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atsumu stares at the drawing of himself that you made. inspired by a popular couple challenge, you both wanted to paint each other in 30 minutes and share the final products at the end.
"that looks nothing like me! why is my hair so yellow?" he complains.
"that's because it is yellow," you answer matter-of-factly.
he scrutinizes the painting more closely. "you drew me with a comically evil smile."
"to capture your essence when you're playing on the court," you reply. "anyways let's see your painting then, picasso."
atsumu's mood shifts as he sheepishly turns the canvas around to reveal what you can only assume to be a portrait of yourself. except it might've been the most hideous, color-clashing thing you've ever seen.
"i look awful!" you say incredulously through a fit of laughter.
"don't laugh!" atsumu exclaims. "i put a lot of effort into it. yer just too beautiful to capture in a painting."
"your flattery will get you places," you remark. "though not in the art world. i think you should stick to volleyball."
"yer just too scared to admit that i'll be creatin' the modern day mona lisa soon. with some practice, my stuff's gonna be in famous museums."
you can't help but chuckle at his obvious exaggerations. "whatever you say, 'tsumu. and pigs'll start flying in the sky tomorrow."
eventually, the two of you decide that painting just isn't for either of you. but despite the comical ugliness of the portraits, they're still displayed on the walls of your shared living room.
I hope every single person who puts nice comments in tags under reblogged art knows that you you guys are the backbone of society. Being an artist online sucks these days, but here on tumblr I still get compliments under artworks that I made years ago. I hope you know every WOW and heart emoji and heartfelt compliment and funny comment you left in the tags is part of the reason I kept drawing all these years, in spite of everything that was going on.
I've been screenshotting the nice tags I get for years, and at this point it would be literal thousands of lines if I still had my old files. I love u tumblr users <333333333
ᝰ.ᐟ your roommate, nerd!cho, is secretly a panty thief! ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
roommate!nerd!cho is incredibly quiet and keeps to himself when you first move in. he's a big, awkward computer science major who basically lives in front of his monitors, wearing hoodies that are three sizes too big and constantly pushing up his glasses. he used to get so tongue-tied and red just saying "hi" to you in the hallway.
roommate!nerd!cho takes a while to warm up, but once he gets comfortable, he’s the sweetest guy ever. he'll quietly fix the wi-fi before you even have to ask, or leave a donut on the counter for you. he's just really gentle, thoughtful, and incredibly nice to have around the apartment.
roommate!nerd!cho agrees to a simple laundry system with you to keep things running smoothly. you always put your clothes in the wash first thing in the morning. by the time he goes to do his, your turn is done and you’re already gone to your morning classes. it works perfectly every single week.
roommate!nerd!cho has a massive, secret crush on you that he keeps bottled up inside. he thinks you are way too pretty and completely out of his league, so he just admires you from a distance. because he’s so shy, he never plans on doing anything about it—but holding these heavy feelings in for so long makes him incredibly touch-starved and desperate for any connection to you!
roommate!nerd!cho finds a pair of your light pink cotton panties with a little white lace trim stuck to one of his hoodies. he's sorting his laundry on a tuesday morning when he sees them. "h-huh? w-what the..." his face goes bright red and his heart starts hammering. he knows he should just leave them on the counter, but looking at them triggers a dark, needy urge he didn't even know he had.
roommate!nerd!cho pockets them instead of returning them. his hands shake like crazy as he stuffs your pink panties into his pocket, quickly throws his clothes into the washer, and runs back to his room to lock the door.
roommate!nerd!cho collapses against his door and pulls the panties out. he holds the soft cotton to his face and takes a deep breath—smelling your laundry soap and the warm, sweet scent of your skin. it completely ruins him. he's so excited and hard that his dick is already leaking through his sweatpants.
roommate!nerd!cho babbles total filth to himself in a messy, breathless whimper as he pulls his pants down. he wraps your pink underwear tight around his shaft and starts jerking off. "oh my god—you smell so good," he groans, his glasses getting all foggy from his hot breath. "i'm so sorry—fuck—i'm such a disgusting freak... but haah—want you so bad." he strokes himself faster and faster while picturing your body, until he blows a huge, messy load right inside your underwear, completely ruining them.
roommate!nerd!cho realizes there is no way he can wash the sticky stains out without you finding out. shaking and sweaty, he hides his ruined prize in the very back of his desk drawer, tucked behind his computer parts where you'll never look.
roommate!nerd!cho gets totally hooked after that first time. doing laundry isn't a chore anymore; it’s his favorite part of the week. he starts offering to carry the baskets just to sneakily look through your clothes. soon, he steals a black silk thong, and then a pair of white boy-shorts with a tiny red bow on them.
roommate!nerd!cho gets greedy one weekend when you stay overnight at a friend's place. being all alone in the apartment makes him bold, and he steals two pairs at once: a sheer lavender mesh pair and some comfy grey cotton ones you usually wear to sleep.
roommate!nerd!cho uses both at the same time to get off. he wraps the tight lavender mesh around the bottom of his dick for friction, while keeping his face buried in the grey cotton. he actually licks the middle of the grey pair, trying to taste you, whimpering and begging for the real thing while he messes up another pair of your clothes.
roommate!nerd!cho starts worrying that you'll notice your underwear is missing. to keep you from getting suspicious, he carefully hand-washes the cleaner ones in his bathroom sink, dries them in his room, and sneaks them back into your clean basket. but he never gives back his favorites—especially the ones that smell the most like you.
