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wayvchip · 4 months ago

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cute dates with boyfriend!wayv

kun invites you over to his apartment to cook dinner and have a relaxing wine night. except maybe it wasn't that relaxing since you both turn it into a tipsy masterchef cooking competition. although you are quite intimidated by his cooking skills, you don't let that stop you from trying your best (which wasn't very good). kun, being the nicest guy ever, lets you win. the winner chooses the loser's punishment. you make him wear an embarrassing apron that says "kiss the cook but don't touch the buns" kun complies and prays the pictures you took of him on your phone never end up in yangyang's hands, or else he would never hear the end of it.

ten loves volunteering at the animal shelter, especially a shelter with lots of cats who need extra love and attention. you and ten spend the whole day playing with the cats, feeding them, cleaning out their cages, and brushing their fur. he almost wants to adopt yet another cat or two or three, but you gently remind him this isn't in real life neko atsume so he cannot collect all the cats in the world (unfortunately). ten's eyes soften when he sees you cuddling a senior kitty and he can't help but think to himself he wants to raise many cats with you in the future.

winwin would take you to the beach on a sunny day to enjoy the light breeze and salty air until the sun sets. you notice how he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he is checking you out. winwin compliments you endlessly and gives you one of his jackets to cover up because he hates the thought of other people staring at you. throughout the day, you help each other reapply sunscreen, and you giggle whenever he struggles to squeeze the tube that barely has any sunscreen left, because it sounds exactly like someone after they eat taco bell. during moments he thinks you aren't looking, winwin manages to find a pretty pearly white seashell among the billions of grains of sand and gives it to you.

xiaojun would invite you over to his place and you guys spend the whole time building legos and geeking out over the newest flower and plant lego sets. he starts sweating when your hand accidentally touches his hand while reaching for the same lego piece, even though you guys are literally dating. silly ahh boy. after you both finish building the set in one sitting, xiaojun makes you one of his famous oreo mug cakes, and he makes sure to lightly blow on the spoonful of batter to cool it down before feeding it to you and watching you eat it (he is so whipped for you)

hendery would take you to a hong kong style cafe. it's cozy and cute, and has lots of history behind how the shop came to be what it is today. you have trouble deciding what to order since you are unfamiliar with cantonese food but hendery excitedly explains each dish in detail just for you. once you decide what to get, hendery orders for you in cantonese, which makes you fall in love with him all over again. his eyes light up when you show interest in learning a few canto phrases and he feels his heart melt a little when you repeat after his words and ask if your pronounciation was okay.

yangyang loves going to the arcade section in the amusement park. the bright, colorful lights, silly circus music, and sound effects from the machines makes him feel like he's reliving his childhood again. yangyang tries to show off his claw machine skills because he wants to impress you. he literally tries so hard and finally wins a plushie for you after his like eleventh attempt. while yangyang is rambling on about how the "claw machine was rigged" and how "it wasn't a skill issue" on his part, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, which makes him shut up immediately and start blushing furiously.

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justlemmeadoreyou · 1 year ago

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boyfriend!harry headcanons

-> Every day starts with Harry's sleepy face pressed into your neck, his breath tickling your ear as he mutters "good mornin', lovie." He steals kisses between yawns, his warm hand tracing patterns on your back until you're both giggling, tangled in the sheets.

-> He knows your perfect cup of coffee, the one that makes you smile like sunshine. He surprises you with it in bed, accompanied by a plate of fluffy pancakes or French toast, shaped into hearts, of course.

-> He pretends to scoff when you put on a chick flick, but you catch him stealing glances at the screen, his lips twitching with a suppressed smile. He hums along to the cheesy soundtrack, his voice husky and low, sending shivers down your spine.

-> One minute you're planning grocery shopping, the next he's whisking you away to a hidden beach for a sunset picnic, complete with a spontaneous bonfire and stargazing. He lives for creating memories that make your heart skip a beat.

-> He believes in you more than you believe in yourself. He cheers you on at work, celebrates your victories (big or small), and holds you tight when you doubt yourself. He whispers encouragement in your ear, his voice laced with unwavering faith.

-> He leaves little love notes tucked in your purse, on the fridge, even in the pages of your favorite book. He hides tiny trinkets for you to find – a seashell from your first beach trip, a vintage postcard with a romantic quote, a single, perfect rose.

