JHIIJJHKJHHJ ITS SO AMAZING LOOK AT THIS MY EYES HAVE BEEN BLESSED IM DYING

Lending a helping hand;

Not even once in your life you thought about dating an idol, moreover the one you were producing, but fate is a funny thing. So now looking at your boyfriend’s smiling face you really did wonder, how it end up like that?

Surely, it was hard to ignore Hinata’s presence even if he didn’t talk to you directly; too cheerful and loud, you couldn’t stop yourself from stealing glances at him every now and then, and it’s confused you even more. ‘Impossible’ you mentally answer ‘I couldn't fall in love with him, that’s crazy’. Why, you may ask? The answer is simple - you despise the idea of relationship altogether.

Everyone in relationships who you knew always end up heartbroken afterwards or even when they still were a couple, but the most impact upon your view of love had your father. The way he treated your mother, the way she cried every night that he spent away in someone else's bed… It was terrible and you were scared to experience something like that too, so you made yourself a promise to never ever have a relationship.

And everything was going well until that very moment. In past you received a few confessions, but was quick to refuse without thinking twice and here you are now, laughing internally at the mess you got yourself into. Falling in love and with one of Aoi’s twins of all people? ‘I’m helpless’ you laughed ‘He’ll surely break my heart, if not when I confess, then when we’ll become a couple’.

It’s not like you think of him as a bad guy or anything, quite the opposite actually, but you knew it always end up like that, no matter how nice the partner was at the beginning. He always wear a smile on his face, pulling harmless pranks at you and everyone around, brightening your world with a simple wave of his hand. It was hard to not become friends with him at some point and you wasn’t strong against him at all.

The thought of spending more time with him and to know him better crossed your mind once, only for you to shake it off immediately, trying to distant yourself instead, but the certain idol decided otherwise. No matter how hard you tried to avoid him or bury yourself at producer’s work to have an excuse of “being busy”, somehow he always found a way to get your attention even against your own will. On the other hand, when the oldest of Aoi can’t seem to catch you, there was the youngest to lend a helping hand. After all, you can’t outran both of them at the same time.

That one particular time you were forced to go and buy tomato juice for a self-proclaimed vampire and Hinata insisted on going together, much to your dismay, but any reason why you should go alone that you gave him were met with a “I’m just gonna keep you company, it would be so boring all by yourself” and a smile. Of course in the end you gave up, saying something along the lines of “let’s make it quick”, before making your way out of school with Aoi by your side.

Surprisingly, you easily found something to talk about, despite the fact how nervous and vulnerable you felt alone with him. No matter what he said or asked, you referred to them as a unit, never once as a Hinata alone and he wondered do you really see him as someone special, not just a member of a band you producing. Surely he wasn’t going to stay silent and wait until someone else take you away. ‘Better try and get hurt then regret not doing anything at all’ he told himself.

“Producer-chan, mind telling me something?”

“And what exactly you mean by ‘something’?” You looked at him, only to abruptly turn your gaze away when you noticed that he was looking directly in your eyes, but you still noticed the usual carefree smile plastered on his face.

“Who am I to you?” He didn’t beat around the bush for sure.

“U-um, w-where this came from?” For some reason you feel your face heat up a little. “I mean, you’re a great idol and you–“

“I didn’t mean it like that!” He interjected, looking slightly disappointed when he saw your confused reaction. “Don’t you feel anything for me aside from work stuff~?” He teased.

You were caught off guard, your face even more flashed then before and you can’t find it in yourself to say something in response. Yes, you were scared of telling him that you like him, moreover you were scared to admit it to yourself. What if he left you heartbroken? What if he would start avoiding you after hearing that? His true feelings always was a mystery to you, he seemed like an open book at first, but the more you talk to him, the more you don’t understand. Was he messing with you or was he telling the truth, you never knew for sure. ‘But Hinata-kun is not the one to joke about someone’s feelings, right? Maybe I should t–’

“Producer-chan~, are you okay?” He waved his hand in front of your face and you finally break out of your daze.

