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Imagine how your F/O feels like to touch <3

Their hair: How does the texture of their hair feel like between your fingers? Can you run your hand through their smooth locks? Or do they find affection in you twirling their soft curls around your finger? Imagine if they only let you touch their hair, even if they’re not the most particular about it. They feel something special when you run your hand through it, like their heart is beating out of their chest; trying to contain all the love they feel for you.

Their lips: Are their lips soft? How do they fit with yours? Are they plump, or thin; does that impact how they kiss? Imagine how their lips feel pressed up against your cheek, or how their lips feel when they’re tenderly locked into your own. Imagine the way their lips move to yours. Their mouth can’t form the words to express their boundless love for you, their best way is to feel it out using the same thing they struggle to formulate the words out of. Kisses: it’s their language of love.

Their hands: Are their hands soft, or calloused? Imagine playing with their hands, moving your fingers between the spaces in between their fingers, brushing your palms together, or running your fingers over their knuckles; embracing every part of them. They eventually cave in and hold your hand in theirs. You can feel an unwillingness to ever let go coming from them. To them, their world is shattered without you: you are their world.

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The Final Weeks Before Hope’s Peak

Transcript under the cut! <3

If you would like to know more about their days at Green Hills, you can read their backstory carrd [here!] and Chapter 1-3 of the killing game [here!] They are not together yet here, ahaha.

Anyway, this is definitely one of the most important moments of their timeline and is something that S/I will refer back to (Byakuya certainly thinks about it but doesn’t say anything of it — it’s still a very important memory to him though). A lot was building up to that.

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I hope you have a wonderful day 💙💙

F: “But, why?”

B: “You had given me something for my birthday... It would only be appropriate that such formalities would be extended to yourself as well.”

B: “You had given me something for my birthday... It would only be appropriate that such formalities would be extended to yourself as well.”

B: “You had given me something for my birthday... It would only be appropriate that such formalities would be extended to yourself as well.”

F: “Ah, thank you... I — um — don’t know what to say.”

B: “Just *take it* already.”

F: “Right, right. Thank you. That’s — um... really nice of you.”

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Imagine your F/O being sleepy <3

Just imagine your F/O on the cusp of consciousness, their breathing slowing, their demeanour softened. They can barely rasp out their sleepy “goodnights” and “I love yous”. Their kissing becomes a lot sloppier and gentler; but none of you mind as you let the soft whispers of the night take you into sleep.

Here’s something else; what if you’re already asleep. They lightly tuck away stray hairs from your face, doing whatever they can to make sure your rest is comfortable. You swear that; for a brief moment where you may wake-up, that you hear them muttering about how lucky they are to have you in their arms, or simply how much they adore you. (Bonus if your F/O is not one to show emotion)

Maybe they sing you asleep, or cling onto you while you rest or vice-versa. Whatever it is, they love you will all their heart 💙

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Imagine your F/O reassuring you of your appearance <3

Imagine you’re in your room with your F/O, you are hurriedly tweaking your hair. You start small, but you start to make drastic changes fast, your room now having the distinct smell of hairspray. At the end of it all, your hair is in tangles; failure weighing heavy on your chest.

A soft sigh trailed across the room, as you can now see your F/O behind you. They held a sad expression before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. They lifted themselves back up, now playing with the crooked strands, ordering them together. You closed your eyes and focused in on their gentle touch as they fixed your hair.

Your F/O turned you to them before you opened your eyes. Their hand carressed your cheek gently, their eyes half-lidded and completely lost in your looks. A heavy heat radiated off their face just as they lunged into you: the rapid movements of their lips against yours soon leaving you short of breath.

“You must have made me look real cute for you to dote on me so hard,” you laugh as you sit up, but your reflection in the mirror caught your eye. You studied your appearance carefully. Your F/O just styled your hair back to its usual state: the same appearance you swore to correct earlier as you thought it was ‘ugly’. Your F/O’s voice soon snapped you out of your thoughts:

“Yeah, you look really beautiful.”

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Cute F/O things / imagines for you all:

Everyone has cute quirks, and so does your F/O! Here I’ve written two imagines about some quirks your F/O may have. {Part 2} is now up!

Voice cracks —

Everyone throughout all walks of life experience voice cracks. One of the more common reasons for them occurring is nerves.

Imagine your F/O is attempting to flirt with you, only for the mood to be completely shifted by their high-pitched cracks in their voice half-way through their rather romantic speech (Bonus if you’re F/O has a deeper voice). They look away, embarrassment creeping into their cheeks. Although, they were soon comforted by your intoxicating laughter and your palms cupping their face:

“You’re just too cute, you know?”

Your F/O perked up, their face adorned with a warm smile as they melted into your hands and giddily teased:

“I don’t think you’re all that bad yourself.”

Book worm —

Perhaps your F/O is a giant fan of reading or maybe they’re embarrassed about it.What would their favourite book / series be?

Imagine walking around your house, looking around for your F/O to eat dinner with them. Trudging into your living room, you find them asleep, sprawled out across your couch with their favourite book opened across their face; covering it. You gently lift the book off their face, then lightly caress their cheek with your free hand. Your F/O stirs a bit before lifting their heavy eyelids, grunting a little as they wake.