roommate!nerd!cho sits across from you at the table the next day, looking like a totally innocent, sweet roommate as he drinks his coffee. when you complain about losing your favorite pink underwear, he just gives you a shy, sympathetic smile. but underneath the table, his dick is throbbing hard, knowing those exact pink panties are stuffed inside his pillowcase so he can sleep on your scent every single night.
iwaizumi hajime (32) athletic trainer in this. you having full control over him, melting like putty in your hands every time you graze his dick and as much as he hates to admit it, he has sensitive nipples and whimpers loudly when you touch them. timeskip!iwa who's struggling against the restraints, his pecs and biceps even more defined, his thighs and abs tensing at your touch. hips bucking upward but oh to no avail. instead of relief, his syrupy tip catches on the rough fabric of his slacks. his pleas consisting of muffled "please touch me", "please let me cum" and "please use me" against the cover on his mouth. he'd have glassy eyes once you pry the blindfold off and he'd immediately beg you to ride his face. when it's all over, you get to admire the nylon marks over his beautifully tanned skin.
that's it. i'm going fucking nuts over this video man😮💨
SFW. Which genshin impact characters would be great fathers and the type of dad each of them would be.
Including VARKA, DILUC, NEUVILLETTE, and THOMA.
VARKA
Of course I needed to start this list with the father of Mondstadt, the Knight of Boreas, the great and lovely golden retriever man. He'd be such a protective father, but not in the "don't do this" way to his kids, but in the "do it, I'll make sure you stay safe" way.
He would write tons of letters to his kids whenever he's on a mission, promising them lots of adventures, fun and interesting stories the moment he's back. He'd hug and carry them all the damn time, and he'd love to ruffle their hair.
Varka wouldn't scold his kids that much, mostly because he's part of the problems sometimes, but he'd definitely have some serious talks with them if he considers it necessary (or if you do).
He'd definitely be a fun dad, always able to keep up with his children's energy somehow, and making sure they get enough sleep after playing with them when he's free, or whenever he manages to escape from his Grandmaster's duties. A big smile on his face as he hides from Jean with his kids.
DILUC
He would be the type of dad that makes sure his kids have everything they need or please. They want some apples? Sure, Diluc already has three full packages on its way to their home. They need some dandelions? No problem, he already bought and even collected a big amount. He'd make sure his children never lack anything.
He's not the clingiest person, not even with his kids, but he'd always kiss them goodnight. A sweet peck on their forehead as he tucks his little ones to bed. And if he had girl, Diluc would let her play with his soft red hair, letting her do his ponytail even if she's still not the best at it.
He'd adore and protect them just as much as he'd do with his lover, always doing anything that seemed necessary to maintain a peaceful life for his treasured family. I believe he'd be a bit strict, though, but not that much, he just doesn't want anything bad happening to them.
Diluc's love for his kids wouldn't be loud, it wouldn't be a blazing fire. Instead, it would be a warm and cozy flame, making them feel safe and guaranteeing even a little light on their stormy dark nights.
NEUVILLETTE
He is a busy man, I know, but I'm also sure he'd make his best to spare some time with his kids. He'd value honesty and transparency with his children, hence his effort to build a trustful relationship with them.
He'd definitely be a gentle dad, unable to see his little ones cry and not even give them a deep, sweet hug. He'd probably end up with teary eyes himself — silvery clouds threatening to rain over Fontaine for a few minutes, but he'd let his kids feel what they need to feel, murmuring a soft "it's okay, darling, dad's here" without letting them go.
He'd be so caring and so loving, even if it's in discreet ways. He'd care for his children way more than people would notice; someone observant enough could know by the way his gaze softens whenever he looks at his cute droplets playing around, making sure they're safe wherever they are.
If Neuvillette had a daughter, he would also let her play with his precious white hair, always wearing a matching bow with her at the end.
THOMA
He would not only be a great father, but also a great house husband. He manages the Kamisato's household duties diligently, of course he'd be able to take care of his kids with excellence.
His children would definitely love his food, and to be fair, who wouldn't? Thoma would prepare for them whatever they ask for, even cooking some of their favorite dishes randomly; the precious joy in their eyes would always warm his chest in cuteness overload.
He'd love to carry and play with his kids, but honestly? He'd do anything they want. He'd constantly make his biggest effort to guarantee some free time just for them, to be with them as they deserve.
Thoma would also be a great listener, and that obviously applies to his kids. He'd be the type of dad that his babies know for sure they can go with if they ever need a shoulder to cry on, giving them the coziest hug and always knowing how to cheer them up.
Let me know if you'd like part two of this, I've been thinking about some other options if you guys are interested!!
You may want to check out my memorabilia archives for more if you enjoyed reading this. <3
pms? tender breasts? don't worry, your ꒰devoted꒱ boyfriend satoru gojo is happy to be your personal bra for the day ౨ৎ 1.1k
fluff ; crack ; suggestive art by @/Rezijellyfish0
It was a morning like any other.
You woke up curled right into your boyfriend Satoru Gojo's side, practically on top of him on the comfortable double bed. You didn't really have much room, not with his habit of lying down like a starfish, but you couldn't blame him – his long limbs just needed to take up all the space every night, and so you were forced to use your boyfriend as a pillow, of course.
Your favourite pillow.
You were awfully comfortable like this, nuzzling into his broad chest as the morning light started to bleed in through the half open window. Yes, so comfortable you could just drift away again... until.
Until those long limbs started to close in towards you.
That was another one of his morning habits, you see. Even for how spread out he liked to sleep, as soon as Satoru started to drift back into consciousness – you were the first thing he'd search for.
