#Lucky chocolate Maid cafe

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Aufgepasst, Goshujin-sama, Ojou-sama! (๑>ᴗ<๑) Alle zusammen gestellt und auf drei geht's los, denn eure magische Maid Mio hat heute Geburtstag. 🎉 Zu deinem magischen Tag wünschen wir dir 12 Monate Gesundheit, 52 Wochen Glück, 365 Tage ohne Stress, 8.760 Stunde Liebe, 525.600 Minuten Freundlichkeit und 31.536.000 Sekunden Freude! ✿♥‿♥✿ Wir haben nachgerechnet: Setzen wir für das Jahr 365 Tage an, sind alle Zahlen picobelli korrekt.(☆>���<) Also feier schön und lass dich reich beschenken, wir freuen uns auf das 4 mal Dokomi mit dir und hoffen das noch ganz viele weitere dazu kommen. ❤️ (^_<)～☆Happy Birthday (^_<)～☆

[fuwushiguro]

I heard you were looking for prompts! I used to work for a maid cafe years ago and a typical thing was an “auction” at the end of a shift to pay for an extra hour of service to hang with your favorite maid (in real life it was safe and had guidelines of what we could and could not do and had to be in a public space etc.).

HOWEVER

What if the maid cafe and extra hour of service happened with Keigo or Dabi 🥰 definitely NSFW though heh.

Oh I LOVE this, but I’ll be honest my knowledge of maid cafes begins and ends with that episode of my hero where Kaminari mentions doing one for the school festival HAHA I’ll do my best tho!! (Also why Keigo OR Dabi when it could be both :)))) Thank you so much for the prompt I hope it was worth the wait <3  

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Hawks x f!reader x Dabi

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, rough sex, public sex(????), cumplay, degradation, dumbification, corruption kink, threesome, spoiler warning!

Words: 3.2k

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You hadn’t expected to hear back from the maid café job you applied for, but you did, almost instantly. That should have been the first red flag. Naively you were simply happy for the opportunity to work, you foolishly believed that maybe they contacted you so quickly because of your beauty. How could they not snap up a babe like you to work in an industry where looks are essential? You finally got out of your smothering parents place, you cut all contact from them and needed a job. You’d fallen on your feet, it was all perfect. It was one of the first jobs you applied for, and you were lucky enough to get it. It was like a dream come true. You’d never been to a maid café before, but how hard could it be? Your first shift was at 4PM on the 18th of January.

You wish you didn’t turn up for work that day.

When you stepped through the double glass doors to your new workplace, you were greeted by smiles from happy customers and giddy workers. The rest of the maids were so pretty and cute, you couldn’t wait to get to know your co-workers. But the happy faces on the outside turned to sour scowls in the staff room. You’re on our turf. There are enough girls here, you won’t last the week. Your makeup isn’t right. You look dumpy in that dress. Those were just a few of the things the other maids had told you that day. The negativity was a crushing weight on your soul; you weren’t sure you’d survive the day, let alone the week.

Your shift was due to end at 7PM. Willing the time to speed up. Pretty please? Just for me? You knew it was in vain, trying your best to keep your cutesy smile plastered across your face for the customers. The other girls staring daggers at you. Why couldn’t you all just get along? Holding back tears was a gargantuan task, if you couldn’t stick this job out, you’d have to go crawling back to your family home. You thought you were finally free. You knew what you would be doing as soon as you got back to your dingy apartment, looking for a new job.

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Time was movingly appallingly slow, you weren’t entirely convinced it was moving at all. But finally, the end was in sight. 6:53PM. Mentally planning your well deserved bubble bath with the small chocolate bar you left in your fridge as a well done for getting the job, heaven awaited and it was in touching distance. You were quickly snapped out of your fantasy as you heard two men laughing as they entered the establishment. They instantly approached your boss, you couldn’t help but peer over as they conversed in hushed tones.

“It’s a little late for a coffee.” You muttered to no one but yourself.

“God you really are stupid, aren’t you?” One of your co-workers belittled you. You were too terrified to face her, wanting that to be the end of the exchange. Her raised voice had caught the attention of the raven-haired man who was talking with your boss, his glistening blue eyes staring intently into yours. How did his gaze have such an affect from this distance? Immediately you put your head back down and continued wiping down the table you’d been working on.  “It’s auction night, stupid.” She snapped. Auction night? You wondered. Pondering what kind of things would be up for grabs. The reality hit you in the form of your manager rushing you and the rest of the girls onto the raised platform area. You weren’t going home. No bubble bath, no bar of chocolate. It was the girls, the girls were being auctioned. Surely this has got to be illegal? It’s just for an hour or so, just special service with your favourite maid. One of the less vicious girls whispered to you, sensing your distress. There were so many eyes leering at you. You noted it was entirely men in the audience here to place their bids, it made you uneasy. But apparently it’s a good opportunity for tips. Before you knew what was going on, your boss quickly rushed to the stage, taking control of the microphone.

“I’m sorry to disappoint gentleman, but this evenings auction has been cancelled.” He stated. He was met with an immediate uproar, as well as a cacophony of confused squeals from the other girls. You were relieved, you may as well have been out the front door, the way that your body had instantly hastened towards the exit. “We are under new management.” He added. He stepped down, everyone scanning the room to see what was going on. A blonde was stood in front, taking over the mic from your ex-employer.

“Heyo, my names Keigo and I’m the new owner of this joint.” He smarmily announced, his darker haired friend smiling cockily in his direction as he began a slow clap. You and the girls followed suit. You weren’t sure why; it just seemed appropriate. “Now, everyone get the fuck out of my café.” Everyone was confused, but once the sentence was repeated in a more intimidating manner, the entire audience as well as your previous boss had vacated the premises. The darker haired man who’d been hanging further back was now in the front row, ogling all of the maids who stood before him. You tried your best to not look at him again, worrying another peep into his beautiful blue eyes would have you lost in them.

“Why don’t you tell them what’s going on Keigo?” The man suggested to his friend.

“Do you know what day it is today, ladies?” Keigo asked all of you. You all meekly shook your heads, feeling slightly stupid that you didn’t know. “My friend over here; it’s his birthday.” He spoke, pointing to the birthday boy. Without missing a beat, in unison, all of the maids minus you wished the man a happy birthday.

“Thank you ladies, do you know what I really want for my birthday?” He asked, once again making all of you shake your heads.

“As well as buying this joint, I placed a bid.” Keigo began, mic in hand, slowly pacing across the stage passing each of you and your co-workers. But the auction was cancelled? You thought. “You.” He spoke, booping your nose.

“What?”

“I bid on you, he wants you for his birthday.” Keigo told you. You were taken aback, the butterflies rising in your terrified stomach threatening to pour out and attack everyone in the café. You couldn’t even speak, and he took your lack of response as submission. Commanding the rest of the girls leave, but expressing he wanted to see all of them back here bright and early. Once the girls had departed, Keigo threw the keys to his friend who locked the door behind them. You needed to find the courage to speak up, you didn’t know what to do. It was only your first day, they should have found someone more experienced to give them the auction service. You weren’t even sure where to start.

“I, um. I-I literally started working here today… So…” You began. The two men sneered and raised their eyebrows, willing you to continue. “Um, can I get you guys a coffee?” You asked, pulling a pair of howls from each of them. You were mortified. What was so funny anyway?

“Touya, you chose one who does jokes.” Keigo laughed, you looked to the man named Touya who had a smirk sprawled across his face.

“She’s a real cute thing, isn’t she?” He spoke as he looked at you, you weren’t looking back. But you could feel his eyes on you. “That’s not the kind of service we want from you tonight doll.” He added, walking a bit closer to the stage. You didn’t speak, too scared to say something embarrassing again. You could only hope that he’d elaborate on his own. Not a word was spoken, the silence was deafening. Interrupted by the sound of a belt buckle colliding with the floor. The sound drawing your eyes to its origin. It was Touya’s.

“Oh… Please don’t.” You whimpered, recognising the gravity of your situation. The two men snickered, Touya slowly trudging in your direction. You did all you could to back away from him, but there was a wall behind you, and the sound of the keys locking your only exit was reverberating in your brain. You looked to Keigo, hoping he’d take pity and help you.

“Don’t look at me, you’re his present. I’ll just be watching, or whatever.” Keigo announced, the thought of it making you feel sick.

“Fuck no birdbrain, I’ll let you take her for a spin. You paid for her after all.” Touya responded, it was almost sweet. He was talking as if he was sharing his new car with his best friend, but he wasn’t. It was you he was talking about like an object. You felt a tear slip through your lower lashes and did your best to think of a way to get out of this wretched predicament.

“No, really. You can’t. You don’t want me I’ll be useless… I’m a virgin!” You spoke, sobs escaping you as you carried on pleading for your salvation. Touya looked to Keigo and then back to you.

“Are you kidding?” He questioned you, looming over your cowardly frame. You nodded sheepishly, still doing your best to avoid eye contact with either of the men. You weren’t lying. You weren’t allowed boyfriends back home; the world of dating was something you were excited to explore now that you were free. But this was the last thing you wanted.

“Baby… Now I want you more.”

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Touya picked you up in his arms and rested you on a sofa next to the stage, Keigo sat himself on the edge of said stage and took his bulging cock out of his khakis. It was the first time you’d seen one in person before, and before you could inspect every angle, you had another a few inches from you. Both of the men began stroking their lengths and you weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself.

“Look at her, she’s so scared.” Touya teased as he shifted the beading precum from his slit around his tip. Instantly feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks, they couldn’t help but comment on that too. You were so embarrassed, completely out of your depth and ashamed.

“Hey Birdie, I think the birthday boy wants his cock sucked.” Keigo noted. You didn’t want to do it, you didn’t know how. But you were realising quicker and quicker that you weren’t going to have a say in the matter. You formed your mouth into an ‘O’ shape and bobbed up and down the length of Touya’s erection. The instant moan that fell from his lips sent a flutter to your lower abdomen. Keigo began stroking himself quicker. Your lack of experience caused you to gag around him each time you felt his tip reach the back of your throat.

“Less teeth, more tongue sweetheart.” He commanded. What does that even mean? You did your best with the instruction, and you assumed it was working when he clasped his fingers through your hair pulled at your scalp harshly. “Keigo – unh – you have to try this.” Touya informed him.

“Oh yeah?”

Touya nodded and continued enjoying his blowjob for another few minutes as he guided you through it. He told you you’d be a pro by the time they were done with you. He used his hand that was threaded through your strands to yank you from his glistening cock and face him. He gave you a sloppy kiss like he wanted to taste himself on your tongue. That’s when it hit you. You’d sucked cock before you’d even had your first kiss. You’re a whore. Tears pricked at your eyes, and before you could wipe them away Touya grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger and forced you to face him.

“She’s crying.” Touya stated to his friend.

“Quit your bitching, you’re gonna make us soft with that shit.” Keigo moaned as he continued palming himself. Touya searched your eyes intently.

“Was that your first kiss?” He questioned. Your sobs and sniffles were followed by a nod towards him. “We really hit the jackpot with you huh? Like you were put here just for me, I’m gonna be your first everything princess.” He told you. There was nothing you could do, this was happening whether you wanted it to or not. There was no use fighting, they’d overpower you in an instant. “You want a turn asshole?” Touya asked his friend.

“Fuck yeah I do.” Keigo nodded as he approached you, still stroking himself. Touya slapped your ass under your puffed out maids skirt, indicating that you needed to move. Letting him manhandle you, he forced you onto all fours as he loomed over you from behind and Keigo leered down into your wet eyes from the front. He smeared his cock over your lips, waiting for you to stretch your mouth wide enough for him to slot himself in. You did your best to replicate on the blonde what you had previously to Touya. How could they expect so much of someone who had not an ounce of experience?

Touya yanked your cutesy pink frilly panties down to your knees and parted your legs as much as he possibly could. You were shaking in anticipation. You knew what he was doing back there, and you were terrified that it was going to hurt. You’d heard stories, but would it really be that bad? You were clueless about sex, you didn’t know what to expect in the slightest, so you could do nothing but hope this ordeal would come to an end quickly. Jolting slightly as you felt Touya slide his tip over your dampened slit. You were glad you’d managed to produce the slick between your folds, surely that would help with the process of Touya’s intimidating cock entering your hole. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly began descending into you. Unable to control yourself, you pulled yourself away from Keigo’s erection and began to yelp through the pain. It was burning. Involuntary tears were pouring from your eyes and you didn’t care to stop them. The pain was insufferable.

“Sh, shush baby I promise, I promise it’ll feel real good soon.” Touya hushed you, you prayed he was right. You couldn’t bare another second of the excruciating stretching of your walls. You were sure there was something that could have been done to help the pain, not to immediately plunge his dick into your virgin cunt. It only seemed to get worse the further he entered too. You didn’t know there was so much room inside of you to fill, or so much cock for him to keep going. Once he finally bottomed out inside of you, that’s when he decided to start thrusting. He took it slow at first, it was quite sweet all things considered. He was only going slow for you after all. He told you so. He’ll start slow and when it feels a little better he’ll pick up the pace. He likes going fast. By this point, Keigo shoved his cock back down your throat. You were stuffed full of the two monstrous cocks that had denied you of the romantic first time you’d always dreamed of.

“I told you before birdie, be a good little whore and stop crying, ‘kay? You’re ruining it for me.” Keigo commanded, a lot more menacingly than he had the first time. You did your best to compose yourself, but waiting for the pain of your pussy being stretched out seemed never ending. You’d all but lost hope when Touya reached around you and began rubbing circles into the sensitive bud between your folds. You immediately moaned at the contact, as best you could with a throbbing cock lodged in your mouth. “I think she liked that Touya.” Keigo teased as he rutted into your wet cavern. Touya continued what he was doing and slightly quickened his thrusts into your entrance.

“Do you think she’s ever cum before?” Touya asked his friend. Keigo shrugged his shoulders, he didn’t care. He was chasing his own high, he’d been palming himself long enough and he wanted you to drink him up like it was the tastiest drink you’d ever been gifted. “You gotta swallow, okay doll? It’s good manners.” Touya told you. When Keigo’s seed assaulted your tongue, you couldn’t swallow it quick enough. You didn’t want the taste to linger, and you wanted to be a good girl. A good little slut for her two masters. You showed them both your tongue and you were rewarded by Touya with even quicker thrusts, and a wet, tongue kiss from Keigo. He didn’t tuck himself away, he began stroking himself yet again as he watched his friend pound into your swollen cunt.

“If she hasn’t cum before she won’t last much longer.” Keigo answered Touya’s earlier question, admiring your dumb fucked out facial expressions as Touya continued ploughing into you and abusing your clit. You hadn’t. You were curious, of course. In the middle of the night, you’d touch yourself. But you didn’t know what to do, nothing ever happened and it felt weird. Now you know though, now you know this is how it was supposed to feel.

“I’m close baby, you gonna take all my cum in that pretty pussy?” Touya asked. You could do nothing but babble sweet, sweet yesses over and over again through your incessant moaning. The knot of pleasure was rising in your stomach. Your pussy felt so pleased, full, and surging through every sensation in your nervous system. Whatever was about to follow, you needed it, and you needed it now. “Cum for me princess, cum all over my cock.” Touya commanded, and well, your cunt submitted. You’d been doing as you were told all night, why would you stop now? You couldn’t disobey a direct order from your master. At the same time, you felt your insides turn gooey and warm. Ceaseless moaning bellowed from the pair of you, he’d practically collapsed on you placing loving kisses on your back above your work uniform. Keigo pulled you towards him spreading your legs open as far as they would go. Admiring your juices and Touya’s cum spilling out from your slutty, fucked out hole. You turned away from them, blushing with humiliation, but Keigo forced you to look.

“Don’t look away birdie, we’re so proud of you. It’s such a pretty pussy. What a good girl you are.” Keigo expressed. You nuzzled into his neck, assuming he’d like it more than if you’d look away. But you couldn’t bare to watch Touya’s seed leak out of you anymore, it was humiliating.

“We’ve got so much more to show you, doll.”