-> He pulls out your chair at restaurants, opens doors, and insists on carrying your groceries. He walks on the outside of the sidewalk to shield you from the rain, and offers his jacket when you're cold. It's the little things that make your heart melt.

-> His hands wander under your shirt, sending goosebumps erupting on your skin. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, promises of forever and endless love. He makes you feel like the only person in the world, cherished and adored.

-> He strums your favorite song on his guitar, his voice husky and soulful, just for you. He pulls you close, swaying to the rhythm, his gaze never leaving yours. He turns any room into a dance floor, his laughter echoing as you spin, lost in your own little world.

-> He's your rock, your confidant, your safe harbor. He listens without judgment, offers advice without pushing, and celebrates your individuality. He loves you for who you are, flaws and all, and that's the most beautiful love story of all.

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jealous!harry headcanons

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wroteclassicaly · 6 months ago

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Don’t know why I just had a random visual of being fucked hard on top of a counter by Jonathan Byers.

You two are closing down Surfer Boy Pizza. Fingers wrapped around shelves for leverage, supplies falling all over the floor. His jeans are around his ass, face in your neck, grunting and focussed. One of your hands hold onto the empty rack behind you, the other wound in his hair, legs locked around his waist.

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sircantus · 2 months ago

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Ngl i sometimes feel this giant truckload of SHAME whenever writing my fics bc i am not. Faithful to the dsmp lore nor the characters i am an AU maker first and foremost and its fun its great fun but sometimes it feels like im just setting fire to canon and tearing it for parts and its like. Disrespectful to the story? To the love and effort it was made of. Here is what was, and here is my pale imitation, born from silly inspiration. Its nothing like the original at all. I guess in some sense thats what makes it so good but i dunno I cant help but wanna say sorry for shanking your blorbo in the back alley and stealing half their personality to slap onto my new blorbo which is also the blorbo but. Not rly. New and imagined blorbo. Blorbo

#my POINT is that i mischaracterize a lot probably but i am too entranced by the family dynamics to care #i would like to be faithful to canon but i think im literally incapable of it #and every fandom needs the How Did We Even Get Here genre of fanfic #SO HERE WE ARE!!!

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osmanthus-wine-addiction · 25 days ago

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h-hey.. s-senpai.. so i-i r-really l-love angst, a-and i-i was w-wondering i-if y-you can m-make z-zhongli x hanahaki disease r-reader.. 🥺 skibidi

Zhongli x Reader / SFW / angst / Hanahaki Disease trope / love triangle / reader is Guizhong and Morax's close friend / mutual pining / misunderstandings / canon was hijacked for trope purposes / inspired by Zhongli's violetgrass voiceline / btw quick trivia: violetgrass is called 琉璃袋 (glaze/glass pouch) in chinese, which shares the same two characters as glaze lilies 琉璃百合 / Zhongli is called Morax in here / takes place during the archon war and a few decades after he becomes Archon

The glaze pouch, often referred to by its more common name violetgrass, is not to be confused with a flower with a more whimsical reputation; the glaze lily. It's rumored that those beautiful flowers with glasslike petals once covered the Guili Plains, but now has become a rare sight in the wild. What little is left of them can now only be found in remote villages deep in the mountains and in Liyue Harbor, where they had been painstakingly planted, but could hardly be considered thriving from the faintness of their fragrance.

Violetgrass on the other hand, thrives all over Liyue, clinging stubbornly to rocky cliffs, swaying in the breeze. The moisture in the morning air often turns the petals translucent, thus earning it the name glaze pouch. The bell-like flowers retain their fragrance year round and only requires the occasional rain to continuously blossom. It is believed that the flower's downward droop keeps its sweet scent from dissipating, like a drawn pouch.

The glaze lily was her favorite flower. She often wore it in her hair and had it embroidered to her robes. Morax also shared a fondness for the curious flowers, fascinated by how it seemed to be able to sense when there was happiness or sadness in the air. Whenever he was around, the flowers always seemed to blossom more vibrantly, letting their fragrance permeate through the plains. What nobody ever tells him was that whenever he rushes off to fight whatever gods happened to be terrorizing the region at the time, the flowers in her immediate vicinity closed up, reflective of her sadness and worry.