In his half asleep haze he closed his arms around you, squeezing you into him with all his might, letting out the most satisfied of hums. Not you, however – the sound that escaped your mouth was somewhere between a yelp and a cry for help.
"Baby?!" Satoru sprung into consciousness in a second. "What's wrong?!"
His bright blue eyes snapped open to see you pouting at him, hands over your already very sore breasts that he had painfully squeezed against his side. "Oh" he frowned, understanding. "It's that week, isn't it?"
You nodded slowly, letting Satoru manoeuvre you on your back so he could rest on his elbow next to you. When you first found out he was tracking your cycle you did call him a freak, but to be honest, it was worth it with how gentle he was with you now.
"Is it really bad?" he asked, tracing soft lines over your collarbone with his free hand. His touch was feather light, his hand apologising to your tender skin.
"It hurts" you exhaled, letting your head sink into the pillow with a long sigh. "They feel heavy"
"Heavy?" Satoru echoed, very obviously looking down to your chest. Naturally, you pinched him. "Ow! What was that for?"
"I'm in pain and you want to check if they're bigger?!" you growled, ready to throw a pillow right on his stupid white hair.
"No no no, you know I think they’re perfect” Satoru apologised immediately, peppering kisses all over your face. "It was for science only"
"Sure" you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't keep the angry act for long, not with your boyfriend's puppy dog eyes so close to your face.
"I mean it, I only want to help" he said, sitting up. And you did believe him – your boyfriend had been trying his best since he figured out how difficult pms was for you.
Last month, he even bought you a personalised hot water bottle with both your initials on it. Baby blue, of course.
You weren't sure who else would be confusing their hot water bottle for yours anyway, but its the gesture that counts.
"Come here baby, I'll help you up" he called to you with wide open arms, but as soon as he started to pull you up, you groaned again. "Is it that bad?" he grimaced, seeing your hands go back to holding onto your sore breasts.
Unfortunately, it was.
"It's ok" you tried to deflect, feeling bad for how worried he seemed. "You don't have to worry about m–"
"None of that" Satoru pouted. "Does that help?" he nodded to your hands, clearly some sort of plan starting to form in that head of his.
"Kind of" you replied, massaging yourself. "Should probably put on a bra" you sighed.
"In bed?!" Satoru shook his messy white hair side to side. "It's unfair" he completed solemnly. And you agreed with him.
But then he opened up his mouth again, with that tone he employed when he was going to suggest something... unusual.
"Why don't you...let me help?"
That made you stop halfway, turning up to look at him. "What do you mean?"
"Just… come here" he said, extending those pale fingers to you. You had one raised eyebrow, but let him do what he had intended – and soon his large palms were closing around your breasts.
"Pervert" you deadpanned.
"You said it helped!" he argued.
You took a moment, considering. You were very used to your boyfriend touching you everywhere, of course, but you had never seen him look so commited about it. It was almost endearing, in a kind of, um, odd way.
"So, what, you'll just be my personal bra today?" you teased.
"If you want me to" he nodded.
"Aren't your arms getting tired?" you narrowed your eyes at him.
"Baby, this is what I train for" he replied smugly.
You let out a little laugh, enjoying your boyfriend's silly plan and how serious he was about it. "You can't possibly keep this up" you joked.
"Wanna bet?"
You shouldn't have said yes. But of course you did.
The rest of the day was spent with Satoru glued to you – more so than usual. "You're enjoying this" you poked him as he stood with his chin on top of your head and his hands right where he promised they'd be, watching you make your morning coffee.
"You wound me, princess" he pretended to sigh. "This is for your own good"
Sure it was.
Later you sat down to watch TV, and Satoru placed you right on his lap, before his hands returned to your chest. "You're ridiculous" you laughed, his chin heavy on your shoulder this time and your back to his chest.
"Is it helping?" he asked.
In truth, it was. He was warm and soft and much more comfortable than a real bra; and walking around like you had been cursed into attachment was lifting your mood as much as it was annoying you too.
His eccentric ways were just one of the things you loved about your boyfriend, after all.
Of course, this all got a bit too ridiculous when you announced you were going to shower, and got followed by the white haired giant all the way into the bathroom. "You can't be serious" you looked up at him.
"I only want to hel–Ow! Ok, I'll be outside"
You laughed, seeing his pout as he closed the door behind him. It was adorable how devoted he was to this stupid plan – and you also couldn't deny you missed his loving touch as soon as he had let go of you.
Maybe he could help you shower too. He only wanted you to feel better, right?
"Satoru" you called, not even surprised when the door opened before you had even finished saying his name.
"Need me?" he grinned from ear to ear.
You would have pinched him again if he wasn't so damn adorable.
my boobs feel like they're about to explode and this is what came of it I don't know what else to say
SFW. Which genshin impact characters would be great fathers and the type of dad each of them would be.
Including VARKA, DILUC, NEUVILLETTE, and THOMA.
VARKA
Of course I needed to start this list with the father of Mondstadt, the Knight of Boreas, the great and lovely golden retriever man. He'd be such a protective father, but not in the "don't do this" way to his kids, but in the "do it, I'll make sure you stay safe" way.
He would write tons of letters to his kids whenever he's on a mission, promising them lots of adventures, fun and interesting stories the moment he's back. He'd hug and carry them all the damn time, and he'd love to ruffle their hair.
Varka wouldn't scold his kids that much, mostly because he's part of the problems sometimes, but he'd definitely have some serious talks with them if he considers it necessary (or if you do).
He'd definitely be a fun dad, always able to keep up with his children's energy somehow, and making sure they get enough sleep after playing with them when he's free, or whenever he manages to escape from his Grandmaster's duties. A big smile on his face as he hides from Jean with his kids.
