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[strawberryclementine]

if i may request lunge/tenma + touches (either 20 or 55 >_<)

20 - Bandaging/stitching up an injury

55 - Tracing the lines on the other's hand

Hi there!! Thanks for the ask(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。 and sorry for my delay... Here's what I did!

First I'll explain what I wrote for the 55th prompt, since it's simpler. I love writing about Lunge and Tenma's hands and comparing their roles in the story, so I had a field day with this prompt. The result is linked below:

Now, the 20th prompt made me realize/remember that the scene where Tenma stitches up Lunge isn't actually shown. Though we know the gist of what happens, it's still (kind of) free real estate

So I also wrote for that prompt, but the piece is angsty and depicts a panic attack + blood. I completely understand that it isn't for everyone so don't feel like you have to look at it if that makes you uncomfortable or any other reason♡

Also, this one isn't "romantic" shippy but honestly neither is the first one; they each pine for a human connection (whether that connection is romantic can be up to the reader). I hope that's okay, as it's how I usually approach writing them.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! It's always a fun adventure to write these guys, so thanks for the request. And sorry for the word vomit. I hope you have an awesome day~

Touches Ask Game (Ficlet Prompts)

[blissfulnpeachy]

me reading barous part

could you do a part 2 of bllk boys accidentally hurting their partner bu with a good ending please.

My stomach wouldn't be able to handle mor angst(⁠T⁠T⁠)

BABY YOU SOLD ME A DREAM PT.2

thanks for the req anon, i think you’re doing everyone a favour here by asking for this because whew! i was ready to dropkick a mf from writing pt.1 lmao

also if you’re here by chance it’s probably best if you read pt.1 for context before you read pt.2 | :3

characters: isagi yoichi, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, barou shoei, itoshi rin

content: overwhelming fluff, slight angst, major angst (in rin’s part), reader is female coded (the term ‘girlfriend ‘ is used)

tags: @kaiserkisser @silly-ez @scaramouchemyloveee @mariyumemi @wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife @hsxhype @aquamarine001 @nxgiswife @hanagoromo-roses

☆彡 ISAGI YOICHI

two weeks. two long, monotonous weeks spent without isagi. yes bachira did his very best to make sure you were comfortable with him, but you missed isagi so damn much.

it wasn’t only difficult for you though, bachira was trapped in a bad position. due to him being a friend of both you and isagi, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. while it was evident that isagi had fucked you over badly, being in a team with isagi and having him as a bestfriend didn’t make things better. he couldn’t just pick a side and be done with it.

unbeknownst to you though, isagi asked bachira multiple times each day about how you were doing. after some self reflection, he realised just how wrong he was for treating you that way. especially since people like you nowadays are hard to come by. someone so nurturing, caring and full of love and devotion for their s/o was quite the rarity to find. and to think he nearly lost all of that with just a few words. really opened up his perspective of things. he wanted to do better. for you and himself.

and so, he cut down his training times, making more time for himself to wind down from daily intensive workouts. he thought of words to say to you, to make it known to you that he was aware where he went wrong and was taking responsibility for his actions.

he also went shopping, to buy you a multitude of gifts. clothes, jewellery, trainers and heels, perfumes, trinkets. you name it, he bought it. it all cost him a hand and a foot, but he didn’t mind, he would do it 100 times over for you. (we should remember this man is a professional footballer, he’s got dough.) once home, he placed all the gifts on the coffee table in the living room, having to put some on the floor due to the sheer amount he bought, ready to take them to bachira’s tomorrow.

little did he know he wouldn’t have to make the commute.

you had said your goodbyes to bachira that same day, thanking him for taking you in for so long with a big bear hug, to which he returned with just as much (platonic) love as you had shown him. you placed your bag in the backseat of your car, turning on the ignition and beginning the drive back home.

as the roads whizzed by you on the highway, so did the thoughts in your head. you were very nervous to have to talk to isagi again, to have to recall exactly what happened that night. glancing at the time on the dashboard, you drew the conclusion that isagi should be training right now, which would at least give you time to prepare before he got back.

as you pulled up to the apartment complex, the first thing you noticed was that isagi’s car was there, in his usual spot next to yours.

‘he’s home?’

surely not, maybe he just hitched a ride or something. although that didn’t make any sense whatsoever. there would be no reason why isagi would skip his evening trainings, not that you could think of anyways. even after joint practice with his team he would then further push himself to do his own training, polishing up on his skills. so to think he’s potentially broken that pattern confused you.

after parking your car and collecting your things you made your way to your front door, unlocking it and venturing in. once you placed your keys on the side table and took off your shoes, you walked into the empty living room, ultimately puzzled when you noticed the coffee table filled to the brim with bags from your favourite places.

“yoichi? you there?”

nothing.

you therefore assumed he was out, deciding to take a closer look at the bags. inside, everything you had ever bought for yourself or displayed interest in while out with isagi lay in each bag. even things that you didn’t have, but wanted, were present.

he remembered.

your eyes immediately welled with tears of appreciation, head snapping to your bedroom door when you heard it open, isagi’s figure stepping out. you immediately jolted, not expecting him to actually be here, even though you didn’t actually take the time to look and see properly.

“shit! y/n, you’re back? wait, why’re you crying?”

in an instant he crossed the distance to you, wiping the tears away once he assessed and evaluated that you were not hurt.

“uh— sorry. i should’ve asked you first. is this okay?” he quizzed, holding the sides of your face tenderly. you nodded, leaning into his touch.

“are these for me yoichi?” you looked into his cobalt blue eyes. one hand left your cheek, rubbing at the skin behind his neck, suddenly feeling shy.

“erm…yes. yes they are. i wasn’t expecting you back though, i was gonna surprise you tomorrow. ” he pulled you towards the sofa, sitting you down and looking deep into your (e/c) eyes.

“look y/n, i know materialism doesn’t take away what i did to you, but i want you to know just how sorry i am. you didn’t deserve how i treated you. not two weeks ago or months before. i made you feel lonely, i put football before you. when you needed me, i shut you out. and i take full accountability for that. words couldn’t describe just how badly i’m in love with you and how crazy you make me feel. i couldn’t bear to lose that forever. hell, these two weeks without you have tormented me enough. a lifetime without you would finish me off for good.”

you listened to him speak every word, touched that he would say such soothing words to you. yes, you did expect him to apologise, but not to go above and beyond to show his willingness to change.

your nose started flaring, the sting of your eyes warning that you were about to cry again.

feeling uncomfortable with your silence, isagi pressed you slightly.

“y/n? are you— are you oka-”

you cut him off by pouncing on him, engulfing him in a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him like it was your last.

“i’m yours yoichi. always and forever.”

☆彡 MIKAGE REO

you woke up in the same hotel room you cried yourself to sleep in. throat dry, head pulsating and heart wounded. you needed some form of rejuvenation, but, considering you didn’t have any clothes on you, seemed hard to achieve.

you reached for your phone, shocked when you saw 20 missed calls and 46 messages from the very same person who caused you anguish in the first place. opening the message app you see the most recent messages being sent at around 5am.

“y/n, where are you?”

“y/n please answer the phone!”

“are you safe at least, i’m worried about you.”

“i just wanna know if you’re okay, we need to talk.”

“y/n?”

“y/n please, im starting to worry, just send me a text, or something. let me know you’re okay.”

although you were beyond pissed at the guy, he was concerned for your safety, and to make him worry for you like that shouldn’t have to be something anyone should experience.

you sent him a quick, straightforward response.

“i’m fine, you don’t need to worry.”

the read receipt came as quickly as you sent it, a bubble popping up, signaling that reo was typing. however, after a few moments, it disappeared altogether, leaving your message standing alone.

you sighed, deciding that the least you could do was shower, feeling clammy and, simply put, dirty.

luckily, your job was well paying so you were able to book a lavish en-suite hotel room, although you didn’t pay attention to that much last night, willing to go just about anywhere as long as it weren’t near reo. inside the bathroom lay exquisite amenities, top branded shower gel, shampoo and conditioner, along with oils and different expensive face care products. an unopened toothbrush pack also was present on the bathroom counter, with toothpaste alongside it. and by the full glass shower itself stood a towel and robe on the hanging rack.

it weren’t exactly clothes, but it was a start. better than staying in your dress the whole day. while you waited for the shower water to warm you looked at yourself in the mirror, cringing at how dishevelled your figure was. your cheeks were tear stained, causing your mascara to run, your lips had smeared lipstick still present, and your hair? let’s not even go there. you looked a hot mess, physical evidence of your current mood.

once heated to a substantial temperature you stepped into the shower, revelling at how that warm water melted into your skin. you made good work of scrubbing down your skin, leaving no traces of any events that may have transpired the day before.

soon enough you finished up your shower, stepping out and wrapping the towel round your figure, feeling refreshed, but still incomplete. you brushed your teeth next, trying to avoid letting your thoughts go off topic from the current task at hand.

just as you were walking into the room itself to look for moisturiser, you heard a knock at the door. it confused you to the core. no one actually knew your whereabouts so you couldn’t rack your brain to guess who it could be. you ventured close to the door, looking through the peephole and visibly relaxing once you saw a hotel worker standing, waiting.

“hello?”

“ah, good morning miss y/n, i have a bag here requested to be brought to you.”

if you weren’t confused before, you were bewildered now. this meant that someone hand to have known where’d you were, but how? only one way to find out.

“requested by who, might i ask?”

“mr…mikage reo?”

what the actual hell. you were well and truly silenced by the revelation. more importantly, it’s quite amazing how he managed to find your location with such haste. although it shouldn’t really surprise you so much, considering he probably had connections due to his status. it made you wonder just what exactly he brought to you.

