Lord Have Mercy

a/n: spidey reader and gojo here!! typical story where gojo is the rich popular guy and reader is a nobody but also the spidey ))

cw: a lil bit of angst, barely any violence, THE UPSIDE DOWN KISS YES ITS A WARNING AND A SPOILER UGH idc

his father had told him that it wasn’t safe for him to walk around the town without any security. and the man is probably right, because every night, as gojo lurks in the corners of news in hopes of seeing something new about the local hero who insists on being called “the spider-man”, he realises that there is a lot of bad things happening in town.

yet today he isn’t going home like he usually does; after hanging out somewhere in the city with at least on of his father’s security guards walking somewhere behind him, geto and shoko; or when he just goes straight home because he doesn’t really want to do anything. now satoru is alone, just slowly roaming around with nothing to do and free of eyes on his back, with music in his ears as the darkness falls over the city.

he feels melancholic, really calm and tries to enjoy the rare moments of being alone as much as he can. some could say it’s disrespectful and not really smart of him to lie to his father and security about his whereabouts, but he doesn’t care.

that is until he finds himself in some neighbourhood he’s never been to before. it’s a place that radically differs from where is home is (if you could call a place on top of a skyscraper with a ‘gojo inc.’ logo on it that is in one of the popular boroughs of tokyo a neighbourhood); the buildings are small, the the streets and corners are dirty and shady looking, and satoru starts feeling uncomfortable as soon as he realises that he has no idea how to go home because he wasn’t really remembering the path he used.

satoru could call his dad, but he isn’t going to do that, too proud to admit to the old man that he kinda messed up. he considers it when he spots a group of men following him, though.

it’s not long before his name is called loudly and the only thing he can do is run forward, with his heart beating in his throat as he hears the three men getting closer and closer. just as he stops at the sight of a dead end his heart stops along with him.

“didn’t expect to see you in our territory, rich boy.” says the man with a scar on the corner of his lips. satoru is pretty sure the other one in the back with snakelike eyes is ready to lunge at him at any given moment, and the one with stitches all over his face by the latter’s side looks at him as if he’s a meal.

“don’t be so unwelcoming, toji, i’m sure he came with presents! right, satoru-kun?” he somehow manages to get a hold of the boy as the snake eyes rips his bag off of him. gojo is sure he is going to get bruises because of how he struggles under the hold of the guy, but all of his instincts scream for him to run away so he tries and tries.

satoru figures they know him because of his father and the press conferences that the older gojo forced him to attend as the future heir of gojo inc. he always dreaded those days and instead tried finding some joy in the events that the companies would hold after the conferences, sneaking in geto and shoko to mess around—

before he can say anything though, there is a fifth person joining the party.

“ah-ah-ah, aren’t you guys ashamed? three against one seems a bit unfair, does it?”

satoru’s heart nearly springs out of his chest as soon as he recognises the new voice. and soon the source of the voice lands behind the three men, the shadow of their figure enhanced by the street lights. he wants to record this moment so bad juts so he can show it to geto and fangirl about how cool you are, but he is frozen into his place, still under the hold of one of the guys.

the scarred one turns around to face you and you shoot your web right into his chest, tugging him closer to land a punch on his adam’s apple, effectively knocking him down. jumping high in the air, you claim the other two with webs and land back down, making them slam down with a loud thud. they fall unconscious while the other still writhes in pain, but gojo still catches his sharp eyes on himself.

your voice brings him back, “you okay?”

he nods, readying to give his thanks to you, but you interrupt him once again.

“let’s get you out of here, yeah?”

you open your arms and motion for him to step closer.