© 2021 fuwushiguro

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random dates with jujutsu kaisen characters

ft. itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, zenin maki, inumaki toge, nanami kento, and gojou satoru

g/n!reader (except maybe for maki but that's more personal pref)

itadori yuuji - "hey!-", you were essentially muted as itadori plops a strawberry in your mouth. you bite down, wrinkling your nose up at him in fake upset. he just smiles and laugh, as you drop the pout and laugh with him. you two were on a picnic, drinking lemonade and watching the hours melt away into the sunny sky. currently, you two were demolishing a carton of strawberries, the green tops abandoned on a plate next to you. you swallowed, relishing the sweetness lingering on your tongue.

taking one last berry, itadori reclined and sprawled on the blanket while putting his hands behind his head. you laid down on the blanket next to him, placing your head on his chest. he glanced down at you and took one of your hands in his, his thumb starting to trace gentle circles on your palm. with your free hand, you pointed up to the clouds in the sky. "that one looks like a bus," you suggested. "mmm, i think it looks like a log," he responds. "that one looks like a cat." "i think it looks like a log." "ok, that one looks like a tree." "mmmmmmm i think it looks like a log," he says again. "yuuji, you think all of them look like logs," you say. you can feel his laugh bubbling in his chest as he says, "because all of them do look like logs." he points up at the sky at different clouds, "that one does....and that one does....i think these are actually all logs in disguise." you playfully swat his hand and turn your head up at him, saying, "you need to use your imagination a bit. if you're only looking for logs, all you're going to find is logs."

instead of responding, itadori shifts forward and captures your mouth in soft kiss. you respond, pushing your lips against his in a sweet dance. his tongue finds its way into your mouth, deepening the kiss. his hand has slipped out of yours and now is on the small of your back, pushing you closer into him. he smiles into the kiss, pausing. "what?" you ask, temporarily affixing your head above his. "nothing," he responds, "i just hope we can stay like this for a little while longer."

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fushiguro megumi - he's is nursing a cup of black tea in a porcelain cup and saucer, while he chews on a black ballpoint pen. fushiguro is in a cafe across the street, but you can see him through the window. as you walk in, the bell above the door jingles and he glances up at you. he smiles and clears a pile of papers, making room for you at the table. you sit down across from him, noticing that he's already ordered a cup of tea and a croissant for you.

"hey 'gumi. what'cha up to?" you ask, lifting the cup to your lips. "working on this latest batch, but it's tough. did you bring your stuff?" he asks. you pull out a small notebook, untying the ribbon that holds the pages shut. "of course i did, i want your feedback on my latest poems," you respond. "this is the most recent one i wrote." in the garden of my mind/you sink my heart into my soul/blooming into something unknown/glassy eyes speaking of that garden untold is what you hand to him. he furrows his brow as he reads over the lines, once, twice, three....ohmygod how many times is he going to read it? is it bad??? you catch your lip between your teeth as you wait for his critiques, anxiously tapping your fingers against the table. finally, he looks up to you. "i like the use of garden as a metaphor, but i think you could expand on it more. it's a short poem so i know you don't have much room, but i'm really fixed on this idea of a garden. what grows there? who takes care of it?" he questions. his brows is still furrowed and you can practically see the wheels turning behind his poofy hair.

you smile over at him saying, "well, megumi i think you already know the answer to your questions." he blushes and looks out the window. the wheels are turning in his head again, but for a different reason. you know fushiguro isn't exactly the greatest with his feelings, so you give him a minute. he still gets flustered when you even allude to loving him, it's so removed from his own view of himself that he needs to take a minute to process. in the meantime, you rip off a fluffy piece of croissant and feel the buttery layers melt on your tongue. you look out the window, quietly drifting off to another world. "did you want to read my poem?" he asks, snapping you back to reality. you nod, picking up the piece of paper he passes you. your eyes focus on the first line: i love you.

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kugisaki nobara - you love nobara, you honestly do, but sometimes you forget about that when she gets in a yelling match with the man at the ice cream truck. you're pulling your hat over your head, hoping to spontaneously melt into a puddle while the two of them go back and forth. "i don't know what you want me to say! i'm sorry i gave the wrong flavor to them, but i can't change it," the vendor says exasperatedly. nobara wrinkles up her nose in disgust at the vendor, retorting, "this business is absolutely shameful. i come all the way here for ice cream, and you can't even properly fulfill my order. what if i reported you to the better business bureau? hmmm? would you be a bit more cooperative then?"

yeah, it's been going on like this for a few minutes. you think you're going to evaporate into thin air when you realize the arguing has stopped and nobara is on her way back. and...omg...she's holding a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone!! you immediately perk up. "you got it!" you exclaim, quickly taking the cone from her. you take a bite (do you bite ice cream???? lick??? v unsure), and faux-swoon at how good it is. forgetting your previous embarrassment, you swiftly press a kiss to nobara's lips as a thank-you. "thank you nobara, this was so sweet of you!" her face deeply reddens, every ounce of toughness from the earlier altercation dissipated. she tosses her hair, trying to play it off. "oh, you know, it wasn't difficult. you just had to ask nicely." you smile at her, suddenly wanting to pay her back for the embarrassment she dealt you before.

before she can react, you quickly leave a flurry of kisses all over her face. you zing from her cheeks to her nose to her lips to her forehead and back around so fast it makes her dizzy. if you thought she was red before, she's somehow gone an even deeper shade of brick. now she's the one pulling her hat down over her head. "y/n!! cut it out, we're in public!" she hisses at you, but there's no real venom behind it. "sorry, i couldn't help it. you just looked too pretty to resist," you say, and start walking toward the city. even through the brim of her hat, nobara can see you walking away. before catching up, she's rooted in place wondering how on earth she got so lucky.

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zenin maki - "y/n, i look stupid. can i take this off?" you smile at her, only your head sticking out from your door. "nope!!," you gleefully respond. maki stands outside your room with an annoyed look and crossed arms, wearing the maid outfit you dropped off at her house this morning. you quickly close the door and speedily drag your socks up your thighs and tuck the matching headband into your hair. admiring yourself in the mirror one last time, you opened the door and shyly step out in your own maid outfit. "how do i look?," you say, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

maki.pdf has crashed. her eyes flick up and down your body, a slight blush forming on her pearlescent cheeks. you note her silence and flounce over to her. tucking your hands behind your back and rocking on your heels, you lean forward. "maaaaaaaaki," you languish in her name, dragging out the syllables. "cat got your tongue?" she snaps back to the real world, a coy smile on her lips. she moves swiftly, and before you know it she's pressed up against you with a hand on your lower back and the other hand tilting your chin up at her. "of course not, darling, but i wouldn't mind getting yours," she says, gently stroking her thumb over your lips. you momentarily flush, a pretty pink haze spreading over your face. you wiggle out of her hold and kiss the tip of her nose, before dashing down the hallway.

confused, maki watches as you return with...a broom. "c'mon! maids clean, don't they?" you say as you hand her the broom. maki bemusedly watches as you pull out a rag and a can of pledge. "y/n. you called me here, with a maid outfit, so we could clean your house?" she ask. "yep!". oh my. maki watches as you spray chemicals over the table, then polish it clean with the rag. fuck it, she starts sweeping your hallway. "am i even going to get anything out of this?", whining, she stops sweeping. you pause and smile. "of course maki. after all, i have to pay you for your services." maki smirks at you, resting her hands and head on top of the broom. "oh? and what would that be?" she says, raising her eyebrows. "anything you want." maki's smirk deepens, and she goes back to sweeping. "and if i want you?" you too go back to your cleaning. "well, in that case, i suppose you have to do a really good job of cleaning."

your house has never looked cleaner.

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inumaki toge - you dip your paintbrush into the water, swirling it around and making sure it was clean before dipping it into bubblegum-colored paint. inumaki sits on the other side of you, though part of him is obscured by his easel. you would have asked him to move a few hours ago, but luckily you were almost done painting him. the sun was starting to set, so the colors of the setting were changing a bit but you were sure inumaki wouldn't care too much if you took some artistic liberties. you added the pink streaks in the clouds, trying to fluff them up as much as possible and make them look sweet. you frowned as you went a bit too far, having to clean your paintbrush and then touch up the painting with white.

finally, a few more mistakes and fixes later, you think you're satisfied with your work. it was a portrait of inumaki, sitting on his artist's stool with the blue sky and green hill in the background. a few hours ago it would have been an almost perfect rendering of the scene, save for the fact that you decided to paint him without his trademark collar over his face. you happened to love the seal on his face and tongue, but his covering of it made him more insecure about it as time went on. as he got used to seeing his face without it, he wondered if it would just be better if he didn't have a seal on his face at all. now he barely pulls down his collar, only ever to shout out cursed speech commands. "toge can we see each others' paintings now?" you ask. "okaka!" he responds. you sigh and say, "okay, let me know when you're done." you continue to add a few more cursory details until you hear "takana!" from the other easel. you poke your head around, asking, "do you want me to go first?" inumaki nods, and gets up.

you hold your breath as he walks over to survey your work. you feel him stop behind you and just...stare. no tsunamayo, no sujiko, not even an okaka. "what do you think?" you ask. he says nothing, and just points to his painted mouth. you look at him and feel a little bit crushed; he doesn't look angry or anything, but rather a little deflated. "are you upset i painted the curse seal?" you ask him. he responds with a slightly desolate "okaka" and your chest clutches a little bit. you wanted to show him how pretty he was with the seal, but you supposed you would have to go a bit further. "toge can you come a little closer?" he complies and moves right next to you. you quickly jump off the stool and clasp his face in your hands. slowly, you pull down his collar, revealing the seal. you hold his gaze for a moment longer, and then gently press kisses along the surface of the curse. you make sure to touch every angle, feeling the heat of his skin rise each new time your lips touch the curse. you pull your head back and say, "i think the curse seal is pretty. the way it curves along your cheek is just gorgeous, it's such a rich shade of black, and it looks the best when i see you smile. but most of all, you make it look pretty. i like the curse seal because it's a part of you." inumaki softly smiles when he hears this, and just wraps you up into a hug. you two stay like that for a minute or two, interrupted only by "can i see your painting of me now?" "shake."

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nanami kento - you two are at home in the kitchen. normally you both take turns cooking and cleaning, but tonight you decided to make dinner together. nanami is cutting up vegetables for your curry, while you focus on cooking the chicken in the sauce. soft music plays while a delicious aroma fills the room. nanami finishes cutting up the vegetables, neatly zooshing them into the pan with the knife. you add coconut milk and spices, stirring as the sizzling gets loud, and then gently recedes into a soft bubbling. you watch the pan carefully as nanami shifts behind you, wrapping his arms around your front. his face rests on your shoulder as you both watch the pan bubble away.

he gently bites your ear, asking, "how was your day?". your hand comes up to rest on his cheek, sighing contently. "fine. i was a bit busy, but nothing out of the ordinary. how was yours?". nanami sighs, the air lusciously dancing around your ear. "mmmmmm...annoying. or, more aptly, gojou was." you laugh, imaging all the ways the he could have been a nuisance. "is that so?," you say. "yes, but i don't want to dwell on it. work is work, and i'd rather focus on my time outside of it," nanami says. "like focusing on you," he breathes into your ear. he gently spins you around so that you're facing him, and pulls you closer to his body. he wraps his arms around your back, and you wrap your arms around his neck. you two begin to softly dance to the music, not even moving from the spot you're currently in. it's not perfect dancing by any standards; in fact, you think you're off-beat. still, with nanami humming in your ear and such a comforting aura surrounding you, you don't really think it matters.

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gojou satoru - for once, you two aren't running around and acting crazy. instead, you've just woken up to rain pattering on the window and cloudy skies overhead. gojou is still asleep in bed, blindfold slipped over his face with his closed eyes revealed to the world. you smile, enjoying the sight. it's not often you two get time to just be together, with gojou being gone all the time, his students needing his attention, and your own life and responsibilities. you slip out of the room and into the kitchen, cutting up fruit and making coffee. you bring it back into the room, the smell waking up your drowsy boyfriend. crystalline eyes look up at you, filled with love and adoration. you sit on the bed as he sits up, passing him a plate and a mug.

"hey, i just had the craziest dream," he says, mouth full of raspberries. "oh? would you like to tell me about it?," you respond, sipping your coffee. gojou smirks at you. "well, normally i would say to never tell a bad dream before breakfast because that's the surest way to make it come true, but i don't believe in that, and anyways i could kick the dream curse's ass if it came to it. so, itadori is a woman, and sukuna keeps taking over to play with boobs, right?". he rambles on, and you think he's actually making some of this up on the fly, but it's entertaining and you don't want to interrupt him. he tells you the whole story, and by the end you've both finished your breakfast. you're still laughing at the part where inumaki is left at the alter by nobara chasing after maki, when he picks up your plate and mug and places it on the little table beside the bed.

"satoru, what are you-," you're interrupted as he swiftly pulls you into his lap, your back flush against his chest. confused, he hands you the book on the side table while he picks up a stack of reports. he opens them and starts reading, while you look at him in confusion. he apprehensively pauses and looks at you. "we don't get to have a lot of quiet time like this," he hesitantly explains, "so i thought we could just do something with each other, even if it's just reading. i have to read these reports and you wanted to finish that book anyway, so i thought we could start like this." he smiles down at you, and it's like he shoots warmth straight into your chest and fans it out to the tips of your fingers, toes, and eyelashes. you ghost his cheek with a kiss and burrow into his chest. "of course, 'toru. this is absolutely perfect." you feel his chest skip a beat through your skin, and try to hid your smile. you open your book while he resumes his reports, and bask in the comfort of shared love.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Moe Moe Mallekei Kyun~

In which Malleus and Cater go to a maid café, and shenanigans ensue.

... I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time.

***Warning: mild spoilers for Malleus’s PE Uniform personal story!***

Imagine this...

“Lilia-sama.”

Two bodyguards fell into line, saluting simultaneously to their vice dorm leader.

“We just finished combing through the prime gargoyle locations around campus,” Silver reported. “Unfortunately, there was no sight of Malleus-sama to be found. The accounts of the various students we interviewed also corroborate that the Young Master has not recently been spotted in the area.”

“I see. Thank you, Silver.” Lilia sighed, cupping his cheek in one hand. “Hm, this is a bit odd. Wherever could he have wandered off to this time?”

At that moment, a ping! sounded off. Lilia fished his phone out of his pocket and, with one glance at the screen, his expression softened.

“You don’t suppose some dastardly villain has… kidnapped the Young Master and is holding him for ransom, do you?!” Sebek’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull at the thought. “If that is the case… THEN WE HAVE FAILED AS MALLEUS-SAMA’S KNIGHTS!!”

“Now, now--let’s not jump to conclusions. Even if that were true, I’m certain that Malleus would be able to easily fend off assailants on his own. Perhaps he has simply lost his way, or headed off campus to run an errand.”

“... Without warning us in advance?”

“I would have happily accompanied the Young Master wherever he went--EVEN TO THE ENDS OF TWISTED WONDERLAND ITSELF!!”

“Kufufu. Malleus is still young at heart. Let us allow him this moment of independence, just this once. He will find his way home eventually.”

“Welcome home, my masters!!”

Malleus skidded to a stop in the doorway—for beyond it laid unknown territory. The interior sported cream walls, with fairy lights, streamers, and paper flowers strung up. A number of tables and chairs, populated with people, were set against flowing white curtains.

Young ladies flitted about, balancing trays of food and drinks, cameras, and microphones. Each wore the same outfit, consisting of a frilly headdress, an apron, and a black dress with lace trim and ribbons.

And now, one of those uniformed girls extended a hand to him and a warm, welcoming smile.

Malleus frowned and turned to the orange haired young man beside him. “... Diamond. What is this strange establishment you’ve brought me to?”

“Mm? It’s a maid café,” Cater chirped, glancing up from his phone. “You said you’ve never been before, right?”

“Well, yes… However, when you invited me to join you for an outing, I did not expect this to be our destination.”

“It’ll be fine~ We’re already here, so let’s get seated!” Cater insisted cheerily, ushering the fae through the door. 

“Right this way, my masters!” The greeter giggled and led the way, eventually stopping at a vacant table set for two. As the duo slipped into their seats, she handed them menus and moistened towels. “We have a wide selection of special services and delicious dishes for your enjoyment!”

Malleus hesitantly flipped open the (very pink) menu and ran his eyes down the page of available items. Along with the expected offerings of desserts, savory foods, and beverages were odd listings: massage, ear cleaning, karaoke, game, arts and crafts, picture, spoon feeding, live song and dance...

He stared quizzically at Cater, who seemed to be taking everything in stride.

“I’ll take a plate of omurice! How about you, Malleus-kun?”