“erm ma’am?”

you cracked the door open, seeing one of reo’s duffel bags stuffed to the brim. the hotel worker held it out for you to take, bowing then turning to leave immediately after. you carried the heavy bag through the room, placing it on the ottoman at the end of the bed.

you stood for a second, debating whether you should open it or not. curiosity got the better of you though, and you unzipped the bag, stalling when you realised it was a bag of clothes for you, as well as the moisturiser you use, some makeup products and your favourite trainers. it’s like he somehow knew you would need clothes, probably since you didn’t return home last night.

taking the clothes from the bag you realised he packed you one of your favourite hoodies, his own hoodie.

after moisturising yourself you started to put the clothes on, feeling slightly better about yourself. you looked into your makeup bag, seeing some of your basic everyday skin and hair products, as well as your everyday perfume, feeling grateful that reo at least paid attention enough to know what you liked and used.

just as you had finished your skincare routine you heard another lock at the door, wondering who it could be at this time. you got up and crossed your way to the door, looking through the peephole and freezing.

your boyfriend, reo stood at the door, looking around nervously.

you gauged your options for a moment, reaching an ultimatum with yourself that you couldn’t avoid him forever. you opened the door fully, stepping to the side for him to walk in, which he did, stepping meticulously and with precaution, while you closed the door behind him.

all was silent for a moment, neither party knowing what to say to the other, a million thoughts rushing through the room. the tension was taut, the air thick, and awkwardness seeping in.

you collected yourself, deciding to start it off.

“thanks for the clothes, i appreciate it.”

“it’s…the least i could do, considering how i treated you.” he said, simultaneously biting down on his lip.

“yeah.”

he moved closer towards you, looking at your expression to see if he was crossing boundaries at any point.

“y/n.” you looked at him with apprehension, worried about what may fly out of his mouth next. “i want you to know that what happened last night, was entirely my fault. i need you to understand that.”

you frowned with sadness displayed on your face. yes he may be owning up to his actions, but that didn’t explain why he said what he said. especially if he could say something of that degree to you with such ease. it sounded like he meant every word.

becoming slightly anxious from your silence, he continued on.

“i made you it sound like you were inadequate or you were lower than me because i have money. i know it sounds bad, but y/n, it’s really the opposite. you don’t look at me for my background, you look at me for who i am as a person. you make me feel normal. make me feel like i can be myself around you. i don’t have to keep myself guarded around you and i appreciate you so much for it. i guess that’s why i spoke out of turn to you like that last night. because you’re probably the only person who can actually knock me down a peg. and having nagi hear that made me scared. scared because i was vulnerable in front of him. of course, i’m not excusing my actions, and i’m not asking for forgiveness, i just want you to know i’m sorry.”

you nodded slowly in understanding, looking at the way he subconsciously tugged on a piece of his violet tresses. he left his hair down today. you loved it when his hair was down. he knew that.

“i hear you reo, but that’s not the only issue. this whole problem stemmed from the fact that you spend too much time with nagi. i don’t wanna be the girlfriend that prohibits you from spending time with your friends, that’s not who i am, but when you’re with nagi so much that it makes you forget important dates, that’s when it becomes a problem. especially when you then make it out to be like i’m the problem. no one is saying you can’t be around him, but have a backbone please. he’s always there reo. sometimes i just want you to myself, is that too much to ask for?”

he realised where he went wrong, casting you aside for the sake of nagi, which wasn’t cool. and he didn’t want to lose you. you were too good to him and he felt so strongly about you. anything you asked for could never be too much, not to him.

and so, he stepped closer to you still, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around, relishing in the way you wrapped your arms around his neck, both for stabilisation and comfort.

“no baby, it’s never too much. not when it comes to you.”

you squeezed him tighter, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck and smiling.

“i don’t like it when we fight reo, i love you too much for that.”

“i love you too y/n,” he placed you down gently on the bed, laying you back and caging you in with both arms, his hair hanging directly over your face. “so…we’re gonna go back home and i want you to pack your bags. we’re going to mykonos for the week to celebrate our anniversary together.”

you straightened up, wondering where this was all coming from.

“huh? reo, you’re forgetting something? you may be off season right now but i still have work.”

“not for the next two weeks, i pulled some strings so now you have paid time off, which, gives you more time with your favourite man.”

you chuckled at his revelation, knowing he definitely used his power to threaten your manager. reo could be so demanding at times.

“speaking of which, do you know where he is?” his face immediately darkened at that.

“wanna repeat that?”

“nope!”

☆彡 NAGI SEISHIRO

nagi was in a state. it had only been 4 days since you broke up with him, but that was 4 days too long for him. it wasn’t actually until you broke it off with him and it sunk in that you were gone, that it really registered for him.

he missed you.

it made him realise, as much as he hated being bothered…he didn’t mind if it were you. he really did enjoy spending time with you. especially when cuddling. your figure was so soft, a perfect cushion for him to lay on as he slept. you would play with his hair so gently, lulling him to sleep. and you were really pretty.

the apartment just seemed all the more empty without you. yes, he did live alone pre blue lock a few years back, but having you live with him made him get used to having someone around. he grew comfortable and accustomed to it. so much so that it felt lonely when you left.

you had temporarily went back to your parents house while you looked for a new place to live. you had a few items of miscellaneous clothing left behind in your room, but you had ran out, thus needing the majority of your stuff, which you had left back at nagi’s.

you left off, with the promise to your parents that you’d be back soon.

the engine hummed as you drove back, playing your playlist on a high volume, hoping to drown out the thoughts spiralling in your head, although it did little to silence them.

you didn’t plan a time to leave out, but realised that you had coincidentally headed out at the same time nagi would be home, a meeting inevitable. oh well. had to happen at some point. you planned on a quick and brisk pit stop, hoping to minimise interaction with him as much as possible.

you pulled up to the apartment complex, walking through the lobby, swiping your keycard and pressing the lift to go to the penthouse.

in no time you reached the top, the lift doors opening. you stepped out and pushed your key into the lock, opening the door as silently as you could, walking in and shutting it with a click.

yes, you may have been moving around like a teenager after a forbidden night out, but you would much rather that than have to be further insulted by nagi, should he catch you.

alas, things cannot always go smoothly in life, for nagi had heard you, stepping out of the bedroom, shirtless with loosely hanging shorts, evidently having just woken up from a nap.

he instantly stopped, rubbing his eyes to see if he was tweaking or not. yet, you stood there, trying to disappear in that moment.

“y/n…you’re here.”

“only to get my things nagi, i’ll be out of your hair in around half an hour.”

nagi. his own name turned his mood sour. he’d much rather you call him by his actual name, or sei, not his last. and you knew that fact very well, making sure he knew damn well you were serious.

you begun to hurriedly walk towards the bedroom, where he was standing by the door, attempting to walk past him as quickly as possible. he intervened however, stepping about halfway into the door so that you were now directly in front of him and couldn’t get past, unless you spoke to him.

“are you really leaving y/n?”

“it’s l/n to you nagi, and yes. you don’t get to say something like that to me and think we’ll be cool after. it’s fucked up.”

you turned so he couldn’t see you, tears beginning to form at the painful recollection of what occurred a few days ago. you didn’t trust yourself to say anything else, for the fear of bursting into tears held you back.

“please don’t leave me y/n, i can do better, i promise. i regret what i said. really badly. i’m— i’m sorry.”

you knew that nagi didn’t like talking as it is (he referred to it as a hassle), so to have him trying to at least communicate with you did mean something. not enough to satiate you though.

“y/n?”

when you didn’t say anything back he lightly tugged your hand and turned you around, eyes widening once he saw tears streaming down your face.

he attempted to console you, wanting to pull you into a hug, but drawing back when you lightly pushed him off you.

“y/n- what’s wrong?”

“i can’t sei, i’m scared. scared you’ll grow bored of me. i don’t know if i’m bothering you or not and it kills me to think that you’d spend more time on games than with me. you basically told me i’m a hassle. how the hell else am i supposed to take that?”

your tears wouldn’t stop pouring down no matter how much you tried to calm yourself down, sniffles loud and clear as day.

something unusual happened to nagi as he watched you cry your eyes out. he felt his heart breaking into tiny shards at your state. more so because he knew it was because of him. he didn’t want to be the cause of your pain. he didn’t want to see you like this, experiencing such distress.

he wrapped his arms around you, one hand shielding your head and pulling your face into his bare chest, where you sobbed some more, letting up all the feelings built up from days prior.

“you’re not a hassle y/n. i said that out of turn. you could never be a hassle to me. while you were gone, i couldn’t even play my games properly. i just slept and trained because i missed you so much and didn’t know what to do without you. i know i’m lazy, and i know i don’t make you feel loved enough, but i do. i love you. i’ll do better for you and i don’t wanna be the reason why you’re upset. so please stop crying, wanna see your pretty face smile for me.”

you smiled into his chest, your sniffles beginning to subside and still.

“thank you sei, i really needed to hear that.”

“i would say it over 100 times for you. it might take a while but i won’t get bored of it. not when it comes to you.”

you wrapped your arms around his broad figure, squeezing tightly.

“will you be my girlfriend again y/n? no one else can reach your level. not now, not ever.”

you let go of his body, instead placing your palms on the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

“of course i will seishiro.”

“good, because i wanna cuddle with my girlfriend.”

