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ashplayz · 10 months

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Hazbin hotel x Y/n (my aus) (revamped)

I've already posted a version of this but it was incomplete.

A lot of these are pretty long long

Characters included:

Charlie, Vaggie (separate) Alastor. Cherri bomb, angel dust. Husk, Nifty. Sir Pretentious, Vox, Katie Killjoy. And Rosie.

I will post the same thing for my Helluva boss x Y/n aus soon becase im considering taking requests for the characters im doing from each show but the requests I take will be for scenarios mainly and they have to generally fit into my aus.

Warnings:

Suggestive themes. Strong language Mentions of sexual assault, mentions of torture and murder. Ect..

Most Y/ns are female. (I don't typically write yandere content but with Vox it's implied that y/n is a bit of a yandere.)

Fem y/n x Charlie:

Charlie's parents showed up at the hotel to remind her that she was still obligated to marry a Royal even though her and leviathan didn't work out, they heard that she was into girls so they had her engaged to the princess of raff, Y/n Charlie was understandably upset because she was already in a happy relationship with Vaggie. To which her mother responded that it was unfitting for a Royal to marry a sinner. And also reminded her that what she was trying to achieve was to get sinners into heaven, which ment if she succeeded she'd end up all alone. Charlie is around 146 years old, Charlie's mother told her that the marriage wouldn't actually take place until she was 150 giving her 4 years to get to know Y/n as she would be moving into the hotel. Charlie had to break the news to Vaggie and Vaggie immediately developed a burning hatred towards Y/n. Once Y/n got to the hotel she admitted that she didn't want to marry charlie either and leveled that the only reason they were to wed was to produce an heir (for the sake of this there's a spell in hell that allows for two people of the same gender to birth a child) Y/n suggested that once an heir was produced they would split and share custody of the kid. Y/n encouraged charlie to continue her relationship with Vaggie as Y/n had no interest in falling in love anyways. However, Charlie thought it was wrong to pursue a relationship if she was technically engaged. And as for charlie's dream to get sinners into heaven Y/n was skeptical that something like that would even work she was also worried that sinners would use it to take advantage of charlie but nonetheless she still offered to help wich inevitably made charlie drawn to her, as it was rare in hell for anyone especially a Royal to be genuinely interested in helping someone else's cause. Who's to say where these two will land in about 4 years…

Fem Y/n x Vaggie:

Y/n came to the hotel claiming to be looking for 'redemption' but in reality she was just looking for a way into heaven so she could make them pay for exileing her, she was once an angel that fell. Vaggie could see right through her and didn't trust her therefore the two didn't really get along. However Vaggie was single and Y/n was a bit of a flirt. One day Vaggie and Alastor got into a fight and y/n stepped in before Vaggie could get hurt Y/n took a serious blow in the process. Vaggie yelled at y/n asking why she'd do something so stupid to which Y/n replied that it wasn't stupid to protect someone you feel for Vaggie thought that Y/n didn't actually mean that and that she was only messing with her however it wouldn't be long before Y/n's charm got to her…

Alastor x Fem Goishaia- Y/n:

You know how I mentioned that there's a spell that allows for two people of the same gender to produce an offspring in hell according to my au well in my au stolas and blitz accidentally used that spell and magically created a daughter (I will not go into any of the details surrounding that) Their daughter Y/n had a strange upbringing to say the least it was also very strained due to the fact that Blitz and stolas's relationship caused a bit of a scandal you can imagine the response people had to the two of them having something of a secret love child. She was also a weak spot particularly on stolas's part because Stella had no problem with using her against him so it wasn't long before she had a run in with striker.. The first chance Y/n got to leave once she was old enough she took it and she went to the pride ring. and it eventually led her to the hazbin hotel and well alastor. he soon found himself feeling a way for her that he never thought he'd feel about anyone. Maybe it was because of how clear it was that she held an impressive amount of power despite having the appearance of an imp. He didn't know where she really came from or how powerful she truly was yet Alastor found himself drawn to her but every attempt he made to get closer to her only ended in her repeatedly turning him down. As she thought he was only doing it to take advantage of who she was, but he was persistent and it didn't take her long to realize that he was genuinely interested in her despite not knowing who she was. As for how the two of them start dating he saved her from an exterminator. Despite the risk to him. Making her realize that he was someone she could trust.

Cherri bomb x fem blind overlord:

Cheri went to war with turf leaders and overlords often, Cheri had heard rumors that there was a new overlord in town and despite the fact that she was rumored to be blind she was actually one of the more powerful ones. Upon meeting y/n on the battlefield Cherri had to admit that Y/n was a powerful adversary and it wasn't long before Cherri wanted Y/n on her side. The interesting thing about Y/n is that she didn't seem to be blind considering how much of a skilled fighter she was. The pair became unlikely partners as they both shared a common foe, Sir Pretentious. Dare I even say the two became friends as they wound up in an awkward I save you you save me situation. Eventually they had to face the music of their feelings for each other and it left the two of them as an explosive power couple that no one wanted to cross. Eventually Cherri learned the truth behind y/ns alleged blindness, Y/n was blind but she had a 3rd eye. And due to the fact that Cherri also had one working eye there was no shortage of lame eye jokes from Cherri.

Angel Dust x non binary Y/n (they/them pronouns:

Y/n was working for an organization similar to

I. M. P except instead of performing hits on the living world. They killed people that were already in hell seeing as they had access to blessed weapons. Usually they would only target lower class demons. But an anonymous client paid quite a bit of money in advance for the agency to perform a hit on Valentino, and said there was more money where that came from if they successfully took him out. And so the agency sent their most well trained agents for this job, Y/n. Once Y/n made it to the pride ring they decided the best corce of action would be to pose as someone who wanted to fuck Val in order to get close enough to preform the hit as distasteful as that was. One day they slipped away from val in order to scope the parimitar of his club when they got bummed into by none other than angel dust. He was most definitely high and not thinking clearly. He insisted that Y/n dance with him. They tried to resist but there was something about him that made them drawn to him. And so they danced and afterwards Angel woke up in his room dazed and confused, he had a fuzzy memory of a mysterious stranger he danced with and the thought of whoever it was gave him butterflies. Y/n would be lying if they said they hadn't thought about angel dust since their dance. He made them feel something they'd never felt before something her training went against. It didn't take long for Y/n to find out what Valentino did to angel dust. And it made their blood boil.. So much so that they compromised the mission by blindly going in for the kill and they weren't unscathed by this considering Val was pretty powerful but in the end they stood over his mangled body victorious, covered in both his and their own blood.. Y/n went to the person that they couldn't get out of their head.. Angel dust. y/n snuck past everyone in the hotel which wasn't a problem for them due to their training although they did hear someone get irritated about the blood they had left behind.. Y/n made it to angels room and knocked on the door. Angel opened it and felt his blood run cold as he saw that same mysterious stranger that he hadn't been able to get out of his head since that night, standing there covered in blood and badly hurt. They dropped a pair of broken and bloodied sunglasses in front of him that he soon recognized to be Val's.. The two shared a heart to heart as he patched them up. Y/n said they never felt anything for anyone before until they met him and angel had to admit that he'd have a hard time forgetting them after everything.. So y/n decided to quit her job with the agency as now they had a purpose. Angel dust felt a wave of emotions at once but most of all was relieved that he was now free from Valentino.. It wasn't long before Y/n was able to find a new job, with the client that hired her to kill Valentino no less, Vox. It didn't come as a surprise to them that Val hurt everyone he came into contact with, well not anymore.. It didn't take long for angel dust and Y/n to start a happy and healthy relationship as they both looked forward and left their rather ugly pasts behind them..

Husk x Fem hellhound Y/n:

Y/n was born in hell and grew up in one of those hellhound ofanages as her parents couldn't be bothered with her. Most people only adopted hellhounds for work purposes but Y/n was weak compared to other hellhounds so she was never adopted. And was kicked out onto the streets once she aged out. Y/n did a lot of things that she wasn't particularly proud of in order to make ends meet. But eventually she heard about the hazbin hotel and how they eventually let you live there rent free if you played nice. Being hell born she knew getting into heaven through 'redemption' wasn't in the cards for her but she was out of options. She was surprised to be welcomed into the hotel so warmly as she never knew that sort of kindness from anyone really. She immediately felt drawn to husk as he was nowhere near as overbearing as Charlie or as threatening as Vaggie could come off, or as inappropriate as angel dust or as overwhelmingly energetic as Nifty. Or as shifty as Alastor. Husk was her as they would say 'just right' so she amed to be his friend. Husk however said he didn't have any friends and that he didn't want any either however it wasn't long before the two of them would stay up for hours in the lobby just talking because to him she was also his 'just right ' compared to everyone else in the damned hotel. Husk was usually always drunk but he was usually a high functioning drunk and Y/n was used to people drinking a lot but whenever Y/n noticed he was drinking an unhealthy amount she would call him out on it. Y/n was pretty chill but she wasn't afraid to call people out on their shit. And to the surprise of many within the hotel, he actually listened to her. She was the first person he opened up to about his past and his pains and how he claimed to have lost the ability to feel any positive emotions without drowning his sorrows in cheap booze. And let's just say he was the first to catch feelings for her but he thought she could never love a grumpy old drunk like him but he found that if he made the effort he'd prove himself wrong..

Nifty x non binary retired turf war leader:

Y/n wound up in hell a long time ago when they were pretty young and much like Cherri Bomb they clawed their way to the top and became an overlord because that's just what you did if it didn't want to be stepped on in hell. But she never liked it. Years passed and they longed for a way out but never expected to find one. That is until they heard about the hazbin hotel, now Y/n didn't really know if redemption was possible for them after everything they did in their time as an overlord but she knew they had to try.. Y/n was mostly calm and collected while nifty was more on the chaotic side but despite how much of an unlikely pair the two seemed the two actually became friends. Nifty took an interest in Y/n's past as an overlord and asked her a ton of questions. The two got along surprisingly well. And eventually made a pact promising that if it was possible to get into heaven they would do it together and not get separated. Over time the two's bond became more than just friends. And would face whatever that entailed together..

sir pretentious x fem turf war leader y/n:

The two started off as overlords fighting for territory. Y/n was certainly a powerful adversary and put Pretentious on his ass more than once, y/n was mysterious most people didn't know much about her most didn't even know what she looked like under her hood. But one thing led to another during a battle and he wound up seeing her without her hood and immediately fell pretty hard. (I like pairing opposites together as you saw with the husk x hellhound y/n so y/n in this story is a mouse for that purpose mainly but also because it represents how she used to be 'pray' before she died) Pretentious's mashie ended up blowing up during their battle and left y/n out cold. Whenever they fought y/n obviously could have done a lot worse to him but chose not to, so if it had been him she would have spared him anyways seeing it as unfair to take advantage of an opponent when they are too vulnerable to fight. Sir Pretentious agreed with this and therefore wouldn't hurt her when she was out anyways but he couldn't deny the fact that he was starstruck by her beauty and strength. So he patched her up and their rivalry came to a bit of a pause. It was clear that she didn't exactly trust him but she did respect him more than she previously had. Eventually he tried asking her out but to no avail. He learned that she had been hurt by men..badly before she died, therefore she couldn't trust anyone. He became determined to prove himself to her. His persistence as annoying as it could be actually won her over as she stopped seeing him as a threat. And he was happy to take their relationship slow. He despite everything was a gentleman and she found that charming. She knew that if other overlords found out about their relationship it was highly possible for them to use it against them so she proposed that they pretend to still be enemies in the public eye, although now that they were dating he was quite worried about hurting her but she had no problem with putting him on his ass like she used to. There are many incidents where behind closed doors he would cry over hurting her in battle and that just made her love him even more.

Katie killJoy x fem fallen angel:

(Okay so I have seen a fanfiction on her with a fallen angel before so I guess you could say its inspired but it was really toxic and I hate toxic relationships so I made this as wholesome as I can see for her character even if it's unrealistic) Katie was following a news story, and when there was a break Tom pointed out something falling from the sky upon looking hard enough they could see it was a person.. Well an angel more specifically. They immediately shifted their focus to that and upon getting to the scene they learned that it was in fact a fallen angel. She had to be taken to the hospital before she could answer any questions. Once she woke up Katie and Tom were showing microphones in her face asking her questions. She got very uncomfortable because of Tom, and Katie soon learned the twisted truth behind heaven. Heaven was more corrupt than most of hell, one of the members of hells high council tried to rape Y/n and she was cast out of heaven for trying to tell people what he did. Katie swiftly got rid of Tom, she may be a bicth but she takes that sort of thing very seriously. Not that Tom would do something like that but he does make some jokes and remarks that make him come across as a pervert. Katie was drawn to Y/n in a strange way.. She saw Y/n as a light that threatened to go out if not protected. Usually she would have been behind putting out someone's light but she just couldn't bring herself to with Y/n.. Katie tried to be less of a bicth towards y/n however she did still come across as a little mean. However y/n wasn't fazed by that seeing as before she died she dealt with worse coming from a less than ideal family. So due to the fact she could put up with Katie meant the two became pretty close. As Katie would say 'I don't touch the gays' maybe she was reflecting her own surprised sexually a bit. It became evident pretty quickly that Y/n had a dark side that she couldn't really control. As when triggered her eyes turned red and she became a completely different person, violent and unpredictable but never towards her. Katie found this very hot. Although y/n had no recollection of what she did once she loses control and that freaks her out. Katie had too much pride to admit to herself that she actually liked Y/n. And Y/n was very oblivious. Tom tried his best to get the pair together without getting killed by Katie in the process, he could tell how much she cared by how protective she was over Y/n. Katie never thought she would feel that for anyone..

