#» 300 follower event

[brighteststar707]

I would love jumin + dark chocolate for the prompts if the slot hasn't been filled! a combo of sweet and suggestive would be fun but I'll leave the content up to you – have fun with it 🤎🍫

congrats on 300 followers too! :)

We did it! We finally reached the last of the event requests. Thank you very much for your patience Ann, this one is a treat for you!

I've tried to match the request for sweet and suggestive (mild spice warning ahead!), and I'm really happy with the result! I'm sorry it took a few months to get to you but I hope you enjoy <333

✧Dark Chocolate ~ Fantasies

The silence in the lift on the way up to Jumin’s penthouse is full of things unspoken. The night so far has been filled with so much to say, so many thoughts, indulgences, memories that just begged to be shared. So, their silence now is not uncomfortable. Both Jumin and the woman with him are processing all that has passed between them, and for that, the lift serves as the perfect reprieve. 

Then, all at once, their silence is disturbed by the soft chime of the lift reaching his floor, then the sound of their shoes across the tiles and his quiet words to the guards as they open the front door. He gestures to her to enter first and she hesitantly steps inside. He follows closely behind her and encourages her to please, sit down, make herself comfortable.

He goes to the kitchen to pour them both a glass of wine (the very thing that lured them up here in the first place), and he feels the weight of her eyes on him. Usually, people who come into his home spend time ogling every little detail – and he doesn’t blame them, there is a lot to take in. Not her, though. Her attention is focused solely on him and his every movement as he pours the wine into their glasses. It fills him with a self-consciousness that’s completely foreign to him.

He sits next to her on the sofa and hands her a glass of wine.

“Cheers. To you,” he says, raising his own glass to meet hers with a soft clink.

“Cheers. To us.”

It’s the first thing she has said since they entered the building and it has already set his heart racing again.

She takes a sip, then tilts her head to the side, thoughtful.

“You’re right, this is better than the wine we had at the restaurant.”

“I knew you’d have the palate to appreciate it.”

“You think very highly of me.”

“I do, and you haven’t given me reason to think otherwise.”

And he means it. Others might call him overly critical, but Jumin has met enough people throughout his life and career to know how to read them. He has met many of his father’s girlfriends and seen in each of them the greed and shallowness that his father has consistently failed to see. He has to see through the smiles of his business partners while they're trying to push him on a disadvantageous deal. He could not exist in the position he does and not be judgemental.  

With her, he has searched (especially early on) for anything to prove that her character wasn’t as she presented it. It was for the safety of the RFA (and certainly not to protect himself from his own feelings). But he never found anything in her that wasn’t worthy of admiration.

She has always, from the moment they met, been his exception. The person to make him laugh when he usually would not, the person he wants to tell his thoughts to when he was sure nobody would understand. This much he had told her earlier over dinner. What he did not tell her is that she was also the person to make his heart race when he was sure it could never beat that way for another person.

Despite how much he has denied his feelings, they never once subsided. They only continued to grow with every phone call, every meeting, every word she directed at him (and more painfully in the ones she didn’t – jealousy is a beast he was only recently getting to know). But he was sure nothing would ever come from it. With so many members in the RFA, so many people who seemed to understand her better than he could, so many people less strange than him, why would she feel the same way?

So, when he impulsively phoned her up one evening to invite her to dinner, imagine his surprise when she agreed. Imagine his surprise when she took his arm without hesitation and grew bashful at his compliments. When she didn’t shrink away as he tried to explain how much she means to him but responded with equal enthusiasm.

He is thankful for his own knowledge of people and their reactions because that way there was no way for him to mistake the way she was looking at him over dinner. Her eyes wide and attentive, taking him in like she couldn't afford to miss a moment. And he was not brave enough to say it at the time, but here in the penthouse, over their glasses of wine, as she looks at him with that same intensity in her eyes, he says it.

"Am I wrong in assuming that your feelings towards me are the same as mine for you?"

“To answer that, I’d need to know what your feelings towards me are, Jumin. Would you tell me?”

He inhaled, took a moment to turn the question over and put his feelings into words.  

“You’re in my head all the time. There’s always a part of me that is thinking about you and that misses you when you’re not around.”

“Oh?”

“You fill my head with fantasies. Ones where I can make you feel the same way you make me feel. Ones where I can be the source of your happiness and a person you can rely on.”

“You have quite mundane fantasies," she says affectionately.

“Well, there’s others, but –” He stops, reels himself in before the wine can speak for him. He does not want to say too much at once. If he starts to think about those other fantasies, then he isn’t sure where he’ll end up.

Then, more quietly (as if he is ashamed), he says, “I was sure you wouldn’t feel the same. That there was someone else who had your heart. But is it too forward to assume that you feel the same way I feel?”

She smiles, shy too now.

“It’s not too forward at all. I’ve had feelings for you for the longest time.”

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“I know how you feel about romantic relationships. I value your friendship very much and I didn’t want to risk it by making you uncomfortable.”

He reaches out and cups her cheek in his hand. She leans into his touch and his heart pounds furiously against his ribcage.

“It is that level of consideration and understanding that makes you the last person who could ever make me uncomfortable,” he says fondly.

She covers his hand with her own.

Jumin isn’t sure how much time passes before they move again, before they both start to lean into each other and their lips finally meet. He only knows that one minute he was looking into her eyes, and the next they were kissing.

He can taste the wine on her lips, the fine red he had been wanting to share with her since he had learned about her appreciation for such things. Funny, it tastes better from her than it does otherwise.

They pull apart only to set down their glasses and pull each other closer. Their kisses go from soft and unsure to more experimental, more needy. His hand moves from her cheek to her neck, his fingertips resting at the base of her head to hold her steady. Her own hands find purchase in the collar of his shirt as she tries to pull him closer still.

She leans back just a bit (only enough for their lips to not touch) and whispers teasingly, “you said something about other fantasies?”

He chuckles. “The mundane fantasies aren’t enough for you anymore?”

Her legs are draped over his lap. One of his hands drops to rest on her thigh, holding her firmly in place.

“I know there’s more to you than that. Will you show me?”

He kisses her again, lingering and tantalizing. He usually tries to cut his imaginations of her short, but tonight, he wants to let them run. He moves from her lips to kiss her cheek, then the soft spot where her neck meets her jaw. Her breath catches in her throat.

“Having you here with me was already more of a dream than I could have asked for.”

His breath is hot against the bare skin of her shoulders and his fingers are gentle as he fiddles with the strap of her dress.

“And yet” – she shivers – “there seems to be something else you want.”

Her fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, encouraging him to keep going. He lifts the strap of the dress and eases it off her shoulder. Her hands move to his hair, egging him on to continue.

He lowers his head so his lips are grazing against the newly-exposed skin.

“Be careful what you ask for. Asking me to show you what I want is like opening pandora’s box. You’re willing to indulge me?”

Without hesitation, she breathlessly replies, “yes.”

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[interstellarz]

Favorite Songs Event!

in celebration of me hitting 300 (now 313!) followers, i'm hosting an event!

How to enter:

Reblog this post, tag 2 or more friends, then comment joining!

Dm me with a number and I'll give you one of my favorite songs! Then, you can make the moodboard however you want with whoever, as long as it has the vibe of that song!

Make sure to tag me in your post, and use the hashtag Fave Songs : Stellarz!

Deadline is Nov. 30th!

Winners:

There is a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place for this!

1st Place:

- 50 reblogs

- A custom moodboard

- a shoutout

- a follow

2nd Place

- 25 reblogs

- a flashing gif

- a shoutout

- a follow

3rd Place

- 10 reblogs

- a shoutout

- a follow

I hope to see you all join!!

Here's who I'm tagging: @softkiseu @y-urios @jenfaery ♡♡♡

#🫐 — interstellarz #rei moodboard #ive moodboard #Fave Songs : Stellarz #kpop moodboard #300 follower event #kpop moodboard event #follower event

[the-trashiest-of-the-trash]

Oou Muriel with prompt 17?! ( make it xtra fluffy >:3 )

Muriel - Prompt #17 "I love you, okay?!"

Of course!