“I–… Yeah, sorry, seems like I was lost in my thought, ha-ha” He was clearly going to say something, but you shyly took his hand in yours resulting in him shutting his mouth before even opening it. “To answer your previous question… I may have–, no, that’s not it… I do have some feelings for you aside from work, but it seems so complicated to me, you know? I don’t think you would enjoy it and I don’t want to get hurt in the end, so…” you gulped when his other hand found a way to turn your face to him; too embarrassed to look directly at him, you find it interesting to stare at his jacket instead, though his next words forced you to look him in the eyes. “Even so, don’t you think it’s better to get hurt and knew that you tried then just leave it be like that? You’re really gonna lose all those fun experiences, even when you clearly have a chance to enjoy yourself?” His lighthearted smile seems strange with the words he just said, but you still find it somehow comforting. “M-maybe you’re right”.

Sudden warmth shakes you out of your dreamland and only a few seconds later you can register that you spaced out the whole time and the warmth you felt was nothing other than two hands wrapped around you in a tight hug. Honestly, you were glad you listened to him back then.

i spent the last 40 minutes just staring at blank white screen and wasn't able to write even one little sentence

At-home date;

Having Leo as a boyfriend was tough sometimes, but enjoyable nonetheless. When inspiration comes to him, he tends to leave everything he was doing before and starts writing all around the walls and floor if he couldn’t find any paper, so dates with him was a mess from time to time, not that it bothers you anyway. Looking at his adorable focused face while he composed a new song was something you find as some sort of hobby, it never failed to put a smile on your face.

So you weren’t surprised when he jumped up from the couch, frantically searching for a piece of paper and a pen and you were quick to lend them to him. You always have a notepad with you, so there’ll be no need to clean the room again. There’s no way you would forget how you spend almost all day just to clean the walls he scribbled on using that colorful pencils he found around. As an answer you got look of appreciation in his eyes as he grabbed them from you.

“Inspiration is flowing! I’ll compose a new masterpiece in no time, just you watch! Wahaha~!” he smiles as always and you already ready to give him the whole world.

You were upset to stop your cuddle session, though. Having nothing better to do, you decided to make both of you a cup of tea and if he is still not done by the time you come back… maybe you’ll watch that movie your friend recommended you?

‘What was the name of it again?’ you thought while putting the kettle on.

Few minutes later you went back to the room only to found Leo sprawled on the floor, humming to himself as he crossed out something and you let out a sigh, putting tea on the table and then plopping down next to him. You want to be mad at him for not spending time with you, but you just can’t. Seeing him so absorbed in composing, you didn’t even noticed when you started smiling.

‘I’ll let him finish and then we we’ll cuddle for the rest of the day, that’s it’ you turned on the tv, picking up the cup of tea with your other hand.

You lost sense of time as soon as the movie starts and didn’t even notice when Leo stopped writing nor heard his attempts to call out your name.

tv suddenly turns off and you didn’t had time to even process what happened when Knights’ composer grabbed you by shoulders and shaked a little.

“Hey, hey! Did aliens possessed you? Waaah, don’t let them take you!” he continues to shake you while shouting this and it took you a few seconds to form a simple question in your head and few others to voice it out.

“What’s wrong, Leo?” You tried to stop him from shaking you any longer and he immediately wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “Leo?”

“I called your name and you didn’t answer, didn’t even glance at me! I thought that some alien took over you and I wouldn’t be able to see you again!” you feel his hug tighten after that and can’t help but feel guilty to make him worry.

“Sorry-sorry, it was a really interesting movie and I just can’t get my eyes off of it” You nuzzle against his neck, getting comfortable in your boyfriend’s arms. “I might say that I’m not gonna let you go for the rest of the day, it’s too nice”.

You heard him laugh “I’ll stay as long as my princess wants~”, you couldn’t help but giggle as well. “It's my duty as your knight after all~!”.

