#his handwriting feels so perfect hehe!

[ratstuckinamarble]

the rat is SICK? :( poor poor rat.....

stay snuggly and stay warm <3

Oh my goodness how are you this adorable T-T I don't even know what to say...

I want to glue this to my heart. May not help me get well sooner but it sure is making me so happy ๑ï

Thank you, truly.

I'll try my best to stay snuggly and warm, though I could never reach the comfort of your drawing. In the meantime, you stay cozy and safe too <3

[pomefioredove]

Hi Dove!!! Can I request headcanons of Vil with a reader who decided not to act on their feelings for him (he found out some other way) because they were worried he would brush off their confession as a shallow celebrity crush?

hehe I love a little drama

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ starstruck

type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, not proofread

Vil had seen that look on your face from the moment your eyes met.

It was flattering. Knowing that he was an ethereal beauty in this world and yours was a compliment you hadn't even known you'd given him.

You were special. In your own right, and to him. You weren't like the others, whose love of him began and ended with his fame. You were his friend. Your love held weight.

Perhaps he had teased you about being starstruck one too many times...

"...I see," he says, fingers curling around the thin piece of notebook paper, as if it was trying to get away from him.

Vil had never looked so... so...

...His look was intense, the corners of his eyes crinkled in thought, his other hand covering the scowl on his perfect lips.

It's your handwriting. There's no doubt about that. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, he tears his eyes away from the paper.

"Why did you bring me this?"

Silver looks almost... uncomfortable, out of place, standing in the Pomefiore lounge.

"I... just thought..." he mutters. "...I just thought I was helping."

You are, Vil thinks. More than you know.

"You are dismissed. Send my regards to Malleus. And tell him he has a fine underclassman on his hands,"

Silver's eyes widen, but he doesn't ask about the unexpected praise. He leaves Vil alone with the note, the note in your handwriting. The confession.

How stupid of you, he thinks. How could you think that he wouldn't feel the same...?

The note feels heavier than it should, your words leadened on the delicate paper.

I know you won't reciprocate, it says, I don't expect you to, but I don't want you to think that this is just some celebrity crush...

The rest of the confession is scribbled out, either from frustration, or embarrassment, or...

And it was left in a bin by the stables, where Sebek found it, who gave it to Silver, who gave it to Vil.

Who, now, can't seem to let it go.

.

Vil can't confront you about it like some... boy.

You need delicacy. You need assurance. He's not going to force the confession out of your throat. He doesn't need to.

This isn't about him. Or his ego.

"I'm happy you could find the time to see me. It's been ages since we've gotten together," he says, smoothing the face mask over your cheeks.

"You said you had something important to tell me,"

You speak rather bluntly. He chuckles. He can't tell if that's your nerves, or eagerness, or curiosity. But it's cute.

"I did," he says, and nothing more.

You blink. "...Did something happen?"

Yes, he thinks. "No,"

"...Are you going to tell me?"

"I am. Patience," he says, adding the final touches on your personalized face mask. A formula he made himself.

"Don't talk, or you'll crack it. Five minutes."

You nod, and once he's sure the mask has set, ensuring he'll talk without interruption, he begins.

"I first want you to know that there is nothing you could do that I would resent you for,"

You look like you want to say something, and he tsks, reminding you of the mask.

"...It's true that you annoy me, sometimes, but you should know by now that I find that quite endearing. We've become quite close. Closer than I would have thought. And I could never see you as nothing but a fan. You know you're more than that to me,"

You almost open your mouth, and he holds a finger to your lips with a gentle smile.

"And I have a feeling that I am more to you than a celebrity," he says. "Perhaps even more than a friend."

Finally, you're speechless. His features soften.

"And perhaps I think the same of you... but all I will say, for now, is that if there were anything you wanted to say... well, I've always got a spot open in my schedule for you. Understood?"

After a long moment of silence and staring, you nod. Vil smiles back.

"Good. Time's up. And then it'll be your turn to talk, and mine to listen,"

[aestherin]

notes | kazuha x gn! reader

hcs

random headcanons because i had a brainrot session otw back to my dorm :D (also not proofread :>)

also may be considered a stand-alone but may also be viewed as kazuha from my keep my heart smau hehe (would actually be very in character since he's a lit major there) ^^

kazuha, who shared several major classes with you on your third year of university

kazuha, who by chance sat beside you on the first day and opted to just sit at that spot for the whole academic year

kazuha, who impulsively and secretly wrote a haiku on his notes app when he heard your voice for the first time

kazuha, whose interest was piqued by you when he got to read the works you've written when your professors required you to exchange papers and critique each other's works

kazuha, whose eyes subconsciously always trail back to you whenever they find the perfect chance

kazuha, who did not realize it until his friend venti told him about how he's making everything so obvious

kazuha, whose heart jumped and dropped at the same time when the two of you got paired for a certain literary project

kazuha, who tried so hard to hide his flushed face when the distance between the two of you became close to nothing as you two wrote down words on the same piece of paper

kazuha, who only realized how deep he has fallen when you smiled genuinely at him for the first time

kazuha, who stayed up in his room that whole night after that revelation

kazuha, who, for the first time ever in his life, could not come up with words to explain what he was feeling

kazuha, who started writing anonymous messages addressed to you on little post-its

kazuha, who started attaching those post-its to your bag every time he finds a chance

kazuha, who starts looking forward to writing you short poems and short notes every single day

kazuha, who is perplexed by the note he found attached to his bag once he got back from the restroom

kazuha, whose brows furrow even deeper once he realizes that it was the exact same note he had stuck to your bag earlier that day

kazuha, who felt his heart overwhelm his whole being when he spotted a very familiar penmanship at the bottom of the paper

i know your handwriting, kaedehara ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) would you care to send me more of these cute little messages at [contact number]? (,,>﹏<,,)

kazuha, who almost dropped his phone as he attempted to type as swift as he could with his hands shaking

kazuha, who swore that he would never ever waste the golden opportunity that you gave him

[choppedsouldreamer]

Guys some how I did even more doodles than last time, like 20- I THINK I NEED HELP NGL I NEED TO REMEMBER TO TAG EVERYONE GUHHH-

Sorry if these are kind of hard to see, I had to take them at a distance so my camera wouldn't automatically make the pics sideways for some reason- needed to migrate these ones to my bed this time since there is no room on my cooker, even if I did indeed cook again U-U This does include pixel art that is kind of hard to see what it is as well so sorry about that but this is my first time trying pixel art and I worked with what I had which was grid paper- (UGH THE PENCIL ONES ARE SO HARD TO SEE TOO MY CAMERA IS TRASH ;-;)

Full pic of all the doodles:

SMG3 doodles close up, Ik you asked for more SMG3 @roxy4life so here you go, eat up my friend:

My OC doodles with a teensy bit of lore hehe, oh and first ever drawing of THE CHILD!!!:

of course an autism creature because we all love this silly lil thing:

and last but not least, the creator doodles!:

@grinnames: here I go drawing this goober again ugh, in all seriousness though I love this guy, just look at him, all he wants is your body parts so why don't you kindly donate them ya silly? I would go on a tangent complimenting you again but I doubt you want that though, so just know you are one of my favourite creators :D

@tophatwearingidiot: hey look who it is! that's your design for my silly gal right there!! I was planning to draw my puffels for so long as you know but my brain constantly got filled and I forgot about it, so here, you got a doodle!! I WILL GET TO THIS I SWEAR UGGHHHHHH, both mentioned as my OC doodles and creator doodles lucky you

@tiredsmashbros and @its-a-me-mango: decided to do you two as two mini doodles together! you two are so damn awesome I love both your art so much AHHHHH, I wish I was as cool as you guys I swear and I love both of your characters so much so here's TSB inhaling a burger Kirby style and Mango just having to deal with his crap like usual and wishing he just got more money for it since TSB is just other worldly XD COOL ARTISTS RIGHT HERE!!! OH GOD DAMN IT HERE I GO DOODLING TSB AGAIN, TOMM HELP ME OUT HERE AND GET HIM OUT, MANGO EXTRACT HIM FROM MY BRAIN PLEASE

@michealscorneroftheinternet: oh boy did you get treated my friend, a meme and another doodle of Ink SMG4? damnnnn, all jokes aside I can't get over these designs, like your ideas are just insane to me and literally all your AU's are my favourites GOD HOW MUCH I LOVE THE UNDERTALE AU AND CHANGE IN SCRIPT AND FALLEN AU DB)SBD)SYVDSVFAD(F)- dude, tell me your secrets how are you this talented? /silly but true on the last part. You're constantly in my brain now too hahahah (HELP ME-) oh and I have a surprise for you! yeah, you thought that was it? haha...no..so you know those doodles of said ink and error 4 and 3? well I'm still thinking of those BUT, I have these as a substitute I'm working on since Ibispaint is up and running on my phone AHA! GET DUNKED ON WITH MORE ART YOU CAN NEVER BEAT ME /silly

I wanted to include more of my crazed AU and thought this was too perfect so had to do it, DID SOMEONE SAY PERFECT?!? /j

bro gets to not talk sometimes because he had chains around his neck YIPPIE!! (and hehe @theartistisme43 mentioned) that's if you can read my doodle handwriting lol, if not here it is (purple = SMG3 blue = SMG4)

bottom doodle: so you also had a run in with Mr Puzzles huh? Yep... So fuckin done with life

Top doodle (left): AYYYY!!!

Top doodle right: can't breathe sometimes and talk, knows how scarred 4 feels

[starlost-mochi-x]

rose part 2 - lee minho

pairing: lee minho x reader

summary: you and lee minho, the smartest student on campus, get unexpectedly paired up to work on an assignment

genre: less angsty, mutual pining, college!au, happy ending hehe

a/n: yayy part 2. dividers by @kodaswrld

⛓️ prompts: 17. "Why are you looking at me like that?" / 28. "You're looking at me like that again."

skz prompt list | skz masterlist | part 1

The next few days are rather awkward.

You avoid Minho as much as humanly possible; more than once he tries to approach you in the corridors, though unsurely, and you find yourself ducking into the next hallway or stopping to talk to someone so that he won't.

Not that you don't want him to approach. Part of you misses talking to him, though most of what came out of his mouth was teasing remarks and judgmental comments. But he does it in a way that lets you know he doesn't mean it.

You know he doesn't mean it, but after you messed up those few days ago, you're beginning to wonder if he might in the future.

You find yourself glancing his way during lectures, subconsciously reaching for your phone to text him before you take control of yourself and tear your gaze away, shove your phone into a drawer. Keeping distance is the best thing to do right now, even if you do miss him.

But still...

Minho and his pretty necklace, his pretty lopsided smile, although it's rare. But it makes it all the more special. It makes him all the more special.