☆彡 BAROU SHOUEI

it had been 2 months since you broke up with barou and he was miserable. who would’ve thought you leaving would cause such a rift in his life? his performance in matches were shit, he became pissed off at people more easily, and he was benched more often.

due to him not having someone to talk to, he essentially had no form of a wind down from football, something you were able to give him while you were together. something he had come to miss, and wished he appreciated more.

the lack of your items in the house made your departure all the more apparent. your decorations and items around the apartment were what made the house a home.

and you as a person? what wasn’t to like about you? you were a very levelheaded but gentle person, a great contrast to his fiery, angry personality. you catered to his every need, be it mentally, physically or sexually. your voice was what carried him through his day, soothing him to the bone, calming him down when he needed it. the more he thought about it, the more he realised he made a grave mistake pushing you out. the more he realised just how much he was attached to you, he was just unwilling to acknowledge it.

barou was no pussy, and he had enough of living like this, living without you, so he decided to get you back (and not fuck up this time).

he knew you were most likely staying at your childhood friend, chigiri’s house. he knew his very well, having done the blue lock training program with him years back, and played against him in several matches. he knew where he lived, having gone to parties held at his house through mutual connections.

and so, after practice, he grabbed his car keys and set off. he weren’t good with words, so his mind stayed scrambled as he thought of all the things he could say to you. while he couldn’t think of specific sentences to say to you, his goal remained the same.

after some time passed, he pulled up to chigiri’s house, your car the only one on the drive, which meant that only you were home. he switched off the ignition, stepped out of the car and walked up to the door.

with slight hesitancy, he lifted his fist to the door and knocked three times. he listened for any shuffling inside, but heard none. after a moment he turned away to leave, thinking you might’ve not been there after all. it’s possible you might’ve been out with chigiri in his car. yeah, that was probably it.

however.

“what do you want barou? i thought i was ‘making your life too hard’?”

shit, you were home. your voice was muffled, due to you speaking through the door, having seen his figure through the peephole.

“i- i didn’t mean that. not that way.”

you opened the door, allowing him to see a crack of your figure, donned in shorts and a tank top.

“then how did you mean it barou? don’t take me for an idiot, because i’m not one. no one says anything like of that depth if you didn’t feel that exact way before. so before you let anymore bullshit spout from your mouth tell me exactly how you meant it, in what context. because i’m tired barou, tired of being in a relationship where i feel like i’m treading on glass around you because you don’t wanna do certain things. it’s not a nice feeling. you may not feel that way, but i do. i’ve felt that way during our whole relationship, but i feel like i can’t tell you shit so i’ve kept. it. in.”

wow. he really didn’t see things from your perspective. once he heard it from you, he realised just how much of a dickhead he sounded like. he couldn’t say anything, how could he explain himself after that?

he didn’t.

and after hearing no refutation or explanation from barou, you simply let go of any hopes of talking this out with him.

“shouei,” his ears perked at you using his first name. “i think…you should go. i don’t wanna have any hard feelings between us but i don’t think we’re right for each other. please understand and respect tha-”

you stopped short of ending your sentence upon seeing barou turn and leave before he could hear you out, getting back into his car and preparing to drive off.

you sighed, shaking your head and closing the door, effectually ending your relationship for good.

he got what he wanted, right?

☆彡 ITOSHI RIN

you woke up in the morning, immediately panning your vision to your left to see if rin had returned to bed. the bed imprints remained the exact same as you had left it yesterday, which lead you to wonder if rin had even returned home.

you slid out of bed, your feet touching the cold wood floor, you trudged your way through the apartment, looking for signs of life, your shoulders falling in disappointment when you realised rin was nowhere to be seen. it was debatable if he even came home or not, the answer you would probably never find out.

you warred with yourself in your head about what to do. considering rin didn’t even try to talk to you to rectify the situation showed he didn’t really give a shit. if he didn’t come home, then he probably didn’t even know if you came home or not, which meant he isn’t worrying about you or where you were.

you weren’t a dickhead, and waiting for someone who evidently didn’t want you seemed like such a desperate action, which you weren’t trying to act like.

and so, calling a few willing friends, shedding some tears here and there, and half a day of hard work, you had effectively moved out of your shared apartment with rin, leaving a half completed home. he didn’t return home the whole day, not that you gave a shit anymore.

imagine rin’s surprise when he returned home from his team practice, expecting to see you moping around somewhere, but instead, nowhere to be found. as a matter of fact, where the fuck was your stuff? the apartment looked very much empty right now. he took at least 15 minutes to look around, analysing his surroundings, the same he would do during a game. any potted plants you bought for the house, specifically for the living room disappeared. your stupid candle ornaments that somehow made the house look better? not a ghost of a trace left behind. your clothes? gone. even from the laundry basket, only his clothes remained.

your products, your favourite sleeping pillow, even your toothbrush was gone. you left no stone unturned, questionable if you ever lived there in the first place.

still slightly puzzled but somewhat aware of the answer behind all of this, he pulled out his phone, clicking immediately on the message app. he sent you a message, heart dropping and suspicions confirmed when his message was not only green, but displayed a ‘not delivered’ message underneath. you had blocked him, and moved out without his knowledge.

he knew you were pissed off from what had transpired, but he didn’t know you would take action this soon. you didn’t even wait to talk to him for the love of god. this wasn’t supposed to happen this way, he was only angry at you because he felt threatened in the moment. but, recalling just exactly what he said to you, maybe it was warranted.

maybe it was for the best. you barely had enough time together as it is, due to unmatchable schedules and rin always being abroad. he was never able to give you enough love. funny, considering he didn’t even make sure to tell you. looking back on it, he realised he was kind of a dickhead to you.

so, he let go of the relationship for good.

—

four months had passed. he’d gotten bigger as a football player after his team winning a multitude of matches had lead to him becoming their star player, constantly getting man of the match achievements. this lead to his popularity increasing, getting more fans and fame as a result. he had been abroad this whole time, focusing on his career.

oh. but don’t think you had escaped him.

he couldn’t get his mind off you.

you tormented his thoughts daily and nightly, his yearning for you and hate for himself flourishing simultaneously as he repeatedly recalled how he fucked up. he wished he could go back to that night, heeding your warnings.

either way, that couldn’t be achieved now, for he didn’t know your whereabouts. he hadn’t known since that night on the pitch.

he tried to move on the best he could, returning back to japan to visit his parents whilst he had time off from football.

it just so happened one day while he popped out to a grocery store to get ingredients for his mother, the he saw the back of a familiar head, whisking away to the next aisle over. piquing his curiosity, he immediately paced to see if it way really who he thought it was.

and yes, the face he thought he’d never see again, the very same person who had been frequenting his mind,

you.

“y/n!” you froze, not expecting to find him here of all places. last time you had seen on tv, he was abroad. he wasn’t supposed to be here. deciding you had to face the music at some point, you turned around, watching as his demeanour melted, at really seeing you again after so long.

“rin…hi.”

all was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say to each other. what does one say in situations such as these? not to worry, rin answered for you.

“how…how’ve you been?”

“good thanks, how about you?”

“i’ve been— alright.”

silence settled again. rin wanted to voice so many things to you, starting with how he wanted you to know how he’s changed. how he’s calmed down in terms of training. how he’d make more time. he wanted you to know he’d do things differently, if you ever took him back. he wanted you to come home… but he didn’t know where to start.

he would have to at some point however, for you wanted to get away from him as soon as possible.

“well…um, it was good seeing yo-”

“wait!” he interjected, panic settling in that you would disappear and he would never get the chance again. “i— i just wanted to tell you tha—”

“y/n baby, i’ve got the washing powder.”

baby? what the fuck?

he looked just past you to see a guy walking up to you, taking the basket from your hands with a peck to your cheek. you smiled at the action, lacing your hand in his hair as he took place behind you. he then noticed rin, standing there with visible shock on his face, confused on what he missed while he was gone.

“who’s this?”

“oh, just an old friend.” a bold faced lie. anyone with two functioning brain cells could feel the history between you two. “i’ve got my stuff so let’s go to the queue. nice seeing you rin…have a good day.” you walked off with your supposed new boyfriend. a boyfriend that wasn’t him.

have a good day? after you just shattered his heart like that?

his throat turned dry, awareness sinking in.

he wanted you to come home…but he was too late.

(i know barou’s part is really short, but i actually really didn’t know how to finish his part off :/ i can make a separate one shot for him though if needed to make up for it)

[bluberryffxiv]

FFxivWrite2023 Day 4 Prompt: Off the hook Character(s): Bonana, Sasabe, O'ranje, Grammy Time: Endwalker

(a/n: this one is a bit unfinished i will probably try to come back to it later)

The halls of the palace were filled with the idle chatter of an impatient crowd. The Ilsabard Contingent had just finished briefing and was making final preparations before heading out. Among them were the four Warriors of Light, each of whom were catching up with old friends.

Grammy had just finished speaking with Alka Zolka when she spied a concerningly familiar face among the Ala Mhigan soldiers.

“Autumn?” she called out.

“Hello, Mother,” the man greeted her coldly.

“What are you doing here?”

“That’s what I’d like to know. They wanted Rose to be here, but she insisted I come in her stead,” he crossed his arms, “said something about rotting in a cell won’t make amends.”

“How nice of her,” she mused.

“You know, I never got to apologize. For…for stabbing you,” he lowered his voice, “I wish I could explain why I did it, but…”

“Not another word,” Grammy firmly placed a hand on his shoulder, “if you want to apologize, you can do so out there lending aid. Your sister gave you a foot in the door, and I won’t see you squander it because you can’t get over yourself.”

“Hmph. Easy for you to say when you’re everyone’s hero. I haven’t stopped getting dirty looks since I got here.”

“I wasn’t always so beloved, you know. Once upon a time I was no more than the right hand of a cut-throat pirate. And even long after we had given up that life, that reputation still followed us as a storm cloud. And you know what we did?” “What?”

