#rahhh fluff

[bunji-enthusiast]

Gentle Lovin’ — Choso Kamo

Holds him very gently 😭🤲

In any day amongst the other, he never could've imagined the life he had been dealt. Choso was merely under the impression he would always just leave behind a trail of destruction of blood and tears in his wake, never being able to see his brothers again. Close to even killing another of his brothers of whom he recently learned that he held close relations with, he almost injured himself for just almost killing Itadori Yuuji. He was confused, full of uncertainty and was just ready to end it on behalf of all his brothers before him.

But you, you came right along and slapped him with a face full of love he was never accustomed too, let alone actually recognizing it. But it felt.. young, refreshing to feel. Not having to live a reality that felt full of delusions of hope, to some it seemed incomprehensiable but to Choso Kamo alone -- He was here and alive in your arms.

"Choso baby." You murmur softly, threading your fingers through the abyssal black hair you've come to love and recognize just merely upon one look at him. He hummed in response, lacking the proper energy to even want to respond to you. "Are you comfortable? Your neck most be cramping in that position."

You let out a chuckle as he nodded, only nuzzling further to feel the warmth residing in your chest.

"So no then, you sure you don't wanna readjust?" You motion, tracing his clothed musculature. "I might even cramp my own neck." Choso perked up at this, and lifted himself off of your body with a groan. The raven-haired man and gently lifted you up toward the side, rolling you over onto your side. Which had resulted in you being the one cuddling up to him, he nuzzled you closer to the warmth of his body, as possibly close as can be.

"Pfft." You snicker absentmindedly, your hand laying to rest on his bare chest. "You. are. hopeless." These words seemed to be insulting, yet it was fully affectionate, only to you and Choso alone.

"Mmh," Choso readjusted his own head, his windswept hair ending up tickling the forefront of your temple, causing you to chuckle at the ticklish sensation. Though you couldn't see, you could sense his vague smile. In turn, You grinned and looked up at him properly, locking eyes with his own your breath had caught in your throat for a moment--taking the time to revel in the beauty of his eyes.

For some reason, you couldn't help but feel lucky to live for a domestic moment such as this. This was real, and you were here with him.

Safe to say he also has the same sentiment, as he just tightened his grip almost barely. You weren't sure what else to do beside being just held by your cute little man, in all honesty (right now he's just being adorable as hell.)

Suddenly, an urge to touch his face came over you. So you began at his jawline, trailing from there slowly and awaiting his reaction. You were slow and steady to ensure that he can stop you from touching his face any time he wanted to.

In fact, he hadn't made any move to stop you. Rather he had encourage you with a warm hum, leaning into your touch.

Choso closed his eyes, he was enjoying your face-touching. You smiled upon knowing this and went along as he had mention without a word being spoken.

Between you and Choso, no words aren't really needed. Behind closed doors anyway, merely consistent hums and murmurs.

From beyond the long day's hard work, your sociability to actually interact and speak with people is hellishly drained. Choso understands this well, even with being an elder brother it is a harsh job. But it is a job he takes with pride.

"So handsome..." You admired him, just for now. Now tracing his markings that ran across his face diagonally and vertically, he hummed and simply just laid there as to not throw you off, he found amusement in your cute ministrations.

Truthfully, he never wanted this to stop.

[unformula1]

make it right (LS2 x OP81)

oscar and logan late night chat about problems. w/c: 552 day 39 of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium!!!!!!! a/n: short one yall!!

Oscar hears a knock on his door. Weird. He gets off his bed and walks toward the door, taking a look through the peephole.

Logan?

What would Logan be doing here… at this hour?

Oscar opens his door and standing in front of him is Logan, but something is off.

His body is tense and his face is darkened, like something miserable just happened. 

“Hi.” Logan manages, although he chokes on his own words.

“Hi Logan.” Oscar says, having to tilt his head slightly up.

“Can I crash?” Logan says, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets and his feet shuffling.

Oscar raises an eyebrow, “I’m sorry?”

“I wanna stay in your room…” Logan mutters, “Just for tonight.”

“I mean, yea.” Oscar smiles, “Sure.”

Logan’s body relaxes a little. 

“Something up?” Oscar says while closing the door as Logan sits on his bed.

Logan takes a moment to breathe before flopping onto the bed.

“Yea.” Logan says.

“Wanna talk?”

“How long you got?”

“The whole night.”

Oscar can see Logan’s lips curl up, he’s smiling. He’s smiling just a little.

“Alright.” Logan says, swinging his legs onto the bed.

Oscar positions himself next to Logan, before lying down as well.

“Do you think we aren’t as close anymore?” Logan whispers, but loud enough for Oscar to hear.

Oscar hesitates for a second.

“Yea.” 

Logan sighs.

“Sorry.” Oscar says.

“Don’t be.” Logan replies, “It’s natural. The cutthroat nature of this sport.”

“Still isn’t good enough of a reason to drift from you.” Oscar says, “I mean, you’ve been such a great person. I feel bad that you’re alone.”

Logan nods, “Do you think the grid doesn’t like me?”

Oscar finds himself thinking hard for a reply.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Then what?”

“They aren’t close to you.”

Logan nods subtly again.

“No one wants to be close to me.” Logan chuckles. It’s not a happy chuckle.

“I want to.” Oscar clears his throat.

Logan smiles slightly.

“I’m just the friendly American at the back of the line.” Logan says, his voice almost cracking.

“They’ll only talk to me if they have to.” Logan continues.

Oscar lowers his head, looking at Logan in the eyes.

He’s right.

“They don’t matter.” Oscar says.

Logan hums softly.

“I’ll be your friend… well- I already am.” Oscar says, “I’ll be… a better friend.”

Logan looks away.

“I mean it. They don’t need to matter, only I do.” Oscar says, his voice laced with concern.

“Sure?” Logan says, his voice is soft and weak.

“Yes.” Oscar confidently says back, “Yes I’m sure. You’re not the back of the line for me.”

Logan turns back.

“Thanks Oscar.”

Oscar clears his throat before shifting closer to Logan.

Logan’s right in so many ways and Oscar hates it. He’s right about just being “an American” to everyone else and a last resort for conversations. He knows it. Logan knows it. Everyone knows it.

It’s been forever since Oscar’s seen Logan initiate conversation with someone because Logan knows no one wants to talk to him anyway. They aren’t making it subtle either, they’re making it look like they’re a 5 year old child being asked to tidy his room.

Oscar hates it. His heart shatters a little more every time Logan forces a smile out. 

He’ll make this right.