The part of you yearning to see him wonders if there's a slim chance that he reciprocates what you've begun to find yourself feeling, and it tells you to go and find Minho, talk to him, work things out. Maybe you could play it off, say you were on something, plead that you were tired or that there had just been something on his face.

Which is why you had touched it in the first place, though it was on a whim. You'd stroked those precious few strands out of his eyes, touched his pretty mouth on a whim, your fingers brushing against the perfect mask that Lee Minho never lets slip.

The professor calls your name suddenly and you shoot upright, having previously been slouching on your hand, staring down the rows of lecture seats. He shouts out a question and panic seizes your gut like a vice.

"Y/n, what's the answer to question eight?"

Your eyes flit over the screen at the front; you haven't been listening and none of it makes sense. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out, and you feel the gazes of other people becoming more prominent by the minute.

Your gaze catches Minho's by chance; he's sitting at the very front of the lecture hall as per usual, all of his materials lined up meticulously neat on the desks. He mouths an answer to you, subtly holding up three fingers.

"Option three," you blurt out. It must be the right answer because the professor turns away, moving onto the next question. You sag back into your seat with relief.

Minho is still looking at you.

You steal a glance at him again, hoping that he's not looking, but he is. You make to look away in haste but not before you see him point to his notebook, gesturing to you and then back at his book.

Staring down at your own folders and papers, you take your black notebook from under the haphazard mess and flip through it. Minho turns back to the front just as a slip of paper falls from between the pages.

You unfold it. Minho's neat, looping handwriting inks the paper in blue.

Meet me at the library at five o clock.

Absolutely not, you think. You toss the paper onto your desk and lean back. There's no way you're going. You might just come up with an excuse and relay it to someone so you don't have to show up. You look back down at Minho's note. It's fallen the other way and there's writing on the other side. You peer closer.

And don't even think about disappearing or making up an excuse. Come on, Y/n. You're not that busy a person.

You roll your eyes, even though you're smiling. He knows, and the realisation doesn't hit you as hard in the gut as you thought it would have.

Five o clock it is.

☆☆☆

When you enter the library, you know exactly where to go; Minho's usual spot is always the far corner, several long tables and chairs tucked behind the shelves. As someone who spends a lot of time in the library to begin with, you've often seen Minho by himself at one of the long tables, with his knees tucked neatly over one another as he reads, or his head bent in concentration as he studies.

You make your way there now; and sure enough, there he is. He's sitting perfectly upright, his posture immaculate. Your back hurts just thinking about sitting the way he does.

Yet again, the only movement is coming from his wrist as he writes something in his books, just like he did when you were at his dorm. He doesn't look up as you approach, hovering near the table unsurely. Like he's a wild animal to be tamed.

He is a little bit, you think.

"Minho..." You begin hesitantly, if not only to announce your presence.

"Hello, Y/n," he says quietly. He sets his pen down in one movement and looks up at you. Like he doesn't have energy to spare, so he's mindful of every move. "Sit down."

You laugh nervously as you collapse into a chair near him, one seat away from where he is. You are a walking tornado in the pristine museum that is Lee Minho.

"So, what is this, a therapy session?" You tilt your head at him, trying to break this ice. Shit, this is so awkward.

"No," he says again, matter-of-factly. "You've been avoiding me."

"I haven't," you try feebly.

"All you do is lie, Y/n. To yourself too. Stop it."

His comment cuts you unexpectedly.

It hurts even more because he's right. You lied to him and to yourself. You told yourself that avoiding him was the best thing to do. And in addition, suddenly you're irritated and pissed off because of how calm he is.

"Minho."

His tone softens. "Sorry."

You huff and lean back. It feels like when you were a kid, getting into trouble for talking back.

"Why'd you call me here? You've finished your section of the project, so there's no need for us to work together anymore."

Minho shakes his head. "That's not why I asked you here."

You're quiet. Then, "Why?"

"Y/n, I'm not upset about what happened. It seems you are."

He's talking like a fucking therapist, you think. "I didn't mean to touch you like that, it was just on a whim, I was overtired-"

Minho laughs suddenly, his eyes crinkling. It's a surprisingly pleasant sound. "Did you rehearse that excuse?"

You grumble and attempt to wipe the haughty smile off of your face. He's seeing right through you at every turn. "No."

"Well, does being overtired make people want to be close to each other and touch each others' faces?"

You scoff at him, though your heart is pounding. "No. Stop being stupid."

"I'm not stupid. I'm incredibly smart. And I'm right."

"Sure you are, Min."

You freeze. The nickname slips out almost on habit; countless times during the duration of previous project meetings had you called him that purely to irritate him. At first it was a tease. Now it was almost affectionate.

His usual ticked-off reply doesn't come. He looks at you strangely. Then with a slow, deliberate movement, he gets up and sits down in the chair directly next to you. Several of his papers and pens clatter and drift off the table, but he doesn't flinch, nor notice. He doesn't even blink, his gaze entirely, unbrokenly fixed on you.

You gulp.

"I've had a long day," he says calmly. "I missed my lecture this morning because I was studying for my arts exam, and I wasn't able to talk to you these days either, which made it surprisingly worse. I couldn't sleep last night either."

He says all of this with a pure, almost gentle sort of conviction. Like he's a stranger in an elevator, making a polite comment about the weather to fill the silence. It's raining quite hard today. It's predicted sunnier tomorrow, though.

Your throat is dry and it almost hurts to talk. What do you even say to that?

"Okay."

Minho nods solemnly, the ghost of a lopsided grin on his face. His gaze is implicative, almost a smirk. "I happen to be quite overtired at the moment. Do you know what happens when people are overtired, Y/n? I think you do."

Not for the first time in your life do you curse Lee Minho with the eternal role of 'little shit'.

"No," you whisper, unable to speak any louder. "I don't."

"I told you to stop lying."

"I'm not."

He tilts his head a little more. "You are."

You go silent.

Minho's hand comes up to experimentally touch your cheek. You almost flinch at the unexpected gesture but you force yourself to stay still, not wanting to shatter the charged atmosphere. The pads of his fingers are soft and then he draws them back, bringing them to cover his mouth.

He yawns.

He's doing it on purpose now, you think in exasperation. Trying to make me admit that I wasn't overtired at all when I touched him. Even though he already knows what I was doing.

He leans back in his chair, tilting his head to the other side. At this point he's just teasing. He knows exactly what your intentions are. He's playing it up to frustrate you.

Minho brings one hand to his perfect hair and rifles his fingers through it, gaze never leaving you. He messes it up on purpose and you find yourself almost drawn to him, wanting nothing more to reach out and fix it. His gaze is nothing more than an invitation. At least, that's what you're assuming.

You're so close to him, you could just reach out and brush it away like you did those days ago... so you do. It's as soft as you remember, like pinfeathers between your fingertips, and you card it out of his face in gentle, slow motions, not fixing it completely, busy trying your best to ignore his piercing gaze almost burning through yours.

You hesitantly poke his knee, just checking that he's not an apparition and that this is actually happening. It is. And when you look back up, you feel Minho's presence far closer to you than you did before.

This time, when he tilts his head, it is a gentle question. Yes or no?

You nod shakily.

Minho leans in slowly, eyes flitting to yours, checking every step of the way, before his mouth brushes gently against the curve of your cheekbone. Like a bird's wing brushing your face. Colour floods your cheeks and your face burns rosy as his mouth brushes yours briefly, a little clumsy but full of awkward affection, your eyes closing. Minho presses his forehead to yours for a few seconds and then leans back. You open your eyes.

His hair is a royal mess; you suppose your face is a mirror of his expression. His eyes are still fixed on you, the colour high and flushed on his cheeks, mouth parted. You don't think you've ever seen anything, anyone more beautiful.

Minho has the audacity to grin. To grin.

"I think," he breathes shakily, "that I should be overtired more often."

You let out a shaky laugh. "Yes."

"Y/n?"

"Minho."

"Please stop avoiding me," he says softly. "It was lonely."

You stutter out a response, surprised you're still functioning after he just kissed you. "Okay."

Minho brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "You know that assignment we were working on together?"

You blink, surprised at the sudden change of subject, but you go along with it. You'd handed in your parts together several days ago; you'd scraped through with a decent mark, and Minho, of course, scored with his usual A+. "Yes?"

Minho actually laughs then and you know instantly that it's a sound you want to hear him make for the rest of your life. "I knew you would struggle with it, so I gave you most of the work so that you'd have to come to me for help. We spent more time together because of it."

Your mouth drops open. "Minho, you didn't."

He grins, poking your cheek. "Told you I'm super smart. I pulled an A+ and a hot partner at the same time."

You kick him in the shin.

a/n bonus: i saw this in the tags and i have to admit i laughed

[levandright]

HII this is my fluff wip tht i scratch away bc i hv too many smut reqs

Summary : One of them writes a love letter to get over their feelings, but it accidentally ends up in the other’s hands. Not knowing the letter is about them, they ask the writer for advice on how to respond to their own letter, sparking a chain of misunderstandings until the truth is revealed.

What i had in mind :

-Jake wrote it to y/n

-He accidentally lost the letter while he was walking on the hallway

-The letter ended up in front of y/n’s locker

-She picked it up and read it

-Told jake abt the letter (but they r both idiots) until somehow they figure it out bc it got obvious

Feel free to change the plot!! ( I might write a part 2 from ur fic if u make it <3)

Letter of the Heart

pairing : jake x f!reader ୨ৎ content / warning(s) : fluff, they're friends, funny misunderstanding cause they're idiots(jake specifically but its okay <3), highschool au ୨ৎ word count : 1k ・ archive

synopsis. when y/n finds a love letter at her locker, she has no idea who it’s from, so she asks her best friend, jake, for help with what to say. jake, being the good friend he is, jumps in—giving advice, joking around, and even offering to “practice” her responses.

ᐢ..ᐢ lev notes : ended this on a cliffhanger hehe >:3 hope you like what i did mama belle <3 cause i had an awesome time, thinking of what to add on to make it more fun.

part 2 here!

it all starts with a love letter. jake, who’s been silently carrying a crush on you for ages, finally pours out his feelings on paper. he didn't plan on giving you the letter—it just something he wrote to work through his emotions. but the next day, while walking to class in a rush, the letter slips out of his notebook and lands right in front of your locker.

later, you spot the folded note, curious, and decide to read it. your heart flutters as you take in the words—gentle, vulnerable, clearly written by someone who has been holding these feelings close. but who could it be? the handwriting is neat, but familiar. intrigued, you decide to find out.

during break time, you bring it up to jake. “i found this letter outside my locker,” you say, holding it up, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “it’s… really sweet. but i have no idea who wrote it!”

jake, obliviously laughs. “a secret admirer, huh?” he teases, thinking of all the possible suspects. “what did it say?”

you blush reading a line out loud: “‘every time i see you smile, i feel like everything makes sense.’” jake’s heart skips a beat, hearing his own words, but he quickly pushes away the strange familiarity of it.