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i feel like shit, so i’m sorry it’s short and ehhhhh i can’t even say that i put some effort in this one ,,,, i can do better i swear i can

Mirror Mirage

Dive, sink, drown back in time.

pairing — Lu Guang x gn!reader word count — 1.6k

Sand slipping through the minimal space between the fingers; bricks replacing the marrow of the bones; madness and sanity, coherence and nonsense. People exist chained to numbers going in circles endlessly, round and round and round. Those who obey the passage of time, and those who rebel against its confinements. Citizens and criminals—or rather, regulars and murderers. Time is a fleeting permanence.

Rules are created to keep order, balance, peace, life. To disrupt them, ignore them, forget them means to end harmony and wreck existence. Do not change events in the past, for it shall destroy the present. Simple, incomprehensible; either way, the most important rule of life. Allow things to flow however nature properly dictates it, intervene as little as possible or not at all.

Time is incredibly fragile, yet so unbelievably sturdy. In study halls and waiting rooms, it becomes thick, hefty; it is present, it takes the lead, time keeps everything and everyone grounded in a locked box. Lu Guang witnesses first-hand the way it weighs on [Name]. They're paying close attention to their teacher as she rambles on and on and on. He isn't, he's watching them.

The sands of time seem to blow against their eyes, blinding them with haze and tiredness. The seconds carve themselves onto their skin, filling in the gestures when they struggle to understand. Their gaze flickers briefly towards him; a mere moment, yet so lengthy. Lu Guang sees it all.

He's one to follow the rules presented by the universe—he knows of their existence, he knows of their purpose, he knows not to break them. He reminds Xiaoshi to not disrupt them with stupid impulses in his emotions. He is careful and responsible as he holds delicate life between his fingers.

Unlike him, time is a responsibility [Name] doesn't assume—he figures that's why it hits them a billion times harder.

Rarely, however not impossibly, there exist places where time thins out into nothing but an insignificant strand of hair. Anywhere from empty parking lots to 24-hour convenience stores. [Name] takes advantage of these cracks, these openings, these flickering phenomenons where the past overlaps with the present. They slip right into them to destroy all they know as it is today.

They're one to dance around the rules imposed on them—they know of their existence, they care not about their purpose, they ignore their importance. It's fun, it's thrilling, and it puts food on their plate every time another clock shatters. They choose who to ruin while remaining unharmed as they cut the cord for others.

Lu Guang catches sight of their sparkling gaze and radiant complexion in the night. When there are too many stars to keep track of, time holds the least amount of power. It doesn't hit [Name] at all.

He glares as they leap back and forth between the now and the yesterday. One second they're gone for an entire two weeks and a half, the next hour they return within five days of a minute. Every time, they greet Lu Guang with a childlike grin.

"You shouldn't play with time so carelessly," he advises. It falls on deaf ears, for they're gone to December of a decade ago.

They reappear to his left, behind a pillar in an abandoned construction site. They hand him a souvenir—discontinued in this day and age. He frowns. Before he can reinforce his scolding, [Name] retorts, "Who says I'm playing?" A chuckle sounds as it flutters towards the moon. "Sports are a game, but still a job."

On the news, reports of happy lives turning upside down in an instant, overnight, without sense flood the channels. Lu Guang downs his coffee as he considers calculating the impossible, reaching results of two plus two summing up to a billion and five. Successful men reduced to bankruptcy, powerful women thrown off their throne, people left and right losing a realized existence to an inexplicable car crash. Events that shouldn't happen, but they do.

Disrupting the past means obliterating the present. Most commonly known as the butterfly effect: a mere ant changing its course may bring empires to their doom. He wonders if [Name] knows what they're doing—of course they do, and that is why they continue to do it.

When they meet him for coffee—hours after class but before they can slip into the past through a malfunction in the frame—Lu Guang doesn't want to believe they are the cause of all these misfortunes. Time breaks where it's forcefully torn apart. "So this is your job?" he begins, stare deadpan and inexpressive. [Name] freezes at his sharp words stabbing through their chest and crushing their lungs. Lu Guang continues in a flat sentence, "Messing up the pa—No. Destroying the present is your job?"

They force out a bitter chuckle. They pretend to not be burning up inside and outside. Their reflection in their drink distorts itself with the quivering of their hand. "It's more than that; it's worse than that."