All of this fell into your eyes, including that one time you found her coughing up glaze lilies. You initially thought she had just knocked over a vase of them, because there were porcelain shards on the ground and blood staining those pale petals. When it finally dawned on you what was actually happening, your chest constricted helplessly. Your friend was in love with him.

Just as you were.

You wished you didn't understand what she was going through in such a visceral way. When she gripped your arm for support, bent over the pile of damp lilies, shaking from the coughs raking her body, you wondered just how long she had kept this a secret from you, from him. The flowers must've been strangling her from the inside out for years, piercing through her insides, draining her strength and will to live. Tears welled in your eyes as you watched her struggle to get up. How could she possibly protect the Guili Assembly in this state?

"Did you tell him?" You asked her.

She shook her head, meeting your eyes with desperation. "Don't... please. He can't know."

"He has to know! You're supposed to be the level-headed one. How can you be so foolish?" You shook her, attempting to wake her sleeping sense. "Maybe...maybe he'll come around..."

Who were you kidding? This was Morax you were talking about.

The only reason you stopped coughing up the damn flowers was because you made your peace with it long ago. You put him down, along with all your unanswered feelings and unrealistic expectations. He was a wonderful friend and a valuable ally in this grueling war. You'd never regret meeting him, but you wished you never loved him. Perhaps you still did, a little bit, reminded by the occasional petal that you would sometimes cough up, but at this very moment, you couldn't help but resent him with every fiber of your being. Your friend's body was unbearably light and frail as you clutched her against your chest. How much longer would she live?

You were about to lose one of your closest friends to these damned flowers, all because Morax wasn't capable of reciprocating her. For the first time in your life, you prayed to Celestia. You'd gladly pray to anyone who would listen, even the Abyss, if it'd save your friend. Deep down though, both you and her knew that the only one who could do anything to reverse this impending tragedy was Morax. If only he could love her, your heart wouldn't have to break a second time.

The day she died, you sealed yourself away in that subspace Cloud Retainer secretly built for you on the cliffs overlooking the Guili Plains. Years turned into decades. The hilichurls down in the plains often witness a lone figure sitting along the edge of the cliffs, the tassels along your skirt swaying in the breeze like the flowers you so adored. Aside from the most determined of herbalists, few bothered to scale the rocky cliffs to pick violetgrass, ensuring its abundance. Despite all the regretful things that were sure to eventually find you at some point in such a long lifetime, at least you could always look forward to fresh blooms after a rainfall. That was when the little glaze pouches opened up and let out their subtle fragrance.

Morax had sent out the Millelith to scour Liyue for traces of you again, but you had disappeared like morning dew, just like all the previous times he caught wind of you. It must be frustrating trying to find someone who did not want to be found.

Did you still resent him?

You still thought about him sometimes, but you no longer blamed him like you did when you first retreated here. You heard from Cloud Retainer that he had not taken her death any lighter than you did. From her recounting, he had changed drastically ever since her death, sometimes even taking on a mortal appearance and walking among his people in the streets to learn more about them. Perhaps she did rub off on him. In that sense, she would always be alive in his heart. He did love her deeply, just not in the way she so desperately needed to be. If your friend had been able to look past those stubborn sentiments, perhaps her flowers wouldn't have bloomed as ferociously as they did. The dull ache that came with accepting that your love would go on unrequited would eventually go away. Even if you still occasionally coughed up a violet petal or two, it had already become such an afterthought that it barely disturbed your day.

Of all the things you pegged Morax to be, an idiot was never one of them. He was ruthless in battle, but not at the expense of his cunning. Although the Goddess of Dust was known for her brilliance, Morax was in no way lacking in it. As soon as you began spotting Millelith soldiers in the Guili Plains, overturning every bolder and scouting the vicinity around the entrance of your hidden domain, you knew that he had either managed to fish the location out of Cloud Retainer or he had actually managed to find you all on his own. Perhaps it was finally time to pay an overdue visit to your old friend Morax, or should you call him Rex Lapis now, like everyone else did?

A pair of stone doors appeared in the cliffs, opening to the now-desolate plains. It looked nothing like the Guili Plains that you remembered. The skies were shrouded in a thick veil, signifying a coming storm. Your gaze fell on a hooded figure standing beside one of the crumbling stone structures that littered the area. As if to confirm that you were indeed seeing the person in front of your eyes, your heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

"Morax." His name drifted from your lips.