Vox x Fem overlord y/n:

Y/n was almost exactly like alastor in the sense of power and personality. If she wanted something she would get it, and that something happened to be Vox. Y/n came across as a patient level-headed person but her blood boiled for the way Valentino treated Vox when they were supposed to be partners. So when Vox walked in on y/n torturing Val he had to admit he felt a bit of fear, something that was rare for him. He was more or less not afraid of Val even when subjected to his abuse but he knew Val was dangerous and powerful.. So to see Y/n overpower him so easily without so much as a scratch on her it certainly wasn't very comforting. Y/n wasn't ashamed to be open about her feelings towards vox. Y/n had a lot of potential to be a yandere considering she could always get what she wanted. But she wouldn't hurt vox despite him knowing she could if she wanted to. she had the power to interfere with his online connection. And she's a bit of an nuisance sometimes, changing his passwords with a snap of her finger. Vox found her to be annoying at best because of her influence over him but truth be told she was a total upgrade from Val and well she was pretty hot. Their relationship wasn't exactly defined. But he didn't hate her so that was a start. She could be a bit of a dick sometimes though..

Y/n: "I changed all your passwords, good luck trying to solve em" (y/n says teasingly)

Vox: "What do you want from me!?" (He exclaims irritability)

Y/n:..."What are you willing to do?~" 😘

Rosie x fem exterminator y/n:

The exterminators were even more brutal than last clence and this time they were going after a lot of the overlords. And while they could hold their own pretty well some weren't as lucky as others. Rosie was pretty powerful but everyone had their limits. The exterminator closed in on Rosie; it had overpowered her as she was already wounded from the fight. Rosie gave it a fearful yet daring look. Rosie: "Well then. Get it over with" She challenged but to her surprise the thing had frozen. And started.. glitching..? Well it glitches enough to reveal the person behind it..a girl with beautiful eyes who was clearly trying to stop herself from killing her. And the resistance was clearly causing unimaginable pain, as tears of blood stained into the girl's skin. And the screams of pain the girl let out filled rosies entire being with dread.. there was a blinding light and the next thing this girl laid unconscious on the floor no longer the corrupted creature she was a moment ago. Rosie didn't exactly understand what just happened but nonetheless she patched the girl up. When the girl woke up she told Rosie her name. She said that she had defied the gods and as a punishment they turned her into an exterminator to mindlessly do their bidding. Rosie asked why Y/n would bother to save her despite the obvious agony trying to break free of heaven's hold. To which Y/n responded "I will not spill the blood of someone as beautiful as you" Rosie blushed at this, not used to such sincerity. Y/n was worried they'd send someone to drag her back to heaven but Rosie vowed to protect her.

End <3

Helluva boss version coming soon..

#hazbin hotel #x y/n #x reader

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thedetectivesystem · 11 months

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Please write more 17 year old Near x 27 year old Near when and if you are able to, do you have any head canons, yet? If so, i would intrested to hear? What type of personalities would they have? Who would get more shy or embarrassed ?🥹💕💕💕

hi hi ! :3c thank you so much for asking ! i have content to give… i also have so many wips but i find this pair to be very lovely… i do have headcanons ! 17 year old near is actually a bit different from 27 year old near and that is mainly due to mental age and being raised in a different generation.

so first, this is how they meet and to give some more context to this au !

17 Near is a transgender man while 27 Near is a cisgender man. It’s brought up as 17 Near asks if 27 Near is like him (he’s assuming that 27 Near is a trans male like him and is just really far into his transition) but 27 Near says, “No, I am a cisgender man. However, I find this particular difference between us interesting.”

This is an AU where 17 Near was born again in different circumstances, so two Nears exist in this universe without the other knowing.

They met online, and it makes 27 Near look like a big creep when he’s just genuinely confused to why someone who looks and acts a lot like his younger self exists.

There are noticeable differences as 17 Nears physique is different from 27 Nears, but he’s smart, and he decides to see if he can get answers if they have the same name, what happened, or if it’s just genuinely a person who acts and looks scarily like him in the past (As well as having the same first name.) By of course making an account in attempts to talk to the person.

17 Near has a bit of… Personal baggage of daddy issues.

17 Near was about to block 27 Near because blank profile and account, obvious creep, until 27 Near brings up a person question that he personally remembered in his childhood. He is then called a creep and asked how he knew that about him (17 Near.)

Things do escalate and they engage in conversation, 27 Near knew how to keep 17 Near in conversation well, and for hours, it’s himself after all.

Nears account is filled with pictures of his toys and stuffed animals, very very few photos have himself in it and it’s usually never a full face picture unless he’s showing how cute he looks for the day in his little outfits. (OOC, I know, though keep in mind it’s a modern setting and he was raised differently and had online spaces. Not in a chronic way though, he knows better than that.)

When 27 Near finally shows what he looks like (because there’s no way 17 Near would ever want to visit an online friend if he doesn’t know what they look like and no established trust is put) 17 Near is amazed and of course finds him to be very handsome. Most would say his taste in men is very odd.

17 Near doesn’t remember Wammy’s, Mello, Matt, etc. Until a bit later when 27 Near opens up to him in their online chat (27 Near wanted to test the waters to see if 17 Near remembered as well.) It’s a slow process but he begins to dream of those things, it’s also traumatic for 17 Near, as technically it happened to him too just in another life.

Once they do meet once they engage in conversation about the memories, they meet in a public place such as a cafe. (17 Near still being cautious for his safety, which is completely understandable regardless of who it is.)

17 Near dresses cute for this occasion, although cautious, he’s still attracted to 27 Near (he wonders if this is a real life equivalent to selfcest, it is.) I’m thinking of a casual ouji outfit, comfy and stylish.

personality wise, 27 year old near is an INTJ 5w6, 17 year old near is also an INTJ 5w6, although he is more of a feeler and clingy towards his loved ones in situations that 27 year old near would have to bottle down in order to solve a case.

here is a fact, 17 near doesn’t have a job, as not a lot of jobs are really autism friendly and the one he would work (librarian) he needs a higher education.

“who would be more shy or embarrassed?”

17 near would be more shy and embarrassed. 27 near can hide it well until he gets in situations he doesn’t expect himself to be in.

Headcanons

17 Near also has ADHD inattentive type.

17 Near has abilities that 27 Near does not such as cooking and baking. 17 Near learned these skills to be able to survive on his own and he genuinely enjoys it.

27 Near notices the differences in 17 Nears body and verbals behaviors when 17 Near grows more and more comfortable with him. Such as his stims (unmasking) and odd wording. (17 Near refers to himself with internet terms such as a “boywife” or “femboy”, 27 Near had to look up what these meant though given the context he has a good guess, he just wants to make sure.)

Socks, both of them have so many pairs of the same plain socks. Aside from 17 Nears thigh highs and frilly socks that he will wear when more open with 27 Near.

Referring to one another as “Near” is not confusing to them, and luckily the SPK just calls 27 Near “L”.

17 Near sometimes doesn’t let Rester make 27 Near lunch (he forgets to eat a lot due to autism and being busy with cases or stimming/building with his toys.) Just so he can make 27 Near cute bento meals for lunch.

The age gap is weird to the SPK, but it’s technically himself despite a few differences so they don’t question it.

17 Near actually makes the first move by giving 27 Near a kiss on the cheek because “a prince must give his gratitude to his knight.” When 27 Near catches him when he slips on one of his toys.

Stuffed animals fill the bedroom 27 Near let’s 17 Near have for when he comes over to stay the night. 17 Near calls it his “nest.”

Physical affection is a big love language of 17 Near, as 27 Near isn’t used to physical affection so he will gives gifts and likes quality time.

Sexuality wise they’re both gay.

27 Near really likes the thigh highs 17 Near wears.

if you have anymore questions feel free to ask !

#death note #nate river #near #Nearcest #cw age gap #Near x Near #27 Near is a bit of a perverted…

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sketch-shepherd · 1 year

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rambling some RWBY stuff

I said I needed a hiatus for a while because March has been a terrible month for me but I gotta get this off my chest. I’m gonna be talking stuff about RWBY ship discourse and a new direction I’m taking in regards to enjoying the show.

I know I said I moved on from openly talking about RWBY ship discourse since like 2020 so I’m only gonna make an exception this once because the events of V9E6 are too big for me to ignore (spoiler warning I guess cuz the episode is still super new at the time I’m writing this)

So if you’re not interested in hearing me reflect on my fandom experience and where I’m currently docked in terms of my RWBY ships then don’t read the rest of the cut.

Those who know me know that I really, really don’t like B/umbleby. Both in terms of actual writing because I find it forced with poor buildup and the toxic fanbase ruined any appeal the ship had for me literally since my early days of being in the fandom. So it should come to no surprise I’m not happy with it officially becoming canon in this episode

Though... frankly I normally wouldn’t have put much thought into how well B/umbleby is written or not because I generally just have low standards for ships in general (ffs I’ve gushed over ships from other shows that had like overall two minutes of buildup), but it’s mainly the toxic fans who really destroyed the appeal the ship had for me which is why I started to care about it way more than I should have. But I’m getting off topic, the point of this wasn’t to write an essay about my thoughts on B/umbleby.

Likewise, those who know me also know I’ve always had a strong preference for its rival ship B/lacksun. Things are little complicated with that right now, but after some careful consideration I think I’m ready to dip out of the B/lacksun community too.

Now, I’m not saying I no longer support B/lacksun, far from it. I still like B/S as a ship itself since I consider it way better written than B/B and it has more actual communication and chemistry. But frankly from my experience I just haven’t had any fun in the B/S community for a really long time. While not as bad as the toxic B/umbleby fanbase, I’ve dealt with too many B/S shippers being so outright toxic and overwhelmingly negative... I’m at the point where I’d rather just not contribute altogether.

So yeah, being in the crossfire of both of these ships, dealing with stupid toxic fans/antis alike and giving myself more paranoia and anxiety than I asked for for five whole years straight really hasn’t done favors for my mental health. So at this point I just think my enjoyment of RWBY will be easier if between the two I just don’t add anything to either community.

So what does this mean for me? Like I said, I definitely don’t hate B/lacksun as a ship itself. I might just ship it silently and maybe still include it in my AU’s or something. I’m just not gonna openly contribute to the B/lacksun community anymore

Sorry for anyone who’s liked my B/lacksun content back when I was really passionate about it in my earlier days of the fandom (if any of said people are somehow even reading this since I’ve disbanded from the fandom so much over the years).. but for anyone who cares I guess, you’re just gonna have to get used to me just straight up not engaging in B/lacksun publicly anymore. No longer drawing fanart (probably not even for a commission), liking/reblogging any posts related to the ship, writing about it, just overall making actual content.

I still like the ship for what it is, but I’m not gonna openly invest in it anymore. Definitely not compared my other RWBY ships I casually talk about like R/osegarden, L/adybug, F/reezerburn, M/onochrome, etc... That’s basically what’s become of B/lacksun for me. B/umbleby on the other hand... yeah I still dislike it like I always have.

Sigh... but I digress. This weekend has basically given me a reason to reset. Half a fucking decade is not a good period of time to worry so damn much about ship discourse to the point it came at the expense of the real reason I enjoy RWBY... which is the plot and characters.

That’s all. THAT was the real reason I became drawn to RWBY when I first started watching it back in 2018. Not the stupid fucking shipping. Shipping was never going through my mind when I first bingewatched Volumes 1-5. Hell, my interest in shipping didn’t come until way later as like a second thought until I started looking at fan content more.

And now that I’ve seen what worrying over shipping so much did for me for five years straight... I’m turning a new leaf. A “stop giving a fuck” leaf. My experience of loving RWBY in the past five years would have been so much different if I didn’t prioritize ship wars over everything.