He stared back at his menu, trying to make rhyme or reason of the unique names. What in the Great Seven was a Pyon ❤ Pyon Sunshine Bar…? Or a Lucky☆Happy☆Cookie? Malleus’s brows furrowed in both concentration and confusion.

“I… I shall have the local specialty, whatever that may be,” the fae prince declared at last.

“Excellent choices! And would you like a bunny, or a kitty?”

“You hand out animals at this eating establishment? Is that not a health code violation?”

“Aaah, Malleus-kun, she doesn’t mean real rabbits and cats. Look--you’ll see when she brings them, okay?” Cater laughed awkwardly. Then, turning to the waitress, he held up his index finger. “One of each, little lady~”

“Of course!” She scribbled down a few words on her heart shaped notepad before prancing off.

“... Diamond. Are you certain this is the fabled maid café of which you spoke of?” Malleus asked, folding his arms. “I find it difficult to believe that every patron here is descended from a high class lineage. Furthermore, the servers are wearing attire entirely unlike that of a traditional household servant.”

Cater blinked once, twice—then chuckled.

“Maid cafés are like normal cafés. Anyone can go to them to play pretend and chill for a while! The difference is that the waitresses are dressed cutely and offer fun services. Singing, dancing, playing games—that kinda thing!”

“I do not understand.” Malleus swept a hand at their surroundings. “The purpose of this establishment is merely for… amusement?”

“Yup! People get tired of the daily grind sometimes, so they go to places like this to see cute stuff and just take a load off.”

“I… I see.” Malleus tucked his thumb and forefinger under his chin. “We do not have anything like your maid cafes in the Valley of Thorns.”

“You don’t? What sort of things do you do back home for fun, then?”

“I was not allowed to venture far from the palace grounds. Most of my time was spent indoors, studying spells or honing my magical abilities.”

Cater inclined his head. “Oooh, right! Because you’re a prince and all, you weren’t able to do much—but hey! Things are different now! You’ve got Cay-kun to show you a good time!”

“Ah, yes. A ‘good time’...” Malleus attempted at a smile, which came out more wary than he had intended.

“Thank you for waiting!” a girlish voice chirped—their waitress had returned, wearing a tray of food in one hand and two headbands in the other. “Here is your omurice and Nyan ✨ Nyan ✨ Kitty-chan Parfait, plus one pair of kitty ears and one pair of bunny ears!”

She handed Cater his dish—a bed of ketchup flavored fried rice, sealed by a wobbling omelet and garnished with a sprig of parsley.

“Mm! Smells delicious. Thanks a bunch~” Cater grinned, winking at his server.

The maid giggled and placed Malleus’s dessert before him, along with the headbands.

“Would you like me to draw or write something special for you on your meal, master?” she asked, gesturing to Cater’s omurice.

“Sure thing! Could you write ‘Mallekei’? Oh, and a couple of hearts would be cute, too!”

“As you wish!”

As the maid set to work, Malleus marveled at the sight of his parfait.

Colorful scoops of ice-cream, granola, and sliced fruits were layered inside of a tall glass cup. A generous crown of whipped cream and a drizzle of strawberry sauce topped it off. Sticking out from the whipped cream were two wafer triangles and dots of chocolate candies, forming a cat-like face.

How adorable.

… But not adorable enough to be spared.

“Thank you for the food.” The fae raised his spoon to demolish the poor parfait kitten—

“Stop, stop, Malleus-kun!!” Cater cried, frantically waving his arms. “N-Not yet!!”

Malleus lowered his spoon with a frown. “Food is meant to be consumed, Diamond. Is there an issue you have with my table etiquette?”

“Well—no, but…” Cater played with a lock of his orange hair and sighed. “There’s certain rituals we need to do first!”

“Rituals? Oh, my apologies. I was not aware. Please proceed with your regularly scheduled… rituals.”

“Ahaha, you’re a quick learner! First thing’s first, let’s put on our headbands!” Cater swept up the cat ears and passed them over. “Here, to match your parfait! I’ll take the rabbit.”

Malleus gingerly nestled the cat ears on his head, copying Cater’s movements. It was a bit tricky maneuvering around his horns, but somehow, he managed.

“Oh!! Those ears suit you so well!” the waitress said, glancing up from decorating the omurice. Carefully placed splotches of ketchup spelled out ‘Mallekei’, hearts and little sparkles littering the space around the boys’ combined names.

“... Do they?” Malleus doubted it.

“They do!!” Cater reassured him with a laugh. “Ne, ne, miss! Can you take our picture so my friend here can have a souvenir to take home with him?” 

“Certainly!” She replaced the bottle of ketchup and hurried off, returning shortly after with a polaroid camera. “Are you ready, my masters?”

“Ready, Malleus-kun?”

“Hmph. Of course. I will have you know that my posing abilities have improved considerably since our last encounter. Do not underestimate me.”

“Oh, that’s great! You’ve been practicing! Then… on the count of three, we nyah, okay?”

“... What is ‘nyah’?” Malleus inquired, his confidence suddenly waning.

“Eh?” A blip of surprise crossed Cater’s face. “Like, y’know… nyah!”

The influencer curled both of his hands into balls and made a pawing motion at his friend. “Now you try!”

“Like this?” Malleus mimicked him. He was more stiff—definitely not as practiced—but the general motion was still recognizable.

“Very good, master!!” the waitress gushed, raising the polaroid up. “On three?”

“1, 2, 3… Nyah!”

A flash went off, sending stars into Malleus’s vision. As he rubbed the daze out of his eyes, Cater’s voice called out to him.

“Are you okay there?”

“I am well. There is no need for your concern,” the fae insisted. “This ritual… it is more confounding that I took it to be.”

“Eeeh? It’s not meant to be hard or anything. Just relax, relax!” Cater paused before adding, “It’s part of the ritual’s requirements! You need to be nice and loose for the last step!”

“What is this last step?”

“We need to cast a magic spell to make your food taste extra tasty!” the waitress declared cheerily.

“Hoh?” A smirk found its way onto Malleus’s face. “That can easily be arranged. Allow me to do the honors.”

He put his hand before his parfait, an eerie green glow emulating from his palm. The sinister light engulfed his dish and Cater’s, sending them floating midair. Radioactive ice-cream and omurice hovered above their heads, causing both Cater and their maid to recoil in shock.

Other customers stared at the spectacle from their own tables. One man’s jaw dropped, the forkful of spaghetti bolognese in his mouth clattering onto the floor.

“You, who provides sustenance to the masses, become that which is delici—“

“H-Hold on a sec, Malleus-kun!!” Cater practically leapt over the table to seize his friend’s glowing hand. “Not that kind of spell!!”

Eyes wide with surprise, Malleus allowed his magic to settle down. The parfait and omurice gently floated back onto their table, and the maid sighed with relief.

“Is there a different spell needed for this occasion? I assure you that I am well-versed in practical magic—you need only speak its name, and I can conjure the proper…”

“No, no! It’s—“ Cater casted a look at their server and nervously chuckled. “Ne, Maid-chan~ Think you can give us a demonstration of the right spell?”

“Yes, master!” the girl, ever professional, flashed a perky grin. “Please watch carefully!!”

The maid set down her polaroid on the table. She then arched her fingers into C-like shapes, thumb extended straight. Pushing her hands together, she formed a heart and aimed it in the direction of the boy’s dishes.

“Moe moe kyuuuuuun!”

“What an odd spell. In all my years, I have never heard of such an enchantment…”

“Well, there’s a first for everything, right?” Cater flicked one of his floppy rabbit ears. “Plus, it should be no problem for the great Malleus-sama to pull off this spell, right?”

“This is child’s play,” Malleus’s laugh was like the earth itself rumbling. His lips quirked into a small smile. “You will join me in performing this sacred ritual, will you not, Diamond?”

“Of course~”

“Very well.”

They made hearts and thrust them upon their meals. And together, they uttered those three magic words.

“Moe moe kyuuuuun!!”

“Welcome back, Malleus,” Lilia greeted. The vice dorm leader nonchalantly hung from the ceiling, his raven and magenta bangs suspended midair. “Did you have fun on your outing?”

“Lilia. You knew?” Malleus slowly shut the door behind him, chasing away the cool air of the night. He spoke softly, knowing that sounds carried in the dusty hallways of Diasomnia and could disturb its residents.

“The wonders of modern technology,” Lilia trilled, expertly landing beside his young master. He brandished his phone in a gloved hand, a text message displayed on the screen.

hey hey lilia-chan! gonna steal malmal-kun for the day~ he’ll be back later, but do me a solid and keep it a secret from s&s til then, ‘kay? thnx!! (✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡

“It looks as though I have been exposed.”

“There is no shame in making new friends. In fact, I’m proud of you for expanding your horizons.” Lilia beamed. “Though what a shame it is that I was not present to grab a few pictures. Hopefully Cater fulfilled that task for me.”

The ancient fae tilted forward in his toes and peered up at his prince. “Soooo? Where did you sneak off to?”

“Fufu. Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“My. Is that any way to treat the man that kept Silver and Sebek from hunting you down?” Lilia teased, wagging a finger.

“Such loyalty,” Malleus smirked, hands on his hips, “deserves to be rewarded.”

He produced a polaroid photograph from his breast pocket and presented it with a flourish. The image, forever captured in time, was that of Malleus and Cater—the former with cat ears, the latter with bunny ears—with hands balled to resemble paws. Cater cheekily winked, while Malleus looked slightly bewildered.

The edges of the polaroid were dotted with stickers—smiley faces, flowers, and hearts. Marker had been used to scrawl on whiskers and blushes over both boys’ cheeks.

Overall, cutesy—overwhelming so.

But the Malleus and Cater in the picture were happy.

Their eyes shining like jewels.

Nyah-ing their hearts out.

[ms-indifferwnt]

I’m Cold

“I'm cold"

"And?"

"Can't you give me your jacket or something?"

"Can't you accept my proposal and marry me already?"

In which Prince Donghyuck's parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up

Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn

Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I'll add more if there are)

Notes: Chapter 4 of Im Cold. Sorry this one took longer, hope you guys enjoy

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

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Y/n sat, legs crossed by the ankles as she tries her best to avoid eye contact with the person infront of her, granted he was busy trying to sell his proposal to the Prince but the way he stared at her made Y/n uncomfortable and kept adjusting ho she sat in order to keep her mind of the man

Donghyuck noticed how uncomfortable she was, through out the conversation he had with the man across from him and Y/n he was inching closer to Y/n in order to shield her but the man would stare at any pretty thing that would pass them by and Donghyuck was absolutely disgusted, he placed a caring and affectionate hand on Y/n's knee to catch her attention and once their eyes meet he could already see how distressed she was, pulling away to unbutton his blazer and placed it on her legs

"Get out" The Prince says to the man with an obnoxious grin, his eyes serious and harsh, making the man stop and stare at the prince in shock "Didn't you hear me?"

"B-but" the man started to defend himself and the Prince sighs and crosses his arms

"If there's one thing I don't tolerate is when people like you treat women like some kind of prize, you've been doing it to every single thing that has two legs and a pulse since we got here and it's rude, doing it to my fiance is just down right disgusting, I don't tolerate that behavior in my kingdom nor in my presence so I'm going to say it again," He says in a calm tone yet it held authority "Get out, you've wasted our time enough"

Y/n watches as the man bows and leaves, "Thank you" she whispers

The Prince looks at her with a raised eyebrow and fixed his blazer that on her legs "Next time tell me" He replies calmly to soothe the girl's frightened gaze, The Prince could be scary if he wanted to and he didn't want to scare her more than she already is "I dragged you into this mess, let me protect you when you're scared"

She nods slowly "Y-you didn't have to kick him out-"

"Were you even listening to what he said?"

She shakes her head

"Me neither"

She looks at him "Sorry?"

"I stopped listening after the first sentence, I noticed he was eyeing a couple of waitresses and I noticed you were uncomfortable but you weren't saying anything, anyway, I paid more attention to you then whatever he said," He concludes and noticed she had her head down and he hums in an attempt to get her mind off it "We should eat lunch, anything you want in particular?"

"Anything is fine"

"No seriously? Seafood, Pasta, Chicken, Beef, Pork? Anything?"

"Whatever is ok, My Prince"

"Ok, next time I will not answer you if it isn't Donghyuck. Second," He cups her cheeks so she'll look at him "Right now you're my Fiance , so do me a favor and take advantage of me yeah?"

She blushes and looks down, nodding

"Words, love" he presses

"Yes, ok"

"Yes, ok, what?"

"um?" she looks up and into his eyes "Donghyuck?"

He nods "Good girl," he approves and smiles sweetly "So lunch? made up your mind yet?"

"Yes, um Seafood?"

"ooh, there's this really good restaurant Taeyong Hyung brought me too, I'll take you there"

"Just two more meetings," He informs and held her hand "And I promise I'll take you shopping"

"You really don't-" Y/n was cut off when she yelped in pain when the prince squeezed her hand, giving her a sweet yet warning smile she sighs and decided to get into character, making a mental note to scold the Prince "But- Its so boring, Please can we go now?"

Donghyuck looks at the man opposite them and smiles softly and apologetically "Love, just a little longer," she pouts and Donghyuck wanted to pinch her cheeks, granted he was the one who asked her be disagreeable so he can doesn't have to stay and attend this meeting, but he found her whining absolutely adorable that he might actually obey her if leaving was what she really wanted "ten minutes, then we go ok?"

She grins, Y/n and the Prince spoke about this while they ate lunch that he was not in the best mood after dealing with the man with an obnoxious grin and that he doesn't want to attend the meeting, so he developed a plan, managing to get the female to join his plan, "Alright"

After ten minutes as promised, the man bowed and apologized with the prince assuring him that it was alright and that they'll talk tomorrow

The Prince watched as the man leaves then beams at Y/n "life saver," he says and nods "I'll buy you anything you want" he promises and Y/n shakes her head "and before you decline, choose, you pick out something you like or I'll buy the whole store?"

She gasps and grabs his sleeve "Donghyuck!" she exclaimed in a scolding voice, like you would to a child but instead of the prince beibg offended or atleast shocked by the female's tone he grinned

"You," He looks at her happily "You called me by my name"

"No-"

"Yes you did! Say it again, come on Y/n"

"Your Highness-"

He clicks his tongue and raises his eyebrow "Come again?"

"Donghyuck"

He grins and nods "half an hour before the next meeting then shopping, ok?"

"We really don't have to"

"Well, true" He hums and orders two more hot chocolate "but its good publicity, people see me, the prince shopping with his fiance, you, and I'd get recognition and my The King and Queen would believe our love" he thanks the waiter and looks at her again, leaning in making the Prince's breath fan against hear cheek, voice quiet as he whispers "besides you need more clothes that will match with me"

"Prince Donghyuck?" A man calls from behind him and Y/n pulls away and looks to the side, a bit of pink coloring her cheeks at how they were caught

The Prince turns and smiles "Oh, you're early, please, have a seat" and the man obeyed "Can I get you anything?"

The mam shakes his head "No, thank you" His maroon suit standing out in the cafe, his whole persona made Y/n feel uneasy like something was wrong with him, she was on edge

The Prince smiles and nodded "You may start whenever you are ready"

"By putting this new building up it will give  us more chance to meet with people outside of the kingdom" He proposes and then looks at the Prince for approval who had his eyebrows furrowed at the man's words

"And where are you proposing we build that?" He asks

Y/n looks at the Prince as he spoke, something about his tone was off, and Y/n doesn't like it

"There's this plot of land that would be absolutely perfect for it," He takes his phone out and shows the Prince where it was planned "This spot would surely get a lot of attention"

Y/n's breath caught on to her throat, "That is a neighborhood" she says in disbelief, "Where would those people live? Where would they go?"

Donghyuck looks at her and tilts his head "Are you seriously planning on building that in a place were people live? where they have claimed as their home?" he glares at the man "Y/n how do you know this neighborhood?"

She looks at the Prince only to see him calmly yet dangerously looking at the man, like a predator would, The Prince was furious, "My Grandparents live there" She answers

The prince scoffs in disbelief "There are people there, Mr. Choi Samin. What do you propose we do to them? where will you put them?"

"Well I didn't really-" He started and The Prince cuts him off

"That's enough," He says and waves him off "Thank you for your time, you may leave now"

"But, my Prince-" He starts

"I'm sorry I think I didn't make my self clear, I no longer have any business with you," He declares "I have no business with someone who would do anything for money, even when it means making hundreds of families loose their homes? You don't deserve speaking to me, to my fiance or my family, get out"

Y/n flinches and looks at the Prince in fear, one thing was known about the Prince is that he was happy-go-lucky, playful and absolutely flirty but if there is one thing that every single person in the palace avoids it the Prince getting angry, granted he doesn't get angry often but when he does he's intimidating.

