CHILDE BF HCs

Style - Park Seonghwa (3)

i want to say that i have no idea where this is going, i just wanted to write about how beautiful seonghwa is and i got a bit carried away, i still hope you like it.

(next chapter is when things are going to start heating up)

enjoy!

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Choi Haru was your best friend.

She has been your best friend for the longest time, you could say you two grew together and you wouldn’t be lying.

She had been there through all the ups and downs life gave you and you were there for her as well.

You were there when her mom passed away and when park chaeryoung spread the rumor that she had herpes.

She was there when your parents got divorced and when your ex broke up with you.

Even if both of you came from different backgrounds, her being the daughter of an important Ceo and you being the daughter of a teacher, you still became inseparable.

You could tell each other everything and none of you would judge the other.

You were the best of friends, but that didn’t stop you from envying her.

You grew up knowing that her family had more money than yours, you knew while she would go to dreamy trips all around Europe and Latin America your family would have enough money to go to Jeju for a few weeks.

You grew up seeing how she always got the best presents you could only dream off, and whenever you went to her house your eyes would shine at the sight of her closet.

But you never envied that, the difference of money was never an issue for you especially cause she would never brag about anything, she has always been down to earth and even though she had many reasons for you to envy her, you never did.

Until you met park seonghwa.

That’s when you started to see the differences between the both of you, you started to see that while she looked like a supermodel you looked like a common next door girl.

You didn’t notice only how beautiful she was, you also noticed she was friendlier and more outgoing, while she was drenched in confidence you felt like a zero to the left.

But you tried to shake it off, she was your best friend, after all, you had promised each other nothing would come between the two of you, not even a guy.

“Hey y/n are you listening to me?” you turned to see Haru looking at you, you smiled and nodded “yeah sorry I just spaced out for a while” she chuckled and returned to her phone.

You looked at her questioningly “what?” you asked confused, she simply shrugged “nothing, I was just thinking about how a great matchmaker I am” you frowned “what?” she turned to you and pushed you slightly “you were totally thinking about hoongjoong”

Oh, Hoongjoong…

“Ugh I was not” she gasped “you totally were oh my god, you dont know how happy this makes me” she giggled excitedly, “oh my best friend and my favorite cousin this is amazing, i mean you have always been part of my family but now it’ll be like more official” “wait what?” “oh come on y/n you can’t tell me you aren’t in love with him”

Oh i totally could

“Haru we just started talking, he hasn’t even asked me out yet” “oh but he will, I’m so sure of that…oh look who is coming!” 

You looked up to see hoongjoong walking along with side seonghwa, they were laughing about something, their gorgeous smiles adorning their faces but the one that caught your attention (and your heart) was seonghwa’s.

You sighed to yourself feeling your heartache in your chest, how were you going to get over him when he was everywhere you looked?

“It’s your future boyfriend” haru sang next to you and you rolled your eyes.

For a minute you imagined that she was referring to the man of your dreams and not her cousin.

(190628) Wave – San

Mood after watching the new Death Note movie

AoS Reaction ~ You Break Up With Them

Am I mean and evil for posting this after the dating request? Yes. Do I feel bad or guilty? No. I hope you like it still! It’s a heart destroyer!

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me before snk / me after snk

Chandelier Editor: unknown

happy mother’s day🌷

hongjoong, yeosang, san, seonghwa, mingi & wooyoung: reacting poorly to the sour candy

jongho & yunho: totally unaffected and just keeps pouring the candy into their mouths

Less than Lovers

characters: Thoma, Diluc

synopsis: when you're more than friends but less than lovers with him

contents: gn!reader, implied suggestive content, undefined relationships, a lot of dialogue, somewhat fwb?

note: honestly started writing without a plot in mind and it shows, but hopefully it's still enjoyable, idk why this was so difficult to write hsjxhjshc

Thoma

There's a reason why Thoma doesn't exactly drink. Being one of the rare Mondstadt citizen who can't hold his ground with a bottle or two, Thoma tries to avoid any messy scenarios as much as he can. He's the right hand man of the Commissioner, a well known fixer, and a respected housekeeper; for short, he has a reputation to keep. Needless to say, as a young adult servant, it can't be helped when his fellow co-workers would drag him out for a drinking session or two right after pay day fills their wallets.

Thoma does try to avoid messy scenarios. So when he wakes up with a terrible hangover, stumbling out of his bed only to realize the blanket on him is weighed down by something — he realizes he failed.

