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mystic messenger
‣ when you have a bad day (headcanons; all characters)
‣ mc being a book nerd (headcanons; all characters)
‣ reactions to mc walking around naked (headcanons; all characters)
‣ first time you have sex (headcanons; jihyun)
‣ first time you have sex (headcanons; saeyoung)
‣ first time you have sex (headcanons; jumin)
‣ how he is with a touchy mc (headcanons; jihyun)
‣ why your couple annoys your friends (headcanons; jihyun)
‣ how you make up after a fight (headcanons; jihyun)
yoosung kim
‣ to the... rescue? ; superman yoosung hears a noise and wants to defeat the enemy
‣ sleepless nights and sleepless days ; yoosung can’t sleep so he reminisces about his past and future
‣ an enchanting evening ; a first date, and then some
‣ apricity ; meeting her felt like the world was falling into place
zen ryu
‣ the three times he realized he’s in love ; a story told through the eyes of zen about the highs and lows of his first love
‣ reuniting ; zen and his love reunite after being apart for two weeks
‣ (not so) lazy day ; zen has the day off from work, you both should make the most of it
‣ the night i’ve been waiting for ; a costumed halloween fundraiser throws Zen and MC into some emotional turmoil
‣ all his ; his birthday started off a little different this year, but it’s okay since she gets all his attention afterwards
‣ morning bliss ; as the sun rises overhead, the only sound could be of their laughter and quiet admiration for each other
‣ my vows to you ; he recounts the moments he spent with her up until the wedding day
‣ things he never said ; there’s such thing as regrets, and there’s also such thing as longing for something you never had
jumin han
‣ you’re freaking out ; a rich corporate heir can’t find the time to date so he hires a senior in college to be his fake girlfriend
‣ come back to me ; jumin and his love have been away from each other for far too long
‣ you’re home ; familiar eyes haunt you as they look so much different than you last remember
‣ promises ; jumin’s a man of many words and he plans to follow through with everything he told you
saeyoung choi
‣ open secrets ; a story in which saeyoung finds a love that ends up being closer than he imagined
‣ need you now ; reminiscing over a lost love can sometimes be a good thing
‣ wedding bells ; a dating app brings two unexpected people together
‣ sticky soda ; a movie night and two goofballs
jihyun kim
‣ a stolen kiss ; two people so desperate for love find each other
‣ lay me down ; jihyun’s birthday is celebrated a bit different this year (nsfw)
‣ the shape of love ; a date night turns into discovering how deep their love runs for the first time
‣ where you’re meant to be ; childhood friends reconnect under the circumstances of mint eye
‣ happy forever after ; a little girl brings everyone closer together
‣ the color of autumn is the color of your love ; the pumpkin patch wasn’t the only thing you fell in love with
‣ all i’ve ever known ; being alone for so long makes you realize you don’t know how lonely you are until it was too late
‣ lifetime ; it took a lifetime to be loved, and only a few minutes for it to disappear
‣ to be loved ; there are worse things than death - to not be loved would be one of them
saeran choi
‣ the birthday debacle ; saeyoung and saeran have always celebrated their birthday together since the events of mint eye, but there’s one person they didn’t know who also shared a birthday with them
‣ fire escape nights ; saeran isn’t a many of speaking many words, but he does write them down
hello! this was written for the LITG exchange for the lovely @sunshinejihyun. I hopefully incorporated two prompts here, so I'm really happy with how it turned out. especially having never written for Gary before. I think I might be a convert, though, writing Gary is super fun.
thank you so much to @justtuesdays and @sunshinejihyun for organizing the exchange, I had so much fun writing with ya'll and I'm so excited to see everything posted this weekend.
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Bobby Mckenzie hadn’t set out to win Love Island. He hadn’t even really set out to be on Love Island. He never thought that he would meet someone like Margot. His first real love, his best friend, his favorite person, his best and worst breakup. He’d never imagined he could fall in love with someone over one summer, then be happy to see them with someone else the next.
Such was the way the cookie crumbled.
When he first saw Margot, he felt a sort of vertigo. Though Bobby wasn’t a serious person, he wasn’t the type to be a lovey-dovey hopeless romantic, either. He thought himself not quite a pragmatist, but something nearing it. Though he loved the idea of falling head over heels for someone, he’d never really felt any of those sweeping, tumultuous, unambiguous feelings.
Maybe it was the Mallorca sun in his eyes, maybe it was nerves from being on TV, perhaps the cameras pointed at him made him feel like the lead in a John Hughes movie. Maybe it was truly her. He’d never know, he’d given up trying to know.
Something made his heart leap when he first laid eyes on her. He remembered how his mind reeled to find a joke funny enough to catch her attention, remembered hoping she wanted someone funny. He needed her to love him too.
And she did, for a little while.
-
Gary Rennel set out to win Love Island.
“Go big or go home, right?” He’d told his Nan, folding and packing the same ripped jeans and button-down he’d worn to his local the weekend before. He was making a thing of signing up for the show, sound and fury for the sake of distraction. Nan was worried about him, he could tell. And the boys at work were relentless in their teasing.
“They’re doing a random draft for reality television, then?” Was the joke that his foreman made when he asked for leave from work. That joke became the joke, repeated almost daily by one or two of the boys. All of them asked the same: What was a normal, boring bloke like Gary gonna do on Love Island anyway?
Not win, it seemed. Come out the other end slightly more hopeless, slightly less lonely, a little less sane. Not even 25,000 pounds richer for his troubles.
When he realized he couldn’t be with the girl he really liked, he put one-hundred-and-ten percent into being in a couple with Lottie. He complimented her hair at the right times and backed her up even when he thought she was being catty. His efforts were not entirely wasted, they made it to the final together. When the show was over and real life crept in, they separated painlessly. He went back to work, and so did Lottie. No big fuss.
Gary hated when things were a fuss.
-
When Bobby broke up with her, he was surprised to find that Margot felt the same way. He was worried she’d be crushed, that he’d break her heart and feel terrible about it forever.
“I care about you so much,” she said, tears welling in her eyes already. He hated to see her cry. His sweet girl, not his anymore. “But you’re right, we’re so much better now just as friends.”
Bobby was used to being just a friend, so he expected that to sting. It didn’t, though, because she was right. They were better as friends. All he felt was relief.
“I care about you too,” he said. “Proper love you, like.”
“I know, Bobby.”
Those were the sweetest three words he’d ever heard her say.
-
It was Gary’s idea to get the group back together this time—and the impulse surprised him as much as the group text he sent surprised everyone else. It was the first anniversary of the final this week, they had to do something. He’d met up with the guys here and there and had dutifully attended the last silly, themed party Chelsea put together, but it had been at least six months since he’d spoken to any of his fellow former-islanders.
