see your ex-boyfriend kissing and older woman’s cheek goodbye.

“hey, scoot.” he opened the door and you reluctantly scooted over, realizing now why the boys asked if you wanted the passenger seat. hyunjin’s freshly dyed black hair would definitely be a show-stopper, and paired with the dance he’d prepared, you knew he’d steal some hearts. “nice hair.” you mutter, and you feel hyunjin sigh softly, pulling out his phone.

a minute later, you feel your phone vibrate in your clutch. a small lump in your throat forms as you see you’ve forgotten to change his contact name.

[4:54PM] baby ♥︎🩰: would you be willing to do my makeup for the showcase..?

glancing up, you grimace as you see hyunjin staring out the window with flaming red cheeks. scowling, you type back a short ‘yes’ and stare at the bouquet in your lap for the rest of the drive.

backstage was crawling with dancers and makeup artists, but hyunjin had managed to convince the stage manager to get him and the boys off in a green room in the concert hall. seeing as the stage manager apparently owed hyunjin for some favor years ago, he’d snuck hyunjin the key as you strolled quietly backstage with the boys. minho and felix just needed to get dressed, they would be waiting in the audience for their turn on stage for the group performances. you feel set up, somehow.

you waited quietly on the sofa, scrolling mindlessly through twitter as you let the boys rustle around getting into their outfits. seeing as hyunjin had a solo and a group dance, his bag was twice as heavy. “okay, i’m heading out. we’ll be up third.” minho was buttoning his shirt as he started walking out, felix trailing behind him as he smoothed on some chapstick. the room felt thick with tension, yet you pushed past it to set up hyunjin’s makeup on the vanity table, your fingers dusted with eye glitter.

“these are for you,” you set the bouquet down on the vanity as you allow him to finish getting dressed. a bouquet of mixed flowers, bold and colorful — daisies, cornflowers, honeysuckles, red tulips and carnations. an eyesore that you adored. you knew you wouldn’t be around after the performance, so you simply slipped your note into the bouquet when he silently clipped in his jewelry.

best of luck, my love. forever yours, y/n <3

“why are you being so quiet?” hyunjin asked as he came up behind you, buttoning his shirt quickly. “yah, i’m not being quiet. i feel awkward, i want to get this done and over with, hyunjin.” you say, moving out of the way so he can sit down, and you sweep his hair off his face, ignoring the temptation to kiss his forehead like you usually would. you know, for someone who had had a hard time melting to form into what hyunjin ‘needed’, you sure had no trouble being what hyunjin craved. he hadn't realized that until his first actual night without you.

he was freezing.

“be gentle with me.” he said as you patted moisturizer under his eyes, listening out for the start of the first performance. “i always am.” you whisper, not allowing the tears building up to escape as you blink them back. hyunjin’s gaze on your face was intensely intimidating as you carefully blended a muted terracotta shade on his eyelid, and you think you imagine the pout on his lips until you go back in with a brown pencil liner. “yah, hwang hyunjin! why are you pouting?”

he looks down at his hands, toying with the loose strands on the holes of his jeans. you frown, dusting on an easy amount of blush before grabbing his lip tint. your hand grasps his jaw, his eyes widening as you do so.

“you’ve gotten so mean,” he mutters as he puckers his lips, and you feel a smile sneak onto your face as you dab the tint on lightly. “you’ve always liked it.” you almost kiss him, out of routine, but the cold air in the room reminds you of what can no longer be. a sad feeling washes over you as you spray his face lightly with a setting spray, and wave your hands around him to dry it.

“you’re going to do great out there, hyunjin. i know it.” holding his arms, you rub them gently one last time before hearing the second song start for the next group, starting your brisk walk out of the room. “wait.” stopping in place, you don’t turn as you hear his feet patter behind you, and you feel his presence on your back as his hand takes hold of your wrist. slowly, he turns you around and your eyes are closed, not wanting to know what the next two minutes may hold. you don’t realize you’re backing up against the door until you’ve hit it, and your eyes open to see his face ghosting over yours. his breathing is shaky, and you can’t help but feel tears fill your eyes as you brush your lips against his.

kissing you back softly, his hand finds home on your waist — and you feel a tear roll down as you wrap your arms around his neck. your lips are burning his skin but he relishes in the warmth he’d been missing for the past two weeks. your skin is hot to the touch and he realizes…

maybe it was him that needed melting.