How long had he been waiting here?

"You're finally willing to see me." He turned, making his way towards you. A tired smile clung to his lips as he approached.

"Say it took me long enough and you can go right back to Liyue Harbor." You crossed your arms.

Morax sighed, his steps slowing to a stop. "Indeed. It is not up to me how long it would take."

A drop of rain landed on your face, then another.

"Will you invite an old friend into your abode to escape the weather?" He asked softly. Uncertainty threaded his voice.

"It depends." You decided to observe him a bit before allowing him to get any closer.

You never minded rainy weather, enjoyed it even. There was just something calming about letting the tiny droplets run down your cheeks and soak into your clothing. The scent of petrichor gradually rose from the earth as it was quenched by the rain.

"You have not changed much." He noted, seeing you tilt your head towards the sky and inhaling deeply.

"The same can't be said about you. I heard you've taken up some new hobbies." You opened your eyes to glance his way.

"Oh. Is that so?" He sounded pleasantly surprised that you've heard anything about him at all. With the way you stormed off, he'd have thought you'd avoid all mention of him.

You nodded. "Heard you've been going incognito in the streets. Did you have fun?"

"Humans are always a joy to watch. They seem to have limitless motivation and creativity when it comes to overcoming life's obstacles."

"You're beginning to sound like her."

"Perhaps." He replied, glancing at you with a slight crease in his brows.

You fell silent after bringing her up. This wasn't a discussion you had expected to have so soon with him, but perhaps it was better had sooner than later.

"I don't hold it against you anymore." You folded your hands together inside your sleeves. "I never should've. It was unfair of me... I'm sorry."

The droplets were coming down a little harder now, but you didn't want to retreat just yet. Under the cloak of the rain, it was alright to let a bit of your sadness seep out.

"That is comforting to hear." He said gravely.

Although you had just given him the confirmation he had come all the way here for, it felt like there was still something heavy weighing down on his chest. It was an obscure and intangible sensation, a familiar ailment that plagued him ever since your disappearance. Everytime your tearful face surfaced in his mind, everytime news of your whereabouts ignited his false hopes, everytime he was reminded of how close she had been to you, a crippling sadness would wash over him. He set out looking for you like a madman, despite having no clue what he would say to you once he found you. Now, decades after that fateful parting, after he had inevitably come to terms with the possibility of forever being cut off from you, you were suddenly standing in front of him once again. He should be relieved. All these years, all he wanted was a chance to explain to you why he could not save her.

"You don't owe me anything, Morax." You continued. By now, the rain was pouring, drenching you from head to toe. Still, you refused to retreat. "Whatever happened in the past, just let it go. I'm sure that's what she would've wanted."

"I cannot say for certain what she would've wanted, but have you perhaps considered what I may have wanted?" He asked you.

You looked up, past the heavy curtain of rain, to find Morax's face hovering directly over yours. The droplets falling from the upper lip of his hood landed on your face, momentarily distracting you as he leaned in even closer.

A sudden fit of coughing came out of nowhere, forcing you to clutch your chest. Perhaps it was his sudden proximity, causing your heart rate to speed up. The dreaded flower petals rose up into your throat, blocking your airway. You had no choice but to push Morax away.

Pain that you hadn't felt for decades pierced your chest as you turned your back to him, coughing up those dreaded flowers that had vehemently returned to torment you. It was a mistake coming out to meet him. Perhaps even with a few more decades, you still wouldn't be ready to face him. You foolishly began sprinting towards the entrance of your domain, determined to leave him behind in your desperation. If you couldn't stop coughing up the flowers, at least you'd be able to salvage some of your dignity by not letting him see you in this pathetic state.

You would've made it, if not for his hand catching your wrist and tugging you back around to face him. Petals were still rising up in your throat and you were helpless to stop them. Tears sprung into your eyes as the vines constricted your lungs, choking you from the inside. You struggled against his grip, incoherent pleas lodged in your mouth as the violet flowers overcrowded your airway.

Morax grabbed you by the shoulders and pinned you against one of the stone doors. His lips crashed into yours, guided by a sense of urgency that defied his own comprehension. The sight of you coughing, of the petals spilling from between your lips, this was all eerily reminiscent of that one particular disease. He had witnessed it claim the life of someone close to him once already. Riveting fear shot up his spine.