If your F/O is embarrassed by the fact they read, they panick a little once they realised you have caught them, throwing their hand over their face in embarrassment.

“I don’t like books! Don’t be ridiculous (Y/N).” You laugh softly as you take their hand off their face, smiling bright, “I never said you did!” Their face flushed, adverting their gaze but keeping a tight grasp on your hand, “Please don’t tell anyone, sweetie...”

If your F/O is open about their love of reading, your eyes meet their sleepy soft gaze while they reach out to hold your hand.

“Gosh... How long was I out for?” they droned.

“2 hours or so... Dinner is prepared,” you giggled. Your F/O sat up and pulled you down into their lap; delicately playing with your cheeks.

“That book I was reading... It’s incredible!” Your F/O gushes, “May I read it to you tonight?” You nod slowly, bringing yourself up / down to kiss your F/Os cheek before scrambling to get dinner.

Dinner wrapped up fast, prompting you to rush to your bed. Your F/O walks in soon after, sitting down and placing a blanket around you. You feel them sprinkle kisses all over your face, perhaps a way to thank you for indulging in their interests. Cradling you, your F/O reads out a few passages before you succumb to exhaustion. All you can hear now is the comforting, faint murmurs of your F/O. Whispering sweet, vulnerable words as they tuck you both into bed before saying goodnight.

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Just some short little story about them and their anniversary :)

I’m allowing them both to be very soft for each other <333

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Morning’s light flooded the room, the orange hues being further illuminated by the translucence of white curtains and the sheets in which coddled S/I. The birds outside sing in harmonies, a gentle choir to shake the sleep off of S/I as she adjusts to a new day. Upon hearing the ruffling of sheets and the stirring of the young girl from the other room, Byakuya slowly approaches her, the warm earthy aroma of his coffee filling the room as he enters.

She reaches her hand to his, desperate to feel the blooming love within her chest from his protective hold. Placing down his coffee on the bedside table, he clasps her hand with both of his in a loving embrace. His rare smile gently tugs at his lips in which compliments the warmth of his half-lidded eyes, their icy blue colouration being melted away into a softer hue when his eyes took in her figure. They lay there in silence, settling into each other’s hold and getting lost in one another’s eyes. S/I’s giggles warmly resonated throughout the room as she realised how long their silent greeting has gone on for.

“Good morning, my darling,” Byakuya’s voice rasps.

S/I cannot form words, her mind being carried away by waves of oxytocin that drowned out any sense she once carried. To her, the only thing in her world was him; him and his gaze of affectionate praise. The rare occurrence sends a gentle pink to her cheeks which is only elevated by the morning light. Giving into her urges, she brings one of his hands to touch her cheek and presses a soft kiss into his palm. Endeared by her antics, he chuckles as he bends down and positions himself next to her on the bed, running his thumb along the curve of her cheek.

“Someone seems to be out of their usual rut today. Why might that be?” S/I playfully teases.

“Perhaps commoner’s mentality has rubbed off on me too much.” He snarks, still maintaining the love in his smile though.

S/I gives herself a moment to fully soak in his appearance — his disheveled blonde locks set astray from the plump pillow, the top button of his collar left undone, the heavy bags of his eyes, and the scar across the palm of his left hand uncovered; all are seen by no one except her. No one knows the imperfection of Byakuya except his sweetheart.

“Funny thing to happen to a Togami, huh?”

He doesn’t respond with words, instead he replies with his lips as they tenderly capture her own, slowly and deeply, letting his love pour into her — making her understand the depths of his love in ways words fail him. Upon realising her face was overheating from his display, he pulls back and rests his head on her neck, his lips grazing her skin lightly.

“How about a late walk tonight? Just you and me going to that empty night café, snuggling into the comfortable darkness of the corner with a freshly brewed coffee?”

“Darling, I —“

“For me?”

A tad too much desperation leaks into her statement that pulls on his heartstrings. He couldn’t bare to see her disappointed. A heavy breathy sigh escapes his lips:

“Fine. It’s only appropriate to have a date considering it’s our anniversary.”

“The first of many anniversaries,” S/I assures.

Byakuya intertwines their fingers as a soft hum leaves him, a rare feeling of content washing over him. He pauses for a few brief moments.

“...I love you.” Byakuya’s words smoothly leave him, each word resonating the confidence of him reading off a history book — this was simply the only truth; the only thing in his world of turmoil and betrayal he truly believed. He loves her, and that’s all that is true.

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💗 and ✨!

This was for a self ship ask game - I wrote my answers as dialogues between Byakuya and S/I. The first part is [here]! (where ✨ is answered!)

Ah, hello Luciel!! Sorry I COMPLETELY forgot about this oh my gosh. I love creating these dialogues so much. In honesty, I just forgot to do the rest of them, ahaha <3

Anyway, all under the cut :)

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💗: what was your first impression of me?