He has to.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

I have the fattest fuckin urge to write a series about tsireyaoldersister!reader x neteyam and them falling in love and she helps him survive the shot and after that night they become mated🥹

All of this bc of this song, like it js sums up how you guys feel about each other☹️🩷

[obsolescent]

i was half asleep when i initially wrote this, so i need to edit and rewrite some parts, but i tried to take his behavior and trauma and such into account. also there’s some nsfw in here !! and one last thing : this isn’t finished, so i’ll probably add more to the hcs later :DD

but vkvkv im so excited to discuss this with you!! i love hearing other perspectives, especially since im not as knowledgeable about his time in raccoon city (the game scares me. i’ve got 5 hours in the game and i haven’t even gotten the maiden medallion yet) and i haven’t finished re4 or even started re6. so please don’t hold back and gimme all you got ^^

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leon wouldn’t want someone in his line of work. it would be a constant reminder of the horrors of his job, and while he would be able to share the burden of fear and pain, ultimately he does show avoidance traits.

i think leon would be a little hesitant if there was an age gap, but if said person was mature enough, was sure about themselves, and was independent he could overlook it.

leon would want someone independent and mature. he’s often away on missions and doesn’t have time to talk or even shoot a text to them, so they would have to be understanding, be able to take care of themselves, and not hold it against him.

leon would want someone kind and nurturing. when he’s away from the horrors of his missions, he dreams of domesticity and a family. he would want s/o to have the desire to have a family of their own, but if they don’t want to or are unable to, then that’s completely fine with him as well.

while he wouldn’t open up about his issues, i think he would want to be doted on and taken care of from time to time. he would want it to be the smaller things like cleaning up after him, writing him notes, holding him when he’s had a hard day, and so on.

leon is a bit of a hypocrite in the sense that he wouldn’t open up about his problems (mostly because they’re classified and he struggles with communicating his emotions) but he would take on all of his s/o pain and do everything he can to find solutions.

leon’s love languages would be gift giving, quality time, and physical touch. he’s a bit awkward with it but it’s endearing and he does try his hardest.

petnames leon would use : baby, sweetheart, darling, sugar, love — sweet names.

in bed, i don’t think he would be able to indulge in most hard kinks. the amount of times leon has been choked by an enemy and has been traumatized by it would prevent him from doing the same to you, but i think at the most he would rest his hand there and gently caress the skin. i think he would prefer sweet, soft sex. he doesn’t mind a fast pace, and would prioritize your pleasure over his own. he’s a giver, but won’t object if you decide to pleasure him of your own accord.

i can see leon having an avoidance or disorganized attachment style. while he is afraid of intimacy, he so desperately wants and needs it.

leon is extremely touch starved. when he’s fully comfortable with his s/o, he would be very touchy in the comfort of his home (or theirs). in public, it would be small things like linking pinkies or holding hands.

Ahhh I loved these!! Thank you for sharing with me, I’ll chat about some of the ones I really like to keep it short :)

(Also perfectly understandable, I’ve had my fiancée play some parts of the game for me due to how damn scary it can get 😭 no pressure to play any of them though, literally take them at your own pace and have fun!!!)

18+ for discussion of sexual activities

Leon would be big on avoiding/hiding his feelings due to the job. He doesn’t want you to ever have to know of the horrors he’s gone through, see what he’s seen, so it would make sense he would try to divert the topic when it comes to speaking about his feelings in regard to work.

He would definitely benefit from someone (like myself ahah) who actually needs their own space away from their partner, someone who needs time alone and I think if he found that type of person, their relationship would work out well!

If I say Leon is actually a hopeless romantic who desires domesticity and wants to have a big, nurturing family, like the one that was sadly taken from him when he was a child? What then?? Also Leon girl dad, though he would be happy with any and all the children he would have!!!

But speaking of that, he wants a big family. I honestly think it would be a criteria for his future partner, something that he denied himself for so long that now, he isn’t going to shy away from what he wants any longer.

Since he’s a hopeless romantic he would love to be doted on and would love to dote on someone else, he would take the time to sit down and listen to all that you have to say and try anything to help you with any problems you may have! Him sitting there with you with a hand covering yours and rubbing your thumb while the other props his head up on the couch and he’s just staring adoringly at you while you chat away 😫

Acts of service was what I pegged Leon’s love language to be, but yeah also physical touch. He’s probably touched-starved after all these years alone, the poor thing :( but yes he’s pretty awkward, but he doesn’t let that stop him from showing you affection and love!!

Yes those pet names are very cute, but I think his favorite would be ones he had given you over the years, ones that started from a joke between to two of you or one from a sentimental moment the two of you shared ♡ (Ex. I was thinking of a scenario of a time you were watching the stars and you were gushing about them and he was being cheesy and called you his star but that’s what he started calling you after that moment 😭)

I feel the same way that he would not be aggressive or use weapon play when it comes to sex. He’s been in too many situations that would just bring back traumatic memories if he were to try anything like that in the bedroom. He’s very gentle and loving, also definitely a giver, going at the pace you like and making sure you’re satisfied before himself. He loves to receive as well, but not before you’ve had yours. (My headcanon that getting you off gets him off 🫠😵‍💫)

He would have conflicting feelings, but knows he wants the intimacy and all that comes with it. While trying to stay with his newfound principles of no longer denying himself after years of doing so he will (try to) be fearless and open up to love and all that it offers ♡

(I did not keep this short, I’m sorry LMFAO)

[bananafire11]

quick fanart for @murdadixon of her series, the dixon chronicles (with her ver. of reader ofc ofc) :D i just had to. im totally hooked on your stuff. i couldnt NOT doodle something. thanks for all that you write!!

[starstruckloves]

Imagine turning over in your bed, your eyes still heavy and mind foggy. You had just woken up from a nap after a long day. As you try to sit up you rub your groggy eyes before noticing an extra weight on you.

A new, heavy blanket laid draped across your body. At first, you pick up part of the blanket, staring at it with a raised brow until the dots finally connect. You’re f/o must have come in to check on you while you were asleep. You feel a warm feeling in your chest as you continue to look at the blanket for a few moments before getting up, a bit more ready to continue your day with someone waiting for you <3

[heavenwithgyu]

you should probably leave

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader (i think? i am gn myself so i just see it as gn, tell me if it isnt please)

a/n: written based off the song you should probably leave by chris stapleton (such a good song) also this was written in my notes app and was a story for just me that i edited for tumblr (on mobile) so if you see a few I’s, I’m sorry, reader is implied short at one point but other than that its fine BTW PART 2 HERE

proofread: kinda? there might be a few mistakes

genre: fluff and angst

warnings: none i think? pls tell me if i need to put a warning

You sat at Gyu’s dinner table, takeout and cheap wine sat in front of you both. His recent fling had broken things off because their ex texted them asking to get back together and they were weak.