Pairing: Muriel x GN!Reader

Word count: 417

Warnings: none

Summary: I really don't know what's going on here

Masterlist | More Arcana posts

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Your love language was very different compared to Muriel's, there was no question about that.

Muriel was quieter, with acts of service and physical affection. He wasn't big with words, so when he said something you held it close to your heart. You knew he loved you, and that was all you needed.

You, on the other hand, were loud with your affection. Words or affirmation went all the way for you to express how you felt. You weren't shy to proclaim your love for him no matter where you were, or who you were with.

Despite being incredibly shy, Muriel loved the way you were so open with your feelings for him. He might have thought at some point that maybe his way of expressing himself wouldn't be enough for you, but you assured him time and time again that you loved him just the way he was.

You were walking through the market, your arm hooked through his, going through a list of what you needed. "Oh, and we need bread too." You added, "We always need bread."

He chuckled softly. "Of course we do," He still hated crowds, and you tried your best to get out of the city quickly enough. But of course, everyone tended to pop out right when you were about to leave.

Julian popped out of nowhere, clasping Muriel on the back, talking about random nonsense. Asra was at the bakery and spoke with the two of you for a bit. Portia and Nadia were even taking a stroll.

They stopped the two of you right when you split your bread with Muriel. Nadia started talking to you about your job as the court magician, and Portia handed Muriel a basket of sweets with a wink.

He took a peak inside, and they were small pastries in different animal shapes.

"Muriel," you said, "Nadia needs my help with something. Did you want to go home or come with us to the castle?"

You seemed to already know his answer to the question, but you offered anyway. "I'll go home." He said, "I'll meet you there."

You nodded, and separated from him, and he made his way through the crowd. You turned around suddenly. "I love you, okay?!" You yelled, and he turned around to face you. His face was beat red, he was sure.

You laughed, and waved, before heading off with the Countess. Muriel went back on his way, rubbing his face and trying to calm his racing heart.

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #the arcana muriel #muriel x reader #muriel x mc #the arcana x mc #the arcana headcanons #the arcana imagines #300 follower event

[positively-mine]

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[piers-official]

So like how did you guys first become a thing? And what do you do around Spikemuth these days now that Piers has stepped down? //For tomorrow

Tank: Well, we started Team Yell, to support Ms. Marnie on her gym challenge.

Rosie: Then we realized with all the gym challengers 'round, Marnie might need some help!

Missy: So we decided to try an' scare off the weaker challengers, by yellin' an' showin' our support for Spikemuth's Punk princess!

Tank: Aye but, I guess it ended up gettin' outta hand with a few of the other gym trainers... but by then it was jus' a tad too late.

Rosie: We've a'ready been reprimanded an' all that, even did some community service t'make up for our actions (eugh...)

Tank: Also got an earful from Ms. Marnie. She wasn't too happy about it, especially when a few of our guys closed up Spikemuth an' wot not, that wasn' wot we planned.

Missy: But all that is in the past now! Now we're gonna show support for Marnie when she becomes a gym leader! We even came up with a cool new gym challenge ta make things more interestin'!

Rosie: -An' tha's what we're doin' now! Mx. Piers an' Ms. Marnie were both nice enough ta let us stay gym trainers! They even let us keep the Team Yell name!

#answered asks #Team yell answers #TY Tank #TY Rosie #TY Missy #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #colored text #300 follower event #//let me know if you need their names at the beginning of their speech! /gen

[amive2567]

I just finished reading your other match ups and oh my gosh i love your style so much! my names Rachael (she/her) straight, and I'd like MHA please:) i love collecting books and being alone when it doesn't feel lonely. I'm an introvert, love cozy foods and being warm like sunbathing or warm blankets. I work out way too much and tend to over work and over think and I'm always in my head. I'm about 5'8 and have long brown hair and light brown almost orange eyes. I'm so excited I've never done this

A/n: Actually the match ups were already closed, but because of your nice message i couldn't bring myself not to do your match up. Have a nice day/evening/night <3

P.s: I haven't re-read it so maybe they are some errors.

Why?:

You both help each other when one is overthinking

He will cook you your comfort food every time you need it

Even if he's an extrovert himself, he understands why you need to be alone from time to time but never lets you feel lonely

Your small story:

The sweat was dripping down your forehead, and your muscles began to ache long ago, but you couldn't get yourself to stop. "Oi, brat, stop overworking yourself," called Katsuki from the kitchen. You couldn't hear him because of your loud music. "Brat?" he shouted once again. Still no answer. He stood up and walked towards the living room. There you were, still continuing your workout. Without warning, he took off your headphones. You turned around, startled by his action. "What are you doing? I was completely focused." you pouted and made grabby hands, to get your headphones back. "You are enough focused. Working out for an hour and a half won't help you. It's enough." Your eyes widened. "Is it that late already?" you questioned, more yourself than him. "Yes, go take a quick shower, your food will get cold."

You cleaned up your sports mat and stowed away your handles. As fast as you could you cleaned up your sweating and hurting body. After quickly drying your hair and throwing on some new pair of clothes you walked down the hallway into the dining room. "Alright, I am ready. Sorry for forgetting the time," you said as you entered the room. "Don't be," he mumbled and you took the seat in front of him. "Is something on your mind lately? You've been so obsessed with working out, that you always forget about important stuff." He picked up his chopsticks and mumbled a quick "Itadakimasu" YOu grew silent now, all the energy was drained from you as you thought about all the stress from work you've been hiding from. The feeling of not being enough crosses your mind multiple times. "It's just a bit stressful at work," you confessed, more hesitantly than usual. Katsuki quirked up an eyebrow and looked at you in disbelief. He slurped his noodles, and as he was finished he simply shook his head. "Tell me the truth. You are overthinking again, aren't you?"

After a while of thinking if you should tell him you nodded your head. "I won't push you to say anything that is on your mind, but remember the voices inside your head aren't the most reliable source. You will be okay, and these problems will disappear. Remember it will be alright." His demeanor turned softer as he said those words. They melted your heart. "Thank you, I needed to hear that." you sniffed and also began to slurp your noodles. You knew you could always count on him, even if it sometimes didn't seem like it.

Your special surprise:

A short playlist: Your relationship with Katsuki Bakugou

#300 follower event #300 followers #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Hi! Request for 300 followers event. Genshin AU.🌸

It so happened that y/n birthday falls on a school day and she can't celebrate it with her family, which makes her very upset. But her friends decide to make a surprise and organize a cozy holiday together. As it turned out, the guy has romantic feelings for y/n and gently shows it. Even her roommate noticed it, but her doesn't notice it. And at the end of the celebration, he still directly confesses his feelings.

As one friends and roommate I see Xinyan and guy is maybe Thoma or Tartaglia. As an additional factor due to which y/n cannot celebrate her birthday with her family, it may be that she is a foreigner.

I'm bad with English and gender-neutral pronouns, so forgive me. Although I wrote about y / n in the fem, it would be nice if she was gn.

Love you😘

First ask for the event!

Wc: 2.3k

The snow is thicker up the mountain than back home, usually you would have complained to Dan that it was unfair that the students up there could get to see such beautiful sights as a freshly fallen snow on grass or the small icicles that formed on the roofs. Now, being one living in the so wished place you can't help but kick your younger self, it's beautiful indeed but you got seven comforters and it's still freezing cold 

" YN!" A familiar voice whines over you as her hands try to rip you off your blanket cocoon " it's a Sunday night! And tomorrow our earliest class is at 9! Let's go to the practice room! Or even watch a movie or something!!" Even if she should keep her voice down and try not to be seen as to not get kicked out of your dorm intro her own xinyan still isn't shy about your 'illegal' sleepover 'everyone did it once! Xingqiu sleep four nights a week at chongyun's room. it's okay' she always insists

Looking to the side you see the clock, 12:07 am " today's class you would want to say" 

" Same difference! We got nine hours, we can stand to watch a movie for an hour or so!" Quickly ripping a blanket out of your cocoon she whines at the many layers she would have to take off before you are out

" Give me this birthday gift, mkay? It's really cold and I really want to sleep. Pleeeeaase?" 

Her body stiffens over you " aaah? It's your birthday?? OMG! Why didn't you tell me? I wanted to plan something for you!" She hugs you and kisses your head " happy birthday bestie!" 