S/I has situated herself in an ornate chair next to the bookshelf, the same in which her boyfriend was mulling around in as he attempts to find a single book in the expansive Togami library. Her gentle hums warmly resonate across the room, somewhat soothing Byakuya’s frustration in his failed attempts to locate a childhood favourite of his; however, her hums are soon cut short.

B: “Finally.”

F: “Ah, you found what you were looking for?”

B: “Mhmm.”

Byakuya emerges from the fort of shelves, studying the book and brushing the dust off of its cover. Suffice it to say, the book looks the worse for wear in comparison to the pristine books it was surrounded by. 

F: “Sooo... Are you going to tell me what you found?”

Byakuya lifts his gaze to her, his piercing eyes taking in her full form; his eyes recognised her as her entirety. The beauty and the pain, the devils and angels. Her inner dichotomy intrigues him still - she is not transparent as the others are to him, his gaze doesn’t pierce through her. She is full, radiant, ever beautiful. S/I giggles gently, snapping Byakuya out of his more... sentimental thoughts. He adjusts his glasses and adverts his eyes, more of a force of habit rather than anything else. 

F: “I take that as a no?” 

He quietly walks towards her and leans down, pressing a kiss softly to her cheek as he blindly navigates his hand around her body before catching hers and intertwining it with his own. S/I could feel his guise of irritability and distance falling and his genuine fatigue rising between the gentle quivers of his hand and breath as his lips lingered on her cheek longer. His repressed urges were surfacing in his innate instinct to be close to her as night fell.

B: “I am rather fond of this book, you are too.”

F: “Ha! No way! Did you actually find the original we started reading together all the way back then?”

Byakuya lifts her up to him, placing S/I back on her feet. He moves a few stray hairs from her face as he thought back to first laying eyes in her. He thinks back to the jerk in his voice that catalysed tears to fall from S/I’s face. He thinks back to his quiet apologies as he held her hand in a show of his regret. He thinks back to reading to her for the first time, as she, like any other normal 6-year-old, did not understand the complexities of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s writing unlike the anomaly of Byakuya. He grasps the book tighter, his free hand trailing his fingers along her cheeks that follow the patterns tears would fall. He had ran out of words. Byakuya hardly grew up with honeyed words like ‘love’, only quiet actions as the reminder he cares. 

B: “... What did you think of me? Back then, what was your first impression of me?”

F: “That’s fairly sudden. Um...” 

B: “Answer the question.” 

S/I gazes down, finding her footing in both senses of the word.  

F: “Well, you certainly were not above insulting me...”

She pauses. The drama is very intentional by the tell-tale raise in her eyebrow.

F: “But first and foremost, you were so caring. You’re not all that different now, Byakuya. I can feel it pulsating in you. Your heart is still in-tact. Frozen by icy traumas, yet present.” 

A little blush tinted S/I’s cheeks, her embarrassment over such cheesy sentiment being quickly realised.

B: “Ha. Where do I suppose you got that tacky line from?”

S/I gestures a little too widely to herself. 

F (faking agitation): “Copied? Tacky? Hey, this one is a Freya original, mister!”

Byakuya holds the book up, tapping across the worn hard-cover while giving a knowing nod to S/I. He steals a kiss from her lips before placing a hand on the small of her back as he leads her to his room.

F: “The Great Gatsby. You can never go wrong with it.”

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Imagine playing “Among Us” with your F/O

Before we get to the imagines, what colour do you and your F/O prefer to be?

I will be covering what happens if your F/O or you are the imposters, and when you’re both crewmates/ imposters under the conditions of being with and away from eachother.

Imagine the rest of the people you play with are your platonic F/Os.

Now that’s out of the way, let’s get into the imagines!

When you and your F/O are playing next to each other and YOU ARE THE IMPOSTER.

Your F/O snickers when they gaze across the screen to see your new role as “imposter”. You turn around to them, only to find their face a mere inch away from yours. They cup your cheeks with their hands, wearing a smug smile:

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell them you’re the imposter. On the condition you kiss me of course.” 💙 (Pssst: Bonus is that would be your first kiss, haha!)

When you and your F/O are playing next to eachother and YOUR F/O IS THE IMPOSTER.

They follow you the entire time, they won’t kill you and doom the ship if you comply with their antics:

“Hey, I won’t kill you for a kiss!”

Your F/O figured their ‘plan’ was flawless, but you turned it on them quick:

“Na-ah, if you kill me — no snuggles for a week.”

Your F/O immediately backed off, a distressed look took over their face on the slightest mention of a reality they couldn’t snuggle with you. Later that night they held you close to their chest, their nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck. They soon broke the silence, their husky voice and hot breath pinging against your neck caused heat to rush to your cheeks:

“Would you have really taken away my snuggle privileges if I killed you in Among Us earlier?”

When you and your F/O are playing away from eachother and YOU ARE THE IMPOSTER.

Keep in mind you are in voice chat with your F/O in all scenarios where you’re playing away from eachother.