But, like I said. I’m undoing all that now. Going back to the mindset I had when I was new to the show before I learned of ship discourse and fandom drama. And I’m gonna see if it works for the rest of V9, as well as the rest of the show.

This is also NOT an invitation to talk about ship discourse or r/wde shit in my dm’s (something I unfortunately HAVE to say based on past experiences of people taking my words as r/wde or criticism shit). I wrote this ramble as a means of explaining that I still truly love RWBY despite some of the narrative choices I don’t like and cutting the fandom drama out.

To conclude in words of moistcr1tikal, that’s about it. See ya.

#sketch text #rwby #ship discourse #<-- i hope this is the last fucking time I use this tag for this fandom

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loonyoz · 13 days

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Idk I guess I should make a pinned post? Sideblogs, links to my art posts, and info about me below the cut

@hezele is where I’m attempting to write fanfiction

I might make a sideblog for my art someday? Idk

My Art:

Right now I just have very random bg3 art

Wyllstarion Howl’s Moving Castle AU:

Wyll making a pact

Wyll and Astarion

Sketch of Wyll in demon bird form

Sketch of fem!Wyll

Strictly Ballroom Wyllstarion

Sketch of Branwyn, @/odessa-castle 's oc from their lovely fic Nothing Like the Sun. (highly recommend giving it a read!)

Used to have supernatural art and non fan art posted but got self conscious and deleted it lol.

Other notes and info about me:

I would list all my interests (like books, shows, etc.) but uhhh that list is way too long. Honestly I feel like I love most things/genres/media and am always looking for more art to engage with and appreciate.

I try to put alt text on all my posts that have images but I’m pretty sure I’m ass at it lol. Lmk if you have suggestions for me on how to make my posts more accessible or my alt text better and I will do my best to implement it.

This is the internet so I really don’t want to share much about myself, but I think it goes without saying I’m very neurodivergent and queer lol. I use way too many terms but genderfluid, transmasc, and nonbinary are the best descriptors for myself.

Branching off of that I want to say the internet is a difficult place to navigate, especially socially. I’m sure I make lots of mistakes on how to communicate best with people online, but I try my best to do so as respectfully and kindly as possible. The internet is a great way to get information and have discussions about important topics, but there are many pitfalls and problems that can occur that are too numerous and complicated to get into here (although I’m sure anyone whose been on the internet for all of 5 seconds is familiar with them).

I use tumblr mainly to discuss creative media and I also don’t feel I’m qualified or informed enough to speak on most serious/real world topics. So I try to avoid bringing up alot of real world issues on my blog because I worry I would only be detrimental to these causes. Of course, creative media is not off in its own bubble from the real world and so real life problems are bound to be part of the art or discussions.

I bring this up for two reasons. One, I don’t want people to see my lack of activism and feel uncomfortable, or that I don’t care. This is unavoidable but perhaps this alleviates some people’s worries. Two, I want people to know I’m open to constructive criticism and learning new things. If I post something that you think is misinformed or hurtful, and you’re willing to tell me, I want to know about it and what I can do to improve. And on lighter note, I love to analyze stories and art and provide my thoughts and opinions on it. My favorite thing is to have discussions/arguments about interpretations of stories and ideas. So as long you approach me in a respectful/kind way I would be overjoyed to chat.

Anyway if you read this far, thanks for slogging through the wall of text :). Tumblr is glitchy but Im pretty sure most of my followers are bots I need to block 🤷

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themadvigilantist · 1 year

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How interested is your muse in sex and sexual activity?

Vanilla Sunday Meme

For muns who aren’t into explicit sexual content, but don’t mind approaching the topic.

Feel free to cross out any questions you aren’t comfortable with!

alright, here's a long one

It's a free for all for V and their siblings. Honestly, if their partner isn't into it, it is less likely they would be as well. As long as one communicates this clearly. Like a hard no and follow up with typical friend behaviour is something that they can do. It's mainly the hot-cold approach of saying one thing but show no real signs that back those words up that really trips them. Mean what you say and say what you mean really grants them the cut-dry approach. That being said, they do have a whacked sense of flirting - sorry other villain muns, fighting and attempting to kill them does not breed the usual wanted effect of fear and terror you are used to seeing or assuming to see.

Their mentioned sister - Allura - is very much borderline asexual and that is a spectrum within itself in her case. She can find someone attractive but, will never engage in romance. Small romances sure but, those are extremely few and far between.

Please, when we plot and you ask: well, why wouldn't they do xyz? i thought they were a hero?? And i answer simply that they are into it - i mean they are into it. Please ask for a list because just seeing that they hate torture simply because they were tortured despite then going around torturing people is not as black and white as you think. They hate being tortured non-consentually. They would like to know what type of torture you are going to do to them and will act scared if you are clear in saying: i am not trying to seduce you by torture.

they are monsterfuckers incorporated and trademarked, find. another. way. to. verbally communicate. the only monster they are not fucking is any type of 🤮paedophile🤮. thats their hard hell fucking no. not even the villain muses do this. because its the only tact they have. like even for teacher student aus its very much in my head of 'oh the teacher is 25/30/35/40 and the student is 25/30/35'' either its a two to five year age gap or both are the same age but the student is re entering college to get a degree and they are taking that class because its required or they found a new interest or xyz here. im not thinking a 19 yr old muse is gonna fuck christopher lloyd-looking ass muse. all the fcs are around the same age range. unless you got an leo dicaprio muse then you have a very unfortunate limit and you need to find a switch up fast im joking im joking

[If I learned anything by time lord canon is that time lords or gallifreyans only stay dead if they themselves will it so. Please do not come in here assuming that everyone is coming in with real world logic because every single time lord i have listened and read and watched and heard referenced do not come in with that. especially eighth doctor and champion of surviving the unsurvivable - the master. you can kill them stone dead, they are back. villains that are like 'oh im the next john kramer jigsaw fear me' will cry that this species not only can lose the game but will live and will walk out - find you - and ask as if expecting the next test and where they sign up for it. my time lord muses go by this logic happily so, don’t dish out what you ain't willing to recieve and you better hope your normal human muse can survive it because human indestructiblity is only indestructible for humans by humans so somewhere in that should an alien element somewhere. the only indestructible part of aliens i have seen is sigourney weaver.]

That being said, when it comes to villain muses - such my own like morally gray Dantalion or... Einzelgänger or their side muses like... Finsternis or whoever - it is very much them only being into it once they can incorporate something they like as part of it. Einzelgänger isn't into sex - she loves dominating people because its like the water version of strong alcohol of actual no-survival torture. But she isn't into it.

as you can see sex is very interwoven with torture here and that the muses are also incorporating some elements of bdsm into 🛑very-not-bdsm-at-all situations🛑 for my muses but, it's not a requirement if your muse is not into that. they can do fluff and normal sex (as an au), they just overthink.

except for einzelgänger, its blood/bruise or bust for you lot if you want any kind of sexual activity from her. otherwise, hit da bricks if you aint feelin it.

#answered #ooc #nytehavyncircle #electra queued

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abyssmalice · 2 years

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(literally spent ten minutes trying to remember what it was i was gonna write on tumbloo dot com after i scrolled for two seconds on tweeter and completely lost my train of thought somehow)

(Anyway!

saw a twit thread discussing some of childe’s cn voicelines and how they trace to the three kingdoms + childe’s personality and lore as efficient, cunning, and the “vanguard” of the harbingers and the tsaritsa. very cool thread and i love how it enhances his character in a way ww

but besides that, it did make me think about my smol toni............... how in her own au, she’s Not viewed in the same light as childe in canon

her disloyalty from the get-go and her childish antics means her reputation among the harbingers is actually among the less severe ones - she doesn’t command fear, she isn’t associated with war and battle though she is nonetheless associated with the fatui as a ranked member, a military figure. she is associated with chaos much like childe, but she isn’t associated with a similar danger—at least not publicly or majorly so.

my current hc that she doesn’t have her own contingent of fatui working for and under her also means that while she has the authority and her orders will be followed, in general, she isn’t seen as a leader in the same vein as childe - she doesn’t “lead the charge”, guiding and leading troops into an engagement.

instead, with her mainly solitary and silent pursuit of missives and pulling of strings and resources to accomplish things as needed - at best, she is seen as the fatui’s wild card. an unpredictable factor to the very last, where the chances of success or failure are truly, wholly unknown once she enters matters. her presence could lead to anything happening.

her reputation doesn’t incite fear but she’s still a troublemaker - she doesn’t have a dangerous impression (for the most part) but she is v much a chaotic piece in any game - and her lonesome, do-as-she-likes-and-needs tendencies for fatui work means she can be a very sudden, random variable when she’s around, using resources and commanding people as she so desires on whims.

in that sense....... i guess, while she is v much associated with the fatui, she’s probs also seen as very independent of it, doing things as she pleases by herself. which to the more cautious might seem like a more dangerous thing, because she’s nowhere liable to follow orders from the tsaritsa or even her own colleagues - she’s well and truly a rogue element of the fatui, who generally follows the organization since she Does ultimately advance their plans, but she’s also a vocal dissident who shows a very genuine disinterest in doing as told and certainly does act in contrary and sabotaging ways.

sdugcyusdysdgsd it’s just a very fascinating position and perspective, in a way dcsdctsfsdyfytfds !!!!

tl;dr smol toni isn’t considered the vanguard of the fatui - she’s considered the wild card of the fatui, a related but more independent figure from the fatui. i would go so far as to say, in very poetic terms, she’s viewed like a butterfly or a gamble—a flap of wings causing storms or the pure uncertainty beholden in the idea of luck and outcomes.

but wild card is easier and also funnier - since, well, a wild card might be a card that doesn’t fit with the rest of the deck, but similarly, it can well be the joker. the jester. a funny association, since i hc pierro is her mentor and overseer within the fatui................. l o l)

#headcanons | (without love it cannot be seen);#ooc | (written and loved and forgotten);#(i s2g i have......... Something going on up in this mixed up rubix cube of a brain)

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i-need-air · 3 years

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Hey, you can ignore this if you want. But, just a thought, hybrid Izuku? Like maybe he has a kinda bad past too, just because I live for the angst beginning to fluffy end.

Sorry it took me a couple of days to answer! I wanted to switch it up and I mainly had to think a way to make Izu work as a hybrid, so I decided to make him be a bunny hybrid [ blame his cute hero costume, srsly ] I ended up writing the small amount of 3.7k words somehow— [ listen, i get emotionally involved, ok??? 😭 ] I genuinely hope you like it! 💕

[ Masterlist ]

Hybrid!AU Bunny!Midoriya Izuku

× you looked at the man sitting in the corner of the cell, both petrified staring at each other

× his bunny ears were lowered, his green eyes widened in your direction

× all you could do was to stand still, shocked and without being able to even mask it

× he looked awful to say at least

× meanwhile the reception guy that accompanied you for a tour of the shelter whispered in your direction; "This one is in really bad shape. Very traumatized, poor soul..." he clicked his tongue before continuing "He's been sent here from another shelter cities away, I don't know much about him and he won't talk."

× you could not look away even if you tried

× the reason why you decided to pass by the shelter was because you offered to help voluntarily in the weekends as you had some free time

× you did read and hear horror stories about the shelters and the hybrids thrown in them, how underfunded they were, how bad the conditions there were and how little help they had but—

× even if you came prepared for the worst you got surprised with the state some of the hybrids were in

× specially this one; his name was on a plaque by his prison like cell— Midoriya Izuku

× he had bruises, cuts, his hands looked specially beaten up and scarred, his behavior was erratic, nervous, just a disaster...

× something deep inside told you to smile and show him you're no threat, so you did

× you introduced yourself and nodded your head, really trying to keep a calm composture but your heart hurt seeing him like that

× much to your surprise, he nodded back, still uncertain but didn't move from his place, far back in the cell

× you've been gently pushed away to continue the tour and to establish your tasks, all while being thanked for your kindness; you didn't know why you felt like throwing up at the indifference in the man's voice...

× there weren't many hybrids in the shelter anyway, yet you've gotten your scheduled hours in which you'd help clean and cook and as you left for the day after some introduction to those tasks; your mind still lingered on Midoriya Izuku even through the night, as his terrified eyes stole the sleep from you that same night

× the following two days you began your volunteering hours and always kept an eye for the hybrid; he was skittish and asocial even at lunch and dinner times, did not talk to any other hybrid and specially not to any worker there

× he caught your eyes multiple times whenever you'd be in his general proximity, yet you'd see him scurrying away instantly, which made you feel unease; you weren't any threat, really, so maybe with time...

