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It's been a while!

Hello everyone! Long time no see! It's been a while since I posted...

So here's an update: https://itch.io/blog/705542/what-is-happening-updates-and-more

tl;dr: Life is truly kicking my ass and it's hard to complete anything. But I am trying to push through to be the best that I can! Hopefully I can start posting again soon!

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Changing - Cenric Afterstory

A/N: Some angst in these trying times

The kitchen was always filled with the best smells. From sweet, to savory, to everything in between, I couldn't help but get hungry as soon as I walked in. Cenric's head was down and his eyebrows were furrowed as he stirred a pot with vigor. I smiled and came up behind him, hugging him tightly. The light and sweet scent of sweat mixed with a deep scent of cinnamon wafted off him. I rested my forehead against his back.

Cenric didn't say anything. I could feel his hand wrap around mine. It's been only several months since the party. Things have definitely slowed down and it seemed like everything was perfect. The cooking lessons have continued, as have the picnic dates and visits to town. There wasn't much talk about our relationship or what we should do. We were just going with the flow. That's all that was.

"Working hard?" I asked, my voice soft. 

He hummed and nodded. "Always."

I pulled away and stood next to him, looking into the pot. "Need a taste tester?"

"Sure! This is for the royal banquet that's soon." 

"Banquet?" I tilted my head as I tried to go through the mental calendar in my head. "Oh! Right, the one with the council! You're gonna try something new?"

"Yep." Cenric grabbed a spoon and dipped it in the pot. He lifted it to my lips. "Open up."

I giggled and took a bite. The flavors burst in my mouth. The soup was flavorful and spicy. There was a light citrus flavor on top. The shredded beef was so tender and juicy. Cenric truly had a gift of cooking. Now, if I only had some tortillas, cheese… this would be perfect. I hummed happily as he fed me another spoonful. He chuckled to himself. 

"You're so cute, you know that right?" He set the spoon down and kissed the top of my head.

"You're one to talk, Mr. Golden Retriever."

"A dog?!"

"A compliment!"

He rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair. "Alright, alright. Want to help me test out some more recipes?"

I shook my head and pouted. "I'd love to but I just wanted to stop by real quick. Lewis is keeping me busy with fixing my reputation among nobles."

Cenric frowned. "Oh. I was hoping we could spend all day together. You know, cook all day, teach you some things. Maybe some…"

I giggled as his face turned red. I stroked his cheek with my hand. "As much as I would love to ditch rubbing elbows with the rich folk and spend all day with you, I really have to do this."

I gave him a kiss before pulling away. He didn't say anything and went back to stirring the pot. He seemed distracted. But he was always distracted whenever he cooked. It's like his mind went elsewhere. I studied him for a second. He seemed… troubled. I sighed and kissed his cheek. His expression relaxed.

"I'll see you later, okay?"

"Alright."

***

I tried hard to get a single moment with Cenric. But it was like it was impossible. Every time I tried going to the kitchen, he was either too busy making a menu or Lewis had me off doing something else. It was frustrating not being able to see the one person that I wanted. And I could tell it was affecting him as well.

The dining room felt suffocating. Six people were stuffed inside the room. Otillia sat on the left side of Lewis while I sat on the right. The rest of the council squeezed next to each other. The conversation was drab. Something about new laws and revising the financial spendings of the kingdom. My only form of entertainment was getting a peek of Cenric as he sent out appetizers for us to eat.

"Lady Davinia, what do you think?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked over to an older gentleman with a scowl. I blinked and put on a fake smile. "I… I believe that King Lewis's ideas are most appropriate."

"Oh, please." The woman sitting next to me rolled her eyes. "She's barely paying attention. She's too busy stuffing her face."

I shrugged. "It's delicious."

Lewis cleared his throat. "Back to the matter at hand-"

"Dinner is served!" Cenric wheeled in a cart filled with food. My eyes widened and I bounced in my seat. He started to explain the dishes. "Today, we have a culinary journey. I studied the food from some neighboring countries and brought to you some staple dishes."

The councilman's nose scrunched as a plate was set in front of him. "We won't be eating what you served at the ball?"

Cenric smiled, though I could tell his jaw tensed. "No, we will not."

"Thank you for the food, Chef Cenric." Lewis said, staring down at his plate.

"I can't wait to-"

I watched in horror as the councilwoman pushed her plate away with a disgusted look. The rest of the council did the same. Otillia looked around, while Lewis gently set down his fork. This couldn't be good. I looked up at Cenric. His fists were clenched at his side, his smile strained. I cleared my throat and took a big bite of food.

"Mmm! Cenric, you outdid yourself. Delicious as always."

"Oh, you glutton." One of the council people rolled their eyes. "You like whatever is placed in front of you."

"Now…" Lewis's voice was filled with warning.

Cenric suddenly spoke up. "I would appreciate it if you all just took a singular bite. I worked hard on these dishes."

"Make me something more… palatable."

There was silence. I could feel the anger inside me boiling. Cenric worked so hard to create food that everyone would like. And yet, these nobles with their heads up their asses were insulting him! The audacity of it all. I slammed down my fork and stood up.

"You are on the council. Please treat the man who so graciously makes you food with respect." I said, my eyes narrowing.

"It's just food." The woman waved her hand. "Calm down. It's not even difficult."

I scoffed. Lewis tried to grab my arm, but I brushed him off. "It is not just food! Cenric's food is a delicacy. He works so hard, and you have the audacity to disrespect him like this?"

"It's fine." Cenric hissed. He turned away. "I quit."

Everyone watched in surprise as he stormed out of the room. I looked around as my heart pounded in my chest. Lewis groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose. I straightened and smoothed the front of my dress. That went horribly. I had to talk to him. I made my way out of the dining room and into the kitchen. Cenric was pacing back and forth.

"Are you okay?"

He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. "I can't do this anymore."

"Hey, it's alright." I stepped closer to him. "They were out of line."

"It doesn't matter. The stress… I can't. I just can't."

"M-Maybe you just need some days off. We can spend some time together. I'll ask Lewis to cut me some slack and then you can get some rest. It'll be okay."

"That's not the point, Davinia! I can't stand it here! Everyone's expectations are too much and I know I'll never be good enough."

"But you're good-"

"No! Everyone just needs to leave me alone." He cut me off, shooting a glare my way. "That includes you."

He threw down his apron and stormed out of the room. I just stared at him in surprise. I had never seen him act this way. Even when he told me about his family and why he came here, he was never this distraught. I was such an idiot. My vision was so clouded by this bright sunshine that Cenric brought, that I didn't see the looming dark clouds that were appearing.

I bent down and picked up his apron. I squeezed it tightly in my hands. I blinked several times as my vision became blurry with tears. I sniffled and tried to steady my breathing. I had never seen him so angry before. The fact that it was directed at me hurt more than I cared to admit. Not like I didn't deserve it. I wasn't being good to him.

Cenric was nowhere to be found. It was as if he completely disappeared from the castle. My hands shook as I ran outside and started to look around. The castle grounds were large, but there was only so far he could've gone. Eventually, I found him sitting at the gazebo where we often sit together and eat. I quietly walked over and sat next to him. His shoulders were shaking.