A few emergency meetings have been called and 3 bodies have been reported. Blame seems to immediately shift onto you, however, your F/O seems to be quite adamant it isn’t you. Your F/O immediately gets defensive when you are blamed for being the imposter. You often wonder why your F/O does this. It seems as if it’s an instinct, or even a reflex for them to jump to your aid even in the most trivial of situations. You tease them over this later:

“Hey, I’m eating dinner now. I might bite my tongue. What courageous warrior will save ‘poor’ me from such a debacle?”

“What do you want? For me to stop you from biting your tongue, or for me to kiss it better~?“ ... Crap they’re good.

When you and your F/O are playing away from eachother and YOUR F/O IS THE IMPOSTER.

You are desparately trying to complete tasks as the bodies are piling up and systems are being sabotaged. After a few emergency meetings, things grow tense between you and your other crewmates. They insist that your F/O is the imposter, so you often lie and cover for them so no one would vote them out, blinded by your infatuation with them. Eventually it came down to yourself, your F/O, and 1 other crewmate. You’re painfully unaware of your F/O’s role as imposter, sticking with them until a sprite denoting your death flashes across the middle of your screen.

The defeat screen flashes up along with the imposters for that round. You laugh a bit to yourself, knowing that your F/O killed you, however, they weren’t taking their victory with applause. Over the voice chat you can hear a soft sniffle. You gently asked your F/O why they were crying, their answer being along the lines of:

“I know it’s just a game but — I always thought I’d be the one to protect you.. I just couldn’t stand the thought that I would do that, you know?”

When you and your F/O are both playing Imposter or Crewmate.

When you both are playing away from eachother, you two are a killer team (quite literally when you play Imposters). Either weeding out the killers in short time, or slaughtering through the crewmates at top speed. There’s no doubt about it; you guys are the perfect team.

However, when you two are playing together, you are quite likely to be the worst duo of crewmates or imposters EVER. Don’t even get me started on how distracted you both get by each other. If you are playing with friends over voice chat while you and your F/O are playing together, they swear the only thing they hear from your end is gentle kissing and small giggles. The aforementioned often being accompanied with:

“Hey — Come on! We have tasks to do. That’s enough kisses!” Which is only ever followed up with more kisses when it comes to you two.

But hey, whatever team you’re on, or how competitive you and your F/O may be, they are always happy to do anything with you. They love you after all 💙

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✨ and 🍄 for the ask game!! The dialogue format sounds so adorable T_T♡ !!

Aahhh thank you so much! I thought it was a nice idea since I haven’t had a post where they just talk to each other for a while <33 I hope you’re doing well, Flake!!

All under the cut :)

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✨: what is a wish you'd like to make for me? or about our love?

/// it’s very hard to fully write Byakuya asking these questions naturally at times, but I think it’s fun!!

(Flowers brush up against S/I’s legs as she politely seats herself in the flower beds of the Togami private garden. She starts to pull at the flowers beneath her and intertwine them together, creating a chain of sorts. Nearby, Byakuya sits up in a lawn chair, preoccupied with a book. The weather couldn’t have been more perfect.)

F (excited): “Hey, Byakuya! Look at the new little friend I made. Your garden is absolutely blossoming with ladybugs!”

(Byakuya’s gaze lingers on her for a few moments.)

B: “Hm? Oh, I see...”

F: “Well, you’ve heard of the stories, right? Farmers used to pray to the Virgin Mary in order to protect their crops for a fruitful harvest. Ladybugs are considered to be symbols of good among farmers and a symbol of their prayers bearing fruit.”

(A breathy sigh escapes Byakuya’s lips accompanied by a dismissive roll of the eyes.)

B: “I do not indulge in simple farmers’ tales.”

F (sparky eyed): “But they also say if they land on you, it is believed that you will be granted a wish~”

B (slowly): “So... what will you wish for then?”

F: “Something for you.”

(Byakuya sits in bemusement, attempting to process what she has said. A few moments after, he snaps out of his thoughts and recomposes himself.)

B: “For... me? Darling, you are mistaken. Your naïvety never fails to surprise me. A Togami doesn’t need ‘wishes’ nor ‘luck’, we don’t believe in such things. All a Togami needs for success is himself.”

F: “...”

B: “...”

F: “You... only need yourself?”

B: “I — didn’t mean it like that. I suppose... I could indulge you. Go on. Tell me. What wish would you like to make for me?”

(S/I’s hands fidget with one and other, bending themselves in all sorts of contortions in hopes to relieve some of the anxiety bestowed upon her).

F (solemn): “... I wished that you’d always love me.”

B: “Well, you’ve wasted your wish away.”

(The speed of S/I’s fidgeting accelerates.)

F: “...”

B: “You already know.”

F (her tone, strained and her voice quickening): “You say it all the time, and you act like it too. But please, Byakuya, know that sometimes I still can’t comprehend that someone as successful and intelligent as you would even consider —“

B: “Loving you dearly? Stop with this idiotic prattle. You know how much I value you, don’t make me repeat myself.”

F: “I can’t help the bad thoughts sometimes, Byakuya. I just... haven’t felt myself recently. Maybe that’s it.”

(Byakuya picks himself off the lawn chair and kneels behind S/I. Hands lay gently on her shoulders in an almost-embrace type of fashion.)