× it's when you brought your own cleaning supplies [ because there were little to none ] and decided to help clean their "rooms", so called by the staff, when you firstly got to talk to him

× you reached his cell and he was reading an old book, probably borrowed from the small library they had; he snapped his eyes up when he heard you approach

× "Hello, Midoriya" you'd say gently, heart in your throat, really scared you'd frighten him

× he just nodded and looked away, not before giving your cleaning supplies a long look, knowing what's to come

× with his permission, he let you go inside as you started preparing everything to swipe the floors, putting the broom in a corner as you leaned down to pick some other stuff; what you didn't notice was how the broom was gently falling, almost about to hit you on the head

× the green-haired hybrid was on your side instantly, catching it; it would've been a small tap on your head and most out of the situation would've been you looking ridiculous but you chuckled at the scene and thanked him wholeheartedly

× smol bean blushed so hard you almost dropped everything in your hands at the sight; "N-no problem—" he stuttered, his voice sweet and shy 🥺

× he stood there fidgeting with the book in his hands watching you move around until you heard an unsure "Can I help you?" 🥺🥺

× you told him sure, if he'd like to, mainly worried he really didn't want you in his "territory" but the man took it as an invitation and—

× it didn't stop at his cell? he helped you all day???? you cleaned around together but not without an awkward air around both; which ngl it's funny bc he's staring whenever you talk to everyone, clean, help, so on; big round eyes are always on you;;; IF YOU LOOK THO, oops— "what an interesting wall right there!" - Midoriya, probably.

× it's from then that you notice a switch; whenever you're at the canteen, he's there offering to help, looking just as skittish as always but a small blush always on his face

× whenever you'd be playing with the younger hybrids he'd watch in awe bc you treat them so well

× exactly when he actually starts talking to you more too! he's in the impromptu playground with you and the few little ones when he suddently drops your name in a stutter and says you're kind-hearted

× you almost drop dead in the spot bc his look, man; you haven't seen him so sure of something until now and it did something to you

× it's been a month and hybrids came and got adopted, yet your new friend wasn't really getting any attention; he really acted terrified and you of course questioned his behavior; you knew nothing of his past but seeing the way he acted it could've been just awful

× as you started to slowly engage in larger conversations with Izuku, it's at the canteen that this time you've been caught staring; at his hands in particular

× he was helping you cook, which he really didn't know how to do but tried nonetheless just because he really enjoyed being around you [ or so you assumed, hopeful ]

× when he realizes where you're looking at, you almost dreaded him retracting from the situation like he used to do but he just looks down at them too and sighs

× "I was at a fighting ring—" he said, pursing his lips "—but I'm a rabbit hybrid... a prey... they used me as a punching bag."

× your heart rips in two as you're speechless; even if you tried to be careful with your movements not to spook the man, you could not help yourself by putting your hand on his

× and that's how Midoriya Izuku died, end of HCs 💀

× just kidding; he almost fainted, face fully red as his ears perked up, staring at you with big eyes yet did not move an inch

× and even if his face would've been adorable in any other situation, his words remained imprinted in your mind as you squeezed his hand in yours

× "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Izuku" you whispered back at him; he just nodded and blabbered something before continuing with the task clumsily

× boy is broken for the rest of the day, that's what I'm implying

× bad news got to you when you found out you couldn't go to the shelter anymore to help; your hours got increased at work and your shift was all over the place and even if you really did talk with your boss, it was decided that for now you had to adapt

× dread filled your gut when you realized you couldn't see Izuku anymore and with that you noticed how fond you grew of him, that's why you loathed the next visit there

× but— you really wanted to see him more; getting to spend time with him and helping around was what got you through the week...

× you told him slowly that same Saturday and it visibly broke him

× he tears up and tries to mask it as best as he can, yet he nods understanding

× "Will— Will I ever see you again?" the soft tremble in his voice shook you to the core

× "Of course. Every day, if you'd like." you blurted;;;;; he blinks at you, tears stopping just to have his head tilted to the side, ears flopping with the movement. "Would you like to come home with me?" you say, idea just popping in your head and balling it;

× he cries harder then he nods

× everything about your volunteering ceasing for the time was already filled in, you guys just needed to fill some paperwork for him, grab his little to no belongings and get the hell out

× small gym-bag in hand, i sweat to god, this man is overwhelmed with being outside

× stays glued to your side all the time, specially on busy streets towards your home

× once you feel him grab on your shirt just for precaution and you melt?? but let him have it

× once you arrived, you see tension leave his body as he smells his surroundings; mf drops a "It smells like you here" through a smile before realizing what he said and getting all flustered 💀

× sooo you move past that as you can and show him around, a spare bedroom not long ago used by your old roommate offered to him

× you only see his surprisingly muscled back as he enters the room and drops the gym-bag on the floor

× he slowly turns around to look at your face and fat ass tears run down his cheeks, not being able to say a word even if he tried

× hands-down the scene almost gives you a panic attack; he then asks if it's all for him and you assure him that indeed it is when he cries harder...

× ok, that again shreds your heart but it wouldn't be the last time

× like for example the moment of utter disbelief he threw at you when you asked him what he wanted to eat that night and he didn't know how to respond because nobody, ever, asked him; you got that as a response after asking if you said something wrong

× or the following Monday, when you suggested you went to do some shopping for him in the morning, since there wouldn't be many people and it would be calmer

× the look of awe in his face, istg...

× from then on he opens up pretty nicely too; it's such a refreshing sight to see him tell you about how he learned to use the computer, TV, phone— the sparks in his eyes whenever he talks of something new he learned? imagine it and now you've gained 20 more years of lifespan, you're very welcome

× such a soft cutie, i swear 🥺 always asks things about you and gives you the same sparkly eyes when he learns more about you

× it does take him some time to come out if his shell though

× you fastly realize he's a nerd; oops, but it's true, and definitely isn't a bad thing! he just really likes to learn about everything and anything and I feel he genuinely likes to tell you about those new facts

× i hope you like them bc when he learned new cool stuff he made a note to tell you about them bc he thought you'd find them cool too and—

× is very tidy and helps around the house, but when it comes to being social he just freezes

× you ask him if he'd like to go for walks and you see him itching to go out for some fresh air, although the thought of other people...

× with time and small walks around the neighborhood, he overcomes the fear as long as you're by his side

× will definitely want to go back to the shelter to volunteer even if you can't, but the fear of walking there just overtakes him again since he'd have to do it alone

× mentions it though

× his expression is so uneasy bc he feels like a burden

× maybe you could work around your schedule to take him there and pick him up? he genuinely loved giving a hand at the shelter so if you do, Izu would be so thankful

× in a few weeks he'd gain the confidence to walk alone

× one 💕adorable💕 thing he does without even thinking is jumping around you, or just in place

× "Today little Miya got adopted!" he'd say, hopping slightly in place "I could tell they were good people too! They had good intentions... just like when I saw you for the first tim—"

× so he mumbles without thinking;; and sometimes blurts out cute stuff like that but when he realizes what he's saying he gets very shy 🤭

× he has this fluff smol tail but we don't talk about it;;; no, no, it's too much for us, I promise you it's the cutest fucking thing you've seen in your whole existence and it moves a little bit and we all die here???? he hides it though, pft

× so fluffy we gonna dieeeee

× he steals your blankets

× hear me out, omg! he does!! if you have small blankets you just throw over yourself to stay on the couch or anything, sometimes they'd dissappear only to be found in his room; he's very sneaky about it but cracks under [the zero] pressure you put on him, leading him to say "It's because whenever you're not around, I like to have something close to me that smells like yOu! it makes me feel sAfe—" his voice cracks "BUT IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO, I'LL STOP, I JUST—" he'd placate his hands instantly, apologizing

× tell him it's okay and now your hoodies are gone too lmfao

× he's a muscular guy too so consider buying really big ones just for him to wear;;; after you wore them;;;;;;

× says sorry a lot and that's a thing you have to work with a lot

× if he messes up something, he will apologize instantly; if you tell him to stop bc you don't mind he forgot to put the washing machine as he promised he will act like he's the worst

× as if he feared you'd get angry...

× i know it's a recurring topic but give him time

× whenever you both have free time and hang around the house, he'll be on the couch reading near you

× eyes you constantly and he's so obvious about it it's ridiculous; you can see him from the corner of your vision when he turns his head to check on you so through a smile you have to ask him if he needs anything

× what's fantastic is that he's getting over the point of being scared to speak out around you YET he stutters, blushing

× "N-no, nothing!" but he's observing your comfortable form with much interest

× "Wanna... cuddle with me?" [ 's not like you read about bunny hybrids and how they need skin contact which definitely didn't make you uwu and die in the spot bc that's so 🤧💕😭💘🥺 but you waited for him to show any signs that he'd want that; we're respectful like that, mhm ]

× his fluffy ear twitches

× shock, disbelief, blush

× it twitches again

× blushes harder then nods

× sksjdkdjd he's by your side instantly though with no idea of what to do

× good lord, he's so stiff; why don't you grab a blanket to throw it over both of you, hmm?

× he'd bury himself into it then into your arms and soon he'll find out being there is his favorite place in the galaxy

× since his mind drifted to galaxies, Izu then starts talking about constellations bc he's nervous

× so when you rub his back he melts into you with a happy sigh yet when your hand reaches his hair, almost about to touch the top of his head mindlessly as you hum at his words

× he flinches— then you stop to look down at him, catching him wide eyed staring into nothing

× you don't even know why you apologize; maybe his horrified face?

× but before you can form a full sentence he interrupts you

× "Don't apologize. It's not your fault—" he'd glue his eyes on you "I— I used to get bullied a lot back then... they'd pull my ears..."

× without any other explanation you take your hand away, placing it on his shoulders, mainly feeling out of place again; every time he speaks of his past, it just gets worse...

× "But! But I trust you, [Y/N]. I really do." and he leads your hand back to his head

× 🥺💕💕💕💕💕

× then, with convinced features, he drops his head on your chest and snuggles for some good seconds before it clicked to him

× now he's apologizing

× until you ruffle his hair and he just experiences bliss in real life

× massage his scalp and say goodbye to ever leaving his side, you're now in his firm grip until the end of time but who's complaining

× like he has no shame anymore, it feels that good

× he can hear your heartbeat, as fast as it is, and he snuggles further into you; it's his lullaby

× now let's get to business

× look: he's adorable, sweet, doting, cares about you and about hybrids, he's actively trying to get out of his shell, he's built but tender, couldn't hurt a fly;

× don't lie to yourself, you've got a big fat crush

× little did you know this guy right here liked you from the moment you introduced yourself to him, months prior

× the issue is Izuku is really insecure; after hearing his whole life that he's inferior to both humans and some hybrids, he started believing it

× and comments whenever you're outside with him do not help

× he has a spectacular hearing

× doesn't miss how people whisper about you two, even if you mind your own business doing whatever

× it's mostly older people, judgemental and disgusted with hybrids that call you a freak for having one, that call him an abomination

× he tries so hard to ignore them but his behavior changes back to his silent old self, yet this time he doesn't cower anymore although grips his pants until his scarred hands are white, not answering back to you if you talk

× you have to assume he's again uncomfortable outside so you suggest leaving, not sure how to behave

× he kinda snaps on your way back home when there's nobody around

× stops in the middle of the road, looking down, brow furrowed and trembling lips

× "Am I never going to be good enough for you?" he'd clench his teeth

× "Izu—, what...?"

× the determined glare he sends you stops you in your tracks

× "Because I want to be. I want to be better for you."

× 😳

× basically confesses in a dramatic way as he's overtaken with emotions then screeches bc oh no what if you don't feel the same so "I-It's okay if you don't feel the same! If you're uncomfortable I can move back to the shelter!! I'm so sorr—"

× smooch him pls????

× and share your feelings just to give him a stroke lmfao

× he'll take the initiative to grab your hand and walk home like that, the other on his face covering it

× peck his lips and he malfunctions every time

× but loves it

× be sure of this: after that night, he's so soft for you and won't hide it

× he's a creature of contact, meaning his fingers will linger on your form, he will seek your form, he will want to snuggle his face in your neck, he definitely will stare at your lips for too long bc he's still shy and embarrassed by his confession to make a move; smooch him pt. 2

× he's so— adorable; he finds himself in front of your bedroom door with your blanket in his arms and has an existential crisis

× you see his shadow at the small creak under the door and akfjaksj

× open the door and let him sleep with you ffs I'm having a stroke for him

× can he be the little spoon? or can you two hug face to face? it's just that 🥺 he feels safe with you like that, a feeling he's been always missing

× any time you're in his arms or vice-versa he breathes out as tension leaves his body; best place in the whole universe, no hesitation.

× he's a petty lil shit, let me tell you that, ok??