"How long have you been feeling this way?" I asked softly.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I thought that after the banquet, everything was better. But now I just feel…"

"Alone?"

"Yeah."

My heart broke. His eyes were red from crying and he looked so… torn down. I reached out and grabbed his hand, intertwining my fingers with his. "I'm so sorry. I must've made you feel terrible."

Cenric sighed and squeezed my hand. "Do you… only like me because of my cooking?"

My eyes widened. "What?! Of course not!"

"It feels-"

"Cenric." I grabbed his hands tightly. "That is not true. Yes, I love your cooking. But I love who you are."

"My cooking…" His voice cracked as he started to cry. "It feels like that's all I am. I thought I was doing it because I love it, but now it's like I'm doing this just to see the satisfaction on people's faces. But all I'm met with is disgust. And now I'm disgusted with myself."

"Oh, my love." I whispered, hugging him tightly. "People here don't appreciate you. And they don't deserve your cooking. They don't deserve your hard work and care. I do think… I think that it would be best to quit."

"And? What do I do after?"

"Let's figure it out together, okay?"

Cenric nodded. "But what about the work you have to do?"

"Lewis will survive. Besides, I'm pretty sure I just marked myself as an enemy with my outburst."

He laughed and shook his head. "Thank you for that. And I'm sorry for my words earlier."

"It's alright. You were stressed. Just know that I'll always love you and be there for you."

"I love you too."

Things still felt grim. The future was uncertain. Cenric was practically shaking as he leaned against me. But it would turn out alright. I knew that Cenric was just someone who needed to live freely. Not in the confines of a castle filled with snooty assholes. And I'd do anything to make him happy again. As long as we were together, we can pull through. I believe it.

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A Honeymoon - Lewis Afterstory

A/N: Whooo! An afterstory for The Villainess Just Wants to Eat!! Enjoy <3

I took a deep breath as the wind blew my hair behind me, the sails billowing and propelling the ship forward. The scent of sea salt made me scrunch my nose as I stared out into the vast ocean before me. I had been at sea for two weeks now, and I was more than ready to see land. And, of course, my husband.

As the island came into view, I couldn't help but shake in excitement. It felt like it had taken forever for me to finish up work so I could meet him on his business trip. Did I need to go? Absolutely not. But I wanted to. I missed Lewis and I hated being cooped up in the castle for too long. 

Once the boat docked, I ran down onto the pier without another thought. My eyes were focused on the man in front of me. His hair was blowing in the wind. Dressed casually in a pair of dark slacks and a dark blue dress shirt, he looked as handsome as ever. With a giggle, I hugged him tightly. He stumbled backwards and wrapped his arms around me.

"I've missed you." He murmured, kissing the top of my head. "It's been too long."

I took a deep breath. Lewis's familiar scent of strong tea and a slight woody scent filled me with happiness. "It's only been four weeks."

"Too long." He pulled away and gazed down at me. "Even a day without you is too much." 

There it was. Lewis was never clingy before we got married. But the more time we spent with each other, the more he wanted to be near me. It was a surprise. I never thought he was the affectionate type, much less clingy. I suppose it's like unlocking the final trait of someone in an otome game.

Of course, this wasn't an otome game.

"How's work?" I asked as I reached out and smoothed down his hair. 

Lewis frowned and crossed his arms. "It's fine. Boring, being stuck in all these meetings. Especially since my brothers are here."

Ahh, yes. I had the unfortunate displeasure of getting closer to Lewis's brothers. It's not as if I don't like them, but… They are all a handful. I felt bad for Lewis. With Finnley's passing, he had to take on the role of being the oldest. It stressed him. The twins were causing more than enough trouble and David's playboy activities made newslines. Which wasn't good for a royal family. 

"Don't stress, okay? If you need help, I'm always here."

Lewis chuckled and pulled you closer. He kissed your cheek. "Thank you, my queen. But enough talk about work. This is our honeymoon."

It technically wasn't the honeymoon. It was really a business trip for whatever kingly duties Lewis had. But since we never got a honeymoon after the wedding, he thought this would be a good chance as ever. I wasn't complaining. I could never complain around him. I smiled as he dragged me off the pier and towards whatever he had planned.

"What's first?" I asked, squeezing his hand tightly.

"An adventure of a lifetime."

***

Lewis hated unnecessary spending. He spent days redoing basically the entire kingdom and how each section spent money. It was honestly impressive. So it surprised me when we got to the cabin we were staying in. Well, much less a cabin and more like a mansion. It was a large, two story building built with dark oak logs. To the left side of the house were horse stables. My eyes were wide and I couldn't even say a word before he led me inside. 

The interior was just as breathtaking as the outside. A large fireplace was directly across the open living room. A couch and two comfortable looking chairs sat in front of it. I walked around, taking in everything. When I went to the kitchen, I gasped. There was a large gift basket filled with sweets. Next to the basket was a stack of books. I looked over at you.

"What is all this?"

Lewis shrugged, hiding a proud smile. "Just a wedding gift."

"Just a-" I scoffed and shook my head. "I can't believe this!"

"Don't worry. I have more planned."

"Oh, Lewis!"

I hugged him tightly, immediately burying my face in his neck. When I read anything that was even slightly romantic, I would always get a weird feeling. It wasn't like I was in a rush to get a partner, especially in my previous life. Being able to experience romance for myself felt so entirely different. It was like I was blindsided; tackled onto a big fluffy bed. Everything that Lewis did had me blushing and giggling. I only ever did that while reading! 

He let out a hearty laugh before taking out one of the books. "This is a new release. It's the one that you've been excited about from that author you like."

"Oh!"

"And this-" He grabbed a box from the basket. He opened it up to reveal strawberry shortcake. "Is your favorite dessert. I bought this and several other desserts from the local bakery."

I sighed and took the cake from him. "You really went all out… I'm truly flattered."

"And that's not all. I also have a whole itinerary planned for the month that we're here."

There it is. I giggled to myself and set down the cake. It wouldn't be Lewis if he didn't plan everything out right down to the last second. As he excitedly told me about the whole entire month, I stared at him with hearts in my eyes. I truly, completely, loved this man.

"And then, at the end of the month, we'll-" He stopped talking. His face turned red.

I raised an eyebrow. "And then?"

"Nothing."

"No, what is it?"

He looked away from me. "It's nothing at all."

"You have a surprise, don't you? You hopeless romantic."

He scoffed and shook his head. "I am not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Agree to disagree."

***

The honeymoon was absolutely divine. We explored the kingdom. Lewis had to stop me from trying to buy every piece of food I saw. I had to stop him from trying to cling too tightly. Overall, it was a glorious time. The man knew me inside and out. Each activity he had planned was perfect for both of you. From picnics in flower fields eating the country's delicacies to reading in the expansive library, everything was more than perfect. But I couldn't help but become impatient at what Lewis had planned for the end of the month. 

We rode the horses to a hill nearby our cabin. It had a large tree, perfect for gazing at the sunset. He helped me off the horse, my hand squeezing his tightly. "Is this the surprise? Watching the sunset?"