You would think that after a whole summer of sharing a bedroom they’d manage a few nights a year in the same postal code, but the likelihood of another reunion dropped by the minute.
At Chelsea’s party, Priya had joked that maybe the next time they would all get together would be for the winners’ wedding. The table toasted to the thought and to the happy couple.
Gary had spent many sleepless nights since then wondering if he’d imagined the pained look in Bobby’s eyes as they clinked their glasses.
It wasn’t that Gary wished he could switch places with Bobby in the villa. Love Island made him realize that he was a slow-and-steady type of bloke. He would have never been able to move at the lightning pace that the winning couple had.
No, he’d envied Bobby for the girl he was holding hands with, the way he helped Margot out of her coat at the door, the way she rested her hand on his thigh.
When Gary first met her in the villa, he hadn’t felt anything special at first. She was pretty enough that he stepped forward for her when prompted, but he wasn’t immediately shocked to his core with desire for her like Bobby had been. When she chose Bobby on the first day and stuck by his side, Gary couldn’t imagine trying to get between them, even when he started seeing her smile behind his eyes at night.
After the villa, Gary swore off social media. Partly because he wasn’t the type of guy to post #sponcon for vitamins and dating apps, and partly because he wanted exemption from all of the post-Love-Island-break-up-announcements. It wasn’t a secret that most reality TV relationships ended quickly, but the statistic was more heartbreaking when it applied to his and his friends’ relationships.
He was almost tempted to check Instagram before sending a text to the group chat, but he resisted. Everyone should know that he wouldn’t see anything online.
-
The breakup post on social media was brutal. Bobby knew that the public felt a sort of ownership over the relationships that came from Love Island. He also knew that, no matter how much he meant his statement, ‘it was an amicable breakup and we are still great friends,’ would always sound insincere.
All things considered, his Instagram followers seemed more outwardly devasted about everything than he did. He was relieved that the news was out and excited for the next chapter in his life.
Moving on from the breakup and moving on from his time in the villa became one and the same. He stopped checking his socials and allowed himself to ignore requests for interviews and participation in brand deals, letting his time with Margot and his time on TV fade into the background of his daily life.
He’d used his half of the prize money to start a café and it was finally making enough to do more than just break even on his expenses. He had that to be proud of.
By the time he and Margot got over the awkward period and were able to proceed as friends, the café was a marked success. He was proud of himself whenever she dropped by, and could tell she was proud of him, too.
When Gary blew the proverbial collected dust off of the former islanders’ group chat and suggested a year anniversary reunion, Bobby’s impulse was to ignore the text. He’d loved the people he’d met in the villa but, as time passed, he found himself more and more protective over the parts of his life that the villa had never touched. His café, his new friends, his privacy. He worried that bridging the gap again would undo all of the progress he’d made and break down all the boundaries he’d set up.
“Why don’t you invite them to the café?” The way she said it—like it was a no-brainer—made him consider. Margot had dropped by with a few cartons of strawberries and was tidying behind the counter as an excuse to stay and gossip. She’d been helping here and there, since Bobby had yet to hire any staff.
Bobby began washing the strawberries immediately. The shop was closed but he was behind on prep for the next day. “You think?”
“It would be nice to show off.” She picked up a dish rag and gave his arm a playful smack with it. “You deserve it.”
Bobby smiled, pride swelling in his chest at the thought. “I’ll think about it.”
-
Gary checked the address three times over and, yes, this was the spot. The cute little shop he passed by almost every weekend on his way to visit his Nan. He would have never known it to be Bobby’s café from the pastel signage and classy striped awnings. Hell, there were well-tended flower boxes in the windows.
That’d be her, he thought, Margot had the aesthetic eye of the two of them.
“Gary!” A familiar voice met his ears and twisted him around. He grinned, despite himself, opening his arms wide to greet her with a hug.
Margot was as radiant as ever, smiling at him like no time had passed at all. She had a way of making the people around her feel at ease, Gary very much included.
Gary squeezed her quickly and let her go, missing her warmth as soon as it was gone. It was almost a shame that wasn’t the type to come onto someone else’s girl.
“How are you?” Margot took a half step away and smoothed her blouse. The two of them were blocking the café door, but it didn’t matter—Bobby had closed it for their private event.
“I’m doing well, same old work, y’know…” Gary ran a hand through his hair, certain that he looked scruffier since the last time she’d seen him. He’d started going longer between shaves. Nan said he looked more grown-up that way, whatever that meant. “How are things with you? The shop looks great!” He gestured at the flower boxes. “This looks like your doing.”
“Oh, yeah…”
“Hey you lot!” Priya’s heels clicked against the pavement as she strutted toward the café. She raised her eyebrows somewhat suggestively at Gary but he ignored her—completely unsure what the woman was getting at. “Did Bobby lock you two out?”
“Nope.” Margot laughed. “Just catching up! How are you, love?”
-
Bobby thought that it might be hard to see Gary flirting with his ex, but—like everything else in this relationship—his reaction was a surprise. Bobby loved Margot and he loved seeing her happy. Even if she was laughing at another bloke’s funny story. Even if that bloke was Gary Rennel.
If he couldn’t be a good boyfriend, he was going to be a damn good wingman.
“I’d like to propose a toast,” Bobby said, raising his mug of steaming cocoa to the ceiling like a glass of bubbly. He made eye contact with Margot, winked. “To new beginnings,” he said.
The islanders raised their mugs and drank.
-
“Shame Lottie couldn’t make it,” Margot said. She and Gary had ended up on a bench seat and were isolated together when the main group separated into smaller circles. From the way she’d been speaking to everyone else, though, it seemed to Gary that Margot was keeping in contact with almost everyone but him. He’d be offended if he weren’t guilty of closing himself off from her.
“She’s doing quite well in the states.” Gary shrugged, putting on a show of just how little he was worried for his ex-girlfriend. “I’m sure she hardly misses us.”
She gave him a puppy-eyed look. “You don’t mean that.”
“I mean, she’s doing well. I don’t know, we hardly speak.”
“So that’s done, done?”
Gary wished he could wipe the frown from Margot’s face, there was really nothing about his relationship with Lottie to be frowning about. “Ah, that was just a villa fling.”
“Hm.” Margot gave him a good once-over like she was administering a visual lie-detector test. He passed. “Glad to hear she’s doing well, then.”
“It’s odd seeing everyone together again, no?” Gary asked. He watched Chelsea across the room, prattling on to Bobby and Noah as she gestured excitedly. She was surely suggesting tasteless decór that she thought would improve the café’s atmosphere.
