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Oner moodboard wallpaper / lockscreen

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[zerendiipity]

Ling Chao - filled with you and i

i’m sorry that it’s been a long time since i posted something !! first i had midterms, then i had a big writers block. i’ve been trying to write different things to get out of my writers block so i have a few wips. i hope i can finish them as well as i did with this one!! tbh, i thought i wouldn’t like it as much but i think i do !! i hope you enjoy it too!!

word count: +1.8k (1.843)

—”I’m still hungry so I’m gonna go get something else, I’ll be right back!” —Ling Chao said as he got up from his seat to go buy something to eat, but you stopped him before he could leave.

—”Wait! Buy something for me too? Maybe something sweet.” —He nodded and you handed him some money. Then, he left towards the cafeteria.

You two had a little more than an hour free before your next class, so on days like this both of you would sit under one of the big trees decorating your campus, resting your backs on the trunk of one of the biggest ones that faced the big garden that some of the botany biology majors and others took care of. Spring was already around the corner so the different plants growing and the flowers blossoming were great inspirations but also could be great models for art majors like you two.

After finishing the quick sketch you had been doing, you smiled proudly at the result. Definitely, practice had its rewards and you were definitely seeing them on the realism of the flowers you had drawn and the person you drew holding them. Suddenly curiosity took the best of you and you glanced over at the sketchbook Ling Chao had left behind before he went to the cafeteria with the silent promise that you’d take care of it while he was away, although he’d only take around five minutes if there wasn’t a lot of people there.

He had closed it before leaving, so although you were really curious, you debated over if you should take a sneak peek at what’s inside. Most artists didn’t like people looking through their sketchbooks without permission. Some didn’t like people looking at them while they used them. Both you and Ling Chao fit into both categories, but even nowadays, as close as you two were, you never looked at what each other was drawing.

And for that same reason, maybe he would get a little mad if you looked at it, right? You decided that you wouldn’t even look through everything, but instead go to the page he had been using. It would only take a second, so he probably wouldn’t even know. Once he returned and went back to what he was doing, you could simply compensate the guilt of seeing his art without his permission with looking over his drawing and, trying your best to sound like you totally hadn’t seen it before, say ‘oh! that looks really nice!’ and that’s it. Nothing wrong about that.

You opened the sketchbook around the last few pages instead of the first ones, because as you had planned you weren’t going to look at any of his finished works or sketches without permission, you would try to find the last page he had been using right away.

And when you did… You were shocked, to say the least.

Instead of the same flowers you had been drawing, or any of the plants filling the beautiful garden in front of you, what you found were a few sketches of someone who for some reason looked a little bit like you. Okay, maybe you were pretty sure it was you, especially thanks to the unfinished sketch of a girl who casually wore your same clothes and had the same hairstyle and was seen drawing on a notebook from a side profile view.

There was nothing wrong with him drawing you. Probably, to other people it could be pretty creepy to have someone staring at you, although a little bit less awkward when you know it’s because they’re trying to draw you, and even less when you know the person doing so. You didn’t exactly feel that awkwardness. He had been doing the same thing as you; looking at something in real life to try and portray it in a drawing and learn from it.

But you felt… Perhaps something similar to embarrassment. No matter how close the two of you had grown to be, you felt a little bit shy, and also a little self-conscious.

‘I didn’t really put much care into my hair this morning. I didn’t wear make-up. And we just ate- If I had something on my face, he would have told me, right?’ You kept asking yourself useless questions like that while putting the sketchbook closer to your face, looking for anything bad on you that he could have seen and then replicated on the drawing. But there was nothing. There was nothing bad about it. Realizing that made you feel a little bit shier.

Your phone vibrated and you put the notebook away from your face, grabbing your phone and reading the notification displayed on the screen.

“(1) new message from didi 🌻: “i’m sorry i took so long, there was a lot of people !! i’m going back now”

As soon as you finished that, you quickly but carefully closed his sketchbook and left it where it was. You even spent an extra 5 seconds making sure it was placed in the exact same position it was when he left. And then, you used the remaining time to go back to your previous pose and stare at your drawing like you had never stopped doing so, adding some finishing touches to it. About two minutes later, he came back.

He gave you your food and you two went back to what you were doing before. Or did you? You were actually just wondering if Ling Chao was still drawing you, and if he would ever show you what he did. If he kept it as a secret, since you had found out, you wondered if you would feel a little anxious wondering why wouldn’t he tell you about it. When Ling Chao was done with his drawing, you stopped drawing too and closed your sketchbook to talk for a while. Your break felt short spending time with him and soon you were going back to your classes. The next one you had now was art history.

Although you didn’t hate the class, you were feeling pretty bored and felt like doing something more practical. You felt tempted to stop using your notebook to take notes of whatever the teacher was saying, which you weren’t even paying attention to as much as you tried to stay in focus, and just take out your sketchbook. You looked to your right where a few seats away, Ling Chao was sitting and submerged in whatever he was drawing in his notebook. You two probably felt the same way at that moment.

You repeated that thought in your head. Does he really feel the same way as you did?

Hoping that he did and that his feelings would be hidden behind his drawings of you, you looked at him for a few more seconds before you looked down to your notebook and started sketching that picture of him.

You kept raising your head every few seconds to take a look at him, at the pose he was in. His upper body slightly leaning forward to see what he was drawing better and from a closer perspective. You took a look at his face, trying to portray the focused expression he had. His eyes never left the piece he was working on, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

Every once in a while you’d have a hard time. Overall, the drawing was going well, but you’d stress over trying to get some parts to look as similar to reality as possible. You didn’t really care about it being completely realistic, you just wanted it to resemble him. If anyone saw it, they should be able to know who the person in the drawing was. And although you probably would feel embarrassed and wouldn’t want anyone to find out you drew Ling Chao, your heart’s beating sped up a little, shaken over the sudden feeling of wanting him to see it and to be able to also see the feelings behind the illustration.