He couldn't afford to lose you to it too. His heart clenched in excruciating pain at the thought of holding your lifeless body in his arms. He hadn't searched tirelessly for all these years just to see you wither away. If this was the consequence of his actions, he should be the one to bear it, not you. He was the one who had complicated things, the one who had trouble putting things down, forgetting, staying away.

"I love you." He uttered against your lips, hands buried in your hair as he trapped your body against the stone door. "Please... I love you."

Morax kissed you with increasing fervor, possessed by something that transcended his own understanding. He had never kissed anyone, much less with this sort of intensity. The way his lips moved against yours was crude and unrestrained. He needed no guidance. It was simply an unleashing of raw emotion.

You tasted saltiness on your lips.

"Morax..." You gasped.

He finally pulled away, movements sluggish from the onslaught of emotions that had just battered his mind. His ragged breaths fanned over your face. A steady warmth bled through the damp fabric clinging to your trembling frame. His rigid body surrounded yours like amber encasing a flower.

"I love you." He repeated breathlessly.

You swallowed harshly. The flowers had disintegrated as soon as you heard those words, but your throat was still sore from all the coughing.

"I heard you the first time." You managed to say.

"I love you." Morax panted as he closed his eyes, letting his forehead fall against yours in exhaustion and relief.

"Is that all you can say now?" You laughed.

"Perhaps you should repeat it back to me. I deserve to hear it for all these years of searching for you, do I not?" He chuckled.

His arms still trapped you against the door of your domain. The protruding entryway created a shallow alcove that sheltered you against the pelting rain but left Morax exposed to the elements. His hood had fallen to his shoulders and he had not pulled it back up. The discomfort brought on by the rain soaking into his robes was the least of his concerns. You even found the sight of him drenched and in disarray comforting in a strange, indulgent way. Just moments ago, he had also seen you in your most vulnerable state.

"Petty." You crinkled your nose. "I love you."

There was no point denying it. The flowers had already confessed for you. He could see with his own eyes how hopelessly in love with him you were.

"How long had you been stricken with that curse?" He asked, his tone authoritative as if he were interrogating you.

"What do you mean how long?" You scowled. It was wasn't enough for this pompous bastard to know that you loved him. He also had to know how long you had been pining over him? "You're pushing it, Morax."

"Am I?" He raised a brow.

A smile spread over his lips as he raked his own memories for evidence of when his own feelings of fondness had emerged. He traced the side of your face with a wet fingertip.

"I have desired you for quite some time, my dear, although I may not have been fully aware of what that desire entailed."

Your cheeks burned at his choice of words. "Desire and love are two different things, Morax."

"I beg to differ." He leaned in again, lips ghosting over yours briefly. "Love may come in many forms, but there is only one sort that would compell me to kiss you."

"Fine." You turned your head, deliberately avoiding his lips. "But you probably don't even remember when we first met."

"You know very well that of all the things to accuse me of, forgetting should be the last."

You crossed your arms, an expectant look on your face.

"It was raining heavily that day, much like today." He began.

His gaze followed a raindrop that had slid along your jaw, falling from your chin and disappearing into your soaked clothes. Suddenly a strange expression rippled across his face, followed by a faint blush. He averted his eyes, looking anywhere but your chest.

"Perhaps you could use a change of dry clothes." He suggested after swallowing the sudden lump in this throat.

You looked down and realized what Morax was so flustered over. The doors opened behind you as you dragged him into your domain.

"We'll continue this conversation later." You muttered under your breath.

As soon as you closed the door to your bedchamber, you pressed your back against it. For the first time, the rapid beating of your heart did not come with the painful constriction of vines and the coughing up of flowers. The joy blooming in your chest filled you with hope. These newfound sensations were accompanied by exhilaration, weightlessness, and relief. It was sunlight finally peeking through the clouds after a long rainfall. Your love was no longer a burden but a sweet scent that you could now release without any shame or guilt. Your heart was now as transparent as the petals on those little violet bells, with no secrets to hide.

#zhongli x reader #zhongli fanfic #zhongli x you #more angst #more friendzoning because I am addicted to this genre of angst #hanahaki

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