“It’s a bit odd,” Margot agreed. “But nice. I’m glad you suggested it.”
“Yeah?”
She bumped his shoulder with hers, leaving her hand on his thigh where it fell for just a moment. His whole body burned at her searing touch.
“I’ve missed you,” she said.
Gary turned, almost lurching away as he came to his senses. “I’m sorry to keep you from Bobby all night. I mean…” He felt awful for how close he’d been to her, how close he’d come to making a move on his friend’s girl. How she’d basically just come onto him.
He expected her to come to her senses, too. To remember herself and apologize. Instead, she looked at him like he’d gone mad.
“Bobby?” She asked, incredulous as if she’d never heard of the man. “What about him?”
“Aren’t you two…” Gary felt like maybe he had gone mad. He’d been there when Bobby and Margot won Love Island. They were running a café together, for christs sakes.
Margot’s eyes widened with surprise, then crinkled with mirth as she let out a laugh. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry-“ She set her cocoa down on the table for fear of spilling it as she giggled. “We broke up like months ago! Good terms, I mean…” She shook her head. “Great terms, even. I help with the café, like.”
“Oh.” Gary blushed. He knew he should have checked Instagram before catching up with everyone. “I’m sorry, I had no idea.”
“I forgot that you don’t check your phone.” She laughed. “God, Gary.”
He scooted close again, no longer guilty. “It’s my fault for living under a rock, I s’pose.”
“That it is.” She let her hand fall back to his thigh.
Emboldened by his relief, Gary laid a hand over hers. “There something here, then?” He squeezed her hand, clarifying his question. She hummed, affirmative.
The two of them fell silent, smiling as they listened to the idle chatter of reunited friends around them. Gary felt like he was pulling off a heist. There he was, holding Margot’s hand, and the other islanders were none-the-wiser.
There were no cameras, there was no drama, no one would be tweeting about this moment later. It was all he could have hoped for.
lucie T_T I already gave you my incoherent half sleepy thoughts but I reread it and now I have even more thoughts alsdkjfhasdf
i LOVED how you took this concept and made it a reality
i literally read the first paragraph and my jaw dropped like i was not expecting that ANGST right off the bat but you did it so well omg and then the character development of bobby; not caring about social media and wanting to get away from the spotlight and focus on what really matters.... that made me really happy.
i never pictured gary as someone who kept up with social media after the show and i love the way you handled that. he's just chillin with his lads, doting on his nan and living his best life
and the little REUNIONNNNNN it made me so happy that everyone showed up and you really wrapped up what they told us in the wedding/chelsea's murder mystery party.
gary was so absolutely precious and the way he approached margot was just so,,,, asfjashdf i cant T_T this was so freaking cute and I cant believe how well you executed everything. this was everything i could have asked for and more. thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you lucie.
Fandom: Love Island the Game
Pairing(s): Bobby McKenzie x Leila (MC), Chelsea
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bobby and Leila have an unexpected visitor who makes their night a little more exciting.
Word Count: 2.06k
Author’s note: This was written for the Love Island the Game season 2 gift exchange hosted by myself and @justtuesdays. I was given the chance to write for @callmebeem and I enjoyed every moment of it. I hope I wrote Leila to your liking, and I must also thank you for participating in the exchange. I hope you enjoy this little slice of life between the two lovers and their best friend.
Whistling as he opened the door to their shared apartment, Bobby absentmindedly sang out his normal hello, only to be met with no response, which was an unusual occurrence. He usually stayed late after work to prep the batter and dough for the next day, so Leila was almost always home by the time he returned, a smile on her face and a kiss waiting for him at the door. They’d settle down onto the couch and talk about their days while scrolling through food delivery services to figure out what to order for dinner that night. Some nights if he was home early, they would make something together in the surprisingly big kitchen for the small apartment.
But it seemed like Leila wasn’t home, so Bobby pulled out his phone from his front pocket to check for any texts from his girlfriend and when he came up empty handed, he pulled up Doordash, looking over the menu of one of his favourite Indian food shops. Absent-mindedly, Bobby walked toward the darkened kitchen to get himself a glass of water.
Flipping on the light, he jumped back in surprise as he found Leila crouched on the counter, a colander on her head and armed with a spatula. “What in the world are you doing?”
Leila’s eyes didn’t move from the spot on the floor they were glued to, but she responded to him nonetheless. “I saw a spider,”
“And that means arming yourself with one of my good spatulas to attack it?” Bobby smirked, grabbing a few paper towels. “Where is it? I’ll get it.”
She shrugged, the colander tipping slightly on her head and he bit his lip to hold back a smile as she readjusted it, her red hair sticking out of some of the holes. “He disappeared under the counter. Quick, hop up here before he comes out and takes our first child.”
“Lass, we don’t have a child.” Nonetheless, Bobby clambered up on the counter with her and as he settled in next to her, a lot more cramped than she was, Leila plopped a plastic mixing bowl on his head and handed him his nice rolling pin. “Thank you, my queen, for giving me the most valiant of armour. Now I’ll be able to properly protect you.”
Bobby leaned in to kiss her nose in a real greeting and she giggled as their makeshift helmets clunk together. “My mighty hero,” she responded. “Thank you for finally coming to my rescue.”
“Of course, always gonna help if you need it.” Bobby replied sincerely, before backtracking. “What do you mean finally? How long have you been up here?”
Leila bit at her nail and Bobby watched her carefully. “A while.”
“And you didn't think to call me?”
“My phone is in the living room.”
“So… you’ve been sitting here and watching the floor? For a while?”
Leila shrugged once again. “I lost sight of him. When I put my feet on the floor he’s gonna bite my ankles.”
“I think the spider is more scared of you than you are of him, lass.” Bobby said, his hand falling to her back and rubbing softly.
“Not taking the risk.” She replied and while Bobby knew he could sit here and try to reason with her, yet it wouldn’t change the fact that she was not going to move from her spot until the spider had emerged and gotten taken care of. At his moment of defeat, Bobby sighed out, brandishing his weapon and jumping off the counter. “What are you doing?”
“I'm gonna hunt down the spider. Wanna come with me?” He waggled his eyebrows in a taunt. “Unless you’re too scared.”
Without replying, Leila launched herself at Bobby, her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, causing him to stumble slightly. “I’m not scared but I’m also not letting my feet touch the floor.” Pointing forward with her spatula. “Onward, my steady knight!”
As Bobby’s hands wrapped around her legs to hold her up, he moved to bend down, looking at where she said the spider had run to and while he didn’t see anything, he still swiped the rolling pin under the crack to see if it’d scare the spider out. He felt Leila’s fingernails press into his skin as he stood back up.
