#maybe one day I’d write out smth for it but for now I’m content with the reader just seeing the aftermath!

[auras-moonstone]

hiii i rlly love ur writing so if u cld write this i’d actually pass out ‼️

u can pick urself if it’ll be jack, Ethan, hockey player Ethan or even smth else! But what im thinking abt is like where he breaks up with reader because hes convinced he lost his feelings towards her but later on realized he didnt?? Hope u have a good day 🙁

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ all you had to do was stay

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 1.4K

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: hockey player!ethan landry x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: convinced his feelings are gone, ethan breaks up with y/n. when he wins the championship, he realizes he made a mistake.

ᡣ𐭩 contents/warnings: heartbreak. angst. make-up. fluff.

ethan truly thought his feelings for y/n had washed away. but it’s wasn’t until now, looking around the arena for her, having just won the hockey championship, that he realized that maybe he had rushed into conclusions and fucked everything up.

the team went to a bar to celebrate, and while his teammates drank and danced, ethan moped by the bar with a drink in his hand, replaying in his head, like a sad movie scene, the moment he ended things with y/n.

why had he been so stupid? he had set in his mind the idea that hockey should be above everything and anyone else, that it was the only thing that mattered. and not only he had managed to slowly tear the most important bond in his life, but he had also fooled himself into thinking the feelings weren’t there anymore.

“hey, man. i’m going home, tara’s waiting for me. talk to you later?” chad asked.

ethan forced a smile and nodded. “yeah, go. i’m leaving in a few, too.”

chad walked out of the bar, and ethan’s heart reached another level of heaviness. his best friend was going home to celebrate with his girlfriend, he had managed to maintain his relationship while having the exact same responsibilities than ethan. the difference? chad had never failed to find balance and see how important life outside hockey was. ethan hadn’t, and now that hockey was over for a while, he realized he had nothing left.

with an emptiness no amount of drinks could ever fill, he walked back to the dorms, where some people were still on cloud nine from the win. he was congratulated, patted in the back, yet he could not enjoy his win completely. not when the guiltiness and regret lingered heavily over him. was it too late to try get back on track the relationship he had drove off the road?

the celebration was certainly overwhelming for y/n because everything reminded her of ethan and the way he had locked her out when she was letting him in. hell, she was ready to say the l-word when he pushed her aside. the way he had broken her heart was one she remembered all too well, every word, every expression, every little movement.

ethan hovered over her, standing as she sat on the couch. frown on his face, pained expression, as if the act of letting out the words physically hurt him. “i don’t think i- i’m not sure if i… still have feelings for you. i don’t know, i just, it’s not the same as it was a months ago. it’s as if something is missing.”

“did it cross your mind that maybe the problem is that you put hockey first?”

“y/n that’s my future. of course i’m going to put hockey first.”

“sorry, let me rephrase that. did it cross your mind that maybe the problem is that hockey is all you care about? because it’s always about that. you have stopped having time for me since you became captain. do you even remember the last time you stayed over? that we went on a date? that we spend time together without you worrying over the championship or some other fucking match?”

“y/n…” he sighed.

“well, i can remember. three months, that was the last time you acted like a boyfriend. something was indeed missing in this relationship. you.”

“hockey is everything to me, y/n/n.”

“yes, and that’s the fucking problem, ethan. your whole life can’t revolve sorely on a sport. but you clearly can’t see that, so this is useless.”

that was the last time she spoke to him, but not the last she had seen him. it was impossible not to do that, he was blackmore’s hockey star, he was fucking everywhere. she, on the other hand, managed to hide in the shadows, so she made sure she stayed hidden and not bump into him. until now.

she was leaving tara’s dorm when her eyes caught his wide frame. her feet became one with the floor, not allowing her to move. like magnet, his attention quickly fell on her.

“y/n” her name fell out of his mouth absentmindedly.

at the sound of his rough voice, she snapped out of her daze. her lips parted, but she didn’t know what to say. and then his feet kept going until he was standing right before her. was it too much to ask to disappear?

“hi.” he said after a couple of seconds of silence.

“hi.” her soft voice warmed his heart, and he had to put his hands in his pockets to stop himself from bringing her into his arms. “um… congratulations. on the win.”

“thanks.” for the first time in the night, he truly felt like smiling.

“shouldn’t you be celebrating?” why was she still talking to him? her brain screamed ‘get out of here’ while her heart told her to stay.

“i wasn’t feeling it.” ethan shrugged.

y/n frowned. “you… weren’t feeling it? ethan, what are you talking about? you’ve worked so hard for this win.”

ethan let out a humourless laugh. “the funny thing is… it wasn’t until i lifted the cup that i realize that i wasn’t happy with the win.”

the girl blinked, trying to make sense of what he was saying. ethan landry, the boy who lived for hockey, was saying he wasn’t happy with winning a championship. what was wrong with the world? “i don’t understand.”

“what is succeeding if you don’t have anyone to celebrate it with? that trophy was a reminder of what i pushed away in order to get it. it made me feel miserable.”

“ethan…”

his sad gaze found hers. “what i’m trying to say is that i miss you, and that the win means nothing if you’re not with me. i looked around the stands, you weren’t there and it felt like a punch to the gut.”

she was certainly not ready to hear that. “let me remind you it was what you wanted, you ended it, ethan. you put hockey first, and it got us here.” maybe she was being a bit harsh, especially after he was pouring his heart out.

“i know. fuck. don’t i know it.” he was not going to cry. if y/n somehow managed to find it in her to forgive him, it was not going to be out of pity. but he wanted to sob so badly. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i was so fucking blind, and i hurt you.”

hurt was an understatement. ethan had absolutely broke her, and she had been trying to pick up the pieces of the mess he had made.

“i want to punch myself for everything i’ve done. for taking this long to realize i made a huge mistake. i don’t want for my life to revolve around hockey.”

y/n nodded. “that’s a good realization.”

“i don’t know what to say. there’s no justification for what i did, i was stupid and that’s the only truth. i… i want us back.” the anguish was written on his face. “i don’t know what to do to fix it.”

“all you had to do was stay… you had me in the palm of your hand. i would’ve done anything for you.”

“i know, you were too good for me. and i promise you i’ll work everyday to be the person you deserve, if you let me.” he put a strand of hair behind her ear. “i’m never making the same mistake again. i love you. you don’t have to decide now, take as long as you need. i’d wait forever.”

“you know it can’t be like before, right? you can’t keep this relationship in the lowest rank of your priorities.”

“i know, and i won’t. i love hockey, going professional is still my goal but now i know that my dream isn’t only hockey, is having you by my side while i play it.”

y/n slowly broke into a smile. “i would hate to see you succeed without me.” she grimaced as soon as the words clicked. “shit, that sounded so awful. i didn’t mean that i don’t want you to succeed unless you’re with me. that would be so bitchy, and i know you hurt me but i would neve-“

ethan couldn’t help himself, he cut her rambling with a soft kiss. “you’re the absolute cutest. i love it when you ramble.”

“it’s rude to interrupt someone, landry. you need to learn some manners.” she gave him a quick peck. “i guess i’m taking you back, or whatever.”

the hockey player smiled like a little kid and lifted her up on his arms. “i love you. did you know that?”

“i know it now. and i love you, too.” she wrapped her legs around his waist. “now, let’s go celebrate, captain.”

“fuck, yes. i have so many ideas.” the mischievous glint in his deep brown eyes made her stomach swirl.

“i’m down for anything if it’s with you.”

[marbleboa]

Feel better soon! About Achilles Come Down, did you have any idea of how the second fight against the Drowned Crew went? We know Damian's group killed it but I wonder if you had any details thought out.

Somewhat! It was an detail that kind of snuck up on me as I was writing the chapter so I haven’t fleshed things out too heavily—its inclusion, while of course offering closure on the Drowned Crew front, mainly was for the purpose of showing how attached Damian is to Tardif. Damian had already taken care of him after this traumatic event, he was under no obligation to take it a step further—but he still forced himself into the party to seek revenge in Tardif’s stead. I’m sure Missandei wanted to do the same, but this matter was much more personal and left more room for instability—Aldith knew it wouldn’t be wise to send her either, and Damian proved to be the more reasonable option(tho not by much)

From a pure gameplay standpoint, a flagellant isn’t always the best thing to bring to The Cove in general, much less that particular boss fight. Damian’s role there would be mostly healing/taking stress onto himself, while the others serve as the main damage dealers. For the rest of the party I’m imagining smth like Audrey, Para and Bigby maybe? Focus on blight and stunning for sure.

Damian takes the brunt of the stress/damage as he wanted to from the beginning, ends up under the chains the most out of all of them. He would go Rapturous, but things fortunately go better than they do in the future fight with the Flesh—Crew gets taken down with no other afflictions of losses. Even after being pushed to the breaking point, Damian still recognizes Tardif’s axe in the end just as they leave. Upon returning to the Hamlet he clears his head at the abbey as per usual, then goes to see Tardif at the Sanitarium.

[goldenhypen]

hey y’all ,,, so i wanted to make an update post to get this off my chest and i wanna be completely transparent with you guys ,, BTW don’t get scared or anything sjsjsjs it’s nothing huge or serious but i do wanna let you guys know this in case there’s smth to prepare for in the future ig ,, sjsjsjs

so it’s been pretty obvious that i haven’t written in a wHILE SJJSJ ,, ik for some it may not seem very long, as it hasn’t even been a month since i’ve released new work, but for me, as a writer who tried to get at least one work out a week, this doesn’t feel v good sjsjsjsjs and throughout this season of not posting any new content, i’ve noticed i’ve lost a lot of followers, at times, losing more than gaining, which ik i shouldn’t let matter v much, but inevitably, unfortunately it does play a part in the way i feel about my blog. and during this time, i’ve gone through lots of thoughts about my writing and my future with writing ,, and i’m just going to be completely transparent with you guys and honest, but basically this included/includes losing confidence in my writing, and even questioning whether i want to keep writing or not. there’s some personal reasons behind this which i’d rather not disclose, at least not for now, but who knows ,, maybe this is just a phase of writer’s block and burn out.

also, it’s almost jake’s birthday and being the jake simp i am, i’m going to post a piece on his birthday, but the fact that his day is coming up also actually made me question whether i wanna post smth for him or not,, sjsjsj but i have come to the decision that i will be posting a work on his birthday, and if i’m being honest, jake is my muse for a lot of my ideas sjsjsj (woah what a surprise 😱) yet despite this, it’s still been difficult to produce this piece bc of the current state my mind is still in about my writing. i might even end up scrapping what i have rn and write smth much shorter, but we’ll see how i end up doing shsjsj

but yeah, some thoughts i have to maybe fix whatever you wanna call this ,,, writer’s block, whatever,, if i do want to write more, is to maybe open requests again so i have a motivator to push me to get work out and so that i’m not just running on my own ideas, which can be challenging sometimes. and a thought i had on this, which is still very up in the air for whether i wanna actually implement this is that i think it would be kinda fun to open requests on a regular basis, such as like every weekend for just a few hours,, smth like that,,, another possibility if i don’t end up opening requests, i was thinking of possibly just continuing taking a break from writing like i am rn and just come out with new works occasionally, whenever i get inspiration for new fics.

in all of this being said, i do want to also announce that i will be putting my series the bachelorette on hold as of now. sorry to make you all wait. your anticipation makes me rlly excited for the series, but i can’t bring myself to write it rn, i’m sorry :(

so to summarize, this is NOT a quitting writing announcement post sjsjsjsn i’m not going anywhere, as of now, but in terms of me writing, i do feel uncertain of what i want to do for the future bc of several reasons, but right now, i feel like i need a little bit more of a break <//3 but i will get a jake fic up on his birthday in a few days.

i hope this all makes sense, and i appreciate all of you who read up til the end of this post and for understanding. if you have any questions or words of encouragement or anything like that, i’m still here and am not planning to go anywhere for a while :) i love you guys, thanks for reading <3

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey heyy

After reading that YunLeo fic you posted, I wanna know how their first date would've been, can you write smth about that? (And maybe squeeze in a few tks-)

-😺 anon

Whoops I wrote another massive fic- I think it's physically impossible for me not two when it comes to Yunleo- they are my current OTP and I'm obsessed! Nonetheless, I hope you like it friend :D

Decided to write this one as non-tickles! I have tons of fluffy tickle content for these two coming up, so stay tuned for that!