“good luck, hyunjin. you’re gonna be fine.” you sniff as you push him away, exiting the green room as quickly as you could, hearing the second song coming to an end. you’re sprinting towards the auditorium at this point, nearly crashing into minho as he and felix are rushing towards backstage to set up in the thirty seconds they have. “first row, fourth seat!” felix yells as you open the auditorium door, and you nearly bust a lung trying to catch your breath while sliding into the seat next to jisung.

“hey, sungie.” you take a deep breath and han jisung simply shakes his head — his hand taking hold of yours as the curtain rises with the boys in position. of course, hyunjin is front and center as the spotlight catches him directly, his hands crossed across his face in a gesture you’d memorized from his practices. the music begins, and once more you’re drawn in by the fluid movements of his body, the body control he carried on himself was something many dancers would die for. suddenly, it’s like there’s no one else in the room but you and him. you’re locked on his swiveling hips, the flow of his arms as he melted into the music.

and you fall in love all over again.

“our last soloist for the night has been well anticipated in many ways. the star of the show, the one and only man of the hour — let’s hear it for our very own hwang hyunjin!” the announcer is far too excited in your opinion, and you roll your eyes as the entire auditorium goes up in screams, joining them in their clapping. the crowd dies down as the curtain rises, and you hold your breath as hyunjin steps into view, a piece of white ribbon in between his teeth as he looks into a gold-framed mirror. he ties his hair back carefully as he stares into the mirror, and as the beat drops in, your jaw locks. his hand wraps around his neck lightly, before looking back with a finger in his mouth.

he rips off the veil-like cape and before you know it, he’s on the ground and you understand now why the entire crowd is entranced as his knees alternate, the way his hand covers his joker-like grin and the way he’s sliding around the floor is simply delicious. fan service, you think reluctantly as you hear a group of individuals screaming in a lust-filled pitch.

the silver details make him glimmer as he releases all his emotions on the stage, and you feel your thighs clench as you catch a glimpse of the belly piercing you adored. your nails are digging into your palm as you realize how high the shirt has come undone, and it is only now that you recognize the song playing in your ears as hyunjin’s performance comes to an end with his hand around his neck once more, the lights dimming as the last line rings in your mind.

i’ve always liked to play with fire.

you feel your heart stop in your chest as hyunjin throws the rose he’d held in his mouth in your general direction, and the crowd screams once more as he leaves the stage, pulling the ribbon out of his hair as he exited. you ignore all the screams as you feel the urge to get up and leave the premises like you have every single time hyunjin had a showcase. you want to push your way out the doors and run home to a pillow that doesn’t smell like him anymore but you pretend it does in hopes of some sort of manifestation that he’d show up in your dreams again.

you can’t help but slip your heels off and bolt for the exit as the dancers come back on stage for their final bow. you see hyunjin in your peripheral view and like always, you ignore it. you ignore the beet red blush on his face as people throw flowers at him and scream his name, and you ignore the way he pushes through the crowd to find you in the parking lot. you ignore the cold on your back as you manage to hail a taxi and slip in, giving the driver your address in a hurried sob as you see hyunjin exit the building behind you. you ask her to step on it as you feel the lump in your throat grow, and she gives you a pitiful look as she steps on the gas. you feel bad. you always do when you run away from what is best for you.

“trouble in paradise, honey?” she asks quietly, and you nod as your phone vibrates repeatedly, surely spam calls from the boys. “he loves me far more than i could have imagined. it is sad that i am simply not enough for him in my own eyes.”

“oh my, dear. you will always be enough. look at you, you’re young! you’re full of life even when you look like you’re having a rough time, you look like what i wish i looked like twenty years ago! you’re the it girl, baby. cherish it.” she sighs as she stops in front of your apartment, and you dig through your clutch for some cash. “don’t worry. this one’s on me, but i think you could make it work.” she looks into your eyes and you feel your soul ache as you nod.