Hugging her back you answer " I'm just a bit homesick from having to spend my first birthday without my family and so" you try to detangle your hair with one hand 

" Bestie, at least you should have told me, we could have gone out to shop for clothes or eat at xiangling's restaurant " 

" Oh well, for next year then." 

" Huff. Whatever "

The next morning the clock strikes at 8:30 and  the mattress on the floor is empty and cold. Did xinyan really get so angry at you that she left early? The thought makes your chest ache

Putting on your uniform you walk to school to eat breakfast at the canteen. Maybe you could eat something sweet like the dango milk and Sakura mochi you saw last week at the Inazuma stand. Or maybe something savory like a kebab or a fisherman's toast? Choices choices choices.

By the time you arrive you have to make do with what was left, you did get to grab a bottle of dango milk but there were no mochi or taiyaki so you grab a rice ball. Hopefully the class won't last that long 

Two hours hearing a teacher bicker about theater and make up for each character could have been interesting had curiosity not been in your head. Why did xinyan leave so early? You don't think the internships at the school band were until next month. Oh well, you can survive a class without your friend.

As soon as the clock ticked everyone stormed off the room. That means it should be around 11. Thankfully next class' teacher is absent so that leaves you free until 1pm. Maybe you could go to a cat Cafe for brunch? If you showed your student ID maybe you could get a birthday discount or something. But touching around your neck you don't feel the familiar fabric around it. You must have forgotten to put it on when you woke up, it should be in your nightstand 

If you run, maybe you could get there by 12 and order a lemon key pie or a tres leches cake and some coffee or tea.

Running down the  main stairs to your dorm you see a head peek out of a tree. Is that xiangling's  hair? Before you approach someone grabs your hand. It's  Thoma.

" YN!" His smile is bright and contagious enough that you match his energy in seconds " where are you going? Shouldn't you be in class?" 

" Oh? My teacher is absent for next class so I have two hours free" you answer 

" Really?" He exclaims before  lamenting " it never happened to me before, at best we could get out early but we never lost a class in the middle of the day"

Softly you laugh " is there anything you wanted?" 

" Oh, yeah!" He exclaims "as you don't have anything to do, will you  come with me? I have to go run some errands and I would prefer to have someone to chat with!' His smile is wide and bright as the sun, it also serves the purpose of warming your heart a little. 

" I was going to the cat Cafe but I can tag along with you" you follow him walking the commercial zone " what do you need to do?" 

He vaguely answers " oh I just got to pick up a few things. Ayaka wanted some sweets and ayato's order arrived so I'm picking everything up "

" Okay, let 's go!" 

The variety store is the closest one to the school, they sell everything from pens and paper to jewels and fabric. Looking around the shop while Thoma speaks with the employee you see so many kind of things, from violet gems that gave a tiny electric shock to a stand with different types of pearls right next to a feathery fabric. 

Running your fingers up and down the material you feel the tiny feathers follow your movement. So soft and comfy 

" Know i charged extra given the express delivery fee" the voice of the male employee sounds fed up, dragging every word 

" Oh, yeah, don't worry, special occasion" looking to the side he asks " can i add something else?"

" Yes"

" Can I buy 3 meters of that fabric over there?" He points towards you playing with it 

" Okay. Just let me cut it"

" Oh! I will come back for the fabric just ring it in and I'll come back later" sighting the cashier nods

" Okay, that will be 1500 mora plus the fabric " he mumbles some numbers

" Here, thanks " he leaves a bag with coins and grabs the bag " yn we are leaving" 

The cafes and restaurants are closer to the exit, seemingly it's because students coming in will be starving and students leaving already ate at the school. You see xiangling's dad frying some rice and meat, you would greet him but you wouldn't want to break his focus.

The cafe that Thoma leads you to is an Inazuma specialty shop. Seemingly there has been an influx of Inazuman students after their borders opened a few years ago.

" Is Ayaka really keen on sweets?" It sounds obvious to Thoma but he knows you have yet to know her

" Of course" he accentuates those words " she has a liking for raindrop cake specially, but it's hard to get so she is happy with having mochi" 

" Do you like sweets? I see you grabbing dango when I go to the cafeteria"

" Oh I'm not that much of a fan" he turns left on one of the corners  " i like savory better. Do you like sweets?" 

" I LOVE sweet things" he looks towards you, seemingly surprised from the emotion in your voice"  the lemon cake that the cat's tail serves is identical to my aunt's. So nostalgic" you fake cleaning a tear 

Thoma laughs " my, oh my. Didn't know you liked sweets that much " he enters a building and you follow along

The conversation with the girl was short but you couldn't understand a word. The Inazuman language is really different to the one spoken in your town. Quickly the girl goes behind to the kitchen and leaves you alone for a few minutes

" I have never heard Inazuman language before. It really is different from mondstrat's" you tell him

" It really is" he smiles lightly " it took me weeks to understand the locals. More so answer! It was so embarrassing. Once I asked for a box of tomatoes but got slapped because I asked the girl if she was pregnant!"  He laughs. You truly hope it was a joke. 

"No way!" 

" I SWEAR! I was so embarrassed I couldn't go to her shop for a month. I'm so happy there is at least one shop that reminds me of home" 

" Inazuman sounds so nice, tell me something in it " 

Thoma thinks for a second before smiling  "月が綺麗ですね" 

You look at him in awe, admiring how each sounds " that sounds so beautiful! What does it mean?" 

Has it gotten colder? You don't feel so but Thoma's cheeks have gotten redder. " it means 'The moon is beautiful, isn't it?' it is from a book written a long time ago" 

The shopkeeper returns, but now, rather than her stern face from before she is wearing a small smile and handing Thoma a sealed box

Leaving the store you grab Thoma's unoccupied hand " your cheeks seem red so you must be cold!" Thoma's cheeks get warmer than before. It must be freezing.

Walking back to the academy the thought of checking the hour crossed your mind, looking at the clock next to the window of a shop you see it marks 12:40. 20 minutes until the next class. Shit! Turning to Thoma you excuse yourself

" I'm so so sorry! I really have to leave" kissing his cheek goodbye you start running to your next class. 

The classes of art history, regional literature and dramatic reading go by and end at 7:30 pm the sun is almost completely down radiating a golden hue in its leave. Wrapping a scarf around your neck you plan to grab dinner at the cafeteria and maybe watch today's opera or play in the school theater.  Maybe it's Yun Jin play, you heard they are very good.

Leaving the classroom you feel someone hug you " bestie!" It is xinyan " follow me! I got something for you"

" If it's about me missing my birthday, don't worry about it. Truly, I'm not upset" 

" Don't be like that. Follow me" she runs to the exit and to the forest dividing the anemo and Geo dorms " quick, slowpoke!" 

Jumping over a cut tree you catch up to her " ha! Caught you" you hug her around the waist so she can't escape. Either way she wouldn't be able, given the way she is laughing non stop.

" Happy birthday bestie" xinyan pats your head affectionately 

"Surprise!" Chongyun, Xingqiu, xiangling and Thoma pop out of the trees yelling 

" Now, tell me you didn't expect it. At least humor me" she begs

" Well, actually, i didn't"

" This could all be done because of Thoma'' she signals to him who only lets a soft 'hi' 

"he took you around while we set this all up. He even managed to get some info" she pushes your shoulders towards him " and all that last second. Isn't he so reliable?" Her words are suspiciously honeyed

" Yes, i guess" you brush her off 

" Now, c'mon the food is going to get cold, they can kiss later " xiangling yaps while everyone was talking " i didn't cook seven different dishes for you all to 

" Xiangling don't say things like that!" Xinyan berates her slapping her shoulder softly 

" It 's true. I didn't even add garlic as you as-" xinyan covered her mouth before she finished talking. Luckily you were too busy talking with the boys 

" My auntie went to the city to buy you this" says chongyun while giving you small box

" Mine should come in a week or so. I asked for one those foreign novels, supposedly they are funny" xingqui exclaims " if only you had told us before" 

" Who hung those lights?" You look around the top of the trees and see a wire with little lights around 

" Oh, supposedly the hydro residence is going to use it for the new year party so i volunteer to untangle them if I can lend them for today" xingqui " they are supposedly new technology in fontaine" 

" Do you want shrimp?" Chongyun offers one of the golden shrimps 

" Xiangling!" Xingqiu cries out holding a dumplin " there are carrots in here!" 