So focused on your work, the last time you were going to raise your head to compare the sketch to the real-life version of it, you realized Ling Chao wasn’t sitting there anymore. In fact, most people weren’t sitting anymore and some had even left the classroom already. You looked back at his now empty desk. He had even had time to pick up his stuff, so exactly how long ago had the class ended?

Then, something inside you made you look over your shoulder, and when instead of the profile view of him you had been staring at while drawing you found your eyes meeting directly with his, everything around you seemed to stop. Time stopped, every single movement stopped, every sound or noise stopped, probably your breathing or your heart beating stopped. God, it even felt like the rotation of the Earth itself stopped.

Even without looking away from you, you knew he had seen it. Even before answering the last question he threw and letting him have his way, you knew he had most likely already seen enough to figure out everything about those sentiments you had tried so hard to put onto the paper.

—”(Y/N)... Can I see your sketchbook?” —

But it made you feel powerless to still not be able to tell what his feelings were. It felt like your vision was slightly blinded, like there were things that you couldn’t see, and he had an advantage over you because now he would be able to see everything. That kind of thing… You didn’t want that.

You released the breath that you had been holding in, and then took another deep breath.

—”Only if you’d let me see yours too.” —

You got up from your seat, taking your sketchbook in your hands and closing it, waiting for him to take out his from his backpack before both of you exchanged them. You shared a final look before finally opening the first page.

Spending almost the same amount of time looking at each page, you turned the first page. After stopping to look at the next one, both of you turned one more page. It went on until you got to the last page he had filled. It was the same one you had seen previously, but a new sketch had been added.

This time, you didn’t even think about it twice. The person he had portrayed… You naturally acknowledged that it was you.

After turning that page and finding that the following ones were blank, you closed the sketchbook. Soon enough, he did the same thing with yours. You two looked up again and although your eyes met the same way as before, the vision was different.

It was like you could see even better than before. It was like you could see anything, including the feelings the both of you held.

The feelings behind the sketchbook filled with drawings of him, and the feelings of the one filled with drawings of you.

[my9percent]

hello ^^ can i please have 93 + 125 with ziyang? thanks a lot 😊

93. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”125. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

You woke up in the middle of the night, dripping. There was sweat coating your forehead and a slick stickiness between your legs. Your heightened senses caught onto the comforting, and now even more so, intoxicating, scent beside you. 

Your hands curled and you dug your nails into your palm, hoping the pain would help you at least stay focused. Droplets of sweat coursed down your body and you shifted uncomfortably. The moon was shining dimly through your window and for the first time in your life, you dreaded the choices you made.

In the last nine months of your relationship, you had done a remarkable job hiding who you really were from your boyfriend. But now it seems inevitable. You had been adamant about not moving in with him, but as time went on, he stayed over more and more. Now, when your body was falling into its most primitive cycle, you felt weak and scared.

The painful throbbing between your legs reminded you of your previous predicament and when Ziyang moved, the little breeze caused his scent to envelope around you. You clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your moan. 

Carefully, you snuck your hand under the comforter, past your shorts. You winced at how soaked your underwear was and the slick musk of your arousal was sharp to your sensitive nostrils. Your legs widened slightly to accommodate your fingers and almost immediately, you felt both a sigh of relief and the twinge of dissatisfaction.

You closed your eyes and tried to picture Ziyang on top of you. Your hormones allowed your imagination to run away from you and soon you were losing control.

There was an annoyed cluck of the tongue from next to you. “Hey,” your boyfriend mumbled groggily. ““Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” It took him less than a minute to realize the movements you had been trying to minimize.

He propped his lanky body onto an elbow and your face flushed but you couldn’t stop your fingers. You had now stuck three inside of you and you were panting, desperate for release, but also knowing that without anything truly filling you, you would only be left with the wild itch that burned below your skin.

“Baby, please,” you begged. Your tongue licked your lips and you gazed at him imploringly.

Ziyang squinted slightly as he tried to focus on you with only the moonbeam helping him. “Sweetheart, you know I’m exhausted.” His eyes drifted to the clock and back to you.

By now you wanted to cry. Fear and the need to be comforted (and touched) by your mate was tugging at you and you fell apart at the seams. You pulled your hand away from you and grabbed tissues, cleaning at them and crying as you did so. 

This reaction alarmed him and he reached out to touch your shoulder. You nearly melted. His body heat was radiating off and you wanted to be filled by him.

“What’s going on? You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.” He was too perspective and had gotten to the core of the issue.

The truth was on the tip of your tongue but you also didn’t know how he would react. It wasn’t your fault you had imprinted on a human, but it was your fault for being cowardly enough to keep it from him for all these nine months.

His arms wrapped around you and you felt another gush of desire slip from you as you let out a moan, so filled with primal desire and need that you knew if you didn’t tell him, he’d think you were crazy.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

His lips were ghosting on your shoulders now and even though his heart beat was steady against your back, you found yourself unable to calm down.

“What is it?”

Your mouth was dry but the hormones raging inside you made an instinctual decision. He was your mate, and bound to find out. If he rejected you, well, it would be your bad luck and demise.

“Ziyang, I’m… not exactly human.”

He paused and you picked up on the change in his breathing. You also felt that he was now giving off cautious vibes. “Explain.”

Damn these hormones. You wanted to cry again. “I’m a werewolf, and you’re my mate.”

The moment you said those words, however, he did not push you away. Instead, his entire being seemed to relax and he held you tighter. “That explains so much.”

“What?”