B: “... I’ll always love you, darling. You know I would never let anyone get in the way of that.”

F: “...”

(S/I’s pained silence was rather deafening on its own.)

B: “How about an ultimatum? Make a second wish for me. This time, make it a good one.”

(There were a few abrupt moments of silence for S/I to evaluate her next words very carefully.)

F: “... I wish you got to see the Christmas lights at home, back where I grew up.”

B: “Surely nothing could be as astounding as the displays here.”

F: “It’s not about that, it’s just really special to me. And I want to share it with you, as obviously, you’re very special to me...”

(Byakuya pulls her back into him from the shoulders, resting his head atop hers. Even with such a cold heart, it shatters from merely feeling her shivers against his body.)

B (in a low whisper): “Oh, my darling... Perhaps, your wish will come true then.”

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🍄: what is the thing you are most proud of about me?

(S/I and Byakuya lay on the bed with S/I seemingly getting more tired and loopy by the minute. Byakuya’s grip around her periodically tightens every time she adjusts herself to snuggle into him more.)

F (lethargic, tripping over her words): I love you so, so, so much! No measurement comprehensible could describe the extent of my love for you. No matter the size of the planet, solar system, Uni—“

B: “Hush now.”

F (embarrassed): “... sorry...”

B: “You need to get some rest.”

F (disappointed): “I know. I know you’re just looking out for me.”

(Byakuya’s tone subtly warms in accordance to her hurt expression.)

B (softly): “Don’t look at me like that...”

F: “..?”

B: “It makes me... feel guilty.”

F (playfully pouting, mostly in an attempt to cheer herself up): “Then maybe you should let me finish telling you how proud I am to be your girlfriend!”

B: “Fine, fine. You win. You may tell me. But keep this short, I want you asleep very soon after. Just tell me the singular thing you are the most proud of about me.”

F: “... Gosh there’s so many things.”

B: “You’re under a time limit, don’t forget.”

F: “I’m really proud of the person you’ve become. You’re so much more tolerant; I’ve seen first hand how caring you can be, ahaha. I’m so proud of how much better you’re coping with vulnerability.”

B: “I really do not think I have changed.”

F: “There’s still a long way to go, but you’ve definitely become better.”

B: “This ‘change’ is only applicable to you, I can’t stand being among the unwashed masses.”

F: “Perhaps. But progress is progress nevertheless.”

B: “I hope you do realise I will never change for the scum beneath me.”

F (almost dismissively): “That’s a very ‘Byakuya’ approach.”

(S/I let s out a small giggle as she further nuzzles against his chest. Byakuya sighs, he attempts not to immediately succumb to his fatigue he’s hidden under his usual irritated demeanour.)

B (a tad raspy from exhaustion): “It’s time for rest, I will not tolerate any more nonsense.”

F (content): “Mhhmm. No more nonsense it is — until tomorrow of course.”

(S/I’s remark earns an eye roll from Byakuya, who then gently presses his lips against her forehead in a rather chaste fashion.)

B: “Goodnight.”

F: “Hey! Is that all I get?”

B (sighing): “Goodnight sweetheart, I love you.”

(Byakuya shifts cautiously to place a tender kiss on her lips before returning to his previous state).

F: “Night night! Don’t let the bed bugs bite...”

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Hey, what would happen if your F/O gave you a promise ring? Allow me to elaborate.

THERE ARE IMAGINES BELOW. SO IF YOU KNOW WHAT A PROMISE RING IS, FEEL FREE TO SKIP MY EXPLANATION.

Promise rings are for everyone! For those who don’t know, a promise ring is given most often to a romantic partner as a symbol of commitment to their relationship. (However, promise rings can also be given platonically) Most common reasons to give a promise ring are:

To symbolise a deep commitment to a partner if it’s to early in a relationship to get engaged.

If the couple is too young to be engaged but want to show a similar love between them and an engaged/ wedded couple💙

Engagement rings are currently too expensive for the couple.

To symbolise a couple’s long-distance commitment to each other if they must be separated.

With that aside, let’s get into the F/O imagines/ babbles!

How would your F/O give you a promise ring?

How about your more stoic or serious F/O? Perhaps they take giving you this ring a bit too seriously. When you two are laying around their house (or yours) you can occasionally catch them meticulously taking down the names of open restaurants and cinemas, planning the perfect day of outings with the flair of a promise ring to finish your day of fairytale dates. You may even see them drafting and redrafting a script of what they would say to you as they give you the ring, or even practicing it in the mirror when they think you’re busy.

How about your more carefree or adventurous F/O? Perhaps they barge into your room unannounced on the day they could get their hands on your perfect promise ring and present it to you with a joyful gleam in their eyes that makes your heart melt. Maybe they brought an accompanying bouquet of your favourite flowers as well. If your not into flowers, perhaps they got 2 tickets to see a film at the cinemas you’ve been busting to see, or your favourite theme park!