" I'M SORRY!!"

Watching them bicker about nonsense made you happy. Those were your friends. 

" I got you a gift too" Thoma says in a whisper

" Oh, you didn't have to" you look at him, his face as red as when you kissed him goodbye

He takes a deep breath " no, i insist. Please come with me" 

You two walk further inside the forest, until you couldn't hear your friends anymore

" So?" You sit in a tree stump " what gift deserves so much secrecy?" It's humorous really, how embarrassed he seems over one silly gift. He is so cute. 

That is your line of thought until he kisses you. A kiss a bit too stiff, nervous and short for your liking. When you look at him you see him playing with tye hem of his uniform

" The gift of my… heart"  that last part was a bit hard to spit, seemingly trying to get stuck to his throat " or my love. However it sounds Best" it seems that your friends helped him. Those are sentences only xingqiu could think of " so if you want my gift please tell me tomorrow or Friday, that way I can make you a coat that you will be able to wear this winter if you don't want the first thing" the sentences were long but quickly said. Thoma almost ran out of air

There is a second of silence where you two looked at each other and you give yourself a moment to admire him, his blond hair slightly messy, his jaw clenching, his chest rising up and down, his eyes blown wide with adrenaline. 

" Uh, so, enjoy your party, i bought the cake you said you liked" he left running towards his dorm 

Did he just kiss you, confess his love and now he is running away?? The audacity. 

Some sounds come from bushes a few meters away.

" Did he chicken out?" 

" We missed the kiss??" 

" Yesss, finally"

" Are we going to be uncles?"

" yunyun, shut up"

That is why xiangling didn't use garlic in her stew then.

#genshin impact #gi #300 follower event #college days #thoma x reader #genshin thoma #genshin x reader #genshin x you #gn reader

[pronounsrus]

PronounsRUs 300 follower event

hi! thank you so much for 300 followers!!

so, yes character pronoun headcanons reqs are available this event, but! this event will be different.

instead of us making the lists, you guys get to come up with em! we have a prompt list, its similar to a xenogender coining event but pronoun themed!

if you make icons, mood/stim boards, flags and/or names/pronouns lists you can use this this prompt list! the tag(s) for this event is #PRUEvent , #prusevent, (pronounsrus event)

no pressure to join in and do this in order, participate how you'd like ^^

they/them (alt variations, neutral theme etc)

transparent

wilting plants

sounds from animals

an ice cream flavour

end of summer

weather or sky

monsters

light academia

metals

a famous painting

a famous/historical person

a scary/haunted place

something from your dreams

a cake flavour

something glowing

stickers

glass

textures

a treasured object

free space

something nd related

a drink

a game

an interest

yes you can use this as prompts for requests from us, we'll be participating in this as well ^^

if you have questions feel free to ask!

#pruevent #prusevent #PRUEvent #pronounsrus #blog event #300 followers #follower event #300 follower event #300 follower celebration #pronoun blog #requests open #requests are open

[basichextechml]

300 Follower Celebration Cancelled

I’m really sorry to do this guys, but something horrible just happened irl. I don’t even know how I’m going to begin to process this, so I don’t think I’ll have much time to spend working on fics or requests right now.

I may still get to the requests I do have in the future, but there are no gaurantees. I’m really sorry everyone.

#300 Follower Event

[blackhairedjjun]

the yearning club - c.bg

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn reader | genre / tropes: fluff, only a little bit of angst, misunderstanding trope, implied university au (if you squint), best friends to lovers, kissing in the rain | word count: 921 | warnings: none, this is just unbelievably cheesy lmao

part of my 300 followers event (event masterlist)

prompt - RAIN: sender reveals their love for the receiver while they’re both standing outside in the pouring rain. (requested by @boba-beom: “a misunderstanding(?) trope where you and gyu were becoming distant because you thought he was seeing someone but it was just a friend and he confesses to you outside your house in the rain”)

author's notes: hi smiles! this request is so classic romance aaaa sdklfjksldf i got a little carried away w this! but this was very fun to write, i hope you like it <3

the rain pours unceasingly outside your bedroom window, the sound like white noise. it nearly drowns out the playlist you’re listening to through cheap earbuds, the music itself already muffled from the duvet you wrapped around yourself in bed. still, the noise doesn’t drown out the thoughts you’re trying to distract yourself from. 

it’s useless to worry, your rational side says. beomgyu and yui would have canceled their plans anyway because of the rain. 

but what if they decided to move their date indoors? your heart objects. or they could be dancing in the rain together...

you curl up into yourself and screw your eyes shut, listening to the playlist beomgyu made for you. though you try not to imagine your best friend 一 the same best friend you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember 一 dancing in the rain with the friend who said she would ask him out, the mental image is hard to erase. it feels more real than anything you’ve imagined. even as you shut your eyes more tightly, you can practically hear beomgyu’s voice.

the voice is a little too real...

“y/n!”

you jolt up from your bed when you realize that you can, in fact, hear beomgyu screaming your name through the downpour. you rush out of your room, forgetting to grab an umbrella, and throw your door open to find him indeed out in the street, so drenched that his hair and clothes cling to his form.

“beomgyu?!”

“y/n! you heard me!” despite being soaked and shivering in the rain, beomgyu looks radiant. his smile spreads across his whole face, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

“are you crazy?! it’s raining! you’re drenched, gyu!”

“i’m sorry, y/n! i couldn’t wait any longer! i 一 i have to tell you something!”

“you couldn’t just call me?!”

“no, this is important!”

you run out into the street yourself, not caring about the rain soaking every inch of your skin and clothes, and grab beomgyu by the shoulders. “whatever it is, you can do it insi一”

“i love you!”

he’s still smiling like a lovestruck fool. the rainfall does nothing to hide the shine in his eyes, nor the blush that starts to spread across his face. somehow he’s shimmering in the rain, and despite the wet locks of hair clinging to his forehead he looks beautiful. 

“i love you,” he says again. his voice is quieter but somehow louder that the torrent pouring down on the both of you.

you blink and your eyes go wide. you’re so stunned that his confession doesn’t even register in your mind properly. you hear i love you, i love you, i love you echoing in your head, but it takes a few moments for its meaning to sink in.

“b-but... yui... your date...”

“date?” beomgyu tilts his head at you.

“i heard her say she would finally ask out the guy she’s in love with. i thought that guy... was you...”

he tilts his head back in a long laugh, not mocking but relieved. your heart stops for a moment at the sound. the rain soaks his hair and face even more.

“no, she asked out that guy in her sociology class. y’know, the one she’s actually in love with.”

“so she doesn’t...”

“of course not, y/n.” beomgyu steps closer to your and pushes away a wet lock of hair clinging to your face. your heart stops again, and you find yourself gazing into his eyes. “yui and i, we called ourselves the yearning club. we made a bet that we would confess to the ones we loved at the end of this week, so today’s the last day.” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “and the one i loved... is you.”

you let out a giggle that turns into laughter, then just as quickly turns into sobs of relief. your tears mix with the raindrops, nearly blurring out your vision. “gyu... i really thought...”

“sorry i was too shy to tell you.” his smile is smaller now, reminding you of the shy smile he had when you first met. “i didn’t know if you一”

“i love you too.”

you wipe your tears away with the back of your hand, useless as the gesture is, and meet beomgyu’s eyes again. at that moment it becomes clear to you: the shine in his eyes is his affection.

your best friend’s eyes go wide and he takes another step towards you. his forehead rests on yours. “you love me...?”

“i love you.”

“y/n...”

you can do nothing more but nod and lean towards him.

your lips part and he takes the invitation to kiss you. his lips are soft, and you taste both his lip balm and something saltier 一 is it the rain, or did he cry too? 一 and you feel firm hands bringing you closer still. despite the rain soaking both of you, you feel warm, both from his body enveloping yours and the new feeling blooming in your chest.

he pulls apart from you just to gaze at you, and you feel your face grow warm at the way he admires your every feature. then he pulls you back into his embrace and the two of you sway in the rain, with you smiling into the crook of his neck. each raindrop now seems like a blessing from the heavens themselves.

you’ve never loved the rain more than you did at that moment.