“hope you’re not scared of heights,” you smile under the mask, wrapping your arm around his waist as he wraps both around your neck. he finds it cute how you are still smaller than him even though he’s seen you demonstrate your strength countless of times in the videos you yourself or others posted, enough to know that you can crush him easily too. “hold on tight!”

flying through the city feels even more freeing than walking around without any supervision. and the scenery changes so fast he can’t keep up; his neck hurts from looking around and his throat is sore from all the screaming(satoru forgets about your ears probably dying of overstimulation because of how loud he was screaming right into them). but you laugh along with him nonetheless, flying up on your webs and then just letting go. he grips you tighter every time you do that.

you put him down in a different neighbourhood and he looks around deliriously, trying to find you. he can see the gojo inc. from his spot so he figures he now has an alibi for where he was all day, and satoru also figures that you probably know him if you chose this spot.

but he doesn’t really care about that; adrenaline is still pumping through him and excitement glimmers in his eyes as he saves the previous moments in his brain, still looking for you. you aren’t gonna leave without a goodbye, right?

turning around with a sigh, he is met with your masked self, hanging upside down from the staircase.

“you shouldn’t be walking alone in those places when it’s this late.”

“were you stalking me?” satoru grins widely, stepping closer to you.

“i was just in the neighbourhood,” you shrug a little awkwardly, giggling. “as i always am. y’know, friendly neighbourhood spider-man and all.”

satoru chuckles, expression softening, “you’re amazing.”

“not everyone thinks so,” satoru remembers people in local interviews and police calling you a vigilante and a nuisance, with reasonings such as ‘there is no need to rob police of their work’(well if police did their work there wouldn’t— shut up, satoru) and ‘i don’t feel protected by a spider looking thing’ (geto, that’s so dumb though! oh my god) and so on.

“well, i think that you’re amazing and incredible and i really admire you.”

your masks’ eyes widen in surprise and you nod in gratitude, looking away from. but your gaze is back on him when he steps a little too close to, so close his eyes are on the level of your chin and lips. that gives satoru an idea.

“i want to show you how grateful i am,” his twitching fingers ghost over your neck, looking for the seam of your mask. “can i?”

“i don’t think it’s a good idea…”

but satoru doesn’t listen, swallowing visibly before he slowly tugs off your mask, revealing skin until he reaches your nose. he is already doing something out of line, he has to appreciate the fact that you’re even letting him this close and not punching him in the face.

your lips look pretty, he notes, pretty enough for him to lean in and plant his over them.

so soft and plump, he sucks on your lower lip, tugging it back a little just to feel you lean forward, catching his lips and him off guard. a smile appears on his face as he caresses the sides of your face, your jaw and neck, but he has to pull away to let both of you breathe.

his breathing is deep and heave, eyes still focused on your lips, thinking of tasting them once again, but you don’t let him, nudging his chin with your nose as if bringing him back to reality.

satoru places a final kiss on your jaw and pulls back, not forgetting to fix your mask.

“you should give me your number.”

you laugh sweetly, shaking your head, “i’ll see you again, pretty.” and leap off, leaving him alone to calm down his burning body.

only 38 missed calls from his dad manage to cool him down, his blood literally running cold at the realisation of what’s waiting for him at home.

This looks like something straight out of a yandere fanfiction 😻😻 Can't wait to see yandere fics with these photos

heaven on earth ✭ ˎˊ-

ft. social media au ⸝⸝ idol!xiao x fem!reader

synopsis ; — in which you befriend your next door neighbour who, unbeknownst to you, was apart of a soon-to-be one of the most popular bands throughout liyue. you're unable to tell if cupid was helping you or not when things with xiao keept going up and down. will he continue to keep his secret from yours truly?

genre — 5wirl band au, next door neighbour (apartment but same thing), slow-burn, fluff, crack, angst (at some point yea), modern au, flirty x shy trope, sfw, includes writing ✰

staus — on-going

PROFILES — sleep deprived workaholics / an(emo) qties

table of contents !

00. prologue .. once upon a time ✮

01. cupid meter !

02. information acquired !

03. gift from stranger !

04. communication is key ✮

05. gift for stranger !

06. pride or nice !

07. unwinding !

08. a new number !

09. out of character !

10. unfamiliar warmth ✮

11. yet !

12. surely a dinner !

13. who he really is !

14. free tickets !