CW: Insecurity, self-devaluation, self-loathing, angst with a happy ending, mentions of Yuno and Leopold’s time skip appearances (nothing story related or spoilery- but I thought I’d throw it in here just in case). 

“Okay….how do I look?” Yuno turned to face his friends, smoothing out his clothes once more as he awaited their judgment.

“Amazing. Like you always do.” Mimosa nodded approvingly. “Klaus’ clothes aren’t a bad fit on you.”

“I agree- if one didn’t know any better, they’d think you were born royalty.” Klaus fluttered around him like a mother hen, straightening the hem of Yuno’s jacket and dusting off invisible dirt only he could see. “Shoulders back, straighten up- good. Good.”

The date in question wasn’t necessarily Black Tie, but the pair insisted Yuno should dress up a little. “It’s a first official date; you gotta leave a good impression!” Mimosa gushed as they got ready merely an hour earlier.

“We train together, he’s seen me at the hot springs and covered in grime from battle. Not to mention we’ve been dating- just not openly.” Yuno countered, wincing when she ran a comb through his bird nest of black hair. “Does it really matter what I look like?”

“Yes! Those situations aren’t the same as this; you’re on a date!” Giving up on the comb, the girl instead used her magic to undo any tangles and give his tufts a pleasant floral scent. “You gotta show him how good you clean up. Besides,” She leaned in teasingly, stage whispering in his ear. “Iff he’s already head over heels for you in your usual state, imagine how he’s gonna react when he sees you like this?”

Yuno considered, eyes widening as he imagined Leopold’s face. That radiant smile, emerald green eyes dancing with joy whenever they looked upon Yuno. Even when he was dirty and bruised from training and fights, Leopold looked at him like that.

And if Mimosa was right…

“See? You get it.” She teased as he blushed, a hand pressed into his chest, feeling his heart rapidly beat.

“Oh my…our dear Yuno. How he’s grown up so fast.” Mimosa dabbed at her eyes, smiling at him. “And to think; just yesterday we were teaching you the difference between a soup spoon and a salad spoon.”

“They grow up so fast.” Klaus sniffed, adjusting his glasses. “You’ve come so far in so little time. I’m so proud.”

“Tch, you two are weird.” Yuno shook his head with a chuckle, amused by his friends' antics. “Really, thank you though. I…appreciate you both. Truly.”

“Oh, don’t make me cry for real now!” Mimosa fanned her face, her smile growing wet as she squeezed Yuno’s hand. “You’re gonna knock him off his feet; I just know it!”

“Have fun tonight, and remember if you ever need help, you have the whistle I gave you.” Klaus nodded, resisting the urge to give Yuno another once over. “Not that you’ll need it, but it’s always good to have it on you.”

“Thanks.” Yuno smiled, decidedly not mentioning how he left the obnoxious thing back in his drawer. “I will.” With that, he slipped out the door, his friends chattering softly behind him.

~~~

The Capital had its charm during the day, but during the night? It was magical.

The streets were busy with people, loud drunks laughing freely in local bars while young mages flew overhead, laughing about this and that as they casted harmless spells into the starry sky. Couples dived in and out of sight, giggling about this and that while their lovers pulled them close, and tired mothers carried their children home, a basket of goods in hand with plans on making something delicious for the following morning.

When Yuno first came to the Royal Capital, he had been overwhelmed by the sights. It was nothing like the sleepy towns back in Hage- where the most activity you’d see were small bands formed during the holidays. When he did grow used to it all, he learned to appreciate the busy but comforting haze around him, never quite losing that wonder he felt upon first arriving here.

“Yuno! There you are!” A voice called out from across the streets, making him turn.

Oh…

Oh wow…

Incredible wouldn’t be the right word to describe Leopold. It simply wouldn’t do the man justice; for where once it was a mane of bright red in his face Leopold’s hair was cut shorter. It made him look older, and by Yuno’s viewpoint- even more handsome.

Dressed in a dark green tunic that fit like a glove and deep brown pants- his boots clean and the long cape he wore along his shoulders flowing around him like a flame- he gave the impression of a true prince.

Suddenly he felt like a kid wearing their older parent’s clothes; out of place in these royal garbs and self aware of how his hair never quite stayed put. Surely he must have looked like a fraud to the other.

Then Leopold took him in, eyes widening as he took in Yuno’s appearance. There was a clear awe in those green eyes, a soft flush spreading along his cheekbones. “Oh man…you look amazing.”

The insecurity faded- at least; a good chunk of it. Yuno fumbled to return the favor, his heart practically pounding at his ribs. “Th-Thank you. You cut your hair…”

Leopold ran a hand over the fresh cut, a shy smile on his lips. “You noticed- yeah, Mereoleona did it for me; she’s a little rough, but she’s been cutting our hair for years now. Does it…look alright?”

Yuno blinked- he hadn’t realized he was staring again. “It looks amazing- you look amazing too.” That radiant smile was back- Yuno felt like he was on cloud nine. “Shall we?”

“Oh heck yeah- eherm. Of course.” Leopold cleared his throat before straightening out, his prince-like manner back as he held out an arm. “My sir?” He grinned.

Yuno took his arm with a snicker, internally noting Leopold seemed taller as well. He was almost Yuno’s height now. How did he not notice this before? “Thank you.”

~~~

After walking around a bit, they settled at a nearby restaurant blooming with fresh bread aroma. “This place is amazing! My siblings and I go here from time to time whenever we’re craving pasta!” He hopped up to the doors and held one open, nodding invitingly to the other. “After you.”

Yuno nodded, hiding his nerves as they walked in the busy restaurant, taking in the sights within. Everything smelled as incredible as it did from outside- fresh rolls were brought out in fancy looking baskets to tables filled with royals- their laughter and chatter all fading into a peaceful hum as they sipped on expensive looking wine and nibbled on equally pricey cheese.

At least- that’s what Yuno figured it to be. A place this nice couldn’t be cheap.

“Hello! Table for one?” The server asked, eyes taking in the burning glow that was Leopold. She barely gave Yuno a once over; something he tried to ignore.

“For two, actually.” Leopold reached over and took Yuno’s hand, giving it a squeeze. The server stammered before nodding, gathering their things and leading with a meek “Right this way.”

As she started to go, Leopold leaned over to Yuno, whispering to him quietly. “Sorry- that was kinda rude no? We can go somewhere else if you want.”

Yuno shook his head, instead opting to follow the server, pulling Leopold with him. “It’s fine.” He made his whisper sound as confident as he could. “Besides- I’m interested in that pasta you talked about.”

Even so, as they made their way towards their table, Yuno could feel eyes on him. Nobles taking in his appearance, the hand still clutching Leopold’s. Some dared to smirk, seeming amused. “Oh look, a commoner and a royal.” He could practically hear them thinking. “No amount of fancy garbs will hide the fact you’re a lowly commoner.” “I bet the redhead with him is just toying with him- a new doll to play with.” “I wonder how long that’s gonna last before he ditches him for a real noble.”

“Are you okay? You look uncomfortable.” Leopold’s voice shook him from his revelry, bringing him back too. They were sitting at their table now, tucked away against a window and mostly out of view from the other patrons.

“I’m alright.” Yuno tried to smile, picking up the menu and peeking at the various options. “Just a little nervous- nothing to worry about. What do you recommend?”

Leopold gave him one more curious look before opening his own menu. “Well- the pasta is pretty good here; oh! So is the fish! They catch it fresh for every meal! I think I heard somewhere that Water Mages bring them in.”

Yuno smiled behind the menu, trying to ease himself into the new environment with Leopold’s happy chatter. He was fine- he was here with him. He was gonna make a good impression.

Still- it was hard not to feel shocked by the cost of some of these dishes. For a single serving of fish here Yuno could get his siblings all new shoes! Shame creeped into his chest as he searched for the cheapest thing on the menu, the less appetizing each thing grew with each glance at the price.

The eyes were on him again, taunting and laughing in his ears. “Poor little commoner; he can’t afford any of this finery!” “How embarrassing! He’s probably only with that noble for a free meal!” “Shame- he’ll never belong with us.”

“Here’s your bread- what can I start you off with tonight?” The server from earlier asked politely. “I can start you two off with some of our finest wine if you’d like? Imported all the way from the Diamond Kingdom.”

“Oo, that would be nice- though my sister would kill me if she found out I was drinking.” Leopold laughed. “What would you like, Yuno? It’s on me!”

Yuno felt his heart sink. Guilt mixed in with shame as he hid further behind the menu. “Erm…could I have a few more minutes?”

The server nodded, an almost pitiful look in her eyes as she let them be. Yuno felt his ears grow warm.

“Yuno…are you sure you’re okay?” Leopold asked, concern in his voice once more.

That did it. Yuno stood abruptly, starting the other. “Sorry- sorry; I need some air.” He forced a smile before bee lining for the door, his ears catching the words of those around him.

“And then I told him I will not have any wasted potential-”

“Don’t you love my necklace? My husband bought it for me-”

“Do you really think Commoners have a place here at the capital-”

‘Shut up!’ He wanted to scream. He wanted to pull his hair out and rip off his borrowed clothes. He wanted to bury himself in a nearby hole and never return.

Cool air encircled him as he finally made it outside, pulling him in like a hug as he stumbled away from the restaurant. He took a few paces away before leaning on a nearby tree, the reality of what he just did sinking in and crushing his heart.

These clothes, that restaurant- it was all painful reminders of what he wasn’t. What he’d never be. He didn’t care if he never became a noble- that wasn’t his goal in life.

But how could he ever stand proudly by Leopold’s side? He’d only bring him down- burdening him with his mere presence.

He was the too strong wind to Leopold’s ever burning inferno. They just weren’t going to work.

“Yuno! There you are!” Leopold sounded a tad breathless as he caught up to him. “Hey…are you okay?”

“...I’m sorry.” Yuno got out, not trusting his voice after that.

“What do you mean? You have nothing to apologize for.” Leopold started to reach out, hesitating at the last minute. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m not a noble, Leo. I’m not…made for this kind of thing.” Yuno sank his shoulders, averting his gaze to the ground. It was easier to confess to a rock right now. “I don’t know how to use the right spoons, I could barely afford anything on the menu, and…frankly you deserve someone better. Someone who knows how to do all this fancy stuff.” He pulled on his jacket, his earlier feelings coming back in full force. “I’ll never be able to give you the things you deserve- even if it’s just a dinner out together.”

Leopold was quiet as he took in everything Yuno said. When he spoke, his voice was rough. “Do you really think any of that matters to me?”

Yuno blinked, turning around and finding hurt green eyes. “What?”

“”You deserve a noble who knows how to use spoons’?” Leopold shook his head, a weak laugh creeping into his voice. “We’ve known each other for what- almost a year now? Six months of it I’ve been crushing on you, another three I’ve dated you in secret, and we’re now openly together. All that time and you really think I care about your upbringing?”

Leopold walked forward, poking his chest and properly looking at him. “Let me make this crystal clear. I’ve never cared nor will I ever care about your status- be it a noble, a commoner, somewhere in between or something completely different. I’m with you for you.” He tapped Yuno’s chest again. “For the cool mage dude who came from Hage that wooed the captains at the entrance exams and in turn wooed me. Who willingly trains with me when I know he’d rather sleep in; who likes to lay under the stars and talk about his family back home. Who has a laugh like a wind chime and a smile that can steal all the air out of someone’s lungs.” Leopold nodded. “That is who I fell for.”

Yuno blinked, letting the words settle in. His heart began to race, practically skipping as the finger on his chest smoothed out into a full palm, pressing gently against his heart. Did he…

“You fell for me?” He looked at Leopold properly now. The redhead scoffed and rolled his eyes in good nature.

“What- was kissing you from dusk till dawn not indication enough? Yes!” Leopold laughed, shaking his head. “I’ve fallen fully and deeply in love with you, Yuno.”

“You love me…” Yuno breathed, tasting the honey dipped words.

“With my entire heart and soul.” Leopold smiled now, leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss against Yuno’s cheek. When he stepped back, he suddenly looked…guilty. “If anyone should apologize, it’s me. I erm…lied.”

Yuno blinked. “When?”

“Remember when I said my sibling and I go here a lot? Yeah…that was bull. I actually have never been here before.” Leopold averted his gaze, face warm. “I wanted to impress you, you know? Show you that I’m this cool, sophisticated guy.” He laughed sheepishly, scratching at his neck. “I realize I sound like a hypocrite- you’re free to tear me apart for that. I just…wanted to give you a  date to remember.”