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[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Sundae Tropes - Masterlist 🍨

You guys amazed me! Like look at this beautiful masterlist! You guys did that! Thank you for sending in all your delicious requests and making this event such a success.

All the requests were run through a random number generator and will be written in the order below.

I will be tagging the person that requested the sundae on the one-shot when it is posted, unless you have requested it privately, in which case I'll DM you.

Please remember to like and reblog the works being written here. Engagement and interaction is what keeps the writers community going!

Original Sundae Menu

Now onto the lineup:

Cookies And Cream With Sprinkles And Brownie Bits With Kensei And Shuhei = Marriage Pact + Threesome + 69 - posted!

Coffee Waffle Cone #3 With Megumi = Friends To Lovers + “Don’t You Dare Walk Away Right Now!”

Birthday Cake With Strawberries And Chocolate Chips With Toji = Amnesia/Mistaken Identity + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position

Peanut Butter With M&Ms And Chocolate-Covered Pretzels With Ichigo = Secret Billionaire+Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking+Missionary

Coffee With Whipped Cream And Banana With Kenpachi = Friends To Lovers + Creampie/Breeding Kink + Missionary + Doggystyle

Cherry Flavor With Strawberry Toppings And Banana With Suguru Geto = Hometown/Reunion Love + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Doggystyle

Cookies & Cream Ice Cream, With Maraschino Cherries And Chocolate-Covered Pretzels Izuru Kira = Marriage Pact + Praise Kink, Lingerie, Blowjob +Missionary

Strawberry With Whipped Cream And Banana With Aizen = Enemies To Lovers+Creampie, Breeding Kink+Doggystyle

Vanilla Whipped Cream And Banana With Kensei = High School Sweethearts +  Creampie, Breeding Kink + Doggystyle

Strawberry With Whipped Cream And Chocolate Covered Pretzels For Aizen = Enemies To Lovers + Creampie, Breeding Kink+ Missionary

Birthday Cake With Strawberries And Chocolate With Gojo = Amnesia/Mistaken Identity + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position

Vanilla + Strawberries And Chocolate Covered Pretzel With Dear Kento-Kun = High School Sweethearts + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Missionary

Can I Get A Mint Chocolate Chip Waffle Cone #5 With Ukitake = Soulmates + "I Trust You With All Of My Heart."

Cherry With M&Ms And Chocolate Chips With Nanami = Return To Hometown/Reunion Love + Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking + Lotus Position

Butterscotch With M&M's For Kenpachi = Forced Proximity + Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking

Fudge With Whipped Cream And Caramel With Nanami = Captor/Captive + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Thirst Position

Butter Pecan With Whipped Cream And Nutella! (Gojo + Geto) = Love Triangle + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Butterfly Position

Hurt/Comfort-Themed Cherry Waffle Cone Number Two With Hirako Shinji = Return To Hometown/Reunion Love + “Don’t You Dare Walk Away Right Now!”

Fudge Kitkat Banana Ice Cream With Gin = Captor/Captive + Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling + Doggystyle

Peanut Butter Waffle Cone #7 For Kiyotaka Ijicjhi = Secret Billionaire + “Do You Want My Jacket?”

Mint Chocolate Chip With Strawberry And Chocolate Chips With Higuruma = Soul Mates + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position

Cherry Waffle Cone #12 With Mr. Nanami Kento = Return To Hometown/Reunion Love+“Of Course I Know The Way You Like Your Coffee.”

Peanut Butter With Whipped Cream And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Nanami = Secret Billionaire + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Missionary

Butter Pecan With Maraschino Cherries And Brownie Bits With Kusakabe And Utahime = Love Triangle + Praise Kink, Lingerie, Blowjob + 69

Strawberry Kitkat With Grimmjow = Enemies To Lovers + Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling

Coffee Flavor On Waffle Cone #16 With Higuruma = Friends To Lovers + "I Never Believed In Love At First Sight Before I Met You

Coffee With Crushed Oreos And Gummy Bears With Gojo = Friends To Lovers+Clit Spanking, Nipple Play, Bondage+Facesitting

Cookie Dough + Marshmallows And Reese's Pieces + Kusakabe = Strangers In A Foreign City + Teasing, Edging, Toys + Cowgirl

Rocky Road With Strawberries And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Toshiro = Teacher/Student + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Missionary

Cotton Candy / Whipped Cream / Nutella With A Side Of Nanami = Secret Admirer+Creampie, Breeding Kink+Butterfly Position

Cotton Candy+ Strawberries With Nanami = Secret Admirer+ Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond

Mint Chocolate Chip Waffle Cone #5 With Higuruma = Soul Mates + "I Trust You With All Of My Heart."

Rocky Road, M&M's, And Chocolate Chips With Byakuya = Teacher/Student+Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking+Lotus Position

Chocolate Flavor With Maraschino Cherries With Sum Chocolate Chips On The Side For Higuruma = Boss/Secretary + Praise Kink, Lingerie, Blowjob + Lotus Position

Cookies And Cream With Crushed Oreos And Bananas With Nanami = Marriage Pact + Clit Spanking, Nipple Play, Bondage + Doggystyle

Shuhei Hisagi X Reader Cookies And Cream - Marriage Pact Strawberries - Passionate/Romantic Sex / Emotional Bond  Chocolate-Covered Pretzels - Missionary

Coffee, With Whipped Cream, And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Gin Ichimaru = Friends To Lovers + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Missionary

Chocolate, Kitkat And Banana With Geto = Boss/Secretary + Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling + Doggystyle

Mint Chocolate Chip And M&Ms With Aizen = Soulmates + Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking

Vanilla With Whipped Cream And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Nanami Kento = High School Sweethearts + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Missionary

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[brighteststar707]

I don't usually message ppl off of anon but I thought it'd be fun to participate. 👉👈👀💦 Can I take ruby chocolate with Saeyoung and a fem MC and basically have some warm domestic fluff where they're trying to get used to being together? could be suggestive or not, up to you.

Amy! I'm so happy you decided to come off anon and join! Thank you for the request!

Listen... I don't know what happened here. I had an idea in my head, and suddenly it was 2k+ words. Just be warned. I tried to make it as fluffy and domestic as possible, so I hope I captured the vibes!

Slots are still open for the milestone event!

✧ Ruby Chocolate ~ Showing physical affection

Saeyoung lies in bed, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars he pasted up on the ceiling a lifetime ago. Beside him, his partner lies sleeping. She fell asleep an hour (maybe more) ago, and he has been listening to her slow, steady breaths for a while now.  

He has always had trouble sleeping. His anxiety, left over from years of having to be alert at all hours of the day, keeps him up at night. Even the reassurance that the two people he loves most are safe isn’t always enough to calm him down. Sometimes, his thoughts just keep running. It leaves him restless and antsy, desperate to get up and do something about it.

He sighs and shifts over to lie on his side. If he tried, he could just about make out his girlfriend’s form in the dark. They’re close, but not touching, but even if they were, she’d still be worlds away. It’s a strange thing to think, but he misses her. Nights like this leave him feeling like the only person in the world.

Tonight, he can’t help but watch her, the steady rising and falling of her chest. She only moved in a month ago, so having her here next to him is still a novelty. So many things are still new to them.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Saeyoung spent the first two weeks of his relationship believing that he might never get to see the future he had been dreaming up. He was wired to believe that every day might be his last, and if this mission to save Saeran was the most important one of his life, then why wouldn’t it be the one to kill him? The life he was hoping for was one he didn’t deserve, after all (though he never said this part out loud).

It’s a strange way to live, when you’re unsure if you’ll still be alive in a week. Stranger still when you’re experiencing real love for the first time. All the hesitation and awkwardness that usually come with new love were pushed aside, because he was certain his days were numbered. Why would he wait to confess to her how deeply he cares for her? Why would they not kiss when they want to? It was now or never.

The physical boundaries between them quickly eroded after they left the apartment together. There was rarely a moment in the next week where they weren’t touching . He rested his hand on her thigh as he drove for hours on end, she would curl up next to him while he was working, they’d pull each other closer as they drifted off to sleep.