A knock sounded on the door, and without even waiting for an answer, Bobby heard the doorknob jiggle with a key. “Hey guys! Put your clothes back on if they’re not already.”
The familiar sound of Chelsea’s shrill yet sweet voice called into the apartment and while Bobby enjoyed her company, he wasn’t sure he wanted her in on the spider hunt.
“Chels!” Leila called, jumping off of Bobby’s back and running toward her best friend. “What a lovely surprise! What are you doing here?”
“Well babes, you weren’t answering my texts or calls so I decided to take a trip to see you and make sure all was well.” The blonde explained and Leila exhaled, looking towards Bobby. The both of them looked ridiculous; with kitchen utensils as weapons and armour, anyone would. “But it seems you were preoccupied. With… whatever you were doing.” She paused, eyeing the pair. “What were you two doing?”
“Well, I saw a spider…” Leila tapered off and Chelsea held up her hand, her purse hitting her side as she did so.
“Say no more, bestie. I totally understand.” She nodded, the ringlets in her hair bouncing with the movement. Leila nodded with her, the colander bobbing along with the movement.
“We haven’t been able to find it yet. It may have even walked out the front door on two legs.” Bobby said, taking the bowl off his head and placing it on the coffee table he was sitting at.
“Oh, silly. Spiders have eight legs, not two.” Chelsea said, waving him off. Turning back to Leila, it was like Bobby no longer existed. “Well now that I’m here, I’m thinking girls night. Matching jammies, face masks, nail polish, and chick flicks. Waddya think?”
“I think I’ll make the cupcakes.” Bobby volunteered before his girlfriend could even respond, sending an over-the-top wink at Leila and grinning as her cheeks turned a gorgeous pink. Taking the kitchen utensils that Leila still had, Bobby retreated into the kitchen as he heard Chelsea squeal in excitement. As he got started on the cupcakes, Chelsea thrust silky pajamas in Leila’s arms and marched her to her bedroom, demanding she change while Chelsea did the same in the bathroom.
When the bedroom door slammed, Bobby heard Leila scream and without thinking about it, he dropped the batter scoop and ran into the room, where he found her cowering on the bed, half undressed, and pointing at a spider on the wall. In all fairness, it wasn’t a tiny spider, but it certainly wasn’t anything like he was picturing.
“Lass, it’s alright. Look, I’ll get it. Keep an eye on it whilst I get a napkin so it doesn’t disappear again.” Bobby backed out of the room, a twinge of guilt in his stomach for leaving her on her own to get a napkin while she looked so petrified.
As he returned, he found Chelsea on the bed next to her, an arm wrapped around her shoulder. They were wearing matching silk pajamas: Chelsea in pink, Leila in green. “It’s okay hun. Look! Bobby’s here and he’s gonna take care of it. Nothing to worry about!” And taking care of it is what Bobby did. He squashed the bug, dropped it into the trash can, and made his way over to the bed, snuggling up to Leila and kissing her forehead.
“The brave knight has defeated the evil arachnid,” Leila whispered, causing Bobby to laugh. “His queen is forever grateful and vows to bestow a kiss to his lips.”
Without giving a response, Bobby’s hand fell to Leila’s hip, pulling her gently to him as he pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. Her hands dropped onto his shoulders, looping around his neck and he felt her smile against his lips.
Then, Chelsea cleared her throat.
“You guys are cute, but I am still here, you know?” Their friend interrupted the moment and Bobby pulled away, clearing his throat and rubbing at the back of his neck, a telltale sign he was embarrassed.
“I’m gonna go put the cupcakes in the oven.” He said, getting up and moving back in the direction toward the kitchen.
“Make sure to meet us on the couch after for face masks!” Chelsea called after him and Bobby tutted in acknowledgement.
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“C’mon Bob,” Chelsea whined out. “Let me just put a little pink on your toes.”
Bobby raised his eyebrows as much as he could under the quickly hardening face mask and he wiggled his toes, causing both girls to look down at his feet. “I don’t see the harm. I never walk around with these babies out. Most people have to pay to see pictures of them.”
“I’m not gonna judge but…”
“Chelsea, he’s kidding.” Leila deadpanned, looking up from the clear polish she was painting onto his fingers. She had trimmed the cuticles, put some oil on them, and is now polishing them nice and shiny. “The only OnlyFans content he puts out is stuff we make together.”
“Oh yeah, lass. Did you end up asking Chelsea about maybe joining us for that one picture…?”
Chelsea had stopped her movement towards Bobby’s feet, instead keeping herself planted on the couch. “No I haven’t asked her but she’s already here so…”
Leila and Bobby both looked at Chelsea and before either one of them could ask anything, she shot up, nail polish spilling over the bottle. “I love you both but that isn’t something I am willing to do!” She exclaimed and before she could go on to say more, the couple burst out laughing.
“Oh man, Chelsea, you should have seen your face!” Bobby choked out between laughter.
“Sorry Chels, you were just too easy.” Leila said and while Chelsea huffed and sat back down. “For the record, we do not sell our sex tapes. Those are for our eyes only.”
Before the blonde could even question if Leila was joking again or not, Bobby motioned to the credits rolling on screen. “Movie’s over. It’s getting pretty late. Should we all head to bed?” Going to the linen closet. Bobby grabbed a bundle of sheets and blankets and the girls stood up, the routine becoming almost second nature by this point. Chelsea decided on impromptu sleepovers quite often.
As Bobby spread the sheets over their couch, Leila leaned in to give her best friend a hug. “Goodnight sweetie, I’ll see you in the morning. Do you have work? You might need to get an early start.”
“I do, but if I’m a little late it’s okay. I couldn’t miss out on some of Bobby’s yummy pancakes.” Chelsea said, shooting a grin at the man who was holding open the bundle of blankets for her to slip into.
“You got it, Chels,” Bobby promised as she climbed in.
Patting her head like you would do to a child, Bobby bid her goodnight before wrapping his arms around Leila’s waist and carrying her to their bedroom, plopping her down onto the bed before laying directly on top of her.
“Uh hello, comfy boyfriend here.” Bobby responded by pulling a blanket over them to prove his point.
“Rude,”
“You can’t be talking about me, I’m a knight in shining armour.”
They were silent as Bobby rolled off of her, wrapping an arm around her as Leila snuggled in, her head resting on his chest. “You don’t think there are any more spiders, do you?”
“Absolutely not. And when the next one shows up, I’ll be sure to squash it too.” Leila’s body relaxed and Bobby reached over to turn the light off. “We should set an alarm to wake up tomorrow.”
“I’m sure we’ll hear Chelsea before we see her.” She responded with a yawn and he had one follow shortly after.