He rolled his eyes. "Have you been thinking about that our whole trip?"

"Maybe."

He sighed and kissed my cheek. I hummed happily. We walked over to the tree and sat down. His arm was wrapped around me, my head resting on his shoulder. It was like we were two pieces of a puzzle. I was nestled perfectly in his arms. And I didn't want to be anywhere else. 

His hand ran gently through my hair. "Have you been having fun?"

I nodded and looked up at him. I pushed his glasses up his nose. "It's been absolutely perfect."

"I'm glad. I was a bit worried."

I kept my gaze on him. "And why's that?"

"I was worried you were mad at me." He shifted and looked down at me. He cupped my face and gave my nose a gentle kiss. "I've been working a lot since the coronation and our wedding. It feels like I haven't had time for us at all. And making you be on a ship for two weeks just for this honeymoon… I felt as if I was being neglectful."

"Lewis. I know you're busy. I'm satisfied with the way things are. Yes, I miss you, but I can always just stay in your office while you work or we can catch up while we eat. Not to mention we sleep together every night."

His face turned red and he cleared his throat. "I am glad, then. I want nothing more than for you to be happy."

"I am happy. I could never be-"

My words were cut off as Lewis pulled out a small velvet box. I stared at him as he opened the box, revealing a wedding band with a small diamond. My eyes were the size of dinner plates. What was even happening? My heart was pounding in my chest. It was almost deafening, the way it filled my ears. Lewis grabbed my hand.

"Wh-What–"

"We never officially got to do this. And I wanted to. For real. I love you, with all my heart. You're my everything. The reason I get up in the morning. I could not have asked for a more perfect person to spend the rest of my life with. So… Will you marry me?"

I nodded. I couldn't even speak. My lips trembled as he slipped the ring on my finger. I couldn't help but tear up. The pure thoughtfulness of this proposal was enough to make me want to sob for a week straight. It felt like I had been blessed with the most perfect man. I thought they only existed in fiction, yet here he was. A smile on his face. A man that is filled with pure happiness and love.

"Lewis… Oh my god, I love you so much."

"I love you too." He leaned in and kissed me gently. "And I will never stop. You're my soulmate."

I let out a sob and tackled him to the ground in a hug. He grunted, but wrapped his arms around me. Nothing could be more perfect than this. Lewis was perfect. Life was perfect. And I couldn't ask for anything more.

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Ossan Jam 2024

The Ossan Jam 2024 (formerly known as Oji Jam) page is officially up!

Ossan Jam is a visual novel jam dedicated to old men. You must create a visual novel with an old man as the center of attention. This year, we’re taking a much more relaxed approached. Come join us and make VNs about old men!

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Honey So Sweet pt. 1 (Genshin Impact)

Pairing: Childe x Reader, Harbingers x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Childe

A/N: Man, I could deal with Childe if he gave me money

It sucks being broke. You had no luck in job searches and college had ended more than three months ago. The only solace you had was going to the café near campus. It was cheap and quiet most of the time. The only downside was that the coffee sucked. Big time. Your nose scrunched as you set down your mug and deleted yet another rejection email. 

It was raining outside. It seemed to match your mood, the way it poured relentlessly. The gray cloud swallowed up every bit of sunshine there could be. You watched as a flash of bright orange hair flashed past the window. The bell attached to the door rang as a man walked in. He huffed and shook off the water droplets from his hair. His outfit was impeccable. A thick gray wool overcoat covered a nice looking black dress shirt. His matching gray slacks were impeccably clean and tidy, expensive leather Italian dress shoes pulling the whole outfit together. 

Like you, Childe was a regular. More than several times, he had bought you coffee and kept you company as you searched for jobs or studied. As much as you appreciated the company, he was annoying. Not only was he talkative, but he always talked about the expensive items he bought or the lavish trips he went on. You couldn't help the jealousy that grabbed any common sense and destroyed it. You wanted the lavish lifestyle. You wanted to stop drinking bad coffee and get the expensive shit that only tasted slightly better. You wanted to-

"It's pouring down, huh?" Childe pulled you away from your thoughts. He slid a piece of chocolate cake towards you. "I thought I was gonna get soaked."

You hummed and happily accepted the cake. "Maybe you shouldn't wear an expensive coat like that. It could get ruined."

"I'd just buy another one."

There it was. That smirk paired with the nonchalance of spending wild amounts of money. It drove you crazy. You angrily pierced the cake with your fork. For once, you just wanted to live life comfortably. Was it too much to ask? Probably. The world enjoyed laughing at your expense. Your empty wallet was just an ongoing bit. But at least you had free cake.

"Tough day?"

"Another job rejection." You sighed and lowered your head. "Why can't I be rich?"

Childe leaned forward and rested his chin on his hand. "Let me take you out for dinner tonight."

You groaned and shook your head. "Can't. No money."

"I'll pay."

That piqued your interest. You raised your head. "Okay… but where?"

"The new place that opened just outside campus."

"The steakhouse?" You snorted. You couldn't even afford to look at it. "I don't have clothes fancy enough for that. Why don't we just-"

Childe took out his wallet and produced a black card. He held it out to you. Your eyebrows furrowed. Was he just trying to show off his money now? You took the card and turned it around in your hands, studying it. Childe stared at you with a smirk. He was most definitely planning something.

"Buy yourself some clothes. Then go out to dinner with me."

"I couldn't-"

He stopped you, his hands moving over yours. "Yes, you can. You deserve it, okay? Think of it as a gift."

"No one is ever this generous without a hidden motive."

He raised an eyebrow. "I don't have hidden motives. Other than wanting to see you happy for once."

You took a deep breath. What was the worst thing that could go wrong? If anything, you could just return whatever clothes you got after dinner. Your eyes drifted over to your laptop. After months of constant rejections, you did deserve a break. You deserved some happiness. And it wasn't like you didn't trust Childe. At least, you didn't think he would have anything malicious planned. So you nodded and agreed. Nothing bad would happen. Right?

***

The restaurant Childe chose was all the buzz. You heard your classmates dream about even stepping inside. And here you were, your arm looped around Childe's as he led you into the fine dining restaurant. The place was big with a wide open space. Chandeliers decorated the ceiling, the lighting soft and intimate. There was a stage towards the left of the dining area where a grand piano sat. The pianist played music that flowed throughout the building and added to the already romantic atmosphere. This was… a date. 

You looked up at Childe. He had a grin on his face as he held you close. So this was his whole plan. To take you on a date, woo you, shower you with gifts, and then suddenly it's two years later and you're a stay at home housespouse. You took a deep breath and sat down as Childe pulled out your chair. He then walked around and sat, giving you a smile.

"You look gorgeous tonight."

"All thanks to you."

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Did you enjoy shopping?"

"It wasn't bad…" You looked away from him. "It felt kind of awkward. Like I was afraid to buy something too expensive."

"Please, you barely left a dent in my wallet." He picked up the menu then motioned for you to do the same. "Get anything you want."