Lu Guang leans into the table to try and find their gaze. They refuse to meet him as they turn their head away from him. "What do you do, [Name]?" he speaks between a sigh and dreadful firmness. He emphasizes his syllables too much for comfort.

With their cup pressed against their lips, [Name] manages an excuse in the shape of a mumble, "I play God." Lu Guang scrutinizes their rotten words through narrowed eyes. "I'm the ant that destroys empires." They finish their coffee before he decides to give up on glaring into their soul. He doesn't understand what they mean and they aren't willing to admit their criminal deeds. The issue is dropped by the time they flee for summer of half a century ago.

Time breaks where it's forcefully torn apart. Time requires constant stimulation in the proper places to continue its cycle of opening up and overlapping wherever chance dictates it. [Name] slips through a gap they find by coincidence or by fate, then they slice the same gap wide open once more to ensure their return to their present. If the space sews itself back up, the stitches shall forever remain closed. Although [Name] can't confirm any of their hypotheses, they aren't willing to test them out. As long as they can set off the events that shall satisfy their clients and later find their place where they rightfully belong, all is fine.

An ant may turn left to allow an empire to thrive. It may also turn right to bring it to its knees. It may as well march forward to let it exist in mediocrity. Whichever path the ant may choose, they can all be overwritten if so it's desired. [Name] plays with the cause and effect of events already set in stone; they carve new engravings on pieces of brick to replace what has already been decided. Dangerous gambles produce disastrous outcomes.

Time is thin in bathrooms in the middle of the night. Lu Guang flicks the light on at something past three in the morning. There's a haze of thick tiredness hanging over his eyes, but he cannot get a wink of sleep no matter how hard he tries. He splashes water over his face to give his mind a chance to find clarity somewhere in a refreshment. When he stares at the mirror above the sink, he's wide awake with energy of alert spiking his every nerve. Eyes closed, breaths even, basking in the sleep that has long escaped his grasp, his reflection slumbers peacefully in [Name]'s arms. He shoots a fleeting glance behind his shoulder to make sure they haven't broken into his place. He turns back to his dormant reflection and can't distinguish whether the droplets trailing down his face are the water from earlier or a nervous sweat.

He glares into their downcast eyes. The smile they wear blurs the line between painful and comforting. Their hands settle on his shoulders and Lu Guang can almost feel their touch through the reversed image the mirror offers back. His reflection is safe in their hold and [Name] is there, but not with him on this side—on the right side.

"If anything," they begin unprompted, "I did it because of you."

Lu Guang frowns on defensive instinct. "I didn't ask you to do anything."

They chuckle. It sounds so distorted, travelling through solid time and space and not through the air like it's supposed to. "I know, but I couldn't help myself. I can't imagine a present without you again." Their choice of words tears him apart.

"Do you think I can imagine one without you?"

"You won't have to put in that effort. You'll just have to get used to it."

Lu Guang falls silent. Sorrow shall morph into indifference overtime. At the same time a scar fades, the body grows closer to death. Time heals all wounds but it also makes it so no more wounds may happen. What a cursed thing the tick-tock of the numbers truly is.

Ever-so-softly, they speak up again with a trembling tone, "You always look so tired." The touch of their thumbs ghosts underneath the closed eyes of his reflection. He thinks he can feel their warmth breaking up through his skin. "Get some rest, yeah?" He closes his own eyes, knowing the most he can do is nod along with their demands.

By the time he dares open them up again, all that's left of [Name] is a whisper of their words in the form of resilience. His reflection blinks back at him. He decides not to find them.

—あごす (agosu) • 2021

Confession of yours;

After spending almost half a day making sweets, you really do wonder would he even like it. It was a bit difficult to meet his expectation, if not impossible, but there’s no going back now. You already called Izumi to meet you after his practice with Knights and he was kind enough to agree to spend a five minutes break with you, of course, not before hearing all the complains that has come to his mind.

Naturally, you’ll just shrug it off with a smile, but today was different. You were scared to confess to him in a first place and his insensitive words only add fuel to the fire, but it’s just the way he is, right? He didn’t mean it, right? At least, you want to believe he didn’t.