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later that afternoon in the cafeteria. you hold up the love letter, cheeks flushed as you read through it again. you sigh looking to jake for help. “it says, ‘you make me believe in all the little things that make life beautiful.’ how… how am i supposed to respond to something like that?”

jake laughs, trying to brush off the pang of recognition he feels. did he… write that? he wonders but shakes the thought away, assuming it’s just an odd coincidence.

“maybe say something like, ‘i didn’t know i had such an impact on you!’” he suggests. “or if you want to be bolder, add, ‘tell me more about these little things.’ you know, just to tease them a bit.”

you beam, nodding. “that’s actually perfect! you’re a genius at this.”

jake chuckles, putting on a casual smile while his heart races. “just call me the love doctor.” he can’t shake the strange feeling, but he pushes it aside, too embarrassed to imagine he might be your admirer.

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in the library the next day, you and jake go over the letter again, trying to analyze every word.

“whoever wrote this,” you murmur, pointing to a line, “has a way with words. ‘every time i see you smile, i feel like the world gets a little brighter.’ that’s… that’s intense. do you know anyone who’d say something like that?”

jake’s pulse quickens as the words ring a familiar bell in his head. that sounds like… something he would write.

trying to cover, he shrugs. “uh, well, it’s probably someone with a soft side,” he jokes, mentally kicking himself. “maybe they read a lot, or… watch a lot of rom-coms?”

you laugh, clearly enjoying the mystery. “could be… but it feels so genuine, like they really meant it.”

he tries to smile, but his mind races. could it really be… his own letter? the thought sends his heart racing, and he fights to keep his cool, feeling embarrassed that he might be guiding you to respond to his letter.

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that night, as jake lies in bed, an unsettling thought lingers in his mind. could it actually be… my letter?

the more he thinks about it, the more familiar those lines sound, and his stomach twists with both excitement and dread. sitting up, he grabs his backpack and rummages through it, pulling out his notebook. he flips through the pages, looking for the tucked-away letter he remembers putting there. but as he gets to the back of the notebook, his stomach drops.

the letter isn’t there.

“no, no, no…” he mutters, flipping through each page again. but it’s nowhere to be found. he recalls that day in the hallway when he’d been rushing to class. it must’ve slipped out then!

jake groans, covering his face with both hands, completely mortified. 'she’s been reading my letter this whole time… and i’ve been helping her respond to it!'

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as you sit in class together, you try to bring up the letter again. “so, about my response… i was thinking of adding a line about—”

jake quickly interrupts, laughing a bit too loudly. “oh, yeah, sure, whatever you think, it’s all good!” he blushes, then looks away. “i mean… i’m sure whoever it is would be thrilled with anything you say.”

you narros your eyes, studying his red face. “are you okay, jake? you’ve been acting really… weird since yesterday.”

jake scratches the back of his neck, glancing everywhere but you. “who, me? no, no, i’m fine. totally normal. it’s… totally normal for me to help you write a love letter to someone i don’t even know, right?”

he lets out a nervous laugh, mentally cringing at how ridiculous he sounds, and you just raise an eyebrow, watching him closely. is he blushing? you wonder, putting the pieces together bit by bit. but you don’t say anything yet, waiting for the right moment.

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the next day, you read the letter over again, something finally clicking. as you recall jake’s reactions, the strange look in his eyes every time you talked about the letter, you suddenly realize the truth.

the next day during lunch, you turn to jake, a small knowing smile on your face. “jake… i have a hunch. about who wrote the letter.”

jake’s heart stops. “oh? who… who do you think it is?”

your eyes search his, twinkling with a new understanding. “i think it was… you.”

jake’s eyes widen, and his mouth opens, but before he can respond, the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. you stand up, leaving him stunned in his seat as you head off to class with a glance over your shoulder, you give him a teasing smile.

“see you after class, jakey~” you say with a playful tone.

jake is left sitting there, his heart racing, unsure of what you’ll say—or what he’ll say—when you finally meet again.

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requests. open!

©levandright

[rascal-xo]

I saw your domestic ghost Headcannon and loved it 😍

Please do another where Ghost is domestic with his lovie on Valentine’s Day!

Like what he would plan or do for them as a couple hehe

All My Love | Simon Riley x Female Reader |

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff 🩷🖤🩷🖤 + some minor smut

Word Count: 483

A/N: Hope you like this post!! Lmk what y’all think in the replies :))

Simon may not look like the type but he’s a TOTAL romantic at heart. Loves nothing more than making you feel loved by him. In his mind, Valentine’s day is no exception for doing exactly that.

Is already running on military levels of sleep even when he’s at home with you, so he’ll be up with the sun and attempt to cook you the perfect valentine’s day breakfast. (He basically cooks as well as he drives, but cut him some slack just for cupid’s day)

Makes a mean cup of tea cant deny that 😫 it just runs in his aggressively British blood

Will wake you up with bringing you breakfast in bed, although most of it most likely won’t get eaten. He’ll make the most of being in bed with you early in the morning. Even the mightiest of ghosts have fallen victim to love, and in Simons case he absolutely is okay with that :)

Will want to spend the morning in no other way than to be tangled in the sheets with his woman, doing what he loves most; loving you.

He's not one for big, flashy displays of affection, but he knows how to make you feel special in his own way. Will spend hours just worshipping your body in all the right places and in all the ways he’s learn to know it best. Won’t stop until he knows you’ve had your fill.

Don’t think he’s gone completely soft on you cause he'll make sure to take his time, savoring every moment, until you're writhing beneath him and begging for more.

When he finally does give in, it's with a tenderness and passion that takes your breath away. He'll move with you in perfect harmony, his body pressed tightly against yours as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Simon may not be the most vocal about his emotions, but his actions speak volumes. He’ll slip a dainty locket necklace around you and you stand in front of your mirror, and kiss the back of your neck as he moves your hair back into place.

When you get his something no matter what it is, he’ll always have it on his person. He thinks of you to be his purpose and would go to any lengths to come back home to you.

When he has to go back to the 141 after his time home with you, expect to get letters. His handwriting is one you’ve become accustomed to in the time you’ve known him. The same handwriting you tease him for since it looks like that of a teenage girls which always seems to get him to chuckle.

Bro becomes a Shakespeare variant when he’s away from his woman. He’ll tell you every little thing and you’ll read it over and over again, running your fingers on the locket around your neck, wishing to be in his arms again.

[chocoyeo]

Lucky [j.yh]

>> jeong yunho x reader >> fluff, cozy, soft, really super very tender, college au, i'm in my yunho feels rn and i want him to be one of my classmates wtf >> wordcount: 1.7k -> it's another boring day in uni, you're exhausted and distracted but you're lucky yunho is with you to keep you company !! <3 [little short story, nothing much happens but hehe] <-

[8:40 a.m]

-Hey! ‘Morning, morning…!

-...Good morning.

-Thaaat… didn’t sound convincing at all. Are you really having a good morning?- Yunho’s sweet voice reached your ears like some sort of lullaby. Although it was only nine in the morning, you felt like taking a nap, again. The one you took on the subway on your way to university wasn’t enough.  

You were feeling quite slumpy for no reason in particular, and your friend had now made it his problem, too. 

-What if we–

-No, Yunho. No skipping lectures…- you tried to sound responsible even though that thought has been lingering in your mind for at least three hours.

-Woah, that’s what you were thinking about? I was gonna suggest to go grab a coffee but if skipping class is what you really want to do then…- he giggled, his eyes searching for yours while the two of you were heading to class: the thought of spending the following hour and a half stuck in a room with other 80 students didn’t really excite you that much. You were glad that Yunho was there to keep you company, though. 

Since you still had some time before the lecture started, the two of you quickly grabbed a drink from the vending machine: a really bitter canned coffee and a really sweet peach ice-tea. What a duo… 

-Hopefully your way too sweet ice-tea won’t make you straight up fall asleep in class.

-Shush, at least it’s not whatever abomination you keep getting.

-It’s just coffee–

-I’m sure you’re the only one in this whole university that buys that.

-Oh well… more for me then, heh!- he shrugged, a faint smirk painting his lips before he took a sip of his drink. The two of you quickly arrived in class and found two seats, your hands swiftly taking out your laptop from your bag, sipping on your drink while waiting for it to turn on and load your notes. The professor hadn’t arrived yet so the room was filled with a lot of chattering, giggles and mumbling; students were gradually filling the seats around you and you found yourself leaning your head on Yunho’s shoulder out of boredom. 

-Yunho, I really don’t want to be here…

-Mh? Do you want to skip? The prof is not he– oh! Nevermind, he’s just arrived.

You scoffed, trying not to laugh too loud at the perfect timing of his comment. Shaking your head slowly, you fixed yourself on the really uncomfortable chair and took one last sip of your drink. as you brought your whole focus to your laptop, the way-too-calm voice that your professor used whenever he had a lecture started to fill your ears. You sighed, probably trying to conceal a possible yawn from leaving your mouth, and threw a quick glance at Yunho, sitting on your right: he was carefully taking notes on his notebook– his handwriting wasn’t the best, but you had always found it quite adorable, the way he would somehow crouch while taking notes, his hand quickly moving on the book, his pencil case storing a whole army of blue pens and blue pens only, besides one yellow highlighter and a pencil.

The professor’s soporific voice echoed in the room (since he had decided to use the mic to be heard better) along with the typing sounds of people taking notes on their laptops. You tried to stay focused, yet your mind was wandering away way too easily, and you didn’t know why: so many thoughts flooded in, the main one being a really strong need to just stand up and leave that damn lecture. You sighed once again, and you suddenly felt someone tapping on your arm.

It was Yunho: his eyes were not hiding the obvious concern and worry he was feeling towards you– but you just couldn’t even explain how come you were feeling so blue that day. Maybe it was the ugly weather? The heavy gray clouds you spotted on your way to class that morning? Or the fact that you had stayed up all night playing games and not winning a single match…

You shook your head and tried to bring your focus back to your laptop screen: that half-empty document page was waiting for some new words to be inserted, and your heavy hands tried to type in whatever the professor was talking about, although tiredness was getting the best of you. Yunho tapped once again on your shoulder, this time he offered you his pencil: you accepted it, now holding it in your hand and not really knowing what to do with it. Yunho lightly pushed his notebook towards you, leaving a blank spot available for you to doodle on. A smile painted your lips while you started to quickly draw some little silly characters, moving to writing random comments and words, and then switching to writing Yunho’s name in various fonts: whenever you completed one, you would leave a quick “dummy ~ “ right next to it just to move on to the next font.