You picked up the menu. As you expected, everything was out of your price range. Not to mention, you barely understood any of the names on the menu. It was one of those places that didn't have pictures either. You frowned, bringing the menu closer to your face. You peeked over the edge to see what Childe was doing.

He was staring, of course. 

Your face flushed and you brought the menu back up. "So… see anything you like?"

"I was about to ask the same."

"Uhm…" You slowly set down the menu and gave him a sheepish smile. "Why don't you order for me?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. There was definitely something fishy going on here. Childe had never wanted to talk to you so much before. And now he was acting like… he enjoyed pampering you. As the dinner went on and you ate food too fancy for your tastes, your mind tried to find a reason for him doing this. Even as you enjoyed yourself, you couldn't help but think that something deeper was going on. Maybe it was because you felt so out of place. You were a commoner, someone who had to rely on some rich spoiled kid to give you even a singular day of relaxation. 

After dinner, you two were walking back to campus. Childe's arm was looped around yours as he held you close. He felt warm and shielded you from the cool night air. It was silent as you tried to rationalize why someone would ever do something like this for you. Childe pulled you closer. It felt so right, but there was still something off. Eventually, the two of you made it back to your dorm.

"Wanna go shopping this week?" He asked, his eyes trained on you.

You looked up at him. "Me? Why?"

"Because you deserve it. And I want to see how you shop."

"Is this not a waste of money?"

"I'm rich, sweetheart."

You frowned and stopped walking. "Childe, why are you doing this? I'm starting to feel like a sugar baby."

"Hah!" He chuckled and rolled his eyes as he leaned towards you. "Wouldn't be too far off."

You stared at him in disbelief. "Are you a sugar daddy?"

"A new one, yeah. I was getting bored. I wanted to spend my money somehow, so I signed up for this app that hooks up sugar babies to sugar daddies. Or mommies. Or whatever you'd like."

"Okay… but why me? I know for a fact I'm not on that site." You crossed your arms and tilted your head. Was this a blessing in disguise?

He hummed and reached out, pinching your cheek slightly. "Because I couldn't resist that cute sad face of yours."

Your face scrunched up. You couldn't tell if that was a compliment or pity. Either way, it felt weird. So there was an ulterior motive. It may not have been sinister, but it was something different than you expected. You sighed and pushed his hand away. "So I'm your sugar baby?"

He shrugged. "If you wanna be. I'm not the type to force you if you don't want it. It'll be a learning curve for me too."

"I'll… I'll think about it." 

"Great." He leaned in and kissed your cheek. "I'll text you."

With that, he left. Your hand brushed where he kissed you. You went inside, dazed and confused. As you lay in bed in your too expensive dress, you took out your phone. Childe had texted you asking if you got in safe and when you were free next. You sighed and set down your phone. You had to admit, under all the bad vibes you felt, the date was fun. Hanging out with Childe, going shopping… you enjoyed it. Your phone dinged and you got another text.

Childe: "Here's the app in case I'm not enough ;)"

Your eyes widened. He wanted you to have… more? Was this normal? You weren't exactly educated in glucose activities. But… nothing could go wrong. Right? As long as Childe was okay with it, there would be no harm in trying out at least another one. So you downloaded the app. The way it was set up was exactly like a dating profile. You made an account fairly easily. As you swiped right through the ones you didn't like, one caught your eye. He looked well off, brand name glasses perched on his nose and dark long hair put into a neat side ponytail. His eyes were closed in a joyous smile.

"Pantalone, huh? I guess… It won't hurt." And then you swiped left.

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If you didn’t know, I’m also a game dev hehehe

Official Release Date!

Mark your calendars and get those plates ready! You're in for a feast! The full release for The Villainess Just Wants to Eat!! will be on February 14th!

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Are You Delusional!?! (Tokyo Revengers)

Pairing: Mikey x Reader

Word Count: 770

Warnings: Heavy, heavy manga spoilers

A/N: I hate mikey so much I just wanna shake him

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!! BE WARNED!!!

This had to be a joke. There was no way in hell that your boyfriend of six months had just told you that he used to time travel. Sure, Mikey was… eccentric, to say the least. He was truly a nerd past that rough exterior he tries to keep up. Your eyes narrowed as you stared at Mikey. He stared back with a completely serious look. 

"I'm being serious."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am!"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Is this some game you played when you were in that goofy gang when you were younger?"

"It's not goofy!" Mikey's expression formed into a pout as he crossed his arms. "I could call Takemitchy right now and prove it."

You groaned and shook your head. Takemichi was the last person you would trust to prob=ve Mikey's ramblings true. First of all, it was Takemichi. He wasn't exactly the most mature. Second of all, he was one of the main people in Mikey's story. Definitely not a reliable source. So instead, you just flopped back on the floor and closed your eyes. Maybe Mikey would say this was all a joke. A bad one. 

Mikey crawled over to you. His expression was serious, eyebrows furrowed and his mouth drawn in a tight line. He stared down at you. You gave him only a glance before closing your eyes. Mikey huffed and leaned down even closer until you could feel his hair brush your face. You stayed still, even as his lips pressed against yours.

"I'm not lying."

You opened one eye. "Are you trying to convince me with a kiss?"

He shook his head. "I'm being serious. This all happened. Chifuyu knows, and even Hinata knows too."

This made your eyes open fully. Both Chifuyu and Hinata believed all this? Obviously, there had to be some truth. Or maybe everyone was messing with you. Whatever it was, you didn't really want to think about it. You reached up, running your hands through his hair. Mikey always looked so soft. So… squishable. It was hard to believe he had been through so much. You frowned, tugging at his hair.

"Ow, what the fuck?!" He hissed, pulling away from you. "Why did you do that?!"

"Are you seriously telling the truth?"

Mikey frowned and rubbed his head. He nodded once. "Yeah."

"Christ…" You sat up as well and scooted closer to him. "I'm so sorry."

He shrugged it off. "Don't be. I'm over it now."

Over it. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. That's not really what you were worried about. What you were worried about was how Mikey used to act and the way this affected him. Reliving life, not to mention those traumatizing moments over and over? It's not a matter of him saying he's over it, it's a matter of how he handled it. And from what he told you, he didn't handle it well. 

This made your concern for him grow. You took his hand in yours. Honestly, it explained his childish behavior and why he was so infuriating sometimes. Mikey never got the chance to grow up like a normal kid. So he was making up for it with what he was doing now. Your fingers slowly traced over the back of his hand. Maybe you could cut him some slack…

You intertwined your fingers with his. "Are you seriously okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Stop nagging." Mikey pulled you closer to him. 

"Mikey…" You squeezed his hand. "You don't need to act tough anymore. You can lean on me and all your friends, you know?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I'm not a baby."

"No, but you've been through a lot. It must be hard, thinking of all of it. Right?"

Mikey stayed silent. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck. Alright, so he was upset. You sighed and ran your hand through his soft hair. You were his partner… the least you could do was comfort him when he needed it most. Obviously, you didn't want to push him too far. But this is what he needed. He needed to trust someone completely and fully. He needed someone that he could be himself around, with no walls up.

Mikey shifted and hugged you even tighter. "Thank you."