“i will, auntie. thank you.” you exit her cab, scurrying up the stairs to your apartment quietly. you feel winded as you unlock your door, and you throw your heels onto the empty rack. you wander mindlessly about your apartment, standing in front of what once held photos upon photos of you, hyunjin and all your friends. memories that were once stuck to the wall were now stacked up on the dining room table, and you sighed as your fingers touched the thumbtack holes.

“in this maze of memories, where did i lose you?” you whisper to yourself, sighing as you trail towards your bedroom, plopping face first onto your bed, ignoring the sudden whiff of hyunjin’s scent coming off your pillow. “how cruel it is to live in a world where you’re not even in my photo albums anymore.”

hyunjin had started to distance himself more, and last you’d heard, he was offered to study a year abroad in france with minho and felix. good for him, i wish him well, you’d told jisung when he shared the good news. minho and jisung managed to work it out, with jisung having been offered a year abroad as well for music production with the dance team, they realized it was time to figure out who they were to each other. you find out the person hyunjin kissed a few months back before the showcase was his grandmother — she’d recently moved into that old townhouse.

you couldn’t really swallow down the pill that hyunjin wasn’t yours anymore, but the universe didn’t give you much of a choice as it kept turning. you’d lost your passion for poetry, and the dream to be a huge name in journalism in the months after. you’d given your poems to be displayed in the creative writing hall at your university, and you realized that nothing you wrote was ever about anything besides hyunjin. everything was connected back to him, and it seemed the world knew that as you dropped your major entirely, and when your advisor questioned what you would be changing it to, you simply shrugged and told her you didn’t know. i want to see the world, you said. university is tying me down.

seeing as you had officially finished the year, you had no loose strands to burn besides packing up and moving out of your student apartment. you’d sent hyunjin his things via seungmin and jeongin, who were kind enough to help you move out and get a moving van back to seoul. you were going to spend the summer with them, seeing as they simply planned to go all around seoul auditioning for companies.

you were taping the last box when you heard a soft knock at the door.

looking up, you see hyunjin. back to his blonde hair, glowing in all his glory. you give him a tight lipped smile, and stand up to greet him quietly. “hello. i heard you got offered a year in france. congratulations.” you mumble as you stand in front of him, and he nods silently. the tension is thick as he shifts from side to side, before clearing his throat.

“i saw your poems in the hall.” he whispered, and you scoff, scratching your neck shyly. “yeah, i decided to say goodbye. sort of lost touch with that dream.” he doesn’t say anything, but you look to see his eyes screwed shut as he leans against your doorframe. “i didn’t know you wrote so much about me, y/n.”

“everything i’ve ever written has been about you, hyunjin. you were my lucky star, the moon i talked to every night. you held all my creativity, because you were my only inspiration.” you shrug, and hyunjin simply stretches his arms out. “come, let me hold you.”

and for a moment, this is okay. you’re okay, feeling the warmth of his body against your own and hearing his soft heartbeat. you’re okay, realizing that you will never stop loving hwang hyunjin, no matter how far he is. you’re okay, knowing that he also loves you, and you’re okay with the soft kiss he plants on your scalp.

“i turned it down. i got into a company,” he murmurs, and you gasp. “and even though i’d be under a dating ban, i figured i’d let you know that i miss you and that i’d override that for you, if you’ll have me. i miss waking up with you and i miss walking to class together. i miss you, and i love you. i hope that we can be together someday, again. whether it’s tomorrow or in ten years, just know my heart belongs to you.”

you can’t begin to explain why he should run. so you won’t. you won’t crush him with your fears, or your doubts of what’s to come — because in the end, the love you fear you don’t deserve has already begun. you smile into his chest, breathing in the soft scent of his perfume. “i love you.”