DILUC
He would be the type of dad that makes sure his kids have everything they need or please. They want some apples? Sure, Diluc already has three full packages on its way to their home. They need some dandelions? No problem, he already bought and even collected a big amount. He'd make sure his children never lack anything.
He's not the clingiest person, not even with his kids, but he'd always kiss them goodnight. A sweet peck on their forehead as he tucks his little ones to bed. And if he had girl, Diluc would let her play with his soft red hair, letting her do his ponytail even if she's still not the best at it.
He'd adore and protect them just as much as he'd do with his lover, always doing anything that seemed necessary to maintain a peaceful life for his treasured family. I believe he'd be a bit strict, though, but not that much, he just doesn't want anything bad happening to them.
Diluc's love for his kids wouldn't be loud, it wouldn't be a blazing fire. Instead, it would be a warm and cozy flame, making them feel safe and guaranteeing even a little light on their stormy dark nights.
NEUVILLETTE
He is a busy man, I know, but I'm also sure he'd make his best to spare some time with his kids. He'd value honesty and transparency with his children, hence his effort to build a trustful relationship with them.
He'd definitely be a gentle dad, unable to see his little ones cry and not even give them a deep, sweet hug. He'd probably end up with teary eyes himself — silvery clouds threatening to rain over Fontaine for a few minutes, but he'd let his kids feel what they need to feel, murmuring a soft "it's okay, darling, dad's here" without letting them go.
He'd be so caring and so loving, even if it's in discreet ways. He'd care for his children way more than people would notice; someone observant enough could know by the way his gaze softens whenever he looks at his cute droplets playing around, making sure they're safe wherever they are.
If Neuvillette had a daughter, he would also let her play with his precious white hair, always wearing a matching bow with her at the end.
THOMA
He would not only be a great father, but also a great house husband. He manages the Kamisato's household duties diligently, of course he'd be able to take care of his kids with excellence.
His children would definitely love his food, and to be fair, who wouldn't? Thoma would prepare for them whatever they ask for, even cooking some of their favorite dishes randomly; the precious joy in their eyes would always warm his chest in cuteness overload.
He'd love to carry and play with his kids, but honestly? He'd do anything they want. He'd constantly make his biggest effort to guarantee some free time just for them, to be with them as they deserve.
Thoma would also be a great listener, and that obviously applies to his kids. He'd be the type of dad that his babies know for sure they can go with if they ever need a shoulder to cry on, giving them the coziest hug and always knowing how to cheer them up.
Let me know if you'd like part two of this, I've been thinking about some other options if you guys are interested!!
You may want to check out my memorabilia archives for more if you enjoyed reading this. <3
ft. characters (2 slots per character = 2 writers to a character)
🚆conductor!gojo (train)
prompt: in which your ticket isn’t the only thing he asks to see.
🩺 nurse!geto
prompt: in which he asks where it hurts.
✈️ pilot!nanami
prompt: in which the captain finally invites you into the cockpit.
🚒 firefighter!toji
prompt: in which he knows how to handle the heat.
🛟 lifeguard!choso
prompt: in which he tells you to stay where he can see you.
🪖 militaryofficer!sukuna
prompt: in which he reminds you who’s in command.
⚖️ courtbailiff!higuruma
prompt: in which you’re the only person he can’t keep in line.
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PANGARAP LANG KITA / YOU’RE JUST MY DREAM ft. phainon
the three things that went wrong in this date and the one thing that didn’t ; alternatively, phainon intends to confess to you in the most romantic way possible but things go left.
CONTENT TAGS & WARNING — established relationship, modern!au, fluff, confessions, pining, yearning so much yearning, reader is wearing heels, phainon’s pov focus, mentions of anxiety, minor themes of self-hatred and insecurity (phainon), first date gone wrong, handholding, word vomit | wc: 3.2k
[TEA99 EVENT] AN ORDER OF… azul’s special blend of lemon fruit tea with honey in a blue cup, served with a slice of chocolate pistachio kunafa cake !! (of course, i’m doing my blend, i’m biased for myself; also that’s my favorite tea and dessert)
DIRECTOR’S NOTES — i’m a firm believer for d1 yearner phainon
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PHAINON had everything planned.
From the invitation and to the very last moment where he was going to confess his feelings for you, he had it all written down and noted.
There was the strong need to ensure that things will go smoothly. He wasn’t simply going to stand before you and declare his feelings like some madman who knows nothing of propriety and the essence of what makes the worth of devotion. Phainon was no stranger to courtship and confessions despite the lack of his experience as you are the first and only recipient of his affections, but he intends to make the grand revelation of it special. Even if it means he was going to be rejected in the end.
(But he pray for it to not be the case.)
He have witnessed adoration between his parents who seem to cannot be stopped in the public display of their affection and he have seen it on televisions late at night when he has nothing to watch, so to say that he was unfamiliar with the ways of love would be a lie in it itself; to say that he also doesn’t yearn for such would be another lie.
Phainon adored you more than he could admit to himself and even if he did, no words will be enough to fill the vessel of affection that he held dear for you. Everything he would try to say and think of would fall short to the rot of his ribs, to the light in his gaze, to the existence of you. Your whole being alone stands as evidence that stars have perished to create the shape of you, bringing your atoms closer to him, and yet, in the hours when the world slept and his guard dissolved like frost, he let himself imagine that the space between your breaths was a home he had been seeking across every lifetime.