There was still left around thirty minutes before your meeting with Izumi when you arrived to a practice room. Greeting them with usual smile, you headed towards an empty chair in the back of the room, hoping that watching Knights performance would help to easy your worries for a little bit. And yeah, it was working as planned and you felt yourself relaxing a bit, but as soon as a sigh of relief left your lips, music stopped, signaling the end of a practice. Nervousness started to creep out again, but you were going to play it cool and nothing would stop you from that.

– Izumi-san, can you-, I mean, can we go outside for a few minutes? – oh god how you wanted to slap yourself for stuttering. Didn’t you want to play it cool, huh? Get your act together, dear!

– Really? Now, of all times? – he huffed – Can’t you see I have a better things to do, then just wasting my time?

“Maybe I should have considered to given up on that confession of mine”, you thought. But then again, you spend so much time making him a gift and preparing yourself, might as well give it a shot, whether he like it or not.

– Oh no, I don’t see any better things for you to do, then going with me, so, – you grabbed his hand, leading him to the door. – It won’t take much of your time, just bear with me for a little bit.

A heavy sigh left Sena’s lips, maybe even some rude remarks of your selfish attitude, but you were too focused on keeping yourself calm to hear him properly. The only thoughts in your head are about how warm his hand is, how large it is against your own and how he didn’t try to take it away. “Maybe, just maybe, I actually have a chance?”

Once the two of you left the building, you let go of his hand to rummage through your backpack to take out the early prepared sweets, and hiding them behind your back.

– I-I wanted to tell you something… – you started, nervously biting your bottom lip, – And…

– Well, yes, that’s pretty obvious, Producer-san.

Oh how you wished to give him a smack to wipe that smirk off of his pretty face.

– Let me finish the sentence at least! – you pouted, – I like you! Even tho I know you don’t like me back, but I really wanted to lift this weight off my shoulders. – shoving a bag of sweets in his hands, you gave him the widest smile you could manage at that very moment. – I hope we can at least stay friends and talk to each other as we always did.

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you and you’re too scared to look him in the eyes, pretending that this little flower near your feet is something incredibly interesting, but then you hear a light chuckle, accompanied by a pat on your head.

– How annoying, – you can feel your heart breaking after hearing that, mentally preparing yourself for a rejection. – I expected something more romantic of you. A sweets, huh?

No, no, no, you’re not going to let him continue mocking you. Looking up, you’re ready to give him a piece of your mind, but words quickly dies on your tongue as soon as you see his smile. And did your eyes betrayed you or do you really see that faint blush on his face?

–  For your information, I made them myself and you’re gonna eat them all, doesn’t matter if you want it or not, – you playfully hit his arm with a sudden surge of confidence, letting yourself smile once more.

– And what if I’m not gonna do that? – his hand finds yours and you eagerly interlaced your fingers with his, only for him to squeeze yours a little.

– You’re better not finding this out!

Apple pie;

“Let’s bake a cake together!” You suddenly suggested, grabbing Sora’s hand in process of making your way to the kitchen. “I found a great recipe, we definitely should try it out!” He wanted to say something, but feeling your color so vibrant, so blindingly bright, could only give his signature laugh and squeeze your hand a little. Who cares that you both already have one cake in the fridge for his birthday? The more the merrier!

Though you already have a recipe, you and Sora couldn’t decide what flavor should it be: he wanted the apple one, but you thought that cherry flavor would be better. For a few minutes you tried to convince him that it’s also as delicious as apple pie is, but in the end, you gave up the idea of it, telling to yourself that it would be some kind of an early birthday celebrating and of course the birthday boy is the one in charge of making decisions!

“HaHiHuHeHo~☆, you’ll see, Producer-chan, it’s gonna be the best pie you ever tried!” You lightly giggled, surely you won’t tell him you already had apple pie in your life.

While you were preparing the ingredients, he was taking out kitchenware and other things you may need in process. Despite it being your own idea, Sora seems far more energetic and hyped then you were, but you shrugged it off as his personality, Harukawa always have been the sunshine that lights up people’s mood no matter where he was, so surely it wasn’t a surprise for him to act like that.