“Goodnight, Lass. I love you.” Bobby pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and he smiled as he felt her nails scratch lightly on his chest in acknowledgement.
✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! 🏆 Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of 8 different people, who in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out. ✨
thank you nonnie~ this was so sweet and definitely a nice way to brighten my day <3
✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! 🏆 Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of 8 different people, who in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out. ✨
ah reggie! thank you so much!! I'm sending these good vibes right back to you - all the love <3
Fandom(s): Genshin Impact, Mystic Messenger, Ikémen Revolution, Ikémen Vampire
Pairing(s): Thoma x Unnamed MC, Jumin Han x Unnamed MC, Kyle Ash x Unnamed MC, Napoleon Bonaparte x Unnamed MC, Arataki Itto x Unnamed MC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Explore little snippets of a normal day spent with a different lover for each part of the day. Whether it be tender moments, something silly, or a bit of both, this day is full of love and laughter.
Word count: 3.3k
Author’s note: This started out as a birthday present for @kokorokai back in June but I suck and didn’t finish it in time. Instead, I’ve evolved it into this, something cute and sweet with a few of her favorite boys instead of choosing only one - too many choices made it so difficult! Kokoro, this is now a present to just thank you for being an amazing person. I’m so happy and lucky to get to have you as someone in my life. Thank you for being you <3
Early mornings with Thoma were always full of bliss. He had to wake early; Ayato had a specific breakfast he liked and Thoma was all too keen to help fulfill his job. Before he pulled himself from his sleep though, he made sure to pull her close, kiss her on the forehead, and whisper his love - and his life promises - to her, before sadly extracting himself from the shared body warmth.
“You’re so pretty,” Thoma whispered, his arms wrapping around her waist and bringing her forehead to his lips, gently pressing a kiss there. His sour apple colored eyes were barely open and his voice came out husky, signs that allude to him just recently waking up. “Good morning,”
Thoma’s gentle hands rubbing on her back gently helped rouse her from the deep slumber - not enough to fully wake, but enough for her to hear and process what he was crooning in her ear and bring a soft smile to her face. “Morning,” she replied, burying her head into his neck and relishing in the scent that was so… Thoma. Sweet from the treats Ayato ordered for him while he was out, with a bit of spice - probably from slaving away over the stove during meal times, and sweat; nothing that would be gross, but enough to prove that he did physical labor for a job.
“Busy day today,” Thoma remarked, absentmindedly twisting her hair with one of his hands. “We have another clan from Fontaine coming to meet with Master Kamisato.” She hummed out to show she was listening; she was - but sleep was still present in her mind and sometimes it took a few moments for her to be ready to converse. “They’re looking to propose a marriage. Fontaine is low on resources that Inazuma is flush with. I’m unsure if Master Kamisato is seriously considering this, or if he’s meeting with them just to entertain the idea and keep in good faith with them.”
She thought for a moment, bringing her head away from the crook of Thoma’s neck and looking around the dark room. Although the moon was still out, the sky was starting to brighten - signaling that Thoma woke at the usual dusk that his body has gotten so accustomed to. “Surely it seems that he’d only be meeting with them to hear them out, not because he’d actually consider marriage. He doesn’t seem to be one who’d marry for convenience.”
“He doesn’t, you’re right. But if he thinks this is what could be best for milady, and give her a better life, he could very well consider it. Joining these two clans would be very beneficial for Fontaine’s side. I think Master Ayato realizes that there’s more benefit for the other side, yet is still able to hear their proposal because he’s so respectable to others.” Thoma breathed out a big sigh, and she felt it stir the hair on her forehead. “I’ll be busy cooking and cleaning all day. I don’t think I’ll be able to see you until dinner, I’m sorry my love. What are your plans?”
She placed her head back on his chest, Thoma’s steady heartbeat lulling her back into a comatose-like state. “I told Yae I’d meet her at the publishing house and help her with photos for new book covers. She said she’d treat me to lunch in return so we will probably go somewhere nicer, knowing her.” She paused, sleep overtaking her body for a moment before waking up enough to give him one last response. “Don’t worry about me, Thoma. You’re a hard worker and you’re dedicated to your job. Focus on that and we will spend time together when we can.” She cut off with a yawn. “Besides, we always have evenings and mornings like this together.”
“In a way,” Thoma remarked with a responding yawn. “I’m grateful for my social status. It allows me to choose who I want to spend the rest of my life with, without any complications. It brings me great joy to know we can be together without any complications if that’s what the both of us choose to do.”
Thoma chuckled as he felt her body leaden and her breathing even out, and he gently slipped out from under her, making sure she was fully covered with the blanket before leaving the room, being extra certain the sliding door doesn’t slam too loud as he left their shared bedroom.
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She awoke mid morning when Jumin stroked her cheek gently, his clean hands smelling of soap and aftershave. He was leaning on his knees, one hand by her head bracing himself up. She sleepily went to rub her eyes, but Jumin caught her hand in his own free one. He instead wiped each eye with his own thumb. A gentle smile played on his lips as he gazed down at her fondly.
“You’re finally up for real,” he remarked, watching as she raised her arms in a wide stretch. Her silky pajama top looked particularly inviting and Jumin had to stop himself from leaning down and pressing his head into her soft stomach. Elizabeth, on the other hand, had the same idea as the CEO, yet she followed through. Jumping up gracefully on the bed, she went to stand on the woman's stomach, turning around a few times and laying herself down on the warmth. “You fell back asleep so quickly after waking with me this morning.”
“Well, it’s not my fault. You kept me up late last night. I love waking up with you in the morning but if I have the option to sleep some more, I will.” She placed her hand on Elizabeth’s back, her warmth bringing a comforting feeling to the feline.
Jumin smiled down at his two girls, watching as his wife brushed through his cat’s fur with the utmost care. “How gorgeous,” he murmured, this time reaching out to stroke the woman’s hair. The flush on her cheeks brought out an immense sense of pride and Jumin only hoped that even when they were both old and gray that he would still be able to see the embarrassed blush on her apple red cheeks when he complimented her.
“I was just coming to check on you,” Jumin’s fingers wrapped in her hair now, the scent of the soft conditioner he had ordered specially for her wafted through his nose. It was comforting and he enjoyed the fact that she used it religiously. “You were so beautiful sleeping, I just couldn’t help it.”
Another soft blush crossed her cheeks and she bit her lip, focussing her gaze on the cat in her lap. “You’re supposed to be at work,” she remarked.
Jumin sat down on the bed next to her. It was an odd sight; he, in his striped suit and his legs crossed over the comforter and she in her pajamas, the silky pink tank top and short set contrasting greatly. In a way, this sort of mismatch was like the pair of them: not something that seemingly goes together but when met, they look sort of… comfortable with each other. It was something that usually made Jumin smile.