He would not dare be greedy to ask even a caress of your light, but if the universe were merciful enough to let him orbit your gravity without burning, he would spend eternity as your silent moon—content to reflect what he could never hold, faithful to a warmth he would never taste, and thankful for the sheer mercy of being allowed to exist in the same constellation as you.
It was an understatement to use the word serious despite it was for something that definitely fits the definition of it. To Phainon, it was so serious that he had to resort consulting Aglaea for his affairs, believing the wiser lady would bring him knowledge that he had not thought of.
“The most romantic place to eat in Okhema?” The golden-haired designer repeats as her head tilts slightly, pondering, but what came out of her mouth was not an answer but another question: “Why do you ask?”
“I’m just curious, is all.” He says rather quickly as he scratches the back of his head, averting his gaze down the ground. Under this light and with that expression on his face, he looks like a puppy that have been caught by its owner doing something he ought not to do.
“It’s about [Name], isn’t it?”
“What? Is it that obvious?”
The golden-haired woman chuckles, clearly having seen through Phainon’s attempt of nonchalance earlier.
“It was merely a jest, but it seems like you’re too honest for your own good.”
So serious that he read romantic books in preparation.
“What are you reading?”
“Nothing!” He scrambled to hide the book behind his back, afraid that the feline-like woman would figure out what was in his hand. Cipher have always had sharp eyes, after all.
So serious that he practiced his lines in front of a mirror before cringing and burying his face in his hands, wondering what in the worlds is he doing.
“I must have gone crazy.”
Phainon had it all planned for weeks. It was not in his character to be meticulous, but it felt like he had to. If he doesn’t have these things planned, he’s worried that he’ll end up stumbling on a rock and messing everything up, then he’ll lose all of his chances, and what would you even think of him? A coward that can’t get his feelings out and straight? A witless man who doesn’t know how to romance another? A fool that only knows how to make you smile and be a gentleman?
He framed his invitation to you as something with the keywords of: dinner, celebration, and his treat. “Dinner” because he was planning on confessing during the night when the fireworks come and it’s the best time to do it; “celebration”? for what? He only said something about something good had happened and how he intends to share it with his “dear” partner; “his treat”, after all, how could he have you spend for your food when he was the one who took you out? Even so, he’ll never make you pay or split the bill.
(In your view, this was just your usual hangout with him, but to him, it was a date. His first date with you and you're unaware of it.)
He had all of it planned from the invitation and to his very confession.
Except none of his plans came into fruition.
It’s not that he chickened out, had cold feet, or run away. It was never any of those things. Hell, that never came to his mind. It’s just that everything in the universe seems to be working hand in hand to destroy everything he had built for this moment.
First, it was the flowers. Oh, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, intricate in all its details and selective in the overall arrangement of it to ensure that you would love it. Unfortunately, the flower shop that he had planned to pick it up from burned down in the middle of a night and he only knew of it when he went there, and saw the charred remains of what once was the store.
Although, he wasn’t mad at all. It’s not like there was some kind of superman that could prevent something like that in happening. He was only relieved that the workers were safe and no one was harmed in the incident. Besides, it’s not like it’s not the only flower shop in town.
It is.
It was the only flower shop in town.
Phainon, not wanting to be late, had to compromise and rushed to the restaurant with no bouquet in hand. It’s okay, he tells himself, everything is still going to be okay, he convinces the voices inside his head. He’s off to a really rough start and he’s not liking it already—anxiety easily weaves through the gaps of his fingers, consuming the thoughts of his thoughts. Red, green, turn left, stop, brakes, park his car, turn off the engine; every movement of his had become mechanical except for his sigh that seemed to draw from the well of his very humane worries.
By the time he had arrived, you were already there, standing outside in all your grace and charm, looking as beautiful as ever despite the restaurant lights only illuminating your figure. He stood still there, a man who cannot be moved, captured by your radiance as you remained unaware of his presence until he gathered the very little of his courage and shame to call for your name.
Just your smile as soon as you recognized him was enough to make him forget of his frustrations and when you took his hand in yours to hold—a gesture too intimate yet had become normal between you and him, but doesn’t reduced the warmth of it—, he forgot what he was even worrying about. Right, right, right, it will all be fine. Everything will be okay and fine, until it is not.
Second, it was the restaurant.
Phainon had booked a reservation in advance for a spot in the balcony that allows you to have a view of the city and the stars outside. However, when he walked in with you and asked, it seems there was no reservation under his name. How could that be? He had called in days prior and confirmed his booking; he had even provided proof of it and yet, there was nothing.
All he got was an apology from the host and a compensation which came in a mere form of: “We’ll provide a free dessert and drink for the error.”
Great. He doesn’t know what to say or what to do, he could only turn to you and apologize, asking if you’re okay with the new arrangements. If you would rather eat somewhere else, then he is okay with it too. He didn’t mind if the inconvenience was to him, as long as you weren’t affected, as long as it wasn’t you being inconvenienced.
In the end, you wanted to eat in that restaurant you and him would always eat at; that one restaurant that you would turn to in every occasion of your life. You wanted something familiar, something warm, something soothing, and you wanted his hand, too, so he gave it to you as long as you gave yours to him.
Third, the lake.
The lake that the two of you will go to as Phainon smiled warmly, telling you that he wants to take you somewhere as you finished eating. The lake that had the best spot to see the fireworks. The lake where he will confess his feelings to you just as the blaring sound of the fireworks explode overhead, painting the night sky in bursts of colors. His voice, usually so steady, wavers just slightly as he says your name like it's the answer to a question he's been asking himself for months.