Yuno blinked, staring. Then he started to laugh, unable to hold down the giggles. Leopold’s eyes widened as Yuno chuckled himself silly, nearly doubling over with mirth. “W-What? What’s so funny?” Leopold asked, his own mouth starting to smile.

“Pfft! Ahehahahahahaha! God, we’re both terrible at this, huh?” He wheezed, earning a gentle swat from an increasingly giggly Leopold. “Oh god- aheheehehhahhhaha!”

“H-Huhuhuhuhsh!” He giggled, leaning into Yuno as he tried to compose himself. “Seriously though- I’m really sorry. I should have insisted we get out of there earlier. Especially when people were making faces at us.”

“You saw that too?” So it wasn’t in his head.

“Yeah...eh, screw them, right?” Leopold nodded, taking Yuno’s hand in his. “We don’t need their fancy restaurant to have a good time!”

"Definitely.” Yuno nodded, relaxing as they started walking once more. “There’s so many places to get food. We could go anywhere.”

“Exactly! Speaking of…” Leopold gestured to a smallish one further down. A woman and who they assumed to be her father were running a stand, pots of creamy looking stews and fried potatoes beckoning them over. “You said you like potato’s right? Shall we?”

The previous princely manner was gone. Now Leopold was just Leopold, smiling as bright as the sun as he bounced a few feet ahead, offering a hand.

Yuno didn’t hesitate, taking Leopold’s and letting him guide him over. “Let’s.”

~~~

“You know- this spot feels familiar.” Leopold mused as they sat against the hill, looking up at the stars. “Like we’ve met here in a past life.”

“Probably did.” Yuno agreed, fighting down a smile as he nibbled on his dinner. They were against the grassy hill, under the stars once more. It was the same spot they first confessed. The same spot they had their first kiss. The location they often flew to whenever they wanted to sneak a few extra kisses before being sent off to missions. “Do you think they’d have picnic’s here too? Our past selves?”

“Absolutely.” Leopold grinned, dipping his potato pancake into the stew and taking a bite, practically melting on the spot. "Always impromptu- sometimes they’ll cook and bring food. Hey- these are incredible! Think I could make them at home? If I can, I’ll bring them for our next picnic.”

“I don’t know- considering your brother managed to break a dish with burnt toast, I’d say avoid it.” Yuno deadpanned, making Lepold laugh so hard he nearly choked.

~~~

“Hey..can I tell you something?” 

“Sure. Wait- hang on-okay I’m ready.” Leopold braced, visibly flexing all over and scrunching up his face- making Yuno snort.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad…I don’t care about status either. And…I may have crushed on you for six months as well.” Leopold looked at him, eyes wide. “I liked you when I first saw you during the Merit ceremony, but I really started falling during the Star Ceremony.” Yuno nodded. “You’re loud, reckless and on any given day ready to throw yourself into battle.”

“Oo, keep sweet talking to me.” Leopold cooed, earning a pinch to the ribs.

“But..alongside all of that, you’re brave, talented, funny, a truly amazing person.” Yuno smiled softly at him. “I’m so glad I’ve met you. Thank you for letting me be in your life. I love you.”

Leopold’s eyes grew misty; he blinked rapidly as he raised their enclosed hands, kissing Yuno’s knuckles gently. “I love you too. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life as well.”

They stayed like that for a moment more before finally, Yuno leaned in. Leopold closed his eyes as their lips pressed together, warmth spreading through their beings at the softness of the kiss.

This was truly a date to remember.

I hope this was good!

[lazywonderlvnd]

Hi, if you are still taking prompts; A magically powerful Harry not noticing that his magic does things to make Draco happy. This can be pre-relationship or established relationship. Like it starts of with his tea being exactly as he likes and always the right temperature. Then evolves to rooms changing colour or weather changing or people being unable to invade Draco’s personal space due to an invisible barrier or something ridiculous. Btw Draco doesn’t notice as well.

anon.....you really killed me w this one. i’ve been so emo over this wyugeahrwiw might end up writing smth longer tbh bc this concept is literally the only thing that matters to me!!!!!!! i hope u enjoy i had so much fun with it ❤️❤️❤️

“Harry, you do it. Please.”

“No.”

“Please!”

“We’re fucking watching something, Draco!”

“So just pause it!”

Harry grabs the pillow on his lap and slams it onto the sofa next to him. Hermione can see dust rise in its wake. He pauses the telly. 

“Are you doing it?” Draco asks hopefully. Harry scowls at him. 

“Well you won’t shut up until I do, will you?”

“Definitely not.”

Harry disappears into the kitchen and Draco sits there looking smug.

“It’s kind of sick how you get off on bossing him around,” says Ron, his tone one of simple observation. His fingers are idly playing with Hermione’s hair, but she doesn’t think he notices he’s doing it. 

“If I’m not mean to him a few times a week I break out in a rash, Weasley,” Draco says blithely. “Besides, he makes it perfectly. I don’t know how he does it, it’s always exactly the right temperature and sweetness and all that. I s’pose his years as a house-elf for those Muggles gave him plenty of time to perfect the art.”

“You’re a twat,” says Ron. “And my mum makes tea better than him.”

“Well you’re just a pitiful little mummy’s boy, aren’t you, Weasley? We can hardly trust your opinion.”

“Hark who the hell’s talking,” Ron scoffs. “Least I’m not twenty-three and still calling my mum ‘mummy’ like the world’s biggest bloody ponce.”

Draco splutters but before he can retort Harry’s coming back into the room hovering four cups of tea that float placidly to each of them. Draco looks exactly like a satisfied cat as he takes his and Harry drops back down onto the sofa next to him. Not too close, but certainly not too far, either.

“Literally exquisite,” Draco declares after he’s taken a sip. Ron rolls his eyes.

“It’s just tea, Draco,” says Harry, and he grabs for the remote to turn the film back on. “You’re such a demanding little brat. Merlin’s fucking tits.”

But Draco looks happy and Harry looks suspiciously content as well. Ron turns to her and makes a silent gagging face. Hermione snorts and puts a finger to her lips. They’ve decided not to say anything yet.

*

“Wasn’t this place a lot … uglier last time?”

“What?” Harry says absently. He’s not listening — he’s got all his attention zeroed in on a stack of parchment he’s holding. They’d only barely dragged him along to lunch; earlier the captain of the English National Team had apparently owled him a great number of brand-new Quidditch plays and required Harry’s extensive thoughts and notes before their next practise, which was tomorrow morning. 

“Uglier,” Draco says emphatically, and Ron mutters something she doesn’t catch. “Remember? The walls were that tragic egg-yolk colour.” He shivers. Hermione thinks it might have been an honest-to-god shiver of revulsion. She also thinks she knows what’s happened, even though the extent of it surprises her.

“Maybe someone heard you whingeing and changed it,” Ron apparently can’t stop himself from saying with a snigger. Hermione elbows him hard and he shoots her a glare, mouthing, he doesn’t know!

Harry would usually be the one to take the lead and get them a table when all four of them go out to eat together but today he’s too wrapped up in his Quidditch plays, so Ron steps forward and does it, which makes Hermione’s chest flutter pleasantly. He’d blush down to his bones if she ever said it aloud but he’s quite capable of being a leader in Harry’s absences. 

“Whatever happened,” says Draco pointedly as they’re led to their table, “it’s a great bloody blessing, I was genuinely unsure I’d have the mental fortitude to survive another assault like that on my delicate senses. And, I mean, this —” he gestures to the walls, which are now an admittedly pleasing dark teal above a white trim “— is stunning. It’s my favourite colour.”

“Is it? So weird they picked your favourite colour completely by coincidence,” Ron says, and Hermione elbows him again. Draco notices nothing and neither does Harry, although he does finally set the plays aside once they’re seated at the table.

“Are you complaining about the wall colour again?” he asks drily. They would both be extremely displeased to know they sound like an old married couple. Draco snatches haughtily at the paper napkin on the table and unfolds it to place over his lap. The first time he’d ever done this at a regular, decidedly not upscale restaurant Ron had taken it upon himself to spend the entire meal adopting a posh accent to match Draco’s and saying things to the waiter like “Don’t you have crystal?” while holding up a glass cup full of Pepsi and then commenting “These aren’t real silver, you know” after making a show of inspecting the titanium utensils. 

“I can complain about hideous design choices if I want to,” Draco tells Harry with his nose in the air. “Thankfully they’ve rectified it this time.”

On the other side of the restaurant, Hermione sees two employees talking, one of them gesturing at the wall with utter bewilderment. She doesn’t point it out.

*

“Twelve o’clock,” says Ron, nodding past Draco’s shoulder. “Some bloke staring you down hard, Malfoy.”

Draco looks excitedly behind him, but what Hermione takes more notice of is the way Harry’s face falls a little. She can’t help but wonder if he even realises it’s happened. She’s almost certain he’s aware of his feelings for Draco even though he still hasn’t said anything to her (and she’s been waiting months now, the effort of holding her tongue growing only more difficult by the day, and she knows Ron’s always seconds away from shouting at him) but she doesn’t think he knows how obvious he is. Draco doesn’t seem to know either, but she thinks that’s because Draco feels exactly the same way. She’d have called them morons, but she remembers too well how long it had taken her and Ron.

“What the fuck, Weasley,” Draco hisses, turning back around with a scowl that makes Ron laugh and Harry perk up again a little bit. “He looks like he hasn’t washed his hair in weeks.”

“Now, now,” says Ron, “mustn’t judge books by their greasy covers.”

“Then you go shag him if you think he’s so fit.”

“Maybe I will,” Ron says airily, as if he really is considering it, and Hermione can’t help chuckling and kissing his cheek. Then his expression changes to one of wicked amusement, which makes all of them look round to see the bloke coming their way. Hermione glances at Harry to find that — oh yes, he looks flustered and vaguely upset.

“Hullo,” says the greasy bloke to Draco as he comes up beside him at their table. He’s really not terrible-looking, but if she’s learned anything about Draco in the last couple years it’s that his standards amount to models and Harry Potter, so this man has almost no chance.

“Hello,” Draco drawls, reminding her fiercely of his younger self at Hogwarts. “I’m not interested.”

“Right little narcissistic bugger, aren’t you?” the man says. And now, finally, he’s begun to look as revolting to Hermione as he’d done initially to Draco — a repellent personality can do that. “Maybe I just wanted to come and have a chat.”

“Then why aren’t you looking at any of the rest of us?” Ron asks, sounding halfway between amused still and a little put off.

“Can you leave, please?” Draco interjects, cringing away from the man encroaching slowly on his personal space. And suddenly, as he looks on the verge of antagonising Draco further, he shifts his feet and slips, landing right on his bum with a yell of surprise. All four of them get to their feet to see, but there doesn’t seem to be any liquid or even slimy food for him to have tripped on.

“The fuck ...?” the man says, getting back to his feet. But when he moved towards Draco, he only slips again, on absolutely nothing at all. Something clicks and Hermione looks at Harry: he seems as confused as anyone else (if obviously pleased).

She looks at Ron then, who catches her eye and lifts his brows like he’s thinking the same thing.

Draco’s suitor gets up once more and steadies himself, looking a bit dazed. Some deep animal instinct seems to tell him to stop trying, and with a wary glance at Draco he finally leaves.

“Well that was a bit of a fucking scene,” says Harry. Draco, coming out of his own startled daze, laughs.

“Yeah,” Ron says sarcastically, “wonder what could’ve possibly happened.”

*

“I really thought it was going to rain,” Draco mopes where he’s standing at the window. It’s grey outside but it definitely doesn’t look like rain and Draco appears so upset about it that Hermione actually feels badly, even though she’s quite glad for the clear weather. 

“Just shut the curtains,” Ron suggests from his place on the floor. He’s sorting through Harry’s collection of VHS tapes, trying to decide on a good Halloween movie. Not that he’s ever seen any of them, and Hermione suspects he’ll end up choosing whichever cover he likes best.

“It’s not the same!” Draco wails. “The thunder and lightning is all part of it, you uncultured pillock! The atmosphere is all wrong.”

“It’ll be just as good when we shut off all the lights and draw the curtains,” she assures him, but it doesn’t remove the look of disappointment from his face. It’s a pouty sort of thing that echoes the brattiness of his youth; she imagines a five-or-six-year-old Draco giving his parents similar looks when he wasn’t getting what he wanted.

 At that moment the front door opens and Harry walks in carrying two grocery bags, one of which contains alcohol, which Hermione can tell by the way the plastic is bulging around the cans.