How about your more romantic/ flirtatious F/O? Perhaps they would set up a lantern-lit picnic in a quiet place special to you both. The quietness of the area drawing you further into your F/Os calming voice. The only sound you can hear is their whispered promises of their love and devotion to you before they present your promise ring to you.

Well that’s how they did it, but how does your F/O act while they wait to receive your promise ring?

When you are lying on top of you F/O, or are in their lap, they gently play with your ring finger on your left hand, caressing the place a ring would fit on with their thumb. They try imagine how it would feel if the ring was already on your finger — the mere thought of you wearing such a sentimental gift makes their heart flutter and their eyes sparkle of almost childlike joy. BONUS: if your F/O is not one to smile often.

Does your F/O only give you a ring? Or do they get a matching set for you both? Here are examples of both:

Hey, whatever happens, ring or no ring, your F/O loves you — and in the end, that’s all what really counts 💙

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Imagine you and your F/O watching movies at home together <3

Imagine staying up late to watch movies with your F/O. You both are spread across the couch, arms and legs tangled in eachother; a fluffy blanket wrapped around you both. You endlessly flick through movies to watch, your F/O’s fingers drumming on your waist impatiently. Their boredom started to take over them, now directing their attention to playing with the hair at the nape of your neck.

You shuddered under their touch. You could feel them smirking against your neck before they pressed kisses into it; a sly chuckle escaping their lips. If it’s anything like last time, you won’t be watching a movie anytime soon with your F/O in one of their ‘moods’.

But assuming you did manage to find a movie:

What kind of movie did you end up watching?

Perhaps there was a scary scene in your film: There was a soft hitch in their voice when they realise you’re scared. You pressed yourself against them hurriedly, prompting a kind laugh from your F/O as they wrapped their arms around you. You positioned your head on top of their shoulder.

“... Are you okay?” They whispered. You could only nod in response. They try to distract you from the movie for a little bit. Your F/O gets up, presses a kiss to your forehead, and gets you some food. They return back shortly after, sitting you up and handing you your favourite kind of muffin. They sat down and placed you into their lap, rubbing your shoulders:

“Muffin can ever come between us,” they cooed. (Bonus if your F/O isn’t one to joke around). Suffice it to say, your initial fright over the movie completely washed away.

Or vice versa! Whatever happens, your F/Os love for you is infinite 💙

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Hiya! This is the official archive post for my self ship I endlessly talk about, ahaha!

✦ MASTERLIST ✦

The Masterlist names all of my headcanon posts so they’re easy to reference and find later. For general content exploration though, I’d use the tagging guide below.

All headcanons and important story posts are listed here! Some kind words from my friends that have been send to my ask box are also sometimes linked here <3

✦ TAGGING GUIDE ✦

Tags separate all the kinds of content I do for the couple <3 Great for binging. All tags listed here are also tagged in this post for easy reference.

“Art with Freya | ♠️” is a tag used for all of my art. Most art here would be my self ship sketches.

“Freya’s Finest | ♦️” is a tag used for all of my finished artworks. This is the best of the best from this account.

“Freya Writes | ♣️” is a tag used to separate headcanon posts with dialogue from the rest.

“Best of Freya | ♥️” is a tag used that encompasses all of my short stories. It is the best of what I write.

“ship tag: book lovers | ♡” is a tag of everything that pertains to the ship is in this tag. Reblogs, original posts, this tag has it all.

“andreagami” is a tag used for posts that pertain to the ship made specifically by or for me. No general reblogs are in this tag.

“hug hours” is a tag for all of my gush posts <3

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Back pains have kept me awake, so I decided to rewrite my selfship first falling in love with each other. It’s now 3am, so please excuse the fact this really isn’t the best and there will be a lot of mistakes, ahahaha.

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Thinking about the grumpy man again >///<

Just to contextualise this a little:

Before they were together (back at Green Hills), S/I tried and pester him into showing her his singing as he boasts that he knows all standard instruments — that should include vocals. I don’t think Byakuya would be one to want to show off his singing, unlike his other musical talents — if he can’t present perfection, he doesn’t want to do it. There’s a lot to singing; he’s not going to oblige to S/I’s requests... at first.

This is set during their final weeks at Green Hills before they were enrolled at Hope’s Peak (which is when their relationship started). They are very trusting of each other at this point.

So... here we go!

The dark hallways of the music block were fairly constricting in size and of the mind. It’s easy to let the moving shadows get to you. S/I walked briskly along the halls to find an unlocked practice room to play in. At the end of the hallways, light beamed through one of the doors, overpowering the shadows that lingered there. As S/I approached, piano could be heard from the room, accompanied by a rich baritone:

“When I fall in love... It will be forever... Or I'll never fall in love... In a restless world like this is…”

Curiosity drove S/I forward. Looking into the glass of the door, she saw Byakuya in the middle of the sparse room, playing piano. She stood in the hallway, listening to him intently for a minute or so.

“And the moment I can feel that... You feel that way too... Is when I fall in love with you...”

Him having finished the song, S/I peered into the room quietly, softly waving to him. He sat there: frozen-up.

“... How long have you been listening?”

“Long enough to know you have a really nice voice.”