15. hint of the past !

16. arrivals !

17. face-to-face ✮

18. stupid scandal !

19. knock knock !

20. drastic measures !

21. mission accomplished !

22. war is over !

23. second date !

24. picture perfect ✮

25. enlighten us !

26. father-son bond !

27. maternal instinct !

28. family business !

29. a routine !

30. suffocating room !

31. oh no !

32. battlefield !

33. unwanted encounters ✮

34. at fault !

35. exciting news !

36. welcome back !

37. no denial !

38.

39.

TAGLIST [OPEN] — @mikctp @ghostlysyntaxed @kazemiya @nnasv @gojoandelsalovechilde @candy-purple-cyanide @kissingkzuha @zyilas @lunaavity @luminescent-light @mave-in @rizakari @riikyu @kokoscutie @starsxnight @sketcheeee @softlie @izakyun @xiaxilia @the-sweet-madame

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a/n: spider-man!gojo letsgooooo <3 i will probably make this a series! dont be shy, leave a note and reblog!! also feel free to share ur thoughts on spidey gojo!!

when you step into your room after a hard day in university, the last thing you expect to see is a spider hanging down from your ceiling. it’d be okay if the spider wasn’t giant with red and blue all over it and didn’t have your diary in his hands.

“what the hell?” you look around warily as you quickly close your door. “what exactly are you doing here?”

he tilts his head to the side, shaking your item in his hands, “reading this. your life is pretty boring, by the way.”

you roll your eyes, ripping your diary from his hands, and fall onto your bed, tossing your bag somewhere. ignoring his whining, you close your eyes, feeling yourself relax despite the presence of the boy. though, as soon as you open your eyes you are met with the white orbs of his mask watching you intently.

he lowers himself by your bed’s side, careful not to touch your sheets with his suit as it is a little dusty with city’s dirt.

“i wanna show you my face.”

“what?!” you sit up immediately, wary of his next actions when he only chuckles at your reaction, shaking his head slightly, and reaches his hands to the back of his mask. “wait, no, i’m not ready-!”

all the words stick in your throat unable to come out as soon as you see his face. your eyes widen in surprise, going over and over every inch of his face while he only continues to stare back at you as if he hasn’t seen your face a million times before. the way he is between your legs doesn’t help either, but he is literally so tall that his face is on the same level as yours. his face is familiar yet so new, yet you can’t bring yourself to think about anything else than how pretty he actually is.

“how does your hair even fit under the mask?” you mutter the question out loud and slap a hand over your mouth as soon as you realize what happened.

the boy before you laughs, ruffling his white locks, “that’s the first thing you wanna ask? not even my name?”

his question makes you realize things you never thought about before or never really paid any mind. who even is he? a local superhero who once helped you and somehow managed to worm himself into your life with his often unexpected late night appearances and ability to talk pretty much non-stop about everything and nothing. the only thing you haven’t discussed with him would probably be him, the boy under the mask.

of course, you wondered what was the name of the so called “spider-boy” and “spiderling” and your “friendly neighbourhood spider-man”, but you weren’t the one to push when he told you that it’d be better if you didn’t know his true identity.

so you sigh after a few moments of silence, rubbing your temples, “what’s your name then?”

“gojo satoru.” your brain short-circuits.

“wait- gojo as in gojo inc? the largest tech conglomerate in the world?”

“yep, that’s the one,” he quickly says, and then looks around before rubbing his neck with shyness that is foreign to him. “uh, do you maybe have some spare clothes i could put on?”

you silently move away to walk to your closet and while you dig for some oversized shirt and pants, your mind is running a mile an hour. you think about all of the times your unassuming self let the local hero into your room, or when you spent your evening chatting with him on the roofs of not really trustworthy areas of town. the times he offered you a quick ride home, gently grabbing your waist and shielding your eyes when you started panicking about the height and the speed of his movements.

as he changes in the bathroom, you quickly google the company’s name and look for him in images - and there he is, in all of his human glory. standing by his father’s side as the heir of the gojo inc. and looking pretty smug. the thought of cameras barely capturing his true beauty sets your face on fire because you were able to see it up close. but you also figure out one of the reasons why he hasn’t told anyone about his secret.

you are the first one to know about his secret.