They were stupid.

They had Gyu wrapped around their little finger for a good couple weeks, how they hell they managed to not want to be with him was insane to you.

So, to cheer him up, you told him you two should have a little friend date together, have dinner and talk about how stupid relationships were. How could he say no to seeing you?

“You haven’t been in one in a while.” Gyu suddenly said and your eyes looked up to meet his, taking a sip. He was right, you hadn’t been in one for at least a year now because you had fallen for the boy that sat across from you.

Such a cliche, you’re aware of it, but the feelings he gave you were otherworldly, he was otherworldly. He also gave his heart out to any girl that simply bats her stupid fucking eyelashes at him and calls him pretty.

You hummed, fake realization settling into your features, you had been rejecting boys for the one day Gyu realized he had feelings for you. That day would never come but you still hoped, “Haven’t found the right one yet, I guess.” You muses in response, taking another sip, you could feel it staining you lips.

His had been stained already and you had to fight the urge to stare at them. They were so pretty when pink, you could barely keep my cool, the glass you had before the one in your hand was creeping in.

“It’s already past 9?” He asked, you checked your phone, your wallpaper of him and you in a goofy pose greeted you. 9:27 PM. “You should probably get home soon, I’m sure Hao is worried.” He told me, his eyes meeting yours once again, it wasn’t even that late but you didn’t say anything about that, just shrugged again.

“I told him I was coming over, he expects me home late.” You replied, your finger tracing the rim of your glass out of anxiety, did he want you out because he had a girl coming over? A rebound to get over his fling? “I’ll leave when I finish my wine.” You set a goal, looking up at him and he nodded, finishing his first glass.

He tilted his head back to do so, exposing his neck to you and your face flushed, your eyes going to my plate. He was so attractive, how did she not want him? He was also sweet, funny, loving— perfect. He was simply perfect.

Another sip was taken by you to distract yourself while he poured himself another glass. The two of you started up another conversation, this one was on autopilot because you were mainly focused on why he wanted you out so early, he was normally teasingly begging you to stay the night knowing you wouldn’t.

You would always go home around 11 because you couldn’t sleep in any bed other than your own, it was a safety thing. Your finger kept tracing the rim, your cheek leaned against your other hand while your eyes glued were to your finger so they didn’t wander over to gawk at him.

His hair was messy from his hands running through it multiple times tonight, he had rolled his sleeves up sometime during dinner, a couple buttons at the top unbuttoned to help him cool off because he was feeling hot. He was hot.

A call of your name and you were blinking a couple times, getting yourself out of your head and your eyes looked at him through your eyelashes because of your position. A hum of a questioning tone, showing you hadn’t heard what he said before him saying your nickname.

“I asked if you were alright, you seem spacey tonight.” He said, his eyes holding care in them. Somehow you had forgotten how attentive he was. A quick mutter that you were fine, just that I hadn’t drank wine in a minute and he was humming as well.

“You haven’t drank any since you said you would leave.” He pointed out and you gulped softly, picking up the glass and taking a swig of it.

“I’m getting to it, I’m sorry.” You muttered, your eyes back to your hand that was now laying on the table, “I’ll leave soon enough, I’m sorry.” You repeated, not wanting to leave, thriving off his company like you always did.

He sighed softly after your apologize, a glance up to see him leaning back in his chair, him nibbling on his lip, “No.. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be trying to push you away so much, you’re just being helpful.” He told me, you just hummed, knowing he was saying that to be nice, so you gulped the rest of your wine down.

He most definitely had a girl coming over with how much he was pushing you to leave. “It’s fine, I’ll get out of your hair.” You said, standing up and grabbing your coat off the chair that was next to yours, your words more pointed them normal due to the glasses of wine. “I should’ve left when you told me to, I’m overstaying my welcome.” You said, grabbing your purse off the table.

You turned around, walking towards his front door and heard him curse under his breath. His footsteps quickly caught up to you, his hand snagging your arm to pull you to a stop, “You’re always welcome here, you know that. I’m just sad over what happened, it has nothing to do with you.” He softly explained, you pulled your arm out of his grip, his touch nearly burning you.

You choked on the words you was going to say, them filling your throat but not spilling out of your mouth. You looked up at him, knowing you should leave before you ruined your friendship, your years of friendship you reminded yourself, the tone he had used and what he said felt too domestic to you. This moment felt too domestic, it was almost too much.

Your eyes fleeted to his lips, a soft smile tugging on your own, “Pink.” You muttered, your index finger grazing where the wine had stained, his hand tightly grabbed your wrist, holding it a few inches away from him while his eyes were wide.

You two stared at each other like that for a few seconds, you didn’t apologize for what you did and he didn’t say anything about it either. Your eyes continued to stare at his lips, “Kiss me and I’ll leave.” A bold streak ran through you and quickly dissipated, seemingly going in through your head and out through your feet like lightning.

“Just one.” He quickly said out loud, seemingly telling himself and not you, his lips pressing against yours. You stood there shocked for a second, surprised he had actually kissed you and that it had took such little convincing.

You kissed back, your wrist moving from his grip to the back of his neck. You had been waiting for this moment for so long that it seemed so surreal that it was happening.

Your body buzzed at the feeling, all your nerves were lit on fire, his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer, his hand holding your waist carefully, as if you would break in his grip.

The one turned into two, three, four— too many to count. You stayed rooted at that spot the entire time, his tongue tasted of wine and faintly chinese food.

“Fuck, you should probably leave.” He muttered against you and you whined softly, pulling back, both your arms sat over his shoulders, keeping him close.

“You don’t want me to do leave, do you, Gyu?” You asked, pouting up at him knowing he was weak to it and he cursed again, his gaze going to the ceiling as if he was communicating with God Himself.

Tell me to stay.

He looked back down at you, licking his lips, “Of course not. I just.. we’ve both been drinking and that’s the right thing to do.” He told me, his hands contradicting himself because he was pulling you closer by your waist.

You smiled up at him, giggling softly, “Tell me to leave and I will.” You offered, him nibbling on his lip, “We can just cuddle and go to sleep.” You furthered when he didn’t respond and he just huffed, smiling at you.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He mumbled, pressing another kiss to your lips and you were smiling into it, your hand shifting to be on the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

His feet began walking backwards, dragging you with him without breaking the kiss, easily getting you to his bedroom. He held you in his open doorway, his tongue tangling with yours for a minute or two.

When you broke apart, he smiling at you goofily, “So I’m little spoon, right?” He asked, a laugh echoed out of your chest while you hit his arm softly.