“When I’m around you, I feel a physical magnetic pull, and I know that it’s because I love you but it felt like something more, something beyond just emotional affection. And I’ve noticed your behavior changes over the pattern of a month and we never see each other the week of full moons.”

You leaned your head on his shoulders. Ziyang placed a kiss on the top of your head and turned you to face him. “Are you in heat, is that what’s wrong?” He put it so plainly and so matter-of-factly that you felt embarrassed.

You kept your head down, refusing to look at him as you nodded affirmative. “Look at me.”

When you mustered up the courage, you saw him smirking slightly. “Sweetheart, then let’s fix it. It’ll make you feel better, wouldn’t it?” You nodded and he cupped your head as he placed a kiss on your lips. Relief flooded your veins as you realized that you had been accepted, and when his fingers pulled at the hem of your shirt, you knew that you were in good hands.

Sorry for taking so so long. But I’m done with finals, went back for break and am back for second semester. I’m finding more time to write. It would be really appreciated if people left feedback! I have never written a werewolf au so if this is something people want to see more of, once these drabbles are done, I’ll start posting long scenarios again~

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Fantasy Fest Series: Demon of Mine || Bu Fan [Demon!AU]

Credit to @buyuefan for the gif, which sparked inspiration for this fic!

Title: Demon of Mine Pairing: Reader x Bufan Genre: Witch!AU + Demon!AU + fluff  Word Count: 2,202 words Summary: Magic can be tricky, especially when you accidentally summon a demon into your home.

A/N: My first fic in the Fantasy Fest series! At the time of me writing up this fic, demon!au is currently in the lead in the poll. Who else better to play the role of a demon that Bufan himself? Also, a disclaimer: everything is pretty much more or less fictional. I made up a few things as far as summoning demons go and I also didn’t want anyone to get any ideas, lol. Everything is under the cut because this is the longest fic i’ve ever written I think, oof. Enjoy demon!Bufan! 

Warning: mild cursing, brief mention of blood

ya’ll asked for demon!au

so i gotchu boo

you come from a family of witches 

magic has ran through your family blood line for generations, dating back to the early 1400s

contrary to popular belief, your family did not practice black magic or served the Devil

instead your family used magical skills in order to heal others, even opening an apothecary as a family business

all throughout your life, you loved learning about the functions of different types of herbs and ingredients and using that knowledge to create all types of potions and concoctions 

you also had an affinity for spell-casting and charms

every so often, your parents would go on business trips and travel across realms, bringing back new knowledge of spells and potions that you had never heard of 

sometimes they were gone for months or, rarely, a year

it did feel strange being on your own for long periods of time, but you grew accustomed to it

it also meant you were left in charge of running the apothecary, which you were all too eager for

as you flipped to a page in one of your many ancient potion-books to find the cure for nightshade rash for one of your clients, you scanned the ingredient list and saw that one of the ingredients was virtually illegible due to the fact that the ink was rubbed away over time 

“damn. how am I supposed to make this potion now?” you sighed. “guess i’ll have to ask grandma.”

after closing up the shop so that no customers wandered in, you headed to the back room. shelves lined the walls and were filled with all sorts of magical ingredients, all neatly organized according to their use. the soft sound of the fire crackling under the fireplace and the bubbling of the cauldron hanging above it filled the room. books and papers written in latin littered the tables and floor messily, the aftermath of your charms studying session from earlier

with a flick of your wrist, the books and papers levitated and swirled in the air for a moment before tidying themselves into organized stacks. another flick of your wrist, everything including the furniture moved on their own and cleared the center of the floor

“hm... what was the spell that mom used?” you said to yourself.

you had never summoned your deceased grandmother before, let alone any spirit for that matter. usually it was your mother who did the spirit contacting

looking through a spell book, you stopped at one particular spell and figured this was what you were looking for 

how to summon a loved one

according to the spell, all you had to do was draw a magic circle, provide a drop of blood and say a simple incantation. the circle will automatically summon the one you love, which you figured was your grandmother in this case

sounds easy enough

oh boy were you in for a surprise

you carefully used a piece of white chalk to carefully replicate the image  of a large summoning circle, carefully sketching intricate patterns as you go. facing the fireplace, you slowly inhaled and exhaled, a stream of wind leaving your mouth and extinguishing the flames, turning the room almost pitch black. with that said, you lit a few candles around the circle. gently running your index finger over the other, a small incision appeared. tilting your finger, you let a drop of blood fall into the circle. it was time to start the ritual.

closing your eyes, you channeled all of your energy to your core and began reciting the spell incantation. feeling the magic run through your veins, you felt the air pick up and stir around you, creating a vortex at the center of the circle. shadows danced along the walls to the sound of your chanting that grew in volume with each repetition. the once tiny golden flames were now a roaring, brilliant amethyst. 

your words came to a halt as you finished reciting the spell. the room around you also fell into a complete silence. opening your eyes, you were prepared to greet the spirit of your grandmother

except it wasn’t a spirit

hell (no pun intended) it wasn’t even your grandmother

floating in a fog of purple smoke above the summoning circle was a massive male figure around 6′3′’. his hair was a blood crimson, mirroring his glowing eyes beneath his closed lids. aside from wearing slightly loose black pants and a long trench coat, he was completely shirtless 

(you were lowkey checking out his abs ooh la la)

but what caught you the most off guard was the lilac tint of his skin, the onyx curled horns above his head, deadly talons instead of fingernails, and the powerful presence of obsidian wings that were tattered and torn at the edges and looked at least twice your size

“oh shit i just summoned a demon”

at the sound of your voice, the demon’s eyes snapped open and glared at you with what you believe was murderous intent

fuck

you were going to die tonight 

you were a healer, not a fighter rip you

just as the demon made a move to step out of circle, the spell broke. the magic that kept him afloat disappeared in a flash

causing him to plant face first onto your wooden floor

“....pfffft-”

you knew you probably shouldn’t have found the idea of a potentially dangerous demon in your home funny, but you couldn’t stopped laughing at how someone so scary looking could be so clumsy

meanwhile the demon only winced in pain as he stood back up and rubbed his face before shooting you a look of disbelief

most people would faint, pee their pants, cry, or at least scream in fear at the sight of him

but here you are laughing at him

who tf were you?