× someone flirts with you? lol k he's behind looking not intimidating at all but he's frowning, his ears are twitching and chest puffed

× takes your hand just to prove a point

× talking about his hands

× kiss them, caress them, anything

× he just... yes, pls, do that

× whenever you're not looking he's giving you the gentlest smile and even if you notice, his lips will curl even more before he throws a compliment at you

× pretty much likes your reactions bc he's always the one that's flustered the most between the two [ genuinely doesn't matter if you get flustered or not, he just tops that energy 100x more ]

× likes to know he has the same effect you have on him on a daily basis

× will try to find a job at something he's interested in and i definitely see him finding one at a library or something like that

× he enjoys the silence, completely different from his old loud and over the place life, and also loves books

× unrelated hc but i just imagined Izu whispering the words out loud whenever he reads without noticing it; his green eyes focused in the book, face concentrated and ears low to not get in his field of vision; want to make him happy? listen to him and when he finally notices you, tell him to go on~

× he's the embodiment of akfwpdkslfjjwj 💕

× honestly your life with him is peaceful

× the way he loves is gentle, really sweet and it all revolves about peace in your household

× he adores you to no end and thanks you for helping him improve himself

× and getting him out of a life without a goal or purpose

× gets out of his way to help you, always you and wants to prove he's good enough

× he already is and you better tell him

× give this baby all the love he deserves and you'll get just as much in return

× I'm soft for him oml 💘

#midoriya izuku x reader #deku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya headcanons #hybrid!au #hybrid!midoriya #hybrid!deku #noirewrites

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neutinya · 4 years

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Hi! More Music Major Hiro and Art Major Issei AU!! Am I okay? Absolutely not this meme has occupied my head for 3 days

Please continue reading for headcanons I wrote for them!

Firstly, I just wanna say these two are idiots who like each other but take forever to confess

Because they don’t take the same classes, they text each other a lot during class lmao

This mainly includes Issei sending Hiro memes that reminded Issei of the creampuff djjsjd, which also meant you had Hiro fucking swooning like a fucking idiot everytime

Issei makes small crafts and things, he makes Hiro little sculptures of memes or stuff that reminded him of hiro before giving it to the strawberry-blonde

Hiro is probably a huge rock nerd honestly, also headcanon based on canon!! Hiro’s voice is lower than people portray and I just wanna say that when Hiro sings 😳😳😳 he has a raspy kinda voice hfjdjfjdj that Issei finds mad attractive

Hiro was pretty shy about singing in front of Issei at first, but he kinda opens up and now he really likes it because Issei really did seem to like his music

Because their beds were across from each other and not bunk beds, sometimes they’d just stretch their hand over and kinda just show each other stupid memes or hold hands platonically and talk about stuff

Hiro was generally quite insecure about his music even though he had this sort of confidence that people assumed was his true self, Issei has always been one of the only people who could tell when Hiro was genuinely down and made sure to always be there for him

Ever since Hiro met Issei, he’s been writing songs at a rate he never had?? Like god Issei made him feel so many things and he was just ????

Hiro never really performs the songs in front of Issei because it was quite obvious it was about Issei hdjsjdjd

When they do get together though, Issei is always the first person to listen to any of Hiro’s songs

Hiro used to have an ex and he talked to Issei about it before, he told Issei it was an ugly breakup for all the wrong reasons which made him wary of dating again

Of course that was before Hiro realised he liked Issei, but at that Issei already liked Hiro so that was just one of the many things that prevented them from admitting their feelings

Also Hiro confessed when he was wasted as fuck fhjsjd, he isn’t able to hold his alcohol well, especially compared to Issei and he just poured his heart out into telling Issei how much he liked him and how he couldn’t think straight around him at all (haha, straight) before proceeding to puke on the couch

Issei helps him clean up before spending the rest of the night thinking about the confession while Hiro was asleep

The next day Hiro realises how badly he fucked up and tries to brush it off but Issei is just like “I like you too, full homo”

And yeah that’s how they start dating and going around doing stupid shit like cafe hopping or cycling around exploring places whenever they were out of classes

They make it a point to always have a meal together at least once everyday and yeah, they just really love each other and are stupid but yes

When both of them graduate, they get an apartment together, big enough for each of them to have their own studios. Issei had established enough connections during his university years and managed to do freelance kinda stuff but Hiro did struggle a bit

But things got better and Hiro managed to get signed by a pretty famous record label djjsjs, Hiro proposes about a year after they moved in together and they stay engaged for a few years before actually getting married

Okay I’m done sorryndjsudhjs

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#hanamatsu #matsuhana #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #my art #dem!!#music major hiro!!#art major issei!!#sdghbkfgbfkg #kfgj dem #ahhhhh #help

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nothing-more-than-hot-leaf-juice · 4 years

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Ok modern zuko would be an expert at breakdancing and sokka would be the guy who just bi-panicks whenever he does

(whoops, my hand slipped and I accidentally wrote a modern au headcanon turned zukka karate au one-shot)

Okay but consider this instead: Zuko doesn’t know how to dance for shit and has horrible rhythm, but he is a GOD at martial arts. He’s been doing some type of style since he was a kid and is a full black belt by the time he hits high school. Martial arts was always something he excelled at, but it was also something that made him feel more secure. It was something he could work on to help him protect himself from his home life, even if it wasn’t enough most times. He specifically excels in weapons forms (I’m thinking twin sais) and you DO NOT want to spar with him. Because he may be skinny and shorter, but he’s quick and can hit hard at just the right spots.

When he was younger he was obsessed mainly because he felt that belt rankings and trophies from competitions were a way to prove himself to his dad, but when he moved in with Iroh (who encouraged him to keep it up and was so proud of how talented and passionate he was about it), he basically used it in place of talking about his feelings. He didn’t talk about his home life or the shit Ozai did, instead, he put all his energy into his black belt levels, learning new weapons forms, and eventually into teaching new students as a junior instructor.

At school, he’s awkward and asocial and just doesn’t have the energy for people. Zuko has little patience for asshole classmates who ask intrusive questions about his scar or spread rumors about where he got it. He eats lunch in his English classroom and would be a complete shut-in if Iroh didn’t get him to work part-time at the Jasmine Dragon. But in the dojo, he’s focused and is able to direct his energy into improving his forms and teaching younger teens.

One of his newer students transferred from a different dojo after moving from a different state. He’s actually a freshman at Zuko’s high school but it’s not as if Zuko really interacted that much with him. This kid, Aang, is as talented and dedicated as he is, but has a long way to go to learn all the new katas. Zuko’s been dubbed the ‘scary’ trainer at the dojo. He’s the serious one who will yell if someone is goofing off and everyone’s seen that he has no problem using full force in a demonstration (little kids love him and he’s super nice to them, but he teaches the 12-15 age range). Plus there’s that scar, which doesn’t make him the most initially welcoming person. But this new kid Aang just latches onto Zuko immediately. He says hi to Zuko in the halls at school and works on his katas outside of regular practice times. At first Zuko thinks this sickeningly positive kid is annoying as crap, but warms up to him. He likes that Aang cares about martial arts and isn’t nice as a show, he’s just genuinely nice.

And maybe he sees Aang hanging around school with a sophomore girl and her brother who just might be in Zuko’s calc class and English class.

And maybe Zuko thinks this guy is insanely attractive and somehow incredibly funny even though most of his humor consists of the worst puns imaginable.

But obviously, Zuko hasn’t attempted to ever actually talk to this guy. The most that he could classify as ‘talking’ to the cute, funny guy on the robotics club is the one day in English class when he had to respond to someone’s dumbass comment about Macbeth with what ended up being a ten minute spoken essay about obvious motifs and symbolism. To which Mr. Puns and Ponytail was very obviously paying great attention to and even gave Zuko a smile and thumbs up for.

Zuko knows it’s pointless to engage. After all, he’s a senior and he doesn’t have any friends anyway. There’s no point in making any this year. Crushing on this guy from the comfortable position of the other side of the room is totally good enough for him. Totally. This is fine. He’s fine.

Besides, he’s got competitions and if he doesn’t secure the regional championships this year he’s never going to get the chance after he goes to college. And he’s got his kids to train. Aang in particular is gearing up for his first debut into this area’s tournament.

The tournament’s in October and usually, Zuko focuses on his own matches and performances, but Aang really wanted him to watch his set. So on this day, he stands on the sides of Aang’s zone instead of obsessively going through his katas in a corner.He’s not going to be able to watch the whole set because it overlaps with his own weapons portion, but he stands on the side and gives Aang a reassuring look that, ‘don’t worry, you’ll do great, you’re a talented kid,’ when his student looks over to him nervously.

And wouldn’t you know it? Aang brought some friends to come watch. And one of them is Mr. Zuko’s Big Gay Crush.

“Oh, hey Zuko,” are the words that come out of this guy's mouth that give Zuko a near-stroke. And damn if this guy’s eyes aren’t blue and pretty and he usually wears his hair in a ponytail at school, but now he’s wearing it down and Zuko wishes he could take screenshots with his brain because holy moly.

“Hey.” Is the best that Zuko can get out of his dumb mouth. “You’re Sokka.”

“Aang invited us to come watch,” Sokka nudges his head to indicate the ‘us’ includes his younger sister, who Zuko doesn’t know the name of. “How do you guys not get heatstroke during these things? It’s like a million degrees in here.”

“Oh the gi’s pretty cold, I mean, it’s got air and stuff.”

Zuko decided right there that he would be completely fine with being struck by lightning. Of course, that’s what his stupid brain would come up with. Of course, that’d be the thing he’d say in front of one of the smartest guys in his class.

They watch Aang perform his set for the judges. Zuko recognizes that Aang took his advice when he said that he wasn’t putting enough force into his hits. He’s never seen Aang be as, well, aggressive isn’t the right word, but he’s definitely putting more power into his form. Zuko wouldn’t admit it, though, but only part of his attention was for Aang at the moment. The other part was for Sokka, who was smiling bright and pumping his fists when Aang completed a row of kicks.

The small part of Zuko’s brain that wasn’t being taken up by watching Aang or trying to act normal around his crush noticed the clock on the wall indicating that the weapons portion would be starting in five minutes.

“I’ve got to go do a thing so I’ll just, um, go do that now.”

“Are you competing too?” Sokka asked.

To this question Zuko just holds up his sais and raises his eyebrow as if to say ‘it’s a tournament, what do you think?’ Because yeah, he knows Sokka’s super smart, he’s seen him churn out calc answers at the speed of light and noticed his name on the robotics club awards update on the school’s website, but he’d also seen Sokka eat 5 packs of fundip at once on a dare and unironically wear a ‘women want me, fish fear me’ t-shirt for most of junior year. Somehow he had managed to fall for the smartest dumbass on earth.

“Oh yeah, right.” Sokka eyes the sais and then looks right at Zuko’s face, “Aang says you’re really good.”

Zuko decides that thinking about Aang talking to Sokka about him was something he didn’t need distracting him during his set. That was something he could anxious about later.

“Hopefully good enough for those five assholes,” Zuko replies, gesturing to the panel of judges in the weapons section of the gymnasium. To his shock, Sokka laughs. It’s a nice laugh, too. And Zuko really hoped he could blame the blush that was one-hundred-percent creeping up his face on the lack of AC.

“You know, you’re pretty funny man,” Sokka tells him. Zuko has no clue how to take that compliment, but he really does need to go.

“Right,” he grins nervously and shifts his left foot around to bounce away, “well I have to go do my thing.”

“Good luck!”

That’s where Zuko thinks the beginning and end of his interaction with Sokka would be.

The weapons portion thankfully goes by age. And since Zuko’s one of the youngest competitions, he gets to go first for his sai katas. This is what literal years of training have prepared him for. At regionals last year, the second advanced kata got him placed high enough to qualify for states. This is what he’s good at. He tells himself that a thousand times before starting his set.

There’s not a thought in his head as Zuko goes through the form. The sais glide through his fingertips with every jab, block, and hook. The imaginary opponent doesn’t stand a chance. He’s cool and competent and graceful. It’s therapeutic in a sense. There’s enough adrenaline to make Zuko feel like he’s worth something, but more importantly, he knows he’s nailing this. Whatever the judges say about it, he knows that he’s perfected this form after practicing it at least a thousand times over three years.

The judges agree with him. He’s the first competitor of the weapons portion but there isn’t really a doubt in their minds about who’s going to place.

Zuko zones back in to the gym after bowing to the panel. He walks off, feeling lighter and letting a satisfactory smile take over his face.

He expects the hug from Uncle and the proud smile from Sensei Piandao, but what he doesn’t expect is to see Sokka, eyes wide as globes, staring at him from the other side of the mat.

Because what Zuko doesn’t know is that the second he turned his wrists in his first form during his hooks, Sokka’s brain went into Full Bi Panic Mode.