You had obviously abandoned your notes, although you tried from time to time to type in something –some concepts or quick important things– but your attention would move back to Yunho’s notebook quite easily: your eyes and mind were absorbing every letter and drawing you left in that blank space that, well, wasn’t blank anymore. You weren’t aware of the way Yunho had been looking at you the whole time: his eyes softened the moment you accepted the pencil, his lips were curved in a sweet smile and he silently admired every drawing you had left on that page while he carefully took notes without disrupting your little masterpiece.

Once he had to turn the page, though, he lightly tapped on your hand with a finger: you didn’t pay much attention to it for a moment, probably because you were so bored of that lecture and so absorbed in your little world that you weren’t paying attention to anything or anyone at all at that point. His finger traced random lines on your knuckles before you finally stopped and looked at him, giving him a few seconds to turn the page and resume with his notes. You silently apologized, leaving a little smiley right next to the few words he had written. 

The moment you heard your professor dismiss the class, you stretched your arms, somehow acting as if you did something productive during that lecture. You did feel a bit more relaxed and you had to thank Yunho for that. In such an easy way he was able to let you silently vent and get distracted, assuring you that he would have lended you his notes. You promised you would have offered him an ice-cream as a thank you gift. 

-Oh well then, don’t mind me if I choose one of the most expensive ones!

-It’s fine, Yunho. It’s both for the notes and for the fact that I basically vandalized your notebook.

He shook his head, laughing- You really liked writing my name, what, four times in a row? But it’s fine, at least you didn’t fall asleep… 

-C’mon, the professor even used the mic today… It was the perfect lullaby…

-I can’t even imagine falling asleep to an old man explaining marketing graphs but I guess to each their own…- you lightly slapped his arm in response, laughing.

-Right, did you hear about that project the other departments came up with? 

-No, I was too busy writing your name in different fonts for a whole hour.

-Oh, true. Well I just understood that some people will be involved in a whole photoshoot! The photography kids are quite good, you should apply to that.

-Me? Nah, I’d rather–

-Spend the whole night playing games just to come to lectures completely sleep deprived?

You stopped abruptly, nearly tripping in your own steps- What’s up with the sudden callout?!

-I was so worried this morning. But then I checked and saw your last access online was at 2 in the morning… with a 4 hour long gameplay… uninterrupted…

You bit your tongue, your eyes quickly avoiding to meet his. You got busted! And no excuse would have saved you in any way…

You had promised, at the beginning of the semester, that you wouldn’t have destroyed your sleep schedule over some silly video game. You were quite serious about that and allowed Yunho to see your game history and access just to keep you in check. A little detail you had momentarily forgotten…

-Yunho… forgive me?- you looked at him, signaling an apology with your hands, held tight together.

-You’re lucky today we don’t have other lectures… Were you perhaps planning to not come at all?- he looked at you, his eyes nearly closed because of the way he was (jokingly) glaring at you. 

You quickly moved your gaze away, clearing your throat before admitting that you were indeed planning to skip lectures and that was why you went to sleep so late. But in the morning you felt quite guilty, remembering how Yunho would often tell you not to skip classes otherwise it would become a bad habit, so you decided to go even though you were completely sleep-deprived. 

Yunho tried his best to hide a smile from showing on his lips, failing miserably because of how cute you looked in his eyes. His hand fixed a lock of your hair, delicately moving it behind your ear.

-Well, I really appreciate how your sleep deprived brain thought about me, but next time take better care of yourself, okay?- he mumbled, his fingers delicately caressing your hair.

You nodded, receiving a quick peck on your cheek.

-Let’s go then, I’m really in the mood for a big big ice-cream a certain someone is going to offer me!- his hand lightly grabbed yours, and you let him lead you to the usual place you would stop by to get some snacks. 

The sky was clear, no heavy gray clouds were in sight anymore and you really felt better, probably thanks to him and his precious company. You felt really lucky.

[dualityvn]

Happy Valentine's day, dev! ^-^

Cute fluffy Tenebris Valentine's prompt maybe? hehe it's okay if you don't have time! I hope you're well and your day is good. (❁´◡`❁)

ACTUAL HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! (GN!MC x Tenebris)

Tenebris looks a bit disheartened when you meet him outside your apartment complex. He perks up a little once he notices you.

"Something the matter?" you ask, a little worried.

He gives you a smile, but it looks a bit strained. "Don't worry about me, let's go."

He takes your hand, giving it a little squeeze before he starts to lead you down the street. One bus trip and a little walking later, the two of you have left the city. There's a well-kept trail and a bench right at the edge, where the forest meets the open field.

"It's the best place for star watching. I know it's kinda chilly, so I brought blankets."

You nod gratefully as you follow him to the bench and you both take a seat. The sun is setting, staining the few clouds on the sky with hues of red and orange.

"I brought you something," you say as you reach into your bag and pull out a big box of chocolates. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

His face lights up as you hand it to him. But soon after, his smile dies out.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?"

He shakes his head. "No, it's not that, I just wish I'd gotten you something too. I've been trying to make something for the past three days and all I have are blankets and hot chocolate that has too much milk. My homemade chocolate looked like coal, my handwriting is unintelligible and when I tried folding paper flowers, all I got was weird looking scrunched up balls."

You now understand why he'd looked so down when you'd seen him earlier.

"Awww, Tenebris, you didn't need to go through so much trouble. I'm happy just to spend the day with you and it's the thought that counts."

He doesn't look convinced by your words. It only gets a sigh out of him. "But Keith always does all these cool things. Everything turns out perfect for him. I don't want you to feel like I care less than him."

You let out a small huff, unable to hold back a smile. You pull him into your arms and plant a kiss on his cheek. "I don't think that. And you did things for me, too. You brought me here, you're spending time with me and you made me hot chocolate. That already counts as caring."

He finally relaxes in your arms and rests his head in the space between your head and shoulder. "Okay. In that case, I'm never gonna try to write poetry again. Too many words to say I love you when I can just say the usual three."

You laugh. "The fact that you attempted it in the first place is admirable."

Tenebris smirks. "It's dumb. I'll just do this instead." He pushes his head up and then leans in to steal a quick kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day."

[butchtwelfthdoctor]

please tell me all about in the blood (no pressure, i am genuinely interested though!!!!!!)

AHHAHHAHHHHHAAAA YES OKAY THANK YOU ELI

OKAYYYY SO in the blood, doctor who extended universe book, i think it takes place pretty soon after the Silence in the Library arc cos that's mentioned quite a bit, and Donna's husband Lee (who was, i may add, i think going to be canonically trans but they weren't sure how to show that in a split second without it being confusing but he's trans in my heart) from the simulation is on Donna's mind a fair bit so my guess is it's pretty soon after that ANYWAYS, fairly standard doctor who plot, big problem with technology and people on earth and of course it's because Aliens. specifically its that internet trolls are dying and ofc The Internet gets worked up about that, but as more and more people start venting their anger online everyone gets more and more angry and they become hysterical and sometimes die. which obviously is a big problem they have to solve, i won't give away the plot but its fairly average dr who stuff.

BUT. OHH BOY THE CHARACTERSSSSSSSASASSaSSASaSAS i mean i love ten & donna anyways but they are written SO WELL like SOOOO WELL it's SPOT ON and it's so perfect because they do the same things they always do - the doctor is fully prepared to die (well. very painfully regenerate) just as he always does and uhhh actually maybe it's better if i take pictures there was a lot of frantic margin scribbling & underlining hehee

uhm. spoilers below. and very long post

my handwriting is nigh-on-illegible here i know but it says 'she remembers the Arachna-things [one google search later - Racnoss] from the Runaway Bride she knows he has killed people & that people get killed around him but... [long pause here as i thought of what to write. how do you justify that? greater good?] yeah i can imagine it really is easier to not think about it'.

this is just such an interetsing thing that they couldn't have shown in the show right, you can't show 'she didn't even really like to think about it' visually with the same impact. but like.... yeah. she saw him kill all the racnoss & still travels with him. moral grey areas flawed characters but.... the companions must do some serious mental gymnastics NOT TO MENTIOn the Doctor coping mechanisms or lack thereof.

^^but then there's this!! the hope!! he really can't stand people dying even when he is surrounded by it!! he has to hope!!!

^^ platonic doctordonna moment!!!!! i love them so much heheeee but also Lee.... oughhhhh

^^ SUCH A DOCTOR MOMENT he HAS to carry on for the sake of THE WORLD even when it means Donna is at risk

^^handwriting id - 'see THAT is such a Doctor moment - just like ' 'yeah i knew for ages', lied the Doctor' - he doesn't tell people things b/c he doesn't want to upset them & he hopes that if he doesn't mention it it wont happen. if you see your own grave you have to be buried there etc. & it's maddening for everyone but also kinda tragic'

the doctor was hiding that what Donna thought was going to fix the problem wasnt going to work b/c then she's get upset & angry, which spacey stuff blah blah is whats currently killing people - but Ten (teh Doctor in general) does this A Lot, not saying everything he knows because he thinks it's going to upset/panic/hurt people/

^^ THIS!! he needs his best friend!!! without saying anything & over the phone, Donna can tell!! ajsnjansh i just love them so muchhhh

^^ (they were back in london in present day) the Doctor feels guilty about pulling Donna from her normal, safe life, even though like she wanted to he probably couldn't have said no to that if he tried - and putting her in mortal space danger - but also completely removed from her normal life. she doesn't live like Clara, who fits weeks of time travel in time to show up to work, she's missing out on Normal Life. she's not at home. Sylvia knows she wont be staying for dinner.

sorry a lot of this is kinda depressing BUT i promise you there are joyous bits too! the Doctor is canonically a Kate Bush fangirl!!! and donna has to stop him drinking coffee cos he'e hyperactive enough as it is lol. and -

hehe

[watchmegetobsessed]

OLD GRUDGES (part 2)

A/N: hello hello! it is quite the miracle, but im here with the second part already!! hopefully i can get the creative juices going and finish this story hehe

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

SUMMARY: Harry and Y/N go way back. Working together was like a dream when 1D was still going strong. Now, years later, when they end up working together again, things are very different. Mostly because Y/N seems to be hating Harry passionately. But he has not idea why.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Solo studio sessions weren’t happening a lot for Harry. It was always him and at least one of the boys there, since the final product always needed them all. So when Y/N texted him if he could drop by the studio for some rerecording, he jumped at the opportunity.

Maybe it wasn’t just the desire to record on his own, maybe… it had something to do with wanting to be with Y/N.

“So what are you thinking?” Y/N’s question snaps Harry out of his thoughts, he was a tiny bit too focused on the way she was leaning onto the mixing desk. 

“Huh?” 

Y/N turns to him as she leans back in her seat. The look on her face tells Harry that she knows why he wasn’t listening to what she was saying, but it doesn’t seem like it bothers her.