“are you done?” he deadpanned after watching you laugh at him for three minutes straight

wiping away a stray tear, you barely managed to settle down and responded, “y-yeah i think i’m good. are you?”

“peachy”

you felt the need to laugh again... until you realized that the spell you used was meant to summon:

a loved one

and it summoned this random demon 

wtf was that supposed to mean

“wait, who the hell are you?” you interrogated

“my name is bufan. i’m a formidable demon of the Underworld!” his loud, deep ass voice boomed before leaning down his height to make eye contact with you

you felt your heart flutter a bit at how close he was

“that’s uh... nice...”

“just... nice....?”

“yeah....”

awkward silence

“so who are you and why did you summon me?” bufan questioned, raising a dark eyebrow at you

“oh! i’m (y/n). i kind of summoned you by accident,” you sheepishly admitted

“how do you accidentally summon a demon?”

“how do you accidentally trip and fall while getting summoned?”

“....”

damn you got him there

“anyway,” you coughed, “all i wanted to do was summon the spirit of my dead grandmother, not a demon. i’m not even sure why the spell summoned you in the first place. not to be rude or anything but can you go back to where you came from? I'm really busy and need to talk to my grandmother so i can start this cure already”

"i can't unless you give me your first born child"

“....say what now”

you gaped at his serious poker face before slowly watching it contort into a shit-eating grin. then he broke into a boisterous laughing fit that shook the whole room with its intensity

you pouted when you realized he was pulling your leg. “this is payback for earlier, isn’t it?”

he calmed himself down to a few chuckles, “i was just trying to break the ice. it’s not every day i get summoned to a cute little witch’s home”

you nearly forgot how much of a smooth talker demons were

blood rushed to your cheeks at his words

definitely not because he called you cute

(it definitely is)

“but i’m telling the truth when i say i can’t exactly go back. that’s not how this spell works. i’m already bounded to you by blood”

you wondered what he meant by ‘not how the spell works’

“the spell book doesn’t say anything about it either,” you sighed. “i guess that means you’re stuck with me for the time being- hey! be careful with that!”

you snatched a bottle of naga venom from bufan who already was snooping around at all of the magical ingredients and things around him

“you’re awfully calm. aren't you afraid i'll take your soul or something?" he says

"bold of you to assume I have a soul"

you were joking of course and he, being a demon, could sense that you indeed did have a soul and grinned at you

“just... try and behave yourself, ok?”

“i’ll be on my best behavior”

bufan was not on his best behavior

you should have known never to trust a demon smh

having bufan around was like taking care of three year old child

he’s constantly asking you questions every time you’re trying to make potions and just genuinely trying to annoy you

“(y/n), what’s that?”

“dragon’s breath”

“and that?”

“alicorn tears”

“this empty jar says teeth. who’s teeth?”

“it’s about to be yours in a second after i punch you in the jaw if you don’t stfu”

“are all you humans so snippy?”

“oh my god”

“more like oh my lucifer amirite”

you were a unicorn’s hair away from hexing him jfc

for someone so big, he was also extremely sneaky and sly

he’s always trying to play pranks on you and using his powers to his advantage

such as using his invisibility to randomly pop in front of you or poke your sides or face when you were doing something

or hiding your phone and other necessities all over the house and sending you on an entire scavenger hunt

despite his childish tendencies, bufan was also quite reliable 

for some reason, he grew to be protective of you although he knew you could protect yourself with your own powers

whenever you traveled home alone at night, he insisted on flying you home on his broad back

which you secretly loved bc flying with bufan was always fun since he would always make it feel like a roller coaster ride by flying in loops and various speeds

there were times where bufan even acted like a mother figure which was both intriguing and terrifying

“(y/n), did you eat yet?”

“no i don’t have any time to-”

*proceeds to make eight different types of meals for you*

in addition, he always had liver medicine on hand and you have no idea how or why???

whenever you were having a bad day, he never hesitated to listen to your problems even if they didn’t apply to him as a demon

over the next few months of bufan living with you, your once quiet and uneventful home was now constantly filled with laughter, annoyed yells, and bustle. you found yourself noticeably happier

but a part of you always wondered if your happiness was only one sided

“bufan,” you called out to him one day while fiddling with your wand

he made a grunting sound from the couch that was situated a few feet from you, indicating that he heard you and was listening

“do you regret being summoned by me?” you nervously asked

no answer

feeling your heart drop when he failed to respond, you assumed the worse and laughed quietly to hide the sadness in your heart

“it’s okay if you do. i wont hold it against you,” you nodded timidly

hearing his footsteps approach you, you faintly remember hearing your wand drop onto the floor before he pulled you close to him

you’ve never felt so tiny oml

“what makes you think i regret being here?” he questioned, clearly confused as to why you were suddenly bringing this up

you shrugged, “i don’t know... i mean, you were kind of forced to. do you miss being on your own?”

“do you?”

it took you a moment to quietly reply, “i’ve gotten used to feeling alone, so if you wanted to leave, i would let you”

bufan could hear the loneliness that lingered at the edge of your words. little did you know, he already knew how much you meant to him from the very first day he met you. there was no way it was an accident. he pulled you tighter to him before kissing the top of your head

“silly little witch. who says i’m going anywhere?”

you tilted your head up at him in surprise, “you’re saying that if you had the chance to leave, you wouldn’t take it?”