And Zuko thinks the one conversation where he couldn’t talk like a human and wanted to die for most of it would be the only time Sokka would decide to willingly talk to him. Zuko is dead wrong. Sokka, in fact, has decided that this, this is the guy his Disaster Bi Brain has decided to latch onto. Sokka’s brain and all his squishy feelings have apparently decided to attach to this aloof kid with the scar who reserved his voice for eloquent, impassioned speeches about dramas and was apparently an actual god with weapons. Sokka decides that Zuko could roundhouse kick him in the side and he’d thank him. And right now Zuko’s looking at him with a dumbfounded expression, prompting Sokka to remember how to function so he can go over to congratulate Zuko and maybe ask if his dojo provides a free trial.

So yeah, that one conversation ends up decisively not being the end of anything.

#sorry #not sorry #zukka #zuko #sokka #atla #avatar the last airbender #fanfic #I'm gonna edit and add to this #and probably updated something on my ao3 in the first time in a literal month #thanks babe for the inspiration #the babes are asking #hot leaf content

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vi11ain0us-intend · 2 years

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Welcome to my Rp blog!

Looking for a Long-term RP partner!

*•Small Intro•*

Hello! Name's Vill, I'm an 18 years old transmasc guy and come from Germany, meaning English is not my first language, so I do apologize for any grammatical/vocabulary Errors that might come up! But I do consider myself a good English speaker.

I've got a good 5-6 years of roleplay experience down by now which just shows I've been on the internet for way too long but oh well, I'm pretty active in Instagram communities with quite a few people per server but I really would like to have a 1x1 partner.

For roleplays, I roleplay only in third-person POV and in past tense and I'd like to have someone that does the same. It only becomes confusing if we are using different tenses or POVs. I'm also a semi-literate to literate roleplayer and reply lengths vary. Often, it depends on how much free time I have or how inspired I'm feeling. It also depends on how much you give me to work with as I pretty much go with the style my partner has.

*•Who I am looking for•*

I'm looking for someone chill and easy going to Roleplay with, preferably long term as well! What I mean by easy going is someone who doesn't mind that there might be grammatical errors or anything. Also someone who doesn't mind typos, I type fast and forget to proof read half the time. And of course someone to generally befriend! :) Bond over silly little text based roleplays and ocs :P It would be really cool to find someone as invested in Ocs as I am

I would also prefer someone who is also over who is over the age of 18! I do make exceptions though.

Please be LGBT friendly, because I mainly only do queer characters as I am queer myself.

*•What I do•*

-First of all I roleplay Original Characters! I've got over 70 by now and most have Original Art to them as well! The variety is pretty wide, both design wise and personality wise, however I do have somewhat of an original plot they are all somewhat written in which connects some of them. But I'm of course very open to changing things according to whatever we decide to RP!

-I like building something from scratch and getting into the details of their lives. Some plots + themes I enjoy are college, monsters, demons/angels, circus, forbidden love, romance in general, historical, mxm, trans characters, magical characters, superhero/superpowers, Vampires, horror, anything like that.

-I **prefer to play Male/Masculine Characters**, while I do have Female Characters I find myself struggling to play them.

-I am not opposed to having the roleplay take place in a canon universe, as an au, just without canon storylines or characters! Just ask me if there is a specific Fandom you're interested in and chances are I also enjoy it or at least know enough about it!

-I only RP on discord! I would make a nice little server for us to use as I find only one chat room too restricting, especially when I wanna talk to you! If I wanna talk I don't want to interrupt the rp! And it's a lot nicer to generally plan things out, plot and headcanon.

-The **plots don't have to be long term**! While I am looking for a long term partner I'm very fine with going from plot to plot!

-when it comes to smut/NSFW topics, i am totally fine with that! I engage in quite a few kinks and am very open to discussing new things!. of course, not every single roleplay contains any smut and that is totally fine too! I am pretty versatile in terms of writing different positions. But please always communicate with me!

I think this should be the most?? I probably forgot something knowing myself but I think it's the most Important stuff. So! Hope to find some cool people!!

#oc rp #rp partner wanted #rp partner search #roleplay #roleplay partner search #roleplay partner wanted #roleplay partner finder

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notnctu · 4 years

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cupid’s arrow - h.rj | 7 days

━ sweet greetings from the 7 days fluff series

genre ❥ slight angst, fluff !! details ❥ college!au, friends to lovers!au, genderneutral!reader ━ where renjun makes a bet to get you to fall in love with him. warnings ❥ explicit language, light banter word count ❥ 7.1k synopsis ❥ The silly boy has no idea what he’s gotten himself into when he makes a bet with his arrogant friend to get you to fall in love with him. Renjun never intends to confess, mainly because his past unrequited loves have demolished his confidence. So a low stakes gamble causes him a great deal of stress and pride, wishing that it was as easy as striking you with Cupid’s Arrow. While he wants your feelings to develop organically, he actually doesn’t know what he’d do if you did end up liking him back. Because to him, you have always been someone unattainable and out of his reach taglist ❥ @yourmagnanimousholiness ; @lovelycharm05 ; @watermelonxes ; @jaehyunsjasmine ; @mjlkau <3

a/n ❥ this is author doie ❀!! uhh this came out a little more angsty than i had planned it to be.. anyways its been a long time coming and we’re still working on the requests hehehe uhh keep an eye out for some blog updates bc we are starting school soon :) thanks for sticking with us so far! lots of love for everyone<3

Huang Renjun catches a glimpse of your enchanting figure across the lecture hall and how you effortlessly slide into your usual seat near the front. The tap against the tiny turnout table with your pen, ruffling your hair to only have it fall back in place beautifully, and aura alone suffocates him.

In a three hundred person lecture, all he sees is you. The only person in the room who has his undivided attention and while it might be entirely infatuation by your attractiveness, the mutual friends you two share describe you having a heart of gold.

A heart that is impenetrable. Strong, sturdy, shining metal that no one has been able to get through, but Renjun thinks that it’s because you can tell someone is undeserving. Keen and observant eyes, it’s a good thing that his stares don’t linger for long.

As he walks down the descending steps to sit in the row behind you, he remembers a very drunk night over the past weekend and an idiotic bet that has him punching himself. He wishes that he never agreed, but the liquid pride in him could not bite his tongue.

“(Y/N)?” His friend scorns and Renjun slaps his forehead at the slip of your name. Truthfully, the alcohol is messing with his head and he’s saying things that are no longer in his control. But how could he have possibly let the one secret he holds to himself out into the small crowd.

He mumbles profanities underneath his breath, trying to limit light from hurting his blurry vision, and rubbing his throbbing temples. “Yes, (Y/N).” There is no confidence in his voice at the whisper of your name.

“Dude, (Y/N) is way out of your league.” The headache just doesn’t have an end. He knows this; there is no way you’d ever bat an eyelash at him first. Renjun just likes things that are impossible to him, a poor habit of his.

“I bet I could get (Y/N) to get with me first before you ever can.” Then, Renjun’s eyes shoot open wide and the view of the arrogance laughing in the dimness slowly boils his blood.

Renjun may seem like the weaker link to pick on, but he is not one to give up a fight. While his friend has an advantage, the last thing Renjun would want is for you to fall for a horrendous two faced personality.

He’ll charm your pants off and when he gets what he wants: the victory and your vulnerability, he’ll hurt you. Would you be able to see past his fake genuineness or actually fall for the person he plays so well? Renjun can’t let anyone hurt you if he can prevent it.

“I bet that I can get (Y/N) to fall in love with me.” Renjun stumbles to stand up proudly, making himself bolder and more intimidating. Nevertheless, the drowsiness intoxicates him and he can barely keep his line of vision focused.

He sees the disgusting smirk on his friend’s face and a hand extends out for Renjun to shake. “Okay. Let’s bet on it. If you can’t get (Y/N) to fall in love with you, they’ll be mine and you can’t speak to them ever again.”

“Nice use of claiming someone who barely knows you exist.” The alcohol didn’t take away Renjun’s sharp sarcasm and the constant rolling of his eyes.

Renjun truly has no confidence at the game he decided to engage in, his only motive is to protect you from a bad guy. He wouldn’t even know how to handle the potential chance that you could like him back, did you have the ability to do so?

He never had the intention to confess to you, his heart has been broken all too much already by unrequited loves from his past. And if he had to be honest with himself, his admiration for you has become so strong that even he’s afraid to be someone to taint it.

What are the odds that the entire row behind you is already filled? Renjun’s throat closes when he sees the empty seat right next to you and the professor starting up his presentation. Other students push past him to hurry into empty seats before lecture begins, and his own feet pick him up toward you.

Like a magnetic pull, you attract him with an inexplicable force so naturally. Clearing his throat, he swallows the anxiousness that blocks him from speaking.

“Is this seat taken?”

This is it. This is the first of many looks you two will share, and Renjun’s heart pounds at his chest to wait for your eyes to meet his own for more than a second.

As if the room falls silent and everything is in slow motion, Renjun captures the very image when you blink up at him with beautiful dazzling gentleness and the utter sugar of your lips curling upwards. And he’s stunned, hoping it doesn’t show on his face.

“No.” It’s a simple reply and nothing worth jumping out of joy about, but he tries so hard to hold back the growing smile of your acknowledgement. You are being polite, but something inside of him feels giddy and like static running through his veins.

“Thanks.” Dropping his bag, he enters the seat carefully and sits with his hands folded together on the tiny table.

You examine the attentive boy, as his focus is trained on the lecture slides and the unprepared professor messing with his mic. Chuckling, “you don’t take notes?”

Renjun is surprised at your sudden interaction, completely blindsided by your friendliness. He wasn’t sure how well that would have worked, but your curiosity speaks for you. “I actually forgot my laptop today.” The heavy device sits in his bag at his feet, but he doesn’t dare take it out after the lie.

The soft ‘oh’ that falls from your mouth is too cute and Renjun clears his throat to bring him back from his daydreams of you. Looking apologetic, he shrugs and pretends to gear his attention back to the professor, who finally starts the long awaited class.

“I can send you my notes for the day, if you’d like.” The kindness in your voice does not go unnoticed, in fact, it causes Renjun to hold onto it for a little longer to fuel his undying crush for you.

“I’d love that—” Perhaps he shouldn’t have used the word love for the strictly friendly gesture. “—you’re a lifesaver. Uh, how should I refer to you as?” Playing dumb is his only way to get to you, for now.

“(Y/N). And you?” You hand your phone toward him with social media popped up to input his user handle.

Renjun introduces himself as his sweaty fingers type, and he wonders if he should have polished up any photos that may have you steering away from him. However when he returns your device, the smile that lights up your face allows him to breathe easily.

“I knew you sounded familiar. You’re friends with Jaemin, right?” Your whisper grows soft as you multitask to make conversation and jot down a few important bullet points from the slides. Renjun tries hard to dissect the information as well, but the boring tone of his professor is nothing compared to his crush finally having conversation with him.

“We’re housemates along with two other people.” His body is able to relax now that he’s broken the wall of introductions. You carry yourself to be more intimidating than you actually are.

When he peeks back over at your concentrated expression, your lip is hidden by your top row of teeth and your quick eyes dart between the monitor and your page. How are you so good at literally everything?

“A small world.” He picks up your every word, “well Renjun, since this class has basically ruined my life, would it be too much to ask if you’re down to study with me?” And despite the fluorescent lights being absolutely dull, they still dust your eyes with an enticing glitter.

He must have been staring for too long because you start your sentence of doubt, but Renjun stammers over his response. The professor isn’t quite happy with the small overlap of chatter and shoots a glare at the two of you.

That’s definitely not a good way to start, but it’s memorable. Renjun motions for your pen, and scribbles in his own font the answer to your offer:

I’d love that :)

Then, his heart soars back into the clouds once again at the grin that settles and your written response:

Me too <3

How does one get someone to fall for them? If Renjun knew, he wouldn’t still be single and infatuated with someone too good for him. He wishes that it’s as simple as the myths make it out to be, where all Cupid had to do was draw his bow and launch a loving arrow that pierces through the heart — an instant love.

But playing Cupid himself is harder than anticipated. He has no handy tools to assist him with his goals. He just has himself, lacks luster and is invisible. Can he be more painfully boring?

And he looks at you with literal hearts in his eyes. An excitement that awaits him, the true meaning of a head turner. That is you. And all he can offer is his mere presence.

“So how did you and Jaemin meet?” Looking up from your blinding laptop screen, Renjun feels the light tap underneath the table from your foot. He chuckles at the subtly adorable affection, and your own way of showing it.

This has to be the third round of study sessions you two shared, and bit by bit, he falls more and more for you despite it needing to be the other way around. The captivating get-to-know you conversation of favorites all down to your aspirations and goals.