“The note change. What do you think if you go higher up at the end?”

“Great idea,” he chuckles and he thinks he might even be blushing a bit. 

“Okay, then let’s try that,” she nods towards the booth, getting ready to start the recording again. 

Time flies by as they work on the song, recording several versions they can later choose from. Slowly, the session turns into something else, something friendlier and freer as they start sharing creative ideas. 

“How do you always know what would work the best?” Harry asks with a laugh, spinning around in his chair.

“I do not,” she shakes her head, taking a sip from the remainder of her drink. They ordered food a while ago, the empty wrapping papers are now sitting in the trash.

“Oh, you definitely do. What goes down in your mind?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs shyly. “I just… hear it, I guess.”

Harry can’t help but look at her in awe. She is so young and talented, he aspires to be like her someday and even hopes she’ll be the one to teach him. 

“I want to show you something,” she speaks up, rolling closer to the desk. She searches on the computer for a bit and then opens a file before music starts spilling out of the speakers.

A soft melody starts playing, only a few notes are hit before the guitar joins in and then soon the rest, but it’s still kept very simple. It quickly buries itself into Harry’s ears and he listens to it feeling like he is lying on a cloud somewhere up above.

“What do you think?” Y/N asks when the recording ends, seemingly nervous to hear Harry’s thoughts. 

“It’s amazing, Y/N.” He is still in awe, the goosebumps on his skin are still there even though the song is not playing anymore.

“I made this for you guys especially, I can already hear your voice in it.”

“Do you have any lyrics?”

“Just a couple of lines,” she nods and grabs her notebook, flips over the pages and then hands it over to Harry. He scans over her neat handwriting and reads the lines.

We’re only gettin’ older, baby

And I’ve been thinking about it lately

Does it ever drive you crazy

Just how fast the night changes?

Even though he doesn’t know how the lyrics would go with the melody he heard, he just knows it matches perfectly. 

“I love it,” he smiles, handing her back the notebook.

“It’s not done yet.”

“It’s already perfect.”

She chuckles, seemingly overwhelmed by his positive reaction. They’ve only known each other for a short time, the connection between them is strong and it’s not only Harry who has so much respect and adoration for Y/N. She craves his validation just as much. 

“Maybe you’ll be recording it one day,” she smiles at him sheepishly.

“I really hope so.”

Harry wishes he had a hangover to battle with this morning. He would much rather be chugging all kinds of green smoothies that promise to ease the aftermath of an alcohol-filled night, but this is not his case. 

His phone is sitting on the kitchen counter with a black screen, almost mocking him in a way.

No calls, no messages, she doesn’t want to talk to you. You fucked it up.

He doesn’t want to check how many times he’s tried to call her since last night, even though after his first try her attempts went straight to her voicemail. He left a couple of messages and they got progressively more and more desperate. 

“Hey, it’s Harry. Please call me back, let’s talk about it okay?”

“Y/N, pick up the phone, please don’t run away. Let’s talk, we need to face each other sooner or later.”

“I’m begging you, Y/N. I’m so–Fuck! Why did you run away like that?! Please call me back, I’m losing my mind.”

Not his proudest moments for sure, but the radio silence has been killing him.

As he’s staring at the device, his thoughts racing, he is trying to come up with a plan on how to deal with the situation. He goes over the facts again.

Y/N has been obviously hating him since they’ve been working together for the second time. He has no idea what he did to turn her against him and she refused to tell him either. Despite the tension that’s been lingering around them, there’s been a strong physical attraction, at least on Harry’s side, but last night proved that it’s been mutual.

Last night. When he attempted to get answers, they got into an argument which somehow turned into a hot and rather quick fuck in the restroom, after which she ran away like the building was on fire and he hasn’t been able to contact her since then.

Fuck, this is still such a mess.

He grabs the phone from the counter, ready to call her again, but then the screen lights up and for a moment Harry’s heart jumps right out of his chest, but then it sinks into his stomach.

It’s Mitch.

“Hey man. What’s up?” he answers the call.

“Hey, just checking in, you left in a quite… weird state last night.” In the background Harry hears Scout chanting, followed by Sarah’s voice and then silence.

“Uh, I’m fine. I’m fine.” He rubs his face with his free hand, leaning against the counter.

“Yeah, sure. So what happened?”

“Nothing, really. Everything is fine.”

Mitch goes silent on the other end of the line and Harry prays he just lets it go, but deep down he knows it’s not going to happen. Especially because Mitch knows him like the back of his hand and there’s no way he can fool him. With his lips pressed together he stares ahead of him and then Mitch speaks up.

“You fucked Y/N?”

“What?” Harry chokes, shocked that he got to this conclusion with so little information. 

“Holy shit, you fucked her!” Sarah’s voice comes from somewhere in the back. “Sorry babe!” Then Harry hears him shuffle around and he continues. “You totally fucked her, right?”

He doesn’t answer, but it does answer Mitch’s question. 

“What the fuck, I thought you two hated each other.”

“Well, she hates me and I’m just… returning her hostile behavior.”

“Okay, but how did you end up fucking?”

“I genuinely have no idea. I just wanted to talk to her, try to get her to tell me what I did but then it turned into a small fight and the next thing I knew we were making out like horny teenagers.”

“Where the hell did you even do it?”

“Staff’s restroom. It was unlocked.”

“Wow man, this is wild,” Mitch laughs in disbelief. 

“Yeah, it was pretty wild, but then she just ran away.”

“Sarah said she saw her leaving, she looked… off.”

“Off? What does that mean?”

“That she just grabbed her bag, mumbled something about needing to leave and then basically sprinted out of the bar.”

“How did she leave that fast?” Harry growls, still in disbelief she could flee that quickly. “Have you guys talked to her since last night?”

“Nope.”

“Great. She is not answering my calls and messages and I’m literally losing my mind over here.”

“I wish I could give you any advice, but… I have no idea what you should do. Maybe give her some time. You’ll have to face each other eventually, you work together.”

“I know, but… It would have been nice if that wasn’t the first time we met again.”

“Well good luck with this mess, man.”

“Thanks. I appreciate your support,” Harry mumbles as they end the call.

He recalls the last time he felt this nervous was probably before he played Wembley as a solo artist. But today he is just going into the studio.

It’s been two days since Mitch’s show and he hasn’t heard a single thing from Y/N. It took him some time to go from trainwreck to somewhat okay, but then today he woke up with a raging anxiety about the fact that he’ll be facing her finally. He tried to come up with a plan and figure out what he’ll tell her, but he knows he wouldn’t remember any of those standing in front of her. 

So he is going into this fully blindly. 

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Jack greets him when he steps out of the elevator and the two of them head to the studio together. 

“All good,” he smiles, or at least tries. 

“Listen, today I thought that we could…”

Harry kind of tunes out, his thoughts only circling around seeing Y/N in just a matter of seconds. How will sh act? Will she be mad? Embarrassed? Exactly how she’s been? Total mystery. 

“Ah, I’m gonna get coffee quickly, be back in five.” Jack pats his shoulder before running off right in front of the door to the studio where Y/N probably is currently. 

He stops there, takes a deep breath to get himself ready and then before he could chicken out of it, he opens the door.

And there she is, sitting in her usual seat, already working on something. Today she is wearing light washed jeans with a black t-shirt, a pair of bright pink earrings dangling from her ears, bringing some color into the set.

She looks amazing, as always. 

At the opening of the door she turns in his direction and time seems to stop for a bit as their gazes meet. 

“Hey,” Harry breaks the silence as he steps inside.

“Hi,” she replies and turns back to the screen.

Ice cold. She is pretending like nothing happened and it’s hitting Harry across the face like a slap. 

He inches into the room and drops his bag to the tiny loveseat by the wall, all while staring at Y/N, waiting for her to… well, react differently. 

“Um, how are you?”

“Fine,” she answers in a dull tone, eyes glued to the screen. 

“Where… Where did you go the… other night?”

“Home.”

Okay, he is about to lose his shit, her one word replies might be even worse than no reply. 

“Y/N, can we talk about that night? Because–”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she cuts in and finally looks at him with such a murderous expression, it almost startles Harry. 

“Oh, but I think there’s a lot to talk about.”

“No. Nothing happened.” She speaks slowly and her voice carries an awfully threatening tone in it. “And if you ever bring it up again, I swear I will do everything in my power to ruin you.”

“What is this, kindergarten?” Harry huffs in disbelief. “Why can’t we talk like adults just once?”

“Because we have nothing to talk about!”

“We had sex in a bar’s bathroom, Y/N! That is pretty much something!”

“It was a mistake,” she hisses back. “I had too much to drink and I have—had a lot of shit going on, okay? I would have done it to probably a stranger who I came across so now get the fuck off my back and shut your mouth about it! It will not happen again.”

Harry can’t decide just yet how he feels. Confused, hurt, angry… disappointed. There are a thousand things he wants to say, but none at the same time. So when he hears Jack’s footsteps outside he just swallows it all down.

“Okay. Let’s forget about it.”

“Hey guys, got coffee for everyone, can we start?” Jack walks in and life moves on. 

Harry takes his usual seat and braces himself for probably the longest session ever. 

Harry is said to be great at networking, although he kind of hates it. He needs to be in a specific mood to charm unknown people who would later have a decision over his career. 

Columbia Records have these events from time to time where artists and investors meet, bringing the creativity and money together to find some common ground. Which not always happens, but they just keep trying. 

Tonight it’s a dinner party, there are a few artists, producers and people with the big money. Jeff talked Harry into coming, but he is not planning to stick around for dessert, he’s just not in the mood. To be honest, he hasn’t been in the mood for anything for a week and that week coincidentally lines up with how long it’s been since he had that talk in the studio with Y/N.

Okay, it might not have been what would be considered as a talk, Y/N very specifically told Harry not to ever bring up what happened and then he just agreed to it out of… fear? Embarrassment? Confusion? 

Probably all of those and even more. 

Sipping on some champagne Harry is eagerly waiting for the eating to start so he can leave as soon as possible. He’s been schmoozing around for the past about forty minutes, but he can feel his batteries draining. 

Then another guest arrives and Harry’s stomach drops.

Y/N walks in wearing a burgundy pant suit, looking chic as always. 

A waiter walks past Harry with a tray of shots and he is quick to grab one and chug it down.

“Well, this is going to be interesting,” he mumbles to himself.

For the next twenty minutes it’s like a weird dance between the two of them, trying to avoid each other, which seems to be successful, right until the dinner actually starts and Harry realizes he is sat next to Y/N. 

“Amazing,” he hears and looking up he sees her behind her seat, looking anything but thrilled.

“I didn’t make the seating,” Harry defends himself as they sit.