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AND THE GRASS WHERE YOU LAY LEFT A BED IN YOUR WAKE

SUMMARY the artists / music they listen to

WITH all of the released genshin males WARNINGS none / THE IMAGES MIGHT LOAD WRONG!! if so, go to this link to read the post (the link is js this same post but on my tumblr ) 70GIN-M IM MAKING A BIGGER PIECE RN SO JUST TAKE THIS UNTIL + this is canon hoyoverse broke into my house just to tell me

mitski, lana del ray, mac demarco`

CHONGYUN favourite song : yes to heaven - lana del ray biggest lana del ray stan EVER & fights lana haters online KAZUHA favourite song : first love / late spring - mitski mitski is the main inspo for his haikus HEIZOU favourite song : my kind of woman - mac demarco

clairo, girl in red, MARINA

DILUC favourite song : we fell in love in october - girl in red THOMA favourite song : ancient dreams in a modern land - MARINA he buys headphones and blasts this while he works VENTI favourite song : pretty girl - clairo doesn't pay attention to the lyrics but loves how it sounds

taylor swift

ALBEDO favourite song : snow on the beach took a vacation from work when midnights came out just to listen to it on repeat for 92 hours BENNETT favourite song : you belong with me only listened to the old taylor songs because his ipad kept breaking before the new albums came out and is now SO broken it can't even function properly CHILDE favourite song : fifteen ITTO favourite song : midnight rain kuki has to listen to him do karaoke of midnight rain whenever she comes over for a sleepover XINGQIU favourite song : love story (taylors version) ZHONGLI favourite song : blank space hu tao told him taylor was popular w the kids so now hes a dedicated swiftie

steve lacy, eyedress, laufey

AYATO favourite song : something about you - eyedress also likes 'jealous' by eyedress. he loves the feelings eyedress conveys and how elegant they sound while doing so CYNO favourite song : static - steve lacy GOROU favourite song : let you break my heart again - laufey kokomi showed him this one and he thought it sounded SO pretty. whenever this plays his tail starts wagging help

sza, yeat, tyler the creator

ALHAITHAM favourite song : möney so big - yeat plays this song really loud whenever kaveh is talking 💀😨 FOUL LEGACY favourite song : big boy - SZA hii foul legacy childe (im single) KAEYA favourite song : out thë way - yeat SCARAMOUCHE favourite song : kill bill - SZA he might he might kill his ex TIGHNARI favourite song : see you again - tyler, the creator ft. kali uchis CAN I GET A KISS?? AND CAN YOU MAKE IT LAST FOREVER? XIAO favourite song : EARFQUAKE - tyler, the creator

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Mansplain manipulate malewife.

Gaslight gatekeep girlboss.

Reduce reuse recycle.

If this is an attempt at poetry, this is a failure. The structure is similar to a Haiku, but you lack the required syllabic guidelines, which are three lines broken into five syllable for the first line, seven for the second, and five for the third.

I would expect one who would dedicate their time speaking to me would do so with a little bit ore thought, I see I expected too much of you.

Because of this, you are not worthy to consider me your malewife.

However, we both know this is what you want, is it not?

You desire to be included within my exclusively close circle.

To serve my as though I were your Queen.

As a first step, limit your wording into the correct structure of five, seven, and five.

Repeat the meaning of your message.

All you must do is change the wording.

#Ganondorf #Legend of Zelda

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HI BEE BEEBOO BLEERBOO HOW R U????? okok business time can i req being in a relationship w kazu n scara. thevlauvs of my life. ty beeboo

hiii mochamocha!!! yes ofc u may (heart hands emoji) i haven't caught up w sumeru archon quest yet (it's so LONGGGG) so if scara changed Significantly after it ........ i am sorry i am flying blind here ........ also im sorry his banner is so dinky the cool leakers havent uploaded his high res namecard yet so . im stuck with the 240p one .......... i hope u enjoy !!!!

➻ being in a relationship with kazuha and scaramouche

content warnings: none

➻ it's to be expected that KAZUHA is quite an easygoing lover — he's not as showy or ostentatious as some other people he may know, and many of beidou's teasing suggestions to sweep you off your feet, as she says, get little more than a shy laugh and a wave of his hand. instead, his love is quiet and gentle, poems whispered against the skin of your knuckles and calm evenings enjoying the sea breeze.

➻ that being said, kazuha is quite the romantic! it almost seems like some sort of magic, how he always seems to know just how to brighten your day, or how he always knows what to say to make your heart flutter. while he may tease sometimes, all his heartfelt words for you are true — and while he's content to keep these thoughts to himself and adore you in silence, it seems like a waste to not put them into words, doesn't it?