“The fuck are you all doing here?” he says by way of greeting.

“You said eight o’clock, fuckhead,” Ron tells him without looking up. “But it’s fine, I’ve had time to pick a film and Malfoy’s had time to moan about the weather.”

“What’s wrong with the weather?”

“I wanted a storm!”

At that exact moment, a flash of lightning lights up the sky behind Harry where he hasn’t even closed the door yet. Seconds later a downpour begins, and then there’s a rolling crash of thunder.

Hermione’s eyes widen and once more she finds Ron’s gaze, who looks about as shocked as she feels. Draco, meanwhile, has his hands over his mouth and looks like a child on Christmas morning.

For the first time since his magic had begun picking up on Draco’s wishes and granting them of seemingly its own accord, Hermione sees Harry look suspicious. He peers behind him at the storm suddenly raging outside his house before slowly closing the door. When he turns back he looks directly at Hermione, who looks away quickly.

They set up the food Harry had gotten — all kinds of Halloween-themed sweets — and once everyone has their drinks (“Make mine,” Draco tells Harry, “you do it best”) and is comfortable on the two sofas in the room (Harry and Draco are, as usual, as close to each other as they can get without actually touching) they start the movie: The Thing, which Harry swears is one of the greatest horror films of all time.

Funny thing is, an hour and a half into it she looks over and, with a jolt, realises the two of them are kissing half-covered beneath a blanket. She elbows Ron, who positively beams when he notices.

“Fucking finally, dear sweet Merlin,” he whispers, the sound muffled by the continued rain and thunder. “I nearly hit him upside the head when he made it rain, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Shh!” Hermione hisses, though she’s smiling. “They’ll hear you. We’ll rag him about it tomorrow.”

A soft sound of laughter comes from the other sofa that Hermione identifies as Draco’s, and when she risks another peek after a moment she sees that Harry has a hand on Draco’s jaw, and that he’s smiling.

[fanfics4all]

Biggest Secret

Request: Yes / No  hii! can you write a draco x reader they are in a relationship since a long time, then she starts like looking pale, more exhausted, looses a lot of weight and nobody knows why draco is really worried (she is not anorexic or smth like that) can you include this things “love i’m really worried, you have lost a lot of weight, you are scaring me darling” and a happy ending pleasee thanksssss 🥰 Anon

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1117

Warnings: TALK OF CANCER! 

Y/N: Your Name 

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During my summer before fourth year I was feeling terribly sick. My parents got worried and took me to the doctor. After a bunch of tests I was diagnosed with Leukemia. When I found out I thought I would never be able to go to Hogwarts again, but thanks to some magic the doctors got it under control enough that I would be able to go back. My parents didn’t want me to return, but they talked to Dumbledor and Madam Pomfrey who agreed to continue my treatments at school. I didn’t want anyone knowing I was sick so I was going to try my best to keep it a secret, including my boyfriend. He would only worry and I didn’t want that. 

The beginning of school was alright, people noticed that I had lost some weight and that I looked a bit tired, but I just brushed it off. Draco was the hardest to brush off, because he didn’t take my excuses. 

“I already told you, my family kept me busy this summer so I didn’t get to sleep much! I’m fine Draco!” I said getting a bit annoyed. 

“Alright love, relax, I’m just worried.” He said and I sighed. 

“Sorry, I’m just tired.” I said. 

“Maybe you should get an early night tonight.” He said and I sighed. 

“Yeah maybe…” I said, but I had a session tonight. So when everyone was asleep I made my way down to Madam Pomfrey. I sat down in the chair she set up for me and she pushed the needle into my arm. 

“Only two hours and then you can go to sleep.” She said with a kind smile. 

“Thank you.” I said. The two of us talked for a bit until she had to leave her office and help a student. 

That was the ruiten for months. Each session slowly drains me and makes me feel worse. Draco and everyone else noticed how I was becoming paler, losing more weight because of my loss of appetite, and more tired by the day. Today was one of the bad days and I was ordered by Madam Pomfrey to stay in bed all day. Draco had noticed me not at breakfast or any of our classes and showed up to my room. 

“Y/N?” He asked as he walked in. 

“Oh Merlin! Love what’s wrong?” He asked, rushing over to me. 

“Nothing, it’s just a cold.” I said brushing it off, even though I felt horrible. 

“Love I’ve been really worried, you’ve lost a lot of weight and you’re scaring me darling” He said grabbing my hand and I sighed. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I couldn’t stop them. 

“I’m sorry.” I cried. Draco pulled me to him and kissed my head. 

“Shhh, just tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.” He said and I shook my head. 

“You can’t help…” I whispered. 

“Y/N, you’re really scaring me, please tell me what’s wrong.” He begged. 

“I’m sick Draco, really sick.” I said and he looked at me with more worry and confusion. 

“What do you mean, love?” He asked. 

“Over the summer I was diagnosed with Leukemia. I was getting treatment all summer and I go to Madam Pomfrey to get them here.” I said and it honestly felt nice that someone other than my parents, teachers, and Madam Pomfry knew. 

“Why did you tell me?” He asked. 

“I didn’t want anyone giving me that look you’re giving me now…” I admitted. 

“There must be a way I can help. I’ll get you the best doctors in the world, as soon as I tell my Father-” 

“Draco.” I said cutting him off and he looked at me. 

“As long as I keep up with the treatment I should be alright.” I said gripping his hand as tight as I can. 

“Then let me come to the treatments with you.” He said and I bit my lip. 

“You’ll have to convince Dumbledor.” I said and he got up. 

“I’ll be right back.” He said and walked out of the room with a purpose. 

Not long after Draco returned with a smile on his face. He laid in bed next to me and kissed my head. 

“I’ll be coming to your next treatment with you.” He said and I smiled a little. 

“I’d actually really like that.” I said with a yawn. 

“Get some rest love, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He said and I let my eyes shut. 

Draco had become extra protective since he found out what was wrong. He took extra care with everything we did and it honestly wasn’t horrible. I thought telling him would make things annoying and he would look at me with worry and pity, but all he gave me were smiles. He made sure to keep a secret like I asked and I was grateful for that. Draco also came to every single treatment like he promised. It was nice getting to spend extra time with him and have someone my own age to talk to. Don’t get me wrong, Madam Pomfry is great, but I would much rather talk to Draco. 

The treatment lasted for a little over a year and during one of our breaks Draco came to the doctors with me for my check up. They ran more tests and we waited for hours. 

“Honestly these doctors are rubbish!” Draco said. 

“Draco, relax, it takes a while.” I said. 

“Not if they were better at their jobs.” He said and I sighed. 

“Draco, we talked about this.” I said and he sighed. He came and sat next to me, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. 

“Sorry for the wait.” The doctor said and my parents smiled at him. 

“Well, what are the results?” Draco asked and I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“Draco! Sorry about him, Doctor.” I said and the doctor just smiled. 

“Don’t worry about it, I can see he’s new to this.” He said and I nodded. 

“But, your tests all came back negative.” He said and I stared at him in shock. 

“D-Dose this mean?” I asked and he nodded. 

“You’re cured.” He said and I bursted into happy tears. Draco gathered me in his arms and held me tightly. 

“Now, you still need to be careful because we don’t know if it’ll show up again, but if you get any symptoms, come back, alright?” The doctor said and I pulled away from Draco. 

“Of course! Thank you so much.” I said and he smiled. 

“Now, go celebrate.” He said and left. 

“You’re alright.” Draco said and I smiled. 

“I’m alright.” I said and kissed him. 

[zhuhongs]

Upon rereading tgcf, one of the biggest complaints I have is how lackluster all the extra chapters were. literally none of them were good and all contained rlly gross and harmful sentiments (like the amnesia one which.. yea.. or all the things implying xl should get pregnant for hc thus equating gay relationships with hetero ones and playing into the wife thing and just GOD I HATE MXTX) 

There were a lot of little plot points i wish that had been further elaborated on more in the extras as opposed to hualian being ... like that. I had enough. Like mdzs had actaully good extras (minus the incense burners) that were nice side stories that elaborated more on the characters. Like the hook one with the juniors was so cute and i loved seeing them grow more. Or the lotus pod extras omg.. im such a lotus pod extra stan. those were so cute and gave us a lot of good insight into just how lovestruck lwj was during the times when he didn’t see wwx. mxtx should've stuck to those sorta extras in tgcf but NOOO. SO I have a list of so many other more interesting things those chapters couldve been spent on like:

A resolution on He Xuan’s revenge and his character arc. Bc its implied He Xuan is still hanging out and watching over sqx and that taking revenge didn’t fully satisfy him bc ok.. yea shi wudu is dead but he xuans family will never come back. Now what does he have to live for?? i wish we couldve seen a look into his life during the entire ordeal. like a chapter from his perspective while he was posing as Ming Yi  and maybe a look at a conversation btw he xuan and the real ming yi or a chapter after SQX was banished to see what he’s doing now. Also what did he xuan owe hua cheng money for anyways?? Like ik not every little thing has to be explained but I Want to Know. PLEASE more goth boyfriend content now I just wanna see him :,((

a better resolution of yin yu and quan yizhens storyline. im still mad abt how that plot point was split btw books 3 and 5  when it was rlly out of place and  there were other more pressing plot matters and it just rlly deserved more time. Also i thought yin yu died!?!?!? but apparently one of the extras says he’s alive and man... i;m not reading any more of the extras to see that, give me a full yin yu and quan yizhen chapter.. fuck.

a day in the life of the guoshi fangxin or general hua PLEASE especially like one where hua cheng was SO CLOSE to meeting xie lian but had no clue that xie lian was there at the time but the two did smth that inadvertantly helped the other and they still were connected even though they hadnt met omg pls that’d be so nice. like imagine Hua cheng catching a glimpse of the guoshi in public in yong’an while he’s trying to follow some lead that points to xie lian or maybe following a lead to capture qi rong bc he said he knew qi rong was a part of the yong’an stuff and originally thought the guoshi was one of qi rongs pawns. like can you IMAGINE him getting so close. but at the last second he did smth small that impacted xie lian. like they bumped into eachother on the street or smth. god i’d go crazy

OR vice versa.. like a day in the life of the young ghost king hua cheng. Like again, one of my biggest issues was that hua cheng just knew everything and its never really explained how he got all of that info. like yes he’s been alive very long and has eyes and ppl working for him everywhere but like... how did he build that network?? I’d love to see a chapter of young ghost king hua cheng travelling around trying to learn as much as he can abt the world and how it can help bring him to xie lian. and the two maybe are in the same kingdom for a bit and they don’t meet exactly but hua cheng stops some fight or something and helps xie lian indirectly or maybe xie lian is performing on the street in some costume and hua cheng doesn’t recognize him and smiles and gives him a coin or smth. idk i’m just dying for any sorta extra chapter or fic like that. i’m honestly so tempted to write my own but i cant write

also!! we’ve seen how xie lian picks up people down on their luck near him and show them kindness (like banyue, lang ying, xiao ying, he tried to with san lang but we know how that ended lmao) so i’d love to see another little vignette of him doing that on his travels and how every person he meets teaches him smth about life and being a good person and idk, i just think it’d be rlly sweet. i love this facet of his character and feel like we didn’t see enough of it towards the end.

ALSO hua cheng only seems to respect one heavenly official besides xie lian and thats yushi huang.. i assume thats mostly bc she was the only one to help xie lian and let him use the rain master hat to bring water to yong’an. I was thinking maybe when he was a new supreme he had run into trouble and maybe was picked up by the rain master and helped him heal and in return he promised to help protect her village from harm in the future. Like i know a heavenly official wouldn’t cooperate with a ghost like that but yushi huang is different and doesn’t really care about the heavens so i think she would protect him if he could do something to benefit her village. ik this is kinda far fetched but when he first became a supreme I’m sure a bunch of ppl probably tried to mess with him and didn’t rlly believe him to be undefeatable bc he hadn’t proved himself yet also i doubt all his power came overnight. he had to learn how to use it once he escaped the kiln. and some group probably thought they could weaken him somehow. I’m thinking maybe a rlly well formed group of ghosts actually caught him off guard once and he had to retreat and was picked up by the rain master and stayed with her and learned from her a bit. i think it’d be a cool concept also i just rlly want more yushi huang content and i’m on their friendship agenda bc he rlly did seem to actually respect her when she first appeared and i think it’d be cool if the two had some history together.