“miss me?” he whispers right in your ear, making you scream. while satoru starts giggling like an idiot, you hurriedly push away and order to stay in your bathroom because you’re pretty sure your mother heard you clearly.

“is everything okay?” she asks from the kitchen, you assume, and you grip the handle of the bathroom door when you feel him lean against it from the other side. unfortunately for you, the only excuse you are able to come up with is:

“yeah, i just thought i saw a spider!”

you hear gojo’s stifled laughter even before you finish the phrase, and as soon as you make sure that your mom isn’t concerned anymore you let him out.

“what a good girl you are, said the truth,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “saw a spider, didn’t you?”

“ugh, shut up,” you roll your eyes, “i’m still confused.”

“‘bout what?” gojo wonders as he plops down on your bed, comfortably sitting against the headboard. you find yourself compelled to sit by his side and not opposed to him.

“why did you show me who you really are?”

satoru shrugs, swiftly laying his head on your shoulder and effectively making you want to throw yourself out of the window even though you’re pretty sure he’d be quick to save you.

“just wanted you to know, i guess? i trust you, y’know.”

you’re so confused but it’s hard to focus on anything else than his weight on the side of your body. you can feel how tired he is and even though you have a million questions to ask him, you keep your mouth shut, only nodding at his words and relaxing enough to rest your head on top of his. you know that your mother can come into your room anytime and misunderstand the whole situation(understandably so), but as you open your mouth to speak up gojo gets ahead of you,

“can i stay here for a bit please? i’ll leave soon, i promise.”

“alright.”

and then it’s like nothing has changed; soon he is talking your ears off about his day and how many bad guys he managed to catch, but he is by your side and not lazily spinning in your squeaky chair or hanging down from the ceiling. so you decide on asking him all the questions that his revelation brought to your mind the next time he is in your room, not as spider-man but as gojo satoru.

heaven on earth ✭ ˎˊ-

ft. social media au ⸝⸝ idol!xiao x fem!reader

synopsis ; — in which you befriend your next door neighbour who, unbeknownst to you, was apart of a soon-to-be one of the most popular bands throughout liyue. you're unable to tell if cupid was helping you or not when things with xiao keept going up and down. will he continue to keep his secret from yours truly?

genre — 5wirl band au, next door neighbour (apartment but same thing), slow-burn, fluff, crack, angst (at some point yea), modern au, flirty x shy trope, sfw, includes writing ✰

staus — on-going

PROFILES — sleep deprived workaholics / an(emo) qties

table of contents !

00. prologue .. once upon a time ✮

01. cupid meter !

02. information acquired !

03. gift from stranger !

04. communication is key ✮

05. gift for stranger !

06. pride or nice !

07. unwinding !

08. a new number !

09. out of character !

10. unfamiliar warmth ✮

11. yet !

12. surely a dinner !

13. who he really is !

14. free tickets !

15. hint of the past !

16. arrivals !

17. face-to-face ✮

18. stupid scandal !

19. knock knock !

20. drastic measures !

21. mission accomplished !

22. war is over !

23. second date !

24. picture perfect !

25. enlighten us !

26. father-son bond !

27. maternal instinct !

28. family business !

29. a routine !

30. suffocating room !

31. oh no !

32. battlefield !

33. unwanted encounters ✮

34. at fault !

36.

TAGLIST [OPEN] — @mikctp @ghostlysyntaxed @kazemiya @nnasv @gojoandelsalovechilde @candy-purple-cyanide @kissingkzuha @zyilas @lunaavity @luminescent-light @mave-in @rizakari @riikyu @kokoscutie @starsxnight @sketcheeee @softlie @izakyun @xiaxilia @the-sweet-madame

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MANGA SPOILERS

I like you, have some bsd memes I made

Fukuchi slander

How chapter 95.5 went:

Context: Chapter 93 where Aya was trying to take a photo of Fukuchi and Bram but her flash light was on.