➻ many of his haikus end up being dedicated, if not outright about, you. it's usually completely unintentional, kazuha insists — he just can't help how much you inspire him, you see... somehow, he always has so much to say about even the most mundane things you do: how the sunlight looks on your skin, how gently you run your fingers through his hair, how sweetly you hold his hand back and squeeze.

➻ as a member of the crux, he knows just how far from you his voyages can take him, sometimes. he always gives you something of his to hold onto, in these cases, even if you're coming with him. maybe it's his haori, or a pressed flower... a little trinket to keep him close to you, he'll say, even if you haven't gone even a day without each other yet. he'll treat any souvenir of yourself you trade with him as if it were precious than gold (and to him, it is!), ever-clutched in his hand, or held close to his heart — as if he couldn't bear the thought that even this small piece of you could ever leave him.

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➻ no matter what name you happen to call him by, SCARAMOUCHE will give you so much more than the passing glances he spares for everyone else, that's for certain. his soft spot for you isn't very apparent from the outside, but there's a not-so-imperceptible way his gaze softens when he looks at you, and something akin to fondness as he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose at how troublesome you are.

➻ of course, that's all in public — as soon as you head home, he sheds all of his titles and fronts and expectations, until the only "him" that remains is the one you call your lover. he won't admit it to you, but the side of himself he shows to you is probably the one he likes the best. his smiles are as snide as always, but his hand will always be there for you to hold, his shoulder always there for you to lean on.

➻ he maaaaybe likes to push your buttons a bit, too. just a little — never enough to get anywhere close to offending, but always just enough to see how your cheeks grow warm, or your gaze flickers away, or how your hands wring together. oh, sorry, he'll say, without even a hint of remorse, he just couldn't resist, you see; you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow just like that.

➻ you'll have to be patient with him, though. scaramouche is... incredibly new to all of this, so despite the many ways his reputation may precede him, he can be quite clumsy when it comes to love. his words of affection may be a little unorthodox, or he won't know where to rest his hands when you lean against him. he'd lay the whole sky at your feet for you if you asked, so why is it so hard for him to say so simply that he loves you? perhaps he's worried about another betrayal, afraid that you might be stolen from him, just like everything else... but each morning he wakes up to see you near him, and he can't seem to suppress the warmth that runs through him from the point where your hands meet.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #bee writes

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foolishlywandwaving · 6 months

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an entirely-serious three-versed haiku dedicated to talloohlips and their incredible WIP (I refuse to think of it as abandoned), "nothing like the sun"

my firstborn child, to use in trade for more "nothing like the sun"? have him! peak tomione! attraction! lust! intrigue! plot! slughorn - say no more. although I miss tom, I hope you are well, author. ... shit, where's my kid gone?

#tomione #tom riddle #hermione granger #fic rec #harry potter #an ode to the gods before us #no but fr GO AND READ THIS #fanfiction #it'll change your life #and then you'll understand my hyperbole #and you'll write your own shitty haikus in reverence #haiku #more like hype crew #I'd rather have more sun than a son geddit #dw I don't have kids #(not anymore)

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Book Review: Black Girl You Are Atlas

Title: Black Girl You Are Atlas

Author: Renée Watson, Ekua Holmes (Illustrator)

Genres: Poetry

Pages: 96

Publisher:Kokila

Review Copy: ARC by publisher

Availability: Available now

Summary: In this semi-autobiographical collection of poems, Renée Watson writes

about her experience growing up as a young Black girl at the intersections of race, class, and gender.

Using a variety of poetic forms, from haiku to free verse, Watson shares recollections of her childhood in Portland, tender odes to the Black women in her life, and urgent calls for Black girls to step into their power.

Black Girl You Are Atlas encourages young readers to embrace their future with a strong sense of sisterhood and celebration. With full-color art by celebrated fine artist Ekua Holmes throughout, this collection offers guidance and is a gift for anyone who reads it.

Review: I have enjoyed every Renée Watson book I’ve ever read, even taught Watch Us Rise, so when I saw “Black Girl You Are Atlas” on the display shelf at NCTE, I was more than interested. Watson’s words have always had a lyrical quality that always draws me in and truly moves the spirit. This collection of poetry is a mix of autobiographical story telling while also reveling in the beauty that is Black culture, Black girlhood. Watson also uses a few different poetic styles from prose, to haiku, to a pantoum, and free verse.