“We lived our lives. Sure, it was hard, there were days it took everything to restrain ourselves from lashing out at naysayers. 

Anemone stood scanning the crowd when his eyes stopped on a lalafell standing with the Gridanian conjurers. His sister waved at him as he approached.

“Hello, Bonana,” she gave a slight smile.

“Hey, Belala. You look like you’re doing well. What brings you here?”

“Oh, well, since we last saw each other I’ve just been staying in Gridania not doing much of anything. E-Sumi-Yan suggested it might do me well to try wielding my white magicks again, so he asked me to join this contingent. Though… I worry I might not hold a candle to our Seedseer friend here,” she glanced over at A-Ruhn-Senna, “Still, I’d like to try my best. And I promise, there won’t be any raising of the dead this time.”

A conjurer nearby shot her a bewildered look as he overheard the conversation.

“That’s good to hear. I’m sure 

“Oh, Ranje! How wonderful it is to see you! And you as well, Miss Sasabe!” the miqo'te woman welcomed them with open arms.

“Lulha!” O’ranje moved in for a bear hug and briefly lifted her off the ground

“Oh, and sister Sasabe, we have something for you!” the guildmaster turned toward her.

“Hm? What is it?”

“Shortly before we made our leave from the guild, a man came hurrying in all harried and haggard, he bounded over and begged and beleaguered us for a favor,” a wicked grin crossed Cocobuki’s face as he reached into his robe and procured a neatly wrapped parcel tied shut with twine, a nondescript envelope tucked underneath, “he desired we deliver this dubious item directly to you.”

“Well then, thank you for your solid service,” she took the package and opened the envelope to a very neatly written note from her father.

Dear Sasabe,

I was doing some cleaning when I found this tome tucked away in some dusty corner. I once received it from my father long ago, in the days I still ventured to become a thaumaturge. It is something that has been in our family for generations, and supposedly originates from the ancient days of Mhach, shortly before the great Flood. However, as I’m sure you will discover, none have ever been able to discern its contents. Whether you are able to or not, I ask that you hold onto it, so that you may at least continue its passage. There’s certainly something worth knowing lying within its pages. I hope you’re doing well, be sure to visit some time.

-Adorabe

[ickytreats]

XPlinks

Stuff like Fauxcest and CnC

Random links, thoughts, scenarios, and relating to some writing. Some of the videos have their own scenarios but I put them here because I liked the video.

🍓- this is so my opposite siblings even though they aren't really opposites.

🍒- definitely big bro fucking mom while little sis watches.

🍎- Best Friend's Dad secret meet ups.

🍉- coming home to be free Use for roomie.

🍑- nighttime routine with dad.

🍊- I would love this so much more if it wasn't somno...

🥭- okay either free use friend group or free use little sis. Maybe both.

🍍- love playing with big bro.

🍌- sisters share cocks.

🍋‍🟩- trash!big bro with cute!little sis.

🍈- this position just seems so fun and yummy.

🍏- Daddy and little girl activities.

🍐- losing a bet and becoming a little pet for big bro of best friend.

🥝- my truth is that even the thought of receiving head makes me nervous but this...

🫒- this is such needy breeding session activities.

🫐- this is so big sisters x little brother coded omg.

🍇- icky!daughter tying up and using Dad.

🥥- bad influence bff that everyone needs.

🍅- this is so my weeb!little bro x big sister.

🌶️- this is the kind of video Dad would record.

🫚- this is just a regular girls night!

🥕- basic video Dad makes little girl record.

🧅- once again the kind of video Weeb!lil bro would make big sis film.

🌽- this is so free use roommate or tutoring using his student.

🥦- Bad influence big bro!

🥒- torn between Mom and her 2 oldest or bff and her bf.

🥬- more Dad vibes.

🫛- big sis with inexperienced little bro.

🫑- I would absolutely love..I love how they are chained together.

🥑- Lowkey giving my Bimbo Bff...

🍠- popular girls vs loser girl at sleepover. Would love omg.

🍆- my opposites vibes

🧄- more Weeb! Lil bro and big sis.

🥔- I want this.

🍄‍🟫- CNC with stalker.

🫘- I love how he thrusts up and holds her omg.

🌰- CNC with big bro.

🥜- omg the mom x son lovers are going to go nuts.

🍞- I love how he tells her he is going to cum in her.

🫓- little sister that dominated big brother.

🥐- a spanking session would do me some good.

🥖- my best friend said she wanted to try something on me.

🥯- this is so giving me needy sibs that need to hurry before someone comes home.

🧇- omg tell me this isn't loser big sis with jock little bro!

🥞- this to get me to stop complaining about needing something in my mouth.

🍳- Dad came home from work late and couldn't help himself.

🥚- Big Brothers said this is how I had to repay him.

🧀-

🥓- this is just omg. Couldn't help but imagine your best friends just going at it next to you.

🥩- I literally love this account.

🍗- I love CNC. But I always wish there was more vocals.

🍖- oral fixation goes dumb at the thought of someone straddling my face.

🍔- I can't lie that bottom stuff makes me nervous but this altered my mind especially in CNC I want the full video.

🌭- I feel like I've seen the full video. But I can't even remember but I like it.

🥪- big sister and her girl cock

🥨- tell me this isn't popular girl and her minions

🍟- big brother activities

🍕- free use best friend vibes

🫔- honestly just really want this to be me

🌮- I absolutely love how he's talking and treating her.

I just found this DEEP in the drafts. Honestly idk if any of the links work or what's on them anymore but here 🩷

[0310s]

boynextdoor with a fashionable s/o ⊹๋࣭⭑

members: bnd legal line x gender neutral reader

genre & tags: fluff, established relationship

wc: 1.9k

a/n: as someone who adores dressing up, i just thought this was something i eventually had to write! i've slowly been building my closet these past few months, looking for thrifted clothes and jewelry i can add to my rotation! it's been fulfilling and i get a lot of energy from the outfits i wear (∩˃o˂∩)♡

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ sungho 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

i personally think sungho is attracted to people who wear more feminine styles of clothing. he just enjoys how pretty and delicate everything looks! he also likes someone with a cozy style—basically anything soft and huggable. the closest style i can think of would be coquette! think oversized cardigans, knit sweaters, pleated or tiered skirts, ribbons, mary janes, and cute hats (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

sungho would definitely be an enthusiastic partner if you asked him to accompany you to shop. he looks at each item with an careful eye, assessing the item’s quality in comparison to the price point. i also believe sungho has your wardrobe memorized, so if you show him something similar to what you already have, he’ll point that out so you can look for something else. plus he’ll be a big help calculating costs when you’re shopping on a budget! he’s definitely your voice of reason if you feel indecisive, listing down the pros and cons of each piece. and he’d definitely hold you back if you wanted to buy items out of your budget ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

sungho would def be shy about couple items that are too obvious, so he’d settle for matching necklaces/bracelets with subtle, delicate designs. sungho also tries to match your energy for the day—if you’re going for something lowkey, he’ll do the same, and when you put more effort into your outfit for the day he’ll dress up more! but he'll make sure to never outshine you... he wants everyone to see how pretty you are and focus their attention on you.

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ riwoo 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

riwoo would most likely be attracted to someone who has a quirky and interesting style. the closest style i can think of would be that of 90s harajuku streetwear (think fruits magazine!). he’d like someone who has a strong sense of personal style and someone who’s knowledgeable about clothing materials. plus someone who knows how to layer and experiments/is willing to take risks! i can imagine him thinking someone with colored hair, bright makeup, and who accessorizes is cool (∩˃o˂∩)♡ 

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

as the most fashionable member in bnd, riwoo would definitely possess a more critical eye when it comes to shopping with you. you’d have dates where you spend all day browsing clothing shops, especially thrift or vintage stores! riwoo makes sure to point out unique pieces or items with good silhouettes. he also thinks about layering and helps you pick items that go well together with your existing closet. he definitely considers durability as a priority—if the piece looks too flimsy, it’s not going home with you.

and if there’s something you really, really want but is out of your budget, he’d most likely buy it for you behind your back, then quietly gifts it to you before the day ends. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) he would buy items you’re both interested in, mostly accessories and outerwear, so you can share them!

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

rather than owning couple items, riwoo and you would borrow from each other's closets! you share accessories like scarves, necklaces, rings, hats, brooches, belts, and even glasses, as well as jackets or layering pieces like vests or button downs. at the rate you nab items from each other, you practically have a shared closet. as for coordinating outfits, riwoo thinks it’s a fun challenge to match your outfits based on materials and patterns! your outfits won’t look similar, but they’ll look like they come from the same collection. i'm sure you and riwoo have a highly popular, shared instagram where you post your looks—you'd definitely be considered a "power couple"!

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ jaehyun 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

i feel like jaehyun wouldn’t have any specific preference as to style, but i think he’d still like a well-dressed s/o! jaehyun would be fine with anything casual and comfortable—clothing that come to mind include cropped tees or button downs, baggy jeans, oversized varsity jackets, and chunky sneakers! but if you’d prefer something more feminine or dressy, he’ll be your #1 hype man ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) he thinks you look pretty in anything you wear because you’re you!

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

jaehyun definitely likes to wander around, but he tries his best to stay Focused when you’re out shopping with him! he’s honest about whether something looks good on you or not. sometimes it results to petty arguments when you’re very insistent about buying a certain item he doesn’t like… but he’ll cave in when you give him your absolutely convincing puppy eyes ૮ ◕ ﻌ ◕ ა. it’ll be very obvious if he likes something—when you come out from the dressing room in a great outfit, he’ll look like he’s just seen his spouse in wedding attire for the first time, jaw drop and all ᰔᩚ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა. he’ll be so full of praise for you it gets a bit embarrassing when there are others in the fitting room area!