He stares at your sleeping form under his blankets once, twice, before rubbing his eyes to blink at you again. He's never been drunk enough to unconsciously take someone to bed before, much less his dear friend. Thinking back (albeit with a painful headache), he probably should've refused after the seventh cup of hard liquor was poured for him.

"Hng. . . Thoma? You're awake?" You mutter sleepily, pushing yourself up by your elbows. Blanket still draped around your form. "Good morning. Looks like I did stay the night, huh."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He's panicking now.

"Uh- a-about last night," He sheepishly starts, one hand shyly rubbing the back of his neck. Archons, his head is throbbing. Or was that his heart? He's not exactly sure.

"Hm? Oh, last night was amazing!" You giggle and his face turns a shade of red. You're his best friend. Sure, he's had a crush on you since day 1 but this was not how he visualized the start of a relationship with you. Was this even the start of a relationship? What if he's jumping into things now- Oh archons, does this mean he confessed? Did you accept his confession?

"Thoma? I asked if you're okay," You chime in, eyebrow raised questioningly.

"I- uh yes." He figures, eyes looking away, "Um are you alright? Do you need some water? I- I'll go get a towel for you, and um-"

A teasing glint sparkles in your eyes at his suggestion, "Why don't you stay for a bit and we can talk about last night," You coo and he shuffles nervously.

"Ah hahahah. . . but you must be exhausted, I should-"

"Oh you exhausted me alright. I didn't think you could go that many rounds~" You smile.

"R-rounds?"

"Yes, rounds, Thoma." He looks ashen at the fact of not remembering anything, hands clamming up to brush away his hair. "You kept saying how much you loved me too. I didn't think you could be so open like that."

"W-what? I confessed already?" He freezes, the thought of him blabbering his undying love and not remembering honestly sounds pathetic. You pause at this to stare up at him.

"What?" Now it's your turn to be confused as he gives you an incredulous look.

"Huh?"

"Thoma... I was just joking about last night." You state slowly, sitting up and allowing the blankets to fall off you. Now that it's out of the way, he can clearly see you wearing your spare clothes, albeit just the first comfortable layers; ones you've always kept in your inventory when out adventuring.

As the gears in his brain start turning, he notices that he still had his shorts on as well.

"You offered for me to stay the night, since your place is much closer than mine. And because we were both too exhausted to roll out a futon, I simply slept in your bed with you." You clarify, "I was just teasing you, since you clearly forgot, but..."

"O-oh..." He rubs the back of his neck nervously, biting his lip, "Sorry, I thought I- that we– did something." He's flushing red now, embarrassed by his own assumptions. You laugh at his expression, grabbing a pillow and shoving it to his chest playfully.

"How about we get some breakfast?" You offer, tugging his wrist to stand up with you, "And then maybe. . . we can talk about that confession, hm?"

The flustered look on his face satisfies you. It was right to keep refilling his cup last night.

Diluc

It's strange, you think.

Leaning on the balcony of Angel's Share, looking at glittering stars, you think of the man bartending a floor below you.

To the public, Diluc Ragnvindr is an illustrious young gentleman who kept everyone away at arms length. He was strict with himself, professional with his own people, and intimidating to unknowing strangers; his schedule took up most – if not all – his time; and he politely refused every clingy maiden (or young sir) thrown his way.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

The sound of boots on aging hardwood floors made their way towards you. Their heavy thumping increasing and resonating with the sound in your chest.

"Not at all, I wasn't here long." You turn to the redhead who leans on the railings next to you, gloved hand offering a wine glass of your favorite drink.

He raises an eyebrow at your comment, giving you a pointed look like he caught you in a lie, "You're shivering."

"Oh?" You didn't notice. It was so easy to ignore the cold when you were anxiously waiting for him to arrive. Now that he's here, a craving for his warmth seemed to manifest.

He takes off his coat, walking behind you to drape it over your shoulders. Though instead of returning to his place next to you, he slowly wraps his arms around the curve of your waist. Bringing your back closer to his chest, chin resting over your shoulder, he exhales a content sigh.

It's strange, you think. Diluc Ragnvindr is an illustrious young gentleman who kept everyone away at arms length yet here he was — or, here you were in his arms.

It started seven months ago.