CHUUYA READS NEWSPAPER?? HELLO? HOW DID NO ONE NOTICE THIS HOLY SHIT-

BUNGO STRAY DOGS MANGA SPOILERS

i apologize for the person i will become when vampire chuuya gets animated

heaven on earth

24. picture perfect .. ✮

[ genshin impact smau / idol!xiao x fem!reader ]

“So… you decided that reserving the entire restaurant and arcade was a good idea?”

You slowly nod your head, “Why not? You won’t need to wear a disguise then, yes?”, you replied. Xiao shook his head at your answer, bewildered at how oblivious you are to what he was implying. His golden eyes sweep across the lobby, taking in the view of the arcade and restaurant.

The cook, Smiley Yanxiao, seemed to be chatting along with Verr, a relieved expression on his face. It seemed that reserving the entire place for Xiao had granted him a much-needed break. Considering this… he couldn’t bring himself to be truly angry at the current situation.

From where he stood, he had a clear view of the restaurant. Right on top of it was the arcade, with stairs encircling the inn and converging at the top where a door was located. He got a peek at the arcade when the door of the arcade was opened by a staff member, the only people he could find in this whole inn. It felt odd that the once crowded place was this still and silent. It felt wrong.

Reserving a whole restaurant along with an arcade for a solid 3 hours would’ve cost someone a fortune, plus this place was the Wangshu Inn. Even if you wanted him to enjoy himself without worrying about his career, there were other alternatives. Despite knowing that something was up when you mentioned to him that he didn’t need to wear a disguise, this was beyond his imagination. He should’ve figured it out the moment he stepped foot into this widely known restaurant and there was nobody in sight.

“How much was this?” Xiao asked, still in shock as his eyes darted to every corner, not used to how quiet the once bustling place was. “A few zeros here and there and a swipe of my card.” He internally facepalmed at your answer, rich people things.

Wait. The realization that he had never asked about the reasoning behind your massive amount of money had just dawned on him. Then that familiar voice of yours reached his ears and he decided that he’d leave the questioning for later. “Where do you wanna go first? Arcade or lunch. Hungry?”

It was a rare occurrence that he’d like both options when being given choices. However, he found it hard to decide between the options you’ve given him. With a bit more pondering on the best possible outcome, he uttered, “Arcade, then lunch.”

An approving nod from you solidified his plan. Together, you made your way towards the stairs, leading up to the arcade.

It was a comical sight, something his co-workers would laugh at him for if they saw the scene. The notoriously reserved idol who only ever utters as few words as he can, trying so hard to win at arcade basketball. With his height, sure he had to put in more work but he’d like to think it was worth it when he saw the delighted look on your face with the number of tickets he got from his hard work. The noise of the tickets coming out of the machine and the music from other games filled the empty arcade.

The basket a staff member had offered was brimming with stacks and stacks of tickets in it. Teamwork makes the dream work, yes? No, you just found a game that was so rigged you got at least 60 tickets each time you played it. The tickets were farmed there by you, thus the filled basket.

He was grateful that you spent this much money just for his sake, he was having fun being able to openly enjoy the arcade without the nuisance of others, but he wouldn’t admit it, of course.

Meanwhile, you were having a blast. The arcade was filled with trendy machines to pretty outdated machines that you wouldn’t be able to find elsewhere - but it gave a sense of nostalgia if you were old that is. There were games that you hadn’t even heard of, adding an extra layer of excitement. Even the lighting was perfect, it was more on the dark side with occasional neon lights arranged neatly, it really added to the whole aesthetic of an arcade.

Glancing around the arcade for more games to play with, your eyes landed on the photo booth. Oh! This is a must! Carrying the overflowing basket of tickets, you headed to the photo booth with Xiao following behind. The confined space inside the booth was just enough for your shoulders and Xiao’s to touch, but neither of you paid any mind to it.