It surprised him how quickly he got used to this familiarity. He had spent so much time by himself, isolated from the world, that he had never imagined being able to keep someone so close to him. They felt like extensions of each other, not made to be separated now that they had finally found one another.

It wasn’t just physical closeness, either. They bared their souls to one other and shared their secrets and fears with one another. He was open about his feelings for her, and she seemed to understand him almost better than he understood himself.

She always seemed to be able to read him so easily. It was a surprisingly comfortable feeling, to be known by her.

When he woke up in the hospital after the events that happened at Mint Eye and found her sitting by his bedside, it felt like a divine gift. He had survived this mission and been given the chance to deliver on all the promises he made. He’d actually be allowed to get more than just a few days with the person he loved. If he was lucky, he’d get a lifetime.

If the first days had felt like a whirlwind, the following months were agonizingly slow. He remembers a lot of hospital waiting rooms, frustrating conversations with doctors that never seemed to go anywhere, and painful silences in the bunker as he waited for Saeran to say something, anything.

He knew that his plan to break Saeran out of the hospital would mean a prolonged separation from his girlfriend, but he didn’t realize just how painful the distance would be. He found himself back in his office on most days, reminiscing the days where all he could do was wait for a text from her (and here he was again, still waiting on her texts).

They both knew it was worth it. Saeran’s recovery was their top priority, the first step to building up their family. It didn’t make it any easier, though. For a while, all they could manage was talking over the phone. They’d remind each other that this was the road to a future that they both wanted.  They just had to get through this part.

When he let himself fantasize about a time when they could be together again, he thought back to those early days. Hunger for closeness and the comfort that only physical touch could bring. His arm over her shoulders, her hands in his hair, the softness of her skin. He craved her.

Imagine his surprise when they finally reunited and he found himself tongue tied. He wanted to reach for her, to hug her tight and never let go, but he could barely reach out to hold her hand. The time they spent apart seemed to have manifested in a physical distance between the two of them that neither of them knew exactly how to breach. The familiarity they had built up in their days on the road was something they seemed to have lost.

When they tried to talk to each other, their sentences came out stilted. He could hear the things they were trying to say between the lines, the things they actually meant under all the pleasantries and vague comments, but it was caught in their throats. Their conversations consisted of more words unsaid than anything meaningful.

It was ridiculous to him. They were in love, had already promised each other the world, already gone through all the steps that other couples had gone through, only to land back at square one.

How had he once been able to be so emotionally vulnerable with her? Now he can barely find the words to tell her that her absence has felt like a missing limb. That he still wakes up from nightmares scared that she's hurt.

He started to worry that they were moving backwards instead of forwards. All this time apart wasn’t doing them any good. He decided that, as soon as he got Saeran’s blessing, he would ask her to move in with them. Sharing the same space again, going through the process of healing from the things they had been through together instead of apart would bridge that distance that had built up during their separation, or so he hoped.

The bunker had been empty for so long, that two extra inhabitants made it feel bustling (even when Saeran didn’t leave his room very often). He was still surprised by the sight of her just relaxing in the living room or working on something at her own desk. She was here with him, in this house that has so often felt like an isolation cell. With both her and Saeran living here with him, it had slowly turned into a home without him even realizing it.

Slowly, they started to find their way back to each other. One day, while sitting on the sofa with a book, she found him hovering at the doorway to the living room, unsure whether to enter and interrupt her or just let her enjoy her time. She smiled at him affectionately and beckoned him over to her. He joined her on the sofa (not close enough for them to touch, he thought with frustration), and smiled sheepishly.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” he said, eyes going to the book sitting forgotten on her lap.

“So you decided that hanging out at the door like a creeper was the best option?” She asks teasingly.

He doesn’t have an answer for her. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, as it has been doing so often since they reunited. He could have sworn he wasn’t this easily embarrassed around her before (and she’d disagree with him). He laughs bashfully and his hand shoots to the back of his neck. “I… guess?”

She shakes her head in mock disapproval, “I thought you were more discreet than that, agent.”

“So what are you reading?” If he changes the subject, maybe she’ll stop teasing him and he’ll be able to think clearly again.

“It’s an old favourite. Want to hear about it?”

“Of course.”

“Then – “ she clumsily gestures to the empty space next to her. “Come here. You’re too far away.”

He laughs properly this time. There couldn’t’ be a more apt description of their current situation. At her invitation, he shuffles over so he’s resting against her. She runs her fingers through his hair, probably trying to smooth out the stubborn bits that never seem to want to lay flat. It’s a familiar gesture, one that immediately puts him at ease.

Before he can stop it, he says, “I missed you.”

She presses a quick kiss to his hairline. “Me too.”

It got easier from then on. They’d seek each other out in each other’s spaces, and soon they were automatically making room for each other. The conversation flowed more easily, and they started to reach for each other like it was second nature.

He’d find her in the kitchen, and wrap his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. He’d laugh when she shivered at the feeling of his breath against her ear and ask her for a taste of whatever she was making.

She’d join him in his office, first pulling up a spare chair (one that had once been Vanderwoods), then slipping onto his lap at his invitation.

Like blood returning to a limb gone to sleep, they fell back into sync with each other. It felt natural, right.

If he asked her to describe what it was like to live with him after a month, she’d say he was like a clingy cat, which is a metaphor she thinks he’d appreciate if she ever told it to him.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Eventually, he gives in and gets out of bed. He swears to himself he’ll just tinker for a few hours to settle his mind, maybe play a round of LOLOL with Yoosung if he’s still up, then go back to bed. She won’t even notice. He’ll be back in bed before morning, in time to be with her again by the time she wakes up.

In his office, he pulls out plans he had started working on for upgrades to his front gate. He has a lot more to protect in the bunker now than he ever had, and he has been overflowing with ideas on how to keep the place safe.

He isn’t even aware of how much time passes as he works, alternating between plans and little bits he already has started. In fact, he’s so focused on his work that at first, he doesn’t hear the door to his office opening.

What he does hear is the shuffling of bare feet as she enters the room, dressed in just an old t-shirt of his and a blanket pulled over her shoulders.

“Sunshine! What are you doing awake?”

“You were gone,” she replies. Her eyes are squinting against the light of his screens and her voice sounds groggy. He is hit with an ache in his chest. He woke her up after all.  

“I’m sorry,” he says, “come here.”

He holds out his arms to her and she pads across the room to join him. She settles on his lap, straddling him so they sit face to face. His hands automatically go to her waist to hold her steady. She wraps the ends of her blanket over his shoulders so they can share warmth.

“Why are you up?” She asks.

“I couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d work until my mind shut off; you know?” He phrases it like a joke, but she knows there is truth under it. She knows it better than anyone. On nights where he does manage to quickly fall asleep, she tells him that he mutters incoherent sentences under his breath and can't lie still.

“Hmm,” she stifles a yawn, “what are you working on?”

“Security stuff, mostly,” he wants to explain it further, but with her so close, he finds his mind wandering from his work. He thinks instead about the warmth of her body so close to his, the way her fingers are absentmindedly tracing little shapes across his upper back over where she’s holding the blanket. How a few weeks ago it was difficult to hold each other’s hands and now they can be this close again. How he wants to be closer. 

She must notice something shift in his expression (she always does) because instead of pushing for him to explain further as she usually would, she dips her head down to press a kiss to the base of his neck. He shivers, despite the warmth.

He can’t for the life of him imagine why he ever got out of bed. She continues to press soft kisses to his neck, and his hands move from her waist to her bare thighs.

Breath warm against his skin, she says, “maybe you can continue that tomorrow, what do you think? You can explain everything to me when I’m awake enough to understand it.”

He hums shortly, not trusting his voice with much else. All he knows is that he doesn’t want her to go back to bed without him. He moves to stand up from his chair, and her legs wrap around his torso.

Together, they return to bed.