“you couldn’t get rid of me even if you wanted to”

and you swear that that was the moment you knew you had fallen for a demon

maybe performing that spell wasn’t a mistake after all

perhaps the universe knew that bufan was meant to be your loved one

because there was no better feeling than always coming home to a certain demon of yours

[linkeai]

jealous

mu ziyang ( oner )

summary: a little prank on your boyfriend courtesy of both you and his friends goes very wrong.

genre: fluff, kinda angsty ig

word count: 1,406

 Ziyang had never been the jealous type.

 Really, he wasn’t. He never got mad at you hanging out with other boys, people complimenting you and wasn’t really bothered by men looking at you so long as you weren’t uncomfortable. He knew you loved him and him only, so there was no need for jealousy. That was what he had told you, anyway.

 So you had always thought that Ziyang simply wasn’t the jealous type; which made it all the more confusing when his friends tried to convince you otherwise.

 Ziyang had invited you to spend a day out with him and the boys because they wanted to see you since it had been a while. You’d all gone out for lunch and the second Ziyang had excused himself to the bathroom, the boys had jumped down your throat asking questions about the relationship that Ziyang was fairly private about.

 This conversation quickly led to the question of “how do you deal with him being jealous all the time?”

 You were confused, to say the least. “Jealous? Ziyang doesn’t really get jealous.”

 They all stared at you for a long moment before laughing like you’d said something funny. You were about to ask what they meant when Ziyang started approaching the table again and Bu Fan said, “just watch, Y/N.”

 Ziyang sat down beside you and glanced around at the group, suspicious of your silence. “What are you guys talking about?”

 You started to respond before Yue Yue cut you off and easily replied, “we were just talking about how perfect Y/N looks today.”

 Your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden compliment, cheeks burning. Yue Yue shot you a winning smile and Ziyang breathed a laugh, drumming his fingers on your knee below the table and responding, “they do, don’t they?”

 You smiled, averting your gaze to the boys as if to say ‘i told you so,’ but they didn’t look phased. You sank back in your chair, preparing yourself for the very long day ahead of you.

 It got worse from there. Throughout your lunch, the boys had not missed a single opportunity to compliment you or flirt with you. At first, Ziyang just breezily agreed with the boy's compliments or shrugged it off, but you could see he was starting to get irritated by the constant stream of attention toward you. Things took a turn for the worst, however, when you decided to play along. You knew it was mean, but you were curious to see what would happen and if Ziyang really was the jealous type, even with his own friends.

 “Y/N, your eyes are so pretty!” Ling Chao said sweetly, resting his chin on his palms. You took a nervous sip of your water, glancing sideways at Ziyang and growing slightly frustrated by his lack of reaction. “Thank you,” you said. “Your eyes are really pretty too.”

 Ling Chao’s eyes widened in surprise and Bu Fan coughed, choking slightly on his water. You were all silent for a second as Ziyang shifted slightly in his seat. You glanced sideways at him, seeing the disgruntled look on his face before quickly looking away and seeing the sinister smile on Bu Fan’s face.

 “Mine are prettier though, right, Y/N?” He teased, batting his eyelashes. Suppressing the urge to smack him, you smiled sweetly and responded, “of course. You’re both very pretty.”

 “What about me?” Yue Yue said, a whiny edge to his tone. Clenching your jaw and trying to ignore the rising heat emanating from your boyfriend, you said; “you’re the most handsome, Yue Yue.”

 The second the words had left your mouth, all eyes nervously moved to look at Ziyang, who was quietly seething beside you. Maybe he was the jealous type after all.

 After a moment of horribly uncomfortable silence, Ziyang cleared his throat and his chair scraped against the floor, startling all of you. “Everybody done?” He said as though nothing was wrong. His actions stated otherwise, as he grabbed his jacket and your own off the backs of your chairs and jerked his head back impatiently. “Come, Y/N, let’s go home.”

 You quickly got up, shooting a glance at the other boys who looked as frightened as you felt. Not really frightened of Ziyang, he was harmless himself, but his temper wasn’t something to be trifled with.

 He took your hand and as he pulled you away, shouted over his shoulder “Yue Yue, you pay!”

 You swallowed thickly, throwing one last glance back at the boys, those damn boys as you were lead all the way from the restaurant, through the parking lot and into the passenger seat of the car without a word from Ziyang.

 And he didn’t say a word as he started the car and drove away, not bothering to turn the radio on and leaving the car in heavy, awkward silence.

 About ten minutes later, you finally broke. “Ziyang,” you started.

 “Don’t,” he said quickly. His voice was cold. “Don’t talk to me right now.”

 You bit down on your bottom lip, slumping in your seat and staring at the rearview mirror. You had messed up. You knew it had been a bad idea in the first place, but it seems Ziyang either hadn’t gotten the joke or wasn’t finding it funny at all. You didn’t speak for the remainder of the drive, listening tensely to Ziyang’s fingers drumming a quick beat on the steering wheel.

 You arrived home and got out of the car, almost running to keep up with Ziyang’s quick pace to the front door. You fiddled with your fingers behind his back, eyeing him nervously as he calmly looked for the right key. When he unlocked the door and waited for you to step inside, you were half expecting him to push you against the wall like you were in a movie or something. No such luck.

 He gave you an angry, narrow-eyed look as you stepped inside that made you gulp, closing the door behind you with a soft click. He kicked off his shoes and stalked inside, not looking back at you or saying a word.

 “Ziyang,” you called for the second time. You hadn’t meant to sound so exasperated. Again, you practically jogged to keep up with him as he made his way to the bedroom. “Ziyang!”