The reflections of light dance across the water's surface, mirroring the flutter in his chest, and when he turns to face you fully, the last of the sparks fizzle into silence, leaving only the soft lap of waves and the tremor of his words: "I've been wanting to tell you this for so long, and I couldn't think of a better place than right here, with the stars above us and the lake beneath us, because you make everything feel this vast and this beautiful." He would squeeze your hand, his smile softer than the moonlight, and before the next rocket even leaves its trail, he whispers the three words that make the entire world fall away.
But of course, none of this happened, because as it turns out, the lake had been off-limits to the public for a crime investigation.
Thus now, you’re walking along the path of the park, dimly lit with the few light sources here and there. Phainon has been silent for a while now, seemingly deep in thought as he walks beside you. He looks… slumped? Disappointed? Frustrated? You can’t really pinpoint the exact center of his emotions, not when he seems so close yet so far at this moment.
There is a turmoil in his thoughts that resembled a hurricane wrecking everything in its way. Is this it? Is this really it? Will all of his weeks of planning fall away just like that? Has all of his efforts gone naught like that? Is that all he can do then? Let something as flimsy as the universe undermine the vastness of his feelings for you?
“Phai, wait.”
Your voice pulls him out of his trance as you held on to his arm. When he turns to look at you, he sees you bending and reaching for your heels as if wanting to take it off. It doesn’t take much for him to figure out why.
“Does your feet hurt?” Still, he asks, concern lacing with his tone as he guides you to a nearby bench instead, making you sit down while he kneels on the ground before you.
“Yeah.” You can only say. It feels embarrassing now; all of his attention easily pours into you like liquid to an empty goblet. He takes off your footwear before carefully setting it on the ground. Thankfully, he has prepared for something like this to happen—he takes out a small box of bandaid from the pocket of his pants.
You’re so reliable, you want to say, but the heavy and tense atmosphere stops you from doing so. Instead, it was Phainon that speaks for the both of you and his words weren’t something that you have expected him to utter.
“I’m sorry,” he sounds guilty and the way he gently tends to the small blisters of your skin feels almost like an apology, too. “I didn’t want things to go this way.”
He must sound so pathetic in your ears now. A sorry-excuse of a person who cannot even do anything right.
“Phai, none of it is your fault, okay? None of us expected for the reservation to not come through and besides, how would we have known someone was going to steal the swan figurines on the lake?”
That was true; none of you would have known. But also, that wasn’t just it. That wasn’t just all of it and right now, in this moment of you and him, he wants to spill everything he’s been hiding. He’s always known within himself that secrets are something that he can never keep from you—from you who is able to untangle him easily, who reads the falter between his syllables.
“I had a bouquet prepared too.”
“Huh?”
“But the flower shop burned down.”
“Phai, really,” you laugh softly and it eases off some of the weight on his shoulders, “you’re pretty unlucky today, huh?”
“Don’t laugh.” Even if your laugh is the sound he is fond of. Phainon is pouting now and you see that he’s less tense compared to earlier, which makes you feel relieved too. You pat the empty space on the bench beside you and he easily understood what you’re trying to say.
“Sorry, I can’t help it.”
“Besides, I like you too.”
“What?”
You turn to look at him, grinning. Your eyes sparkled brighter than the stars above you and aeons, titans, heavens, there is no words to capture your beauty. He adores you so much that it would consume him until all that is left is the marrow of his bones, but it will never be enough. No, nothing will be enough, not even him.
“You’re not entirely… how do I say this? You’re not really good at hiding things or maybe,” you begin, trying to find the right words scrambled on the feet beneath you, picking up the letters until it finally forms into a proper sentence: “You’re just way too honest.”
You’re too honest for your own good, Aglaea’s words echoed inside his head.
He sighs, “that’s another thing that I screwed up then.” And you hum, tilting your head, questioning him what he means by it, to which he simply resolves your confusion with: “I haven’t even told you of my feelings and you even beat me to it.” He doesn’t look angry, only disappointed at himself but only for a brief moment as a knowing smile tugs on the corner of his lips. He should have known you and how you also know him the same.
“Who’s to say you cannot say it now?” You beam at him, legs swinging off the ground as if an excited kid who's just discovered that the world bends to the shape of their joy. Phainon watches you, and the heart in his chest cracks open, warm and terrifyingly in the shape of you. “I still want to hear it from you. Just because I already know it, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear it.”
So say it, Phainon. He should let you have this—let you have him saying it out loud, so you can keep it tucked somewhere safe. After all, who is fate and the universe to decide that he cannot tell you of his feelings right at this moment? There is no strict rules in feelings. He has no bouquet, no restaurant reservation, no lake to watch with you, but he has you.
"I…” He stumbles, falters, but he doesn’t relent. “I've been wanting to tell you this for so long, and I couldn't think of a better place than right here—well, I don’t think this is a better place. I was supposed to say this when we’re at the lake.”
Ah, I think I screwed up again, he would add, and you would only laugh as you call his name, and in that very instant, he feels so small and big at the same time, like the universe contracts and expands to make space for him and the scale of his feelings.
You placed your hand on top of his. “You even practiced your lines too?”
“I wanted it to be perfect.”
“That’s ridiculous, I doubt anything could be perfect.” You laugh once more and he feels happy despite the despair of your words.
“But you are.” And you laugh harder.
“Fine then, take your time. I won’t go away.”
Time. There is no time at all; time is a social construct made by people who needs to label something just to make sense of everything. The rise and fall of the sun, the way the moon conquers the sky, the stars in your eyes, the rise and fall of your chest where your heart lies beneath, the warmth of your hands, and the glimmer of your smile. There is two truths that Phainon knows for certain: 1.) time is a social construct made by people who wants to understand everything within their experiences—born from the human need to measure, to name, to contain the vast and formless flow of existence within the narrow limits of what we can grasp, and 2.) you are made for him.