“Gyu, I don’t think I could spoon you if I wanted to, you big baby.” You teased, him chuckling while he kissed your forehead. He mumbled it was worth a shot, stepping out of your grip and you looked down at your clothing, knowing you couldn’t sleep in something like it, “You have a shirt I could borrow to sleep in?” You asked him quietly.

He was instantly at his closet, rummaging through it to find a good shirt for you, he got weak over the thought of you in his clothing, not that he would say it. Once he did, he held it out to you making you walk over to grab it, once you had a grip on it, he was pulling it back so you would be closer to him.

His lips grazed yours, his eyes pouring into your own, “Payment is a kiss.” He teased, puckering his lips slightly and you just rolled your eyes, tugging it out of his grip. You jokingly called him greedy, heading off towards the bathroom that was connected to the room to change. He knew he was being greedy but he couldn’t get enough of your kisses, he was reeling from finally getting the courage to kiss you.

When you got out, he was laying in bed, fixing his pillows to allow two people in his bed and your eyebrows furrowed softly, did he not sleep with her? He held his arms out to me the moment he saw you, his hair in his eyes.

You smiled while you walked over to him, his hands grabbing your waist the second you were close enough to tug you onto him, his lips peppering kisses on your head.

When you finally settled into the bed, you were on your own separate pillows, holding hands since it was the ‘right thing to do’ he repeated. While you knew it was killing him to not hold you close, he said it was fine, that he wanted to not have anything weigh on his conscious by taking it too far or doing something wrong.

You fell asleep not soon after, a lot faster than you did in your own bed. He stayed up to see how ethereal you looked while asleep, he didn’t think he could get enough of it, not that he would tell you.

He woke up before you, his eyes gravitating to the clock on the bedside table near you since he didn’t want to move in case he woke you. 6:03 AM. He looked at you, smiling softly as you still looked as good as you did the night before.

The sun was against your skin, making you seem like you were glowing, to him you looked like an angel. He never fell back asleep, only watching you so he could imprint this memory into his brain.

When your eyes opened, a ray on sun was shining directly in them and you squinted, moving your head slightly to back out of it. You recounted last night in your head, your mind not fully believing it happened.

“Morning.” You heard Gyu mutter with a smile, you looked up at him, your heart in your throat with how good he looked. You muttered it back, your voice croaking while you ran a hand through your hair to fix your bedhead. He silently wished you hadn’t for it made you look even perfect in that moment, he found everything about you perfect.

Your eyes closed once again, basking in his presence and how warm his bed was and how you were melting into it— Your thoughts were cut off as you felt his fingers graze you face, pushing stray hairs out of you face that had fallen and you smiled at him even if you couldn’t see him.

Realization began to settle into your skin though, his little thing had just ended everything the day before he kissed you. Had it really been because of his feelings? He had never outright said he had feelings for you.

Your mind began to get the best of you, a sigh coming from you as you sat up, feeling him sit up as well. “I should probably leave.” You muttered, glancing around for the clothes you had on last night get dressed again.

He didn’t reply at first which prompted you to look at him, his eyes were wide while his adam’s apple bobbed, seemingly searching for words that weren’t there.

After a few seconds, he seemed to slouch, a quiet ‘Yeah’ escaped him while his eyes went to the blanket instead. He wanted nothing more than to have you stay with him— forever. He had gotten that little fling to get over you. He didn’t know your feelings towards him though, he was completely oblivious, which didn’t let him say anything about it.

He watched you collect your things, rooted to the bed. He wanted to help you, do something more than just sit there quietly, but he didn’t, his hands gripped the sheets below the blanket so you couldn’t see.

He figured you would block him the second you got home, knowing your friendship wouldn’t recover from this. He didn’t want a friendship anymore but he didn’t dare let those words slip out of him though.

So he let you slip out, hearing his front door shut and then he was sighing, laying back against his pillow once again. His head turned to where you had just been sleeping 10 minutes ago and he felt tears welt in his eyes.

“I love you.” He choked out quietly, knowing you should’ve probably left last night when he told you to. This wouldn’t have happened then, but he wanted you to stay.

[hayaku14]

anyway kaishin + bad parent toichi and chikage enjoyers go read cuethesun's tomorrow, and the next day ✌️😎✌️

[milliesfishes]

*tentatively peeking out of my shell* hey guys...hehe...how are we doing?

[panpanicatmha]

COME GET SOME GOOD OLD HURT/COMFORT BESTIES.

“Look at me, Bakugo?” Katsuki takes in a sharp inhale, purposefully keeping his eyes averted from Kirishima’s. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t fucking look— “Did…did I do something?” Kirishima asks, voice laced with hesitancy and hurt. “Are you mad at me?” Katsuki’s eyes widen, head snapping up automatically to find Kirishima’s face and tell him no, he didn’t do anything, he— Ah, shit. Kirishima is sitting on the couch beside Katsuki, head tilted slightly and his face completely gone.

[jazzjlan]

kirbtober day 5+6 : animal friend + royalty!

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[showfallfoodcourtemployee]

[Thank you for using Showfalls wonderful Video to text service! We hope this serves as accurately as the video itself. Enjoy!]

[Transcript Received.]

[The video begins with the camera swinging around wildly, while the pounding footsteps going up steps. The footsteps then continue down a carpeted hallway until reaching apartment number 1020. The person recorder starts knocking rapidly, eager to get inside.]

[Person recording identified as Madeline.]

[A voice responds to the knocking from inside, sounding tired, and slightly annoyed.]

?: Give me a second! Jesus!

[Voice identified: Edgar.]

[The knocking begins to get louder, faster, and harder.]

[Edgar reaches the door and flings it open, exasperated.]

E: What?

[He steps out fully from behind the door, revealing a black peasant-style dress with long, puffy cuffed sleeves. The dress ends just above knee height with a lace finish, revealing thigh garters holding up long black socks. He also has black 5 inch platforms on. His face has a small amount of make-up applied, dark lipstick and sharp eyeliner stand out the most to the camera, and less visible, but still making a difference, mascara. He stares at Madeline.]

[Madeline screams in delight after edgar opens the door.]

M: OH. MY GOD. THEY WEREN’T LYING.

[The camera moves around edgar, getting a closer look at some of the outfits parts.]

M: You never told me you were.. uhm Fruity?

E: I’m not, I just find dressing like this fun. Is that a crime?

M: So, You’re a drag queen?

E: No? I mean, I probably could be, but I don’t really want anything to do with performing right now.

M:Okay buddy, keep lying to yourself! ..Also are you wearing platforms.