“Yes, well you weren’t in any of the RFA chat rooms. I wanted to make sure everything was quite alright.” Jumin smiled, leaning over to kiss her nose affectionately. “Instead, I just found a sleeping beauty in my bed.” With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, his smile caused his eyes to crinkle into a genuine smile. “Such a shame she woke before I could wake her with a kiss.”
She giggled, leaning in to brush her nose against his own, and the butterflies in Jumin’s stomach started flying wild. “Well, you’re more than welcome to give me a good morning kiss instead, maybe it’ll wake me up.” She tried to move her head back, but Jumin set a steady hand on the back of her neck and her breath caught in her throat.
Before she could finish what she was going to say, Jumin easily captured her lips with his own, swallowing her gasp of air as her hands weaved into his hair.
He would have deepened the kiss, if her movement hadn’t elicited an annoyed meow from Elizabeth the Third. Instead, the pair of them started laughing, their teeth almost crashing into each other as they both broke into a wide grin.
Once they pulled away, Elizabeth jumped in between them, curling in the space between their legs. “Such a spoiled little lady,” Jumin’s fiancée teased before pushing the comforter from her body and moving towards the bathroom off the bedroom. “If you’re free from work for a bit, we could go grab a coffee.”
Although Jumin had work to get back to, he knew he would be able to catch up on that at a later time. Moments like that with his lover was something he never wanted to give up. So he didn’t, and instead went to change into something a bit more casual to wear before calling for his driver.
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Kyle left the coffee shop with a cappuccino foam mustache. After taking an early lunch with his fiancée, Kyle was feeling all warm and fuzzy - and it wasn’t because of the alcohol he had consumed the night before. Their impromptu date was full of giggles, brief touches, and longing glances.
“When we get back to the barracks, what’s next on our list?” Her question was met with her scratching her head in a confused sort of way.
“I need wrap bandages cut, antiseptic divided out into vials, and for you to give me a big kiss.” Kyle responded, smiling wryly as she looked at him, her eyes wide.
“Sounds good, I’ll work on the bandages and antiseptic first.” She remarked, joining their hands together and swinging it between their bodies on their walk back. Although it would have been a shorter trip and less exerting on the both of them to take a carriage, yet he enjoyed the fresh air and spending extra time with his lover.
“Make sure to take extra care to do your third job well. We wouldn’t want anyone to end up disappointed.”
She stopped walking, dropping her grip on his hand, her mouth dropping open with it. “That was so not nice. To even insinuate you’d be disappointed with my kisses…” She trailed off before her face brightened up, almost signifying the lightbulb going off in her brain. “I guess I’ll be a slacker today and not complete my jobs.”
“Hey now,” Kyle complained, a frown starting to pull at his lips. “It’s not fair to let people suffer from repercussions based on your actions.” He mock-scolded, his gentle eyes assuring the woman that it was a joke.
She smirked back at him. “Well, my boss should have realized that before he decided to get way too handsy.”
Kyle’s hand shot up, his clumsy fingers catching her chin and causing her eyes to widen in surprise. Leaning down, he came in real close and whispered in her ear. “I don’t recall you complaining about that last night.”
Kyle watched as she bit her lip and he licked his own in response, but before he could lean in to kiss her, she smiled and broke his hold, running off in the direction of the Red Army headquarters.
He stumbled at her sudden movement and Kyle tried to rush behind her, his feet heavy with lead. “Wait for me! You know I’m slow!” Under his breath he started to grumble as he picked up his pace. “This is what I get for joining the army and not doing any training.”
It was all worth it though, because he got to hear her laughing all the way back to the barracks. That was enough to spur him on and try hard to finish his work and enjoy dinner with Blanc, Oliver, Loki, and his fiancée.
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Napoleon returned to the mansion right before dinnertime, the dining room was lively with almost all the mansion’s residents and Le Comte even left his office to join the group, a jolly smile spread across his face, causing his eyes to crinkle with laughter.
The only ones missing were Napoleon and Isaac, who had gone into the city to spend time teaching the children by the water fountain, and Dazai - who, to be completely honest, didn’t have the best track record for staying in the mansion.
As the woman was loading trays of food onto her cart, Napoleon casually strolled into the kitchen, his heavy jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was glistening with sweat and had a joyous gleam in his eyes. He always looked so proud of himself when he came back from working with the children and it had made his lover’s heart fill with so much happiness she sometimes had to turn away from him to hide the happy tears in her eyes.
“Welcome back my love,” she greeted as he leaned in to kiss her cheek, his hair damp with sweat brushing the side of her face.
“Today was amazing. One of the kids and I had a sparring match and he actually got some hits in on me. I feel proud.” Napoleon made his way over to the kitchen sink. She watched as he scrubbed his hands with soap, first the inside, then out, then under his fingernails to get all the grime away. It was their normal routine when Napoleon went out; he’d come back right after the sun had started to set, before dinner was served and meet her in the kitchen, he’d greet her with a soft kiss and then go to wash up before helping her bring out all the dinner plates filled with yummy food.
“That sounds lovely,” she replied. As he washed up, she studied him. His strong shoulders, the way his neck looked so delicate peeking out of his shirt. He was the perfect mixture of strong and soft; it was something she loved greatly about him.
Napoleon turned around, a bright grin on his face as his eyes met her own. “I’m hungry, let's get the food out to everyone?” She nodded and he gently bumped her away from the cart with his own hip. She followed behind him carrying a tray full of blanc and rouge hurrying in front to open the doors to the dining room before he could crash the cart into them instead, something that she could see almost playing out in her head as vividly as it would happen in real life.
Sebastian met them in the dining hall, refusing to start serving everyone until Napoleon took a seat, and then Sebastian set her with the same look and had her easing into the seat next to Napoleon in record time. She felt soft fingers wrap around her own and she smiled at her lover, his familiar touch comforting her after a long day.
“So,” Le Comte had brought his hands together and called the attention of the residents at the table. “No one is leaving here until they share one thing about their day. Yes, including you Sebastian. Leonardo,” he fixed his gaze on his oldest companion. “Would you care to start?” Leonardo rolled his eyes, mumbled something about Comte really acting like a father this evening, but nonetheless went and talked about his day.
It went like that for everyone in the mansion, they’d share and look to the person next to them with curiosity. But regardless, Napoleon’s eyes were locked on the woman the entire time and she had to bite down on her lip to suppress the smile threatening to widen her cheeks.
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They settled down in his bed after dinner, Itto’s strong arms wrapped around her, her head resting on his chest right above his heart. He was warm, almost too warm to the point where she was uncomfortable, yet refused to get up because that would mean leaving the solace that was his arms at the end of a long day.