Also idrc if this was addressed I couldve missed it But!! Did xie lian ever tell Hua cheng that the reason he got the curse shackles and was banished again in the first place wasnt bc jun wu wanted to punish him, but because he requested it. And specifically requested it bc he felt guilty abt letting wu ming take the human face disease and disperse for his sake. So he took the shackles and descended to atone for that?? Bc I dont recall hua cheng learning that bc his soul was already dispersed at that point so it didnt follow him and xie lian didnt say anything so uhhh... someone should tell hua cheng that. Like I dont think xie lian rlly said how much hua cheng meant to him and didnt show him he was loved in grand ways. Like xie lian did always care for bc in other ways but I think if hua cheng learned abt this on screen it wouldve been such a great moment and I'm rlly surprised mxtx didnt address this iirc!?!? Like imagine jun wu telling Hua cheng this in the kiln bc xie lian wouldnt say it himself. Imagine how cool that would be.

Also a small thing adding into the whole young ghost king Hua cheng stuff. Its implied and p much stated that hua cheng isnt his real name. That he likely doesnt have a real name bc his parents died? (It's not clear. I'm still mad at mxtx for not making his childhood clearer). So I'd like to see when and why hua cheng chose that name for himself. The new tgcf ending song kinda hints at its meaning with the lyrics "for you I'd fill a city of flowers" as xie lian is the flower wielding martial god so it's probably inspired by that. Also xie lian saved hua cheng from leaping off the city walls but I'd love to hear him say it bc the implication of his name didnt dawn on me for quite a bit and I dont know if everyone made the connection. Again I sure as hell didnt. So itd be cool to see a chapter that takes place in his past after just ascending as a supreme

Overall I rlly think tgcf had a lot more potential to be even better and a lot of that comes down to fleshing out the side characters and letting hualian have more of a storyline independent of one another. like i know the appeal and message of tgcf is that through love, people can overcome anything, but fuck man. i just wanna see what these two (mostly hua cheng) where like in the absence of each others presence. Part of what I really liked abt mdzs is that we got to see that longing develop btw wangxian when the two weren’t together and how they thought about each other and did things in thei others spirit bc they knew the other wouldve done the same thing. but whatever, mxtx was too consumed by her own unhealthy idea of what devotion and true love looks like but still. i rlly think the extras couldve helped the story be better rather than be fujoshi fuel that i try to bleach from my mind -_-

[wastelandcth]

omg can u write something about maybe the band are doing an interview on the radio and they answer fan calls and the reader calls in and is like “cal you need to talk more honey” and it’s so cute cuz the reader and cal’s relationship is pretty private and the reader is pretty private too but she supports our cal so much and wants fans to see the cal she sees everyday :’) smth like that and the band and interview are laughing cuz it was so unexpected

can you imagine how cute this would be? i’d simply lose my mind over calum being called out in such a cute way 🥺

You Need To Talk, Honey

"Alright, so the next caller is actually from Los Angeles. And it looks like she has a question for you, Calum." the interviewer said happily as he pushed the button, connecting the call to everyone's headphones. Calum heard a familiar bark in his ears before he heard her voice. His eyes widening a bit as he realized it was his very own girlfriend calling. The rest of the guys turned their heads to look at him as well, chuckling as they saw Calum's face soften at her voice. 

"Hi Cal just wanted to call in and say I'm a big fan of you and the band," she said happily into the phone, trying to suppress her laughter and quiet Duke down as he started barking at some birds outside. "I was just calling in to tell you that you need to talk more, honey, all your fans love to hear you talk and answer questions!" 

"Hi, sweet girl!" Calum said excitedly as he realized it was her calling. He didn't mind the way the guys laughed at him or the confused look on the interviewers face. He'd left early this morning and hadn't gotten a chance to talk much with her before he had to drive off to pick up Ashton. "How was your morning, Duke doing good?" he asked and chuckled softly into the microphone. 

"It's going good, just listening to you guys rock out on the radio. Duke's good, barking at all the birds outside. I'll let you go, yeah? Remember, answer questions. Love you, Dove!" she said happily, her voice echoing in the studio before the line went dead and the rest of the band could be heard mimicking her and making kissy noises at Calum. 

Calum couldn't keep the smile off his face for the rest of the interview, making sure to answer more questions and chuckling as the interviewer asked about her. His smile widened as he talked about their most recent outing where they'd gotten lost in the mall parking lot and almost had to call an Uber to take them home. The fans loved the interviewer, the last few callers talking about how happy they were to hear more about Calum's relationship and how happy they were to see him so in love and content with his relationship. 

The fans online went crazy after the interview was posted online later that day. Everyone cooing over Calum's reaction and how he was so incredibly in love with her. Both of them had always been very private when it came to their relationship, never really sharing much on social media about one another unless it was a special occasion like a birthday or a big milestone in their relationship. Most of the fans had never even heard her voice unless it was in the back of a video taken by Andy or one of the guys posting on their stories. Calum was more than ecstatic to share her with the world if she wanted to, he would be more than willing to show her off on his social media. He had countless pictures of her on his phone from the everyday selfies they both took to the so-called ugly snapchats she would send him while she was bored. But now everyone had a sneak peek of what their relationship was like. It was full of teasing and nicknames, of sneaky kisses in public, and encouraging each other to be a better person. It was everything Calum could ask for and he didn't know how he got so lucky, so he'd talk more in interviews because it gave him a chance to make her happy and most importantly, talk about her. 

[rosie-x-rose]

Back from the dead sorry this is in 2 parts just ignore or delete lol I was so tired last night 💀

How you treat each other: the way they show love throughout is mostly through communication and short tasks. As extroverted they are in public they have a side to them that seems more like a monarchy in weird ways. You'll show them your love by being along for their downs and even the small fights here and then. You know they love you even with the frustration. I feel you aren't the one to really want to be someone's savior but that's all I see. When you met them they might've even contemplated. They felt locked in and you somehow had keys.

(a downer don't read if so sorry if it's a trigger!) For love this relationship has a lot of delusions later on or in general. It feels like they're trying their hardest to feel good and they're still learning at times, may even suffer from medical or mental issues. I see them in a parking lot struggling to pull their keys out and having a panic attack possibly or something that made them feel panicked. (I think panic attacks more make you freeze up? Idk) I see a possibility of bipolarity too.

After every human interaction all they want to do by then is come home to you and relax. To talk about your day or do some midnight shopping. They want 5o join you wherever you go.

Things: orange juice or oranges, brown or black hair possible faded into blonde at some area or all throughout the hairstyles. Partial mid hair to short hairstyles. Dragons, purple or dark midnight blue suit, piercings. Brown eyes. 5,2-5'8 maybe even an inch taller or to 5'10 but I feel shorter side more. They could've been bullied because of it or they felt so. I see want tea, chai tea of some kind. Mya meet at an event or party involving business or family, could be a family friend even or from a different country in general. I see a shop of some kind also, or a parking lot you may meet in. It's hard to fully place, look for dragons of all sorts and tassels. Glows of some kind also, green surrounds this energy really. They may even want or take an architectural job. I see nice black shoes. If female, leather jacket somewhere, may be into fashion or designs and would be trying to sell some things to a company or technology wise. A sundress or some slacks. Mid hair on the shoulders or long held back. I heard dancing of some kind, hear me out. They may REALLY hate the song dance monkeys😭, idk I just heard it😍, snoring, twirling a wedding ring or ring of some kind. Looking down at it. Nervousness, an audition of some sort or big meeting. Files and cases. Apricot, peach, mango smells or tastes somewhere. If you smell ginger, pepperoni (weird), medicine, herbs, flowers or plants strongly then they may be near. "Ah, hold on!" Going to get somewhere fast. "Waiting". Large green trees, islands, resorts, falling in the sand, Ragnarok, rise of smth maybe a movie. Cathedral, loud, humane, human, "don't say that" - "don't make me cry". "Y'know what! Forget you!" Walking away. Star trek, signing, acting, business, Aries, Gemini, Scorpio moon/sun/mars, absolute history. Mark on the hands, feet, forehead, back. May be larger on the back.

I forgot my initials sorry ⛹🏽‍♀️ they're LC or LJMC

Sorry this one isn't colored I'm running late now lol

Okay thank you so much for taking the time to write this again. Omg it must be tiring and frustrating. I just want to ask whose POV is this? Like mine or theirs? But anyways the "things" part sent me into a frenzy for some reason lmao. I'd love to do more exchanges for you in the future or even just readings. Just send an ask or DM me lmao. I appreciate your hard work and thank you for acknowledging mine too😊

Lets get to your reading!

What does K think of you?

They may have thought of you as trouble as first? Like they saw as someone pretty aggressive and controversial. Someone they wouldn't like to mess with. They did take notice of you but weren't attracted to you. As time passed they started having some feelings? (not necessarily romantic take it as it would resonate) and they had this conflict between their head and heart. Like heart wants it but head knows its not good.

Right now they have not necessarily found the balance but I see they know deep down that there's some connection between you two. They are not quite sure of it seems. But they know it. Its almost like they don't know they have feelings. I see them worrying and thinking about this a lot. They may daydream about this. But at the end they will realise what they feel. Idk why but I feel this is a romantic connection? If not then just ignore it but the whole thing felt like they just let their heart win the conflict.

What people have a crush on you?

Okay so I'm not getting a direct answer but a sort of your journey towards finding love? I see you are too deep in your imagination these days which don't necessarily work in your favour. There's a hint of running away from reality. A lot of mental instability even though you may not realise it. Considerable degree of falsehood, deceive, misjudgement, fantastic narratives, exaggerated complaints, imaginary wrongs. The thing is the victim and assailant both are you. You need to learn to take control over these emotions. Remember its you that needs to control your emotions not the other way around.

You need to take action. Action towards taking control of the situation. Of yourself. The keyword here is 'swiftness'. You need to find happiness within yourself rather than in others. Be content in what you are. Feel whole in yourself. The message is to trust your intuition. There may be things that are hidden below the surface. If you are single be careful of who you meet. People may not be what they seem to be. If you think something is not right then its probably not. Follow your gut feeling.

I see 3/4 people taking an interest in you but they aren't that sure of what they feel to come and talk to you. You may not know these people very well. But they are around you. They see you often. Probably a mutual. But I see you aren't really ready for a relationship right now. You have a journey before that.

Hope it resonates and I could be of some help😊

[timextoxhajima]

death to 2020

cause fuck 2020 lmao

disclaimer: im usually a really brutally honest person with alot of vulgarities because that’s how strongly i feel about stuff im willing to talk about, so... brace yourself for alot of vulgarities and occasionally a word you wouldn’t understand cause it’s a singaporean vulgarity 

now where the FUCK do i start?

i started 2020 really happy, though i was still reeling from the shit relationship i was in for most of 2019. he was a cunt and we broke up in september 2019. i got attached again in feb 2020 to a guy i was seeing from late 2019. 

ANYWAY

my tumblr journey began in july (i don’t fkin remember what date it was anymore because it doesn’t matter) and long story short, tumblr has become my escape from reality. as most of you know i’ve been writing since 2014, just never touched this platform until 2016 because i was busy reading smuts WUPS but decided i wanted a more interactive platform with my readers so i ended up here. 

ANYWAY X2

below is the list of people i wna thank for making my tumblr journey so much more worthwhile, though we might not be close. i also don’t take note of my moots so im so fucking sorry if i missed you out, seriously just drop me an angry ask and ill bow down at your feet.