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

i strongly believe jaehyun is a sucker for obvious couple outfits or items—he wants everyone to know you belong to each other!!! ૮ ・ﻌ・აᯓᡣ𐭩 he’d definitely love matching jackets or hoodies, something that’ll be comfortable for the both of you! but he’ll also want to have matching necklaces for sure, something to remind you both of each other when you’re apart ₊˚⊹♡ similarly, jaehyun loves coordinating your outfits for special dates! like sungho, he’ll match your vibe for the day—if you’re going for a comfy look, he’ll follow suit; if you want to spend your day in baggy streetwear, he’ll do the same.

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ taesan 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

taesan would prefer someone with an opposite style from him, so he’d find a feminine style appealing and interesting! your style could be goth, alt, coquette, or even none of those—honestly, it doesn’t really matter to him. he thinks skirts are very pretty though, whether they be mini skirts with stockings, patterned midi skirts, or flowy maxi skirts.

taesan also likes how your nails are so perfect and meticulously done and considers getting his own nails painted. plus, he’s amazed at how you’re a master at your makeup routine and the amount of effort you put into it, so he watches makeup tutorials in his own time to surprise you by replicating your makeup routine on you (∩˃o˂∩)♡ he would also love taking fit pictures with you with a digicam, and he’d love snapping pictures of you as you pose along the street.

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

taesan loves shopping with his s/o. it’s a time for him to observe his s/o’s preferences and what makes your face light up. when you see an item that makes you gasp in delight, he tries hard to hide a smile at your enthused reaction and silently takes note. he's pretty fashionable, so he’ll be reliable when you ask him for fashion advice! when you shop together, taesan will be honest about what suits you and what doesn’t. when you hold up an item that doesn’t look that nice, he’ll have that pensive look on his face if he’s not into it. he’ll help you look for alternatives when an item you want isn’t in stock. taesan also offers you tips on how to layer jewelry!

taesan is also the type to see an item he thinks would suit you and buy it for you. he ends up accumulating so much that it fills an entire box—when you ask him what he’s bought you so many clothes for, he turns red and shyly tells you how they reminded him of you… which makes you flustered and sooo happy (˶ ᵔ ̫ ᵔ ˶) ♡

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

taesan would secretly adore matching items. you bring it up in passing but are too nervous to directly initiate anything… (づ>/////<)♡ he's initially shy at the thought of it, but when he does his own research, he grows attached to the idea of having matching items with you, someone he dearly cares for. so one day, he gifts you with matching earrings while shyly mentioning he’d love to wear them together! from then on, you'd have fun looking for matching jewelry together.

like riwoo, he’d love to coordinate outfits based on materials and patterns. in particular, he’d love to coordinate a mix of knit, denim, leather, or plaid, typically in neutral/dark colors like off-white, gray, black, or dark red. still, the outfits wouldn’t look exactly the same and would leave room for you to experiment with your individual styles! 

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ leehan 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

i think leehan has no particular preference when it comes to fashion, anything goes really! he’s very supportive and content to see how happy you are with the clothes you wear. he wouldn’t mind anyone with a different style from him. at the very least, he’d want you to be comfortable and warm in your outfit. he brings bandaids, safety pins, and a little sewing kit around with him in case any accidents happen—he’d definitely trade his sneakers for yours if your feet start hurting in your shoes ૮ - ﻌ • ა  leehan saves every fit pic you send him and uses them as his wallpaper, and he'd take candid pics of you too and swoon at how cute and pretty and cool you are in your outfit.

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

while he’s not particular about his s/o’s fashion, he’d want to be there while his s/o shops or chooses what outfit to wear for the day. leehan loves quality time with his s/o! but don’t rely on him for fashion advice or expect it to be a productive time; he thinks you look pretty in everything and will let you know. he’s so sincere about it too that you can’t even get mad at him.

but one thing leehan will be insistent about is you wearing fish or marine-themed clothing. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 he makes you fit the most atrocious fish-patterned polo that looks like something your granddad would wear and thinks you look hot. he sees this cap that goes “fish love me, women fear me” and full-on begs you to buy it. and you know what? you do—because how can you refuse the pleading of a pretty boy like leehan? (ㅅ´ ˘ `) he's just happy to see you dressed up in something he has an interest in.

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

leehan would definitely buy you matching alien plush keychains to attach to your bags or belt loops 👽⋆｡°✩ he’d feel giddy looking at your matching charms and how cute they look on you… it’s like you bring a part of him everywhere you go 🛸 and i stand by this—leehan would definitely have custom shirts printed for the both of you that say “i love fish and my s/o”. deep inside you’re embarrassed at how the design looks like it’s been shoddily done on microsoft powerpoint, but when leehan proudly admits he made it himself, you just shut up and wear it… anything for him i guess (๑>؂•̀๑)

something i’ve also observed is how in the bnd content online, leehan wears long sleeves almost all the time! so rather than have coordinating outfits, leehan would lend you his outerwear. he’s a man with a plan—but is veeeery sneaky about it. he accidentally “forgets” his sweaters at your place. he also lends you his jacket with the excuse of “adding layers” to your outfit (something he learned from you!!!). and somehow, his clothes make their way into your closet—you’re highly puzzled, but you’re not complaining (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ networks: @onedoornet 

[gracieeilish]

🌺🍉🍓🪸🍑🍊☀️✨🌼🍋‍🟩🥝🐬🦋🪼🌊🫧🥥

you winced with every movement trying to carefully get dressed after a cold shower. the sun had burnt your soft skin to the touch today.

billie hissed through her teeth as she walked into the bathroom, seeing your skin so dry and starting to peel from yesterdays burn as well.

“damn girl, sun really did a number on you, huh? you gonna be okay tomorrow?” the two of you were down the shore for one of your cousins wedding. you came down a few days early to make a long weekend out of it and enjoy some vacation time together.

“i think so, my dress is off the shoulder thank god. i’ll definitely need some aloe though.”

“you want some now? i think i saw some tube tops in your bag if you wanna wear that to bed instead.”

after a though, you nodded, carefully taking off your tank top and heading back into the room.

“sit,” billie nodded her head towards the bed.

you sat on the edge carefully, mindful of the burn on your legs. billie rummaged through your bag, pulling out a cotton tube top, setting it to the side, then, pulling out the bottle of aloe.

she came and sat behind you, carefully moving any hair out of the way before opening the bottle and squirting some onto her hands, rubbing them together to try to warm it up

“ok it’s gonna be cold bub,” she warned, stifling a giggle when you flinched anyways at the feeling. you giggled with her, getting used to the feeling and melting into it.

her hands moved around softly, the back of your neck, all over your shoulders, up and down your back. she didn’t want to massage too much, not wanting irritate the skin, just rub in the jelly like lotion.

you let your head fall forwards toward your chest in relief as she covered a particularly sensitive spot.

“feel good honey?” she whispered delicately. you just moaned out a little “mmhmm,” your shoulders relaxing further.

once it had dried enough, billie kissed the back of your neck before she helped you into your top, softly and slowly. then the two of you put some aloe on the burns scattered down your legs before finally finishing up. leaving you feeling warm and toasty, but also cool and a little less “on fire” as you called it before your showered earlier.

you were laying back on the pillows, motionless, not wanting the fabric to make any movements against your skin, making billie chuckle.

“room service?” she suggested, hand already reaching towards the phone. she ordered a few of your shared favorites, and a little snack for you both, before hanging up and sliding into bed next to you.

you two awkwardly maneuvered so neither one was irritating your sunburn but you could still be close and cuddle. you settled on just letting your head rest on her shoulder and her arm softly behind your back around your waist.

eventually, you moved to snuggle closer to her side, wrapping your own arms around her waist, starting to feel sleepy and warm. after all, the generic hotel tv channels weren’t anything exciting.

a knock at the door cut through the soft silence accompanied by the tv. carefully billie answered the door, thanking and tipping them before rolling the cart of food over to the side of the bed.

“bon appetit, ma cherie.” you chuckled at her little gesture.

“you write one song with some french lyrics and suddenly your fluent,” you muttered. playfully she shoved your shoulder, smiling but rolling her eyes.

she leaned over kissing the top of your head before settling back down in bed into your side.

“tu es l'amour de ma vie,” she whispered up against your ear, kissing your now flushed cheek.

“ma princesse,” you hummed smiling, leaning your head back to her shoulder.

“huh?”

“seriously billie it’s exactly what it sounds like. i thought you were fluent now!” you teased.

she scoffed, hiding her smile. “whatever. eat your fries.”

you leaned up to kiss her cheek, settling back onto the pillows.

🌺🍉🍓🪸🍑🍊☀️✨🌼🍋‍🟩🥝🐬🦋🪼🌊🫧🥥

[its-will-o-the-wisp]

Hello there, sweet angel. I've lured you in x

જ⁀➴ You can call me Willo <3

જ⁀➴ I am 20 and use she/her pronouns

જ⁀➴ This is a sapphic writing/moodboard blog

જ⁀➴ Requests and anon claims are open

🧸ೀ About this blog:

My old blog was a BDSM blog called blue-willow-tree. I've been on tumblr for a while, but I've decided to make a blog where I occasionally post fluff/angst/smut writings and a couple of moodboards. I want to have a different sort of blog than I had before. Although I love and miss that blog dearly (especially my adorable anons), I just need a break from that sort of posting for personal reasons <3

🧸ೀ Who I might write for:

Bela Dimitrescu | Cassandra Dimitrescu | Wanda Maximoff | Natasha Romanoff | Emily Prentiss | Rosalie Hale | Alice Cullen | Hope Mikaelson | Valkyrie | Original characters | Might add more

🧸ೀ About me:

I love watching unboxing videos of pop mart figures. My favourites are Haci and Dimoo. I love collecting plushies and teddy bears, I have over 50 by now. I love the colours brown, cream, green, and blue. I love the MCU, mainly the older phases. I love SpongeBob, Winnie The Pooh, Murder On The Orient Express, the Tinkerbell movies, the history of psychology, and the song "About You" by The 1975.