He was poorly humming a song, one that she’d heard Yun Jin perform as well back in Liyue and she couldn’t help but wonder if that’s when he heard it - when he was visiting Liyue with Shinobu, before everything with the chasm had happened. His eyes were shut and one hand was resting gently on her back, the other stroking gently through her hair.
“You seem sleepy tonight,” he noted, a hint of a whine in his voice.
“I am,” she remarked, moving to rest her chin on his chest so she could get a better look at him.
Itto peeked one eye open lazily and a smile slowly worked its way across his face. “Too tired to give me a kiss like you promised?”
She raised one eyebrow skeptically. “If i remember correctly, you didn’t get a kiss earlier because you were being whiny.”
Itto pouted, his eyes opening fully to try and give her the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. “But-but! I didn’t whine at all during dinner. I was a good boy. Can I pretty please get my kiss now?” His bottom lip was jutting out obscenely and she bit her own to keep her laughter at bay. “Pleeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeee?”
“Hmm,” she sat up, tapping on her chin questioningly. “You think you earned it?”
“Of course I did,” a confident look crossed his face and she actually let her smile slip this time. “I told you I was a good boy. If you don’t believe me we can ask Shinobu.” Itto went to cup his hands around his mouth. “SHINO-”
“Itto enough!” The woman laughed out, grabbing at his hands to silence him. “I believe you!”
Itto’s laughter mixed in with hers until they were both leaning on each other, giggles wracking their whole bodies. His radiant heat against her shoulder was comforting and the moment they made eye contact, she saw his eyes soften.
Reaching up, she brushed a few stray pieces of hair from his eyes and when she went to move away, Itto grabbed her wrist, keeping her hand gently placed on his neck as his hands found her waist. With ease, he picked the woman up, pulling her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Their chests were pressed tightly together and their giggles had stopped - both of them just looking at the other like they were the only thing that mattered in the world.
Without saying anything, Itto leaned in and captured her lips with his own, his tongue licking at her lips impatiently. He wanted more, more of her touch, more of her scent, more of her taste. She was intoxicating and he just wanted to melt into her, until they were mismashed into one.
She all too willingly let his tongue meddle with her own, the taste of him just as intoxicating to her as she was to him.
Itto’s hands slipped under her shirt, and despite him being tough and powerful, his movements were surprisingly graceful. She quivered under his touch as she felt his nails scratch lightly on her stomach - not even enough to leave a mark, but something to bring a seed of want to form at the pit of her stomach. While his hands were busy exploring her bare skin under her shirt, she was tugging gently on his hair, urging him to continue with each movement.
Itto let out a particularly loud moan as her hand brushed against his horn and she smiled against his lips. “Very good boy,” she teased at the sound and he leaned down to bite on her neck playfully.
“Would a good boy do this?” Itto asked, using his nails to rip the flimsy shirt she was wearing and exposing her bare skin to the cool night air.
“Absolutely not, “ she said, shrugging out of the trashed garment. “But that’s why I love you.”
He grinned, moving in to suck kisses and marks onto her unblemished skin, only stopping to whisper an, “I love you more,” into her warm and flushed skin.
what is jumin so tall for? to be pulled down by his tie for a kiss? wh*re
Jumin won’t know what to do with himself if you do that. Perhaps he’d stare at you with a slack jaw briefly, eyes studying you for answers that he might not be able to find behind your grin, but all the same, he doesn’t stop you. He likes that fire in your eyes. There’s only one person in this world that can tame the CEO of C&R.
so…after all this fuss— asking you all to answers a few polls (only two), this is is the big reveal! for those of you who skipped over the banner to read this, bryn (@sunshinejihyun) & i are hosting a gift exchange event, right here on tumblr.
this first exchange (shhh there might be more than one) will revolve around litg season 2. so if you all were craving more material, nothing says entertainment than a mass exchange of season 2 creations! yes, season 2, the beloved.
now to participate and help us pair you all off (all the bts stuff i won’t bore you with) bryn has kindly and amazingly put together a questionnaire. the deadline to submit the form is September 21st (yes there’s a deadline). if you’re interested in joining please make sure to have your answers completed before then. and not to be a party pooper, but we're gonna keep this to 18+ due to possibility of nsfw and etc.
once you’ve submitted the form, we will privately DM you with the link to the discord server. then, on September 28th, we will privately send everyone their assignment (giftee) via discord. think of this as a secret santa (for those who understand the concept, it’s meant to be a secret).
until then, here’s the link to the questionnaire (don’t worry it won’t collect your email address).
and, if you have any questions feel free to reach either one of us on discord Brenna~#4948 or justtuesdays#3795.
I love to create art for others, especially when I do for people I love and inspire me with their stories.
I made this little comic following the amazing @ikemenlibrary story Enchanted
she's one of the sweetest people I have ever talked to and her stories are great. I'm happy that you enjoyed doing this project together as much as I did ❤️
Summary: In the moonlight, Napoleon and his lover spend some quality time together.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some smoochin’, Monsieur de Waha really knows how to ruin a moment
Notes from the author: I had the privilege of working on this gorgeous project with one of my best friends, @kokorokai. While I wrote a story, she made it into a gorgeous comic and completely made what I was envisioning come to life! It was such a pleasure working with you, Kokoro. Thank you for all your help and support with this. It was such a blast.
You can find the comic here.
Without further ado, please enjoy.
Napoleon isn’t used to waking up early.
That’s not to say he never does it, just when it happens it’s either because he has a special engagement that he was forced to schedule early, or because there was something on his mind that kept him sleeping soundly.
In this case, it was the latter.
She was lying with her head pillowed on Napoleon’s chest, her hair sprawled all over the fluffy pillow next to the pair, and her plush lips slightly parted as soft snores left her mouth. It’s not that the sounds bothered him that kept him awake, it was the fact that she was next to him, breathing and so warm and so real and… alive. Having her so close to him made him excited for their future spent together, and he couldn’t help but reach out and run his fingers through her hair gently as he watched her sleep in adoration.
It wasn’t even light out yet; the moon was still shining through the ruffles in the curtains and Napoleon could feel his body begging for more sleep. With her next to him though, Napoleon wanted to do nothing more than watch his lover. Sleeping so peacefully next to him, he wished to always see her this way; no care in the world, just complete serenity.
Napoleon vowed to try to always have her feel this way when he was around - he didn’t want to see her sad or worried. He never wanted to see her chewing her bottom lip in frustration or squeezing her eyes free of unshed tears.
(this gorgeous banner was made by our wonderfully talented @sunnyikemen)
All of you in the Discord server are already aware of this, but I am excited to announce that Sunny @sunnyikemen and I are have planned the next Ikémen Fandom Gift Exchange!