"I'm here for you, you know? I love you."

"I love you too." His lips brushed against your neck. He kissed the skin gently.

You shivered, tugged on his hair slightly. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

He hummed and pulled away, giving you a sleazy smirk. "Is it working?"

"No."

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Until the Final Bullet Pt. 1(Call of Duty)

Pairing: Price x Reader

Word Count: 2020

Warnings: Violence, angst, military men

A/N: Imagine getting stuck in the UK during the apocalypse that would suck

Everyone knew it was coming. Years and years of nonstop war would surely lead to dire outcomes. And that outcome was the apocalypse. What people didn’t know was that the cause was a zombie outbreak. It had to be a zombie outbreak. 

You always told yourself if this ever happened, you would swan dive straight off the roof of a building. Who wants to live a life surrounded by rotting flesh monsters? Not you. It was enough that the apocalypse had broken out while you were on vacation, but the fact that it was zombies made matters worse. Much worse. 

You crouched in the back of an abandoned supermarket. It had taken you days to make your way over here without attracting any attention. Everything was a complete mess. Fires, overturned vehicles, houses ransacked. It was hard to find supplies and it’s only been two months since the outbreak. You took a can of beans and stabbed into the lid with your knife. It made a hissing noise and juice bubbles from the hole. 

Gross. 

Back in the good ole USA, you would’ve been in luck. Every food had much more preservatives than anywhere else. You could’ve had your fill to eat. Yet, you were now eating sad British food. Beans. Not even the good baked beans, with little bacon pieces. Cold, wet, and flavorless beans. You used your knife as a spoon and shoveled them into your mouth. At least it was better than nothing. 

You didn’t know how much longer of this you could take. You missed having junk food for dinner, you missed being able to walk around with the threat of being bit, and you missed fresh. Fuck, you really missed it. Everything stinks literally. As you ate, you thought of what your plan was. Killing yourself? Raiding all the stores you can, gathering supplies, giving them to a group of people, and then killing yourself? No. If things were better and you had a lover, you could've been all poetic and turned with them. Instead, you were lonely.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard a groaning noise. And then several others. The thought of going out by being eaten by a group of zombies was the least appealing way to die. You made your way silently through the supermarket towards the toy section. You grabbed the loudest looking toy you could before heading outside. There was a small horde of zombies just outside. You counted them, for a total of four. You could have easily killed them, but you didn’t want their rotting guts and blood all over you..

You silently opened the door and slid out. With a quick hand, you turned on the toy that’s glaringly loud. You threw the toy as far as possible. The rotting creatures immediately were on high alert and slowly trudged towards the noise. You slowly walked backwards, keeping an eye on them in case they decided to turn around. After going a sizable distance, you turned to escape. Hands grabbed your shoulders.

“Hey there, lass.”

Your immediate reaction was to clock the stranger right in the face. But he was obviously way stronger than you. He grabbed your fist and squeezed it tightly. Your eyes narrowed. The man was tall, with a faux hawk. He had a goofy smile that was a start contrast to his tactical gear that he wore. There was a patch on his vest, Military.

“Let me go.”

“Now, now.” He clicked his tongue, releasing your fist. “I won’t hurt you.”

“That’s what everyone says.” You pushed past him. “Now if you excuse me, I’d like to be away from the horde of zombies before the toy shuts off.”

You started to walk away. He followed, Of course he did. Why wouldn’t he? You try to walk fast to keep your distance, but it was no use. He had on that same goofy smile.

You sighed. “Why are you still following me?”

“Because that was a good trick you used. Using toys to lure the zombies away. How did you come up with it?”

“I didn't. I saw it in an anime.”

“Oh.”

“Why are you following me?”

The man grinned, the lilt of his accent heavy. “I’m not. I just happen to be going in the same place.”

You got even more suspicious. You had to run into your fair share of people that seemed friendly, but would end up robbing you blind. Of course, you’ve seen enough zombie movies and played enough games to know better. Your hand rested on your knife holster. You gripped the handle, ready to strike.

“My name is Soap, by the way.”

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow and he nodded. You scoffed. “Ironice. You smell like ass.”

“Not worse than the zombies though, right?”

“No comment. Now stay away.”

You kept walking. The man, Soap, didn’t listen to you. You didn’t know where you were going, exactly, but you knew you didn't want it to be around this man. So you kept walking through the empty streets, hoping that he took the hint and left. But he didn’t. He also wouldn’t stop yapping about some random shit that you had no interest in. Ten minutes later, your knife was pressed against his neck.

“Stop following me or I’ll kill you.”

“That won’t be necessary.” A deeper, much darker voice said from behind you. You could feel the tip of a gun barrel now pressed against the back of your head. You closed your eyes and slowly lowered the knife. You turned to see the man. This guy was even bigger. The clothes he wore were similar to that of Soap’s. He wore a skull mask, making him even more intimidating than the other guy. There was no way you could take them. In a fight, of course.

“Using a gun? Really?”

The skull face shrugged. “I don’t see any zombies around here.”

“Yeah, that’s what they all say. Then they’re eaten.”

Soap laughed. “You’re a pessimistic one, aren't you?”

I just rolled my eyes. “Whatever. I won’t cause trouble , so let me leave.”

“No can do, sweetheart.” Skull face replied. He placed the gun back in its holster. “You shouldn’t be traveling around.”

“Ghost is right.” Soap said, crossing his arms.

Great. Two big and buff guys won’t let you leave. This is just peachy. You hated being a group, but you hated military men even more. They were nothing but disgusting and violent assholes that are no longer barred by the law. Bad news. But what was pissing you off even more was the fact that they assumed you couldn’t take care of yourself. Which you totally could.

“I’m fine on my own.”

Ghost eyed you. “With as frail as you look?”

“I hate British food.”

“Can you even use anything other than a knife?”

“I can use a bow or crossbow.”

“No guns?” Soap asked.

You shook your head. “Guns are too loud. Plus it’s hard to find bullets.”

“Then come with us. We’ll help.” Ghost said. “We have a whole entire base filled with food,water, and weapons.”

“No. I don’t trust the military.”

“Special forces, lass. We’re special forces.”

“Doesn’t make a difference. Goodbye.”

They didn’t try to stop you. Instead, they followed. If you were stronger, you would have killed them on the spot. But alas, you were just a normal citizen. Kind of. Your eyes scanned the terrain as you walked. There were always at least one or two zombies around. And as if on cue,  one appeared hobbling down the street.

“I got it.” Soap said, taking out his gun.

“Don’t-“

It was too late. Soap shot the zombie straight in the head. The sound was loud and rang out in the empty streets. That’s when the rest of the horde showed up. There must have been ten of them, if not more. You facepalmed, angrily turning to face the two military men.

“Are you guys idiots?”

“Watch it.” Ghost growled. “This isn’t the time to insult us.”

Soap frowned. “It seemed clear enough.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s how it always is. If there’s one zombie, always assume here’s more. I thought the special forces were supposed to be smart.”