“Let’s just get over with it as fast and painlessly as possible,” she grumbles under her nose.

“Agreed.”

Across from them two men sit, investors Harry assumes from what he has heard from their conversation so far. For a bit he prays they don’t try to talk to him, but soon enough they pull him into their chit-chat, along with Y/N as well. 

“How long does it take for an album to be recorded?” one of the men, Callum asks them. 

“Um, it varies, I’ve done it in just a month before. My current one has been in the work for a little over five weeks and we still have a lot to do,” Harry smiles politely over the appetizers. 

“And how many songs do you make until you choose that dozen that actually gets to be on the album?” the other one, Damian asks.

“I don’t know, I usually record around twenty every time, but I assume it depends on the artist.”

“The average is usually between eighteen and twenty-five,” Y/N chimes in.

“What happens to the rest that don’t make it? Or don’t get finished on time?”

Harry can sense Y/N freezing at the question, her hand actually stops mid movement. 

“Well, we save them for later, maybe use them on another album. Or just… simply never use them,” Harry explains while Y/N snaps out of… whatever happened to her, returning to the conversation. 

They can’t leave early, the two men keep them busy all along, asking them about anything and everything about their job basically. 

After dinner drinks are served and it’s turning into a smaller party. Harry has lost Y/N when he stood from the table and for a while he thinks she could escape somehow. But then, just when he is in the middle of ordering a car for himself, he spots her talking to Damian, the guy from across the table.

The expression on her face is definitely not pleasant and not just in her usual way. Harry knows her enough to figure out she doesn’t like what Damian is telling her, not even one bit. Anger and disgust are very much apparent on her face and as Harry walks closer to investigate and potentially save her from the unpleasant conversation, he catches part of it.

“I mean, I would trust a guy over a woman, but that’s not bad, right?” Damian snorts out a laugh, but Y/N is not sharing his humor. In fact, she looks like she is about to blow up like an atom bomb and even though Harry knows she would have all the rights to do so, it might not be too wise in front of investors. Even if they deserve to be murdered by hurricane Y/N.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt your chat, but Y/N and I have a last minute meeting, so we better get going to make it.” Harry chimes in before Y/N could reply.

“Oh, a meeting? This late?” Damian asks with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yeah, the others are… in… London.”

“It’s five am in London,” Damian pushes, checking the time on his Rolex. 

“Yeah, they like to work early in the morning, I’m sorry. But it was so nice meeting you!”

He circles an arm around Y/N’s waist and gently starts leading her away from the man and for once, she doesn’t protest. They don’t wait for a reply from Damian before they turn around and leave. Luckily, the car arrives just on time and Harry helps Y/N get inside before joining her on the backseat. Y/N gives the driver her address and then lets it all out.

“What a stupid fucking asshole!” Y/N snaps finally, now that she can freely say all of her thoughts out loud. “I bet he hates all women! He thinks we are just not as good as men in… anything!”

“He really is an asshole, don’t let him have this, you’re better than this.”

“What’s the use of being better if men like him are leading the whole industry?!”

Harry opens his mouth, but then nothing comes out of it. He could tell her the same thing over and over again, to just ignore and get over it, but they both know what she just said is painfully true. So instead, they sit in silence and he lets her rage internally in peace. 

When they arrive at her house she is so quick to jump out, Harry grunts as he tries to catch up with her.

“Y/N, wait!” “What? What is it, Harry?” she snaps, clearly still upset.

“I get it that you’re mad and what Damian said was terrible, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re amazing at what you do, okay? And that’s what matters.”

“I know that I’m good, okay? And I don’t need your confirmation about that.”

Normally this would have been a spicy comeback, but it just lacks her usual wit this time, so it came out… kind of sad. She is looking at her with an expression Harry hasn’t seen, not lately at least and he is not sure what to do. This might be the moment when he should leave, but right when he is about to turn around and walk back to the car…

She kisses him. 

This time he knows it was her, but he is eagerly returning it in an instant. It’s the same hunger as that night at the bar, but somehow still different. When she starts pulling him towards the front door he stops, but just so he could form a few words.

“Want me to stay?” he manages to ask between kisses and she just nods in a rush, still pulling him. Harry waves back at the car blindly so the driver knows not to wait for him. “We won’t talk about this either?” he then asks just as she kicks the front door open, still kissing.

“No,” she answers shortly and then they disappear inside.

NEXT PART

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[freewheelshippin]

this right here 

this is the good shit 

[rabbitblackx]

aaaa hi can i request ghostie with a male s/o who likes to write and gets happy when ppl want to read it. no im not projecting smh

Aww yeah sure this sounds cute! I hope u don’t mind I added just a pinch of spice near the end. Ig it’s just how I headcanon Danny, especially with a male reader for some reason hehe. But anyway hope u kinda like this!😊💖

Ghost Face (Danny Johnson) with a Male!Writer!Reader

Warning: Sexual references

The Ghost Face first saw you at the survivor campfire while he was stalking. He immediately noticed you writing in a small notebook. He would then also notice how solemn you appeared when none of the other survivors wanted to read it when you asked. So next time on trial, Danny approached you

“Whatcha got there?”

Your feet were glued to the ground as the Ghost Face loomed before you. You nervously peered down to see what he was talking about, only to spot your notebook poking out of your pocket

“It’s—it’s just what I write in sometimes.” You stammered

You shakily pulled it out of your pocket, tracing your thumb along the worn cover. Without any warning, the Ghost Face yanked it out of your hand

“Hey!” You yipped

Danny chuckled at the high squeal that came from you, causing an embarrassed blush to sprinkle across your face. He opened the notebook to a random page, scanning the handwritten paragraphs. For a moment you forgot you were on trial and he was a killer, as you went to snatch your book off him. Danny only backed away more, thrusting it up in the air and away from your reach

“That’s mine!” You squealed again, not very ‘manly’ like

But the Ghost Face seemed to get a kick out of that, like he enjoyed it or something. He then continued to back up so he could actually skim through some of the stuff you had written. It was mostly short stories, and even some entires about your time in the Entity’s realm. Either way, he thought they were quite excellent

“You’re a good writer.” Danny smiled under his mask

Something prideful welled up in your eyes, and you sparked up the first of many conversations between the two of you

Danny could read your stuff all day and never get bored. He loved your handwriting, and would trace across all the intentions each letter made. He never had the heart to tell you when there was a spelling mistake or error in your punctuation. He thought it was perfect like that already. Because with those little mistakes, they were what made it all you. Delicious, perfect you

If you were bigger than Danny, he would sit in your lap and babble along for hours. Sometimes all you could do was nod along as he went on and on about journalism or his ‘designs’. If he was talking too fast, he’d take a quick break to simply cuddle up into your neck. You could feel Danny’s smile flush against your skin, taking in the smell of your cologne

Would compliment you nonstop on your cute little stories. His glowing words of praise always found a way to make your face go all red. This then made Danny wanna just pounce on you

As much as Danny loved your writing, he was pretty sure he loved you more. Reading your stuff was actually a close second to what he usually liked to do with you… that and kissing

Once again, if you were bigger, he would straddle your hips with his leather clad arms around your neck. He kissed you long and hard, loving to shove his tongue straight into your mouth. Danny let it get real steamy, making you two huff and grunt against each other’s lips. Please let him run his gloved fingers through your hair. He loved it so much. Ooh! And if you even let him tug it a little bit… he’d think it was his birthday

If Danny asked you to read your writing to you, you would be ecstatic. You’d both curl up under a big tree as you read him your stories. The unmasked Ghost Face would get distracted easy though. Your handsome voice would get tuned out as he began to stare at your chest. You would have to bashfully stop reading when his hand would slither under your shirt and stroke along your pecks

“Danny, what’re—you doing…?”

“Don’t mind me. Keep going.”

[kpophubb]

Hi! Congrats on 2k 🥳 May I request an OT7 reaction to prompt number 28? Thank you so much for writing and posting your works! <3

♡єηнуρєη χ яєαԃєя ♡

❥𝖤𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀/ 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒 ♡

🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳𝘆 ᰔ // masterlist

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 911 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺."

✼••┈┈┈┈••✼♡✼••┈┈┈••✼ ♡✼••┈┈┈┈••✼

☆ нєєѕєυиg :~

Although heeseung and you liked eachother, none of you confessed to the other one and made things official

You two yourselves knew that it was TOTALLY mutual and even the members shipped y’all!! But-

Both of you were waiting for the other one to make a move

But your hee wasn’t confessing or asking you out at all..no matter how much you waited. He was being shy and dorky and you knew you had to take matters into your own hands now..🤦‍♀️🙄 after all, how can you blame him if he’s our innocent vanilla bambi?🤭

And besides even tho a bold and flirty hee (which was a super rare case for someone like him) made your heart flutter, it was no denying that a shy and giggly heeseung was the very best!!🥺

So you arranged everything really well. You didn’t want it to be too simple or too extravagant, and hence you invited to take him out for a lunch date at his favourite place!

Even though he didn’t know what was coming, this sweetheart dressed in your favourite style and even brought you flowers?? 🫠😭

You already told the waitress before hand and handed her your note, instructing her to hide the proposal note carefully in between the paper towels when she would serve your order.

And therefore after 15 minutes passed and you guys were good to go, the food was here as per your signal!

Hee lifts the paper towel in a while and his eyes quickly follow to the note that fell down the table. Confused, he picks it up and stares at it to read it.

When he reads the words “will you be my dear boyfriend?💞” written there, he’s immediately in denial.

At first this dummy even thinks it’s a mistake and calls the waitress to return it UNTIL he feels your heavy glare like you’re about to murder him😠🔪😆

But then he instantly checks the handwriting and..realises its from you😳

Man goes all “😳🙈💓💘🫣😱😊💗”

Like bazooka and fireworks were exploding inside his stomach

So shy that he tries to hide his face in the handkerchief bc he doesn’t want you to laugh at the way his cheeks are going pink 👉🏻👈🏻

hee is quick to read the situation and he gets up and sits beside you hastily, taking your hands inside his and looking at your eyes directly.

“Ofcourse I would love to have you as my girlfriend y/n” he boldly confesses, somehow making the moment so intimate with his honesty and romantic eyes!

Will be so giddy throughout the whole lunch date and never let go of your hands even for a minute

A nonstop giggle machine who can’t hide his big, happy smile at finally dating the love of his life!

And duh, he expects to act bold in turn and kisses your cheek..but

Almost has his heart stopped in the process bc he’s such a cute and flustered babyboy hehe 😝💓

☆ ʝαу:~

Okay so, you can never be the first one to propose to jay!

Cause he be that perfect romantic guy straight out of them hollywood movies ! >.<

Hence he already made his 11/10 preparations to propose you on your birthday!