This time it will be for Ikémen Revolution, and I cannot be more thrilled to finally release the sign up sheet for this event.
You can sign up here!
The deadline to submit your answers will be due on August 17, two weeks and a few days from today (August 2) - if you’re interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before then. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let one of the hosts know you’ve done that, as we do not get notified when that happens and we want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, we will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact a host directly.
Just like before, once we get everyone’s information organized and sorted, we will be reaching out to everyone individually on August 28 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to as well as how long you have to create the project and everything to know about the due date.
Please note before signing up that we do have a Discord server we’d like everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (us included!) to get to know one another and work together and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with such as a Jukebox and Marriage Hunter~!
If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please speak with a host before you send in an application.
Once your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, one of us will reach out with a link to join the Discord server.
Please let us know if you have any questions! We can be reached via DM on Tumblr or Discord (Brenna~#4948 and sunny🌻#0606).
Thank you to everyone that joined my follower appreciation giveaway! I really appreciate all of the support and love you guys have shown me over the years! 💖
For the chibi commission winners, think about which character you would like a chibi of and then please have a picture you would like the artist to use as a reference so I can pass it onto her. 😊
For the merch winners, here’s the original post that has the merch you can select from! I’m going to be contacting the merch winners in order, so it’s possible some of you may hear from me tomorrow. 😊
Thank you again to everyone for joining! And thank you to each and every single one of my followers! I truly am grateful and appreciate you all! 💕
at last, what we’ve all been waiting for: everything compiled together so bryn can keep all her shit in order lmao im so sorry this has taken me so long
I just personally wanted to extend my thanks to each and every one of our wonderful participants. It has been an absolute delight getting to work with you all and getting to know each and every one of you throughout this process. I’m so thankful for the friendships this has brought me, and I can’t wait to see how all of this blossoms into more. Thanks for the discord antics and for putting up with me hahah <3 I also hope to see a lot of familiar faces for the next event Sunny and I decide to host… and speaking of Sunny, I want to give a big big thank you to her, for being the best co-host a girl could ask for. I could not have done this without you. I love you to the moon and back!! -Bryn :)
Thank you so much everyone for participating!! I’ve had the most wonderful experience working with everyone, and the pieces created for this exchange have been absolutely PHENOMENAL. You’re all insanely talented and hardworking and I thank you all for all your efforts, it’s been such a delight to see everything come together, and for being able to chat with peeps on the discord! You’re all gorgeous humans and I’ve loved every second <3 and of course thank you Bryn for letting me co-host with you (and for your patience hahah) I’ve adored doing this with you and I love you so much!! -Sunny xx
(Extra)Ordinary Pleasure | Takeda Shingen x Female Reader | by @tiny-wooden-robot for xxsycamore
Valiance | Oda Nobunaga x Fem OC (Asura) | by @xxsycamore for randonauticrap
Flowers for Your Love | Oda Nobunaga x MC/Reader | by @randonauticrap for dreamscapesin1582
Love in Letters | Toyotomi Hideyoshi x MC (Mai) | by @dreamscapesin1582 for kokorokai
Fireflies in the Summer Sky | Takeda Shingen x MC | by @kokorokai for iphigeniainaulis
Ten Thousand Leaves | Takeda Shingen x OC (Inoue Eri) | by @iphigeniainaulis for tacogawa
Sketches | Sanada Yukimura x Sarutobi Sasuke x MC, Shingen x MC | by tacogawa for ikemenlibrary & sunnyikemen
Hand Kisses | Ishida Mitsunari x MC | by @tacogawa for neobrogrippa
Tell Me of the Moon | Sarutobi Sasuke x MC | by @neobrogrippa for yaystew
Sunflower Kisses | Takeda Shingen x OC (Sunny) | by @yaystew for sunnyikemen
Lies of You, Lies of Me | Takeda Shingen x MC | by @sunnyikemen for tiny-wooden-robot
Chibi | Imagawa Yoshimoto | by @weird-konpeito for readerinsertfanfiction
Bookmark | Takeda Shingen | by readerinsertfanfiction for sunnyikemen
Forever | Kennyo | by @readerinsertfanfiction for nopenow
Sly Mitsuhide | Akechi Mitsuhide | by @nopenow for shimadalluvia
Beyond His Betrayal | Kicho | by @shimadalluvia for aquagirl1978
Moments Like This | Akechi Mitsuhide x OC (Fukumoto Saki) | by @aquagirl1978 for themysticalbeing
Him & Her: Their Ongoing Story | Uesugi Kenshin x MC | by @themysticalbeing for aminiatureworld
Kitsune Dance | Akechi Mitsuhide x OC (Misa) | by @aminiatureworld for akitsuneswife
The Wedding Night | Akechi Mitsuhide x MC (Mai) | by @akitsuneswife for daegupaksu
Shopping Trip | Toyotomi Hideyoshi x MC | by @daegupaksu for bmpmp3
Them and Their Pets | Akechi Mitsuhide, Uesugi Kenshin, Oda Nobunaga x Kicho | by @bmpmp3 for weird-konpeito
My Heart Is | Takeda Shingen x OC (Sunny) | by ikemenlibrary for sunnyikemen
The Definition of Love | Sanada Yukimura x OC (Zeta) | by @ikemenlibrary for nad-zeta
The Book | Date Masamune x MC | by @nad-zeta for ikeromantic
The Angel’s Choice | Takeda Shingen x MC (Mai) | by @ikeromantic for the12thnightproject
Conditions Necessary | Sarutobi Sasuke x OC (Asaka) | by @the12thnightproject for ashavazesa
Our Stories Amidst the Zillion Stars | Sanada Yukimura x OC (Brenna), Sarutobi Sasuke | by @ashavazesa for ikemenlibrary
this was drawn by my very bestest friend, @saeyoungs-sunflower (@sunnyikemen) and it has absolutely made me so ridiculously happy.
I know I’ve already thanked you profusely over dm’s, but once again I would like to say thank you. you’ve made this day, a day that usually doesn’t mean much to me, so so special from the minute I woke up, and I will never ever forget your friendship or kindness. sunny, I love you to the sun (lol) and back. thank you for shining the brightest light into my life. I don’t know what I’d do without you.
this is something that my very very sweet and dear friend, @kokorokai surprised me with today. and let me tell you, what a surprise it was!
kokoro, I’ve already screamed about this to you via discord dms, but I just once again wanted to say thank you so much. I am truly in awe of your talent, and this will be a present I never forget, much like our friendship. thank you for being a bright spot in my life, and thank you for never failing to put a smile on my face.