The intelligence of you, your wisdom, your perspective. While he did not have this insight before, knowing it now only makes you more alluring. He can’t believe you’re even sitting with him in his shared living room, just the two of you.

“We met at orientation. He’s persistent.” Renjun laughs lightly and you smile in return, nodding along with his statement.

“Wish I met you guys at orientation. I was never the one to reach out to people first until college forced me out of my shell.” He hopes his ears didn’t deceive him, but Renjun had to do a double take: you said you guys, which includes him, right? You wish you had met him earlier?

But the latter shocks him a bit. If he recalls your first meeting, you were the one curious enough to continue speaking to him. “I would have never guessed.”

“Really?” There is a notable light in your eyes as you tilt your head. “I don’t seem shy?”

“Not at all…” He has to stop himself from going on an incredible tangent about how greatly outspoken you are, it gives away too much on how observant he’s been.

“I’m good at hiding it then.” You examine the soft shade of pink on the tips of his ears and his averting shy gazes. “What are you good at hiding?”

Your question leaves him speechless and gripping at any ends of answers. There are a number of ways he can go about it, but the truth is not one of them.

What is he good at hiding? His unconditional affection for you. He’s good at concealing every heavy heart beat at your smallest actions. He’s good at keeping a regretful secret bet.

But as those options pop into his head, he doesn’t want to say any of them. So, he opts for a white lie instead and hopes that the hesitation doesn’t sell him out for being a nervous wreck.

“I’m good at hiding what I fear.” You blink at him, clearly intrigued to want to know more.

“You do seem pretty fearless, Huang Renjun.” There is a brief exchange of eye contact and Renjun swears that his pounding heart can be heard in the silence. A smirk on your lips as you return to your work, he’s warm inside from the usage of his full name. And you don’t even realize the effect you have over him.

“So, you and (Y/N) are close. How did that start?” Jaemin jumps onto Renjun’s neatly made bed. The covers are now ruffled and tossed from the impact.

Jaemin isn’t home very often, but in the rare times he has been, it’s always during the study sessions with you. The first time you came over, Jaemin tried not to talk up a storm from seeing a familiar face. He respects Renjun’s relationships, so he tried his best to keep from prying at the boy.

“You finally want to know?” Renjun scoffs lightheartedly, punching his housemate lightly on the shoulder as he swivels around in his chair. With an excited wide smile, Jaemin tugs at his friend’s arm as an endearing sign of persistence. “Okay, okay. We have the same class.”

“(Y/N) really approached you in a three hundred student lecture?” A tone of disbelief settles in Jaemin’s rhetorical question. He cocks an eyebrow, waiting for Renjun to tell some truth.

“Not exactly. I sat next to them and a conversation just happened.” Renjun shrugs as if it’s nothing big, as if it hadn’t been for your curiosity that started this blossoming relationship.

“Spare me the details.” Jaemin sits up to hold Renjun by his shoulders. The pressure feels oddly crushing, like a whole weight dropping on him. Jaemin stares him dead in the eyes. “What are your motives, Huang Renjun?”

His mouth hangs slightly open from the question. “I can’t be friends with (Y/N)?” Almost defensively, Renjun furrows his eyebrows at his friend, but he can tell Jaemin has caught onto his lie.

“I heard that you made a bet with a certain shithead.” Jaemin rolls his eyes at remembering their horrible mutual, a crime to even consider him as a friend. He drops his heavy hands from Renjun’s shoulders and falls back onto the mattress.

The alarming expression of grave danger, Renjun is screwed. He gulps the gathered saliva in the back of his mouth, searching for a plausible explanation. “I was drunk.” He slaps his forehead at the stupid reasoning as Jaemin shoots upright to begin scolding him.

“Let me explain,” Renjun covers his mouth to halt Jaemin’s excessive nagging. “I like (Y/N), that’s how the bet even came alive. I slipped up and then he was saying all this stuff about (Y/N) being out of my league.”

“Which is true.” Jaemin adds, quite muffled but doesn’t slip past Renjun.

Renjun glares and thanks him sarcastically. “I made the bet to protect (Y/N) from him. He was provoking me by saying that he can get (Y/N) first and since I was heavily intoxicated, I didn’t think before I spoke.”

Jaemin holds Renjun warmly, seeing that his friend needed a hug from the saddened memory. It’s all too obvious how regretful Renjun feels. “So I’m trying my best at carrying the bet because there’s too much at stake.”

A chill runs down his spine remembering the consequences. He just can’t fail. Jaemin pulls away and lightly pats Renjun’s hair. “Cupid has made you into a fool for your crush.”

“He’s made me into a bigger one for thinking I could get my crush to like me back.” Renjun sighs in defeat and groans loudly. Why does this frustrate him so much? Perhaps it’s the lack of ability to actually get someone to like him back.

Renjun has been single for his entire life, not by choice. He’s done the movie cliches of a confession: a bouquet of roses, a poster, a night under the stars. And not one has ever accepted his feelings. He doesn’t blame any of them since he still struggles with finding things to love about himself. What is there to love about him? He can’t seem to find any redeeming qualities worth mentioning.

But you. You, alone, is simply worth an honorable mention. And now that it’s been well over a month of your friendship, he can confirm that you’re everything he’s ever wanted and more.

“Why don’t you start by being (Y/N)’s friend first? Love doesn’t just happen in an instant, no offense to Cupid or anything. I mean.. isn’t it all just a myth anyways?” Jaemin picks Renjun’s falling chin and he can see the glossy eyes of sadness. They swim with frustration and guilt.

Like an epiphany, Jaemin gave Renjun a starting place. For weeks, Renjun racked his brain for an easy solution out of it all. In reality, he didn’t need any wicked form of magic for foul play. He just wants to be by your side for as long as you allow. And a part of him is scared for you to like him back.

You’ve always been too out of his reach. Standing on a pedestal, you’re something unattainable. It’s lucky that you even bat an eyelash at him. He’s admired you all too much, Renjun won’t actually know what to do if you ever did like him back.

This all stems from his inner insecurities, like a recurring thought: what is there to like about him? Or is he even good enough for you?

If someone had warned him that love could become this confusing, he would’ve sacrificed his heart for something less complicated. To feel. To love. Renjun wishes he can remove the love bow that pierced through his chest.

On a random Friday night, Renjun’s phone rings with an unexpected caller ID. He pauses the song he’s been listening to for the past hour to pick up.

“Renjun! I’m sad and drunk right now.” Your voice is incredibly slurred and he can barely hear you with the loud background noise. “Can you come pick me up?”

“Are you over on Third Ave. again?” He despises that place. A house on the corner of Third Avenue right off the interstate from campus that throws weekly parties. These parties are overcrowded with creeps and cheap booze. Unfortunately, you’re favorite place to run away to.

This isn’t his first time coming to get you. Over the past few months of your established friendship, you’ve sent him numerous amounts of drunk texts calling for him. This is the first time you actually called, preluding to a really rough night you’ve been having.

You sigh into the receiver, “you remembered.” like you’re on the verge of tears, he can hear the quiver in your tiny voice.

“I have your location, idiot.” Renjun smiles at your silly drunk reactions, finding you more enduring from the innocence. “I’ll be there in a blink.”

“Okay, I’ll close my eyes so I can open them to you.” You giggle before hanging up and Renjun can’t keep the widest grin off of his face. He’s rushing out his door, not wanting to wait another second to see you.

One thing Renjun realized after finally growing close enough to you is that through all his infatuation, you’re still a human. While he thinks of you in a sparkling cascading glitter waterfall, you’re made of the same softness that Renjun has. You’re not perfect and he needed to stop idolizing you as if you’re some shiny trophy.

No, he’s learned that he needed to love you for who you truly are. And the moment he broke down your layers, the glass tears that fell from your cheeks were real. The pain through your confident façade, Renjun needed to love you at your lowest.

He saw you for you, not the attractive person from his lecture he drooled months over. You are the exact reality that movies are afraid to portray. You’re courageous, chic, charming. But you’re also shy, soft spoken, and silly. You’re like waking up during dawn and marveling in the silence of a sleeping society. You’re also like smiles on a sunny day and living in the moment.

Renjun is lovestruck, wildly in love with all that you are. The only thing that brings down his spirits is the lingering bet he made several months ago and he hates how it’s always gnawing at him. It’s like an echo, bouncing off the walls of his mind. He can’t shake it off. Most of the time, he tries to focus the moment in front of him, but it has him tossing and turning in the middle of the night.

Without much surprise, you stand in front of the overflowing party house with eyes cutely squeezed shut. A friend by your side to wait with you. “Open your eyes.” Renjun yells as windows roll down and he double parks the car.

Your eyes gleam in the darkness and bidding your friend a quick goodbye, you jump into the familiar vehicle and embrace your good friend with a longing hug. Renjun chuckles at your adorable actions, patting your shoulder lightly. Despite the cheerful welcome, the mood immediately shifts when he hears your tiny sniffs and feels the tears on his shirt.

“C’mon, your favorite ice cream flavor is waiting for you at my place.” As he whispers positive affirmations, you can only cry harder into his chest. “You’re not feeling too good tonight, are you?”

It’s way too obvious of a question to ask, he knows. Truthfully, he didn’t know what to say and comforting is not his strongest skill without it turning it into a life lesson. He knows what you need, just someone to acknowledge how you’re feeling and to listen.

“I’m feeling the worst tonight. I don’t want to talk about it. Maybe later?” You pull away from his arms, even if he isn’t ready to let you go. He helps buckle your seatbelt and wipe any remaining wetness on your cheeks.

Your hand briefly touches Renjun’s which causes the boy to freeze at the sudden action. Your hazy smile is unclear, but you lean into him before he can process all the randomness. A kiss on his cheek, the most delicate feeling of lips on skin.

Renjun explodes inside, like hazardous fireworks on a cloudy night. He wants to enjoy it, but his circumstances make it difficult for him to. “Thanks for coming to get me.” Your body slumps back onto the seat, a pout on your lower lip. Renjun shifts awkwardly in his seat, buckling his seatbelt to begin the ride home. He can’t find the words to say.

You’re being too casual about what had just happened, as if you’re ignoring it all. Or you simply have no control over anything that you’re doing. “Let me tell you a secret, Injunie.” The sugarcoated nickname. You’re definitely too drunk at the moment, and whatever you do now will be long forgotten the next morning.

Renjun still doesn’t say anything, relishing in the kiss on the cheek just seconds ago. His fingers lightly touch his face, grazing upon the very part your lips came in contact with. He’s truly through the moon and— “I used to have the biggest crush on Jaemin.” Renjun abruptly steps on the brakes, whipping the both of you in your seats.

His heart is falling, it’s plummeting and he can’t do anything to save it. “I really didn’t expect such a surprised reaction.”

Renjun clears his throat. “I’m just caught off guard.” Not a lie, he really wasn’t expecting a confession and his heart to break right at this moment. “Why Jaemin?”

He knows why Jaemin. He’s a social butterfly with no caution to the wind and a heart made of pure kindness. A welcoming friendly figure that won’t hesitate to feed into someone’s need for words of affirmation. Not to mention, Jaemin has a good few inches above him and looks of a poster kpop idol. Of course, you liked Jaemin.

“He has such a good heart. I guess I just like guys who think of me first, as selfish as that sounds. I don’t prioritize myself, so it would be nice if someone else did.” You fiddle your thumbs and Renjun is impatiently tapping his fingers against the wheel.

The red traffic light before you enacts two different feelings. Renjun wants this ride to end as fast as possible. You want this ride to last forever.

“But, Jaemin is seeing someone.”

Your head ducks down and out the window at the shining streetlamps; you know very well about Jaemin’s love life. “I didn’t expect anything from him. I just liked him for him. He came to pick me up every time I would ask, I guess I have a thing for guys who do that.”

Renjun tightens his grip, heart pounding at your statement. You peer up to look at your friend in the lack of light. His glasses sit low on his nose bridge, a soft cotton shirt hugs his torso, and pajama pants that clad his legs. A mess bed of hair as the cherry on top.

After Jaemin, you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t fall for anyone so easily. All of that was thrown out the window the very first night Renjun came to your saving. Despite contrary belief, your heart is not as impenetrable as people make you out to be. And as tough as you can be, it was too hard not to be the slightest interested in him.

Ever since your first meeting, Renjun has always been cool and collected. He’s a hothead at his best, but too playful for any serious damage. Renjun reminds you of yourself. Like a huge impenetrable wall built against any trouble to enter, he is as guarded as you are. He’s timid, and while you had tried your best to hide your own, Renjun simply embraces that part of him.

Renjun stayed after every tearful night. He’s helped you through every difficult study guide, if anything he saved your failing grade.