E: Yep! I told you I’d catch up!

M: Take them off you COWARD..

E: Mmm. That’s a no from me, sorry!

M: You just can’t live with me being taller than you!!

E: Ha! I can, it’s just really funny to wear huge platforms.

M: Yeahh.. Sure!.. Tootally..

E: So… did you come here just to see if the anons were lying, or did you want something?

M: WELL, I wanted to see your outfit, also I wanted to teach your non-cooking ass to cook.

E: Oh– hm. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to learn a thing or two. Considering I literally don’t know how to properly boil water.

M:YOU SET IT ON FIRE.

[Edgar laughs awkwardly.]

E: Haha… Uh, yeah.

M:How did you even DO that?? Did you somehow figure out magic??

E: I guess I’m just… REALLY bad at cooking. The 4 people there don’t even know how I managed to do it.

[Madeline sighs.]

M: I guess uh.. I'll show you how to make like some eggs? I don’t really know what you tried to make back then, and I don’t think you should try again now.

E: Er, I was trying to make soup. From a packet.

M: SOUP?? Oh nah. There is NO hope for you.

[He laughs, then steps back from the door.]

E: If you really meant it about teaching me how to cook, you can come in.

M: I’ll see if you’re even teachable. I guess.

[Madeline walks through the door into the apartment, going straight towards edgar’s pantry.]

M:Why do you have like. Three seasonings.

E: I’m on a budget.

M: I-Okay. I guess this’ll work for now.

[She then gets out salt and pepper, sitting them on the counter. She then goes to the fridge and pulls out two eggs from the carton.]

M: Uh, Ok. So. First you’re going to want to like, oil the pan? Do you have like spray oil or vegetable oil or like..

E: I… I should? I don’t really know where it would be, but I’m pretty sure I have that.

[Madeline sets the camera down onto the counter, leaning it upwards towards the stove. She then leaves to search the kitchen for any sort of oil to coat the pan. She then finds a bottle of spray oil, and walks back over to the kitchen, shaking, and handing over the oil to edgar.]

M: First off, you need to spray a small coat of oil onto the pan.

E: Alright, should be easy enough.

[Edgar tries to spray the oil onto the pan, except instead of the pan, the oil sprays directly into his eye, having held it the wrong way. He yelps, and drops the canister.]

M: ..HOW. Did you mess that up.

[Madeline sighs and picks up the canister, spraying the pan the correct way.]

M: THAT is how you spray it.

E: Thanks, Madeline. I, uh. I really don’t know how I fucked that up.

[Madeline grabs the egg, and hesitates before handing it to edgar.]

M: Now..You crack. The egg. CAREFULLY.

E: Normally I would be a little offended at you explaining this to me like I’m 5, but I feel like this is probably the best course of action, based on my cooking abilities.

M: I don’t understand how you could possibly mess this up bro. If you do there is NO hope for you.

[Edgar cracks the egg into the pan, fortunately not messing up one of the most crucial parts of the process.]

[Madeline sighs in relief, until realizing. The fire wasn’t on the entire time. She quickly turns it onto low-medium heat as the egg starts to crackle while cooking.]

M: Do you own..a spatula?

E: I should, yeah. I’ll go look for it.

[As Edgar turns around, something brown and very furry can be seen clinging to his back. He opens a few drawers before turning back around, holding a spatula up like a quest item.]

E: Found it!

[Madeline mutters under her breath.]

M: Thank god.

M: Now, uhm you’re gonna like check under the egg to see if it’s cooked?

[He nods, then walks back over to the stove and does exactly as Madeline had said.]

M: If it’s cooked pretty much on the bottom, go ahead and flip it.

E: Alright, will do.

[Edgar squints at the pan, and flips the egg over after a few seconds.]

[Madeline sighs in relief, silently celebrating from edgar being able to actually cook a “meal.”]

M: Congratulations!! You cooked your first, and probably last, uh. Meal!..?

E: The hell do you mean ‘last’? Are you going to shoot me or something?

M: NO I'M NOT GOING TO SHOOT YOU. I just mean you suck ass at cooking and you shouldn’t do it ever again!

[His shoulders lower, it was almost like he genuinely thought Madeline was about to pull a gun on him. At that moment, the squirrel from earlier climbs up onto his right shoulder.]

M: OH MY GOD ISTHATASQUIRREL.

[Madeline quickly backs up tripping over multiple things, before hiding behind the counter]

E: Wh– Acorn? You’re afraid of Acorn? The squirrel that Adam adopted? Seriously?

M: SHUT YOUR MOUTH NOW. YES I AM SCARED OF IT.

[He starts to laugh, after a few seconds, he begins leaning on his knees for support.]

M: STOP. YOU'RE BEING SUCH A BULLY TO ME RIGHT NOW.

[Edgar attempts to respond, but he keeps cutting himself off by laughing.]

M: THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR BEING KIND!! WOW..

[After a few minutes, Edgar finally is able to respond.]

E: You’re seriously afraid of squirrels?

M: I AM AFRAID OF ALL. RODENTS. SO YES. I AM AFRAID OF SQUIRRELS.

E: Damn, I’d never have imagined that you of all people would be afraid of these little guys! I mean, you can sit on top of buildings in the rain, but you hide behind my kitchen counter at the sight of a tiny ass rodent?

M: THEY ATTACKED ME ONCE WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, NEVER GETTING NEAR ONE AGAIN.

E: You suuuuure? He’s very friendly!

[He takes Acorn off his shoulder and holds him out towards Madeline.]

[Madeline scrambles from her hiding spot, running away from Edgar until she’s cornered.]

E: He won’t bite you, I promise.

M: CEASE THIS BULLYING IMMEDIATELY!!

E: Hey, remember that one time in the mall when you kept squeaking your shoes near areas I was in, just to piss me off?

M: I don’t know what you’re talking about! Totally!!

E: Mhm, sure. Totally.

[He holds the squirrel out again.]

[Madeline eventually surrenders her struggles against edgar.]

M: FINE. I WILL TOUCH THE FUCKING SQUIRREL.

[Acorn sits very politely in Edgars hands as Madeline quickly taps him on the head . Upon realizing Acorn was not a threat, Madeline starts to pet the tiny squirrel.]

E: See? He’s not going to attack you.

M: Finee. You were right.

M: Well, I should probably get going, after you just tried to MURDER ME!!

E: Alright, sounds good, Madeline. See you later.

M: Bye bye!! I’ll be back only for Acorn probably!

[Madeline shuffles out of the corner she was hiding in, grabbing her phone and ending the recording.]

[Transcript End.]