“You make everything feel this vast and this beautiful,” he laces his fingers into the gaps of your own, holding you and holding your hand, sharing his warmth and the intensity of his feelings with a small squeeze, “and I like you.”
You squeeze his hand back: I like you too.
“Phai, even if you screw up yesterday, today, and tomorrow; even if you do it in a toilet, a garbage dump, or in the most romantic spot while we’re out there rowing in the lake, my answer will not change.”
For the first time this night, Phainon finally relaxes and lets the heaviness leave his shoulders. He finally lets slip the laughter along with the last thread of doubt he'd been clutching onto and it spills out of him; he presses his forehead against yours, rubbing the tip of your noses together, which only makes your breath shaky, warm against his lips.
“May I?”
His voice is soft but so loud, lingering in the space that exists between you and him. A nod and you feel it; his lips meeting yours like the first spark that climbs into the dark, a small trail of light that almost look like shooting stars, and then suddenly, the sky above you cracks open in a shower of bright colors.
The fireworks are blooming exactly as they were meant to as if it had been waiting for this very moment to applaud. Each burst of light echoes the way his mouth moves against yours, soft then deeper, radiant then dissolving into the heat that pesters long after the color fades, and when you part, you both simply laugh—breathless and giddy, foreheads still touching—as your fingers find his again and tighten around them.
(At least one thing went right.)
i couldn't stop writing at all !?@!@? I GOT CARRIED AWAY UGHGHHHH
SFW. Which genshin impact characters would be great fathers and the type of dad each of them would be.
Including VARKA, DILUC, NEUVILLETTE, and THOMA.
VARKA
Of course I needed to start this list with the father of Mondstadt, the Knight of Boreas, the great and lovely golden retriever man. He'd be such a protective father, but not in the "don't do this" way to his kids, but in the "do it, I'll make sure you stay safe" way.
He would write tons of letters to his kids whenever he's on a mission, promising them lots of adventures, fun and interesting stories the moment he's back. He'd hug and carry them all the damn time, and he'd love to ruffle their hair.
Varka wouldn't scold his kids that much, mostly because he's part of the problems sometimes, but he'd definitely have some serious talks with them if he considers it necessary (or if you do).
He'd definitely be a fun dad, always able to keep up with his children's energy somehow, and making sure they get enough sleep after playing with them when he's free, or whenever he manages to escape from his Grandmaster's duties. A big smile on his face as he hides from Jean with his kids.
DILUC
He would be the type of dad that makes sure his kids have everything they need or please. They want some apples? Sure, Diluc already has three full packages on its way to their home. They need some dandelions? No problem, he already bought and even collected a big amount. He'd make sure his children never lack anything.
He's not the clingiest person, not even with his kids, but he'd always kiss them goodnight. A sweet peck on their forehead as he tucks his little ones to bed. And if he had girl, Diluc would let her play with his soft red hair, letting her do his ponytail even if she's still not the best at it.
He'd adore and protect them just as much as he'd do with his lover, always doing anything that seemed necessary to maintain a peaceful life for his treasured family. I believe he'd be a bit strict, though, but not that much, he just doesn't want anything bad happening to them.
Diluc's love for his kids wouldn't be loud, it wouldn't be a blazing fire. Instead, it would be a warm and cozy flame, making them feel safe and guaranteeing even a little light on their stormy dark nights.
NEUVILLETTE
He is a busy man, I know, but I'm also sure he'd make his best to spare some time with his kids. He'd value honesty and transparency with his children, hence his effort to build a trustful relationship with them.
He'd definitely be a gentle dad, unable to see his little ones cry and not even give them a deep, sweet hug. He'd probably end up with teary eyes himself — silvery clouds threatening to rain over Fontaine for a few minutes, but he'd let his kids feel what they need to feel, murmuring a soft "it's okay, darling, dad's here" without letting them go.
He'd be so caring and so loving, even if it's in discreet ways. He'd care for his children way more than people would notice; someone observant enough could know by the way his gaze softens whenever he looks at his cute droplets playing around, making sure they're safe wherever they are.
If Neuvillette had a daughter, he would also let her play with his precious white hair, always wearing a matching bow with her at the end.
THOMA
He would not only be a great father, but also a great house husband. He manages the Kamisato's household duties diligently, of course he'd be able to take care of his kids with excellence.
His children would definitely love his food, and to be fair, who wouldn't? Thoma would prepare for them whatever they ask for, even cooking some of their favorite dishes randomly; the precious joy in their eyes would always warm his chest in cuteness overload.
He'd love to carry and play with his kids, but honestly? He'd do anything they want. He'd constantly make his biggest effort to guarantee some free time just for them, to be with them as they deserve.
Thoma would also be a great listener, and that obviously applies to his kids. He'd be the type of dad that his babies know for sure they can go with if they ever need a shoulder to cry on, giving them the coziest hug and always knowing how to cheer them up.
Let me know if you'd like part two of this, I've been thinking about some other options if you guys are interested!!
You may want to check out my memorabilia archives for more if you enjoyed reading this. <3
the sunlight was seeping away, the orange hues of the pretty sky slowly fading away into soft greys and blues while the students packed and left. all but one. the black haired man, his eyes sunk in, unmoving from his piece only occasionally glancing over at your naked form in the dull lights while his brush continued to move across his canvas in smooth strokes.
"choso…it's been enough time, don't ya think? at least let me see the painting, i'm cramping up here."