ANYWAY X3 LET’S BEGIN

to qiu: @stealerz

for being the little sister but like, my sunbae? LMAO uk how when a younger idol debuts but they meet an older idol that debuts later lmao yeah that’s us. i always find it honorable that you come to me for advice, and while i am known among my friends for giving great advice, i never fucking agreed because more often than not, i don’t follow my OWN advice. so qiu acts like a reminder that hey, maybe i shd stfu and listen to myself. but i really wna thank qiu for keeping me in the circle because im not one to initiate conversations (EVER) and she’s always the one talking to me about sch stuff which actually grounds me? makes me believe that school and my virtual reality can still coincide. thank you for being such an amazing friend, for being a person i actually feel close to because...? proximity? HAHAH but anyways, happy death to 2020, love. 

to yu: @lsangyeons

for trusting me so much with whatever you tell me about your life. i’m someone who doesn’t offer trust easily, and even if it does seem like i do, there are alot more things i tend to keep from people about my private life, so i know exactly how it feels to talk to someone you only know online about the things that bug us. your drawings are so fucking amazing and adorable, it’s just endearing to see that hardwork come out in something else besides writing (because that’s all ive been fkin doing lolz). i hope 2021 treats you alot better, because you deserve it. HAPPY DEATH TO 2020. 

to bella: @fullsunsays

for also trusting me with your emotional breakdowns (i hope you are alright with me saying this here because you talk about it on your acc every now and then but if you’re uncomfortable just give me a sound out and i’ll get rid of it). i just get so fking flattered because it just feels like you feel safe around me? and that? you treat me like a safe space? ion know it’s just all pretty new to me, about being in this online community. thank you for screaming with me/at me about different things, thank you for being so endearing with my shit, and i hope nothing but a better year for you. happy death to 2020, my love. 

to violet: @yunhoiseyecandy

for putting up with my nonsense every now and then and being so accepting to my feral side. i dont know if its because i know you’re an ateez stan and yknow ateez stans are usually more feral than tbz stans (idk i rlly dont) and like, i just find myself screaming to you every now and then and you’d do the same and it gives me ‘a pair of dumb feral bimbo’ vibes so, i dont know what i’d do without you, honestly. sometimes you’re the reminder that i have ateez stuff in my drafts or sitting in my laptop waiting to be published and youre a reminder that half my masterlist is also ateez content LOL. we don’t rlly talk about our private lives much but i definitely appreciate you way more than you think. happy death to 2020, vio. 

to gina: @sunlightwoo

for closing the gap so quickly! i earnestly dont remember how we got to be moots and all i remember is you screaming to me about smth and i screamed back and we just clicked from there, ion know LMAO. i love it that you’re so endearing and so patient with my shit and the stuff you write! omg. not many things make my heart flutter and BEST BELIEVE i DIED when i read your eric fic for the 12 days of christmas collab. we don’t rlly know much about our private lives and that’s alright, but i just want you to know that you deserve everything. happy death to 2020, gina!

to daisy: @sangyeon-lee

for confusing the fuck outta me when you switched from a fluffy yunho (??) mydaintydaisy to sangyeon as ur dp and sangyeon lee as ur user i was like ???? who the fuc-- OH. BUT YOU ARE SO FUCKING SWEET like i swear on GOD you are that one friend in the grp of girls that bakes cookies and give hugs and offer sweets and... give more hugs i really can’t uwu. (but now that your dp has changed i might have second thoughts hm). anyhow, we haven’t really interacted much besides in the 12 days of christmas collab gc but i just want you to know that i appreciate you in my notifs SO MUCH and i just hope we have a chance to get closer. happy death to 2020, daisy. 

to han @fleurseoul, april @tbzlvr and ri @sunwoowuvbot

for being such amazing readers, for constantly giving me encouragement, for always being my first notes or reblogs and i NEVER miss out on reading your tags like EVER because they are what keeps me going and keeps me motivated to keep writing. like, i really have no words to describe the gratitude i have. 

ANYWAY X4

below are the moots in my awareness (because im a fucking idiot ngl) that i appreciate and hope we can get to know each other better uwu

@elcie-chxn @experimentalwrites @ddadadada @chaoticdeobi @atbzkingdom @micaronn (i feel like i have a fuckload more but my goldfish brain cannot handle it lmao)

please send me an angry ask if i’ve missed you out >:(

ANYWAY x5

here’s to a better 2021, here’s to a year that’s not so much of a shitshow. here’s to the death of 2020. PEACE OUT. 

[ddarker-dreams]

are there any fandoms youre in that you dont write for?

most of the media that i get really into i end up writing for and some point, but let’s see... 

i’ve been into star wars my entire life, though the recent movie had me ah... ahem... let’s just say i wasn’t a fan. but the world and its characters (or what some of the characters could’ve been), i love a lot! i’ve actually given some thought to writing kylo ren or smth but. i don’t know how that’d work out. maybe one day... 

what else, what else... i’m into marvel as well! specifically, the MCU, it’s another thing that i grew up with. tony stark has been the apple of my eye since i was like. 7. god i wish i could write for him. i think it’d actually overload my brain, man is super intelligent and has the best wit. i don’t think i could do him justice 😔 so i’ll continue loving him in the distance as i always have. 

i love the DC universe too!!! i enjoy a lot of the different DC content, from the dark knight trilogy to shows like young justice. dick grayson is another childhood crush of mine that has lasted until now lmao.

those are just a few from the top of my head! i honestly have 3486753486 interests but i’d feel bad writing an encyclopedia length response-- 

[our-wargame]

a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve; a history of losing my shirt

summary:

kuroo grumbles. “how come you never let me win? i think it’s a little unfair.”

“same reason you’re my player two. winning is for winners and losing is for kuroo.”

notes:

it’s just one of my quick feelings-aesthetic fic enjoy :3 (that’s what it started it off as until i screwed it up aah)

no capitals because style or smth

kuroken yayyy. friends to lovers.

if you prefer to read on ao3/non-dark mode

when they’re nine, ten, eleven, kemna distinctively remembers they’re about the same size. not to mention a size, a build, that’s kinda...twiggy. they’re like sticks in the mud and things are simple but not dull. days are just days; time is just what it is.

sometimes kenma thinks he’s going to be left behind. he has wits, might be fleet-footed. but should he ever trip, he doesn’t think his limbs are long enough to catch him back up.

except with kuroo around, kenma has a running buddy. (a dog really, kuroo’s kind of. a silly-amount of loyal and goofy.) they run together, and they stop together, whenever the need, and everything seems a little easier. kenma runs with a lighter gait, less worry, less weight.

he should hate kuroo for dragging him along in the first place, even when hindsight spits out stories of things being easier than expected (which doesn’t really mean anything, really. worst case scenarios are supposed to be calculated; probability of an outcome is not of importance). 

he never does.

kenma thinks all their clumsy mistakes they made when they were young were bound to happen, and that with each shed of skin, they grow into their new bodies a little better.

but in five years, kuroo does more than grow out of his shell. and because he no longer needs the protection, it starts to fade out. just like eraser shavings and colored pencils and chicken scratch (maybe not the last one. kuroo’s teacher still claims she can never identify his writing from her four year old’s), it belongs with the colored drawings of nine, ten, and eleven.

now that they’re fifteen, sixteen, there are only clean, crisp photographs of new kuroo. new kuroo who’s steady and easy and lithe in movements and matters and manners.  new kuroo’s shoulders fill out his shirts with his metamorphosis, of which are actually two. first kuroo steps into lanky, awkward, and long-limbed, but from there, he slips into graceful, sauntering. new kuroo has a drawl now. the voice-cracks of the kid calling out for his closest friend’s melted down and all that’s left is speaking slow and sure. he listens to you with everything he is and when he talks, it’s soft words with his sweet candy-grin. people (mostly girls. but also kuroo’s friends. his teachers. strangers. the entire world.) are ready to fall down for him, to die for him.

kuroo is repulsive and kenma tells him so. 

and then kuroo sniggers like a prat and kenma wonders if he made everything up in his head but then kuroo is sending him a friend request on Kingdom Hearts or Stoke the Night and whatever.

there are a lot of confession letters though. kuroo is the captain of a sports team, after all. he’s intellectual and apparently (supposedly) funny and interesting?

kuroo still looks after him a lot though and if it were anyone else (yamamoto telling him to hustle so they can win the next match for sure - that kind of attitude is neither well reasoned nor correct), kenma would be a lot more annoyed.

but kuroo does his own thing though, kenma lets him get away with it and their relationship works nice enough.

“it’s my third year,” kuroo says in the beginning of april, the first day they walk home from school. (first day went okay. fukunaga’s in his class and kenma likes him well enough). “everything’s going to change soon so i figured i’d roll with it. help things along.”

“mhm.” kenma senses whatever kuroo’s trying to say is important. kuroo doesn’t usually stall but if he is then it’s just a taller hill of apprehension kenma has to climb. his palms begin dampening. his thumb punches the power button on his phone. on, off. click click click.

“thank you for being my friend,” kuroo’s pace slows. “it’s meant a lot to me.”

“mhm,” kenma repeats. and? it means a lot to kenma too but they both know it.

kuroo looks straight ahead. they are walking after all and the big bad wolf looks like he has so much on his mind he just might walk into the street if he takes his eyes off the horizon. “when we were in junior high, i had a huge crush on you.”

huh. if this is kuroo’s big revelation, then kenma’s been overestimating him. he’s not even trying to be mean when he laughs, just a little. “yeah. i figured.”

kuroo slaps one of his ginormous hands to his forehead and groans. “what.”

kenma shrugs, starting to relax; it’s always easier to know how to deal with something once you know what you’re dealing with. it’s even easier when it’s someone this familiar. 

kuroo threads a hand into the thick of his bed-hair and tugs the way he does when he’s nervous. when he mutters under his breath, kenma hears just this bit, “okay but...but i...ah. well this changes things.”

“little bit,” kenma agrees, tucking his phone into his pocket. “okay so do we hold hands now or should i wait for flowers first.”

“this is not funny,” kuroo protests, moving his head down to the back of his neck. it’s a little funny. “this is a problem! this is a  terrible problem. also, you’re a rat bastard and anyone who thinks i’m the evil one between the two of us is crazy.”

“false,” he objects, and then because he can’t help himself, he adds, “okay so when do we kiss.”

“gooooooo away, kenma. you’re annoying.”

“no, that’s you.”

“no it’s not.”

“uh, yeah it is?”

“no it’s not.”

kuroo grumbles. “how come you never let me win? i think it’s a little unfair.”

“same reason you’re my player two. winning is for winners and losing is for kuroo.”

and because kuroo is a huge dork (and a loser) he breaks and snickers. “i see.”

kenma hums, content. they both are. still, this was going somewhere before he derailed them to steal a stupid laugh out of stupid kuroo. he leads them back onto the tracks with “so.”

“so,” kuroo echoes.

“you still...feel that way?”

kuroo raises his eyebrows to say yeah. and it’s not like he’s wary; he’s not, because he knows kenma. but he’s given kenma full control of steering and all of a sudden, he doesn’t know where they’re going.

“hm. hypothetically speaking, what would our dates look like?”

“i dunno?” kuroo looks embarrassed, like he wants off this ride. “just hanging out at my house? two rounds of league? some ramen from down the street? damn, kenma, i dunno.”

“so. just the usual?” kenma blames himself for expecting any different. he’s trying not to smirk but ah, kuroo makes this hard.

“yeah, i guess? maybe talk shit about your taste in music, even though you think we listen to the same things? tell you i’m making you a good playlist and put all our favorite songs anyways? wonder if you’ll put your head on my shoulder later? i dunno.”

“you’re terrible at this,” kenma observes. “why does everyone think you’re charming?”

kuroo shrugs. fine. maybe he’s kind of cute. kenma supposes.

he’s finally decided on the other thing too. “okay.”

“hm?”

“i said, okay.” kenma repeats.

“okay to what?” kuroo looks so puzzled kenma has to laugh, and then the realization starts to show through. “oh. you don’t mean...oh.”

“yeah.”

“are...are you sure?” kuroo says, with a little grin. “for real?”

kenma rolls his eyes. from now on, he’ll only talk when kuroo decides not to be stupid.

(if he’s a little more excited than he thinks he’s showing, well. it’s okay for kuroo to know that.)

------------------------------------------

“you’re going to ignore me if i’m being a smartass...until i stop being a smartass? did i get that right?” kuroo says. “huh. well don’t hold your breath.”

kenma gives him the most unimpressed look he can muster.

kuroo grins, like he thinks he’s charming. or something.

maybe he is, just a little.)