[unformula1]

happy birthday (LS2 x OP81)

synopsis: happy birthday oscar piastri. ur amazing. lovely lovely oscar!! w/c: 688 a/n: it’s oscar piastri day!! there’s a lot of logical flaws in this story but who cares right. day 13 of Loscar posts until we get a LOSCAR PODIUM (series masterlist) also remind me to write a part 2 to this on the 31st of December okay 

Oscar stares at his lock screen, his stare is blank and unreadable. He watches the multiple notifications slide in all wishing him happy birthday in one way or another. He swipes them away after briefly reading the first few words.

He looks back up at the clock again, 10am. He sighs and looks back down at his phone as it fades to black. He turns it on again, still staring at the empty lock screen.

He starts floating into a daze.

His phone rings, which snaps him out of his trance. It’s Lando. 

He picks up the phone

“Hey.” He says, trying his best to sound excited. Well, he is but he’s more excited for something else.

“Hello Oscar Piastri.” Lando says, clearly sensing Oscar’s lack of excitement, “Clearly someone hasn’t texted in yet.” Lando scoffs softly but Oscar can hear it.

“Shut up.” Oscar says, rolling his eyes, “I’m not expecting his text, we haven’t talked in a while okay.”

“Really?” Lando pushes.

“Yes.”

“Sure?”

“Yes. Very sure.”

“Liar.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re still waiting for Logan’s little happy birthday!” Lando says it in a childish sound.

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.” 

“No.”

“Okay once you’re done waffling on about it, Logan’s here… like outside the McLaren garage.” Lando says, which piques Oscar’s attention.

“Why are you there so early?” Oscar says, diverting the subject of the conversation.

“Needed to talk.”

“Liar.”

Oscar says as Lando hangs up.

He tuts and gets up, throwing on his coat and walking out. He briskly walks to the track, which isn’t that far.

Oscar anxiously walks into the paddock, his eyes darting around to find Logan. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous. Maybe it was because he had the looming thought that Logan would never wish him happy birthday again, which wouldn’t be that big of a deal if it wasn’t Logan but it was and it meant everything.

Logan and Oscar were the closest of friends before all of this. Logan wished Oscar happy birthday every single year at 12 midnight sharp but ever since last year he hasn’t.

Last year, Logan wished Oscar at a random time in the day which disappointed Oscar a little by not receiving a message at 12 midnight.

However, this year Logan hasn’t even wished Oscar a happy birthday probably because they were nearing the final thread of their friendship. It suddenly dawned on Oscar that he would never get another “happy birthday!” from Logan if he didn’t do anything now.

He panics.

He fucked up real bad didn’t he.

He forgot to wish Logan a happy birthday last year and now Logan probably thought that meant the end of their friendship.

God he was stupid.

He beat himself up over forgetting to wish him and regretted everything.

He swiftly finds the McLaren garage but no Logan, he quickly wipes his disappointment and walks into the garage. His entire team is there to wish him a happy birthday and that made him feel slightly better. He smiles widely for the camera and blows out the candles. 

Lando makes some snarky remark which causes Oscar to chuckle stupidly again.

It takes them a few minutes to wrap everything up but when they do, Oscar takes out his phone and the message lingering there makes his face light up.

Logan: happy birthday oscar!! come outside please

Oscar shuts his phone off, being so excited he forgets to respond to the message. He darts past his team and pushes the garage door open and right there is Logan Hunter Sargeant.

“Happy Birthday Oscar.” Logan says, presenting Oscar a soft toy of a koala.

Oscar’s smile widens even more and he feels like he’s stupid smiling right now but he couldn’t care less.

He hugs the koala tight and snuggles it before running up to Logan and hugging him.

“Thank you.” Oscar says as he tightly grips onto Logan.

“Happiest of birthdays Oscar.”

“I promise I’ll never forget yours again.” Oscar says as he hugs Logan tighter.

“Are we still talking about this? I told you it’s alright.”

“No it’s not. It isn’t.”

“Whatever.” Logan chuckles.

[mysicklove-main]

might write a fic about akaza falling in love with a frail, weak human

[jji-lee]

lee haechan , tummy , tickles

haechan loves your tummy. he loves how it looks in your clothes, he loves how it looks out of your clothes. he loves your tummy so much that he can't get enough of it. when you snuggle next to him in bed haechan can't wait to lift your shirt up and see your tummy. you smile warmly knowing what he was about to do. he softly pulls your shirt up as you lay next to him, revealing your tummy. he gives your lips a kiss before he goes lower pressing a kiss to your neck and then in between your breasts, finally planting a kiss on your tummy. you giggle at the sensation, his lips tickling you. he looks up at you a grin on his face. he runs his hands on your sides, cold fingers causing goosebumps to grow on your warm skin. haechan kisses you all over your tummy, occasionally blowing raspberries into your stomach. you laughed at the feeling "hyuckie, stop it tickles, please." you tried to pull your shirt down twisting out of his grasp. he held you down by your waist, steading your movements, "stay still baby, i won't tickle you anymore just let me enjoy this" you calmed down, laying still for him. haechan laid his head on your tummy taking a deep breath in, "you're so warm baby, so warm and so soft." you reached down to move the hair out of his eyes, rubbing his head gently. he snuck in one last kiss placing his hand on your tummy, "hi bubba, your mommy doesn't want me giving you kisses, but don't worry, i'll give you all the kisses once i finally meet you." haechan loved your tummy and he loved it more as each month went by.

[iceunhie]

— PUSH AND PULL : honkai star rail.

premise. as someone who's always believed in the term “try and try again,” (peak delusion, you know) rooting yourself in their heart has always been your goal, no matter the cold rejections and curt declines you receive. however, even you have your limits; perhaps this little push and pull you two have going isn't worth your time after all... but what happens then, if the chaser becomes the chased? (oh, how the turns have tabled.)

...or, when you play hard to get with them.