Valentine’s Day is a pretty cliche and you’d be expecting sth on the day of love so he avoided that ocassion on purpose

When you least expect it, you’d find a gift bouquet of dress, matching accessories and shoes lying on your bed with a note that says “meet me at your doorstep in an hour” from jay.

He handpicks your outfit for the day by himself! Talk about being classy🥹

And when you do dress up, anticipating sth romantic, it is then you meet him, all dressed up in a suit outside your doorstep, greeting you with the brightest smile ever!

He blindfolds you the whole drive, holding your hands securely the whole ride and kissing the back of it from admiration.

Also compliments you so so much more than usual

After around half an hour later, you reach a very luxurious dinner restaurant at the side of a beach! A beach cause that’s your favourite!

You open your eyes and immediately get teary from the way the table is decorated with candles and rose petals!🥹

The whole beach is lit up by lamps, and there’s even people he hired to play the piano as you guys eat!

Soon enough, you see him kneel down for you the traditional romantic way and tell you “will you be my girlfriend y/n” in the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard

And how could you ever say no to the fairy tale romance?

You obviously agree and the blissful night ends in harmony, the sound of crashing waves and soothing piano keys as you and jay dance together and drown in eachother’s loving confessions!💞

☆ ʝαкє:~

Your romantic, ROMANTIC guy who’s totally head over heels in love with you and ofcourse..so are you

He would definitely take his chance to cheesily flirt with you here and there, but would be so affected by it lmao and run away after that

I mean..he was still in his shy phase with you and didn’t quite enter his shameless jake phase yet

So you wanted to be the one to ask him out first

Besides it would be a great revenge on him since he was always making you bashful by complimenting you randomly and blowing up your heart BY BEING OUTRIGHT FLIRTY😳

Now it was your turn to blow up HIS heart..😈

You invited him over at your place on a special weekend and specifically told him to come alone

What you didn’t know was how not only were you the one planning to propose but so was he!

You dress up all nice and cute and even set up a nicely decorated place with “date me” letter balloons and cupcakes you yourself baked!🥺

The moment jake rings the bell to your door, you open it and rush straight inside his arms, yelling excitedly “my jakeyy!!”

He freezes for a second there and his soul almost leaves his body from the abrupt contact of your body with his..😳💞 like wow..you were so soft and smelled so nice and your heart beat was beating against HIS CHEST now that you were squeezed together

He immediately notices the set up behind you and gets the scene

Hugs you back 10x tighter, almost squeezing the life out of you and giggling with his squeaky voice in your ears >~<

When you let go after what feels like an hour, you kiss him on the cheek all of a sudden, catching him off guard

his eyes go “O.O” and he almost dramatically falls to his knees from embarrassment and shyness ! 🤯💓

But Damn girl..you better be prepared cause when he gets up..he will ATTACK YOU WITH KISSES >.<

Like who did you pull this romantic stunt on? The clingiest puppy of the century so you’re now in for a parade of his sweet kisses 💋

“I.*kiss.* love *kiss* you *kiss* my *kiss* girl *KISS*” 🫦🫣

No way can you shove him away so you just give in and enjoy your moment of a lifetime ;)

☆ ѕυиgнσσи:~

It was the 14th of February, the day of lovers, so you knew you had to make it special for your sunghoon!

Besides he finally got a break day admist his busy schedule (that was very intentional bc he begged for a day off just so he could spend it with you 🤫)

Y’all plan a mini trip to the next city, to spend some time by yourselves, both of you planning to confess on this big day!

As it was a special ocassion, all the shops and stalls were decorated with red heart balloons and many couple offers!

When you walk by a plushie store, your eyes immediately land on a stuffed bunny that you wanted but you had to shoot the aim with a playgun- the game that you were so horrible at.

But ofcourse, these are the moments sunghoon loves the most! >.< when you can depend on him for anything

And him being the man he is, he proudly wins the bunny for you!

The moment hoon goes to take the bunny, the shopkeeper hands him another one, the female pair, and says “this one is for your pretty girlfriend. Since you guys are the cutest couple that visited our store today.” winking at you

To this sunghoon shyly smiles and thanks the lady adding “my girl indeed is really beautiful. Thank you again.”

You hear the whole conversation and just…stand there in awe

When he comes back, after a while you do ask him:

“Since when did I become your ‘girl’ sunghoon?🤨”

“Well…” *coughs*

“Maybe you will be…..at the end of today.” He chuckles nervously.

And awwh!🥺You take this chance to ask him out indeed.

“Then will you be my boyfriend?😳”

Well well..You know the answer from the way he looks at you and brushes your fingers together instead. 💕

☆ ѕυиσσ:~

Actually, this smart boy saw your proposal coming 😆

From the way you were being so clumsy and hesitant today and blushing every now and then, stealing glances of him

He knew from a long time that you liked him anyway

And…..so did he ☺️🙊

On the day you first met, that you celebrated as your “meeting anniversary” you guys go on an ice cream date!

After buying him his favourite mint choco (mind you, you bought him 3 scoops today just to bribe him to say yes) you look at him with frowned eyebrows, as if warning him that you will only take a yes for an answer even before you asked the question. -.-

“So kim sunoo..* clears throat * “

He holds a laughter back immediately at how determined you sounded lmao

“HEY DON’T LAUGH.😠 this is important!” You warn.

“Yes ofcourse. *chuckles* go on fast. My ice cream is melting.”

“Will you spend the rest of your life with me?😳”

And..3,2,1 he just bursts out laughing loudly.

Which causes you to raise an eyebrow from displeasure

“Well sure. If you promise to accept mint choco as the world’s best flavour.😌” he teases.

“AS IF I WOULD EVER.” You roll your eyes and give him a playful nudge on his stomach with your knee, his sunshine smile causing you to smile in turn.

But you knew the boy just agreed, because once he’s done eating, he gives you a doting forehead kiss and murmurs a silent “I’m-so-lucky-to-have-you.”

You wish you could enjoy the romantic moment, but nah, you’re running after him to wipe the cream off your forehead that he just mischievously smudged from his lips!😆💕

☆ ʝυиgωσи:~

Okay so our yang leader lost a bet with the boys and was dared to propose you as part of the losing deal

Even tho jw isn’t someone who’s very openly affectionate and likes being cheesy (he’s a silent sweetheart and we all know it 🥺) , we all know how competitive he is and hates losing!

Hence, he agreed to do that like it was no big deal for him!

But like in all reality, it was a PRETTY BIG deal because they literally asked him to propose you for marriage??😳

And that too, infront of them as witness…🙄

Like how could they miss out on this golden content of their leadernim??😆

And so they forcefully dressed him up and even cleaned the space where the great act was to take place!

Although the rational part of jungwon was being skeptical and feared your reply as y’all were still teenagers, the irrational part of him was going crazy over the thought of having you as his wife 😳 (well not now but someday)

So when you came, you already could sense the sus smell in the air

Like why was your wonie acting so weird and where were the boys?🤨

They were all stacked one on top of another by the door, hiding and peeking in to see the show without you noticing! 😝

Abruptly, you are thrown aback as jungwon suddenly kneels down infront of you and reaches out his hand for you.

You could tell he was smiling a second before, but now? His eyes were glimmering with a hint of honesty and intimacy.. 💘

“Y/n. Will you marry me?” He blurts out in the most polite way he could ever say.

And damn he sounded so romantic and SEXYY that you could swear you felt your senses leave you for a second there

But you fumble a “yes” shyly and rest your hand on his reached out one, that causes him to smirk in a winning delight

The cute moment is crushed to pieces in seconds when the boys shout and fall like dominos infront of the door from excitement lol

That causes jungwon and you to separate hands in a flash

“KISS HER! KISS HER! KISS HER” they all begin cheering loudly, raising an eyebrow at their bashful leader

But ugh no, he really doesn’t do it and just tells them to shut up😔

Okay NO..maybe he does give you a small littol peck on your lips 👉🏻👈🏻when the others weren’t watching and whispers into your ears “I really meant it, though. Be prepared to be my wife someday” in the faintest voice that makes you wonder if he really did that or it was just a heart fluttering fleeting hallucination.

Well you are good as long as you don’t that topic up again infront of him, cause if you do, he will LITERALLY pretend like it didn’t happen and he WASN’T absolutely being mr.romantic a few seconds ago😒😆

☆ иι кι:~

A certified menace 🙄

And there you were…taking the chance to propose him on this hyped up “propose day” on the 8th of February

You called him so nicely too..

“Hey niki?🥰”

“Yes y/n?” He asks suspiciously, catching the extra excitement in your voice. 🤨

“It’s proposing day today so I wanted to ask. Be my boyfriend?😚”

And…………..

The line just beeps and disconnects.

YEAH HE JUST HUNG UP THE CALL ON YOUR FACE when you asked that </333

And lowkey disappears and ghosts you for the next few hours

Until you get mad in turn and decide to not reply to his nonchalant “hey” text that he sent literally 3 freaking hours later…

But you can’t be mad at him for long because….

He shows up at your door with food at midnight with the most mischievous smile ever haha

You pretend to frown upon seeing him and try to run away, but he catches you immediately into a back hug tightly and declares

“Okay okay. Let’s be dating from now on.”🫣💖

——————————————тнє єηԃ

🄰/🄽: 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖾! <𝟥 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖼 "𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂"

𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ♡

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[forbidding-souda]

I saw ur research post and got inspired hehe

can we get some yasuhiro x m reader hcs where the reader just moved to japan and is still learning japanese?

Yasuhiro Hagakure with a boyfriend who recently moved to Japan and is still learning Japanese headcanons

Hi hib hi hi hi hi hello

I am once again using your request to self promo but omg guys look at my bestie poo poo kun! He has subscribed to my 5 dollar a month tip thing meaning all of his requests are first priority. And also he has my instagram and now he's my lil stink stink

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❤ There is speaking as well as reading and writing. He puts a lot of effort into helping you with writing, and it works out since out of anybody, he's the best teacher: he has surprisingly neat handwriting.

❤ He might have a lot of like, those remember-cheat-sheet tunes and similarity spottings that people do to help remember the lines and such. Those can help for sure.

❤ You wording things wrong is so cute to him, and you can tell whenever you do it because a small smile with grow on his face.

❤ You learn a lot of casual words and expressions from being around him, too. You've even picked up the "-chi" thing he does.

❤ ^ Chronic casual Japanese.

❤ ^ You try to practice formal Japanese with him and he's like stop it feels weird.

❤ He can read you some of his clairvoyant books. He uses teaching you as an excuse for him to actually finish reading them, too. He both never tried to sit down and read as well as, not remembering he had the books in the first place.

❤ You learning was what drew him closer to you, he almost felt special that decided to learn the language, no matter how common it may be. Your everything was perfect.