#emerges from the word doc out of breath #it's done #ngl I'm proud of this one #mystic messenger #300 follower event #I'm sorry for how long the wait is between these #amytabbycat #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #mystic messenger saeyoung #mystic messenger luciel choi #mystic messenger luciel #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger seven #mysme luciel choi #mysme luciel #mysme saeyoung choi #mysme saeyoung #mysme 707 #mysme seven #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #my writing

[kangen-wanshi]

Good morning! My request for the followers event is “for once, please, let me protect you” with Sebek from Twisted Wonderland. Thank you!

Promise ft. Sebek Zigvolt

He made a promise to you after an unpleasant incident that nearly cost you your life.

Tags: sfw, reader suffered an injury, mention of bullying, has a possessive undertone if you squint a little bit, reader getting called stupid (affectionately), no gendered reference

300 followers prompt events! Ongoing until 11th June 2023

Sebek had never run so quickly in his life. When he heard that you had been sent to the infirmary, he made haste to find you in an instant at that very moment, apologizing to Malleus - The Malleus Draconia that he adorned so much with his life - that he didn’t really have the time to hear the full explanation from Jack about the why you’re there in the first place.

Sebek loves his young Master, but if he was made aware that you, a human, one that he swore to protect too, have come to harm right when he’s around the corner, he could never bring his face up to the dragonic Fae.

When he barged into the infirmary it didn't take long to spot which space you occupy in. Ace sitting with his back turned towards the door, blocking you from his sight, followed by Deuce who stood by the end of your bed. The latter spotted Sebek’s sudden yet expected visit, as he immediately tugged on the red head’s arm, and encouraged him to leave your side for a brief moment to give the Diasomnia student a time with you.

Ace opened his mouth in protest - but when he made eye contact with Sebek, and see an unrecognizable expression of guilt, he shut his mouth, sighed, muttering about how ridiculous this situation is, before picking up Grim ,who had fallen asleep from excessive worrying, from the bed and stormed out of the room with Deuce following suit.

Before he left, Sebek’s gloved hand had halted him by the shoulder. He didn’t even utter a single word for his question to transpire: What happened.

Deuce knitted his brows, scowl on his face as he turned away from Sebek, “Some seniors were picking on the Prefect during our flight lesson,” he confessed, spits of venom splattered across his words, “They casted a long-ranged spell from behind the woods - the Prefect was up in the air and-”

“Thank you, Deuce.” Those were enough. He thought. He doesn’t need to hear more of it. Had Deuce continued with his story, Sebek would’ve immediately switched his destination to wherever these ‘seniors’ are, to act out on his own justice over your safety. But no, not now. He wanted to keep his rage and focus on you.

So Deuce left, giving Sebek - and you - one last look before leaving the infirmary to follow Ace and the furry little member of their group.

You had watched their little interaction from where you sat up on the bed. A small, pitiful and tired smile on your face as you gaze up to Sebek. Such a simple sight of your smile would send him to the moon - but not now. With how bandages are wrapped around your head and scratches all over your skin and your uniform, Sebek couldn’t focus on your beauty and charm, rather, he couldn’t help but clench his knuckles white.

“Sebek -”

“What happened?”

“O- oh, uh, some upperclassmen were just.. Feeling like practicing long ranged spells when we’re around to practice, I suppose..” You lowered your gaze, “Uh, Jade said he’d take care of them, so-”

“What happened?” Sebek pressed on. He knows you’re hesitating with your answer. You’ve been in this campus for long, you’ve gained friends, you've gained foes, but with each powerful allies you’ve gained - such as his young master - everyone on campus should know not to mess with the magicless Prefect of Ramshackle if they wish to graduate alive.

Something else happened.

You hesitated. But he knew that look in your eyes, you’re processing your thoughts. When you bite your lips, fiddling with the fabric of your shirt, shifting your gaze away from him. So he let you think, he let you take your time, if he knew anything, is that you have a reason for everything you do.

So you finally admitted, your pitiful and pained look now shifted to something akin to his - rage.

“They were mocking you.” You confessed, “They called you obnoxious,” you added, “Annoying,” and you added, “A painful thorn on the side,” and you added, “And-”

At this point, your knuckles turned white from clutching the sheet. 

“- I had to give them a piece of my mind.”

“Did you-” You cut him off with a snicker, “Some seniors they are, couldn’t even fight me right in front of my face, huh?” The first time you looked up to him, with your bruised lips, you gave him a prideful grin, “Couldn’t even beat a little magicless me! Even without Grimm’s help I can beat ‘em easily. Some senior-ass they are.”

Ah. He recalled it now. Just a few days ago, he saw you all covered in dust and scratches. You admitted that you just came face to face with a bully and won, and he let it slide because you came out unscathed due to your victory.

But look how it turned out. They came back - and they came back worse. All because you were-

“- You were.. Defending me?” The insults you had sputtered out about him said by others went past his head, his eyes widened as he stared at your grinning face, “Why? For something so small such as that you shouldn’t have - How stupid can you be?!”

Sebek snapped, raising his voice in an instant when the reason behind your action finally registered in his mind, “When will you realize how truly weak you are?! You’re just a human, a magicless one at that, and yet you’re so recklessly going to seek trouble for something so fleeting such as an insult?! Even one that isn't directed towards you?! Why would you-”

“It’s not stupid!” You snapped back, flinching when your sore cheek stabbed your flesh with sting, which, dragged Sebek back to the reality of your condition as he visibly flinched.

“You’re important to me.” You continued, now with a whisper loud enough for him to hear, “Way too damn important for me to let some - scrawny senior wannabes insult you like that. And if you know anything about me which, I’m sure you’re fully aware of,” You scoffed at his dumbfounded silence, “You know I’m stubborn about insults.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. You are, in fact, stupid in his eyes. To fight off seniors who may be skilled in magic casting, all over insults that were directed towards him. Ridiculous. Reckless. You-

-And he broke down. A heavy, long exhale escaped past his lips as he squatted down next to your bed. His gloved hands are buried in his hair, his head lowered to face the floor beneath him. He couldn’t deal with you. You’re way too much for him. Too strong, too stubborn, yet too vulnerable to be left fighting alone all on your own. And he couldn’t leave you be. Not when you fight so hard for his sake.

“Please,” he pleaded, “Don’t ever do such a thing, ever again.”

You parted your lips, ready to argue with him once more, before his hands snapped up and grabbed yours gently, yet firmly, holding it securely within his own.

“At least, let me be by your side when you decide to do anything reckless like such,” he made eye contact with you. Now, with pleas in his eyes, concern, and devotion. One that you’d expect to see when he speaks about his young master.

“I couldn’t-” he paused, letting himself breathe between his words, “You’ve done so much. Too much. I couldn’t let you suffer from such minor inconvenience caused by scoundrels who couldn’t even see where they stood.”

“So please, for once, let me be the one who protects you.”

“Have you perhaps forgotten that I’m a knight, human?” he managed to slip in some humor and a chuckle, “I would be driven to shame beyond Sevens’ comprehension if I couldn’t even protect the one I hold dear. How would I protect the young master if I couldn’t even protect you?”

There he is. Beyond his anger, his plot of revenge, and his adoration for you, he managed to slip in some smile to entertain you and your giggles. Pulling your hand up towards his face, he planted a firm kiss to your bandaged knuckles, down to your fingers, and towards your delicate palms.

Yes. He won’t let you be dressed in such a manner anymore. No more bandages over your skin, no more bruises around your beautiful face. This time, he will be the one covered in others suffering for your sake.

After all, he promised to protect you, and Sebek’s loyalty is anything but a promise of his life.

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barbatos with #5, please! <3

Barbatos - Prompt #5 "Let's run away together"

I actually never wrote for Barbatos before. I guess I just got annoyed bc I kept getting his cards lol but this was fun

Pairing: Barbatos x GN!MC (Established relationship)

Warnings: None

Word count: 423

Summary: you and Barbatos find some time alone together between the chaos of your lives.

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Barbatos was a busy demon, there was no questioning that. As Diavolo's butler, he was gone early in the morning to late at night, though he would admit that he was considerably busier before the two of you got together.

Diavolo was kind enough to allow you to have lunches together, or to let him leave early if the two of you had plans. When he first approached Diavolo about it, he laughed and told him that he deserved to be selfish every once in a while.