Y/n grabs the Prince by the sleeves holding in to it when he makes a move to stand, she doesn't understand where she developed the courage to do that, but she did and the Prince stopped looking at her with a harsh glare only to see her e/c colored eyes staring at him in fear, he takes a breath to calm himself down, taking the female's hand with his other one to pull it away from his sleeve and place it down to his hand, to hold it, protectively and carefully, locking their fingers together as he looks at the man

"well?" The Prince asks, he was still angry, but he was calmer, Y/n helped calm him down, his thumb rubbing softly against Y/n's skin "Leave"

The man stands and bows, leaving the two of them in the cafe, The prince looks at Y/n "You ok? I scared you didn't I?"

She shakes her head "I'm ok, thank you" he keeps on watching her as she spoke "I'm definitely ok, thankyou for not approving the proposal, I don't know what my grandparents would have done, oh and the children there, I'm thankful you declined but you didn't have to get angry at a public pace your reputation might-"

But did any of that get through to the Prince? No. He wasn't listening, actually he stopped listening, he got sidetracked by watching her speak and the way her hand moves while she tells him truths, speaking of hand, he looks down, the two of them still have hands interlocked and the rubbing of his thumb against her skin still hasn't stopped, Donghyuck's cheeks grow warm, was this not affecting her? "Y/n, stop your rambling," he comments and stands tugging her along by the hand making her stop "I wanna give you something, come on"

I’m cold Taglist:

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[thewinedarksea]

thief/assassin au pt 4

ft. (the mention of) handcuffs and a river. also liel’s flip-floppy emotions. mildly suggestive.

(part 1, part 2, part 3, part 3.5)

Sirens drifted through the air, faint from distance. There were at least five blocks between them and Liel but she walked faster nonetheless, gait casual as she strolled down the chill city streets. 

A cold wind skittered after her, slicing through her thin shirt; she’d been counting on a getaway car to provide warmth, so she was clad only in a pair of leggings and a top made for attraction and not practicality, her toes frozen inside the thin leather of her boots. Another gust of wind and she curved her shoulders inwards, tightening her grip around the hot chocolate cup in her hands. Warmth bled through the cheap cardboard and into her fingers, a mild protection against the temperature. It was the only thing keeping her going. 

Well. That, and the promise of getting revenge on Johann’s worthless hide ten times over. Liel was thinking a lifetime subscription to some truly awful porn mailing lists, maybe a stint in a minimum security prison depending on how long it took for her to get back to her hotel. Half a million in diamonds, ripe for the taking, and she’d had to abandon them all. Idiot kid. She didn’t know what street corner Emory had picked him off of, but he could damn well put him back. 

She stepped off the street and onto a bridge, blending with the horde of pedestrians making their way across. And there, propped up against the railing, her long black coat whipping in the wind, stood Celine. 

Despite the cold and the bustle of people flowing past her she looked unbothered, eyes on the river’s banks, just one of the many citizens taking a break from her everyday life to admire the view.

The sight of her sent a confusing tangle of emotions rushing through Liel: fear, always and ever-present, because she hadn’t survived ten odd years as a criminal without a healthy dose of being able to recognize a predator when she saw one, and wanting, too, sharp and immediate as a knife to the gut. More than both of those though was the annoyance, a matchstick flare that promised to ignite.  

Liel should walk away. She should go back to her hotel, drink a staggering amount of wine, and sink into the suite’s luxurious tub until the water washed away all the frustrations and disappointments of the afternoon. She should. But Liel had just had two weeks of planning go up in smoke thanks to a jumpy kid and an early guard patrol, and all that irritation was just begging for an outlet. Celine would do nicely.

She tossed her cup into a nearby trash can and wandered over, propping herself up on the railing, so close her arm brushed Celine’s sleeve. The river below was a chaotic swirl of dark water, shiny bits of aluminum and old coffee cups caught tumbling in its hold. On its banks the sidewalks teemed with life, awash with shoppers catching up on last minute holiday gifts. 

“I was going to complain about the cold, but I find I’m plenty warm just by being around you.” 

Celine didn’t so much as glance at her, her eyes fixed on one of the cafes lining the waterway. Liel squinted, trying to make out what she was looking at, but saw nothing besides some red striped umbrellas and a few customers enjoying a meal in the freezing cold. Masochists. 

“Because you’re from hell,” Liel elaborated. “Like a demon. Hellfire. It’s very amusing.” 

A faint smirk touched Celine’s lips, but that was the extent of her reaction. No teasing, no clever remarks. Not even an acknowledgement that the last time they’d seen each other Celine had had her hands around Liel’s neck, before they’d shifted to other, less mentionable places. 

The annoyance flared brighter the longer she ignored her. Liel wanted to draw a reaction, to claw some control from her perfect grip. Crack it, like she had the night of the party, Celine’s mouth on hers, gasping and half-breathless, teeth and tongue and sweet words that had spilled like a river from her lips.

Liel smiled up at her, batting her eyelashes in the way that normally made people fall all over themselves to give her what she wanted. 

“What’s a girl have to do to get some attention around here?”

“Try coming back when I’m not working.”

Okay, see, that was just rude. Liel had been working every time they’d crossed paths, but that hadn’t stopped Celine from fucking her over or just fucking her, period. It was called a double standard, and Liel had no intention of letting it get in her way. 

“Ooh, are you on a job?” She slid closer, pressing their sides flush together, and made a production of following Celine’s gaze back to the cafe. It didn’t take long for her to hone in on the trio sitting off to one side, their clothes worth far more than the cafe’s old facade warranted. The woman on the left was definitely packing a gun. 

“A hundred dollars says it’s the one in pink.” A shot in the dark, but it landed, Celine’s expression going even more carefully still. Liel pressed the advantage. “I could make some phone calls. I’m sure the police would be very interested in knowing someone hired an assassin to go after Miss Dior and Co. over there.” 

“And I could snap your neck right now and throw your body over the edge.” Celine’s voice was as cool and dangerous as ice. “But you wouldn’t make me do that, would you pet?”

The fear came back with a vengeance, her annoyance snuffed out beneath the douse of ice water sliding down her spine. It might have been a mistake antagonizing the girl who killed people for a living. A small, small mistake. 

“That does sound unpleasant,” Liel said as lightly as she could manage. “My neck is much prettier when it’s in one piece. Tell you what, I’ll just come back when you’re not working.” 

Celine’s hand lashed out, gloved fingers wrapping around Liel’s wrist as she moved to step away. 

“Oh no,” she said softly. “You said you wanted attention.” 

She was watching Liel now, cafe abandoned for more interesting prey. Her eyes slid over Liel’s body, noting the lack of a coat, the goosebumps littering the bare skin of her arms. Despite the chill Liel felt herself heat up, all too aware that the last time Celine had seen her it had been without a stitch of clothing. From the smug slant of her mouth she remembered it, too. 

“Poor thing. You’re shivering.” She tugged Liel in front of her, her head against her shoulder. Celine was unfairly warm despite the weather, warmth bleeding from her in far more pleasant ways than the hot chocolate had managed. Damage control, Liel reassured herself as she snuggled closer, allowing herself to melt into the heat. She had to protect her pretty neck, after all.

“And here I thought we were getting along so much better,” Celine murmured. Her breath ghosted against Liel’s ear, lips brushing skin with every word. “Threats don’t suit you.”

“Everything suits me,” Liel informed the sky because, honestly, she didn’t have much more to lose. It stared back, a pale, dispassionate gray that put her in mind of a blade. “Also, I’m angry at you.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Celine’s voice echoed in her ear as she wrapped an arm around Liel’s middle, drawing her ever closer. “Why so upset, sweetling? I thought our evening together went very well.”

“You tied me to a bed.” Liel’s legs struggled to hold up beneath the assault of Celine’s pet names, the scent of her rose perfume curling around her, light as a kiss.

“I did,” Celine agreed. “But I seem to recall that you begged me to do it. Quite prettily, too.”

Liel flushed all the way down, cheeks burning red. Memories stirred, flickers of Celine’s mouth on her neck, between her legs, biting at the skin of her thighs. She’d worn the bruises she left for a week, and the memory of them a hell of a lot longer.

“You didn’t untie me,” she said, fighting to keep her voice steady. One of the hotel staff had found her and boy had that been a particularly humiliating conversation to have. She’d been lucky the maid had proven sympathetic to her tale of a prank gone wrong. Luckier still that Celine hadn’t been cruel enough to call the police.

She could sense Celine’s smirk where it rested against the side of her head. “Consider it your punishment.” 

“For what?”

“You stole a drive from me when we first met.”

“That was three months ago!”  

A few heads turned in their direction at Liel’s cry, glancing away when they saw the two of them entwined. Liel made an effort to squirm out of Celine’s grip, swearing at the lack of give. Pettiness was her deal. It looked way cuter on her.

With an exasperated noise Celine crowded her forward against the rail, bending Liel over until Celine’s chin rested on the top of her head, her body pinned between metal and flesh with no easy method of escape.

“Stay still,” Celine chided. Her grip tightened until Liel subsided, slumping back against her. “That job cost me a lot of money, to say nothing of what it did to my reputation. You’re lucky all I did was tie you up.”

And threaten to kill her, and actually try to kill her. The list went on.

 “Can’t imagine how great your reputation is going to be if you get yourself caught throwing me off a bridge,” Liel muttered.

“Believe me, there are far more interesting things I would rather to do to you.” 

That sounded promising. Interesting typically required alive, which was a step up from a watery grave. Liel wriggled even further back, pressing herself into Celine until any distance between them was eaten up. 

“Elaborate on that?” she asked, sweet as she could manage. 

Across the river Celine’s target stood. Her pink dress, terribly impractical for the weather, swirled around her legs as the wind blew again, a bright streak against the dull pavement. At the motion Celine straightened, stepping away from Liel as quickly as she’d grabbed her. 

The frigid rush of air that crept into the space she left set Liel trembling all over again, colder now that she’d found protection and lost it. 

“Business calls,” Celine said, composed once more. God Liel hated her. “You have my room key?” 

And her bracelet, and half her credit cards. Liel hadn’t taken her gun, though, so honestly she should be heralded as a paragon of self-restraint. She didn’t bring that point up though. 

“I’m still cold.” Scared and pissed off, too, but she doubted she would care about that. 

Celine’s mouth twisted in amused exasperation, and then she stripped out of her coat, wrapping the garment around Liel’s shoulders like a shawl. The fabric was warm, the scent of her perfume clinging to the silky lining. 

“Be a good girl and wait for me in my room.” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Liel’s cheek. Her lipstick left behind a mark. “I’ll bring my handcuffs.”

“What if I say no?”

Celine paused in the middle of turning away, an eyebrow raising in mock surprise. “I thought you wanted me to elaborate. Although if you prefer the river, I will have to ask for my key back.” 

When Liel made no move to hand it over she smiled, teeth gleaming sharp in the sunlight. “It’s the Royal Suite. Don’t bother with clothes.”

[lovelive-updates]

Valentine Live Campaign Notice

Valentine’s season has arrived yet again for us and so, a Valentine’s campaign will be held as usual in SIF!

Various rewards can be obtained when you play enough lives during this limited period. Also pay attention to the Special Reward Boxes which will be easier to get than usual! ♪

Valentine’s Live Campaign

Just like last years valentine campaign, you will be able to get chocolate [LP1] that can be used to both recover LP and give to the idols in the campaign page in exchange of getting their special title.

The campaign page can be accessed from the home screen.

And in addition, the Valentine’s title from last year will come ack and can be found in the Seal Shop and in rare cases the Special Reward Box♪

Campaign Period:

Feb 5th 16:00 ~ Feb 15th 23:59 JST

[How to play]

• How to obtain Chocolate [LP1]

- The Chocolate [LP1] is required to participate in the campaign.

- Chocolate [LP1] can be otained from:    

     - Login Bonus          - Reward Box          - Special Reward Box

Play lots of lives to obtain Chocolate [LP1]!

��� Give chocolate [LP1] to the idols in the campaign page

If you give enough chocolates to each member you will get a new motion bg of each members room which is decorated with valentine’s decorations. * The obtained chocolate [LP1] will be removed after March 5th 15:00 JST when the campaign period ends * For other details, please check the in-game announcement.

Valentine’s Live Login Bonus

From Feb 5th until Feb 15th there will be up to 2 login bonus periods, and everyone who logs in during that time will recieve gifts like loveca stones ♪

Valentine Live Login Bonus 1st Round

Duration: Feb 6th ~ 10th

Day 1~4: 1 loveca stone & 2 Chocolate [LP1] daily

Valentine Live Login Bonus 2nd Round

Duration: Feb 11th ~ 15th

Day 1~4: 1 loveca stone & 2 Chocolate [LP1] daily

Valentine Live Campaign Scouting

■ Valentine Live Scouting ~ μ's~ 

This scouting box will include the following sets; February, Cafe Maid, Valentine, White Day, Magician and Witch

Duration: Feb 5th 16:00 ~ Feb 15th 23:59 JST

■ Valentine Live Scouting ~ Aqours~

This scouting box will include the following sets; Valentine’s v1, Circus, Wonderland, Valentine’s v2, Valentine’s v3 and Flower

Duration: Feb 5th 16:00 ~ Feb 15th 23:59 JST

Valentine’s Packs

■ Valentine Special Pack ~ μ’s ~

Duration: Feb 5th 16:00 ~ Feb 10th 15:59 JST

Price: 5,020 yen

Contents:

- UR-guaranteed Scouting Ticket (1) - SR+ Scouting Ticket - 22 Loveca Stone - [Bonus] 14 Loveca Stones - [Bonus] SR Support Scouting Ticket (2) - [Bonus] SR Hiroko Yamada (1) - [Bonus] SR Alpaca (1)

■ Valentine Special Pack ~ Aqours ~

Duration: Feb 10th 16:00 ~ Feb 15th 14:59 JST

Price: 5,020 yen

Contents:

- UR-guaranteed Scouting Ticket (1) - SR+ Scouting Ticket - 22 Loveca Stone - [Bonus] 14 Loveca Stones - [Bonus] SR Support Scouting Ticket (2) - [Bonus] SR Sato Yoko (1) - [Bonus] SR Shiitake (1)

2019 Happy Valentine’s Titles Return

The special Valentine’s titles from μ’s and Aqours will be available at the Seal Shop from Feb 5th 16:00 ~ 15th 23:59 JST and in addition, you can also get them from the Special Reward Box if you’re lucky!

* Those who already have obtained the titles from last year, cannot be aquired again. * Check the details in the Seal Shop

[mysticmagicalwriter]

Hello!! May I request how the RFA + V and searan would enjoy a rainy/stormy day with MC? I love your work by the way!!

Thank you! ( i don’t write for V and Saeran , im sorry! also I hate how short this game out 😢 )

Zen

In all honestly, he hates rainy weather

He can’t take his morning jog, and it makes him a little grumpy

And it’s never safe to ride a motorcycle in a storm

He tries to occupy himself the best way he can with you

Face masks, braiding each other’s hair, asking you to teach him how to cook, you name it

As much as he hates rain, he sure does love spending time with you,

Lose sum, ya win sum

Jumin

Takes a day off of work

Maybe even groom Elizabeth 3rd’s fur

He’d love to read to you, and with that deep voice it would be heaven for you

Makes one of the maids (who was unlucky enough not to have a day off) to make you both some hot cocoa, even though he isn’t one for sweets, he love to share some chocolate and marshmallows

Jaehee

Who would want to go to a cafe when it’s pouring outside?

On rainy days, business was slow, so you both would take it upon yourselves to tidy up the place

If you guys were stuck at home, she would sleep in

It’s not often that Jaehee gets to catch up on sleep, and the sound of rain relaxes her

So yeah, she takes advantage of “bad weather”

Yoosung

The connection sucks booty when it’s raining

So he can’t play lolol 😔

Lucky for you, he’s really cuddly when he’s not embarrassed!