I hope you enjoy my silly little posts ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

🧸ೀ Anons:

🍬 | 📚 | 🐘 | 🍊 | 🐞| 🍓 | 🌵 | 🍯

🧸ೀ Moodboards:

"And finally she chose herself"

🧸ೀ Headcanons:

Fluff: Being in a relationship with Wanda and Nat

[lilhughesy]

lilhughesy’s sodapop shop -> 1k celebration

hi everyone! welcome to my 1k celly event which is the opening of my sodapop shop! i just wanted to say a huge thank you again for everything that you guys do for me, the support that i get from my readers, followers, and mutuals is what helps me keep writing. i still cannot wrap my head around this milestone, it's so insane and i am so grateful for every single one of you!

as a way to give back and my thank you for you is this event! below, you will see how you can order a mini fic/blurb with the type of fic you want (text message screenshots are also an option but limited to only 3 screenshots per order!!), if you want it rpf or umich au, dialogue prompt (if you wish), and who you want it written for!

just a small disclaimer, if you do order a umich au fic or blurb, it might not be included in my actual au and might not impact the itself!! it will be written like how i convey each of the players in the au with their same humour or personality! however, some could possibly be included within the au if i think it fits!

anyways! thank you all so much for 1k again!! you are all so amazing and so loved! enjoy!

HOW TO ORDER:

soda flavour (type of fic):

cherry 🍒 -> flirty

lemon 🍋 -> fluff

lime 🍋‍🟩 -> angst

apple 🍎 -> platonic

orange 🍊 -> hurt/comfort

strawberry 🍓 -> text message screen shot (3)

how it's served (au vs non-au):

🥤the bottle: the hockey player as is

🧊on ice: umich au style (only for the umich boys!)

bottle cap quote (dialogue prompt):

no quote: no prompt

bolded font: fluffy prompt from one of these prompt lists:

one, two, three

cursive font: angsty prompt from one of these prompt lists:

one, two, three

optional: you can request multiple bottle caps (aka multiple prompts!)

with (hockey player list):

- jack hughes - quinn hughes - luke hughes - ethan edwards - mark estapa - dylan duke - tyler duke - mackie samoskevich - rutger mcgroarty - luca fantilli - adam fantilli - matthew knies - auston matthews - will smith - macklin celebrini - shane pinto

example:

can i have a cherry soda on ice with the bolded “if you were mine, i would never make you feel unwanted, not even for a second.” bottle cap please with luke hughes?

-> flirty blurb with umich au!luke hughes with the prompt ( if you were mine, i would never make you feel unwanted, not even for a second.)

🏷️: @isaadore @lovesickhughes

— 🥤 COMPLETED ORDERS:

baby in blue -> Matthew Knies with a cherry soda

that’s not her order -> UMich au!Luke Hughes with a lemon soda

nothing new -> Auston Matthews with an orange soda

[silenced-ghost]

there's a lot of you now so I figured I should make an actual intro post..

hi! you can call me ghost, sir, or J.

MDNI - 18+

Trigger Warning for hard kink text

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[strawberryclementine]

gonna post a gillen fic before collapsing asleep

[returnofeternity]

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[creatuesfromthedeep]

Flight Rising Lore Ask Game!

🍓Show off your favorite wet cat (pathetic) dragon and share a fun fact about them!

🍌Show off your favorite couple/throuple/etc and share some information on how they first met, fell in love, etc!

🍊Do you have a specific artist, band, etc, that you listen to when you're working on lore? Share one of their songs!

🍇Share the "villain" or main antagonist of your clan and talk about them! (Note: Doesn't need to be a cackling supervillain, it can also be an annoying trickster, etc!)

🍑Share a tidbit of prose you've written, and give the author's commentary! (The writing can be from a bio, etc)

🍐If you had to narrow down your clan into 2 movie genres, which genres would you pick? (Ex: Action/Adventure, Romance/Comedy, Horror/Drama, etc)

🍎Write an elevator pitch for your clan's lore and share it! Try to keep it to 1-2 paragraphs

🍏Show off a dragon family and talk about them! Do you have siblings, parents & kids, etc? (If you don't have any families in your lore, choose one of the other prompts instead!)

🥭Show off a dragon who's doomed by the narrative and talk about them!

🍍Your clan is mysteriously transported to a deserted island where only one dragon can leave alive... Who's the last one standing, and who dies first?

🍋What's the most dramatic/emotional moment in your lore? Explain it, or write one short paragraph of prose set during that moment

🍉Share the dragon who would be most likely to get banned from a grocery store, and talk about why you picked them

🍈Share your favorite duo of dragons! They must be platonic or familial, no romantic couples!

🍒What's your best tip on making a lore clan?

🥕Share how much you've written for your lore! (This can be measured in bios, pages, wordcount, etc)

🥑Show off your most underrated lore dragon, and talk about them!

🍅Describe your clan's home/lair in two sentences.

🥝If you were to start over on your lore and remake it entirely, what would you change?

[juniplays]

🍉🍋🍓 THE ' FRUIT FLIES ' LEGACY CHALLENGE! 🍋‍🟩🍊🍒

a story heavy five generation legacy challenge for a fairy family ! not yet play - tested so let me know if there's anything that needs reworking ! i made a blog just to post this challenge i wrote & remade upon proper ' enchanted by nature ' release so please keep the credit to me ! use # fruit flies legacy challenge if you play - i want to see all of your play - throughs !!

longer version (maybe) coming soon doc version + checklist can be written upon request tag back to me if you repost / make graphics !!

🍉🍋🍓🍋‍🟩🍊🍒🍌🍇🥭🍉🍋🍓🍋‍🟩🍊🍒🍌🍇🥭🍉🍋🍓🍋‍🟩

🍉 rules can be slightly altered to fit your playstyle, or omitted entirely if you so choose ! play for fun & use as a guideline for stories ! 🍋 heir can be any gender ! if there is offspring specifications, it will be put in that generation's rules 🍓 let me know if something needs reworking as i've not played through it & this is my first ever attempt at writing a challenge ! 🍋‍🟩 i have not decided if i will post my play - through but if i do i will link it here 🍊 this challenge requires the ui cheats extension mod by weerbesu for the ' immediate skill gain ' aspects ! this as all requirements and rules can be ignored 🍒 each generation has a sour and a sweet option, that way you have opportunities to individualize your legacy from others ! 🍌 there are no generational colors set with all of the overlap in fruits & colors, but you may do them if you wish ! 🍇 all required packs are listed in each generation and of course optional if you don't have them ! do not buy packs just for challenges ! [ + obviously enchanted by nature is required ] 🥭 have fun ! i wanted to create something fun and vibrant and summery and story - centric involving the fairies that could hopefully help bring a little whimsy life back to your game if you're struggling to get back into it like me ! use this challenge and its elements as a reason to create storylines ! fall in love again !

🍉🍋🍓🍋‍🟩🍊🍒🍌🍇🥭🍉🍋🍓🍋‍🟩🍊🍒🍌🍇🥭🍉🍋🍓🍋‍🟩

🍉 GENERATION ONE / WATERMELON 🍉

you were always a little different than the rest of your family - and you knew it, too. bright as anything, your parents would whisper to the other neighborhood parents at dinner parties, but an imagination that gets away from you. well, since when did being fun become a bad thing? so what you were still clinging to your dreams of growing up to become a fairy; it wasn't hurting anyone! deep down, you knew it was ridiculous and unachievable . . . until moving in with your best friend lands you in the magical world of innisgreen, and suddenly you aren't sure of what's the truth. now, it's your life goal to determine - are fairies real, and can you actually become one?

TRAITS / CHILDISH, AMBITIOUS, JEALOUS

ASPIRATION / FRIEND OF THE WORLD & FAIRY STORIES

SKILL GOALS / GARDENING, CHARISMA, APOTHECARY

🍉 begin as a teenager (as far along as you'd like) with a pre - existing family (as big as your choosing)

🍉 make a best friend in high school; this will be who you move to innisgreen with after graduation

🍉 collect a fairy seedling from a fairy in innisgreen & become a fairy!

WHICH WILL YOU CHOOSE ?

SOUR 🍉 SWEET / AS SWEET AS YOU CAN BE, YOU'LL GROW SOUR WHEN SET FREE - have an affair with your best friend's partner that results in pregnancy that you never disclose the truth of + immediately gain 2 ' mischief ' skill levels

- 🍉 move out of the neighborhood that you lived in with your best friend

- 🍉 reach the top of the ' gardening ' career, either path

- 🍉 finish the ' friend of the world ' aspiration before switching to ' fairy stories ' and complete the discordant path

SOUR 🍉 SWEET / TO FALL IN LOVE IS TO FIND PEACE, YOUR HEART OF GOLD IS NOT ONE TO TEASE - fall in love with your neighbor and become the ' queen ' fairy + immediately change aspiration from ' friend of the world ' to ' fairy stories ' in the harmonious path

- 🍉 stay close to your family for the entirety of your life, but especially the generation three sim (strawberry)

- 🍉 never leave innisgreen

- 🍉 create a garden in your yard that you use for remedying elixirs with the apothecary table

🍋 GENERATION TWO / LEMON 🍋

[ ' city living ' & ' parenthood ' & ' life & death ' required! ]

your childhood was chaotic. no matter how sweet or sour your mother, the fairy queen, was, you simply could not fall into the virtuous image set by her for your family, true or not. you were a bitter one from the moment you were born, full of tight lipped scowls and puffy lipped pouts, so it made no sense on how someone as sour as you could produce such sweet melodies. you weren't a siren (wrong occult, thank you) but whenever you sang, everyone around you stopped to listen. the only problem was that you didn't want to have the spotlight. not when you had to share it with your devastatingly attractive (and annoying) manager. even the sourest fruits have to fall in love though, unfortunately . . . so why, of all the people enamored with your voice, did your heart pick them?