[waka-chan-out]

i saw that anon ask if you wrote in different AUs and as someone who spends almost their entire 4 hour shift, five days a week, thinking about haikyuu boys in different AUs i would like to share my recent hyperfixations

— medieval AU (my personal favorite,, i just love medieval europe hhh but i think it would be cool too for like different periods in japan like edo period or smth like that)

— roman gladiator au. basically i just want to be wrecked by a big beefy man

— ok so idk if you’ve seen the show “the 100” but basically 100 teenage prisoners are living on a space ship because the world essentially ended bc of a bunch of bombs. but the ship is running out of air so they send these prisoners to the ground to try and survive to conserve air. idk i’ve always though that the 100 au was so cool bc i love sci-fi

— i saw this one on tiktok but it’s a soulmate au where you can hear in your head when your s/o sings. and in the au person a is a super famous singer and person b is just barely making it by

— idk if this would be considered an au? but like reincarnation au? but basically you keep being reincarnated until you find what you want most in life

but yeah that’s what i’ve been thinking about as of late!!

okay i’m obsessed with all of these but the roman one in particular has struck my interest. i’m absolutely obsessed with that kind of thing so maybe i’ll have to try that out.

honestly i have a few AUs that i think about a lot even if they aren’t smut related. like if i was an artist i’d draw them, if that makes sense, but it’s hard to properly portray in a oneshot (though i’d be very willing to try.)

one of my favorite movies is IT (2017) and i think about a haikyuu AU all the time. one of my favorite artists on instagram has done that one but i think all the time about what the characters’ fears would be and how they’d react (making myself emotional with the miya twins one in the process) and i just love it sm.

now i’m thinking i’ll definitely write my little conservative town one because i’ve received two votes yes and i am obsessed with it so i totally want to do it.

i have a few crime related ones brewing in my brain because i’m a true crime fanatic and just thinking about this shit makes me excited (no dark content though. i haven’t really ever posted or reblogged that and i don’t want any of my followers subjected to that when i haven’t established myself as a blog that does that).

meg is gonna write a zombie apocalypse AU at some point. i’m obsessed with zombie movies and i feel like that’s inevitable.

any other suggestions or headcanons are more than welcome because shskdb i love these new ideas you guys keep it up.

[occasionallyish--archive]

Whenever I'm getting tired of a maladaptive daydream series that's been going on in my head for a while, I either kill my character off or kill somebody important to them off or make them fall into obscurity– Except I literally cannot do that with yesterday's daydream so I decided why not write it all down?

In this current daydream, I'm the elusive leader of some underground organization literally called The Underground. Set 5-6 years after the current ongoins of BNHA, we essentially help people disappear from the eyes of the public(and the government!)– Whether they be ex-villains or ex-felons or civilians that just want a new life, we're happy to help. We host these huge, monthly, elaborate charity parties so that we can get funds and also donate some of those funds to other organizations dedicated to the homeless and the hungry! Also, I'm Dabi's best friend and he's my right hand man. After establishing all of this, I kinda of hit a roadblock as to where I wanted to turn, so I had my villainous ex-lover invade one of these parties and hold me at gunpoint.

Except... This was getting interesting! I decided I didn't wanna die just yet. So we go back, do a bit of rewriting– And decide that various heroes (MindJack, FreezerBurn, Cellophane, 30-y/o Hawks for some reason) were getting these threatening letters all about "dispose of him or I will" sharing things like the time and place of the party that dearest ex-lover invades. They come in just to see what's up with the place– Maybe provide some protection for this random guy that's getting death threats– and everything goes as it did originally, except with added pressure because these hero guys are there for my protection! So anyway that goes on and like a month or some other semi-short while goes by and I've been established as friends with the heroes and now I've decided "let's just have a semi-flirty friendship with Hawks and call it a day!"

Except, well, I decided with all the ideas flooding my brain I should just put a stop to em and turn to another daydream. And so, why not kill off Dabi and make me disappear off the face of the earth??? Yeahhhhh,,,, So Dabi goes missing for a while and somehow my guy Hawks get intel on where we may be able to find him so I tag along with a couple of heroes on what could be a rescue mission. And just as I say something stupid like, "Oh yeah, he can hold his own! He'll be fine :)" we slide open the doors to this werehouse and there he is... On the ground...... Heavily bleeding and Very Well Dying :(. I go to him and sob and he's on the brink of death when he tells me to just keep on talking to him. So I tell him how he's my closest friend in the history of ever. And I tell him I love him. And I tell him stories from my life before I became immersed in The Underground, and his last words to me before he stops breathing are a little laugh and an amused little, "You're such a dumbass." The ambulance gets there but it's too late. A week later, I'm hit with the press asking about my relationship with the former villain, and how I feel regarding his death... I respond "He was my best friend. And I loved him. And I'm sad. Is that enough for the tabloids?" And then after that interview I announce I'm taking a sabbatical from life, leave The Underground in the hands of a trusted friend (either Mustard or an oc of mine called Akira), and disappear off the face of the Earth

Except, ohoho, this was truly getting interesting! So I decided, 6 months later, I'd reappear from nowhere. And how do I make my entrance? A surprise, truly. I'm taller, I'm bolder, I'm happier than I've been in a long time– And I walk right into a party as hosted by whomever currently runs The Underground. A number of my hero friends are there. I walk right up to the host, get a hug from him, dismissively explain that I was just "far away" and that I'd be happy to reposses the responsibilities of The Underground in a month or so– Because I want another little while to live a little bit less stressfully, but surrounded by all my people. After a talk with the host, I find Hawks– We exchange snarky comments and he tells me he thought I was joking when I said I'd be taking a break from life. I tell him "Well, now ya know" and then he teases me about how a certain someone is staring. I laugh and raise a brow– Then he tells me how one Hanta Sero has been calling him every other week, asking if there's been any updates on my status. How Sero's been antsy to see me again. How he's worried. I laugh and roll my eyes like he's just teasing, but then he tells me to look to my left or smth and I do and... I lock eyes with tape man. He chokes on whatever he's drinking. I go to him and we get to talking and maybe a bit of flirting– I can't not tease him mercilessly. I go a little bit more in detail about my whereabouts– "Exploring my roots, and all that. Going 'round the world in 6 months." He calls me pretty and I ask if he's flirting, to which he confirms. I laugh and explain, "Well, pretty boy, a lifetime ago, I told myself I'd never get with anybody whose job had 'potential death' in the description– Heroes included." He pouts, but he understands. "Except, maybe let me get to know you more. I'd be willing to rewrite my rules, if you can show me it's worth it." An outing and a couple dates later, Sero unexpectedly ends up in the hospital

But I didn't wanna kill him off lol, I love him too much! So, I say that, in the line of duty, he fractures his knee or smth. But thanks to quirks and modern technology, they can fix it! I rush in and I'm worried but I'm assured it's all good. By the time he's cleared to go home, he's looped up on painkillers and his hero friends are conveniently back on the job and since he probably shouldn't be left alone, I'm left to take him! I take him home and we sleep and when we wake up, we're cuddlin or something cliche like that. He looks at me and all he sees is beauty, and he just.. Stares, for a while. But then I wake up, and I feel that spark, and I cup his cheeks in my hands. We stare at eachother, and after a second, we share a kiss to remember. Later I tell him that I want to kiss and I want to hold hands, but I don't want to put a full committment into it– Not until I have my full job back and we figure out if we can both handle the stress of that. And he understands. So, soon I've got full ownership of The Underground again. I host a party and people can see me n tape man are unusually close, this time. In the next party, we hold hands– He gets all nervous and I tell him, "At this point, darling, if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind if you shouted our relarionship out to this whole room." The party after that, he has to come in late because he was away at a convention or smth and his flight was delayed. He makes a big show of running up to me and scooping me in his arms and finally, officially announcing our relationship with another kiss to remember. We're together for years, after that. He moves in with me, we get a cat, he regularly even helps with managing The Underground. Life is good. And then for some reason I get shot.

Then, we're in the hospital room– I wake up to him at my bedside, hair messy and eyebags prominent and worry-lines creased in his face. He's kind of rambling, talking about whatever comes to mind. I move to grab his hand, sending a smile his way. He smiles back and takes a deep breath, before lifting my hand up to kiss my knuckles. We greet eachother with loving little "Hey."s. He tells me the guy that shot me is locked up and won't hurt me again. He tells me he knew I'd pull through, but that he was worried I'd be permanently hurt. I told him I probably would be. The mood gets heavy, but then I kind of tug on his hand and give him a goofy smile, "By the way..." He raises a brow and suddenly the mood is lightened, when I hum out a lighthearted yet serious "Let's get married, Hanta"

Anyway this is the only daydream in which I haven't been able to die... So I decided I'd just write it down and say that we ended on a good note! Because I can't really juggle multiple daydreams, and ideas tend to come daily so I always have something different to work with. Never get bored, ykyk? And no way am I letting this kinda awesome Sero brainrot burn me outta good content for myself

Or I'll just get sniped during the wedding ceremony lol I don't know if my character is op enough to come back from that–

[thermie]

h h hewwo owoo 22 / 23 / 29 / 31 / 34 / 50 / 58 / 61 / 88 in any order, and u can also just. pick only those that u want :3

hhhh-ewwwo? I did say I wanted to chat and I desperately do not want to do work or studies so buckle in for a long post (derogatory). 22. role model? Oh man, I don’t think I have any, like, specific ones for entire things, though I do fall in my hero-worship phaes and then fall out of them like everyone else. I think that taking an entire person and being like I wanna be like them is... not for me though. But I do look up to some people for specific things - I look up to, weirdly enough, Abigail Phylosohpytube who I didn’t watch before her coming out for her graceful coming out video though she admits that the experience wasn’t obviously as smooth. I look up to lots and lots of people for their ability to create and their art (not gonna tag my fav artists bc am tiny and do not want people to look at me, but i do be reblogging). I look up to people like ConcernedApe Stardewvalley and Supergiantgames Hades for their ability to put so much soul in their work, smth I aspire to do. I look up to @not-poignant for, among other things, their idk how to say it best, wisdom in understanding and communicating with others and with myself? I’ve learned a lot by just sort of being in their periphery and seeing how they articulate their thoughts and choose to be kind and witness other’s pain. Hell, I look up to twitch streamers and youtubers sometimes (the recent nice trait I’d like to have if I ever went into bigger content production is how ibxtoycat deals with parasocial relationship realities). 23. strange habits? Hm. I don’t think drinking tea whenever I need a pick-me-up is strange, that’s just probably forcefully assigning a British nationality to me. I think my insistence on misspelling words in a way I think is lowkey funny might be one, I say thamks bc it feels softer, or thank bc it’s funny, I say sleeb, I say finkers or tryink or otherwise replace g with k for lulz. I also don’t know if it counts as a habit but I have a small leather band around my wrist that’s been there for a year soon. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I probs have like, stranger habits but I can’t recall rn. 29. best way to bond with you? Hmm. Well, if you show initiative and are explicit about wanting to spend time with me, that’s already a big chance of me spending time with you. And then if our interests match and I don’t think that you’re like, young in a way that automatically puts me in a position where I don’t feel comfortable really being myself around you bc in my head I have to look out for you (it has happened with two of my friends, sigh), and we regularly spend time together, voila, friend acquired. It simultaneously doesn’t take much and takes a bit to be my friend and bond with me - it’s easy af to become a casual friend cuz I’m always open to new people, but there has to be a level of trust to become like, a close friend. Respecting my boundaries, talking shit with me, being explicitly committal about wanting to bond with me are big steps that way. 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Uh, I don’t do neither, but a current fave that is reasonably badass is my black tshirt with like, a ritual circle and a deer skull. V edgy, 10/10. I also used to have like a real edgy tshirt with a jester and some dice that said the game of life, but I threw it out bc dysphoria. or maybe I put it at the back of my closet along with one other shirt In Case I Get Top Surgery so I can wear them then. 34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Many, such is the nature of advertising, alas. I have managed to avoid most of it tbh though, so the only place I am forced to sit through ads so they stick is my scrabble capitalist nightmare app where I play and always beat haha my coursemate. And they have adds for those shitty apps where you have to solve a puzzle that ends up failing in the add and like, drenching a man in green goo. I find those kinda fascinating tbh. Who plays these games? Who plays these shitty shitty games whose ad has to be “prove your IQ“ to make you want to prove yourself to play them? Oh and also, the insidious nature of ads in media I consume - the mcelroys have gotten me informed about many many things bc they do it in a funny way. Have you heard about squarespace? What about meundies? I also literally installed honey yesterday that I knew abt bc of the relentless adds and I wanted to save, uh, 2.50 from my minecraft server purchase (and then spent some time googling how they make money before giving up. just say u sell my data, that’s easier than not knowing what part of this makes you money). I was tired and in a weird mood, ok. 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? It’s always the stupidest jokes, what matters more is laughing together with someone and getting caught in a laughing loop. I still remember laughing with my siblings until our stomachs really really hurt bc I think one of us said a rug was vomit-colored and it was funny in the moment. How many times have I laughed like that with you too, vit. I know that Laura’s one is nostrilatu, right? :D :D It’s just something that catches you off guard, I think.