Seven months ago, after a particularly difficult night for the bartender, he sauntered up to the second floor balcony for some fresh air only to find you, his dear old friend, doing the same. Seven months ago, you rambled on and on about the stress of your day and he grumbled about his until both your throats were dry and exhausted. Seven months ago, the stars twinkled over you as you switched your grumbles to quiet whispers of hopes and dreams, and how it's been a while since you were able to enjoy a decent conversation. You made him laugh at a dumb joke and your heart skipped a beat.

Six months ago, on the same balcony, his hand lingered on top of your resting one before pulling away.

Five months ago, your hand slipped between his fingers, intertwining themselves and it lasted a minute until a drunken customer barges out to puke over the railing.

Four months ago, on another particularly difficult day for you, he held you close as you cried on his shoulder and he didn't let go even when you started smiling.

Three weeks ago, he kissed you on a clouded night. Gently, at first, like a feather landing on grass, before pulling you in by the waist to kiss you fervently and deeply. Your back to the tavern wall, one hand on your cheek and another around your waist, your own arms behind his neck. He was adamant and impatient, never allowing you to pull away for air as if fearing it would break the precious moment.

It could have lasted forever — if not for the same drunk five months ago tumbling in to puke over the railings, again... It's been three weeks since then with the topic greatly weighing down your chest, but your conflicting schedules never seemed to align until today.

"How have you been?" He starts, choosing a safe conversation starter as if he wasn't holding you from behind and your heart wasn't beating as erratically as it did.

"...I've been alright. And you?" Your hand trails down to his own hands resting on your stomach. He starts to intertwine them — slowly. Finger by finger until your hand was completely in between his warm ones. You remind yourself to breathe.

"...The same as I've always been." He snuggles his face closer to your neck till you feel the brush on his lips. You know it's unintentional but your breath still hitches.

"I found myself missing you," you admit shyly.

"Really now? There's not much to miss," He replies, "Although... I did miss you quite a bit as well."

You find yourself at lost in continuing the conversation. After all, how do you start from idle chatter to asking him how he feels for you? Why he kissed you? Why he's holding you in ways you're certain he isn't holding anyone else in.

"You had quite a lot of admirers tonight," You comment, recalling the group of young singles who occupied the bar tonight, batting their lashes at the aloof bartender. It was a Friday evening and all the energetic ones seemed to pop out, looking for a good time in Angel's Share.

He huffs, "They're wasting their time."

"Oh? Is the most eligible bachelor of Mondstadt uninterested in the arts of courtship? Donna would be devastated," You tease and he groans, pulling you closer to him.

"You know it's not that. . ." He trails off, suddenly nervous. He's nervous about your reaction and tone, about venturing into the unknown with you when he isn't sure how well he could keep you happy by his side. You found this as your chance to bring it up.

"Then. . . could you clarify?" You ask softly, "Why are you holding me like this?"

When he doesn't respond, you pull away from his arms to face him. "So you're uninterested in courting?" You prod with a sigh, trying your best to seem more stern but it sounded more weak than anything.

"No, it's not that-"

"Then what is it?" You pout, patience running thin, "Are you. . . playing with me?" You knew this wasn't the case; not with someone as respectful as Diluc but you can't help but worry. After all, why isn't he clarifying what you have? Why is he dancing around the topic of being more than... more than whatever this is.

"No! Not at all." He rushes to correct you, hands reaching out to hold onto yours as if you'll walk away, "I- forgive me for making things more complicated than they are." He groans, hand brushing over his face.

"I do like you." He admits, "A lot."

". . .but?" You tilt your head, knowing that there's so much more he wants to say if he's hesitating like this.

". . .it scares me," He mutters faintly and you almost didn't hear.

"What?"

"It scares me. Us. I- I'm not sure how well I'll do if I- if I ask you to be with me." His expression turns pained, "My schedule isn't exactly the best and there are. . . many things we haven't talked about yet. Things I want you to know but at the same time. . ." He tries to explain and you nod as much as you could. Diluc never was good at words, much less when it involved his feelings. In the end, you sigh, squeezing his hands in yours.

"Let's try," You say, small smile on your lips, "Let's try this anyway."

The loving yet grateful look on his face tells you you picked the right words. He seems desperate yet adoring at the same time. He pulls you in again, in the same balcony under the moonlight, pressing a fervent kiss to your lips. It's soft and passionate, with a hand hot on your lower back and another on the nape of your neck. He nibbles on the plump of your lower lip, and—

*slam*

The balcony door swings open, the same drunk rushing out to puke over the railings. Diluc frustratingly considers banning him from every bar in Mond — Anemo archon or not, Venti has to stop ruining his moments.

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