In the middle of making dough some funny thought crossed your mind and you didn’t even tried to think twice before grabbing a handful of flour and sprinkle it above your boyfriend’s head, resulting him to give you a confused look, before laughter escaped from his mouth as he too grabbed a little amount of flour in his hand and dusted it on your face. Giggles and chuckles filled the room as both of you continued that little food fight, not minding the mess that you have caused.

Sora was the one to remind about the dough but you were sure both of you destroyed it in process of that game; to your surprise, it was actually fine, just a little extra flour on it, but nothing you can’t fix. And so you did, while your beloved one was cutting the apples. When you placed pie in the oven, came the realization that the worst part of this began - cleaning. Though, none of you regretted; it was fun and definitely was worth it.

So, after some time, when both of you got comfortable on the couch, cuddling, with a piece of apple pie on the table nearby and Sora’s favorite game on the tv screen, none of you felt as happy as you were now in your whole life before.

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sora my son ,,,, my bby ,,,,, i forgot to post it on his birthday, man am i disappointed in myself

Easy Does It.

Scaramouche x F Reader.

Warnings: Explicit Not SFW, Scaramouche is annoying, Reader’s body is described as AFAB, they both bicker like an old couple… Word count: 7.2k.

You have a triumphant pep in your step as you hop down from the inn’s engawa to where your traveling companion awaits.

He stands beneath a canopy of sakura trees, late in their bloom, yet beautiful nonetheless. Pink petals dance around him in wayward clusters, swaying wherever the breeze blows. It’s an idyllic scene taken straight from the pages of a fairytale. He too appears absorbed with their hypnotizing essence, extending his hand upward and allowing for a lone petal to find its home there. He brings it to his face, studying it closely, an unreadable expression etched onto his countenance when the Electro energy imbued within tickles his fingers.

It could be your imagination, but you get the sense he almost looks sad. Forlorn, even. A strange heaviness haunts the air around him.  

You’re about to call out when a twig crunches beneath your feet, alerting him to your presence.

The ethereal mirage fades away faster than if a painter were to take water to their freshly painted canvas.

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pairing. childe, scaramouche

warnings & contents. sagau childe and scara. cult au. religion. slight angst. childe crying like a loser :((

synopsis.sagau characters who got “isekai-d” to your world.

notes. this has been on my mind the whole day, my hands itched to write this 

wc. 2.3k

You were too busy.

There were so many problems in your life that you forgot to log in to your favorite comfort game for a long time.

Your absence worried all of your acolytes, and the majority of them thought you had finally abandoned them.

Sigh. 

They can feel it as clear as day.

Their beloved creator has finally grown tired of their loyal subjects, leaving them without a single goodbye and moving on to the next chapter of their lives. 

It made them wonder what they had done incorrectly. Had they done something awful that caused you to leave them without notice?

For them to believe you abandoned them explains how long you were gone. 

If you had an idea of their assumption of you abandoning them, you’d say they were being overly dramatic. 

But then again, in-game time isn’t the same as real-life time, as a minute in real life equals an hour in the game…and you were gone for three days in real-time.

Furthermore, you can’t blame your subjects for being “overly dramatic” because you, too, missed them dearly. Your heart longs for their presence and comfort and you would play right now if you could but your schedule says otherwise.

Your schedule includes getting up at 5 a.m. to work out, shower, and prepare for the day before leaving for work, arriving at work, and working until the sun sets and darkness falls.

In summary, it’s all work work work.

And it is all boring boring boring.

You just hope that everything returns to normal after you’ve resolved your work issues.

You had an inspiration. The inspiration was to complete everything in one go so you wouldn’t have to come back to them later. You thought you could finish everything in a day, but you were so wrong. It dragged on until it was day three.

Now, you’re stuck with all of this paperwork in front of you.

If only one of your favorite genshin characters was here…

You wished longingly in your thoughts, but alas…they were only fantastical wishes—wait, is that you think it is in front of you?!

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plEASE I WOULD DIE FOR IT

I'm drawing Leo in a wedding dress, how are you guys doing