The title of the collection comes from the poem “Atlas” where she begins with the different definitions of the word then ties the prose style poem to all the different definitions. She plays with the different definitions exploring how Black girls (and women) often carry the world on their shoulders while they also contain the histories of Black people within them. It is a beautiful poem that acknowledges the burdens Black girls often carry while lifting them up at the same time.

Another poem that I really loved was titled “When I Say I Love Us” which is a love poem to Black culture. The poem is all about the wonderful aspects of Black culture with a rhythm that exudes a certain swagger. The repetition of “When I say I love us” at the beginning of each stanza builds as if the reader is beginning to shout about the love they have for Black people and Black culture. The last line “I mean I love the love that is us” is such a fun line to read and full of love.

The collection includes poems dedicated to Renisha McBride, Michelle Obama, and a beautiful poem titled “A Pantoum for Breonna Taylor”. All three poems share the injustice these three women experienced and also celebrates who they are (Obama) and memorializes what we lost with McBride and Taylor.

All in all, this is a lovely collection of poems and as I was reading I was thinking of a few Black girls who could find inspiration from Watson’s poetry. These poems are beautifully written and are the perfect antidote to a world that tries to bring Black girls down.

Oh! I almost forgot to about the artwork. Since I had a ARC of the collection my artwork was in black and white but I’ve seen a few pictures to know that the Ekua Holmes artwork is stunning. It is full of color that captures all aspects of Black girl and womanhood and accentuate each of the poems. The collaboration makes for an excellent book that any Black girl (or former girl) should add to their collection.

#book review #weneeddiversebooks #black girl magic

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simsinlowspace · 2 years

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Freetime Posters - 12 Nature Hobby Posters

Happy Saturday everyone! It's the weekend, so it's time for the second set of Freetime hobby posters. This week's hobby is one of my favorites, Nature! Swatch, info and download under ye olde cut!

Like the last set, these are on @linacheries’ wonderful 4t2 conversion of Simsza’s National Park Prints (mesh is included) and feature a dozen designs made with Flaticon elements + a bunch of Simlish fonts. They're all inspired by locations, features, items and Sims from the game.

Translations:

Grow

Veronaville Birdwatching Society

Autumn Colors

Riverblossom Hills Garden Club

Yuku haru ya / Tori naki uwo no / Me wa namida (Spring is passing / the birds cry, and the fishes' eyes are / with tears) I read and write a lot of haiku; this is one of my favorites by Matsuo Bashō.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep... Taken from another favorite poem, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

McGreggor Farm 115 Old Farm Road, Riverblossom Hills Inspired by my favorite kilted Sim, Leod McGreggor from Riverblossom Hills

Lost Willow Park Since TS2 lacks any dedicated fishing lots, I borrowed the name of one from TS3's Riverview

Adventure Awaits

Lovely Ladybug Loft Advertisement for the in-game item

Contrary to what you believe, Gardens are easy with our seeds! Inspired by Opal Contrary, nature enthusiast from Desiderata Valley (whose surname was just perfect for this bit of advertising copy lol)

Top: Greaves Greener Gardens | Bottom: where the grass is always greener For the Desiderata Valley nature community lot

A numbered swatch is also included for your convenience.

Icons are by Freepik, photo3idea_studio, justicon, max.icons, AmethystDesign, luvdat, Jesus Chavarria, Good Ware, ultimatearm and Smashicons, and used with much appreciation as always! <3

DOWNLOAD (SFS) ~375KB...hooray! 🎉

Lots of love, Spacey

UPDATE: Now that this series is complete, here is a master list of all the posts, plus a single download link for all the posters. All swatches are included, and files are sorted into folders so you can easily keep just what you like:

Tinkering Nature Arts & Crafts Fitness Science Cuisine Sports Games Music & Dance Film & Literature

DOWNLOAD ALL THE POSTERS (SFS) Recolors are ~8.5MB

You can now also get all the designs on BV's Travel Keeper!

#s2cc #ts2cc #ts2 download #sims 2 download #ts2 art #ts2 custom content #sims 2 custom content #s2 cc #ts2 #ts2 posters #ts2 wall decorations

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