— ft. sunday, aventurine, jing yuan.

warnings: angst n fluff, messy messy, these boys are in love but are wayyy too chicken to admit they actually adore you, genderless reader.

a/n. inspired by @/xiaowhore's playing hard to get headcanons! my holy trinity 😇 n MY FAVES RAHHH

NEXT : BACK TO MASTERLIST || ASKBOX

SUNDAY is perplexed. very much aware of his qualities which enlists him as one of the finer (finest) bachelors of Penacony (he was the Robin's one and only blood, and was also the head of one of the main guiding forces of the Family, after all), sunday isn't sure he's ever come across someone as.... tenacious as you.

foolish, to be more precise, for he cannot for the life of him comprehend exactly why you are the way you are with... him.

no matter his respectful declines of your invitations to promenade around Penacony (re: going on dates), you really didn't know how to leave him be. though he hasn't exactly said he hated it, sunday was, admittedly, rather... affronted. your gifts, in particular, were your loud declarations of your affection (that make his wings flutter more rapidly than he'd like); but sunday was rather inconvenienced at the whole thing.

nonetheless, he does still accept them. reluctantly, mind you. not because he was fond of your constant shower of affections, which seemed so permanent that he began to look forward to them got used to it. to your credit, your gifts were very much to his tastes. (Robin once gave him a rather soul-searching look when he found himself wearing the gloves you gifted, light blue and white in color. he still uses it, just not when his sister is in the vicinity.)

in fact, perhaps he may have gotten too comfortable. little by little, your constant intrusions on his time have thawed a way to his heart; making sunday look forward to your jovial greetings and grandeur elaborations on your day, and such a thing makes him feel scared sunday needed to nip this in the bud, and fast.

so he confronts you, abruptly one day as you give him his newest gift—a jewelry box for his earrings. (surely, the rapid thumping of his heart was due to his irritation at your constant persistence, right?) “i'm afraid this can no longer continue. i am flattered by your... fancy for me, but i do not wish to enter a relationship in the near future.”

the utter silence that follows is torture to him—but he endures. he tries not to look at the momentary flash of hurt on your face. you seemed to quickly recover, though. giving him a simple smile (it didn't reach your eyes. it shocks him how his chest ached at the realization) and shaking your head when he returns the gift to you.

“i understand, mr. sunday.” the formal usage of his name instead of your chipper ‘sunday!’ makes his face twitch. “but please, keep the gift. think of this as my last declaration. it... would do me a great comfort, just this last time, if you accepted it instead.”

(if he had grabbed your hand at that moment as you left for the door, would he regret it?)

when you leave, sunday thought it would put the conflicting feelings in his mind at ease—but it doesn't. a week and two days counting, true to your word, sunday receives no flagrant gifts, nor little messages on his phone that tell him to take care of himself, to eat, and to make sure to remember to check up on Robin.

instead, contrary to the feeling of ease, regret follows him instead.

it's at two weeks and five days counting when sunday could no longer stand the sight of papers that stacked atop his desk and the image of you leaving for the door replaying in his head far too many times for him to count, that he contacts Robin.

and she, once hearing about the situation, gives him a very, very enlightening talk. (of course, not without giving her brother a lecture of the lifetime. part of him felt shame to know that his sister knew of his... turbulent love life, but she was the only one who he could trust, anyway).

“absence makes the heart grow fonder,” she says. “but in your case, brother, your heart has already decided it's course, right?”

sunday eyes the smooth velvet of the jewelry box you gifted, ruminating. his earrings lie there, carefully pristine and beautiful, gold and silver intertwined. he has worn them without fail, clean and spotless. (of course it was. such a design so intricate was only chosen by you. the thought makes his ears warm).

the next days are agonizing. vigor renewed and epiphanies well-spent, sunday spends the rest of his time after finishing his duties researching and painstakingly finding the best jeweller he can find (even employing the suggestions of a certain gambler, much to his dislike), and spending a god awful amount of time revisiting and rechecking which spots you like, which places you enjoy, to the point it comes up in Penacony's headlines that sunday is interested in someone.

surely, it should've reached your ears by now, yes? sunday panics. your preferences are well-accounted for, and he's sure the Bloodhound family members that report to him have to tell you that the person he had in mind was you. even Robin, who was your closest friend, has probably told you already.

it's embarrassing to admit, but; to hell with it, the day he meets you after three weeks and sees you having a pleasant chat with aventurine, of all people, sunday thinks his heart had shattered into little pieces and stabbed themselves into his body. not so much as sparing him a glance, moreso.

so when, finally at his wits end, sunday chooses to corner you at the dewlight pavilion and spills out how he has royally screwed up in the worst way possible, no one is surprised. at this rate, you would be swept up in the charms of that wretched gambler, and what sunday lacked in, aventurine more than made up for.

“wait, don't go to that gambler just yet.” he's breathless, he's chaotic—and something in his heart squeezes when you finally look at him. “i... i wish to take up your time now, if that's possible.” (he wishes he would take up your time forever, really, but that was still too early).

you eye his getup. all of your gifts, lined on the man you spent so long chasing after—you see the gloves you gifted, the tie with not so much as a single crease, and the earrings that shine more brightly in the light of the pavilion. (it suits him. like you) it was as if sunday had completely surrendered himself to you, had all but decided to proclaim that he was yours, and this was nothing short of a plea for you to hear him.

“please.” he says. almost begs. “i can't bear not seeing you anymore. allow me to correct such a damning mistake.”

and if you were skeptical, the way sunday looks at you would dispel any doubt you could ever have. (his wings, they were fluttering.)

(months later, after a nerve-ending confession, many days of dinners, shared gifts involving matching jewelry and promenading to your wishes, it dawns on sunday he was absolutely dancing to your tune. did he regret it, though?

....no, most certainly not.)

if AVENTURINE were to be honest with himself, he saw you as a useful “friend” rather than a romantic interest. was it bad of him? of a sort. but risk cutting himself open and letting someone he might grow to care for know about all the ugliness that follows his life? no, he's fine as it is, thanks.

the first thing he notices is that you're kind—though he distrusted most of his colleagues and preferred none to get close to him, aventurine, in some morbid moment of curiosity, instead allowed himself to bask in your attention. instead of curtly disparaging you, he flirts back at your compliments (the way your face heated up in return was far too endearing that he can't help but want to kiss you he finds it amusing) and consistently texts you a “did you get home safe” or a “i bought you this because it reminded me of you”; at this point, it was like you two were dating.

was it leading you on? yes, but he supposes it was a win-win; he could send you those tiny bits of validation that was enough for you to stay respectfully at a distance while he probed at your intentions. unlike others who attempt to garner his favor, you're genuine, and you seriously take the time to know him. because you always text back with hearts, always reassure him, tell him to stay safe and wish him luck at every gamble, every high stakes bet he finds himself in. you even complimented his perfume once (and, if he had to be honest, he could not stop thinking about it all day—because that perfume he commissioned exclusively was based off of your own favorite scents and it was extremely embarrassing that he loved hugging you knowing that you loved the way he smelled and that it felt extremely domestic).