 “What!” He turned so quickly and answered so loudly you almost slipped and fell over, staring at him in surprise. He took a deep breath, crossing his arms. “What do you want?” He bit, calmer in comparison.

 You took a step toward him. “It was just a joke,” you laughed nervously. “The boys said you were the jealous type and I didn’t believe them. I thought it would be funny.” You explained, ashamed that you’d made Ziyang so upset just for a stupid joke.

 “Funny,” he repeated stonily. “You thought it would be funny.”

 “I…” You scratched the back of your neck, looking at his shoulders instead of his angry gaze. He scoffed, turning on his heel and disappearing into the bedroom. “Ziyang, I’m sorry!” You called out. “It was a stupid joke, I didn’t think you’d get mad.”

 You followed him into the bedroom, where he was already waiting for you in the middle of the room like an angry stone statue. “Didn’t think I’d get mad?” He repeated. “You didn’t think I’d get mad at you flirting with my friends?”

 “It was a joke!” You protested, not understanding why he wasn’t getting it. “I don’t actually want to flirt with them.” He blew air from his mouth, sitting on the corner of the bed and seeming to deflate slightly. “So why would you? The joke wasn’t funny, Y/N.”

 You huffed, moving to sight beside him on the bed. He didn’t move away.

 “I know, I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you get jealous.” You admitted. He chuckled, still sounding slightly irritated. “Well, it worked. Congratulations.”

 You breathed a laugh, leaning to the side to rest your head on his shoulder. He hesitated a moment before sighing and throwing an arm around you, kissing your head.

 “Are you still mad at me?” You asked in a small voice. “A little,” he responded just as softly. “I can’t stay mad at you.”

 You smiled. “You don’t have to be jealous. You’re the only one I like.”

 Ziyang didn’t respond, but his red cheeks said enough as he tilted your face up and pressed a kiss to your lips.

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Bedtime Cuddles - Mu Ziyang

(A/N: Hello ^^ This is for the sweet anon who requested a Mu Ziyang scenario!! I’m sorry this isn’t that long, but it seemed like a good place to end off haha even though it turned out more like a drabble :)) I hope you enjoy it~ <33)

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2.36am

The light of the digital clock that sat on your nightstand glared at you. Tossing over again, you sighed. It did nothing more than mock you as the minutes crept by. Counting sheep, burning essential oils, meditating - heck, even pressing on some pressure point that was supposed to help your body fall asleep - none of it seemed to work. After a long day at work, you wanted nothing more than to fall into a deep, peaceful slumber; but as rest continued to remain just out of your grasp, hours seemed to blend together into a mix of rearranging pillows and trying to find a comfortable position.

‘Maybe I just need some water or something,’ you thought to yourself. If sleep didn’t want to come to you, then you might as well do something productive with your time, right? There wasn’t really a point in lying in bed for even longer if you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep.

Walking out of your room and into your kitchen, you startled at the sight of your boyfriend hunched over at the table. It was rare that he would muster up the strength to come home after a long night of practicing instead of opting to crash at the dorms, which were only a stone’s throw away from the company. Pressing a peck to his cheek as you grabbed a glass and started filling it up with water, a soft smile spread across your features when you felt a pair of arms circle around your waist.

“Why are you still up, princess?” the husky voice of your boyfriend, Mu Ziyang, said as he cuddled up behind you. You hummed in contentment as he nuzzled his nose into your hair, “Couldn’t sleep and figured I’d get a sip of water. What are you doing up this late?” Taking a gulp from your glass, you sighed in relief as it hydrated your parched throat. Yeah, you had definitely needed some water. Maybe you would even be able to get to bed now.

“I was just looking over some lyrics. Promise that I was also planning on passing out soon,” he answered, leaning over and capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, “Since you have your water, do you want to come back to bed with me? I’m exhausted.”

You nodded, finishing your glass of water and chuckling softly as Ziyang stifled a yawn. How cute. Grabbing your boyfriend’s hand in your smaller one, you led him back to your shared bedroom and into bed. Readjusting the pillows for what would hopefully be the last time that night, you snuggled into the warmth of his much taller frame. The comfort you felt in his arms was unparalleled, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before your eyes started to droop shut.

“Go to bed, sweetheart, I’ll be here when you wake up,” Ziyang mumbled, lightly kissing the top of your head. As you were surrounded in the comfort of his embrace, simply revelling in the feeling of his love - you finally started to doze off into a peaceful dreamland.

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(pt1) musical dreams - yue yue

- a soulmate au in which soulmates receive dreams randomly on their soulmate’s day. this only happens when you’re in a deep sleep, so you usually don’t remember much of it, but you’re determined to find the owner of these memories.

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pt1 | pt2

a/n - this soulmate idea came from a fic i read a really long time ago about haikyuu so it was in a volleyball context. i felt that this would suit yue yue the most, so here we are :>

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There it goes again.

The same laughter and voice you’ve been hearing for the past 5 years. The same few people you’ve been seeing, but not once have you seen a reflection of their face.

What a bummer.

Today, they’re sitting at a crossroad. You can’t help but wonder what it is they’re about to do. After all, not everyone just sits at the crossroad like nobody’s business.

So there they are, sitting there, holding onto something, a microphone stand in front of them. A performer, perhaps? Your suspicion is proven correct as you hear the guitar chords being played on their guitar. You anticipate they’re voice since it has grown to be one of your most favourite sounds in the world. The way it flows so smoothly has got you swooning.

While enjoying the melody of their voice, you can’t help but notice that the surroundings look awfully familiar. Have you been to this particular place before? Mentally, you curse yourself for not being able to recall any details of the area. You were dying to meet your soulmate, but these dreams were not helping.