He can be the big spoon when he wants to, but prefers being the smol one

Would actually try to study during a storm, but nah

707

Like Yoosung, the connection starts buffering during a storm, so they prefer to just leave it alone

They like to open up the windows, and watch the rain pour outside

They love to hold you tight, wrap you both in a cotton blanket and maybe watch some movies

Very sweet

[peaches-of-1]

Hotel Valentine

Kihyun x Reader

Summary: You are the lucky winner of a Valentine’s Day Date with your Monsta X bias. On the 14th you and Kihyun spend the whole day in a luxurious hotel room where you make the best memories.

Do not repost without permission or claim as your own! Please do not remove caption or my tiny peach!

You dressed up in your cutest outfit and walked to the nearby cafe to sit and wait. Then you got a text that the car was outside. It’d be dark red according to the message. Your stomach was in knots as you got into the back seat and checked your makeup. You had done more than usual since it was Valentine’s Day and you were meeting an idol for a date. It had been because of the silent auction for a day with your Monsta X bias.

Would he be mad that you weren’t what he expected you’d be? Not a perfect Korean girl? You did your best to remind yourself to breathe as you played with your bracelet. Then you were walked into the hotel and got into a private elevator with whoever was in the front seat. A manager probably. He was a bit shorter than you and had a kind smile. His muscles made his shirt quite tight.

After he knocked on the door, there was a short exchange before he left and told you to have fun. A few seconds later, Kihyun answered in a bathrobe and quickly pulled you in before locking the door behind him. He was glad to see you. The word “Hi.” barely got out of your mouth before he started to kiss it.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“You said you wanted the boyfriend experience and that kissing was ok. Or did I read it wrong?”

You put your arms up in front of you, “No. No. That’s what I said, but I didn’t think you’d actually… and so soon after I...hi.” You bowed to him and spoke formally.

“You’re my lover. Formal language isn’t needed.”

“Are...you sure?”

He nodded and tousled his pink hair, “100%. Take a look around. There’s a surprise for you in the bathroom. I hope it fits. I’ll be on the couch.”

The room was amazing and so large! Definitely a Lovers’ Suite. You went to the bathroom to see what he was talking about. He said that he hoped it fit. You had given them a clothing size a few sizes bigger because you liked big things. Hopefully whatever it was looked nice on your body. You smiled because you really wanted to impress Kihyun, and he seemed to have accepted his role right away. Even kissed you.

He wasn’t repulsed by you and you couldn’t help but grin. You saw a pile of red silk folded on the counter. As you lifted it up, you realized it was a pair of red pajamas. A top and pants that were the softest things you ever felt. So that’s why you were asked to bring a tank top. You put both of them on and then put on a white bathrobe over it.

Looking yourself in the mirror, you said, “Stop freaking out and enjoy this. You get to spend the day with Kihyun. Have fun.” You nodded and left the bathroom.

The boy with pink hair smiled at you, “Did it fit?”

“Y-Yeah. It did. Thank you.”

“That’s great! We gotta take some pictures throughout the day so that you can take them home, but we can do that after we eat. You came hungry, right?”

You smiled, “Yes! I mean, yea, I did...oppa?” You tried out the word on him to see how he would take it.

His grin got bigger, “That’s right. I’m your oppa, and I’m gonna order us some food. Anything you want, jagi.”

Even though you weren’t sure what you wanted, you could always go for a good pizza or something fried. Maybe some noodles. You wanted to apologize for your tastes being childish, but he said it was very cute of you and got on his phone to place the order. His smile was dazzling.

“Do you wanna watch a movie while we wait or while we eat? I wanna be the perfect boyfriend, so tell me what you want, and I’ll get it done.” He held your hands. “Don’t be nervous, alright?”

You nodded, “Ok. Um...I um. We don’t have to do it right now, but I really wanna watch The Princess Bride with you. I usually watch it alone on Valentine’s Day since I’m usually alone on...Valen...tine’s ...Day, but yeah.” You looked down and told yourself you sounded dumb.

He lifted your chin up and kissed your lips, “Sounds perfect. We can do that once the food is here. For now, I brought bubbles for us to blow off the balcony. It’s sunny out today, so I think it’d be fun. What do you think?”

“Sounds fun!” You said.

Kihyun took your hand and off to the private balcony where some bubble solution was set up. There was an automatic bubble blower that he turned on and then handed you a wand shaped like several hearts. Then he got one that was just a single heart and blew into it. This was a great way to break the ice because of the way the light danced off the iridescent spheres that bounced and floated in the air.

He took a picture of you as you blew bubbles off the edge. You turned to him and smiled genuinely for the first time. No nerves, just happy to be with him. Then you couldn’t help but blush, the heat in your cheeks rising and loss of eye contact. He touched your cheek.

The idol then took you back inside and had you take off your robe so that he could see you in the red silk pajamas. He did the same and then set up the camera on a tripod.

“Let me just put this on a timer, and then I’ll sit next to you. Ok?”

“Ok. Should I smile or?”

He looked at you, “Just act casual. Maybe a pout?”

You nodded and then did a casual pose, pulling one of your legs up to rest your elbow on while your head rested in the palm of your hand. The pout was playful, and your left hand was on the ground next to you. Kihyun sat on your left giving a goofy smile. Your hands were so close together. The nerves came back, so you pulled your hand into your lap. It made the pink haired idol lean over a bit towards you as the camera flashed.

After the flash, his head was on top of your hand...in your lap.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” You said. “I didn’t mean to--”

He just laughed, “You’re so cute, (Y/N).”

There was a knock at the front door, “Delivery!”

“One minute!” Kihyun stood and helped you up. “I’ll get the food. Start the movie, jagiya?”

You nodded, “Alright,” and he kissed your cheek.

As you made it to the couch, you put brought your robe with you but didn’t put it back on. You searched the streaming service that was pulled up, and found The Princess Bride. Then you sat and waited on the ornate couch after grabbing napkins and chopsticks. It was just so beautiful. There was no way in any hell that you’d be able to afford this place on your own. Was it too lame to be eating junk food in such an upscale hotel?

The smell of oily goodness reached your nose. Too late to get anything else now. Maybe dinner would be more sophisticated. Two large pizzas were set down onto the coffee table. Bags of takeout and soda were placed next to it. You helped him set everything up, and he said he wanted to take a picture with his phone of the spread.

“I rarely get to eat like this, so I wanna remember it.” He said and then poured you both champagne glasses full of carbonated sugar.

One pizza was round and had his favorite toppings on it while the other had cheese filled crust and your favorite toppings on it. This one was also shaped like a heart.

You chuckled, “That’s really cute, Kihyun oppa.”

“Glad you like it. Eat as much as you want.”

“Let’s dig in!”

The movie was just as good as you remembered. It felt better watching it when you weren’t alone with your face covered in 50% off chocolates and random takeout in your fuzzy pajamas. You were still in pajamas and eating takeout...however, it was with your Monsta X bias in silk and you were happy.

Kihyun seemed to enjoy the movie as well as his eyes were glued to the screen. He yawned and put his arm around you. Glancing at him, you could tell it wasn’t an accident. Boy was a dork, but he was a cute dork. You had love him as a fan before. But part of you believed yourself to be falling for him in this moment. You shook your head and chomped down another slice of pizza. There was no use falling for an idol. It’s not like you’d be a thing anyways.

This was just extra fanservice. You just happened to be the lucky fan.

“What’s an R...R.O.U.S.S?”

“Keep watching. You’ll find out.” You said.

He nodded and took a sip of his drink, nearly spitting it out when Westly got jumped by one of the Rodents of Unusual Size. You were spooked for a moment and then started to burst out laughing and even had to pause the video.

“What the fuck was that?” He giggled. “He just...it just...jumped. What?”

You couldn’t even reply because you were laughing so hard. It wasn’t until you saw Kihyun’s eyes on you and a small smile smirk on his lips that you settled down because he was just so cute! He kissed your cheek.

“Your laugh is so cute, but seriously. What was that?”  He laughed. “Ok, ok. Let’s continue.”

Soon enough the movie was over. Kihyun then got one of the hotel maids to clean up your empty boxes and containers while he decided that he would sing to you.

“Song. Me? Why?” You asked. “I mean, it’s a dream come true because your voice is for the gods, but you really don’t have to.”

He pulled you along to the closet room where a stool was set up, “But oppa wants to.”

“Ok, Oppa~” You replied and sat on the stool.

He began to sing “Gold” by Hyomin, and boy did he sound beautiful. The way his voice was made, was blessed. Oof. You just felt like you were gonna cry. It felt as though he meant every word that he sang to you.

“How can love be like this? I’m always touched. You became a new light of my insecure life.” He smiled through you.

A bittersweet thought crossed your mind. Even if you did love him, he would never love you more than he loved to sing. For most people that would be a sad though, but it made you happy. You’d rather him sing and do what he loved for the rest of his life than ever be with anyone, even if it was you he was with. Gosh, you were being so silly.

Kihyun grabbed your hand, “You me so. You make me so my heart can, my heart can show. You make me, you make me Gold.” He kissed the back of it. “Happy Valentine’s Day, (Y/N).”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Kihyun-ie.”

The two of you went to the bedroom and he climbed under the covers and lifted them over his head, “Come on.”

You were frozen on the edge, part of you wanting to go but also sort of afraid that you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“We’ll just cuddle and talk. You’ll be little spoon, ok, jagi?”

You nodded because you were nervous but excited and he reached his hand out towards you, helping you on. Then the two of you laid down face to face. He was so close. How many people had been this close to him before? You smiled with a chuckle.

“What’s with the laugh?”

“I just feel so lucky to spend the day with you. Thanks, Kihyun.”

He smiled, “You’re welcome. Any questions you wanna ask?”

“Is it ok?”

Kihyun nodded, so you asked him everything you had ever wondered. From certain concerts to his favorite memories. Embarrassing moments on stage. Things like that, things your inner fangirl wanted to know. Things you were curious about. He answered each of them with jokes and patience, seeming like he was really interested in your questions.

“One more question before we get ready for dinner, ok?”

“Ummm, are you having fun? I know this is just part of your job, like you had to do it because I picked you but are you having a good time too?” You didn’t wanna be the only one having the time of your life.

He chuckled, showing off his teeth, and smoothed your hair, “I am having lots of fun. The other guys are doing three different photo shoots today while I get to just be with you. You’re a good fan. You respect my boundaries and haven’t made me do anything uncomfortable. That was my worst fear when this thing started, but I’m glad it was you, (Y/N).” Kihyun kissed your forehead. “Jagiya.”

Then it was time for dinner. Fancy clothes time. You were taken to another room where you were given a very fancy baby pink dress to put on. It took you awhile to realize it was your size and that it was for you, so you went a good 3 minutes just staring at it.

“You can put it on.” The woman from earlier said. “I’ll be right out here if you need help.

Once the dress was on, you got help to zip it up and got a few sparkling pins put into your hair. Then you were taken through the hallways to the elevator. It headed to the top floor. You asked the woman what this was all about when you noticed the two bodyguards getting on with you. In reply, she smiled and said it was just a safety precaution. Then you remembered who he was.

Kihyun was an idol. Fangirls and stalkers of all types were always trying to get close to him to either take pictures of him or interact with him in some way. He was special. You were connected with him if only for a day, so you had to be protected too. For a few hours, it was just like you two were best friends or even a couple. And now it was back to reality.

You nervously rubbed your beaded sleeves until the elevator went ding! And the guards went out first. After a count of 30, it was all clear and you were allowed into a beautiful room. It was empty except a small band and a table with a golden candelabra in the middle of a table. Kihyun was scratcing his head in a beautiful suit when he looked up and saw you walking towards him.

The look on his face was of shock, so you asked, “How do I look, oppa?”

“You...you look breathtaking, (Y/N)...jagiya.” He laughed nervously and then cleared his throat.

Kihyun pulled out the chair for you to sit on. You sat and he pushed you in before sitting in his own chair. Two plates were put in front of you. It was some expensive looking sushi. What made it look expensive? The gold. Yep. the sushi was wrapped in gold.

“Can I eat this?” You said with wide eyes. “Like, I can actually eat this and like it’s edible. This is food that I’m allowed to actually put in my mouth, chew, and swallow?”

He laughed, “Of course it is, jagi.”

“You’re too kind, I could ne--”

Kihyun took a piece and held it up to your mouth, “Say ahhh~”

“Ahhh.” You said.

When the sushi was in your mouth, it burst with flavor. You couldn’t believe this! You were eating golden sushi. Actually, it seemed like all the food had golden flecks here and there. He said that it was because a person with a golden heart deserved a golden meal. Yoo Kihyun was a secret prince or something. There was no way he was just an idol.

The way he smiled was more charming than any human you’ve ever seen. It was so much fun eating with him. You were able to tell stories and he started asking you questions about your hometown and things of that nature. Did you have pets?  Siblings? Something you’ve always wanted to do but never got the chance. Fears? Hopes? He was so interested in learning about you. It made your heart flutter a million times over.

Then desert came in the form of two golden chocolate balls. You tilted your head.

“Hands in your lap, please.” The waiter said after you took a quick photo of the glittering orb.

He poured some hot melted caramel toffee type of thing on top of the sphere and it melted down to reveal ice cream with raspberries on top. It looked so tasty, and you couldn’t wait to eat it. He did the same to Kihyun’s orb and then told you to two to dig in. It sparkled in the caramel.

Then when you did get to dig into the ice cream, it was delicious.

“Mmmmm!!!” You two said in unison.

“So good!” You praised the meal.

Kihyun smiled in your direction, “Not as sweet as you, jagiya~”

You laughed, “You’re beautiful inside and out, oppa.”

The tips of his ears and his cheeks started to get red, and he began to laugh nervously. Was he really getting embarrassed in front of you? He was really cute.

“I really like the way you call me oppa, (Y/N).”

You smiled and ate a berry, “This is the only time you’ll ever hear me saying it, so I guess I should say it more...oppa.”

He laughed and ate more. It was late after you changed back into your regular clothing, so Kihyun said he’d get a car to drive you home. There was also a gift bag with the pictures and pajamas in there.

“Thank you for such an amazing night, oppa.”

“Thank you for such an amazing day, jagiya.” He said and kissed your forehead.

Then you and the manager with two guards and the manager from earlier. He waved at you until the elevator doors closed.