(sometimes, he doesn't reply. for months on end. suddenly the golden-haired man you love goes cold and you know then that aventurine ghosts you and then returns when he's in need of a friend—never a lover. it hurts you, but at the very least, you know he cares in his own way.)

and, if aventurine had to be honest, it was killing him from the inside bit by bit. as if to drive the knife deeper, you never danced around what exactly was going on with you two. you never ask why he ghosts you, then sends you a bundle of gifts all of a sudden and then rapidly spends time with you and repeating the cycle. no, you were consistently by his side, so warm and so caring—so unlike him—that aventurine wonders if it's really all right to open his heart to you.

if, by some chance, he actually wanted to be with you, would you treat him even more sweetly than before? aventurine thinks you would—you were beautiful in your entirety, and he was practically undeserving of you. he imagines himself kissing your hand and having you in his arms—and that feels like ice cold water being dumped onto his head, because you could do so much better and yet, why him?

so when aventurine hears about how a certain doctor was visiting you for some unknown reason, his already fragile sense of security in this little will-they, won't they crumbles.

and when he finds out that you were staying over with ratio? something twisted lodges itself in the little brushes of his heart, coiling and coiling—making him feel green. aventurine is aware you and the doctor are good friends, and ratio was the one who even told you to make a move on him! how could he just—suddenly interrupt?!

(was it dramatic? extremely. but knowing his friend and the person he secretly adores might end up together? you can't really blame him.)

he supposes this can be attributed to him. it was an egregious mistake, a blunder aventurine made—he never gave you a clear sight of whether he truly loved you or not and now you're slipping away from him.

so, he does something very unexpected.

at 3:00 AM in the wee early morning hours, aventurine practically barges into one Dr. veritas ratio's home, demanding what the hell was going on between you. and as if he had expected it, his doctor friend merely gives him a shrug in return.

“perhaps they were simply getting fed up by a certain IPC member—who is clearly head over heels in love with them—giving them mixed signals.” ratio's tone is stern, and aventurine definitely knows that the look he gives him is the one he gives only to fools.

you idiot, the doctor seems to say. yeah, yeah, he is; aventurine ignores the clear pinprick at his dignity.

yes, he supposes he is the fool here. “ah.”

“yes, ‘ah,’ indeed. now, let me propose a question.” the purple-haired man says. “will you react in such a way when i tell you that in order for my friend to stop their anguish, i managed to get them to fraternize with one of my colleagues?”

“...what?”

“they will be having a meet-up seven system hours from now.” ratio shrugs. eyes aventurine, who's looking at him like a gaping, stupid fish. “i can only hope that no one would dare to disrupt.”

...it doesn't take him long to be rid of the gambler by then.

(a few hours later, you stop by the Intelligentsia Guild to see one veritas ratio with a smug smile, eyeing the fur coat draped around your shoulders, and the flushed and happy expression written on your face.

“did it work?” he asks.

you laugh, “splendidly.”

indeed, that gambler was a fool, and there's nothing more than dr. ratio loved than to educate such fools to shape.

“that will teach him.”)

as a quote unquote ‘old man’ who knows that he's well up in his years for a relationship, JING YUAN finds you to be quite amusing.

it doesn't take a detailed analysis to know that you were smitten with him, really. you're a complete open book by his standards—if your heated face and slightly airy voice whenever you were even placed in the same vicinity with the Dozing General was anything to come by. while flattering, he also shares the similar mindset of being too old for any love his way—and he could be mara-struck at any given time, and jing yuan does not wish such a life filled with anguish and pain for the one who may steal his heart. but, worry not, brave suitor of the Arbiter General! unlike the other two above, this man has the experience of millenia, and is open-minded and aware that you truly wish to be perceived as a potential lover.

in fact, jing yuan's recent favorite habit is sneaking off the Seat of Divine Foresight purely to freak you out, watching you scramble up your words, seeing the heat crawl up your nape and bloom all across your face. adorable. you certainly knew how to appeal, that's for sure.

(“heh, it seems i've found a new place to stay in so that the Diviner Fu won't grill me alive when she sees me.”

and when he's rewarded with a bashful and speechless look in return, a smile and your, “i'm glad, general.” it surprisingly lightens up his mood by more than he expected.

that, in turn, gives him a frightening 30% energy boost; fu xuan was utterly shocked to see the languid man actually working and looking like he enjoyed it, for once.

“did something good happen today, jing yuan? why so enthusiastic?”

“i just felt like working more than usual, diviner Fu. i seem to have my energy levels at a high.”)

now, jing yuan is considerate and perceptive first and foremost, so there's a high chance that out of all the men here, he is the most open to giving you the chance to pursue him. he does inform you beforehand that he has no plans of accepting your confessions in the future, and that is where the ‘hard to get’ part comes in.

it's like playing a confusing romance visual novel with a fickle love interest—you never really know what you're doing, whether it's something jing yuan would like or not, and you don't know if he even thinks your attempts are moving his heart. (tldr: he friend zones you).

he maintains the same distance no matter his banters with you, no matter how many times you tell him that you'd help yanqing out with sword lessons. it's like he was just... treating you as he would a friend, and that you were basically stuck in the friend-zone forever.

(he keeps it to himself, but something warm stirs in his chest when he sees yanqing sleeping on your shoulder after training practice, with your arm protectively around the boy's side.

your sleeping face didn't make it easy to look away either; it's one of the few moments in which jing yuan shows just the slightest bit of reciprocating your pursuits; he brushes back the stray hairs covering your face, and drapes a blanket over the two of you.

of course, perhaps to tease yanqing, he also takes the calligraphy brush and makes a work out of his face, doodling all over it.

when you wake up, there's a lingering scent of ink and yellowed paper that fills your senses. when you turn to the boy beside you, you almost giggle out loud.)

it's a little disheartening—and while jing yuan did acknowledge that you were slowly, slowly burrowing yourself in his heart, he doesn't act on it fast enough, and instead lets the realization sit in his mind for a while.

it gets to the point where it feels as though he were preparing to distance himself, and even yanqing had asked if he was well. your visits with the Arbiter General also decrease, as he suddenly buried himself in his work even more than before.

he doesn't get to see you all that much afterwards, despite the lingering feeling of missing you filling his heart.

....that's until jing yuan hears word of a recent mara-struck incident involving the Sky-faring Commission; with your name listed among those heavily injured.

when he visits Bailu's clinic after yanqing urges him, jing yuan takes in the sight of you, littered in injuries from head to toe. your life, about to snap. he never even told you that you won; you did manage to steal his heart and for the first time in a long time, jing yuan allows himself to love.

so if, after three weeks later when you're finally healed up and ready to go, jing yuan brings you into his arms and drags you to let him sleep in your lap, you can't really blame him now, can you?

a/n: i love yearner hsr men,,, might do a pt 2 though. thinking of mayb ratio, jiaoqiu and f/heng next time...... sighs dreamily

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.