❤ Hiro learning more English for you, too. His cute accent.

❤ After meeting you for the first time, you stuck in his head. You were the cute boy who had the foreign accent. It was as if you were straight out of a movie.

❤ Japan is a beautiful place! When you move to Japan and get together with him, your house is going to become his house too (whether you like it or not). He's wiggling his way into your living space.

❤ ^ Your house is going to suddenly have house plants and crystals on shelves and tables.

❤ Buys you flashcards even if they're elementary level stuff.

❤ The first date the two of you go on is quite a fun one, especially since your vocabulary wasn't wide enough to understand a lot of the casual words he uses.

❤ Sometimes you can get him into museums for you to practice reading, and plus, you learn about a lot things regarding history and art.

❤ ^ Hiro learns things, too, but he'll often start getting bored and, instead of looking at the artifacts and their descriptions, he'll start looking at you.

❤ He unironically recommends some manga's he knows are popular.

❤ The main problem you encounter when it comes to learning Japanese is trying to find something that isn't so rigid. Therefore, being with Hiro is a good thing, as he can just casually teach you random vocabulary, and he will do it over and over again, not minding if you don't remember some of it.

❤ ^ This includes walking around the kitchen with him pointing at things.

❤ He helps you with the complicated words! Some might be tongue-twisters for you.

❤ He will hold your hand to lead you around outside as he drags you from place to place, letting you read signs and menus, testing your knowledge in such a way that the challenges are easy, making you all the more happy when you get something right.

❤ Watching the cogs turn in your head is his favorite.

❤ Imagine a build-a-bear where he does the little voice box with a romantic Japanese phrase.

❤ Him breaking into the school to give you a tour just because you're new to Japan and he wants to show you his favorite places.

❤ His mom being impressed by your language skills and thinking the fact that you're new to Japan is soooo adorable. She might pinch your cheeks teasingly just because of how cute you are.

❤ ^ You can see how similar they talk (and it makes it much more contagious).

❤ She invites you over all the time, and the two of you make the trip over to her. It's a very good environment, the energy is a very kind one.

❤ "Which one is this?" He holds the paper in front of you, having written a character on it with sharpie. Parts of the character are a little unclear from the paper that was on top of it, which he also wrote on with sharpie.

❤ You suck in a breath, staring at it and running words through your head.

❤ He watches you with soft eyes.

❤ You say, "I don't know which one that is."

❤ "I thought so," he puts the paper down, "since I just made it up." The smile on his face stops you from groaning.

[alberivh]

VEILLE CONGRATULATIONS FOR YOUR MILESTONE YOU DESERVE IT MY LOVE >_< !!!

can i request for first and last letter with childe? T^T childe has so much potential for angst,, thank you for this!! <3

The first and Last

summaries : where childe open his ‘safebox’ after a long time ever since your last appearence in his dream. and because of his undelightful sight of numbness and vulnerable feeling, he decided to read the first and the last letter from you, his dead fiancé.

character : childe x GN! Reader

contains : sickness (implementations of bronchitis), major character death, heavy angst, slight comfort/hurt, over all pure angst, mentions of losing weight.

A/N : hELLO AERI! Thank you very much for requesting this, i hope this suits your liking! (( also please do check aeri’s page @dilucbar for more interesting genshin fic and writing hehe ))

as childe breaks onto the ground of his empty mansion, his numbness began to drown him onto an exhaustion. An empty exhaustion to be exact. A simple pushed-over of his feelings are now an inexistent memory of his, he used to be so bright, but now, What happened to those charming smiles of his? Could it be burned by your ashes? Or did he just simply forgot how to provide his mistakes to love you? He doesn’t know either, All he could felt are just a simple empty tears, scrolling down through his cheekbones. making it seems like he still hide an emotions underneath the crack of his facades.

he drags his body into his bedroom. It’s heavy feelings occurs his way onto his side of the bed, drowning it scents onto his nose. It was pretty messy, full of untidied shirt, fragrance of a dandelion parfume, and most of all, which has always been in a perfect shape and form, covered by a red ribbon, a small box has been in ‘that’ bedside for about 237th days now. The box was an unpleasant sight for him, it was a remembrance for him to realize you were gone and you couldn’t be back. After all death have always craved those who loved him forever and after.

so tonight he decided to open this box. To bring back his vulnerable emotions back. to bring back those glazing eyes of his when he saw you buried underneath the rock of your tombstone. Numb and sorrow are all he could felt, excitement while opening this treasure of his lover pieces are nothing more than a natural hunch of his nature.

The box are full of your handwritten letters you’ve left for him. You’ve always collected the copied of your letter into this old wooden-tile box incase if anything happens to you, he could recollect his memory to remembered you again. ‘In the old days, if you lost your track, find me again through this box darling, sincerely, (name).’ Written in the top of the box instruction. He opens through the first letter of the stockpiles , it was one of your first letter for him. The most memorable one in fact. Written in the most familiar and comforting handwriting he has missed for ages.

to my dearest, ajax.

I haven’t seen you in ages, where have you been? Have you had a good time with the new recruits? Are you feeling well? Do you have any new interest while exploring the inner city of fontaine? AHH I HAVE SO MANY QUESTION FOR YOU, YOU SHOULD JUST BE BACK SO I COULD INTEROGATE YOU MOREE,, I was about to surprised you back then with a classic snzehnayan dish you’ve always craved for, but you know.. you just disappeared to a dust and it make me thinks you are a hallucination of mine, but now i’ve heard you have an amazing time in fontaine, i couldn’t help but smile and feel relieved. i’m glad you had a great time darling, Really glad in fact!

So please do bring me some souvenir as a return of your..compensation for keeping me waiting hehe, i’ll see you soon then!

from, your lover, (name)

It was your last letter you’ve sent to your lover, before childe came screaming on your name at the emergency room, searching for your figure to be embrace in his arm. To comfort you he said, despite the worries and sweats he witness while in his way to check your structure, you’re his fiance after all, He couldn’t lose you for everything, childe is too selfish to expect the best of you.

He remembers when he was feeding you, taking care of you like another baby-sibling of his and still loves you nonetheless. Maybe only childe could do it, he prepared everything for you, leading you with the wheelchair or even hand carry you in one arm if your condition lead you to be more clingy to him. He does it all for you, for you to be happy and stay a little bit more longer than he expected to be. Just for you to be more selfish, so death could wait longer for your arrival.

Bronchitis is the name of the disease, a deadly one in fact. If it were not taken care of, maybe you were already dead by now. Maybe it would be pointless for childe to scream your name in the emergency room, searching for you, anyone but you.

as you were coughing in his arms ; making many form of mucus in your lungs, while he carries you in his shoulder, patting your back so you could feel much more in ease. You feel so light now and you’ve lost so many weight, it worries him to the edge. Though your tenderness have always lingers onto his body, it still stressed him, you’re not supposed to be gone this fast, you’re supposed to be alive and well. Let him die, he is a murderer of the innocence yet he still live long and well. How ironic it is for the sinner to always stand as the first and the last?

“ajax..i’ve prepared so many things for you, these past days..though i would say i’m still scared of letting you go..”

“Hmm..and why is it my love?” , curious and in interest of knowing much more of your recent condition, he asked you straightforwardly. Voice gone anxious and body became colder than before, you find it precious how he always prioritize you over everything.

“i just don’t want to die..i don’t want to..this breathing ventilator sucks..i really want to be with you ajax, i really want to..” you were sobbing in his jacket, hiding your face in his embrace, not wanting him to see the awful side of you for being too egoistic for your own stability.

“just, ajax..if i left you..please take that box i’ve always brought..read the last letter if you’re ready..i loved you…so much..”

you’re lost in the snow, starting your new ways in heaven. Leaving him behind ; alone. even after encouraging you to stay longer than he will, though if he think it again, it was all a bullshit for you to stay. now, he is ready to witness the pieces of you he always wanted to knew, a new pieces of you to be loved again by him. Just please let it be a decent farewell, he didn’t ask for more, but just a decent love and farewell are all he could ask for.

opening in terror of expectation. he found himself to be quite charmed by the appearence of this letter. Sniffs and sobs crawling down to his cheeksbone, making it seems like he was finally reaching his emotions after the emptiness he felt these past seconds.

to, my dearest, ajax.

Ajax, You probably read this when i’m already gone. It might be hard to move on and live another life, still I hope your managing well in your current life, i’ll always look upon you my love. Just please do not harm yourself, i’ve always been worried about you since i lay in this painfully awful bed. So please, would you keep it mind..? i loved you so much that i have no hesitation to continue to love you more in the afterlife. I’m just too selfish for you, for you to withess nor to love.

I don’t think i’ll be able to send you all of my letters for you in this box i’ve always treasured. Though i have certain thoughts to be filled when i wrote this letter. I know i haven’t been a good lover for you, you’ve always taken care of me and i could only nod in gratitude. I really wish the god’s gave me two chance to live with you again, just for myself to stay even if it pains me. I don’t want to die, i don’t want to. I hope i could live another day everytime i sleep in your arms, i don’t want to lose another person because my time has losen up. I regretted this, everything.

And if in another life i could called you by your name again. Please do recognize me as your old lover. Thoug if it meant for me to forget about you, at least those deja vu from our past could bring you back to me. I do not beg for more sympathy from you, you’re too precious for me. You shouldn’t have suffer this much because of me. I loved you ajax. even if it were only the last chance for you to met me again in your dream or hallucination. I wish you a farewell, a pleasing farewell. I couldn’t bare someone to hurt because of their lost, just because i’m not strong enough to stay with you and outlived you.

Ah and remember the souvenir you gave to me from fontaine? i’ve always used it ever since you gave it to me. I don’t know if you realized it or not, but this gift from you have always been one of my comfort, it was the only pieces of you that i could remember when you were not here with me. I have no regrets that i still could hold into it until my death. So take it, it could be the only remembrance of me till the end of the 100 years of your life.

So ajax, know your worth. You are far from perfect yet the sight of you have always been one of the reason i’m alive. Don’t be too selfish to give someone a chance to survive, live well and die well. You’ve always have been my last memory of the lover i clearly love wholeheartedly. Love yourself for me, for you, and for the others who listen to your pleas. Found me again in the afterlife won’t you? I love you.

from, your old lover, (name).

he was crying in tears of hopeless numbness and sorrow. How many times has he been cussing a ‘fuck’ out of his mouth? He doesn’t even know, He lost count. He was crying in the ground, leaving puffy cheeks and eyes behind. your words are too much for him to bare. You are too kind for him, too much for him. The grief of losing you are already too much for him to bare. He doesn’t want to remember you are dead, he just wants to remember how much you loved him. It comforted him, always have been. But now you’re gone, he could only hold into the tiny box of his lovers oath. It’s a curse to be loved by you.