[erahsae-ffxiv]

FFXIV RP Events for the Week of 2019.01.28

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Monday - 1/28/2019

6:00 PM to 8:00 PM EST - Lucky Sparrow Entertainment Troupe - [Balmung] Lavender Beds Ward 16, Plot 36

7:00 PM to 10:00 PM EST - Den of Desire - [Balmung] Goblet Ward 4 Plot 51

7:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Reverie Lounge and Restaurant - [Mateus] Goblet Ward 8 Plot 60

9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Blitzball Lessons! - [Balmung] Shirogane Ward 5 Subdivision northern beach

9:00 PM to 1:00 AM EST - Ishgardian Jousting Tournament - [Balmung] Camp Dragonhead, Coerthas Central Highlands

9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Lominsan Fight Club - [Balmung] Lominsan Lominsa Lower Decks (x9, y15)

Tuesday - 1/29/2019

3:00 PM to 6:00 PM EST - Wayward Star Bar - [Balmung] Mist Ward 6, Plot 1

3:00 PM to 6:00 PM EST - Fiera's Elixirium - [Zalera] Lavender Beds, Ward 5, Plot 44

6:00 PM to 8:00 PM EST - Sleepy Sheep Tavern - [Balmung] Lavender Beds, Ward 10 Plot 58

7:00 PM to 9:00 PM EST - Crimson Iris Lounge - [Balmung] Shirogane Ward 14,Plot 18

8:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Keeper's Kiss Open Showcase - [Balmung] Mists : Ward 11, Plot 5

8:00 PM to 10:00 PM EST - Menphina's Bosom - [Balmung] Lavender Beds, Ward 17 Plot 27

11:00 PM to 1:00 AM EST - Lust Maid Cafe - [Hyperion] Lavender Beds, Ward 15, Plot 36

Wednesday - 1/30/2019

9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Soul of the Dragon Restaurant - [Balmung] Shirogane Ward 9 Plot 37

9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - The Burly Barnacle - [Balmung] Goblet Ward 12 Plot 33

9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Bounty Night - [Coeurl] Shirogane Ward 11, Plot 58

10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Sinking Anchor - Viking Nights - [Balmung] Goblet, ward 13, plot 6

10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Steppe's Up open Tavern - [Balmung] Lavendar Beds, Ward 15 Plot 21

11:00 PM to 1:00 AM EST - Siren Song Tavern - [Balmung] Mist, Plot 20, Ward 16

Thursday - 1/31/2019

7:00 PM to 10:00 PM EST - Lotus Thavnarian Cuisine - [Mateus] The Goblet Ward 17 Plot 30

8:00 PM to 10:00 PM EST - Cashmere Room - [Balmung] Lavender Beds Ward 15 Plot 36

9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Sticky Pickle Tavern - [Balmung] Shirogane Ward 14 Plot 9

10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Epoch Tavern - [Balmung] Mists 11 Plot 2

10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Senpai's Bar - [Balmung] Lavander Beds Plot 23 Ward 7

10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Velvet Rose Lodge Open Bar - [Balmung] Lavender Beds, Ward 18, Plot 28

10:30 PM to 1:30 AM EST - Uranami Onsen Social Hour - [Mateus] Mist Ward 15, Plot 5

Friday - 2/1/2019

3:00 PM to 6:00 PM EST - Fiera's Elixirium - [Zalera] Lavender Beds, Ward 5, Plot 44

8:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Magitek Princess Restaurant and Arcade - [Balmung] Goblet Ward 3, Plot 34

8:00 PM to 10:30 PM EST - The Pleasure Dome - [Balmung] Goblet Ward 2 Plot 30

8:30 PM to 11:30 PM EST - The Captain's Cabin Tavern - [Balmung] Goblet Ward 12, Plot 28

9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Bar Saisei Open Nights - [Balmung] Shirogane Ward 9, Plot 38

9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Lust Maid Cafe - [Hyperion] Lavender Beds, Ward 15, Plot 36

10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Faceless Tavern & Open Mic - [Balmung] Goblet Ward 2 Plot 18

10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Spellguard Tourney - [Balmung] Mist Ward 6, Seagaze Markets

Saturday - 2/2/2019

4:00 PM to 7:00 PM EST - Drunken Moogle Open RP - [Balmung] Lavender Beds, Ward 12, Plot 33

6:30 PM to 10:00 PM EST - Mandragora Munchies - [Balmung] Goblet Ward 9, Plot 57

7:00 PM to 10:00 PM EST - Hot Chocolate - [Balmung] Lavender Beds, Ward 15, Plot 36

8:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Heated Hearth Open Tavern - [Balmung] Goblet, Ward 6, Plot 35

9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Je T'aime - 4 Plays about love - [Balmung] Mists Ward 7 Plot 15

10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Grindstone Tournament - [Balmung] Cen. Thanalan (21, 25)

Sunday - 2/3/2019

2:00 PM to 4:00 PM EST - Coerthan Farm Stand - [Balmung] Foundation (12, 10)

4:00 PM to 6:00 PM EST - Dewdrop Inn & Tavern - [Balmung] Mists Ward 1, Plot 24

8:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Spellstone Tournament - [Balmung] Fesca's Wash, Central Thanalan

11:00 PM to 1:00 AM EST - Lust Maid Cafe - [Hyperion] Lavender Beds, Ward 15, Plot 36

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[luckychocolatemaidcafe]

:*:.｡.:.* Maid-Neuling Nr. 8 *.:.｡.:*: Natürlich ist auch unsere <3 Laila <3 bereit für unser Café und wollte euch auch mal „Ohayou“ sagen. o(^◇^)o "Hallooo hier ist eure Maid <3 Laila <3! Ich bin froh, mich als neue Maid im Lucky Chocolate Maid Cafe vorstellen zu dürfen. Zu meinen Hobbies gehören singen und Klavier spielen und ich freue mich euch mit den anderen Maids unterhalten zu können~! In meiner Freizeit gucke ich auch gerne Anime und vor allem die Filme von Ghibli, wobei das wandelnde Schloss zu meinen absoluten Lieblingsfilmen gehört. Anders als die meisten mag ich nicht so gerne Süßigkeiten, aber dafür Pizza um so mehr! ೭੧(❛▿❛✿)੭೨ Meine Maidfarbe ist die Farbe des Mondes, an der ihr mich immer sofort erkennen könnt~! Ich freue mich schon sehr euch alle auf der Dokomi kennen zu lernen <3 "

[yoosungiib]

rfa and minor trio being surprised by mc? like making a nice dinner or getting something they’ve wanted for the heck of it or whatever lol. i love ur blog btw u write so nicely!!

Thank you, love! I hope you like this :) I really enjoyed this request!

RFA + Minor Trio being surprised by MC

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★ Yoosung ★

The moment the new video game Yoosung was craving for came on sale, he was rushing to the store to get it,

But only to be disappointed by the fact they were all sold out.

He kept going back and back to the store, but everytime they had to turn him away.

He tried to order it online, but the only way he could do so was by paying a high fee for shipping.

Another problem was that the game was re-stacked while he was at work, so people came right away for it, leaving none eft. So Yoosung was really upset.

He moped around a bit, but tried not to let his sadness show. But you could see just how upset the smol boy was.

Of course, you had to do something about this. You will not under any circumstances let your husband be sad!

So once you give him his kiss goodbye and see him off to work, you get dressed and head to the gaming store.

You wait for about an hour for them to re-stack so you can make sure to get one for definite. You are so excited to present it to him when he gets home – you wrap it in his favorite puppy wrapping paper and put a big blue bow on it.

When he comes home and you help him to de-stress by massaging his shoulders and some soft kisses hehe you hand him the wrapped up game. He looks up at you with a gentle smile and asks what it is, but you just tell him to open it.

He tears the paper apart and s c r e a m s when he sees the game. He nearly throws it across the room jumping up and spinning you around.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, MC! You have no idea how much this means to me!”

Dinner and any responsibilities are forgotten by you guys as you play the new game for the rest of the night.

♪ Zen ♪

Zen had recently gotten the lead in a new play, which he was absolutely ecstatic about! It was a role he’s been wanting for awhile.

You couldn’t be more proud of him, but you watched as he came home exhausted every night, worn out, and barely able to stay awake.

You watched him eat little to nothing as stress started to chew away at him. Zen had even stopped taking care of himself! Your worried he is going to drive himself to insanity if he doesn’t at least eat breakfast.

So you had to do something for him. You couldn’t stand to see him like this. You wanted to do something that would be nice for him, enjoyable, and would help him to get more energy. Something that would commemorate him for all his hard work.

What better way than a date night! You found a few recipes online for some of Zen’s favorite meals, and while he was at work, you cooked it up for him. You decorated the room with candles and flower petals how romantic and set the table with all the meals presented - including a dessert!

You waited for Zen to come home, which was around eleven o’clock, excitement bubbling inside you to show him your surprise.

Zen came through the door looking exhausted as usual, but he was surprised to see you awake considering you are normally in bed by the time he gets home?

“Jagiya? What are you doing up?” he says smiling tiredly. You just grin and gently take his hand, pulling him to the kitchen. He gasps when he walks in to the elaborate display in the kitchen.

He’s wide awake now!

All his favorite meals on the table, fish bread from the shop, a chocolate cake, candles on every shelf and center, rose petals scattered all over the floor. He was speechless! He turned to you and suddenly all his energy was back as he lifted you up and spun you around. “Thank you so much, MC. This must have been a lot of work.”

“It’s nothing compared to what you’ve been doing, and I’m so proud of what you have accomplished and how far you have come.” Zen grins, bending down to kiss you, then digging into his food.

He’ll probably be extra tired in the morning after the wonderful~ night~ you~ guys~ have~ together~

❀ Jaehee ❀

*** FUN FACT! This same thing happened to my mom!

You were at home with a kidney infection, under doctors orders to rest while you take the medicine the makes you woozy and sick. You felt terrible, not only because of the pain in your abdomen, but because this meant that Jaehee had to work in the cafe by herself.

She came home exhausted and worn out, dark bags under her eyes and her auburn hair a mess. She tried to aid you since you were in a lot of pain, but you could see just how much it was taking out of her; the shine that was normally in her eyes just gone.

You desperately wanted to do something for her, but you were at a loss of what to do. Money was tight and you were home sick.

Under a blanket on the couch eating cereal, you listened to the radio. You were snapped out of a daze when they mentioned a contest where the winner would get two tickets for a free trip to Bermuda - flight paid for by the station and everything. You were interested and thought maybe if you could win, this could be a gift to Jaehee. She deserves a vacation afterall.

The way to win was by getting the correct answer to a trivia question based on an American TV show. You were able to answer it correct, however, many others did too so the radio station had to choose a random caller for their winner.

You were just about to hang up thinking there was no chance of you winning when suddenly, “Caller number 3?”

THAT WAS YOU!

“Uh? Yes?”

“Congratulations! You have won a free trip for two to Bermuda!”

If it wasn’t that you were in so much physical agony, you would have jumped up and started screaming.

By the time the tickets were mailed to you, you were better, so you decided to do something flamboyant in presenting them to Jaehee. While she was washing the dishes from the cafe, you quickly set up a display of her favorite cupcake, flowers and coffee.

“MC? What’s all this for?”

It was hard to contain your excitement. You pulled out the two tickets from your pocket, presenting them to Jaehee who let out a gasp and squeel prying the tickets out of your hands. She was at a little bit of a loss for words. She questioned why you bought tickets, especially with their financial status. But you told her about the radio contest and how you won, and Jaehee just couldn’t be haPPIER SHE’S GOING TO BERMUDA.

Best trip of your lives. On the beach, relaxing, eating whatever you want, swimming, with the woman you love. You couldn’t have asked for a better vacation. 

☂ Jumin ☂

What can you do for one of the richest businessmen in the world, who with a snap of his fingers can have anything delivered to him.

You watched the recent stress of work eat at him, though he tried to pass it off that he was fine. When he came home, he acted energized and on high alert, but over dinner you could see how his eyes would droop and it was difficult for him to keep his head up.

You tried to talk about it with him, but he just smiled, kissed you, and assured you he was fine.

But not only seconds later did you find him asleep on the toilet. Embarrassed, he had allowed you to help him into bed. He tried to tell you he didn’t need the help but he was just so tired at this point, he couldn’t even bother stopping you.

It pained you to see him like this; you know just how much he hates feeling weak and not in control. As he slept your cutie pie husband, you thought of something you could do for him. You felt like buying him something would be unnecessary, and you thought trying to clean up or cook something for him would just be a waste since he’d probably have the maid or cook redo everything.

So whatever it was you were to do for him, it had to be heartfelt and meaningful.

As Elizabeth the third strutted into the room mewling, her indication that she wanted food, the perfect idea popped in your head.

A sweater with Elizabeth’s face on it!

He could probably get a proper designer to do this for him, but you have some skill in sewing/knitting, and it will be much more meaningful and treasuring if it were you who made it.

The project took about a week, but it was worth it just to see the way Jumin’s face lit up when you presented to him the sweeter with Elizabeth on it.

For the first time ever, Jumin seemed to be at a loss for words as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug mumbling thank yous.

“My love. What did I do to deserve such a beautiful gift?”

You giggle, pulling him back down into a hug and kissing his cheek. “I did it because I love you. And I see that you are stressed. You are my husband. We are connected. You help me whenever I am stressed or upset, so I will help you when you are stressed.” You felt Jumin smile into your hair before he whispered to you,

“I’m a lucky man to have some as wonderful and pure as you.”

☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺

Shopping for Seven can be incredibly difficult, considering there isn’t much that he wants and if he really wanted something, he’d just make it himself.

But you watched as Sevens health seemed to deteriorate as work for a new agency alliterated stress, and how unlike before where he could stay up for days, he could hardly keep his eyes open. And it astounded you how he continued to try and be lively around you, shower you with affection, and pretend that nothing was wrong though you could clearly see that there was.

You wanted to do something for Seven; something to show him that you appreciate him and all the hard work he was doing to provide for his family and the RFA. But what could you do?

While Seven was cooped up in what he called an office – which was a room with a bunch of computers and honey buddha chip bags everywhere – you sat in the kitchen with a notepad and tea and tried to think of some ideas.

In the end, it was Saeran who gave you the brilliant idea of adopting a kitten for Seven! What better gift could there be? It was so clear that Seven wanted a kitten and with everyone in the house, the kitten would definitely be taken cared of. But let’s not but Seven in charge of feeding it. All the cat will be fed is honey buddha chips.

The only one who was against it was Vanderwood, but after enough convincing, he finally agreed to adopting the kitten.

It was really hard to keep the surprise a secret since Seven has eyes basically everywhere and is always keeping tabs on you, but the day you went to go and adopt the kitten, Vanderwood and Saeran made sure he was completely unable to track you or figure out what as going on.

You went to an adoption center and searched for the perfect cat. You finally found the one when you spotted an orange tabby cat with a torn ear and a what looked to have a lopsided grin. Not only was the cat just purely stunning, it was playful too which was perfect for Seven!

You were so excited to give the kitten to Seven, you could hardly stop yourself from jumping up and down. Inside the bunker, you stood behind Seven who was so focused on work, he didn’t hear you come in. You grinned, holding the kitten to your chest and said, “Seven, honey, I have a surprise.”

Seven turned around to tell you he’d look at it later but he gasped when he saw the beautiful orange kitten. The scream of joy he released could probably be heard all around the world as he jumped off the chair and hurried towards you and the cat. He practically yanked the poor baby out of your arms.

“MC?? You did this for me? You got us a kitten? I’m a father now!!” You laughed, nodding your head and joining him at his side. You rested your head on his shoulder and petted the kitten who was flush against Seven’s chest. “Thank you, baby, this is amazing. Is it a boy or a girl?”

“A boy. What are you going to name him?”

Seven ponders for a few seconds before snapping his fingers. “Elliot!”

❆ V ❆

When V is not devoted to your well being and making sure you feel utterly loved, he is devoted to his art, whether it is painting or photography.

V has a transparent talent in the arts, especially photography. However, you can see that he favors painting. So you can imagine how upset he was when he ran out of paints. Of course, he could go to the store and buy some, but money was incredibly tight, especially with the move and financing a new house.

You could see just how much it upset him that he couldn’t paint. Sure, he loved photography, but he did it for so long that he got tired of it and prefered to mix the colours of paint instead of taking pictures of the same old thing.

If only you could get him new paints, and maybe more tools as something special, without cutting in too much to your finances. But doing that would be hard, so you called in a favor.

You were hesitant to do this but you wanted to see V smile, a genuine smile, once again. Besides, he’s done so much for you, so you should do this for him.

You called Jumin and asked for a loan, promising to pay him back, but as you expected, Jumin denied the need for you to pay him back. He was happy to loan money to a friend, especially when the money was being used to help someone.

In Paris, you found the most luxurious if that is really even possible and most eccentric of paints you could find. You had definitely gotten your money’s worth. While V was out, you set up the paints in his studio, grinning as you waited for V to come home. You heard the front door open and V call to you. “In your studio, honey. Come look at this!”

Blue boy shooketh

V entered the studio and immediately dropped his bag when he saw displayed all over the room were buckets and cartons of new paints. He was speechless as he walked around the room, inspecting the paints, as well as some new tools you bought for him. He turned to you and smiled.

“Darling, this is wonderful. But I told you we needed to save that money for finishing with the house and-”

You silenced him by placing your finger on his lips, then taking a hold of his collar and bringing him down to you so you could kiss him, gently. “None of that money was spent. I got a favor from someone, besides, we are not in debt. We are not in a financial crises, but even so, you don’t have to worry about that money being spent. You deserve this. I can see how much you miss painting. I want you to paint to your hearts desires.”

Your husband wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug as he kissed the top of your head. “Thank you, MC. Really,” V said into your hair. “I know exactly what I will paint first.”

☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻

It’s been two years since Saeran was rescued from Rika’s grasps, and 6 months since you and Saeran made your relationship official.

Everyday, Saeran worked to be a loving and caring boyfriend to you, working on his anger and showing affection through the little ways he can.

However, this month seemed to be a particularly bad one for Searan. He was having issues with PTSD, and having more panic attacks than usual, and frequent breakdowns. He yells more than often, gets angry very easily, and the littlest things set him off. The transition from Unknown to Saeran was not easy for him.

Everyday he tries, so, so hard to get better. He even realizes how bad this month has been for him emotionally and mentally. He started to go to therapy more often, and at home he’d do all the things his therapist would suggest for him. He even agreed to take medication, which he was really against doing.

You’re so proud of him.

All the trauma he’s been facing this past month has drained him. It hurts you to see the mental pain he endures.

One night you two sat on your shared bed, him crying into your chest as he degraded himself and called himself weak.