Instead of listening to what they have to say, you quickly ran ahead, looking for cover. There was a large walled area ahead. The walls were made of makeshift metal haphazardly welded together. In front of those walls were bushed that you promptly hid yourself in. You stayed completely still as the horde made their way to the noise. This wasn't going to be your problem to deal with. As soon as the horde descended on the two military idiots, you'll make your escape. 

A loud boom shook your body. You clamped your hands over your ears and your eyes squeezed shut. Before you could even get your bearings, the noise happened again. More gunshots joined in. It was official. You probably were going to die here because of the trigger happy men around you. You tried to make yourself as small as possible and wait for a moment of silence. If that would ever come.

"Kid."

You kept your hands over your ears, even as the cacophonous shooting stopped. A hand clamped down on your shoulder. The rancid scent of rotting flesh didn't immediately hit your nose, so you knew that this was a human. You slowly opened your eyes and lowered your hands. As you stood up, you saw that Ghost, Soap, and two strangers were staring at you. You cleared your throat awkwardly.

"So… y'all always attract zombies like this?"

Ghost scoffed. "Thanks for running away. Real tough, huh?"

"Okay," You crossed your arms. "It's not my fault you decided to be an idiot and use a gun to kill a zombie."

"Enough." The man with the bucket hat and mustache stepped in front of you, blocking your view of Ghost. "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

His eyes were kind and soft as they traveled over your face. His hands were on your shoulders, giving you a reassuring squeeze. A sense of comfort washed over you. It had been a while since you felt this way. You nodded silently.

He gave you a smile. "Good, good. I'm Captain John Price. You can call me Price."

Your nose scrunched and that comfort morphed into disdain. "And I'm making my leave."

"Aww, c'mon!" Soap whined your name. His lips formed a pout. "We just saved you from a horde of zombies!"

"That you guys attracted! I'm not staying with a bunch of trigger happy military freaks."

"Price…" Ghost warned, his eyes boring into yours. "Do something."

Price waved his hand to calm Ghost down. He then gave you another smile, his eyes crinkling. "Stay with us just for the night, sweetheart. You can have a shower and some food. Then after you're rested, you can make your decision."

You hesitated. You had enough food and you knew how to survive a night out here. But a shower? You looked at the group of men. Maybe while they were asleep you could snag some stuff for yourself and then leave without them ever knowing. You nodded once. Price's smile went to a full on grin filled with sunshine. 

"Great. Come this way."

The makeshift wall had a gated entrance just a couple of meters away. Your eyes widened as the group led you into their base. And it was a big base. Trucks, a tank, several buildings, and a long row of tents were spread out before you. People milled about. From soldiers to families, it looked like a whole town. A sinking feeling filled your stomach. You never did well around big groups around this. It always ended up badly. 

Your steps slowed down. "Uh… I-I think I changed my mind."

Soap linked his arm around yours. "Don't be scared, lass. We don't bite."

"That's not-"

"You're staying here and that's final." Ghost grumbled, coming up on your other side. They had blocked you in. 

"I'm so going to regret this."

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Repost for his bday <3

Tighnari Birthday Headcanons

A/N: I love him so much it’s literally insane happy bday ‘Nari <3 (this was when it was his birthday I just wanna post it earlier)

He’s the type to always be busy on his birthday

The job of a Forest Watcher isn’t easy, you know

Still, he will try and find some spare time to spend this special day with the ones he loves

If he’s out on patrol, he’ll take his time. Maybe even gather some extra ingredients or specimens to study all for himself

He’ll go to that secret spot for some relaxation

Sit around, watch for some Aranara (they still haven’t appeared) 

Then when he gets back….Surprise!!!

He finds you smiling and holding a cake, with all the rangers and his friends behind you

He can’t help but be surprised, his ears twitching in amusement

“A party! You all shouldn’t have!”

The cake is decorated in flowers and he walks up to you and starts rambling about the types

“You know, this flower is actually quite sweet already on it’s own. However, paired with this flower I think that-”

“Happy birthday ‘Nari”

He smiles at you and pats the top of your head

“Thank you, little fox.”

And then he would have fun with all of his friends and it’s super sweet and I LOVE IT

Bonus: I think Cyno would try to put on a comedy show as a gift to Tighnari, but Tighnari keeps begging him to stop and it’s really funny

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Not So Sweet (Genshin Impact)

Pairing: Neuvillette x gn!Reader

Word Count: 943

A/N: Okay, I'm slowly getting back into fic writing. I have lots planned! For now, have a bday Neuvi fic

The first birthday you spend with your significant other is always the most important. Especially when your boyfriend is the Iudex of Fontaine. It was common knowledge that he was the busiest person in the nation. Which is why you paced back and forth, gazing at the pastries before you. Neuvillette would no doubt be working, even on his birthday. Was it even worth it to try and get him something? Would he be too busy to even notice it?

"Do you know what you want?" The employee asked, gazing at you with a curious expression. "Are you… shopping for someone?"

You hummed, your eyes scanning the display one more time. Finally, you straightened. "I'd like the small dark chocolate cake please. And a box of macarons."

If Neuvillette didn't like the sweets, at least Furina would eat it. The initial plan was to leave Neuvillette alone all day. You didn't want to add the stress of coming in unannounced. Then, when he got home, you would be waiting with the cake and a smile. As the employee boxed up the cake, your hands nervously wrung together. This would be fine, right? He wouldn't sneer at you for getting a cake. He wouldn't see birthdays as childish and something useless to celebrate? No, probably not. Neuvillette was surprisingly soft and understanding. 

The whole day seemed to pass with you anxiously trying to find something to do. It took everything in you to just not go to his office, pull him away from his work, and spend the whole entire day spoiling him to pieces. It's what he deserved. At first glance, Neuvillette came off as a stoic and aloof work-obsessed man. That's how you thought of him when you first met as well. But the more you got to know him, the more adorable he seemed. He was just a giant softie.

You heard the door open. You quickly got everything ready. You took out the cake and stuck in a candle. As his steps got closer, you lit the candle and then got into position. You held the cake and smiled brightly. Neuvillette walked in the room. You started to sing happy birthday until you saw the deep frown etched on his face. You stopped and stared at him. He stared back. Why was he not happy? Did you do something wrong? You hold the cake out.

"Uhm… h-happy birthday?" You asked, worry starting to fill you. Neuvillette tried to reply, but his face turned red and he looked away. Rain started to pour. "What's wrong?!"

He didn't say anything. You blew out the candle and set the cake down. You gently tugged on his hand. Neuvillette turned around, his gaze trained downwards. Did you truly mess up so badly that he wanted to cry? Your hands cupped his face so you could see his eyes. They were tired. You silently cursed yourself. Of course he didn't want to be surprised like this after a long day of work. That was so stupid of you. You didn't even ask how his day was, You just immediately busted out the cake and-

Neuvillette's lips pressed against yours. His hands moved from your shoulders to your waist. Just as you were about to deepen the kiss, he pulled away. "Thank you."

"You… you didn't hate the surprise?" 

He chuckled and shook his head. "I loved it. I was just… I didn't think you would do anything."

"What?" You frowned and brushed his cheek with your thumb. "Why not?"