Renjun puts you first throughout anything; asking if you want the booth seat at restaurants, strategically walking on the outer side so you can avoid driving cars, always has your favorite snacks without you asking. Every tiny gesture, may you be slightly delusional, seemed as if he loved you. And if he did, you wouldn’t mind one bit because you wanted to love him back.

“What about you? We’ve never really talked about our love lives before.” You speak up in the silence, Rejun being awfully quiet tonight. He hopes you don’t blame him, but everything has been too overwhelming. He is no longer sure on what he wants to do or how to react.

“My love life is too sad to talk about.” He’s never wanted to talk about it with you, in case he’d slip up and say something too revealing. “It’s a long list of unrequited loves. I’ve given up on professing my feelings to someone at this point.”

“What would have to happen to get you to confess?” Your eyes coin a mischievous twinkle.

Renjun feels his palms grow sweaty, a bit nervous with this conversation topic.

“Something catastrophic.”

Something catastrophic did end up happening. Renjun wishes he could disappear, or if he runs away, would anyone notice?

He stands behind your fuming stance. In any other given situation, Renjun would be more than flattered that you’re standing up for him. However in this case, you’re making a fool out of yourself on his behalf.

“Oh, so you haven’t told (Y/N) about the bet?” Of all the nights Renjun decides to accompany you on a Friday evening, he runs until the one person he never wanted to come within ten feet to.

Truthfully, the night was going well. He ran into a few of his other acquaintances from his club, others from his classes. You held onto his arm the moment you two entered the party, afraid to lose this precious boy in the dense crowd. People walked by and expressed how cute you two looked together.

You poured him drinks that will make his head throb and you busted dance moves that made his heart throb. You were the epitome of a fun time, like an explosion of positive endorphins. Your toothy smiles. Your bright electrified eyes. Your sweet laughter. This was the last beautiful image he had of you before everything came falling apart.

“What bet?” You quickly turn around to face Renjun. His hand scratches the back of his neck and his gaze stays staring at his own feet. Your throat grows tight from Renjun’s hesitation.

“He made a bet with me that he could get you to fall in love with him.” Please stop talking, Renjun begs in his thoughts. He tightens his fist, unable to form words to speak. The thumping of the loud music makes it hard to focus.

“He—” Shaky voice and stuttering… even you are having doubts of Renjun’s character. “He wouldn’t do that.” Your eyes bounce between him and Renjun.

“I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you don't know him very well then.” Renjun’s arrogant friend crosses his arms coolly, a smug smirk unfolding on his face.

“It’s true, (Y/N). I did make the bet and I regret it every waking day.” Renjun finally speaks up, but you’re out the door before he can continue.

There isn’t another thought in his head when he’s running after you; you’re already so far down the road. The secret was bound to be revealed, but he wasn’t ready for it. He was never going to be ready for this day because his first mistake was making the bet to begin with.

He should have thought about you. He should have just swallowed his pride and talked his friend out of it. Was that a choice? Could he have just done that instead of letting it fester into such a problem?

Out of breath and out of mind, Renjun calls out your name. When you spin on your heels to walk toward him, his heart reaches for you. However, you push at his chest and he almost falls backwards.

You’re angry, more than angry. You’re upset. You have every right to be. “What were you thinking, Renjun?” There is a small crack in your voice and he can see your tear stained cheeks under the moonlight. “Am I even your friend? All this time… you had an agenda. Were your actions all fake, then? You wanted to manipulate me into falling in love with you?”

Your words are hitting like large bricks. You are questioning the past five months of your friendship and everything Renjun has ever done for you. A false reality, Renjun didn’t actually give a damn about you. He wanted to prove some odd male status. Could you be any more blind?

“Please let me explain… I was drunk out of my mind that night and the bet I made was stupid. It was before proper evaluation. Does it make it okay? No, I understand that.” Renjun speaks with his hands, clearly panicked and frazzled by the way they waved around in the air. “The bet… I did it to protect you from that guy. I didn’t want him to hurt you.”

“So you hurt me instead?” If someone were to listen closely, they would be able to hear the shattering of two hearts tonight. On this late evening, two hearts are broken under the moon and stars.

But it’s pitiful because the arrow that struck Renjun remains intact. He still loves you, which is why it pains him so much to where he can’t breathe. The information in his head is scattered, like an alarm blaring through his empty brain.

All he knows is that he loves you. You are the one thing he’s afraid of losing. From the first words you two exchanged, his fear that he hid all too well is and always will be losing you.

“That was not my intention ever. I never wanted to hurt you.” Renjun takes a step closer, but you take one back.

“Well you did because your little bet… it worked. I love you, Renjun, so congratulations.” There is bitterness and an inexplicable amount of heartbreak that lace your venomous confession.

All of his life, he thought that if one person liked him back, he’d be the happiest person in the world. Possibly confused at how to proceed with the information, but definitely glad that someone could see any redeeming characteristics in him.

But he feels all the opposite. Your confession keeps his heart broken. If anything, it puzzles him more. “How..? Why would you ever like me?” There were no tricks, no attempts at flirtation, nothing out of bounds of being your friend. He just had himself. And if anyone in the universe were to like him, he’d never expect it would be you.

You groan, growing more infuriated at Renjun. “Because you’re everything I wish I could be. You’re level-headed and insightful. You’re calm and cool, without any necessary arrogance. The way you make me feel… I feel important to you, at least, I thought I was.” Your voice continues to drop softer and softer, “how could I not like you?”

The butterflies could not come at a better time. Hearing you compliment him when he found it difficult to look past his own self deprecation, he’s beyond any levels of shock. Nevertheless, he feels apologetic and knew that this is all too good to be true.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), for making that terrible bet. But, I need you to know one thing: our friendship was genuine. All I’ve ever wanted these past months is to make sure your sweet smile stays resting on your beautiful face.”

“Why? You didn’t know me! You used me for some … pride gamble. I was nothing to you the day you made that bet.” You shout harsh words at him, and Renjun can’t hold back any longer.

This is what he meant by something catastrophic. When he’s pushed to the edge of a cliff, all his buttons are pressed aggressively. Everything falling apart. The loose ends coming undone all too quickly to grapple. He never wanted it to come to this.

“That-That’s not true! I loved you long before that regretful night! You mean every single moment of happiness to me. You’re every ray of sunshine that kisses my skin, every blue sky that reminds me of good days. You mean everything to me.” Genuine words pour from his lips, hoping that you’ll understand what’s left of his heart.

“You’re confessing?” You gasp, practically dazed at the amount of metaphors he compared you to. “Something catastrophic.” A small moment of recollection and a mumble under your breath, you’re understanding what he meant by the phrase he used several nights ago.

“Yes because I can't lose you. I’m a mess of feelings at the moment, but I just know that I’m scared to wake up to days without you in them.” Renjun pleads, the night air causing goosebumps to rise on his arms. His eyes are full of melancholy and fear as he waits for your response.

And you want to forgive him, but would that mean your heart is being too easy? You feel lingering pain, but your eyes reflect Renjun. “To think I thought you were pretty fearless.” Scoffing, you roll your eyes at him and are completely unsure what to do next.

Nevertheless, you’ve wanted someone like Renjun at some point in your life. You hoped for better days and those didn’t start happening until you two met. Renjun went from being your distant study partner to being your number one person to call. He’s wiped more tears than any boy has.

The difference between Renjun and Jaemin is while Jaemin is known to have an extravagantly warm presence, Renjun’s is hidden underneath all the quietness. Like a breakthrough, getting through Renjun felt like getting through to yourself. You needed him to aid in your own self love.

All you’ve ever wanted is to be seen and Renjun saw you.

“I forgive you.” Renjun can finally breathe and rest his tense muscles. But when he reaches for your hand, you take it away. “But it doesn’t mean we are okay. I’ll approach you when I’m ready.”

It’s not easy to love as it’s not easy to pretend that everything can go back to normal after being hurt. You need him to understand that, would he wait for you? The many others before didn’t.

“Okay.” That is all he can say, in the midst of a defeat, he still wishes that you’d stay by his side. But he wrestles that desire with transparency and having organic feelings. Nonetheless, he values the latter. If you did really somehow manage to love him, you’ll come back when you’re ready. He knows. He understands. He sees you through and through.

And he watches you disappear back into the house to find a friend to drive you home. He loves you, but love can also be consequential.

It’s already midway into the school semester and not that Renjun is counting or anything, but it’s been practically a whole month since the night at the party. He’s done nothing, except sigh in despair and reminisce about the memories before they were ruined.

While Jaemin’s efforts to console him are much appreciated, it doesn’t do much for the fact that you haven’t acknowledged Renjun’s existence for a whole thirty days.

And although he’ll wait a lifetime for you, the question of when he should move on ponders his clouded thoughts. His intensively agonizing desire of wanting to be by your side has dwindled down now. Renjun just wants to see you happy.

“Hey Cupid,” It’s a newly despised nickname coined by the one and only person who knows how to push at Renjun’s buttons — Lee Haechan. Haechan knocks obnoxiously at his door and does not wait around to hear an answer, “get your sad face out here.”

“Go away, Haechan. I’m not in the mood.” As Renjun mindlessly skims over his calendar for important dates, he is pained by the reminder of your upcoming birthday. You had marked it yourself a while back and specifically told Renjun that his attendance is entirely mandatory.

Times have changed now, right? You’ve been radio silent for weeks and as much as he hates to say this to himself: you probably don’t remember making such an assertion. Why would you? You’re most likely not thinking about him anymore anyways and maybe that’s for the better.

“Hey! Lovestruck Asshole, I’m not going to tell you again. Get that arrow out of your ass and come outside now.” Just the demand alone in Haechan’s voice irritates Renjun enough to where he’s storming to open his door.

But what it reveals is not the smirk of his annoying housemate, instead, it is the image of the very first time Renjun ever laid eyes on you and the moment Cupid’s Arrow struck right through his heart. It’s a rush of nostalgia that surges through his veins.

You sit with a hand underneath your chin and elbow pressing into a flat surface for support. The dazed stare of daydream as you’re unaware of your surroundings, yet still waiting for something exciting to catch your attention. And just how lovely you look in the softest rose colored shirt and how your lips, still barely glistening from a quick swipe of your tongue, are slightly agape into an expressionless rest.

All before your eyes trail to the distraction of another body entering the room and for a brief second, make eye contact with Renjun as he’s all the more astonished by your grace. Then like a scene that’s imprinted in his head too clearly, your gaze drops back down to the floor and you’re back to your inner thoughts.

As if the pierced arrow in his heart is triggered, Renjun rediscovers the feelings of a newfound infatuation — a crush. Though baseless except in regards to physical attraction, he’s nonetheless amazed by how quickly you take his breath away… again.

Unlike the first memory, you actually speak to him as you’re now familiar with the starry eyed boy. “It’s been a while.”

The color in your voice that he’s missed hearing is pure music. He clears his throat as if he’s afraid of his own vocal chords breaking from nervousness.

“H-Hey, yeah. It’s been a while.” Renjun repeats dumbfounded that you’re even sitting in his shared living room.

“How have you been?” There you are being polite, but the giddiness still runs like static through his veins at being asked about his well being.

“Lost.” He blurts out the first word that comes to mind. Perhaps, he should stop using words with such heavy implications to friendly gestures. Your head immediately pops up and he scrambles to correct himself. “I mean I’ve been distracted lately.”

“Sadness really does take its course.” You tread lightly, testing the waters with a small grin. The atmosphere is oddly comforting, like feeling you can’t quite replace.

Renjun looks rather rough around the edges, but you don’t blame him since you did show up unannounced. However, the glint in his eyes is much of a delight to see. The way his small mouth curves into the tiniest smile and the gentleness in his regular cadence remind you of past long days full of laughter. The best part of them all — you spent them together.

“My birthday is coming up soon.” Jumping straight to the point of your visit, you stand up to approach him. “I plan to host a small party… and I remember saying a while back that your attendance is mandatory.”

Renjun catches his breath in his throat and he could run gleeful laps around the room if it isn’t for the poorly spaced complex. “So are you still down, Huang Renjun?”

“I’d love that.” He smiles greatly at your offer and as simple as that, your arms wrap around his torso into a long awaited embrace.

“Me too.” You mumble into his shirt and take a deep breath of his lavender scented detergent, “I’m ready. I’m ready to have you in my life. I’m ready to laugh with you. I’m ready to lay in your company. I’m ready to give you my heart.”

As you finish your last sentence, his arms wrap around you too and pull you into a tighter hold. “You have always had mine.”

Renjun can finally remove the arrow that unforgivingly stayed stuck in his heart for the longest time. Your reciprocated love fills up the hole that is left behind. He can now love you with a full and whole heart.

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