“Don’t you ever say that, baby, don’t you ever. You are not weak. You are so strong. Look how far you have come. You have reached a rough spot, but that is ok, you are not alone.” Saeran continued to sob into your breasts as he clutched onto you, too afraid to let you go.

“I fear that one day you will leave me,” he wails, “because I am not good enough. I fear I won’t be able to make you happy… all I want is for you to be happy. I’ve been so cruel to you this month… not even just this month. I’ve never treated you right. I don’t deserve you.”

“You know that isn’t true, Saeran… I am happy every day with you. I wish you could see that.”

Rationally, you wanted to do something to cheer him up and to make him feel better. 

So you got him an ice cream machine!

At first, you thought that was a silly idea, but as you sat and thought about it, you realized it was perfect. Saeran loves ice cream more than you you are sure, and you think he might find it calming and therapeutic to be able to make his own ice cream.

Ice cream machines aren’t cheap though, so you had to put aside a lot of money for it. You even had to borrow some money from Jumin you don’t know if you are lucky or not that he didn’t offer you taking in a cat as a deal breaker.

Saeran had gotten a lot better by the time you were able to order the ice cream machine and get it dropped off at the bunker. You had Seven keep him occupied as you set it up in the kitchen, putting a big bow that was his favorite colour on the top. Giddily, you shouted for him.

He entered the room and stopped in his tracks when he saw the machine. He gaped, his mint eyes widening a bit. You giggled as you ran to his side and took his hand, pulling him towards the machine.

“Is… is this?”

“An ice cream machine? Yes! Now you can make your own ice cream. It even comes with a tutorial and different flavors to use.”

“MC… why would you do this for me?” he asked, turning to you and cupping your cheek. His eyes kept straying to the machine since he was pretty desperate to start making ice cream.

“Because I love you, silly. And I’m so proud of you.”

He grinned, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for a bone crushing hug. The two of you spent hours that night making ice cream after ice cream, not caring how sick you may feel in the morning because of the amount of sugar you two will have surely consumed.

✌ Vanderwood ✌

Leaving the agency was a huge step for Vanderwood.

He loved the action, the thrill, the sudden adrenalin you get when on missions, but he loved you more, and he understood being in an agency put your life at risk. So he was willing to give it all up if it meant he could be with you.

But that didn’t make adjusting to what’s a “normal” life any easier. Though Vanderwood is skilled in many things, finding a job was hard for him. Especially one that he fit in to and one that he didn’t end up pissing anyone off in.

Vanderwood was going through job after job until he finally settled as a janitor and facilities worker ok I can so see this though I’m sorry at a school. But the problem with that is he is surrounded by at least 700 other sevens!!

And everyday he comes home frustrated and tired, absolutely done with the world. The second he is through the door, he’s kissing your temple as a quick hello then locking himself in the bedroom to do work. He’ll only come out for dinner and maybe watch something with you, but then he’ll go back into the bedroom.

At first you thought it was to sleep but you figured out it was him working and getting out some stress by stabbing one of those seven dolls.

You’ve tried to get him to talk to you, and only once did he ever really open up to you about it, and he barely said a thing. “Lets just say kids are brats. If we ever have a kid we better raise them right.”

When you’re stressed, Vanderwood has always pushed his tsundere side aside to help you, so you think it is only right that you find a way to help him.

One night he called you telling you he’d be home late, so you decided you would prepare a nice meal for him with some candles, a movie, and a cake.

It was around 8 o’clock that Vanderwood came through the door. He looked very tired and was reaching for a cigar as you walked over to him. He kinda weakly wrapped his arm around you and kissed your forehead, then made his way to the bedroom but you stopped him. “Before you shut yourself off from the world, I have a little surprise for you.”

You took his larger hand in yours and brought him to the kitchen where you had the meal set up. His eyes widened and he stammered as he stared at the meal. “MC. What is this?”

“Dinner of course! When is the last time you have had a proper meal? You are always telling me to eat healthy and to take care of myself. You’ve been working so hard. You deserve this. So before you go to complete any more work or sleep, please just have this meal with me.”

Vanderwood chuckled, a smirk appearing on his face as he took off his jacket with the leopard prints and hung it up. How could he deny this.

You two ate the meal together and had your first proper conversation in what has seemed like ages. After that, you cuddled on the couch and watched one of Vanderwoods favorite films. He noticed half way through the film though that you fell asleep. He grinned, turning off the TV and bringing you to bed. As he tucked you in and got under the covers besides you, he wrapped his arms around you, something he hasn’t been able to do in awhile since he has always been asleep first. He whispered a small thank you in your hair, and drifted off to sleep with you.