Byakuya gives no response — he just stares down blankly at the grand piano keys his hands rest upon. S/I sat herself next to him on the stool, placing a gentle hand over his wrist. He flinched at the touch, however, he doesn’t brush her hand off.

“That’s one of my favourites, you know? When I Fall in Love, Michael Bublé.”

“You don’t quit blabbering on about it. How could I possibly not know that?”

S/I ignored his quip and refocused on the song.

“I never realised you were a fan!”

Her small laughs gently rang across the room ��� Byakuya likens her gentle giggles to the warmth of a silent morning alone: harmonious. However, it doesn’t melt away the thick ice encasing his heart.

“I am not ‘a fan’ as you consider yourself to be.”

She began to brush her thumb over the side of his wrist — he jerked his head up, locking their gaze. Her eyes have a slight glisten as the corners of her lips are tugged up. She can’t help it. He can feel part of himself involuntarily being dragged into the deep sea of blue that colours her eyes.

“Then why did you care to learn the song then?”

A brief silence falls between them. Byakuya’s calm and postured demeanour wanes with the slight bouncing of his leg. He tried to find an answer in her face, but those eyes — those stupid eyes kept pulling parts of him out of reality. A breathy sigh escaped his lips to recompose; his signature abrasive nature resurfacing. However, before he could speak:

“In truth, I haven’t heard that song in 10 months. I would like to hear you sing that song again if you don’t mind. Please, Byakuya. Please, play me your song. Please make me feel the joy I felt when I first heard that song. Make me think of you when I hear that song, not of him. Make me fall in love in love with that song again.”

Desperation leaked into her pleas, breaking Byakuya’s aloof tendencies and throwing his gaze back into her eyes. That beautiful glow her eyes had held faded as bloodshot red seeped into them. He couldn’t handle it. Emotions were so trivial to him, but then there was her. Her tears were always so different. There was no pity for oneself, only desperation. That responsibility he felt for her was scrambling his thoughts. Barely managing to string words into a sentence, he responds:

“I cared to learn the song because I care about you.”

The constriction around S/I’s heart halted. She peered up at him nervously.

“Oh come on. Don’t give me that look as if you didn’t already know that.”

She produced strained laughter as she then wrapped herself around his right arm. His demeanour stiffened, unacclimatised to touch. He was a tad charmed by it — her willingness to cling to him, to smother herself with the feeling of safety he embodied for her.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry about that. You don’t have to sing the song... Please, don’t feel pressured.”

“If it is to be for you, then it is my pleasure.”

His fingers traversed across the keys again hypnotically, the rhythm: captivating. His rich baritone was a harmonious compliment to his already mesmerising playing. Upon closing her eyes, the resonant melodies lead her to fall deeper and deeper inside of herself. The line between her being in love with the song or her being in love with him was fading.

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Being comforted by your F/O 💙 - Imagine

You’re in a rather desparate state, your cheeks are reddened, tear tracks have stained your once joyful complexion. Your F/O worried sick about you to say the least. Despite this, they manage to keep their cool:

“Hey there sweetheart, do you want to talk to me about what’s wrong?” The room had fallen still.

You provide an answer, either shaking your head or nodding in response. Whatever it is, your F/O brings you close in their arms. Their hand gently traces along your back, your head rested against their chest as it rises and falls as they breathe. You reach out to their free hand as they happily offer it to you in turn; gently playing with the touch of their fingers.

From here you either talk them through your problems as they listen with keen ears, or remain comforted by the silence of the room, being soothed by the rhythms of your F/Os heartbeat. Soon after you had succumb to your exhaustion; your F/O looking over you with concerned eyes.

Soft lips pressed against your forehead as they carried you gently to your room, laying you down. Admist all your troubled thoughts, they hoped you at least could find solace in their love for you. Your F/O gazed over you one last time, tucking away any loose hair strands covering your eyes and placing additional kisses on your face:

“Whatever you’re going through, I’ll always be there. I love you, sweet dreams..”

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Cute F/O things / Imagines for you all PART 2

Just like in {part 1} we will be covering more of your F/Os cute quirks coupled with some imagines! There will be a part 3.

Your F/O Baking —

Imagine baking with your F/O. You’ve been pestering them all week to bake cupcakes (or something of the sort) with you, although they always have found away around it, often by smothering you with kisses in hopes you’ll forget:

“Hey, hey, hey! Enough kisses!” Your F/O pouted at your response, “We’re baking today! Don’t distract me with your kisses!” They chuckled at your determined statement. Something tells you this ‘baking session’ won’t be productive in the slightest.

Your F/O trudged behind you to the kitchen, watching you get the ingredients out, now carefully measuring everything in. You feel their arms settling on your waist. Their hot breath creeped up your neck before long kisses were placed to the nape.

“Hey! No distractions!” You could feel your F/O smirking against your neck.

“And? What happens if I distract you?”

“You- Um... No baked goods for you!” You turn to hide your face in the crook of their neck, embarrassed of your so called ‘comeback’. They rock you gently from side to side:

“Heh, no big deal. As long as you eat them, I’ll end up tasting them later!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Your F/O chuckled at your response.