"I don't know. I suppose I was waiting the whole day for you to come in. But you never did."

"I-I thought you'd be busy working."

He hummed and took your hands in his. "I was. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't have loved for you to come in. Besides, the Melusines and Furina kept me busy by dropping in with gifts."

"Oh."

Guilt filled you. You haven't even thought about what the Melusines and Furina would do. It was rude of you to think that he would be alone all day. Especially since Furina… existed. As Neuvillette walked over to the cake and bent down to inspect it, you ran a hand through your hair. The best you could do now is just try to make it up to him. You silently cut a piece of cake and handed it to him. The rain had cleared up by now, yet your mood was still sour.

"What type of cake is this?"

"Dark chocolate." You mumbled as you sat down at the table.

"Oh. Not too sweet. Perfect." Neuvillette took a bite. As much as he seemed to enjoy it, you still pouted to yourself. Your boyfriend held out a bite of cake. "Say 'aah'".

"Neuvillette, I really am sorry. I wanted to make your first birthday with us together perfect. But I made you feel unloved instead."

Neuvillette slowly set down the fork. His hand cupped your cheek. "I am not upset, my love. I am definitely not upset now. You surprised me with a cake and your beautiful smile. What more could I want?"

"I know, but-"

"It's alright. I am happy to spend the rest of the day with you."

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as you could. "I love you, Neuvillette."

"I love you too." He said your name with such joy and care, it almost melted your heart.

As he pulled away, you gave him a smile. "Now… I have a whole box of imported bottles of water with your name on it. Shall we enjoy it?"

Neuvillette's eyes lit up and he nodded. "Yes please!"

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Tighnari Birthday Headcanons

A/N: I love him so much it’s literally insane happy bday ‘Nari <3 (this was when it was his birthday I just wanna post it earlier)

He’s the type to always be busy on his birthday

The job of a Forest Watcher isn’t easy, you know

Still, he will try and find some spare time to spend this special day with the ones he loves

If he’s out on patrol, he’ll take his time. Maybe even gather some extra ingredients or specimens to study all for himself

He’ll go to that secret spot for some relaxation

Sit around, watch for some Aranara (they still haven’t appeared) 

Then when he gets back….Surprise!!!

He finds you smiling and holding a cake, with all the rangers and his friends behind you

He can’t help but be surprised, his ears twitching in amusement

“A party! You all shouldn’t have!”

The cake is decorated in flowers and he walks up to you and starts rambling about the types

“You know, this flower is actually quite sweet already on it’s own. However, paired with this flower I think that-”

“Happy birthday ‘Nari”

He smiles at you and pats the top of your head

“Thank you, little fox.”

And then he would have fun with all of his friends and it’s super sweet and I LOVE IT

Bonus: I think Cyno would try to put on a comedy show as a gift to Tighnari, but Tighnari keeps begging him to stop and it’s really funny

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First Snow (BNHA)

Pairing: Various pro heroes x GN!reader

A/N: Yesterday was the first snow for me, so I wanted to do some romance headcanons! And since I haven’t done BNHA, I decided this was the perfect time!

I’m also gonna try a new format where I just write little blurbs instead of using bullet points!

Characters: Endeavor, All Might, Hawks, Mirko, Fat Gum, Aizawa, Present Mic

Endeavor:

He’s not the type to care about things like the first snow. He doesn’t romanticize small moments in life, and that includes the first snow of winter. You’re in his office looking out the large windows as the snow falls. He glances over from his desk and sees your attention focused on seemingly nothing. Enji would then walk over to see what you’re looking at.

“What is it?”

“Snow.” Your eyes are sparkling.

He’s never seen someone so enamored with it before. But it’s…surprisingly endearing. He’ll wrap his arm around you, a rare show of affection.

“It’s beautiful.”

All Might:

I think he would be shy about loving the first snow. He doesn’t want to show his excitement or the warm feeling that spreads through him when he realizes that it’s snowing. But you notice. 

“Yagi, it’s snowing!”

“I see that, my dear.”

“Come on!!”

Hawks:

Totally uses the romantic connotations to bring the charisma. You two are out on a date. The third date. The butterflies of a new relationship are fresh in your stomach and causing quite the commotion. After going to a cafe, you now roam the streets for something else to do. You feel something wet on your nose. Then the wind picks up. A blizzard.

“Woah, there.”

Hawks uses his wings to shield you from the sudden onslaught of snow. You’re pressed between his wings and chest. You look up and he stares down at you. 

“Are you cold?” He whispers.

You nod slightly. “A little.”

“Let me help.”

He leans in and kisses you gently. It’s warm and tastes of hot chocolate. You want to pull him closer and melt into his warmth. He pulls away and smiles.

Mirko:

She’s sooo excited! It snowed over night, and the ground is covered in a thick layer of soft powdery snow. It’s practically blinding, with how glittery and white it is. Mirko is bouncing around, leaving footprints (paw prints??) all over. You watch with love in your eyes. It’s always so comforting to see your love happy.

Until you get hit in the chest. By a snowball. That she threw. Your eyes narrow as she stands there, snickering with a devilish smirk.

“Are you challenging me, Mirko?”

“Are you going to accept?”

Fat Gum:

Winter!! His favorite time of year. I think this is the season he feels most helpful to people. You watch as he gives a kid a hug, the kid sinking into your boyfriend. You giggle as Fatgum digs him out and gives him a pat on the head.

“Make sure to dress warmer next time, ok?”

“Yes sir!”

The kid bounds off. Fatgum pulls you to his side and kisses the top of your head. You look up at him with a pout.

“What is it, dumpling?”

“I’m a little jealous.” You poke his side. “Everyone gets to hug you.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Well…you get parts of me no one else does. And we get to do things no one else can do with me.”

“Like?”

He pulls you in for a kiss. You were just playing, but it’s nice to feel reassured that he still loves you. Sometimes dating a pro hero can be hard. When he pulls away, the two of you notice it’s snowing.

“Look! No one else can kiss me under the first snow!”

“Alright, alright. Let’s go warm up with some food.”

Aizawa:

Hates the cold. Hates it! He doesn’t go out in the first place, but now he wants to go out even less. The two of you are sitting on the couch, his head in your lap as you idly brush your fingers through his hair. The two of you often spent your time like this. Silence, comfort from each other’s presence. It was much needed for the stressful lives you both lived.

“Cold.” He murmured and lifted his head. 

You shifted and wrapped your arms around him. “Better?”

He let out a sigh. “Yeah.” There was a small pause before he spoke again. “It’s snowing.”

You look outside. “Huh. It is.”

Present Mic:

God, this goof. He makes a big deal out of everything. It’s cute, in all honesty. 

“And today I am joined by my lovely partner! Say hi!”

“Hello listeners!!”

“Aren’t they the cutest?”

It wasn’t often you were on his radio show. You preferred listening to it (and most of the time you weren’t awake). However, he had invited you to be a special co host just for today.  “My love! Do you know why I called you here today?”

“I do not.”

“Listeners, if you look outside you’ll see that it’s snowing. The first snow of winter!”