It was the best sleep he’s had in ages.

~~~

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[skyfields]

00. Your pretty face reflects upon gargantuan Seattle buildings. It looks up at the joy of rare cloudless days, bright and beautiful, before the sky gobbles up the sunshine again. It pouts at a cafe on the top of a museum— observing an apathetic city, with a pretty, porcelain, doll-like gaze.

01. You are Kim Jinae, and you were born to Kim Sooah and Daejung, two immigrants from Daegu. Your father, everyone swears, loved you and eomma more than anything else. You never believed them. After all, if he loved you so much, then why did he leave you to go to Hell?

02. (At least, that’s what your maid says. Daejung gambled and scammed and drug-dealt till the day a bullet found its way into his brain. A man like that has surely gotten his due reward.)

02. When Richard Levy comes into your life, you are four and he is tall with salt-and-pepper hair and he looks down on you, his stormy suit slicing through the dove-wing Pacific sky. Yet his eyes, pitch black and brooding, glimmer with kindness as he looks into your own watery ones. You have always been easily lost, and all you wanted was an ice cream bar. The convenience store was not too far down the street from the children’s home, but you’re lucky it’s Richard Levy who appears like a guardian angel. He stoops to guide you.

03. You dive deep, deep into the crowds of people, unafraid with the gentle giant at your side. He and the aging old woman who runs the home step into her office and have a chat, glancing at you through the window all the while.

04. He is a bank mogul in Seattle, Washington. It is no difficult choice for the other children to wave as you drive away to Richard Levy’s Pike’s Place condominium.

05. Age ten, and you are the happiest you’ve ever been.

06. “Jinae,” croons Ingrid King, “is too difficult to say. Darling, give her another name.”

07. Ingrid King. You hated her from the moment you saw her. Father always told you to marry a person with kind eyes— someone who looked at you sweetly with love and affection, and you have always assumed he would do the same. But Ingrid— her eyes are pale, pale blue and dead, dead, dead. Her skin is stretched tight across her skull, her fingers skeletal, and her updo’d hair poorly-spun yellow yarn with expensive pearls slapped on. She is the sister-in-law of a friend of a friend… and she, the demon, has her sights set on your sweet father.

08. They plan a June wedding.

09. You attend as Juniper Levy. You chose the name carefully with your father. Juniper— Juniper, like the beloved trees that dot Puget Sound.

10. The bride’s side is surprised to see that the flower girl in her sweet lavender dress, famously beloved by the millionaire Richard Levy, princess of Seattle’s most prestigious banking family… has straight brows over pretty monolids over warm, chocolate eyes. “Juniper...” they coo, “Juniper…” And just like that, they love you.

11. When Ingrid Levy-King has her first child, you become Juniper Levy-Kim. The Levy-Kings, and the Levy-Kim— Juniper Levy-Kim, the fake-fake-fake who was born Jinae, the mousy little Asian girl playing pretend amongst aristocrats. Your father calls you still, with affection on his baritone voice— “Jinae, can you come down here a moment!”

12. “Jinae, my love,” he says, rugged fingers gentle when they pinch your jaw. Ingrid’s bone-stare regards you coolly. “Your brothers and sisters—” Her daughters and sons, you correct bitterly in your mind, “—will need an influence to look up to as they grow. Ingrid suggested you make a name for yourself.”

13. What Ingrid suggested with that slithering, slimy tongue, was to get you away. She can barely contain the disgusted looks, the smiles that are just a little too sweet, too saccharine— it is you, and you alone, who will always be the light of your father’s life. So you, Juniper Levy-Kim, age fourteen, beneath the wing of a private jet, kiss his cheek goodbye. And like that, you’re off.

14. You are to study abroad in Seoul. A surgeon, Ingrid says, or maybe a newscaster. But the plane touches down, and they— Worldwide Records— oh, do they have a different vision.

15. Your pretty face and rosy cheeks and sweet disposition are reminiscent of that of Cherish. Street-casting: it’s brutal and effective, and they lure you in with the promise of fame and love— and maybe, just maybe, they saw your eyes, red and puffy from a long flight spent crying— but maybe they understood that you were lonely.

16. Your father cancels your dorm and enrollment to the private academy and instead rents you an apartment suite right in the glitzy Worldwide neighborhood. There’s nothing that can be done about the tuition; nearly hundreds of thousands of dollars lost cancelling tuition then signing you to Worldwide, but his voice, soft over the phone, assures you that it’s nothing. That there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his little girl. You bark out a laugh then; even miles and miles away, not even Ingrid King can diminish your father’s love for you.

17. You train for two years. Never mind that you’ve never counted on a beat in your whole life, or that you hardly even know what a pitch is. But your voice is good enough that you debut, at sixteen, with Luxuri.

18. The Nation’s First Love, they call you. One of the Sweethearts of Worldwide. The Next Dahye. You’re glitzed in pink skirts and curled hair for miles. You even have a catchphrase: “Don’t leave me lonely, ‘kay?” It was something stupid from an idiot lip gloss commercial. But you, Juniper Levy-Kim—

19. You’ve fallen in love with love.

20. Every kiss you blow, every heart you make; it’s love, sheer love. Love for your fans, love for your group, love for your father, maybe even a little bit of twisted love for Ingrid King who sent you here. And you gobble up the love you receive in return, lick your sweetly-glossed lips and beam for the crowds who go wild at your request.

21. Then you meet him one day: Woojin. Woojin, Hero’s Woojin; it’s a miracle you haven’t met each other before, being signed under the same company. He’s heard of you— Luxuri has, by now, long since earned the name of the Holy Trinity. He’s charming and handsome and everything everyone says he would be. You’re surprised you thought you knew what love was before, because Woojin— he is it. Your nineteen-year-old heart is smitten.

22. But they find out. Worldwide always does. Woojin walks away unscathed, but you? You are made to fall to your knees and beg forgiveness for a hateless, heart-full crime. You were desperate to feel less lonely, and he gave you that fulfillment; yet he moves on, taking fragments of your heart with him, and you are left behind to scavenge what pieces you can.

23. And what sharp, jagged pieces they are. You go from one of the most loved women in the country to the most hated. You learn what it is like to be controlled, to be manipulated, to be made to beg for forgiveness on a national scale. They call you so many things after; there is no word too low for the girl who stole the heart of the Nation’s Boyfriend. Diva, slut, vixen.

24. That’s all you are.

25. Is that all you will ever be?

[in-mysme-hell]

can you do RFA and V reacting to a very anxious MC (maybe social anxiety?) who needs a lot of care to calm down and feel safe?? Thanks!

relatable thank you for this one, anon. I also have social anxiety and just imagining how these amazing jellybeans would handle it is quite calming. I added Saeran as well he’s a precious little stardust and deserves all the love but I had to add him and V to another post bcuz as always I can’t control myself and this is hella long but you guys likey so here ya go my lovelies

| V & Saeran |

Pupper Yoosung:

He panicked a little when you first told him; he thought it was a lot like Rika’s condition

But when he saw you wringing your hands nervously and biting your lip, waiting for his reaction, he forced himself to relax

His MC needed him to be a man strong for her

“W-what does that mean? Are you okay? Do you take medication?”

Slow down baby boy

You explained how you had anxiety when it came to large crowds or public speaking, how you would begin to sweat and breathe heavily…until you passed out it only happened once you swear

He was determined to be the most caring bf ever and at first, tried to avoid letting you go out to the mall or just busy establishments. Even insisted that you not pick him up from campus, though you didn’t realize at first why.

“I’m not handicapped, Yoosung,” you said irritatedly, though low-key you were so grateful and loved him even more for his thoughtfulness

Then one day, you were out looking for a birthday present for him and you knew exactly what you wanted. Except ofc dozens of other customers also wanted that newly released video game.

He was in class when he got a call from you and you were gasping his name into the speakers. He found you huddled on the bench outside the store, your head between your knees as you tried to even out your breathing.

It took a lot of whispered reassuring on his part and he made you count with him - “Inhale. One. Two. Three. Four. Hold it for one, two, three. Exhale. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.”

He took you home and pampered you all night. Made you your favourite simple meal since the anxiety suppressed your appetite even though you hadn’t eaten all day. Read your favourite book to you and even ran you a bubble bath.

Whenever you need to go somewhere crowded, he’s there to hold your hand tightly and distract you by making funny remarks so that you’re too busy laughing to pay attention to your surroundings. And if you feel your anxiety rising in your chest, beginning to suffocate you, say the word and he’ll whisk you away to safety

Baehee Jaehee:

Jaehee loved Zen’s life performances with fervently, but you didn’t exactly share the same sentiments. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy watching your narcissist friend showcase his talents for the lucky viewers, oh no, you fuckin’ loved that part. Seeing the absolute joy in his eyes as he got to act out his dreams on stage - you could relate to why Jaehee and the rest of his fans were captivated by him.

But it was damn hard to enjoy his shows when your throat was tight and your heart wouldn’t stop pounding because of all the bodies surrounding you.

Too close. They were way too close.

And they were screaming and they just wouldn’t stop and you could breathe and you were terrified and -

“MC? Are you okay?”

Jaehee had noticed how pale you’d gotten and the sheen of sweat covering your face. You turned to her with wide eyes, your hands gripping the arm rests painfully, and opened your mouth to reply but the words wouldn’t come out.

Tears were welling up in your eyes, the feeling of dread growing in the pit of your stomach. And this precious angel, she gently grasped your hands, looked your dead in the eyes, and said, “C’mon, MC. Breathe with me. You’re okay. I’m here.”

A whimper escaped your lips, and she let go of your hands to place her own on either side of your head. Then, pressing her forehead against yours, she whispered, “Ignore them. It’s just you and me. Look into my eyes and forget them. Just you. And me. That’s it.”

“J-Jaehee?” you choked out quietly.

“They don’t matter. It’s just us in our own little world. Think about when we get home. We’ll curl up on the sofa with your favourite hot chocolate. Just us.”

And not even half an hour later thats what you were doing. Jaehee knew coffee only made anxiety worse and from then on she made it her mission to learn as many caffeine-free recipes. Milk, especially, was soothing and so you can be damn sure she perfected her honey vanilla tea latte recipe

She was ever so patient when you finally explained your anxiety and the claustrophobia that accompanied it. It explained why you jumped at loud noises.

She would make sure to take enough time away from the cafe to take walks in the park with you. The fresh air and open space really helped with your nerves, especially on tough days.

Lovely Zen:

You love this man with your whole heart. You’d take a bullet for him, and you know he’d do the same for you. You’d walk through fire for him. You’d handle pretty much anything to ensure his happiness. That’s how sure you were of your love.

But what you couldn’t stand was his audience. That crowd of shrieking girls all vying for a glance spared by the red-eyed god and the dirty looks they threw you. Tbh, you didn’t care much for their nasty remarks - they were just jealous that Zen only had eyes for you.

It was when their attention was on you and your insecurities began to claw up. You would get so self-conscious about the smallest things - was your outfit appropriate, was your hair in place, what if you tripped, what if you blurted out the wrong things in front of the camera, what if you embarrassed Zen?

You knew, you knew you shouldn’t worry about these things. Zen could care less about your appearance and honestly, it shouldn’t matter what other people thought. Regardless of how perfect you looked, they would always have something negative to say.

You knew all this, but still your mouth went dry, a rush of dizziness descended over you, and your chest tightened to the point that it hurt.

Zen didn’t know all of this, simply because you didn’t want him to worry. But then the day came where Zen was meeting with his fans after a performance. There was a large crowd surrounding him and you were standing at the side, wringing your hands. You were feeling uneasy because of all the eyes on you and Zen didn’t have his phone on him so you couldn’t even text him. If it weren’t for the fact that you two were going to be late for the dinner with your parents, you wouldn’t be trying so hard to catch his attention.

You called out his name a couple times and even attempted a half-wave. A couple of the girls near you were snickering at your pathetic motions and your stomach was in knots. You could practically hear the things they were whispering to each other and even though you tried to tell yourself it didn’t matter, you found yourself fleeing to the bathroom just in time to throw into the toilet.

You didn’t realize that Zen had noticed your presence just as you had whirled around to make your escape and that he had followed you. He held back your hair and rubbed circles into your back.

You tried to apologize and explain the situation, and somehow he understood you through your hiccuping sobs. Holding you in his arms, he murmured in your ears, “Shh, it’s okay, Princess. These people don’t matter. They won’t even remember this an hour from now. I’ve got you, babe. You’re gonna be fine. Your knight in shining armour is here to protect you.”

He would make an extra effort to compliment you constantly, his ruby eyes always wide and earnest. When there would be situations where you’d make a small mistake, he’d smoothly take over before anyone else could notice or your anxiety reared its head. He would also be the one ordering when you went out for food or on the phone, and never once did he complain

Daddy Jumin:

Being Mrs. Han was a lot less spa days and a lot more meeting important people, potential business partners, and just folks who wanted to impress your husband. In turn, it was your duty to make a good impression so that C&R reputation wouldn’t be tainted.

Jumin didn’t know before marrying you that you had severe anxiety when it came to meeting new people and making conversation. The fear that they would be judging you silently and you would say the wrong thing was ever-present in the back of your mind

And holy fuck did this man love showing you off bruhh

He wanted to introduce you as his wife, his MC, to everyone from his maid he finally met the poor woman to the Prime Minister!!

You were literally a train wreck on heels, diamonds resting above your pounding heart and around your neck like a noose, biting down on your lip hard enough that your blood mixed with the rouge of your designer lipstick.

“Sweetheart, this is Tae-Yung Choi, Minister of Foreign Affairs. Mr. Choi, this is my precious wife, MC.”

You smiled tightly, swallowing hard when the man kissed the back of your hand and bowed fuck you should’ve worn a sleeveless dress to hide pit stains

Even after he lets go and steps back, remarking that your husband is a lucky man, your jaw is clenched and your eyes are flitting everywhere but the couple before you. It’s only when you notice that his wife is staring at you intently that you realize everyone is waiting for you to respond.

You apologize quickly and excuse yourself, avoiding Jumin’s worried gaze. You slip through the crowd, making your way to the elevator as fast as you can without running.

You gulp in the cool night air like a woman dying of thirst and lean back against the rough brick of the side of the hotel. Your bodyguards had followed you to the wide alley beside the building and you were sure one of them was texting your husband at this very moment.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you fought back the tears that were threatening to break through your composure. Why were you so weak? Why was such a simple social interaction like a battle for you?

“Kitten, are you unwell?”

When you opened your eyes and turned to look at your concerned husband standing beside you, he immediately noticed your glassy orbs. His brow furrowed in confusion and you could practically see the gears turning in his brilliant mind as he tried to figure out what had made you upset.

Before he could start threatening and firing people for upsetting his princess, you tried to explain your social anxiety to him the best you could. He didn’t understand why were you still afraid when you knew your fears were irrational but he still swept you into his arms and pressed a bruising kiss to your swollen from all that nervous biting lips.

“Darling, everyone knows better than to point out any mistakes on your part. You’re Mrs. Jumin Han, the most powerful woman in any room that you walk into. They’re the ones who are afraid to make a mistake in your presence.” You giggled at his blunt response and his heart skipped a beat at one of his favourite sounds in the world.

You can bet your life savings that this man would have poor Jaehee prepare a report on anxiety, specifically the kind you had, and would contact one of the most renowned psychologists in the field to explain it to him and to help you in every way possible

His absolute confidence was always a good crutch in situations where your anxiety would begin creeping in. In the evenings, he would draw you a bath where you were pressed against his chest and glasses of wine in your hands. He would pamper you by bathing and massaging you, and you especially loved when he washed your hair his hands were orgasmic on every part of you head to toe

He read that animals helped with anxiety sometimes and you got to witness the cutest moment where he crouched down before Elizabeth the 3rd and explained to her the importance of protecting the Princess. It was actually calming to hold the white beauty in your arms and stroke her fur.

GOD Seven:

Neither of you leave the house much, which usually works out until the threat of starvation strikes. Ordering groceries online was a pain with the bunker’s heavy security, and Seven was usually busy with work

So it mostly came down to you to be the one to make sure the three of you had something more to eat than just chips and ice cream (Saeran didn’t mind). You tended to avoid ordering food on the phone what if you messed up the order or what if you didn’t understand what they were asking and had to ask them to repeat themselves several times?! 

And going out to the store was a whole other struggle what if you’re counting out the correct change or looking for your wallet in that huge purse, and taking too long and then the person behind you would be annoyed

There was just so many what ifs and awkward scenarios!! How on earth were you supposed to make it out unscathed?? There was honestly nothing you hated more that awkward situations, your face would turn as red as Saeyoung’s hair and your hands would shake ofc then you would spill the money you were counting out and you would stutter while trying to order food at the restaurant everyone would be witness to your shame

Saeyoung had enough on his shoulders with his own depression and then Saeran’s depression, anxiety, and PTSD. Besides, you didn’t consider your anxiety that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things. 

You woke up with a feeling of unease already settling in your gut, and it worsened when you realized all the errands you had to run. You’d been putting them off and you didn’t want Saeyoung to ask questions, so you forced your limbs to carry you out of the house. You stammered and sweated your way through the check you had to deposit with the bank teller since their machines were broken. Blood rushed in your ears and made you dizzy when a customer behind you at the store made an offhand comment about how people should have their order decided instead of wasting everyone’s times.

After today’s events, you were irritable, your mind still on edge, body stuck in flight-or-fight-mode. You were agonizing over an email you were writing to a party guest, unsure of specific words you had used its an actual worry, when Saeyoung asked you if you had picked up the milk.

“I’m not a fuckin’ robot maid. I can’t remember every little thing. You would know if you actually got off your ass for once and helped,” you snapped.

Immediately, the guilt and fear sets in. You trying to apologize but you’re having trouble breathing and you’re clawing at your throat. You’re shaking violently as you fall to the floor, your head spinning sickeningly. 

Your husband knows what to do from helping Saeran through his own panic attacks. He first sets about regulating your breathing, even alternating between plugging nostrils. Once the noose around your neck loosens he’s having you take small sips of water.

He talks you through your anxiety attack, “MC, look around you. Tell me 5 things you can see. C’mon, sweetheart. 4 things you can touch. Good girl. Now 3 things you can hear. 2 things you can smell, baby. 1 thing you can taste, my goddess.”

He likes to wrap himself around you, pressed tightly against you, able to felt each other’s heartbeats. You love to rest your cheek against his bare chest, listening to the sound of his heart - proof of his existence - and you find that it helps ebb the anxiety away.

Would def try to distract you with memes and funny cat videos. He’d even build a robot puppy named Woof-Woof totally besties with Meowy that would reassure you and compliment you the moment it senses the slight bit of anxiety. It would also help count your breathing with you if Saeyoung wasn’t around to do so.

- admin Shay

[tootsuno]

can you give me your hcs about the sextuplets favorite ice cream flavors?

BLESS YOU....

Lil note: Gonna try not pick fruits/colours that are usually paired with the brothers, but rather what sort of sweetness and amounts of flavour they like!

Osomatsu first of all loathes mint ice-cream as he whines ‘it’s just frozen toothpaste!’ and ‘Why would anyone EAT this?!’, gaining glares from other ice-cream parlor patrons. His inner child probably going straight for the chocolate flavours, so maybe something that has caramel (Salted Caramel is he’s lucky) and/or fudge. Not really basic but at the same time nothing spectacular, but don’t tell him that to his face, that’s his favourite ice-cream you’re talking smack about.

Also would probably wave over the server if there was an insignificant amount of chocolate flakes.

Karamatsu would get whatever looks most appetizing or beautiful. Something that catches the eye for both him and his Karamatsu pearls, stomaching it if the frozen treat turns out to be an unpleasant flavour. However, when he’s alone in the house and gets his monthly allowance he may or may not indulge himself in making his own ice-cream...definitely not from scratch, rather, buying the basic components and designing it to his tastes. Good tastes this time since now that he’s alone he can make something magnificent and have the flavour he so desires!

You can already guess that he does indeed use an excessive amount of edible sugar. Hemight’veusedcraftingglitteratonepointbutwedon’ttalkaboutthat. 

Choromatsu doesn’t really give much thought to what flavours he actually likes (or just likes the usual strawberry, choco or vanilla scoop) which usually results in his brothers calling him boring. (Remember the organ!matsu episode and how everyone called Choro’s insides boring? That but with ice-cream.) He’s probably gone to a small maid cafe at one point during a convention and got whatever was on special, one of them being ice-cream that’s of course served by a very cute meido who wrote his name on the top with fruit sauce...so rather than enjoying the flavour whenever he eats his chosen ice-cream, he instead enjoys and relishes in that specific memory.

Other than that I think the boy would have a peculiar fondness for tea-infused ice-creams \o/

Ichimatsu seems to like sweets in canon (the dreaded sutabaa episode) so I’m gonna go out on a limb and say he likes syrup-y ice creams, the ones that are usually layered under the actual ice cream with bits of berries...but since this seems something like Totty would order the gang would probably assume that he had ordered it or that the server got it wrong. Which of course leaves Ichimatsu feeling a lil upset and pretty humiliated, settling for a basic chocolate or vanilla scoop while his younger brother happily goes to town on his ice-cream.

He gets offended since his brothers see his taste as bland or maybe even weird because of his character, but never speaks up about it.

Jyushimatsu would definitely get sprinkles 9 times outta 10, overloading to the point where the server gives him a concerned look and asks ‘Are you sure?’ or just flat out gives him his already plastered ice-cream cup and tell him to pay and leave. Gets multiple scoops, each being different flavours...so basically the complete opposite of sensory overload with this boy here, ice-cream wise anyway.

What flavour could he get without scaring the servers? Neapolitan.

Todomatsu, kind of like Karamatsu, gets whatever looks cute enough to go on instagram but the difference being that he actually cares whether or not it tastes good enough. It has to be both. All or nothing. Totty however doesn’t have to worry about that since he’s pretty knowledgeable about this stuff, knowing what and what doesn’t suit his tastes. His friends probably known him for liking pink and associating it with him and it’s the reason why his photos of food are always pink-themed...and because he likes the colour too, of course.

Strawberry, marshmallows and cute decor for this boy.

[aphmausfanfic]

Stay A Little Longer

Pairing - Ludenza

Warnings - Mention of attempt at causing emotions with a potion.

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Everyone knew Lucinda was a skilled witch. She could make anything for anyone. And that includes herself. It’s definitely helpful that whenever you need some magic, you can do it yourself. And Lucinda was making herself a love potion right that second.

Nobody thought she would ever need to use a love potion. To put it bluntly, Lucinda was gorgeous. Everyone on the street knew it, and so did Lucinda. But one person didn’t know it. Cadenza. Lucinda saw her while she was visiting Laurance. Cadenza was just leaving his house, and they said a brief ‘hello’ and that was it.

That one brief meeting was enough to drive Lucinda over the edge. She was determined to meet that girl again, and she was determined to make her fall in love with the witch. No matter what it takes.

Now, normally, Lucinda wouldn’t need a potion to get the person she wanted, but in this case, it was better safe than sorry. She had just gotten back from Laurance’s house, asking him for his sister’s number, then she had come home to start on the potion.

As the potion was brewing, she decided to text Cadenza, to see if she would meet up with her. She inputed the number given to her by Laurance, and sent her a text;

FelixFelisis = Lucinda

OrangeHairedBeauty = Cadenza

FelixFelisis - Hey beautiful, remember me? I’m the gorgeous red head that walked past you about a week ago. It’s hard to forget a face like mine.

Surprisingly, Lucinda got a reply straight away. Great timing on her part.

OrangeHairedBeauty - I do remember you! It’s a hard face to forget! What’s with your name?

FelixFelisis - Uhhhh, have you ever read Harry Potter? 

OrangeHairedBeauty - Of course! It’s my favourite series! But, why that potion?

FelixFelisis - Because when people take a shot of me they tend to get pretty lucky if you know what i mean.

OrangeHairedBeauty - Oh my Irene, that is adorable! But, putting that topic aside, why are you texting me?

FelixFelisis - I was wondering if you could do me the honour of allowing me to take you out for a cup of coffee? My treat, of course.

OrangeHairedBeauty - A beautiful woman offers to buy me coffee, do I smell a date? If so then I accept! I mean, I would accept anyways, I LOVE coffee.

FelixFelisis - Well then, it’s a date! Meet me at the Kawaii~Treat Mad Sweet Cafe this Saturday at, oh, noon?

OrangeHairedBeauty - It’s a date!

FelixFelisis - Great! See you then cutie~

OrangeHairedBeauty - Later love!

Lucinda pumped a fist into the air. She walked over to the cauldron and dumber the potion into the sink. She didn’t need a potion to make a girl love her, she just needed her charm.

Lucinda checked her phone. She was 10 minutes early, just how she wanted to be. She followed a waitress to her table, and laid the rose she had brought with her in the seat across from her.

10 minutes passed, and she saw the woman walk in. Lucinda stood up and waved her over. Cadenza smiled and laughed, heading towards her, while Lucinda sent her a wink and sat down in her seat.

Cadenza walked over and picked up the rose off of her seat.

“Lucinda, you shouldn’t have!”

Lucinda couldn’t handle her accent. She didn’t know Laurance was British!

“Only the best for my date.”

Cadenza blushed and sat down, placing the rose behind her ear, keeping her hair out of her face. “You’re just as bad as Laurance.”

“I guess it’s just my natural attitude. But I can’t help but flirt when I see a beautiful woman.”

Cadenza smiled and picked up a menu while saying, “You haven’t seen beautiful until you’ve looked in a mirror.”

Lucinda was speechless. She was always the one doing the flirting. Her face automatically burst into a bright red blush. She picked up a menu and started reading.

“Well,” Cadenza’s voice cut off her thoughts as she looked up from her menu, “I’m going to have a chocolate chip cookie and some herbal tea.”

“Oh, the tea sounds nice.” Lucinda looked over at the different types of tea on the menu. “And i think I’ll go for a chocolate croissant.”

They smiled at each other as a maid came over to take their order. The meif’wa smiled then skipped off with their orders, humming as she did so.

The two girls started casual small talk, which evolved into stories of Laurance, which then evolved into stories in general. Lucinda had just finished telling Cadenza about the time Garroth and Laurance accidentally kissed, when their food arrived.

“It looks absolutely splendid! Thank you darling” Cadenza said as she took a sip of her tea. “Simply delicious!”

They ate and talked more, then Lucinda pushed her plate aside and looked up at Cadenza. “Would you be interested in accompanying me to my home?”

Cadenza laughed, “So formal. I feel like royalty.”

“Only the best for you, but was that a yes or a no?”

“I could spare some time.”

Lucinda smiled and placed $20 on the table, grabbing Cadenza’s hand and standing up. 

“Well then, no tie to waste.”

She pulled Cadenza out of her chair and down the street. They ran up to Lucinda’s front door slightly out of breathe, and both laughing their heads off.

“That was fun!” Cadenza said, gasping for breath.

“Life with me is always fun!”

Lucinda pulled her inside and over to the couch. They both sat down and Cadenza leaned her head onto Lucinda’s shoulder, and lucinda leaned her head on Cadenza’s. They continued talking for half an hour, then Lucinda sat up, causing Cadenza to fall onto the couch.

Before Cadenza could sit up Lucinda put on leg on either side of her stomach. She placed her hands on either side of her head and leaned down so their faces were inches apart.

“I think it’s time to move things along, don’t you?” Cadenza shuddered, Lucinda’s voice was so smooth, she couldn’t help but close her eyes and just enjoy it.

“I think it is,” Cadenza whispered back, and without warning she reached her arms around Lucinda’s neck and pulled her down on top of her. Their lips collided and moved in sync. 

Cadenza sat up, Lucinda with her. They kept their arms on each other, Cadenza’s around Lucinda’s neck and Lucinda’s around her waist. Her arm slowly moved into Lucinda’s hair, pulling it slightly.

They broke for air and leaned their foreheads together.

“So, are we going to go for a round two?”

Cadenza checked her watch then looked up, “Laurance is expecting me now, I can’t keep him waiti-” 

She was cut off but Lucinda’s lips on hers, and when they broke apart Cadenza leaned closer,

“I guess I could stay a little longer.”

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