The machine made a little beep! after you had slipped the required amount of coins. “Pose Xiao, Pose!” You nudged the dark-haired male beside you, your elbows digging into his side. A mini countdown could be heard from the machine, giving you guys the time to strike a pose. Silly faces, hand signs, bunny ears, beaming smiles - four photos taken. A faint whirring sound from the photo booth could be heard before the 2 identical pictures were printed out, each with 4 grids.

As soon as Xiao’s eyes landed on the picture, he blinked. The picture turned out well, anyone could tell that the two of you were having fun. Golden irises lingered on the picture, call him cheesy (actually don’t) but a smile really looked good on you. Though the thought made him cringe at himself.

“Come back, you look ridiculous. We’re taking another one.”

The sound of laughter followed Xiao’s words, pink creeping up his ears as he tried to grab the picture in your hand that the two of you received. “Nuh-uh! This is perfect!” Huffing, he accepted his defeat when he saw the look of determination on your face. He looked back at the picture in his hand, and yea, maybe this is perfect.

Your voice rang in his ear once again, “Xiao, look! A dancing game! Let’s compete?”

Oh, he doesn’t mind a challenge, “You’re on.”

Xiao jogged over to where you were standing. You were inserting the coins - the never-ending amount making him gulp whenever he glanced at it. The game consisted of two stages, each having four arrow panels on the floor: up, down, left, and right, simple enough. The machine lit up with a welcoming dialogue inviting the players to select a song and difficulty level, which you allowed Xiao to choose because he apparently was an expert — Matsuri by Fuji Kaze - with difficulty set to normal.

Hitting combo after combo, both of you synchronized your steps on the panels that appeared on the huge screen before you. Xiao was competitive, but so were you. The sound of sneakers squeaking could hardly be heard over the music and the other games nearby.

Curses slipped out of your mouth as you caught a glimpse of Xiao’s score, winning by a small margin. You groaned, “It’s rigged.”

The man standing next to you let out a huff, “Accept defeat.” You perked up when the game displayed the final scores, an A+ for Xiao and an A for you. You dramatically let your head droop into your hand as you made fake sobbing noises. Xiao could only stare at you as you perform your “the world is so cruel” act. “It’s just because I took dance lessons a few times, stop sulking.” he voiced out, immediately feeling embarrassed the moment the words left his mouth. Though, he couldn’t find it in himself to regret it when muffled laughter followed his words.

"Next! Race cars!" He grunted at your words, clearly not a fan of driving. Yet, he still followed your footsteps and settled on sitting on the seat beside your game. Just as you were handing him some coins, he waved you off. “I’ll watch ya.”

You blinked at his words, then shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Gripping the steering wheel, the machine allowed you to select a map along with some instructions. As you focused on the screen in front of your steering wheel, Xiao stared at you. “Hey, been meaning to ask. How’re you this rich?”

Blame his curiosity but he couldn’t exactly stop himself from letting the question that was lingering in his mind be voiced out. You stared ahead, the screen showing a countdown as you conversed with him, “My family’s rich, that’s practically it.” He hummed at your answer, that did make sense because he assumed you were yet to graduate from whatever university you attend.

Stepping on the pedal, you twisted and turned the wheel in an attempt to remain the first in the race as you conversed with the man beside you.

“Who paid for your apartment?”

“Agency bought it for me. It’s near our studio.”

“How did you guys deal with PAIMON’s tweet?”

“Oh, we had them take it down or we’d sue.”

“Damn.”

The screen showed a “#1” text in bold big letters, showing that you’ve won the race. You took your phone out to snap a photo before shoving it back into your pocket and heading for the one thing that you’ve been meaning to try - the claw machines.

“You know it’s pretty much rigged, right?” Xiao sighed as he stood beside you, watching at your 4th attempt at getting the My Melody plushie, and failing.

“It doesn’t matter! You get it if you’re lucky!” You whined, another failed attempt at going home with the toy.