TRAITS / LONER, GOOD, SOCIALLY AWKWARD

ASPIRATION / MUSICAL GENIUS

SKILL GOALS / SINGING, GUITAR, WRITING

🍋 start a journal in high school and write it in often

🍋 join the entertainer career

🍋 dislike one of your coworkers . . . and then fall in love with them (or do both at once!)

WHICH WILL YOU CHOOSE ?

SOUR 🍋 SWEET / YOU WERE EVERYTHING THEY ASSUMED ALL ALONG, UNABLE TO HIDE BEHIND A SIMPLE SONG - after the birth of your firstborn, have a difficult relationship with each member of your family + immediately gain the ' jealous ' trait

- 🍋 develop a ' distant ' relationship with your child/children as they grow up

- 🍋 reach the top of the entertainer career, and then opt out of the spotlight

- 🍋 after the death of watermelon generation, attempt to reconcile with your distant children

SOUR 🍋 SWEET / LOVE IS ALWAYS THE KEY, MOTHERHOOD TAUGHT YOU TO SEE - have a close relationship with all of your heir/children and have a song for each + immediately gain the ' family - oriented ' trait

- 🍋 host every important holiday at your house

- 🍋 opt out of the spotlight after the birth of your firstborn

- 🍋 pass down your journal(s) to your child/children

- 🍋 max the singing skill

🍓 GENERATION THREE / STRAWBERRY 🍓

[ ' lovestruck ' & ' businesses & hobbies ' required! ]

you were probably the sweetest thing that anyone had ever met before. you didn't even try, didn't have to, because no matter what you possibly did, you were an instant fan favorite. and it is exhausting! there reaches a point where you stop fighting it and accept the cards that are dealt to you, and so . . . you do! why tell a boy that, no, you can't go out with him, you already have a boyfriend, when you can just have two? three? four? no, no, two was just right. in fact, the two people you're dating don't even seem to mind the other. it's not traditional, no, but that isn't a problem. they support your family while you hone in on your kitchen skills, with the stability of the loving home allowing you, for once, the chance to be awful at something.

TRAITS / ROMANTIC, SELF-ABSORBED, OUTGOING

ASPIRATION / PARAGON PARTNER & MASTER CHEF

SKILL GOALS / CHARISMA, ROMANCE, COOKING

🍓 always have more than one partner at once

🍓 love baking but never max the skill

🍓 after moving away from home, move in with your current two partners

🍓 go through three jobs before opening a small business

🍓 remain close with the watermelon generation, and with the lime heir

WHICH WILL YOU CHOOSE ?

SOUR 🍓 SWEET / DON'T BREAK HIS HEART FURTHER WITH A LIE, HE KNOWS HE WAS NEVER YOUR FAVORITE GUY - break up with the partner with the least romance + immediately gain 2 ' romance ' skill levels

- 🍓 rekindle romance with a previous partner

- 🍓 have a child with the ex and one with the rekindled partner; only one can be heir and they both know it

SOUR 🍓 SWEET / LOVE IS A FORCE OF NATURE IN ITS OWN, RETURN TO THE ROOTS OF THE HOMEGROWN - create and master a baked family recipe and sell it in your business + immediately gain 2 ' baking ' skill levels

- 🍓 have at least a child with each partner

- 🍓 max all three skills listed above but only ever bake your recipe

🍇 GENERATION FOUR / GRAPE 🍇

[ ' seasons ' & ' outdoor retreat ' required! ]

you aren't crazy, right? you come from a long line of fairies and yet, somehow, everyone around you is acting like it is normal. you are a fourth generation sim. four generations of fairies. and none of them besides your great grandparent seems to care at all! that changes with you. you grew up listening to your great grandparent's tale of becoming a fairy, and the whimsical stories that come with what you are. now it's time to experience it. what other best way to do that than to follow in the shoes of the founding fairy in your line? well . . . the good parts of them, at least.

TRAITS / MYSTICAL, PLANT LOVER, CHILDISH

ASPIRATION / ELIXIR ENTHUSIAST

SKILL GOALS / APOTHECARY, FLOWER ARRANGING, HERBALISM

🍇 join the flower arranging career

🍇 do not get into any relationships and have science baby twins with a random sim

🍇 keep close with your children and their father

WHICH WILL YOU CHOOSE ?

SOUR 🍇 SWEET / A LIFE SPENT LEARNING IS A LIFE LIVED, THOUGH NOT AS LOVED AS ONE COULD BE - attempt blind dates through cupid's corner, but always become distant + instantly gain the ' night owl ' reward trait

- 🍇 master any five skills

- 🍇 collect all of the pen pal postcards

- 🍇 have a garden of herbs and flowers that is well taken care of

SOUR 🍇 SWEET / DID YOU THINK IT WAS HARD TO LOVE YOU, AND DID HE PROVE YOU WRONG? - as an adult, fall in love again with the father of your children + instantly switch the ' childish ' trait for ' romantically reserved '

- 🍇 have ' date night ' every week

- 🍇 always risky woohoo (mod) or try for baby until elderhood - grapes come in bunches, so you want a bunch!

🍒 GENERATION FIVE / CHERRY 🍒

[ ' high school years ' & ' discover university ' required! ]

the both of you could not be more different. your twin is your complete opposite, and it shows in the way that neither of you get along. one of you was a cheerleader, wearing the cherry red uniform every friday night lights. the other of you was at the stadium, too, but you weren't there to watch or to participate, passing sweaty bottles of lukewarm nectar between your friends and you. one was going to be prom royalty, one was going to be sabotaging the bathrooms. even the partners you find yourselves with are opposites. physically identical and opposed in every other way, the only other time you two align is with your goals. the magic has been in your family for years now, but no one has ever utilized what that meant. it's time to start to be the fairies that your great great grandmother wished for you both to be so long ago.

TRAITS / ( BOTH ) HOT - HEADED ( TWIN ONE ) MEAN, SELF - ASSURED ( TWIN TWO ) LOVEBUG, CHILDISH

ASPIRATION / ESTEEMED ENTREPRENEUR

SKILL GOALS / ( BOTH ) ENTREPRENEUR, RESEARCH & DEBATE ( TWIN ONE ) NECTAR MAKING, BAKING, NATURAL LIVING ( TWIN TWO ) COOKING, WRITING, MISCHIEF

🍒 maintain good grades throughout school

🍒 have two different distinct friend groups throughout your schooling

🍒 hone at least one skill each enough to get distinguished degrees in them (can be one listed above or something else entirely)

WHICH WILL YOU CHOOSE ? PICK ONLY ONE !

SOUR / SIBLINGS AND NOT FRIENDS, WHAT KIND OF MESSAGE DOES THIS SEND? - develop a poor relationship with your twin + move one twin out of the shared home and to another world

- 🍒 use cheats / mods to completely erase the relationship between the twins after a final fight

- 🍒 if the game puts them in the same lot together, you may introduce them again and proceed with the small business

- 🍒 if the game does not put them on the same lot together, you may not introduce them again, and you must pick one of the twins to be the proper heir rather than both, and open a small business with them

- 🍒 the small business must have a top tier reputation

SOUR / SOMETHING IS AWRY, I SENSE THE SHIFT IN THE WIND AND THE SKY - one twin's partner makes a move on the other twin accidentally . . . right? + must let the game decide what is done about the infidelity attempt, and work around the reactions

- 🍒 if the reaction to the flirting is positive, you must maintain a secret relationship until you are found out or it naturally fizzles

- 🍒 if the reaction to the flirting is negative, you must carry on like nothing has happened

- 🍒 master at least two of the above skills each

SWEET / ALL WAS NEEDED WAS TIME, THESE NEW MEMORIES WITH YOU SO DIVINE - you and your twin have a good relationship at last, with only a little fairy dust to smooth the edges + gain the ' wise ' trait upon elderhood & instantly each gain one of the ' happily harmonious ' and ' delightfully discordant ' traits

- 🍒 master at least two of the above skills each

- 🍒 live on a large enough lot to have two homes for both twins and their families

- 🍒 finish the above aspiration each

SWEET / MY ANCESTORS GUIDE THE WAY AND ALLOW ME ANOTHER DAY - after honoring the previous generations with portraits, the fairy queen title finds a new name + instantly switch aspirations to ' fabulously wealthy ' & gain the ' money tree ' reward trait

- 🍒 no small business necessary so long as the paintings remain hung up on your property somewhere

- 🍒 plant the money tree on your property; this is your ancestors giving back for the decades of hard work!

- 🍒 challenge ends when each twin has created a masterwork of their own and the ' fabulously wealthy ' aspiration is completed

🍉🍋🍓🍋‍🟩🍊🍒🍌🍇🥭🍉🍋🍓🍋‍🟩🍊🍒🍌🍇🥭🍉🍋🍓🍋‍🟩

hope you guys like this & have fun if you play! this was my first time ever doing anything like this so be gentle hahaha. i had a lot of fun writing it so i hope it's playable! do let me know!