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Oh shid. Hm. 1) My ability to analyze data and understand the basic building blocks of something. Makes me cool at studying and sexy at explaining things to my course-mates. 2) Not a talent more like a skill that I’ve worked hard on through therapy - but my inner positive voice/healthy parent is very strong and automatic (something I was sure would never happen). A good example is me going out for a walk, my phone dying so I can’t listen to music, when I went in my head “well I can always make music in my head. do-do-do *drum sound*“ and I could feel the wave of self-reprimand cresting but before I could actually hear any negative comments the positive voice said with a light of a thousand suns NO THAT IS ACTUALLY CUTE AND SEXY and just haaaaaaah. 3) I sing good. Need to sing more. 4) I think I’m good at making conversation. Even with people I don’t necessarily like or want to talk to. More of a skill again but whatever. 61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Do not come to me and ask for favorites, witch. Uh, I have some quotes in my notes app, like 7 from Pia’s writing :D. But imma go with “It’s a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world“ by Mary Oliver. It counts, ok. Or, wait, something I will for real one day either crosstitch of commission shitpostcalligrapher: “t’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. “What are we holding onto Sam?” “There’s good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.“” 88. your greatest wish? Hrm. Right now? To have like a couple days with no responsibilities and without the outside world bearing on me as heavily, to be tiny tiny tiny so I’m invisible and can drink tiny tea on a tiny leaf. Uh, in general? My recently formulated wish or a goal is stability/peace. Then everything else becomes ok because you can bounce back to stable ground between feeling shit or everything happening so much. And I’ve sort of reached that. Also like, half a million euros would be nice too so I can get a house and a car and go on a few trips abroad. :D // there’s two ask memes in my blog recently, go wild

[starryseo]

a rose for you. | seo changbin

pairing ↠ changbin x gn!reader genre ↠ fluff ! bin is a cutie !! wc ↠ 2200 summary ↠ changbin can be a sweetheart sometimes. warnings ↠ swearing, suggestive remarks a/n ↠ a less chaotic day for the pair, but i enjoyed writing smth calmer. enjoy!

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"You got any plans later today?" Changbin asked as he lazed on the sofa, switching between several animal documentaries on tv - Nat Geo’s big cat week shows were a blessing to this planet.

You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a breakfast bar as you answered, "Nope, why?"

"Because it's Valentine's day."

"So?"

"So," he drawled, dropping the remote and facing you as you headed towards the door, "I thought someone would try swoopin' in for your booty."

"Why do you always say weird shit, man," you rolled your eyes, "But no, I'm free. You?"

"Shut up you love it," he grinned, "I'm free too, baby, we'll go out later."

"Sure, sure, see ya later."

"Bye, have fun!" Changbin called out just as you left. He would leave for his class in an hour but, until then, he’d happily watch whatever cat fights were on screen.

You had about ten minutes before your lecture would start so you made your way to the building's entrance where Felix was already waiting for you. You envied Changbin's timetable since he wasn't plagued with 9am classes this term, but Felix was always bright and excited which made early mornings slightly more bearable. 

That, and he had bought hot chocolate for you today.

You thanked him as you took the drink, the heat instantly warming your hands up nicely - a contrast to the bitter February chill that tinged your fingers. 

When he also gave you a rose, you raised a brow.

"The guy selling 'em said he'd give me free drinks if I bought loads, so," he grinned, "I bought, like, 50 roses. Have another!"

"Nope, I'm good, thanks." You laughed when he showed you the inside of his bag; you could barely see his laptop and notebooks peeking out from behind all the flowers. "You're such a dumbass."

"I'm trying to be romantic here," he retorted, following you into the lecture hall. "I don't know who else to give these to, though. I have, like, 8.5 friends."

"Who's the half friend?"

"Seungmin. I'm pretty sure he's tried to kill me, but he helped me out yesterday so…" He shrugged, "I think we're cool."

"I'm pretty sure if Seungmin really wanted you dead, you wouldn't still be here so you've got 9."

Felix nodded, murmuring, "Yeah, you're right," just before the lecturer called for your attention.

At the end of the lecture, you packed up slowly. You stifled a yawn - because staying awake through 2 hours of algorithm talk was exhausting - swinging your bag over your shoulder before you headed down the steps to the front doors to leave.

"Wait, hold up," Felix said, nudging you to the side of the lecture hall. You watched as he ran to the lecturer, digging through his bag to pull out a rose. You snickered when he held it out to your lecturer, the awkward half-grimace on their face making you burst out into laughter. You laughed even more when you heard him exclaim, "I don't love you like that!"

Your lecturer just nodded, eyes pleading for Felix to just leave before he made the situation more inappropriate. He stumbled back to you hastily, cheeks bright and pink which had you chuckling all over again. "So smooth, Lix."

"Not a word to the others."

You zipped your lips, wishing you could've recorded that moment.

After the rest of your classes were done, you headed back to your room. Felix had run off to meet Hyunjin - wanting to add to the inevitable collection of roses the other would have; for as long as you’d known Hyunjin, the boy had received an abundance of chocolates, roses and love letters on this fated day. He hated the attention but loved the gifts, though you weren’t complaining because he’d always share with you.

You’d have about an hour to yourself before Changbin would come home and destroy your peace. You had perfected your schedule: put the kettle on as soon as you got home, spend three minutes changing into jogging bottoms and a hoodie (one you’d stolen from Hyunjin, but you’re pretty sure it’s actually Chan’s), use the now-heated water to cook some instant noodles, gather whatever other food you were craving, load up the next episode of The Office, carry everything into the living room, and, finally, be lazy as shit. In just under fifteen minutes, you had done everything, wrapping a blanket around yourself to be more comfortable.

Time flew by and, before you knew it, Changbin was bursting through the door, yelling, “Honey, I’m home!”

You greeted him, eyes still on the screen and he made his way next to you, dumping his bag on the floor. “No noodles for me?” He pouted, and you offered the dorito in your hand to him as compensation. He took a bite of the crisp straight from your hand - the savage - before leaning back, arm running along the sofa behind you so he could drape himself over you. “You’re paying for dinner now.”

“Guess we’re starving then,” you shrugged, resting your head on his shoulder. You opened up your blanket and he pulled it over himself too, snuggling into the warmth.

“Could you be any more romantic?” He fake-swooned, fluttering his lashes before he stared at you dully. “Don’t places do discounts for couples today?”

“No? If anything, they’d up the prices because people’ll feed into their commercialism, lovestruck dumbasses.”

“Right, sorry, forgot I was dealing with the V-Day Grinch; you need to get laid. Seriously.”

“Sorry for not wanting to bend over for capitalist pigs, Bin.”

“You can bend over-”

“I swear to God-”

“Okay!” He backed away when you hit him before he could finish his lewd remark, “Takeout then, if you don’t want me to spoil you?”

“I thought I was gonna buy dinner, though.”

“Yeah, you never do on Valentine’s. Breaks my heart every year,” he says, sighing dramatically, “I just wanna be wooed.” He even presses the back of his hand to his forehead, swooning backwards, his brows pinching forlornly.

“Lix would be more than glad to do that,” you rolled your eyes, batting his hand away when he pretended to rub away his tears.

He scoffed, “Damn right he would, you should be jealous.”

“I’m green with envy. Green. Greener than the hulk, that’s how green I am, I’m-”

“Okay, fuck, no need to be so condescending, babe,” he pouted. “Punch me, it’d hurt less.”

You don’t understand why he cried out when you did as he asked, but whatever. You rubbed the sore spot to appease him. The baby.

“And to think,” he said, his lips still downturned into a small pout, “I went out of my way to get you something.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, Binnie,” you cooed, “What’d you get me?”

He grumbled but bent down to reach his bag regardless. He pulled out a slightly-squashed rose from his bag, biting down on the stem before he turned to you, a brow raised seductively.

You snorted, pushing his face away before he opened his mouth, the flower dropping easily into his hand. He held it out to you, fully expecting you to take his offering.

You grimaced. “I’m not taking that, it was just in your mouth.”

“You jealous of that, too?”

“Of course,” you shook your head, “How’d you know?”

“Always knew you wanted to smooch me,” he grinned before leaning impossibly close to you. “Now’s your chance, sweetheart,” he said, puckering his lips exaggeratedly, making disgustingly-loud kissing noises to make matters worse.

“Ew,” you groaned, “I’d rather kiss the ground.”

“Be my guest,” he said, sweeping his arm out, gesturing to the floor. You rolled your eyes, getting up - for a split second Changbin thought you might actually do it, before he realised you were heading to your school bag.

You sat down besides him again, looking for something within.

When you handed him a slightly-bent rose, he chuckled. “Felix?”

“Yeah,” you grinned, “he got ‘em in the morning.”

“Yeah, he showed me,” Changbin said, shaking his head fondly, before accepting the rose. He put his bag back on his lap, showing you its contents. “He gave me, like, five before he ran off.”

He tucked the rose you had just given to him behind your ear, murmuring cute. He shot you a quick wink before grinning and leaning back. You rolled your eyes at his antics, facing him to do the same. But when the flower was perched atop his ear safely, you scrunched your nose, mumbling gross.

He flicked your side and you snickered, “I’m kidding, stop being a baby.”

“You better be kidding,” he huffed.

You watched several more episodes of The Office before his stomach started growling, desperate for food. 

Instead of ordering takeaway like usual - because you were university kids, of course cheap fast foods were your go-to - you decided to heat up some frozen pasta and whip up a nice sauce. Changbin had helped to the best of his (limited) ability, before you sent him away, telling him to clear the living room and set up the table instead.

You listened to Changbin as he rapped along to the song, going quiet when he started to sing too. These moments were rare - he didn’t sing nearly as often as he rapped - but it was stunning listening to the way he carried the melody so well. He couldn’t cut basil to save his life, but he had the voice of an angel - life had a funny way of balancing talents like that.

He didn’t stop until the song ended and when the next played, he hummed along instead.

“Damn,” you sighed, “Here I thought you were gonna start serenading me.”

“Maybe next year, baby,” he smiled, leaning against the counter beside you as you finished mixing the pasta with its sauce. “But only if we actually go out then.”

“What if I have plans next Valentine’s?” He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, and you scoffed at his insinuation. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t even say anything,” he smirked.

“You never have to.”

When you turned around to put the pot on the table, you laughed at the way he had set the table. He had put 2 roses in a glass, placing it at the table’s centre, with the other roses shaped in a heart around the glass. He had even lit a small candle, the smell of vanilla meekly peeking out behind your pasta sauce’s aroma. 

“It’s beautiful,” you said, lips lilting into an easy smile. You hadn’t expected him to do anything more than put a couple of plates and forks on the table, but the set-up was cute and greatly appreciated. You put the pot down before going to sit down.

“Of course it is, I did it,” he quipped, pushing your chair in behind you. You rolled your eyes at him.

You could never be truly annoyed at his constant teasing - especially not when he would suddenly switch to being endearing; moments like these - playful but calm, easy-going yet fun - were ones you cherished, and with Changbin around, you were never disappointed.

“Dinner by candlelight, what did I do to deserve this?”

“I did this for me, not for you,” he grinned, taking a large bite of the pasta. “S’real good, babe.”

“You’re such a pig,” you said, scrunching your nose as sauce trickled down his chin. He used his tongue to lick it away and you laughed when he struggled to reach it all. He gave up, wiping it away with his hand before he licked that too. “Such a pig.”

He winked.

After a rather peaceful dinner, Changbin washed the dishes (on his own accord!) as you put away the leftover pasta and tidied the table.

You took out a half-empty tub of ice cream, spraying whipped cream over the dessert. When Changbin was done cleaning, he got out chocolate chips and sprinkles, drizzling the toppings over as well. You grabbed two spoons as he carried the sugary monstrosity over to the living room, wrapping the blankets around the both of you as you held the tub in your lap.

You ate the sweet treat, relishing in the crunch of the sprinkles.

Changbin grimaced and his wince made you giggle when he groaned, “Brain freeze. Ouch.”

“Aww, poor baby,” you pouted, “I’ll suffer instead.” You pulled the tub more to you so he couldn’t reach and he shook his head fondly.

“I’m here for a good time, not a long time, sweetheart,” he said, pinching your hip, gently, so you’d flinch. He used that as his chance to snatch the ice cream tub back, happily taking a large scoop and opening his mouth wide - he became the embodiment of :O.

He shivered as he swallowed, scrunching up his face and you laughed at him again. “Worth it.”

When the ice cream was finished, you rested against Changbin’s shoulder and he naturally let his head droop to lean against yours.

You don’t remember when you fell asleep, the voices on tv becoming a blurry murmur as you slowly drifted off. You do, however, remember waking up in the middle of the night, warm arms embracing you from behind.

That was a nice feeling.