“Forget about it,” they hummed, as they began to smother you with their affections again.

Your F/O Singing —

F/Os may be shy about their singing, heh, everybody is really! What would their favourite song to sing be?

Imagine taking a walk with your F/O along the shoreline. The soft hums of the waves filled your ears as shallow water brushed against your bare ankles. Your gaze shifted over to your F/O, the soft evening glow illuminating their face. They take notice of your staring, chuckling lightly before moving hair away from your face to place a kiss to your forehead. You melt under their sweet touch.

As the day fades into night you take solace in nature’s gentle songs; the whistling of birds and the rustling of leaves. But none of that compared to the quiet hums of your F/O. Their hums shifted into song. Whether your F/O is good at singing or not, it’s one of the most vulnerable and calming harmonies; like a delicate breeze passing your ears.

You studied their face, their unbridled joy making your heart skip a beat. You lightly tug their shirt.

“May you sing to me more?” you tilt your head. Your F/O throws their head in their hands:

“Tch, you heard that, huh?” They remark nervously. You bring yourself up / down to kiss them on the cheek.

“Don’t be shy, you sound amazing.” Your F/Os eyes light up, delight haven taken over their face. “You’ll be singing me to sleep, though!” They giggle a bit, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Well that’s going to cost you 20 kisses!”

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2, 3 and 6 for the ask game if that's okay! ^_^ 💕

Hello Octo! Thank you so much for the ask <333 These are perfect! Take care of yourself :)

All under the cut:

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2. If someone tells you two that you make a cute couple, how do you both respond?

I love this one! Their responses are rather circumstantial.

Pre-relationship, S/I definitely becomes viscerally nervous. She will often say: “Oh! Wow! You really think so? I’m not sure if he could ever like me though... I — I like him a lot though! He’s so, fkiygsdyhjjnvg, him! I can’t explain it. I just like him; all of him.”

Pre-relationship Byakuya is not nearly as nice about it all. I mean — he definitely values her, but he’s not interested in broadcasting that very private emotion that he has for her for the world to see. He says: “Quit wasting my time.” and walks off.

However, once they’re together and are both there when the said “someone” tells them that they make a cute couple, their reaction naturally varies. S/I is much more loud about it all, much to Byakuya’s dismay (that man does not want the whole world knowing he even has the capacity to be as soft as to cuddle his girlfriend to sleep — awww sjsjjsjsjs). S/I is very flustered about it all:

“Oh, why thank you! I suppose we do make a good team, ahahaha!” She’ll tugs a bit on Byakuya’s arm to prompt a response from him, however, he just stares callously at whoever is asking; pulling her into him. He’s doesn’t say anything, he just wishes that they’ll leave so he can be alone with her again.

3. Who is more likely to take care of the household chores? Who's more likely to cook for the other?

When something needs to be done, S/I always gets up to go and do it, howbeit, Byakuya pulls her back down (gently of course) back to him and politely (well — as politely as that man can muster) remind her that he has people to take care of household chores. He would prefer if the time they are able to be with each other is fully spent with her by his side.

As for cooking — Byakuya would really prefer if she didn’t. She isn’t bad at it by any means — she’s quite good! But she tends to burn herself; Byakuya really dislikes when she has been hurt under his care, it irks him when he fails to protect her — however trivial it may seem. He’ll allow her to when she wants to cook a family recipe, but he does tend to linger behind her as she cooks.

He does give back hugs every now and then — he’s not a cuddly man, but out of all the hugs, back hugs/ spooning is what he tends to deal with best (as he pretty much has full control of it — and it gives him a sense on intimacy without that vulnerability he occasionally has quarrels with). S/I loves his back hugs ^//v//^ He tends to rest his chin on her shoulder and watch her cook to ensure she won’t hurt herself — his kisses don’t tend to help with her inherent clumsiness though..

6. Do you have a garden? If so, who takes care of it? Do you plant vegetables or flowers?

Byakuya has a few houseplants lying around the manor (none of which he bothers to keep track of though). Hired staff do look after them, however, S/I does spray them when she goes to wash her hands though. The manor does have a secluded back garden area — Byakuya doesn’t have much of an opinion on it, however, they do spend a lot of time their time reading there since S/I loves it so much (as long as there’s a hammock or chair — Byakuya won’t complain).

He enjoys the privacy and the peaceful atmosphere of the garden. S/I will often skip around barefoot in the gardens and looks at all the pretty flowers. Byakuya occasionally gets distracted from his book and becomes a bit uncharacteristically lost in thought as he watches her happily prance around the flowers. He can’t help but smile. He does inevitably get caught staring; S/I smiles back and waves and he’ll get up to check what she’s up to.

She’ll make daisy chains and try place them on his head. He doesn’t really like it — but he will admit she’s very cute when she does these things. He’ll smile but take it off after a few minutes — just to make her happy. He notes that she seems so much more calm and free in the garden. Byakuya doesn’t use the word ‘beautiful’ at all, but it’s the first word that comes to his mind when she sees her like this.

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