A particular part of the lyrics stands out to you a lot.

Actually, I am not a bad guy. （其实我不是 bad guy）

Meeting you is an accident（遇见你是意外）

Such subtle lyrics have so much meaning, don’t you think? You personally believe that your soulmate wouldn’t possibly be a bad guy. Who, with such a nice voice and laugh, could possibly be a bad person? You’ve heard of stories where someone’s soulmate turns out to be really bad and everything just goes wrong for that person, so you’re glad that you’re staying out of the unlucky range.

You finally notice that he has stopped singing. You watch as your point of view rises and that hand that you have seen countless times in your dreams reaching for the microphone.

“Thanks for stopping by to listen to me sing, ah, thanks for the support. My name is-”

That’s it. You were finally going to learn his name.

“Yu-”

You jolt awake, sitting upright in your bed, your hair no doubt an absolute mess. A groan escapes your lips as you ruffle your hair in frustration, making it messier than it already was. Each time you had this sort of dream, you always had to wake up when you were just that close to finding out who your soulmate was. This happened so frequently to a point where you were starting to think that fate didn't want you to find out who your soulmate was. So that you could stay single forever.

Still grumpy at the fact that your dream had been interrupted, you drag yourself off the bed to get ready for the day ahead of you. To you, your work had the most precedence in your mind.

You're rushing down the street to get to your workplace. Soulmate dreams start and end whenever they please, and there was absolutely no way to wake anyone up in the middle of one. Because of this, you woke up a tad bit too late for your taste and were going to be late for work.

In your rush, you bump into someone carrying a guitar on their back.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," you mumble as you take off towards the direction of your workplace without bothering to take a look at the face of the person you bumped into. You had a place to be at, and stopping to look at someone would just slow you down. At that exact same moment, your phone rings. You groan silently as you fish the phone out of your pocket. A voice barks at you on the other end.

"y/n! Where are you? The meeting with the Director starts in 10 minutes and you've yet to show up in my office! Do you still want your job or not?"

You roll your eyes. "Sorry, I overslept. I'll be there in 5 minutes, with your cup of coffee. Sorry."

"You'd better. The next time this happens, you can kiss your job goodbye."

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You're walking down the street, earpieces in your ears, heading towards some unknown location. Everything looks higher for some reason, and why is that? You enter a cafe and the cashier gives you a friendly greeting, "Oh hey, Yue! Your usual again?"

Oh right, you're dreaming. No wonder the perspective seems a little off.

"That's right. Give it a little extra kick than usual though, I... didn't sleep much last night," you heard your favourite raspy voice answer.

"And why's that so? Stayed up late writing songs? Watching too many dramas?"

Your soulmate laughs while shaking their head. "No, definitely not. You know me, I'm not like that. It's just... Something's been bothering me lately. I just think too much, don't you think so?"

The cashier guy shrugs. "I guess everyone has that point in their lives where they think too much. Relax, Yue. Whatever's bothering you, I'm sure you'll solve it soon. Or it'll blow over. Whichever comes first," he says as he turns around to start preparing the drink.

"Yue" starts to look around the cafe while idly tapping away at the counter, his fingers drumming along the oak finishing. They observe the customers, who range from couples to working adults to students. Cafes seem to be a popular date location for couples nowadays, huh.

"Here's your coffee, Yue," the cashier guy returns, placing the cup of coffee on the counter. "Yue" grabs the coffee and is about to leave when he adds,"By the way, Ziyang is asking if you'll play here today. Y'know, like you usually do? In your usual spot? Not by the traffic lights, of course."

"Yue" hums as they take a sip of their coffee. "Well, I guess it depends on my mood today. It also depends on how much Ziyang is willing to pay me for this gig. My services don't come free, you know. And he owes me way too many favours."

"So that's a maybe, then?" The cashier guy asks, a tinge of hopefulness hidden in his voice. "Yue" nods. "Alright, I'll let the boss know."

"Yue" waves as he exits the place. You manage to catch a glimpse of the name of the cafe. The sign reads "Espresso Yourself".

Everything goes black.

You sit up on your bed as you review the contents of the dream. For once, the dream actually proved to be useful, since you finally got a clue on who your soulmate might be. You hurry to scribble down the name of the cafe that your soulmate frequents before you started to forget what it was. 

You had heard about that cafe before and had seen many photos of it on Instagram. It had recently opened a couple of blocks away from your apartment building and was one of the most talked about cafes around. It was a place for anyone to "express themselves", hence the name. Street musicians or bands were often invited to play and sing in the space in the cafe. It's a quaint place - everyone loved it.

Your first thought is to visit the cafe to find out the name of your mysterious performer soulmate "Yue". So much information is presented to you at once - your soulmate's nickname, which cafe they frequent, where they usually perform, heck finding out who they are would be a piece of cake. However, a small part of you still uncertain. Were you ready to find out who they were? To meet them? Were you ready for a relationship at all? What if your soulmate didn't even like you?

Although it is barely before the crack of dawn, your burning queries had to be solved, so you call up your friend who, ever so conveniently, had found his soulmate way before you did. The tone went off at least 5 times before he picked up.

"You better have a good reason for calling me this early in the morning, y/n," a familiar tired out voice speaks from the other side of the call.

"Good morning to you too, Mubo. Isn't it just lovely this morning?"

You hear bitter laughter. "y/n, it's 5am. This morning isn't lovely. If anything, I think you're trying to ask me for a favour."

"I mean, you're not right, but you're not entirely wrong either," you state, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "More like I need your advice for my ever so colourful love life."

"Darling, your love life is anything but colourful."

You roll your eyes as you flop back onto the bed. "Well no shit, I was being sarcastic, mind you. You, on the other end, seem to be enjoying your colourful love life to the fullest."