“Whatever, I’ll buy one myself later.”

Walking away from the machine, you fail to notice how Xiao inserts another few coins into the machine as he tells you to go ahead to the restaurant.

When he caught up with you and ordered almond tofu - apparently he knew the cook - his favorite dish, you watched as he pulled something out of his shirt and stuffed it into his tote bag. The table restricted your view but you figured it was nothing and moved on to make conversations with him.

This felt strangely normal, like it was meant to be, just you and Xiao, sitting and talking. At the same time, you felt nervous talking to the almond tofu living guy. Second guessing your words, worrying how he might misunderstand what you say, strange. Knowing that you would've missed all of this if you hadn't heard him out made you happy with your decision. At the end of the day, fun was the one word you could use to describe this eventful simple.

"Why!? I could pay for it y'kno-" Your words were cut off by his tugging. Xiao had insisted that the both of you should take the subway instead of ordering a cab. He had tugged you along by the arm as he walked towards the nearest station, "Use money wisely. Plus you should use the subway once in a while."

Laughing at his scolding, you teased him. "You sure you just don't wanna spend more time with me by walking there, hmm?"

Xiao averted his gaze, red crawling up his neck and ears as he willed himself to get used to your teasing.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you say “Oh, that’s the station.” He looked up ahead and sure enough, it was the subway station. He released his grip on your arm when you started to speed up, muttering something about “let’s get this over with.”

The two of you were lucky enough to get to the train just right on time as the doors closed after you had run in. It was pretty empty, a few people here and there but there were vacant seats. You sat down on an empty seat and Xiao settled down beside you.

There was a comfortable silence accompanied by the train noises every once in a while.

Oh right, the plushie!

Xiao rummaged through his tote bag to look for the plushies he got after you left the arcade. He heard Heizou saying something about these types of plushies - Sanrio, was it? He got the one you wanted earlier and then another. Mainly because they were in the same machine.

You peeked over his broad shoulders in an attempt to find out what he was looking for. Xiao took both of the plushies out of his bag and turned to you, accidentally hitting your face with his shoulders.

You heard an oh. before he held your face with a hand, plushies on his lap as he scanned your features. You laughed endearingly at his concerned behavior,

“I’m fine.” He nodded at your words, removed his hands from your face, and went to grab the plushies from his lap, showing them off to you like a kid showing their drawings to a parent. You blinked once, then twice, subconsciously missing the feeling of his hand on your face. You pushed away the thought to focus on the plushies he had gotten.

“For me?” You tilted your head, hands reaching out to grab the plushie and in the process, brushing your hands against his. He nodded at your answer, “The other was in the same machine.”

His answer made you laugh, god, Xiao could be so cute. “They’re matching. Kuromi and My Melody.”

Golden eyes stared blankly at your words, before muttering a quiet “makes sense.” along with a shrug. You glanced at the plushie on your lap, there’s a warmth that slowly filled your heart at the realization that he got it for you settled in.

The announcement from the speakers interrupted your thoughts. Signaling at Xiao, the two of you got off the subway and he led the way to your apartments. The silence was filled with the whooshing of the winds or the small talk here and there. It felt too soon to end the day.

The two of you reached the floor of your apartment. The elevator doors opened and the two of you stood in front of your respective apartments. Xiao was the first and last to speak.

“Thanks for today, [name].”

Maybe it was your imagination, but you swear you saw the ghost of a smile on his face before he turned around and headed into his apartment, giving you no room to reply.

heaven on earth - 24. picture perfect

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synopsis ; 🗝️ — in which you befriend your next door neighbour who, unbeknownst to you, was apart of a soon-to-be one of the most popular bands throughout liyue. you're unable to tell if cupid was helping you or not when things with xiao keept going up and down. will he continue to keep his secret from yours truly?

NOTES — sorry for not uploading for a while! i took a tiny break because i was busy and writing took a while, hope this makes up for it

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CHAPTER 96 IS OUT OMF I CAN'T DO TJIS

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