So, the time you have together alone is quite short regardless. He does his best to spend as much time with you as possible, but sometimes it's cut short by either Diavolo, or more often, it's due to the brothers.

The best part of his day was when he got to join you after a long day, either in his room or yours, and the two of you would take a moment for yourselves.

He enjoyed holding you close while you told him about your day, listening to you talk about whatever the brothers were arguing about that morning. Or, sometimes you said the oddest things, like you were thinking out loud.

He was flattered that you felt comfortable enough to speak whatever was on your mind, but sometimes he didn't know how to respond.

That evening, was one of those times he was left speechless.

"Let's run away together."

He stared at you for a moment.

"I know it's kind of impossible but here me out." You continued, "We could run away and have all the time in the world together. With no one to disturb us."

He chuckled. "It would be nice, wouldn't it?"

"Impossible, but nice." You agreed, "And you can bake tons of desserts for me."

"I already do that."

You laughed, "I'm just playing. Plus, I don't think Diavolo could survive without you."

"The brothers wouldn't survive without you either."

"The entirety of the Devildom would collapse if we disappeared. It's a lot of responsibility." You sighed dramatically.

There was a loud knocking at the door, followed by shouting.

"MC! We need you to hide us! Lucifer is going to kill us!"

"It's all your fault, Mammon!"

"Me? You helped!"

You sighed, "I might be closer to running away than I thought."

Barbatos laughed, kissing your cheek before you got up to let the brothers in. The thought of running away might have been tempting, but he knew better than anyone that you would miss the every day chaos.

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[youre-ackermine]

Under the Mistletoe

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!reader

Wordcount: 1360 approx.

Modern AU / SFW / Friends to lovers / Love confession / Fluff

Joining Levi to celebrate New Year's Eve was the best decision you had made in a long time. Life was so boring and dull since your best friend had left for France to study. No more talking over coffee between classes, no more late night studying together at the library, no more banter and silly jokes. And above all, no more movie nights cuddled up on the couch, wrapped together in both a cosy blanket and his comforting scent. You felt lonely and miserable. In short, you missed your best friend sorely.

Of course you caught up on each other’s life during your weekly phone call, but it’s his presence you missed the most. Your heart had skipped a beat when he had called you a few weeks ago, clearing his throat before blurting out the invitation in a hoarse tone. Hanging up, you couldn't help but giggle with eagerness at the idea of ​​seeing him again after months apart.

As the reunion day drew near, you had felt the excitement revealing itself in each of your gestures, in each of your thoughts, your mind racing with the silliest scenarios. Past the first few days, busying yourself buying your ticket, packing your suitcase, choosing the evening dress you’d wear for the party, your mood had changed. You had lost your appetite. You could barely sleep. Nervousness was taking the best of you. You couldn’t wait to go to Paris.

Reuniting with him had thrown you into emotional turmoil. Despite the “Mlle l’Emmerdeuse" sign he was holding as a joke, despite the familiar smirk plastered on his face, the moment you had seen him waiting for you at the airport had made you stop in your tracks, palms sweating and throat tight. Something about the way he looked at you seemed different, something yearning and intense.

Regardless you had thrown yourself in his arms and, as he had pulled you closer to him, you had nuzzled into his neck and taken in his comforting scent, the very scent you had missed so much on countless sleepless nights. Tears of relief had welled up in your eyes and your heart seemed to have swelled in your chest. You had shivered under his touch and clung to him for a while before letting him go as the heat of embarrassment flushed your cheeks.

You could no longer conceal the obvious: you were deeply, hopelessly in love with your best friend.

The hour that followed was nothing more now than a blur of disjointed chatter, clumsy gestures and awkward silence. Levi had dropped you off at your hotel, giving you some time to get ready. You had struggled to calm down, your whole body still reacting to the unexpected realization of your feelings. You couldn’t figure out yet how to behave around him. Seeing your best friend in this new light had left you confused and, to be really honest, a little ashamed.

When he picked you up later to go to the soirée, he looked so good in his black tuxedo that you almost missed the sparkle in his eyes and the startled gasp he had let out when you had reached the bottom of the stairs and crossed the lobby to join him. Your evening gown fitted perfectly, smoothly hugging your curves. The light touches of makeup here and there discreetly highlighted your face. You were breathtaking.

Uneasiness lurked into the confined space of the car as you both remained silent. Levi’s attention was stubbornly focused on the road while you admired the city Christmas lights through the window, thinking about how your silly crush on him would muddy your friendship. Luckily enough, it was a quick drive to your destination and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when you finally got out of the car.

Your first glance at the impressive beauty of this hôtel particulier near the Tour Eiffel left you speechless for a while. Elegant garlands of warm white lights hung on the front wall, bathing the garden in a festive glow. A few candle lanterns lined the stairs, tracing the path up to the front door. Apparently Levi’s new friends were ridiculously rich.

As soon as you stepped inside, heat slapped your face and music filled your ears. The house was soberly decorated, a few shining ornaments and tinsels were placed here and there and a bouquet of mistletoe hung from the ceiling in the hallway. In the main room, people were already dancing under strobe lights. Levi helped you take off your coat and you shrugged the tension off your shoulders as you followed him across the packed room to the buffet. The fancy display of mouth-watering delicacies helped you snap out of your thoughts for good.

Levi introduced you to his group of friends who stood next to the bar on your left, laughing and raising their glasses to the last remnants of the year and the appealing promises of the new one. One of them poured some champagne in a flute for you while another shoved a plate of appetizers under your nose. They did their best to make you feel welcome.

After a few bites of delicious food, Levi, always the life and soul of the party, stuck with his friends while you hit the dance floor. Mingling with the partygoers released most of the tension building between the two of you so far. You felt his eyes linger on you at first but soon you were so absorbed in the music that you forgot about your turmoil for a moment.

And now, after dragging yourself to the bar all sweating and panting but somewhat relaxed, here you were trying your best to talk with his college friends over the deafening music, slipping a few words of French you vaguely remembered here and there into the conversation. You got along pretty well with Levi’s roommates and you would enjoy the party more if your best friend hadn’t left a while ago, vanishing into the crowd.

Around midnight, you couldn’t help but glance around to find him until you felt a warm hand settling on the small of your back.

“Je peux vous la voler un instant?” Levi asked his friends before taking you away.

He slipped his hand into yours and led you through the crowded dance floor, weaving his way out of the room. Feeling the warm skin of his palm against yours, the reassuring squeeze of his fingers, made your heart race faster and a delicious sensation spread through your body, as if you were floating in the air.

He stopped as he reached the hallway and turned to you, taking both of your hands in his and locking eyes with you. Something between worry and determination showed on his face and for a moment you couldn’t help but take in his handsome features, the sharp line of his jaw, the plumpness of his lips.

“I…I have, er…I have something to tell you,” he stammered. “Something, er. Something I want to tell you for a while now, but. You know, er…Shit...You know I'm bad with words, right?” He squeezed your hands on the last word.

You nodded, not sure if you wanted to hear what he was about to say. Your heart sank at the thought that he had realized what you felt for him and wanted to put your relationship to an end because of how disturbing all of this was. But, maybe because of the changes you had noticed in the way Levi looked at you, a teeny, tiny part of you, the one that allowed the butterflies to flutter in your chest, the one that allowed your skin to shiver under his touch, that part couldn’t help but hope.

The hubbub of the party starting the countdown suddenly turned into a blur when Levi leaned in, his face so close to yours that you felt his warm breath on your skin. Your heart pounded in your ears and you finally let the butterflies deliciously flutter in your chest. Leaning even closer, he whispered “je t’aime“ against your lips before kissing you softly.

Your first kiss.

Under the mistletoe.

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I hope you'll like it!

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A/N: Kissing under the mistletoe is a New Year’s Eve / New Year’s Day custom in France rather than a Christmas custom as in other countries // English is not my usual language

Proofreading @sixpennydame thank you so much my lovely Bestie <333

Translation

Mlle l’Emmerdeuse >>> Miss Annoyance

Hôtel particulier >>> Mansion

Je peux vous la voler un instant? >>> Can I borrow her from you for a sec?

Je t'aime >>> I love you

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Star divider: @saradika-graphics

Fireworks divider: @firefly-graphics

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