© JUNIPLAYS 2025

[jyuugyoza]

Six Strings Between Us

pairings: 🍓 x 🍊

genre: Rom-Com, Slow-Burn, College AU, Baddie x Nerdy, Student x Tutor

wc: 9,285

Euijoo just wanted a quiet student and a little extra cash. What he got was Nicholas — hoodie up, boundaries down, and always one step too close.

Chapter I: Learn By Doing

Euijoo never expected much from the flyer he taped outside the campus café:

Private Guitar Lessons – Patient, Experienced, Discreet.

He wasn’t looking for trouble—just some extra income and maybe a student who’d appreciate his carefully labeled chord sheets and structured lesson plans. Someone quiet. Cooperative. Preferably early.

What he got instead was Nicholas.

Late on the first day. Rain in his hair. Shirt slightly wrinkled, a few buttons undone at the chest like he’d thrown it on without a second thought. He walked into the studio like he’d done it a hundred times, dropped his bag beside the stool, and gave Euijoo a once-over that lingered just a second too long.

“You’re the teacher?” Nicholas asked, lips curled in a half-smile.

Euijoo nodded, clutching his clipboard. “Yes. I—um—yes.”

Nicholas slouched into the seat beside him without waiting to be invited. “Cool. I don’t really do boring stuff, so… show me something fun, Teach.”

Euijoo blinked. “I prepared a structured set—basic chords, finger exercises—”

Nicholas’s grin deepened. “You can toss all that if you want. I’m more of a ‘learn by doing’ type.”

From that moment, the lesson slowly dissolved into something Euijoo couldn’t quite label.

Nicholas didn’t write anything down. He barely followed the diagrams. And every time Euijoo reached out to adjust his grip, Nicholas would look at him—steady, teasing—and say things like, “That where you want me?” or “Should I go slower, or is this fast enough?”

He made everything sound suggestive. Maybe on purpose. Maybe not.

But Euijoo felt it.

The shifting space between them. The warmth where their legs brushed. The slight pressure when Nicholas leaned in too close, claiming it was “easier to learn by watching.”

He stayed the whole hour.

And he came back the next week.

And the one after that.

Soon the lessons became a blur of tangled chords, warm laughter, and something unspoken humming in the air. Nicholas didn’t seem to care about improvement. He cared about sitting too close. About hovering behind Euijoo while pretending not to know where to place his fingers. About leaning over him, close enough to count eyelashes.

Euijoo tried to ignore it. Tried to focus on music theory and finger strength and technique.

But every time Nicholas smiled — like he was testing limits, just waiting for Euijoo to crack —

his heart gave the same shaky answer.

Maybe, just maybe… this was more than music.

Chapter II: Wrong Notes, Right Hands

Nicholas is early.

Euijoo nearly spills his coffee when he spots the figure already lounging just inside the studio door — hoodie up, hands tucked in the front pocket, head tilted slightly like he’s been waiting forever.

“You’re… here?” Euijoo asks, blinking.

Nicholas lifts his chin. “Miss me?”

“You’re usually ten minutes late and somehow louder.”

Nicholas shrugs as he steps fully inside. “What can I say? I was excited. You make major chords sound sexy.”

Euijoo chokes on air. “I—what?”

“Joking,” Nicholas says, not sounding sorry at all as he drops his bag and claims the seat. “Unless you liked it. Then I’m serious.”

He sits with one leg stretched out, the other bent lazily as he pulls the hood down just far enough to reveal his smug grin. Euijoo, noticeably taller even while standing stiffly beside him, opens his binder and clears his throat.

“We’re doing chord transitions today. Again.”

Nicholas groans. “Again?”

“You didn’t practice.”

Nicholas picks up the guitar like it’s a prop in a rom-com. “That’s what you’re for.”

“I’m here to teach, not play catch-up every week,” Euijoo mutters.

“Then teach me.” Nicholas grins, eyes flicking up. “I’m ready. Hands-on, right?”

Euijoo sighs and steps closer to adjust Nicholas’s grip on the neck of the guitar. As he leans down, his fingers brush against Nicholas’s — just a moment, soft and accidental.

Nicholas freezes. Then smirks.

“Your hands are cold,” he says quietly.

Euijoo blinks. “I—it’s because I was holding coffee.”

“Mm. Sure.”

Euijoo moves behind him instead, circling to avoid the stare that always makes his brain short-circuit. “Your wrist is too stiff. Relax here—like this.”

He places his hand lightly over Nicholas’s, guiding the angle. Their skin brushes again. Nicholas doesn't move. In fact, he leans back a little — into Euijoo — like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Hey—Nicholas—don’t lean—”

“I’m shorter,” Nicholas says, resting fully back against Euijoo. “Height disadvantage. I need support.”

“You absolutely do not—” Euijoo stiffens, trying to step back, but Nicholas is planted.

“I’m just trying to learn, Teach.” His voice drops, low and infuriatingly smooth. “You always say posture matters.”

Before Euijoo can peel him off, Nicholas shifts the guitar slightly. One hand misses a string entirely, and the neck tips forward—knocking into Euijoo’s thigh.

Nicholas moves to catch it and, once again, his palm lands firmly on Euijoo’s leg.

This time, he doesn’t even pretend to be surprised.

“Oops,” he says, slowly looking up. “Déjà vu.”

Euijoo stares down at him. “Your hand—”

“Right, right,” Nicholas says, withdrawing it with theatrical slowness. “Boundary issues. Got it.”

He stands, slinging the guitar over one shoulder like he’s cool and unbothered. “Guess I’ll behave next time.”

“Next time?” Euijoo echoes.

“Same time. Same seat. Or maybe,” Nicholas says as he reaches for the door, “I try your seat next time?”

The door clicks shut before Euijoo can form a single coherent word.

Chapter III: Play Me Something Real

Nicholas is already there when Euijoo walks in.

Sitting casually on the sofa, hoodie up, fingers idly running across the strings in absolutely no rhythm. He lifts his head when Euijoo steps inside, that familiar smirk already tugging at his lips.

“You’re early,” Euijoo says, brows raised.

Nicholas shrugs, pushing his hood back. “Guess I was... excited for class.”

Euijoo narrows his eyes, walking over with his binder. “You didn’t even touch the warm-ups.”

“Was waiting for you.”

He says it like it’s casual, but the way his eyes trail up to meet Euijoo’s gaze says otherwise. Something in the air is different today — less teasing, more charged.

Euijoo clears his throat. “Let’s go over chord progressions again. G to D to C.”

Nicholas hums as he picks up the guitar. “I already forgot G.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“You wound me.”

“You deserve it.”

Euijoo steps in to adjust Nicholas’s hand, but the moment he leans forward, Nicholas turns — and suddenly, without hesitation, shifts onto the sofa again… only this time, onto Euijoo’s lap.

“What—Nicholas!”

“Shh. I’m trying something.”

“You’re literally—”

“In your lap, yeah.” Nicholas settles comfortably, back pressing to Euijoo’s chest, the guitar laid across both their legs. “Honestly? Feels kind of right.”

Euijoo is frozen stiff, glasses sliding slightly down his nose as his brain works overtime.

“This is completely inappropriate,” he mumbles, but his hands are still on Nicholas’s.

“Cool. Keep going,” Nicholas says easily. “You were saying—D chord?”

Euijoo should push him off. But his hand slides automatically over Nicholas’s fingers, adjusting them one by one, guiding the motion.

And Nicholas… he’s not making jokes now. He’s listening. Leaning back. Breathing slower.

“Your hands are still trembling,” Nicholas says quietly, head tilting slightly so his voice brushes Euijoo’s jaw.

“I’m not used to students sitting in my lap,” Euijoo replies, trying — and failing — to sound stern.

Nicholas hums. “You should charge extra for this kind of lesson.”

“Nicholas.”

“Okay, okay,” Nicholas says — but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t let go. “Can I say something without you kicking me out?”

Euijoo doesn’t respond, but Nicholas turns just enough to glance up at him.

“I like you.”

Silence.

Nicholas’s voice drops.

“Actually... I liked you way before I ever signed up for this class.”

Euijoo’s breath catches.

“I used to see you around campus all the time,” Nicholas continues. “You always looked so focused. So serious. I thought it was cute. I thought you were cute.”

Euijoo’s lips part, but he doesn’t interrupt.

“I kept walking past the café just to see if you were there again. When you put up that flyer? I didn’t need guitar lessons. I just wanted a reason to be near you.”

Euijoo stares down at him, stunned.

“You’re serious?”

Nicholas nods, smiling faintly. “I’d sit in your lap every day if it meant you’d look at me like this.”

Euijoo exhales a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “That’s not exactly romantic.”

“Then let me try again.”

Nicholas gently shifts the guitar aside, turning enough to face him fully — and before Euijoo can overthink it, he leans up and kisses him.

Soft. Real.

Euijoo’s breath hitches — but he kisses him back.

Hands still curled around Nicholas’s waist. Their knees brushing. The guitar forgotten on the floor.

When they finally part, Nicholas stays close, lips hovering just inches away, eyes searching Euijoo’s face like he’s still trying to memorize every detail.

“So,” he says breathlessly, “do I finally pass?”

“You’re still failing.”

“Damn.”

Euijoo exhales a shaky laugh, brushing Nicholas’s hair back gently. “But... you can retake the class.”

“Only if I get this seat every time.”

Euijoo doesn’t push him off.

He just nods. “Deal.”

END.

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