"o—oh! i'm sorry i'll just finish it—."
"i'm playing, cho, relax a little." you laughed a little, watching him fumble over his brushes and his paints, the soft yellow cast on his face, while his brows knit together, his focus taunt like a string about to snap.
you moved away from your position, stretching your arms up while your joints slowly cracked, moving the silken sheets covering your legs off of your body, slowly sauntering your way to choso, with not a care in the world,
"w—what are you doing?"
"you're always so skittish, cho, i've always been naked infront of you, right? what difference does this make?" you moved behind his back, cooing the words into his ears while his neck and ears flushed, turning the brightest shade of red.
your eyes finally moved up to look at the canvas and it was—was that really you? your curves, your sunlit skin spanned the canvas, each brush stroke so deliberate and precise, each curve, each part of your skin painted to pretty perfection.
your breasts catching the sunlight, practically kissed in gold, the silk almost shimmering in your lap.
"and you're telling me this still isn't finished?"
"well, i really am trying to do you justice."
choso was never direct. always flustered and tripping over his words before you, his eyes barely meeting yours—but now he looked dead set on you. his dark eyes now set on your face while you turned your head, back facing him.
"do me justice?" you tiled your head, letting out the smallest laugh, expecting him to break character, to stutter, to just do anything that screamed of the choso kamo you'd gotten to know over lazy sunsets and one sided banter.
"what kind of artist doesn't do their muse justice?"
"muse?"
"well, yeah. what'd you think you were to me?" his sincerity should've scared you off, the way his eyes now slowly raked down your form while you sat back down in position, covering your cunt with the flimsy piece of fabric while he picked up his brush again.
silence stretched between the two of you, only the sounds of rustling leaves from the outside paired with choso's brush strokes filling the room.
the sun had now since set, the faded yellow ceiling lights the only thing illuminating the room while you held your form taunt, breathing slowly, your chest slowly rising up and down while he looked completely focused, his ears now tinged pink again as he painted.
SFW. Which genshin impact characters would be great fathers and the type of dad each of them would be.
Including VARKA, DILUC, NEUVILLETTE, and THOMA.
VARKA
Of course I needed to start this list with the father of Mondstadt, the Knight of Boreas, the great and lovely golden retriever man. He'd be such a protective father, but not in the "don't do this" way to his kids, but in the "do it, I'll make sure you stay safe" way.
He would write tons of letters to his kids whenever he's on a mission, promising them lots of adventures, fun and interesting stories the moment he's back. He'd hug and carry them all the damn time, and he'd love to ruffle their hair.
Varka wouldn't scold his kids that much, mostly because he's part of the problems sometimes, but he'd definitely have some serious talks with them if he considers it necessary (or if you do).
He'd definitely be a fun dad, always able to keep up with his children's energy somehow, and making sure they get enough sleep after playing with them when he's free, or whenever he manages to escape from his Grandmaster's duties. A big smile on his face as he hides from Jean with his kids.
DILUC
He would be the type of dad that makes sure his kids have everything they need or please. They want some apples? Sure, Diluc already has three full packages on its way to their home. They need some dandelions? No problem, he already bought and even collected a big amount. He'd make sure his children never lack anything.
He's not the clingiest person, not even with his kids, but he'd always kiss them goodnight. A sweet peck on their forehead as he tucks his little ones to bed. And if he had girl, Diluc would let her play with his soft red hair, letting her do his ponytail even if she's still not the best at it.
He'd adore and protect them just as much as he'd do with his lover, always doing anything that seemed necessary to maintain a peaceful life for his treasured family. I believe he'd be a bit strict, though, but not that much, he just doesn't want anything bad happening to them.
Diluc's love for his kids wouldn't be loud, it wouldn't be a blazing fire. Instead, it would be a warm and cozy flame, making them feel safe and guaranteeing even a little light on their stormy dark nights.
NEUVILLETTE
He is a busy man, I know, but I'm also sure he'd make his best to spare some time with his kids. He'd value honesty and transparency with his children, hence his effort to build a trustful relationship with them.
He'd definitely be a gentle dad, unable to see his little ones cry and not even give them a deep, sweet hug. He'd probably end up with teary eyes himself — silvery clouds threatening to rain over Fontaine for a few minutes, but he'd let his kids feel what they need to feel, murmuring a soft "it's okay, darling, dad's here" without letting them go.
He'd be so caring and so loving, even if it's in discreet ways. He'd care for his children way more than people would notice; someone observant enough could know by the way his gaze softens whenever he looks at his cute droplets playing around, making sure they're safe wherever they are.
If Neuvillette had a daughter, he would also let her play with his precious white hair, always wearing a matching bow with her at the end.
THOMA
He would not only be a great father, but also a great house husband. He manages the Kamisato's household duties diligently, of course he'd be able to take care of his kids with excellence.
His children would definitely love his food, and to be fair, who wouldn't? Thoma would prepare for them whatever they ask for, even cooking some of their favorite dishes randomly; the precious joy in their eyes would always warm his chest in cuteness overload.
He'd love to carry and play with his kids, but honestly? He'd do anything they want. He'd constantly make his biggest effort to guarantee some free time just for them, to be with them as they deserve.
Thoma would also be a great listener, and that obviously applies to his kids. He'd be the type of dad that his babies know for sure they can go with if they ever need a shoulder to cry on, giving them the coziest hug and always knowing how to cheer them up.
Let me know if you'd like part two of this, I've been thinking about some other options if you guys are interested!!
You may want to check out my memorabilia archives for more if you enjoyed reading this. <3