You smile. You still didn’t understand, but it was endearing seeing him work.

He continued talking into the mic. “First snow can signify a lot of things. For me, it signifies my first love and how precious they are to me. Every moment, every word, everything about them is important. So, I want you to tell the person who you love how much they mean to you. And here’s our first song of the night…”

The song started playing as you stared at your partner with tears in your eyes. He muted his mic and gave you a goofy smile. 

“Did you like it?”

You push his shoulder. “Hizashi, you big goof! You could’ve told me to just tune in!”

“But I wanted to see your reaction in real time!”

“I love you, idiot.”

“I love you too.”

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A3 Reactions To:

A3 Reactions to: calling them beautiful

Spring Troupe:

Sakuya (P):

He will smile that bright smile of his

And you just say “Has anyone told you how beautiful your smile is?”

He’ll get slightly embarrassed 

“No…thank you.”

“I’ll just have to tell you more often then!”

Pat his head (threatening)

Masumi (P):

Masumi doesn’t necessarily enjoy being called beautiful 

He tends to like more masculine terms like handsome

But sometimes compliments just come out naturally, and you happened to call him beautiful

He’ll get bashful. Any praise from you is good praise

Then he’ll start trying to get called that more

Tsuzuru (R):

It catches him off guard

“Tsuzuru, I just can’t get enough of your beautiful writing. It’s just like you.”

“Beautiful?” He’ll ask

“Of course!”

He smiles to himself. He doesn’t really know how to respond

Instead, he’ll just lean in closer and ask for your favorite moments in his writings

Itaru (R): 

You two are messing around on a game

You decide to distract him and call him beautiful

“That won’t work” 

It does

He loses

Prepare for payback

Citron (R):

Call him beautiful, and he’ll immediately call you beautiful back

He gets all flirty, methinks

Starts to play with your hair, gives you a smile

“You really think I’m beautiful?”

Chikage (R): 

Chikage will use this against you

“What about me is so beautiful?”

You’ll get flustered as you try and list all the qualities about him 

With every word, he gets closer and closer

And then he leans down and-

AAAAAAHHHHH

Summer Troupe:

Tenma (R):

Little bitch Tenma would act like a typical tsundere

You call him beautiful after seeing him in a commercial

“What? Don’t call me that!”

“Why not?”

“It’s embarrassing!”

“But it’s cute when you’re embarrassed!”

“Ugh.”

Yuki (P): 

Yuki would get shy, but feels very proud

You compliment him, his outfits, and his ability to look good in anything

No one in this whole entire game knows how to take a compliment, including Yuki

He would be smiling to himself the rest of the day though

It’s so adorable

Muku (P):

“Muku!! The world’s most beautiful prince!!”

“Ahh!!” Why would you say that?! Now he won’t be able to focus!

His face is red for the rest of the day and whenever he sees you

It’s adorable

Call him that every once in a while to throw him off guard

Misumi (P):

It’s hard complimenting Misumi

The best you could come up with is “You’re like a beautiful triangle”

It works, because his eyes are sparkling and he has a giant smile

He then gets all serious and says 

“You are like a precious triangle that shines in the moonlight”

Surprisingly sweet

Kazunari (R): 

Ok I lied, maybe Kazunari is the only one who knows how to take a compliment

“You think so? Thanks!”

He smiles and then compliments you back with no effort

Damn extroverts that are good at people pleasing

But it’s fun to compliment him (he will brag about it)

Kumon (P):

Kumon doesn’t think he’s beautiful

He just kinda…doesn’t think about his appearance that much at all

So when you call him beautiful, he’s taken aback

He’ll kinda switch the subject and say it’s a part of a nutritional diet

Whatever tf that means

Autumn Troupe:

Sakyo (R):

“You’re beautiful.”

Sakyo would lean back, a blush spreading from the center of his face outwards until it reaches his ears

He would scowl, pushing you away

“Don’t say that!”

Just smile and say “I’m only speaking the truth!!”

He’ll leave from embarrassment after mumbling out a thank you

Juza (P):

Juza (derogatory) kinda glares at you

Not in a mean way, but in a “wtf” way

His heart is pounding into his chest because who in their right mind would call him beautiful?

You’re not in your right mind, obviously

Juza will eventually mutter out a “thanks” and then run away never to be seen again

Banri (R):

“Ya think?”

He gives you a goofy ass smile and then (roughly) pats your head

He laughs his cute little laugh and your heart melts

“I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true”

“Ok, that’s enough”

He’ll  get “annoyed” and then try and change the subject

Rare embarrassed Banri!!!

Omi (R):

Omi (sobs) would have a really sweet reaction

He’ll gasp a little bit and go “you don’t have to say that”

“But I do! People should state the obvious”

I feel like he would click his tongue and hug you

God, I wanna hug him

Taichi (P): 

“Taichi!! Oh, I love the outfit today! You look beautiful today.”

“Thank yo- what?!”

He’ll be so surprised like :o

He seriously doesn’t know what to do and starts stuttering out some responses

“Why didn’t you just call me cool?!?”

Runs away crying

Azami (P):

Ok I lied again, Azami takes compliments like a pro

“Wow! You’re really beautiful today, Azami”

“I tried out some new skincare products. These ones may be expensive, but give a really good glow and smooth finish”

“Show me your ways”

On the inside, he’s smiling like a doofus, but on the outside he’s seriously teaching you about skincare

Winter Troupe:

Tasuku (R): 

Tasuku wouldn’t really know how to react

He just kind of stares at you blankly

“…Why?”

“Because you are.”

“Oh. Thank you?”

You think his reaction is funny so you keep calling him beautiful whenever you get the chance

Homare (R):

Oh god, here comes the theatrics (i love it)

“Beautiful? Beautiful?!?! My dear, my beauty cannot be compared to that of yours. Your beauty is like-”

He starts rambling on and on

Of course you’re listening, but you’re also smiling at the way the tips of his ears are tinted red and his words slightly shake from embarrassment 

So cute

Tsumugi (R):

Give him a flower that means beauty and suddenly whoosh

He’s blushing and laughing that cute awkward laugh of his

“Are you trying to say something?”

“I’m trying to say you’re beautiful.”

“Hehe…thank you.”

He likes that flower a lot more now

Azuma (R):

Damn it…this bastard gets called beautiful all the time!

You can’t even get out the compliment

“Hmmm? What is it? You’re stuttering.”

Yeah, anyone would stutter with Azuma looking at them like they were a dessert!! 

“Just that you’re- uhm…really..prett- I mean. You’re beautiful.”

Why are you the only one flustered in this situation?

Hisoka (R):

“You look so beautiful when you’re sleeping…”

You only whisper it so he can’t hear

Yet he suddenly shifts and grabs your hand

You both know he’s pretending at this point but…

You don’t say anything. Just watch him and smile

Guy (R):

“You’re beautiful .”

“Hmmm.”

That was his response. You didn’t know why you called him that, it just happened

Now you’re both standing there awkwardly

He’s just staring at you

You’re fidgeting and getting uncomfortable…

“Thank you.”

Finally a response with a small smile

Your heart skips a beat 

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

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