Mubo chuckles,"Why yes, of course, I have. Why would I waste having such a wonderful boyfriend?"

A year prior, Mubo had searched for his soulmate endlessly (who yes, turned out to be a guy), and his search did not end in vain. He did find his other half, and the two are living their best gay lives together. Personally, you thought that Qin Fen, Mubo's boyfriend, is a way better friend than Mubo could ever be. At least he didn't try to be snarky towards you 90% of the time.

"I didn't call you to talk about your boyfriend, no matter how much more wonderful he is compared to you," you reply. "I'll go straight to the point. I had one of those soulmate dreams just now and I finally got a clue on who my soulmate could be. I just... need advice on how to approach them. I don't want to seem too eager, or too desperate. What if they don't even want to date? Or if they're not interested in girls???" As you started to list the various worries you were having, more questions started to appear in your mind."

"Oh my gosh, y/n, you need to relax. Make a cup of tea or something, but you need to calm down." Sometimes, underneath all that sarcasm and slight shade throwing, you forget that Mubo could be such a mom. "Listen, darling, meeting your soulmate is easier than you think. Just be natural, and most importantly, be yourself. If they can't like you for who you are, then leave. If they're not interested in you, that's fine. There's plenty of fishes in the sea."

"But-"

"Look, y/n. You're a great person, and your soulmate would be an idiot to be unable to see that. Also, you're not getting any younger, and I'm pretty sure the same goes for your soulmate. If you lose this prime period, you're probably going to be single forever. And I don't wish to see my good friend end up at the club on singles night. No thanks."

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. "Aw, Mubo, I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

"Oh shut up."

You laugh,"But jokes aside, thanks a lot. I think that your advice was just what I needed." You hear a rustle from the other end of the phone, as well as someone murmuring. You guess that Qin Fen had just woken up.

"Oh, Qin Fen's awake. I guess this is my cue to hang up. Update me on your progress, okay?"

"Sure thing. Thanks again, Mubo."

"Is that y/n?" you hear Qin Fen ask.

Mubo laughs,"Yes. Bye, y/n!"

Silence fills your apartment as the line goes dead. You imagine Qin Fen and Mubo just cuddling each other, even though it is the dead of the night. While you, on the other hand, will sit on your bed, contemplating your life choices and how lonely you are despite your age. How unfortunate. Such is the singles life.

You crawl back into bed and try to sleep off your worries for the upcoming day.

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You push open the glass door of the cafe and the first thing that hits your nose is the strong aroma of coffee. The interior of the place gives off warm and cosy vibes - from the ivory-coloured walls to the wooden furnishing to the fairy lights that decorate the place - show just how much effort the owner must have put in. You were in love with nearly everything in it.

As you approach the counter, you recognise the teen standing behind it. He was the exact same guy who appeared in your dream but most importantly, he was also the one who seemed to know who your soulmate was. You join the queue and wait patiently for your turn. In the meantime, you look around the cafe and notice that photo frames were hung on the walls. You make a mental note to check out the photographs later on.

"Hello, can I take your order please?" the teen asks, flashing you a smile.

You return the smile and scan the drinks list briefly. Biting your lip, you point at one of the items. "I think I'll just get a caramel macchiato. With extra caramel, if possible?"

He chuckles, noting down your order before passing it on to another employee behind the counter. "You sure like your drinks sweet, huh," he remarks as you move to the side. You shake your head.

"I guess you could put it that way. But one day I'll get diabetes from this habit, just you wait."

You finally get a glimpse of his nametag as he smiles at your joke. "Yeah, I'm sure you will," Ling Chao says.

As he goes on to attend to the next customer in line, you contemplate on whether or not you should ask him about your soulmate. After all, it wasn't too late to back out from your search yet. You look around nervously, but a buzz from your pocket snaps you out of your thoughts. You receive a text from Mubo.

[please ignore the timestamps! they’re a bit whacked up. also, the ‘he’ in the text msg refers to you asking ling chao abt ‘yue’, not you asking ‘yue’ abt the soulmate thing.]

"y/n!" Ling Chao calls out your name, that cheeky grin forever on his face. As you reach over to grab the cup from his hands, you steel yourself to ask him your most dreaded question.

"Hey, Ling Chao, right? Right. Um, by chance, do you know anyone who goes by the name of Yue?"

You watch as recognition cross his face. He nods slowly. "Oh, you mean Lao Yue? Yeah, I know him. And why do you ask?"

"Ahahaha, no reason," you laugh nervously, sweat slowly dripping down your brow. Why was it so hot all of a sudden? "I just erh, wanted to know if he would be performing today?"

Suddenly, Ling Chao claps sharply. "Ah, so you're one of his fans," he guesses, the cheeky grin growing wider. "I don't think he's coming down here today. You can try coming back tomorrow evening though. Ziyang has him booked as tomorrow's performer."

You let out the breath that you were unintentionally holding. In order to hide your nervousness, you pretend to laugh lightly. "Ah, I see. Thanks then! I'll be sure to drop by tomorrow evening."

As you start to leave, Ling Chao winks at you. "I'll be sure to let Ge know that you'll be expecting him." A blush creeps onto your cheeks as he says that, and you try your best to hide it from him. Nothing escapes his keen eye though.

You hear Ling Chao's fleeting laughter as you hurry to leave the cafe.

On your way home, you decide to update Mubo on the progress of your mission for love.

author’s note : how are you finding pt 1? i hope its ok, i spent a really long time trying to get this right :( small clarification - i used the pronoun “they” for yue at first because i feel that before you get to know what exactly is someone’s gender, you shouldn’t assume so therefore use the word they. hope no one’s confused? pt 2 is coming soon!

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